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gachawolfiebloom · 26 days

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A Grumpy Troll and A Prince

Chapter 1: Lives of Misery and Joy

Tags: Comedy, action, adventure, and romance

Once upon a time...

In a happy forest, in the happiest tree lived the happiest creatures ever known...

The trolls!

These cute and tiny creatures loved nothing more than to sing, dance, and hug, dance, and hug, and sing, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance-

Well you get the idea -_-

But then one day the trolls were discovered by a bergen!

The bergens didn't know how to sing, dance, or hug. They were the most miserable creatures in all the land. Once they saw how happy the trolls were, they wanted some of that happiness for themselves.

Eating a troll made them feel so happy that they started a tradition...

Once a year, every year, the bergens would gather around the troll tree to taste true happiness.

On a holiday called...TROLLSTICE!!!

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The king of the bergens was fast asleep until the door slammed open. His son, prince X was already up and had come to wake his father up.

"Good morning dad!"

It was very early in the morning so it was going to be quite hard to get him up at this hour. "Dad wake up!" He was quite pestering, but since he was just a kid it was perfectly understandable why X had so much energy.

He began jumping over the bed as he just kept shouting "Dad! Dad! Dad!" If this exhaustion continued then they might miss this special day. With not a second to lose, the prince grabbed the king's chest hairs and ripped them clean off at full force.

"AHHHHHH!!!!" The king's eyes shot open and he yelled "X! What time is it?" The young prince squealed as he replied "It's trollstice!"

The castle doors flew open as the king yelled out to all of his kingdom "Trollstice! Our one day to be happy!" All of the bergens didn't spare a second as they all hurried to the troll tree that was in the middle of town. They all chanted "We want trolls! We want trolls! We want trolls!"

As they all gathered around the troll tree, a familiar voice addressed the crowd.

"Please give it up for your keeper of the trolls. Your master of happiness. Your royal entertainer..."

The figure that the voice belonged to turned around to find that it was...

"Me."

It was none other than the TV Adware, Mr Puzzles himself. All the bergens cheered, which pleased him very much. He did love a good show after all. "This is a very special trollstice as one of us has never tasted a troll before." The young prince in the crowd gasped. "He's talking about me!" Mr Puzzles stuck a hand out to X .

"Prince X, your time has come." The king gave a warm smile to his son as he reassured him that he had been quite the nervous one when he had his first troll. The prince nodded and took his royal entertainer's hand.

"I present you to the ways of true happiness."

He opened the gate to the tree and pointed to a flower that was sitting on a branch. "I have chosen a extra special troll for you." He took the supposed "troll" and bent down to the little bergen.

"The happiest, most positive, sweetest troll of all...and because every prince deserves royalty, I give you the one they call prince Smg4!"

In pure excitement, X snatched the troll out of Mr Puzzle's hands and whispered "Please make me happy Smg4." He stuck him in his mouth and began chewing. The ominous TV man watched with a smug and curious grin.

"What are you feeling?"

Suddenly, the prince spit out the troll in disgust. "That's rotten!" It actually wasn't a troll at all. Mr Puzzles examined it to find it was only a wooden replica of the actual prince. "It's...fake!?"

"FAKE!?"

Mr Puzzles turned towards the tree in shock and kicked it, causing thousands of copies to rain down, teasing the entertainer for being tricked like that. X started to get worried as his breath quickened. "They're gone!?" The king's anger started to rise as he sternly asked "Where are they..."

Mr Puzzles stuck his hands out defensively and said "Don't worry. I'll find them!" The prince could hear some kind of disturbance in the ground as he placed his head down closer to the ground. It sounded like...the pitter patter of little feet?

Underneath the tunnels, all the trolls were hurrying to escape this hellhole of a kingdom. "Here comes Smg4!" The trolls passed along the little prince up to his father. He had just been born and it was very crucial that the poor little troll was protected at all costs. The king of the trolls breathed a sigh of relief when his son was safe in his arms. "There's my little prince."

One of the trolls informed him that some of the others couldn't keep up. The king had sworn to make sure that none of the trolls were left behind and he was intended to keep that promise. He scooped up any troll that couldn't make it and generously used his clothes to cover mud puddles.

It started to become increasingly harder to catch up as the tunnels were broken into by shovels and pickaxes. What could be going on up there? That question was answered as all the bergens were ferociously digging away on the surface while the king yelled out "DON'T JUST STAND THERE! MAKE MY SON HAPPY!"

Mr Puzzles grabbed a pickaxe and yelled back "HE WILL BE HAPPY!" as he threw it into the ground. As the tunnels were collapsing, that very tool used to slash the ground had caught the king and he was stuck. A shovel was about to block the path so in a flash of heroism, he threw the injured trolls he was carrying to safety.

Luckily they all had made it to the end with the others, but one thing was missing. Where was the king?

"I don't think the king made it..."

They all gasped as it was fair to assume that their heroic and brave leader was dead. He had sacrificed himself for his kingdom. Just when it seemed like all hope was lost, a voice echoed through the tunnel.

"When I said no troll left behind, I meant it!"

The king was okay and...*ahem* uh lacking some body coverage.

One of the trolls realized someone was missing as he piped up "Wait! Where is prince Smg4?" The king gave a reassuring look and said "Don't worry. He's safe." He pulled the prince out from his hair as the cute baby chanted "No troll left behind!"

"Awwww." That was the most adorable thing they had seen all day. The king got back to the matter at hand as he ushered all his subjects away from this terrible place. "But we'll be a lot safer the further we get from bergen town." The trolls had all successfully escaped and were off to find a new place to call home.

Meanwhile at bergen town, the bergens had formed an angry mob and took away Mr Puzzles. "That's right! Take him away! Get him out of my sight!" No matter how much this adware struggled to escape, he could not break free from the angry grasps of the citizens.

"YOU ARE HERBY BANISHED FROM BERGEN TOWN FOREVER!!!"

When the overcome could not be achieved by physical force, Mr Puzzles tried to convince them to give him a second chance. "We can all be happy again! I'll find the trolls!"

They tossed him into the dirt and closed off the passage into the kingdom. Getting up and wiping mud off his face, Mr Puzzles was very irritated on losing his status and reputation. He had a broken antenna and a glitching screen while replying with a cold expression "And I'll shove them down your ungrateful throats..."

Poor X watched the chaos outside as he went up to his dad to ask him a question. "Dad...I never got to eat a troll. What's going to make me happy now?" The king's servant, FM, who was just as old as the young prince, watched the conversation while cleaning the floor.

"Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You will never be happy."

X sulked and wallowed with one final reply. "Never?" His father nodded and the realization sunk in that he would be miserable for the rest of his life. FM couldn't help but feel sorry for the prince as there was a strong feeling that just wanted to make him comfort that young bergen. With nothing but cleaning duties to do, FM sighed and got back to work.

After days of searching, the trolls finally found what they were looking for. A beautiful forest that was filled with luscious resources. The king looked at the sight and announced to his citizens "Here! This is where we will rebuild our civilization! It has everything we need. Fresh air, clean water, and...SWEET ACOUSTICS!" The prince took out his cowbell and began banging it as a catchy rhythm began to play.

~20 years later~

The prince had just finished reading this very story to some troll children. "Twenty years ago today, the king made us safe and now every troll is free to live in perfect harmonyyyyy..." The kids joined in on the sweet sounding key. "That's why we hug every hour!" One of the kids cheered. "Yup!"

"I wish it was every half hour." One of the other kids replied. "So do I, but that wouldn't leave much time for singing and dancing would it?" Suddenly, a question of curiosity entered this innocent child's mind as they shyly raised their hand. "Prince Smg4? Do the bergens still want to eat us?"

"You bet!" They all gasped. Dang. Very subtle to drop that statement on a bunch of young children after reading that terrifying story...

"But just because it's the only way they'll ever be happy."

"Isn't there anything else that will make them happy?"

The young trolls tried to think of solutions that could solve this problem. If it still hadn't been resolved for 20 years then it seemed very unlikely to easily clear that up.

"What about having birthday parties?"

"Or slumber parties!"

"Or staring at your parents while they sleep."

"..."

"I don't want to be food!" Four came over and comforted the frightened little troll. "Don't worry. No troll ever will be." Now back to the more positive side of things as there was a special event going on tonight. "That's why we're celebrating with the biggest party ever! Everybody is going to be there!"

One of the trolls piped with interest about a certain someone. "Everybody...?" The prince was quite confident that "everybody" would be there and he was going to make sure of it. He took out the cowbell that he had ever since he was a baby and began banging it with excitement. The leaves of the plant that they were in, opened up as Four did what he did best.

"Everybody, move your hair and fell united! Ohhh!"

He danced down the staircase and began sliding down a stem as he used his hair to flip himself into the air.

"Everybody, shake your hair and feel united! Ohhhh!"

He began making dramatic poses that models do as the music pumped him up.

"Yeah!"

Four started to hand out invitations from a basket he was carrying for the big party.

"Everybody's coming to the celebration. Imma hook you up with your invitation. Let your hair swing and party with me. No bad vibes just love, you'll see."

He and Bob began to pull out some wicked dj skills on top of some kind of bug-like creature.

"Do the D-A-N-C-E. One-two-three-four fight! Stick to the B-E-A-T. Get ready to ignite!"

The bug creature exploded into hundreds of butterflies as Four and his friends all danced together with all the trolls and all the other creatures that seemed to live with them in the forest.

"You are such a P-Y-T. Catching all the lights. Just easy as A-B-C. That's how you make it right!"

Meggy pulled out a sick beatbox trap as she danced some fancy footwork.

"It ain't hard out here when you're doing it right. Put a smile on blast. That's the troll life!"

"And I'm here to help you through it! Come on Boopkins, I know you can do it!"

Boopkins was trying to lift a huge dumbbell as Four's confidence made him shoot it high into the sky. Using this as an opportunity, Four took the basket of invitations and dumped it down for all the trolls to collect one. Mario wanted to take a picture of his pet, Mario Junior with the invitation. He framed the picture on the wall and tapped his chin in thought.

"Still needs something..."

Luigi got an idea as he took some glitter and threw it on the picture. Mario stood in silence until he turned back to his brother and stared intensely at him.

"That's gay!"

Four and all of his friends, Mario, Meggy, Luigi, Bob, Boopkins, Tari, and Melony were singing and dancing on a leaf that was sliding down the same stem from earlier.

"Don't stop, don't stop, don't stop the beat! I can't stop, can't stop, can't stop the beat! I won't stop, won't stop, won't stop the beat! Go!"

The trolls all began to hold hands as they danced and sang around the forest.

"Everybody, shake your hair and feel united! Ohhhh!"

Turns out troll hair could do a lot more than we knew because the trolls had made their hair blue and wavy to resemble and ocean while using leaves to make the boat while poor Boopkins was stuck as the sail.

"Sunshine day! Everybody's singing! Sunshine day! Everybody move your hair and feel united! Ohhh!"

The trolls began stacking themselves on top of each other with displays of rainbows, hearts, flowers, and of course...glitter.

"Yeah!"

They all breathed heavily as that performance was quite a mouthful. However, not everyone thought it was terrific...

Case in point, one troll was slowly clapping with an disapproving expression on his face. It was Smg3, the grumpiest troll in all of the village. He had quite the faded tone of skin and hair, a prickly beard, and of course, the sourest expression out of all the trolls. Unlike the others, the thought of singing and dancing made him disgusted and he hated all the trolls...especially the prince.

"Unbelievable guys. Really, really great. Good job. I COULD HEAR YOU FROM A MILE AWAY!"

"Good. I was worried we weren't projecting enough."

"Four. If I can hear you...so can the bergens."

The others all rolled their eyes and groaned in annoyance. Three was always complaining about the bergens and how they were going to come back to eat them all. It really made you wonder why he was the only one who was so concerned about this.

"Oh boy."

"Here we go again...🙄"

"Oh Three..."

"You always ruin everything."

"Warning us about the bergens."

Three looked confused. He didn't do it that much. Did he? Turns out he had ruined a birthday party, wedding, and even a funeral with that stupid bergen talk of his.

"Oh come on. We haven't seen a bergen in 20 years. They're not going to find us."

"No. They aren't going to find ME! Because I'll be in my highly camouflaged, heavily fortified, bergen-proof survival lair."

"You mean you aren't coming to the party tonight?"

The others tried to hype up and encourage him to come.

"But it's going to be the biggest..."

"LOUDEST..."

"The craziest party ever!"

Three couldn't believe these idiots. He never showed up to these things for the fear of what risks he was taking if he did.

"Big? Loud!? Crazy!? YOU'RE JUST GOING TO LEAD THE BERGENS RIGHT TO US!"

Mario was getting sick of this guy's attitude as he leaned over to Four and whispered "Are you sure you want to invite this party pooper to poop all over your party?" Four responded with a much more positive tone, despite these two being total opposites of each other.

"Yes! I think everyone deserves to be happy!"

"I don't do happy."

"Three, I know there is happiness inside you. You just need our help to find it."

He pulled out a creative looking invitation that had a little Three, holding a heart that said "Three you're invited!" The mini version of him sang "Celebrate freedom from the bergens!" Three didn't look impressed. That annoyed expression stayed stuck on his face, even when the card spit out glitter all over his face. Four on the other hand, looked at him with a willing face in hopes he would say yes.

"What do you say?"

Three's expression relaxed as he took the card, but then he threw it on the ground and stomped on it as hard as he could.

"Oh my god." Boopkins replied in shock. Nobody expected that, even though Three always acted like a jerk to them. He wiped the glitter off his face while making it perfectly clear to them (for the millionth time) that he would never attend one of these stupid parties.

"I wouldn't be caught dead at your party, but you will be. Caught and dead."

Suddenly, another troll came down from the sky with a more relaxed tone.

"Whoa whoa. Let's calm down here Three."

Tag6 hopped off a firefly that was carrying her, and embraced the sweet bug. "Thank you for my safe passage here. Goodbye." She waved farewell as the firefly flew off. Now let's clear things up shall we. She turned back to Three and said "Okay, first of all, thanks for sharing your unique perspective of things...again."

Mario and Meggy snickered a little as they exchanged glances with each other.

"But just for now, why don't you try a little positivity okay?"

Three sneered at the sweet, polite troll. He always had a grievance with her as she always seemed way too friendly with the other trolls. Not only that, but Four kind of seemed to like her and that only deepened There's hatred. He always tried to tell himself "Why should I care. It's not like I'm jealous or anything." Despite that, something bugged him about seeing those two get closer together.

"Okay fine. I'm positive that you all are going to get eaten."

A glint sound of chimes began to ring as it turned out that their hug time bracelets were going off. "Hug time!" They all squeezed together to include everyone, including Three. He tried to squirm his way out when Luigi wrapped his arms around him. That was the last straw. He pushed out and said to Four "Someday, when the bergens find us and the survival of every troll is in your hands, I sure hope the answer is singing, dancing, and hugging because that's all you know how to do!"

Mario tried to stand up for his friend as he shot back "That's not true! Smg4 can also make memes!"

Three looked angrily into Four's eyes and said one last thing that really hurt his feelings.

"I can't believe you're going to be king one day."

He then walked off with a bunch of sticks that he had collected for his evil villain lair of protection. Four sighed glumly as Tag6 went over to comfort him.

"Don't listen to him. He's just mean and toxic. Some of us just don't want to be happy."

"...I guess."

"You guessed right. Boop."

Tag6 booped his nose as Four smiled and they all went off to get ready for the party. Little did they know, a fearsome foe would soon make his arrival.

Chapter 2: Coming Soon

#comedy #adventure #action #romance #smg4 #smg3 #smg34 #smg4 au #smg34 fanfiction #trolls #trolls au #trolls movie #trolls bergens #smg4 trolls #trolls branch #trolls poppy

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simlit · 5 months

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Chosen of the Sun | | forest // ninety

| @amuhav | @catamano | @rollingsim

ABILITY CHECK | STRENGTH Eira is assigned a base stat of 10 strength. Sarayn is assigned a base stat of 10 arcana. Objective #1 requires a roll of at least 12. Objective #2 requires a roll of at least 15. Objective #3 requires a roll of at least 18. Eira rolls a 4(+10) and fails the second objective [Open the Tomb]. Sarayn passes the objective with a Saving Throw of 9(+10) Arcana and wins the [SIGIL OF EXCHANGE]. The Sigil will allow him to either exchange places with another player or deflect incoming offensive scenarios.

next / previous / beginning

TAYUIN: I expect we’ve found the knight. EIRA: You think the sword is buried with him? TAYUIN: Worth a shot, I guess. Sorry Guy. SARAYN: You seem to be having some trouble, Witcher. EIRA: Listen, it’s heavier than it looks. SARAYN: Oh, it looks plenty heavy. EIRA: Well if you’re so strong, you do it. TAYUIN: No sword. EIRA: But what is that? SARAYN: Some sort of totem. Engraved with a sigil of exchange. A shield of sorts. The one who wields it can exchange places with someone or something of their choosing. Additionally, it can reverse incoming offensive spells. A handy trinket. TAYUIN: Well, finders, keepers, I guess. SARAYN: Much obliged.

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #cc: eira #cc: sarayn tev'us #cc: tayuin eth'salin #if the pics are weirdly colored/lit or generally look bad no they don't #cuz I am blinded by sunlight it's not my fault

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quietsnooze · 6 months

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Info dumping about my homebrew DnD world ahead!

Eidholme is a low magic fantasy DnD campaign setting wherein magic is very limited, feared, and persecuted. The continent is split into 5 kingdoms & 2 empires.

Here's a visualization using Azgaar's fantasy map generator, then painted by me using Inkarnate to show the landforms:

Long ago, there were racial variations (many of the expected DnD races), but war and mistrust tore apart the continent and drove out many as humans struck down the remaining.

Now, there are heritages in the bloodlines of many current day humans that lie dormant as also magic does

(Basically my way of saying "this is an all human campaign... mostly." When the players get to higher levels, they will manifest traits from their heritages if they want to have that aspect included. Most left that up to me to surprise them!)

The deities are known as Guardians. There are twelve who are revered across the continent in different capacities - the kingdom of the Reamers is highly religious and worships all 12, whereas others pick & choose their preferred "endorsed" Guardians.

The Guardians' sigils I designed:

• Pandor, of Pleasure

• Lilabet, of Patience

• Elnos, of Creation

• Phiphine, of Growth

• Aisling, of Endings

• Cohara, of Mercy

• Bodhi, of Progress

• Llyr, of Dominion

• Niamh, of Hearth-keepers

• Keros, of Justice

• Ashtur, of Aggression

• Ryasis, of Curiosity

The event that caused the humanization of Eidholme was over a millennia ago, but the hurt caused by the End of Magic is more recent - a little more than 200 years prior, with fear and abuse of it at an all time high, magic was almost universally banned across Eidholme.

What was the straw that broke the camel's back? The population does not know, other than it was surrounding the tensions that broke apart the Mountainlands into two empires: Marboke in the north, and Oakham in the south.

(My voice game players know tho! They participated in it in prologue)

The continent shares the equinox and solstice celebrations, but have differing, more local traditions for them. Here’s a calendar I created that shows them! In Launlia for example, the Primavernal is celebrated as the Awakening Festival locally, for Niamh, Guardian of Growth.

Another fun fact about Eidholme: the vast majority of the continent's trees and its ONLY forest exist in Duskhollow. The kingdom is shrouded in mystery, in ancient Woods magic, in protections that keep any out who it doesn't want to be there.

The Woods is alive. It decides.

I have a lot of documents my players can comb through for information at their leisure. This one factually lists information that the PCs would know. It is not necessarily Wiki-level accurate, however, as propaganda is a heck of a thing.

Cantrips aren't exactly rare, but depending on where you are, you wouldn't even want to risk casting one. Privilege allows some of higher station to play around with magic in a badly kept secret. Otherwise, you are licensed or regulated by the governing body on your usage.

And that, of course, is why both of the parties who play in this world stumbled across Wanted posters for their questioning and arrest! "Wanted in connection to blasphemy and magic usage in Launlia", while their allies are "wanted in connection to actions against the Crown"...

For as much as I limited in character creation for lore purposes, I gave back through the same world building. Characters can interact with the world, seeking lost ways of old magics, ancient techniques, connections with the natural world… even be taught new (homebrew) cantrips

This is one of those instances where the PCs fit the trope of “chosen one” levels of power, as few ordinary people are powerful like they are and will be. The catch? That also makes them HUGE targets for backlash. Without the right support, they’ll be on the run… everywhere.

That makes it a very socially driven, political ties sort of campaign story. They also have befriended nomads, who can help them in their own way.

Nomads are, expectedly, nomadic people dissenting of law and homeland. They are expectedly hunted or outlawed for their magic use.

Some places welcome them as a novelty, others allow them under tentative circumstances for services granted (easy to locally wash your hands of it and assign blame to nomads who are long gone by the time you’re found out). Their trust is notoriously difficult to gain.

Why? Because they’ve been lured by royals to perform, only to be mass incarcerated. They’ve been promised sanctuary and found instead themselves given to their enemies. The groups do not inherently trust one another, either- friendship with one doesn’t mean friend to all.

As for beyond the continent… not many know what lies beyond. Those who travel out rarely come back, those who do are driven back by storms and critical failures of their ships. The Brackish Tears is the only kingdom who receives imports from beyond the vast waters.

There's a tale of a Tearsian prince memorialized in statue: Eóghan Griogal - a prince, second son to King Cian and Queen Siobhan, beloved by his people in the 17th century, about 200 years BME (Before magic’s end) or prior to the new age. His romance to the wispy foreigner - had many people talking, some excited in the chattering and others devastated by his betrayal. For he found love at sea, a man whose affinity with water was undeniably clear, closer bonded to it than even the water births of the Reamers would boast.

The lore creates a very interesting challenge for a fantasy world:

- wood is expensive and rare, so describing anything, from building materials to origins of fruit, is adjusted

- gemstones are extremely rare and not mined anywhere anymore as the source died with the elves

- magic is mostly outlawed

I'm currently running two games in this world. One traditional DnD via voice sessions who adventure across the continent, one written/play-by-post mixed with Good Society ttrpg, sandboxed in the Brackish Tears' capital.

Here is the star map and constellations. I have so many documents for my players to chew on, and I’m adding to them constantly.

#dungeons and dragons #DnD #DnD homebrew #fantasy #fantasy worldbuilding #worldbuilding #good society #ttrpg #inkarnate #my art #long post

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mercelotweek · 1 year

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Mercelot Week 2023 Prompts

Hello all! It's that time of year again! Mercelot Week Prompts! :)

As with every Mercelot Week, we have chosen a theme, and this year's theme is Fairy Tales!

If you have questions about whether something you want to make adheres to our guidelines, check out our FAQ and Rules. The point of this fest is to have fun and celebrate Mercelot, so if you think what you make adheres to the prompts, we probably will too. <3

Main Prompts

June 26 - Rapunzel - Castle/Secret Keeper

June 27 - Beauty and the Beast - Forest/Kidnapping

June 28 - Cinderella - Locked Room/Midnight Meetings

June 29 - Red Riding Hood - Path/Getting Lost

June 30 - The Ugly Duckling - Lake/"I see the real you”

July 1 - The Little Mermaid - Ocean/Missing Clothes

July 2 - Sleeping Beauty - River/Only One Bed

Alternate Prompts

June 26 - Orange/Family

June 27 - Silver/Royalty

June 28 - Blue/Cleaning

June 29 - Red/Savior

June 30 - Gold/Magic

July 1 - Green/Collection

July 2 - Purple/Dragons

#mercelot #mercelotweek2023 #merlance #merlance week #merlin/lancelot #merlin x lancelot

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dracowars · 2 years

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hello!! can you do something with reader and draco as aurors and he’s been pining for her but she’s never really thought about it/is in a relationship/just broke up w someone etc. and he protects her on a mission or something and she realizes how much he cares for her and kind of a slow burn situation? post hogwarts and kinda fluffy & angsty (from draco atleast)

work buddy | draco malfoy

pairing: auror!draco x auror!reader

word count: 1,9k

summary: where draco and y/n work together as aurors

a/n: i hope you enjoy! feedback is always appreciated <3

warnings: angst

universe: harry potter

„Why were we chosen for such a task?!”, Draco snarls, walking a few steps behind you, sulking. With every step he takes, the branches break beneath his weight and the leaves rustle. “What even is the point of having a gamekeeper or Keeper of the Grounds of Hogwarts?! This school hasn’t changed a single bit-”

“Can you do anything other than complaining all the time? Seriously”, you interrupt him annoyed and turn in his direction, stopping him in his steps. “Just think of the good old days and stop waking up the critters that live in this forest!”

The Forbidden Forest has always been a place you have happily avoided. Back then when you were still going to school, and now as well. Unfortunately, you have been sent to Hogwarts as Aurors to track down and eliminate a werewolf who has holed up somewhere around here. What this elimination looks like? You have to see when you get to it.

Draco and you already knew each other from your school days, but you never had much to do with each other. It is only in the last few years that you have noticed him more often and you have met every now and then, often at moments when you would have preferred to avoid him. At the time, your friends persuaded you that he was deliberately looking for you because he felt something for you. Which of course was not true, it is ridiculous, but because of the constant comments from your close friends, you eventually got into it and developed feelings for him yourself. Which should have never happened.

Those feelings actually did not last that long anyway, because shortly after that Draco became a Death Eater and was responsible for many terrible things that happened at Hogwarts and in the entire Wizarding World. That is why you never thought that after you graduated, after all evil was wiped out and banished, you would see him again in the Ministry of Magic’s entrance exam to become an Auror.

The one who followed the pure evil suddenly wanted to hunt it down, how ironic.

That is why you are here now, the two of you, alone, in the forest, because you obviously know the terrain better than any other Auror currently active. Why they did not send Hagrid, you did not dare to ask.

“You know, I think you are right. I should enjoy the time I get to spend with you alone”, Draco agrees, hands proudly on his hips as you turn away, head shaking, and continue through the thick moss, with Draco close behind. “Besides, I really have a wonderful view here.”

“Oh wow. You are still just as bad as you used to be”, you chuckle humorlessly, but decide to not say anything else and you keep walking straight ahead, even though you can feel his burning gaze on you. Your former self would probably have sunk into the ground with embarrassment, but not only Draco has changed, but you did too. Somewhere deep inside, those old feelings you once had for him are still hidden, locked up, but so much has happened in the meantime that it will never grow into something more. And that is good.

“Why exactly are we looking for that creature in the middle of the night again?”, Draco asks seriously, interrupting himself every so often when he nearly trips over a root on the ground.

“Well, if you were paying attention back in Defense Against the Dark Arts, you would know how to deal with a werewolf. And that they love the full moon”, you explain, a little know-it-all. “Oh wait, no. Every child knows about the full moon, my bad.”

“And you are still as snippy as you used to be”, Draco chuckles softly behind you. “One of the reasons I love being around you. I love that side of you, partner.”

“Oh, you do?”

“Yes.”

“Well, I don’t love your annoying side, partner”, you counter and the next moment you hear how he slaps his own hand firmly against his chest, right where his heart is.

“Ouch, that hurt”, he whimpers playfully, which brings a small smile to your lips that he cannot see. Draco can be really annoying and overbearing at times, but you can tell he has changed. He is not the cheeky arrogant boy from the first year anymore. He is no longer the quiet, withdrawn boy of seventh year when he was burdened with a difficult task. He has changed, for the better, and if you could choose, you would still choose him as your partner over anyone else.

“How is your boyfriend anyway? What was his name again.. Louis? Liam?”

“You mean Luke?”

“Yeah, that guy! Tell me, how are things going between you two?”, Draco demands, while you gasp as you dodge a branch with your head, holding your illuminated wand rigidly in front of you.

“We are not together anymore”, you reply as unemotionally as possible. It has been a while since you broke up, deciding that it just does not work anymore. It was a brief crush, nothing more. However, sometimes you find it difficult to accept that you will probably never find the right one for you.

“Oh- That- I am sorry, I didn’t know-”

“Don’t worry, everything is fine. We just didn’t fit, that’s all.”

“I see..”, Draco clears his throat uncomfortably, apparently not expecting such an answer. In silence, you walk on, directly through the dense forest, the bright full moon above your heads partially covered by clouds. After some time, you reach a dark cave that looks like a shelter and approach it carefully. A temporary tent has been erected in front of the cave and the campfire next to it has burnt out, not even embers are left in it.

“What a nice little space- Hey! Don’t get too close!”, Draco calls you back loudly, clawing at your arm just as you were about to examine the tent more closely. “First rule of Aurors: never act rashly.”

“That is not the first rule-”

“Do you still want to risk it?!”, he asks you, almost upset, and lets go of your arm, which he had firmly in his grip before he could realize it.

“Obviously the werewolf isn’t here, Draco. I know what I am doing”, you smile provocatively and continue to look around the small camp while Draco waits in the middle by the extinguished fireplace, looking around.

Quietly, you trudge around a few fallen trees blocking the path when you suddenly discover footprints on the ground. Traces of huge claws that have dug into the damp underground.

“Draco! Look, there are tracks here!”, you call out to him, pointing at the tracks on the ground with your glowing wand. You only notice the orange eyes that suddenly light up in the bushes next to you when you hear a loud growl and a black shadow jumps on you.

Just before the giant beast can grab you, Draco throws himself at you at the last second, pulling you out of the way. Hitting the ground together in pain, some rocks and sharp branches pierce through your skin, Draco’s body beneath yours. Scrambling to your feet, shock is etched in your bones as you help Draco to his feet. Immediately, he pulls you behind him as you face the snarling werewolf.

With its orange eyes it watches you, your every move, before one of them was probably the wrong one and it jumps towards you aggressively.

“Alarte Ascendare!”, Draco yells loudly and the werewolf flies up into the air, in the opposite direction, buying you time. “RUN!”

Without hesitation and without the realization really hitting, you sprint off hand in hand, always looking behind to see if the creature is following you. Which it, of course, does. Since it is much faster on its four paws than you are on your two wobbly legs, you try to think of a solution as quickly as possible.

“Bombar-”

“No, we mustn’t hurt it! It is still a human”, you interrupt Draco, knocking down his hand in which he holds his wand. Your job is to eliminate the werewolf, but that does not mean you have to kill it.

“Arresto Momentum!”, you yell loudly and shoot the spell directly at the wolf, who gets hit and slows down accordingly. Without using any words to communicate, Draco knows exactly what to do next.

“Incarcerous!”, he shouts and in the next moment, thick ropes, which are conjured from thin air, wrap themselves around the werewolf’s body, around its legs, thus making it unable to move. Additionally, it is weakened by the slowdown spell, which is why it does not try to defend itself against the tight bonds.

You exhale with relief and put your hands on your knees, exhausted from the chase but glad that everything turned out alright after all.

“Y/N! You are bleeding!”, you hear Draco say worriedly, causing you to shift your gaze from the creature on the ground to him. In irritation you watch as he comes up to you and strokes your cheeks, where a branch must have hit you, tearing your skin, with the sleeve of his coat. You watch intensely as he scans your face for more injuries, the tips of your noses almost touching, making your heart skip a beat.

As your eyes meet, it feels like the world stands still for a brief moment. The wind blows through the branches, rustling through the leaves, and through your hair. Silence spreads in the forest, the stars and moon shining bright above your heads. The next moment, however, the world continues to spin as usual as Draco backs away from you, leaving only a warm spot on your skin which you subconsciously touch with your fingers.

“Thank you”, you say softly while he looks at you with wide eyes, as if he cannot comprehend how close you were just mere seconds ago.

“Are you.. hurt anywhere else?”, he asks, still concerned, his eyes fixed on your clothes, destroyed by the branches while his own probably does not look any better. Running your hands over yourself to make sure you have not seriously injured yourself, you shake your head. Draco looks quite relived at this, which elicits a giggle from you at the most inopportune moment ever.

“What?”

“Sorry, I just can’t believe you care so much about me”, you smile to yourself. It was supposed to be a joke, but it did not sound like it. You do not know what made you say this after you were just chased by a werewolf who could have killed you with one bite or transform you. It just came to your mind, and you said it.

“I- Well, I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable-”

“I think it’s a nice feeling. Knowing that there is someone who cares about you.”

“I always care about you”, Draco mumbles so softly that you can barely hear it, which is why you ask him to repeat his words.

“Doesn’t matter. Not that important”, Draco brushes you off quickly, looking straight at you while clenching his fists as he makes up his mind. “Honestly, no, it is important. You are permanently on my mind, Y/N. I can’t think of anything else, back then I couldn’t think of anyone else. You are such a stunning person, and I would do anything to make you happy.”

Completely taken by surprise by his sudden confession, you look at him with wide eyes. Unfortunately, this reaction gives him the wrong impression and just as he is about to turn away in embarrassment, you grab his arm and make him look at you.

“I wish you would have told me that much sooner.”

“W-Why?”

“Because I think I feel the same way about you, Draco.”

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themysticalwild · 1 year

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How to find your Patron

Dearest Keepers,

We invite you to spend a thought or more thinking upon and honoring your patron. Discovering one’s patron is sacred, immensely personal, and singularly divine. A patron god is a deity that has chosen you; you are their chosen one. This deity has been with you your whole life, though they stay cleverly hidden in plain sight. They’re the stranger you think you recognize, your favorite flower, the rabbit that always scurries across your path when you need something to follow, the presence that lurks in your dreams, and the hand that holds yours when you feel entirely alone.

A patron’s love for you is an invitation to reach across the veil. A patron is your guide, and all they ask in return is your devotion, even something as small as bowing your head to them in the morning will do.

How do you discover who your patron is, you may ask? Well, there is no one formula for it. All we can say is: concentrate. Don’t take small signs or patterns for granted. Once you recognize and honor the small signs, larger ones will come. The more we practice, the more we devote ourselves, the more contact and meaning comes with ease.

While there could be any number of roads to finding your patron, consider these for a start:

look for signs that continually appear in your life: numbers, plants, words, scents, tarot cards

notice when these signs are appearing and follow them

think about the things you love: seasons, places, books, people

notice if there is a pattern

Don’t be afraid to research some of these signs if you are unsure who they may come from

Eventually, everything connects, and you’ll find your patron smiling upon you. Your journey is just beginning. Along the way, you may even interact with other deities as well. It is a joy, an unforgettable adventure. When you recognize your patron, you begin to light the path to your greatest desires, like Will of the Wisps in a forest at night.

Embrace your patron. Remember, this is the deity that loves you.

Concentrate. Go and seek!

Love and luck,

The High Priestess, child of Persephone

#witchcraft #pagan witch #pan #Persephone #coven #mystic #patron god #goddess

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zepskies · 5 months

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What's Your Aura?

Thanks so much for tagging me @venus-haze! I love a personality quiz. 😘

What color is your aura?

My result:

brush strokes, suit jackets, midnight, comforters, star gazing, arctic waters, starlings. your essence is navy: you are the keeper of your own narrative. you thrive on uniqueness and the unordinary; everything you feel, you feel deeply, and can be dissatisfied with everyday experiences. you do not shy from the intensity of competitive. you are the protagonist. you are the indulgent. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of blue, sky, teal, and indigo, who share your depth and enigma. you are also drawn to the creative souls forest and amber, who will help you grow and learn to feel all of your emotions, not just the productive ones. however, you may struggle to get along with the direct personalities of noir and crimson who are too concerned with forcing their perspective.

Interesting! 💙 I wouldn't have chosen navy for myself, but I think the description is fairly accurate. lol

No pressure tags: @deans-spinster-witch @deansbbyx @jessjad @thatonewriter15 @iprobablyshipit91 @deanwritings @deanwinchesterswitch @deanbrainrotwritings @waywardxwords @roseblue373 @deanwanddamons @spnwoman @iamsapphine

#personality quiz #I'm a Navy girl apparently #one of the questions was animal that describes your personality #I chose “cat” lol #that should tell you all you need to know about me 😂

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true--north · 5 months

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The titles of Elsa or How I name her:

• Shaman priestess

• The Chosen One

• Seer of Ahtohallan

• Idunnsdóttir

• Ahtohallan's Daughter

• Keeper of All Memory

• She who knows the unknown

• Northuldra Noaidi

• She who speaks with the Spirits

• Ruler of all Elements

• She who hears Ahtohallan's Song

• The Mediator

• She who knows the Past

• Guardian of the Enchanted Forest

• Ahtohallan Keeper

• She who brings peace

• Witch of the North

• Snow Queen

• Ruler of the Far North

• She through whom Nature speaks

• Northern Star

• The Magical One of the Bridge

• She who sees the Truth

• Incarnation of Ahtohallan's power

• The Fifth Element

• Conqueror of the Spirits

• She who goes farther

• The Gift

• She who has seen the sacred and hidden

• True queen of ice and snow

• She who has gone beyond

• Seeker of the Truth

• She who brings balance

• Fearless

• Loved

• Glacial Power

• Ice Beauty

• Winter Spirit

• She who was lost but has been found

• Winter Sovereign

• The Awaited One

• The Prophesised One

• She who fell for all to rise

• Saviour

• Protector of Northuldra

• She who died and resurrected

• She who broke the curse

• She who freed the sky

• She who flies free

#add yours #frozen 2 #elsa frozen 2 #frozen meta

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illyrian-lover-flower · 4 months

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Eleventh seed: Black seas of memories

A thunderstorm of screaming worries echoed through her, as each met her fretting heart with the searing force of a thousand suns. She could not recall a time in which she felt like this – caged and burned in her tight skin- as those worries, grew at the speed of spreading bacteria. It was pure torture to stand by and wait for her beloved friend in the blazing sun.

Agony filled her guts at the uncertainty this situation harboured, and grew as her heart seemed to feast on the black void of anguish with greedy bites as it soaked each passing minute up, like a sponge water. Fersia always knew that waiting was one of the tasks she despised the most of all, but this, right here, was pure torture as she tried to distract herself. Round for round did she spare with the searing coldness of her fear as she made stab for stab for stab. But the coldness never seemed to vanish. The doubt that something far worse could have happened to her sweet Goldenrod, under the burning eye of their Mother, lingered like a sleepy cat in the back of her mind and merely reminded the warrior of its existence with the gentlest of strokes with its plushie tail.

But she was not allowed to have such doubts, such worries, as she was to fully trust the female which sat on the darkest of thrones in the middle of a sea of nightmares, while she shone with the dangerous gleam of searing fire down on those which were to even whisper a wish at her. Fersia had to trust Kasedja. Yet her guts could not help as to twist and knot, like a kneaded dough, as the desperate cry of knowledge, of what happened to the seer, drummed with the force of a war drum through her.

It was pain, it was torture – something she had all been through already before- yet it felt different. No searing pain of a knife, sword or arrowhead piercing through her tan skin like a needle through fabric, picked at her peel. A sheet of sweat all that cloaked her, but her soul -oh dark and cruel as it might be- was slowly getting chocked by the harsh hand of fear, as it settled heavy as a stone down on her.

Do not let it get the best of you!

Think rational!

Would have hissed her mother at her. Stern and with the face of a stone, would she have stood by the training ring and examined her every movement, as she would have known that her thoughts were distracted and leading her somewhere else, far beyond the lines of her body. But that was all in the past, reminded Fersia herself with gritted teeth as she sliced the air with one furious swing of her training sword.

It was all in the past! Scolded Fersia the nostalgic feeling in her chest, which brought her sadness and a heavy lump into her throat. Fling for fling slicing into the skin of her invisible enemy. Each strike of air painted red and blurry as she imagined it again – as she imagined him again! Her thoughts began to rise and twist and churn, alongside with her sword, as she was a volcano finally spitting out the black crust of dried lava that sealed her hate and anger away into the depths of her brooding heart. But now, as she saw him so clearly before her, could this black crust no longer withhold the thoughts, the anger, the searing heat inside her, bubbling over like a fountain. This monster! This cruel creature which –

Just as Fersia wanted to part his head from his body again, with a final wrathful swing that harboured all the hate she felt for this male - did she feel the solid resistance of a blade against the tainted steel. Leaving her bones rattling inside her - as her blade came knifes edge to knifes edge with a resilient mirror of a storm filled sky- like a summer storm at the hinges of doors and windows of the little huts, as they were to keep their resistance against the strong force. As pure and weak they might have seemed, solely a means to an end, did they withstand their ground.

And so did the female, which stared wide eyed, with fear meandering through those brown irises, like a trail of water through the dry grounds of the desert, into the depths of her own forest green eyes. Shock laced through those dark streaks of green inside her orbs, like shadows through the trees as the sun slowly tried to chase them away from those oh, so gentle woods.

“Elain!” was all that Fersia could call out, as their blades still kissed the sharp edges of each other, and the mere blink of an eye seemed to be too much. But this blink of an eye was needed, as Fersia slowly saw the world again. Red fleeing from her vision like the shadows from the sun and soon, did she see it – the colour, the sharpness, the reality of this world. It was all in her imagination.

Fersia blinked ever the slowest at those giant orbs, as everything around her settled back into her view. Looking into the fearful face of her sweet Goldenrod- not into the vision of a male, whose smug smirk reeked of beer and garlic, as he shooed away the remains of her blood on his unwashed face. Making the warrior female want to spill the contents of her breakfast all over him. Pure and utter shock waved through Fersias body like a mist of smoke, as it poisoned her senses and made her go still. Made her realize what was about to happen. Her blade, dull and old as these grounds, stood grey, almost black, against the light surface of grey in Elain’s hands, as Fersia did not dare to make a move.

Steady and strong, in such a conversant way, did Elain hold the magnificent blade of Fate-Seeker against her. No fear shaking through her as she displayed it all so broadly in her face, but her body was rigid as a stone. A force of its own against Fersias strike of utter furry.

“Elain…” breathed her voice into the empty space between their forms. “Fersia…” answered Elain merely back. One word alone, shaking as if a thunderstorm had chased through her delicate body.

And then as Fersia heard -saw- of her friend, the lovely face of hers ashen, yet unharmed, did she let her sword fall. Warmed and slippery pulled the hilt slowly away from her hand and collided with the training ground beneath them – her own body wrapping around the form of the seer. Mindful of the delicate dagger pointed at her.

The Illyrian cried out, as her nostrils flowed over with the smell of lavender. Those forest eyes of hers, hiding a sea of salt away in the crook of her neck. “Goldenrod! You are alright!” “Of course, I am.” Was all she whispered back as her lithe hands wrapped carefully around her leather clad body. The dagger, beautifully crafted, was slowly dropped to Elains side and the seer breathed in, cradling her friends smell into her lungs like a lifeline.

It was ok. She was ok, yet she seemed very tense. Her shoulders were drawn in and the ash tone did not want to leave Elains normally golden skin.

“How was it? Did she hurt you? Did she threaten you?” worry laced Fersias voice. It was weird normally she could hide worry and fear without a problem. In fact, it were barely emotions that got a hold of her.

“It was ok. I am ok it’s just a few scratches, but please let’s just go home.” “Alright.”

She couldn’t really believe her friend as a heavy veil of sadness and anger weighed her oh so pretty eyes down, but Fersia did not speak of these worries as they took tentative steps through the village. All the houses blurring together as her gaze was fixed on the lithe seer. Her body seemed taunt as a bowstring, her gaze fixed on the muddy path and her smile, like a beautiful flower, has withered. A mere thin line pressing together. Something was very wrong.

The last time she saw her Goldenrod frown so deep in thought was the night before her seer jumped off, the reason for that was still an unknown case to the mighty female and normally she would have pried and given her all to find out about her motive, but she was bewitched by this golden female.

But this time, as bewitched as she was, she wanted to give her all to find out what happened in the Home of Nightmares. After all, this time was her Mother involved and she knew that danger was a too light hearted word for this female.

She was worse.

“Fersia? Are you alright?” apparently Elain wasn’t the only one caught in a web of thoughts, but other than Fersia did she realize that they reached the hut.

“Yes. I am alright. “ was all she could say as she put her weapons next to the small door and headed with large strides for the fireplace, folding her wings carefully behind her back after lowered her knees on the ground . While she was bussing herself to put log after log into the gaping mouth, hurried Elain around in the small kitchen to put a simple soup together. Silence laced the air, clogging both of their lunges.

And while it bothered the winged female, felt the high fea save in the silence. Azriel had once sat hour for hour with her in silence. Sometimes it seemed to clog the space between them too, so many unsaid things hanging between them, and just like ivy will they ever hang between them – never solving their silence as each leaf was an unanswered question.

The Shadowsinger… Elain wondered how he was doing, if he even heard from her passing or if he was still stuck on a mission to explore the continent and gather information on Koschei. Her visions did not provide an answer to that issue.

“Goldenrod?” “Yes?” “I know you told me that it was fine, but …” Fersia scratched her neck as she and her golden friend sat on the too small couch, sipping the carrot soup away “I was wondering what happened.” After all, I still see the red scratches, was all she added in her mind.

A sigh escaped those rosy lips. “Look Fersia, I told you it was alright. We of course did not sit around a coffee table sipping tea away like old friends, it was a rather …” she rung for the right word as her brows knitted together “… heated argumentation, but we got around. I can stay here.”

She smiled sheepishly at her friend “Looks like you are not getting rid of me any time soon.” Fersias forest eyes lit up “I hope so.” And so, silence ensued them again. This time like a cosy blanket weighing them down for a good nights rest.

It was utter bliss when their heads hit the mattress. Golden locks and a deep brown river of hair melding together as soon as midnight hit, but while the Illyrian slept soundly, could the seer not close her eyes. Afraid to see similar nightmares to what she witnessed before, blood of the killed ones and her own turning cold at the mere thought.

The pictures repeated itself before her inner eye as she gazed at the trees outside, swaying to the strong gusts of wind and just as a strong blow howled through the small cottage creaked the door open.

Worry shot up her spine, panic lacing her every thought as she was drawn back to the night Hybern took her and Nesta away, but it was too silent, maybe the door wasn’t closed properly, maybe it was not even the door at all but a window creaking under the force of the coldness from outside. Just as she was about to turn away hugged a heady smell her nose, letting her mind slowly drift away as the last thing she saw before passing into a slumber were those deep red eyes of the female she so despised.

She tried to growl, but it was clogged away in her chest and her final attempt was useless.

“Now you are mine.”

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Hello everyone

it has been such a crazy ride of a year that I can't even bring into words how happy I am that it will be over soon, but I first want to thank everyone who remembered this story and kept it alive while I was away.

I am just slowly getting back into writing and I also will have to go into my former notes about this story, but I am excited for the journey and until then we see each other again.

Now have some of my new found family offer you the same comfort as they offered me

#elriel #elain #the chosen forest keeper #elain archeron #acotar #pro elain #my work #my story #oc characters

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natadachoco · 1 year

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a pretty good reunion

this is @twic0rd‘s christmas gift exchange!! It’s a 3.5k words of a mumscarian injury fic set it an unknown timeline (after season 8). Technically it’s a hurt/comfort, but I’m not very good at hurting my boys so it’s mostly fluff. It starts off with established Scarian with pining Mumbo and ends with the three of them getting together. Enjoy!!

There are some things in this world that are self-evident.

Therefore, due having to put up with things like preening, being monitored all times by your adoptive keepers, and having to cut wing holes out of everything he wore, he was allowed to torment them as much as he wanted.

One, Grian had wings.

Two, Scar and Mumbo did not.

(He convenient ignored the fact that as a shapeshifter, Mumbo could have wings too, but he didn’t have the helicopter watchers that came with Grian’s wings, so they didn’t count.)

Mumbo’s roof made a terrible perch. The first few times he tried landing on it, his talons unsuccessfully grappled with the slick tile and it usually ended with him falling flat on his ass. Several more smashes into the balcony later — and a few grooves he definitely didn’t deliberately scratch into the roof — he got the hang of it. Still wasn’t a pleasant feeling under his feet, though.

He ignored the tutting, fussing voices in the back of his head. He was a bird on a mission: make Mumbo’s life a living hell for leaving him so lo— for generating so much lag. He'll have a fun surprise waiting for him when he finally logs back on. What to do?

Blue eyes lit up as an idea popped into his head.

Leafiana. Treesia’s grafted clone, because if the hermits can transcend dimensions and hop into a new server, why can’t Treesia?

Well. He can pretend, anyways.

Talons clicked against roof tile as he launched from his perch in the rough direction of a forest. Grian never really got the hang of using the coordinates embedded in his communicator properly, relying more on his avian instincts to guide him.

He flew until the yellowed grass of the plains gave over to the brighter, truer greens of the forest. Ferns squished under him as he landed. He grinned softly to himself when he felt the foliage against his feet. He loved building, exploring structure and design in a way that can’t really be done in 2D, but sometimes he just wanted to build a nest in the trees and sleep with only a canopy to protect him instead of in his giant mansions and super-future towers.

“I keep getting distracted,” he muttered to himself. He was here to gather materials for Treesia 2.0, and that meant getting his axe out and doing some chopping.

Thud. Crash. Whatever other sounds trees made when they crashed down in a forest. Grian stood back to admire his haul, grimacing at the thought of having to chop these oaks up even further so he can shove them in shulkers. He wiped the sweat from his brow with his wing, hands currently occupied with a very sharp tool, before grimacing at the sticky mess of dirt that was now on his brightly coloured feathers. He sighed. As if he hadn’t had enough preening to do when he got back.

He looked at the felled logs. It was probably around ten stacks, but he remembered needing at least half a shulker box for Treesia, and he certainly didn’t want to be outdone by past Grian, so he sighed and resigned himself to spending the next hour chopping more wood.

He should’ve chosen his next tree more carefully. It only took one hit of the axe to do this, after all.

A high-pitched scream echoed throughout the forest. He barely registered it was his own. Blood flowed steadily out of Grian’s scalp and onto the crumpled ferns below, saturating the dark earth underneath. He tried to lift a hand to stem the flow, but only now did he notice that the branch that cut a gash into his head and knocked him over was now crushing his arm and wing. It must’ve already been on the verge of breaking, and his axe hit was just the final straw, he thought blearily. If he continued thinking a mile a minute, the pain wouldn’t consume him.

Too bad, the universe said. You’re gonna hurt anyways. Whatever adrenaline was keeping the pain at bay long enough for him to take in his situation before was not pulling its weight anymore. His back throbbed angrily and pain laced through his wings from being stuck in such unnatural positions, not to mention the giant tree branch that was still on top of him. Grian could swear that he could hear the other Watchers laughing at his plight. Imagine what you could have done if you didn’t leave us, he bet they were whispering. Leaving to frolic among mortals.

His communicator. He needed his communicator.

The bright light of the screen shocked a migraine into him. Great. He probably had a concussion on top of all his other injuries, too. I hope I didn’t type it wrong, he thought, just before black overtook his vision. He was always terrible at using coordinates.

[help me]

[1083, -3872]

Scar’s communicator beeped. He glanced down, lit up by a nearby beacon beam with a pickaxe in hand. He had just been gathering more andesite for a new build.

His heart stopped.

His pickaxe clattered to the floor as he quickly grabbed his rockets and set off in the direction of a certain pesky bird. If his boyfriend wanted help with a build, or even just to prank someone, he’d send a little more than just a depressingly short message and a set of coordinates. It was up to him to make sure he was okay; no one else was online except for an afk Tango. Even if it was a prank, Scar couldn’t possibly leave him alone.

His worry grew as he neared the coordinates. He was nowhere near any Hermit’s base; in fact, he had been flying over ocean for who knows how long. Had Grian typed them wrong?

He looked at the coordinates again, trying to think of where it could possibly be, if not here. The easiest mistake to make is forgetting a negative, a mistake he knew from experience was far too easy to make. He racked his brain trying to remember what was around -1100, -3900. Mumbo’s base was within a few hundred blocks. It wasn’t that close, but it was all he could remember.

Hopefully it was the right decision, he thought. Grian had been waiting for him long enough.

This time, a forest faded into view as he flew in. You can have accidents in forests, right? Scar knew he had enough issues navigating their dark, not Scar Safe premises. He dived downwards into the canopy when he reached the coordinates, only realising a little bit too late that that may have not been a very good idea.

A branch caught him in the stomach and he wheezed. A sucker punch was better than this. He panted as he caught his breath, hanging over the branch like he was laundry on a clothesline. He opened his eyes to see if he could spot some familiar feathers, but his hard-won air was forced out of him once again as he took in the scene before him.

"What in the world, Grian!?"

Grian was usually a sight for sore eyes, but the blood and the unnaturally crooked wings made his eyes sore.

"Hang on, I'm coming to get you!" He shouted. He was half aware that Grian was probably out cold and couldn't hear him, but he felt the odd need to say it anyway. It was like there was an audience watching him.

He wriggled off the branch and landed beside Grian with an 'oof'. He grimaced at the squelch of the ground, nearly gagging when he lifted his hands and saw that they were covered in brick red dust. The top layer of the blood must've dri-

How long has he been here?

Spurred on by the icy realisation, he tried to lift the tree branch up to no avail. Never had he cursed being one of the physically weakest Hermits so much. He rummaged through his inventory to see if there was anything he could use, panic setting in, and then remembering that in his haste, he hadn't even thought to get healing potions or even a golden apple.

He bit his lip as he wondered whether going back to the shopping district to grab some potions would be worth the time sacrifice. Just as he was about to leave, his communicator beeps again.

[MumboJumbo joined the game.]

What?

Shaking his head, he blinked a few more times to make sure he read the message properly.

Nope, still the same.

Any other time, he would be celebrating the return of the mustached man, but he was in quite the worrying situation right now. He could make use of this, though.

[mumbo can you get some healing poitons please?]

[-1083, -3872]

Inhale.

[sure thing]

And exhale.

Help was coming, and it was someone they had missed very, very, much.

In the meantime, though, he had a head wound to bandage.

"Ugh, my wings," Grian muttered. His head was pounding something awful but he had to get up, get this branch off him…

He paused.

The weight he felt on him wasn’t the branch; it was a blanket. He gingerly felt around his throbbing head. It was bandaged. His arm and wings too, though the latter was done far more messy and crushed a few more of his feathers than he would've liked. Who had…?

The neat sorting system and redstone residue everywhere told him he was inside Mumbo's base. But it couldn't be Mumbo, because Mumbo wasn't her–

"Oh thank goodness, Grian! You're awake!" Scar appeared at the door, smiling his massive smile, crow's feet appearing in the outer corners of his eyes. He grabbed a cup of water from the bedside table and thrust it at Grian, spilling half of it over the blankets in the process.

They took a minute to stare at the mess.

"I never think I can get any clumsier, but I beat my own records every time I move," Scar moped.

Grian would be a lot more annoyed if he didn't look so genuinely upset, already grabbing a cloth to mop up the excess and moving to grab another blanket from the closet. While Scar was here, though, he might as well get his questions out of the way. "Did you help me? Also, did you move me to Mumbo's base?"

Scar blinked, pausing with the new blanket in hand. "Well, yes, but Mumbo also–"

Before he could finish his sentence, and before Grian could process the bombshell Scar just dropped on him, the door burst open and a familiar mustachio'ed face stared back at him.

"Uh… hi, Grian."

Silence.

"It sure is nice to see you after so long. It's been a while hasn't it? You know, I wasn't really planning on being gone for so long–"

Grian was almost in awe at how fast the man could ramble when stressed. "Hi Grian? Really? That's the first thing you say to me when I haven't seen your mustache in months?"

Mumbo blushed, sheepish, an embarrassed hand coming up to scratch the back of his neck. He opened his mouth, probably to try and mount a meager defence, but Grian ignored him and turned to Scar instead. “Thanks, Scar. I don’t know how I managed to get myself in such a messy situation.”

Scar moved to drag his old blanket from him and put the new one over top. Mumbo flinched when his battered body came into view, bandages around every part of him and tinged brown from dried blood. It seemed to spark something in Mumbo, though, as he quickly blathered about getting ‘supplies’ and ran off, back out the door he just came from.

“Well that was weird.”

“Grian, Mumbo was actually quite helpful in getting you back here and patching you up, so maybe you can cut him some slack? I’m sure he didn’t leave us for so long,” Scar said. Grian snapping at Mumbo wasn’t the most warranted, but he could understand. Missing someone for so long only to be greeted like nothing had changed was always going to be jarring, and Grian wasn’t the only one who wanted something more from their long-awaited reunion.

“I know, I know, I just thought his coming back would be a lot more fun, you know? Like, fireworks and a feast with the entire server, not him having to rescue me from a tree.” He groaned at the last word, only now having the time to feel embarrassed about the entire ordeal. “How did I lose to a tree!?”

Scar laughed at his flush and quickly pecked him on the cheek, his relief from before morphing into affection. His grin grew wider when Grian blushed even harder, throwing his hands up over his face before quickly remembering why sudden movements were not in his repertoire right now.

His yelp of pain brought a worried furrow to Scar’s eyebrows. He gently took Grian’s injured arm and inspected the bandages, which were already starting to come off. Unwinding them made him flinch at the medley of bruises hidden just underneath, most of which were turning nasty purples. The cuts and scrapes were cleaned out, but the dressings kept them wet and disgusting to look at.

Grian was still as Scar wiped away the old disinfectant and applied a new layer, the foul scent making his sensitive avian nose want to wither and die. The re-done bandages looked worse than they started, though, wound too tight in some places and not tight enough in others. Scar sat back, gazing at his handiwork, and sighed. “Mumbo did your bandages the first time ‘round.”

“I could tell,” Grian laughed. Mumbo, despite his overall clumsiness, was always good with his hands – in more ways than one, his dirty mind finished for him – because of how often he worked with intricate redstone. “Did he also do my wings?”

“Yeah, he did. Were they good?”

Grian hummed, unsure how honest he wanted to be, given how earnestly both men were taking care of him. Well, one of them was his boyfriend, but still. Not to mention, if he wanted to rib on Mumbo, he wanted to do it when the man was here.

A crash and a curse sounded from downstairs.

Ah, there’s the man. Scar startled out of his seat, almost knocking Grian on the wing in the process. He stammered an apology and bowed out of the room in much the same way Mumbo did just a while before, calling out to the accident-prone man with a, “I’m coming!”

Several more crashes, screams, and a cat’s yowl that sounded like it was ripped straight from a sit-com later, Scar and Mumbo staggered back up with a handful of healing and regeneration potions, completely covered in far more gold dust than should have been possible given how long they’ve been gone.

“How do you guys do this to yourselves every time?”

Scar glared at him playfully while Mumbo clutched the potions protectively to his chest. “The glistening melons were fighting me,” he defended himself. His arms twitched as if he was about to let go of the potions, and Grian was struck with the thought that Mumbo wasn’t being protective of the potions more so than simply not wanting to accidentally let go of them. “It’s not my fault that the chests you use to submerge the slices in gold dust are so easily knocked over.”

His prominent glare at a certain elf made it clear exactly what happened downstairs.

Quick, snorting giggles escaped him before he could control himself. Mumbo’s gaze softened and Scar simply went over to kiss him again. Mumbo tightened his hold on the potions again, but Grian was too busy being peppered with kisses all over his face to care particularly much.

Once he was done indulging, Scar popped open one of the many bottles and gestured for him to drink it, and then another one after that. The healing potions immediately went to work on the deepest parts of his injuries; a fracture in his arm that none of them caught immediately started to right itself, a deep pain finally clearing up, and his bruises immediately started to lighten. His tenderised wing bones needed the magic of the regen potions, though, and he was about to throw up with how much liquid the two fretting men forced into him. He groaned, his sensitive wings finally reforming themselves. Not all of it was done properly, and some wing bones still needed to be popped back into place, not to mention the amount of preening he had to do.

He motioned for someone to take his bandages off. Mumbo immediately went to work on his arms and body while Scar worked on his wings. He grimaced as a good few of his feathers were ripped out in the process, stuck to the dried blood. Scar immediately ran a soothing hand over the tender spots, gently rubbing the pain out.

“That’s so much better,” he sighed. Pops sounded out as he finally rolled his shoulders back properly after being stuck in bed for…

“How long was I out for?”

“I think we carried you back here around three hours ago,” Mumbo said. Grian blinked. He was out for that long? Man, he knew he lost to a tree, but he didn’t think he lost that hard. Treesia 2.0 was out for blood, and she wasn’t even built yet.

“Mumbo, you’ve shapeshifted into a bird before, right? You know how to preen wings?”

Mumbo nodded. He never stayed in those forms for long, preferring his human form for redstone, but the bird form was convenient when he loses his elytra and had to get somewhere quick.

“Can you help me with them, then? Even with Scar helping, it’ll take absolutely ages to get these boys back in working order,” Grian said. He flapped them lightly for emphasis.

“Of course, of course,” Mumbo said, but he added hesitatingly, “But aren’t those… sensitive? I thought that was for…”

“Friends can preen each other as much as partners can.” This time, Grian didn’t miss Mumbo’s miniscule flinch. Oh?

None of them said anything more as Grian shuffled backwards on the bed, making room for the two to crawl in beside him. They went to work on his wings, combing them back into their places and removing any remnants of broken blood feathers they could find. Grian popped any dislocated bones back into place, cringing slightly each time at the rush of pain.

That wasn’t the only feeling he was getting, though.

Bird wings were sensitive, and many spots actually felt quite nice when touched. He chirped when Scar thumbed over one of his primary feathers and sighed when Mumbo pressed gently against his wingpit, trying to get a particularly stubborn feather out. Mumbo’s face flushed more and more as the preening session went on. The noises Grian was making were doing something to him, but he couldn’t help but feel terrible. Scar was literally right there, and here he was, blushing at every little noise.

“You could always join us, if you wanted,” Scar said.

Mumbo yelped a little at that, only barely managing not to jump in surprise. “Huh? Join what? I’m perfectly fine, what are you talking about?”

“We’ve discussed it before, you know,” Grian chimed in. “Even before today, we always thought that… well, we wanted to date you too.” He hesitated when Mumbo took a second too long to reply. “Unless… we assumed wrong?”

“No!” Mumbo cringed at himself. That was almost a shout. “No, you assumed right, of course, I just—”

“Can I kiss you?” Grian blurted out. Mumbo’s frantic rambling increased to a frenetic rate, words spilling out of his mouth like a waterfall. Grian smirked. “Well, you made me feel mighty good right now. Might as well complete it, right?”

Mumbo froze, face immediately flushed tomato red. Grian reached out to poke him, but only got a small “Meep!” in return.

Scar laughed. “Gri, I think you broke him.” He reached out to poke him as well, hard enough to make him sway in place.

“Not my fault he’s so easily breakable,” he pouted.

“Grian, you lost to a tree.”

“Shut up!”

And he did, with a deep kiss. That got a reaction out of the dying mustached man. Mumbo swallowed so hard Grian could hear it over the pounding in his ears, and he broke from Scar, leaning over with his intent clear in his eyes. Mumbo nodded imperceptibly, eyes still darting between their lips, and anything he was about to say was swallowed up by Grian’s kiss.

Scar was complaining in the background. He said he wanted to kiss Mumbo first, why didn’t Grian ever listen to him, and Grian broke away to yell at him for that — Grian was not the one who never listened to his partner! — so Scar swept in and kissed Mumbo gently on the cheek.

The sounds of Mumbo combusting have never been so satisfying.

“You know what? This was a pretty good reunion.”

#mumscarian #scarian #grumbo #mumscar #mcyt #gtws #goodtimeswithscar #grian #mumbo jumbo #hermitcraft #christmas gift exchange #sorry this is late my dumbass queued it and it got eaten #my fanfic #mine

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Once upon a time... in a happy forest, in the happiest tree. Lived the happiest creatures the world has ever known. The Trolls. They loved naming more than to sing, and dance, and hug. Dance, and hug, and sing, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance... and hug, and dance, and sing, and hug, and dance, and hug... But then one day, the Trolls were discovered by... a Bergen! The Bergens didn't know how to sing... or dance... or even hug. They were the most miserable creatures in ail the land. And once they saw how happy the Trolls were... they wanted some of that happiness for themselves. Oh, my God! Eating a Troll made them feel so happy... they started a tradition. Once a year, every year... the Bergens would gather around the Troll Tree... to taste happiness... on a holiday they called... Trollstice. Whoo! Good morning, Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Daddy, wake up! Wake up! Wake up, Daddy! Wake up, Daddy. Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy! Daddy, wake up! Gristle! What time is it? It's Trollstice! Trollstice! Our one day to be happy. Yeah! Trolls! Trolls! Trolls! Trolls! Trolls! Trolls! Please give it up for your Keeper of the Trolls... your Minister of Happiness... your Royal Chef... Me. Ooh! This is a very special Trollstice... as there is one amongst us who has never tasted a Troll. Ooh, me! She is talking about me! Prince Gristle... the time has come. It's okay, son. I remember being nervous my first time. Okay. That's my boy. It is my sacred duty... to initiate you in the ways of true happiness. I have chosen an extra-special Troll, just for you. The happiest. The most positive... sweetest Troll of all. And because every prince deserves a princess... I give you the one they call Princess Poppy. Please make me happy, Princess Poppy. What are you feeling? That one's rotten! It's fake? Fake? Fake? They're gone? Where are they? Don't worry, sire. We'll find them. I think I hear something! Go! Go! We got Poppy! Pass her to me! Here comes Poppy! Here she is! Ah! There's my princess. Da-da. King Peppy, some of the others can't keep up. No Troll left behind! Thank you, King Peppy! - Thank you, King Peppy! - Thank you! Thank you, King Peppy. No Troll left behind! Daddy, where are they? Don't just stand there! Make my son happy! He will be happy! Where is he? I don't think King Peppy made it. When I say no Troll left behind... I mean, no Troll left behind! King Peppy, where's Princess Poppy? Don't worry. She's safe. No Troll left behind! Aww! But we'll be a lot safer the further we get from Bergen Town. Go, go! Hurry! That's right! Take her away! Get her out of my sight! She is hereby banished from Bergen Town forever. We can all be happy again. I'll find the Trolls! And shove them down your ungrateful throats. But, Daddy... I never got to eat a Troll. What's gonna make me happy now? Come here, son. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. You will never, ever, ever, ever be happy. Never? Ever. Here! Right here! This is where we will rebuild our civilization. It has everything we need. Fresh air, clean water... and sweet acoustics. Ba de ya Say do you remember Ba de ya Dancing in September Ba de ya Never was a cloudy day Twenty years ago today, King Peppy made us safe... and now every Troll is free to be happy and live in perfect... Harmony Harmony Harmony And that's why we hug every hour. Yep. I wish it was every half hour. So do I. But that wouldn't leave much time for singing and dancing, now would it? Princess Poppy, do the Bergens still want to eat us? You bet! But just because it's the only way they'll ever be happy. Oh, no. I do taste delicious. Isn't there anything else to make them happy? Ooh. What about having birthday parties? Or slumber parties? Or staring at your parents while they sleep.

WHO DID THIS HELPPPP 😭 ???

#trolls band together #trolls world tour #trolls #the silly #i love this #thank you #queen poppy #dreamworks trolls

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simlit · 6 months

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Chosen of the Sun | | forest // sixty-six

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KYRIE: Tayuin. TAYUIN: Hm? KYRIE: So good to see you’re out and about again. Your color has finally returned. You look well. TAYUIN: Right… thanks. KYRIE: Flatteries aside, I was wondering if you’d seen Lord Tev’us? TAYUIN: Why? It’s not like we get on or something. I’m not his keeper. KYRIE: I wasn’t implying you were. Though, keen as you are, I expected you might have some idea where he'd run off to? TAYUIN: sighs Yeah. I know where he likes to haunt. Come on. KYRIE: coughs How considerate of you. TAYUIN: Don’t you have mental tabs on all of us anyways? I thought that’s how this all worked? KYRIE: Normally. However, I’m afraid I’ve been a bit under the weather these past few days. TAYUIN: …Under the weather? You’re an elf. KYRIE: coughs Even we have our moments, you know. TAYUIN: Sure… KYRIE: Morning, My Ladies. ÅSE: Is not good morning! Tavern is closed! Who decides this? When will be open? Ack! Is boring here! When is time for next trial? KYRIE: coughs Still a few days away, I’m afraid. Not everyone has your stamina, Åse. Let them rest. ÅSE: Ack! Ack! EVE: And you, Your Grace, how are you feeling? KYRIE: I’m well. Please don’t worry. ÅSE: Deathling! You come out in daylight? Big surprise! Look, Witcher! It is shocking he does not burst into flame! Haha! SARAYN: And a good morning to you, Valkyrie. EIRA: Hmph. Nineteen hours in the woods really changed you. ÅSE: What means that! KYRIE: Taiyo, what are you doing here? I certainly didn’t expect to see you with… I mean— EIRA: He’s tactless but he’s not wrong. Since when were you two such bosom companions? TAIYO: Oh, n-no! It isn’t like that. I mean that— ÅSE: Scholarly man hides secrets! I can smell them clear as fresh scoured wool! TAIYO: No! No secrets, I just— ÅSE: Go on! Out with it then! TAIYO: Lord Tev’us was just helping me… practice. He’s agreed to mentor me in… ÅSE: What is hold up? Speak plainly! TAIYO: It’s just not the sort of thing one should be saying out loud in civil conversation. EIRA: No? TAIYO: Well, it’s against the law! ÅSE: You are telling me Scholarly Man is now UNSCHOLARLY BLOOD MAGE?!!! EVERYONE: ÅSE!

#ts4 #ts4 screenshots #ts4 story #ts4 bachelor challenge #chosen of the sun #oc: kyrie loren #cc: åse dalgaard #cc: eira #cc: eve ravenclaw-silvermoon #cc: sarayn tev'us #cc: taiyo hayashi #cc: tayuin eth'salin

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henrike-does-writing-sometimes · 8 months

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Wip Master List

All of my wips, both main and those I only talk about briefly, all in one place. Hope any of them will pique your interest !

( Links will be added and updated as I go )

To The End : ( Eng ) Questioning Reality, The Indifferent Cruelty of the Universe vs. The Indomitable Human Spirit, Found Family

When their timelines entwine, Samir, Eric, Thea, and Asher find themselves with the greatest friends of their lives. Never would they have imagined their friendship broke the laws of the Universe. With the Keepers —powerful deities that weave the fabric of reality from the timelines— watching their every move the four friends have to work quickly if they wish to escape their grasp. Something they’ve done over, and over, and over, and over again. And it’s starting to take its toll.

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The Neon Trilogy : ( Eng ) Found Family, Humanity, Chosen One

André’s eyes are weird. Everybody knows that. They’ve been changing colors for his entire life, and what started as brown eventually became violet. The doctors have diagnosed it as chroma flux, a rare eye condition wherein the iris changes its color every so often. So when André’s eyes one day become a vibrant pink, life simply goes on as normal. However, that changes when it’s soon discovered that André’s blood has taken on the same color. And even glows. Not long after he’s targeted by strange Alien creatures, claiming him to be both a savior and a doomsday machine. Which one it is? No one seems to have the answer. And André might break before he ever finds out, desperate to figure out who he can trust.

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Realm of Mirrors : ( Eng ) Dark Academia, Body Horror, Loss of Innocence

In the coastal town of Grimmvik, six friends find themselves wrapped up in the mysteries surrounding the old castle up on the cliffs. With ghosts roaming the halls, reflections acting on their own, and rooms that seem to breathe and have a pulse. At first it’s a thrill. Excitement filling their veins as they sneak out in the dead of night to catch glimpses of these unexplained phenomena. That is until they discover the dungeons. Where a shrine for an old and grand mirror rests, whispering their names. What once was nothing but fun and games turns to life and death as Grimmvik’s dark history is revealed. And they’re much more involved than they could ever imagine.

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Gammellunden ( A Beauty and the Beast gender-swapped retelling ) : ( Eng ) Soulmates, Monster-Human Romance, Curses

In the inlands of Sweden lies Gammellunden, a massive land of dense forests and clear waters that breathes pure magic. It is a place no human ever enters, for it’s the home of the urroa; large beasts with skin as rough as stone and antlers like the branches of oak trees. Stories have traveled through generations, cautionary tales of the beasts to keep humans far away from the border. Ruben Hylén is very familiar with these morbid tales, but that doesn’t stop his curiosity, and one day he crosses the border. Stumbling upon an urroa in the middle of her bloody feast, neither has any clue of what Gammellunden has in store for them.

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The Wayward Carnival : ( Eng ) Prophecies, Cults, Divinity

What kind of teens wouldn’t love to find a magical carnival that never closes and only responds to them? With endless food and drinks and spectacular shows, providing an otherworldly experience that leaves you in euphoric drunkenness. Though all good things eventually come to an end, for the battle of the carnival has been foretold in ancient prophecies. And nothing is quite like it seems. Not even the carnival itself.

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The Garden of Corpses : ( Eng/Swe ) Cottagegore, Magic schools, Morality

As you get older, your magic begins to solidify into an affinity — From sacred bonds with animals to the divine light from above. It is then you go to attend one of many schools specialized to train your kind of affinity. One such school is Liegården, one of Sweden's oldest schools for Elementals. This is where Isak, Heidi, Janan, Alejandra, and Nils find themselves in late August one year. Ready to learn everything they can about their powers, and maybe make life-long friends at the same time. Their plans quickly change, however, as something strange begins to take root within them, and a long-forgotten form of magic makes itself known once again. With rotting corpses resting in the forests, a conspiracy brewing within the school’s faculty, and a primal hunger steadily growing, the five friends must work quickly to uncover the secrets of the elemental. Lest they too be left to decay in the gardens.

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The Divine : ( Eng ) Magical boys, Fond Family, Mental health

When danger lurks on the horizon, far greater than any Human or Calidrim can handle, Kayara awakens the Wielders —powerful warriors carrying the combined force of light and darkness— to defend the worlds. And so, five boys must learn to navigate school and their personal lives while also keeping the worlds safe from monsters, cultists, and an approaching deity of chaos.

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Ode to an Angel : ( Eng ) Family, Expectations, Doomed at birth

Kit Kumar, the oldest child of Jashi and Maia, the greatest friend you’ll ever have, a musical genius, and the biggest anomaly known to the Angelic. Being born the fifth child to a fated quartet, many believe Kit to be a bad omen, and thus their birth tainted what else would’ve been an honor and a blessing. And as the coronation of Kit’s siblings approaches, the Kumar family’s dedication and loyalty is tested one last time.

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All The stars Are Watching ( Part of the Chimeran Universe ) : ( Eng ) Mental Health, Cults, Body Horror

Life, Light, and Magic. These three elements lay the very foundation of both the universe and reality itself. Elements that can be found in every living creature. Life lets you breathe, Light lets you see, but Magic is only for a few. Few known as Chimeras. They look just like normal Humans and for their own safety that's what they pass as in public. But just because Magic is a natural part of their everyday life doesn't mean strange occurrences are any less strange. On the first day of her new school, Vega Dahl breaks the first rule; don’t talk to Leo Holm. A rule they themselves have enforced over the years. Surprisingly, they end up in an unlikely friendship. However, things quickly take a turn for the worst as strange people appear seemingly out of nowhere, and they seem to be after Vega. For reasons no one seems to know. Could it be because she's a Chimera?

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En Väktares Saga ( A Guardians Tale ) : ( Swe ) Mental Health, Found Family, Cosmic Horror

A group of teens wants nothing but to fit in. To be accepted or left alone. To heal or to damage. What none wanted was to have the fate of the entire universe placed on their frail shoulders. It seems innocuous enough at first; learn to control and master their new elemental abilities, and once they’ve outgrown their mortal bodies enter the Astral plane. Where they’ll guard the gates to the universe. Simple. Well, not when you take the God of the universe into consideration. Hellbent on revenge there is only one thing she needs; for them to submit and let her back in. A goal that involves their seemingly endless torment.

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Häxkonst och Alkemi ( Witchcraft and Alchemy ) : ( Swe ) Magic Society, Body Horror, Accidental Chosen One

Thrusted into the world of the Magical, Felix, Elias, Lukas and Jonathan try their best to adapt. It’s not easy. Especially when, as Magicians, they’re expected to know the Magical like the back of their hand. Even though they’ve only been aware of its existence for less than a week. It’s made worse when they’re brought in right during a growing crisis. Something or someone is placing harmful sigils all over Sweden, and seemingly the entire world, causing both the Magical and Mundane intensive distress and harm. In an attempt to help in any way they can, the boys wind up making themselves the biggest target for the source of the sigils. For they’re now, somehow, the only ones capable of stopping them.

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Maledictus : ( Swe ) Body Horror, Dark Magic, Found Family

Even in a world full of magic, mystical beings, and power-granting Curios, people still can’t help but find themselves stuck with no idea where to go next. Which is where Emilio has ended. Fresh out of high school and future goals, they go about their monotone life of working at a small cafe and writing poetry. This all changes when they win a game of chess for one of the café's patrons. Perhaps a bit passive-aggressively, but it does catch the attention of a group of surprisingly powerful magic users. And one night their leader —a charming young man by the name of Ivan Fellin— approaches Emilio, presenting them with one of the world's most powerful Curio’s; The Maledictus' Queen piece. And just like that their life is turned upside down, with the violent secret of the Maledictus's power looming over them like a suffocating shadow.

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! Please note ! My writing is an outlet for and my way of coping. Because of this, most of my work deals with, in one way or another, mental health, abuse, heavy violence, death, and trauma. They might not be obvious or major parts of the story, but they’re there. Stay Safe y’all <3

#writeblr #wip #wip intro #wip list #long post #wip : To The End #wip : The Neon Trilogy #wip : Realm of Mirrors #wip : Gammellunden #wip : The Wayward Carnival #wip : The Garden of Corpses #wip : The Divine #wip : Ode to an Angel #wip : All the Stars Are Watching #wip : A Guardians Tale #wip : Witchcraft and Alchemy #wip : Maledictus

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anonymousfoz · 8 months

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The Earth, Stars and Moon (Part 4)

Part 3 | Part 5

Taglist: @quinnharperwrites, @holdmyteaplease, @yesireadbooks, @teacupsandstarlight, @vite-poh, @theoracleofgiana, @writeblr-of-my-own

The wolf den was a lush forest with a lake and numerous fluffy boys. Some were shifters and some were wild animals, but the pack was strong, with Sister Wolf leading. The teenager was hesitant to approach due to a fear of wolves, but Brother Bear had assured her safety. It took some time to get used to the smell of wet dog, but the teenager had settled nearby the group of bison that were like children to Brother Bear. They were much calmer, and a few had fallen asleep beside the teenager. The teen just felt out of place, and for good reason. She wasn’t like Brother Bear or Sister Wolf; she wasn’t chosen into this life but born into it. She heard the subtle clops of hooves and got up to see a golden buck standing over her. A majestic creature to some, but to her it was just dad.

“Neptune. Where are the others?”

“With all the wolves.”

“Do they-”

“No. They don’t know Father. I know what happens if your wife finds out that I am alive.” The teenager began to pet one of the sleeping bison. Neptune was always aware of what her existence meant to her dad and what Mother Moon could do if she were discovered. Mother Moon knew she existed, but had thought Neptune died when she was a young infant. Her dad just didn’t have the guts to kill her, and she was glad for that. He was an amazing dad, but he was always on edge of his wife finding out. It was why Neptune needed to become a part of the group with Sister Wolf and Brother Bear. If she was accepted in and a tribe claimed her, there was nothing Mother Moon could do. But time was against the father-daughter duo.

“You can tell James. He doesn’t like Moonie.” Neptune looked at her father with a confused glare, before he responded, “Brother Bear is James. I gave them names, remember?”

“I always thought James was the annoying coyote.” Neptune looked up at the sunset before letting out an exhale. “Dad... do you think I will be accepted by a tribe? What if I’m not good enough?”

“Neppy, don’t think like that. It takes time to learn about your powers and traits. James and Adelita took years to figure out their craft and get accepted by a tribe.”

“We don’t have time. I know what I am, but I just can’t grasp anything.” The buck sat in silence, thinking of anything to make Neptune feel better, but he had nothing. Father Sun wasn’t good when it came to fast thinking.

“You are right about that, but you already know your animal and special abilities. You are a smart individual with two great teachers around you. You will figure something out. You always do. Meanwhile, I’m stuck listening to my wife about my mistakes and how I’m not raising the sun correctly. Like it’s in the sky? What more does she want!?” Neptune let out a small chuckle at her dad’s anger. He had loved his job of being the keeper of the sun, but he was quick to anger when it came to people telling him how to do it. The two continued to talk before the sun set and Father Sun had to go to Mother Moon. He pranced off into the darkness before the moon rose. The sleeping bison let out a grunt before waking up and running off to a figure in the distance who was Brother Bear. Neptune went quiet as the large man sat down beside her.

“I’m guessing you heard everything?”

“Not everything, but Tatanka right here informed me of what I needed to know.” Neptune hadn’t thought of the fact that the bison could have been listening the entire time. Her heartbeat began to skyrocket out of fear of what could happen. Brother Bear got up and extended his hand out to her. Neptune was hesitant, but did take his hand. The two of them and Tatanka headed deeper into the Wolf Den. What was in store for Neptune was unknown, as she failed at keeping her secret safe. “Don’t worry, kid. I’ll make sure you remain safe, even if spite is the only thing that motivates me.” With that, Neptune took a sigh of relief, and the rest of the night was a blurry memory for her.

But for Brother Bear, this raised more questions than answers. He had figured the coyote was lying about sending them after the child, after all Mother Moon never would have done that. It was out of character, but for Father Sun, it made perfect sense. But how did Father Sun have a daughter with another woman? And there couldn’t be anyone that was assigned a fox as their animal, as that was Sapphire’s animal. It couldn’t be claimed. It was smart and undetectable at the time, due to how annoying the coyote was. Brother Bear was fine with doing anything to spite Mother Moon and he clearly cared for Father Sun, but this was all so sudden and confusing.

“Beary, the kid is asleep. What did you want to tell me?” Sister Wolf came out of the tent and stood beside the 6 foot man.

“Would you ever report anything to Mother Moon?” Sister Wolf gave a side eye to the question. It was a random question, but he had to ask despite knowing the answer, mainly for reassurance.

“Of course not. We both know what she did to Sapphire. Her marriage with Father Sun has been on the rocks since then.”

“Apparently before then. I’ll explain in the morning. You need some sleep.”

“What? I’m perfectly fine to spend another 72 hours awake.”

“The bags under your eyes tell me another story.” Sister Wolf let out a nervous chuckle before hugging Brother Bear. “Would telling you a story help you sleep?” Brother Bear let out a sigh as Sister Wolf began to nod. He knew the story she wanted him to tell. It was always the same story; he grew sick of telling it over and over, but he would do it over and over for his little sister. While they weren’t related through blood, it didn’t matter. The large man carried the younger woman to an elderly tree and sat down before telling the story.

“It all started back when I was a lad…”

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