#LOOK AT THE SNOWBEAR!!!!!!

[jupio]

morning walk for joy and whimsy: ✅️

[wellthebardsdead]

Clockwork heart pt40

Part 39 here

Timeskip because what I had planned made me cry too much

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Wyrm: *back arched as if a kabuki dancer posing as a prawn. Blood gushing from his tear ducts as he forces the eyes of the falmer into his sockets, no longer in control of his own body, mercer laying dead at his feet, and Taliesin pulling in vain at his arms to stop him* I HAVE TO SEE! I HAVE TO SEE! I HAVE TO S- *drops to the ground in a silent scream as all the air leaves his body and the eyes of the falmer replace the Pearl and his eye completely* I… see…

Taliesin: my love?! *drops to his knees lifting him into his arms. His heart already shattered having seen Mercer attempt to kill him once* my Pearl?! My darling?! *picks up the bloodied Pearl lined with gold as the chamber begins to fill with water*

Karliah: We have to get out of here!!

Brynjolf: up there! It’s our only way out!

Taliesin: I can’t swim!!!

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“I can’t breathe… it’s so cold. I’m cold, I’m cold- my chest hurts- I’m- I’m. Im… freezing.”

“TEACUP!!!”

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Taliesin: *gasps for air and instinctively reaches up clawing at the figure looming over him only to see Wyrm staring back at him, the dunmer soaked to the bone and trembling as blood and tears drip from his now pink glowing eyes* m-my love. My Wyrm, y-your eyes-

Wyrm: th-they hurt- everything looks strange- b-but you! You nearly drowned! You- my Tali- I- I tried to pull you up but you were too heavy!! K-Kaidan- he-

Kaidan: *coughs up a lung of water and slaps Taliesin on his side* I swear to fock if you die I’ll bring you back just to kill you kyself.

Taliesin: *coughs out a laugh as he sits up and pulls Wyrm in close stroking his face* am I the only one worried that he shoved two strange rocks into his face?!?!

Inigo: *fur soaking wet* c-considering everything we know about him I should say yes, but no, it is very concerning.

Brynjolf: he? He absorbed them? *kneels down to be eye level with Wyrm and look at his eyes, only to be flung to the side as nerevar body slams him out of the way*

Nerevar: *covered in snow after ignoring Wyrms request to not seek them out from their campsite, grabs wyrms face and pulls him in close staring at his eyes* the eyes of lorkhan. *lets him go and stands up punching the wall of the cave before grabbing his Mohawk in mounting anger* THE FUCKING EYES OF LORKHAN!

Karliah: the eyes of? No these are the eyes of the-

Nerevar: FALMER! IT WAS ALWAYS THE FALMER! They guarded his soul, his eyes, they’re up there now on his body trying to defend it!!! *gestures up obviously referencing the moons* if it weren’t for the heat of morrowind or the mountain they’d of guarded his heart too! It’s why the dwemer blinded them! Because they could read the elder scrolls, the scrolls of creation itself! What do they want?! What does seht want?! Why would he lead Wyrm to this?!

Wyrm: *visibly frightened watching nerevar freak out, but no longer seeing just nerevar, but the nerevarine, all forms he’d of taken. Every race, every gender, every iteration from every possible timeline* a-Ata- I’m scared- I’m- *stares ahead, jaw slack and now pink opalescent eyes glistening as they glaze over*

Voryn: *steps into the cave, covered in viscera after killing a snowbear, his third eye open as he calms Wyrm down* we are going to the nearest inn. *reaches into Wyrms pocket, retrieving the key of nocturnal and offering it to Karliah* and this is where our paths split.

Karliah: but I can’t-

Voryn: I cannot risk further harm to him… nocturnal knows plenty of sotha sil, more so than I… but look at Wyrm… look at what has become of him in pursuit of aiding you… I will not allow further harm to be done to him. If you will not take it nightingale, I will give it to the guild instead. *offers it to Brynjolf*

Brynjolf: *takes it carefully as his eyes rest on wyrm* I’ll get it to where it belongs… what’s… what’s happened to the poor lad?…

Nerevar: *staring into Wyrms eyes as Taliesin tries to dry his tears* nothing good.

[al13n-fr34k]

Ceramuc snowbear. I have two of them.

Awwww :D

They look cute!

[fatalelity]

as the year changes, remember that you, too, are always changing. always growing. always moving. like snowflakes forming a snowbear, you are multifaceted and incredibly, beautifully unique. be proud of yourself for all you are, and all you will become. this little bear is proud of you, too!

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Hope

A little girl watches the snowfall, fascinated by the dance they perform as they shine in the firelight. The day had long since ended, and her hands were still sticky from the pastry she was graciously given by the village grandma. She was careful not to touch her beloved teddy bear but reached out to try and catch some snowflakes to look at closer.

They melted before touching her, always disappearing from the heat she naturally produced. Even the snow gathered on the ground wasn't strong enough to last even a second near her.

Annie pouted, annoyed once again that her desire to hold snow was thwarted by her grandness! Only Tibbers could withstand her powers, but he was not the snow she wanted to play with right now. She returned to just watching the snow instead, still not tired nor lured by the warmth of the fire inside the cave. Her horned headband was in her pack, and she was still wearing her furlined clothes for winter, a nice rusty red like Tibbers! With furlined boots to match still on her toes. She would be a bit too warm if the heat didn't affect her much.

Annie reminisced about the day when she watched the village kids play a game called "snowdown showdown", pelting each other with the fresh snowfall by rolling them up into 'snowballs', and whichever team hit the other the most won! She so wanted to join and prove she was the best, but any snow she gathered in her hands melted, even with the old thick gloves she pilfered. Poor Tibbers couldn't manage to make 'snowballs' either! Though he doesn't like the snow, he still tried for Annie!

Annie glared at the snow outside now, the frustration from before returning with a vengeance. It wasn't her fault she was too powerful for this fragile snow! The village granny explained that if she controlled her powers better, she could smother her fire enough to hold cold things without melting them. Though she recommended she doesn't try until summer since she could get sick from the cold. Like she was weak enough to fall to such a weak thing like a little cold!

Annie didn't want to try damping her fire she acknowledged to herself, her fire is what keeps her safe, and trying to smother it feels wrong. Like someone trying to take Tibbers away from her! So she scorned the thought, vowing to forget this silly want of making snowballs. It wasn't worth it if this stupid snow was too weak!

... Annie will just have to watch... and hope when she's older she has more control... maybe when she's older she can even make a 'snowman!' She'd make the best snowman, no the best snowbear with Tibbers!

Annie was pulled from her thoughts as a sudden harsh wind blew out her campfire in the cave and caused her to fall onto her back from where she was sitting. She gasped and quickly hugged Tibbers to herself, the wind growing in intensity and in danger of blowing her and Tibbers away!

Just as suddenly, the wind died down from its onslaught. Annie poked her head out of the cave, stupid wind blew her campfire away. Now she needs to find more sticks! She grumbled and trudged outside, thinking rude thoughts to those stupid wind spirits. She'll remember to closer her 'door' this time when she's done!

The snow melted around her quickly thanks to Annie's high temper and flame in her hand, which made it easy for her to walk to a grove of trees not far from her cave. It wasn't very pleasant though, the ground was all muddy thanks to the water the snow created.

"Stupid wind, stupid snow, stupid snowdown..." Annie muttered to herself and paused before some trees. She huffed and sent out a cone of flame to melt the snow quicker.

"I bet snowflakes don't even look cool like they said!" She told Tibbers as she handed him sticks to hold, checking to make sure mud wasn't on them.

"Yeah, snowflakes must be boring!"

"But every snowflake is unique, little one." That wasn't Tibbers that replied.

Annie gasped and threw out a fireball, someone snuck up on her in the middle of the night!

The fireball was smothered by another ball of... ice? Annie readied another flame in her hand but stopped when she saw who her opponent was, illuminated by her flames.

Annie craned her neck to look into the eyes of a giant bird who glittered thanks to her flame, who was nearly larger than the trees! Why was a bird this big? And sparkly??

"Forgive me for surprising you, I couldn't help but give my own opinion of snowflakes." The giant bird spoke, a gentle tone in her words. She bowed her head closer to the ground so Annie didn't have to nearly fall over to look into her eyes.

Annie puffed herself up, "And what gives you the right to your opinion? I'm Annie, the greatest mage ever! Like fire itself!" She showed off her flame, making it even brighter. The bird didn't react in fear like Annie thought she would, like everyone else does once they see her abilities.

"My name is Anivia," her eyes smiled, "The Winter's Mother. I am the one who brings the storm." She brings a wing up in a flourish, stunning Annie with her grand yet playful gesture.

"I am the snow, wind, and ice."

Annie is silent for a moment, looking at the Cyrophoenix with glittering eyes with childish wonder before she points suddenly.

"If you're the wind, you blew out my campfire!" She puffs, stomping the ground. "How dare you not be hurt by my fire!"

Anivia blinks, and a mystifying laugh that reminds Annie of the singing ice from a frozen lake rings out in coos, otherworldly and different. But it makes Annie smile and hides a giggle herself, even if she was just annoyed at this giant ice bird for smothering her fire.

"My apologies once again! It seems I have inconvenienced you greatly this night," Anivia titters out, calming down after their giggle fest. What a spirited child she found, so unlike other children that usually are unnerved by her or too in awe to speak to her, hiding behind their parents' cloaks. She reminds her of Nunu from the tales Ashe sometimes whispers to her in her prayers.

"Is there anything I can do to gain your forgiveness?" Anivia asks, settling herself lower onto the ground to nearly be eye-to-eye with the pyro-child.

Annie opens her mouth but then pauses. She had plenty of ideas, like demanding Anivia to be her servant! But that probably won't work, and she has this idea in her mind.

"If you're the ice and snow... can you make snow that doesn't melt?" Annie asks, hiding her face behind Tibbers, but still watching the bird carefully.

Anivia hums a deep sound that reverbs through Annie and raises her head to tilt it towards the girl.

"I cannot create snow or ice here that never melts, for if I do it may harm you and the others near this forest." The Frostbringer explains patiently to the child, thinking of True Ice she could make but is possibly deadly to any Non-Iceborn, and watches as the girl's expression crumbles from behind her demon-sealed bear. Anivia sighs as Annie turns away.

"But I can make snow and ice strong enough to last beyond your heat," So she lifts a wing above the pouting girl, figuring the blizzard she had planned can wait a few hours.

Annie looks up in awe as snowflakes begin raining from the Cyrophoenix's wing, looking even more pretty than the other snowfall happening around them! She's so mesmerized by the sight that she flinches when one of the flakes lands on her nose. Her eyes cross as she tries to look at it, and flinches again when more land on her cheeks! They catch on her eyelashes, and Annie could just see the intricate designs of them right before her eyes.

Annie starts laughing delightedly at the feeling of the tiny cold crystals on her skin, and thus begins her hours of fun playing in the snow for the first time. Tibbers grumbles a whole lot during their playing but doesn't protest as she tumbles around. Anivia even makes snowballs to play Snowdown Showdown! She makes plenty around for Annie to run to and throw at the bird, and she wins even though Anivia could just make it rain snowballs if she wanted. She doesn't even get mad when a few trees catch on fire! Anivia just makes sure it doesn't spread, leaving a few so Annie can see easier in the dark.

They play and play, Annie shrieking in delight as the cold seeps through her clothes, Anivia playfully falling over with a loud thud that shakes the ground when Annie nails a snowball on her beak before lifting Annie up with the wind that howls through the trees. Tibbers grows and knocks down a few trees to make walls for Annie to duck behind, dodging snowballs with her and helping her clamber over the trees once Anivia bemoans she ran out of snow! They even make a snowbear, but Tibbers showed who was the best bear and destroyed it. By the time Annie starts to slow down, the sun is starting to lighten the sky in the distance.

Annie sleeps the day away once she returns, snuggled into her fur bedding and cuddling with Tibbers. She dreams of her past family when they all played together and tells them how much fun she had playing with Tibbers and a giant bird! As she sleeps, Anvia leaves a pile of food for her in a bag from her followers' gifts from shrines, as to make sure she stays well from playing in the cold. She then flies back to the Freljord with a blizzard in her wake, giddy she was able to play like the young chick she was so long ago.

(The village trades new tales with travelers and other villages, of how on the eve of a new year, a great battle took place in the surrounding forest. It kept the village awake as a battle between great spirits must have taken place with screeching and howling and rumbling ground, to ensure the new year came as promised. The burnt and fallen trees and the frozen shards of ice spanning miles in the ground prove the tale, and the people who follow the demi-god of rebirth and changing of seasons continued to tell the tale of how The Great Cyrophoenix must have fought a demon wishing to raze the world on the end of the year.)

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Jaskier x firebender reader - We need a horse

Summary: Jaskier is tired of constantly walking, so he convinces you to find a way to get a horse.

Warnings- shenanigans, fighting, death of bad guys, Jaskier fluff 

Masterlist

You and Jaskier are standing outside of a tavern as Geralt does whatever on the inside, you’re guessing it’s finding a new monster to hunt. Or perhaps he could be swooning over a fair maiden, yeah that doesn’t seem very plausible. You shake the thought out of your head as you lean against the side of the stony tavern, your boots in the dirt. Jaskier stands to your left fiddling with a piece of his tunic, as he watches random village goers walk by.

“I’ve just had a thought.” He says from out of nowhere. You push yourself off of the wall, nonchalantly resting your hand on the hilt of your sword that’s positioned at your hip.

“Oh here we go.” You quietly mutter.

“Maybe we could all take turns on Roach.”

You chuckle, “Yeah that’s unlikely.”

“No seriously, we have to walk all the time from village to town to castle to wherever the fuck the money and monsters are....so we should take turns riding Roach.” He argues, trying to get you on board with his new idea.

“I mean...I guess you do make a compelling argument.” You tell him with a shrug.

“See! I’m telling you Y/N, when that grumpy old snowbear comes back outta the tavern from whatever indulgences he’s getting into....I’m gonna tell him.” Jaskier exclaims, ever so sure of himself.

You give him a half-convinced nod, “You do that. I’ll watch from over there, by the carpet seller.” You tell him as you head towards the table across the road. His eyes widen at the realization that your a no-go for his plan to get Geralt of all people to share Roach. “What? You’re not going to help at all. This is Geralt. He won’t give a flying fuck about what I’m saying...but if I have you...we have a winning argument.” He tries his best to persuade you, but you appear unflinching as you turn around to look at him.

“Jask, I’ve know Geralt awhile...he’s not gonna go for it.”

“But Y/N.” Whines Jaskier with a pout. You step in closer to put your hand on his shoulder in an attempt at trying to comfort him, while you give him your most sincere smile.

“Listen there’s a vender over there who sells really nice travel bearing boots....some of them look very....er up to your tastes.” His face falls at that, so you abruptly remove your hand from his tense shoulder.

“Well you’re certainly no help, thanks for nothing. Sorry I’m not...well...whatever you are that makes it so easy to just walk everywhere and not apparently get tired.” He sasses, folding his arms and turning around with a dramatic huff. You roll your eyes at Jaskier’s pettiness, no matter how small the act.

You shake your head with a annoyed frown, “It’s not my fault I’m just not a little bitch.” You jest, whisper yelling the last part, gods Jaskier can be such a little princess.

You casually mosey on over by the shoe vender taking a good look at their diverse array of footwear, you look up again to glance over at a pouty Jaskier that’s looking over his shoulder to find you. When your eyes meet you stick your tongue out at him and he quickly looks away, staring intently back at the tavern door.

“Hello miss are you looking for something specific?” Asks an older man from behind the counter. You turn towards him with a small smile, “Oh um, I’m just looking for a friend.....just seeing what you got.” You reply giving him a nod as you look down at all the boots. He does have a nice gathering of travel wear as well as for parties and...

“Oh come on Geralt. Some of us don’t have a horse. It’s only fair.”

Your head snaps up at the sound of Jaskier, you watch as Geralt ignores him while he starts walking over towards you. His face is a blank slate of annoyance a he makes his way to where you’re standing as he tries to get Jaskier off his ass, with your help of course. “Y/N, did you have anything to with this.” He grumbles, stopping in front of you.

You look around his large frame at a pleading Jaskier, and then back up to him, “Nope.” You deadpan, Jaskier purses his lips together in frustration, as he walks around Geralt with his hands on his hips. He goes to open his mouth but you stop him, “I’ll just buy a horse Jask.” He stands back in surprise, before his brows furrow in confusion, “Okay as great as that sounds Y/N, how exactly are you going to afford a horse?” He wonders honestly, unsure of how you’d come up with the money. Considering the three of you low-key struggle as is to find an abundance of coin.

 You cross your arms over your chest while giving them both a confident smirk, “I’ll find a way believe me.” You assure them, Geralt nods as he turns to walk away and Jaskier still looks troubled.

You roll your eyes at him while you link your arm in his, the both of you begin to walk in Geralt’s direction. “I’d really like to know how you’re going to get us a horse...but then again, maybe I don’t.” He muses, you pull him in closer to you, whispering in his ear. “There’s a pack of bandits on the outskirts of the village woods. I plan on robbing them for coin and whatever other valuables they may have.”

His eyebrows raise as he tilts his head to you, “That’s smart. Hmm you’re gonna need a lookout or...ah right! A distraction.” He says excitedly, always ready to get into trouble with you whenever the opportunity arises. 

“Shhh...you want everyone to hear us. And besides I’m going alone.” He stops walking and holds onto both of your forearms. “Y/N. I need new material for a ballet, please let me go with you.....I mean the action, the danger, the gore, and uh...theft. So much potential.” He whisper yells while looking deeply into your shining eyes.

“If you keep giving me that look with those big blue eyes of yours I’ll crack. And last I checked you can’t exactly defend yourself as well as either myself or Geralt. You can get hurt Jaskier...” He holds up a finger to silence you.

“Y/N my love, my rose in a dead garden, my feisty foxy woman, my lamppost guiding me through a dark forest on a cold winters eve...my..”

“Jaskier.”

“What? I’m on a roll... you inspire me my dear.” He tells you grinning cheekily.

You shake your head smiling at him adoringly, “Gods alright, you can come along...but you’ll have to hide and....Stay. Out. Of. The. Way.” You warn him firmly, Jaskier just grins happily, bringing up his hands to cup your cheeks. “Ah, I love you.” He exclaims joyously, smashing his lips into yours. He pulls away abruptly leaving you dazed and wanting more, as he pulls you down the trail leading to Geralt and Roach.

“Eh..uh...okay then.” You mumble, smiling brightly like a huge lovestruck idiot. Dammit Jaskier with his stupid smile, and voice, and his even stupider charm. He’s the only person who’s able to break you enough to give in and let him get what he wants. If you could slap that infuriating grin right off of his smug face, but in all honesty you’d rather kiss it off him instead.

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Later that evening you get up from your spot near the campfire. Geralt watches you suspiciously as he sits in broody silence trying to figure out what you’re up to. Jaskier finishes his rabbit leg, flicking the bone into the fire as he stands up to follow your lead. Geralt’s eyebrow raises, “And where are you two going?” He mutters. You snap your armored gauntlets onto your forearms while you look up at Geralt. “I’m finding coin.” You answer, reaching out to pick up your infamous metal chained whip, perfect for slaying monsters and taking out bandits and whoever else is in your way. “I’ll be back later, don’t follow me.”

“Oh and I’m coming too! I’ll have a fresh new ballot by this time tomorrow...it’ll be fantastic.” Gushes Jaskier, throwing his hands in the air for emphasis.

“Yeah...uh... he won’t be near me.” You assure Geralt with an honest nod. He shrugs, not wanting to bother in your guys’ business. “Alright then. Let’s get a go on things. A horse won’t buy itself after all.” Says Jaskier enthusiastically, putting his hands on his hips. You pull up your hood, turning to quickly grab your camouflaged scarf to then adjust the dark green material to help better conceal your face.

“Here you might want this.” You tell Jaskier as you hand him a dark cloak, he gladly accepts it, throwing it on with ease. “And this...just incase.” You add while handing him a small dagger that’s lying secured in its sheath. He cautiously takes it, giving you a nod as he tucks it into his vest. You stand back to give Jaskier a look up and down, as he fumbles around with his cloak, completely oblivious to your amused gaze.

“Jask!”

He suddenly stops, snapping his head up to look at you, his hair flopping into his eyes. “Yes, my love?”

“Let’s go.” You tell him while walking away into the woods and out of sight, Jaskier gives Geralt an ecstatic smile before abruptly turning on his heels to trail after you.

The forest is dark and heavy, a small breeze rocking the branches in a strange type of dance. You look up through the cracks in the forest canopy above you, a crescent moon shows a Cheshire Cat-like smile beaming down on you from the sky. The stars seem to twinkle from high into the heavens, while back on earth the night is cool and mysterious. Your eyes adjust to the darkness now that you’re away from the comfort of the campfire light as you bring your hand up to make a tiny flame so you don’t trip on the forest floor.

Your peaceful moment is intrusively interrupted by the rushed steps of your humble bard, who’s fumbling in the dark to try and keep up with you. You turn around just in time to catch him as he has amazingly tripped on a tree root. His arms flail out as you snatch him by his torso, you little flame going out as this clash has evidently lead the both of you into a aggressive hug of sorts that sends you crashing onto the forest floor. Your back hits the grass with a hard thud as a greater pressure holds you in place from above. You suck in a sharp breath as your eyes shoot open to the weight that’s pinning you to the ground, the smiling face of Jaskier is staring right into your eyes.

“Well aren’t we in quit the compromising of positions my dear.” Smirks your bard with a cheeky grin.

“One, Two, Thre..”

“Alright alright!” Whispers Jaskier as he quickly lifts himself off of you. He holds his hand out for you to take, ever the gentleman.

“You’re as blind as a bat, why did I let you come?”

“If not I would have annoyed you relentlessly for the next week, I’d even make a song about it. Let me think....my Y/N, she hissed at me like a cat and said I was as blind as a bat, she killed for coin and touches my loins ohhh I loveee..”

“I’ll shove a leave down your throat.”

“Jeesh alright touchy. I’ll behave, I promise. You will not hear another word from me.” He announces while pretending to zip his mouth shut.

“Yeah I’ve heard that before.” You retort while turning around and heading in the direction of the thieves camp, Jaskier holding onto your cloak and trying his hardest to stay silent.

The both of you walk for another ten minutes before you begin to hear laughter and the familiar scent of cooked deer roasting over a spit. Then your eyes spot a flicker of light through the dull color of the woods, a solid indicator of where these idiots are camped. You signal your discovery to Jaskier who nods and urges you onward. You take cautious steps as you get closer, you can see the men gathered around a blazing fire, small tents behind them, and their weapons by their feet. No horses unfortunately.

“Stay here and don’t draw any attention to yourself I’m gonna kill them and then take their valuables.”

“Isn’t that stealing?”

“Not if their dead Jask.”

“Huh. Yeah that sounds about right.”

You turn back around, slowly sliding out your dagger from within its sheath as you cautiously stalk closer to the oblivious men. Without warning you lunge at the closest one, slitting his throat from ear to ear as you stab your weapon into the next one who didn’t even have time to stand. You turn around, quickly jumping over the burning fire as you plunge your dagger straight into the eye of the next unlucky fellow to cross your path. Suddenly an arrow lodged itself into your right shoulder with a sickening thwack sound. You turn towards the terrified bowmen, a flash of anger shining through your eyes as they catch sight of the local wanted rapist. You flick your hand with ease, your instrument of death slicing deep into his vulnerable chest. He drops his bow and arrow as a trail of blood begins dripping out of his parted lips. His eyes are as big as saucers when he abruptly lets out a pained gasp, falling to the forest floor in a slump of limbs.

You swivel your head around the entire camp once again, not wanting to miss anything or anyone who might have escaped. Not a sound is heard but the rapid thudding of Jaskier’s heartbeat from behind a bush. Your ears prick at the gargled mumble of the scruffy looking rapist who just shot you. Oh right, you still have an arrow stuck into your side, must be the adrenaline. 

Taking care of that problem you pull it out, accidentally snapping it off before the pointy end has a chance to properly come out. Shit. Ignoring the dull throbbing in your shoulder, you focus your attention on the slowly dying man in front of you. Leaning down, you pull out your silver dagger, wiping the blood off on his clean sleeve before putting it back in your sheath.

“B..bi..bitch.” He mumbles through ragged breaths. You give him a sneer before crushing his jugular with your boot, another cockroach squashed.

“Y/N! That was bloody brilliant. They never even saw you coming.” Gushes Jaskier as he parts the bushes so he can jog over to you.

“Well that was the intention. Uh, look for any coin...I’ll look in their bags.” He currently nods, turning to do just that, he stops dead in his tracks at a large angry balding man across from the dying campfire.

“Uh, Y/N you may have missed one.”

Snapping your head of to Jaskier you turn to the angry huff of a monster of a man who’s glaring dagger at you and your bard. Suddenly the man lets out a loud battle cry as he charges with his axe towards Jaskier and you. 

“Oh fuck.” Gasps Jaskier as you swiftly race to his side while throwing your outstretched arm in front of him. A furious blast of orange and yellow flames emitting from your palms and straight into the bulking thief, he lets out a blood curdling scream as the flames lick up his sides. Burning him alive within seconds, he falls to the ground as he thrashes and groans. Not even fifteen seconds later has he finally stopped moving, all that's left of him is a blackened charred body staining the once green grass of the clearing. 

 “Well...uh...that’ll do it.” Breaths out Jaskier as you turn to him, dissipating away the flames from your hand as you do so.

“I hope he didn’t have any coin on him, shit.”

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The two of you walk back into camp, the fires gone to embers and Geralt is promptly snoozing in the grass while Roach nibbles at some leaves on the nearby tree. You walk over to your satchel, picking it up to stuff the concealed bundles of coin you were able to find earlier. Jaskier goes to sit down by the dimly glowing campfire as he watches you intently. You drop the old bag onto the ground with a clinky thud, deciding it best to take off your cloak and leather armored chest piece. Leaving your top half in a grey sleeveless shirt, you let out a tired sigh of relief.

“Oh..uh Y/N...you’re kinda bleeding.”

“Huh?”

“Your shoulder. Oh come here let me have a look.” States Jaskier firmly, already scooting himself in the grass so you can sit down in front of him. Not wanting to argue, and now fully well aware of the fresh arrow head still stuck in your shoulder, you oblige and sit down right next to him. He carefully touches your bare shoulder, a concentrated look on his handsome face as he studies the bloody slice in your skin.

“You’ve got an arrow stuck in there...it’s almost out but...uh...it may hurt when I force it out.” He says, his eyebrows furrowing to together in concern.

“Do your worst.”

He nods, giving you a crooked smile as he takes out a small dagger from under his bedroll. You look up to the stars as you brace yourself for the coming pain. Suddenly cool metal is placed delicately onto your skin, then it’s quickly pressed deeper into your flesh. You bite your lip as Jaskier slices open your wound even more so he can get a better grasp onto the arrow head. Finally he finds it, pulling on the broken piece of wood attached to the silver arrow and out it goes. 

“That’s gonna be a nasty one. The bloke must’v stuck you with a silver arrow...those things are sharp.” Chimes the bard as you stop his hand from covering your cut with some cloth. 

“Let me cauterize it first, heals quicker that way.” He sets his hands down and watches intently as you conjure a tiny flame from your two fingers, carefully dragging it across your wound as you hold the pain in, it melts and fuses the parted skin together as you can smell the nasty scent of burning skin and bubbling blood.

“Well at least this little midnight raid seemed like a success...those fuckers were loaded with coin. By gods Y/N we’re gonna have the best horse and...hmm I’m just imagining all the wine we could snag while we’re still near town.” He says while raising an eyebrow to you.

You roll your eyes as he then carefully wraps your shoulder in spare cloth, you turn yourself around to face him fully now. The both of you sitting together in the grass as the remainder of the fire glows lowly in the warm summer air. Jaskier gives you a smile as he adjusts the sleeves of his shirt. “You wouldn’t mind sharing a spot in the grass with your loyal bard now would you?”

“Not at all.” You reply with a yawn, Jaskier flashes you an excited grin as he pats at the soft ground, making the two of you a makeshift bed. 

Once satisfied with his work he lays himself down, looking up to you with those big blue eyes of his, pleading for you to join him. Tired and in need of a good cuddle you curl up into his side as he throws an arm around your waist. Careful as not to touch your injured shoulder in the process, your eyes lock with his as a bright smile plants itself onto both of your faces.

“Well if you aren’t the most radiant creature I’ve ever met. Oh and best part...you’re all mine.” Whispers Jaskier as he lightly kisses your nose, you let out a tiny giggle in reply, ever grateful for this tuneful idiot and the fact that Geralt is in a deep sleep.

“I took an arrow for you, when we get to the next tavern you better show me how radiant I really am.” Jaskier let’s out an amused snort before kissing you in an attempt at making you feel better for the arrow wound. You kiss him back, not being able to resist his charms for much longer, even if your shoulder still feels sore as it slowly heals underneath the cloth.

[magni-thorson]

The front door creaked open, and the first thing that greeted Magni was the sound of a cheerful, piping voice. 

     ‘Papa!’ 

He bent down to sweep the little snowbear into his arms, and press a series of kisses to her round cheek. “We are home.” He called into the house. Something smelled amazing. 

He looked to his side, to give Moira and Gabriel- still with the blanket around his shoulders- a soft smile. 

[elliottgarbett1995]

The Story of Frost Bear (A Care Bears Story)

It was a cold winter morning in Care-a-Lot and all the Care Bears and cousins were in for a big surprise that awaited them outside; a huge thick blanket of glistening snow lay everywhere! Tenderheart and Wonderheart looked outside at the top of the lighthouse.

"Eeeek! Snow!!" Little Wonderheart cried with delight and rushed downstairs to go outside. Tenderheart had never seen it snow in Care-a-Lot either but it sure was a marvellous sight for all to see!

Baby Hugs and Tugs meanwhile were outside with Grams bear building a snow bear. Grams bear had a cherry for the nose as well as an old scarf for the snow bear...

Good Luck Bear and Funshine were out sledging on a steep hill. They sure loved the snow like they never seen it before...

Grumpy Bear meanwhile (on the other hand) was out on the gloomy glen shovelling snow outside his Care-a-van. Funshine and Good luck came round the corner on their sledges and asked Grumpy to join them. Grumpy agreed.

Cheer, Love-a-Lot, Wish and Share Bear were having a snowball fight in the forest of feelings. Wish took aim. Cheer ducked. Love-a-Lot returned fire. Share dodged.

SPLAT!!

"Missed me!"

"Did not! Nah nah ne-" SPLAT!!

"OWWWW! That hurt!!"

"Oops! Sorry!"

Everyone was having a great time in the snow, sledging, snowballing one another for fun, even drinking hot cocoa, but what they didn't know was how the snow came about as it has never happened in Care-a-Lot before.

There was a Care Bear they never met before, ice skating alone in the middle of a frozen lake; he had icy blue fur and a belly badge depicting of a very light blue snowflake with a red heart in the middle. He even wore a red scarf as he felt really chilly.

Grumpy, Funshine, and Good Luck Bear apparently grew tired of sledging and decided to do some ice skating for a change... They approached the frozen lake where the Care Bear was still ice skating.

"Who's he?" Funshine said to Good Luck Bear.

"No idea, but we'll soon find out," Good Luck replied.

Just then, they saw True Heart Bear who happened to be passing.

"Hello Bears," True Heart said, "Meet Frost Bear."

Frost Bear skidded to a halt. "Hiya all," He said with a smile.

Tenderheart and Wonderheart were helping Hugs and Tugs who were struggling with the snowbear when Frost Bear later came along. Tenderheart and Wonderheart introduced themselves to the new arrival, so did the cubs...

Frost Bear caught sight of their snowman. "Oooh, is that a new snowman?"

"Snow bear actually," Hugs and Tugs moaned, "we're trying to make it look perfect but it's all lumpy and bumpy..."

"Here, let me help..." Frost said.

With a bit of belly badge magic and using some carving tools he carried along in a bag, the snow bear in the end looked amazingly fantastic!

"Wow!" Tenderheart said, "You sure know how to sculpt anything out of snow."

"And out of ice too," Frost replied, "And I could build igloos too.."

Everyone else in Care-a-Lot soon found out about Frost Bear, even some of them wondered if Frost had anything to do with the snow in Care-a-Lot. Frost Bear was afraid some of them might blame him for the snow that covered everywhere in Care-a-Lot, so he spoke with Tenderheart...

"There's no need to b afraid by what you can do," Tenderheart soothed, "Everyone is starting to like the snow. I know Harmony bear can b so picky because of her precious theatre, and stage and everything, but don't let anything like that stop you."

Frost Bear felt better now, he even wanted to show Tenderheart what he could do with his belly badge powers. Giving his belly a gentle rub, a frosty cloud arose from Frost's belly badge into the sky outside. The frosty cloud began to snow.

"Ahh, so that's where all that snow came from.." Tenderheart said.

Frost Bear can tell that Tenderheart was still smiling about the snow and from that day forward, Frost became a part of the Care Bears' family...

THE END.

[grauntiemotersblog]

About the oc asks, I'm wondering about.. hmm..

1, 4, 7, and 10...

1. How does your OC get the comfiest? Do they wrap themselves in a blanket? Do they build a pillow nest? Do they make a nice cup of cocoa or tea?

Wylde: she likes to be in blankets or something very fluffy, she also likes to cuddle with the nearest person around her, she isn't fond of chocolate that much so she rather have tea, and if there are pillows around expect them to be claimed by her

Alex: they love to sit on the couch or chair with a book and some tea, they do also like soft things just like wylde, and they also love to cuddle her little sister kimberly

Sam: she can find the most comfy spot and immediately fall asleep on the spot, though Don't wake her up, just put her in some blankets and she will be fine

Gregory: he loves to be wrapped up in his polar bear blanket, he finds joy and comfort in just snuggling it

Mira: she is most comfortable in her garden or in her cozy cottage near a lit fireplace

Cords: pink. bunny. Plush. He is comfy wherever as long as he has his pink bunny plush

Kimberly: she is just like Wylde in a sense, but instead of claiming the pillows, she uses on pillow or a bunch of blankets or she cuddles next to her big sister as they read a book to her.

4. What would be the best present to give your OC? Who would most likely be the one to give it to them? What is their reaction to receiving it?

Wylde: anything with glitter or confetti, she loves that stuff, either kimberly or cords would be giving her this present, her reaction is so cute, she would make a tiny gasp, and look at it for awhile and start using it immediately saying thank you over and over again

Alex: a book, to be more specific, a poetry book, kimberly would be the most likely to give Alex presents, Alex will give you a subtle thank you, and a tiny smile

Sam: ... Custom Dnd figurines, she honestly doesn't get presents that much but Gregory would give her these, sam will just look at it and grumble a thank you, and when you aren't looking she would smile and it's super kawaii

Gregory: anything with polar bears on it all of my oc's love giving him presents his reaction is like the child saying "an avacado! ... Thaaannks!.." but he really appreciates it

Mira: flowers, she loves em, she emits sparkles when she gets presents

Kimberly: anything really like Gregory she has the same reaction

Cords: pillows, plushies, blankets, fOOD anything of that sorts, he will give a thank you and probably put the stuff on display or be using it

7.Is your OC called any pet names? If not, if they *did* have one, what would it be? Do they have any pet names for someone else?

Wylde: she has no pet names, so if you come up with some, please tell me!

Alex: she calls her little sister kimberly stinky, or dear, while her pet names are Allie, or love

Kimberly: by her sister , stinky or dear, she calls her close friends and family by their name with sama or chan or if she sees them as siblings, onee-chan or onee-sama, and nii-chan or nii-sama

Cords: he likes being called muffin, don't ask why

Sam: Sammy by Gregory, but other than that don't call her names

Gregory: Greg, or snowbear is his favorites

Mira: she doesn't like pet names

[a-song-of-quill-and-feather]

if they had a kid ask: lyarra stark&sandor

Yay! I’m actually now thinking in full about (and falling in love with) Lyarra and Sandor’s kids, and so here’s the second of their four children (link to the first if you’re curious)

Name: Elric Stark

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Like Jocelyn he takes more after Sandor in appearance, though his hair is a bit more of a dark auburn (like Robb’s in the show) that mostly looks brown but can appear red depending on the light. He’s just a bit taller than his mother and like his older sister inherited her blue eyes. He’s got a good amount of scars from various fights and animals, all of which he’ll happily tell everyone the story of each one

Personality: He combines a young Lyarra’s free-spirit adventure-seeking side with Sandor’s brash and rude side. He hardly ever holds his tongue and most of the time that results in some sort of brawl breaking out. He enjoys drinking, and gambling, and fighting. And like his sister he’s not often humble, taking great pride in himself

Special Talents: He’s a warg, and though he has a direwolf of his own he also wargs with a few other animals. All of them being more aggressive/predator types (including a shadowcat and a snowbear)

Who they like better: Lyarra, as a kid he loved following her about and some of his favorite memories are his mother putting any disgruntled lords in their place. When he’s older he also, when Sandor is unable to or even sometimes when he is, takes up a position as his mother’s sworn sword and he’ll stand over her shoulder glaring down at anyone who gets too close

Who they take after more: Sandor, at least by first glance. He’s brash, cynical, and has a short temper like his father. That being said at a deeper level he’s much more in-line with his mother when it comes to her ruthlessness 

Personal Head canon: He travels north of the (now pretty much destroyed) wall for a few years. He gets along a lot with the Wildings that have settled in the Gift and he proves himself well enough amongst the wildings further north of the wall. He does have a period during this time where he gets lost after a snow storm, and that’s when he finds and wargs with his snowbear (it’s north of the wall that he also finds his shadowcat but that’s a whole other adventure)

Face Claim: Alex Høgh Andersen

send me a pairing and I’ll tell you what I think it would be like if they had a child.

[agirlinhell-a]

RULES. Repost, do not reblog! Good luck!

Tagged by: Found it on the dash!

Tagging: @evvertts @bowsofregret @keptmanners @morefinesse @dcadrct @deadmasked @actbelong @victoryvii @oncerecruited @youngshct @deltataken @deltarisen @leftsung​ @reekcd and anyone else who wants to do this!

BASICS.

FULL  NAME: Clementine Maria Jasmine Cree - will use Everett as a surname for fake ID's in honor of her guardian, Lee Everett.

NICKNAMES: Clem, Clemster, Clemmy, Hellgirl (by The New Frontier), Queen Clem (self styled) 

AGE:  0-9 (v; TAKE US BACK. ( SEASON ONE. ) and pre-apocalypse); 10-12 (v; BETTER TO SLEEP. ( SEASON TWO. ); 13-15 (v; FROM THE GALLOWS. ( SEASON THREE: A NEW FRONTIER. ); 16-17 (v; SUFFER THE CHILDREN ( THE FINAL SEASON. ) aka main verse); 18-22+ (v; I AM THE FIRE. ( POST-THE FINAL SEASON. ). Main verse is 17-18. 

BIRTHDAY:  October 26th, 1994. 

ETHNIC  GROUP:  African-American, of Akan, Abyssinian, Bantu, Berber, Chewa, Egyptian, Hausa, Nubian, Somali, Yoruba and Zulu descent. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she is of Summer Islander, Naathi and Rhoynar descent, and in one verse, Summer Islander, Naathi, Rhoynar and Valyrian descent.

NATIONALITY:  American.

LANGUAGES:  English (mother tongue), Spanish (intermediate, taught by the Garcia family), French (beginner, self taught, Louis teaches her a bit as well), American Sign Language (in a verse where Louis loses his tongue, self taught, intermediate, post-The Final Season), Latin (self taught, beginner, post-The Final Season). In a Modern AU, she learns Japanese (self taught, beginner), Korean (James helps her, beginner), Russian (Arvo helps her, beginner), Urdu (Aasim helps her, beginner), and Mandarin Chinese (self-taught, beginner). In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, her mother tongue is the Summer Tongue, but she speaks the Common Tongue and High Valyrian very well.

SEXUAL  ORIENTATION:  Demi bisexual.

ROMANTIC  ORIENTATION:  Demi biromantic.

RELATIONSHIP  STATUS: Single by default, but she's in a relationship with Louis ( @morefinesse​ ), Violet ( @victoryvii​ | @leftsung​ ) and Marlon ( @bowsofregret​ | @dcadrct​ ) in separate alternate universes. They'd only barely just begun, but Clementine also had eyes for Gabriel Garcia back in A New Frontier. In a modern alternate universe, she fake dates her best friend, James at one point - at least in my headcanon - and I’d like to think that she eventually ends up marrying Louis in her default Modern AU.

CLASS:   Middle-working class (Season One-The Final Season), but has lived in poverty for many years. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, save for her Free Folk AU, she's a princess, in her Free Folk AU, she’s a skinchanger and as a result, she is both honored and feared by the free folk, and many think that she is a descendant of the Children of the Forest.

HOMETOWN / AREA: Suburban Georgia at birth and growing up just outside Atlanta. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she was either born at Hardhome, the Summer Isles or Valyria.

CURRENT  HOME: Ericson's Boarding School for Troubled Youth, West Virginia. ( THE FINAL. SEASON. ) In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she either lives on The Wall, Dragonstone, The Red Keep in King’s Landing, the Water Gardens in Dorne, or on the Summer Isles.

PROFESSION: Former First Grade Student (Pre-Apocalypse), Former Expansion Worker in Howe’s Hardware (Post-Apocalypse), Former Hunter and Patroller at Wellington (Post-Apocalypse, Determinant), Supply Runner for Ericson’s Boarding School (Post-Apocalypse) - ( CANON. ) In her Modern AU, she's a fulltime College student at Ericson's and works as a singer at The New Frontier bar in West Virginia and babysitting CJ, AJ, Tenn and Willy when their parents are away on the side. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she is a skinchanger and a spearwife who possesses greensight among the Free Folk in her Free Folk verse, she is a dragonrider of House Targaryen in her Valyria verse and in the rest of her verses, she serves Queen Margaery Tyrell as a lady in-waiting while serving as an intermediary between the Iron Throne and the Summer Isles as a princess of one of the isles, while in her Dornish AU, she more or less assists Arianne Martell and the Sand Snakes and has a fierce hatred of the Lannisters. In her Harry Potter AU, she becomes an Auror after graduating from Hogwarts.

PHYSICAL.

HAIR:   Soft, curly and medium brown hair, almost black when wet, that when left down, passes just below her shoulders. In a Modern AU, she dyes her hair several times - black, blonde, blue, red and nebula colored.

EYES:   Pointed, medium sized, deep amber color, but in certain lighting, her eyes are gold. In her ASOIAF/GOT Valyria verse, she has purple eyes.

NOSE:   Medium large, normal width, slender.

FACE:  Formerly round but more pointed as she ages.

LIPS:  Thin, well-formed, very kissable, is often painted with dark shades of red lipstick in a Modern AU.

COMPLEXION:  Caramel, clear.

BLEMISHES: None.

SCARS: A couple of dotted, very faint scars are littered on her neck, arms, sides and thighs. Random scars that Clementine has acquired through her years of relentless combat. If she went with Kenny in Season Two, she gets a scar on her left cheek and a scar above her right eye in the car accident. If she went to Wellington, she gets a bullet wound on her right cheek. A badly stitched scar on her left arm from the dog bite that she’s stitched herself on a stormy night in a shed back in Season Two remains. She has a scratch on the top of her left ear from the edge of a sharp knife and a small eyebrow scar over her left eye when a man threw a bottle of whiskey at her in a bar at Prescott all on the same night. She also has healed suicide cuts on her wrists when she’d attempted suicide at age twelve.

TATTOOS:  In canon, Clementine has the official emblem affliated to The New Frontier branded on her right arm and on her right hand is a tattoo that states: "AJ" if she went with Jane to Howe's. In a Modern AU, if she's in a relationship with Louis, she has a tattoo on her right arm that says "You move me like music." with a bunch of musical notes all over it, and if she's in a relationship with Violet, she has a tattoo of violets littering all over her right arm. She also has a tattoo of a steaming hot bowl of soup on her upper right arm that says "Eat my ass like soup." - it was a dare from Mitch when they both got matching tattoos, AJ read it out loud when she was babysitting him one hot summer night and Clementine recorded it and she couldn't stop laughing for the longest time.

PIERCINGS:  She has no piercings in canon. In her Modern AU, she’s pierced her ears several times - most of these being hoop earrings - and pierced her navel when she was sixteen without her guardian, Lee, knowing - she got grounded when he found out. She debates on getting her nipples pierced when she's eighteen. She has a tongue piercing, as well.

HEIGHT:  5′2.

WEIGHT: TBA, but she’s rather light..

BUILD:   Slender but fairly well toned with little, if any, in the way of body fat and muscles lined throughout her arms, legs, and abs. She has slender limbs and strong calves that willingly allow her to enjoy that well-earned swiftness and agility. She becomes a lot more curvaceous and voluptous when she reaches adulthood. Speed type.

FEATURES:  Broad shoulders. Slender, curvy waist and hips. Pretty big ass. Well-rounded. Fit.

ALLERGIES: None.

USUAL  HAIR  STYLE:  Usually she wears a side bun, she used to wear pigtails when she was younger, though on occasions she usually wears it in braids or up in ponytails. It's uncommon, but not rare, to see her with her hair let loose. Her hair length when loose reaches down to her shoulders. In a Modern AU, she is a lot more varied in her hairstyles, choosing several traditional African hairstyles such as box braids and cornrows, but she also straightens her hair on occasions.

USUAL  FACE  LOOK:  A calm, stoic expression. In her Modern AU, she looks a lot more relaxed and easygoing.

USUAL  CLOTHING:  Whatever is comfortable. Her attire for the most part remains the same. The trademark hat her father gave her when she was a girl, jeans, jackets, hoodies, khakis, hiking boots. They vary from different colors, preferably black, white, greys, reds, oranges, yellows, purples and blues. In the colder seasons, such as autumn and winter, she tends to lean more to clothing with furs on and inside them if she manages to acquire them. Some of the outfits she wears consists of her own homemade outfits of animal furs she had skinned herself. She desires to one day wear a brightly colored dress and run into the forest with abandon, with no one coming after her to take her life away. On the rare occasion, she is seen wearing a dark shade of crimson lipstick, and her fingernails and toenails are painted gold. Clementine wears an Omega necklace that Louis gives her, symbolizing the end of something. In a Modern AU, she’d be much more fashionable and a lot more feminine in her wardrobe choice. She’d wear skirts, dresses, cardigans, croptops, blouses, T-shirts, oversized sweaters, leather jackets, faux fur, silk, glitter, lace, velvet, florals. She'd wear sneakers, flats, knee high boots and high heels. In her Naruto verse, she wears kimonos, yukatas, hakamas, hanfu and ao dai, among other Eastern Asian themed clothing. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she wears a multitude of different fashion styles depending on the verse. In her Free Folk AU, she wears cloaks of warm furs from snowbears, shadowcats, wolves and seals to protect her from the freezing temperatures Beyond The Wall. In the majority of her verses, she wears the feather capes that the Summer Islanders are known for and her loose silken diaphanous gowns from Naath, her hair is adorned with a myriad of butterflies and flowers in her hair and dressed in brilliantly colored feathers of exotic birds, silks, seashells and gemstones - rubies, sapphires, emeralds and pearls, along with the gowns and Myrish lace that Westeros provides when serving Queen Margaery Tyrell.

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEARS:  Rejection. Being hated. Forced isolation. Being misunderstood. Mental pain (especially its manifestation through nightmares and hallucinations). Inadequacy. Being forgotten. She was cynophobic (a phobia of dogs) but she overcomes this after befriending Rosie. She has aquaphobia to an extent, as she will avoid frosted over lakes at all costs and she fears the idea of drowning after watching Luke drown in 2x5. Losing her mind. Numbness. Losing everyone she’s ever loved. AJ becoming a ruthless killer.

ASPIRATIONS:  Inner peace. Family. Love. Happiness. Friends. Being accepted. Bettering the world. Making an impact. Seeing and living in a world without walkers. Seeing AJ safe and happy.

POSITIVE  TRAITS:  Ambitious. Assertive. Adventurous. Athletic. Alluring. Astute. Adaptable. Artistic. Adventurous. Bubbly. Beautiful. Brave, Capricious. Careful. Charming. Compassionate. Comforting. Considerate. Courageous. Courteous. Curious. Creative. Cunning. Clever. Determined. Dedicated. Dominant. Diplomatic. Durable. Daring. Daydreamer. Decisive. Empathetic. Enthusiastic. Efficient. Emotional. Expert strategist. Erudite. Friendly. Forward. Fearless. Free-spirited. Flexible. Fun-loving. Generous. Gentle. Hard-working. Helpful. Honorable. Headstrong. Honest. Imaginative. Impressionable. Independent. Individualistic. Initiative. Intuitive. Insightful. Intelligent. Introverted. Kind. Loving. Loyal. Leader. Mature. Musical. Noble. Neurotic. Obstinate. Observant. Patient. Passionate. Playful. Polite. Proud. Persistent. Percipient. Pragmatic. Perceptive. Popular. Persuasive. Practical. Protective. Punctual. Quiet. Reliable. Rebellious. Resilient. Relaxed. Reserved. Responsible. Resourceful. Romantic. Solemn. Sincere. Sentimental. Selfless. Strict. Strong. Suave. Sympathetic. Tactical. Tender. Thoughtful. Tolerant. Vivid imagination. Versatile. Trustworthy. Tough. Unrelenting. Well-intentioned. Wise. 

NEGATIVE  TRAITS:  Angry. Aggressive (when provoked one too many times). Anxious. Apathetic. Awkward. Cold. Cruel. Cynical. Good liar. Blunt. Depressed. Distrustful. Distant. Doubtful. Derisive. Fierce temper. Ruthless when oppressed. Eccentric. Exhausted. Fixated. Forceful. Guilt complex. Idealist at heart. Impulsive. Insecure. Insomniac. Irritable. Haunted. Lonely. Manipulative. Miserable. Morbid. Mordant. Morose. Moody. Numb. Passive-aggressive. Petulant. Pessimistic. Psychologically damaged. Possessive. Sarcastic. Sardonic. Saddened. Sassy. Satirical. Suicidal tendencies. Resentful. Self-conscious. Seductive (adulthood). Self-loathing tendencies. Sly. Sociopathic tendencies. Stoic. Stubborn. Traumatized. Tortured. Tormented. Trusts no one. Uncompromising. Unstable. Unsociable. Withdrawn. Is very accepting of enduring pain for another’s sake. Vengeful. Weary. Wry.

ZODIAC:  Scorpio (Western), Dog (Chinese/Eastern), Snake (Native American), The Wise One - The Distance (African), Holly - The Leader (Celtic).

TEMPERAMENT:  Melancholic.

SOUL  TYPES:  Leader.

ANIMALS:  She used to have a goldfish named “Peanut” and a hamster named “Hammy” before the outbreak. Now, she has Rosie, an American Bully for a pet. In an alternate universe, she has a Bengal Tigress named Rani who is both her pet and guardian, after The Final Season, Clem takes care of a few stray cats. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she has a shadowcat that she can warg into in her Free Folk AU and in her Valyria verse, she has a dragoness named Zalliel who she also mounts into battle and travels the known world with.

VICE  HABITS: Night owl, early bird, she often swears like a sailor. She drinks at times and it could develop into a drinking problem, she smokes cigarettes if she can get one, she also does drugs, as well, but she will never attempt to influence the younger kids.

FAITH:  Formerly a mild Christian before the outbreak, she is currently Pantheistic and a spiritualist, but open-minded to other religions. She's delving into Voodoo, witchcraft and animism as well. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, in her Free Folk AU, she keeps to the Old Gods of the North, while in her Valyria verse, she keeps to the deities of the Summer Isles, the Lord of Harmony of Naath and the gods of Old Valyria. In her Modern AU, she's Christian but she's not a fanatic, nor does she really attend Church all that much, but is open to other religions as well.

GHOSTS?  Yes.

AFTERLIFE?  Yes.

REINCARNATION?  Yes.

ALIENS?  Yes.

POLITICAL  ALIGNMENT:  Whatever suits her current agenda - not that it matters much after the outbreak.

ECONOMIC  PREFERENCE:  Money’s not really that big of a deal after the outbreak. In a Modern AU, she wants to have enough money to sustain her current way of living. Later her priority is her family’s well-being. She wants them to have whatever they need/desire.

SOCIOPOLITICAL  POSITION: Before the outbreak, she’s merely a sweet and quiet little girl, but after the outbreak, she becomes a military figure and a revolutionary in her own right, and after the events of The Final Season, she vies to teach others the way of survival. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, she is a member of an ancient and noble bloodline, several, in fact, especially in her Valyria verse, as she is a dragonrider.

EDUCATION  LEVEL:  Tutoring, self-teaching methods. First grade level formally but has taught herself many things since the outbreak.

FAMILY.

FATHER:  Edmund DeCaruso (deceased). 

MOTHER:  Diana Cree (deceased). 

SIBLINGS:  None, but her mother was pregnant with a younger sibling before she miscarried early on shortly before being bitten. In her ASOIAF/GOT Valyria verse, she is the half sister to Daenys the Dreamer.

EXTENDED  FAMILY:  She considers the residents at Ericson’s as part of her family and her pack. She also more or less adopts AJ, Tennessee and Willy under her care, and in an alternate universe, she takes Christa and Omid’s son, CJ, under her wing, as well. She has a few cousins who live in Canada, other parts of the United States, Europe, Asia, the Caribbean, South America - notably Brazil - and in Africa. 

NAME  MEANINGS:  “Clementine” is “Mercy” in Latin, “Maria” is the Latinized form of “Mary” which has several different meanings: “sea of bitterness”, “sea of sorrow”, “rebellion”, “wished-for-child” and “mistress or lady of the sea.”, “Jasmine” is a Persian word meaning “Gift from God” or “God’s Gift” and it is also named after the Jasmine flower, which holds significant cultural, symbolic and religious significance in countries like India, Hawaii, Indonesia, Pakistan, the Philippines, Syria, Thailand and the United States. It symbolizes motherhood, love, respect, beauty, sensuality, appreciation, good luck, purity, and romance. “Cree” means “Highly Spirited”. “Everett” - a surname that Clementine takes on as a momentum to her mentor, Lee Everett, comes from the Old English word Eoforheard which means “brave as a wild boar”.

HISTORICAL  CONNECTION?: She is directly descended from a Voodoo Queen in New Orleans, she also has ancestral ties to the Maroons and many of her ancestors were bokor or caplata, meaning male and female Vodou witches. Many of her recent ancestors were skilled in music. In her ASOIAF/GOT verses, save for her Free Folk AU, she is a princess that has ties to several houses on the Summer Isles, Rhoynar women who settled on the Isle of Women and, in her Valyria verse, she is a member of House Targaryen as one of Aerion Targaryen’s daughters.

FAVOURITES.

DEITY:  Aphrodite (Greek), Hecate (Greek), Artemis (Greek), Bastet (Egyptian), Sekhmet (Egyptian).

MONTH:  None, she likes them equally.

SEASON:  None; she loves them all equally, each for their reasons.

PLACE: Where her loved ones are, but she really likes the belltower and the music room where she first met Louis - they both give her a sense of peace.

WEATHER:  Mostly clear sky, moderate temperature, slight breeze.

SOUND:  The crackling of a fire. Leaves rustling in the wind. Rain hitting forest ground. The sound of music and laughter. Piano keys playing. Ocean waves. Birdsong in the trees.

SCENTS:  Freshly cooked food, freshly baked cookies, earth after rain, snow, the scents of flowers, the smell of the ocean, perfume, the ocean air.

TASTES:  Spices, apples, tea flavored things, sweets, ice cream sundaes, red wine, the taste of a kiss on her lips.

FEELS:  Gentle caresses, cats’ fur, Rosie’s fur, birds’ feathers, well-knit fabric, grass, bark, cool stone, warm embraces, soft blankets, a pair of lips on hers.

ANIMALS:  Hard to say, she likes the majority of animals.

NUMBER:  One thousand.

COLOR:  Blues, Greys, Purples, Gold, Yellows, Oranges, Reds, Silver, Black, White.

EXTRA.

TALENTS:  Most things if she sets her mind on them, but she isn’t good at absolutely everything, of course. Hand-to-hand combat, a true survivalist, battle tactics and music, actually. Cooking and baking, singing and dancing, gardening, swimming, archery, horseback riding, hunting, writing and picking up languages. She can handle her alcohol quite well. She's skilled in wielding daggers, running, good with most any gun type, a motivator, charismatic, good at tracking and general outdoor knowledge.

BAD  AT:  Socially awkward, even though she was taught with manners. Forgiving. Trusting and opening up. She may need to improve a bit on trying not to crash her car.

TURN  ONS:  Being wanted. Praise. Reassurance (but not too much). Mutual care and respect. Understanding. Forgiveness. Trust. Tenderness.

TURN  OFFS:  Sexual relations for the sake of sex relations only if there’s no development beyond that. Fixation on appearance, being ordered around, her borders not being respected.

HOBBIES:  Taking walks, training, feeding stray cats, sleeping, being with people she loves, drawing, painting, coloring, baking, calligraphy, listening to music, playing musical instruments - notably the piano, fangirling over animals, walking along beaches and coastlines, eating sweets and deserts, observing flowers/nature, bird watching, cooking, singing, dancing, writing, cake decorating, gardening, hiking, swimming, horseback riding, astrology, hunting, motorcycle riding, fishing, archery, traveling, reading, collecting special stones, rocks, seashells, herbs, animal skulls, flowers and plants to use in her spells and to decorate her room. In her Modern AU, she likes vlogging on her Youtube channel and travelling the world and has taken surfing and dancing lessons.

TROPES:  So goddamn many. Here is her list of tropes in the Clementine folder.

AESTHETIC  TAGS:  #ARE YOU INSANE LIKE ME; BEEN IN PAIN LIKE ME? ( AESTHETICS. )

FC INFO.

MAIN  FCs:  Clementine.

ALT  FCs:  Amandla Stenberg, (Modern AU, ASOIAF/GOT AU’s) Christina Nadin (tentative).

OLDER  FCs:  Still Clementine.

YOUNGER  FCs: Still Clementine.

VOICE  CLAIMS:  Melissa Hutchinson, Amandla Stenberg.

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savagebooby replied to your photo “so I don’t know if I actually want to commit to a new hairstyle but...”

I love this old man and im making the executive decision that Donnick would love him too

dude I am super okay with this.

berret-snowbear-main replied to your photo “so I don’t know if I actually want to commit to a new hairstyle but...”

I..want to hug him

Wholesome!

tweedpawn replied to your photo “so I don’t know if I actually want to commit to a new hairstyle but...”

Silver Dad looks great! :D

“Silver Dad” is almost bizarrely flattering, more than this fool deserves lmao