#ask sunpool

[llamaisllama777]

Hey, I'm bored and have another Tumblr account, @asksunpool

A Marvel X TSBS au go and ask him any question you like...

Hope to see you all there.

[Please ask him questions, @asksunpool not here on this account. ]

[asksunpool]

[anonymityisfunwriter]

hear me out... sunshine meets deadpool 😭

deadpool and sunshine? i mean... YES OF COURSE!!

We shall dub them... SunPool? DeadShine? I'll let you guys decide. Thanks for the ask! 💛

Finder's Keepers

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist | Grumpy Sunshine Series Masterlist Pairing - Grumpy!Bucky Barnes x Sunshine!Reader

“What in the fuck knuckles is this?” Sam hears a voice echo through the halls of the Avengers Compound.

“This is the Avengers Compound,” you exclaim.

“You guys get a Compound, the X-Men get a fucking school, and what do I get?”

“An incredible sense of humor?”

Sam’s pace quickens as he hears your voice slowly getting further and further away. He rounds the corner, stopping before you and the red suited mercenary. “Who the hell is this?”

“Sam, this is Wade. Wade, this is Sam.”

Sam rests his hands on his hips, “What did I tell you about bringing home strays?”

You shrug, “He’s not a stray, technically.”

“She’s right, you know. You may have this Compound, but I have a blind roommate with a massive coke problem.”

Sam immediately shakes his head, trying to usher Deadpool out, “Okay, no, he cannot be here!”

“But Sam… he needed help.”

Sam juts his thumb at Deadpool, “If Bucky finds this guy here, he’s gonna kill him.”

“Bucky? Bucky Barnes? Oh, I’m a big fan of that guy. You know the whole metal arm, raining bullets down, ugh,” Wade dramatically shudders. “Yup, I think I’m in love with him.”

You snap your head in his direction, “Hey!”

Wade shrugs, “Too late I called dibs. Finder's keepers, it's the law.”

“Are you gonna tell me exactly how you’re helping him?”

“Why? Are you gonna help us?” Wade asks, plucking Sam’s goggles from his waistband. “You know, I think these could really add to my look.”

“I’m not helping you,” Sam snatches back his goggles. “I’m helping her.”

“Well, we just need to get him into the armory.”

“You want to give this random stranger access to the Avengers’ armory?”

“Well, we can watch him. It’s fine, Sam. He’s trying to be one of the good guys.”

“Trying to be? What does that even mean?”

Sam’s question goes unanswered as you stand before the reinforce armory doors. You rest your hand against the keypad. From above, FRIDAY chimes, “Voice activation required.”

“Pinkie Pie,” you call into the voice pad.

“Access granted,” FRIDAY calls.

“Pinkie Pie?” Wade scoffs. “You’re telling me this author couldn’t come up with anything better than a line I used three movies ago?”

“What is he talking about?” you whisper to Sam.

Sam shrugs, a concerned, borderline disturbed look on his face, “I have no idea.”

“Hey, Wade?” You gently rest your hand on Deadpool’s shoulder. “What are you looking at?”

He continues glaring off into the distance, “The fourth wall.”

“Sure, Wade, come on, let’s sit you down.”

“You know, you’re kinda sweet.” Wade gently boops your nose. “I think I might keep you. Finder's keepers.”

AnonymityIsFun Masterlist Grumpy Sunshine Series

As always, let me know what you think! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated! 💛

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[boymiffy]

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oh ym god i love it... i am going 2 drink coffee in the sun to this

[moth-n-glitchsmp]

wsmp mini facts

aka facts that we might not talk about anywhere else

George accidentally taught Goldenkit twoleg curses. Goldenkit then proceeded to teach Bumblekit, and the chaos simply spread from there.

Sheepfluff used to live on a boat with twolegs before becoming a clan cat. She raised her kits on stories of the sea.

Wishface and Dreamstar are littermates, but Sunpool is a few moons younger. They, at one point, had another littermate called Nightkit, but Nightkit died at two moons old.

Nightkit was a black-ish brown tom.  He got his colours from his grandpa on his father’s side.

Sheepfluff’s oldest child is a rogue named Exdee.

Exdee’s father is a different tom from his siblings!  We didn’t come up with either father’s names- we simply refer to them as Captain Hook and Piss Man.

Boarclaw, Sootsong, and Dreamstar basically grew up together. Dreamstar is about a moon and a half older than Sootsong and Boarclaw, and was the youngest in the clan when Crowflutter brought the two in.

Dreamkit's first impression upon seeing Sootkit and Boarkit was "WHAT are THOSE they look DISGUSTING"

Dreamstar, surprisingly enough, isn't the first leader of DreamClan!

DreamClan's previous leader was a large, fluffy white tom named Twitchstar. Twitchstar's warrior name was Twitchtail.

George keeps a pair of goggles from his old owner.

Goldenkit asked George once what "those white things he has in his den" are, George says goggles, and Bumblekit immediately starts calling them 'goggies'. The name eventually transfers to George, and soon the whole Clan is calling him Goggy.

Goat faints when he's startled.

Salmonspeckle collected seashells before she died, and Foxtuft picked up the habit. Foxtuft hides his collection from Sootsong, though, because whenever he does something that Salmonspeckle did, Sootsong gets all distant and sad, and Foxtuft doesn't like it.

Duckchirp is tiny. Apprentice-sized man. He Will Bite Your Ankles.

Tidewhorl is super fluffy. During winter, Flarespark and Duckchirp like to curl up next to him. Flarespark also loves it during summer, but Duckchirp complains that he's drowning in heat and fluff when it isn't cold.

Flarespark constantly makes fun of Duckchirp's size. It started out as bullying, but eventually became "uh oh i actually like him UHHH YOU'RE SHORT HAHA" before finally evolving into "who's my short husband :))))"

Goat started calling Duckchirp flatty patty the SECOND he laid eyes on him. no one knows what it means, but Duckchirp can't help but feel offended.

Dreamstar adopted a tiny she-kit and named her Spiritkit. When Spiritkit died, he renamed her Spiritcloud.

Flarespark, Dreamstar, and George have a tradition of Cuddle Puddles after a particularly stressful day. Eventually they start happening less and less often, as Flarespark has husbands to cuddle with now, but sometimes Dreamstar and George Cuddle Puddle on their own.

George has narcolepsy.

Tallgaze has an intense fear of water, as he once fell into a river and nearly drowned.

When he was a kit, bumblepaw carried a dead bee around everywhere. It was deeply concerning.

In a similar vein, Dreamkit absolutely adored a caterpillar he found. He named it Patch, and was exceedingly upset when it went into a cocoon.

[realismreading]

The First Summer - Rolanth

Mirabella’s first summer brought a continuation of her vow of silence. 

Her foster family had done everything to get her to talk, and had visited the priestesses on many occasions for advice. Even High Priestess Luca had come to visit her. 

Mirabella had been overwhelmed to see Luca in person. She knew all about the High Priestess and what she did for the island. She was incredibly important. 

“Queen Mirabella, you have a meeting with High Priestess Luca at the temple in half an hour.” Sara Westwood said. 

Mirabella nodded in acknowledgement. Bree, Sara’s daughter, smiled at her from across the breakfast table. Out of politeness, Mirabella smiled back, but it was obviously forced. 

Mirabella listened as Bree and Sara talked about their plans for the day, and when the time came for Sara to escort Mirabella to the temple, it was in the usual silence. 

“Look, Rolanth is preparing for the summer fete.” Sara pointed out to the young queen, gesturing to the streets lined with decorations and the variety of stalls being built. 

Mirabella made a soft noise, just so that Sara knew she wasn’t being ignored. It had been hard to continue with this silence. There had been many times when she had been desperate to scream and cry and fight her way out of Rolanth. She’d spent all of her nights planning her escape, thinking of how to get to her sisters. 

She could ask someone to help her, use her status as a queen to take her to Indrid Down first, where she would storm Greavesdrake, find Katharine, and go towards Wolf Spring.

From there, they would find Arsinoe, where Mirabella would likely get an earful about how Arsinoe had missed ‘all the fun’ of raiding the Arron stronghold. 

And then ... they’d disappear somewhere. Maybe they would ask the kind people of Sunpool to hide them. In exchange, the queens could use their gifts to protect those that lived in the Oracle City from anyone that came after them. 

Or maybe they would sail away, through the mist and to the mainland. Mainlanders came through relatively safely during Ascension years to put forward their suitors. Mirabella and her sisters could blend in happily in the outside world, never be bothered by the expectations of a queen again. 

They would not have to fight. They would not have to die hating each other, drowning in their grief with no one to talk to about it. 

There must be plenty of people on the mainland that had dark hair and dark eyes.Their lives would be their own, and the island would be a faraway memory. 

When they approached the temple, Mirabella grew tired of the people looking at her, greeting her with smiles and waves and questions. 

The Westwoods had told people of the power that Mirabella had shown at the Black Cottage, and Mirabella could see in their eyes that they wanted a display of even a lick of power. 

There was hope in Rolanth. A queen with her power could end the poisoner dynasty. 

But Mirabella would give it all up, become giftless and give her responsibilities to someone else if it meant she could have her sisters back again. She often wondered whether they missed her as much as she missed them, and desperately hoped they did. 

“Queen Mirabella.” Luca greeted, standing at the top of the steps to the Rolanth temple. “It’s lovely to see you again.” 

Mirabella tried to smile. 

“She still isn’t talking.” Sara sighed. “High Priestess-”

“I think Queen Mirabella and I should have a little chat inside the temple.” Luca said. “Sara, why don’t you go and relax at home? Take the afternoon off. I’m sure Bree would love your help in choosing an outfit for the fete.” 

Sara took her leave and Mirabella followed Luca into the temple when she beckoned. 

“You know, when I was your age, I had a lot of sisters as well.” Luca said. She chose a pew to sit in right at the front, and Mirabella sat beside her. 

Mirabella looked up at her. She had only met the priestess once, but she had never thought of her as having a family. 

“Three were giftless.” Luca continued. “The other two were war gifted.” 

“You’re war gifted?” Mirabella couldn’t help but ask. Her curiosity was rising. She had never met a war gifted person before. 

Luca smiled, and the triumph was barely concealed behind her eyes. “I had a smattering. It was much stronger when I was younger, and even then my sisters were better at it than me. I never practiced nearly enough.”

“Why not?” 

“I always wanted to be a priestess.” Luca told her. “I wanted to do more with my life than hope I would live long enough to see a war gifted queen be born and win her Ascension.”

“Why did you move to Rolanth? Why didn’t you stay in Bastian City?” Mirabella asked. 

Her tongue felt strange in her mouth from the months of only being used in the dead of night, whispering promises into the darkness that she would come to get her sisters one day. 

“Bastian City is not the place it once was. Not with the weakness of the gift. It saddened me to see my family’s gift go unused and wasted. The mist protects us as all, and I felt that we were not needed. So I renounced it. I went to the Indrid Down temple first. Then came here to mentor under the last High Priestess, who was an elemental.” 

Mirabella took the information in, and looked up at the temple around her, with it’s cleanness and the pride radiating from it. The priestesses who dedicated their lives to this temple loved it dearly, and they took care of it. 

“I have a proposition for you, Queen Mirabella.”

“Just Mirabella.” Mirabella corrected. She hated being reminded of who she was. At the Black Cottage, she was Mira. Just a child. Just a girl who loved to play with her sisters. 

“Very well.” Luca said. “I want to see you grow as an elemental. I want you to see the beauty in your gift.”

“And take the throne.” Mirabella added. 

“We can address that another time.” Luca dismissed. Mirabella smiled. Finally someone who saw her as more than a queen! “The people of Rolanth are good people, and they are very happy to have you here. I would be grateful if we could work together. You would grow stronger with your gift, and I would restore some faith in the city.”

“What would I have to do?” Mirabella asked. 

“I would mentor you, help you to feel confident when addressing any citizens. All you would have to do is be loyal to the temple and show it. I would love it if you would come to temple services at least twice a week. We could do many great things together, Mirabella. Are those agreeable terms?” 

Mirabella pondered for a moment. She could use the mentoring to help her save her sisters! When she was strong enough, when she had gotten the respect of the elementals, when they loved her as their queen and representative, she could use it to her advantage and leave before she ever had to hate her sisters. 

“They are.” Mirabella said, looking at the High Priestess and nodding firmly. 

Luca smiled. “Then lets get to work, shall we?”

[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Another World - TDC Holidays - Day 7

I’m experimenting with a new style so tell me what you think!

DAY 7

AU: BAND

POV: MAGAZINE

‘Queens of Music - The rise of girl group Reign’ by Mathilde Seer - Sunpool Magazine

The Rolanth pub is alive and bouncy tonight as new kids on the block Reign take the stage. I sit at the bar and laugh along as singer and guitarist Arsinoe interacts casually with the crowd before the start of their set, while her fellow bandmates warm up their instruments. She is bubbly and shockingly alive as the dimmer lights hit her iconic black and red half-face mask.

The crowd eats it up, cheering as eventually drummer Katharine starts their beat. Bassist Mirabella grabs the attention of every person in the room as she joins in. Their synchronicity is currently unmatched by any band their age (hell even bands older than them) and their set roars into action.

The Queen sisters rose into the music scene nearly a year ago and I’m lucky enough to be one of the few journalists invited to the pub gigs they play in between sold out stadiums. Their set is filled with their own self written hits as well as countless classics that everyone knows (even an improvised cover of Bohemian Rhapsody) and the crowd just gets higher and higher.

When I’m allowed back stage at the end of the night, or early morning (there were a lot of impromptu encores), I’m unsurprised to see the sisters still completely wired. Katharine and Arsinoe (who is hanging upside down on the couch) are playing a game of UNO that is surprisingly intense and Mirabella looks like she is trying and failing to meditate. The background speaker is playing what sounds like Hey Violet’s ‘Guys My Age’ at a volume that is just short of too loud.

Arsinoe looks up when I walk in, smiling and flipping herself right way up, standing with a skip. She’s taken her mask off and her deep facial scars catch the light of the backroom, but her smile is infectious as she hugs me, UNO cards still in hand.

I’m lucky enough to have been offered to travel with the sisters for the next stop in their tour and I can tell already it will be as chaotic as all else, especially as Katharine yells at Arsinoe to “get her ass back to the game”. I take the seat Mirabella subtly offers me and prepare myself for the road.

~

The next morning, I wake on the tour bus before the triplets and prepare to interview the three of them. Mirabella’s the first to rise, stretching to touch the ceiling of the bus and apologising for not waking up earlier. She grabs a protein bar and comes and sits down across from me. I start with their break into the music scene, the Quickening Music Festival, which they shouldn’t have been playing in and everyone I talk to agrees they definitely crashed illegally.

“Our start to the music industry was definitely one that could have gotten us in trouble, mostly because Arsinoe takes opportunities where they come, no matter how hair-brained they are,” Mirabella tries to sound mad, but she actually sounds like a proud older sister, which she is. Her protective nature is well known in the fandom and is the subject of many journalistic questionings and internet memes that, when mentioned, gains a serene and agreeing nod.

Speaking of serenity, I am quickly learning that Mirabella is the most calm musician I have ever met, and when I mention this, Mirabella just laughs.

“Compared to my sisters, sure. But I have my days, just like any one else,” at that exact moment, a loud thump comes from the bunk area and Katharine stumbles out a minute later, rubbing her hip. She doesn’t speak and I’m vaguely reminded of a zombie. But, a really short one. My interview with Mirabella ends there as she stands to check on her sister. Quintessential older sibling.

Katharine is my next interviewee and she tells me to just call her Kat. The youngest triplet sits across from me, fiddling with the 8 rings she wears, one of which is definitely an Arron family seal ring. When I ask, she tells me she stole it. I can’t tell if she’s messing with me. She’s the smallest of the three and looks like she could lose a fight with a strong gust of wind, but you wouldn’t think that if you saw her on the drums.

“I have a lot of pent up emotions,” she declares when I ask about her instrument, “I nearly broke one of Arsinoe’s violins when we were younger, so she bugged Willa to buy me a drum kit. I haven’t looked back since,” I can’t help but smile at the story. Arsinoe and Kat seem to enjoy the most banter, but anyone looking at them can see there is genuine sisterly affection there. “But yeah, I went through some shit when I was a teenager and the drums helped me express my aggression healthily.” I don’t ask for any more. Anyone who listened to songs on their debut album like ‘Down, Down’, ‘Viper’ or ‘Dead and Gone’ can hear the deep emotions lying underneath Kat Queen’s skin. Their technical prowess and gory themes have also immortalised the songs as fan favourites.

Kat is gone by the time I look up, seeming to be inspired as she sits on another table and begins writing something down that she eventually hands to a passing Arsinoe, who has spent the morning texting a mystery person with a nearly imperceptible blush on her face as she enters the kitchen area. When she catches me looking, Kat leans over and whispers to me;

“Her and Junior have been chatting forever, if that’s enough of a scoop for you,” she laughs slightly as Arsinoe comes back into the table space.

Arsinoe seems to be the brain behind the operation’s more chaotic elements. She is a verified master of at least four instruments (five if you count voice) and has written the most songs on their album. She looks at me with a cheshire grin and the first thing I can think to ask about is her scars.

“I fought a brown bear and won,” she says, casually enough for me to question whether she’s actually serious (it seems deadpan outrageousness runs in the family). I move onto her music.

“I did a lot of travel when I was a teen, so I had a lot of influences as I was learning my instruments. I also had a lot of people with different styles who have made my music better,” and then she says “shoutout to Jules Milone” and laughs. Her laughter is rough but bright. Much like her songs, which include ‘Sea Ports’, ‘Mount Horn’ and ‘Pub Song’.

She makes me feel comfortable enough to even ask about her love song, ‘Maybe More’. Despite being on the B Side of the debut album, it sent fans crazy with theories. Most in Reign’s fanbase agree that the song is about Arsinoe’s old friend and fellow famous musician, Billy Chatworth, who has also written a song with strikingly similar themes and metaphors, ‘Caught Out’. Both are so tight-lipped it’s almost confessional, but that never stops anyone trying to confirm. Arsinoe laughs when I ask but doesn’t answer, a la Barney Stinson when asked about his occupation on HIMYM.

We get off the bus at the castle-turned-stadium that acts as Indrid Down’s hub of entertainment and it’s all systems go. Mirabella is co-ordinating with the roadies who are moving their stuff. She is somehow both kind and authoritarian. Arsinoe is writing lyrics as she’s walking while listening to something through earphones. Kat is rubbing her drumsticks together and tapping her legs with them while also trying to trip Arsinoe up as they walk together.

They take the stage an hour later and the crowd is deafening as Kat hits the first beat of their set (the jaunty 'Pub Song’). The next two and a half hours go by quicker than expected. The crowd is wild as all three triplets interact with them, and even I’m swept into the hype and I go to concerts like this for a living. Finally, the gentle but haunting lull of ‘Queen Crowned’ finishes their setlist and the audience roars as Arsinoe hits the final, stunningly high note of the song.

Backstage is bustling as mics are removed and sweat is wiped away. Arsinoe picks her sisters up with the force of her hug and then she pulls me into a tight (and very sweaty) hug. The back area fills and Mirabella squeals in excitement as two women who must be her girlfriends kiss her. Kat is embraced by a tall, blonde guy. Arsinoe grins and continues a conversation as she helps one of the roadies pack up before they go out to sign merch.

I leave before the triplets enter the venue lobby to sign merch and meet fans, but I hear the cheering and loud speaking a block away and can’t help but smile. Reign will be around for a while, I reckon.

Crowned - DEBUT ALBUM

Yin

Dead and Gone

Protect

Pub Song

Down Down

Queen Crowned

Viper

Falling Rocks

Sea Ports

Mount Horn

Yang

B-Side

One-Handed Mistress

Fire Maiden

Maybe More

Court Rules

Jules

Cliff and Tower

Three Prisoners

{Cover} SUPERBLOOM (MisterWives)

{Cover} Clean (Hey Violet)

Tag List: @nataliaarronn​, @poisonerrose​, @alwaysbored005​

[llamaisllama777]

Hey, TSAMS fandom

I'm making a Marvel x Tsbs au for my @asksunpool where different characters are mixed with different Marvel heroes, but I need help with who Earth should be

I've narrowed it down to 3...

Earth as Hulk

Earth as Storm

And lastly

Earth as Thor

Let me know which one you like more

[llamaisllama777]

Hey, y'all remember when I made this au?

I'm still working on my TSAMS X BATFAM au, but I don't want to let this au go to waste.

So, I have to ask what should I do with my @asksunpool blog? I want it to get more traction cause I do have ideas for this au, but it doesn't seem to get traction (Let's be honest, my fault for not promoting it more)

So, I have a few ideas for what to do with this...

[asksunpool]

[asksunpool]

[Testing connection]

[1... 2.... 3....]

Hello...?

Anyone?

Can you see me?

Stupid camera.

Give me a minute.

[asksunpool]

Hi sunpool how you doing???

[llamaisllama777]

The banner for a Tsams au ask-blog I wanna do. Will post more about it soon.

It's called @asksunpool

A Marvel themed TSAMS au.

I'm sorry, I just love that picture of Sun dressed as Deadpool so much I had to do something with it.

Also, if it looks rushed and not that great... it is. I made this at 4 am. instead of sleeping.

Hope you guys enjoy what I have planned.

*Please note this au is still in it's early stages and I may ask you guys for ideas on who should be who in this universe I already have a few ideas for who is in who's boots but I also need to fill a few more roles. I'll let you know who doesn't have a role but so far the characters who have been marvel-ified are

Sun as Sunpool. (Thank you for that drawing Kiwi.)

Lunar as Cosmic-spider (Miles Spider-man)

Moon as Moon-spider (Peter spider-man)

Eclipse as Polaris (Magento)

Ruin as Loki <- (The name didn't change. He's Loki in this universe)

Bloodmoon as Bloodsolider (Winter soldier)

Monty as Captain Britain (a mix of Captain America with a tiny pinch of soldier boy from The Boys)

Foxy as Wolverine <- (I need to think of a hero name for him. I don't just want to call him Wolverine. If you have a suggestion, please comment it.)

F.C. as F-23 (X-23 mixed with a bit of Daken, Wolverine's other kid)

Jack-o-moon as Jack (Groot)

Dazzle as Dazzlepool (Ellie, Deadpool's daughter)

Puppet as The Purple witch/The Puppetmaster (Scarlet witch)

Golden Freddy as Dr.Strangefate (Stealing that name from Amalgam comics. It's a cool name, plus it makes sense for Golden)

The only characters I don't have roles for yet are Solar, Earth, and Neuxs

Earth will either be Thor, Storm, or hulk

Solar will either be Starlord or Ironman <- (I'm leaning towards Ironman)

While Nexus could be Dr. Octopus or Venom <-( I am leaning towards Doc Ock but am open to whatever.)

So let me know what you think and who should be who?

I have always wanted to do an ask blog. It's one of the sole reasons I got Tumblr. So, I hope you'll enjoy it and let me know what you think.

[llamaisllama777]

MARVEL X TSBS

We have Sun as Sunpool (Deadpool)

Moon as Moonbug (Ant-man)

Lunar as cosmic-spider (Miles Spider-man)

Moon as Moon-spider (Spider-man)

Earth as Gaia (Thor)

Earth as Gaia (Storm)

Earth as G.A.I.A (Hulk)

Monty as Captain Britain (Captain America)

Puppet as Lavender witch (Scarlet witch)

Bloodmoon as Bloodsolider (Winter solider)

Hope you guys like it. Keep asking for characters. I had fun drawing them and will post the rest later.

[realismreading]

“Now. Let’s go find your boy.” Jules said. 

She was still on crutches, her leg now healed over. Blacksmiths from Bastian City who had been safe in Sunpool during the siege where Rho had massacred some of the finest warriors on the island had fitted her with a prosthetic leg made of the finest steel. 

It gave the impression of a regular leg under her trousers, but as they stepped off the boat and onto the mainland, people noticed the silver that acted as Jules’ new foot. 

She was still getting used to it, and was past the hobbling stage now, her steps more confident and comfortable. 

Camden was close by, as she always was. Arsinoe had been working alongside Pietyr to learn more poisoner tricks and tips, and together they had managed to lessen the extent of the old bear injury Cam had sustained so long ago. She would likely never heal completely, but she had improved greatly, and loved Arsinoe just the same as she always had, if not more.

“Do you remember where he lives?” Jules asked. Arsinoe nodded, looking around the crowds of people staring at them. It must’ve been a strange sight, a girl with dark hair and darker eyes, her facial scars so clearly on view, wearing a loose black shirt and trousers with sturdy leather boots. Mainlanders now understood who she’d been; a Queen with a lethal penchant for poisons. 

They also knew that she had given up her throne due to the bloody civil war raging on the island and the loss of her older and younger triplet sisters, that Arsinoe had happily let the girl with her two different eyes and a steel leg, a mountain cat with the same eyes and leg problem, that was now flanking her, take it instead. 

People knew their names, and let them pass with no problem. 

“You’re quiet today. Was the food from the Volroy not up to your standards?” Jules asked with a smirk. Arsinoe nudged her gently with an elbow and led them towards Billy’s home. 

“Just ... worried about what’ll happen now that the problems on the island aren’t binding us together.” 

“Don’t be an idiot, Arsinoe, everyone knows you and Billy would move the moon for each other. He won’t have stopped feeling like that.”

“Did it feel like that with ... you know?” Arsinoe asked gently. 

“With Joseph?” Arsinoe nodded. “It did for me. Maybe it did for him, but somehow I doubt it. He still remembered his love for me as if we were still children. I was the one who grew up and let that love grow with me.” 

“He’s buried not too far away from here. If you wanted to go see him, that is.” Arsinoe suggested. “He might appreciate some flowers and Cam flitting around him again.” 

“I’ll think about it,” Jules said. “Right now, this is about you and Billy.” 

When they reached Billy’s familial home, Arsinoe rapped on the door and stuffed her hands in her pockets, glancing over at Jules, who was as relaxed and calm as she had been since leaving the island. Her war gift had calmed now. She was freer now, less confrontational and prone to dangerous anger fits. 

The door opened and before Arsinoe had a chance to look at the person in the doorway, she had an armful of Billy throwing himself at her. 

“Bloody hell, Syn! I haven’t heard from you in weeks! Don’t ever scare me like that again!” Billy said. There was a slight crack to his voice as he spoke and Arsinoe grinned, hugging him back. 

“I was too busy tending to your grandchicks to write.” She said. Billy pulled back. 

“Grandchicks?” 

“Harriet had babies.” Billy’s face lit up. 

“I’ll leave you two to it,” Jules said. “It’s nice to see you again, Billy.”

“You too, Jules. Or should I be bowing and calling you ‘Queen Jules’ now.” 

“If you ever call me that, I’ll set Cam on you.” Jules laughed. Billy knelt down and gave Cam a scratch behind the ears. When he stood again, Jules backed away and smiled at them both. “I’m going to find my way to Joseph. It’s about time I said a proper goodbye.”

When she’d turned away, taking off down the street, Billy and Arsinoe focused on one another again. “Are you coming in?” Arsinoe nodded and the two of them walked through to the kitchen, settling at the table. “Jules seems okay after everything that’s been happening. How’s the island? Did you ever find the Arrons? How’s Fenn?”

“Slow down, Billy,” Arsinoe laughed. “Everything’s fine, honestly. We’ve just been rebuilding. Pietyr has been given a pardon, since he gave us crucial information about ... about Kat.” 

It was hard to mention either of her sisters’ names now. Arsinoe had never expected to be the one survive the Ascension, she’d never thought on how she’d deal with grief. But the rhyme that the mainlanders had was right. Two queens would always be devoured at the end of their Ascension, and one would always survive. 

Billy placed a hand over hers, startling Arsinoe out of her thoughts. He smiled kindly, understanding that she missed them, despite the lack of time they’d had in the end. 

“We think that Genevieve, Lucian and Antonin retreated to Prynn, but no one’s been able to spot them, and all the poisoners are hiding away from the rest of the island. They’re scared. They don’t know what its like to not be ruled by a poisoner. Fenn is fine, he’s split between staying with the Sandrins and the Milones. Everything is just ... moving forward now that the mist is gone and the Goddess’ line of queens has ended.” 

“They’re almost acting like you died in the battle.” Billy said. 

“You know me, Billy, I never liked having the attention. I just wanted to get on with my life while I still had one to live. And you know the island. We’re all very morbid. We care very little about death, not even when we let two queens die at the hand of her sisters’ each generation. The island has its new queen, and that’s all that matters.” Arsinoe said. “Besides, I didn’t come here to talk to you about the island.”

“What did you come here for?” Billy asked. 

Arsinoe smiled and stood, grabbing Billy’s hand and pulling him up with her. 

“To do this.” She said, stepping closer and pressing their lips together. She felt Billy smile against her mouth and laughed slightly into the kiss. “Goddess, you need to work on your kissing game.”

“Well, why don’t you teach me then, oh wise and wonderful Queen Arsinoe.” Arsinoe punched his shoulder and grinned. 

“I really have missed you, Billy.” 

“I’ve missed you too, Syn.” 

[realismreading]

“Arsinoe, it’s freezing!” Mirabella complained, her teeth chattering.

“No it isn’t! Don’t be such a baby, Mirabella!” Arsinoe said. She was currently leading Mirabella and Katharine up into the forests outside Wolf Spring, past the bent over tree, showing them some of the old ruins.

It was winter on Fennbirn, and the snow was falling particularly heavily in Wolf Spring. Rolanth barely ever got snow. Prynn did sometimes, and Greavesdrake got frost and slush rather than proper snow. Bastian City, Sunpool and Wolf Spring were blessed with enough to go around.

With many creatures and critters of the island now in hibernation, there was no risk of them getting mauled today. The only thing they had to worry about was being careful where they stepped so they didn’t slide on black ice.

“I’m not being a baby. You should’ve told us it would be this cold.” Mirabella said.

“You’re an elemental. You should know that the weather gets blustery and chilly by the sea. At least Kat and I have been smart.”

“Kat’s wearing her riding leathers!”

“It’s better than a dress.” Katharine said. She was keeping pace well with Arsinoe, almost like she knew the terrain as well as her sister. Mirabella was struggling, the hem of her dress soaked and her shoes covered in snow that she kept having to tap against a tree.

“You two are out to get me, I’m sure of it.” Mirabella grumbled.

“Come on, we’re nearly there.” Arsinoe said.

“Where is it that you’re taking us again, Syn?” Katharine asked curiously.

“It’s the highest point in Wolf Spring. From the right spot, you can see all the way down to the docks. It’s pretty all year round, especially when the sun rises at sets. Which is why we’re hurrying, Mirabella!” Arsinoe said, urging Mirabella along. She looked over her shoulder at her sister, who was a few steps behind, lifting her skirts up to avoid a larger pile of snow that had been disrupted by an animal not hibernating for the winter. “Be careful of that black ice-!”

Mirabella slipped and Arsinoe darted forward, her hard leather boots that were specifically made for enduring hikes in the forest and had fantastic grip to battle the snow and ice, meaning that she reached her sister with ease. There was no worry about her own safety when these shoes have never failed her before.

Mirabella was sat on the ground, looking shocked and colder than before, shoulders hunched and eyes wide, mouth agape. Arsinoe had to laugh at the site and Mirabella glared up at her.

“Come on, you, the longer you’re sat there, the more soaked you’re going to get.” Arsinoe laughed, offering her both gloved hands. Mirabella took them, and Katharine stepped over as Arsinoe pulled her sister to her feet, offering Mirabella a spare pair of gloves, saying only, “I thought that maybe even an elemental may need a bit of protection against this weather.”

Mirabella thanked her, pulled on the gloves and begin to brush the snow off her clothes.

"Right, are you ready?" Arsinoe asked. Mirabella nodded and they started off again.

Five minutes later, Arsinoe stopped and pushed back some branches, leading them onto a ledge wide enough to accommodate a small group of people.

In front of them, the whole of Wolf Spring was spread out, from the beginning of the forests and the foliage, to the docks and the water ahead. Shops were slowly beginning to pack up for the day, as were the market stalls, and people were beginning to drift over to the pubs to enjoy a drink and a fireplace with their friends after a long day. The sun was setting over Fennbirn Island, and it marked the end of the working day for many.

Today, it marked the last day that one of the three dark triplets should've had to kill one of her sweet sisters. Sisters that should never have been her friends, that she should never have loved.

"Jules and I used to come down here on this day every year. She would be here today if she didn't have things to do at the Volroy, but she said that it was her favourite place to go because of how pretty and small everything looked up here, how it made her feel like she was on top of the world. Caragh used to bring her up here hiking, and that's how she found it. This is the first time in a decade that she hasn't been here with me." Arsinoe explained. Mirabella put a hand on her shoulder, and Katharine did the same on her other side.

It was clear that Arsinoe missed her best friend severely, and wasn't coping well with being so far from her. Mirabella focused hard on the snow on her feet, pouring all of her concentration into the water that made up the snow, and commanding it to move.

In a few seconds she had a roughly made snowball in her hand. She looked to her sisters and smiled.

"Happy birthday, my dear sisters." She said before leaning forward and throwing the snowball at Katharine's stomach.

And that was how all three of them arrived back at Wolf Spring an hour later with snow in their hair, wet patches on their clothes and a kind of wildness in their eyes that could only be brought on by the childlike fun in a snowball fight.

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Thank you to the lovely anon who suggested this, I hope this makes you feel better!