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Its become a familiar sight; a child partaking in winter wandering, leaving aimless footprints in the once-smooth coating of snow. You’d assume a picky artist like Frost would be perturbed by children spoiling the quiet loveliness of winter. True once, but in recent centuries he’d come to delight in their love of it.
This land is new to him, and yet not. He’s never been here before and yet he feels no alien nature to the ice and snow surrounding him, for he is ice and snow as well, and when he spies the little girl wandering alone, he isn’t surprised.
Until...he is.
Because the little girl is not donned in wool, or a cap, or boots or a coat. And in fact, he seems to be looking at an ice sculpture.
“And ice sculpture... that’s moving?” he says to himself. He’s often alone and sees no reason not to voice his thoughts, but the cold air takes his question, and lets it hang there. This is something new, something magic. An immortal is always drawn to such keywords.
He simply must find out, and so he approaches. He himself leaves no prints; as if his body has no weight at all. He does not come right up to the little being, but instead comes to stand by a boulder that protrudes from the snow, and simply waits to seen. He is curious - will she disappearing into a puff of sparkles and snow, like a sprite? Perphaps he's just as wary, for even if they're both of the same ilk, that doesn't make them friends.
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❛ that would be a shame, then i couldn’t tell you the juicy bit of gossip i overheard. ❜ // arktos
"Dearest heart, a ruler should never indulge in such frivolities," he's the picture of nonchalance, adjusting gloves that really don't need it, and seemingly paying the girl little mind. Little does he let on that he is indeed intrigued, for nothing of true note has been afoot lately. Arktos will admit to be contrary that way; he'd loathe for the status quo he built to be challenged, and yet, something in him hungered for it. Such is the nature of winter.
Then he glances from the corner of his eye; his lip curls upward,
"But do tell me anyway."
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✧*̥ @drachenlure *̥ dialed ˚✧: “ get well soon ”
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heat stroke while hiding
There’s a loud buzzing coming from the dip in their chest. The small compartment where those their batteries resided. Doi had been trying to hide, to keep cover too many of those things had attempted to take their batteries. All the stress they were under seemed to take its toll on their energy source. Their body felt hot like it would melt, it was all pooling from their chest and travelling throughout their body.
They had hidden behind the house itself, climbing out the window and scrunching themselves up into a ball... how did they even get out here? Didn’t one of those things that come to torment them usually take them outside? Considering they had got out undetected they decided they should make a go of it, at least walk away and try to cool off somewhere safe and come back for the others when the situation had nuetralised.
Stepping out, their body was already punishing them for fighting back they forced themselves to keep going, despite a migraine, which usually doesn’t affect them when they are running on full battery, and despite the unbearable heat. Dizzy. The sun bore down on them, almost as if it was the worlds way of stopping them. Just as their legs threatened to give way beneath them...they saw it. A figure not to far from them. Please don’t be one of them. Please don’t be- They crash to the ground.
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📌 when she had left home ( her cozy and warm home ) , poppy had not prepared herself for the harsh weather that she would have to endure. The wind , and the rain , but nothing compared to the frozen wasteland that was the winter. This was the first real winter by herself since she’d started on this journey. Food was harder to find , but at least most of her natural enemies were in hiding until the world around them thawed. But mother nature still rode out it’s course. She’s huddled somewhere where the wind wouldn’t hit as bad , but opening her eyes she sees someone in the distance.
She is unsure if it was her imagination or not.
“ I was here first! “ she says , but it’s too cold for her hands to reach for her sword. And she’s unaware if she was even heard.
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starter call -- accepting!
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drops an affectionate snowball on top of their head :3
"GYAH-HAH!" they yelp feeling the smack of cold snow against their ears, "That's FREEZING!"
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🎻 👀
THOUGHTS ON LILLI:
there is so much rotating in my brain right now despite the fact that i have no actual familiarity with tabaluga but i have read all your pages && i've been scoping out the wiki && the first thing i'll say is how fucking cool it is that so much of this canon is in song form because.... THAT'S BARDCORE ! which is to say, i'm thinking about raine being a storyteller... someone who has recounted the legends && tales of arktos && maybe even lilli herself... anyway, then in their travels they actually meet her && it's like hey... i know you! you don't know me! but i know about you! idk if you're familiar with hadestown at all but like... the idea of someone who has been hearing && telling stories about legendary figures actually encountering them... that's sort of what's rattling around in my head right now. anyway this is becoming less && less coherent the more tired i get (i have been writing this for like an hour) but the point is, i just think raine would be fascinated by lilli. so that's like a rough option for fitting raine into her canon. i can also see raine telling her stories of the world beyond eisland... i have a lot of thoughts about raine's bard magic being elemental with the ability to somewhat control the weather so there's a kind of connection there, too. i think the really broad strokes of this, at its simplest, is raine is a traveling bard/musician who lilli meets in her post-freed verse. showing her their magic... singing songs for her... it's a starting point!
PLOT & DYNAMIC BRAINSTORMING.
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@drachenlure asked: “ well , well , well . this has got to be a little embarrassing for you. ”
Sinbad: Legend of the Seven Seas (2003) Sentence Starters [accepting]
It was frustrating to say the least that his ship was currently stuck in ICE, another to realise that it was what seemed like a CHILD'S fault that it was stuck this way and the Captain was currently slipping across the deck.
"YOU! Did YOU do this you little BRAT?!?!"
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@drachenlure said : ✿
pre - established relationships / accepting !!
FRIENDSHIP. childhood friends / work buddies or coworkers / family friends / friends with benefits / smoking buddies / adventure buddies / fake friends / recently friends / party buddies / friendship of need / dying friendship / circumstantial friendship / partners in crime / old friendship / [ your muse ] is the good influence / [ your muse ] is the bad influence / [ my muse ] is the good influence / [ my muse ] is the bad influence / opposites attract / ride or die / frenemies / roommates or flatmates / penpals / exes to friends / enemies to friends / other
ROMANCE. childhood sweethearts / [ your muse is mines ] childhood crush / [ my muse is yours ] childhood crush / exes / exes to lovers / forbidden lovers / highschool sweethearts / secret relationship / opposites attract / long distance / unrequited [ from your muses side ] / unrequited [ from my muses side ] / unrequited [ from both sides ] / skinny love / friends to lovers / enemies to lovers / spurious relationship / power couple / newly entered / soulmates [ metaphorical ] / soulmates [ literal ] / awkward / turning toxic / toxic love / cheating [ on your muse ] / cheating [ with your muse ] / other
FAMILIAL. siblings [ half ] / siblings [ step ] / [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure / [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse / [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours / [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse / guardian figure / legal guardian / adoptive child / foster child / [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing / [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing / other
ANTAGONISTIC. dangerous to each other / dangerous to others / unpredictable / rivals / petty / developing into sexual or romantic tension / based off family matters / based of off circumstance / based of professional matters / based off misunderstanding or lies / conflict of ideology / betrayal / hero - villain dynamic / enemies / fight club / friends turned enemies / lovers turned enemies / exes turned enemies / other
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04. snow princess by capellasource.
an aesthetic-based psd created by me for the lovely @drachenlure on tumblr, who was the first person to ever use any of my templates! as always free to use with no credit required, but i would appreciate if you let me know or tagged me if you used it. it makes me soso happy! i mean, that's the whole reason i made this. anyway, the art featured in this preview is created by art-zealot on dA and hodarake on twitter. the psd used, while not included, is the lovely griffith by my friend ferriscommissions, and is definitely worth the buy! font used is betterworks.
get it on my deviantArt or on payhip !
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what flavor is your soul?
cinnamon
oh child of spice, you are bound to the core of the earth. can you feel the heartbeat of nature pulsing through your veins? you are the mouthful of autumn that scorched through your throat, you are the pepper of life that wakes up the weary. the foolish and shaking will attempt to dilute you with sickening sugar, do not let them. your spark is what keeps us alive my dear. keep burning, little star. you see the beauty and the light, but oh you have been fed poison and refuse to drop it onto other's tongues. be wild. I know what your heart is chanting. run. run. run. run dear, find your story. do not trade your spirit for safety. you are a child of the earth, forever seeking, forever dancing.
rosemary
ah, the old soul, nice to meet again. the time of ages is etched into your bones, you see clearly. you've watched the heartache in this realm and sworn to solve it. but kindness without limits is self destruction. oh little leaf, strong and wise, you seek to bring peace with your presence. I'd be wrong to say you fail at this effort, but you mustn't set yourself on fire to keep others warm. you wish to please everyone, to protect them all. but if you shield the saplings from the sunlight they will never grow, and you one day will wither. protect yourself too. you know there are no happy heroes, so don't be one. be a friend. your loved ones will not forsake you for not being perseus slaying all their demons. you have your own monsters, why not meet them first before you conquer anyone else's nightmares. oh true-hearted paladin you are brave, and you are good enough. you know that right? be true to yourself, one cannot do anything saintly if they did not tend to their own wounds first.
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“Do I have to do this? Everybody thinks I’m weird.“ // for crystal!!
"Well I suppose you don't have to," the snow-lady concedes; she not very well going to pull the child into the throngs by her heels, now is she? But she's no so sure that would be best.
A mitten-shaped hand gently fixes a lock of silvery hair that's gone askew on Lilli's head,
"but dear, I think it would be good for you to spend time with more people around your age,"
who aren't technically bodyguards, she carefully doesn't add. The children playing by the frozen-over pond, all bundled up in coats and hats are very different from the girl, true, but they'd seen stranger. Crystal covers her mouth a bit when she chuckles,
"And I don't think you need reminding that you're speaking to a talking snow-woman. If they can handle me I'm sure they can handle you."
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❛ you can’t tell me what to do! ❜ // 90s arktos too for the funnies :3
For a moment, he's stumped. Hardly anybody in his realm has the gall to talk to him with such - with such disrespect! Not lately, anyway. He can't quite grapple with it. Can't very well call down brutish enforcers on such a tiny girl, it would look silly. Never mind that he's done the same on bunny rabbits that are half her size.
It is fleeting, alas.
"Pardon?! Young lady, have you forgotten who you are talking to? I am the RULER, I tell everyone what to do!" He throws up his arms, "and if people don't do what their rulers say we have chaos, chaos don't you know! I chip away at a block of ice for a fortnight and this is what I get?"
A hand on his 'hip' and the other waving at nothing in particular, he turns and addresses the penguin staff peering at him from behind furniture, for that's where they inched as his voice raised louder and louder,
"Can you believe this?!"
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Send me a “ 👐 “ for your muse to put their cold hands on my muse’s face.
jamie hates the winter. he despises the students tracking in snow and making the tile floor all slippery, trying to catch him with a snowball or two when he leaves the building... miserable. absolutely miserable. the upcoming winter break is the only thing keeping him going, and even then, the presence of monsters is an ever looming threat. truly, breaks are not in the equation of jamie's life.
cold hands upon his face pull him from his thoughts, however, and break his gaze at the snow outside.
"hey—hey, hey, hey!" he leans back in his seat, far as he's able in an attempt to escape.
"there are other ways of getting my attention, you know."
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A little glass bird as a gift.
“For me?” they ask in a hushed whisper, an air of uncertainty to their voice. A smile spread across their face as they gently cupped the glass bird in their palms, thumbing it over carefully. “I’ll bet Lilli would love this.”
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@drachenlure liked for starter ;;;
❝ ¿Qué? Who are you? Can't you see I'm busy here. Souls aren't going to collect themselves. ❞
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which fairytale archetype are you?
the runaway princess
whether your father is trying to marry you, an uncle is trying to poison you, or you're simply yearning for freedom, you have decided to shape your identity by fleeing the paradoxically restrictive life of royal comfort. cross-dressing is not required, but always welcome.
the scrappy hero
a farmer with a dirty face who gains half the kingdom and the princesses' hand in marriage. most likely the youngest son of three, distinguished not by opportunity, but by either his wits, or his kindness towards all he encounters, from royals to honeybees, which causes him to garner favors and praise.
the long-suffering knight
torn between guilt and devotion, he represents the late medieval anxiety of whether equal devotion to one's lady and one's liege is possible. he loves both, so he must lose both. he can only end the story happy if he either refuses to indulge his temptation or leaves this world – either for heaven or the fairy realm.
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