#secretkeeper’s log

[lunarblazes]

secretkeeper’s log: session 1

grian: make 3 bad jokes and get NO laughs

status: completed; “we could’ve had the boo-geyman” to skizz, “i’m going to stick around” to mumbo, “lichen subscribe” to cleo, tango, and skizz (for some reason he thought he had to do 5 jokes)

bigb: dig a big hole. all the way down. at least 3x3. make it your base if you want.

status: completed(?); dug a 3x3 hole down until he hit a dripstone cave and couldn’t figure out how to continue. oddly, b’s task was written on a red scroll and worded differently to the others.

cleo: build your base directly above another player’s above ground.

status: completed; built a base over lizzie’s cherry wood protection hut

tango: get scar to talk about star wars for 90 seconds.

status: completed; talked to scar about ahsoka tano’s origins

skizz: don’t be further than 10 blocks from geminitay for ten minutes. one attempt only.

status: completed; stood near gem and confused impulse and scott atop cherry hill

jimmy: break 5 crafting tables while they are being used.

status: completed; broke mumbo’s crafting table 3 times, impulse’s crafting table 1 time, and skizz’s crafting table 1 time.

etho: collect 4 beds without being caught and place them on a shrine.

status: completed; took grian’s bed placed in etho’s base, mumbo and bdubs’ bed from their respective bases while they were arguing, and took cleo’s bed while they were fighting with skizz and tango

lizzie: write a poem about another player and read it to them.

status: completed; written for and read to joel

joel: plug the life merch at the worst possible times to other players at least 4 times.

status: completed; promoted to scar and jimmy whilst being attacked by a baby zombie, to cleo whilst jumping a ravine, to mumbo whilst luring two creepers towards him, and to the cherry collective whilst luring another creeper towards their camp

mumbo: make a pun at every opportunity in a 5 minute conversation, minimum of 3 successful puns.

status: completed; he found grian, what do you expect. it was way longer than 5 minutes

pearl: get 3 players to gift you their heart.

status: completed; gifted by lizzie (in exchange for a bone), etho (in exchange for a heart), and jimmy (in exchange for a shield)

scott: build your base directly and obnoxiously attached to someone else’s.

status: completed; attached a parasitic growth of a cabin to gem’s cherry house

gem: convince someone to take a leap of faith and make sure they take no damage.

status: completed; convinced lizzie to dive into water for a pumpkin, built a diving board atop cherry hill

martyn: build an identical base to another player.

status: completed; replicated lizzie’s base near the mounders

scar: call people anything but their username for at least 30 minutes of the session.

status: failed; called mumbo his name, then revealed his task to grian and mumbo

challenge task: come up with a nickname for another player and convince 2 other people to use it.

challenge status: completed; convinced mumbo and tango(/skizz?) to call grian “the light of the server”

bdubs: make your base deeply uncomfortable to use and look at.

status: completed; bdubs’ upside down house started a trend and also looks horrible, it is so hard to get into, and is tiny

impulse: make cherrywood your entire identity.

status: completed; convinced gem he likes cherry wood now, made a pink boat, handed out cherry saplings across the server, etc., he sure Did It

[moonwatcher3]

possible hot take (Ive rarely interacted with the wof fandom till getting tumblr so i don’t know) but GOSH do i hate secretkeeper.

I know that she was trying to keep moon safe from the horrible nightwing island but hiding moon in a log in the middle of the rain forest? that just sounds awful, moon as a baby dragonet could’ve been eaten or harmed by animals that at the time were bigger than her, in *The Flames of Hope* when moon shares her story to convince freedom to let Luna and Dusky go we see that moon literally had to talk herself up to go get bananas. for any dragon with a normal life in the rain forest they would see a banana and maybe think “oh i’m hungry i’m gonna go get a banana!” but Moonwatcher had to tell herself that she would be okay if she went to get the bananas since her mom wasn’t there to go get them for her.

I admire secretkeepers determination to keep moon safe and healthy but i HATE how much it caused moon to grow up alone, through almost all her life, it affects moon socially and emotionally, Sectetkeeper told her to “stay secret stay hidden stay safe” so with the “stay secret” secretkeeper told moon that it would be dangerous if her mind reading powers were known among other dragons, but clearly it wasn’t because moons friends pretty quickly accept that moon can hear their thoughts (yes they do enjoy that moon was blocked out with the sky fire but still) so that means moon lived afraid of her powers being known for no reason

“stay hidden” moon was terrified of interacting with the students of Jade Mountain Academy because moon had only ever known her mother and then the rude nightwings that moved into the rainforest yes the dragonets of destiny too but they were busy with the school and holding up a whole kingdom so she really only had sunny and starflight, there wasn’t much secretkeeper could have done about this one since it would’ve meant loosing moon or possibly having to keep moon on the island so i’m not too mad about this one i guess

“stay safe” this is a good lesson yes but the way secretkeeper told moon this lesson was by showing her all the horrible things that could happen to her, that’s what really soils my mood too because moon was a happy dragonet sleeping next to her mother when she had hatched but when secretkeeper had to leave she filled baby moons mind with images of all the horrid things that could happen if moon didn’t stay hidden, moon was barely hatched that’s a horrible thing to do to your baby honestly

secretkeeper had good intentions yes but her execution was terrible and i feel like that’s what makes moon sometimes come off as too shy and a liar

sorry about the rant, couldn’t get this off my mind and i apologize for the possibly poor grammar i never memorized this stuff (i was too busy drawing💀)

[ggomomomo]

Secretkeeper

@felixmonth

Felix Week Day 1 (Fantasia Version) | Secrets

AO3 | Masterlist

“Ouch!” 

The girl cursed at the moss-covered log she tripped on. There had been too many of it in the forest, accented by the occasional roots. It didn’t help that the place was fresh from the onslaught of rain, turning the soil loose and the tree bark slippery. After wiping her dirtied palms on her cloak, she pulled her hood down to the bottom of her forehead and huffed. 

“How long do I have to keep walking?” She grumbled under her breath. “Surely this is far enough.” 

They said if you ventured deep enough into The Forest, you’d meet a man guarding a circular door and you could entrust him with a secret of your choice. Elders nearing their deaths or warriors bracing themselves for battle often went there to leave behind their secrets, so that they didn’t take the weight to their graves. 

There were also other people who would leave their secrets on a whim: daring commoners, curious halflings, and even magicians. The Secretkeeper catered to them all the same, loyal to the confidentiality of anything and everything shared to him. 

And so, after obtaining directions from the locals and her family, Marinette went on a journey to find the mysterious Secretkeeper. So far, The Forest had given her only twists and turns which she couldn’t navigate through with her magic. 

“I didn’t pack enough shiitake chips for this,” she whispered. 

Finally, she arrived at a narrow opening bordered by two fields of delphinia. With small steps, she hurried through it and saw her destination. 

A towering redwood stood at the center with the door—a vault to be exact—attached to its base. The vault had three protruding circles of different sizes adorned with intricate carvings, much like the gears of clockwork. In front of the tree was a dilapidated wooden stall with a man clad in silk robes standing behind it. A winding stream traced the path towards the location. 

“At last!” Marinette gasped out. She ran towards the Secretkeeper. 

And slipped again. 

“Oww,” she rubbed the side of her head. 

“One of the fae?” 

Her gaze wandered upwards to see the Secretkeeper examining her emotionlessly. He looked human for the most part, but somehow too . . . beautiful to be one. And she’d seen plenty of beauty among her kin.

It was then when she noticed that her hood had fallen to reveal her pointy ears. 

She cleared her throat, standing up. “Yes, that’s me! I’m Marinette!” 

He raised an eyebrow. “You may call me Félix. ‘Secretkeeper’ is a mouthful.” 

“You told me your name!” 

“I’m aware.” He blinked once, unfazed. “Faeries have no effect on me.” 

“Oh.” 

That confirmed that he wasn’t human. 

“I take it you’re here to give a secret?” 

“No.” She put on her most serious face. “I’m here to buy a secret from you.” 

“Sorry?” 

She released a long breath. “It’s of great importance. Someone left a secret here and I need to take a look.” 

Félix didn’t waver. He set his hand down on the top of the stall, settling his upper weight on it. “Protecting secrets is my duty. If I divulge any to you, I’m certain that I’d be failing the job description.” 

“I’ll pay any price.” 

“What part of ‘Secretkeeper’ do you not understand—” 

“What do you want? A golden crown? An ancient spellbook?” 

“Also, I cannot entertain clients as of now—” 

“Look.” Marinette lowered her voice and looked around as if an intruder was about to jump from the bushes at any moment. “I know you sell secrets in the black market in exchange for rare items, okay?” 

He rubbed his face. “Did you ever consider that as a rumor?” 

She froze. Certainly, the other faeries haven’t lied . . . Her expression contorted in realization. They deceived her yet again! 

“As I was saying,” Félix continued, “Even if you did not come here for that kind of business, I cannot receive clients right now.” 

“But you’re just standing here.” 

“I’m not ‘just standing here’. I’m guarding the vault for today because a secret was stolen yesterday.” 

Marinette tilted her head, waiting for a sign that he was jesting. Nothing came. “Stolen? You are here all the time, aren’t you? How can someone ‘steal’ a secret?” 

Judging by the intricate lock on the vault, she knew that her head would ache trying to decipher it. It was most likely charmed with all kinds of security spells and whatnot, forms of magic that were foreign to her. 

An exasperated sigh escaped him. “Follow me.” 

The bottom of his robes swept along the forest floor as he turned on his heel to face the vault. Then, he began touching certain indents on it, pulling wooden levers, and twisting the round parts until the door creaked open. 

The inside was nothing too impressive. No infinite space that led into another realm or structures that were made out of precious metal. It was a small room with shelves lined up against each wall except for the entrance. Glass bottles containing rolled-up parchments were nestled inside the shelves. When Marinette bent down to take a closer look, she saw that the shelves extended upwards to follow the height of the tree. 

“No wonder a secret got stolen.” Marinette stepped inside after he went. “Look at you, welcoming a faerie into your vault.” 

She swore she saw his eyes roll. “The door itself is difficult to unlock and the only person who can open it is me. There is also warding magic by the threshold.” 

He picked up one of the bottles. “The bottles are not as breakable as you might think and the paper inside is not readable without permission. Even if you tried to snatch a secret right now, you will not succeed in knowing it.” 

Marinette plucked a bottle to check its indestructibility. The glass was thick, and the parchment seemed blank. “No offense, but if someone managed to steal a secret, doesn’t that make you bad at your job?” 

“Says the faerie who insisted that I do the opposite of my job.” He turned towards her. “I wasn’t around when the theft happened. I’m not mortal but I still need food and rest. I locked up before I left though.” 

“So,” she drawled. “How did the secret get stolen?” 

His jaw clenched. “It is hard to get in but not impossible. It would require a deadly power; a contract with a demon perhaps or a sacrifice offered to the gods.” 

An idea sparked in her mind. A genius idea. “That’s it!” She clapped. 

“What?” 

Her feet bounced. “You’ll tell me the secret I need if I find the culprit for you!” 

Félix merely stared. 

“Don’t look at me like that!” Marinette frowned. “Consider it! You cannot leave this place because you have to guard the vault, but you need to investigate the thief. Grant me three days and I’ll catch them!” 

“How overly ambitious of you.” 

She puffed up her chest with pride. “I have tricks up my sleeve as with all the fae. You need to find the thief, don’t you?” 

“And see to it that they are punished, yes.” 

“It’s a good bargain then!’ 

“I’m afraid I still cannot tell you a secret entrusted to me.” 

Marinette caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Her fists curled around the fabric of her cloak. She had to convince him. She needed to know that secret. “The truth is . . .” She swallowed. “There is a human who I’ve been in close contact with recently.” 

“And?” 

“And I found out that he dropped by this place to give a secret: the person he likes!” 

Félix ran his fingers through his pale hair. “You are interested in him romantically and you want to know if it’s you.” 

She nodded meekly. 

“Fine.” He conceded. “I will take you up on your offer. I cannot guarantee that I can give you the secret but I will try to help you.” 

---

Félix didn’t expect much from a single faerie but as promised, she came back after three days. Her figure was hunched over when she trudged next to the stream and her fingers were nervously playing with the sides of her dress. He crossed his arms as she approached. 

“Did you find the thief?” He calmly asked. 

“Yes . . .?”

“What did you find out?” 

Her voice wobbled. “It was a human whose father left a secret here.” 

“And?”

“He—he was convinced that his father was hiding something terrible, so he made a demon contract to break into the secret vault,” she said in one breath. “And—and he fo—found out: his father was the reason behind his sister’s death. He confronted his father and they had a scuffle.”

“What of the parchment?” 

Her eyes widened. “I can’t find it anywhere.” 

Félix nodded, barely reacting to the revelations. The fae were not to be taken as innocent, but somehow, this one was. He figured that she had seen the confrontation in person, and was now overwhelmed about the situation. 

“Did you already know?” Marinette questioned in a small voice. 

He pressed his fingertips on the surface of the vault. “The reason people keep ugly secrets is because they’ve committed ugly acts themselves. There are some who are ready to die or kill before allowing their secrets to come out. I knew which secret was taken, so it is not difficult to piece out what happened.” 

“Ah . . .” 

“Do you see now?” He looked at her carefully. “There are secrets that are never meant to come out. Truths that you have no right to know. You cannot carelessly ask me to divulge one to you.” 

Her lip curled into a pout. “Did you agree to let me investigate just so you can teach me a lesson?” 

“The investigation was needed to investigate the culprit. That is why the parchment disappeared—it ceased to be a ‘secret’ because it was revealed. The lesson is only an addition.” 

“What will happen to the thief?” 

“The contract itself will become his punishment.” He remembered the corrupt exchanges demons did with humans. “He must have paid a big price to obtain the power to enter the vault.” 

Suddenly, she leaned over the stall to look into his eyes closely. Félix nearly stumbled backwards at the intrusion.

“I see now,” she sucked in a breath, seemingly reaching an epiphany. “You’re burdened with all these secrets and the revolting side of mortals, which is why you’re so stoic.” 

“What are you talking about?” He scoffed. “This is just my personality.” 

"Oh, really." She leaned back, chuckling nervously. "I still completed your request, by the way. You have to give me something in return." 

Félix mulled over the price. What this young naïve faerie wanted was simple, and yet he was forbidden to give it to her. He also appreciated her persistence as not everyone would bargain with the Secretkeeper. 

"The human you are in contact with," he started. "It's Prince Adrien, is it not?" 

She gaped. "Y—yes. Why?" 

"It's not you." 

"Huh?" 

"It's not you who he likes." 

". . . Are you allowed to say that?" She visibly deflated at the fact that her interest didn't reciprocate. 

"With my knowledge, I only said that it's not you, but I did not say who he likes. It does not count." 

"But—but if you reveal a secret won't there be consequences for you?" A frown etched on her face. 

"Yes, I will perish horribly but again, it does not count." 

"So you do have a loophole!" Marinette's ears twitched. "You do run that black market for secrets!" 

"Please do not mention that black market again. There is no such thing." 

A gleam of suspicion shone in her eyes, clearly saying that she was unconvinced. Félix plucked a stray leaf from his shoulder. "You have your confirmation. Are we done here?" 

"Not quite," Marinette hummed. "I want to share a secret of my own."

"What?"

"You heard me. You're open for business today, aren't you?" 

"Fine." He grabbed a quill out of thin air and a tiny square of paper from the stall cup and gave it to her. She scribbled one sentence. 

He read it: I am in love with Prince Adrien. 

Félix lifted his eyes. "Really?"

"It is, by definition, a secret!" said she. "A fact about me that I haven't told anyone and I don't want others to know. Umm—you already know it, but you're the Secretkeeper anyway so . . . The point is—!" 

She coughed. "The point is, I'll be damned if my sisters ever find out that I fell in love with a human, so I'm entrusting it to you."

"Very well." His purpose was not to judge intentions and actions, but to keep secrets, and that was what he would do. He tied up the paper, knotted it with a ribbon and slipped it into a glass bottle to be stored away in the vault later. 

Marinette watched the storing process with keen interest. "What happens to those secrets in the vault?" 

"Nothing. Or so the public believes." Félix checked the bottle's cork again. 

"What do you mean?" 

"Usually, they give their secrets to take the guilt off their backs," he explained, "Especially before death. What most don't know is that these secrets are used to judge their soul when they arrive in the afterlife." 

"Judge their soul?" Marinette squeaked. 

"I'm not familiar with the details, but that is how it goes." He slipped the bottle under the stall. "That is why you better watch which secrets you offer." 

---

She came back. 

The familiar pair of pigtails bobbed up and down along with strands of dark hair. Marinette gave him a wide grin as she halted in front of the stall. 

"What are you doing here?" Asked Félix. 

"To give a secret of course." Her tone carried faux innocence. 

She slid over piece of paper towards him. 

"You wrote it already?" 

"Yup!"

Félix unfurled the paper and read. I hoard shiitake chips at every chance I get. 

He looked at the bright-eyed faerie. "Seriously?" 

"What? It's a secret, isn't it?" 

He muttered a complaint and stored it away in a new bottle.

---

"You're here again?" 

People rarely came back. Perhaps only two visits at most. He thought about sealing the entrance specifically for her. 

"Oh, you know, another secret." She gave the paper. 

I accidentally trapped a human in a faerie ring once and I didn't know how to undo it. 

Félix raised an eyebrow. "What happened to the human?" 

She flushed. "I had one of my sisters help get him out. He looked very confused afterwards." 

---

It was no surprise that she visited again. What was worse was that The Forest had taken a liking to her. The stream flowed faster when she was around, and the tree branches gravitated towards her presence. He even saw a few charmed mushrooms near the vault that he hadn't seen before. 

"Make sure to keep it safe," Marinette reminded. "I wrote it just before I went through the entrance." 

He took the paper. I tripped 6 times on roots and 2 times on logs on the way here. 

Félix sighed exasperatedly. "Your secret's safe with me."