Ancient creatures and ice cold fey

"We're free now and we'll rule this world, We won't have to live under their rules anymore" M!A: n/a (multi-muse account with original muse still active, if you want to rp please tell me what character you want to rp with thank you. also nothing is mine unless said in the tags)

[medievalthymes]

moodboard: the unseelie court

↦ The Unseelie Court consists of the darkly-inclined fairies. Unlike the Seelie Court, no offense is necessary to bring down their assaults. As a group (or “host”), they appear at night and assault travellers, often carrying them through the air, beating them, and forcing them to commit such acts as shooting at cattle.Like the beings of the Seelie Court who are not always benevolent, neither are the fairies of the Unseelie Court always malevolent. Most Unseelies can become fond of a particular human if they are viewed as respectful, and would choose to make them something of a pet.

[chief-of-project-e]

Irish people; The faeries aren’t real

Irish people; No fucking way will I go in that faerie ring

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#look#you don’t go in a fairy ring and you don’t fuck with a stone in the middle of a field#these are just facts#nobody does it#fairies will fuck you up#Ireland#folklore#fairies (Via @false-dawn)

[false-dawn]

Look, I don’t believe in God, but I will not disrespect the Good Gentlemen of the Hills. That’s just common sense.

[ohmeursault]

Between this and the Icelanders with their elves I do not understand what is going on above the 50th parallel.

[superindianslug]

My general rule of thumb: you don’t have to believe in everything, but don’t fuck with it, just in case.

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^^^ that part

[dduane]

This is truer than true. Especially the Irish part.

Let me tell you what I know about this after living here for nearly thirty years.

This is a modern European country, the home of hot net startups, of Internet giants and (in some places, some very few places) the fastest broadband on Earth. People here live in this century, HARD.

Yet they get nervous about walking up that one hill close to their home after dark, because, you know… stuff happens there.

I know this because Peter and I live next to One Of Those Hills. There are people in our locality who wouldn’t go up our tiny country road on a dark night for love or money. What they make of us being so close to it for so long without harm coming to us, I have no idea. For all I know, it’s ascribed to us being writers (i.e. sort of bards) or mad folk (also in some kind of positive relationship with the Dangerous Side: don’t forget that the root word of “silly”, which used to be English for “crazy”, is the Old English _saelig_, “holy”…) or otherwise somehow weirdly exempt.

And you know what? I’m never going to ask. Because one does not discuss such things. Lest people from outside get the wrong idea about us, about normal modern Irish people living in normal modern Ireland.

You hear about this in whispers, though, in the pub, late at night, when all the tourists have gone to bed or gone away and no one but the locals are around. That hill. That curve in the road. That cold feeling you get in that one place. There is a deep understanding that there is something here older than us, that doesn’t care about us particularly, that (when we obtrude on it) is as willing to kick us in the slats as to let us pass by unmolested.

So you greet the magpies, singly or otherwise. You let stones in the middle of fields be. You apologize to the hawthorn bush when you’re pruning it. If you see something peculiar that cannot be otherwise explained, you are polite to it and pass onward about your business without further comment. And you don’t go on about it afterwards. Because it’s… unwise. Not that you personally know any examples of people who’ve screwed it up, of course. But you don’t meddle, and you learn when to look the other way, not to see, not to hear. Some things have just been here (for various values of “here” and various values of “been”) a lot longer than you have, and will be here still after you’re gone. That’s the way of it. When you hear the story about the idiots who for a prank chainsawed the centuries-old fairy tree a couple of counties over, you say – if asked by a neighbor – exactly what they’re probably thinking: “Poor fuckers. They’re doomed.” And if asked by anybody else you shake your head and say something anodyne about Kids These Days. (While thinking DOOMED all over again, because there are some particularly self-destructive ways to increase entropy.)

Meanwhile, in Iceland: the county council that carelessly knocked a known elf rock off a hillside when repairing a road has had to go dig the rock up from where it got buried during construction, because that road has had the most impossible damn stuff happen to it since that you ever heard of. Doubtless some nice person (maybe they’ll send out for the Priest of Thor or some such) will come along and do a little propitiatory sacrifice of some kind to the alfar, belatedly begging their pardon for the inconvenience.

They’re building the alfar a new temple, too.

Atlantic islands. Faerie: we haz it.

[pamisleyphd]

The Southwest is like this in some ways. You don’t go traveling along the highways at night with an empty car seat. Because an empty car seat is an invitation. You stick your luggage, your laptop bag, whatever you got in that seat. Else something best left undiscussed and unnamed (because to discuss it by name is to go ‘AY WE’RE TALKING BOUT YA WE’RE HERE AND ALSO IGNORANT OF WHAT YOU’RE CAPABLE OF’ at the top of your damn lungs at them) will jump in to the car, after which you’re gonna have a bad time.

If you’re out in the woods, you keep constant, consistent count of your party and make sure you know everyone well enough that you can ID them by face alone, lest something imitating a person get at you. They like to insert themselves in the party and just observe before they strike. It’s a game to them. In general you don’t fuck with the weird, you ignore the lights in the sky (no, this isn’t a god damn night vale reference, yes I’m serious) and the woods, you lock up at night and you don’t answer the door for love or money. Whatever or whoever’s knocking ain’t your buddy.

[thefingerfuckingfemalefury]

^ So much good advice in this post right here

[weirdo-city]

I live in the south and… you just… don’t go into the woods or fields at night.

Don’t go near big trees in the night

If you live on a farm, don’t look outside the windows at night

I have broken all these rules.

I’ve seen some shit.

If it sounds like your mom, but you didn’t realize your mom is home…. it’s not your mom. Promise.

One walked onto the porch once. Wasn’t fun. But they’re not super keen on guns. Typically bolt when they see one.

You think it’s the neighbor kids.

It’s not the neighbor kids.

Might sound like coyotes but you never really /see/ the coyotes but then wow that one cow was reaaaaaally fucked up this morning. The next night when you hear another one screaming you just turn the tv up a little more. Maybe fire a gun in the air but you don’t go after it. If it is coyotes then it’s probably a pack and you seriously don’t want to fuck with that and if it’s the other thing you seriously REALLY don’t want to fuck with that.

So in the south, especially near the mountains, you just go straight from your car to inside your house, draw your curtains and watch tv.

If you see lights in the fields just fucking leave it alone.

Eyes forward. Don’t be fucking stupid. Mind your own business. Call your neighbors and tell them to bring the cats in. There’s coyotes out. Some of them know. Most of them don’t.

Other than that everything’s a ghost and they died in the civil war. Literally all of everything else is just the civil war. We used to smell old perfume and pipe tobacco in the weeks leading up to the battle anniversaries.

Shit’s wild and I sound fucking crazy but I swear to god it’s true.

[witchy-woman]

Every time this post comes around, it’s my favorite to open up the notes and read the stories. Probably shouldn’t have since I’m sleeping alone tonight, but you know, it’s fine. 😂

[mistresstrevelyan]

Austrian girl here who has lived in Ireland for 5+ years. This shit is LEGIT. I’ve seen it with my own two Catholic eyes. 

Sure, visit during the day. That’s alright as long as you’re respectful. But you couldn’t PAY ME ENOUGH to go there at night. These are also the last places where you wanna start littering. 

[gayantlers]

I grew up in southwest Pennsylvania which is a weird mixture of American cultures and environments. I was in the heavily forested mountains (northern Appalachia) but had lots and lots of corn fields and cow pastures. Like the Smoky Mountains and fields of Kansas combined. And being so cut off from a lot of the world, we had our fair share of ghost stories.

We had ‘witches’ in the mountains (more like ghost-women who will snatch you up by making you wander in a daze around the forest like the Blair Witch before killing you or letting you back out into society but you’re… different). Or devils in springs or abandoned wells (don’t look too long into one or something will follow you). 

But we also had the cornfield demons. I’ve witnessed this many times. You’ll be in the passenger seat looking out the window and see red glowing eyes in the cornfield. No light shining in that direction. Just two red dots a few inches apart faintly glowing in a pitch black cornfield. They’re not the glow of deer eyes in the headlights. More like the embers of a dying fire. Sometimes, as you drive away, you’ll look out the back window or side mirror and you can see the eyes have moved to the edge of the corn field, still watching you. If you bring it up with the driver, they’ll call you paranoid, but grip the wheel a bit tighter and driver a little faster.

I was walking to a friend’s house one night. It was about 20 minutes down a dirt road with forest on one side and a cornfield on the other. I’ve walked past it many times and wasn’t really concerned. My main worry was coming across a skunk or porcupine. I didn’t have a flashlight because the moonlight was bright enough and I knew the walk really well. Then I saw the eyes. I immediately averted mine (because for some reason that’s how to not annoy it) but they kept wandering back. They were still there, watching. I heard rustling and saw the eyes come closer and I took off running. I got to my friends without a scratch, but I was terrified. I mentioned it to my friend and that’s when I found out it was A Thing. Her parents agreed and shared their stories. I brought it up more and almost everyone knew what I was talking about. It was a phenomenon a lot of folks around town experienced but never mentioned. To this day, I don’t linger around poorly light cornfields at night. 

[matt-the-blind-cinnamon-roll]

@thedevilinthealchemy and I are very old friends. I used to live in the same town as her, in Southern California. One night, a few years ago, we were celebrating the end of finals and the start of winter break, and we just hanging out in her car, killing ourselves with late night Taco Bell. Well, we decide we don’t want to go home just yet, so we start driving. We drive up a canyon, near her place. Now, we both had made this trip many, many times, in daylight and dark. A local tourist trap is in that canyon, and there’s a shortcut to a college campus that goes through that canyon. It was a normal winter night in SoCal. 

Well, about halfway through I start to get scared. For no reason. Within the span of two heartbeats I grew so terrified that my palms were shaking and my mouth was dry and for some reason I couldn’t take my eyes off the wood to the driver’s side. 

“Turn around.” I say, quickly. 

“Dude, already on it.” Kama said, doing a quick three point turn. I look in the mirror as she’s pealing away and see the creature. It was vaguely humanoid, and hairless, with elongated limbs and pitch black eyes, on all four limbs, loping after us. Now, if you’re in the know, you might be thinking “hey that’s like the creatures from Until Dawn, I call bullshit on this.” Well, Until Dawn was four years away, and it wasn’t even in development yet, so shush. 

I rip my eyes away from it and hold on tight as she drives. Then, at the same time, both of us get this instinct and we speak. 

“Don’t look in the backseat.” Needless to say, neither of us did. She drove damn near 90 on a dark canyon until we saw the lights of her complex at the mouth of it. 

I haven’t gone back in there since, and that canyon got shut down about a year ago due to a landslide and it hasn’t opened back up. I’m a history major, and research always has been my first love, so I go digging. I visit the local history society, talk about my tale. Turns out the whole valley used to belong to a people called the Tativam. One day, after the Spanish arrived, they vanished. Without a trace. We have a graveyard of theirs that we know of. One of my professors was trying to stop the houses that were being built on it. Spoiler alert: he didn’t, and the houses are hella haunted, and nobody wants to live there. 

Personally I do think the creature is a wendigo. That chain of mountains is park of unbroken chain that leads right up the Serra Nevadas and Donner Pass. 

THE Donner Pass. 

You do the math. 

[poisonousdame]

@carolinemb88

[dryadgurrl]

I’m from Northern California myself, state capitol, and while we don’t have much by way of critters (sure, we’ve got Bigfoot up in the redwoods, but those guys are mostly harmless).

Most of what we’ve got is due to the Gold Rush, and not just the hauntings (though there are plenty of those, a great many of them are theatre ghosts, most of whom are harmless, though some are very particular).  What we’ve got by way of Things were brought along on the trail from the Old Country to the East Coast and then along thousands of miles of wagon trail.

We’ve got our fair share of phantom hitchhikers and women in white, but mostly what we’ve got are the Things That Survived The Flood.  There was a flood in the early 1860s, one that caused the state capitol to actually be relocated for a while, and when it was over and the floodwaters receded, there was enough sediment left behind that what had been the second floor of buildings was now the ground floor.

There are a handful of places in Old Town that you Do Not Go after dark (despite being safe during the day).  When I worked in Old Town, giving comedic history tours, we started from and returned to a restaurant that had a club downstairs (in what had been the ground floor before The Flood) and there was a storeroom down there that got locked at sunset and no one questioned it, but the door to that storeroom was pretty much right next to the portable shed we changed clothes in, and I know, more than once, I heard knocking and scratching and one of my very last tours I got a facefull of wet-plant rot smell (not quite mildew, but not stinky like rotting meat gets) so bad I couldn’t breathe. It’s one of the reasons I stopped doing the tours, really, because I was starting to get the feeling I was being singled out, and I didn’t want to find out what by.

[teaboot]

When I was like 17, I lived in the woods on the northwest coast of canada. One day, I decided to go for a walk in a part of the woods I had never been to before. Because sometimes I see weird things out there, I made sure to bring my grandma’s dog with me, just running free and off-leash. These are wild woods, too, not parkland, so the only clear areas are deer trails. I stuck along to those because, you know, I don’t want to get lost, and about an hour in I hear this strange whistling. Just a short call- One long, sharp whistle followed quickly by a short, piping one. Now, I’m in a good mood and I figure it must be some new kind of bird, so I whistle back: long call, short call. It whistles again. I’m amused, so I whistle again. Long call, short call, and then just to be fun, I throw in a little trill at the end. It whistles back. It whistles back the exact same pattern. Now, normally that would freak me out, but I was in a REALLY good mood. A really weirdly good mood. So, I whistled again. And when it whistled back to me, I giggled. I… Don’t giggle. Not alone in the woods over basically nothing. The whistle came again, and there was a rustle in the distance. Seeing a shady outcrop, I ran to hide, feeling like I was playing hide-and-seek with someone. It whistled, I whistled back. Another rustle. Closer. I suddenly realized I hadn’t seen the dog in a while. I looked around, and saw him a few feet away, staring point-blank and totally still into the forest. The whistle came again, closer this time, and suddenly my weirdly bubbly feeling was gone. Instant fear. I got the dog’s attention and we absolutely booked it out of there, all the way back to the eight-foot-high gate that marked the start of the wild land. I locked it behind me, and we never went back. I never really had any idea what was whistling with me in the forest. Maybe some kind of mimic bird that had escaped home, or a squatter hiding out there sewhere messing with this kid and their dog. I only just remembered that when I was a kid, we learned about the Tsonoqua woman. The Tsonoqua woman is supposed to be an old woman who lives in the woods. She carries a basket on her back and has long, tangled hair. When children wander away from camp, it is said that she snatches them up in her basket and steals them away forever. But because she has bad sight, she uses her keen ears to hunt, and calls out with a birdlike whistle.

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

Open rp {Eria}

Eria adored Gil and Fiona, it was wonderful to have Belin and Gil living with her and Fiona as it gave her daughter some company her own age and gave Eria someone that she trusted patrolling the Wyldwoods. However, with Halloween fast approaching as well as Samhain, she was beginning to go a bit out of her mind.

As Keeper of the Wyldwoods, she was required to go to both the celebrations that the courts were holding as well as help plan something with Belin so the children could go and trick or treat and spend time outside of Tir Na Nog.

After she’d almost exploded a goblin, Belin had quietly suggested that she go and relax for a little while and after some coaxing, she’d agreed. Which was why she found herself in a park, surrounded by the classic image of Autumn, playing on her violin. She was playing a piece from the ‘Nightmare before Christmas’ movie and had some people sitting on the benches near her to listen in as the other instruments played from seemingly nowhere. The human world was so much calmer than her own at times, it was peaceful plus she could get away with a slight trick every now and then.

She soon finished and took a small bow at the applause that broke out and she straightened with a light blush and a smile, looking to the person who approached her with a curious look.

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

Open rp {Eria}

Eria adored Gil and Fiona, it was wonderful to have Belin and Gil living with her and Fiona as it gave her daughter some company her own age and gave Eria someone that she trusted patrolling the Wyldwoods. However, with Halloween fast approaching as well as Samhain, she was beginning to go a bit out of her mind.

As Keeper of the Wyldwoods, she was required to go to both the celebrations that the courts were holding as well as help plan something with Belin so the children could go and trick or treat and spend time outside of Tir Na Nog.

After she’d almost exploded a goblin, Belin had quietly suggested that she go and relax for a little while and after some coaxing, she’d agreed. Which was why she found herself in a park, surrounded by the classic image of Autumn, playing on her violin. She was playing a piece from the ‘Nightmare before Christmas’ movie and had some people sitting on the benches near her to listen in as the other instruments played from seemingly nowhere. The human world was so much calmer than her own at times, it was peaceful plus she could get away with a slight trick every now and then.

She soon finished and took a small bow at the applause that broke out and she straightened with a light blush and a smile, looking to the person who approached her with a curious look.

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

Hello everyone, i’m sorry i haven’t been on this blog in ages. I’ve been uh, pretty busy on Jess’s she’s become my main muse.

I am going to try to get this blog back up and running but it’s…it’s going to take me time. I’m really sorry.

I’m just going to reply to all the rps i currently had going on and follow some new people.

I’m not up to doing replies right now as i’m just not feeling up to it but i’ll save all of them in my drafts so it’s easy for me to start tomorrow. Thank you all for staying followed and sticking with me. You are all amazing.

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

If anyone wants to start up rps or reply to opens, you are more than welcome to. Or just send me a message if you’d like to.

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

Hello everyone, i’m sorry i haven’t been on this blog in ages. I’ve been uh, pretty busy on Jess’s she’s become my main muse.

I am going to try to get this blog back up and running but it’s. . .it’s going to take me time. I’m really sorry.

I’m just going to reply to all the rps i currently had going on and follow some new people.

I’m not up to doing replies right now as i’m just not feeling up to it but i’ll save all of them in my drafts so it’s easy for me to start tomorrow. Thank you all for staying followed and sticking with me. You are all amazing.

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“Um… Hello there. Can I help you with something?” the girl asked curiously.

“Yes could you tell us where we are?” Fiona asked flashing the girl a smile

“Yeah we’re kinda lost” Gil said as he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly grinning

“This is a British naval base. Where did you come from?”

“That way” they said, both of them pointing behind them as they grinned cheekily

“Well that’s helpful…” she muttered to herself. “Why don’t you identify yourselves?”

Fiona giggled while Gil was clearly trying not to snicker but both smiled at her question

“I’m Fiona and this is Gil” she said

“I am HMS Montrose of the Royal Navy. Nice to meet you.” she replied politely.

“Nice to meet you too” They chorused before Gil grinned

“So what exactly do you do here Ma’am?” He asked and Fiona giggled

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

Open rp

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Eria and Fiona were wandering around a shopping mall, shopping for gifts and various things for Christmas. Fiona was telling her mum about the latest trick that her and Gil had pulled when she broke off and darted over to a toy store’s window and she looked inside in awe.

“Whoa! that’s so cool!!” she said and she turned back to look at her mum when she accidentally got bumped into and she took a quick step back, looking at the person slightly panicked as she didn’t want to get into trouble with them “Sorry!”

Tydus was walking around, thinking how to do his Christmas shopping for that Secret Santa thing his office loved to have. He was window shopping when a girl bumped into him.

“Oh! Don’t worry about it~ I’m a little excited to get a present for my coworkers too~” He said and chuckled, heading into the shop to see what was in there.

Fiona stared at the man while he headed inside while her mother hurried over

“You alright love?” Eria asked crouching down to Fiona’s level and the young girl nodded

“Mmhmm, i’m okay mama” she promised before she looked over at the shop the man had gone into curiously “Is the man i bumped into okay?”

“I think so, want to wait here while i go and see?” Eria asked and Fiona nodded

He whistled softly while he looked at some LEGO toys and some cute Barbie doll things before scouring the shop for some other types of toys.

Eria sat Fiona down in front of the store before walking inside and looking for the man, once she found him she hurried over and gently tapped his arm

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

musing-asylum :

@ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey

Ronald was used to the temperature change in the human’s world. The heat bothered him-of course-, but he was able to handle. Today was especially hot day that left him agitated him. He disliked the hot weather. Later he found a secluded area near a lake and froze everything in radius of one kilometer around him. It was incredibly  cold and he was wearing very light clothing.

He breathed in the chilling air with a content smile. he was enjoying the cold too much notice anyone approching  him

“I know why you froze everything but did you have to do it in such a big area?” Fiona asked, crossing her arms over her chest “People get suspicious of that and unless i somehow ended up in a place where humans don’t give a shit, i’d suggest being more careful”

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Eria and Fiona were wandering around a shopping mall, shopping for gifts and various things for Christmas. Fiona was telling her mum about the latest trick that her and Gil had pulled when she broke off and darted over to a toy store’s window and she looked inside in awe.

“Whoa! that’s so cool!!” she said and she turned back to look at her mum when she accidentally got bumped into and she took a quick step back, looking at the person slightly panicked as she didn’t want to get into trouble with them “Sorry!”

Tydus was walking around, thinking how to do his Christmas shopping for that Secret Santa thing his office loved to have. He was window shopping when a girl bumped into him.

“Oh! Don’t worry about it~ I’m a little excited to get a present for my coworkers too~” He said and chuckled, heading into the shop to see what was in there.

Fiona stared at the man while he headed inside while her mother hurried over

“You alright love?” Eria asked crouching down to Fiona’s level and the young girl nodded

“Mmhmm, i’m okay mama” she promised before she looked over at the shop the man had gone into curiously “Is the man i bumped into okay?”

“I think so, want to wait here while i go and see?” Eria asked and Fiona nodded

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Open rp

Eria and Fiona were wandering around a shopping mall, shopping for gifts and various things for Christmas. Fiona was telling her mum about the latest trick that her and Gil had pulled when she broke off and darted over to a toy store’s window and she looked inside in awe.

“Whoa! that’s so cool!!” she said and she turned back to look at her mum when she accidentally got bumped into and she took a quick step back, looking at the person slightly panicked as she didn’t want to get into trouble with them “Sorry!”

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CHRISTMAS STARTERS

( assorted prompts that are all bedecked with christmas themes. from salty, to ecstatic, to indifferent - feel free to change up the context, pronouns, or words ! )

❛❛ All I want for Christmas is peace & quiet. ❜❜ ❛❛ If mistletoe appears in my one-meter vicinity, I’ll burn it. ❜❜ ❛❛ So - what are you getting me for Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ What do you mean, Santa isn’t real? ❜❜ ❛❛ The only thing I like about Christmas is to get drunk on eggnog & wine, & sulk over my year’s regrets. ❜❜  ❛❛ You always give the best presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me get a picture of this for the memories. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas party at your house! ❜❜ ❛❛ I swear to god, if you give me a ‘dick-in-a-box’ for Christmas again- ❜❜ ❛❛ It’s snowing! ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals fun times. ❜❜ ❛❛ Snow plus sleigh equals broken bones. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please stop saying ‘Christmas is coming’ in Stark’s voice. ❜❜  ❛❛ Are you really setting traps for Santa — ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Don’t eat the cookies & milk I’m leaving on the table, unless your name is Santa. ❜❜ ❛❛ Ah yes, the age-old tradition of an obese old man dressed in a red suit - breaking into your house. ❜❜ ❛❛ Wanna help with the pudding? ❜❜ ❛❛ Help me decorate the Christmas tree. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re really - enthusiastic - with the decorations. ❜❜   ❛❛ I knitted a sweater for you. Here, wear it. ❜❜ ❛❛ What did you use to knit the sweater? Two left-hands & parental guidance from a hamster? ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you coming to the Christmas party? ❜❜ ❛❛ How did you get tangled in all these fairy lights – ? ❜❜ ❛❛ Let me help with the gift-wrapping. ❜❜ ❛❛ Remember when you caught on fire last year? ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh no - no - you stay away from the alcohol. ❜❜ ❛❛ Stop telling me lies about Santa & his tiny elves. ❜❜  ❛❛ Oh shit, I forgot to buy the presents. ❜❜ ❛❛ Are you telling me you don’t put marshmallows in your hot chocolate? ❜❜ ❛❛ Is this what you do every Christmas? ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not letting you barricade yourself in your room again for Christmas. ❜❜ ❛❛ Come on! Live a little - find true love - piss in the snow! It’s Christmas. ❜❜         ❛❛ It may be Christmas, but that’s still illegal. ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas is just another day. What’s the big deal? ❜❜ ❛❛ Christmas should be six months long - not one. ❜❜     

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“Um… Hello there. Can I help you with something?” the girl asked curiously.

“Yes could you tell us where we are?” Fiona asked flashing the girl a smile

“Yeah we’re kinda lost” Gil said as he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly grinning

“This is a British naval base. Where did you come from?”

“That way” they said, both of them pointing behind them as they grinned cheekily

“Well that’s helpful…” she muttered to herself. “Why don’t you identify yourselves?”

Fiona giggled while Gil was clearly trying not to snicker but both smiled at her question

“I’m Fiona and this is Gil” she said

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psycutepath:

FLEE ::

“Of course” he said nodding and he smiled back shutting the door behind her before he frowning slightly “You sure? i don’t mind at all. What’s the harm in trying to find it? at least you can say we tried to”

“ no, it’s fine ” she assured him with a smile. “ you also want to help me find my bag ? i mean, i’d rather have my wallet back than my bag. i have all of my stuff in my wallet ” she confessed.

“Alright but if you change you mind let me know. Wallet finding it is then” he said with a grin before he walked over to the couch and sat down, grabbing his laptop from the floor he started loading it up “Is your wallet in your bag? or was it near it?”

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@ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey

“Um… Hello there. Can I help you with something?” the girl asked curiously.

“Yes could you tell us where we are?” Fiona asked flashing the girl a smile

“Yeah we’re kinda lost” Gil said as he rubbed the back of his neck, sheepishly grinning

“This is a British naval base. Where did you come from?”

“That way” they said, both of them pointing behind them as they grinned cheekily

[ancientcreaturesandicecoldfey]

I kinda wanna make a AU where the only difference is that Eria or Gil are either deaf or mute and use sign language but i wouldn’t want to offend anyone by rping that since i’m full able myself and am scared of messing up a character like that or doing something wrong and upsetting someone

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loveinspireuniversally:

If you’re scrolling through tumblr trying to distract yourself from something you don’t want to think about or you’re looking for a sign that everything will be okay, this is it. So, breathe. Relax into this moment. You’re alive & that’s all that matters.