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“Ice Like Fire” by sararaasch
This took much longer than I thought it would. I think I went slightly overboard. If you look closely you can see that I animated each of the seasons individually.
How did you do that?
I did all of the animation in Adobe After Effects! I’m not super skilled with the program, but I managed to add some effects to a hi-res image of the cover.
Oh wow! That is still amazing
The Summer Join the Blizzard contest is officially done, so while I spend the morning tallying the entries and weeping over how CRAZY WONDERFUL AWESOME you all are, imagine me hugging all of you. Because I would if I could. You guys are the best. Period. (I’ll aim to announce the winners no later than 5PM EST!)
Hugs to everyone!
#WeAreTheBlizzard we are ready to fight this war, once and for all I dedicate this to all and every one of the kingdoms of Primoria, thank you for this beaut...
The time has finally arrived, we are Primoria, we are to ones to fight and deafeat the Decay.
So, finally is here! As I told you before, I was preparing something HUGE, and here it is, my final video for the #JoinTheBlizzard contest.
This is dedicated to all and every one of the kingdoms of Primoria, who prepared themselves so hard and now are ready to fight, once and for all: @kingdomofpaisly @cordellkingdom @ventrallisnowlikeashes @ventralliqueen @kingdomofcordell @kingdomofventralli @ventrallan @autumnkingdom @autumnians @autumnianreighn @paislykingdom @forventralli @princetheron @cordellanconfessions @yakimkingdom @officialsummerkingdom @thekingdomofspring @theventrallian-booknerd @fightforwinter (hope I didn’t miss anyone jeje)
And of course, to the overlord and queen of Primoria, and creator of this amazing world: @sararaasch
Thank you all, for every second of this weeks, and every snowflake of this blizzard.
We are the Blizzard
❤️❤️❤️❤️
Numb
Okay guys, here is my attempt at writing fanfic. I spent days thinking of what I could write and just gave up in the end. I know I am no good at this so please excuse the rubbishness! (I know that is not even a word!)
Decay slowly found its way in to the earth, seeping in to the very core of the hearth. Taking away the cold, leaving numbness and emptiness in its wake.
The wind roared in Meira’s ears, snowflakes sparkled against her skin, like stars falling from heaven. They twinkled against the darkest night in the sky, showering glitter from above, dotting along everything in its path.
The trees hustled and groaned, demanding her attention, branches swayed to music only they can hear. Mother nature was calling. The earth answered the call, shaking violently until Meira felt like her limbs would jump out of fear. What’s going on, she thought, Meira had enough problems on her plate how could she handle another? Meira quickly retreated to her room before she felt another tremor.
Not bothering to change out her attire, Meira collapsed on her bed, sighing in relief. Finally, alone at last. It was beginning to feel claustrophobic, being caged, surrounded by people who constantly wanted her attention and required answers.
Since the return of decay, her people were in frenzy, panicked. They feared imprisonment would be their eternal abode. Defeating Angra seemed impossible each day, would Primoria ever get rid of the heinous tyrant? No one knew. Meira sighed, at times like this she wished Hannah was here. Hannah would know what to do, she would bring back peace and happiness to the kingdom, just like she did before. She would rule with kindness, spreading the love in the Winterians heart. Reaffirming the faith in their future. Where did that leave her? Can she rule in the same way as Hannah?
Meira closed her eyes, and imagined the fields coated in white perfection, the hills rising to meet the wind. Silence in the air, everything frozen in place- like time itself had to pause to reflect on the beauty. She envisioned, the Winterians dancing with joy, shrouded in elegant clothing, laughing, talking amongst each other. Her mind conjured up eating frozen strawberries with ice flavoured wine, celebrating the birth of Winter. A bright light suddenly flashed before her eyes, the light dancing off the silhouette. The source illuminated such intense light, it nearly blinded Meira, forcing to open her eyes.
Meira…
The source whispered, so low Meira could have sworn it was her own voice in her head.
Meira… it whispered loudly. Meira jumped
‘sweet snow’ Was she delusional?
“Ice Like Fire” by sararaasch
This took much longer than I thought it would. I think I went slightly overboard. If you look closely you can see that I animated each of the seasons individually.
How did you do that?
Tumblr Search why you sometimes work and sometimes not
Don’t you know I have very important fans to stalk
You’re my favorite
I love this and I love you Sara!! ❤️❤️❤️😂😂😂
Snow Like Ashes by sararaasch
I was inspired by a post on epicreads (link).I’m really happy with how this turned out. I think I’m going to animate the cover of Ice Like Fire next. That’ll be a challenge because I don’t know how to make realistic lava.
So cool! 😍
Power Hungry:Chapter Seven - Naya has grown up on the streets of Ventralli's capital city, Rintiero. She hasn't lived a terrible life, but she dreams to boost...
I have for you, lovely Ventrallans, chapter 7 of Power Hungry.
We only have 1 week left in the Join the Blizzard contest - yes, ONE WEEK - so let’s enjoy it, shall we? :) This has been such a fun experience (I finally got up the nerve to publish some of my writing online, for one), and I’m so glad that I’m part of this. Thank you so much, Sara, for creating this contest. :) I know I’m sounding really cheesy right now, but seriously, thank you to ALL OF YOU who have been part of this and who have made this SO MUCH FUN. :)
I hope you all enjoy my story, and that you all enjoy the rest of the contest. :)
Have a colourful day, and remember: ‘The Power of Things Concealed.’
Oh sweet! I’m so glad this helped you publish stuff online - I hope you keep at it, cuz WOW! This is lovely!!
I second this - never done anything like it before, with the fan accounts and all, and it’s been brilliant
So cool!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️ @
Let us burn - Fanfic set in the Snow and Ashes world of Primoria before any of the books. Princess Ceridwen plays a dangerous game in Ventralli - balancing h...
So many rumours abound about Princess Ceridwen and King Jesse of Ventralli… it’s time Summer told our side of the story.
Oh wow
If stubborness were all that was needed to be a good queen, I’d rule the world.
Ice like Fire by Sara Raasch (via ventralliqueen)
Five months.
This. Is. Agony.
Frost Like Night Cover Coming Soon! X
oh wow
Winterians, I have a serious topic that I need to discuss about SLA
Okay so this may be a bit SPOILER-y so proceed no further, close your eyes and hit the spacebar if you have not read it completely. I will tag this with spoiler, spoilers, sla spoilers, and snow like ashes spoilers so blacklist that. If you do proceed to read this I will bold and all caps SPOILER before I say anything in the least bit spoiler-y because I am one of those people who needs more reminders when I do not blacklist certain things and I hate spoilers myself so I don’t like to contribute to spoiling anyone else. I will try to make it as non-spoiler-y as I can, but I might slip up so I’m taking precautions.
Also, the topic is not that serious, but anyways, I am seriously conflicted about ships in SLA. Mather and Theron are both some seriously good bachelors so, I want a little bit of input on this from others and how you guys feel about it.
In the beginning of the book I was all for Mather and I thought he was the best, not perfect, but pretty great. Like when he did that really nice thing for Meira that Sir didn’t want her to do, but you know what happened. That was where I was mostly sold on Mather. Like I totally ship it, it’s going to happen. I know it. I know it.
PARTS FROM HERE ON HAVE SOME SPOILER-Y CONTENT! YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
And when he gave her that kiss before they left the Rania Planes I honestly flailed.
But then we get to Cordell and all of that crazy, super crazy deal making goes on where Meira has to you know what Theron because King Noam is a jerky jerk. And Meira is pretty ticked off at Mather and Sir for making the arrangement without her consent and she’s pretty pissed off at both of them so it kind of affected my original perception of Mather and I was mad at him too, so there I was obviously like NO YOU JERK HOW COULD YOU
Then we meet and get to know Theron, the prince who doesn’t necessarily want to become a king and has this passion for art and literature (I was sold when we found out he wrote the poem) and he’s just this really great, really awesome guy. (My dream guy tbh) and everything from there on out I was just getting more and more enamored by his character. AND WHEN THEY KISS and the way that Meira describes it I was just like THIS IS IT.
But after everything happens and Meira and Mather at the end are talking, my Mather love came back. I mean I love Theron, but Mather was in my heart first after he faked being hurt, so nevertheless I am very, very conflicted about how I feel and who I ship.
ALSO, I need to talk about you know what the ship names are going to be bc we just have to have those.
SO Meira + Theron = Meiron or Theira
and Meira + Mather = Meirer or Mathra
I don’t know what I’m doing I have never thought up ship names myself, so help a sister out please.
Last thing, I do not mean to be all team this or team that as far as shipping goes, I just really want to know what people think. AND I think it would be cool if Meira didn’t end up with anyone and everyone was just friends in the end bc that’s okay too, Meira is strong and badass and awesome and she could rule Winter all by herself if she wanted to. I’m not trying to make it all a love story either, because SLA is about a lot more than that, it’s about a war that’s happening between the kingdoms of Primoria and how one of the Seasons is trying to stay alive and keep their culture alive while being oppressed by an evil king. It’s so much deeper than love between a person and another person, it’s about the love that someone has for their home, their kingdom, where they come from and wanting to get it back, wanting to preserve what is left and help save their people.
This was longer than I expected it to be, but yes, let me know what you think, I would enjoy hearing it.
I want to ship Theron and Meira. Nothing wrong with Mather, I just like it that way. OH GOD!! I hope she goes with Theron and doesn’t have to sacrifice herself! :(
But loving her was easy, something that had developed over time, like sword fighting or achery - a skill he had picked methodically until one day he did it without thought.
Mather - Ice like Fire by Sara Raasch (via kukiyemi)
We are Winter. ❄️
Stand united.
Art
Our kingdom is known for art. That’s why we present a portrait of Winter’s Queen Meira, because we love to capture the essence of every kingdom of Primoria.
So I made this drawing last year and it’s still my favorite.There’s no doubt I’m Ventrallan!
Also I’m making a drawing of Theron and right now I’m starting one of king Jesse. Don’t worry, Mather! You will be next! ;)
Thank you @sararaasch for inspire me with your amazing books! ♥
This will always take my breath away!!
WOW. o.O
So gorgeous!!
SO beautiful
Waiting, pt. 2
She wasn’t looking for a knight She was looking for a sword. — Atticus
I wake with blurry eyes as the sky begins to lighten. Lying frozen in my spot on the bed, I listen for the breathing of my mother. When I discern her slow breaths from those of my siblings, I slip from the thin, grimy sheets as quietly as I am able. No one wakes – not my mother, or my baby sister, or any of my three brothers.
When I shuffle down the hall and gently pull the door open, I am surprised to be met with the sound of boots displacing gravel. I pause, holding my breath. The sound stops. Am I being watched?
I roll my eyes in response to my own thoughts. Of course I was being watched. I’m always being watched.
Talking to oneself was quickly becoming the only way anyone was able to remain calm in this corner of the kingdom. Talking to others would mean snapping at them, fed up with nursing your empty stomach with barely-clean water instead of food. Snapping at others means creating rifts between each other. This cannot be afforded in this corner of the kingdom. We must stay united. Though more and more, not even that seems to be enough.
When I don’t hear the sound again after a few minutes, I step out onto the street. Beside the door I find an iron pipe, little more than half my height and rusted by months of daily rainfall. I grip it firmly and turn to close the door with my other hand, surprised and delighted when it doesn’t squeak. The ground is glazed with a layer of dew. I flex my toes before setting off in search of who - or what - made the sound.
Reckless, yes, but I am tired of waiting.
I survey the street and discover nothing significant, only that our neighbor’s roof has collapsed overnight. The family is sitting in the street, huddled together even though it’s not cool enough to demand goosebumps. I turn away and act as if I did not notice them, sparing them the embarrassment of being displaced. We can’t feel sorry for anyone here. It creates problems. Sympathy shows the weakness of those being sympathized with; it is better that everyone keeps to themselves.
I wind my way through gardens of dull and dying flowers to find the main road. The pipe I carry bruises my hand because of how tightly I grip it. I walk for a few minutes in silence before I jerk to a stop, gaze landing on the bridge and the soldier standing in the middle of it.
The grass on this side of the bridge is gradually becoming the verdant hue that it is meant to be; the trees are growing taller than those around my home, closer to the lush beauty of those on the palace grounds. I scamper behind a trunk, putting all of my willpower into staying silent and still.
That guard must have been the one to walk down my street earlier. I peek around the tree to look at him. Hands in his pockets, he studies the ground before him as if lost in thought. He is not wearing full armor, as all soldiers are required to when they are out on official kingdom business, and his hair is long and unruly, but from his broad shoulders and thick arms I can tell that he should be keeping watch on the wall or training with a sword – not standing on the bridge between destitution and prosperity.
I can’t return to my hiding spot quickly enough when he lifts his gaze and notices me. I readjust my grip on the pipe but keep it hidden behind the trunk of the tree, thinking that if he tries to seize me I’ll be able to surprise him.
But he doesn’t move. His eyes bore into mine as he takes me hostage from thirty feet away. I swallow hard and wonder how this will end - if it ever will. We stare at each other for many soundless minutes until he seems to sigh. His eyes drop from mine and he whirls around to walk away from me.
I watch him go until he is only a fleck of black amongst the vivid colors of the affluent part of the kingdom. The silence of the slums I’ve left behind haunt me while I try to make up my mind about what to do now. I eventually settle on continuing forward, my quest vastly more important than my concerns.
The sun is fully awake now. Across the bridge, the kingdom becomes so very close to how it should be. There is chatter on the streets, albeit soft. I see women in airy dresses of rose and eggshell; men are dressed in the color of the lavender that I’ve heard grows in Cordell, and the blue of the lightest sky. Everyone is working or talking or shopping as they always do. I can smell baking pastries from an entire block away.
I do as I always do and skirt around the edge of the neighborhood to find the narrow pathway that circles the perimeter of it. I am the sole creator of this path; while others do not mind being shamed by those in this part of the kingdom, desperate only for food and not for respect, I could never bring myself to be subject to the eyes of those who pity me. When my father and eldest brother had finally left my family and I was promoted to bread-finder of the family, I didn’t even make the attempt to walk the main street in this part of the kingdom for two weeks. I couldn’t bear for anyone, especially anyone with such great privilege, to look down on me.
I swing my iron pipe by my side while I walk in the shade of the lush Spring trees. The wind carries the sound of string instruments playing a soft tune from the street towards me. I close my eyes and breathe deeply, imagining myself being able to appreciate the cheerful melody without my stomach aching.
I stop when I reach the back end of the kingdom’s bakery. It’s massive, and the family that runs it only uses half of the space that the building offers. I scan the small inlet and grab the few stray sticky buns to stuff into my pockets. They’re harder than they should be, and a bit burnt on the bottoms, but no one will complain. The measly offerings will alleviate some of the stress we’ve put on our stomachs over the years.
Instead of turning back toward home, I push myself to carry on the path around the edge of the small shopping district. Here is my only place of concern; there is no hiding myself when I cross the main road to reach the other side of the perimeter. No one has ever bothered me before, but the possibility of that happening is enough to scare me senseless.
When I lean to look at the main road from behind a short stone building, I find another cause for concern; the soldier from the bridge is on the path not ten steps away from me. He leans back on the building, peering through the copse of trees in front of him at one of the guard towers on the wall.
My hand comes to slap hard over my mouth, cutting off my cry but prompting the soldier to jerk his head in my direction. He freezes and his jaw drops, astonished to see me again. Now that I have no option but to stay where I am and decide what I should be doing next, I realize that he’s familiar. He is the soldier from the wall yesterday.
The soldier’s gaze drifts to the wall and back to me. “They’re watching you.”
I find that I have to work hard not to snort. My hand drops to my side, suddenly not very intimidated. “Really? I was unaware.” My dry tone makes him press his lips into a straight line. He directs his eyes back to the wall.
“I meant you, specifically.”
He doesn’t elaborate, which somehow infuriates me. I cross my arms over my chest, pipe still in hand, and step out from behind the building. “Why me? Specifically?”
The soldier rolls his eyes in such an exaggerated manner that he reminds me of myself. “You’re around a lot. Appearing from shadows. Generally not giving a damn.”
There’s a commotion in one of the guard towers, two soldiers arguing loudly; one with authority and the other with a slur to his words. I keep my eyes on the man in front of me, and watch his lips twitch into the beginning of a smirk. He seems pleased that someone is getting in trouble, whoever it is.
When his grin fades I remember that I am on a mission. I blink once and toss my pipe to the side, into the impossibly green grass. The soldier eyes me once more. “Might I pass?” I ask.
He shrugs, sending spikes of irritation through me, and returns to his resting position on the wall. I stomp past him, hands in fists at my sides. I hear him mutter something under his breath. I twist to glare at him over my shoulder. “What did you say?”
“I said, be careful, Talya.”
I freeze. He knows my name. How does he know my name?
I try to take a few shallow breaths but I can’t breathe. I resume walking across the main road, numb and anxious. When I reach the backside of the building across from the one where I encountered the soldier, I press my forehead against the cold wall. My thoughts are running miles a minute, and it’s all I can do to keep my legs from shaking. I don’t know what to think. I know that I should move.
The blaring sound of a hammer hitting iron brings me back to my senses. I can smell the choking stench of the blacksmith ahead on the path a little ways away. I take a deep breath, returning my focus to the task at hand, and begin to make my way towards the smithy.
After all, I’m not looking for a knight; I’m looking for a sword.
This is so beautifully written!!
Oh gosh, thanks so much 🙈
I agree! Amazing job
