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// might come back to this blog once the holidays are over 👀

[melisica]

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// going to try and work on some replies over here this weekend / next week~

// this was a lie.

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// going to try and work on some replies over here this weekend / next week~

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// Another piece my sister wrote for my Tommelise adaptation. The second half is a waltz and I warms my shipper heart  ♥️

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// A few years ago my sister wrote some music for my version of Tommelise and I recently found some of the old audio files~ 

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// ^.^ almost done writing the script for the first episode of tommelise~

it’s called trouble with toads ;) 

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Princess Aurora Costume Appreciation: Wedding Dress

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The cat flicked his long dark tail back and forth like a metronome as he watched the bird. He was, of course, deciding if the other animal was worth hunting. Birds were troublesome though and full of so many bones… and their wings? Not worth it. 

“Oh but you’re much too small a bird to be worth the trouble,” He said at last his tail relaxing. “Why did you not fly away when you saw me? If I was a bird I would flit away every time I saw a cat like me.”

Landsvale supposed that was fair enough. Just as barn cats were all about the mice, the urban had their own particular pallet. It was mostly the woodland members of the feline family a swallow like himself had to worry over. (Not that he would get too close)

“That glint of cleverness in your eyes,” He tapped his pointed nose. “intrigues a bard like myself. And with such find kept fur - why that particular preening isn’t so common to cats of the city.”  From the railing of a fire escape, he turned to a bird and flitted with a twirl through the air to a new seat atop a stack of empty crates. 

“You seem a fellow of self-respect and a certain...” A twirl of the hand. “Pizzazz.”

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“Your being a cat and my being a bird, an acquaintanceship between us may be something of a, ah, awkward affair.” This was said with a somewhat uncomfortable laugh. His great aunt Drosler was eaten by a cat, or so he’d heard. Of course, it had been one of the ordinary types - lacking in the higher intelligence of magical creatures. Still, the nervousness was there.

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// had a moment today when I realized that my entire tommelise series that I’ve been plotting since I was 12 is actually just one bigass fix-it fic to indulge my childhood self who was angry at the ending

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What a dismal place it was, Gerda thought. The haze of smoke in the air, the steam puffing off machines that worked and worked, powering those electric lights that were a far cry from sunlight (of which there was none down here). The long way down was a chilly one filled with perils that were no easy feat to overcome. But now that she was here? Hadestown? Those terrors paled in comparison with the dead looks in the eyes of the countless tired workers. Hadestown was warm alright. Heated by the furnaces of machines and the sweat of the poor souls building that long, long wall. By the scaffolding she guessed it would be pretty high when finished.

To think of it, Kai really would love the machinery. He was clever like that, if a little full of himself.

Gerda tried to ask after her friend, but no one would so much as look at her, much less answer. It was hard to say how long she wandered around, asking and asking with not a word of information. She’d given up asking and just started looking, when she spotted someone who stood out from the crowd. And THAT was an understatement.

Clothes finer than anything anyone else here could dream of, a confidence and alertness beyond the workers’ too. With the boldness and courage that brought her this far, she walked right up the woman and said: 

“Excuse me, if I might have a moment of your time, I’m looking for my friend.”

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// Don’t really have muse for any of my drafts (need to re-read the threads since they’ve gone cold) but...

♥ LIKE this for a smol starter !! muses based off Hans Christian Andersen’s fairy tales~

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“I wasn’t aware honey had healing properties.” Molly often used it in sweets, but Amalthea had never her seen it applied to any other use. She assumed it would be rather uncomfortable pressed up against a wound. 

“You’re very well prepared.” Nimble fingers shifted through the other’s bag, searching for the items she had specified. The honey was easy enough to find. She placed it to the side before simply turning the entire satchel out. She much preferred using her sight over her tactile senses. Touch reminded her too much of the body she was trapped in. “Honey and cloth.” Amalthea passed them to the other, sitting back on her heels to see what she might do.  

Gerda thanked Amalthea as she handed her the requested items. It was a bit tricky treating a hand, but she managed well enough. First she checked for splinters, and after pulling just the one out, she set to applying the honey and wrapping up the wound. 

“I find it prudent to carry things that serve at least a double purpose,” Gerda said. She sat down on a protruding tree root and used her knee to find the tension needed to wrap up the cut one-handed. “The honey is firstly a fine addition to any lunch, and the cloth I carry for wrapping up my feet when they are sore from so much walking.”  

She tied off the cloth, a fine make-shift bandage. 

“But they work well for this too.”

Curiosity drew her to ask, “Have you always used magic to heal your own scrapes and scratches?” She didn’t think it was very practical, considering (from what she’d seen of the world) magic could be quite unreliable. Of course, she didn’t say that out-loud. It would be rude.

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“I…I’m sorry. I cannot help you.” She eyed their injury with apprehension. Humans were so easily marred, but rarely easily mended. “The magic doesn’t stay with this form. I don’t…recall how to use it.” 

“That’s alright. It’s nothing that can’t be tended with natural remedies.” The cut to her hand wasn’t so bad, really, even if it did hurt dreadfully. Along her journeys Gerda had endured far worse. This little scrape from a sharp branch was small potatoes, and certainly preferable to tumbling into a ravine as she might have done had she not grabbed it.

“Could you fetch the little jar of honey out of my bag?” she asked. Her free hand was tied up keeping pressure on the wound. “And I think I have a roll of cloth in there just for this kind of thing.” 

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// Making two exceptions to my no-AUs policy on this blog once I get back from my semi-hiatus (aka once I’m done moving houses and finish getting my shit together)

Hadestown AU for The Snow Queen in which Kai strikes a deal with Hades rather than the Snow Queen and Gerda travels the long way around to get him back. Why? Because it would be fun and because the Hadestown rpc is full of so many wonderful people I want to write with ♥

The Librarians AU for everyone. Just modernizing and adapting their stories to work within the Librarians world magic system / lore. Also because I love the show and the rpc is so wonderful  ♥

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The Flower & The Swallow // tommelise & landsvale

❝Away we'll fly, far from the ugly mole and his dark hole-far, far away, over the mountains, into warmer countries where the sun shines more brightly than here, to where it is always summer and the flowers bloom in greater beauty. Fly away with me, dear Tommelise.❞ 

        – Thumbelina (Hans Christian Andersen) c. 1835             (illustration by Boris Dehterëv (Russia, 1908-1993))