Mistmantle Chronicles Appreciation blog

AWWWW!! Thank you so much! I’m so glad that you liked it

Ehe thank YOU (you’re like my favorite blog!)

Oh gosh wow thanks that’s so sweet! Sorry this blog has been sooo empty but I’m back and I’m going to try to get back to posting new content and maybe some fanfiction too

Tell me what you all ship!!

Hmm probably padra/arran as well as urchin/sepia (Its kinda funny, when I first started the series I thought urchin and needle would be a couple)

Yeah I agree. Urchin and Needle are super cute so I always wondered why different types of animals couldn’t get married, but then I thought for a bit: What the hell would a squirrel/hedgehog baby look like? lol

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(for the record I ship Juniper and Sepia shhhhhhh)

Awww they would make such a cute pair! I never thought about them before but it really could work, since they’re both so sweet and chill and all

#imma reblog this #i have new followers so i'm just gonna reblog old stuff #until i can get off my lazy butt and make new stuff

This is a point that I made in my giant relationship post, but I thought it was kind of cute so I wanted to make it its own post where people would actually see it :)

So these two quotations are from Urchin of the Riding Stars, and the parts I want to focus on are in bold.

“Padra, you should marry. Loneliness is terrible. If you want to marry your otter friend, you have my permission.” For once, Padra seemed lost for words. It only lasted for a moment. “I’ve no idea if she wants to marry me, Your Majesty” (81).

“[Padra] opened his mouth to speak, looked down, and tried again.

‘You know,’ he said, ‘after all this, and if you’ve got nothing better to do, you might marry me.’ And she hit him, and he laughed, and they swam back to shore together” (280).

So basically, I think this is really sweet because the only times that Padra is described as speechless or struggling with words is when it has to do with Arran. I mean, Urchin even says “for once”, which implies that it doesn’t happen often.

So in other words, Arran makes Padra speechless

I see I've gotten a few new followers so that's cool. I got to post more soon though ahaha

#quote #padra #crispin #brother fir

the-final-sentence

And from their place on the rocks, Padra, Crispin, and Fir looked down at the pale young figure on the shore; and they, too, wondered what he would become.

M. I. McAllister, from Urchin of the Riding Stars (via the-final-sentence)

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"Fingal took his place at the bier. He tried hard not to think of Crispin in case he broke down and wept….He remembered the king’s warmth and kindness and it made him smile, not weep.” -Urchin and the Rage Tide

#mistmantle chronicles #fanart #fingal #crispin

Oh my gosh your art is sooo great

AWWWW!! Thank you so much! I'm so glad that you liked it

#mod note #:)

Tell me what you all ship!!

Hmm probably padra/arran as well as urchin/sepia (Its kinda funny, when I first started the series I thought urchin and needle would be a couple)

Yeah I agree. Urchin and Needle are super cute so I always wondered why different types of animals couldn't get married, but then I thought for a bit: What the hell would a squirrel/hedgehog baby look like? lol

#high school au #mistmantle chronicles #The Mistmantle Chronicles #mod note

send me high school au things!!

high school au in which Padra and Arran have been friends for their whole lives but they've been getting a lot closer since eighth grade and they're both super confused about it and they both think that the other is a total dork but at the same time the other is way too good for them

So Arran is super confused about what's going on so she calls her older sister who's in college and her sister's like "jfc FINALLY"

#padra #high school au #The Mistmantle Chronicles #mistmantle chronicles #padrarran #arran

Pastries

Fingal had gone insane.

The Spring Festival had drawn to a close as the sun set, and from dawn that day, the young otter had eaten enough berry tarts to put any normal animal into a coma.

Later everyone decided this was just a testament to how un-normal Fingal was.

As the other animals cleaned up the feast, Crackle tried to pry the tray of tarts away from the hyper otter.

“Please, Crackle! Please!” he begged as he shoved another one into his mouth.

“No! No! No!” the squirrel cook replied, forcefully pulling the tray back to her. “You’ve already eaten enough!”

The otter whined and reached for the tray again, and Crackle, perturbed, looked around to see someone who could control Fingal- at least long enough for her and the rest of the kitchen staff to hide the pastries. She looked among the remaining islanders and spotted Captain Padra and Captain Arran. They would do fine.

“Captain Arran! Captain Padra!” she called, and the two looked over quickly. “Please get him out of here.” She stepped back, holding the tray out of reach as the sugar crazed otter made another lunge for the sweets.

Padra let out a sigh, exchanging an exasperated yet amused glance with his wife, and they both headed over towards Crackle and Fingal.

“Fingal,” Padra said, and the otter turned around to face his brother, while Arran gave the squirrel cook a look that she took as her cue to hurry back to the kitchens. “What are you doing?”

“Just trying to get some pastries from Crackle,” he said, hardly able to keep himself still, and he turned around to gesture to her. The squirrel was gone. “Huh?” Fingal mumbled, and realized that Crackle was far gone by now. “Hey,” he said, indignantly, looking back to the captains. “That’s no fair! I was just hungry!”

“You’ve been eating pastries all afternoon,” Padra replied. “You’ll make yourself sick!”

“Will not! I haven’t gotten sick yet,” Fingal protested. “I have a dessert stomach.”

“No, you don’t.”

“Do too!”

“Do not.”

“Do too!”

“Do not!” Arran rolled her eyes and placed a paw on Padra’s arm. “No, Fingal, you don’t. And you’re both acting ridiculous.”

Padra nodded firmly, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had acted like Tide and Swanfeather did when they bickered.

“Come on, Fingal, you should probably try to rest,” Arran continued and the otter’s eyes snapped up to her.

“Aw, I’m not tired at all!”

Padra grinned. Yes, he was acting exactly like the twins. “Arran’s right, Fingal. Let’s go.”

Fingal shook his head defiantly. “You’ll have to catch me first!” With that he turned around and took off towards the castle.

The two captains ran after him, slightly annoyed but more amused at the otter’s antics. Fingal had a head start, but they were able to keep him in sight, until he twisted around the spiral staircase and shot through a door, yelling as he ran down the hall. “They’re after me! They’re after me! I don’t want to go to bed!”

Crispin peeked out of a doorway as Padra and Arran raced down it after Fingal. He laughed and shook his head fondly, before returning back to his room.

Meanwhile, Fingal had practically flown down another staircase and was running across the beach while Padra and Arran stopped in the stairwell, catching their breath.

“You know,” Arran said, bracing herself against the stone wall. “When I married you, I didn’t know it entailed taking care of your crazy younger brother.”

Padra grinned. “I’ve been chasing him around for most of my life,” he said, laughing. “We better go get him. He’ll probably crash soon.”

Padra was right.

They chased Fingal into the water where the three engaged in a splash battle, laughing all the while. The pair easily overpowered the younger otter and he swam to the shore, collapsing tiredly on the sand. Padra and Arran smiled and high fived each other before returning to the shore and rolling in the sand to dry their fur.

“Come on, Fingal,” Padra urged, lightly poking his brother with his foot. He only halfheartedly pushed it away, showing no indication that he wanted to get up. Arran smiled and grabbed his hind legs, while Padra caught wind of her idea and grabbed his paws.

In this way they carried him to the Spring Gate and laid him down in his bed. Padra pulled the blanket over him and Fingal tiredly tucked it snugly around himself. “Thank you,” he said through his yawn.

Padra smiled and leaned down to kiss him on the forehead. “Goodnight, little brother,” he said as Arran blew out the lamp.

The two snuck to their chambers, exhausted from the festival and their pursuit of Fingal. As they shut the door behind them they were met by the inexorable chatter of the twins, who were currently jumping around and whacking each other with pillows.

They, apparently, had eaten more than their fill of pastries too.

The two groaned before beginning the tiring process of tiring their twins out for bed.

Sleep never seemed so far away.

#mistmantle chronicles #The Mistmantle Chronicles #fanfiction #fingal #padra #arran #padrarran #tide #swanfeather #crispin #crackle

Tell me what you all ship!!

#mod note #mistmantle chronicles #The Mistmantle Chronicles #yess

Why is Fingal so shippable?

#fingal #mod note #mistmantle chronicles #The Mistmantle Chronicles #like for real #with corr #and crackle #and others too #like really

writing silly Fingal shenanigans for superwholocked-on-asgaurd

Fingal, Tide, and Swanfeather are the cutest

FINGAL IS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER IN THE ENTIRE UNIVERSE OF EVERYWHERE I NEED FANART AND EVERYTHING WHY IS THE FANBASE SO SMALL *cries*

YES! It’s such a great series and i wish more people knew about it. til then we’re going to have to be satisfied with my lousy fanfic :)

Are you talking about the fanfic about padra and Arran because that was seriously Awesome like omg! I hope you write more! (If you’ve written more id love to read it!)