#fiiimbulvetr

[reanimatedmuses]

@fiiimbulvetr​

This was going to be hard to spin in his favor once word got out. But right now, Skeletor didn’t really care. 

He had spent an entire year playing nice. He had been civil towards every bloated noble, every two-faced royal, every spineless, goody-two-shoed ‘hero’ he had encountered. He had forced himself not to show the burning hatred he felt for his half brother. He had even allowed that useless twit of a son of Randor’s to live under the same roof as himself. He had kept his anger and violent nature in check save only for self defense. It had pained him, but he had been very good this year.

That went out the window the moment Arendelle got a visitor. A prince. A man who no one in the kingdom ever expected to see again. A man Skeletor had heard stories about. A sniveling coward who had tried to rise to power by leaving a young girl to freeze to death and attempting to murder another while she mourned. 

At best, Skeletor would have found this scheme to be pitiful. But that would have been if he hadn’t known that young girl. If that queen hadn’t been his-- ...Hadn’t been someone he had already killed to protect.

“Did you really thing coming here was a wise decision?” He asked this as he stood over the man, bloodied and bruised and laying breathless on the floor. Already beaten within an inch of his life. The second this Prince Hans had set foot in Arendelle, Skeletor had ordered his men to drag the bastard down to the cold cells beneath the dungeon. And then he ordered them to leave and let him ‘talk’ to the young man.

Hans coughed, wincing when the action caused his ribs to ache. No surprise after how hard he had been kicked. “I knew...” he groaned, “I knew you were just a monster. I knew it. And when I get out of here--”

Another sharp kick silenced the man. “Bold of you to think you’re leaving here,” the hooded figure growled. “Or maybe you will. If I feel generous I’ll let you go home without that lying tongue in your head! But I’m not a generous man, Highness...”

[witchesdual]

Raised in the Dark Forest, Luz had to learn a multitude of skills in order to keep themselves safe from the various dangerous that lurked in the shadows. Skills that often tended to double as a manner to unintentionally cause a little mischief. Sneaking about was, conveniently, one of them. Carefully trailing behind Bog at a distance, the young fairy followed him, their curiosity having gotten the best of them when they had taken notice of his newest habit. Absent with no one else seeming to know where he disappeared to. A mystery they were determined to unravel.

Sneaking about, remaining hidden in the trees as they did their best to keep silent and out of sight, there came a pause in their tracking when she heard what could only be a pair of voices that grew more defined as they drew closer. He must’ve stopped by then. Climbing higher into a nearby tree, wings twitching at their shoulders, Luz peered down from the branch that perched on, carefully pushing aside a bough of leaves. A number of ponderings and possibilities had filled their head during their little adventure, but the scene before her hadn’t been one of them.

Amber eyes widened as they flickered between their father and the pale, blonde woman he greeted, wings nearly vibrating with interest and perhaps the faintest hint of excitement as they leaned forward on their perch, trying to hear whatever words the two were sharing. But, it wasn’t their voices that reached their ears. A dull, hollow snap shook through the branch they balanced on, the wooden limb jerking downwards, dropping their heart into their stomach as Luz froze. The protesting branch gave a low groan before -- CRACK!

Luz hadn’t a moment to catch themselves, their only source of support collapsing beneath them as they tumbled forward. Various twigs and thinner branches did little to stop them, snagging and breaking them in their fall.

“AHHHHHH- URK!” Luz hit the ground beside Bog and the mysterious woman, the young fairy scuffed and somewhat bruised, but otherwise unharmed. They laid there for a moment, wings carelessly sprawled out over their back and shoulders, groaning as eyes peeked up at the two. “...Uh...Hi.”

@plasticsouled @fiiimbulvetr​

[starryburglar-archive]

[ PLOTTED STARTER FOR @fiiimbulvetr​ ]

THE FESTIVAL OF FOOLS was as bright, loud and colourful as ever. Every year was the same energy, the same people, the same amount of fun. Yet, this year there was a change, albeit very subtle, in everyone’s behaviour. From the Parisian folks to the Romani themselves organising the events, to the guards… Even Quasimodo felt more relaxed and at ease.

Well, who can blame anyone for it? The lack of Judge Frollo’s presence and influence generated a shift in the mass population. Being able to freely leave Notre Dame without having to sneak out felt rejuvenating. Quasimodo felt a similar yet different thrill to the one he experienced a year ago when he was still deemed captive and a monster.

And yet, the bell ringer still left with his only other piece of clothing in his possession: the hooded cape. Unlike the last time, however, he wasn’t covering his face with the hood. Everyone could see him clear as day as he walked through the festival. He waved as greetings, exchanged a few words with Phoebus, and then left to find a good spot to watch Esmeralda later. Quasi wouldn’t miss her show.

[goofymuses]

@fiiimbulvetr​

The sasquatch stood out, rusty red fur in stark contrast with the white and blue shades of the ice around him. He stood there, wringing his enormous hands nervously as he looked at the other.

He wasn’t... really used to people yet. In fact, he was downright anxious around them. But having come across a human here, in this glacial land, well he was too surprised to do anything for a moment but stare. By the time he had recovered his senses it was too late to run and hide. So, instead... he smiled and waved.

“Uh... Hi. Hi, there. Sorry, is this--is this your glacier? It’s a nice glacier. Very cold, very shiny... Very cold, wow. Bet you don’t get a lot of visitors, huh?”

[spiriituma]

“There’s so many things we could do! I bet it’d be really fun--” | @fiiimbulvetr​

[xthesparequeen-a]

misc feels prompt // accepting

@fiiimbulvetr​ asked:  “ you’ll always have me. ”

Anna felt her very breath become caught in her throat upon hearing those kind words from her sister. A concept of phrase that were not often spoken from the elder to the younger. For so many years, Anna had spent her days reassuring her sister that she would always be there for her, no matter what and the young woman kept to her word. Whatever Elsa needed, Anna would drop her own life to stand and fight by her side with open arms and a loving heart. But Anna knew she would always be portrayed as the follower. A shadow behind Elsa’s mighty figure. Anna never minded. Any chance to be by her sister’s side was a blessing to her but there were days she wished that it was the other way around. That Elsa would be the one to reach out first.

It seemed her wish at last came true.

The young Queen blinked away her tears, glancing at anything but her sister for the moment as she composed herself and emotions. “Hey that’s my line.”, she finally chuckled, looking at Elsa with a wide grin. “Thank you Elsa. You’ll always have me too.”

[pureiimaginationss-arch]

@fiiimbulvetr​ || s.c.

Needless to say her parents hadn’t been particularly thrilled when they heard what had happened at Bonesborough’s Covention, although whether they had been more displeased by her own performance or that of her mentor’s it was hard to decipher. And after the fiasco that had taken place at Hexside not even a week prior, it only seemed to add insult to injury. Between that and Lilith’s preoccupied state to hunt down the Owl Lady, Amity had now been placed before a new mentor in her stead. Another member of the Emperor’s Coven. Another person she was expected to blindly respect and trust.

“I’m ready for my lesson, Miss Elsa.”

[clawead]

                slender arms coil around her own upper body , rubbing biceps in rhythmic motion ; an attempt to embrace what little heat remained under sleeves . frigid air struck feline’s nose   &   caused a sneeze , promptly followed by a sniff   &   exasperated groan   —   she hated the cold , the snow . she’d far prefer the rough existence of the crimson waste to the northern reach .

                frustration had brewed like a fire within belly , a rather abrupt outburst taking place as she planted her foot firmly to a nearby tree with a savage kick   —   subsequently burying the soldier beneath a pile of snow , surmounting her already violent tantrum into vocalisation .   ❝   i hate this goddamn snow   !   ❞

                                                     @fiiimbulvetr​ s.c