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Hey, I saw your post about a Mystery Skulls gathering! I would love to know more if you are still planning on doing it. My friends and I will be cosplaying the third day, but we could try to show up the second day. :)

hooooooo boy YES. I keep thinking about it but still havent finalized anything. I still have to check the other gathering schedules and whatnot. Sorry I dont have a better answer for you!!!! I’ll keep u in mind tho and will get a plan in motion by the end of this week. stick around ;^)

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July 7th, 2014 - The Weaving Prince(ss) and the Herdboy

ARTIST: tsuki

AUTHOR: sweetayako15

July 7th, 2014 - The Weaving Prince(ss) and the Herdboy

At the beginning, the beginning of everything, there was the Sun, Moon, and Earth. Ruling over these three worlds was the King of All, a powerful being who had created these three wonders and ruled over the People of the Stars. After creating the fiery, passionate surface of the Sun, the cold, gentle look of the Moon, and the warm, silent Earth, the King turned his attention to making humans. As he worked, he noticed that he had forgotten many details of the Earth, as it looked bland and impassive instead of being the beauty he had dreamed of. Because of this, he called upon his five children to help him. The youngest being Arthur or, as the People of the Stars called him, the “Weaving Prince”. However, Arthur’s name was not always so, as he was named Vega at birth, for the King had mistakenly given him a woman’s name even though this child was a boy.

While all the other children were given tasks such as, keeping the Sun burning to feed to the plants on Earth, making the wind to blow to make them strong, and causing the water to dance under the pull of the Moon to quench their thirst, Arthur was given a special task for making the Earth more beautiful. As the nickname the People of the Stars had given him suggested, he was gifted with the fingers that danced along the loom, and the eyes to see the beauty he dreamed of become reality. From the loom his father gave him, the Weaving Prince produced the daily fog, mist and clouds out of thin silk that dissipated at the end of each day. He worked at his loom every day to make the Earth the way that his father dreamed, working continuously from before the cock crowed till the Star Dancers came out and distracted the Earth.

Each night the children would return to their Father’s home to eat and tell of their achievements. The Oldest Child told of how much power it took to feed the fire of the Sun. The next Eldest Child spoke of how much breath it took to make the wind on Earth blow. The next Children, a set of twins that were the same age, spun tales of working together to make the waters on the earth twist and turn with their pull from the Moon.

When it came to Vega’s turn (as his siblings choose to tease him by calling him by his birth name), however, the other Children tuned him out, continuing on with conversations as he tried to speak. Only the King listened to his youngest’s descriptions of the mists and clouds he had created and how they danced on the Earth or in the sky above it. Only the King smiled at the boy’s tales of the spirits that kept him company and the whimsical things they did. Only the King was not jealous of his son’s talents.

One evening, at the feast when all the King’s children were present, Arthur told (his father) how he had made many clouds for the rainy season in his spare time. The King, being impressed with his son’s use of time and talents, insisted that the boy take a break the next day.

“Well, well, my little princess,” the King teased lightly, “you’ve been working too hard I fear. So tomorrow, you must take a holiday. Go out and play among the stars all day long. Then please hurry back and help me. I still need much more mist and fog, and many more clouds.”

The youngest child was happy to oblige. He had always heard of the Milky Way, a river that his father had created out of stars, from the Star Dancers and wished very much to see it. So, the next day, the prince woke earlier than anyone else and prepared himself breakfast a lunch, though he burnt most of the food and nearly burnt himself in process. Once everything was packed, the youngest child of the King left to go seek out the river.

The river was everything that the young prince had imagined and more. There was no water, but the liquid through the river was silver and shone with the sparkling beauty that only his mother, the North Star and Guide to the Lost, had ever held in his sight. The sight amazed him almost as much as the feeling of the silver liquid against his body when he stripped down to his undergarments to take a quick dive in the liquid. It was cool, but not cold and felt like the finest silk against his skin. Taking in all of these feelings and sights had taken up all of the boy’s attention, to the point where he did not sense another’s presence approaching.

“Come on Tony, if we don’t hurry we’ll both miss feeding time,” A voice rang to Arthur’s ears, causing the prince to panic. No one should see a royal in such a state! Arthur scrambled out of the water and to a tree on the other side of the river where he had left his satchel. He quickly pulled on his under robe (the first of three), but as he reached for the second robe, he caught sight of what he first believed to be two pools of clear water. However, the pools turned out to be eyes only a few inches from his face. The Weaving Prince let out a loud shriek.

“Hello,” the boy with eyes blue as the oceans on the Earth and hair as golden as the wheat that grew on the ground of the Earth spoke, “who are you?”

“I-I,” Arthur stuttered as he tried to hide his face with his second robe,” I am no one.”

“You’re lying,” The young man stated very matter-of-factly. “Here, let me introduce myself! My birth name is Altair, but my friends call me Alfred. Everyone else calls me the Herdboy though, since I take care of the King of All’s cattle down this road here,” The boy informed the prince as he pointed down a nearby road that lead away form the river and away from the castle.

The prince lowered the robe away from his face to look at Alfred. “I…” He started, though was unsure if he should tell the peasant who he was. But the boy had a genuine smile, one like the smile that his mother possessed. The prince swallowed hard, hoping that the boy would not disgrace him by telling the other commoners that he had seen a royal in indecent garb. “I am… Arthur. But many call me the Weaving Prince.”

Alfred’s face lit up like a candle and his smile grew so wide that Arthur feared it would break the boy’s face. “You are Vega! But I always thought you were a woman,” He paused to laugh at Arthur’s flushed face, “But what do I know? Hey, Vega, do you want to be friends?”

The Weaving Prince looked at the boy a bit to see if he was trying to pull a prank on him. Not even his siblings ever invited him to play with them; who would want to be his friend? But the boy continued to smile that smile that reminded Arthur so much of his mother’s and he could not help but return it.

“Of course, Alfred. But please call me Arthur.”

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June 4th, 2014 - Adorable

ARTIST: Tsuki-nii

AUTHOR: sweetayako15

June 4th, 2014 – Adorable

If America had a dollar for every time he was put in this type of situation, he would no longer be in debt. Currently, he had a certain English country hanging off him as he walked out to his car. Looking out of the corner of his eye, he saw Germany dragging a sleeping Prussian from the same bar. The poor owner of the place must have the patience of the gods to put up with this every time the world meetings were in England.

Tossing his friend into the backseat of the car, America got into the driver's seat and pulled out of the parking lot that seemed to be inhabited by nations from all around the world; some drunk, others hauling off the drunk ones. The American nation drove towards England's house, remembering to stay on the left side of the road, and soon arrived at a modest home in the hills outside of the city.

Unloading the Englishman from the car, America pulls off his jacket to hide Arthur's less than modest form. He looks away as he gathers the other in nation into his arms and closes the door to the car. As he walks towards the house, Arthur begins to murmur and stir in his arms. Oh why hadn't he just made France take England home?

Because he probably would hear about some pretty disturbing stuff about the night's events later, that's why.

As the front door was open, with some maneuvering on America's part, the tall nation walks into the house. Clean, orderly, and smelling like the roses in the garden out back, the house was everything England was not in that moment. Speaking of the nation, the blonde begins to stir in Alfred's arms, looking up with hazy eyes.

"Alfred?"

America freezes as he hears his actual name, eyes darting down at the nation in his arms.

"Yes, Arthur?"

It takes a few seconds, but soon the smaller is looking up at him with a dizzy, happy smile. "You can be so ador-… adore-"

"Adorable?" America finishes with a smirk and a shake of the head.

"Yeah…" Arthur slurs as he nestles back into Alfred's embrace.

America only hums in return and starts to make his way up the stairs to the Brit's bedroom. He thinks about staying the night, maybe crashing in one of the guest bedroom just to make sure someone was there for the older nation when he woke up in the morning. However, just as he reaches the door to the bedroom, England decides to upchuck everything onto the American's chest.

'Well that's definitely not adorable,' Alfred thinks as he throws England on to his bed and leaves the room, ignoring the grunt of pain and forgetting his jacket as well.

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May 9th, 2014 - Of Flowers and Life

ARTIST: theawesomehero

AUTHOR: sweetayako15

May 9th, 2014 - Of Flowers and Life

Red, blue, yellow, purple, green…

So many colours, so many scents.

Fresh, rain, earth, air, life…

“Life is like a bed of flowers,” Arthur stated as he wiped away the soft, dark soil off of his pants where the thin, khaki fabric covered his knees. He pulled off the garden gloves and tipped back his wide-brimmed straw hat before turning to his partner. The other man say ay an iron table in one of the two matching chairs, all painted white, in the shade of the large oak tree a few yards away. Younger than Arthur by a couple of years, Alfred yawned and reclined against the chair till a couple of soft “pops” were heard from underneath the skin of the American’s back.

“How’s that Artie?” Alfred yawned as he settled back into the cold arms of the metal chair. The younger man’s blue eyes searched Arthur’s green ones through the thin glass of his wire-framed glasses. The viridian eyes grew closer till the British man was only a table’s length away.

“Well, the flowers are like people. They start out as seeds, infants if you will, and grow till they reach their prime, with bright coloured petals to attract bees, just as people seek to attract lovers. Then, after they have full filled their reproductive stage, they wilt and die. They die with so many others like them, but never realize that they aren’t alone, too caught up in their own purposes to consider anyone else,” Arthur explained as he set his hat down on the table, turning to look at where he was just standing a minute before.

Alfred followed the other man’s sight over to the flower bed, which was weed free due to the other blonde’s hard labor. Thinking on Arthur’s words, Alfred sighed and reached for an empty glass and the pitcher full of lemonade, ice, and fresh mint leaves that perspired in the heat of spring. He poured the cool liquid into the glass, passing it silently over to his company before pouring one for himself.

“I know that you always say I’m an ‘illiterate idiot’, but I think you are wrong on that subject,” Alfred spoke smoothly, drinking the lemonade soon after and enjoying the way the acidity burnt his throat slightly as the mint soothed it.

“Oh?” Arthur lifted a thick brow as he set the glass down on the table from his lips. “How so?” the Englishman asked, amused.

Alfred said nothing for a while, only staring out at the flower bed as he took small swigs of his drink then and again. Arthur soon accepted the silence and turning his attention towards his whole garden, which seemed to grow each year as he added on new sections such as the flower bed. He prided himself in the greenery, how strong and healthy each plant was, just as if he treated each and every one as his own child. He was glad the sun was out, all of his plants needed as much of it as possible when it came to the unpredictability of English weather.

“You forgot something,”

Arthur turned his head lazily to the side; eyes gliding away from his precious garden to the American whose eyes remained on said garden as he spoke.

“And what would that be, Love?”

Alfred paused again before mirroring Arthur’s movements till they were staring at each other, waiting to see who would break the eye contact first. Alfred gave him a gentle, heart-warming smile that matched the heat of the day.

“You forgot that in our lives, we can fall in love.”

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March 20th, 2014 - The Magic and The Wild

ARTIST: justa-fangirl

AUTHOR: Ayako

March 20th, 2014 – The Magic and The Wild

Those who dance are often defined as dreamers, wishers, and creators.

If I had to describe the man that I fell in love with when we first met, "dancer" is not a term I would have used. When I first saw him, I was on my back, suit ripped and dirty, with fierce green eyes glaring down at me. Did I mention that he had a knife against my throat? Yeah, that's right: He was going to kill me! And for nothing! He kept on saying how I was "trespassing" and something about "mortals". At the time, I thought I was going to be meeting my maker through the hands of some deranged, forest man in animal skins wielding a rusty old blade. But it didn't end up that way, obviously, or else I wouldn't be here telling you this story.

I guess I should back up a bit and tell you about myself. Or rather, my old self. My name is Alfred and I was born in Los Angeles, California, America to a loving family. Jump twenty-five years into the future and I am climbing the ladder of the corporate world, working for a company that I had helped grow from the bottom up with my cousin Francis and his friends.

They wanted to expand their company from a national one to an international business, so they got me a plane ticket and sent me to England to look into some properties that were for sale. Long story short, I ended up getting lost. Don't laugh, I bet you would too if you had to drive on the wrong side of the road while trying to find a place that actually had a name and not street numbers and a street. Eventually, my rental car ran out of gas and broke down on the side of the road in the middle of some farm land. I decided to go look for help, and that is how I became lost in the forest where I met my crazy wild man.

I wasn't going to enter the forest, but with the sky beginning to empty its water onto the earth, I had to seek refuge somewhere. It was fairly warm rain, despite it being the end of winter. My glasses kept on getting wet, hindering my sight to the point where I continued to trip over all the thick, gnarled roots of the trees surrounding me. I don't know why I kept on walking… I guess I figured that I would eventually reach an opening.

And that brings us to the scene I was telling you about before: crazy forest man about to kill me. I tried to talk to him, but every time I opened my mouth, I felt the blade of the knife pressing against my throat a bit harder. I settled on praying to God that this man would just get it done and over with, and hoping that he wasn't a cannibal. Luckily, neither happened, and instead, we ended up just staring at each other for what could have been hours. I couldn't help but take in my attacker's appearance, just in case I did get out of the situation and had to report him.

I found that his green eyes had a matching set of thick eyebrows above them, which just added to the whole "crazy" look. But, he looked young. His lips were thin, but peachy, and he didn't have a single blemish on his pale skin save for a scar on his left cheek. His throat was thin, and his cheeks were hollowed, but not deathly so. His hair was a sandy blonde colour, long and tangled with the ends sticking out every which way. He also smelt fairly clean for a wild man, I could only notice due to our close proximity.

After a while he arose and told me to leave and never return. I was ready and willing to do exactly as he said! But before I could turn all the way around to leave, I caught sight of what I could only describe as a fairy. It - or rather - she was wearing a blue dress and had glowing pink skin, accenting her green-ish hair. Her wings were twice the size of her body I came to realize as she flew towards me. She stopped just inches away from my face, giggling a bit behind her hand. I would have asked her what was so funny, had I not been so caught up with the fact that I must have caught the "crazy" from being in the forest to long. I was entranced with her, following her with my eyes as she went and touched my suit, glasses, hair, etc. She then flew around me, towards the man who was standing in the place he was before, only with his back turned. She whispered something in his ear, to which he instantly turned around with a shocked and red face. He looked at me, curiously at first, but then it quickly turned into a sour scowl.

He approached me and I quickly got into a defensive stance, just in case he was going to attack me again. However, He threw down his knife and held his hand out to me. Thus, began my life with Arthur Kirkland, self-proclaimed protector of the forest and friend to mythical beings, small and large alike.

At first, I only followed him to get something to eat at his little cottage in an opening by a small pond. But one thing led to another, and before I knew it, I had been with this wild man for a week. Maybe the fairies had worked their magic on me, or maybe I was just as crazy as he was, but either way, I stayed. During the time that I spent with him, I watched him create dresses for the fairies, told stories to them, and danced with them. It was during one of their nightly dances that I fell in love with him. He asked me to join him in the glow of the firefly-fairies by the pond and maybe the magic had finally taken all of my senses away from me, but I agreed. And I loved it, just as I love my little dancer to this day.

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January 26th, 2014

AUTHOR: sweetayako15

January 26th, 2014 - Your Song

“It's a little bit funny this feeling inside.

I'm not one of those who can easily hide.

I don't have much money but boy if I did,

I'd buy a big house where we both could live”

As Alfred’s fingers diligently pressed each key and his mouth moved to produce the lyrics of the song, his eyes drifted towards the dance floor as he watched the new couple dance awkwardly with each other. He smiled and as he lifted his head he saw both Francis and his wife Jeanne come up onto the stage. Francis opened the large wooden case from before, and the pair worked to move the large golden harp from its confinements. Next, the man grabbed a smaller, black case and from it, produced a violin and bow. The couple then sat down in front of another pair of microphones and Francis began to move the bow across the strings of the violin, causing soft vibrations to echo through the microphone and to the crowd.

“If I was a sculptor, but then again, no.

Or a man who makes potions in a travelling show.

I know it's not much but it's the best I can do,

My gift is my song and this one's for you,”

Alfred closed his eyes as he pictured the lyrics, every moment from his past from when he and his brother, Matthew, would sing the song, coming to life with each word. They danced and sang the song all throughout their lives… it was only fitting that it would also be present in the biggest day of said brother’s life.

“And you can tell everybody this is your song.

It may be quite simple but now that it's done,

I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.”

As he sung the last word, Alfred heard the harp being strummed, adding a sense of other-worldliness to the song. His blue eyes opened and watched as Francis and Jeanne smiled at each other as they played their instruments, love flowing out of their looks alone. It was then, in that moment, that Alfred realized that was what having a special someone was like; just looking at each other and knowing that your other half loved you with all their being, without ever having to say a word. As this epiphany sunk in, the American’s head turned slightly, but never missed a chord or line, and looked out into the crowd for something. He didn’t know why, but Alfred felt the need to find something, someone, but as to what or who it was, he was lost.

“I sat on the roof and kicked off the moss.

Well a few of the verses well they've got me quite cross.

But the sun's been quite kind while I wrote this song,

It's for people like you that keep it turned on”

He was lost as to why he felt he needed to look out into the crowd of dry and wet eyes alike, browns, violets, and blues of friends and families melting together. Yes, he was lost, and he wanted to be found by whomever it was that he felt like he had to find.

“So excuse me forgetting, but these things I do,

You see I've forgotten if they're green or they're blue.

Anyway the thing is what I really mean,

Yours are the sweetest eyes I've ever seen.”

As his brain was starting to take control over his emotions again, and tell him that he was being ridiculous, Alfred started to turn his attention back to the piano. However, before getting too far, he noticed a sparkle of green in the crowd of blues and browns. It reminded him of trees in summer as they swayed in the warm wind under the sun’s bright rays of gold, and it warmed his heart.

“And you can tell everybody this is your song.

It may be quite simple but now that it's done,

I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,

How wonderful life is while you're in the world.”

Alfred felt his face break into a large smile as those eyes looked up at his own, his cheeks warming slightly as the owner of the green eyes returned his smile with a small one of his own. The young man’s black suit with his green tie made Alfred’s heart flutter as it enhanced the Brit’s soft, pale skin and vibrant emerald eyes that made Alfred feel warm inside.

“I hope you don't mind,

I hope you don't mind that I put down in words,”

The singing man broke his trance from the man in the crowd and looked down at his brother as he softly sang the last couple of stanzas. The brothers shared that moment in equality, unknowingly, of their love for another being. The younger knowing of his own love for years, and the older just realizing it seconds before; but they were equivalent all the same.

“How wonderful life is while you're in the world.”

Alfred turned his attention once again towards Arthur, as his fingers instinctively found the keys they had to press. His lips moved to allow the final words out of his body towards the newlyweds, but the words also seemed to want to leave his heart towards the man who kept a fire in his eyes. Alfred felt his mind scream at him for being an idiot to think that he could “love” someone who hated just hours before. It was true, the man was infuriating, obnoxious, corrected everything Alfred said, and even drunkenly flirted with him. Alfred would usually never associate with someone like Arthur. Yet, there he was, wishing that he could do more than “associate” with Arthur.