#tess tag

[seethesunny]

Maybe Tess doesn't haunt your narrative and that's why it's easy to erase her and diminish her and brush her aside but she haunts MY narrative and she lives on forever in my brain.

[pariahgraph]

10! 13!

10. Has any of them had to be revived / brought back to life? How did this affect them?

Calix's earliest memory is this happening to her and being conscious some terrible violation or betrayal had occurred.

It affects her deeply, because there WAS no Calix before that happened. The moment of her birth overlapped precisely both with the death of someone else, and with a soul-deep traumatic violation that severed her from the body and identity that once belonged to her and left her permanently disabled.

Calix is both touch starved and powerfully conflicted about affection and intimacy for a number of reasons, all of which tie back to that single defining invasion of her physical body and of her identity. To say she'll never be the same would be a lie, because there is no Calix before. That's how she was made, by the successful destruction of someone else. Calix is a small god of hope, but everything about that divinity is tied intimately to her birth. Chalice was destroyed and Calix was born from what was left over.

Tess also died on an operating table once and it changed the trajectory of her life permanently by motivating her to pursue medicine. it was probably also divine intervention but she kind of doesn't care about that.

13. Who cries the most often? What are the usual causes?

Oh that's an interesting one. I think it's actually Az. Az tears up really easily when they're at all emotional. Someone got them a nice present? They get misty eyed. There's no tea left in the urn and they're really tired and just wanted a drinky? They're tearing up. Sentimental movie? Here come the waterworks. They find it kind of embarassing to be honest.

Digby also cries easily. He's a sentimental guy with big feelings. He's not embarrassed about it. You've never cried at a sad movie? yeah sure thing tough guy lmao look at this loser denying himself the catharsis of a good cry smh

[revisitnormal]

my friend is getting an orchi, but for some reason they don't make greeting cards for that? go figure

[yibo-wang]

Wang Yibo performing Twins at Hunan TV Spring Festival Gala

[tieronecrush]

hey? wrong.

i'm guessing you think you're annoying because of your talking or your interests or something but javi peña would lap that shit up like a parched dog. the man would be dying for a slice of normalcy after what he goes through at work and would come home to you and your stories and your arts and crafts and whatever else you did and be so happy and smitten and it's the only place he truly feels safe, at home with you

what i'm saying is he would love you. ok bye!

TESS. TESS MY LOVE.

i had a to take a second to formulate a response to this because it is….so genuinely kind? (i lowkey teared up but we don’t need to talk about that lol)

this warmed my heart and it was a nice reminder to be kinder to myself cause i should think i’m cool and fun and interesting and this was such a sweet, gentle reminder of that so thank you friend, genuinely and sincerely thank you.

you are truly a gem, and i hope you know how much i love seeing you on my dash and how lovely of presence you are on this (at times) wildly out of pocket website. you are incredibly interesting and so kind and funny and talented.

always wishing you the best.

— me, #1 tess/deathwife fan 🩵

[tanrak]

MJJJJJJJJJ WE WON WE WON WE REALLY WON WE’RE GETTING A NEW FORCEBOOK SERIESSSSSSSSSS😭😭😭😭

TESSSSS ALDKSKKDKS

I JUST WOKE UP AND APPARENTLY THERE’S TWO FORCEBOOK NEW SHOWS??? WTHHHH

i received so many messages and news these last ten minutes help alksksks

I’LL BE ANSWERING EVERYONE AFTER I WATCH THE TRAILERS

LOVE YOU ALL!!!! ❤️💙

[emeraldcas]

Since you asked about my knife 👀

This was my grandfather’s Air Force issued ka-bar knife from 1973. I inherited it after he died. I generally keep it under the corner of my mattress (or pillow if I’m on a roadtrip — I’ve stayed in far too many sketchy motels where the doors don’t lock), but I also use it when working on my car or in odd jobs around my sister’s farm since it can loop onto my belt! It’s quite important to me 😅 I don’t like to travel far without it

tess thank you! I was so curious and this is cool as shit! look at that knife! look at that... sheath (is that what it's called?). The handle is especially awesome. And may I just say - how very deancoded of you 😌 remind me never to get on your bad side 💚

[fatedophelias]

Trickery of Snow

Illyrianwitchling's Holidrabble

Day 4 For: @slightlyrebelliouswriter23 @clockworkgraystairs ❤❤❤❤

Prompts: Jurdan + "You look even more beautiful covered in snow" & Snowball fights "I'm going to get you back for that, [name]!!

A/N: sorry if I clog your feed loves! Until I get my laptop, I can only post via mobile. I'll be be too busy the following week to back track drabbles. I'll fix it as soon as I can. Anyway enjoy!

Masterlist

Cardan stood alongside Oak. Against the bark of an aged tree. Its limbs barren due to the frigid winter of the mortal world. True in Elfhame, they had "winters" where a slight chill swept through the lands and a little snow dust over the earth. The snow there however, more reminiscent of powdered sugar on doughnuts instead of actual snow.

Yet here in the Mortal lands, there was a stark difference. What was once covered in dirt and grass the brightest greens is now blanketed thickly in a shimmering white. Enough to the point, they had specialty shoes and garments for the weather. 

It took Cardan some time to get used to these puffy coats, his in black, of course, and the awkward heavy boots. Snowshoes, he remembered Jude telling him. For a while, he couldn't fathom why anyone would willingly go outside in this icy weather. The idea of sitting in warmth, in freeing clothes, a hearth alight with embers, and mulled wine sounded much his style than...snow.

Until now, this fight, for lack of a better term, was intriguing. If only for the thrill of competition. 

They busied themselves, making as many snowballs as possible before Jude finds them. Oak was somewhat surprised with how quick Cardan became at making them. Within minutes, both had eight each, tucked securely within the pocket of their hoodies.

"Ready?" Oak’s tone laced with amusement, a grin on his youthful features, "and remember," he said, crouching into the snow a gloved palm keeping his arsenal steady, "Don't hit me."

"I do know what a team is," Cardan replied as if offended—repeating the movement.

They sat behind the tree listening for Jude. Sure, since joining The Court of Shadows, she mastered the art of slyfooting. Here with the heavy fall of snow, Cardan picked up her footsteps quickly. It wasn't as loud as, say, Vivienne or Heather. Jude's steps were softer, lighter, yet there's a subtle crunch on the floor when she moved. Like the one Cardan heard a second ago. 

Oak seemed to notice the High King's reaction. Keeping his eyes and ears alert for his sister and turning to look at Cardan, pointing to himself and the left. Then Cardan and the right. The High King nodded.

"Be quick and keep low to the ground," Oak hissed.

"This is our third round of snowball. I assure you, Oak. I know the rules." Cardan replied a bit harsher than intended.

"Well, we lost the last two," Oak grumbled. 

Cardan scowled, watching him sneak off to the left side, hiding behind another tree. Before surveying the area. Looking out for his wife, he knew lurked by. 

The High King briskly moved from tree to tree. Stopping at each trunk to listen. The feather-light crunch of boots on snow guiding his way. A few minutes passed, he wasn't sure if this is working. Cardan spoke a moment too soon. Unexpectedly, Jude appeared, prowling the forest, snowball in hand, heading to Oak's location. Cardan smirked with a hint of playfulness, quietly following his wife. The Ghost trained Jude how to listen and track faerie. Cardan took every step with caution. Careful to not step on any loose branches. Keeping close to trees and inching as close as he dared to.

He caught a movement from behind a tree standing at the edge of a clearing. Immediately Cardan knew it was Oak; to his disadvantage, so did Jude. Of course, she would. Lethal, beautiful, and intelligent, he would've felt pride in his scabrous heart, had it not been for his teammate she was sprinting towards. Cardan darted in between the barren trees. Adrenaline pumping through his veins as he closed in on his wife, his darling god.

Taking a snowball from the pocket of his hoodie, Cardan pulled his arm back and swung. Watching with half-closed eyes as the rounded ball of snow soared through the sky, striking Jude on the back of the head. Glistening snow crashed against her free-flowing tresses. Like melting snow on the earthy floor. He found it striking in appearance

Jude stilled, turning gradually towards him, with a wicked glint in her eyes, stepping towards her husband.

“Three rounds and you finally landed a hit,” her steps were calculating, assessing him silently as she moved around. “I’m proud of you, husband.”

“Well, my dearest Jude, a slow learner, still learns,” he quipped, trying not to watch Oak in the back sneaking up to her. 

Unfortunately, Cardan did give his nephew away. As Jude turned, Cardan shouted, “now!” 

In rapid succession, Oak threw snowball after snowball at Jude. Cardan joined in, racing up to them, unleashing his entire stock on her. In one moment, Cardan stood tall, then another, his legs were kicked beneath him. He was falling into the soft snow below. Jude straddled him, hips over hips.

She leaned in, kissing the top of his ear, "I'm going to get you back for that Cardan." A promise, a threat, perhaps both. With Jude, one could never be too sure.

He only smiled up at her, all the confidence in the world on his smug expression, "Get me back how?"

Kissing him sweetly ignoring Oak's blatant disgust at her public display, before she spoke, "like this," his wife reached into the snow next to him, dropping the pile on his face. Cardan shook it all away. Hearing both Jude and Oak laughing at. 

"Really, Jude?"

"Does it help if I tell you, you look even more beautiful covered in snow." She laughed, like the sweetest of wines. 

"As much as I appreciate the comment, my sweet villain, I look beautiful everywhere and in everything."

"Ugh!" Shoving him into the snow and ice, "you're such an ass. Come on, Oak. Round four, you're with me."

Oak whooped and cheered, being on a team with Jude. Cardan gaped on in disbelief as the two walked away from view.

"I should've stayed inside with the mulled wine."

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