#thearendork

[landshark1339]

Good god, I was going through someones blog and stumbled on a post for someone who passed a month ago. I didn’t even know her or interact with her in any way, but I feel a kean loss, just from looking through a bit of her blog, and seeing what others post for her.

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The Mourning Raven and Owl

A one-shot written for Ann Week, in memory of @thearendork, today marking one month since she had passed away. This takes place in Exolvo verse, also including the Frozen cast as well as Tadashi himself.

Tagging @forthearendork, @blunaowl

The Great Hall rang with silence and an unspoken grief; even the Slytherin table remained quiet in the atmosphere of sorrow. The Hogwarts ghosts sat or stood still, heads bowed or just staring straight ahead at some spot in front of them. The Ravenclaw ghost had her head in her hands, as though weeping into them, her hair falling forward to veil her quiet grief.

The house that took it hardest was Ravenclaw. A few of the girls had their arms wrapped around each other, sitting huddled close in their grief, crying on each other’s shoulders. Farther along the table, Elsa’s shoulders shook with wrenching sobs, her eyes clamped shut as she cried into Tadashi’s neck. Tadashi himself held her in a protective and secure embrace, arms wrapped tight around her, stroking her hair and rubbing circles into her back.

At the Gryffindor table, Anna sat with a tired sort of slouch, staring into her lap at her limp hands, wishing Elsa was next to her, but understanding she needed her time to grieve with Tadashi. Her sister had already grieved with her last night--all night, really. Neither could get any sleep, or if they had, it was just for a few hours all up.

We should’ve known, Anna thought, wondering if she could feel any more miserable than she already did, We should’ve seen it. She wasn’t happy. Why didn’t we see it? Why? If only we’d seen it sooner. If only...

If only, if only, if only. Anna was starting to hate those two words, and yet they kept circling her thoughts, eating at her soul like dementors feeding on her stricken conscience.

If we’d seen it, we could’ve shown her she was loved.

Anna was sure she’d run out of tears--her eyes were dry this morning. Perhaps she had wrung the last drop out last night, and there was just physically no more tears left inside her to cry.

We loved you so much. Why? Why? Why did you do this to us? Why didn’t you tell us anything? Why didn’t you talk to us?

Anna realised she’d begun to ground her jaw, muscles tight, teeth clenched. Her limp hands had contracted into fists, as her thoughts grew with new emotion.

I hate you. I hate you but I love you. Hate you for what you did to me--to us--because we’ll never be the same again.

Anna forced her hands to relax, raising them to set them on the table, distracting her attention by looking over at the table where the teachers sat, looking just as sombre and pale as the other students in the Great Hall. Professor Trelawney dabbed at her eyes with a large handkerchief, Hagrid was sniffing and blowing his nose, and Professor McGonagall’s face remained stern as always, but with a certain edge to her eyes and the corners of her mouth. One of the other teachers Anna didn’t know had a little owl perched on her shoulder.

Anna wondered suddenly who was going to take care of her friend’s owl now. The Snowy Owl she’d loved so much, who was like another friend to her. Would the owl simply fly away to live outside the castle in the natural habitat of owls? Or would the owl find another owner? Anna knew how loyal owls could be to their owners--Hedwig obviously had great loyalty to Harry, for example.

Will her owl miss her? Will she find someone else?

She didn’t like to think of the owl simply forgetting her friend, but nor did she like the idea of the owl pining away in the owlery without a friend to keep her company. Anna made herself a mental note to go up to the owlery later, after the assembly was over.

Everyone’s attention turned to the teachers as Dumbledore finally stood up to give his speech, giving a significant look at the stricken Ravenclaw table.

“This is a tremendous loss,” he began. “And one that is felt by all here, whether or not you knew her. She may not have been a student here, but nonetheless, loved by all.” Dumbledore paused, letting a breath’s moment pass before continuing. “She loved the owls here, and took the utmost care of our owls in the owlery. But out of all the owls, I believe, it was her Snowy Owl who loved her most. Owls have a great loyalty to their owners, and grieve when they are lost--some have been known to pine away.”

Oh god... Anna bit her lip, feeling her throat closing as tears came back to her eyes, her poor owl.

“When she was a student here, she was in Ravenclaw, as I am sure the Grey Lady can confirm.”

Anna stole a quick glance at the Grey Lady who had lowered her hands to nod very slowly at Dumbledore.

“She was as beloved a young woman then, as she was--is--now. She had a great loyalty and love for Ravenclaw, and she did not judge or discriminate.”

The best friend anyone could have.

“She displayed some of the best qualities Ravenclaw can have to offer, but, as I’m sure Professor McGonagall can recall, the Sorting Hat had thought Hufflepuff a strong contender as her House too.”

Honesty and loyalty, that was her.

“A hardworking student and staff member, diligent, and with a fine sense of humour in her that will be missed. In her silence, we will remember her love, her laughter, and her heart.” Dumbledore paused again, a long pause as he let his words sink in, before looking up at the House flags, still displaying the House colours. “I believe a change of decoration is in order.”

Anna watched as the House flags changed to a darker, but not quite black, background, and her jaw dropped a little when the silent, patronus-like silhouette of an owl--a Snowy Owl--flew” in and took shape on the fabric. Smaller silhouettes of owls glided in to perch in the pictures taking form on the flags. While some heads turned back to the table as Dumbledore prepared to speak again, many still had eyes trained on the flags, where the painted owls perched on invisible perches.

“Grief will heal, but her memory will remain here in the walls of Hogwarts, her home, as it was and always will be. She will never be forgotten, and I remind all students to go to someone they trust when they feel alone. I assure you, someone out there loves you. Love is the greatest gift anyone can have, and we all need it. And she had much love to give in return for all the love you gave to her. She may not be with us anymore, but we will always love her. Always.” 

[blunaowl]

Someone give me Elsa as a pianist and Anna as percussion now, or failing that Elsa as a soprano (or alto because FUCK YEAH ALTO) and Tadashi as a gawky fan so help me god. --> Let me try to come up with something. Hopefully.

One of many stories that were discussed between us, but were never written.

Many of the stories I want to write at the moment are fairly angsty, but that’s nothing new. But it needs interspersing with some fluff. Based on my own prompt from months back, here’s a one shot set in the Snowboarding universe (because that’s the only one I think in nowadays!).

Teetering on the edge of falling back to blissful unconsciousness, Tadashi’s eyelids were glued together with sleep, his limbs like dead weights. With a contented sigh he turned onto his side, shuffling forward slightly, expecting to come into contact with a warm, cuddly entity.

Still expecting… still expecting…

Dammit, that’s cold…!

He lifted his head from the freezing cold pillow, bleary eyes blinded by the empty sheets, even in the dark. The warm, cuddly entity he had planned to wrap his arms around was gone.

Nose wrinkling, he propped himself up on his elbow, scanning the room for Elsa. There were no signs of life, other than the cat laid out on her back, legs splayed, out for the count. As his eyes adjusted to the darkness of the room, he saw that the sliding door was open ever so slightly, a faint light shining from a room down the hall.

Tadashi turned around again, swinging his legs out from underneath the covers and pushing himself out of bed with a shiver. He grabbed a hoodie from a nearby chair, pulling it over his head just in time to stop himself walking through the thin paper of the door.

Slowly, he made his way down the corridor, bare feet quietly slapping against the floor. After a few steps, the sound of his soles was joined by a softer noise, growing louder with every short stride. Slowing to a crawl, he was finally able to make out the noise, and he could feel his face splitting with the size of his grin.

“…unger. Stua og koven, løa og låven…”

He came to a quiet stop at the doorway, leaning against the door jamb, listening to his wife singing their daughter back to sleep. Kari wasn’t really a fussy baby, but she was as bad at holding a normal sleeping pattern than he was. Haruki was never so troublesome… at night, anway.

He chuckled to himself, and cringed slightly as he heard the singing come to an end. Ever so slowly, he peered through the doorway and was greeted with a sleepy smirk from Elsa, sitting in a chair by the window, eight month old girl bundled in her arms. “Hey,” she whispered, the smirk turning into a warm smile.

He couldn’t help but grin back, rolling himself around the doorframe and entering the room. “Hey. I was wondering where you’d disappeared to.” He crossed the room, his voice just as quiet as Elsa’s, leaning down to kiss her on the top of her head. “Sorry, I know it was my turn to feed her-”

“It’s alright, I’m not the one who’s up for work tomorrow.” She grinned, lifting her head towards him, sitting up ever so slightly to kiss him on the chin.

He caught her with another kiss on the lips before standing up slightly and looking at the scene in front of him. He hadn’t been able to get enough of it when Haruki was a baby, and he couldn’t get enough of it the second time around. He knew the moment wouldn’t last long. Kari would grow to a toddler, a teenager, to looking as beautiful as her mother in no time, and he had to savour these moments as they came.

“…elskling?”

Tadashi’s eyes shifted from bundle to blue eyes, looking between the daughter and the wife he’d almost lost months prior. “Nothing, just… falling asleep standing up.” He grinned innocently, running a hand through his hair. “Do you want me to take over?”

“No, it’s alright. I don’t think she’ll wake now.” The careful handover was automatic, smooth and slick, with Tadashi carefully taking Kari from Elsa’s arms - Support the head! - and placing her into the cot as if she were bone china. He didn’t move an inch from the cot, even when warm arms slinked around his waist, a solid weight resting on his shoulder. He took Elsa’s hands, turning his head slightly to look towards the blonde mess on his shoulder.

“Coming back to bed? It’s chilly without you.”

Elsa’s voice resonated through him, warming his chest, “It’s alright. The cold doesn’t bother me.”

“Yeah, because you’re like a little… portable oven.” He grinned, patting her hands and turning around to face her. “And oven with an amazing voice, I might add… what was that you were singing?”

“So ro liten tull. Uhm… Sleep in peace, little one. Just a little lullaby.” Elsa’s nose and cheeks were warmed by Tadashi’s compliment, a reaction he loved to elicit.

Tadashi’s bottom lip shot out, the corners of his mouth downturned. “You never sing me lullabies.” He leaned down as Elsa chuckled, kissing her on her forehead. “Come on. Come and put me to bed.” He ran his hand down her arms, taking both her hands and leading her towards the door, looking back towards the cot and his precious daughter with a warm smile.

I love you, Kari…

… but please sleep through the night soon.

[naturepointstheway]

He - he said he'd lost many friends before...and he said the best way - the only way - to keep going, was to live as fully as possible.

Niklas, Chapter 10 of @morgaine2005‘s Winter of Discontent

Was just getting back into reading this beautiful Frozen fanfic, and this quote really stood out to me in the light of @thearendork‘s recent passing. Bittersweet and strange how I should come across such a beautiful quote right now at a time when we could use such a reminder in our sorrow.

[blunaowl]

After seeing the number of positive responses to my post about potentially holding an event in memory of @thearendork​, I would like to propose...

Ann Week 2016 | March 1st-6th

A week dedicated to celebrating the memory of Ann Asturias, 25th October 1984 - 5th February 2016.

Rather than restrict entries to Tadelsa, I’d like to see a wide variety of fandoms taking part, from everything from Frozen to Fire Emblem. I want to see oneshots, full blown multi-chapter fics, sketches, scribbles, and anything and everything else.

If you would like to contribute in another way, do so. Write a short message, a tribute, your thoughts, anything. Song lyrics, an excerpt from a book, anything. Anons are welcome. Think of this as an online book of condolence.

I’ve picked the first week of March, and I’ve created a blog specifically for the event. I’m thinking of uploading stories etc. during the week, and uploading tributes and messages on the 5th, the one month anniversary of Ann’s passing. Not to fret - I will happily post things that arrive after March 6th.

The blog for the event is @forthearendork​. 

You can submit entries via:

reblog - mention either myself or @forthearendork and I will reblog the post

ask - click here - be aware that functionality is probably limited using this method (anons accepted)

submit - click here - be aware that functionality is limited using this method

messaging - link me to whatever you’d like me to reblog (but I won’t reblog others’ work without their permission)

Please try to tag your entries using #forthearendork. This will help me reblog anything that isn’t submitted using the above methods.

If you’re struggling for an idea, I have an #OTP prompts tag that might prove helpful (there are some #brOTP things in there too), or you can visit this post for a list of OTP prompt blogs.

Finally, as a reminder to you all, if at any time you’d like to talk (about this or anything else), my message box or ask box is always open. If anyone has any questions, feel free to contact me.

<3

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One week.

I can’t believe it’s already been a week since Ann ( @thearendork ) passed away. :’( She was such a treasured part of the Frozen fandom as well as Tadelsa (Tadashi x Elsa). I may not been as close to her as some in the fandom were, but nevertheless I still feel and grieve for her loss. I don’t think there’s been a single day this past week I haven’t thought of her. On the night of the day we all found out the devastating news of her death, I cried myself to sleep, unable to believe that she was gone. That she would never be coming back.

I had forgotten how hard-hitting grief could be, and it hit me hard. I wandered through most of the last week like a ghost, just going through each day. There was a lot of thinking, a lot of just going back to her blog, and plenty of messaging with @geometrynerd and @raksha-the-demon - for whom I’m grateful to for their support and love. I had ended up called in sick to work the day after Ann’s passing, because I knew I wouldn’t cope with having to be in such a toxic work environment so soon (less than 24 hours) after Ann’s death. I even called off my normal volunteering on Tuesday, still not quite ready to go back to my normal routine. Only yesterday (Friday), did I finally go back into volunteering, even if it wasn’t for the whole day as normal. I’m so grateful to how compassionate they were at one of my volunteer places on Friday--helped me to cope with looming library work in the weekend.

Now I look at my clock and I see it is on 5pm. It was maybe a little after five when I first saw Aiko’s post, and had just sat there staring at the screen, feeling the blood drain from my face, unable to believe I was seeing it. And now, a week later, I still can’t quite believe it had happened.

While I’m trying to get back into my normal routine, I understand it isn’t going to happen overnight.

It’ll take time. Time to heal, time to accept.

We will never forget you, @thearendork.

We love you, Ann.

[gemel-dreamer]

the arendork

Hey so, I haven't had the chance to write anything till now. Even tho it's been some days since she was gone, I'm still processing that this actually happened. And even tho I didn't talk to her that much, I really loved her work and I've always been grateful that she never forgot me whenever she did something new. That was just something I really appreciated. She made me feel part of the fandom and that i was actually remembered and important. Thanks to her i became part of the Tadelsa fandom and met amazing people. I can't believe i'm never going to see new stuff of her again or found out i was tagged and be excited about what was I going to found out when i clicked the tag. But now the only thing i gotta do is to accept it and move on. For Ann. Because she always encouraged me to keep going. And I'll do my best to contribute to the fandom whenever possible. So even if I haven't posted anything of the fandom for a while, it's not because i'm less interested or forgot about it, but because of time. So there shall be a fanart anytime sooner or later. Also I'm so sorry for the people who was much closer to her *HUGS YOU*. If anyone needs to talk or something remember my chat and ask box is open. You can always count on me. I love you ALL so please stay safe <3

[drybananahippyhat]

@thearendork requested "date night" Tadelsa. ✨Caaaaaaaan you feel the loooooove toniiight?✨