land-of-snows

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In which I headcanon that “bracing shower” is a euphemism for touching yourself.  Rated E.  Spoilers for 6x18.


Killian stomped up the stairs, a pleasant tingle in his fingers and toes that made him feel heavy and tingly.

“Tingly,” he whispered to himself, shaking his head, and his hand for good measure.  He grabbed a hold of the railing when he nearly slipped on the landing, socks sliding on the slick wooden floors.

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zanmor  asked:

Re: player expectations and the Viking set. I for one don't think snow lands are any sort of must. I want creature type viking and I don't want them to have horned helmets.

Just curious. If we did a Viking Set, which of the following would you prefer:

a) Have the Viking creature type but no horns on their helmet

b) Have the Viking creature type and horns on their helmet

c) Not have the Viking creature type and no horns on their helmet

d) Not have the Viking creature type but horns on their helmet

As always, please explain why.

honestly, i just can’t get over monty’s scene in 4x02 where he frees the people instead of killing the ice nation warrior. his actions are so tied together with what we know about his father in that moment - with such a surprising outcome - that i can’t help myself but literally scream and declare my undying love for my stormcloud and hero - because that is what he is to me, lets be real.

like, remember when hannah and pike told him about his father in 3x02?:

Monty: I need to know what happened.

Hannah: Monty…

Monty: Please.

Hannah: We landed in the snow. Your father said it absorbed some of the impact. That’s why we survived. The snow looked so beautiful, it… Charles?

Pike: The children were playing in it. They were the first to die… 15 of them. If not for your father, would’ve been more. He pulled 4 kids back into the ship, all 4 alive today. They got him when he went back for the fifth. Your father died a hero, Monty.

when monty is confronted with the person who killed his father in 4x02 and bryan tells him that this is his kill (suggesting revenge) we see bellamy tell him that he doesn’t have to do this, because monty is thrust into a corner in which he has to make a rather hard decision - one that is not just gonna affect him, but will also affect the people around him. but then monty says “yeah i do”, and all initial thoughts are cracked open and pushed into another direction.

i get chills every time now, because i know he is going to use the axe to break the chains (three strong hits) and free the slaves. and just, i’m so aware of how much that action contrasts his first choice. to take the hydro generator and leave farm station without saving the 25 people and sacrifice them for the greater good? that decision is juxtaposed the second he uses the axe, a tool that is so drastically associated with violence and death, to free the people.

and it gets even wilder:

he literally gives riley a nod that says “this is your kill”.

and they do. they attack the ice nation warrior and kill him with their bare hands (what a crazy way to put emphasis on the fact that the slaves can use their hands now btw. while the axe, a deathly tool, frees them from the chains around their wrists, we also see that once they get to freedom, they get to use it to kill someone). and i know, people like to mention how monty indirectly gets his revenge through the 25 people, but i think the greater part of all this is that he is actually (partly) coming out as a hero, just like pike told him his father were. conflicted yes, but also willing to finish what they have started.

it’s an act (decision) that sits heavily on his shoulders, one he never had the chance to even remotely prepare himself for, unlike with the hydro generator, but this was a big moment for him, especially as a person, nonetheless.

he can be so hauntingly calculating during missions, but then he can also be ready for other dramatic shifts that highlight the kindred spirit that he is. i really wonder how this experience will affect him personally and his mindset over the course of the show tbh, considering that they couldn’t bring home the one thing they went to farm station for, but still got to save lifes. there is a reason the writers played with two choices and it’s exciting as much as it is unsettling. it’s clear that he is going to have to make more hard decisions in the future…

anyway. i’m rambling but god, the stakes are truly higher than ever before. i don’t think i’m ready for this season after all lmao.

Vivillias- “Are you wearing my shirt?”

More Vivillias, because you can never have enough!! Really short and spontaneous fic, because I needed to clear my mind about from studying.


As soon as the meeting was over, Kallias winnowed away from the Summer Court as fast as he could. Tarquin had offered them rooms to stay at, but Kallias had wanted to go home to his mate.  It was already late enough as it was and he had been there for three days.  

The heat had become stifling in that time, summer blowing in full force on the eastern coastline of Adriata and Kallias, used to the harsh and unforgiving cold weather of the Winter Court, was uncomfortable to say the least.

The sun had set hours ago and a small breeze had flowed through the open meeting room where they had discussed for the past few days.  Kallias was grateful for the breeze, but he was even happier as he winnowed away, already bidding farewell to the other High Lords and High Lady, and landed in the snow of the Winter Court.  

Frozen wind whipped across his face, and snowflakes gathered on his jacket as he stamped off his boots before entering the palace.

The halls were silent so late at night, and guards on duty nodded to him as he passed by.

He walked quietly down the hall towards their rooms.  Viviane had not come to this meeting, as High Lady of the Winter Court, she had stayed behind to settle some of her own matters in the time he was away.  

The aftermath of Amarantha had hit them hard, and she had stayed to deal with those issues while he dealt with the High Lords.  

Kallias hated leaving Viviane, even for only such a short time.  Fifty years had been too long, and he never wanted to spend another moment without her.  

Kallias turned the knob into their bedroom quietly as to not wake his sleeping mate.  His boots were already off and he quickly unbuttoned his jacket and pants, throwing them over a chair.

He was so exhausted he thought he might just pass out as soon as his head hit the pillow.  

As he padded over to the bed he slowly pulled back the covers and dived under their warmth.  

The bed shifted beneath him and Viviane curled up on her side next to him.  Apparently he hadn’t been as quiet as he thought, or she just knew he was home, whether it had something to do with the mate bond, or some other instinct, he didn’t know.

Viviane buried her face into his neck and placed a hand on his chest, giving a sleepy sigh.  He wrapped one of his arms around her and kissed her forehead, running his hand down her hip to her bare legs. When his hands ran back up they got tangled in her shirt.  Then he noticed, “Are you wearing my shirt?” he whispered to his mate.

Viv nodded, and mumbled, “I missed you while you were away.”

It was his favorite shirt and he had to admit, he loved when she wore his clothes; loved when she was wrapped in his scent.

Kallias smiled sleepily as he kissed her softly this time, shifting lower into the blankets and closer to his mate before promptly falling asleep.

Tell Me You’re Okay

Request from anon: Hello! Could I please request a fic where Draco gets injured playing quidditch and tries to hide it from the Reader so he doesn’t seem weak in front of her but she finds out and looks after him because she secretly loves him? 

Thanks for the request :) ~reminder that I’m offline until the 16th June, these are all queued posts~

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You were sat in the Gryffindor stand with your scarf wrapped tightly around your  body. Even though today’s game was Slytherin vs. Ravenclaw, you, Seamus, Dean, Fred, George, Hermione, Ron, Harry and Ginny insisted on turning up to support the teams. Although you didn’t tell anyone, you were secretly there just to watch Draco Malfoy. You’d promised him you’d be there despite the freezing conditions; the hail and snow was pelting down upon the players and the wind was making them swerve unexpectedly. “Talk about team spirit.” Ron muttered when another gust of wind washed over all of you. You shivered, but you knew the players had it worse off. “We’re here to support them…” Hermione replied, her voice cracking through her chapped lips. “Are you sure it’s not just so that Harry can watch Cho?” Seamus asks, laughing. Harry turns a shade of crimson before replying. “Shut up, I’m just observing her… tactics.” You shake your head, trying to obscure the fact that you’re only there for the Slytherin Seeker.

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