#fantasy starter

Loki had always enjoyed being the center of attention. Being the one that everyone way looking at, and talking about, being admired and the best place to be the center of attention? A party! Or in this case, a gala.

It was hosted by The Crows, and being a member of the council that oversees The Crows he was obviously invited! It was different from the massive feasts Loki had gotten used to in his youth, this was quieter. cleaner. Atleast on the surface, but Loki knew it was all just a facade. The drama was all the same, just repackaged to look elegant and classy.

He didn't mind. This place was built on lies, and Loki loved a good lie. So he stood slightly off to the side, listening and watching. Catching every bit of gossip and drama, for when he finally decided to join a conversation.

Flushed with anger and amusement in equal parts, partly lit by the dying embers of her bed chamber's hearth, Isobel sat before her vanity. Long locks spilled between her fingers as she withdrew every pin and needle that had held it in place - her grey, fierce eyes meeting the other's gaze through the looking glass.

plot summary: a nice mixture of this post and this post. basically kier has manipulated y/m mind (could be they attempted to attack his kingdom, maybe they were someone he hunted in his woods, or they were a prisoner, i'll leave this up to you!) , making it difficult for your muse to re-adjust to life once they escaped him. but now kier has been haunting their dreams, beckoning them to return to him and the pull is stronger than y/m cares to admit. Pretty much give kier someone to manipulate

thread count: 0/3

KIER HADN'T EXPECTED THEM TO BEND so easily, to succumb to the distress he had sent to plague their mind. Then again, those who were not familiar with what he could do where doomed to fall victim to it. Still, to come seeking him so quickly, so willingly, it was enough to make the night king smile. And here they were, stumbling into his throne room, eyes searching for him. Kier stood slowly and descended the steps, the movement echoing off of the dark walls of the room as he came to stand in front of them. They reached up, clutching his clothing with shaking hands as he knelt in front of them, dark eyes meeting theirs. A twisted smile spreads over his lips as his hand cups the side of their face gently, like a mother comforting a frightened child.

A holiday themed meme for all your fantasy muses. Add REVERSE for role reversal.

[ KINGS OF HOLLY & OAK ] Sender takes reciever to a midwinter celebration in honour of the Holly King. Once there, reciever and sender get roped into enacting the rebirth of summer by playing the part of each king - Holly and Oak - in a ceremony meant to revitalise the Oak King from his long slumber.

[ CURSE OF THE WINTER WITCH ] Sender is struck in the heart by the witch's ice and reciever tries to thaw them by any means neccesary.

[ THE WILD YULE HUNT ] Reciever attends the Wild Hunt as one of the hunters and sender is (either willingly or not) this year's prey.

[ ETERNAL WINTER'S SONG ] The sender has cast a spell to cloak the land in eternal winter; reciever comes to plead or fight with them in order to undo the spell.

[ BONFIRE WARD ] Sender and reciever have been traversing a deep, dark wood as the clock strikes midnight at midwinter. The veil is at its thinnest, and the undead walk. Now reciever and sender must huddle up and keep watch over their fire through-out the night - for if it's snuffed, untold horrors await.

The dark eyes of the spinner moved over the area temptingly. He had been traveling for so long that it was difficult not to seek out another in such a trying time. "Dearie, dear...calling out without fear for the dark one to appear." His ears had perked up at the sound of his name in the wind. "What's led you down such a path that Rumpelstiltskin must be the one to save you!?" It was a welcoming tune to hear someone call for him after the journey he had taken.

"I am all ears and all-powerful, so please enlighten me, my dear."