#vattendras

    She was running, not quite sprinting, but certainly hasted as a wicked looking blizzard continues to blow in from the south. Prickles of panic form like frost in her chest, halting in fear as the falling snow begins to cloud her vision, cursing her own underestimation of the weather.

    “ Magna incinda. ” The words seem to hover and hum in the frigid air, carried on a misty breath. Then, suddenly, tongues of flame dance from her palms, eyes flashing gold for a blink of an instant if one were paying attention. The heat cuts through the bitter storm and ice, carving a path through the snow, giving her time to catch her bearings, and more importantly, saving her from a wintry death.

50 oddly specific headcanon asks . send me a number !

31. what is your muse’s first memory?

his first memory is probably the day he shifted for the first time. i think he might have extremely vague memories of the day he was initially bitten by the monkey and contracted sakutia, but he was a toddler and most of those memories have simply faded with time. 

i think if you were to ask him what his first memory was, yeah, he’d default to his first shift. not only because it was the first time he used his powers, but also because of the looks he received afterward. the way his parents, samuel and their present assistants stared at him is burned into his mind. 

there’s a possibility that he does retain some memories before this event, but he might not remember that they were prior to that day. like, kids don’t really have a fully realized sense of time at that age. so his real “earliest memory” might be a month or so before his shift, but since the shift is such an overpowering memory that had an emotional affect on him, it’s the one he would most likely remember as his “first” memory. 

32. How does your muse feel about crocs?

lmao i don’t think he cares enough to feel much of anything, honestly. 

he probably thinks they’re weird and silly ( and respects them for that; probably owns an obnoxiously pink or purple or black pair of his own ), but wouldn’t really wear them as they’re not ideal for being active. gar needs to either be totally barefoot or in a pair of shoes that allow him to climb, run, hike, etc etc. he almost never wears sandals or flip-flops for this reason. just. generally doesn’t wear open-toed shoes at all. 

the main reason he’d wear crocs is to go out of his way to annoy or embarrass vic ( or another friend ) tbh. if they’re having one of their petty arguments about music or movies or video games or food, he might wear’em around shamelessly just to make vic writhe internally and watch him suffer on a deep, emotional swag sort of level. 

“A bit of both, as it pleases you,” Tess retorted, reining in her temper even as she examined him through narrowed eyes. “But it may be better for you in the long run if my business is settled quickly.”

“Word’s spreading around the Goblin Market that a rusalka’s come to reside in the rivers around here. Folks only talked about catching a glimpse of some strange sickly-looking woman with vacant, lidless eyes, until eleven days ago. A hobgoblin selling suspiciously fresh human organs bragged that he’d found a young man’s body in the reeds by the water. No one thought too much of it until a local Ghillie Dhu raised hell over another dead man getting caught on his fishing line, only three days back.”

“Both men had been drowned, but not eaten. Their faces had been disfigured and there were bruises around their wrists and throats where they’d been dragged into the water. Both were found with strands of red hair around their necks. Unfortunately, she’s been seen since, so whoever she’s trying to kill is still on the loose.”

LANGUAGE OF THORNS STARTERS. || accepting/open to all

The Nymph considered a moment before replying. “For the safety of the majority, I suppose. Imagine if one of us were to be discovered by humans at an inopportune moment - say, near the home of a family member. Suppose then the humans found us threatening and attacked. We cannot risk endangering our loved ones or our kindred.”

With a soft sigh she rested her cheek against the warm rock which she was leaning against, half out of the water. “I understand your frustration. It is unfair, to say the least. I admit I’ve often found myself longing for the freedom our kind had in the old days, before humans became so very common.” She wrinkled her nose. “Pests.”

        ❛ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓷𝓽 - 𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 , ❜  she begins , tone lacking ,  ❛  Hold a particular shine under my eye . Consider it nothing but sympathy-driven sentiment if you wish , it is the truth all the same .  ❜           She was , of course , once the ill-mannered child spurred on in her temper by a similar absence of such things . One who knew so might well argue that she has not truly grown out of it even in all these thousands of years . But that will not stop her blatant favoritism and emotional whims , and despite self-awareness , neither will she .                                                 (  is she not queen after all ?   )           Toothiana hovers before the boy herself now , ushers open his mouth in his trance-induced state with no effort to wake him , and examines briefly . And seemingly satisfied given what she sees in those few moments , she turns while continuing with a lasting leveled tone .

          ❛    I ask that you would give him the two years or so it will take for him to lose his last baby teeth . Perhaps by then he will have changed , or left this place far behind . A small chance , all things considered . Chances are I am merely prolonging your meal a short while .   ❜ 

// it’s so pretty though!!