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whyse7vn · 9 months

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THE OTHER WOMAN -

[ ot7 x reader ]

tan 😰

8 participants - 8 online

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tae: why did the the whole world get to see where yoongi’s tattoo was before me

jk: rumour has it that he doesn’t like you

yoongi: i do not like you

tae: it’s not good to believe all rumours jungkook

jk: ur right sorry

yoongi: i said i do not like you

tae: who are you taking to???

yoongi: nvm bye

y/n: how did you not know where the tattoo was??

tae: he didn’t tell me?

yoongi: you never asked

tae: i shouldn’t have to ask

yoongi: shut the fuck up

jimin: omg???

hobi: by newjeans?

y/n: anyways i need advice

hobi: by taemin?

jimin: WHERE?????????????????

y/n: but i need you all not to be weird about it

tae: daddy is here 4 u

namjoon: tae wtf

jin: clearly that’s asking a lot

jk: i’m a great advice giver

yoongi: you have never given advice in ur life

jimin: why would we be weird about it?

y/n: i’m going on a date

jk: WHAT

yoongi: oh?

jin: finally

jimin: congrats

tae: no ur not wtf

hobi: okayyyyyy

namjoon: nice!

jimin: stop talking like that

namjoon: who?

jimin: NiCe 🤓👍🏻

hobi: aju nice?

namjoon: i don’t see the issue

jimin: never say that shit again

jk: IS THIS SOME SORT OF SICK JOKE

tae: i rebuke this devil

hobi: devil by the window by txt

jin: IT’S WITH MINGYU ISN’T IT OH MY GOD IM SO SMART THATS WHY HES BEEN AROUND SO MUCH OH MY GOD

jimin: that’s crazy jungkook isn’t he ur bff

jk: SHE NEVER SAID IT WAS WITH HIM DONT BELIEVE EVERYTHING YOU READ

tae: guys it’s time i fess up

it’s me

y/n: never lie like that again

tae: don’t tell me it’s actually that rat

y/n: rat???

jimin: it’s so him omg

hobi: aju nice fr wow

jk: SAY THIS IS A JOKE OH MG GOD PLS PLS LLS PLS PLS

y/n: it’s a joke

jk: see lol knew it lol that was so funny my goddddd loll WOW LOL UR SO FUNNY OHBMY GODDD😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂😂

tae: mingyu kills people he’s a real bad guy trust me

y/n: maybe i’m into that

jin: omg she’s a freak guys

that’s kinda hot

hmu when ur done with him lol

yoongi: get a grip

jk: I NEED A CIGARETTE

jimin: ew

hobi: smoking kills!!!

namjoon: what did you need advice about anyways?

jk: MY ADVICE IS DONT GO

y/n: doesn’t matter

i realised that asking you guys for advice is the worst idea i’ve ever had

tae: i say you take all his money then shoot him

jimin: tae are you still broke be honest

tae: shut the fuck up???

jimin: get ur money the fuck up???

namjoon: enough

hobi: that was so elsa of you joon

enough anna I SAID ENOUGH🫸🏻❄️👩🏼‍🦰➡️🥶

yoongi: what

hobi: i think i’m depressed

y/n: i’ll kiss it better

tae: WHORE??????

HELLOOOOOO

SOMEONE TELL MINGYU THE DATE IS CANCELLED

CUT THE CAMERAS BLOCK HIS NUMBER SHOOT HIM UP

jin: ur severely troubled

jk: tbis is what heart break feljsl like….

jimin: he’s drunk already???

jk: the other womajn 💔

hobi: mingyu is a man

jk: *tjhw otjker maynne 💔

jimin: jungkook is bilingual since when??

hobi: what language was that?

y/n: jungkook are you crying???

jk: njever?????

yoongi: ur gross

tae: real men cry

and then shoot up other men called mingyu

right jungkook???

jk: iwnag to killl nyself

y/n: i won’t go

yoongi: wtf no?

y/n: you want me to go??

yoongi: that’s not what i said

jin: he’s upset that ur gonna cancel on mingyu for jungkook and not him

wow i’m just on a roll today

tae: what about me

hobi: what about you???

tae: if you want to fight just say that

i’m ready

hobi: i want you gone

tae: in what context?

hobi: life????

jimin: AWOMANNNNNNN

namjoon: guys if we were actually nice to each other everyone could actually be happy in life

tae: i wish nothing but the worst for you

hobi: that would upset adele

jimin: who????

hobi: i wish nothing but the best for youuuuuuuuuuuuuu

jimin: ???

hobi: kys

jimin: wtf

hobi: sorry the voices take over sometimes

y/n: taes schizophrenia takes another victim yet again

tae: my what?

y/n: i’m a born singer 💜💜💜

yoongi: are you really not going because of jungkook??

y/n: oh

ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm

jk: ple😰😭😕😢

jimin: i say go

fuck yoongi fuck jungkook and definitely fuck tae!

tae: i would NEVER sleep with you

jimin: ur actually the dumbest person i’ve met

yoongi: she’s done that already

tae: ????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????????

jk: NONONONONINONONONONONONI

hobi: sighs when will we see peace in the gc?

y/n: you did not just type “sighs”

hobi: sighs again i did and ur gonna deal with it

y/n: you make me heave

hobi: sighs for the last time boys heave when they talk to you

i’m heaving!

jin: tf is wrong with hoseok today??

hobi: the voices

yoongi: are you avoiding my question

tae: no?

yoongi: i am not taking to you

tae: ok make that clear next time wtf

yoongi: why would i ever need to talk to you???

tae: i think yoongi’s on his period guys

namjoon: you are actually asking to get beat up tae

and i am not helping you this time

tae: literally came out the womb swinging try me bitch

jk: i’m sjookso sad i can’t take thjids sigk lifeanymore

jimin: me when i’m illiterate and ugly

jk: i’m not ugly

jimin: so now you can spell?

jin: you must be ugly cuz how tf the girl you been chasing ur whole life going on a date with your best friend she’s known for like a few months 💀💀

y/n: i’ve known mingyu for way more than a few months what the hell

jk: OH MY GEJDOEENEJEJJEJE

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namjoon: he’ll get over it

jk: KILL MESHSJJSJSJSJSJSDJJSJEJEJEJDJJDJDJDJCNNDNDNDNDNDNDNDNDN/£:£:££:!:!;£;!;£:£;£;!;!;!;£;!;£;£,!,’xnznn-&2&2873&:&:&2&:&&2&:&&:/&£2&2&2&/&/£:£:£:!.!!,!!,!,!!!!!!!!!najsjsjsjsjjsjdjdjdjjdjjj&&.£££.£:!!.’dnsndjsjsjdidjdisiwjsjsjsjakxkxkjjdjdjdjjxjdjxj

namjoon: i hope

hobi: jhope?

jin: this is real sad i’m just saying

tae: tell me about it

ik ur going out with mingyu out of pity but you can’t give a guy false hope like

that yk?

jin: why in ur right mind would you ever think i’m agreeing with YOU?

tae: excuse me??

be on the right side of history jin

jimin: you should of died at birth or something

tae: i told you i came out swinging there is no way death could of taken me

i’m above it

y/n: ur above death?

tae: yeah why???

u think it’s hot?

jk: weLL IM NOT ABOVE IT AT ALL AND IM ABOUT TO KMS

jimin: thank god

yoongi: get a fucking grip

tae: yoongi square up

yoongi: fuck off

tae: you all witnessed it yoongi backed down

he shook in fear as the mighty kim taehyung raised his fist in rage

hobi: i feel empty

y/n: hobi are you ok?

hobi: are we about to kiss rn?

tae: TELL MINGYU AGAIN

GET THE SS

THIS ISNT ON

sHES A SLUTTTT

namjoon: tae shut up

like actually

tae: :(

jk: NAMJOON TELL HER

jimin: here we go

namjoon: ???

jk: PUT UR FOOT DOWN AS LEADER

SHE CANT GO TELL HER

NO DATING UNTIL SHES 30

namjoon: she’s a grown woman she can do what she wants

hobi: namjoon feminist president

jin: real

jk: UR NO LONGER COOL

AND U SHOULD OF NEVRF BEEN OUR LEADER

YOU LACK LEADERSHIP SKILLS

AND UR BALD NOW

FOR SOME REASON

U NASTY BALD MAN

I HATE YOU I HATE YOUUUUUUUUSHHSJDNX

y/n: i felt bad

but now i no longer do

i’m going

jimin: feminism on the riseeeee

kill all men!!!

hobi: ur a man?

jin: barely

jimin: do not fucking start with me you old hag

jin: OLD HAG???

jimin: YEAH GLAD YOU CAN READ

namjoon: sighs

hobi: it really frees ur emotions doesn’t it joon?

namjoon: yeah

sighs

jin: DONT BE MAD CUZ UR SCRAPING 5’4

jimin: EXCUSE ME???????

tae: i blame mingyu for all of this

yoongi: do you ever shut the fuck up???

tae: i was quite for a whole 5 minutes?

namjoon: sighs

jk: SO UR TELLING ME SHES GOING ON THJS DATE FOR REAL LIKE NO JOKE REAL LIFE??????????

hobi: wish i was super tuna jin rn

y/n: you guys are like bugs no matter how many times i step on you

you don’t die

namjoon: SIGHS

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mr-practice-officer-from · 2 days

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#corrie yee #desire #ugly #mythology #your lie in april #entrapta #germany #italian #dark acamedia #accessories

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deadbydangit · 3 months

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helloooooo!!!

i wanted to request something if you dont mind :)

how do you think the killers (of your choice) would react to string tricks? like a survivor that specializes on doing very fun tricks with strings?

if this is very confusing, sorry 😅

thanks!

I'm not too sure what string tricks are, but I do know of yo-yo tricks. I can write about that. I hope that's an okay substitute. Please enjoy.

With a reader who could do yo-yo tricks: Mastermind, Hillbilly, Huntress

Mastermind

A yo-yo?

"Aren't you a bit old for that?"

"That seems rather childish."

Don't let Wesker's pretentious talking discourage you from doing what you love.

Just because he finds it childish doesn't mean he'll make you stop.

He wishes you would spend time learning something more useful.

Alas, he will not complain about it.

"Well, I suppose it promotes good hand eye coordination."

"Very well dearheart. If it makes you that happy."

People outright tell you to leave him alone, but he isn't too interested in your tricks.

Again, it just isn't something that's practical.

"Why don't you practice something useful. Like using a gun or learning the chemical formulas I'm studying?"

His idea of fun and your idea of fun may be totally different.

However, he does enjoy seeing the look on your face when you're practicing.

You have this child-like innocence that he finds irresistible and adorable.

Like, for that moment, you're able to ignore all the horrible awful things in the world.

Like you're able to focus on only the good and pure things.

He actually finds himself rather jealous.

During times when he feels like everything is hopeless he'll often come and watch you.

It gives him a sense of hope that he had otherwise thought he had lost.

"Dearheart, would you please show me that trick where the yo-yo goes over your head? I enjoy that one."

Even if he finds the talent ridiculous, he loves seeing the joy on your face.

Hillbilly

"What's that?"

Max has never seen one before.

Maybe on tv, but never in real life.

He was deprived of all those fun things a normal child would have.

Even doing the most basic thing with the yo-yo Max finds amazing.

So when you show him tricks?

He's in awe.

Like he had seen a unicorn or something.

"Again!"

You'll hear that at least five more times after you've done a trick.

He can't help it.

The person he loves the most doing such amazing things?

"It's magic!"

You'll have to explain to Max that, no, it isn't magic.

He wants to try!

You can try and teach him, but he'll usually end up hitting himself in the face trying to do some elaborate trick.

He's easily discouraged because he has been told his whole life that he was useless.

But don't let him give up. Make sure you show him the basics and do so slowly.

He'll pick it up eventually.

And when he does, you better believe he'll be showing you the trick about 50 times.

Even if it's just making the yo-yo go up and down like normal.

He's really trying hard to impress you, so make sure you praise him a lot.

Huntress

Like Max, Anna will also be in awe.

However, she knows that it isn't magic.

She does think it's some sort of weapon though.

She had never seen a yo-yo before.

She'll want to try out this new and unique 'weapon' of yours.

You're going to have to explain to her that no, it isn't a weapon.

That it's a hobby; a toy you could learn tricks with.

To her, anything could be used as a weapon. But she won't break your favorite toy by trying to use it as a weapon.

She knows doing something like that would hurt you. It would be like someone breaking her mask.

As someone who has practiced the art of throwing hatchets meticulously, she appreciates the time and effort you've put into learning the yo-yo.

Even if it doesn't do any damage, she's still really impressed by you.

She might want to try it.

Make sure you show her how to hold it properly and the correct strength to use.

We all know how strong Anna is and how unaware she is of that strength.

She might accidentally yank the string so hard the yo-yo part comes off.

If that's happened she'll be devastated and crying, begging for your forgiveness.

Asure her that you aren't upset.

You'll just have to teach her to be a little more careful.

She's a fast learner, she picks up on things very quickly.

And, with her axe throwing skills, she's able to learn the yo-yo even faster.

She claims the wrist flicking motions are very similar.

Once she gets good enough, try and find her own yo-yo.

Because she'll be playing with it all the time.

And, when she has her own, she'll get to play with you.

To her, that's the best part about it.

#dbd imagines #dbd ask blog #dbd x reader #dbd killer #dbd mastermind #dbd huntress #dbd hillbilly

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moonspirit · 14 days

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💕if you get this, answer w/ three random facts about yourself and send it to the last seven blogs in your notifs. anon or not, doesn’t matter, let’s get to know the person behind the blog!

Helloooooo anna :3

There's very little you don't know about me tho...

I was part of my school's Judo team, and went on to attend a few tournaments. I didn't pursue it after graduating tho :O~

I like to sing! I trained professionally for around 12 years starting from when I was in elementary school, but then I stopped once I started Uni.

I love love love spicy food and have high tolerance to it :3 I will willingly set fire to my stomach and die happilly, too.

#ask #annawayne

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butterfly-indulgence · 9 months

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14DWY Sona

A/N: Finally done with my angel sona for 14 Days With You! The game was made by @14dayswithyou ! Please check it if you haven't already! It's so good 😭) I might have gone crazy with this but I love making lore.

Credits to: @animatedglittergraphics-n-more for the loading bar!

System W01210 booting up...

> Hello helloooooo~ Greetings! System W01210 at your service!(◕‿◕)♡

> Having a good day? I hope you are! Now, sit down and get comfy because I'm gonna be telling you about my favooooorite host, Miss Anna! Hooray! Lemme pull out her profile... it should be here somewhere...

profile.jpg opening...

> There we go! Isn't she adorable???( ´ ∀ `)ノ～ ♡ Her sense of style is 1000/10, don'cha think? Bet you wanna learn more about her, right? Right? Of course you do! Cause it's Miss Anna after all! Let's see... her lore... maybe I should have used powerpoint... too many files!

lore.txt opening...

In her original world, Anna was a normal girl living in the Philippines. Due to some unfortunate circumstances, she got murdered by an insane woman that had a grudge against her father.

After she died, her soul met a mysterious system that wanted to make her happy. It has the ability to bring her soul to a different world and giving her a new life since her original one had a tragic ending. But Anna didn't want to live in a new world. She wanted to go back to her original one; back to her family and friends.

Unfortunately, she was already considered dead, so the system can't do that. It's the natural Law of Worlds - once someone dies, they can never return. But still, Anna insisted. She wanted to be with her loved ones until the very end. Seeing that she was adamant about her decision, the system made a deal with her.

It will bring her to different worlds, each with their own story and Anna's task would be to achieve the happy endings of those worlds. Obtaining the happy ending gives Anna points and those would be used to give the system more power. Gain enough points, and the system would be able to defy the Law and bring her back to her original world.

> Sounds super exciting, right? So thrilling! ...And very tragic.

> Can I tell you a secret? This stays between us, okay?

> ...I lied.

> There's no point system. Nothing could ever give me enough power to defy the Law. I just didn't want Miss Anna to die. I made that deal so I can show her different worlds, hoping that one of them would compel her to let go of her lingering attachment to her old world. I think Miss Anna knows that I'm lying... but she's always been stubborn... clinging to that small ray of hope no matter how fake it is.

> That's why, I'm glad that I found 14 Days With You! The world suits Miss Anna's tastes! It's such a good match. A normal world where she lives a peaceful life... and there's someone that absolutely loves her there too! Hehe~ (─‿‿─)♡

14dwy_plot.txt opening...

Anna views the worlds she's been to as stepping stones. They were just ways for her to get more points. She never bothered to get close with anything or anyone she met in them. She just needed to act, complete the missions given to her by the system, achieve the ending, get out. Rinse and repeat.

It was the same with the 14DWY world at first. Achieve the happy ending with Ren and get out. Which is why she picks the 'red flag' options earlier on, such as inviting Ren to her apartment and letting him spend the night. (She does not go into the woohoo zone however. That's too much. If she was going to do that, then it's with someone she genuinely loves.)

But over time, she starts to like the 14DWY world. She feels content with the life she has and that scares her.

She starts to fall for Ren as well, despite all his glaring faults brought to light by information the system gave her. Ren is a stalker, he's unstable, capable of murder, he's a dangerous person. But he's also the one that follows her around like a lost puppy with that soft smile on his face, he calls her Angel with such a happy and gentle tone, he asks for her consent and makes sure not to cross her boundaries - it made her feel light... and sick at the same time.

After these realizations, Anna closes herself off even more. She shoves her feelings aside and starts to act like a generic game protagonist. A blank slate, only relying on the system's options.

Once the 14 days are up, Anna prepares to leave - only for Ren to discover her secret.

> Ahh... Miss Anna... really, super stubborn. So I had to pull some strings~ Otherwise, she would have -

𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾! 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾! 𝕎𝔸ℝℕ𝕀ℕ𝔾! 𝕌𝕌𝕌𝕌𝕌𝕌ℕℕℕℕℕℕ𝕀𝔻𝔼ℕ𝕋𝕀𝔽𝕀𝔼𝔻 𝕌𝕊𝔼𝔼𝔼𝔼ℝℝℝℝ 𝔻𝔼𝕋𝔼ℂ𝕋-.././\]][][]𝟚𝟛\]𝟙𝟜ℚ𝟝𝟛𝟟𝟛𝟠𝟞𝟚𝟛𝟝ℝ𝟟ℝ𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ𝔼ℝℝ𝕆ℝ𝔼ℝℝ𝕆---

. . .

d o n o t

i t o l d y o u t o n e v e r m e n t i o n t h a t b u l l s h i t a g a i n

> Ahahaha sorry sorry but our dear readers need details you know?

i d o n t c a r e

s h e w i l l s t a y i n t h i s w o r l d w i t h m e

i w i l l m a k e h e r h a p p y

t h e r e i s n o o t h e r o u t c o m e

> Fine fine... so scary...

> Uwah! look what you did! you corrupted some of the files... ugh, fine. I'll tell the ending myself...

. . .

> Ahem! Sorry about that! Just experienced a brief error. No big deal~ Anyways...

> Ren found out about her world hopping and they had a... confrontation. It contained a lot of yelling, tears, and breakdowns... but that's a private affair between the two love birds, so I won't go into much detail. Though it did end with Anna giving up her butterfly charm to Ren.

> Why would the butterfly charm matter? Well, it's what establishes the connection between Miss Anna and I! That's why she always carries it around! And I must say, it makes a good accessory, yeah? Very stylish! Have I not mentioned that before? Oops. Teehee~ Now you know!

> Okay, back to Miss Anna giving Ren the butterfly charm. I'm in the way, you see? As long as Miss Anna has the butterfly charm, then she'll be able to travel through worlds. As I've said before, it's a fake ray of hope that she can cling to. That's why, in order for her to finally let go, Ren destroys it, thus severing the connection.

> After those events, Miss Anna will go on to live her life in Corland Bay with Ren! Happy ending! Woohoo!

> I'm a bit sad that my connection to Miss Anna is destroyed. I'm gonna miss her so much (；人；) I can still watch over her, but I can't talk to her anymore...

> Oh well. It was necessary.

> And that brings us to the end of this little story time. I hope you all enjoyed your time here! Even with the unexpected guest.

> ...Speaking of which... seems he's gone? He must have run off to Miss Anna again. How cute! ...Wanna know the other outcome that guy was so desperate to delete...?

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> Hehe... goodbye for now!

System W01210 shutting down...

Have a nice life!

#epilogue: they both go to therapy #14 days with you #14dwy #14 days with you angel sona #14dwy angel sona #original character #myart #sona

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athleticbilbao · 3 months

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ANNA GASPER IS GAY HELLOOOOOO

#i saw she posted an insta story of her kissing another woman but tbh that means nothing could just be very good friends #but i checked the other girl's insta AND THEY ARE INDEED GFS AND JÉSSICA ALSO FOLLOWS HER GF HGDFDSFJLIJDSA true ally #i have a selfie with gasper heck yeah

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distortedclouds · 4 months

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Helloooooo clouds!!! For the fic writer Year in Review!

1, 3, 16, 18, 22

Well hello there :)

What’s something new that you tried in a fic this year? How did it turn out and would you do it again?

I already gave an answer with Anna, but maybe.... fluff?

It's fun! gets me screaming giggling kicking my feet warm sort of way. I just prefer my fics with a dash of pain

3. What’s something you learned about yourself as a writer?

That I right in bursts.

No longer going to escape this fact when it's been evident throughout 2023 (and even 2022). Things rarely take me "a long time" a chapter that takes me a month to write is just three weeks of doing nothing and 1 weeks of feverish writing

16. What were you go-to writing songs?

Hmm.... while a bit of a cliché Mitski's My Love Mine All Mine was actually a HUGE inspiration for A leaf in the wind is all I want

youtube

Other than that, you know that Of Monsters and Men are my go-to for lyrical inspiration and they've yet to fail me!

A lot of taylor swift but those are mostly vibes rather than straight up inspiration

18. What was the hardest fic to title?

I... don't care much about titles. A lot of them is either direct lyrics or something I come up with literally minutes before posting so yeah...

while not really 2023, but Black Water was the first and last time I stressed out about a fic title. Fun fact! It was very very almost named "let your colors bleed and blend with mine" for OMAM's Crystals (which is an indirect inspiration for BW as well you're welcome to analyze that but i'd advice against it) It was that title in the AO3 drafts right until the moment I posted the first chapter. Changed it last minute!

22. Share an excerpt from your favorite scene

You know I love this one!

Black Water, Ch 20

Where the bedroom door stands half open, Armin is offered a peek into the space often kept private. There, Annie is sprawled on the bed and he gets why she didn’t need to burn into his reserve of firewood; she’s tucked under a pair of thick covers, one knitted and one woven, but she’s not clutching her arms and legs to her core; not bunching up the blankets to her chest because he’s not around to help her stay warm. From where he’s standing, Armin can see her chest rise and fall with predictable ease and he thinks he might miss winter once it’s fully gone, replaced with suffocating heat and humidity that wedge themselves between their bodies, forcing them to peel off blankets and minimize contact during their slumber. That’s a shame, for sure, but for now, he could stand in the door and count her breaths, in and out, until she stirs awake or maybe until the soles of his feet grow sore.

wow what a wild year!

#ask #Moonspirit

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tosimornottosim · 2 years

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Anna: “Helloooooo!”

Constanze: “Oh! Anna, good afternoon.”

Nadja: “Aaaa!”

#royal simblr #ts4 royal simblr #ts4 #sims 4 #the sims 4 #The Royal Family of Iphigenia

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angiegallery · 2 days

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Helloooooo ! Si le coeur t'en dit, j'adorerai avoir de nouveaux avatars pour ma belle. Je suis sur Cleyn donc on peut y aller sur le sexy haha. Elle s'appelle Anna Louie Austin sur Insta. Et puis aucun problème si tu n'as pas de temps à consacrer à ça, je faisais juste essayer parce que j'adore ta patte ! Merciiiiii -

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burymeinblack2022 · 3 years

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i can’t believe they replaced my girl vanya with a fuckin cube.. 😭😭😩💀

#txt #a sentient cube...#anyways fuck sir reginald hargreeves all my homies hate sir reginald hargreeves #helloooooo cazzie david...i see u ma'am..#the cube can 'induce paralysing fear'..u mean like vanya when she goes full wv?? they rly said dollar store vanya..but make it a cube #anyways this is just rly histerical lmao #Umbrella Academy #tua s3 #ua s3 #umbrella academy season 3 #tuatv #wow anna said something #anna's shitposts #what the fuck gerard lmao #and they still treat A CUBE better than vanya..i'm tired lol #@ reggie just say u hate bad bitches and go #the cube is 'a sibling' what the fawk

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shesnake · 5 years

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What! A time! To be! Alive! What a time to be alive!

Anna and the Apocalypse (2017) dir. John McPhail

#akajustmerry #horroredit #anna and the apocalypse #john mcphail #ella hunt #film #fm #gif #*#*aata #q #helloooooo go watch this movie it's on at dendy rn #1k

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footballandfiasco · 2 years

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🍓 helloooooo!

girl <3

first of all, what you wrote about me was so cute brb I will frame that & hang it on my wall!! you are so good with words wow <3

I looove the life & times of liz. literally one of the most entertaining things I have on my dash right now. especially your updates on learning german are so damn funny! i love to read about it. also, german is such a weird language so I am absolutely in awe of you for learning it. (I would never try that if it wasn't my mother tongue) keep going, it's so cool :)

apart from that, you are so, so kind <3 and you got me into loving lewy & anna more (as I should lmao)! just stay as you are, I think you are precious! 💗💗💗

send me a 🍓 & I'll compliment you!

#stay safe! <3 #love you 🥺#asks #🍓

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hometoursandotherstuff · 3 years

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In New York City, renting is no joke when the landlord decides to sell your building. Here Anna bids farewell to her colorful studio apt. that she had to pack up and move.

Anna says, “The perk to living in an apartment that is basically just a big rectangle is helloooooo wall space for a BIG gallery wall! Haha, I'm a sucker for a good gallery wall so I filled this baby up.”

Fill the walls both high and low. Notice the Washi Tape on the walls- it’s removable, which is great for renters.

Curtains and art frame the bed.

The bed and couch are side-by-side, and a window w/a tiny ledge opens to the kitchen.

The small kitchen has standard rental apt. oak cabinets, but it does have a subway tile backsplash.

View of the bed and couch- Anna uses lots of patterns & colors- many in the form of fabrics.

“Another fun touch in the studio was my ‘confetti wall’ above my bar cart. To add a little fun to that wall I got 2 different types of gold paper and used a die cut punch to create the little circles. Pop a little double sticky tape on them and voila, confetti wall!,” says Anna.

Aren’t her colorful suitcases cute?

“I also had the most adorable little balcony that I LOVED! The perk to being on the top floor was there was nothing above me too -- the one perk to living in a 5th floor walk-up! Haha.” In true Anna fashion, the balcony was just about as colorful as the apartment!

“Little colorful studio, you are missed! Especially my extra dose of girliness, or as (boyfriend) Chris referred to it as my "Barbie dream house" decor. Well, that's a wrap!” To see her new digs, (she went black & white), click on the blog link below.

https://annaosgoodby.com/blog/getting-colorful-on-the-balcony

#colorful studio apt.#studio apt. inspiration #studio apt. NYC

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gryfon-spanish-werewolf · 3 years

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Update to Soft Cover: Of A Feather, a story about an ice church at the bottom of the world and some angels, one fallen, one demoted. Request by @snowmanmelting that I am very VERY late on, but hopefully that will all be forgiven after reading xD

Can also be read below

Anna breathes deeply in the freezing, near arctic air of the church around her. The chill settles in her lungs, pooling in swirls before the heat of her body changes her exhale into a foggy cloud. She repeats the action again, focusing on the divine energy in her veins, the radiance of her feathers, and the glow of the halo above her head.

Anything to distract her from how ungodly cold her butt is on this literal ice floor.

Distracted, a chill leaps up Anna’s spine. Goosebumps shiver down her arms and she sighs, opening her eyes. The deep blue of the ice encompasses her, a place of worship carved from the glacier itself. Marvelous and stunning, a true feat of engineering, sculpting, and faith. Remarkable, beautiful.

Cold.

As more shivers rack her celestial body, Anna’s teeth begin to chatter. Repositioning herself a little, Anna attempts to resume her solitary meditation and prayer, but with a glum pout, she recalls instead the warmth of summer air and rustle of leaves in trees full of life and vigor. So different from her current surroundings - where once she enjoyed a place of open space and sunlight against skin, now Anna trembles in the cold and dark, where the sun holds no warmth and blinds instead of caresses.

And it’s all her fault.

But it’s fine. A century or so of consistent devotion and guidance for humanity will put Anna right back where she was, enjoying the breeze under her wings and the sparkles of the stars over the water. Patience is a virtue, she reminds herself as she closes her eyes once more, one that she has in spades. Or she will if she simply asks - being an angel and all, it would be granted immediately. Anna reaches for the tether to her divinity, a golden Light in her mind’s eye, feeling herself settle back to recharging the church with holy presence and serenity.

Until the resounding clack of steel-toed boots echoes throughout the chamber, shattering her focus and winking out the Light like a candle.

Anna scrambles to her feet, heart in her throat. Quickly she checks her glamor (a hand at her head, wrist, and knee) and adjusts the hang of her clothes. Simple white cloth, pinned at her shoulder, cinched at her waist. Her feet are bare as they press against the ice floor. The echoes continue and a shadow moves down the hall where the main room becomes a long hallway leading to the outside. The church is hardly ever closed and people come and go as they please in the days between services, but it is unusual that Anna would not sense them. Unusual also to not hear the heavy wooden doors groan open to admit the visitor.

Regardless, Anna concentrates on making herself presentable. Be they godly, then Anna is prepared; be they human they will find an empty hall for them to do what they need, unaware of the angel in the room, ready to assist.

The shadow proceeds across the wall, closer with every step. Anna tilts her head at a curious sound. Thick boots for crunching through ice and snow are typical this far beneath Earth’s equator, but these shoes don’t sound… right. They are loud for certain, but light, with a rhythmic one-two as opposed to the heavy clump of the whole boot. Perhaps a wanderer, Anna thinks, or a tourist.

But tourists typically gasp and “ooooh” and “aaaah” at the decor, walls, and sacred objects on display.

Not hopscotch back and forth on their toes while muttering curses.

Suddenly, Anna knows who this is. It’s really a shame she didn’t get around to asking for that Patience, because right now, she’s going to need every ounce that God has ever produced.

“Helloooooo!” Comes a cheery, high pitched voice. “Anyone home?”

A woman arrives around the corner. About average in height, slim in build, with pale skin, gleeful blue eyes, and long, unbound white hair. The strange footfall Anna had heard made perfect sense now as the woman steps further into the room, head turning this way and that, as her heels click and rebound in the icy chamber. She is certainly NOT dressed for the weather. No thick coat or furred gloves, no goggles or padded leggings - nothing at all remarkable - in fact she wears a similar outfit to Anna’s except in black. Simple cloth, pinned at her shoulder, cinched at her waist, baring her arms and calves.

No. Not a visitor at all.

A trespasser.

Anna folds her arms and scowls. With a mighty and decisive huff of air, she drags the Light from within her and fills the chamber with holy energy.

The woman notices immediately, yelping in surprise as though she’s been pinched.

“Unnecessary,” the woman grouses, her eyes tightening slightly in pain, “but I knew you’d be here. Hiding as usual.” She scans the room again, eyes roaming past Anna once, then twice, before a grin breaks out on the woman’s face. “Where are you, little angel?”

Anna will not play this game. This woman’s actions and appearance bely her nature, and her presence in this place is not only unwelcome but forbidden. Ire rises in Anna and she pushes it out, raising the temperature in the room and causing the interloper peering between the pews to wince.

Even a demoted angel does not allow a demon to wander into her home so casually.

The woman continues her search, even as the seconds tick by and the energy in the room gives the icy walls an ethereal inner glow. The floor becomes too hot for her tastes and she hops up on a pew, balancing herself, arms out to her sides as she continues wandering around the room, making smaller and smaller concentric circles. She gets closer, despite the angel’s best efforts. With one last shove, Anna manifests her wings, all seven feet of bright white glory nearly burning to the touch, fills the room with crackling energy - and this time the woman does stop. She loses her footing mid-step, dropping to one knee. Sweat beads on her brow and as Anna watches the trespasser struggles briefly to raise her eyes in Anna’s general direction.

“Ah, there you are,” she gasps, grunting as she rises and makes her way forward. Anna’s focus drops for a moment, surprised, and this is all the confirmation the woman needs. In hardly a moment, she is right before Anna, nearly eye to eye, though she looks right through the angel because of her glamor. Invisible. Unbreachable. Unflappable.

“Hello, angel,” the woman says, raising her hand and pressing her pointer finger smartly on the tip of Anna’s nose.

Not un-boopable, apparently.

In an instant Anna’s glamor falls away, the heat and energy she’d gathered flooding into the floors and walls.

“What’s with that face?” The woman smiles with good humored teasing.

Anna shakes her touch off and backs up a step. “How did you know where I was?”

The woman shrugs carelessly, “You were the angriest spot in the room. Pretty easy, all things considered.”

Anna bites her tongue, a boiling explicative at it’s tip. Swearing isn’t particularly Godly, and it would probably just make the woman laugh.

“I thought I would come and check up on you,” the demon continues, “because I haven’t seen you in some time. Not since the penguins had their chicks.” Anna looks down, pretending to find some interesting crack in the ice floor.

So she’d noticed Anna’s presence back then. Watching over a bouldered hill as the demon meandered around the flock like they were her own family and neighbors. Huh…

“Well it’s been nice seeing you,” Anna replies abruptly, “but you’d better leave.”

“So soon?” The woman blinks innocently. “But I just got here.”

“You’re not even allowed in here. Besides, I’m busy,” Anna scowls. She hopes her expression is enough to convince the demon to leave her, and this place, alone. Still waiting on that Patience virtue, and Anna’s personal reserves are already running on empty.

The woman tilts her head, and Anna has to remind herself that any compassion she might see in those eyes is a lie. “Still trying to summon enough power to charge this place? You’ve been trying for, let’s see, a few months now? With how low attendance has been lately, I suppose I shouldn’t be surprised.”

Church is more than just a place, but one of it’s core requirements is members. People who come and go and frequent, creating a routine, a rhythm, a recognized space. A guardian angel assigned to a church takes over for generating that energy when the members are gone. The ice church had very few visitors to begin with, and tourists didn’t tend to devote time to energizing a place. So Anna often spent her days locked in meditation, channeling her divinity into the ice around her.

A grueling, thankless task.

“Well you should be done by now,” the woman muses aloud, taking stock of the room.

“I would be,” Anna growls, her hands balling into fists, “if someone didn’t keep interrupting me!”

“If you just looked--”

Anna sighs and draws her hand down her face. “Elsa…” Then she flinches. Between her fingers, Anna peeks at the woman in front of her.

Oh, if that was ever a Chesire grin.

“In honor of you using my name, I’ll stop beating around the snow mound,” Elsa beams, her ice blue eyes sparkling with merriment and cheer. She points to the ceiling, other hand cocked confidently on her hip. “See anything new up there, angel?”

Surely this demon has to be pulling her wing, but Anna complies and looks up, expecting the blank, dark surface of the thick oceanic ice.

Not so.

The ceiling is alive with Light, shimmering like the Aurora Australis. The ice seems lit from within by winking stars, the deep blue shot through with purples and greens and golds. The greatest Light of them all gathers in the center of the ceiling above their heads, bright and full. The sign of a fully charged house.

“When did…?” Anna murmurs.

“You always have trouble focusing,” Elsa says, turning Anna’s attention back to her. “Except for when you’re trying to kick me out.” The demon holds up her hands, “Rules are rules, I get it, but I thought, ‘Why not give her a little nudge and see if that helps.’” She looks up at the ceiling again, a soft expression on her face. “Seems like a resounding success.”

Anna doesn’t have an argument, so she stays quiet. Giving Elsa the satisfaction of thinking she played a part in divine dealings may be a mistake, one she doesn’t want to make.

“Now that you’re done,” Elsa turned and beckoned over her shoulder. “How about a break?”

“Angels don’t take breaks,” Anna says haughtily, crossing her arms. “Demons might: Disconnected and all that, aimless. But we have more important things to do.”

Elsa pouts, her lower lip full and pitiful. “Trying to hurt my feelings, angel? Think I’ll try something if you step one foot out of here? You give me too much credit.”

“What would I even do ‘taking a break’? Walk around the ice until the frozen wind takes my wings?” Anna shakes her head. “No thank you. It might not always be warm in here, but it’s way better than out there.”

Elsa regards Anna over her shoulder before turning back. “You don’t like it here, that much is clear. And I know you’re trying to leave.” Anna darts her eyes away. “You hate it down here. Cold and dark, the sun only shining a few months out of the year. You’re lonely--”

“And it’s none of your business!” Anna snaps. This demon was edging dangerously close to a wound that was still fresh, even after all these years, all this time. A memory of warm sunlight dances in Anna’s mind and she wills herself to believe it’s just the wings on her back.

“Don’t lie,” Elsa says gently, “we can both feel it.”

Anna takes a deep breath in through her nose and exhales out her mouth. Steadily, she says, “Get out, demon.”

“Come with me, Anna.”

Her name echoes between them. Anger bubbles in Anna’s chest but dies just as quickly. She’s tired. Wary, but tired of always trying, always watching her best not being enough. But she has to push through, endure.

“I haven’t seen any other angel but you in one hundred years, Anna.” The demon turns her back and begins walking down the hall towards the entrance. “You don’t have to take up my offer, but know that I have no other motive than seeing you achieve your goal. I just want you to be able to enjoy it when that reward finally comes, and not be a burnt out pile of nerves and worry. I’ll be outside.”

Anna watches her go, heels clicking against the ice until they don’t. Silence descends again, absolute.

She should let her go, Anna thinks.

And she continues to think, even as her feet move and fingers trace the walls to check that the energy in the room won’t dissipate when she leaves. Not too much anyway. While the demon’s methods may annoy Anna to no end, she can’t ignore their effectiveness.

The wind howls outside, ripping at the fabric of Anna’s clothing in swift gusts. She slams the heavy door shut and shields her eyes with a hand, looking around for the demon who enticed her out here. Anna’s regret is immediate and grand. She’s stationed in the arctic, or practically anyway. Sunlight a few hours a day when they get it, or all day, never once setting, without the heat to match. Shadows rush in between bursts of snow, obscuring everything more than a few feet away.

“Demon!” Anna shouts, one eye shut as a snowflake flies in, stinging and cold. “Where are you?”

“Right here, angel.” A voice next to her says, appearing at her side almost instantly. “I must say, I knew you’d follow, but not this fast.”

“Tease me any more and you’ll enjoy this beautiful weather alone,” Anna gripes, unconsciously stepping into Elsa’s shadow. If Elsa had any opposition to Anna using her as a living snow shield, she didn’t say so. Even still, what little warmth Anna’s body had stored indoors was quickly being lost, and with the chill biting into her very bones, there was little hope of calling upon her divine power for relief.

In a last ditch effort, Anna’s wings puff up like a bird’s, thick and fluffed, blocking the majority of the wind and snow from hitting her torso. Anna didn’t bother looking at Elsa’s face. She could feel the humor in the very air itself.

“You got me out here de--.... Elsa. What now?”

“I thought perhaps a change of scenery would do you good,” Elsa shouts above the wind, close to Anna’s ear.

Guarded, Anna asks, “Where to?”

Elsa nudges Anna’s shoulder with her own, then walks a few steps out into the weather before facing the church entrance. “I was thinking up there,” Elsa points. Anna frowns, walking out to join her, realizing that Elsa had indicated a spot far above the gables and eaves of the church roof.

“You’re joking.”

“I am not,” Elsa responds flatly. “Have you ever been up there? Perhaps the view won’t be all that much right now, but I promise, it has it’s value, just out of sight.” Anna eyes her skeptically, but she supposed if Elsa did anything odd, she could alway just ask God to smite her. A few extra feet up may actually just make the shot easier.

Satisfied, Anna steps away from Elsa, fanning out her wings in preparation to jump. No more than a story or two, a leap as easy as breathing for someone used to soaring higher than clouds.

A quiet cough stops her short. “I’m happy that you’re eager, angel,” Elsa squints against the snow. It blows around her in circles, almost a bubble, unable to pass too close. A control Anna doesn’t have, or perhaps a tactic she would only resort to without her Light. “But if you want company, you’ll have to stoop low and assist the enemy.”

Behind her back something appears, like watercolor paint bleeding and blooming into shape, spreading out from her clothed shoulders to the ground. Feathers the color of oil, of moonless nights and obsidian shards. They weigh heavy against the demon, dragging beyond her feet, stuck marred and running with clumps of snow.

The chains of course, don’t make them any lighter.

Binding and unbreakable, the unearthly metal presses tightly against every shift the wings make, the occasional clink heard even over the gale. The limbs are lashed close to Elsa’s spine, tight and uncomfortable with no padlock to be seen, no reference to freedom or release, and Anna knows that there never will be.

Once fallen, always Bound.

“Dead weight,” Elsa says with a nonchalance that doesn’t quite meet her eyes. She flexes the muscles in her flightless wings, which rise an inch or two before dropping laboriously. “But their weight is only mine to bear. Carry me up, and I’ll show you what I meant earlier about there being more to this place than meets the eye. Heavenly or otherwise.”

Anna looks between their destination and her companion, then back again. “Alright,” she says at length, “but only this once. And it better be worth it.”

“Excellent!” Elsa drapes an arm suddenly around Anna’s shoulders and grips her tightly before kicking both feet off the ground. On reflex, Anna widens her stance and gets an arm under Elsa’s legs so she doesn’t get pulled down by Elsa’s gravity. She stumbles a bit under the weight of a body in her arms, relief washing through her that she’d managed to catch Elsa before they both fell… until she realizes exactly how Elsa desires to be carried, and dumps the demon unceremoniously to the ice cold ground.

“Ow!” Elsa gripes, rubbing her lower back. “What was that for?”

“No way,” Anna cuts her hands decisively through the air. “Absolutely no way am I carrying you like that.”

“Have a problem with bridal style, angel?” Elsa asks with a raised eyebrow, wiping snow from her black tunic. “Honestly, I thought it was just efficient.”

“Oh,” Anna’s mouth curls mischievously. “If it’s efficiency you’re looking for then how about this?” Without waiting for an answer, Anna hitches Elsa bodily over her shoulder, the demon’s legs kicking wildly in her face. As she grinds her feet into the ice, Anna thinks she hears a shout of protest but it is lost to the whistle of wind during take off.

Perhaps she should have taken heed, because Anna only gets about one floor up before Elsa’s heel smacks against the underside of her chin with force, snapping her head up and making her vision go even whiter than the blizzard outside. They crash into a snowdrift that had accumulated on the side of the church, dense, freezing, and muffled. Well, except for the grunting and digging to get back to the surface.

“What’s your problem!?” Anna bursts out, wiping snow out of her hair.

“I was about to ask you the same thing,” Elsa spits back, breathing heavily as she hauls herself out onto flat ground. Her shoulders slump with effort, and for the first time, Anna can see how much Elsa’s bound wings affect her. Like she can’t get enough air, or stand to her full height. How their presence smothers her, a weighted blanket with hundred pound plates, constricting her spine and dragging her down, down, down. Chained to the earth, shackled from the sky.

“I think break time is over,” Elsa says, adjusting her clothing back to rights, or as right as they could get for now. “I’ll let you get back to your study and meditation, since that seems to be what you’d prefer.”

“No I--, I’m sorry,” Anna stammers. Elsa seems surprised by her confession, and if Anna’s honest, so is she. “I want to see this view you speak so highly of. It must be… special.”

Elsa accepts her words with a nod. A beat passes before she asks, “So, how are we getting up there?”

“You’ll have to climb.” Anna smiles softly at Elsa’s weary expression. “Don’t worry, I’ll be with you.”

The slope of the snow bank makes the first part fairly simple, and before too long, Elsa is scaling the side of the building as quickly, though carefully, as she can. Every handhold is slick with ice, but Anna melts and evaporates them in quick succession so Elsa doesn’t slip. Certainly slower than flying, but it’s a decent compromise.

And… it gives Anna some time to think.

Why does Elsa care that Anna succeeds? In her tasks, her goals. In leaving this place behind for good. Elsa is a demon, she should be trying to pull Anna further, demotion after demotion until there was nothing less but the permanent boot down to hell. A great achievement that would be, felling an angel. Perhaps Elsa is playing the long game, biding her time, but Anna was stuck in this lonely, frozen landscape anyway, shouldn’t that make Elsa’s job easier? To prey on the mortals that came here, less guarded if their protector angel was distracted?

Anna unfreezes and dries another foothold for Elsa, hovering just behind her in case she falls. Elsa flashes her a grateful smile before concentrating once more. Anna remembers that demons lie, are expert deceivers, and will tell you anything you want to get you to slip, to tempt and to taunt.

But… everything? Even the small things, the inconsequential? The silent ‘thank yous’ for doing a favor?

These thoughts swirl around Anna’s head until Elsa clears her throat, breaking through the fog. She sits atop the roof, safely ascended. “We’re here.”

There is a valley, a cubby really, made between three steeply slanted roofs. Were this the type of geographic location to have a rainy season, this would most certainly be the most uncomfortable place to be - slick with water and grime that washed off the tiles. But with densely packed snow and ice creating a buffer, it’s actually rather quaint. Elsa walks forward, the snow lifting up in glittering heaps of flakes. A space is carved before Anna’s eyes, just big enough for the two of them. “I used to come up here all the time,” Elsa says as the hovering snowflakes settle among the rest of the rooftop piles. “When it was first settled and built. I liked to hear people's voices from below, even if it was faint. The energy of their Light wasn’t small by any means, but it was human, and easier to bear. Of course, with the arrival of a certain someone, I wasn’t quite so cozy anymore, unless I wanted to feel like my clothing was burning off.” Elsa tosses a forgiving look behind her. “Don’t worry, I’d say the price of meeting you was well worth losing a little hang out spot.”

She motions for Anna to sit down. As she does, Anna feels the chill of the air seep into her bones again. Exhaustion has crept up on her; using her power to charge the church, then fly, then help Elsa climb, had been more taxing than she’d realized. She settles in the crux of the roofs, surprisingly snug and comfortable. And on any other day, it might have been.

But the below freezing temperatures send shivers down Anna’s spine and raise gooseflesh on her skin. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes, looking for that tether of Light, that candle of warmth within her. But it’s gone, or so low it hides. Even her wings barely glow anymore, their protection offered only in the fluff of celestial feathers. Cold wraps around her, its erratic touch scattering every attempt at concentrating.

Punishment. For taking pity on the enemy. For failing her duties. For falling from grace. That sunlight in Anna’s memory would stay there, forever.

Suddenly Elsa is beside her, blocking the wind with her body and more. Her wings, damaged and curtailed, stretch over their heads to the extent that they could, chains restricting more than the bare minimum of mobility. They take up the spaces that Anna’s wings cannot fill, a black and white barrier against the storm. Free from the brunt of the gale, warmth seeps back into Anna’s limbs and her breath begins to fog in the air.

“Better, angel?” Elsa asks without looking at her. Her expression is inscrutable, and it's all Anna can do to nod and try looking for her Light once more. The candle catches faintly in her chest, further heating the air around them. She lowers it gently as she hears Elsa’s breath hitch next to her, unwilling to harm the demon anymore.

The world outside shrinks away, the space inside quiet and content. Not perfect, but comfortable enough. “I can see why you’d like it up here,” Anna comments. “Like this it’s almost serene.”

“I thought you’d like it, too,” and Elsa’s tone of voice is knowing, back to light teasing. “Did you really think I’d drag you all the way up here for some scheme? As you could see, it would have hardly been worth the effort on my part.”

“Perhaps,” Anna replies, “but you never know with demons.”

"You never know with demons, but that’s a conversation for another day.” Elsa settles again, their sides touching. “Now I really do think break time is over. You should try meditating up here, perhaps it will be easier.”

Anna laughs. “Trying to find a partner for eternity, are we, Elsa?”

Elsa doesn’t respond to the jest, merely reiterating that Anna should try meditating again.

Anna tries...but she doesn’t succeed. Instead those thoughts from before return to her, about Elsa, about what the demon means to her. About what Elsa wants. What she, Anna,… wants.

To leave, right? Go back to favored, back to freedom and the Earth stretching beneath her wings. To the warmth and the sun.

Actually… now that she thinks about it, she’s pretty warm. The clouds part overhead and the sun’s light filters through their feathers, shining on her skin instead of being blocked by ten layers of ocean ice. She’s warm, and as Anna relishes that feeling she sinks further into her meditative posture until there’s nothing but soft, comfortable darkness.

Elsa feels Anna drift off under her wing. The angel’s breath ruffles the dead feathers, mimicking a flight long forgotten. Anna’s soft exhales flee into the surrounding winds but Elsa hears them in the cocoon on their own making. As Anna succumbs to sleep her head rests on Elsa’s shoulder.

“Even angels need to rest,” she says quietly, tucking Anna more securely against her. Sleep laps at her too, the climb taking more out of her than she’d bargained for. She’d hoped for… well, she wasn’t entirely sure. A conversation. A common moment. A shared space. Elsa supposes she has that last one, just not how she’d expected.

But she learned long ago that the world didn’t always work on expectations.

Before too much longer, Elsa is asleep as well, her head on top of Anna’s, feathers fluttering in the wind. Two detach and dance in a shared current. One black, one white. They disappear amongst the ice.

#ice church au #elsanna #fallen angel!Elsa #angel!Anna #snowmanmelting #my writing #Soft Cover #I'll probably come back and write real tags but I'm at work rn so SHHHHH don't tell my boss #it's fluffy with just a little conflict to keep it interesting #but I'd be lying if I said it was anything other than setting these two up for a nap together #I'm a sucker what can I say

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