Vitanota, or the Winter Festival, is Majora's version of Christmas and one of the planet winter holidays.
It's celebrated with a large tree being put up and decorated in the town or city square, with a large feast held around it. The puffballs sing Vitanota hymns and carols or play ice and snow themed games until the late hours of the night, when the bonfires have burned down.
Afterwards they return to their homes and hold whatever family/personal traditions they may have, and then go to sleep for the rest of the night.
The next morning, Vitanota-Nalé, or Winters Day, theyll exchange gifts with their friends and family.
Most of the time the gifts are homemade.
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Uhhh reblogging these because idk if Snow can reply with his main yet @lord-of-the-bundle-of-sticks
OMG RYDER HAS A NUMBER ONE FAN
HE APPRECIATES IT AND TRUSTS YOU
HE’S SO POLITE (until the chaos starts unraveling)
Simon’s the one that’s around him the most.
Meanwhile Piggy just “You should have saved me you bitc-“
Then there’s mulberry who exists in the very background so Rye can never sleep or do anything in peace bro always has eyes on him
“HI SLOTH :D” -Ryder
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Holly Black Geographies: okay so Tithe takes place in New Jersey, but Kaye moves to NY to open up her cafe post Modern Faerie Tales trilogy. Valiant takes place in New York city when Val runs away from home. Roiben in general is feared by many but is seemingly able to travel freely between states, we can assume the Court of Termites spans across most of the mid-atalantic and it is supposed to be very large as it used to be two courts. The Folk of the Air series takes place in Maine so it is very likely that that covers the new england area. Elfhame is a collection of islands off of the coast of maine. I haven’t read The Darkest Part of the Forest yet, but it takes place in Pennsylvania and it seems that the poconos and allegheny plateau are the more heavily forested areas (?). Therefore, the Court of Moths is in Point Pleasant, Virginia (Mothman sightings). Therefore, the Court of Teeth which is far north of Elfhame is in Québec/New Brunswick. Allô allô Suren, reine des fées francophones!
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Yall getting a Doctor Vivian ramble
Doctor Vivian Smith was a Plague Nurse, born almost two decades before The Plague. A deadly disease similar to our real world Bubonic Plague, one that ravaged villages and killed people by the thousands. Most of Vivians family caught it and ultimately passed, which is what lead to her becoming a Plague Nurse and learning everything she could about it.
She was unsatisfied with what she learned as a nurse, seeing little logic behind the doctors methods and mocking up most of their "cures" as coincidences. Deciding to take matters into her own hands, she threw herself into a frenzy of studying and experimenting. Eventually the Doctors Guild she had joined told her her services were no longer required. They did not approve of her methods, which only caused her crazed thrist for knowledge to grow so she may show them how a real doctor cures their patients. So book after book she read, answers snowballing and yet many more alluded her. She damn near drove herself mad trying to find them, until she happened to stumble across an old, dust covered book late at night.
A necronomicon. The only book she hadn't read yet.
So she cracked it open and sealed her fate. She did the chants, did the dances, and she called forth an old, old God from their slumber.
"Puny mortal... For what reason have you awoken me?"
"Knowledge."
"Knowledge, you say? And just what will you give me in return for it?"
"My body. Once I have fulfilled my life's work and died, you may use my body as a vessel so you may walk amongst mortals. I'm sure 40 or 60 years is not much of a wait for a god such as yourself."
"You think I want to walk amongst mortals? Ha! I don't want a mortals body."
"Then what do you want?"
"You have quite the nerve, talking to an Old One like that."
"I've been told I have quite the mouth."
"Heheh, funny, aren't you? Fine, I want company."
"Company?"
"It is a lonely experience, being an Old One. One may think your foolish species are the only beings who desire companionship, but that's not true. I wish to... talk to someone again."
"And how will we go about these talks? Meeting spot?"
"Dreams. We will meet in your dreams, and talk, play games, read, whatever we decide on."
"Knowledge in exchange for companionship... Very well, I can do that."
"Then we have a deal, mortal-"
"Vivian."
"Excuse me?"
"You may call me Vivian. What shall I call you?"
"....Belzagoreth, you may call me Belzagoreth."
"Pleasure to meet you, Belzagoreth."
She was given the knowledge she craved, but as expected her mind was heavily strained processing it. Her behaviors and speech became more erratic, but it was an intelligent madness. No one could make more fast acting cures, pinpoint a disease with such accuracy, or move a scalpel so precisely. She had become what she sought out to be, but yet she desired more.
So she set out to get it. She founds ways to contact more gods, she made the deals, but still it was not enough. Next she looked to the woods, to the realms of the Fae.
She stepped into their circles, explored their lands, snuck into their castles. She was caught only twice, once by a king, once by a queen. It was by pure luck they found her blunt and truthful nature charming, by luck that she managed to win them over and allow her to stay.
Was she expecting to become part of a polycule? No, but it's not the worst outcome so she took it. She hadn't finished their libraries anyway.
As the days wore on in her search, it didn't take her long to notices the changes going on with her. The mask and gloves becoming almost un-removable as the changes became more and more noticeable.
She's still gathering knowledge to this day, learning everything she can about the world, healing those she can, crying for those she couldn't.
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