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#the next unknown
astaralys · 8 months
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it is I, simplesnowflake!
I rebranded to astaralys now that I'm shifting into original projects but I'm very much still the same snow sisters supporter. I've just levelled up with an interest in game dev and picked up pixel art as well, so you'll be seeing less frozen content and more me content
you can find me on these places: twitter (listen I am not calling it X): https://twitter.com/astaralys bluesky: https://bsky.app/profile/astaralys.bsky.social ko-fi: https://ko-fi.com/astaralys I'm part of a studio! have you read our webcomic oneshot, Midnight Hour?: https://www.webtoons.com/en/canvas/midnight-hour/list?title_no=872088
But what's happening with TNU, you ask? I admit I have much less time for fic now but still very much enjoy TNU and hope to see it to completion. It's something that sporadically crosses my mind, and when I reread what I've written, I fall in love with the story all over again. So I pick at it during my commute and lunch breaks. We'll get there slowly!
in the meantime, please enjoy this wip chapter 23 scene join me in my struggle to remember what happened in ch 22, it's been 84 years
As always, thank you so much for following my journey and reading my stories. I really want to finish writing TNU for us, and hope you wouldn't mind sticking around for my foray into original stories beyond that. I've been writing fanfic for over a decade (oof my back ached typing that) and knowing every word I've written has been read and enjoyed by at least one person has made me the writer I am today. Thank you for finding my words!
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There was nothing quite like the slipperiness of blood. A slickness that smeared and clung to everything and anything, as if it already knew there was no way to return to the veins from which it had gushed. Its new purpose was to stain and horrify. If it could, with its sheer, crimson volume, petrify those that had evicted it from its rightful body, then its existence had purpose. A river, it would become. 
“Your Highness! Are you hurt?” Ronny. A familiar face. An anchor.
“I… y-yes. I mean, no. The… the blood’s not mine.” Kristoff made to get up and slipped. Instead of hitting the marble floor, though, his knee crunched into unmoving flesh. It was a small blessing he hadn’t speared himself on one of the dozen crossbow bolts protruding from the man’s torso like a pincushion. 
Herman dragged him upwards and back, none too gently. “We’ll guard the prince! Make sure these bastards are really dead.”
“Wait—” Bile overtook words. Kristoff dropped to all fours and retched. 
Scattered words swirled around him as his guards waded through the bodies. “—that big talk about their military. These idiots fought like lumps of wood!”
“Any news from the general? Did we manage to intercept their fleet?”
“Still can’t see a thing out there; the fjord’s completely covered in mist after the wall fell. How did they break Princess Elsa’s magic—”
“Forget that! The queen and princess are missing—we need a search party—”
“With what men? We’re already stretched thin as ice—”
Ice. If he’d kept his head down and continued hacking at the frozen tundra and going home to his family of trolls, he wouldn’t be here, crouched in a lake of dark red. Staring at a canopy of death spattered across the hallway like the reaper itself had danced with a conductor’s wand. How easily could he have been one of those bodies splayed out across the same floor Anna always slid down in her socks, laughing and crashing into his arms? Where was Anna? What if she was lying in a ditch somewhere, just like—
“Oi! Got a live one here!”
“You telling me this runt was the commander of this freak show? What, did you use your own soldiers as meat shields? You cowardly little—”
Kristoff looked up to see his men crowded around a huddled figure. If these southerners hadn’t brought swords and bloodlust to Arendelle… if they hadn’t spilled mortality in these sunny halls… 
Don’t be pathetic, Bjorgman. 
“Let me talk to him,” Kristoff rasped. 
“Sir, this scum tried to kill you—”
“Trust me, I’ve noticed.” 
The soldiers quietened. A few stepped away from their quarry, blinking like they had snapped out of a trance. Kristoff knew them all by name, but when they had come to his rescue in a flurry of unforgiving steel, he momentarily couldn’t recognise them. But he recognised himself in their sudden cruelty. They weren’t baying for blood— they were afraid for themselves, their families, their homes. They needed a leader, and Mattias was out the fjord. 
Come on, Lord Regent, he could hear Anna teasing. You’re in charge when I’m gone, remember?
But you’re not gone, Kristoff thought. You’re safe with Elsa somewhere, and you’ll come back to me. 
He rose to his feet. He’d kept his balance on cliffsides and frozen lakes; he could stomach standing on solid ground, nauseatingly slippery as it was. He stopped before the only survivor of the Isles’ ambush party.
“Let’s hear what the crown prince of the Southern Isles has to say. That’s you, right? Jesper Westergaard?”
Spindly shoulders jerked. Bitter memories of another sneering, auburn-haired prince made Kristoff’s fists and jaw tighten. 
“Your father sent you into our tunnels to secure the castle, didn’t he? Bet he didn’t expect us to be waiting for you. He’s probably sitting on the fjord in his big ship, waiting for you to open the gates for him.”
The prince’s sword tinkered on the floor. Herman pushed Kristoff behind him, but Jesper made no move to attack. He only kept his head bowed and rocked slightly on his heels, clenching and unclenching his hand on his sword. Staring down at him, Kristoff realised their adversary was more boy than man.
What would Anna do?
Giving Herman the standby signal, Kristoff knelt down in front of Jesper. “Calm down. Work with us, and no one else needs to get hurt.”
Jesper’s glazed stare remained unerringly fixed on his shoes. Kristoff saw pale lips moving, though. He cautiously leaned in.
“Hurry up hurry up hurry up…”
Kristoff waved a hand in front of the prince’s face. “Hey. Can you hear me?”
“… up hurry up hurry—” The frenetic whispering halted abruptly as Jesper’s head snapped up. Dilated pupils locked on Kristoff’s, swimming in fear and adrenaline and… triumph?
A shiver slithered up Kristoff’s spine. 
Freshly spilled blood could melt snow. Yet it only struck him now, as his soldiers let out shocked cries and whipped out their swords for the second time, that the blood he had been kneeling in was icy enough to chill him to the bone.
Jesper finally met Kristoff’s eyes. He wiped his nose on his sleeve, a wicked smile spreading on his face. “Be a good sport and remember to scream, yeah?”
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"The Exocannis Ressurection"
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toodrunktofindaurl · 1 year
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growing up
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tinesleftnipple · 11 days
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this line here is chefs kiss because coupled with that tinge of jealousy in his voice, qian is calling yuan by his full name. Wei ZhiYuan, the "yuan that belongs to wei"
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respectthepetty · 1 month
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I'm going to be obnoxious about that black bracelet because in the future, San Pang is going to say "Qian and I are very glad that you can move on" after Yuan returns with the true belief that Yuan has moved past his love for Qian.
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Only for it to be revealed in the same dinner that Lili and San Pang are seeing each other, and for Yuan to sit in the background snacking (after having already eaten) as the shit hits the fan between everyone.
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Because Yuan is still wearing the black bracelet four years later even at that dinner table, he is still in love with Qian, and he will not judge Lili for who she loves.
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I'm a sucker for color-coded jewelry and a man who knows how to wear it.
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chimeride · 2 months
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melmedarda · 16 days
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When Arcane season 2 drops, I know I'm going to have to apologize for the person I'm gonna become. I will be unhinged on main. I will be absolutely inconsolable and insufferable.
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kitten in the shoe
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dentistiny · 20 days
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“I want you to drive.”
as in, take the lead? take me there? do something so i don’t have to?
but Qian, my sweet boy, Yuan will definitely not do that now. not until you ask for it specifically or do something first. for now he will only drive just like you wanted, just like you asked.
that’s the plan. and it’s working.
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theside-b · 20 days
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I'm really glad to see that Unknown is having everyone in a chokehold. The BL scene is pretty calm right now, specially compared to the frenzy we had at the end of last year, so this taiwanese gem got the spotlight all to itself during the weekends.
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chaiaurchaandni · 6 months
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here are the names of the 2,913 Palestinian children killed by israel, between oct 7 and oct 26
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two thousand, nine hundred and thirteen children. born and died under occupation. no language can convey this grief.
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retracexcviii · 9 months
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Sunday Moon
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Hello there once more dear fellows and Luna lovers, a wild Sunday moon appeared.
Don't edit this drawing and don't post it anywhere.
I told you that when I have some more posts to come back I would, but this isn't the return of Luna.
The artist is @/wa.bbitx on Instagram.
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Do you remember in November when I said I was excited with a commission in particular because I was lucky to take a slot of this artist? Well, I finally received it this week XD
And since this was something I was supposed to post while doing the weekly Luna post (and since I really love it), I bring back the Sunday Moon just for it.
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hxuse-xf-black · 11 months
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Albus: *working on his summer homework*
Lily Luna: *comes in and sits on the desk*
Albus: What do you want?
Lily Luna: Drive me to Taco Bell.
Albus: Why don't you drive yourself?
Lily Luna: We can talk shit about James.
Albus: ...Give me five.
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gatespage · 2 months
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Gates McFadden talks about joining the Star Trek Universe
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chimeride · 4 months
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leafatlaw · 5 months
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Keeperchampion, On ex best friends and losing more than you ever had
tumblr post by @/chateauofmymind// Never Let Me Down, Depeche Mode// tumblr post by @/galactic-mystic-writes// Unknown// San Cristobal, Mal Blum// Unknown// tumblr post by @/tiredbtw// Richard Silken, War of the Foxes// JRWI Blood in the Bayou, Epsiode 4
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