Human! Zelink (modern)

I FINALLY MADE A GIF😍!!!!

♦️Happy Nicholas ♦️

With the first gust of wind, Julian realized this was not going to be a one-scarf day.

rose

For @flashfictionfridayofficial Prompt 226: By Any Other Name

[Summary: the cold and two girls in winter]

You can call me Rose, the girl had told her, back on the pier, a chilly winter’s breeze tripping off the sea. It’d been black, that ocean, from dark and cold; Rose’s eyes had glimmered like the stars in summer, all bright and magical. If she’d wanted to look away, she wouldn’t have been able to. Captivated, hands all tangled up and wanting nothing more.

When she’d kissed Rose, the lips she’d touched had been cold. The chill, obviously, but the way it’d lingered on her own mouth had been like ingesting a handful of sour, fizzing snake sweets. All writhing tiny things through her skin, even after scrubbing at her mouth with the back of her hand.

But she’d always liked sour treats, so she’d smiled wide and reckless, and gone back in for a second.

Early winter had turned to the desolate depths. Enough to rip through the holes in her sweater, raising goosebumps where her skin poked through. Usually she would be fidgeting, shoving her hands into her pockets to hide the tears, but Rose had just threaded her fingertips through the loose threads and traced cold streams over her flesh. Lines that had lingered for hours after, thrashing like cracks in a frozen lake. They’d lain in front of a fire, built in the fireplace of the abandoned cabin that Rose had found, lead her to with promises of privacy. She’d gathered the wood and under Rose’s soft ask, had lit the flame too, with fumbling, insecure fingers. The lighter’s wheel had been stiff, skidded under her thumb with a sharp sting of pain, and the cold of Rose’s kisses, pressed gently in juxtaposition, had stripped sharpness back for a different twinge. Her back had warmed, flushed with a burn only the summer’s sun could rival, but her front, pressed so close to the sculpture that was Rose’s body had stayed perfectly frozen, preserved. They say water remembers everything, Rose had whispered in her ear one afternoon in a café, hands entwined under the counter as the tip of her nose had grew red from the steam of her drink, the windows mirroring, and she’d believed it wholeheartedly, no moment for doubt. Water, ice, the cold: she had never been a fan until now. Every moment with Rose’s cold skin, preserved forever, never to truly fade. Warmth would melt it all down into a puddle of wax, to be crushed under a knuckle and tossed into the trash; water would find its way from her bedroom, down through the floorboards and back to the ocean, where it would never truly die. Her covers had scorched with her tentative unsureness, then the confidence that’d come from Rose’s wild grin, easy lips.

And when they’d come for Rose, she’d remember that like the water. Ancient and endless, Rose had told her with cold breath, yet even ancient and endless things could be taken away – that’s how artifacts happen. Things torn from their beloved’s hands and buried far away. A frozen chunk of ice drifting on a sea’s current, sinking under fraught waters, maybe to one day be found again. Rose’s hands had been cold, frigid, pressed to her cheeks as if to banish all warmth and she’d have welcomed that, if only it meant Rose could stay. Her eyes had watered, crystalised tears freezing to her cheeks, and her fingers had gripped in so tight something had cracked when they had, as they always would have, taken her away.

She’d stood, alone on the pier again. Scrubbed her hand over one cheek.

The skin was freezing.

Even with the sun peeking over the horizon, she didn’t think it’d be warm again.

I found another winter themed picture on my phone so here we go. I'm posting it.

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Are you listening to any audio books at the moment? I'm listening to Tomorrow and Tomorrow and Tomorrow. I'm only 9% in but so far I really like it.

Lady Trouble II

Summary Sequel to Lady Trouble. In which the Hotchner men and their ginger cat Lady Trouble spend the day in the snow and the evening in front of the fireplace. Warnings/tags Shameless fluff, dad Hotch feels, no plot, original cat character Prompt Written for the Quan Tea Co Daily Prompts. January 2023, prompt #17: Settling in front of the fireplace at night. LADY TROUBLE:  A WINTER’S TALE  🐾

The family cabin in rural Virginia offers Hotch a rare retreat. One he's inherited and always kept to himself since. Hidden within the forest valley, at the end of the long and winding road to lead to his door. No neighbours other than the two tall pine trees to frame the cabin as if bookends and the many creatures whose natural habitat he's surrounded by. Many of their paw prints now visible in the thick blanket of snow that's fallen during the night and the early hours of the day. Winter. Crisp and white. Once untouched by humans… … But no more when Jack slips outside all excited by this morning's delight. Barely contained for long enough to eat breakfast. Followed on the heels by a ginger ball of fur. She flashes past Hotch before he can warn his son not to let the cat out. Oh hell! Boyish laughter… then an indignant yelp. Hers. An escape cut short, or so Hotch realises as soon as he reaches the open door. For there she is. Their Lady Trouble sunk legs deep into the thick snow. A flake melting on her pink nose. She huffs at it. Startled by the absence of solid ground. Paws at the cold, white blanket tucked in around her as if wary of it. Decides then it poses no threat to her. Not this year when she knows where to find warmth. Stalks instead over to Hotch to rub her head against his legs, meowing, purring a little. Pleading too with eyes of olive-green innocence feigned. That look to always melt his heart. "Fine…", he rolls his eyes. Fools no one over his gruff reaction. Not even Jack, who is already running onwards, sure in his knowledge that his dad and Lady will follow. "… You can come too." Bending down, Hotch scoops their furred ball of trouble up into his arms to tuck her in under his coat, warm and safe. Barely able to close the zip up to her head, he grumbles even as he keeps her ginger hairs from getting caught in its teeth. "You're getting too big for this." But is she? Maybe he ought to buy a bigger coat? Shaking his head at himself for even considering it, Hotch heads into the forest after his son, following the footprints in the snow. The wish uttered over breakfast too. "Can we go on an adventure?" So, here they are… with no one left behind for the hike around the lake. Licks, purrs and endless chatter as his reward while they walk; his family of three. All of it worth it that his cheeks are getting colder and that his fingers are slowly freezing over even in his gloves. More so as the hours pass and more snow falls. Daylight then fading on them as the sun sets behind the trees. The moon coming out as they return to the cabin feeling like icicles. Each one of them happy, for inside awaits them the comfort of the sofa and the fire in the hearth, lit again by Hotch, to warm them up inside and out. The treat too of hot chocolate… and cream for their Lady. Of marshmallows roasted on the fire. Of snuggles and stories read too. No more cookies left to eat. Dinner spoilt, but for once Hotch can't find it in him to care. Not when Jack is sleeping safe. Exhausted, rosy cheeks, and a smile on his face. Not when Lady is lying curled up in his lap. Purring as he pets her. As he sips from his whisky, content to be Aaron, father to both. Nothing more.

Getting to be that time of year where I need to see fanart of all my favourite characters in sweaters.

Gonna be trawling my own blogs, but will also be happy if peeps point me to new sweater-related fanart.

Character list and fandoms [AUs wherein characters would wear sweaters understood to be implied]:

Vila Restal - BLAKE’S 7

Kerr Avon - BLAKE'S 7

Swatch Paletta - DELTARUNE

Spamton Addison - DELTARUNE

Liz Shaw - DOCTOR WHO

Nardole - DOCTOR WHO

Piki Black - NIGHTMARE DORK UNIVERSITY

Beast [Herod Bethlehem] - OVER THE GARDEN WALL

Enoch Barnes - OVER THE GARDEN WALL

Pitch Black - RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

Nicholas St. North - RISE OF THE GUARDIANS

The Winter Warlock - SANTA CLAUS IS COMIN' TO TOWN

Snow Miser - THE YEAR WITHOUT A SANTA CLAUS

~ The night sky on a winters day ~

craving the sun

"The dead one! Yeah I haven't thought about her in a long time!"

A little theory I've had about Winter King's original motives based on his heartless comment about Betty and Ice King's original motives for kidnapping princesses in the first place...... clearly she gave off Bad Ex Vibes…

i wouldn't have met you

anything u need me to be, ill be it for u!

Are you currently reading any ebooks? I'm reading The Belles by Dhonielle Clayton and when I finish it I will start The Storm Sister by Lucinda Riley on my Kindle.