Text 31 Oct 1 note

savantpaladin:

frecklesdonelson replied to your post: Scream!

…Want to go look in that closet with me?

Not really, no. Besides, you don’t need to develop a habit of truancy this early on.

Oh, come on! We don’t have to do it while I’m in class! 

Text 27 Oct 2 notes

notjustalibrarian said: Scream.

Oh man, I totally just asked you the same thing without realizing it! 

…obviously, I can read minds. Anyways. Scary story… hmm… here we go!

Weird things have always happened at night on Skyloft. I’ve heard rumors that the remlits even used to go completely crazy every night! …I can’t actually imagine that being very scary, though. Anyway, to get to the point. 

I was going out one night, possibly to pull a prank on some unsuspecting night guards, but I can’t really say. I was wandering around the island, trying to find one of the night guards, and eventually ended up in the graveyard. And that was where things got really spooky. I was kind of frustrated, partially because there was no one around to bother. I couldn’t even find Helias; no idea whose room HE was in. But you didn’t hear that from me. 

I leaned on one of the gravestones, and I swear to the Goddess, something came out of it. It was white, like a wisp of smoke, and it floated up, all the way to the tower, and then exploded into a shower of sparks and disappeared. TOTALLY a ghost, right!?

…and no, don’t listen to what anyone says, I did NOT scream like a little girl and run away. 

Text 27 Oct 11 notes ((SKA Halloween Ask Game))

alchemyinchartreuse:

((Hey guys, how about an ask game from now up until Halloween?

Rules:

  • All of these last for 24 hours.
  • If you are sent another “trick” that spell overrides the last one. You can’t have two spells active at the same time.
  • All “tricks” only last for 24 hours.
  • You can send asks to anyone. Pretend your character is looking at a list of characters. Use it as an impetus to have your character start meeting new ones!
  • Reblog with the characters that you want to involve
Treat:

1. Silent Realm: What is the scariest experience that you’ve ever had?

2. Keese: What’s the creepiest looking creature that you can think of?

3. Scream: Tell a scary story. 

4. Bokoblin: What would you dress up as for Halloween?

5. Sweet: What’s your favorite kind of candy?

6. Wereremlit: If you could be any monster for one night, what would it be?

Trick:

1. Your personality has been switched for 24 hours. I.E. If you are a jerk, you are now as sweet as can be.

2. You must tell the truth about anything that anyone asks.

3. You have to go to someone’s ask box and play a prank on them. The asker may specify who you must prank.

4. You are now a creature of the asker’s choosing.

5. You have to tell an embarrassing story about yourself.

6. You are now mute. ))


Gi, Vahn, and Bay are all in!

Freckles, Colin, and Kerry are all in!

Text 26 Oct 9 notes Littering is a crime no matter how pretty it is. (Nora, Freckles)

notjustalibrarian:

frecklesdonelson:

notjustalibrarian:

frecklesdonelson:

notjustalibrarian:

“Well good,” the blonde woman said, nodding. “And you should tell your friends to stay clear of there as well.”

She smiled as she watched Freckles attempt to fold the paper into something and chuckled when it didn’t work out as he had planned it. Finishing the last few creases of her own paper creation, Nora nodded, placing it in the water.

“Sure! But I think a flower might be a little difficult for you just starting out,” she said, handing the freckled boy a sheet of paper. “How about we try a star first? It’s a bit easier and then we can work our way up. Sound good?”

“Yes!” Freckles said enthusiastically, crossing his legs and turning so that he was facing Nora. He brushed off her laughter, but wondered if his attempts at creating anything really were so laughable. Knowing himself, though, they probably were. 

He reached for another sheet of paper, already so distracted by this new form of creativity that he forgot about his plans involving the cave. Maybe that was for the best, putting paper flowers in the water seemed rather harmless in comparison to exploring whatever possible dangers were in the waterfall cave. 

Not that Freckles couldn’t handle those, of course he would have been able to, it was just that turning paper into stars was so much more interesting. 

“Alrighty!” the teacher started, reaching for a piece of paper for herself. She made a crease down the longest side and then folded it back on it’s self, and then tore down the crease to make a strip about an inch wide and 20 inches or so long.

“Okay, just do what I did,” Nora said, holding up her slip of paper. “And then fold it at the end like you’d tie a knot, like this—”

She looped the very end of the paper around it’s self to make a knot and then flattened it. She held it up again to show Freckles.

“And it should look like this when you’re done with this step.”

Freckles carefully watched as Nora demonstrated the technique, and then tore off his own strip of paper and mimicked her actions. A few of his folds were crooked, and he wondered how Nora managed to get hers so perfect. It was probably the fact that she had been doing this all day… and probably even longer than that. His came out a bit more crumpled than hers was, but it was still passable. 

“What’s next?” he asked, glad he was actually able to concentrate on this. He wasn’t too good at that when it came to anything else. 

She watched as Freckles copied her and beamed, pleased at how well he was doing for a first timer.

“Very good,” Nora complimented, holding up her paper to show the next step. “The rest is fairly simple; just keep folding the paper across itself.”

She folded the tail of the paper across the knot, then flipped it over and folded again, and then again, until it resembled a small pentagon.

“Like this.” Nora held out her hand and showed him. There was only about an inch of paper left still sticking out. “And then keep doing it until there’s only about this much left at the end.”

Freckles set about the task of finishing the star, his tongue peeking out of the corner of his mouth as he concentrated on his work. Like Nora said, it was fairly simple, and soon enough, he only had a length of paper about half as long as his thumb sticking out.

"Am I doing this right?" he asked, holding out his creation for inspection. Meanwhile, Nora’s paper fleet continued drifting downstream. Freckles decided he was going to keep some of the ones he made, rather than putting them in the water. Well… maybe the better ones. 

"After this one, can you show me how to make a flower?" he asked, brightening as he came up with a sudden idea. "That is… if they’re not really difficult."

Text 24 Oct 9 notes Littering is a crime no matter how pretty it is. (Nora, Freckles)

notjustalibrarian:

frecklesdonelson:

notjustalibrarian:

“Well good,” the blonde woman said, nodding. “And you should tell your friends to stay clear of there as well.”

She smiled as she watched Freckles attempt to fold the paper into something and chuckled when it didn’t work out as he had planned it. Finishing the last few creases of her own paper creation, Nora nodded, placing it in the water.

“Sure! But I think a flower might be a little difficult for you just starting out,” she said, handing the freckled boy a sheet of paper. “How about we try a star first? It’s a bit easier and then we can work our way up. Sound good?”

“Yes!” Freckles said enthusiastically, crossing his legs and turning so that he was facing Nora. He brushed off her laughter, but wondered if his attempts at creating anything really were so laughable. Knowing himself, though, they probably were. 

He reached for another sheet of paper, already so distracted by this new form of creativity that he forgot about his plans involving the cave. Maybe that was for the best, putting paper flowers in the water seemed rather harmless in comparison to exploring whatever possible dangers were in the waterfall cave. 

Not that Freckles couldn’t handle those, of course he would have been able to, it was just that turning paper into stars was so much more interesting. 

“Alrighty!” the teacher started, reaching for a piece of paper for herself. She made a crease down the longest side and then folded it back on it’s self, and then tore down the crease to make a strip about an inch wide and 20 inches or so long.

“Okay, just do what I did,” Nora said, holding up her slip of paper. “And then fold it at the end like you’d tie a knot, like this—”

She looped the very end of the paper around it’s self to make a knot and then flattened it. She held it up again to show Freckles.

“And it should look like this when you’re done with this step.”

Freckles carefully watched as Nora demonstrated the technique, and then tore off his own strip of paper and mimicked her actions. A few of his folds were crooked, and he wondered how Nora managed to get hers so perfect. It was probably the fact that she had been doing this all day… and probably even longer than that. His came out a bit more crumpled than hers was, but it was still passable. 

"What’s next?" he asked, glad he was actually able to concentrate on this. He wasn’t too good at that when it came to anything else. 

Text 24 Oct 9 notes Littering is a crime no matter how pretty it is. (Nora, Freckles)

notjustalibrarian:

frecklesdonelson:

notjustalibrarian:

Blinking, Nora looked up to see the brunette lad on the grass near the waterfall. Finally, some sense of life on this floating island! About time. Pushing herself back up into a seated position, the librarian smiled and waved Freckles closer to her stone perch in the water.

“No, not today,” she replied. “Everyone’s off doing other things so I figured I’d do the same.”

Finishing a paper flower, she inspected it briefly before placing it in the water.

“So what are you up to, Freckles?” Nora asked, glancing over his shoulder. “Not wandering into that cave are you? It’s pretty dangerous in there yknow.”

Freckles joined Professor Nora, sitting on the other side of the stack of paper from her. “Well, I’m not going in the cave,” he said, leaving out the part where he planned on coercing someone else into going inside. Most teachers would probably frown on that kind of behavior, and besides, what was a prank if someone else knew about it? 

Freckles reached for a piece of paper and tried to fold it into some recognizable shape like Nora was, but it didn’t exactly work out. He failed quite miserably, and rolled it into a ball, tossing it as far away downstream as he could. It hit the water’s surface some few yards away, disturbing some of Nora’s floating paper creations. 

“How do you do that?” he asked, pointing to the floating flowers in the water. “Could you show me?” 

“Well good,” the blonde woman said, nodding. “And you should tell your friends to stay clear of there as well.”

She smiled as she watched Freckles attempt to fold the paper into something and chuckled when it didn’t work out as he had planned it. Finishing the last few creases of her own paper creation, Nora nodded, placing it in the water.

“Sure! But I think a flower might be a little difficult for you just starting out,” she said, handing the freckled boy a sheet of paper. “How about we try a star first? It’s a bit easier and then we can work our way up. Sound good?”

"Yes!" Freckles said enthusiastically, crossing his legs and turning so that he was facing Nora. He brushed off her laughter, but wondered if his attempts at creating anything really were so laughable. Knowing himself, though, they probably were. 

He reached for another sheet of paper, already so distracted by this new form of creativity that he forgot about his plans involving the cave. Maybe that was for the best, putting paper flowers in the water seemed rather harmless in comparison to exploring whatever possible dangers were in the waterfall cave. 

Not that Freckles couldn’t handle those, of course he would have been able to, it was just that turning paper into stars was so much more interesting. 

Text 23 Oct 9 notes Littering is a crime no matter how pretty it is. (Nora, Freckles)

notjustalibrarian:

frecklesdonelson:

notjustalibrarian:

Sitting on one of the large stepping stones that led to the cave behind the waterfall, Nora idly folded another paper flower and sat it gently in the water. She paused a moment, the soft breeze making the delicate craft float towards the other many paper flowers, birds and stars that she had made. Reaching to the stack of scratch pieces of paper at her side, the young woman started on another small paper something or other. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there but judging from the amount of paper creations floating in the small lake, it had to have been hours.

Nora sighed and tossed a newly folded star into the water. It was a slow day. Not many people out and about. No one at the library. So why not sit by the water and do…really nothing at all? Oh how boring it was now though. To do nothing. To have a lazy day where everything went by so terribly slow paced.

Frowning a bit, Nora pushed a strand of loose hair from her face and went from sitting to lying on her stomach, grabbing another piece of paper to fold. Another bird. She placed it in the water and let her fingertips remain slightly submerged as it floated carelessly away from her. Her blue eyes remained glued to it momentarily before fluttering shut.

“Mn…I wonder where everyone is…” she muttered to herself.

Freckles was poking around in the area near the waterfall, wondering what exactly would happen to him if he dared one of the freshman to go into the cave. He hadn’t been in it before, himself, so there was no telling what was inside… some of the upperclassmen told stories, but Freckles was pretty sure they were mostly lies. He was about to head back to the school and find that short, redheaded freshman when he noticed something floating along in the water. 

Curious to a fault, Freckles bent down and reached into the lake, almost falling in before he managed to grab the white paper floating downstream. It was folded to look like a bird, and he examined the soggy form for a moment before heading further upstream to look for the source. 

He found it soon enough: a familiar blonde woman lying by the water with a stack of paper at her side, fingers already busying themselves with another of the small fleet of shapes floating in his general direction. “Fancy meeting you here, Professor!” Freckles chirped, taking a few steps closer before taking a seat on the grass next to her. “No library duty today?” 

Blinking, Nora looked up to see the brunette lad on the grass near the waterfall. Finally, some sense of life on this floating island! About time. Pushing herself back up into a seated position, the librarian smiled and waved Freckles closer to her stone perch in the water.

“No, not today,” she replied. “Everyone’s off doing other things so I figured I’d do the same.”

Finishing a paper flower, she inspected it briefly before placing it in the water.

“So what are you up to, Freckles?” Nora asked, glancing over his shoulder. “Not wandering into that cave are you? It’s pretty dangerous in there yknow.”

Freckles joined Professor Nora, sitting on the other side of the stack of paper from her. “Well, I’m not going in the cave,” he said, leaving out the part where he planned on coercing someone else into going inside. Most teachers would probably frown on that kind of behavior, and besides, what was a prank if someone else knew about it? 

Freckles reached for a piece of paper and tried to fold it into some recognizable shape like Nora was, but it didn’t exactly work out. He failed quite miserably, and rolled it into a ball, tossing it as far away downstream as he could. It hit the water’s surface some few yards away, disturbing some of Nora’s floating paper creations. 

"How do you do that?" he asked, pointing to the floating flowers in the water. "Could you show me?" 

Text 22 Oct 9 notes Littering is a crime no matter how pretty it is. (Nora, ???)

notjustalibrarian:

Sitting on one of the large stepping stones that led to the cave behind the waterfall, Nora idly folded another paper flower and sat it gently in the water. She paused a moment, the soft breeze making the delicate craft float towards the other many paper flowers, birds and stars that she had made. Reaching to the stack of scratch pieces of paper at her side, the young woman started on another small paper something or other. She had no idea how long she’d been sitting there but judging from the amount of paper creations floating in the small lake, it had to have been hours.

Nora sighed and tossed a newly folded star into the water. It was a slow day. Not many people out and about. No one at the library. So why not sit by the water and do…really nothing at all? Oh how boring it was now though. To do nothing. To have a lazy day where everything went by so terribly slow paced.

Frowning a bit, Nora pushed a strand of loose hair from her face and went from sitting to lying on her stomach, grabbing another piece of paper to fold. Another bird. She placed it in the water and let her fingertips remain slightly submerged as it floated carelessly away from her. Her blue eyes remained glued to it momentarily before fluttering shut.

“Mn…I wonder where everyone is…” she muttered to herself.

Freckles was poking around in the area near the waterfall, wondering what exactly would happen to him if he dared one of the freshman to go into the cave. He hadn’t been in it before, himself, so there was no telling what was inside… some of the upperclassmen told stories, but Freckles was pretty sure they were mostly lies. He was about to head back to the school and find that short, redheaded freshman when he noticed something floating along in the water. 

Curious to a fault, Freckles bent down and reached into the lake, almost falling in before he managed to grab the white paper floating downstream. It was folded to look like a bird, and he examined the soggy form for a moment before heading further upstream to look for the source. 

He found it soon enough: a familiar blonde woman lying by the water with a stack of paper at her side, fingers already busying themselves with another of the small fleet of shapes floating in his general direction. “Fancy meeting you here, Professor!” Freckles chirped, taking a few steps closer before taking a seat on the grass next to her. “No library duty today?” 

Text 22 Oct 9 notes ((Ask Game))

skylofttomboy:

knightacademyatare:

alchemyinchartreuse:

((Hey guys, I figured I’d start up an ask game just to get the ball rolling.

I think most of you know the drill. Just reblog and say which characters are in.

Remlit: What is your favorite animal?
Sailcloth: What do you think is the most interesting thing about the Surface?
Feather: Tell the story about first meeting your loftwing. 
The Lumpy Pumpkin: Where is your favorite place to hang out?
Hero: Is the something you feel your meant to do?
Stamina Fruit: What do you wish you were better at?
Amber Relic: Do you collect anything?
Goddess Plume: If you had one wish, what would it be for?
Jellyblob: What is your favorite and least favorite food?
Deku Hornet: What scares you?
Bird Statue: What is one of your most treasured memories?))

Gi, Vahn, and Bay are all in!

((Eh, why not. Atare’s in!))

((Cardin, too!))

((Freckles, Colin, and Kerry are all in!))

Text 29 Aug 41 notes Surface Adventure ( Kaju, Freckles, Audrey,?)

braveknight-kaju:

toseekwisdom:

frecklesdonelson:

braveknight-kaju:

Kaju’s heart was pounding as he kept up with Audrey.  

Of course something like this would happen so soon, he thought, keeping a hand on his hilt.  He slowed when they got in range of Freckles and the monster in question.

A Deku Baba.  

Kaju pulled out his blade, and cautiously met Audrey’s side, “Stay here.”  He kept moving, side-stepping and keeping his gaze on the maw of the plant monster.  Its leaves wriggled, thorns throbbing.  He was all too familiar with this creature.  Its brethren had their fair share of chomps at Kaju’s legs or arms.  The knight looked around the base of the plant, making sure that others weren’t lying in wait for more food to come along.  Fortunately only the earth and patches of grass carpeted the area around the Deky Baba.

Confirming that it was safe to go for it, Kaju made his way behind the plant and the trapped Freckles.  He pushed a skip into his step and bolted for the plant, diving down foot first and swinging his blade at the base of the wriggling stem, severing it completely.  The leaves immediately curled into a sick black, the maw and the stem went limp.  Kaju thrust his blade into what remained rooted to the ground, twisting into the earth, shredding any root systems. The blade laid firm in the earth, and Kaju used it to pull himself up off the ground.

“Alright now, lets get this off of you,” Kaju murmured, what carefree attitude he mustered before for Audrey left him, replaced with a serious, stoic demeanor.  Kaju put his hands on either side of the crook to the Baba’s lips, the head was already turning as sickly black as the rest of the severed body.  Kaju pulled the mouth open; the teeth were always troublesome, but the plant itself was uncomfortably squishy.

The head went limp in his hands, and Kaju dropped it at Freckles’ ankles, “Are you alright?” 

If there was one good thing about being loud and obnoxious, it was that people could hear him and come running whenever he was in peril. He was particularly glad of this talent when Audrey and Kaju came running and Kaju quickly killed the plant and pried it off of him. 

Freckles took inventory of his wounds. There was a large set of bite marks dotting his arms in the pattern of the creature’s mouth, and bruises where they hadn’t quite pierced his skin through his shirt. Whatever was in the monster’s saliva was stinging the wounds, and Freckles grimaced when he tried to touch one. He needed to clean them out as soon as possible. 

“I’ll be fine,” he said, picking up one of his daggers, which had fallen out of his belt in his attempt to stab the monster with it. “Probably even better when we reach the lake, this thing’s spit really stings. What was that?” 

Audrey knelt by the monster carcass and poked it with the arrow in her hand. “I believe it is called a Deku Baba,” She said, watching as it began to crumble into black dust, somewhat disappointed that taking a sample would not be possible. The blond stood back up and slid the arrow into her quiver. “I do not think they are poisonous, but we should clean your wounds if only to avoid infection. I can return for my bag and retrieve the bandages that I brought for this possibility. I am not sure if it would be better to allow the punctures to breathe or to cover them.”

Though, she had expected the first casualty to be herself. The added element of their younger companion hadn’t been factored into those calculations. She had a potion as well, but considering they had been on the Surface less than an hour and already managed to accrue superficial wounds, it may be better to save it for the possibility of a more serious injury.  Gently, she reached out to take his arm and look it over.

“How do they feel? Besides the stinging, do they pain you much?” she asked, clinically curious. Thoughts of the possibility of poison and infection rolled around in her mind. They would have to return to Skyloft if he showed signs of illness.

Kaju sheathed his blade, watching as Audrey tended to the teen’s wounds.  Glancing around, Kaju saw nothing else that could be a threat to them.  He reconfirmed that no more deku baba would be sprouting around the area, before making his final decision to leave Audrey and Freckles.

“Audrey, I’ll go retrieve your pack,” Kaju spoke, “Please. Stay here.” Of course she would, right?  He still had his doubts, but he forced his trust on her, only hoping that she wouldn’t go looking for some sort of remedy on her own in this tangled jungle.   He walked with urgency in his step, going back the way they came, along the shoreline, waters lapping at his boots, and into the forested area.  Despite his hurrying, the distance between them and the packs made the trip that much more grueling.   Surely the boy would be fine, Kaju’s anxiety only made the stressful situation more of a bother than it needed to be.

Freckles began to examine his own wounds, the original shock of the attack steadily wearing off. They weren’t deep enough to need much more than bandaging and a good washing out. “I said I’ll be fine,” he said, “they’e pretty superficial. And I don’t think it was poisonous, or they would probably hurt more than they do. It’s not overly painful.” 

He would have just used the bandages he kept wrapped around his upper arms, but they were covered in the creature’s slime as well. So much for being useful. He unrolled them, wondering if the insides were clean, but they seemed thoroughly soaked. Thankfully, they weren’t torn. “These won’t be much help,” he sighed, “looks like I’ll have to clean them off as well.” 

Freckles decided in that moment that he wasn’t going to go running off into the forest by himself again anytime soon. 

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