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🍁 A Cozy Fall Day - Cedian🍁

In the heart of Enchancia, autumn had painted the land with hues of gold, amber, and rich crimson. The trees stood tall and proud, their leaves rustling in the crisp breeze, while a scattering of pumpkins adorned the paths, celebrating the harvest season. Cedric, usually more focused on perfecting his spells than on seasonal festivities, found himself wandering the palace grounds with Princess Vivian. She had invited him to join her for a quiet day outside, sensing that he could use a break from his usual routine.

As they walked, the vibrant foliage crunched underfoot, the delightful sound mingling with the distant laughter of children enjoying the crisp autumn air. Vivian, her cheeks rosy from the chill, paused by a patch of wildflowers that somehow thrived in the fall weather. She bent down, plucking a few delicate blooms and holding them up to Cedric with a twinkle in her eye.

“Look at these! They’re so beautiful,” she exclaimed, her voice bright with joy. Cedric admired the small bouquet in her hands, noting how her spirit seemed to light up the entire day.

“They are indeed lovely, Princess,” he replied, his usual stoic demeanor softening. “Though I must admit, I’m not sure how they manage to bloom in this weather.”

Vivian giggled, her laughter ringing like music through the air. “Maybe they’re enchanted! Just like you!” She teased, nudging him playfully. Cedric chuckled, shaking his head. “I’m more known for my mishaps than my enchantments, I assure you.” They continued their stroll, and as they approached a cozy gazebo adorned with garlands of colorful leaves, Cedric spotted a small table set for two, complete with steaming mugs and a woven basket. Vivian had clearly planned this moment with care.

“Would you like to sit by the fire and try some cider?” she asked, motioning to the setup she’d prepared earlier. The fireplace crackled softly, flames dancing invitingly. Cedric raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. “I suppose a brief pause wouldn’t hurt.” As they settled into the gazebo, Cedric couldn’t help but appreciate the warm glow of the fire that lit up Vivian’s face. She handed him a mug of warm cider, the sweet scent of apples and spices wafting into the air. “Cheers!” Vivian said, raising her mug, her eyes sparkling with excitement. Cedric clinked his mug against hers, the simple gesture feeling profound in the tranquil atmosphere. They sipped their cider, enjoying the comforting warmth it brought. The moment wrapped around them like a soft blanket, the outside world fading away. Vivian, her curls catching the firelight, leaned back against the gazebo’s wooden frame, looking content and at ease.

“Do you remember the last time we had cider together?” she asked, her gaze distant as she recalled their previous adventures. Cedric chuckled softly, a fond smile spreading across his face. “Yes, it involved a spell gone awry and an overabundance of whipped cream.” He shook his head in disbelief. “You still owe me for that!”

Vivian laughed, her eyes glinting mischievously. “Only because you made me try to create an apple pie with magic! How was I supposed to know it would explode?”

Their laughter mingled with the gentle crackling of the fire, a perfect harmony that brought Cedric a rare sense of peace. As the sun dipped lower in the sky, casting a warm, golden glow around them, Cedric turned slightly serious.

“Thank you, Vivian,” he murmured, his voice softer. “For this. For reminding me that there’s more to life than magic and mischief.”

Vivian’s smile deepened, and she reached for his hand, her fingers gentle but steady. “Anytime, Cedric. It’s nice to just enjoy a moment together without any grand adventures or chaos.”

As they held hands, the warmth of her touch sent a comforting rush through Cedric. They sat in silence for a moment, the world around them a beautiful blur. He glanced at her, really looked at her—the way the light danced in her eyes and how her smile could chase away even the darkest of thoughts. Suddenly, a gust of wind blew through the gazebo, sending a flurry of leaves swirling around them. Cedric instinctively stood, his eyes widening in surprise as he raised his arms to shield Vivian from the sudden gust.

“Watch out!” he called, laughter bubbling up despite himself. Vivian squealed in delight, spinning in circles as the leaves swirled around her, her laughter infectious. “Cedric! Look at this!” She twirled, the leaves catching in her hair, turning her into a whimsical autumn fairy. Cedric couldn’t help but laugh, his heart swelling at the sight of her unrestrained joy. “You look like a walking fall festival!” he teased.

“Maybe I should enter a leaf dance competition!” she replied, still giggling as she collapsed onto the soft grass, her laughter echoing in the crisp air. Cedric knelt beside her, their laughter settling into a comfortable rhythm. “I think you’d win first prize,” he said, his tone light. Vivian looked up at him, her eyes sparkling with mischief. “Only if you promise to be my partner! We can do a duet!”

“Now that would be a spectacle,” Cedric replied, raising an eyebrow. “But I’m not sure the kingdom is ready for that level of chaos.”

As the sun began to set, casting a warm orange glow across the horizon, Cedric and Vivian continued to talk and laugh, sharing stories of their adventures and dreams for the future. The air was filled with the sweet scent of apples and spices, and for the first time in a long time, Cedric felt truly at peace. As the last rays of sunlight disappeared behind the trees, Vivian leaned her head against Cedric’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. “Thank you for spending this day with me. It’s been perfect.”

Cedric smiled, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “The pleasure is all mine, Princess. It’s moments like these that make me realize how lucky I am.”

The fire crackled softly as they sat together, the warmth of the flames and each other’s presence creating a magical cocoon against the chill of the evening. Cedric knew that no spell or magic could compare to the warmth he felt beside Vivian, a bond that went beyond the ordinary—a friendship, a partnership, and perhaps something even deeper. As the stars began to twinkle overhead, Cedric felt a sense of hope for the future, knowing that whatever adventures awaited them, they would face them together.

some x reader things aren't for you and that's okay

I cannot wait to see what everyone does for our dearest Calista! I will make sure to make a story for this lovely event as well 🤍

Remember to let your imagination go free and as always have fun! Do what you want to do to appreciate Calista

Dear Royal Friends,

We are excited to announce a Magical Appreciation Week in honor of Calista, the beloved niece of Cedric the Sorcerer**! From January 7th to 14th, we will be celebrating Calista’s enchanting spirit and creativity.

🪄Join us for a week filled with fun, magic, and surprises! Each day will feature delightful activities that will inspire everyone to express their appreciation for Calista in unique and imaginative ways. 🪄

😁And don’t worry if you need a little extra time—there’s an additional day for late submissions!Let’s make this week truly magical and show Calista just how much she means to us all! With excitement and enchantment,

@fableandfandoms and @blizzardprincess ✨

My account got shadowbanned? WTF, Tumblr? How can I submit a ticket about this?

You think that if you stick a slime into a microwave/oven, it'll explode like an egg?

To say odd things happened often would be an understatement. Due to Blizzard's bed being a rather small one, the feeling of being squished against the wall of cute cat plushies more so that usual was definitely a bit of a confusing agent. Slowly she shifted, noticing a few things. Muscular, tan, feet hanging off the bed that's made for a woman of her height.

Her first thoughts being mostly how uncomfortable it was being larger and all, plus the desire of just wanting to go back to bed. Which was when she finally fully registered, this is not her body.

Shooting up from the bed and checking the mirror in the bathroom, of course noting the difference in her gravity and how it was harder to slide and fall. Looking at herself or well this man, in the mirror. Quickly slapping both hands against her cheeks, "Ah! . . Okay voice changed too." She stood up straight with slightly narrowed eyes, before checking where she had drawn on this man before, "it faded off, disappointing." She shook her head, leaving the bathroom looking around everywhere, noting how different it all looked at this height and having to attempt not to bump into things she could easily avoid normally. Finding the drawer with the markers she started to redo the small different doodles like a Meowth and a Meowth, and then one of the cat plushies on her bed, then a star. Before she paused realizing fully that "Oh. He's probably in my body." She leaned against the wall having to think about what was fully going on, she should probably go look for him in case something bad happened to the both of them.

Letting out a sigh, she got ready to leave figuring the best place to go would be the park where she randomly ran up to him before. Though, finding it? That was another story. Of course when she left getting distracted by the thought of getting ice cream, maybe getting some for him too as an apology would be a good thing? Yeah. Maybe.

"Wait what would I be apologizing for? I didn't do this. . ."

What if our muses swapped bodies?

He'd notice as soon as he woke up! He'd just be really, really confused by how thin his arm is and how it's not quite blocking the light out of his face the way it should… but his first assumption would be that it's kind of nostalgic and like being a little kid again. Like, really little, since he was kind of chubby quite early on, so...

He'd just think he's dreaming and roll over. ... then get really confused, not just by, uh, the suddenly very different figure, but also, the hair? Whose hair is this? Lavender? ... he didn't dye it, he sure as heck didn't grow it out, he'll have to sit up, trace this hair to... his own head?!

He'd freak out, check a mirror, scream--scare himself even MORE by screaming in a woman's voice--and try to contact people he knows and trusts (Bashou, Vicious, etc.), first announcing in an utter panic that he woke up a woman and ask if they know if the Professor experimented on him or something, etc.

It'll probably take him a moment to realize, wait, he remembers this body and this hair... that girl who drew on him once?! Did he even have her number?! Did she do this?! He'll want to track down Blizzard and figure this out, maybe she has his body?!

Gentle Care

Taking care of them...

"Hey, it's okay. Show me?"

"What did they do to you?"

"Don't cry - I've got you."

"That's okay - get it all out."

"Deep breath, I have you."

"Sh, sh, I'm going to patch you up."

"I've got a bandage for you."

"This is going to sting, but we have to clean this."

"Oh - okay - we're hugging about this, okay."

"It'll all feel better in the morning."

"I can't believe someone would do this to you..."

"I'm going to protect you."

"Get some rest. I'm not going anywhere."

"You're safe now."

"I'm just going to wipe your face."

"When's the last time you cried like this?"

"There's nothing wrong with you, I promise."

"One day, you'll be okay. For now? It's okay to hurt."

"You want a hug?"

"I've got a blanket for you."

"Nice and cosy..."

"It's okay if you fall asleep."

"Just get some rest. You need it."

"Hey, I made you food."

"I know it's easy to forget to eat when you feel like this."

"You don't need to feel guilty."

"It wasn't your fault."

"Do you want a hot chocolate?"

"There's nothing better than a toasted marshmallow."

"Just hold onto me. There we go."

i said ‘kill your darlings,’ not ‘murder the entire cast.'

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