“why all the secrecy? Just join in”
((btw did you receive my ask?))
Hallow laughed and showed him the ink. “Its very hard to make, and takes a very long…
She laughed and shook her head, very pleased when they reached the end of this terrible coldness. Now to transport them to Germany.. She thought for a moment about this. He was Santa, maybe he had some way. “I don’t think my wolves can cross the ocean.. Do you have any way to Germany except flight?”
“Well..yuo haaaaaaave to get wet.” he said, pondering the idea of swimming.
A - If I’m in love.
B - Who the last person I talked to on the phone was.
C - How long it’s been since I’ve kissed.
D - If I have a preference for boys or girls.
E - How many holes I have in my ears.
F - Give me any options, like ‘hot or cold?’
G - The last person I said ‘I love you’ to.
H - The last person I hugged.
I - The last time I felt jealous, and why.
J - How old I am.
K- What my full name is.
L - If I have siblings.
M - If I forgive betrayal.
N - If you want to know how I treat my friends.
O - If I like my school.
P - What kind of music I like.
Q - What the last party I went to was, and when the next will be.
R - For me to tell 10 of my curiosities.
S - 2 habits.
T- 5 things I love unconditionally.
U - How many texts I send daily.
V - 3 big dreams.
W - An idol.
X - If I’ve done something I regret very much.
Y - If I like my town and why.
Z - Ask any question you want.
THE WORST PART ABOUT CONSTRUCTING YOUR OWN FICTIONAL UNIVERSE IS
Tooth stumbled into the Workshop and looked around. “What am I doing here?” SHe mumbled to herself as she leaned against the wall. I have no memory of this place so why do I feel safe here? She pushed herself away from the wall and stumbled to a large furry creature working at a table…painting an object that vaguely resembled carts that she used to see when young.
She tapped his shoulder “Can you tell me where I am?” The creature responded but in a language that was gibberish to her. Tooth started getting a headache when the creature looked at something behind her.
“Tooth!” North appeared behind her, his coat covered him and his swords hung around his waist. He placed his hands on her shoulder and urged her to go back to bed. “How are you feeling Toothy?”
She twisted out of his grip only to stumble and catch herself on a table. She looked up at him with a cautious look in her eyes. She took a moment to look at the man, he seemed worried but for whatever reason she couldn’t ever recall meeting him or ever being called Tooth.
“Who are you and why do you call me toothy?” She pulled herself up and leaned against the table, looking at him.
“I am your handsome sexy husband and Toothy is your pet name!” he joked, letting out a chuckle. “You should get more rest, Toothiana” he closed their distance and carry her. “You’re tired.”
The yeti behind them let grin.
Trinidad glared angrily at the clock in front of her, frustrated with the fact it was the middle of the night and she couldn’t get back to sleep. “Why,” she groaned, hitting her her head on the pillow as it changed form 1:00 to 1:01. “Darn nightmare waking me up,” she grumbled before lifting her head back up. ‘What should I do, I can’t get back to sleep and I’m bored,’ she thought to herself as before an idea came to mind. “I wonder if North is awake,” she said to herself before getting up and stretching her back. “I think I’ll pay him a visit,” she stated as she walked over to an old box pulling a snow globe she she had ‘borrowed’ from North. ‘If he is asleep I’ll just come back home if not, I’ll bother him,’ she decided as she shook the the globe, telling it where she wanted to go, and tossed it towards her wall. “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to this,” she mumbled as she hesitantly walked through the portal that had appeared.
North was in his training room. He couldn’t sleep and he felt like knocking out someone’s teeth that night. Bad day, bad night, and bad flashback. Not a good recipe for a ex-bandit gigantic Russian man. He swung his sword left and right, then he threw his sword which stabbed on one of the woodmen before he started bashing the sack of sand.
After an hour of trashing the sack of sand, with one final kick, the sack flew across the room.
North panted and then drop onto the floor, his sweat soaking through his thin clothing. “ебать” (f**k)
Once she had made it to the workshop, she began searching for the Russian man. ‘It feels like a ghost town,’ she mused to herself as she continued seeing no one, assuming they were all asleep. “Is North also asleep,” she mumbled after a while of searching, disappointed at not finding him. However as she walking, she noticed there was a light sneaking out from underneath a door. Curiosity getting a hold of her, she walked over and opened the door enough so she could peek inside, only to open the door all the way and walked inside as she saw North kick a sack. Trinidad softly closed the door behind her as North fell to the floor, saying something in, what she assumed, his native tongue. “Hey, you okay there,” she asked, walking closer to him.
North jumped up and toss a dagger at her, hitting the floor just a few inches from her feet. “Oh RIMSKY KORSIKOFF!! TRIN!” he quickly rushed to her and checked her, “Are you alright!?”
Trinidad let out a terrified scream as she saw the dagger coming towards her, backing up as she watched it hit the floor. “What the heck the heck kind of greeting was that,” she yelled, indicating to the dagger. She then stopped herself from continuing and took some deep breaths, trying to calm herself. “I’m fine, but you shouldn’t really do that you know,” she stated after she had calmed down enough.
He sat back down or rather he slumped back onto the floor once he knew she was alright. Letting out a sigh of relieve. “You ‘borrowed’ one my portal again?” he asked with his eyes close.
Are we doing it right here?
Are we doing it right now?
What if everyone is watching?
Then let them watch.
North reached up to her chest and cupped his hands on it. Gently but hungrily rubbed it. He let out an angry growl as she rocked her hips, his aching length was pushing against his pants until it hurts. “I need to be inside you. Now” he growled.
Mavis stumbled back a bit when the sleigh go forward. She finally got her balance back. She stands next to North and looks around with wonder. “How long have you been doing this job?” She asks as she looks over the side of the sleigh. She smiles as she sees the ground far below. She always wondered what it felt like to be up in the sky.
“Many, many years.” he answered. Truth be told, he never kept count. “My turn. If you could wish for anything you want, what would you want for Christmas?” he asked.
“Hm…i really need to think about that one.” She rubs the back of her head. She really wasn’t ever asked what she wanted. “I know this might sound ridiculous, but I always wanted a teddy bear. I never had a single toy in my life.” Mavis sighs. “Ok, second question, what do the elves do if they don’t make the toys?”
“Hah! I knew someone would ask that. They are my entertainment.” he laughed. “Silly and dimwitted, they make the whole workshop ‘work’. They always have fun and it makes us feel happy. To remind us that Christmas and Toy making is not a job. Is not work. Its passion and wonder.” he smiled, shifting the reins a little to avoid the large dense clouds. “Favourite colour?”
Mavis smiles as she listens to North talk about the elves. Already the north pole seems magical. “My favorite color is red, surprise, surprise.” She reaches out and her fingers trail through the dense clouds. “What is your favorite type of cookie?” She grins as she turns back to North.
“Chocolate chipped cookies. Classic” he joked. “Do you have any toys or dolls that you love back when you were a kid?”
Hallow laughed and showed him the ink. “Its very hard to make, and takes a very long time to get the ingredients. But if you draw something with it then it comes to life.” She explained with a bright smile
Hallow was rather one to enjoy riding the wolves and let out a loud “woo hoo” or other calls of amusement as they rode, soon becoming chilly. “how do you stand this?” she called back to him with a shiver
North wasn’t paying attention to what she said. The wind was blowing in his ear at painful decibels. “WHAAAT?”
North sighed and took the condom away from her. “This.. is complicated” he sighed. “Um… . you know. . the story of the Sea Eagle bring your babies . . well . . that is not entirely true” North face was as red as a beet right now. How is he going to go on.
Katherine’s eyes widened. “It’s not true!? You lied to me!?” she frowned an glanced up at him with sad eyes. “Why did you lie to me about that? Who brings babies then?”
North covered his face with his hands. “Give me a minute” he got up and looked around, looking for his secret stash of Vodka. He picked his little cannister and took a swig at it. “Alright” he sat back on his chair. “Katherine, lets not talk about the babies first. Um.. do you know what marriage is?”
Katherine watched him with an arched brow. She wasn’t sure about what was in that canister but she would figure out soon enough. “Of course I know what marriage is. It’s a large ceremony, bringing two people who love each other together until death.”
“Yes, and that feeling in your chest when you see that person you love so dearly. It aches when you are not with them, it aches when she’s not there with you. . it aches when she..-” North shook his face, he was letting his own emotions getting in. “What I am trying to say is, marriage is a very important part of this. . baby. . making. . thing” he blushed. “You. . know boys and girls are different right? How old are you now Katherine?”
Katherine frowned. It was a little obvious that North had fallen in love once. She wondered what happened to his significant other. She nodded on occasion while listening to him. “I see…I am 17 years old, North.”
“17 . . ” the same age when he had his first time. He shivered at the thought. It was unpleasant, but he was young and naive at that time. “Alright, well, boys have this… . thing that. Okay, something like this.” he picked the hollow pipe that was on the table. “and girls have…” he turned his head around, searching for a physical representation of a female genitalia. Finally, he decided to use fingers, making an O shape. “Right, so remember, this activity is ONLY for married couple.” he took another deep breath. “A guy’s pipe will go into the girls…thing” he pushed the pipe into the hole he made with his fingers, his face already red.
“and then the guy will give a seed to the female and then a baby is made!” he tried to simply and avoid every other details regarding coitus. “but the condom, covers the pipe and stops the seed from going into the girls. .…pocket.”