#Azalea hybrid

[faguscarolinensis]

Azalea x 'Girard Pleasant White' / Girard Pleasant White Azalea at the New Hanover County Arboretum in Wilmington, NC

[catattack311]

Pride Party Tonight

Collaborative illustration commission for davidtigerific of his fursona, Zeke, sporting the bisexual flag getting ready for the pride party!

Art by Vlcina and myself!

[littlebabyself]

Anon from before, yes! Headcanons, if it'd be easy ^^ 🐑

hiii ty for your request, lovely!! Here’s some extra things Alastor would do to care for a little sheep demon hybrid!

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• he would definitely make sure they don’t overwork themselves

• he’d always help and enjoy brushing their hair and any ears, tails, or fluff they have.

• he’d think the goat noises are adorable

• he’d make sure there’s no dangerous flowers that a curious mouth could eat ((azaleas, chrysanthemums, acorns, buttercups, daffodils, holly and elderberry))

• grows edible grass in his radio tower for them

• always cleans up any fur

• teases the little about being a lil baby sheep, just a lil tiny baby

• would buy them plenty of toys to play with

•I feel like having a sheep little would connect him with the deer parts of himself

______________________________________________ sorry it’s so short, I didn’t have many details to work with so I hope these are okay!! ^^

[skullscarada]

Art Trade with blossomingcherrys / Nezzie with their character Azalea, the Leafeon/Shaymin/Deerling hybrid :3c !

[bruisedswan]

⛧ MY TRUE REALITIES

⋆ 𝕸AIN TRS ::

𓆉 opla , yentara ashra . 18 . hybrid/ half-fin ( siren + human ) . s/o: roronoa zoro . trope: rivals/enemies → lovers . abilities: water + mind manipulation

⚘ marvel , yennefer solace . 19 . demi-god . s/o: gwen stacy . trope: friends → lovers . family: apollo [ god of the sun ]. andromeda solace [ witch / hecate worshipper ] ( parents ) . team: eumenides . abilities: ether manipulation

☄dcu , zorella tritonis . 17 . hybrid ( xebellian + homo magi ) . s/o: tbd . family: dimitrios tritonis [ xebellian war general + dragon keeper ]. zanele dunn [ sorceress ] ( parents ) . team: titans . abilities: etherius warping ( through the curse of tritas )

⟡ tvd , azalea auclair-dunn . 17 . auclair witch . s/o: kento ogami [ kitsune ] . trope: enemies → lovers . family: seraphine auclair ( aunt ). elowen auclair-dunn ( sister ). orion north-auclair ( cousin ) . abilities: essence magic

ʬʬ the boys , azalea priscilla dunn . 20 . first natural born supe . s/o: cherie (??) . trope: strangers → friends → lovers . family: isaac dunn [ biochemist ]. thandi dunn [ astronomist ] ( adoptive parents ) . abilities: matter manipulation. energy projection

❀ fame , zoe dunn . 21 . actress. model. singer . s/o: mackenyu . trope: friends → lovers . family: ( old reality family ) . roles: basically all my tr selves + monet de haan

⋆ 𝕳ONORABLE MENTIONS :: house of the owl tr . descendants tr . invincible tr . kpop soloist tr . solar punk tr . mortal kombat 1 tr . street racer tr . winx tr . atla tr

⌗ note :: literally no one asked for this but i was bored so here y'all go lol. also the layout is heavily inspired by @ogprettyprincess

[flowerishness]

Azalea (Exbury hybrid, var. “Gibraltar”)

First Bloom

When I was a rookie gardener, I thought I knew the difference between an azalea and a rhododendron. Rhodos had big leaves that they kept all year round and azaleas dropped their small leaves in the fall. To some extent that’s true but at that time rhodos and azaleas were considered two separate genera and now their both classified as Rhododendron. Azaleas are native to Europe, Asia and North America and human ingenuity has created over 10,000 different varieties. “Gibraltar” is a deciduous azalea cultivar, first introduced in 1947. 

The title of this post. ‘First Bloom’, captures a moment in time and a sunny, spring morning in our back yard. Now isn’t this is what the joy of gardening is all about? Strolling around sipping that first cup of coffee and checking out this beautiful, first bloom. Hey wait a minute, where’s my camera?

[russetfoxfur]

alright these are subject to change but ive been getting into headcanons abt the minecraft default skins. not just alex and steve tho im talking bout our underrepresented underappreciated newer defs. under the cut are my headcanoned backstories abt them based off mostly vibes (T-T minecraft plsss you couldve given THEM a story instead of these new fuckin characters in the minecraft movie. pls im begging you)

Efe—a piglin hybrid. They/them. Fighter/builder. They were raised in the Nether as a Brute and journeyed to the Overworld, where they were picked up by Steve and Alex after besting Steve in combat. Infatuated with the water because there’s no water in the Nether—has learned to swim and loves to relax by a lake or ocean. The best fighter of the defs, rivaling Alex in terms of combat, and enjoys learning new combat techniques—loved experimenting with the mace. Builds interiors, something the rest of the defs tend to neglect. In a relationship with Makena and Ari.

Makena—a bee hybrid. Xe/her. Farmer/builder. Xe was part of a Hive before she left to see more of the outside world. She loves gardening and farming and has a green thumb; loves to be helpful and tries her best to better nature in any way she can. Xe’s also very good with agriculture and farming. Loves mobs and the creatures of the world and tends to have five dogs and cats each at minimum. Loves landscaping and creating natural-looking builds; usually calls in Noor or Efe to help her with details. In a relationship with Efe and Ari.

Ari—a fox hybrid. She/her. Redstoner/magic-user. She grew up in a small taiga village and first discovered magic through the local brewery. She was apprenticed to a cleric, but, on an expedition to gather mushrooms for a spell, found Noor and took him in. She resigned from apprenticeship and began to travel the world with him before finding the defs and settling down. She’s very outspoken about her beliefs and hates authority figures with a passion. Very good with enchantments, brewing, and other magical activities. Can hold her own in redstoning due to her cleric apprenticeship. In a relationship with Efe and Makena.

Sunny—a cow hybrid. He/him. Crafter/blacksmith. He grew up as a leatherworker apprentice in a small, cozy village—but, after a zombie chewed off his arm, he abandoned that career to become a blacksmith. He made his own arm and got into redstone to keep his arm maintained—but left his village at the urging of Kai to explore the world. He settled down with her after finding the other defs, and enjoys a plainer life. He’s best at formulating plans and, while he's not utterly useless at it, prefers to let others do the fighting. Mostly makes simple, practical contraptions to ease his quality of life. Also loves fishing. Aroace.

Noor—a frog hybrid. Ze/zem. Culinarist and builder. Ze grew up in the sunny mangrove forests and led a relaxed, easy life, but one day ze returned to find illagers chopping down zir forest. Ze fled and ended up in Ari's village, where ze was taken in and apprenticed as a farmer. Ze and Ari left the village to get revenge on the villagers, and, though ze's settled down with the other defs, ze's never forgotten zir vengeance. Likes the methodical tasks of farming and cooking, and enjoys decorating larger builds. Gay, currently open.

Kai—a breeze hybrid. She/he. Dabbler—leans redstoner/prankster. She’s always lived a relatively mundane life, even though she accidentally spawned in a village instead of the Trial Chamber beneath it and became a villager-breeze, but, after a zombie attack put her village in peril, fled with Sunny and never looked back. He likes accomplishing the most insane achievements he can think of, and loves dragging Sunny into his shenanigans. Bi, currently open.

Zuri—a bat hybrid. He/him. Redstoner/noteblock artist. He grew up in the lush caves, living off glowberries and azalea buds, but, when Alex and Steve explored his cave, he followed them to the surface and moved in with them. He is also pretty bad at fighting, preferring to use redstone to make his life easier. He loves music and redstone, and has the largest store of music discs ever. He loves making his own music and creating cool redstone contraptions. Autistic. Gay-ace, has a crush on Noor.

Alex—a human. She/her. Fighter/builder. The second human ever, created to destroy Herobrine. She chased him away from the burgeoning Minecraft servers and settled down on one. She is undefeated in combat and is otherwise very intelligent. She is also rather friendly and casual, and wants to uphold the peace of the Overworld. Good at creating practical, lived-in builds, grounded in what she knows. Aroace.

Steve—a human. They/them. Miner/builder. The third human ever, Steve was spawned as a test to make sure that Herobrine was indeed a fluke instead of a norm—made up of much of Herobrine’s code, with a few changes to personality and power. Wants a life of peace and simplicity. Easily spooked, especially scared of screaming goats, but resourceful and good at combat. Mute. They tend to build more fantastically than their counterpart, with huge megabuilds and whimsical creations. Aroace.

[hmshermitcraft]

Cleo wears flowers in her hair. Pearl, being a moth hybrid, is naturally attracted to them! The flowers. And Cleo, but she meant the flowers too.

It's not her fault she always end up bumping into Cleo when looking for a quick snack while around the shopping district. Good nectar, anyways, those azalea flowers on Bdubs' moss shop tasted horrible. The ones Cleo chose to weave into her crown every single day always were her favorites—she swore it was on purpose!

Even if she doesn't get what she was looking for, the nectar usually dries up if the flower is picked or gets drank much more efficiently with their proboscises by other butterflies and bugs, she always gets a kiss from Cleo and a little extra quality time. They end up shopping together, and Pearl would survive on the golden carrots in her inventory anyways.

Her strong senses for flower nectar really does come in handy for many other things than an energy boost.

One of the things she always enjoys, once she realises it, is being able to tell where Cleo is! If she's close enough to scent the nectar then it's almost like a string, tugging her toward Cleo. It's fun to swoop in and leave a quick kiss, or surprise them!

She can't tell if Cleo chooses the flowers on purpose or not, but they haven't changed since Pearl started spending more time with them. It's... Nice to have her company wanted. Even if it's a strange way to show it.

[watcher-with-burned-wings]

Bad Thoughts Give Me Bad Dreams

(Dragon Scott au with flower ranchers)

Many years ago, dragons, humans, and hybrids lived in peace. The humans had land and farms, and the dragons had mountains and skies. The hybrids were free to pass through either domain. That was until dragons discovered magic. When the humans found out, they got increasingly jealous. Soon the humans convinced the hybrids that the dragons were too powerful. The hybrids and humans attacked the unsuspecting dragons, wiping out many of them. The remaining dragons refused to fight and turned to hide. The dragons disappeared without a trace. No one knew where they fled as they did not return to the mountains. Even after all these years, many humans were still set on hunting them down.

Somewhere in the sea on the coast, is a cave. Deep within this underwater cave, leads to a hidden civilization. Once a lush cave had grown into a sanctuary for the remaining of the fallen race. The walls shifted from stone alto diorite to calcite. Glow from berries glimmered in the amethyst clusters dotted around the cave.  Vines hung from ledge to ledge, from stalactite to stalagmites, and decorated nests. Moss and azaleas were used as bedding and padding, magic growing the azaleas into trees. Using the same magic, crops were grown. Fresh spring water flowed down one side of the cave. Dragons walked around and glided through the air as they chatted and lived peacefully. A market was in the middle of the refuge. Many sold fish, or the more darning ones sold game from the surface.

A pair of dragons watched the bustle of their kind from a small ledge. On the ledge was their nest. Two eggs were resting in the center. A crack appeared on the shell of the larger egg. Both parents turned eagerly and watched as two tiny legs pushed out of the shell, cracking the egg fully. A purple-haired hatching sat in the middle of the eggshell, its black wings were visibly strong, and its horns shone proudly. The parents only admired their hatchling momentarily before the other egg cracked.

Unlike the first hatchling, a small hole was formed, and a small face poked out. The hatchling pushed hard against the shell and popped his head out as the top of the egg cracked. A startled squeak came as he rolled out of the egg. This hatching had cyan hair, small horns, and weak wings, but his claw-like hands were webbed with a fin-like tail. The parents were ecstatic that they had a sky-borne and a sea-borne hatchling.  They dubbed them Xornoth and Scott.

As the years passed, the siblings soon grew from hatchlings to fledglings. Xornoth was the first to learn how to fly. Scott struggled to fly due to his features but could glide for long periods. When it came to learning how to swim, Scott flew through the depths, while Xornoth struggled to stay afloat. The cyan-fledging soon learned he had gills on the side of his neck, allowing him to breathe underwater.

While being different, both brothers were extremely close. They played, fought, and shared everything. But one thing they both loved was the days of homecoming. Every six months, they would race to the cave Gate and wait for the exploration team to return. The Gate was the water passage that led to the cavern. It was protected by a strong magic to only allow dragons through.   When the older dragon appeared from the water, everyone cheered as they brought new technologies or food for the colony. Scott would watch with stars in his eyes as he admired the team. He made himself a promise they when he was old enough, he would be on that team.

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A purple and black blur shot through the cavern air space, a blue flash following beneath. Wedded claws gripped at store roofs, springing across gaps and streets.  A fin-like tail flashed behind as he glided from roof to roof.  Calling out apologizes as he dodges around clotheslines or startled elders. His sibling’s laughs echo above him as they grips their stomach at their brother’s dilemma. A smirk graces his face as they slam back first into a stalactite. They fell onto a nearby roof.

“You deserved that!” Scott snickered as he stepped around Xornoth’s fallen form. They groaned in response to Scott’s jab. Scott fondly rolled his eyes. “Come on, we’re going to be late for homecoming.” Grabbing his sibling’s arm, he pulled them up. They wobbled before shaking themselves off.

Scott leaped off the building with a laugh as he heard an agitated ‘Hey!’ come from his nestmate. He descended into the middle of the street and took off running towards the Gate. Dragon folks of all ages started to converge on the plaza. Scott slipped into the front of the crowd, tail swaying eagerly as he watched the Gate. Xornoth dropped beside him and pushed his shoulder.

“Jerk! I could have missed it,” They complained, crossing their arms over their chest. “And here you would have been.”

“Oh shush! You were fine.” He responded as he rubbed his shoulder with a cheeky grin. “I’ve seen you take worse falls than that. You’re just being dramatic.” Xornoth pouted at him before a gurgling caught both of their attention.

The water in the Gate began to swirl in a vortex and changed in color as the magic reacted. From the vortex, a sea-borne dragon shot up into the air, followed by two sky-borne dragons and then a nature-born dragon. The group landed in front of the crowd of dragons, their arms full of supplies and new shiny objects. But something was off.

A solemn air surrounded the group of newly returned dragons. A wave of confused whispers and murmurs passed through the crowd. Everyone watched the pool, waiting for the other two members to appear. Like everyone else, Scott and Xornoth were concerned by the absence of two of their kind. The sea-borne stepped up with a solemn air to him, hushing every dragon in the process.

“To my dismay, I must inform you Tilly and Dan have sadly perished during our adventure.” The leader informed. A stunned shock settled on the shoulders of the community. “They sacrificed themselves to allow the rest of us to escape from the humans. So let us not waste their sacrifice and forever remember them and celebrate the supplies they allowed us to forge.” The leader tried to lighten the mood.

The crowd agreed, dispersing around the market. A band had begun to play songs of remembrance to grieve their loss, then switched to a more upbeat one. Couples dance in the square, while game stalls begin to shout for players. Soon laughter lifted the solemn mood. Scott watched from a shadowed corner, sitting on a barrel, Xornoth finding him after spending some time enjoying the festivities.

Approaching cautiously, Xornoth asked, “Scott? What are you doing here? You should be out there, having fun.” They sat down on a crate next to him.

“Just thinking.” He replied, watching a bat fly around. Xornoth gave an unimpressed look.

“Scott.”

He didn’t answer for a moment, fidgeting with his tail. His sibling rested a hand on his shoulder and gave a gentle squeeze. “I promise, you can tell me anything.”

Scott looked at them finally, taking a deep breath. “I am thinking of joining the group to the outside world.” He admitted, not looking them in the eyes. “I know how dangerous it is, but I want to do something good for the colony.” He closes his eyes, expecting a backlash. Instead, he got a gentle hug.

“I know,” Xornoth whispered. “I will never stop you from pursuing your dream. Just come back to me safe, that's all I ask.” Scott hugged him back tightly, burying his face into his sibling's shoulder.

“I will promise.”

Xornoth cradled his younger brother close to his chest. “You better or I’m hunting you down myself and turning you into a rug.” Scott laughed wetly as he pulled away. Xornoth grinned and grabbed his hand. “Now let’s go play some games, I’m going to beat you so bad!”

Scott smiled as he walked with them, “No you’re not, I’ll win easily.”

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It was the third anniversary of the passing of two of the members of the adventure group. It was also the day when Scott joined the team. All the group was reluctant to let the fledging join their ranks but agreed. The first year was spent learning and observing, and Joel made sure of that. Joel was the leader of the group and a sea-borne like Scott. He was a natural-born leader as he gave instructions flawlessly and proficiently.  Scott learned many skills from him. Hunting, fighting, and stealing are the main ones.

His partner was Lizzie, one of the two sky-borne dragons. She oversaw planning missions and was a rather good fighter. Many of the plans the group chose were approved by Lizzie. When not prepping for a mission, she was rather protective of their newest member. She would cook great meals and sing songs when they were resting. Scott enjoyed her company late at night when she would point out constellations. Her scales were a shimmering sea green.

Next, Grian. He was the other sky-borne dragon of the group. He was a master of disguise and deception. He loves causing confusion and distraction to humans as much as possible. The red-scaled dragon loved any explosive he could get his hands on. Anything shimmery or a button to be pressed, he pushes or takes. When not on a mission, he plays pranks on them. No matter what, Grian is there to make Scott smile. Learning how to set traps had to be Scott’s favorite memory with him.

Last, but not least, was Scar. The nature-borne dragon was Grian’s significant other. While clumsy, he was a master at magic. All dragons knew of some magic, but Scar could outdo them any day. His skill with a bow was incredible and well-practiced. Scar had taught him how to use magic and recite important spells as well as potion making. Scott’s favorite memory is when he accidentally turned the emerald, green dragon into a vivid lavender purple. Everyone had a great laugh.

The second year he mostly allowed Scott to branch out. Engaging the skills, he had studied into practice. The fledging of seventeen rotations soon expanded his reach. He battled in missions with Joel, stole alongside Grian, cast and prepped spells with Scar, and cooked with Lizzie. Scott couldn’t have been happier.

By the spring of the third season, Scott had nearly surpassed all his teachers. He won a duel against Joel. He created a spell all on his own. He even picked up strategizing from Lizzie, helping her to come up with backup plans and escape routes. Everyone was proud of him. Xornoth and their parents were over the moon every time he came home with stories to tell when he visited.

Homecoming had just wrapped up. The team, minus Scott, was planning where they would go next.  Scott walked beside Xornoth, who had grown as well. They were the captain of the guardian force. He was proud of his sibling for making such momentous progress. The two were making idly chit-chat as they headed towards the building where they were residing for the night before heading out the next morning.

Xornoth spoke up suddenly, “Scott… maybe you should hang back this time.”

“What?”

“Just for this year, you know mom is sick so I was just thinking you should be here in case something happens.” They explained, his gaze turned away.

“Xornoth, she has a cold,” Scott deadpanned. “She’s already nearly fully recovered. If something bothers you, just let me know. Don’t dance around it.” He stated bluntly, stopping in his tracks to look at his sibling.

Laughing, “You know me too well. Okay, I guess…” They relent. “I just… have been having horrible dreams about you. In the nightmares, you would be locked in a cage, humans surrounding you. They just seemed so real…” They grabbed his hands, staring him dead in the eyes. “I don’t want to lose you, Scott.”

He pulled his sibling close and engulfed them in a hug. “I vow that I will return to you no matter what. I’ll be careful, I swear.” He pulled away. “Besides, if I’m gone, who’s going to be your annoying little brother?” He gave in a cheeky grin.

Despite looking reassured, Xornoth still seemed troubled. Sighing, Scott compromised, “How about every few weeks I send a letter through flame mail? Will that help?”

“Yeah, just to hear from you.” They agreed.

“Great, now I need to head to the grand hall to meet and plan with the others.” Scott hugged his older sibling once more before letting go.

“Stay safe,” Xornoth called as he walked off. Scott rolled his eyes and called back, “Okay mother hen!” Xornoth squawked in outrage as Scott ran off laughing.

Slipping inside the grand hall, Scott found his companions discussing a map.  

“But Lizzie, we can’t go back to Crystal Cliffs, we were just there,” Joel explained. “It would be best if we went to the Southlands.” Lizzie shook her head.

“It’s too far of a journey this time of year. The tides aren’t in our favor.” She pointed to another place; a city built at the mouth of a river. “Midnight Valley is relatively close.”

Grian piped up. “Oh, heck no! We nearly got caught because of that bottlenecked trap!” Using feather-light steps, Scott crept over and gazed at the map. Lizzie huffed in frustration. “Then where do you suggest we head too?”

Grian studied the map and then pointed to a small group of islands. “What about the Coral Isles? They have good resources.”

Scar frowns. “Don’t they have a pufferfish infestation they are taking care of?”

“Ah, I forgot that part…” He slumped in his seat.

“What if we were to head to Ranch Town?” Scott suggested, alarming everyone.

Scar clutched his chest and panted, “Don’t do that! You nearly gave me a stroke!” Scott had the decency to look ashamed. “Sorry Scar.”

Joel looked at the map, considering Scott’s suggestion. “Why would you say that place?” Scott looked up at him and then at the map. “Well, if we were to travel there, we could camp on the small uninhabited shores near the bottom of the edge of civilization without having to cast huge spells. And Joel and I will always have seawater.” Lizzie nodded slowly.

“I see your point, there are plenty of escape routes if we choose to swim upstream.” She traces the river divides, then taps the docks. “They also have the largest world trade port, allowing us to steal some rare necessities.” Joel nodded.

“I agree. We haven’t been there for ages. Looks like we’re heading to Ranch Town.” The leader declared, “We leave in the morning, so prepare accordingly.  Ranch Town is a week’s worth of travel.”

Everything was settled, so the adventurers headed off to bed, unknowing of the strife ahead.

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Weaving through the crowds, Joel and Scott dashed through the dock. Shouts followed them as knights gave chase. Tucked in Scott’s claws was an book, he had stolen from a royal merchant ship. Twin cloaks flailed behind them as they fled the scene. The chase had been going on for around a good twenty minutes by now.

Scott was starting to tire as Joel gave a nod, signaling to split up.

Scott turned down a small side street, trying to lose the guards. As he ran, he wondered how this had happened. It was supposed to be a simple operation. Get in and out. But everything went wrong right away. The ship that was supposed to be there was a simple merchant ship, not a royal one. Then the guards swamped the boat. Everyone scattered, guards tailing them. This brings us to where he is currently.

Four guards sprinted after him. He glanced at the book and wondered why they wanted it so obsessively. Shotting out of the alley, he ran into the road, sliding under a cart that nearly trapped him. He snickered as he heard a few cusses, dashing swiftly around a corner, only to nearly run into a horse.

He stumbles into the dirt on his butt. He looked up to yell, only to pale, seeing the head of the royal guard. The head of the royal guard was the prince’s fiancé, Tango. He was a hot head blaze hybrid, fiercely protective of the kingdom. Nearly no one had escaped him before, minus his group. But he was about to clean his record. Scott tried to scramble away, but his boots couldn’t get a grip on the sediment.

“Where do you think you’re going?” Tango hopped down and placed his knee into Scott’s spine, nearly on his hidden wings. The book, long forgotten, fell into the dirt as Scott struggled against Tango, trying to escape. Tango manages to wrangle him into chains as the other knights rounded the corner. Falling limp, Scott realized he was outmatched and outnumbered.

He yelped as his hood was grabbed and he tossed over the horse's back. Tango patted him down, confiscating his small, enchanted dagger and a few regenerating potions. Then the royal knight reached for his cloak clasp. Scott stiffened in fear as he was powerless to prevent the inevitable. He curled slightly as his wings and dragon heritage were revealed. Tango seemed to short-circuit for a moment before recovering, placing the cloak down he turned to his men.

In a commanding voice, “Find the other thieves I need to bring this one to the castle.” Tango orders. “Do not kill. Especially if they are anything like him.” The knights saluted before spreading out to search for his friends.

Scott’s stomach dropped when he heard castle. He couldn’t be serious. But as Tango saddled up, and pushed his horse into a trot, he knew he was in big trouble.

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 Scott cursed as he was thrown roughly into the cell. He hisses at the guard as the wooden door slams and locks, causing the tower to rumble around him. He glares as he brushes himself off, checking himself over. The cyan-scale Dragonborn had been stripped of nearly everything he owned, left with only the clothes on his back. Sadly, his cloak was confiscated, leaving him only in his trousers.

Glancing around, Scott grimaced.

The cell was circular with a barred lancet window situated above his head, allowing fresh air and sea breeze to filter in. Moonlight cased long shadows but provided enough light to see. The tropical summer humidity caused the cobbled stone to gleam with condensation, making the cell damp. A small wooden bench hung, posing as a poor substitute for a bed, under the window. A tiny wooden bucket filled with murky questionable water was placed beside it—the whole cell smelt of mildew.

Trudging over to the bench, Scott sat down heavily. He closed his eyes as he rested his head against the wall, feeling so stupid about getting caught. Opening his eyes, he stared up at the cone-like ceiling with despair. He should have listened to Xornoth.  He could have spent six months with him. It wouldn’t have killed him to spend time with his family. Now he might not ever see them again.

Ignoring the burning in his eyes, Scott looked at his hands. He looked at his scaly hands and sharp nails. He cupped them together and mumbled under his breath a spell. A ball of light formed and drifted from his hands. A sudden thought came to him, causing him to spring up for the worn old bench. The light drifted above his head as he approached the door.

He nearly laughed at his idiocy. He crouched down and pressed a hand to the cell door. He smirked as he pronounced the lock-pick spell. A click echoed around the small room as the door unlocked. Relief washes over Scott as he pulls open the cell door. He stepped out of the cell, and a narrow staircase leading downward met him. Eager to leave, the dragon leaped down the stairs, taking them two at a time. Scott couldn’t help but feel victorious as he dashed down the stairs.

However, the feeling didn’t last long.

Halfway down the stairs, Scott turns one of the many curves of the staircase. He was in such a rush, that he didn’t realize until it was too late, hitting the prince directly in the chest. They both tumbled, pushing the second person, Tango, down the stairs as well. The trio rolled down in a jumble of limbs and curses. Finally, they stopped near the bottom of the stairs, very bruised and sore.

Scott groaned as he pulled himself out of the pile, groaning as he held his chin where he hit it. He rubbed it, checking for blood, which thankfully there didn’t seem to be. Another groan caught his attention, and he turned to see Tango rubbing his head a bit. The prince just lay on the stairs, looking dazed. He and Tango locked eyes.

Scott bolted. He heard a curse before another pair of footsteps followed him.

Scrambling down the rest of the stairs, Scott practically fell out of the stairway, Tango hot on his heels. Picking a direction, he fled. Much to his dismay, he met two guards right away. Tango called from behind him, causing the knights to notice him. He dodged out of their reach, before continuing down the hallway.

He turned another corner, only to run into a dead end. Come on, Scott thought. I can’t catch a break. He spun around to meet his pursuers, pressing himself back into the wall of the hallway, wings twitching. Tango stepped in front of the two other guards.

“No one needs to get hurt. The prince and I only wanted to ask you some questions and offer you a deal.” He had his hands in a passive position in front of him.

Getting defensive, Scott snarled, “Let me go. Like I would ever help you.” He barred his teeth, at the blaze hybrid. Tango's face fell in a scowl.

“You were caught stealing. Normally, thieves would be sent to work in the mines for a few years. But you’re a special case.” Tango explained.

“And why’s that?” He snapped, his tail whipping aggressively. Footsteps came from behind the group. The guards moved, revealing a disheveled looking prince. A low growl rumbled from Scott’s throat.

“Because we need your magic knowledge.” The prince stated as he fixed his crown. Scott’s eyes scanned him as he towered over him. The canary hybrid stood nearly head over him. Golden feathers ruffled on his head wings. He had sandy blond hair with muddy tried brown eyes. He was clearly near Scott’s age but his eyes mirrored an elders.

“Why?” The dragon asked suspiciously.

“Please. Humans have begun to invade our land. Many hybrids are dying, like many of your kind did.” To Scott’s surprise, the prince knelt and bowed to him. “Please. We’re desperate. I sincerely apologies for the treatment you had this far. I promise, as Jimmy Solitary, so to be king of Ranch Town, that you and your kind will have protection here for as long as I live.” Jimmy had his forehead practically touching the floor. All the knights copied his movements.

To say Scott was lost was an understatement. First, they imprisoned him, then they asked him for help. He shook his head a bit, feeling overwhelmed. “How do I know this isn’t a sick trick?” Scott deflected.

“Please, if it was trick, do you think we would be bowing and not just torturing you?” Tango said with a bit of an eye roll, but something felt off as Jimmy shot him a glare. Scott gulped at that. It was a good point.

“Fine,” Scott admitted, “But what would you need me to do?” Scott questioned.

Relieved, Jimmy stood up from the floor. “If possible, we need more of those potions you had on you. Plus, if you could perhaps make our weapons enchanted as well.” Jimmy thought for a moment. “We’ll provide everything you need to create them as well.”

Scott couldn’t believe he was hearing. It was like something from a dream. Those simple everyday things dragons could do, but the problem was supplies to create them. So having access to everything was a blessing. Biting his lip, his ear fins flicking with thought.

Scott sighed, “My group and I will help you out as a trial run, until we can trust you.” He spoke. “But know, we will never show you where we hide.” He promised.

“Deal!” Jimmy exclaimed excitedly as he took Scott’s claw and shook it. “Thank you, thank you so much.” Scott awkwardly patted his shoulder, feeling as though he made a deal with the devil.

“Yeah, well as long as we remain behind the scenes, I don’t mind helping.” He added on. “And free meals and comfortable rooms.”

Jimmy laughed, his personality doing a one-eighty. “Of course! In the morning, you can go out to find your friends. But please, allow me to show you to your proper room.” Jimmy grabbed his hand and guided him down a corridor. A staircase later and another hallway later, they reached a door.

Tango opened it, revealing a small bedroom. To be honest, it wasn’t much bigger than the cell had been, but it was furnished with a bed and a dresser. A rug covered the stone floor, but there was no window, only touches for light. Scott reluctantly stepped through the doorway.

“Oh, by the way. Tomorrow we will also discuss your punishment, after all, you still stole royal property.” Jimmy added slyly. “Don’t worry about it too much, Cutie. We can add it into the contract that we’ll create we all your friends are here.” Jimmy gave a Cheshire grin. “Sleep well, little dragon.”

With that the door was slammed closed and locked. Scott could hear something being put in front of the push door, locking him in with no way out. Standing in the dark of the room with only torchlight as company, Scott had a feeling he had just sold his soul.

Scott crawled into the bed and cried himself to sleep that night.

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It was four years later; Scott found himself sitting on the arm of King Jimmy’s throne, dressed in the finest clothes, sitting beside the king himself. The war had finally ended. With the dragons’ help enslavement, the hybrids were able to conquer over the humans, restoring balance. During the war, many dragons had moved from the cave to Ranch Town, having decided to be forced to help.  After dragons were able to begin normal lives in Ranch Town and live happily above ground, free to fly or swim wherever they please. But as per the agreement, Scott must serve an extra two years for his crime.

Jimmy and Tango had married before the war was announced, officially making Jimmy king. Scott was worked to the bone through the first year in captivity. Many potions and weapons nonstop, his hands would blister from how much nether wart he had to touch. His scales would be dry and flaky by the end of the day due to the heat of the brewing stands. Tango had taken notice one day and had him moved.

From then on, he was Jimmy’s personal servant and guard, much to his friends’ protests. Scott simply told them not to worry and continued with his job. Jimmy soon took a liking to Scott, becoming friendly with him rather quickly while Tango was on the front lines. When Tango was sent back due to an injury, he also had taken to a liking to Scott, but much more slowly. Scott, oblivious to royals’ affection, was focused on protecting everyone he endangered. Even when the war ended, Tango and Jimmy agreed that Scott was theirs.

The royals decided to host a ball celebrating the victory, which is where they are now.

Jimmy leaned over and murmured into Scott’s ear, “Come on Scott, don’t look so glum. I know you want to go be with your family and sibling but we’re your family now as well.” A shiver when down his spin at the hot breath on his ear.

A choked off squeak escaped the cyan dragon as Tango petted his wing. “Yeah, we could have lock you in your room for the night, but we graciously allowed you to be here with us.” Tango gave him a small kiss on the forehead. “So don’t be so ungrateful.” Tango chastised lightly.

Scott early on had learned how to get under their skins. “Yes sirs.” He replied sadly. Both frowned instantly.  Neither of them wanted to cause their little dragon to be mad or upset. But they both agreed that sometimes it was needed. But this wasn’t one of those times.

Jimmy tried to recover, “Maybe later you can hang out with Xornoth, they are staying the weekend. But we haven’t seen much of you all week.” He whined, holding Scott’s hand.

“Yeah, and I was only teasing about you room.” Tango added. “We just missed you, cutie.”

Scott smirked internally, having admittedly, started to gain feels of his own towards his to captors. He nodded a bit on the outside, “Okay…” He yawns as he rubs his eyes, having decorated and planned most of the ball himself.

Both Jimmy and Tango melted. Pulling the sleepy dragon into his lap, Jimmy rested him against his chest. Said dragon barely noticed, having done this millions of times, snuggled into Jimmy’s chest. He closed his eyes, falling asleep to the lull of the conversation in the ballroom.

“Sleep well, little dragon.” Both whispered with soft possessive eyes.

[faguscarolinensis]

Rhododendron x 'Mrs. G.G. Gerbing' / 'Mrs. G.G. Gerbing' Hybrid Azalea at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[fantasykiri5]

so which characters do you personally headcanon to be winged avians?

Honestly, mostly just Jimmy, Grian, Wels, and False; Jimmy being a canary, Grian a scarlet macaw, Wels a perigrine falcon, and False a red-tailed hawk.

The other naturally winged species I have is fairies/fae (fairies being a type of fae), which work a lot of different ways since they’re more magical I think, and the only ones I have for being some manner of fae 100% of the time are Lizzie (she’s technically fae, but to use dnd terms she’s more like a god who decided when losing followers or dying to— instead of just dying— trade her traditional divinity to become arch fae.) and Stress, who is a regular children’s-tale-style fairy (which is the subspecies what Lizzie mimics in order to not draw attention of be hunted or shit.)

For other characters species, I actually have a number of very specific headcanons! I’ll put ‘em below the cut though since that’s not what the original question was about

Gem is half elf and half a different elf! Part wood elf and part high elf, with characteristics of both. Currently she’s got a fish thing going on that honestly might be a curse or mutation or something? It wasn’t like that before

Scar is a full wood elf, but didn’t know about it until the beginning of season 9, as he wasn’t raised as an elf and I like to think his ears didn’t grow in until the time he and the rest of Boatem were floating in the void. Elf’s ears are quite long and wood elves specifically can swivel them, but they don’t reach their full size until a while into adulthood and small but pointed ears are incredibly common among players and few are completely human. Scar was raised presumably by Vex? Or in the zombie apocalypse? Nobody’s sure but it wasn’t by elves, he reconnected with that in s9.

Martyn is a half elf, specifically high elf + human

Scott is a full high elf

And Bdubs is 1/4 wood elf, 1/2 halfling (hobbit), and 1/4 human. Occupationally/class wise, he’s a Druid, not to be mixed up with “dryad” which is a species (and not bdubs.)

And moving away from the elves my Joel is a nymph, which is essentially a tree person? But more humanoid than a dryad, which is a tree that is kinda person-y. Joel is more of a person that’s a bit like a tree. I like to think he can turn into a tree sometimes (azalea of course, though for a while I thought maybe Willow? Cherry would also be fitting for s10 but I don’t like having them switch species within what’s technically the same world) and he was born from a tree (and he’s transgender because in legends nymphs are all women, but he said fuck that.)

Pearl WAS human, or the default-humanoid-player species as it were, but got bitten by Ren during double life and turned into a wolfwalker (a piece of Irish folklore; somebody who’s a human while they’re awake and become a wolf when they sleep. They’re human body stays asleep and they form a new one with magic to be the wolf body.)

Etho also WAS human-adjacent, and was turned into a wolfwalker YEARS ago, long before hermitcraft

Ren has been a wolfwalker his whole life, he was born as one

To elaborate on Lizzie and Stress more, the term “fae” is pretty broad, it covers things like folklore fairies, wolfwalkers, nymphs, Allay and Vex, and honestly quite an assortment of other things. There are quite a number of fae creatures that are entirely unique and don’t technically belong to a “subspecies” as well, because fae are just sort of weird like that. It’s a very loose category of being, basically. Anyways Stress is what most would consider a very typical European-style fairytale fairy (with the exception of being human-size) and they’re a pretty common type of fae, they’re related to Allay and Vex, and there are theories that they are an ancestor species to modern-day moth and butterfly (and other flying insect) hybrids, though none have been definitively proven.

Lizzie, as I mentioned above, used to be a goddess. Gods can only fully die when they have no followers left, and when that happens their bodies are essentially sent frozen to another plane to float in space. (THANK YOU Fantasy High for this one, I’ve had vauge ideas for a while and the way Spire is structured helped me figure it out. Go watch Fantasy High basically.) ANYWAYS if a god is in direct danger of that happening they can choose to let go of a portion of their power and become fae-aligned, basically demoting themselves and moving a bit to the left, in order to not die when they lose the last of their followers. So Lizzie is like a demigoddess-but-a-bit-to-the-left, but arch fae are very highly sought after foes for a number of reasons, so what she’s done is essentially disguised herself as the same sort of common fairy as Stress in order to avoid that!

(Also, I’m currently thinking that Gem’s recent sea-monster curse is a side effect of starting to accidentally worship a half-dead god?? Gem doesn’t know she’s doing it, but the universe does I guess. And Lizzie’s domain as a god was DEFINITELY connected to the sea ;D )

Finally, we’ve got simple mob/animal hybrids, off the top of my head there’s Zed (sheep) XB (Gaurdian) Beef (cow) and Doc (creeper+goat+robot+butterfly now, apparently.) I’ve probably got more but idk.

And other than that I don’t think I have any specific headcanons for anyone else? I know I kinda rambled past what your question was but I’ve been cooking some of these up for a while and I wanted to share :D

[speakergame]

Okay, random question. so we know Rory drives a motorcycle, and Kana drives a convertible, But what do the other RO's drive or would drive if they had a car?(since you mentioned the possibility of Az not driving in the car scene) Hope you have a good day/night/afternoon aswell!!

with added specifics because researching cars was actually a lot of fun 😆:

Rory drives a blue '85 Harley-Davidson FXEF Super Glide that they rebuilt themself. they call her Beatrix

Kana drives a white 2018 BMW series 4 convertible

I haven't settled on an exact car for Sebastian yet. Something intentionally "boring" that doesn't stand out in a crowd, that has enough headroom for someone his size, and is at least 10 years old

Li can drive, but doesn't own a car. Borrows Gavin's car, if they need to go somewhere.

Azalea can't drive and doesn't own a car. If she did, she'd probably own a hybrid or electric.

Gavin owns a powder blue late-60's Chevelle, which has been mentioned in passing once or twice already. He doesn't drive very often, though, so it's kind of become the family vehicle.

Audrey drives a red Volkswagen Beetle. the new model, not the old 60's one.

Nellie drives a hatchback, either black or dark green. I haven't decided if it's a Mazda 3 or Ford Focus, but it's one of the two. has a few aftermarket upgrades

Luke, Mama, Henry, Ana, and Casey all borrow Gav's car instead of owning one of their own.

Mal can drive, but hates doing it, and doesn't own a car.

Anya is 7. Owns a Hot Wheels version of her dad's car

[mousegirlvorecast]

Hi there! Welcome to my vore side blog! I interact from @mousegirlpodcast !

If you are not 18+ GET THE FUCK OFF MY BLOG OR ELSE!!!

Otherwise welcome to the show! More details about who you’re talking to under the cut!

We are mostly into fatal and unwilling vore so expect a lot of that! Also expect oral, anal, unbirth, and cock vore; along with digestion and hard vore!

My writings can be found under #my writing

Our DMs are always open and so is our ask box! Please interact! Some of us don’t bite!

Speaking of which; we are a system! We will try to tag our posts with who is talking so here is everyone that will generally be interacting with this blog (note that this isn’t all of us, just those who run this blog

Dari: the mouse this blog is named for! She is a small pathetic bratty prey who will always fight back, and will try to trick you with either her words or inventions.

Hazel: the body! Another mouse but not as pathetic. If you’re talking to a mouse it’s more often Dari but hazel appears here too. Also a prey usually but can be willing at times.

Francis: a strong demon pred who will hunt you down. Is known to be quite cruel and gets off on the suffering of her prey. Has on very very rare occasions been known to sub or be prey but don’t count on it

Azalea: the opposite of Francis, a kind angel who may be a pred for softer willing scenes; but is also down to be destroyed and consumed.

Kai: a kitty switch who is arrogant and thinks she’s stronger than she is. She can sometimes be crueler than Francis but rarely gets the chance to be before she gets pinned down.

Lily- our puppy switch, she is very excitable and will most likely agree to whatever you say; she does have a sadistic streak if she thinks you’re weaker than her though

Phoenix: a human girl with fire wings who tends to overestimate her ability to fight back. An unwilling prey most of the time

Aria: an owl affini hybrid who finds more pleasure in hunting down and consuming sophonts than bringing them comfort. A pred all the way.

Trixie: a slime girl switch who is more go with the flow no pun included

[jazzumbra]

OC Revamped Designs ✨️

Old Design -> New Design

This is Jeremiah’s redesign! I revamped his whole design from his skintone, eyes, hairstyle, etc. I wanted him to look more like an elf-demon hybrid.

Old Design -> New Design

Here is Azalea’s redesign! She has longer hair and her eye shape is different. I made her colors a lot brighter than in her old design. She is half-dwarf and half-human, but mostly her appearance is more human.

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[straightdragonsdontexistwdym]

Leafwing hybrid names

Leaf/mud: buttonbush, alder, duckweed, switchgrass

Leaf/sea: kelp, algae, lilypad, lotus

Leaf/rain: forest, canopy, azalea

Leaf/night Moonflower, nightshade, forest, wither

Leaf/sand: marigold, primrose, cactus, agave, brittlebush

Leaf/ice: wither, juniper, pine

Leaf/sky: autumn

Leaf/silk: mimic, pipevine

Leaf/hive: honey, grasshopper, aphid, silverleaf

[mildlylesbian]

Art by the amazing @blood-smith Meet Azalea, the Mooshroom hybrid and my hermitcitizen! (well... one of them anyway)

Azelea is a 22-year-old Mooshroom living in a Lushcave with their sibling Berry (@blood-smith character), they work at Decked Out part-time as a landscaper and medic, cause Mojang knows they need one with how many times those idiots die. /loving

Alongside their Decked out work, they also own a bakery called The Lush Cave which is located in the shopping district, more info on that when it opens but right now just know they make really good cookies - they might even be better than Scars! :)

Aside from their work, they enjoy baking and singing! Their passion is to build, but they kinda sidelined that in favour of looking after their twin and supporting him. Though they're not too upset about it, since Berry tends to travel to places where they can build anyway.

Bonus fact! They lost their arm as a child in an accident while out playing, they arm itself is powered by redstone and they used to draw on it a lot :)

I am bad at character posts feel free to send me questions about them, they are my bby <3