#Big Spirit Lake (Lake)

[chiefofboatwatsonstittymug]

People shouldn't try to do straight covers of Slipknot because no other metal band in the world has that many fucking members so it'll come off sounding a little hollow, you've gotta get weird with it and put your own spin in there

[sunnyapollonjabrigidotter]

Living for this kind of art ^^

Also: used it in my recent picsart edit

& here on the others..

(Ofc the last one's a sculpture, cs yeah...)

Lovely one.. here on it, + credits, or what I was able to find...

1. Heaven Ouranos (for some reason wasnt able to locate the actual art; when i clicked on it it gave me the other art on the same god, weird, so i put on him, thinking s/he/they maybe did the same diety in two very different styles (tho love that one more) sorry cant credit, but ill try to find the actual art, maybe ill be let2, & will re-edit if all goes fine

2. Thunder - Zeus - from here

3. Wind - Aeolus - artist credited (awesome art from @gigizetz on tumblr, love the pants design ^^)

4. Water - Oceanos - art on devianart by @Admiral-M-10K

5. Fire - Hephaestus - from here

6. Earth - Gaia - also from here

7. Mountain - oh this one was tough, cause there are many, ofc makes sense for every mountain to have its own mountain spirits, & so with every lake, river (esp major ones) & even the mythical ones, i chose # Nysos, cause yeah, Dionysos, & cs s not something you'll find on a map^^

8. Lake - a Naiad/Grace ith, the ones who acompany Aphrodite Ourania... & here's on the eight trigram elements that make together

the I ching

Aeolus character design process!

(disclaimer: my writing sucks and I'm not good at explaining things so if it gets a bit weird just know I'm trying my best)

a lot of people have been saying very nice things about my character design for Aeolus in EPIC, and that makes me really happy! So I decided to break it down to show you guys my full process in designing them! :D

When I first listened to the snippet of Keep Your Friends Close I was very excited that this old bearded god man was going to be interpreted by a girl, so the first concept I had was to maximize this contrast by also making my Aeolus appear as a child. Aside from the contrast thing, it would also tie in with their playful personality. Here are some of the sketches I did at the time (around 2022):

Since the beginning I always had the clown aesthetic in mind. Not sure why, just thought it matched the cute playfulness of the character. It was fun combining wind/cloud stuff with the clown aesthetic, like the cloud around the neck and wrists, which was supposed to resemble those ruff thingies that clowns usually wear.

I experimented with a lot of elements, like the headband and the cropped shirt, but I decided to remove and recicle them in other EPIC characters (Odysseus and Circe). Their design was also more feminine, and since I was aiming for a more androgynous look this would be changed later.

I remember around this time I saw a video of Jay where he said he envisioned Aeolus having a more calm nature aesthetic, so I decided to change my design to better match what he had in mind. I made the hair wavier, with clean and smooth lines, made sure that Aeolus would act less clown-like, rarely stand up and never abandon the cloud. These doodles better resemble the current design:

it was also around this time that I designed the island in the sky. My biggest inspiration was New Super Mario Bros. WII world 7, mainly because of the chill vibes and cute fluffy clouds. So I took that and threw the combined aesthetic of a child's playroom and ancient Greece temple on top of it and it was done.

Right now here's the full body reference of them:

I'm very proud of it, I think it matches the themes and feelings I had in mind while also translating their personality quite well. The color palette is a simple blue/yellow/red, but the simplicity helps to complement the childish appearance. Their outfit is comfy, cute, and something you'd like to sleep in. The round shapes makes them adorable. Overall a cute little gremlin that is also a very powerful god.

[jadegreensworld]

Today, I went to the crash site of singer's Buddy Holly, Richie Valens, The Big Bopper, & the pilot Roger Peterson.

There was so much energy around that area. I sensed Spirit, so I started looking around, and out in the cornfield, I saw two black shadowy figures on each side of the field. I have no idea who they were. But, they were watching us.

There were people around, and I didn't want to make a scene.

I am going to go back with my daughter later this month, and we are going to bring a candle and try to communicate with whomever is there.

I'll let ya know what happens next time.

[fishofthewoods]

I see a lot of people clowning on the people of Pelican Town for not repairing the community center themselves or clowning on Lewis for embezzling and. like. Those criticisms aren't entirely unfair. But I think instead of coming at it from a perspective of "why can't the townspeople do this" we should be asking "why and how can the farmer do this?"

Like. Think about it. The farmer arrives in Stardew Valley on the first day of spring. By the first day they're obviously different. By day five the spirits of the forest who haven't been seen by the townsfolk in years or generations are speaking to them. By the second week they've developed a rapport with the wizard that lives outside town.

In the spring they go foraging and find more than even Linus, who's spent so many years learning the ways of the valley. Maybe he knows, when he sees them walking back home. Maybe he looks at them and understands that they're different, chosen somehow.

In the summer they fish in the lakes and the ocean for hours on end, catching fish that even Willy's only ever heard of, fish that he thought were the stuff of legend. They pull up giants from the deep and mutated monstrosities from the sewers.

In the fall, their crops grow incredibly immense; pumpkins twice as tall as a person, big enough that someone could live inside. The farmer cuts it down with an axe without even batting an eye. Does Lewis wonder, when he checks the collection bin that night and finds it full to the brim with pumpkin flesh? What does he think? Does he even leave the money? Does he have the funds to pay the farmer millions of dollars for the massive amounts of wine they sell? Or is it someone--something--else entirely?

In the winter, the farmer delves into the mines. No one in Pelican Town has been down there in decades. No one in living memory has been to the bottom. The farmer gets there within the season. They return to the surface with stories of dwarven ruins and shadow people, stories they only tell to Vincent and Jas, whose retellings will be dismissed by the adults as flights of fancy. People walking by the entrance to the mines sometimes hear the farmer in there, speaking in a language no one can understand. Something speaks back.

The farmer speaks to the the wizard. They speak to the spirit of a bear inside a centuries-old stone. They speak to the shadow people and the dwarves, ancient enemies, and they try to mend the rift. They speak to the Junimos, ancient spirits of the forest and the river and the mountain. They taste the nectar of the stardrops and speak to the valley itself. They change Pelican Town, and they change the valley. Things are waking up.

And what does Evelyn think? She's the oldest person in the valley; she was here when the farmer's grandfather was young. (How old *is* she, anyway? She never seems to age. She doesn't remember the year she was born.) Does she see the farmer and think of their grandfather? Does she try to remember if he was like this too, strange and wild and given the gifts of the forest?

And does their grandfather haunt the valley? He haunts the farm, still there even after his death; his body died somewhere else, but his spirit could never stay away for long. Does Abigail, using her ouija board on a stormy night, almost drop the planchette when she realizes it's moving on its own? Does Shane, walking to work long before anyone else leaves their house, catch glimpses of a wispy figure floating through the town? Does the farmer know their grandfather came back to the place they both love so much?

Mr. Qi takes interest in the farmer. He's different, too; in a different way, maybe, but the principles are the same. They're both exceptional, and no matter what Qi says about it being hard work and dedication, they both know the truth: the world bends around the both of them, changing to fit their needs. Most people aren't visited by fairies or witches. Most people don't have meteorites crash in their yard. Most people couldn't chop down trees all day without a break or speak to bears and mice and frogs.

The farmer is different. The rules of the world don't work for them the way they work for everyone else. The farmer goes fishing and finds the stuff of fairy tales. The farmer goes mining and fights shadow beasts and flying snakes. The farmer looks at paths the townspeople walk every day and finds buried in the dirt relics of lost civilizations.

The farmer is a violent, irrepressible miracle, chosen by the valley and destined to return to it someday. Even if they'd never received the letter, they would've come home.

They always come home eventually.

[annarowyn]

Sammy's Anti-Baptism

God is not going to save you.

One of my favorite parts of Sinners (and there are many) is the focus on how Christianity has been used to rip away culture from groups throughout history.

Sammy lives on a plantation, in a house so small his siblings sleep shoulder to shoulder on the floor. But what is the big white pristine building? The church.

The church was a huge part in colonizing black folks and it was immensely effective. The number of people on TikTok saying the movie was too "spiritually unclean" and they had to walk out... accidentally validating one of the massive points of the movie. If you can Christianize someone, you can erase their ancestral knowledge/power.

Annie never forgot that knowledge. She talks of haints and vampires with knowledge that only comes from generations passing down information. She makes mojo bags for the twins, and sells her wares, serving those in her community. Annie preserves ancestral knowledge and magic, which gives them a fighting chance when they realize something is wrong.

Since the beginning of the film, Sammy has been told that his guitar is in direct conflict with the church, that it will call upon the devil, and that he's asking for trouble. In reality, the guitar and his gifts don't call upon the devil; they call upon the spirit of his ancestors. Again, the church is directly in conflict with ancestral magic/knowledge.

At the very end, Sammy thinks he's about to die in the lake. He starts reciting prayers, only for Remmick to speak them in unison. He then says "The people who took everything from us spoke those words too." Touching upon the cultural erasure that the Romans enacted onto the Irish people. It's low key a "ah, they got you too?"

What saves Sammy's life? Not god. Not his prayers. His guitar. The silver they knew to use because of Annie. Because she didn't let the church erase the powerful knowledge in her lineage.

When he goes home, his father, the pastor demands, "let go of the guitar, give over to god."

He never lets go of his guitar.

Sammy knows. God is not where power lies. The gifts bestowed upon him is where true power is. And that is within him.

(P.S. The vampires chanting in the dark "love and fellowship" gave "thoughts and prayers" vibes.)

[amourquinn]

𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔 ; quinn hughes ( short fic )

pairing : quinn x fem!reader wc. 1.2k

genre : fluff no warnings

summary : a weekend at the lake house with friends takes an unexpected turn when a nightmare brings you and quinn closer

the lake house was quinn’s idea—a perfect place to escape and unwind. for someone as busy as him, weekends like these were rare, and he was excited to spend it surrounded by his family and closest friends, including you.

you and quinn had been friends for years, the kind of friendship built on quiet understanding and mutual trust. it wasn’t flashy or loud, but it was solid. he’d been there for you during tough times, always offering support in his own quiet way, and you’d done the same for him. you were one of the few people he could truly be himself around—no expectations, no pressure, just quinn.

there had always been an unspoken connection between you, but nothing more than friendship had ever been explored. you weren’t sure why. maybe it was fear of ruining what you already had, or maybe it was just the timing never being quite right. either way, you valued the bond you shared and wouldn’t trade it for anything.

that weekend at the lake house had been a long time coming. the two of you, along with quinn’s brothers, some family friends, and a couple of his teammates, had spent the day making the most of the gorgeous weather.

the morning began with a big breakfast prepared by quinn’s mom, followed by a hike that left everyone a little out of breath but in good spirits. in the afternoon, the lake became the center of activity. you and quinn had spent hours on the water, racing kayaks, teasing each other relentlessly, and soaking up the sun. he’d even pushed you off the dock at one point, laughing as you sputtered and promised revenge.

later, as the sun began to set, everyone gathered for a barbecue dinner. the smell of grilled burgers and hot dogs filled the air, accompanied by the sound of quinn’s brothers bickering good-naturedly. when night fell, the group sat around the fire pit, roasting marshmallows and telling stories. it was one of those perfect days where everything felt easy and carefree.

by the time you finally retreated to bed, your body ached pleasantly from the day’s activities. you’d fallen asleep quickly, but your rest was short-lived.

the nightmare came out of nowhere, vivid and unsettling. you woke up with a start, your heart pounding and your breaths shallow. the images refused to leave your mind, clinging to you like a dark cloud. you tried to calm yourself, telling yourself it was just a dream, but the unease wouldn’t go away. every creak of the old house seemed amplified, every shadow in the room more menacing.

you sat up in bed, wrapping your arms around your knees. you didn’t want to stay in the room alone any longer, but you weren’t sure what to do. then, you thought of quinn. he was only down the hall, and if anyone could make you feel safe, it was him.

grabbing your phone, you hesitated. was it weird to text him this late? but then again, quinn was quinn. he wouldn’t mind. taking a deep breath, you typed out a message.

y/n : hey, are you awake?

the reply came almost instantly.

quinn : yeah, what’s up?

your fingers hovered over the screen as you debated what to say. finally, you decided to just be honest.

y/n : i had a nightmare. i can’t fall back asleep. can i come to your room?

the three dots indicating he was typing appeared almost immediately.

quinn : of course. door’s unlocked.

the hallway was quiet as you slipped out of your room and padded down to his. you cracked the door open to find him sitting up in bed, his phone still in his hand. the soft glow of the screen illuminated his face, and when he saw you, he set it aside, his expression softening.

“hey,” he said quietly. “you okay?”

you stepped inside, closing the door behind you. “not really,” you admitted, your voice barely above a whisper. “i couldn’t stay in there alone.”

quinn nodded and shifted over, patting the empty space beside him. “come here. you can stay.”

you hesitated for only a moment before climbing into bed, keeping a bit of distance between you. the mattress dipped slightly under your weight, and the faint scent of his cologne—fresh and familiar—immediately soothed some of your nerves.

quinn pulled the blanket over you, his voice gentle as he asked, “do you want to talk about it?”

you shook your head, your gaze fixed on your hands. “it was just… bad. i don’t even remember all of it, but it left me feeling weird. i couldn’t fall back asleep.”

his brow furrowed in concern, and he leaned back against the headboard. “i get that. sometimes i get those dreams too.”

his tone was steady, calming, and you felt a lump rise in your throat. you weren’t used to letting people see you like this—vulnerable and scared—but quinn made it feel okay.

“you don’t have to talk about it,” he added. “just stay here. you’re safe.”

“thanks, quinn,” you murmured, settling into the pillow.

“anytime,” he replied softly, lying back down beside you.

at first, you kept to your side of the bed, still feeling a little awkward. but as the minutes ticked by, the quiet steadiness of his presence started to chip away at your unease. his breathing was slow and even, and the warmth radiating from his side of the bed was strangely comforting.

⋆˙⟡

the morning sunlight streaming through the blinds woke you. blinking groggily, you realized two things: quinn’s arm was wrapped around you, and your head was resting on his chest. sometime during the night, you’d both shifted closer, his body curled protectively around yours.

the door creaked open, and you turned your head just in time to see trevor step inside.

“hey, quinn, breakfast is—” he stopped mid-sentence, his eyes widening as he took in the scene.

“well, well, well,” trevor said, his voice laced with amusement. “what do we have here?”

your cheeks flushed as you instinctively tried to pull away, but quinn groaned, pulling you closer.

“too early,” he mumbled into your hair, his voice heavy with sleep.

“breakfast is ready,” trevor said, leaning against the doorframe with a smirk. “but i can see you two need… a little more time.”

“trev,” quinn muttered, his voice muffled, “shut the door.”

trevor chuckled, retreating and closing the door behind him.

you sighed, finally managing to tilt your head back to look at quinn. his hair was a mess, and his eyes barely open, but there was a small, sleepy smile on his face.

“five more minutes?” you asked, raising an eyebrow.

he shrugged, his arm still loosely around you. “we deserve more than just five minutes of sleep.”

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile forming on your lips. “you’re impossible.”

“maybe,” he murmured, his voice soft and raspy. “but you’re comfy.”

the honesty in his tone made your breath catch, and for a moment, neither of you moved. the morning sunlight bathed the room in a golden glow, and the world outside seemed to fade away.

“okay,” you finally said, settling back into his embrace. “ten more minutes.”

quinn’s smile widened as he pulled you closer, and the two of you drifted off again, savoring the quiet intimacy of the moment before breakfast.

© amourquinn

[riddlesrizzler]

The Butterfly Effect

pt.3 of The Girl in the Bumblebee Tights

summary: The most beautiful things come from change. characters: mattheo riddle. hufflepuff! reader. mentions of slytherin boys warnings: NONE BUT GOD THIS MAKES MY HEART ACHE WITH LOVE word count: 1.8k a/n-i’m so glad that you all loved this little series!! it was so fun to write and i truly love whimsical hufflepuff! reader. sunshine x grumpy is one of my favorites along with opposites attract. i believe that this will be my last big part of the story. but i will be open to do little drabbles of them :)

He had always prided himself on being an enigma. Mattheo Riddle was cold, indifferent, and almost cruel at times, he never allowed anyone close enough to see what was behind his mask. But then you came into his life, and somehow, without even trying, you began to unravel him.

At first, it had been simple curiosity. He wanted to know what made you tick. The way you floated through life, seemingly untouched by the world's harsh realities, was a puzzle he couldn't resist. But as time passed, it was no longer about curiosity. It was about you.

You were different.

Your bright eyes that saw the world as if it were filled with magic. Your hands that always seemed to carry some forgotten trinket that, to everyone else, would be inconsequential, but to you, was a talisman of luck and hope. Your carefree spirit was infectious, and even Mattheo, with all his years of keeping his emotions in check, couldn’t help but feel drawn to you.

The more time they spent together, the more he found himself changing.

You had taught him about magical creatures, about the care and wonder that surrounded them. You’d shared stories about Thestrals, the quiet creatures that roamed the Forbidden Forest, showing him the delicate balance of life and death.

In return, he had tried to show you the thrill of Quidditch, the adrenaline of chasing a Quaffle through the air, the beauty in the speed of it all.

-

Later, Mattheo found himself on the shore of the Black Lake, where the soft murmur of water lapping at the banks mixed with the crisp autumn air. He wasn’t exactly sure how he had ended up there, but somehow, you had wandered into his world like a soft breeze. And now, you were here, sitting on the grass beside him, your fingers idly trailing through the blades of greenery.

There was something almost magnetic about the way you seemed to float through life-like nothing could touch you. It made Mattheo feel like he was seeing the world in a new light. Every moment with you was like a small, magical escape from the cold, harsh reality he had always known.

You were talking about something-maybe creatures, maybe the stars-his mind was distracted as it always was around you. That’s when it happened.

A delicate butterfly fluttered down from the air, landing right in the middle of his messy curls.

Mattheo blinked in surprise, watching the butterfly settle like it had found the perfect place to rest. He instinctively reached up to brush it away, but you were already laughing-soft, melodious, and light-your eyes crinkling with amusement.

“You look ridiculous,” you giggled, pointing at him, a playful glint in your eyes.

Mattheo raised an eyebrow, the corners of his lips curling into a reluctant smirk. “Ridiculous, huh? You’d think so.”

But then he caught sight of your expression-your face alight with happiness, something he hadn’t realized he longed for.

For just a second, he felt foolish for being the butt of the joke. Yet, it wasn’t in a bad way. It was... different. It felt like something he had never experienced-being okay with looking ridiculous if it made you smile.

“You should leave it,” you teased. “It’s a sign.”

“A sign?” Mattheo raised an eyebrow, his voice half-amused, half-confused.

You nodded, looking so sincere it almost startled him. “Yeah. butterflies are symbols of change, you know. They represent the change in someone’s soul. It’s about transformation, the evolution of who you are.”

Mattheo’s heart skipped a beat. There was something about the way you spoke, so earnestly, like you truly believed in these small, magical things that others might find silly.

But to you, they were real. Everything around you had meaning, had purpose. Even a butterfly on his head had significance.

“Change, huh?” Mattheo repeated quietly, the word rolling off his tongue as if it were something entirely new. He shifted uncomfortably in his seat, unsure of what to do with the feeling creeping into his chest.

“Yeah,” you replied, your voice softening as you gazed out at the lake, watching the water ripple beneath the gray skies. “The thing about change is that it’s inevitable, but it’s also beautiful. You can’t grow without it. You have to change in order to become something more-something better.”

He felt something stir inside him. It was like a quiet warmth, creeping up from the pit of his stomach. For the first time in his life, he considered that maybe... maybe he had been stuck for far too long.

Maybe he hadn’t allowed himself to change because he was too afraid of what that would mean.

And then, he realized: you were the one who had made him feel that way. Your presence, your lightness, your carefree spirit-it had started to loosen the tight grip he had on his heart. Maybe he wasn’t so cold anymore. Maybe, in some small, inexplicable way, he was transforming.

He glanced at you, his gaze softening as he watched the butterfly flutter its wings before flying off into the sky.

For the briefest moment, Mattheo wondered if the butterfly had been a message for him. A message to let go of the walls he had built around himself. Maybe he had already started changing without even realizing it.

And as if reading his mind, you turned to him with a smile, one that made his heart skip a beat. “It’s funny, isn’t it? How something so small, so delicate, can be so powerful?”

He couldn’t help but nod, his throat feeling tight. There was something about the way you spoke, the way you saw the world, that made him feel as if he were seeing it for the first time.

Then, he saw it.

Hanging delicately from your neck was a necklace-a simple gold chain with a tiny butterfly pendant resting just above your collarbone. It was small, almost unnoticeable unless someone was paying close attention.

For the first time, Mattheo realized that you, too, were changing. You were blossoming, evolving, and he wanted to be there with you for every step of it.

“Is that your lucky charm?” he asked, his voice quiet.

You smiled softly and nodded. “It’s a reminder that beauty comes from change. That growth comes from embracing the unknown. It reminds me that I don’t have to stay the same, that I can always become something better, just like the butterfly.”

He was silent for a moment, the weight of your words settling deep in his chest. He wanted to say something, wanted to tell you just how much he was beginning to feel the same way. But instead, he simply reached out, brushing his fingers gently over your hand, grounding himself in the moment. He couldn’t explain it, but being with you made him feel like he belonged-like he was no longer drifting through life, untouched and distant from everything and everyone.

You looked up at him, your eyes soft with understanding, and for the first time, he didn’t feel like he needed to hide any part of himself. You made him feel like it was okay to be vulnerable, to allow things to change, to allow himself to grow.

"And I think…” you paused, smiling softly, “that’s what you’re doing. You’re changing, Mattheo.”

-

When Mattheo found himself with his friends in the Great Hall, they immediately noticed the shift in him.

“You’ve changed, mate,” Theo remarked with a raised eyebrow. “You’re not the same prick you were at the start of the year.”

Mattheo smirked, though it didn’t hold the usual biting edge. He felt… lighter.

And it didn’t feel wrong.

“I guess I have,” he said simply, glancing across the room to where you had just walked by, looking like a dream in your soft, floral dress.

Draco, ever the skeptic, gave him a hard look. “So, what? You’re really into her, huh?”

Mattheo’s eyes softened as they followed your figure. “Yeah,” he said, voice quieter now, full of a sincerity none of his friends had ever heard from him before. “But it feels okay.”

Enzo, leaning back in his seat, let out a low whistle. “Alright, mate. You’ve gone soft.”

Mattheo let out a laugh, shaking his head. “You can mock me all you want, but I’m not going back. Not this time.”

His thoughts drifted back to you, and that butterfly that had rested so delicately in his hair.

-

The next day, he found you in the greenhouse, kneeling down and carefully planting flowers in a bed of rich, earthy soil. You were in your element, and the sight of you-calm, serene, so fully yourself-made his chest tighten.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, watching you. You hadn’t noticed him yet, too focused on your task. The sunlight streaming in through the glass windows bathed you in a golden glow, your hands dirtied from the plants, your face soft with concentration.

And then, without thinking, he moved toward you.

“You’re always here,” he said, his voice quiet, but there was a tenderness in it now.

You looked up, eyes widening with surprise, but there was no hesitation. “I love the greenhouse,” you replied with a smile. “It’s peaceful.”

“I get it,” he said, his voice a little lower than usual. “I feel… peaceful here too.”

You smiled, though there was a spark of curiosity in your gaze.

Mattheo’s throat felt dry as he knelt beside you, his fingers brushing the dirt on the ground. He wasn’t good with words, but he had learned that sometimes, sometimes you have to change in order to grow.

He turned to you, his eyes intense. “Please,” he said, his voice rough. “Be my girlfriend. You’ve changed me in ways I can’t even explain, and I don’t want to grow without you.”

Your heart fluttered in your chest, and your hands shook as you reached up to cup his face. His eyes were full of something raw, something vulnerable, something you had never expected to see from Mattheo Riddle.

Without a word, you leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. His breath caught, and he kissed you back, gently, carefully, like you were the most fragile thing in the world.

As you pulled away, you noticed the faint remnants of dirt on his cheeks. You laughed softly, wiping it away with your thumb.

But just as the moment seemed to settle, something fluttered past, and both of you looked up. A butterfly, the same kind that had landed in his curls earlier, flitted into the greenhouse and landed delicately on one of the plants beside you.

Mattheo smiled, feeling something inside him shift.

“You’re right,” he whispered, his hand finding yours. “I’m changing. And I think I like who I’m becoming.”

And in that moment, under the soft glow of the greenhouse windows, with the butterfly hovering nearby, He realized that maybe-just maybe-he had finally found his place in the world.

And it was with you.

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@thaliashifts

[freeabortionslol]

jack's kiss (a lake house series fic) ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

pairings: jack hughes x reader, mentions of quinn summary: reader and jack watch a xmas movie tg and they share a lil "no strings attached" kiss ;) warnings!! heated makeout (i think that's it) a/n: y'all i can't lie i really just wanted to write a good makeout and ive been depriving the jack girlies with all this quinn content. anyways, im currently writing a tree decorating fic!! i will also prob do baking cookies, ice skating, and secret santa :) anyways, happy reading!! wc: 2.4k lake house series masterlist

Indulging in the Christmas spirit was something you were quite known for around the lake house. It didn’t matter if it wasn’t anything big, you wanted every moment to feel like a true celebration of the holidays. That’s why after everyone went to bed, you insisted on watching a Christmas movie with Jack. He was a night owl, you knew that, and you didn’t want the day to end just yet. You had knocked on his door not long ago, finding him sitting in bed scrolling on his phone. He was more than happy to let you in, so you were quick to hop into his bed and get cozy under the covers. You let Jack pick the movie, Christmas Vacation, his favorite. You knew the other guys would be upset you were watching it without them, especially Trevor, but you didn’t care. Jack didn’t bat an eye when you shifted closer to him, resting your head on his shoulder. He let you stay there for about two minutes before mumbling, “Move up,” and lifting his arm to let you snuggle closer into his side. His hand found your back, tracing soft, comforting circles across the skin through your shirt. You rested your arm around his torso, melting closer into him. The warmth from Jack's side and the soft pressure of his hand on your back made everything feel cozy, like the world outside didn't exist. The laughter from Christmas Vacation filled the space around you, but it was almost like the movie had faded into the background. You could feel the steady rise and fall of Jack’s chest, his presence grounding you in the moment. 

“You’ve kissed Quinn.” Jack said quietly, his voice abruptly cutting through the sound of the TV.

Your cheeks flushed red, turning your face slightly to look up at him. “Yeah, I have.” 

“Not fair,” He said softly, though his teasing tone was prominent enough to pique your interest. You sat up, moving your arm to hold your head as you looked down at Jack.

You squinted your eyes, Jack’s hand still tracing patterns on your back. “What’s that supposed to mean?” You asked.

Jack tilted his head, sending you an expression that read ‘how could you not know what that means?’. “Quinn gets to kiss you and I don’t.” 

You scoffed playfully, throwing your head back before returning your gaze to Jack. “You say that like Quinn kisses me all the time. We kissed once during a game of spin the bottle. Get over it.” Jack turned to face you, now lying on his side. You mirrored his action, watching as he looked into your eyes with a teasing smirk. “Okay, then kiss me.”

You widened your eyes immediately, your face flushing more intensely than before. “What? No!” You giggled.

“Why not?” He asked, chuckling through his sentence. “You kissed Quinn.”

Your mouth gaped open, Jack’s hand moving towards your waist. “We were forced to!”

Jack rolled his eyes, shifting closer in hopes that his charm would sway your decision. “C’mon it’s not a big deal.” Despite your better judgement, you found yourself leaning towards Jack- though you hadn’t given up quite yet.

“No, Jack.” You said with a warm smile. “Friends don’t kiss each other.”

Jack’s smile faltered just a fraction before remembering where he was. The word ‘friend’ hurt more than he cared to admit. “Friends could kiss each other.” He said quietly, a mischievous smirk wiped across his face. 

You let out a long sigh, looking away from him for just a second. His grip on your waist was light, yet it burned through your skin in a way you couldn’t explain. You looked back at him, focusing on his sly smile, but noticing the gentle pleads that his eyes held. “If I kiss you will you shut up about it?” 

Jack’s grin widened, his eyes lighting up with playful mischief. "If you kiss me, I'll stop talking about it forever," he promised, his voice low and teasing, but there was a trace of sincerity behind it. You hesitated, your heart pounding in your chest, but the closeness between you two, the chemistry that had always been there, felt undeniable in that moment. Jack’s fingers brushed against your waist again, a subtle, almost unconscious touch that sent a shiver through you. It was like everything around you disappeared, and the only thing that mattered was the space between you and him. With a deep breath, you leaned in just slightly, your lips hovering near his. The warmth from his breath mingled with yours, and for a split second, everything was suspended in time. Jack didn’t move, but you could see the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, the tension building in the air. 

"Fine," you whispered, your voice almost a soft laugh, trying to maintain some semblance of control. "But this is a one-time thing. A quick kiss, and absolutely no tongue.”

Jack’s grin softened, his eyes glinting with both amusement and something else, something deeper. "I’ll take it." 

With no hesitation, and a hunger that had been building up for the last few moments, Jack’s grip tightened around your waist as he finally closed the gap between the two of you. Your lips gently locked into a soft, gentle kiss. One that spread a warmth through your chest as Jack’s touch grazed over your side. Just one kiss- yet he held onto it for as long as he could, his teeth gently biting into your bottom lip. You pulled back only an inch, your lips ghosting his as you both sat with your eyes closed.

After sitting for barely a second, you leaned back in, crashing your lips onto Jack’s for the second time that night. Your hand found its way to the back of his neck, tangling your fingers in his hair. He pulled you closer by your waist, his lips tasting every cup of hot chocolate you’d had today. In some strange way, your mind was no longer in control as your body made all the calls. You swiped your tongue against his bottom lip, something that surprised him as he was lost in the way you felt against him. He parted his mouth slightly, allowing you to enter. Your tongues lapped each other as your other hand made its way to grip his shirt.

In that moment, Jack finally stepped out of his role as your best friend who sat back and watched, letting his hand move from your waist to your ass, pulling your leg over his hip. A soft moan escaped from the back of your throat and onto Jack’s lips as you hoisted yourself closer against him. The sounds from the TV were now completely drowned out, replaced by the sounds of lips smacking against each other. Jack’s hands found your hips, pulling your legs on either side of him to straddle. You gripped onto his shirt, having to lean down to continue placing sloppy kisses on his lips. Blood rushed through your veins, your mind still completely unaware of what you were doing. Jack ran a hand through your hair, eagerly pulling you down closer. You could feel the rise and fall of his chest, your hand finding its way underneath his shirt to run along his abs. Jack tilted his head back slightly, his tongue cutting deeper into your mouth. He gently cupped the back of your neck, his other hand pulling you closer by your waist. Your cheeks flushed at the feeling of him deepening the kiss, fully devouring into your open mouth.

You moved your hands to his shoulders, pulling yourself down and him on top of you. Jack quickly got your message, moving his hands to your back as he swiftly laid you down on the mattress. With your legs still in position to straddle, you absentmindedly wrapped them around his torso, pulling him down closer. You could feel his shaky breath against your lips as his fingers gently brushed over the bare skin under your shirt. You arched your back slightly, his hand gently caressing as he lifted you up. With each kiss, you felt yourself unravel just a little bit more. The heat of his lips, the softness of his touch, and the pressure of his body leaning closer made it feel like the world was melting away. There was a sense of belonging, of finally being in the right place, even as everything felt new and uncertain. You could feel the quiet intensity in Jack, the way he was holding on to you, but also the slight tremor in his hand that suggested he wasn’t as confident as he appeared.

Jack pulled back for only a millisecond, and you caught the sound of his heavy breath, causing the realization to hit you like a truck. You pulled back slowly, your arms still wrapped around his neck. Your foreheads rested against each other as you both caught your breath, your eyes still closed. His heavy breath against your skin sent a wave of heat through you, and as you both lingered there, foreheads pressed together, it was like everything fell silent around you. Your chest felt tight, heart racing, and yet there was an odd sense of peace in the way your breaths synchronized. His warm presence, the soft pressure of his hands, and the subtle tremor in his touch made everything feel intense but gentle, like a quiet storm just beginning to settle. When Jack leaned in again, his kisses came in soft, quick bursts. Unexpected but tender, like he was testing the waters, almost as if he couldn't stop himself, as if his heart was racing just as fast as yours. Each peck was a confirmation of what he wanted, a confirmation of something unspoken, but real. His lips were warm, urgent, but there was an underlying hesitation to them, like he wasn’t sure how to navigate this new territory between you two. And then, after the final kiss, the lingering silence between you two felt heavy, yet comforting. His breath was still uneven, matching yours, and you could feel the gentle rise and fall of his chest. 

“Good enough for you?” You asked quietly, still catching your breath mid-sentence. You felt Jack nod his head slightly against yours, eyes still closed as the two of you rested in this moment. Jack’s breath was still warm against your skin, and for a moment, there was nothing but the steady rhythm of your breathing filling the space between you. His hand, which had been resting on your waist, slowly moved up to gently cup the back of your neck, as if anchoring you both in the stillness of the moment. You could feel the softness of his touch, the way his fingers barely brushed your skin, like he didn’t want to break the fragile bubble you were both in. 

Jack’s voice came after a beat, low and steady, barely above a whisper. "Yeah," he said, a soft smile curling at the corners of his lips, even though his eyes remained closed. "Good enough for me." His voice held a certain warmth, a softness that made your chest tighten in ways you couldn't quite explain.

You released your legs, letting them lie down on the mattress. You let out another heavy breath, your thumb moving back and forth against the back of his neck like a windshield wiper as your words came out in whispers. “One time thing-”

“I know.” He whispered, cutting you off. His tone was laced with exhaustion, yet a hint of pain lingered in his voice. His hand on the back of your neck tightened slightly, pulling you even closer, and you could feel the subtle tremor in his fingers. It was like he was trying to hold on, to keep the fragile moment between you intact, but there was an undeniable weight now. A mix of understanding and something heavier. Something unspoken, but clearly lingering in the space between you. You could feel your heartbeat quicken as you gently ran your thumb over the back of his neck again, your touch soft but hesitant, trying to find some kind of reassurance. The simple act of it felt like a way of telling him you were still there, but the words you wanted to say seemed to lodge in your throat. Jack moved to lie down facing you, but the two of you stayed eyes closed, foreheads pressed together like a defense mechanism. You weren’t sure if it was because you wanted to stay close or if the two of you were just too scared to look at each other. Finally you pulled back, both of your hands still lingered on each other as you opened your eyes. Jack was flustered, his lips puffy as he looked at you with puppy dog eyes. You’d never seen him like this, so vulnerable.

You let out a shaky breath, gulping down your spit as the two of you stared at each other. “Sorry…” You whispered. “I-If I made it-”

“You didn’t,” He interrupted, a small smile on his face. “It’s not a big deal.” He said, quoting himself from just a few minutes ago.

You let out a soft, quiet giggle, one not filled with any humor in the slightest. You took your hand off the back of his neck, holding your pinky out in front of him. “Tell no one about the kiss?”

“What kiss?” He asked, a sly smirk on his face as he interlocked his pinky with yours. The moment felt like it was suspended in time, the weight of your words hanging in the air, unspoken but felt by both of you. Jack’s response, though lighthearted, carried a hint of truth beneath it. His attempt at playful mischief, the sly smirk that returned to his face, was a small attempt to mask the vulnerability that lingered between you two. His puppy dog eyes, still soft and wide, betrayed the calm exterior he was trying to project. For now, you’d both pretend. Pretend it was nothing, pretend it was just a fleeting moment. But deep down, something had changed. The promise between you, no matter how lighthearted, was the quiet acknowledgment of what had just passed. Maybe it wouldn’t be mentioned again. Maybe it would never be talked about. But as the two of you laid there, pinkies interlocked, neither of you could deny that things had shifted. And, for a fleeting moment, the world outside the two of you seemed distant.

[lurukifennecfox]

Amity park was very young city spirt when it happened. the witch trials

outsiders came and started hunting, hurting her people, her humans, her witches, hurting her! she was small and mad and scared and stronger than she should've been so she did something. she scared them off! she made them drown in her lake, she made them get lost in the woods she appeared in their dreams and told them all she thought of their hypocrisy!

that's when she earned it, her title, she wasn't just Little Miss Amity anymore she was Saint. She was Saint Amity, little girl with wheet blond hair and a halo of stars, telling the bad outsiders to back off, to stop hurting the people of Amity Park and to leave before she made them regret it.

they did. some apologised and stayed, she didn't mind, they apologised and were genuinely helping fix what they broke but it wasn't enough for Saint Amity, she didn't trust outsiders, she closed the borders it might stunt her growth but she didn't care, she didn't want to be big and powerful she wanted Hers safe!

it was a while, she was older now, still little, still young, still strong but she thought, maybe she could try to take in new people, and these needed her, they needed protection, they seemed nice and were running away from bad bad bad outsiders. so she let them stay, they were nice, they helped her humans, they helped her witches, they helped her, they were Hers now, not outsiders, hers. they had kids those were definitely hers hers hers!

more people stayed some people left, she didn't like when hers left but that was their right, she let them. still the door stayed barley open.

someone wanted to settle Little Miss was sceptical, but they felt familiar and she let them, they were nice and smart and sily but a little chaos was good. they had kids and they were definitely hers now! her kids!

they played with ectoplasm and she liked it it made her stronger it made her kids more hers, but she noticed they were hurting their kids even if they didn't mean to make them sick or scared and she liked them! shoo! play in the lab don't hurt your kids silly silly parents!

she liked Little Jazz and littler Danny. they were more hers than other people, they were more of the realms than most living, even on the thin veil of Amity Park. she wondered if the Realms would let her keep them. Realms liked passionate they were passionate! her Jazz liked psychology and neuroscience and her Danny liked stars! she liked stars too she didn't let the lights pollution to form to cover her stars look Danny!

they wanted to make a portal to the Realms, a portal home, in their basement, she liked it so she allowed it but they were silly so they forgot to turn it on, and her Danny wanted to play in the lab, he was smart he could play in the lab with his friends. Little Miss trusts him.

the portal is open. her Danny is dead. her Danny is alive?.. Halfa! she heard of them! her Danny is a protection spirit and she will protect him too! like she always does. no outsiders they don't like different she learned from the witch trials and her refugees. they can leave if afraid but not talk about her Ghosts! she will keep them safe, she will keep them a secret.

[skywalkerslvt]

Campfire Secrets- Ellie Williams

❥Pairing: Camp counsellor!Ellie Williams x AFAB!Camp counsellor!Reader

❥Summary: Your growing feelings for your fellow camp counsellor, Ellie, come to light when you both go skinny dipping one night...

❥CW: 18+ smut, fingering, handjobs, skinny dipping, a tiny smidge of thigh grinding, sex in the wilderness, 2.1k words, NOT PROOFREAD

❥a/n: Because it's finally summer, here's a crazy summer camp porn fic about my fav! Just a reminder that my asks/requests are open if any of you horndogs would like to make a request (requests are my favourite thing ever please send stuff)! Hope you enjoy <333 pics are from pinterest

You met Ellie three years ago during your first summer as camp counselors. She had strolled into the staff meeting fashionably late, her hair still damp from an early swim in the lake, exuding a carefree confidence that instantly caught your attention. Her arrival disrupted the serious tone of the orientation, replacing it with laughter and easy banter as she greeted everyone by name, as if she had known them all her life.

You, on the other hand, had been nervous and slightly overwhelmed, navigating a new environment and the responsibilities that came with it. Ellie noticed your apprehension and made a beeline for you during a break, flashing a mischievous grin that instantly put you at ease. “First time, huh? Don’t worry, newbie, I’ll show you the ropes,” she had declared with mock superiority, her voice tinged with playful arrogance that made you chuckle despite yourself.

From that moment, a friendship blossomed between you two, forged through shared duties, late-night conversations under starlit skies, and a plethora of camp activities. Ellie had a knack for turning every mundane task into an adventure, whether it was organizing scavenger hunts, mastering archery, or sneaking midnight snacks from the mess hall. You found yourself drawn to her infectious energy, her quick wit, and the way she effortlessly charmed everyone around her.

During one memorable morning canoeing session, Ellie had challenged you to a race across the lake, her competitive spirit evident in the determined set of her jaw. “Bet I can paddle circles around you!” she had taunted, her paddle slicing through the water with precision. You had accepted the challenge with equal fervor, relishing the thrill of the chase as you navigated the tranquil waters, laughter echoing across the lake.

Evenings were reserved for campfires and camaraderie, where Ellie’s guitar-playing skills and knack for storytelling made her a favorite among campers and counselors alike. You often found yourself mesmerized by her talent, the gentle strumming of strings mingling with the crackle of the fire as she led sing-alongs and shared ghost stories that sent shivers down your spine.

Now, years later on your third summer being a camp counsellor, you couldn’t deny the growing fondness you felt for Ellie. Her infectious laughter and genuine kindness had captured your heart, yet you hesitated to acknowledge the deeper stirrings within you. You cherished your friendship too much to risk it with romantic feelings, afraid to disrupt the easy dynamic you had cultivated together. To make matters worse, this year Ellie was your cabin mate, making your quickly growing feelings even harder to hide. 

One scorching afternoon, with the kids engrossed in making friendship bracelets under the shade of the big oak tree, Ellie turned to you with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Hey, have you ever explored the waterfall just beyond camp?” she asked, her voice lowered as if sharing a secret. You shook your head, intrigued by her sudden enthusiasm. “No, I didn’t even know there was one.” Ellie’s grin widened, a playful challenge in her gaze. “It’s a bit of a hike, but totally worth it. We should go sometime. Just the two of us.” The idea of escaping to a secluded spot away from the noise and chaos of camp, with Ellie by your side, stirred something deep within you, though you masked your excitement with a nonchalant shrug. “How about tonight?” you suggested. “We have the night off from the campfire.” 

Ellie gave you a mischievous smile, making your face heat as your heart skipped a beat. “Then tonight it is.” You smiled back at her, then got back to work helping the kids tie their bracelets. 

You couldn't wait for tonight, though the day went by painstakingly slow. No matter how you tried to occupy your time, whether it was playing games with the kids or taking naps during your breaks, the night just couldn't come soon enough. 

But when the sun finally dipped below the horizon, casting long shadows across the camp, you wasted no time seeking out Ellie in the busy camp. You and Ellie slipped away from the cabins, hearts pounding in anticipation. The path to the waterfall was bathed in the soft glow of twilight, the sounds of the camp fading away behind you as you ventured deeper into the woods. 

Ellie led the way, her flashlight casting dancing beams of light that illuminated the trail. The hike was a mix of comfortable silence and easy conversation, the natural rhythm of your friendship making the journey feel effortless. As you approached the waterfall, the distant sound of rushing water grew louder, filling the night air with its soothing roar.

“Almost there,” Ellie said, turning to flash you a grin. The sight of her lit by the moonlight, her features softened by the gentle glow, made your breath catch in your throat. You returned her smile, pushing down the butterflies that fluttered in your stomach.

When you finally reached the clearing, the waterfall was a breathtaking sight. Water cascaded down a rocky cliff, the pool at its base shimmering under the moonlight. Ellie turned to you, her eyes sparkling with excitement. “What do you think?”

“It’s beautiful,” you replied, your voice barely above a whisper. The sight was mesmerizing, but your attention kept drifting back to Ellie, standing there with an expression of pure joy on her face.

“Wanna jump in?” Ellie asked, still grinning. You realized then that in your haste to get Ellie out of the camp, you foolishly forgot to put on a bathing suit before leaving. “Shit! I forgot to bring a bathing suit.”

Ellie shrugged nonchalantly. “So did I. We could just take our clothes off,” she suggested with a grin.

You crossed your arms, giving Ellie a pointed look. “You want to skinny dip?” 

“Yeah, why not?” Your eyes widened at her suggestion, heat rising to your cheeks as you imagined what your coworkers would think if they found the two of you skinny dipping. 

“Ellie, I-”

Before you could finish, Ellie had begun unbuttoning her jeans, stripping down to her underwear and tossing her clothes onto a nearby rock. She gave you a playful look as she hooked her fingers into the waistband of her boxers, to which you turned around flustered, your heart pounding in your chest. 

You heard her dive into the pool, water splashing the backs of your legs. You stood there for a moment, caught between your apprehension and the undeniable pull of wanting to join her. You quickly glanced over your shoulder, finding the glimmering water up to Ellie's shoulders. The pool did look really inviting now that she was in it. 

Taking a deep breath, you quickly shed your own clothes, feeling a rush of exhilaration as the cool night air hit your skin. You stepped to the edge of the pool, Ellie’s laughter ringing in your ears, and with one last glance at her, you dove in.

The water was refreshingly cold, enveloping you in its embrace. You surfaced to find Ellie grinning at you, her hair slicked back and her eyes glinting with mischief. “Took you long enough,” she teased.

You splashed her in response, laughing as she retaliated. The playful banter continued as you swam together, the night around you filled with the sounds of laughter and splashing water. You made your way over to the waist deep water under the waterfall, leaning your back against the smooth rock as you faced Ellie, relishing in the feeling of her roaming eyes on your exposed body. 

As the playful splashing subsided, the space was filled with a more intimate silence. The moonlight danced on the water's surface, casting a soft glow over Ellie’s features. She swam closer, her bare chest almost meeting yours as your breaths mingled in the cool night air. 

Ellie’s gaze shifted from playful to intense as her eyes roamed over your face. “You know,” she began, her voice barely above a whisper, “I've always wanted to do something like this with you.” 

Her gaze heated your cheeks, and you laughed nervously. “You've always wanted to get me naked in a pool like this?” you joked, though your voice was strained from the sudden desire to touch her. 

Ellie chuckled. “Well yes, but that's not what I meant.” Your heart pounded as she reached out, her fingers brushing against your bare waist, sending a shiver down your spine. “Ellie…” you started, but she silenced you with a gentle kiss, her lips soft and warm against yours. 

You melted into her touch, your hands finding their way to her waist pulling her flush against you. The water swirled around you as the kiss deepened, your bodies pressed together in the moonlit pool.

Ellie's hands roamed over your back, her touch igniting a fire within you.

She pulled back slightly, her breath hot against your lips. "Are you sure about this?" she asked, her eyes searching yours.

You nodded, your fingers tangling in her hair. "I've never been more sure of anything."

Ellie's smile was both tender and filled with desire as she kissed you again, her hands exploring your body with a newfound urgency. You moaned softly as her fingers traced the curves of your waist, your skin tingling under her touch. Her leg shifted under the water, her knee parting your thighs as she slid it between your legs, pushing her thigh flush against your heat. You moaned into her mouth at the addicting friction against your clit.

Ellie's hands slipped between your thighs, her fingers teasing your entrance. You gasped, your hips bucking against her hand, craving more. "Ellie, please," you whispered, your voice filled with need.

She didn't need any more encouragement. Her fingers slid inside you, her touch sending waves of pleasure through your body. You clung to her, your moans filling the night air as she moved inside you, her thumb circling your clit with expert precision.

As Ellie continued to pleasure you, you reached out, your hand slipping between her thighs. She gasped at your touch, her hips grinding against your fingers. You mirrored her movements, your fingers finding her entrance and sliding inside, matching her rhythm.

The pool around you seemed to amplify every sensation, the cool water contrasting with the heat between you.

Ellie's breath hitched as you curled your fingers inside her, her grip on you tightening. "Fuck, you feel so good," she moaned, her voice a low rasp in your ear.

You responded with a whimper, your body arching against hers as your pleasure built. The intensity of the moment, the feeling of Ellie's fingers inside you while you pleasured her in return, was overwhelming. Your breaths became ragged, each touch and movement heightening the connection between you.

Ellie's thumb circled your clit faster, her fingers curling inside you in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge. You mirrored her movements, your fingers pressing and curling inside her, drawing out breathy moans that only spurred you on.

"Ellie," you gasped, your voice trembling with need. "I'm so close."

"Me too," she breathed, her lips brushing against your ear. "Come with me."

Her words sent you over the edge, your body tensing as waves of pleasure crashed over you. You cried out her name, your fingers pressing deeper inside her as you rode out your orgasm.

Ellie followed moments later, her body shuddering against yours, her moans mingling with yours in the night air.

For a moment, you clung to each other, the water soothing your overheated skin as you caught your breath. Ellie's forehead rested against yours, her breath warm and steady as she pressed a soft kiss to your lips.

"That was.." she started, her voice trailing off.

"Amazing," you finished for her, smiling as you brushed a strand of hair from her face.

She chuckled, her fingers tracing lazy patterns on your back. "Yeah, it was."

“I hate to ask this of you,” she started, giving you a nervous smile, “but if we want to stay in the same cabin, I think it would be best if we kept this between us.” 

You smiled at her, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as you wrapped your arms around her. “Well, I suppose we could consider it our little secret,” you replied playfully, a hint of mischief in your eyes. “As long as you can keep quiet at night, nobody will find out.” 

Ellie laughed, her hold around your waist tightening as she nuzzled into your neck. 

You stayed like that for a while, wrapped in each other's arms, soaking in the peaceful ambiance of the waterfall and the night around you.

[dropsnectar]

When a Fox is Bored...

M!Kitsune x gn!reader

NSFW

A Kitsune who recently inherited a new territory, of which your house is smack in the middle of. 

As an easily bored spirit, he finds the thought of pranking you hilarious. He starts out with small things, moving your cereal bowl in the morning, replacing dish washing detergent with dish soap. He laughs quietly to himself as he watches you search for what should have been obviously in front of you, eyebrows furrowed, and confusion fueling his quiet laughter. He watched you run around in horror, trying to scoops bubbles into water buckets. Something about your confusion and panic satisfied him. 

He made a habit of visiting you and making something go wrong. But after the fifth prank, something changed. You laughed at how your water bottle, once filled with water, was now orange juice. Your missing backpack, instead of being on the table, under your bed. You cleaned the place up, reducing clutter. You kept your bags close, and hummed to yourself as you searched about, peaceful. This picked at something in him. Your worried expression had been his after all. He upped the ante.

He messed with your washing machine. That prank took a while, since as a spirit of nature, tech was foreign to him. Filled with pride expecting your eyes to go big and your lips purse for him, all you did was roll your eyes and take your clothes and laundry detergent to the bathroom. You turned on a little play on your little black rock, and filled the tub with water soap and clothes. Then you got to work, stomping like you were pressing grapes for wine. Despite the distraction of the “phone”, your face was still crinkled in effort, sweat drifting down your brow. He liked this expression. Maybe this too was a prank well done.

At some point, you had started making double helpings for dinner. In the past, meals of ramen and grocery potatoes salad had turned into steaks, chicken and pasta. 

You would pour two glasses of wine and put out a plate and a glass on the old stump by the back door. Curious, the kitsune would eat up, soon enamored with your cooking.

About time! It was only right of you to give him offerings. You were in his territory after all. In the mornings you would collect the dishes, and the cycle would continue.

Of course, this didn't mean he would stop his favorite source of entertainment. Far from it. He'd replace your coffee maker with one of a differing model. He'd leave piles of fruit by the door, savoring your surprised reaction as you looked around, not noticing the small form he had taken behind the door. He learned your preferences, your schedule, even your sorrows as you poured over a hastily scrawled budget that just wouldn't add up the way it should. 

He had to admit sometimes his pranks grew even farther then he meant to. You had dressed up to the 9s for a much needed job interview, with a man whose soul was so gray he could see it through the phone. You had gotten in your old, rusty car, only for it to get hit by a huge black Denali, five minutes from your house.

Out stepped a gentle older man in a weathered cardigan. The old man listened to you cry, as you waved about a dead phone, and explained how you couldn't afford this. You had missed the job interview you so desperately needed.

 This was the part that bewildered the kitsune. He wasn't sure if it was his own magic or yours, but the older man offered you a job on the spot, twice the salary you were looking for. The old man's aura was a gentle green. This satisfied the kitsune. This man would take care of his favorite victim.

His heart filled with satisfaction at how you bounced and garbled out thank yous. He didn't fail to notice that dinner that night came with a whole tray of brownies. You made him cupcakes when you got the huge insurance check in the mail. 

After dinner, he was surveying you as you watched “Net-fix”, something about a mute woman rescuing a lake monster, when you turned the TV off and headed upstairs. 

This intrigued the kitsune, as you usually watched television for another hour before passing out. 

You took off your pants and crawled into bed. The room was quiet except for your breathy moans as you pleasured yourself, one hand working yourself up under your underwear.

The smell that filled the room was mouthwatering. And the way you mewled out made the kitsune feral. He was on you in a few minutes, transforming from his invisible form to his most majestic one. He leaned over you, eyes red and hungry, as he pinned your free hand over your head and licked his lips.

“Its you.” You whispered, voice light and merry. It was like it had been a long grey winter and the sun had finally decided to come out. It was an expression he had never collected from you and it made his heart heavy.

“I knew you were here. Thank you. For everything.”

He stared at you, now full of apprehension. But a peice of him was still so full of joy that you recognized him. That you saw him and wanted him with you now.

“You have been my playtoy. I have made your life difficult more times than I have lightened it.”

“You kept me on my toes” you laughed out, tone innocent. “But I know how to deal with boys who tug my pigtails. And you haven't tugged on them in a long time.” You reached your other hand forward and brought it to his cheek. It was a gentle gesture of affection, but it did not have the soothing effect you intended. 

Your hand smelled so full of your core it drove him insane, dick throbing and hard under his robes. He took your hand and brought it to his mouth, swallowing down any residue that had been left on your fingers. The face you made was adorable, how your eyes glowed and the ghost of your tongue peaked out from your lips. He was going to collect so many faces from you tonight, and they would all be his. YOU would be his.

He discarded his robes and your underwear with magic, a tidy pile on the chair next to the bed. Then, he was on you, mouth nibbling your neck, biting you collarbone, before licking at the marks he had made. He rutted his hips against you for relief as he claimed your mouth, your tongue swirling around his. Your hands grasped hard to his back, nails scratching. It was your way of claiming him too, of this he was sure, and it was just too damn cute.

He dragged himself around your entrance, laughing and saying he wouldn't enter you until you begged him for it. You pouted at him and huffed, but eventually gave in, asking him to fill you. He did so with one hard thrust causing you to cry out, your eyes rolling in the back of your head.

He kept a quick pace. Your eyes were glazed, your core molten hot as he hit every little spot inside you that would bring you closer to release. You tried to hide it at first, hands covering your mouth but your eyes gave it away. He let you conceal yourself for all of five minutes before he had both your hands pinned above your head, his thrusts jutting at an unforgiving pace inside you. 

He was feral. THERE it was! That was the face he had wanted, the expression he had wanted to capture from you since the very beginning. Your panting, your eyes glazed over, mouth open in a silent plea, THAT'S what he wanted all along. And it was his! You were his now. The realization, the feeling of you, and the way you cried and clenched around him in release was what finally sent him over the edge. Against all odds you came together, riding out your ecstasy with sighing breaths. 

His mind was hazy with afterglow as he pulled you into his arms, large fluffy tails wrapping around your legs, arms, even one teasing at your face, a tickle. You laughed and kissed the fluff before turning over and kissing his nose, eyes bright. You were sated and happy. 

“Could we maybe, make a habit of this?”

He grinned at you. Every single feature of him was dripping with mischief when he replied.

“You think I'm satisfied with just this? There's so much more I have planned for you, you silly thing. Be prepared, got it?”

Part Two-ish

[serpentface]

GOD AND HYENA AT THE DAWN OF THE SECOND WORLD

[A short Cholemdinae folktale in a body of creation stories, explaining why all hyenas have penises and how they got their short(ish) tails]

God summoned all the animals to the First Lake, the only place left untouched by the fire that had ravaged the first world. It was here that they breathed death into the animals and thus made them mortal, and it was here that they separated them into male and female.

God cut the female skin from each animal's penis, and so they made all the animals male. And God took these cut skins and red clay and shaped these into the forms of each animal. They placed their living spirit into each, and breathed life and death into each body of clay. And so God made a female for each animal. They did this tirelessly until almost every animal in creation was mortal and paired.

Hyena, however, was not one of them. He avoided the assembly altogether. He was quite fond of being immortal, you see, and didn't want God getting anywhere near his penis. He liked himself the way he was, thank you very much.

And he had good reason to like himself. He was spotted and striped and big and strong, and had a lovely long tail that he carried high with pride. He considered himself the handsomest of all animals by a long shot. And he had all the strengths that would one day make him the best of all wild hunters- his teeth were sharp and brutal, his jaws could crack bone, and he could run for days on end without tiring.

But alone in the dawning of the second world and without other hyenas for council, he sorely lacked wisdom. In fact, he was an utter fool. Hyena felt very confident that he could simply outrun God.

Hyena set off in the pitch dark, running east towards the great distant mountains from which God would be reborn. He hoped to cross them and hide on the edge of the world before dawn. He ran with all his might all night long, but the sky began to grow light before he even reached the foot of the mountains.

Cursing his misfortune, he turned tail and ran straight west. God rose behind him and could surely see him, but they were still far away. Hyena figured he had a good chance of reaching the sea before God did. He could hide underwater and would just have to figure out what to do from there.

All day Hyena ran, and to his dismay, God came closer and closer. First they were behind him, then overhead, and finally the day's shadows grew long and Hyena found himself running directly towards God. There was no escape.

And God had seen Hyena, and took the form of a human to touch down upon the earth in front of him. When Hyena saw God approaching, he panicked and began to dig a hole in the scorched, dry earth. Hearing footfalls right in front of him, he thrust himself as deep into the ground as he possibly could. His nose broke through to the underworld and his whole body fit in the hole, but his long tail trailed out from behind.

“I can see you, Hyena.” God said. “Are you going to come out now?”

Hyena poked his tail straight up out of the ground.

“I don’t know any Hyena,” Hyena said. “I’m a stalk of maize.”

“Ah! I almost didn’t recognize you, Maize. I suppose the fire is what has left you so brown and bare of your leaves.” God said.

“Yep,” said Hyena. “The fire did it. Quite a shame.”

“That certainly is a shame. And this ground is quite barren too, you won’t do very well here. I think I'll cut you down and plant you somewhere better, that you may spread your seeds and feed my people.”

“Please don’t.” said Hyena.

God leaned down and breathed death into Hyena, so making him mortal. And when Hyena still did not emerge, God sighed, shrugged their shoulders, and cut Hyena's tail right in half.

Hyena remained in his hole, yowling and whimpering, and so God could not separate him into male and female like they did with all the other animals. Still, God went about fashioning another hyena. They shaped the body out of red clay, and placed the cropped tail on its rear. God placed a piece of their living spirit into the second hyena, and breathed life and death into him.

And so the second hyena came into being, with his body shaped like the first in every way. And God returned to the sky and went on their way.

The first hyena remained in his hole long after God had vanished into the sea, humiliated and unaware of his new company. The second, growing bored and impatient, stuck his neck down the hole and dragged the first out by his rump.

The first hyena growled in indignant fury, thinking his day had just gone from bad to worse, but he softened upon seeing his new counterpart. This was a creature like himself: a little short of tail, spotted and striped and big and strong, and almost as handsome as he was. He was instantly enamored. The pair of hyenas trotted off into the bush under the rising light of the newborn moons and stars.

The two spent most of the night figuring out the complicated logistics of mating. It was an awkward affair given their matching anatomy, and required a good deal of balance and even more patience. But they worked out a system well enough by morning, and the second hyena soon fell pregnant.

He was impregnated through his penis and had to give birth through it too, and so would all his children and all his children's children. The hyena today still has this painful lot in life. But he is proud nonetheless, for he is the best of all wild hunters, and he alone still walks in the body God first made him in (albeit with a shorter tail).

NOTES:

The notion that the tail of a hyena is cropped (in spite of being of fairly decent size and not notably shorter than most carnivorans) comes from the presence of the king hyena in the same region. The latter bears noted resemblance to a hyena and generally assumed to be a related (though this is not actually the case). Their most pronounced anatomical difference (other than size and bulk, and the hyena's androgyny) is the king hyena's very long, catlike tail.

The king hyena is often cited as the 'older brother' of the hyena in animal folktales, and Cholemdinae and South Wardi tales (both deriving from recent shared ancestry) describe the hyena as having lost half of his tail (and often being jealous of his big brother for this and other reasons).

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The reason why God can't just sculpt a vagina into the second clay hyena is not based upon hard logical practicality, but has meaning. A human body with a penis, foreskin, and scrotum is regarded as its most fundamental form, the way the body was first created and a reflection of God. This body in of itself is traditionally regarded as neither male or female but carrying the potential for both. The foreskin is the element of female potential, and it is removed to make a person truly a man.

It would be naturally understood that God, when first creating female animals, would shape this androgynous body out of clay, and would require the female element to be separated from a preexisting animal to make this female counterpart. Once these two bodies came into existence and began to reproduce, females could occur naturally within the womb from the model of their mother.

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The 'translation' of God's pronouns as 'they' here reflects a unique pronoun used in the source language. This pronoun refers to God, and to people in this society's 'genderless' space. I use this as opposed to the Wardi 'It', because the latter is exclusively used for God and never used to describe humans.

The animals (in spite of being considered genderless for the bulk of this story) are referred to with 'he', as each of the first animals was made male, and became the interactive element of each kind of animal's collective Spirit after their deaths. When animal spirits are invoked in religious practice or these folktales, they are always described as 'he'.

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It is not directly mentioned in this story, but Hyena's brief time in the underworld (with his nose sticking through) exposed him to the evil spirits who haunt the dead in their travels. The hyena's cackling 'laugh' is partly explained with his boisterous nature, but is also something he learned from hearing the shrieks of underworld spirits, and uses to strike fear into the hearts of his enemies.

His exposure to the underworld is also cited as why hyenas are involved in Cholemdinae funerary rites (being a fairly close analogue to the guide/guardian dog in contemporary Wardi funerals, though exclusively in effigy form). Hyena spent some time dangling between the underworld and the world of the living, and is the most powerful animal to be familiar with the underworld realm. Hyena's spirit would later be tasked by God with guiding the dead through the underworld to help them reach rebirth.

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This story would be told to an audience already familiar with the creation narrative, and starts late into the story. The creation narrative is as such:

God is the first being. They are referred to as the First Ancestor, though they are sometimes referred to with the title of Od. The creation story does not linger on the creation of the land (it tends to be implied as already present), rather focuses on God's own emergence and usually skips ahead to the creation of life.

God came into existence at the boundary of sea and sky. God is neither male or female, but carries inside themself the potential for both. They are the sun, and watch over the world during their daily travels. They hold the breaths of life and death within themself and are not truly immortal. Rather, they die in the ocean each night, travel through the underworld, and are reborn at the underworld's entrance in the great mountains (the Blackmane range) far to the east. Their nightly journey through the underworld is harrowing; it is the realm of evil spirits that God keeps at bay with its nightly self-sacrifice. When they decided to create life in their loneliness, they wanted it to be free of this burden.

God is a being that is powerful and wise, but they are not omnipotent, nor are they completely infallible. They are benevolent towards their creations, and desired to create a world without the burden of death, but this turned out to be a mistake.

They first created a world they saw as perfect. They shaped animals out of red clay, gave them a piece of their living spirit, and gave them only the breath of life, rendering them immortal.

This first world was a paradise- the plants grew in great abundance without need for rain, and freely gave their gifts to the animals. There was no death, no need of killing, all the days were pleasantly warm. But it was not truly perfect. It became significantly less of a paradise at night, when the world was cold and pitch-dark in God's absence.

Many of the animals grew restless with this way of things, and decided to steal God's fire so that they could be in the deity's presence and comfort (and continue their revelries) without end.

The theft occurred successfully, with three birds snatching the last sparks of solar fire in bundles of grass as God died in the ocean. Hespaean carried the fire in his beak, and it singed his face and back black and he dropped into the sea (becoming flightless and aquatic). Crow carried the fire in his talons and lasted longer, but his whole body was singed and he dropped his fire into the sea. Dragon, the most powerful of all birds, made it all the way to land, but was totally aflame and in tremendous pain by the time he crashed to the earth. The fire began to spread in the grasses and soon grew out of control. Most of the world was consumed overnight. Almost all the land was aflame, the rivers and lakes dried, and the sea diminished to mere pools.

The animals were immortal and could not die, but could feel pain and fear, so this was a distinctly awful state of affairs. Some fled to the First Lake (the great crater hill range and lake to the northeast, called Sons of Creation in the Wardi sphere), the only place that ended up untouched by the fire. Some fled into the remnants of the sea (and were thus transformed). Some found other ways of evading the flames (often explaining unique aspects of each animal- the human hung from the tallest tree he could find, and his hair was burnt off everywhere but his head).

God was reborn again the next morning, and to their great dismay, all of creation was on fire. They went to great work to stop it. They transformed a serpent to create the rains (creating the sky serpent, a lesser but highly venerated deity-spirit of storms and rainbows) and doused the world in a great storm.

When all was said and done, they realized that their perfect, deathless creation was not to be, and summoned all the animals to the First Lake in order to create a second world.

Some animals contributed directly to the creation of the second world. The many-horned Ox broke off three of his horns, and God used them to create the moons. Several animals volunteered to become the stars (forming constellations). With the moon and stars, the world would now have light during God's nightly absence. Dragon (ringleader of the fire thieves) still had some of the fires smouldering in his long tailfeathers, and became the spirit of lightning (thus fires would still come to the world (and would eventually be harnessed by people) but could not destroy the world altogether thanks to the rains).

God also realized this new world could not sustain itself without death. The existence of death would ultimately prevent such a catastrophe from ever happening again, and a cycle of death and birth (akin to God's own) would restore the world from any devastation. They made each animal mortal by breathing death into them, but gave them the means of perpetuating themselves by separating them into male and female. God cut the foreskins from the animals and thus made them male, and then used the severed foreskins along with red clay (used to shape life to begin with) to create female animals of each kind. Each animal was no longer alone and unique, but could propagate indefinitely and fill the world with their peoples. Individuals would die, but their deaths would ensure that the world could cycle away from its worst extremes, and the collective would live on forever.

The hyena is noted as an exception. Hyenas have virtually no sexual dimorphism and their sex is extremely difficult to distinguish (the only visually identifiable difference is the shape of the tip of the female's pseudopenis), and this is not broadly recognized. Hyenas can reproduce like anything else, but they have to mate (rather awkwardly) via insertion of a penis into another hyena's (pseudo)penis, and give birth through this same structure. This is a notable curiosity among animals, and is explained as the hyena having remained in its primordial genderless form.

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The Cholemdinae people are notably the only society indigenous to this region that practices circumcision in the present day, seen as the means of initiation into manhood via removing the 'female' physical potential from the androgynous youth. This would not have been wholly unique to them, but was lost in other groups in the process of assimilation into Wardi identity. The Wardinae tribe (ancestral to Most of the South Wardi population, whose division from the Cholemdinae defined the two groups) is definitively recorded as having practiced circumcision as well, and in relatively recent history. You can still find some (mostly elderly) men in isolated South Wardi villages who are circumcised, but the practice has lost its religious elements and is dying out. Circumcision in the Imperial Wardi cultural sphere is broadly regarded as a form of mutilation and sometimes described as an outright 'barbaric' practice.

Circumcision (or lack thereof) plays a role in the Cholemdinae culture's additional gender spaces. One space applies to people assigned male at birth and encompasses most deviation from fundamental aspects of the male gender role, when manifested obviously from early childhood. (This encompasses both what would be considered cis male homosexuality and transfeminity, though not all cis gay men or trans women would actually end up in this gender space in practice. It is not 1:1 with any set of LGBT identities). These individuals are left uncircumcised and considered genderless in a similar capacity to God, though take female social roles. They are referred to with the same pronoun and other gendered articles used for God, which I translate here as 'they'.

The other role applies to people assigned female at birth and is significantly more restrictive to enter- it requires successful completion of initiation into manhood on their first attempt, seen as divine confirmation that they are meant to be men (this is a rite where a gazelle is run to death on foot in a potentially multi-day solo persistence hunt). They are circumcised via the removal of the clitoral hood. They are considered to be a subcategory of the male gender space, and take male gender roles, and are referred to as men. They are differentiated from other men by being priests in society, which is an obligation of taking on this role. They are required to be celibate (meaning no PIV sex rather than no sex at all) and to remain unwed.

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Cholemdinae religion is a living tradition and should not be regarded as a static fossil of older beliefs (or devoid of syncretic elements). It is, however, one of the most intact representatives of the monotheist + animistic traditions of the proto-Wardi groups that settled the central-southern grassland and scrub that were heavily changed (and in many instances fully lost) under Burri occupation, assimilation into Wardi identity, and the development of the Faith of the Seven Faced God. Cholemdinae practices survived with significantly less change due to most of their land never being directly occupied (this is scrub and dry grassland best suited to nomadic pastoralism and hunting+gathering and not colonial extraction of grain) and the group at large never assimilating into Wardi identity (this is not universal on an individual or community level; a small but significant minority of the South Wardi population in the Imperial Wardi sphere has more recent Cholemdinae ancestry than Wardinae).

Some shared factors are a result of syncretism due to cultural exchange (and there are folk sects of the Faith that are heavily syncretic with Cholemdinae practices). The most obvious is the adoption of the word Od for the sun + God. Most of the contemporary Cholemdinae people use the terms 'First Ancestor' and 'Od' for the deity, sometimes using the latter to refer to the sun with more specificity. It is generally acknowledged that the Wardi Od and the First Ancestor ultimately refer to the same being, but many consider the Wardi Od to be a misinterpretation of the same fundamental truth.

Some shared factors are not a result of syncretism and rather are cousins to older proto-Wardi beliefs that are still in the Faith. Most significant here are the concept of a primordial female sea and male sky that predated any beings, an androgynous God (though in this case being Neither male or female, while the Wardi Od is dual-sexed), an ox giving his horns to make the moons, death being brought into the world to kick off its present state, the centrality of the cycle of death and rebirth, and God having sacrificed themself in some capacity to preserve the order of the world.

[jjwolves]

Hello, you know how ENA has the opportunity to pet most if not all the animal like entities in Dream BBQ? Could I get a writing of her petting the Human Reader because:

1. They can.

2. It’s in her personality to do that.

3. Cuteness Aggression.

And notice how it’s Meanie’s hand that’s always petting the babies, make of that as you will.

TURN OFF YOUR TV •• ━━━━ ••●•• ━━━━ ••

What: 5 Headcanons of ENA the Worker X Reader

Who: ENA the Worker, from ENA Dream BBQ (by Joel G)

How Much: ~800 words, ~3 mins

Credits: Image Banner -> Joel G, Divider -> @cafekitsune

Warnings: None, Besides Slight Angst

You’ve been hanging out with ENA for a while, and while you adore her, and she you, you realized after your fourth time needing saved that you weren’t cut out for the unpredictable, intense journeys brought on by her employment. At the time, ENA was on a mission that required two people: One would be the lookout and the other would need to blow on a lever which looked like a pinwheel to open the door to an ice temple in the sky. At least, that was the plan on paper. What actually happened was more like this: you were captivated watching ENA at work and an irate wind farmer found you perched in your crow’s nest, trapping you in a giant popsicle as punishment. ENA had a job to do, but she dropped it to help you escape. After that, the temple was on high alert for 'rude bipedal entities' and the mission was impossible.

Ever since then, you’ve decided to stop coming on adventures, much to ENA’s surprising displeasure. “WHAT! You’re my partner in business, you lazy worm! What do you mean you’re ‘sitting this one out’?!” You were just so tired of letting her down, you explained. She did far better on her own, and you didn’t want her to get in trouble with her job or anything. ENA wasn’t hearing it, and Meanie wasn’t getting the job done. It was time to sell. “OK. Yes, the mission didn’t go as expected. But there’s no need to be a solo practitioner over getting distracted.” You gulped nervously, to which ENA gave a blank (knowing?) smile and looked thoughtful for a moment. “We’ll have your finances straightened out soon enough.” You had no idea what that meant. Little did you know, she was already setting a plan in motion.

ENA began inviting you on miniature adventures where the stakes were lower, although she was doing her best to be subtle about her intentions. “There’s an errand I want you to go on with me. Dual investment!” “Here’s an offer you can’t refuse: An upstanding angler wants us to help him find the Devil’s Toybox, and the only thing we need to do is help steer the boat!” “There’s a water factory which has run out of water, it seems. They need a tough customer to run on a wheel so they can keep the sky open long enough to get ice. Sounds like it should be easy to help them with their recession.” They’re all pretty simple jobs, meaning that you don’t screw them up as much as you do the big ones. ENA notices, though, that these smaller jobs still aren’t perking you up the way she thought they would. So, she starts giving you little rewards to help put some pep back in your step.

You help ENA keep a ladder still so that she can grab a high-up library book which has a stickman trapped inside. You are rewarded with a self-eating apple. You hold the angler to make sure she doesn’t fall into the inky lake, and you all crack open the Devil’s Toybox to find creepy little puppet versions of everyone on the boat. ENA gifts you a snowglobe with a rooster inside which points to anything that looks like a sun. You and ENA take turns running on the wheel, and after the factory is running again, she gives you a metal hat with oni faces on it. While you appreciate the gifts, you know that ENA is trying to recondition you to make you feel better about going on missions with her again. And ENA realizes fairly quickly that the gifts aren’t lifting your spirits the way they ought to. Salesman couldn’t get the job done, so maybe it should be Meanie’s turn.

ENA continues on her quest to resurrect your moxie. Gifts don’t work as she expected, so she switches to a new form of reinforcement. After another little job is finished, instead of her Salesman side trading you something, she lets her pale side take over and do whatever feels right. No more calculations, just feeling. Before you even know what’s happening, ENA is sitting next to you, her pale claw stroking your head, taking time to comb through it and occasionally circle it around her finger. Her voice is gruff but caring. “That stupid mission… You have a thick skull, but even you should know that I don’t take you on missions because I want you to do something for me. I want you to do something with me.” Hazily, you open your eyes and see that she’s looking straight into yours. You tell her that she doesn’t need to bribe you anymore. “But don’t think you’re not getting off the hook that easy! We’re adding this to the routine. Get used to it!” You don’t argue. You just focus on the rare Meanie smile presented to you.

[cupidlovesastro]

𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐨𝐛𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬 #𝟏𝟓 (𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐞 𝐞𝐝𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧)

earth sun, moon, venus, or dominant people can have a love for nature as a whole, the animals, the plants, the sky, etc

water sun, moon venus, or dominant people have an attraction to lakes, rivers, oceans, ponds, rain, etc. they may even have a love for sea animals

fire sun, moon, venus, or dominant’s love the sun, summer time, drier weather, lava, campfires, etc

air sun, moon, venus, or dominant’s love the air, the sky, clouds, the stars, space, birds, butterflies, moths, etc

sagittarius in big 6 or stellium individuals are very free spirited and love being adventurous. they are very open minded and try to hear all perspectives

aquarius in big 6 or stellium people have a need for freedom and independence. they don’t like being tied down or held back

inner planets in the 6th house or 6h stelliums can have a love for animals and living creatures in general

uranus in the 1h means you are openly rebellious and go against the societal stereotypes. you question the rules and push boundaries while also being humanitarians

taurus in 2h can shows that you value the physical things in life. taurus is also an earth sign, meaning you enjoy the feelings of grass, the sound of the water, the smell of flower, etc

venus in 2h means that you value music, love, peace, and harmony

venus in 11h can show that you enjoy being around groups of people who share a love for the desire of peace, love, and music

uranus in 9h means that you go against the culture, the worlds views, and beliefs

aquarius moons/ uranus aspecting moon people find comfort through the rebellion and change

aquarius mars/ uranus aspecting mars people have a deep passion for change, especially when it comes to betterment of society. they are willing to take the risk if it means creating a difference

𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐤

8h stellium- lots of sexual activity happening, people feeling deeply connected, dark things happening

8h sun- one of the thing that woodstock is notoriously known for at its core, is the amount of people engaging in sexual activities

uranus is 9h- going against social norms, the law, religions, the american culture at that time

mars in 11h- groups of people being aggressive, sexual, violent. also passion about their hopes, dreams, wishes, and the future

neptune in 11h- idealizing the idea of people being all together and groups of people being delusional and easily impressionable

pluto in 8h- lots of karmic energy, people wanting sexual power fama conjunct eros- famous for sexual activity

jupiter conjunct uranus- large amounts of rebellion, lots of unpredictable behavior/events, growth through change

mercury sextile venus- communicating love, peace, and harmony instead of war

makemake conjunct sun- woodstock was made to make a change to the idea of war and violence and was known as an attempt to protect the environment and idea of peace

vesta conjunct venus- love, music, harmony, was what kept people going during woodstock. they were devoted to their beliefs of peace

fama conjunct venus- famous for being about music, love, peace, harmony, etc

makemake opposite karma- although wood stock was an attempt to restore and maintain peace. it took a turn for the worse and lead to many horrible incidents

[flannelshirtandjeans]

I designed my own Monster High ghoul doll! She is the daughter of Näkki, a water spirit that can camouflage itself as rock or driftwood and drowns people who are careless in water. She is Finnish, loves metal music and coffee, and cares deeply about sustainable fishing practices and protecting lakes and ponds and rivers. Her pet is a skeletal seal pup, who once died in fishermen's nets, but was brought to a new life by Lumme's sadness and anger. She's a part of the metal club at MH, but doesn't play or sing, more just enjoys listening to it and bonding with her fellow students. She my seem quiet and reserved, but won't stop talking if you get to know her properly!

Some design notes under cut:

Also I'd like to add design notes to this:

- fishing nets and hooks & related things are a big design note in her doll because she did almost die by drowning stuck in a fishing net, and she has Feelings about questionable fishing practices.

- there's a permanent tangle of netting around her neck to represent the way she technically died

- her purse is a glass float

- her hair is a light ashy blonde-brown - dirt road brown as we call it in Finland, which is a common hair color in Finland, with accents of darker brown, green, and blue.

- blue eyes, cloudy iris, dark eye whites. Netting eye-shine

- her base skin tone is a light grey, but she has rocky camouflage and birch-tree camouflage on her limbs, ears, and forehead to represent her camouflage/shapechanging abilities

- Luunappi is a skeletal "kuutti", baby northern ringed seal, who died of getting stuck in nets, and Lumme's anger and sadness at the injustice magically revived it

- frappe bc Finns drink ridiculous amounts if coffee per capita but I didn't want to give her straight up black coffee

- Karelian boo-strie is a Karelian pastry but made to look like a fish with big teeth

- her object heel is a fishing loom stone, a type of a fishing weight

- her phone is not an iCasket bc she's _Finnish_ and obvs reps Nokia instead. Hence Noakiasket

- sea glass bottle bottom sunglasses. Seaglass is frosty so that's a little funny for sunglasses but listen.

- the CD is "Nemo" by _Nightfish_ which is obviously a silly riff on Nightwish, which is a Finnish metal band, and she loves metal (Finland has so many metal bands. We just really love metal.). I decided on a CD-player purely for nostalgic reasons.

- "Land of a thousand lake monsters" refers to Finlnd, and you can see the shape of Finland on the cover. Finland is called the land of a thousand lakes, so we probably have a lot of lake monsters too.

- yellow comes a little out of nowhere for this, but I like raincoat yellow and it reminds me of fishers, so I can have it.

[charl0ttan]

*kisses you and runs away*

chases you and we're running aroynd laughing & playing and then we fall into a big hole. and we keep falling and falling and then we fall in a big underground lake. and we swim to the edge and theres luminescent plant and animal life and its really beautiful. and theres an ancient earth spirit or something