#Carib Glass

[goosesartblog]

wip ridder which im probably never gonna finish because i hate drawing on trackpad

[canisalbus]

Hiya! I have a very important question, mayhaps THE most important question on this planet!

What's your favorite animal? I guess that it might be a canid of some kind but I could be wrong.

(You don't have to answer if you don't want to, I'm just curious)

As you already surmised, I like canids a lot! Dogs are wonderful in general but I can't seem to get enough of sighthounds in particular, they're just really elegant and sculptural (makes them very fun to draw) and are so full of character (as a quiet and introverted but mostly friendly creature I find them very relatable).

I also love deer! Reindeer (or caribou, same species) are particularly close to my heart.

And goats, especially those leggy and mostly hornless but very colorful breeds from South Asia.

Cats. All sorts of cats, they're great.

Just so this wouldn't be all mammals, my favorite birds are arctic loon and peacock.

My favorite fish is the coelacanth.

My favorite reptiles are European adder and lace monitor.

When it comes to amphibians, glass frogs are very neat.

There's so too many invertebrates to choose from but I've always liked various mantises and hermit crabs.

[jocelynscrazyideas]

Just friends? | Matt Rempe x Reader

Pt. 2

Warnings: language, that’s it? NOT PROOF READ

Summary: we head to the Ny Rangers game, matt had gotten three penalties and the rangers lost. We head to our little friend days, i accidentally split the way i feel about Matt, he tells me his feelings.

A:N- FIRST REMPE BLURB‼️🚨I’m scared, this is so gonna flop bc he’s like the most hated rookie…

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I’ve known Matt since we were in seventh grade. It’s been nine years of friendship. I’m excited to watch him play as a rookie in THE nhl.

“Are you ready?” Matt asks me, as if I’m the one who’s nervous. This whole time he’s been pacing back and forth, we play the Hurricanes tonight in the playoffs. I’m excited!

“No. I think I’ll just stay here in the hotel and watch you play from here.” I joke with him, he obviously isn’t in the mood to mess around.

I tie his tie and flatten his suit out, I mess with his hair a bit. “Matty?” Ally walks in.

“Hey y/n! Cars running, we’ll have to leave early, we need to grab gas. Unless you are going in early with matt?” Ally, one of Matt’s older sister.

“Oh hey? I didn’t know you were here.” Steph says as she walks in, checking in on my work. “Nice tie. Who tied it?” Steph asks Matt.

“Cool, cool.” Steph says as she looks at Matt’s eyes that trail into mine.

I’ve never seen Matt the way I’ve seen other boys, maybe it’s because I’ve grown up with him, I’ve seen him go through puberty, get girlfriends, and I’ve seen his room. Ally and Steph on the other hand… well they think Matt and I are literally meant to be.

“Cute.” Ally says as she grabs Steph and walk out.

“So we’ll see you y/n, at the seats?” Ally says as she walks down the hallway of Matt’s home. Matt pulls me to his mirror that is hung in his closet door.

“You look comfy.” He said and he rubs my shoulder, he looks down at me. For preference, I am 5”3, and he’s 6”7’. He’s significantly taller than me.

“You’ll do great.” I say and I grab my bag, my phone and apply lipgloss. He stares at me while I tie up my shoes. I’m wearing a blue tank top, and on top I have a leather jacket, I have a Rangers jersey imprinted on the back of the coat. I walk around with white air forces on my feet.

We walk to the car and we pull out of the driveway. We watch Matt’s older sister’s car get smaller as we turn a corner to head towards the rink.

“Radio on?” Matt asks me, I’m sure he’ll want to play our song.

“Sure.”

He throws his phone at me and gives me aux. “no. Play something fun.”

I play Martin & Gina by Polo G.

“No, play our song.”

So I do, I type into his Spotify search Shower by Becky G. “I love this song!” Matt says as he looks over to me. He keeps his eyes on mine.

“Matt!” I yell as he steps on his breaks. He almost ran a kid over. He let the kid cross the street and Matt wanted some coffee so we head to a Caribou.

“You wnat anything?” Matt asks me, and again he stares me down, I see him looking at me like I’m the great Mona Lisa. Or as if I’m the Eiffel Tower.

“No I’m good I’ll just pick up a Dr Pepper at the food court.” I reply. I look into Matt’s eyes, he has a light bruise that stained his under eye from previous fights. I’m sure he’s fired up for playoffs, I’m excited!

~

We get to the rink and he walks in the player enterance and I head for the other side of the building, making it to the front of the building. I enter in just as normal and get my pass out to enter in as family. I understand that I should’ve gone in with Matt, but it felt better to get in early instead of late like the other family do.

I head for our seats and make it to my spot that I always sit in. I can see all the fans walking to the glass, signs are up and pressed against the window. Rempe jerseys everywhere, and family’s sitting at seats waiting for the game to start.

Hype songs start, warmups are coming. I watch Matt walk on the ice. For some reason I felt this wierd park in my stomach. I got wayyy to excited to see him. I actually smiled so big that my cheeks hurt from staring at him.

~

After game

~

The rangers lost. Matt hasn’t walked out of the locker room, and I patiently wait. He was the last one out, the coaches even left before him. The janitors started to come in and clean up. I have to wait for Matt, he’s the one driving me home.

“Matt?” I said when he finally walked out. “What.” Matt says in the grumpiest tone. He didn’t walk out for post game interviews, so I assume that he would do it later.

“Are you okay?” I ask him, I thought I was being kind for asking. He left me on heard. He just took my hand and walked me to his car. He opened my door for me, and threw his hockey gear into the back of his car.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Matt finally answered.

Okay.

“Okay, let’s just go home alright?” I say canceling our plans that we were waiting for, for the last week.

“What!? No!” Matt whines before he backs out of his parking spot. “I wnat to go.” He said as he looks at me.

“Let’s spend time together. Come on. Please? I just had the worst game of my life and you’re just gonna make me feel worse?” He guilt trips me.

“Maybe.” I sarcastically answered as I throw his hands off my thigh. See, moments like this I believe his sister that maybe we could be something. NO! Matt is just a friend, he’s practically been in my life forever. Freinds for 9years and going on, and known eachother since we were 8 years old.

“I’m gonna shower, and you need to change.” Matt says when he pulls into his driveway. His sisters pull in behind us. “Matty!” Steph tells out for him.

“What.” He replied, he sounds the way he did before we left the rink.

“Um. Okay well me and Ally are going to the mall, and we’re going back to school. See you soon okay?” Steph says and she steps back into her car. That’s the last time I’ll see them, well ofcire we still have summer but they’re all the way at college and I’m just here in New York.

~

“Okay should I wear red, or green?” I ask Matt, I men’s his opinion matters, like a lot.

“Im wearing Blue, so you should wear that blue and white outfit you got a while ago.”

“That wasn’t an option.” I reply. I just do as he says and slide in my corset top dress and a value decal lace, the white silk sits on my curves.

“You’re so beautiful.” Matt says as he watches me walk out of the bathroom. My hair is curled, my makeup done and my legs are shaved, I also have the perfect amount of heel that raises my height.

Matt looks me up and down and grabs my hand. We drive down to a cove. We eat some pasta and we grab some dessert at this small shop downtown. “Don’t get anything in that dress!” Matt warns me, I’m eating like a pig.

He’s so sweet. I could talk to him for hours.

After our foodie phase we head to the coast. We drive about an hour just to get to a beach. It was so nice, we sat and stared at the stars, but it felt wrong. I know that we would be good as a couple but, what his sister say all the time teasing him makes me think he likes me. No.

He can’t.

We’re friends.

“How’s life been? Got a hot boyfriend I don’t know about? You just moved up here in New York so how you like?” Matt asks me, he turn his head and leans back onto his forearms. He’s watching me stare into the void. I’m scared to tell him.

No, we’re just friends.

“Nope. Men are stupid. Not you of course, your perfect- your like the only guy I would date!-or well yeah it’s nice up in New York, city is beautiful and the weather is my type.” I answer, I stuttered about all of my try feelings. Shit.

“Well l feeel the same way.” Matt says, I’m sure he heard my little cry of what the hell did I say.

“What.”

“I like you as well y/n. You didn’t notice?”

[shixcherie]

Sweet Like A Cherry| Kim Hongjoong ☆

~ ~ call me chérie ☆

☆☆ NOTE : I want to take a moment to apologize for any confusion caused by the overlapping scenes in my fic with @ja3hwa's dilf series. It was never my intention to cause any misunderstandings or plagerise her beautiful works. She has been a huge inspiration to me, and having read her fics in the past, I realize that some ideas may have stuck in my mind while writing this one.

I've worked hard to change those scenes completely and take the story in a more mysterious and mafia direction, which I had initially planned.

Also, a big thank you to @whatudowhennooneseesyou for helping me recognize the similarities and pointing me in the right direction. I truly appreciate it.

I hope you can overlook this minor mistake and continue to support me as I move forward. Your love for my work means the world to me!

Thank you and sorry again @ja3hwa

☆ Navigation | Kinktober List

☆ Day 11 : Age Gap, Dilf

↬ [ Synopsis ] : A birthday fling with Hongjoong takes a shocking turn when you realize he's your dad's best friend and he's hiding some dangerous secrets. Now, trapped on a family yacht, your growing desire for him becomes impossible to resist, unaware that someone has been watching both of you closely.

☆ Word Count : 2.4k ☆ Genre : Smut. Some Plot. ☆ Pairing : Dilf!Hongjoong x F.Reader [ Park Y/N, Seonghwa’s daughter ]

☆ ☆ ☆ WARNINGS : Dad’s best freind Joong. Joong is on the run from someone. Stalker-ish, someone is watching you both closely. Mutual Masturbation, but reader is unaware of him watching her. Cum play.Mentions of alcohol.Nipple play.Dirty thoughts and fantasies. Pet names (honey, baby). Sir kink. Hongjoong is in his late 30s and he is nasty while reader is only 23 (Oopsie, but enjoy). Mildly Noncon (no permissions were asked).

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“Cheers to 23!!!” all your friends screamed as tequila shot glasses clunked together, celebrating you. You had just turned 23, and what better way to celebrate than throwing a huge party at Havana, the finest club with the best cocktails and liquor in town?

Your dad, Seonghwa, had suggested a birthday yatch trip, butyatches you can do anytime, your dad owning a big private one. You can’t celebrate your 23rd with all your friends in town just whenever, so you politely declined, asking to postpone it for another day. But there was one more reason as well.

Your friend group has a tradition, kinda stupid, but spicy. The birthday girl has three tasks for the evening:

First, drink the Havana exclusive, El Fuego del Caribe, a signature cocktail known for its fiery blend of rum, chili-infused tequila, and a splash of tropical juices.

Second, engage a stranger in conversation and buy them a drink.

Third, get a picture clicked while having some kind of fun together, the kind of fun you can decide.

Being the least experienced with relationships in the friend group, this turned out to be a daunting task for you, especially the third one.

Anyhow, this birthday girl pulled them all off.

The intense yet exciting task list started with you approaching the bartender, plopping yourself at the bar, and winking at him. That’s how you ask for Havana’s exclusive, and when he winks back, consider your order taken. That was easy, first task, done!.You downed the drink at once, your friends watching from their table. The alcohol burned your throat as it went down, sweet and spicy with a sour aftertaste.

Now, time to catch a stranger for a fun night. As your eyes wandered around the club, checking out some sexy guys, you spotted this man eyeing you from the other end of the bar. You threw him an alluring smile as you studied him. He looked to be in his late 30s, well-built, with a left brow slit, tattooed arms, and to seal the deal, a very inviting devilish smirk. An overall yummy demeanor.

Let’s go with him.

He came and sat down next to you, and a very engaging, flirty conversation swooned you both into a small bubble of your own. You learned his name was Hongjoong, and that he had just come back into town after almost a decade in the States.

Hongjoong was captivated by you the moment he took a sip of the drink you bought him. Your charm, the way you carried the conversation, and just how beautiful you were, it all aligned perfectly with what he desired in a woman.

After hours of talking and throwing back shot after shot, things were a bit hazy for him, but one thing was crystal clear: he was hooked. He flirted shamelessly, and you only encouraged it, turning playful teasing into something more when you grabbed his arm and led him to the private room, ready to check off the last item on your list.

Ahhh… the fun you both had.

—

Waking up with a throbbing headache, you vaguely remembered being dropped off at home by your friends, Hongjoong’s face flashing across your mind as a smile crept up.

He was perfect. But there was a teeny tiny problem, you couldn’t remember what exactly you both did, or if you actually took the picture.

Feeling a little sad that you might not see him again, you walked into the living room where breakfast was being served, only to see a familiar face. Hongjoong, sitting right there with your dad in the living room, deeply engrossed in conversation.

Why is he here? Did I drag him back home? Why are he and Dad talking like they're best friends?

As you nervously approached them, their eyes landed on you. Hongjoong’s face paled, the blood rushing from his face as his eyes widened, mirroring your nervous expression. He recovered himself quickly.

“Ahh, Y/n! You’re up. Hongjoong, meet my daughter. Y/N, this is my best friend Hongjoong, he's finally back from the States after almost a decade,” Seonghwa introduced, oblivious to the fact that you two had already met.

“Hello, Y/n.” Hongjoong said, his voice firm, almost neutral, but with a tiny smirk on his lips as he extended his hand for you to shake.

“Hi, nice to meet you...umm...” you took his hand, unsure of what to call him.

“You can call me Hongjoong.” he assured you, his grip firm, sending jolts of electricity through your body. Pulling your hand back slightly, you went to sit at the breakfast table, sneaking glances at Hongjoong from time to time, his gaze reciprocating with equal... intensity?

Wow... I slept with Dad's best friend? Why the hell can’t I remember what we did last night?

“Y/n, about the yatch trip. Why not turn it into a little get-together?” Seonghwa asked, to which you slightly nodded. “Hongjoong, you should join us too. My princess is 23 now, and you're back after so long. We should catch up with all the boys, and you need to meet their kids as well.” he announced excitedly.

Damn. This is going to be the end of me. The thought crossed both your and Hongjoong’s minds.

—

The yacht was big enough to fit everyone who showed up, which was a relief. There were plenty of activities and services, so the trip seemed like it would be fun. Luckily, even with the crowd, you managed to get a room for yourself. After the chaos of your birthday night, some alone time was exactly what you needed. Now, settled in one of the small but cozy rooms at the back of the yacht, you finally had the privacy you wanted.

The only problem? It was right next to Hongjoong’s.

Night fell, and everyone retired to their rooms. Hongjoong stood on the deck, the memories of that night still fresh in his mind as he glanced at the photo you had taken on his phone during the heat of the moment. When he met Seonghwa the next day, he had no clue you were his daughter, he didn’t even know Seonghwa had a daughter, let alone a beautiful twenty-three-year-old one.

But what will they do about this? Will they try to harm you for being associated with him? Are they here, watching him and you?

~ your birthday night ~

The music was in sync with your heartbeat as your eyes locked with Hongjoong, his devilish smirk igniting desire and not helping with the wetness building down south. Leaning in close, your breath hot against his ear, you whispered, "Let's go somewhere private."

Making your way through the sweaty mush of drunk people on the dance floor, you led him to a secluded room. The door clicked shut as you turned to him, slowly unbuttoning your top, letting the fabric fall from your shoulders. This was your kind of fun.

Hongjoong’s gaze darkened as you grabbed his drink, took a sip, and spilled it down your chest. The liquid covered your skin, trailing down your boobs, giving them a glistening look that made Hongjoong’s mouth water.

"Clean me up, sir." you teased, watching his eyes burn with desire. That “sir” in your angelic sweet voice had him down bad for you.

Without hesitation, he pulled you by the waist, your body crashing into his, sending sparks through you. He lowered his head, his tongue flicking over the trail of alcohol on your skin, his large hands busy squeezing your ass. You gasped softly, your hands tangling in his hair as he licked and sucked your nipples, and Hongjoong sucked hard, releasing the nipple with a pop sound.

"Tastes so sweet, like a cherry, baby." he said, continuing his licks.

The sensation, his words sent sparks through your body, as he was busy cleaning the remnants of liquor off. His mouth was hot, his tongue teasing, tasting you in a way that left you craving more, needing more. You gasped, tugging at his hair, the heat between you rising.

Adding to the moment, you reached for your phone, accidentally grabbing his and snapping a picture, interrupting the moment. "Oops, wrong phone," you smiled at him innocently. "Will you keep it for me, sir?" Your innocent request earned an amused smirk from him.

"Only if you promise to see me again." Hongjoong teased, smirking, the tension between you far from over and only left you both craving for more.

~~

Was he regretting that night? No.

He definitely felt a connection, an intense one, the first time he laid eyes on you in Havana. Your playful, banter-ish conversation was a gentle push toward those unannounced feelings his heart was welcoming, and the night in that private room definitely sealed the deal.

He was more curious about what was going on in your mind.

But knowing your feelings might open a can of worms that he wasn’t ready for.

And if they found out about your associations with him... What would they do to you?

As he walked back to his tiny room, almost as if his prayers were answered, soft moans caught his ears, halting him in his tracks.

"Joong... aa... I need you," you moaned, your fingers rubbing against your dripping cunt, trying to relieve some of the ache, your back to the door. The whole evening had been tense with Hongjoong in your vicinity, and it took everything in you not to jump his bones. But...

Why has he been distant? Is he avoiding me? Does he not want this? What’s his deal?

Pushing those questions aside, you focused on the pleasure, recalling the night of your birthday. The way his tongue moved on your chest, the way he sucked your tits—it all felt so vivid. Suddenly, everything felt hotter, thick drops of sweat coating your forehead despite the air conditioning set to its coldest.

Hongjoong, watching you pleasuring yourself through the glass door of the cabin, curtains slightly pushed aside, was torn with dilemma, as he’d definitely felt someone watching him the whole evening.

Should I go in? She definitely wants this... She does feel something, right? But what if they find out?

What if they come to this town looking for me? Will Y/N’s life be in danger? Will they come after her too?

"Joong, please... touch me, sir..." you whimpered, your fingers rubbing harder against your cunt, waves of pleasure coursing through your body. Your left hand squeezed your tits, the same ones Hongjoong had once covered with sweet kisses, unaware that you were being watched.

Hongjoong’s dick hardened at the mouthwatering sight, forming a tent in his pants. Shit, he needed release, and he needed it now. His hands automatically went to his clothed member, touching and rubbing, trying to soothe himself.

Checking to see if the hallway was clear, he pulled his throbbing cock out, hoping to relieve that ache, even just a tiny bit, as your moans provided music to his ears. His mind took him down the rabbit hole where his dirty fantasies lived, away from the world. Your taste still fresh in his mind, his pace quickened. The idea of bending you over and fucking deep inside, with his girthy dick exploring your insides, was something he desperately needed to happen.

He covered his mouth as dangerous groans threatened to escape his lips while his hand worked on his throbbing cock, rubbing ferociously. His eyes flicked to you—the sight of your lips between your teeth, eyes tightly shut, sweat dripping off your face—pushed him closer to the edge.

Your fingers quickened against your cunt as you rubbed harder and faster, breathless moans leaving your lips, traveling to Hongjoong outside the door, pushing him over the edge as he came hard in his hand, slick dripping down his legs. Your fast movements also pushed you off the edge as you came undone on the fluffy sheets.

Hongjoong and you both breathed deeply, trying to recover from the intense high, and just when the timing couldn’t have been worse, he heard footsteps approaching, heading toward your rooms at the back of the ship.

To save both you and himself from getting caught, he entered your room, causing you to freeze at his sudden entrance, all your actions coming to a painful stop. Your face turned cherry red. Embarrassed.

Was he watching me this whole time? Fuck! Fuck! I even called his name out loud. He definitely heard that... Fuck my life! Your mind was a mess, embarrassment taking the best of you as the older male stood in front of you, wet stains in his pants showing that he had cum.

"Y/N, stop... someone’s coming," Hongjoong said, warning you about someone approaching the back of the ship. "Pretend you’re sleeping," he added as he gently laid you on the bed, tucking you under the covers. He quickly hid behind the door, the room dark enough that no one outside would see him there.

The footsteps came to a halt in front of your door, lingered for a few moments, then walked away.

Who could be up at this time of night? Hongjoong thought to himself. Ah, probably one of the kids. He decided to check to make sure the path was clear, and to his surprise, no one was there. Hmm... was my mind playing games with me?

“All clear,” he announced as he turned towards you, hand still holding the door knob, ready to leave. He took one final glance at your sleeping figure, about to step out.

“Are you gonna leave me already, sir?” your voice dripped with innocence as you sat up on the bed, propped on your knees, looking almost like an angel fallen from heaven. A request Hongjoong so desperately wanted to fulfill but couldn’t, as his eyes flicked to the window behind you, a red cross plastered on it.

Shit! Are they here already? Is this them telling me they’re watching me?

I need to get out of here, and fast. And I need to make sure they don’t harm her, he thought to himself.

“Sorry, angel,” he said, gripping your cheeks and pecking your lips. “I can’t put your life in danger.” He lingered there for a second before backing off and leaving the room, disappearing into the darkness.

What did he mean by he can’t put my life in danger? Is someone after him? Why the fuck did he have to kiss me... if he has no intention of being with me?

What is going on, Joong? What are you hiding?

~ ~ Chérie ☆ signin’ off

DISCLAIMER: This is totally fictional and not a real depiction of the ATEEZ members. It's all just for fun only so please don’t take anything seriously and keep the mood light around here.

© ShixCherie.

[hildeeveraert]

Ernie Eetak (ᑮᓈᓕᒃ ᐅᓂ ᖃᑲᒥ), Arviat Waiting for seal and bearded seal. I wear all caribou, including caribou antler sun glasses

[dvchvnde]

You woke to the muted sound of a hunting knife sliding across a whetstone. The metallic, hollow grind pulling you from your slumber instead of the usual murmur of a song you've yet to unravel. Johnny barely looked up from the table when you called out his name. 

“Leavin’,” he grunted, taking his hand off the stone to dig the heel of his palm sharply into his eye socket. Grinding hard into his bones. “Gotta hunt.” 

He caught a big caribou the other day that have up enough meat to last a few months. Still. You hold your tongue, and let him leave with nothing more than an okay spilling from your lips. 

It'll be fine. He just needs to clear his head, escape for a few hours—

But the minutes drag on. 

The raven caws in his absence, pecking for food just outside your window. He lingers in the mid-morning fog, when the sky yawns with soft peony lips, and a lavender tongue. Blinking golden flecks of sleep from its eyes that rain down in ochre smears across steel blue. 

You pick at the bannock Johnny left. Sip from the glass of still water. 

He'll be back. 

The raven’s caw is mocking today. She laughs at you from her perch, beady eyes drilling holes into the side of your head. You try to ignore her, but she's all you have for company today. Her—

And this rot inside of your head. This poison.

The cabin is quieter when he's gone. An unnatural stillness lingers in the old wood, in the corners that feel bigger without his presence to fill them. You feel it in the air, too—an oppressive weight subsumes from the rotting wood, leaking out in the absence, the vacancy, he leaves behind. 

Without him here, everything has a moment to breathe. 

It slinks out into the hush, spurned on by the silence. Thoughts rear. Ones that are easily pushed back into the gaping recess of your mind when he places his hand on your jaw, thumbing away the knot of anxiety bubbling in your chest. 

It blooms now. The soundlessness entices it to sneak from the place he tucks it into, keeping it prisoner. This awful knot shifts itself into a burning restlessness that itches under your skin, festering. Your joints ache. Your leg trembles. 

It'll be fine, it says, full of succor even as it throws your loss of agency in your face. Makes you resentful of the lack of freedom you have, angry. 

Shame pools in the gaps of your ribs when you lean back in the bed to stifle the surge of panic that beads up as the hours drag by. Without him—

No.

He'll be back soon. 

He has to be. Has to. You'll die here if he doesn't come home. If something happens to him out there. You'll—

Outside, the raven trills again. 

“Shut up,” you hiss, words daggered at nothing. “Shut up, shut up—”

[bossymarmalade]

Melaw Nakehk’o, “Free Palestine” (2023), traditionally smoked moose and caribou hide, glass beads, embroidery thread, sinew 

“We really need to take a look at silencing as being a core failure of the decolonization and Indigenization platforms these institutions claim to be incorporating into their spaces,” Aylan Couchie said, adding that communities “need the freedom to speak to settler colonialism everywhere, including in Palestine.” [x]

[starburstsystem]

👑𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐁𝐎𝐎 𝐀𝐋𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐑𝐎🖤🤍

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NAME: Ranboo Beloved

NICKNAME(S): Ran, Boo, Mr Boo, Beloved

AGE: 18+ (early 20s)

GENDER: nonbinary, sleepinertiac, endergender

PRONOUNS: he/him, they/them, boo/boos/booself

ORIENTATION: MLM, aroace (queerplatonic attraction)

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SPECIES: Enderman

ROLE: Anxiety holder, cooking alter

TYPE: Fictive introject

SOURCE(S): DSMP

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BOUNDARIES:

- do not force him to talk/speak

- prefers not to engage in or discuss dsmp discourse/creator drama

- Ranboo has exomemories but prefers to (for the most part) keep them to himself. Please do not purposely try to trigger his memories. He is rather connected to his source.

- you CAN however tag/send us fanart of dsmp!Ranboo, Tubbo, or Michael, RESPECTFULLY <3

- flirting is a huge no ❌ Ranboo is happily married.

♡ LIKES: Winter, snow, his family (his queerplatonic husband, Tubbo 🌼, and his zombie pigman son, Michael 🩷), Snowchester, walks, piano, journalling, books, libraries, poetry, stained glass, exstistentalism, purple yellow or red flowers (specifically alliums, dandelions, sunflowers, or red spider plants), deer and caribou, cats, the colors purple, red, yellow, black and white, sweaters, ghost motifs, minecraft, hot tea, dark academia aesthetic, sleeping and naps.

X DISLIKES: loud noises, too many people talking, big crowds, being forced to speak, Mellohi.

FAVORITE SONGS:

- Fallen Down • Toby Fox and the cover by Ricky Not Montgomery

- Fallen Down on Old Piano • BaileyPiano

- Amnesia Was Her Name • Lemon Demon

- Look Who's Inside Again • Bo Burnham and the cover by LON3RR

- Stuff Is Way • They Might Be Giants

- Ghosting • Mother Mother

- Friendly Neighborhood Poltergeist • Rory Webley

- Ramblings of a Lunatic • Bears In Trees

- We'll Never Have Sex • Leith Ross

- j's lulluby (darlin' i'd wait for you) • Dalaney Bailey

EXTRA:

-> not super verbally talkative but writes a lot

-> anxious and very awkward, but also very gentle and careful and kind

(ALL ART GOES TO ITS RESPECTED OWNERS!! I DID NOT DRAW ANY OF THESE!! I AM MERELY ADDING THESE TO BETTER SHOW HOW I FEEL ABOUT MY IDENTITY AS AN ALTER)

[honey-minded-hivemind]

🍷The Heir of Evil🐉 AU Reader Lore, Part Two: IceWings and Other Tribes Edition:

• IceWings in this AU aren't well known amongst the dragons, due to living in the Ice Kingdom, where it is cold all year round and is cold enough that other dragons could last maybe a day or two, as long as they are are not too far in their territory, but no longer than that...

• IceWings are regarded as strange and unnatural due to being the only tribe of the ten existing tribes to like the cold, need to be cold, and radiate coldness from their scales...

• IceWing blood is blue, but if their blood is rich with iron, it can be almost indigo in color. The lighter blue their blood, the more anemic and sickly they are...

• IceWings have slightly odd voices, high-pitched in some notes and low and soothing in others; their voices and tones seem to match the wintery environment they live in (when mad, their voice is thick and roaring like a blizzard, when sad their voice is like soft snowfall, when happy their voice is like twinkling icicles, when panicked their voice cracks like breaking glaciers-)

• IceWings wear different pendants and charms for good luck, health, love, and happiness. Circles represent and are supposed to draw in good health, a predator's teeth or claws or talons symbolize good luck, cute animals like seals or foxes or puffins or penguins are thought to bring happiness, twined branches or tails or antlers symbolize love, and three moonglobes represent the tribe's resilience and love and loyalty to their kingdom (there are more pendants and charms and symbols, but I'll explore those at a later date)

• It is traditional for an IceWing dragonet at age three (about 6 in human years), to have caught at least three pieces of prey, one from a circle of subsistence, one from the snowy tundra, and one from the ocean/coast...

• IceWings have festivals dedicated to the Great Ice Dragon, ones for arts and crafts and inventions, ones for ice carving, ones for poetry and literature, festivals for feasting, festivals for fasting, even festivals to honor the dead and to celebrate dragonets and families...

• IceWings drink frozen lemonade, berry slush drinks, iced coffee, and cold sweet tea. They have to use cups ands glasses and goblets carved from ice, made from metal, or a specialty type of porcelain or wood that won't shatter in the freezing climate of the Ice Kingdom...

• IceWings eat a variety of cold and raw dishes, such as: salmon and tuna carpaccio (thinly sliced meat), lightly sautéed reindeer, fish larb (fish salad), caribou and lobster surf and turf, sashimi, shrimp sushi, prawn cocktails, crab and lobster bisque, crab cakes, elk/oxen/hawk jerkey, whale fins served with whale and seal blubber, shark steaks, orca filets wrapped in seaweed, seal and moss salad, puffin served whole, stuffed hawks...

• Reader wears a pendant/pouch necklace, gifted to them at hatching by their late parent. No one saw Reader's hatching, save for their aforementioned late parent and an old "friend" of their's...

• Reader shines their scales at least five times a day, as they like to feel clean and to shine like a polished diamond. Part of it is because they have to look and act perfect at all times, so if they were dirty, it might reflect badly on them and their tribe...

• Reader donates any food the palace can't eat to the outer villages of their kingdom. This has earned them a reputation among the IceWings outside of the palace as a benevolent ruler, one who cares about them. Reader also goes to festivals thrown by those villages, and pays respect to each village elder and bard, as well as their monuments to the Great Ice Dragon and ice spirits...

• Reader doesn't remember much about their parent, and they don't know who their other parent/s were. Neither do the nobles, generals, or advisors who knew the royal family before they disappeared or died or were executed...

• Reader's army of pet foxes adore them, and Reader has more-or-less forbid eating any foxes that have a collar, as those are pets of either Reader or someone who was gifted a pet fox/kit...

• IceWing hybrids are sometimes looked down on outside of the IceWing tribe unless they (seemingly) hate the IceWings (or at least the royal family and nobility) and embrace their other tribe fully...

• A few of the platonic yans are IceWing hybrids or IceWing hybrid descendants (can you guess which ones?)

• Reader wears a few ceremonial pieces of IceWing jewelry, but prefer to wear anything that isn't too flashy or gaudy. They like colorful gems and charms, but prefer pastels or lighter shades; anything too bright or even (-IceWing gasp-) neon is politely refused (IceWings might be chromophobic? Afraid of too many different colors? It kinda makes sense, as the Ice Kingdom doesn't have a large variety of colors)

• Reader is the last surviving royal of the IceWing Royal Family; all their other relatives have either been executed, died of mysterious causes, or disappeared without a trace...

• Reader loves different foods from other tribes, but mainly avoids anything too spicy...

• Reader likes to wear silver, pale gold, or black metals, and likes shiny objects: teacups, earrings, glasses, stones, beads, bones, ice carvings, etc. ...

• Reader will meet their other parent/s eventually, but... a few defining moments happen before then...

•Reader adores teapots and teacups, and when they were little, always wanted to have a tea party, but never did. Even as an older dragonet, they still (deep, deep down) kinda want to have one...

And have some different teas and teacups, all of which 🍷Heir of Evil🐉 Reader would want:

(Imagine that last one is their main pet fox sleeping in a large teacup😊🫖🍵☕)

[otterlyotterott]

"Lynx, I'm concerned about the balance of power in our...bond."

And those words coming out of her Snowfall's mouth made Lynx lift her head up from Queen Glacier's notes on Fifth Circle village legislation. Snowfall hated talking about their relationship, so she always avoided using the word 'relationship' and replaced it with some synonym that meant the same thing. Lynx tucked every word about We-Remember-and-Venerate-Caribou's secret SandWing weapons black market that wasn't very secret since Glacier seemed to have known it like the back of her claw, into the place in her head where she kept law and politics and such, and she looked over at Snowfall.

Her Queen was in bed with a scroll and a glass of ice wine. She was frowning, which wasn't out of the norm for Snowfall, but there was a glisten in her fierce eyes that Lynx wasn't quite used to.

"What do you mean?" she asked Snowfall, even though she was clever and already knew.

Snowfall was such a—a girl sometimes. She wanted to provide and protect and rule, and she ruled and protected and provided very regally and very beautifully, but she never let anyone do anything for her back.

Except for Lynx.

"Do you really feel okay with having to—" Snowfall's words shrunk in volume as she looked away.

Lynx had heard her clearly, but she grinned and said, "Can you repeat that, Your Spikiness?"

"I SAID," Snowfall growled, whipping her head back to glare at her, "DO YOU REALLY FEEL OKAY WITH TAKING CARE OF ME ALL THE TIME?"

Surprise washed over Snowfall's face, and her spines bristled as she turned around and quickly downed the rest of her wine.

Lynx, still grinning, knew exactly what to do. She stared at her Queen's butt.

"Your tail is looking so shiny and lovely today, my Queen."

"YOU INSOLENT—" Snowfall turned back around. "You're torturing me, you know that?"

"I was just telling my girlfriend that she looked pretty," Lynx said.

"You're not—"

"My Not Girlfriend," Lynx corrected before Snowfall could finish. "You worry too much."

Snowfall sighed, and Lynx was glad that she maintained their eye contact, even though Snowfall was definitely feeling very tender right now.

"Do I?" Snowfall asked. "But you know why, right? Why I'm worried that..."

"You're a Queen and I'm a lowly peon and you think that I only love you because you're a cool princess and that I feel like I have to do everything for you because of all of the power you have, right?"

"Yes?!" Snowfall squeaked.

"That would be true in many cases," Lynx said. She took a breath, and she let her grin soften into a fond smile. She had learned early on about the importance of smiles. Wide ones were like shields. The real ones, the ones that weren't quite so big but were twice as warm, were the ones you saved for the ones you loved. "Not this one. I was—I am—your only real rival. Sometimes I was your better, and sometimes you were mine. I don't need protection from you. And you know, even if you weren't a princess, I'd still be in love with you. I'd still trip over myself bringing you food and affection and kisses and I'd still never ask for any of it back. You don't tell birds to stop chirping. You don't tell Mink to stop being cute."

"I do both of those things a lot, actually," Snowfall said.

"Well, stop," Lynx said.

Snowfall frowned. "Maybe."

"I love you either way," Lynx purred.

"Good!" Snowfall said. She began to read her scroll, and a minute later, realized something, and looked up to see that Lynx had never stopped lovingly staring.

"I love you too," Snowfall said.

"Thank you," Lynx chirped. She looked back down at her scrolls. We-Remember-and-Venerate-Caribou sounded so cool.

[ateriblewriter]

Date? (m.b)

Enjoy!

Matt felt like he was on fire. Everything was falling into place right now. His line was clicking, the Wild were hot and he had just gotten his second hat trick of the season. And she was there to see the game. His best friend since coming to Minnesota was there at the X, wearing his jersey, sitting next to his family, watching him have an amazing game. What more could he want? Well there was one thing. Her.

He first met her waiting for coffee at Caribou, she loved the sweeter things in life. He doesn’t remember what he said that made her giggle, but it was one of the most beautiful sounds he had ever heard. In those few moments Matt had already fallen for her, only he couldn’t have her, not yet anyways.  But he still needed to have her in his life, even if it would be just strictly just as friends. She needed to break up with her boyfriend, which at that time was going to happen sooner than he thought but he wasn’t going to be that person who pursued someone right after they broke up with someone.

But in the meantime he was going to hang out with her as much as he could. He helped her study and in turn she went to his games. They listened as each other obsessed over things they both liked. She visited him in Massachusetts in the summer and Matt made many trips back to Minnesota to be with her. Matt even asked the Hugheses if he could bring her to the lake house for the week he was there, to which they of course said yes. They were perfect together in more ways than one. Now all he needed was to gather enough bravado to ask her out on a date. He had an idea, and it was going to be perfect.

After he was announced as the first star of the game and he tossed a puck over the glass to a kid, he skated over to where she stood. He waved at her to get her attention before tossing a second puck with something written on it to her. Her eyes went wide and a big smile spread across her face as she shook her head yes, once she was able to read what was written on it. Matt’s heart fluttered at her reaction. He blew her a kiss before skating away. He couldn’t wait for what followed the clean up and post game interviews.

“Hey Mr Hotshot Hockey God.” She smiled referring to the nickname she gave him after the first game she ever went to. She was beaming with pride over the success Matt had that night and was more than thrilled to be asked to go on a date with him.

“Hello Pretty Pretty Princess.” He wrapped his arms around her pulling her close to him. On a whim he decided to take a chance crashing his lips on hers and sparks few between them.

“Oooo looks like someones gettin laid tonight.” One of the chaos children chirped at the couple as they passed they passed them kissing. They were probably not far off of what might possibly happen in  a few hours, but Matt still felt the need to flip them off.

“Shall we get out of here?” He interlocked their hands together, leading her towards his vehicle. No matter how the rest of the season turned out, this summer was going to be the best yet.

Please let me know what y’all think. I’d love to hear your thoughts, comments, and complaints!

[northmountainpost]

To Sadren the Poet... do you enjoy a good beverage? What kind? Would you be open to grabbing one with a fan some time? (Return address is stated to be :just throw it bottled inta the ocean)

My friend,

What they don’t tell you about immortality is that your body forgets how to want. You won’t notice what you’ve become numb to until it’s too late. You will go months without eating or drinking and wonder why the things that once brought you joy have emptied themselves of meaning. My friends in the younger generation tell me that this is called “depression.” When I learned this, it came to me all at once, as if in a dream—why the gods of my ancestors slaughtered one another, why Old Mora chases disaster, why the Io must have their tyrannical heart devoured each summer. None of them have had a fruity drink in what I imagine to be hundreds of years.

It’s perverse, and wrong, and I won’t stand for it. I am a hedonistic street-rat at heart and I believe this is my only moral calling. The moment god forgets the taste of honey mesquite is the moment god decides all other creatures are meaningless noise. What awful delusions we suffer when eternity stares us down!

I am writing to you now while nursing a glass of non-alcoholic cidrecane. Addiction precludes me from the drink. I’m aware of the irony. After reading what I have written, my boyfriend sampled my cup and said “This is just apricot cider,” and then advised me to send this letter “without the diatribe,” which means that I will send it as it is.

I’m getting ahead of myself. I enjoy a little bit of everything. My latest vice is vaatlil, a fizzy juice of berries, bitters, and caribou blood that comes from West Scaiuq. This is what they serve foreigners who can’t keep pure caribou blood down. It’s delicious, but even still I can’t drink much, because I have the “thin stomach of a farmer” in the words of my boyfriend. (I’m not young anymore. After my last brush with lichen cheese, I know better than to try to prove my “Sarikote-ness” to him.) 

When I’m in the city, molchi and cha yen satisfy my sweet tooth. Herbal teas satisfy my need to seem sophisticated. I also enjoy coffee and maté, but I rarely drink them, as they cause me to become very stupid. I am now being teased because I drink “disgustingly sweet mocktails that would stop the hearts of lesser men.” This is untrue. I have made myself ill before and I will make myself ill again. “Spoken like a true masochist.” Can a man not write a letter without the dawn chorus crowing about his inability to distinguish love from pain?

I digress. These days I am spending more time on the East Coast, where I grew up. Many things have not survived these past hundred years, and what hasn’t died is doomed to meet a more mediocre end. My favorite teahouse, for example, serves a tepid mockery of what I drank in my youth. Nahe. I miss it, but only a little. This is the other thing they don’t tell you about immortality—what grows in spring is watered by your winter tears, and it will be sweeter than you remember. I never had Sati-Xanti food until an elderly couple opened a bodega at the end of the street. They serve a miawe-flavored molchi that would make me forgive Motu.

You must come visit sometime and try it. (The molchi, not forgiving Motu.)

[thecandywrites]

Monster March 2023 Masterlist

From the prompts from @borealwrites

Monster March 2023

1. Djinn/elemental spirit- The Emperor’s Gemling

2. Forest Spirit- The Joys and Dangers of Mushrooms

3. Naga/Lamia - Stuck Shed 

4. Alraune- Bloom of Life

5. Other-taurs. Caribou! - The Velvet Spa

6. Robot/Android/Cyborg - Aftermarket Attachments Part 1, Part 2

7. Minotaur - The Rut- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5. 

8. Demon- Glass Dragon  

9. Centaur - If the Shoe Fits- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

10. Chthonic/Eldritch Abomination- daughter Babylon the Great. Part 1, Part 2

11. Ghost/Spirit- The Talisman- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

12. Nymph - Trapping the Dragon 

13. Succubus/Incubus/Concubus-The Lotus House 

14. Harpy- My Harpy, My Moura

15. Humanoid Bird -  Hidden Potential

16. Giant- Hemi’s Dream Pixie Goddess Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

17. Drider- Drider Silk Brocade 

18. Pixie. The Hollow

19. Merperson- Something Special Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

20. Humanoid Cat- What to Bring to a Table Part 1, Part 2

21. Vampire- Coconut Water

22. Fae- Coronation Day Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

23. Dragonborn- Dragon Heart Flower Festival 

24, Alien- Sting of Life

25. Angel- Half of My Forever

26. Werewolf- Kabluey Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

27. Doppelganger-Dr. Vitanova

28. Shapeshifter- A Mother’s Touch Part 1, Part 2

29. Dragon- Dragon’s Rite Flight

30. Slimeperson- Astral and Their Alleviator Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5

31. Satyr- Sheepishly Mine- Part 1, Part 2, Part 3

[zukkaart]

Uhh… can I get a number #19 with Zukka… side of beefy strong Zuko please ? 😗 (Sokka deserves to be hold💯)

Anything for you my love

Couple #1: Zukka Prompt #19: “Please put me down”

TW: violence

For the prompt game!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Zuko’s 22nd birthday, everyone is having a hard time relaxing due to more frequent assassination attempts

"My metalbenders will be posted at every door, no one will get to him Snoozles don't worry," Toph reassured Sokka. Sprawled across his bed in full armor Sokka could tell that she was becoming increasingly exasperated with his endless questions.

"I trust you Toph I do. It's just that there have been so many attempts that aside from you guys I don't know who to trust. Their information had been so good that it makes me wonder if there's a mole inside the palace," Toph righted herself and placed a firm hand on Sokka's shoulder, causing him to huff about her messing up the tension in his braid to which she paid no mind.

"Your boyfriend is in good hands," "He's not my-!" Toph simply bent a strip of metal around his mouth to silence him. "Yet. I'm having the doors reinforced as we speak- just for the night since there will be so many people, but you need to remember it's mostly dusty old diplomats. I hardly think I'd have an issue taking one of them down, even if they do have an informant," She removed the metal which left light indents on his skin.

"Good" He sighed. Sokka spun on his heel to face her and dusted off his formal tunic. "How do I look?"

"Very funny Snoozles," She simply flicked him on the forehead and exited the room with an amused grin pulling at the corners of her mouth.

A moment after the door shut Sokka began reassuring himself of what she said. "He'll be fine, Toph can handle it. Get through the boring ceremony, dance a little, then quietly tell Zuko you're dizzy and need some air, he'll sweep you away to the turtle duck pond so you can ask him out. Foolproof plan, absolutely no room for error. "

Or so he thought ~~~ "If I have to hear 'Agni protect the Fire Lord' one more time I think I'll kill him myself," Katara mused lightly as they made their way to the food tables. Sokka didn't laugh, he was too busy scanning every corner of the room and death-glaring anyone who walked up to Zuko.

"Hey," Katara snapped him out of his frenzy, "He's fine, just relax. Let him do his Fire Lord thing then pull your little stunt. I'll sleep much better at night knowing I'll no longer have to hear you pine over him in the morning" "I do not-" "Shh! He's coming," Sokka turned and there he was, as radiant and royal as always. Sokka thought he'd look good in a turnip-potato sack but in his ornate ceremony robes he was just exquisite. Most of the gaang complained as the ceremony dragged on earlier, but the Water Tribe boy thought he could stare at him until Yue herself took him to the spirit world.

"Sokka, Katara, I'm so glad you two could come," Zuko smiled that easy smile which made Sokka feel like an elk-caribou left to roast too long. "Of course!" Katara responded, elbowing him sharply in the side. It was only then that Sokka realized he had only been staring, "Anytime! I love the food here!" Sokka responded sheerfully

"Oh I know," Zuko met his eyes. Sokka wished he wouldn't do that so much, it was too distracting when he was already on edge for what he had planned. "I have an extra stash of fire flakes in the kitchen with your name on it," Zuko winked, Sokka grinned.

"You're the best Zuko," "I try," "Hey Katara, don't you even think of stealing my-" He turned to engage his sister in the conversation but she was nowhere to be found, "huh" He said, mostly to himself. Just then, the band began to play. Zuko perked up, abandoning his glass of fire whiskey to a servant walking by.

"May I have this dance ambassador Sokka?" He bowed his head slightly and held out his hand, "It is only appropriate," "Well, who am I to reject the Fire Lord, especially on his birthday," So Sokka let Zuko lead him out in to the throng of people. They didn't dance long-nor did they dance with any intimacy, but a pair of young ladies soon swept them apart. It wasn't long before the older nobles began to take their leave, there was no reports of anything from Toph. (he of course had been checking frequently) Sokka decided to strike while the iron was hot.

He strode towards Zuko, making sure to stumble just slightly, but he knew Zuko would notice. Because Zuko always noticed.

"Sokka?" The young lord caught his arm firmly, he stood only a couple inches taller, but every time they were close- it still made Sokka's heart race. "I'm sorry I don't mean to interrupt," He said that just to be polite, Zuko actually hadn't been talking to anyone, "I'm feeling dizzy, I think I need some air," "Let me help you," Sokka nodded, letting his eyes dart around the room once more. No commotion, everything was fine. Good. There were no guards where the pond was, but Sokka could keep him safe.

It didn't take long for them to reach the pond, aside from assuring the guard by the outside door that they'd be perfectly fine. After all- it was the only entrance and the walls around the courtyard were very high. Zuko "helped" him on to the bend by the water. They sat in silence for a while, just watching the sleeping turtle ducks float along the calm water. Well, it's now or never

"Zuko, I have something to ask you," "Are you feeling better?" They spoke- and then laughed- at the same time, "I'm sorry," Zuko said with a smile, "What did you want to ask me?"

Sokka straightened up slightly and took a deep breath, Zuko shot him a worried expression. He was sure he didn't mean to, but Zuko's eyes were always too expressive for his own good. At least to Sokka they were. Sokka tried not to think about the fact that, that particular skill probably came from watching his eyes so much, but he just couldn't help it. They were beautiful, and captivating....and he's just staring again.

"Okay, well you know how we've been friends for a long time?" He took one of Zuko's hands in his own "Yeah..." Their knees were now touching, almost fully facing each other, "Well- you see- we've been through a lot together, more than most friends have, and I think you're really smart and talented and amazing and I really hope this doesn't make things awkward between us if you say no because I-" "Sokka!" Zuko interrupted him with a chuckle. Man, people have been interrupting him a lot today. "Whatever it is, it's okay, just ask."

Sokka took a slow deep breath "Zuko would you-" "Look out!" Before Sokka could finish his sentence he was slammed to the ground, air knocked from his lungs. He rolled on to his side and attempted to push himself up- gasping for air,

"What the- Zuko!" His vision cleared in just enough time to see Zuko being held back by three large men, but only held back- which was weird. Usually assassins just went in for the kill. Whatever their reason- Sokka was grateful. He lunged to his feet, ready to get Zuko free with his bare hands when he heard the unmistakable sound of an arrow flying through the air. No

He started to sprint towards Zuko, but barely made it a couple feet before a sharp pain ripped its way through his torso, forcing him to the ground once again. He gasped, shaking from the shock.

"What-" He looked down only to see an arrow head sticking out about three inches to the right of his navel. Nothing vital. Good.

He looked back to Zuko, through the haze of shock his terrified look grounded him immediately. This wasn't an attempt on the Fire Lord's life, it was an attempt on his.

"Sokka! No!" Zuko's voice ripped its way to the forefront of his thoughts. Blood had soaked its way through both sides of his tunic now, and was showing no signs of stopping. Shit. Maybe that arrow hadn't hit anything vital, but if he didn't get to a healer- the blood loss could be just as deadly. Maybe I'll just nap here. The stars are beautiful... and I'm so tired ~~~ No. No, nononono this can not be happening. Zuko frantically thought. The three men were still restraining him but that was the least of his worries as he watched the blood on Sokka's clothes grow darker and darker. The man who fired the arrow jumped down from the tree with a wicked grin on his face. He strode over to the motionless man and nudged him lightly with the tip of his boot.

"Don't you touch him!" Zuko yelled, writhing in their firm grasp. He felt his fire creeping its way to the surface. He was in such shock before but Sokka was in danger, and he would do anything to save him.

Without another thought flames erupted from anywhere he could chanel it. His hands, his feet, his mouth. His whole body and the bodies of his captors were almost instantly engulfed in flame. They dropped him and screamed. Jumping in to the pond to escape the white-hot burning. The man standing next to Sokka had the good sense to look scared.

He began to draw his bow, but before he could- Zuko let his fire reach out and turn it to ash. Next thing he knew his hand was around the man's throat, lifting him off the ground, his fire burning all the while. He only stopped when he could smell burning flesh. His man hurt Sokka, his Sokka, he deserved to wander the fog of lost souls forever, and Zuko was determined to send him there immediately.

"Zuko," A soft voice came from the ground at his feet, and all at one he was back in his body. He threw the man to the ground and the assassin landed in a heap with a black handprint like a necklace- unmoving. Zuko paid him no mind as he dropped to his knees beside Sokka.

"Sokka? Sokka can you hear me?" He only received a weak groan in response. That was good enough for him. "Sokka, love, I have to get rid of the ends of the arrow or I won't be able to move you okay?"

Zuko knew better than to remove an impaled object for risk of bleeding out, but he still couldn't transport Sokka like this. So he planned on burning the arrow on both ends until it was short enough so he could move. Turns out- he didn't have to.

"Sokka! Oh my gosh Sokka!" A familiar voice came from behind Zuko. He whirled around and lit his hands defensively, but found on Katara. "Katara, I'm so glad you're here, can you help him?" In her panic she still examined him as well as she would any other time. "Yes, but we've got to get his arrow out," "I can do that," Without hesitation Zuko turned the arrow head to ash, as well as as much of the shaft as possible. Sokka was unconscious again, "Hold him, and I'll pull it out,"

Katara nodded. He yanked the arrow out in one smooth motion. Sokka screamed, "I'm sorry love, I'm so so sorry," Zuko smoothed his hair as Katara set to work. The pain that contorted Sokka's face soon waned. The wound stitched back together nicely, but he had still lost a lot of blood. At least he's conscious now. Zuko thought to himself.

"Let's get him inside," Katara said gently, Zuko nodded in agreement.

He scooped Sokka up as quickly and gently as possible. Sokka groaned. Him and Katara walked back in to the palace side by side, she kept healing water on him the whole way which was making Sokka more coherent by the second.

"I'll call for a stretcher," "No," Zuko countered "I've got him," "All the way to his room? Are you sure? It's on the other side of the palace." "I'm sure. This is my fault, I shouldn't have brought him out there, and I should have been paying more attention," The Fire Lord felt tears well in his eyes as he stared down at Sokka who seemed to be asleep with his head upon his chest.

Katara truly seemed like she wanted to protest but Zuko turned down the hall before she could get another word out.

He had to admit that it was a very long walk to Sokka's room from the courtyard, but he would not let him down- not again.

"Zuko?" Sokka blinked his eyes finally. Peering up at him. "Shh it's okay, we're about halfway to your room. Katara healed you up, you're going to be just fine," That seemed to snap him fully back in to reality. His eyes opened wide, terrified.

"Katara? What? What happened?" Sokka peered down at his still blood- soaked tunic. He yanked it up to see the thick straight scar forming on his torso. Then it seemed to all come back to him at once.

"Uhh, Zuko?" "Yes?" Zuko smiled down at him gently, He's going to be okay "Did you uhm... Kill that guy?" Zuko's face suddenly steeled.

"I thought they killed you...." His voice trailed off, tinged with shame. "I lost my temper," They continued down the hall in silence, Sokka still held protectively in to Zuko's chest. His blood was soaking in to Zuko's ornate ceremony robes. They both seemed to notice it at the same moment. Zuko didn't care, but Sokka...

"Please put me down," "Not a chance," "But your robes," "Don't care, besides- we're here" And they were, Zuko pushed the door open with his foot. He then set Sokka gently down on the bed. "Wait here, I'll get you something warm to wear,"

It only took Zuko a few moments of rummaging to find Sokka comfortable clothes. He was about to hand then over when a mischievous thought graced him. Sokka reached for them but he stepped back.

"What are you doing?" "What were you going to ask me?" Sokka's face blanched, "Nothing important, give me my clothes Zuko." He demanded "If it wasn't important then tell me, and I'll give you your clothes,"

Sokka huffed, pondering his proposition for a moment. Then hung his head in defeat. He could of course have just gotten up and taken them, he was almost fully healed after all- but he was still dizzy from the blood loss, and figured it'd come out sooner or later.

"I was going to ask- Yue spare me," He pinched the bridge of his nose, "I was going to ask if you would consider possibly- maybe- going out with me?"

Zuko's pale skin flushed almost the same shade as his robes. "You mean like... on a date?" "You're right it's stupid I'm sorry I don't know what I was thinking it's probably the blood loss, why would you ever-"

"Yes," Zuko cut him off (again) resolutely "Yes?" Sokka eyed him, skeptical of which part of everything he just said Zuko was agreeing to. Zuko placed the clothes on his lap, and brought Sokka's hand to his mouth. He placed a gentle, reverent kiss upon it.

"I would be honored to go out with you Sokka,"

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Okay this is hella long buttttt I couldn’t help myself

I hope you love it xoxo

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The Barcelona call

 Player: Eric García Word count: 1970+ Summary: Eric gets a call while at an away game with Man City from his agent, if he says yes to his agent, it will change everything for his future and yours. Warnings: Angst, fluff, slight smut. Author's note: This took me various drafts and rewrites because it's the first one I write with a bit of smut in it, hope you like it. -----------------------------------------------------------

It was late in the spring and it was starting to get a bit warmer. Eric and y/n have been dating for a few months now. He was away in London playing against West Ham. You talk every day, even if you only see each other an average of two days a week right now. Man City is playing in the Champions League, Caribou, and the Premier, so, that means, you could barely see each other in person but you video call constantly. You even came up with a fun idea of watching movies or series at the same time wherever you are and texting each other while you both watch it, just so you could feel like you’re spending time together.   

      That night, after the 1-2 victory over the London side, Eric called you when he got to the hotel. You were already in bed, getting some reading done for one of the classes at uni. You click the green facetime button. 

“Bona nit, Eric” you said when you saw him on your screen wearing black thick frames, trying to impress him with one of the three Catalan phrases you know

“Bona nit, Y/N” Eric said while smiling “Did I wake you up?”

“No, I’m in bed reading something for tomorrow’s class but I saw a bit of the game, though, you guys did well” you responded

“Yea, we did. No minutes today but hopefully some soon” Eric said while fixing his glasses

“Oh, I’m sure!” you said trying your best to be supportive “you’re the youngest defender, it’s normal, right?”

“Yea, exactly” he replied “but, anyway, I wanted to ask you if we can get together tomorrow night, if you’re not busy with school.”

“I have some things to do for a class, but I can take care of it and we can meet up, not a problem. I want to see you, I miss your face, so much!” you said raising your voice in excitement. You really were craving to hold him and have his scent nearby when you’re close. You had fallen hard for Eric. Every time you met in person, you felt like fireworks were going off around you, you talked and laughed, and couldn’t keep your hands off each other. You were always looking forward to seeing him, hearing his cute Spanish sounding Catalan accent in person and taking off his thick nerdy glasses to make out with him. You made out everywhere there wasn’t a lot of people, and made love constantly. The chemistry was undeniable. 

“Great! And I miss you too, baby! We’ll fly first thing in the morning, go in for a recovery training, and then I will go home. I want you to come over to my flat, I have some big news that I want to share” he finished saying as he was grinning.

“Big news? Can’t you tell me now, please?” you pleaded

“I could, but I want to tell you in person, it’s important” 

 “Oh, is it something bad or…?” 

“No, it’s good.I think you will think it’s great.”

“Hope so!”

“I’m going to let you finish your work. I’m going to sleep, ok? Long day”

“Okay, sleep well, love”

“Good night, baby” he said as he blew a kiss for the camera, you blew one back.

“Night” you said as you waved to him through the video camera and he hung up.

What could it be? It made you anxious to know. Hopefully it was the news of a renewal, or a new contract with better salary or that his parents are moving to the UK. You had no idea.

You arrived at Eric’s apartment all dolled up in a dress, smelling of a soft perfume and subtle makeup. You let your hair down because you knew Eric loved to touch it and run his fingers through it when you were near each other. You rang the doorbell, and Eric immediately opened the door, you both said hello, he gave you a quick kiss, and let you in. Once in, he took your jacket off, and hung it for you, like a perfect gentleman, he turned around to face you and gave you a soft and small kiss that lingered on for a few moments as you felt your body melt with tenderness. When you opened your eyes as he pulled back, you smiled, he squeezed your arm and said  “I’ve missed you”. 

“And I’ve missed you” you replied. 

He had wine and tapas on his small dinner table waiting for you both, he took your hand and guided you to it, signaling for you to sit as he tells you to do ahead, to eat and drink because he made it for you. He pulls your chair closer to his before you sit down, and pats it so you'll sit.

“So, how’s uni?” he asked while sitting down and reaching to grab some of the tapas “It’s fine, but, are you going to tell me what’s going on?” you asked, while sipping a bit of wine, you were desperate to know and couldn’t do any more small talk. “The big news?”

“Yes, Eric, the big news, Can you just tell me? It’s driving me crazy” you said, truly feeling anxious. “Ok, so,” replied Eric“ my agent called me last night and told me Barcelona wants to sign me!”

“Oh! WOW! Fc Barcelona? That’s huge! Congrats” you said as you clapped with excitement

“Yes, I’m so happy! Of course, I told him to make the move happen. I’m going back home this summer, playing for the best club in the world!”

“Oh!” 

Your heart sank. Barcelona, this summer? You thought. How is that supposed to work out? You were so excited for Eric you hadn’t thought about the fact that he would not be around anymore. Your relationship was going well and you had fallen for each other but it wasn’t a super serious one yet, certainly not a moving in together in another country serious. You felt flustered and hot, your heart was racing and your chest was burning. You drank the rest of your wine. Eric was staring at you, noticing how your body language changed and how fast you were drinking while you were lacking a vocal response. He had some wine too. 

“Hey,” Eric said as he traced your jaw line with his finger “What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking…I’m thinking…that I’m going to miss you a lot. And that I’m happy for you. I know it was your dream growing up, playing in the Barça academy, to play for the first team,” you said as you refilled your wine glass and then raised it “so, cheers, darling!’ and you drank half your glass in one gulp. You wanted to cry.

“Miss me?” asked Eric as he pulled you in and gave you a kiss on the cheek “Why would you miss me if you’re in Barcelona too?”

“What are you talking about? I’m working in the summer, I can’t go on vacation to Barcelona with you, I can’t afford it, plus what is the point of it? We’re going to be so far away from each other afterward, it’s not going to work, is it?” you felt like you might burst into tears

“Y/N. I’ve been thinking about this since I hung up with my agent. I’m going to Barcelona and I want you to come too. I love you and I need you to come. And not just the summer, I mean, permanently. I really thought about it, kept me up last night, and it’s fine if we both agree that moving in together right now is a little much but I’ll get you your own place, your own apartment. No pressure.  I’ll get my family to help us with the whole university situation, to get you transferred. You can get a part-time job, or focus on studying, you don’t have to worry about money. Whatever you want. I’ll help you. I just want you to know that I’m not leaving you here, in Manchester. There’s no chance of that happening. I don’t want us to be apart more than we already have to. I’m not letting you go” said Eric in a rant, he sighed and asked, “ Is that okay?”

“Are you serious?” you asked back, in shock

“Totalment, amor meu” said Eric “ Playing for Barcelona, I will be able to afford it and I’m not taking no for an answer”  

“This is a lot to process” 

“I know, I’ve been thinking about this all day, but, Do you love me?”

“You know I do, Eric” 

“Then, that’s all we need. We’ll make it work. Please, say yes” he begged as put a strand of your hair behind your ear.

You felt so overwhelmed by everything that had been said but you couldn’t deny that you were head over heels for Eric, you wanted to be with him, plus he just said one of the most romantic things you’ve ever heard. Although you were skeptical about how everything was going to work you couldn’t find a reason to say no, you were in love, it made you hopeful and you felt you could trust him. “Okay,” you said as you shrugged “Let’s try it!” as a small giggle came out.

He kissed you right away, and said “Good! I was scared you might said no” as he put his lips on yours again “I’m so relieved” “I was afraid we were breaking up there for a second, I’m glad that didn’t happen ” you said putting your hands on your cheeks, blushing.

“That’s never happening. Come here!” he said and he pulled your body towards his, making you sit on top of him as you were facing him. You embraced each other in a kiss, he slowly deepened the kiss and slipped his tongue in your mouth with palpable desire. You responded with as much passion to kiss him back, then paused to kiss his face and neck, you let your lower lip feel his neck all the way up to his chin where you gave him a lick. He chuckled. You took off his glasses and went back to kiss him some more. You wanted him, you put your hands around his neck while he hung onto your waist. He had been thinking, fantasizing about being with you all week and he let it be known. “I couldn’t wait to get back,” he said as he put his hands underneath your dress to touch your ass, “I want you,Y/N, you have no idea”. He pulled you closer to him, making your legs spread wider. You grind on top of him while you kissed him, as you felt your hips crave for him, you could feel him growing under his pants. You softly moaned in his mouth while your tongue danced around with his, you pulled away to respond “Me too, all the time” catching your breath. Your heart now was quite agitated, you were quite turned on. “Let’s take this to the bedroom, yea?” he asked while kissing the cleavage your dress offered. “Si us plau” you responded while looking at that beautiful dark hair man kiss your tits, you remembered how to say please in Catalan. He looked up “Speaking Catalan already, beu? Maybe this move won’t be so hard”

You stood up, took off your dress, smiled, and walked towards the bedroom in your underwear saying a flirty “Maybe”

He smiled and followed you saying “ I can’t wait to fuck you when we’re there too” 

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Unit 02 blog: I'm likin' the look of that lichen

As a nature interpreter, I would want to encourage people’s child-like wonder for the natural world, while also offering a grounding experience. I would want to bring their attention to things we may not even notice— such as the glittery appearance of late afternoon sunlight shining through leaves that move in the breeze. I would want to “train” participants to slow down and appreciate the diversity and the beauty that lies in potentially overlooked details, and see things that used to be in the background as foreground. For example, most people will look at lichen but it will simply blend into being a part of the bark. However, upon closer inspection, there is an astonishing diversity of colours, shapes and textures that go completely unnoticed most of the time. There’s value in paying attention to the overlooked— for instance, did you know that lichen surveys have been used to study air quality? Because lichen take in moisture and nutrients through their pores, they are very sensitive to air quality and can therefore act as great indicators. Caribou pay attention to lichen— because they are able to metabolize it, this helps them survive in harsh habitats with poor food sources in areas that other species can’t reach— including its predators. 

The value of paying attention to minute details isn’t just for the sake of knowledge and curiosity. It’s also grounding to be so absorbed in carefully observing (through a magnifying glass, or through your phone camera lens with a macro zoom attachment) the world of colours and textures, that the past and future melt away. A similar effect comes from listening carefully to layers of bird calls, finding a warbler with your binoculars, and I’d imagine from other forms of nature observation that I myself am less versed in. 

Furthermore, learning to look for the details of an organism in order to identify it both stimulates the objective and knowledge-driven parts of the brain, and the emotional and sensual parts by bringing the observer into a more intimate appreciation for its features and their beauty. 

This can occur anywhere— but ideally in a forest; the boreal forest is one of my favourites, due to the diversity of lichen it has to offer. Skills needed for this may include species identification, as well as mindfulness so that I can pass on the practice of mindfulness to others through the grounding experience of nature observation.  

Finally, my ultimate goal would be for them to take this lens with them as they leave the place and see that nature is everywhere. I would want them to find what is near where they live or work— if they have the privilege of access to nature, that is— and take the time to appreciate it and fall in love.