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decembermidnight · 9 months ago

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Beskar and Pearls

Summary: Wearing the luxurious gift the Mandalorian gave you while accompanying him on a business trip turns out to be a pleasurable torture.

Pairing: Din Djarin x f!reader

Word count: 3.9k

Warnings: no plot - just smut, 18+ MDNI, teasing in public, Dom!Din, sub!reader, possessive!Din, lots of dirty talk, Din being a sexy arrogant asshole, glove kink, masculinity kink, humiliation kink, hair pulling, unprotected rough sex, mentions of exhibitionism kink, multiple orgasms, multiple creampies (wtf is a refractory period), a hint of overstimulation

A/N: the most coherent thoughts I have while ovulating. I have no excuse. This is FILTHYYYY I hope you enjoy it! Reblogs and comments are always appreciated!! Also a big thank you to @thefrogdalorian for making sure it's written in decent English and to @saradika-graphics for the perfect divider 💕

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The Mandalorian has just landed his ship on Nevarro after spending an entire month catching quarries in the outer rim. He has been away most of the time, but he made sure he'd make up for it every time he came back, too proud and stubborn to admit with words that he missed you, but demonstrating it by spoiling you with luxurious gifts and his body.

You look at him in reverential adoration as he dresses in his armour – a blend of his Mandalorian heritage and the many trophies he acquired from his victims, dark red in colour and dented after many close encounters with death.

He's just finished strapping weapons everywhere on his marvellous body when he addresses you.

“Hey. Got this for you. Wear it. We’re going to the market, I have some business to attend to,” Mando says as he hands you a small drawstring pouch he was hiding in his utility belt.

You immediately open it and its content leaves you speechless. It’s the sexiest piece of underwear you’ve ever seen – an expensive-looking black lace thong with just a string of pearls meant to go between your pussy lips.

If he wants you to wear it while in Nevarro, a lawless planet full of dangerous bounty hunters, you will wear it under the shortest skirt you have. The mere thought of his eyes glued to your ass, hoping to get a glimpse of it while being vigilant of other men at the same time, makes your head spin. You let out an aroused sigh and look at him, impassive as always behind the dark visor.

“That should keep you busy,” Mando chuckles and tilts his helmet.

You immediately wear it along with that short, flowy dress that also happens to be his favourite one on you.

“Let me see it,” he says as his hands grab you by the waist. He brings you closer to him and immediately lifts your skirt. He kneels before you and lets out a satisfied hum when he sees the tempting way the pearls disappear into your slit. The Mandalorian lingers there, dark visor trained on that heavenly view as his gloved hands caress your thighs. The sharp contrast between the coarse leather and your delicate, soft skin gives you a thrill of pleasure. You guess – you hope – the trip won’t take long.

His chestplate rises and falls as he struggles to catch his breath and maintain his composure at the sight of your perfect cunt dressed in pearls. It’s incredible to see how something so dainty could turn out to be so perverse and sinful.

“Come on. Let’s go now,” he says as he stands up. Now at his full height, his imposing figure resumes towering over yours. You admire him in awe, taking in the broadness of his body and the way his armour magnificently highlights it.

He offers you his hand to descend the ramp and as soon as you start walking, you understand why he said that it would keep you busy. With every step that you take, the pearls pleasurably rub against your clit. You can feel yourself getting wet already. There's an aroused expression on your face that Mando does not miss.

"Are you enjoying it?" he asks teasingly.

"Yes," you answer and bite your lip.

"Good,” you can hear how pleased he is seeing you like that after you’ve barely taken a few steps out of the ship. You know the thought of you being so aroused in public while having to control yourself is making him hard. You decide to play his game, see where this leads.

Mando is walking right behind you, strutting proudly as he stalks you like a hunter follows its prey. You feel his gaze trained on your butt, so you accentuate the swaying of your hips to get more friction from the pearls and to seduce him even further, hoping to get a reaction from him.

"Shake your ass as much as you want, you're not getting anything until I'm done here. You're only getting this scum to see how pretty you are. I like it," he slaps your ass and chuckles. You bite your lip to muffle a whimper.

"See the way they're looking at you? If they dare even think of touching you, their dead body will touch the ground before they lay one finger on you," he whispers in your ear as he grabs your hand and positions it over his blaster.

"You are mine," he growls in your ear as he wraps his other hand around your waist. He pulls you close, until the flustered, naked skin of your back touches his cold beskar chest plate. A thrill of excitement traverses your whole body and goes straight between your legs.

No one would be so stupid to touch you, not when a Mandalorian is claiming you as his, not when you can feel his erection against your ass. The whole thing is making you light-headed with arousal, so much that you start to shamelessly rub your ass against his cock. His hand tightens its grasp around your waist as your head rolls back to rest on his shoulder. You sigh in his neck and his hand trails up and wraps around your throat.

"Behave now," the Mandalorian growls as you feel his fingers tightening their grasp, trying to restrain himself from giving into lust already.

“I want you,” you whisper in his neck.

“I know,” he replies confidently before releasing you. What an arrogant motherfucker. You want to make him so hard he’ll want to bring you back to the ship and fuck your brains out, putting his desire for you before his stupid pride and his business. You want him to surrender to his carnal instinct.

The more steps you take, the more desperate you become for relief from this agonising, yet pleasurable torture. The pearls are stimulating your clit mercilessly, without ever getting you close to an orgasm. Your cunt spasms and clenches and what's worse is that he knows. Mando has spent so long quietly studying his bounties that he can tell by the irregular way you're breathing that you're struggling with the sensation. You bet he's enjoying every second of it, smirking under the helmet.

Just before entering the market area, he pulls you closer to him one more time, making you gasp.

"Now be quiet. You wouldn't want to fuck up my business. Be a good girl," he whispers softly in your ear as you feel his hand on your lower belly—close, so close to where you want him the most. Maker, he’s rock hard. You can feel it. You can’t think of anything else when his erection is pressing against your ass and his arm is tightly wrapped around your waist. He lets you go and you enter the market area together.

You try to divert your attention on whatever item they’re selling in the stands but it’s mostly weapons and things for bounty hunters that you couldn’t care less about. You can feel your arousal starting to drip down your legs, making your inner thighs slippery. Your swollen clit is pulsing and begging for attention, but Mando has been clear - you’ll get nothing until I'm done here, and you know nothing could make him change your mind, unless you play your cards right.

He grabs a seat in a beat-up wooden booth, his legs spread wide due to the massive erection trapped in his pants. There is an undeniable air of confidence and arrogance to him when he sits like this, looking so imposing and authoritative. You wish you could just drop to your knees and please him in any way he wants.

"Be my good pretty whore and sit here," Mando invites you to sit on his thigh and you immediately comply. You're so damn wet, you can't keep your legs closed.

"Hmm? Sitting here like this with your legs spread open? Do you want everyone to see your pretty cunt? Better let them know to whom this belongs, don't you think?" he coos in your ear with his husky voice. He knows you're both perfectly concealed and no one could see what's going on under that table. He's doing that just to prove a point—that you belong to him.

You nod mindlessly as his hand cups your cunt and stays there, still, without moving.

"Mando. Mando I need–" you whisper in his neck in a trembling voice.

"Oh. I know," he says, pleased when he sees how flustered you're getting. "Not yet," he growls as one of his gloved fingers trails your slit. He stops right before your clit, making you whimper and grip his arm tight in response. You dig your nails in his flightsuit as he feels how unbelievably wet you are.

"Hey. Behave now," he whispers as a Rodian approaches the booth and takes a seat, greeting him with a nod of his head. He immediately hands Mando a puck.

You have no idea what they’re talking about – you can't focus on anything else apart from the way Mando’s gloved hand holds the puck. You look at his fingers with pure lust, thinking of them touching your clit, pumping inside your cunt, the coarse leather caressing your skin.

You let your hand trail on his inner thigh and he stays surprisingly calm, not flinching one bit as your fingertips slowly slide higher, until they finally meet his cock. He is so unbelievably hard, you feel him throbbing underneath your fingers as you trail them all over his length. The Mandalorian won't betray any emotion, which turns you on even more. He's perfectly calm and collected on the outside, but you bet he'd love to throw you on that table and bury himself in you.

As soon as the Rodian hands Mando a handful of credits as an advance, he leaves.

"Please. Please, I need you," you whisper in his neck.

"I'm not done here. Be patient."

The throbbing need between your legs causes you to ache so badly that you don’t notice another man has approached and taken a seat until he begins speaking with the Mandalorian.

They're speaking in a foreign language, and Mando’s interlocutor does not seem happy. Judging by their tones of voice and gestures, they appear to be negotiating the fee for Mando collecting a certain bounty that the man needs capturing and he is displeased that Mando commands a high price. You’ve learnt over the time you’ve spent with the Mandalorian that there's not much room for negotiation with him. He has leverage since he's regarded as being the best bounty hunter in the outer rim. The way he speaks is so confident, it makes you even wetter how he does not lose composure while the other man is basically yelling at him.

He starts running his thumb on the string of pearls digging in your slit, feeling how wet you are for him as he keeps talking to his client while you're sitting in his lap, doing nothing but looking pretty. You're his slut and he wants everyone to know it, but you have to act cool even as he teases you under the table. You have to control the way you breathe, you can't let even the smallest whimper out. Why is this so hot? Why is he so hot?

In the end, the man hands him a hefty amount of credits and rises from the table with a huff, muttering and cursing as he goes.

"Please, take me back to the ship and fuck me. I won't ask for anything else, please," you whisper sensually in the crook of his neck.

"I'm not done here," he tries to appear impassive, but as soon as you resume your touching between his legs, he jerks slightly. You smirk, satisfied.

"Mando…" you trace the outline of his cock with your fingers, feeling how hard his erection is while purring in his neck. His pants are thick, but as you stop right at the tip, drawing circles on it with your fingertips, you can feel the fabric getting slightly damp.

“You’re so hard…” you sigh sensually as you keep rubbing his cock. You hear a choked grunt from him, now that he can’t focus on his job anymore, now that he’s at the mercy of your teasing. You’re so tempting, acting so shameless in public, the thrill of someone noticing the two of you drives him insane and you know it. You’re finally getting your revenge. You can bet he's close to losing control. Mando is twitching in his pants, his breathing getting heavier and heavier...

"Fuck it." He grabs you by the arm and you rush out of the market and back to the ship.

The Mandalorian doesn't even wait for the ramp to close behind him to bend you over the first crate he finds, kicking your legs open with his feet and freeing his throbbing erection. His gloved hands run up your skirt and position themselves around your hips, keeping you steady for him as he slams into you all at once. He meets no resistance from your drenched cunt whatsoever, leaving you breathless as you exhale in a loud moan. You're crushed between the crate and his beskar body, pleasurably forced to take his thick cock. You're only able to let out ragged groans and clamp tightly around him as he finally gives it to you just like you wanted.

"You. Fucking whore. Couldn't wait for me to finish my business. Wanted this dick so much, hm? Are you happy now?!" his thrusts are furious and relentless, his hips crushing your body against the crate with a devastating force. The angle at which he's hitting you is deep, so deep that you can't even prop yourself up on your shaky elbows. You're just getting brutally fucked without dignity.

"You get so disobedient when you want this cock. Maybe I should just tie you up and gag you?"

You can't even mumble words, too absorbed by the feeling of his cock thrusting inside of you, so aroused at the idea of him using your body for his pleasure.

"You're so wet. Damn. It must have been such a torture, right? To be so wet and turned on? Hearing you beg like that made me so fucking hard. Feel it. Feel what you do to me," he rasps as he rails you deep and hard.

The way the pearls are rubbing against your clit and the perfect rhythm of his thrusts are driving you close to the edge already.

"Mando, Mando, I'm–" you can barely mumble as you helplessly drag your hands against the crate.

"Yeah. Come. Seems like it's the only thing that will make you obedient. You wanted it so much, you can have as many as you want today."

'Thank you, thank you, tha–" your blissful chant is abruptly cut as the orgasm takes control over your body. Your cunt clenches hard around his thick cock and your legs jerk uncontrollably, barely touching the ground as he keeps you still and never stops drilling into you as you ride your high. The pleasure is so intense, it leaves you breathless as your cunt keeps involuntarily spasming around him in aftershock. You're panting against the metal crate beneath you, overwhelmed and reduced to a trembling, feeble mess, the coldness of it is a relief against the hot, flustered skin of your body that won't stop begging for him.

"Is this what you wanted, hm? For me to stop everything I was doing to come here and take care of you? Needy girl. You desperately wanted attention, hm?"

You can only mumble in assent, feeling the way he takes out his rage on you.

"Bet you would've let me fuck you in a dirty fucking alley if I wanted to."

"Y-yes–" you reply in a breathy groan, drenching yourself at the mere thought.

"What a slut. What if someone heard you screaming like that? What if someone heard how wet this pussy is when I fuck it? Fuck, you're dripping!"

For a man who barely speaks in normal circumstances, he sure does like to run his mouth when he's buried deep inside of you.

"Yeah. I bet you'd like it if someone saw me fucking you like the slut that you are," he pants and you start whimpering and clamping around him at the idea.

"I knew it. You're such a whore. But you are mine, and I won't let anyone hear these pretty moans and see this perfect cunt. They belong to me. To me," he growls.

"Yes – yes. I fuck–ing b-belong to you," you repeat mindlessly.

"Does it get this much to get you this wet? Just a string of pretty pearls? Looking so fucking good. So fucking good. Are you enjoying it?"

"Yes, Mando!"

"Shit, you're so tight. You're making me come," he says in a broken voice. His thrusts get erratic, as does his breathing "This cunt is so perfect, so fucking perfect," he emphasises the very last word before bursting, spilling hot and wet inside of you in a ragged groan, whining at how good it feels. His muscles tense and he gets rigid behind you, his head rolling back in pleasure.

"Oh, fuck! You're so hot. Spill all of your cum inside of me. Like this, yes!" you cry and start touching your clit, so turned on at the sight and feeling of his orgasm.

The sounds he makes as he comes are the hottest ones you have ever heard. The infamous Mandalorian – stoic, imposing and menacing – is getting lost in the overwhelming pleasure you’re offering him. Your drenched, tight pussy is making that dangerous warrior crumble. You’re so aroused, you need more.

"Please, please don't stop fucking me!" you dare asking him.

"I won't," he grunts as he keeps burying his dick deep, so deep inside of you.

"Don't stop. Don't stop. Oh, fuck, I need you to fuck me harder, please!" you plead as you feel his cum starting to drip down your hole. "Maker, please!" you say as you start frantically slapping and rubbing your clit as you hear the obscene, sloppy sounds of his cock thrusting in and out of you, of his hips slamming against your ass.

"I won't stop. Fuck, I want more. I can't stop. You drive me fucking insane!" he growls, resembling a wild beast, completely overwhelmed by lust. You feel his cock still pulsing inside of you as you get even wetter.

"Look at this perfect cunt. You're so full of my cum, damn, you can't ever get enough of it, can you? Fucking cum slut. Look what you make me do. Just came inside of you but I can't stop fucking this perfect cunt. You want to drain me. Are you proud of yourself, hm? Making me so fucking hard in public and teasing me like the whore that you are."

"Fuck, yes, I'm your whore. Your slave. I'm so close, please–" you mutter deliriously while your fingers and the pearls are rubbing against your clit in a wet, nasty mess of your fluids and his cum. You come hard around him once again, strangling his spent, sensitive cock in your tight grasp and hear him grunting, his grip on your hips tightens and his whole body jerks, but he really can’t have enough.

"Yeah. Yeah. Come on my fucking cock, whore. Let me feel it." he encourages you, gritting those words between his teeth, fighting his own oversensitivity, so addicted to the way you feel around him.

He doesn't stop fucking you, not even after your orgasm. He keeps railing you relentlessly. You bring your hand to your mouth and suck your fingers, tasting the bitterness of his cum blended with the slightly salty taste of your fluids on your tongue. Its taste is addicting, the scent heady and intoxicating in the best way possible.

"You taste so good, Mando. We taste so good together," you drawl, overwhelmed by pleasure.

"Yeah, I bet we do," he grabs a handful of your hair and pulls it to lift your head up, giving it to you even harder, making your eyes roll back in your head. You are screaming, completely entranced by the way his cock is still pumping hard inside of you.

"So damn loud. You like being fucked like this, hm?"

He hits even harder from this angle, keeping you nice and still for him to use as he pleases. You're so busy screaming that you can't even reply to him.

"Yeah. Scream as loud as you want. Let me hear how much you want it. I like it."

You can feel his cum dripping down your legs with every thrust, hearing the sloppy, squelching sounds your bodies make. Mando can't even restrain himself anymore, he’s moaning and sighing at how much he's enjoying it. Your cunt is spasming around him, turned on at the way he sounds.

"You like it, hm? To reduce me like this?" he says in between thrusts.

The truth is that yes, you do. You love making the Mandalorian falter with your teasing, making him so desperate and boiling with lust, he has to leave business to fuck you hard, so hard that any coherent thought leaves your mind. You love it when you can feel the man under all that beskar, when he makes you feel like the most important and beautiful thing in the galaxy.

"Yeah, you do," he answers himself as he slows his rhythm, slipping out of you completely only to slowly bury himself inside of you to the hilt, enjoying the view and feeling of his cock entering into your cunt dripping with his cum.

You bite your lip to muffle your screams just to hear him moaning and sighing as he feels the welcoming warmth of your cunt.

“Mando. Mando, please,” you beg as you feel your legs impatiently shaking as his shaft rubs that perfect spot inside of you with each thrust.

“What?”

“Harder. Please?” you beg, subjugated by that perfect teasing.

He slams into you so deeply that you feel it pulsing against your cervix.

“What? Like this? Hm?” he says as he starts to jackhammer you.

“Yes, yes, yes, yes,” you chant as you resume touching your clit.

“Greedy whore. Ready for another one? I'm not stopping.”

“Mmmm,” you can only reply as you feel another wave of overwhelming pleasure approaching.

You hear him panting as he gives you a few more violent, deep thrusts, driving you over the edge one more time.

“Yeah. Take it – fucking t-take–” he grunts when he feels your walls clenching around his cock, your orgasm pushing him over the edge, too.

A loud, violent snarl rips through his lips as he comes, filling you with his white, thick load once again. The grip of his hands around your hips turns to steel, your eyes roll up so high all you can see is pitch black as he keeps pumping his cock into you as you both ride your high. The feeling completely obliterates you, turning your body and mind into a helpless, exhausted mess.

A huge, satisfied grin forms on your face as you feel him slowly slip out of you and his cum starts dripping down your cunt and legs.

“Good work," he pants "now be a good girl and wait for me while I go back there. Don’t move one muscle and maybe we will pick up where we left off,” he says as he tucks his spent cock in his cum stained pants, not giving a shit about it, looking at the mess he made of you, disrupted and leaking with his seed. Wrecked, used, marked. His.

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armory-rasa · 10 months ago

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COUCH POUCH!! Free Pattern & Tutorial

...called thus because they use upholstery-weight leather for the bag body, that in my case was in fact skinned off a couch. 🤣 Turns out they are relatively quick and easy to make, so I tidied up the pattern for printing and took pictures to document the process when I made another five of them.

First off, print your pattern, 100% scale:

The bag shape was a modified version of the pattern I used for the Morpheus sandbag, but sized to fit in the roughly 11" squares that my couch skin came in. It makes a bag that sits very well on a tabletop, thanks to the flat base.

Though it turned out to not be the most efficient use of material, because that plus-shaped pattern tessellates well, if you're cutting them out of a full hide, but makes a lot of waste when you're cutting them out of squares of material. A more efficient design would have a half-rounded front and back, and a gusset between them, like so:

Ah well. It's not like I have any shortage of couch skin, though for the next round I'm going to experiment with a more efficient pattern.

First step, trace and cut out the bag body from your chrome-tan leather:

Like I said, this was upholstery leather, but anything that's flexible and ~1.5 mm thick will do.

The flap and front need to be a stiffer leather though -- I used 7 oz latigo, but veg-tan would work equally well. (And then you could ✨tool it!✨)

Cut them out, and then use the pattern to mark where your holes are going to be. Mark the holes on your bag body too:

The latigo pieces get hand-stitched to the bag body, so I used a stitching groover to carve out little channels for the thread -- it's not strictly necessary, but it makes your stitches lay a lot more neatly:

Punch the holes shown below:

I used a ~5 mm hole punch for those, and a 1.5" slot punch for the belt loops. Some of the holes on the front piece you're not punching yet, because they need to go through both layers.

I put a dab of contact cement on the pieces (circled in white) to help hold them in place when I go to punch the stitching holes:

(Make sure you're not putting glue between the belt loops)

Wait fifteen minutes for the contact cement to dry until tacky, and then line up the holes and the edges and press the pieces together:

Punch stitching holes:

Saddle-stitch both pieces in place (takes 28" of thread per):

Now you can punch these holes:

(I used a slightly smaller hole punch than for the others, but it doesn't really matter.)

Now press the right sides of the leather together and sew up the seams from the inside:

A regular sewing machine should be able to handle this, though you will need thicker thread, a heavy-duty leather-sewing needle, and a walking foot attachment. (If you don't have a walking foot attachment, it is SO WORTH getting one, even if you don't expect to sew much leather. Seriously, I use it for everything -- once you go walking foot, you don't go back. 💀) Because you can't pin leather without leaving permanent holes in it, tiny binder clips can be helpful for keeping your material lined up.

What they look like when you're finished sewing:

Cut 19" of lacing for the drawstring, and 11" of lacing for the toggle:

I use the 1/8" EcoSoft lace from Tandy, I think it's stronger than real leather would be at that thickness. The only important factor here is that you need something with a bit of texture and friction -- a silk cord isn't going to stay closed, it's going to slip open.

MANY BAGS.

For these I used a wooden toggle -- cut another 8" of lacing, looped it through the toggle twice, and then made a tight square knot on the back:

But another option is putting a concho or a large button on the flap. The bag I copied this design from, in fact, uses a concho toggle:

Thread some beads on the laces to keep the ends from getting lost, and you are DONE! 😁

Happy Bagging!

#instructional #tutorial #couch pouches #liveblogging projects #leatherworking

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lu-fic-recommendation-of-the-day · 5 months ago

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hi! This is my best work:

One Banana, Two Banana, Red Banana, Blue Banana

By @seaotter-17

Summary:

“Want an apple?” Wild asks hopefully as he takes a seat on a flattish rock.

“Nah,” Wind shakes a beaten red pouch hanging off his belt and grins, “I’ve got somethin’.”

He fiddles with the drawstring a bit as Wild leans over, interested. It opens to reveal thick, warped crisps pockmarked with salt.

He throws one into his mouth, then in a muffled voice says, “Plantain chips!”

In which there is much talk of the weird fruit that is bananas.

Tags:

Happy

Fluff

Bananas

Fruit

(bananas are weird

like there are red ones???

and BLUE ones??)

Good Sibling Sky

Good Sibling Wild

Legend is just here for the chaos

Wind is confused

Wild Is a Nerd

Crack Treated Seriously

Fluff and Crack

Word count: 1,040

Finished: Yes

#fic recommendation #linked universe #lu wind #lu wild #lu sky #lu legend

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ehlnofay · 4 months ago

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Summerfest Day 4 - THIEF

It’s been so very many months, and still Arabella can’t come into the Bee and Barb without arousing suspicion. It’s a dreadful shame – of all the rickety wood buildings standing topside it at least had some variety. Before she’d even joined the guild, the innkeeper had let her behind the bar to cook her own meal when she’d wheedled (bland cheese, and meat bought off a street butcher, and beef bones, full of soft rich marrow) and the drinks they served had been interesting to look at, even if none of it was by any means fit for consumption. (Not even the mead, which was a nuisance and a half – all Black-Briar, here, with its spices and berries and inedible little extras.)

She pauses near enough to the door, for politeness’ sake; one hand resting lightly on the back of a varnished-smooth chair at a small table, a flat yellow cushion placed on its seat. The seam at the side is splitting. Talen-Jei sees her almost instantly from where he leans over a long table unloading a tray (he is well used, by now, to her sporadic appearances) and his face droops into blankness almost comically fast. She throws a smile at him – an easy quirk of the lips – and waits, patient, as he finishes with that table; he doesn’t look away from her even as he speaks to them, and then he’s coming over, empty tray tucked under his arm, tail held unnaturally stiff, to say quietly, “There is no-one here to meet you.”

(Arabella is very obviously not welcome in the Bee and Barb, but Maven Black-Briar is welcome everywhere; and it is known by all who frequent it that this is the inn she prefers to conduct business out of when it is business she doesn’t want to take into her home. Arabella has long since become the sort of business that is taken home, though of course she enters through the back way, and only at rare invitation. But of course a city-centre cupbearer has no way of knowing that. And of course he assumes that this is her purpose, when it’s been the only reason she’s ever appeared here ever since she threatened the innkeeps and their families for money and for sport.) (She really can’t blame them for their dislike, can she? Yet another way in which she must pick up after herself. Mend all the things she never expected to need unbroken.)

She smiles, all teeth. “I know,” she says, sunshine-bright. Talen-Jei’s gaze slips from her eyes. He pins it on again.

His tail lashes, once. “Then,” he says, word bitten off like it cracks against the sharp little ridges of his teeth, “you should take your business elsewhere. Underground, perhaps.” He’s holding the empty tray tight to his side as if she might try to rip it from his grasp and hit him over the head with it. (She really hasn’t made this easy for herself, has she? Oh, well. She’s always liked a challenge.)

“Harsh,” Arabella replies. She tuts, still, of course, smiling. “No need to be hostile, Talen-Jei, I’m only making a social call.”

The tail lashes again, sharply enough that she can almost hear it; his shoulders twitch sharply in an irritated almost-shrug. “Only – you can take your social call and –”

Frustration – that’s better than the inscrutable wariness; there’s so much more to do with it. “I hear congratulations are soon to be in order,” she cuts in smoothly, and he stills, eyes flicking toward the cluttered noise of the tavern before he brings them back. He’s doing an admirable job of holding her gaze; people tend to struggle, these days. Arabella unhooks a leather pouch from her belt – burnished to a reddish shine, the ends of its fraying wool drawstring hanging – and drops it, with a little flourish, on the table between them.

Talen-Jei looks at it. He does not touch.

“I feel we got off on the wrong foot,” Arabella says, the words smooth and rote. She clasps her hands. “You’re a businessman, yes? You understand that every company has its rough patches. Ours has lately been going through some – growing pains.” When he still doesn’t move, watching her with the sharp-eyed scepticism a bird might direct at a cat, she reaches out to loosen the string herself. It catches on one of her rings, and she wrinkles her nose as she works it free; goes back to smiling brilliantly once it’s done. “Water under the bridge, yes?”

When she lets go, the little bag flops onto its side, and three raw purple gemstones the size of knucklebones tumble free. Talen-Jei’s eyes do something very interesting.

(Karliah is a one-woman intelligence force, when she wants to be; it is immensely useful.)

(It’s been a very long time since Arabella’s had any use for her half-remembered knowledge in lapidary, if it were ever any good to begin with; but she was careful in selecting these stones, even though she wasn’t entirely sure she understood all the qualifiers for what would suit them to their purpose. They’re all large enough to cut down again, with the right tools, and unfinished, and each is a different shape. They’re all such a lovely colour, too; soft and crystalline, bright as plum-skin or snail dye.)

Flat-voiced, Talen-Jei asks, “What do you want?”

“I did say this was a social call,” Arabella reminds him. She pulls a face. “It would be a bit gauche to start making demands now.”

“What,” he says without the inflection of a question, “do you want.”

(Afraid; after last time, it reads as a threat. Like she’s taunting him. She isn’t offended – it’s an accurate interpretation of her character. What he needs is the terms laid out clearly. Which she planned for.)

(By Y’ffre, communication is such a chore. If she doesn’t think it all through ahead of time she talks herself into knots no-one knows how to unpick.)

Arabella nudges the little bag nearer to him across the tabletop; places her hands on either side of the chair-back so she can lean forward, pouting. “You’re ascribing to me an awful lot of malice, Talen-Jei,” she says, tipping her head. “Is it so hard to believe that I only want to be cordial? To be civil enough to make small talk about the weather, or the price of fish –” her tone is light, airy; she brings it down, just an edge under the chatter of the inn, “ – or, say, who’s commandeering common rooms of your inn without paying and who they speak to while they’re there?”

Talen-Jei looks at her for several seconds; his tongue flickers, for a moment, between his teeth, and he steps backward, looking almost as though it pains him. “No,” he says, voice like gravel. “I want no part of a power struggle.”

Neither unreasonable nor unexpected; Arabella smiles again, smooth and sweet enough to press dimples into her cheeks. “Quick on the uptake,” she remarks; “That would be useful. But there’s no hard feelings. You won’t have trouble from us again.”

Behind him, the inn is loud, smelling beautifully of food – most of it even edible – with the noise of the player in the corner half-drowned by the calling and chatter of people. Talen-Jei glances back at it all again, tail twitching; says, again with that watched-bird scepticism, “You speak as representative of the Guild. How? You’ve scarcely been here a year.”

(She had told him she was new to Riften when first she arrived, though she’s mildly surprised he remembered; the Guild is, for now, and quite famously, a Riften-only affair.)

Arabella cocks her head to the side. “As I said,” she says, with the air of one conveying a great and important secret, “we’ve been having growing pains.” He has left the drawstring bag open and untouched on the table; Arabella unbuttons the bag at her belt and pulls out a pair of neatly-folded sheets of vellum, tucks them inside the pouch without touching the leather. “A receipt of purchase,” she tells him without waiting for him to ask, “so you needn’t worry about ill-gotten gains, and a note, signed by me and stating in two languages that all accounts are balanced and I forfeit any right to ask for payment of any kind. Not Jel, I’m afraid, as I don’t speak it. Terribly sorry.” She isn’t. She leans back from the table, then – she’s been leaning too hard over the chair, and the position is beginning to ache – and clasps her hands; looks brightly at Talen-Jei, who is still watching her, either carefully inexpressive or at a loss for words. It can be hard to quite tell the difference, with Argonians. “A pleasure speaking with you,” she says with all the earnestness in the world, a sentiment she’s certain he quite emphatically does not share, “and best of luck with the engagement.” She starts backwards towards the door, smiling slick-sweet as honey. “And do keep me in mind, yes? I would so dearly love to be friends.”

#hello man whose loved ones and livelihood I have threatened. would you like to be an informant in my long-running criminal coup #to overthrow the most powerful woman in the city #at least she gave him some items of sentimental and monetary value. everyone who has to deal with arabella deserves #extensive financial compensation #tesfest24 #the elder scrolls #tesblr #oc tag #arabella #skyrim #tes #thieves guild #fay writes #my writing

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farore-or-less · 11 months ago

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WIP for Forgotten Instincts

I'm chugging along with this next chapter, I promise! This one is a tough one because I'm making sure I get a few things exactly how I want them, and as a writer it can be difficult to articulate certain scenes into the proper words. But we are on Chapter 16 now (my god, we're 16 chapters along already!!) and we're at that rising action stage to carry on the remainder of the story and I can't thank you enough for reading, commenting, and enjoying this fic I've decided to share with you all <3

You can read Forgotten Instincts on Ao3! (Mind the tags and rating)

Spoilers and teaser below the cut:

Excerpt from Chapter 16: Sands of Indisputable Time

The snowy cabin looked just like it did when they had first arrived—when they defeated Vah Medoh and spent their first night together as an unwed couple. Everything was well organized and put away, no fire burning in the fireplace and the bed was neatly made, but as Link ventured deeper into the cabin he found new evidence of her. When he pulled the blankets off the bed and pressed them to his nose, he could smell the flowers still layered in the sheets with the spice of lust and her. Even beneath the musk and severe cold that was slowly fading her away, she lingered like a memory on the cusp of being forgotten, but he remembered. And he would never allow himself to forget.

As he explored the quiet cabin, he came across a handwritten letter sealed in an envelope on the desk—the same one he had stood over when he discovered Zel wasn’t her real name. The letter wasn’t addressed to him, but he opened it anyway. It read,

Dear Selmie,

I can’t thank you enough for allowing me to rent your cabin. The morning sunrises were the most beautiful I have ever seen and the nights stayed warm and cozy with a fire burning. I know you said you wouldn’t charge me for the stay, but I’ve left you a pouch of rupees to show my appreciation. I hope we can meet in Gerudo Town to go sand surfing some day.

Your friend,

— Z

Placed beside the folded letter was a pouch that Link recognized immediately. Bulbous and made of black leather, the thin drawstring rope that held it together was frayed at the ends and pulled taut to keep its contents hidden within. Sturdy yet worn with age, it would dangle off her belt for easy access or she’d tie it onto Jassa’s saddle whenever they traveled from place to place, region to region. It was Zel’s money pouch, and it was loaded with rupees. All that she had possessed.

Seeing that overly-generous display made his heart ache and his feelings turned sour like spoiled milk. He knew what she was doing. Zel was punishing herself in more ways than one, offering up all she had because she felt like she didn’t deserve anything anymore, and it was all his fault. He made her feel like more of a monster than she truly was, had backed her into a corner of her own design and if he’s unable to make things right between them, she could get herself into tumultuous trouble and he would be powerless to help her.

So he has to find her… and soon.

#zelink #legend of zelda #loz #botw #breath of the wild #zelink fic #zelda and link #link x zelda #fanfiction #the legend of zelda #slow burn #sorry for the angst

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riftdancing · 6 months ago

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• Inventory Meme •

Bold what they always have on them, italicise what they sometimes carry and strike out for never! ✧

‣ BAG

‣ WEAPONS

‣ APPAREL

‣ HEALTH + MAGIC

‣ STEALTH

‣ TOOLS

‣ PROVISIONS

‣ PERSONAL

Tagged By: @arty-ffxiv (thank you! this one was so fun!!)

#character - mihli mihgo #riftdancing - prompts #Mihli is a courier by main trade #so she's often on her feet adventuring and has a lot of supplies on hand in her pack

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arty-ffxiv · 6 months ago

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Inventory Meme | Kupa Kipi

☆ﾟ Bold what they always have on them, italicise what they sometimes carry and strike out for never! ✧

‣ BAG

‣ WEAPONS

‣ APPAREL

‣ HEALTH + MAGIC

‣ STEALTH

‣ TOOLS

‣ PROVISIONS

‣ PERSONAL

Tagged By: @zenmai--jikake--no--komoriuta ty sis ✧

Tagging: @machi-mindframe, @starforger, @this-is-ris, @hear-feel-think, @riftdancing, @alannah-corvaine, @gatheredfates ♥

#kupa kipi #kupa memes #inventory meme #ffxiv

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skelavender · 11 months ago

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Mulder is, miraculously, asleep on his couch. He’s been sleeping even worse than she has, he always does, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t be awake when she arrived. As quietly as possible, Scully settles onto the floor next to him, leaning her shoulder against the couch and crunching her knees into the coffee table. Mulder lays on his side, facing the room, and when she shuffles in closer, he rouses. His eyes blink open slowly and take her in. “Scully? Wa’s wrong?” “Nothing,” she smiles at him, “Go back to sleep, Mulder.”

read chapter one of shelter on ao3, or below the cut!

Dear friend,

I felt it shelter to speak to you.

— Emily Dickinson, Letter 533

***

November 1995

He’s in a forest, alone. Wandering. He has been for a while. It’s getting boring.

A branch creaks above him, and when he looks up, he sees her. Scully, in a long, flowing, white dress. She’s glowing, ethereal.

“Hey, Mulder,” she says as she floats down from her tree branch.

“Hi, Scully. Where are we?”

Scully waves her hand dismissively, “It doesn’t matter.”

“What’s with the getup?”

Scully cocks her head in confusion, “What do you mean?”

“The whole fantasy princess-slash-warrior look. Did you pick up a LARPing hobby you neglected to tell me about? I’m offended, I would’ve sent you to my costume guy.”

“Mulder you’re…”

“I’m what?”

“Wildly confusing sometimes.”

They fall into step, continuing along the path Mulder had been following.

“Will you at least tell me what’s in the pouch?”

“Hm?” She pays the leather drawstring pouch dangling from the belt at her waist, “Oh those are just The Cards, you know that.”

“The Cards?”

“Mhmm. Do you want a reading?”

Instead of thinking too hard, Mulder just nods and accepts the offer. They sit across from each other on a log, with enough space between them to lay the cards out.

Scully shuffles the well-loved tarot deck with practiced hands. Two cards pop out onto the log between them. One depicts two people stood across from each other, holding cups with a weird bird thing in the sky between them. The other has a rainbow with goblets on it, and people below celebrating the occurrence.

“Interesting.” Scully all but purrs.

“What?”

“Two of cups. It signifies a union. A deep bond or partnership.” Her fingers brush along the rainbow on the other card. “And the ten of cups, representing happiness. Bliss.”

Scully runs her hand along the deck and carefully selects another. She flips it to reveal a card depicting two people approaching a building in the distance.

Scully smiles. “Four of wands. Homecoming, and joy. Something… blooming.”

“Blooming?” He asks, “What does that mean?”

“I can’t tell you that.”

She selects the last card.

The world is slipping away.

Mulder?

It’s fading. He wants to see the card.

Mulder, wake up.

She places it on the log between them. He catches a glance of the image of two figures, both nude, with another figure in the sky between them before —

Mulder shoots up straight. “Wassit mean, Scully?”

“What?”

Mulder blinks sleepily, and Scully comes into focus. He’s at his desk in the office, with Scully standing over him, one hand on his shoulder where she’s been shaking him to rouse him from his slumber.

“I was— you were— I had a dream.”

“You had a dream about me?”

“You had magic powers. And you read tarot cards for me.”

“Oh yeah? And did I predict a good future for you, Mulder?” Her lips are cocked in a teasing manner.

“Something about… blooming? You wouldn’t tell me what it meant.”

“How horribly vague of me.” She finally leans out of his space and takes her seat at the chair across from him. “Did you stay here last night?”

“Haven’t been sleeping well. Got here around 3, thought I might as well review my report.”

“Worse than usual?” Scully tries to avoid concern from flooding her voice, but Mulder can hear it.

“Yeah. I think I’ve gotten… six hours this week? maybe closer to seven now.”

“God, Mulder, how are you even upright?”

“We should open an X-file on that. Maybe it’s aliens.”

She rolls her eyes. Mulder taps a file on the desk, which he had fallen asleep on top of. “No, seriously. Aliens. Thoughts? I don’t have a slide show yet, but I’m sure I can whip one up.”

As the beginnings of their days go, this one is relatively normal.

***

Weekend movies are not a usual occurrence for them, but when Scully calls him around noon on a Sunday asking if he’s busy, he can’t say no to her. Not when he has the opportunity to see her relaxing on his couch and soak up her attention like a sponge.

When Mulder swings the open door at her knock, she wiggles the VHS in her hand, a film they had discussed a mutual interest in at the office earlier in the week, and slithers past him into the apartment without a word.

“Do I have to worry about whatever I’m about to take out of the tape player, Mulder?” is the first thing she says, while she’s crouching in front of his TV.

“Don’t worry, Scully, all the truly horrifying stuff is hidden away.” He offers a lopsided smile and she rolls her eyes fondly before pressing the tape she brought into the player and joining him on the couch, scant inches between their thighs.

Over the course of the film, those inches shrink, and by the second act Scully finds herself laid out on the couch with her knees on Mulder’s lap. His fingers trace the skin above her knee where her skirt has ridden up. The light graze of his fingers across her bare skin is electrifying, so much so that she’s losing track of the plot of the movie.

Shapes, she realizes, he’s drawing some kind of shapes. In a pattern. She can’t place it, but the action repeats on a loop over and over, soothing her further into slumber.

She’s asleep before the movie finishes, red hair splayed across the arm of the couch.

***

December 1995

Scully slips her key into the lock, and swings the door open tentatively. It squeaks if it goes too far too fast, and she doesn’t need to wake anyone up at this time of night.

She avoids the squeak, and steps inside on light feet before locking the door behind her. Avoids the spot on the floor by the table that also squeaks, and sets her jacket over the back of a chair before approaching the living room.

Mulder is, miraculously, asleep on his couch. He’s been sleeping even worse than she has, he always does, but she’d hoped he wouldn’t be awake when she arrived.

As quietly as possible, Scully settles onto the floor next to him, leaning her shoulder against the couch and crunching her knees into the coffee table. Mulder lays on his side, facing the room, and when she shuffles in closer, he rouses.

His eyes blink open slowly and take her in. “Scully? Wa’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” she smiles at him, “Go back to sleep, Mulder.” She rests her head on the couch, face less than a foot from his, and closes her eyes. When she feels Mulder’s hand tangle itself in her hair to scratch at her scalp, she sighs. They both drift off within minutes.

***

Scully’s asleep in the office, her head resting on her arms where they’re folding next to her microscope. She has been for about an hour, since Mulder heard a thunk from Scully’s corner and his head snapped up to make sure nothing had happened. When he noticed she had just fallen asleep, he decided to just let her rest. It’s not like they were in the middle of anything important anyway. The lull between cases had been much needed.

He’d noticed Scully’s tiredness before she had shown up at his apartment a couple weeks ago, but since then the signs had appeared far more frequently. Heavy makeup under her eyes can only cover the dark circles so much.

A knock sounds at the door, and it swings open to reveal Skinner before Mulder can respond. He steps inside the office.

“Mulder, I have questions about–”

“ Shhh !” Mulder gestures towards Scully’s, thankfully still sleeping, form. He rises from his desk chair and ushers Skinner into the hallway, closing the door gently behind them.

“Is Agent Scully okay?” Skinner asks.

“I think she’s been, uh, having trouble sleeping. I decided it would be best to let her nap.”

“Do you know why?”

“She hasn’t mentioned anything.” And when she fell asleep on my floor at 3AM, she left before I woke up, so I didn’t exactly get a chance to ask her then , he doesn’t add.

Mulder answers Skinner’s questions about his recent report and returns to his desk and sleeping partner.

***

January 1996

Scully is held upright mostly by the cart in front of her. She’s not even entirely sure what on her list has actually made it into said cart, but she’s hoping it’s enough to feed her, and Mulder on the days he shows up, for the week.

She hasn’t slept well since they returned from a case in New England a couple days previously. Really, that just meant she hadn’t slept well since Mulder was sleeping under the same roof as her.

That’s the pattern. She’s known since she had snuck into his apartment on a particularly draining sleepless night and fallen asleep in a blink when he was touching her. She’s tried teas and sleep aids, but Mulder’s presence has been the most effective.

“I like your sweatshirt.”

An unfamiliar voice brings Scully back to the present, where she’s been staring at the back of a box of Triscuits for too long, not processing any of the numbers in front of her. She blinks the person’s face into focus. It’s no one she recognizes.

“Did you go to Oxford?” He asks, nodding down to her chest. She looks at what she’s wearing, and whaddya know, it says Oxford right there on her front. It’s Mulder’s sweatshirt, one that he usually sleeps in but had somehow made it into Scully’s luggage a couple of cases ago. It’s well loved and comfortable, which is why she had thrown it on after getting home from work and before running to the store.

“No,” Scully finally replies, “It’s my husband’s. He went.”

The words are out of her mouth before she can stop them. The truth – or this truth, at least – is instinctual.

She throws the box in her hand into her cart and shuffles out of the aisle, not having the energy to reflect on the interaction.

***

Scully is shoulder deep in her closet, plucking through dresses and suits she hasn’t had the opportunity to wear in months to years. She’s dead set on wearing her maroon suit today but can’t find it. It’s not at the cleaners, it hasn’t fallen to the bottom of the closet, and it’s not in the pressed stack on the chair in the corner that is waiting to go to the cleaners. And, clearly, it’s not on a hanger.

She tries thinking back to the last time she wore it. A couple weeks ago, in the office, she hadn’t had an autopsy so she wouldn’t have any reason to take it off, but she was ready for a nap and hadn’t wanted to stop at home to change before going to–

Oh. Mulder’s.

She’s surprised she hasn’t run into this problem yet. Half her clothes are at Mudler’s at this point, waiting for a morning where she’s getting ready there. In exchange, half of his are at her place, tucked into the drawer she’s cleared for him and hung neatly by her hand, pushing the dresses she doesn’t get to wear further into the back of her closet.

“Damn,” she tells the wardrobe, pushing her wedding dress back into place next to one she wore on a first date four years ago and never since. Mudler pops his head out of the bathroom across the hall.

“Whaf wong?” He asks through a mouth full of toothpaste.

“The suit I want to wear is at your apartment, and we won’t have time to stop by on the way to the office.”

“Which wom?” He leans back into the bathroom to spit.

“The red one.”

Mulder saunters into the bedroom and leans past Scully to point to one of the hangers. “What about this one?”

“That’s brown, Mulder.”

“Well yeah, but the shirt you usually wear it with is a similar color, right?” Scully looks up at him, a little in awe. “What, is it actually green? I was so sure of that one, damn.”

“No, it’s the same color. I’m just surprised you pay that close attention to what I wear.”

Mulder taps his temple, “Photographic memory, remember?”

Uh huh.

It’s true. She knows he pays attention, he always has. Their dynamic has shifted in the last few months, a phony marriage will do that to people, but it had been true before then as well. For the past three years, they’ve been growing to fill the other’s gaps. Recently, these changes have been to make room for the other in their life. To allow for their flaws, and love one another including them.

They have little habits that their partner would never have noticed before they started — in the most literal use of the term — sleeping together. For example, Mulder drools in his sleep. Scully endures this, and buys another set of pillowcases to rotate out as needed. Scully takes up an absurd amount of space in the bathroom. By the second night she stayed over, Mulder had jewelry and soaps and creams he didn't even know the purpose of sprawling across his bathroom. He installed another shelf next to the sink, and moved his own stuff to the higher one so she can actually reach it. He even put a small dish on the counter meant for her earrings and necklaces, though she rarely takes the latter off, even to sleep. Often, when they’re home and in only each other’s company, she’ll even wear the ring proudly, atop her shirt for the walls of the apartment to see. In private is the only place it’s safe for her to do so.

So yes, Scully knows that they’ve changed each other. But she hadn’t known that he had paid such close attention to her.

She puts on the brown suit with the red shirt, and they pile into the car.

next chapter ->

#the x files #LTWrites #LTW: shelter #fall into place series #.txt #fics

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danco110 · 11 months ago

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“I don’t need a map to find riches, Kele.”

“…Well, obviously you don’t, Agen! Riches are falling out of that ship you’re clinging to left and right!”

The merfolk hanging from the pirate ship rigging gave a boisterous laugh to his partner swimming in the waves below him. Reaching out, he caught in his webbed fingers several gold coins that had been falling overboard from a breach in the hull, and held them high to show to Kele.

“Well, they do say location is everything!”

“In that context, though-”

“I’d say we’ve recovered enough of our stolen wealth!” Agen interrupted brashly. “Ready to get out of here?”

“Yes, let’s go, before we’re spotted.”

Agen leapt from the rigging and landed in the sea with a surprisingly small splash. A brief swim to shore later, he and Kele were walking inland, first off the beach, then through the heavy underbrush of the jungle. Only then did Agen pull a heavy pouch from his belt, grinning eagerly as he untied the drawstring.

“Grabbed as much as I could. Now let’s…” Agen trailed off, the smile falling from his face getting his partner’s attention.

“What’s wrong?” asked Kele.

“It’s heavier than…I grabbed gold, right?”

“I thought so?”

Agen jostled the pouch, producing a decidedly non-metallic impact from within. Finally opening it, he found an impressive collection of colorful rocks, but no coins, much to his dismay.

“There were coins in here! I swear!”

“Well,” Kele remarked with a wry smirk, “it doesn’t look like there’s any in there now.”

—

“Never saw me coming.”

A ways back up the path, a pirate hung upside-down from a tree branch that was in turn hanging over the trail. With a grin, she hefted the pouch in her hands - filled to the brim with coins that had been stolen, then stolen back, then taken once more. She opened the drawstring, grinning at the thrice-burgled loot within.

[Scene: Someone wheels with a Hullbreacher under their control. An opponent flashes in a Crafty Cutpurse in response and puts em on tilt. And yeah yeah, I know Hullbreacher is banned in commander!]

#mtg #magic the gathering #ixalan #story bites

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changeling-crafts · 2 years ago

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Pouches! A loose guide

I love making little pouches, they take up so little yarn, and there are endless ways to make one. Hopefully this guide will inspire you to make some little pouches of your own!

vague recipe-esq instructions and examples below cut!

You will need:

yarn

the means and know how to turn yarn into a rectangle (be it knit, crochet, or any other method)

a bit of fabric for lining

sewing needle & thread, and a smidge of know how

ribbon or a button (only a maybe on this one (depends on your pouch))

Step 1: Make a Rectangle!

You can knit or crochet it. Most of the pouches in this post as examples were knit, with crochet closures, because that's my favorite way to do it. I like 2 row stripes, or mosaic knitting my rectangles for a bit of visual interest. Mosaic knitting is a technique where you strategically slip stitches while changing colors every 2 rows. I recommend it especially if you are wanting to try out knitted colorwork for the first time, as unlike other methods of knitted colorwork you don't have to worry about floats or working with both colors at the same time. The mosaic knitting charts I use are from Gannet Designs.

Since little pouches are one of my relaxing projects I don't plan them out really, I just make a rectangle and mess around with folding after the rectangle is done. Different ways of folding the rectangle will result in different proportioned pouches, find the shape you like best!

Step 2: Sewing/ Lining

Knit & crochet will stretch, so to prevent losing any treasures I put inside I like to line my pouches. Lining is also a great way to practice your hand sewing so you aren't too rusty when it comes time to repair your favorite shirt that just got a tear.

you can:

sew pouch together

sew lining together

sew lining and pouch together

sew lining to pouch (inside out, flip right side out before sewing final edge to hide raw edges)

sew pouch together

Sew pouch together

flip pouch inside out

Whip stitch lining to pouch (fold edges of lining to hide raw edges)

Step 3: Closure

If you want to plan out you pouch ahead of time, you can incorporate a flap or drawstring holes while you are making your rectangle.

For knit drawstring holes *knit 2 together, yarn over* where you want the drawstring to be.

For crochet, *half double crochet, chain 1, skipping every other stitch*

I think it looks nicer if there's a bit of fabric on the edge of the pouch after the drawstring hole row. For my drawstring pouches I tend to add all the drawstring stuff at the very end. I crochet around the mouth of my pouch for a couple rows, do the drawstring row, a couple more rows, then finally a round of chaining 5 or more and slip stitching in the next stitch for a fun ruffle at the edge.

you can also knit an after thought drawstring, similar to the crochet one I describe (a few rows, drawstring row, a few more rows, a fun bind off). You will want to work in the round, so having familiarity with dpns or the magic loop method will be useful.

Flaps are also an option! and there's a a lot to explore. Just make any shape, rectangles and triangles are both great picks, but you can get super creative with flaps. Find a beautiful crochet leaf applique? Perfect flap! Circle? Why not! A rectangle where you cast on and bind off stitches on one side for a chunky fringe? I only just thought if it as an example and now I think I gotta try it, cus it sounds super cool!

Step 4 Extras!

Pockets have all the same fun & potential as flaps

String beads on your yarn before you make your rectangle. You can add the beads as you work in a pattern or let it be more random, either way you have a lovely glitzy pouch! You can also add beads to the ends of your drawstring

Give your pouch a face, arms, legs, tail, wings, to turn them into a fun and functional companion for your adventures.

make a long rectangle for a carrying strap, or smaller loops to loop the pouch onto a belt of off the strap of a larger bag. You can make extra long friendship bracelets for a strap that doesn't stretch, and marcrame has a ton of potential for cool patterns!

Examples!

#craft tutorial #knitting #crochet #diy tutorial

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villainsimpqueen · 3 months ago

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QUEENS FANCLAN LORE: THE BARREN LAND ANCESTORS. PART 1.

This will be very, very long.....

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PLEASE DO NOT STEAL MY LORE!

PLEASE ASK TO USE MY IDEAS OR CREATE OCS OF MY FANCLANS

MINORS & AGELESS ACCOUNTS PLEASE STAY OFF MY PAGES!.

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The Barren Land Ancestors Generations.

Evorak - The First Generation of Barren Land Na'vi

Origin:

The Evorak emerged as descendants of the Mire’lok, a group of Na'vi who fled into the barren, ash-laden landscapes created by meteorite impacts. Unlike those who sought refuge in the toxic swamps, the Evorak journeyed into a new world plagued by perpetual darkness, where sand and ash storms raged endlessly. In these lands, corrupted animals, twisted by the effects of the meteorite's devastation, posed constant threats, driving the Evorak to rapidly adapt to survive in these desolate conditions. Over time, they became the first generation of Na'vi to evolve in the Barren Lands, laying the foundation for future generations.

Physical Traits:

- Reduced Stature: In the harsh and unpredictable landscape, the Evorak began to shrink in size. A smaller stature offered them greater agility and the ability to navigate through narrow spaces, which was crucial for survival in the dense, chaotic environment.

- Dull and Camouflaged Skin: The vibrant colors and patterns of their Mire’lok ancestors faded into muddy, dull hues. Their skin tones shifted to blend into the darkness of the ash and sandstorms, providing them with natural camouflage. Despite this change, they retained the ancestral snake-like patterns, though these patterns were more subtle and muted.

- Increased Body Mass:The Evorak developed thicker bodies with an increased ability to store fat and nutrients. Their tails, in particular, became vital storage organs, accumulating fat reserves that could sustain them through long periods without food or water. This adaptation was crucial in a land where resources were scarce.

- Enhanced Vision:The Evorak's eyes underwent significant changes, evolving stronger secondary eyelids to protect against the constant barrage of dust and sand. Their eyes also began to glow in hues of amber, orange, and faint red, allowing them to see clearly in the darkness of the storms. This adaptation not only helped them avoid predators but also ensured they could keep track of one another in the chaotic environment.

Evorak Fashion Adaptations

Protective Cloaks:

- Thick, Full-Length Cloaks: The Evorak wear heavy cloaks that stretch from their hoods down to their feet, designed to protect them from the relentless sand and dust storms. These cloaks are made from tough, weather-resistant materials—likely the hides of resilient, corrupted animals they hunt. The cloaks are often reinforced with layers of treated leather, providing not only protection from the elements but also from the sharp, whipping winds and potential predators.

- Hoods: Their hoods are deep and wide, often extending forward to shield their faces from the stinging sand. The hoods may also have a drawstring or wrap feature to secure them tightly during the most intense storms, with some including a thin, transparent veil across the eyes for additional protection without obstructing vision.

Leather Wrappings:

- Skirts, Shorts, and Pants: Underneath their cloaks, the Evorak wear leather wrappings that cover their bodies in layers. These wrappings are fashioned into skirts, shorts, and pants, designed for flexibility and ease of movement. The leather is treated to be both breathable and durable, allowing them to withstand the abrasive environment.

- Arm and Leg Guards: Additional leather wrappings might be worn on their arms and legs, providing extra protection and warmth. These could be secured with laces or ties, making them adjustable and easy to remove when necessary.

Belts and Pouches:

- Utility Belts: The Evorak carries belts loaded with essential tools and resources. These belts are sturdy, with multiple compartments for storing food, water, and other rare valuables they might come across. The pouches are usually hidden beneath their cloaks to protect them from potential thieves and the harsh environment.

- Hidden Storage: Given the scarcity of resources, these belts are designed to be discreet, blending into the layers of their clothing. Some might even have secret pockets or compartments where particularly valuable items are concealed, ensuring that even in the most desperate situations, they have something to fall back on.

Resourcefulness and Practical Design:

- Function Over Form: The Evorak's clothing is purely functional, with every piece serving a vital purpose. Their garments are designed for survival, with an emphasis on durability, protection, and the ability to carry essential resources. This utilitarian approach reflects their harsh environment, where practicality is paramount, and any embellishment or unnecessary detail is a waste of valuable resources.

Mental Corruption: The "Kramok" Sickness

Origin and Spread:

- Genesis of Despair: As the Evorak adapted to the Barren Lands, their once peaceful existence in the Mire’lok lands became a distant memory. The constant struggle for survival, the unrelenting darkness, and the fear of the corrupted predators gnawed at their spirits. As the years passed, whispers began to spread among the Evorak that Ewya, their Great Mother, had turned her back on them, abandoning them to the desolate wasteland. In the depths of their despair, some Evorak started to believe in a new deity—**Kramok**—a twisted father figure born out of their suffering.

- Sickness of the Mind: This mental sickness, known as "Kramok," began as rumors among the Evorak, but it quickly took root in the hearts of those who were most vulnerable—those who had lost loved ones, those who had been scarred by battles with the corrupted creatures, and those who were haunted by the endless darkness. Kramok became a symbol of power in a world where they felt powerless, a false savior who promised relief from their suffering.

Symptoms and Behavior:

- Obsession and Worship: The first signs of the Kramok sickness were subtle—a shift in behavior, a darkening of the eyes, a growing obsession with the idea of Kramok as a father who would provide all they needed. Those afflicted by the sickness began to reject the teachings of Ewya, instead preaching the word of Kramok. They believed that by worshiping him, they would be granted power, sustenance, and protection from the horrors of the Barren Lands.

- Self-Mutilation: As the sickness progressed, the afflicted would carve strange, intricate symbols into their skin, believing these marks connected them to Kramok. This self-mutilation was seen as a form of devotion, a way to show their loyalty and to transcend the pain of their existence. The most extreme of these acts involved cutting their kurus—their neural queues—severing their connection to Ewya in a twisted ritual of self-sacrifice. They believed this act would purify them, cutting away the remnants of their old lives and allowing them to fully embrace the darkness.

- Coercion and Terror: Those who were fully consumed by the sickness did not remain isolated. They became zealous, attempting to convert the healthy and sane to their twisted beliefs. They used fear and coercion, spreading the idea that Ewya had abandoned the Evorak, and that only by worshiping Kramok could they survive. These corrupted Evorak were terrifying figures, often appearing in the night, their bodies scarred and marked with the symbols of their devotion, their eyes glowing with an unnatural light as they preached the word of Kramok.

Impact on the Evorak Society:

- Faith in Crisis: The rise of Kramok worship caused a profound crisis of faith among the Evorak. Many began to question whether Ewya truly still watched over them, or if they were truly alone in the darkness. This doubt made them vulnerable to the influence of the corrupted, leading more and more to fall into the sickness. The once close-knit community began to fracture, with families and friends turning against each other, unsure who they could trust.

- Eliana’s Role: Hope seemed all but lost until a sign came from Ewya herself. A young Evorak woman named Eliana was born from the last generation of the Mire’lok, just before the meteorites had devastated their homeland. Eliana was different—her connection to Ewya remained strong, even in the face of the darkness. She began to have visions, guiding her to lead the remaining faithful Evorak out of despair. Through her, Ewya showed that she had not abandoned her children, that there was still hope, even in the Barren Lands.

Eliana’s Challenge:

- Battle of Faith: Eliana’s task was daunting. She had to rally the remaining sane Evorak, to restore their faith in Ewya, and to resist the spread of the Kramok sickness. She preached that Ewya’s love was still with them, that the trials they faced were not a sign of abandonment but a test of their strength and resilience. She called on the Evorak to resist the false promises of Kramok and to stand together, even in the face of overwhelming darkness.

- Confronting the Corrupted: Eliana’s journey would eventually lead her to directly confront the corrupted Evorak. This confrontation was not only physical but spiritual, as she sought to reclaim those who had been lost to the sickness and to banish the influence of Kramok from their lands. Through her, the Evorak would find the strength to push back against the darkness, to renew their bond with Ewya, and to survive in the harshest of environments.

Eliana: The Light in the Darkness

Eywa’s Blessing:

- Eyes of the Sun: When the sickness of Kramok began to infect the Evorak, plunging them into despair and chaos, Eywa saw the suffering of her children and chose Eliana as her vessel of hope. It is said that Eywa placed the light of many suns within Eliana’s eyes, making them shine with a radiance that could cut through the deepest darkness. Her eyes became a beacon for the faithful, guiding them away from the dangers that lurked in the endless sand and dust storms. In the blackness of the Barren Lands, where visibility was often reduced to nothing, the sight of Eliana’s glowing eyes became a symbol of salvation for those who had not yet succumbed to the madness of Kramok.

Guiding the Lost:

- The Protector: Eliana’s role as a guide and protector grew as she gathered those still loyal to Eywa. Her eyes were not just a light in the darkness but a source of warmth and comfort. The children of Eywa who saw her eyes knew they were not alone, that the Great Mother was still with them. Eliana led groups of the faithful through the treacherous landscape, avoiding corrupted Evorak and dangerous predators. She moved through the storms with a grace and certainty that seemed almost otherworldly, her path always true, her eyes always forward.

- Journey to the Light: One of the most legendary tales of Eliana’s guidance speaks of a day when she led a large group of Evorak through what seemed to be an endless storm. For days, they traveled with Eliana at the front, her eyes cutting through the swirling sands. The storm raged around them, but Eliana remained calm and resolute, her belief in Eywa unshakable. Then, as if stepping through a veil, the storm suddenly parted, revealing a landscape bathed in sunlight. The Evorak who followed her were stunned; they had emerged from the endless darkness into a place where the sun shone bright and the sands gleamed with a golden light. It was a sign—a promise from Eywa that she was still fighting against the corruption of Kramok, that her light had not been extinguished.

The Return to Darkness:

- Relentless Search: Despite finding this sanctuary of light, Eliana knew her task was not complete. She could not rest knowing there were still Evorak lost in the darkness, either hiding from the predators or, worse, succumbing to the sickness of Kramok. So, with unwavering determination, she returned to the heart of the storms. Again and again, Eliana ventured into the swirling sands, her eyes the only light in the blackness, seeking out those who had strayed from the path or who were on the verge of giving in to despair.

- Redemption and Salvation: Each time Eliana returned to the storm, she brought back more of Eywa’s children. Some were on the brink of losing themselves to the darkness, while others had been captured by the corrupted followers of Kramok. But when they saw Eliana’s eyes, they were reminded of the light of Eywa, and their faith was renewed. She did not judge those who had faltered but instead welcomed them back into the fold, guiding them to the sanctuary of light and warmth. Her compassion and strength became the stuff of legend among the Evorak, and her name was spoken with reverence.

The Golden Lands:

- Eywa’s Haven: The place where Eliana led the Evorak became known as The Golden sands—a sacred refuge where the storms could not reach, and the light of Eywa bathed the sands in warmth. Here, the Evorak began to rebuild, creating a new society rooted in the faith that had sustained them through the darkness. Eliana continued to lead, her eyes a constant reminder of Eywa’s presence, and her story was passed down through generations as a testament to the power of faith and the resilience of the Evorak.

- Legacy of Light: Eliana’s actions did more than just save lives—they restored hope to a people who had nearly lost everything. The Golden Lands became a symbol of Eywa’s unending love and protection, and the Evorak who lived there thrived, always remembering the darkness they had escaped and the light that had guided them. Eliana’s legacy lived on in the hearts of the Evorak, a shining example of what it meant to be a true child of Eywa, even in the face of the greatest trials.

After her death, she and her children were given a place amongst Ewyas stars so that her light can be still used as a guide to this day.

These star patterns became known as Elianas constellation. And is what used by modern Golden sand Navi as the only true map of the golden sands.

Evorak Evolution: The Path to the Nenirim

(Made by @nin3kyuu )

Evorak Secondary Evolution Traits:

. Height Reduction: The Evorak, adapting to their harsh environment, became shorter than their Mire’lok ancestors. Their reduced height helped them navigate the challenging terrain and survive in the constant sand and dust storms.

Skin and Patterns:

- Skin Tones: Their once muddied and dull skin tones evolved into lighter hues of blue-gray. This adaptation was a response to the intense heat of the golden sands, with their bodies developing mechanisms to stay cooler.

- Patterns:Their snake-like patterns became lighter gray hues, with microscopic scales that could reflect the golden sands, sometimes giving the appearance of gold or orange markings. This coloration helped with camouflage and reduced the heat absorption.

. Ear Adaptations: Evorak developed longer ears to detect predators and other movements in the desert's silence. This adaptation was crucial for survival in an environment where hearing could be the difference between life and death.

. Body Structure:

- Fat Storage: Their bodies became thicker, with a significant amount of fat and nutrients stored in their tails. The tail, resembling a possum's, could thin out over time if food and water were scarce, acting as a reserve during periods of shortage.

- Thicker Bodies: The overall body structure became more robust to endure the harsh desert environment.

Eye Color: Their eyes evolved to shades of amber, yellow, and gold. This change allowed them to see well in the shifting light of the desert and provided an additional layer of camouflage against the golden sands.

Nenirim Traits (Modern Day):

Fanged Teeth:As the Barren Lands became a place of exile and conflict, the Nenirim developed sharper fanged teeth. This adaptation was necessary for defense and survival in a more hostile environment where encounters with other clans and predators were common.

Longer Ears: The Nenirim's longer ears were influenced by the Liskarak generation and modern Nenipay. These ears enhanced their ability to detect faint sounds, crucial for avoiding dangers in the vast desert.

Pattern and Color Variation:

Genetic Mixing: The Nenirim display a wide variety of patterns and colorations due to the genetic mixing from their ancestors (Mire’lok) and other Barren Lands Na'vi (Nenipay and Nenipuru). This morphism results in a diverse range of appearances among the modern-day Nenirim, reflecting their rich evolutionary history.

Evolutionary Chain:

Liskarak: An earlier generation that bridged the gap between the Evorak and the modern Nenirim, contributing to the evolution of physical traits like ear length and pattern variations.

Tsyokon Another pivotal generation that influenced the genetic mixing and trait development leading to the modern Nenirim. Their traits helped shape the survival adaptations necessary for life in the golden sands of the Barren Lands.

Summary:

The Nenirim, as the modern descendants of the Evorak, showcase a blend of adaptations that highlight their survival in the golden sands of their environment. With a mix of inherited traits from the Evorak and influences from the Liskarak and Tamonak generations, the Nenirim are a testament to the evolutionary journey of the Barren Lands Na'vi.

Corrupted Pre- Barren Land Animals

Malkurak (Blightfang Lizard)

- Description: The Malkurak is a large, heavily-armored lizard that has adapted to the toxic environment of the Barren Lands. Measuring around 10 feet in length, its body is covered in thick, spiked scales that protect it from predators and the harsh elements. The Malkurak’s skin is a mottled blend of ash-gray and sickly green, with patches of hardened, blackened flesh where it has been exposed to the toxic dust. Its head is broad and flat, with a wide mouth filled with razor-sharp, serrated teeth that can tear through flesh and bone.

- Behavior: The Malkurak is an aggressive, territorial predator that hunts anything that crosses its path. It has a powerful bite, capable of shattering bones, and it can deliver a toxic venom through its fangs that causes rapid necrosis in its prey. The Malkurak is also known to burrow into the sand to ambush its prey, leaping out to attack with surprising speed despite its size.

- Habitat: Malkuraks are typically found in the deep desert, where the toxic dust and ash are thickest. They are solitary creatures, fiercely defending their hunting grounds from other predators and scavengers. Their burrows are often located near the few sources of toxic water in the region, where they wait to ambush creatures seeking a drink.

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Sarkyl (Ash Stalker Wolf)

- Description: The Sarkyl is a corrupted wolf-like predator that roams the Barren Lands in small, ferocious packs. Standing about 4 feet at the shoulder, the Sarkyl has a gaunt, emaciated appearance, with matted, dusty fur that is grayish-brown in color. Its eyes glow a piercing red, allowing it to see clearly in the darkness and through the constant storms. The Sarkyl’s claws are long and sharp, adapted to digging through the sand and for gripping onto prey. Its teeth are equally deadly, with elongated canines that can rip through flesh and crush bone.

- Behavior: Sarkyls are highly intelligent pack hunters, using their numbers to take down much larger prey. They communicate with each other through a series of eerie howls and growls that can be heard echoing across the barren landscape. The Sarkyl’s howl is particularly terrifying to the Evorak, as it often signals an impending attack. When hunting, Sarkyls work together to drive their prey into traps or corners where escape is impossible.

- Habitat: Sarkyls prefer to roam the open plains and the edges of the Barren Lands, where they can easily follow prey. They are highly adaptable, able to survive on both live prey and carrion. Their dens are often hidden deep within rocky outcrops or caves, where they bring back food to feed their pack.

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Tserak (Bone Behemoth)

- Description: The Tserak is a massive, lumbering creature that stands over 15 feet tall and weighs several tons. It resembles a monstrous, corrupted version of a prehistoric dinosaur, with a thick, bony hide that is nearly impervious to damage. The Tserak’s skin is a dark, ashen gray, covered in jagged, bone-like protrusions that serve as both armor and weapons. Its head is adorned with a pair of massive, curved horns, and its eyes glow a dull red, burning with a slow, smoldering rage.

- Behavior: The Tserak is a territorial and aggressive creature, attacking anything that ventures too close to its territory. It uses its massive horns to charge and gore its enemies, and its thick, armored tail can deliver bone-crushing blows. Despite its size, the Tserak is surprisingly fast and agile, able to cover large distances quickly when pursuing prey or defending its territory.

- Habitat: The Tserak roams the open wastelands of the Barren Lands, where its size and strength make it a dominant predator. It is usually solitary, with each Tserak claiming a large area of land as its own. These creatures are particularly feared by the Evorak, as their size and strength make them almost impossible to kill.

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Vralok (Ash Wyrm)

- Description:*The Vralok is a massive, worm-like creature that burrows through the sands of the Barren Lands. It can grow up to 30 feet in length and has a thick, segmented body covered in a hard, scaly hide. The Vralok’s mouth is a circular maw lined with rows of razor-sharp teeth, capable of grinding through rock and bone alike. Its body is equipped with hundreds of tiny, clawed legs that allow it to move swiftly through the sand, leaving behind massive tunnels in its wake.

- Behavior: The Vralok is a relentless, blind predator that hunts by sensing vibrations in the ground. It can detect the movement of prey from miles away and will tunnel through the sand at incredible speeds to reach it. When it emerges from the ground, it does so with explosive force, swallowing its prey whole or dragging it down into its burrow. The Vralok is feared not only for its size and strength but also for its ability to cause sand and dust storms as it moves, making it a constant threat to the Evorak.

- Habitat: Vraloks are found in the deep deserts of the Barren Lands, where they carve out vast networks of tunnels beneath the sand. These tunnels can collapse unexpectedly, creating deadly traps for any creature that ventures too close. The Vralok is a solitary creature, with each individual maintaining a vast underground territory.

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Dralgar(Sand Kraken)

- Description: The Dralgar is a monstrous, cephalopod-like creature that lurks beneath the sands of the Barren Lands. Its body is large and bulbous, covered in rough, sand-colored skin that blends perfectly with its environment. The Dralgar’s most terrifying feature is its multitude of long, powerful tentacles, each lined with sharp, barbed suckers that can latch onto prey and drag it into the sand. Its eyes are small and beady, glowing faintly in the darkness, and its beak is powerful enough to crush stone.

- Behavior: The Dralgar is a patient, ambush predator, burying itself beneath the sand and waiting for prey to pass overhead. When it senses movement, it erupts from the ground, using its tentacles to ensnare its prey and drag it down into the sand, where it can be devoured at leisure. The Dralgar is highly territorial and will aggressively defend its hunting grounds from other predators, including other Dralgars.

- Habitat: The Dralgar is most commonly found in the deepest, most desolate parts of the Barren Lands, where the sand is thickest and the storms are most intense. Its burrows can stretch for miles, and it often uses these tunnels to move undetected from one hunting ground to another. The Evorak avoid areas known to be inhabited by Dralgars, as these creatures are nearly impossible to escape once they have begun their attack.

Shrykaran (Death Siren Bird)

- Description: The Shrykaran is a terrifying, flightless bird-like creature that stalks the Barren Lands. Standing about 6 feet tall, it has the robust build of a large predator, with powerful legs ending in sharp talons that can easily tear through flesh. Its body is covered in tattered, dusty feathers, the remnants of once-vibrant plumage now muted and dull. The Shrykaran's feathers are arranged in a fan-like display similar to a peacock's tail, but instead of bright colors, the feathers are covered in eerie, iridescent eyespots that seem to shimmer in the dark, causing disorientation and fear in those who gaze upon them.

- Head and Eyes: Its head resembles that of an owl, with large, forward-facing eyes that glow a menacing red in the dark. These eyes give it excellent night vision, allowing it to hunt effectively in the perpetual darkness of the Barren Lands. The Shrykaran's beak is hooked and powerful, designed to rip apart its prey with ease.

- Behavior: The Shrykaran is known as the "Death Siren" because of its haunting call, a mix of a hyena's cackle and an owl's eerie hoot. This sound is often the last thing an Evorak hears before the creature strikes. The Shrykaran uses its call to lure its prey into traps, mimicking the sound of other animals or even the voices of the Evorak to confuse and draw them closer. Once within range, it attacks with ferocity, using its talons and beak to incapacitate its victims.

- Habitat: The Shrykaran are pack hunters, roaming the darkest and most treacherous parts of the Barren Lands. It thrives in the sand and dust storms, its feathers providing protection against the harsh environment. Its ability to blend into the stormy backdrop makes it nearly invisible until it's too late.

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Gravvirek (Sand Scorpion)

- Description: The Gravvirek is a massive, predatory scorpion-like creature, with a body length of up to 12 feet. Its exoskeleton is heavily armored, covered in thick, chitinous plates that protect it from both the abrasive sandstorms and potential attackers. The Gravvirek’s color is a dull, sandy brown, allowing it to blend seamlessly into its environment. Its pincers are large and powerful, capable of crushing bone with ease, while its segmented tail ends in a venomous stinger that can deliver a paralyzing toxin.

- Behavior: The Gravvirek is an ambush predator, burying itself beneath the sand and waiting for prey to pass by. It uses its highly sensitive hairs to detect vibrations in the ground, alerting it to nearby movement. When prey is within reach, it erupts from the sand, using its pincers to grab and crush its victim before delivering a fatal sting.

- Habitat: Gravvireks are typically found in the deep desert regions of the Barren Lands, where the sandstorms are most intense. They are solitary creatures, fiercely territorial, and will attack anything that enters their domain, including other Gravvireks.

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Vorntusk (Ash Rhino)

- Description: The Vorntusk is a massive, lumbering beast resembling a corrupted rhino, with thick, leathery skin covered in ashen scales. Standing over 8 feet tall at the shoulder and weighing several tons, the Vorntusk is a formidable presence. Its most distinctive feature is its two massive, forward-curving tusks, which are used both for defense and to dig through the sand and ash in search of food. Its eyes are small, glowing a dull red, and are well-protected by bony ridges that shield them from the harsh environment.

- Behavior:Despite its size, the Vorntusk is an aggressive and dangerous creature, especially when provoked or defending its territory. It uses its tusks to charge at threats, gouging and trampling anything in its path. The Vorntusk feeds primarily on the tough, sparse vegetation that grows in the Barren Lands, using its tusks to uproot plants and dig for roots.

- Habitat: Vorntusks roam the open plains of the Barren Lands, where the ash and sandstorms are frequent. They are often solitary but can sometimes be found in small herds, particularly when food is scarce. Their thick skin and robust constitution make them one of the few large animals able to survive in this harsh environment.

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Skeltrich (Bone Serpent)

- Description: The Skeltrich is a serpentine creature that slithers through the Barren Lands, its body resembling a twisted mass of bones. Growing up to 20 feet in length, it has a skeletal appearance, with its skin pulled tight over its bones, giving it a gaunt, haunting look. The Skeltrich’s body is covered in jagged, bony protrusions that it uses to shred its prey, and its mouth is lined with rows of needle-like teeth.

- Behavior: The Skeltrich is a scavenger as well as a predator, feeding on the remains of other creatures left behind in the desolate landscape. It is highly sensitive to the smell of blood and can detect dying or dead creatures from miles away. When food is scarce, the Skeltrich becomes more aggressive, hunting down live prey with surprising speed and agility. It can coil around its victims, crushing them with its powerful body before tearing them apart with its sharp teeth and bony spines.

- Habitat: The Skeltrich prefers to dwell in the shadowy crevices and caves of the Barren Lands, emerging at night or during storms to hunt. Its skeletal appearance allows it to blend into the landscape, making it a silent and deadly threat to the unwary.

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Many of these animals would not survive into the modern Barren lands era but many would have descendants that evolved into the modern time. However some did manage to survive and now live among the modern Barren Lands Na'vi.

Plants of the Evorak Era

During the Evorak era, the environment was characterized by constant darkness, sand, and dust storms. Plants that thrived in such harsh conditions would need to be highly resilient and adapted to limited light and erratic moisture availability. Here are some plant types that might have existed during this time:

Dusk-Sprout:

- Description: Low-growing, resilient plant with a tough, waxy coating on its leaves to protect against sand and dust. Its leaves are dark green to grayish-blue, and it has a unique ability to absorb minimal light and convert it into energy through specialized pigments that work in low-light conditions.

- Adaptation: Can store water in its thick, fleshy roots, allowing it to survive long periods without rainfall.

Sandthorn:

- Description: A hardy shrub with thick, thorny branches and small, needle-like leaves. The Sandthorn has developed a deep root system to access groundwater and resist the constant shifting of sand. Its thorns help reduce water loss and protect it from herbivores.

- Adaptation: Produces a small, tough fruit that can remain viable even during prolonged droughts.

Dust-Bloom:

- Description:A ground-cover plant that forms dense mats of small, sand-colored flowers. It has evolved to capture and retain dust particles, using them to build a protective layer around its roots and stem. This helps reduce soil erosion and creates a microenvironment where it can thrive.

- Adaptation:Capable of photosynthesis at very low light levels and can quickly spread across the landscape.

Shadow Fern:

- Description:A fern-like plant with large, broad fronds that are adapted to capture and utilize even minimal light. Its fronds are coated with a fine, dust-repellent layer that protects it from sand and dust.

- Adaptation:Prefers areas shielded from direct sandstorms, often growing in depressions or sheltered spots.

Emberweed:

- Description:A small, resilient herb with bright orange or red leaves. It has evolved to absorb and store heat from the minimal sunlight it receives, helping it to stay warm and active even during cold periods.

- Adaptation: Can rapidly germinate and grow after sandstorms, taking advantage of brief periods of calm.

Gloom Moss:

-Description:A moss-like plant that thrives in low-light conditions and forms dense, velvety mats on rocks and boulders. Its structure helps trap and retain moisture, making it well-suited for the arid environment.

- Adaptation: Highly efficient at absorbing and holding onto any available moisture, and can survive extended periods of drought.

Storm-Cacti:

- Description:A cactus-like plant with thick, segmented stems that store water and nutrients. The outer surface is covered in a tough, sand-resistant coating, and it has small, sharp spines for protection.

- Adaptation: Can survive extreme temperature fluctuations and prolonged periods without water.

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These plants would have adapted to the Evorak's harsh environment, providing necessary resources and contributing to the fragile ecosystem during the era of darkness and constant sandstorms. They will be modern versions to these plants in the now modern Barren lands.

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lilyemberxiv · 6 months ago

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What's in Lily's Dawntrail Bag?

Bold what they always have on them, italicize what they sometimes carry and strike out for never!

‣ BAG

‣ WEAPONS

‣ APPAREL

‣ HEALTH + MAGIC

‣ STEALTH

‣ TOOLS

‣ PROVISIONS

‣ PERSONAL

#meme #Lily #She's also making sure Kaz's bag is well packed

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p5x-theories · 1 year ago

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So what are your thoughts on the designs of all of the new Thieves?

Oh boy, my thoughts on them? This'll get long, so I'll put it under a cut to spare everyone my rambling haha.

The TLDR is that I like all their designs! I would change some things about most of them, but I do like them as-is, and I don't consider any of the designs objectively, completely, bad.

As a disclaimer, I'm only going to comment on what they are, as opposed to what they aren't- for instance, I'm not going to say "oh, I wish [thief]'s theme was actually this instead" or "they should've completely changed [thief]'s color palette"- because I think doing that would be kind of unfair. Just sharing my thoughts on what's actually going on in the design, I'm not going about this from the approach of what I would've done if I were designing a given character's thief outfit from scratch!

(At most, maybe sometimes suggesting an alternate style of clothing for a particular aspect of their outfit, or an adjustment to a pattern, if I think it'd fit the theme the designers seemed to be going for better.)

Starting out with Wonder!

Overall I like his outfit. It feels similar to Joker's, which makes sense given he's sort of the "new" Joker of P5X, but other than maybe the the way his jacket splits into three pieces, it feels distinct from him, too. I think my favorite parts are the mask, the really high collar on his jacket, and the red glove fingers- they really stand out as unique to him in my brain, which is especially important for the mask to do, since it's literally his Persona, haha.

I sort of waver on whether or not I like the shoes- they have a distinct shape to them, but it's also just a little weird and blocky? I dunno, but I do think how ridiculously high up his leg they go is a fun detail.

I think the thing that bugs me the most about his outfit is the belts- specifically, the shade of brown they used. I think it should be either more or less saturated? It's in a weird middle state where it looks too brown to go with the rest of the black/greys in his outfit, but not brown (/red-brown) enough to look like it belongs with his gloves and mask instead. I also don't love the belts, like, framing his lower pelvis?? It seems sort of out of place to just have extra ones there, on top of the weird color, and nowhere else. I guess maybe they're supposed to be holding his jacket/armor onto him sort of like the strap under his armpit seems to be, but I just... I dunno, it feels like there should either be even more belts, or just the one around his waist. Go big or go home, I guess?

Closer!

I'm admittedly not usually a fan of yellow, but I think she actually makes it work! Or maybe I'm just biased because I like her as a character, haha. Either way, it gets a pass.

I like the clear reference to the iconic outfit from Kill Bill without it feeling like a complete ripoff? With the yellow, black stripes, and her weapon, I don't think there's any way it's just a coincidence, but it also feels like they built it into its own thing. Also, the hood is so cute, just a little silly, and easily my favorite part of the outfit. It's very distinctly-shaped, which I think makes up for the fact that her mask isn't all that interesting besides being red. The outfit overall just feels very athletic, while being a bit mischievous, which is fitting for Motoha!

Once again I do have the complaint that the pouch on her arm is sort of a weird unnecessary extra brown, but I think on her it does blend a little better. I'd maybe have spread the brown around to some more details on her outfit so it stands out a little less, but I think the shade it is could work if there was just more of it? Similarly, though, the aglets on her hood's drawstrings being the only other red bit on her outfit is sort of weird. I kind of think it would've worked better if her mask was actually the only red thing?

Cattle!

Honestly, his design has grown on me since we first saw it. His feather tuft/earlike things poking through the hood, I think, really tie it together for me? He feels like an owl, but not exactly like he's just an owl- sort of like if an owl was a little kid, who also was familiar with the cognitive world and techniques for beating up + robbing people in it, haha.

His face is a liiiiiiiittle weird, and it sort of bothers me from an in-universe-mechanics standpoint that he doesn't actually wear his goggles, but I don't think it ruins the design or anything. Maybe if he just put the goggles on occasionally, or something...

I think my favorite aspect of his design besides the feather tuft things (sorry, I don't know the proper name for those, heh) is his silly sleeve wings. He looks so serious in expression, and overall he comes across as probably the member of the story team that's got the best idea of what's going on most of the time, but he does also still look like their little mascot, too. It's a good balance!

Soy!

I'll admit, his hat + bandana look initially set the bar pretty high in my mind for his full outfit, haha. I LOVE the silly cowboy hat that makes him look just a little like a witch, and the bandana + lower pants + boots really bring the cowboy vibe home. The two strips of fabric that trail behind him kinda like a scarf are also fun. The arm bracers and the belt are just a little odd, but nothing I really have a problem with, and the bracers actually contribute to that slight fantasy magic-user vibe that I'm not sure completely makes sense but I enjoy anyway. The mask's nothing I'm super attached to, but I think it works fine.

It's just... the chest armor, for me, I think? It feels so out of place for the rest of the outfit, because it doesn't really go for cowboy or magic-user. I guess maybe they could've wanted the sort of impression almost like he's... idk, shirtless?? But it really just starts to look to me like someone saw a superhero's super suit and slapped a pair of pants, hat, and bandana on it. I really want to like his outfit, but the chest armor kind of ruins what it's going for in my mind. Something more traditionally cowboy, like a button up shirt, or something that leans into what (I think) it's really supposed to be, like bigger plates of armor rather than replicating the muscles underneath, would probably have looked more like it belonged on him?

Mont!

I enjoy her outfit's vibe, though I don't think it quite ranks as a favorite for me. There's sort of a vague soldier element to it, but it's still very much within the realm of what I could imagine a more noble (perhaps ice-skating) sort of thief wearing? I really like the puffy sleeves especially, I think those + her collar are my favorite parts.

I sort of wish her shorts were just a little more poofy, to mirror her sleeves just a little better, but I'm also not sure how good that would actually look, so I guess that one gets a pass. She does also fall into that recurring theme of "why are the straps on her arms the only brown in her outfit?", but since her whole outfit's so bright compared to the dark bits, it's at least less noticeable.

Her sort of socks (?) boots (?) whatever that situation is extending past the boot cuffs, or whatever you call those, does bother me a bit. Since it's the exact same shade of white, it sort of looks like the boots just... keep going past where they stop...? Some kind of adjustment there so my brain doesn't keep trying to continue her boots past where I think they stop would've been nice, maybe changing the color a little + turning them into full tights or something. The other thing that bugs me a bit is that her mask is silver, but most of the rest of the metal on her outfit is gold?? I'm going to be honest, I think her mask should've been gold too, or at least that all the gold should've been a matching silver instead. A gold mask would help the mask pop out from her silvery white hair better, which is why I'm inclined to lean that direction?

Seiji!

His outfit's another one that I enjoy. I think overall, it keeps a pretty cohesive theme, too, which really makes it work! The vibe of it very much fits the vibe he gives off, while also feeling suited for a revolutionary (if not exactly thief) that might be fighting as part of the team to change the world around them.

I don't really have a lot to say about it, tbh, but the blue gloves are maybe just a little too blue, haha? Putting aside the fact that it's a sort of strange color choice for him anyway as a wind teammate with a predominantly gold/orange Persona... while I love a pop of color, the extreme saturation of the gloves (especially in the above art) compared to the rest of his outfit, mask, and hair makes the high-saturation blue feel slightly aggressive, haha.

Yuki!

I'm a big fan of her outfit's whole vibe, honestly! The really dramatic collar on the cape is easily my favorite part, and probably one of my favorite details on any of the P5X teammates' outfits, hehe. I'm a sucker for that kind of design element. Also not immediately visible in this particular image, the spade-shaped brooch is a neat little touch? The mask, the sleeves, the vest, the top of the pants... there's something interesting with Yuki's outfit where her vibe sort of feels like it brings her, Seiji, and Mont's outfits together as a trio, haha, even if I'm not really sure whether they're meant to be outside of the fact that we were introduced to them (outside the game) at the same time.

While I love the armored boots and very pointed heels + toes of them, I'll admit that the thigh-high metal feels a bit incongruous with the rest of her outfit. I feel like it would've been SUCH a simple fix to just make her shorts into pants, and have them extend maybe a little past her knees over the boots, and otherwise leave everything the same, and that would've kept the thematic momentum that the upper half of her design has? As much as thigh-high boots can be a look, I think the abrupt, large amount of metal is sort of out of place. Which, on that note, I think metal gloves/gauntlets would've helped with that too/instead? I'm sort of neutral on the gloves she has now, but I think making them partially or totally metal would've balanced that out more.

Leo!

Oh, I wanted to like Leo's outfit so badly. You have no idea. I'm SUCH a big fan of superheroes (not the MCU, though, I have taste, haha).

And I don't hate it. It immediately makes people think of things like Power Rangers and Kamen Rider, so it gets the job done, certainly. It... just... feels a little all over the place?? The mask feels like it belongs in a different outfit than the cape and torso, which don't really go with the belt, which doesn't really go with the lower half of his outfit, which doesn't really go with the thigh highs, which don't really go with the kneepads, which don't really go with the lower arm/glove situation. I think his outfit's almost there in a lot of respects, it just... maybe needed another pass or two on the drawing board, hah?

The mask has a very sci-fi feel to it, and I feel like if they'd carried that vaguely circuitboard vibe through the outfit more that could've worked. I think if the belt's center was instead blue, or maybe even orange, that would've helped it feel more like it belongs here? I think he should've had elbow pads if he's going to have kneepads, because otherwise they're sort of a strange, solitary armor element, or just cut the kneepads entirely (but I do like them, tbh). I think if the right upper arm is yellow, then maybe the left lower leg should've been yellow, or in general if they pushed the asymmetry more than just the mask, that yellow patch, and the yellow + orange stripes on his chest? Maybe if his boots and gloves were both a more like the Feathermen uniform's style of boots + gloves, it could contribute to his theme more while also differentiating him from the very prevalent pattern of nearly all the thieves having some kind of sleeve/cuff separating the gloves from the rest of the outfit at the wrist (and also the prevalent, though less so, pattern of thigh highs in P5X)...

Augh, I feel bad that I'm tearing into his outfit so much, but I think it's because I really, really wanted to like it, and I just can't quite bring myself to. I genuinely don't hate it, I just look at it and it feels like a bunch of threads that never got woven together into a coherent sweater, haha.

Rin!

Oh, I love her outfit, honestly. The poofy shorts, the mask, the entire top, the cohesive color scheme... I'm not sure I even have any notes! They really knocked it out of the park with her, in my opinion.

I suppose if I had to nitpick anything, the red fingers on her gloves do sort of encroach onto Wonder's outfit territory just slightly, but I think she gets away with it because the rest of her outfit's so different, and she has a lot more red on her anyway, so there's less attention drawn to it on her than on him.

Kotomo!

Ohhhhhh I'm so biased because I'm a fan of her anyway, but I love her thief outfit. It feels so medieval archer, but it's also very cute, which fits the impression I've gotten of her so far. The hat? The sleeves? The ENDS of the sleeves? The ankle boots with the steel toes? Man, it's so hard to pick a favorite detail.

I have to say, they really did have to get the thigh high aspect in there again, though, haha. It's not the end of the world, but I think the material they rendered it as, itself, is actually what draws my attention to them in a less positive light? They seem sort of more rubbery, or at least a leathery in a different kind of way, than anything else she's wearing, and it's a little odd in a way I don't love. I also think they could've stylized the armor plates around her waist- which I love in theory- a bit more so they match the more intricate feel of the metal on her mask, shoulders, boots, and even swords? Which is a little bit of a nitpick, but whatever, it's genuinely one of my favorite outfits anyway, haha.

She does definitely remind me of Noir's outfit a bit, but I think their vibes are so distinct that it's really only because they both have hats and a similar purple-pink color scheme.

Okyann!

I'm not going to speak too much about how her skintone darkens as a thief, because I don't think it's really my place (and I do understand why the designers did that, because it's considered part of the gyaru look), but I'd also feel weird not acknowledging it at all when we're talking about their designs, so. Uh. Yeah.

That aside, for one, I love that her hairstyle completely changes as a thief. This style not only immediately leaves an impression, but also really differentiates her from her real-world appearance to the point where I still think it's funny I never even suspected that the woman visibly holding her phone in the exact same way in one of the stickers released beforehand could possibly be Okyann until we got it confirmed in-game. I think the yellow mask and gloves are also a really good pop of color that draws attention without being overpowering compared to the fact that the rest of the outfit is largely darker in color.

I do think her outfit itself could be a bit more gyaru to fit her demeanor change? Some more rhinestone detailing (like her phone has), or something like that, could really go a long way. Admittedly I'm a bit neutral on her outfit overall- I think I like the concept behind it (/her as a thief in general) a bit more than the actual execution, but that might just come down to my personal taste more than anything objectively "wrong" with her outfit, haha.

And last but certainly not least, Kii!

I'll admit- another one I'm very biased towards because I like him as a character so far and I think conceptually, him being a Phantom Idol is hilarious (as the Phantom Thieves do, quite arguably, utilize psychic powers in the form of Personas. So he does have psychic powers. But only an alternate, cognitive version of him that the real him doesn't know exists). And also he's exorcist-themed. I'm just so entertained by the fact that he exists in the first place, haha!

Anyway, as for the design, I really like that his outfit is balanced more towards white, but isn't so predominantly white that you'd just call it a white outfit, like Mont's or Crow's. I really like the sneaky pops of (bright, but not overpowering) orange, which keep it from feeling too monochrome, and go well with the gold/maybe brass details. I'll be honest- I also just really like the style of his pants and shoes, haha, and I think it's a nice change of pace that his shoes are even a nicer, almost dress shoe sort of style, even if it's... maybe not the most typically practical for combat. The white... strap? Things? That hook over his shoulders are also fun, and probably the thing that most gives me a sort of exorcist vibe from his outfit.

His outfit does feel the least conceptually obvious to me, besides maybe Wonder's, though. I'm really not sure if that's just me- someone else did successfully predict his theme- and I do enjoy his outfit overall, so maybe I just missed it? It feels cohesive as a look, I guess just not as an outfit that immediately reads as "exorcist"... again, at least to me, since I may not be the majority there!

Aaaaaaand with that, I think that's everyone so far? Wow, that really did end up being a long post. I guess that's what you get for asking someone with an art degree (who enjoys character design, even!) about character designs, heh. Hope that was entertaining for you to read? I actually had more fun typing this out than I thought I would!

#not putting this under any character tags because that's a lot of tags and also it doesn't really feel relevant enough haha #anonymous #originally I put two of every thief image side by side so they'd display smaller and the post wouldn't be as long but WOW tumblr ruined tha #so I guess they'll just be big. sorry guys

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years ago

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Perwaine kids info:

BASICS:

Full name: Gingalain Everard Jones-Armstrong.

House: Jones-Armstrong.

Age: 11 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The 1st born, the 1st born son, Squire of Camelot, Sir Everard, Sir Le Bel Inconnu, The Fair Unknown, and Sir Everard Jones.

Occupation: Knight of Camelot.

Known as: Ging, Gin, Gingy, 'galain, 'lain, Ever, Everard, Rard, Eve, Ev, 'Ard, Erard, Jones-Armstrong, Jones, Armstrong, G.E, G.E.J, G.j, Little G, G, Gwaine Jr., and Le Bel Inconnu.

Known for: Being a knight of Camelot and a Prince Consort.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: Dark blue clogs with Grey breeches, a dark blue sheathed belt, a Grey tunic, and a dark blue vest.

Weapons/Equipment: A dark blue handled, Silver Caliburn.

Extra accessories: A dark Blue and Grey cap alongside a silver sword necklace.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Spheksophobia, mysophobia, Catagelophobia, Agoraphobia, and Foniasophobia.

Dreams: He wants to be a knight, professional jouster, Bard, or Jester.

Likes: Jousting, climbing things, cracking jokes, swimming, sword-fighting, dragonback riding, horseback riding, racing, playing cards, pulling pranks, stealing from the kitchens, exploring, listening to music, acting, hunting, archery, hammer-throwing, and wrestling.

Dislikes: His friends and family (especially Dragonet) in danger, being made fun of, assisnation attempts, corrupt kings, wars, classist people, people abusing their power, etc.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Grey and Dark Blue.

Favorite Food: Apple pie.

Favorite Drink: Apple Cider.

Favorite Animal: Dragon.

Favorite Season: Winter.

Favorite Weapon: Caliburn.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Helior, Stephanie, Dragonet, Artie, Menw, Tom Thumb, Penpingion, Taliesin, Cerdan Jr., Mabon, Hélie, Esmerée the Fair, Thitis, Galeholt, etc.

Parents: Sir Percival Armstrong and Sir Gwaine Jones.

Siblings: Constance Jones-Armstrong and Lohengrin Jones-Armstrong.

Love Interest: Pucelle aux Blanches.

Children: None.

Animal companion: A horse named 'Florence.'

HISTORY:

Childhood: Gingalain Everard Jones-Armstrong was born not long before Dragonet and Prince Artie were born, in Camelot and spent most of his youth pulling pranks, stealing from the kitchens, and exploring every inch of the castle and forest he could manage. Always managing to stumble his way in and out of trouble, dragging all of his friends along for the ride and charming everyone he comes across.

He also goes by Everard from a young age.

Life: In his adult life, Everard goes on to be a knight and goes on various quests—catching the eye of many a maiden via his jokes, songs, and heroics. Eventually he manages to talk his way out of marrying the newly crowned queen of Wales who he had previously saved, Esmerée the Fair, (who Arthur tried to set him up with) and instead ends up marrying an enchantress named Pucelle aux Blanches.

Death: He died in battle alongside his brother, Lohengrin, and his horse, Florence.

Quote: "Fight for what you love and don't regret it."

Theme Song: "Life of a Bard."

BASICS:

Full name: Constance Camilla Jones-Armstrong.

House: Jones-Armstrong.

Age: 5 years old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: Lady Constance, Lady of Camelot, The Middle Child, Constance the Brave, and the lone daughter.

Occupation: Rat Trapper and Bear-Ward.

Known as: Con, Connie, Stance, Stan, Scrawny Connie, Connie-Pillar, Connie-ameleon, the bear wrangler, the rat snatcher, and Connie Cat.

Known for: Pulling Pranks, throwing great parties, catching rats, picking apples, and owning a performing bear in a traveling circus.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: A hooded, lavender bliaut dress with a red ribbon and matching red boots with hidden pockets.

Weapons/Equipment: A dirk with a lavender handle (which she hides in her long boots).

Extra accessories: A red and lavender drawstring pouch.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Outliving everyone she loves, her bears turning on her, her bears in danger, going dark, being abandoned, dying young, being betrayed, being forgotten, evil sorcerers, wolves, bobcats, coyotes, mountain lions, and being cursed.

Dreams: She wants to be a brave adventurer/explorer, a rat trapper, and a bear-ward.

Likes: Pulling Pranks, Dancing, Sneaking out, playing with her toys, Training animals, sword fighting, making traps, horseback riding, racing, playing cards, stealing from the kitchens, exploring, listening to music, acting, cooking, throwing parties, having tea parties, playing dress up, sewing, and apple picking.

Dislikes: Sexist people, Classist people, people abusing their power, assisnation attempts, corrupt kings, wars, those she cares about in danger, her animals in danger, being told what to do, being betrayed, vegetables, and being lied to.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Lavender, Blue, and Red.

Favorite Food: Apple pie.

Favorite Drink: Apple Cider.

Favorite Animal: Bear.

Favorite Season: Summer.

Favorite Weapon: Dirk.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Stephanie, Hilde, Thitis, etc.

Siblings: Gingalain Jones-Armstrong and Lohengrin Jones-Armstrong.

Parents: Sir Percival Armstrong and Sir Gwaine Jones.

Love Interest: None yet.

Children: None yet.

Animal companion: None yet.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Constance Camilla Jones-Armstrong was born in Camelot a year after Hilde Pendragon and grew up alongside her as her bestfriend. Pulling pranks, stealing from the kitchens, and exploring the unknown with her friends by her side.

Life: In her adult life, Constance goes on to join the circus and becomes a bear-ward. Loving her job very much.

Death: Has not yet happened.

Quote: "A life without fun sounds like a life wasted to me."

Theme Song: "Everybody loves me."

BASICS:

Full name: Lohengrin Humphrey Jones-Armstrong.

House: Jones-Armstrong.

Age: 9 months old.

Birth place: Camelot.

Current location: Camelot.

Titles: The youngest, the 2nd Born son, The Swan Knight, the Grail knight, and Sir Lohengrin.

Occupation: Knight of the round table.

Known as: Grin, Lohen, Loh, Hen, and Sir Grin.

Known for: Being a grail and Swan knight, and marrying a duchess.

ATTIRE:

General outfit: A cloth diaper and a blue baby tunic with a matching Bonnet and baby shoes.

Weapons/Equipment: None.

Extra accessories: None.

PERSONALITY:

Fears: Loud noises and strangers.

Dreams: None.

Likes: Watching colorful things, sleeping, toys, listening to music, being read to, mock sword fights, magic, and popping bubbles.

Dislikes: Loud noises, his family upset, not being able to find his stuffed horse, and people not sharing food with him.

FAVORITES:

Favorite Color: Orange, white, or blue.

Favorite Food: Banana slices.

Favorite Drink: Milk.

Favorite Animal: Horse.

Favorite Season: Fall.

Favorite Weapon: Sword.

RELATIONSHIPS:

Friends: Dragonet, Stephanie, Gottfried, and the Pendragon siblings.

Parents: Sir Percival Armstrong and Sir Gwaine Jones.

Siblings: Gingalain Jones-Armstrong and Constance Jones-Armstrong.

Love Interest: Elsa (in the future).

Children: None yet.

Animal companion: None yet.

HISTORY:

Childhood: Lohengrin Humphrey Jones-Armstron was abandoned as a baby and found by Percival, who found him and brought him back to Camelot before adopting him. His 9 months of life have been great ever since.

Life: In his adult life, he'll become a knight. Then he'll go on several quests, save a duchess, and marry her before going to help his brother in battle.

Death: Eventually dies in battle alongside his brother.

Quote: "Ma-gic!"

Theme Song: "I'm a Knight."

I know that in legends, Gingalain, didn't marry Pucelle aux Blanches Mains but seeing as he planned to before eventually marrying Esmerée (which was implied to be for political reasons rather than out of love) I decided that in my Merlin fanfic, he could marry who he wanted instead (since I can't really picture the Arthur of the Merlin BBC forcing Gwaine's son to marry someone for political reasons since he didn't like when his father did the same for him.

#based on arthurian legend loosely #merlin bbc #merlin #the adventures of merlin #bbc merlin #merlin gwaine #gwaine merlin #perwaine #percival x gwaine #gwaine x percival #sir gwaine #sir percival #merlin next generation #merlin next gen #original characters #etc

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theavengerfairy · 2 years ago

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Tales of a Wildflower: A Wildflower in the Woods (Pt. 1)

"Remind me why we have to forage food again?" Scanlan griped as he stumbled over the umpteenth gnarled tree root in his path, arms waving wildly as he struggled to regain his balance before he could faceplant into the softish but still entirely unappealing dirt below.

Vax'ildan shot Pike an exasperated look, "Remind me again why we didn't just leave him back at the camp with Grog?"

"Because the last time those two were put in charge of the campsite, they managed to light everything on fire—including the nearby pond." Though she tried her best to mask her own annoyance, some of it still crept through in Pike's voice as she carefully surveyed their surroundings for anything that looked edible.

"Riiiight, I remember now." Vax muttered, his eyes briefly flitting up to the leafy canopy overhead as he silently cursed his sister for snagging Percy and Keyleth for her foraging party. "Still don't know how they managed that."

"Well as much as I would love to share the story, what happened that night stays in that night." A cheeky grin stretched across Scanlan's face, but a moment later, it had already disappeared as he resumed his rant, "Seriously though, I know we're broke and all, but why do we have to go scrounging through the forest for some grub? Can't Keyleth just use a berry-growing spell or something like that-"

Scanlan's words dissolved into an incomprehensible yelp as Vax lunged at him without warning, grasping the gnome by the ankle just as he was lowering his foot.

"Keyleth learning a berry-growing spell later doesn't help us now, so why don't you shut your trap and start paying a bit more attention to your surroundings?" As he spoke, the rogue glanced up briefly at the bard's face before shifting his attention back to the small bag that sat innocently on the ground in the shadowy cover of the gnome's still hovering foot and a nearby bush. His free hand already at his belt, Vax'ildan unsheathed one of his daggers and cautiously prodded the small drawstring pouch with the very tip of the blade, his tensed muscles already buzzing with building energy that would send him flying backwards faster than one of Percy's bullets if the need presented itself. However, as the point of the dagger probed the bag, it only emitted a soft, crisp clinking sound as its contents shifted about.

In that moment, Scanlan's entire face lit up brighter than the morning sun, and Pike could've sworn she saw a tear welling in the corner of his eye.

"I know that sound! Oh and what a sweet, beautiful sound it is!" the bard sang with pure elation, his hand already reaching for the coin purse. "Forget nuts and berries! Tonight, we eat like kings-"

Acting again with inhuman swiftness, Vax flipped his dagger around before slamming the hilt against the back of Scanlan's hand, prompting the gnome to yelp again as he sharply withdrew it after pulling his foot free from the rogue's grip.

"Use your head a little, Scanlan." he chided, shrugging off the glare the bard shot at him. "A bag of coin just sitting in the middle of the woods? This has 'trap' written all over it."

"And even if it's just a purse, it's not ours to take." Pike cut in pointedly, giving both of her party members a stern look. "Someone probably lost it while traveling through here; they might be looking for it right now."

"Oooor-" Scanlan cut in with a singsong tone, "-and just go with me on this, you both are overthinking things and not seeing this for what it actually is."

Vax'ildan raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Oh really? Perhaps you would care to enlighten us then?"

"Why, it's a blessing from the gods above, of course!" the bard trilled, gesturing showily to the sky as he lifted a beaming face of superficial adoration to the heavens above. "I mean, think about it. Anybody could've found this pouch out here, but who discovered it? Hungry, battered and bruised, down-on-our-luck us. I'd say we've earned a little charity, and whoever this pouch used to belong to has learned a valuable lesson today about keeping better track of their belongings."

Her arms folding over her armored chest, Pike continued to frown at the little bag while trying to ignore the dull aching in her stomach. "It still feels wrong to just take it without even trying to return it first."

Also still eying the pouch with an air of suspicion, Vax cautiously prodded it a few more times with the tip of his dagger, achieving the same results as before. "Our chances at finding the owner are very slim though, and if we don't take it, someone else surely will."

The rogue lifted his gaze to meet the cleric's, carefully deciphering the mixture of emotions that swirled in her pale blue eyes until she turned her head from him. This hesitation and guilt went deeper than pocketing funds that weren't inherently their own, but judging by her demeanor, she was not yet comfortable with broaching this greater dilemma just yet. He could understand and respect that. Even so, they ultimately still had a choice to make, and he had a feeling that if they didn't decide soon as a group, Scanlan would make the decision for them.

"Pickle, this isn't going to do anyone any good just sitting out here in the dirt." the rogue crooned gently, tilting his head slightly to one side as he tried to catch Pike's eye once more, "We could put it to good use. There's still a dragon we promised to fight, and facing it with empty bellies and low spirits won't do us any favors."

Though she didn't want to admit it, Pike knew he was right, and after a lengthy pause, the quiet sigh that slipped from her lips as her arms dropped back to her sides told her companions that she had relented. Grinning from ear to pointed ear, Scanlan hastily snatched up the coin purse and gave it a little shake so the sweet singing of the clanking coins could grace his ears once more.

"Now, lets see what we're working with here-"

Hardly had Scanlan's fingers brushed along the leather cord sealing the little bag when a deafening crash like thunder pounded against the group's ears, the earth shuddering ever so slightly beneath their feet. Fear stealing through each of their hearts as their minds were flooded with fleeting images of muted blue scales and gleaming white fangs that could easily bite any of them in half, Vax'ildan instinctively grabbed hold of both gnomes and darted beneath a small overhang tucked against a slope not too far from them, seemingly a den long since abandoned by whatever had created it. Peeking his head out only as far as was necessary in order to get a clear view, the rogue carefully scoured the sky for even the faintest hint of a foreboding shadow, but not even a stray stormcloud flitted across his vision as the pockets of light blue winked at him through the leafy canopy overhead.

"I don't see anything-"

At that moment, another booming rumble, louder than the first, pulsed through the air accompanied by a stronger tremor that sent a little cloud of loose dirt raining down on the three adventurers from the little hollow's ceiling. Vax swiftly ducked his head back beneath the overhang as Pike tightly gripped her holy symbol, muttering a silent prayer under her breath.

"Okay, that was definitely closer this time! What do we do?!" Scanlan whispered while pressing his back as flat as he could against the dirt wall behind him.

Pike nervously massaged her holy symbol between her thumb and forefinger, yearning for a hint of warmth or some other sign that her goddess had heard her. "Maybe it's something other than the dragon?"

"With our luck? Yeah right." Scanlan grumbled.

"Both of you, pipe down!" Vax hissed, still lurking along the edge of the little hollow as he strained to listen. Though the dull ringing from the thunder created some interference, his ears eventually detected the rustling of leaves combined with the shallow, rapid panting of something moving quickly in their direction. From what he could tell, the source was hardly large enough to be a dragon. Could it be someone else was out there with whatever had made that noise? What if it was one of their friends? What if it was Vex?

As the snapping of disturbed underbrush rang out from just beyond the mouth of the overhang and a vaguely humanoid shape darted into view, Vax sprang forward and clamped down on their wrist without a second thought, urged forward by the dribbles of icy fear that had leaked into his veins. However, rather than familiar hazel eyes, he found himself gazing into wide, pale blue ones framed by thick, dark brown bangs and the embroidered edge of a dark gray hood. At first, fright danced across the woman's face as she was jerked back towards him, but after a split second, a small spark of fire managed to shine through. As she raised her free hand, faint wisps of pale bluish silver light curled and weaved around her fingers before coalescing into bolts of crackling turquoise energy in her palm, which she slammed into the rogue's chest before he could react. Grunting in surprise and pain as the pulse of lightning coursed through him, Vax's grip on the woman slackened, enabling her to wrench free as he fell back. Not even sparing a glance behind her, she whirled around on her heels ready to sprint off, but she had barely taken a few steps before Scanlan's dulcet voice pierced the air.

"Hey, where you think you're going, baby?" he belted, magical energy dancing around his own fingertips now. "Scanlan's Hand!"

In a flash of brilliant purplish light, the phantasmal hand materialized directly in the woman's path, leading her to barrel right into its grasp. Large, translucent fingers curling snugly around her, the woman squirmed and writhed to no avail as she was raised aloft, her feet flailing helplessly a couple feet above the forest floor.

"...Well, this is a shocking new development." Scanlan chirped, earning himself a sharp jab in the ribs courtesy of Pike's elbow.

A long, pained groan slipped from Vax's lips as he slowly staggered back to his feet, his body and the air around him still buzzing with residual electricity. Shifting his attention to his attacker, he observed the ornate staff she had accidentally dropped upon being snatched up by Scanlan before trailing his gaze up her form, making note of the sheathed dagger strapped to her thigh and the medium-sized satchel hanging at her side. Upon reaching her face, he could practically picture the gears of her mind turning as he watched her eyes dart about, analyzing as much as she could while she tried to calculate some solution for her current situation. However, the minute he reached for her staff, her attention snapped in his direction, icy blue eyes now fixed unwaveringly on him and him alone.

"Before you try anything else-" Vax stated just as the woman's lips parted, tongue already poised to spin another spell, "-keep in mind that there's three of us and only one of you."

"Is that supposed to frighten me? I'm not scared of you." she hissed in reply, the slight quiver of her voice undermining her words somewhat. "I won't let you drag me back there!"

Pike's brow furrowed. "What are you talking about?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna go out on a limb here and say there's been some kind of misunderstanding." Scanlan remarked.

"You were waiting in the shadows and tried to grab me! What's there to misunderstand?" the woman fired back, still straining against the vice-like grip of the massive magical hand to no avail.

Scanlan shot a glance in Vax's direction. "...Okay, she kinda has a fair point."

Vax was about to reply, but the words on his lips vanished as the crackling of more disturbed underbrush somehow managed to overpower the faint ringing that still echoed in his ears. The slight shift in his expression was all the indication that the woman needed, and as those familiar silvery wisps of light danced across her fingers once more, Scanlan's spell combusted at the flicking of her wrist. The second her heels hit the soft earth after a brief freefall, she dove for her staff, but before the straining fingers of her outstretched hand could caress the cool metal of the shaft, a long, slender blur stole across her vision and a stinging pain shot through her palm. Yanking her hand back to tuck it protectively against her chest, she stared warily at the arrow that had just sliced a deep gash into the curve of her thumb and forefinger. Had its trajectory been even slightly off, it would've either pierced clean through the back of her hand or missed completely. The arrowhead just nicking her wasn't mere coincidence or luck; it was a warning.

Not a second later, two more blurs tore through the air, a pained yelp springing from Scanlan as one of the arrows struck his shoulder while the other slashed at the back of Vax's knee. All eyes snapped in the general direction from which the projectiles had come, and after carefully scouring the foliage, they spotted their assailant tucked up in a tree. The aarakocra archer already had another arrow nocked and trained on the woman, his golden eyes locked on her in an unblinking stare. Even more troubling, however, was the fact that he was not alone on the branch. On his left crouched a halfling while a kenku loomed on his right, both of which were also watching the group very closely.

Glimpsing some movement in his peripheral vision, Vax lowered his gaze to the space just beneath the tree and found multiple pairs of eyes staring back at him. He noticed the hulking minotaur first, followed by a half-orc, a human, and finally an elf. Seeming to gather than they had been spotted, the elf smirked and took a few steps forward with his comrades following not far behind, catching the attention of Pike, Scanlan, and the woman. At the sight of them, the girl's expression immediately hardened and her eyes darted briefly to her staff again, her mind racing.

"Hey guys, I think I know why Sparky here was running." Scanlan called out, wincing from the pain in his shoulder as he shifted his hand to hover over the strings of his lute again before adding, "Man, our luck really fricking sucks."

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