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catladyoftheyr · 5 months ago

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Too Sweet Ch 5

Ch 1 ~ Ch 2 ~ Ch 3 ~ Ch 4~

Harvey x gn reader

Summary: you get a letter from Harvey inviting you to join him at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. You sit together and share a bottle of wine as you watch the jellyfish.

Tw: alcohol mention, drinking, tipsy but not drunk

A/n: I headcanon that he had Elliot help him write the letter bc he was nervous. And now after this chapter you’re both in that weird “what are we” space 😈😩

Word count: 2.2 k (this got out of hand whoops)

It felt like your first summer in the Valley had come to pass far too quickly. The air had a light chill to it and the leaves were showing the first signs of changing colors. You pulled the covers around you when you slid out of bed, your makeshift cape dragging across the floor as you flipped through the channels on the tv. The man on the screen was warning that summer crops would start to die soon, and that now was a great time to start thinking about crops for the harvest season. You’d already bid a sad farewell to your tomatoes and blueberries, and made a note to get pumpkin seeds from Pierre. You changed the channel and a full figured woman informed the audience on the proper way to make an omelet, boasting about a secret technique that guaranteed success.

Your stomach rumbled as if making a formal request. You rummaged through the fridge for eggs and milk. You gave the ingredients a thorough whisk before adding them to the pan. You diligently followed along as the woman on screen instructed the correct way to flip and fold the eggs. You added cheese and slid your work onto a plate. You’d never been much of a cook and the food was slightly misshapen. A cautious first bite proved it more than edible, tasting much better than it looked. You dug in eagerly and flipped to the weather channel.

The man pointed to different temperatures behind him and droned on about a cold front coming in this week. Your finger hovered over the power button when he declared that the evening temperature would be pleasantly warm, perfect for the moonlight jelly festival in Pelican Town. Your curiosity peaked, imagining the possibilities of what it could entail. You’d heard folks in town talking about a jellyfish migration, but didn’t know any of the details.

You opened your door and noticed the flag was raised on the mailbox. You opened the flap and thumbed through the stack of envelopes. Even in the countryside junk mail followed you, glossy ads from JojaMart boasting slashed prices and random goods. Even Pierre shelled out for printed coupons in an attempt to compete. A letter from Mayor Lewis invited you to join the townsfolk at the beach tonight for the festival. The bundle of mail hovered over the recycle bin when you were caught off guard by your cat weaving between your legs. You sighed as the papers fell from your hand and scattered on the floor. You knelt down to gather them when an unopened envelope caught your eye. Picking it up you realized it was from Harvey. You carefully tore it open and began to read.

“ I hope this letter finds you well. I’m writing to invite you to join me this evening at the Dance of the Moonlight Jellies. Everyone is gathering at the beach tonight to watch the migration of jellyfish. It’s a special occasion that marks the change of seasons in the Valley. I’d be delighted if you’d like to sit with me to share in this memorable experience. Cross the wooden bridge and meet me by the tide pools at 10 pm if you accept my invitation.

Best Regards, Harvey.”

Your face flushed and you pressed the letter close to your chest before carefully refolding it. Was this… a date? You shook your head quickly as if to clear the thought from your head. You wouldn’t let yourself jump to conclusions or indulge in your delusions. It was a perfectly platonic invite to sit together at a festival. Nothing more and nothing less. You took the letter and pinned it to the fridge with a magnet shaped like a heart.

The rest of the day passed by in a blur. You’d been busy prepping the farm for the change of seasons you’d hardly noticed the sun had set. You hurried inside to take a shower before you made your way to the beach. You wrapped the towel around your body as you stepped out of the steam; your hair was dripping when you looked in the mirror so you wrapped a towel around your head, hoping the last trace of summer heat would speed things up.

“What do I wear, what do I wear??” You mumbled to yourself as you rummaged through your closet. Something in your gut said farm clothes were out of the question tonight. You pushed aside hangers roughly and held a myriad of clothes against your form in the mirror before tossing them to the floor. After much deliberation you settled on a cotton button up and one of your nice pairs of shorts. You slid on a pair of sandals and turned to head out the door. You paused before exiting, wondering if you should bring a gift or a blanket to sit on. You yanked a spare top sheet from your closet and rooted through the fridge for something to share. You found a small bottle of your favorite wine you’d brought with you from the city. It was admittedly cheap and sugary, but you’d never been one for dry wine. You’d been saving it for a special occasion, but tonight seemed well enough.

You made it to the beach just before ten. You gasped softly, taking in the sight of dozens of small candles floating in the water. The soft glow illuminated the shoreline and the wooden dock by Willie’s shop. Most attendees had gathered on the pier to be as close as possible to the water. You said polite hellos as you headed east. That side of the beach was usually inaccessible, but someone had laid down several wooden planks to form a makeshift bridge. You hesitated before crossing and hoped it was sturdier than it looked. Despite some creaks and wobbles, you made it across safely and turned to scan for Harvey.

The tide pools took up most of the area, leaving small patches of sand near the shore free. You saw Harvey standing, pacing really, in a spot away from the crowd. He seemed more anxious than usual as he patrolled in a figure eight with his hands stuffed in his pockets. Could this be because of you? Maybe this really was a date.

“Hi, Harvey” you called as you approached. The doctor stopped in his tracks with a start. You think you saw his cheeks flush pink but couldn’t tell for certain in the moonlight.

“Oh! You came!” He looked surprised, like he’d been worried you wouldn’t show up. “I mean not that I was expecting you to not come- I just thought maybe you didn’t see my letter, or maybe you weren’t interested, or maybe you didn’t want to feel obligated, or-“

“Hey. It's okay. I promise” you interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “I got the letter this morning and I want you to know that I’ve been looking forward to seeing you all day. I really like hanging out with you, Harvey.” You tried your best to sound cool and confident. Truthfully your stomach was doing backflips and you hoped you weren’t coming on too strongly.

Harvey seemed to deflate a smidge, visibly releasing some of the tension he usually held in his body with a soft sigh. “I’m glad you could make it. Is this spot okay? I don’t like the crowds very much” he confessed. “We should be able to get a good view of the jellyfish from here. They’re attracted to the lights.”

“This is perfect.” You pulled your bag off your shoulders and produced the wrinkled sheet. “I brought this for us to sit on.” Harvey immediately helped to spread the sheet over the sand and gestured for you to take a seat first. You sat criss cross applesauce on the sheet and Harvey took a place beside you, mimicking your form. If either of you moved much your knees would knock together.

You dug out the bottle of wine from your bag and held it out. “Oh, and I brought this too. I thought we could share it. I brought it with me when I moved. It’s my favorite kind. I was going to save it for a special occasion but I thought it’d be nice to have tonight”

“I think that’s a nice gesture.” Harvey took the bottle from you and rotated it in his hands, examining the label.

“It’s cheap, I know,” you explained sheepishly. “I like the sweet stuff. Oh and um it’s screw top so you don’t need a corkscrew or anything.” You were suddenly embarrassed by your taste in alcohol. The wine was popular among teenagers and college students for its low price and easy access. Nor exactly romantic beach date material.

Harvey didn’t seem to mind and peeled the label and unscrewed the top. He looked at you quizzically and you suddenly remembered you’d neglected to bring cups. “Oh my god I completely forgot to bring cups! Um we don’t have to drink it tonight it’s totally fine you can just screw the lid on or-“

“I know I’m a doctor but I’m okay drinking from the bottle if you are” he teased, this time interrupting you. You blushed bright red and felt hot, but took a breath and regained your cool.

“I’m okay with that,” you giggled. He passed the bottle back to you and held up an invisible cup as if to cheers. You met his hand with your free one and clinked your imaginary glasses.

“You first.”

You took a small swig and felt the warmth of the alcohol spread immediately. You passed the bottle to Harvey and he flushed as soon as the wine entered his system.

“So does this festival happen every year?”

“It does. It’s a sort of celebration of the end of summer and a way to welcome fall to the valley. When the jellyfish migrate, then you know that the seasons have officially started their transition.”

“It reminds me of bird migration and flying south for the winter. It makes me want to migrate too. I hate the cold to be honest. I’m not a winter person.”

“It can be sad to see summer end, but the town’s fall festivities are some of my favorites. I love attending the Stardew Valley fair and seeing people from all over the Valley come together. It’s a great opportunity to see the fruits of everyone's labor. Are you going to grow any pumpkins on your farm?”

You nodded. “I want to make a pumpkin pie from scratch this year. And I’m looking forward to Spirits Eve. I heard Abigail talking about a haunted maze the other day. She said it was pretty scary even for her last year.”

Harvey shuddered. “That maze gives me the creeps. I’m not a fan of being scared on purpose.”

You were about to respond when you heard Mayor Lewis raise his voice to make an announcement. “I’m lighting the candle boat. The jellies should start to appear any moment now.” As if on cue you spotted a small blue figure swimming in the ocean.

“Look! A jelly!” You pointed eagerly to the fish you’d seen and watched in awe as two more appeared.

“It’s beautiful, isn’t it?” Harvey asked. More and more of the jellyfish began to swim south to warmer waters, brilliant shades of blue swirling underneath the surface. You were both rendered speechless as you watched them make their way through the sea. The spot Harvey had picked gave a prime view, and it seemed that anyone else on this side of the beach had traversed toward the pier when Lewis had lit the candle boat. The two of you were alone by the tide pools, taking in the sight together.

You watched together as the jellyfish slowly disappeared, exchanging words about the beauty of nature as you finished the bottle of wine. You were warm and bubbly from the alcohol in your blood and felt emboldened. You moved your hand so that it brushed against Harvey’s and interlaced your fingers with his. You leaned in to whisper. “Thank you for inviting me.”

You sat with your fingers locked for several minutes as the very last jellyfish receded behind the horizon. When you finally let go, Harvey folded the sheet for you to place in your bag. “It’s getting late. Let me walk you home”

“Oh you don’t have to do that, Harvey. The farm is past the clinic anyways.”

“Nonsense. It's just past the bus stop, and I insist.”

“Well if you insist” you giggled, still tipsy.

You and Harvey walked quietly back to the farm. You tried to let him go once you reached the property line, but he insisted on walking you to your door as it was “the gentlemanly thing to do”. The two of you stood on the porch of the old farmhouse, illuminated by the moon and the porch light.

“Goodnight, Harvey. Thank you for walking me home. And thank you for inviting me to join you tonight. I had a wonderful time.” You acted on impulse as you pulled the doctor in for a hug. His warmth enveloped you and he pulled you tighter, his hands gripping your back. He smelled like wine and salt water. You inhaled deeply before letting go.

“Goodnight” Harvey seemed as if he was about to turn to head home, but paused and placed a light kiss on your forehead. He looked at you with warm eyes before he turned down the path back into town.

#my writing #harvey x farmer #harvey stardew valley #sdv harvey #sdv fanfic #sdv fandom #stardew fanfiction #stardew valley fanfic #stardew valley #harvey x reader #harvey fluff #stardew harvey

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sunnywindow · 2 months ago

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Jellyfish mermaid concept

Floyd Leech x Reader

Just a little concept I had floating in head about childhood "friends" concept with Floyd!!

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You were staring at the water's surface above you. Usually, you'd be out right now, floating aimlessly, following food..

The surface called you, pulling at your heart like it was tied to a string

Each breath you took felt like it took you closer and closer to food, nourishment, enrichment; and each exhale likewise plunged you kilometers back to the bottom of the sea.

You heard words drifting past without ever registering them, lost like those leaves in the wind you've read about. You felt the current pulling you further up to the surface.

There was laughter and giggling in the forefront; there was murmuring a little ways off. And somewhere deep and dark in the nursery, there was crying.

But at the surface of the water, there was food. And your stomach gnawed at you desperately. Loneliness tried its hand at weakly scratching its way out. Sadness pulled you up helplessly, stripping you of your autonomy. Emptiness ate at you from your stomach, to your eyeballs, to your fingertips.

On the outside, the laughter got louder, as did the giggling. As for the hunger, it grew exponentially more loud and demanding by the second.

Loneliness ripped you up into tiny little ribbons. Sadness’ grip on your wrist was beginning to bruise. Emptiness almost eating you whole.

And then you heard a scream from a few meters away.

Its pitch was as thin as a needle, as sharp as a knife. Shrill and long and precise and piercing you straight from one ear to the other. The laughter stopped, as did the giggling, and the murmuring. You barely noticed that the far away crying had long been silenced from something a while ago.

Food compelled you to look down.

You had scarcely registered the small fish stuck in between your tentacles. Its eyes were wide and white and all but bulging out of their sockets. It looked you in the eyes, with desperation, pleading; something you couldn't quite catch nor see nor recognize in your hunger.

Regardless, it was food, and you ate it.

No longer alone, your stomach settled. No longer sad, you descended back to the class area. No longer empty, you were whole. You were complete.

And then another sharp screech pierced you from the sides once more, making you flinch and hiss at the noise. Screaming, crying, weeping, screeching, yelling, all and everything; all at once.

“Teacher! He ate a student!!”

“.....Hh-”

“Teacher! She did something bad again!”

“Oh my!”

“Eek!!”

“Whatever..”

And then you heard wicked laughter. Sinful, irreverent laughter. It rang like a bell through the belltower that was your classroom area.

As the voice chortled, and crowed, and roared in hideous, selfish pleasure, it's owner gasped desperately for air.

It was as if he was fighting to breathe, or as if his gills couldn't work and he was seizing uncontrollably; with heinous laughter being a symptom.

The laughter grew louder, the tears grew louder, as did the yelling, and the pointing of fingers. What in the ocean was going on?

Two eels swam up to you later that day. Or perhaps night. It was too dark to tell.

Their eyes shone gold, one each, on opposite eyes. With blue hair and blueish tails, they slinked through the water, cloaked with darkness, as a predator would stalk its prey.

They looked familiar, and yet something in the way they existed screamed at you “danger, danger, danger”.

“Sssaw that little stunt you pulled, kid,” said one of the golden eyes.

Neither of them could be much older than you were, and you could hear youth and inexperience bleed into the slippery eel’s voice.

The other golden eye chuckled politely. “It caused quite the shock, you know.”

Their voices grew closer, as did the shine in their eyes.

“Made that little girl cry.”

It felt like they slithered closer to your eyes, so that they’d pluck them out; to your fingertips, to shove their fingernails up your own.

“The poor child. You ate her friend.”

Closer and closer with teeth sharp as knives, beared and ready to shred you apart into their next meal.

Stay away, stay away, stay away.

“My, how cold, pushing us away Like that. Right, Floyd?”

Danger, danger, danger.

“Yep.” The predator-boy popped the ‘p’ sound as if popping an egg open. His crescent moon grin was pointed with sharp edges. “Kinda makes ya curious when they try to run away like that. Huh, Jade?”

“...Sh..” Your voice was cracky, having gone unused for months. You gulped and hoped they cracked whatever confidence the predators had.

“Woah!” It did not. “The lil’ jellyfish has a backbone, after all! Sick. Whatsit gonna say.”

You glared at the expressive eyes. It glinted the most immediate danger between the two pairs. “..Shove off.”

“Ehh, we just wanna play!” You could feel him in the water elbow his brother lightly. “Right, Jade?”

“Of course, Floyd.”

“Yeah,” said the ‘Floyd’ predator. His eyes pierced your own, and you could have sworn they’d gone blind and useless. “Just a liitle game we call Mutiny.”

“What’s your name, lil’ jelly?”

“..(Y/N).”

“Woah, fancy. I'm Floyd, an’ ‘ats Jade.”

“Good to meet you.” He extended his sharp talon of a hand. You didn't shake it.

“Pshh, (Y/N)'s got spunk. Okay. Cool.”

#floyd leech x reader #mermaid reader #jellyfish reader #i like jellyfish #they're not quite fish and not quite plantlife #they're aquatic mushrooms and they look the part #too!

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ginmoonnet · 10 months ago

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♡ Between Bitter Tea and Sweet Milkshake┇🫖🍓

[Wanderer AU] 🐈‍⬛🤍❕

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·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳Ep. 1 ‘Sleepyhead’

Life is a bit hard at your 17 years old...isn't it? That's probably why you fell asleep in the break room, because getting up at 6 in the morning to work in the cafe and then going to class at 2 in the afternoon was eating you up.

Fortunately, today was Saturday! You would get home after your shift and not do anything productive for the rest of the day, except that apparently they had replaced whoever would take the next shift and since they were new you had to actually wait for them to arrive so you can leave because you didn't know how long it would take approximately.

What difference does it make? A little nap won't hurt anyone, after all, your shift officially ended five minutes ago and it was lunchtime anyway.

Tap Tap.

Two taps on your shoulder and an almost penetrating look woke you up, suddenly your body felt cold despite having slept curled up on the office couch for who knows how long.

—I wasn't asleep!—.

The person in front of you tilted their head with their arms crossed. A boy in uniform, with pale skin, almost as white as sweet whipped cream, eyes of an indigo as striking as his hair that resembled a blueberry...or a jellyfish?

Captivating without a doubt, which was clear thanks to how little concealed your curious but bewildered look was. The boy just snorted with some discomfort before speaking.

—You're Y/N, right? Why are you still here?—.

He didn't say anything rude, however the tone of his voice felt somewhat abrupt and his eyes, which looked at you disinterestedly, made you feel tiny in your place.

—Excuse me but…W-who are you?—.

The bluenette watched you in silence for another good, long 2 seconds that felt eternal in your still sleepy head.

—The new on charge of the afternoon shift, why are you still here?—.

Finally. You understood the situation so you nodded, although was it necessary to repeat the same question twice? It felt like he was kicking you out or something.

Anyway, you didn't have time to overthink…or even think so you just grabbed your things and headed towards the exit.

Before leaving you waved goodbye to your new partner, who reciprocated by raising his eyebrows a little with a still disinterested look and then turned his back on you.

Tsk, what a bitter guy.

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- I thought it was way longer 😞. Hah, anyway. I hope y’all like it, I’ll make sure to write more next time dw!!!

—Moonヽ(^‥^=ゞ). ミ★

#wanderer #wanderer au #wanderer x reader #wanderer fluff #scaramouche #scaramouche au #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche fluff #kunikuzushi #Kunikuzushi au #kunikuzushi x reader #kunikuzushi fluff #genshin impact #genshin fanfic #genshin au #genshin fluff #♡ BBTASM┇🫖🍓

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marvelousmagicalaura · 2 months ago

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The Lord Ruler's portrayal worries me. I hope The Stormlight Archive doesn't do this.

I'll preface this post by saying this is not out of dislike for the Mistborn trilogy. I'm not trying to impose my moral viewpoints onto fellow cosmerenauts. And it's not meant to dismiss that fantasy characters can have their own unique beliefs. This is simply a rant on a topic that's bugged me ever since finishing The Hero of Ages. It came back as I was contemplating Era 2's nuanced portrayal of Elendel’s problems, Harmony's plans, and Autonomy's mindset. And since I'm reading The Stormlight Archive after Warbreaker, this involves a hope of mine.

My journey throughout Scadrial created an increasing sense of concern and worry over the Lord Ruler's portrayal. In my eyes, book 3 fell into the trap of characters defending the Lord Ruler's actions. Simply because they were for the goal of preserving the world. To be clear, I understand what Sanderson was trying to do. He wanted to make a world where most characters, even when destroying the evil empire, ultimately wanted a stable world. And for that, I understand why Vin or Sazed would call Rashek a "good man with honorable intentions."

Vin always wanted a stable life. And when she thanked the Lord Ruler as Preservation, I bet her opinions of TLR were being slightly filtered by Preservation's Intent. Sazed Ascended with full access to how Ruin and Preservation connected back to Rashek. He knew Rashek in ways no one could imagine.

So while their claims were understandable, it felt extremely gross. My first issue is that I lack the same knowledge of Rashek as Vin or Sazed. I only know Rashek as a bitter, violent glory hound Terrisman who maybe had slivers of understandable motives before Ascending. Then I only know him as an evil emperor going insane for 1000 years. I don't know the "good man" Rashek. I know the asshole who did 5% good things and 95% ends justify the means.

My second issue is that the "suffered under Ruin's hand" removed accountability. Rashek didn't NEED to make slaves out of most remaining humans, turn his people into jellyfish, restrict Allomancy to the ruling class, sacrifice humans for koloss armies, or wipe out all religions and cultures. But that line pinned it on Ruin's influence, even though Rashek did horrible things and made horrible plans during the Ascension. Instead of holding Rashek himself accountable for his own actions.

And on that note, fuck Rashek for even mentioning Ruin's whispers in the Fadrex city plate. Yeah sure, centuries of Ruin's influence pushed him to make the Terris breeding program. But those reprehensible actions above were all Rashek's fault when he was a new conqueror.

My third issue is the erasure of potential depth behind Ruin and Preservation's conflict. It doesn't give Preservation something 100% despicable to actively do. It ignores the fact Ruin doesn't insert new personalities, but rather influences what is already there. Ruin was the method through which Rashek did things, but Preservation is the reason and goal. Rashek ruined to preserve.

Brandon should’ve settled for Sazed acknowledging the tragedy and genius behind Rashek’s efforts, while acknowledging they were reprehensible and weren’t solely orchestrated by Ruin. I don't know what The Stormlight Archive will hold. But if there are any characters who go "ends justify the means" or "it's not my fault it's the god," I sincerely hope Brandon calls out their rusting nonsense with a hammer. He did it with Kelsier (complicated feelings about that), he did not do it with Rashek. I hope he does it in Stormlight.

#mistborn #cosmere #literary analysis #lord ruler #ruin mistborn #preservation mistborn #please don't disappoint me stormlight

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spanishskulduggery · 1 year ago

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When did you first start learning Spanish? And any basic learning tips? I have a few Spanish speaking coworkers but I get so nervous trying to practice my Spanish with them.... and and, when you were first learning Spanish, did you have any little things you found especially fun/funny?

Oh gosh it's been decades now. To give some backstory and you can do your own math here, this blog started in 2013 when I was still in college getting my degree in Spanish

I started in what I think would be middle school when Spanish became a mandatory class, but I didn't start really studying and understanding things until high school. It wasn't until even after college that I REALLY felt like I understood Spanish because there were so many native speakers and people interacting with me.

One thing that totally changed my perception and how I perceive Spanish was there was a question on the preterite and imperfect, and I'm giving my answer and trying to explain some bits about how a lot of times both are potentially correct but it's how you mean it that matters

And someone mentioned that "imperfect" in its linguistic etymology means "not yet completed"; that "perfect" is "done thoroughly" where the -fect is probably related to hacer "to do"... and "imperfect" thus means "not yet done", and just a huge lightbulb moment

I remember thinking "I WISH one of my teachers had known that or said that to me because it makes so much more sense now"

And I still mess up but usually it's followers like "oh we say THIS here" or "that's not the word we use but it reminds me of this thing in my country"

A few funny things in Spanish based on mistakes that I've made or things that I learned:

You haven't truly begun your Spanish journey until someone tells you that embarazado/a means "pregnant" not "embarrassed" (avergonzado/a).... similarly no one mentions that embarazoso/a means "awkward" or "unwieldy" in a way

querer means "to want", but it can also mean "to love" or cherish; similarly querido/a means "dear", but la querida can also kind of mean "side-piece" like someone's affair partner woman so if you see someone talking about their querida without a name or a noun they might be talking about an affair

el pelo is "hair", el cabello typically means "hair on the top of the head" like a human... and el cabello is NOT el caballo "horse"

the word for "eye-catching" is llamativo/a and NOT miradizo/a which miradizo/a is one of those old words but it kind of means "awestruck" or "makes you stare in wonderment" in a weirdly poetic way

sartén as "frying pan" can be masculine or feminine depending on country

there are too many words for beans

there are three main words for "purple" - la púrpura usually means "red-violet" or Tyrian purple and also the mollusk you get purple from; morado/a is often "dark purple" related to la mora which can be "blackberry" or "mulberry"; lila is "light purple" meaning "lilac".... you can also say violeta that's fine too

people say naranja for "the color orange" more than anaranjado/a but not everyone has the patience to explain that naranja which comes from the fruit doesn't change for gender

same with rosa as "pink", where rosado/a "pink" is also valid and usually what's taught

regionalisms. regionalisms everywhere

If you're in a really immature class, someone is going to laugh at puse

the word for "jellyfish" in Spanish is la medusa and that makes me happy

similarly, a male "horseman" is often el jinete; a female "horsewoman" or "rider" is sometimes la amazona and that also makes me happy

la macedonia is sometimes "fruit salad", so one assumes that Macedonians were just throwing fruit together in a bowl or something

Except for two big exceptions, most words ending in al- in Spanish are from Arabic origins [the exceptions being anything related to el almuerzo "lunch", and la almendra "almond"]

la manzana can mean "city block" in some places - probably because in a feudal society people lived in "manses" and the biggest house was the "mansion" where the lord lived, and it has nothing to do with apples

la montaña rusa is "roller coaster" literally "Russian mountain" because Russian people used to make little roller coasters by shaping ice mountains and putting tracks on them

la paja rusa does NOT mean "Russian straw", it is extremely NSFW and do not google it on a school server...... in fact don't look up any kind of paja because it's just as NSFW and it means "straw" if you're not talking about sex so otherwise don't worry about it

someone told me that linguistically para is just por+a, so parais literally "for the purpose of" or "for/so that to" and I've never been the same

the word for "ladybug" in Spanish is la mariquita which is "little Mary" because red used to be associated with Virgin Mary and the spots were said to be 7 and represent the joyful/sorrowful mysteries - many languages have a religious connotation to "ladybug"... also English, because the "lady" refers to Mary, like "Our Lady"

The Spanish alphabet used to be different where CH and RR were their own separate letters... it made looking things up weird; I also don't know how I feel about L vs. LL as separate letters because it's a whole other sound but it IS technically two L's

The word for octopus is el pulpo... the word for "pulp" is la pulpa; don't be like me and mix up asking for orange juice with no octopus

I cannot stress this enough but el pollo is "chicken" or "poultry"; la polla is a NSFW word meaning "cock" and as soon as you say you want cock for dinner you will die some on the inside

I don't know what the deal is with ahorita or what it means without hearing the tone of voice and neither does anyone else, it could be anything

caber is the worst verb, but ir/andar are also up there

every so often luego/pues means "thus" or "therefore" and it's going to throw you off

every so often el hacha (technically feminine) means candle or torch, and in any other situation it means "hatchet" so imagine my confusion when I read about people carrying axes around to see

all my life everyone told me never to use gustar without an indirect object and a friend from Puerto Rico says gusta to mean "cool" all the time and it made me question everything

#asks #spanish vocabulary #spanish #langblr #learn spanish #long post

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slut4converse · 1 month ago

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Things in Heartstopper s3 that made me cry in no particular order

Charlie struggling with his mental health

Nick struggling with Charlie struggling with his mental health

Specifically the talk with Aunt Diane (Nick in a Captain America costume, yet he never comments on the fact that his aunt looks just like Peggy Carter?)

EVERYTHING to do with Elle's radio show oh my fucking god I felt so bad for her

Elle struggling with her dysphoria in a sexual context, and then learning how to set boundaries with Tao

VICTORIA SPRING

Michael Holden being the most adorable person I've ever witnessed on television

He is just SO SOFT I want to put him in a MICROWAVE

He is my BLORBO now

THE HALLOWEEN PARTY?!?!?!? THAT HAD NO RIGHT TO BE SO DEVASTATING

Obviously we have Nick crying on Tao's shoulder (which, btw, I LOVE Tao and Nick friendship, we stan character development)

But THEN we have Imogen getting HAMMERED and immediately jumping on Sahar's mouth. LESBIAN BEHAVIOR

Imogens struggles with her sexuality and comphet

Sahar and Imogens relationship is soooooooooooo me-coded, except my queer-awakening situationship was even worse, it ended with our friend group split into not just half but THIRDS, and today we passive aggressively read Hate Poem by Julie Sheehan aloud in our AP Lit class. (Go read it, it's great) (Just the two of us cause we were the only volunteers) (if there could be cinematic symbolism irl that would have been it)

DARCY'S GRANDMOTHER IS THE SWEETEST LITTLE OLD LADY I WANT HER TO ADOPT ME TOO PLEASE

TAO AND HIS VIDEO CAMERA HE IS SO ME CODED

Nick not knowing who he is without Charlieeee

TORI SPRING

I cannot stress this enough. TORI!!

Isaac's third wheel struggles

The jellyfish metaphor

CHARLIE'S SELF HARM SCARS

I ACTUALLY HAD TO PAUSE THE SHOW AND TAKE A BREATHER

Tara's panic attack

All the uni stuff

If I were British I'd be in 6th form rn

So it's hitting a little too close to home right now

GEOFF

GEOFF IS MY BITCH

WE LOVE GEOFF IN THIS HOUSEHOLD

TORIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII

Michael :D

That's all I've got off the top of my head but yk what we'll see where this goes

#heatstopper #heartstopper s3 #heartstopper spoilers

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kid-az · 3 months ago

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Heya, these are some of my fanmade species for @loominggaia, which is made by The-Greys. So far, I have around 3 of them, 1 for every canon class in the series. Felt like getting out of my (metaphorical) bubble due to @darkwingphoenix ’s post.

Warning: I will say that one of my species (The Tengu) has the same name as your species Phoenix. They have much different lore and are distinct from your own version of the Tengu, but I can rename them if you’d like me too?

Kappa

Class: Commoner

Biology: Most noted for their reflective, dish-like “third eye” on their foreheads, this strange shining soft organ allows the Kappa to detect seasonal changes and the time of day. In terms of strength, they are equal to the strength of Dworfs, albeit less condensed. Compared to other Commoners, they have the highest resistance to toxic, artificial chemicals. The Kappa are also capable of surviving several weeks without food due to their metabolism.

Another notable feature of the Kappa is their shell, which acts as a biological armor strong enough to deflect sword strikes and arrows. However, Kappas are unable to tuck their heads and limbs within their shells, meaning they will have to wear armor on their more delicate parts. The Kappa has decent eyesight and an excellent sense of smell, but their sense of hearing is lackluster.

Kappa’s come in shades of green, brown, yellow, or caramel colors, and their hair usually comes in the shade of red, yellow, and green. For the most part, their hair only grows on their sides & back and never on the top of their heads, as their third eye is located there. Males have a higher body and muscle mass than females.

As a species, they survive very well on both land and water, capable of running and swimming at a decent pace. They however do not do very well in cold environments, as they are a mesothermic species. They also have poor endurance due to their mesothermic natures and the shell they have.

Kappa average around 4 to 5 feet tall, being between the size of Dworfs and Humans. Kappa have a mostly herbivorous diet. Although unable to properly digest meat outside of jellyfish and other soft-bodied invertebrates, they are capable of handling leaves in a pinch.

Lifecycle: The average Kappa lifespan is 150 years, making them the longest-lived among the Commoners. They are a reptilian species that breeds during the late spring & early summer months.

Like the Gaian Gorgons and Tengu, the Kappa lays eggs, typically one or two. These eggs typically hatch within 8 months. Curiously, the gender of the young is determined by temperatures, with males being born at colder temperatures and females being born in higher temperatures.

When born, the Kappa chick is relatively defenseless, needing to be protected and taken care of by parents. They reach toddlerhood at 5, childhood at 10, adolescence at 15, and maturity at 20, though many traditional cultures consider 30 to be the age of true adulthood.

Females and males never lose potency, though they may have higher complications in creating a child. Reaching their elderly years at 120, the Kappa’s body still functions well at that age, although the elderly Kappa gets sleepier and sleepier as the years go by.

Culture: Historically, the Kappa’s ability to traverse the ocean waters and land equally well made them the metaphorical “bridge” to Terrian and Aquarian cultures, often adapting traditions and customs from both worlds. Their ability to handle iron made them very well-liked by the Aquarian peoples, as they could easily rid an area of the substance to allow the Sirene and Cecaelia to colonize the place.

However, their inability to breathe underwater meant that the Kappa could only build cities in the oceanic shallows and coasts, as they could only survive underwater for an hour or two. Their ability to survive industrial toxins and chemicals the other Aquarians cannot has allowed them to either become cleanup men for these peoples… or use these same industries to drive the other Aquarians out.

When intermingling with the Great Kingdoms, the Kappa excel as a cleanup crew, helping in the clearing of pollution and toxins that could harm other peoples. Their semi-aquatic nature also makes them excellent at professions that require traversal on both land and the water. Finally, Their low metabolism makes them decent guards and lookouts due to being able to stay in one place for long periods of time.

Kappa Races

Slegalmise: Native to the Tumbledown Islands near Slegelse. These Kappa have Caramel skin and dark red, kelp-like hair. The Slegalmise lived in an environment in which volcanism was rampant and where they had availability to vast amounts of Pyriad materials due to these Nymphs falling into the ocean. Traditionally, these Kappa would travel to the volcanoes to harvest rare minerals, wearing suits made from the Fire Nymph’s hair and skin. However, due to vicious colonization efforts from Damijana, many have been forced to flee to Zareen and Yerim Mor.

Splinal: Native to the Splinter Islands between Noalen and Wokina. These Kappa have bright green skin and dark green hair. The Splinal were among the first to join up with Evangeline, with many of whom becoming famous oceanographers and navy-men for the Kingdom. Because of their semi-aquatic, explorative natures, the Splinal’s descendants strengthened Evangeline’s naval power compared to OTL. Many of their descendants work in the navy and docks due to the discrimination they may face deeper inland.

Citrina: Native to Citrina of the Crystalline Isles. These Kappa have yellow skin and bright green hair. Unlike in OTL, they, the Feligala Sirenes and the Aiya Elves managed to fight back against Matuzu’s forces since they could counter the iron wielded by Matuzu with their own. Today, the Crystalline Isles are a small, independent nation where the three native peoples still live their traditional lives, wary of their larger neighbor.

Kingla: Native to Kingsfall Swamp, Evik. These Kappa have brown skin and dull yellow hair. When Zareen came to the swamp, their dirty industries would end up polluting the Kingfalls swamp, killing and mutating the wildlife and forcing many of the native peoples away. However, the Kingla were resistant to this pollution, and many would end up immigrating to Zareen to gain high paying jobs as factory workers. Many Kappa still live their (Relatively) traditional lives in the Kingsfall today.

Emerum: Native to Emerald Wetlands, Serkel. These Kappa have dark green skin and dull yellow hair. These Kappa would end up domesticating the native alligators of the wetlands, using them for fishing, hauling cargo, or fighting against other tribes. When they ended up joining Matuzu, they would spread these alligators across the kingdom and beyond. Today, domestic alligators are some of Gaia’s most popular pets.

Drow

Class: Fae

Biology: The first of the Drow groups spawned underground, and therefore their biology is based entirely on surviving underground. Unlike Gaia’s other peoples, the Drow do not have any form of vision or even eyes for that matter, instead relying on their exceptional hearing, sense of smell, 4 fluffy antennae capable of sensing motion & heat, and whiskers that help them detect their distance from surfaces and objects. They are equal to the physical strength of humans.

Their skin comes in different shades of gray, black, and purplish tones. Their hair comes in shades of white, pinks, and purples as well. Just like Elves, their skin does not wrinkle nor does their hair turn white with age. Also like Elves, they are androgynous as a species, albeit females have a higher muscle density than males. Their 6-fingered hands are very sensitive and end in claws.

Strangely enough, the Drow’s body seems to be “cursed” by nature, making whatever being that tries to eat them gain either a debilitating magical affliction or die. They also emit a strange sweetish smell that scares off predators from trying to feast on them, which allows them to better survive on the surface. They are omnivorous just like their Elven cousins

They do not have any facial or body hair around their bodies. Adult Drow stand at a height between that of Elves and Goblins. Their arcane flaw is their aforementioned cursed bodies, as this scares off almost all beasts, including domesticated ones. This flaw also makes physical interactions with non-Drow people dangerous if they are not careful.

Drow naturally excel at Cursed magic and Terramancy. In terms of magic they have difficulty using, the Drow heavily struggle with Perception spells, though it is not impossible for them to learn the schools associated with that category.

Lifecycle: The average Drow lifespan is around 200-220 years. Drow can breed anytime of the year, but they need to consume certain species of psychedelic mushrooms to do so. As stated previously, the Drow’s skin does not wrinkle nor do their hair whiten with age.

After impregnation, a female Drow typically gives birth to a child in 12 months. They almost always birth one child at a time. They follow a similar lifecycle that their Elven cousins do, with the baby reaching toddlerhood at 4 years, childhood at 8 years, adolescence at 16, and adulthood at 30.

Women lose their fertility at the age of 140. Reaching their elderly years at 170, these individuals can be identified by stooped posture, deteriorated voice, stiff movements, and worn down or missing teeth. They may also suffer cataracts and loss of other senses.

Culture: From their creation, every race of the Drow was located deep underground, which had the effect of making them the most isolated peoples on Looming Gaia. If they were to ever meet and intermingle among other peoples underground, it would usually be the Gorgons, Dworfs, and Trolls. It should come as no surprise that they often live alongside those peoples in the modern day, usually in pitch black environments where only they can navigate.

Some Drows (Usually exiles, merchants, and ambitious explorers) would travel to the surface, where they would intermingled with other Fae or the Dworfs due to the vast dangers of the surface, even if most beasts gave them a very wide berth due to their poisonous natures. Often considered “uncanny” by other peoples, these Drow often found themselves in shadier districts.

When the Drow do intermingle with the Great Kingdoms, they excel as jobs which require delicate work and careful, close inspections of something or someone, such as repairmen and doctors. They also excel at search and rescue due to their senses allowing them to find trapped peoples or pets. Their great dexterity also makes them superb craftsmen matched only by Gnomes and Elves.

Drow Races

Losmor, Forgotten Drow: Native to the Forsaken Island, Serkel. These Drow have pure black skin and white hair. These Drow resided in vast cavernous systems under the Forsaken Island, some of which stretching all the way to the Lost Lands. Due to having no competition from other Peoples, these Drow were much more avid in expanding to the surface, where they could harvest shellfish and various plants. Today, their descendants have either immigrated to Matuzu or are the rulers of Zukwaan alongside the Cecaelia, a city that is situated on the surface as much as it is underground and underwater. These Drow seemed to excel at Hydromancy, likely so as to better handle high tides and tsunamis.

Frosmer, Frozen Drow: Native to Elgaland, Halostira. These Drow have gray skin and pinkish hair. Due to the desolate and dangerous nature of the surface, these Drow lived mostly underground alongside a particularly large species of Silkbeast and other strange creatures. The former were one of the few creatures that weren’t scared off by the Drow, and were therefore domesticated for their silk and meat. Today, the Frosmer have made a name for themselves on the soft fabrics and clothing they weaved, selling it to other tribes and even Folkvar occasionally. These Drow excelled at Enchanting, likely to better domesticate the Silkbeasts.

Stonmar, Mountain Drow: Native to a region of the Stonehammer mountains that divides Zareen and Mogdir, Evik. These Drow have vibrant purple skin and hair. Having been situated between Zareen and Mogdir’s borders, these Drow are forced into the crossfires of their conflict, sometimes being press-ganged by either Kingdom to help them. Because of this, the Stonmar are particularly skilled at Terramancy even more than the average Drow, so as to fight off advances from both kingdoms. Some of their descendants have moved to Mogdir however.

Axmur, Axehead Drow: Native to Axehead, Lorrowey. These Drow have a more faded purplish skin tone and gray hair. Much more explorative than the other races of Drow, the Axmur have migrated to various lands across Gaia, such as Wokina, Serkel, and Noalen. In particular, the ones in Wokina befriended the native tribes of Trolls, both peoples fighting off the advances of Evangeline and Bormek together. These Drow excelled at Echomancy, likely to better maneuver through the surface.

Tengu

Class: Gaian

Biology: With the exception of the nearly extinct Sprights, the Tengu are Gaia’s only people who are capable of independent flight… well, with the exception of the Nightalons. Although this comes at the cost of hand dexterity, (Having only 3 fingers at the middle length of their wings) their agility and speed while flying more than makes up for this fact. They have decent feet dexterity though, with their talons providing a very strong grip. Their thin muscles and delicate bones mean that most are as weak as Elves.

Matched in color only by the Sirenes, a Tengu’s wings and feather-like hairs come in all sorts of different colors, all of which derive from various different parrot species. However, their skin tones are the same colors as humans. Their legs are scaly in the same way that bird legs are. They have exceptional vision, one of the best among Gaia’s people albeit their nightvision (Except Nightalons) is nonexistent. Unfortunately, they have lackluster hearing and a sense of smell.

Tengu are unable to grow facial or body hair outside of their abdominal areas, and their teeth are similar to that of humans. Blessed with a powerful respiratory system, the Tengu are able to survive in higher altitudes than Gaia’s other people and are capable of holding their breaths for a very long time. They also had a powerful larynx, allowing them to mimic the sounds of beasts perfectly.

Most Tengu have a height of around 5-5.5 feet, (Nightalons have the same height as Orcs) being slightly shorter than Humans. Having teeth similar to those of Humans, they have a very similar omnivorous diet to them, but they can derive far better nutritional benefit from nuts. The Tengu’s hair can sometimes rise up as a kind of crest. Finally, they can excel at Echomancy or Galemancy if they become magical.

Lifecycle: Tengu live for around 60-70 years, with their main cause of passing away being complications to their advanced yet sensitive respiratory systems. They, unlike many other Gaians, can breed throughout the entire year.

After impregnation, a female will lay a clutch of eggs, typically one to four. These eggs hatch half a year later. Unlike the other Gaians peoples, Tengu chicks are born relatively undeveloped, being hairless and lacking the ability of flight.

It is only at age 4 that they become toddlers, gaining down feathers. Reaching childhood at age 8, they are capable of gliding. Age 12, they may learn to truly fly. Finally, at the age of 18 they finally reach adulthood.

Women lose their fertility at the age of 25. They reach their elder years at the age of 50. During their elder years, the Tengu’s feathers start to become disheveled and gray, reducing or outright losing their ability to fly. They also start to lose their sense of hearing at this age.

Culture: More often than not a nomadic people, the Tengu’s ability of flight allowed them to live nomadic lives, visiting the settlements of friendlier peoples to trade or quickly escaping more hostile settlements. Their lack of dexterity meant that they often bought the tools and clothing they needed in exchange for food and materials they collected.

Traditional Tengu cultures often created large, lightweight baskets and baby swings to carry their chicks with due to their nomadic lifestyles, and the entire community often raised their chicks. Because of their underdeveloped natures compared to other Gaians, Tengu were far, far more protective of their chicks, often fighting to the death for their safety.

If one of the traditional Tengu cultures were ever sedentary, it was often alongside Minotaurs as the two people's strengths complement eachother very well, for few could match the Minotaur’s brawn and the Tengu’s flight. In particular, the Tengu could easily speak and understand the Minotaur’s language, allowing them to become translators for their bovine cousins.

When the Tengu intermingled with the Great Kingdoms, they often excelled as mailman and messengers due to their swift flight. Their exceptional eyesight, movement, and ability to mimic noises made them exceptional trackers and hunters during the daylight hours. Many also became exceptional singers.

Tengu Races

Rainbowings: Native to Dragonguard Island, between Eastern Wokina and Western Serkel. They resemble Macaw species that are commonly found within the Jungle of Scales, and they have a tan and brown skin. One of the few peoples bold enough to brave the Dragons and other creatures of the island, their descendants still live on the surface, relatively independent of Lamai. Many have also migrated to Serkel due to its more pleasant environment.

Conure: Native to Blue Valley, Noalen. Their wings and feathers resemble that of several Greenhearst Parrot species, and they have pale skin with pink undertones. Just as many of the other Fae and Gaian’s of the Blue Valley, they were the unfortunate victims of Evangeline enslavement. Those who hadn’t been thrown into slavery now reside in Eastern Noalen, either as independent tribes that constantly evade Kelvingyard slavers or fighting in the name of Folkvar.

Grayinth: Native to Twisted Canyons, Serkel. Their wings and feathers resemble that of the Serkel Grey Parrot and they have dark-brown and ebony skin. Befriending the Roshava early on during their history, the Grayinth and Tengu are some of the few non-Roshava that are treated as equal citizens in Koeshan. Although this means they must follow the split-soul doctrine, it also means that these Tengu can join Koeshan’s ruling class… so long as they are Unbroken.

Crestwings: Native to South Lorrowey Plains of the namesake continent. Their wings and feathers resemble many different Cockatoo species and they have tan and bronze skin with a golden undertone. The Crestwings lived nomadic lifestyles in the plains, being the only peoples capable of crossing the Scar of Lorrowey. They used this opportunity to sell southern resources to northern tribes and likewise for the south. This fact and their relative friendliness to all the other peoples mean that they aren’t often attacked by other people on the continent.

Nestclaws: Native to West Dryad’s Wood, Serkel. Their wings and feathers resemble the Kea and they have tannish skin. Having allied with the Hookskulls early on in their history, these two peoples together made a powerful force capable of defeating armies that were technologically and magically more advanced than they were. Today, their descendants enjoy a high social standing within Etios, many of whom joining the Kingdom’s Air Force.

Nightalons: Native to Glimbee Island off the coasts of Umory-Ond. Their wings and feathers resemble the Kakapo and they have a skin tone reminiscent of the Ela. The “Black sheep” among their peoples, the Nightalons are unable to fly. However, they are the strongest of their species, equal to that of the extinct Orcs. As well as this, they have nightvision and a powerful sense of smell.

The only peoples of Umory-Ond who heavily utilized iron in their day-to-day lives, they were very well-suited to protect their homelands from Queen Titania’s Monsters, and they are protected by the Green Witch and her forces today. However, some of the Nightalons utilize their strength and usage of iron to become mercenaries for the two Courts.

#looming gaia #fanmade species #fanfiction #kappa #drow #tengu

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yuurei20 · 2 years ago

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Silver Info Compilation part : Animals, Art and Floyd

Silver naturally attracts small woodland creatures against his will. In a vignette we see “a herd of animals” bring him an ingredient he needs for a school assignment, without even being asked.

Silver says “It’s nothing of the sort. Ever since I was a kid, any time I got lost or just felt discouraged when training went poorly, animals would come up and help me.”

Jamil calls him odd for his combination of falling asleep all the time and his popularity with animals and Silver agrees, saying, “I think so as well. What in the world am I…?” (This line changed in the NA-adaptation to, “If only I could figure out what that means.”)

Silver says that “forest critters” would help him pick wild strawberries back when he “lived in the woods” and Kalim calls in a favor with Silver, getting him to “call some of his bird friends” in a vignette.

Silver says that woodland bird and squirrels always give him wreaths they weave from flowers and twigs on his birthday. He says, “It’s tiny, but incredible charming”.

Being in the school’s equestrian club, we hear a lot about Silver’s interactions with horses. There is a white horse at the school that no one besides Silver ever had any luck riding (until Epel figures out how to do so), and another (or the same?) horse that “got a bit rowdy” in another vignette, resulting in Silver twisting his ankle while trying to calm it.

Ruggie says there is “something real majestic about the way Silver gallops around on horseback”, and Silver’s horseback riding skills impress Vil in another vignette where Vil drafts him into a project for the film club. When complimented Silver responds, “That’s because I was doing something that I do on a regular basis.”

Kalim describes a time he was in an art class with Silver, but his description makes it difficult to tell if Silver is particularly talented or particularly untalented artist: Kalim says, “His pencil line art was like, BAM! If I had to sum it up in a word, it’s be…powerful, I guess?”

The NA-adaptation of Floyd has two nicknames for Silver: he shifts between “Jellyfish” in some places and “Jellyfishie” in others.

His actual name for Silver is always “Jellyfish-chan” (pronounced: kurage-chan).

#twstsilver #twstfacts #silverfacts #twisted wonderland #Silver

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krysmcscience · 11 months ago

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Get ready for Amogus Spam!!!

Characters belong to @crinklytinfoil - I just came up with the designs and outfits~ All appearance details are taken directly from either the fics themselves (which, as always, approach with caution and MIND THE TAGS) or the comments sections of said fics, though I have also relentlessly poked Crinkle IRL for additional details, such as each character's name and individual fashion sense...or lack thereof (Finnegan) XD

(If you want to read the fics, keep in mind that you will need to be signed in to an Ao3 account first! And again - MIND THE TAGS! Shit gets dark FAST.)

The Skeld bois! The fucked up crew that started it all~ Only like five actual decent human beings on this crew, and all but one of them fukken DIED, lmao. (Congrats on surviving, Devon, you used to be Kind Of An Asshole but you got better. XD) Clark is such an Obvious Dad - it's why he had to die first, he was the only thing keeping shit together, True Facts, sorry you had to find out this way. <:/ Adam is so Fishing, I bet he fantasizes about having a trout boyfriend girlfriend in his spare time. :) Brown is Babby (stabby-babby), but we all knew that already. And then there's wannabe High Class Fuckboi Purple and his emo "boyfriend", yaaaay, can't wait to find out how Purple dies or anything like that, noooo... All that aside, White's outfit makes me want to die inside, why would anyone want to mix hippie and ouji lolita aesthetics??? White, please, no, even your fashion sense is torturous! D:>

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Corpatch babbies! Everyone on this crew is certified Babby. (Yes, even you, Skylar. Sorry I had to separate you from Pink in the final image, it was too wide and I hated it, please I'm sorry, put the wrench away-) Love that I got to mostly copy-pasta Devon, made my life so much easier after the artistic nightmare that was Stacy's outfit. Fun Fact: That dress is one of over a hundred jellyfish-themed lolita dresses I've designed! This one has a box jellyfish on it, along with other pretty deadly sea creatures, and is called 'Killer Cuties'~ Wilhelm gets to have some matchies with his platonic girlfriend as a treat, also (Fun Fact: he absolutely wears those novelty glasses to Serious Events). Skye's outfit upsets me personally but it's not as bad as fucking Finnegan's so they get a pass. Pink is, of course, The Best One, and let it be known that the little leaf pin is a reference to Bay~

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Doncaster folks! Such a long image...I blame Vance. Because I always blame things on Vance for some reason. It's just fun, okay? And also I'm bitter about how long it took to draw his damn Bobblehead mech. Him and Aurora both took what felt like a million years to finish, so now Vance has given me additional Drawing Wires trauma, and Aurora somehow seems Too Expensive for me to afford looking at her. Obviously the best part of all of this was everyone's favorite polycule of Brown, Green, and Red (I dare you to suggest they are not Precious), but I also enjoyed trying to come up with an outfit for Umber that screamed 'I think I'm the main character'. XD (If anyone can guess what's supposed to be on Black's shirt, meanwhile, they get a Gold Star!)

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And, as a bonus, a goofy scribble comic of the Doncaster AU, which I threw at Crinkle after initially requesting (read: attempting to commission) a What If Scenario where Brown never got brought along with White to the Corpatch, and so never met Pink, thus ensuring Brown remained Terrified of impostors. Because my brain wouldn't stop going hog wild over the concept for some reason. 8|

Finally, a WIP of the Parmenides bastards- uh, I mean, Totally Normal Crew of Fine Individuals who are Not At All Terrible. (Apologies to Danni, Marek, and Ashley for getting mixed up in all this, y'all deserved better.) Bet no one was expecting Johnny to be a certified Gamer Catboi, huh? But I bet everyone was expecting Kyle to look like a Born Republican, and possibly Mitch McConnell's estranged half-brother - cuz that's just how the guy is. So Delightful. Also I was totally not salty about having to look at Purple's stupid smug face again while modifying the copypasta of it, No Sir, why would that ever be the case? He's just so great and not the most hateable character ever or anything. (eyerolling intensifies) In other news, Kage's head is way too small and it's driving me crazy but I'll have to fix it later for the finished full-body chibi+bust piece and I'm D Y I N G. Anyway, no icon spoilers for this one - the fic itself is meant to make the readers wonder who the impostors are, so I'm not going to reveal anything on that front.

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THAT IS ALL

#art #among us #not my characters #my designs tho #i did my best and i have learned new things #like that older people are Hard To Draw XD #i am working on original stuff too i swear #original stuff that is heavily inspired by among us - true - but original stuff nonetheless

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luxudus · 1 year ago

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Barosaurus and the Morrison Formation.

I just finished all my final projects and graduated from my high school, meaning i finally have the time to start posting again! This was a project I made for my high school art class where i had to illustrate something into 4 quadrants, each quadrant being done with differing materials. I was originally considering doing my sophont species: the Xy'ktals. But decided to do something more paleoart related since it was outside of my comfort zone at the time. This project took me almost 2 months to make, I started working on it in late march and submitted it in late may. And almost half of it was spent researching the life of this formation and trying to accurately reconstruct it. I hope you all enjoy this art piece

My Statement

As an artist who loves the natural world, I became fascinated with the field of paleontology long before I discovered my love for the possibility of alien life. I was introduced to the field by the Jurassic Park film franchise and was thrilled by all the big monsters made to scare. I bought their toys, watched most of the movies, and enjoyed most of it. Eventually I phased out of Jurassic park. Many years later, when I was into designing aliens, I found a youtuber who made me rethink how I designed alien life. Teaching me that the human body plan is far from universal and we would likely make first contact with something that looked more like a jellyfish or a worm than a human. While browsing through their other videos I found out they did paleontology, and once again my eyes were open. To see what the natural world looked like before mankind came to be was amazing. Getting to see plants and animals beyond my wildest dreams, so different they might as well be considered aliens. Yet they felt familiar, they felt relatable. That is what made me fall in love with the field.

Nowadays I casually look into paleoart, looking into the depths of time and into the earliest ages of life as inspiration for my own alien worlds. While working on this assignment, I realized that not many people are up to date with the modern idea of the prehistoric. Most still think of them as scaly screaming scrawny slaughter machines. Some might even still think of them as the lumbering dim-witted kangaroo-like lizards of the 1800s to 1900s. With this work i intend to change that My goal with this assignment wasn’t just to draw dinosaurs, but to show everyone just how amazing the prehistoric world was. But most importantly, these were animals at the end of the day, not movie monsters made to scare. They lived simple lives of joys and sorrows, felt love, played with each other, and found happiness in the small things. They were no different than the animals of the modern world.

Introduction

To showcase this, I drew the many species that lived in the Morrison formation of Colorado, Wyoming, and Montana. A basin of sedimentary rock dating to the Jurassic period 150 million years ago. Back then this place was a semi-arid environment, home to swamps, floodplains, and savannahs. But this place didn’t look like modern savannahs now. For one, angiosperms such as flowers, leafed trees, and grass only evolved some 10 million years after all the dinosaurs went extinct. Meaning almost none of the familiar plants were present in the jurassic. Instead of our familiar faces, Conifers, Cycads, and Ginkgos took the role of trees, horsetails were a common sight, and Ferns took the niche of grass. In fact Ferns were so prevalent they became their own biome known as the Fern Prairies

The animals are also far different too. Unlike the depictions spurred on by Jurassic park, of big, gaunt, and mindlessly ravenous reptiles designed to kill. Through finely preserved fossils we now know most of them were covered in varying degrees of feathers. Some may have had simple hair-like feathers while others were almost birdlike in appearance, since birds actually evolved from dinosaurs. Pretty much every dinosaur that didn’t have a beak had lips covering their teeth. Their hands would have faced each other rather than pointing downwards. Lastly we know that pretty much all of them were covered in enough fat and muscle to not have every detail of their bones poking out like a starved animal The winged bird like-creatures named Pterosaurs too have changed a lot. We now know they were also covered in fur, and were possibly brightly colored too. their hands faced each other in the same way the dinosaurs did. Surprisingly they walked on the balls of their feet like us, and some were even postured like us too.

Barosaurus: the main star The dinosaur that’s the focus of this piece is a young male Barosaurus as he stands near a conifer tree. Relaxing in the cool moist air brought on by the passing rain of a Cumulonimbus cloud Barosaurus was an enormous species of herbivorous dinosaur that helped define the Morrison formation along with many other species. They were a part of the clade Sauropoda, a group of herbivorous dinosaurs renowned for their extremely long necks and equally long tails. Barosaurus wasn't the longest or the strongest sauropod. but it was still impressive at a staggering 82-89 feet long. This behemoth was so huge their front arm alone was as big as a human. Most sauropods had a uniquely weird set of feet. The hind feet were round and had 3 toe claws that pointed outward. While the front feet were horseshoe shaped, with the fingers all fused together and an empty space at the center. Only the “thumb” has a claw while the rest of their fingers were bare, save for possibly a collection of jagged scales that aided in traction. Like mentioned earlier, Barosaurus was an herbivore that specialized in high level browsing. They were also surprisingly flexible, the structure of their neck vertebrae gave them a wide range of motion, allowing them to eat tons of plant matter in wide sweeping motions without having to move an inch.

Despite their sheer size, the juggernauts of the Jurassic were still preyed on from time to time by Allosaurus and maybe Ceratosaurus. To counter this, the Barosaurus has a few weapons at its disposal, It could possibly rear up on its hind legs to make itself look even larger or even to stomp on incoming attackers. But its greatest weapon was its tail. It was thin and flexible, allowing the Barosaurus and its relatives to whip at their attackers with a thunderous crack, stunning the predators and possibly leaving long stinging cuts in them. Speculated here, the Barosaurus was given a vibrant set of brown and black patterning as a way to distinguish themselves from other sauropods. They possess a large black dewlap to displace heat all in one area while the main body remains light in pigment and the head mostly white. Several Eye-like patterns run down the neck as a form of sexual display as they could potentially swing their neck around as a display of their flexibility to mates. The tail by contrast is a bright green as both a warning sign to predators and a way to communicate with other barosaurs. And long spines run from the head to the tip of the tail, making their whips even deadlier to any predator even considering going after them.

And now It's time to talk about all the other species that make this formation famous. Organized from left to right

Tile 1: Graphite pencil and Fine art pen An Ophisthiamimus basks under the sun on a rock in the foreground. They were a 3 inch long reptile that specializes in insect feeding. Despite its lizard-like appearance it was actually a Rhyncocephalian. A near extinct order of pseudo-beaked reptiles that dominated the early mesozoic, but were beaten back by tue lizards. The only surviving species of this clade is the Tuatara of New zealand

An old bull Brachiosaurus wanders across the drylands. They were a tall species of sauropod dinosaur that had a length of 57-72 feet long and weighed 28-47 metric tons. They were so big their forearms were as tall as an adult male. They Were herbivorous and browsed on high up plantlife such as the leaves of conifer, ginkgo, cycad, and tree fern leaves. Speculated here, they could have had a large and flappy dewlap to displace heat. They may have also had several sets of inflatable neck sacs for sexual display since it was found internal air sacs ran down their neck and invaded their bones to reduce weight.

A small herd of very young Dryosaurs head towards the brachiosaurus for protection, in the same way a school of small fish orbit around a whale. Dryosaurus was a species of small and nimble ornithiscian dinosaur that may have grown to be 7-9 feet long. They were Herbivores that fed on low lying plantlife, picking them out with their pointy beaks before chewing them with a set of cheek teeth. So far no fossils of fully grown Dryosaurus have been found yet, so illustrated here instead are very young members of this species. Heavily Speculated here, they might've had a set of feathers turned quills on their tails and arms to stop larger predators from grappling on them. This feature was purely speculative and might've never existed on them.

A female Harpactognathus catches an unnamed early mammal from a hole in the ground. They were an extinct species of generalist pterosaurs that hunted small inland vertebrates and had a wingspan of 8.2 feet long. They were a part of the family Rhamphorynchidae, an early group of pterosaurs known for possessing toothy beaks and a long, thin tail.

Tile 2: Colored pencil and fine art pen A young male Allosaurus tries to get with a female of the same species with his elaborate courtship dance. Flailing his arms, rhythmically stomping the ground and bowing his head to reveal the bright red crest, the female however is unimpressed. Allosaurus was a species of 28-32 froot long theropod dinosaur that was one of 3 apex predators of the Morrison formation. They were discernible by the 2 pointy crests above their eyes. They specialized in hunting large prey such as stegosaurus and will sometimes come together in packs to even hunt sauropods such as Brachiosaurus and Barosaurus. They would've used their short but sharp teeth to slash into prey like a machete and used their short but muscular arms to hold onto their prey. Speculated here, they could have sported black stripes and white splotches in an attempt at disrupting its outline and masking its eyes and ears. As well as having intricate mating dances that would've shown their flexibility and persistence.

A young female dryosaurus hides behind the Barosaurus' leg, waiting for the perfect opportunity to avoid the allosaurus and reunite with the herd.

A male harpactognathus takes off on the back of the Barosaurus. Speculated here, they could've had some sexual dimorphism like their azhdarchid cousins

2 Mesodactylus play around on top of the back of the Barosaurus/ They were a small species of pterosaurs that belonged to the family Anurognathidae, a group of small round and furry pterosaurs. They were estimated to be between 4-5 centimeters in length. Sadly not much speculation went into them, other than a faint stripe on the underside of their wings, and the potential presence of play behavior. Something seen in all young mammals, some reptiles, fish, and even bees.

Tile 3: watercolor paint, a bit of acrylic paint, and a bit of Graphite pencil A herd of Camptosaurs run towards a lake after a long odyssey across the muddy drylands They were a species of medium sized Ornithopod dinosaurs that were 20 feet long and 6 feet tall. They were somewhat related to the previously mentioned Dryosaurus but are closely related to Iguanodon. One of the first dinosaurs ever discovered and named. They have 5 fingers on their front arm but only the front 3 end in claws They were somewhat slow herbivores that may have lived in small herds, browsing on medium sized plants and competing with the many similar sized herbivores in the region.

A pair of male Gargoylesaurs rest under a conifer tree Gargoylesaurus was a small species of armored herbivorous dinosaur ranging from 10-11 feet long but less than 3 feet tall. They are an early member of the family Nodosauridae in the Suborder Ankylosauria, meaning this dinosaur is related to the somewhat famous Ankylosaurus. Not much was speculated here other than the presence of a blue stripe running down their face as a form of sexual display

A lone Cycad tree amongst the fern prairie

Tile 4: Digital art

A stegosaurus gets inspected by a young and curious Ceratosaurus

Stegosaurus was a medium sized herbivorous dinosaur that was 23 feet long and 10 feet tall at the back. They can be easily recognized by the large asymmetrical dorsal plates running down the neck, body, to the tail. As well as the presence of 4 tail spikes named the Thagomizer. They were herbivores that fed on ferns, horsetails, and cycads with their uniquely crown shaped teeth. They could’ve possibly been carriers for Cycad seeds the same way elephants help disperse the seeds of savannah trees. Speculated here, the dorsal plates and thagomizer are brightly colored orange as a threat display towards their predators such as Allosaurus and Ceratosaurus.

Ceratosaurus was the second of 3 apex predators of the morrison formation. They were a medium sized carnivorous theropod that ranged from 21-22 feet long and 5.2-6.5 feet tall. They are discernable by the 3 hump shaped crests on top of their head, their long and slender teeth, and the presence of osteoderms running down their body. They shared the same habitat as Allosaurus, and could’ve possibly fed on similar prey such as stegosaurus, ornithopods, and possibly sauropods. Uniquely it has been suggested that Ceratosaurus could’ve fed on fish too as a way to avoid competition with Allosaurus Not much has been speculated on their design other than a bright yellow face as a form of sexual display and horizontal stripes possibly as a form of motion dazzle camoflauge.

A Kepodactylus soars across the fern prairie with an unnamed reptile in its mouth. Kepodactylus was a species of medium-sized pterosaur from the family Ctenochasmatidae, their distinct from other pterosaurs by possessing a crest akin to the later on azhdarchid pterosaurs while also having teeth akin to the Rhamphorhynchoid Pterosaurs. This species had a wingspan of 8.2 feet long The illustration of them eating a reptile, along with the patterning is entirely speculative as there was very little information to go off of.

Another male Barosaurus observes the one in the middleground, wary on whether or not it could become a friend or foe. Despite our conception of large herbivores being gentle giants, that idea couldn’t be further from the truth. Many cases in our modern world show large animals such as Goats, rams, boars, water buffalo, rhinoceroses, and even elephants will retaliate against their predators to devastating effects. Hippos of all animals are the absolute epitome of this truth, they are extremely territorial and frequently kill everything that comes too close. At least 500 people die from them every year. In some cases they will even kill baby hippos that they didn’t have a hand in creating, just to ensure their own bloodline succeeds above all others. It was very possible that prehistoric life could’ve matched this aggression, if not exceeded it. With the barosaurus’ ability to rear up on its hind legs, It could’ve used this to clash with other barosaurs. Whether it be over territorial disputes, fighting for potential mates, or simple distrust.

A male stokesosaurus basks on a pile of rocks in the foreground, getting ready to fan out its neck plumage to cool off Stokesosaurus was a 10-13 feet long theropod dinosaur that was apart of the clade Proceratosauridae and the superfamily Tyrannosauridea. Meaning this dinosaur was a somewhat distant relative to the world famous cretaceous era superpredator Tyrannosaurus rex Speculated here, Their coat of feathers is a stark black to combat UV radiation, they possess a patch of neck plumage that could fan out to displace heat. With the streaks of white stripes helping break up its outline and cool down what could’ve been the heat sensitive parts of its body. They could’ve also had a white underbelly to form countershading Fun fact: one of my friends has the same last name as the first part of this dinosaur's name, so as a tribute to our friendship I modeled the patterning and coloration of him. The neck plumage a tribute to his hair, and the coloration based off his clothing

#paleontology #paleoart #jurassic #morrison formation #my art #artist on tumblr #cloud art #landscape #dinosaur

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artzychic27 · 2 years ago

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Last ask for the night.

I always felt that Nathaniel and Miss Bustier looked similar. In fact, I thought they were related when I first saw them.

So it got me thinking,

Could you write a headcanon/scenes about what would happen if Miss Bustier was Nathaniel's mom?

What would change in canon? Would she make sure that he doesn't get bullied, seeing as how she's pretty naive to that stuff in canon? How would she be as a mom to him? Would his reputation change, seeing as how the teacher is now his mother?

I feel like it's a pretty interesting idea.

P.S., I can imagine that she'd be pretty embarassing to Nathaniel in class.

Miss Bustier: Nathaniel Kurtzberg-Bustier! . Go to your room at once!

Nathaniel: Mom, it's still class time. I can't just leave! I'll be marked absent.

Miss Bustier: I mean it young man!

(Nathaniel groans and leaves class, avoiding the confused stares of his classmates.)

And then he probably gets akumatized into a rebellious kid by Hawk Moth to get revenge on his Mom for embarassing him.

Caline and Aya marry, have Maison donate sperm so Aya can have the baby, and nine months later, Nathaniel!

With Aya as her girlfriend and the. wife, Caline becomes less lenient when it comes to rich kids

She’s still terrified of getting in trouble with the mayor, but she tries, especially since Nathaniel is one of Chloé’s favorite targets

She tries not to embarrass him in public, but it’s too hard!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: So, who can tell me… Nathan, you have paint on your face again. *Pulls out a napkin*

Nathaniel: Mom, not here.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Just a little bit-

Nathaniel: We are in the middle of class!

Kim: Wait… She’s your mom?!

Everyone, except Kim, knew Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier was Nathaniel’s mom since they were seven. They just never brought it up

Marinette almost thought she was kidnapping Nathaniel before she learned the truth

Nathaniel’s grades are a little better since Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier helps him with homework, and he’d be at the top of the class if Max and Marinette were in a different classroom

The two have an unspoken rule, no home interactions during school hours. So Kurtzberg-Bustier doesn’t use the dozens of nicknames she calls Nathaniel, and Nathaniel doesn’t call her mom

… Occasionally, there’s a slip-up.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: *Handing Nathaniel his test back* Excellent work, sweetie.

Nathaniel: Thanks, mom.

Everyone: …

Nino: … Of course, your realize, I have to tell everyone now.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Then you’re grounded- I mean, DETENTION! Detention if you tell someone.

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier always lets Nathaniel hide in the classroom when he’s escaping bullies

Again, she’s doing whatever she can to help her son, but Damocles still has the spine of a jellyfish when it comes to Chloé and her dad

But, when she heard how Chloé got her baby akumatized and exposed his crush on Marinette all on his birthday, then you can bet she was going to raise hell

So, three detentions, she has to write an apology letter, and the mayor has to get off his fucking high horse and know he can’t do shit with the school except take away funding. Even if he does, there are still plenty of students with wealthy parents who would donate their share of savings

… Damocles is still a little bitch, though, and blames those lower than upper class for getting bullied

Nathaniel’s reputation at school is about the same, but…

Louis: Dude, have you see Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier’s ass in those pants?

Nathaniel: THAT IS MY MOTHER!

Louis: Oh… *Looks behind Nathaniel* Checks out.

He hears comments like those all the time, and he would punch the assholes if not for his mom giving him detention and then grounding him at home

So, he resorts to a verbal lashing

Also, the teachers (Minus Damocles) have been pretty close over the years, so to Nathaniel, they’re his aunts and uncles

They even drive him to and from school when Caline is sick and Aya’s taking care of her

Now, cue Lila

She, of course, thinks that by getting in Nathaniel’s good graces, she can get some special treatment from Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier, which will make skipping classes easier

But, since Caline married Aya, she’s not falling for this girl’s bs about globetrotting and being best friends with Ladybug

She asks Nathaniel to keep an eye on Lila, and he follows her words to a T. So, he’s following Marinette following Lila who’s going into the jewelry store to get the fox tail necklace

Nathaniel: I don’t know what I should be more concerned about. Marinette stalking Lila or Lila lying to Adrien and the rest of my friends…

Marinette: Time to deal with that liar! Tikki, spots on!

Nathaniel: Oh… My classmate is Ladybug… Well, then. I’ll just be on my way.

Ladybug: Oh, that’s because we’re not friends!

Nathaniel: … Right after I watch this.

So, Nathaniel tells his moms that Lila was trying to lie to Adrien by pretending to be a superhero, and Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier knows to take her words with grains of salt

Also, he may have let it slip that Marinette was following Lila.

Aya: I told you that girl had some issues, dear.

Caline: Yeah, I figured.

Nathaniel: … Would now be a good time to tell you she’s also Ladybug?

Aya/Caline: WHAT??

Nathaniel: So, not the time?

So now, Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier allows Marinette to leave class for the weirdest reasons whenever there’s an Akuma attacking

But she’s still keeping an eye on that girl

Also, after Reverser…

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: *Flicking Nathaniel’s forehead* Don’t. You. Ever. Do. That. Again!

Nathaniel: Okay! I already told him I was sorry!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: Alright. That’s good… So, you got a crush on him, or what?

Nathaniel: Mom!

Mme. Kurtzberg-Bustier: What? When I was an emotionally-constipated teenager, I lashed out-

Nathaniel: I am going to bed now!

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #nathaniel kurtzberg #mom bustier #answered ask #ask me stuff

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haebeomsleftbuttcheek · 1 year ago

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Shouto’s first kiss

Genre: Fluff

Pairing: TodoKiri (Todoroki Shouto X Kirishima Eijirou), dash of BakuDeku.

Synopsis: Kirishima and Shouto have been spending a lot of time together, feelings come out and feelings are shared.

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After the second war, society has slowly been rebuilding itself, and they stumbled but they were getting there to a better place. The new school year at UA had started and Class-1A, though officially they should have moved up sooner, are now Class-2A and are eager to be just students just teenagers again. Todoroki Shouto for one was happy he could finally relax, the last year being one of the most difficult years to handle for him. His father’s abuse displayed to the world, and his eldest brother believed to be dead alive and a villain.

Now though Shouto could focus on his school lessons, his dreams of being a reassuring hero and pursuing these feelings he had for a fellow student. Since the start of the new year, Shouto has been spending more and more time with Kirishima, and this was his first time feeling like this. Feeling like he was made of jelly, whenever Kirishima complimented him, feeling fluffy whenever Kirishima was near, and he felt like he was invincible like he was free. So, Shouto wanted to keep feeling those feelings, and in that case he would take any moment any chance to hang with Kirishima. Which is why when the new aquarium opened Shouto got tickets, and invited Kirishima to join him there. The two had just arrived at the aquarium, and were admiring the fish swimming. The lil nemo’s, catfish’s and the small sharks. Shouto peaks into one of the tanks, and then at the small board that has information on them. Stonefish.

“Hey Kirishima it’s just like you” Shouto said smiling, as he pulled Kirishima over to the tank.

“A stonefish” Kirishima reads, and then looks at the fish, “ehh but it’s so ugly am I that ugly?” Kirishima whines with a pout.

“I think it’s beautiful” Shouto replies, as he looked at this fish, “you too” he adds quickly. Kirishima looks to him eyes wide, causing Shouto to surprisingly blush.

“Well come look at this fish” Kirishima said smiling, as he pulls Shouto over to another tank. “The emperor snapper its red and white just like you” Kirishima said, as he ruffles Shouto’s hair.

“Heh we both got our fishes then” Shouto said, as he watches the fish swim by, “let’s go see the sharks the big ones…they look even more like you” he said softly, as he drags Kirishima to the next section of the aquarium.

The rest of the day went on with them enjoying the sharks, which Kirishima took great pleasure in showing off his shark-like teeth to them. Entranced by the dolphin and whale show, and intrigued by the octopuses and jellyfishes. By lunchtime they enjoyed meaty burgers, surgery goods and milkshakes - strawberry for Shouto and mint chocolate for Kirishima. They ended the day by seeing the turtles, and listening to the seal talk before making a leave of the establishment. The day was going so well for them, the aquarium was buzzful, the day bright and everything was going accordingly well. Until they stepped out of the establishment, and the weather turns sour as rain begins to pour soaking the two boys.

“My father’s home is close by let’s go there until the weather dries” Shouto suggested, to which Kirishima wholeheartedly agreed with him.

So, the two boys took off running for his father’s house, in hopes of getting out of the wet and into the dry. Not that it mattered they were already soaked right through, but they ran nonetheless because they didn’t want to get colds. So they ran and ran until finally they made it through the front door of his father’s house. After everything Enji and Touya resided in the old house, while Shouto and the others lived elsewhere but it’s not to say Shouto never visited them. Shouto and Kirishima take off their shoes, and coats before heading further into the house. Enji soon appears from around one of the corners.

“Shouto what brings you here? Oh you brought a friend” Enji said as he allowed them into the living room, Touya was say on the couch.

“Hi I’m Kirishima Eijirou it’s nice to meet you” Kirishima introduced himself, even though it’s not like he was completely unaware of who Enji was.

“We’re just going to dry off” Shouto said calmly, as he grabs Kirishima by the wrist and begins to drag him away.

“I’m about to cook dinner why don’t you stay for dinner? both of you” Enji suggested, Shouto turned to look at his father shocked.

“Since when do you cook?” Shouto asked shocked, cocking an eyebrow.

“Old fart has to entertain himself somehow…now that he’s retired and one armed” Touya spoke up.

“Well stay” Shouto replies, he was curious now to see if his father’s cooking would be on par with Fuyumi’s or not.

“Thank you for the kind gesture” Kirishima said with a bow, before he followed Shouto out of the room.

They entered what was Shouto’s old room, and technically still was if he ever stayed over the night. Shouto fished out some fresh clothes for them both, as well as towels to dry themselves off with. Quietly the two changed from wet clothes to dry clothes, drying themselves as they went before moving to sit on the futon together.

“I had a lot of fun today” Kirishima said smiling, as he finished drying his hair off.

“Kirishima I….I want you to know that I really appreciated your support in everything….after the first war when everything was going wrong you were there for me offering me comfort, showing me support and comfort it felt like you were my biggest supporter and after the second war you were there again” Shouto spoke, finally bringing up a lot of what he’s been wanting to say to Kirishima, “thank you so much” he adds.

“You were my friend and you were hurting you don’t need to thank me but you’re welcome” Kirishima said gently, he smiled at Shouto, but he soon noticed the wet still dripping down Shouto’s face and off his hair. “Come here let me dry you off” he said softly.

Shouto scoots closer to him, and let’s Kirishima dry his face off with a small towel. He then throws the towel over Shouto’s head and begins to rub his hair dry, he paused as the towel draped over Shouto’s face.

“Eh?” Shouto murmurs confused, as he surrendered to Kirishima.

“Just stay still” Kirishima whispered, as he leans in slowly.

Kirishima closes the distance between them, capturing Shouto’s lips in a soft but passionate kiss. To which he eagerly returned with a slight worry in the back of his head, murmuring that he was coming off maybe too desperate. He wanted this though, he really did so he returned the kiss with a fluttering chest. His lips slowly moving against Kirishima’s as he wrapped his arms around Kirishima’s neck. After a few minutes which was probably closer to a few seconds, the boys separated but Kirishima kept the towel hiding Shouto’s eyes and Shouto kept his arms around Kirishima’s neck.

“I think I love you” Shouto blurts out, maybe it was just the euphoria of the kiss that made him feel this, but he was sure of himself for once.

“Me too” Kirishima replies his voice soft, as he moves the towel to cover Shouto’s lips. He stared into the mismatched eyes, that have been in his dreams and offers him a soft smile. “Me too Shouto” “Y-you called me Shouto” said Shouto, a smile gracing his face as he pulls the towel out from under Kirishima’s hand.

“I did….is that ok?” Kirishima asks, Shouto nods his head. “I’m going to kiss you again” he says.

Before leaning in and kissing Shouto again, who eagerly returned the kiss. They continued to kiss, cheeks flushed and body’s close as they clutched at each other. The kiss lasted a little longer than the first, but they soon pulled a part and settled down to cuddle and chat about the day, the fishes and the little things before dinner time.

Lil later,

After eating with Enji and Touya, the two boys had returned back to UA. So here Shouto and Kirishima were walking into the dorms, hand in hand and a huge smile on Kirishima’s face. They were greeted by Izuku and Katsuki heading their way with garbage, Izuku’s eyes beaming as he spots them.

“Todoroki Kirishima your back” Izuku exclaimed happily, as he stopped in front of them.

“Thank god I can finally stop hearing your yapping about half’n’half” Katsuki spat, as he takes in the couple.

“Hey that’s no fair we as a whole class had to put up with you raging for month heh if not years instead of just sucking up the fact that you love Midoriya” Kirishima exclaimed, as he defended himself.

“Why you” Katsuki growls, as he drops the garbage, “forgive me” Kirishima squeaks, as he quickly pecks Shouto on the cheek.

Before taking off as Katsuki gives chase, small explosions popping off as he chased. Shouto and Izuku laugh at their two boyfriends, and their silly antics.

“Let me help you Midoriya” Shouto said, as he picked up the forgotten bags.

“Yes because then you can tell me everything” Izuku beamed, as they left the dorm buildings together, and Izuku was happy to hear about how amazing the date was and how happy Shouto was. He had his first kiss, his first date and the feelings he had festered were fruitfully returned in earnest.

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clare-with-no-i · 8 months ago

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read chap 3-13 of theogeny this morning since i was free until 2pm (wanted to wait until it was complete before starting, and did 1-2 last night since i had some time). very nice story! the tone and style of your writing feels totally professional (and honestly surpasses many published authors i’ve read LOL). however, i was especially blown away by all of the historical details about ancient athens & greece. i’m as close to the opposite of an expert on the time period as possible, thus am not fully convinced this isn’t based on a true story where you got sent back in time, but then chose to come back to the present afterwards. were there any sources you leaned particularly heavily on? even my own experience writing a gen-ed history paper about the original Olympic games during my undergrad felt about as straightforward as navigating a swamp of hopelessly entangled, greek-speaking, arguing jellyfish, what with all the completely speculative secondary sources and glaring holes in the firsthand accounts of the events.

i’ve been away from the depths of the hp fandom scene for a year or two, but my recollection of your blog was that you’re a law student? given that law ≠ classical greek history (as far as i know), i’d say the fact that you specifically researched all of this for the story makes it even more captivating. (although the attention to detail does also align exactly with the depth of case-research i’d assume is possessed by the top-tier, most competent lawyers, though that is purely speculation). but if your real answer is the time travel thing, just blink twice and cite wikipedia or whatever ;)

also, i’m curious how realistic it is for a classics scholar to know enough ancient greek that she can carry even a stilted conversation with native speakers. if so, i find it mind-blowing that such depth of knowledge of a dead language is wrapped up into a subset of a history PhD—makes my own discipline seem like 3rd grade times tables.

LOL thank you so much! this is such a wonderful, detailed review! I can safely say that I have not traveled back to ancient Athens, but if there's any way I can visit for about a day and then return to the modern era please LMK…

so: I tended to use a lot of sources from Google Scholar, JStor, my own university's online library, what have you; there are a few times I went back and read through my old Classical Civilizations lecture notes, but I only ever took an intro class so I wasn't exactly delving into the minutiae. many of the sources are listed in the end notes, but I have an entire bookmarks folder (which I should probably delete) that looks like this lol

of course, I had to suspend my disbelief and expect/hope the reader would suspend their disbelief at the things that I just couldn't really know; but that was my moment for artistic liberty, which I used a lot of let me tell you.

and yes! I'm a second year law student. but I started this story when I was still applying to law schools :") I have worked as an archival and online research assistant/hired researcher/research fellow since I was 19 in my undergrad days, so I've become very familiar with the process of sifting through online archives. I also just really enjoy it! I love learning about areas of history I don't know a lot about, so this was just such a perfect passion project.

so — in terms of speaking Ancient Greek, I think it's absolutely possible that students at the PhD level would be able to communicate, given that many programs have really robust Greek language curricula. however, and this is something I touched on in the early chapters and something I researched to the best of my ability, the way that academic accents from non-Greek native speakers (aka, modern Greek people) sound is very different in pronunciation and would likely sound strange and unnatural to someone in Ancient Greece; such is the nature of language development. so, I think would have been pretty much like any non-fluent language speaker being thrown into an immersive program with no preparation.

I'm not here for any discipline ribbing, though! I'm sure whatever it is you study is just as challenging and engaging as Lily's field :)

#thank u again!!#ask #rwntz #theogony #<3

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