#Grow Taller Foot Patch

[tourturestarradio]

𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐘

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Pairing: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji (more added later) x Mermaid reader!

Prompt: After your family jewels were stolen you were determined to get them back joining you closest friend Monkey D. Luffy on his adventure to become the king of the pirates.

Warnings: none, this follows the live action!!

Part 1

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𝐒𝐍𝐄𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐏𝐀𝐒𝐓 my brothers I swam around to find the secret room, my father was as usual out doing important man stuff whatever that was...I got to the door placing my hand on it, I wondered how my dad even got that purple glow. I focused hard onto the door, squeezing my eyes shut "work dang it!"

I focused as hard as I could a light blue glow formed around my hands causing the heavy door to seemingly unlocked, smiling widely I stared at hands "it worked!" I pushed open the door and saw a line of necklaces.

Mines being all the way at the end, I swam up to it looking at all our different necklace designs.

They all had the same gem stone they were just different colors. I ran my fingers across my necklace picking it up carefully.

I swam out of the room closing the door behind me, I quickly swam out of the house and up to the surface to where me and Luffy would hang out on the docks.

I slid the necklace on, I didn't feel any different whatsoever. I looked down at my tail and saw well, my tail. Not a single leg in sight, I rubbed the necklace "hm maybe it isn't magi-" I saw a light green spark "huh?" the water started to swirl around me light green sparks zapping around my tail.

I started to grow dizzy as the water spun me around, but oddly enough I felt my tail start to separate into two my flipper shrinking in size and my scales disappearing. I squeezed my eyes shut as the bubbles flared up into my face, I looked down as the bubbles stopped.

And I saw...legs! actual human legs!! I climbed onto the docks, I tried to stand up but my legs wobbled and I fell down "aha! I have legs!" I still had my fins but they were smaller and the webbing in between my fingers was gone and my normal (f/c) skin looked blotchy some patches of skin were a (s/c) while others were (f/c). My father had told me about it but I had time remembering what it was called.

It was similar to what humans experienced called vitiligo. 

I looked back down to my legs wiggling my toes, I tried standing up again, I stood up straight my legs wobbling "o-ok making progress..." I took a step forward and fell flat on my face "ow..."

"Oi, you need help...uh walking?" I looked up and saw one of shanks crew mates, had brown skin and a blonde afro, I nodded "aren't you Luffy's little pirate queen?" he asked, could feel my fins warm up "u-um yes" he tilts his head, he pulled me up to my feet holding the back of my dress.

Wait I had clothes? I had a swimsuit that looked like a dress, I held the back of the males pants stumbling trying to walk "right foot....then left foot...right foot then...left foot..." I mumbled, I wobbled with every step but hey! At least I was walking!

As we walked I saw so many different people! Big, small, short, tall, pretty, ugly, it was very exciting!

"Oi Luffy guess what fish grew legs!" I heard the taller male exclaim, I peeked from behind his leg I saw Luffy sitting down looking sad a few stitches under his eye. He tilted his head but his eyes lit up as he saw me standing I waved to him. He jumped down from his seat and ran over to me tackling me down into a hug.

"You have legs!" he smiles widely, I smiled back nodding "they're hard to use though..." Luffy held my hands "here i'll help you!" we both began walking I followed his walking pattern.

He had a cheeky grin on his face "see it's not so hard is it?" we walked around the small bar a green haired woman looking down at the two of us with a smile.

Letting go of me he exclaimed "hey wait look what I can do!" Lifting his arm the woman cut in "Luffy no." he frowned and dropped his arm. I rubbed his back "well m-maybe you could show me around?"

Luffy brightened up tremendously "yeah! come on let's go!" he tried to run off but I wasn't used to moving too quickly and toppled over on top of him "s-sorry!" my fins glowed as I stumbled off of him. He sat up his cheeks dusted light pink, but he still got up and held my hand helping me walk.

Eventually he let go of my hand "you should try it on your own!" I gulped "b-but what if I fall!"  "come on Y/n just try it!" I shakily let go of his hand steadying myself I muttered "right foot first...then left foot...right foot...left foot"

Luffy smiled "see you're doing it!" I continued to walk around "I think I got it!" Luffy hugged me tightly "yay! I knew you could do it!" I hugged back tightly.

They two's friendship grew as strong as a rip current, nothing could truly pull the two apart. Over time the mermaid would sneak back to the surface to hang out with her only friend.

Then she suddenly just disappeared for a few months, Luffy waited for her everyday, for hours but she just didn't show up which wasn't like her at all.

He thought she just decided not to return.

Suddenly she was back, saying she had to take care of a few things for a while. Oddly enough she wouldn't return home, she'd swim around for a while but then she'd just come back up on shore.

Whenever Luffy asked about it she'd get upset and change the topic so Luffy just didn't talk about it anymore.

Growing up Luffy's brown skin got lighter but he still had a tan, his hair stayed curly, but he grew taller.

But not taller than Y/n, she grew to about 5'10 pretty tall but all that height was from her tail, the longer your tail the taller you'd be if you had legs, so it's safe to say she wasn't done growing.

Y/n looked mostly the same apart from her hair growing longer, but she grew to be a real beauty. Most people were either looking at her face or her thighs.

Another fun fact about being a mermaid, it made your thighs thicker for some weird reason. Y/n was a tad bit embarrassed about it but Luffy had utterly zero problems with it.

He quote "love how squishy they are, and they are great to lay on" but she must keep a watchful eye out. On more than one occasion he bit her thighs because they reminded him of marshmallows.

The only thing Y/n hated about being on land was the fact that she had to wear clothes! In all the time she spent as a mermaid she only ever had to wear a bathing suit top, that's it!

Apart from that she didn't need to worry about pants or skirts or shorts! But she hated the feeling of any fabric rubbing up against her legs specifically her fins that were located on the sides of her calves.

Y/n would wear short skirts, or shorts, shirts weren't really a problem for a while until, her gills stretched out a bit on her neck so anything rubbing up on that made her uncomfortable.

So she wore tank tops or tube tops, no long sleeves because once again her fins got in the way.

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Speaking of the two somewhere far off in the east blue a boy with pink hair and round glasses cleaned the lower deck of a ship mildly annoyed when he heard a thumping noise and muffled voices.

"W-Wait don't move I think I can kick out the lid.."

He followed the voices to a barrel that was shaking around.

"Your legs are in the way"

"u-um Luffy can y-you move your hand"

"why? i'm only touching your thighs?"

"N-No you're n-not"

"hey look your fins are glowing!"

The pink haired boy cocked his head to the side slowly stepping closer to the now glowing barrel.

"o-ok watch your head I'm gonna kick the lid"

Just as the voice said, a hard thumping noise and suddenly the lid slammed off the top, he heard more shuffling and a head popped out, it was a boy with a straw hat.

The pink haired boy shouted and stumbled away, Luffy got out of the barrel, while Y/n pulled herself out, but not without knocking over the barrel causing her to fall over.

Crawling out Y/n dusted herself off fixing her necklace. She tried to stand at her full height but she smacked her head on the roof of the lower deck. "O-ow..." following the sound of Luffy's voice she saw him talking to a pink haired boy, he stared at her.

She smiled and waved at him, he loosely waved back. They both stopped when they heard low snoring "wait is that a sea beast?" he snickered, the boy shook his head "no it's just Alvida snoring. if you both want to get out of here it's now or never" the two followed the boy.

Peeking their head out from the lower deck Y/n, Luffy, and the boy made their way up top Y/n staying close to Luffy.

She glanced around them seeing the sleeping crew mates, the pink haired boy handed Luffy an oar as he was about to send both them off but Luffy turned "Y/n do you need-" he stopped when he accidentally smack the oar into the side of a pole causing it to ring out loudly.

Y/n panicked as the crew started to wake up, while Luffy didn't look fazed at all.

"What's going on?"

Walking up a woman most likely the captain looked at the three, her gaze stopping on the pink haired boy. "Koby what's this? you're betraying me now?" Koby stammered "n-no captain Alvida...let me explain-"

She looked over at Luffy "you're too short and scrawny to be Roronao Zoro." he smirked at her "I'm Monkey D. Luffy," she placed her white hat on "never heard of you." "well, remember that name because i'm gonna be king of the pirates."

Both her and her crew laughed, Y/n glared lightly at the woman. "You must be new around here boy. because who's the most powerful pirate on the seas?" she looked around hearing her crew mates yell out "Captain Alvida!" she looked at Koby who stood silently.

She raised a brow "I'm sorry I didn't hear you Koby? who's the most powerful pirate on the seas?" Koby gulped nervously Y/n gently pulled Koby behind her "h-he doesn't have to answer you." Y/n wanted to punch herself in the face for stuttering. Alvida looked her up and down.

Clicking her tongue she asked "who're you?" Luffy smiled over to his close friend, "I'm Y/n Angelfish and I'm gonna be Queen of the sea!" Alvida looked somewhat interested "Angelfish huh?...so there is still one of you left." Luffy looked mildly confused, but he spoke "Koby is his own man, right?" he looked at Koby "shut up,"

Alvida spoke again "no, no, no he's not. He's mine and he'll always be mine." Luffy chuckled and raised the oar up "that's not what he told me. he said you were mean, and cruel, and you're as dumb as a sea cow" poor boy was shaking like a leaf.

Alvida was fuming now she swung the spiked club at the three, they ducked down causing her to hit the side of a wooden banister.

She swung the club back around making the people around her back up seeing as she almost hit them. One of her crew mates pulled out a gun and shot Luffy but he only puffed his chest out and the bullet popped right on out.

Shocking everyone but Y/n.

"Woah that was fun."

Alvida looked confused "what kind of monster are you?" she asked swinging at him once again only for him to stretch his torso and evade her attack.

He smirked at her "the stretchy kind."

He reached his arm back stretching an abnormally long "Gum gum!" her swung his arm forward "Pistol!" punching Alvida right off the boat.

Y/n looked over the edge of the boat, "uh is she gonna be ok?" Luffy only shrugged and walked away muttering something about needing food for a few days. Y/n was going to follow him but suddenly got light headed, she gripped the side of the boat "u-uh Luffy..." he turned around.

Seeing how she wobbled he came to her side quickly "you forgot how to walk again?" he joked, Y/n let out a small dry chuckle "water..." she mumbled, Luffy nodded and helped her sit on the side of the boat while Koby watched in confusion.

That confusion changed to shock as he watched Luffy push the girl overboard. He ran over leaning over the edge "w-what did you do?!" Luffy kept his smile "don't worry she'll be okay. Trust me, now come on let go get some food."

Koby looked over the edge, he could have sworn he saw a faint green glow but it quickly disappeared. Luffy dragged him away "come on"

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A/n: hope you enjoyed!

[henwinchesters]

thinking 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗘𝗥𝗡! reader who meets kyle in their recruit years. you both were nothing but scrawny young teens looking to make a change and a find a decent way of living.

you became best friends, went through the toughest of training together and watching gaz grow beyond reasoning. whenever you were injured he was in your room, patching you up, making you feel better, and vice versa.

you were the more troublesome one out of the two for sure. sure gaz liked to get in on your escapades sometimes but that was once in a blue moon.

the best of friends and always glued to the hip is what you were. the other recruits would even joke around and state that you two were soulmates and meant to be just because of how well he knew you and could handle you.

your boyish behavior, your heavy southern accent and the way you were unapologetically you, the way you tried to push yourself and outdo everyone is what had gaz’s heart palpitating in his chest. the way you were able to push aside that rough country boy attitude and go soft for him.

a drunken night out led to him slurring out his confession for you, gripping at your clothes as you kiss one another sloppily and with no coordination. and the rest of the night was a blissed blur of drunken pleasure. he was your first everything and you were his.

that was until you two ended up splitting. gaz gaining rank caused him to be transferred to another unit and that was the end of everything that once was

eventually years pass, both you and gaz have grown. there isn’t a night where you don’t think about the pretty soldier you use to spend your time with, how you two use to share a bed and laugh about the things you’ve done to get in trouble.

there’s a picture you keep of him in your wallet that you stare at in your free time—reminiscing of the times you’ve spent and could have shared.

then you’re transferring to task force 141, a new lieutenant with more than enough notches underneath his buckle to know what the hell is going on. imagine when you first step foot into the briefing room. eyes scanning the room as captain price introduces you to the others.

you miss the way gaz’s eyes widen when he see’s your huge frame step through the door behind the captain’s. the way his pretty brown doe eyes burn holes into your body while you talk.

when you lay eyes on the man who is still undoubtedly the love of your life — the man you use to know. your eyes become comically big for a moment, they linger and god he is still incredibly beautiful.

gaz felt his gut stir when he heard you talk. you don’t sound like the kid he got to know way back when. you sound mature, your voice is more gruff and your voice more deeper. you’re taller, bigger, more mature—everything he wants and more.

but then he see’s that youthful smirk pull at your lips and he knows for a fact that you’re still the same guy he met all those years ago.

© ASTROKNOTT 2023 !

[luvnami]

not a glory hole! - chapter 14

an | the more i write this, the less romantic i feel like im writing them to be... which isn't bad! per se... / mlist cw | ageless/mdni (18+)

“i need your help.”

you look up from your phone, bemused when ushijima pushes the curtain aside and appears in your living room. you briefly wonder when hiroko-san is coming back from her vacation. there’s a small part of you that doesn’t want the hole in the wall to be repaired, but you ignore the thought and push yourself up and off your sofa. 

“my help? what’s wrong?” you take a good look at ushijima’s face. “oh.”

an angry pimple swells on the tip of his nose. it’s extraordinarily large and begging for you to pop it. 

“it hurts,” ushijima says, deadpan. “tendou says i should put a pimple patch on it. do you have some i could borrow?”

“i do, but…” 

as it turns out, your normal stash of transparent pimple patches were used up by a recent breakout. all you have left are star-shaped patches, more for aesthetic purposes than anything else. ushijima stares blankly at them. 

“do i just put one on my pimple?” he turns the packaging over and glances at the ingredients.

“yeah. you should change it in the morning, if you need another one.” you nod in affirmation. “that’s a huge pimple, though. how did you get it?”

that’s how you find out that ushijima’s skincare routine consists of face wash that isn’t suited for his skin type, and moisturiser that clogs his pores. 

“wakatoshi-kun! that’s… that’s terrible!” 

you might as well have watched him murder someone. ushijima shifts his weight from one foot to another sheepishly. anyone else would have assumed that he was being scolded by his mother for not finishing his homework. 

“i’ll bring you to buy some products next time. seriously! i can’t believe this…” you huff and shake your head.

ushijima heads back to his apartment, guilty as charged.

the next morning, kageyama drops his water bottle when the wing spiker shows up to training with a star on his nose. 

“hey, rudolph!”  romero laughs.

“doesn’t rudolph have a red nose?” hirugami picks up kageyama’s water bottle and hands it back to him. “shoko was talking about those pimple patches recently. they’re popular online.”

ushijima nods. kageyama stares. hoshiumi stares off into blank space, wondering why he had to join a team full of airheads. 

“i borrowed some from my neighbour. i have a pimple on my nose.”

romero laughs again. “a pimple! jeez, ushijima-san. are you going through puberty again?”

ushijima frowns. he hopes he isn’t, but it would be nice to grow taller still…

[loveysloveclub]

marys song - jack hughes

in which, you had always loved the boy next door.

your parents had been best friends with ellen and jim hughes long before you were ever born. so, it was no surprise that you had grown up alongside the hughes boys.

quinn was like an older brother you never had. he was the one you would run to when luke or jack were being too mean or when you had fallen off your scooter trying to beat luke in a race. he always took your side, even when you were in the wrong.

you and luke had been the closest growing up, since you two were the same age. he was your best friend. you helped him get girls and he scared away all the guys that were ever interested in you. you two stayed up all night, communicating through your bedroom windows. he was your partner in crime.

and jack? jack and you had always had a strange relationship. you had realised you liked him when you were six and he was hanging out with another girl that lived on the same street at you. her name was sally and you hated her guts from the second you saw jack tie her shoe lace. seriously, who even wore laces back then? it was all about the velcro.

age seven

you had found jack sulking in his backyard, kicking the grass with his shoed foot. you didn't know why he was upset, you were simply looking for luke.

"what's wrong with you?" you had asked him, your arms crossed and head turned up. you were quite angry with him that day, you had seen him kiss sally on the cheek during a game of truth and dare that you weren't allowed to play in earlier that week.

"no one here to play with me." he sulked, once again taking his anger out on a patch of grass. "where is everyone?" you had responded, slowly taking a seat next to him on the grass field. "luke got hockey and quinn at the movies with his friends, he said i wasn't allowed t come."

"why didn't you ask me to play?" you had asked the boy, who barely shot you a glance before shrugging his shoulders. "yous been moody all week."

you glared at the boy, "i'm not moody, maybe you just annoying."

"i'm not annoying, you're annoying!" he shot back, standing up from the grass and over you. you stood up just as quick, crossing your arms and standing on your tippy toes to seem taller than him. "you're always annoying me, jack!" you shouted.

jack rolled his eyes, "you should go home 'fore i beat you up."

jack would never have touched you, he was always threatening everyone with the same stuff. but you took it to heart anyways, tears filling your eyes. "i don't like you anymore, jack."

and with that, you were off back to your own home.

jim had watched the whole interaction with a small smile, he had an ongoing bet with your own father that you and jack were gonna end up together. it was all for laughs, something to bring up every christmas dinner.

little did he know.

age sixteen

you were practically bubbling with anticipation as you bounded down the stairs of your summer house, phone in hand with the text message from luke saying they had arrived on the screen.

you had seen luke all year, of course. but you hadn't seen quinn or jack since christmas last year due to hockey. you also knew that they had both brought some friends they had met through hockey, and had always had a thing for hockey players.

"bye mom! bye dad!" you yelled as you slammed the front door behind you and bounced over to the hughes household. luke had told you to just walk in, like you weren't already planning on it.

the hughes house had always been significantly louder than your own, you being an only child and there being three of them. but the noise that greeted you when you walked in was other worldly.

screams were heard, along with heavy footsteps as people ran around. you smiled to yourself as you crossed the barrier into the living room.

luke had an unfamiliar boy on top of him, holding a pillow over his head. jack laughed as he held back quinn, who was attempting to help luke. and two more unfamiliar boys yelled at the tv screen as they played some sort of hockey based video game.

"jesus, what in a warzone is going on here?" you laughed at the sight, and six pairs of heads snapped towards you. the boy on top of luke fell off him, as luke bounded to his feet and marched over to you.

"come on, holly. we're leaving these psychos to their own devices." luke stated as he grabbed your hand and attempted to drag you off to his room. but you stood your ground, ripping your hand from his before bounding over to quinn.

"quinny!" you exclaimed before enveloping him into a hug. the boy groaned at the sudden impact, before mumbling a small "hello bug."

as you released him, you turned to jack. the boy smiled at you and time seemed to stop. you hated how all this time and distance would never put your mind at ease when it came to jack hughes.

he opened his mouth to say something before the boy who was previously suffocating your best friend with a pillow intercepted him. "trevor. trevor zegras. it's lovely to meet you. have you seen the house? let me give you a tour." you had practically grown up in the hughes summer house, but you decided to not tell the excited boy that as you allowed him to grab your hand and guide you upstairs.

you turned back to look at jack, who already seemed to be staring at you. you offered him a shy wave and smile before turning back around.

no one seemed to realise how jack's eyes lingered on your retreating figure, no one except quinn who smirked at the sight.

he so couldn't wait to tell jim.

age twenty one

you mumbled small apologies as you pushed passed people in order to get to the authorised portion of the prudential centre. jack had just won his game with an overtime shot, and you were bubbling with excitement for him.

finally finding where you were supposed to be, you quickly flashed your pass before being let through by security. you passed many devils players that you had met over the passed year or two, offering them small congratulations.

you found luke before jack, crushing the taller boy into a hug before shaking his shoulders aggressively. "you were so good, lukey!"

luke simply shook your hands off him, his face stuck in a permanent fixture of smiles, before telling you he'd meet you at the car. you nodded your head before walking off, eyes searching for the middle hughes child.

when you spotted him, he was just wrapping up a conversation with his captain, nico.

"jack!" you exclaimed to get his attention, he seemed to look around aimlessly for a few moments before his eyes landed on you, a large smile overtaking his features as he began his trek in your direction.

upon reaching you, he wrapped his arms around your waist, "hey baby."

you smiled as you wrapped your own arms around his neck, offering him a kiss as a congratulations. his lips chased yours, but you were quick to pull away. laughing at his pout, "i'm proud of you."

the boy simply hummed before reconnecting his lips to yours. you pulled away again, "and i love you."

"i love you too." he smiled before reconnecting his lips to yours once more, groaning when you pulled away again. "and luke's waiting for us by the car."

and with that, you were dragging a sulking jack through the prudential centre.

[ms0milk]

no cw so self indulgent, farmhand nanami showed up from nowhere like he was made in a lab to bewitch you <1k

He would look better on horseback this morning, cantering through fog falling cold from the mountains. Nanami is a handsome rider and he’s strong enough to do it well. His hips roll like they should in a saddle and his hair was always meant to be mussed by a breeze. Reins fit nicely in his golden hands. Regal might be a word you use as you bundle up in your doorway, watching the man emerge from a quickly-overgrowing gate at dawn. A word you might use if Nanami was actually on horseback and not leading your horse on foot, clearly mired with bramble thorns from waist to boot.

He’s wearing your hat. Nanami draws it low to hide his face and your sweet horse nips at his hand as they walk together; their gaits are both heavy with sleep. He’s never once looked disheveled but this morning his clothes hang quite well over his jeans where he’s usually so careful to tuck them in and in all he embodies the farmhand’s equivalent for wearing odd shoes to carry groceries inside.

A canvas coat that is clearly much too small on his broad shoulders, is thrown over a dress shirt– possibly two– you’ve never seen before and he couldn’t even manage to button one closed. His undershirt glows obnoxiously underneath as it hugs the shapes of his firm body. It’s a blessing to watch, a thought you will keep to yourself, and you open your door a bit wider in invitation.

“Early ride?”

He peers out under his brim at the sound of a voice and tips the hat off his head with a quickness when he sees you. He tightens his sleepy posture. Your pretty cream gelding is returned to his stall for breakfast before Nanami answers your question.

The only thing between the back stalls and your front door is moss. The earth this farm belongs to is wet with life. A thousand horseshoes have flatted the walkway like pressed powder and still the dandelions grow, pollen falls, petals fall, rain falls, snow falls freezes and melts and still your stables are warm and your dusty clearings grow grasses. You tighten your shawl around your shoulders. The morning fields are all mist and the sun can’t be bothered to warm you.

If you surprised him, it doesn’t show. Dewed pebbles crunch under Nanami’s boots as he crosses the clearing to reach you, you standing chilly in your sleepshirt with coffee brewing in the kitchen. You’d like to know why he’s wearing half the bramble patch as pants.

“M’sorry miss,” he rasps like he hasn’t spoken yet today and a quick twitch of his brows is the only thing that hints at embarrassment. Man of few words. English doesn’t seem to be his first language but he won’t tell anyone a thing about himself past what you all can observe. He works well, he works quietly. The animals love him and he doesn’t mind a bit of dirt. Nanami showed up in town a few months ago and the old boss hired him outright when she saw him in a full suit at sunday market. Horndog. She knew how good he’d look in chaps.

“Excuse my thieving” he murmurs this time to keep his voice soft and hangs your hat on the horn beside your door.

“Don’t call me miss, Mr. Nanami.”

“Excuse that too.”

Your hat hugged him too tight and his hair suffers for it, blond bits stuck flat to his head like a teenager with bedhead. He has to hang his head low to look at you for how much taller he is and you haven’t decided whether his dedication to eye contact is chivalry or flirtation. He’ll look through you to the bone with those sharp brown eyes, even if you’ve only just whistled good morning. Something inside him can’t help but call you miss.

“I’d love to hear this story,” you yawn slightly and gesture to his outfit, “I put a pot on.”

Nanami’s head tilts so slightly as he considers all the ways he might decline such an imposing offer but when you bump the door open a touch and bitter, bread, and jam roll out into the morning air you know you’ve got him. After all, what cowboy can resist coffee?

farmhand nanami tag <3

[strawberryshortcake1495]

So I was rereading my sister’s old James and the Giant Peach book and I was struck with an idea.

Introducing…the Amazing Digital Peach!!!

If you read the JATGP book or watched the 1996 movie, you already know pretty much the whole plot.

Pomni is a 7-year old human girl who’s orphaned and has to live with her two relaxed but extremely neglectful uncles. They’re too lazy to do anything other than sit around and compliment themselves so they make Pomni do all the work around the house. They let her roam around freely but they’ll lock her in her room if she tries to go down to the shore to play with the other children.

One day, she’s doing work and comes across an old computer. She turns it on and on the screen it shows Caine, obviously. He tells her about these cool crocodile tongues that are inside a jar buried underneath where she found the computer. He instructs her on how to cook it properly and wished her good luck. Curious, little Pomni digs the jar out with her bare hands (because the dirt is really soft) and she decides to hide it from her uncles. If they find it, they’ll probably eat it and something bad might happen. She runs inside the house and to her room. It doesn’t have a lot of things in it, except for a rag doll, a gummy alligator, a king chess piece, a tragedy mask and some red ribbon, a purple bunny plushie, and a box full of random toy parts. Pomni trips on a broken floorboard and drops the jar of crocodile tongues. It breaks open and most of it spills onto her stuff. She tries to grab them (the crocodile tongues) but they’re already out of sight. She even saw a few actually crawl out of her window and towards the old ancient peach tree that was in the garden. With a bleeding foot and tears on her face, Pomni climbs onto her bed and decides to clock in for the day.

The next day, Pomni wakes up to find all her stuff gone! But she doesn’t have time to look for them, because her uncles are making a commotion outside. The ancient peach tree which hasn’t been able to grow a single peach in its entire lifetime, has started growing a peach that kept getting bigger and bigger and BIGGER. At first, Pomni’s uncles planned on eating it but then they decided to show it off to everyone else. Pomni was forbidden from going outside during the open house though, and was locked in her room. At night, her uncles send her out to clean up the mess (but they gave her an eaten chocolate bar to give her some energy). While cleaning, she noticed a hole inside the giant peach and went inside it. She climbed through the long passageway before she got to the seed, where a door was carved into it. She opened it and you can all guess what happened next. If you can’t, I’ll tell you anyway. Pomni saw all of her stuff inside the seed room, but they were much bigger and taller than her, and they seemed…ALIVE. Zooble notices her and welcomes her in the crew. Then Jax asks her to go through his endless wardrobe and get him his black leather jacket, and Pomni was way too scared to protest. He explains that he had gained sentience only 13 hours ago and the others chime in. Pomni tells everyone about the crocodile tongues and everyone’s weirdly calm with that. Once Pomni finds Jax’s black leather jacket, she gives it to him, and some rough banter between him and Kinger ensue. Gummigoo then noticed Pomni’s wounded foot and offers to patch that up for her. He takes out the tiny splinters, cleans the wound, and then bandages it with some gauze. Pomni is very grateful for his kindness and decides that she likes Gummigoo, as well as Jax because his snarky personality was entertaining. Then everyone goes to sleep, with Zooble making the beds by knitting string.

The next day, Pomni wakes up with the group cheering and hyping Jax up. Ragatha explains that Jax has razor-sharp teeth and he’s currently gnawing away at the stem that kept the giant peach from rolling off the hill. Pomni didn’t want to leave her uncles behind, since she didn’t really hate them, but decided to stay inside the room instead of leaving. Ragatha offers to carry her so she wouldn’t fall when the peach starts rolling, and Pomni agrees. She liked being held by her new friend, it reminded her of her late mother. Though the holding thing didn’t work, because when Jax finally broke the stem, the peach started rolling down the hill and the first thing Pomni did was fall out of Ragatha’s arms. Meanwhile, her uncles didn’t even seem to notice that she hadn’t returned last night and were just counting their money. When the peach started rolling, they were instantly crushed (R.I.P).

And the rest is pretty much what happens in the original book! I’m not good at drawing, so I’ll give you key design details if you ever want to make fanart of this AU.

Pomni has cute little pigtails, like this ⬇️

She also wears a dirty white gown with short sleeves!

Jax has a little tuff of hair at the top of his head and he wears a simple black leather jacket over his overalls (you can give him sharp teeth too if you wanna stick to the razor-sharp teeth thing)

Ragatha, Gummigoo, and Gangle look pretty much the same lol

Zooble has a bit of a darker color scheme, with more purples, blues, and blacks. It doesn’t have to be specific, she does canonically mix and match.

Here’s a little fun fact: Pomni’s uncles are based off Chad and Max, Gummigoo’s friends (and apparently brothers according to the wiki). They’re not maliciously evil so I made them chill but they are kinda supposed to be problematic so I made them extremely neglectful.

Anyways, hope you guys like this! I think I’m seriously cooking here.

[azsazz]

Mirror Mirror

Cassian x Reader

Summary: Anon req: cassian x reader where he’s fingering the reader in front of a mirror 🙈

Warnings: Smut, fingering.

Word Count: 1,949

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“That wasn’t very nice of you,” Cassian comments lowly, “Teasing me at the dinner table like that.”

You look up from your book, mouth going dry as you catch sight of your mate entering the room from the attached bath. His fluffy white towel is tied so low on his hips that you can see the jutting vee and dusting of dark hair dipping down into the soft fabric.

Gods.

You can’t seem to look away, even after all of this time together, his beauty still stuns you.

His long hair hasn’t yet been brushed out, tangled and dripping over the mountains of muscle packing his broad chest and shoulders. Your hungry gaze follows a droplet as it rides the planes of his chest, the hard lines of his abdominals, right down into that fuzzy patch of hair.

You lick your lips and when your gaze returns to your mate's face you find him smirking.

“Sorry,” you mutter, face growing hot as you sink further into the bed, raising your book to cover the temptation that is the glorious male on the other side of the room. You clench your legs together beneath the covers that are suddenly too hot against your heated body.

He was right. You had been teasing him at dinner. A foot dragging up the inner seam of his pants, batting your eyelashes innocently when he’d given you a stern look in response to your antics. 

“I don’t think you are,” he responds gruffly, walking towards the armoire, uncaring that each long stride had the knot of his towel loosening, slipping down over the curve of his ass.

Cassian knows that you’re watching just above the bridge of your book, the godsdamned Illyrian perception was like magic, always seeming to know your next move before even you did. 

“You know, if you’re going to stare, why don’t you come over here for the best view?” he asks, looking at you through the mirror, his cocky smirk makes your stomach twist with anticipation.

You don’t have to be told twice, scrambling out of your bed to meet your mate where he’s rifling through the drawers.

Cassian spins around, catching you off guard, pinning you to the warm front of his chest with a firm grip across your waist and a gentle hand on your throat. Damnit, you fell for whatever plan he’s got going in his head right now.

You swallow, wondering if it’s the knot of his towel or his stiff cock that’s pressed up against your ass.

“You want to flaunt and tease me all night?” He asks softly, hands moving up to caressing your face before his large hands slide across the swell of your throat and to your shoulders, turning the both of you around to face the full mirror of the wardrobe, his body still molded to yours.

He’s a looming figure behind you, tall and strong, over a foot taller than you.

His hand slips beneath the hem of the shirt you’re wearing, his shirt, his calloused fingers brushing up the smooth skin of your stomach. It makes you shiver against him, eyelashes fluttering, mouth parting in a near gasp as you lean your head backwards against his chest.

Cassian hums disappointedly against the shell of your ear and it makes your entire body buzz. His thumb brushes over your pebbled nipple and a gasp slips from your mouth as you arch into him.

“Ah, ah, ah, honey. I want you to watch.”

You blink, unsure if you’ve heard him correctly, but he’s moving his hand from your waist, gently taking hold of your chin and tilting your head downwards until you meet his lusty hazel eyes in the mirror again.

“Okay?” His words are like silk but his touch is electric, dragging his large hand down your stomach to dip into the waistband of your panties.

You’d forgone anything else, more comfortable in just your underwear and one of Cassian’s large t-shirts while you waited for him to join you in the bed.

You realize that he’s still waiting for you to respond, running his fingers back and forth across your mound, not daring to move any closer to where you desperately want him.

“Yes,” you breathe, locking eyes with him. Cassian kicks your legs apart with ease and you gasp as his hand slips downwards in a fast stroke, parting your lips, searching for that wetness.

You exhale harshly at the same time his lips make contact with your neck, kissing and suckling at the skin, working his way closer and closer to the spot he knows makes you weak, all while he runs a finger through your slick.

“Good girl,” he purrs, looking at you through lowered lashes in the mirror. It’s clear that he had been thinking of a way to get back at you for your teasing, and with a bit of teasing of his own while he forces you to watch in the mirror is the perfect punishment for his mate.

He knows exactly what he’s doing and you were foolish enough to think that he would let what you had done go. No, that wasn’t your mate at all. You’d thought he was going to react how he normally does, chasing you up the stairs after dinner with a cheeky pinch to your ass, but this…this erotic torture of his…you can admit you quite like it.

Until he keeps playing with you, stroking and rubbing at your clit in delicious patterns, drawing you nearer and nearer to the edge, then pulling back to give his attention elsewhere. 

It’s infuriating. As is trying to keep your eyes on yourself in the mirror. All you want to do is let your head fall against his chest in pleasure, but everytime that you do Cassian stops what he’s doing with a low scold, and you huff in frustration, snapping your eyes back to his sinister  reflection.

Cassian’s warm hand glides up the front of your shirt and you whine because he should be under the fabric, not torturing you by staying on top of it. But it’s clear his destination when he continues his path upwards after giving your nipple a harsh pinch that makes you yelp because you haven’t been looking in the godsdamned mirror at him.

He reaches your throat squeezing gently, not enough to make a difference but you keen nonetheless, rolling up onto your tiptoes to push your neck into his retreating hand. The fingers in your cunt nearly slip out and you’re torn between letting them fall out of you so you can feel the hot press of his fingers pinching your pulse points or settling down even further on his digits digging into your cunt in the most delicious way.

Your decision is quick as you clench around his fingers, mouth parting in a needy sigh as they push father into you as you return to the flats of your feet.

“That’s it baby, open your mouth for me,” he breathes. He’s no longer watching you through the mirror as your jaw drops ajar at his soft words, he’s tall enough that he can look right down at you, cock throbbing as he slides a finger into your waiting mouth.

He groans as you begin immediately sucking, eyes rolling into the back of your skull as you do so, a lewd moan muffled by his thick finger. It resonates with him, makes the bond pulse with pleasure and your noise melts into a needy whimper at the feeling, clawing at the golden skin of of the hand he has fucking into you.

You grind down on his fingers, circling and writhing against him. The towel has long since fallen, no match for the sensual swirl of your hips, the harsh grind you give him when he does something absolutely pleasurable. You’re chasing your orgasm as he slides his fingers up to your sensitive clit, rubbing the swollen bud with fervor. You can feel it building, that flame licking up your body, stomach coiling in anticipation, ready to cum with a cry of your mate’s name–

His fingers slide away, back into the hot cavern of your cunt and you growl frustratedly until his fingers dig backwards down your throat, choking the sound off.

That makes you look back into the mirror, glaring at him like a brat because he hadn’t let you cum.

His smirk is fucking sinful, heavy-lidded as he speaks, voice gruff, “Not very fun to be teased, is it?”

You shake your head, the only thing you can do with his fingers deep inside your throat.

“I bet you want me to fucking stick my cock inside of you so you can see what I see when I fuck you,” Cassian growls, dipping down to speak against the side of your neck before sucking roughly. His hot breath mixed with his calloused fingers pressing into your dripping cunt sends shivers up your spine and you cry out, begging.

“Yes, yes, please Cassian, I want that.” You hope he can make out your pleas around his fingertips.

“Well that’s too bad,” he grunts. He’s fully hard from where he’s pressed up against your back but he won’t give in, not tonight. This night is all about you and how he’s going to punish you for teasing him at the dinner table.

“I’ve just showered and now you’re making me all wet again,” he grunts and it’s true. Your knees are shaking with the pace he’s setting and he must realize this because he’s removing his fingers from your mouth, making sure to smear the saliva across your lips, catching the drool you weren’t able to swallow around his enormous fingers and stuffing it back into your mouth.

For a fleeting moment you wonder how his wrist isn’t sore but then his thumb brushes your clit at the same time he slides across that bundle of nerves inside your cunt and you’ve forgotten all about it, throwing your head back with a noise that nearly makes him cum against the thin fabric separating your ass and his throbbing cock.

Your knees give out with a cry but he’s catching you with his free hand, holding you up against his chest as he works you through your orgasm, circling the delicate bud with a knowing touch that goes from rough and quick into smooth, calming strokes.

“That’s my girl,” he kisses the damp hair sticking to your forehead, hazel eyes cast into the mirror to watch you. The rise and fall of your chest, the crescent marks you’ve left on his skin from how hard you’d been holding him when you’d cum, the bulge of his hand in the fabric of your panties, soaked nearly through.

“Such a good job, Love,” he murmurs, slowly removing his hand from your pants. As much as he wants to lick your orgasm from his fingers and finish himself off from just the taste he’s wiping the wetness onto your shirt, ignoring your weak protest as he does so.

“You can’t possibly think that I’m letting you sleep in this now, Love,” he grins, pressing a soft kiss to your lips that makes you follow for more, pressing up to the tips of your toes on shaking legs, enjoying how loving and gentle your mate is.

“More kisses in bed,” he promises, scooping you up into his arms, “But first I’m going to clean you up.”

“But you didn’t cum,” you protest weakly, sated from the knee-knocking orgasm you’ve just gotten.

You snuggle closer into his chest as he laughs, the steady rumble a perfect lullaby.

“Oh yes I did, Love. Yes I did.”

[sandcobangevent]

I Got You

by cup1ds_lover and @atlitudes

John notices the absence of the steady weight in this jacket pocket as he’s chasing Sherlock (who’s chasing a criminal) in a dead sprint down the Thames bankside.

He can feel his heart beating in his temples, in time with his shoes pounding into the damp cobblestone pathway. The chill of the night air numbs his fingers and the ends of his ears sting red.

The case had been a long one, following unreliable witness accounts, blurry security footage, and the tedious paper trail of jewelry smugglers moving valuable gems through the prop department of the Globe Theater– an engaging adventure for the listeners for sure. This is what John had been thinking of, imagining how worth it this all would be when he realized.

He couldn’t believe it. He forgot. He forgot the mic.

The worst part is that he knows exactly where he left it. He can see it in his head, sitting on the curb outside the theater where he and Sherlock had paused before the detective suddenly spotted their primary suspect, back to revisit the scene of the crime.

Said primary suspect has just… jumped into the river. And oh– ohhhhhh Sherlock is going in after him into the pitch-dark water.

“Sherlock! Sherlock! Hold on a second–  oh dear god–”

Bollocks.

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“Tell me why you thought it would be a good idea to jump into the bloody Thames?”

Sherlock’s clothes are sopping wet as he speaks with a shiver he’s clearly trying (and failing) to suppress. The thin blanket the Yard handed over when taking away the smuggler is not doing him any favors. The flashing lights of the police vehicles bounce off the wet cement and illuminate the distant figures of officers in the dark.

“Well Watson, our suspect intended to get away.”

“You look like a cat that’s been forced into the bath.”

“ Watson!”

The detective’s offended expression fails to cover for his fond smile. John chuckles to himself, reaching into his pocket to address the–

“Bugger. I forgot the mic outside the theater, maybe we could–”

Sherlock shivers pointedly and pulls the blanket further over his shoulders. The water from his clothes has started soaking through, leaving damp patches across his back, and dripping where he steps.

“--Err yeah, no chance it’s still there. I’ll call and see if the theater picked it up tomorrow, or get a new one altogether. Besides mate, we need to get you warmed up.”

“Please.”                        

Comfortable silence accompanied by two sets of footsteps fills the space around them as they make their way back to 221B. John peeks his head into the flat below to see the lights out; Marianna wasn’t waiting on them, good. He stops suddenly at the foot of the stairs. 

“Alright, you wait here and I’ll grab you a towel, then you get straight in a warm bath. I’ll have tea ready when you get out, we can’t have you getting hypothermia.”

He looks back, half expecting some form of stubborn protest from Sherlock, only to see him meekly removing his shoes and socks without a word. Good.

Bounding up the stairs as quietly as he can, John quickly walks into their shared bathroom, grabs a towel, and runs the faucet, putting the thermostat up a couple of degrees before padding back down to Sherlock, who’s sat on the first step, curled around himself. His eyes snap to John as he lands beside him, and a shaky dark hand meekly reaches out for the towel.

“You alright mate?”

Sherlock doesn’t respond immediately, standing on shaking legs before hobbling his way up. John follows at a slower pace, concern growing for the state of his friend. After checking that he made it to the bathroom, John moved into the kitchen to put the kettle on.

Two mugs from the second cabinet on the left above the stove. Sherlock had seemed… oddly despondent. Two tea bags into the mugs, one of which was taller than the other to accommodate longer hands more prone to fidgeting, a dash of milk into each. The least John could do was provide some warmth and some sort of congratulations– they had solved the case after all. He reached back into the pantry, and with an affectionate eye roll grabbed a bag of marshmallows, sprinkling a few in the first mug and leaving the bag clipped on the counter in case more were required. Coasters set out on the coffee table in front of the couch, both stained with the vague chemical residue of Sherlock’s experiments that couldn’t be washed out.

John was bringing their two favorite blankets out of the closet and arranging them into their spots on the couch when he heard the shower shut off. He wandered into Sherlock’s room, grabbing a clean pair of his most frequently worn sweatpants and fuzzy socks, and a sweatshirt from his own room– Sherlock found them comforting, for whatever reason– with the seams adequately worn down. He knocked gently on the bathroom door before cracking it open, setting the clothes down on the counter, returning to the couch, and putting on the Discovery channel.

A Mythbuster’s rerun had returned from a commercial break when Sherlock wandered out into the lounge and unceremoniously flopped onto the couch and began to make his blankets into a sort of nest.

“Kettle’s on.”

“Mmm.”

“This the one where Adam burns his eyebrows off?”

“No. That’s the Hindenburg.”

“Ahhh, yup, the Hindenburg episode. That’s a good ‘un. Classic.”

Sherlock was leaning his head on the arm of the couch, lazily watching the screen with tired eyes.

“You warm enough yet mate?”

“Getting there.”

The kettle reaches a whine from the kitchen and John starts to stand.

“Don’t fall asleep yet, alright? Got a little bit of a treat for you.”

Hearing a faint “oh?” from Sherlock’s swaddle, John retreats to the stove and pours their tea. When he returns, Sherlock is upright, turning off his phone to watch John eagerly when he returns and presses the warm mug into his hands.

When he sees the marshmallows he almost looks surprised at the thought of the gesture, blinking for a moment as John sits back down beside him and wraps his blanket around his shoulders, before smiling, and looking at his companion beside him.

“Watson?”

“Oh? What’s up, mate?”

“Thank you. For looking after me.”

It’s now John’s turn to be surprised as Sherlock’s head comes to rest on his shoulder. He can feel the warmth of his arm against his own as Sherlock presses insistently into his side. He responds after some seconds of quiet:

“Of course. Anytime.”

He rests his cheek atop Sherlock’s head, the soft silk of his bonnet smooth against his smile lines.

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Two empty mugs sit next to each other on the coffee table, and the TV has long since gone black when the thump of Sherlock’s footsteps coming up the stairs wakes John from sleep.

He’s still on the couch– at some point in the night, he and Sherlock laid down, with Sherlock’s head still nestled into his shoulder, both of their blankets covering them. At some point though, his companion had risen, and as John blearily blinks his eyes open to their dim lounge, he sees Sherlock set a package down on the table. 

“You forgot your mic. I uh– I got you a new one. Varying modes, extra strength casing. Warranty in the event that it gets damaged. Figured you might be in need of an upgrade. Priority shipping, of course, can’t be missing any new adventures. Receipt emailed to Marianna.”

He has the gall to almost look sheepish, his smile small, and his hands fidgeting in front of him.

John beams.

“Ohhhh you big lug, get back over here.”

And he does.

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Check it out on AO3 too!

[liminsendhelp]

Concept of the Lecter twins and their interaction with Hannibal.

Of course he didn't know they existed blah blah, of course they run from each other for a couple months. It all comes to an end when one of the twins gets hurt and they need a doctor's help.

Hannibal stitch, patch them up and says nothing about whether they can stay. They don't leave, either

Of course they don't trust their father. No way.

The twin boy - I'll call him kiddo - is fucking huge in height. Looks into the mocking eyes of a Hannibal on more than a head taller.

The twin girl - I'll call her aikido - is centimeter to centimeter Hannibal. Her eyes are a deep, fiery wine color. The same red in a ray of sunshine as Hannibal's.

As red as the body the good doctor's scalpel cuts through.

Hannibal watches the ill-concealed interest on the twins' faces as they look into the gut of the body. The body, by the way, is still alive and quite pleading. Aikido punches that one in the nose, successfully, and the body stops talking. Kido mutters that he could have just upped the dosage of the drug.

Hannibal almost smiles. Beasts. Wild. Poisoned by helplessness before the world.

Will keeping distance. Both twins don't like him. Wary of his new, growing pack, they watch him warily as he walks around them. One night he wakes up watching the door to his and Hannibal's bedroom ajar. Wants to get up to check it out. But Hannibal places his hand on his stomach, exactly over the scar.

"Listen."

Will listens and hears. A quiet snorting. Outside the door, Aikido sits and sleeps.

"She needs to know her brother won't get hurt. You get up, she gets up. Let her rest."

Will feels like beating Hannibal. So that's what was missing in Abigail? The desire and the ability to slit his throat at the first sign of danger? But that's gone as soon as the lake takes him to Mischa.

Yes, perhaps at twelve or nineteen, Hannibal, if he had been uncivilized, would have been sitting at the foot of the threat, waiting for the moment to attack. Just to survive and defend.

And in the two of them he begins to see puppies. Lost and empty. Will sees, hears, gets used to the quiet roll of deep madness to active stalking in the aikido gaze. Gets used to the shifting hatred and suspicion in the twins' gazes. Gets used to the knife in kiddo's hand constantly going over and over.

One day they are lying on the ground all together. The night is dark and cold, the moon is full.

The dogs lie on top of them, keeping them warm.

Hannibal looks at the three figures on the wet grass and has almost no desire to crumple them into one lump. Wildness.

"Hello, spermdonor" kiddo murmured

"Good evening, sperms"

The twins snort in unison Will.

[thevalleyisjolly]

Some Eärendil and Elwing headcanons because I love them:

It took a long time for Eärendil to start singing again after Gondolin, and it was mostly sea shanties and Mortal tunes.  Only in private and only with Elwing (and later, his sons) would he sing in Quenya the songs of his childhood in Gondolin.

When Elwing was 12, she decided that she wanted to be a great seafaring explorer and sail all the way around Middle-earth.  Her hopes were rather harshly dashed when she stepped foot on a ship to pay Círdan a short visit on Balar and discovered that she suffered from terrible motion sickness.  Eärendil gallantly vowed to go on the adventures instead and come back to tell her all about them.

Elwing is just a little bit taller than Eärendil.  He quite likes it, even though it’s not a very great difference.

Eärendil is fantastic at sewing, and has a good eye for embroidery as well.  When he has downtime on Vingilot, he creates beautiful patterns and designs on tunics, handkerchiefs, shawls.  The crew of Vingilot was the most well-outfitted crew to ever sail the Sundering Seas, and he’d always make sure to bring back little embroidered patches with scenes from his voyages, which first Elwing and then the twins would add onto an ever-growing quilt.

Elwing learned how to make lembas from Idril, but for Eärendil’s journeys, she bakes him hardtack in the Mortal fashion.  He likes to make “pudding” out of it with sugar and water.

Elwing loves math, and is very good at it.  By the time she was ten, she could do complex calculations in her head in a matter of seconds that Elven scholars thousands of years her senior would need several minutes and a writing surface to do.  She didn’t have the time or resources to seriously study it while she was in Middle-earth, but in Aman, she does a correspondence course with one of the universities in Alqualondë and promptly has to deal with a whole hoard of mathematicians coming from all over the Blessed Realm to her tower wanting to learn from her.

In their own home, they speak a mixture of Quenya, Sindarin, and Taliska with each other.  They also have a secret written code that they came up with as children, which they leave little love notes for each other in.

Neither of them have ever learned to ride a horse.  Eärendil has fuzzy memories of being put on his grandfather’s saddle for a gentle trot when he was young and the Gondolindrim assure him that he once briefly had a pony, but there were very few steads or mounts at Sirion. Frankly, both of them find horses a little bewildering.

The twins were a surprise because they’d been aiming for triplets.  Mostly just to see if that was even possible, and also because neither of them had ever been pregnant before and didn’t truly understand what it would be like to carry and birth triplets.

Despite the harps of gold they brought to him, Eärendil does not actually play the harp very well.  He’s not fond of wearing white either because he thinks it’s too hard to keep clean.  Elwing looks very good in white, but it’s a mourning colour and she generally prefers warmer yellows and oranges.

Eärendil’s favourite colour is the soft silver of Elwing’s hair, and Elwing’s favourite colour is the warm gold of Eärendil’s hair.  Their favourite wedding present was a tapestry woven by some of Idril’s ladies depicting the intermingled light of Telperion and Laurelin in those exact shades.

Elwing is a vegetarian.  Eärendil isn’t, mostly for practical reasons onboard a ship with limited supplies, but is happy to eat vegetarian when he’s at home.  The real challenge at mealtimes came from Elros being a picky eater and Elrond having a seafood allergy.

There is an outdoor bathhouse at Elwing’s tower because Silmaril glitter is absolutely impossible to get rid of once it’s in the house.  The grout in the tiling there has become permanently shiny, despite their combined best efforts at scrubbing.

[howlingday]

Day in the life of a Short Queen

Hey, this is a pretty fucked up and dark joke. If you don't find anything funny here, I understand you not liking and sharing this with everyone around here.

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Velvet: (Monologue) The first thing I do is put on my patch to indicate that I am no shorter than 6' tall. Then I step outside and I am immediately attacked for my height.

Ruby: How's the weather up there, Tallie~?!

Nora: (Hi-fives, Runs away w/ Ruby)

Velvet: I'm only half-tall on my dad's side, but they don't care.

Velvet: Around 12, I go to my favorite restaurant for lunch, but there's a discriminatory sign against people more than 6' tall. "No Talls Allowed". A group of Short Queens kick me out before I can walk in. Guess I won't be eating here today.

Velvet: On my walk home, I see something truly horrifying. Last night, the Short Queens destroyed the storefronts of every shop owned by 6-footers. They're calling it Kris-TALL-Nacht.

Velvet: Pyrrha, what happened?!

Pyrrha: Don't you get it, Velvet? (Points at 6) This is what's wrong! It's the TALL-ocaust! Jaune and I are leaving tonight, and you should, too.

Velvet: I think Pyrrha is overreacting.

Velvet: Around 3PM, I see my doctor about a height reduction procedure.

Neo: (Shakes head, Points to ears)

Velvet: NO! NO! THIS IS YOUR FAULT! I CAN'T BE THIS TALL!

Neo: (Points to door, ala "Get her out of here!")

Velvet: Later, I turn on the news and see Weiss Schneetling.

Weiss: FIVE FOOT THREE AND A HALF IS AS TALL AS THE PERFECT WOMAN CAN BE ALLOWED TO GROW! (Crowd cheers)

Velvet: She's becoming more popular by the day.

Velvet: Around 10PM, I lay down to go to sleep, but my room and home are suddenly raided by Short Police! They ransack everything and arrest me for being tall on a Thursday night. First, they came for girls taller than 6 and a half feet. I didn't think anything of it because I wasn't 6 and a half feet. And then they came for me.

Velvet: And then, there was nobody left..

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Tall: Salem - 7'4, Emerald - 5'5, Cinder - 5'7, Blake - 5'9, Yang - 5'7, Pyrrha - 6', Penny - 5'5, Ilia - 5'4, Goodwitch - 5'8, Winter - 5'9, Velvet - 6'4 Short: Neo - 4'6, Ruby - 5'2, Weiss - 5', Nora - 5'1

[black-suns-rim]

The Loreirrans - regional appearance and subspecies

it is time that i finally make a big post about my original alien species, the Loreirrans! keep in mind that i have been world-building about them for about 5 years now, so i have so much information about them that i'll need to post in sections. This post will focus on the diverse appearances the Loreirrans take and a couple of the subspecies that exist.

General Physical Appearance

Appearance of the Loreirrans

The Loreirrans are a captivating and ancient species, distinguished by their unique physical characteristics. These highly intelligent, bipedal humanoids possess a striking appearance, and their attributes vary depending on their age, environment, and reproductive state.

Height and Physique: Loreirrans exhibit a remarkable range in height, typically standing between 8 to 12 feet tall. In rare instances, some Loreirrans can grow even taller, reaching heights of 15 feet or more. Their body types, from slender to robust, are influenced by the environmental conditions of their habitat, and their fur varies from short peach fuzz to long and lush, offering insulation and camouflage.

Coloration: The coloration of Loreirrans is predominantly dark, serving as effective natural camouflage. However, their bodies are adorned with vibrant neon patches that appear on their joints, backs, and the undersides of their feet and hands. These bright accents contrast beautifully with their dark base color and are influenced by their specific environment.

Limbs and Digits: Loreirrans possess five fingers on each hand and two toes on each foot, except for those residing in the swamp and jungle regions, who boast a unique third toe, functioning like a dew claw. Their hands and feet are highly dexterous, facilitating complex tasks.

Sensory Adaptations: Intriguingly, Loreirrans lack visible ears and noses. Instead, they rely on sensory input from small openings located behind their jawlines for auditory perception. They have sharp front teeth reminiscent of canines, and their back teeth are adapted for grinding. A retractable tongue, capable of extending up to 3 feet, aids in various tasks.

Sensory Organs: Loreirrans possess unique sensory adaptations. They lack conventional eyes but perceive the world through infrared and electromagnetic fields, providing them with a distinct and comprehensive view of their surroundings. Adults boast sensory organs on their backs and shoulders, visible as neon-colored patches, which enhance their perception further.

Metamorphosis and Reproduction: Loreirrans undergo a metamorphosis-like transition from youth to adulthood. Prepubescent and young Loreirrans lack certain adult traits, including the neon patches, extra arms, antennae, and a spiny ridge extending from head to tail, lacking a tail as well. Young Loreirrans have a more humanoid appearance with four antennae. Upon completing this transformation, Loreirrans are considered adults, achieving sexual maturity and the potential to produce offspring. Most Loreirrans are hermaphrodites, capable of both male and female reproduction, although exceptions exist with distinct male or female sexes.

Regional Appearances

Appearance of Tundra Regional Loreirrans (Tundrans)

Fur and Palms: Tundra regional Loreirrans, affectionately known as Tundrans, exhibit distinctive physical traits uniquely adapted to their frigid environment. Their fur is notably thick, covering their entire body in a pristine white coat. While their body fur is plush and soft, their palms boast a shorter but denser fur, providing extra insulation against the cold. This specialized fur texture ensures warmth and comfort in the harsh tundra conditions.

Antennae: The Tundrans' antennae are shorter than those of Loreirrans from other regions, and they share the same fur texture as their palms. These shorter antennae are perfectly suited to their environment and contribute to their streamlined appearance.

Size: Tundrans are comparatively smaller in stature, standing at an average height of 7 to 8 feet tall. This smaller size allows them to navigate their icy surroundings with agility and efficiency.

Color Variations: While Tundrans predominantly sport a pristine white fur coat, some individuals may exhibit patches of alternative colors, such as browns or grays. However, it's important to note that Tundrans never possess bright neon colors on their fur. Instead, their dark and neon colorations are concealed beneath their fur, remaining unseen unless a Tundran undergoes shaving.

Appearance of Water Regional Loreirrans (Watorrians)

Skin and Gills: Watorrians are uniquely adapted to their aquatic habitat, featuring smooth, water-resistant skin that allows for effortless gliding through the water. Distinctively, they possess three rows of gills situated beneath their jawline. These gills play a crucial role in respiration and appear to connect to their infrared sensing organs, granting them unparalleled underwater perception.

Webbed Adaptations: Watorrians are streamlined swimmers, thanks to their extensive webbing. This webbing extends across various parts of their bodies, facilitating swift and graceful movement in the aquatic realm. Notably, their fingers, toes, antennae base, and tail base are adorned with webbed structures, optimizing their hydrodynamic efficiency.

Spiny Ridge and Sensory Fins: The spiny ridge of Watorrians is elongated and exceptionally smooth, contributing to their streamlined form. Along the bottom of their tail and stomach, they possess small sensory fins that serve as sensitive detectors, allowing them to perceive even the slightest changes in water conditions, such as sudden movements or currents.

Colorations: Watorrians exhibit a color palette that leans toward shades of blues and greens, mirroring the hues of their underwater world. However, some individuals may display variations in color, including purples and reds. These colorations add to their visual diversity and blend harmoniously with their aquatic surroundings.

Size: Standing at a height of 8 to 9 feet when on land, Watorrians are equally formidable underwater, where their total length, from head to tail, spans an impressive 18 to 20 feet. These dimensions are finely tuned for their adept navigation and survival in the water.

Appearance of Desert Regional Loreirrans (Desertorrians)

Plentiful Representatives: Among all regional Loreirrans, Desertorrians are the most abundant and serve as the primary physical representation of the Loreirran species.

Fur and Coverage: Desertorrians possess a distinct covering of thin peach fuzz that envelops their entire body, with notable exceptions. This fine fur provides insulation and protection from the desert environment. Notably, their spiny ridge, the soles of their feet, and the palms of their hands remain devoid of fur.

Cranial Features: One distinguishing feature of Desertorrians is the slight elongation of the back of their heads compared to Loreirrans from other regions. This subtle cranial adaptation is a hallmark of their regional identity.

Size and Stature: Desertorrians stand as the largest of all Loreirrans, with heights ranging from an impressive 10 to 12 feet. Their imposing stature reflects their adaptability and resilience in the challenging desert landscape.

Coloration Variations: The coloration of Desertorrians typically leans towards darker shades, aligning with the arid, sun-soaked environment they call home. However, rare instances reveal Desertorrians adorned in warm pastel hues or even completely black, showcasing the intriguing diversity within their regional population.

Appearance of Forest Regional Loreirrans (Forestorrians)

Size and Stature: Forestorrians, as inhabitants of the lush forest region, are slightly smaller in stature compared to the Desertorrians. They typically stand at heights ranging from 10 to 11 feet, making them imposing yet agile within the forest canopy.

Coloration Palette: One of the most distinctive features of Forestorrians is their neon coloration, which leans heavily towards earthy and natural tones. These hues include varying shades of greens, browns, and blues, perfectly suited for blending into their forest environment.

Prehensile Tails: Unlike Loreirrans from other regions, Forestorrians boast prehensile tails that are notably thinner at the base. This unique adaptation allows them to grasp and manipulate objects with precision, aiding in their arboreal lifestyle.

Limbs and Digits: Forestorrians' limbs and digits are characterized by their slightly greater length and slenderness. These features enhance their agility in navigating the dense foliage and intricate terrain of the forest region.

Spiny Ridges and Claws/Talons: In contrast to their Desert counterparts, Forestorrians exhibit shorter spiny ridges along their backs. Additionally, their claws or talons are notably thicker, providing them with superior grip and dexterity when climbing trees and navigating the forest environment.

Additional Notes:

Forestorrians' neon coloration, while vibrant, remains subtle and harmonious with the forest surroundings.

Their adaptability to the forest ecosystem makes them exceptional climbers and agile explorers of their habitat.

Appearance of Jungle/Swamp Regional Loreirrans (Surglans)

Distinct Regional Similarities: Surglans, the inhabitants of both the Swamp and Jungle regions, share a strikingly similar appearance. They stand out as the least abundant among all regional Loreirrans.

Spiny Ridges and Antennae: One of the defining features of Surglans is their elongated spiny ridges, which extend along their backs, providing them with a unique and striking appearance. Additionally, Surglans have longer antennae compared to other regional Loreirrans, enhancing their sensory perception in their lush and vibrant environments.

Coloration Spectrum: Surglans exhibit an impressive array of colorations that mirror the vibrant hues of the swamp and jungle ecosystems. These colors include varying shades of reds, oranges, yellows, greens, and on occasion, blues. This diverse palette helps them blend seamlessly into their surroundings and offers a stunning display of regional diversity.

Claws/Talons and Third Toe: Surglans possess longer and thicker claws or talons, granting them superior dexterity when navigating the dense undergrowth and moist terrain of their regions. What sets them apart further is the presence of a third toe, which resembles a dew claw. This additional appendage enhances their agility and grip, making Surglans adept climbers and hunters in their challenging environments.

Size and Stature: Surglans typically range from 9 to 10 feet in height, reflecting their adaptability to the dynamic and intricate landscapes of the Swamp and Jungle regions.

Additional Notes:

Surglans' longer spiny ridges and antennae serve both aesthetic and practical purposes, aiding in sensory perception and maintaining balance in their lush habitats.

Their vibrant colorations are a testament to the rich biodiversity and unique flora and fauna of their regions.

Loreirran Subspecies

Off-planet Loreirrans

Physical Characteristics: Off-planet Loreirrans display a set of distinct physical traits that set them apart from their counterparts on Icera-5. These differences are primarily adaptations to their environment in outer space.

Stature and Size: Off-planet Loreirrans are notably shorter in height, typically ranging from 5 to 6 feet tall. This diminutive stature is a result of their adaptation to living in environments with weaker gravity compared to their home-world.

Coloration: Their coloration differs significantly from their terrestrial counterparts. Off-planet Loreirrans are lighter in color, reflecting the muted tones of their artificial habitats in space.

Antennae: In contrast to the longer antennae seen in Loreirrans on Icera-5, Off-planet Loreirrans have shorter antennae. This adaptation likely aids in maneuvering within the confines of their space stations and artificial planets.

Body Patterns: The body patterns of Off-planet Loreirrans are limited to complex stripes and spots. These patterns may serve as a form of camouflage within the artificial structures of their space habitats.

Environment and Lifestyle: Off-planet Loreirrans call space stations and artificial planets their home. They inhabit environments with weaker gravity compared to Icera-5. This unique habitat has led to specific adaptations that enable them to thrive in space.

Life Span and Development: Despite their adaptations, Off-planet Loreirrans tend to have shorter life spans compared to their counterparts on Icera-5. Their bodies are adapted for faster development during childhood, likely as an advantage in the confined and resource-limited space environments they inhabit.

Mixed ancestory

Compatibility and Rarity: It is exceptionally rare for any species to be compatible with Loreirrans, and this subspecies represents a fascinating exception. They share a unique ancestral connection with a species that has been extinct for centuries, leaving behind only mixed Loreirrans and a rich cultural legacy.

Distinct Characteristics: These unique Loreirrans do not undergo the customary second metamorphosis that other Loreirrans experience. As a result, their physical characteristics are distinct and reflective of their ancestral lineage.

Stature and Size: Loreirrans with extinct ancestry typically stand at heights ranging from 7 to 8 feet. This falls within the range of their Loreirran counterparts, allowing them to somewhat blend within Loreirran communities.

Feathered Appearance: One of the most striking features of this subspecies is their feathered appearance. They are covered in small feathers that adorn their entire body. These feathers give them a unique and childlike appearance, setting them apart from typical Loreirrans.

Tail Feathers: These unique Loreirrans possess tail feathers, although they are functionally useless. These feathers are a vestige of their ancestral heritage and contribute to their distinctive appearance.

Non-Shape Shifting: Unlike some Loreirrans, this subspecies does not possess the ability to shape-shift. Their physical form remains consistent throughout their lives.

Ancient Loreirrans

Distinctive Characteristics: The first Loreirrans, in ancient times, bore a striking contrast to their modern counterparts. Their physical attributes were distinct and set them apart in Loreirran history.

Physical Features:

Eyes: Unlike the contemporary Loreirrans who lack visible eyes, the ancient Loreirrans possessed eyes, allowing them to perceive the world visually.

Limbs: They had two arms, which was different from the current Loreirrans with four arms.

Fur Resembling Hair: Their heads were adorned with fur that closely resembled the appearance of hair, another departure from the modern Loreirrans.

Nose Similar to Earth Bunnies: Their noses bore a striking resemblance to the noses of Earth bunnies, providing a unique feature in their appearance.

Antennae: While they retained the characteristic antennae of Loreirrans, they had only two antennae on their heads.

Sensory Perception: It remains a mystery what spectrum of light the ancient Loreirrans saw in. However, archaeological evidence suggests that their vision might have been akin to that of humans, as evidenced by colored art found in deep caverns.

Unique Markings and Appearance: Art depictions of the ancient Loreirrans reveal a distinctive appearance characterized by:

Dark skin or fur, setting them apart from the neon complexion of modern Loreirrans.

Intricate and unique markings covering their bodies, akin to the patterns seen on tigers or leopards.

Extinction: Unfortunately, the subspecies of ancient Loreirrans is now extinct. Their unique physical characteristics and visual perceptions have been lost to history, with only remnants of their existence preserved in ancient art and records.

i'll share some art of each regional loreirran and their repected subspecies sometime soon.

[stalkedbytrains]

Untouched Horizons Timeline 1/-

Prologue

All dates are relative to Earth dates

-2746

The Silence comes to Yàzt

-2688

The Silence overcomes most of Yàzt

-2677

In a last ditch effort a massive interstellar colony ship is built and filled and set off looking for a new world in space to escape the Silence

A millenia old civilization is reduced to a few hives of about 12,000 souls on board

-2675

All contact with Yàzt has been lost, assumed it has been consumed by the Silence

The Establishing

-1628

A probe from the traveling colony ship of the Zlilfian people enters Earth's orbit, it scans most of the Caribbean areas and transmits the location and atmospheric data before all contact with the probe is lost

The decision is made by the council that is awake to head for Earth as it is closest to Yàzt gravity and atmosphere, it’s not perfect and the adjustment period will likely take generations but they’ve been in space for too long and the ship can’t really be doing this for much longer

The first team is selected and equipment is sent towards Earth, the colony ship following slowly behind (changing course towards Earth with such a big ship is going to take a while)

-1624 

Team 1 lands on Earth, having found the approximate location of a good place with a probe before the probe died

They are very mindful about invading a new planet and they didn’t have time to scan and analyze the local flora to determine if any of it was livable so the decision was made a long time ago to build an island

This starts with the volcano probe at the connection of the Caribbean plate to make an island forcing the lava to the surface to make an island over and over and over again until the proper shape and size is made (roughly 4,000 square miles of surface area)

This likely reinforces a lot of strange myths of the local tribes in the area (as they are southwest of Cuba and east-northeast of Belize and directly west of Jamaica)

Few plants are planted after 16 months of island building and letting the land settle

-1621

Team 2 arrives and they bring with them much more equipment and seeds for cultivating

Lots more vegetation brought to the island

Working on making rivers and canals and such, digging ditches to make sure the water flows the way they want it too, and piling up the dirt on the edges of the island to make the cliff walls taller to make it much harder to get access to the island from the outside

-1620 

The first generation of vegetation has grown under careful watch

Walls have been built up slowly around the island, aiming for 30 foot cliffs on the whole

They start building the main hive of Zlicchaser which will become the central capital and the main hub in the center of the colony at the base of the volcano

-1616

Island mostly finished, nothing more to do until the colony ship and people arrive

The volcanic soil is making for fertile if delicate soil for the vegetation, there are very deliberate placing of the various extraterrestrial crops which they have let grow and die without much tending as they understand the importance of establishing new and old growth

The ship is late

-1615

Ship officially overdue

When the colony ship arrives officially late and crashes within 100 miles, losing lots of materials and technology

They had planned on having lots of computers and building machines and tools brought off the ship; the ship itself was supposed to be repurposed into any number of things

The ship was so old and had been patched so many times and never should have been going this long, a lot of engineers are surprised it made it through the atmosphere without totally incinerating

Rescue efforts underway, very few casualties, but it is still a disaster

Vulnerable stuff lost, fauna is basically screwed, huge disaster, but there’s the skeleton of a city that the teams built so it’s not all bad, and they have plenty of food to eat

Scientists try not to be too doomsday about all of this but without the various native fauna to interact with their native flora they can’t really have a working ecosystem and importing things from Earth to Si Yàzt could be a massive disaster

-1614

Stuff is getting established

A few boats have been sent out to gather materials and such (wood, for forest planting to make building materials and paper notably) is happening

The scientists are extremely nervous about cross-contaminating and are going extremely slowly for all of this stuff

Adapting is going poorly, with the less than ideal conditions and all

-1612

Zlicchaser is officially finished

The bell curve for adaptation sickness is finally starting to creep down

But it won’t be done for a few generations

With a working Hive everyone feels much more at ease

-1610

Things are stabilized more or less so the fertility rights have been granted to everyone

First forest planted official from taken trees on the mainland, down in the lower southwest part of the island

Trees are important for wood for expanding and building new hives (stone is not preferred as it is ‘too cold’) but also for paper making as they only managed to retrieve a few portable databanks and they need a way of copying down all the old world knowledge before they break for good

-1609

Lots of stonework tools and other complex water wheel devices are being made since they can’t progress through the technological eras quite yet

Also lots of glass as they deliberately left an access to the lava bed for melting and forging when a stable source of metal can be found

-1608

Stone and glass are primary materials

Pressed reeds and stuff for writing material

There’s entire teams dedicated to copying knowledge from the computers before they die

There’s exactly 1 scouting party using knowledge from the various probes and fly overs when they landed to look for stuff they knew is out there (like trees)

-1607

The child push ceases, population has grown but worries about overtaxing their young food sources force the halt

-1606

Scientists finally start letting in earth sea life into the water system after years of careful observation

And even in very small zones which are carefully monitored

-1605

The last functional computer is shut off and carefully preserved for the future when technology catches up to it

As much knowledge as possible has been copied off of them

-1604

The sole scouting party has not returned, MIA

Likely killed in some contact gone wrong, or from native Earth diseases

-1603

The main colony is declared officially finished

There are several water mills built, extensive farming and plant cultivation has begun but only around the city

Massive chunks of the island are left untended, which is seen as a good thing as the nature will find its own balance and allow the Zlilfian people to use it later when the young plants have grown old and new growths have taken over

-1602

The last of the advanced technology has given up the ghost and is retired

-1596

The second generation beings to reach adulthood, they adapt better and quicker than their parents but they are not one with the planet Earth yet

A few scattered contacts with the peoples of the Caribbean happen, but the scientists are extremely worried about diseases so extremely quick quarantined rules are enforced

-1592

The second generation are giving permission for open relations and the start of the third generation to begin

-1589

The sanctions on having children are reimposed

They aren’t enforced very well as the general consensus is that things are stable enough to be safe, but the qiins want to be safe so the letter of the law is imposed

-1587

Small outposts start to be built down the river from the colony (to allow river boat access and carrying of stuff) and allow expanded farming and cultivation areas

Slowly but surely expanding the colony’s sphere of influence

-1586

An explorer discovers the southern part of the island is dying in stagnation, the extremely slow introduction of animal life to that part (native or not) hasn’t helped the fertilization or reproduction or growth of the flora

Heated debate in the scientific community between very cautious old guard and the “we’re dying we need a solution” new guard (who know nothing of space travel or a life off the island as they are the first to be born and die on the island itself)

-1585

A series of first contacts is made by scouting parties looking for animals to help with the ecosystem on the island

It goes about as well as can be expected from two alien cultures that have nothing in common

But a disease is carried back to the island

-1584

The disease moves quickly and isolation is quickly ordered but the populace knows this was going to happen sooner or later

And they aren’t unprepared so there is some defenses they can make

-1583

There’s not a vaccination process but there’s plenty for the doctors to do

The disease kills about 10% of the population, most of it being first generation

[hallowed-spirits]

Everyone who is usually in the hallow is gone, in that emptiness something changes. No one is there to see what happens. Upon returning it is clear that something has changed while they were gone.

The hallow which previously bloomed all at once overnight, once again undergoes a change. The grass grows taller, from the previous ankle height to nearly half way up most people's calves. The smaller flowers such as daisies and dandelions become partly hidden in the longer grass and more larger flowers start to show up, growing thick and fast.

The sun lantern appears to be further overtaken by dead nettles, the plants that are usually much smaller, acting as ground cover, have begun to grow nearly five foot. Where previously they grew just around the stones of the lantern base, they grow further away. A radius of about five feet around the lantern is covered in a thick layer of these flowers. There appears to be a shimmer in the air around the lantern and the flowers, it settles over the course of the day, sinking into the ground.

The garden is bursting with various plants, it clearly needs weeding as opportunistic plants take over any clear space. Despite the number of weeds and other plants the crops are also thriving, many plants have doubled in size, beginning to be squished by all the life within each area. The various crops are bountious with fruits and berries, and the root plants grow sturdy and strong. The soil seems richer and alive than before.

The chickens have escaped their pen once again. The weak grass wall that was errected has long since been knocked over by the chickens. The low stone wall that kept them in when they were little has grown moss so thick its hard to make out where the stones are as opposed to where the is ground. The smaller chicks have also had quite the growth spurt, near adults. The older chickens have become true adults, able to lay eggs.

A few small birds have taken advantage of the blooming garden, and ample insects can be seen flitting about. Around the borders of the hallow, at eight points, corresponding to the cardinal directions and their inbetween points, small patches of flowering dead nettles have begun to sprout. The shimmer from the lantern and the plants there is also present here, and it also fades as the day passes.

( @billythewitchesbane @fallen-shamans-spirit @the-kutlass-kratch )

[ludwig-supporter]

Im doing it again im posting abt my boyfriend fuck all of you i love him

He's just some cute little nerd even though he's 5'11(im taller haha) and he is responsible for me having so many awakenings

This absolute nerd taught me that its ok to be open about liking men even if you're six foot with a beard and that being soaked in blood is also kinda hot

I have been shown the light of leaving the world behind and hatching and raising a crocodile called Gavin whilst we grow crops on our little patch of land and kill and eat any poachers or trespassers that come nearby because if you're hunting animals and not using every part of the body then its wasteful and you deserve to have every part of your body used as me and my love eat you and weave your ribs into my coat sleeves to give me protection against blunt force

Ludwig the holy blade might not even be there but its okay because he has taught us all a lesson about staying true to what you think is right and stuff

[wickedsrest-rp]

Name: Conor Kiernan Species: Faun Occupation: Florist at Inflorescence Age: 70 Years Old (Looks about 32) Played By: Amélie Face Claim: Jeremy Allen White

"Get the fuck out with your sense of community. We are not the fucking same."

TW: Parental death (mentions)

Born in 1953, Conor grew up in South Boston, Massachusetts, or Southie, as he would most likely call it. His whole family was anchored deeply in their Irish heritage and as a result so was he, despite having never once set foot there. “His whole family” might not have been the right way to put it. This would be, however, again, how Conor would call it. By doing so, he chose to completely forget about his paternal roots, but the odds were that you would never hear Conor talk or even mention his father. He was the one responsible for all that went wrong in his life. He was the one responsible for his condition, he was the one who knocked up his mom, the one who disappeared and the one who was appreciated by everyone despite being a piece of shit, a coward and a fucking prick. That fucking son of a bitch.

An absent father was never fun, but the joke was not hi-fucking-larious with a cherry on top just fucking yet, was it?

Conor saw his friends grow hair and grow tall. He too grew a bit taller, and he sure grew hair, all over his legs, his goat-like, hooves included, legs, with a ridiculous tail, stupid ears and a pair of horns to complete the freakshow look.

For some reason, Conor found that he could hide it, or at least, that people didn't seem to see all of that. Yet, things changed for him. People who usually ignored him (he wasn't mad about it) started to think of him as someone charming, and it all started to look a bit too much like the sort of attitude people adopted regarding his dad.

At around that time, in the middle of teenage-hood, Conor's father made his return.

Conor knew that he could not expect much, but he still felt compelled to listen to his father, if only to get an explanation, a cure, anything.

August 1968 was the first and last time he saw the bloody bastard. It appeared they were alike (hu-fucking-rray !) : a subspecies of fae called fauns who enjoyed dancing ( hell no) and a good amount of over-indulgence from others. To put it simply: his life would be an exciting one, full of parties and cheerful folks, or it would simply not be.

Stubborn as he was, he tried to beat nature more than once, first with a dull job, which made him feel completely miserable, then, with an hermit life that while it wasn't the worst, resulted in Conor nearly starving himself to death. It was around then he first overfed on a human, but that would not be the last time. Of course, none of that made him feel like a person, like himself.

Although he wanted nothing to do with his father, and he is still closed off to fae, Conor wants to put his shit together and well, the place where all these stories seem to come from is as good as any other place to start, right?

Character Facts:

Personality: Imaginative, reserved, insecure, unfocused, thoughtful, compassionate, exacting, rude

Over the years, Conor has collected more names than he could possibly count, all because of a bad habit of asking Can I have your name anytime someone wants to order flowers. He doesn’t know about promises either.

He has no idea of how his abilities work, and fails at being a faun, down to being jovial. His father explained the broadlines, and a few folks may have died thanks to his inability to properly understand his feeding process.

A red cat has made the shop their home and Conor is quite happy with the company. He started growing a patch of grass for his fluffy friend, and the cat follows him upstairs to his flat when the flower shop closes.

He started playing the violin when he was 5 years old and has kept on learning ever since. You can hear him play in his bedroom from the sidewalk and feel an urge to start dancing.

Though he prefers to focus on flowers and plants, Conor’s skills with nature extend to his garden, at the back of the shop, which stands out for the clear absence of a mowed lawn. You’ll find a large amount of insects here, thriving in his attempt at reproducing some biodiversity.