#I AM A CUTE SPRITELY FOREST SPIRIT

[sister-hawk]

me: i chose the name Fiona for myself because the image that name conjured in my mind was someone i wanted to be. when i say that name to myself, i imagine a fairy, or maybe a forest nymph. someone deeply connected to the natural world. she is beautiful and somewhat androgynous. she is mysterious and intriguing. she is confident, but playful and light-hearted. she loves her world deeply and passionately, but she never takes life too seriously. these are the qualities that this name reminds me of that i wish to embody.

the internet: this is Fiona

[harper-hook]

Into The Woods | Harry Hook x Reader

Request: Can I request a Harry X reader where the reader is Peter Pan's daughter and they hate each other at first but then things get really heated between them and it turns into full on smut?

Warnings: Oral sex

Author’s Note: This almost killed me to write tbh

The familiar scraping of metal on metal made you groan mentally and slam your locker. “what do ya want now, Hook?” You snapped, unfortunately used to your father’s enemy's son bothering you. “Just came to see me favorite little sprite.” He replied with a wide grin, seeing how it got under your skin.

You stopped yourself before you yelled at him and caused a scene. It was the day right before Spring Break and you didn’t want to damper your spirits by earning after school detention as soon as you got back. “Well you saw me. Now back off.” You ordered.

Harry stepped back, faking a wounded look. “My plans don’t involve backing off.” He smirked. “Quite the opposite in fact, seeing as you’re heading back to Neverland.” You groaned and rolld your eyes. This again. 

“If you let me tag along, I’ll make it worth your wild.” He practically purred, getting up in your personal bubble. You sneered at him. “Listen, Hook and listen good.” You poked him chest with your finger. “You will never! Set foot in Neverland if I have anything to say about it!” You hissed.

Harry’s smirk dropped and he adopted an angry glare. You were a bit nervous but you couldn’t back down now. “Then we’ll just have to hope nothing happens to ya!” He hissed. You growled, getting in his face and bawling your fists.

“Hook! Pan!” You snapped out of your rage as Fairy Godmother came bustling around the corner, catching you both. Uh oh...

One long and infuriating detention later, you were finally packing up. “Stupid Hook and his stupid face...” You ranted to Ben over the phone. Ben sighed as you leaned against the side of your car, trunk still open. “Didn’t you think he was cute when he first came here?” Mal asked, joining Ben on the other line.

The good thing about being over the phone was no one could see you roll your eyes. "That was before he opened his mouth." You huffed. “So you’re gonna talk to Tiger Peony about the trade deal between Neverland and Auradon, right?” Ben changed the subject.

“Yeah I’ll do your job while on my spring break, Ben.” You rolled your eyes. "I appreciate it, you know?" He said. "Uh huh. See if you can lower my detention sessions when I come back." Ben sighed, confirming that he said he would see what he could do.

You said your goodbyes and promised to call once you arrived; Ben always the worrier. Hanging up, you quickly slammed your trunk shut and climbed in the driver's side.

Taking one last look at Auradon Prep in the mirror, you pulled out and started on your long 6 hour drive.

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The first couple of hours of the drive you didn't mind. Plenty of sunlight and good music made the time fly. But thanks to Fairy Godmother's detention, you'd left 2 hours late and now the sun was going down quick.

Driving at night didn't bother you but driving through Summerwoods at night bothered you. You turned your music down and took a deep breath, trying to keep calm. Now you really regretted turning Herkie’s invitation for a ride. “(Y/N), you’re a fucking moron.” You hummed to yourself.

Then it sounded like a gun shot went off. You let out a small shriek, thankfully not swerving your car off the road. You slowed considerably, still confused and terrified. Then you heard it, what sounded like a horse’s snort, the spluttering of air. Your heart sank, grip tightening on the steering wheel. “Are you fucking serious right now?!”

Slowly limping your car to the side of the road and putting it in park, you practically threw yourself out of the door, mood souring at the telltale signs of a popped tire. You glanced to the right and saw the back tire, flat as paper. 

You groaned, you held your head in your hands. Ok, keep yourself together, you thought. I’m a strong independent woman and I can change a tire, that’s what I keep a spare for, you reminded yourself. 

You ran to the back and popped the trunk open again. “Hiya!” You screamed, stumbling backwards and falling on the ground. You laid there in complete shock, breathing heavily and heart thumping. You could hear Harry wheezing in laughter.

After a few seconds, you sat up, gasping for air. “What the fuck?” You rasped out. Harry climbed out of your trunk, still shaking in mirth. Shakily, you stood to your feet, narrowing your eyes at the boy in front of you.

“What in the actual fuck do you think you’re going?” You screamed, no longer shaking in fear but in anger. “I’m going to Neverland, what does it look like?” He said with a slight eyeroll like you were stupid. This just pissed you off more.

“It looks like you’re some kind of fucking stalker!” Harry stopped laughing, looking at you with a positively poisonous glare. He stomped up to you, clearly trying to intimidate you. You were too angry to care. 

“You might wanna loose the attitude, lass. We’re all alone out here.” He sneered. It was your turn to roll your eyes. “Just get out of my way.” You pushed past him, peering into your trunk. “Where’s my spare tire?” You questioned, looking back at Harry who looked like a pouty kid caught in the cookie jar.

“Was awful cramped in there with that thing.” He muttered. He continued at your deadpan look. “Threw it out at the school.” You took a sharp, deep inhale, fists clenching and unclenching. You turned and slammed your trunk shut, putting your arms and head down on top of it. 

You couldn’t help but laugh. The whole irony and bullshit of the situation was honestly laughable. It would’ve been funnier if it hadn’t been you. “Pan?” You heard Harry call. “What?!” You snapped, raising your head. 

“Ya okay?” Your eyes widened as you spun around. “I’m gonna pretend you didn’t just ask me that when you literally ruined my entire evening!” You screamed at him. Harry marched up to you, forcing you back against your trunk. “I thought I told you to loose the fucking attitude.” He snapped. He grabbed the hair at the base of your neck and practically bent you over backwards on your trunk.

He leaned in close to you, cocky smirk on his face. You snarled and bared your teeth, leaning closer to his face. “Am I supposed to be scared of you? There’s 1000 things in these woods alone that are scarier than you.” You and Harry’s gazes locked. His eyes were so... blue. You really hadn’t noticed before. 

His glare softened slightly and he released his grip on your hair, stepping back. You straightened up, keeping a close eye on Harry. You’d never admit that he scared you a bit. Never.

It was silent now. You looked away into the forest. It was completely dark now. Crunching sounds from the forest made the hairs on your arms raise. You and Harry shared a look to confirm you both heard it. A nearby wolf’s howl made you gasp and reach out, a firm hold on Harry’s shirt. He held your wrist.

“C’mon. C’mon.” He ushered you to the backseat and practically shoved you in and climbed in after you. You sighed and tucked your knees under your chin. Fuck, this was bad. “Call Princey. See what kinda magic he can work.” Harry murmured, like he was afraid to talk too loud. 

“Hey, finally a smart suggestion from you.” You said with a sarcastic smile and leaned forward to your car’s center panel. You had both knees on the middle storage compartment, waiting on the phone to ring. 

“Hello?” Ben answered after three rings. “Ben!” You were instantly filled with relief. “I need some help. My car blew a tire in the Summerwoods.” You explained. “What about your spare?” He asked. You turned to glance at Harry who gave a sarcastic wave. You flipped him off and turned back around. “It was a bad spare.” You lied. “Can you send help?” 

“Uh, yeah. It’s gonna be a couple of hours though.” Ben said. You groaned at the fact you already knew. “Thanks, Ben. I’ll make it up to you one day, I swear.” You smiled at Ben’s laughter. “Yeah, just hang tight.” With that, he hung up and you tossed your phone back into the center console.

You moved to sit back down in the backseat, instead moving into something solid. While you were preoccupied, Harry had slid into the middle seat right behind you. “What are you-” You squeaked as Harry pulled you down into his lap. 

He wound his hand into your hair again and bent you backwards, leaving your neck exposed. His other hand had a firm grip on your hip. You gasped as he licked a stripe up your neck, blowing on it to make you shudder. “W-what are you doing?”

“I can see it, ya know? I saw it earlier. Ya look at me the way I look at ya.” He murmured, low and close to your ear. “You lie and say you hate me but have still fantasized about this. About me.” He placed a kiss on your neck. Your shaking hands found their place on his knees. 

“Say you want this. Say you want me. Or I’ll let you go and we never have to speak again.” Your heart hurt in an unexplained way. This bickering love-to-hate routine you and Harry had fallen into naturally, for it all to stop one day? It seemed Harry Hook had somehow managed to worm his way into your heart.

“Harry...” You murmured, looking up at him. “I want you. Now.” You said with more confidence that you’d anticipated. He looked surprised but quickly adopted his signature cocky grin. “Atta girl.” He helped you turn around to straddle him.

You bent down to kiss along his jawline before planting one on his lips. It started innocent but quickly turned rougher and more passionate. Harry raised his hand and brought it down hard on your ass. You gasped into the kiss and pulled away, looking at Harry with an indignant look. 

“That’s for the fuckin’ attitude you’ve been giving me for the last 4 months.” He growled, voice deep and husky. “You’ll get a lot more later.” He said, his tone of voice making you realize you were in for a world of hurt later.

He tugged on the bottom of your shirt before pulling it off. He grinned and pulled you back for another kiss, slowly grinding his erection against your leg. You scratched his shoulders as you pulled away. 

“I’m not fucking you on the first date.” You said matter-of-factly. He looked at you, confused and a bit annoyed. “Technically it’s not even a date. More of a car invasion.” You crossed your arms, smirking at Harry. He narrowed his eyes before grinning himself.

“Either way, I’m still gonna rock your world, luv.” He smacked your ass in the same spot, making you hiss in pain. You climbed off his lap and leaned up against the door, Harry right on top of you.

You gripped the seat as Harry kissed down your neck, teeth scraping your skin. Your head was tossed back as he moved lower and lower. "Look at me." You glanced down and could barely make out Harry kneeling between your legs.

He started tugging on your jeans and you lifted up to help him. In one fluid motion, your jeans were tossed into the front seat. You whimpered, feeling exposed. Harry shushed you, breathing close to your lower belly. "Trust me."

Your heart lurches in shock as cold metal dragged its way up your leg and hooked into your underwear, tugging them down. You felt like your face was on fire.

You took a deep breath as Harry threw one leg over his shoulder and the opposite leg was pushed to dangle over the floor boards. You flushed again as Harry kissed gently up your thigh. You shrieked as he nipped your inner thigh.

"Fucker..." You stammered. Harry laughed before he leaned down close to your heat. He slowly dragged his tongue up your slit. You moaned loudly, one hand reaching to Harry's head, pushing him down.

You sighed and moaned into your hand as Harry continued his ministrations. "I- I wanna hear you." Harry murmured into your thigh. "I wanna hear how good I'm making you feel." His voice barely more than a whisper.

"Harry!" You moaned loudly as Harry blew cool air over your slit. "That's my girl." And he went back down on you, more aggressive this time. The air in the car felt thick and foggy, just like your thought process.

Harry moved to your clit, clearly tracing a pattern. He used one hand on hold your bucking hips down as he continued. "Are you-" You trailed into a high pitched whine. "Tracing your fucking name?" You shook violently.

You could feel Harry grin against you. He moved up into your face, noses nearly touching. "Yeah. And what are ya going to do about it?" He sneered, attack your neck again with a rigorous fever. "Mine." That one word sent a fire burning through you.

One of Harry's hands moved you your slit, two fingers slipping in easily. "Harry..." You moaned, tears coming to your eyes. He was still sucking and biting at the base of your neck and collarbone, clearly trying to leave a mark. You dug your nails into the back of his neck, making him let out a few curses.

Harry curled his fingers against your G-spot relentlessly, your legs shaking and your hips bucking wildly. "Harry!" You sobbed as you finally came, back arching and world going still.

It was quiet for a moment and the only sound was both of yours heavy breathing. Harry pulled his fingers out and wiped them on his pant, sitting back on the other side of the backseat. You sat up and pulled your legs back to you.

You winced, pain shooting through your body. "What the fuck did you do to me, Hook?" You muttered. Your legs and back were cramped up and it felt like you'd been punched in the neck. He laughed heartily. "Fucked ya up good, huh?"

You rolled your eyes but couldn't help but agree. Between your dried tears on your cheeks and messy hair from rubbing against the window, not to mention all the bruises.

You glanced over at Harry who was looking at you curiously. "What?" He asked. You smirked at him, leaning over him. You ran you hand down his chest and iver the bulge in his pants, making him buck into your hand. "It's my turn now."

[sugary-space-girl]

Hi I saw that you match ups were open so I'd like to request both mha and haikyuu but if you only do one Fandom it's okay and I'll leave it up to you to pick which one, I'll be happy either way :)

I am nonbinary (afab) and pansexual and my pronouns are they/them/bun/bunself

I am a Leo and according to the 16p test I'm an INFP-T

Some of my hobbies are drawing specifically with graphite pencils or charcoal, I love doing my makeup since it's another creative outlet for me, I also sing and play the euphonium/baritone, I collect squishmallows and frogs

Frogs are my favorite animal, yellow and forest green are my favorite colors, my favorite musicians are NCT, Hozier, Twice, and Sara Bareilles and I would consider my taste in music to be very diverse (my main playlist is almost 90 hours long)

I absolutely hate caterpillars and anything that has more than 8 legs but I also have a phobia of worms and worm like creatures and it has gotten worse over the years, I hate slow walkers, I am terrified of the ocean and any body of water that I can't see through, I am a very picky eater and I have a very sensitive stomach

Personality wise I'd say I'm pretty airheaded which I think makes me pretty funny to other people even when I'm not trying to, my top kin in Haikyuu are Nishinoya, Yamaguchi, and Bokuto and I haven't really found someone I super connect with in MHA other than maybe fanon Denki or Kirishima. I do my best to raise my friends spirits and make their day a little better with my antics. I am notorious for saying really random shit out of nowhere, for example: "for personal reasons I will be developing gangrene" and "it's milkin time, bitch." I have hella anxiety and am confused a majority of the time which is not The Vibe™️ especially when I'm at work.

I hope this is good enough! :)

Thank you!

A/n: Before I even finish your request I was like hmm they remind me of yamaguchi.

I match you up with

Haikyuu- Yamaguchi

You both you would be so cute together ❤

Show him your drawings he'll think that they are amazing and be so proud of you

He finds it really cool that you can play an instrument. He would love it if you practice in front of him

Would collect squishmellows with you

You guys might as well call Tsukki over to kill a spider because neither of yall are killing it shjdjsj I would kill it with a broom or something and probably end up breaking something lol

Plz he loves that you would try to raise your friends sprites to make their day a little more better

He finds it funny that you say random shit but is also concern hshshsb I say random shit too my friends have a folder of weird shit I said to them

Bnha- Tsuyu

I'm glad frogs are your favorite animal

Would let you practice your makeup on her if you wanted to

She loves your singing she finds your voice very pretty

Plz she loves that you collect squishmellows and frogs but just imagine finding a squishmellow that's a frog

I feel like yall would have the same taste in music base on your favorite artists

Would try to help you with your anxiety and calm you down so you would know what's go on

Matchups are close

[edda-grenade]

yes hullo i'd like to hear more about feral verse it sounds G R E A T

@lesquatrechevrons replied to your photoset  “when you’ve just awoken from millennia of slumber and trying to figure…”

I am Delighted by this (as per usual, that art, her glee his ‘oh fuck but also cute but also no’ also she’s so Strok.  gold a++++) and I’d love to know more! Take this as a formal and kind request to see how you see All The Evens play out in this universe, plz *chinhands with starry eyes*                   

STRAP IN :DDD

the basic conceit of feral verse is, as mentioned, that a) solas wakes up like 16 years earlier than in canon, and b) saar’s family wasn’t attacked by an arvaarad troop when she was 17-ish, so she’s still with them by the time she’s 21

and then she finds this strange forest sprite of an elf who is capital W Weird but also A MAGE HOLY SHIT YES TEACH ME

(fun fact, solas goes from WHAT NO ABSOLUTELY NOT to ASK ME ANYTHING in the span of like 3 days. saar’s persistent. and, lbr, he’s drowning on his own)

so these are the big inciting incident changes, and everything else basically flows from there. solas gets progressively pulled into saar’s life despite his best efforts, her vashoth community, the dalish clans with whom they trade and on occasion travel with, mercenaries and surface dwarves and the list goes on. and, like the world and its people do in canon during da:i, it gets under his skin

he teaches her magic and she teaches him whatever random shit he for some reason doesn’t know. it’s very much a give and take, with him being knowledgable about magic, spirits, the fade, and her being knowledgable about this new world that he’s only seen through fragmentary memories (yeah, ngl this verse is also fueled in part by me being grossed out by how often solavellan gets written into a creepy teacher/student dynamic all like, ohhh hahren, ohh da’len BUT I DIGRESS)

far more importantly, saar keeps a running list in her head, ‘reasons solas is most likely not an elf but a sprit/elf hybrid, demon/elf hybrid, some kind of abyssal creature taken physical form, abyssal creature Forced into physical form, escaped blood magic experiment, etc.’ to the point where when she eventually Does find out who & what he really is it’s almost a letdown?

solas: i am fen’harel, ancient not-god of rebellionsaar: fuck, really? my bet was on escaped tevene blood magic experiment, now i owe my mom a new knifesolas: …………excuse me, what

there’s still a looot of stuff where i’m working out the details of how and when but the trajectory then is that saar eventually finds out basically everything the inq also knows by the end of trespasser, MEANWHILE solas goes through his usual crisis re: His Duty but the point is. the point is. eventually, they end up on the same page: the veil needs to come down—but slowly.

bit by bit they want to let magic bleed back into the world to some day end up in a future that isn’t arlathan restored exactly as it was, but a better version of it, with magic and spirits but without the godkings and the slavery and all the terrible shit solas tried to seal away the first time

that’s the plan, anyway.

and they set out to make that happen, scraping at the veil, finding places where spirits get twisted into demons and, idk, cleansing them or smth, this part is still very vague in my head (though i’m def gonna incorporate that live-action thing with the mask of fen’harel somehow)

and then, one day, they figure out where solas’s fucking focus is. the orb.

EXCEPT they’re not the only ones after it—corypheus gets his hands on it, meanwhile the mage-templar war is happening and it’s all a big fucking mess and they barely manage to track him to the conclave to try and get it back before he does something terrible and we all know how that goes

the conclave goes up in flames, the breach appears, saar wakes up with the anchor in her hand. and then, when cassandra takes her to the temple and they meet varric and cullen and solas, solas introduces himself

and saar is like WAIT WHAT.

and she gets him alone at the first opportunity to be like, why the fuck are we pretending we don’t know each other??

and he admits that he panicked, maybe, a little bit, in the aftermath of the explosion? but the thing is: they’re both mages, neither of them human, which already puts them at a disadvantage. second, cass & co think saar murdered the divine, she’s the one with the mark and solas is the only one who seems to know anything about the mark, if it was known they came here as a unit it’d make them look GUILTY AS ALL HELL

also, like. technically. they are planning to bring the veil down. just not all at once

tl;dr: da:i happens, but saar and solas are in cahoots and have to pretend they didn’t know each other beforehand, cue shenanigans (& PINING, pls, these two fuckers trying to pretend they’re not in love? hilarious)

and like, obviously this set-up changes A Lot of the character dynamics, i’m working on that, but also pls imagine every fucking instance of solas dropping Hints and Clues bc he can’t fucking help himself and meanwhile saar knows and has to maintain pokerface

vivienne: solas has basically no history and i find that just a tad suspicious, don’t you agree?saar, knowing full well why his backstory is paper-thin and wouldn’t hold up to proper scrutiny for a second: UHHHHHHhave you considered maybe he really is just a feral little forest man, they don’t tend to feature prominently in. like. history.solas, later that day: ‘feral little forest man’, REALLYsaar: you ate a raw rabbit once with your bare handssolas: vhenan, we shared that rabbit

[hiddendreamer67]

Original Character List

I present to you, something Legendary! 😄 It’s so cute, like, oh my gosh, heh, hi! 

Guess what- I have Original Characters now! I’m listing them here to introduce you guys to the handful that exist already, because later I’m going to reblog a prompt list or two and I’m hoping to write some oneshots/drabbles with them to help my with character, plot, and world development. ☺️ 

Btw this world is totally gonna have gt elements but ironically everyone I’ve created so far is human-sized!  😅 And also I’m putting this list under a cut so that as I add people I can list them here as well. (And disclaimer, this is my initial ideas for these peeps, they still have the potential to evolve and change).

Human Characters

Prince Valentine, I think youngest son? - One of the princes in the TBD main human kingdom. The fae and mortals have been in an everlasting state of unrest and war for a long time now, and Valentine gets the idea to try out diplomacy. He hears of Garth/Cam’s friendship and decides to send them out since clearly they know what they’re doing! (They don’t.) Valentine is very energetic and a bit air-headed, he’s also ignorant in a lot of viewpoints because he was raised to believe fae are wild beasts and wants to control them. Later on he’ll get better and realize “Hey fae are people too...ish.” His family thinks his diplomacy mission is foolish but don’t care because he’s not sticking his own neck out.

Cornelius, prince’s main adviser- This wizard(?) is pretty much the only one in the entire castle who actually believes in this diplomacy mission and also is the only one keeping an eye on Valentine. He basically makes sure Garth and Cam are equipped with enough knowledge to not immediately die and helps filter missions as best he can.

Noemi, witch at the edge of the woods- She lives at a different edge than the Thornton family. I don’t know a lot about her yet except that she’s a mostly self-taught witch with a best fae friend (girlfriend?) named Witch Hazel. 

(I think the Thornton family all live in a house on the edge of town near a forest that was -recently?- inhabited by some of the flower fae)

Perth Thornton, father- Not much developed for him yet.

Marabelle Thornton, mother - Not much developed for her either! But both parents are at least alive.

Quill Thornton, eldest son - Perfect boy, start child, parent’s favorite. Sometimes siblings are jealous of him because of attention but they love him too because this guy is obnoxious in there’s not really a reason to hate him. The strong, brotherly type who volunteers around town to help others and is a good leader but listens more than he speaks. Fae relations unclear, I think flower fae generally like him too but idk how he feels about fae.

Bentley Thornton, second oldest son - He’s a good boy too, wants to be an academic but that’s not really in the family line of work. He’s more concerned w/ logistics than the rest of his family which can turn him into a frustrated/stressed wreck since he’s just trying to keep everything in check and good lord why am I the only rational sibling. Flower fae call him Sparrow because his heart always speeds up like a lil’ bird when they’re around since he’s naturally weary.

Garth Thornton, middle child - He’s the main character human, or he’s intended to be. He’s snarky. Spent a long while as the youngest kid and especially now that there’s a new baby he gets sorta left to his own devices, so naturally he ended up accidentally befriending a fae named Cam in the woods. He’s generally distrustful of fae and can feel like the only normal one who gets thrown or tugged into magical dangerous adventures. Flower fae call him Germ- that’s a fun story. ;) 

Posie Thornton, newborn baby sister -  She’s adorable and a baby. Flower fae call her Bud or Blossom because they love her and want her to be one of them so they basically lowkey made her an honorary flower. 

Fae Characters

So an important note: I haven’t fully developed all of the creatures and beings in this universe (feel free to ask if there’s any certain types or categories afoot & where they’d fall), but basically one category is the fae, who basically encompass all natural spirits and come in a variety of physical forms & sizes. There’s a lot of lore w/ fae in play but a big one is Names have power so you gotta use some sort of nickname.

The Winter Vale, King of Winter- Vale is a very powerful fae, controlling all of the winter court. He’s cold-hearted and a real awful dude. He has a few children he repeatedly neglects (@Thistle) and is known for stealing away flower fae to be his stolen brides and bring a spot of color to his chilly domain until inevitably they fade or he gets bored or they run away. Oof. 

Gaia, Queen of Spring- This is the mother of all flower fae; basically, Gaia slept around with pretty much every male fae and that’s why there are a million daughters. She did this because normally Spring can be weaker than Winter, but in large numbers she grew in power and children are more affiliated with whatever parent has more royal blood (so even if she weds a winter, the child will fall in the Spring Court). 

Flower Fae- lil’ bit o’ lore

The flower fae are a sub-branch of Fae; flower fae are all sisters, and they each call each other by a given flower name. They’re basically a lil’ cult of children; by nature, flower fae are curious and giggly and love to play games. Also flower fae are independent beings in that they can have their own outlooks on thing like, say, their opinion on mortals, but inherently they all share this sort of sisterly bond and are inclined to view other sisters fondly. (That comes into play especially w/ sisters spread across the globe, which should not be a thing b/c they thrive on togetherness but yeah some flower fae are kinda everywhere now? Also they aren’t immortal as in they’ve existed forever, they are born from a garden thing and they do have an age order and idk how many are in existence currently but they’re only limited in number by the amount of flower names I can discover. No way in hell have I characterized them all yet.)

Camellia (Cam), flower fae- This is my main girl, she’s the one who somehow manages to befriend Garth and sneak her way into his stony heart. Cam is the youngest of the flower fae when we meet her. She grows attached to Garth and basically becomes an overexcited puppy going on adventures. She’s occasionally viewed as a lil’ sister until she pulls some powerful magic out and everyone’s like “oh yeah nvm she can hold her own”. She’s easily distracted especially when it comes to being serious or mortal affairs. Also she’s got some natural weaknesses like cold and iron are not good for her so she turns a jittery mess in cities and a sleepy mess in the snow.

Uva Ursi, flower fae- She’s a lot more bristly than flower fae are typically known for (at least from Garth’s perspective), but she means well. Was separated from several of her sisters a long time ago but adapted well to the cold. Has a little bit of control over winter elements, due to her relations with The Winter Vale. She was his bride to replace Nightshade and certainly has a complicated past and somehow ended up in the desert for a bit.

Nightshade, flower fae- A previous flower fae gone rogue/evil, basically she was a bride to Vale and managed to escape but went insane. She’s now an assassin and I don’t know all the details but is very encouraging of getting flower fae to join her... cause? Basically it’s a rebel flower fae group who just want to mess life up for others and get vengeance.

Baby’s Breath, flower fae- The true infant of the sisterhood; she’s born after Camellia and is the epitome of ‘baby’. 

Thistle, flower fae- Daughter of Vale and Gaia (King of Winter and Queen of Spring). She is the only flower fae who actually falls into the Winter Court, and as such is accepted by neither. Has SEVERE daddy issues because her father will never accept or love her. But, on a more surface level note, she’s a mischievous little sprite who’s very sarcastic and snarky.

Rose, flower fae- She is the. First. Flower fae, and will never let you forget it. There is a whole clan of ‘roses’ (Primrose, Petite rose, Tea rose, etc.) but Rose is THE Rose. She’s very vain, and thinks she’s mom’s favorite; that might actually be true. Rose does love her sisters but she is not nearly as devoted to them all as is typical of flower fae.

Lily, flower fae- She’s another original flower fae who has a clan of her own  (Tiger Lily, Calla Lily, etc.) but is not nearly as iconic as Rose. She does tend to be a good motherly figure for the flower fae still in the home garden, especially since Gaia is not an attentive mother. At the very least she’s a responsible older sister.

Witch Hazel, flower fae- Hazel found the human witch Noemi and pretty much instantly fell in love (romantically or platonically tbd), so much so that she decided to leave the flower fae sisterhood behind to stay permanently with Noemi and only occasionally comes back to visit. She’s very sweet and a bit uneducated but still wants to do whatever she can to help her witch succeed.

Azalea, flower fae- Way down the road, this is Bentley’s fae girlfriend! In the meantime though, she’s an older sister of Cam’s who’s a bit of a brash, sassy personality but she means well. Is actually a bit nervous about the idea of Cam going into the world of mortals.

...I think that’s everything? Kinda info dumped there, I hope this was at least interesting for some of you. Thank you for reading this list! Feel free to send me any questions you have or let me know if something was unclear!

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Ten for Ten for Ten

Rules: Answer ten questions, come up with ten questions of your own, and tag ten people.

Thanks @misscrazyfangirl321 for tagging me for this!

1. Which fictional character, if any, would you most want to marry?

Starting straight up with the marriage ones huh? I guess Percy Jackson or Alphonse Elric? I’m not entirely sure to be honest.

2. If you could travel to visit anywhere in the known universe without danger, (no suffocating in outer space, no drowning under water, etc.) where would you go? One rule: It has to be a specific, known place. Not “as far into outer space as possible” or something.

Normally I would just say Japan but you want specifics. When it comes to specifics I’m stuck on the Pixar studio (it would be cool to see how they make movies and such up close), the top of mountains in North Carolina (the sunrises are breathtaking), or probably just any beautiful area in Japan with cherry blossoms (or snow. Snow is always an option.) I guess the aesthetic I like is mountains, forests, and cherry blossoms. ^-^’

3. What is your happiest memory?

I think it’s this surprise 14th Birthday party thrown for me and my brother. I had an inkling of an idea that it was being thrown but I was still surprised and amazed when it happened. I pretty much remember almost nothing being wrong (I laughed soda up my nose) and it was so much fun being with my friends.

4. If you could make a permanent crossover between any two shows, and it was guaranteed to be good, which shows would you choose?

Wow this is a lot of power! I immediately think about Gravity Falls and Over the garden wall. They are a common crossover already but they would be good together.

5. The star(s) from the last movie you watched and the star(s) of the last TV show you watched are cast in a new movie together. (Actors, not characters.) What kind of movie is it? Tell me about it.

The last movie I watched was Spirited away and the last show I watched... I saw part of the recent Masked Singer episode. If it’s a full episode then that would be Gravity falls but otherwise I have no clue what the people on the Masked Singer do. I would like to think it’s an animated movie due to all of the VA’s as for the kind of movie, I honestly am not sure. I don’t know if these guys are typecasted or anything of the sort.

6. What’s a hobby that you have outside of Tumblr/fandom? (Sewing, singing, juggling tacos, etc.)

I play acoustic guitar. I have been playing for years and I play it for my church on Sundays.

7. If you could make just one change to Tumblr, and the change was absolutely permanent, what would it be?

The group chat things on mobile? I hear they are only on mobile so I would hope to have it available on computer... and the bugs fixed.

8. Your most recent OTP and your very first OTP meet. What happens? Do they get along? What do they talk about?

My first OTP I think was Bob the builder and Wendy. My most recent is Raz and Lili from Psychonauts I think? I ship a lot of characters. Anyways I would hope they do get along though Bob would probably get frustrated or something. They would probably talk about certain abnormalities like say, the talking construction vehicles and the psychic powers?

9. If you could have any kind of fictional creature as a pet EXCEPT a dragon or a unicorn, what would you pick?

A soot sprite from Spirited away. Those things are so cute!

10. What is your favorite article of clothing that you’re currently wearing? Is it a funky hat? A sparkly ring? A pair of boots?

I guess my (probably fake) silver ring or my red and black glasses. It’s seriously weird when I’m not wearing either of them.

Alright so now I have to come up with questions!

1.) Most recent book that you read? Did you even like it?

2.) If you could talk to anyone real or fictional who would it be? Do you have a reason?

3.) If you could learn anything, what would it be? Any reason why?

4.) If you could bring back any fashion trend, what would it be?

5.) Sci-fi or fantasy?

6.) Favorite fictional character? Would you trade places with them? Why or why not?

7.) If you had a time machine, where would you go? (Staying put is also a viable option.) Any reason why?

8.) Favorite place that you’ve ever traveled to? If you haven’t traveled where do you want to go?

9.) If you could see any movie, show, musical, e.t.c for the first time again, what would it be?

10.) If you could write a book that was guaranteed to be a best seller, what would you write?

Tagging: @avril-circus @lovebytes @anxiousaesthetics @imaginashon @theonetrueblue1 @needle-foot @chamiryokuroi @hccupit @your-deku @malibubandit Only do this if you want to though!

[high5nerd]

The Misadventures of Fanty and Pitch Black---Chap. Five

Since it was Halloween, Fanty arranged a party with everyone, including Pitch. The Nightmare King watched Fanty set up streamers of gold, black and orange, and blow up balloons of black and orange. She set out a pile of Blu-Ray DVDs like The Nightmare before Christmas, A Charlie Brown Halloween, Sleepy Hollow, and her Harry Potter collection. She even baked a giant cake that looked like half a pumpkin, lit orange candles on the table, and set up bowls of popcorn, m&ms, caramels, gummy bears and lollipops near the TV. Pitch was offered to help cook the chicken fingers, but he ended up just putting the ketchup and BBQ sauce on the table instead.

Fanty didn't like how he handled the stove.

What really creeped the hell out of Pitch was that Fanty dressed for the party. He knew kids did for Halloween, but not teens. Apparently he needs to really learn more in order to become stronger and take in more fear. She dressed as a pirate, with the whole embroidered coat, feathered hat, heavy boots and swashbuckling cutlass. Good thing the cutlass was fake, because she whacked him with it when he tried sneaking a caramel.

It startled him even more that everyone else wore costumes as well. Mystic was the first to arrive with a bowlful of fruit salad, dressed as Artemis Fowl. She looked very fancy and mature in the costume, unlike Angel, who dressed as a giant kitten with the bell and everything. Xion dressed as a man named Doctor Who, who Pitch didn't really know but the name sure did sound familiar. He must have heard his name while searching for fear. Star dressed as a mermaid, and she even dyed her hair a bright blue and green and painted scales on her legs that almost looked real. Drago was the last to arrive, but came with the delicious mint fudge and bottles of root beer, cream soda and Sprite. She wore a shaded hat, a whip by her side, high brown boots, a leather jacket that looked well worn, light brown pants and a button up.

"Indiana Jones." She smiled at Pitch, shaking his hand while trying to balance the tray of mint fudge in one arm.

"Wow." Pitch could only blurt.

The merriment lasted for about four hours, just three hours to midnight. Music blared from the stereo, and all the girls jumped to dance to Thriller. Pitch simply watched and ate caramels to his heart's content, pretending to be bored but really fascinated by their way of celebration. It was strange, because he was so used to people shuddering and hiding from fear while these girls literally laughed at its ugly face. He couldn't help but smile at their bravery.

After eating to their fill of dinner consisting of chicken fingers, fruit salad, French fries and pasta, they sat around the TV, surrounding Pitch completely and blocking off any escape. Fanty sat to his right and Angel to his left.

"So what's it like being immortal?" Drago asked, resting her head in her hand as she slowly chewed on a caramel.

"Boring at times, but you certainly have your freedoms." Pitch honestly replied, feeling oddly warm and flattered at the attention that was on him.

"What do you do for fun?" Xion asked, leaning forward as if Pitch were to tell a secret.

Pitch shrugged indifferently, "Sometimes I like to go for a ride on one of my nightmares or take a stroll through the forest. Maybe even read a good book."

"Really? Have you read Brothers' Grimm?" Xion beamed, her eyes shining.

Pitch nodded, and started listing off his fingers, "Edgar Allen Poe, Shakespeare, Grimm, Algernon Blackwood, H.P. Lovecraft, Stephen King, you name it."

Fanty rested a hand on his arm, and he looked at her. She gave him a warning look, a look that really made her appear like the pirate she dressed as. "Be careful, Pitch, or Xion might swoon."

If Xion could, she'd have flowers and light flares erupting from her very body like in those animes she loved so much.

They continued to talk, making sure they avoided sensitive topics like why Pitch had contempt for certain spirits. Once it finally hit midnight, the sugar rush exploded. The girls were perky and bouncing up and down, wild smiles on their faces. Pitch couldn't help but laugh at them. They all voted to watch The Nightmare before Christmas, and Fanty quickly popped it in before snuggling up into the couch once the movie started.

Everyone laughed at certain parts and enjoyed the film, but Pitch and the girls-besides Fanty-laughed at the introduction to Oogie Boogie. Once the shot of his actual buggy form came forth from the shadows to torment Santa Claus, Fanty gasped and jumped behind the sofa, peeking out so only her hat to her eyes could be seen. Pitch laughed cruelly, understanding why Oogie Boogie freaked her out. All those bugs crawling out of him didn't scare him, but it did gross him out. Still, the music was entertaining. Everyone turned from the screen to watch Pitch, who tapped his foot along with the music and had a happy smile on his face as he bobbed his head side to side. He imagined himself in Oogie Boogie's place and North in Santa Claus's place, strapped to the table after being kidnapped.

But then Fanty and the girls giggled at Pitch's face during Jack and Sally's duet, which was twisted into a grimace.

"They just had to put romance in it. Maybe if he bit off her arm I would rate it five stars." Pitch said as everyone sat in a circle in Fanty's living room, the lights dim and the candles lit to tell ghost stories.

"Jack does have scary looking teeth." Mystic nodded, understanding where Pitch was coming from.

"I dunno, romance is pretty cute. Just not for some movies." Fanty said dreamily.

Pitch scoffed and shoved a lollipop in her mouth, and she glared at him, but then began eating it since it was in fact her favorite kind.

"Pitch, have you ever been in a relationship?" Drago asked, playing with her candy wrapper.

Fanty choked on her lollipop as she hooted with laughter, causing half of the girls to glare at her or smirk. Pitch gave her a look, and without a warning, growled and bared his teeth at her with his fingers curled, getting into the right light of the candle to accent his cheekbones and his eyes and teeth. Fanty shrieked, and then slapped the lollipop onto his nose, and Pitch exclaimed at the disgusting cavity on a stick that was glued to his nose.

Drago, Xion, Mystic, Star and Angel burst out laughing, making Fanty grin happily that she was able to outmaneuver Pitch without making a mess. Pitch finally yanked off the lollipop from his nose and tossed it into a nearby garbage can, before gently rubbing his nose at the feeling of air hitting his skin.

"But really, have you?" Star asked, eager to know.

Pitch cast one glare at Fanty before replying, "Yes, I have."

Everyone gasped. "Really?! Who!? Mother Nature?!"

Pitch looked horrified, "She's my daughter!"

Everyone held up their hands in apology, and Pitch could tell from their wide eyes they meant no harm and they sincerely were sorry. The pose they were all doing looked as if they were about to do a ritual in a witch's coven.

"Awkward!" Xion exclaimed, and Star couldn't help but laugh it off.

"We're sorry, Pitch. We're not very knowledgeable on spirits and stuff you're so used to." Drago said with a gently smile, handing him a napkin to get rid of the remaining lollipop goo on his nose.

"And I asked about the Tooth Fairy earlier, and that was a definite no." Fanty informed the five other girls, who nodded understandingly.

"I was married before I became the Nightmare King," Pitch said lowly, really not wanting to talk about it, "I had a daughter, too."

"Was that daughter Mother Nature?" Mystic asked.

Pitch nodded, and something in Fanty clicked. She could see he didn't want to talk about this, so she vouched for him immediately, "Hey! Let's hear Pitch share a scary story. I bet he's really good at it!"

Everyone agreed with unison of "Yeah!" and compliments on his work as the Boogeyman and making Halloween so spooky. Pitch felt truthfully flattered, and he couldn't help but smile proudly as he shifted his legs, making him look even taller than he was before.

"Well, I am pretty talented. Hmm…which story?" Pitch playfully tapped his chin, and the six girls grinned and leaned forward, wanting to hear the best horror story from him.

"Ah! Well, long ago, during my first centuries as the Boogeyman, there was this tiny village somewhere in Mexico, and in this village was this beautiful woman named Maria. She was loved by far, and I couldn't blame them. She had silky looking hair that nearly reached the floor, and her eyes were the color of rich chocolate. Back then, chocolate was a luxury, but she received so much of it, it made her fill with pride at knowing how beautiful she was."

"She sounds high-strung." Fanty crinkled her nose, but the other girls shushed her for Pitch to continue.

"But then this traveler came into the village, and once he saw Maria, he fell in love just like the rest of the men. But unlike them, he was persistent, clever, and knew just how to woo her and earn her heart. Maria, thinking he was the perfect match for her since he was handsome, fell in love with him and immediately agreed to his marriage proposal. It sounds promising, does it not? They even had two beautiful children, and they seemed to be such a happily family. But…"

"There it is, the but!" Xion exclaimed, and Drago covered her mouth with her hand, enraptured with the story and Pitch's deep, velvety voice.

"Maria's husband returned to the praries, where he originally came from. Days turned into weeks, and he would then leave at dawn and return in time for supper. Maria, confused and suspicious at his departures, asked the other villagers where he goes, yet none knew. She knew he would come back, for he always did. Just before their two children got into bed, he would come home and spend time with them, like telling tales of his adventures and his family's history. Yet…he paid no attention to Maria. She was starting to get irritated. Was he no longer enraptured with her beauty? Her suspicions got the best of her, and slowly she grew more angry every day he left. But one fateful Sunday, a day of Sabbath, Maria's husband admitted to seeing another woman of his own class and wanting to never see her again.

Maria was furious. Her anger turned into red-hot hate. She even started to hate her own children, for they got his attention and love when she received none. To her, it was their fault. But that afternoon she was on a stroll with her two children, her not-so-faithful husband drove by in a richly decorated carriage, and sitting beside him was a wealthy looking woman. He only stopped to greet his kids, wish them a pleasant day and continued on down the road.

That caused the final blow to Maria's pride, for she was so angry and spiteful, she grabbed her kids by their necks and threw them into the river, and they drowned."

"Oh no…" Drago whimpered, her eyes widening in shock.

"But just as their bodies floated down the river, she realized the horrible mistake she made. She cried out in fear, and tried to reach for them, but they were gone. The following morning, a lone traveler on his way home found her dead body by the side of the river. The village buried her in the exact spot where she was found dead.

Yet…every night, the villagers could hear a woman crying in the night, somewhere close to the river. She cried for her children. A foolish villager went out around midnight to confront the sound, but never returned nor was heard from again. Some say her red-hot anger turned her eyes red and she attacked him, drowning him just like how she drowned her kids. Even now, she still roams the rivers, sobbing for her children."

Pitch looked at every individual girl, and grinned in victory. They all shook with fear, had gumball sized eyes and were either biting at their nails or hugging themselves, their mouths wide open.

"I've heard the story before," Mystic finally choked out, "But you made it ten times creepier."

"You definitely have the voice for it." Drago nodded in agreement to Angel's opinion.

"Well! I think that sums up this party. Bedtime!" Pitch clapped his hands, like he was the king of the court.

All the girls groaned and whined, falling limply to the floor in a mini tantrum. Well, besides Drago. She merely shrugged while looking at her watch, knowing Pitch was right. She was the most mature of the group anyways.

"Aww, why!?"

"Do we have to?"

"Noooo…."

"I don't wanna."

"This isn't fair!"

Pitch grabbed at his hair, feeling ashamed. "Oh MiM, I feel like I'm your father. This is terrible."

After everyone left, everything was cleaned up and Fanty was out like a light and sleeping in her bed, Pitch sat on the couch in the living room, peering at the DVD case of Sleepy Hollow.

This story was true, he thought to himself, flipping it over to see the actors in the movie, I remember. The sense of fear was so thick. Even I couldn't approach the Headless Horseman. Not that I was scared. He was just rude.

He silently put the DVD case down and rubbed at his head out of exhaustion. What am I even doing? Why am I even sticking around here? I could just leave and never come back. The thought made him sit up and berate himself, You wished day and night for someone to accept you, and you finally got your wish. Granted, they may be insane teenagers, but you were having fun and you like having them around, admit it.

"Darn. I'm stuck." Pitch muttered to himself, standing up in frustration and pacing over to the window, where he could see Man in Moon shine brightly in the navy blue sky.

He glared at the moon, and hissed rudely, "You did this, didn't you? Fate. This was all fate caused by you."

Pitch listened to his reply, and scoffed. "Don't play dumb. Why do you choose to speak to me now and not when I needed you most?"

He listened again, and rolled his eyes. "Whatever, Dark Ages Shmark Ages."

He waited. He then furrowed his eyebrows and spat, "I am not turning into Fanty!"

But then Man in Moon said something that caught his attention. "Wait, why do I need her?"

Man in Moon explained himself, watching Pitch's expression fall from suspicious confusion to utter disbelief. "Wait…I'm…why?"

Man in Moon was silent for a minute, and tried explaining that he was trying to help Pitch, but Pitch was…scared. He was too scared. He stepped away from the window, half hidden from the line of sight of the moon.

"But why? Why am I dying?"

[whims-of-insane-fandoms]

Kiss Me Once, Kiss Me Twice

Shion had never wanted this existence. Since his creation, when the Three Elder Gods came to him, he was given the mantle of God of Death, a darkness to rival Tenebris Erebus. As soon as his sphere of control was revealed, all the deities steered away from him. They hated him. Feared him. He hated it.

For a while, he was alone. Alone. An ugly feeling. Yet who could he be with? He was Mortem Shion, the god of death, the personification of Winter. He was fine with it. Truly. His only companions were demons. Demons like Praedo Safu, a minor deity amongst demonesses. She understood him. Somewhat. Enough. He liked her enough.

He hated being alone. Hated being hated. Being alone was a punishment Shion would only give to his most hated enemy. There was one Shion hated. His opposite. The one everyone loved. His light half.

The God of Life.

Erebus spoke about him a lot. The God of Life was a protector of humans. He was loved by humans and gods. He was blessed with beauty and a wonderful voice. He was loved by everyone. He was perfect.

Shion hated him.

He’d never met the God of Life. Yet he hated him. He envied him. How could he be loved? Life was a cruel thing. Death was form of salvation and punishment. In life, people suffered while others hurt others. When they died, the good people who suffered were given salvation. When they died, the terrible people suffered. Life was terrible. Why would anyone love life? The God of Life was crueler than him. Life was a lie. A beautiful lie.

“Lord Shion, do you know what today is?” Safu asked.

Shion looked up, the shade from his umbrella still not helping the heat of the summer day. The longest day of summer. The day where the God of Life was the strongest. The day he used his great powers to help the people. He frowned, “Yes. The summer solstice.”

“Correct.” Safu said, dangling upside down from the building they were on. She pointed somewhere. Shion followed her gaze and saw it was a forest. “Lord Erebus say the God of Life performs a ritual in a field over there. He is alone, singing to the Great Tree.”

“Alone?”

Safu straightened herself with a dark smile, “Yes. Completely alone.”

Shion stood, smiling, “Wouldn’t it be fun to scare him? To make him feel darkness? To defile his light?”

“What are you thinking about doing?” Safu asked, eyes glittering maliciously.

“Secret.” Shion answered. He tossed his umbrella and caught it as it morphed into his scythe. His body shifted into his true form as the God of Death. He became a pale, cold skeleton with black wings wearing a black cloak. The familiar image of the Grim Reaper. He turned to his demon, “Continue spreading the new illness we worked on. I’ll be back.”

“Alright, my lord!” Safu said, bowing lowly.

Shion threw himself from the building, allowing the wind to carry him for a while. He passed several humans, observing their lifespans. None of them seemed close to death. Wait. Never mind. The exception was a young man with long dark hair walking with a man whose lifespan Shion could not see. Two days to live. What a shame.

Shion found the young man’s name – Yudai Kurokami, age 21 – in his records and reminded himself to keep an eye on that one. According to his records, the God of Life had extended this boy’s life by two years.

“Time to scare that God.”

Shion flew away from the human, heading to the field Safu had spoken of. He couldn’t wait to meet the God of Life. Would the God be terrified of him? Other gods were. Tenebris Erebus and Chaos were exceptions. They knew of his importance. Others did not care. They just loved life and hated death. It was Shion’s cruel reality.

He dropped down slowly into the forest, close to the field. When he landed, the grass underneath him died. It seemed his aura was going out of control. He tried to control it but then noticed a light surround the dying patch he stood on. Suddenly, the grass grew once again, saved from decay. Interesting. Shion walked further, following the small lights. It seemed it would lead him straight to the God of Life.

“The winds sweep away souls, and

people snatch away hearts.”

The melodic voice made Shion pause. He’d heard a lot of singing in his time as the God of Death. Humans had great talent in it. He’d met a lot of humans possessing that talent. Singers. Yet all those singers paled in comparison to this wonderful voice. Beautiful. Ethereal. His heart soared. He walked forward into the field.

“Oh Earth. . . Oh stormy rains. . .

Oh heavens. . . Oh light. . .

please harbor everything in this place.”

The field was covered with an intense light. The grass and flowers had grown to an exceptional height. Small lights came from the ground, making the world shine brighter.

In the middle of the field was a figure brighter than anything he’d seen, singing while in a prayer-like stance. Their hair were flames. Brilliant. Distracting. Their whole body, radiant and beautiful, glowed like the sun. They were dressed in white robes that flowed in the gentle breeze. There were golden designs woven into the robes, which glowed with the same intensity of the deity.

They were beautiful. The God of Life was truly beautiful. More radiant than any goddess of love and beauty. They were truly blessed with the light of life. The light he could never had. In comparison to this god, Shion was hideous. His bone-like appearance. His dark robes. His cold body. His pitch-black wings. He was no good. He was disgusting.

They were right to fear him. The God of Death really was hideous. The God of Life was beauty itself.

“Please harbor everything in this place,

and abide here forever.”

Shion didn’t know what to do. He’d come to hurt the God of Life, so he could feel his pain. However, he couldn’t. This light was too bright to be dimmed. He couldn’t touch the God of Life. He shouldn’t have come here. He didn’t belong so close to the light. Not him with his darkness. This warmth. This light. He could not handle it.

“Oh soul. . . oh heart. . .

Oh love. . . Oh yearnings. . .

Please return to this place,

and abide here forever.”

Shion felt so weak. He felt something in his heart stirring but he was not sure what it was. What was this? This emotion was foreign. Strange. He was not used to this. This God, with his beautiful music, was doing things to him he’d never felt before. He didn’t understand. He kneeled down, feeling his appearance shift. His true form was gone. He looked like a mortal right now.

What was he to do now?

He felt something bright and hot approaching him. His eyes widened, and he looked up. There he was. The God of Life. His eyes were open, unlike before. They were so bright. Just orbs of light that had no iris or pupil. It was something worthy of his status as a God. Shion just couldn’t believe he was here. The God of Life continued his song, as if he’d never left from his space to be close to him.

“The winds sweep away souls,

and people snatch away hearts.

Nevertheless, I shall remain in this place

and continue singing.”

The God of Life kneeled down, now at eye level with Shion. He smiled, his true form dissolving. His hair changed from flames to long slate-colored hair. There were flowers woven in his hair, oddly enough. Well, it was to be expected. He was the God of Life. His bright, glowing skin dimmed, becoming a healthy, human shade. His eyes stopped glowing so brightly, revealing exceptional grey eyes that still had a hint of their earlier glow.

Even in a human form, the God of Life outshined him.

Yet he did not look at him in disgust or anger. He extended his hand, a small smile on his face. He touched Shion’s hands, a small glow enveloping him. He closed his eyes to continue his beautiful song.

“Please, somehow,

send my song to where it must reach.

Please, somehow,

receive and accept this song of mine.”

The song ended yet Shion still felt overwhelmed. The God of Life assessed him, “You are no mere human, are you? Who are you?”

Shion was tongue-tied. The God of Life tilted his head in confusion. He blinked. He was surprisingly patient. He frowned, “What are you? A forest spirit? Summer sprite? Fairy?”

Shion felt himself turn pink. The God of Life leaned forward, “You don’t look so good. I’ll heal you.” He placed a small kiss on Shion’s forehead and Shion felt that was his breaking point. He fell backwards, completely overwhelmed and red. He felt the God of Life call out to him, but he didn’t understand. Nothing made sense.

He closed his eyes, calling forth his familiars. Oh, if only someone came to save him from this embarrassment. That would be great.

At that moment, thousands of black birds appeared in the field. The God of Life stood up, manifesting a golden staff. He looked at Shion, “Stay back. The God of Death comes.” He smiled softly, “I’ll protect you.”

The God of Life was kind. Wanting to protect him against Death. The poor thing didn’t even know that he was the God of Death. Really. What heart did the God of Life possess? Why was he so kind? Even to someone like him.

“No need.” Shion said, finally finding his senses. He stood, manifesting his scythe. The God of Life took a step back, eyes wide. Shion bowed, “I am Mortem Shion. God of death, your opposite, my God of Life.”

“How dare you come here. This sacred ground is not for someone who wields death.” The God of Life shouted. He pointed his staff in front of Shion. But he did not look angry. He was attempting it, but it wasn’t a strong feeling. How cute.

“I wanted to see you, great God of Life.”

“For what reason?”

Shion smiled. He tilted his head, observing the angry god, “What is your name?”

“Vitae Nezumi.”

“Nezumi, huh?” Shion smiled. He winked at the other god, “You are going to become mine.”

“Bold assumption, cretin.” The God of Life, Nezumi, stated.

“Cute.” Shion said. His birds surrounded the area, blinding the God of Life. Shion approached him, wondering why he had never met the God before. He leaned forward, placing a chaste kiss on the other’s lips. He pulled away, looking at those glowing eyes that still entranced him, “A kiss from Death doesn’t just mean your time is up.”

“What?!”

“See you soon, Nezumi.”

The birds descended and the God of Life was left alone in his field. He touched his lips and frowned. How had he let his guard down? Why had he let his guard down with the God of Death? Hadn’t he been careful like always? Yet how had that god slipped through his radar and had managed to kiss him? And why was he so comfortable with that kiss?

“Damn God of Death.” Nezumi hissed, “I’ll get you. Just you wait.”

And so began Shion’s attempts to woe Nezumi, a series of strange occurrences that, at first, irked Nezumi. Shion kept appearing wherever Nezumi would be, offering gifts Nezumi would admit were slightly intriguing and beautiful. A lot of them were human books, movies, art pieces and other strange objects. They were worthless to any other god but Nezumi didn’t mind. In his home, he kept all of the gifts he was given.

His rooms were filled with beautiful paintings and exquisite sculptures. With chalices that human kings used and books from an ancient library that burned to ashes. With crowns Nezumi was not interested in but admired and robes fit for royalty. With fine silverware and porcelain toys that Nezumi was oddly puzzled with.

It was rather sweet of the God of Death to give him so many trinkets.

No one really understood Nezumi’s love of human objects. While he did like them, he was not like a dragon that desired riches. He valued what the humans created. Humans and their creations always amazed him. Life was that precious and beautiful. Humans could not create such beauty after death.

“You need to clean out more.” Inukashi, Nezumi’s partner and patron god of animals, said as they observed Nezumi’s home.

Nezumi frowned, fixing the newest book into his addition. He floated down, having been on the top of his bookcase wall. He sat down in his favorite couch, watching his living room, “Everything’s perfectly clean, as always.”

“Riiiight.” Inukashi frowned, looking up at the crystal chandelier that had not been in the manor before.

It was quiet so Nezumi thought Inukashi dropped it. He grabbed the book Shion had first given to him. It was an early print of Paradise Lost Nezumi had been looking for centuries. He became engrossed in the novel, the world disappearing.

The world came to focus as Inukashi hummed, “So, who’s the deity?”

“What?” Nezumi questioned, almost dropping the novel he held.

“All of these are trinkets given during a courtship. I’m not an idiot. I’m just asking who the brave deity that dared to start a courtship with you, the God of Life, is.” Inukashi stood, looking at the paintings Nezumi had yet to hang up. They were painted beautifully, in art styles reminiscent to deceased painters. They tilted their head, “A god of art? A god of thieves? A god of beauty?”

“It’s none of those things,” Nezumi huffed.

“Don’t tell me Lux Night is finally courting you?!” Inukashi gasped excitedly, “I always knew you two would make a good pair! Oh, that would explain the lamps and violins! Night has always said you needed more light in your home!”

“No, it’s not Night!” Nezumi yelled, annoyed. Cheeks red, he yelled, “It’s that dark, idiotic bastard that dared to find me during the summer solstice!”

“Oh no, it’s Tenebris Erebus?!” Inukashi said in horror.

“Ew, no! That’s disgusting!” Nezumi said, also in horror. He coughed, “Not Night’s twin. S-s-someone else that is dark and is an idiot.”

Inukashi was silent. They pondered in the matter for a while. When they spoke, the name they said wasn’t the one Nezumi expected, “Chaos, the Elder God?”

“No, Inukashi!” Nezumi said, exasperated, “Mortem Shion! Shion!”

The room with so many objects was quiet. The minor god looked confused, “Mortem Shion? The God of Death. The God of Death is courting you?” They coughed awkwardly, scratching the back of their head, “The God of Death that is successfully courting you?”

“He is not being successful.”

Inukashi raised an eyebrow, “That’s rich, coming from the one who is hoarding all of his gifts.” They glanced at the room, “And I mean hoarding. The walls are filled with paintings and bookcases. And the hallways and entrance have a lot of statues.”

“I like his gifts.”

“So, has he been appearing to you for every single little gift he gives you?” At Nezumi’s blush, Inukashi grinned, displaying their canines. Their god was so easy to read. They approached Nezumi slowly, “Is he really a skeleton like the humans say? Or is he handsome?”

Nezumi looked up at the roof, “He’s a skeleton sometimes. But that’s not what I care about.”

“What do you care about?”

“Knowledge. Thought. Emotion. Kindness.”

“That doesn’t sound like your God of Death.”

Nezumi didn’t know if he could tell Inukashi the truth. The truth that the charming God of Death was brilliant and wise. That Shion was a bit dorky whenever he tried to woe him. That he told him sappy poems that Nezumi had already heard from deceased, mortal poets. That he used cheesy pickup lines and said corny jokes. That Shion would always blush a bright red whenever he’d laugh at his jokes. That the day of the summer solstice all that time ago, where he was alone . . . Shion had decided not to hurt him.

Since his creation, he’d been told by the Elder Gods that the God of Death resented him for being the love of every deity while he was alone. As such, he’d always felt a bit of pity for the God of Death. Meeting him had changed that perception.

The God of Death shouldn’t be pitied. He looked small and weak, but he was anything but. Shion deserved some respect. And some attention. Nezumi was just baffled that he’d want him, of all the deities.

He was not the kindest, no matter what people told him. He gave life but he couldn’t help those that suffered. He wasn’t attentive, most of his time spent fighting gods of misfortune. He wasn’t beautiful like gods of beauty and love. He was just the God of Life. Nothing special.

“You’re thinking about it~!”

Nezumi snapped to reality, blushing greatly, “Inukashi!”

Inukashi laughed, “You’re so cute!”

“Not funny.” Nezumi huffed.

Inukashi clapped their hands, “There’s going to be a New Year celebration in the heavens. Invite your God of Death! It’s the one day that we’re not obligated to do anything and let humans do as humans do.”

“The New Year Ball, huh?” Nezumi thought to himself. Inukashi grinned, their Cheshire-like grin being ignored by the other god. Yeah, Nezumi was into the God of Death.

Nezumi left the house and began to search for Shion. It wasn’t hard to find him, though. He was following Yudai again, the boy Nezumi kept saving. He was in his human form rather than his true form this time he found the God of Death stalking the human.

“Leave him alone, Shion.” Nezumi sighed as Shion was about to touch the boy’s back.

Shion squeaked, an odd sound considering his dark clothes and imposing scythe. He turned around, blushing. Since he was so pale, the blush was more prominent. Nezumi figured that the look suited him. He almost blushed at his own thoughts.

“N-N-Nezumi?” Shion gasped out.

He wasn’t a smooth taller when caught off-guard. Nezumi found he was cuter when he was caught off-guard. It reminded him of the day they first met during the summer solstice. Shion coughed again, looking away, “What are you doing here?”

“I was looking for you.”

Saying that out loud almost made Nezumi blush. Almost. He looked away, failing to catch the shocked face of the God of Death. Nezumi sat down on the ground, watching Yudai turn a corner and meet with their significant other. Yudai laughed as his boyfriend held him up, twirling him in the air. Was that love?

He wasn’t twirling Shion in the air and vice-versa. They’d only had two kisses – the one Nezumi gave to Shion to try to heal him and the one Shion had given to him to display his affection. They weren’t quite the kisses Yudai gave to his boyfriend’s cheek or the one his boyfriend gave Yudai that left him breathless. It was different.

“Does romantic love vary depending on the people involved?” Nezumi questioned.

Shion blinked, glancing at the human and their boyfriend. He looked back at Nezumi, “Yes. Love isn’t just the cheesy kisses and sweet talk.”

“I see.”

Shion glanced at Nezumi again. What was he thinking about, asking these questions? Was he wondering about love? Was he comparing the love of a human to a love of a god? Shion crossed his arms, “Gods aren’t cute like humans are when they’re in love.”

“Oh?”

Shion nodded, “Humans have a short life. Death can happen anytime. So that’s why a lot of them love so much. Because they may never show it again tomorrow. Life could end without them knowing about it. As such, they express a lot of their love. Gods have all the time in the world.”

“Even so, we should pick up things from the humans.” Nezumi stated.

Shion frowned, “Huh?”

Nezumi stood up, “Mortem Shion, come with me to the heavens for the New Year’s Ball.”

Shion’s eyes widened, “The ball? They wouldn’t want me around there.”

“Who cares about the other deities? I want you there!” Nezumi said.

Shion felt his heart skip a beat. He was wanted by someone who was loved by everyone? He could’ve fainted then, but he didn’t want to repeat what had occurred in their first meeting. He took a deep breath, “Then I’ll go.”

Loved by the one everyone loved. Even if the whole world detested him, it was fine if he had the love of the person he cared for. It wasn’t love, not quite, but it was something weirdly similar.

Nezumi looked at the ground, “Okay, I’ll see you then.”

Nezumi was about to leave when an idea struck. He smirked, turning around. Shion was still rooted in his spot, looking unsure. He coughed, “Shion.”

When Shion looked up, Nezumi blew him a kiss. It was cheesy and corny and so embarrassing, but it was worth it when Shion turned really red. The God of Death turned around, “S-S-See you then!”

He jumped up and flew away. Nezumi would’ve laughed but he was too shocked at his own audacity. He yelled, covering his face. He was a crazy bastard! How was the God of Death into him?! He shook his head, “I should find suitable clothes for that day.”

The New Year Ball was a week away.

Shion and Nezumi were unsure if they really wanted to go.

“But didn’t you say he blew you a kiss? Isn’t that a good thing?”

“But he said he’d go, didn’t he?”

Safu and Inukashi were both done with their nervous wrecks of gods. Safu was more than willing to drag her dark master to the ball, regardless of the clothes he wore or the state of his mind. Inukashi would not hesitate to blackmail their master, as long as they went out and spent time with their beloved God of Death.

“You’re going to see him and that’s that!”

The day of the ball, Safu dragged Shion to Erebus and Chaos, who had volunteered to lend him their best robes to impress his God of Life. Erebus gave him weird tips as Chaos brushed his hair. Presentation was everything, after all.

Meanwhile, Inukashi had enlisted the help of several goddesses of beauty to fix Nezumi. Lord knew he didn’t care about his appearance and always had twigs stuck in his hair during functions. Nezumi complained about this new method of torture but Inukashi didn’t care. The god had to look good for the God of Death.

Shion was nervous to see Nezumi again. Nezumi was embarrassed to see Shion again. Thanks to their no-nonsense familiars and minor deities, the two looked proper and ready for the grand ball.

Shion and Safu entered the temple first, Safu holding one of their ravens. Shion was dressed in a dark suit while some of his white hair was brushed to the side. He also wore a long dark coat and he’d transformed his scythe into a cane. He looked elegant, a feat Safu was proud of. The other deities stared at him in fear, others mumbling. Shion wasn’t surprised. This was the first ball he was attending since he came to existence.

“Lord Mortem Shion, pleasure to see you around.” Night greeted. The easygoing god of light and opposite to his friend Erebus bowed, the only one showing him respect. He straightened himself, “What brings you around?”

“I was invited.”

“Oh? By who, my lord?”

“Oh my!”

“Lord Vitae Nezumi is here!”

Shion turned to see Nezumi entering the temple, goddesses fawning over him. Nezumi had his hair up, a contrast to the last time he’d seen the god in his human guise. In his ponytail, there was a single white rose. He was dressed in golden robes that looked similar to the robes Shion had seen him in the first time they saw each other. This time, however, there were dark designs that looked like vines. Beside him was a smug Inukashi, who looked proud that they had dragged their foolish god into the temple.

Nezumi looked around, finally spotting Shion. He waved goodbye to Inukashi and headed straight to Shion. He smiled, extending his hand, “Shall we go, Shion?”

Shion coughed, extending his hand and holding the warm hand of the God of Life. This caused the other deities to whisper amongst themselves. Night glanced at their joined hands and smiled, “You two look lovely together.”

“You’re okay with this?” Shion frowned, glancing at the God of Light.

Night shrugged, “Why not? You fit well and a balance works well with lovers. Not so much when they’re twins.” He glanced at Erebus, looking wistful. He bowed at both of them, “You two have my deepest blessings for your courtship.”

“W-w-we haven’t done something like that.” Shion blushed, looking down.

“Sure, dear.” Night said. He winked at Nezumi before walking away, leaving the two deities alone. The attention of the room was still on them, as the two Elder Gods Elyurias and Leixam had yet to arrive. They tightened their hands on each other, feeling a bit awkward in this place.

“I haven’t attended a ball in ages.” Shion admitted.

“Same here. I find them boring, filled with boring deities.” Nezumi admitted.

The two glanced at each other, unsure of what to say yet having a lot to say. Nezumi broke the ice, “Night’s blessings are important for a courtship. Pairings without his blessing are not meant to happen.”

“We’re not a pair yet. And I’m the one that started this one-sided courtship. You haven’t accepted yet.” Shion muttered, looking up at the ceiling. The temple was beautiful yet not as beautiful as the true form of the God of Life he liked. He supposed that was just fine.

“I haven’t?”

Shion nodded, “You haven’t.”

Nezumi was pensive before he brought their joined hands up in the air. Shion flinched as Nezumi yelled, “Deities of the Heavens, hear my voice!”

“What are you doing?!” Shion gasped out.

He knew what Nezumi was doing. He was not a fool. To accept a courtship between deities, a kiss was necessary to reciprocate. To make a courtship official, one had to announce to the deities in the heavens.

“Since the Summer Solstice, I have been in a one-sided Courtship. That ends today, in this grand celebration. I accept this Courtship!”

Shion couldn’t believe it. Nezumi was accepting his audacious proposal. Nezumi was comfortable about spending time with him, possibly be in a relationship with him. He heard claps and Safu yelled, “You got him, Lord Shion!”

“I-I-I.” Shion stuttered, staring at Nezumi. He was glad to see Nezumi was blushing just as badly as he was, but he was smiling. Was his heartbeat really loud right now? Could Nezumi hear it? How loud it was beating because he had accepted him? Did he know?

“This guy’s crazy about me and the feeling is mutual.” Nezumi said. He squeezed their hands – a warm hand and a cold hand balancing each other out.

“Congratulations!”

“You did it, my lord!”

“Kiss him, you dumb god!”

Nezumi brought their hands to his lips, kissing Shion’s fingers gently. Shion blushed as everyone cheered. Night, Chaos, Safu, Erebus and Nezumi’s familiar deity were chanting his name alongside Nezumi’s. Everyone was happy with this. He couldn’t believe it. The ones that had rejected him were okay with him taking their precious God of Life?

“You two are cute together!”

“May your ship sail well!”

Shion looked at Nezumi. Nezumi looked at him back. The world, for that moment, seemed to stop as they stared. Nezumi chuckled, “Shall we dance, Mortem Shion?”

This wasn’t quite love.

“It’ll be my honor, Vitae Nezumi.”

And yet it was love.

“May your relationship be blessed!” The crowd yelled as the two headed to the dancefloor. The goddesses of love and beauty were swooning, talking excitedly about the God of Life and God of Death, especially their weird pairing. The music began, the lone and strange pairing beginning the first dance of the ball.

This was the beginning of a love that survived through the ages.

My contribution to the No. 6 Valentine Zine. Another God AU for NezuShi cause I’m a sucker for it. The end of this love story, and its survival through the ages, is yet to be completed. Hope you enjoy! @restructuralcommittee

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Tagged by @lordansketil!

1.       Your favourite painting and your favourite sculpture?

I’m #basic, my favorite painting switches around between various bits of Monet’s Waterliles series (look! A Virtual Tour of the Orangerie!).

My favorite sculpture is Napoleon as Mars. ;p lmao no, it’s actually this one, also by Canova, Psyche Revived By Cupid’s Kiss: 

There’s just something about the interlocking circles of their arms, Psyche’s upturned face, and the way the line of Cupid’s wings just draw the gaze onto their faces-- it hits me in this place of emotional response and aesthetic appreciation, where it’s soothing and at the same time kind of... not heartache-y exactly, but there’s an aching sense of anticipation that will last forever. It’s like an open door to the imagination. Very Ode to a Grecian Urn-- 

Bold Lover, never, never canst thou kiss, Though winning near the goal—yet, do not grieve;    She cannot fade, though thou hast not thy bliss,  For ever wilt thou love, and she be fair!

2.       Which ‘Wind in the Willows’ character you identify with the most?

Now is the time to guiltily confess that I have never read ‘Wind in the Willows.’ >.>

3.       You’re a hermit living in an isolated house in the woods. What do the local villagers whisper behind your back?

“That white floofy thing-- that’s not really a cat is it? It’s gotta be some forest sprite she’s trapped as her familiar. Something that cute can’t possibly be real.”

4.       Who was your favourite fictional character as a child?

I remember, very distinctly, getting obsessed with Sir Percy Blakeney when I was 9, which is a bit odd, as my politics are so Jacobin. LIke, I was obsessed with the character, but I definitely guillotined my princess Barbies via butterknife for crimes against the Republic. Poor Princess Jasmine’s head never looked the same. 

5.       Have you ever had any bizarre private superstitions?

Whenever I say ‘knock on wood,’ I have to knock on wood or paper. Very odd compulsion, but there you go. 

6.       Which Jane Austen character are you?

I would love to say Elizabeth Bennet, but the truth is, Mr. Bennet. I spend all day in a library; am a mixture of quick parts, sarcastic humour, reserve, and caprice;  am rather more interested in thinking about books than in most other things including my financial affairs; and am very critical about my society but do not do as much as I know I could to help change it.

7.       You’re at a Georgian garden party – what do you look like and what are you doing?

In all likelihood I’d be a servant, but my father was a pastor when I was growing up so let’s pretend I’m part of the landed gentry! I’ve got a straw version of Devonshire Picture Hat on with the huge floofy feather and wide ribband, some variation of the fancy pearl necklace I IRL inherited from my grandmother, a gauzy white fichu, and some variation of this rose-print muslin Gugu Mbatha-Raw wears in Belle:

8.       Which film have you watched more than any other?

Probably, “Sound of Music.” It’s a comfort re-watch for me.

9.      A work of non-fiction you read over and over again like a novel?

Richard Holmes’s The Age of Wonder: The Romantic Generation and the Discovery of the Beauty and Terror of Science. God, I love that book. I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve read it. 

10.    Favourite poem?

Keats’s Ode to a Nightingale or Victor Hugo’s Mes vers fuiraient, doux et frêles.

My questions:

1) Favorite snack to consume at the movies?

2) Favorite genre of film?

3) Go-to karaoke song?

4) If you could have a hat from any historical era, what would it be?

5) Favorite current fashion trend?

6) If you could have a tamed version of any wild animal, what would it be?

7) Favorite sculpture?

8) Favorite snappy bit of dialogue from a book?

9) If you could actually communicate with spirits via table tapping, as Victor Hugo thought he did what would you do with such a power?

10) Favorite philosopher?

I tag @kcrabb88, @librarianladyx, @pilferingapples, @needsmoreresearch, and @ratheralark

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1. But it's not okay to talk to people the way you were talking to me. You are not the truth as superior n right as you were acting like you were to be acting like that. I'm not trying to attack you when I'm experiencing the devil attacking me. It's not really something to do w you as something to bother at all but I'm attacked very bad. I don't agree w how you were acting n how you act toward me regarding that i am upset n noisy. It is unfortunate but you are really who is acting inhumane n crazy. You are not acting like a human being. You are acting to hurt n control. You are acting as the devil. Here you are to make sense to act that way as okay, as in in this country n possibly other places as it's told but it's not supposed to be ruled by inhumanity as the true god elsewhere as it is here where it is really ruled by the devil. I will try to go to another country soon as best I can n seek to be a refugee possibly or some other support possibly. 2. Three months notice sounds crazy. 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Tagging post

Tagged by @allieva-panda and @evakaname (that’s why there are two questions 39 lol)

Rules: answer all the questions, add one of your own and tag as many people as there are questions

i’m almost asleep but let’s go

1. coke or pepsi: coke but i can drink both... i prefer sprite 

2. Disney or DreamWorks: idk but whoever did spirit - stallion of the cimarron bc that movie makes me cry every time

3. Coffee or tea: coffee if it’s from my fav coffee shop otherwise tea

4. Books or movies: books bc movies make me impatient

5. Windows or mac: windows lol what is a mac

6. Dc or marvel: i prefer scifi over super heroes

7. Xbox or playstation: this might be shocking but i rarely ever play video games tho when i do i guess it’s mostly on playstation

8. Dragon age or mass effect: like i said i rarely ever play anything at all

9. Night owl or early riser: i wake up early but if i don’t have to get up i can stay in bed forever. also i go to sleep at like 10pm i need 8 hours of sleep or i die

10. Cards or chess: cards i guess

11. Chocolate or vanilla: depends on what we’re talking about, vanilla as a flavor in stuff tho

12. Vans or converse: converse

13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash, or Adaar: tf is this

14. Fluff or angst: i hate angst with a passion but i can’t stand too much fluff so where does that leave me

15. Beach or forest: forest definitely

16. Dogs or cats: caaaaats (but i like dogs too)

17. Clear skies or rain: clear skies bc we’re finally getting some sun again in this damn country

18. Cooking or eating out: probs eat out unless it’s sth i really like then i might actually cook

19. Spicy or mild food: i am white and weak lol

20. Halloween/Samhain or solstice/yule/christmas: can i pick midsummer? no? i like christmas

21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: hot bc cold is just suffering

22. If you could have a superpower what would it be: i would be super awesome to anyone who met me

23. Animation or live action: animation

24. Paragon or renegade: whut

25. Bath or shower: i never have time for baths so yeah who needs them

26. Team cap or team ironman: cap bc he’s so cute

27. Fantasy or sci-fi: both

28. Do you have 3 or 4 favorite quotes if so what are they: do you think my memory is good enough to remember life quotes? not even the shitty ones i’m too tired

well i like a few in swedish tho but i’m too lazy to translate 

29. YouTube or netflix: youtube bc it has yoi amvs and ice skating also i never use netflix lol

30. Harry Potter or percy jackson: harry potter

31. When you feel accomplished: when i’ve posted a new update lol

32. Star wars or star trek: both

33. Paperback books or hardcover books: paperback

34. Fantastic beasts or cursed child: fantasic beasts bc i liked the movie and i have only heard bad things about the other one

35. Rock or pop music: pop bc i listen to it more often

36. What is the most important thing in your life: me (and my cats etc etc)

37. What is something you always have in you bag: chocolate and my key pass to work

38. What is your favorite book of all time: i can’t believe allieva-panda added one of my fics here. i guess mine would be ender’s game by orson scott card bc there is not a single uninteresting sentence in that book. it’s an inspiration

39. What’s your favourite colour? mostly blue but i dress a lot in grey bc it’s cozy

39. Fanart or Fanfic: both bc they’re best when they complete and enhance each other lol

gonna sleep finally so i won’t bother tagging anyone sorry! i just wanted to talk about myself a little hahaha i’m good at that

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hey you know its a good day to JAM THE FUCK OUT TO THE CHILL ASS PUB THEME FROM TACTICS ADVANCE

man i would just stand there staring at the mission screen and jamming out for hours

ALSO MYSTERIOUS SHOP OF SASS GRANDPA

Ezel Berbier was too good a character for this world, seriously what a sweet strange chaotic evil pigman WITH A REALLY RAD HAT

Though the red patterns specifically on his ear piercings always struck me as a weird choice. Since literally every other nou-mou has those piercings too, I kinda assumed maybe they’re not really piercings and this species is just born with ear holes for some reason? But man, poor Ezel looks like he got some bad back alley surgery on those lobes!

Actually, while we’re here, can we just appreciate what a damn weird and cool design the nou-mou are? (At least, the more cartoony original version, I disliked how they were remade in FF12) like.. its just.. such a WEIRD design! the monster people in FFTA have this kind of grody aesthetic of mid 80s overdetailed rad punk monsters, like the super anatomically incorrect early digimon cards. Except if you took that design and like.. undetailed it again?? Its this really pastel punk take on it, and its somehow also ye olde woodcut illustrations AND really shoujo-y kids anime. I wish this game could have a cel-shaded 3D remake! And then the nou-mou in particular are just so odd and good! the other monster people races are just a surprisingly actually-anthro-not-just-bunny-ears race of fanservice women, and a plain crocodile-as-a-man thing. Then the nou-mou are like WHAT ANIMAL EVEN ARE YOU! xD They’re like if ‘wizard’ was an animal, they’re like if you tried to anthropomorphise the abstract concept of sorcery. And I also love how they’re the least anthro?? Seriously they’re more speculative fiction on an animal that developed ways to fit into human society, rather than just giving them boring normal human hands and legs and a spine that points upward. Have we ever even seen a nou-mou’s legs, ever? Can we prove they actually have legs?? Well, Babus has tiny little booties but babus also somehow is the only one with a beagle nose. Also: THEYRE JUST SO VARIED!! Yet still the same?? Every one of them looks like a grandpa, everyone one is bald, every one of them is a small round friend, but they have their different tail fluffs and noses and WHAT THE FUCK I JUST NOTICED EZEL IS THE ONLY ONE WHO HAS HAIR. I THOUGHT THAT WAS PART OF HIS HAT. ITS LIKE A MULLET. Man I just LOVE them cos you can see all this detail in the concept art that you never would have known on the sprites?? is ezel like a bishie amoung the standards of the grandpas race SO MANY QUESTIONS seriously they make you feel like there’s no damn rules for what a nou-mou can and can’t be, I feel like maybe they’ve dabbled so much with magic that waking up with an extra eye or something is completely normal XD

Oh i forgot, the white mage nu-mou are light skinned and bald in FFTA1 but get a colourscheme change and a sweet mohawk in the sequel. Only on their portraits though, their map sprite is weirdly unchanged?? Also LOL I only just noticed the weirdass locks on his piercings! I think its just such an odd and cool detail to have the spirit-of-harmlessness cute grandpa healer race also have a cultural thing of wearing increasingly ludicrous punk earrings. Honestly, that’s also very ‘wizard’! Why don’t we see that more on fictional wizards? Gimme more gnarled kooky grandma in the forest type aesthetic!

ALSO: look at this really sweet extra round nu-mou from FFTA2 also FFTA2 had a lot of improved designs for the various job classes, even though the plot kinda sucked

Also apparantly they finally showed us a non-elderly nu-mou in the trading card game and I am shook??

YOURE SO TINY HOW

Also completely unrelated to the other two songs and the entire point of this post, but this is a really good song too:

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I have an amazing Totoro hoodie and a badge but I had never seen the movie before. Of course I had seen images and gif’s and vines about it so I thought Totoro was adorable. However my curiosity ultimately won and I got comfy and finally watched Totoro. So without further delay let’s get down to it.

Genre: Drama, Kids & Family, Science Fiction & Fantasy

Length: 1 hour and 26 minutes

Release Date: April, 1988

Animation Studio: Studio Ghibli

Japanese Title: Tonarinototoro となりのトトロ

About:

Satsuki and her younger sister Mei have moved out to the country side with their father to an old house while their mother is in the Hospital recovering from a long term illness. It is said that their house is haunted after the sisters saw some Soot Sprites (susuwatari). One day Mei sees two bunny like creatures in her garden and follows them into a briar patch and into the hollow of a large camphor tree.  Where upon she meets Totoro. Wanting to show Totoro to her sister and father, Mei tries to lead them to the entrance in the tree. Her father then explains that Totoro is probably a spirit guarding the forest and when he wants to he shall reveal himself again. This leads the girls on some fun adventures.

My Thoughts:

As I mentioned earlier I have never before seen Totoro so I had no idea what to expect since I did not know what this was about either. The opening song is really cute and catchy; I have it stuck on my brain now. The sisters were loud and Mei kinda bugged me but overall they were sweet. I love their father and how he is with them, #ParentingGoals. Although there are times where I watched and flinched as I thought about the reckless things the girls did and their father was either part of the recklessness or not aware of it at all.  The end let me down a little as there are so many unanswered questions. I even asked ‘What was the point of this?’ I like it when a movie has a point or an aim that is clearly defined and not just a brief look into their lives. Why did they meet Totoro? Does their mother get better? Will Satsuki end up with Kanta? Will Mei ever learn restraint and what no means? Uhg, so many unanswered questions, but then I watched Totoro under the umbrella a few times and I no longer cared so much about the answers, although I would still like to get them.

The umbrella scene with Totoro is my favourite of the entire movie. I usually watch sub but this time around I went ahead and watched the dubbed version which I am glad to say was not bad at all. Watching this movie now, especially after all the more recent anime, the artwork is clearly dated which usually puts me off the older stuff. However this time around the older styled animation was charming and I was strangely glad. There was very little character development but you do get to see a deeper side of the girls. I really liked the chivalrous side to Kanta. When he tried to give Satsuki his umbrella, oh be still my beating heart. I suspect I also had a childish grin on my face at that moment too.

I enjoyed this movie, which surprised me. I would recommend it but only to those I know who are happy with slice of life type anime. I wouldn’t recommend it to someone who lives for action and anime fights unless I know that they also enjoy a calmer story.

  Have you watched My Neighbour Totoro? If so, what did you think of it? If not, will you watch it? I would love to know your thoughts in the comments below!

I finally watched My Neighbor Totoro, so what is it all about and what did I think? #anime I have an amazing Totoro hoodie and a badge but I had never seen the movie before.

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