#It smelled like fruit
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irodimww · 6 months ago
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live 1 am experience (in ART FORM)
it’s 12 am here’s some of my fuckign headcanosnsn before I eepy no neepy to eepsy
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clubpenguinquotes · 1 year ago
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Rookie: GUESS WHO GOT SOME APPLE FLAVOURED SHAMPOO
Rookie: WAIT NO I MEANT SCENTED
Rookie: DON'T WORRY IT TASTES LIKE APPLES TOO
Rookie: i just threw up
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hellodolleyes · 2 years ago
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I'm currently working on a little hobgoblin race based off of the lore of the scottish brownie. (And wholly inspired by my feral friend Soda xoxo)
They reach up to about 3 and a half feet tall and currently are the embodiment of the "I swallowed shampoo" meme but without the regret.
Lets just say that this race is a menace to smaller races, a nuisance to larger races, and absolute trolls to humans.
They are in the same world as the Bensu and Rae races I've made, and are the main reason why these two tiny races live within the human's world rather than in the hidden underground.
They have a hard enough time keeping their populations stable without these feral gremlins called the Nocsici (Nu-ze-chi) being a hindrance to their well being.
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Current lore and information on the Nucsici bellow.
The Nucsici are a very carefree and reckless race of small humanoid creatures.
Their bodies take on an array of colors (due to something we'll get into later) and they don't appear to grow that much larger than 3.5 feet tall.
They have incredibly poofy and unkempt hair that covers their eyes more often than not.
Their wardrobes seem to consist of stitched together clothes they yoinked off of some poor saps clothes line; or more commonly, they have clothes made from animal hide.
Their arms are large in comparison to their body, most having an array of feathers trailing from their wrist and past their elbows. Their hands are large and donned with big claws made perfectly for tearing at the earth or climbing in the trees.
They have comparably smaller legs that are almost bird like in appearance but they end in something more akin to cloven hooves. Despite being small, these legs are powerful and can send them dashing at surprising speeds.
They have tails that aid in this agility, keeping them balanced as they dash through their environments with fluid ease. Whether it be running on the ground or leaping between trees.
They love to pull crazy stunts and pranks, and consider themselves apex predators.
This isn't entirely untrue, they are very fearsome omnivores who will eat just about anything with their jagged teeth. They are especially scary in groups despite their small size (think of them like the packs of African wild dogs, small but deadly in packs). They often take on creatures far larger than themselves, even stealing treasures from hoarding drakes and lyndwurms for their own shiny hoards.
Like the little gremlins they are, they love shiny objects and jewels. Their homes are usually full of strange collections.
Its safe to assume that the Nucsici are in fact, collectively crazy and reckless. But don't take this as them being dumb; they are incredibly crafty, and its this aspect that is feared the most about them by other more prominent races.
They do, however, have a natural predator in the form of giant horned carnivorous moles that infiltrate their expansive cave and burrow homes. The moles seem built specifically to hunt Nucsici, but can still be fended off after some pestering from feral warriors protecting their home and people.
A Nucsici's diet seems to mostly consist of rodents, foraged fruits, goods stolen from the kitchens of other races, and whatever they can get their clawed hands on.
What is most concerning to magic bearing races however, is the fact that the Nucsici love to eat magic. They can just gobble it up, and its even more effective if they have clear sight of a target.
This makes them a detriment to races even smaller than themselves. Lets say for example, a Bensu gets caught by a Nucsici. They don't have more than their levitation abilities but that's plenty enough to encourage a Nucsici to leave them drained of their energy. This feeding doesn't inherently kill the smaller more fragile races; but they are lucky if the hobgob doesn't decide to just eat them afterwards.
Its near impossible to fend them off with magic (the word magic being used loosely, its more like they sap the raw energy of any nonphysical ability their target posses, along with their physical strength as a side affect). The more explosive the energy the more inclined they are to devour it.
(Funnily enough, non-magic entities seem to be the safest from Nucsici.)
They seem to convert stolen magic into their own form of magic which they use in many ways from transcending worlds (mostly to mess with humans for fun) to even reproduction.
Nows the prime time to mention that the Nucsici are a completely genderless race, and the way they reproduce is unconventional.
Essentially, they make a potion which manifests an egg.
Known contents of the mixture consists of the following:
Water (or any fun drink they got their hands on)
The bones of any creature
A valuable object (preferably shiny)
Glucose (the amount appears to affect just how feral the gremlin will grow up to be)
And then the uniquely converted magic of the parent(s).
There is more to it than the basic list above but its not as if the Nucsici will share that info.
The potion results in the creation of a little jeweled egg that the parent(s) will guard fervently. Nocsici, despite their carefree nature, really care for their young.
The color of the jeweled egg and subsequent hatched offspring is determined by whatever shiny valuable was thrown into the mixture.
(The Nucsici hierarchy appears to consist of Nucsici made with the rarest of valuables, and the contents of said valuables appears to determine the full strength of the Nucsici too.)
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Nucsici offspring are like little chicks with far fluffier bodies and arm feathers they haven't grown into, they even chirp like little birds.
Baby Nucsici can glide with their small bodies and large feathers. They use this to play or to escape sticky situations.
There is more I could say about my feral children, but I will leave it at that for now. If you have any questions about these lil hobgobs (or even my other races) feel free to leave an ask.
Until then
I'm eepy, nite nite
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wannabeeverything · 2 months ago
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"Why yes, I, too, ocasionally partake in some unpromptu hedonism, how could you tell?"
I say, whilst sipping apple scented shampoo from a wine glass
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inkly-heart · 2 months ago
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Can we perhaps have a random fact about Ville? :3
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faaun · 3 months ago
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what draws you back to your country what draws you back to your land when i was a kid i told myself if i ever left iran i'd never go back 2 years into living in the UK i started looking at news on iran again 10 years in and i visited it for the first time again and today i heard an iranian mother talk in farsi to her child on the train to london the way my mother used to and i wanted to cry i wanted to ask her whether they're still cutting the mountaintops whether the lakes are still drying today i showed the person i was with pictures of waterfalls and palaces and forests and snow-white north something odd pulls me back with increasing force i can't ignore it ever again
#i just dont know how else to tell you everything !!! santoor from a different room the large family gathering the black tea with saffron#drank out of delicate glass and gold vessels cold marble on hot nights big stars big rivers big mountains#visible from busy tehran roads the ease of conversation tension eased by sarcasm tall tall cliffsides you drive by#rushing to put on headscarves before the head teacher comes in a rave by the base of damavand massive sun pastel purple skies#disjunct architecture trucks on road sides with fresh fruits pomegranates watermelons oranges everywhere#the smell of golpar on tangerines beautiful girls in tehran holding hands bautiful boys in kermanshah speaking kurdish the janky#cars on the verge of breakdown held together by love caspian sea lighting up in spring staying up into the morning on noruz#my friends uncle sang and played setar his son played the violin a little fear a lot of love remnants of something#grand carved into the cliffside everything feels bigger taller the landscape swallows you it smells like#illegally imported wine and orange blossoms and auntie's tahchin soaking your eyes in warm tea when youre sick#tomatoes and salt concrete and stone something mandmade and something raw new flag old resilience#the anger getting to us bruised eyes big grin all i know is the north i feel sorry my mother asks if id be okay#if they got a place in tajikistan we love each other enough dont we? when we look in the mirror we see each other. theres a love letter#across the border and it says I MISS YOU IM GLAD YOURE DOING BETTER itll never be the same im not okay with it at all there are no more#stars i miss jumping over big fires i miss our fireworks im sorry we cant be happy anymore everyone#leaves the mint and rosewater and sunlight for a reason.#it's not pride it's just generational regret
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ktkat99 · 2 months ago
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I don't know who needs to hear this, but if you've got a banana bread recipe you like, you don't need to put bananas in it.
So long as you keep the amount and consistency the same as two slightly over-ripened bananas, you can swap out the bananas with pretty much any fruit.
Like peaches.
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willowser · 8 months ago
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after a long, fun morning at the beach, bakugou will sit down in the sand with your kiddo in his lap, all wrapped up in a big, fluffy towel, and they'll share a bunch of fresh fruit that's still cold from the little cooler you packed along with you 😌
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bongcipher · 30 days ago
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gross man
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that-foul-legacy-lover · 4 months ago
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Foul Legacy would love picking berries with you in the summer. they don't really have same thing in Snezhnaya- yes, there are fruit that still thrive in the endless winter, but they're difficult to find and even worse to actually obtain. he's more used to ice fishing at all times of the year, so you're met with a curious chitter and head tilt when you ask Legacy if he wants to go pick some fruit with you. of course he still goes, the sun just beginning to set beneath the sea and the breeze warm and comforting. Legacy's wings begin to flutter when he sees the bushes and trees full of fruit, ripe sunsettias and apples and berries all around, happy chirps slipping from his fanged maw.
it's blessedly cool as the sun goes down, a relief from the warm temperatures of summer. fireflies begin to flicker on and off around the grass and trees, your baskets quickly filling with both you and Foul Legacy's hands at work- although you'll admit that more fruit is ending up in your mouth than in the baskets, and from the little trills and munches you're hearing, the same is true for Legacy. even after the berries are all neatly packed away you stay outside, sitting beside your Abyssal moth monster as he rolls around in the grass, a few lightning bugs perching in his lilac fluff. he lightly tugs you down to join him, a purr immediately starting in his chest as he looks up at you and gives you a slow, adoring blink.
you smile softly, pressing a berry against his maw, and his long tongue flicks as he playfully clacks his teeth together, giving your hand a few cheeky licks under the light of the rising moon.
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housewifebuck · 1 year ago
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aspiringwarriorlibrarian · 7 months ago
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Okay I completely understand why Sisyphus' boulder is usually portrayed as a sphere (it needs to roll, it makes for a good picture, rock n roll puns) but personally if I was designing a torture, I wouldn't give him a nice little ramp and a ball to push up with, I'd make the most geometrically frustrating rock in existence and make him push it up an uneven gravel laden slope surface by surface.
To demonstrate with stock photos (ignore the suits, apparently corporations find metaphors for the agony of a pointless futile task appropriate for their workers)
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Perfectly round, nice even slope. Sure, it'll be difficult, but it'll be predictable. The agony of a repeated predictable task is a classic for a reason, but I feel we could go a bit further.
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Now THAT'S a picture of frustration. That's constantly fiddling with an uneven stone to make sure it doesn't roll back down, the uneven slope, probably graveling to make your footing more slippery and uncertain. With the other you would probably need magic to make it roll back down but this? There will always be a misstep, and oddly shaped stone, a slippery surface that catches in a different way from last time and sends you back to square one. Maybe some days, very rarely, you get it halfway up. Maybe very, very, very rarely you'll get 3/4ths. Each trip provides a new way to give you hope and dash it, a new obstacle to try and fail to conquer. Plus, it gives enrichment to the Furies whipping you!
As always, I am not saying the norm is bad, just...offering a new point of view.
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official-zaterran-emissary · 2 months ago
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Good morning everyone, hoping that you all have a good day, or night. For today's question, what is your favorite smell?
I've come to enjoy lots of different smells during my time here on Earthrealm. Sour Sweets, Fruits, Rainwater, and Blossoms. I also enjoy the smell of campfires, it's quite pleasant.
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pestilentbrood · 2 years ago
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anyway it's time to post the soup drinker
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synonymroll648 · 1 year ago
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"And she [Sophie] couldn't help noticing how good he [Keefe] smelled—like wind and salt air and something a little citrusy."
hey guys remember when on page 646 of stellarlune shannon confirmed that keefe is a bit fruity (/hj)
#kotlc#keeper of the lost cities#kotlc shitpost#keefe sencen#soph ty for giving us this detail while you were off being a sophie-koala <3#(sophie-koala is now a term used in canon once so far and i am taking it and RUNNING)#sokeefe#because this is from the sokeefe chapter we've all heard about by now (42)#but also. the fact that he smells like wind and salt air and something a lil citrusy?#using that for at LEAST one keefitz fic#actually that's just gonna be a staple detail about keefe for me now. keefitz sokeefitz sokeefe something else i WILL use a similar#description to this no matter what. keefe absolutely WOULD smell like oranges. to me.#just because i love the idea of him going from eating oranges to use the peel for a smiley face the way kids love to do in elementary#to do it for that and because he just likes the fruit#salt air is pretty self explanatory because he likes the ocean but like. wind?#i'm pretty sure the context in this one is that he was off flying w/ silveny but. i love the idea that he ALWAYS smells like wind#like wind in your hair on a roadtrip like wind whipping against your clothes in a summer thunderstorm like wind blowing through lonely#hilltops like wind trying to catch you when you're falling off a cliff knowing damn well it won't save you but trying anyway#wind is never here to stay. keefe's never here to stay. he's wired to always be on the move#keefe being equated w/ wind is just. yes#damn i kinda derailed from keefe being a fruit but. he can be both guys i promise
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celestie0 · 7 months ago
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gojo smells like strawberries idk i just feel it
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