#The Flowers That Grow in Drakness

[neptuniadoesstuff]

Eletrix/Fableium Ore Concept

Eletrix (Mortal Realm Name)/Fableium (Real Name) is a ore commonly found on the lands of Fable or in the portals/summoning circles where Mynks come from when they go to the Mortal realm.

Its a colorful ore/mineral often priced by some mortal traders who see it as a commodity due to how rare it is to see it naturally with put going to Fable. There's around many types Fableium, but the most known is:

Fire Fableium (Colors are a mix of Yellow, Red, Orange, Dark purple, Light pink, & some bits of blue in the form of small spike clusters)

Water Fableium (Colors are a mix of Blues, Pinks, Greens, Purples, & Yellows with a mix of white & black in the form of Blobs or tear shaped crystals)

Air Fableium (Colors are a mix of Greys, Whites, pastels blues & oranges, & some bits of yellow & brown in the form of lines)

Earth Fableium (Colors are a mix of Greens, Greys, reds, oranges, Yellows, browns, & some bits of black & grey as well. & at rare times a very very bright & beautiful blue. Are often seen in rock-like clumps or seem as flowers growing from the ground)

Dark Fableium (Colors are always a mix of extremely dark colors with its base being black with some specks of red. Always a amorphous shape)

Light Fableium (is the opposite of its drak cousin as it always has a pastel pallete with a white base & has blue specks on it but is also amorphous)

& Pure Fableium (A white/clear mineral with every color that exists that is also amorphous, thus can be in any shape it wants.)

Theres some more but commonly outsiders (Mynk Tribes born outside of Fable) don't really be summoned. It's also unknown if Fableium can be seen in other realms as it's only common in Fable & that's it.

When a Mynk is summoned into the mortal realm, they often leave behind a circle of Fableium back at home & in the circle/portal they were summoned from. The circles are a way to actually go home.

Now the structures of Fableium found all over Fable, while very common due have magical properties. Fableium is either a collection item (traded from other tribes) or used as a type of currently (by that I mean it's used in the paper money & coins used for buying things) it's also can be used to summon any known item of your choosing as long your visualizing it physically.

Fableium does have a slight sweet taste with some tart notes, (don't ask why) but it's clearly not edible. But you can chew on it a bit. (However you might get some weird looks if you were a mortal, but pretty common in Fable in Eldahk Society).

Fableium is also often used as a material in weapon making. While it is soft when polished it can & will be a very dangerous weapon that can cut through flesh with one swipe. But due to how rare Fableium is in the mortal realm, weaponsmiths can't really use the stuff as a material used for stabbies & what not + The portals that Mynks come out of need the Fableium to make sure the Mynk can get home safely. Another reason is that... Well ppl might use the Fableium based weapons as a form of mass killings & no one wants that. (Unless yur killing a entire group of mudcrabs then idc)

So yeh that's all for this... thing ig? I don't really make up concepts for items but I wanna expand on Fable & my other things. So not so important lore & Miscellaneous info is needed for better world building.

[chaospenelope]

I’m Going To Come Find You

The Flowers That Grow In Darkness

The town was quiet and still, a crumpled piece of paper it’s only evidence of life. The sky was darkened by the oncoming storm clouds. One lone motorcycle roared up the vacant road leading in. The biker approached a restaurant on the outskirts of this lonely place. The tall muscular man stood up from his bike and walked over to the old diner. His face partly hidden behind a pair of dark aviator sunglasses, a black bandanna tied around his head, and a full beard. He eyed the wide neon lighted windows.

There was a sparse selection of patrons. Two men in the corner booth at the end and a woman sitting on a stool. They all paused at the sound of the door’s bell jingling but didn’t otherwise acknowledge him.

He walked up to the counter where the waitress was reading her newspaper and sat down.

“What can I help ya with hun?” The waitress had a voice that was only slightly strained with age. She held the pen in her nicely manicured hand in anticipation of his order.

“Just a black coffee, and some information.”His voice was rough and stern. Everyone now had interest in their eyes, they all glanced him over.

“Information? Sure, what do you need to know?” She asked curiously as she poured a cup. Passing the beverage over so added with bemusement. “You don’t look much like a reporter.”

“You’ve lived here a long time haven’t you? Do you remember what happened eighty years ago?” He took a sip as her face scrunched slightly.

“I, had a strange feeling you were gonna ask about that.” Her tone was a little softer.

“Ah.” He noticed the name on her tag. “Sorry, I’m sure it still hurts to think about.”

She was silent for a moment, but when she did speak she had a sorrowful smile. “So, you’ve done your research...Can I ask why you’re so interested?”

“I-My great grandfather knew two of the men that went missing...They were very close and he never stopped looking. Figured I’d pick up where he left off.”

“I,” Her eyes widened as she gave him another look. “I remember a man that looked like you!” Her face softened as the nostalgic feelings flooded in. “He was such a kind man. He and the other two used sneak me Moonlight candies from the prize counter when Grandad wasn’t looking.”

“And those little rubber figures of the mascots.” He laughed. “You tried to eat them so often we had to stop giving them to ya.” He froze but she didn’t seem to notice.

“Right, right! I thought they were gummies! Oh, such lovely memories.” She let out a laugh and a heavy sigh. “They were such good men, they were all good people. I, pray they’re all at peace now...”

“...Yeah, Uh, If you don’t want to talk about that night, I-“

“No, It’s alright. I’ve had a lot of time to come to terms with that night, but, there’s not really much I can tell you that hasn’t already been said...”

“Your Grandfather didn’t let you stay that night? It was Saturday.”

“No, it was strange. Like, something was in the air...” She paused, looking out the window, beyond the trees at something hidden away as if to peer at her own memories. “The band didn’t feel as friendly as the usually did...They said I just feel that way now but, I swear, it was like they were waiting for me to leave...”

“The animatronics?” She only nodded in response.

“Is, is it true those things talked and moved on their own?” The younger man in the booth asked.

“Yes, until that night they were free roam animatronics. Henry was a genius before his time.”

“So they were, just built that way?”

“They were, the ghost were just rumors. Even when I was little...”

“Hm.” The biker stayed quiet as he listened to them talk. He knew pretty much everything they discussed, but his mind focused on what she had said. Something he wished he had noticed that night. He should have noticed it...

After finishing his drink he thanked her for her time and left a tip along with the price of the coffee. He walked out to his bike to think about his next plan of action but before he could sit down his phone began to ring. The screen lit up with a phone number he never thought he’d see again.

“Hello?” His voice hitched ever so slightly, hoping beyond reason it would be his friend.

“Mark Williams?” The voice on the other end was raspy and metallic.

“Who is this? How did you get that number?” He demanded harshly.

“It was the only way we could reach you, and get your attention. We know who you’re looking for and we can help. But we can’t keep this line for long.” They explained carefully. “It’ll take your...Expertise.”

“So they’re on the other side then...” He said solemnly.

“No, but someone you need is.” The voice corrected. “It’s a difficult place to get to, I’m going to have to guide you there.”

“Hm, And what makes me think I can trust you?”

“I’m surprised you’re being cautious. You don’t really have anything to lose, from what I hear. Besides, you’ll be helping us too. We need you to get him out.”

“If it’s difficult to get into then we’re talking about a punishment right? Is he falsely imprisoned?”

“We’d like to give him a second chance. He’s remorseful.”

“They’re always remorseful when they get caught.”

“We’ll find out if he means it, besides, we’re trying to release the one who trapped him as well. They refuse to let go.”

“I see, how do I get there?”

“Did you notice the faded billboard next to the gravel road blocked off with a chain on the way in? Go down that road and keep going until you reach an old two story house. There will be a shed in the overgrowth behind it and a narrow path behind that. After walking that path you should feel-.” The line shot off and so did his phone, the battery completely drained after a single conversation.

He started up his motor cycle and headed back out the town, following the road as instructed. It was so cluttered with foliage and debris he wasn’t sure he could get his bike across road. He decided to leave his bike behind the billboard and take the path on foot. Trees crowded and bended in enough to block the sun completely. The gravel was barely visible now, only crunching under his boots occasionally. Birds flew high above his head, chirping and chasing each other. Bushes rustled as deer and squirrels cautiously moved about their lives.

The two story building before him could only barely be considered a home now. The walls were barely visible behind the filth, moss, and tall grass. Windows were caked with dust and the entire back half of the house had caved in. He could hear something walking and scurrying in the front of the house but he dismissed it as a family of raccoons or foxes.

The shed was in much better shape, though it was even more difficult to find. He didn’t want to get too close either since he could hear the loud buzz of a hive full of bees located somewhere in the middle of the mass of metal, wood, and what looked like synthetic fur.

Giving a wide birth to that nuisance he slowly scrapped his way through the tangling vines. Cursing himself for not bringing the machete with him this one time. Even the angry, pecking birds couldn’t stop him. Couldn’t even consider stalling for a moment.

Fortunately for him, after much struggling the dirt path was still intact. Branches grabbed at him like grasping claws so much that he didn’t notice the sound of wildlife die down as he reached the large clearing. The dirt line stopped at the beginning of a barren patch of dirt the size of a football field.

The end of the road marked a difference in step drastic enough to take notice and with a little prodding he realized there was metal hidden underneath. Swiping the earth away with his foot he unveiled a set of hidden doors. With a heavy screech they pulled open. The set of soot covered stairs led him deeper into the dark pit.

The smell was the first thing that hit him as he pulled out the flashlight. It faded but the scent of burning flesh was very distinct. The beam of light in his palm scanned the hallway that was drawing closer.

It was difficult to make out much except the heavy metal doors that were once stripped with bright yellow. Most of them were closed shut, no amount of tampering would budge them. He made a mental note to return with tools if he had to. The last door was slightly jammed, enough for him to crawl through.

The ceiling was much higher and the walls were spread further apart in this area. A square room the size of an average fast food restaurant. Several piles of charred scrap and pieces of once colorful furniture. Game cabinets were now fallen or warped, tables were unrecognizable, and the stages were empty and crumbled.

He got up and examined the area more thoroughly. Trying to decide his next plan action. He knew he was close to the right place. He could feel the powerful emotions that lingered like a thin fog.

There was a strange parting of soot that looked a lot like dragging marks leading to or from a collapsed entry. He followed that trail to a busted doorway, the frame practically blasted open by a massive force. Past that was a web of smaller openings only barely large enough for a man to crawl into. The feeling was only growing slightly more oppressive. It must have been close.

With a small sigh he realized he’ll have to feel his way through this massive facility.

“Well, if it means I’m closer to finding them... All I have is time.” He muttered, pulling himself trough the melted grate and into the vent. The smell of charred flesh was getting worse as well, making it a little easier to find his way around the sprawling passages. The end was nearly blocked off by a set of small set of security doors. They were slightly open enough to peer through. He could only see a form slumped over right across from him and a light emitting from something next to it. With some wiggling and adjusting he managed to position his feet to release a few good kicks to the doors. They relented, giving him access to the small room.

The form inside was so blackened and burned he could only make out the vague shape of a human, the hints of metal barely glinting underneath made him unsure of its identity.

Next to him was a gaming cabinet. He wondered to himself why it was there, and more importantly, how the hell was it operational?

“This, has got the be the gateway.” He reasoned.

The screen showed a light blue sky and green, grassy earth surrounding a group of different colored animal creatures portrayed in eight-bit graphics.

“Well, look like it’s time to play.”

[arthurflecksgirl]

Hello, darling ^-^ a kind of embarrassing thing to request, could you write a short fic about Arthur having a really hard day at work and his s/o helps him release some tension through sex? I could see him having a praise kink or loving bad talk. Either love making or erotica, it's however you wanna write it, it's your fic. Poor Artie really needs physical touch and to let off some steam T-T

My sweet friend,thank you for your lovely request. I came up with this. It`s short but somehow it felt right. I really hope you like it :)

I don`t even need to get the keys. She already knows I`m home.  It`s ike she has this radar implated  in her heart, which tells her when I`m near. It beeps with every step I`m coming closer. Beep beep, beep. Step, step, step. Thats`s how seen I am. How felt. Which is even better. Being felt. If someone else sees you, you could still be nothing but an hallucination. Who knows if hallucinations think they are real themselves? Maybe they are not aware of tha fact that someone elses mind made them up. Maybe that`s all I am. An hallucination of someone elses twisted mind. A mind even more fucked up than my own. Maybe that`s why I always wondered if I even exist in this world. Maybe it´s all a big joke. But I felt something is changing lately. Everything became more...clear to me. Like the fog is finally lifting and I  actually am for once. That`s because she does not only see me but feel me and that makes me feel myself. More than ever. All the thoughts I`m having. Good or bad. They`re all mine now and mine alone. Maybe hers. But we are one so it`s the same. Right? Isn`t it?

Being felt. God how much I wanted to be felt all my life. I wanted someone to feel my body as something beautiful underneath their hands. Something precious that must being touched. I want someone to take their hand and let it travel all over my skin and bones and being in love with it. Being in love with the parts that has been bruised and ruined. Being in love with the matter lingering between my ribs. They`re sticking out, wanting to see teh sunlight. Like a flower cracking through the ground. Rising up. Towards the light.  I am light when she is touching me.

"Welcome home, Arthur!" he warm voice does things to me. You can tell by the way my name sounds escaping her lips how much she loves me. My name never sounded like that before. My name was never melody.

I can smell she made me dinner. But I`m not hungry. I never am. More ribs sticking out, wating to see the light.

There is a different kind of hunger growing inside. The hunger to own her body. Or being owned. Sometimes I am not sure. If one owns another you become equal and I really wanna become eqal because it means being one and I want that kind of intimacy. No boundaries between the two of us. I want her to let me in as if I am part of her body. I want her to let me slip inside so naturally its like breathing. In and out and in and out. Like her life is depending on it.

"I made you dinner, darling. I hope you`re...."

I am sweetheart, but only for you.

I don`t even let her finish her sentence. I slam the door behind me. So loud the neighbors complain, even though they are used to slamming doors. My hands grab her face and I kiss her with all thats within me. And it`s a lot. There is so much inside. Too much to handle. So I share it with her and let it flow right into her mouth. I don`t have to bear it all on my own anymore. She can take it and she will. And she is begging for more. Swallowing the taste of my mouth. I´m her favourite flavour.  Cigarettes, sorrow and light.

Her tongue dances with mine and I can acually hear the music ofher rythm. In my head, always in my head and its getting louder as her fingers travel down to open the botton of my pants. I am still in my clown costume. Half of my make up is gone  from sweating so much. It`s a hot summers day  and it was getting pretty hot under my green wig.

She grabs the wig with her free hand and throws it on the floor. My greasy hair sticking to my forehead. I should have taken a shower first. But I can`t wait.

"How....how was your day?" she`s breathing into my opened mouth. Breathless from me kisssing her so hard. I stop for a second, looking down at her hands pulling the pants down my bony knees. "Was having a hard day. I couldnt wait to....be with you again. I was thinking about fucking you all day".

I finally get rid of my pants. Her hand reaches inside my underwear. "Poor Arthur, le me help you. Soon you`ll be feeling better."

"You thought about me too?"

She starts stroking up and down between my legs "All the time"

She`s looking right at me and I wonder what she sees. My painted on smirk is still visible. The drak circles around my eyes show through the smeared grease paint. My hair is a mess. Am I beautiful to her?

"Do you think i´m beautiful?" I aske her, while I rip down my underwear all by myself. She looks surprised about how unpatient I am today.

"You are the most beautiful man my eyes have ever seen, Arthur. "

Her hand lead my fingers to her waistband. Letting me know she wants me to undress her. I don`t hesitate to do so. "You must be so exhausted" she whispers in my ear.

"Yeah...." I mumble "Not only that...my workmates gave me a hard time again today."

I grab her  and push her against the wall. Not because I want to be rude but because I need to feel . Feel that there is someone who wants me.

For a short moment she gaspes for air.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?"

"No, Arthur. I`m fine. You`re here with me now. They cannot hurt you anymore. Okay? I´m here and I´m all yours. Take me. Just....please just take me. You`ve got too much supressed emotions inside of you. I can see it in your eyes. I know you though and through remember? Just let it all out and love me"

I do. I do remember.

I remember as I gently bury myself into her, all the way inside. She moans my name and it´s an even prettier song now.  I feel her body vibrating like an instrument. I`m her song, her song her song. Her favourite song.

And the music plays while my body is leaving hers for a moment, just to lead her to the couch and pin her down to get back inside and let the record in my head play. "Can you hear the music?" I`m asking her, shaking from lust and she nodds. Asuring me she feels it through my bones. "It`s as beautiful as you, Arthur".

She touches me. All the rboken parts and the parts that shine for her.

The orchestra is getting so loud I can`t hear anything else anymore. Not the voices in my head or the memories of the past, not my workmastes picking on me. It´s all just....passion and my flesh on her flesh. My mind blurring into hers. And I can let it blurr into hers because she doesn`t think I´m crazy. She knows. She understands. And I`m getting deeper and deeper. As deep as human possible and she tells me what a wonderful man I am and how much she yearns for me to fuck her and that´s the magic of it all.

I`m wearing that smile but it´s not a mask anymore.

[herbgerblin]

Two three months ago I started working on this floral irpe (plus angus and Kravitz) pic because in my head I was like “I love drawing flowers!” Cut to now, where I still love drawing flowers, but slightly less because this was way more laborious than I thought. 

This took forever to post because writing the descriptions required more braincells than I had to spare. Biggest shoutout to @dualityandsuch for giving me a hella helpful list of flowers and their meanings! You’re the real mvp! 

Not all the flowers listed are featured, but I think I got the bulk of them. Flower meanings and Outfit descriptions under the cut!

Lucretia: Forget me nots, Bramble (remorse), Hyacinth (please forgive me), Meadow Saffron (growing old), Mourning Bride (I have lost all), Pine (Time and faith)

Merle: Almond Blossom (Thoughtfulness), Balm of Gilead (time curing/healing), Flax (I feel your kindness), Flowering Rush (Confidence in Heaven), Magnolia (Love of Nature)

Davenport: Clyanthus (worldliness), Convolulus (bonds), Moonwort (forgetfulness), Zennae (absent friends), Stargazer lilies

Taako: Clematis (Artifice, mental beauty), Coxcomb (foppery), Fern (Fascination; Magic; Sincerity; Confidence and Shelter), Carolina Jasmine (Separation)

Lup: Sweet Pea (Departure; I am sorry I must leave), Sunflower, Bay leaf (I change but in dying”), Fraxinella (fire), Holly (am I forgotten?), Satin Flower (sincerity)

Barry: Roses (love), Globe Amaranth, Red Camellia (You're a flame in my heart), Milkwort (Hermitage), Mountain Ash (I watch over you; Prudence), Zinnia (I mourn your absence; Thoughts of absent friends)

Magnus: Arbor Vitae (devotion, friendship), French Honeysuckles (rustic beauty), Gladiolus (ready armed), White heather (Protection), Juniper (I will protect you)

Kravitz: Snap dragons, Henbane, Amaranth (immortality), Poppy (Eternal Sleep; Oblivion; Imagination), Cabbage Rose (Ambassador of love), Passion flower (Religious fervor; Devotion)

Angus: Alstoemeria, Purple Iris (Your friendship means so much to me; Faith; Hope;), Hawkweed (Quicksightedness), Verbena (Family union)

[ID: From left to right. Taako is a tanned skinned male elf with long blond hair in a braid. He is wearing a light purple wizard’s hat with matching riding pants. he wears a dark purple cape over a navy blue shirt with light blue sleeves. He wears knee-high boots that are also navy blue. He wears a crown of flowers around his head, under the brim of his hat. His shirt sleeves and boots are also decorated with flowers.

Merle is a dark skinned, male dwarf with a bushy, white beard. He wears a green tunic. He wears a light green shirt and matching trousers under it. He has on dark green boots and green fur around his collar. Tucked into his sash and hair bun are assorted flowers of white, pink and blue.

Magnus is a light skinned human man with drak, reddish brown hair and beard. He wears a dark brown jacket over a red vest, and white shirt witht he sleeves rolled up. His trousers are tan colored, and are tucked into dark brown knee-high books. He wears a reddish orange flower crown and a long wreath hangs around his neck.

Davenport is a light skinned gnomish man with bright red hair and a spiffy mustache. He wears a mustard yellow, double breasted uniform and dark brown shoes. He hands large patches of bright pink flowers on both shoulders and tucked into his hair.

Lucretia is a dark skinned, human woman with short grey hair. She wears a long, periwinkle colored, caped gown. She wears a blue and white flower crown and has large patches of flowers coming out of the shoulders of her cape.

Angus is a dark skinned, human boy with brown hair and glasses. He wears a peach vested shirt and matching socks. His shorts are navy blue and his shoes are tan. He wears a flower crown of red, yellow, and purple flowers. They are also tucked into the front of his vest collar.

Barry is a light skinned, human man with dark brown hair. He wears an all denim suit, with a darker-washed jacket. He wears a matching blue necktie and the jacket had a gold trimmed collar. He wears a flower crown. Tucked of either side of his lapel are bright red and pink flowers, which are strung together by a red cord.

Kravitz is a dark skinned man with long black dreadlocks. He wears a black and grey double-breasted suit with a black cravat. Over one shoulder is a knee-length black cape, decorated in large paintings of roses and poppies. He wears a matching flower crown. The cape is held over his shoulders by a rose shaped latch.

Lup is a tan skinned, female elf with curly blonde hair. She wears a reddish-pink corseted dress, with puffy sleeves and skirt. The sleeves and bottom of the skirt are filled with in-sewn flowers. She wears long, red strappy heels. On her hands are red gloves. She wears a big flower grown of gold, red, and yellow flowers. End ID.]

[rjalker]

[ID: Six designs that each read "they/them".

The first shows the inside of a purple and pale pink geode with crystals growing inward from the top, bottom, and sides, with "the/them" in a circle of purple things.

The second has a background of blurred red, black, and orange, like fire, and a splash of red like blood or paint behind the white letters of "the/them".

The third has a grainy, dark grey background, with teh white letters glowing softly.

The fourth has a background of blurry pastel lights, with a white circle with overlapping lines forming other shapes around the words.

The fifth shows a field of purple flowers that is blurred slightly, with "they/them" in soft gold lettering, with a matching hold halo behind it with white flowers on the top left and lower right.

The last shows someone on a horse with another horse wwalking behind them, silhoetted against a sunset or sunrise, with the sky changing from pale yellow, to purple, to drak purple, and the clouds fading from pale yellow to deep orange as they get higher.

A DNI banner below all the images shows orange roses, with white text that reads, "Read my DNI/about before interacting".

End ID.]

They/them pronoun icons, like/rb if you save/use ✨ [ send requests! ]