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kingofthe-egirls · 1 year

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SKETCH: LUFFY x Y/N

fox tales

(cw: luffy sees your sketches of him, including a sexy one, that he wants to try! kissing, est relationship, first time cunnilingus, fingering, gum gum tongue)

(a/n: reader is a devil fruit user, kitsune oc)

Way to his heart is food, you find out. Leaving little treats for him like you leave seeds for birds.

he’s eating an apple

Cross legged on your bed

He leans over to look at what you’re doing

“Hey!” You say, trying to shield your sketchbook from him

he snatches it out of your hands with ease

holds it upside down, papers falling out

they’re all sketches of him

Luffy plucks a fluttering page out of the air. He tilts his head as he looks at it, before his cheeks glow bright red.

“Um—,”

“Give it back!” You yelp, flustered. You know exactly what he’s looking at. “It’s not—what it looks like!” You gasp as you reach for it, but Luffy holds you back with one hand.

“What is it, then?” He asks. His ears are tinged pink.

The page is wrinkled a bit, now. But you can still see the fine graphite lines you’d detailed over it. Lavender watercolor splashes over two figures, tangled together in a bed. One has a straw hat. The other has pointed ears and fox tails. You yelp.

“It’s…it’s—,”

“Us.”

Silence.

“Y-yeah…,” you say, embarrassed. You scratch your head, nose scrunched. “I’m sorry, Luffy, I hadn’t ever planned on showing these to you—,”

“Why not?” His tone darkens, and you look up. His eyes are in shadow, black hair falling over his face in spikes. Crow feathers, you think.

“I-I didn’t want you to be embarrassed, or…ashamed. Of me.” Your hands curl tight in your lap. Your tails are tucked firmly between your legs. You brush over them roughly, trying to get the frizz to go down. You don’t want to look at him anymore.

“You want to do this with me?” He asks plainly. You nod, face hot. Your teeth sink into your bottom lip as you try not to cry. This is humiliating.

“I-I’ve never done this before,” his voice falters and you look up in surprise. He’s blushing, but his hands are steady as he points to the two figures on the page. Faint pink eraser marks glow like a halo around them. They’re holding each other. His head is between her legs.

“Oh,” you squeak. “M-me neither.”

“Well,” he grins up at you, “Wanna try?”

Your heart nearly collapses in on itself. Like a black hole. You haven't done much more with him than kiss.

Yes.

You sit up on your knees, crawling toward the edge of the bed where he stands. He's wearing red shorts, and an open soft vest. He holds the sketch paper in his strong, warm hands. You skim your fingertips over the top edge of the page. It crinkles beneath your hand.

"Yes, Luffy," you look up at him, warm. He meets your eyes with a sweet grin.

"Okay!"

He giggles, leaning forward to kiss you. His hands press into the patchy quilt beneath you, sliding his weight in between your legs.

"Lie down," he says, raspy.

You comply.

What else could you possibly do?

Luffy smiles, sketch still held in both hands as he climbs up onto the bed. He settles between your thighs.

He searches up, around the room, his tongue sticking out from the corner of his mouth. "So we can see it," he says, stretching out a rubber arm to place the watercolor sketch onto your windowsill.

The suncatchers sparkle in the afternoon light, sending sparks of rainbow facets spinning throughout the room. Your skin is dappled in amber-blue, scarlet ribbons dazzling across Luffy's squishy cheeks.

You portal up to poke one.

"Hey!" he complains, swatting your hand away. He rubs at the spot between his chin and his scar, where you poked, and you snicker.

"Sorry," you tease, kicking out a leg. He catches it, strong hand wrapping around your shin. He squeezes, and you still.

"Play nice, kitty," he says, arching an eyebrow. A tail flicks out from under you, but you don't say anything. He grins, looking back at the sketch. "Here," he says, lying down on his stomach, "S'okay?"

"Mhmm," you nod, vigorously. You scoot back down the pillows to get more comfortable. He fingers at the button of your shorts, smiling at you with crinkly eyes.

"Say please."

Your ears switch back against your head, sharp and fast. You squirm, red-hot blush forming on your cheeks. "Lu-uffy," you say, eyes sliding away from him in embarrassment. He giggles.

"Shishishi," he sucks a hickey onto the inside of your thigh. He looks up at you with dark eyes, circling his tongue around the scarlet bitemark He grins, tongue still out as he says, "Say it, kitty."

"Mm--," you moan, shutting your eyes, "Please?"

"Good kitty," he murmurs, before sliding your shorts down your legs. He brings your panties down with them, hooking his fingers into the fabric. You shiver, beneath his gaze.

Luffy is staring at you with his teeth sunk into his lower lip.

He traces his fingertips up the bare skin of your thighs, coming to rest with his head between them. You press them into either side of his face. He nuzzles into the soft hairs above your cunt.

"Smells good," he whispers, before swiping his tongue along your slit. You feel something sharp and electric bolt through you. You gasp, twitching under his grasp.

"Shit," you say, spine arching, "Do that again."

So he does.

Luffy licks at your clit, swirling his tongue over it in circles.

His eyes are closed in pleasure, a soft blush forming on his cheeks. Like peonies. He hums, vibrating against your heat and sending sparks through you.

“More, Luffy—,” you gasp, arching your hips up to meet his face. His hands wrap around your legs, spreading them open so he can lick at you fully. His eyes roll back in his head.

“Tastes—so—good,” he sings, laving his tongue against your clit over and over again. His tongue pokes into your entrance, and he inhales sharply through his nose. “Fuck.”

Slow, pulsing movements of his tongue as he starts to lick his way inside you. He pulls back for a moment, swallowing his own spit and your slick. His eyes are glinting with hunger and lust, and his chest is rising and falling in short, raspy breaths. He softly, gently pushes his tongue back in. He wriggles it around, and you scream.

“Oh!” You gasp, eyes squeezed shut as you careen forward. Your hands scrabble at his shoulders, clawing for something to hold onto as pleasure rocks through you. “There!!!”

Luffy sloppily fucks you with his tongue, with greedy laps at your clit in between long pulses inside your pussy. He presses the flat of his strong, warm tongue up against your g-spot. He swirls it around, groaning shamelessly as he ruts into the mattress.

“Luffy!” You cry again, shaking violently as something swells within you. Sketching this isn’t nearly as fun as actually doing it. “So good!!!”

“Sweetheart,” he moans, slathering your whole cunt with his soaking, stretched out tongue. He wraps the slithering tip around your clit, and pulls.

“Ahh—!” You scream again, writhing under him as he pumps two fingers inside your clenching pussy. It aches around him, fluttering and quivering as he strokes the fire burning hot in your gut. “Yes, Luffy!!! Yes, yes, yes—!” Your spine curls forward, and a racing feeling of striking iron rockets through you. “So—ngh—good!”

He crooks his fingers up inside you, still wrapping his tongue over your clit in sensitive loops. “Atta girl,” he says with his mouth open sideways, head tilted so he can fuck you diligently and urgently. He’s so sweet like this, so fucking sexy—

He says your name, slurred around his stretchy tongue, and with a gasp, you cum.

Sweet, like sugar cubes dissolving in tea.

“Ah ah, ah!” You seethe, uncontrollably twitching as you slowly come down. Luffy follows the sounds you make, slowing his pace accordingly.

He kisses the inside of your thigh, stroking your lower belly with a strong, sure hand.

“How’s that?”

“So good,” you reach down to pull him up into you, smooching wet kisses all over his face. He smells like your scent, which is weird but sexy and you like it on him. He slowly reaches up to take your hand in his, before lowering it to wrap around his still-clothed cock. It’s hard as a fucking rock.

“My turn?”

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crimsonlyinglilly · 24 days

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Day 28: bloody nose / medic / abandoned

Day 28 for @augustofwhump.

sorry for being late got distracted starting a quilt.

NEW AU (when will I stop?)

Second Chances- a attempt to break the Crescent curse goes wrong in an unexpected way, leaving the oldest three Mikaelson siblings waking in a different time.

Time Travel.

Mostly all grown from the seed @theotherworld97 planted.

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“Freya!”

It was a strange feeling, the sound of both her younger brothers calling her name in concern, something she had never thought to ever have, heartwarming and yet at the same time in this current moment, it was irritating.

She can feel her nose bleed, taste the iron in the back of her throat, but she can almost reach their ancestors powers, the whole reason she had started this. With Elijah to act as her anchor and Finn the additional power she should be able to collect enough power that she would be able to break Dahlia’s curse on the crescent pack and give her niece her mother back.

“I know.” she snapped, as she found what she was looking for “Almost there,”

“This isn’t worth your life.” Finn complained, but she ignored it as she finally managed to connect to their bloodline’s past magic.

“Something’s wrong.” Elijah’s quieter voice managed to make her open her eyes in concern, her eyes widened in shock as discovered Elijah red blood from his nose and eyes stark against his paler than normal skin.

Before she could call him she felt something grasp at her heart and pull.

Her brother's gasps of shock matched hers before everything went dark.

—

She woke to fallen leaves in her face, bird calls in the air and opened her eyes to find herself on the ground in the middle of some chilly woods and not in one of the upstairs rooms of the compound.

She pushed herself up to look around but all question on how and where they were; vanished as she found herself looking as Finn, her brother in his original body physical as the leaf litter mover as he pushed himself up in front of her. Given the way he was looking at his hands he was just as surprised but he still caught her when she threw herself at him in a hug

“You're alive.” she breathed as she reached out to cup his face, solid and living under her fingers.

“In a way.” he sighed, his hand coming up to rest on hers. She worked out that meant he had returned to his vampire state but she couldn’t care about that, she could understand his hatred of living like that but he was alive that was by far the most important part to her.

“What happened?” Finn asked after a moment taking in the wilderness around them, she let him go to look around her herself but before she could do anything more a voice called out.

“I was thinking the same.” a far too young voice replied they twisted around at the same time, Finn trying to push her behind as he did.

A boy around 10 was staring at them, dark brown hair and brown eyes leaning heavily on a tree. There was something about him that was familiar to Freya but she couldn’t place it.

“Elijah.” Finn answered for her, her eyes widened as she retook in the boy to memorise the little brother she had missed growing into the man she knew, “How?”

“No idea, “ he shrugged, stepping away from the tree towards them swaying slightly as he did, “I felt myself being torn from my body.”

“Are you ok?” she asked, pulling herself from Finn’s hand to kneel in front of him, he was so small like this she thought as she reached to check him, she couldn’t help it even as she was trying to work out how this had happened.

What could have caused this change to her brother, from vampire back to young witch-

She remembered the state of him before the spell had gone wrong, or before she had noticed, somehow their ancestral magic had reached back and targeted the anchor to pull them away.

She hissed as she realised her mistake, it was their blood, the magic of their blood, she had thought with Elijah no longer a witch, as a vampire he wouldn’t have been affected by it but it seemed even after being turned into a vampire the magic of their blood still called to itself.

She wasn’t sure how that had ended with them in a woods somewhere or why Elijah returned to such a young age, if it wanted to return him to his human state surely it would have been easier to just return him to just before Esther had changed them.

And why hadn’t Finn similarly been transformed.

Her eyes widened as she noticed a second flicker of magic within Elijah, another soul but unlike when she had first met Finn in the other body, this one wasn’t asleep and this one was almost a match with Elijah.

“Your not alone in-” she started,

“This body.” he finished for her, wincing slightly “no, my younger self was looking after the babies when I woke here.”

“Your younger- time travel? That’s not possible.” Finn cut in as Freya’s mind spun.

She had been calling to the magic in their blood, their ancestors, but that had ended with them, they were the last generation for a thousand years so instead of granting her the power, the magic had sent them back to the last witches of their line.

Themselves.

“Time Travel or Parallel Universe, it’s one of them,” Elijah replied sharply, glaring up at Finn over her shoulder as he allowed her to place her hand on his forehead “as this Elijah’s memories are identical to mine from around this time until now. Or do you have another reason I'm stuck as a child?”

“I don't, why just you and not Freya or I?” Finn snapped back.

“I was the one casting the spell with your power, the magic must have viewed us both as witches but Elijah, you had the blood of their line but you weren't so- the magic brought us to the magic we were seeking and returned you the way it saw you should be.” he theorised aloud, swallowing back her comments about how adorable Elijah was this age even glaring at Finn.

Now was not the time, but she was going to treasure the chance she got to see sight of any of her siblings that were stolen from her.

“So this is our ancestors' answer to correcting that and giving us the power you asked for?” Elijah asked dryly with a slight frown, and Freya had to stop herself from reaching out to pull him into a hug, the impression of looking more like a pout than the look she knew he was aiming for.

She had missed out on all of this, her siblings looking sweet and innocent, unhardened by time.

“Can we fix this?” he asked again, to call her from her thoughts

“I need time to recover and to find out how you're connected.” she explained, she had to know how and where they had ended up and to ensure she didn’t harm the younger Elijah in any attempt, it would require a delicate touch and power. The second she would have time to recover, the first would take more work.

“ELIJAH!” a shout came suddenly from the woods around them, making her and Elijah jump, she turned to Finn to find him staring in one direction likely listening to whoever it was with supernatural hearing.

“I don't think we have time.” Elijah said, one of his hands moving to clutch his tunic in an uncharacteristic show of nerves, he seemed to notice as his other hand moved to cover it.

“Whose that?” she asked, it sounded like a child, so not one of their parents, she was slightly relieved unsure how she would react to either of them.

“ELIJAH!”

“Finn,” Elijah answered, “I was- he- this body was looking after the others before I woke up here, they would have noticed me vanishing.”

“EYLAUGR!”

“I’M HERE!” Elijah suddenly shouted before his own hand came up to cover his mouth, Freya quickly worked out the cause as she caught the surprise in his eyes shifted to annoyance.

“Elijah!” Finn hissed.

“Wasn’t me,” he snapped back glaring back up at Finn, she looked between them and realised if she wasn’t between them the venom and tension would likely be worse, and here she had thought Klaus and Elijah over the last few months had been bad.

“My younger self is up here.” Elijah told them two fingers tapping at his head. “Besides, do you have another way to deal with this, I'm- this body is going to be missed.”

Finn was silent as they all realised the truth in the statement, Elijah would need to return and play the role of his younger self until they were ready.

Something in Freya’s chest ached at the idea of somewhere beyond the trees were all her younger siblings, Klaus and Rebekah, even Kol who she had just missed out on meeting, too busy relearning the world after another century sleep to know she was losing her time with him and tiny Henrik, the one she had never thought she would get a chance to meet.

He had been dead by the first time she had learnt he ever existed.

“ELIJAH!” The shout came much closer this time along the sound of frantic steps, she twisted slightly to the sound of it to catch the moment the owner of the voice came into view and saw them.

“Get away from him!” was shouted moments later and suddenly Elijah was pulled from her arms and pushed behind the boy.

Finn, a few years older than Elijah, fourteen perhaps, hair a darker brown making the season nearer winter than summer. Elijah looked somewhat surprised at young Finn’s action looking up at him from his new place at his side with a confused look.

“I wasn’t hurting him.” she offered showing both her hands to him to show her harmlessness, Finn moving behind her to scowl didn’t help her motives.

“Stay away from him, you can’t take him.” young Finn repeated, pulling a knife to keep them back.

She could almost feel her Finn wince behind her as he no doubt realised the same thing as her. A sibling stolen away by a witch, a reminder of Finn’s worst memory.

They were all silent for a moment before Eijah spoke, voice strangely soft and quiet, she wondered if the younger Elijah had managed to take over.

“It’s okay, Finn.” Elijah muttered his hand reaching out to grab Finn’s coat making Freya suddenly realise Elijah was out in the autumn cold in just a tunic, while she was cold, dressed for New Orleans heat, Elijah’s body was just a child it would suffer the effect sooner.

“He’s getting cold.” she said, getting a suspicious glare from Finn before he stepped backwards from them keeping Elijah behind him as he did so, once there was a distance between them he put the knife away and slipped off his coat to push onto Elijah. “Finn- i can’t- you’ll-” Elijah started as he struggled to hold the coat in his arms.

“Eylaugr.” Finn warned and Elijah sighed pulling the coat over him, the size difference meant it covered most of him, sleeves covering his hands and going past his knees and Elijah failed to hide the way he sighed at the sudden warmth.

She frowned at her own failing to notice he was cold when he had been under her reach.

“We’re going.” Young Finn told them before he started to walk away with Elijah under his arm, Elijah managed to send them a nod before he left.

For a moment she can enjoying getting to see the picture she had dreamed of in her first years with Dahlia, her little brothers together. Finn’s arm over Elijah’s shoulder to lead him away from the apparent threat.

Then she catches the words between them.

“Father’s furious,” the young Finn snapped but unlike the older Finn the concern in his voice was clear as was it in the arm still over Elijah’s shoulder holding him tight at his side, almost as if he expected Elijah to still be snatched form him. “you abandoned the little ones alone.”

“What’s the punishment?” Elijah asked with resignation in his words even as their voices faded from her hearing.

“I convinced him to let me find you but-” she caught before it faded completely, leaving her to watch as the pair of her little brothers vanished into the woods.

Punishment, because Freya’s spell had called the child from his task, because her spell had left Elijah in a body that was vulnerable and still under the care of a man that had grown cruel in her loss and a woman that bartered her first child away.

“Finn, we need to follow them.” she told him with sudden urgency, he frowned at her.

“What? Freya, why?” he asked, clearly his attention split between her and the distant sound of his younger self and Elijah.

“We came here together, we can't just abandon.” she explained.

“He’ll be fine.” Finn told her to reinsure her but the flat frown and the way he kept glancing from her to where they had vanished made her doubt it.

What’s the punishment? Elijah had asked unsurprised by it and little Finn hadn’t bothered to deny it.

“I want to see them.” She said, trying from a different angle, “I want to see the family I was taken from, the little siblings we should have got to look after together.”

Finn sighed but gave him, he really hadn’t changed much from her few most precious memories, he had given in back then too.

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stardewstardropthoughts · 2 years

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What the bachelorettes got you for Valentine’s Day

Abigail

She’s thought about it loads but she’s always torn on what to get you

Settles on getting you some flowers, chocolate and a new bag since yours is pretty old and you didn’t wanna replace it just yet

You get her a new sword, some cool crystals you found in the mines, and a homemade blackberry cobbler

She’s thrilled, she wants to spare immediately

Emily

She isn’t sure what to get you, she’s put a lot of thought into this and even asked her sister what she thinks would be good

She makes you a new sweater in your favorite colors, she also makes you a quilt, she buys you a coffee on her way over to the farm

She’s very nervous you won’t like her handmade gifts but you love them! How could you not? She made them for you after all

You got her some good quality cloth and dyes, some of her favorite crystals and some wool

She’s thrilled with the thought you put into picking her favorite things, she just loves you

Maru

Has never had a partner before, is embarrassed to ask for anyone’s opinion about what she should get you

She gets you some practical things to help make your life easier, a few sprinklers, a cool scarecrow to keep the birds away, she does also bring flowers

You get her a diamond, some iridium bars and a few battery packs for her inventions

She feels bad you went into the mines for you but you assure her you don’t mind and would do it again

This does not calm her anxiety but she appreciates the sentiment

Penny

She has no money, teachers are notoriously broke man

She hand makes you a card, she cooks you dinner and she brings over a few movies so you can have a little date night

She’s beyond embarrassed but you assure her you don’t need any fancy gifts and that just her presence and this delicious (not really but you love her you’ll choke it down) home cooked meal are more then enough!

You get her some simple things, a new coat, some flowers you thought she’d like and a new notebook

Leah

She was anxious about making you something since her last partner didn’t appreciate her art very much

She made you a cute little bear carving, a carving of a rose that took her months to do, and an actual teddy bear as well

You love all the gifts and assure her that you’d love literally anything she would ever make you because she made it for you with love

You made her a batch of poppy seed muffins, a bottle of delicious peach wine and a necklace that has a little knife charm on it

She never takes the necklace off

Haley

She loves Valentine’s Day, not for the gifts she just loves any excuse to have a date with you

She makes you a pink cake, she puts together a photo album of you and her together, she brings flowers

You get her flowers, a necklace with a beautiful pearl on a delicate silver chain, and a new camera

You guys cuddle up on the couch under cozy blankets and watch movies while eating cake

She’s tucked into your side head on your shoulders

#stardew fanfic #stardew valley #stardew x reader #stardew farmer #stardew headcanon #stardew marriage #stardew abigail #stardew haley #stardew penny #stardew emily #stardew leah #stardew maru #stardew bachelorettes #valentines day #valentines

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thedeadthree · 2 years

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CHARACTER NATURE AESTHETICS

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Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms (if you know you know), shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes (prefers gold), fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (if she wants for something she will have it), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion (HUGE NO), watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#only if you want to of course! 🖤#oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #oc: holland willoughby #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #leg.txt #if you have done this already please feel free to ignore! and if i missed you please take this as your tag!#THANK YOU SO MUCH BELOVEDS <3 #i will for sure be doing this with more ocs..! this was so cute to do!#ajsnkak lioslaith in the last two sessions on picking mushrooms IM SCREAMING.. she wishes not to kansxkajs #(they are at times fae affiliated and alive and like.... as the heir of an empire she wishes not to make enemies of potential allies..?)#i also realized i liked zoya better (the name meaning is more fitting! its 'from zeus' and her being descended from ->#a vampiric divine being her name meaning 'from a god' FIT SO WELL for her you know?)#i still need to figure out what her class is but ill get to play her in 3 days so ill determine that then! <3 #i love that holland aligned with so many of the aesthetics here <3 that ex personal assistant was MEANT for life in stardew <3 #zoya LOATHING beaches and cottages asnjkhnxdk but that dearest the most in love with the zen garden..! love that for u!#even the chaotic/lawful evil aligned (it varies on her mood that day ajnxksn) need *peace* u know <3 #also SCREAMING how much zoy VEHEMENTLY loathes trusting anyone especially her family.. so that's why that was a HARD no asnk #given her back story its so on brand! also loving for adda that she also felt the most at home with the garden aesthetic!#shes also lawful evil aligned jsanxn (at times lawful neutral bc though power hungry she still loves her people <3)

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risingsh0t · 2 years

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oc nature aesthetics.

tagged by my dears @dihardys @leviiackrman @blackreaches @chuckhansen thank you!! 💗🌿

tagging @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @florbelles @marivenah @arklay @montliyets @aartyom @fenharel @loriane-elmuerto @kingsroad @yennefre @shadowglens @queennymeria @devil-kindred if you want!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#tag game #oc: wren #oc: arielle #really wanted to use wren bc it didn't seem like she'd fit any lmao #but forestcore makes the most sense actually!#arielle being zen gardencore followed by beachcore is extremely accurate

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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OC Nature Aesthetics;

I was tagged by the fabulous @dihardys, thank you macy I love you sm macy🤍

Tagging: @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @arklay @queennymeria @simonxriley @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @saintsilver @confidentandgood @virassan @thomrainer @marivenah @duffmckagans @liurnia @jackiesarch @blackreaches @multiverse-of-themind @trvelyans + @shellibisshe

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your oc, italicise what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies.

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

#tagged*#dihardys #oc: margot durand #oc: asami enatsu #thank you!#these were so accurate for these girls #Margot is a mix of cottage core/forestcore/mountain core #Asami is zen gardencore/beachcore!#love how specific these were too

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strafethesesinners · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics-NatureCore

Tagged by lovelies @deputyash and @harmonyowl to fill this out for my oc (s)

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

Cottagecore:

Homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows.

Zen Gardencore:

Rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and goddesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud.

Junglecore:

Exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, up cycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit.

Forestcore:

Deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:

Seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass.

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones.

I’ll tag @unleashed111 @multiverse-of-themind @belorage @florbelles @henbased @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @nuclearstorms @sleepfight @allthearchetypes @ishwaris @harlow1898 @amistrio @foofygoldfish @cobb-vanthss @shallow-gravy @blackreaches @heroofpenamstan @redroci @clicheantagonist @wraithsoutlaws @vasiktomis @shellibisshe @purplehairsecretlair really whoever wants to! I know I always forget people:(

#oc aesthetics #Cooper aesthetic #no Heath this is too long lol #just one #oc: Cooper McCoy #no desertcore for Coop :(#but! seems like he is a tie between jungle core and forest core #interesting #I really wanna make one of these someday

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captastra · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

Thanks for the tag @socially-awkward-skeleton <3! I’ll do only Rhea for now :)

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

no pressure tag: @galaxycunt @clonesupport @bearcina @confidentandgood @poeti-kat @kourumi @natesofrellis @lethal-justice @incognito-insomniac @sstewyhosseini and anyone else who wants to play along, this is me tagging you :)!

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

Cottagecore: homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore: rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore: exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore: deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore: seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore: watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#the outer worlds #rhea hawthorne

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milo-is-rambling · 1 year

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Guess who vacuumed their room for the first time since at least April 💪

#it took less than ten minutes and I’ve been putting it off for months!!!#stepping into bed without bird seed crumbs on my feet feels incredible #and I just washed my quilt so I can put my quilt on my clean floor and not deal with the texture of the carpet !!! yippee!!!

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tinyshe · 1 year

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Garden Report & Frugal Living 23.08.24

I got the ag cloth over the grow box but not before the sparrows ate all the beautiful, lush lettuce seedlings; I replanted now ... and wait.

The blueberries are coming off a nibble at a time (us, birds and other creatures).

We may get a crop of elderberries and another crop of the yellow/autumn raspberries but very light. I'm getting hot about the creature that is walking right down the row/pulling canes down/attempted snappage as it is destroying the possibility of next crop. I've not had this problem before so I'm clueless as to what/who I'm getting mad at!

The cherry plums are done. Many went into the dehydrator but more went into tummies. There is a lapse in fruit now as we wait for the apples to ripen fully but hopefully not just suddenly rot in warm days/cool night. We are suppose to get some winds that could create problems for the heavy laden apple branches. We have some propped up while we wait. Hopefully there will not be hard rains but no rains mean electrical storms.

The haws are ripening and are near ready. I'm tempted to run them through the foley, mix with applesauce and make little disc/ digestive wafers. Still thinking about it ...

I need to dump the potato barrel and harvest instead of just fishing around for dinner. Once it is harvested, I can ammend it and set it up to go through the winter. Nothing came out of the bed under the elderberries as they got dug up repeatedly by the night creatures.

The berries we are/have harvesting (gooseberry/blackberry) are going in the freezer and then designated to be mushed with last years applesauce for fruit leather. I leave the seeds in 1) to slow the gobbling, 2) because I'm lazy. Fruit leather has no added sugars of any type; no perservatives, can be used as dried fruit snack in pack, slivers snipped into cakes, muffins, quick breads or even dropped into a cup of black tea for a hint of fruit (much like Russian/ Slav use of jams/jellies dallop in tea).

Poor Alcott is in full moult! I always feel for her because she is timid and moulting makes her paranoid. I try to make sure there is extra nutrional needs during this season in their life because moulting is hard on a bird and Alcott insist on laying eggs through the process so she is double dipping on the health scale.

Since my garden is so poor/not producing much except for the blessed nettles, I watch the markets to get produce on sale. Everybody and their mother is doing the same thing. There is limited stock that is being brought to market and whatdoes make it, looks like second quality. Even with that, people are buying up on the first and second days. Such a good incentive to get out of complacency and get growing.

Sprouts: i haven't been doing counter top gardening because the humidity and heat from dehydrator. I do need to note stock, purchase and rotate.

Scapping out too worn shirts (looking for quilting and craft material). Other gently worn items are going to community free box exchange -- its school season and with winter coming, people are evaluating winter wear.

Winter is coming but there is still things that can be done like planting a winter garden -- if not for your need of the crop, for the fun & joy of it and then donate the produce to your local food bank, and elders or a family in need. Do it! Double dipping on the joy of gardening scale!!

#catholic gardener #gardening #urban homestead #permaculture #edible landscaping #winter pantry #frugal living #hens #potato barrel #counter top gardening #sprouts

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kingsroad · 2 years

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𝐨𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

i was tagged by the absolute darlings @chuckhansen & @risingsh0t! thank you both so much! ♡ i’m tagging @denerims, @zahra-hydris, @hiddenqveendom, @samwilsonns, @aroserinosman, @dathomir, @kingsmakers and whoever else would like to give this a shot!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

cottagecore

zen gardencore

junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

forestcore

beachcore

mountain / meadowcore

#type: meme #oc: vhaena targaryen #oh i loooove this kind of thing #so thank you both so much for tagging!!

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deputyash · 2 years

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OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

Thank you for tagging me @harmonyowl and I believe @strafethesesinners :3

Tagging: @teamhawkeye @ri-a-rose @statichvm @derelictheretic @cobb-vanthss @cryptichobbit and anyone else who wants to! (Pretty sure most people have been tagged but just in case.)

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies.

- Dove Ash -

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and goddesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

#finally catching up again haha #just dove this time #tag games #my ocs #dove ash

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clonesupport · 2 years

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OC Aesthetic - Naturecore

thanks for tagging me @captastra!💕

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC

italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies

strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

imma stick it to the one person who i think is the most naturecore-esk lol

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

i tag @natesofrellis @sstewyhosseini @confidentandgood and anyone seeing this who wants to do this!

#junglecore and beach core are perfection for her🤧#beachcore really giving uncharted 4 epilogue aesthetic tho #tagged #oc: seph wilde

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direwombat · 2 years

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rolling some tag memes into one post for the sake of consolidation. tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton and @harmonyowl to do both an oc nature vibes meme and an oc speech mannerisms meme -- thank you two so much for the tags!

tagging (to do one, the other, or both, whichever y’all want/applies): @natesofrellis, @thomrainer, @aceghosts, @confidentandgood, @poeti-kat, @schoute, @funkypoacher, and anyone else who wants to do them!

italics sometimes apply

bolds always apply

strikethroughs never applies

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

COTTAGECORE: homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

ZEN GARDENCORE: rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

JUNGLECORE: exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

FORESTCORE: deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

BEACHCORE: seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

MOUNTAIN/MEADOWCORE: watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

SPEECH MANNERISMS

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ (english and cajun french)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no (she normally tones it down, but she has a pretty thick southern accent)

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / intimidating

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS - head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY:

VOCABULARY: ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️

EMOTION: ◼️◼️◼️◻️◻️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️

PROFANITY:

FREQUENCY: ◼️◼️◼️◻️◻️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️ (most of her creativeness comes when she slips into cajun french)

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY - arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

THIS OR THAT - straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? (the more polite she is, the more she hates you) / praise or equivocation? (depends on whether she likes someone and what she’s responding to)/ frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt? (she’s both!)

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS:

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (mostly due to her accent)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower. (she actually confuses people: her accent suggest lower class her vocabulary suggests she’s well educated/well-read)

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

#oc: deputy sybille la roux #i realize that the speech mannerism meme has been going around and most have done it #but ahhhh here's some good syb content

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