#concept sheet cause idk if I like the wings

[cranberrytea451]

Uh

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You remind me of the babe?

Inspired by @/antlered-prince faeu

[funky-lil-ghost]

Official™ Hermit Species Classification System

so grian decided that hermits are a species and i said no. no way docm77 and pearlescentmoon are the same species. but like. species is just one level of classification. long story short i gave myself a crash course in taxonomy and spent a whole day making this diagram. (im not a biologist tho, scientists please be nice to me. im just a small boy trying his best)

full explanation under the cut! also this link lets u view the diagram as a webpage

first thing, here's a handy chart of the standard biological classification system (image id in alt text). also btw I took a lot of inspiration from this post when i started figuring out how to apply this system to the hermits

after a lot of trial and error with different sorting criteria, i decided to put the "hermit" classification at family level. it made the most sense to me. also cause. the hhermits they r a family :( they., family . sorry my demons

As a family, the hermits' common traits are as follows from my diagram:

Members of the family parvihabilis have a genetic propensity for hybridization. All of these creatures are hybrids of some kind, although some are morphologically ambiguous and may not display obvious hybrid traits. Additionally, most are smaller than the average humanoid.

Let's break that down.

Hermits are creatures whose genetic makeup is well-suited to hybrid stuff. For this concept, hybridism is uncommon in most humanoids because it causes too many genetic conflicts and just kinda dies off before it even exists. Hermits have uhhhh. squishy genes. They're highly adaptable. This adaptability comes with a few specific characteristics, one of which is reduced size (thanks for that, grian. does it make sense? no clue! fuck it we ball).

I did a bit of research about scientific naming and cobbled together some Latin, hopefully it works lol. The family name parvihabilis should roughly translate to mean small + adaptable.

Next!

There are two genus categories in the parvihabilis family: Aedifex and ingeniator. Aedifex means "builder" and ingeniator means "engineer" (which I have used in place of "redstoner").

The builder and redstoner genera aren't hard and fast "this is what this person does all the time forever" categories, because there are a lot of hermits who work with both. Rather, these terms describe a genetic leaning that usually results in certain specialties.

For example:

Anyone can be a builder, but those of the genus aedifex are genetically predisposed to building-related behaviors. They gather and/or horde various materials, using them to create all kinds of structures. These structures can sometimes be homes for the aedifex, but they often abandon a structure soon after completion. Aedifex are known to be somewhat mysterious, following their instincts to different environments where they become attached to a certain area and set of materials until they feel ready to move on.

Similarly, anyone can learn redstone. However, those of the genus ingeniator have a natural affinity for logic problems and a genetically-wired fascination with redstone as a material. That last part is basically "oooooh Shiny Red Thing! i will put it in my box of Shiny Red Things because it is Shiny and Red". Ingeniator can sometimes become lost in their own contraptions, unaware of time slipping away as they work.

Finally, I put the hermits in species classifications based on whether they display hybrid traits. While all hermits are hybrids, they may not have traits that are obvious or clearly definable. Kinda like superhero universes where everyone has powers, but some people don't know what theirs is because it's some obscure thing like idk. folding sheets quickly.

Hermits are like this in the presentation of their hybrid genetics. Some have obvious traits like wings, glowing eyes, etc. Others do not. The corresponding species names are spectamistus, which should mean "visible mix", and secludimistus, which should mean "hidden mix".

Spectamistus will use their hybrid traits in accordance with their genus: Aedifex spectamistus could include a bird hybrid using their wings to safely build high in the air, a dog hybrid sniffing out the materials they need, etc. Ingeniator spectamistus may use traits such as fire resistance when mining for quartz in the nether, or specialized hearing when testing delicate machinery.

That’s all i got! Hopefully it makes sense, i spent pretty much all day on it lmao.

[watermelonsugacry]

Writing Fine Line: Adore You

A/N: Hey lovies!!💚Again, thank you so much for all your love and support for this series! Our family is growing and I’m so excited to share more of this concept with you guys! Guess what song is coming up next 👀

Summary: YN and Harry have known each other since 2010 when they were put in a band together called One Direction. Since the band split up, YN and Harry have kept in close contact, may or may not have grown deeper feelings for one another and have continued to help each other create music. After having helped Harry with HS1, he has invited YN back again to Malibu to help make Fine Line. This was how Adore You was made. (2.7K)

Genre: harry x 1dbandmember!reader, friends to lovers, slow burn, 

Warning: slight smut (?) idk, possible typos

side note: italicized is voice over commentary (I wrote this kind of like the Behind the Album documentary) bold are things Harry actually said irl

Writing Fine Line series Masterlist here!

Previous Chapter: 🍒

YN plops down next to Harry out of breath. The thin, white sheet comes along with her and barely covers her and Harry's hips. Other than the sound of each other catching their breath, it’s silent in YN’S bedroom. Harry runs his hand over his hair and feels how damp his hairline is. He can still taste YN’s strawberry flavored lipstick on his tongue and has become absolutely obsessed with it as of late. His butterfly tattoo flutters its wings on his stomach. 

The sound of YN’s giggling causes Harry to turn his head to where his love is. A smile of his own crawling up on his face. A thin layer of sweat covers YN’s skin and Harry can’t help but love the way the soft yellow light shining on them makes her look like an angel. The dark night sky can be seen behind YN from her open ceiling to floor windows. The soft breeze from outside makes the sheer curtains from her high bed frame gently sway around them. 

YN also turns her head to look at Harry and smiles lazily at him before letting out another fit of girlish giggles.

“What’s got you being a giggling mess over there?” Harry asks, still slightly out of breath. 

“That was awesome.” YN sighs with a bright smile on her face. “That was awesome!” She exclaims. When she opens her eyes, she sees Harry's dimples becoming more prominent as his smile grows. YN lifts her hand excitingly up towards Harry, making him chuckle and meets her hand midway in a high-five.

“Whoo!” YN raises both of her fists in the air. “Team work.” Her hands plop down on the bed beside her and she close her eyes again. 

Harry’s eyes squint even more as he lets out a laugh from her comments. Never in his life has he ever had this reaction after sex from his past lovers. They’ve always either used him for sex for a title of sleeping with the Harry Styles or were models he was set up with from their management. He’s never experienced what it was like to laugh during sex, some times having to breify stop due to their stomachs hurting so much. Or having to stop and change positions due to a leg cramp. It’s never a dull moment when the two are together.

And it’s not merely sex, it’s so much more than that. It’s being with someone in their most vulnerable state, being so comfortable with one another, and loving one each other.

After seeing YN’s reaction to their physical activities, he doesn’t think he could ever be with anyone else. 

“I adore you.”

YN breathing comes to a slowed halt. She turns her head to the right to look at Harry's face to make sure she heard correctly. 

“W-what?” YN says, her eyes looking like deer's in the headlights. 

“I adore you.” Harry says, as if it is the most oblivious thing in the world. He gives her a breathless laugh like he’s in disbelief he actually said the words he’s been meaning to say for weeks out loud.

“No.” YN says furrowing her eyebrows.

“No?” Harry questions, his satisfied disposition never going away.

“No.” YN repeats and sits up, the thin sheet falls and bunches on the tops of her thighs. “You can’t adore me.”

“The hell I can’t.” 

“Well I say you can’t.” Harry begins to see that her once blissful state of mind has been washed away under the warm lights in the bedroom. He panics at the sight of YN gathering up the thin sheet, bringing it to cover her chest as she goes to leave the bed. He’s quick to pull her back down and trap her body underneath his.

“Wait, hey.” He says softly. “Y’alright?”

“I...I just—” It’s just the fact that it’s the highest form of love you can give someone else and she’s absolutely terrified at the idea of loving at that level. They weren’t even officially dating, just continuing whatever this off and on relationship was. She loves him—no matter what the status of their relationship was—but this...this is intimidating. “Y’just can’t” She huff out. 

Harry bites back a playful smile at her pouty lip. She’s really going to be the death of him.  

“Well, whether you like it or not, I adore you. I adore you so much that it’ll be the last thing I’ll ever do.” 

YN eyes flick back and forth between his, the ones that can consume every fiber of his being. He can sense the fear beginning to creep up into her skin and it’s the last thing he wants her to feel. “I don’t expect you to say it back, Lovie. Just needed to tell yeh.” He says, his thumb rubbing against the apple of her cheeks.

There he goes again, flaring up her love for him. She knows that he’ll never pressure her to do anything she’s not comfortable with but this new side of their relationship keeps opening new doors, new feelings, for things that are anything but that. As scary as it is, YN can’t find the strength to stop and maybe that’s what’s more terrifying than anything else.

“Come back to me, baby.” Harry whispers in the space between them, pulling her back from her intrusive thoughts. YN ranks her fingers through his hair before pulling him in for a kiss. She puts all of her love and passion into the kiss, wanting him to know that while she might not ever be able to say his words back to him, she’ll love him with everything she has. It doesn’t take very long until the two are clutching and grasping at each other.

“M’so far gone for you.” Harry pants into her mouth. The whimper that comes out of the back of YN’s throat is all he needs for him to pull her back on top of him again.

“Wait.” YN pulls back so quickly that he’s left trying to catch her lips again.

“What?” His eyes are wide with a mix of panic, passion, and just overall confusion. Does she not want to do this anymore? The couple goes back and forth all the time that it can cause the other to become a bit dizzy every now and then. “What happened, honey?”

He can feel her breath fanning over his lips and has to hold himself back when he sees her lick her lips.

“You be on top this time. My thigh was ‘bout to get a cramp out earlier.” She says with a scrunch of her nose.

A laugh erupts from the back of Harry’s throat, both relieved and amused by her antics. 

“Baby, I’ll do just about anything you want.” He says, pulling her to his chest and flipping them over.

“Stop laughing at me.” YN says against his lips—well, against his teeth as he lets out another chuckle.

“M’sorry, baby.” Harry drops his forehead to her collarbones, his chest vibrating against hers. YN can’t help but join in, wrapping her arms around him and basking in this moment. 

YN is snapped out of her memory daze from a couple months ago at the sound of a wave crashing into the shore. With a slight shake of her head, she goes back to her task at hand.

From the outside mini bar, Harry admires the way that YN has taken it upon herself to make a sand castle as some of the crew sprawls out among the beach, has a couple of drinks and talks amongst themselves. She’s wearing one of her favorite blue bikinis with a short-sleeved, oversized white button up acting as a shawl. 

“When are you planning to pop the question of Ms. Jones?” She asks the guitarist as she packs sand in her small bucket. Mitch is sitting near her on a low beach chair with a beer in his hand. His woven beach hat sits on top of his head with a pair of black sunnies. 

“Later rather than sooner it seems like. H already helped me pick out the ring. Thanks for getting her size for me, by the way.”

“Don’t mention it.” YN flips her bucket over in the sand and smiles happily when the tower stays intact. “But what’s keeping you?” She looks up at Mitch and she immediately knows the answer.

“Sarah.” They say at the same time.

“Can’t blame her for knowing what she wants. Remember how long she made you wait before she agreed to date you.” 

Mitch takes a glance behind her before snatching the child's toy from her fingers.

“She’s a stubborn one, she is.” He says before taking a drink of his beer. “But I love her for it.” YN holds back from swooning at Mitch’s words. She remembers the nights where she and Harry would gossip to one another about the drummer and guitarist. He would tell YN about the way Mitch would slowly rotate until he was able to see Sarah that day in rehearsal. Or she would tell Harry about the way Sarah would try to discreetly ask if Mitch was coming to an event with them. YN’s heart could just burst at the way their relationship has blossomed.

“M’happy for you. You can’t take any moment with her for granted, you know. Once you find your person, you can’t let ‘em go.” Underneath Mitch’s hat, he gives her a knowing look. Before he can say anything, YN lifts a finger at him. “Ah—shut up.” He raises his hands up in defense, a smug smile resting comfortably on his lips. “Now, can you go get me some water, pretty please with a cherry on top?” She sweetly dangles her little pal bucket in front of him. 

Once on his feet, he winds his leg back and motions to kick her castle down. YN is quick to put her hands out in defense but sees that his foot stops right before it meets her creation. He chuckles at her reaction and YN mockly laughs back before giving him the finger. Mitch pretends to catch it and puts it in his pocket as he walks out towards the shore.

YN playfully rolls her eyes and pats the sides of her sand castle with a content smile on her face.

“For you, m’lady.” A watermelon margarita is presented in front of her face. A small slice of watermelon and a lime wedge hang off of the rim of the glass. She gasps excitedly and takes the drink from Harry’s ring covered fingers.

“Thank you, my good sir.” YN hums into the rim of her glass as he sits in Mitch’s previous spot.

“Got a nice place there.” Harry nods down to her sand castle. 

“M’expecting a call from Vogue for one of those house tours once m’done with it.” YN giggles. She looks out at the ocean in front of them on the secluded beach. “It’s beautiful out here. Wouldn’t mind getting a place of my own around here. To just open my back door and take a walk along the shore with my morning tea.”

“Or afternoon margarita.” Harry teases. He can picture her in that life. Being disconnected from the rest of the world and being free to do anything she pleases. Anything they please. “Wanna go in for a dip with me?”

“Mhm. Later though. Need to finish my castle before my deadline with Vogue.” Harry nods in amusement and stands from his seat. He crosses his arms across his torso and pulls the end of his shirt over his head, leaving him only in his white, swim trunks. YN lets her gaze linger until she sees his face again, distracting herself by taking a sip from her red drink.

“See you then.” Harry says before stepping around her. He sees her set down her drink and begin to maneuver the sand again. “Or maybe now.”

Harry picks her up and throws her over his shoulder, quickly walking to the water. 

“Harry!” YN shrieks in laughter.

On the way, they pass Mitch with her pal of water. All YN can do is continue to laugh and cling to Harry’s torso before he drops the two of them in the water. When she resurfaces, she’s not even mad or upset. She’s relieved, happy. She needs this. She needs to spend time with her best friend without the stresses and worries of their romantic history.

YN takes notice of the way Harry’s smile hasn’t changed since she met him all of those years ago. He’s still the same boy who’s silly and playful. The one who would spontaneously and uncoordinatedly dance with her on stage when they were in the band. Who let her braid his hair whenever she wanted to once it was long enough. 

The boy who wants to take everything in and live in the moment. The one who loves with everything he has, who cares so deeply about the people he loves. 

YN laughs when Harry shakes his head, the water from his hair slashing all over her. Her white button up clings to her skin as she makes her way closer to him.

“What?” Harry lets out a chuckle at her stare.

“You’re my person.” YN cranes her head back to look into his eyes. “You know that, right? No matter what, despite everything—the good and the bad—you are my person.”

Harry nods seriously. “And you mine.”  

“You’re stuck with me. M’not going anywhere.” He doesn’t want her to anyways.

“Neither am I. Can’t imagine my life without you. You’re my best friend, YN.” 

“I love you.” YN smiles sweetly at the man in front of her. She means it, in every way possible.

“I adore you.” 

YN bites back the smile threatening to appear on her lips with a shake of her head. “No.”

“No? Still?” Harry teases. YN giggles and shakes her head once again. He bumps her forehead with his. “Say it.” 

“Nope.” 

YN lets out a yelp when Harry grabs her hips, lifts her off of her feet and throws her back into the water.

 “We wrote this in a day, we just had so much fun making it. They’re usually the ones that end up kind of working the best, the ones where everyone’s having fun making it […] they kind of just write themselves.”

It’s safe to say that after the morning at the beach, it has definitely lifted everyone’s spirits from yesterday's melancholy esque recording and producing session. 

What better way to continue to lift up the group’s mood than make some music. And by music, this means YN sticking Harry in the recording room until he’s done all of the harmonies that she wants him to. Harry’s more than happy to comply as he gets to sing a love song directly to her, over and over and over again.

“It’s the only thing I’ll ever do.” He repeats. YN closes her eyes and dances in her seat to the harmonies they’re stacking. “I’d walk through fire for you, just let me adore you.” He sings to her through the window only to be met with a shake of her head, the two of them unable to wipe the smiles off of their faces.

“It’s about that initial infatuation stage when you get that heavy feeling of just bliss, like a blissful, very joyous connection with someone.” Harry says, smiling to himself. “Nothing else matters and all you can think about is that other person. I feel like it’s kind of rare to continue to have that connection with someone. Not completely impossible, but rare for sure.”

The studio space buzzes with energy. Tyler messes around with some music synthesizers while Kid and Harry toggle with the panel full of buttons as Mitch and YN play various instruments in the recording room. Mitch experiments on the drums and riffs some awesome melodies with his guitar. YN plucks at the strings of the bass guitar against her hips as she moves along to the music playing through her big, studio headphones.

“This song is definitely the most poppiest song on the album. It was just so fun to make and...has a lot of happy memories connected to it.” YN nods and looks at Harry who’s off to the side of the camera. “Really love the way it turned out.” 

Next Song Here! 🍄

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[hollandroos]

Oh lordy I read angst and was kinda like Koh!Tom and then thought reader has a miscarriage or something like that. Idk why :( but it's a concept!

This blurb is a little graphic and I don’t want to trigger anyone so If it will upset you then please don’t read it!! I’ll post some really fluffy ones straight after.

“Tom?” You tap your husband’s shoulder gently, waiting for him to wake but when he doesn’t, you simply tap again. 

Tom groans in his sleep, shrugging you off as he adjusts- not thinking that there was too much wrong. There was no light in the room except for a candle that you’d lit when you first woke up burning away on the bedside table. You would’ve held it but your hands were shaking to an extent, bottom lip trembling as tears threatened to spill and you grew impatient.

“Tom- please.” You say, voice more desperate this time as you feel the sheets around you grow wet, legs spread as you look over at your husband who finally opens his eyes, wings fluttering as he turns to look at you.

Tom notices something is different straight away, whether it was because of your large grey wings that were usually lifted high, standing tall or because of the warm tears that stained your cheeks. He sits up suddenly, the black duvet collecting around his waist.

“What is it?” He asks, voice husky and filled with concern.

Your hands shake as you grip the duvet, clenching it with balled fists. “Sometimes happening and I don’t know- I don’t…”

You tug the duvet down until it sits around your ankles, picking up the candle. There’s just enough light for him to see a dark stain marking his black sheets and even in the dark he’s able to see a hint of red.

Tom holds back his gasp, sitting up more until his back was against the headboard and covers his mouth with his hand as he draws his eyes away from the bed, and instead onto you. you looked terrified- eyes wide and tears resting against your cheeks.

“Okay, look at me.” You do as he asks, focusing your gaze on him and Tom grabs your hand, steadying your movements. 

Tom didn’t want to panic, knowing that it’d cause you to panic too so he simply swallowed the fear that was craving to become visible.

“Our baby- somethings wrong with our baby-” You stutter out, throat clenching and chest tightening and in the dark you’re able to make out Tom’s eyes, warm and comforting. Growing glassy.

“I’m going to get the��doctor, don’t move, okay?”

You force a nod, breathing heavily as a wave of pain washes over you and you squeeze Tom’s hand, a fresh set of tears falling. Everything hurt- both mentally and physically and Tom was able to feel all of it, every second of your pain as well as his own.

Tom gives you a worried glance, eyes’ falling to your small bump that just hours earlier he was resting a hand on, begging- gosh, he even prayed that it’d be okay. 

But Tom was let down and the king of hell found himself crumbling on his bathroom floor an hour later.