#curly-leafed flower

[kazeharuhime]

Curloa Pinwheria

Thought to be related to the Windia Flowana, but more closely associated with the Pinwheria Magnificentia. Like the Windia Flowana, the Curloa Pinwheria derives much of its energy from the wind. It likes growing in windy places such as the windward side of the Great Buddy Mountains and Highlands, but can be found wherever it can get a decent wind. If it finds its way to a place without much wind, it tends to droop, and may even recede back into the soil.

[relto]

saw someone with a cool look at the mall and now i want to draw The Character in that outfit. the usual torture (not far along enough to attempt drawing the character)

[emacrow]

Poison Ivy's little sprout

Ivy just got back to her main base after a lil three month fun vacation with Harley and Cat women. Only to see her giant plants seemingly a foot or two away from one lil growing pod sprout literally shaking as if the Fear of God was put into them.

Now she doesn't remember planting this lil bud, it was sickly green in the leaves and steam, the pod itself seem to be glowing blue that the size of a peach. The chaotic maddening whispers from the plants around her wouldn't even come close enough to where she stand right in front of the lil sprout.

They seem more afraid of this lil plant then the last time Harley accidentally brought her an invasive species plant that sass the hell out of the other plants until she secretly relocated it away.

She grab her plant shovel and replant it into a slightly bigger pot, picking it up and walking toward her lab part that didn't had much plants there, considering the big plant babies immediately took over the previous place where that tiny plant was and inched away from where she was walking to.

Maybe it was sick, with how pale and bright green the plant was and whatever fruit was growing was sucking the literal life out of the plant. She could probably add some extra nutrients and plant fertilizer to help it grow until it was ripe to be plucked. Watering it with enough to last the week after putting extra fertilizer.

Taking just one tiny bud leaf since the silent was deafening coming from this plant was completely abnormal to her to a degree that something was very wrong or this plant was alien not from earth's native plants.

Weeks of research turned to months as she watch with pure heavy fascinating interest, seeing that the leaf she cut off turn into an unstable green goopy mess of dna not even an 15 minutes off the plant. It made Ivy wonder what kind of giant peach was growing from it with how it glow so bright purple yet ominous at night. Her lab never felt so cold yet the heater was on 79 degree for her plant babies.

It was by month of September that was a surprise, when Harley came over to help pick the super sized fresh vegetables and fruits off the other plants to maks chicken salads, not noticing that Harley took the large peach fully ripe from the plant she had been observing on.

She was chopping carrots up into bite sized pieces before Harley's voice spoken out.

"Um.. Ivy? I don't know where you got this plant from that momotaro movie, but I think you just grow a boy from a peach."

Ivy turned around immediately to see Harley looking rather shocked as well, with a peach juice covered sleeping baby boy lay in a half way peeled peach. A wet curly black hair with grey eyes that she know in her gut that it will turn blue later.

Oh no.. she caught the bat-bait disease.

"We're not keeping him." Poison ivy said sternly and sharp to steel herself from that sappy adorable puppy eyed look Harley was giving her.

🥺

"Harley, we don't even have-

🥺🥺🥺

"Har-

🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺

"...."

"One night and then it straight to the the good orphanage near the rich area." Poison ivy sighed, pinching her nose.

"Yessss!" Harley cheered, holding the baby up like he was simba.

It was only for the night, what the worse that could happen.

......

......

......

She was weak to that stare and she knew it.

Poison could only sighed, holding two month old Dara in the baby sling, staring sat which baby outfit to pick, the olive green that had the baby duckies or fern green with the adorable flower patterns.

(Thanks the commenters for telling me the original name. All Google gave me was the Peach boy or Jack and the Giant Peach XD)

[alice-the-demon]

Wonder Tower ♦️♣️♠️♥️

Let's take a closer look at them, shall we?

Peppino

He arrived in Wonderland with no memory of his past, with the only thing that remembers is that he was trying to catch a snow white rabbit. Welcomed by the White King, Peppino was given the mission to venture in this land and reach the Tower ruled by the Queen of Hearts to defeat them and free this land from their maniacal and destructive clutch. Peppino reluctantly accepts and, accompanied by the King and his trustworthy yet odd cavalry, ventures in forests filled with contradictory signs, gardens full of talking flowers, beaches with animals that run continuously and more, making friends along the way while sometimes getting annoyed with all the nonsense that habits this absurd land. Peppino wears an armour, gloves and heels donated by the White King, has ruffled hair and dark circles under his eyes, almost as if he hasn't slept well in months. He really has the face of someone who is tired of all this stuff, he can be kind but most of the time he is either so nervous that he stays still while shaking like a leaf or on the verge of exploding with anger because of his hammering headaches.

White King

He's the sovereign of Wonderland... or, well, the ex sovereign of Wonderland, losing his power against the maddening Queen of Hearts. He always wears white regal clothes with a silver crown placed on his short curly brown hair, along with a nice moustache that makes him look more friendly. The White King is the one to properly welcome Peppino to Wonderland and to tell him that he's the chosen one to defeat the Queen of Hearts that is terrorising the inhabitants of this place and become the new king. Of course, White King accompanies Peppino in this adventure, although he's more of a pacifist and prefers to not participate in battles, at most he acts as a guide and emotional supporter for whenever Peppino is in distress.

White Rabbit

The White King's most trusted and loyal friend, a giant white rabbit wearing a blue waistcoat with twirling whiskers who can run for miles at a great speed. He's the first character Peppino has met and also the one who carried him to the White King's castle. He doesn't speak, but can express himself through gestures and squeaks.

Chesire Cat

The first odd character Peppino meets in his journey, a red striped cat with a wide, sly smile and a collar with a diamond shaped jewel attached to it. He doesn't seem to take anything seriously, always having a nonchalant and relaxed way of acting, laughing and making jokes to anyone he meets. He was ordered to stop Peppino from arriving at the Tower, doing so by deceiving and confounding him with the ability of turning invisible and removing parts of his body... But he preferred to play with Peppino's confusion with this place before deciding to join the duo to their journey to rebel against the Queen of Hearts.

(The bosses in this AU aren't Peppino's enemies, they act more as allies here :P )

Caterpillar

The second fellow Peppino will meet. This weird character (as if the others weren't weird enough) has some of the characteristics of a caterpillar, multiple arms, long body (most of it covered with pants) and antennas, but also have a humanoid torso, head and hands, always decorated with various jewellery included a bracelet with a club shaped gem on it. He's a man of few words and pretty susceptible, he spends most of his time smoking with his hookah in the middle of a field.

The Mad Hatter

Definitely the most annoying one. He's a silly small man with twirling moustaches and a bucktooth wearing a funny hat resembling a tea pot (and functions like a tea pot!), wearing a yellow suit with a spade-shaped jewel attached to his papillon. Even more of a jerk than the Cheshire Cat, the Mad Hatter spends most of his time doing tea parties to celebrate his own and his friends' "unbirthday" for 364 days along with his moving mechanical tea pots. He rarely pays attention to what the others are saying and often creates big messes, making him Peppino's least favourite person in this absurd place.

March Hare and Dormouse

Respectively the girlfriend and best friend of the Mad Hatter. The first is a hare with pink clothing and black raven hair, she's a real party animal, always finding her boyfriend's parties endearing with a frivolous demeanor; the second is a, well, dormouse with blue fur and a sleepy look all the time, so much he sleeps during the parties inside teapots or sugar bowls, but he enjoys the company and savour the tea every once in a while.

Knight of Hearts

The last guy Peppino meets before facing the Queen of Hearts. He's supposed to be guarding the Queen's roses garden... But he acts like a puppy doing their best in their job. The Knight of Hearts always wears a rusty bronze helm, hiding his face, and armour decorated with a ruined red cape attached with a heart shaped jewel on a brooch. He's armed with a sword and shield, both ruined and damaged looking, but the Knight doesn't really know how to use them anyway. They never speak but it's clear that they're very naive and, for how clumsy they are, their movements are almost always unpredictable, always tripping either on their own cape or with any object that meet the Knight's foot.

Queen of Hearts

The apparent last obstacle Peppino has to face, the mad ruler of Wonderland, always wearing a regal red, green and black dress with roses and hearts, a crown placed on their red twirling and heart-shaped wig and a wide crazy smile on her face along with heart symbols on her cheeks and a red nose. They always have a creepy wide smile on their face, mumbling senseless phrases, putting chaos in all Wonderland, often threatening their servants to cut their heads at the minuscule error they make and breaking anything they don't like with their axe.

King of Hearts

The husband of the Queen of Hearts. He wears a crown to cover his balding head, glasses and a red vest with thick white fur. Although he's the King of Wonderland he doesn't really have that much power, not with that maddening Queen in command. Most of the time he remains aloof, in hope to be safe by the Queen's tantrums.

Jabberwocky

The beast of madness, causing chaos to be spread in Wonderland by using the Queen of Hearts as a puppet, residing right on the top of the Tower. A dragon-like monster with teeth sharp like razors and chain-like whiskers, bringing anyone to the Jabberwocky's mercy by spiraling them into insanity to anyone who gets attached to them. He's ferocious and malicious, the only way to defeat him is to make a clean cut on the scar on his nape (hidden by the red scales on his head) while maintaining your mind lucid.

Sunflower

She's one of the flowers of a garden Peppino ventures in the same garden as the Caterpillar's, has a pretty singing voice although she's not noticed by the other flowers for how small she is. She mistakes Peppino's shiny armour for the sun and asks him if she can join the group too. Peppino accepts, both because it would've been rude to not accept an innocent flower's wish, but also because after all it was nice to have her around. She's not very important to the story nor strong enough to face the Queen of Hearts, she's the only member (aside the White King and Rabbit) who doesn't give a headache to Peppino and she's also a very gentle emotional supporter.

[backmuscles21]

Curls

Tonowari x Reader x Ronal

Summary: A short little fic about your mates finding out about your curly hair and Ronal braiding it in traditional Metkayina fashion. Thought of this while oiling my own hair.

You want to get your hair redone; you wanted a new style and you had some regrowth. Neytiri had just taken your braids out, she intended to rebraid it later. You wanted to wash your hair first, however, the kids wanted to go swimming and you thought it might be fun to join them.

You went into the fresh waters of the Metkayina reef, you swam around with the kids for hours. You swam with your mates’ kids and your brother’s kids; you had a good water fight and you saw so many pretty water creatures.

After some time, you got out with the kids, you were hungry and tired. You had washed your hair while out swimming, and Tsireya showed you an amazing flower to scrub your scalp with. You walked up to the mauris with Tsireya and Ao’nung, Tonowari was walking around with your new baby in his arms. Ronal had given birth a few months ago and was busy healing others in the tribe, Tonowari was on baby duty. When you saw him, you kissed him and took the baby from him, to give his arms a little break. You knew when Ronal got back, she’d want to hold her baby which you understood.

You rocked your body back and forth as you cooed at the baby, Tonowari smiled down at you as he kissed your head. Tsireya and Ao’nung went into the mauri as you and Tonowari stood outside. Tonowari thought you were an amazing mother, he loved watching you hold the baby, and he couldn’t wait till he got you pregnant. The difference in your body made him nervous but both Tonowari and Ronal wanted to see you pregnant although you were Omaticaya and they were Metkayina.

Ronal was walking back to her home and saw both of you standing there, she smiled to herself. At this point, your hair started to dry, your hair had started to curl slightly. Ronal walked over to you and saw the baby in your arms, she kissed both you and Tonowari and then the baby before she grabbed a lock of your hair. “You didn’t tell us your hair was curly,” she sounded aghast.

You looked down at your hair, “oh yeah, it’s from my human DNA. My hair was curly when I was human, it transferred over.”

“Normally Omaticaya don’t usually have any curl pattern in their hair. I am surprised. Why did you not tell me?”

“I didn’t think of it. My hair is usually always braided.”

“We have not been oiling it properly. It needs hydration. Come with me, we will oil it and rebraid it.”

Ronal took you into your shared mauri and sat you down, you still held the baby in your lap and Ronal picked up a leaf and lightly cracked it open. Inside was a thick gel-like substance that was known to be very hydrating. She took some in her hands and massaged your scalp then she took some more for your ends.

“This is amazing, I needed to get my hair hydrated. It’s been so frizzy. In the rainforest I used this tree sap, it wasn’t sticky it was like an oil and it did a good job.”

“Your hair is quite nice and soft and long too.”

Ronal started to brush your hair, ensuring it was all saturated before she started to braid the hair at the top of your head. She went tight to the scalp and back halfway and finished the braids off, she was doing a half up and half down style. She tied your braids up and the hair that stayed down was curling nicely, Ronal grabbed a different plant to put in the hair that stayed loose. She put that into your hair and it helped solidify your curls as they dried.

When she finished, Tonowari came back into the mauri and saw your finished hair. You stood up and Ronal took the baby from you as Tonowari had you spin around so he could see your hair. It was the classic Metkayina style and he loved you in his style, he loved you wearing Metkayina clothes and cooking Metkayina style and now even your hair was Metkayina style. It’s like he was staking his claim all over you without needing to actually mark you as his.

“You are very gorgeous yawne. If I had known I would’ve done your hair myself.”

“You couldn’t take that from Ronal.”

“Tsireya will want to put some pearls in your hair later. She will put more braids in it and make your hair so much better,” Ronal said to you as she played with some of your ringlets.

[alien-bluez]

raahhhh guh. another lineup, s2 kiddads. i love them so much they're rotating in my mind like a rotisserie chicken. god.

design notes for them under the cut if ur interested!

Grant

blue sweater bc blue is symbolic of titanic ep (something borrowed, something blue)

his tie color is the same color as Darryl's hat in my design

Wears Frank's watch that Darryl gave him, even if it's broken he doesn't take it off.

Green creeper socks because it's a Must. He wouldn't be Grant without them.

Sparrow

curly hair he got from mercedes' genes. he grew out his hair like lark

has a pink flower tucked in his hair like my henry's design

his jewelry and clothes are mostly borrowed from mercedes, he got really into crystals and other things like that growing up and got closer to his druid roots.

earrings are a feather and an oak leaf maybe i dunno i'll figure it out later lol

tattoos! there's supposed to be a bird outline there and other plant/nature related stuff on his arm. I'll draw it out better in the future mayhaps.

colors are brighter, more lifelike cuz he's closer to nature and all that jazz.

Lark

his hair has strands of white hair because of stress/trauma/Everything going on

hair is messier, unkempt because he cares less about appearances and doesn't have time anyways.

darker forest colors, less in tune with nature than sparrow.

his pants are the same color as my Henry's shorts :0) i needed a connection somewhere to his parents, and it just had to be henry.

Terry Jr.

purple shirt because his color is purple to me

fish motifs!! everywhere! i hc that when he and ron get closer bonding thru fishing they'd get each other fun fish printed shirts or something. This was Ron's gift to Terry. The colors of the fish are color picked from my Ron's design.

Fish tail tie and the shirt is also split like a fish tail maybe.

he's the tallest of the kiddads forever and always

Nicky

he wears glenn's sunglasses on his head

he grew out his hair long like morgan's because it's like the one thing he still really has of her. has her hair type and he takes very good care of his hair.

still has the ripped leather jacket from his time as nick and various patches of bands he likes (didn't want to draw them out yet.)

blue shirt because of his time as nicholas/reminder of jodie. blue holster belt and pants are also blue for jodie association

[outrageousfragarian]

CHARACTER DESIGN NOTES FROM THE 4GAMER INTERVIEW

🍎 HALLRITT - "I told them that I absolutely wanted to include the ribbon in the upper right corner, no matter how cute it turned out to be. It also includes the image of Kitty's blue overalls on his suspenders. The yellow ribbon on his boots is an image of Kitty's twin, Mimmy."

🎼MEROLD - "He was drawn together with Blue Bouquet's Kurode. My Melody wears a hood, as she was originally designed as a "Little Red Riding Hood". The slit on the side was inspired by the design of the slit under My Melody's neck."

🍀PURUTH - "Since Pompompurin is a golden retriever, one of many dog designs, the belt-like thing coming out of his waist has the image of a leash. The shoes on the left and right sides are different, reflecting Purin's hobby of collecting and hiding one shoe on each side."

🌹 ROMARRICHE - "The silhouette of Marroncream's puff sleeves is expressed by wearing a cape. The floral pattern and polka dots are also inspired by her. We have not yet shown the back view, but there is also a lot of attention to detail hidden in the cape."

🐟 RIMICHA - "Kirimi-chan was the first runner-up in the "Eating Character General Election," so we gave him a distinctive mouth. Also, the asymmetry of his hair expresses their (Kirimichan) original silhouette, which is voluminous on the right side. The fishnet stockings are an image of a grill…!"

🌺 SANAH - "Usahana is a character who values the colorful colors she gets from the sky and flowers, so we took advantage of that. Also, around the year 2000, when Usahana debuted, sticker exchanges were popular, so we also incorporated that image into the design."

☁ CIELOMORT - "While also expressing Cielomort's royal and mysterious image, we incorporated motifs from Cinnamoroll, such as "clouds," "sky," and "white puppy". Cinnamoroll is also characterized by his swirling tail, so we made Cielomort's hair curly as well."

👿 KURODE - "As far as the spiritual nature is concerned, the theme of "becoming who you want to be" is the basis of Kuromi's work, and it makes use of the visual sense of "The World Kuromification Project". In contrast to the fluffy cuteness of Merold, I imagined a darker cuteness."

✉️ WILLMESH - "Wish Me Mell is a postman's helper, so he is given a mail bag and a brooch with a sealing wax motif. The polka dot pattern on Wish Me Mell's palm is reproduced with a polka dot bandage."

💫 KLARKSTELLA - "Kiki and Lala are "dreamy and cute" and "starry-eyed," so we developed them from there and based the costume on the image of pajamas. The twin-leaf-like hair on the top of her head is also inspired by Kiki and Lala. Another point is that they are tall."

🌟 LOUTERSTELLA - "His basic image is just the same as Klarkstella's, but we were careful to not simply make them different colors. They both have a dreamy atmosphere, but not too cute, and I think they have beautiful designs with a mythological mystery."

🌾 MYUNNA - "The design of the "spirit of flour" is based on the "fragile cuteness" of Cogimyun, who looks as if he might be blown away and turned into powder. Also, the back of his dress is a silhouette of Cogimyun's pet shrimp, and the decorations on his shoes are also based on her signature."

🐊 BADOBARM - "Bad Badztamaru's mischievous boyish atmosphere has been reproduced as a life-size male figure. Also, the "Xs and Os" shape, which is often used by Bad Badztmaru himself, is used in many of the costume decorations. By the way, Badztmaru's pet crocodile is called "Pochi," while the crocodile-shaped fairy with Badobarm is "Tama.""

🐶 CHACO - "We tried to express Pochacco's silhouette and his skateboarding element with the image of a very active child. We were particular about the balance of colors so that it would not be monotone, so we gave the hair color a unique look so that it would not be similar to other children."

🐣 ARUPEK - "From Ahiru No Pekkle's treasured bucket, we gave him a water pistol as an element for water. The large feet are also reproduced in his shoes. The hunting cap has a bird-like silhouette. The "1989" on the patch is Pekkle's debut year!"

🐧 TUXAM - "Tuxedo Sam is a gentlemanly penguin boy who has studied abroad in England, so we kept his noble image in mind. His hat is a combination of the sailor hat Sam wears and the hat of Sherlock Holmes... Who is famous in England. On the stick is an ice cream cone that Sam often spills."

🐙 HANGYON - "We designed the bewitching element based on Hangyodon, a half-fish man born in China. The round eyes are represented by sunglasses, and the pink color of Hangyodon's lips is incorporated into the lenses and makeup. The fairy on his shoulder, "Lily," was inspired by Sayuri, an octopus who is a good friend of Hangyodon."

🐸 PIKERO - "Since his lord's real name is "Keroppi Hasunoue (Keroppi above a lotus)", we added a black pattern to the umbrella to make it look like a lotus leaf. Also, it is hard to tell, but his eyes are pink, which represents the color of Keroppi's cheeks. His overall image is not Chinese, but Vietnamese."

[ahhfear]

MY FINISHED ADOLIN COSPLAY FROM LAST YEAR!!

the leafy chain is to represent maya, in this picture it’s hard to see anyone but sureblood but i also had a galant charm and a sword maya charm. and of course my wedding ring.

these last two are mostly silly, i think it’s important you know w bought horse socks for this cosplay. and the last picture is of me proposing to a lovely shallan cosplayer with a ring pop. it was a very fun time

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[IDs copied in alt text: 5 photos, IDs in order from right to left, top to bottom.

first ID: a photo of a cosplayer dressed as Adolin, shown from the thighs up. The photo was taken in a park, with trees and dappled sunlight in the background. The cosplayer is slim with pale skin and their curly hair in black and gold stripes has been pulled back in a low ponytail with curly bangs hanging over their forehead. They wear a modified Kholin uniform in shades of blue. They wear a medium blue, puffy sleeved shirt with tight cuffs, a darker blue vest with gold detailing, and navy blue pants. The vest has been sewn and altered extensively. It has gold trim along the edges. There’s a vibrant panel in the centre of the front, attached with two rows of gold buttons, and the Kholin glyphpair is embroidered along the panel in gold. There is a gold chain attached to the bottom two buttons on the vest, lined with green leaf charms, and a chain on the right side has an iridescent white horse charm. They are wearing jewellery as befitting a prince - necklaces, pins, and a ring. One necklace is a gold chain with coin-shaped charms hanging from it, and the other necklace has a shiny pendant. The pins are attached to the vest, both gold, both over the heart. One is circular with a blue gem in the centre, and the other has a pointed flower shape with a white gem. They stand confidently, their left hand resting on the hilt of the sheathed sword on their belt. That hand wears a gold ring with a diamond in the centre. In a final touch they also wear dashing gold sword earrings.

second ID: a further zoomed out picture of the same adolin cosplayer in the same pose, this time with a more neutral expression. their whole body is in frame and the background is not blurred. their shoes are brown heeled boots the same color at the belt hilt for the sword. one foot is up on a small ledge

third ID: the same cosplayer, pose and framing as the first picture. the only difference being they have a huge grin on their face, as if they were just told a very funny joke.

fourth ID: a photo taken in a different place, indoors, pointed down at the ground, showing a pair of feet in light blue socks covered in horses and their legs, as well as a hand wearing a gold ring with a diamond in the middle.

Fifth ID: a photo back in the park. the adolin cosplayer is on one knee in front of a shallan cosplayer, who has red ginger hair, a green long sleeved dress white pants, dark brown boots, a white glove and a brown bag. they are both holding a green ring pop that the adolin cosplayer is holding up. they are both smiling at each other. the adolin cosplayer has a blue ribbon tying their ponytail and the chain with the white horse also has a gold sword and a black horse, but the black horse is unclear against their dark pants. End IDs]

thank you to @cosmereplay for helping write the first ID and edit the others.

[random-imagines-blog]

Dimmest Theatre {Captain Hook x Fairy!Reader One shot}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 4068 Summary: Sometimes, you can't trust a pirate, especially one who seems to be turning over a new leaf. Divider by: @sweetmelodygraphics

The inside of the ship was dark, with only dim light from the very few lanterns swinging from the ceiling lighting your way. As a fairy, you had the ability to glow, to have your own lighting as you walked through, but that too had been dimmed. The hands on your arms tightened, dirty fingers affecting your skin, as you were taken towards the brig. The grip was binding, causing you enough discomfort that you couldn’t revert to your normal smaller-sized body, and fly away, trying to get somewhere safe. Try to get away from here.

You were then thrown into the dirty, cold room in the bottom of the ship. It was also where the ships’ stores were, the meats and gruel that was served as every meal, kept down here to stay cool. Only the cook came down here every once in a while, so you would be completely isolated down here, with no one to talk to. No one to help set you free.

“Now, now,” Smee, Captain Hook’s right hand man said. “You did the crime, and you have to do the time!”

He held up one of the few clocks that Captain Hook had not destroyed. Any sound of ticking made the curly-haired pirate go into a rage, and he would shove his hook into any pocket watch, no matter how expensive or ornate. The time on the clock itself was wrong, but you weren’t going to tell Smee that. He treasured his hidden stash of clocks, a secret that few knew about. You moved towards the bars, your hands going around them, pleading quietly with Smee to let you out. But he shook his head and his finger at you before leaving, taking the light with him.

You sat down on the bench, feeling dejected. You couldn’t bring up enough shine to light up the place. There were no windows, so it was darker than night down here. You could barely make out your own hand in front of your face. There was nothing here, except for time, waiting for Hook to either come down and set you free, or decide that all of your work, all of the hours together, were worth absolutely nothing. This gave you a lot of time to reflect on just how you had gotten into this conversation.

As a fairy, you believed in balance. There had to be winter, in order for there to be summer. There had to be rain in order for there to be the beauty of flowers. There had to be darkness in order for there to be light.And also, because of that, there also had to be good in the evil. And it was this way of thinking that led you to be around Cap’n Hook for so long.

Your good-nature and your patience had been what made you the perfect one to try to convince Hook that fairies weren’t as bad as he thought that they were. He thought that they all worked for Pan. And though some did, it was not all. You didn’t work for anyone except for the council of the fairies. And to prove it, you were willing to help him out, and make him believe again, like he had when he had been a boy, so many years ago. An innocent boy. A good boy. Before life made him bitter, made him grow up, made him think of adult things. Made him jealous of those that didn’t have to think about those sorts of things. Those like Peter Pan.

It had taken you some time to win over Captain Hook. And it took time for you to get used to being in the larger body, the more human-sized body, rather than your usual petite frame. It was easier for him to take you seriously like this - though you hadn’t realized it was because it was easier for him to forget that you were a fairy. Your wings rolled up into your shirt, folding like leaves could, so apart from being a female, you looked like just about everyone on the boat. You swept the poop deck, you helped prepare meals, you helped with navigation, all in the hopes that Captain Hook would see you. See that you could be useful. And hopefully ... bring out the good that was in him with the good that was inside of you.

After some time, he began to listen. You would join him in the Captain’s Quarters - where no man save for Smee was allowed to go - and would tell him stories to help him to sleep. He suffered from nightmares about the crocodile. He’d try to hold his own hand and would whimper when he would find nothing there. You tried to restore balance for him in his mind - good dreams to balance out the nightmares. And eventually, he began to smile in his sleep.

You didn’t know that these good dreams were about killing Pan. About shoving his hook inside of his chest and pulling out his still beating heart. About shooting him with a cannonball bigger than his own head and knocking him out of the sky. All that you knew was that he was smiling. All that you knew was that these were considered good dreams.

He started to grow dependent on you, not that the stubborn Captain James Hook would ever admit to that. He sought you out when he got anxious, usually by the sound of one of Smee’s hidden clocks. Even seeing an oddly shaped log in the water would make him think of the crocodile and he would start to panic. He ordered you to be ever by his side and so you had become like his shadow, only even more attached than that was. Pesky shadows, they came off so easily.

And even that seemed to develop into something more. He started to show you another side of him, one that you had believed in despite never seeing it before.

He started to notice things, like that fairies didn’t eat meat, and so he would take your portion of whatever they had managed to scourge up for that night’s dinner, and would give over his own side of vegetables. Rabbit food, he called it. He acted as if it was something he was doing for himself and not for you, but you could see the slight smile that he had when you thanked him. He’d also make sure that there was fresh water for you, while the rest of the crew drank their ale.

To see someone start to transform from this angry, sour, bitter man into someone that was actually enjoyable to be around, it was a beautiful thing. And despite your nature, you started to fall in love with him. And the thing about fairies is, even when they are in their larger forms, they really are too small to contain more than one emotion, so love was all that you felt for Captain Hook, not wariness, not caution, just love.

You seemed to glow more around him, and it was becoming obvious to everyone, not just him. The fairy power seemed to explode out of you whenever you were feeling happy, the dust wafting off of you as easily as breath from out of your mouth. It could have been dangerous, if they had a lot of good thoughts, but the pirates hardly did.

The night that you first kissed Hook, you flew. You couldn’t help yourself, it felt as if there was an air bubble expanding, expanding, expanding inside of your chest, making you float when your lips touched. Your dust got sprinkled onto Captain Hook and he went about a half foot in the air himself, not realizing it until he touched ground once more. His own happy thoughts about you, about what had happened, had made him fly and you were feeling .... ecstatic and lovestruck.

But everything changed the morning that Peter Pan came back. Everything.

The thaw had come on fast, the ice melting at exceedingly high rates, which meant that spring was coming faster, and Peter Pan was back in Neverland. Where he had been, you didn’t know, and it wasn’t any of your business to know. Things had been, admittedly, more peaceful without him around. But now that Hook knew that he was back, he seemed to turn back into the bitter, angry man that you had met months ago.

You were next to him, pleading for him not to load up Long Tom, the affectionate name given to the cannon. Your whole countenance showed your worry, your glow had disappeared. You were tugging on his arm, trying to tell him to give up on this useless hunt. Peter Pan was just a boy, and so he would always do boyish things. But this had become far too personal for James to let go.

He watched with glee as a cannonball went up towards the sky, breaking through a cloud. Your fingers were in your ears as the blast was too loud for you, looking up with concern. It looked as if there were boys hanging off of the cloud. Lost boys, you figured. Innocent ones, caught up in this mess. “James, they’re just children, they don’t know any better!" You said, holding onto the arm of his rich black sleeve.

And then things went from bad to worse. Peter Pan started to have fun.

He was flying around the ship, and the cannon was swinging every which way to try to get at him. Long Tom shot down one of your own masts, causing a roar through the ship.

You hit the deck, putting your hands over your head to try to avoid getting injured. Chaos was erupting on deck, the laughter of the flying boy providing a soundtrack.

A dead man fell onto the ground, Hook having gutted him for telling him that Peter Pan had flown away. You slowly got back onto your feet and went to Hook again, trying to get his attention. “Search the jungle! Bring me those children!” He was barking.

“James,” You said, tugging on his sleeve again. He just threw you off for now, and you slowly stepped backwards. His mood was not going to change anytime soon. All that you could do was try to repair the mast and hope that by some miracle, he would return feeling happier, without having some poor innocent children in tow.

Unfortunately, that was not to be the case. He had come back with three children, including Princess Tiger Lily. You tried, in vain, to convince him to let them go but of course he would not. They would be a lure for Peter Pan. And they would all be killed together. That’s exactly what his plan was, and as he boasted about it to you, his voice still filled with vile anger that filled him like smoke in his lungs, your heart was breaking. You were diminishing even further, seeing that any effect that you had on this man was only temporary. That he was still the evil-spirited man that was determined to kill children. Even if they couldn’t ever grow up, that’s what they still were. You retreated from him, going back down to the kitchens to sit by the fire and think about what you had done wrong. And how you were going to return to your hollow with the bad news that you had failed.

When the crew came to find you, it was not to apologize. It was not to bring you to Hook for him to apologize in public either. Nor was it to thank you for fixing the ship with your bit of magic and helping them all out. No. It was to grab you roughly by the hands and to bring you down to the brig, where you were sitting now, by yourself. They were accusing you of letting the boys go. Someone had come along and had cut through their bindings, as evidenced by the frayed ropes that were found. As the only person on the boat who had suggested that the Captain let them go, let all of this go, you were the initial suspect. Hook couldn’t even do it himself. According to Smee, he couldn’t even look at you.

It was the truth. When Captain James Hook came down into the brig, carrying a lantern, he didn’t look at you, just told you the list of charges, which was helping two boys escape, helping Peter Pan apparently escape, and letting Princess Tiger Lily escape.

“I didn’t,” You told him. “I swear! I just helped with the mast, I didn’t let anyone free!”

His hook tapped against the metal bars that you were behind. It let out a sharp noise, one that made you wince. He reached through and was able to grab your clothing with the hook, pulling you in closer to him. He still did not look at you, his eyes somewhere behind you. Looking into the darkness.

“I don’t believe in fairies.”

Though he said this quietly, it was said with so much menace. You could taste it, like a poison in your mouth. Like a pain in your stomach. He walked away, leaving you in the dark once more, and you fell upon your knees, clutching your abdomen, as the pain started to take over. You could feel your happiness, your light, your life starting to leave you as you crumpled up on the floor. But even more importantly, you could feel your heart leaving you too.

You didn’t feel much of anything anymore. Nothing except for the pain of his words. He knew what saying them meant. Every time those words were mentioned, a fairy would die. You weren’t even sure how you were alive right then and there, considering that, but maybe - maybe he was lying? He had to believe in fairies, he had once believed in you. Yes - he had once believed in you very much.

The pain had just become so common now, it was unending, you couldn’t remember anything but. Moving was useless, your body lethargic, unable to move even one finger let alone your entire body to try to get out of the room, or try to call for help.

The worst part seemed to be the moments of clarity, because all that you could think about was the crime that you had been accused of. You did not let those boys, and that princess, go. You know that you didn’t, but your mind kept going over it again and again - did you somehow do something inadvertently that made you deserve this?

The days went on, as days typically did, for time didn’t stop for anyone. You could feel the changes - the day and the night, going around and around, despite not seeing the sun or the stars. You were near death, ready to greet it.

But then the door above opened. The sound of two feet descending down the rickety stairs. And finally, a dull orange glow from a lantern that was running low on oil. The first time that someone has visited you in days, perhaps even a week.

Your name was spoken, in that rich, thick accent that used to make your back shiver with delight. Now it was more of a shudder of fear, and revulsion. Because even if you had let the boys and Tiger Lily go, you knew in your heart that there was no balance here. You did not deserve the words that James Hook had said to you. You did not deserve his disbelief.

You didn’t move, not that you would have if you could have, as the lantern grew closer. It highlighted the Captain’s long, dark curls, which looked frizzier and messier than usual. His face was still tinged red from anger of some sort. Things have not been going well for him, obviously, but you were not cruel enough to find joy in that.

He said your name again, as if he were expecting you to do something, to say something, but he had taken everything from you, you had nothing left to give - not a movement, not a response, nothing at all. It took all of your effort, all of your energy, to breathe. And there have been times in the last couple of days when you thought about not doing that anymore. James Hook swore under his breath, something that would have gotten him a stern talking to by you, had you been more yourself. And then, hesitantly, as if it would fix everything, he muttered under his breath - “I do believe in fairies.”

There was a tentative pause after that as he looked down at you. When nothing seemed to happen, he got the keys out of the pocket of his velvet coat and unlocked the cell door, stepping inside. The lantern bobbed over your colourless frame, your eyes blinking against it, the sudden appearance of light so close causing you to have an instant migraine to go with the rest of the pain.

His boot lightly kicked at your leg, moving it over slightly. And then once more. “I do believe in fairies,” He repeated, but made it sound as if it were a chore to do so. You closed your eyes tight, anticipating that something would happen, some sort of magic to flow through your veins and bring you back to full life again - but it was to no avail. Nothing happened. You remained in this state of limbo, feeling dead and alive at the same time, but finding a home in neither. He called your name out again, and put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you onto your back. “Oh, stop being so dramatic,” His voice rang out, dully. “I have come with good news. I know you didn’t free those boys.”

You were able to turn your head just a little bit towards him. He was bending down to look at you, his curls nearly tickling your face. They hung just over you, close enough to touch if you could only raise your hand a little bit.

“I said I know it wasn’t you,” He repeated. “So get up. Quit this nonsense. I need your up top.”

You blinked at him, sleepily. He growled, actually growled, grabbing hold of your arm and picked you up, bringing you onto your feet before you were ready, so you ended up slumping against him. His arm went around your waist, in a way that used to be possessive, loving, wanting to show you off, but not anymore. This time it was rough, his hook digging against your skin, not quite penetrating it but close. He was grumbling to himself as he brought you up onto the desk, for the entire crew to look at you. “As we rehearsed!” He called out.

The crew that typically wore hats upon their heads took them off, and held them to their chests. You’ve never seen this before, so it made you curious. Made you fight against the lethargy to watch to see what was coming next.

“We do believe in fairies,” The crew started to say. They attempted to do so in unison, but they missed the mark, some coming in later than others, some earlier. Hook, with his good hand, hit at the pirate beside him, trying to get him in on the right timing. He had a musical talent, and was trying to get them to sing it. It would have been a cute gesture, perhaps. If he hadn’t been the one to almost kill you in the first place. He was waving his finger around like a conductor’s baton.

“We do believe in fairies! We do believe in fairies! We do believe in fairies!”

Tenors, baritones and bass, along with some that weren’t on the usual musical spectrum, rang out. And as all of their attention was on you, you could feel the strength of their words. Like they meant it. And you began to feel yourself starting to grow lighter than air. Your colour was coming back. Your glow. You could feel your wings spreading behind you, and your cheeks starting to turn the flush colour of life that they usually had. You started to float, to hover as life was restored back into you by these men, this crew, and by your Captain. By your lover.

The chants, the song, died down as the men watched you basically come back from the dead. Smee smiled widely and clapped his hands, and even Captain Hook had the slight look of someone who just did a very good job. Taking credit, of course.

You turned towards the Captain, a questioning look on your face. Now that you were set free, you wanted to know who had been the one to do the crime that you had been punished for. Captain Hook’s smile did fade slightly, as he told you the answer. “That little fairy of Pan’s,” He said. “Snuck onto our very ship! I plucked out the eyes of the pirates on guard who let this happen, and I would do it again in an instant!”

You crossed your arms in front of you, rolled your eyes. That should have been obvious from the start! You could have figured that out within two seconds! Peter Pan always had that little fairy beside her, and you knew Tinkerbelle - she was a mischievous one. She was exactly the type and as you stared over at the Captain, you were basically telling him, without words, that he should have known this as well. He looked a little uncomfortable, shuffling slightly, using a thumb to get some blood or rust off of his hook.

No apologies. No sort of, I’m sorry. I should have known better. It made you feel foolish because now you were the one who should have known better. James made no mistakes in his mind, and he felt justified in locking you up, as if you were nothing but a common member of the crew, not someone that he genuinely cherished.

You  didn’t know if you were going to survive this, but you had. And now you had a choice to make - one that you had been thinking about while laying there, accused of a crime that you didn’t commit, feeling your essence being taken from you. You knew exactly what you were going to do.

You shrunk down. No longer did you stretch out your body to try to fit in with the rest of the crew, or to make yourself more ‘helpful’. No longer would you try to be what he wanted you to be - his true colours had been revealed, and they were not the pretty kind. They were puke yellow and blood red and dirty grey. You, once again, became a small beacon of light, who had been away from home for far too long.

“Stop!” Hook commanded as you started to rise into the air, ready to make your escape. And despite your resolution, you faltered. Because a part of you had loved this man, before he attempted to kill you. A part of you did long for the nights of laying in bed together, discussing this and that, gossiping about the crew. You paused, hovering in the air. Hook approached, his footsteps loud on the wooden deck. “If I were to say something apologetic,” He asked in a low tone, “Would it change your mind?”

You brightened up a little more - if only because an apology would have been nice. But no, it wouldn’t change anything. You continued to hover close to him, putting your hand behind your ear, miming that you were listening. The Pirate Captain adjusted himself a little, pulling his coat down slightly.

“Then you should never have trusted a dastardly pirate,” He said, spinning the tip of his moustache between his fingers. Your usually bright and cheerful glow turned red with anger, as you flew up to him, kicked the tip of his nose, knocked off of his hat, and went flying back to Pixie Hollow. He might have brought you back to life with his belief, and his choir of pirate crew, but you didn’t owe him anything. Not your life, not your love, not your loyalty.

Perhaps you’d send over the Tick-Tock Croc to pay him a visit.

[behidethetrees]

LOVE IS ONLY A FEELING.

IN WHICH… You have a bittersweet reunion.

Pairing: Coriolanus snow x Fem! reader

Content: Ooc! Coryo (he's not evil), Covey! reader, They're definitely a situationship, Possessive! Coriolanus, 1.3k words. Requests

You were greeted with Loud clapping and cheering once you finished your original song at the nightclub. It wasn't often that people would stop dancing to take in someone's beautiful words, But everyone did for you. You thanked everyone and stepped down from the stage to get some water when suddenly a brunette boy walked over to you and asked for a dance. Of course, you agreed.

It had been months since you’d seen Coriolanus snow. He had gotten in a fight with your ex, As he was swinging, he accidentally hit one of the covey members with his backhand. You yelled at Coriolanus so much you were surprised your vocal cords were still intact. He never apologized. He never came back after you kicked him out. He had left you for months with bitterness and anger, But you couldn't hold onto that forever. You were done with Coriolanus snow.

The brunette boy was slightly taller than you and he danced well enough. Though His hands were sweaty and he messed up his foot placement every now and then. As you danced with him, Your long white skirt swaying, A drop of temperature in the room occurred, You knew right away that only one man could make a room feel cold. Coriolanus snow. The man that you were so hopelessly in love with but hated every inch of, Stood in the back of the room with a clenched jaw and eyes that could pierce anyone. All you could do was roll your own pair and abandon the boy you didn't even know the name of. 

The covey band was singing one of your songs And Coriolanus immediately recognized it. It was the one you sang to him the first time you showed him the big wildflower field one summer night. He had thought back to when you held each other under that green and yellow leaf tree. When he finally found you on the side of the stairs leading to the stage, Coriolanus swept you off your feet, Like he always did.

His strong arm gripped your waist tightly but he held your hand gently. You were close enough to smell him, he smelt just like roses. You had started to notice actually how nice he looked. He wore a black suit with a red shirt under and his curly outgrown hair was combed back. Was he dressed up for someone else, Or you?

You looked up at him Through your curled lashes, Your eyes were pure, as snow he thought. His upper lip slightly lifted into a small smirk. As the covey band continued, Coriolanus began to move your body with his slowly. Coriolanus liked you better like this. When you were hidden away in his hold, When you struggled to hate his touch, When he knows he's got you.

“Did you miss me sweetheart?” Coriolanus says with that sickly sweet smile. His tone was arrogant like he had no doubts.

“Not one bit.” You gripe back at him. You had missed him. Sitting by the lake only you two knew as you sang and he’d listen, Late night walks while his muscular arms kept you safe from any harm, The feeling of his hands. How rough and slim they were, You’d wonder who else's blood had fallen on them.

“Well, that's a shame because I missed you.” Coriolanus wasn't lying. He missed a certain girl waltzing around with long dresses and feathers in her hair, Those love songs she’d sing to him as she traced flowers in Coriolanus’s palm with her little finger, the security and comfort her aura provided him. 

“Then why didn't you come back?” You ask him. You can tell that hit a nerve by the way he swung you to the right harshly, then returned to slowly swaying side by side. Coriolanus didn't have a reason nor an excuse. He, who was so defensive, never apologized for anything. He just sighed.

“I waited for you Coriolanus.” You couldn't help the tears starting to form in your eyes. Every night you left your window open and a key under the mat. Waiting, listening, Hoping he would come back. Something about you calling him ‘Coriolanus’ disappointed him to his core. He felt his girl slipping from his grasp. He felt the only thing that had ever belonged to him was disappearing. 

It wasn't just your kindness and easily persuaded mind that Coriolanus liked. It was the way your big, curious eyes looked at his unforgiving blue ones like he was more than a poor capitol boy trying to carry on his family name. Like he had the chance to be someone to somebody.

He slowly stopped the movement of your bodies. “Look at me.”  Coriolanus was now gently cupping the sides of your jaw with both hands, Forcing you to look at him. You searched for something in him. The guilt in his eyebrows, the reassurance in his eyes, and the slight resentment he had towards you in his lips.

“I'm here now. And I'm so, so sorry I hurt you. I will make this right, you just have to let me, please.” Coriolanus Begged. You had Coriolanus Snow, One of the most intimidating boys in the capitol, Begging for a way back into your life. His forehead touched yours while he delicately wiped away your tears with his thumb.

His big arms eventually hugged your waist. He buried his head into your shoulder, taking in the scent of you that he was addicted to. You felt so close to Coriolanus, so vulnerable. You placed your arms around his neck. The warmth of your bodies rose, That feeling you both had been chasing since that night.

A few minutes went by as the covey continued to play. You felt the rise and fall of Coriolanus’s chest, His steady heartbeat thumping against his insides. Coriolanus picked his head up to say something. Coriolanus thought for a minute, His lips drawing together. No, he couldn't say that. he couldn’t tell her why he didn’t want to love her. That she’d be the only thing above him, the only weakness people could dangle over his head. That she would have the power Coriolanus so desperately wanted. But if he told her, He’d have to live with that for the rest of his life. The guilt would hurt him no matter how hard he would try not to feel. The regret would build up in his stomach but Worst of all, his jealousy would seethe through his veins and kill him.

The cold sensation of his hands on your jaw and neck swirled into your skin and down to your heart. He took a moment to look across all your features before he put his lip onto yours. It was passionate and long. He never pulled away because he wanted this so bad. he wanted you so bad. to have all of you to himself. his hands gripped tighter on you. His lips pressed harder onto yours. He hated that others were around while you shared this intimate moment. He hated that others were around you.

Coriolanus’s thoughts started wandering into the darkest parts of his brain. He kept his composure. He didn't want to scare you away with his mind because he didn't think he'd survive if he lost you again.

After you pulled away, he gave you a quick smile and guided your head back to his chest as he wrapped himself around you again. His chin rested on top of your soft hair. The lights glistened as you closed your eyes, Listening to a mix of the covey and his heartbeat. Sweet moments of Coriolanus kissing your hair and whispering sweet words blurred together. Coriolanus’s presence sent you in a state of euphoria.

Coriolanus knew it wasn’t over. He knew you, better than you knew yourself. You’d always come back to him and he’d do the same. You were his. This was a never ending story of you two. Coriolanus smiled. He got his girl back.

A/N: srry ive been gone writers block sucks. Anyways hope u enjoyed :3

Requests

[targetf0rce]

Mouthwashing as WarriorCats for some reason, i love mouthclan, washclan, spaceclan, whateverclan

Curly: His first name was LittleCurl (iykyk) because of being born a runt and his fur, he then changed his name to burnhaze due to the colour of his fur and his sight, and when he became the leader his name was changed to burnstar, which is a reference to his fate in the game and also the scene of him in space burning up in the stars.

Jimmy: Burnstar's deputy, his name references his manipulation but how distorted his perspective and narrative is over the game's story. His fur would be quite long and mattered, he's always dishevelled and a bit scruffy with blood on his claws.

Anya: Anya's name I wasn't the most sure about, nor am i fully sure on it, but she would be the colony's medicine cat, the leaf part reflects that as it is a common suffix for medicine cats. i may change her name to nightleaf or duskleaf or something similar.

Swansea: Swansea funnily was the reason why i drew the group as warrior cats as his name is a valid. I wanted to keep the swan part as that is an important reference in the game due to swans mercy killing their young. I thought that heart would be a good addition so his name isn't just the exact same, because despite being a grumpy old warrior, he still is a softie deep down and genuinely cares about the others. minus jimmy.

Daisuke: Daisuke I wasn't the most sure of, i wanted him to be flower themed due to all the hibiscus imagery that is associated with him, however I can see him being named wild as a kit over his nature and his chaos and bright energy in the game. he is swanheart's apprentice, because of course. I'm not fully sure on his name.

the names may change but these are what i have for now

[maythedreadwolftakeyou]

Veilguard Ecology Part 1

I have decided to channel the ways I am insane by cataloguing the plants, animals, rocks, geography, and what have you we see in Dragon Age, starting with Veilguard. I am starting this with the acknowledgement that all of these things largely exist just as "assets" and "textures" placed around the landscape to the devs rather than thought out inclusions (unlike some of the specific diversity of ecoregions & their contents we see in DAI), so I'm making it my problem instead.

who is this for? me. it is not going to be interesting to most other people beyond a vague "i didn't know that was something you could look at" or a "i like to read about other peoples weird hobbies" thing for everyone else probably. anyway

PROLOGUE PART 1: Minrathous

jumping into the game and what do we have here. two beloved companions we've known for years? no. ignore them. time for grass.

I'm going to use the fieldwork unknown ID naming conventions for plants that aren't referred to by species/common name in these games, though I will speculate as to what they're based on via imported textures. So this will be Grass1. You can see both yellow and green tissue, implying it's either a perennial or an annual that grows multiple rounds in a single season. My bet is perennial. The stems and leaves are both upright and rigid, the leaves angling sharply upward from the stems. This game is nowhere near detailed enough to see ligules, auricles, or trichomes (AND SHOULDNT. to be clear. i can't even imagine how hot my computer would be running) which are like my #1 way to ID grass family in absense of seed head (which these also don't appear to have) so not gonna bother guessing taxonomy. Although visually the shape reminds me of a Muhlenbergia perhaps. note if you google any of the plants i mention you'll only see highly watered versions which are Not how most grasses look in their native wild habitat, where they are much more resource limited, so keep that in mind.

And now on the other side of this little platform we have Grass2. Taller than Grass1, appears to be entirely senesced (gone dormant / all brown above ground / roots probably still alive--if aboveground tissue is yellow rather than grey you generally assume the plant isn't dead just not photosynthetically active). we have what MIGHT be now bare seedheads but no seeds left on them. the dry leaves tend to be more curly than rigid although the overall habit is still fairly upright and tall. This is too tall to be a Boutaloua or Hilaria jamseii but not spiky enough to be Hilaria rigida (although that one might be another contender for Grass1 now that i think about it), and the leaves are flat rather than rolled like an Achnatherum. probably its based on something outside my wheelhouse of dryland or great basin grasses so if i narrow it down better I'll come back to it later.

In this section we also see a pile of dead weeds all grouped together, in a few spots. however the lighting here is shit and i remember seeing these somewhere brighter later so I'm skipping them for now.

Here we have Shrub1. Look at that! finally something green in Minrathous (YES i know there is 1 single green herbacious something or other in the grass/weeds pile in the last spot but again it's in a group asset so we're saving it for somewhere with better lighting. also it just looked so sad there on its own). anyway this is an upright shrub with redish stems and some sort of dark berry in clusters. I'm guessing this is based on some ornamental which aren't my wheelhouse, but the leaves are opposite branching, leaf margins smooth and entire (though some are browning at the tips which is a nice visual detail), and the fruits form in small groups but not large enough cluters that would indicate an umbel type flower. I have NO proof to back this up but when i look at it i feel like it's vibe is evergreen rather than deciduous. maybe because the light on the leaves makes them seem waxy... however this is not a plant you are meant to look at up close as it's entirely flat textures layered together so i'm concluding analysis there until i pull up an ornamental shrubs list and figure out which one it's been scanned off.

ENOUGH WITH THE PLANTS, LETS TALK ROCKS: Solas' Hideout Cave

Ok there are some more senesced and dead grass/weed textures here too that aren't exact copies of above. but the lighting is even more abysmal so i'll skip for now and come back if i don't run into them elsewhere in the game i guess. also i'll be honest i can see an aspen leaf in the pile and there's NOT aspen trees here so it will just annoy me to put them in this section rather than Arlathan which is up next. let's look at the cliff instead.

Here we have some sort of chunky weathered yet clearly very stratified rock. you can see all those narrow horizontal lines that indicate this is a sedimentary rock, so at one time Minrathous was a depositional environment, which i'm not getting into right now but am making a note for my now 10-year-old tectonic plates map of Thedas. We're right on the sea without much beach and the rocks look more chunky than crumbly, as well as this darker grey color, so i'm leaning sandstone/siltstone rather than something softer like limestone. maybe some shale but Minrathous has been built so large I can't imagine the region is predominately shale or it'd be way more structurally unsound after all these centuries.

Now when I first played Veilguard this was one of the first places i stopped and went "ohhh, nice" while looking around because I do think they did a fantastic job with the ground surface textures. we have a sort of sandy patch on top of a rock base which makes sense for an area people are walking in/out from but the edges are clearer, which if they're being slapped by waves now and then would indeed drive the sediment either in or out. We have different grain sizes for the sand and gravel as well as different colors. The ground-rock is kind of way lighter in color than the walls-rocks but i am attributing this to the needs of seeing your character when running around vs stratigraphy change. anyway this is just chatter the funny part is actually when you go inside the cave

aaaand now we're leaving realistic critique behind and are entirely within the realm of game design. But i do want to point it out because i think this is one of those things that, unless you spend a lot of time thinking about geology/geography, you wouldn't ever consider. I've even bothered to adjust the lighting in these screenshots (why are games all so DARK) so you can see what I'm talking about.

Here in the hideout we first see on the floor some cobblestone/brick on the floor, partly obscured by sediment, and leading right up to and implied underneath the rest of the stone wall. In the second screenshot you can see the remains of elven brickwork in the wall and archways leading further in, both in various stages of crumbling. whats wrong with this? Well, the rock is growing on top of them. Which is not how rock works--rock can distort, warp, crush, etc buildings housed inside it but it does not grow over things the way plants do. Yes, even if ancient Elvhen empire was 10,000 years old, sedimentary rock cliffs need millions of years to form, not thousands, and if they WERE forming new rock it would happen in even layers from the bottom up, not growing over the wall like a parasite (I would allow for stalactite growth too but that's not what we are seeing in this cave).

What has happened here is: environment designer made an uneven wall, then took a brick wall asset, and sank it halfway into that wall so the rock shows through. This is WAY faster than designing a brick wall that is falling apart and showing rock from behind the places it's crumbled away. I don't blame them for doing this, it would be very silly to put that much extra work in for something only me and probably 4 other people will ever notice. but! perhaps now you will notice it too the next time you play a cave or underground section of a game and go "heehoo the fantasy Rock That Can Grow Over Things" the way I do.

That's all for this section--up next will be the Arlathan Forest part of the prologue, eventually.

[readnburied]

13 Moons Reading Challenge 2024 — Announcement

So it’s finally time for the announcement of the 13 Moons reading challenge for 2024. Another year, another list of prompts that will make your reading journey exciting. This reading challenge is created by me for the entire reading community. So if you love reading or are looking for a reading challenge to try for the upcoming year, then here is one for you. 

Rules & Levels

The rules for this reading challenge are simple. First of all, this is just for fun so no need to feel pressured into doing anything or reading anything you don’t want to. You can also be flexible with the prompts if you choose to do so. The challenge will run from January 1st, 2024 and till December 31st, 2024.

There are a total of 104 reading prompts divided into 13 categories. There is a list of levels given and you can choose which level you wish to participate in based on your preference. The levels you can participate in are as follows:

Penumbral Lunar Eclipse: 13 books — fulfill one prompt from each category 

Partial Lunar Eclipse: 26 books — fulfill at least one prompt from each category

Central Lunar Eclipse: 52 books — fulfill at least one prompt from each category

Total Lunar Eclipse: 104 books — fulfill all the prompts

The reading challenge is given below. I am trying to create a graphic for it, and if I succeed I’ll edit this post and attach the graphic later, but for now I will write it all down here in case you wish to participate and plan your TBR. So without further ado, here is the 13 Moons reading challenge 2024. 

13 Moons Reading Challenge 2024 

Wolf Moon

A Stand Alone novel

A furry creature on the cover

Hair on the cover

The words Straight, Waves or Curly in the title

Hair color in the title

A book about found family

A book about adoption

A book with a hierarchy

Snow Moon

The word White in the title

Blanket on the cover

Read a book while drinking a hot beverage

Read a book while burning a candle

Hat/Cap on the cover

A book about mountains

A book about a fresh start or a new beginning

A book with necromancy themes

Worm Moon

Read a book in a series with more than 5 books

A book about rebirth or reincarnation

A cozy book

Book about insects 

Continue a series

A book that gives you the creeps

A book you’re not sure about

A book you’re thinking of unhauling 

Pink Moon

A book with a princess

Book about women empowerment

A pink object on the cover

Book recommended by a celebrity 

Book that tickles you pink

A coming of age book

A celebrity memoir

Start a book on a new moon

Flower Moon

Book by a BIPOC author

Book about friendship

A book club pick

Book with an animated cover

Book with a character named after a flower

A speculative fiction

A book set in spring

Read a book at any time of the day 

Strawberry Moon

Read a book from your backlist

Read a book with Bubbles on the cover

A book with less than 400 pages

Book you see trending on social media

Read a book from an author which is new to you

A debut novel

Book with the word Leaf in the title 

Book about swimming 

Buck Moon

A book that has multiple editions

A Paperback

A book recommended by a friend

A biography

A book you’re seeing everywhere 

A 2024 release

A 5 star prediction 

Book with a Man on the cover 

Sturgeon Moon

Book with a map

Book that people have been forcing you to read

Book with a title that starts with the first letter of your name

Book you hauled recently

Book with a Tree on the cover

Book with the word Can’t in the title

Book with a dark cover 

A novella

Harvest Moon

An anthology

A book you had to read for an assignment

A book with a movie adaptation

Book you’d recommend to somebody else

A book chosen by somebody else

Book with a Fish on the cover

A fruit in the title

Book about a celebration 

Hunter’s Moon

Book about food

Book set in Europe

Book with an Umbrella on the cover

Book about a topic you’re curious about

An award winning book 

Read the 7th book on your shelf

Book with Buildings on the cover 

book divided into parts 

Beaver Moon

Book about a psychological phenomenon 

Book with the word Five in the title 

Book with a Street on the cover

Start a book in the evening

A book about a specific country 

A book from your monthly TBR

Book with a cover you don’t like 

Book about a single parent 

Cold Moon

Book set in the medieval times

Book with a Spider on the cover

Read a book while wearing a pair of socks

A memoir

Book about a historical event

Book with a character’s name in the title

Book you think you will love

Book from a Goodreads shelf

Blue Moon

Book with a unique format

Read a classic

Book with 3 or more people on the cover

Book recommended by your favorite social media influencer

Book with a dramatic title

Book with a Dagger in the story

Book set in high school

Book about a spy

And there you have it. This is the 13 Moons reading challenge 2024 for you all. Let me know if you like it. If you wish to participate I’d love it if you can comment below to tell me you’re participating in the challenge. If you don’t want to comment, that’s fine as well. As long as you enjoy doing the challenge, I’m happy. 

Happy Reading!!

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Here's a brief description of everyone in the academy loop with Alma peregrine when she was a teen. This is how I imagine they look in my Academy fic.

Esmerelda Avocet 

Bird: pied Avocet

Age: late 40’s 

Nicknames:  Esme (most of the Ymbrynes who are older than her and Miss Bunting.) 

Nationality:  English, French 

 Eye color:  smooth vanilla toffee brown with gold flecks. 

Hair color: silvering black (earning her gray hair from jack) 

Hair type: wavy

Hair length:   mid back 

Build: bigger boned but lean. Agile 

Body shape:  hourglass figure. 

Weight: 138.5 pounds. 

Height:   5’7 

Skin color: ivory 

Distinguishing marks: none

Glasses:  yes. gold framed ones that have been fixed in the center twice. 

Scars:  has a bad shoulder scar that not even Miss Bunting knows where she got it. She won't tell anyone. 

Common colors worn:  black, gray, white, dusty rose occasionally. 

Daily outfit: shift, a stay (prefers this to a corset) petticoat underlayer, a black simple skirt with a white  lacy collared slightly puffed long sleeve shirt. Or a dusty pink wrap dress on Sundays. Black  boots with grey stockings,  and a  black cloak when she leaves the loop. Prefers simple clothing. Has a ring on a chain and wears it as a necklace under her clothing. No one knows where she got it or what it's for, not even miss bunting.

Amelia Bunting 

Bird: painted bunting

Age: mid 40’s 

Nicknames:  Lia (miss Avocet) 

Nationality: African American 

 Eye color: spring leaf green 

Hair color: shiny black

Hair type: kinky curls 

Hair length:  when braided would be about mid back. 

Build:  feisty string bean.

Body shape:  rectangle. 

Weight: 112.4 pounds 

Height:   5’3

Skin color: warm brown 

Distinguishing marks:  none

Glasses:  none 

Scars:  has an odd twisted scar on her ankle from walking into a tripwire/ fishing line as a teenager. Few scars from fights with townspeople.

Common colors worn: green, brown, white, mostly brighter colors.

Daily outfit: shift, a stay, petticoat underlayer,  light green and white blouse, a long light green skirt that has flowers of all different sizes embroidered on it. When teaching embroidery and sewing she has each girl embroider a flower onto her skirt as a test, and so her skirt is covered in them from each girl who came and gone through training. Brown boots but prefers going barefoot. Yellow stockings. Her hair in a bun with a green flower  pin 

Other: 

Roisin Gannet

Bird: Northern Gannet

Age: 17 years old. 

Nationality:  Irish 

Eye color: Pale cornflower blue 

Hair color: red 

Hair type: very kinky curly 

Hair length:  to her butt. 

Build: strong build. Very muscular 

Body shape:  hourglass figure 

Weight: 210 pounds 

Height: 6’4

Skin color: very pale white. 

Distinguishing marks:  Freckles, all over her body. Stretch marks.

Glasses: occasionally has used them after long sessions diving (gannets dive head first at ridiculous speeds, trauma to your eyes is snazzy) 

Scars:  has quite a few scars from her brawls, most under her clothing 

Common colors worn: green, blue, browns, greys and creams

Daily outfit: cream colored blue with either a dark green or pale blue skirt.  Corset and shift, Stockings  Black lace up boots and a clover brass pin for her hair to be pulled back.

Other:  has a  baby face, despises it. On the heavier side. 

Enid Finch 

Bird: American Goldfinch

Age: 17 

Nicknames: honeybun (her aunt) 

Nationality: American, English 

 Eye color:  moonlight blue 

Hair color:  light honey blonde. 

Hair type: slightly wavy 

Hair length:  mid back

Build: proportionate build, shaped like a agile dancer. 

Body shape:  triangle 

Weight: 140 pounds 

Height:  5’7

Skin color:   porcelain white skin. 

Distinguishing marks:  stretch marks on only her right thigh, that's it. 

Glasses:  none. 

Scars:  has scars from falling out of trees as a child. 

Common colors worn:  dark red, dark blue, dark green tan dark burgundy 

Daily outfit:  shift, corset and petticoat layer white long sleeve shirt with  red rose accents on the cuffed sleeves.  (Her aunt taught her how to embroider the roses.   Dark red skirt  with black boots with a slightly larger heel than usual for stability. A necklace with a rose on it (family last name is Rosee) from her aunt that also has her father and mothers wedding rings on them. Also had a metal hairpin to put her up into an upsweep

Other:  her aunt is very picky about buttons and looking clean, Enid carries the same  ideas. Her aunt wouldn't let her makeup, but occasionally wore  red lipstick, but stopped once Jack started rumors she was hooking up with random men in town. 

Myron Bentham 

Age:16.5 

Nicknames:  none

Nationality: English 

 Eye color: sandy brown 

Hair color: toffee brown.

Hair type: slightly curly. 

Hair length: Short and styled properly.

Build:  average looking teenager not really muscular that you can see but is a bit strong. 

Body shape:  rectangular. 

Weight: 165 pounds 

Height:   5’10

Skin color: also milky white. 

Distinguishing marks:  none 

Glasses:   has a pair of readers he only wears occasionally 

Scars:  a few from Jack that he doesn't care about, later down the line, one from Cathrine Glassbill he can't stand to look at. He keeps it wrapped up no matter what so he isn't reminded of her. 

Common colors worn: black, grey, white, burgundy

Daily outfit: dressy outfit, a white button up collared shirt always steamed and pressed out nicely. Black pants and a necktie occasionally. Sometimes wears a gray overcoat, mostly outside the loop.  Black leather boots and a brown satchel that he carries a lot of books in, mainly the ones he's reading and then one or two of Catherine's so they can read together in the afternoons. 

Other: 

Cathrine Glassbill

Bird: Barn swallow 

Age: 16 

Nicknames:  Cathy (everyone) Cat (Myron) 

Nationality: Austrian Hungarian

 Eye color:  dark oak brown

Hair color: dark dark brown, nearly black. 

Hair type:  straight 

Hair length:  surprisingly long. Down to her lower back if not braided 

Build:  muscular, mannish

Body shape: pear shape 

Weight: 145 pounds. 

Height:  5’9

Skin color: warm ivory 

Distinguishing marks:  none

Glasses:  none 

Scars:  hand scars from burning herself while cooking.

Common colors worn: dark red, brown, occasionally pink, dark green dark blue. 

Daily outfit: shift, sometimes a corset but prefers a stay to a corset. Light tan wrap dress with brown leaves. Typically has her dark red shawl on her and a brown apron. Dark brown horse riding boots. A necklace Myron gave her as a Christmas gift that has a cat pennant  he made himself (and was very proud of)  hair always braided in one or two braids. 

Other:  mannish looking and flat faced.  Always has her hair in braids, one day she decided to wear it down and everyone thought she was sick or hurt  and couldn't do her hair sense she had never left it down ever. She  never really unbraided it again in fear of causing chaos. 

Jack has taunted her about being so stoic and mannish, but she just kinda stares, nods, and goes back to whatever she's doing. Miss Avocet is still trying to get her to teach Roisin  this strategy.  

Eleanor- Grace Nightjar 

Bird great eared Nightjar (yes, the little dragon looking Nightjar)

Age: 15

Nicknames:  grace (she prefers  her middle name grace over her first name Eleanor.)   Leni (Millie, short for her first name, because when learned grace wasn't her first name she was fascinated. 

Nationality: Scottish, English, French. 

Eye color: pale gray, look blue when you first look at them though. Don't worry, while she's talking to you she will stare into your soul through your eyes unnervingly and you can see the gray hue.

Hair color: dark silvery black 

Hair type: wavy.

Hair length:  to her butt. 

Build: slightly stronger, but thin build 

Body shape: hourglass, leaning more towards pear. 

Weight: 102 pounds. 

Height:  5’6

Skin color: unnaturally pale. Like a sickly pale color

Distinguishing marks: very few freckles. 

Glasses:  needs them, won't wear them. 

Scars:  has multiple scars from picking, has a really bad habit of picking her scabs when she gets nervous. 

Common colors worn: dark grey, black,  dusty dark purple, burgundy occasionally. 

Daily outfit: shift, corset, her petticoat underlayer, dusty violet wrap dress. Black lace up boots  and her security cloak that's dark gray.  A flower hairpin Millie gave her, and a silver necklace from her late brother.  Wears her hair in a tight bun with two pieces framing her face. 

Other:  she sees better in the darkness. At night she's agile  and graceful, in the daylight she's clumsy. Miss Avocet is still trying to find suitable sunglasses for her. 

Jack/Caul 

Bird: Peregrine Falcon 

Age:15

Nicknames:  would probably smack you upside the head for giving him one.    Prick- (Roisin Gannet) 

Nationality: english

 Eye color:  coffee brown 

Hair color: shiny black

Hair type: wavy, fluffy

Hair length:  kept nearly trimmed and styled. 

Build:  pretty lanky, average guy 

Body shape: rectangle. 

Weight: 96 pounds (female pergeines are normally always bigger than male peregrines. This irritates jack to no end as he fears she will be taller than him.)

Height:  5’5 

Skin color: milky white 

Distinguishing marks: slightly crooked nose.

Glasses:  yes, they are gold framed and as he describes them “more elegant than you will all ever be”

Scars:  has multiple scars from him and Roe fighting, and a few from fighting with hawks. Buddy gets a sick kick out for starting fights with nesting hawks and falcons outside the loop. 

Common colors worn:  browns, white, occasionally red. 

Daily outfit: brown trousers with a tan button up shirt. Brown boots and cotton (have to be cotton) socks.  Occasionally a waistcoat that matches his trousers. His hair is styled into a backwards sweep, but never stays down and becomes wavy/fluffier by the end of the day. Usually wears his glasses. He also would never admit it, but kept and still wears a tiny brass pocket watch Alma brought him when she was really young. She stole it from her father when they were thrown out, and even if he depsies her, he keeps it as a reminder of what he deemed “the long gone days when life was still alright.” 

Other: 

Millicent Thrush

Bird: Song thrush 

Age: 14

Nicknames: Millie (everyone) Soleil (Grace) 

Nationality: Dutch, french. Bit of English mixed in 

Eye color: mocha brown 

Hair color: sunflower blonde 

Hair type: loose waves/curls 

Hair length:  mid back. 

Build:  slim, mousy 

Body shape: rectangle 

Weight: 117.5 pounds 

Height: 5’4 and half, that's very important to her that you don't forget the half. 

Skin color: ivory colored skin 

Distinguishing marks: n/a Literally perfect skin, never gets acne and no scars. 

Glasses: n/a

Scars: small burn scar on her forearm from bumping into the wood burning stove. 

Common colors worn: light pastel pink, yellows, sky blues 

Daily outfit: shift, corset,  petticoat underlayer, light  light yellow floral dotted skirt and a white blouse.  Brown short boots and thin stockings. Doesn't like jewelry, but wears a  really simple necklace Grace got her. Her hair is normally tied into a loose low ponytail.

Other: her teeth are slightly crooked but she doesn't care. Her smile is still contagious. Grace calls her Soleil occasionally since it means sunshine in French and Millie is french. 

Alice Treecreeper 

Bird Eurasian Treecreeper 

Age: 13 

Nicknames: won't respond to them 

Nationality: English 

Eye color: amber brown 

Hair color:  carmel brown 

Hair type: straight 

Hair length: just past her shoulder blades. 

Build: thin like a string bean 

Body shape: triangular. 

Weight:  97 pounds. 

Height: 5’2 

Skin color: light sandy color, very slight tan. 

Distinguishing marks:  small bridge of freckles on her nose. Occasional acne that irritates her. 

Glasses:  yes. Can't see in the distance without them. They are golden framed. 

Scars:  only a few acne scars on her face. and a birthmark on her hip bone, just a dark brown patch 

Common colors worn:  light brown and cream. Dark orange/ rust. 

Daily outfit:  shift corset, (no petticoat to fluff her skirt up) long rust colored wrap dress with brown accents. Always has her bag with her journal and the book she's studying (typically medical knowledge and enjoys romance novels but wouldn't ever tell anyone that)  brown loafers  and thigh high brown stockings. Typically always has her brown cloak while leaving the loop. Wears her hair simply down or in a low bun. 

Other: very introverted, but can and does enjoy her sisters. Better listener.   Wants  to be a doctor. 

Isabelle cuckoo 

Bird Common cuckoo

Age: 12.5

Nicknames: belle  (everyone) isa (Alma) Izzy (Alma rarely) 

Nationality: french 

 Eye color: warm brown 

Hair color: dark brown (she dyed it silver later) 

Hair type: she burns it straight, she loves the look of it straight 

Hair length:  nearly trimmed at her shoulders. 

Build:  lanky 

Body shape:  triangle. 

Weight: 116.5 pounds. 

Height:   5’6

Skin color:  cool brown 

Distinguishing marks:  has a birthmark on her ankle, looks like a lopsided heart 

Glasses: none but in the future she will be rocking sunglasses. 

Scars: none. Her mother chastised her early on for picking and making scars so she consciously avoids it now. 

Common colors worn: she wears every color of the rainbow, but mainly she loves  blues and purples, indigo being her favorite shade. Reds,  greens, anything but brown. She doesn't like the lack of life in brown. 

Daily outfit: shift, corset, an extra fluffy petticoat, dark red skirt with a silky creamy tan colored top that has red accents. Brown lace up boots with a sizeable heel and her hair either braided or pulled into a bun. She occasionally wears it down. Red stockings and a silver feather pendant necklace Alma gave her for her birthday. 

Other: 

Alma Lefay peregrine 

Bird: Peregrine Falcon. 

Age: 12 

Nicknames:  Al (everyone) 

Nationality: English

 Eye color:  forest dark green 

Hair color:  raven black

Hair type:  wavy 

Hair length:  butt length 

Build:  petite tiny little thing 

Body shape: hourglass 

Weight: 105 pounds 

Height:   5’1

Skin color:  pale porcelain 

Distinguishing marks: freckles on her nose in the summertime, they fade during winter. 

Glasses: yes, silver framed ones Miss Avocet gave her. They used to be Miss Avocet when she was a child. Alma kept them in perfect shape until jack caught wind of where they came from and how important they were to Alma, and smashed them with a book in front of her. Miss Avocet got them repaired by a peculiar craftsman and was able to put new (better) lenses in them and gave them to Alma as a birthday gift. She cherishes them. 

Scars:  multiple scars from Jack and Myron's torment and scars from a fight she got into with another falcon when she got too close to her nest one day.  

Common colors worn:  blue (dark and light) red in the wintertime, blacks and creams 

Daily outfit: shift, a looser fitting corset (doesn't like the constriction)  petticoat underlayer, dark blue day skirt with a white or cream colored long sleeve shirt with a ruffle collar. Her silver glasses and her hair braided  into a bun with two pieces framing her face. A feather hairpin that Isabelle made with one of Alma's molted feathers for her. Long dark blue stockings and black boots with no heel.

[thefuseoftemptation]

how about fem!r putting leaves in eddie's hair sort of like the flower crown effect but with leaves since it's that time of year!

why is this so soft

WARNING(S): none. fem!reader. not proofread.

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Eddie’s eyes were closed as he laid there, his head between your legs as your fingers pushed through his hair.

He could hear the swift yet soft sounds of the leaves falling, reaching the ground only for your hands to take hold of them between your fingers as you stuffed them through his strands.

Eddie hadn’t been sure how long you guys had been out there. What had begun as you guys jumping into the piles, had turned into you spending, who knows how long, of putting pieces of the said piles onto his head. But who was he to complain.

When you have your everything, your person, before you- softly stuffing leaves between strands of your hair as she hums to herself- you wouldn’t be saying a word either.

So Eddie laid there, not moving as he let you be, only opening one eye to see the look of concentration on your face as you put, yet another, leaf in his curls.

“How’s it looking?” Eddie asked, pulling one of your hands away so he could press a kiss to the palm of it.

“You’re looking awfully good.” You said, fixing one of the leaves that fell as he shifted in your lap.

Eddie got up from where he was, slowly, as to not mess up what you’d been working on. Your hands as if on cue, going to his hair to make sure nothing had fallen from their place.

There were leaves everywhere.

Stuffed and cozy between the curly strands of your boyfriends head. Eddie had lifted his hand, about to feel when you suddenly stopped him.

“I’ve still got to do the back.” You said, your mouth stretching up as you held more small leaves in your palms. And yet Eddie couldn’t find it in him to tell you anything other than-

“Go for it, sweetheart.”

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[shaggytwodope4u]

Johnny cade hc 🗣️🗣️

he LOVES black cats because 'their misunderstood'

- he DOSENT like dogs because the amount of aggressive dogs in Tulsa he's gotten bitten from

- (modern) Johny would have a raccoon tail haircut for about a week

- has a super bad RBF

- was a boy scout for like a week

- sometimes he goes nonverbal and when someone tries talking to him pony buds in and answers for him or makes an excuse to get people away from him

- johnny and curly definitely have fought before

- enjoys Country music (pony absolutely HATES it with a PASSION)

- PROBABLY has religious trauma

- once pony mentioned how he liked sunflowers but since they live in Tulsa and they aren't many flowers, johnny showed up once with a handful of crushed dandelions and four leaf clovers

- has HORRIBLE allergies

- saw two-bit and dally as older brothers

- plays the drums

-pony and him tried to make a band once when they were younger

- Johnny prob has TikTok music taste (modern)

- is VERY good at fighting and is very strong he just choses not to fight unless he has to