#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)

[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

[l0uterstella]

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."

[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.

[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.

[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

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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.”

—

[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

[crybaby-bkg]

Being in the forest, you’ve come across all kinds of things, people, beings. You, being one of them, a fairy, an olden one of your kind, the kin that’s far and few to find just lurking around. So you’re special, held in high regard to those who frequent your area of the forest, respected and highly praised. Most know to bow and smile without teeth when they see you, except for one.

He’s new, you suspect, with his too big green eyes and tilted head. He takes in every part of the forest, mumbling to himself, picks at his bottom lip. His hands rests on his hips, and you notice his chest is naked and his lower half is covered in thick, dense fur. It tapers off into shiny hooves that he taps into the soft grass, and you wonder when the last time you saw a satyr was.

He’s a pretty one, you think, with thick curly green locks and curious eyes. His ears are pointed and they twitch in your direction at your giggle when he trips over a tree root. His gaze swivels over to the flower you rest on, and he perks up at the sight of it, clumsily making his way to you.

Everything’s all giggles from you, until he picks up the flower you rest on, mouth opening as the flower comes quickly to his mouth. Before he can devour you, you screech at him, something in your old tongue that nobody in a thirty mile radius could understand. But he stops, pulling the flower back, his curious green eyes widening when he finally makes out your camouflaged body sitting prettily in the bud of the flower.

“Have you no manners?” You ask, voice a huff that makes the satyr’s head tilt in the other direction. He blinks a few times before his eyes widen in excitement, mouth dropping open as he takes you in.

“You’re a…” his voice delves off, as he realizes what kind of fairy you must be. One he’s only heard of in tales, ones that are as old as time. He can’t believe he’s seeing one in real time, much less almost eating one!

“Give me your name, and I’ll forgive your indiscretion.” You offer him, chin jutting out in his direction. He knows he shouldn’t, knows you guys are full of tricks, that he should only admire from afar. But you’re so pretty in that ethereal type of way, and so, so tiny in his hands, that he wonders just how much damage you could actually cause. So he bites the bullet, doesn’t even realize that with just a name, he’s sealed his fate.

“Izuku. My name is Izuku.”

Izuku, or Deku as he likes to be called, has become so subservient to you as the days go on. Carries you everywhere, despite your wings working perfectly fine. Feeds you the fruit from trees without a single complaint, bathes you in the lakes despite his face always turning so red.

He even touches you the way you like to be touched. Lets you stay in his palm, figure hidden behind thick trees, a patch in the openness of the forest where only you two reside. He holds his thickest finger above you, watches with intent vermillion eyes as you lay on your back in his palm, rubbing your tiny little clit all over the pad of his finger. He could crush you in this position, but all he can think of is how immoral it would be to kill an ancient fairy from trying to shove you on his too big cock.

And despite using his big fingers to get you off for so long, it still isn’t enough. He’s surprised, one dusky morning, when he enters that patch in the forest that’s become you guys’ special spot, and doesn’t find you sleeping on a leaf. No, instead, Deku finds someone who looks eerily like you, only bigger in size—so, so much bigger.

Your hair looks so soft and your skin glows an eery golden haze around it. Your wings look iridescent in the slithers of morning light, as they flap lightly when he enters the thicket. Your body is bare, and it only feels that much intenser when everything is so much bigger, so easier to see in the broadening of your skin.

Your eyes are devious, with a downright cruel smile. You stretch where you lay, yawning a little, flipping on your back as you look at Izuku upside down, body bare and on display. It makes him think back to how hard he would have to strain to look in between your legs, now looking away at just how clear everything is.

“It’s time to prove your usefulness to me, Izuku. Are you ready?” You ask in a voice so sultry, he thinks he might melt on the spot. He should’ve known better than to give an ancient fairy his name, knows he’s spellbound to you and your every wish for eternity. But a part of him wishes he only would’ve met you sooner.

“I’m more than ready.”

[fireflysummers]

Hey! Listen!

I can post my illustration for Faces and Facades, a Legend of Zelda fanzine based around masks!

Leftovers are now up for sale, so be sure to nab one before they’re gone!

Image ID: A low-angle shot of an enclosed room, with light shining from a crack in the ceiling above. The angle emphasizes that the inhabitants of this room are very, very tiny compared to their surroundings. The walls boast yellowish oyster mushrooms, which look like little platforms. Three red-and-white dotted amanita mushrooms sit at the center of the room, the largest one boasting a door-like opening. Picori, small, humanoid creatures with tails, pointed ears, and long noses, stand in small clusters around the mushrooms, as well as atop them. Each one wears a unique dress comprised of flowers and leaves, including masquerade-style masks that cover the upper-half of the face. The figure closest to the foreground, however, is not a picori, but a child-aged Link. He is a blond child with dark eyes and fair skin, wears a fancy green suit, white pants, a cape, and a masquerade mask shaped like a leaf. Rather than his traditional green hat, though, Ezlo sits atop Link’s head, sporting his usual beak and single curly hair.

[terresdebrume]

There is a dull knock of wood against the door when Edwin tries to make his way into his bedroom, and he sighs. The discovery is not strictly speaking unexpected. He and Charles have been sharing the Fridge since last November, after all. Edwin has had some time to get used to his friends' general habits.

"Charles," he calls out, keeping his eyes on the ground so he can sidestep Charles' cricket bat, some of his math equipment, his broken alarm clock, and what looks like the gutted content of his art box.

Charles is sitting at his desk, the one closest to the window. He is already in his pyjamas, his socked feet firmly perched on the seat of his chair. The long line of his back, vanishing into his long-sleeved shirt, curves forward so he can bend over his latest art piece, his legs framing him like a pair of red checkered wings. From the window outside, the pale light of late afternoon splashes against him, highlighting his curly hair, the shape of his jaw.

There is a purple stick of chalk in his hand, the tips of his fingers coated in it. There is a long line of turquoise along the curve of Charles' nose, as if he had scratched an itch with another piece of chalk. He is wearing an expression of profound focus that only ever seems to take him by surprise, and Edwin indulges in the sight for a moment, heart full to bursting.

After a while, Edwin knocks on the wall, calling Charles' name again. Charles takes the sort of deep breath Edwin gets after a long study session, then turns to him with a smile. Edwin, as usual, cannot resist answering with a quirk of the lips, even as he tries to scold:

"If Mr. Hampton sees this you'll be scolded again."

"I'll sort it out before dinner," Charles says without any sign of concern. That only leaves him about twenty minutes to get half his belongings off the floor of their room, but Edwin elects not to point that out.

Instead, he finds a path through Charles' explosive organization system to stand behind his chair. On an A3 sized sheet of paper, Charles has drawn dozens of flowers: pale blue lilac and darker hydrangeas, purple lavender and forget me nots, turquoise-looking mint, and even a few unnaturally blue daisies. In the middle, in blinding white, large letters, a single word: ਮਾਣ.

"Do you like it?" Charles asks.

Edwin looks back at the piece. He finds the color scheme soothing, if occasionally unrealistic, and familiar in a way he can't quite place. The motifs are uncharacteristically neat for Charles, who enjoys playing with the abstract, but pleasing nonetheless. And blue or not, daisies are Edwin's favourite flowers.

"I love it," he says sincerely.

Charles beams, and Edwin feels it like sunshine on his skin.

"Brills!" Charles exclaims, "I made it for you!"

Edwin turns around before he can help it, but no: the door to their room is firmly shut, and no one made their way in behind him. When he looks back to Charles, his grin has taken an amused, almost fond quality.

"For me?" Edwin asks, just to be sure. Charles laughs.

"Yes, you. It's your going away present."

He extends the paper to Edwin, who holds it gingerly with the tips of his fingers. He tries to take the whole piece in again at once, gaze flickering from one flower to the next, to the detailing of a leaf, to the bottom left corner, where Charles signed his name. He wishes he could say something—knows that he should, at least—but his throat is closed up, and his eyes strangely warm. He has to swallow several times before he can croak out:

"It's beautiful, Charles. Thank you."

"You're my best mate, you know," Charles replies, easy as breathing. "I just wanted to give you something special."

"It is," Edwin promises, clearing his throat to keep the tears threatening to spill contained to his throat. "Thank you." He sniffs as discretely as he can, and Charles generously pretends not to notice. "Is this Punjabi?"

Charles nods, a new layer of pride entering his expression. From what Edwin understands, Charles has received a lot of remarks on his penmanship from all his teacher except for Mr Madan. If his handwriting in Punjabi class is as neat as the painting, Edwin can understand why.

"What does it mean?"

"Pride," Charles says. "For everything you've accomplished this year. Also because you're a bloody brilliant friend, and I'm real proud you picked me."

"It's 'really proud'," Edwin points out, looking away from Charles as his cheeks and neck heat up.

It comes out snippier than Edwin intended, but Charles simply rolls his eyes.

"Well I'm really glad that you're my best friend," he says, giving Edwin's shoulder a gentle shove. "There's not a part of you I don't like. Consider this my encouragement to be as proud of yourself as I am of you, yeah?"

The warmth spreads over the rest of Edwin's face, and he diffuses by pointing out they won't leave the school until the end of the week, and Charles is being dramatic. Then, when that doesn't work, Edwin nags Charles into dealing with his things before the dinner bell. They spend the entire evening bickering around, and Edwin thinks he's the lucky one.

Much, much later, he realizes why the color scheme on the painting seemed familiar, and cries happy tears again.

This snippet is more of a laying down of concept than a proper fic and will eventually be edited (probably added to) and crospposted on AO3.