#good thing im so far inland.

[imthatwannabeauthor]

I need to walk into the ocean with small open wounds. I need it bad.

[ofmermaidstories]

I LOVE HEARING YOU TALK ABOUT STARDEW

If you don't mind me asking, how often do you play stardew valley? do you play at night? with a cup of tea?

please! i am dying to talk about it!!! i tend to play games in solid, obsessed blocks. so i’ve been playing every day for the last couple of weeks, now, but before that it’d been months and months since i touched it last. i’ll play whenever! whenever i have time, or throughout the day if it’s a lazy one. i like to play in stretches, and i consider it a treat to, so i’ll often have a snack ready or a drink (sometimes that cuppa you mentioned, often a juice box tho bc im like, five, lmao). i only have two saves!! my first one, delilah, where i didn’t know what i was doing and got bored of, really quickly—and my current one, my second one! it uses my real name, lmao, which tbh i’m not sure i like—it’s always jarring when the other characters say things to me. 💀 we’re currently in winter, in year five. the farm is called Sea Dreams, and it’s a beach property. i completely ignored the warnings about it not being for beginners lmfao, but i quite like it! beyond the romanticism of being on the beach of this like, inland sea cove, i like that the sand means only a fraction of the land is actually good for proper farming. i use the proper soil, the real soil, for my seasonal crops and then let patches of trees grow throughout the rest of the farm. my fruit trees are near the bat cave; in front of my house i grow small plots of flowers. and then by the shore i keep the animals. i’ve fenced them so they get trees and the pond and the sea as well; if i’m spending the day on the farm i’ll sometimes hear the plop! of the ducks, gliding onto the cove’s waters. they always look so contented. 🥹 if i’m there in the evenings, when it’s time for them to turn into the barn or the coop, i’ll stand on the shore and wait for them to drift back—they’re always last in, on those days.

i have a single fish pond, so far, towards the south of the property—it’s filled with sturgeon and from their eggs i make caviar. i make goats cheese and bread and mayonnaise and at the end of every season i harvest the flowers that grew and ride into town on my horse, grover, and hand them out. in the warm months my farm is covered in grass, everywhere! on the last day of autumn i cut it all down, for hay. my greenhouse is on a little island of it’s own, with grandpa’s shrine behind it: inside i grow more flowers, and fruit trees, and strawberries, blueberries, ancient fruit, starfruit. i hope to get a second mango sapling at some point, to grow in the greenhouse—my first one is now planted among my peach trees, waiting for it’s first summer.

fairy roses are my favourite flower. every autumn, during the stardew fair, i always include a pink one, one of my best, in my grange display for the competition. this year my setup included my best goats cheese; my best, aged wine. my best peach and my best orange! caviar, my fairy rose, a bottle of truffle oil and a jar of fairy rose honey, and then lastly, a tulip from spring, lavender-dawn in colour.

(i always win, and i always feel so smug about it. i hate pierre so much lmao, he’s such a dick.)

hmm, what else can i tell you? i’ve only just made it to the skull caverns! they stress me out so bad. 💀 recently tho (like, today, lmfao), i found my first dinosaur egg! and my first two prismatic shards—i saved the first shard in a chest in my barn, and with the other got a sword. the dinosaur egg is currently incubating! i’m so excited for it to live among my chickens and my ducks and my rabbits. 🥹

i really, really like the magic realism that’s steeped into the valley. beyond the atmosphere of the game (the freedom of leaving behind a life that was stifling you, and finding a home in the valley you’d never even dared dreamed of, before) the magic of the world is like, the number one factor in me wanting to write a AU for it. i like—things like the fairy stones. An old miner's song suggests these are made from the bones of ancient fairies. i like things like finding the burnished copper helmets of the dwarves; i like that we can wear one. i like that sometimes, in the night, there’s a rustle of wings and the next morning when you step outside there’s an owl statue, nestled somewhere on your farm like it’s been there for centuries. there’s a junimo hut in the secret, wooded area of pine trees on my farm. they’re too far from the crops to appear, but sometimes when i ride past in the dusk, just when it’s getting dark, you can hear the flicker of flames—the open doorway to their little home glowing. there’s also a secret altar to yoba, amid the trees; the dull steel of the sign of the vessel hidden away against the dark green. there’s just so much to it! i feel like you could dig deep, go deep, literally deep in the mines, and still not understand the world. and it makes me want to write that, lmao. the whole game just makes me want to write! just the world of it—waking up at six am, every morning. learning how to make something of the land before you, how to grow things, how to care for things, animals. walking into town to buy seeds. galloping into town, or down to the forest. one of my favourite touches, in the game, is how sometimes there’ll be a flock of birds on the path, pecking at something—and when you come along they all take flight, all together. and there’s a moment, every time, where you’re in the middle of it, the the beat of the wings—running or riding with them, almost. that’s what i wanna write about. the ride into town, slipping from the horse, breathless, in front of the general store or the saloon. i haven’t married anyone in my save, yet; i can’t decide on who i want to live with. so many of them are sweethearts. i like elliot a lot, recently. he wrote a romance novel for me. 🥺 but originally i wanted to date alex—i love his grandparents. on the last day of autumn i’ll take my fairy roses into town for his grandmother, and for jasmine. but saying that sebastian’s also grown on me; as has haley. sometimes i think i’ll just ask krobus, deep in his sewer, to move in with me instead—but i have an empty nursery in my house and sometimes i wonder if it’d be fun to have someone to have kids with.

(but then i swing back and forth on it—it creeps me out that the kids never age. 🥹 eternal toddlers, stumbling around the house. maybe i’ll have them just to see what it’s like, and then go to the witch’s hut to turn them into doves and let them go.)

if i wrote a stardew valley AU for my hero, i think it’d be just as hard to pick an endgame in-fic. do we pick izuku, and his rabbits? or bakugou and his explosions, up in the quarry? shouto, following us from the city, trying to leave behind the massive corporation that’s eating the world up that he’s set to inherit? idk! anyways. that’s off-topic. 🥹 do you play, anon??? what’s your favourite part? what’s your farm like???? do you like to have a cuppa in hand, when you settle in to play?

[floaromatown]

do you have any tips about getting PR in canada, i'm trying to figure this out with my gf who lives in america (also idv edaters. unfortunately)

WE WERE NOT IDV EDATERS SCREAMMMMM you should have just kicked sand in my eyes. i begged him to play idv with me he wouldnt cos he was scared. anyway.

unfortunately my tips are very limited as ive been 'done' with the bullshit for over a year now. and like immigration lawyers literally get paid thousands cause its so complicated :( like not in a 'pay me' way but like its an insane feat to pull off without professional help. that and pr shit is changing all the time so im sure a lot of what i experienced is outdated

i spent like 1.5 years no exaggeration in the pr RESEARCH mines (mostly on r/immigrationcanada) and honestly i still felt like i was learning new shit right up until the day i submitted my application. and then more and more after i had submitted it. its really really hard unfortunately. i really advise asking/searching for questions on that subreddit whenever possible, there are a lot of people who can help when youre unsure.

if it wasnt clear you have to be married to apply for the spousal sponsorship, which as far as I understand is pretty much how most american to ca prships happen. if you (when i say you i mean your american girl bc thats the perspective im coming from) happen to have a skilled job (the canadian gov website has a key to determine if your job classifies as skilled) then I believe there is another route, but I wasn't eligible so idk shit about that. dont bother looking into whether you qualify as common law or conjugal or whatever bc you very very likely dont meet their standards. i got married in the states a week before crossing the border, your marriage certificate would be valid in canada

off the bat i would say, unless you know for sure your living situation would 100% COMPLETELY PROVIDE FOR YOU for 6 months to a year, then you should probably apply for an OUTLAND spousal sponsorship. if you move in together in canada and apply for INLAND spousal sponsorship then you cannot work period, there is no legal way for you to make any cent of income. you will not be eligible for provincial healthcare, so i recommend getting long term travel insurance (i rec geoblue). the border is a whole other ordeal if you don't have any status in canada, you can't look like you're moving (i.e no moving boxes no tons of luggage) you can't look like you're eloping or staying for more than a couple months and even if you do everything right they still may suspect you and deny you entry. i did inland and it was really really difficult and at times scary for these reasons, i did not exactly do some things by the book in order to get by *WINKKK*. if you can stand to get married and then part for upwards of a year then i would really really suggest the outland route. unless youll be provided for then GOOD FOR YOU *shaking fist* random but americans also have to continue filing us taxes even if they have moved out of country. so remember that.

moreso tips umm DOCUMENT EVERYTHINGGG YOU DO TOGETHER this is my biggest piece of advice. you have to prove your relationship is legit, here is a list of stuff i included in my application:

receipts/the route we took for our honeymoon

screenshots of support from relatives, like facebook or other social media posts acknowledging your relationship

we got our wills done to make each other the sole benefactor

receipts and pictures of gifts weve gotten each other

photos of both of you with friends and family is 100% required

proof of past visits to each other

receipts and pics for past dates/outings/events

letters of support from family/friends (i got these notarized)

lots of stuff from online chat logs/social media. pictures of chats, phone calls, video calls from across years. i think i included at least one of each from every month since we got together. chats should be relevant to relationship stuff like discussing moving in, getting married, relatives, etc.

a letter detailing our relationship with exact dates, locations, etc. like when we met, when we started dating, when we visited, how we got engaged, etc. you have to make a case for yourself as if you were in court.

if youre researching stuff there is honestly not a lot of resources specifically for edaters! so many people like have like children together in another country or have been established there as a married couples for years so they have a ton of foundation to work off of. canada doesnt just want to see that youre in love they want to see the work that goes into that, like shared leases and joint bank accounts and years of financial support and children etc etc. it sucks but you have to justify it in other ways when youre (im assuming) young and childless and unmarried until recently. you can get some of those things once you move in together but idk, i was rather safe than sorry an scrounged up all the 'soft' evidence i could right up until i submitted it.

i think thats about it i wish i could help more lol. its definitely one of the hardest things ive had to do like emotionally financially temporally effortfully lmfao. good luck?!

[foxs-dragons]

Jupiter is 100% my favourite , a massive old dragon that gets mistaken regularly for a hill

About his species:

- his species is a type of coastal/waterborne dragon that lives in swampy areas, so they're raised both in and out of water

- eggs need a certain level of moisture to hatch, and the hatchlings rarely if ever leave the water until they are mature

- usually are a coppery-brownish, to mimic the wet clay and mud of the area (high iron soil so clay has a general reddish brown colour)

- have gills and webbed talons+tail fin for good underwaterness

- similar to snakes, there is a clear scale over each eye, which protects against mud (altho normal eyelids are also there) (also this is a thing that most dragons have regardless ; i.e. two sets of eyelids)

- also can detect infrared with little pits above the nose

- hatchlings stay deep within the swamps for safety from larger predators, via tree coverage and camouflage as well as ability to survive well underwater for practically indefinite time periods

- adults have a seasonal variety of habitats - during winter they will set up residence in caves in cliffsides which are more sheltered, but in spring (aka mating season) they set up nests in the more inland swamp areas where the young are born, and then they spend the warmer months out in the most tidal regions of the swamp or out in the open ocean

- these dragons do mate for life in the way many birds do, but in groups anywhere from 3-8. within these groups any two dragons will produce offspring (provided yknow the right sexes) which is good cus genetic variation etc but also protection, strong pack bond etc.. additionally, there are usually no set roles, and all dragons in a pack will take turns with different tasks e.g. protecting eggs, hunting

- once the eggs have hatched, the group will take care of the hatchlings until they can feed themselves, at which point they are left in the safer inner swamp while the group leaves for the open ocean

- almost entirely seafood diet, adolescents eat mostly the fish, amphibians and mammals ( and also giant insects) found in the swamp itself , but adults are known to fly out further to find larger prey, with the largest even hunting whales and dolphins

- these dragons, like many other species, do not stop growing. after puberty the rate is very slow but these dragons can get very big. one of these dragons spends around 1 year completely amphibious, then an additional 2-3 partially amphibious, after which it has the capacity to live wholly on land without being im danger of being eaten - they are usually around the size of a large crocodile at the start of adulthood (they also begin to slow their growth, but still steadily increase in size)

- after a certain age, these dragons become very large and cannot be sustained in the swamps and cliffs previously used, so they slink off to the depths of the ocean, and become known to sailors and non-seafaring dragon species as leviathans and beasts of the depths that feast once a year then slumber again

- in terms of naming, there are two colloquial names used for the species, as many did not make the connection between the giants of the ocean and the small sly swamp hunters. on land they are known as copper devils, due to their colour and their ability to attack viciously and slyly out of nowhere (although this is rather outdated, and now there is more awareness about nesting sites there are far fewer attacks). the ocean giants are usually regarded as myths due to rare sightings, and as such acquire individual names as legend sees fit (also I couldn't think of a cool species name soz - if anyone has any ideas feel free to share!)

- all dragon species have propensity for creating great thinkers and artists, however not all form large scale civilisations and these dragons are an example of a species that tends not to form settlements and could be considered more on the animalistic side of things. despite this, their cave residences, however temporary, are often full of intricate carvings and artwork, and they are known to be beautiful singers especially the ocean giants

ok I should go to sleep now probably but I love adding extra dragon lore - next time maybe I'll actually add stuff about Jupiter himself haha

[gandalf-the-bean]

hello this is someone who goes to school in tampa bay. we have been evacuated since before helene hit and we have not been able to go back to campus for more than one quick grab of essential items with a time limit of 30 minutes. the school was recovering from helene and had gotten power back in some buildings and had cleaned up a decent portion of the debris and now we’re about to get walloped by this hurricane. instead of returning by mid october like we were going to (the return date kept getting pushed back because helene damaged more than they thought) we are not allowed back on campus until further notice. we’ve been virtual but at least half of this week we have no classes so we can like. leave if we’re still in the area

also milton is apparently now a cat 5 and all we could do is evacuate further inland within florida so im just hoping for the best here

i am at home right now, but i wanna go home (to school). i miss things being normal. i miss my friends, my classes, the semester (literally my best semester so far until this happened), everything. stay safe everyone and good riddance to these hurricanes

good luck

if a category 3 or even category 4 hurricane directly hits Tampa, Florida, the insurance market will collapse overnight and it will be an unimaginable, complete catastrophe that i'm not sure the United States is capable of handling on top of ongoing Helene recovery. keep anyone who has the misfortune of living in Florida in your thoughts because this particular storm is going directly over very, very warm gulf of mexico waters and has the potential to be a monster.

[lawluenvy]

yeah honestly the longer i live here the more im starting to understand the whole "vancouver: the no fun city" thing because its true.

when people come to visit me im like... um. we could go get korean bbq? affordably good sushi (if they're from the inland)?

basically vancouver is great if you love food. it is one of the biggest foodie heavens within canada for sure but otherwise there's nothing to do.

aquarium? bought out by a private company since covid and hella expensive thankfully marine mammal rescue program still running but the insanely expensive part is still super tragic

grouse grind? ew. also way the fuck up north from where most vancouverites live.

capillano? not worth the price - way too expensive when there's literally for free and prettier lynn canyon instead so lynn canyon remains a good option

horseshoe bay - also fucking beautiful but also fucking far.

the beach? um? is it raining? is it cloudy? is it summer and nice out and packed and dirty and gross w no parking? also ew.

stanley park? meh. the sea wall is boring, busy and long af.

art gallery? probably nothing interesting in the seasonal exhibits and too expensive if so

clubs/nightlife? oh FUCK no. you think everything else in vancouver is expensive? try $20 cover with $20 drinks no thank you

gastown? eh. alright. the steam clock is not at all interesting but there's some decent shopping around there and most of downtown at least

metrotown? overhyped af and a fucking nightmare of a mall that is literally falling apart because burnaby has finally decided to redevelop it like they've been saying they would for 10 years

UBC? actually pretty fucking gorgeous but also what season is it, is it busy, is anything open, and is the rose garden and oak trees worth going way the fuck over there? all the food is expensive af for its sad lack of quality and variety. the oak trees are kinda worth it tho, especially in fall

basically fun things i care about: good food, and then most other things i do around here can be done anywhere like going to the movies or going shopping

[xx-vergil-xx]

i remember back in like chapter six?? seven?? we were all commenting excitedly about the heist so just know that that's me again with the odyssean road trip--i've been rotating the black sails interpretation of the winnowing oar in my mind ever since i finished chapter thirty-four: “odysseus, on his journey home to ithaca, was visited by a ghost. the ghost tells him that once he reaches his home, once he slays all his enemies and sets his house in order, he must do one last thing before he can rest. the ghost tells him to pick up an oar and walk inland and keep walking until someone mistakes that oar for a shovel. for that would be the place that no man had ever been troubled by the sea. and that’s where he’d find peace." like yes!!! journey so far that your love becomes unrecognizable!!!. also the sequence of dialogue after "but i—christ, robbie, are you really going for good?" made me WEEP. (also i tried? to tag you in a post? but i guess even that's broken? so i'll just link it: loveletter2you.tumblr.com/post/654958309053497344)

hello my old pen pal <3 im so thrilled that ur excited for the road trip I too am so excited to write the road trip my god I love driving. I love the feeling of just being on the road I love the windows down I love seeing new things new places I love love love road trips

AND NOW THAT IS LIVING IN MY MIND FOR FREE OH MY GOD "journey so far that your love becomes unrecognizable" YEAH. YEAH. YOUR MIND. to go somewhere where the greatest magnitude of what you are is totally unknown. where you can feel complete and perfect anonymity, where even the context of your life isn't recognized. it's untethering and freeing in the same breath. oh my good lord im going to be thinking about this odysseus moment forever and also like images of travel of quest of seeking solace in the journey towards solitude like. contemplative meditative travel where the object isn't so much a singular place as it is a state of being, maybe embodied in a place and maybe only embodied in the path. god. GOD.

glad to have elicited tears w that dialogue <3 I think so much about how much hob has to carry. and he's a guy who needs and loves and wants people and wants to be known by people and like, the vast majority of his life is beyond telling. what is that like, you know? to sit next to your best friend with your whole history just dying on your tongue?

HEY I LOVE THAT POST SO MUCH <3 (my tags are broken everything's broken staff please help me) all the ways we end things, man the amharic really got me too like to end with a request for an exchange, like like like the human experience being contingent on swapping narratives, man, MAN, anyway wonderful wonderful post thank you for sharing it <3

anyway road trip odyssey currently under construction, and thank you for dropping by friend <3

[abby-abs]

finding the light pt 2

Summary: some time have passed and Y/N and Abby grown close since her and Lev’s arrival to Catalina. Lev sees the obvious tension between them but they don't. 

An: Im so sorry that this took so long my life has been hectic with classes and my mom having surgery in September. There is gong to have a part three i have some ideas floating around in my head. An extra big thanks to @swatlesbian​, @rianncreates​, and @ice-cream-monster-truck​ for encouraging me to write a  part two and being so patient about it. Love you all. Enjoy. 

If you’d like Read pt one here

“Abby do you like y/n?” Lev asks out of nowhere.

“Yeah, of course I do she’s my friend.”

“No, not like that, I mean like like”

“I don’t know what you mean”

Really? I may have been raised in a cult but I can tell. You act weird around her, all jumpy and nervous.

“Pff no I don’t.”

“It’s been three months Abby! there’s clearly something there!” lev says frankly.

There was a knock on the door

I got it” she says before rushing to the door opening it to see y/n standing there. “Y/n hey what are you doing here.” She lifts her arm to lean against the door frame but misses it completely causing her to stumble. Y/n laughs.

“Nice to see that you're still a dork.”

“ Yeah well, somethings never change I guess.” She could feel Lev rolling his eyes at them. Which he did.

“Some of the other fireflies are going more inland to have a bonfire and I wanted to see if you two wanted to come.”

“Yeah sounds fun.” She turns towards lev. “What do you think lev.”  

“Yeah, sure.”

“Great we’ll leave in a little bit.”

Both y/n and Abby grab some snacks and a blanket for you three to sit on.

“Got everything you need?” Abby asks and y/n nods and lev gives a cheerful “yup”

Y/n gets in the driver's side. When they get there the sun is beginning to set, creating beautiful hues of purple, pink, and orange in the sky. They spread out their blanket far enough away from anyone else to have some privacy.

“Look what I have for dessert” Y/n opens up the basket and takes out three slices of her famous honey cake. Lev’s eyes go wide, he absolutely loved y/n’s honey cake.

“Fresh honey cake from the honey that I harvested yesterday. Oh and.” She pulls out two bars of beeswax soap “it’s the citrus kind that you both like, and also citrus candles.”

“Y/n you don’t have to give us all this.”

“Yes, I do. Let me spoil my two favorite people. Anyways I wanted to give you two first dibs before I end up running out. There’s also a jug of honey mead that has your name on it, Abby, just have to wait for it to finish brewing.”

“Your so sweet y/n,” Abby says

“Like honey,” Lev adds and they laugh.

“ why don’t you guys come over sometime, I can show you how I make all these things and care for the bees”

“Sure that sounds awesome.” He turns to Abby “is that the right word Abby?” She smiles at him.

“Yeah, that’s right kid.” She says then looks back at Y/N. “Im gonna ave to start calling you honey bee.” she says. This makes Y/N’s face burn up, she hides her face by looking down.

The moment was interrupted when some kids that Lev made friends with at school come over to the blanket.

“Hey Lev we wanted to know if hang out with us.” They boy who Abby remembers his name to be Graham asks. Lev looks at them waiting for approval.

“You can go but just make sure you don’t get home too late okay. Graham I’m expecting your mom to drive you guys back to town yes?” Abby’s tone is stern. He nods still afraid of her even after countless of times Lev told him not to be. Abby gives Lev the key in the rarity of him getting  home before her. “have fun kid.”

He nods before saying. “Y/n make sure she doesn’t eat my honey cake. I still don’t forgive her for the last time.”

“You got it. I’ll guard it with my life.” She says.

Lev leaves leaving you two alone to stargaze. You both lay on your backs looking up at the starry night sky.

“Look at you being mama bear Abs. Setting curfews for Lev to be home by.” Y/n teases “it’s a good look on you.”

“Well, I know the island is relatively safe but I still get paranoid at times.”

“Yeah, I know. I can’t believe you ate the kid's cake though. You know how much he loves it.”

“I told him I was sorry. I wonder what I can do for him to forgive me .”

“Maybe not eat his honey cake for starters.”

“But it’s so good.” she coos.

“if we were together I’d make an endless supply of honey cakes’ is what  y/n wanted to say.

“All this talk of my cake and your not even going to eat the slice I gave you?” Y/N quipped.

“All right all right.” abby sits up and eats some of the cake “mm. you out done yourself again. This is amazing.”

“You wanna know the secret ingredient?”

Abby squints her eyes. “What?”

“honey” She says and abby groans at her bad joke.

“that was horrible.” abby says making Y/N laugh.

“Shush, i know you loved it

Yeah I do

“What was that. Did I just hear you say you love my corny jokes” y/n raises her brows in surprise.

Don’t push it

Whatever you say

Abby wraps up what’s left of her slice and puts it into the basket

They both end up laying on your sides facing each other, Abby moves hair out of Y/N’s face. You shiver at the cool breeze

“Are you cold?”

“No, it’s fine.” Y/n answers trying to conceal her slight shivering.

“Here take my sweater.” She offers, taking off her sweater. Her shirt underneath lifts slightly to expose Abby’s toned stomach. Y/n bites her lip trying hard not to stare.

“Abby it’s fine, I’m fine really.”

“Y/n if you don’t take this sweater I’m gonna make a scene and everyone here will think we’re crazy.“

Y/n laughs “fine only because I don’t want anyone to know I’m friends with a psychopath.” Y/n sits up and puts on her sweater. It was warm and it smelt like the citrus soap she had made and gave her. Y/n laid back down scooting up next to her more warmth. Abby took this as an opportunity to drape an arm over her waist. This started to become a thing between them, they’d find themselves cuddling together on the couch or bed practically clinging onto each other. As if, if they’d be separated again not saying anything, the comfortable silence. Lev would catch them in these situations and think ‘how can they be so oblivious’. But for y/n and Abby they did it for comfort and security.  They could stay like this for hours, comfortable silence as they lay in each other’s arms. It was just too bad that they oblivious to even notice there feelings.

“Abby.” Y/n says breaking the silence

“Hm?” She hums

“We should get going, it’s getting late and cold.” Y/n suggests

“Yeah, your right.” You yawn to her response “I’m getting pretty tired.” You both pack up and she shakes off the blanket before wrapping you up

“Abby no it’s you I’m worried about.” She tries to push the blanket away.

“You don’t need to be. I’m fine, I run hot.”

“I don’t care, now put on the blanket before I make a sense.” Y/n imitates her from before.

Abby sighs in defeat “ here let’s do this.” She unwraps y/n and drapes the large blanket over both their shoulders.

“As clever as always.” Y/n comments

“Wouldn’t say the same thing for you.”

Y/n looked at her with fake offense.

“Excuse you!” Y/n scoffs

“I’m kidding”  

“Your not funny you know.” She says bumping her shoulder.

“So I’ve been told.” She chuckled

Y/n picked up the basket and walk back carefully not to drop the blanket. Abby keeps the blanket around her as you drive then gets out and grabs the basket this time. She throws an arm around y/n’s shoulder engulfing her in the blanket again. Once at the, you go to open it but notice that you forgot to grab your keys. Catalina is a safe place but she just felt safer if she locked the door while not being there, especially with all her merchandise in there.  

“Crap I’m locked out” y/n jiggles the door nob with no avail.  

“I’m having a 'you were right moment.'” Abby says

“Says who?“ you put a hand on your hip.

“Says me.”

“About what, may I ask.”

“About you being a knucklehead sometimes.” She answers back

“Well, I was brilliant before I started to hang out with you. You're rubbing off on me.”

She laughs “common you can stay at mine and we’ll deal with this tomorrow.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. Now come.” They walked over to her house fuck I gave the key to Lev

“Who’s the knucklehead now.”  

“Still you. I have a spear under the mat. “

“Alright, Einstein why don’t you give Lev the spare so you both have your own.” y/n chirps amusedly.

“Shut up.” she says in defeat.

You laugh. “Not so high and mighty now.” You yawn again. Abby opens the door and they walk to the spare bedroom.  

“I’ll go get you extra blankets.”

She leaves and comes back with the blankets and a spare shirt for her to sleep in. She helps y/n get settled in then sits on the bed with her. “If you need anything my room is down the hall, Lev’s room is next to yours"

"Okay, thank you, Abby."

"No problem, good night y/n.”

"Good night Abby."

Abby smiles at her then closes the door. Y/n changes into the shirt before laying down, turning on her side, and falls asleep. When she opens her eyes again she’s at the firefly hospital, everything was dark and there was an alarm blearing in her ears. She looked around to find someone but all she saw were dead bodies.

“Abby! Manny! Nora! Guys!” She walks around looking. “Where are you!” She opens one of the doors and sees all her friend's there dead gunshot riddled body’s lie limply on the floor. “No.” Her voice catches in her throat. “No. No no, no.” Y/n runs over kneeling in front of Abby, setting her on her lap. “Abby, please. Abby, wake up please.” She cries her voice cracking. She quickly turns when she hears a gun cock. She sees a tall older man with a beard and dressed in a plaid shirt and jeans. She raised a pleading hand about to beg for her life but then there was the bang of the gun firing.

Y/n jolts awake gasping for air, tear-streaked face glowing in the moonlight. She panicked a bit when she noticed she wasn’t home then calmed when she remembered she was at Abby’s. Abby. She was okay and alive. Before she could even think properly she was at her bedroom door. She lifts her hand to knock letting it hover there for a second before doing so. She opens the door. “Abby?” She says peaking her head through the crack. How she was thankful at that moment that Abby’s a light sleeper. She turns to face the door.

“Y/n what’s wrong?” She asked voice groggy. If she wasn’t in a state of fear she would have thought she sounded sexy.

“I. I had a nightmare.” Y/n could feel her eyes begin to fill with tears again as the scene of the nightmare flashes in her head. Abby says nothing she just opens the covers as a silent come here which y/n was thankful for. She treks her way in and lays next to Abby who throws the cover over her. Abby pulls her close rubbing a hand down her back in hopes that would help calm y/n down.

“It’s alright y/n you're in a safe place. Do you want to tell me what it was about? Maybe I could help.” Y/n shakes her head no. “Ok that’s alright maybe we can talk about it in the morning if you’d like. Try to get some sleep I’ll be right here, you're safe. “ Y/n takes a deep breath slowly falling back to sleep.

Abby gently rubs her cheek and presses a kiss to her forehead. Maybe lev was right, maybe she did have feelings for y/n.

[cinnaminyoons]

( AUREATE. )

ミ☆ the stars look very different tonight.

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someone said reqUESTS??¿¿ heheheh,,,, youve written some DAMN GOOD fantasy aus so,,,, maybe some mermaid stuff??¿ or honestly just anything that involves the sea JFBSJS im sorry if it's not very specific;; but everything you write is pure gold so u bet imma simp anyway hehEh

when you were young, people thought you had been blessed by the gods. 

even when you become older, travelling far to the big city for your education, they tell their grandchildren of the boy whose gifts couldn’t be human. they whisper stories of how he swam with sharks and dolphins alike, how nobody could beat him in a race on land or in water, and how he could stay underwater for twice as long as their best men and come up to the surface with armfuls of oysters, each of which would have a pearl for the family who bought them.

you didn’t hear the stories they told of you until you were older, but your mother did. you lived with her, just the two of you, in a house atop a hill, and behind your house was the pale yellow shore and the deep blue-green sea. she saw the wary looks some of the townspeople shared when dolphins rose soon after your arrival on the beach—still in her arms, as you were too young to walk on your own—and you began clicking at them, and they clicked and squealed back.

you spent your early days, from morning to evening, playing along the stretch of beach that sat behind your house. sometimes other kids from the further-inland town joined you, but mostly, you played with your own company.

spending time by yourself was better, in quite a few ways. for one, you didn’t have to get pushed around by the bigger kids when they played too rough. two, it meant that you met a new friend.

the memories of him feel foggy when you look back on those years. regardless, you remember being struck by his beauty even as children—large dark eyes with lashes that brushed his cheeks whenever he blinked, hair so black it looked almost blue when it caught the light. his smile was the embodiment of innocence and his laugh was that of an angel’s, chiming high and clear like a bell whenever he pulled you along by the hand.

every day, he promised to meet you again, until he didn’t. he hadn’t told you why he stopped coming; you only knew that his spot where he’d sit at the edge of the pier was empty for years. 

you didn’t know where he lived. you never thought much about it, simply that he was a good playmate and your very best friend, but the one time you did ask, he had replied, the sea is my home. 

you thought him to be so clever—and as he was a year older than you, you put him on a pedestal, as all children do with their elders. when someone new around asked you where you lived or if you were told to run on home before night fell, you said the same thing: the sea is my home. 

of course, they all took it as a joke. careful of that boy, the old woman by the market would chuckle at cocksure tourists when you appeared, small and no older than ten, announcing yourself as their guide. he has spent so much time with the sea that it runs in his blood.

when you come home, you’re no longer a child. you have a degree and a good job way out in the city, which feels so congested and loud once you step onto the empty beach. you’ve been here two whole days and two whole nights to greet your mother and the townspeople who didn’t think you abnormal for your talents. two days, you hope, is enough to be polite, enough to pretend that you don’t hear the ocean calling for you.

you’re sure they won’t mind.

the beach really does feel like home, and it hits you like a tsunami with how much you simply feel. the gentle waves lapping at the shore are the view out the kitchen window, the sand is the carpeted floors, the trees edging the beach are the books your mother keeps around the house. the dawn sky is your roof, and the water becomes your blanket. 

one thing peculiar, however, is the fact that the waves splashing against the shore and the squawking of birds and the rustling of trees aren’t the only sounds. a single, clear voice carries over the wind, high and melodic, swelling and dipping smoothly in a way universally recognisable as a song. no words are spoken, but they aren’t necessary.

instinctively, your feet carry you closer to the source. your sandals swing loosely in one hand and the sand is slightly cold beneath you, but the day will warm soon enough. after a few strides, you squint against a silhouetted figure in the near distance—you don’t really need to, but surprise guides your actions.

you hurry up. the voice is still singing but it’s become a slower hum, evidently calming down from the peak of it. you stand at the far end of the pier from the figure, whose broad shoulders shimmer in the sun from the few stray droplets that race each other down. eventually, they soak into the waistband of the figure’s beige shorts, almost pink in the sunrise.

they stop singing. it’s a slow halt, a fade-to-black, and then it’s just silence separating you. 

they turn their head slightly, almost looking over their shoulder. “i thought you had forgotten about me.”

you swallow around the lump in your throat, approaching with silent steps. “i could never, jin-hyung.”

he smiles. you can’t quite see his smile—he’s not turned around enough—but his cheeks push up slightly. “come sit, then.”

you do so, pausing before you set down your shoes and take a seat next to him, legs dangling off the end of the pier. you push your hair out of your face. you say quietly, “you left so suddenly. where’d you go?”

“i’ve never been the rebellious type.” he shrugs. on another person, it might seem dismissive and rude, but on him, it’s only capable of being elegant. his grace is like it’s ingrained in everything he does. “i wasn’t supposed to talk to you at all. you were my secret for a few years.”

you tilt your head and watch the side of his face, rimmed in pale gold. older now, he’s grown into his features. “why was i your secret?”

“do you ever watch the sun come up?” he asks suddenly, looking east, away from you. the seawater has set in his hair from the wind and the time spent out of the water, forming delicate crystals that look like stars against the sky of his hair. “you used to like dusk better than dawn. do you still?”

you rest your hands on the edge of the faded wood, leaning forward to watch the water lap against the poles holding the pier up. “yeah.”

“why?”

“it meant that night was coming, and i liked looking out my bedroom window to see the stars,” you reply, legs swinging slowly. “night reminded me of you, hyung.”

he smiles, and finally, he looks at you. you feel, distantly, all the breath leaving your lungs. he looks to have been carved out of marble: a perfect, ethereal recreation of all beautiful things mixed together, just as you remember him to be. his eyelashes still brush his cheeks on every slow blink, his eyes still so dark that he never seems to look at you, but through you.

“you are sweet,” he murmurs, shifting closer to you. he closes his eyes when he gives you another smile. “i’m sorry i wasn’t here for you. i wanted to say goodbye. though, i’ve never really liked goodbyes—they always feel so final, like it’s the end of it all. i prefer to make promises. they sound much better, wouldn’t you say?”

“i would.” you can’t make yourself to look away from him. doing so feels like a crime. you find yourself murmuring, “did you think of me?”

he huffs a laugh, rosy lips curving up into a bright smile. “every day i thought of the little boy who looked at me like i was the moon and all the stars. every day i wondered what he might look like, what he might sound like, after so long.” he places his hand on top of yours and squeezes gently, still looking out over the calm blue water. “did you do the same for me?”

“always. you took my gifts—did you like them?” you turn your hand so that part of his palm presses against yours. you lace your fingers together. you put your gifts in a little wooden box below his favourite climbing tree once a week, and in the morning, it would be gone.

“i did,” he says and raises his other hand, shaking his wrist lightly. the small lacquered beads, meticulously carved into an array of his favourite flowers, are fashioned into a bracelet, fastened tight against the skin so it won’t slip off in the currents. “they were beautiful; thank you.”

“always,” you repeat gently. 

he turns to you and leans forward on your entwined hands. so close, you can’t believe he’s so... radiant. his golden skin seems to shimmer, glowing at his edges from the rising sun at his back. he smiles prettily, sweetly, in the same way he used to. you can’t help but melt into his touch when he reaches up and cups your cheek. his hand is warm and familiar. 

“my time with you is never long enough. i promise i'll see you again,” he whispers with those eyes so dark and hypnotising. he leans in until you feel the little puffs of his breath against your cheek. his saline scent engulfs you and it stings less when his lips press against yours in such a way that it steals all the air from your lungs. 

you watch, thoughts hazy, as he draws his hand away from yours, fingertips trailing along the length of your fingers and lingering for a soft moment. he slips beneath the foamy ocean waves, and the last smile he gives you is another promise. 

you can taste the salty sharpness of the ocean on your lips as you keep your gaze trained on the water and the horizon. the sun rises, round and full and coloured a soft romantic gold. 

in the distance, the water parts gracefully. you catch the glint of delicate peach-pink scales against the deep blueness, appearing pale orange in the light, and you smile. 

the sea is my home.

[luukeskywalker]

Also 14 and lawlu ???? Maybe???? Idk

AAAHHH I LOVE YOU... I LOVE LAWLU..... IM ALWAYS LOOKING FOR AN EXCUSE TO WRITE MORE FOR THEM.... also  oopsie daisy! this got away from me :)))

Luffy didn’t like to complicate his life. He had one true goal in mind: that bright, glowing ideal he always strived for - to be the king of the pirates. 

Some might say he gets too side-tracked to have such an impressive goal. He’s too busy helping people, too busy fighting other pirates and marines and really, the rest of the world, but at the end of the day… if he’s king of the pirates, and he didn’t stop along the way to actually, you know, be a pirate - was the whole journey worth it?

Most people didn’t really understand him. That never really bothered him. It was his life to live, in the end. 

And just because he had big dreams, just because he was always running around upheaving hundreds of years of oppression in the making (not usually on purpose - at least, not at first), didn’t mean he never had downtime.

They’d found their way to a cozy little island with huge, brightly colored fish that glittered like gemstones and swam in clear shallow waters. Sanji had set up a picnic of sorts on the beach, and had tasked himself with catching and cooking one of those beautiful fish. He’d roped Zoro and Usopp into it, and the three of them stood there splashing in the water together like idiots as the fish darted away from them. 

Nami, Chopper, and Jinbei were further inland, exploring the large, dense forest that spanned across the whole island. There hadn’t been any sign of people yet, so Nami wanted to try and map out the island herself. But she didn’t want to go by herself, and Chopper thought there was safety in numbers, so Jinbei tagged along as well.

Robin and Franky, and Brook, were on the beach. Brook played a song on his violin, but stopped to laugh every time Usopp squealed when a fish would brush up against his legs. Robin was reading a book and making warm, noncommittal “I’m listening” sounds at Franky as he talked about one of his plans for an upcoming project. 

Luffy sat on the lion’s crest of the Sunny and watched them all through content-half lidded eyes. His crew was his family. For once, they were relaxed and comfortable, and finally had a chance to relax. 

And… Luffy wasn’t alone, up there on the Sunny. He turned and looked to his companion, who was lying down with his fluffy hat covering half of his face, protecting his eyes from the sun. 

Law wasn’t a part of his crew, but he was still there, still comfortable surrounded by pirates not his own, still content to relax in the Strawhat’s presence. 

It made Luffy feel warm. Like he was sunbathing - well, he was technically already doing that. But it was like the sun reached inside of him, into the spots it had no way to touch, and warmed him there. 

He wasn’t stupid. He knew what love felt like. 

He’d felt it before, in moments like this. Peace, calm. He’d felt it in worse moments, too - it was a sharp, hot thing, when he’d seen Doflamingo curled over Law, ready to kill him. It molded itself to Luffy’s heart, changing shape as needed. But it was always there. And now the sun was shining, and his crew were off having a good time together, and soon there would be lots of food for everyone. So Luffy finally said it.

“I love you.” It was easy to say - why wouldn’t it be? After everything they’d been through together, love was the least of their worries. 

Law sat up, suddenly. His hat slid off of his face, but Luffy grabbed it before it could fly overboard. “What?” Law asked, his eyes sharp, as he snatched his hat back from Luffy’s grip. 

Luffy shrugged. “I love you.” He smiled. “You don’t have to love me back.” Of course he wanted Law to return his feelings - who wouldn’t? But Luffy had discovered along the way that love was often used to hurt people. He never wanted his love to hurt Law. And that meant he had to give it with no strings attached. 

“But- “ Law frowned, his face turned red, and he quickly put his hat back on. He turned away, looked out at the sea. “I don’t get it. What - why? Why now?” 

“Why not now?” Luffy laid back down and crossed his arms behind his head, giving him a pillow to rest on. “It’s nice out.” He was happy, and he’d held this inside of him for so long, because it had never felt like the right time. 

Then he’d realized it would never be the right time. So it might as well be when it’s nice out.

“You-” Law was looking at him now, he had to be - but Luffy had his eyes closed. Law was fussy, but he’d get over it. He could handle knowing he was loved. “How long have you loved me?”

“I dunno exactly. A while.” He remembered that sharp pang in Dressrosa, when he thought he’d lost Law for good. Or how it softened to something sweet, a comforting feeling, when Law held him in his arms once it was all over. 

“And you don’t mean like your crew, right.” It wasn’t asked like a question, but it still was. 

Luffy nodded. “Not like my crew. Like - a partner.” Like he wanted to go on adventures with Law, but after the adventures they had a place to return to, together. Like a partner that could travel the world, away from him or by his side, and at the end of the day they had each other. 

A partner he could fight with, like Zoro and Sanji. Or a partner he could listen to or ramble at, like Robin and Franky. A partner he could depend on. A partner that is his equal.

Luffy didn’t say any of this out loud. He didn’t need to.

Law laid back down on his stomach and leaned over Luffy. “How could you say it so - so - like it’s no big deal?” Luffy cracked an eye open to watch Law shake his head. 

“Because… it isn’t a big deal?” Luffy laughed. “I already said you don’t have to love me back. I just wanted you to know.”

“No!” Law groaned, then buried his head - right into Luffy’s chest. “You stupid-” He made a quiet noise of frustration and then picked his head back up. “I can’t believe you said it first. I can’t believe you said it at all. I thought maybe…” He frowned. “Maybe you didn’t have those kinds of feelings.” 

“Well, I’ve never felt like this before.” Luffy spoke up to the sky. “I think you’re the exception.”

Law made a strangled noise and dropped his head back to Luffy’s chest. “I…” his voice was muffled. “I think you’re the exception, too.” 

Luffy’s heart fluttered in his chest. “You love me?” 

Law stilled, took a deep breath, then lifted his head again. He fixed Luffy with a look, then exhaled. “Yeah. I love you.” 

“Was that so hard?” Luffy found himself laughing, suddenly filled with a giddy warmth. “You look like you’re about to throw up.” 

“Maybe I am.” Law said darkly, but let himself be pulled up in Luffy’s arms. He stopped, for a moment, and looked very, very vulnerable. “What… does this mean now?” 

Luffy gave him a thoughtful expression. “I dunno.” He hadn’t really thought this far ahead.

They stayed there in silence for a few moments - Law half dragged into Luffy’s embrace - and then Law started to laugh. 

“This is stupid.” He pulled himself fully upright and disentangled himself from Luffy’s arms. “It’s not a big deal. We can just…” 

He cupped Luffy’s face in his palms and leaned in.

Law’s lips were dry and chapped, and Luffy was certain his must have felt similarly weird, but it was… not bad. 

The kiss lasted only for a second before Law pulled away and made a face. “Huh.” 

“You’d think it’d be more fun, if Zoro and Sanji are doing it all the time.” Luffy shrugged. “Want to try again?” 

“Yeah,” Law said, his smile slowly blooming, “Yeah, I think I do.” 

[callsignbaphomet]

Ok, so, originally this was gonna just be a million fuckin questions, and it'll prooooobably turn into one of those question chains from several months ago. BUT to start I think I can do just like, three. First, tell me ALL about the area in Norway where Jelani was growin up, absolutely anything and everything you can think of about it. Secondly, tell me ALL about babby Jelani! Again just anything and everything you can think of! Lastly, how exactly do those magic weapons work? :o Like, once they're made can anyone grab them? Can he only have one at a time? Stuff like that! Basically just use this as a chance to talk about all those things! :3

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So Jelani was born and raised near what is known as Hammerfest today (woohoo subarctic climate!). Honestly he’s been everywhere and just about seen everything but nothing compares to when he was growing up in that area and watching the Aurora Borealis with family and friends in a comfortable silence while just taking it all in, ya know? Being born in 870 CE meant there was no light pollution so every night the sky always lit up and the stars were so shiny and there were millions and millions of them which was absolutely insane to see and had a lot of significance because of his mom’s culture and their relationship to the stars.

They were close to the coast so there was a lot of fishing and sailing. He was also partial to that area because it was close to the sea and close enough to the mountains where it felt like a happy in between. He’s not a fan of being too far from some source of water. That place was perfect as he could see all kinds of sea dwelling animals like whales and seals, squids though he’s not a fan, he’s kind of scared of squid especially the really big ones he saw every once in a while. He especially liked puffins as a kid since he thought they were kinda silly. Inland he saw his fair share of reindeer, foxes, bears, wolves and otters which he completely fell in love with and still loves as an adult. Show him pictures or videos of otters and he’ll melt, if he sees one irl he’ll practically die from the amount of cute. There were also the more supernatural creatures though he mostly grew up around a lot of werewolves.

Oh! And sure, he’s not a big fan of the sun but even he has to admit that the midnight sun is pretty impressive and beautiful in its own right. It was gorgeous to see it and he did enjoy walking around in the middle of the night and still see the sun out.

Also, despite the location, he was exposed to a lot of different people as the village was flagged as a safe area which saw a ton of traders and all were welcome regardless of who you were or if you were human or non-human. He saw everything and interacted with all sorts of people from the local Sámi People, Middle Eastern, Asian and even other African people. And after his mom found out her family were still alive and well they’d also visit each other when they could. Honestly, his upbringing was kinda fairy tale like.

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qasdxcfgbhn well, Jela as a little kid was always hanging around his parents, grandparents and especially his brother. Since Loke’s 13 years older than him Loke often watched him and played with him a lot, he wasn’t even asked to he just did it because baby brother. Like the instant Lo first saw him it was like love at first sight type of shit. He learned to speak clearly very early on which surprised everyone at how clear and structured his speech was for a kid so young and then they learned he was a very fast learner and really smart and was always curious and asking tons of questions.

Even since he was little he really loved animals so he was always seen chasing after them or somehow petting them and playing with them. Learned to ride and care for horses pretty fast and when he got his own it was like fireworks went off in his head. Even in present day he sees a horse and it’s like instant childhood memories flooding him. Btw his first horse was a mare he named Dagny, just like his ball python in modern times lol, it was a Fjord with a grey coat and a two tone mane and he loved her to bits. Aside from that there was the family dog named River because she loved to swim. He also liked cats but they didn’t have a cat because Loke was scared of them and Sanaa (for different reasons related to another creature) wasn’t fond of them. They don’t hate cats but they’d rather just keep ‘em at arm’s length.

Then teen Jelani who was...I don’t wanna use the word difficult because he wasn’t but let’s just say different for lack of a better word. It was around this time that he was realizing he wasn’t like his family and it actually hurt ‘im a lot. Especially since his mom was an arcane berserker and it was like a huge deal so they all thought he was gonna be one too. So in come the feelings of alienation and the doubts and the semi angst and the moodiness. He was never disrespectful to anyone but he was often moody and often felt down. Around this time he was also learning he had some unique abilities of his own that no one else had and since no one else had them he learned to control them but not without incidents. Not to mention that since he was very little he could see and hear and talk to things that no one else could really see. Some were friendly and others weren’t. Mix in the regular hormonal shit teenagers go through during puberty and it made for a bit of a mess. This kind of “weakened” him and his old self (which he nor anyone else knew of) was starting to rear in and it was kind of scary. He was actually fluctuating between his old personality which was chaotic af and his present self and both seemed to clash a lot. Once this started happening the migraine attacks and the nosebleeds began as well as the sleep paralysis, night terrors, insomnia and the nyctophobia and they all seemed to hit him really hard and suddenly. So all of that mixed in made the ages of 13 through 17 really, really fucking messy.

But family and friends were with him through it all and at 17 and a half he chilled out and learned to control himself and managed to suppress his old self. He’d learned to use and handle his abilities responsibly, still felt a little out of place but his family was sure to always let ‘im know they loved him no matter what and his grandfather especially let him know that his differences weren’t a bad thing and that they made ‘im special. By 18 he was back to his cheerful old self though sometimes he still felt bad about being different but didn’t let it get him down. However, he now had to cope with migraine attacks, night terrors, nyctophobia, random nosebleeds, insomnia and sleep paralysis which he still has even in present day.

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Okay so berserkers are non-humans that have the ability to summon powerful weapons and very sturdy armor from nothing thin air. The armor can take a beating but if they get targeted by a barrage of attacks the armor can break and they’d have to summon the armor again but there’s a cool down of about half an hour so it’s better to hang on to the armor even if broken or get your ass to safety. The weapons don’t break though. Oh and if an armor broke and they summon it again it’ll show up as good as new. Berserkers can summon up to two different weapons so which ones they summon depends on the person’s taste and comfort level.

These weapons can be summoned and dematerialized at will and have no cool down. Anyone can grab them if the berserker it belongs to doesn’t mind though why would a berserker use another one’s weapon unless they wanna be offensive and kill ‘em with their own weapon? It’s not offensive, more like yikes.

Now, since Jelani isn’t a berserker he managed to figure out a way to mimic berserkers’ ability to summon a weapon from thin air though unlike grown up berserkers he isn’t limited to just two types of weapons. For example Loke is able to summon a two headed axe and a bow, nothing more nothing less. Jelani can summon whatever he wants as he can manipulate the shape. His mom’s tribe are partial to glaives so he mainly uses a glaive. His weapons however are made of an unknown material that’s insanely hard and impossible to even crack. His weapons can’t be wielded by anyone other than himself bc as soon as someone else touches them they dematrerialize. It also looks weird, like it’s so dark it swallows all light and no light bounces off of it. He can’t summon armor though so that’s where the blacksmith comes in. His uncle Jørgen made his look like his dad’s and his mom’s.

[testifytime]

do everything for me, you already know about me BUT: im described as "chaotic faggot" by my friends, i have no filter, I can switch from being outgoing to really nervous in a second, i like drawing, dice, and divinitation. i hoard candles and incense, and i like paintball.

- A Pokemon team/type theme (+ fun facts abt your team!)

Your team is full of Poison types! They’re used the most often for rascly lil fucker trainers, so, it fits :3c

Your signature Pokemon is Toxtricity, though your team also consists of Whirlipede, Haunter, Gloom, Toxicroak, and Crobat!

Fun facts!

Your Toxtricity was sent to you by your juggabro. In his words, it’s a “cool Pokemon to fit your aesthetic but keep you on track”. It can be pretty overprotective, but sometimes it turns a blind eye to the more chaotic things you do. 

Your Whirlipede is just an entire baby. Even though it’s got toxic spikes on its shell that COULD kill you, it’s pretty much a lapbug. You just have to try and remind it to be careful before it goes in for snuggles. 

Your Haunter and Gloom actually kind of hate each other! Having them out at the same time often ends up with you either getting paralysed or put to sleep. They’re super sweet when they’re apart, though, and both LOVE scritches. 

Toxicroak used to be really loveydovey when it was a Croagunk, but now it acts like it’s too cool for school. It’s really not. If you pay more attention to another Pokemon it WILL jab you in the stomach. And then it’ll pretend like it totally wasn’t even because it was jealous. 

Your Crobat is the sweetest of the bunch!! It likes to collect (read: steal) things for you that it thinks you’ll like, and is almost always attached to your back out of its Pokeball. Sometimes without you wanting it to be. It can be a bit of a pain, sometimes. 

- Bloodcaste/lusus/chumhandle as if you were a Homestuck troll (+lore)

You’re a purpleblood with a seaserpent lusus! Your chumhandle is acquiredTalisman. 

You live with your lusus in a hive that boarders where the jungle forest ends and the beach begins. It’s a pretty popular spot for violetbloods, admittedly, but it’s also the only place your giantass Seaserpentdad can actually fit; the mouth of the river is deep and leads directly out into the ocean, where he spends most of his time. The hive itself is pretty cluttered - because man, you suck at keeping shit tidy - and filled to the brim with your dice collections, your religious paraphenalia, and all the random junk you’ve stolen (of which there is a lot). 

You have a few interests, of which the main is your religion. You’re a diviner of sorts, oddly sought out by your fellow purplebloods to tell them what their purpose is in life as stated by the Great Mirthful Messiahs. You’re not entirely sure that they really do speak through you, but your readings are scary-accurate, and not only does it mean that you’ve made more friends, but you’ve made a fuck tonne of money, too. You’re more fond of practicing with your friends, or on your own, sneaking what you can beneath your lusus’ snout; so far, he hasn’t seemed to question the candle collection you have, or the alter with the Faygo bottlecaps, or the cards, or pendulum made from a grubbone you got from one of your customers. Actually, he hasn’t noticed much of anything? You’re hesitant to go TOO far, but you do like pushing at what you can get away with every now and then. 

On top of that, you love to draw - mostly as a form of worship, but also just for fun with your juggabros. You send drawings back and forth, even though you’ve never been able to meet them, and it’s pretty fun! You hope one day that you can get them to your favourite hangout spot to cause a little chaos - which usually means trashing the violetbloods’ rich boy shit and stealing things you know they’re too proud to tattle about. You don’t... always remember doing those things? But you definitely remember the amount of violetbloods that give you nasty glares whenever you walk past. It’s okay, though. You have a rifle and you’re not afraid to use it.

Beyond that, though, you’re... kind of lonely. There’s nobody that you really consider a friend around you, and when your friends do visit you, it’s only every few months. Having all those customers and the nasty violetbloods hanging around is great, sure, but... sometimes you wish you could move your hive closer inland to be near your juggabros. You could, you guess. But then where would your lusus go?

Your lusus is kind of ridiculously huge. You really couldn’t miss him even on the horizon, his giant form standing stark against the two moons. Not that he spends a whole lot of time above the water, though. He pretty much only comes back to get fed and throw a fit if he sees any of your purpleblood customers hanging around. 

- Symbol/guardian/chumhandle as if you were a Homestuck kid (+lore)

Your symbol is a and your guardian is your big bro! Your chumhandle is augmentedTemptation.

You and your older bro kick it in a sweet lil bottom-floor apartment. It’s kinda dingy, kinda shitty, but it’s the best he can afford and you’re not really one to complain when you know how hard he works just to keep the leaky roof over your head. It’s got everything you want out of a home, anyway; separate bedrooms, tiny bathroom, sweet hangout pad that doubles as a kitchen (which you’ve got a curtain draped over so that it looks like they’re two rooms) - it’s pretty neat. It’s also got a fire escape out the back and easy access to the lobby doors that’re easy to pick, so you figure it’s kinda home. 

You absolutely fucking love to play paintball. You’ve got a painball gun that you maybe stole from the store once, and a couple pellets you’ve been buying for cheap online whenever you have the money. You don’t... actually have anyone to play with, but hey, cop cars make a great target. It feeds into your general need for chaos, which isn’t limited to - but has involved - petty theft, breaking into cars, and spray painting defametory phrases against racists and homophobes on billboards. You’ve never actually been caught. Okay, you got caught once, but you’re really good at crying. You’re pretty sure your bro doesn’t know about that.

You like to practice witchy shit in your spare time. You’ve got altars set up for your patrons, and a candle collection that you really don’t know that you’re ever gonna burn through. Plus, incense! Your bro kind of hates the smell, but you just crack open a window and it’s like he doesn’t even know. You’ve also got a pretty fair collection of crystals, but that’s more because people just keep giving them to you? It’s wild what they’ve thought were just normal rocks, and you’re pretty sure some of your collection could sell for a pretty buck, but they make way better offerings. 

Of course, you also love to talk to your friends online. You have a bunch! You’re pretty easy to get on with, you think, so you end up just kinda collecting people into one giant group of friends that never stops growing. You share art, play games, chat, make them worried sick when you do dumb shit - it’s great. 

Sometimes at dusk you like to go up to the roof of the apartment block you and your bro live in and stand right on the edge. It’s so high up you can see around for miles, and everything below you looks like a speck of dust beneath your feet. The stars twinkle above you in the darkening sky, just barely visible, and you think, every now and then, that you are very, very small. 

- A FNAF animatronic design and name

You’re a broken down animatronic, probably one of the earliest of your kind. Maybe even a prototype? Nobody really remembers anymore. You’ve just kind of always been there, at the back of the store, half a body and more coherent than people expect you to be, but never fully quite there. Your head lulls back and forth, your arms moving sluggishly, and in order to get around, you drag yourself across the floor.

You can speak, but not by much. It’s glitchy and switched out more often than not, absolutely terrifying to hear in the dark - but you’re a pretty sweet soul, all things considered. The few who’ve been brave enough to slip back behind the old, abandoned doors, past the cobwebs and through the narrow halls, who haven’t run at the first sight of you, tell tales of a sweet carcass who seemed more scared of being found than anything else. 

There are a couple kids who routinely come back to visit you. They like to give you things they’ve found outside the pizzaria, mostly coins and old dice and things that smell sweet to try and cover up how musty you are. 

You’ve never hurt a soul the entire time you’ve been there, but your reputation has been built on the whispers of kids who’ve seen the rotting maw of your muzzle, the glint of your endoskeleton and the shine of your eyes in the dark. They call you Thing - as if giving you a name will make you come to life. 

The ones that know you better call you Peppi. 

- A BNHA Quirk and hero title

Your Quirk is Corroding Touch. Despite its name, and how terrifying it sounds, your quirk is pretty simple! Anything you touch wastes away, and you can control how far along its own personal timeline it decays through. For instance, you could touch a flower and have it start wilting, and stop there on its timeline - or you could have it waste away to a point that it decays completely and turns to mush. 

The drawback here is that what you’re doing is essentially speeding up a natural process. Things that don’t waste away without outside forces - such as rocks through erosion - won’t be affected by your quirk. Things that live very long lives before decaying - such as turtles - will take up a lot more of your time to speed them through their natural timeline. Finally, you can’t reverse what you’ve done. Once you’ve sped it through its natural timeline, there’s no going back; another quirk will have to undo the effects.

Of course, it also means that if you plant an oak seed, instead of waiting hundreds of years for it to grow into an oak tree, you can just use your quirk to speed up the process. So it’s a good-bad thing!

Your hero title is the Wasteful Hero: Corrosion. You’re a sort of last-resort hero, and you don’t like being in the limelight. Your quirk is dangerous if not handled correctly, so you work on a team with another hero who has a counter-effective quirk to yours (essentially Hyper Growth!). A lot of civillians are scared of you, but that’s okay. You know that what you do is important, and that your ranking doesn’t matter so long as you’re saving lives.

You are a little bitter, though, that your partner is several ranks ahead of you.

[smokeyloki]

There were a few things you needed to know about Alabaster.  Four things, exactly.

Firstly, he was a pirate, through and through.  Secondly, he was a elf.  His sharper features and pointed ears testified to this.  None of this “half-elf” business was to be spoken around him.  Half-elves never got a good rep, and he wanted no part in it.  Thirdly, and tied to Number Two, was that his name was Alabaster.  Not “Albert” or some mundane, grossly human name that he might’ve received at the orphanage he had run from.  Out here on the sea, he was Alabaster.  And fourthly, he had no need of friends.  He had comrades among his crew, a family on this ship.  He had no acquaintances, no pen pals, no connections beyond the safe haven of this ship. 

Not that anyone believed Fact Number Four.  Not with the way he paced the narrow deck of the schooner, ears flat against the sides of his head, hands wrapped behind his back. 

A few lazy members watched on as Alabaster wove between the two masts, pausing every now and again to look back on the horizon, to the fuzzy blob of inland that was vanishing into the blue expanse.  Even just seeing it made his blood boil.  Those..inhuman scum...!

“Albert,” the captain called, opening a cabin door.  Alabaster spun on his heel, ears swiveling to the sound of his captain’s barking voice.  He paced across the deck, coming to a halt with a curt nod and a disgusted frown on his face.

“I’ve told you not to call me that-” he grumbled.

“Does it look like I care?” The captain jabbed a thumb to the shadowed hallway beyond the little door. “You can go and see ‘im now, if you’d like.”

Alabaster peeked around the captain, and with another nod, he ducked into the hall.  The wooden floorboards creaked and rocked beneath his feet, but he neither noticed nor cared.  The continuous roll was as familiar to him as the air he breathed.  Brine and salt sat heavily in the little hallway, mingling with the faint tendrils of cooking meat and gravy from the galley.  It was a well-worn path to the captain’s quarters, and Alabaster knocked once before letting himself in. 

“Good morning, Fishy,” he mumbled as a greeting.  He reached for a lamp, turning up the wick, throwing his shadow along the wall in a discordant dance.  Then he turned to face their guest, taking him in with a long stare.  Perhaps it was rude, but it wasn’t every day one saw a merman without his tail. 

His real name was Adrian, some merman that Alabaster had stuffed in a barrel, once, before he had won over the favor of the entire crew and Alabaster had been forced to release him (it definitely wasn’t because the half-elf had a soft spot for him).  But Adrian was a far cry from the snarky merman who had managed to befriend a band of pirates.  Alabaster had been forced to half-drag him off that bit of island, with Adrian hanging off his side, damp, shell-shocked...

...he was still shell-shocked, if his silent, still posture was anything to go on. 

“We’re on course for Sashafya,” Alabaster tried again.  He scooched the lamp across the table, as if this would help warm the young man.  His earrings glinted in the candlelight.  

Again, he was met with silence.  Adrian was dressed in dry clothing pulled from some corner of a crewman’s closet.  His feet - legs and feet were so odd to see on him, since Alabaster knew he was a merman - had been covered in a pair of Alabaster’s own boots.  But his hair was still damp.  His wrists sported chafed rings from the rope that had bound them.  And his expression was something distant and unreadable. 

“...Adri?  You in there?” 

Alabaster waved a hand in front of Adrian’s face.  No response.  Hardly so much as a blink. 

He stepped back, crossing his arms, then grabbed the glass of water sitting by the lamp. 

“Here, Fishy.  Some good ol’ water.  How about you-”

Adrian jerked, his hand and arm flying out and knocking the cup from Alabaster’s outstretched hand.  It tumbled to the floor, smashing the glass across the floor with a sound that made Adrian jerk again.  He gasped, pulling his head down and tugging at his wet hair, trying to make himself small in the desk chair. 

Alabaster stared at him a long moment.  An ear twitched.  

“...I’ll clean up this.  And get you more water, I guess.  Or maybe..” he paused to examine Adrian again. “...something stronger.”

Yeah..some whiskey might be more helpful in a situation like this, though it wasn’t like it mattered to Alabaster.  No!  He just didn’t want the captain to blame him for getting glass on his cabin floor!  

He didn’t have friends.

Fact Number Four, remember? 

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Adrian belongs to @supesofherown

Alabaster (Albert) belongs to myself

[ghjdeacon]

The longer I put it off the more difficult it becomes, so I’m going to have to get on and write this blog if I like it or not. Please excuse all the errors, I try and correct them as I go along but it’s sometimes hard to spot them! Even though they’re obvious .

Here I am in a place called Saly which is a small resort town about an hour and a half south of Dakar. Victor has gone to Bamako for work and for a short period I considered going as well. After all I’ve never been to Mali and Nicky Fenton is there. but I can’t go anywhere as I have no passport, it’s being processed for a Visa at the Guinean embassy.

To recap, After dropping David off at leyoune airport, I spent a couple of days with Robert Powell and then sped through the rest of Western Sahara to the border with Mauritania. What a scruffy place The whole experience was pretty unpleasant but the gap between Morocco and Mauritania was as bad a road as I have driven on and literally covered in crap in plastic bags and bottles et cetera! Needless to say they were fixers there which I didn’t really need but who were actually quite useful but I find myself stuck with a fellow all the way to najinhibbou which is just over the border. I say just over the border but more like 50 km at the end of a long spit. It is a very busy port town and bustling! And very hot with millions of cars and chaotic roads. I am rescued by a fellow called Omar who claims to be a teacher but like most of The disarmingly friendly strangers who meet you (rather than the other way round,) they are after the money in my pocket nevertheless he is very friendly and we have an amusing evening together, and I cannot fault him for his friendliness.

Conscious that Mauritania isa big country but only have 10 days to get through it I don’t want to hang around especially if I get the information and meet somebody who is going to go with me to go and see inland(The customs man was only going to give me three days to transit the country and! I had to persuade him to give me more time in case I wanted to stay and see the country! As it turns out he was right and I was wrong there is nothing to see in Mauritania .

The road is pretty easy to follow but it’s broken pavement and some of the potholes are dreadful requiring very careful concentration to avoid breaking anything, but there is plenty of wide open space alongside the road to pull off and kip for the night

Nouakchott turned out to be a pleasant surprise there is money in the cashpoints more than half the time (that is cif you can find one and there are plenty around) it was not insanely hot, there was a supermarket near where I was staying in and then traffic was not too chaotic". Overall a whole lot better than that place I could never spell on the Mauritanian border, I. After a night and day resting I set off for the border with Senegal 7 hours or more further self. I camped in the most amazing place in the middle of nowhere but had rather a good journey down aiming for the crossing that was not at Rosso that is the western crossing the Western crossing point going to the Darwwing National Park which is also very impressive here the road is rough and would be impossible in the winter or when there is any rain. For some reason the journey takes forever, maybe I have taken the odd wrong route, or stopped longer than expected on the way, or simply I have just underestimated the distance but it’s quite pleasant and eventually reach the frontier barrage across the river Senegal.

It all sounds so simple in the guidebooks. the books say it cost nothing and is manageable yet everybody expected A wedge ofmy money! I don’t mind too much but it would be nice to know in advance so you are carrying the right amount of change and then prepare for it rather than eking out every coin in your pocket or door! But after about three hours im through and on my way to Saint Louis the northern town of Senegal. Yet again, I am helped by some fixer I did not want and have to get him into town to give him some cash I didn’t have, but to be honest he was still quite helpful and take him to the hotel deal with the camp for the night.

St Louis is a bustling fishing town and very charming in its way. But I can’t hang around because I only have a three day pass which I have to get extended down in Dakar before I can do anything else so again, the next evening I set off. One of the golden rules is not to drive at night in Africa for all the reasons you can imagine. I am quite uncomfortable doing so except for two things. If you leave late enough there is no traffic on the road and you can avoid the real hassle as most people are home. for me traffic and bicycles and pedestrians all mixed together is the worst thing. Secondly you can see vehicles coming along way away because nowadays they tend to have loads of work, thirdly I don’t feel too tired at night and if I do I stop i’m set up camp straight away, and you won’t be plagued by onlookers: also, if you happen to have lots of police checkpoints they will either be pleased to see you will be asleep so you can drive on and finally you end up in the right place in the right order, in the dark now before the traffic really got going. So having had a peaceful drive listening to an audible book I got to the port of data where I need to be before the traffic was up and so could find a parking place and was ready for action.

The only problem was I’ve been directed to go to the wrong place! But people are very friendly and helpful and a chap helped me get a taxi and then watched over my car in the car park and sent me on my way to the Axa building to get my pass extended. All very straightforward as it turned out and nobody wanted any backhanders. So I was quite pleased

Then it was just a question of finding out where Victor lives and heading off in that direction. Which I managed not to do getting into all the traffic! But I eventually got to Ngor and with a whole bunch of help , his house.

Since then, which I think was Tuesday last I have been staying with Victor, and Nicole and having a very peaceful time just doing the odd chore-andthere are plenty of them much to my frustration, and the amazement of some. Of note (David take note in particular) the blinking wing mirror dropped out on the journey down and I had to get it replaced. I hadn’t realised how vulnerable I feel notbeung abBeing able to seel behind me properly so I was very keen to get it done immediately. So with victors driver we set off and can you believe it, I was stopped twice by the police twice in about 200 metres and the second one fined me for having a broken wing mirror even as we were talking to the chap who is going to mend it and heconfiscated my driving license until I pay the fine! In retrospect it’s stupid and rather amusing but at the time was One of the long snakes on the board and cause me deep, deep frustration. But, I eventually Got the mirror (retro Visa) repaired and I’m good to go again. I’ve even had the van washed and cleaned out so it is neat and tidy and now it’s just a question of waiting for my visas to be approved or not.

But yesterday I heard the border between Senegal and guinea may be closed and that changes things significantly. The question is is Guinea-

Victor and Nicole but they have been quite superb to me and insist upon me relaxing and enjoying myself, and I think they are right in fact I am feeling much better having been here for a few days and I’m not so achy and stiff as I was. I am inclined to write something about Parkinson ‘s soon and will do so. This is not to extract any sympathy from anybody or anything like that but just to explain to people who don’t know about Parkinson is what it does and how it feels. And putting right once and for all the curious British tradition of always asking how people are and getting the response “I’m fine thank you“ when half the time you’re feeling like death warmed up! I’m not feeling like death warmed up by the way but you know what I mean.

And it’s taken me for ever to do this much so I’m going to stop if you’ve even got this far reading it

[bugsrepellsgant]

OKIE ive been kicking this au around my brain for months so here’s an outline or whatever

WORKING TITLE: toki and pickles travel cross country to california like kermit and fozzie in the muppet movie OR toki and pickles do america

TL;DR toki and pickles are both 17-ish, the year is 199X, theyre hauling ass to socal to audition for SnB, but instead they accidentally get dethklok together and fall in love :-)

pickles has freshly stepped out and couch surfed his way to greenbay, and just managed to scrape together enough cash for a bus ride to minneapolis (going east to go west is counterintuitive and dumb but so is american public transport) BUT THEN

toki’s one-ish year out of home, has scraped together enough money working for runke to apply for a passport but once he gets to the offices oh no!!! he doesn’t have any proof of citizenship! and he’s a minor! aw fuck now he’s gotta stow away on an oil tanker cus staying isnt an option (yes this is paddington now)

he lands in boston harbor, gets far enough inland on foot and by ferry until he reaches GREEN BAY, WI and he’s a day or two of panhandling away from meeting the ticket fee BUT THEN

its friday night which means its fucking college football night which means SHITTY COLLEGE BROS HAVE DESCENDED UPON THE CITY!

pickles gets briefly needled for being short and ginger but u know he Lives hes been getting this kind of shit forever. HOWEVER toki is immediately singled out as a funny lookin, high voiced, gnome hat weirdo with an accent and he’s trying to laugh along ??? ha ha?? but its so Bad and pickles feels Bad but he’s gotta get outta here-

Oh God one of the bros tried to to take toki’s guitar away and toki flipped shit and its a fight now!! he’s outnumbered but our boy pickles intervenes!!! they’re winning? OH GOD SOMEONE CALLED THE FUCKING COPS

escape! safe; breathless in an alley; “hey whats yooooour name???” “toki!” “heheheheh toke-ki >B-)” “?????” “im pickles” “you namesed pickle???? ‘,:-/“ bla bla bla oh u play guitar? i play drums but i like guitar too there’s a band in LA i wanna play for ya wanna come with???

a car is obtained at... some point

and OH BOY DOES HE!

a long series of shenanigans occur! our boys get stopped, turned around, detoured, misdirected, all kinds of classic farce bullshit, later on we make and pick up friends at pitstops! a fellow highschool dropout with a killer voice in kissimmee, the best guitarist youve heard in your life dodging swedish mandatory service in chicago, a dude with the stankiest bassline (and feet) that side of the mississippi in the texas panhandle, a TOTAL buzzkill geek of a harvard freshman on summering at his family villa near denver, a cool headed, smart as hell, fuckin julliard composer in training who produces music FOR FUN visiting her family in downtown phoenix.

oh my GOD what is seth fucking DOING HERE is that lady his GIRLFRIEND is she PREGNANT what the HELL GO HOME IF YOU TELL MOM WHERE WE ARE ILL KILL YOU DEAD

seth’s also hanging out with this other guy who seems...... cool? you think? fun, talented, good at guitar like both our boys, pickles’ kinda guy to be honest? there’s something about him thats hard to trust though.

sharing hotel rooms, sleeping in truck beds, they get curious about each others lives? pickles clocked toki as a weird hick at first blush, and tbh he was right but? he went to highschool with farm kids and knows farm kid-weird from weird-weird and toki’s WEIRD-weird. and sweet. and funny. the polaroid in toki keeps of a man and a woman, the man in a reverend’s hat, makes pickles scared to ask. especially since toki’s been cool enough to mind his own business.

toki’s fascinated by pickles’ bouts of righteous anger. unlike runke, his rage has energy and intent, and the stunt he pulled in green bay was so nice and so COOL! he’s one such real cool guy with a cool leather jacket and cool hair... but Why is he so mad all the time? why does he drink so much, it doesnt even taste good? why does he STEAL drinks when they have no money? what happened to toki’s nice, cool, brand new friend pickle? something like what happened to toki? but? pickles is so Cool and Nice and NORMAL and toki is so Weird and Stupid and Wrong in ways toki’s horrified to let him discover. its better not to ask him, he guesses.

feelings get stronger as all the bad things come to light. crying hugs are had. pickles drops what was going to be bus money on a replacement V for toki and toki drops his panhandling dough on a goldtop for pickles.

WE FINALLY GET TO LA AND......? what the fuck

the glam/hair scene is dead in the water. Snakes n Barrels supernova’ed. no more audition. no more career. shit shit shit.

but all the friends weve made along the way are here for our boys! they’ll just start their OWN BAND!!!! TAMPA! MORDHAUS! DETHKLOK’S A-GO!! everythings comin up milhouse!

our boys are Officially *an item* and they ride into the sunset together, stirrup to stirrup, side by side. big gay kiss. the end :-)

OTHER THINGS THAT HAPPEN:

amber goes into labor during one of seth’s drop in visits and everyone gets emo about family as a concept, pickles and seth gave a heart to heart, no one is too metal for feelings when the baby comes bc life is beautiful

magnus pulls some scary/mean bs but its nothing too awful and theres forgiveness and lessons learnt and stuff.

the duel! but theres THREE GUITARISTS?????!!!!!!!!!! MAYBE FOUR?

toki and pickles will both have religious drama but pickles’ drama is more of a sidenote in his list of Issues (pickles’ family is probably catholic and i was raised catholic and i GOTTA project. i GOTTA)

lgbt themes because IM GAY and THEYRE GAY PRRRRBBBBT

murderface? finds love?? GAY LOVE???

this post is too long g-g-g’byeeeee!

[rnainframe]

im still a lil in the dark on the gaia stuff, could you give me a list of the species so i know what to ask about?

so far we haveee

Dalikoe - Elves! Hot, Cold, Wet, Dry, Pure, Dark, and Urban.

Changelings! I’m hopefully going to make variations of these, as well. Called Antroux/Antrouxe in Gaian.

Nykts! Same here. So far there’s Dim and Ink.

Kalelie! Sea critters.

Fyaide! Fairies! 

Demons! We have Imps, Sytaise (split into Vesele and Agare)

Ptostie! Bird tiger things!

Cabalie! Legendary creatures that can change into a human form. More common than you’d think. 

Hybrids! Combinations of any of the main races (Daliko, Human, Cabali) and a more bestial half. Called Yvirma/Yvirmae in Gaian.

Androids! AI!

Humans! Kinetics! Magi! Also called Anthim/Anthime in Gaian.

Divines! Ethereals!

Seraphe! Winged people!

Nebulae! Starry people.

Ocrus! Three-eyed, centaurian people.

Skorache! Buglike people living alongside Dalikoe.

Frigeoe! Silendian lions.

Vathorce! Abyssal mer people.

Protosire! Guardians, reincarnating vessels that watch over and embody one of 13 different things.

areas in gaia to add things toooo

Gaia - The planet! Patron is Gaia. 

Silenda - Northern with a lot of evergreen forests and colder climates. Like a mix of Canada and Russia? Patron is Vasilias.

Tera - Southern and coastal, split into two major cities. One is more inland and very greasy. The other is on the coast and very nice and good? Patrons are Chroma and Malik.

Pantheon - Where the Divines live, a sect of Aithum, the Ethereal Plane. Lead by Vasilias.

Medium - A place in tune with nature while having a tense relationship between the human and cabali populations. Patron is Animula.

Levis - A high-tech place currently under control by a bigoted asshole, unfortunately. Patron is Xencia. 

Caterva - Owned by @undeaddarude! Patron is Pechrima!

Astra - A traveling city in the form of a giant submarine, adrift through Vathquo, Gaia’s ocean. Patron is Psema.

Legium - The continent where Gaia’s native races live. Much larger than Semul, but not divided into different countries. Patron is Xodry.

Ilmer - The sun. People do live here, actually! Patron is Soleil.

Unox - The larger twin moon. Patron is Lev, half of Levin.

Nycto - The smaller twin moon. Patron is Vin, half of Levin.

Diemer - The Heavens, an ethereal plane in the day sky where Seraphe are born. Patron is Meridian.

Asteros - The Cosmos, an ethereal plane in the night sky where Nebulae are born. Patron is Cygnus.

Exizo - The Nothing, a plane full of Dark Matter and nothingness where bad souls are banished to. Patron is Kuo.

Quefyg - The Shelter, where Felicity watches over children who perished before they were meant to before they’re ready to return to the living. Patron is Felicity.

Fluisi - The River, where souls go to be guided into their next destination. Patron is Zios.

Aithum - The Ether, the plane where Divines and Ethereals live.

Zoita - The Plane, where mortals live. Often mixed up with Zota. Patron is Kalypxi.

Pnevus - The After, where most souls go post-mortem. Patron is Thatem.

Zota - The Energy, a minor plane where familiars come from. Patron is Riamh.

Vathquo - The Deep, the main ocean of Gaia. Patron is Ladezra. 

Deisi - The Cove, a general name for various unaffiliated islands and structures throughout Vathquo. Patron is Nitas.

Semul - The continent where most of humanity lives. Contains Silenda, Tera, Medium, Levis, Caterva, and Astra.