#lili posts about writing?
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
crenna · 8 months ago
Text
so after weeks of writer’s block i’m having the time of my life and guess what i’m doing? studying for an exam.
this course is for my creative writing studies and this one text about taking care of your creativity really resonated with me: try new things. go to places you usually don’t visit. take time to just be and think and experience.
it’s so easy to get comfortable in busy everyday life and not stopping to be present and try new things but it’s so important?? like if i’m doing the same three things every day and spending my nights rewatching my favorite shows of course i’m not feeling too creative.
so do something you usually don’t, try a new thing, think outside the box, because it’s fun and helps with getting inspired!! 💕
8 notes · View notes
itsybitsybatsyspider · 8 days ago
Text
Tumblr media
When I think of all the times I said 'yes' for you And I walked into the wind 'cause I adored you Well, I wish for once to turn this game around Say, "I guess it's your turn to find me now." Will you meet me in Vienna? Oh, it won't wait forever
77 notes · View notes
musee-de-muse · 2 months ago
Text
Anar'alah Belore
DWC November 2024 Day 4: Surrender/Tranquil OC: Lilliana Whitedawn, Sin'dorei "Felblood" @daily-writing-challenge Art Source, Artist
Tumblr media
The long, lean blonde rode the path to the Whitedawn estate at a slow trot... closing her eyes, giving Tiberius the reins - old as he was, the faithful charger knew his way home well enough. She could feel the heat of the afternoon sun prickling at her skin, as her leathers grew warm... and for a moment, she let herself simply bask in the sun, drinking in the scent of a garden in bloom – pausing only a moment to enjoy a spot of shade beneath orange and yellow leaves.
That's when she saw it – the crimson strider heading towards her at practically break-neck speed - which could only mean one thing. She swung a leg up and over the massive equine, hopping down to brace herself as the bird came careening towards her.
“Minn'da!” The bird was upon her in no time – as was her daughter - the feathered creature having grown just as much as Caitiri had since she'd first received the bird as a gift... and a lesson in responsibility.
It still knocked the wind out of her, as the girl practically flung herself from the bird as it came to a halt – throwing her arms around her mother as she slammed into her, the older of the two rocking on her heels. She'd forgotten just how much bigger Caiti was now... no longer a little girl she could pick up in her arms and swing around; no longer climbing all over the couch with her mother, pretending to make Lily walk the plank – she would be a teenager in the next year. That thought alone made her chest tighten - and as she settled back onto her feet, she squeezed the girl tighter.
Caitiri squirmed, “Alright, alriiiiight -” wriggling her way out of her mother's arms, scrunching her nose up at the woman, “It hasn't been that long...” As if she hadn't been the one to race out to meet her mother, “Can I go back with you to Dornogal?”
And there it was. Lily supposed that, after all, this was not only her fault for bringing Caitiri along to the Dragon Isles, but... this was her daughter, after all... and they were cut from the same cloth. The heavy exhale through her nose was enough to see the preteen's features immediately crinkle in anticipation of the “No” that sound often preceded.
“Caitiri... this isn't like it was in the Dragon Isles. For one... I mean, you know that Eryth is busy – the Dragon Isles might be safe, for now, but we're not his only family – there's much the dragons still need to tend to. And he's really the only person I would trust to watch over you in a place like Dornogal – the only being powerful and trustworthy enough to keep an eye on my most precious treasure, hm?” She flicked the girl's nose, earning a faux-grimace, and a huff as the girl rubs at the spot. “Besides, it's more dangerous, as well. Even if Erythraestrasz were free to spend time with you and I every moment of every day... I still don't know if I would allow it. The things happening out there... not even the main city can truly be considered safe – and it's not peopled and guarded by dragons, either, like last time.”
The girl's crestfallen expression ate at her, as she brushed a strand of brunette hair back behind her daughter's long, slender ear, “I know... the taste of a 'no' on my tongue wounds me, as much as you.” How she hated those words – her own youth was not so far gone as to dull the memory of the ache of hearing such things, herself; no child likes the feeling of being left behind - of not being "enough," yet.
The young Sin'dorei rolls her eyes, however, and turns on a heel - to re-mount her bird – her mother quickly moving to do the same with her own steed, “It's so boring here with Aunt Ci. She's so stuffy, and never lets me do anything fun.”
By the Light, but it was like her own memory come to life... the brown hair, the sullen expression, and the open complaints about her aunt – it was all too familiar. But at least, with all the years that had passed, Lilliana had made peace with the Aunt who had raised her. She had been a child that Cecily hadn't expected – the woman and the child having lost a brother, and a father, respectively... and neither were prepared for the hardships to come. Cecily had been harsh... even cruel in her expectations and punishments – but she, too, had been lost in grief, with the responsibility of a child thrust upon her that she hadn't asked for – and they had both suffered for their inability, and eventual unwillingness, to work things out. But they were all the family each other had – and with time, and a concerted effort – they had reconnected, worked through the pains of Lilliana's own childhood... and she could confidently say that she felt safe with entrusting her own daughter to her Aunt "Ci," these days. The woman might be stern, and demanding – but she was no longer a broken woman, tormented with loss, struggling to raise a young child she'd never asked to bear responsibility for.
"You know, what she's teaching you is important... though I admittedly didn't enjoy having to sit around learning most of it, either. Some battles are won by blade, arrow, and spell... and others are won with wit, words, and poise." And a little bit of cheating, if a certain red-haired rogue had instilled anything into the towering blonde during their time together - but that was a lesson that could wait until Caitiri was a little bit older, herself.
“Yeah, yeah. Whatever.” Typical of a twelve year old, the frustrated mutter – but she let her daughter have this moment of frustration. To be a child on the cusp of her teen years, denied what seems like the adventure of a lifetime? She could mutter under her breath a bit, as a rebellious little treat.
Lilliana urged her steed forward, to ride alongside her daughter perched upon her bird, and the girl shot her a frustrated look – brows pinched, lips pressed flat - before simply prompting, “Well... tell me about it, at least! It's a brand new place! No one's EVER been there, right? Do the Dwarves really eat rocks? Do they all live in caves? I bet that's why there's so many spiders.”
The sun kissed her leather-clad shoulders anew, as they rode out from under the overhanging branches, closing in on their home, while Lily simply listened – allowing her daughter to chatter, the woman answering the occasional question peppered in along the way - allowing herself to enjoy the tranquility of the moment. This moment that never should have been, with a child she'd never planned for. Caitiri had been an “accident” – the child herself not the mistake, so much as the time spent with the man who had fathered her - but for as much as she had long regretted letting him woo her... the one good thing that that bastard Dayne had ever done, was to leave her this child that made her heart sing – that gave her hope not just for herself, but for a brighter Azeroth, in time.
But first... they had to save Azeroth – and that... that she would not tell her only child - the weight of the world would be her mother's to bear.
22 notes · View notes
Text
Tumblr media
evil doodle ft. my hsr insert oc and Sunday
31 notes · View notes
rottin6 · 9 months ago
Text
mdni. 18+ | bartylily. @sommerregenjuniluft i truly hate u cw: smut [spit kink, cockslapping, facefucking + name calling]
barty's hand is somehow wrapped in lily’s hair to the point where she can’t move and her fucking neck aches. his flexed veiny forearm sends her a shove that buzzes in her head. she breathes out a moan while keeping her eyes closed. it's all so much, in such a delicious way, and she obeys by opening her mouth when she sees that familiar motion of him pulling her head back. as expected, a thick tip scrapes against her taste buds and smacks against her hanging tongue before plunging down her throat.
lily gives a sharp lurch. as he fucks her face and moves her around like a fleshlight, she drools from the corners of her mouth. very much a willing and obedient toy for barty. his hips buck to meet her, pushing his cock inward with every thrust, regardless of how much she suppresses and works through her gags. it moves quickly. as he uses her, that aching in her spine gets worse. he watches her reaching her highest potential and pushing herself to the highest. barty knows she’s going to push off the second she grasps his thighs, so he decides for her by folding over and pulling himself out. before the pressure collapses, a thick thread of cum and spit tie the two of them together, glossing lily’s legs and chest like a satin ribbon. she loves it harsh, so he’ll give it to her harder and harder, over and over. 
he jerks back her neck and pulls back his hand, slamming it violently into her ass cheek. it comes off harsher than it is, and lily’s skin burns right away. her sex bursts with elation, spilling across her bare thighs and onto the floor as she cries out. barty gives her another one, slapping her in the same place with the tips of his fingers, harder than the last, intensifying the pain each time, as if he wasn't happy with the first. she whimpers when it hits, pulling away instinctively, but the hold on her hair is tight. 
he tells her, "look at me," but she’s not quite ready for that. breathing deeply through her nose while her pussy pulsates with a yearning to be filled, she holds back tears. she can still taste his dick—a mixture of sweat and bitter pre-cum—as well as the odour of both of their bodies. "i said, look at me," barty says, yanking her over by her hair and giving her another forceful pat on the cheek to make sure she’s listening. lily’s eyebrows rise as the sting on her ass gets worse, and she’s hungry for another. he holds her jaw, turning her to face him, and lily’s nails stretch out to grasp his forearm. barty tongues his upper lip, slightly beaded with sweat, as she opens her eyes to see him. “that's right. fuckin’ slut like you still does what she’s told, huh?” he asks incredulously, "you fucking love having your throat fucked?" without waiting for a response, he arches himself up to tower over her, thrusts his hips forward, and pushes his cock towards her lips until it pushes through. it slips in, and as soon as he has any room to move, he pulls out, and lily gags when it slaps across her face.
“open up." it's already obvious to her what barty plans to do when he tells her. she lowers her head eagerly and sticks out her tongue for him to see. he tightly pinches the bone on either side of her chin as he cups it in his fingers. "you want it that bad, huh?" he asks, and lily can tell he believes she’s too eager for him by the way his lips curve. with the little space he allows her, she meekly nods her head when he gives her a small shake. "do me a favour, tell me if it tastes like my cig." he says, before he gathers up the spit and shoots it into her mouth. he's fucking with her; he knows it tastes awful. as she swallows back into her throat, she flinches and instinctively closes her eyes. 
lily can't help but pull a face. he pats her cheek and asks, seemingly caring, "aw, don't like it?" barty knows she’s wet in her pants and slick as fuck right now. "keep it open for me, angel, go ahead and swallow." she obeys, listening like a good girl, and parts open her mouth. "fucking freak." he tells her, “would you listen to anything i tell you?" and for barty, she honestly would. "let me see." lily opens her mouth to show him, sticking out her tongue in case he thought she was hiding some underneath. with his hand on her jaw, he moves her around while looking inside her mouth. she swallows, trying to show him there’s nothing inside, yet he wants to go farther with it. "nah, lemme check." suddenly, two fingers slide inside her open lips and she gags, saliva gushing forth. as his fingers carelessly wriggle through all of her soft tissue, making her lurch, barty snickers at her. drool pours out from around his fingers as he keeps lily as still as possible while she tries not to gag repeatedly. he pushes his hand in more as she attempts to keep hold of him inside her. "you look fucking pathetic, you know that?"
71 notes · View notes
chemtrailactivist · 2 months ago
Text
since mikailas art is a hot topic now I don’t think we should ever forget this
Tumblr media
IMAGINE DRAWING YOUR WIFES SISTER AND RAPE SURVIVOR AS THAT CHICK FROM THE INCEST GAME
FUCK EVEN IF WE TAKE LILYS SIDE OF THE STORY IMAGINE DRAWING YOUR WIFES RAPIST AS THAT CHICK FROM THE INSEST GAME IN THE THUMBNAIL OF A VIDEO DEFENDING HER, WHAT
23 notes · View notes
mischievouslittlecreature · 6 months ago
Text
LOVE putting so much work into a fic only for it to literally get one, maybeeeeee three comments per chapter update if I'm lucky 🙃
38 notes · View notes
lily-alphonse · 4 months ago
Text
That party meme but its me in the corner with the thought bubble: They dont even know about this awesome thing that just happened in my fic
Writing can be lonely sometimes, before its posted at least. I can’t wait to gush about it
22 notes · View notes
seriousbrat · 1 month ago
Note
what would the marauders' (+ lily and snape's) tastes in literature and poetry be like? i like to think remus would be a kafka guy and i see lily as a big fan of sylvia plath and the romantic movement, but i'm curious about your take
Ahh I love this question soo much and I've been thinking about it a lot! Thank you for asking ❤️
James
sorry to say but this is a Kerouac bitch. this is a bitch who likes 'boy fiction' like On the Road and Catcher in the Rye. I also think James would like epic fantasy like Lord of the Rings, and science fiction like Dune.
Also, I'm just going to go with Muggle (aka real. lol) literature for this BUT I also want to say that I have invented a wizarding poet that Fleamont is really into for my fic, (this is just an excuse to write/include poetry lol) and James would like that too, having grown up with it. ALSO in my mind James would read poems about Quidditch lol
As for poetry, I think he'd like Beat poetry. But also TS Eliot and Dylan Thomas, similar to Remus, and Yeats, like Lily. An Irish Airman Forsees His Death is perhaps my favourite poem of all time and I think it would REALLY resonate with James. Especially since 'a lonely impulse of delight' would also drive him to 'this tumult in the clouds.' wahhh i love that poem
Sirius
I think Sirius would skew a little darker than James. Honestly as much as he'd hate this he might have a bit in common literature-wise with Snape lol, so I'm giving him Camus, The Stranger, and Sartre, Nausea.
as for poetry, Ginsberg's Howl would appeal to him. and William Burroughs. Like James, Beat poetry in general, though I feel he wouldn't be as into Kerouac as James.
A lot of this kind of stuff doesn't appeal to me as much (Kerouac is my fav Beat unfortunately) but I think generally Sirius would like fairly gritty realistic dark stuff. So the obligatory Bukowski is going here. Also perhaps Ted Hughes. Maybe stuff with a political/social commentary.
Peter
honestly I can't see Peter reading a lot lol but if he did, it'd be fairly easy and exciting things, maybe fantasy/scifi like James. I can see him liking The Hobbit. Also maybe crime novels or thrillers? Like kind of bad, easy to read ones haha.
Also comic books, i know nothing about that personally though. Super heroes?? lol idk
No poetry lmao, he wouldn't get it. Maybe he'd like humourous stuff. Limericks lol. An epicure dining at crewe / found a traitorous rat in his stew, etc
Remus
I agree about Kafka!
I just want to give someone this because it's one of my favourite novels ever, so I'm giving Remus Le Grand Meaulnes by Henri Alain-Fournier. (I think it's been translated as The Lost Estate in English but I prefer the original title.)
Hmm I think he might be a Hemingway?? Also Raymond Carver (who is one of my fav authors) anyway I think the minimalist, understated style of both would appeal to him.
I also think he'd like a good coming-of-age story when younger so, the aforementioned Meaulnes (honestly i rly just love that book) but also Joyce's Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man, and, like James, Catcher in the Rye.
And then when older it would be more minimalist stuff. I just think he'd be a Hemingway! Also maybe Steinbeck and Capote. I really dont know why I'm always giving Remus such American taste in things. In my mind he has great taste though haha.
For poetry I'm giving him Dylan Thomas (see? Welsh) and T.S. Eliot, W.H. Auden.
Lily
absolutely Sylvia Plath! I had her reading The Bell Jar in my fic.
but also other poets, particularly female poets. Anne Sexton, Emily Dickinson, Mary Oliver, Edna St Vincent Millay.
Yeats too, she'd absolutely love Yeats. Like I said my fav is An Irish Airman... but Lily would LOVE and be so enraptured by The Stolen Child (as am I)
as for fiction, she'd love The Mill on the Floss (as well as other things by George Eliot,) the Brontë sisters. God would she love Wuthering Heights (both the book and the Kate Bush song.) I think she'd like Little Women too and really identify with Jo (as do we all,) and also Virginia Woolf. I'll give her Oscar Wilde and Poe too.
Also I want someone to be a Wodehouse fan and that's going to be Lily.
as a kid I think her favourite books would have been The Secret Garden and Watership Down. And Alice in Wonderland. She probably grew up with Beatrix Potter and Edward Lear too. This is essentially just my own taste/what I grew up with btw lol
Snape
I think he'd like Kafka too. also, like Sirius, Camus's The Stranger and Sartre's Nausea lol. he'd be pretentious and dark, basically.
I also think he'd read the most nonfiction, specifically philosophy, specifically nihilism lol so the aforementioned Camus and Sartre, Kierkegaard, and NIETZSCHE. god.
He might like horror. Lovecraft, Bram Stoker's Dracula, Jekyll and Hyde. I'm not really a horror fan myself but I think Snape would be.
fun fact but hpwiki lists 'poetry' as one of Snape's skills and I believe that. Anyway, similarly he'd enjoy moody man poetry. But also be more romantic and more classical than Sirius.
I'm giving him Richard Lovelace, I think he'd relate to the romantic aspect of To Althea, From Prison (which is so beautiful) but also the tragedy haha.
As you might be able to tell this is heavily based on what I like and therefore what I could think of off the top of my head. I feel like if you combine Lily's taste with Remus's and then add a bit of the darker Sev side of things, that's just what I like lmao.
So I'm sure there's obvious stuff I'm missing for someone, pls feel free to suggest things!
Edit wait, since I mentioned Dylan Thomas I wanted to share this Welsh translation of his famous poem Do Not Go Gentle Into That Good Night, sung by Welsh group Brigyn! It's a bit folksy haha but such a beautiful version:
youtube
13 notes · View notes
quibbs126 · 1 year ago
Text
Tumblr media
Thing, take it
Context: what if instead of White Lily just being White Lily when she split from Dark Enchatress, she was kind of a different person? Still has the memories of White Lily (or at least regains them at the end of story), but is also not entirely her, I don’t know how to explain what I’m trying to say. Also she’s short/child sized because the remnants of White Lily’s dough wasn’t enough to make a full size White Lily. Also she lives with the faeries, and maybe in her amnesiac state she thought she was a wingless faerie
Why? Because I think it would have been neat if White Lily was never fully back, gives more impact as to what happened to her. I know that was never going to happen, she was always going to be playable and such , this is just how I feel
Also not necessarily saying this is better than what we got, it’s just what I would have liked
86 notes · View notes
Text
forget-me-not (mary & lily)
a/n: mary obliviates herself nearer the start of the war. don’t ask me why or how, it’s kind of timey wimey. i guess i was just thinking about the angst of not remembering…
‘So, first time client, what can I do for you?’ Mary inquires brightly, sporting her signature sunny smile as she runs her hands idly through the long locks of red hair in front of her.
‘Um. Just a trim, please. And a blow-dry,’ the redhead sat in the chair before Mary answers quietly. She’s gazing vacantly at her reflection with a lost sort of look, and the edges of her eyes are tinged slightly pink as though she’s been crying. Mary feels overwhelmingly sad for her.
‘Sure babes, that’s totally fine! Sorry, remind me of your name again?’
‘It’s Lily. Lily Evans.’
‘Okay Lily. You’re in good hands.’ Mary squeezes Lily’s shoulders in an attempt to reassure her, and meets her eyes sympathetically in the mirror. ‘How much do you reckon you’re willing to take off? A few inches?’
‘I don’t mind. Whatever you think.’
‘That’s a lot of trust, girl! Now, I don’t know what I’ve done to earn it, but I can promise you I absolutely will not fail you. Best in the biz, I am.’ She winks at Lily, but she doesn’t reply. She just looks…broken. A strange ache digs into Mary’s ribs, and she feels awfully as if she’s said the wrong thing.
‘You good to come with me to get you shampooed, Lily Evans?’ she asks quickly, eager to move on and dislodge the odd, constricting grief from her chest.
‘Yeah. Yes, thank you.’
‘Alright, hun.’
Washing Lily’s hair doesn’t present any issues. Mary does as she always does, massaging Lily’s scalp and laughing and gossiping with the others in the shop, her curls bouncing happily about her face as she moves about her station. The salon is always full of life and love, especially on Fridays. It’s one of the reasons why she loves it so much. Halfway through a regular turns up, a grumpy little old lady named Marjorie with big square glasses, and Mary waves to her cheerily as she comes grumbling in. Everything’s just as usual. Sure, Lily isn’t saying much, but some clients just aren’t that chatty, and Mary pays it no mind. She hums along absentmindedly to the songs on the radio and can almost ignore the quiet tugging that’s settled in her sternum since the beginning of the appointment.
‘Anything exciting planned for the weekend?’ Mary pipes up once they’ve returned to the chair, hoping to inspire some conversation as she expertly snips the ends of Lily’s hair with rapid precision.
‘Yeah, it’s, uh… it’s my best friend’s birthday.’
‘Oh, really? Which day?’
‘The Sunday.’
‘Oh my god, no way! That’s my birthday too. You’ll have to wish her well for me.’
‘I will, thanks. And happy birthday, in advance.’ Lily offers up a wan smile before looking away.
‘Thank you! I’ve a day off on Monday, so me and a couple of girlfriends are going out on the town to celebrate.’
‘That’s really great. I hope you have a good time, Mary.’ Mary gives a buoyant, dazzling grin by way of a reply, and Lily looks like her heart is breaking.
‘Okay, I’d say we’re just about all done! What are we thinking? Something you’d like to change?’ Lily’s tired green eyes flick to her hair and the soft curls that are now framing her face prettily. She gives a small shake of her head, but Mary gets the sense that she’s not really seeing it. She seems distracted.
‘You’re definitely happy?’
‘Yeah. It’s perfect. Just how I’ve always had it done.’
‘If you’re sure,’ Mary smiles, pulling the hairdresser’s cape from her shoulders with a soft whoosh and giving the ends of her freshly washed hair a final zhuzh. ‘Anita over there will sort out payment for you, and she can help you schedule your next appointment as well - that is, if you think I’ve done a good enough job to warrant your coming back.’
‘I’ll ring.’
‘Perfect. It was lovely to meet you, Lily. I’ll be sure to remember you for next time.’ Lily flinches at the last part, then swallows thickly.
‘Yeah, well. I’ll be going. Thank you, for… being so friendly.’ And then she’s gone, departing to speak with Anita at the desk and leaving Mary sat stewing in a distinct sense of loss.
9 notes · View notes
citrusbugz · 2 years ago
Text
Tumblr media Tumblr media
Oh yeah, I had a Marcaniel KwamiSwap! AU. *redesigns them*
330 notes · View notes
cruesuffix · 17 days ago
Note
coffee shop au you say? please tell me more 👀
oh robin, tbh i haven’t really worked this idea out at all, i just know i want to make a coffee shop au with these boys one day BUT now that you’ve mentioned it (and thank you so much for doing so!!)… if i really think about it, i already have a lot of ideas flowing in.
like… there’s many angles i’d like to take this:
- maybe three members work at a local coffee shop. they don’t necessarily want to, but they’re about to get kicked out of their shared apartment and they don’t want to go homeless. while all of this is going on, they’re all starting a band together and they desperately need a new guitarist.
- that’s when mick pops in. he’s a new customer, who randomly shows up one day and accidentally spills his coffee on himself before he can leave the shop. maybe he was in a rush or something (probably late for a band meeting).
- tommy would totally give him another one for free (while telling him to keep it a secret). because of the thrilling customer service, mick finds himself coming back. soon, he’s a regular customer who becomes very acquainted with the much too cheery barista who keeps trying to offer him free food and drinks (this is like pre motley crue so mick is still that broke, much too skinny guy…just without the ginger hair and moustache).
- when nikki notices tommy’s new friend he asks him if he’s in a band (mick had that black hair and all leather combo by then…kinda like how he looked when he was in vendetta). nikki ends up being micks least favourite barista, but he naturally ends up agreeing to audition for his stupid loser band (only because tommy’s in it as well and…as much as he hates to admit it, he kinda likes the kid).
-just thought of an little something: because mick and nikki have this weird beef thing going on, i can see tommy staying home cause he got sick or something and nikkis taking his place. on the clock mick walks in and notices mr sunshine isn’t there and in his place is his mortal enemy. he immediately questions why Tommy isn’t there and nikki has to tell him why (and also tells him to stop being all obsessed). if mick refuses to be served by him nikki would have to remind him that it’s either vince or him so mick just sticks to grumbling about nikki not making his order like tommy does (to which nikki practically yells “im following the recipe, how can i possibly fuck it up!”).
- oh and vince is there too…he messes up all the orders he gets and somehow never gets fired. mick sorta avoids him for some reason, no one knows why and they refuse to ask him.
or maybe they all work at the coffee shop and are also all in a band together….them having to navigate being in a band and also working some regular job together. i don’t know…it all depends on what pairing i wanna work with to be honest, cause if it was nikkimick i could make them rival baristas or just have them hate each other for a bit.
if it was vincemick i have an idea of them having to close the store together and it’s all awkward cause they barely talk to each other, but now they have to work together to do the most tedious task of closing an entire store by themselves.
and that first idea was already extremely tommymick centric tbh. or…if anyone else wanted to take this idea over they could make it whatever pairing they like best tbh! (also i loved how i lied about not having any ideas idk where the fuck i pulled these outta!) thanks for the ask, and also I hope you enjoy this very half assed strung together idea brainstorming thing!!
8 notes · View notes
supernovasilence · 8 months ago
Text
Speculating Wildly About Liliandil's Parentage
In the VDT movie, Liliandil is a star and comes down from the sky. However, in the books, Liliandil is described as the daughter of Ramandu, a star, and that "the blood of the stars flowed in her veins", but she's never called a star herself. In fact, when she first appears (walking very normally out of a door), she's described as carrying a candle for light; when Ramandu comes out, he's not carrying a candle, because he's glowing himself. All this implies Lili isn't a star, only the daughter of one. Which raises the question: who is Liliandil's mother? Some random theories:
Liliandil's mother is one of the Sea People
Liliandil's mother is a sailor or shipwrecked traveler who found her way to Ramandu's island and fell in love
Liliandil's mother is another star. Lili was born in the skies but chose to accompany her father down to earth when he retired
Liliandil's mother is another star, and assumes human form to visit her husband in the world below sometimes. Lili was conceived and born during one of these visits, and because of this the form most natural to her is human, not whatever a star's normal form is. She has to live with her father until she's older and more skilled at transforming
We shouldn't make assumptions about Ramandu's gender or star biology. Maybe he was pregnant when he retired and didn't realize until he'd already come down to land
Stars don't need a partner to reproduce. Ramandu is Liliandil's only parent
Ramandu is Lili's father in that he gave her life and raised her and loves her but she wasn't "born" per se. He created her magically somehow
Coriakin is Liliandil's mom
20 notes · View notes
moonchild-in-blue · 9 months ago
Note
Gushing about animol crossing lil guys (gn) token. Expires never.
Hello Will I kinda really love you for this, you sweet sweet blue boy you 🥺💙
Say hello to the Hope World family 🌈
Tumblr media
Deets and Pics bellow (very long):
Coco and Lily
Tumblr media
My two favourites! Will get along with literally everyone 🥹
Coco is forever my number one spookie cookie bunny, but Lily is a close second - the sweetest froggy you'll ever meet!!! They are both incredibly sweet, and in my island lore they are besties 🥺🐰🐸
Their houses are next to one other, and often share books, baking tips, and whatever knitting project their working on! They hang out with Zucker a lot 🐙
Elvis
Tumblr media
My cranky old man 🥹 Out of all of them, he's the least popular in the fandom 😔
Has been with me the longest - was my very first campsite villager, and has since settled well! He may be old, but likes to learn new slang from the youngins. Has the coolest study/library ever.
Zucker
Tumblr media
It him!! My precious takoyaki baby boy!!!
He always has a silly outfit on - the pineapple hat was a MUST. Loves to snack, play games, and hang by the beach. A silly cutie patootie 🥹🐙
Marshall
Tumblr media
Look at him!!! He so small and sassy 🥺
Marshall is the fashionista / coffee snob of our island. Literally lives off caffeine and compliments. Likes to visit Elvis and be Fancy™ for a little bit hehe. Great friends with Francine. Smol and Angy hehehe 🐿️
Bob and Chrissy
Tumblr media
MARRIED. They are MARRIED and IN LOVE - 3 year anniversary coming up soon!!! 💜🩷
Bob is the coolest (and only) cat in the whole island. Chrissy was totally smitten with him hehe. He's also a silly boy who is a bit of a gamer - has a super cool set up. A literal textbook himbo 🤭
Chrissy is Francine's twin. They were popstars in their youth (listen to K. K. Bubblegum), and currently she's the only one still in the entertainment businesses. Always dresses fancy - pink and glittery and so so cute 💖. Sings all the time, also the most extroverted of the bunch.
Francine and Fuchsia
Tumblr media
The Cool Girlfriends™ - kinda intimidating at first, but very friendly 💙💖
Francine is Chrissie's twin. Unlike her super chirpy sister, Francine is a bit more elegant and reserved. She now works as a designer - the spotlight was made for her Chrissy, not her. Best friend's with Marshall - The Fashion Duo ever (WILL judge your fashion choices) 💅 ✨
Fuchsia is our resident punk barbie deer. Dresses mostly in black and band merch - we talk a lot about bands and stuff. Very sensible and kind, always there for you if you need to vent. A true punk princess, Avril Lavigne wishes she was her 🖤
Genji
Tumblr media
Our newest resident! Moved in last week after Pietro left. He's still getting to know everyone, but so far is getting along super well with Bob - he and Zucker often have game nights and Genji loves it (Elvis is too old to stay up so late, and Marshall prefers to go drink with the girlies).
Genji is a total gym rat but not obnoxious at all - he's just super active. He and Fuchsia will work out together sometimes 🏋️
-> Old family photo from when Pietro (clown sheep) was still in Hope World - taken during my birthday sleepover. You can see Fuchsia in her Sleep Token shirt 🥹
Tumblr media
Bonus family photo but Silly™
Tumblr media
If you read this far, have a little snack -> cherry pie, a Hope World specialty! 🍒🥧
21 notes · View notes
shootingthe-stars · 11 months ago
Text
hello world i posted chapter 15 of nowhere man we’re in the summer now >:)
like always, if ur interested, checking this out would be totally cool!
21 notes · View notes