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whumperofworlds · 10 months ago

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To Protect You

A/N: First time doing OC ladies in whumpy situations! I know that it's not everyone's cup of tea, so feel free to skip this story! I wanted to experiment since the only time I did that kind of thing was with Edelgard from Fire Emblem Three Houses. Also, this is my Fierce Forests OCs Hazel and Maple's debut! Anyway, hope you enjoy!

TAGS: @robinbugbanned

TWS: captivity, beaten up, blood, forced to watch, cursing, nonhuman whumpee (Maple is a Magical Elf), Whumpee x Whumpee, female whumpees, male whumpers.

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Days. It had been days since Hazel and Maple were taken captive by Brennus. Days of being beaten up and tortured for opposing against the king. Days with very little food and water.

Hazel could only sigh as she curled up into a ball, trying to protect herself from the freezing air in their prison. Anger coursed through her over the sheer helplessness she was feeling for those days. They took all of her weapons, including her signature Bolt Blade, a sword that was infused with Lightning magic passed down by her father. Without her weapons, she was nothing but a helpless woman who was unable to fight back.

She hated it. She hated it so much.

She heard the chattering of teeth, and she turned her head to see her best friend, Maple, also curled up into a ball to protect herself from the cold. However, judging by the chattering teeth, she wasn't able to keep warm.

Hazel crawled up to her, shivering now that she was no longer in a ball. "Hey," she whispered, sitting beside Maple. "You okay?"

Maple turned her head to face Hazel, and Hazel gritted her teeth at the bruises and cuts her best friend had on her face. Those guardsmen had given her quite the beating the past few days, and Hazel's anger grew at the thought of that.

"I..." Maple tried to speak, trailing off for a second to tighten herself into a ball. "I'll be fine, Hazel. Don't worry about me."

"You're cold..." Hazel pointed out, frowning. When Maple gave no response to that, only shivering, Hazel knew what she had to do.

She slipped off her fur coat, feeling the chilling air biting her skin as soon as her coat left her body. She placed it around Maple's shoulders, covering her with it. The coat was filthy due to not being washed for days, but Hazel figured that Maple wouldn't mind.

Maple glanced up at her, eyes wide, but no longer shivering. "Hazel, what--"

"You need it more than me," Hazel said, a small smile on her face.

"But--"

"Don't worry about me. I'll be fine..." She trailed off when she felt the biting cold hitting her skin, leaving goosebumps on her. She shivered, curling up into a ball once more.

Maple frowned. She didn't have to sacrifice her own coat just to keep Maple warm. "Hazel..." Maple whispered, inching closer to her friend. "We can share this, you know? You didn't have to give it up to keep me warm."

"I said I'll be fine, Maple," Hazel insisted, shaking her head. "You don't have to--"

"I don't have to, but I want to." Maple said, before taking the coat and wrapping it around Hazel's body. It didn't leave Maple's body, as it covered both of them partly. It wasn't exactly a blanket, but it would have to do.

Hazel blushed as Maple curled up beside her to share body heat. She didn't admit this to anyone, not even her sister Holly, but... lately, she had been crushing on her best friend. She wasn't sure why she felt that way--they knew each other since they were small children, and it wasn't until recently she began to feel this way.

She shook her head to get rid of those thoughts. Now was not the time for that. She and Maple had to find a way to escape--

The door to their cell opened, and the two women jumped at the sudden sound. At least five guardsmen, all wearing golden armor, entered the cell, their weapons drawn.

Maple curled up tighter against her friend. Hazel, however, glared at their captors.

"What do you want?" Hazel demanded.

"Isn't it obvious?" One of the guardsmen chuckled, approaching the two. His sword glistened in the dark, to which Hazel shuddered. "We're here to get information out of you two ladies. Now, be good little girls..." he held out the sword close to Hazel's face. Hazel tried not to flinch at the sword's tip touching her face. "...And tell us where those damned Fierce Forests are."

"Go to hell," Hazel growled, her glare saturated with hate. Instinctively, she wrapped her arms around Maple, holding her close in a protective manner.

The guardsman seemed to have noticed this and smirked. "Ah, protective, aren't we?" He chuckled. He moved the sword away from Hazel, only to point it at Maple. The Magical Elf gasped, curling up against Hazel once more. "Tell us, and we won't hurt your girlfriend here."

"Go. To. Hell." Hazel growled again, her hold on Maple tight.

The guardsman tsked, before he raised his sword. Towards Maple.

Maple yelped in fear, burying her face in Hazel's chest. She shut her eyes tightly, awaiting the inevitable blow.

The sword hit skin, and a feminine cry of pain echoed in the dungeon.

Except... it wasn't her scream.

Maple slowly opened her eyes, and she gasped in shock and horror upon seeing the sight.

Hazel had her pushed against the wall, her back facing the guardsmen. Hazel gritted her teeth in pain as her eyes were squeezed shut, and crimson dripped down from her back. Her eyes widened, and her mouth gaped open at the realization.

Hazel took the attack for Maple.

"Dammit!" The guardsman cried, throwing his sword to the ground in frustration. With a growl, he grabbed Hazel by the scruff of her tunic and tried to pry her off of Maple. However, Hazel held on, her hold tightening around Maple's body, as the Magical Elf tried to hold onto her friend.

"No!" Maple screamed, "Don't hurt her, please!"

"Shut up!" The guardsman grabbing Hazel yelled. "And let go! Or else!"

"Never!" Maple cried, her hold tightening once more. "I'll never let you hurt her!"

"Maple," Hazel whispered. Maple glanced up at her friend, whose eyes were filled with worry. Maple could also see the fear in her eyes, but she could tell that she was trying to hide it from her. Likely to not make Maple worry. "Let go. I'll handle it."

"Hazel, no," Maple gasped. "I can't let them hurt you! Please, I--"

"Maple," Hazel whispered again, this time her tone firm. "Let go. They'll hurt you otherwise. I'm strong, I can deal with it. Please, Maple... before they hurt you."

Maple gulped, tears pooling in her eyes. If she let go of Hazel... what would these guardsmen do to her? What if they ended up killing her? What if--

"Let go now!" The guardsman bellowed.

Without another thought, Maple released Hazel from her hug, and Hazel was pulled away from her. She could have sworn she saw a small, relieved smile on Hazel's face when she was taken away from her.

The guardsman holding Hazel threw her to the cold, stony floor, and Hazel grunted in pain. The cuts and bruises she had endured the past few days burned and ached, as she grunted when a sharp boot met her stomach.

"Dumbass," the guardsman who grabbed her muttered under his breath. "Should have told us where your pals were!"

The other guardsmen surrounded the swordswoman, before a rain of blows attacked Hazel's body. Each kick, punch, and strike hit her body, as she grunted and growled. Tears began to form in her eyes due to the sheer pain, but she held on. She refused to cry in front of these bastards!

Maple could only watch, tears falling down her face. She sniffled, shaking her head, as if doing so would make the guardsmen stop their assault on Hazel. However, she could only watch in horror as they continued to beat Hazel for her crimes.

A sharp boot hit Hazel's lip, splitting it, and that was when she screamed. A single tear rolled down her cheek from the blow, and she couldn't help but blush in embarrassment. Ugh, she hated crying. Even when her father was executed by Brennus, she didn't cry at all--she didn't want Maple or Holly to see her weak.

"Heh, are you gonna cry?" The guardsman taunted with a grin.

"Damn you," Hazel growled.

That rewarded her with another kick to her eye, nearly gouging it due to how sharp the boot was. Thankfully, Hazel shut her eye in time, only leaving her with a black eye. The tears she was holding back from that eye began to fall, to which her captors taunted her over.

"Look at the crybaby crying!"

"Heh, what a wimp!"

Maple couldn't look. She turned her head, tears continuously falling down her face. However, her sharp hearing could still pick up the beating her friend was getting, and she couldn't help but imagine what was happening.

Hazel smiled in relief when she looked behind one guardsman to see that Maple was looking away. Good. I don't want her to see this...

A headache began to form as she was kicked on the head a few times. But she held onto her consciousness as she saw the black spots forming in her eyes. No. She shouldn't pass out now. Not like this.

To her, it felt like hours when she was being beaten. And just like that, it stopped.

She slowly glanced up at her captors, an eyebrow raised. The guardsman who pried her off of Maple scoffed, before throwing two pieces of moldy bread at Hazel and Maple.

"That's what you get for not telling us," the guardsman growled. "We'll be back tomorrow, and if you two still want to be stubborn, we'll beat you again. This time, starting with her." He pointed at the shaking Maple, who continued to cry.

Hazel gritted her teeth, anger flowing inside her. They wouldn't! "Don't you--"

She was met with another boot to the face, this time, hitting her cheek.

"Shut up." The guardsman who struck her growled. And with that, the five guardsmen left the cell, closing and locking it behind them.

Hazel couldn't move. Pain flared up everywhere, as she attempted to get up to no avail. She heard Maple gasp before she was gently lifted to sit. Maple held her best friend close, Hazel's face buried in her shoulder, as Maple ran a hand through her bloodied hair.

"Hazel," Maple whimpered, "I'm sorry. I--"

"This isn't your fault..." Hazel whispered. "Don't blame yourself, Mape... I took the hit to protect you. I'm sorry you had to see that..."

Maple cried into Hazel's arms, and while she didn't notice it, Hazel was, too, as the pain was too much. Both of them could only hope that they would be rescued soon...

#whump #my whump stories #captivity #woman whumpee #male whumper #<<<as suggested will do this for male and female whump as well as trans and nonbinary #beaten up #multiple whumpees #blood #forced to watch #nonhuman whumpee #maple #hazel

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matthew-gray-gubler-lover · 1 year ago

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December 5th, making a gingerbread house.

It was time to build the gingerbread house or more of a gingerbread mansion as it would be. Matthew never goes halfway on anything, and that's one of the many things you love about him.

The kitchen is filled with all the candies and snacks that you will need to build the perfect gingerbread mansion. Extra tubs of icing, bowls of gum drops, M&M, Skittles, sprinkles, marshmallows, chocolate chips, pretzels. And mini-Gingerbread cookies.

Building a gingerbread house was a lot more time consuming than you remembered it to be as a kid, but you couldn't be having more fun with Matthew. Christmas music playing in the background as always, the two of you were building a gingerbread masterpiece.

Most of the decorations made it on to the house anyway. The two of you snacking on the pretzels, Mini gingerbread cookies and candies.

Then Matthew began trying to get frosting on your face, which of course he succeeded, because he's Matthew. And if anyone else, you probably would have been a little bit angry, especially when some of it got into your hair.

But it was when he started throwing sprinkles that really made you laugh, the two of you throwing the remaining sprinkles back and forth at each other before he Finally dumped the remaining sprinkles right over your head with a big laugh and grin on his face before running off to the other side of the kitchen knowing that you were going to retaliate with more frosting on his face.

You scooped up some of the sprinkles that relying on the counter after the sprinkle fight, chase Matthew down and threw some. Met him. You both had so much fun now, both completely covered in frosting and sprinkles in your face and hair.

You had a wonderful day. Your gingerbread house ended up being beautiful.

Complete with a Marshmallow snowman with miniature chocolate chips for eyes, the two remaining gingerbread cookies standing at the front door and a piece of Gubler art on the roof.

This truly was a fun day. You take a picture of Matthew with the gingerbread house as he pretends to take a bite out of the roof.

"Now we're going to have to take a shower to get all this frosting and sprinkles off of us." You told Matthew.

"take one together?", he suggested with his eyebrows moving up and down. "

Matthew, do you really want to take a shower with me right now?" you asked with a giggle.

" Well, I thought it was fun getting dirty together. So it would be equally as fun getting cleaned together" he told you with a grin. "

OK, we can take a shower together then we are going to need dinner because I need a real meal. We've been eating like Buddy the Elf all day."

"Agreed. Dinner sounds great."

The two of you took a shower together. A sweet one. Nothing happened But trying to remove frosting and sprinkles from each other 's hair.

and then you both had dinner had dinner Spaghetti.

You're going to be eating dinner at the table tonight. Since eating spaghetti on the couch can get a little bit messy, Matthew was helping you set the table while the sauce simmers and the water starts to boil for the spaghetti.

As you start adding the spaghetti into the pot of boiling water, Matthew walks over to the refrigerator and takes out a bottle of Maple syrup, holding it out for you saying "honey I have the Maple syrup. Just like Buddy the Elf, spaghetti with Maple syrup. Should we try it?" He asks with a big smile on his face. You both laugh as he tells you.

"Well, you said you've been like Buddy the elf all day, so maybe we should try spaghetti his way"

"That's funny sweetie, but I don't think that it would go very good with the sauce. I think we'll just try regular style tonight." you told him with a giggle.

Once the spaghetti is done, Matthew helps you put place it into bowls and put the sauce on top. You both sit down at the table and Matthew picking up a piece of the spaghetti and holding it in both hands. He told you "here put this end in your mouth and I'm going to put this into my mouth Then will meet in the middle with a kiss, just like the movie Lady and The Tramp" he told you with a smile that you couldn't possibly resist.

you did what he asked with a big smile, you thought it was so sweet & romantic just like Matthew.

After dinner, you sat on the couch underneath the red fuzzy blanket with Matthew and watched Elf. After all, it was the proper movie to watch today.

#mgg #matthewgraygubler #matthewgraygublerfluff

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usagirln120 · 1 month ago

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Kanao Tsuyuri: Hogwarts AU

Kanao Tsuyuri is a Pureblood witch that was born on the 19th of May 1979 and started attending Hogwarts on the 1st of September 1990, being sorted into Gryffindor House.

He grew up in a heavily abusive household and was treated like a house-elf for the most part until her parents sold her to Death Eaters that had avoided Azkaban who were hoping to turn her into a mindless subordinate to one of the 15 Dark Lords of the Wizarding World's Underground but she was saved by the ministry before that could happen.

She was then adopted by Gyomei Himejima and became the younger sister of the Kocho sisters who had also been adopted by the gentle half-giant but she still struggled with being treated nicely and often punished herself for any mistake that she did which took years for her to learn how to stop.

When she first started at Hogwarts, she felt a little left-out since her sisters were in Hufflepuff and Ravenclaw respectively (and her only friend Aoi was a Ravenclaw as well) while she was sorted into Gryffindor but she hid that under a serene smile which she fooled almost everyone at Hogwarts with.

But in her second year, she meet and ended up becoming best friends with the Gryffindor boys Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, and Genya Shinazugawa and then in her third year she meet Tanjiro's younger sister Nezuko as well.

She eventually became a member of Makarov's Army together with her friends and after graduating from Hogwarts, they went on the run together to search for Muzan's horcruxes.

While on the run, she eventually found out that her oldest sister Kanae had been killed by the vampire Doma which is the main reason why she sought him out at the Battle of Hogwarts, where she was horrified to find her other sister being killed by him and, in the end, She and Inosuke managed to defeat him together while avenging her sisters in the process (she was unaware that Douma let them win since he couldn't bring himself to kill his former stepson).

After the Battle of Hogwarts, she started working as a Healer at St. Mungos like her sisters and eventually got married to Tanjiro who she had two sons together with.

She has a Red Oak wand with a Phoenix Feather core.

Her Patronus is a Rosy Maple Moth.

Her favorite subjects are Herbology and Care of Magical Creatures.

Her least favorite subjects are History of Magic and Potions.

#crossover hogwarts au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer #kanao tsuyuri

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superhiro-hamada · 2 months ago

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House Tour!

Address: 249 Maple Drive, Tortuga Place

Residents: Hiro Hamada, Tad Fiske, Luca Paguro, Riley Anderson

Potentially the weirdest house in the neighborhood; current occupants are Hiro, Tad, Luca, and Riley. Plus Frodo the guinea pig and Mochi the robo cat of course.

The house is supposedly being rented (Hiro has been fully avoiding his aunt finding out that he bought it because that seems just a little suspicious when she doesn't currently know his illegal monetary sources) and is hilariously excessive in some ways and equally devoid of what most people would assume functional adult things like furniture in others.

From the front it looks fairly normal. The backyard is mostly occupied by the pool (Hiro still doesn't understand the frog statues but whatever, it's Tad's thing), the gazebo that is in fact not very useful as one, and Frodo's guinea pig run in the side yard.

Full floorplan in all it's this is too much house for four twenty-somethings to even know what to do with glory.

Touchscreen panels exist on walls in each area every level of the house that control all the electronics, appliances, lights, heating/AC and an intercom system because Hiro is extra about things. Manual controls and switches also exist because not everyone shares that enthusiasm.

There's a little robot guy who scurries around Roomba-style cleaning the floors and sitting in front of the TV watching game shows when it isn't cleaning, just chirping, cheerful little guy doing his thing.

The distinct lack of furniture is a work in progress. Unshockingly having a cohesive decor scheme was neither going to occur to the people who lived there or be accomplished since they all have very different opinions on the idea.

The house is as elf-friendly as could be accomplished (most things that might be steel are replaced with other materials) because there was a Hiro, Riley and Luca discussion about how to avoid anyone being injured just living there.

Front Kitchen/Dining Room Area

Nobody actually communicated about the chair situation and just brought things home they liked so here we are. The kitchen is mostly occupied by everyone in the house but Hiro, who is a legit fire hazard in there, but has bought every ridiculously expensive techy appliance known to man to make everyone else's life easier while they do cooking related things. And the smoothie machine that he prefers to use as his life support when the roommates are not cooking.

Most of said appliances are covered in stickers/contact paper, which makes them more chaotic but elf friendly as least because no potential steel exposed.

Living Room & Downstairs Bathroom

Truly nothing exists in this living room but a massive TV with a manual remote that disappears all the time, game consoles, a shelf fighting for its life under all the junk on it and a very mismatched set of furniture. But the rug is nice, right?

Bathroom where unnecessary tech abounds - the soap dispenser has wifi! And of course there's a control panel in there to have shower music. But otherwise bathroom, nothing overly exciting to see here.

Hiro & Tad's Room

This, apparently, is how we combine surfer vibes with cyberpunk with an unnatural amount of purple and blue. The bed was Tad's idea, the neon lights were Hiro's and somehow this monstrosity actually works. Truly a chaotic masterpiece.

The octagons on the walls can light up in places like track lighting and Hiro changes which ones (wallpaper has LED strings) often because he's bored, or likes to watch Tad randomly set them off.

Those are blackout curtains because darkness is a must when it's a sleep all day sorta day. Hiro felt that was dire.

Upstairs Landing and the Yoga Room

Moving upstairs we have the Zen Room. Or, yeah, the yoga and meditation space. Which is mostly frequented by Tad, so it's primarily become his little chill spot. Frodo also lives in there in The Shire - the most extra guinea pig enclosure, or just roams the room. Very mellow vibes.

The upstairs landing is large enough to be a room to itself and has yet to be a space actually used but maybe at some point somebody will have motivation to turn it into a library or game space, or whatever. Has not occurred to anyone to do that yet. So it remains the giant open spot.

The Upstairs Bathroom

It deserved its own entry here because look at that thing. It is huge. It is also a hybrid normal bathroom, big insane tub, and a section of rain shower fixture because even if Tad doesn't know yet there is a sea elf in the house and that requires water, Lots of water.

Said rain shower setup is unofficially Luca's panic/stress room so the rest of the house doesn't get flooded when their magic gets set off or they're having breathing issues.

Between the upstairs bathroom and the downstairs everyone in the house could shower at the same time. Choices were made.

Riley's Room

The resident starchild's room is an oasis of galaxies fit for a Celestial elf, with a heavy addition of sports decor. Part hockey shrine with a slew of their trophies from over the years, part night skies.

The window opens up out to the roof to allow for late night stargazing and time to contemplate the universe or the latest Spill gossip. Nice little retreat from the roommates too, because everybody needs a break occasionally.

A little empty otherwise, maybe they just haven't fully settled in yet?

Luca's Room

Ocean blues and seashore tans, with shelves and shelves of books and the dozens of projects that are in progress; It's an aquatic nerd haven. Also probably the most organized room in the house.

Luca's collection of gifted succulents populate an entire shelf, thriving and overseeing the rest of the room, including one particularly tall visitor who seems to stop by an awful lot.

You can't say you're not envious of that bay window with the desk; best place in the house to study or work on the next grand experiment plans.

The Basement & Labs

Where the clothes get washed, another escape to watch TV or hang out, and where Hiro and Luca keep all their workspaces behind closed doors. Do you know how much of a pain it was to add a basement to that house? Hiro does. But where else does one hide their and their bestie's secret lab?

The basement is accessible to everyone, the doorways to the labs have specific codes to open them, or in Hiro's case Mochi's collar also has a chip in it to let him come and go in his space as the cat wishes.

While they have two different workspaces, Luca's being a little more focused on science in general and Hiro's centering around robotics, they do often share space too or work on projects together in one or the other.

Yes, it is in fact practically a mad scientist level lab down there and Hiro has spent a lot of rich people he doesn't like online's money buying a lot of science toys for himself and Luca, but a bored genius is a real hazard so it's really doing everyone a favor having a space to work on his bots.

The amount of fire extinguishers around Hiro's lab specifically is truly extra, but, yanno, given his past he kinda doesn't have a great relationship with laboratory fires so he's a little paranoid. (Which does not sway him from blowing things up, at all.) Safety first, right?

@tadwisethebrave @lucathedreamer @uffdah-riley

#hiro inspo #house inspo #luca #riley #tad #thank you Sammy for sim'ing the space #and everyone else for the group effort of designing it #but thise frogs still haunt me #terrible descriptions are my fault #i should not be left unsupervised

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dawnslight-aegis · 1 year ago

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intro/about post...thing

I keep meaning to make one of these so

welcome to @dawnslight-aegis, my ffxiv blog that is mostly dedicated to my dearest and most beloved lizard WoL, Kaede

here is a picture of her, please imagine me pulling it out of my wallet like a proud parent

anyway

I have a page for my most used tags here, Kaede's co-WoL and partner in crime can be found at @foamofthe-sea, and my fanfiction about both of them and also a couple of elf boys is primarily on AO3.

Kaede biography type things under the cut!

Name: Kaede Kazarishi (Kaede: summer maple, Kazarishi: jeweler)

Epithet: the True

Titles: Flame Captain, Warrior of Light, Champion of Eorzea, Savior of Ishgard, Traveler, and most recently, Viscountess of House Borel

Age: 25 at ARR start, 29 at EW end

Heritage/Affliation: Hannish on her father's side, Doman on her mother's. Born in the Mor Dhonan wilds, raised in New Sharlayan (birth-10) and La Noscea (11-21). Captain in the Immortal Flames, part-time resident of Ishgard.

Combat specializations: Holy Knight (PLD variant), Dark Knight, Red Mage, Light Mage (WHM variant)

Non-combat specializations: Master Goldsmith, Journeywoman Blacksmith/Armorer/Miner

Patron Deity: Halone (and Hydaelyn)

Elemental affinity: Ice/Light (primary), Fire (secondary), Wind (tertiary)

Ancient: Eos Erigeneia, she who held the seat of Azem

Soul color: Blue/pink/gold (sunrise/dawn)

Notable relationships: Marzanna Kimbatuul (best friend and fellow Warrior of Light), Aymeric de Borel (husband), Estinien Varlineau (close ally/mildly toxic bestie), Alphinaud and Alisaie Leveilleur (all-but-officially adopted siblings), Yuriko Kazarishi (mother), Roric Blackthorne (stepfather), Edmont de Fortemps (adopted father), Haurchefant Greystone (ally and former lover, deceased), Emet-Selch (complicated).

Assorted Symbolism because I think about this stuff too much

Zodiac: Libra Sun, Leo Moon, Aquarius Rising

Meyers-Briggs: INTJ (introverted/intuitive/thinking/judging)

Tree: Maple (strength, endurance, protection -- also it's in her name)

Gemstone: Labradorite (protection, strength, courage -- also it's blue)

Flower: White Daffodil (renewal, rebirth, chivalry)

Tarot: Judgement (absolution, rebirth, motivation)

have a couple of inspo memes too while I'm at it

#this is all over the place but #oh well lmao #lore #intro #made myself mythical tried to be real

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kiwi-tmntfan · 1 year ago

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Y’all drink syrup?

Y’all say eh?

Y’all ride moose???

I want to carry maple syrup around so I can drink it all the time like Buddy the elf, yes. But literally maple syrup is the best thing ever I love it so much. One time I put it on angel food cake and it was soooo good!! I'd say it's even more of a Canadian thing than poutine, or at least in my mind it is,, my family is not as big on maple syrup as I am lol

I feel like the stereotype is that we say "eh" in like every sentence, but we don't say it all the time. It's more like a way of saying "do you agree?" or "right?" at the end of a sentence. Like idk "the weather's nice today eh" and then there's also "thanks eh" for some reason as well. I also feel like it might not be that common with younger people, because I've never actually said it before, but I have heard my dad and my mom say it a lot. Also I'm sure it's different across the provinces, especially to the east like Ontario since I'm all the way west in BC, but yeah it is something that we say here.

Yikes. Yeah no, moose are scary lol (not as scary as cobra chickens but still terrifying for sure). It depends on where you live, but there are moose around my house. Not right by it, but when we're heading in or out of town my mom has seen a moose twice. I haven't myself which is disappointing, but yeah. Sorry no we don't ride moose though lmao, if someone tried to they'd probably like,, die-

#kiwi answers #purpledisastertwin900 #canadian #canada #canadian stereotype #canada memes #canadian stereotypes

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safyresky · 3 months ago

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Frostmas Year Eight: The Mrs. Clause

Is finally. Final FUCKING ly. At long last. Crossposted. My god. Now I know why I leave such long gaps between posting fresh years. Doing one of this bitches a month is EXHAUSTING. AH. (ahem).

Year Eight: The Mrs. Clause

Father Time unearths an upcoming loophole that could potentially help de-Santa Jack.

Find it HERE on ao3 and on ff dot net to match here! (and a Frostmas Y8 BTS HERE icymi).

And catch the story summary below for simplicity sake!

The Twelve Years of Frostmas

Nobody but he and I knew the truth. Jack wasn’t supposed to be Santa; I wasn’t supposed to be Jack Frost. He thought being Santa would fix everything. He was horribly, horribly mistaken. [My take on Jack’s reign as Santa during the Escape Clause. MAJOR OC involvement AND First Person POV from said OC. Finally cross posting THIS behemoth! Enjoy!]

Curious? Take it from the top: [ao3 | ff dot net]

And have a Y8 snippet!

❄🎄🎅🏻✨

Bernard dragged Curtis off to the quiet halls leading to the back of house. Elves here were scarce, given the action was all in the middle of the Workshop. And, y’know, the substantial ice garden of elves out back. Once they were far enough away that the noise had gone from a dull roar to a slight disturbance, Curtis finally spoke up.

“What was that all about?!”

“You licked me.”

“You covered my mouth! Desperate times call for desperate measures, Bernard. Is there an emergency? Did the tunnel collapse?”

“No! No. Everything’s fine. The tunnel is fine. We’ve got like five hundred meters left. Come on.”

Grabbing the elf by the shoulders, Bernard steered him up the back stairs and down the hall, even further from the crowds and fellow elves.

“Then why the look!”

“The look?”

“Yeah! Your ‘we-need-to-talk-right-now-IMMEDIATELY’ look!”

“My what? I don’t have a look like that.”

“Yes you do! Your face gets all wide and your eyes go all big and you look like you're seconds away from lockjaw. You should look into a night guard or something. Want me to book you in with Dr. Maple? I could—”

“No! I already have one!”

Curtis snickered.

“Oh. My god. Okay.” Bernard pinched the bridge of his nose and took a deep breath in before loosening his stance. “Listen. How far have you gotten with the Handbook?”

"Almost halfway! There's a lot of rules in here that we really should be following. I think we should start playing Christmas music a lot more, it's good for us elves, according to the handbook. There's lots of benefits—"

"That's nice. Listen, I need you to do me a favour and I need you to keep it between us. Got it?"

"Uh, sure. What is it?"

"Father Time sent a message to Jacqueline and I. He said there's a clause we should be on the lookout for."

“Oh. Oh. We really needed to talk right now immediately, huh?”

“YES!” Bernard hissed. “You think I’d risk a confrontation with Santa like that for nothing?”

Curtis shrugged.

“I don’t know how to feel about that.”

“I’d take it as a compliment.”

“Hmm.”

“So Father Time? HIMSELF?”

“Yep. Pulled us right out of time to give us the news.”

“A clause? Are you sure?”

“All signs point to a clause, yes.”

“And it didn’t immediately come to mind for you?”

“Curtis, do I look like I have the clauses memorized? There’re probably some in there that I don’t even know about. Why do you think I carry the card with me?”

“Dramatic effect? A Santa intimidating flourish?”

Bernard couldn’t help but laugh. “And also so I don’t have to memorize things that don’t directly apply to me.”

“Even then, if it didn’t immediately come to mind for you, we haven't had to deal with it in a while!”

“Most likely.”

“Yikes!”

“He didn’t tell me what it was—”

“Because he didn’t know or he couldn’t?”

“—unclear. But here are the specifics I was able to make out. It is a clause that happens in the eighth year of being Santa," Bernard tapped his finger. "He has until the twenty-fourth of December to fulfill the clause or that's it."

"That's it? What do you mean that's it?" Curtis' eyes went wide. "You don't mean it it, do you? Like, curtains for Santa?"

"That's exactly what I mean."

“Whoof. That’s a doozy.” Slinging the book around to his front, Curtis opened it up and began to read. “There's lots of different clauses in here, but I haven't come across one like that."

"Well, keep an eye out. The moment you find one that fits the criteria, tell me right away. Do not tell Santa, as tempting as it may be."

"But Bernard—"

"No buts, Curtis." He took a deep breath in, moving closer to the elf and speaking earnestly. "I know you can feel it too. The spirit of Christmas leaving. Dying. If there's any way we can fix this, we gotta try, and yes, that means not telling Santa something. Can you do that?"

Curtis looked downcast, closing the book shut and staring at it thoughtfully for a while before answering. "Yeah. I can do that."

"Good. Thanks, Curtis."

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They're REALLY IN IT NOW, BOYS! Enjoy Year Eight on ao3 HERE, and on fanfiction dot net HERE :)

As for what's 🆕NEW🆕 this glow up....

Nothing much, actually! It was all more or less on point!

Grammar/syntax/characterization hotfixes mostly

Doubled the dialogue somehow, as per the ush. use. as per the usual. but however you spell the short form

another "blast to Jack retelling his parts to Jacqueline" in the present" has weaved its way in, featuring ROME and CANNOLIS and DITE

Tried to make sense of wtf I was going on about with the Winter/Jacqueline Dome scene (as they chat about it on route to Bernard). I think I made it worse. I genuinely don't know what my angle was there but I know I had one, I just can't find it, if I ever even HAD IT

It deffs had to do with how Jack fucked around with the Dome/Lockdown measures and Jacqueline, is regrettably, finding out about it in the worst way possible (ouchies)

Anyway. Turns out the Y8 BTS was the first one I did and it is so short and I apologize for how chatty I appear to have gotten in the last 9 years lmao 🤭🤭🤭

#dani speaks #teehee. love me some emoji line breaks #frostmas #frostmas on ao3 #the twelve years of frostmas #frostmas posting #fanfic #the santa clause #the santa clause 2 #the santa clause 3 #I was very proud of this chapter! and still am!#i was excited about keeping some lines from the movie that bernard said lol #and the utah joke. still v proud of that one too ehehehehe #tsc2 #tsc3

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shannis · 7 months ago

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walking

My favorite thing to do is walk around neighborhoods in the suburbs.

I love all the little details you may miss when driving pass, even if you have past those houses hundreds of times.

I notice the wisteria wrapped porch. The tiny don't trend on me flags, which always make me giggle. That cute litte bunny statue hidden under your roses. The hand prints in the cement on your sidewalk. The old truck in the side yard that no one is in a rush to fix. The unused side door that is older than the rest of the house. Those interesting pink garage doors hidden behind your big hedges. The marble name plates in Hindi. That unfinished French drain. That old Christmas elf statue you left in the garden that is now covered on moss. The bright red cardinal bathing in your bird bath. The memorial stone to a loved one by the red maple. Your father perhaps? The three vertical bricks under the kitchen window against the sea of horizontal ones. The bed of broken shells under your trees. The smudges on your living room window from little hands. You need to water your gardenias. The work boots you left outside your door. Feel the stares from the teenage boy smoking a cigarette out of his bedroom window, he looks pensive about something on his mind. That tacky "It's 5 o'clock Somewhere" stepping stone in front of your door. Thousands of tiny random bubbles flying into orbit from behind an old wooden fence, a young giggle is heard. The train tracks. I used to ride my bike down this street.

#reflection #suburbia #suburbcore #just an observation #houses #exterior

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are-we-shrimping-today · 8 months ago

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To fill the house with beautiful sounds by RomyTelesco [hockey rpf, calgary flames, toronto maple leafs]

i'm a LIIIIIITTLE biased bc i was in a groupchat where romytelesco, onegoal, and i were spitballing "what if william nylander was a ghost/elf/mildly malevolent spirit haunting matthew tkachuk in calgary as his child self" but this is honestly just the sweetest loveliest fic. in my humble opinion. child william and mattchuk cross-sharing realities, and mattchuk sort of growing with the responsibility of a baby ghost??? willy. it's so sweet and it's so lovely and i adore it with all my heart!!

#fandom: hockey rpf #team: calgary flames #team: toronto maple leafs #word count: 5k-10k #rating: teen #warnings: none

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weaveth-colours-gay · 10 months ago

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Character Profile

Mazarin of Arvis

Trans Male NB (He) | Fairy | Sorcerer | Chaotic Neutral | Gay

APPEARANCE

PERSONALITY

Traits: Intuitive, empathic, level-headed, practical Flaws: Terse, detached, distrustful Bonds: He must avoid the call of the Feywild. He must nurture his new identity.

HISTORY

Disclaimer: I am not an expert on Fewyild lore, and should this break any of the rules or be inaccurate, I will gladly modify it.

Mazarin was born fully formed under the Aetheril House of Arvis in the Feywild. The House had close ties to the Seelie Court, and enjoyed a relatively carefree, high status existence. Mazarin lived as a girl for the duration of his childhood and a few years into adulthood, going by Mazarine. His first love was a volatile young elf named Elethis Tuessa, who had been brought to the Feywild by his tutor, Mazarin’s cousin of the air, Salera of House Ohanduan. Their relationship was rocky most of the time, and eventually Mazarin found out that Elethis was secretly working for the Unseelie court in opposition of him.

Elethis arrived at Mazarin’s family manor and killed all of the servants and courtiers as well as Mazarin’s uncle, Pavanti. He had underestimated the lengths Elethis would go to wreak havoc to meet his own ends. He managed to convince him to stop his fiery charge. Soon after Salera exiled Elethis from the Feywild for good.

Mazarin was left to pick up the pieces of the massacre, now exposed and vulnerable to the cruel fancies of the Unseelie. House Arvis was targeted for a rampage of the Wild Hunt, which tore through the manor with the aim of finishing what Elethis started. They were searching for a relic that had been stolen from the Unseelie many centuries ago. Mazarin took the relic - a mummified pixie imbued with powerful air and dark magic - and broke it two in front of the Wild Hunters. Then he left the Feywild with it.

In the mortal world, he destroyed the broken remains of the artifact, first crushing it to dust, then scattering it into the sea on the Sword Coast.

He has stayed in Faerûn since, adjusting himself in ways his family had prevented him from doing. He was now free of any expectations or niceties that shackled him in his House. He dropped the ‘e’ from his name and found a powerful transfiguration wizard to resculpt his body into its most comfortable form.

He relished life as a man, away from the Feywild. He was free to pursue his interest in the realm of psychic magic, and now wanders the earth honing his skills, and generally behaving like a fairy; causing benign mischief, mostly, in pursuit of experimentation.

#mazarin arvis #profile #🧚‍♂�� dossier

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always-loving-matthewgraygubler · 1 year ago

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December 5th, making a gingerbread house.