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My own idea for what a Highmountain Tauren paladin's mount would look like in game. I took a lot of inspiration from the current Sunwalker Kodos, as well as the current moose mounts in game.
I thought about using reds and greens, but was afraid it would look almost like a Christmas mount, given the animal being used for a mount. I had a lot of fun with the Night Elf saber and wanted to take a stab at others. I will probably look at orcs and their wolves next.
#warcraft#world of warcraft#horde#tauren#drawing#wow#highmountain tauren#sunwalker#paladin#world of warcraft art#moose#moose mount
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i’m deeply touched to have had this moment with them
#xx#and big beautiful snow capped mount katahdin is to my left#seeing her and her baby and having their trust felt holy#of course she would stomp me to smithereens if she wanted to#but she didn’t#baxter state park#moose#100+#foto
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Banff National Park, AB (No. 7)
Throughout its history, Banff National Park has been shaped by tension between conservationist and land exploitation interests. The park was established on November 25, 1885, as Banff Hot Springs Reserve, in response to conflicting claims over who discovered hot springs there and who had the right to develop the hot springs for commercial interests. The conservationists prevailed when Prime Minister John A. Macdonald set aside the hot springs as a small protected reserve, which was later expanded to include Lake Louise and other areas extending north to the Columbia Icefield.
Archaeological evidence found at Vermilion Lakes indicates the first human activity in Banff to 10,300 BP. Prior to European contact, the area that is now Banff National Park was home to many Indigenous Peoples, including the Stoney Nakoda, Ktunaxa, Tsuut'ina, Kainaiwa, Piikani, Siksika, and Plains Cree. Indigenous Peoples utilized the area to hunt, fish, trade, travel, survey and practice culture. Many areas within Banff National Park are still known by their Stoney Nakoda names such as Lake Minnewanka and the Waputik Range. Cave and Basin served as an important cultural and spiritual site for the Stoney Nakoda.
With the admission of British Columbia to Canada on July 20, 1871, Canada agreed to build a transcontinental railroad. Construction of the railroad began in 1875, with Kicking Horse Pass chosen, over the more northerly Yellowhead Pass, as the route through the Canadian Rockies. Ten years later, on November 7, 1885, the last spike was driven in Craigellachie, British Columbia.
Source: Wikipedia
#Moose Meadows#Pilot Mountain#Copper Mountain#Bow Valley Parkway#aspen#travel#original photography#vacation#tourist attraction#landmark#landscape#countryside#Rocky Mountains#Canada#summer 2024#Alberta's Rockies#Canadian Rockies#flora#nature#forest#sub-alpine fir#Alberta#Banff National Park#pine#tree#woods#Hillsdale Meadow#Mount Ishbel#Mount Cockscomb#Castle Mountain
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Taxidermy and pepsi cans
Moose - Eurasian eagle owl - Siberian roe deer
#animal#picture#mammal#taxidermy#mount#silly#cervidae#deer#moose#owl#bird#eurasian eagle owl#Strigidae#roe deer#Siberian roe deer
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I can never go to a Texas Roadhouse
For I am afraid of taxidermy ;-;
#full body mounts I can do#I just hate looking at the ones where it’s just the head on a wall#they got a moose one and it’s huge and imposing and I hate it
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Kind of disappointing to see the new AOTC mount is a reskin of an already-existing AOTC mount, it just has gold armour and a helmet? The wings are different too. Same dragon, same colour.
I was kinda hoping for like, idk something ethereal themed, or a voidwalker (not like the Shadowlands ones, but maybe like a warlock voidwalker kinda like the glacial tidestorm)
Kinda annoying considering how a lot of people don't raid and like to get the mounts every last season of the expansion through the carry runs. A bit of a let-down.
I got most of mine from carry runs tho lol so I guess my opinion doesn't really count
#makes me even more sad i missed out on the grove warden#as a druid main... that mount is BIS#i was 14 and didnt understand friendship moose runs. so i missed out :(#dont even think i was subbing at the time either so yeah.#ive missed out on a lot of shit simply bc i had to focus on school lmao#delete later#and where did that get me#stuck in a customer service job lawl
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candace flynn is THE most teenage girl character of all time. she is at level 100 anxiety 24/7. she shows her love for her brothers by trying to get them in trouble constantly. her neck is as long as her forearm. she features on a blues album after having an allergic reaction. she has a shrine to her boyfriend in her room. she can't live without her phone. she has a panic room in the basement. she plays 20 instruments that all start with the letter B. she read all of sherlock holmes in one night. she's seen their platypus running around as a secret agent more than once, assumed she was hallucinating each time, and moved on with her life while telling no one. she likes wrestling video games. she was rutabaga princess. she has a billion people to email memes to but when she's trying to think of friends she can only think of four people and one of them is her mom. most animals hate her except monkeys. she invented grilled cheese flavored ice cream. she pretended to be irish for a week. she's autistically obsessed with her universe's version of barney. she writes marvel fanfiction. she does parkour. there's an entire archive of her voice actress screaming just in case her voice ever gave out while recording. she sees her brothers build time machines and rollercoasters every day but doesn't believe in santa. when she starts scheming the wicked witch of the west theme starts playing in the background. she was elected queen of mars. she won a "mayor for the day" essay competition. there's a random person in town who's been avoiding her to the point she doesn't know he exists. she learned how to parallel park by driving a monster truck. she thinks the plural of moose is "meese." she tracks her mom with a GPS. she doesn't know her little brother's full name. she's scared of heights, spiders, and the number seven. when her boyfriend told her he'd call "soon" she started doing complex math to try and figure out when exactly that would be. her first thought upon seeing her royal doppelganger was to go to the laundromat and fill all the dryers with cheese. she earned 50 not-girl-scout patches in one day through sheer determination. she can run fast enough to catch up to moving cars. she can sense when ground is broken in the backyard and when people are judging her. one time she got her face caught in the sink. her brothers carved her into mount rushmore. every now and again a magical zebra appears, calls her kevin, and then disappears again. she killed 99% of an alien invasion with a t-shirt cannon. in an alternate universe she's leading a regime-destroying resistance at the age of 15. she's being accidentally gaslit every day of her life.
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on the topic of mounts for Ibex, the obvious answer would be to give a fiery skyscale for a fiery boy. But....

It's name is dinner, and he will kill you if you question why he keeps it around.
#ibex azureblaze#moose oc posting#skyscales are passe and cliche. springers are the future of mounts.
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𝐛𝐚𝐛𝐲 𝐢𝐭’𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐬𝐢𝐝𝐞 ᝰ ⋆⁺₊❅.



CHRISTMAS ACTIVITIES WITH THE JJK MEN!
you can definitely see my favorites...
Satoru Gojo:
Satoru would try and take you moose-back riding: keyword try
he grew up being exceptional at everything, so he thought this would be no different
boy, was he wrong
you walked up to your moose calmly, hands held out for the massive creature to sniff—to gain its trust. It seemed to relax in your presence. with a few reassuring words and a couple of pats, it allowed you the honor of being able to climb onto its back with ease. meanwhile, the scene next to you was anything but graceful. gojo was struggling. a lot. "why is he looking at me like that?" "i think it wants to kill me," "why doesn't he like me..." he all but whined "maybe he can sense your charming personality," you teased. gojo spent the majority of his time whining about the audacity of the moose (that he picked out mind you). and when he was finally able to mount it, for a few gratifying seconds, the moose bucked wildly, sending him flying backward. you guide your own moose towards where he lies sprawled out in the snow, trying to contain your laughter. "totally planned for that to happen." "sure ya did honey," let's just say gojo never looked at a moose the same way again.
Suguru Geto:
Suguru was skeptical when you brought up the idea of Christmas baking.
you wanted to do something to keep the twins, mimiko, and nanako, entertained
"are you sure this isn't going to end in a mess?" he asked, arms crossed over his chest as he stood in the kitchen doorway. "it's supposed to be messy, besides, they'll love it" mimiko and nanako were already perched up on the counter, smiling excitedly as they tried to get geto to join them, tugging on is sleeve and looking up at him with big puppy eyes. its no surprise that he gave in. mimiko was meticulous, carefully pressing cookie cutters into the dough with laser focus, while nanako was more chaotic, enthusiastically cutting out shapes in rapid succession—often forgetting to clean off the edges. geto couldn’t help but chuckle as he leaned over to help Nanako fix her crooked star cookie. “like this,” he said softly, guiding her hands. meanwhile, you were rolling out more dough when mimiko quietly came up to you. “can we make a heart one?” she asked shyly. You nodded, handing her the cutter. “of course, sweetie. maybe we can decorate it for suguru-nii later?" geto definitely overheard that. when it came time to decorate, the real chaos began. nanako somehow managed to get frosting everywhere—on her hands, her face, and even a streak across her cheek. “nanako, the frosting is for the cookies,” geto said with a sigh, though there was no real annoyance in his tone. mimiko, ever the perfectionist, took her time placing each sprinkle with care. “suguru-nii, look! I made a snowman!” she said, holding up her creation proudly. he smiled, brushing a hand over her hair. “It’s perfect, mimiko.” by the time you were done, the kitchen was a disaster. flour dusted the counters and the floor, and there was frosting on practically everything, including a streak in geto’s hair that he hadn’t noticed yet. (no one tell him) the girls were exhausted but happy, sitting at the table with mugs of warm milk and admiring their cookies. mimiko leaned against geto’s arm while nanako leaned against yours, both content and sleepy. geto glanced over at you, a soft smile on his face. “you were right, they loved it,” he murmured, his voice low enough that only you could hear. “told you,”
Kento Nanami:
tree picking with Kento was probably one of the most tedious tasks on the planet
you never expected him to be so serious about such a holiday, but you can't say you're surprised
nanami wasn't sure how he roped into picking out a Christmas tree with you, I mean, this wasn't exactly his idea of a relaxing afternoon. but with relentless begging and pleading on your end he found himself holding a saw in one hand while his other had his fingers laced between yours and secured in his coat pocket. "we should get this one" you gigglied while pointing towards a lopsided tree. "absolutely not." "but it adds character!" after what felt like hours of deliberation (and a lot of back and forth over the "symmetry of a tree") you finally settle on a tall, full tree, that met nanami's (ridiculous in your eyes) standards. decorating, however, was a different story. nanami was a perfectionist in every sense of the word. as he meticulously placed ornaments and adjusted the lights until everything was perfectly balanced. “It’s just a tree,” you teased as he redid the tinsel for the 3rd time. “It’s not ‘just a tree.’ It’s the centerpiece of Christmas,” he replied, dead serious. by the time the tree was finished, it was nothing short of a masterpiece. as you admired the warm glow of the lights, nanami handed you a cup of hot cocoa and let out a rare, contented sigh. “you were right,” he said softly. “It was worth the effort.” for the rest of the night, you caught him stealing glances at the tree, his lips curving into the faintest smile.
Ryomen Sukuna:
it took you 3 hours of incessant pestering for Ryomen to finally crack and join you on your holiday shopping trip
let's just say you end up regretting it.
sukuna couldn't care less about christmas. to him, it was nothing but an annoying excuse for humans to prance around in hideous sweaters and screech (sing) ridiculous songs to one another. so when you dragged him out to do christmas shopping, he made it his personal mission to ruin everyone else’s day. “why are we even here?” he grumbled as you wandered through aisles of ornaments and festive decorations. “because you need to get out more,” you replied, dodging his annoyed glare. but instead of helping, sukuna decided to make his own fun. anytime a kid got too close, he’d flash them a devilish grin, his sharp teeth on full display. “you better behave, or i’ll really give you something to cry about,” he said, voice low and menacing. cue the immediate screaming. “kuna!” you hissed, swatting his arm as the poor kid ran to their parents. “what? i thought this was the season for fear,” it got worse when he found an aisle with animatronic decorations (ok maybe this is just where I live but why is there still halloween decor out???). he’d activate the ones with creepy faces, making them jump-scare unsuspecting shoppers while he cackled in delight. “look at them! scrambling away like scared little mice,” he sneered, clearly having way too much fun. you, on the other hand, were mortified. “this is christmas, not halloween,” you groaned, dragging him away from the chaos he caused. but he just smirked, completely unbothered. “could’ve fooled me. everyone looks terrified.” by the time you finished shopping, the store staff was glaring at you, and sukuna looked smugger than ever. as you hauled your bags to the car, you gave him a pointed look. “you’re impossible.” note to self: never let him out to the general public.
Megumi Fushiguro:
megumi has been ice skating once in his life, at the age of 10
he fell flat on his ass and vowed to never touch the ice again
until you, that is
megumi still wasn’t sure how you convinced him to come ice skating. “it’s not like i’ll be good at it,” he grumbled, he was already mentally preparing for disaster. but somehow, here he was, lacing up skates while you beamed at him. a bright smile on your face as you tugged on the sleeve of his sweater (your favorite) and directed him towards the ice. the moment he stepped onto the ice, his legs wobbled like a newborn deer. he gripped the wall with a death grip, glaring at the ice as if it personally offended him. “this is stupid,” he muttered. you, ever the showoff, skated effortlessly back toward him, stopping with a little flourish. “you’re supposed to move, megumi, not cling to the wall,” you teased, holding out your hands. he stared at your hands, then at the ice, then back at your hands. “i’m going to fall,” he stated flatly. “probably,” you said with a shrug, “but that’s part of the fun!” begrudgingly, he let go of the wall and took your hands. his movements were stiff and awkward as you guided him across the ice. every slip and stumble made him scowl harder, his ears burning red from embarrassment. at one point, his balance gave out completely, and he went down with a thud. you tried not to laugh, but the way he just sat there, glaring and grumbling at the ice like it betrayed him, made it impossible. “go ahead. laugh,” he deadpanned. “i’m not laughing at you! just… near you,” you replied, wiping tears from your eyes before offering him a hand to get back up. he hesitated but eventually allowed you to help him. after a while, he found a rhythm—though he still refused to let go of your hand for long. by the end, he was still wobbly, still scowling, but there was a faint sense of satisfaction in his eyes. when you pointed it out, he rolled them and muttered, “it’s not like i enjoyed it.” he was a liar.
Yuji Itadori:
yuji was so excited to decorate gingerbread houses
at least, until the smell hit him
“this smells so good,” he said, already nibbling on one of the walls. “yuji, that’s supposed to be part of the house,” You watched as he sheepishly put it down… only to sneak a bite of a different piece when he thought you weren’t looking. you were. at first, he tried to stay focused. he squeezed out some frosting here, stuck a gumdrop to the roof there, and proudly showed it off like it was a masterpiece. but within minutes, you noticed the pile of gingerbread shrinking. at an abnormally fast rate. “yuji, for the love of—stop eating the house!” “i’m not!” he said, crumbs falling from his mouth as he tried to look innocent. “i’m just… quality checking.” "quality checking my—" by the time you finished your own gingerbread house, yuji’s was barely half built. instead of walls, there were just scattered crumbs and a single frosting-covered gummy bear left standing. it was a mess. “what happened to your house?” you asked, trying not to laugh. “it’s an abstract gingerbread house. very minimalist. also, i was hungry.” he shrugged, unapologetic. you couldn’t even be mad at him—especially when he offered you a piece of gingerbread with a sheepish grin. “want to split the roof? it’s the best part.”
Yuta Okkotsu:
it was a miracle that yuta was even in town for christmas
after a rough week-long mission you just wanted him to relax
yuta had just returned from a week-long mission, his exhaustion obvious in the way his eyes barely stayed open and the dark bags under them. his voice was hoarse from the travel and long days, and when he stepped into your place, he gave you a tired smile. “sorry, i’m late,” he mumbled, rubbing his eyes. “it’s been a long week…” you didn’t mind, though. seeing him home was enough. “you’re not late,” you said softly, leading him to the couch. “how about we just spend christmas indoors? we can watch movies and… just relax.” his eyes flickered with relief at the idea. “sounds perfect,” he murmured, sinking into the couch beside you. you picked out a christmas movie to start, but the moment the opening credits rolled, you noticed his breathing slowing. yuta, still curled up in a blanket beside you, let out a soft sigh, his head leaning gently on your shoulder. as you ran your fingers through his hair, he gave a small hum of contentment. “you’re really tired, huh?” you asked quietly, looking down at him. “mm… a little,” he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep. “just need to rest for a bit… your hands feels nice…” the movie played on, but yuta didn’t even make it halfway through the first one. his body shifted, and soon, he was completely asleep, his head still resting on your shoulder, his chest rising and falling slowly in deep, peaceful breaths. you smiled softly, continuing to run your fingers through his hair, the warmth of him against you making the entire room feel cozy. the movie continued, but no one was watching at this point. you pressed a sweet kiss to his forehead before whispering "welcome back, my love,"

an; i was gonna add toge but when I got home and clicked on my drafts I never finished his part and I couldn't for the life of me remember what I was going to do or think of a new idea so... sorry!
hope you all had a wonderful holiday!
unedited!

@ CHERICOS 2024 all rights reserved do not repost, edit, copy, translate or plagiarise my works
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I wake up and eat my estrogen. I don't need to take ciproterone anymore thanks to my state-sponsored liberal pussy.
I mount my moose and ride to the DEI square with my bigender husband, where I tell the people at the Indian restaurant to give me their most powerful Brahmashirastra Special spicy soy.
I eat, give my compliments to the chef, and hop on my moose again and go to continue our date at the public library, which is full of woke books about genocide, residential schools, racism, and queers. They even have nonbinary trans manga in there, which is probably illegal in Texas or something.
I'm glad I live in Canada.
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Ghoul Hair Headcanons
This wouldn't leave my brain until I put it out into the world
Dewdrop/Sodo
Pin straight corn blonde that goes to his mid back
Very thin
Dry and damaged from his fire transition (Cumulus bullies him into letting her put oils and serums in it to help. He won't admit that he likes it)
Will wash his hair everyday/every time he takes a shower. This is sometimes multiple times a day. (Cumulus and Rain cry in despair)
Cowlick at the front part. Annoys the shit out of him when it dries funny
Let's his hair air dry after a shower
His hair used to be normally oily pre fire transition from the ministry's lake but noticed that if he swims for long periods of time his hair will be greasy and gross
Leaves hair EVERYWHERE. In the shower, on the furniture, clothes, you.
Uses everyone else's shampoo and conditioner bc he's too lazy to get his own
Will wear it up in a spider clip when practicing
Doesn't like people touching it, will let the other ghouls braid/style it on occasions or if they give him their best puppy dog eyes long enough
Somehow manages to not have bed head. Wakes up and his hair is fine. The pack considers this the 8th wonder of the world
Gets annoyed when his hair gets caught in his mask/balaclava bc he was too lazy to either tie it up himself or let one of the others do it for him preshow
Rain
Wavy hair that curls up just under his ears, blackish almost dark blue in certain light
Hair defies logic, will curl/wave in patterns that don't make sense
Uses 837+ products in it to make it glossy and soft after swimming (screams internally after Dew leaves barely a squirt of shampoo left in the shower and doesn't replace it)
Sleeps with a silk pillowcase
Will pin his hair back with pearl barrettes that papa gifted him
BEDHEAD. The WORST BEDHEAD out of all the ghouls. Wakes up looking like he lost a fight with a moose
Will let anyone run their fingers through it/brush it/style it. He will make you wash your hands beforehand though
Dries it using a cotton T-shirt. Usually the one he was wearing pre-shower
Washes his hair every 3-5 days
Mountain
Brown 3b curly mullet/Mohawk
Shaves the sides bc he finds the hair tickling his ears and horns annoying
Usually has leaves or flowers caught in his hair
Bangs cover his eyes
Cowlick at the crown of his head
Oil? Seums? Who is she, bc Mountain has never heard of her
His horns make headbands impossible so he will use bobby pins to keep his bangs out of the way while in the greenhouse or practicing
Bobby pins are everywhere. In the greenhouse, the practice room, living room, kitchen, EVERYWHERE
Consequently knows how to lockpick doors with said Bobby pins. No he will not tell you how he knows how to do this
Wraps his hair in silk handkerchiefs to sleep
Will wash his hair once a week if he remembers
Shakes his hair out like a dog to dry unless one of the others corner him with the Dyson hair dryer. (He won't admit that he hates the sound it makes)
Will throw in leave in conditioner overnight
Let's Phantom and Aurora put in cute clips that he forgets about
Once showed up to practice with a head full of colorful butterfly clips bc he forgot about them. Copia didn't say anything, wanted to see how long it would take Mount to notice while head banging. He didn't notice the entire practice until one flew off and hit his drum set
Swiss
Dark brownish black locs, sometimes will braid in colors if he's feeling like it. Mostly dark colors like burgundy or purple. Has been convinced to do gold before tours by the others
JEWELRY!!! LOTS of metal rings, cuffs and jewels. Loves being the shiniest thing in the room
Has as many if not more hair care products than Rain. Takes care to make sure his hair doesn't get damaged and is healthy
Sleeps with a silk bonnet to protect his hair
Has done fun style like space buns with his locs but will usually leave it down or in a top knot
Will wash it every 7-10 days or so unless it gets super dirty
Will take care of the rest of the packs hair, is the pack mom about it
Dew/Sodo frustrates the HELL out of him. What do you mean you don't use conditioner??
Will chew on the cuffs like a fidget toy
Takes great pride in his hair, will spend forever in the bathroom if you let him
If his hair isn't cooperating with him, that's it for the day you will not see him
Has injured himself/others while practicing from all the metal in his hair while headbanging/throwing himself around (was forced to wear a cone of shame during the rest of that practice)
Phantom/Aeon
Very wavy almost curly black hair with white streak on the left side
Hair thins out and curls around his shoulders with whispy bangs
Wolf cut girlie ✨
Soft and fluffy, loves to have his scalp scratched and hair played with. Will absolutely fall asleep while it's being done
Has tinted his hair with purple bc he likes the aesthetic
The others have found him in the bathroom at 3am with scissors bc he saw a trend on TikTok and wanted to try it (he was banned from scissors for 3 months)
Swiss cried when he saw it in the morning (what did you do??)
Forgets to wash his hair but is still better than Mountain about it
Washes every 5-7 days
Originally would use a towel to dry until he found the Dyson and now is a menace
Will chew on his hair until it's brought to his attention
Headbands, headbands, HEADBANDS! LOVES THEM.
Has demon horns ones, cat ear ones, regular ones, even those zig zag ones that hurt he doesn't care he loves them
Will use whatever's in the bathroom but prefers softer smelling products
Hates hairspray with a passion
Doesn't sleep with any special pillow cases, etc
Double cowlick where his bags sit and at the crown
Gets really REALLY bad knots at the base of his skull. Will cry when Swiss or Cumulus has to brush them out
Aether
Strawberry blonde short hair and shaved on the sides
Slicked back fade, likes the greaser look from the 50s
Do not touch this man's hair
Not only is it slicked back with 50lbs of product he will also bite you
Has sideburns
Somehow still uses 3-in-1 despite being picky about how his hair looks
Will sing into the hair dryer while using it
Hair is dry, not damaged but definitely not hydrated/healthy enough
Doesn't wear any accessories except for a beanie in the winter
Looks like a peacock in the morning, hair is just everywhere. Sticks up in every direction when he wakes up
Washes it everyday due to the product he puts in it
Fell asleep on the tour bus once and there was a grease spot left from his hair gel
Uses hair pomade that smells like vanilla and sandalwood
Goes through a jar of pomade every two days. The ministry's budget is crying, shaking in their boots bc of this ghouls usage of hair gel
Is a walking fire hazard from the gel
Cumulus
4b curl pattern, rocks the afro with bangs
Natural color is a dark reddish brown but dyes it fun colors like sky blue
Loves to tie it up with a cute designed handkerchief or bun, etc
Will accessorize with butterfly clips or spiral hair wyrms/Jewels
Washes it once a week but uses hair oils/serums daily
Bullies Dew/Sodo into letting her care for his hair
Is the go to for hair advice after Swiss
Uses a silk bonnet and silk pillowcase to sleep
Will use a cotton T-shirt to dry it/scrunch it and then finishes with the dyson
Second biggest hair shedder after Dew/Sodo
Will style it like Rosie the Riveter for practice
Doesn't like it when people touch her hair unless they ask first
Even then the answer may be no
Likes floral scented shampoo/conditioner
Aurora
Straight flat hair with choppy bags
THICCCC hair, goes to the bottom of her shoulder blades
Platinum blonde but dyed underneath
Enjoys the shocked gasps she gets when she pulls her hair up to show the rainbow underneath
Doesn't hold a curl for the life of her, she's tried
Usually keeps her hair down, will do a low ponytail for practice
Twin braids on sides framing her face
Likes playing with the others hair since hers doesn't hold different styles well
No cowlicks but her hair knots horrendously. After show care includes at least two other ghouls trying to help her unknot her hair from her balaclava
Washes it once a week,prefers cinnamon scented soaps
Super greasy if she uses too much product
Is in love with the Dyson hair dryer, fights with Aether on who gets to use it as a mic
Cirrus
Thin, straight dark black hair to her mid back
Twinning with Dew/Sodo except she takes care of her hair ✨
Shorted whispy hair framing her face
Her hair looks blue in certain light, almost like an oil slick
Split ends? Couldn't be her
Favorite shampoo scent is mint
Will spend hours combing her hair
Prefers combs over brushes
Doesn't get bad bed head but her hair is super static-y.
Will wear twin braids when practicing or pin the braids to her head with clips
Hair always looks super elegant
Like Aurora her hair can't hold a curl
Doesn't use anything special to sleep with
Will wash every 3-5 days
Uses serums as needed but her hair is super hydrated
Very soft
Prefers not to be touched but will allow certain ghouls to braid it if asked
Is the one who bought the Dyson hair dryer, is super amused by everyone's feral reactions to it.
#nameless ghouls#the band ghost#dewdrop ghoul#sodo ghoul#rain ghoul#swiss ghoul#mountain ghoul#phantom ghoul#aeon ghoul#cirrus ghoulette#aurora ghoulette#cumulus ghoulette#the ghoulettes#ghost band#ghost bc#dewdrop ghost#sodo ghost#mountain ghost#swiss ghost#rain ghost#phantom ghost#aether ghost#aether ghoul#shitghosting#nameless ghoul headcanons#ghost headcanons
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Banff National Park, AB (No. 6)
Banff National Park is the most visited Alberta tourist destination and one of the most visited national parks in North America, with more than three million tourists annually. Tourism in Banff contributes an estimated CA$6 billion annually to the economy.
A park pass is required for stopping in the park, and permit checks are common during the summer months, especially at Lake Louise and the start of the Icefields Parkway. A permit is not required if travelling straight through the park without stopping. Approximately 5 million people pass through Banff annually on the Trans-Canada Highway without stopping.
In 2009, Banff Lake Louise Tourism hoped the appearance of the "Crasher Squirrel" internet meme would stimulate interest in the park. The meme is based on a photograph of a Minnesotan couple visiting the park on the shore of Lake Minnewanka that was "crashed" by a Columbian ground squirrel; the photograph was published in major news sources around the world and the image of the squirrel was digitally manipulated into humorous photos.
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Yuka’s halloween costume 👻 mounted moose head! It only made sense, and it was my gf’s idea! I have ideas for our other fellas do to as well.. I haven’t really done Halloween stuff so I just wanna see if I could do a few 🤔 anyways, Yuka never been to a Halloween party or done any Halloween stuff in general, so I assume his friends got him to participate finally 😛 call him Chronic wasting disease the way he’s rotting
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Mountain Hc!!
When he was first Summoned, Mountain had massive antlers which he took a lot of pride in. He's tall anyway, but his antlers added another foot at their tallest point. It took him a while to get used to walking through doors as he always smacked his antlers on the top of doorframes. There's also marks in the stonework around the ministry where Mount used to rub the velvet off his antlers.
After two years Topside, Mountain shed his antlers, much in the same way moose do. It was slightly accidental, he got his antlers caught up in a tree while out on a walk. When they fell off, he took them back inside and gave them to Copia, neither of them knew what to do with them. It was Aether's idea to mount them in the pack den.
It took Mountain a while to get used to having no antlers. He'd put his hands up to fix his hair and still make space for his non existent antlers, or he'd go to hang his jewelry on them only to realise he could do that anymore.
Everyone was shocked when they noticed Mountain's new horns growing in. They were all expecting antlers again, not the ram horns that did start growing though. Mountain's confidence was knocked for quite a while, he'd always had antlers and they felt like a key part of himself. He kept himself isolated in his room for a few weeks and covered all his mirrors.
It was a few months until he finally began to accept his new horns. He found a few pros about having horns instead of antlers too. He could walk though doors a lot easier, he could finally sleep at the top of his bed instead of in the middle as he no longer has to make room for his antlers, he could finally wear hats too which he really enjoyed during winter!
Mountain, now, loves his horns. He really likes his new look. According to a few siblings of sin who knew him when he was first Summoned, his horns make him look less menacing than his antlers did, which he's thankful for as he really is a gentle giant.
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Insane!Knight x Dead!Reader
TW: descriptions of violence and death, grave-robbing, implied necrophilia (not from the Main Guy) homicidal and suicidal ideations
The sound of sharpened metal slashing through flesh fills his ears, the echoing cries of the dead, the clomping of horses’ hooves as they run across stone roads. He can taste the iron in the air, the warmth of the blood seeping through his armor. The man before him lay motionless, eyes open and aghast, a permanent picture of the horrors he faced before succumbing to them. The knight stares at him a moment; the man wore peasant clothes, dirty and tattered from the years of use, his hands calloused and muddy from his work on the land, a young man no more than twenty-five. The knight turns away, the man he had just killed not leaving a second thought in his mind.
The town is dead, few managed to run before the ensuing slaughter, some others hide and pray, eventually being the lucky few who manage to survive as the others are hacked and sliced apart in a rainfall of gore. As the dust settles and the fires rage, the men take their trophies. Some being the ears or tongues of rival men, others the stiffening bodies of the dead. The leader takes nothing, only watching the carnage and the joy elicited from it.
The cavalry mount their steeds, no remorse in the onslaught of them after committing their heinous crimes, they talk and laugh among themselves, parading their trophies with pride. The leader, a knight in armor stained almost black with blood, a large and foreboding presence, almost spits in disgust. He watches the creatures, the men, under his command, waiting for the day he allows himself to murder them all. All of them, including him, will fall by his hand. The god of justice will use him as a vessel to end the tyranny he is a part of.
The men pass through the forest, through a small lake, a moose looking up from the water to eye them as they go, and through the small village that leads to the castle, to their King. The towns-people parade around the knights, men shouting their praises while women throw roses, children running along the road to try and keep up with the large war horses. The dark knight ignores it all, solely focused on getting back, on seeing you. The princess. His princess. As they ride up the winding path, they are greeted by the guards and nobles who stay there, allowing their entrance into the land; a few women look on with disgust, others with respect and awe.
The kings’ praises are a blur, the banquet dinner, the drinking, the rowdy men who fight as much as they speak, all of it leaving no real impact. Nothing matters, nothing is real until he gets to you. Wrapped in the finest shawls and silks, you lie there waiting. Oils and herbs coat your skin, a black veil resting over your porcelain face, a dress made of silver and cotton adorn you. You lay in your casket, stiff and cold, the life that sparkled your eyes long gone. The knight kneels before you, his armored hand coming to grasp at yours.
“I missed you, my love.”
His other hand moves to the veil, lifting it to see your now hollowing cheeks, your sunken eyes, your pale skin and cracked lips. No one knows you’re here, just hours after your service and burial, once the overbearing light of the Sun had gone, he came to get you. He knew you wouldn’t like being buried alone.
Even under the armor he can feel your skin is hard and cold, a mockery to the warmth you would bring him. Your love was forbidden, a disgrace to your family name, but that would never stop him from devoting his life to yours. Even now, in death, his love will not falter. You had made him promise you that he would never leave, that he would love you forever, no matter what happens, and he’s not anything if not a man of his word.
He stares at you for a long time, the pain in his heart unbearable, if not for the belief you had for him to bring this world to something greater, he’d soon join you. Alas, his work here is not finished, he will have to wait a little longer to see you. He will leave this Earth as something you would be proud of. “I forgot your flowers. How careless of me.” His voice is monotone, no feelings erupting from it or his features, him just as dead as you, the only difference being his heart still beating. He stands quietly, making his way out of the abandoned dungeon that's been sealed off from the rest of the castle, to your spot in the garden. You loved it here, it’s where you two kissed for the first time, the moonbeams shining down on you two like a divine blessing from the gods.
He eyes the flowers before him meticulously, only the most beautiful being worthy to die along with you, before he spots one. The color so vibrant and beautiful, it makes all the others look dull. He squats down to pick it before a soft voice calls to him,
“Don’t.”
Of course, how careless of him, you don’t want such a beautiful thing to die. He smiles softly, the soft glow of the moon reflecting off his helmet and armor. An overwhelming relief washes over him; he relishes when you’re here, when you speak to him. He hadn’t heard from you since he had left two days ago, only a full day after he came back to get you, and he started to worry you wouldn’t come back, that you were angry with him for leaving. Though, he knew better than to doubt you. He may not be able to feel your warmth with his hands anymore, but he feels it in his heart. He knew you’d never leave him, even the night you were taken from him, you still came back, whispering sweet nothings in his ear as he lay in bed, a ghost-like trace of your hand running along his muscles as sleep eventually overtook him, granted only by your presence.
“I can’t see you. Please, let me see you.” He calls into the night softly, a desperate yearning clawing its way out. He swivels from one direction to the next, praying to catch even the smallest glimpse. He hears nothing, sees nothing. You left again, just as quick as you came, and he can’t feel your presence anymore. If possible, the grief grows, the pain so excruciating he can do nothing but let out a small, quick breath, as though if he were to breathe, his whole body would shatter like glass. He clutches his chest softly, physically feeling his heart tear apart. Eventually, he gains the strength for his eyes to shift to the garden again, before bending down and quickly snatching the next best flower he could find.
His knees feel weak as he descends into the dungeon once again, seeing your lifeless form resting in a cacophony of jewels and dying white lilies. He replaces the flower he had left in your hands that rests on your abdomen, a fresh one taking its place. You look so peaceful, if it isn’t wasn't for the early signs of decay, he could’ve convinced himself you were just sleeping.
He removes his helmet and armor, the soft clinking of the metal the only sound in the room: he does not know his age, who his parents are, or where he came from. He knows he is a man no younger than late twenties, with raven colored hair and eyes as bright blue as a cloud-less sky. At least, that’s how you used to describe them. A large scar runs diagonally across his face, causing him to have a slight cleft lip, a feature he hated but you adored. He lies down beside you, no clothes or blankets to cover him, the cold stone floor causing a chill to run deep into his bones. He deserves any pain or discomfort he feels, because he was not there to save you, and he will spend the rest of his days making up for that fact.
He was a wretched man, almost no better than the knights under his liege, until he met you. For the first time, he was understood, you did not believe he was a man born evil, only inflicting the horrors he faced back on to others. You were smart, and did not allow him to speak, or even see you, in a negative way. Demanding respect with the kindness to earn it. You were enigmatic, almost philosophical in the way you taught him to love. He will never find another like you, nor does he want to.
His hand comes up to grip your arm softly, his skin only now touching yours. You were cold in a way he could not describe, a cold that shouldn’t be. It felt wrong, unnatural. For the first time, he feels your warmth truly stripped away, leaving a hollow husk behind, and whatever sanity he had left until that point, was gone.
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🦌 Annual report /. [Albany, N.Y.: The Commission, 1903]-1911. Original source Image description: Historical illustration depicting two sets of antlers: the upper image shows a mounted moose head with large antlers, labeled as one of the last moose killed in the Adirondacks, donated to the American Museum of Natural History; below is a photograph of elk antlers, arranged on a stand outdoors in front of a house, identified as elk killed in Genesee Valley around 1845, noted as the last elk known in New York State. Both images highlight significant wildlife trophies representing now rare or extinct species in the region.
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