#orlic

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Broooos

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[fieldsofwriting]

Can all the bachelors and bachelorettes from FoM sing, or at least know how to?

Ooooh this is a good one!! I’m gonna do who can and can’t sing as two separate categories.

Can’t Sing:

- Balor: sorry buddy. I just look at him and I’m convinced he can’t hold a tune. I think he can ‘sing’ I can see an easier song- one that’s more spoken in tune rather than sung sounding really good. But as for singing? No. Mans can’t sing.

- Juniper: I love her. I really do. But I can not be convinced she can sing. I’ve heard her laugh (/aff) and I think she would be tone deaf. I’m so sorry.

- Adeline: Simualr to Baylor, I dont think she’s awful if she tries. But I think she’s a hummer not a singer if that makes sense.

Can Sing:

- Celine: My beloved girl can sing. She sings as pretty as the flowers in her garden. She probably sings shyly, I don’t see her being an overpowering voice. But I also like to imagine she sings lullabies to Dell when she spends the night.

- Ryis: He can sing. 100% there’s no doubt in my mind. He’s like a disney prince singing to his beloved birds. I also think he can whistle like a pro, he likes to say the birds taught him.

- Valen: I can not explain this. She can sing. And it’s Opera. I think she’d fuck up the Opera bro, she’s got this regal sophistication that just screams Opera.

- Eiland: I think he’s better at singing that his sister, but still not the best out of those who can sing. Similar to how Adeline hums while she works, I can see him digging and singing to himself.

- Reina: She can sing too, for sure! Hemlock is a performer, I definitely think it’s something she inherited from her dad. Plus I can see her jamming out in the kitchen and singing while she’s really in the zone for cooking.

-March: I think he can sing. But he would rather take that to his grave than ever admit it. He doesn’t hum, he doesn’t whistle. You would think this man has no musical bone in his body but then he’d be rocking your baby to sleep one night and you’d hear the most soft and beautiful voice from him.

Wild Cards:

- Hayden: I genuinely can not think if He would be a good singer, or a bad but endearing singer. If he’s good, then he sings to his animals every night some sweet country and they love it. If he’s bad? Then he still does it but they all love it still because he’s trying his best. I think he’d ether have the voice of an angel or sound like a raccoon trying to get out of a garbage can.

Bonus!

- Orlic: I think he’s got the voice of an angel. He gets so much praise and love from everyone because he sounds so good. He’d sing any and every where he got the chance. Not to show off necessarily but just because he likes it and it makes people smile! 

[amywritesthings]

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Pairing: march/farmer (fields of mistria) Word Count: 2.5k Summary: It's your first Halloween in Mistria, and you're excited for the costume party at the inn. One small problem: you accidentally match your costume with the worst possible person.

Tag: halloween, mild language, enemies to something, everyone ships you with march except march, friday night at the inn, unresolved romantic tension Credits: dividers by @saradika-graphics

HALLOWEEN AT THE INN.

Maybe the Kiki costume is too on the nose.

While you’re technically the new farmer of the town, tending your crops has recently begun to feel like a secondary job to the impromptu delivery service you’ve tripped into.

Not that you mind — if Hayden leaves a communal bulletin stating he needs an egg, then you’re more than happy to pop by and deliver.

(Though… doesn’t he technically own a ranch? Why would he need more eggs?)

Whatever.

Not your problem, just your solution.

Tonight marks your first-ever costume party at the inn.

While it’s been a town tradition for years, perhaps even decades, you find Hemlock stating that this year simply feels different.

Lighter, maybe. More exciting.

(Because the town needs a little excitement that isn’t privy towards an earthquake.)

You stand in front of your elongated mirror tucked against your bookshelves, tugging at the purple-blue skirt skimming your thighs.

It isn’t difficult to guess what you’re dressed as: between the massive bright bow wrapped around your head like a headband, the flats, the smock dress, and the stuffed black cat tucked under your arm, you should hope your friends know what you’re dressed as.

Kiki, the delivery service girl from the Studio Ghibli movie of similar title.

With one last huff of anxiety, you turn for the front door and trudge through your dilapidated (see: work in progress) farm to make your way towards the heart of town.

Josephine has already decked out the front with strings of paper bats and pumpkins lining the doors to the inn. The gentle glow of recently-carved pumpkins framing said doors with the bails of hay you donated to tonight’s event brings a nostalgic warmth to your heart. 

You can’t remember the last time you went to a Halloween event, much less a costume party.

As your hand reaches for the door, you’re met with a sudden burst of wind.

The door flies open towards you, revealing a button-nosed Dell peering up from her perch. Whiskers streak her rosy cheeks, the black cat ears a stark contrast to her cropped blonde hair.

“You’re here!” she chirps excitedly, beaming up at you.

“Hey, Dell,” you greet politely, opening the door for her. 

It appears the rascals of Mistria are following in tow — as they tend to do all over town in a troop — all equal parts dressed up as various animals.

Maple has a small painted bunny nose with tall ears in her hair.

In true Luc fashion, a spider body with fuzzy arms attached to his appendages. He doesn’t look the least bit comfortable, but he’s clearly excited to be an arachnid nonetheless.

“Are you Kiki this year?” Dell inquires.

Luc fixes his glasses with his many arms before perking up at your added props. “Whoa, and you have Jiji with you!”

Dell gets this look on her face, as if knowing something you don't know, but you think nothing of it at the time.

“Celine is back by the kitchen with Adaline and Orlic,” Maple suggests as if assuming you’re looking for the eldest sister.

Celine had been one of your first friends in town, so it’s no surprise to you that one would anticipate you would gravitate right towards them.

However, hearing Orlic’s name in the mix makes your stomach flip-flop, because—

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    Well, let’s get it out of the way early.

For the record, you love to spend your time at the blacksmith shop.

For the past month you’ve been hard at work in the mines, exploring the ins and outs of such a mysterious place, so naturally you’ve come to the shop to forge your tools and weapons.

And you’ve gotten good at offering a helping hand when it comes to blacksmithing.

Like, really good.

So good that Orlic has even set up a little spot for you to consolidate and work.

—only issue is that it’s right next to March’s bench.

March.

The bane of your existence, if you ever had one.

The naysayer that wants you gone from this damn town.

The only person in town who seems to have a big problem with you being here.

You wish you understood why — it isn’t like you did anything wrong to him.

You show up to the shop with an ever-revolving door of gifts from the mines.

Slowly but surely, you’ve learned what each brother likes. Olric is easy to please: he’s happy to take any stone you find, hoping one day to find a gem in the rough.

March, however…

He couldn’t care less that you show up after a long day’s work, dirtied and exhausted, holding out a piece of copper ore like a proverbial olive branch.

(Tch, he clicks with his tongue like clockwork, I could do better.)

Still, you persist.

Because deep down, you don’t think March actually hates you.

Orlic has said it time and time again — his brother can be tough to get used to, but that’s because he doesn’t have many friends. A loner at heart; March would rather sit in solace and march (no pun intended) to the beat of his own drum.

He likes you in his own way!

If it wasn’t for one of the first nights at the inn, then you wouldn’t believe it.

You distinctly remember walking in with Adeline after accomplishing a renovation of a bridge (to nowhere, you’d like to preface, but a job’s a job) when a voice jumped out from the fray of baseline chatter.

“Yo, farmer!”

Slurred, maybe, but after so much time at the blacksmith shop, you know it well.

However there’s little bite to March as he stands from his bar stool, face flushed with a flourishing pink as he sips from his mug.

He makes it a point to poke his head over his brother’s to see your face, and he…

Smiles.

Not in mockery.

Not in hatred.

A real, bonafide, drunk-as-a-skunk smile.

“Come here,” he hiccups, sloshing some beer as he tries to beckon you closer. “C’mere—”

You don’t think March remembers, but he talked to you.

For three hours straight, actually, about nothing in particular.

Your farm.

Your week.

Your future plans.

Chin dropped to his propped-up fist, his eyes are hazy, but he listens. Intently. Like he’s genuinely interested in what you have to say.

At first it was jarring, especially since Orlic hopped up to give you his seat and never returned, but after twenty or so minutes it was… nice.

The next morning you were strangers.

Six straight days of snappy remarks, but without as much bite.

By the time Friday rolled around again, you found him in the same position — drinking, happily enjoying a communal game, while waving to you periodically to get your attention while you’re busy spending time discussing the week with Celine and Reina.

You want to ask Orlic.

Hell, you want to ask anyone to make sure you’re not imagining the once-a-week friendliness.

But you don’t.

You just endure six whole days until the next Friday rolls around.

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    As the kids shuffle out of the inn to get some air, you walk into the festively-decorated venue looking for a drink.

Reina had said something about themed finger-foods and drinks, both mocktail and cocktail, that she was beyond proud of.

There’s a circle near the tail end of the bar where Celine, Reina, Orlic, and Ryis all chat. Ryis has gone traditional cowboy, while Reina and Celine match in regency ball gowns, presumably a period-piece costume. Orlic is standing in an inflatable dinosaur costume, so you can only make out the visor of his eyes in the blow-up ensemble.

And when their eyes land on you, they stop talking completely.

At first it feels normal, albeit intimidating, but you wave and walk over anyway.

(Why has Ryis’ jaw dropped to the floor? And why is he excusing himself with a little laugh?)

“Hey, guys!” you greet as cheerily as you can, and Celine gives a look to Reina.

…huh.

The same kind of look Dell had on her face, like there’s something unspoken being passed around by your appearance.

“Oh — hello,” Celine replies in her musical voice, curtseying in character. “Lovely costume!”

“Yeah, it looks amazing on you,” Reina adds, but she keeps looking around.

You feel like there’s something you’re missing.

Staring down the cat and broomstick in your arms, you open your mouth to compliment them in return, but—

“So that’s why March didn’t want to match with me!”

Orlic pipes up, his dinosaur suit squishing and swishing around as he holds his arms out.

“I would have never guessed you’d plan a costume together,” pipes up Celine, shoulders deflating as if glad someone brought up the elephant in the room.

Except you can’t see said elephant — it’s still invisible.

“I… sorry,” you start, fixing your bow. “I don’t really know what you’re talking about.”

“You don’t have to be coy, Kiki,” Reina teases with a wave of her hand. “I think it’s cute!”

“But what’s cute?” you urge. “I feel like there’s something—”

“Hey, nerds, I got us the stupid punch. You could’ve told me the ladle was for baby hands. Took me like five minutes to make four drinks.”

At the sound of a gruff, annoyed voice, you turn—

Oh.

Oh, no.

March stares back at you through black-rimmed glasses with equal horror, sloshing one of the drinks he’s delicately balancing in his hands in a diamond.

His hair’s a little flatter than usual, but the fluff fights the frizz of the heated inn. On his body is a striped red and white t-shirt, along with some light blue denim jeans rolled up at the ankles.

The costume is just as distinct as yours.

Tombo.

“The hell are you wearing?” he blurts directly at you, and you hear a high-pitched giggle of excitement behind you come from Celine.

“I… a costume,” you lamely reply.

March scowls. “Yeah, genius, I know that it's a costume 'cus you never wear bows.”

“Yes, I do?”

“Not as big as that one!” he snaps. “They’re always smaller or, like… two, on either side of your— Whatever! But why that costume?”

“Thanks for the drinks, little bro!” Orlic happily states, waddling around you in order to gingerly pick up his punch. “We’re gonna go see how the mummy-wrapping game is going.”

March's eyes shoot wide in confusion.

“Huh?”

“Yeah,” Reina adds, taking two drinks for her and Celine, before giving one back. “Actually, I’m totally hydrated. Our lovely Kiki might need a drink. You two have fun.”

“Huh?!”

March’s head whips side to side so fast that you expect the glasses to fly off of the bridge of his nose.

You stand with your plushie cat and broom, blindsided by the matching outfits.

Oh, god — it clicks.

They think the two of you secretly conspired together to do a couples costume.

That’s not good.

“Why’d everyone leave?” March grumbles. “It took a lot of damn effort not to spill those drinks.”

When you say nothing, he reluctantly returns his attention to you and holds out a drink.

“For the record, I planned to be Tombo before you even got to town, Farmer Girl.”

“I put together whatever I had in my suitcase,” you confess, taking the drink from his hand.

“Sure you didn’t sneak a peek of my costume hangin’ up when you were at the shop?” he accuses, squinting while he sips on his alcoholic punch.

“No, March,” you groan, dropping your head back. “Trust me, I don’t want to be matching with you, either.”

In true March fashion, he contradicts himself without missing a beat.

“Why the hell not?”

“Why?”

“Yeah, what’s so bad about matching me?”

“Because people will think—”

“So?”

“So?” you repeat, slightly higher pitched. “Uh, hello, it’s your worst nightmare?”

“Nah, dressing up as a t-rex is my worst nightmare,” he corrects, like everyone knows this vital piece of information about him. “Orlic was pretty hell bent on getting us to match this year, but I wasn’t sweating my ass off in a damn blow-up suit.”

“And accidentally matching with me is significantly less than that?”

March pauses, marinating on the words, before growing silent to sip more of his drink.

Exasperated, you throw your hands up and switch plushie Jiji from one arm to the other.

“Well, I’ll go home and change. Maybe I have a black shirt and jeans.”

Surely you have to have something basic in your arsenal, even if you were really excited for this costume. But the implication is rearing its ugly head into a territory you’re not sure you went to venture into.

Friendship with the one guy who hates your guts, or worse.

Yet his voice rumbles against the lip of his cup. “What’s a black shirt and pants combo gonna be for a costume?”

“I don’t know, a cat?”

“But Dell’s already a cat.”

“Then a raven! I don’t know.”

March snorts, shaking his head. He uses his free hand to push his fake glasses up the bridge of his nose.

“That’s dumb. Just keep being Kiki.”

The huff out your mouth is laced with disbelief. “And what, have you be my Tombo?”

You don’t mean the words to come out as harshly as they do, but the options to rectify this awkward situation are limited.

It’s either he changes, you change, or—

Well, or you match with your sworn enemy of the town.

Both of you stand shoulder to shoulder, watching the rest of the party rage on.

For what feels like hours, neither of you speak.

A few people greet the two of you, but beyond your initial friend group, no one else seems surprised to see the two of you in a common duo costume.

“I like your bow, by the way.”

The words are so quiet that you almost think you caught wind of a ghost.

Turning your head, the sight before you is one you’ve grown accustomed to: March’s cheeks are flushed, sprinkled with an embarrassed pink.

He side-eyes you, studying the bow before flickering his attention to your face.

You sip your drink, trying your best to look neutral.

“I… think you look nice with glasses.”

That pink turns into crimson, and he buries his head into his chest like he wants to curl into himself to hide the fact that your compliment affects him so deeply.

“...thanks.”

With a curt nod, you bring the cup back to your lips, only to realize it’s only left with ice. 

Huh. You didn’t think you drank it all down.

In your peripheral you see it, but it doesn’t register until something warm lands on your hand — 

March’s fingers overlap yours, gently nudging the cup out of your grip and into his.

“You're empty,” he mumbles. “I’ll get you some more.”

Before you can protest, he turns on a heel and rushes back to the punch cauldron. The blush goes so far as to creep up the nape of his neck and into his dyed-red hair.

You watch him disappear, your stomach flip-flopping with anxiety and…

Butterflies?

Weird. That’s new.

(But that’s how it goes on Friday night at the inn.)

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author's note:

I wrote this in about an hour because I have been dying to try my hand at an FoM fic, and since I'm in a very Halloween-y mood, I figured I could write a little cute heart event for March!

If you got this far, thank you so much for reading! What other costumes do you think March would be cute in? Let me know in the comments! (And thank you for any reblogs, likes, etc.)

[iiyafom]

if you’re still doing art requests. Frog Orlic. Bounus points if he’s on a rock. that’s all

yes they are still open!

i would also like to be a frog on a rock

[artlimited]

Snow in Porec by Karmen Orlic Grzetic https://www.artlimited.net/8525/art/photography-snow-in-porec-digital-nature-vegetal-tree-forest/en/176756

[delicatuscii-wasbella102]

 By Karmen Orlic, Croatia

[overlyegoistic]

Městská fantastika v Praze!

Máte rádi českou městskou fantastiku a jste z Prahy (nebo to nemáte daleko)?

Tak já vám povyprávím o takové městské hře co děláme s kamarádama, protože naposledy jsem o ní psal 2 roky zpátky. Jmenuje se Střípky a odehrává se v Praze dvakrát do roka (když zrovna neni covid). Tady je krátký přehled toho, co se v ní dá potkat:

Rituály z dlažebních kostek

Démoni v kanálech u Botiče

Podivná online textová adventura, která je možná kronikou věcí minulých

Tajemní ochránci Prahy s odznakem Svatováclavské orlice

Stínadla ovládaná Petrem Panem a jeho ztracenými dětmi

Divoženky lovící potenciální manžely v tanečních klubech

Polovládní úřední moloch zahlazující stopy po nadpřirozenu

Souboj labutí a nutrií o pražskou náplavku

Elfí dvůr do kterého se vstupuje branou co zbyla po parku Kanálka

Putovní kočičí bar Na Měsíci

Útvar pro Nestandardní Operace, jehož příslušníci se snaží řešit vše od nekonsenzuálního koledování po supernaturální vraždy

Opuštěné nádraží Praha-Zababov plné hladových duchů vlaků

Samozvaný král Prahy a boss místního podsvětí, Jiří Poděbradský, s manželkou Zlatou

Lehce pochybní poslíčci s pizzou, kteří dokáží za správnou cenu sehnat téměř cokoliv

Vlkodlaci probouzející se z magické hibernace do těl katatonických pacientů

Virtuální desetiletá holčička, která unikla z počítačové hry na internet

A další náhodné věci co nás postupně napadají v průběhu roku při přípravách. Taky máme herní noviny a rádio. To abychom toho náhodou nedělali málo.

Jestli vás to zaujalo, můžete se k nám připojit jako CP (cizí postava) už teď v květnu: 8.-12.5.

Nemáme defakto žádná pravidla a obsazujeme všechno od běžných občanů s hodinkou času po velké role na více dní. Předchozí zkušenosti s larpem netřeba :)

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Rádi vás přivítáme v naší magické (a trošku praštěné) Praze!

[klaradostna]

Milé obrozenectvo, pomozte prosím s hledání rčení, říkadel a přísloví!

Chystám encyklopedické obrazy a mám zatím pár vytipovaných témat: psy, ptáky, čas a stromy (možná přibyde i jídlo)

Kdyby vás cokoli napadlo, co mi tam chybí, pište!

Kujů

Psí (v)rčení

Každá ves, jinej pes

Na mou duši, na psí uši na kočičí svědomí

Kdo chce psa mýt, mýdlo si vždy najde

(Kdo chce psa bít, hůl si vždy najde)

Nedělat psí oči

Nálada pod psa

Život pod psa

Klepat se jako ratlík/drahej pes

Jádro pudla

Starýho psa novým kouskům nenaučíš

Pes který štěká, nekouše

Smrdět jak zmoklej pes

Kde je zakopaný pes

Krucipejsek

Dělat psí kusy

Vypadni z mýho retrívru, tady hlídám já

To je psina

Befeleme peseveze

Počasí, že by ani psa nevyhnal

Po něm by ani pes neštěk

Nebýt pesimista

Epesní

Nepeskovat

Je toho hafo

Tam chcíp pes

Chytnout psotník/rapl

To jsou blechy psí, ty na člověka nejdou

Pes nejlepší přítel člověka

Studenej jak psí čumák

Naštěkáno v boudě

Žijou spolu na psí knížku

Věrný jako pes

Stáhnout ocas

Je to pestrý

Jaký pán, takový pes

Do psí kundy

I pes ví, kdo mu dává jíst

Když štěká starý pes, dává ti radu

Mnoho psů, zajícova smrt

Je to voříšek

Zima jak v psírně

Jako spráskanej pes

Kočkopes

- psovití -

Hlad jako vlk

Kdo chce s vlky žíti, musí s nimi výti

My o vlku a vlk za dveřmi

Tam lišky dávají dobrou noc

Ptačí přísloví

Jsi husička

S husí kůží

Dočkej času jako husa klasu

Slepičí prdelka

Chytáš lelky

Tloukls špačky

Nebuď labuť

Jíš jak vrabec

Zobák jak pelikán

Sklapni zobák

Mluvíš jak ti zobák narost

Pyšníš se jak páv

Ostříží zrak

Jsi noční pták

Moudrý jako sova

Nesýčkuj

Rudý jako krocan

Volný jako pták

Všechno lítá co peří má

Strkáš hlavu do písku

Vylétni z hnízda

Vypadáš jako bys vypadl z hnízda

Sedíš na vejcích

Jako vejce vejci

Kradeš jako straka

Jako dvě hrdličky

Tokáš jako tetřev

Nehudruj

Hluchý jako tetřev

Vrána k vráně sedá

Nepapouškuj

Kolik udělá vrabec kroků, za sto roků

Lepší vrabec v hrsti nežli holub na střeše

Chechtáš se jak racek

Do kuropění

Ranní ptáče dál doskáče

Jedna vlaštovka jaro nedělá

Tam létají pečení holuby přímo do huby

Kukaččí matka

Krkavčí matka

Jako slepice na hřadu

Nesup se na mě

Bos jak kos

Černý jak havran

Neskřehotej

Složit křídla

Čumíš jako sůva z nudlí

Vejráš jako vejr

Dostaneš na budku

Pozor, vyletí ptáček!

Někoho vystrnadit

Ne všichni ptáci jsou páv nebo orlice

Podobného peří ptáci k sobě táhnou

Zadarmo ani kuře nehrabe

Každá slepice hrabe pod sebe, nikdy od sebe

Když ptáčka lapají, pěkně mu zpívají

Podle nosa poznáš kosa

Ošklivé kačátko

Ani nedutat

Časové říkání:

Čas na kutě

Dočkej času jako husa klasu

Dlouhá chvíle

Špatný načasování

Čas od času

Nechval dne před večerem

Čas zahojí všechny rány

Ráno moudřejší večera

Čas je nejlepší lék

Čas jsou peníze

Čas kvapí

Čas na nikoho nečeká

Čas platí, čas tratí

Čas růže přináší

Čas plyne jako řeka

Co můžeš udělat dnes, neodkládej na zítřek

Stromové řeči:

Třeseš se jako osika

Táhnu k šípku

Až opadá listí z dubu

Jako mluvit do dubu

Mluvit do vrby

Jsi vedle jak ta jedle

Smůla se ti lepí na paty

Kluk jak buk

Jsi spadl z višně

Jablko nepadá daleko od stromu

Plést jablka a hrušky

Řezat si pod sebou větev

Mít tuhý kořínek

Jak se do lesa volá, tak se z lesa ozývá

Nosit dříví do lesa

Kam strom ohýbáš, tam roste

Kdo se bojí, nesmí do lesa

Když se kácí les, létají třísky

Když dub padne, kdekdo třísky sbírá

Hluchý jak poleno

Jídlo mluva

Zdravý jako řípa

Sytý hladovému nevěří

Bez práce nejsou koláče

Dobré jídlo, dobré pití prodlužuje živobytí

S jídlem roste chuť

Bůh dal lidem pokrm, čert kuchaře

Co sis navařil, to si taky sníš

Neplač nad rozlitým mlékem

Dnes tlusto, zítra pusto

Hlad má velké oči

Jaká paní, takové zažívání

Jez do polosyta, pij do polopita, vyjdou ti naplno léta

Kdo čočku vaří, najde si brzo holku

Kdo dřív přijde, ten dřív mele

Kdo po tobě kamenem, ty do něho chlebem

Kdo si svého mistra váží, na toho hlad nedoráží

Kdo spí, jako by jedl

Koho chléb jíš, toho píseň zpívej

Co bude k obědu - hrníček od medu

Co bude k večeři - hrníček od peří

Jako když hrách na zeď házíš

Stojí to za pendrek

Je to oříšek

Musíme to rozlousknout

Pojíst vtipnou kaši

Chodit kolem horké kaše

Sedět jako opařený

Mouchy snězte si mě

Extrabuřty

Děkuju za jakýkoli doplnění!

[karanliginyankisi]

"İnsanlar çok bozdu orlic ben bu düzene ayak uyduramıyorum. Bu yüzyıl kusma hissi uyandırıyor."

[krakrac]

dospět znamená vědět, že kostkovaná moravská orlice je stejně cool jako slezská orlice

[sadece-selinn]

+Bir dilek hakkım vardı

S'onsuzluk diledim orlic

-Dileğiniz gerçek oldu mu efendimiz?

+Hayır Orlic."S"harfini biraz kısık söylemişim

[fieldsofwriting]

hi can I request olric with a reader who has feelings for him and he's too oblivious to notice... I'm in hell!

Oh I love this! I’m so mad we can not romance his big dumb himbo ass 😭 but yes! Here you go!

More under the cut!

You didn’t know how to make it more obvious. You have tried everything in your power to get him to notice you. Get him to understand that you do not want to be just friends.

But he is so stupid. So, so stupid in the most loving way you could think of. And here you were, next to March who was also just as invested at you. “He can’t be that dense.” He says.

“March, I have given him a whole dozen hard boiled eggs with a note that said ‘You scramble my heart.’ I don’t think he likes me.” You sighs slumping down against the counter at the blacksmith shop.

“Okay, we’ll consider he’s dumb. Puns don’t work on him. Why don’t you just tell him?” He sighs.

“Because what if he doesn’t like me back March! Then i’d be humiliated and I’d never be able to come here again!” You whine, throwing your hands up in the air.

“Oh nooo, such a shame.” He smirks, “But I bet Orlic thinks you’re cool too. You just gotta do something more…obvious.” March suggests. “Here- I’ll talk to him tonight okay? Then report back.”

Jumping up you quickly hug him. “Oh thank you, thank you March!” You beams before rushing back out.

Orlic, just a few feet away from the blacksmith shop grins as he sees you rush out. A big grin on your face. “Wow! I’m so glad thier getting along with March.” He says to Ryis.

Ryis raises an eyebrow. It was no secret you had a big fat crush on him. “Uh, huh. You should go talk to them.”

Growing serious, Orlic nods. “Hey! Y/N! Wait up!” He says waving frantically to get you to slow down. Once catching up to you he grins, “How’s it going with March?”

You blink, “Uh…okay? I just talked to him and he agreed to help me out on a favor. Why?” You say, trying to play it cool.

“Wow! You guys’s relationship must be going super well then huh!” He smiles, as brightly as he can. You want to understand how this man can be so pretty- and so dense at the same time.

“Uh, yeah?” You chuckle awkwardly, “Just like normal friends I guess? Anyways- sorry to dip but I need to grab something from the Inn. But- uh, here!” Pulling out a stone with a little heart on it you pass it to him before jogging off.

Orlic blinks, nodding as he takes this very serious. Making his way over to March and handing him the stone. “I think this is for you!” He beams.

March, slowly like a cat, blinks. Looking at the rock with an ‘O’ and your initial painted on it. “…it’s definitely not dude. Look.” He holds it up so his brother can see. “That’s not my initial.”

“…Then���why would Y/N give it to me?” He says slowly taking the rock and looking at it confused. March sighs heavily, patting his shoulder.

“Orlic. I think they like you.”

“Y/N…likes me?” He says slowly, before a grin starts to spread. “I thought they liked you!”

“Trust me big guy. They don’t.” March laughs warmly, “Go tell them please so they stop whining to me.”

Orlic nods, rushing off down to your farm. All this time! And he never knew! All of the gifts, every time you stopped to talk! It just made more and more sense! By the time he knew it he was pounding on your front door. Looking at your shocked face as you answered.

“Orlic? What’s up?”

“You like me!” He says, grinning ear to ear.

Your face goes hot as he says it. Eyes widening in embarrassment. You could curl up in a little ball and die. What- how?! March! Oh, the next time you saw him you were gonna give him so much shit! “I like you too.” Orlic says quickly, catching you even more off guard.

“Huh-“

“And I’d like to take you on a date! To make up for being a bonehead.” He nods, offering you his hand. “I know the Inn is not well the most private place but…”

Quickly putting your hand in his you smile and nod. “Yes.” You say quickly. “Yes I will go on a date with you.”

A/N: Sorry it’s kinda short! But I’m working 8 days in a row with no break 💀 If you want more Orlic x reader though just ask!

[struuff]

+hani yarınlar güzel olurmuş diyorlardı Orlic. Bu yaşadığımız gün de dünün yarını değil mi? -kandırıyorlar efendim , kandırıyorlar

~oguz atay

[amywritesthings]

it's my (second) favorite time of the year!

since i have had one (1) wisp of crisp fall air, i have been dying to write some fall time fun / halloween-related drabbles to KO my burnout and get back into the writing spirit. i totally don't know what i'm doing, but we're gonna vibe anyway to celebrate the season + my milestone of 2.5k+ followers!

some housekeeping rules !!

anyone can participate. (haaay followers how are you?)

you can send as many prompts, questions, + game items as you'd like!

if you're like 'dang amy i wish you'd write this blorbo but it's not on your prompt list of possibilities' please send it anyway!

i may not answer a drabble or ficlet prompt due to muse, time, etc but please do not take this personally.

i won't interact with anything hateful or nasty about a character, ship, show etc. i don't care for negativity, so please keep it on your doorstep and not mine!

have fun!! this is meant to be silly fun! event submissions end 11/01.

activities !!

FICLET/DRABBLES | feel free to send me prompts from links one, two, three, or send me a totally original idea. they can be halloween / fall related, or a random au idea connected to a story i have already written.

ASK ME ANYTHING | got a burning question about a story of mine? have inquiries for me as an author? dying to know my thoughts on a certain show, movie, or video game? just wanna ask what my favorite color is? send it in!

GAMES | fuck - marry - kill: blorbo edition, 3-song playlists for canons (ships or solo) or self ships, truth or dare, etc.

FOR THE LOVELY MUTUALS | send a 🎃 and i'll write you a lil note

finished prompts !!

levi + protecting from scares

su!levi + first fall

reiner + scary movie

levi + masquerade ball

sukuna + scare actors

jean + accidental couples costume

levi + abandoned at a party

characters/fandoms under the cut:

attack on titan — levi ackerman, armin arlert, eren yeager, annie leonhart, hange zoe, erwin smith, jean kirstein

jujutsu kaisen — gojo satoru, choso kamo, megumi fushiguro, yuuta okkotsu, inumaki toge, nanami kento, toji fushiguro, sukuna

my hero academia — bakugou katsuki, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, toshinori yagi, todoroki shoto, dabi, hawks

fields of mistria — march, orlic

wind breaker — sakura, umemiya

baldur's gate 3 — astarion

love and deepspace — xavier, sylus

pedro universe — din djarin, joel miller, dieter bravo

please note: i'm happy to write polyship/threesome dynamics as well

[cerine0357]

Incorrect Quotes

*Odelia helping Lucifer learn words he struggles in while speaking or writing English:

Lucifer: A theif. Odelia: Thief? Lucifer: Theif. Odelia: I before E, except after C. Lucifer: Thceif. Lucifer: No.

Myhilara on her period like:

Satan: What is your biggest weakness? Myhilara: I can be uncooperative. Satan: Okay, can you give me an example? Myhilara: No.

Lucifer trying to stop Odelia from murdering a lower demon for insulting one of her sisters/ sister-in-laws/brother-in-laws:

Lucifer: Odelia, stop! This isn't you, you've gone mad with power! Odelia: Well of course I have. Odelia: Have you ever tried going mad without power? Odelia: It's boring.

Aurelesia mad at Belial because he ate her mochi:

Belial: Please, I'm begging you go to a doctor. Aurelesia: I'm sorry is this OUR stab wound? Stay out of it.

Lucifer at one of his parties:

Lucifer: Welcome, fellow idiots Odelia: Hello, Lucifer Lucifer: No, no, not you my dearest, you're not an idiot Odelia: You underestimate me, my darling......

Mammon and Aurmelle.....Just Mammon and Aurmelle:

Mammon: I learned some very valuable lessons from this. Aurmelle: I’m guessing they are all horrible distortions on the lessons you actually should’ve taken away. Mammon: Death isn’t real, and I’m basically God.

Lucifer and Odelia being themselves:

Lucifer: I'm 10 times funnier and sexier than you Odelia: 10 times 0 is still 0 though Lucifer: Jokes on you, I can't do math

Belial hates everyone, except his wife:

Mammon: That bastard isn’t answering his phone Aurelesia: I’ll call Lucifer: My lady, all my brothers, their wives and I have all tried six times each, what makes you thi- Belial: Hello?

Lord.Diavolo mad at Lucifer for being a wimp:

Lucifer, trying to ask Odelia out: Would you like to stay for dinner? Diavolo: WOULD YOU LIKE TO STAY FOREVER?

Mammon X Aurmelle moments:

Mammon: Change is inedible. Aurmelle: Don't you mean inevitable? Mammon, spitting out coins: No, I did not.

Aurmelle is 20X dangerous than Mammon:

Mammon: Do you have any skeletons in your closet? Aurmelle: You mean literally or figuratively? Mammon: Honestly, the fact that I have to specify...

Late night thoughts with Mammon:

Mammon: What if the 'g' in 'gif' is silent? Aurmelle: Go the fuck to sleep Mammon: What gif I don't want to? Aurmelle: Fuck You

Mammon when asked to go to a royal interview:

Mammon: With great power comes great need to take a nap. Don't wake me up....

Mammon is also avatar of Narcissism...Apparently:

Shapeshifter: *transforms to look like Mammon* Mammon: Okay, are you like BLIND? You look nothing like me. First off, I'm way taller. Secondly, I DO NOT look so sleep deprived and lastly, if you could drag comb through that hair you're like a 7 on a good day and I've been told I'm a constant 10.

Lucifer, being twin-deprived....:

Lucifer: Name a more iconic duo than my crippling fear of abandonment and my anxiety. I'll wait. Belial: You and me!!! Lucifer, tearing up: Okay.

Belial, the advice giver:

Lucifer: How do I deal with my enemies? Belial: Kill them Lucifer: That's a bit extreme, I was hoping for a more passive solution?? Belial: Kill them only a little?

Lucifer doesn't like stubble and hates to shave:

Lucifer: Belial! My face is on fire! Belial: Lucifer! Are you ok?! Lucifer: Oh yes, I'm fine. I just said that to make sure you'd come in here quickly. Belial: But your face is on fire. Lucifer: Yes. It's much faster than shaving.

Lucifer hates being healthy:

Lucifer: You're my darling twin and my best friend, I would do anything for you. Belial: I want you to eat three meals a day and have a decent sleep schedule. Lucifer: Absolutely not.

Lucifer and his stupid, literal dad jokes:

Lucifer: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Belial: Belial: Lucifer, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Lucifer: *Sips coffee from bowl*

two hot and dangerous wives:

Myhilara: Someone will die. Aurmelle: Of fun!

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