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[toadstool-artistry]

Great horned owl driftwood pendant~

[gideonisms]

i have been to approximately 40 thousand christian weddings (some of them southern) in the last few years. wear the dyke look. you only live once. people are focused on the bride anyways. add a chain necklace if you're feeling extra sexy.

Advice from an expert in christian weddings!! You're right life is temporary but dyke looks are for the soul. Chain necklaces my beloved!! If I wasn't so obsessed with different cool rocks I would wear them constantly

[ivaldisonsforge]

Viking owl pendant

[dancinglikebutterflywings]

2AM Happy Birthday | Suga

🖤 Pairing: Min Yoongi x fem!reader 🖤 Requested by: No one. This is a pure indulgent fic to celebrate my birthday (26th Dec) 🖤 Synopsis: Yoongi finds out its Y/N's birthday and refuses to let her spend it alone, even at 2AM. 🖤 Word Count: 832 🖤 Warnings: mentions that reader isn't from South Korea. This is three days late. I'm sorry I got busy. 🖤 Taglist: Open. Taglist Sign-Up Here

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Y/N was lost in her laptop, completely unaware of how late it is, until a knock at the door jolts her back to reality and away from the glow of the screen. Glancing at the clock on her living room wall, she realized it was nearly 2 AM, leaving her puzzled about who could be visiting at this hour. Rising from her seat, she stretches her arms overhead, feeling the stiffness in her muscles from hours of sitting. She walks over to the door, unlocks it, the click echoing in the quietness, and swings it open to reveal Yoongi, her neighbour and friend, waiting outside.  

“I had a feeling you would still be awake,” he grins, his expression a mix of mischief and warmth.  

The sight of him, with his tousled hair and casual attire, brings a smile to Y/N's face despite the late hour. She rolls her eyes playfully, feigning annoyance, but the corners of her mouth betray her as she welcomes him inside her apartment. “Seriously, Yoongi? At this hour?” she teases, closing the door.  

He shrugs, his nonchalant demeanour only adding to her amusement. “I could say the same about you, Night Owl,” he shoots back, kicking his shoes off abd follows her into the living room, glancing at the scattered papers and empty mug on the coffee table, her laptop sitting open on the couch. “Looks like you’ve been busy. Are you really working on Christmas? Or should I say your birthday since it’s 2 AM?” 

Her cheeks heat up. “I didn’t plan on it, but I had nothing else to do,” she admitted. She hadn't been able to fly home for Christmas and her birthday which just so happened to be the day after. She'd spent a few hours with some friends who hadn't been able to go home either, earlier in the day. For her birthday, she'd planned to spend it alone.  “Honestly, I was just about to finish up and go to bed.”  

“Liar,” he teased, plopping down on the couch, fully aware of her habits. "You work as much as I do."  

"What are you doing here, Yoongi?" she asked, picking up her laptop and closing it.  

"I was making sure you weren't working," he tells her. "And I'm not going to let you spend your birthday alone." He stands back up from the couch 

Y/N watches as he pulls out a small box from his pocket, the corners wrapped in festive paper adorned with snowflakes. “What’s this?” she asks, her curiosity piqued.  

“Just a little something for your birthday,” he says, a hint of shyness creeping into his voice. “I know it’s not much, but I thought you might like it.”  

Her heart skips a beat as she takes the box from him, feeling the weight of it in her hands. “You didn’t have to get me anything, Yoongi,” she tells him, her voice barely above a whisper.  

“Just open it,” he urges, his eyes sparkling with anticipation.  

She tears off the wrapping, unveiling a box. As she lifts the lid, she discovers a necklace featuring a pendant. Engraved on it is a map of her hometown. She fights back tears, recalling their conversation from a month ago about her homesickness and inability to return home. “Thank you, Yoongi. This means the world to me,” she responds, her voice filled with emotion. 

He smiles, a soft smile that reaches his eyes, and for a moment, the world outside fades away as he pulls her into his arms. “I wanted you to have a piece of home with you,” he says, his voice low and sincere. “I know how much you miss home, and I thought this might help.”  

“Thank you, really,” she says again, her voice thick with emotion. “This is the best birthday gift I could have ever asked for.”  

He shrugs, a hint of a smile playing on his lips. “I just wanted to make sure you felt special today. You deserve it.”  

“You always know how to make me feel special,” she replies, pulling back enough to look up at him and can’t help but smile, her heart swelling with affection for the man standing before her.  

The air between them thickens with unspoken feelings. She can feel the warmth radiating from him, the way his eyes search hers, as if he’s trying to read her thoughts.  

“Yoongi,” she breathes, her heart pounding in her chest 

"Can I kiss you?” he asks, his voice low as his eyes look between her eyes and lips.  

She nods, unable to form words. In that moment, he leans in, his lips brushing against hers in a gentle, tentative kiss. It’s soft and sweet, filled with all the unspoken words and emotions that have been building between them.  

The kiss ends when Yoongi pulls away, a soft smile on his lips. "Happy birthday," he tells her, tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear. 

"Happy it is indeed," she says returning his smile.

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[moonlitenvyillust]

Telemachus✓ Penelope✓ Odysseus's turn!

{•} as how Canon says, Ody has a scar on his thigh from fighting the magic bull. Though to me i think he doesnt feel ashamed about that at all

{•} nicknames include "Pet liar" "warrior of the mind" (by Athena). "Snake" "Short king" (By Diomedes). "Shortie" (by Achilles, Patrocles, Agamemnon) "my husband" and "my love" (by Penelope.)

{•} refuses to eat fish after whatever happened with Poseidon was (600 strike)

{•} aquaphobic.

{•} how did he know Telemachus is genderfluid (my Canon) you may ask? Father instinct.

{•} Made multiple toys at Troy for Telemachus. But it was all lost at sea.

{•} When he Saw Argos again, he almost cried. And when Argos died, he cried.

{•} Athena gave him a necklace, an owl shaped pendant Made of Wood with a calming scent. After my goodbye, the scent dissapeared.

{•} knows that it was Eurylochus opened the wind bag during the start of puppeteer ("captain, there is something that i must confess")

{•} during Luck Runs Out, Ody knew what was going on. He knew that Eurylochus was trying to place a sense of distress in the ship

{•} his bow is heavy as shit

{•} has nightmares of those who died (the underworld reff)

{•} Telemachus asked him to sit down in front of him so that he could finish his sketch (the one i mentioned here) and thats basically where they started bonding over their art (Tele draws designs and Ody sculpts them)

{•} bear hugs. Need i say more?

{•} lies easily. Its the Hermes blood in him.

[mer-acle]

Some Slipping through my Fingers headcanons (is it a hc if it's my story? Wouldn't lore be more accurate? Does it matter?):

Athena's first crafting-related hobby was embroidery from when Hera gave her an old project to occupy her with way back. She always kept that hobby, but she's switched to weaving more since she has her official domain to distance herself from her childhood.

Athena and Ares spent a pretty long period living in a palace with their parents before Hephaestus built their own palaces. Little Ares had a proper "Do you want to build a snowman?" phase with his older sister. Athena may or may not have soundproved her door for a while against his knocking (Mean, mean owl. XD Also peak sibling behavior)

Athena refused to settle down in Lake Tritonis for the longest time. She held onto hope that she'd be taken back to Olympus soon. She started training hard to be good enough to be allowed back, and feels extra guilty because Pallas' death gave her exactly that, though only once she didn't want it anymore.

Athena is actually not Zeus' eldest daughter, she's just the oldest he claimed. Persephone was born very very soon after the Titanomachy. (teen pregnancy go brr) and neither he nor Demeter like to talk about it.

Hephaestus has a necklace with a peacock pendant that Athena left with him when she brought him to mortal family to raise. It was the same pendant Hera gave her when she was younger to remind her she was always loved.

Aphrodite was washed up on the shore near Olympus in a shell a lá Birth of Venus. Nobody knows exactly how she ended up in the sea, not even herself.

Ares likes the smell of  olives but not the taste. (Yes he gives them to Athena)

Hera's animal form is a white peafowl (wedding dress birb fr), not a "common" female peacock. She does keep the peacock color scheme for herself tho cos it's pretty.

Post-Triton Athena only very rarely goes completely armorless outside of sleeping. That doesn't mean she always wears a full set, but she does mostly wear something on her torso at least. Something non-metal like leather would already be considered casual. 

Athena called Metis "Mama", so she would never consciously call anyone else that, even when she was younger. She got to calling Hera "Mom" tho (Hera cried a little. All her kids, bio or adopted, call her Mom btw), post-Triton, Athena calls Hera by her name. She addresses Zeus by "father", but refers to him as Zeus when speaking about him. When she feels extra like hurting herself, she'll refer to Hera as "your mother" around her siblings.

Chat, what do we think? :)

[stoneyarrow]

Because they’ve been coming up recently (and because I apparently completely fricken forget to post her design earlier) here’s the designs for Telemachus and Penelope!

This has no line art so I could get this out quickly but here they are!

Penelope’s design is very heavily inspired by Hera from Disney’s Hercules, because I had a massive crush on her and thought she was one of the most beautiful women I had ever seen as a kid. I thought it would be fitting that Ody would see her beauty as something that could rival the queen of the gods. If you look closely she’s wearing the owl pendant that Ody was wearing on page one, it’s the same pendant. Athena gave it to Odysseus to mark him as her warrior but he had Eurylochus bring it to her.

Telemachus is based around basically every animatic I’ve seen him in. He has Odysseus’s hair but Penelope’s wispy curls. He has a tan because he spends a lot of time outside, in the past it was to watch out for the ships returning from the war but after they returned with no king he stays out because he can’t bring himself to be in the palace. He feels bad about it but he just can’t. His clothes are fairly simple. He wears a necklace because he thinks it makes him look like his mom. His clothes have a pattern on it that looks like fish scales because I think I’m funny.

[fandomnerd9602]

A Family Christmas

Bambi!Wanda x Reader

You couldn’t believe how blessed you were. It was your second Christmas with your human-deer hybrid mate Wanda Maximoff and your first Christmas with the twins Billy and Tommy. Within the span of a year, you had an entire family under your apartment roof and your couldn’t be happier about it. 

It was roughly one week to Christmas when you woke up the way you always loved waking up - with your girl and you in a tangle of limbs, holding each other close. 

“Good morning my buck” she whispered, peppering your lips with kisses.

“Good morning my doe” you replied. You could practically feel her little doe tail wiggling with delight.

“Oh my!” She exclaimed, her face in utter shock, “it’s one week until Christmas!”

“Wait what?!”

“We didn’t buy the presents yet!” Wanda practically jumped out of bed, the blankets and plushies flying left and right.

“Baby it’s fine!” you chuckled, trying to reassure your mate. “We’ll just have Natasha watch our boys while we go to the store”

Wanda looks to you adoringly, a little giggle escaping her lips, “I love it when you say our boys” She leaps into your arms and kisses you happily.

“Baby?” you manage to say through the numerous kisses

“Hmm?”

“At this rate, you’re gonna keep me distracted to New Years” you give her a little wink. Your doe couldn’t help but blush.

The plan was set. Natasha and Pietro took the boys back to the cave as you and Wanda left on a quick little errand. Your yuletide journey took you all over the small town of Westview to find the perfect gifts for your boys.

You and your mate browsed the downtown streets, walking hand in hand. While Wanda was busy buying a toy or two for the boys, you went off on your own little mission.

You swung by the local jewelry shop where you found the perfect gift for Wanda. You stopped by the record shop and found a gift for Yelena. You stopped by the thrift shop and found a gift for Natasha, one for Kate and one for Pietro.

You quickly rushed home and wrapped the gifts. Wanda had a certain amount of giddiness and glee as she wrapped the gifts for the boys.

You hid yourself separately from your mate and began wrapping her gift.

The day of Christmas had arrived and everyone was giddy with glee. Natasha, Yelena, Kate and Pietro arrived not long after the boys woke you and Wanda up.

Everyone loved their gifts. Billy loved his stuffed Hedwig owl plushie. Tommy loved his new green track suit, it was his favorite color and everything. Kate loved the little arrow necklace that you found her. Yelena loved her autographed album of Don Maclean’s American Pie. Natasha loved the the Spy who Loved Me collectible poster you got for her, it was her favorite Bond movie after all. Pietro loved his new leather jacket.

“Makes you look like the Fonz, bratok” Wanda chimes in.

Pietro simply gave her the Fonzie’s thumbs up.

Finally came your gift to your mate, the love of your life, your loving doe. You placed the small Christmas gift box right in her hands.

“Merry Christmas my doe” you gave her forehead a kiss.

Wanda giggles. She tenderly unwraps your present and gasps.

Nestled in that small box was a gold necklace with a small scarlet red Ruby pendant that was encapsulated by two gold antlers. It was beautiful to Wanda. It captured what you loved about her as well as her favorite gemstone.

“Detka” she looks to you with a smile and tears forming in her eyes. “I love it! So much!”

You hug her tight and kiss her tenderly. She lets out a soft little moan against your lips.

“Merry Christmas my buck” she whispers in your ear.

You look at her. You look to your boys. Your brother in law and your best friends. What more could one person need for Christmas.

“Merry Christmas, my doe”

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[kissingmilfs]

my darling lamb!au | lottie matthews

summary: cult leader, lottie matthews, finally finds the perfect prey for the hunt. a sweet, innocent lamb to make all hers. introduction to this universe.

cw: 18+, primal kink, oral (r receiving)

a/n: moonstone symbolizes fertility, innocence and linked w/goddess energy. dedicated to my girlfriend @pocolottie

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the blind fold’s lifted from your eyes and you can’t really make out your surroundings. your feet are bare on the damp, cold ground. the sound of crackling fire and owls hooting fill your ears. once your vision starts to clear, you see you’re in the middle of a circle.

everyone around you is dressed in purple. they’re all staring, expectantly. you look down at your white dress that’s brushing against your ankles. you can’t even remember how you got here. or why you’re here. your memory is still foggy and missing vital pieces.

you hear the crunching of dry leaves from the distance. the group all redirects their eyes towards the person walking down the path. at first all you can make out is her waist length hair, and her floor length red dress. the circle opens up for her the closer she gets.

the woman smiles brightly at you like you’re supposed to know who she is. the smile is familiar and warm. she extends her arms towards you. you curiously stare at her. someone gently pushes you towards her. understanding the hint, you walk forward until you’re only a feet or two apart. the mysterious woman’s smile widens even more.

“we’ve all been waiting for you, my darling lamb.”

the woman’s voice is mellow and sweet with a touch a raspiness. it’s a hint deeper than most women’s voices you’ve heard. nonetheless it stirs unfamiliar yet warm feelings in your stomach. you look around the circle again then back at the woman. searching for answers but finding none.

you feel a soft touch on your cheek. the woman’s hands are slightly calloused but not too noticeable. it certainly doesn’t take away from the warm sparkle in her eyes. or how she’s holding your face like you’re a porcelain doll. fragile, delicate, and innocent.

“we have to start soon. you’ll figure it out.”

the woman drops her hand from your face then proceeds to address the group.

“my faithful acolytes, the time is upon us. we’ve secured our lamb, our sacrifice. now the hunt can begin.”

the words incentive panic in your body. you nervously look around the group but no one else seems worried. this is what they were waiting for. you’re the lamb heading to the slaughter. you search for an escape but the circle is too tight. someone walks behind the woman with antlers. they’re decorated with a mesh cloth passing her shoulders, flowers, and leaves. the woman looks mystical, other worldly. she’s transformed right before your eyes into a queen.

someone stands behind you, jostling you out of your trance. a necklace is fastened and secured around your neck. looking down a cylinder shaped pendant made out of moonstone nestles perfectly between your cleavage. it’s half wrapped in a purple metal the shape of a flower. it’s a rather stunning piece of jewelry. maybe unnecessary if these people are about to kill you.

the circle starts breaking then a gong is hit in the distance. the woods become eerily quiet. your breathing picks up as anxiety creeps over you. the woman steps aside so you have a clear view of the deep woods.

“the hunt commences.”

she looks over at with a pleased smile.

“run.”

the word is uttered so softly, you might have missed it. but it’s too quiet. it’s like everyone is holding their breath. the command hits your ears and your body responds. you hold the hem of your dress darting off into the unknown woods. your feet hit the damp forest floor over and over. leaving behind footprints you’re unaware of. the only light guiding you is the half moon and the abundant stars. these woods are unfamiliar. everything looks the same when you’re running, scared for your life. it’s all a blur as you run deeper and deeper into the woods.

the antler queen hadn’t made any effort to follow you. that may have surprised you if you knew. or was even listening for someone behind you. instead the woman is preparing to find you. she knows these woods better than any one of her followers. the woman haunts these woods every night. aimlessly walking them when the moon is high. she knew, eventually, you’d tire of running and opt to hide until sunrise. it’s a logistically sane solution. it’s what she wanted you to do.

you were needed helpless and fearful. hope seeping out of you every second you ran. she needed you desperate for salvation and rescue. then the woman would appear. a beckon of hope. she had it all planned out. leading the scared, innocent lamb into the jaws of a very hungry queen.

someone presents the woman with a phone. it’s tracking your frantic movements throughout the woods. it wasn’t necessarily needed, but it would make the hunt end faster. the tracker is imbedded in the pendant snug between your bosom. the group waits and waits until you have no option but to rest.

the adrenaline coursing through your body can only last so long. soon your feet start to feel raw and your head throbs. your dress snags on a branch causing you to stumble over your feet. you land painfully on your elbows, scrapping your knees and hands in the process. the pain is exaggerated by how tired, cold and scared you are. you have zero survival skills for this situation. the thought of death frightens you. yet you cannot will yourself to continue running. your back is parallel to a tree. all you can do is sob and wait for someone to find you.

you stopped a lot earlier than expected. that’s not a problem for the woman. the blinking dot alerts her exactly where in the forest you’re resting. the woman has no further need for the device or her acolytes. she sends everyone away then starts her journey into the woods. your footsteps are embedded on the soft dirt floor making it even easier to track you. the woman follows them meticulously, putting her own feet in the tracks. your cry starts to echo the closer the queen gets. the cry of a defeated and lost lamb.

you’re found crying with your head buried between your legs. even then the cries are hard to muffle in the outdoor space. the woman’s soft footsteps aren’t heard over your tears though. she squats to your eye level and lightly touches your shoulder. you jump in fear. your watery, swollen eyes meet the woman’s face. she offers you a sympathetic and understanding smile.

“shh…it’s okay, little lamb. i found you.”

your body trembles with fear. more tears spill down your cheeks. the woman coos at you replacing the hand on your shoulder to your cheek. her thumb rubs soothingly across your skin.

through your tears and sobbing, you manage to choke out, “are you…are you gonna kill me now?”

your captor’s face contorts in confusion. “kill you? why would i do that? i’ve waited far too long for you. no, no, my darling lamb. that’s not what the hunt is about.”

the woman stands once again to her full height. she extends a hand to help you up. once on your feet she steps forward forcing you to step back. her eyes sparkle mischievously.

“no need to be scared, my sweet angel. i promise i’ll never hurt you. i have no intentions on hurting such a precious thing like yourself.”

“what do you want from me?”

the woman chuckles. she doesn’t answer your question at first. instead her hands meticulously remove the antler crown from her head. once it’s set aside, she positions her hands on your waist. she leans into your neck taking a sharp inhale of your scent. your innocence is practically seeping out of you. the smell is refreshing yet provocative. her lips brush against your skin but barely. the sensation replicates a soft breeze tickling your neck.

“isn’t it obvious? i want you. my precious little lamb—all mine.” she whispers near the shell of your ear. “the hunt isn’t over quite yet.”

you’re about to ask the woman what she means but she’s faster than your thoughts. without hesitation she sinks to her knees in front of you. a soft gasp escapes from you. the woman lifts the skirt of your dress, revealing your naked cunt. throughout the whole experience it never dawned on you that you were without underwear. the woman tips her head back slightly to stare up at you. her brown eyes are brimmed with excitement. you both maintain eye contact as her lips press against your thigh. an immediate moan vibrates in her throat.

you stare with inquisitive eyes. you’ve never witnessed such a sight before. the unadulterated hunger written all over her face. her arms wrapped around your legs as if she’s scared you’ll escape. you’ve never had anyone kiss you elsewhere but on your lips. you think you should be telling her to stop. or maybe protesting and fighting. yet your body relaxes the more her lips leave heated kisses on your chilled skin.

the woman’s nose finally bumps against your bare pussy. you jerk forward but find your balance by holding her shoulders. she presses her hand against your stomach, pushing you back against the tree. her tongue cautiously parts your folds taking her first taste of you. you sharply inhale at the new sensation. she waits for you to say, stop, but it never comes. instead your legs partly open wider, silently asking for more. you feel her tongue slowly drag down the length of your cunt. it’s agonizing yet addictive. your body senses there’s more to be done with her tongue. more the woman is holding back on. your timidity and inexperience prevents you on asking for more.

it’s all the same for the woman on her knees. even if you’d work up the courage, she needed to savor the experience. cherish every inch, memorize your taste, document your sensitive spots. the tip of her tongue curls over your clit, slowly lapping at the sensitive bud. her warm tongue juxtaposed with the cold night air enhances the sensation. your entire being feels her tongue on your cunt. you let out a shaky whimper once the minstrels turn into long licks. her tongue presses flat heading downward then the tip teases your clit as she lazily drags it upwards. she interchanges between concentrating on your clit to the long, gradual licks.

it felt wrong to have a queen on her knees, worshiping and drinking from you. every time you glimpsed down this woman is staring back at you which such adoration and marvel. even when her tongue pushes inside you and she starts bobbing her head to drive it deeper. the moans spill out of you like a hushed prayer.

“oh god…”

the woman peels back only by an inch to finally utter her name to you.

“lottie will suffice, dear.”

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[toadstool-artistry]

Hunter and Flapjack pendant

[saey707]

omg i’m so excited to see your requests are open! could i get hcs of heartsteel sett or aphelios (or both if you want!) and how they’d show their affection toward their s/o? thank you!! 🩵

✿ Prompt: How Heartsteel Aphelios shows affection ✿

♡ champion focus: aphelios ♡ tw: none! ♡ Gender-neutral reader

Author’s Note: Hello! Thank you for sending a request. I chose Aphelios for this one because I thought I could get more ideas from him! I hope I am able to fulfill it to your liking! Enjoy ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱₊˚⊹

Aphelios tends to keep to himself most of the time, so at the beginning of your relationship, it's vital to anticipate for him to take time to adjust so he can get comfortable with you!

When he does begin to acclimate himself to a relationship, he becomes quite the snuggle bug and prefers to always be the little spoon when you two cuddle.

But overall, Aphelios is the type to show affection through actions over physical interactions! Physical intimacy is difficult for Aphelios to display, so it's easier for him to communicate how much he loves you through what he does for you over touch.

Aphelios is the type to always listen to you and especially adores listening to you talk about your passions!

So long as you're willing to read his excited rambles about his love for the moon and stars (along with the extreme knowledge he has on even the diameter of the moon or when the next lunar eclipse will occur and where), he is more than happy to immerse himself in learning more about your interests!

Even though he can no longer sing, he can still write words to you that mean something. It's just one of the ways he can openly express himself and how much he loves you.

The gifts he gives you are always meaningful, stuff that just makes sense when it comes to him! Items include a moon and star pendant necklace, a pair of matching headphones to his own, and his prized NASA hoodie.

If you're a morning bird, he'll wake up early just to send you a good morning text. Inevitably, he'll go right back to bed after he sends it, but it will give you a reminder of how much he cares!

If you're a night owl like he is, Aphelios gets on Discord calls with you and sits in comfortable silence with you. It may not be much, but if you talk to him, he'll respond with his soundboards and communicate with you through the text-to-speech bot!

Any time he dyes his hair, he makes sure you're there with him so you both can have the same colors in your hair! If there is one thing Aphelios is obsessed with more than creating music, it's matching everything he possibly can with you!

Love songs!! The genius composer will definitely dedicate certain verses in the songs he writes to you. You're his purpose. You're why he always pushes and drives himself forward. You make him a better person and allow him to see his potential, particularly when he feels like he's drowning under the weight of being a star.

Aphelios will teach you sign language! It's one of the many ways he communicates with the world around him! Of course, he may be biased and teach you only the romantic signs, so don't let that stop you from doing your own research so you can communicate with him even more!

It took Aphelios some time to work himself up to this high display of affection: Sharing his mooncakes with you. Even though it is meant to be shared, he'd rather share it with the one person he loves most in the world. Giving you a piece of his mooncake is like giving you a piece of himself in his mind!

[2010s-nostalgia]

[prehnite-soul]

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gggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh i need to write a story about this. nnnnnnnnnnhhhhhhhhhhh

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[[ @valrayne-faeu by @antlered-knight & @owl-bones ]]

Snowfur OneShot

Soul huffed out a breath as she ducked under a branch. Oh dear. Her falcon had to have been caught MILES out, poor boy.

"I should have brought along a ride." Nightmare growled. Right. Soul lowered her head. Why was he here? She didn't want to go alone, and Nightmare still had a favor open for her. So she used that one.

She gave him an apologetic smile. "I was not aware of how far the way would be. I apologize for that."

"Mpfh." Ooookay then. Soul bit her tongue and continued walking.

It was silent in the forest. The cold snow hung heavy on the branches of the trees. The thick layer of snow on the ground made it hard to walk- Soul knew Nightmare would rather they fly, but she was quite unskilled in it.

Her wings twitched as she grasped the pendant of her necklace tighter. The pull that dragged her towards her falcon Blizzard was getting stronger the closer she got.

Soul looked up to the night sky. The lantern that floated by her shoulder gave off a warm, orange glow. She glanced at Nightmare who had his wings spread to avoid dragging his wing-tails trough the snow. It... was rather unsuccesful.

"... humans have a wonderful word for this: It's-" "Save it." Soul frowned. Well that was just rude.

A growl sounded through the forest. The female fae stopped. "... what-" "Down." She linked at Nightmare who'd raised his hand, a teal flicker announcing him preparing his magic. Soul ducked, grasped the bag with food that they'd taken along.

A soft wave of teal magic ran from Nightmares raised hand, splitting the darkness like the waves of a sinking pebble on an otherwise calm water.

Soul could see his good eye narrowing. Before she could say anything, the man drew his sword.

She heard branches crack. What... was that? A griffin? A bear?

... only silence.

Just as she wanted to draw in a deep breath, the night sky covered her eyes, and a body slammed into hers-

Soul merely stumbled. Cat like claws scratched over her horns and her thick collar, and the thing clinging to her face was barely weighing more then Blizzard. Why did she only see stars? Had she been blinded?

Soul didn't even yelp as her back and wings hit the snow. She reached up, pulled the thing off her. Her fingers found... fur. Surprisingly easily, she dragged the creature off her.

...

"Oh my stars! Look at you!" Soul cheered. Nightmare growled.

A small, fuzzy dragon hung in Souls grasp. Its red tongue was hanging out, revealing sharp and long teeth within the eyeless snout. The dragon had no horns, but white, fuzzy fur on its back and legs, and it's claws, bellies and wings were mirrors of the night sky.

It's tail was wagging as it squirmed in Souls grasp- the dragon was barely longer then her arm, tail included.

What a threat, right, Nightmare?

"Put it down." The king scoffed as he sheathed his sword again. The dragon on the other hand let out a 'Yip! Yip!'. Soul was absolutely smitten.

"Ohh- look at him, Nightmare! He's so cute!" Soul got up carefully, letting the small dragon nuzzle against her. With a grin, Soul cradled the dragon like a baby, it's claws digging into her thick poncho.

"Put. It. Down." "But why?" Nightmare pinched the bridge of his nose.

"It's a dragon."

"I know!" She didn't see how Nightmares wings flapped in irritation. "Are you suicidal? Put it down! The mother must be around." He drew his sword again. Oh well.

His words had the opposite of the wanted effect on Soul. Her eyes brightened, widened, and she turned her gaze to him in adoration. "A BIG one??"

"Oh, no. No, absolutely not. Soul, you will not go to search for the dragon, interact with it, or do anything but return to me in case you see said dragon."

Her wings folded flat against her back, and her ears twitched. She slumped, and looked down onto the small dragon, who was still trying to paw at her. "... yes, my liege."

"Good. Now put it down. The mother will smell you anyways, but if we're lucky she won't come after us." Nightmare growled. The female fae sighed, running her hand through the fuzz of the dragon. She put the dragon down like a cat, careful. Soul didn't stop the dragon from rubbing against her hand- Nightmare had to grasp her collar and make her stand. He turned her around, staring into her eyes.

"Soul. Do you hear me?"

"Yes, Nightmare."

"Will you go after the dragon?"

"No, Nightmare."

The king nodded. "Good."

He swished some snow off his shoulder. "Now let us search for your falcon before I need to make use of my sword."

Soul looked back at the young dragon, which was digging through the snow.

"... of course, Nightmare."

ARGH this took me half an hour, did NOT spellcheck or re-read it whatsoever because I have swordfighting in like half an hour =).

There. Have it. I hope you enjoy =)

[gamerknight7310]

The Community Box 2024

Greetings y'all, this page will contain all the kwamis that reside in this box, which is 10. All of these are mutuals and friends of mine, so go check them out as they're all cool people, but with that sorted here they are.

|Octopus Miraculous|

Concept: Imitation

Jewelry: Tentacle Ring

Kwami: Inkii

Weapon: Whip Sword

Power: Mimicry - When activated, the user can copy the power of anyone they come into contact with.

Transformation Phrases: "Replicate!" "Originate."

Hero Alias (Holder): Octopunch (@adventuremaker21)

|Squirrel Miraculous|

Concept: Gravitation

Jewelry: Barrette

Kwami: Pippin

Weapon: Nut-Chucks

Power: Orbit - When activated, the user can move, manipulate, or otherwise interact with matter by controlling its gravity via touch including themselves.

Transformation Phrases: "Go Nuts!" "Nestle."

Hero Alias: Fouquet (@fabseg-reader)

|Panda Miraculous|

Concept: Balance

Jewelry: Split Pendant

Kwami: Akiika

Weapon: Quarterstaff

Power: Divide - When activated, the user can split a target into two halves, each representing their core aspects, their Yin and Yang.

Transformation Phrases: "Rift Apart!" "Conjoin."

Hero Alias: Panduo (@theytistic)

|Spider Miraculous|

Concept: Manipulation

Jewelry: Thimble

Kwami: Webb

Weapon: Knitting Needles

Power: Weave - When activated, the user can create a web and attach it to an object, which then gives them control of the object's movement.

Transformation Phrases: "Entangle!" "Release."

Hero Alias: Nettie (@kari-go)

|Painted Bunting Miraculous|

Concept: Art

Jewelry: Anklet

Kwami: Irris

Weapon: Paint Brush

Power: Sketch - When activated, the user can create and manipulate paint, using it to form portals or small pocket dimensions.

Transformation Phrases: "Paint Splatter!" "Clean Up."

Hero Alias: Graffiti (@naturegreenr-2)

|Owl Miraculous|

Concept: Precognition

Jewelry: Brooch

Kwami: Strixx

Weapon: Staff

Power: Foresight - When activated, the wielder can enter a state where time slows down for them, allowing them to see multiple potential outcomes and choose the best course of action.

Transformation Phrases: "Spread My Wings!" "Wings Fold."

Hero Alias: Howlet (@bakawitch)

|Silverfish Miraculous|

Concept: Intangibility

Jewelry: Bracelet

Kwami: Pappel

Weapon: Dagger

Power: Noclip - When activated, the user can move through solid objects and ignore most physical effects in their way.

Transformation Phrases: "Phase In!" "Phase Out."

Hero Alias: Lepisma (@generalluxun)

|Corvid Miraculous|

Concept: Transmutation

Jewelry: Earring

Kwami: Maggie

Weapon: Kunai

Power: Revision - When activated, the user has five opportunities to change an object they touch into another object. However, the object is changed by replacing, removing, or adding a single letter to its name.

Transformation Phrases: "Let's Alter!" "Revert Back."

Hero Alias: Jackdaw (@wisteriasymphony)

|Penguin Miraculous|

Concept: Equality

Jewelry: Mood Ring

Kwami: Tapp

Weapon: Spear

Power: Parity - When activated, the user can make their target their equal either by bringing them to their level or vice versa.

Transformation Phrases: "Slide In!" "Stand Up."

Hero Alias: Sky Skater (@itskarmalone)

|Wolf Miraculous|

Concept: Inspiration

Jewelry: Necklace

Kwami: Howll

Weapon: Guitar-Axe

Power: Charisma - When activated, the user plays their guitar-axe, giving them the ability to inspire others. How much they can inspire is based on their own charisma.

Transformation Phrases: "Rock On!" "End Show."

Hero Alias: Hex (@celestiall0tus)