#the trade off of dark hair accessories in darker hair

[royalsealy]

Tada! Coord for my comm's monthly challenge - Twinning with your tea cup!

I fell in love with this print as soon as I saw it in a summer GLB, I tried to take it a darker way than usual this time around with navy :)

Coord Breakdown + ID under readmore.

JSK: Cherry Ribbon Print by BTSSB

Bag: RuFRILL

Blouse: BTSSB // Navy Canotier: AATP

OTKs: Abilletage // Shoes: Axes Femme Kawaii

Royalealy stands in the center, he is in front of a busy desk and full book shelf, with a vintage chair to the left. He stands holding a white saucer with a navy rim, red flowers, and tiny black cats, over his face. He has big curly dark brown hair pulled up high, with cherry clips on one side and a circular navy canotier on the other side. The other hand holds the teacup with the same pattern as the saucer, outstretched. He has red heart and rose shaped rings on both his hands. He is wearing a navy short sleeve blouse with a peter pan collar and dark wristcuffs. His jumperskirt is white with thin, navy horizontal stripes. In between the stripes are red and pink cherries on one row, and red and pink text on the next row. This cherry and text pattern repeats throughout the dress. He is wearing navy socks with a lace pattern to them and black scallop wood block shoes. He has a red heart shaped bag across his body. End ID.

[eldritchships]

Lampoon, Golden Hound of the Changeling’s Bane

Xavier Lampoon, tiefling warlock. A bard by trade, they made a deal with a fae and deeply regret it, now forced to serve as an errand boy and attack dog for their patron. Portrayed as accurately as possible here using Picrews and custom miniature maker sites (Hero Forge on the left, Eldritch Foundry on the right).

I liked using Eldritch Foundry more, between the two custom mini sites, however I think Hero Forge has better options for putting weight/fat on a character. I absolutely did not mean to put them in the same fucking pose I swear, the Hero Forge mini was made a lot earlier and actually used a default pose, so it was completely accidental.

Correct physical description and backstory/lore under the cut

Physical description:

Purple tiefling, pretty fat, around 5’4” - AFAB but is nonbinary and uses they/them pronouns

Sea green hair (bouncy and scruffy texture, most of the back is short but fringe is longer), gold eyes (i.e. gold irises, slitted pupils)

Curved horns (sideways S shape) darker purple than skin, tail with U-shaped end (end/fork is made of same hard material as horns)

Dark red sleeveless shirt (collar comes up to mid-neck), underneath baggy/puffy gold overshirt that hangs off-shoulder and across chest (sleeves reach wrists)

Slightly baggy/loose brown pants, leather boots (boots reach calf/knee, folded over around top, darker brown than pants)

Two belts (same brown leather as boots) - one is snug around hips to hold pants up (and holds spellbook* at left hip), second is looser and holds weapon (mace) on right side when it’s not being used

Accessories: Two necklaces (One is a round locket, the other is a dark red crystal on a long chain), a round gold bell decorating each horn and tail (at base of fork), face paint/makeup (most of face is painted splotched white, one four-pointed gold star over each eye, lips are deliberately wiped clean)

*They carry a spellbook on their person. The spellbook is a small leather journal, with one strap in the center to keep it closed. Marsh/wetland plants and dark red crystals are embedded in the cover’s surface, as if they have grown through the leather

Backstory

Going by just Lampoon, this tiefling shook hands on a deal with a kelpie-like fae creature to gain power and control over their own life. They got what they wanted, but are now trapped under the fae’s thumb, regularly asked to visit their patron or complete quests for him.

Lampoon regrets seeking out the deal in the first place more than the current consequences, and chooses to focus on their persona as an entertainer rather than a professional saboteur. They feel very at home dancing on the top of tables in taverns, laughing along with stories and stepping in for an on-stage performance or two. 

Lampoon's quests have regularly brought them onto the same path as the Mighty Nein, and the two parties have joined up as allies for several short adventures. The Mighty Nein count Lampoon among their number of friends - there’s been a few slip-ups here and there, but who hasn’t tried to attack a friend while under a magically-induced mania? Lampoon is always one message away, whether that be to kill a few monsters or treat the party to a song. 

(Image sources: 1 2 3 4)

[jadienjaystoriesandart]

So, I don’t post alot of my Lore Based stuff. But, I’ve hit a creative burst since watching Dream SMP. And given, I have a whole truck full of Minecraft Lore/World Building, thought I’d share some of it.

I’ve posted some on my Wattpad, but this post is going into the many species and races of my Minecraft World. Later I might post about how this fits into some made up Lore I did for the Dream SMP. 

I’ve always pulled inspiration from other creators, so I will be sure to mention them should I know who they are. 

Also also, this whole thing was made possible by my long time friends on wattpad. Bloxiegirl123 and @littlewolf651 They both gave me so much inspiration for this stuff through many talks and us just goofing off. 

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Netherains: These are the people of the Nether, under the rule and protection of Herobrine. They live in the inner cities of the Nether, when we the players spawn there it’s on the out skirts, and look like more taller and ‘humanish’ piglins. Who are there own species  They are a very isolated people, Netherains, having a demonic heritage, are destructive by nature. They prefer the company of themselves or close family over the company of many people. They also prefer their own kind over any other species and races of the realms. 

They have a equal mindset, both men and women are capable of being warriors, merchants, and so forth. Males typically have larger fangs, be them lower or upper jaw, and large scrunched up noses. While females have smaller noses that are flatter and tinier fangs (Think like orcs). Male ears tend to be longer and pointed, while females tend to have short ears that are also pointed. As for body builds, really that depends on parents, some are just bigger and able to gain muscles faster than others, while some are skinnier and take longer to build up. The only real difference between males and females is that the females can give birth and their physical looks.

Strangely females don’t have breasts, actually how their young feed is often from mushed up food as babies are both already with teeth in place and able to digest soft foods.  Young typically grow up fast, and by the time they reach 7 seasons of age, they are given their first weapon to train with. 

All members of the Netherain people are able to fight, regardless of their profession in life. Why do you think not many want to fight Hero’s army, it’s not just because of the mobs.  To know of a human/nether baby is in the eyes and skin tones and sometimes ears and teeth.

Netherains are of the dark/light browns and red skin tone, they are fire resistant, and their eye colors rang from common browns, blacks, to the slight less common golds and red, to the more uncommon silver and grays. Their eyes are narrowed and their color covers their whole eye with the only difference being in their pupil (should their eyes not be black). 

Their hair tends to be of the braided, with gems weaved into them. (The inner nether is very gem rich, there is a reason Hero is also considered the ‘Rich God’). Some even shave the sides for the middle to be in a pony tail. Others prefer the more wilder hair types or even dreads. 

Some facts about them. - They only use gold as a accessory or coin, but it’s considered to be of low value and do trading in gems and items. - They are a culture rich people, with many stories, superstitions, and foods. - They mostly eat spicy foods, to a normally person their ‘mild’ is very hot. - Mostly meat eaters, due to having more fanged filled mouths, babies teeth are duller until they reach 5 seasons old. - Some live in villages while some live in the city, each set of people has it’s own brand of fire magic used, from lava, lightening, and some even coat themselves in fire. However, they don’t see a difference, Village is just like saying ‘I come from the west and use lightening’.  - They used to be at war, until Hero united them.

Valkyries: These are the race of the Aether people, some call them Aetherains too but most prefer Valkyrie. They are under the rule of Notch and some even are his personal guards and fighters.  Their main job however is guiding souls to the afterlife and protecting their homeland , the Aether or Ether. 

Some call them ‘angels’ though this is just a preference really, and really just less of a mouthful for humans. Honestly, Valkyries don’t really care being called them.  Anywho, this race is very social with each other, relationships range from Platonic to Romantic. They help groom each other wings, share the news of the day like this, and they enjoy being touched, held, cuddled.

Valkyries can have relationship and kids with other Valkyries, though there isn’t much need for sex or reproductions due to them being near immortal. However, half babies are considered taboo after the last war with Herobrine. 

Typically ‘families’ have their own looks and styles. But all Valkyries have some form of light hair and eyes.  Wing types also are a family trait, some families have many wings, others have only one pair. Some have darker wing colors, some are speckled, some are just lighter, some are just one color. They range from Large, Medium, or Small in size.  Family trees tend to have their own types of magics, be it better healers, better fliers, or able to conjure weapons, some share these traits but not wing size and looks, or vice versa. (Basically some family can have the same wing look, but different magics, and the same is true in reverse.)

Valkyries have pale skin tones ranging to more yellowish hues or tanish hues. This is in their ‘human form’ in their Valkyrie form they are wind like creatures, made up of elements with vaguely ‘human’ like bodies, though some look more bird like.  Eye color ranges from the common golds, greens, to the less common teals, and the uncommon blues. Hari tends to be blond, dirty blond, or even silver and white. They like long hair, smooth, wavy sometimes, with many small things weaved into it. Some have pointed ears, some don’t, some even have feathers for ears. Some Facts: - They don’t really have a ‘gender’ concept. As they are able to turn themselves whatever gender. Though, unlike like Voidlings and Enders, they do tend to stick with one of the other after a while. Though it’s not uncommon to see some who are non-binary.  - Young grow up slowly, one of the downsides is due to their immortality slowly coming into place. This causes slow aging of the body and sometimes the mind. Unless they are hybrids of another species. - Though immortal, they can be killed through fatal wounds with weapons made by Voidlings or Netherains. But humans weapons, the only one that could remotely harm them, is the Netherite weapons. Due to being a crude recreation of Netherain weapons. 

Humans: Considered to be a pet project of Notch, that was somewhat of a disaster, and was the third creation to walk the Overworld, Villagers being the first, then Players or Spawns and Mobs being the Second.  Humans have a very short life span along with Villagers, confined to a 100 years to 150 years at best. Taking both the qualities of destruction and creation to make a race had them not be as long living.  However, humans come in ‘genders’, thought this is just because some are just born looking one way to the other or a mix. So they came up with ‘gender’s to tell them apart.  Females have breasts and give birth while males don’t. Different sex organs and such. Really this was just made for repopulation means, Notch didn’t really have ‘Male’ and ‘Female’ in mind. 

To keep it brief, as they are pretty much the same as we are. They come in many skin tones of light to dark depending on climate and area born. They also have a very complicated history with other races. It’s gotten better over the years in the future though. And sometimes they fight with each other. Most of these problems are due to Notch trying to use Destruction in their making, then he’s a Creation God. Opps. 

However, they are a culture rich race as well, and in the recent years have done some great feats with the help of other races. But their past is complicated, luckily Hero did help his brother after the second war to curb any problems later, evolution! 

Players/Spawns: This race comes in all shapes, looks, and sizes. They are created by mostly Herobrine with some help from his ‘Father’ and ‘Grandfather’. As Mobs hadn’t turned out the best as he hoped.  Having the power the ‘Respawn’ in a place they made, and can live for a few 100 years. They don’t really have a set gender or look, as they can be any and everything. Some classify them as ‘Shapeshifters’ and that is about as close as we can get to a category for them. 

They can be half Ender, Zombie, Spider, Cat, to even stranger species. Some can even have Netherain or Valkyrie traits. As when they mate, they have a change of making a Player due to near immortal or magical beings mating with humans.  Really Player as a ‘race’ is complicated as genetics play a big factor. Should a human family have any non human blood in their line, it’s very possible to give birth to a Player.

Most tend to worship Herobrine, though some do worship other gods of the world.  Eventually, they do die, but they live for longer than most would think. And their live styles are very diverse, so it’s hard to pinpoint them. They all just go under this category is they are able to ‘Respawn’. 

Not much else is known about them though, and they are very secretive about their creation myths. At least ‘OG Spawns’ are, meaning they have no other genes or blood in them other than ‘Player’ 

Some facts: - The first Spawn ever was a man named Steve, who later became immortal and the husband of Hero.  - They are the second race we know the least about. - Some call them ‘Protectors’ as they are protective of any race who can not protect themselves. - OG Spawns live with Mobs in large cities away from non-player reach. Though, it’s rare for even some Players of today to find them. Due to conflicting feels about Mobs and their need to attack humans and villagers. 

Enders: These are the tall, mysterious people of the End, under the ruling of the Queen and King, Jean and Ignis.  They are lanky, the shortest they can be is 6 feet in height, and the tallest being 13 feet tall. Long arms with claw like fingers for some, and some have very boney appearances. They are naturally skinny looking with sharpen teeth in the front and more flatten teeth in the back.

They have a very scholarly society, putting the pursuit of magics and knowledge as the highest form of profession. Being there is only one way in and out of the End, they aren’t attacked the much, and have a decent relation with their Demonic cousins of the Void. 

Their society tends to be everyone looks after everyone. There are no real ‘families’ as the young are taken care of by everyone and taught by everyone. Expecting bearers are housed in a nursery, and take care of the child, until they are old enough to walk and talk, then the children are to live with chosen Parentals until they reach Apprenticeship age, 13, and choose a profession, and live with their mentor until they are 21. 

Like their cousins, they are very possessive of things, though capable of more empathy than them. ‘Mine’ in their langue has many meanings, often it’s considered a high honor for an Ender to claim you if you are not of their race. As it can mean ‘friend’ ‘family’ ‘brother/sister’ or ‘lover’ and among other means. 

They range from purple tones to greyish tones in skin color, some even have dragon like traits though it’s noted these are of the noble statues. Eye colors rang from common purple hues and some reds, the less common blue and green hues, and the uncommon blacks and white eyes.  Hairs tend of the dark purple, black, and sometimes white, they have shorter hair styles to sometimes no hair at all. Thought long hair isn’t uncommon, it’s just less seen.

Some Facts: - They tend to have a view of being a ‘perfect race’ at least the older generation those, the newer tends to be more open minded.  - Not may outsiders are allowed into the cities, those that are don’t leave that often much less talk about it.  - They are in close contact, allies, with OG Players and Valkyries, though they tend to dislike Netherains.  - They are also a type of Shapeshifter, more so than Valkyries and Players. - They have no gender, and are born without parts to reproduce. Reproduction is done by magic/science and the ‘baby’ placed into the ‘carrier’ to grow until they are ‘cut out’ of the body. - That is considered a big deal, and takes alot out of the carrier, they are treated very well by the whole society. To harm a child or carrier is considering an offense punishable by death.

Voidlings (Demons, Daemons, Dreamons, Pure Ones): These beings go by many names, some we don’t even know of. They are the first race of beings to have ever lived, just under the Gods.  Created by the OG Gods of Destruction and Creation, (Tristan and Terrance), and they live in the Void. 

There are many sub levels of the void, the one we see of the endless pit of blackness. To two more levels that aren’t the well known, it’s thought Voidlings live on this level.  They come in two categories, those of the Destructive and Chaotic nature and those of the Creative and Orderly nature. 

Demons are more inclined to be of the Destructive and Chaotic Nature under the rule and laws of Lord Tristan. They are playful beings, loving to cause trouble and bring chaos with them. Though, they seem to dislike killing their targets. Daemons are more inclined to be of the Creative and Orderly Nature, under the rules of laws of Lord Terrance. They are stubborn, cold hearted, and harsh beings. Some have been known to kill their targets should they be displeased with them.  Dreamons are a mixed bag, some are Destructive and just playful, Some are Creative and enjoy helping, some are Orderly and a little harsh to people they see beneath them, and some are Chaotic and care little for life. It’s unsure who you get until you meet them, so be careful.

They are called ‘Pure Ones’ due to the fact they were the first race to be created by the Gods.  They do not reproduce, they are created and there is a set number of them. They are also extremely hard to kill, most can only be banished back to the Void. They each represent something, with strange names. Example, (And I’m use Dream SMP here) Eater of Dreams or Truth Where Lies Meet. 

Size is everything, it’s indicates power, the bigger you are, wide or tall, the more powerful you are. And they can take many shapes and forms. 

Some facts: - They can’t feel empathy or sympathy, but they can be possessive of things they consider ‘theirs’. - They can look human like or something indescribable, however horns tend to be a common trait - They are true shapeshifters, meaning they can take any shape they please. - They possess people they find a ‘kinship’ with, to escape the void. - In their true form, they can’t walk anywhere but the Void, thus need a vessel to do so. - To fall into the void either results in death, or becoming a Voidling yourself. It’s unsure how this happens. - Some are born a ‘Natrual vessels’ with means they are prime targets for posession from a certain Voidling. - Void/Demonic Magic is the oldest living magic and can corrupt people easily

RACES I NEED TO DO LATER

Gods- Tristan, Terrance, Hero, Notch, Victor. Sub Gods  Villagers Mobs Socrerers/Mages

[chanaihimaa]

LFRP - Chanai Himaa

(updated 3/10/2021)

DETAILS –––

Alias: “The Lynx”; Rosa Rugosa

Age: 25

Birthday: 13th Sun of the 6th Astral Moon (11/12)

Race: Au Ra, Xela

Gender: Nonbinary transmasc

Sexuality: Homosexual

Pronouns: He/Him/They/Them

Alignment: Chaotic neutral/Good

Marital Status: Single

Physical Appearance –––

Hair: Black

Eyes: Ruby red

Height: 5′2″.

Build: petite, toned

Distinguishing Marks and Body Piercings: Nothing worth noting, he’d say. Dark scales to match both horns and tail, a beauty mark at the upper corner of his mouth and a cluster of faint freckles at the corner of his eyes.  A full tattoo sleeve in dark ink and red roses decorates his right arm and a half sleeve of the same design along his left arm to match the single rose in bloom on his upper right thigh. Only clients are aware of the navel piercing that twinkle and shine tauntingly with the barbell jewelry at his hips. Upon closer inspection, one may notice a single clean white scar on the palm of his right hand and the hint of a small, metal barbell glinting cheekily on his tongue.

Common Accessories: Pocket knives kept hidden in his boot or the inner pocket of jackets, a careful smear of tinted lip balm or rouge that, once only used for work, now a common staple to match the red eyeshadow he wears.

PERSONAL –––

Profession: Depends on whom you ask. Some know him as a habitual thief, a for-hire professional courtesan, intelligence gatherer, or the occasional “Handler” that does away annoying competition. Hard to prove the latter. Unless... you know where to look.

Hobbies: Drinking, painting, photography, sparring. collecting pocket knives and learning new spells

Languages: Eorzean Common, Elezen, and speckles of other phrases from other languages his tongue is still learning.

Birthplace: The Sea, he believed prior; Limsa and its orphanage has been his home for as long as he can remember. Quite recently he has discovered his birthplace and family tribe The Steppe.

Residence: a quaint apartment

Religion: He worships no higher being but the magiks that run through his veins. He is open to knowing about many other beliefs

Patron Deity: Rhalgr

Fears: He fears abandonment and betrayal from those that, by some higher deity, he would rest his trust in. Hells fire and dragon’s roar do not frighten him. Come Hells or high water, he would face it at any cost. It are those that manage to get too close to him that make him weary, and the emotional compromise that comes with it.

RELATIONSHIPS –––-

Spouse: “...you’re jokin’”

Children: None

Parents: His mother, Kinu Himma, and father, Naoie Himaa

Other relatives: A twin sister, Cho Himaa

Pet(s): Midnight, his pet Coeurl

TRAITS –––

Extroverted / In Between / Introverted Disorganized / In Between / Organized Close Minded / In Between / Open Minded Calm / Anxious / damn good at pretending to be calm Disagreeable / In Between / Agreeable Cautious / In Between / Reckless Patient / In Between / Impatient Outspoken / In Between / Reserved Leader / In Between / Follower Empathetic / In Between / Apathetic Optimistic / In Between / Pessimistic Traditional / In Between / Modern Hard-working / In Between / Lazy Cultured / In Between / Uncultured Loyal / In Between / Disloyal Faithful / In Between / Unfaithful

ADDITIONAL INFORMATION –––-

Smoking Habit: never / sometimes / frequently / trying to cut back  Drugs: never / sometimes (depends) / frequently / to excess. Alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

RP HOOKS –––

The Price is Right: For those that have their own connections to know, Chanai has a reputation of doing shady jobs for coin beneath the veiled service of a simple courtesan addressed as one of his aliases, Rose Rugosa. Need him to move info from one place to another? Need something stolen? Be a bird in someone’s ear or fly on the wall? He's your lad. Whom else better than someone whose job is to make those he gets involved with comfortable enough to loosen their tongue? He'll do as he's asked. So long as the price is right.

"...Have we met?": Living amidst the underbelly, a good bit of the time Chanai is actively seeking out clientele for his courtesan work, other times he is gathering information among the hustle and bustle when he isn’t pushing trades for others. Especially in any tavern that keeps the liquor pouring. Be warned, he may pick your pockets if he's feeling frisky. 

Beauty is in the eye of the beholder: Chanai is a painter! Commission work is his bread and butter. After all, it helps pay the rent. .

"Be careful with me”: Beware your crossings. Foul-mouthed and quick to temper, Chanai has no problem pressing blades to sensitive areas if you come off as a threat to him. Don't push your luck if you don't want to be gutted from ear to where the blessed Twelve split you. Hidden blades are a comfort for this quick-handed Auri. 

Magiks: A strange dream, coupled with the calling of something restless in his core, has stirred Chanai on a path of newfound discovery that he sets out to know more of and understand the scar on his hand that grants him the ability to see fragment memories of those he touches with it. 

Misc.: Got an idea of how your character's fate intertwines with Chanai? What to throw some headcanons at each other until something sticks? Let's chat shop and brainstorm our way into plotting.

OOC, I AM…

Quite open to almost all forms of roleplay. Chanai is a mature-themed character with mature elements. Please don’t be afraid to ask about anything before we get into any plots, planning, and/or RP that may have darker themes. Anything that would permanently affect my character is something I will not allow unless we’ve discussed it prior.

Well-over the age of 25+

Looking for friends, enemies, and work contacts for this lovely lad

Friendly! You can contact me here on Tumblr, in-game and Discord ChaCha#6994. Discord is easier for me to roleplay, but I also have a tenderness for roleplaying there and here. Can be open to in-game rp. 

On EST

Preferred rping over Discord, personally.

On the Balmung server/Crystal Data Center. 

[imaginedolanscribbles]

A heart’s journey [1/10]

warnings: forced marriage

words: 2.890

summary: You’re the daughter of the Count of a once wealthy province and you’re being married off into the Dolan family, since the Dolan-heirs are an extremely good match and could sway the fate of your impoverished province. Your family has hidden their financial situation from the rest of the world, since it is very unlikely for anyone to marry you, if word got out.

a/n: most of the names are taken from Gaelic and Northern languages (Swedish, Danish & such) This is going to be a 10 part series (the first two chapters posted today), with new chapters being posted weekly (every monday from now on). It was requested by @graydolan12, thank you so much for the idea, sorry for the wait, and I really hope you like it! <3

1900s Grayson

1900s Ethan [original photo creds to @bb-dolan <3]

ONE

Having a choice is not really something you’re accustomed to. Growing up as the oldest of three sisters, your parents ruling over one of the strongest provinces in the kingdom, economically speaking, you always knew how you lived your life wasn’t really your choice. From the day you turned twelve, your mother started picking out the most lavish dresses and the most expensive jewellery.

“If you ever want to be anything other than a Countess, you’re going to have to start dressing the part”, she used to say. You never thought about, if you even wanted to be anything else than a Countess. That is, until one year ago when your father arrived home from a month-long trip to court with the biggest smile on his face.

He’d squeezed your mother’s hand softly and they’d worn matching smiles when they came to your room that night. You were just getting ready for bed. Your maid had pulled the needles out of your hair and was massaging the headache away, when they entered. Your mother was still wearing her dress, the purple one with the pretty pearls she’d worn to welcome your father home. He, on the other hand, had stripped off his travelling jacket and was only wearing a tunic and the leather trousers he’d arrived in. He was getting too old to ride his horse, but he hated riding the carriage, which was why he had his servants design a more comfortable saddle so he could keep riding his horse.

“We have great news”, he announced approaching the vanity you were sitting at. The maid standing behind you, carding her fingers through your hair, pulled back her hands and curtsied politely with her head bowed down. “Go on”, he gestured nodding to her.

“We’re saved”, your mother smiled, not even trying to hold back her enthusiasm as she took your hand in both of hers. “It’s a miracle.”

You had never seen one of them this proud for a very long time. The last time was probably years ago when you were about ten and had performed one of the more complicated dances you’d learned flawlessly. Ever since the drought had started destroying crop after crop, worry had been etched into every line on both their faces and your mother’s hair had developed streaks of silver that matched your father’s hair. He usually had his features perfectly under control, but now even he had his mouth pulled into the smallest of smiles, even though it was partly hidden in his beard.

“I did?”, you asked curiously, your face automatically matching their smiles. The maid’s hands on your scalp were soft and careful, carding out the locks of hair that were still tangled up.

Your father nodded. “I managed to convince the Duke and Duchess to finalise your engagement to their firstborn son, Ethan.”

“Everything is signed and ready”, your mother exclaimed and let go of your hand to cup your face and press a quick kiss to your forehead. “You’re going to be a Dolan!”

The maid’s fingers in your hair had frozen, before she hastily finished up your hair and excused herself quickly to heat up the water for your bath. Never had you wanted to trade places with a maid as much as you did right then. Your hands felt cold and your stomach felt like it was in free-fall. Ethan. Ethan Dolan. The firstborn of the Duke’s twin sons. A great match – you would be basically skipping two levels of class, leaving behind the status as potential Countess to gain the status of a Duchess – apart from the fact, you knew nothing of this man bar his name and standing.

Your smile had dropped from your face, but your parents were looking at each other in glee. Your father reached out to help your mother get up from her kneeling position by your knees. She gracefully smoothed out the fabric of her dress, almost as an afterthought, as she squeezed your father’s hand adoringly. “We are saved. Lausanne is saved.”

Again he nodded and slung an arm around your mother’s shoulders, before turning both of them to face you again. “He is an excellent young man, very polite and quiet. Matching you quite well in that regard, if I may say so myself. He’s been leading a whole battalion together with his brother for almost four years now, quite the strategist apparently. His brother appears to be the better rider, though.”

You had your facial expressions back under control now, schooling them into a small smile and nodding. “He sounds wonderful, father.”

His chest seemed to swell even more with pride and he actually laughed out loud for a moment. “It really is a miracle.”

         Later that night you lay awake, staring at the ceiling illuminated partly by the candle still burning by your bedside. You had always known this day would come. An advantageous marriage had been whole point of your parents’ efforts these past years. Your father had really outdone himself this time, you never expected to marry anyone but a Count, or maybe a Marquis. The one Marquis you ever met, though, had been a fifty year old widower, whose sons had all been married already with only an eleven year old daughter left, so that was never going to happen.

There had been only one, you had ever seen yourself marrying, maybe: Charles, the son of the neighbouring province of Amroth. He had been nice, the few times you’d met him on the soirees his mother used to host. A few months younger than you, he liked to read and draw, and was very sweet and polite to everybody, no matter their social status. But his province was small and just as affected by the unusual heat of the summers without the relief of any rain, as your father’s province of Lausanne was. While your family had managed to keep up the façade of wealth and power at Drottningen’s court over the past years, Charles’ family had never had much of that in the first place. He had married a local and very rich tradesman’s daughter at seventeen years old, only half a year ago.

You hadn’t met many other potential husbands, your mother always keeping you away from the spotlight. She said it would make you more mysterious, more interesting to eligible bachelors. You weren’t sure what that was even supposed to mean, or if you liked it, but then again it really wasn’t your call.

So, this Ethan Dolan was probably not more than ten years older than you, if your father called him a “young man”. His expertise in the military field was not much to go on, sadly, since the Duke had basically built his status on military prowess and power, which made him an extremely important ally to the crown and therefore all of the members of court. Every province had probably hoped to land a marriage with a Dolan.

Not to worry, two of the Dolan heirs were still eligible, you thought. Marrying their eldest daughter would be an extremely advantageous match, too, despite her lack of claim to the duchy’s lands or power. The younger twin also ought to be agreeable for anyone looking to form a strong alliance with the Duke and his Frysk army. The direct heir was the most desirable match, of course. And somehow your father had managed to lay claim to him as your future husband.

          ++++

         Your sisters forgiving you, is probably the best thing that came out of your finalised engagement to the duchy’s heir. Both Livia and Tatiana had grown bitter over time, deeming it unfair for you to always get the best dresses and the prettiest jewels. Especially since your parents had had to cut expenses and only mediocre fabric, only small jewellery could be afforded. You getting to wear all the best accessories, was essentially just mocking your sisters. Not that you’d ever meant to. Or wanted to, for that matter.

With you travelling far away to meet your future husband, get to know his family, and prepare for the wedding, Livia and Tatiana seemed to realise that getting to wear the prettiest dresses came with responsibilities.

Your cheeks are long cold but you can still feel all their teary kisses on your face, from when they said good-bye to your family and Svaneholm Manor, the only home you have ever known. The Duke lives much closer to court and capital than your family does, which also means much farther north than you’ve ever been. Your journey started twenty-two days ago, and it’s going to come to an end any minute now. You can actually see the castle half an hour before you arrive. It is more a fortress than a castle, you realise as you get closer, but it still looks strangely homey with the woods growing close to it, ivy climbing up the walls, and warm yellow light spilling through the windows into the night and onto the arm of the lake the fortress is stood next to. It’s roughly double the size of Svaneholm Manor, and it feels very heavy and blocky to you, since you’re used to much more intricate and finely structured architecture as opposed to thick dark walls that connect what are essentially four enormous towers. The night might make the impression much darker and plumper than the building is in reality, though.

The journey would’ve taken half the time, if you’d been able to ride your horse and not the carriage. But even if you had been allowed to ride your hose – which you weren’t, because “that does not befit a future Duchess” – you still had to bring a whole lot of dresses, gowns, and maids. So maybe you wouldn’t have been any quicker, anyway. And you would’ve probably arrived with a cold, too. You can see your breath fog, even inside the carriage

Servants swarm you the instant you get out of the carriage, the Duke’s immediately mixing up with the ones you brought, but you can’t concentrate on any of it. Two guards wait at the end of the stairs you’re being led up and flank you the moment you meet them. They lead you to a small man in a shimmering, dark blue suit waiting inside, and follow you when the man starts walking, gesturing for you to follow.

“The Duke and Duchess wish you a warm welcome at Taoiseach Hall”, he proclaims grandly and opens his arms wide as if to embrace the whole building. “As the estate steward, I, Jordan Howe, welcome you in the name of the whole Frysk duchy.”

“Thank you very much, Mr Howe”, you mumble, trying not to look too intimidated by the grandness of your new surroundings. Everything is huge, the ceiling is so high up, the light of the chandeliers barely touches it, and it takes at least fifty steps to cross the hall alone. The windows are all glass, which is probably not only to showcase wealth but also for the practical reason of keeping the temperatures inside bearable. There are heavy rugs laid out on the floor and apart from the chandeliers, only the artwork on the walls serve as adornment. Everything seems strangely naked and cold compared to what you’re used to in Lausanne – all straight lines and sharply symmetrical shapes on the wood covering the walls.

“You have arrived very late, indeed. We expected you hours ago, my lady”, he goes on as servants open a double door made out of heavy dark wood that leads to a long corridor. Without hesitation Howe stalks down the corridor, clearly expecting you to follow him. The guards walk by your side in silence, unnerving you slightly as you lift your dress to be able to keep up with Howe.

“I apologize sincerely, Mr Howe”, you reply hastily. “Only one of my servants travelled to Taoiseach Hall before, so I presume the navigation took a bit longer than it should have.”

“Ah, it’s no use whining about it now”, Howe replies, throwing you off a bit with his casual way of talking to you. Servants don’t talk like this to higher-ups – not with that vocabulary and most certainly not without the proper title. At least at home they don’t. “The Lady Dolan has already gone to bed, I’m afraid, but the Graces have stayed up to welcome you. Tomorrow, when you’re well-rested, will be the official welcome-banquet.”

He slows down at the large door at the end of the corridor. Only on the second look do you notice that the nails on the hinges are pure silver. The guards take their positions at both sides of the door, which you take to mean they won’t accompany you into the room. Howe takes a deep breath and lifts his arm to knock.

“Come on in”, says a deep voice from the other side. Howe pushes the door open and gestures for you to enter.

It’s not that cold inside, but you still can’t really feel your legs as you pass by him and step into the room. Howe closes the door behind you and you count three steps before you look up and take in your surroundings. You’re in a rectangular room, lit up by three fireplaces and countless candles perched on the table. From where you stand, you can see two figures standing by one of the fireplaces, both looking at you. There is a long table separating you from them and judging by the chairs and the crumbs left on the table cloth, they ate not too long ago. Now that you noticed this, you can smell remnants of meat and grease in the air, followed by the sweet-bitter note of wine. Your stomach growls, but luckily the sound of your footsteps and the rustling of your dress as you walk around the table drown out that embarrassing sound.

The two people standing by the fire have both past forty years old, but are probably not older than fifty-five. The man is standing tall and broad-shouldered, his jacket a rich cobalt blue, lined with tiny pure white gems at the seams. He doesn’t sport a beard, but his hair is even more silver than your father’s. Slung around his shoulders lies a thick, silver-grey fur in the same shade as the one adorning his boots. The woman standing next to him has light hair that shimmers golden in the light of the fire. Her gown is lined with fur also, and you can see from afar how heavy and expensive the fabric is, enriched with silver ornaments sown into the collar and sleeves. On the man’s hand you can see a heavy sigil ring, simple and blank except for the blockish ‘V’ that covers the entire flat surface. You used to think the Dolan sigil to be symbolic of the Duke’s five family members, until you found out it actually stood for ‘victory’.

You halt, curtesy and bow your head deeply when you’re the appropriate distance away from them, and wait for them to speak.

“Good evening, my lady”, the Duke says evenly after a moment of silently assessing you. You can’t read him, his eyes, his expression, his whole body is held absolutely neutrally. “I hope you’ve had a good trip?”

“Thank you, your Grace. Yes, your Grace, the trip went very well”, you reply and paste a pleasant smile on your face. “Although I must apologize. My arrival at Taoiseach Hall is very late. I kept you up when you should be sleeping and resting.”

“No need to apologize”, the Duchess steps in, her polite smile just as unreadable as her husbands. “We’re glad you have arrived healthy and well at our humble home.” She reaches out and you have to remind yourself not to gawk when she takes the Duke’s hand and presses a kiss to its back. Public gestures of affection are unheard of in the presence of anyone who isn’t a family member. Apparently they do things differently in the north. “Would you like some wine to regain your strength?”

You shake your head politely and hope your stomach doesn’t start growling again. “No, thank you very much, your Grace.”

“Well then”, she nods and takes a deep breath. “We are very tired, actually, as are you presumably. I would therefore suggest, Howe lead you to your rooms and we all get to bed now. We have lots to talk about, a wedding to plan, and getting to know each other better, but may I suggest we postpone that until the morning?”

“Of course, your Grace”, you agree with another courtesy. Your stomach would prefer a meal but you feel wrung out and tired enough to fall asleep at the mere sight of a bed, so you keep your mouth shut.

“Let’s go, then”, she says, takes her husband by the hand and gestures for you to lead the way. “We’ll talk more at breakfast.”

Howe opens the door just when you wonder if you should pull it open, and greets you with a smile and a bow. “Good evening, your Graces.”

“Good evening, Mr Howe”, the Duchess answers pleasantly. “Good night, my Lady.”

“Good night, your Grace”, you mumble and stare after them as they vanish down the corridor.

Part TWO: you finally meet the twins

Masterlist

[sea-and-storm]

About Ghoa Mankhad [MEME]

NAME :  Ghoa Mankhad. ↪ AKA :  Ghoa Kharlu  (and various other tribal surnames), Ghoa of the Restless Seas.

AGE :  Twenty-five.

SPECIES :  Au Ra, Xaela.

GENDER :  Female, cisgendered.

ORIENTATION :  Pansexual, demi- / aromantic.

INTERESTS :  Traveling, thrill-seeking, parties / festivities, music and dancing, interesting people, the ocean, thunderstorms, anything new and exciting.

PROFESSION :  Alchemist and sometimes healer, often peddling to a more illicit clientele with a need for discretion. Also a professional gildigger and small-time con artist.

BODY TYPE :  Very petite, soft, and almost appears fragile. Definitely lacking the musculature and definition possessed by many other Xaela from their warring ways. While not a build that one could describe as “boyish”, hers is bereft of dramatic curve or bust;  a subtle femininity.

EYES :  Wide, round, ever-curious, and a bright silver-white.

HAIR  :  Begins as a dark inky blue-black at the crown that gradually loses its color and fades into a lighter gray-blue at the ends. Around mid-back length, always kept neat and clean. Usually adorned with some manner of jewelry or accessory.

SKIN :  Medium-dark in complexion. Soft, smooth, usually perfumed, and clearly well cared for. Lacking any truly noticeable scarring;  something other Xaela might scoff at, but a point of personal aesthetic pride for her.

HEIGHT :  4′10″. A slight bit shorter than the average Auri woman.

COMPANIONS :  Many and none. While Ghoa’s knack for socialization wins her no shortage of acquaintances and fleeting company, her flighty nature limits the amount of true “companions” she has past a shallow level. Currently, the closest person to a “companion” to her would be one Alaric Thorne (NPC), whose market and trade connections she’s using to set up her roots in Eorzea -- and whose bed she’s warming in exchange for living largely off of his dime.

ANTAGONISTS :  Most notable would be Ghoa’s Kharlu husband, the man who took her from her clan and made her his seventh wife. Needless to say, it was far from a happy marriage. However, he has been out of the picture for half a decade at this point after Ghoa escaped the Kharlu and set out on her own. She doesn’t know whether he’s still actively hunting her or not, but she doesn’t care to find out. 

Less notable and more general would be various legal authorities in the Eastern lands of Hydaelyn where she’s conducted business before and occasionally picked up charges for things like black marketeering, possession of illegal goods, and aiding and abetting. Luckily, she’s only been detained for minimal time on the lesser charges and managed to either avoid, escape, or bribe her way out of the heavier ones thusfar.

COLOURS :  The colors of the storm and sea. Blues, especially the darker ones. Gray, silver, white, and black.. and gold, of course.

SMELLS :  Varies widely. Ghoa loves perfumes and the like, so she’ll often collect them and change them out from day to day if she can. But she tends to prefer the richer, more decadent scents like amber and spice as opposed to fruits and florals.

FRUITS :  She loves them, especially the more rare and exotic and sweet they are. 

DRINKS :  Ghoa’s favorite drink is anything that someone is willing to buy for her. But naturally, she prefers the top shelf. Cocktails, wines, and rums are her go-tos.

SMOKES?   --   frequently  /  occasionally  /  never ↪  She doesn’t have a smoking habit really, considering that left to her own devices, she would rarely (if ever) choose to smoke. However, if someone is offering -- especially if it’s something unusual, exotic, or expensive -- she will most likely not turn it down. She does really enjoy hookah, however, primarily for its more social aspects.

DRINKS?   --   frequently  /  occasionally /  never ↪  You could say that she’s a social drinker and you wouldn’t be wrong... She just does a lot of socializing. And a lot of drinking.

DRUGS?   --   frequently  /  occasionally  /  never ↪  Largely the same as with smoking;  no true, discernible drug habit, but it’s something she’s run into often dealing with her usual clientele and the sorts of men and women she frequently has found herself hanging on the arms of. If it’s offered, she most likely won’t say ‘no’, but she won’t go out of her way to seek them out and use.

CHOCOBO LICENSE?   --   yes /  no ↪  Absolutely not. She doesn’t want one. She doesn’t want to be anywhere near a chocobo. She is rather wary, if not outright fearful of them after one bit her shortly after arriving in Eorzea. No thank you on the giant, smelly hell-birds. Tagged by :  @obsidianambitions​ (Thanks for the tag! ♥) Tagging :  Anyone who wants to do the thing! I’m bad with tags! Come at me bruhs!

[crystalgemimagines]

I loved your Jasper and Bismuth headcanons! Can you do the other Crystal Gems at some point as well?

Oookay this is a doozy, wedding headcanons for Garnet, Amethyst, Pearl, Lapis and Peridot! ***This is all implying the reader is human!! Sorry if you wanted to read this as a gemsona. You could tweak the words if you wish. Mini HCs for Steven, Connie and Greg at the end, not for marrying them but how they’d act during a wedding with you an the gems. 

I’m going to try and doodle the wedding rings later (including Jasper’s and Bismuth’s), so that’s why they’re not described in the post! -Mod Lapis

Garnet: 

She’s very at-ease the whole time, but also beaming and excited.

The wedding was indoors, in a large ballroom looking place. There was a hallway leading to the ceremony room, and another hallway leading to restrooms and other facilities. The decorations were simple, mostly darker maroon velvet covers on things with white as the accent color. It reminded you vaguely of red velvet cakes.

Surprisingly, she really enjoyed planning it out, she spends a lot of time planning her vows especially. 

If she wore a tux, it would be a very dark plum color with blue and red wrist cuffs. She wore a tie instead of a bow-tie. She’d wear her afro naturally.

If she wore a dress, she’d wear a fishtail dress with glove-like details. (Something like this!), her hair would be pulled back and pinned with flowers. (something like this is what I was imagining) 

Nothing really “goes wrong” at your wedding, it has a very peaceful atmosphere overall. 

You don’t follow the “you can’t see the bride until the ceremony” ritual, she assures you it won’t matter. You two spend the day together until it’s time to get ready, then you separate for a bit until the ceremony. 

Some of your relatives make off-hand remarks about Garnet wearing her visor the whole time. It irritates you but you don’t let it ruin the wedding. 

Come time for the ceremony, you and Garnet have dopey smiles plastered on your faces, she even giggles a few times which made you smile wider. 

Her vows are short, but genuine, her demeanor changed from giggly and happy to sincere in an instant. “Today, you and I make a commitment to one another. To stay together. To act together. To suffer together. To celebrate together. From this day forth, you will always have someone to put your faith into, to share your joy and your pain with.” She takes your hands- “I love you.” 

She takes her visor off to kiss you, looking you in the eyes before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips, smiling as she pulled away. 

The after party consists of lots of karaoke, dancing and chatting. Afterwards you went home with your wife, holding one of her hands as she carried a tuckered out Steven in the other. 

Amethyst: 

There’s lots of nervous laughter from Ame, her jokes don’t deliver well all day and she’s very affectionate- yet quiet. It’s pretty out of character for her. You could tell she’s got a lot on her mind. 

You and Ame let Pearl plan a lot for the two of you, so the decor was very elegant, lacy tablecloths with lilac and (favorite color) trimming or ribbons, even the flowers were color-coordinated. It clashed a little bit with the beach simple setting, admittedly, but it was still very pretty. 

If she wore a tux, she wouldn’t actually wear a tux at all. She’d wear a white collared shirt with a black vest and dark purple slacks. Her hair would be up in a pony tail. 

If she wore a dress, it would still but on the more casual side. (Something like this!) with her hair down, but pulled back out of her face. 

The ceremony starts off well, but midway through Ame starts crying, she tells you she’s okay. When it comes time for her to say her vows, she grabs you by the face and kisses you. She pulls back but keeps you close and whispers “I-I didn’t make any! I didn’t know what to say I didn-” you pull her back in for a kiss and assure her it’s okay. 

You two keep pecking little kisses across each other’s faces. 

She holds your hand as the two of you walk down the isle together, wiping her tears away and looking at you with glistening eyes.

During the after party, Greg preforms lots of his songs as the two of you just sit and listen, peacefully. There’s lots of actual partying happening, but you two just wanted to spend time with each other. 

Peridot makes a big dork of herself during her speech, telling you how you’re now legally fused with the “superior quartz”. Ame giggles and scoffs at it, so do you. Garnet takes the mic from her and expresses how happy she is for Amethyst, and gives you two her best wishes. 

The two of you dance together to cheesy pop love songs on the dance floor, giggling to each other again.

Pearl:

You both decided to have your wedding in a chapel. (She just loved the aesthetic of it so much)

The decor is all white and cream colors, she really stressed that “the light shining through the stain glass might make some colors unflattering to look at”, you agreed for her sake, she was pretty stressed.

If she decided to wear a tux, she’d wear a similar one to what she wore in Mr. Greg (It’s Over Isn’t It episode), perhaps a different color, like pale blue. The accent colors would all be pastels, of course. She’d wear her hair normally.

If she wanted a dress, she’d wear something simple with elegant details that flowed well. (something like this!), she’d wear her hair normally still, but would wear some sort of hair accessory. Very pale silver leaves, pearls, something simple but lovely like that. 

You did follow traditional rituals with her, more for the fun of it instead of actual belief in them. 

There was a light drizzle of rain before the reception, it stopped quickly and left little glittering water droplets onto the stain glass windows. 

The reception went over well, Pearl recited her vows without skipping a beat. “From this day forward, I, Pearl, take you, (y/n) to be my spouse. To have and to hold, in peace and in strife, I will stay by your side. So long as your heart still beats and my gem still shines, I will love you.”

The kiss was short and sweet, with Pearl’s nose bumping into your own briefly, making you smile.

During the after party, you and Pearl slow danced a lot. There was a dance where you traded off partners with someone else, which was a lot of fun. It broke off into more loose and dorky dancing afterwards.

Pearl took you outside to the church garden to walk around and be with you in peace for a while. 

Greg was the one to give you two the “good luck, I’m so happy for the two of you!” speech, he looked especially happy the whole time. You noticed he and Pearl talking a lot, too. 

The two of you stayed until everyone had left and cleaned up together, Pearl would give you little cheek kisses when you would pass each other to throw something away.

Peridot:

She was VERY excited, but terribly nervous. She’d ask you tons of questions about this “tradition” and how to celebrate, occasionally making off-hand “that’s weird” or “oh! that sounds fun!” remarks. 

Peri wanted to hold the ceremony in the barn after reading it’s supposed to be held in a “special place”. 

Lapis, Pearl, and Garnet helped remodel and redecorate for the occasion. Lapis had made a large ring of water around the barn, not in front the entrance of course. Garnet moved a lot of things outside and behind the barn out of sight, with some help from Greg and his van. Pearl and Peri took care of actual decorating for the most part. Peri made some wind-chime looking meep-morps out of tin cans and pieces of different colored glass, she hung them at the entrance of the barn. Pearl set up chairs in the barn, making a reception area in the back. A large piece of white tulle hung from the ceiling, creating a large upside down V looking shape, it was weighted down from moving by fabric flowers. There was more white tulle on the walls, mainly near the entrance, (looking like curtains) and hanging from the high points of the ceiling with more of Peri’s meep morps. It was odd looking, but very pretty. 

If Peri wore a suit, it would be green, with a bright green bowtie. She’d wear her hair as usual, but would make sure it was extra well kept. No pieces sticking out or out of shape!

If she wanted a dress, she’d wear something shorter and cuter, (ideal to walk and party in later, she planned it out ahead of time). (Something like this!) The top part of her hair would be pulled back and secured with a barrette, with the bottom still flared out a bit. 

During the reception, Peri kept looking at you, she’d smile and her cheeks would flush.

Her vows were incredibly dorky, but there was a lot of sincerity to them. “Fusion- it’s the most intimate a gem can be with another; or is it? They share their physical and mental state with each other, they become one. Here on this day, we become one, we’ll share our lives together from this day forward. Our physical and mental states combine, but stay separate, making us use honesty and communication. We don’t share a body, but we’re still one. Today, I fuse my life with yours.” 

Peri’s vows earned an odd look, a giggle, and an “awh” from Garnet within seconds of each reaction. 

She actually missed the first time she went in to kiss you, kissing you on the side of your mouth. She realized this and awkwardly laughed, you cupped her face and pulled her back in for a proper kiss.

The after party was a lot of fun, there was mostly dorky dancing, and a marathon of Camp Pining Hearts in a truck bed. 

She comes up and asks you if what she said was “okay”- of course it was, and you tell her she did great.

You learned Peri can’t dance. At all.

Lapis:

She suggested the wedding be held on the beach, you asked if she was sure, she said she was. “I have enough bad memories about the ocean. It’s time to make some good ones.” 

The wedding was held at night. Greg was kind enough to lend you his old light-up floor. (This one!)

Lapis heard the old saying “rain on the day of the wedding is good luck” so she made it rain throughout the morning so it would have time to dry before setting up.

Chairs had been set up on the flooring, the gentle whirring of Greg’s van made for comfortable ambiance while everyone else was quiet. There were flowers and flower petals scattered on the beach, but overall it was very simple, with the full moon overhead. 

If Lapis wore a suit, it would be a simple button up with dark blue slacks. She’d roll up the sleeves and wear a loose ribbon tied in a bow around her neck instead of a tie or bowtie. She still wouldn’t wear shoes. Her hair would be in a low ponytail. 

If she wore a dress, it would be simple in the front and backless with a bow at her lower back. (Something like this, the one on the left! sorry I couldn’t get a single image of it in a good resolution.) Her hair would be down like normal with the back of it in a flat braided bun, and she still wouldn’t wear shoes. 

She said her vows quietly, very softly. “After all this time, I’ve finally found a home on Earth. Home is being with you. So I guess I want to stay home forever now.” she laughed a bit, but she held you hand a bit tighter, you could tell she meant it. She pulled you closer into a hug, holding you there and pressing a kiss on your cheek before putting her hand on your chin and pulling you in for a kiss. 

The two of you half-heartedy listened to the speeches your friends and family gave, mostly just holding each other and appreciating the moment. Lapis paid the most attention when Steven spoke, recounting the day he met her and saying how happy he was to see you two together now. 

She took you out onto the ocean and danced with you there, smiling and pressing little kisses into your shoulders and neck. 

Steven/Connie/Greg:

They helped set up a lot, Greg always offering to play music.

Steven and Connie were always the flower boy and ring bearer. 

Steven wears a pink vest and pants with a white button up underneath, Connie wears an off the shoulder long sleeve mint dress with a white belt. Greg wears his tux from Mr. Greg. 

Greg almost always references his relationship with Rose in his speeches, saying how you need to talk to one another and be honest, communication is key, you should trust the other one to love you despite your flaws. No one is perfect until you see them as they are completely, and if you still love them as they are entirely, then they’re perfect for you.

Steven always says how happy he is that his friends/family is getting married, gives you the best wishes he can, makes a handful of jokes. 

Connie doesn’t give speeches, but she is very happy to be around and says congratulations when the ceremony is over. 

Greg, Steven and Connie do karaoke- Greg and Steven are happy to do back-up vocals for people, too. They all sing very well! 

Steven and Greg welcome you to their family afterwards.

[fghgkj-blog]

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Tribal Tickles

A looooooooooooooong overdue Art Trade for @zeroa5raven. Thanks so much for being patient, my friend! :D

Scour the jungle, find a human, capture said human, and bring it back to camp. Those were the direct orders Sans had gotten from Chief Asgore. Everyone in the tribe knew there was a young human child roaming around in their jungle, and the chief had decided to divide the responsibility of finding it among the monsters in the tribe. More often than not, however, no one would ever be able to find the human after a long day’s work of tracking and searching, and they always returned the following sundown empty-handed. The day before was Sans’ brother Papyrus’ turn to scour the jungle, and now it was his today.

Sans didn’t really care one way or another if the human was finally found and captured. He just wanted to lounge back in a tree and take a nap, but he knew the consequences of doing so if his brother or even worse, Undyne, found him slacking off on the job. Of course that didn’t stop him from doing so every so often.

Today was a different day, and Sans felt strangely motivated to actually do his job right for once and track down the wandering human. Perhaps it was because of Grillby’s promise to reward him with a large quantity of crushed tomato paste if he at least found where the human resided in the jungle.

The sudden sound of rustling caused Sans to stop in his tracks, falling completely still and expanding his senses to detect his surroundings. It didn’t take him long for his trained eyes and ears to spot movement behind the trees. Stealthily, the skeleton leaped into the nearest tree and crept along the branches, peering down through the dark green leaves at the small dirt path parallel to the one he was walking down just moments before.

He couldn’t believe his eyes. It was the human! It was walking down the dirt path leisurely, completely oblivious to the watchful eyes that stared from above.

Chuckling softly to himself, Sans sprang skillfully and silently from tree to tree by the branches, careful not to shake loose any leaves that would give away his position. Once he was close enough, he prepared to jump.

Without a sound, he leaped over the human, twisting in the air to land on his feet, facing it. His arms stretched out as a gesture to halt the child, a grin stretching across his face. “Heya.”

The child squealed and immediately leaped away before the skeleton could wrap his arms around it. It quickly turned heel and raced down the path from the direction it came. Sans growled softly to himself in frustration before taking pursuit.

Low-hanging branches and their leaves whipped across Sans’ cheeks as he ran close behind the fleeing human, grunting with the effort to not give in to the fatigued that tugged at his bones, screaming for him to slow down. He wasn’t used to running, and even when he had to it was only for a short period of time to chase down prey that had spotted him a second too late. He began to heavily pant as he struggled to keep up with his escapee.

The human looked back at him, the look of fright etched across its face giving Sans a little more stamina to push forward. All of a sudden, the child disappeared in a blink of an eye with a squeal, and too late did Sans realize it had accidentally run over the edge of a ravine before he followed suit. A cry was forced out of him as he and the human tumbled down the steep cliff, both trying to regain balance, grab onto any roots, and skid their hands and feet against the loose rocks and dirt.

In no time they had both reached a tangle of tree branches and vines at the bottom, and with several snaps of wood and swishes of leaves they crashed through the greenery.

The human’s fall was finally broken by a rather large leaf close to the ground. It slid off the green surface and softly collapsed to the ground, panting and trembling heavily in shock. Sans, however, wasn’t so lucky. He yelped and grunted as his body weight tore through the vines, snapping a few of them on his way down. Just before he reached the ground he shot back up into the air by the vines. After a few little bounces he was reduced to subtle swaying back and forth, his limbs caught in the tangle of vines. He grunted and growled as he tugged at the thick greenery, but his restraints held fast.

Sans stopped struggling when he saw the human climb to its feet and brush itself off. It looked back at the skeleton in fright, slowly backing away, and his SOUL pulsed in alarm. “H-Hold on there, kiddo, don’t leave me hanging like this!”

The child stopped and blinked at him, seeming to try to decide what to do. It nervously brushed a little twig out of its hair before speaking. Its pitch of voice told Sans the human was a male.

“Well… You shouldn’t have been chasing me.”

Sans was a little shocked to find the human could speak. Quickly getting over the initial surprise, he chuckled and grinned. “Hey, sorry about that, but that’s kinda what we monsters do. We capture humans.”

The human narrowed his eyes at Sans. “So that means if I were to let you go you’d just capture me anyway?”

“Well… uh… yeah?” The skeleton’s grin slackened into one of sheepishness.

The human pouted and crossed his arms. “Then I see no reason why I should let you out. Maybe if I let you stay there that’ll teach you not to capture humans. Or perhaps…” His grin grew deviously, making Sans feel very uneasy, “I should find another way to teach you a lesson.”

“What are you talking about?” Sans grunted, giving his limbs a nervous tug against the vines.

“I’ll offer a deal to you,” the child bargained with a small chuckle. “If you agree not to chase me around anymore, I’ll let you go. But if you refuse, I’ll have to resort to extreme measures.”

“O-Oh, yeah? And what might that be?”

The human approached the skeleton slowly, softly humming to himself. Once he reached him, he plucked out one of the blue feathers out of his tribal head accessory. Without a word, he gave the fluffy plumes a quick swipe over his exposed rib cage.

Sans’ grin grew wide and he squeaked, tugging at his binds even more. “W-Wait, kid! D-Don’t do that!”

“Well, you wanna capture me, but at the same time I don’t want to have to keep running around,” the child reasoned. “I believe this is the only way to get you to give up your pursuit on me.” His grin grew wide as he resumed stroking Sans’ ribs with the feather.

The giggles came immediately despite Sans’ best efforts to keep them bottled up. He began squirming even harder in the vines, tugging desperately at his limbs, especially his arms. They were just so close to reaching his arms to protect them, but still so far. “E-Ehehehehehe! Hehehey! C-Cut that ohohohout!”

“Did they really have to send out someone as ticklish as you to track me down?” the human teased with a smirk. He began gently spidering his fingers down the skeleton’s spine as he kept the rhythm of the feather-brushing going.

“N-Nohohoho! Shut up, yohohou! Ahahahahehehe!” Sans protested, a light hue of blue spreading across his cheeks. He felt so humiliated!

“Aww, but listen to that laughter! You gotta admit, it’s pretty cute.” The human started stroking the feather under Sans’ arms, the vane gently yet maddeningly caressing the tips of his humerus bones.

This caused Sans to squeal loudly, the tugging on his arms intensifying. “Ahahahahahaha! Nohoho, stop ihihit! I-I’m really ticklish, okahahahay? Now knock it ohohohoff!”

“Not until you agree to stop chasing me around.”

“Nehehever!”

With a shrug, the human plucked out a second feather from Sans’ hat, using it to wiggle between each rib. Sans squeaked and giggled profusely, bouncing and bucking around a bit in his bonds. His head tossed back and forth, the last remaining feather atop his head fluttering around with each toss of his head.

“Maybe I should try to find a sweet spot,” the child spoke aloud to himself. He chuckled as he began exploring, feathering the skeleton’s collarbone and neck, rewarding snickers and yelps from the monster.

“N-Nohoho! Kkhhehehe!” Sans whimpered, tilting his head in hopes to protect his neck with each swipe of the plumes.

Deciding this wasn’t even close to what he was searching for, the human glided the feathers up and down his humerus bones. Sans trembled slightly, though barely any giggles came out of him unless the tips of the arm bones were touched. Still not he was looking for.

Glancing past the rib cage and spine, he poked and swiped against his hip bones, working down his legs and swirling in the pits of his knees.

By this point, tears began to bead in Sans’ tightly shut eye sockets, though he still hadn’t burst into harsh laughter. “G-Gihihive it a rest, kid! I’m not gonna st-stahahap searchin’ for ya!”

The child ignored his comment, deep in concentration. He glided across the fibula and tibia bones, not getting much of a reaction at all, and finally when he reached his feet he removed the small brown sandals, tossing them to the ground.

Sans jolted and grinned sharply, his breathing intensifying as unbearable anticipation crept over him. “D-Don’t you think you’ve d-done enough, kiddo? C’mon…”

Taking note at how nervous the skeleton seemed to be, the human giggled softly to himself before give the two soles an experimental swipe with the feathers.

The reaction was immediate and completely what the human was searching for. Jerking violently in his bonds, Sans squealed loudly at the initial touch, his toes curling. “A-AHAHAHA! Nohoho, don’t!”

“Jackpot,” was all the human said before beginning the merciless assault. He glided and fluttered the plumes along Sans’ soles, causing the skeleton to practically howl with laughter. His thrashing began even more vigorous, but the vines did their job in keeping his feet still.”

“GAHAHAHAHAHA! N-NOHOHO, STOP IT!” Sans laughed loudly, his toes curling and wiggling in time with his fingers, the blush on his cheeks turning a shade darker. “AHAHAHAHA! THAT REALLY T-TIHIHIHICKLES!”

The human grinned and giggled to himself as he started paying close attention to the wiggling toes, flitting the feathers between them and sawing underneath. He slightly winced at the high-pitched shriek that tore from the skeleton.

“NOT THE TOHOHOHOHOES!” Sans wailed in distress. He aimlessly flailed around in his bonds, trying desperately to free himself. The longer the torture stretched on, the less he was able to withstand. “PLEHEHEHEHEASE! I CAN’T TAHAHAHAHAKE IT! AHAHAHAHAHA!”

“I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson just yet,” the human chuckled mischievously. He dropped the feathers and started wiggling his fingers under and between the squirming phalanges mercilessly. “Tickle tickle tickle! For someone without any skin or nerves, you sure are a sensitive little thing, aren’tcha?”

Sans’ eyes flung open at the initial touch, proving to be ten times worse than the feathers, and his strength of his bucking and squirming intensified to the max. He cachinnated raucously at the gargalesis, the tears finally beginning to slide down his now bright blue cheeks. At this point, he could care less if he got that crushed tomato paste from Grillby, he just wanted the torture to stop! “O-OKAHAHAHAHAY! OKAY, OKAY, YOU WIHIHIHIN! I’LL STOP CHAHAHAHASING YOU!”

“Are you suuuuure?” the human snickered, gently prying each toe apart so he could gently scratch between them.

Sans let out a harsh squeal, his toes trembling in the effort to curl them again. “YEHEHEHEEEEES! OH, PLEASE STAHAHAHAHAP! AHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

With one last rough tickle to the toes, followed by a distressed wail of hysteria from the skeleton, the human finally stopped tickling. He giggled giddily to himself as he unwrapped the vines from around Sans’ limbs and torso, letting him collapse to the ground, panting heavily.

“Let’s just hope you hold true to your word, otherwise I won’t be so merciful on you next time.” The human child giggled with a playful wink before walking off.

Sans huffed, groaning in defeat, as his head fell limply to the ground. How was he going to explain to his fellow tribe mates what just happened? Well, he’d worry about that later. For now, he just wanted to rest.

[naruto-oc-critiques]

be nice 2 me nerds <3

she’d still kinda incomplete, so yeh - Syn

— General —

Name: Mao Fujioka

Meaning: Genuine thread; Wisteria hill

Gender: Female

Birthday: July 6th

Age: Part I: 24-25 Part II: 27-28 

[I didn’t know Mao was a Leo. Run for the damn hills.]

— Characteristics —

Blood type: O

Height: : Part I: 5’5” Part II:  5’5”

Weight: : Part I:133 lbs.  Part II:  136 lbs.

Eyes: She has upturned eyes; almond shaped with a lift up at the outer corners. They’re the same color as burnished copper.

Hair: Layered, slightly curly hair that reaches mid-shoulder blades; she keeps it in a low, semi-messy bun with a senbon stuck through it and has some curled fringe (almost like Spanner from KHR, except looser). Dark brown in color; about the color of dark chocolate, if not just a bit darker.

Skin: Peachy skin tone with smatterings of freckles along her arms and legs.

[Realistic height and weight CHECK. Cute eyes ;) Curly hair in Narutoverse? Me likey. Also senbon is cute because ayyyy Genma is the love interest so it’s foreshadowing. :D]

 — Appearance —

Child: Shorter hair left loose, and was one of the kids that kept more of their baby fat longer so she had chubby cheeks. Simple outfit of shorts, and a t-shirt or long-sleeved top (much to her mother’s chagrin) in simple colors with the typical ninja sandals.

[What a cute kid. I can imagine Mao getting ticked off and pointing stubby baby fingers at people while she pouts with them chubby cheeks.]

Academy: Longer hair in a ponytail, curly fringe. Typically wore a grey hooded vest over a plain black long-sleeved shirt and black shorts with once again black ninja sandals. She wasn’t one to bother with colors or girly things and preferred to keep it simple.

[So much black. Too much black. You do know that blue cloth is all the rage in Konoha right? Even for emo chicken butt head Sasuke? Add one dash of color, even if it’s a small accessory. ples.]

Genin: Began putting her hair into a loose looking bun and wearing wedged ninja sandals; black. Wore a sleeveless wire mesh shirt under a long-sleeved wide-necked forest green shirt, short black fingerless gloves with metal back plates, and black tapered pants with cargo-like pockets. She wears her headband around her left bicep. Mao also began to gain a lankier form at this point.

[I don’t think a genin at the age of 10 should be wearing wedged ninja sandals. At least, if you mean wedge like a wedged heel… Also CARGO PANTS YES LOVE. POCKETS.]

Chuunin: Lost some of her lankiness for a more pear-shaped body, wedged ninja sandals traded in for some wedged boots; black with grey buckles. She still wears the plated fingerless gloves and now has the leaf symbol etched into both, so she doesn’t bother with her headband.  She keeps to the plain colors with a to the body slate-grey and quarter-sleeved mesh-lined shirt, black cargo-esque pants that tuck into her boots, and her flak jacket.

[Oooh, boots. Love. Also, I wouldn’t consider the plated gloves to be her form of identification. She should still need her headband.]

Jonin: The only real change to her outfit is that her cargo-esque pants now have red stitching. This is her answer to Anko’s needling that she “needs more color in her life”.

[Love me some Anko friendship.]

— Ninja information —

Current rank: Tokubetsu jounin [WHAT IS THE SPECIALTY, SYN. HEY.]

-Genin promotion: 10

-Chuunin promotion: 12

-Special jounin promotion: 16

-Jounin promotion: 23

Team: Team Shun (affectionately Team Idiots); Shun Sarutobi, Izumo Kamizuki, Kotetsu Hagane. [YES I LOVE ME SOME IZUMO AND KOTETSU YAS.]

Kekkei Genkai: none

Chakra nature: Earth, Water

Ninjustsu range: midrange

Defensive/Offensive type: A little of both, but more so offensive.

Dominant hand: left

Weapons: senbon and ninja wire are her favorites [wink at Genma because senbon.]

— Summonings —

Species: Tanuki

Where the summoning contract comes from: Matsuyama Forest

Name: Shoukichi

Abilities: Tanuki make near zero sound when walking, as such they are fantastic at stealing things or causing general mischief. Tanuki also have the ability to henge into people or even inanimate objects. Shoukichi is especially bad about stealing things – food is his favorite target.

Mao gains this “light-footedness” as a Tanuki contractor.

Appearance: Shoukichi is a little larger than the average sized raccoon is, and has the signature tanuki fur pattern that leaves him with darkened eyes. His fur is colored with black, varying shades of grey, and white. When he’s contemplating something (often what to steal) his head tilts to the side and the tip of his tongue pokes out.

[Obviously I like the idea of a Tanuki since we talked about it in private and I’m pretty sure I helped you come to the conclusion that Tanuki’s are great as a summons? Gaining a trait from the summons is also cute. But can Shoukichi TALK???? The real question.]

— Abilities —

Strength: Chakra control, traps

Weakness: Hand-to-hand combat. [

Taijutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Ninjutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Chakra nature: Earth, Water

Earth Release Jutsu:

Coil of Earth

Headhunter

Mudshot

Mudslide

Water Release:

Kirigakure no Jutsu [protip; just call it hidden mist jutsu. You went for english names for everything except this. Continuity. Also a tiny bit odd that a Konoha shinobi uses this technique as it is a specialty of Kiri ninja. If you really want to use it, I’d suggest having some backstory and have Mao horribly beaten by a Kiri nin who used this jutsu, therefore giving her the determination to learn it herself. Some drawback should be established.]

Water Bullet

Water Prison

Water Dragon Bullet

Also knows Wind Release: Gale Palm [please tell me she incorporates senbon into this. ;)]

Genjutsu: Excellent/Good/Average/Bad/Terrible

Fighting style: Mao’s fighting style is fluid, focusing on dodging and defending more than attacking and preferably done in mid to long range rather than up close. She focuses mostly on ninjutsu, minor seals, and chakra string assisted weaponry. [Chakra strings? Who taught her that?]

— Personal traits —

Personality:

Mao is a subtle antagonist, as she likes to encourage all of the crazy and wild ideas that Anko comes up with, though Mao does on occasion actively participate in mischief. She is witty and often comes off as blasé, which sometimes causes problems to arise when she meets new people. And while she may seem blasé about things, Mao is fiercely protective of all of her friends and family and is quite kindhearted – though she tends to get embarrassed when caught out on said kindhearted, soft moments. [I knew she would be like this. Damn leo’s. Me likey though.]

Once she sets her mind on something it becomes her passion, which sometimes leaves her seeming as if she has a one-track mind. She finds humor the best medicine and cover to all of her more tumultuous emotions, and as humor is part of her default character it can take someone who knows her to tell when she’s just deflecting. [Yes! Character development!]

Likes: All types of food – she loves food more than anything, tending her small her garden, naps in the sun [She must love Akimichi food ;)]

-what she likes to do in her free time: Mao either fiddles around with her chakra strings or takes naps in odd but sunny places. She also likes to read novels.

Dislikes: The period of cooking where you can smell the food come together but can’t eat yet because it’s not done, when Anko or one of the boys cajole her into serious taijutsu practice, missions in rainy humid places because it turns her hair into a monster.

Habbits: When thinking hard about something she goes through the hand signs for the alphabet of standard sign language. When concentrating on a task (a puzzle, something to do with writing or reading) her tongue will poke out of her mouth a little bit. 

Fears: Losing everyone, and to a lesser extent being alone – it makes her progressively anxious.

Ambition: To see her kids (genin) grow up and to have a family of her own one day.

— Relationships —

Parents: Yuri Fujioka and Asada Fujioka

Sibling(s): None

Relative(s): Spinster aunt Junko Fujioka [I hope Junko is truly living up to the spinster title.]

Teammates/Ex-teammates: Izumo Kamizuki and Kotetsu Hagane

Friends: Kurenai Yuhi, Izumo and Kotetsu

Best friend(s): Anko Mitarashi, Ashi Inuzuka and Michi

Crush: Genma Shiranui, eventually (it’s a slow thing that happens over time) [SHIP IT LIKE FEDEX]

Rival: She doesn’t really have it in her to have one, not seriously. Anko might be the closest thing.

— Background & history —

Childhood:

Mao was mostly quiet and to herself; she didn’t go out of her way to speak to people so she often drifted around among groups in the Academy. It was a melancholic truth that she didn’t really have very many friends, and she claimed what she had was enough. Though what she had was a bunch of acquaintances and her childhood friend Ashi Inuzuka and his partner Michi, who were three years ahead of her.

But it was in the academy that Mao befriended Anko – or, rather, Anko injected herself into Mao’s life. When it happened the majority of their classmates were confused at the pairing, often asking how it happened. Mao’s answer?

“Skewers, dirt, and a declaration of undying love.”

How much of that was sarcasm Mao’s classmates didn’t know. (Mao would laugh about their confusion, because all she did was offer Anko a stick of dango after the plum haired girl’s got knocked into the dirt. And after she’d had knocked the person that had wronged her into the dirt.) And it was from this point on that Mao became the so-called “devil on Anko’s shoulder”, as she often enabled the plum haired girl’s wild schemes. [Evil little Leo child.]

Genin days:

The beginning of her genin days were rough, as her team didn’t mesh too well in the beginning. Kotetsu and Izumo often ended up leaving her out without meaning to, which caused a lot of tension. Eventually their sensei, Shun Sarutobi, kicked them to the wilds and made them talk. After that they became a fairly capable team that still had some bumps to smooth over. Izumo was often forced to be team mom as well, as Kotetsu and Mao fed off of each other and caused more problems than not, or just got too off-track. They graduated a few months after the Kannabi Bridge incident, so things were still somewhat stressful.

It was on their first C-Rank that Mao’s unsure outlook on her life went through a change. A few things went wrong and they all ended up hurt in one way or another, thanks to rogue shinobi and bandits still feeling empowered thanks to the previously ended war, and their sensei too was hurt as he did his best to protect them. He himself lost an eye in the conflict. It was a wake-up call and Mao, who had previously been unsure of what she was doing since being a shinobi was just something expected of her, started putting in more effort and time than she ever had to getting stronger. Because if there was one thing she knew, it was that she wanted to protect her friends. [I LOVE CHARACTER DEVELOPMENTTTTTTTTTTTTTT YES.]

Chuunin days:

Mao participated in the chuunin exams the same time Anko did, and the two actually ended up fighting in the final round. Anko came out the ultimate victor in their match, but both were promoted in the end along with Izumo and Kotetsu. Apparently a great showing of teamwork during the second phase of their exams, involving transporting an “important document” to Tanzaku Gai without losing it to the “enemies” provided by the chuunin and genin corps helped push forward the promotion of their entire team.

It was after their promotions that, somehow, all members of Team Shun slowly started drifting towards the Intelligence Division. They began running intelligence gathering missions under the guidance of the brand new tokubetsu jounin, Aoba. When not on missions or training together, Team Shun worked on finding their own niche within Intelligence, with Mao initially drifting over to Cryptology a few days a week. It was due to her interest in sealing that initially had her go that way, but after a short period she eventually just drifted back to being a general member of the Intelligence Division. [Sounds plausible. Cute idea for Chuunin exam btw. ;)]

The Kyuubi incident happened about a year after the quartet’s promotions, and Mao didn’t have much of a part in everything besides helping civilians to the shelters and away from the trouble after her initial shock.

The first breakdown Mao had after the initial scare of the mission gone wrong was when Orochimaru defected from Konoha and Anko went missing along with him. Mao nearly had a come apart, with Kotetsu and Izumo having to stop her from barging into the Hokage’s office, emotions blazing. They calmed her down enough that she wouldn’t just burst in anger and Mao practically demanded to be part of a search team, declaring that she knew Anko best.

The Cell she was part of weren’t the ones that found Anko, but they did run into the team that did. Mao stayed by the semi-unconscious and in pain girl the whole way back to Konoha, and once they got back as well. It was after this incident that Anko joined the former Team Shun in the Intelligence Division, quietly at first and then with a bang, much to the chagrin of many. Mao eventually became the one people called whenever Anko became too much for them, and Mao was both amused and a little exasperated by this. [Love this and I want to read this whole ordeal in story format please.]

Around the time Mao was fourteen, she decided to try for a summons. She did this with the guidance of her old sensei and Anko, who had already been long signed onto the Snake contract. Mao’s reverse summoning brought her to Matsuyama Forest where she eventually found her way through the foliage and creatures living there to the master of the forest – the Great Tanuki Chagama-sama. After agreeing to come back to Matsuyama once a year to help with the harvest of food during the peak of the season, Chagama-sama allowed Mao to sign the contract. [What a cute little way to pay back to the Tanuki, oh my goodness, I want to read an omake about her helping harvest please.]

Tokubetsu Jounin/Jounin days:

Once both girls turned sixteen, Mao and Anko (who the Fujiokas had taken in after the Incident) moved into a cheap apartment together after becoming tokubetsu jounin. The only rules? For Anko to keep her mess confined to her room, and for her to never attempt cooking on her own. It was also at this point in time that the two joined the Torture and Interrogation subdivision of the Intelligence Division.

Mao, with the assistance of Anko, annoyed Ibiki into teaching Mao more about the sealing arts. In turn for this Mao was to assist Ibiki whenever he wanted Anko the hell away from him. Mao also eventually became somewhat of a gopher among the Intelligence Division, often being the link between Ibiki and Inoichi when they couldn’t meet with each other. [again in love with these little ideas because uhm yes Inoichi and Ibiki not liking each other???]

It was when Mao was eighteen when she first met Genma Shiranui, and that incident was all thanks to Shoukichi. The tanuki found Genma one day and snatched something of his, which eventually led Genma to Mao. He seemed really surprised when she pulled out her “box of wonders” before pulling his missing item from the pile. [YES A LITTLE EXCERPT? YES.]

(“…I think your friend might have some problems.” He jokingly eyed the creature as it scampered off, probably to snatch something else. “Might need to use some of those employee perks for therapy.”

“Sure. I’ll talk to Inoichi-senpai about some therapy-no-jutsu.” Mao clasped her hands together prettily. “Would you like to be there to voice your concerns and lend your support?”

The senbon in his mouth quirked up as he smirked. “Of course, just give me the time and date, Tanuki-chan.”) [hnnnnnnnnnnnngggggg I need more.]

Later Shoukichi manages to snatch Genma’s lunch, leading the man to come strolling up once again, amused after the initial irritation wore off. Upon hearing the problem she mentioned he must have good taste, and that she owed him a meal, which he did end up taking her up on if only because he was hungry and it meant he didn’t have to pay. Though it became of bit of a normal occurrence, as Shoukichi’s favorite target for theft ended up being the same tokubetsu jounin. It was after a year of these lunches that Mao officially started crushing on the older shinobi – or perhaps that was when she finally realized it, seeing as she never offered to buy anyone else lunch after Shoukichi stole it.

When Mao is twenty-one, she takes that first step into actually making those developing feelings apparent, though it’s not quite of her own free will. Anko drags her, Izumo, Kotetsu, and a few of their coworkers out to celebrate their birthdays and Mao gets more than a little drunk. She ends up kissing Genma, though she wakes up thinking it was some alcohol induced dream. Though it’s at this point Genma starts hanging around a little more – trying to puzzle her out. And months later when it’s his birthday, later that night he kisses her –

“It’s only fair, right? You kissed me for your birthday, so I get to kiss you for mine.”

To this day he reminisces on how utterly red she turned on that day.

But, after that they begin an odd sort of teasing and flirting game that eventually evolves into the same sort of supposedly secret relationship Asuma and Kurenai had by the time Mao is twenty-four and Naruto has graduated from the academy. By this time, Mao is also a full-fledged jounin, having taken the jump the same time as Kurenai. [UHM SECRET RELATIONSHIP YES? CUTE? I SHIP IT LIKE FEDEX?]

During Pain’s attack on the village she’s a key fighter in the battle against one of the Paths. Ultimately, she ends up dead and then resurrected by Nagato - though one of her ninjutsu manages to tear the arm off of the Path that she is fighting before getting killed. [Oooh. Does she have a dramatic death? ;)]

Time skip/Shippuuden:

Mao ends up getting a genin team foisted off on her during the time skip, much to her bewilderment. She’s fairly certain it happened one night when her and Tsunade and a few others got a little too drunk – she figures it was partly Shizune’s revenge for said incident. Said team is composed of Heiwa Inuzuka – the nephew of Ashi – Kaede Yuhi, and an orphan boy named Noboru. And, much to Mao’s amusement, Noburu is supposedly Konohamaru’s rival. She uses this as an excuse to heckle Ebisu, much to his absolute dismay. [You involve so many characters who aren’t completely main and I love it? Teasing Ebisu is great and also like a rivalry about who is the better teacher is also awesome?????? I love this?]

During the time skip Mao and Genma end up getting an apartment together, which Anko still likes to complain about and tease her for all the same. Mao proceeds to pester Kurenai about her and Asuma, which the red-eyed woman takes with a grin. [Wait wait wait when did they become exclusive to all? I need answers and a description of the reactions from friends?]

By the time the chuunin exams Shikamaru was put in charge of roll around it’s been a year since Mao had her team, so she punts them towards the Hokage building without a second thought. [DID THEYSortDO GOOD???? DID THEY MAKE MAMA MAO PROUD?]

War Arc:

Haven’t finished hashing this out completely, so barebones:

The final med screenings before going off to fight find Mao pregnant.

She panics, because she’s not ready and there’s a war

Genma is also panicked, but also relieved as that means she won’t end up on the battlefield.

She spends her free time chatting with Kurenai and cooing over Mirai, as well as heckling Karin to pass the time and keep herself distracted.

Her dream under the genjutsu is getting married to Genma, and having a home constantly visited by her friends and family.

Eventually gives birth to a little boy named Nobu.

They get married some time before Nobu turns three, and Mao ends up pregnant again.

A little girl named Ritsu.

[Sorta cliche to find out she is pregnant before the battle but hey that’s shinobi life for you. And SHE DOESN’T FIGHT IN THE WAR? WHAT. NOPE I DON’T LIKE THIS IDEA ANYMORE I NEED HER FIGHTING AND KICKING ASS. YOU MADE HER SOUND SO AWESOME AND THEN BOOM ANTI-CLIMACTIC END WITH THE WAR AND NOT FIGHTING IN IT? NO SIR-E-BOB. I mean how far along is she pregnant? If she’s under 3 months, I’m pretty sure she can fight? Like if you don’t fight, you may die anyways, so why not fight? Shinobi life? Ninja way? Let’s G-O-O-O-O-O-O-O!]

Epilogue/Chapter 700+:

Genma and Mao are living together happily with their two children, and Nobu’s crush on Mirai provides both of them great amusement. Mao still works in the T&I department, mostly handling paperwork and heckling the newbies. 

[Super relaxed epilogue is super relaxed because everyone who lives to the epilogue of Naruto deserves some damn peace and quiet.]

All in all; I lo-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-o-ove Mao and I need her story pronto. I really don’t see many flaws with her character. Yeah, the ending was mediocre to me with the war. And yeah why does she know how to use the Hidden Mist Technique if she is a Konoha ninja? And maybe the chakra thread too but hey it’s not that big of a deal.

Final score: 9.7/10. I’m rooting for Mao. I love the small details and after going through it all, it didn’t seem like that long of a submission? But hahahaha it is. Me likey. I want more and want a story written.

Love, Dom.

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Jitoruut Basics

Jitoruut is the main religion of the Tiraan peoples of Bhadwaan. The religion praises 9 deities all with intertesting and detailed stories and backgrounds. I'd like to just give a small rundown of who these Gods are and what they represent.

First we have Jwintaar 'The Sun'. Jwintaar is based off of main character Gods like Zeus and Odin. He is the leader of the 9 Gods and almost a centre point. He symbolises the sun, daytime, prosperity, wealth and society. He is often prayed to for good luck, overall positivity and fortune. Jwintaar has a golden brown coat of fur with piercing golden eyes. His hair blonde and medium length usually depicted in a bun. He wears white robes and a lot of golden jewellery. "Greatly, he is the golden son of the sun."

Second we have Nhilaav 'The Knife'. Nhilaav's main influences are mischievous characters like Loki. He is often known for being the God of deception, curiosity, chaos, obscurity and poverty. He is favoured by beggars, outsiders and fanatics. Nhilaav has a dark coal pelt with emerald green eyes. He has wavy black short-medium hair. He along with all the gods fixes adornments to his face and horns but silver. "Cunning, tricks are not trouble but are twists."

Third we have Ophaal 'The Tide'. Ophaal is inspired by muses, a tiny bit of Poseidon and Marie Curie. She is the Goddess of the moon, ocean, astrology and mystery. Adventurers pray to her for safe passage across the sea and stars. Ophaal has white fur with ocean blue eyes. Her hair is a deep navy colour often shown in dreadlocks. She also fashions herself with golden embellishments to symbolise the stars. "Mysterious are the depths, Strong are her crashing waves."

Fourth is Dhuure 'The Carcass'. Dhuure is inspired by hellish gods like Hades, Anubis and Hel. He is brother to Ophaal. Dhuure is the God of death, wisdom, Dhuuralm (Afterlife) and the night. He is highly respected among the sick and elderly as they wonder to soon meet him. Dhuure has a white coat twinning his sister and ashy grey eyes. His hair is a pale purple always shown in a middle part. He holds two black adornments on his ears. "Thought is a deadly gift, question the dark."

Dwaviin is fifth 'The Fist'. Dwaviin's main influence comes from the stumpy staunch structure of dwarves. He is the God of war, order, tradition and pride. Often prayed to in times of dispute or on the contrary, festivals and celebration. Dwaviin has a pale tan coat with ginger scruffy hair and fiery brown eyes. Fastened to one horn lies a golden cover and other common gold accessories. "Raise swords and spirits, a friend to all is a friend to none."

Sixth is Pacuul 'The Hammer'. Pacuul is a culmination of historic female figures. Goddess of craft, strength, innovation and minerals. She is favoured among those who work in trades. Pacuul has a light tan pelt with bouncy full light brown hair and stone grey eyes. She is not as glamourised as the other Gods, only shown with one earring. "Build up the people, the land, the soul."

Seventh is Retaal 'The Compass'. Retaal is influenced my common people and travellers, also sister of Jwintaar. She is Goddess of travel, home, adventure and greed. Tiraan pray to her before long journeys and is adored by nomads. Retaal has a tan coat with puffy red hair and chocolate brown eyes. She adores golden jewellery and is depicted with a lot. "Bhadwaan is your home, exploration is there for the taking."

Eighth we have Firphaal 'The Vessel'. Firphaal is influenced mainly by Aphrodite. She is wife of Jwintaar. She symbolises fertility, ritual, sacrifice and magic. She is often prayed to by pregnant Tiraan or Majiiken (Magicians/Sorcerers). Firphaal has a light tan pelt and blood red eyes. Her hair is perfectly messy and pink. She is always fashioned with silver/white jewellery. "Fear love and create something mystical."

Finally, Ninth is Torphuul 'The Seed'. Torphuul is a complete himbo, inspired by brawny gods like Hercules and Thor. He is the god of land, emotion, harvest and weather. He is an essential to farmers and landworkers. Torphuul has a light tan coat with honey brown eyes. He has messy medium hair slightly darker than his coat and almost red-headed. He wears some gold trinkets. "Sow the heart and give to the land, it will give back."

*I know this has been long but I wanted to give some brief insight into each of the gods, hope this helped*

Love, T x

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The adulteration charcoal of a cardinal of tigers, lions and cougars were afresh apparent in a arrest on a abode in Prague. This advancing acquisition was the acme of a five-year analysis that appear an actionable barter in alien wildlife blooming in the affection of Europe.

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Czech authorities managed to analyze the capital abstracts abaft an all-embracing abomination arena who had been processing and affairs agrarian cat genitalia as acceptable Chinese medicine. Claws, teeth, bones, bark and extracts from their bodies accepted as “tiger wine” or “broth” were banned to Asia or acclimated to accumulation the calm appeal in tiger products. The collapsed tigers came from the country’s better clandestine ancestor ability for lions and tigers – where, officially, these adequate wildcats are bred for circuses, roadside attractions and cuddle zoos.

This adventure provides a abrupt admonition of the animality engendered by bound breeding. Alike zoos heralded as the beacons of endangered brand absorption comedy a arguable allotment in this story.

With abandoned 3,900 larboard in the wild, the tiger ancestors (Panthera tigris) is the abandoned big cat listed as endangered, with two subspecies alarmingly endangered. The bound population, meanwhile, is abundant.

In 2014, the WWF alerted us to the alarming account that there are “more tigers active in American backyards than in the wild”. The organisation alleged on the US government to acquaint a ban on clandestine buying of big cats. No such federal bill has been anesthetized since, but 21 states ban all alarming alien pets, while the blow acquiesce assertive brand or crave permits. Out of 100,000 bound tigers in the US alone, abandoned 350 are captivated in zoos and added accessories accepted by the Association of Zoos and Aquariums. The estimated cardinal of tigers in the Czech Republic, meanwhile, is 390, abandoned 39 of which are kept in zoos.

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A growing cardinal of cities about the apple abutting their gates for circuses that use agrarian animals. According to Czech law, bound ancestor of big bodies requires appropriate permits, while the ecology inspectorate annal anniversary tiger’s birth, auction or death. Following the analysis of the tiger slaughterhouse in Prague, the European Association of Zoos and Aquariums issued a account advancement authorities to booty actual action in ensuring that all bound tigers serve noncommercial purposes such as research, apprenticeship and absorption breeding.

The abstraction of absorption endangered brand through bound ancestor in zoos is almost new, but has a abundant best and darker history.

Exotic animals aboriginal entered clandestine collections in Europe as adept gifts. Tigers were decidedly awful priced in aloof and aloof menageries as alarming predators were apparent to actualize the political and concrete accomplishment of their owners. Agrarian bodies were additionally apparent for accepted audiences in circuses and added travelling shows. The accelerated cartage in wildlife was abundantly facilitated by colonial expansion. That is why European anchorage cities, as the centres for colonial commerce, were the aboriginal to accessible accessible zoos.

In the after-effects of decolonisation and the addition of the Convention on All-embracing Barter in Endangered Brand in 1973, the advantageous business of capturing and trading alien animals came to an end. Faced with the abortion of a accumulation of specimens bent in the wild, zoological parks resorted to bound breeding.

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They did so, on the one duke to ensure they retained attenuate brand in their collections and, on the added hand, to alter their mission: from ball appear conservation. Devising alleged “Species Survival Plans”, accepted zoos accept collaborated back 1981 to brand endangered brand and administer all bound individuals of every brand as one citizenry to ensure abiogenetic diversity.

But alike afterwards this period, research, apprenticeship and absorption did not consistently drive bound ancestor in zoos. Alike non-commercial ancestor does not consistently prioritise beastly welfare.

Many zoos, for example, are still adherent to ancestor white tigers. Abandoned two years ago the Czech Liberec Zoo acclaimed the bearing of two white cubs, that were transferred to Pont-Scorff Zoo in France in July this year. This attenuate aberration of the Bengal tiger has characteristic white fur colouring with anemic amber stripes and mesmerising dejected eyes. The amazing blanket after-effects from a abiogenetic mutation, which as a backward affection is bidding abandoned if both parents backpack the mutation.

This absorbed the zoos to convenance inbreeding, generally bond off ancestors in achievement for a white-furred offspring. All 250 white tigers in bondage today are related, accepting a accepted antecedent captured in 1951 – the wild-caught cub called Mohan that was the pride of Maharaja of Rewa, an Indian ability who was bent to brand these attenuate agrarian cats. Afterwards several bootless attempts, in 1957 the aboriginal white cubs were built-in in India from the abutment of Mohan and his babe Radha.

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In 1960, the Smithsonian Institution acquired one of the changeable cubs for $10,000. Today she would be account eight times more. While the aloof ancestor of this alien artful vividly angry the acuteness of American zoogoers, her capital assignment at the National Zoo was to aftermath added baby of her kind. The appeal for these acutely attenuate animals generally justifies bond off carefully accompanying tigers, alike admitting affiliated animals are decumbent to accepting crippling defects including beneath legs, branch problems and beyond eyes, as able-bodied as cerebral issues.

The tigers collapsed in the Czech Republic were not bred in zoos but in a clandestine facility, yet their adventure should put bound ancestor in accepted into question.

Today, tigers are bred alfresco of their accustomed habitats for a array of reasons: for zoos, exhibitions, circuses performances or as pets. Tiger cubs are generally displayed in cuddle zoos and subjected to the atrocious convenance of declawing. Adult tigers are benumbed to affectation in photos. People still see these acutely alarming carnivores as proxies for affluence and sexiness.

But hopefully attitudes are changing. In 2017, Tinder launched a attack to animate its users to stop announcement “tiger selfies”. And best recently, due to accessible pressure, China was affected to reinstate a anew aerial ban on application tiger cartilage and cornball horn in medicine.

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Of advance we charge to pay absorption to the absorption of today’s agrarian tigers threatened by abode accident due to animal activity, poaching, accident of casualty and the abscess human-wildlife conflicts. But added absorption should be paid to the plight of the astronomic bound citizenry of tigers beyond the world.

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