#toadstool hill

[yaboiwormy]

Hey idk if this is the best way to get this out there but if you lived on Misawa Air Base in Japan between the years of 2012 and 2016 and the name “Toadstool Hill” means anything to you can you please hit me up?

[zucchinin]

Would love to see a mod for Silent Hill 4 that replaces the toadstools with the hattifatteners from Moomin

[slowdivinqs]

Golden

Summary: A Sunday afternoon on your farm with Joel.

WC: 4K

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Soft, dorky Joel. We pretend Abby and Joel chatted it out. Joel and JJ moments. Breeding ( ? ) kink. Oral sex f! receiving. PinV. In da farm house we’re in love baby! Joel doing physical labor…yeah. Can imagine Pedro or game Joel. Reader can paint!

A/N: I just wanted to give a HUGE thank you for all the love, kind words and support on Magnetism! You all melt my heart. Thank you! I’m not so happy with the smut in this but whatever :,)

The Sade record crackles before your favorite song on the album begins drifting through the air. The birthday gift Joel gave you last year that made hot tears fall out of your eyes, just like him when you gave him a painting of Sarah and Ellie for his birthday that hangs in his woodworking space. Your birthday last year ended with 8 hours spent in the sheets, passed out by the end of it, Joel with a sore back for a week - yet claims it was worth it.

You look up at him right now, peering outside the large kitchen windows and spotting him pulling out carrots, in a tight shirt and his work jeans, arms flexing at the particularly stubborn ones. Banjo following along and sniffing inside Joel’s wicker basket filled with vegetables, his tail smacking into Joel’s side. Rosie and Posie bleating in the distance, their fuzzy woolen coats glowing in the sun, seeming to also take an interest in watching Joel work, just like you.

You hear Banjo’s excited barks before Joel closes the dog's mouth shut with his hand playfully, shaking Banjo’s head side to side lightly, riling him up. The sun starts to set behind them, past the fence surrounding your ranch, behind the tall Wyoming mountains. Orange, pink, and yellow, exploding in waves. The bees returning to their hives from the flower box in front of the kitchen windows．

You laugh when Banjo manages to knock Joel over lightly, the two tumbling onto the grass. Joel laughs too, holding the border collie back with his forearm as he tries to lick Joel’s face with all his might.

You smile to yourself as you get back to work, just as Sade starts singing about ‘his hands’ and ‘the way the mountains look’. Lost in the haze of measuring out ingredients, 2 and 3 quarter cups flour, a quarter cup of sugar. Feeling the weight of the ingredients slide into the bowl. Just as you see Joel slowly walk towards the chicken coup, Banjo waiting in the grass - knowing he’s not allowed there.

Milk and salt are next, and you drift over to the fridge to grab the milk, your long white skirt, embraced with abstract flowery patterns flows against your bare ankles as your toes feel the comforting wooden floors of your warm farm home that Joel made sure to install after you mindlessly talked about your love for warm wooden accents. Sat a 20-minute walk outside the walls of Jackson, a small distance away from Ellie’s farm, closer to the lush woods atop the hills.

As you settle back by the kitchen counter, lit up by warm - almost honey-colored rays of sunlight, you try to spot Joel amongst the chickens, but he seems to have vanished, Banjo too.

You glance around surprised for a moment, your eyes flitting from the coup to the vegetable patches, to the flower beds he planted for you, the fairy garden that he denies he took part in yet carved all of the little toadstool homes for you, and Ellie to paint, and even to Old Beardy grazing in the distance, yet Joel is nowhere to be found.

You even turn to the back door, yet there’s no sign of your man. How can a big teddy bear like him disappear in less than a minute?

You jump and let out an embarrassing squeak as a sudden flash of salt and pepper pops up right on the other side of the window pane. You clutch a hand over your chest as Joel’s face comes into view, his cheeky smile and scruffy beard. Utterly pleased with himself at his success in startling you.

You glare at him half-heartedly, trying to hide the smile that’s inching up your face.

He reaches into one of the large pockets in his jeans, and your attempt at hiding your smile fails when he pulls out a little yellow chick. He lifts it to your view, the little fluff ball wiggling and chirping, looking tiny in Joel’s large, dirty palms. His smile grows wider and tender as he sees you beam at the sight through the window.

He scratches the chick’s head with one of his fingers before walking back to reunite the yellow baby with its mama.

You laugh to yourself at his antics. At a grown, grizzly man, surprising you with a baby chicken. He’s a dork and doesn’t deny the allegations when they’re thrown his way.

Banjo runs circles around the vegetable garden just as the back door opens, closing softly with a click. Joel’s heavy footfall, accentuated by his boots, sounds behind you, getting softer as he heads to the guest bathroom. The house creaks and groans as the water turns on. You’re back to baking.

“Smells real good.”

He hums, his, now soft, footfall appearing once again as he approaches from behind you, burying his face in your neck and sniffling dramatically, you feel his wet beard and hair drip onto your neck, giving you goosies. He’s splashed his face and washed his hands, probably so he can distract you without your scolding.

“Me or the food, old man?” You ask with a smile, continuing to knead the dough.

“‘Mm, both.” He hums, rubbing his facial hair against your neck like a cat. You suspect he might start purring soon. It’s not unlike him, even though he ignores you when you tell him that he basically purrs while snuggling against your chest as you read whatever novel you two have picked aloud to him in the evenings.

“Cinnamon rolls, bread’s in the often.” You hum, tilting your head to the side so he can keep giving you his beard scratches. He starts nibbling too now. You sway your hips slightly to the music, and the way his hands fall to your hips tells you all you need to know.

“Cinnamon rolls.” He repeats amused, smiling against your skin, nibbling again to make you tut at him, grinning when you do.

“Ellie and Dina are comin’ over later.” You say as you grab the jar of cinnamon on the shelf, leaving Joel to step back and watch.

“They bringin’ JJ?” Joel asks, voice loosing his husky tiredness and instead replaced with a lighter sound.

“Yes baby, they’re bringing JJ.” You say with a soft smile, looking back at him only to find he’s disappeared once more. That man is silent as a mouse usually - a habit you suppose. Although, whenever he walks into the house, he does three stomps of his boots - just to make sure you know it’s him. He may have gone soft, but there are some things time will never strip away entirely. His knack for safety is one of them.

Just as you’re finished adding all the wet ingredients to your dry ones, you hear Joel in the living room lowering a box, a few things spilling out. An obnoxious squeak of a toy - you think it’s banjo’s plastic chicken that Joel hid away after the noise drove Joel so insane he accidentally beheaded a cowboy carving he was working on for a month. You catch Banjo’s head shoot up as if he got a sense that his long-lost soulmate is near. Joel hides the chicken away again quickly.

He’s brought out the small bundle of toys you two own - JJ’s toy box - Joel calls it, even made one of those shape sorters and toy soldiers for the little boy to play with, and asked you to paint them when he was done, as he does most of his carvings.

This is the one thing Joel doesn’t try to hide his excitement about. Whenever he sees JJ, or ‘potato’ as Ellie calls him, they might as well be the only people in the world. You think it’s the sweetest thing, makes you want to beg him to have a potato of your own, your body going into overdrive imagining how he’d look at your child while putting them to sleep, how he’d kiss their forehead softly.

Joel begins to organize the toys, placing the few dinosaurs, soldiers, and stuffed animals in a battle scene. The soldiers are apparently no match for the fluffy bear, as he’s flung them around in defeat.

Never did you think you’d see the day that Joel Miller would organize a battle scene between stuffed animals and wooden soldiers, just to see JJ’s face light up in excitement - like the little boy's face doesn’t already do that when he just sees Joel as the front door opens.

You manage to pull your eyes away and start folding your dough. Smiling to yourself at your sweet sweet man. Your stomach swoops the more you think, kneading the dough mindlessly as you’re painfully reminded how badly you want it. How badly you want him to pump you full, make you swell. You don’t even notice how your eyes have gone hazy, kneading the dough harder and harder until you jump at Joel’s big hands cupping your wrists from behind, pulling them upwards slightly to relax them. His beard tickles the fly always at the back of your neck as he kisses the soft skin there.

“What’s got my lady all worked up, hm?” He murmurs against your neck, kissing down the side and inhaling, almost like he wants to brand himself with you.

“You.” You whisper shakily, squeezing the dough slightly like an anchor. You feel his cheeky, boyish smile against your skin, only for a moment before he replaces that smirk with a nibble.

“Me?” He asked softly, planting his chin over your shoulder to watch as you ‘work’, definitely not to watch the way his calloused hands cup over your tits. The dough between your palms is the only thing keeping you stable right now.

“Yes, you.” It’s a breathy whisper, and although he doesn’t see it - Joel already knows your eyes are drooping when you tip your head back slightly, able to breathe in that perfect scent of him after he’s spent the day working in the sun. The musk that is uniquely Joel, that screams man man man.

“Don’t know what you mean, honey bee.” He hums, his mouth ghosting over your earlobe just as his thumbs circle over where your nipples are unfortunately hidden away from him. He knows exactly what you mean.

“Why don’t you head South and find out then, cowboy?” You tease, expecting a playful slap and pinch of your ass before he wanders off to the shower, but instead, you find his hands, then his whole self sliding down down down until his knees plant themselves on the floor.

“Gonna let me spoil my desert?” He hums, his hands sliding slowly up from your ankles, bringing your skirt with them, until he can see the little cotton-lace panties that are hidden underneath. He bites the soft swell of your right asscheek that the cotton doesn’t cover.

Your teeth sink into your bottom lip softly as you arch your back slightly, leaning your weight on the dough, squeezing harder as the soft caress of your thighs leaves you dripping - more so than before.

“You know I’d let you do anything.” You whisper to him, and it’s all he needs before you feel his calloused fingers on your lower back, sinking into your underwear before dragging them down, burying his head under your skirt.

He throws your panties somewhere, with a proper flick of his wrist. You can see them land somewhere in your periphery, the white lace discarded, very Joel-like in the most crude matter possible.

“Joel!-“ you begin to exclaim before his warm tongue parts your slick folds with an obscene sound. Slurping up the wetness he’s found as his calloused hands grip the front of your thighs. Squeezing tightly like it���ll let him get his tongue deeper into your pussy.

You almost want to laugh at what it must look like: his head buried under your long white skirt, like a ghost he probably dressed up as for Halloween. But fortunately for him, you can’t laugh when his mouth has sealed around the hood of your clit, when it’s hot hot hot and wet.

“Oh, Joel-” you moan in a breathless gasp, your head falling back and then forward as his tongue licks the underside of your clit, making you squeeze the poor dough for it’s life.

He groans into your pussy, tongue leaving your clit to lick side to side, sliding down your cunt until it’s breaching your drenched hole. His hands grip your ass-cheeks tightly, eating at you like it’s his last meal.

He pushes two of those thick fingers inside you, instantly curling forward so deliciously you think you might die. You lose your voice, moaning hoarsely as you clench around the intrusion. He starts moving his hand faster, paired with the suckling of his hot mouth on your clit, you’re not going to last much longer.

“Give it t’me baby- let me have it.” He whispers against you, and it’s his words that do it, as well as that final crook of his fingers that hit you right where you need him. You’re cumming with an intensity only he can give you. He slurps up all the wetness he can until you’re whining at him that it's ‘too much, too much’ and he stands. Gripping your chin between his thumb and pointer finger before kissing you deeply. Guiding his tongue into your mouth just as he had done your pussy.

“I love you.” He whispers against your lips, and your chest blooms, blinking up at him as he looks into your eyes with a calm tenderness like you’re exactly what he always dreamed of - like he lay awake at night as a little boy getting giddy at the thought that one day you might be real, and now you are, more importantly: you’re his, and he’s yours.

“I love you too.” You whisper back, kissing him once more before he’s once again lifting your hands from the dough, which now looks positively mixed from your absent-minded squeezing.

“‘M gonna go shower, baby.” He says softly, stepping back from you just as you turn to look at him.

“You’re gonna deny a woman her fun?” You ask with a raise of your eyebrow, looking down as he re-adjusts his jeans. His hands glancing at your ass before smirking at something you don’t see yet.

“You’ll get your fun later, baby.” He says with an amused smile, before he’s turning and heading upstairs. You sigh and look around the kitchen, laughing brightly as you see your panties dangling on the hook by the back door, how he flung them so far, you’ll never know.

There’s a knock at the door at 5pm sharp, and Joel bounds down the stairs before walking to the door, the creak of it sweet before the sounds of ‘hello!’ and ‘how’s it going, old man?’ ring through the house. You move away from the kitchen to great Dina and Ellie as they walk in, JJ already cooing excitedly in Joel’s arms as he hugs Dina, then Ellie from the side. Smiling widely at the little boy.

“Hey Els, Dina.” You say softly as Ellie gives you a tight squeeze, her mullet brushed neatly, most likely done by Dina. The Ellie you know would let her hair stick in every direction like the wild child she is and always will be.

“Smells good.” Ellie says softly, a hand on the small of Dina’s back before she’s walking to the kitchen to inspect what you’ve made. You see Ollie - JJ’s favorite toy elephant that Ellie won in the Jackson Fair at 19 - hanging out of her back pocket. You smile at the similarities between Joel and Ellie, clear that he raised her in subtle ways. The most obvious being her recent taking for boots, jeans and flannels. She goes over to Joel and JJ after that, crouching behind Joel who’s sat on the carpet by his battle scene, giving him a bear hug from behind.

The afternoon is spent chatting away with Dina, Ellie occasionally chiming in, yet all three of you mainly watch Joel and JJ playing on the living room rug. Your home is filled with the delighted laughter of a child. Ellie joins in soon too, taking on the role of the toy dinosaurs which makes JJ shriek with laughter as they attack Joel’s stuffed bear, then Joel himself.

Everything is warm.

You all eat together. Roasted Venison with salad and bread, cinnamon rolls later that JJ tries to devour whole while sitting on Joel’s lap - similarly to Ellie who sneaks an extra two with Joel in the kitchen when they think their respective partners aren’t looking.

They stay in the small cottage outside which Joel made sure was perfect before their arrival. JJ and Dina fast asleep as you, Ellie and Joel find place on the couch watching some cheesy action movie that Ellie picked. Just like old times when she was a young teenager. She still leans against Joel’s shoulder all the same. Both of his girls in his arms as lights flash across the screen. You glance up at his face once, and smile when seeing he looks as happy as can be.

He deserves this, he deserves to be happy. Even if he might not believe it, you do, and you’ll let hell freeze over before you stop trying to make him happy.

Ellie bids you goodnight before going to curl up in bed with Dina and JJ. Similarly to the way Joel follows up the stairs behind you as you make your way to the bathroom to get ready for bed. Smirking at the twinkle in his eye you see as you pull out his favorite night dress of yours

You’ve just finished up in the bathroom when you walk back into your shared bedroom. Joel shucking off his shirt, leaving him in his boxers. You admire his broad back in the low light of the bedroom. The shadows dusting along his muscles like rivers.

You float up behind him this time, your nose pressed to the line down his back, hands wrapped around his stomach.

“I want one.” You whisper into the quiet night, and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world. He turns to face you - you rest your chin on his chest and look up at him.

“Want what, darlin’?” He whispers softly, his thumb running over the apple of your cheek as he breaths softly. You can hear his heart beating, in sync with yours.

“A baby.” You whisper, and it’s so silent, so quiet. His eyes glimmer and brighten, his breath bated as he looks down at you.

“You want that with me, sweet girl?” He whispers, his voice suddenly hoarse and thick.

“More than anything.”

He kisses you deeply, his hand burying at the hair on the back of your head. Cupping the bowl of your skull so tenderly you can feel his love for you pulse through your veins. Your arms wrap rest on his broad shoulders.

“Me too, baby. Me too.” He whispers, and emotion wraps around your throat, as you can tell it does his when you see the shine in his sweet eyes.

You fall to the bed together, his boxers discarded as he makes quick work of your night gown. Kissing along your breasts until you’re driven so positively crazy you need him to soothe it with his mouth.

Your hand wraps around his shaft and you gaze into his eyes as they flutter slightly at the sensation of your fingers, his own meet you there, guiding him inside you until you both gasp softly at the sensation. He lets his hips push in all the way moments after. Your walls grip around him, the thick, hot - length of him, pushing its way through you until he fits into the space he’s made for himself within you. The noise of your wetness clenching around his girth as he holds himself over you on his strong forearms is nothing short of one of Joel’s favorite erotic sound.

“I love you, I love you so damn much.” He whispers, his large - paw like hand cupping your skull as he grinds his pelvis against your pulsing clit, listening to the soft shk shk shk as his cock twitches inside you, pushing up against that spot inside you that turns you stupid.

“I love you too.” You whimper, barely able to think past the way your eyes are rolling. He hasn’t even thrusted yet. You don’t catch the way he’s gazing down at you, like you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, like you own every part of his heart and soul, like you might as well be living and breathing within his ribcage : as if you’re the sole thing causing that glow he seems to have.

He starts moving, slow, deep slaps of his hips against yours. Holding you against him as you arch your back slightly, making sure he digs against that spot that drives you wild.

Your fingers dig red lines down his broad back. His head falling forward as he groans so deep and roughly you think you might die from being overly aroused. This man does things to you that you can’t even explain with words, your cries of pleasure seem to communicate it well enough though. Everything is hot and wet and sticky as he whispers into your ear.

“You’re gon’ be such a good mama- fuck darlin’ - take it, yeah-“ he groans into your ear, and your whole body shivers. You clench tighter around him, making him gasp slightly as his hand finds your clit. “Got me achin’ f’you all day baby-“ he whines - whines - into your ear, the soft skin of his balls drags against the curve of your ass, just like his tip dragging through your walls, taking you higher and higher until you can’t even hear the noises you’re making.

He rubs your clit harder, round and round on that pulsing nub until you open your eyes and see his disheveled face. Skin flushed, hair a mess, and his gaze fluttering as he moves his hips against you- his big strong body shining with sweat.

You’re done for.

You dig your heel into the soft flesh of his ass, pulling him closer and locking your legs around him, trapping him deep inside of you.

“Please cum inside me-“ you whimper, gazing into his eyes as he fights with all his might to make sure you cum first, his hand doesn’t let up on your clit, and you clench. “Please let me have it-“

His groan breaks into a soft whine as he drops onto his forearms, face right in front of yours, his nose bumping into your own. You can feel his harsh breaths against your swollen lips.

When you feel him start to fill you up on a slamming thrust, you cum with him, clenching tighter every time you feel one of his thick, sticky ropes shoot inside you while his cock twitches wildly inside you - his moans even sweeter than the sensation.

“Oh god, I love you-“ he whimpers, his moan cracking as you push him impossibly closer with your heel, his hands gripping the sheets next to your head for dear life. He kisses you messily, tiredly as you both lie there - sweaty and catching your breaths.

“I love you.” You whisper back to him, your hand running through his messy hair as you litter kisses along his damp forehead. He nuzzles into you like a big bear still inside you as he softens.

“You need somethin’?” He asks once he’s found his thoughts again, sitting up slightly before you pull him back down with an ‘oof ’.

“Just you.” You whisper back sleepily, your eyes closing shut as you bask in the feeling and love he gives you. You feel a soft kiss to your jaw. His hand splaying over your tummy.

“You got me, baby. Always.”

A/N: Thank you so much for reading ! ♡ please lmk if you enjoyed it and reblog if you did ◡̈

[weaselfactoryex]

Be careful what you wish for…

(Edit: Dont worry this is just a joke post cause i’m waiting to go to the mall lol

This guy’s not actually gonna die by whatever gets the highest)

[onwesterlywinds]

PROMPT #26: Zip

A follow-up to Prompt #17, Destruct, from #FFXIVWrite 2020.

As Ahtyn fell asleep for the evening at her room in the Sandsea, her unconscious mind was at once propelled into the dreamscape of Lyhe Mheg. Before her senses could adjust to the rose-hued flora and candy-sweet air, Tyr Beq materialized before her - then Feo Ul, resplendent as ever in the mantle of Titania.

"Alright," Ahtyn said. "What's she done now."

Neither pixie said a word, but Tyr Beq pointed over to a flowerbed off in the distance - where, within moments, the littlest gaelicat with the brightest rainbow wings charged out in pursuit of a particularly obtuse bumblebee. She pounced, zigging and zagging her lithe little body through the air with all the intensity of Valigarmanda on the hunt.

"At this rate," Feo Ul declared, albeit with a note of unmistakable fondness in their voice, "we will have no workers left to pollenate our gardens come spring."

Gaelithistle landed back on her paws, the unmoving bee clasped tight in her incisors. Only then did she seem to notice Ahtyn's arrival; though she lifted her stubby little tail in delight, she immediately turned and sprinted for the hills.

"I'm not gonna chase her," said Ahtyn. "She wants me to chase her."

And so she, Feo Ul, and Tyr Beq followed at a leisurely walk, by which time the gaelicat was already chewing on a particularly hallucinogenic toadstool.

Feo Ul lifted their staff, and the creature was lifted in turn, levitating in the air and squirming all the while. "Whatever ails you, sweet creature, may very well be incurable." With one last flick of their wrist, the gaelicat blinked out of the Kingdom of Rainbows entirely, back to the Source.

"OW!" Ahtyn winced as sharp teeth pierced the toes of her physical form, stirring her from the dream. All at once she was back in bed with a gaelicat wriggling beneath her covers - until at last her warm little body settled against her knees and drifted off. With one last scritch to her ears, Ahtyn did her best to follow suit.

[hopusthechaosbun]

AU Time, AU Time!!

This AU has quite a few alterations! The main ones are included here, but there'll be more noticable ones that will come later!

- King Koopa has custody of his kids and isn't an asshole! (Wowie!)

- The Koopalings are MUUUUUCH younger and their age order is different

- SPECIES SHIFT, SPECIES SHIFT, SPECIES SHIFT-

- The Broodals live on Earth

- Peasley and Toadstool aren't avalailable for asks in this AU because their kingdoms don't like Koopas

And before I get to the juicy stuff, I'd like to provide inspo credit!!

Character designs:

@spontaneouskoopalingblog

@koopakidsandstuffs

Backstory:

@nrcy-d0-deactivated20231105

Okay, les gooooo!

Koopa Species & World Geography:

This map is a good reference point for where the countries are and the diversity of environments in this world. There are many species of Koopa depending on the environment:

Sky Koopas: High altitudes, in the sky (Sky Land, Cloud Kingdom, Mengeruine Clouds)

Sea Koopas: Warmer oceans / lakes (think near the islands, beaches, and Lake Kingdom)

Sand Koopas: Any desert (Layer Cake Desert, Sand Kingdom

Pirahna Koopas: Pipe Land

Snow Koopas: Very cold areas (Ice Land and Snow Kingdom)

Rock Koopas: Mountainous regions (Rock Candy Mines

Jungle Koopas: Soda Jungle

Grass Koopas: Standard, normal Koopas. Found just about everywhere

This guide also applies to the Koopa Kids, as they follow the Koopa species.

These species give each of the Koopalings (& Kids) quirks. (Except Cheatsy and Larry.)

Sky Koopas (Ludwig & Bully) have wings and hollow bones. As babies, Sky Koopas use a humming bird's wing pattern to fly.

Sea Koopas (Wendy & Kootie Pie) have gills and fins that make them EXCELLENT swimmers.

Jungle Koopas (Iggy) and climb and camoflauge, as well as easily tear through bark to eat tree bugs. (Iggy had to break a habbit of eating ants.)

Sand Koopas (Big Mouth and Roy) have many spikes to avoid being eaten. They also take on a reddish-brown colour to blend in with desert rocks when hunting. They have great digging ability, so they can chill under the sand during the scorching day. The varients of Sand Koopas have different tails, such as rattle snake (Big Mouth) and scorpion (Roy). Oh, also, they're venomous! And scorpion Sand Koopas can sting :3

Rock Koopas (Morton) are Desert Koopas evolved to climb mountains and fight others to become king of the hill to get the best (limited) vegetation. Their most notable feature is their horns.

Snow Koopas (Lemmy, Hip & Hop) are furry and get very weak in the heat. They also love fish. They tend to purr when happy, and often knead. Like cats, they have retractable claws.

Pirahna Koopas (Kooky) are known as the "freaks" of Koopas because they act the most feral. They bite, have cloroplast in their tail, have odd coloured eyes... The rumours have been that they're merges of Pirahna Plant and Koopa, but it was actually evolution slowly turning Pipeland Koopas into partial pirahna plants.

Koopalings

The koopalings JUST got adopted by Bowser. Their age order (oldest to youngest) goes Iggy, Morton, Lemmy, Ludwig, Roy, Wendy, Larry. (This is a reference.) They all have separate parents (except for Ludwig & Roy, as they're twins) that passed away in some horrific accident. (I love giving my characters trauma! <3) Their ages go as such:

Larry -> 4

Wendy -> 5

Roy & Ludwig -> 7

Lemmy -> 9

Morton -> 10

Iggy -> 12

They all take magic lessons from Kamek, and designed their wands to their liking. (Morton was TOLD to not make a hammer, but he didn't care.) Due to PTSD, they can be hostile, jittery or distressed at points for seemingly little or no reason. They try to adjust to their new life as royalty.

Koopa Kids

King Koopa keeps custody of his kids in this AU! Many koopas from all over the world volunteered to birth the king's children, but once they lounged around to get enough luxury items, they left. Bully was born paralysed from the waist down, but when unable to use his wheelchair, he gets around by flying. Also, Cheatsy is trans in this AU, but unlike the main world, King Koopa is fully supportive of his younger princess. (She dresses like Kootie Pie, but in hues of blue.) The only mother that still bothers to visit is Kooky's mother, who is much the opposite of Pirahna Koopa stereotypes and often comes to calm her son. The Koopa Kids age order is as follows:

Bully -> 14

Kootie Pie -> 11

Big Mouth -> 9

Kooky -> 7

Cheatsy -> 6

Hip & Hop -> 3

Broodals

The Broodals are a mafia gang! Madame Broode (called Mama Broode) is the mother figure and leader (as well as the birth mother of Hariet). Hariet is uninterested in joining the gang, and Mama Broode respected her wishes by getting an apartment near a wealthy school so Hariet could study and "become anything she wanted to make Mama proud". Meanwhile, Mama Broode took orphaned boys into her gang, including

Topper, an abandoned bun with a lazy eye and a stutter

Spewart, an aggressive and protective older brother mourning the recent death of his parents and coping with homelessness

Rango, a non verbal child trying to comprehend everything.

Their ages go:

Topper -> 8

Hariet -> 16

Spewart -> 12

Rango -> 3

And there you have it!!

Everyone I listed is open for asks!!

I waited so long for this, oh good golly-

It's 1am for me now though! Bedtime!

[warriors-rewritten-chaos]

Warrior Cats Prefixes List- G

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Gale-: "[noun] a very strong wind"

Galerina-: "[noun] a species of extremely poisonous mushroom-forming fungus in the family Hymenogastraceae of the order Agaricales"

Gannet-: "[noun] a large seabird with mainly white plumage, known for catching fish by plunge-diving"

Garlic-: "[noun] a strong-smelling pungent-tasting bulb; [noun] the plant, closely related to the onion, that produces garlic bulbs"

Garnet-: "[noun] a precious stone consisting of a deep red vitreous silicate mineral"

Garter-: "[noun] a common, harmless North American snake that typically has well-defined longitudinal stripes and favors damp habitats"

Gem-: "[noun] a precious or semiprecious stone"

Gentle-: "[adj] having or showing a mild, kind, or tender temperament or character"

Gill-: "[noun] the paired respiratory organ of fish and some amphibians; [noun] the vertical plates arranged radially on the underside of mushrooms and many toadstools"

Ginger-: "[noun] a hot, fragrant spice; [noun] a Southeast Asian plant, which resembles bamboo in appearance, from which ginger is taken; [adj] of a light reddish-yellow or orange-brown color"

Glade-: "[noun] an open space in a forest"

Gleam-: "[noun] a faint or brief light, especially one reflected from something; [verb] shine brightly, especially with reflected light"

Gloom-: "[noun] partial or total darkness; [adj] have a dark or somber appearance"

Glow-: "[noun] a steady radiance of light or heat; [verb] give out steady light without flame"

Glowworm-: "[noun] a soft-bodied beetle with luminescent organs in the abdomen, especially the larva-like wingless female which emits light to attract the flying male"

Goat-: "[noun] a hardy domesticated ruminant animal that has backward curving horns and (in the male) a beard"

Gold-: "[noun] a deep lustrous yellow or yellow-brown color; [adj] made of or colored like gold"

Golden-: "[adj] colored or shining like gold"

Goldenrod-: "[noun] a plant of the daisy family, which bears tall spikes of small bright yellow flowers"

Goldfish-: "[noun] a small reddish-golden Eurasian carp"

Goose-: "[noun] a large waterbird with a long neck, short legs, webbed feet, and a short broad bill"

Gopher-: "[noun] a burrowing rodent with fur-lined pouches on the outside of the cheeks"

Gorge-: "[noun] a narrow valley between hills or mountains, typically with steep rocky walls and a stream running through it"

Gorse-: "[noun] a yellow-flowered shrub of the pea family, the leaves of which are modified to form spines, native to western Europe and North Africa"

Goshawk-: "[noun] a large, short-winged hawk resembling a large sparrow hawk"

Gosling-: "[noun] a young goose"

Grackle-: "[noun] a songbird of the American blackbird family, the male of which has shiny black plumage with a blue-green sheen; [noun] another term for an Asian mynah or starling, with mainly black plumage"

Grain-: "[noun] wheat or any other cultivated cereal crop used as food; [noun] a single fruit or seed of a cereal"

Granite-: "[noun] a very hard, granular, crystalline, igneous rock consisting mainly of quartz, mica, and feldspar"

Grape-: "[noun] a berry, typically green (classified as white), purple, red, or black, growing in clusters on a grapevine"

Grapevine-: "[noun] a vine native to both Eurasia and North America, especially one bearing fruit (grapes)"

Grass-: "[noun] vegetation consisting of typically short plants with long, narrow leaves; [noun] the mainly herbaceous plant that constitutes grass, which has jointed stems and spikes of small, wind-pollinated flowers"

Grasshopper-: "[noun] a plant-eating insect with long hind legs that are used for jumping and for producing a chirping sound. It frequents grassy places and low vegetation"

Gravel-: "[noun] a loose aggregation of small water-worn or pounded stones"

Gray-: "[noun] gray color or pigment; [adj] of a color intermediate between black and white, as of ashes or lead]"

Grayling-: "[noun] an edible freshwater fish of Eurasia and North America that is silvery-gray with horizontal violet stripes and has a long, high dorsal fin; [noun] a mainly brown European butterfly which has wings with bright eyespots and grayish undersides"

Grebe-: "[noun] a diving waterbird with a long neck, lobed toes, and almost no tail, typically having bright breeding plumage used in display"

Green-: "[noun] green color or pigment; [adj] of the color between blue and yellow in the spectrum; colored like grass or emeralds"

Grisette-: "[noun] a common edible woodland mushroom with a brown or gray cap, a slender stem, and white gills"

Grouse-: "[noun] a medium to large game bird with a plump body and feathered legs, the male being larger and more conspicuously colored than the female"

Grove-: "[noun] a small wood, orchard, or group of trees"

Growl-: "[verb] (of an animal, especially a dog) make a low guttural sound in the throat; [noun] a low guttural sound made in the throat by a hostile dog or other animal"

Grub-: "[noun] the larva of an insect, especially a beetle"

Gulch-: "[noun] a narrow and steep-sided ravine marking the course of a fast stream"

Gull-: "[noun] a long-winged web-footed seabird with a raucous call, typically having white plumage with a gray or black mantle"

Guppy-: "[noun] a small, livebearing freshwater fish"

Gust-: "[noun] a brief, strong rush of wind"

[knittinglizards]

glancing at other people's columbo posts it seems that i take his bumbling persona at face value less/consider the Sly Little Elf Who Should Be Sitting Under His Own Private Toadstool evaluation of his character by the killer in the pilot movie more than most people do. however i do think him falling down a hill in this greenhouse jungle one was probably legit and not on purpose

[foxglove-the-never-fairy]

Fairy Names Pt. 2

Fly with you! It’s been a while hasn’t it? Anyway, I’m here for a second part of one of my most popular posts.

The first post listed fairy names that were used in the DS game “Tinker Bell and the Great Fairy Rescue” in the create-a-fairy section of the game. While the names provided were feminine, I have pulled all of the masculine fairy names from the original Pixie Hollow game. Some names are repeats from the original post, but I kept them in as I wanted to get this out as soon as possible. I hope you enjoy. Here’s the original post.

~🧚🏻‍♀️🔥 Foxglove 

First

Aaron

Ace

Acorn

Agate

Ajay

Alabaster

Alder

Alec

Aleron

Alex

Anchor

Andrew

Archer

Axel

Badger

Bailey

Baker

Bale

Banjo

Barclay

Basil

Benjy

Bert

Bevel

Birch

Bo

Boomer

Boone

Brock

Bruce

Brynn

Buddy

Burr

Burton

Buster

Calder

Casper

Cecil

Cedar

Chance

Chase

Chip

Clay

Cliff

Coal

Cog

Comet

Cosmo

Cote

Covey

Crag

Crane

Cyan

Dale

Dane

Darius

Darrin

Dawson

Decker

Deon

Devlin

Dewey

Donner

Drake

Dug

Dunn

Dustin

Dusty

Echo

Eddy

Edward

Elk

Emery

Erik

Ernie

Errol

Fennel

Fincher

Finn

Fir

Flint

Ford

Francis

Garnet

Glen

Gourd

Gourdie

Grove

Grub

Gull

Hale

Hare

Harris

Hawk

Henry

Heron

Hob

Jacob

James

Jasper

Jay

Kernal

Koto

Lance

Lark

Leaf

Lore

Lute

Lyric

Martin

Maze

Mica

Michal

Nadir

Nester

Oak

Ollie

Onyx

Otter

Peat

Pier

Pine

Quake

Quarry

Quinn

Rain

Ranger

Reed

Richard

River

Robin

Rook

Rusty

Rye

Sage

Sam

Scout

Sean

Seth

Shale

Shoal

Skimmer

Skyler

Spike

Spruce

Sterling

Stone

Tad

Teak

Thatcher

Thistle

Timber

Tiny

Toadstool

Tobey

Todd

Topher

Torn

Torrey

Vail

Valiant

Vern

Vic

Wedge

Wes

Wren

Wynn

Zak

 Middle

Air

Almond

Apple

Aspen

Autumn

Badger

Bark

Beacon

Bear

Bitter

Brave

Bright

Brisk

Broom

Bumble

Candle

Cedar

Chilly

Citrus

Cloud

Cloudy

Clover

Cocoa

Copper

Cricket

Crow

Cub

Dapple

Dash

Day

Drift

Eagle

Elm

Evening

Falcon

Far

Fern

Fig

Fire

Fleet

Flicker

Foggy

Fox

Frost

Frozen

Funny

Garlic

Green

Hail

Hasty

Hawk

Hickory

Holly

Hurry

Ice

Ivy

Jelly

Jumpy

Lemon

Light

Lightning

Lime

Little

Lock

Lotus

Magic

Mango

Maple

Merry

Misty

Moon

Morning

Moss

Mossy

Mountain

Muddy

Never

Nickel

Night

Nimble

Oak

Orange

Otter

Parsley

Pear

Pebble

Pepper

Pine

Plum

Pollen

Pumpkin

Purple

Quick

Rain

Rainy

Rock

Rumble

Sage

Sandy

Sea

Shy

Silk

Slight

Snow

Sour

Speedy

Spider

Spring

Squall

Star

Storm

Stout

Strong

Sugar

Summer

Sun

Swift

Tangle

Thunder

Tiny

Toad

Tumble

Twisty

Water

Whiffle

Wild

Wind

Winter

Wrinkle

 Last

Beam

Bee

Bell

Berry

Breath

Breeze

Bug

Button

Buzz

Chill

Chime

Cliff

Cloud

Clove

Crash

Curl

Dale

Dance

Dash

Dew

Din

Drop

Dust

Ear

Elbow

Eye

Feather

Field

Fig

Flame

Flap

Flash

Fleck

Flight

Flip

Flipper

Fly

Fog

Foot

Forest

Freeze

Fruit

Garden

Gem

Glade

Glimmer

Glow

Gourd

Grace

Griddlee

Gust

Heart

Hill

Hop

Horn

Hush

Jewel

Knee

Lake

Light

Lock

Loop

Lull

Meadow

Mello

Mint

Mist

Moon

Muddle

Muse

Newt

Noise

Nose

Peal

Pebble

Petal

Pin

Plume

Pond

Pool

Ray

Ripple

River

Roar

Root

Row

Ruckus

Rumble

Sand

Shadow

Sky

Smash

Song

Spark

Sparkle

Sparrow

Speck

Spirit

Splash

Spring

Sprite

Sprout

Stem

Stone

Storm

Stream

Stripe

Swamp

Swirls

Thistle

Thorn

Toad

Tree

Twill

Twist

Vale

Valley

Vine

Weather

Web

Whirl

Whisk

Whisper

Willow

Wind

Wing

Wings

Wink

Wish

[gwydionmisha]

Ode To Salvador Dali -  Federico García Lorca

A rose in the high garden you desire. A wheel in the pure syntax of steel. The mountain stripped bare of Impressionist fog, The grays watching over the last balustrades. The modern painters in their white ateliers clip the square root's sterilized flower. In the waters of the Seine a marble iceberg chills the windows and scatters the ivy. Man treads firmly on the cobbled streets. Crystals hide from the magic of reflections. The Government has closed the perfume stores. The machine perpetuates its binary beat. An absence of forests and screens and brows roams across the roofs of the old houses. The air polishes its prism on the sea and the horizon rises like a great aqueduct. Soldiers who know no wine and no penumbra behead the sirens on the seas of lead. Night, black statue of prudence, holds the moon's round mirror in her hand. A desire for forms and limits overwhelms us. Here comes the man who sees with a yellow ruler. Venus is a white still life and the butterfly collectors run away. * Cadaqués, at the fulcrum of water and hill, lifts flights of stairs and hides seashells. Wooden flutes pacify the air. An ancient woodland god gives the children fruit. Her fishermen sleep dreamless on the sand. On the high sea a rose is their compass. The horizon, virgin of wounded handkerchiefs, links the great crystals of fish and moon. A hard diadem of white brigantines encircles bitter foreheads and hair of sand. The sirens convince, but they don't beguile, and they come if we show a glass of fresh water. * Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice! I do not praise your halting adolescent brush or your pigments that flirt with the pigment of your times, but I laud your longing for eternity with limits. Sanitary soul, you live upon new marble. You run from the dark jungle of improbable forms. Your fancy reaches only as far as your hands, and you enjoy the sonnet of the sea in your window. The world is dull penumbra and disorder in the foreground where man is found. But now the stars, concealing landscapes, reveal the perfect schema of their courses. The current of time pools and gains order in the numbered forms of century after century. And conquered Death takes refuge trembling in the tight circle of the present instant. When you take up your palette, a bullet hole in its wing, you call on the light that brings the olive tree to life. The broad light of Minerva, builder of scaffolds, where there is no room for dream or its hazy flower. You call on the old light that stays on the brow, not descending to the mouth or the heart of man. A light feared by the loving vines of Bacchus and the chaotic force of curving water. You do well when you post warning flags along the dark limit that shines in the night. As a painter, you refuse to have your forms softened by the shifting cotton of an unexpected cloud. The fish in the fishbowl and the bird in the cage. You refuse to invent them in the sea or the air. You stylize or copy once you have seen their small, agile bodies with your honest eyes. You love a matter definite and exact, where the toadstool cannot pitch its camp. You love the architecture that builds on the absent and admit the flag simply as a joke. The steel compass tells its short, elastic verse. Unknown clouds rise to deny the sphere exists. The straight line tells of its upward struggle and the learned crystals sing their geometries. * But also the rose of the garden where you live. Always the rose, always, our north and south! Calm and ingathered like an eyeless statue, not knowing the buried struggle it provokes. Pure rose, clean of artifice and rough sketches, opening for us the slender wings of the smile. (Pinned butterfly that ponders its flight.) Rose of balance, with no self-inflicted pains. Always the rose! * Oh Salvador Dali, of the olive-colored voice! I speak of what your person and your paintings tell me. I do not praise your halting adolescent brush, but I sing the steady aim of your arrows. I sing your fair struggle of Catalan lights, your love of what might be made clear. I sing your astronomical and tender heart, a never-wounded deck of French cards. I sing your restless longing for the statue, your fear of the feelings that await you in the street. I sing the small sea siren who sings to you, riding her bicycle of corals and conches. But above all I sing a common thought that joins us in the dark and golden hours. The light that blinds our eyes is not art. Rather it is love, friendship, crossed swords. Not the picture you patiently trace, but the breast of Theresa, she of sleepless skin, the tight-wound curls of Mathilde the ungrateful, our friendship, painted bright as a game board. May fingerprints of blood on gold streak the heart of eternal Catalunya. May stars like falconless fists shine on you, while your painting and your life break into flower. Don't watch the water clock with its membraned wings or the hard scythe of the allegory. Always in the air, dress and undress your brush before the sea peopled with sailors and ships.                        

[dirtgnome]

gnoming around a bit today... running over hills, taking naps under toadstools, you know how it is.

[doompunkdispatch]

I CALL THEM THE ORGENTRY

They come from

the primordial depths of cytoplasmic seas:

Paracystic spores devour our hosts’ cell,

Pataphysical flora deflowers our souls in odious fluoride,

Pharmakonical megafauna lumbers invisibly overhead and under hill.

If you are the blood, they quell the stream.

Screaming from darkest corners of nowhere to become

something, they will have their fill and spill

guts and collapse society in fits of glee and ecstasy.

They are the Pleroma whence all shapes ship.

All told,

they’re near

now.

I feel them squirm in my biome’s cracked dome.

Sup on death.

Wish simply to live.

Energy crackles blue between excited electrons, and

they spew

like Pallas Athena,

fully formed,

from my fertile flesh.

Some say,

they’re here.

How?

Some siphon sustenance

from the pleural membrane of the human lung;

so smoke up and hack out

a bouncing baby polyphore.

Others carve xeno-amphibious passage through sonic dimensions,

dodge omnivore, and

secrete vibratory secrets before breaching

to become a song

stuck in your head so long,

that you become stuck in the song.

Secret toadstools claw their way

out murkiest myth,

burrow beneath fairytale perverse,

gallop over corpses of forgotten lore,

and sink into the quivering wombs of innocent minds. Reverse

the nucleic process to produce

something different, something new.

More, more, more.

Mutate!

Deviate. Explicate. Extricate

your next self from the carapaceous husk of the old conception.

Guzzle cocoonase

and feel your capricious jaws unhinge in concert with the doors of perception.

Queer reality.

Delicious proteinaceous particles fill the

bacteriophagus maw

of Your Great Destroyer.

Name the Beast,

and claim him tamed.

Orgone Energy freely flows off the Landed Gentry;

therefore I,

born in virus, said,

“Invasion decry:

Eat me, dead.”

[justanothercommonface]

Under the Tree

Geno x Reader

Your POV:

It was evening in the Mushroom Kingdom. I was making my way to a big tree on top of a hill. I brought some things with me such as my telescope, a pillow, and some books to read. Tonight, I'm going to go stargazing.

I made it to the top of the hill. I set up my telescope, placed my books aside on the grassy floor, and sat on top of my pillow. I sat there waiting for evening to cycle back to night once more.

2 hours passed and I was still sitting quietly, patiently under the big tree. I was watching the Toads do their usual routines. Watching the adults talk, and watching the children play until night falls, until it's time to say goodnight.

A soft wind hit my figure. Both my (H/L) (H/T) hair and my (F/C) dress danced with the wind. I took a deep breath and let it out. I closed my eyes, relaxing my body at the moment.

While waiting, I heard 2 grassy footsteps coming in my direction. I heard one of them quickly coming behind the big tree. I didn't bother opening my eyes or looking at where the noises were heard to know how the 2 figures were.

"Greetings ♡♪!?." I said.

"Hello to you too, (Y/N)." He said gently.

"Greetings Mallow."

"WOAH! How did you know it was me..." He said revealing himself.

I didn't say anything since he already knows the answer. I open my eye and looked up at the sky. The clouds were moving west to the sunset, and stars were now starting to be visible to see.

Mallow then moved to where I was and sat next to me looking exhausted. Then Geno did the same as Mallow did, except that he wasn't exhausted. He then looks up at the sky, seeing some of the visible stars above.

"What are you doing here?" He said.

"I could ask you the same thing."

"Your guardian, Queen Toadstool was worried sick, and since we came here to visit, she favored us to accompany you for a while."

"Hmm..."

"So are you going to tell me what are you doing here at this time?"

"You already know that answer."

"Stargazing, huh?"

We all sat under the tree quietly until night came. Nighttime came, and all of the Toads were saying their goodbyes and goodnights. The lights of their homes flickered off, and it was time to sleep. Waiting for a new day called 'tomorrow'.

Mallow was already passed out asleep, while me and ♡♪!? were fully awake admiring the stars above. The stars glistened ever so slightly with every soft twinkle, many shooting stars soaring gracefully across the wide horizon, and beautiful vibrant blue filled some parts of the sky. It was... astonishing.

"They're breathtaking, aren't they (Y/N)?" He said looking in my direction.

"Indeed..."

"Every shooting star that passes by can carry a wish, and once someone makes a wish the shooting star will twinkle brightly. You should wish for something (Y/N)!"

"I don't believe in wishes."

That comment made him flinch a little. I didn't need to see his wooden puppet frame to know what his expression was now. I stood silent, still looking up above. He just looked at me in disbelief, but he knew what I was going to say next if he said 'why'. So he took his gaze off me and looked back at the sky sadly.

It was midnight now, and more stars started to show. The sky was more blue and brighter than before. It was...magnificent.

The wind started to blow a little harder, which caused Mallow to shiver a lot. I sighed, and put my warm hand on top of his head. A few seconds later he stopped shivering and slept soundly under the warmth of my hand.

"It's late. We should head back to the castle so you can finally rest."

"♡♪!? look above. There are more shooting stars than you could ever imagine."

He looked up and saw that I was indeed correct. There were a lot of shooting stars passing by with every passing minute. All of them shone intensely while whizzing through the infinite sky of the unknown.

"I wish to stay here."

♡♪!? looked at me surprised, and then looked back to the sky. He sees one of the shooting stars passing by twinkle brightly and then vanishes. He looked at me again, and a soft smile was now formed on his puppet frame.

"As you wish Princess (Y/N)."

"Please, no formalities."

"*chuckle*"

"...Do you have a wish."

"Indeed I do (Y/N). I wish to continue my job of making wishes come true. I want to see the smiles on everyone's faces knowing that their wish is in good hands, and to continue being the warrior I am now and throughout...that is my wish."

"Sounds credible."

"*chuckle* Of course, because I already do what I do (Y/N)." He said softly.

I nodded in response. I removed my hand away from Mallow's head. I grabbed my telescope and put it near one of my eyes. I looked up to see further into the cosmos. ♡♪!? was now laying down on the grassy floor, while borrowing one of my books to read. Mallow still sleeping, and snoring a little.

An hour passed, and I was getting sleepier with every passing minute. I put down my telescope and rubbed my eyes while yawning. I needed some sleep. So I closed my eyes and slept still sitting on my pillow.

♡♪!? POV:

I looked up at the young princess, and I quickly noticed that she was fast asleep. I got up so I could gently lay the young princess's head on my shoulder. I then proceed to cover her small body up with my cape.

The young princess slept soundly on my shoulder. She looked so peaceful in her sleep that I couldn't help but stare at her sleeping. I blushed a little and looked away looking up at the starry night sky once more.

"I have many wishes that I carry alongside me, but there is one wish that I will forever cherish to the very end.”

I without looking, took (Y/N)'s hand and held it close to my wooden chest. Feeling the warmth of her hand soothed me in some way. I never knew what this feeling was when I met her for the first time, but I'm willing to let the stars and time say for themselves.

"I wish for the both of us to be together forever. Friends forever..., and even though this might change in the future, I would like it to stay that way. I want to cherish every moment we have together, and never let go. That is my wish..." I said squeezing her small hand gently.

There was a shooting star soaring through the sky that twinkled brightly, and then no more shooting stars were seen. There was just the star illuminating the night sky. I smiled knowing that my wish was in good hands now. I decided to rest for a while so I closed my eyes, and started to dream once again.

"Goodnight, (Y/N)..."

"Goodnight to you as well, ♡♪!?."

[rebloggingistheenemy]

The house was built back in the late 14th century, not long after the fear of the Mongols dissipated and the shadow of the Black Death had passed over Europe. It was a beautiful little red house by the coast, just off the roads but far away from anything so that the sheep would have plenty of room to roam about. The family, as all good families should, made the proper rites to welcome the tomte into their house, and so she came, an ex-goddess the name of Sinmara, to settle there. After a long life of brutal violence and having to deal with the introduction of Christianity, becoming a tomte was a nice retirement—if the family was virtuous, she could expect a consistent level of belief and respect to sustain her for hundreds of years without having to do much more than clean house sometimes, mix the butter, and put the keys where the master of the house thought he or she had left them. It hurt her pride to be sure—she missed the blood mead and the chants of the völva by firelight—but in an era with only one god and his mortal son, this was a fine way to make a living.

And she had chosen a good family. Over the years the family grew prosperous, made additions to the house for all the progeny, continued to leave gifts for her as tradition merited. Sinmara would go on trips sometimes when they would vacation, with more than enough superstition to support the energy it took to leave the hearth. She met her neighbors—the fairy clan of the nearby wood, the redcap/willowisp couple who lived in the swamp down the lane, the troll family under the hill. Every couple of years or so they'd all try to get together, especially on holidays like Midsomer to bring boons and do mischief upon the youths. Over the centuries they all became very good friends, and as Sinmara's house got larger and larger some nights they would all come and party in the forgotten corners of the home, pretending to be ghosts and playing tricks in good faith upon her adopted mortal family—which in turn served to maintain their faith in her. It was a good retirement, better than anything she could have hoped for.

But as time wore on, the humans, as they always will, worked together to broaden their power over the earth, and things began to change. The people lost their fear of the woods, and would walk in it; soon they cut down trees to make way for a road heading east to some other village of men. The fairies could only spirit away so many people, and soon it became clear it was no longer their wood, thinned by loggers and homesteaders. One night they came to party and brought far too much dew, settling in to rest in the old attic and refusing to budge. Sinmara let them be; she had so much house, and she knew the pain of being relegated to faint superstition. Why not let them stay? They certainly made good food, better than churned butter every night or spare eggs—toadstool burgers, twinflower cakes, oak leaf crepes with burdock and akerbar jam...

But it couldn't have been more than a century when the redcap and his wife the willowisp came to the door one morning, sniffling and blowing their noses on leather handkerchiefs—their swamp, which had long been cut in little bits for peat, was finally being drained to put in some sort of development. The old cellar seemed a decent place, dank and musty and liable to flood. They both promised not to harm the mortal propietors of the home, and settled in there. They made a much better brew than the fresh dew of the fairy clan, and Sinmara was glad for it. The odd dead bird on the grounds was attributed to the family cats, and none suspected its blood had been brought in the redcap's laundry in the basement, as the willowisp loved cleaning.

But the neighborhood drew closer and closer, and when the troll family's hill was bulldozed Sinmara had a space all ready for them, the foundation of a shed that had been built some time ago but burnt down and never raised again. It was cramped but better than living under asphalt, and they were able to dig a tunnel all the way to the coast, so they all would go down and picnick on the beach on the days when it would rain in the sunlight.

It was this way that these people of the age before came to hunker down in the home of their conquerors and await the fading of their existences from the minds of mankind. Remember Sinmara; leave a little beer out; and know that the old gods don't forget.

Tell the story of a house spirit, and how they ended up adopting a bunch of other spirits.

[libidomechanica]

The toadstools

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So the warrior cats hyperfixation came back kinda! I made my own clans

🍄 Mushroomclan 🍄 Their territory is a dense forest littered with mushrooms and toadstools, as well as animal bones, seeing mushroom rings or fallen trees or hollow logs with mushrooms on them isnt unheard of, even stumps covered in moss Their camp is a clearing covered with soft grass, and moss covered logs and rocks. The leader gives clan meetings on a giant stump with moss and mushrooms Mushroomclan has a large preference to ginger, red, black and brown coats Fun facts: Small white markings, especially spots are considered a beauty standard. Mushroomclan cats don't bury their dead, believing their spirits will be trapped if they do Belief System: Theistic and Atheistic Satanism/The Dark Forest

🪻 Flowerclan 🪻 Their territory is out in the open and the ground is covered in flowers, with a couple of trees around bc of the need for shade Their camp is also a clearing, flowers and petals litter the ground, and the dens are burrows instead of built dens or logs. The leader gives clan meetings on a hill Flowerclan cats wear flowers in their pelts and usually are named after flowers Fun facts: The leader wears a flower crown while the deputy wears a flower necklace. And they have a special role! The educator, a cat that educates young ones on flower symbolism Belief System: Atheism

💎 Crystalclan 💎 Their territory is a large cave network, with many rivers, crystals of various sizes protruding out from the walls and ceilings, stalactites and stalagmites are visible as well Their camp consists of a large slab of rock, shimmering blue crystals rising from the very walls and floor, their dens made up of ancient networks. Said camp has a waterfall and a river splitting the camp in two. The leader gives meeting on a crystal larger than the others Crystalclan cats have sleek fur, that give an almost unnatural iridescent sheen when the light hits Fun facts: The warriors have crystaline claws that they replaced their natural claws with, thinking it'd make them closer to their ancestors. Apprentices have to go through a special assessment to get them "earning their claws" if you will if they wish to be warriors Healer apprentices go through a special assessment as well, but not to earn crystals for their claws. To earn crystal shards to wear upon their ears and tail, and the title of a full Healer Belief System: Starclan

🎪 Maskclan 🎪 Their territory is not like the rest. Rather than stay in the wilds, the cats of this clan have infiltrated and took over an abandoned circus/amusement park. An amusement park that somehow still has lights operating.. Their camp is actually the vary circus tent itself, with the leader giving meetings on top of a fallen platform, and the dens being made of some rubble that belonged to the park Like the name suggests, the cats of this clan wear various masks. These masks aren't required and any cat, if they want, can pick which one they think suits them the best Fun facts: Maskclan is perfectly fine with house cats and rogues coming and going as they please, they're even willing to help if they're in times of need Belief System: Paganism