#unicorn-physician

[daisies-and-domming]

Zayne: In Heat! (NSFW)

Right Here, Right Now!

Summary: A new sort of Wanderer keeps appearing around Linkon City, sending the Hunters Association into a frenzy trying to figure out just what it does. When killed, it releases some sort of dangerous “pollen”, but that’s all you’re really cleared to know - other than the clear warning to get back to headquarters as soon as possible if you are hit. Turns out, that’s easier said than done.

Warnings: yes this is an A/B/O fic (the demons got me), afab!reader, omega!reader, alpha!characters, heat, swearing, petnames (Zayne calls you "darling" and "wife"), marking/mating, breeding kink (Zayne), office sex, a little bit dubcon!!

This is Zayne's part to this series! Looking for someone else?

Rafayel | Xavier | Caleb

Or use the tag #daisy's series: in heat!

Let me know if you think I missed anything!! All characters are over 18 :) – – –

It was a simple mistake, you try and tell yourself. You didn’t know the Wanderer was going to explode like that!

But even the simplest of mistakes gets people in your profession killed. Being a Deepspace Hunter, especially a hunter in the UNICORNS unit, meant you couldn’t afford to make mistakes, not when other people’s lives were on the line. 

So you don’t go back to headquarters, not yet anyhow,heading straight for the hospital instead.

You know for a fact Zayne’s in office tonight, because you were complaining about him cancelling yet again your plans to hang out. He was your best option right now - whatever you got hit with is making you feel all sorts of weird. 

The first thing you noticed was your vision blurring and your sense of smell dulling; like the world was fading into grey. You smack the side of your head, trying to keep yourself in one piece. The hospital was only two more blocks away, and you couldn’t afford to not make it. Even if Zayne didn’t know exactly what was happening to you, hopefully he could draw your blood or send you for an eval in one of the other offices. There’s no one in your life that you trust quite like  Zayne, and you’re certain that he can help you with whatever the hell was going on with you.

The second thing you notice, as you draw nearer to the hospital, is the looks. People always look at you, especially when you’re in your hunter’s uniform, but there’s something…different. Some people look sympathetic, like they know something you don’t. Others jeer at you, making comments that made you wish you were off the clock right now and could kick their ass. But you’re a professional - so you hold your head high, and you keep moving.

You make it into the clear glass doors of the hospital, and that’s when the third thing hits - the smell. Your sense of smell had dropped drastically when this “pollen” had originally got you, but there was a mysterious smell coming from somewhere in the hospital that was calling out to you. It smelled like hot chocolate on a winter’s day, the kind that you have right next to the fireplace after having been outside for too long. It smelled like home, and almost mindlessly, you try to follow it.

You’re stopped pretty quickly by a nurse, who mutters something about “heat” and “omega” to one of the passing nurses. You’re led to sit down, but the bright lights of the waiting room are nauseating, and you almost lose your whole lunch as your world spins.

“-you okay? Is there anything we can do for you? If you forgot your heat suppressants, I can direct you to the pharmacy down the street-”

“Heat? What are you talking about?” You respond, snapping your head towards hers, “I’m here to see Dr. Zayne. He’s my primary care physician? Something’s wrong, I just went through a Wanderer attack, and-”

She shushes you, looking over her shoulder (likely for back-up, even you can tell you’re acting a bit crazed right now).

“Honey, you’re in heat. At this point, all we can do is suggest a heat partner. Do you have a ride home?”

You frown, still not understanding. In heat? You’re a beta, always have been. You don’t have to worry about finicky things like “heats” or “ruts”. You move to try and explain this to her, but a voice from behind the nurse cuts you off.

“Is everything alright? What could you possibly be doing here this late - oh.”

Zayne’s voice sends a spike of heat through your body, and you can’t help the smallest of whines from slipping out of your mouth. It’s quiet, but you can tell he hears it, and his whole demeanor shifts.

“Did they tell you what happened?”

The nurse tries to tell Zayne what you’ve told her so far, but he’s not actually listening - all of his senses are honed in on you. He notes your symptoms - visible fever, shortness of breath, pupils dilated - and he motions for the nurse to move, offering you an arm.

“They’re my patient. They’ll listen to me,” he tells the nurse, keeping his composure as much as he can.

He won’t tell her that it’s because he’s merely a man, a selfish one at that, and he can’t stand the burning looks of the other alphas in the room boring into you. To them, you’re nothing more than a good time, a pretty little omega for them to fuck and move on. Something protective rumbles in his chest before he can stop it. The nurse sends him a skeptical look, about to protest, when you grip on to his extended arm, and oh. Your skin isn’t even touching his, and yet it’s like a wet dream come true. You set him alight, and it takes everything in his power not to coo at you as you lean your weight into him.

“Zayne, what’s happening to me?” You sigh, looking up at him with your eyes blown wide.

“Let me get you to my office, okay? I can tell you everything you need to know there, just need to get you away from-” he sends a weary, menacing look to any wandering eyes behind him, “-from all of these heathens.”

“Okay,” you respond, so soft and sweet it sends a sick sort of thrill down Zayne’s spine.

He knows as he leads you to his office it’s a bad idea. He knows, but he can’t help himself. He’ll regret it in the morning, but for now? For now, he can have you, his darling, all needy for him in his office. He imagines bending you over every surface of the room, pushing your bare body up against the glass for everybody to see - and he’s already leaking. If you were a well attuned omega, you would be able to smell the lust rolling off of him in waves, but you don’t know what’s happening to you. All you know is that something about Zayne is sending your body into a frenzy, and you want nothing more than to burn under his touch.

Finally, finally, you make it into his office, where he guides you to sit on the couch there. He hovers for a moment, as if contemplating his next move, before leaving you there to lock the door (odd - you don’t remember him ever locking the door for your other appointments). He’s almost on top of you in the next instant, and his scent makes your brain foggy and your limbs heavy. He smells like warmth on a winter day, and you’re acutely aware, if only for a moment, that you’d let him do anything to you.

He reaches out with a hand, tilting your chin up so you’re forced to look up at him. His other hand brushes stray hairs from your face, before falling back to his side. He looks just as crazed as you feel, his pupils swallowing the chocolate brown of his eyes. If it weren’t for the lab coat he was wearing, you’d be able to see the wet patch he’s leaving on the front of his slacks, his cock already straining for release.

“So?” Yyou ask, eyeing him curiously. You’re a little on edge now, your senses a little sharper.

You may have been hit by something funny, but you’re not stupid. Zayne, in all of his quiet composure, has a tell - the tips of his ears are dusted with a light pink, and he pushes up his glasses not once, but twice (even if they’re not on his face. It makes you giggle every time). He’s holding something back, and you’re worried all over again.

That’s when a terrible pain rips through your body, like your abdomen is being ripped apart from the inside. It feels like something is trying to claw its way out of you, and a sob wracks your body. Zayne rushes forward as your body goes limp.

“Hey, hey, look at me, darling,” he says, urgency lacing his tone. 

“Look at me.”

The pain ebbs a bit as he nears, but you can still feel the way the pain tears at your stomach. Barely lucid, your weary eyes find his, pleading and wet.

“I can help, okay? Are you okay with me helping? Just let go for me, darling.” 

He’s close - too close - but God, you could care less right now. There’s nothing in the room right now but him, in all of his glory, hovering just inches away from you.

You give him the smallest of nods, but it’s enough. Enough for him to spring into action, hand already working at the button of your pants. You’re so wet with slick that he has to peel them off your skin, but it’s worth it to see you, poised on his work couch in only your underwear.

He thumbs at the waistband of your underwear, fingers dipping under it teasingly. 

“May I?”

“Y-yeah, yeah, go ‘head,” you say back, voice gravelly with want.

But he doesn’t take them off like you thought he would - instead, he shoves his face right up against your entrance, lapping at it through the soaked fabric of your underwear. Your hips buck instinctually, and his hands find their way to your thighs, kneading at them. Your legs try to close around his head, but he gives you a warning look over his glasses, and you try your best to keep them spread. A small smirk appears on his face at your obedience, but it’s gone as quickly as it came, because he’s already diving back in for more.

Even through your underwear, he can taste your arousal so potently, coating his tongue like the sweetest ambrosia. He’s sucking it through your underwear like a pervert. All open-mouthed and nasty, but it’s only making the slick pour from your entrance like a waterfall. Watching the usually cool and collected Zayne fall apart at merely a taste of you was dragging you close to an early edge. His glasses are starting to fog at the heat you’re radiating, but he doesn’t care - just dives deeper into you. He wants to taste you on his tongue forever, to keep his pretty, perfect omega satisfied. He doesn’t need anything from you, the bulge in his pants meant nothing to him. All he can think about is drawing those sweet little noises from you.

Your hand finds its way to his hair, and in a pleasure-seeking haze, you grind his face into your entrance. He groans, rich and deep, and it sends pleasant shockwaves through your system. Everything is hazy, like you’ve stepped into a dream, but you keep rolling your hips against his face, chasing your high. You’re heavy eyelids lift long enough to catch him staring up at you reverently, glasses askew and foggy, and that’s all it takes to send you spiralling over the edge. His unabashed worship for you, even now, made you clench around nothing as you came, the universe exploding into a million stars behind your eyes.

You’re not sure how long it takes for you to come back down, but by the time you do, Zayne has you in his lap, your head resting in the crook of his neck. The sensitive spot just below his ear is where his scent is the strongest, and when your head feels like your own again, you shift to nuzzle your nose into it. When that’s not enough, you start to nip at his neck, placing gentle kisses between lips. You can hear him exhale through his nose, and you feel the way he stiffens beneath you, trying not to interfere with whatever you’re doing. But he’s just so sensitive, and the little “anh!” that escapes his lips at your ministrations sounds almost like a whine.

“Are-mnph-are you feeling-ah-better?” He stutters out, his whole body weak to your touch.

“Mhm,” you mumble out against his neck, still not quite sure what you’re doing.

All you know is that he smells intoxicating, and you need more of him. You want to feel every inch of his skin against yours, want to cut him open and crawl inside of his skin so you can feel him everywhere. It makes you sick just how badly you yearn for him at this moment, and you bite down a little harder at the soft flesh of Zayne’s neck, grinning against his skin when his hips buck up against you.

“Mine.” You declare, before you can stop it.

It feels so natural, to call him yours. Almost like it’s always been that way. It twists your gut in a way you don’t understand, so you don’t try to. Instead, you lean back, taking in Zayne under you.

He’s flushed, a pretty red that spreads all the way from his cheeks down his neck, and he looks like your wettest dreams. He’s gnawing at his lip as he looks up at you so prettily, and your eyes flick down to them - a question. As you lean in, you give him enough time to back out, but he sinks into you instead, meeting your lips halfway. It’s a juxtaposition to the filthiness that went on earlier, the way he kisses you like you’re something delicate. You can still taste the hints of yourself on his tongue, and it makes you melt against him, fingers tangling into the short hair at the back of his neck. The moment shifts, and everything starts to feel more intimate. With the worst of the pain gone, you realize this is Zayne, your Zayne, the one who made you little snow seals when the seals at the aquarium made you feel bad. The one who texts you to make sure you’ve eaten lunch, and to make sure you’re not overworking yourself (to which you usually respond “hypocrite”, which shuts him up awful fast). You’re overwhelmed with something akin to embarrassment, and you pull away.

“Are you okay, darling?” He searches your face, concern written all over his expression. “Is there anything else I can do for you?”

You hum, a noncommittal thing, still too embarrassed to properly look him in the eyes. He huffs, and squeezes your cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, dragging you so close that your forehead knocks against his.

“Talk to me.”

It’s not a question, this time. It’s a command, and heat sparks in your stomach anew.

“I just…’m sorry I dragged you into whatever this is,” you say, unsure of yourself. 

“I know this is probably just work to you, but-”

“It’s never just work with you.”

He says it with such sincerity you can’t help but lean in to kiss him again, short and chaste. You hope he can feel your love in every move you make against him, that this means something more than just sex to you. 

And then it hits again - that twisting heat in your abdomen, like a punch to your stomach. It’s less bad, now that you’re pressed against Zayne, but it still makes you hiss, hand moving to put pressure on your stomach. He moves to pull you closer, looking down at your shaking frame.

“Anything you need, darling. Anything.”

So you beg. You plead until all that’s left of your voice is wispy breaths. You’re not even quite sure what you’re saying anymore, overwhelmed by the raw need to feel him fill you up, to have him carve the shape of himself into you. Your lips find his neck again, and your hands fumble for his belt, buried under the thick weight of his lab coat. His thighs twitch underneath you, and you shift just enough to yank his pants and boxers to his mid-thigh, enough for his cock to spring out of its confines. It smacks heavily against his black button-up, and god, is it glorious.

He’s impressive in length and in girth, the kind of thickness that would just split you apart if you weren’t already dripping for him. A lone blue vein runs up the underside of his cock, prominent and glistening with his own precum.You can feel your mouth watering at the idea of tracing it with your tongue. But when you go to slide off of Zayne to do so, his fingers find purchase on your hips, dragging your dripping heat to rest just over his leaking cock. You both groan at the contact, and you can’t help but press down into him, catching your clit right on the throbbing head of his dick. Heat overtakes your body, and your hips can’t help themselves as they began to rut down into him, your body begging you for more.

“I-fuck-I need t’feel you, need it, alpha,” you pant out, already forgetting your desire to taste him.

His eyes roll back in his head, fingers digging into the meat of your hips, hard enough to bruise. Something inside of you purrs at the idea of him marking you up with the kind of bruises that leave no doubts about what happened tonight.

“Darling I-hngh!-can’t hold b-back anymore,” Zayne starts, heaving as your hips refuse to slow down, “I have to have you. Can I? Please, can I have you?”

You can barely nod before an obscene rip echoes in the room. Between Zayne’s fingers is the tattered remains of your underwear, a lewd string of slick connecting it to your entrance still. You watch in awe as he presses the ripped fabric to his nose, inhaling deeply. His tongue darts out, and a groan rumbles out of his chest when he gets another taste of your slick, his dick twitching pathetically against your now bare entrance. 

And when his tip just barely catches against your entrance? It’s over, his cock already spurting hot cum against you, coating his abdomen. 

“W-what a waste, darling,” he murmurs, muffled by the underwear still pressed to his face. “Should-hah-should’ve been i-inside.”

And his free hand moves from its place on your hip down to his release, scooping up some of the sticky mess onto his fingers. Before you have a chance to question him, he’s pressing his fingers to your entrance, forcing his cum inside of you. The feeling of his thick fingers stretching your entrance has your head falling back and your mouth falling open in a silent scream. His fingers reach so deep, and you wonder, briefly, if you’ll even be able to take his cock. They escape your entrance once again, just to messily smear more cum into your hole, mean and unforgiving. 

If you weren’t so lost in your own pleasure, you’d be able to see how Zayne couldn’t look away from your entrance, now dripping with a mix of your slick and his release. He was hypnotized by the way you can’t help but grind down on his fingers, begging for more of him. He curls them just right, and his breath catches in his throat when you fall forward into him, moaning out his name. No pleas, no “alpha!”, just Zayne.

A sick, twisted part of him hopes it takes. He can already see it - how beautiful you’d be all round and heavy with his pups - and it makes him burlly another finger into your entrance, trying to dig his cum deeper into you. All he can think about is you, his sweet little darling, all powerful and strong, reduced to his little housewife.

“Can’t take it anymore,” you whine, snapping him out of his perverted  daydream. “Want your knot, want to feel you fill me up, please.”

And something mean twists in Zayne’s gut, something sharp twinkling in his eyes as he looks up at you. He slips the tattered underwear into the pocket of his lab coat, and his now freed hand moves to tilt your head to look at him.

“Are you sure, darling? I’m not sure I believe you,” he responds, eyes glowing with mirth, “Beg for it.”

What a cruel alpha he is, making a heat-riddled omega beg for his cock. But the idea of him not filling you up sends you into a frenzy, frantic pleas falling from your mouth as you squeeze around his fingers pathetically.

“No, no! Need it, promise I do. C-can’t you feel how-ahn!-wet I am? Please, ‘m drippin’ for you, need to feel your cock fill me up, need you to mark me as yours-uhn! I’m yours, aren’t I, Zayne?”

At the sound of his name, so sweet falling from your lips, Zayne rips his fingers from your entrance, fumbling to grasp at the base of his aching dick. It’s flushed red and he’s not sure how long he’s going to last inside of you when you’re looking at him like that. Like he’s the only thing left in the world, like you love him.

But neither of you can even think once his cock slides into your entrance. No amount of fingering could have prepared you for just how thick he truly was, and tears bead at the corners of your eyes at the stretch. And it just keeps going, keeps sinking into your heat until you feel him all the way in your stomach. His tip is kissing your cervix so sloppily, and it makes your walls clench around him.

And suddenly you’re in the air. You’re dizzy and disoriented as you move, his dick sliding impossibly deeper in a way that has your legs locking behind his back, keeping him there. His teeth dig into your shoulder at that, trying to keep his sounds down, but it’s impossible when you just feel so good.

With one hand, Zayne balances you against his body, and with the other, he sweeps the papers and trinkets off of his desk, not caring where they end up. He cradles your head as he drops your back to meet the cold surface of his desk, always worried about your safety, even when he’s balls deep in you. It makes your heart squeeze in your chest, an unfamiliar warmth flooding your body.

You don’t have much time to think, though, before he’s pulling his hips back until only his tip is still inside you. He stays there for a moment, loving the way you pulse around his sensitive head, before his self-control fully snaps, and he’s bucking into you wildly. The desk creaks under you, shifting under the raw power of Zayne’s thrusts, until you hear it roughly thunk against the wall. 

You’re certain the whole wing can hear you two, bodies sliding and humping at each other like animals, but you don’t care, not when his cock is slamming into that spot that makes you see stars. Your body surrenders to the heat overtaking it, surrenders to him, and you’re limp in his hold, forced to take until your body is satisfied.

“Z-Zayne, mark, pl-uhn-please?” You beg between moans.

And this isn’t really consent, not when you’re so deep in an unfamiliar heat, and the back of Zayne’s mind is screaming at him to stop, don’t give in. But when your head falls to the side, baring your neck to him so submissively, how was he ever supposed to resist?

His canines sink into the delicate flesh of your skin, right in the juncture where your scent gland rests, and it’s like fireworks explode behind your eyes. It feels like your souls are intertwining, a metaphysical connection that fills your entire being with the warmth of a thousand suns. Your body convulses under him, but that just makes him dig his teeth into your skin harder, the metallic taste of your blood filling his mouth. Only when your convulsing turns into weak twitching does Zayne’s jaw unlock. He presses gentle kisses into your shoulder, licking at the blood dripping from his mark, unable to stop his hips from still bucking into your sensitive body.

“You’re mine, mine, you hear me?” He babbles, not even realizing he’s saying anything at all.

“My omega, my perfect little darling, a-aren’t you? Fuck, ‘m gonna fill you up so good, make you-mhm-round with my pups, make you a pretty momma, knot you again and again and again until i-it takes. Do you-hah-want that, darling? Want to be my perfect little wife?”

Your head is filled with cotton and your limbs don’t feel like they’re even yours anymore, but you blink your weary eyes up at Zayne. His silhouette is blurry from the tears you can’t seem to control, but even blurred he’s still a sight to behold.

His glasses are barely still on his face, askew and only really still hooked on one of his ears. He’s still almost fully dressed, but his collar is mussed, and his pants and boxers have made their way around his ankles. His belt, still looped through his pants, clanks against the floor with every harsh thrust of Zayne’s hips, mixing into the symphony of moans and squelches filling his office. 

It’s obscene and sloppy, everything is dishevelled in a way that is so markedly not Zayne, but it makes you clench around him nonetheless. Only you get to see him like this, make him like this. It sends a thrill down your spine, and a rush of heat floods your abdomen, your walls fluttering around Zayne’s girth. 

“Darling, darling, feel so good for me, are you going to let go? Let go, let me feel you cum around me.” Zayne coos, looking down at you adoringly.

You frantically shake your head. You’re close, unbearably so, but you want-need Zayne to come undone with you. So you lift your feeble hands to grip at the hair at the back of Zayne’s neck and to pull his collar to the side. With the last of your strength, you yank him down to you, right into your eager mouth. He gasps as your teeth sink into his scent gland, and that’s all it takes - the base of his cock swells, and you can feel his knot start to take. The pathetic whimper that escapes Zayne’s mouth as your teeth sink deeper into his skin is enough to tip you off the edge, and you cum hard, biting into Zayne’s neck in a weak attempt to muffle your noises. It doesn’t matter anymore, really - the slam of the desk against the wall and the wailing you did earlier was certainly enough to tip anyone off to what was happening in here. But as you start to come back down to Earth, a wave of embarrassment overcomes you. This was your best friend. You just had sex - you just mated - your best friend, and an embarrassing part of you doesn’t even care. You’ve just claimed and marked the illustrious Doctor Zayne as yours, and he’s going to have to walk around the hospital after this, smelling like you and wearing your mark on his gland.

“It’s going to be a while before my knot goes down.” Zayne says, his voice still strained but mostly back to his normal matter-of-fact tone.

His knot. It all floods back to you - how you pleaded for his knot, how you begged him to mark you - and you fluster under his watchful eye.

“I’m sorry,” you mutter, still unable to really even look at him, “I shouldn’t have forced you to do this, to…to mark me.”

You say it with so much contempt that it makes the ever-stoic Zayne frown, concern written in the creasing of his eyebrows. The hand thumbing at your hip moves to cradle your face, and he leans closer to you, wincing at the way his sensitive cock shifts inside of your gummy walls.

“Do you…” he ponders for a moment, “Do you regret it?”

He looks at you, searching your eyes for even a hint of anger at him, but all he finds is guilt. Like somehow you were at fault for all of the sick things Zayne did to you when you didn’t know what was happening to you. It makes something in his stomach flip, sadistic and cruel. You were so sweet, thinking that any of this was somehow your fault, and it makes him want to bite into your scent gland all over again. It was likely that the effect of whatever hit you would soon fade, but a little voice in the back of his head hopes that the mark he left doesn’t fade with it. That when you have to go back to work, all of the people that so much as glance at you can tell that you’re his, that you’re off-limits forever. In every lifetime, he’s given himself up to get even a taste of your love, and a certainty settles into his gut that he’ll never be able to let you go again, not after he’s had you.

“Do…do you regret it?” You ask, still carrying that heavy guilt in your eyes.

“Of course not,” Zayne responds, like it was the most obvious thing in the world, “I could never regret anything if it’s with you.”

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ehehe thank you for reading!!! I don't have a sylus part planned, buuuut if anybody wants it please let me know! I just unlocked him and I wouldn't be opposed...

(also if you have other ideas for LADS send them in! I am so feral about them right now I will write just about anything)

[theroundbartable]

So, what if like, there were secret sorcerers at the heart of every kingdom? Like some sort of secondary rulership. They've all been told to have some kind of great destiny, because they need to bring magic back everywhere.

And each one has their own Kilgharrah. But like, as a different species. I'm thinking like Mithians magician had like Anhora, keeper of the unicorns as his annoying background noise.

And while the Kings and Queens make Peace treatys, the secondary rulers all meet up during that time and like, exchange their experiences.

Merlin is the youngest, yet the most powerful and experienced one (because he's a bloody dragonlord, lol) and that's how he earns great respect amongst court physicians/advisors/librarians, etc. All of who have the biggest influence on their respectable rulers.

Arthur is especially concerned, when Merlin gets along GREAT with the only court sorcerer in the five kingdoms.

[kerryshifts]

do you believe in fairytales?

FANTASY DR.

hear ye! hear ye! your royal highness mélusine–lorién, from house of valois, first of her name, is here!

it was 1305, when kingdom of lunellia celebrated for seven days and seven nights for the birth of the royal princess. fourth child of the king and queen and first daughter, the common–people made banquets honouring lady seleneria, goddess of women, for giving them such a blessing. the people's princess grew up with fairies looking up at her and always protecting her, riding unicorns and spending her days in the city, castle, talking to people and being loved by her kingdom.

MÉLUSINE VALOIS. born sixteen summers ago, the princess is easily recognised by the public wherever she goes: even if the royals don’t usually wear crowns, they still wear complicated hairstyles that symbolise their royal status. her floral dresses, her laughter: the kingdom loves their princess.

THE HOUSE OF VALOIS … to a valiant heart, nothing is impossible.

house of valois is the most ancient and revered royal family, ruling over a land where harmony and prosperity reign. they trace their lineage back to the first light, a mythical era when the world was said to be created by celestial beings. the family has been entrusted with maintaining the balance between nature, magic, and the people, ensuring that peace and goodness prevail in every corner of their kingdom. the valois family is not just known for their rule, but for their deep connection to the mystical forces of the world. legends say. that the first valois monarch, queen elysia valois, was blessed by the spirits of the stars granting her descendants the ability to harness a gentle, benevolent form of magic that brings abundance to the land. each monarch of the house of valois is chosen not just by birthright but by a sacred ceremony where the crown of light, an enchanted artifact, reveals the most worthy heir, ensuring the kingdom is always led by a just and kind ruler.

the family lives in NYTHERIS, the capital, in an ethereal castle that gleams with colours and gold , surrounded by enchanted forests and gardens where flowers never wilt. the palace itself is alive with magic, imbued with the energy of every generation of valois rulers who have walked its halls.

the valois rules arecentered around the idea of eternal joy the belief that happiness, kindness, and love are the highest values. under their reign, the people live carefree lives, and the world. knows no famine, no sickness, and no darkness. the seasons change with perfect harmony, ensuring bountiful harvests and beautiful weather year-round. the arts flourish, with music, poetry, and festivals marking every passing day in the kingdom.

HER LADIES IN WAITING … !

✴︎ elodie walcott. ༄ analytical. witty. genuine. fearless.

✴︎ juliette claire. ༄ eloquent. creative. honest. sociable.

✴︎ rebecca getty. ༄ productive. kind. amiable. ethical.

( a princess’ love story . ) 𓂅 SIR. JAMESON … jameson is the son of a baron of the kingdom of thalindor which is far away from lunellia. he came in the kingdom when he was nine, alone and since then living with the court physician. he is now a knight serving the royal family, and by extension serving and protecting me. since he is the youngest knight [ he is seventeen, one year older than me ] he has a different job than the other knights: he is my personal knight. always protecting me. he is the only person who is almost constantly with me; in my walks and in public.

[bestanimal]

Round 3 - Mammalia - Perissodactyla

(Sources - 1, 2, 3, 4)

Perissodactyla is an order of ungulates, commonly referred to as the “odd-toed ungulates”. It is composed of three living families: Equidae (“horses”, “asses”, and “zebras”), Rhinocerotidae (“rhinoceroses”), and Tapiridae (“tapirs”).

Perissodactyls are typically defined by having reduced the 5 original ungulate toes to 3 or 1 weight-bearing toes, though tapirs retain four toes on their front feet. Equids, adapted for speed, are unique in having almost completely lost all of their toes, bearing weight on one single toe on each foot. Perissodactyls have a long upper jaw with an extended diastema (gap) between the front and cheek teeth, giving them an elongated head. They often have highly mobile lips for manipulating grass, leaves, and other plant parts. Perissodactyls are exclusively herbivores. Tapirs and equids have dense, short coats of fur, often with a mane of hair on the dorsal ridge of their neck, while rhinos have only sparse hair and thick skin. Perissodactyls inhabit a number of different habitats, leading to different lifestyles. Tapirs are solitary and live mainly in tropical rainforests in the Southern Hemisphere. African rhinos tend to live alone in dry savannas, while Asian rhinos live in wet marsh or forest areas. Equids inhabit open areas such as grasslands, steppes, or semi-deserts, and live together in groups.

Perissodactyls are characterized by a long gestation period and a small litter size, usually delivering a single calf (or “foal” in equids). Newborn perissodactyls are precocial, and are often able to stand and follow their mother after a few hours. Young are nursed for a relatively long time, often into their second year, with rhinos reaching sexual maturity around 8 or 10 years old, while equids and tapirs mature around 2 to 4 years old.

The tiny Radinskya from the Late Paleocene of East Asia is often considered to be one of the oldest close relatives of the ungulates, and was most similar to perissodactyls. Perissodactyla itself appeared at the beginning of the Lower Paleocene about 63 million years ago, both in North America and Asia, in the form of phenacodontids and hyopsodontids. The oldest known equid was Sifrhippus, from the Early Eocene. The ancestors of tapirs and rhinos, which may have included Hyrachyus, appeared not long after.

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The African Wild Ass (Equus africanus), ancestor of the Domestic Donkey (Equus africanus asinus), is critically endangered, with about 570 existing in the wild.

Domestic Donkeys were probably first domesticated by pastoral people in Nubia around 4000 BC, and they replaced the ox as the chief pack animal of that culture. The tomb of either King Narmer or King Hor-Aha (two of the first Egyptian pharaohs) was excavated and the skeletons of ten donkeys were found buried in a manner usually used with high ranking humans, showing that donkeys were likely very important in early Egyptian culture.

The Onager or Asiatic Wild Ass (Equus hemionus) (image 3) is one of the fastest land mammals, capable of running 64–70 km/h (40–43 mph).

The Kiang or Tibetan Wild Ass (Equus kiang) is the only wild perissodactyl to not be threatened in any way; their population is classified as “least concern.” Natural historian Chris Lavers points to travellers' tales of the Kiang as one source of inspiration for the unicorn, first described in Indika by the Ancient Greek physician Ctesias.

Asses were named before “ass” became a slang term for buttocks. In fact, the slang term was originally “arse,” a separate word from the animal “ass”, but the r was dropped in the 1860s, meaning both words have different linguistic origins.

The Domestic Horse (Equus ferus caballus) was domesticated from now extinct wild horses around 4000 BC, and their domestication is believed to have been widespread by 3000 BC. They were one of the first animals to be domesticated for transport purposes, though they were originally bred for meat. Today, there are more than 300 breeds of horse in the world, developed for specific tasks such as riding, pulling, driving, various sport disciplines, or simply as pets. Horse-keeping has led to a range of extensive, specialized vocabulary used to describe equine-related concepts, covering everything from anatomy to life stages, size, colors, markings, breeds, locomotion, and behavior.

The Przewalski's Horse (Equus ferus przewalskii) is the last remaining subspecies of truly wild horse, with other “wild horses” being introduced, feral populations of Domestic Horse. Przewalski’s Horses were already rare when first described, and were only found in the arid Dzungarian Basin of the Gobi Desert. By the 1900s, Przewalski's Horses were already declining, with only sporadic sightings of single horses or groups of 2-3 here and there, until a single stallion was sighted in 1969, and then none were seen in the wild again. Thankfully, some Przewalski’s Horses still existed in captivity, having been dispersed to various zoos in the US and Europe. Breeding programs were established and various facilities cooperated and exchanged horses to increase their genetic diversity. Unfortunately many of the horses did not survive WWII, and the most valuable group was actively shot by German soldiers in the Ukraine. By the end of the 1950s, only 12 Przewalski’s Horses were left in the world's zoos. The Przewalski’s Horse was declared “extinct in the wild”, with a slowly growing captive population being its last hope of survival. By 1965, there were more than 130 animals spread amongst 32 zoos and parks. By 1998, established herds of the horses were and still are released at various preserves and natural areas within Eurasia. In 2008, the Przewalski's Horse was reclassified from “extinct in the wild” to “critically endangered”, and in 2011 the wild horse went from “critically endangered” to “endangered”, having narrowly escaped extinction thanks to conservation efforts!

The Grévy's Zebra (Equus grevyi) is the largest living wild equid (some breeds of Domestic Horse are bred to be much larger), standing 1.45–1.6 m (4.8–5.2 ft) high at the withers.

Mountain Zebras (Equus zebra) live on slopes and plateaus as high as 2,000 m (6,600 ft) above sea level, and are thus the most adapted to cold weather of the zebras.

The Plains Zebra (Equus quagga) (image 2) is the most widespread of the 3 zebra species, but they are still threatened by hunting for their meat and hide, as well as competition with livestock and encroachment by farming on much of their habitat.

Perissodactyls were far more diverse in the past, and extinct groups contain some of the largest land mammals known to have ever existed. In particular, Paraceratheriidae is an extinct family of long-limbed, hornless rhinocerotoids from the Oligocene, with the largest species known being Paraceratherium linxiaense, which has an estimated mass of 21.7 metric tons (24 tons), an estimated length of 8 meters (26 feet), and an estimated height at the shoulder of 5 meters (16.4 ft). With its long neck, it would have towered even higher than a 4.6 m (15.1 ft) tall bull European Straight-tusked Elephant (Palaeoloxodon antiquus).

The endangered Malayan Tapir (Tapirus indicus) (image 4) is the only tapir species that exists outside of the Americas. They feature in the folklore of Japan, and are often associated with the mythological Baku, a supernatural creature said to devour nightmares. This association has led to the creation of the Pokémon Drowzee, Munna, and Munna’s evolution Musharna.

The endangered Baird's Tapir (Tapirus bairdii) is the largest native land mammal in both Central and South America, and the South American Tapir (Tapirus terrestris) is the largest native land mammal in the Amazon.

The endangered Mountain Tapir (Tapirus pinchaque) is the only tapir species to live outside of tropical rainforests in the wild. They are also unique for their thick woolly coat, an adaptation to the cooler climate of the Andean Mountain range.

There are two subspecies of White Rhinoceros: the Southern White Rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum simum) and the Northern White Rhinoceros (Ceratotherium simum cottoni). The southern subspecies has a wild population of over 20,000, and is the most abundant rhino subspecies in the world, having been the only rhinos so far to have recovered from the brink of extinction. However, the northern subspecies is critically endangered, considered “functionally extinct”, as the only two remaining individuals are a mother-daughter pair, who are guarded day and night by armed keepers.

White Rhinoceroses are the largest living wild perissodactyls, with females weighing 1,600 kg (3,500 lb) and males 2,400 kg (5,300 lb) on average, though exceptional specimens can reportedly weigh up to 4,500 kg (9,900 lb). Their head-and-body length is 3.5–4.6 m (11–15 ft) and their shoulder height is 1.8–2 m (5.9–6.6 ft).

The critically endangered Black Rhinoceros (Diceros bicornis) (image 1 and gif) has a reputation for being aggressive, and they charge readily at perceived threats. Black Rhinos will also fight each other, and they have the highest rates of mortal combat recorded for any mammal: about 50% of males and 30% of females die from combat-related injuries.

The word "white" in the name "White Rhinoceros" is often said to be a misinterpretation of the Afrikaans word wyd (Dutch wijd) meaning wide, referring to its square upper lip, as opposed to the pointed or hooked lip of the Black Rhinoceros.

The vulnerable Indian Rhinoceros (Rhinoceros unicornis) is one of the motifs on the Pashupati seal and many terracotta figurines that were excavated at archaeological sites of the Indus Valley civilisation.

The critically endangered Javan Rhinoceros (Rhinoceros sondaicus) is the rarest of all rhinoceros, and among the rarest of all living animal species, with only one currently known wild population of approximately 74 animals, and no individuals successfully kept in captivity.

The critically endangered Sumatran Rhinoceros (Dicerorhinus sumatrensis) is the smallest species of rhinoceros, at just 112–145 cm (3.7-4.8 ft) high at the shoulder, with a head-and-body length of 2.36–3.18 m (7.9–10.5 ft). The weight is reported to range from 500–1,000 kg (1,100–2,200 lb), averaging 700–800 kg (1,540–1,760 lb).

Rhinoceroses are threatened by habitat loss, but illegal poaching for the international rhino horn trade is their main and most detrimental threat. Their horns, composed of keratin, are used to make ornately carved handles for ceremonial daggers called jambiyas in the Middle East, and are used in traditional Chinese medicine, where they are said by herbalists to be able to revive comatose patients, facilitate exorcisms and various methods of detoxification, and cure fevers. There is also a Chinese superstitious belief that the horns allow direct access to Heaven due to their unique location and hollow nature. A single horn can be sold for up to $300,000 on the black market. Rhinos are shot or trapped by poachers, after which the horn is hastily cut off and the rhinoceros is often left to bleed out and die. As rhino populations shrink and security on them tightens, poachers have gotten more desperate, leading to one shocking death in a zoo in France. Keepers at the Parc Zoologique de Thoiry arrived on March 5th, 2017, to find their beloved Southern White Rhinoceros, Vince, had been shot three times and had his horns sawed off with a chainsaw. Some reserves and even zoos now attempt to deter poaching by sawing off the horns of their rhinos (in a much more humane process than simply hacking it off at the skin) to make them less desirable to poachers.

[uispeccoll]

From the John Martin Rare Book Room

De nivis usu medico observationes variae by Thomas Bartholin, and printed in Hafniae [Copenhagen] by Matthias Godiche for Peter Haubold [bookseller], 1661.

Happy December, friends. With winter comes snow and frigid temps, of course. As you walk around, breathing in the crisp air and having your face go numb from the wind and snow, you may think to yourself, "Hmm, I wonder if anyone ever considered using snow as anesthesia?" The answer is a stone–cold "yes."

We're highlighting the work from the prodigious 17th–century Danish physician Thomas Bartholin (1616–1680). Beyond looking like Billy Joel in his heavy metal days (yes, that was a thing), Bartholin rocked a strong scientific mind and was a prolific writer. He corresponded with many of the greatest thinkers of his day, wrote over 20 books (including one on unicorns!), and conducted many experiments.

One area he dabbled in was refrigeration anesthesia (the application of cold to deaden sensation, known today as cryoanesthesia). The application of something cold has long been known to help reduce pain. Medieval physicians, such as Ibn Sina, were the first to write about it.

In De nivis usu medico observationes variae [Various observations on the medical use of snow], Bartholin picks up where those medieval writers left off, thoroughly examining all the medical applications of snow, including as a topical anesthetic.

Chapter XXII makes the first known mention of the use of mixtures of ice and snow for freezing to produce surgical anesthesia, crediting the Italian physician Marco Aurelio Severino for the technique. To avoid killing the tissues and causing gangrene, the ice–snow mixture was to be applied in narrow parallel lines to the area designated to be cut. After a quarter of an hour, feeling would be deadened and the part could be cut without pain.

Along with about 200 pages detailing all the medical properties of snow (who knew there were so many!), there is also a treatise on snow crystals by Bartholin's younger brother, Erasmus. This is the earliest publication on crystallography and preceded Boyle's Essay about the origine & virtues of gems (1672) by eleven years.

It should be noted that we do not suggest trying Bartholin's methods out for yourself this winter.

--Curator Damien Ihrig

[dangermousie]

People tend to underestimate Jing because he has no ambition and stays detached and they keep forgetting how very very sharp he is (I think in the paradigm of that world, he's a unicorn in terms of lack of ambition despite ability - the default is only those without talent would stay away from power games.)

But also I HOPE SOMEONE DRIVES A SPIKE THROUGH YOUR FUCKING FACE, CANG XUAN!!! I haven't hated him this much since the worms stuff in early s1.

His being the one who spread the rumors about XY being Chi Chen's daughter? YOU ARE A FUCKING SICK PSYCHO AND SPIKES SPIKES SPIKES THROUGH YOUR FUCKING FACE!!!

He is doing it so she wouldn't be able to go back to Haoling - that way he can invade Haoling in peace since "it's not your real family, right honey?" (and I wonder if he thinks maybe the King of Haoling will repudiate her and that would make her even more "sure conquer my country bro.") He's also trying to make it so she has no other refuge than Xiyan (yeah, she has Jing but (a) he's a step away from ordering a hit on him at the rate he's going and (b) Jing is from a wealthy merchant clan, it's no competition for a kingdom)

Cang Xuan is so spun up in blood = everything, he genuinely doesn't get that she will love the King of Haoling as much whether he's blood or not (and the King loves her the same), and A'Nian as a sister etc etc. A notion of found family is alien to him. It comes back to the fact that he loves Xiao Yao not because of how she treats him/her soul/her "you" (ie the reasons both Jing and XL love her) but because of who she is - his cousin. Jing tells XY repeatedly she is herself, not anyone's daughter. XL undoubtedly shares that view. But for Cang Xuan, the fact that she's there for him so steadily makes him love her more, but he wouldn't be able to love her that "more" or genuinely love her no matter how well she treated him if she was not his childhood cousin (look how he treated Wen Xiaoliu the physician.)

And yes yes yes so much of wanting to be her everything, her only thing, abusive control of cutting away all other routes.

He said this and I saw red:

FUCK!

YOU!

(Best case scenario, you did it to protect her from your own invasion of her country you decided on for no reason other than ambition.)

And then Jing begs him to look after her and CX says nothing and walks off and Jing's face...

PS The fact that it's made clear XY is smart enough to figure it out but she won't because she wouldn't believe CX would harm her.

SOMEONE STAB HIM!

[vonspe]

I recreate early modern plague remedies for fun and stumbled across this passage in a physician's autopsy report and thought of Scipio and whatever experiments he might perform in his work. I thought it was pretty funny.

"Of the horn of Unicorns: Many hold that if one soaked the horn in water and from that water made a circle on a table, and one then put in this circle a scorpion, a spider or toad, the beast would die and would not pass over the circle, and even that the toad would burst. I have experimented and found this to be false and untrue, for these animals will pass and repass out of the circuit of the circle and not die. Moreover, not content with putting a toad in a circuit of water in which a unicorn horn had been soaked, over which he passed and repassed, I put him to soak in the vessel where the horn of the unicorn had soaked for three days. At the end of which he was as gay as when I put him there. And if one does not want to believe me, let him try it as I did and know the truth against the lie."

This is SO funny, i love how this person 1. Took this (now to us - seemingly more enlightened moderns) completely ludacris experiment so seriously and 2. Refers to a toad as ”him”

Very Scipio coded, you are so right, but also thank you for sending me this! It genuinely tickled me 😆 I love the way the sheer exasparation comes through ye olde people’s notes sometimes, it’s so humanizing. We’ve really been like this for forever and i think that’s beautiful.

[pegraham]

M/M monsterromance now available at jms-books.com or on amazon.

Sir Willem Byrdsall was once the proud captain of the Queen’s Guard. Now he’s retired, struggling with an old injury that never healed right, and feeling every one of his forty-two years. Never married, his closest family is his sister and his ailing niece Alice. When physicians give up hope and predict that the next winter might be the little girl’s last, Will takes up one final quest -- to slay an elusive unicorn for its blood which is said to cure any illness.

His hunt takes an unexpected turn when a naked, terrified young man stumbles into his camp on a dark and stormy night, chased to the point of exhaustion by slavers. Will saves him and is forced to put his quest on hold when he realizes the young man is injured and stranded, lost in a strange land, and in desperate need of protection.

Percy is unlike any other person Will has ever met. His beauty is second to none, his sincerity is refreshing, and his kisses are the sweetest Will has tasted. But Percy isn’t what he seems, and Will’s quest for a cure becomes far more complicated once his heart is involved.

[cordidy]

I truly believe, with all my heart, that Caleb HATES Josephine. I know some players like to believe he cared for the family they built but I'm a petty, horrible woman who hold grudges.

TW : mention of experiments on kids, heavy trauma, dark and violent ideas, Caleb being all coocoo up there.

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While MC doesn't remember what the woman did to them, he does. In excruciating details. He was there all along. He heard everything. Saw everything. Felt everything. Now imagine that kid, broken both physically and mentally, finally managing to escape that Hell hole during a huuuuuge Catastrophe that saw the facility ("home") destroyed and countless staff people ("family") die, dragging his wounded self AND MC out of the ruins of the facility only to realize that, even if they are free, she rebooted. Again. Free but alone. The shelter is the first place he is not afraid. There they get food, clothes, names...no more 001 and 002. Now it's Caleb and Mc, no matter where or when The first and only incident happens when it was check up day. Various physician from the nearby medical camp were dispatched to check on the kids at the shelter. It was supposed to be a good day for all of them, but not for Caleb. He knows what "doctors" do and that's how they found out about his Evol. When he shattered a fucking wall while they took Mc in another room for a check up. The strangers don't say anything, they don't pry when he looses it, holding onto a very confused Mc like dear life itself, his Evol preventing anyone to come closer. The kid is an Evolver and, in the first days after the Catastrophe, no one has the time nor the will to deal with that kind of thing... So they just add a note in their files to always keep them kids together to avoid any incidents and keep a close eye on Caleb, just in case. It works. No more incident. From that day on, it's always Caleb and Mc, no matter where or when. For the first time they are safe and, somewhat happy. They learn to be kids. But life's been a bitch to him from the start and he is reminded of that the day she shows up, all smile and honneyed words. He doesn't know her name, never has but her face is ingraved in his mind. The "Doctor" Playing the role of a nice lady ready to give this "poor kid" a home. While MC is beaming with joy at the prospect of leaving the shelter to go live to that "nice lady's" home, he can taste the blood in his mouth from biting his cheek to not shred the woman into pieces right here and now. She wanted her Unicorn but 002 ? Yeah, no, pass on that. Especially knowing what she had put him through over the years... What if he remembers ? What if he wants revenge ? With no weapons, no drugs, no guards, what can she do ? Yeah, the kid is 10 but he also is a fucking time bomb that can litteraly manipulate black holes... From the start, Josephine never intended to take them both and it was made clear when she tried to work around the fact him and Mc is a pair. Caleb knew that so he did the only thing he could do back then : Pretend. "I woke up with Mc in what I think was our old home garden but mom and dad were not around" he lies to her face, acting all confused and upset when she asks him about before the Catastrophe. After all, if MC doesn't remember anything before the shelter she can't contredict him right ? And, after all, the shelter is so full of kids sharing the same story, traumatized orphan like them, who wouldn't believe him ? And so here he is, smiling inocently at the woman who was his torturer for years as she takes them both in. Pretending to not remember a thing.

And oh boy he is a good actor. Always helping around the house (to blend in and check the place). Always offering to run errand with MC and Jospehine to "carry the heavy bags cause he is stronger" (so the two women are NEVER alone). Always polite and smiling and being a dutyfull "grandson" when deep down he has to fight his intrusive thoughts. What if he just slit Josephine's throat in her sleep ? - Experiment 7 Or maybe he could lock her down the basement and wait for her to starve to death over the course of several weeks ? - Experiment 23 Or, (and he still has nightmares about that day and ends up slipping into MC's bed at night because he needs to see she is fine), he could crush Gran with his Evol ? see what happens when the old lady is submitted to gravity ? For science of course - Experiment 76 Clearly, the only thing keeping Josephine alive all these years is his knowledge that MC would be devastated if the Old hag were to pass and the fear they would get separated if thrown back into the system. So he bides his time. He pretends to be excited when he files his application to the DAA. He smiles when Josephine tells to Mc how glad she is Zayne is around again and that maybe they should invit him for diner. He plans in the dead of night when he can't sleep, won't sleep cause every night, in his nightmares, he goes back there. Bring 001's body back in her room and check how long it takes this time, good job 002.

The day he finally signs the papers to put her in that nursing home ? Far far away from him and his Pipsqueak ? ("Yes they are far but they have the best team Pips !") Imagine Christmas but a thousand times better. His dream is so close to come true ! He pictures it every night before falling asleep. He would help her move in on a day Pip's can't, just so it's just him and his Bogeyman. Except, he is not a scared, helpless little kid anymore. Before leaving, he would express his deep concerns to the staff about his "poor old Gran who worries him deeply" She started making up things a while ago but I don't want to worry my "sister", could it be early stages of dementia ? People are so easy to manipulate... And, best of all, he would go says his goodbyes to his beloved Gan. He would hold her tight, maybe a little bit too tight and watch her face go white as he would whisper in her ear, before leaving her in her own Hell hole.

"I remember everything"

[enquire]

Mercy Suture

Hello folks i'm back at it with the pony au again. This post will star Kanata Inori! I was initially going to do Kizuna first, but I've kinda been struggling with her design. So she'll come later.

Here's Mercy Suture! I'm pretty happy with how she turned out. I will say, I am not 100% on the name, definitely one of the ones I have had a harder time naming so far. But anyways.

Mercy Suture is a hybrid! Though she doesn't remember her late parents all that well, one of them was a hippogriff, while the other was a pony. She spent most of her life being raised by her adoptive father, a pony doctor, and grew up looking up to him a lot.

She was training under him, considering following him into the healthcare profession, when the hospital was suddenly swarmed by injured ponies. Mercy reassigned herself to the emergency room and began helping with urgent first aid.

It was while her careful talons were stitching up one particularly grievous wound for a badly hurt pegasi that it happened-a cutie mark appeared on Mercy's flank. She had already known what she wanted, or at least had been fairly certain, so it was really just one less confirmation. But still, she and her father celebrated heartily. Once things at the hospital calmed down, of course.

These days, Mercy is a well-respected surgeon. She uses her talents at her father's practice, and in various places she has traveled to across Equestria. She often travels very far to help with difficult surgeries. Because of how her life was saved by her father when all of the other available doctors turned away, she has a particular interest in anypony who has a case deemed 'too difficult' or 'too risky' to operate on.

Being a hippogriff hybrid allows her skills to surpass most earth pony physicians, and her talons are more steady than many of the unicorns in her field.

She also has a group of friends as well, whom she cares deeply for. Mercy can often end up lecturing her friends a little if they aren't taking care of themselves properly, and she always has her talons and a first aid kit ready if someone gets hurt. Whether its making sure everyone is hydrated, offering blankets, or bandaging cuts, she's always doing her best to keep everypony safe and well.

[eachuisge-cc]

Ctesias Unicorn Horn

A very quick swatch that I wanted to do pretty much immediately when I saw the horn, then forgot about until half an hour ago. Based on the "Indian ass" recounted by Greek physician Ctesias, who's generally accepted to have written the first description of something recognizable as a western unicorn, most likely actually an oryx of some kind. He described the horn in particular as having a white base, black middle, and red tip (as well as the creature having a white body, dark red head, and blue eyes).

I've also uploaded the unicorn itself to the gallery (ID TheEachUisge) for anyone who wants it. I named him Ziggy. because he ended up kinda resembling early David Bowie.

Download:

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[dearsimp]

"Thanks." Nellie tipped the driver and got down from the car. She stood in front of the apartment building, looking for her keys.

She entered the building and went up the stairs to her floor. Her head was banging from the tears she never got to shed and the weight of her new life. As she arrived at her house, she saw a blond man approaching her out of the corner of her eye.

Damn.

Nervous, she toyed with the keys, trying to get inside the apartment before any questions could be asked. She almost made it, but his hand grabbed the door before she could close it.

"Where's the owner of this apartment?" He asked. Nellie recognized him by her snap photos. Xavier. "I've always lived here." Nellie answered on a reflex. That was right. She was the owner. She lived there.

At least she did now.

Xavier didn't seem to like the answer, narrowing his eyes. Nellie made her best attempt to play dumb. "I'm sorry... I don't know who you're looking for."

Liar.

Nellie closed the door as soon as Xavier took his fingers off of it. She locked it almost on instinct, hearing the shuffle outside when he tried using his set of keys to open the lock.

Lock she had changed a week before her demise.

Nellie took a look around the apartment, trying to see if she'd recognize it from her memories. She technically should, but she didn't.

It felt illegal to peek into the rooms, to pick up the scattered plushies, to roam around the house searching for anything her predecessor would've left behind for her.

She eventually found it, a shoe box under the bed filled to the brim with notes and documents. Nellie put it on top of the bed, and tore away the sticky note taped on top.

"Lock the doors and windows, close the blinds, dim the lights."

Nellie did as the note said, sitting next to the lamp as she dug through the box, eventually finding a letter addressed to her. Carefully, she tore the envelope open.

"Little Hunter:

I'm sorry to leave you with so much to deal with and so little time to process. I've kept it as simple as I could to save you time.

First of all, your new life. You're a Deepspace Hunter in Linkon. You're part of UNICORNS (check the box under the fridge), and hunt Wanderers. All of your primary weapons are at the UNICORN HC, but I keep a spare set of guns in the second drawer of the bathroom. Check my notes and reports of missions to familiarize yourself with the weapons and practice on the bounty hunts.

Second of all, the boys. They're all going to remember me, so no matter what they do, don't reveal what happened to me. They're all going to notice, but the ones you should be most on the lookout for are Sylus (box behind the dresser) and Caleb (box under the bathroom drawer), as they're the most prone to action. You'll see Xavier (box under the guest bedroom's bed) almost daily, as he was my partner in many missions, though I made sure to switch you to work with Tara, and I worked as Rafayel's (box under the kitchen sink) bodyguard. Zayne (box under the oven) was my primary care physician, but I put you under the care of a different doctor, as your heart doesn't have Protocore fragments.

Three, your free time. Your number remains the same as mine, so expect calls and messages from them asking to play Kitty Cards or Claw Machine, but it's imperative you assure them you don't know who they're looking for.

Check out the Photobooth and Meow Cafe if you have the chance. You'll have a nice time!

I've made sure to change all the documents to be yours, and left you some money to pay rent and buy groceries while you settle down in this mess. I hope it's not too hard to fill the space I've left, and that you manage to enjoy your life as much as I enjoy mine.

Love, me."

Nellie let out a heavy sigh as she looked around the room, placing the box under the bed and rummaging through the closet. "I hope her clothes fit me..." She muttered, pulling out a big hoodie and a pair of old pants.

She put them on and snuggled next to the plushies, making mental notes to start her new life tomorrow.

And not die trying.

"... I like to think that the MC, at least mine, can plan like this and not tell anyone, or don't let the boys find out. I originally didn't plan to include Caleb, but his trailer just got out and I just couldn't leave him out of this."

"... Nellie is an OC who I love a lot, but I don't believe she'd be the MC of the game, why? I just don't think she is. The MC of the game is definitely different from Nellie, and I like to think of her as a mentor figure to Nellie, like Peter Parker and Miles Morales."

"...I really don't know how much OOC I'm going with the boys, but it's a story that's meant to explore what would happen if the MC wasn't around and whoever was there to fill her place didn't want to be there either. Yes, I like angst. Yes, I like chaos."

"...Dear_Simp."

[pandafishao3]

TEASER Medical

In honour of the the new Deadpool movie, please accept this teaser of a Spideypool fic for Kinktober 2024. This is for the kink "Medical", but there's gonna be a part 2 for this called "Sex Machine" so yaaay! And all of this will of course later be posted on my Ao3

The coffee was bitter but tasted delicious anyway. The fact that Peter now had the time to actually enjoy a full cup before plunging himself into today’s appointments told him he’d made the right choice switching from the ER to this specialized clinic. He had always wanted to work solely with omegas anyway; and now he could.

Peter drank the last of his coffee as he walked out to the reception to greet Darcy sitting by her desk clacking away with bright red nails. She was omega herself; the clinic made a point of hiring omegas where they could. They even had an omega physician; Dr Foster, who worked mostly with maternity issues. Peter, however, specialized in heat-related issues.

As was the case with his first appointment, which Darcy pointed out might be tricky because the patient had apparently filled out the medical form he’d been given in the waiting room with the crayons they had lying out for kids who came with their parents. Fascinated, Peter studied the colourful form, turning it sideways to look at the drawings in the margins. The questions were all properly filled out, quite obviously by an adult, but there were also bright red unicorns all over the paper.

“That’s your guy, doc” Darcy said and pointed into the waiting room. At first, Peter did a double take – that did not look like an omega at first glance. First of all, he was absolute huge. Easily standing a head taller than Peter, although it was hard to tell given the man was lying halfway upside down on a chair, and in all honesty Peter was a lot shorter than most alphas. Second of all, he had an unusual number of scars over his neck and face. With his bulking shape, he looked like he’d been in a warzone.

But what really gave him away as omega was his obviously playful nature. The crayons, the way he was balancing his weight on the share, the way he played with the strings of his hoodie, it all screamed omega. Peter couldn’t help but smile; he could tell just by looking at the patient that he would have a difficult time to focus. Most omegas that acted like that in public tended to interrupt Peter mid-sentence to go chase after the sun beams reflecting off passing cars.

Kind of like cats.

“Better get to work then” Peter winked at the receptionist, and took the medical form with him as he went out into the waiting room.

There were three omegas in there, so there was no way to know where exactly the nervous scent was coming from. Possibly all three of them. Peter looked out into the room with as neutrally kind look as possible; some omegas were frightened by alpha doctors.

“Mr Wilson?” he called out. The scarred man turned, looking at him upside down.

“That’d be me” he announced and rolled over to land on the floor from where he managed to get to his feet. “Although Mr Wilson is my dad and he’s a dick so…Wade” the omega said and stuck out his hand. As Peter suspected, he was towering over him. But he casually accepted Wade’s hand and smiled at him as he shook it, ever keeping his cool, calm exterior. The bad language made a young, pregnant lady throw Wade a glare, as if he’d upset her unborn pup. Peter took it in stride; he’d met enough cocky omegas to know that behind all that was nothing but insecurities and a need to curl up into a ball.

Peter was willing to bet his license on that Wade was one of those.

“Wade” he confirmed with a handshake. The skin of the omega’s hand was uneven and full of cavities, as if someone had dug into it with a very small spoon. Wade’s handshake was strong however. “I’m Dr Parker, and I’ll be seeing you today. If you’ll follow me?” Peter continued, and without further ado, he turned and walked into the corridor to the left of the reception.

Wade followed him into his office, which also doubled as an examination room. Most doctors preferred to separate the two, because the scent could get a bit strong if you had omegas slicking themselves in your gynaecologist chair every day, but Peter liked it like this. He wanted his patients to get used to the presence of the chair and the tools, so it wouldn’t feel as if he was leading them into a torture chamber once they were done with their initial talk.

“Here we go” Peter smiled at gestured at a comfy chair opposite of his desk. He held up his white coat a little and sat down himself; Wade on the other hand flopped down onto the chair as if he was completely carefree.

Deep under his scent, Peter detected the acidulous hint of nervousness.

“Right, Wade. You called us for a check-up regarding your heat, is that correct?” Peter said as he was flipping through the form, glancing up at the patient. The pink shade of Wade’s scarred skin turned a darker shade of pink, and he didn’t look at Peter when he nodded. After giving him a moment to respond (which he didn’t) the alpha continued. “I see here that your last check-up was around 6 years ago, which was about…a year after you had your first heat. Is there a reason you haven’t had a check-up since? These problems you’re having now, are they new?” he asked.  

Wade hesitated before answering. “…yes. They’re new” he insisted, but Peter had a feeling he wasn’t being entirely honest.

Peter nodded slowly. His eyes moved swiftly over the papers. He’d been 13 when he presented, 17 at his first heat, no previous STD’s, no previous pregnancies, no stable partner(s)…Peter halted.

Do you receive regular knottings? Never, nope, no knots

The answer written down on the dotted line made the doctor frown.

[elwin-at-your-service]

hi there :D

i've figured out your childhood.

(this was from my kotlc adults hc's post. got kind of offtrack and most of this is based off no canon at all)

HOW ACCURATE WAS I? :D

ELWINN

a-hem. elwin's parents fought a lot and didn't pay much attention to him :(

he had a cousin named amarelle sencen

she was a couple years older than him and they were so close :D

elwin spent most of his time at amarelle's house

when he was 15 and amarelle was 18, amarelle's parents had another child

elwin was happy, he had another cousin :D

the child was named cassius (>:D)

amarelle moved out after she completed elite levels (she was an empath~)

elwin's parents literally forgot he existed most of the time so he moved in with amarelle

cassius was 2 at this point and ANOTHER child was born (elwin had another cousin!)

the name..? ahah no.

elwin saw his aunt and uncle a lot, and cassius looked up to him.

elwin babysitted cassius and the mystery child a heap, until he went to elite levels

it was around then he began to take an interest in physician and doctory stuff (look at me using scientific words /jj)

amarelle supported him every step of the way

she gave him a stegosaurus stuffed animal

he named it stinky >:D

elwin was so grateful for that he began to grow a stuffed animal collection

but stinky was always his most favourite

elwin went and got qualifications after elite levels and stuff

but he still lived with amarelle

she owned a place called splendour plains

amarelle was working as a jeweller, she often made jewellry for elwin to wear

(also when keefe was temporarily living in splendour plains, amarelle still owned it but elwin knew that the two of them had never met so he claimed it was his own house. amarelle was on a trip with a close friend while keefe was there.)

amarelle didn't have the best relationship with cassius

but she showed up to the opening ceremonies thing for Foxfire when he became a Level one :D

elwin came as well

he cheered cassius on the whole time

elwin gave cassius a special stuffed animal after that (it may or may not still be in cassius possession~)

elwin began to get really busy and he didn't have much time to hang out with cassius and the mystery child

he managed to make it to the mystery child's first opening ceremony tho

he gave HER a stuffed animal as well >:3

it was a unicorn

she named it sparkles

bc she thought the name 'queen pink of all things pink' sounded kinda weird

mystery child loved pink :)

uhh this elwin part's gotten kind of long now-

elwin became foxfire's physician

mystery child always got fake-injured (or exaggerated her injuries) to come to the healing centre to see elwin

cassius would sometimes drop by during breaks with grady

elwin had recently gotten a blue elephant stuffed animal in a hawaiian shirt and he wanted to find the perfect person to give it to

it took years to find that person-

also aro/ace elwin :)

he doesn't wanna get involved with any romantic-y stuff

not for himself anyways

he gives the best romantic advice to cassius tho

and his other patients

especially one who got a really bad injury one time named kenric

he was pining over the mystery child

:)

Thanks so much for your thoughtfulness in creating all of this and sharing it with me!

My own take on my backstory does differ a little. You got a few points right though - I’m estranged from my parents, lived with an older cousin when I first left home, and I’m aro/ace! But I think you have mistaken my youthful looks for actual youthfulness - I am at least two centuries older than Cassius (and, to the best of my knowledge, not related…).

If this is your own headcannon, I do not dissuade it in the least! I still enjoyed reading every point of your creativity and feel honoured that you clearly spent such time considering my humble self 🥰

[maomaojinshi]

Jihei made a deal with the devil and had to reap the consequences. I had thought all the monkeys were mindless brutes. I guess there’s always an exception. Seems there’s more to this story than what Jihei confessed. The mom’s peddling the drugs too The tale Jihei (voiced by Setsuji Satoh, so brilliant in Dororo – another of the unicorns in this category) spins is certainly riveting. The well literally ran dry, leaving him unable to support his wife and daughter. The former left and the latter went out to work so Jihei could gamble and idle, until one day he got lucky and used his winnings to buy another well. This one turned out to be dry, too, but not empty. After pouring an offering of sake down the well to plead for the Gods to turn the taps back on, Jihei hears a voice (Nakao Ryuusei) thanking him for the drink. And a little bag of bones comes flying out of the well, along with instructions to take it to a physician.

If Jihei did indeed dose the sake so that his daughter would sleep through the slaughter at Sadou, that lends credence to the notion of her innocence. For the moment Wakamiya chooses to head to the well in question to try and draw out the monkey who seduced Jihei. And it works, more or less. The monkey says he’s been around since all Yatagarasu could do is caw. And that Yamauchi is doomed due to “inconvenient truths” the Yatgarasu have been ignoring (so, global warming?). Wakamiya loses his cool for once and jumps into the well to try and catch the silverback, but fails in the attempt and clearly as far as this well is concerned, the jig is up.

[xviruserrorx]

Merlin Tags

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Seasons:

#merlin s1 : 1x01 - 1x02 - 1x03 - 1x04 - 1x05 - 1x06 - 1x07 - 1x08 - 1x09 - 1x10 - 1x11 - 1x12 - 1x13

#merlin s2 : 2x01 - 2x02 - 2x03 - 2x04 - 2x05 - 2x06 - 2x07 - 2x08 - 2x09 - 2x10 - 2x11 - 2x12 - 2x13

#merlin s3 : 3x01 - 3x02 - 3x03 - 3x04 - 3x05 - 3x06 - 3x07 - 3x08 - 3x09 - 3x10 - 3x11 - 3x12 - 3x13

#merlin s4 : 4x01 - 4x02 - 4x03 - 4x04 - 4x05 - 4x06 - 4x07 - 4x08 - 4x09 - 4x10 - 4x11 - 4x12 - 4x13

#merlin s5 : 5x01 - 5x02 - 5x03 - 5x04 - 5x05 - 5x06 - 5x07 - 5x08 - 5x09 - 5x10 - 5x11 - 5x12 - 5x13

Characters:

Main: arthur pendragon | morgana pendragon | guinevere pendragon | merlin emrys | sir gwaine | sir elyan | sir lancelot | sir percival | sir leon | sir mordred | gaius the court physician | uther pendragon | agravain de bois

Side: mithian of nemeth | ygraine de bois | bbcm sefa | bbcm freya | bbcm morgause | bbcm nimueh | bbcm iseldir | king cenred | geoffrey of monmouth | alator of the catha |

One Off: bbcm daegal | bbcm kara | eoghan the map makers apprentice | bbcm gilli | edwin muirden | tyr seward | will of ealdor | elena of gawant | princess vivian | anhora keeper of the unicorns | tristan de bois | bbcm alvarr | bbcm enmyria | julius borden | bbcm aglain | lady catrina | aredian the witchfinder | knight valiant | king alined | the cailleach | bbcm tauren

Extra: knight!merlin | shade!lancelot | enchanted!arthur | enchanted!gwen |

Ships: (that I know of)

Arthur: #arlance | #arlyan | # armor | #arwen

Elyan:

Gwaine: #gwaincelot | #gwainevere

Gwen:

Leon:

Lancelot:

Merlin: #merthur | #mergwen | #mergana | #merwaine | #merlance | #merleon | #merwill | #merthian |

Mordred:

Morgana: #morgwen |

Percival: #perwaine | #perlyan |

| #geon | #morgal | #morra

Poly ships:

#merwaincelot | #mergwenthur | #mergwainthur | #merlyanthur |

Group Tags:

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pendragon siblings

smith siblings

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people of the old religion

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