#fairies without wings are just elves??

[rosedpetal]

Until Death Do Us Part

Summary: Harvey and you have been on a rocky road lately, but hopefully, you can still find each other.

Pairing: Harvey Specter x Reader

Word count: 932

Warnings: stablished relationship (reader and Harvey are married), mentions of body image struggles, hints at +18 themes.

Masterlist

"No. Absolutely not." Your husband frowned when you came out from the closet wearing your 'costume'.

A huff of annoyance leaves your lips.

"What the fuck is wrong now? Did I gain weight and suddenly you can't get up or something?" Venom drips from your sarcastic remark and Harvey rubs his temples.

"Why are you like this? Jesus Christ, Y/N, it's not about some shit like that, stop trying to make me a bad guy at every given chance!" He snaps. "It's just your stupid wings, okay? You look like you came straight from a Barbie movie, when you said you'd like to roleplay being a fairy, I thought you'd use one of those Lord of the Rings-"

"Those are elves. Not fairies. They don't have wings!" You seethe, taking your plastic wings off and accidentally pressing the light button on them, turning the pink leds on, and Harvey's eyebrows shot up in surprise.

"I'm sorry if my knowledge in a fictional world lore is lacking, it's because I actually have a real job."

That was cruel and uncalled for and he knew it. Harvey had a bad habit of saying the most callous things without even thinking. It didn't help that he hated the idea of roleplaying from the very beginning.

"How could I forget, it's the only thing you care about!" You raise your voice, and it breaks in the end. "Tonight was supposed to be fun!"

Harvey immediately regrets the jab he made at your wings. Well, it's not that he couldn't get himself to be motivated by you while you were wearing them... It's just that it was fucking weird because he was a grown man and he was pretty sure his kid niece wore the same pink fairy wings every Halloween.

And he could explain that to you, but you just had to make a self deprecating comment about your body and imply that he wasn't man enough to look past his partner putting on some weight.

Which was another ridiculous thing, because, seriously? He couldn't care less if you were a size 2 or 20. It didn't matter. He married you because he loved you, inside and out, and you weren't an airhead that couldn't carry on a conversation with him. He respected you. He was interested in what you had to say (most of the time, at least).

But for months now, you two have been fighting nonstop, and more than often saying some hurtful shit to each other and no longer searching for the comfort of each other's arms in the middle of the night.

He wondered if your sudden self consciousness regarding your body was because you've been stress-eating ever since the chasm between you two was created.

Harvey was selfish, harsh, arrogant and snappy, but he wasn't insensitive to how women sometimes had insecurities that ate them alive.

He sighed, following you in the closet, his chest tightening at the sigh of your angry tears while you put on sweatpants and a top (the sleepwear you wore on nights you made sure no intimacy was gonna happen).

He even agreed on going to therapy with you, which he thought was an admission of defeat, that you two weren't mature enough to solve your problems on your own.

"Honey." He called, his voice soft with regret.

He hates the 'homework' your therapist gives you every week. A dinner date, a little getaway, a road trip, sitting down and talking for an hour. He feels like his own relationship is being scripted and that you can't find common ground anymore.

"What?" You wipe your tears, unable to look at him in the eyes.

"We don't roleplay." He said in a teasing tone. "Why would I want you to pretend to be someone else when you already exist?"

He gently holds your face in both hands, wiping the remaining tears with his thumbs.

"I'm an idiot. I promise my reaction has nothing to do with whatever's been making you feel vulnerable right now. Seriously. The wings just reminded me of halloween, and halloween reminded me of children going trick-or-treating and you don't want your husband to be thinking of children in the bedroom, do you?"

You grimaced. "God, no."

"Glad we're on the same page, babe." He gently pressed his forehead against yours. "Dance with me."

"There's no music." You sniffled.

"We have a nice record player in the living room. Come on, baby."

Gently, he guided you out from the room, his fingers intertwined in yours as he put on some sappy jazz music. He sways barefoot with you on his arms, your head on his chest, and it takes you back to simpler times.

"I'm sorry. For everything." He's the first to speak, and you appreciate the sentiment, because you know how hard it is for him to apologize, specially when he's the first one to bend the knee to make peace.

"We'll get through this." You mumble, and he kisses the top of your head, and suddenly the golden ring on your finger feels lighter.

"I love you more than anything in the world, darling. Please, don't doubt that. I need you to remember that every single day, specially when I'm at my worst."

"I love you too, Harvey."

He knows there's a long way to go, but the little progress you made tonight makes his heart feel more at ease, as long as you're both on the same side, because he knew with every fiber of his being that he meant it when he said 'until death do us part'.

[dungeon-meshi-tournament]

Now that the two Favourite Character tournaments have wrapped up, I'm taking another break. After that, I will be back with the Favourite Panel from the Manga Tournament. This will be a submission-based tournament, meaning that it'll be between panels you folks have submitted. The rules for submissions are as follows:

A submission has to be one (1) manga panel

Any panel from the main manga or any of the side materials can be submitted, but it has to be a manga / comic panel.

A submission has to include either a picture or a detailed description of where the panel can be found (chapter x, page y, panel z, that sort of thing).

I'd prefer if you send submissions as asks, so I have all of them in one place.

Submissions close on April 11th, 4 pm Central European Time.

Until then, anyone can submit as many panels as they like.

I'm looking forward to your submissions ^_^

List of submitted candidates below the cut

"Want to blow it up?"

Laios talking fondly about milking

Angry Thistle kicking

Falin, Thistle, Kabru, and Mithrun falling

"I procured one for you"

Winged Lion eating Thistle

"I just wanted to be friends with you!"

Laios' favourite food

Chimera Falin reveal

Kabru explaining Laios to Mithrun

Laios surprised

Kabru shocked

Chilchuck asking Laios to turn back

Marcille controlling Chilchuck's corpse

Chilchuck ableism moment

Falin's smile (with fangs)

Rabbit corpse dance

Winged Lion's face split into two

Thistle appearing behind Yaad

Thistle tripping over Kensuke

Thistle sitting on Falin's belly

Thistle playing the lute

Chimera Falin attacking with her claw

Mithrun talking about dungeon lord insanity

Thistle getting knocked about

Devil Thistle

Marcille surrounded by meat

Falin drooling at cake

Falin eating alone

Thistle hogging all the berries

Falin hugging Senshi

Marcille washing Izutsumi

Everyone reacting to Chimera Laios

Namari hugging Marcille

Winged Lion promising to wait for Laios

Flamela and her fairy

Laios not fighting back against Chilchuck

The Demon ripping through dimensions

Kabru the Lubricant User

Kabru saying the Barometz isn't a monster

The Touden party's thoughts

Falin's compliment about Laios

Stolen vegetable and chicken stew with plundered bread

Senshi giving thumbs up

Laios talking about Falin's toughness

Senshi smiling

Laios asking if he's not depraved enough

Falin eating the Chimera

"Don't worry, we'll manage somehow"

Lycion asking Izutsumi about her transformation

Marcille calling Falin delicious

Falin and Warg skeletons

Touching Senshi's pectorals

Laios looking at Elf Senshi

Winged Lion lounging

Falin whacking a Cockatrice

Marcille ready to cast the resurrection spell

Falin discovering her feathers

Marcille, the picture of good health

Izutsumi sleeping on top of Senshi

Multiple Laioses eating the Chimera

Demon Laios putting his head back on

Chimera Laios reveal

"I was a leftover from that meal"

Mithrun crying with happiness

Mithrun attacking Kabru

Kabru looking at his shapeshifter copy

Everyone accosting Laios

Having eaten too much Falin meat

Toshiro congratulating Laios

Laios slapping Toshiro

Laios remembering Toshiro fondly

"Don't die"

Laios making sparkly eyes

The bell

Hall of broken mirrors

Marcille surrounded by everyone's dead bodies

Kabru and Mithrun marching off

Ex-dungeon lord support group

Short-lived species complex

Those spirits killed both Gnomes and Elves equally

Playing with the repel water spell

Izutsumi is a genius

The Touden party catching Falin

Kabru's nightmare (Laios)

"No way. You gotta refuse"

Izutsumi warning Laios and insulting Marcille

Succubi sucking Chilchuck dry

Chilchuck holding Marcille back

Senshi in his underwear on the cover

Various spells

Falin happy about her feathers

Winged Lion protecting Marcille

Giant Winged Lion

King Laios

Thistle without desires

Falin wanting Marcille and Laios to live

Winged Lion behind dungeon lord Marcille

Kabru blue eyes moment

Laios blue eyes moment

Falin blue eyes moment

How are they going to cook her?

"Only your head's out, though"

Falin feeding her inner dragon

King Laios playing with children in a field

Mayjack's introduction

Fullertom's introduction

Packpatty's introduction

Chimera Falin eating Dungeon rabbit curry

Marcille and the corpses killing Dungeon rabbits

Honour student Marcille

Marcille by Falin's bedside

"You run faster than everyone else"

"That's against the rules -"

Papa and Pipi

Laios stretching his face

Marcille explaining her dream

"I run faster than everyone else"

Chilblivious

Enthusiastic Marcille

Laios and the Dullahan

The Dullahan hitting a doorframe

Doll Yaad talking to Izutsumi

Laios eating the Winged Lion's desire

Goat Demon eating Mithrun's desire

The Canaries confronting the adventurers

Mithrun eating Barometz

Marcille is the butt of Chilchuck's jokes

Chilchuck promising to tell his family about his adventure

Kabru and the Canaries around Mithrun

Orc sweat

We just fed her an emoji

Chimera Laios sparkling

Thistle yelling at the dragons

Creeping at the dragons

The Touden party hugging Senshi

Chimera Falin with her arms and wings out

Marcille laughing

"Are you an idiot?"

Marcille has seen some shit

Senshi saying that's not normal

Namari and Toshiro running

Kabru and Mithrun after the slap

Toshiro hugging Laios

Laios and Marcille drinking together

Laios wants to see Marcille smiling

The Touden party hugging Marcille

Falin offering to hug Toshiro

Marcille and Dryad fruits

The Golden Kingdom

Marcille and her Succubus

Falin smiling

Laios comparing Half-elves to mules

Thistle summoning the dragons

Namari insulting Laios' mushroom costume

Laios remembering dungeon lord Marcille

An act of generosity from the Elven nation's queen

Inutade with a meat and rice bowl

"Hurry up and spit it out!"

King Laios' experiments with eating monsters

Delgal and Thistle

Marcille and Chimera Laios

Winged Lion giving Marcille her dungeon lord outfit

Laios attacking the Shapeshifter

Senshi teaching Chilchuck about the birds and the bees

Falin and Marcille exchanging mana

The Demon breaking free

Goat Demon visiting Mithrun

Laios eating the Winged Lion

The Coatl breaking free

Laios' reaction to Marcille's familiars

Kabru reacting to the dark arts

"Everything!?"

Chilchuck freaking out

Kabru smiling

Chimera Falin looking at the viewer

"There's absolutely no chance I'm eating that!"

Kabru wanting to kill Laios

Excited Kabru

Laios hugging Falin

Laios and Marcille hugging Falin

Freedom, cabbages, Izutsumi

Kabru trying to get out of eating Chimera meat

The Golden Kingdom rising from the waves

Laios' dream

Kabru's nightmare

Mithrun's backstory

Kabru reacting to Mithrun's backstory

Mithrun waking up

The Touden party carrying the plate of Dungeon rabbit curry

Winged Lion breaking out of the book

Everyone wants to punch Laios

Izutsumi doesn't like her drink

Three rules for a strong body

Winged Lion reaching out

Chilchuck insulting Laios in Half-foot

Kabru handing Mithrun a piece of Walking mushroom

Hien's self-confidence

Izutsumi tied up

Inutade admiring Izutsumi

Laios calling Kabru the son of an Incubus

Kabru thinking about hurting Laios

Lycion trip-sitting Fleki

Lycion talking about his new body

Yaad hugging Thistle 1

Yaad hugging Thistle 2

Chilchuck being offered some Mimic meat

Chilchuck with his neck-thing ripped

Chilchuck hitting a secret button

Chilchuck asking if Marcille wants to meet his family

Chilchuck's Shapeshifter clones

Lore explanation behind Slimes and Walking mushrooms

Thistle talking to Falin as if she were the Red dragon

Freinag hugging Thistle

Thistle accepting Laios as a resident of the Golden Kingdom

Milsiril calling forth her plushies

The Touden party angry at Laios for not washing Kensuke

"Do not use people as pickling weights"

Everyone's reaction to Laios' ultimate monster design

Laios theorising about Chimera Falin's digestive system

Monster Marcille has bitten the rest of the Touden party

Senshi talking about the dungeon's cycle

Old people yelling at each other

Tallman Chilchuck chucking Half-foot Marcille

Marcille creating the Skyfish

Dungeon lord Marcille wants a hug

Coatl eating the giant Familiar bird

Laios covered in goo

Smug Fleki

Fleki summoning her Familiar

Wistful Fleki

Fleki tasting the bavarois

Fleki after tasting the bavarois

Side character who doesn't mind eating human or monster meat

Different dumplings

Laios gained weight

"Beast-man wannabe"

Winged Lion eating Thistle's desires

Laios and Fairy

Laios in Marcille's nightmare

Leed threatening someone

Izutsumi reveal

The circle of life

Hopeful Thistle

The Touden party surrounded by Ghosts

Toshiro, Maizuru, and Flamela tied up

Leed about to administer medicine to Marcille

[santae-salt]

petty complaint

the worldbuilding for santae makes no sense and is just lazy. i think some of this must be a holdover from so much of the groundwork on the site being AI-based.

for instance, why are some of the NPCs anthro (random) animals? why are some fairies? why are some normal "just a random guy" humans?

on neopets or subeta (which CJ is obviously trying to imitate), they had NPCs of similar different types but it made sense within the world.

in neopets canon, some neopet NPCs are anthro and some are quad. they have a population of faeries who live in a specific place and have generally cohesive designs. humans don't exist (exception for Staff that are represented but its treated more 4th wall breaking than true canon) and an NPC is either some form of neopet species, already established neopets creature/character, or a faerie

the santae fairy NPCs are just oh i guess this person is also a fairy for some reason? where do they come from? do they belong to the same population of fairies? do people in this world just sometimes have wings? wait they also have elf ears. and there are "elf" NPCs without wings. are these people from the same species?? do some have wings and some don't?? does this world coincidentally have elves AND fairies that have the same type of ears?? do some humans just happen to have elf ears??

subeta has more what i would call "just a random guy" NPC designs, but at least a majority of them have some amount of connection to their world.

the anthro NPC designs of santae bother me the most, though. like who are these furries and why are they in this world. they're not even anthro versions of existing site pets or creatures... i know the AI NPC art is being remade, but i don't think it can completely get rid of the "this NPC is an ambiguous wolf furry because that's what the AI pumped out originally" considering that the remakes still keep a lot of the original design.

anyway i think that despite the art being remade, santae is still tainted by AI usage and i'm not sure that they'll ever get rid of it. not at any fault of the artists who came after either. the second that CJ decided to not 100% scrap all NPC designs made with AI, it was over (really it was over when he decided to use AI over actually putting creative effort into "his baby")

i know none of this matters i just think about it sometimes

☁️

[luna-kipp-themothauthor]

My editor and I spend sooooo much time working on encorporating consequential feasibility into the worldbuilding of the novel, because both of us have such a strong biological science background that it feels too flat when the answer to anything is just "magic" without supporting lore or research, or characters having monster-like fantasy features without it being truly part of their existsnce. So, we want to showcase strengths and limitations routed in real biology to create a more unique worldbuilding and magic system.

This has led to so many really cool aspects of the characters and worldbuilding that I am creating, so I wanted to share some snippets of this with you guys:

The moth-type fae species:

Moths don't have bones, but humans do. So to create a humanoid moth fae species, I drew a fuck-ton of anatomy sketches and really thought through the movement and practicality. To be humanoid with wings, four arms, and actually able to fly, it would require some unique evolutionary adaptations that should be part of the characters.

Hollow and light bones similar to birds

Expansion of muscle groups on the shoulders and back, which would also mean muscle groups that would wrap forward around the ribs and down the spine, resulting in a more broad upper body than lower body.

Significantly more tendon attachments and small muscle groups to allow quick movement, including on the wing arches that would make them thicker than an average moths.

Wingspan of at least twice the height of the character in question

They couldn't be super hairy, because that would create too much drag. Fairies and elves are often depicted as hairless on their bodies, but since the moth aspect of them is important to keep the theme for, the fur would be heavy on the neck and shoulders and down the back between the wings to cushion the wing-beat friction against the skin, and on other parts of the body it would be more decorative and varied (like dense fuzzy diamond shaped patches on the chest, happy trail, top of feet, and back of hands) and since the fur on moths isn't sexually dimorphic, both sexes would have the same fuzzy features.

Even with all biological adaptations, this would not result in successful flying without the use of magic, so the species in question would have to utilize a form of air magic to support flight, or it would be extremely strenuous to do.

Now, let's look at that under a lens of limitations and differences in the world that a character of this species would encounter:

The wings are fucking HUGE. It would mean they would have to be very careful to avoid breaking things. Things in their homes and environment would have to be significantly bigger to support comfortable movement. No clutter, very large beds, furniture made larger and with no sharp corners, chairs that would need armrest cutouts or low backs, objects that would need to be weighted heavily to avoid getting knocked over.

Clothing would have to be backless, resulting in design choices being different to allow functionality while keeping high fashion. corsets would have to be lower-waist only, pants would sit lower on the waistline below the bottom of the wing attachments, since there are back cutouts or backless tops the front of the outfit would often feature high collars to offset the overall look and hold the clothing in place properly during movement and dancing.

Due to the large wings, it would be customary to fold in their wings when in crowded places to avoid being rude and hiting others.

The wings and body fur would face weaknesses like being difficult to move when soaked with water, and would be highly susceptible to fire as a weakness.

Not being able to use fire without risking getting burned badly from any accidents would mean the society would have to utilize other methods of cooking without open flame, or their entire diet would change.

Light bones and bodies mean more fragile bodies, and lighter weapons would be necessary for quick movements and to support a different fighting style.

Utilization of air magic would be critical to normal function. Not having magic would mean unable to move effectively when wings become a massive heavy disadvantage if you can't use them. It wouldn't just be a "hehe wow wind powers to fight with!" type of thing, it would be so ingrained in their lives for daily function.

Moths can't regrow their wings, so a loss of wings would be permanent. They would have to be thicker and highly vascularized to avoid constant damage, but even small injuries to wings would bleed A LOT.

[solarspike]

quick elf doodles, lore under cut

elves are descended from the fairies that came to Velloriand after the great and terrible Hellwars, where the mortals of the planet attempted to oust their oppressive gods and establish Velloriand as their own. They failed, and the population of the planet was decimated - minor deities including fairies, angels, and devils, needed to step in to repopulate. in the four thousand years since this happened, the descendants of the fairies have absorbed their environments and differentiated into the elves we have today. elves live until they are killed, and reach physical and mental maturity around the age of thirty. they are still considered "young" by other elves until their second century

twilight:

found in the 'twilight', the layer of the world beneath the surface, cavern elves have grown to be extremely specialised to their dark, fungal environments. they can see well without light, but they rely predominantly on their senses of hearing and smell to get around. like all elves, they have two rows of sharp teeth, which fall out and are replaced as needed. culturally, twilight elves are fascinated by the dark and macabre, and many venerate the mushroom god Torber for their tenets of personal freedom, self-actualisation, and community. a lot of them also love piercings, tattoos, and (by surface standards) "unusual" hairstyles, making competitions between themselves to see who can pack the most metal and ink into their stone-coloured skin. other cavern elves, particularly the ones residing in Mantle City (the capital of the Twilight), prefer the ways of Orthoclase, the god of Death. these elves, comparatively, are much more culturally repressed, believing that you must play the hand you are dealt, and know your place in society without attempting to break free. (sylvia grew up in this religion, and it is partially why She Is The Way She Is)

green:

green elves, although not typically green, get their name from their woodland environments. they tend to stay in their communities from their birth until their death, and can go centuries without leaving their thousand-mile forests. they are fiercely territorial, and will stop at nothing to protect their homes, frequently killing and eating idiots that unknowingly wander into their woods. they have a special connection with their woodland homes, and often form symbiotic bonds with the plantlife that surrounds them, becoming one with the trees themselves. not always religious, but certain clans are devoted followers of the Evergreen, the life of the world. secrets that will never fall on outsiders' ears have been passed down through clans for generations, and they use this power to protect their forest and the things living in it, as well as simple things like taming beasts, predicting the weather, travelling quickly, and entering Quinacridones

snow:

these elves are the most human-looking of the bunch, with shorter ears to protect them from the cold and stouter proportions to help them stay strong and sturdy in whipping winds. these elves are almost never born with wings, but ones that are grow up to become prophets, scholars, and mages, if they survive to adulthood at all. snow elves make up almost the entire kingdom of Tagabinsk, with the elf queen Eira ruling with a fairer hand than most. their icy home is punishing enough, and snow elves tend to have a strong sense of community and a strong will to help those in need. they are excellent fishers, sailors, tailors, tinkers, builders, and engineers, but their favourite pastime is gathering round the fire and telling old tales.

chromatic:

the rarest and most violent variety of elves, found exclusively in the kingdom of Chroma, high in the clouds. A vast majority of these elves are born with wings, but the ones that aren't are thrown from the clouds if they don't prove themselves useful by adulthood. sometimes they'll just get thrown off anyway. chromatic elves are tall, skeletally slender, and many-toothed, having mouths full to bursting of identical white teeth. their kingdom is beautiful, spilling with rainbows and lightning, but no outsiders are permitted to enter without good reason. thankfully, these elves keep to themselves for the most part, deeming themselves above everyone else and thus too good to touch the sullied earth below. occasionally, you will find chromatic elves on the surface, and you don't want to be left alone with them. having lived in isolation for so long, they have convinced themselves to be superior, and barely view anything else as living beings, let alone people. visually, they have skin, hair, and eyes that come in all colours under the sun, and their wings best resemble those of a dragonfly, giving them superior mobility in the air. they subsist off water and sunlight, and blood if they can get their hands on it

[97ways]

This is my first sunday snippet ever and I'm super exited, so I give you something unpublished I plan for midsummer. It's a little 2 chapter funny/hot Midsummer Night's Dream Wilmon and here is the snippet:

“Fairy, hugh?”

Wille nodded. “You can call me Wilhelm. Or Wille if you please.”

“Simon”, the boy mumbled without looking at him, and Wille couldn’t stop a tiny little smile pulling up the corner of his mouth at the soft sound of the foreign name.

They sat in silence and their names kept dancing in the air, chasing each other like the midges above the water. And when after a while the quiet started to thicken, hovering on the brink of getting uncomfortable, the boy Simon pulled out a little hand-carved wooden flute from under his shirt and started to play a lively, melodious tune. It was cute, beautiful and lighthearted, very different from the palace music Wille was used to – the solemn, pretentious orchestra pieces he was forced to endure for hours on end at boring balls with tiring dances and even more tiring people. Actually, Wille was fond of dancing. But not like this, not in an itchy collar and stiff coat, watching his steps to not trip on some lady’s train and make a fool of himself. Funny enough, he would have liked very much to dance to THIS piece, grab the boy by his side and twirl him around until they both would lose their breaths and collapse to the warm ground, laughing. From the corner of his eye, Wille shot the creature by his side a glance. He was different, that boy. Different from all he knew.

“What are YOU, actually?”, he finally asked, sending Simon a questioning look.

The other held up the flute, knit his brow and gazed at him with an irritated look.

“I am a pan.”

“A pan”, Wille frowned, trying to remember the few things he had heard about this particular tribe.

Contritely he realized, it wasn’t much. But now it made sense that his music had evoked those unusual feelings in him. The melodies of the pan-folk had a reputation for conjuring up images and sensations. It was magical, they said, could make you feel or act weird and even put you into a trance. Wille was intrigued. His eyes studied the boy next to him, followed the shape of his horns that curled just like his hair and the shell of his ear and trailed down his body that looked very much like his own – plus some healthy tan, minus the wings – until they came to linger on the boy’s bare ankles, where his slacks had ridden up in his sitting position.

“Shouldn’t a pan have goat legs or something?”

Simon returned him a scornful look.

“Oh my God, you elven-folk are really the most ignorant people ever!”

Wille shrugged innocently. The boy wore a literal pair of horns on his head. Why was it weird to think he might have hoofs as well?

“That’s how they draw you in the children’s books.”

“Yeah”, the pan grunted and rolled his eyes. “Elven books. The only beautiful creatures in elven books are ELVES. Ever noticed?”

The prince sucked in a chestful of air to tell him AGAIN, that he was – in fact – not an elf. But at his hostile words, Wille’s back slumped. Because actually, he had not. And when he recollected the most popular storybooks of his childhood-days in his mind, he found the pan might have a point. So he let the air whiz out of his lungs again without having served a greater purpose. Instead, he gave him a cheeky glance.

“But horns, yeah?”

The boy next to him drew a bashful little pout. Then he cocked his head slightly to the side and stroked along the curve of one in a playful gesture.

“I think they’re beautiful”, the pan stated, voice tinted with a bit of an attitude, and a small giggle escaped Wille at the sight of his upturned nose.

“They are.”

They were the cutest things ever. And suddenly, an unexpected urge sprang up in Wille’s chest to reach out and touch them, to learn how the smooth, ebony surface with the little patterns on it would feel under his hand, whether it would be warm to the touch like a branch or cool like a pebble. If Wille let his fingers trail along the curve – would he feel it? Would it tingle? Would he like it? Wilhelm’s mumbled words must have come out a little too sappy, for all of a sudden, an adorable little blush bloomed on Simon’s cheeks and replaced the former annoyed expression. And damn, that boy was beautiful! To make it all worse, a broad smile split the pan’s lips, and a sassy sparkle gleamed in his eyes.

“And you, WILLE? Shouldn’t you hop around pooping fairy dust or something?”, he teased under a raised eyebrow.

Wilhelm grunted and rolled his eyes. Of course. Fucking fairy dust. With an emphatic lack of enthusiasm, the prince threw his hand up in the air, and a small amount of glittery sparkles emerged from it. They didn’t go very far though and ungracefully flopped to the ground like a handful of wet sand. The pan looked at the few forlorn sparkles that scattered across the grass with a blank face.

“Impressive!”, he huffed dryly.

Wille sighed. “I’m not in the mood.”

Truth was, he was never in the mood for fairy dust. Because fairy dust was supposed to come with joy. And joy was rarely on his plate.

Simon curled his lip. “Oh. So you mean that wasn’t your best performance?”

A side-eye hit him that was good to cut him in half.

“Fuck you, pan”, the blond boy grouched, but couldn’t hold in a smirk.

The pan in question returned him a once-over, crowned with a saucy grin.

“You wish, elf. You wish!”

[felixcloud6288]

Dungeon Meshi Adventurer's Bible Characters Part 5

The Canaries

Mithrun

His birthday is May 12.

Elf nobles have similar naming patterns to dwarfs where their full name is <First Name> of the House of <Family Name> while dwarfs used <First Name> of <Clan Name>. Non-noble elves use <First Name> <Last Name> or may not have a last name at all.

His right eye is a fake. I wonder if the reason he looks the way he does is because he has no desire to pretend he has a working right eye.

Mithrun's poor sense of direction stops being a thing after two or three jokes. I mentioned that it's probably less that he's bad at navigating and more that he got so used to how dungeons work that he forgot the concept of Euclidean space. What holds him back isn't his sense of direction, it's that his elf body won't let his strength stat get any higher.

Cool bit of info about the origin about the term Canaries. It's a name given to mock them. It comes from the "Canary in a coal mine" term. Canaries were more likely to die from poison gas before the miners would so the canary dying was the sign that they needed to leave. Since the Canaries are heavily staffed by prisoners, most people who would mock them probably assume most members are seen as expendable and that they're sent out to die to determine how dangerous a dungeon has become.

The ship's prow is supposed to be a skylark "which signifies that spring has come." In other words, the higher-ups in the Canaries think themselves saviours come to rescue people from the threat of the dungeons.

Utaya came up again. It's such an important event in the story but we never see what actually happens. We just have first-hand accounts and reactions to it. I want to have something showing Utaya, whether it be a short series, a movie, or an OVA.

Info on the communication fairies says they're artificial beings. It says they sometimes "break down (?)..." if they get targeted by monsters. The book didn't want to say they can be killed or die or anything that implies they're alive. They're definitely alive, but not necessarily sentient. The fairies have their own personalities that are probably based on their owners. Pattadol's fairy notably reflects a lot of her id personality and will express her emotions when she has to keep a veneer of professionalism. It also does not like when she turns it into a staff.

Mithrun was a dungeon lord for only five years. The Adventurer's Bible says "The dungeon was conquered" rather than saying his desires were eaten. So maybe the goat demon decided to eat Mithrun and bail before Milsiril's squad could reach and kill him.

The lion probably opted to eat Thistle when it did because Mithrun's squad was closing in on him as well. Mithrun nearly killed Thistle in their first encounter. Then a few days later, the lion gives a prussy that Laios would free it and defeat Thistle.

Utaya was in 499, so Mithrun spent 20 years trying to recover before he rejoined the Canaries.

Mithrun's relation to everyone is entirely transactional. He doesn't care about them beyond what function they provide. His former self was a jerk who laughed about Milsiril's personality. No surprise Cithis wants to kill Pattadol. In the Complete edition, the Winged Lion also has a comment on him.

Mithrun's mantras are "I was once the Lord of a Dungeon", "In his last moments, I hear the king wished for your death", and "I think we should kill him before that happens." I would sum up his mantras as "Do whatever it takes, and don't forget what you've done."

Mithrun's first death was a section that changed between versions. Prior to getting killed by Marcille, he had never died before.

Kabru decided he was going to skip over Mithrun's more negative traits for the sake of brevity and possibly to make what happened to Mithrun seem more tragic. Without knowing what Mithrun was like before he was a dungeon lord, his backstory kind of paints him as this great, upstanding, dutiful person who fell to a moment's temptation and is now this broken thing.

Mithrun wasn't having it. And his past self was so annoyed that his current self won't let Kabru stroke his ego.

If anything, I think Mithrun wants to be painted as a horrible, self-centered scumbag who got what he deserved.

Mithrun brought some of his companions with him when he became a dungeon lord. I recognized three of them were Coyote, Sita, and Nils from the beginning of chapter 62. Mithrun thought Fungil was a narcissist, Coyote was a moron, Opa was stupid, and Yugin was sketchy.

Kinda wondering why his companions stuck with him after he became a dungeon lord. Obviously, the prisoners have no reason to want to stay with the Canaries if they can escape somehow. Sita appears to have been a guard though so what was her reason?

I think the demon may have cut Mithrun's ears in a sort of mockery of how the prisoners have their ears clipped. He wished to live a life where he was no longer a Canary, and the demon left him with a desire that could only be fulfilled by staying with them. But it disfigured him so that he is no longer a noble, but a criminal.

He's very subdued, but Mithrun does have a lot of personality. He told Kabru everything about his relation to his brother because he wanted to set up a joke about how despite the comparisons, Mithrun was the actual illegitimate child. And he was so upset that Kabru insisted on removing that part.

Kabru's reasons for removing Mithrun's worse characteristics from his backstory may have accidentally helped Mithrun out a bit. Kabru said the world doesn't need to know personal things like what Mithrun was like or that he hated his brother, while Mithrun seems to think he deserves everything that happened to him.

Mithrun was served a giant slice of humble pie by the demon, but he's trying to be a better person than he was. At the very least, he has a better relation with his brother now.

The Others

Pattadol's birthday is June 21.

Cithis's birthday is June 17.

Fleki's birthday is October 23.

Lycion's birthday is October 17.

Otta's birthday is May 28.

Milsiril's birthday is July 25.

Flamela's birthday is September 23.

Not surprised this is Pattadol's first field mission. She has "recent graduate who was given their first managerial position" energy. Her bio says the prisoners get mad at her because she frequently seals and restricts their actions. So she's getting on everyone's bad side because things are typically more lax but she's insisting on following the rules exactly.

And Pattadol is so young compared to everyone else. She's 82 which is probably the equivalent of around 18 in Tall-man years. The second youngest member is Lycion and he's 126.

Cithis is the only member of the team who has a last name. I don't know how the elf societies structure themselves but does that means she's from a decent family background?

Cithis joined and left the Canaries multiple times. Does that mean prisoners can volunteer to join as part of their prison sentence? Or did she manage to get pardoned, arrested for new crimes, and rejoin the Canaries several times?

Fleki's a drug addict. Nothing surprising there. She does seem like the kind of person who would smoke weed casually and snort cocaine at a party. She's probably just the kind of person who needs high stimulation at all times to the point that she likes super spicy food. I bet her first death was because she tried eating a walking mushroom hoping it would get her high.

Lycion used to live in what might as well be a furry community. His first death was from wounds in the arena. So either the immortality spell in the island's dungeon isn't unique to it, or there's something similar to it. There was that magic ring that bound a man's soul to his body. Maybe Arena fighters wore similar accessories.

Otta uses spirit magic and is generally butch-coded it seems. She was a black market dealer. She's probably a vegetarian since she's noted to not like meat. Unlike Holm, she doesn't have a religious reason to dislike meat. I looked through some chapters to see what Otta eats, but there are very few shots of the Canaries sitting down to eat. The only thing I could find was her eating a travel ration (Fleki identified it as dried bread) in chapter 66. In chapter 96, she's eating with the other Canaries, but the only thing I saw on her plate was a piece of bread. But she was holding a spoon so she had something else. She was also really grossed out when Fleki said the meat tasted great.

Milsiril is one of those characters you kind of feel would become important to the plot if the story's scope wasn't limited to just the Island. She's an important character in both Kabru and Mithrun's backstories and she was involved in Utaya as well.

If Fleki is the kind of person who needs constant high stimulation, Milsiril is the complete opposite. She dislikes a lot of foods and there doesn't seem to be any particular pattern. She probably would eat the same thing every day if she could.

She's never died before. Those scars all over her body show she's a survivor.

A section for Flamela was added in the Complete edition. There's actually a lot of backstory for her that never comes up in any way. She's a distant relative of the queen. She had a twin sister who died after being adopted as the queen's heir. She's kept away from truly dangerous missions because she's the queen's relative, and she's jealous that Mithrun is a captain.

Overall, she's just trying to make a name for herself that doesn't have anything to do with her royal bloodline and she's constantly frustrated that it keeps getting in the way. No wonder she's always got a chip on her shoulder.

The two members of Flamela's division that are always with her are also named. Erique is the one who is always wearing her hood and it's probably because she's a prisoner-turned-guard. Misyl is the leader of the familiar squad who jeered at Laios and called him a pervert.

It's noted that Misyl did not commit any major crimes but was put into the Canaries because they were understaffed. That sounds like the kind of policy that would increase the rate of violent crime. It reminds me about the story of Liu Bang, a sheriff in the Qin Dynasty. One day, several prisoners escaped while he was transporting them and the punishment for that failure was death. So since his life was forfeit, he decided to free all the other prisoners and became leader of a bandit clan then later became a rebel leader and overthrew the emperor and founded the Han Dynasty.

All the comics just give even more info on the Canaries.

Pattadol was sent to join the Canaries by her parents. And she was so upset because she thought that it meant her parents didn't love her, and she convinced herself that they actually chose her because she was the most capable for the task.

As far as I can tell, the general opinion of the Canaries is negative even among the elves. The nobility probably see it as a dumping ground for illegitimate children and lesser heirs who have no hopes of inheriting anything.

And Pattadol was recruited after the Utaya incident caused a large shortage in manpower due to the high death rate and several members quitting. The crown probably was conscripting for all the noble houses and her parents chose Pattadol because she was the more expendable than her sister (presumed heir) but also more likely to be competent than her younger sister and therefore less likely to disgrace her family.

Cithis has a life sentence and yeah, the stuff she's done has earned that. I guess the thing about her joining and leaving the Canaries frequently is because she doesn't stick around often and will opt to just go back to jail and only joins when she's bored.

I want to say that Cithis's illusion magic never actually worked on Mithrun. He was being compliant to all the humiliating things she told him to do because he didn't care and it didn't get in the way of his desire to find the demon again. And Cithis respects him because he showed a strong will and focus on his goals.

I think Fleki and Lycion share a certain bond over having some sort of dysphoria with themselves. With Lycion, it's an obvious body dysphoria which drove him to turn himself into a beastman. With Fleki, it's more like she has a dysphoria with how her mind processes the world.

They don't judge each other's desires to escape the bodies they were born with. And they enjoy each other's company because of it.

Surprised to see murder as one of Lycion's charges. The life sentence probably has more to do with the body modification though since he's a walking demonstration of what ancient magic can do.

He was an arena fighter because he hated how he looked and would hurt it out of hatred. I wonder if he used to do drugs or engage in other activities that could cause bodily harm. His first death was in the arena. If it was before his modifications, he probably got mad that he was resurrected.

It's hard to tell, but I think Lycion was worse at taking care of his hair before becoming a beastman. He seems happier with his elf form as well after his modifications. Maybe it's because he now sees his elf form as beautiful because of the artistry that went into making it a vessel for his true form.

Otta's a lesbian it turns out. But she exclusively dates Half-foot women. Everyone else thinks she's a pedophile, but I'm willing to stand on Otta's side in this argument. It's kind of a bizarre opposite of the "It's okay that she looks like a child because she's actually 1000 years old" argument.

However, I'm on Otta's side only as far as the pedophile charges go. If she really does dump them when they turn 30, then she's actually treating them as the elven equivalent of a short fling. And that's kind of messed up when what is a short commitment to her could be a huge chunk of her partners' lives.

The Complete edition added a new comic for Flamila between Otta and Milsiril's. Flamela's comic just reinforces the issues she's dealt with because of her assumed royal ties. Her sister was probably killed by the other members of the royal family who were jealous that someone from outside the family was being made the queen's heir.

She just wants to escape all the issues that come with her skin color but it follows her everywhere she goes.

Again, Milsiril feels like someone who would become important to the plot if it's scope was bigger. If Dungeon Meshi ever had a prequel series, I think it should be about Milsiril because she was part of several major events that happened outside the island that pushed the story in the direction it did. And her comic reveals that not only did she have a hand in making Kabru the person he is, she also is responsible for Mithrun rejoining the Canaries.

If she didn't exist, Dungeon Meshi would not have ended the way it did. Her actions are what led both Kabru and Mithrun to go to the Island. If she didn't exist, Dungeon Meshi would have either ended with the Canaries conquering the dungeon, killing Falin, and hauling the Touden party off to prison; or it would have ended with the Winged Lion's complete victory.

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Thorns In His Mouth

Part VI

Pairing: fae!Steve Rogers x reader

Warnings: obsession, dubious consent, minor character death, drugs (neither reader nor Steve are involved), slight eating disorder, mentions of tumor, high tech elves.

Words: 1.3k

Summary: Maybe it was a good idea to chat with a waitress a bit more once she brought you your order. Perhaps she could at least tell you with whom you should speak because you simply couldn’t force yourself to look at others, most of them already high, shouting something loudly or laughing or weeping. You could constantly hear the flapping of someone’s wings, weird whispers and noises, and the sound of boots and hooves that made your hair stand on end.

Part I | Part II | Part III | Part IV | Part V

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You stared at the earrings, dumbfounded. Did he say "we"? Was Steve going to look for that elf together with you?

Apparently, you just voiced your thoughts absent-mindedly because Steve murmured something and took you by the arm, moving to the café you despised with all your being.

It was much quieter inside tonight, though. There were only a few fair folk, and they were all silently eating or drinking something: the noisy company doing drugs and who knows what else yesterday was nowhere to be seen. Thank God.

As you fell on your seat, Steve taking a place on the other side of a minuscule plastic table, a familiar fae with bright pink hair approached you two. She threw a quick glance at you, pursing her lips at the sight of Steve, but then vanished to the kitchen without a word, probably to bring you the same sweet cupcake she had given you yesterday.

Staring at the elf with furiously bleached hair, you stilled, not knowing how to start a conversation with him again. What could you even say? Why did he want to accompany you on your quest? He had nothing to gain from it. Even the earrings you had given him he returned back to you, and you've never had of any fae returning human gifts. Granted, you weren't a big specialist, but it seemed strange, nonetheless.

Why was he so invested in your search?

The question was probably written all over your face because Steve gave a shaky laugh and rubbed his eyes tiredly as if he had a hard time explaining his reasons.

"I'm a former High elf, too," he started, watching confusion forming on your face while he gave you an unhappy smile. "I held a very high position at my court. Probably among the highest, compared to the others' here. Thus, I'm a Watcher. I watch over the exiled fae and elves, help them when I can, control them so they won't do anything stupid, and end somewhere worse than here. I keep in contact with humans, those who know who we are, and see that everyone abides by the rules. I'm the most useful companion to you if you want to find someone."

His words took you aback. This malnourished, anxious elf with his badly bleached hair and unnaturally long limbs was the most powerful of the exiled fair folk? Truly? Could you take his word for it? Oh, he did mention fae couldn't lie, but it was hard to believe he was telling you the truth.

For a second, you felt a little disappointed. You imagined someone like Watcher to be alike a fairy prince from the fairytale, magnificent in his glory, tall and strong, impeccably built, with his hair shining stunningly in the moonlight as he sat a top of his giant war horse. You did not, by any means, expect to find a Watcher to be a man looking like a 90s model addicted to heroine.

"But why do you want to help?" You asked very carefully, masking you disappointment not to offend him. "I imagine I have nothing of value to give you in exchange."

Suddenly, he smiled, albeit sadly.

"You needn't give me anything. I already owe you for what you did for my kin."

Again, a mystery. You were getting tired of his inadequate responses.

Seeing you bewildered, Steve continued, "You wept when Julius died. You regretted him leaving. Nobody else would do it for him, but you did, and now he's where he should be, at peace. If not for you, his journey would be... an arduous one."

His words made you silent, and you immediately forgot all the questions you were going to ask him. He had said something similar yesterday, hadn't he? Something about it being good that you cried at the sight of Julius' body, although you couldn't even imagine what good did it do to the dead elf. Was Steve talking about a reincarnation or something? Or Julius' spirit returning back to his homeland? You had no idea, but at the memory of a dead elf lying breathless on the sofa your anxiety rose again, and you clutched the pearl earrings in your hand until it started to hurt.

"Why wasn't it enough that you cried for him?" You asked out of nowhere, still searching for some proof Steve was tricking you.

He sighed, "I didn't cry."

Didn't he? You couldn't remember, his face but a blur after you had run up the stairs and collapsed outside of an abandoned factory.

No, you couldn't remember him crying.

"He was one of us," Steve muttered, accepting a black CD pack from a waitress who appeared out of nowhere, leaving a plate with you cupcake quietly on the table before she left without a word. "And I will miss him, but neither my folk nor me weep like you do. Unless on a very special occasion, a death of our beloved or a child, perhaps. But you... you humans know a great deal about compassion and sorrow. Your tears weight more than mine."

His words struck you to your core, and for a few seconds, you just sat there in silence, staring at the distressed - or rather just ancient and rugged - black leather of his jacket. No one had ever said anything like that to you. On the contrary, your therapist mentioned many times it's not healthy to be overly sympathetic and sensitive, to the point when someone's troubles made you troubled. You had to learn to keep your head cool, he said, because no one would profit from your worry. If you wanted to help someone, you needed to stay sane and safe first.

And here he was, this strange, somewhat scary and somewhat beautiful elf, telling you Julius got to his safe place because you had cried for him.

"It's strange, how your world works," you murmured, directing your gaze to the very same leather jacket as if you were talking to it.

Steve gave a laugh, shifting in his uncomfortable plastic chair while a fairy waitress stared at him intently behind his back, her hand resting on a bar counter.

"No stranger than yours." He smiled and made a small gesture with his left hand you barely registered, and the waitress abruptly turned away from you two with a blank expression on her face. "Then it's settled. I'll bring you to one more of my folks today, and you'll tell him your story. He's not a drug addict, by the way."

It was a very nice addition, you shrugged and bit into your cupcake that tasted as heavenly as yesterday. Were you going to develop diabetes if you ate it every day? You hoped not, although it was a small price to pay for the life of your mother.

"Actually, I wanted to mention it the last time. Do you know anything about our kind? Anything at all?" The elf asked nonchalantly, tucking a strand of hair behind his perfectly human ear. Seeing you froze, he chuckled, "It's fine. I'm with you. But it'd be better if you knew at least the basics, so I recommend doing some reading and using my advice for now."

"Of- of course," you immediately answered back, stuffing the rest of the cupcake in your mouth and hurriedly wiping your lips. "I'd be very grateful for any advice!"

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He liked what you said. His face lit up, the corners of his big mouth turning upward. Before you had a chance to say anything else, he's already at the door, leaving a five dollar bill on the counter and motioning you to follow him God knows where. It's still a bit scary, to go after a strange, twisted but still weirdly attractive creature who moved with such grace even with his oddly long limbs and whose hair looked a little otherworldly despite the cheap bleach he used. But you're alone in this unfamiliar world without him, and you didn't think twice before you jumped off your seat, handing the waitress one more five dollar bill and running after Steve.

Part VII

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[willesredlights]

The way to a new realm👑🧚‍♂️ (+/- 0.5k)

Didn't expect to write another chapter of this silly story but here we are. Another day in the life of Elf Simon🧚‍♂️ I've been writing this during my study breaks and honestly it's just nice to write something short and light without knowing where it will lead to.

Read below or on ao3. Read chapter 1 here.

6 months ago Breaking the law feels so tempting when all you want to do is escape. Escape the realm you’re stuck in, where your future is already decided by birth. Becoming king of the elves is the last thing Simon wants. He is not a leader, he doesn’t want power, not like his father does. Simon wants to live, be free, and explore the lands. He always had a fascination for the other realms that exist alongside his. There is the realm of the humans, a place they are strictly forbidden to go. It’s not safe there, they are not safe there. A realm similar to that of the elves is the realm of the creatures of life with angels, fairies and other similar creatures. The realm of the elves is something between those of the humans and the creatures of life. Elves look like humans except they have wings and their facial features are a bit more pointy. Their bodies work similarly, only that elves can smell and see much better. They have the magic from the creatures of life but aren't completely the same.  Another realm is the one of the night creatures like vampires and werewolves.  There is also the underworld, filled with creatures of death. Banshees, demons, ghosts. Elves are being banned there when they commit crimes…like going to the human realm.

“Simon, you’re not going to the realm of the humans, you know what they will do”, Rosh holds him back, grabbing his arm. “Throw me in the underworld? I don’t think so. My father can be a dick but he will not throw his own son and Crown Prince of the Elves between the creatures of death”, Simon replies.  “You’re not safe there”, his friend tries one last time.  “I want to see that with my own eyes”, Simon says.  Simon has spent months between the many books in the library to find out how to travel between realms, something only a few elves manage to do but he is sure he knows now too.  “I’m sorry Rosh”, Simon looks apologizing to his best friend.  With his hand on his heart, he whispers the spell he has been training on for weeks now. It’s in an old elves language spoken thousands of years ago. They still speak their own language but it has evolved over time. Simon is well aware the humans speak other languages. One language more common than the other. He didn’t only try to find a way to the human world, he learned about the human world too. The countries, the languages, the cultures. Their realm is much bigger and so much more interesting. He has learned about Sweden, a country in northern Europe. He doesn’t know why but it caught his attention. He learned the language because in a way it sounds similar to the language they speak. Sweden is where he is going to go.  As the last word of the spell rolls over his lips, he feels his body being swept up and swallowed into a white eternity. The realm of the Elves disappears and he feels himself lose consciousness. Maybe this wasn’t his best idea. Maybe the spell wasn’t right. What if he dies?

[dateamonster]

also the fact that the distinguishing features betwix the elves and fairies (besides from wings) is the fact that all the fairies are like. White and skinny to midsize old guy and the elves are like. That’s a person you’d see on the street

yeah they really used character design for evil in this one because like in isolation i think theres soo much to love about strange magics designs. i know the vaguely uncanny valley nature of the models is going to be a dealbreaker for a lot of people but ! their little clothes made out of plants and scraps of fabric and lost buttons and insect parts! sunnys ladybug hat! the way everyones hair is so Shaped in a way that suggests a stiffer fibrous texture! all the little details that make inherently unnatural fantastical creatures feel completely at home in a natural environment!

and tbh part of me still loves the definitely uncanny almost skeletally skinny base model for the fairies. that and theyre big eyes really do give them a very eerie insectoid look that i wish theyd had the guts to lean into more lol. and the contrast between the fairies who are characterized by these long thin bodies and sweeping elegant movements vs the elves who are all round and blunt and blocky shapes with this sorta low center of gravity that places them more firmly on the ground vs the wild diversity of shapes and sizes when it comes to the goblins like very clearly identifies who everyone is in this world and how they kinda relate to each other, and i maintain that a lot of the uncomfortableness that comes with how this world is laid out couldve been alleviated by just. making some of the fucking fairies brown.

like its not as if its especially unique for this brand of kids fantasy movie to have a visible class divide thats never examined, or use conventional beauty standards as a visual cue for importance if not morality. the main reason imo it feels so glaring here is specifically because all the fairies we see are very white and even aside from one of the only elves we really spend any time with being black a lot of the elves features in general read as more racialized.

and i dont think this was necessarily intentional. high fantasy in general has a consistent and historical problem with favoring whiteness, thinness, and eurocentricism. if anything, i think this is just what happens when you make something built on those existing sorta tropes and dynamics without putting any thought into what they represent.

[theshiftingfairy]

Shining Nikki Dr script

Took me a little bit of time, but finally, it’s here. Now, I know there is probably not a lot of people that are familiar with the Nikki franchise in the shifting community, but that’s also why I wanted to talk about it. Also it’s one of my main dr at the moment and talking about it makes me happy.

Shining Nikki is a mobile dress up game, in the world of Miraland where instead of violence, people fight with Styling power, the magic system of the game based on beauty.

I have two shining Nikki dr. One of them follow the plot, solely because the player character is a consciousness without a body that follows Nikki in the beginning and I am so curious to have this experience of not having a body and just existing in the world. But for my main dr, I completely got rid of the plot to enjoy Miraland when it’s peaceful.

The main reason I love Miraland is that it is one of the only fantasy world I know within a modern setting. There is elves, fairies and dragons, but at the same time, the technology is advanced, as much if not more than ours, and there is a futuristic island where all advanced technologies are made. And all is mixed together and still feels cohesive.

This is also because it’s kind of my version of a fame dr

Miraland

Feel free to ignore this part if you don’t want spoilers

- As I mentioned, there is no war of gods and no threat of end of the world. There was also no war between the elves of light and water elves and they were never banished. I want my Miracle land to be the most whimsical place it can be.

- The gods exist though, at least the new gods like aphrodia and the god of beauty and their envoy, but there is no consequence, they just exist as they are in the game.

- There can be movement between the different factions, but not to the point of creating war. I don’t think Savior would have a reason to exist in this reality, unless maybe as an organisation that monitors individuals with strong styling power.

- Elves can actually fly with their wings and leave the Pigeon forest normally. Forest elves typically prefer to stay in the forest and are more secluded. I also decided to script in Chloris and Lakris, the princes of the forest elves from Love Nikki as they would be alive in this era.

Me

My dr name is Elina Wilde, like in all my drs (actually I think it’s the first time I introduce my dr name so hi!)

I am half elf. My mother, Rosalie Bellflowers is a Forest Elf and a noble from the Pigeon capital while my dad is a human scientist from the pigeon kingdom as well. They are the same as my hogwarts dr parents as well.

Their relationship was not well accepted among elven nobility (in this world, elves think themselves superiors to humans, the only half elf in the game is a paria for having a human mother) so they left the Pigeon kingdom for Ninir where I grew up in Starheaven. I have 3 younger siblings. My sister Lynn is 22 and studies interior design at Cicia university. My brothers are still in high school in Starheaven, I honestly have no idea of what they will do after school.

I decided to make this dr into a ballerina dr as it’s something I always wanted to try, so i am a professional ballerina and i went back in the pigeon kingdom as an adult to pursue dancing.

I live near the pigeon forest in a village called Winged Manor (another thing I borrowed from Love Nikki) The manor is the property of my grandmother Adélaïde Bellflowers and I live in a small but cosy cottage within the village.

Ballet 🩰

I started to learn ballet at 6, in Ninir Starheaven. I then was accepted in the Pigeon royal academy at 18 and started dancing professionally for the royal ballet company at 23 and I am now 29. (If you were here when I was questioning myself as to what to do with my age, I decided to go with my cr current age, since elves lives for hundreds of years, I have still so much time to enjoy this dr)

ninir ballet style is a dreamlike, theatrical fairytale, and tells the stories of the most famous fairytale of Ninir. While Pigeon ballet tells the numerous legends of the Pigeon forest , mythological stories and dramatic stories. For comparison a Ninir ballet would be the Nutcracker and a Pigeon ballet would be Giselle or Romeo and Juliet.

Pigeon ballet have the particularity to have roles that are reserved to elves as they use the elves ability to fly. With time companies in Pigeon started to include some of the most popular ninir ballet.

My logic is that each nation in the game has a big faction that is in the entertainment industry. In a world where beauty is power, the most important aspect of everything is art. Ninir has the December troupe, Cloud has the neverfall troupe, Apple has the Mercury group, I thought Pigeon could have an Opera house and a big Ballet royal company.

Designer style

In Miraland, it is kind of expected to be skilled in designing, no matter what your main occupation is. Even if, people still buy clothes, it is more common to buy patterns and to make your clothes yourself (as a node to the game crafting mechanic) I of course scripted to be very skilled in sewing and clothes design.

As a designer, I specialise as a ballet and theatrical costume designer and I am known for my elegant and whimsical style that blends skillfully the Ninir fairytale style with the intricate and whimsical Pigeon Elven style.

To keep my designs in the styles of Shining Nikki, I went to Love Nikki to literally pick and choose what sets I wanted to be the designer of, as well as stealing design from the game that are attributed to other characters 😅 (Aloysius and Mercury stinks anyway, I have a pattern of loving sets made by characters i hate in this game…) I also stole the tinker bell dress from Yexiao but I gave her credit to a fairy dress with Chinese influences so it’s fine I think x)

If you think about it it’s not really stealing, I just go to a reality where I am indeed the designer of those sets, they would have no idea.🤷‍♀️

Styling power

I took inspiration from the new infinity Nikki game to visualise what styling power actually looks like. Different outfits carry different powers, such as the ability to glide, some would let you have a control over the elements like wind, water etc…The stronger the styling power in a person is, the easier it is to use this magic system.

With styling power, clothes can be stored into a pocket dimension and one can change magical girl style. In infinity Nikki , you see characters planning their outfits on a tablet and have them appear on them, so it would be something like that. It just sounds fun to me…and with the amount of clothes I planned, rather convenient. This dr really is for my inner child.

Nikki ( and Momo)

Let’s not forget about our main character. In the games she gets isekai into Miraland, so she appears out of nowhere. In this reality I decided to make her a Shifter as well, so she shifts there, but she have her family as well. Since Nikki is Chinese, I scripted her family to be from the Cloud Empire. She works as a journalist at the designer intel hub, which allows her to travel all around Miraland and she is a designer and stylist for the Apple apparel group.

There it finally is 🥰

I feel like not a lot of people will really know what I’m talking about here, but that’s okay.

If you don’t know the game shining Nikki, definitely check it out (but please don’t waste your money into gacha, there is rerun of the events all the time, you don’t have to pay to get the full set if you’re patient. And if you loose interest in the game, there would be no reason to spend money on it.)

[imrinababy]

Day 8 of Crona’s April CAS Challenge!

I hope this posts on time + I’ve skipped a few days bc my sims didn’t come out the way I’ve wanted them to with the stuff I have but I was really looking forward to this day. I was debating on making a brand new pair of twin sims but I also wanted to bring back a set of twins that I grew really fond of. I decided to revamp them & give them a whole new life so here we go!

𝙽𝚢𝚕𝚊 [𝚜𝚑𝚎/𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢] & 𝙻𝚢𝚗𝚍𝚜𝚊𝚢 𝙱𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛 [𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚜]

Coming from a line of fairy elves that are more physically superior than humans (have an easier time doing physical activities than regular humans such as being able to run longer distances without tiring, climb and swim for hours without breaking much of a sweat, stronger naturally in general, etc) Nyla is someone who easily fits the bill.

You’ll always find her in the smallest, tightest & girliest little dresses with heels to match (and yes, she’s always ready to party) so you might think she’s always just got off the latest catwalk, too busy to care for the average person but it’s actually quite the opposite. Nyla has a huge passion for her little plants.

Most people actually stumble across Nyla crouched down and poking at dirt. People often come up to her with concern as it’s an odd site to see someone all dolled up & playing in the dirt but, if you were to ask her if she’s okay, she’s passionately tell you about the plant she’s trying to save at the moment.

Nyla loves the outdoors. She gets sad if she’s cooped up for too long. Her favorite color is purple and she has an obsession with butterflies. You’ll usually find her tending her garden, in greenhouses checking out the latest plants, in fields watching the butterflies or letting loose and enjoying a party.

She has a good heart and is very outgoing. She also enjoys being physically active and loves involving herself in charity work. She can hide her wings if needed but she takes pride in them and enjoys having them on full display. Overall, she loves being able to be out there in the world, waiting to stumble on her next adventure & Lyndsay…

“Can we go home yet?” is something you’d commonly hear out of the younger sister’s mouth. If it wasn’t for how my Nyla mentioned her sister, you probably wouldn’t realize that Nyla had a sister at all. A twin sister at that.

Although their species have a physical advantage over humans, you wouldn’t really be able to tell that observing Lyndsay. Lyndsay never really preformed well doing physical activities and much prefers to stay inside. She’s a geek and really good when it comes to tech stuff. She’s a huge gamer and does all her stuff online so she doesn’t have a real reason to get out much but when she does, you’d probably hear her grumbling about how she “has an event to grind” or how she “should have stayed home anyways.”

She hates wearing heeled anything (minus her favorite boots) and hates wearing anything too revealing. You’d usually find her in a baggy hoodie and cargo pants at home lounging around. You wouldn’t think these two were related by how polar opposite they were but they’re twin sisters for a reason.

Although the two are insanely different, they value each other like no other. Where one lacks in an area, the other makes up for it. They’re one killer team and no matter their differences, they always know that they have each other at the end. They have immense love for each other and know each other’s strengths/ weaknesses so they always know how to boost each other up in situations. Wherever one goes, the other is always soon to follow. You can’t separate these two little peas in a pod. They’ll always find a way to get back to each other.

[yonderoo]

Oh my goodness, y'all, get ready to be transported to another realm! Picture this: an ethereal fairy straight out of the dreamiest folklore ever told. Drawn in delicate grayscale, this fairy whispers age-old tales with every flutter of her wings.

Her gossamer wings are an intricate blend of elegance and lightness, effortlessly carrying her across the calm brook she hovers over. Her dress, fluid and soft, catches the faintest hint of a gentle forest breeze, and you can almost hear it rustling softly like the leaves she might tuck herself behind. The woodland around her is a serene backdrop, appearing almost mystically blurred as if painted by the whispers of ancient wood elves.

She travails the delicate line between this world and the fantastical, her toes seemingly skimming the water's surface without causing a ripple – a true testament to her otherworldly grace. The scene exudes stillness and calm, enchanting all who set eyes upon it.

Here's to celebrating the magic that hides in the quiet corners of our world, unseen and untouched, just like this mesmerizing fairy. 🧚✨

[spiritsurfers]

Ice "elves" or "ice nymphs" 🧊 are like ice fairies without wings. Just like fairies, elves/nymphs also have "hierarchies".

(Pictured: Jeremy Renner, Jamie Bell)

https://spiritsurfers.substack.com/p/who-are-the-ice-queens-kings

[the-down-upside-finch]

Wait wait wait I want to ramble about magic stuff in my stories because I use the same magic system for most of my stories (since they take place in the same world).

Okay. So. I'm realizing that this goes way deeper in terms of context, so I'm gonna briefly go over some of the basics:

In this world, there is currently a categorization known as the "Main Categories of Species," which is the one most commonly used by scholars when writing about species. There are other ways of categorizing, but this one is the most accepted one (but it is common knowledge that this system is not perfect).

There are eleven categories in the MCoS: Aves, Beasts, Daemon Creatures, Drakonines, Elementals, Faerie Creatures, Intangibles, Magicks, Merrow, Therianthropes, and Therianthrosomatikos (that last one is the main issue with this current system).

I'm not going to go into depth with these right now but. There is a lot of worldbuilding that has gone into this haha.

I'm just gonna discuss a bunch of smaller things that I think would be fun to mention.

Magic has a unique color for everyone that can use it. Some colors may be similar to each other, but no two magicians have the exact same color of magic. (And family members tend to have similar colors of magic as each other!)

Beings that use magic/are in possession of magic are known as magicians, as that's just the umbrella term for it. Beings without magic are usually referred to as Magicklesses.

Witches/warlocks and wizards are two completely separate types of magicians. Witches/warlocks use physical space to store magic (like in big hats or pockets), while wizards need channelers (like wands or staves) to use magic.

Mages also exist. They need crystals to help channel their magic, and their magic is by far the most easily affected by emotions.

Emotions are tied to magic to the point that some magic is literally dependent on a magician's emotional state. It can make it easier or more difficult, which is why there is a lot of training for magicians on how to understand your own emotions.

Alchemy is not a very popular practice because in order to get a license, you have to go through very intense training with a mentor. This involves ingesting every single thing you learn to make before you are allowed to learn how to make it. Yes, you have to ingest poison in order to learn the recipe to make it. That's the law.

Sorcerers exist, and they're the ones with animal bondeds/"familiars"! This animal companion is what allows them to properly channel their magic.

Pixies, sprites, and fairies are all different species. Pixies and fairies are the small ones (around 5-6 inches tall), but fairies can decompress their magic and become human-sized (but fairies cannot fly while they are human-sized). Sprites are always "human-sized."

Pixies and fairies have wing structures like butterflies, while sprites have wings like dragonflies. But sprites keep their wings invisible unless they either don't have enough magic to do this (which means they are probably close to dying) or they are around someone they trust.

One of the traits of Faerie Creatures is that their magic is their life-source. If their magic is depleted and/or separated from them, they will die. This is why unicorns fall into this category.

Elves are descended from plants. Instead of hair, they have foliage. They have root systems instead of veins, and they really only need water and sunlight to survive (with a few exceptions). Consuming salt is almost certainly fatal.

The main trait of Therianthropes is that they have two main forms. They possess a particular energy level that they must maintain to achieve their alternate form, and their energy levels directly correlate with the lunar cycles, corresponding to how full the moon is.

Dragons, or anyone with dragon blood, cannot knowingly tell lies.

Merfolk have both gills and lungs, but their lungs are not necessarily strong enough for extended use above water. In terms of biology, merfolk born with female traits have stronger lungs, which is why sirens tend to only be female.

Merfolk and other species of Merrow use signed languages to communicate, since spoken modes of language don't work very well underwater.

Speaking of merfolk, it's considered scandalous for males to show too much skin. Seriously, you can get dress-coded in school for having your shoulders exposed.

Silvertongues are beings that can speak to all animals that use a language-like system of communication. However, dragons purposefully made their languages too complex for silvertongues to understand.

Nixies are shapeshifters, but if you can get one to tell you their name, you'll have full command over them until you give the name back. Usually this requires a trade of some sort, either in the form of a favor or some sort of item. (e.g., someone could steal a nixie's name and make a deal that the nixie has to slay a dragon or something in order to get their name back.)

Nixies are heavily discriminated against in most parts of the world. They are used as servants (because of the whole command thing) or straight-up imprisoned and executed. Because of this, nixies do not typically reveal themselves.

I realize this turned more into "random facts about the species in my magical world" but still. That was fun to ramble.

Invoking the taglist in case you guys are interested in this stuff: @my-cursed-prince, @athenswrites

[pickalilywrites]

Can you write a sequel to your Heart Skips a Beat fic you wrote a few years ago? I really love that fic and wanna know more about their story. Since it was a Halloween fic and December is coming up, why not write a Christmas party sequel. Since Levi is an Premed student, maybe Zeke could be his rival who is aiming to be a doctor like his father. And is annoyed he keeps making moves on his pre-law girlfriend.

thanks for allowing me to return to one of my most beloved aus 💕

selective amnesia

rivetra. college/university au. 1859 words. read on ao3.

Levi navigates through the crowd of drunk college students, trying hard not to breathe in the scent of alcohol, hot chocolate, and peppermint. It’s not often that he comes to these parties wearing something other than scrubs, but for once he’s not here to answer an EMS call. He’s here to pick up his girlfriend, who he can spot laughing on the couch with a drink in her hand. He suspects it’s the sickeningly sweet (and most likely spiked) hot chocolate that someone had tried to hand him as soon as he walked in. Levi had abandoned his own cup on a shelf on his way to the living room, but he can see that Petra’s cheeks have a familiar flush that typically appears once she’s had her fair share of alcohol.  

Like many others at the party, Petra is wearing a costume. She’s in a ballet outfit — or what looks like what could be a ballet outfit based off the tutu and ballet shoes although Levi believes she’s taken a few liberties with her ballerina costume from the corset she wears. Apparently, she’s supposed to be the sugar plum fairy from the Nutcracker ballet. Her costume is lacking wings, but Levi doesn’t know anything about the play to say if this is accurate or not.  

Most people are dressed as elves or reindeer. A few guys are wearing Santa costumes. Others are dressed as other popular winter holiday figures: Jack Frost, the Grinch, and someone is even dressed as Jack Skellington for some reason. There a few peculiar costumes here and there: a Christmas tree, an ornament, a candy cane, among others. It’s mostly a spattering of red, green, and white across the room. Levi sticks out like a sore thumb in his gray winter coat and dark jeans. 

He observes the man beside Petra that has been lucky enough to be in her company this evening. It’s the all too familiar face of Zeke Jaeger, another pre-med student in Levi’s year. Despite sharing nearly all their classes since freshman year, Levi isn’t very fond of Zeke and he’s fairly certain the feeling is mutual. Admittedly, Levi hadn’t been the friendliest when Zeke had attempted to befriend him, but Levi has never seen the point of allying himself with people just because they shared the same career path. Aside from major, he and Zeke have nothing in common. Where Zeke likes to attend every frat party and networking event he can to make connections, Levi prefers to only do the absolute minimum when it comes to networking and spent the rest of his time studying or working at EMS. Because of their differences in social circles and extracurriculars, the two hardly run into each other and rarely butt heads until they found that they had a mutual interest: Petra.  

Zeke had the misfortune of meeting Petra much later than Levi. Pre-meds and pre-law students don’t usually run in the same circles and Zeke had only met Petra after she had showed up to one of Levi’s EMS meetings. It was a chance encounter and one Zeke undoubtedly believed was fate — he didn’t typically attended EMS meetings, choosing to skip them as much as possible without getting kicked out, and law students weren’t usually interested in EMS club meetings. The look of devastation and horror on Zeke’s face when he found out that Petra was there for Levi did fill Levi was satisfaction, but he didn’t know that satisfaction would be fleeting and that Zeke would then proceed to find every possible chance he could to spend time with Petra despite Petra’s relationship status. Because of Levi’s relationship with Petra, it meant that he also had to spend time more time than he wanted with Zeke, who never got the hint that Petra is fully committed and has no intention of leaving Levi. It’s more of a nuisance than anything else, although Levi is slightly amused because despite all of Zeke’s meddling, Petra cannot for the life of her remember who Zeke is. 

Levi can see that Petra has once again forgotten who Zeke is by the way she interacts with him on the couch. Despite the arm Zeke has thrown over the back of the couch where Petra is sitting, she’s sitting at the edge of her seat, playing with her empty cup and laughing at whatever Zeke is saying but not engaging with him otherwise. She smiles politely at him, the smile never quite reaching her eyes, and covers her face partially with her hand whenever she giggles to take a quick look around. As soon as she spots Levi, her already half-hearted attention leaves Zeke entirely and is wholly directed towards Levi. Petra’s face breaks into a smile and she immediately leaves her seat to bound into Levi’s arms.  

“Levi!” she cries delightedly, her breath smelling of hot chocolate and peppermint schnapps. She nuzzles her head affectionately against Levi’s neck. “You took too long.”  

“Looks like you had company, though,” Levi replies.  

He’s acutely aware of Petra and all things related to Petra. He’s aware of how attractive she is and how attractive other guys find her. He’s aware of how short her tulle skirt is and how Zeke’s eyes are gazing at Petra wolfishly even as she’s wrapped tightly around her boyfriend. It’s a lie to say that Levi isn’t the jealous, possessive type, and when he drapes his coat around Petra’s shoulders the reason is not solely because he’s noticed the goosebumps that have risen on her bare arms.  

“Oh, thank you,” Petra says, not even so much as casting a backwards glance at Zeke. She’s forgotten him completely despite him undoubtedly keeping her company most of the evening. She wraps herself in Levi’s coat, a slightly larger fit than her own coats although the shoulders are much broader than hers, before wrapping her arms around Levi once more and inhaling his scent deeply. “You smell so nice.”  

“Are you ready to leave already?” he asks as he pats her ginger hair affectionately, careful not to jostle the sparkling tiara that is perched perfectly on her head. She’s sprayed something in her hair and the palm of his hand comes away with sparkles.  

“You should stay, Petra,” Zeke says loudly, but Petra’s either too intoxicated or infatuated to let her attention be stolen by anyone other than Levi. When he notices that Petra hasn’t even turned her head, Zeke raises his voice to be better heard over the party. “Why did you come so late if you were just going to leave, Levi?”  

“I had to take over someone’s EMS shift. They were a no-show,” Levi replies easily, fixing an icy stare at Zeke who doesn’t even have the shame to look embarrassed even though it’s clear that Levi is alluding to him. Then again, this is far from the first time that Levi has covered Zeke’s shift, although it was more to bolster his own CV for medical school rather than doing Zeke a favor.  

“God, what a fucking jerk,” Petra mumbles against Levi’s skin, but her voice is still loud enough for Zeke to hear and it’s only when Petra has an opinion that Zeke’s cheeks begin to burn an ugly, angry red.  

“I’m going to get a drink,” Zeke mutters, getting up from the couch and pushing past Levi and Petra to get to the kitchen where the crock pot half filled with spiked hot chocolate sits.  

“You’re not going to say goodbye to your friend?” Levi asks as he turns his head to watch Zeke retreat.  

“Who’s that?” Petra sniffs, wrinkling her nose at Levi. She yawns, covering her mouth half-heartedly before resting her head yet again on Levi’s shoulder. “I thought he was your friend. He said you guys were classmates.”  

Levi tries to navigate them towards the door. It’s difficult to move when his girlfriend insists on attaching herself to his side, but he doesn’t have the heart to unwind her arms around his neck so he does an awkward shuffle while trying not to bump into anyone. “I don’t know why he says that. You get along with him much better than I ever have.”  

Petra lifts her head and gives Levi a confused look. “What are you talking about? I’ve never seen that guy before in my life.”  

Levi snorts. He would suspect that she was lying just to appease him, but she’s never remembered Zeke no matter how drunk or sober she was. If Zeke were to ever find out, he’d surely be heartbroken although Levi wonders how it’s not painfully obvious by now. Petra never approaches Zeke first, she avoids addressing Zeke as much as possible, and she doesn’t have the faintest air of recognition when she sees him. Levi wonders if Zeke is just in denial. 

“You spent most of the party talking to a total stranger instead of having fun with everyone else?” Levi asks. 

“He didn’t seem to want to talk to anyone else, and I didn’t want to hurt his feelings,” Petra pouts. 

“You’re too nice.”  

“I am not. I’ll have you know that I completely obliterated the defense attorney and his client at the mock trial in my introduction to criminal law class the other day,” Petra huffs. “He was crying, the defendant was crying, and so were some people sitting in the jury.”  

“That’s my girl,” Levi says. He reaches up to untangle Petra’s arms from around his neck when he notices her lifting her face towards his, her eyes closed. “What are you doing?”  

Petra cracks open an eye. “I thought we were kissing,” she replies, her lips still pursed. 

“After you spent the night talking to another man?” Levi asks with a raised brow. He’s not actually bothered by it in the least, but it is amusing to see Petra get flustered anyway. 

“You didn’t come until so much later,” Petra says. She tugs at the hem at the bottom of Levi’s sweater. “I missed you the entire night. You abandoned me, Levi, to save other people’s lives!”  

“You’re absolutely right. I should have let everyone die,” Levi deadpans before planting a kiss on Petra, one that she eagerly reciprocates. The taste of chocolate peppermint would probably taste overpowering on its own, but it tastes just right on Petra’s lips and his lips part easily to take in more of her. He probably kisses her a little harder, a little more passionately than he normally would in public, but the possibility of Zeke watching only makes this kiss more delicious. When they finally part, Levi casts a backwards glance and sees Zeke’s shocked face. To Petra, Levi asks, “Ready to go? Better leave before we get snowed in here.”  

“As long as I’m snowed in with you,” Petra chirps happily. She also glances back and notices Zeke staring at them. She leans over towards Levi and whispers, “Is that a friend of yours?” Once again, she’s forgotten Zeke.  

“Not at all,” Levi says with a smirk and wraps his arm around Petra before leading her through the hallway and out the door, leaving everything else behind.