#Pebble Horde

[sketchedraven]

Woooo. Hopefully making this account will make things a bit easier on me.

Hello, I'm Sketch. I'm a trans-guy artist who is just trying to do his thing. I'm going to be posting art and general game dev things in regards to my current projects here.

I ask that those who follow me be over the age of 18, due to the nature of my game projects/content I consume/art I wish to make: I can't exactly stop you, but please respect my boundaries for your own sake.

I will list my current/future game projects, as well as some general tags I will be using on this blog, under the cut.

Current Projects:

- An Anomaly. [Hiatus] Themes: Horror, Yandere(?).

- More Than Meets The Eye. [Hiatus] Themes: Horror, Yandere, Kidnapping, Alot of things honestly(I'll fix this tomorrow).

Future Projects:

- If Not Limbo.[working title] Themes: Surreal(?), Liminal(?), Horror, Science, Supernatural elements??. It's a w.i.p idea that I really like, even though I likely won't be able to make it for a few years.

General Tags:

- Raven's Gaw [My posts]

- SketchedDev [Posts relating to my games]

- LookIntoTheAbyss [Mature or 18+ Content]

- Pebble Horde [Fan Content. I will treasure.]

- Feather Drop [My Fanart]

- Birdscratch [My original art]

- Rebird [Reblogs]

- mtmte ["More than meets the eye" posts]

- Anomaly ["An Anomaly" posts]

[rw-repurposed]

Giving Pebbles a shotgun to fend off the horde

RCW: -Last read 5 hours ago- UC: -Last read 5 hours ago-

[alwaysbarefoot]

my sister gave me basalt from mt vesuvius!! i can now say i’ve licked part of mt vesuvius :3 it’s not from the pompeii archeological site don’t worry she just had her boyfriend pull over on the road and picked it up off the ground

+ bonus tiny piece of the roman forum she also took for me (she picked it up off the ground)

[court-jobi]

Let's Heal Each Other

((banner by me! I don't own Horikoshi's work OR the mindblowing art of @gsony24))

Pairing: Midoriya x reader (fem!reader is a semi-retired pro hero)

Words: 3.6K

Rating: T+ (18+ near the end for some spicy themes)

Warnings: talk about scars, past traumas, FEELINGS, body image issues, hurt/comfort, body worship, kissing, use of petnames

Summary:

You play a game only you keep tallies of: lay hordes of kisses onto your boyfriend until he breaks and gives into your sweet affections. It works-- making him reconsider keeping the majority of his skin (and insecurities) hidden from you, until he believes wholeheartedly that your love for him goes beyond scar tissue and that he literally never wants you to feel an ounce of self-hatred anymore, either. "I don't think I like this uno-reverse treatment. Aren't you supposed to be the flustered one, green eyes?" "You want me to stop?" "..no." "Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey."

A/N: a love letter to sweet, sweet teacher!deku… I've lowkey always wanted to write for him~ horrified I'm not caught up on the manga/anime as I write this, but I had to dabble! Back into my MHA era I go~

For my My Hero Academia Masterlist, check it out here!

Read on AO3

What began as you looking through his journals and hearing each and every one of your sweetheart’s passions from over his shoulder turned into a game of placing whisper-soft kisses on his cheeks. It was a private game that only you kept tallies of. 

Rules are… anytime he opens his mouth, the timer starts: how long can you hold out before forcing him to stop and take a breath after a quick pebbling of affection? Seeing him sigh at the first touch only encouraged you to do it more. He’d allow a few little pecks here, a few more there, or -like tonight- he’d suffer every one of your little presses until his patience broke, and he had no choice but to give you a kiss back.  It wasn’t that you didn’t want to hear the content of what he shared– he was your own personal podcast, after all… but sometimes the fight to resist kissing him silly just turned tail and was nowhere to be found.

One long kiss turned into two and under the trae lit ceiling of his study, a bit of a makeout session grew as your lovely Izuku Midoriya relaxed into your affections, his hands roaming to your back to pull you comfortably over into his lap from your spot on the couch. He hugged you close and placed plenty of pecks along your cheek and jaw until you ultimately pressed him back into place– all so you could straddle him and face him properly. This move finally made him flounder and start to lose his vocabulary- even at the ripe ‘ole age of twenty-eight. 

You had to giggle a little and tease him for it; you’d expect a boy half his age to sport such a reaction, not a faculty member at UA highschool.

 "This is ok? I just wanted to see that cute face of yours-" you leaned back to give him enough space if he needed, letting your hands trail along his arms, down to his hands.

Izuku, or ‘Deku’ as his friends and the Hero World still called him, grasped yours and fought his wavering voice  to recover.

"N-no no! uh, it’s ok- yeah, it's fine!” want and desire brought out Izuku’s voice flip, “I just uhhh-heh~ haven’t had you sit this close up, like this before. I‘m... like it a lot."

You brushed your thumbs along his hands and linked his dominant's hand’s fingers with yours– noticing the pull of some scarring there for perhaps the first time. 

Izuku swallowed and tensed, pulling back to simply squeeze your hand briefly before letting go. Turning his wrist to turn down his cuff sleeve clenched that fist  so tightly,  the scars turned white.

"U-um.. yeah, I know it's pretty rough to look at. I hurt myself a lot my first year at UA- as a student, I mean. It's kind of embarrassing..." Izuku laughed it off, massaging his hand palm side up so you didn’t have to see.

"Embarrassing? Why?" You brushed his hair back on one side soothingly. 

Izuku met your eyes, finding nothing but genuine interest. Any effort to keep him talking would reward him in the end– only now you feared this was not a game anymore, but rather a necessary act of reassurance. He shook off any initial nerves with a quick tease back,

“... You’re just–  trying to get me to lay off the stats, aren’t you.”

“Course not,” you defended, “but it seems like if I touched a nerve, it must be important and I don’t wanna gloss over that either. So, I wanna know all about that, too.”

Izuku quirked his lip and carried on, "If you insist. I guess the short of it is, I didn’t know my limits when I enrolled, and I damaged myself beyond repair while training with ‘One for All’. The tightness is a lot better now! But I overdid it... and I'll always have these scars as a reminder- they're… still there."

Care for his younger self flooded you. It’s clear Izuku still had plenty of regrets surrounding his former hero days, at least in how he went about discussing it. Were he still active as a hero, he might view battle scars differently - just signs of the lifestyle. Now on him, they must be more painful reminders  instead.

"May I see?"

Once again, the man looked up in surprise to see your little half smile and steeled himself– not having the heart to say no to you when you were being sweet. You were his girl after all. 

So, Izuku shimmied himself out of his sportek hoodie, and you scooted off his lap to give him room. You always noted he wore a black underarmor shirt, no matter the weather, and now realized why. 

Biting the inner of his cheek, Izuku kept his sights up and over your shoulder as he rolled each sleeve off, wrenching it between his hands. Jagged scars ran all the way up his dominant arm to a big patch behind his tricep. His shoulder remained largely untouched save for a dangerous slice following where the underarm curved upwards. Without the pop of a shirt collar or the bunching of a hoodie, you now fully saw the stiff scar that trailed up his neck and matched in color to the one gracing his face.

For all the years that had passed since those days which he’s fully told you were a time of intensive training and exercise, you were surprised to learn that he’s kept up a workout discipline. His body was scarred, yes, but still incredibly strong. He’s clearly prioritized keeping himself in shape, if for no other reason than to maintain  flexibility and range of motion. 

The whole moment fell quiet, but extremely intimate– even as he left his  base tank top on. You ran your fingers up his now bare arm and hummed gently.

"Well..." you leaned demurely towards the back of the couch, admiring the freckles that stood out between the changed pigments, "for what it's worth, I think they read ‘I lived’ rather than ‘I failed’. And I don’t think they’re ugly." You kissed a broad line on his bicep and met his eyes. " ‘Scars are tattoos with better stories’, right? Yours even have ‘sparkles’." 

Though touched enough to give a sweet little hum back, his expression held tears right at the surface. He looked at your arm in comparison and let out a little sigh, his own fingers caressing the soft skin there. Didn’t take anyone with a psychic quirk to tell what he was thinking. 

"Here–”

You sat up and turned around, starting to lift the back of your own shirt, and you heard his squeak of surprise–

"UhhhHWHATareyoudoing!!" Izuku reared back as if his scandalized mother would enter the room at any moment. 

"Relax, tiger,” you fitted a look over your shoulder and teased. Holding the shirt in place over your shoulders, you activated your kinetic quirk and doing so illuminated some rigid scarring across your lower back- what looked like whip marks as you'd seen from the surgery notes.

Gemlike light shone through even your underclothes, up your back, then on a diagonal across your neck. These were your own battle scars from over the years. You pointed with your thumb starting at the low spine, 

"These were from when I was first captured in Panama. Up here, when I tried to escape." Then you twisted to the side a bit where a big gash shone brilliantly to just under your left breast, "this, I got when I tried to make a quick rescue during my first internship in the States. I had a little boy in my right hand and couldn't drop him, so I took a hit on the other side." You shared these stories softly and he studied each with complete care.

 Izuku reached a bit with his good hand, but stayed his motion when he hovered an inch away. 

You encouraged, with ultimate trust, "You can touch it." 

Despite your kind chirp, his eyes checked over you briefly and simply brushed you with the back of two fingers at first. He let out a shaky breath at the sight that greeted him– the light danced around his fingers, interacting with his presence like ethereal steam rising around the contours. There were so many moments watching you in combat with these sorts of emissions that he remembered blackwhip- one of the more practical gifts ‘One for All’ had offered him, though equally dangerous and hard to control.

You had your own ‘blackwhip’ and it gifted you similar lessons learned- he wasn’t the only one. 

"See? It's not so bad," you resolved any concern Izuku had shown so far. He sought your eyes again, catching sight of the side of your other cheek which was also glowing a bit. "-- at least we match in the face shot department~" 

With a scoot, you slid back to face him again; he noted the scar across the temple of your hair trickling down to the top of your cheek bone. The way the light shone mimicked a tear’s tread down a fogged windowpane.

Ultimate care brought Izuku to reach up -to stop it’s run somehow- and touched the skin with a gentleness you came to love about him. Anticipating his concern, you mumbled something about it only really hurting when you have a glare headache after too much screentime, reminiscing on the throbbing sensation.

"Huh..." Why couldn't he see them before? Why would your quirk hold onto pain this way?

"They only show up when I'm actively using my power to its fullest, and these are usually covered by clothes or face shield when I'm driving." You tuned into his thoughts perfectly. "But… I know they’re there, even if I’m completely covered up. I see ‘em in the back of my mind anytime I’m in front of a mirror." 

As you deactivate your illumination and your skin settled back to normal, you righted your sweater down to your waist so it didn’t catch in the sofa cushions. If you were bothered at all, you barely showed it through your shrug.

"Everyone carries scars- not every single one can be seen, but we all have them. If not physical, emotional then." Running your manicured hand along the edge of his jaw made him lean into the touch, not unlike a puppy. "Please dont think less of yourself because of this... you're too wonderful to even think so poorly. If nothing else, it's proof of how great a hero you are." 

He was one, after all, according to the annals of the Pro Hero Japan Registrar… but Izuku  hardly felt like one anymore. It was an old pain in several ways past the tangible. Because ultimately, he had his chance of being an active pro hero– which was now fully over the minute he expelled the last of his power and ended the cycle for good. 

Help of friends, mentors, and loads of therapy have helped him cope with the memories and pressures of his time in school– all to bring him to a better, more healthy mindset in terms of his place in the world. Putting in the mental work was his largest success, to his credit. In many ways, his life was even more fulfilling now; Izuku fully recognized that and expressed gratitude vocally. Teaching gave him both an outlet and a purpose that he shined in. Still, a selfish twinge of him still hurt knowing how it all panned out- how different his life ended up from what he’d dreamed. 

‘What a great hero I am’…What kind of hero am I?’ his eyes grieved with distance behind them,  ‘Now that I'm no more than a living legend like All Might? He at least got to have a full career.’

Behind a tight lipped smile, Izuku wanted everything in him to sink into your loving sentiments as they often consoled him like none other; but now he found his delight dropping against his will. And how could he fight your praise when you looked at him so earnestly? Like you believed it? It seemed this sentiment upset him. Izuku never once doubted your sweetness so visibly, until now. 

It seemed dating you brought some old feelings to the surface– try as he might to ignore them.

As if sensing the turn of his thoughts inward, you read the tiniest of changes in his posture and pressed on, pulling your legs up to stretch over his lap. Unphased, Izuku dropped the hoodie to the floor and absently caressed your calves.

“You do know you’re still a hero, right?”

Izuku cocked his head, not understanding.

“You were one before any of that madness. They show it all the time at the schools, y’know,” you shared with a good deal of pride, “The sludge monster that had your friend– that was Deku’s first mission. Bet you didn’t know it then, anymore than you do now: even while you’re teaching the next generation of heroes. Your words, your mind, and your heart– you’re still very much a hero… by all three you carry with you.”

And just like that, Izuku truly didn’t think he could melt into the floor like Mirio– until that very moment. It was that pinnacle point that Allmight identified it, too. The instinct that turned the rest of his life upside down. 

Betrayed by his disciplined nerves, his weepy heartstrings eeked out a catch in his voice, 

"How is it you always know just what to say?..."

Your brilliant smile pressed your cheeks into the most charming lift, knowing him all too well and being proud of it:

"I feel like you do, more than you think. I've gotten really good at masking my own issues, so I get it.”

In a split second, Izuku channeled all  self-pitying energy into full, protective alarm–

"IsSuEs?? About what?!–Yourself- how could you say that??"

You chuckled with a full heart, and gave him another doting kiss on the shoulder to try and deter him. 

"Well I'm not exactly a tiny girl anymore, hot stuff~ Mah thighs have been particularly blessed since I took a step back from active duty, and they’re at war with any skirt or pants I find." You palmed down your legs briefly, stretching and doing your best to be alluring, "You don’t seem to mind too much ‘bout my size though, so I don’t sweat it nowadays… You inspired me, actually.”

Light suspicion glared back at you, listening but friendly. “How so?”

You turned introspective yourself- but voiced your train of thought rather than shut it up behind pretty eyes and stunted vulnerability.

“Oh, that silly voice in my head shouts just as loudly as anyone else, so I’m plenty guilty of keeping myself down. She doesn’t serve me though, and that’s taken some reframing to get over… I started focusing on making you feel better, when I met you. Share something outside of myself. That makes me happy. Helps keep things in perspective and not stay hung up hard on myself either.”

Before you could read into how tenderly your Izuku was listening to you, you bombarded him with a bite of your trademark humor..

“I mean, let’s be honest– you’ve done the impossible work of convincing me to finish an entire Stanley before lunch, all in the name of hydration! That’s true love right there…”

You reclined back fully now- an extension of your true level of comfort with him. Watching you ease your way down, Izuku would have been flustered at any other time, but now? All he did was fawn after you like you hung the stars yourself.

“You deserve some happiness, baby,” you reminded him. “If I can play any part in that, give you even a fraction of what you’ve given me? I’m honored for the chance.  Not for everything you've done– but everything you are. To me."

Seeing Izuku’s newfound appreciation and sentimental smile, you feared he would slide right off the sofa and take you with him– until a newly confident smirk took its place.

A flit of his gaze down your body proved he’d decided otherwise: you were gonna pay for the  emotional roller coaster this night has turned into.

Picking up one of your bent legs and chucking it off the couch, Izuku stole you from your comfy position outright: he scooped you up, then plopped you down again with the immense strength he did in fact still carry– all to snuggle up by pinning you where he liked. The surprise had its desired effect, as you giggled at your hero snatching you– squeezing him in a tight, full body hug.

"If you're going to let me not worry about my arms,” Izuku curtailed his laughing, “-then I'll see to it that you don't worry about these–”

He muffled a kiss to your thigh after scooting backwards- one kiss each, then settled his chin on your tummy. 

"You’re really beautiful,” Izuku marvelled, “I’ve always thought that. Inside and out." 

You stuttered a bit and leaned up on your elbows. Your earlier bravery was slipping now that the roles were reversed. 

Next, he set a loving course of affections there on your stomach too, and scattered more smooches across your midsection, regardless of the barrier your sweater kept between. The hand not supporting his weight caressed your side and even dipped underneath the hem a little.

"Izuku...." you sighed a bit, running through his hair again. There he goes, making you thoroughly embarrassed.

“You should take your own advice, sweet girl,” he shared wisely, “-- treat ourselves as nicely as we treat others– and I don’t mean about keeping you hydrated, silly.”

You snorted back. No argument there– but you hear him out all the same.

“You’re right about that, y’know,” his sights adored you inch by inch as he spoke. “I can wish and wonder how things might have been n’let that keep me down… or, I can be proud of what I’m making now… the future I get to live and see… with the loveliest woman on Earth.”

These comments would be the death of you. Death by Deku.

You chuffed at the change, “Well, geez what happened to my blushing bride?  A little pep talk all you needed?”

“Mmmyup. Your turn, now.”

“I dunno if I like this uno-reverse,” you teased his scalp– “it’s definitely.. different.”

Izuku mouths a minute at your wrist, puppy eyes locked on yours, “You wan’ me to stop?”

“...No.”

“Then respectfully, hush your mouth, honey.”

Littering compliments on you caused Izuku to kiss you a bit slower, crawling up your body, pressing tiny kisses up your middle, skipping your chest (politely) and going for the open space from your off shoulder top to take a taste of you on your collarbone. He hummed on contact with skin, brushing some of your flyaways up and away.  He muttered between kisses. 

‘You smell good… well, of course, you always smell good, always feel s’soft…’

Sighs and spoken praise passed the man’s lips as chose a new spot on your shoulder to adore, claiming you as soft and warm in the tenderest of ways, humming distractedly along every spot he deemed worthy of worship.

Without your noticing, those very strong, steady, scarred hands guided your chin– leading your head away so he'd have room by your neck. This was a great tactic to hide your dizzying aversion, so you’d be damned to stop him now.

Completely unfair. Wasn’t it his job to be constantly embarrassed?!

Taking your pitiful moans as a hint for a breather, Izuku pulled back to savor how cute your face contorted in shyness.

Your darling Izuku leaned down to your ear while you hugged him closer than ever now. The hot anticipation in your belly let its tight grip loose to something relieving to your senses; a refreshing blanket of comfort, rather than white-hot lust and drive. He nuzzled you as he spoke, whispering such caring words,

 "You hold onto me, love, and I'll hold onto you. Let's help heal each other."

You hummed in agreement and gasped a little at feeling warm lips meeting your neck for the first time. The sound that left you, involuntary as it was, did nothing but give him the confirmation he wanted. 

Izuku’s kisses fell gently and sweet from that moment forward, tongue lapping after some sucked areas to ease any harshness on his way to your waiting mouth. He seemed to be lost in his actions, moaning little utterances of your name as he went. You called  for him too in your lovestruck haze, rubbing his shoulders and holding him in place lightly by the hair once he graced your lips at long last. 

His hands trailed all over your sides and with your encouragement finally reaching his ears, he grasped at your waist a little firmer. Strength and assurance on full display, he turned the both of you over so you laid in his arms fully, and he met your lips with newfound passion.

Pausing to catch a breath, you both looked at each other with such respect and understanding and  damn near reverence that you couldn't keep a smile in. He could have sworn you were sunlight. Warmth you'd never felt before bloomed inside.

Not that you’d ever be the one to make him stop once he’s on a roll, but you caught sight of the abandoned notebook on the ground beside you. Still open, long forgotten.

“What happened to quizzing me on Present Mic’s sound wave frequencies per mile~” you mouthed to him, breathless. 

Izuku simply held you tighter, onto his brightest sunflower. “Nah, maybe later. ‘Wanna play your game first.”

[hopesangelsprite]

Illumi HCs I feel No One Else Has

(btw why does it look like he's about to put in work on a bi- nvm 💀)

Illumi is deffo either a genius or really good at hiding the fact that he has zero thoughts behind his eyes-

has a rock hyper fixation (istg he's a literal penguin give him a pebble and he'll be satisfied)

when he's in a silly goofy mood, he's in a silly goofy mood and there's no limit to the number of shenanigans he'll get into

He's definitely pulled some of the wildest pranks you've ever seen when he feels like it

He's a biter. That's it, he will definitely nibble on you when cuddling (and will bite at random times simply bc he could).

Will sit in your lap when he wants your full attention.

Has no gauge of his strength bc he's always around strong mfs

Therefore, him getting his licks back are horrendous-

Ass or boobs? Thighs. He's a thigh man for sure (but yeah ass too lol)

Will and has used common phrases you say to relate more to you so expect random slang terms

Is a fashion icon with zero filter so expect heavy criticism "There's no way you'll be seen with me looking like... whatever that is." "You tacky little shit- Go change immediately." "I've never wanted to kms, but your outfits are making me reconsider..."

Has a potty mouth and has definitely called both Hisoka and Chrollo "bitch", "fuck boy", and "hoe" on several occasions

Is the perfect driver but prefers to drive like a bat outta hell for the aesthetic (also bc he and the speed limit don't see eye to eye)

Will sometimes grin and release a little bloodlust to spook you

Is very babygirl and girly pop but hates it when you call him either of those.

When he's away on longer missions, he'll horde gifts he's bought for you to have unboxing days when he gets back

Keeps his nails long bc he likes the look (manipulates them to be shorter for... extracurricular activities 😉)

Color coordinates your outfits when y'all go out so everyone knows you're with him

Not big on PDA but won't let you out of his grip when behind closed doors

Is INCREDIBLY touched starved and has to have a hand on you when you nap together (mostly your chest and crotch idk why idk idk idk)

Remember when I said he was an ass man? And when I said he doesn't know his strength? Yeah, he'll smack your ass and damn near send you flying AND THE MF FINDS YOUR PAIN FUNNY

Most definitely a sadist. End of discussion.

Has broken several beds of yours during extracurricular activities.

Favorite petnames for you: wife, my love, liege, little thing.

Favorite petnames from you: pretty boy, lover boy, doll, honey.

Often when you think he's staring he's actually thinking about the most random shit known to mankind-

[END of pt. 1]

[ogzieoggleton]

Dedicated to @garmaballs and @bravetheperson

Domestic Garmadon hc:

-purrs

-yes, he chases later pointers (dragons like shiny rocks and hording so he likes the glowy thing running around the room)

-he can't resist a good old shiny rock or pebble

-is in danger of eating soap out of curiosity

-he can't sleep without a weighted blanket and a pillow in his arms.. But the moment you put him under one he won't wake up either. They just threw it on him the moment he lay down to "sulk" (contemplate his body dysmorphia and constant need to prove himself evil by will) and hoped for the best. It worked and he didn't wake up until the following afternoon [turns out he was very sleep and touch depraved]

-Garmadon headbutts his loved ones. He'll just stand behind them and then drop his head onto their shoulders as if he forgot how to raise his head or use his neck. It hurts Lloyd’s shoulders, but he's honestly given up on it.

-Garmadon bites. He'll, yet again, stand behind or besides his loved one's and just latch his mouth (gently) onto their shoulders. (He sometimes chews the armour if they have any on)

-If one of the ninja get a hair cut and have it dyed and aren't in their colour coded clothes (ie, Lloyd's cuts his hair and gets a the tips died blue and is wearing a black hoodie) Garmadon just stares at them from the shadows like some uncanny freak in an analogue horror video: his eyes wide and fangs bared into what Jay called "a large grin of danger."

-he pounced at Lloyd and nearly bit him, but when he saw his sons green eyes staring up in horror and ptsd...(he left for Vinny's house that night...)

-he loves chicken drumsticks but always let's Lloyd have the last one (but never anyone else.)

-he sleeps in all the dark placed of the house: under the table (Lloyd had kicked him once or twice) in the closets, under a bed (it was no longer touching the floor by the time he snuck under) ect.

-can't figure out the shower. The head of the shower flew off and "attacked" him. Lloyd came in to find a very dressed and very drenched wet cat of an oni..

-summer makes his eyes hurt, body burn, nose bleed (my personal projection) and he gets very tired.. he is not safe so he stays inside and passes out in a dark room or under the table.

-he jumps at the sight if anything that is a darker shade if green and long in shape (eg Cucumbers or courgettes) due to 1: the cati-sh nature I love giving him and 2: his horrible trauma relating to serpents of that colour. When he's doing a quick glance around the room, you can bet his fight or flight won't wait to analyse and enhance on the suspicious object

-ugly cried when watching a movie (only with Vinny and sometimes Wu)

-laughs and cringes at horror movies (while vinny is scared shitless and Lloyd is just a little grossed out by the movie)

-body horror movies freak him out tho (tusk, human centipede 2) He's sat staring in horror at the screen, leaning into Vinny with his body curled up but his expression blank and stone cold. His feet can not touch the floor at all when watching it.

That's all for now! I might add to it later!

[spotsupstuff]

Please tell us more about THE GREAT PAN WHEILDER

• they were wandering about some old house when they tripped right next to an edge, tumbled off of it, and cannonballed headfirst right into The pot. haven't put that thing down since • their first active interaction with the horde of overseers following them was one of the iterators asking them to do a backflip • someone made a song consisting entirely of them nailing lizards on the skulls. NSH listens to it religiously

• they are prone to running into walls. one time they pounced Directly into a wall that was like. 5 centimeters away from their face • they could oneshot Inv • despite the best efforts of like 50 separate iterators, Potscug has never gone into an iterator can. until they came across Pebbles of course ( ꈍᴗꈍ). animal magnet magnets • their left arm is so Fecking Stronk from constantly carryin n swingin that pan around that they could win an arm wrestling match against a red lizard. i believe in them • Potscug Has used the pan as a snowboard Once. they sailed far far away right into a crown of a tree and then needed help getting down • their wawas have a metallic echo to them cuz of the pot. one of the iterators almost broke down cuz of it, they couldn't stop laughing • the overseas iterators think that either an entire continent worth of demigod cousins has finally gone fucking insane or some kind of mythical beast has spawned into existence on the other side of the puddle • when i said they have the mindset of a truck i mean that they've repeatedly threw hands with red centipedes and king vultures. common sense Does Not burden the Potscug • the party-pooper iterators call them a threat to society (this includes Pebbles)

[searchingsomewhere]

All Too Well: Cursed Narrative, 8

{"I don't want you to say that you'll get right. I don't need a lie tonight."}

poly!Gojo x OC x Geto

Cursed Narrative Masterlist

Part 7

The man with the knitted cap bristled. He seemed to weigh his options, clearly daunted by the newcomers. Suguru gently set Miho on the ground to inspect her arm. He looked over at Megumi and Tsumiki, smiling at them reassuringly.

"Is everyone alright?"

"There's a woman back there, and a child. I think both are injured," Miho said, gritting her teeth at the throbbing in her forearm.

Suguru nodded, gently turning her arm to peer at the stab wound.

"It was fun playing with you, sweetheart," the man said loudly, "Till next time."

"I don't think so," Satoru said, raising his hand.

In the same split second, a horde of Flyhead Curses jumped up from the ground, flying right between them. The flock completely blocked out the alley, separating them from the man. Miho tensed, but Suguru only watched the Curses with a leveled stare. Each curse's body twisted and warped, collapsing in on themselves. Their crumbling corpses fell to the ground.

The alley was empty except for the woman lying on the ground and the child cowering in the back. The little boy whipped his head around, crying, before running to his mother's side.

Satoru was watching the sky. He pulled his sunglasses from his pocket and put them on before checking on the woman.

"...Thank you," Miho said quietly.

Suguru's warm hands tightened on her arm in a strangely intimate way. Her breath caught and she looked away. There were several pebbles on the ground in front of them; She opted to count them over and over instead of meeting his hazel gaze.

"Of course," he said, "I'm glad we made it in time."

Megumi and Tsumiki crowded around her, both mouths babbling, hurriedly asking her if she was okay. She smiled at them and reassured them she was fine, reaching over to brush Megumi's dark hair from his eyes.

----

Miho sucked in a pained breath. "Goddamn."

Satoru apologized. His hand was warm over her arm, buzzing with reversed cursed energy. Now that they were home, sitting on the couch facing each other, she could feel the exhaustion creeping in. Megumi and Tsumiki were finally asleep. It had taken some convincing to get them to go to bed, especially Megumi, who's eyes had been trained on her arm all evening.

"Suguru, any word on the lady and her kid?" Miho asked, looking over the back of the couch.

The dark haired man was leaned against the table, arms crossed.

"They're fine. She's got a concussion, but the prognosis is good," he said.

Miho sighed, relieved.

"What's your conclusion?" Satoru asked, keeping his eyes on her wound. It was slowly beginning to close, the skin melding together as if nothing had happened.

Suguru held his chin thoughtfully. "At first it looked like Curse Manipulation, but it felt different. If the beast curse Miho exorcised before we got there was the same as the Flyheads, I'd wager he's creating Curses rather than controlling them."

Satoru nodded, listening. He moved his hand from her arm. The wound was completely gone with not even a mark remaining.

"He made a comment about me protecting the kids," Miho said, her hand moving to grasp Satoru's tightly.

Both men turned to her.

"Like, 'no wonder they have you guarding the kid' or something like that. I think he meant Megumi. Everything changed when he saw him. It was like his first victim didn't matter anymore."

Satoru bit the inside of his cheek. There was something in the back of his mind, an idea that he tried not to give too much attention to. The ramifications of it were large enough to put everyone in the room at stake. Miho met his stare with a glimmer in her eyes that told him she was thinking the same thing.

"...It's Zenin, isn't it?" she asked quietly.

"You think they're dumb enough to go against you?" Suguru looked between them.

"I can't say for sure," Satoru said, "But I also can't say it isn't something they wouldn't try."

The three sat in silence for some time. Miho felt Satoru's hand tighten around hers. When the silence settled in, the air slowly began to change. Suddenly they were no longer simply sitting around, discussing the events of the day. When the business of being a Sorcerer was stripped away, they became a trio of humans with needs and desires, and years of deeply intimate history together. Much of that was left unresolved, simmering under the surface, ready to grow to a boil.

Suguru cleared his throat gently. "I should go. Let me know when you need me again, Satoru."

Satoru's blue eyes met Miho's green stare. It wasn't a matter of when, and the three of them knew that. He swallowed thickly and nodded.

"Yeah. I'll let you know."

Suguru approached the couch. He leaned over the back and grabbed the back of Satoru's head. Satoru barely had time to register the movement before the man's lips were on his own. He uttered a surprised sound, wide eyes slipping close at the soft movement of Suguru's mouth against his. Suguru pulled away and Satoru chased the feeling, breathing heavy.

Suguru leaned down and gently cupped Miho's face, kissing her gently. She was also caught off guard, and yet her hand creeped up to grab the back of his neck. A deep sound rumbled in Suguru's throat and Satoru felt it shoot directly to his member. He grabbed Suguru's arm, ready to pull him over the couch when the dark haired man straightened his back. Miho's face was flush and she looked away, tucking her hair behind her ear.

"Goodnight," Suguru said, voice heavy with a feeling none of them were prepared to vocalize.

When the door clicked closed, the two of them sat in the semi darkness for a minute, both minds buzzing loudly.

[5pebbles4president]

Pebbles, the populous wants to know why you have cats as secret service agents.

FP: Slugcats. They are called slugcats. FP: They are one of two sapient species that exist in my previous world, the other being the scavengers. FP: Unlike scavengers, though, I find them to be tolerable, especially now that I can converse with them freely. FP: Ruffian is a capable combatant, and has dealt with hordes of scavengers while escaping the encounter without a scrape. I trust my safety with them. FP: I won't lie, though; Ruffles is mostly here because of my sister. Still a competent survivor, from what I have seen of them, but they are more adept at running from fights rather than facing them head-on like Ruffian. Though, this may be a useful skill to pull me out of danger. FP: Regardless, I still trust the both of them more with my safety than the other staff of the secret service. I mean no offense, but of course there is some strife between myself and some of your species, and I would rather not risk losing an eye or antenna while I am here. FP: Does this sate your curiosity, citizen?

[vvarden]

@vehxmence

Down here in Blackreach, even a whisper too loud could get you the wrong kind of attention. The blind, mutated mer of these dwemer dungeons had keen hearing; it was only the magic that allowed her to pass so unseen. Enchanted boots alongside the veil of the Mistress of the Nightingales made this easy. Almost.

She'd seen the other figure long before she managed to catch up with them. Couldn't yell at them to get their attention, of course, lest she attract a horde of falmer and chaurus... Wrought with the anxiety that they might have been here for the very same thing she was had her moving quicker, her shape little more than the red glow against pitch-black armor.

Lingering around the far left of a large open gate that led into a clearing, she waited for the stranger to pass the threshold of it. Once they did, she threw a pebble in their direction.

“Hey—” Voice was a sharp whisper, and she dared a few steps closer once she got their attention; her sword was sheathed. “—What in Oblivion are you doing here? You're not a falmer.”

[sanvirtheobserver]

Taking Flight, Chapter 36: Ready Or Not

The BLU Engineer slowly makes his way through the winding caverns. He carefully weaves between stalactites and outcroppings to avoid the various Acolyte patrols and hordes of sleeping Thralls. So much as an ill timed twitch could spell a swift end......... if he's lucky. After a bit of walking, sneaking, and praying, he finally comes across a mound of rocks decorated with discarded weapons and dead chitin. The Engineer was surprised to find a small fat Italian man sitting atop the mound.

Mario: Papers please!

B. Engineer: Uh........ I beg your pardon?

Mario: Mario is in charge of this checkpoint. I need to make sure no unauthorized personnel get in.

Meggy: *sigh* Thanks, Red! I'll take it from here!

Mario: Oh, okay.

Meggy arrives and is quick to usher the Engineer into the base camp. Tari is still in Tödliche's little meeting and shows them the new weapon she had acquired.

Garnet: (You say this thing was covered in a shell when you found it?)

Tari: Yeah. When I picked it up it just started......... molting.

Tödliche: Your energies must have cleansed it. The Hive have a tendency to twist things into how they see fit, corrupting them with their dark arcana. They also have an appetite for anything they can use to enhance said practices. The allure of the Kuva would've proven irresistible.

Tari notices the bottle of Kuva on the Doctor's waist. The churning oil within had the same red shine as the Assailant's "blood." Her mind was quickly drawn to the Assailant itself. There was something wrong about that thing. Something horrible. She couldn't figure out why, but the more details her mind tried to recall, the deeper this pit in her stomach became. A sudden snap from Pietro brings her out of her contemplation.

Pietro: You okay?

Tari: Yeah. Sorry, I got a bit lost there. So how are we gonna deal with these things.

Y. Scout: YO A LITTLE HELP HERE?

Everybody's attention turns to the YLW and RED Scouts carrying the recently recovered RED Heavy. His armored suit is riddled in claw marks, and the visor on his helmet is partially shattered, but he's still alive and in DESPERATE need of medical attention.

Tödliche: If you will excuse me.

Tödliche and the other Medics tend to the RED Heavy. Some time passes before he regains consciousness and explains his recent ordeal to Garnet, Marston, and Tödliche.

R. Heavy: Giant bug appears. It feeds little bugs its blood, making them bigger. Soldier said run, and I did. Had to fight lots of bugs, though. I don't know how long I was running until Scouts found me. Soldier....... I do not think he made it.

Tödliche: A Hive Broodlord capable of producing Kuva. Remarkable.

Marston: You said you fell down there. How did that happen?

R. Heavy: I was pushed off bridge by big monster bug.

Garnet: (A bridge.......... That's right! On our way here, we tried passing over a stone bridge that was guarded by a group of Hive Ogres. That means........)

Marston: We just found the back door.

Everybody is loading up for the next big firefight, with the RED Sniper and YLW Demoman collecting a bunch of discarded Hive weapons for what is likely another hairbrained idea. The BLU Engineer tinkers with his Teleporters as Marston is busy drafting up some battle plans, and the other Demos are wiring the heftiest payloads that they can muster. Meggy takes stock of her ammo, Mario gets in some last minute Spaghetti time, and Tari is currently practicing with her new weapon. It has a bit more heft than what she's used to, but it still packs one helluva punch as it easily shatters a large rock into pebbles. Rufus and Belle watch Tari while Bob and Boopkins rummage through their loot.

Rufus: *whistles* Glad she's on our side.

Belle: Not to long ago she wouldn't hurt a fly. Now here she is getting ready to crack some skulls.

Bob: I guess we've all had that wimpy cringe phase at some point.

He turns to Boopkins, who is currently playing with his anime figurines.

Boopkins: What?

Marston: LADIES AND GENTLEMAGGOTS, MAY I HAVE YOUR ATTENTION PLEASE!

Everyone gathers in front of the commander, with Garnet and Tödliche by his side. Pietro and Soldine just watch on the side.

Marston: Today has been one of the greatest challenges we have ever faced. It took an immense effort to get where we are now, when most others would be unable to withstand such a struggle......... or give so much to do so.

He places his hand on the five badges hanging on the chain around his neck. He turns back to the crowd with a fire in his eye.

Marston: But we are not like most.We stare death in the face and laugh! We embrace danger as we would an old friend! We grab fear by the balls and hurl it off a cliff! We have the eye of a tiger, the heart of a lion, the wings of an eagle, and the silent majesty of a kraken! We are mercenaries, and we won't let some overgrown mutant bug zombies stand in the way of our glory! With God as our witness, Saint Peter as our judge, the archangels as our jury, and the devil himself as our executioner, we will fight, and we will WIN!

Garnet tosses Marston a shotgun, and he gives it a good rack.

Marston: So what do you say, boys!? Let's give these maggots a good old fashioned MANN CO WELCOME!

The crowd roars with fervorous jubilance. Even Soldine can't help but crack a little smile, though he quickly returns to his "cold hard badass" look as soon as he sees Pietro's sny smirk.

Pietro: What?

Soldine says nothing as he marches off. Tari and her friends are just about ready when Tödliche catches her attention.

Tödliche: I trust you are ready for the raid ahead?

Tari: As ready as one can be.

Tödliche: Excellent........ Say, is it alright if I were to make a small request?

Tari: Uh...... sure.

Tödliche: Once this is over, I would like for you to show me those ruins you found earlier. I'd like to make some observations before I take my leave.

Tari: Oh, okay. Will do.

Tödliche: Danke.

And so he takes his leave. His lingering aura leaves a deep sense of unease with Tari and the others.

Clench: Well THAT sure wasn't foreboding at all.

Boopkins: Does anybody else think there is something weird with that guy?

Mario: Hm............. NAH it's probably nothin'.

Some time passes, and the whole party makes it to the stone bridge. The BLU Engineer sets up some teleporters on the north side of the bridge before turning to Tari and the GRN Soldier.

B. Engineer: Once you're down there, just lay down the exits and they'll set themselves up in a wink. We'll be right behind you.

The two share a nod as they pick up a tool box in each hand. Tari is the first to make the descent as she floats down on her wings, followed by the GRN Soldier with his parachute. It takes a minute or two before they reach the bottom.Over time the lining of the cave walls transitions from natural rock faces to ossified carved walls. The fluttering of small wings can be heard as the moths fly around them. They seem to be attracted to the glow of Tari's wings. Eventually they land on a carved walkway, illuminated by the pale glow of a hanging chandelier. They lay down the tool boxes, which spring open as the exit teleporters begin to take shape. The two take a moment to examine their surroundings. The structures that surrounded them exude an ancient aura. Archaic architecture bears a sharpened semblance of aggression. Their designs have been honed to a fine edge, a testament to the malice of those who follow the Sword Logic.

G. Soldier: Look alive. God knows what's waiting for us down there.

Topside, we see Belle and Tödliche having a little conversation. Though they both wished to keep it civil, there was a palpable sense of tension between the two.

Tödliche: I can assure you, I have no ill intentions planned.

Belle: Then what's your angle? Out of the FIVE of us who have been there, why choose her?

Tödliche: Well, I believe the answer is obvious. Her "gifts" were what allowed you to enter the tomb in the first place, ya? It's possible that if there's anything else that's hidden there, she will be the one to find it.

Belle: I hope you understand if I have some trouble taking you at your word.

Tödliche: Alright, let me put it this way. I, Doctor Tödliche Heilung, hearby swear upon the Hypocratic Oath that no harm shall befall your friend. If I were to break this vow, then you have every right to execute me where I stand.

Their conversation is interrupted by the teleporters whirring to life. Marston readies his shotgun and turns to face the rest of the party.

Marston: Look alive, it's showtime!

He is the first in, followed by Garnet, Soldine, and Pietro. Belle maintains a steely glare with Tödliche for another moment.

Tödliche: I trust you will remember my vow.

Belle: Oh, don't worry. I will.

She readies her Handcannons as she makes her leave. Tödliche adjusts his glasses and follows suit as the party enters the nest below.

[tinyshe]

Garden Report & Frugal Living 24.05.25

The weather has been about as predictable as my vigor and agility. Some days I garden from the window, moaning about why do all the limbs that need to be trimmed are the only ones with an abundance of fruit? where did that plant come from (did I really plant that there?!!). Getting actively passionate about the rodents not only digging up the beans and sweet peas but literally throwing them almost a meter away from where I had planted them. Then getting sidetracked with the wonders of the rhododendrons that are blooming overhead or the wondrous green hazel leaves creating a dancing dapple shade... so much to do.

I need to be out in the grow boxes but limited on my part. Staying closer to the house, I have to be content with creating a couple of window boxes. One is full of overly gaudy and bright flowers and the other dainty fairy like blooms. I still have some veg starts to lay in. I need some help with sawing brush piles and beating back bamboo and vinca periwinkles that are a raging horde.

The hens are outraged that I won't let them out every time I appear for a moment outside. There is just too much chaos with the neighbors and their animals to let me feel they are safe unattended. More than once I have had to rescue a frightened hen due to the neighbors and their dog. Not being a trusting person of other's abilities/ lack of doing the right thing, it is too much stress letting the hens run about. I am contemplating Escallonia shrubs for a hedge barrier. Wonderful for bees and birds, evergreen which unfortunately the rodents like to live under unless trimmed up which defeats the properties of a dense ground to sky thicket like hedge. But then, that is just more things to tend and trim.

The cherry plums are almost ready. If we could get a couple of warm days, we'd be in them. The nettles are not as thick as last year. The shade has gotten deeper over their bed so they are not as robust. Its might be time to lift them and move to another space.

Got some recycled cinder blocks and considering making a tower of sorts ... a nest for my poor little crambe who is languishing away in an inadequate plastic pot .... sorry and neglect amoung the Chinese chives! But with all the roly poly pill/sow bugs to eat soil matters and plants from the bottoms up, its a matter not only of aesthetically pleasing but easy lift and replenish as the soil that magically gets digested away in a million little tummies. Sun is also a must which is at a premium in the garden. News flash: Black salsify, also known as oyster root, viper's herb, Spanish salsify, or a serpent root (formerly known as Scorzonera hispanica) that I planted long ago (like years!) is so robust and may bloom! This is exciting as that it has struggled for years. I let a burdock root take hold in the same pot last year and it must have stimulated it. I wish my camera worked! It is so exciting to me and I wish I could share the joy through pictures!

So my frugal tip is again garden bound ... I really hope I haven't told you about this (I think about things too much then get lost in the 'did I say that out loud already?'). Anyway, for deeper watering needs/ prevent water run off cut the bottom out of juice/water bottles jugs (plastic), dig hole and bury with just a little lip showing. Water through filling the home made root funnel. You can fill with small stones/pebbles or glass bauble blobs from florist/craft store if you don't like the open pit look or even scallop/ lace cut the funnels for a more decorative frill.

Garden on my friends, whether its from the grow box, window box, little pot, counter top sprouts or your imagination in a dream, get out there and enjoy it.

[ask-carmenpondiego]

Hi! You seem like somepony who has travelled a lot, seen a lot, but I wonder... Have you heard a lot? Or, well, to rephrase; Out of all the places you've visited, where have you been the most struck by the local music?

Oooh you’re going to make me choose?? Theres so many!! I could say Mongolia for their throat singing, or back in time around the 1600’s for some shanties by Toruga, or over to Ireland for some catchy folk music. Then theres the whole festivities by Brewfest right outside Orgrimmar city, I’m partial to the horde faction, myself..

but I think the most one that I’ve heard that stuck in my head was a little tune over in No Man’s Land, where a single man had a bounty of $$60 million double dollars to be captured dead or alive. People called him a stampede, or typhoon.. either way he had great taste in red coats. Too bad he keeps getting bullet holes in it. But the tune was sung by the locals here and there, especially by this Typhoon fellow. The people called it Sound Life.

Here are the lyrics:

“So… on the first celestial evening

a pebble from somewhere out of nowhere drops upon the dreaming world

So… on the second celestial evening

all the children of the pebble held hands and composed a waltz

So…

On the third celestial evening

The children’s waltz spawned rippling waves across the waking world

So…

On the fourth celestial evening

The waves showered the ground upon which every child wandered

So…

On the fifth celestial evening

The showers on the earth became its beacon of existence

So…

On the sixth celestial evening

The beacon shined across the skies reaching to weary travelers

So…

On the seventh eventide

The travelers raced like weightless clouds – a ship of restless dreamers

So…

On the eighth morning my dreams

From somewhere out of nowhere woke to songs our souls were singing

Now…

The song our souls were singing

echo under clear blue skies that guide the life of every being.”

[rodeoxqueen]

AWAS-Awakening (Teaser)

“When hundreds and hundreds of years had passed, so had the crown to the demon king. Destruction and subjugation ensued, temples were destroyed and texts set aflame. 

For centuries, the proclamations of God had never been uttered or remembered. 

In front of the Death’s Valley where no man dared walk through, stood a cave. No way had it been made by nature’s ignorance. 

The valley bore no vegetation, bone-dry and hostile to all delicate life forms. 

The inside of the cave had never been seen by anyone, cobwebs and dust all along the exterior. Not even the day the great mountain had fallen all those years before had anything witnessed its creation. Any person would be confounded by the large boulder that stood in the front of the cave entrance. It would be impossible to budge and no number of humans or explosives could ever open it. Old vines and rocks decorated the entrance of the cave. 

While humanity existed miles away, steering clear of the taboo landform and living their own short mundane lives, a single mouse scuttled about the ground before the cave. A few pebbles fell from the top and scattered, startling the mouse. The rodent stood on its hind legs, nose twitching at the curious change in the atmosphere. Something was moving nearby, not a snake nor a hawk. 

A golden luminescence was seen from the crevices of the cave, the light alerting the mouse that something was truly present. More rocks shifted off the top of the cave, grinding noises echoing through the valley. The steady noise of the once considered immovable boulder continued, the darkness of the interior finally exposed to the world. 

The creature had long escaped the event, soon to be plucked away by some predator. 

In the shadows, a hand gripped the side of the cave, embracing the sun’s warmth in what seemed like forever. The Nephil had awakened. Stumbling from the darkness, they entered the light of the new millennia. 

In tears, the last thing the Nephil felt was their father falling from the sky, followed by the horde of fallen angels. Their brothers, twisted by demonic immorality, had twisted their own wings off and broken their halos into carved horns. They pierced God and gored his flesh, pushing him down into the mountains they once called home. Their father had not fought to his end and fell into the afterlife. His flesh torn apart like carrion, his unseeing eyes stared blankly at the rocky land he once deemed his own collapsing into jagged canyons. All anyone could hear was the demonic laughter and sickening crunches as the ones holy and full of light beings allowed themselves to feast on the flesh of the once worshiped. 

In the broad daylight, God’s dream of redeeming his heritage had shriveled like a raisin in the sun. The Nephil screamed and cried as they felt their brothers and father’s grace leave them, like ripping their heartstrings into shreds and shrouding them in darkness.  Light flashed through the crevices of their stone tomb, shaking rocks as alien symbols carved themselves onto the stones the light touched. The valley went silent. 

“The one born to the crown of the rising sun shall awaken to the new horizon and bring the light upon darkness once more.” God thought as he fell through the earth. His words carved themselves onto the great stones that surrounded the fallen Nephil. 

The humans watched the scene with fright. It was once believed that the great winds would never make a mountain bow. They were wrong. And as the united monstrosities flew out of the jagged valley, the mortals found there was no one to pray to. Death and suffering dried the land of the fruit it once bore.

- “Emerge with the new dawn. I will always be with you.” -

THE NEPHILIM WILL RETURN.......AWAS WILL BE UPDATED SOON. 

[nerbs-the-word]

OC INTRO - Pebble

Thought I'd share my first OC here, because I was bored. Pebble is a D&D character that I play in my friend's campaign, and she occupies my heart. Short story under the cut :) If you have any questions, comments, concerns, crises, conundrums or calamities, I'd love to hear them. Or even just constructive criticism helps too, I'm always looking to improve.

A thud; more of a slapping noise, rang from the cool cobbles as Pebble's bare feet touched down on the streets of New Hoshar. Her face; half obscured by tightly wound cloth that stretched from her forehead to across the bridge of her nose, was warmed by the rising morning sun; a feeling Pebble grew to love. Her rough, calloused hands gripped the side of the small apothecary as she took in her surroundings; calls of 'good morning!' rang in her ears, the smells of freshly baking bread permeated her nostrils. And a tug at her hair gave more information; the visual kind. OTHER - LEFT - RIGHT - BUSY - GATHER - FOOD - SAFE Pebble nodded, signaling back to her Chwinga companions with her hand, knowing they could see it even without line of sight; they were unusual like that. Magical, like Scoria was. YES - WAIT - CHECK - DANGER She directed her focus over towards 'left right', which was what would be called a 45 degree angle by anyone of the 'civilized' world. A steady clicking; a sound she associated with footwear on stone. Someone was walking somewhere. DANGER - GONE That one almost stung with how violent the ragdoll-sized elemental creatures pulled. The young earth genasi woman was tempted to give them a piece of her mind, but they were right. A growl of discontent emanated from her abdomen, and she knew she would have to go find something to eat that her larger companions would find objectionable. And Pebble knew they were picky; seabirds and discarded food were perfectly edible, they just refused to eat it. Bread it was. Those thoughts were pushed to the back of her mind as, following a deep breath in, a burst of unnatural speed overtook her, bolting from the alleyway she was stalking her prey in. Her chest rose and fell with each step forward, affixed exclusively on the prospect of breakfast. And as soon as her bout of speed started, she skidded to a stop, silent as a fox. Her hand quickly danced between all the aromatic baked goods before her palm, the sudden decision overwhelming the young woman, before she swiped down, felt the warm crust in her grasp, and dashed once again, back where she came from. A soft sigh of relief escaped her lips as she put the roll between her teeth; realizing now that her hand was horribly sticky. An unknown, vicious substance was running across her hand, likely from the confectionary she had just stolen. A smell of her hand, and then a taste, revealed that not only was this safe to eat, but it tasted extremely good to a set of taste buds accustomed to smoked meat and foraged greens. Sweet, subtly earthy and warm. One last deep breath was enough to get her to jump up, her fingertips digging into the masonry beneath them as she began a climb. It was harder than a rocky outcropping or a tree, not having any handholds, but it was doable. With a grunt, she pulled her upper body onto the tiled roof, her slender legs soon following. And once again she was bathed in the light of the morning sun, feeling its warm rays dance across her face. Even the bottom of her legs were kept at a cozy temperature as the tiles under them warmed in the light. She took a hold of the baked good the people she stole it from would call a cinnamon roll in her mouth, and bit down, ripping the chunk out like a feral animal. A small smile of contentment and satisfaction crossed her face; the survivalist survives yet another day. Accompanying her would be a swarm; a horde of her friends; dozens of dark silhouettes with white masks. These figures climbed, sat, and lounged across the much larger body of Pebble, themselves already tuckered out from the morning's activities. She'd let them rest for now, even if they wanted to sprawl out in her hands, spilling between her fingers like water through a sieve. She'd be wanted back at the inn by Scoria later in the day, but for now, she would enjoy her hard-earned meal, and the sunrise.

[welaradawn]

Currencies of Welara

Equestrian Bit 

In many ways the Equestrian Bit is considered the world standard, and many other countries (specifically those with large pony populations) use it as their official currency.

The Bit is a thick, heavy Golden coin, with an equally heavy Silver denomination.

Bits do not come in Copper, nor Platinum, however, their sheer heft means that they are valued at twice the worth of the equivalent Welaren coin. (Welaren Value 2x)

Welaren Crown

Welarens are unusual amongst primarily pony states, in that they mint their own currency, and are damn proud of the fact. The only other pony nation, in the current era, to do so is Unicornia.

The Welaren Crown is a slightly oblong coin, with a square whole in the center. It is common for Welarens to loop string or chains through these holes in lieu of carrying their coins in a pouch.

Welaren coins come in Platinum, Gold, Silver, and Copper, but all of them are composed primarily of silver, except for copper, which is indeed pure copper.

Gryphon Ducat and Fiat

Gryphons actually mint more than one form of currency, however the term Ducat refers specifically to the golden coins, while Fiat refers to a sort of ceramic disc that Gryphons carry while abroad.

The Ducat is a wide, but  extremely thin and soft golden coin, with a very small hole in the center. Along the coin's edges are notches.

The Ducat is meant to be cut into pieces, and as such, no silver, or copper variations of this coin exist. A whole complete Gryphon Ducat is worth roughly half the value of a Welaren Crown (Welaren Value 1/2) 

Fiats

The Fiat is a thin, but sturdy ceramic disc that has no value of its own, but is often traded amongst Gryphons outside of their territory, as if it were gold. Fiats can then be exchanged for Ducats upon return home.

A Fiat is considered to be roughly the value of 20 Ducats, and can be broken as needed, in much the same fashion as a Ducat.

Fiats are not considered currency in most of the world, as the Gryphon empire does not recognise non-Gryphons as persons, and thus will not exchange Fiats for Ducats to them.

Zebran Birr

In an odd quirk, Zebra always shared nearly identical currencies with the Abyssinian people, such to the point that both nations now use the same shared currency.

The Zebran Birr is a bronze coin, of varying sizes, depending on its worth. The standard Birr has about the same weight and heft of a Golden Equestrian Bit, but with rounded soft edges, giving it the appearance of a pebble made of bronze.

As Birrs are only made of copper, they don't tend to be valued very highly. They are worth about the same amount as a Welaren Copper piece, with lesser denominations having exceedingly lower value. (Welaren Value 1% or lower)

Unicornian Drachma

The ponies of Unicornia never stopped using their ancient currency, in their isolation.

The Unicornian Drachma is a heavy golden coin with a heavily ridged edge, and an intricate relief in three dimensions. Unlike other currencies, the Unicornian Drachma also acts as a magical sponge or battery of sorts, capable of holding and releasing small amounts of magic (up to 1st level spells).

Other nations will not trade actively in Unicornian Drachmas, and Unicornia refuses to trade in any other form of currency. Officially speaking, Unicornian Drachmas have no value as coins, but... because of their rarity, and their unusual properties, they have been known to sell for very high amounts to collectors and spellcasters, alike. (Welaren Value either 0 or 100x + )

A Note on Dragon's Hordes - Dragons in their own nation have no currency of their own, and mint no currency, instead, they regularly actively trade valuable gemstones with other nations, specifically to acquire precious metals for their hordes