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A Fairy in Everlasting

Feverfew Mole on Patreon made two donations but only one request, but it’s okay, because I went long with it. I suspect because I had Everlasting on my mind already (for Reasons) and so this happened. Don’t hate me.

Request was: a fairy walks into Everlasting Cuppa

Content tags: mention of homophobia/queer phobia as well as in-universe anti-being prejudice. Spoilers for Treasure for Treasure and His Mossy Boy. (and maybe Little Wolf??? But only slightly and vaguely?) um, some pining I suppose. Of a sort. Sorry not sorry. It is necessary.

Note: this is probably going to end up changed a bit and put into the new thing which is on my mind currently (see above) so… like Albert says, sometimes you have to wait a while.

A Fairy in Everlasting

Downtown Everlasting was the sort of place travel guides would deem quaint: small buildings and shops in white and faded pastels, neat and orderly sidewalks, old-fashioned street lamps, not a chain store in sight. The downtown was centered around a plaza of brick paths and decorative trees and benches that might have been in any small town if not for the statue of a dragon that had pride of place.

Outside of those few blocks, Everlasting was a tiny town overlooking a bay, with old abandoned canneries visible as one drove into town and wilderness on every other side. The skies above were gray, the mountains green with endless redwoods, the fog was everywhere and nowhere, and the ocean water was chilly blue.

It was beautiful.

Not even the frozen rain that began and ended with no warning could make Pansy think otherwise.

“Civilization and nature in one delightful package,” he said aloud into his phone, recording his impressions so he wouldn’t forget them later. He hadn’t even gotten to the dragons yet, which was the reason most people, including Grimsby, had assumed he’d wanted to come here.

With the attack on the dragon and the resulting court case in the news, the town of Everlasting was under discussion around the country in a way it possibly had never been. The only things keeping more busybodies away was the long drive required to get here, the lingering winter weather, and very likely a fear of the dragons themselves.

Lots of people thought of themselves as accepting, or on the side of one Zarrin Xu, wounded dragon, but the idea of being near dragons would have remained intimidating even if the dragons had been poor; the obscenely rich were their own danger.

Luckily, Pansy was not obscenely rich and never would be and at least never had to worry about that. He darted to a shop window lit with white fairy lights to peer at the antiques and curiosities on display—or would have darted, but his bulky parka and thermal pants beneath his jeans did not allow much darting.

Not the ideal ensemble for a fairy, and especially not to Pansy’s tastes when he did have to wear clothes, but it was so blasted cold up here, and there was so little sun. He very grateful that Grimsby had insisted he take his sun lamp on this adventure of theirs. Pansy would use it later when he returned to their hotel room and woke up the sleeping lump on the other bed.

The only reason he hadn’t woken Grimsby before leaving this morning was that they’d arrived in Everlasting late the night before and poor Grims had done all the driving to get there and deserved some extra rest. Also, no fairy would get very far making friends if they expected everyone to sleep—or not sleep—the way they did.

The shop was not open for the day yet. A pity, but Pansy could investigate it later. He had weeks to explore Everlasting if he wanted. He’d burned with curiosity since first seeing an overhead picture of the town and his brief peek into the town’s history had only convinced him that this was the place to go for atmosphere for his next book or two.

“Everything is set in the city,” he had explained to Queeny, Ginger, Dahlia, and the rest at the impromptu party they’d thrown for him and Grims before they’d left. “Except for the historical shorts. People will get bored. And anyway, what says mystery-romance more than an isolated, foggy, rainy town on the coast?”

They had not been convinced but Pansy had known he was right the second Grims had driven them past the wooden sign announcing they were entering Everlasting, the gloriously decrepit canneries and piers off to one side, the bay beyond that.

The cold, however, was a bit much. He’d have to get better gloves. His fingerless gloves, knitted himself, could not withstand the wet chill.

He chewed his lip, tasting birthday cake-flavored lip gloss, and turned from that window to continue down the sometimes-foggy street in search of people and warmth.

It wasn’t that early, although he imagined all children would be in school and most adults would have gone to work, probably leaving town to do so. Something had to pay for those big homes in the foothills, or the carefully maintain Victorians scattered throughout the area. Not everyone could live in the tinier homes closer to the water that he’d glimpsed on his walk from the hotel.

Several crows perched on a streetlamp ahead of him, their beady eyes reminding Pansy of the stares from the desk clerk at the hotel when he and Grimsby had walked into the lobby. Pansy had assumed that was because of Grimsby—Grims was only a were, and they were always big. Grims was just blessed with the worst RBF known to being and humankind. He’d probably frightened the poor girl, which was why Pansy had stepped forward to discuss the reservation and take care of the details.

Maybe that had surprised her too, a fairy doing that. Pansy was quite organized, all things considered, but recording things did help, as did having a best friend around to poke him and offer reminders.

But none of that explained her staring, or the stares from the new desk clerk this morning. Or how the mailman leaving the post office building had nodded an absent greeting to Pansy before doing a double take and giving him a far more piercing look.

Pansy paused at the next available shop window to peer down at his blue and indigo parka, and then, thoughtfully, at his painted yellow fingernails. A town that was used to dragons surely wouldn’t object to a fairy, or so he’d assumed. But dragons were special to humans as fairies weren’t. Powerful. People made exceptions for power. Maybe with everyone else, older human prejudices remained.

Pansy raised his gaze to study his face, making a kissy face at himself after brushing his purple-lavender bangs from his face. “Gorgeous, darling,” he assured himself, and turned from the window with a bit more determination. “And you’ll heal if anything happens,” he added, quieter, glancing up when the crows above him cawed.

He nodded. “Exactly.” Pansy didn’t get where he was by showing fear.

And if he did feel fear, well, he’d brought a mean-looking were to hide behind.

Speaking of, in addition to wanting to warm up a bit, Pansy should find some hot food and coffee to take back to his growly bestie. Although Grimsby would likely abandon him in favor of some godawful hike through the mountains before too long. Possibly even today, once the fresh air hit him.

The staring, stumbling morning desk clerk had told him there was a coffeeshop in the downtown area. A short walk, she’d said. Pansy had just gotten distracted. But he saw it now, a bright orange glow shining through glass windows and piercing the fog like a beacon.

Everlasting Cuppa. Naturally, not a corporate chain. Something local and hopefully good, although if any place should take coffee seriously, it should be a café in a freezing cold town known for rain. And dragons. But rain in this case.

Pansy sighed happily and opened the door to step inside. The blessed warmth of a coffee shop greeted him and he nearly opened his arms wide to hug the air currently being heated by a heating system, several coffee machines, and ooh, “A fire!”

They had a fireplace in the seating area. He loved this coffeeshop already.

The person in line in front of him turned at his exclamation, turned back, then did a doubletake.

Another one. Pansy frowned and tried to remember his reflection earlier. With his knitted beanie on, the tips of his ears hadn’t been visible. His wings were obviously hidden by his parka. He was dressed—fully dressed even. And his eyes looked dark brown at first glance.

Maybe it was his hair. Maybe this was the sort of town that hadn’t discovered how humans could vibrantly dye their hair yet.

Or maybe he looked like the pansy he was, and they would have stared even without seeing his wings.

Pansy narrowed his eyes. Ignoring the knot of anxiety in his chest, he pulled off his beanie and shoved it in his coat pocket. Then he ruffled his silky, choppy hair and stared ahead at the display cabinets and the counter and coffee machines and the menu board above it all.

Well, he intended to stare at them, to pointedly mind his own business the way some prejudiced humans could not. Only… only the shine.

Holy shit, Pansy thought helplessly, stunned by his first glimpse behind the counter.

The human at the register was…. Pansy was no shine-chaser though he’d take it when he found it, but the human at the register was exquisite. Oh, average height and pretty as a wedding cake, all warm tones and tattoos and sensitive eyes, a meal of a human boy, no mere snack. But his shine. It filled the space around him, gray and green and brown, chilly blue and iron red. As though he’d taken Everlasting’s colors for his own and made them brighter.

But then, behind and to one side of him, his back to Pansy, was another human of absolutely radiant pale blue and pinks, at such odds with the flaming red hair that it shouldn’t have worked and yet somehow did. He wasn’t as bright but his shine was soft, so soft that Pansy wanted to reach out to pet it.

Pink-and-blue turned his head, smiling crookedly and with infinite adoration at a larger figure waiting to one side. For his drink, Pansy would have assumed if a thought could have fully formed in that moment when he looked to that man and saw… not a man.

Like glimpsing a dragon on the news and seeing more, seeing other, around it. But this was no dragon. This was… a cop.

Pansy blinked several times but the large echo of feeling, of size and strength and wild, swaying shadows, remained around the cop. The big, square-jawed sort of cop, with glasses that did not hide eyes of blazing inhuman blue when the man glanced over toward Pansy and froze.

“Darling, what the hell?” Pansy asked out loud helplessly. “I’ve heard of firebirds having something even humans can see but that’s nothing to you.” He turned to the two shiny lovelies behind the counter who were now also utterly still and staring at Pansy and not in the way he was usually stared at.

Pansy was abruptly back in grade school, one of two beings in the whole school. He nearly winced reflexively as though a dodge ball was coming his way.

Then the whatever-he-was cop said, “I’ve got to go. Sorry,” to the pink and blue one, who had enormous hazel eyes and more freckles than Pansy did. He blinked those eyes when the cop moved away, not even waiting for his coffee.

The blue eyes did not meet Pansy’s as the cop skirted around him and slipped out the door.

“Goodness,” Pansy murmured before facing the rest of the room again.

The first one at the counter, the shiniest of shinies—and oh, oh what did that mean in a town of dragons?—recovered first. “Good day to you too, Forrester,” he said, apparently to the recently departed cop.

“His drink,” the soft shiny added, almost forlorn. But his attention returned to Pansy almost immediately.

On this side of the counter, several customers were waiting either to order or for their drinks. One, an older woman with the steadiest shine Pansy had ever seen, and rather wonderfully butch, gave Pansy a short smile. Pansy beamed back at her in relief; finally, a sensible human with good taste.

Behind the counter was a doorway, presumably to an employees-only area, although a tall figure came out of the doorway and went right behind the counter to the coffee machine. A pretty young wolf, which would delight Grimsby, who hated to shift and run alone. The young wolf had a vibrant shine, as they tended to, moonlight silver, with red-gold sparks around a hole in the center.

“Oh.” Pansy knew what that meant. The precious angel was so young and had lost a mate already. But he smiled at his coworkers and took the drink he’d made himself toward the back, as if he’d just come in for that. Then he saw Pansy and stopped.

“A fairy,” he said warmly, one more sensible person in this town, and kind despite his loneliness.

Pansy fluttered forward as best as he could with his wings in their parka prison. “Does this place attract the shiny?” he asked in a bit of a daze at so much of it in one place. “Do the dragons do it? Or import them or something?”

Mentioning the dragon made the silence worse, or maybe just made Pansy notice it for the first time as some of his dazzled senses began to calm down.

He faced the meal at the register, who cleared his throat and said, “Sorry,” in a low voice. “I just don’t think a fairy has ever been in Everlasting before.”

“And I’m the first!” Pansy was delighted, if a little trepidatious. He tossed his head to show his hair to best effect, that it would matter to this one. Now that Pansy was closer, it was clear that this one, and the other shiny for that matter, had the stamp of claims on them. Their hearts might be open to many things, but they were deeply loved, and by something powerful. Somethings, Pansy supposed, unless Zarrin Xu or the other dragons of Everlasting were hoarding people.

Ah. He glanced to the rabbit-soft human. The mysterious cop who had made him smile.

“That’s all right,” he offered in return, a little too late to pretend he hadn’t also been staring at them. “I’ve never seen so much shine in one place outside of the May Day fest in Madera when all the fairies gather to welcome spring.”

“I thought you were an elf at first,” Rabbit-soft volunteered. “But I’ve only seen one with, uh, I was going to say dyed, but you know, the colored hair.”

Pansy nearly shimmied for him. “Sweetness, your hair has color too. Flames to put a fairy to shame.” Rabbit-soft blushed too, a dark pink that Pansy could probably get darker if he tried. But he took pity. “My wings are under my coat. Your town has been lovely so far but so cold.” He shivered dramatically.

“Is that why?” The fantastic butch wondered. “Why fairies never come here?” she elaborated. “We did used to wonder. Unless it was the dragons keeping you out.”

Pansy shrugged. “I’d imagine dragons are indifferent to fairies, unless they think of them the way so many humans do.” He dragged that out at the end, letting them all think about the reputation that fairies had because he should have some fun in this town if they weren’t going to kill him or hurt him or run him out on a rail. “Tell me,” he leaned in toward her and batted his eyelashes, “what are the best sweet treats here for me? And where in town can I get a good, big breakfast to go for a friend of mine?” He glanced down to her sensible shoes and cuffed jeans and then back up. “And where’s the hardware store so I can get heat packs to put in my shoes and my gloves? Help me, gorgeous. I’m freezing.”

Her snorted laugh seemed to surprise even her. But then she pointed behind her. “Down the street that way. For the hardware store. Bold, aren’t you?”

She loved him. Pansy knew it. “The name is Pansy, oh love of my life. And when your name is Pansy, then a pansy you shall be.”

She cackled, and—be still Pansy’s heart—the pretty human at the register cracked a smile too. It was only for a second, but Pansy had seen it and his wings did their best to flutter despite himself.

“You could explore the park,” he suggested, “you and your friend. It’s open to the public.” He inched back and briefly seemed worried. “But we should probably tell Zarrin first.”

So he knew the dragon from the news. Perhaps that was the dragon who loved him so. That was good. Anyone going through what that dragon was going through should have a shiny, loyal pretty to cling to.

“I’m not a hiker really, not a serious one. I am more the kind to walk around to look at the view and maybe have a picnic. But my friend is, and I’ll pass that along, unless you think we’ll step on some toes. And ah, your sweetest, hottest, largest latte please. I’m not picky. Just cold.”

He gave the tip of his nose a furtive little rub to help warm it faster.

“I’m used to snow,” volunteered the young wolf, “but there’s something about rain that can make the air feel colder.”

“Are you staying in Everlasting long?” Rabbit-soft jumped in. None of the employees had nametags. It was the first time Pansy had ever thought employees should, just so he could meet them all properly.

“As long as it takes,” Pansy answered. “That sounds too mysterious. As long as we feel like, I should say. Until we get bored, probably.”

“Oh good. Jessie would be bummed if she didn’t get to meet you,” Rabbit-soft explained.

“Martin,” sighed the golden-warm one who named dragons freely, “he’s not an exhibit.”

“What?” Martin turned to Pansy guiltily. “Oh no, sorry. It’s just she loves out-of-towners. Especially the cool ones. Although you’re hot, so she’ll probably also…” He stopped, closed his mouth, and began to turn pink again. “That is, I mean,” he glanced to his coworker, then down. “You’re hot,” he said at last.

“Darling.” Pansy meant it. “In another life, I would take you out back and blow your… mind… for that compliment. But I’m not taking this parka off now for anybody. Anyway, you’ve got a big Taken sign all over you.” The pink grew darker. If this town was full of people like him, Pansy was going to have a treat of a time here. “Don’t worry. I’m only teasing. I’m no threat to your dragon.”

“My dragon?” Martin echoed, strangled.

“Or whatever,” Pansy replied, slowly and thoughtfully.

Perhaps to distract him, the one from the register moved around Martin to go to the espresso machine to make Pansy’s latte.

Pansy glanced around the room, full of somewhat tense, shiny people, all of whom had gone suspiciously silent again. This town was the perfect setting for a mystery. He had known it from the first second he’d heard the name. And now, having met some of them, in the little coffeeshop the locals loved, radiant with shine and happiness, he knew this town was also the perfect place to set a romance.

Oh he was going to get so much inspiration and have so much fun. Grimsby should never doubt him.

“Thank you.” No one had charged him but he put cash down by the register and stepped over to get his drink, which he held in his hands without putting the lid on it, so it would warm his fingers and cool enough to be sippable.

“Keep asking Ralph to let us try lavender simple syrup,” his wonderful server informed him, sweetly gruff, “but we don’t have it now. But that’s the French vanilla, with no artificial sweeteners. The weres,” he glanced back to the young wolf who hadn’t left, “apparently can taste the fake flavoring. So we have these now. I don’t know that I taste the difference but then, they do also taste better somehow.”

“This is the coffeeshop to go to, I can tell.” Pansy inhaled vanilla again appreciatively.

A chime rang out as a new customer walked in.

“I don’t know what has Forrester in a mood,” someone declared in a calm but very amused tone, “but he came tearing into the station without his usual coffee in hand. So I figured I’d get it for him for the sake of everyone in his sarcasm blast radius and maybe treat myself at the same time. It’s Tuesday,” the calmly amused person added, “Treat Yourself Tuesday is a thing. I’ve just decided.”

He seemed almost merry. Pansy turned, half expecting to see an elf or the sort of roly-poly older human man who delighted in telling silly jokes to strangers. But it wasn’t either. It was another cop. Human, certainly, and smaller than the other, inhuman one. He had a ruddy brown complexion and dark eyes. Average height for a human man. Regular-looking in nearly every way.

But his colors.

His colors.

The ringing, crystal clear, mountain spring purity of them, even as they melded and merged and moved together around him. They were not a shining beacon. Not overwhelmingly bright like the others here but clear. Blue and gray and white, all of them so astonishingly distinct and clear that it was as if a light was coming from behind him. As though he was a beam of light that only Pansy could see.

His wings struggled against the parka.

Pansy stumbled clumsily forward.

The man’s eyes fixed on him with obvious surprise, his gaze drifting up toward Pansy’s hair with a little blink, then falling to one of his ears and the chain cuffs Pansy wore since ear-piercing was impossible.

The man put his head back, then glanced away from Pansy to the others before looking at Pansy again. “A fairy in Everlasting? Well, the times they are a’changin’.”

Pansy couldn’t seem to manage a darling. “Apparently, I was meant to come here.”

“Really?” asked the human politely. “Well of course you’d come right in here. It’s a popular place.” He didn’t say, for beings, but Pansy thought he heard it. “Welcoming,” the man added with a smile. “And the best coffee. So you’ll probably be a regular soon like everyone else. Excuse me.” He was polite about that too, stepping around Pansy to get to the counter.

As if Pansy weren’t pretty. As if Pansy weren’t the handsomest, most gorgeous creature he’d ever seen.

Pansy slowly turned on his heel to stare at the clear, pure colors of his happiness who didn’t even look back at him.

Then the young wolf was suddenly next to him, leading him to the table where he could add more sugar to his coffee if he wanted or grab a lid. The wolf grabbed the lid for him. “I’d say get it for here, but Schmitty is going to get his to go.”

“Schmitty,” Pansy echoed. Schmitty. Like some sort of old-timey newspaperman’s name. It was horrible how charming that might be.

“It might not be that bad,” the wolf said, as soft as his rabbity coworker, the wolf who’d lost his mate—or perhaps not. “Sometimes, you have to wait a while. That’s all.”

“Wait a while?” Pansy was not the wolf here and yet he howled.

He glanced over, everyone in the coffeeshop, including Schmitty, had turned to stare at him.

“Sweetness,” he said, to the wolf, or the treasure behind the counter, or the butch queen, or the pink and blue bunny, or to Schmitty, perfectly average and perfectly devastating, “what even is this town?”

#being(s) in love #r. cooper #charity prompt #charity prompts 2023 #his mossy boy #treasure for treasure

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medys-space · 1 year

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✨Stardew Valley Mods List✨

I decide to make a list just in case i lost everything for some reason <<

Bigs mods

Stardew Valley Expanded

Ridgeside Village

East Scarp

Downtown Zuzu

Walk to the Desert - Redux

DeepWoods

Sundrop City (i didnt install it, i'm just keeping and eye on this one for now)

NPCs Mods

Lucikiel - Stardew Valley Expanded (SVE) Compatibility

Lavril - East Scarp NPC

Lunna - Astray in Stardew Valley

Always Raining in the Valley - Custom NPCs for East Scarp

Alecto the Witch

Defense Division + Defense Division - English

Juliet and Jessie the Joja Clerks

Mateo for NPC Adventures (STABLE)

Ornithologist's Guild + Ornithologist's Guild SVE and RSV Biomes Fix

Creative Differences - Rodney a new NPC for East Scarp

Yri the Architect - New Custom NPC's for East Scarp

Adventurer's Guild Expanded

Soli - New Skeleton NPC

Crops Mods

PPJA (most of them, or all of them)

Wild Food - A Forage Expansion Mod

Wildflour's Specialty Ales and Meads

Wildflour's Pixie Forage

Wild Food - Forage for Crops Add On

Wildflour's Specialty Jams and Jellies

Slime Produce (not crops but eh, saving this here)

Atelier Wildflour Floral Goods Pack

Tap Giant Crops

Quaint Living - Flower Garden

Floral Essences by Wickedy

The Corrupted Garden

Witch Garden Roses

Balanced Valley

Better Mixed Seeds

Mixed Seeds from Forage

(AT) Asters Walls and Floors Megapack

Golden Crops

Magic Tree Roots (Json Assets)

(SOJA) Ancient Crops

Bonster's Rare Crops and Oddi-trees

Mushroom Propagator - Grow More Mushrooms

Spoopy Valley

Farm maps

Alvadea's Farm Maps - Goldrush

Waterfall Forest Farms (WaFF and WaFFLE)

Texture mods

Random Lost Library Book Covers

StarAmy's Ginger Island Farmhouse

(BAGI) Honey and Mead Icons for Trees - Cometkins' Style (Placeholder)

DaisyNiko's Earthy Recolour

Simple Foliage

Ridgeside's Foliage - Fruit Trees

Pretty Wallpaper

(AT) Asters Walls and Floors Megapack

IdaIda's Wallpapers and Floors (CP and AT)

Skell's Flowery Weapons

Skell's Flowery Tools

Vanilla Tweaks

PC's Kawaii Truffle Foxes

Horse to Broomstick

Mara's Vintage Candle and Magical Vials

Wallet Items Retexture

MSaturn Floaties - Alternative Textures for Crab Pots

Medieval buildings

Messy Crops

Antique TV Sets for Alternative Textures

Better Artisan Good Icons for Magical Crops

Cuter Chests

Better Artisan Good Icons

Furniture

Magical Witchy Kitchen and Furniture Pack

Animated Orbs

StarAmy's Wild Greenhouse Furniture for DGA

Lune's Offerings

Adorable Cottage Bathroom and furniture

(DGA) Blacksmith Furniture

(DGA) RoseDryad's Fairydew Decorations

Cuality of life mods

Horse Flute Anywhere

Immersive Sprinklers

Weapons Ignore Grass

Better Ranching

Wear More Rings ....?

Garden Pot - Automate

Almanac

Skull Cavern Elevator

Fishing Made Easy Suite (Content Patcher)

Fishing Made Easy Suite - SVE Edition

Fishing Made Easy Suite - RSV Expansion

Catalogues are Cheap

Harvest Seeds ???

Perfection Tweaker (This is a MUST)

Pet Bowl Filler

Farm Animal Choices

Horse Squeeze

Automatic Gates

PFMAutomate

Produce to Sapling (all of them)

Better Quality Increased Seeds (all of them too)

Friends Forever (for sanity at this point)

extras for NPCs

Ysabelle's Closet - Seasonal Outfits

Unofficial Ridgeside Village Seasonal Outfits - Alissa

Canon-Friendly Dialogue Expansion

Hugs and Kisses

Ridgeside Rival Hearts - Sam and Alissa

Ridgeside Rival Hearts - Jeric and Alex

Events Expansion

Krobus Festival Events Plus

Romanced NPCs in CC Ceremony RSV

Snack Time

Life Cycle - Rival Heart Events

Lavril - NPC Adventures

Ridgeside Village - NPC Adventures Addon

Robin Work Hours

More Krobus

Lucikiel for Mobile Phone

Spouses React to Player 'Death'

Fashion Sense

YES

ALL OF THEM

ALL THE FASHION

FS - Fairy Wings

Swimsuit Selections

Spill The Tea (Farmer Drinking Sprites) (not fashion but still)

Expressive Elf Ears

Cosmetic Rings

....Others???

MARGO -- Modular Gameplay Overhaul

Skill Rings

Spouses in Ginger Island

Crop Transplant Mod

Trinkets to Treasures

Ridgeside Village Achievements

Gender Neutrality Mod

Noclip Mode

Lookup Anything

TimeSpeed (i have this exclusively for jio, why do you leave the farmhouse so early ;-;)

Better Winter Star Gifts

Lnh's New Greenhouse

Lnh's New Slime Hutch

CP No drunk char during events

Skill Rings REMIX Feat. Paint.net (Radio ver.)

Mobile Phone

Stardrop Flower

Platonic Partners and Friendships

Ridgeside Village for Mobile Phone

Pet Snail

Happy Birthday

SF - Cave of Memories

SF - Mystical Buildings

Stardew and Chill

Challenging Community Center Bundles

MinecartPatcher

Boss Creatures

Increased Fish Tank Capacity

Void Ghost Pendant without Void Essence

Expanded Shop Inventories

Arcane Table Mod

Infinite Zoom

Tell Everyone (Town Gossip)

Ostrich Mayo and Golden Mayo

No Fence Decay

#dear god #feel free to ignore this #i'm sure i need to add a lot more #but <<'#also i need to edit this so it looks more decent #but that is work for future me #stardew mods

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karaloza · 1 year

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So as I sit here hyperfixating on LoZ, I got a neat idea which I will probably never try:

Breath of the Wild-inspired scented candles.

I do make candles for a hobby, and they are usually scented, but I'm not really into the soy wax jar candles that are the usual form these things take (and the form in which they occurred to me, ironically), and I'm also not into a lot of the popular scents for candles. I strongly prefer naturalistic floral and herbal/spice scents and tend to avoid fruit (except citrus) and other, less botanical options...but IF I were doing this project, I would suck it up and lean into the trends.

So here's what I came up with. I don't know if all these blends would even work. I think some of them might turn out terrible if they were done IRL. But if I don't put these out into the world then a very specific part of my brain is going to explode from the pressure.

For each candle, the scents are listed in order from strongest to mildest.

Akkala Wilds: Earthy, autumnal, and herbal. Oakwood, rosemary, nutmeg.

Death Mountain: Smoky and spicy. Campfire, cinnamon.

Faron Woods: "Tropical rain forest." Hibiscus, mango, bamboo grass.

Gerudo Town: Elegant and feminine, yet powerful. Rose, cloves, melon.

Great Fairy Fountain: Heavy floral. Orchid/plumeria, lilac, orange blossom.

Hebra Trail: Biting cold. Pine, camphor, raspberry.

Hyrule Field: Grassy and floral. Lavender, lemongrass, apple peel.

Kara Kara Bazaar: Exotic and layered. Ginger, teakwood, cactus blossom.

Korok Forest: Earthy and spring-tinged. Cherry blossom, maple sugar, patchouli.

Lurelin Coast: Warm seaside. Sea salt, coconut, saffron.

Roadside Stable: Homey and rural. Fresh bread, hay, leather.

Shrine of Resurrection: Fresh and invigorating. Eucalyptus, mint, cucumber.

Silent Princess: Light floral. Gardenia, sweet pea, vanilla.

Zora's Domain: Clean and watery. Rain, lotus, lemon.

And finally:

Yiga Clan Hideout: Bananas.

#legend of zelda #loz #breath of the wild #botw #fancraft

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your-older-alterhuman-sibling · 11 months

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Hello! In relation to the advice post I am a deer and an alien! Maybe if it's not an annoyance then perhaps ways to connect with my kintypes?

it's never annoying to help!!! :D <3

Deer

Try wearing earthy tones (light brown, brown, dark brown, green, dark green, cream). Large knitted sweaters, baggy trousers/swishy skirts, sneakers with decorated laces, tons of silver/gold/copper jewellery, charms and keyrings. Look up cottagecore/fairycore/fairy grunge for references.

Try incorporating roots, nuts and berries into your diet. I think the biggest suggestions would be ginger, blackberries, chestnuts, walnuts, potato (idk if that's a root) and apples.

Fragrant (earthy/soft floral) candles, pillows everywhere, bake with cinnamon/nutmeg/ginger/spices, pies and toasties, chocolate and oats/porridge, curtains drawn just after dark.

If you wear makeup- soft brown puppy liner, mascara on top lashes, white inner corner, light blush/peach on under lid (asian/korean makeup tutorials are great for this). you could also go for a soft sparkle eyeshadow if you want. highlight more than usual, not much concealer/foundation, freckles.

Go out on nature walks. Forests with streams, beaches filled with stones, lakes with a gentle breeze. Collect rocks, seagrass, pottery, sticks. Talk with a smile. Immerse yourself in your interests. Read books. Listen to the rain. Have houseplants.

Alien

Wear whatever colour you feel fits your kin (if you've had shifts where you've seen what you look like, use the colours you saw). A lot of the clothing comes down to how you look or how you perceive yourself. There are many ways it could go - soft, light and floaty, or dark, denim, leather and grunge. It relies on you to interpret how you want to express your identity.

Again, try using your knowledge/intuition about your kin to edit your diet. since I don't have any details, I cant recommend much, sorry.

However, I can recommend sweet, gentle candles (Yankee candle have a wide variety of soft scents, id definitely recommend trying them). Try drapes and wind chimes, light colours and hanging sparkly-stuff.

Hope this helped :D

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coffee-in-europe · 2 years

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january: black-and-white films, old records, red lipstick, classical music, gold earrings, city lights, garnet clothing, champagne, glitter, russian literature, snowstorms, art galleries, dimly lit restaurants, high-heels, chickadees, frosted windowpanes, silk shirts, espresso, pomegranates, snowy owls

february: candy hearts, roses, grapefruit, trench coats, mittens, dark chocolate, calligraphy, sealed envelopes, vanilla cake, ballet, romance films, chandeliers, late-night phone calls, musicals, aurora borealis, marshmallows, pink lipgloss, poetry, freesia, movie theatres, ballads, pressed flowers, stained glass, teacups

march: dark comedies, photo albums, lemons, cold rivers, baking, tidying, colouring, movie marathons, nonfiction books, newspapers, clovers, train rides, fashion magazines, pasta, orchids, podcasts, houseplants, sketchpads, yogurt, celestial art, bubble baths, charcuterie boards, moonlight, ice floes, crystal glasses, coffee dates

april: disney cartoons, rubber boots, tulips, mauve nailpolish, fresh vegetables, cold rain, journals, lavender, fresh eggs, pink blush, birdsong, morning frost, rosemary, tulips, foggy mornings, aloe vera, ponds, herbal tea, puddles, lilies, bunnies, floral sheets, marmalade, pastoral novels, frogs, english custard, lily pads

may: picture books, daisies, farms, warm breezes, cherry blossoms, early mornings, fresh-baked bread, gardening, childhood reminiscing, dandelions, honey, meadows, hummingbirds, butterflies, rainbows, sugar cookies, polaroid cameras, wild mushrooms, carnations, frescoes, silver lockets, brown bears, pancakes, rivers, greenhouses, white sheets

june: jean shorts, pop music, white wine, beach days, yoga, sunday brunch, ice cream, concerts, wildflowers, fluffy clouds, morning dew, cotton candy, turtles, popsicles, kayaks, watermelon, pineapples, vineyards, sparklers, bicycles, denim jackets, swans, asphodels, cocktail parties, gooseberries, lilacs, hollyhocks

july: adventure stories, oranges, lakehouses, campfires, festivals, disco nights, strawberries, figs, starry skies, iced coffee, fireworks, street markets, bumblebees, trumpet vines, strappy sandals, sunglasses, patio lights, linen, denim skirts, pizza, fruit smoothies, pizza, rainstorms, peaches, lagoons, white dresses, astronomy

august: golden sunlight, nostalgia, willow trees, nature poetry, sunrises and sunsets, picnic baskets, sunflowers, crickets, cicadas, colourful quilts, cherries, rolling hills, maxi-dresses, tall grass, dragonflies, crochet, renaissance art, vine tomatoes, overalls, roadtrips, hammocks, sunhats, waterfalls, tabby cats

september: coffee, book piles, croissants, long walks, classic novels, braided hair, notebooks, film festivals, apples, pears, farmers markets, forests, jigsaw puzzles, owls, tortoiseshell glasses, orchards, library cards, foxes, tweed blazers, climbing ivy, tea kettles, maple syrup, goldenrod, lanterns, waffles, boardgames

october: pumpkin patches, black turtlenecks, ginger pastries, fireplaces, wet leaves, ankle boots, corduroy, birch trees, cafés, bookshops, castles, caramel, rainy mornings, blustery nights, town fairs, countryside walks, cinnamon, nutmeg, old houses, black cats, bakeries, creeks, thick blankets, city blocks, white chapels

november: candles, red wine, ancient ruins, greek mythology, second-hand books, plaid blankets, mahogany nailpolish, mystery novels, museums, burgundy sweaters, dinner parties, gemstone rings, icy breath, black coffee, language studies, antique shops, white roses, cobblestones, lace, cathedrals, firewood, audiobooks, crescent moons

december: soft snowfall, christmas carols, pine scent, wool socks, irish stew, fairy lights, thick books, fantasy stories, throw pillows, shortbread, comfort films, window shopping, scarves, icicles, peppermint, carrot noses, angels, hot chocolate, skates, pinecones, caribou, gingerbread, crackling fires, hot toddies, cashmere

#something to look forward to in every month #mine #text #personal #vibes #note to self #Aesthetic

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moonspower · 8 months

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✨ on the dark sea / the road of silver continues to the stars / this is a message brought by the moon.

🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. What does your muse smell like?

virote has a lovely collection of perfume and body mists that he really enjoys. some of them are a little on the typical, high-end of the spectrum like various perfumes from the jasmine + woodsy alien by mugler. then, you have your demeter fragrance oddball scents like petrichor, that smells exactly like the ozone / petrichor of a fallen rain on the dirt. warm, earthy, and ozone. he smells like the weather. whenever you’re close to him, you smell a summer rainstorm. this is usually layered OVER something else! here are a few choice picks he likes to layer with it:

- CHLOE SEVIGNY’S LITTLE FLOWER BY REGIME DES FLEURS / black tea, bleeding heart, blackcurrant bud, peony, palo santo incense, pomelo, honeysuckle, and a precious ottoman rose absolute. described as romantic, dewy, and woody musk.

- AYAMORI’S HINOKI ONSEN / geranium, jasmine sambac, red mandarin, and vetiver. described as described as calming, mood elevating, soothing, and deep.

- MOLTON BROWN’S FIERY PINK PEPPER / pink pepper, ginger, tangerine, nutmeg, osmanthus, lily-of-the-valley, jasmine, labdanum, musk, patchouli, oakmoss, and cedar. very strong spicy fragrance. described as stirring, sultry, and smoldering.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S FAIRY BITE / osmanthus, raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and dracula orchid.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S ICE / eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi. oddly described as a ruthless, cold metal, icicle scent.

if you stand too close to him and catch a whiff, you fall in love so uve been warned.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

considering his skincare routine is some of the most hardcore shit in the name of beauty, his hands are just… pillow soft, smooth. he’s always putting on lotion, aloe vera, shea butter. especially shea butter. he finds that shea butter bring out the maximum softness™ in his hands. every friday night he’ll use hand masks for about 20 minutes and those are usually on the lower end of cost since hand masks aren’t super important to his skincare routine. theyre just extra. his favorites are the cheapo epielle hand masks from the dollar store with coconut oil, milk extract, hyaluronic acid. aaaand the tonymoly i’m lovely peach hand masks <: )

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

in the morning, he’s usually making a smoothie and having some oatmeal to go with it. throw in a little fruit, maybe even some coffee if he feels like he might not make it through the day. for lunch, he usually opts for something quick, but fresh and satisfying like from a food truck since he’s probably gonna be on the run the moment he’s done. like tacos or kimbap! ESPECIALLY kimbap, he loves that shit. kimbap, some squid chips, and a seltzer water? yeah, babey.

for dinner, it really depends. he might cook something for himself! like curry and laab moo with some roti on the side, tom yum, xiaolongbao with cold noodles, hot pot, maybe some fried tofu with a little sauce over it with some rice maybe a couple of eggs on top of it all. if he orders something it ‘s usually cuban food, ‘cause his ass loves ropa vieja. sometimes indian or greek. japanese. if it’s japanese, he’s goin’ out for okonomiyaki.

as for snacking, he’s usually eating some sort of dried fruit, pistachios, super dark chocolate like 85% dark super bitter and not sweet at all, hummus over super crunchy bread… or some awful shit from taco bell and burger king if he’s having a bad day. he has a lot of bad days so find him at ya local taco bell, ordering a beefy five layer with a baja blast. anyway he loves trying new foods so if a restaurant opens up, he’s there.

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

it’s fair! you could even call it pretty. limited range, but pretty. he’s not gonna kill you with it until he tries to karaoke mariah carey. then no one’s surviving those crackly, shrill high notes… awful…….. he will never sing ‘ butterfly ’ without nearly dying…. everyone in the room passes away.

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

HIS WHOLE LIFE IS A BAD HABIT.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

oh babey… i can’t even describe… but he dresses better than anyone u’ve ever met… don’t invite him to ur birthday, he’s gonna show up in vintage versace, on a white horse, while 70s underground disco plays. body chains everywhere. he’s so eclectic and fashionable and experimental. runway looks just to go to the store. of course for work he’ll just wear a suit or something casual lol. but outside of work????? u could see him in a $5000 la perla pajama set, eden boots, faux fur coat, and a pearl necklace just to get chips from the gas station. he’s ur glam babygirl…. he’s your goth boyfriend…

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

affectionate enough so please don’t touch him a lot. lkjgfdlsgjkl. and idk, he has a hot-cold kind of personality, so sometimes he won’t even look at you. won’t touch you, won’t do anything. if he’s touching a friend, it’s usually when it’s a very intimate moment. like a serious talk or something. he’s not one to grab them up into hugs and shit. he’s not a cuddlebug. but in somber, solemn moments or moments where he wants to make a point, he may touch a hand very briefly. like a little flash of love and absolute trust and vulnerability.

even in his romantic relationships he’ll most likely sit on the waaay opposite end of the couch from his boyfriend if theyre talking. it’s really just best to express in some way that you want to touch him before actually doing it. like you don’t have to outright ask for permission but you need to be really careful about it and indicate something so you don’t weird him the fuck out.

he’s just never been a touchy person. being a domestic abuse survivor didn’t help.

with that said if there’s enough trust gained, he doesn’t mind! but that’s an upward climb that people rarely ever power through. vi’s affection is usually expressed through doing favors and stuff like that anyway.

vi has punched people in the face more than he’s hugged people on his blog and that’s just where he’s at as a person………..

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

vi’s the type to fall asleep wherever he falls so he could be twisted like a pretzel or laid out like a plank. you might even find him face down on his kitchen floor, making friends with the linoleum floors of his kitchen!! on his side, in the bathroom. bent up like a tangled slinky somewhere in his office. it’s like finding a dead body every time you find him sleeping except he’s alive and probably dreaming about kazuki kitamura in a wet t-shirt contest.

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

no and that’s exactly why he’s great at trespassing. u befriend him and ur asking for break-ins. u won’t even know he’s in ur kitchen, eating your french toast like some sort of shitty little moon raccoon. also he can phase thru ur walls? you are not catching him.

✨ TAGGED BY: i see things.. i wanna do it. ✨ TAGGING: @technodromes @bewitchingbaker @amoriscustos @spxnglr @sinbyeol @knightshonour @baekjeongu @advnterccs @outsideiin @inseparableduo @novaless @oldtimies @shctupmeg + tag ur it!!!

#🌙 ABOUT! CANCERIAN SUN SHINING IN THE EVENING.#m'boy!!!

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raincoonparade · 1 year

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My OCs list

I'm having a hard time sharing art here, not only cause I'm being indecisive but also I'm not sure how to present them, I want my Tumblr to look pretty vjkvf so, while I decide on that, I thought about sharing at least the fandom, names and some of my favs drawings of them!

I'll edit this post constantly whenever I have new art, delete or add OCs

Whenever you see TBN it means they don't have a name or I'm changing it so, heads up lol... Anyway, let's start:

Here's the full list! (March 2023):

Animaniacs - Zane

Art sona - Miss Disfortune

3. Ben 10: Omniverse - Skylar 4. Boku no Hero Academia - Aki, Ha-eun, Hoshiko, Itsuki, Journey, Serena, Tomomi, Toshiko, Yuna TBN, TBN

5. Brand New Animal - Cassie, Robin 6. Cannon Busters - Yazmin 7. Carole & Tuesday - Kora 8. Coraline - Zarina 9. Craig of The Creek - Anayance, Barbara, Melisa, Quetzali, Scooter, Tara, Ula

10. CSI series - A.J. 11. Dr. Stone - Chie 12. DuckTales 2017 - Alana, Cambri, Lafayette, Luoana, Taumn 13. Encanto - Esmeralda 14. Fantasy/Ghibli OCs - Zephyrine & Minuette

15. Fairy Tail - Erandi, Luna 16. Food Wars (Shokugeki no soma) - Ginko 17. Free! Iwatobi Swim Club - Violet 18. Galatea (my personal project) - Aisha, Allastor, Allister, Arturo, Beetlepache, Chenzira, Cherry, Kalem, Nisha, Nitzia, Raymundo, Pandora 19. Gargoyles - Altea 20. Ghostbusters - Jackie

21. God of War - Zeltzin

22. Goofysona - Blair, Oceana 23. Kaleido Star - Mirana 24. Kotaro lives alone - Vanna 25. Las leyendas Saga (Ánima Studios) - Iztli 26. Loonatics Unleashed - Hadley, Kit 27. Marvel - Donaji, H 28. Mexopolis media - TBN 29. Monster High - Jericho, Scooter, Winter 30. Monsters Inc. / University - Vesper 31. Music sona - Chia

32. My Little Pony - Fawn Spellbound, Mind Dusk, Pumpkin Moon, Sugar Sprinkles 33. No Straight Roads - Zohnette 34. One Piece - Ginger, Senki, Preya, Yue, TBN

35. Over The Garden Wall & Infinity Train - Ollie 36. Rain (hard to explain where she from) 37. Percy Jackson and the Olympians - TBN 38. Pokemon - Juliet, Patch

39. Radiant - Nahia 40. Ranma 1/2 - Gumi 41. Shaman King - TBN, TBN 42. Shinbi: The Haunted House - Gumiho 43. Sing (Illumination movies) - Bia, Dawn 44. Sona - Scooter 45. Spiderman 2017 - Echo 46. Splatoon - Frizzy 47. Stardew Valley - Rain 48. Steven Universe - Moonstone, Yellow Amber 49. Tales of Arcadia - TBN 50. Teen Titans - Aura, Calliope 51. Teen Wolf - Jack 52. The Amazing World of Gumball - Pumpela 53. The Legend of Hei/Spirit sona - Qiu 54. The Muppets - Nehru 55. The Umbrella Academy - Quetzal 56. Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles - 3n1d, Crystal, Draq, Frankie, Scooter, Tommy, Vivienne 57. Undertale - TBN 58. Victor y Valentino - Whisper (Jun) 59. Vocaloid - Dalia, Isabela 60. Young Justice - Liv, Razz

Yeah, I know... They're a lot haha. As you can see, I haven't draw them much... I'm still redesigning and creating some of them so, so far, I mostly just have half body references? And some information and facts on a private document and lots of notes... My OCs life is as messy as mine as you can tell ahaha

I have a Toyhouse page where, I hope, I'll be updating and sharing more of my OCs soon! All the redesigns and reference I've made so far are already there in case you want to check them out!

If you read everything, thank you, here... Have a cookie 🍪

#missdisfortune #disfortunate ocs #toyhouse #my ocs <3 #oc list #fandom list #full ocs list

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austincharcoal · 3 months

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Names of playlists I've made on Spotify, by year

2012: heyday jams heavy machinery indulgent cocoa riffs ands or buts it's only pop music skip / hop text message

2013: 21 DRUNK ST. xxxmas merry xmasx working on things No New Friends

2014: warmed rain your party, darling xxxx cheer

2015: emotivation thugga thugg xxxxmas spirit working on things ii liquid courage country western

2016: this feels like a nightmare buprenorphine 8mg 2016 jammin kurt ~ travis autoturnt up heavy summer 16 pop style summer 16 is this a party, i feel good friendsgiving

2017: summer 17 rap lamping in the dark reasons to bikeride sober after dusk " FALL '17 " WINTER '17/18

2018: xmas for sugarplum fairies (the good stuff) the children R we love you very very very very very very much art official 2018 shit was like a movie try to cover these live fast die etcetera claimin prego rhythm and poetry et al TO LIFE! LIFE 2.0.0 back roads to a party radio station

2019: giddy emo for a new america emo dewey decimal system summerpack becomes fallpack icepack for a burning winter love 2019 in the face i can see it emo lullabies for man babies and my other friends north peters colony road now i got the juice now im feelin loose wine pod songs on repeat are bootstraps real honest day's work (country)

2020: work work work work work do you wanna have a picnic singin a song in the morning pink sugar songs 2020 u know the fuckn vibes vote for hardcore cover these frank dhl & in my room Slow Yr Roll

2021: drake greece & laugh now posted by thomas low end bf etc. music blues is now kickin' in our year of 2021 diner jukebox from where the wind blow nunchucks lol god told me hit a lick you were a dream... the desire for light produces light

2022: DJ AUSTIN~~~ talk like a lick.. fallpack 2021 good at drugs sticker and that's on gospel cause yr sweeeet another go the dream police soup szn 1.5 soup szn 2 soup szn 3

2023: brunch szn 3 soup szn 4 guitar szn space heater? it's go time... bougie no. 4 - fleur d'oranger habanero bbq almond happy joyous free candied ginger fixing to be a moving picture 20 songs? waiting for the 2 how are ya man? propinquity 幕 arriving

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fairygeek777 · 4 months

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Welcome to Fairy's Geek Corner 😊

First, I have 2 blogs here both active! This one, @fairygeek777 and my art blog @fairylynnarts

Its probably obvious, but my username "fairygeek777" is straight from loving fairy tail and labeling myself the #1 "fairy-geek" and 777 is significant to the series. But also, Fairies have always been a special interest for me, which is what drew me to FT in the first place. "FairyLynnArts" is from my love of fairies, my middle name and I do art :3

Here's some info about what makes me tick before getting to my posts!

My main interests for the past 4 years have been:

Manga

Anime

ATLA/TLOK

Art

Digital Art

Reading

Collecting Merchandise/books

And as for Manga and anime, specifically: Fairy Tail in 2021 and Sailor Moon in 2023

Things I've always been into but don't talk about on here:

1. Astrology

2. Maps (actually a special interest when I was a kid, much more low-key now)

3. Precious gems

4. Disney Princess (obsession I didn't get over until 2017)

5. Classic Barbie films

6. 20th Century Musicals (Gene Kelly, Fred Estaire and Ginger Rodgers, Judy Garland, Dick Van Dyke, Julie Andrews, Bing Crosby,) like The Wizard of Oz, Mary Poppins, The Sound of Music, White Christmas, Easter Parade, Singing in the Rain.

7. Astronomy

8. Musicals (tv shows, Broadway, DCOM, Fox)

9. MLP:FIM, Ever After High, Winx Club

10. Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Godzilla (I consider these the big 4 in my house. Influence from 4 Brothers and my dad)

11. Kitties and similar creatures (tigers, red pandas, bears, wild cats)

12. Mythology

13. YA fiction novels

14. Figure skating

15. Modern meets fairy tales (TLC, OUAT)

16. FANTASY

17. WINGS, fairies, butterflies, birds

18. Animation

19. "Behind the scenes" Production of film, tv, and animation

20. Lights (colored, fireworks, lanterns, lava lamps, holiday)

Things I used to have interest in:

1. Video games

2. Roleplay

3. Singing

4. Learning to play instruments

5. Sciencey stuff

6. Religion

7. Jewelry making

Things I am absolutely not interested in:

1. Non-fiction

2. Horror

3. Extreme graphic violence

4. Stop-motion, Claymation

5. Cash-grabby remakes, live actions, sequels

6. MATH

Enjoy your stay 😊

#get to know me #get to know fairy

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cluelesspigeons · 1 year

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Happy birthday to the most amazing person @nelweensfic!! Your friendship has meant a lot to me over this last year and a half. And I can’t be more happy to have you by my side!! So today is your day, where we will all celebrate you!!

Word count: 761

Furry adventures

A drarry fanfiction

When Draco came home from work, the house was eerily quiet. No lights were turned on and all the fires in the fireplaces were cold as well. A cold breeze blew through the house, making goosebumps appear on Draco’s skin. He shivered.

Sighing, he ran a hand through the hair that had escaped the messy bun he had put it in. This wasn’t the first time he had come home like this. This could only mean one thing.

Leaving his bag by the front door, Draco made his way towards the empty kitchen. The backdoor was wide open, letting in the cool March air. “Of course,” Draco mumbled as he saw Harry’s coat still hanging on the hook by the door. He shook his head and walked outside.

The garden was empty as well. There was no trace of Harry ever being there. Though Draco knew better. This wasn’t the first time, after all.

Careful to stay onto the little path and not dirty his fancy shoes, he made his way further down into the garden. Around him, nature was slowly waking up again. After months of cold rain and snow, small buds of flowers and leaves were already growing back. Draco’s eye even caught a glimpse of purple and blue crocus flowers blooming in the shadow of a tree.

He smiled as he turned around a corner to a more secluded part of their garden. It had always been his favourite place. They had strung fairy lights around and in the trees, covering the small area in a soft, golden hue. And with the leaves filtering the rays of sun shining through in summer, it truly looked ethereal.

Right now, however, there wasn’t much more than the green grass, the small crocus flowers and… a fox?

Draco huffed a laugh, the smile on his lips widening. He should have known.

In front of him, only a few metres away from him, a gorgeous ginger fox was sitting on the ground. Its fluffy tail was wound around his body and his vibrant green eyes were focussed on something sitting on the tip of his nose. Draco squinted his eyes, cursing himself for not bringing his glasses. He could barely make out the periwinkle blue of a butterfly sitting on the fox’s nose.

It was the most adorable thing he had ever seen.

It didn’t take long, however, for the butterfly to take flight again and disappear from sight. The fox turned its head towards Draco, its green eyes sparkling with something familiar, something mischievous. And before Draco knew it, the fox started charging at him. He braced himself for the impact and the fluff in his mouth, but instead, he was met with the brutal force of his forty three-year-old husband knocking him to the ground.

Draco groaned as his head made contact with the hard ground underneath him, though he could not help the smile that was pulling at his lips. “You bastard,” he said, though he wrapped his arms around Harry, who had landed on top of him, his chuckles muffled by Draco’s warm coat.

“Worth it,” Harry laughed. He lifted his head and placed a soft kiss on Draco’s lips, using one of his hands to tuck a strand of Draco’s hair behind his ear. “You should have seen your face.”

“Oh shut it,” Draco said, swatting Harry’s shoulder. They sat up on the ground. “I was prepared for a fox to hit me. Not some old barbarian like you.”

Harry gasped, placing a hand over his heart. “An old barbarian? Me? Draco! How could you say something like that? You have wounded me!”

Draco simply rolled his eyes and stood up from the ground, dusting off his nice pair of trousers. “Stop being so dramatic,” he said. “Anyway, I’ll be in the kitchen drinking a warm cup of delicious tea.” He turned to face Harry who was still sitting on the ground watching him with that cunning glint in his green eyes. “At least then I won’t be freezing my balls off.”

With a deep grunt and a soft chuckle, Harry stood as well, taking one of Draco’s hands into his own. “Mind if I join you?” He smiled sweetly. “I can tell you all about the things I’ve seen on my adventures today?”

When Draco looked at him, at that sweet, sweet smile and those hypnotising green eyes, he couldn’t find it in him to say no. And though he might not ever admit it out loud, he truly enjoyed listening to his husband’s furry adventures.

Read it on ao3

#drarry #drarry fic #drarry fanfic #drarry fanfiction #draco malfoy #harry potter #draco x harry #harry x draco #my writing #cp writes #cluelesspigeons #birthdays present #birthdays fic #nelweensfic

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moonglittering · 1 year

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✨ on the dark sea the road of silver continues to the stars / this is a message brought by the moon.

🌙 s𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. What does your muse smell like?

- AYAMORI’S HINOKI ONSEN / geranium, jasmine sambac, red mandarin, and vetiver. described as described as calming, mood elevating, soothing, and deep.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S FAIRY BITE / osmanthus, raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and dracula orchid.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S ICE / eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi. oddly described as a ruthless, cold metal, icicle scent.

if you stand too close to him and catch a whiff, you fall in love so uve been warned.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

considering his skincare routine is some of the most hardcore shit in the name of beauty, his hands are just… pillow soft, smooth. he’s always putting on lotion, aloe vera, shea butter. especially shea butter. he finds that shea butter bring out the maximum softness™ in his hands. every friday night he’ll use hand masks for about 20 minutes and those are usually on the lower end of cost since hand masks aren’t super important to his skincare routine. theyre just extra. his favorites are the cheapo epielle hand masks with coconut oil, milk extract, hyaluronic acid. aaaand the tonymoly i’m lovely peach hand masks <: )

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

HIS WHOLE LIFE IS A BAD HABIT.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

he’s just never been a touchy person. being a domestic abuse survivor didn’t help.

vi has punched people in the face more than he’s hugged people on his blog and that’s just where he’s at as a person………..

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

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applebrooklyn · 2 years

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5 A.M.

With droopy eyes, I untangle myself from the duvet and step out of bed. Outside the window, the clouds roar and rumble. They let go of the heaviness that had accumulated in their hearts.

The sink is filled with unwahsed dishes from last night. Cardamom and ginger, milk and water, clove and sugar—I could not spot a cup so now I hold a overfilled steel glass of piping hot masala chai.

I sit in my unmade bed—piled up with books, papers, pens, duvet—and take a sip.

I burn my tongue.

The streetlights, yellowed with age, line the alley my window overlooks.

With the rain drops pattering, splattering against the window, dirt, trees, asphalt and walls—I find myself leaning against the headboard, drifting between consciousness and slumber.

Red, green, white, yellow, blue—fairy lights decorate the mandir nearby. As the rain continues its onslaught, the last sight I see is the illusion of hues seemingly draining and dripping from the coloured lights. The last sound I hear is of the shankhnaad before puja commences.

applebrooklyn©

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wikluk · 2 years

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For the sick prompts; snoozeville, with Julieta being the sick/sleepy one?

snoozeville: [character] falls asleep somewhere that isn’t their bed.

let your dreams take wing

It was a long day.

Though, if Alma wanted to be honest, she should have said it was a long week for their community.

It started in the most simple way.

One of the children in their village came down with some sickness. Fever, chills, headache, wheezing breathing. Nothing unusual, it was fairly common for some people to get sick, especially after weeks of increased rain.

But this one time that child went sick to their school. And it resulted in other children, and teachers, getting sick as well. Because it turned out that whatever they had, it was spreading fairly quickly and easily.

As soon as Alma heard about it, she stopped her triplets from going to school and so since Monday, they stayed at home. Now it was Thursday and it seemed all of her babies were healthy and fairy happy. Just a few minutes ago she saw Pepa chasing Bruno around the Casita, a small grey cloud hovering over her head and Bruno laughing out loud as he ran away from his older sister.

Just a typical day for the Madrigals.

Since then, Alma visited the bathroom, fixed her hairdo and walked out of the room to search for Julieta.

Last she saw her oldest, Julieta was trying a new recipe for some dessert she got from one of the women in the village. When Ala questioned her about it, Julieta smiled sweetly and said it was a surprise and she couldn't tell them.

Both Pepa and Bruno seemed ecstatic at the concept of getting a surprise dessert and Alma just reminded her that whatever she was doing, she needed to be careful.

But the thing with her oldest was: Julieta was always careful. It was in her nature to be very mindful, especially when it came to cooking, and the girl had Alma's whole trust in the kitchen, quite the opposite to Bruno and Pepa who meant trouble when led to touch pans or a stove.

So Alma made her way into the kitchen and was very surprised to not find Julieta there.

What was even weirder, there was a smell of some tea in the air, a very strong one, and of something else, some spices, she thought. Alma noticed a big pot on the stove and approached it. Raspberries. Not boiling, not being cooked, but raspberries mixed with sugar, juicing.

Alma saw a mug on the counter and took it, immediately smelling the remains of the liquid. Lemon... Ginger root... Honey... A perfect remedy for a cold. And the raspberry juice...

Alma heard a sniff and turned around. "Julieta?"

Silence.

"Mija, are you there?" she asked, looking around. She couldn't spot her daughter anywhere but she was sure she heard a sniff and she could see Pepa and Bruno through the window, sitting under one of the trees. "Julietita?"

A whimper.

Alma looked down and immediately spotted a handful of blue material from Julieta's skirt dropping on the floor. She crouched down and here she was, her oldest laying on a shelf under the table, her apron rolled up under her head, her mouth agape and her breath louder than normal.

She touched Julieta's forehead and noticed it was warmer, almost hot, and clammy to touch. Her hair was damp, clinging to her skin, and upon a few seconds of inspecting it was clear Julieta had a stuffy nose and could breathe only through her mouth.

"Ay mija," Alma murmured, stroking her forehead. "Julieta, wake up, mi vida."

"No..." she mumbled.

"You can't sleep her," she countered, brushing her hair away. "The kitchen is no place for sick niños. Your bed would be so much better."

"Mami," she rasped out, her voice small and barely audible. "Tea and raspberries..."

"I will make you new tea, and when the juice is ready, I'll make you another tea with it, okay?"

"Mm, I wanna sleep."

"You will but not here," she answered, encouraging Julieta to crawl out from under the table. "Come on mija, I'll take you upstairs."

"Don't touch–" she protested weakly. "You'll get sick."

"If I get sick, then we'll be sick together."

Julieta finally opened her eyes. They were glossy and her eyelids seemed heavy, dropping again quickly. "Who would cook for us?"

"I'm sure Pepa y Bruno can boil some water for tea," Alma smiled at her. "Casita would help them."

"They'd destroy my kitchen Mami."

"Casita would never allow it."

"Mhm."

Alma grabbed her under her arm and they both raised to their feet. Julieta's head immediately dropped against Alma's shoulder and Alma put her hand on her daughter's waist, pulling her close. "Since when have you been feeling unwell?"

"No sé," she mumbled. "Maybe since breakfast."

And she didn't say anything.

Alma sighed. All of her children were so stubborn. She blamed it on Pedro and his genes.

"Mija, if you ever feel sick again, I want you to tell me immediately, understood? I don't want to find you sleeping under that table or anywhere that is not your bed ever again, okay?"

"Mhm."

"Julieta," she repeated when they walked upstairs. "Did you understand?"

"Yes, Mami."

"Bueno," Alma breathed, stroking her daughter's waist with her thumb. "I hope you'll remember your promise."

In later years it would turn out Julieta lied to her. But for now, Alma had that little "Yes, Mami" to hopefully cling to.

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crystalpower · 2 years

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✨ wonder in your world / sparkle in my heart.

🌙 S𝐞𝐧𝐬𝐞𝐬 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐨𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐲 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐟𝐢𝐜 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬.

1. What does your muse smell like?

- AYAMORI’S HINOKI ONSEN / geranium, jasmine sambac, red mandarin, and vetiver. described as described as calming, mood elevating, soothing, and deep.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S FAIRY BITE / osmanthus, raw honey with lavender, chamomile, white peppermint, raspberry, honeysuckle, thyme, bergamot, and dracula orchid.

BLACK ALCHEMY LAB’S ICE / eucalyptus blossom, crystalline musk, white ginger, mint, and elemi. oddly described as a ruthless, cold metal, icicle scent.

if you stand too close to him and catch a whiff, you fall in love so uve been warned.

2. What do your muse’s hands feel like?

considering his skincare routine is some of the most hardcore shit in the name of beauty, his hands are just… pillow soft, smooth. he’s always putting on lotion, aloe vera, shea butter. especially shea butter. he finds that shea butter bring out the maximum softness™ in his hands. every friday night he’ll use hand masks for about 20 minutes and those are usually on the lower end of cost since hand masks aren’t super important to his skincare routine. theyre just extra. his favorites are the cheapo epielle hand masks with coconut oil, milk extract, hyaluronic acid. aaaand the tonymoly i’m lovely peach hand masks <: )

3. What does your muse usually eat in a day?

4. Does your muse have a good singing voice?

5. Does your muse have any bad habits or nervous ticks?

HIS WHOLE LIFE IS A BAD HABIT.

6. What does your muse usually look like / wear?

oh babey… i can’t even describe… but he dresses better than anyone u’ve ever met… don’t invite him to ur birthday, he’s gonna show up in vintage versace, on a white horse, while 70s underground disco plays. body chains everywhere. he’s so eclectic and fashionable and experimental. runway looks just to go to the store. of course for work he’ll just wear a suit or something casual lol. but outside of work????? u could see him in a $5000 la perla gown, eden heels, faux fur coat, and a rhinestone necklace just to get chips from the gas station.

7. Is your muse affectionate? How much? How so?

affectionate enough. lkjgfdlsgjkl. and idk, he has a hot-cold kind of personality, so sometimes he won’t even look at you. won’t touch you, won’t do anything. if he’s touching a friend, it’s usually when it’s a very intimate moment. like a serious talk or something. he’s not one to grab them up into hugs and shit. he’s not a cuddlebug. but in somber, solemn moments or moments where he wants to make a point, he may touch a hand very briefly. like a little flash of love and absolute trust and vulnerability.

now in terms of dating… u can’t peel him off. he’s stuck on ya…

8. What position does your muse sleep in?

9. Could you hear your muse in the hallway from another room?

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