#so if you live in an area with wolf spiders and you use the purple one please tell us your experiences

[demonboyhalo]

and ik discovering the fanfic sex pollen effect of the sephora spider sex cream must've been traumatizing but this is much funnier than the lemonade that just kills you

[fatehbaz]

Had a conversation about spiders today. Triggered some memories.

At the time, hadn’t really ever known what it was like to live in one place for longer than a year or two. People came and went. You lived somewhere, and then you were lost. Everything was transient and passing. Slowly I attracted friends while trying to show them the colorful millipedes that lived along the edges of the “empty” lot, where native grasses extended beyond the lawns and playground architecture. I was 9-and-a-half years old. I don’t know if I was ready to watch things die.

“Weird Girl Bug Club” is not a make-believe internet joke. Some of the soil was sandy, some black and wet, and some rich with decaying leaf litter and mycorrhizal fungi. It was an amalgamation. Was this the remnant of the shortgrass prairie? Was it influenced by naturally-occurring sagebrush steppe in the area? Instead, was it actually full of non-native pasture plants, left over from cattle ranges or farms, which only appeared to be “native” in comparison to the obviously non-native green crab grasses of the adjacent school lawn? Unclear. Maybe all of the partially damaged environments were blending together. The empty lot was Frankenstein’s monster. (At the time, I was already in love with both Gothic monsters and unnecessary over-the-top accessorizing, so I had a keychain, hitched to a belt loop, from which dangled a cheap plastic model of Frankenstein’s mosnter and the Hollywood version of the Wolfman.) Along the edges of that grassy expanse? Oak, alder, maple, even aspen. I knew bugs but didn’t know trees, so which of those were native? I didn’t know.

The crew: Like 9 girls and a boy, I guess. During recess: Bug Time. Late March: Leopard frogs in the flooded lawn. April: Toads along the base of the oak. May: Three species of gartersnake, attracted to tiny little patches of differing microhabitat. Wandering gartersnakes preferred the leaf litter at dry spots beneath the trees. Red-sided gartersnakes preferred the vernal pools, always half-submerged in water. Plains gartersnakes seemed better able to tolerate the concrete-lined irrigation canal and the fertilizer-poisoned soils of the flooded lawns. I saw a bullsnake in the lot once. A schoolteacher was watching me, she yelled at me, told me to get away immediately, speaking bullshit about bullsnakes “are dangerous.” I picked up the snake, brought it to the edge of the woodland, skipped the beginning of after-lunch classes.

And everywhere in this lot, a multitude of spiders. A lot of jumping spiders, some massive, some very colorful. I folded some pages of blank white “printer paper” in half and drew my own “Jumping Spider field guide” and made photocopies. I used colored pencils, tried to draw each kind of jumping spiders. I had no idea which species most of them were. I think it was my second stupid homemade field guide after a “snakes of the Rocky Mountains” booklet.

Why jumping spiders? That year, settling into a residential neighborhood nearby, I went into the shed for the first time, off in a shaded corner of the shared yard. No one ever went in there. For any reason. Don’t know why. I opened the door:

Scene from a nightmare. Indeed, in years since, I did have dreams about that shed. (Not really nightmares, but more like auspicious and ominous dreams, you know?) It was late summer, but the shed was dark, almost unbelievably shaded from the sun. Like it was enchanted, meant to be dark. I of course loved spiders but I wasn’t prepared for this.

It was like a curiosity cabinet, like a museum. Like some animate sentient curator had purposefully decided to showcase as many different kinds of spiders as possible, to showcase the largest spiders possible. There were black widows, but I loved them, and understood them to be pleasant and unthreatening. But the size of these wolf spiders? Intimidating. There were orb-weavers, too. Big brown spiders retreated from the light, across the floorboards, they were physically reminiscent of tarantulas. (Maybe they were related to tarantulas, which were not unknown in the region.) But what shocked me most were the jumping spiders. The jumping spiders drew your attention most. I didn’t know they could be that large. And their dazzling colors? Bright red juxtaposed with black banding. Bright orange with black spots. Bright blues, glittering purples. Your eye was drawn simultaneously in every direction. Spiders in every corner.

It was a treasure chest. This is going to sound silly but: It was a treasure chest of spiders, some literally sparkling with iridescence.

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Later. I was about 11 years old, different region, different landscape, and the city was gentrifying my neighborhood. There was an “empty lot” that was actually more like remnant prairie. Prickly-pear, rattlesnakes, toads, meadowlarks. It was being turned into cookie-cutter prefashioned homes.

The most ubiquitous species? Ground squirrels. “Whistle-pigs.” People would bludgeon them, fire BB guns from lawn chairs, laughing as they dropped explosive fireworks into the burrows. Casual violence. Like a sport. Adults encouraged children to take lives as if it were akin to skipping stones or playing board games.

The whistle-pigs slowly dwindled. The local human residents, and their children, were slowly doing the work of the developers: Killing. Paving the way.

As the rodents died, every single abandoned ground squirrel burrow had a web stretched across the entrance. All of them: Black widows.

My impression of black widows had always been: Graceful. Dignified.

When the bulldozers came, I tried to save them. A parental figure was passively supportive. My bedroom was adorned with 25 or so glass jars. Black widows in each. A terrarium: a small toad, rescued from the manicured lawns and developers. (I don’t like moving or keeping wild amphibians, but the toad had nowhere to go and was being eyed threateningly by neighborhood boys who “toyed” with animals.)

One day, dozens of tiny pale black widow babies were pouring out of the lid of one of the jars, a mass of fragile spider bodies pulsating on the desk. And I realized the spiders should probably be set loose. And they were, in the backyard. I don’t know how many of them lived, or for how long. The toad was released back into the neighborhood. (No fertilizers, not an entirely inhospitable habitat.) I saw her again only once.

I don’t know what happened to any of them.

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The next spring, a community center a couple of blocks away, on the edge of town, was trying to drain a “bog” next to their building. The last place in the neighborhood where you heard the frogs and toads singing. It was a vernal pool that regularly collected water in the spring. Reliably, every year. Gartersnakes used the pool. But the real star, the real center of attention: the chorus frogs. I spoke with the people who owned the building. Later, I tried arguing with one of the owners or managers or whatever, the week that the contractors and the heavy equipment showed up. They laughed at me and threatened to call the cops. I kicked a rock at their building and took a cattail as a keepsake.

On one of the last days that the vernal pool existed, I was riding my bike over there. I found a gartersnake, dead, flattened on the road. One of my parents died later that year.

Before the apocalypse at the vernal pool, when I felt empty, in the evening, I would get on a bike, and go there. I’d sit in the mud in the reeds on the edge of the pool and watch the chorus frog tadpoles swimming. Dragonflies disappeared as the evening darkened. On some very special days, late in the spring, when the water was almost gone and the days were longer, you might be lucky enough to see a spadefoot toad. The insects and frogs and snakes were fleeting, they had habits and picky preferences. But there was one constant presence, always there, until the redevelopment, even after the frogs sang for the last time.

Fisher spiders, everywhere, navigating through the reeds, walking on the water. Always the spiders, until the end.

[afictionaladventure16]

Can you do one where instead of Tony, it’s his daughter who sacrificed herself and now he’s depressed and Morgan tries to make him feel better 😅

Supermarket Flowers (Tony Stark x Morgan Stark x Stark!Reader)

A/N: Soooo, I think I wrote this differently than I expected so, I really hope you like it! 

Song Title: Supermarket Flowers by Ed Sheeran

Tony Stark Masterlist

Warnings: Umm fluff and sad Tony. 

Word Count: 970

Morgan didn’t quite get what was going on but she understood that you left. 

She understood that her father cried a lot and that the house was quieter. 

She understood that your room brought your father to tears. She had heard Tony call it, “the memorial room,”  anytime she missed you, she’d sneak her way in after-hours and lay in your bed. It brought her comfort. Sometimes she’d fall asleep and when she woke up she’d hope you’d be there beside her. 

Morgan walked down the stairs, hearing the soft cries from her father coming from the living room, “Daddy?” she said softly as she walked closer.

Tony quickly wiped away his tears before clearing his throat, “Y-yes, Morgan?” 

Morgan climbed onto the couch to sit on her father’s lap, she placed her hands on his cheek, “why are you sad?” she asked in a soft voice. 

Tony’s heart broke at her innocence, not wanting to explain death to her just yet but at the same time, it was inevitable. She was bound to find out what happened to you sooner or later. The school was starting soon and kids were cruel and they said words without thinking, he knew Morgan would be finding out very soon. Tony pushed Morgans hair to the side, “I’m just missing, Y/N,” he said softly. 

Morgan grinned from ear to ear, “then let’s go see her!” 

Tony held back the tears, “it’s not that easy, Maguna.” 

She tilted her head in a confused manner, “Why not?” 

Tony let out a heavy sigh, “well, because she is no longer with us,” Morgan was still confused and Tony could see it in her face. He didn’t know how to say it to her but he thought of an idea, “come on, Maguna, let’s go for a ride,” he said softly as he picked Morgan up in the process of getting off the couch. 

Tony informed Happy to make a small stop at the supermarket, where Morgan helped Tony pick out some supermarket flowers. Purple ones. Morgan insisted. 

“Now where are we going?” Morgan questioned as she held the bouquet of flowers in her lap. 

Tony watched the scenery outside pass by as Happy drove them to their destination, “to visit, Y/N,” he whispered. 

Morgan beamed at the words, she was going to visit you, her sister. She had missed you so much and she just couldn’t wait to tell you all the things she’s done since you’ve been gone. Tony watched as Happy placed the car in park, Happy looked into the rearview mirror, frowning slightly at the sight of remorse in his boss’s face. “We’re here,” he informed the obvious, but the sound of Happy’s voice snapped Tony out of his thoughts. 

Tony cleared his throat and opened his door, helping Morgan get out of her seat, “is this where Y/N lives?” She asked softly as she looked up at Tony. Tony gave her a small nod as he took hold of Morgan’s hand and lead her down the grassy area, “where are the houses?” she asked. 

Tony sighed, not answering her question as they approached the all familiar headstone for Tony. He was practically there every week. Almost every day. He knew the cemetery like the back of his hand. It’s where you lived. As soon as they were in front of the headstone, Tony bent down to Morgan’s height, still holding her hand. 

Morgan gave her dad’s hand a small squeeze, drawing his attention, “is this Y/N’s door?” Tony gives her a nod. Morgan smiles and lets go of his hand, taking a step forward towards the headstone, “I hope you like the flowers, Y/N,” She said softly as she placed the bouquet at the bottom of the headstone, “I miss you so much, I hope you can come to visit soon.” Morgan turned around and smiled at her dad, “she’ll come to visit soon right?” 

Tony had tears in his eyes, he shook his head, “no, baby,” he said softly, “Y/N can’t come to visit,” he said as Morgan stood next to him, she still didn’t understand why you couldn’t visit. “But we can come here and visit her whenever.” 

“But she isn’t here,” she said softly. 

“She is,” he said softly, “she’s everywhere, actually, especially in here,” Tony said as he gestured to Morgan’s heart. Tony sighed as Morgan looked so confused, “She’s with grandma and grandpa in the sky, remember how I said some people leave to go up in heaven?” She nods. They both stayed there in silence for a few seconds, Morgan sighed before looking over at Happy. Tony gave her a smile, as if to say it was okay, Morgan then quickly ran over to Happy. 

Tony looked back over at the headstone, “I miss you, Y/N/N,” Tony wiped away a tear that had streamed down his cheek, “I hope you enjoy the flowers, Morgan picked them out.” 

Tony heard small footsteps running towards him, he turned to see Morgan running over to him. She smiled as she stood next to him again, “if she’s not here then will she like the flowers?”

Tony chuckled, “I know that she will love them, especially knowing that they came from you,” this made Morgan grin from ear to ear. Tony smiled at his young daughter’s innocence, remembering when you were the same age. He kissed Morgan on the forehead before standing back up and grabbing Morgan’s hand, “come on, let’s go get cheeseburgers.” 

“Yes! Cheeseburgers!” Morgan said excitedly. 

Tony knew that his mourning was not over with, but he also knew that he couldn’t let it take over him. You wouldn’t have wanted that. Tony was going to do his best to keep you as a highlight in Morgan’s life because you were his.

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[virgilmydarkstrangeson]

A Halloween Surprise

A/N: Hoo boy, it’s been so long since I really wrote a one-shot, but I was a part of the Halloween exchange in the lovely @darknightvirgil discord server (join that btw there are so many awesome people). I had Kai, a fellow Brit, so I hope you like it, Kai!

Summary: Logan had to have been dreaming. There was no other way to logically explain what he had witnessed, yet no amount of pinching his skin or reading multiple signs and pages alerted him to be dreaming, except for what had ensued. Pairing: Romantic Analogical, platonic Moxiety Trigger Warnings: Mentions of blood / wounds, demons, werewolves, other spooky creatures, if you see anything else just tell me!! Word Count: 1868

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Logan had to have been dreaming. There was no other way to logically explain what he had witnessed, yet no amount of pinching his skin or reading multiple signs and pages alerted him to be dreaming, except for what had ensued.

It had been a regular Saturday, there was no indication of anything strange happening, even with it being Halloween. The office where Logan worked had a few cheesy streamers and fake cobwebs littered around, and most of his coworkers had dressed up for the occasion, but that was it, not a single paranormal occurrence, as if Logan would ever believe in ghosts or anything of the sort by a door randomly opening or a light switch flicking.

After work, Logan had stopped by the nearby cafe - which had been completely decked out with jack-o-lanterns, fake spiders, skulls and the like - to pick up his boyfriend of nearly four years, Virgil, from his own work. Having had a very stressful week of working on top of already high anxiety, Virgil didn’t feel up to celebrate Halloween this year, so neither of them had dressed up or even decorated their shared apartment, instead choosing to buy some takeout and head home for the night.

This was when the unexplainable event happened. While Logan and Virgil were walking through an oddly quiet area of town, what sounded like metal scraping against the ground sounded from the alleyway they had just walked past, followed by a shriek.

“What was that?” Virgil’s head snapped towards the alleyway, instinctively grabbing hold of Logan’s arm.

“It was most likely nothing. Do you want to check it out?” Virgil nodded, and together they slowly made their way back to the alley, Virgil’s grip on Logan’s arm becoming an almost deathly tight hold with each step.

There was a figure, shrouded in shadow but appearing all too large to be human, standing in the middle of the alley. Virgil seemed to stiffen up, however, Logan felt his unease dissipate. “Just somebody trying to scare us on Halloween, let’s go get some dinner.” Logan turned to walk away, and a hushed, almost inhuman whisper was his only warning.

“Dinner indeed…”

“Lo, look out!” Virgil yelled before Logan was pushed to the floor, his glasses being knocked off his face in the process. A kind of purple mist seemed to roll in from nowhere, and by the time Logan scrambled to his feet and slipped his glasses back on, Virgil was on his hands and knees, clutching his side and panting.

“What on Earth just-” Logan started before he realised that Virgil was bleeding from where he was holding onto his side. “Virgil are you okay!? Holy crap we need to get you to a hospital-”

“No,” Virgil coughed, struggling to stand on his feet. “We should go to Pat’s.”

“You’re bleeding and I didn’t even see anything happen, we should get you professional help right away.” Virgil looked Logan straight in the eyes, an action Logan wasn’t used to due to Virgil’s aversion to making eye contact. What was even stranger was that Virgil’s eyes were a brilliant yellow, a stark contrast to the usual dark chocolate-esque colour, and Logan could’ve sworn his eyes were a natural colour just a few minutes ago.

“We’re going to Patton’s, now.” Yet another occurrence, Virgil never referred to Patton by his full name, not in the time Logan had known them at least, as Virgil and Patton had been best friends for longer than Logan had known either of them. But, upon hearing the urgency in Virgil’s voice, Logan fought the logical side of his brain that was screaming at him to call an ambulance and helped Virgil a few blocks over to where Patton’s apartment was located, on the ground floor luckily for both Virgil and Logan.

Patton opened the door with a beaming smile, but as soon as he saw Virgil his face became sombre as he led the pair into his living room and got Virgil to lie on the couch. Strangely, he didn’t seem confused or even alarmed by the sudden appearance of a bleeding Virgil and began to dig out a first aid kit and bandage Virgil up without hesitation.

“Can you tell me what the hell happened now?” Logan spoke up around five minutes later, once Virgil’s wound was fully bandaged. Virgil slowly sat up and sighed, refusing to even look at Logan, let alone make eye contact.

“That thing that tried to kill you… was a demon.” Virgil’s voice was hushed, and while Patton gasped, seemingly horrified, Logan simply cocked an eyebrow.

“A demon? Virgil you know I don’t believe in mythical creatures.” Meanwhile, Patton was reevaluating Virgil’s wound, as if this information was life-threatening.

“Funny thing to say as the only human in the room,” Patton commented as if it was a normal thing to say, which had Logan’s breath catching in his throat.

“Excuse me, Patton?”

“Pat, he doesn’t know…” Virgil groaned out, trying to swat Patton’s hands away from his wound. “I pushed him down and his glasses fell off.”

“So you mean to tell me you fended off a demon in the little time it takes to put a pair of glasses on?”

“It didn’t seem to be a part of the big clans, I think it was just looking for defenceless humans to get a quick fix. It went for me once then ran when I retaliated after all.”

“Okay, can someone please explain what the hell is actually going on?” Logan could feel the anger starting to bubble in his throat, now thoroughly stressed out at not knowing what on Earth Patton and Virgil were talking about. After sharing a look, Patton was the one out of the pair that spoke up.

“As Vee said, the creature that attacked you was a demon. Demons are soul-suckers and occasionally also drink human blood, and obviously, it wanted to go after any unsuspecting trick-or-treaters.” Patton shuddered slightly and took a breath before continuing. “Demons are really bad news for us, but luckily this one should’ve been scared enough by Virgil to not come back anytime soon.” Logan rubbed the bridge of his nose as he tried to take in the information. It was absolutely absurd, yet Patton was never one to lie, and when he did he was exceptionally bad at it.

“Say I were to believe you, that doesn’t explain what you said earlier about me being the only human in the room.”

“Well, it’s true. Guess we can’t hide it anymore if you were attacked by a demon.” Patton shrugged. “I’m a Puck, well I’m part Puck at least. Pucks are like nature spirits kinda, but we’re not fairies. It’s why I’ve always had this.” Patton pointed to the spring green streak that ran through his hair. “Since Pucks have green hair, I ended up with a bit of it. And Virgil-”

“I can shapeshift a bit,” Virgil mumbled, his head down. “Only into a wolf, though.” Logan’s eyes widened, and what he said next was a whisper, as if he couldn’t believe what e was saying.

“You’re a… werewolf?”

“Hey, no, that’s rude,” Patton piped up, looking genuinely annoyed. “That’s a really rude way of referring to people who can only change into wolves. He’s a Lupus, they’re Lupi. That’s like calling a Drake a weredragon.”

“A… Drake?”

“Draconids, or Drakes, are like Lupi but they turn into dragons instead of wolves.” Virgil sighed. “Roman always has to be so extra.”

“Wait, Roman? As in, my childhood best friend, the guy who’s like a Disney prince fell out of a movie, Roman Preston?”

“The very same! He’s a Draconid, and super proud of it as well.” Patton beamed, and Logan had to sit down, this new information was making his head spin.

“So what, you three have been hiding that you’re… monsters?”

“Rude. We’re supernatural creatures.” Virgil corrected, and Logan couldn’t help the small pang of guilt that shot through him as he saw the pain in Virgil’s face.

“I mean, you’re the only human in our whole group. We may have been waiting for you to reveal some supernatural trait for a while now but you never did.” Patton laughed nervously, and Logan was gone, he was losing his mind at this information.

“None of you are human? What about Remy?”

“Incubus. A sprite that feeds off of affection, and sort of a cousin to demons.” Patton explained.

“Emile?”

“An Empathy Fae,” Virgil spoke this time. “Can read people’s emotions.”

“Wait, Virgil, is Thomas even your half-brother?” Virgil nodded. He still hadn’t looked at Logan since revealing this secret.

“Uh, yeah. He’s half-Lupus.” Logan sat back in his seat, glasses off and hands pressed against his eyes as his mind tried to process the knowledge of, well, another world. It was mind-bogglingly difficult, especially for Logan’s logic-centred brain, to comprehend, that his friends and boyfriend weren’t human.

“I… I need a lie-down…” Logan spoke maybe five, maybe ten minutes later, before standing up and heading to the spare bedroom that Patton always kept clean in case anybody needed to sleep, and Logan did just that. He laid down and was immediately asleep, his mind whirring even in his dreams.

When Logan awoke, his mind was foggy, and he felt as if he had been sleeping for years. He sat up, found his glasses and looked around, before realising that he was in Patton’s guest bedroom. It was then that Logan remembered the obscene dream he had, where all of his friends were actually monsters in disguise. Had to have been a dream, obviously.

So when Logan left the room, he saw Virgil in his signature hoodie, eyes their natural colour, and Patton, with that weird green streak in his hair he insisted on never changing for some odd reason, talking over mugs of what Logan could only assume to be coffee, knowing Virgil. Speaking of, it was Virgil who first noticed that Logan was there, and he was up, looking worried.

“How do you feel?” Virgil’s voice was low and concerned, which puzzled Logan slightly.

“Fine, although I don’t remember exactly how we got here.” In his half-awake state, Logan missed Patton’s alarmed look towards them from the kitchen, as he was zeroing in on both Virgil and the smell of coffee.

“This random guy was being a dick and trying to scare us, and I’m not sure how but you slipped and kinda hit your head a bit, so I brought you back here to make sure you were okay.” Virgil gave Logan a small smile, before giving him the mug of coffee he had been holding. “Pat was just telling me about the trick-or-treaters he got last night.”

As Logan sat down, he missed the look that Patton and Virgil shared, and he failed to see the faint yellow glint in Virgil’s eyes and the fact that the green streak in Patton’s hair was brighter than before. But he wouldn’t have thought anything of it if he had seen either of those things after all his dream was just a bizarre dream, and monsters were make-believe for Halloween movies and cheap costumes.

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Trinkets, Valuable, 3: More useful than simple baubles touched mystery, these items have either a clear purpose, a reliable ability or are made from a fairly costly material. The items could fetch fair prices to collectors of the strange, jewelers, antique or art dealers or simply to barter with if the owner is short on actual currency.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

---Keep reading for 90 more trinkets.

---Note: The previous 10 items are repeated for easier rolling on a d100.

A 30 foot length of supple, incredibly strong rope. It can hold five times as much as a typical hemp rope but is twice as heavy and bulky.

A beautiful beaten copper amulet that hums whenever you face or travel south.

A beautifully carved jade headdress patterned with arcane runes.

A bizarre whistle that expels floating motes of Randomly Colored light when blown. The motes dissipate after a few seconds

A black chitin mask that covers the mouth that allows the bearer speak to beetles and scorpions. It doesn’t grant the insects any greater intelligence or the ability to speak back.

A black silk armband that causes the bearer to cast no shadow when worn.

A black silk undershirt that stops the bearer from casting a shadow when worn

A black velvet bag containing 13 silver coins. The coins appear to be covered in fresh blood when viewed by a creature who has betrayed a true friend

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display an exaggerated caricature of the bearer’s face. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A blank wooden mask that when worn, changes to display the bearer’s face upside-down. The mask’s face mimics the movements of the bearer’s facial expressions in real time.

A brass teapot that boils water when sung to for five minutes.

A bright crimson felt hat that, when worn, causes the wearer appear slender to everyone except themselves. Perceptive creature can see through this simple illusion if they try hard enough.

A brightly-colored glove that walks around randomly for one minute on its own when placed on a hard, flat surface.

A small ceramic beetle which becomes animate and cleans the floor of the nearby area while its owner sleeps.

A ceramic mug covered in a fire motif. It slowly warms any liquid placed in it to a bit above room temperature, and keeps heated liquids placed in it hotter longer.

A ceremonial silver spearhead covered in intricate royal designs.

A choker necklace made of black and white lace that renders the bearer’s speech backwards when worn. For example: “They speak like this” becomes “Siht ekil kaeps yeht.”

A cold granite wand that shouts “Lies!” whenever the creature holding it makes a factual statement.

A collar made of wolf leather which allows the bearer to perfectly imitate canine howls and growls.

A cracked mirror that shows the viewer as they were years ago, uninjured and in the prime of youth and health.

A creepy porcelain doll whose dark garnet eyes appear to gather the light towards them giving them a disturbing appearance. When the room is darkened its head will turn to face the nearest living creature within 20 feet that has line of sight to the doll. If the doll is put away inside a box or a bag it attempts to move just enough to get out and sit upright in plain sight, but it will only do so if it is not being watched.

A deck of oddly marked cards that shuffle themselves.

A deck of tarot cards that shuffle, deal and flip themselves

A disorganized bag of jewellery. Most of it is shiny costume jewellery and virtually worthless. However, a perceptive searcher finds one plain gold ring sized for a fat finger.

A fine silver candlestick. It holds four black candles. Three of them are almost burnt down to stubs while the fourth is as yet unused.

A fishing pole that can create an illusionary image of the biggest fish ever caught with it at the wielder’s command

A fist sized ball of snow that never melts. It is always cold to the touch

A folded piece of metal-paper with strange words and symbols that plays foreign music when unfolded.

A hand mirror that does not reflects living creatures

A hand mirror that reflects everything but the person holding it

A hand sized figurine of an elaborate stone castle that has tiny glowing torches and emits illusionary smoke from its chimneys.

A head sized sealed glass orb that contains water, plants, and small fish. The glass is stronger than steel and the ecosystem inside seems to be magically self sustaining.

A hooded, deep purple mantle that is doubled, fashioned of exotic fabrics, with gold embroidery along the hem.

A jewelry box made from an oyster’s shell containing a single large black pearl

A lantern with a black candle that never runs out and that burns with a putrid green flame

A large sack full of various sets of clothing including common peasant clothing, a foot soldier’s military uniform from the local region, a jester’s outfit, and fine clothing fit for a minor noble.

A leather armband bearing a single steel disc with a circular blue button in its center. Pressing the blue button allows the bearer to record a thought, memory, idea or message no more than 15 seconds in length causing it to turn red. Pressing the button while it’s red causes the bearer to recall or re-experience the stored information which turns the button blue again. The information can only be recalled by the creature that originally stored it, attempting to recall information stored by another bearer simply turns the button blue and the information is lost.

A live potted flower that grows humanoid teeth instead of petals. The plant is incredibly hardy and requires very little care to survive.

A masterfully carved marble chalice that can hold three times its apparent volume of liquid.

A matching set of self-cleaning steel utensils (Knife, fork, spoon) that chime at dawn.

A mechanical cricket that when whistled to, it will reproduce the same whistling every five minutes.

A metal cowl that keeps the bearer’s head cool at all times.

A metal eye patch that displays images of the bearer’s parents on the inside when worn.

A metal stylus which will draw black lines on any solid surface. The lines remain until either the stylus goes further than 30 ft from the writing, or until nightfall, whichever comes first.

A mirror one square foot in size, set in a silver frame. When a creature looks at this mirror, the reflection will move on it’s own and act in a flirtatious manner: fluttering its eyelashes, posing suggestively winking, and blowing kisses.

A narrow azure steel tube that sucks in air at one end, to blow it out the other.

A one liter clay teapot that fills itself with fresh hot green tea every morning at dawn. Any tea not consumes within eight hours completely evaporates.

A paintbrush that when used, turns any paint used with it a different Random Color with each stroke of the brush.

A pair of bone dice that emit maniacal laughter when shaken.

A pair of goggles that lets the bearer see the infra-red heat patterns that originate from plants and other vegetation only.

A pair of sturdy travel boots which reduce the weight of the bearer by five pounds when both are worn

A pair of wire and glass spectacles that make bearer invisible to themselves

A palm sized miniature of a duck, carved from ivory

A plush pillow with a silky red cover. Any creature of young age or small stature will be inexplicably attracted to this pillow.

A pouch containing a dozen carved wooden goblins figurines that fight each other when placed on a surface

A Randomly Colored handkerchief that automatically cleans itself and emanates a nice smell when used.

A remembrance locket that when opened creates a life sized illusion of an unknown person.

A rubber ball that screams and wails when it’s squeezed.

A shining steel hairpin. When affixed appropriately, the hair of the wearer cannot be soiled or sullied, the hairstyle withstanding even hail and storms

A silver and glass inkwell that cannot spill

A silver bracelet from which hang a number of charms carved from small gemstones. Each is decorated with a single rune (Fire, water, air, earth, dragon, angel, demon).

A silver rod that makes no noise when it strikes anything.

A single fishwood torch. It functions as a normal torch but requires no oxygen and can even burn underwater.

A small black cube that projects the image of a hand sized spider wandering around when placed on a level surface

A small bone disk that when squeezed, projects a life-sized illusion of a horse directly above it. The illusion remains until the disk is squeezed again and the illusion is always of the same dappled grey mare.

A small leather clutch purse containing a limited selection cosmetics and makeups that refills itself each dawn.

A small music box that plays by itself whenever someone holding it dances. The box always plays music that compliments the style of dancing the user is performing.

A small pot containing a sapling that never grows, but seems to dance when not watched. The sapling remains healthy even despite a total lack of sunlight, water or nutrients, but is damaged normally by fire or physical means.

A small pouch containing twenty cigarettes wrapped in a deep crimson paper that, when smoked, causes the user to exhale monstrously shaped smoke clouds.

A small pouch secured with rope wrapped around it and filled with a dozen individually cloth wrapped bronze coins. All are from different nations or kingdoms and have different designs. Each individually wrapped parcel is tied shut with string.

A small silver coffer set with three agates in a uneven triangle. The sides are sculpted to resemble tiger paws.

A small smooth river stone that may be absorbed into any point on the body and produced from another point at will.

A small spherical, brass astrolabe that automatically tracks the movements of the planes and other dimensions. It provides no useful information to those lacking a strong background in planar or dimensional geography.

A small velvet lined box of varnished walnut wood containing five hinged walnut shells, each have a miniature carved diorama inside. The carvings are intricate and incredible well detailed and would fetch a good price with the right collector assuming it remains in good condition.

A small wooden coffer containing a dire wolf’s withered tongue. This tongue tapers to a thin tip which is curved into a ladle-like form. When picked up a lapping sound can be heard and the tongue will pull the wielder toward anyone who is wounded in the nearby area.

A small, beautifully carved wooden fish. The fish is exquisitely detailed and obviously took a long time to craft. The sigil of a sea god is carved into its back.

A small, slim, featureless black rectangle of pliable, soft, but tough material. It tastes sweet but cannot be chewed (But can be easily gnawed upon without damage to teeth) or eaten. The flavor never runs out.

A smooth glass tube that emits a point of red light one inch in diameter and visible up to 30 feet.

A star shaped wooden pendant that sings whale songs when completely submerged in water.

A steel egg-shaped device that when squeezed, negates all odor within three feet of it for one minute, once per hour.

A steel hoop one foot across that automatically sharpens any blade passed through it as if the weapon had been worked with a whetstone, oil and skilled hands for five minutes.

A strange insect caught in a piece of amber. While in a person’s possession the owner slowly begins to see visions of crawling insects in his peripheral vision that disappear when looked at directly. The visions become more frequent and realistic the longer the trinket remains in his possession.  

A straw hat that changes the wearer’s hair color to blonde while it’s worn.

A strip of black cloth that, when wrapped around the eyes and head like a blindfold, causes the bearer to be unable to hear.

A stylus which writes in a different color depending on the user’s mood.

A supple wineskin, died a rich red-gold, with a polished maple drink spout. Water kept in this container tastes particularly wonderful.

A tattered cloak crafted from black wool with a blue silk liner. The bearer will perceive all other creatures as the opposite of their actual sex or gender. The illusion is not shown in any reflective surfaces and a mirror will show the bearer who they truly are.

A telescopic metal ten foot pole that collapses into a two foot cylinder

A thee-inch tall tornado that will spin in ever expanding circles unless held in the palm of a hand or in some sort of container. The force of its wind is equivalent to a light breeze.

A thick disk of iron and glass that, when pressed against flesh, instantly etches a tattoo of a black scorpion

A thick leather collar, plated in sections of silver, each inset with four small oval-cut sapphires. There is a large iron ring where the collar attaches

A thick wool cloak that Randomly changes color every day and is never the same two days in a row

A three-foot length of silken string that when given the command word, will coil around whatever it touches and grip it with one pound of force

A three-foot-long length of braided metal wire that rearranges itself into strange three-dimensional geometric forms every hour.

A three-inch high, solid gold statuette depicting the fell patron of a defunct evil cult. The statuette is incredibly old and has become worn and dented through the ages.

A three-inch-tall ceramic doll that dances when you clap.

A tiny brass clockwork cathedral that plays quiet organ music when wound

A tiny glass cube that distorts visibility within six inches around it.

A tiny intricately carved bone awl made for body piercing. The tool inflicts no pain when it pierces flesh

A toe ring made of gold-plated iron that is set with a marble claw. Around the base of the claw are a dozen pinhead-sized common cabochon cut topaz.

[unknownentery]

The Yokai Village: Chapter 3 The Transformation

“I’m so happy,” Tamamo said excitedly while wagging her tail. “What do you need to do to prepare me?” I asked. “Simple, I have to train you to have some spiritual power” Tamamo replied. “It doesn’t sound that simple,” I said. “This is how it works. Humans with high spiritual skills can easily become a yokai because all the yokai has to do is convert it from human spiritual powers to yokai spiritual powers. However, humans with little to no spiritual powers often die because the process of giving raw yokai powers often kills the human. There are a total of 6 human turned yokai. 4 of them were high spiritual humans. However, we had 38 cases of humans with low spiritual power we tried to turn. Only 2 survived. However, I found a way to do it. It’s simple, but hard to master. The human must need the bare basics of spiritual power. Then I convert what little there is to become yokai spiritual powers. Then I have it rapidly, but not instantly expand till it reaches the point where you sprout your ears, wings, horns, fangs, tail, or any of them and you fully become a yokai '' Tamamo said in a huge expedition dump. “What yokai will I become?” I asked. “It's weird, I can’t directly turn you into something of a Tengu or Neko, but I can turn you directly in a fox spirit as I am one. However, I can give you more raw yokai powers, and there you will become any yokai that fits your personality. It can also depend on who you hang out with. If you hung out with Shuto, you would more likely be a tengu.” Tamamo explained. “I have a feeling you're becoming a fox spirit anyways” Tamamo continued. “I’m going to help you cast your first spell, but you have to be the one to actually cast it. All you need to know is the most basic spell, and how to control your spiritual powers” Tamamo explained. Tamamo grabbed my arms right next to my hands. I began to feel a soft kind of energy flowing through where she was grabbing them. “You can feel that right?” Tamamo asked. “Yes'” I replied. “Alright try to move it with your mind and will. Just let it out and it will create a spark” Tamamo instructed me. I began to will my ability to control it. I thought to myself that I want to have it move forward and out of my hands. Eventually after trying hard and willing it. I felt my spiritual powers moving forward. I thought to myself to push hard, and then suddenly I saw a spark come out of my hand. Tamamo and I were shocked to see it. At that point the feeling I had in my arms spread throughout my body. “You did it Zack'' Tamamo said excitedly. “Now you should see these powers throughout your whole body. It's hard for a human to do without them knowing they have these powers. The thing is that humans don’t have the ability to generate or store spiritual energy, but they can use the ones around them. However, once they do it once, they can start generating and storing spiritual energy. Now that you did it, you just have to learn how to control it. You do so with your mind and will'' Tamamo explained in another expedition dump. I focus on the powers I feel in my body. I had problems keeping it stable. I accidently created a few sparks a few times, but eventually I was able to control it. Once I stabilize it, it feels like how I did before I gained my power. However, once I wanted to start casting my basic spell, I could feel it again. “Alright it is time, you can control your spiritual powers. I need you to lay down on the bed” Tamamo calmly said. I got onto the bed and layed down. “This is it Zack! Are you ready?” Tamamo asked. “I am ready,” I replied. Tamamo got onto the bed and she put both her hands on my chest. “Here I go,” Tamamo said. Tamamo ears pointed all the way up. Her tail began to wag. She closed her eyes. I began to feel something. Tamamo's long blond hair began to start floating a little. Tamamo eyes opened and were glowing. Her eyes were purple. They were always like that, but this is the first time I really noticed. “Look into my eyes, you are seeing raw yokai energy. It helps you understand yokai energy a little” Tamamo instructed me. I began to really feel my spiritual powers inside of me growing. It felt like more was being put into me, but not a really fast past. It is slower. I looked into Tamamo's eyes. I couldn’t describe it, but I saw what looked like stars shrouded by mist. This must be what spiritual power looks like. The feeling inside my body began to start increasing. It was starting to be too much. I couldn’t help but blank out and wobble a little. Eventually Tamamo took her hands off of me. I fully regained my awareness. Tamamo grabbed a mirror. “Take a look,” Tamamo told me. I looked in the mirror. I looked the same, but my eyes were purple like Tamamo. I wonder where my yokai features. However, I notice the powers inside of me are still growing. By the time I realized that, I felt something pop up on my head. I looked in the mirror again, and I had the ears of a fox. They were blond and had a white tip. Shortly after noticing I felt something pop out of my upper butt. I looked behind me, and I saw my fox tail. It was also blond with a white tip. I looked at Tamamo. Tamamo looked really happy as she was wagging her tail. I have become a fox spirit. Tamamo jumped on me and started hugging me. I started wagging my tail as well. My ears started to fold as I blushed. Tamamo eventually told me “Hey, do you want to go to Shuto house and prove her wrong” That idea sounded really good to me. It would be funny to see her face. “Sure why not” I replied. Tamamo walked near the door and grabbed a bag. She pulled some clothes out of the beg. “I bought you some kitsune clothes,” Tamamo said. I put them on, they looked like those clothes you see any kitsune wear in anime. They had that long wide sleeve thing. They matched Tamamo clothes quite well. “Alright be nice to Shuto. She is actually quite friendly; however, there is a reason she aggressively reacted to you. Remember when I told you that yokai hunters were starting to catch on to our new hiding spots? Although we only had a handful of instantence, it did claim a few lives. A close friend to Shuto named Akela, was one of them. Ever since then Shuto has developed a deep hatred of humans. So don’t mock her” Tamamo explained. Tamamo grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the bed. She walked me to the door. “Try to act natural, try not to look surprised or shocked. The other yokai might get suspicious, but won’t be able to jump to the conclusion of you being a former human” Tamamo warned me. She opened the front door. A soft breeze entered the room as we began to walk out of the house. We walk onto the main road. There were yokai everywhere. It was as frightening as I thought it would be. Most just didn’t pay attention to us. Some looked at Tamamo and me. Some of them had their eyes glued to me. We keep walking. There were other houses, but there were some stores and restaurants as well. Some of them were outside like a kiosk. Like the food was made indoors, but the seats were outside. Those areas were busy. Some places only had select races, like one restaurant was mostly Kitsunes and Tengus. While others had more Tanukis and Nekos. These areas were busy. There were the usual Kitsune, Tengu, Wolf Spirits, Nekos, Onis, and Tanukis. However, a handful were of other yokai kinds. There was a spider like yokai in one of the stores. I saw another yokai that appeared to be a female human. However, after getting a closer look. She had red eyes, fangs, and bat wings somewhat hidden by her clothes. It hit me that she was a vampire. I also noticed some of them were flying in the air. Most looked like Tengus. Tamamo stopped right next to a house. “Here we are,” she said. Tamamo walked out to the door and knocked. “Hey Shuto, I have come to hang out. The door opened revealing Shuto. “Oh hi Tamamo, what br….” Shuto said before looking at me. Shuto was suddenly shocked when she looked at me. Her wings spread out as a result. She realized that Tamamo had succeeded in turning me. “Come in,” Shuto said. We both walked in. Shuto house looked a lot like Tamamo. We all sat down at a table. “So you become a fox spirit?” Shuto looked at me and asked. “Umm yes” I replied. “How did you do it Tamamo?” she asked Tamamo. “I will publish the spell tomorrow,” Tamamo replied. Shuto turned and looked at me. “So I guess you no longer have to fear yokai or me” Shuto said ending in a humorist remark. “I was about to make dinner. Care to join?” Shuto asked. “Sure,” Tamamo replied. “Can you light the oven? I don’t want to waste my last match” Shuto asked. Tamamo stood up however, she looked at me. “Why don’t you do it Zack?” Tamamo said. I was surprised. However, I stood up and walked to the oven. I pointed my finger out the oven. I started to activate the spiritual energy inside of me. I wanted my magic to push to my fingers and push out a small flame. After willing it, I saw a small flame pop out of my fingers and it landed in the oven. Shuto then said “Man It kind of sucks not being able to light my own oven” Then Tamamo replied “Really you can fly almost twice as fast as me” I was shocked. “Wait, you can fly? And does that me” I asked Tamamo. “Yes, you and I can fly,” Tamamo replied. Tamamo and Shuto suddenly started hovering off the ground. I was amazed by it. Shuto and Tamamo giggled. Shuto then told me “You know for a former human, you are not too bad. We should teach you how to fly”

[aendelin]

The Fourteen Families

The Fourteen Families are the noble houses which are descended from the Fourteen Founders, and thus hold the most political power. They are as follows: House Yeriot - House color is gold and symbol is the lion. It, along with House Lispienne, is by far one of the wealthiest houses, and certainly the most pious of all them. It is also the House that holds the most political power, due to the current Emperor, Balthazar rul Yeriot XVI, also being the patriarch of the House. Since the Empire's inception, House Yeriot has reaped the benefits of their image as the most religious house, and its capital, Serenity, is notably a city where the laws of the gods are most strictly enforced. House Lispienne - House color is grey and symbol is the dolphin. It, along with House Yeriot, is by far one of the wealthiest houses, and its nobility tend to be the foremost patrons of the arts in all of Aendelin, as the College of the Bards is located in the capital of House Lispienne’s seaside territories, Lon Chivreau. There's a certain kind of romanticism to the city (and by extension all of House Lispienne and its territories) as that is the birthplace of the code of chivalry. House Farborne - House color is orange and symbol is the horse. This house is considered to be among the finest horse breeders and horseback combatants in the world. It helps that its lands are situated very close to the Green Marches, a vast, sunny grassland that the histories hold to be the ancestral homeland of the Empire. While the various tribes of the marches have, at best, a surly relationship with the Empire due to various past wars and historical grievances against the Empire's imperialistic tendencies, House Farborne seems to be the least reviled. Its capital, Old Haven, is said to be one of the first bases of operations of the Fourteen Founders and their armies during the ancient rebellion against the Tief Kingdoms. House Dilair - House color is indigo and symbol is the peacock. Since the beginning, House Dilair and its nobility has produced many long lines of talented mages, and because of it, the territories controlled by House Dilair are by far the most well-equipped to have dealings with mages and matters of a magical nature. There is a reason that its capital, Hiraine, is commonly called the City of Magicians. The nobility of House Dilair spend about as much time with magical studies and experimentation as they do political matters and statecraft, some of which have had bizarre side effects on the world at large. The most famous of these was the White Incident 60 years ago, the result of an unknown, secretive experiment that produced a large (but seemingly harmless) wave of energy that covered the entire continent, but only affected those who were pregnant at the time. The result: House Dilair had inadvertently created the Changeling race. House Locke - House color is dark green and symbol is the spider. House Locke has had a long and proud history of being the source of many innovations and advancements in technology, all the way back to Lendria Locke, one of the Fourteen Founders and the very first artificer in recorded history (as well as the idol of every highborn girl feeling oppressed by the institution of arranged marriages and having their careers decided for them that the Empire's nobility tends to enforce). They are the creators of the Warforged race, in an effort to use them as expendable soldiers in a war a few decades back (more on this later). The "warforges" used to create them were dotted all over House Locke's territories, with several in its capital city, Tynewell. House Ithir - House color is purple and symbol is the raven. Deep within the murky swamps of House Ithir's territories lies its capital, Nocturne, and in that capital, lies the headquarters of the Empire's courier services. They are also the Empire's primary spymasters, with a massive information network that encompasses the whole continent. House Ithir also provides the realm with a valued service as the makers of the most widely distributed source of written news in the Empire. House Shengil - House color is blue and symbol is the shark. This house has had a long and proud history as Aendelin's undisputed masters of naval warfare, and its capital, Port Olazule, is a major shipping port, with ships going to many different port towns in Aendelin, and even getting ships from other continents, either for trade or for travel. However, the waters surrounding their territories have a severe tendency to attract pirates, and occasionally even attacks from the militantly isolationist Tritons whenever they feel that their waters are being intruded upon by surface dwellers. House Viida - House color is yellow and symbol is the hornet. House Viida is credited with the invention of the crossbow some 1000 years ago, and produces by far the most effective and disciplined soldiers in the entire Empire. Its capital, Arglacester, is heavily fortified, but nowhere near as much as Highthrone. House Rugaasi - House color is red and symbol is the bull. The house in closest proximity to the Aralakhi Hordelands, the people of House Rugaasi have an unstable relationship with the Uruks, as they have both fought the Urukish hordes numerous times in history, but are also one the only house that are on anything resembling mostly friendly terms with the Uruks, due to their prowess in battle, not that this is saying much. As a result, the area has a large population of Uruks. A martial house by nature, House Rugaasi also hosts the largest, most well-known, and well-funded gladiatorial games on the continent. House Sethil - House color is lime green and symbol is the viper. It's a rather notorious house whose nobility are very adept at the political machinations of the court. Not helping their reputation is that their capital, Nestmoor, is very crime-ridden, has a pretty corrupt guard force, and, rumor has it, is the base of operations for the Knights of the Cloak and Dagger, the largest thieves' guild in all of Aendelin. Despite this, Nestmoor remains a strong center of commerce, and is generally an okay place to live if you know to stay out of certain back alleys, and don't cross the nobility or the guards. House Hartmann - House color is dark red and symbol is the bat. One of the houses situated in the northern territories of Aendelin, its lands have, by far the darkest atmosphere in the whole continent. Not only is it one of the few places where one can find caverns deep enough to go into a subterranean maze of darkness and monsters known as the Underdark, its nobility have a long history of turning out to be vampires. That would certainly explain the occasions when criminals end up disappearing without a trace, and the rarer occasions when visitors enter their ancestral castle and never return. The current monarch, Exordius xor Hartmann XIII, even looks eerily like old Exordius Hartmann the First, one of the Fourteen Founders. The capital, Vuldyre, is nicknamed the Hanging City because its buildings are quite literally situated on the sides of the cliffs surrounding one of the territory's rivers, making the whole city look like it defies gravity itself. It does not, this is actually the result of the very clever and innovative architects who helped found and construct the city. That said, it does give the city a foreboding atmosphere, and the way it's constructed has made people say it is virtually impregnable. House Ulfhednar - House color is dark blue and symbol is the wolf. Despite its near-monopoly on lumber services and large farming and animal herding industries, House Ulfhednar remains one of the poorest of the Fourteen Families, which isn't saying much. Its heavily forested lands have historically been plagued by werewolves, so travelers tend to tread with caution. Unfortunately, because of this, its residents are quite paranoid and are quick to resort to charging at anything even remotely suspicious with torches and pitchforks. Despite this, its regions have garnered something of a rural charm despite it being located in the central areas of the Empire. Its capital, Warwicke, has its guards constantly on alert for werewolf attacks. House Grunbeld - House color is brown and symbol is the bear. This house has had a long history of trade deals, and occasional conflicts, with the dwarves. In addition, House Grunbeld's territories are rich with raw minerals, and because of it, they have a thriving mining industry. Its capital, Froscheth, is situated in a frigid, snowy area where the water is usually below freezing, and it is the only port city in the northern part of the Empire, and one of the only two major port cities in the northern part of Aendelin as a whole. House Narthus - House color is green and symbol is the deer. This heavily forested, far-flung corner of the Empire borders what little territories the elves have left, and because of it, the area has a large population of elves. Racial relations tend to be shaky, due to the elves' historical grievances of the Empire's ancient invasion of their land. Aside from that, this area has, by far, the most druidic activity, and there are rumors that the ancient druidic sects still exist, and are hiding in plain sight so the Empire won't actively persecute the practice of their ways. Its lands have some of the most breathtaking displays of nature unspoiled by civilization. Its capital, Elcort, is hidden within the dense forestry, and is one of the few human cities to be built in harmony with nature rather than in conflict with it on a level comparable, but nowhere near surpassing, the average elven settlement.

[cenniedolls]

Kyprian ventures into the forest surrounding the bog wearing Zetherain’s red cloak, and even though these woods and the wetlands beyond are familiar, they feel deep and strange today in the fading light.  The cedars loom over him, thick trunks covered in rough bark and cool moss, and even though he knows the texture, there is something off about it now, with the last full moon of autumn waxing bright far above.  Damp and uneven beneath his feet, the forest floor is no different than any other day, scattered with shallow pools of still water and jagged rocks, but Kyprian feels threatened by it in a way that goes deeper than the risk of twisting an ankle in the dark.  The seasons turn sharply here, but it is more than the simple seasonal change making the air itself feel heavy against what little skin Kyprian has bared to it.

The bog belongs to the witch, after all.  This first ring of cedar swamp less than the moose meadows beyond, and that less than the acidic sphagnum heart of the bog proper, but the people of Havenswood don’t come this far without good cause.  Kyprian knows the witch just as well as he knows the forest, though, and she doesn’t scare him.  Nerai is unpredictable, capricious; but she is no villain like the witches in the village stories.  It’s her creatures he is wary of, both those created by Nerai that are familiar vegetation given unfamiliar sentience, and those that are themselves, first, and merely give allegiance to the witch.  First among these is the wolf.  This time of year, he is even less predictable than usual.

The moon is glowing silver over the whispering sedges of the moose meadow by the time Kyprian makes it through the cedars.  He pauses at the edge of the trees, eyes adjusting to the new light; it is nowhere near the light of day, as some stories might suggest, but after the near complete black behind him, the moonlight is too much.  There is a lantern hanging cold at his hip, but it had felt too invasive to bring lit, and Kyprian does not want to risk a feeling like that, not now.  He is beginning to feel that even the deep red of his cloak is too strong, tonight, the velvet nearly as dangerous as firelight.  There is no substance to the danger, though, no definition and no rationalization - Kyprian knows this place, knows its creatures and its people, but still he has to draw himself together to step out into the moonlight.

Both quieter and louder than the cedar swamp, the moose meadow is full of the whisper of grass and sedge, yet empty of the sudden animal noises of the forest.  The ground here is uniformly damp, sinking slightly beneath Kyprian’s feet as he parts the grasses to pass through.  There are paths through the meadow, but he cannot trust them.  That’s one thing the village stories get right.

Even though the rustling he causes passing through sounds deafening in the night, Kyprian knows that he won’t hear the wolf coming if Sage decides to sneak up on him.  The wolf has long since mastered moving soundlessly, even here in the stiff sedge and crisp grasses.

Farther in, and there are hummocks of brush rising from the bog; the uniform meadow gives way to deeper water, masked in places by thick sphagnum moss looking like an innocent forest floor over sucking mud.  Solid ground is tricky to find, here.  One way is to stay close to the brush, but some of the hillocks are tiny floating islands just waiting to tip the unwary into the murky water.  Narrow, bristly spruce trees spear up in places, golden tamaracks in others, but even the ground around these trees may be too unstable for human feet.  

Kyprian has walked through the bog many times before, and knows all of its tricks.  As many as anyone can, at least.  Without living here, he is sure it’s impossible to truly understand the place, but Kyprian doesn’t step into the smooth floating carpet of sphagnum moss, or try to use the drifting brush islands to hold his weight.  He doesn’t investigate the sweet smell, something between apple cider and the chocolates Zetherain used to love, wafting from the unnaturally large pitcher plant out in the bog, or follow the fluttering lights between the trees at the corner of his vision, or let the sinuous movements just under the surface of the open patches of water unnerve him.  The bog is full of Nerai’s creatures, and he has seen all these before.  She likes things that push at boundaries - makes creatures larger, faster; gives them more agency, intelligence, strange new traits drawn from somewhere else.  Bats that glow like lightning bugs and live off moonlight; lightning bugs the size of bats that dip and dive through the water eating fish.  All these creatures follow only their own natures and the will of the witch herself, though.  Thus, they’re predictable.  Nerai’s tentacle monsters are the stuff of nightmares, but it just goes to show that you can get used to anything, because Kyprian knows them now, and can avoid them accordingly.  Not so with the wolf.

It’s not as though Sage is the wolf from village stories, a poorly disguised metaphor for the consequences of discouraged actions.  He’s not the danger of leaving home given physical form - or perhaps he is that - or the pitfalls of new adulthood - although there are moments Kyprian can see the parallel - or some mindless beast, ravening in the woods.  In stories, the wolf is a convenient symbol or a simple danger, but in the witch’s bog, her wolf is altogether more complicated.

Be careful of the wolf, Zetherain had said, one of the last things he told Kyprian before leaving.  It was a bit late for that.  Be careful of what?  Sage’s sharp claws and canine teeth?  The smoky edge to his smirks, and the way he stands a bit too close?  Or the way he rolls in the sweet-smelling sedges behind the witch’s house in the warm days of summer, full of simple joy, and the softness of his furry ears?

All of these things, maybe.  The wolf is a complicated figure, and carries a variety of dangers.  On a night like this, full of moonlight and sharp with the first edge of winter, that danger is perhaps at its most literal.  On a night like this, Sage is a creature of the bog, first, and something human after.

Kyprian picks his way steadily closer to the stand of trees near the center of the bog, where the witch has built her house.  There’s an expanse of open water beside it, not quite a lake and nothing like the Pool where the bog meets the mountains.  Still, it is the most predictable area in this part of the bog, with a paradoxically solid shoreline between the floating mosses and the ring of cattails and rushes surrounding the water.  Kyprian allows himself a short breath of relief when he reaches it, and of course that’s when the wolf strikes.

There’s a howl that contains at least some of the sounds of his name, and Sage pounces out of a stand of golden tamaracks teetering at the edge of the solid ground.  Kyprian gets a glimpse of shining eyes and bright teeth, before Sage barrels into him and they crash into the shallow water and crisp cattails.  Startled despite knowing that something of the sort must be coming, Kyprian shrieks, spluttering as some of the bog gets into his eyes and mouth.

Sage is laughing at him, but even as they fell the wolf turned to take most of their weight, so Kyprian is not nearly as bruised or muddy as he could be.  He barely has time for the thought before Sage is up again, bounding around with his tail thrashing behind him.  So it’s one of those nights, after all.

“Trick or treat,” Kyprian says, as dry as possible while he’s sitting waist-deep in water, picking duckweed off his face.  Sage just howls with laughter, rolling to a stop at the edge of the shore.  He’s a bit more wolfish than usual, tonight, hands more clawed and feet more like paws, fur all the way to his rolled-up pants, but even though his eyes are full of wild energy, it’s not the dark kind Kyprian sometimes finds there.

“Nerai’s got the treats,” Sage says.  “C’mon, come inside.”

Kyprian accepts a hand up, and leans into Sage when the wolf slings an arm around his waist.  A few more steps around the curve of the shore, and there’s the witch’s house, lights gleaming in the windows.  Orange, purple, strangely black; still, the light is welcoming, and Kyprian likes the way it reflects off the water, swirling through the silver moonlight.  The witch has a flair for the dramatic, but an eye for beauty too.

There are pumpkins carved with faces on the step, and cobwebs hanging from the eaves.  One of the pumpkins cackles at them; another winks, leering far more effectively than a vegetable should.  A massive spider swings out of the way as Kyprian raises his hand to knock on the door.

“Trick or treat,” he calls, put somewhat at ease by the fact that Sage is still at his side.  Not that the witch would think twice before pranking the wolf along with him, but at least they’re in it together.

She just opens the door with a gleeful shriek and an armful of candy, though.  Everyone else is already here - Zetherain is waiting by the window, projecting indifference; Finael is slouched at the table with Lilon next to her; Lilon is pouting, looking askance at the massive pair of costume rabbit ears on Finael’s head.  Nerai herself is wearing a ridiculously oversized witch’s hat in the style of children’s stories, and Kyprian is sure she’s responsible for Finael’s rabbit ears as well.

“Finally!” the witch crows.  She snaps her fingers, treats abandoned to float in the air beside her, and Kyprian’s wet cloak sweeps off his shoulders to hang next to the hearth.  Sage drags him into the next room, bundling him into a dry sweater and pants, entirely more hindrance than help.  Kyprian stumbles, giggles, gets a mouthful of Sage’s hair and a faceful of his ears.  He can just make out Zetherain’s low voice through the half-closed door, and Nerai’s laugh clear as a bell.  She sweeps him into a chair when they come back out, and suddenly the table is full of pie and candies, and a bowl of shining red apples.

“Lilon did the baking,” Sage says, with a sly glance at Nerai.  “So it’s all safe.”

She kicks his feet out from under him as he moves toward his seat, and Sage topples into Finael, who just sighs.  Even she is smiling, though; it’s faint, but some of the chill is missing from her eyes.  Across the table, Zetherain rolls his eyes.

“You’d think he’d learn,” he says, gesturing at Sage, but looking just at Kyprian.  

Kyprian can hardly contain the warmth rising in his chest, entirely separate from the flickering candles and the fire in the hearth.  He hadn’t expected Zetherain to make it back tonight, all the way from Merstithe; it’s almost as rare to see Finael and Lilon in the same room, and neither of them fighting with Nerai.  The sweater Sage gave him smells like dog and musty wool, the candles are sparking in unnatural colors and the flames move like snakes, Lilon looks ready to bolt and there’s a cluster of lightning bats hanging in the rafters, but this is perfect.

Lilon slides his chair closer, away from Finael and Sage on the window seat, and hands Kyprian a plate.  “Pumpkin,” he says, pointing to one pie, then the others.  “Apple.  Cherry, peach, pecan.”  His ears twitch, luminous green eyes careful on the last pie.  “Nerai made that one.  I don’t trust it.”

The witch just scoffs, leaning against the back of Kyprian’s chair, but she won’t get rough with the bunny the way she does with Sage.  “It’s perfectly safe.  Delicious, even.  I’m certain of it.”

The surface of the pie bulges, the movement not unlike Nerai’s creatures in the swamp.  Kyprian takes a slice of apple pie, and Lilon adds a large spoonful of whipped cream.

“You try it first,” Sage says, leaning back in his own chair.  “Me, I’ll stick with the bunny’s baking.”

Finael takes a pointed bite of apple, the crisp fruit snapping under her teeth.  Her plate contains a thin slice of every pie but Nerai’s.  “A shame to let it go to waste,” she says, without inflection.

Finael, the witch has no compunctions about getting physical with; Nerai drops herself into the one-time assassin’s lap, pulling her pie closer.  “I know you’re just trying to be polite, and let me have the best pie all to myself, but I’m willing to share with you, Fina dear.”  Her tone is almost as distressingly off as the pie, sweet and cloying.

“Leave them to it,” Zetherain says, glancing away as Nerai cuts into her pie.  Something flickers, like static in the dark, and Kyprian averts his eyes as well.  Lilon scoots to the edge of his chair, as far as he can get without leaving the table.

“Here’s to us,” Sage says, blithely ignoring the pie situation as he reaches for the cider in the middle of the table, pouring everyone a glass.  He gets right up in Zetherain’s space as he leans back, earning a dismissive look; under the table, he tangles his feet with Kyprian’s.

It’s hardly a toast.  Sage is drinking before anyone has a chance to respond, but Zetherain still raises his glass beside the wolf, with a roll of his eyes and the shadow of a smile.  Kyprian clinks his glass against Lilon’s, and the bunny solemnly repeats Sage’s words.

The moment is broken by a shriek as Finael shoves Nerai off her lap, diving to the floor after her with a growl.  Sure enough, the witch’s pie is… blooming, or something - bubbles of chocolate are oozing from the cut slice, growing and spreading with, as usual, far too much agency for comfort.  

“Great party,” Sage says, leaning back with a grin.  Lilon tumbles out of his own chair, popping up on the other side of Kyprian with a distressed moan.  Zetherain takes care of the pie, raising one hand, limed with dark energy, over it, and slowing pushing down as though through heavy snow.  By the time he’s close enough to touch, the pie is just a sullen pile of glop.  It surrenders one final bubble, bursting over Zetherain’s hand; he sighs, but licks his fingers clean anyway.

“The chocolate is good,” Zetherain says, eyeing the women on the floor.  Nerai puts her head up, smirking.  “Leave off the special effects next time.”

“Where’s the fun in that,” Nerai grins.

“I don’t know, maybe we could have a civil meal for once,” Finael mutters, settling back into her chair.

“Again, where’s the fun,” Sage says.  Zetherain elbows him.

Kyprian pats Lilon’s ears, and the bunny sighs, casting a wary glare over Nerai and Finael before returning to his seat.  “I would be even more nervous if nothing like that happened,” Kyprian says.

“And that’s why I like you,” Nerai says, passing him a slice of the defeated pie.  “See, Zethie?  Your little brother goes with the flow.  Stay away too long, and you’ll forget all the important stuff.”

“I’m here now, aren’t I?” His voice is haughty, but there’s a flicker of apology in Zetherain’s eyes as he looks at Kyprian.

Kyprian supposes that’s what’s important.  Zetherain is here, everyone is fighting in their comfortable ways, and Nerai’s chocolate pie really does taste good, now that it’s not moving.  It’s enough; it’s perfect.  Kyprian can only hope that they get more nights like this.

[hobbithabitthings-blog]

Falling Stars (4)

Pairing: Slight Lindir x reader and Fili x reader in here. Send me your requests! Word count: 2404 (lmao its so long im sorry)                                                Summary; You just wanted a normal day for once but turns out you just can’t and end falling into middle earth and accompanying Thorin’s epic quest         Warnings: Swearing, oblivious!modern!reader                                                   A/N: Hey guys I promise this chapter is actually good unlike the last one lmao. Also there’s a little lindir x reader in here so be warned haha.

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Everything hurt, and when you said everything you meant everything. Even your arms hurt and you were given the lightest pack!

You wished the ponies hadn't run away... Or you know, eaten.

It wasn't your fault you had stumbled upon the trolls when you went to pee, they just sort of popped outta nowhere carrying away the company's ponies. Your brain couldn't even process what you saw and to top it all off after Kíli, Fíli, and Bilbo found you hiding near a fallen log, the princes forced you an Bilbo to go check them out. Some friends they were!

The trolls were probably the most ugly things you had the pleasure of gazing upon and you certainly did not want to 'check them out' as Fíli put it. You weren't a warrior or Bilbo's size and so once the two of you stealthily padded over to where your captured ponies where, the one sharpening a knife, William, had spotted you.

Bilbo of course-that lucky bastard, escaped once Tom, the one with the cold, snatched you up by the ankle.

You really hated your life right then.

Though, just as the trolls decided to make you into a pie, your heroes, beards and all, came to your rescue. Yet, as brave as they were it didn't go as planned and poor Bilbo almost had his limbs ripped off. And so, you were all shoved into burlap sacks while some of the dwarves were strapped onto a spit. You were included in that bunch lucky enough to roast on the fire and strapped on under Bofur's stinky feet and above Dwalin's tattooed head. You made sure your feet dug into his back each time he complained about your own smelly feet or how the fire singed his skin.

But, as always, Gandalf came to the rescue just as the sun rose and cracked the giant stone. Just like in Narnia! Anyways....

Now you had no ponies, and that meant you could feel the full wrath of your Converse shoes plus thin socks. Helllooooo blisters!

At first you didn't think it was such a terrible idea to walk the rest of the way, like, Erebor couldn't be that far away right? Also, the weather wasn't terrible and although you hated walking, it was better than getting sore muscles from ridding a pony all day.

Boy, were you wrong.

The first bad thing to happen besides the trolls of course, was the strange other wizard with bird shit in his hair and screamed about evil and spiders and shit. The only good thing that came out of the chance encounter with Radagast the Brown was that Fíli and Kíli had the balls to actually apologize to you for forcing you to meet with the trolls. You gave them each a good punch to the stomach, not that it hurt them in anyway at all...Really, it hurt you instead to the point of your knuckles bruising.

Damn those dwarves! At least they gave you kisses upon your injured fist and a group hug that left you gasping for breath when they squeezed too hard.

At first you thought nothing about the howls that echoed around the forest but after a wolf, which most definitely was not a wolf, nearly killed poor Bofur, but your Hulk with tattoos whacked it over its head with his intimidating axe before it could do any harm.

And now you were running. That's right, running while the Company and you bolted across the land covered in yellow grass to God knows where.

It was no secret that you weren't the most athletic human being to ever live, but sometimes a girl gotta lift some weights every now and then. So in no way you were considered weak(at least for human standards) but running! You despised running.

Goddamnit, I knew I should of used the treadmill, you thought gloomily.

"(y/n)! Keep up!" Thorin barked, yanking you from your horrid thoughts of impeding doom.

"I could if I didn't have short fuckin' legs." You hissed under your breath while picking up your pace.

You legs burned but the thought of being consumed by an angry pack of oversized dogs and strange mutated goblin things kept you going. That is, until you were surrounded by the snarling beasts.

Oh, what have you gotten yourself into?

"(y/n)!" Thorin shouted, snatching your arm to pull you out of the way as one of the wargs charged.

His blade easily sliced through its pelt and you winced as the beast fell. You sure hoped you'd never be on the receiving end of his blade...

"Stay behind me," Thorin ordered, glancing behind his shoulder. "I intend to keep you alive."

"Great." You breathed, glancing behind you to see if there was another escape rout. There wasn't anything but rock behind you. Or so you thought.

"This way, you fools!" The sudden voice of Gandalf ordered, his pointy hat popping out from the rock.

You didn't hesitate in throwing yourself into the alcove of rock, desperate to escape the threat of a having your face ripped off. Try explaining that to your mother once you returned home.

The rest of the dwarves and Bilbo barreled in after you, some of them landing right on top of you. Namely Bombur.

For some reason the idea of getting squashed by a massive dwarf was better than being eaten in your mind. Maybe it was because Bombur gave you food. Yeah, that was it.

Anyhow, with a devious smirk from Gandalf and moody grumbles from the dwarves, you all piled into the narrow passageway that smelled like wet rock and moss. You tried you best not to trip over the stones that jutted out on the path, but it happened every so often anyways. Thankfully Fíli caught you each time.

"Careful, lass." He chuckled, blue eyes twinkling. "Wouldn't want ya to hurt yourself."

"I'm surprised I haven't yet." You laughed. "Knowing my luck I'll probably be sliced into pieces soon, or thrown off a cliff, or maybe eaten..."

You missed the flash of worry present on Fíli's face, too occupied with trying to maneuver safely out of the crevice, or as you deemed it, a secret passage. You for one wanted to get out of the small space as quickly as possible.

And as if someone answered your prayers, the passage opened up to probably the most beautiful thing you'd ever seen. You let out a gasp and wandered to the edge of the small cliff that led into the valley.

"The Valley of Imladris," Gandalf spoke. "In the common tongue it is known by another name. Here lies the last Homely House East of the sea."  

It was gorgeous and magical all at once from what you saw, with it's ornate buildings built upon the various rivers and cascading falls. Already you could feel the spray of the waterfalls from up on the ledge, a bubble of excitement building inside you.

The rest of the dwarves seemed to be as mystified as you were but after a few angry words from Thorin in that harsh language of theirs, they were snapped out of the spell. You, not really giving two shits about what Thorin said, happily trotted along with Gandalf who led the line of dwarves down the pass and onto the beautifully carved bridges.

"Gandalf?" You said dreamily.

"Yes, dear one?"

"What is this place?"

"It is called Rivendell in the common tongue. The elves call it Imladris." The wizard answered with a smile.

"Elves?"

Your second question was left unanswered as you crossed a final bridge and into a courtyard. Trees with shimmering green and golden leaves swayed around the circular area, the rushing river hugging the left side of it. You spun around and breathed in the sharp mountain air as it rustled your hair, the scent of lilacs lingering as an after taste. If magic had a smell this would be it.

Just as you did another spin to memorize the scenery, a man with long brown hair with a silver diadem placed upon his brow, gracefully descended down the steps towards the Company. He wore a purple robe, but as he got closer you realized the cloth wasn't just purple; t was black and silver and gold, and the deepest shade of something similar to purple that you could not name. It truly was magic.

In your confusion to name the color of the mystery man's robe, you also took note of his not-so-human like ears. They were pointy. When Gandalf mentioned elves your mind took the courtesy of imagining little tiny people with brightly colored clothes with golden bells and pointed shoes, not drop-dead gorgeous men with long flowing locks.

"Mithrandir." The elf called.

"Ah! Lindir!" Gandalf greeted, placing his hand on his heart, the elf doing the same.

The rest of the conversation went right over your head as the two fell into some other kind of language you couldn't hope to comprehend. It sounded nice though. Much more gentle and smooth compared to what the dwarves spoke, like comparing water to rock.

At least while they spoke you could dreamily stare at 'Lindir', as Gandalf called him. Unfortunately it didn't last long since the sudden sound of a horn being blown echoed around the valley. An iron fist wrenched you away from Galdalf's side and threw you into the center of a smelly dwarf circle along with Bilbo. The dwarves all bared their weapons as at least 50 horses surrounded them, towering over the party.

They were all so pretty even if the carried swords and spears.

You were too lost in your thoughts and overwhelmed by Rivendell and its inhabitants to notice that the Lord of Rivendell had welcomed you with open arms. Too overwhelmed it seemed that even as the company followed Lord Elrond up the stairs, you didn't even notice.

"Excuse me, my lady." A soft voice spoke as you leaned over the edge of the courtyard to peek at the running river.

You whipped around, you fascination now fixed on a certain elf who stood before you. He was even more impressive up close and seeing his near perfect self you realized you probably looked like utter shit. Dirt covered your clothes and shoes and you probably had mud streaked across your forehead along with a couple of bleeding scratches you hadn't bothered to worry about. In all honesty you were surprised you were even allowed in here. Speaking of not being allowed in places...where did your friends go?

"Um...hi?" You stuttered, faltering under Lindir's intense gaze.

"I do not mean to be insensitive, my lady, but you are not a dwarf." He stated, his head tilting to the side. "Why would a human girl such as yourself be traveling with them?"

Why indeed, you thought bitterly, flashes of that night where you had fallen into Middle Earth spinning inside your head.

You shrugged and gave Lindir a wry smile. "Dunno, it wasn't like I had much of a choice."

Lindir's puppy dog eyes widened. "You were kidnapped?"

"What? No!" You laughed, scratching the back of your head. "It's just-it's a long story and I'd probably bore you out of your mind if I told you. Plus you'd never believe me."

Lindir gave you an empathetic smile and brushed a pale hand over your shoulder, the touch sending shivers through you. "Come, I will bring you to your friends, and if you wish you may tell me your tale while we walk."

"Oh, o-okay.." You said, blushing a fiery red that put tomatoes to shame. "Your name is Lindir right?"

"Yes, my lady." He said, folding his arms behind his back as you both climbed the marble steps.

"That's a nice name." You said without thinking. After processing what you did, you hurriedly blurted out something before Lindir realized what you said. "My name is (y/n), by the way. Not that you care or whatever. Just thought you should know since you keep calling me 'my lady'. I'm not a princess or anything...ha..ha.."

You swore at yourself for rambling. Goddammit (y/n), this is why people think you're crazy!  

"(y/n)." He repeated as if testing to see how it sounded on his own tongue. You blushed again. "A lovely name for an equally lovely lady."

You swore you just had a heart attack. This man- or rather elf, was a smooth talker and eye candy. Though, he was probably just being nice. I mean, you looked like a hobo and you were  a guest and all. You sighed.

Oh well, at least you could say you got complimented at least once by a hot guy even if it was just out of hospitality.

As Lindir escorted you through the swirling designs and patterns of Rivendell, you couldn't help falling a little in love with the place. It was so peaceful and lovely here, much different from your journey here and the urban life back at home.

You rounded another corner and Lindir stopped in front of an ornate looking door. Flowers hung from the ceiling, framing the wood and you reached out to thumb a scarlet petal, marveling at the color.

"This is your room Lord Elrond has provided you, lady (y/n)." Lindir smiled, pearly white teeth flashing behind his lips. "A bath has been drawn and clothes are laid out for you if you decide to dine with Lord Elrond and your Company tonight."

Your heart swelled at his kindness. "Thanks Lindir."

He bowed his head in acknowledgement, his hand unclasping from behind his back to reach for your own. His soft hand held your forearm with a certain tenderness and swept down towards your wrist, his nimble fingers brushing against the fragile bone, then finally down to grasp your hand in his, knuckles faced up. Meeting your eye, he brought your hand to his lips and placed a gentle kiss upon your bruised knuckles, much like how Fíli and Kíli did earlier that day.

"I hope to see you at dinner, (y/n)." Lindir murmered. "You still have not told me your tale, and I wish to hear it."

"Alright." You hummed sheepishly, your face matching the scarlet flowers that hung from the potted plants.

With one last smile, Lindir turned gracefully on his heel and disappeared down another corridor, his purple robes and his dark hair flowing behind him. You couldn't help the dopey smile that lingered on your lips.

Rivendell was rockin'.  

[saintedfury]

tagged by @thirdstreetsam

BASICS.

FULL NAME : Soledad Amaranta Guerrero ALIAS : Boss, Jefaza, Furia, Sol AGE : 38 (as of this moment in Bossville) BIRTHDAY : August 8th ETHNIC GROUP : Latinx NATIONALITY : American LANGUAGE / S : English and Spanish, a bit of Russian SEXUAL ORIENTATION : Pansexual ROMANTIC ORIENTATION : Polygamous RELATIONSHIP STATUS : Currently in an open relationship with Eli Mitchell. Recently lost a long time lover, Troy Bradshaw, and even more recently mutually ended a relationship with Johnny CLASS : Working Class (No matter the size of her ‘bank account’ Furia is who she has always been. A Latina from Mission Beach and worked her ass off every day of her life--legitimately and not. HOME TOWN / AREA : Stilwater born and raised CURRENT HOME : Currently she only has a residence on Zin, her Bossville residence deteriorated and has not been restored. Though Eli has offered for her to come to the New Earth settlement in his dimension. PROFESSION : Racer, boost, gang leader, galactic emperor, formerly POTUS

PHYSICAL.

HAIR : Jet Black, wavy and usually worn down. It’s currently regrown out to about her shoulders. EYES : Hazel, rimmed in green, with long lashes and a strong swooping brow NOSE : straight and defined, not quite buttonish, but rather unremarkable FACE : Triangular to Square, she has prominent cheekbones, a squarish jaw with a strong chin. LIPS : Average, but on the fuller side. Always painted in a blood red, which is really smudge-resistent. Though she’s not adverse to occasionally intentionally wearing a less kiss-proof version of the shade. COMPLEXION : Using this reference, her tone ranges from tawny to terra cotta, leaning toward the brown-red. BLEMISHES : She has the occasional dark freckle on her arms and back, but not many. SCARS : There are several across her knuckles. On her torso there are thin scars, both smooth and jagged, from gunshots and knife wounds. She’s got one that nearly traces her collar bone, but is really only noticeable when she has a tan--it goes silvery and almost seems to take on a ghastly glow. Most of them have faded by now. TATTOOS : A large ornate Fleur de lis on her right shoulderblade, a TS on her left hand, a chaos symbol at the top of her spine at her hairline, a fiery lion on her hip. A lovely ornate peacock has joined the mix, along with a wolf  on her lower back. There is a small four leaf clover in black and white on her right ankle and a clever spider crawling across the inside of her right wrist.  HEIGHT : 5′9″ WEIGHT : 132 lbs BUILD : Trim, defined but not toned. She has a dancer’s body. FEATURES : Long legs, ruby red lips, and a thick curtain of wavy ink black hair ALLERGIES : Bullshit USUAL HAIR STYLE : Long and loose, showing off her natural waves, which get curlier the shorter her hair is. USUAL FACE LOOK : Usually she has a welcoming look. Thankfully, she doesn’t suffer from resting bitch face, but that sultry pout gets her in trouble from time to time. USUAL CLOTHING : Furia is usually dressed quite posh. She even makes sloopy jeans and a t-shirt look dressy. She keeps her appearance up to a certain rather refined scale complete with stylish heels and boots, though of late she’s been veering back into baggy jeans, clunky work boots in purple, baggy hoodies, and bandanas (mainly for when she goes ‘writing’).

PSYCHOLOGY.

FEAR / S : Open water, boats, losing people she cares about, being the cause of the loss of those she cares about (either death or estrangement) ASPIRATION / S : Stealing every moment of happiness she can from the darkness of the world, as well as guiding the empire to autonomy. She’s rather hoping to steal a large chunk of time in the next four years to bask in the time Eli has left. POSITIVE TRAITS : Loyal, protective, playful NEGATIVE TRAITS : Can be incredibly self-destructive MBTI : ENFJ ZODIAC : Leo TEMPERAMENT : Sanguine SOUL TYPE / S : The Warrior, with a side of the Nurturer (x) ANIMALS : Lions, big cats, house cats VICE HABIT / S : Fighting (she’ll go to fight clubs, start brawls), alcohol, sex FAITH : None GHOSTS? : Yes, she’s felt haunted her entire life AFTERLIFE? : No. (Though she wants to hope that there is one, if only for the people she’s lost, and because of Eli’s threat to come back and see her after he’s gone.) REINCARNATION? : No. (She sees Talon as a special case. It’s not something available to normal people.) ALIENS? : Of course! POLITICAL ALIGNMENT : Rather a mix of egalitarian and socialist ideals ECONOMIC PREFERENCE : She is struggling to keep the empire in barter system, there are forces seeking to monetize the economy. SOCIOPOLITICAL POSITION : She believes in the idea that equality is the trait that will allow the people of her empire the freedom to pursue liberty and happiness. EDUCATION LEVEL : Finished high school. Nearly completed her associate’s in accounting.

FAMILY.

FATHER : Martín Guerrero MOTHER : Angela Guerrero SIBLINGS : Memo, Maximo, Enrique & Emilio, Socorro, Gabriel EXTENDED FAMILY : Several aunts and uncles NAME MEANING / S : Soledad means solitude. After losing her parents and grandparents, she feared that her name might signify her fate. That thought still haunts her from time to time, especially lately with Troy’s death and her estrangement with Johnny. Amaranta means unfading, and Guerrero means warrior. HISTORICAL CONNECTION? : Only in Stilwater, her grandfather (Yayo) Alejandro ran a black market smuggling ring out of the Stilwater docks. He was careful and successful enough to remain unknown to officials in the city.

FAVOURITES.

BOOK : Persuasion by Jane Austen, maybe tied with Fantomina by Eliza Haywood MOVIE : Probably the Fast and the Furious movies--cars, races, chases, explosions, and fights. Hard to beat, or so she tells me. 5 SONGS :  Alpha Female by Wild Beasts, Raise Hell by Dorothy, A Little Wicked by Valerie Broussard, Hips Don’t Lie by Shakira, Bad Influence by P!nk DEITY : God, though the two had a falling out years ago, she chooses not to believe in him HOLIDAY : New Year’s & Mardi Gras MONTH : March, because it’s usually quite rainy SEASON : Winter PLACE : Anywhere, as long as she’s there with someone she loves WEATHER : Rainy or sunny SOUND : The powerful rumble of well-built engine SCENT / S :  Spices, smoke TASTE / S : Caramel, spices, chiles, smoked meats and veggies,  . FEEL / S : Lace, silk, denim, skin. ANIMAL / S : Lions, specifically lionesses NUMBER : 8 COLOUR : Black, white, purple, lavender.

EXTRA.

TALENTS : Cooking and baking, drawing and ‘writing’, dancing, picking locks, driving, boosting cars BAD AT : Pistol accuracy, dealing with her own failures (particularly when she feels she’s failed the people closest to her), placing herself before the people she loves,  TURN ONS : Confidence, fun loving nature, adventurousness, loyalty TURN OFFS : Lack of a sense of humor, taking oneself too seriously, lying/dishonesty HOBBIES : Dancing, graffiti, drawing, cooking (though not as much now that she doesn’t have a place in Bossville). TROPES : Lovable Rogue, Tomboy & Girly Girl (Though she fits both roles in her timeline), Sugar & Ice Personality (though few have witnessed her icy side) AESTHETIC TAGS : #Araña, #Seda y Encaje, #Dulce y Picante, #Veloz GPOY QUOTES :  “To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people just exist.” -Oscar Wilde | “One day, you will wake up and there won’t be any more time to do the things you’ve always wanted. Do it now.” -Paulo Coelho | “Never waste a moment, it may be the last with someone you love.”

FC INFO.

MAIN FC / S : Natalie Danish & herself ALT FC / S : I don’t know her name but the woman who is in the avatar square when posts from this blog show in the dashboard. OLDER FC / S : Haven’t really given it much thought. To be honest, I’m not sure she’ll make it to fifty or much past.  YOUNGER FC / S : Again, I’ve posted a pic or two here and there, but of nameless folks. VOICE CLAIM / S : Rebecca Sanabria (the Latina VO actress from SR 2) Though Furia’s got a thicker accent than most, she never wanted or tried to lose it. Honestly, when I hear her voice in my head I hear deeper Latina voices like Sofia Vergara, Salma Hayek, and Maria Conchita Alonzo. GENDERBENT FC / S : Jason Momoa (who is also the FC for her brother Memo, they look very much alike).

MUN QUESTIONS.

Q1 : if you could write your character your way in their own movie , what would it be called , what style would it be filmed in , and what would it be about ?

A1 : It would be some over dramatic mix of action and romance probably. There would probably be a lot of cars and skimpy lingerie. It’d likely have some corny name like Silk & Steel, or something foolish.

Q2 : what would their soundtrack / score sound like ?

A2 : It would be a mix of things you can dance to.

Q3 : why did you start writing this character ?

A3 : I actually created Furia for a smut one shot. She was supposed to be a one trick pony and this happened.

Q4 : what first attracted you to this character ?

A4: She’s just this mix of serious and playful. It’s really her imperfections and faults that I enjoy the most.

Q5 : describe the biggest thing you dislike about your muse.

A5 : Oh, she can be quiet moody and self-destructive.

Q6 : what do you have in common with your muse ?

A6 : A love of music and caramel. And we’re both good cooks.

Q7 : how does your muse feel about you ?

A7 : She thinks I really need to get out more 

Q8 : what characters does your muse have interesting interactions with ?

A8 : All of them! Really! Whether it’s something playful or character building. The interactions with everyone are always fun, and even the most innocent, calm, superficial interactions and draw out some of her history and pieces of her personality. Honestly, her interactions with other muses and characters has allowed me to develop Furia much more fully over the last several years.

Q9 : what gives you inspiration to write your muse ?

A9 : Music, movies, prompts, RP, talking to other muns, reading, driving. And for some reason when I fall asleep, she tends to pop into my head some nights. It kills me because I always end up sitting up 5 or 6 times to jot down some idea that came to me as I was falling asleep.

Q10 : how long did this take you to complete ?

A10 : A few hours give or take.

Tagging @nightmareon3rdst, @thirdstreetshackles, @demonsaint, and anyone else who would like to participate as well. I just think most of the folks who I’d usually tag were either already tagged, tagged me, or completed it beforehand. 

[flirting-with-psychology]

On Saturdays, I like to… Chill

Where would you like to be a missionary to? A hot guy

What’s better — toilet paper rolled over top or underneath? Over the top

Which Scooby-Doo character are you most like (Scooby, Shaggy, Daphne, Fred, Velma, the monster, Scrappy?) I haven’t watched it

If you had to endure one natural disaster (i.e. hurricane, tornado, etc), what would you pick and why? Earthquake. But a minor one just so I could see what it feels like

What movie or TV show do you take guilty pleasure in watching? Pretty Little Liars. It’s only a guilty pleasure because I think all the characters suck but I watch it anyway to know what happens

If you had to describe your day as a traffic sign, what would it be? Yield

What traditional stereotype would you classify yourself as? Band geek

What “group” did you belong to in high school? The band kids, hence band geek

If you wrote a book about yourself…what would it be about? My many hundreds of crushes

If your house were burning down, what would you take and why? My stuffed animals Bruno and Muffin for sentimental value, my crush log and my computer because they have the important info

Describe your favorite pair of PJ’s. Purple and white stripes, sleeveless top and shorts

How many handbags do you own? A lot

If this were your last day alive, what would you say to your friends? I have no idea. I’d waste all my time trying to decide what to do

What is your very favorite part of your day? Seeing my friends if I get to

What is your best scar? Tell the story of how you got it. I was playing cats and dogs with my neighbor and ran facefirst into a brick planter

You win a million dollars, but you have to give half to a charity. Which charity do you pick, and what do you do with the rest of the money? Probably a humane society or something similar. Save some, shopping spree some

Describe your dream wedding where money is no option. Maybe a Disney wedding or a beach wedding

What kind of deodorant do you use? Secret

If you were a spy what would your alias be? One year I came up with the alias Summer Va Telle for a fashion line so maybe that

Do you have a birth mark? Where? Does it look like anything? I’ve got just some random freckles, no shapes

You are planning the most awesome dinner party of your life. Which 3 celebrities/historical figures (past or present) would you add to your guest list to keep the dinner talk interesting? J.K. Rowling, F. Scott Fitzgerald, Taylor Swift

What is your favorite sport, and which team of that sport do you cheer for? Football I guess, and my school’s team

Which would you rather have a kiss or a hug? Why? A kiss because it’s been awhile and it shows romantic/sexual interest

If you could be a pair of jeans what style would you be?  Why? Flare jeans because that’s what looks best on me

You have multiple personalities, describe some of them. Idk?

What is the best thing you have done in your life? Some of my videos

If you were blind for the rest of your life… what would you miss seeing the most? Cute boys

What household chore do you hate the most? Vacuuming

What is your most disappointing moment in life? Probably the ever-growing stack of rejections from boys. Each one isn’t so bad on its own, but it adds up

When have you laughed the hardest? Cried? I can’t remember

If you had a “theme song” that played whenever you walk into a room full of people, what would it be? "I can hear the bells” from Hairspray

What is the first thing you notice about the opposite sex? Their face or hair

What time period from the past would you most have liked to live in and why? Medieval times, although I’d probably hate it after I got over the romanticized-ness of it

What is the best reward anyone can give you? Love

If you had a band what would you name it? Idk

Do you like fruit? Vegetables? I like most fruit, I tolerate some vegetables but I don’t like them as much 

What can someone do to encourage you? Show enthusiasm

If you could be one for just 24 hours, what cereal box cartoon character would you be? Why? Cap’n Crunch

What was the best thing that happened to you this weekend? Made the moment calendar

What is your favorite animal? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Wolf I guess? Idk about adjectives. I know I’m being boring but I’m tired

What is your favorite color? List three adjectives to explain your choice. Green

It’s a very hot and muggy day. You desperately want something very cool and refreshing to quench your thirst and revitalize your body. What would you drink — either make your own or store-bought. Lemonade

You discover that the person you’re head-over-heels interested in loves a good homemade & handmade dessert. What will you concoct when you have this person over? First of all I’d probably never get to have them over, second of all I probably would not make them anything because I’m a pussy and it seems to romantic when I’m trying my hardest not to be any more obvious than I already am, third of all I can’t cook

What would you leave in your will for the person you care about the most? I don’t know, I don’t really have anything other people would want besides to remember me by, so they can pick whatever they think is best

What do you consider to the most valuable thing you own: when you were a child/teenager/now? Child: Monetarily probably my American Girl dolls, emotionally my stuffed cat Muffin. Teenager: Monetarily my iPod, emotionally still Muffin probably. Now: Monetarily my laptop, emotionally Muffin and Bruno 

What’s the kindest act you have ever seen done? I don’t know

If you could have any job in the world, which one would you want? Maybe making music videos

What are your best/worst subjects in school and what subjects would you want to learn now? Probably best at science, worst at writing. I’m majoring in film production and psychology

What are you most talented at? General creativity

What is your worst nightmare today? Spiders

How often do you clean between your toes? Shit I never think to do that

What is your favorite way to waste time at work without getting caught? Watching netflix, they don’t care if I waste time

If you could have had the starring role in one film already made, which movie would you pick? Phantom of the Opera

If you were to perform in the circus, what would you do? Animal tamer If you could eliminate one thing you do each day in the bathroom so that you never had to do it again, what would it be? Makeup removal

You were just given a yacht. What would you name it? Some pun on Star

If you could have been told one thing that you weren’t told when you were a teenager, what would you like to have heard? Lottery numbers lol. I honestly don’t know because I’m stubborn and I need to figure things out firsthand

You’ve just been hired to a promotions position at Kellog Co. What would you put in a new breakfast cereal box as a gimmick? A puzzle piece, and you have to find the person who has the other half. Or some form of that that you could do online because your partner might live on the other side of the world

Just like “Everybody Wang Chung tonight!”, what action would your name be if it were a verb? What?

Name your favorite song. Don’t have one at the moment If you were to get a tattoo, what would it say or what would the graphic be? Maybe Carpe Diem

If you could play any musical instrument, what would it be and why? If you already play an instrument(s), what do you play and why? I play clarinet, I like the sound I guess

When trick-or-treating as a kid, was there any kind of candy that you didn’t like to get? There were always ones I liked more than others. I guess I wasn’t a huge fan of the nut ones

Why do you live in the Washington DC area? I don’t

What is your favorite memory of Christmases past? I don’t have distinct Christmas memories because I celebrate Hanukkah

What is the most outrageous thing you’ve done for God? I don’t believe in God

If a movie was being made of your life and you could choose the actor/actress to play you, who would you choose and why? Maybe Lea Michele, I think she kind of looks like me, but other people don’t really see it

Paper or plastic? Plastic What was the weirdest food you’ve ever eaten? Orange peels

What do you keep in the trunk of your car? I don’t have a car

When you were in grade school, what did you want to be when you grew up? Why? A teacher, a scientist, and an artist, and I don’t feel like answering why because this is tumblr not english class and I don’t have to

If you owned a CB radio what would your “handle” be? What?

If you were given 24 hrs to live, what would you do? Blow it all trying to think of something good to do

If you were in the “Miss America” talent competition, what would your talent be? (Note: both guys & gals have to answer this question) Dancing? Idk, most of my talents aren’t really performable

What do you think the most ultimate gift of the world is? Love

What is your earliest childhood memory? I think I remember sitting under the table not wanting to turn 3

What was your favorite TV show when you were growing up? Clifford and Arthur

If you had one extra hour of free time a day, how would you use it? Waste it on Tumblr

What CD is in your CD player right now? I don’t have a CD player

The great theologian Andy Warhol stated that everyone gets 15 minutes of fame.  What happened during your 15 minutes? Hasn’t happened yet

Name the most famous person you’ve had a face to face encounter with. I met Channing Tatum at the Telluride Film Festival while he was walking down the street and I asked for a picture and he said yes as long as we keep walking so we don’t draw too much attention and then he took the selfie on my phone

Name your favorite children’s story. Harry Potter

If you could spend 15 minutes with any living person, who would it be and why? Taylor Swift to talk to her about her songs

What person in the Bible do you most closely identify with? Lucifer? Idk

What article of clothing most closely describes your personality? Necklaces

If you were to write a book what would it be about? Something fantasy

How many rings before you answer the phone? Until I reach it

What is the first thing you think of when you wake in the morning? Going back to sleep, and whatever guy I’m into 

If you won a million dollars, what would you do with it? Save most, buy a car, go shopping, go on vacation

If you had to, what part of your body would you get pierced? Another ear piercing

Who was your favorite teacher and why? Right now my film teacher because he’s fun and is basically the only teacher at my school who makes the kind of films I want to do

What makes you feel the most secure? People laughing at my jokes

Who do you admire the most? Tracy Turnblad from Hairspray

Have you ever had a reoccurring dream? What was it? I used to as a kid about hooks on the ceiling and gradually growing waves

What was your nickname growing up? Didn’t have one 

Who was your hero when you were a child, and what did you do to be like them? Didn’t have one

Peanut or plain? Peanut or plain what?

What is your favorite cartoon character & why? Flynn Rider because he’s sexy af

How did you learn to ride a bicycle? My dad taught me

Based on something you’ve already done, how might you make it into the Guinness Book of World Records? Once I thought I could make the longest paper clip chain. I think I got it about 4 or 5 feet

What’s the closest you’ve come to becoming a pop star/winning an Oscar? I’m studying the same field of work, that’s about it

When was the last time you did something for the first time? What was it? Couple weeks ago my band went to a bowl game for the first time

What is your concept of a fruitful day? Idk spending more time accomplishing things than lazing around 

What was your favorite thing to play with as a child? Why? Toy cats and dogs

If you could be any animal in the world for 24 hours, which animal would you be? Why? A cat, you can do a lot probably

Have you ever jumped out of a plane? No

If you could rid the world of one thing, what would it be? Spiders, if there were no adverse consequences in the balance of the bug ecosystem

What is your best personal characteristic? Creativity

What is your favorite quote? Carpe Diem

If you could be invisible for a day, what would you do? Spy on people and maybe pull pranks

What is your favorite weird food combination? Bagels and Sunny D

If you had to be a flower, which one would you like to be and why? A lily because they’re pretty

If you were stranded on a desert island, what three books and three people would you take with you? A survival guide, Harry Potter, a journal, a hot guy, an outdoors expert, a friend

My biggest pet peeve is… Annoying mouth sounds

What is your favorite commercial? What commercial annoys you the most? My favorite is the Audi Prom commercial. My least favorite is just whatever I’ve seen 10 million times in a row on youtube or streaming sites

What’s the most interesting “Ice Breaker” Question you have ever been asked? What’s your favorite thing about yourself

If you could be an ice cream flavor, what would it be? Why? Chocolate

Name a turning point in your life that makes you smile/cry. Joining band 

If there were a holiday in your honor what would it celebrate? Singles Appreciation Day

What clubs were you a member of in High School? Are you still interested in any of the same things? Marching band which I still do, writers’ guild which I don’t

If you were to be on a reality TV show which one would you be on and why? Jeopardy

If you could be anything in the world, what would you be and why? Happy

If someone rented a billboard for you, what would you put on it? I’d try to make it creative

If you had to enter a competition for the “Most Uselessly Unique Talent,” what would your talent be? Touching my hands together behind my back so that they overlap

If you were a Smurf, what would your name be? I haven’t seen the smurfs

What is your worst personality characteristic? Not having anything to talk about

If you had to be a teacher of something, what would you teach? Elementary school

How would you like to be remembered? As funny, attractive, and creative

What is one thing that you constantly think about (other than material things)? Boys

What do you like best about your hometown? The playgrounds? 

Something interesting you might not know about me is… I don’t think there’s anything interesting people don’t know about me at this point

[huhnerhexen]

All!

macaroni and cheese: what makes you think of your childhood?

- the Halston Z-14 cologne, the sound of lawn mowers, Sesame Street, salt and vinegar chips, bonfires

spring green: how do you relax when you're feeling stressed?

- I take a bath and watch Moominvalley, sometimes I'll smoke a joint before hand

asparagus: already answered!

bittersweet: already answered!

eggplant: explain your URL and avatar

- huhnerhexen is german for chicken witch, I used to dog sit for my roommate and her dog knew me as "the chicken lady" but I also practice witchcraft and speak a little german so here we are. My avatar is the cover of Frog And Toad Are Friends, I grew up on Frog and Toad and I love them very much.

outer space: do you ever feel like you're an outcast from others?

- frequently

cotton candy: what is your favourite dessert?

- sex in a pan

freckle: do you have marks on your skin? how do you feel about them?

- I have moles, scars, rosacea, and tattoos. I'm fine with all of them, they make me unique

shocking pink: is there a trait that you have that others don't expect from you?

- depending on how we meet, a lot of the holiday hires at work are surprised that I'm as goofy as I am bc I'm very much a "let's get down to business" kind of guy; new friends are sometimes surprised by the amount of passive aggression I can hold inside my tiny body

robin's egg blue: if you were an animal, which one do you think you would be?

- in an ideal world I'd be a housecat, but I think I'd be a dog because I'm so loyal

granny smith apple: what is something everyone else likes that you don't?

- cake

dandelion: already answered!

atomic tangerine: what gets you motivated to do a difficult task?

- a banging playlist and a cup of coffee

wisteria: what's your favourite thing about yourself?

- my style and my moral compass

candy apple: how do you think others view you?

- I honestly don't care how others view me, so I don't pay attention to it.

plum: already answered!

sky blue: already answered!

tickle me pink: how do you try to cheer up others when they're sad?

- I ask them what I can do to help, that way they get their needs met, guaranteed

wild strawberry: do you care what others think of you?

- not even a little bit (okay maybe a little bit)

glossy grape: recommend something to your followers

- Schitt's Creek, it's a Canadian sitcom surrounding the lives of a jewish family working to rebuild their lives. If you were ever a fan of Corner Gas, this has much the same vibe.

world wide web yellow: what's the last thing you looked up?

- rcmp headingley

shadow blue: do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?

- maybe? I definitely have a darker side that I hide from people, but I don't know if people are unaware of it?

electric lime: what genre of music do you listen to?

- literally all except rap/hip hop and edm, I have a soft spot for 80s classic rock, and old school acoustic country

night owl: describe a very interesting dream you have had?

- all my dreams lately have been nightmares, forgive me but I don't feel like reopening that can of worms...

cornflower: what do you think about the most?

- my recovery process and snacks

grasshopper green: describe the area that you live in

- imagine a bunch of queer, millennial, hipsters could afford to buy a house and all congregated in the same neighborhood. It looks like that, except no one living in this area is a millennial or hipster... Lots of colourful houses, lots of flowers, lots of dogs!

misty moss: already answered!

tiny toad brown: do you find beauty in something other people consider to be ugly or undesirable?

- I hope to find beauty in everything, that said some things are just plain gross

sunnyside up: do you like waking up in the mornings or would you rather sleep in?

- I like the romanticism of having coffee and reading a book in the early morning while the sun is rising and getting a headstart on my day, but getting me out of bed to actually do that is a whole other thing

kitten gray: do you have any pets? if so, describe them.

- I have a cat named Mama Cat, she's 10 years old. I got her from my aunt who couldn't take care of her anymore. She's the smallest little lady! Her favourite things to do are sit in my lap while I do schoolwork, lay in front of the heat vent in our bathroom, and sit on the windowsill in the sunroom to watch the neighbor's dog, Phoebe, in the backyard.

I have a rat named Mr. Carlos, he'll be two in February! He's a zippy little guy who really likes baby food and napping. The man snores like a garbage truck and sleeps like the dead, if he's napping you literally cannot wake him up. He really likes head rubs and to play with people's hair.

I also have a snake named Slinky, she's 5 (so still a baby), and if she has a personality I have yet to see it. She sleeps and eats, and is generally grouchy.

rose dust: describe your aesthetic in 5 words or less

- classy, trinket-hoarding, grandma

timber wolf: do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?

- I give second, third, fourth, fifth, etc. chances. I'm working on building healthy personal boundaries

freshly squeezed: what excites you?

- new music, family get togethers, cranberries

firefly red: what gives you purpose?

- my own personal growth, my studies, my work, my family

tiny teapot tan: do you consider yourself cute/attractive?

- I am THE cutest, idk why y'all can't see it...

raindrop blue: describe the weather outside.

- the sky is grey, the snow has covered the ground, except for the places its been shoveled, it's chilly but not cold. You could wear a big sweater outside and not need a jacket.

sweet pea green: do you have/want children?

- I think I'd like one kid, but I'm not having children until the climate crisis is resolved, I think it's irresponsible to bring a kid into the world that doesn't have a chance of living past 10

pussywillow: do you like being around others or do you like being alone?

- I prefer to be alone

jack 'o' lantern orange: what's your biggest fear and why?

- I'm dead afraid of spiders, something that bony, hairy, and with that many legs makes my skin crawl

baby bunny pink: do you look young for your age or do you look older than you are?

- I look like a 12 year old boy, but I'm actually 21...

mystic maroon: what confuses you and why?

- I don't understand millionaires or billionaires. If you have more money than you could ever spend in your lifetime, why are you hoarding it like a dragon instead of using to help people around you?

cosmic cobalt: what's your zodiac sign? do you think it's accurate?

- I'm a Gemini, Libra moon, Libra rising, and Gemini sun; it's 100% accurate

petal pink: describe your fashion sense as well as what you're wearing right now.

- my style goes from chaotic gay twink to little old man to punk rock teenager and everywhere in between, there is no sense to what I wear, really. I'm presently sporting mom jeans with a big belt, a low cut black button up short sleeve, and a knit sweater with a LOUD pattern.

mountain meadow: do you like taking care of others or do you prefer being cared for?

- I like to take care of others, helping people makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside.

fuzzy duckling yellow: is there something from childhood that you haven't outgrown?

- the muppets, they're a timeless treasure and I won't ever "grow out" of them

brussel sproutlet: do you have any unhealthy habits?

- several... I have a nasty nicotine addiction, I give too much of myself and have no personal boundaries, and I lose myself in other people. I'm working on it...

razzle dazzle rose: describe an ideal date

- if it's winter, going to a small coffee shop to drink and chat, or going to see the Christmas lights. If it's summer, going for a walk through a park or the forest, and holding hands the whole time!

periwinkle: what's something ordinary that has special meaning to you?

- I have a little brown teapot that is my prized possession; my grandpa gave it to me because he had a matching one, so that no matter who's house we were at we could have tea together after dinner. It's the teapot that started my collection.

mauvelous: do you think you deserve a better life than what you have right now?

- I have a really good life, I have dreams of what my future looks like, but I think it's important to do the work to build that future for myself. I don't think I deserve a better life, but that's not to say I don't deserve nice things, it's just that I already have nice things and people to share it with!

blueberry blue: do you get sad easily?

- I feed off of others' emotions very easily, so I do feel other people's sadness, but I'd say for the most part I'm usually quite happy.

purple mountains majesty: how does someone earn your respect?

- people have my respect right off the hop tbh, just because we're not pals doesn't mean you're undeserving of my respect. Earning my trust is a completely different thing, if you want that you've got to be honest and authentic with me, and respect me as well. A lot of give and take.

[sundrenchedgay]

all of the colours please!

im sorry this is so late!!!Macaroni and Cheese: What makes you think of your childhood?peppermint hot chocolate or instant made hot apple ciderSpring Green: How do you relax when you’re stressed?i have a patch of silver hair so i need to find new ways to relax. usually i watch something or sleepAsparagus: What’s an unpopular opinion you have?that people who do drag immediately get to be in safe spaces Just Because they do drag. or people think kinksters should be at pride like no nasty fuck children go there and i dont need to see your leather outfitBittersweet: Has someone you loved ever hurt you?yeaEggplant: Explain your url and avatar.i.. use to post "discourse" a lot but not really. i use to go by dmitri. might go back to it.i really was in to queer as folk for a little whileOuter Space: Do you ever feel like you’re an outcast from others?yep. idk why thoCotton Candy: What is your favorite dessert?uhhhhhh. anything strawberry tbhFreckle: Do you have any marks on your skin? How do you feel about them?idk what you mean about marks but i feel okay about them. i have eczema and im not ok with thatShocking Pink: Is there a trait that you have that others don’t expect from you?uhm. being blunt maybe?Robin’s Egg Blue: If you were an animal, which one do you think would you be?a cat or a wolf. maybe a foxGranny Smith Apple: What’s something everyone else likes that you don’t?oh kent parson and joseph christensen. they are boring white guy characters and i do not want anymore of those characters in 2018the fandoms are grossDandelion: What’s a pet peeve of yours?not being told something or not being talked to.Atomic Tangerine: What gets you motivated to do a difficult task? money usually or a rewardWisteria: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?bitch what is thatCandy Apple: How do you think others view you?annoying and meanPlum: Are you insecure about anything?uh yeaSky Blue: Where do you feel the most at home?with my loved ones and when its raining out, we have the soft lights on, and im nice and bundled up and watching a movie i love.Tickle Me Pink: How do you try to cheer others up when they’re sad?talking to them and telling jokes. i usually try different stuff with different people.Wild Strawberry: Do you care what others think about you?yea i guessGlossy Grape: Recommend something to your followers.the show jane the virgin bc im Suffering. also my spotify playlists bc i like to think theyre great.World Wide Web Yellow: What was the last thing you looked up?why is my kitten clacking her teethShadow Blue: Do you have a darker side to you that most people are unaware of?yeElectric Lime: What genre of music do you listen to?depends on my mood tbh but according to spotify i listen to pop punk a lotNight Owl: Describe a very interesting dream that you had.i had a dream about one of my favorite characters and he just. hugged me. and i was about to fall asleep in this bed but like that was the safest i ever felt for a long time. it was v detailed and niceCornflower: What do you think about the most?gay shitGrasshopper Green: Describe the area where you live.uhhhhhhhh..... annoying and always busyMisty Moss: Is there anything you regret?yes.Tiny Toad Brown: Do you find beauty in something that people consider to be ugly or undesirable?yes. like smooshed face dogsSunny Side Up: Do you like waking up in the mornings, or would you rather sleep in?SLEEP IN!!!!Kitten Gray: Do you have any pets? If so, describe them. i have a gray kitten. she is kinda chunky in my opinion and i love herRose Dust: Describe your aesthetic in five words or less.stuff i likeTimberwolf: Do you give second chances when somebody has wronged you?sadly yesFreshly Squeezed: What excites you?👀👀👀👀👀👀👀👀Firefly Red: What gives you purpose?uhhhhh praise and not being a failure. oh, my little sister and mom tooTiny Teapot Tan: Do you consider yourself to be attractive/cute?nopeRain Drop Blue: Describe the weather outside.dark, cold, and wetSweet Pea Green: Do you have/want children?noPussywillow: Do you like being around others, or do you like being alone?i like being around othersJack ‘O’ Lantern Orange: What’s your biggest fear and why? spiders bc theyre nasty and grossBaby Bunny Pink: Do you look young for your age, or do you look older than you are?i look like im 16 or somethingMystic Maroon: What confuses you, and why?when people say im a good person tbh bc it feels like im not.Cosmic Cobalt: What’s your zodiac sign, and do you think it’s accurate?pisces sun and leo moon. and.... yes tbhPetal Pink: Describe your fashion sense as well as what you’re wearing right now.its whatever makes me pass and im in a "i'd rather be watching cat videos" and space thing pattern short shortsMountain Meadow: Do you like taking care of others, or do you prefer being care of?i love taking care of others. i feel guilty being taken care of and after these last few months, moresoFuzzy Duckling Yellow: Is there something from childhood that you haven’t outgrown?my love of disney movies and stuffed animalsBrussel Sproutlet: Do you have any unhealthy habits?oh fuck yeaRazzle Dazzle Rose: Describe an ideal date.okay well a date with someone i really like first of all. and something that the person really enjoys so i can learn more about them or something cliche 💗❤Periwinkle: What’s something ordinary that has personal meaning to you?okay this is gonna sound dumb but strawberry milkMauvelous: Do you think you deserve a better life than you have now?not..... really? where i live, yes, all the shit things happening, noBlueberry Blue: Do you get sad easily?lately i have beenPurple Mountains Majesty: How does someone earn your respect?you show them basic respect first and if they continue to treat you right then they deserve your respect like you deserve theirs