#thanks jade

[sporelings-au]

(Short little oneshot.)

Talking To The Wind

Grian admits she’s never seen much green nor much of the forest. And Scar decides that won’t do.

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Scar took their hands and lead them down the path. The green leaves shining in the afternoon sun. Scar was laughing as Doc had to dunk under the branches of pink flowers. Mother Spore was looking around at everything. She had never been this deep into the green area. She only ever got to the market place.

The ground was a dirt path between moss and grass. Scar grinned as he ran into the small clearing between trees. They watched as his hands glowed green and flowers started to grow. The grass hoppers jumping around as the ground moved.

Turning back to them, Scar took her hand and lead them pas the clearing and too a small lake area. And made a ‘shush’ motion to her as they peered past the reeds. There was small water fairies, Scar gently pulled Doc down with him. Pointing out for them to see a nymph jumping out of the water and diving back under.

Doc was in awe as was Mother Spore, watching the creatures go about their day. One making sure not to touch the plants as she watched the fairies make water fountains for fun of it. Before they flew off giggling to each other.

Scar grinned and pulled up Doc by his arm and yanked him along now. Mother Spore found herself smiling as she got up and followed them. Scar easily flitted through the trees, swinging over a branch and over the small creek.

He turned to them as Mother Spore daintily stepped over the water. Doc however seemed determined to do what Scar had. Only the tree had other ideas and when be swing, it decided to pull up making him drop into the water with a grunt.

Scar was laughing as Mother Spore giggled into her hand. Doc say there his fur a little wet and glaring at the large tree.

Helping the larger man up, Scar moved some of the sunlight rays to help dry Doc off. Giving to him a teasing smile, as the goat man stared back with wide eyes. He hadn’t noticed how Scar’s face had small glittering freckles on it.

They eventually moved on as Mother Spore nudged her husband. A smirking smile on her face as he looked very embarrassed. They followed Scar to the creeks end where it lead into a large open area. The late sun casting its orange glow over the field of many flowers.

Mother Spore’s eyes were wide as she looked at the many colors around them. Reaching out to one of the flowers. Her fingers brushed over the soft petals, and she watched as it turned black and withered away. Her smile slowly fell with some hurt in her eyes.

A hand touched hers, as she looked as Scar touched the dead flower. And it slowly perked back up, and the color returned the life to it. Her dark colored eyes looked at his green eyes, and he gave her a gentle smile.

Her face had a soft purple flush to it. As Scar looked away and waved to the wind nymphs passing by. Their breeze ruffling the loose petals into the air. Forming a female figure as she waved to the group. Doc and Mother Spore waved back as she faded into the wind.

Doc put an arm around his wife, watching the wind move the golden fields of many colors. Scar got them some apples down from the trees, as he petted the branch of the tree, watching as it rose it’s branch back up.

Mother Spore looked at the fruit in her hands, and some of the edges of blackness near her fingers. She quickly ate some of it though. And savored the sweet taste in her mouth. Her eyes felt like they were stinging, she smothered down the tears.

Looking out over the fields and to the mountains ahead. She just…

Had never seen so much green life before.

Nor met someone who seemed to willing to share it like Scar. The same man who tries to destroy her home was her is giving of his own. She guessed this was why people followed him so easily. He was very sweet under that evil grin he sometimes gave.

But Doc had said the same thing about her once.

im just... sobbing, currently curled up into a little ball and weeping

JADEEE 😭😭😭 WHY DID U HIT ME WITH THE FEELSSS WAHH THIS IS SO PRECIOUS I CANT- I JUST CANT, MY HEART IS TOO FULL

the way doc just falls into the water and glaring at the tree branch, and then scardoc moment with m.spore teasing doc about it

and and the little interaction with grian and scar with the flower is just so sweet💜💜💜

also the last comment about how doc had the same reaction to m.spore as m.spore to scar now and and- just everything is so sweet and perfect 💜💜💜💜💜

thank u jade for another awesome fic, i love it so so much!!💜💜💜💜💜💜💜

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welcome to my beautiful blog

[lichfucker]

hi and hello! I would love to hear anything you wish to share about "to cross running water"; seeing you tag things for it/talk about it on my dash is always so cool <3

ty for indulging me lskdfsdf g-d where do I even start

'to cross running water' is my black sails vampire fic because I only write vampire fics anymore. some vampire lore says that they can't cross running water, so if you wanna get away from a vampire you basically just need to lead them to a river and then leave them stranded on the other side, which I thought was very cheeky considering. flint is a pirate. literally all he does is cross running water.

I'm hewing pretty closely to canon with it; it's not a full genre/plot swap, it's literally just "black sails but what if flint were a vampire."

I've been alternating back and forth between flint's pov and miranda's pov. and then of course once she dies it'll be all flint all the time lmao. flint is a vampire and thomas had also been a vampire but miranda is human. she is flint's shelter, she is his haven, her blood is what fuels and sustains him. it has the very fun effect of taking her already incredible isolation in canon and cranking it all the way up. miranda is horrifically alone, the bearer of more awful secrets than anyone can fathom, and there's only so much longer she can hang onto this powerlessness before something breaks.

and flint is... a beast. flint is a monster. he's the thing good men fear, what they tell their children to fear. he's been deemed an abomination for so many reasons, in so many ways. he has a primal rage, an insatiable bloodlust, a conviction that he is meant to lead and to rule. he is the man who cannot die, who can only be unmade in sunlight. all the interplay of dark and light, the thematic resonance of night and day. all of that is canon. I'm just adding fangs.

tcrw is also slowburn silverflint because of course it is lmao. I'm writing it in order because I Need To but uhh I have some plans for later scenes that are. the closest I will ever come in my life to writing smut. so. there's that. I just think that the eroticism of the vampire figure is important, and every vampire fic I've written approaches it differently. this one meets it head-on.

mmm I posted the whole first miranda section a little while ago... since you so patiently sat through this infodump I'll give you a bit from the first flint section :3

It's far from the most depraved thing Flint has done today but wringing Singleton’s blood out of his shirt only to lick it back up is certainly undignified. He takes no pride in wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand before all but shoving his entire fist into his mouth, but in the privacy of his cabin, hunger so putrid and bellowing it rots in him, he finds he cannot truly feel ashamed of it, either.

He does what he must. Hunger alone won’t kill him, his infernal constitution made of sterner stuff, but he needs the strength. It’s a horrid combination, endurance and enfeeblement, the knowledge that he could be utterly hollowed out and still he must crawl his way through every rotation of the Earth, dragging his pathetic body ever closer to the end of time, his only true hope at final oblivion save for the business end of a wooden stake. But until such a fate becomes inevitable he will do what he can to avoid it, even if it means slurping Singleton’s blood off of each finger with indulgent obscenity. He feels invigorated with it, however slight the nutrition from feeding like this, and the adrenaline still thrums through him, all abuzz with the satisfaction of a good fight. Flint enjoys fighting in the sun. That enfeeblement he so dreads, the sun is its ultimate benefactor, its rays draping weakness across his shoulders like a heavy cloak, weighing him down. He’s known of others, throughout the years, who are flayed alive by the daylight, or whose skin breaks out in unbearable burns and blisters (Thomas, in particular, glittered in the sun as though his skin were made of crushed diamonds while ghastly red welts that stung and hissed were bubbling beneath the surface, threatening to burst), but Flint is merely dampened by it, his preternatural strength and speed made natural. It humanizes him. A daylit skirmish presents a challenge, his muscles heavy and his reflexes sluggish; he has no biological advantage, only his skill and his drive. Such a fight is as close to fair as one could ever be—and still Flint has yet to be bested. Still his might reigns supreme. At his weakest he is still the pinnacle of them. When will it be enough? When will they learn? Thomas’ voice, in that almost paternalistic way, slinks out of the depths of Flint’s mind, beseeching, What have you got to prove? Well, everything, it would seem. It was Singleton today. It’ll be someone else tomorrow. The ever-constant threat of mutiny breathes hot on his neck like a slobbering dog. If they’re going to be dogs, my sweet, I will show them the wolf. Miranda hates to be cooped up in that little house, stranded on the island for weeks at a time, but she hates even more to see him like this, the lengths he must go to secure any sort of existence for her. At least locked away in the interior she does not have to see the animal in him. The new cook saw it today. Everyone saw it, to be sure, Flint’s captive and captivated audience, but Mr. Silver saw it for the first time today. Mr. Silver recognized it today. Flint stood there, quaking, snarling, drenched in his soon-to-be lunch, and he caught Mr. Silver in his teeth, held him in place as those ice-blue eyes reckoned with the beast before him.

[rjalker]

I hope I'm not just a tumblr user to you, but also someone you would kill without hesitation in order to save the planet / world / galaxy /universe / ect / save me from a fate worse than death if I asked you to / ect.

anyways have I mentioned how much I hate characters who decide that their moral highground is the most important thing in all of creation even when maintaining that moral highground means forcing other people to die or suffer unecessarily?

Yes, Animorphs stans, I am talking about Cassie. She is a terrible person, very easily one of the worst in the whole series. Maybe someday if you develop critical thinking skills you'll notice this. We can hope.

[zan0tix]

HOORAY HOMESTUCK! Happy birthday to the webcomic that changed my life 😁🫶

[askinsufferableprick]

@mspaintjade

[stealingpotatoes]

How familiar are you with Star war legends?

not very but I think this is how a crossover between legends and (my) canon and would go down:

(commission info // kofi support!)

[glossglamour]

Robert Sean "[Groans loudly] Is everyone obsessed with homosexuality?" Leonard in a 2013 interview:

[scrimmification]

applepom :)

[perhaps-only-a-mirage]

some simple (but plentiful!!!) sprites for you all today. just some outfit swaps! the alpha kids did not get nearly enough cool outfits, so i decided to see what they'd look like with some modified beta kid outfits. some look decent, but others look very nice! i also did it the other way around too, because whynot.

(sorry i think i'll stop with the colored text thing in default text, it was So Cool but it was also really time consuming @_@)

JANE

ROXY

DIRK

JAKE

JOHN

JADE

ROSE

DAVE

[twstedforyou]

“Your third set of familiars--Octavinelle, the information broker company for all your snooping needs! You’ll make good use of our services, won’t you?”

Masterlist || Askbox

[goosefries]

new sprouts

[lichfucker]

AAAH A VERY HAPPY TESS DAY TO U!! ✨💖💗💖✨

ty jade!! 🥰🥰🤩😘🤩

[saayatsumu]

remember the time floyd told azul his overblot experience was so cringe it almost killed him

[ryllen]

there's actual first date vibe in his look, and i love it

.x.x

[tgcg]

Who else are your favorite characters/ships aside from Karkat and Dave?