#wormle

[juliaprecourt]

Shibari Squirmle

[doughguts-art]

Dr. Frick! The Worm-on-a-String Plague Doctor

Couldn't decide what color I liked most, so I just made him color-changing. I do really like orange tho, so making that his main color.

[ghoostlycookieartbazaar]

Squirmle Pals

Here´s a drawing of my Worm on a String character with the oc´s of my pal, friend, buddy, two Squirmle (Worm on a string) boys being together and passing the time hehe

[dootznbootz]

I was thinking about that Odysseus gray hair headcanon of yours (which i btw love and painfully sob about) and consider:

Penelope seeing him cry in bed, having the realization that when he's lying on his back while crying his tears follow the exact patch of his gray hair. Penelope being out for blood because of that.

Actually, he hates lying on his back after everything... It's something he cannot do anymore. He lies on his side most of the time. Or lies on top of Penelope. (His "favorite bed is made of bone." ��� As the Water Wife is smaller so when he rests his head on her chest, he's basically right on her sternum. She's fairly flat. She gets SOME squish as she gets older and after pregnancy ofc 😌)

Having a weight on top of him is very upsetting. He usually flips them over or moves. He can no longer be the little spoon either. Penelope cannot lie on his chest. It's just something that has...changed :')

One thing she notices, is that he has 4 little cresent moon shaped scars on his triceps. (some faded ones on his palms too). Then she sees him crossing his arms and realizes they're from him digging his fingernails into himself. Something he used to do while crying on the beaches. The ones on his palms are from the times he was on his back in the cave.

Something that will eventually kind of come into play, is that for Helen, Paris and Deiphobus are dead. She can always be reassured they won't come to get her. For Odysseus, they're GODDESSES...Immortal and can't be 'punished' (nor should they considering they're immortals). Odysseus kind of lives with this fear deep down that they'll somehow come back into his life. They don't. Because THEY DON'T. But he can't shake that fear.

It reassures him that Penelope looks and feels so different. Penelope's smaller, she's fairly cold to the touch, he knows her birthmarks and scars, etc. Calypso was an Oceanaid while Penelope is a Naiad. He hates saltwater for many reasons. Circe felt too hot and felt like burning despite taking Penelope's appearance. Penelope's so cold. etc. Penelope is RIGHT.

Unedited Unfinished snippet of a random wip. Context: He had a bad nightmare.

Shaking with a blank, tear-stained face, Odysseus sat looking away from her. His nails dug into his biceps, the four crescent moon scars proving how often he did this while away. On his palms as well. The tapestry that he tore off the wall (the rod being what broke. Not her own craftsmanship, of course) wrapped around his waist and back. Protecting himself…

Penelope is soooo protective of him though. For example, once while talking with Penelope and Telemachus, Telemachus brings up Calypso (he knows from Menelaus) and asks his dad how he escaped her and how 'dangerous' she was. Was she like Scylla? Odysseus freezes. He doesn't want his son to know of such things. Stuff like that.

Penelope swoops in with distractions and a way for him to sneak away if he needs or to just shove his face under her neck to hide it for a bit. Water Wife is able to get rid of any tears shed so he can look "fine" and keep up appearances.

Odysseus hid his face in her throat, his hands clutching her waist close to him on their shared throne. Another tear spilled out from where it rested upon his lid only to be immediately pulled away. Penelope casually flicked it to the side. Cold hands cupped his face as she pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "We can sneak out if you need-" "No." He pulled her closer. He swallowed and steadied his breathing. Vision too blurred to look at the dancers anyway. He had a prettier sight beside him. "I already made a scene." Penelope started to say something before stopping and took a deep breath. "Whatever you need, my Joy." "You," he rasped. "Just you."

I wrote this very quickly just to kind of give the vibes I guess. I also have a headcanon that after Odysseus made their bed, he made a throne bench because these two freaks were constantly squirming and were leaning over so much that it got annoying. It also felt very empty for 20 years :') )

People talk about him. About his episodes of PTSD and his lashing out. And she shuts them down. "He's not mad. He's been through all pains. I'd like to see you do well after going through what he's gone through."

She's out for blood on people who question or mock him. Don't talk about her Joy that way. You don't know anything.

[jaycielantern]

Made myself a little sorcerer! She's based on a mole lizard and for a space ttrpg world i'm working on! Her talents are crying and building minecraft houses.

[tinywafflerat]

wormles drawing (+bonus countertop reveal)

[wormlings]

Names: Pollux and Capsor

Caretaker: Kind of Entropy (@otherworldlyoddities45 ) they are more of an auncle to them!

Information: Pollux and Capsor are not quite Space Worms yet (they would be about 16/17, the rest of the Wormlings are about 10/12) and they kinda came out wrong since they are a Space Worm with an eye at each end! They aren't looked down on for this, it's actually seen as really cool because it is! In their human form they are conjoined twins who are bound just at the hands. (Pollux has only their left hand, Capsor only their right) They don't really like using any other languages then Space Worm chirps. They also named themselves after the stars and the greek myth, but aren't bonded to the stars themselves.

Personality: They are both very talkative! In their human form they use their arms to emulate Space Worm moving which is important to their language. They are still very playful, enjoying doing things like rushing through nebulae like sprinklers and rocketing through space.

[gmanwhore]

How to care for your Wormling! A handy guide lays just below the cut!

You were most likely given your Wormling by an older Space Worm you know, and that trusts you. This is a very good thing! Wormlings need a good teacher so they understand how your society and language work.

Your Wormling will spend the most time in the form that most closely resemble yours. They will copy you as much as possible. This is a sign of affection, as it means they like how you look and how you do things!

Wormlings do not need food, water, or sleep. This does not mean that they will not try to do these activities with you. Chewing gum is very popular with Wormlings, as well as similarly textured things. They will also curl up with you as you sleep, though they will be wide awake. It's very important you include your Wormlings in activities as much as possible, as this is how they learn to be able to fit in. It also makes them feel more comfortable around you.

Wormlings will cover their face in their humanoid forms. They get very uncomfortable without their face covering, so make sure you have a few extra handy for when they need to be washed. Bandannas and face masks are the best for your Wormling, as they are soft and breathable, and fit well to their faces.

Your Wormling may experience sensory overload due to lots of noises, bad textures, overpowering smells, uncomfortable clothes, humidity, any combination of these or other factors. They will struggle with communication at this point, so make sure to know when your Wormling is distressed and do what you can to mitigate the situation (Headphones, taking them out of the room, ect.).

Wormlings love to be held and cuddled! Physical contact is a must, this is a huge way they show affection. In their worm form, they will love to weave between your fingers and rest on your shoulders. They also love being rolled around in their worm form. If they are in an animal form, they love pets and scratches. In humanoid forms, hugs and cuddles are important, but a lot of Wormlings like to be tickled!

Make sure to associate words with things as you talk. For example, when you first meet your Wormling, they will already know their name. Point to them, say their name, and then point to yourself and say your own name. This will create an association in their head from you to your name. Do this with other things. For eaxmple, when you say "flower", make sure to point to the flower, or give it to the Wormling. They learn a lot by association so make that your go to tactic!

When it becomes necessary to discipline your Wormling, speak firmly but do not yell. You want them to understand what they did was wrong, but fo not frighten them. When you explain why you did not like what they did, associate it to a feeling they have experienced. For example, if they have run off tell them that it made you feel sad, like when they had lost a thing they enjoyed, and scared like when they heard thunder. That way they can understand your feelings better.

Wormlings are not pets. They must be treated like you would a child. Wormlings are not to be put in cages, nor are they to be treated like animals. They may chose to have an animal form, but that does not matter. If you are found to be mistreating your Wormling it will be taken away.

Every so often the older Space Worm that gave you the Wormling will take them back to the void where the Space Worms come from to have a communal learning experience. Do not worry about this, they will only be gone for a few seconds from your perspective and you will soon have your Wormling back.

Chiptune music and computer generated voices are great for calming Wormlings as it will sound very similar to their own language. They may make some odd computer like noises at you, as that is how they speak. You won't be able to replicate it perfectly but making noises back is very encouraged.

All in all, make sure your Wormling is allowed to roam and discover and they will be happy! Teach the, as much as you can, and they will respond with unconditional love and affection for you!

[cock-holliday]

mariana & early am radio

I’m getting quite the rock or leaf collection. Thank you! I shall gift you one as well

Ooh, this is a dangerous choice. I have a very eclectic selection of music and the shift from normal to odd will be very sudden

[juliaprecourt]

What if we were two Shibari Squirmles?

[yourplayersaidwhat]

Oh baby!

(Harpy Rogue and Elf Bard are engaged in a fierce battle with an enemy of the harpy)

Air Ginasi Echo Fighter: How are we going to get the baby? ( a purple gem dragon wormling we were to bring somewhere)

Kobold Artificer, who has eyed a two-story window: Throw me.

[the-plushie-friendships]

Citrine was throwing rocks at Ames' window.

(@wormlings )

*Ames was playing with her plushies, only to start screaming in fright as she heard the rocks being thrown against her window*

[dootznbootz]

hello hi hello i am here to hold out my little bowl and ask for a 'penelope abducted' snippet please

*coughs up blood and places strange, radioactive goop in your bowl* 🙃

I wouldn't say it's a snippet but it's more of a

SCRIPT

with some "writing" slapped in between. (there's a reason why I take forever to write things :'D Or then they end up like this)

I don't have a reason for Paris kidnapping Penelope, this is more to just explore characters and their emotions as I LOVE THAT SHIT. This unedited af and it's basically first draft, so while I think the concepts are okay, the writing is sloppy.

This is a younger Hector, why he's a lil bit more unsure. Odysseus and Penelope are around 25-26. Telemachus isn't here yet. Realistically, Hector would be dead, but I REALLY want a certain conversation between them >:)

Honestly, writing this made me weirdly learn I write more/better when the text is smaller :P BUT I'm sorry anon, I'm sending out what I got when I didn't do that. as..you sent this a while back and I should get on it. I also tried not to "headhop" as I know that's "not a good writing habit" but oh my fuck. Take me outside and shoot me in the backyard. It's AGONY and feels so fucking BORINNNG to write. What's the point if I don't know every single DETAIL?!?!? kljhuytdfuyghk

ANYWAYS

Warnings: Miscarriage mention, violence.

Andromache whimpered as the man, Aethon of Same, he had called himself, pulled the knife closer to her throat. Smoke and screams sounded from outside as whatever godlike blasts went off once more as King Odysseus ran through Troy.

Hector felt anger and despair surge through him. For every blast, another sibling of the fifteen taken hostage dies. His throat burned.

(More stuff. Don’t wanna do now. Aethon pulls a "whoops. I missed." and cuts Andromache's collarbone to get Hector to comply.)

“I am without weapons, let her go now.”

Aethon nodded, only to push her into the arms of the other two men with him, held once more.

“You said you would-”

“Let her go? I did. She’s simply no longer held by me. You will guide us, and if you try to lead us astray, my soldiers here will not miss Lady Andromache’s throat like I did.”

“You are without honor! There is no reason to do this. I will show you to where Lady Penelope is, you didn’t need to take my wife-”

His words were cut off when a large hand cut off his words by grabbing his neck, the sounds becoming a squeak as it left his mouth.

Gray eyes burned into him as they got closer to his face. “There is no honor in kidnapping a queen while she recovers from a great pain either! Barely back on her feet and taken from her home.” Aethon hissed, trembling with a barely restrained rage. He breathed slowly, before letting go. “Simply repaying the favor...I will not repeat myself; You will show us where she is.”

Hector started to walk forward, restrained as he was. He remembers how Penelope spoke with such warmth for her husband. “Does your King approve of your methods?”

Aethon chuckled darkly, flicking the dagger between his fingers before tossing it to one of the men who held Hector. “Why do you think he sent me? Move along, Prince of Troy.”

(Stuff happens. Cassandra is muttering to everyone that no one will be hurt as long as they did as told, (no one believes her).One of Hector's brothers tries to step in only for Aethon to pull a one-punch-knock-out like he does with the Irus in the Odyssey as a beggar. One of Hector's sister-in-laws is naiad-born, he gives her a look, not realizing Aethon noticed her ears as well and is letting this happen. Aethon knows about Naiads just as much.)

Hector lifted his head as much as he could with how he was restrained, and gathered strength in his voice. “Lady Penelope! A man by the name of Aethon of Same is here to escort you!”

No reply. All that could be heard is more screams outside as another blast as loud as thunder went off. Another sibling is now dead. He tried to focus on the task.

The door was somehow blocked from the inside, despite how much she raged at being blocked in there by Paris himself. 

Hector started to shift his shoulders a bit. Fear gripped him as he glanced over to Andromache once more, still crying and bleeding from the wound on her collarbone. Her dress now sticking with red as blood seeped through. 

He looked forward again. “Lady Penelope,” Louder this time. “Are you in there?”

No reply. There seemed to be shuffling but he could not truly tell with how his ears were ringing.

Hector turned his head around to look at Aethon, the brutal man, hoping to make him understand that he was trying. That she should be here. 

From under one of his brother’s helm, sharp gray eyes flicked from the door back to Hector. His strong arms were tense as they crossed over his chest. It disturbed Hector how it fit him as if it were his own. A flash of light went across his hard face as another blast happened close by. He was unfazed

Hector was about to plead again, for the man to let Andromache go and take him if he felt the need before Aethon lifted a hand for him to be silent.

Aethon stood in front of the door then, eyes looking down towards the crack at the bottom of the doorway as he watched for movement. He frowned when there was nothing. He took a deep breath and leaned forward a slight bit, “Queen Penelope! We are here to take you home!”

A quick “Oh!” and a crash of pots sounded. 

Aethon’s eyes blazed and teeth gritted as he grabbed and rattled the door handle. “Penelope!”

He panted hard, the door handle now bent from his strength. He began to frantically throw his shoulder into the door, ramming himself and charging like that of an angered boar. 

“Penelope! Are you hurt?” His voice strained. Hector wonders if this man was related to Penelope in that he was so informal.

Another blast sounded and another shuffle and crash sounded from inside the room. Aethon swallowed a breath and he growled as he savagely rammed again. One hand going to undo the strap of the helm he wore, he pulled it off his head, revealing a tight braid of auburn curls on his head. Aethon began slamming the helm into the hinges of the door until one came off. The dented helmet in his hand, he once more barreled into the door. This time it worked. 

Aethon frantically looked around the room before an “Odysseus!” sounded from his left to which he turned swiftly to. 

The fear on Aethon's face turned to joy as he called her name back, lifting his arms to wherever she came from to pull her to him. Her bare feet dangled a short bit as she rested her chin on his shoulder and clung to him, before he sank to the ground. His knees barely missing the shattered pottery. A sob of relief escaped his lips as the lady kissed his face between comforting words.

It suddenly clicked into place. This wasn’t just a devoted captain to a king, this was a devoted husband. 

King Odysseus.

Hector could only watch in confused awe at the scene that unfolded. This man, this king, was weeping. To any outsider, it would look as though it was he who was being rescued. The strong shoulders that burst through the oaken door now shook with sobs. His fingers, ones that had bruised his own neck, were now caressing Penelope’s back, trembling as they combed through her hair. For her or his comfort, Hector did not know. 

Penelope soothed, a tearful smile on her face as she scratched at his scalp in small circles as he cradled her. “It’s okay, I’m here. I’m not hurt. He didn’t touch me”

A whimper escaped him. He lifted his head from her bosom and tears hung from his lashes. A hand, blood already dried from the broken jaw of Thoon, gingerly touched her abdomen.

Penelope’s face twisted up and more tears fell from her silver eyes as she told her husband something Hector couldn’t hear.

Hector realized that it had be begun to rain, what had soft pattering became a downpour, as though the couple’s tears had been what filled the clouds themselves. It put out the fires. 

“Andromache!” Penelope gave her husband a knowing yet disappointed look, a few surprised blinks from red rimmed eyes as a response. She took some raindrops on her fingertips from outside. “Let her go. Now.”

The men released Hector’s wife, who immediately went to touch the wound on her collarbone, wincing as she pressed her hand to it. Hector lunged from the men holding him only to be restrained further.

Penelope started to stand, only to be stopped by the shards that still littered the ground. Odysseus, his eyes and hands never leaving her, lifted her up as he walked across the room. The sandals on his feet protecting him.

Andromache shied away a bit before Penelope grabbed her hand as water went to her wound, sealing it as though it had never been there. 

Hector felt sharp eyes upon him and looked back at Odysseus. It…truly was hard seeing him as the same man who had cut Andromache. Once hard as flint gray eyes were now red from tears, calm and calculating. Two trails went down his ashen cheeks and revealed freckles Hector didn’t notice before.

“Your siblings are still alive,” he started quietly. “I swear upon Almighty Zeus that your siblings are still alive upon the ship. At most some have a headache.” He gestured with his head towards the window, a curl that had been tucked by his wife fell from behind his ear with the movement. "If you want your siblings back, my men, my queen, and I will be treated as guests until we leave…after this storm ends, hopefully.”

Hector was about to yell, to call him a liar, before Penelope interrupted. “They are alive, Hector.”

Striking silver eyes were now piercing through him, though not cold, they didn’t hold the same warmth as before. Her cheeks still damp from tears yet her mouth set in a fine line. One hand reached up and held her husband’s face, who gazed at Hector with the same expression. 

…Was this what Paris meant when he said that Lady Penelope should be nobody’s wife? The cruelty he spoke of...?

“The rain started as soon as we were reunited. The fires are put out by Lord Zeus... Hector, I would prefer if your siblings joined us with a feast.”

(More bickering talk shit. blahblahblah. Hector realizes that while Penelope was "nice" while in Troy, She does so many tricks that no one realizes, as she's trying to stay alive while waiting and Paris is scared of her as Aphrodite isn't here. Hector realizes that she's just as cold and that Odysseus is "just a guy" in way. Realistic? No. But I want Hector alive so then a certain convo can happen >:)

(Again, this is unedited. :'D so yeah. it's not great right now)

She sat up to look back at him, his eyes already looking watery still but she would let him decide if he would share with her or not. 

Penelope didn’t have to wait long as he relaxed his shoulders and took a deep breath, once more shoving his head under her neck, like how Anthos would shove her little body against Penelope’s for pets. 

Odysseus took peace in this silence, her chilled body against his own once more. Her being taken from him was a fear he had never experienced before. (more stuff)

“I hate that we're trapped here until...Whatever it is the gods want us here for is done."

"I know. We should be in our palace, in our nest...But we're together... And we have their favor as of now...They didn't even notice what we've taken yet."

Odysseus smirked, reassuring Penelope a little bit. She waited more for what was really bothering him. (more stuff)

"The Timing of everything…It frightens me.”

“Timing?” 

He nodded. “First, our…Our loss,” His voice cracking at the end, his warm palm pressed against her lower belly. She swallowed the lump in her throat, pushing her own pain down in hopes he would continue. 

“Then the Pirates, and then among them that…Paris, taking you away. I couldn’t hear the gods. I-” Tears started to spill now, finally flowing from the dam he had put up. “I am always so afraid of losing you after each loss. I never thought…I never thought I could ever possibly lose you like this. That the gods decided that I’ve caused enough pain and that you’d be best with another husband…”

(more sappy crying. When am I not making shit sappy and weepy?)

She chuckled, “You came with so few men and thought you had the gods against you and you still come to get me? You really are a silly man.”

Hector is alive for a conversation that will be better than this.

Hector watched as King Odysseus’ smile shined as he watched Lady Penelope race across the pasture; a request she had before they would leave.

Hector knew she had good horsemanship, remembering the day she first tried to leave for the shores only to be returned. But he was surprised the King of Ithaca agreed, even more that he wasn’t with her as well, as he has been woven to her side since he came. 

And Hector couldn’t help but be angry once more. 

How was this smiling, doting man the same man who terrorized his city?

“Spit it out.”

Odysseus still watched Penelope as she laughed as she rode one of Hector’s large dapple grays. 

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“I know what you’re thinking about. Spit it out.” 

Hector huffed and shook his head at the king. How could he even start?

“Even if the messenger you apparently sent did get to us, and we were too late, as you thought…Why was your first plan of action to terrorise us?”

Odysseus twisted a ring he had on his finger, seemingly amused by Hector’s question. “Prince Hector, I had to make sure you wouldn’t say no when I asked again.”

“Would you have even asked?” Hector hissed, bracing his shoulders a bit.

Odysseus chuckled. “You got me there.”

Hector seethed. “I will admit that Troy did the first offense and I am very grateful that everything went peacefully, but to retaliate to such extreme-”

“To even compare what your brother did to what I did is stupid,” His hands gripped the fencepost, knuckles white. “Be thankful Troy still stands, Son of Priam.”

Hector was taken aback by the venom in Odysseus’ voice, having not heard that since the very same white knuckled hands had held his throat…

Hector keeps forgetting Aethon and Odysseus are the same man.

Odysseus turned his head back around towards the pasture as he heard Penelope’s laughter, his shoulders easing as she raced by. 

“What would it take for you to do what I did, Prince Hector?”

“What?” 

Odysseus stood up straight, waiting until Hector looked back at him before he continued. “Maybe you wouldn’t be able to come up with the same plan,” -he ignored Hector’s rolling eyes- “But what would have to happen for you to ‘go mad’ as you said? I held back and you still think so lowly of me…Do you think you’re above it?”

Odysseus stood right in front of him, those flint eyes seeming to pry him open. “Or…Do you even know what would make you do that? Do you think you have something so important to you that you’d defy gods just to make things right again?” 

More (hopefully) quality stuff will replace this. But I LOVE the thought of Hector (and many of the Trojans) falling for the two's charms only to suddenly remember. "Wait...You guys are violent as fuck". Also How "Odysseus would sacrifice all of Ithaca for Penelope and Telemachus but I don't think Hector would do the same for Andromache and Astyanax" which klsjdf dklsjf kl FUCK YEAH. I SO BADLY WANNA COOK WITH THAT!!! I JUST NEED to get more good ingredients :'D

Notes/reasons/just more stuff

While I don't have a reason as to why Paris kidnapped her, I desperately didn't want Paris to TOUCH her as holy shit, I'm tired. So I had to think of something that was realistic that would make it so that he couldn't and well, Odypen already experience some miscarriages over the years and with the potential angst??? Yeah. :'D Also she scares Paris. He USED to have long hair. (Penelope doesn't have a goddess making her be nice)

Odysseus' plan is supposed to be sloppy kind of. I'm also not a fucking battle strategist. I'm making this up. He doesn't have a huge army and is so so terrified and angry. He basically rushes out (despite being told not to) on one of the pirates boats (undercover in a way). They DID send a messenger but we know he's violent. Basically a few of his men snuck into Troy and quickly stole some armor and snuck around using the fires (idk olive oil) as a distraction. Honestly he's fucking lucky. He's not the experienced and calm(ish) man he is in the Iliad and the Odyssey. His plan is relying mostly on fear.

Penelope did try to sneak out once on horseback and that's why she's like "I wanna do that again. I can't on Ithaca. I wanna have one more chance to do it"

I kind of plan for Penelope to kind of be seen as "kinder" and they use that to their advantage.

I kind of want Penelope and Hector/Andromache to bond over fertility problems as idk, drama and why she cares for them, AND they're barely at 2 years into their marriage and get SO MUCH more shit for it because... Priam is a fucking RABBIT of a man (no hate against him but Idk how tf he can MOVE. He is trying to create his own army)

I so desperately wanted to switch to Andromache's POV so often as I kind of want to compare the two couples and how they relate to one another. but that's the headhopping in me :'D O: We'll be leaving now. P: Not without compensation. Later on P: "YOu didn't see that amazing cauldron they have?!" O: "Penelope, I was a bit preoccupied and freaking out. Besides you were the treasure I needed to bring back home- OH MY GODS" P: I KNOW?!?! You're such a sweetie. 😘

Also Penelope, pulling some jewelry out: I grabbed these. I think this one will fit your middle finger. Odysseus, 🥹: Penelope, you are what it means to adore.

Anon, I'm sorry it's not really a snippet but I hope you still enjoyed :'D Sorry about the radiation I put in your bowl 😅

[nikoisme]

Time to return the favor! Hope my silly cheers you up and strengthens you! :D

This is Sundrop (Sunny)! She's my horse! She's a cremello paint who is very sassy. One of her favorite things to do is to use her lips and kind of "pull" at hair and clothes for attention. She's actually so pale that her nose sometimes gets sunburnt! :'D She's actually what I imagine what Hector's "Blondie" or "Sparkle" looks like!

Funny enough, even for this photo she was being a bit sassy. She kept wanting to go back in and eat so my younger cousin had to sit on the ground with some corn to get her to have her head out and not try to pull on me.

She's neighing "Tran's rights!" and sending strength! :D Hope you feel better, Wormling!

I AM WILLING TO FIGHT FOR SUNNY. I have known her for a few minutes but if anything happened to her i would kill everyone in this room and then myself.

I love cremellos so much and she is SUCH A BEAUTY :00 she looks like she knows it. I love her eyes and eyelashes,, i can't get enough of horses with such eyes aughhhh. AND HER NOSE. I also love a cremello who says trans rights <33 give her a pet for me

[fuckincrow]

Courtiers reaction to their S/O's ball gown (or suit!) and maybe dancing with them to some very sweet music 👉🏻👈🏻 Also, since Valdemar is AroAce™ and if you don't mind you can write reader as their lab rat friend who basically drags them out of the dungeons because they need to get out and touch some grass <3

yes of course! i’ll do the valdemar one in another post

warnings: alcohol ment, gender neutral reader, valerius being kind of an ass but we love him for it

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Masquerade with the courtiers

volta

Volta absolutely loves the Masquerade! Specially all the delicious food, but enjoying it with her special someone sounds even more fun. She is pretty nervous to go with you, so she spends the week prior asking questions and trying to figure out what you’re both going to do.

When you walk in with your outfit, it takes her a moment to react. Then she starts bawling because you look so beautiful, now you have to help her do her makeup again. The whole night she’s holding your hand, she’s pretty small and can get lost easily, but even if it weren’t for that she’s dragging you to eat all of the food. You both enjoy a degustation of various colourful dishes that she barely takes time to actually enjoy, they’re all just so good! Just remind her not to chew with her mouth open.

“Hmph! S/O, you haff to try thiff!”

vlastomil

Oh my worm, Vlastomil is so excited for the Masquerade. He is a bit disappointed his ideas for a worm room were turned down, but you’re sure you can help him be a bit less upset about it, you two can have plenty of wormless fun. Though he is a bit better at hiding it than Volta, he is a bit worried about what you may think of him at your first masquerade together.

Those worries all leave when he sees you walk into the room, however. He is grinning a lot, and doesn’t hesitate to shower you in compliments, and of course cover you in kisses. You have to remind him both of your makeup looks need to last the whole night. The rest of the evening goes smoothly, although he won’t stop showing you off to everyone he talks to. He’s just so proud of his partner.

“Have you SEEN how delightful my darlingest S/O looks tonight?? Oh, my little wormling don’t give me that look, it’s true!”

vulgora

Out of everyone in this list, Vulgora is probably the most excited for the Masquerade. They’re like a big puppy, except it’s a puppy that yells at people because everything needs to be perfect. They usually don’t care too much for organising the event, but it’s their first masquerade with THEIR partner, of course it has to be the best masquerade ever!

When you walk in with your outfit they just stare at you. They’re watching you with wide eyes, a blush spread across their face. It’s not often that Vulgora is soft, but they kind of forget about being angry when they see how gorgeous you look.

Once that initial gawking is out of the way, they make sure to compliment you. While avoiding eye contact and blushing a lot, that is, but still. When you compliment them back, they melt.

The rest of the night is spent with you wandering around and being the life of the party, Vulgora manages to set one of the tables on fire, but it wouldn’t be your partner without breaking anything.

“You uh- AHEHM. You look very pretty. H- HEY, DON’T LAUGH! OR I’M NOT DANCING WITH YOU!”

valerius

Although he may not admit it, Valerius loves the Masquerade. He’s usually a refined person, and although he hates having to mingle with the commoners, the masquerade is his opportunity to get absolutely wasted and have no consequences. Usually that’s about it for him, but because it’s his first masquerade with you, he actually wants to remember it.

He always spends a lot of time getting himself ready beforehand, which means you’re ready before he is, this man takes forever. When he finally walks out to see you waiting outside, he’s not able to hide his flustered reaction. Though internally he is very giddy, he simply rolls his eyes and tells you to hurry up. He does spare you a few compliments once you’re alone, though.

Valerius isn’t much of a dancer, he rather keep watch, but when a slow song starts to play he can’t resist to dance with you. Mainly to make sure no one else does, you’re his after all, and these peasants need to know.

“You look okay, I guess… Come on, let’s get going. …Fine, you look perfect. Shut up.”

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may or may not have gotten a bit carried away with valerius and vulgora, i love them so much

[wormlings]

Name: Opal Caretaker: Moonlight (@otherworldlyoddities45 self insert) Personality: Opal is a very curious Wormling who is very active and loves to play! They also love to collect things, though they often steal things as they don't understand the idea of possessions.