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Does anyone have any recommendations for books like Watership Down, Duncton Wood, and the Animals of Farthing wood?

(bonus points if they’re about reptiles/amphibians/fish)

#watership down #duncton wood #animals of farthing wood

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*rattling coins in a tin cup* spare toad headcannons, ma’am? any spare headcannons?

Djsjsksk no theme, so here's some off the top of my head 😪🤲🏻

As a kid, toad's got a hard case of "angry young man" syndrome

He hates the world bc the world hates him

Or at least... That's how he acts on the outside

Really, I imagine he's quite hurt and lonely underneath all the anger and frustration

Of course, years of letting that fester does him no good and by the time he's all grown...

Well by now, he's quite numb

He's got a "given up on life" attitude, no more magneto, no more brotherhood of mutants

If he's being honest, he only stuck around bc they were the most accepting of him anyway

He knows better know

You two meet when he's at his lowest, a time when he wouldn't expect anyone to want to be near him

He's terrified to let you get close, but that's nothing compared to the suspicion and doubt he has

It takes a long while before he lets his walls down, but damn if it isn't worth it

Mort has years and years and decades of stored up love to give, so needless to say he's very affectionate and attentive

Although, don't expect him to be too cheesy, hear over heels with it

He's been through a lot and, through no fault of your own, always carries that doubt...

The one that says this can't last

If you manage to catch him while he's young, it's a pretty different story though

He'll be all over you if you let him and adores you as the most amazing, wonderful person he's ever met

Regardless of the timing, he will always be the possessive type more then anything

He wishes he could just have you all to himself, seeing anyone else chatting you up is a quick way to get him fired up

It's a bit of a struggle considering just about no one takes him seriously

Thankfully, he's always stronger then he looks and has no problem throwing down, if need be, to get the message across

The good news is, he's not a very aggressive person usually, so it rarely goes that far

I feel like as he gets older, he gradually gets a little more toady

Like, you know how men constantly build testosterone in their bodies as they age which can lead to hair loss and the ever memed "dad strength"?

It's like that

He gets a little more warty, a little more round, a little extra strong...

There's plenty of benefits to it in your eyes

To him, not so much

If he could get some of that "mutant cure" or whatever from last stand, dear Lord, he fucking would

All he's ever wanted was to be normal and accepted

That's one of the reasons he needs you so much... You make him feel like it's not all bad being like this

Especially if you two have had the chance to get older together, he'll need you then more then ever

#toad

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Ooooh if you’re doing headcannons… got anything dad bod related for x men toad? Lemme feel up the frog man plz 🙏

👁️ You already know. I tried with this one lol, a little tiny bit of suggestive content at the bottom

When I tell you.... This man is SO SHY

We all know he's been insecure all his life, and while being so skinny wasn't exactly helping his confidence...

This isn't really doing the trick either

If anything, he feels worse

What he doesn't know, it allllll the attention from the ladies it's netting him

At this point in his life, he's so used to getting stared at negatively, he doesn't even consider it could be interest

And that's if he notices to begin with

He's very solid in his extremities, but really pudgy around his torso and hips

God, he hates that

He hates the way it feels, hates the way it looks...

Feeling that little jiggle or bounce just from walking, the pillowy love handles pressing down on his belt

He's officially at his rock bottom...

Which is why he'd be thrown for a total loop when he finally catches onto you coming onto him 👀

I feel like early on, he just doesn't really understand

He feels that, somehow, you're looking past his hideous exterior and staying with an "it's what's inside that counts" mindset

So naturally he hints and swears up and down that he's going to lose the weight, try to get a little more attractive, ect

He gets nervous when you touch his body, or really just anywhere around his soft spots

You're trying to express that you like it, but it just doesn't seem to be registering...

He never really does get around to losing that weight, which really only makes him more frustrated

Eventually you realize that you're going to have to give him the "you don't have to change for me, I already like you just as you are" speech

It takes some convincing before he really starts to believe you though

Not bc you're doing anything wrong, just bc... Well. You know.

Once it clicks, though... At long last, he gets it

In truth, he never didn't want to be touched, he just wasn't sure you'd want to

Once he's secure, he lets you touch and snuggle all you want

His stomach is very smooth, particularly compared to the rest of him, so he certainly enjoys a little belly rub

It helps of course that he's pretty round, which makes it all the better of an armrest for when you're cuddling

He also definitely enjoys a little bit of size difference lol

When you guys are in the sheets, he has no problem putting his weight into it

Just as long as he's not crushing you too bad... Man's has stamina lol

This is definitely when he starts to realize the benefits he's got going on

He likes it when you're rough, and enjoys when you grip his sides and love handles, whatever you can get a handful of is nice

Of course... He also likes it when you scratch up his back, if you can

He wears those raw little rivers between his warts and along his sides with pride

#toad

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ooooohhhhh ok so Toad and reader in a fantasy AU kind of princess and the frog like??? I think that would be cute 🥰

As someone who's name actually means princess, rest assured that I think about this concept at least once a week sksksksksk 😭😭😭🙏🏻

While mostly unspoken, it is the primary duty of all next in line to build rapport with one's future subjects, meaning it's not uncommon to see the princess about the village. Although it's true you enjoy socializing with the people... You find sneaking away from your guards all the more so. Besides, you're more than confident your family would never allow you the love you've found.

The princess and a commoner? Unthinkable.

The princess and a mutant? It'd be outrageous.

And yet...

You met him the same way you meet all your other subjects. A smile and a wave while you're paraded through the town square. It's not the obvious about him that caught your attention, more so the way he seemed to stand off from the crowd. Something hinted at you to leave it be, but... The princess should know all her people, shouldn't she?

He was terribly shy at first. It's not every day he gets such attention from someone so beautiful, after all. But that's just the thing... Everyone is excited and a little shy to speak to the princess, sometimes only at first, sometimes indefinitely. But that's what you love so much about him; between the two of you, you can be yourselves.

You don't have to be "the princess". And he can be more than just "toad".

When you can, you sneak away to see him here by the lakeside. When he can, he visits you from a climb right up the castle wall. Some days you would talk about running off together... Leaving all these stupid rules and roles behind... Now it feels like you talk about it every day.

"The princess and the toad"... That's got a funny ring to it sure. He likes to laugh at it now then, but never without following that maybe, just maybe- one day you could lose the titles. Lose the nicknames, and the distance, and the social division... and finally get your happy ending.

#toad

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👋 hello love your blog and toad content feel free to ignore this. Maybe it will give you some ideas idk

I just was on clock app and watched Esmeralda edits AND IT FITS SO WELL with Mortimer and reader concept like that scene where Esmeralda dancing on festival (?) (I don't remember how it's called) . Unfortunately I can't send an edit but THIS THIS SCENE I'M TALKING ABOUT p. s. I'm really sorry if there any mistakes english not my native language

First of all, sorry this took so long to get to 😭

Second of all, may I just say, your username is ELITE lmao 😂 easily in my top three favorite usernames I've ever seen, right along with dilf-hunter69, I believe it was

Y'all have easily twice the creativity I do lmao

Definitely a cool idea tho! There's lots of cross over for Quasimodo's story and Toad's, I honestly wouldn't be surprised if some of his character iterations were inspired by it all. I do love a good "sad, ugly mutant man gets picked by pretty reader character". Hm....

Ooooo you know what would be cool? Like a straight up au of sorts revolving around the hunchback of Notre Dame + X-Men 👀

This turned into a little blurb, so here you go :) reader is gender neutral btw!

Imagine being a mutant rights activist at like a rally or protest or something and of course the brotherhood are in the area, possibly fighting cops or whatever- something to get the X-Men's attention ig. To speed things up tho, Magneto has the team set sights on the bystanders, which includes you of course.

The rest of the brotherhood doesn't care so they do it, all humans are the enemy after all- even ones who claim otherwise. But... Toad's not so sure. He has reservations, but as usual it only takes a stern look from Magneto to put him in his place. He joins the fight and you and your fellow protestors scatter.

You run because you're getting chased- chased by Toad, it seems. In the rush and the panic, you fall, even getting trampled by the human stampede a little. Toad's on you in no time, and there you lay... Hurt and helpless. He could kill you right now and maybe earn some approval with his master.

Or...

He looks left. Then right. Then over his shoulder for good measure. No one is looking....

"Get up!", Like you weigh nothing at all, he flips you over and sets you on your feet to face him.

You look scared- but he's used to that. Besides, he's not sure he can even blame you. Fear is better than hatred at least. And anything's better than disgust.

In a moment of weakeness, a thought comes upon him; Is this really what he wants to be? Feared and distrusted, by actions of his own doing? As though his face isn't bad enough- isn't he just making things worse? You weren't here to fight or cause trouble after all. Quite the opposite, in fact.

Lost in his mind, he studies your face for a long time... Just about as much as you study his.

A minute well spent- he lets you go gently, sneering even as he does. Toad looks around one more time, backing away to save face until at last he turns to you, a growl of a whisper as his voice, "Go on- get lost, then!", he looks at the surprise in your eyes... Then looks away. He doesn't deserve even that.

"I ain't gonna hurt you... but thems all will if yo-"

Surprise is the least of all the feelings that wash over him when your arms interrupt his warning. Hung tight in an embrace across the back of his neck- Mort suddenly remembers... When was the last time he ever was hugged?

For a fleeting moment, he thinks to return the gesture. Somehow, this feels better then anything he's ever imagined. Better then he ever thought something was silly as a simple touch even could. Your waist is right there, too.

If he'd only move his useless limbs, then maybe he could just...

But the moment passes. And with a gentle, sincere smile- another in the line of first times for him today, you let him go with a hurried thanks before turning to run.

For a long while yet, just long enough to commit your wonderful face to memory... He watches you go. Something in his chest feels tight as he watches you run from him, all the way until you're out of sight.

"Toad! You fool... You let one get away!", from somewhere far away, Magneto growls and degrades- taking a break from the mayhem to round up his troops for the X-Men's approach.

No.... Not running from him, Toad thinks.

Running from-

Erik Lehnsherr mutters yet another insult under his breath, before issuing a new command, "Don't just stand there, go with the others! Charles' men will be here any minute!"

Even as the master of magnetism threatens and barks his orders- His pathetic pawn, this shell of a man, finds he can't help but look after the corner he saw you turn just a little longer... Toad watches. And he thinks. And at last, he turns, face pinched in bitter contempt.

Maybe... Even a Toad could aspire to something better, he wonders. Better then... This. Anything, would be better than this.

But for now-

"Yes... Master..."

#toad

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Surnames are just as important as given names. So, I compiled a list of the websites I use to find my surnames.

English Surnames

Dutch Surnames

Spanish Surnames

Scottish Surnames

German Surnames

Italian Surnames

Irish Surnames

French Surnames

Scandinavian Surnames

Welsh Surnames

Jewish Surnames

Surnames By Ethnicity

Most Common Surnames in the USA

Most Common Surnames in Great Britan

Most Common Surnames in Asia

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i hate that every time i look for color studies and tips to improve my art and make it more dynamic and interesting all that comes up are rudimentary explanations of the color wheel that explain it to me like im in 1st grade and just now discovering my primary colors

#art

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refseek.com

www.worldcat.org/

link.springer.com

http://bioline.org.br/

repec.org

science.gov

pdfdrive.com

#writing #reference

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THERE IS A PREQUEL, Y’ALL

original tweet

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Comic!Doc Ock romantic hcs

We stay on the grind, ladies and gentlemen.

Comic Ock x artist!fem!reader

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Y’all already know how I play this whole hc game, no romance without plot🫡

You worked at his lab!! You get to choose what it is that you do

You could be a fellow scientist colleague, or even like. A janitor. It’s your choice babygirl

Either way, you made a pretty big impact on Otto’s life during his work

Typically hostile with most of his co workers, he wasn’t close to you at first

In fact, he often ignored you and was brash

(Because he thought you were pretty and he didn’t want a repeat with what happened with Mary Alice and his mother, bless her soul)

But you’re pretty stubborn when it comes to cute boys, regrettably. So you didn’t stop.

Otto, having completed his harness, knew that he couldn’t keep it a secret. He ached for at least one person to know.

That was quite the predicament, however, because he hated everyone he worked with.

Oh hey, waittt….

He thought himself idiotic as he approached your cubicle

He didn’t fully grasp why his chest felt so tight whenever he spoke to you, or why he felt so relieved at your being so excited at the request to come view his project

You were astonished at the final product!! You’d seen it as a work in progress whenever you’d pass by, but seeing his artistic vision come to life was phenomenal

You couldn’t help but marvel at his work, pointing out every little detail and giving him praise for the artistic vision he’d poured his heart into

Otto merely licked his lips and nodded anxiously as you inspected it, catching the glimmers in your eyes as you gazed in bewilderment

Oh, wow,,,,, your eyes,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“Doctor, this is… outstanding. They’re radiation proof, right?”

“…U-Uh, yes.”

“That’s an incredibly intensive field of study. How much time have you devoted into these?”

No malice, no teasing, no mockery…

You were curious. You were interested in what he had to say. You wanted to know what was going on in his head.

Otto approached you and pointed out the finer details, watching nervously as you drew your fingers lightly along the bicarbonate steel plating, doing no more than allowing them to feel the ghost of your fingertips

“Can I see you with the harness on?” You asked, turning to look at him.

“Certainly.”

He stepped onto the pedestal that the actuators were perched upon, allowing it to click shut firmly around his belly

The arms rose to life in a a jerky and jagged mechanic fashion, effectively flooring you

“Doctor, your work never ceases to amaze me.”

“You pay attention?”

“Have been this entire time. Your intellect is unmatched.”

Otto is an egotistical man, yes, but…

Your words made his throat dry up a little

“M-Many thanks.” He’d murmur, his gaze moving to the floor.

It was difficult for you to not gawk at all of the design intricacies of his actuators, but you spared him this once.

The care poured into these arms excited you. It filled you with inspiration to create something equally sensational as the doctor’s actuators.

Of course this wouldn’t last for long

Within the week, there was a reactor meltdown in Octavius’s laboratory

His body was never found, and neither were his actuators

You couldn’t help but take a few days off after that.

You stayed home, sketching your confusing feelings out in an attempt to better understand them

You filled nearly twenty pages of your sketchbook in these few days

And you hated that most of them were of him

It was so weird and you felt it was borderline disrespectful, but you couldn’t help it

You sketched out his actuators on more than one occasion, wishing that all the intricacies didn’t have to be from memory

One night, about a week in from Octavius’s presumed death, it had hit you especially hard

You ran your fingers down your face, fighting the sinking feeling in your heart. Why did it affect you so much?

You had decide that you had to go to work in the morning no matter how you felt, or else you wouldn’t be able to pay rent this month.

You didn’t bother closing your sketchbook or putting your supplies away. You turned off the lamp at your desk and stood up, turning to your bed

At your nightstand stood the tall figure of a large man

Your breath got caught in your throat. Was this a hallucination? A sick game?

He approached you carefully, and in the light of your window, you saw the glimmer of his actuators

He had survived.

“Doctor Octavius?”

“Y/n…”

OK SO NOW WE CAN GET TO THE DATING HCS LOL HAHA GUYS🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

An absolute baller at romance despite his overall inexperience

I’m talking complete sap

Always compliments you every morning and every night and whenever he sees fit (always)

His favorite favorite favorite thing is when you hug him please hug him frequently ohmtgxjbf

Literally he is so large. He is built for hugging.

Not only does he have a belly but he’s also TALL?? HELLO?

Absolutely loves it when you lay in his lap and rest yourself against him

He feels so important around you

In most media, “Doctor Octopus” is used as a negative, demeaning nickname. Especially in the comics among his peers

You, however, didn’t know that

You thought you had come up with it on your own, and began using it as an affectionate nickname; a term of endearment.

Otto never really acknowledged the nickname in the comics negatively, and so to hear you call him that with that little smile on your face while he held you close to him,,,,,,,

oh wow

man

yeah it was over

It was ESPECIALLY over when, after the two of you officially got together, you showed him your drawings of him

You had no idea that Otto was a man interested in the arts

But your work nearly moved him to tears

No one had ever drawn him before. Especially not as well as you had.

“Why did you go into advanced sciences…? Why didn’t you pursue this, my love?”

“W-Well, I… you know…”

You told him about your experience with art, especially in the last week or so

He couldn’t believe that you not only needed to cope with his alleged death, but you did so through art…

He felt honored. He felt respected. He felt more appreciated in your sketches of him than any of his peers in the realm of science had ever made him feel

He wrapped his arms around you and gave the top of your head a long, soft kiss

It was then that Ock realized he’d really fallen in love with you.

PLEASE HELP IM CRYING EVERYWHERE BANGING MY FISTS ON THE GROHND PITCHING A FIT SOBBING

#Otto

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Body

Nsfw (nudity and implied body horror)

#toad

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Let us know your favorite song that reminds you of Lucio! We will gather them all in a playlist and post the link next week ❤️

#lucio

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I learned about the murder of Kitty Genovese in two separate psychology classes, at two separate universities. It was studied as an example of the “bystander effect”, which is a phenomenon that occurs when witnesses do not offer help to a victim when there are other people present.

I was told by my professors that Kitty Genovese was a 28-year-old unmarried woman who was attacked, raped, and brutally murdered on her way home from her shift as manager of a bar. I was told that numerous people witnessed the attack and her cries for help but didn’t do anything because they “assumed someone else would”. Nobody intervened until it was too late. 

What I was not told was that Kitty Genovese was a lesbian who lived more or less openly with her partner in the Upper West Side and managed a gay bar. 

Now… is it likely that people overheard Kitty’s cries for help and ignored them because they thought someone else would deal with it? Or, perhaps, did they ignore her because they knew she was a lesbian and just didn’t care?

Maybe that’s not the case. Maybe it was just a random attack. Maybe her neighbours didn’t know she was gay, or didn’t care.

But it’s a huge chunk of information to leave out about her in a supposedly scientific study of events, since her sexuality made her much more vulnerable to violent crimes than the average person. And it’s a dishonour to her memory.

RIP Kitty Genovese. Society may only remember you for how you died, but I will remember you for who who were.

#books

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ᴛɪᴘꜱ ꜰᴏʀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀꜱ [ꜰʀᴏᴍ ᴀ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇʀ]

don't let your skill in writing deter you. publishers look for the storyline, not always excellent writing. many of the greatest books came from mediocre writers—and also excellent and terrible ones.

keep writing even when it sucks. you don't know how to write this battle scene yet? skip ahead. write [battle scene here] and continue. in the end, you'll still have a book—and you can fill in the blanks later.

find your motivation. whether it's constantly updating That One Friend or posting your progress, motivation is key.

write everything down. everything. you had the perfect plot appear to you in a dream? scribble down everything you can remember as so as you can. I like to keep cue cards on my nightstand just in case.

play with words. titles, sentences, whatever. a lot of it will probably change either way, so this is the perfect opportunity to try out a new turn of phrase—or move along on one you're not quite sure clicks yet.

explain why, don't tell me. if something is the most beautiful thing a character's ever laid eyes on, describe it—don't just say "it's beautiful".

ask for critique. you will always be partial to your writing. getting others to read it will almost always provide feedback to help you write even better.

stick to the book—until they snap. write a character who is disciplined, courteous, and kind. make every interaction to reinforce the reader's view as such. but when they're left alone, when their closest friend betrays them, when the world falls to their feet...make them finally break.

magic. has. limits. there is no "infinite well" for everyone to draw from, nor "infinite spells" that have been discovered. magic has a price. magic has a limit. it takes a toll on the user—otherwise why can't they simply snap their fingers and make everything go their way?

read, read, read. reading is the source of inspiration.

first drafts suck. and that's putting it gently. ignoring all the typos, unfinished sentences, and blatant breaking of each and every grammar rules, there's still a lot of terrible. the point of drafts is to progress and make it better: it's the sketch beneath an oil painting. it's okay to say it's not great—but that won't mean the ideas and inspiration are not there. first drafts suck, and that's how you get better.

write every day. get into the habit—one sentence more, or one hundred pages, both will train you to improve.

more is the key to improvement. more writing, more reading, more feedback, and you can only get better. writing is a skill, not a talent, and it's something that grows with you.

follow the rules but also scrap them completely. as barbossa wisely says in PotC, "the code is more what you'd call 'guidelines' than actual rules". none of this is by the book, as ironic as that may be.

write for yourself. I cannot stress this enough. if what you do is not something you enjoy, it will only get harder. push yourself, but know your limits. know when you need to take a break, and when you need to try again. write for yourself, and you will put out your best work.

#writing

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One Night in Hartswood - Jan 2023!

One Night in Hartswood is a queer medieval romance novel about why making out with a mysterious guy in the woods the night before your wedding (and then running away with him) might not be a very good idea, especially when you’re both lying about who you really are (and he’s the brother of the woman you’re supposed to be marrying.)

Mostly, it's about Raff and Penn.

One Night in Hartswood contains...

🗡️ "Run away with me" (and actually doing it) 🗡️ Identity porn 🗡️ Huddling for warmth 🗡️ Bone-deep yearning 🗡️ Hands-on training 🗡️ Winter road trips 🗡️ Healing from the trauma of your terrible dad

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(Full blurb, more info & CWs under the cut)

Oxfordshire, 1360

William de Foucart - known as Penn - is betrothed to a stranger. When he flees his father’s keep on the eve of his wedding, he’s looking only for a final night of freedom in Hartswood Forest, but what he finds is a mysterious man named Raff… and a desperate kiss beneath the trees. As dawn breaks, and Penn sneaks back, he decides that he will not be forced to bend to his father’s will. He’s going to escape both the keep and the marriage, and this time he won’t return.

Raff Barden, the son of an Earl, has been roped into searching for his reluctant sister’s missing groom. Instead, he stumbles across Penn once more, and assuming he’s a servant running from his cruel master he offers his help - hoping he can give Penn the freedom they both crave.

Unaware of their real identities, they begin to travel north, trying to ignore the attraction that still burns between them. But when they finally give in and grow closer, their continued concealment threatens everything they know and trust in each other. When their secrets are finally revealed, and the consequences of their relationship become clear, both must decide what they will risk for the man they love.

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Content warnings:

Past physical abuse, including in childhood, and the trauma related to that

Severe scars/scarring

Animal death (wild animals, no beloved pets)

Injury/wounding

Rating

Mature/explicit - contains explicit sex scenes

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One Night in Hartswood is being released in hardback, paperback, e-book and audiobook.

It's available for pre-order everywhere books are sold in the UK and from some international retailers (sorry, I don't have a specific list!)

Art by the wonderful @spielzeugkaiser 💖

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I took my little queer romance story about running away into the woods and ran away into the woods with it 💖💜

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