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sunmoon-starfactory · 8 months

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Gone Fishin' 2.0

This set serves as both an streamlining update to the original files, as well as adds in being able to source items from the sea and to make productive farming situations as well.

Changes from Gone Fishin' 1.0

Optimization of textures: most made smaller, many items repositoried.

Food Points Amounts: All fish used to be worth the same amount of food points. Now they are varied depending upon fish size.

All items unlocked in the catalog for purchase if so desired.

Modern Rods included in separate folder - Shares GUIDs with simple rods; Choose One Type

Converter Crates/Fish Stand have been converted to decorative (requested per beta testers) as their functions have been combined to a new station, they share the same GUIDs as the original versions.

Filet knife has been eliminated from the set, as it's function has been put into the new station.

NEW: Cleaning & Packing station; allows packing of fish crates and butchering of fish.

NEW: Traps; Passive allocation of various fresh water or salt water creatures.

NEW: Tidepools: Quick forage spots for various ocean resources

NEW: Farming Tank: Make various fish, sea critters, and even seaweed renewable resources right at home. A glass recolor of BB Niches is included for making glass walled tanks.

Download - SFS

View Use/Instruction Manual

See below the cut for more detail.

This fishing set is intended to allow a sim to catch a variety of fish based on their body skill rather than their badge skill/season/bait type used. Of course all fishers have good days and bad days so they may also pull up some trash, seaweed or some treasure along with the intended catch.

Key Features:

Bait Sources - To fish, one needs bait. Fresh water fish use worms, and salt water creatures prefer small bait fish. These can also be used as Fish Food for farming. If a sim is super desperate, they are worth 1 food point if stocked to the fridge.

Fish Anywhere, Anytime Spots - Comes in fresh water and salt water variations. Works in all seasons, can be used by multiple sims at the same time. All fish are worth a variety of food points based on size and they can be added directly to the fridge or butchered.

Fish Traps - These are passive traps that run every 3 hours (tunable). They must be baited to function and sometimes come up with nothing.

Tidepools - A great place to forage for mollusks, shells, and other small sea critters and salt water foragables.

Farming Tank - Gather the needed materials and creatures to start farming them rather than relying on chance. Fish, mollusks, shrimp, and seaweed can all be grown. Rather than any particular type of fish, sims will received "Farmed Fish". A glass recolor of BB Niches is included for making glass walled tanks. A decorative protective net object can be called onto the Farm Tank.

Cleaning & Packing Station - This all in one station now takes the place of the previous converters and filet knife. All fish except Tuna and Swordfish can be packed into crates, as well as Lobsters, Crabs, and Fish Filets.

When a fish is butchered on this station, it produces Fish Filets that are worth 1 food point a piece. Sims receive as many that a fish raw stocked is worth, plus an additional filet. With certain traits, sims can gain more.

Displays - The Fish Crate Display and Fishing Rod are back, but have been repoed to the Cask Shelf now to save space.

Tools - The fishing rod tool allows for autonomous fishing while the new pole net is required for farming and other actions.

#ts2 #s2cc #sims2 #sims 2 #cc #custom content #mod #sun&moon #crafting station #star factory

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a-dinosaur-a-day · 10 months

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Hello dino person I humbly request your thoughts on the Best Dino Ever (the Therizinosaurus) and perhaps a few Facts or Trivia

I mostly just want to know what you think of them they're my favorite guys in the whole world

Therizinosaurus is so damn weird???

it has an upright posture. Yes, many birds often have an upright posture, but Therizinosaurus is in that point of the dinosaur tree where horizontal is still the norm. Like... what

in having an upright posture, it was able to support a GIANT belly. We're talking H U G E. this was necessary to digest plants, and I mean, it makes sense - this is a dinosaur that evolved from carnivorous ancestors and decided to take a hard turn into herbivory land, they didn't do it eloquently, no extra stomachs or nothin, no body designed to digest plants over millennia, they had to just make the biggest stomach they could and hope that would get the job done in terms of digesting that tough material

pretty much ALL dinosaurs are digitigrade - they walk on their toes! you can see that sooo clearly in modern birds. But Therizinosaurs? They're plantigrade. Like people. They walk on the rest of the foot instead. Why? We have no idea. Just to be different, I guess.

Those claws? The giant ones that were originally thought to be turtle ribs before we realized it was a wholeass dinosaur? Yeah, some scientists did a stress test, and they wouldn't have been very good at combat, or at foraging for food. Those things were DECORATIVE. IE, they were for DISPLAY. For communicating with other Therizinosaurs. THEY WERE JUST FOR SHOW. WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK. like I know, logically, that every dinosaur is just a variation of the peacock, but every time I'm presented with evidence to back it up my brain short circuits

it somehow coexisted with Deinocheirus, which is probably the other top contender for the weirdest dinosaur visually speaking. They were both huge herbivores. Can you imagine living in that ecosystem? Like???

those are my immediate fun facts, but I'm sure other members of palaeoblr have more to say!

#therizinosaurus #dinosaurs #palaeoblr #prehistoric life #sciblr

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coral-nerd · 3 months

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Coral Island Farmer Questionnaire!

I wanna hear y'all Coral Island fans infodump about your Coral Island farmers!! Tag a friend, start your own post, gimme that sweet sweet lore!

How does your farmer feel about:

Farming:

Mining:

Foraging:

Catching:

Fishing:

Ranching:

Combat:

Diving:

Interacting with the Islanders:

Other:

What is their favorite building material?

What is their decor style?

Who's their love interest?

What's their favorite thing to grow?

What's their favorite animal?

Bonus! What do you associate with your farmer in these categories:

Color:

Season:

Metal:

@cheeryconspiracy I'm excited to see what your questionnaire is!!

Putting my own farmer infodumps under the cut for Length purposes XD

Farming:

Morimiya: His second favorite thing in the world! His wife complimented the way he looks while working the land, and he immediately threw out every other activity to tend crops. His main goal is to have 100% FARM on his land.

Maya: It’s cool, she guesses. Tedious, but brings in the cash and that’s the main thing. She likes that she can ignore the plants for the most part.

Clementine: Ideally, she would plant exclusively flowers and let them decorate the farm for the full season. Until then, she’s stuck with the weeds -ahem- crops that will bring in enough money to live her dreams. Mermaid farming will be an entirely different matter!

Mining:

Morimiya: It’s another task to do to keep the farm running. Pretty relaxing, and nice to do in bad weather, but he wouldn’t do it for fun.

Maya: She LOVES it!! She gets to pound away at rocks with a sharp weapon for as long as she wants, and no one will say she has anger issues! Mining is where she feels the most powerful, even if it’s not skill-based. There’s practically no better thing for her to do.

Clementine: She doesn’t like being underground. Or the dark. Honestly the dream is to have enough money to just buy ores instead of going down there. But back when she was freeing the giants, you couldn’t keep Clementine out of the mines! She was determined to free them. Busted down 3 of the mines with a bronze pick-axe, she got so single-mindedly focused.

Foraging:

Morimiya: He really enjoys it! Getting to explore the island in full, talk to locals, enjoy the natural bounty of the earth… what’s not to love! Especially when he can race around with his horse. Morimiya will devote full days to just wandering the island and picking stuff up. He used to enjoy the underwater bounty, but then... the Incident...

Maya: Hate is a strong word, but she really doesn’t enjoy it. Trudging all around, crossing paths with people, ugh. Or even worse, being in the boring underwater world!

Clementine: On land, she totally forgets foraging is an option. Literally never occurs to her that things exist and she can pick them up. But underwater, no one can compete with how much she’ll pick up in a day.

Catching:

Morimiya: As long as it fills up the museum and temple offerings, he’s happy to do it! He did once get himself unconscious catching exclusively soldier beetles, so there are definitely preferred bugs!

Maya: Bug catching is possibly the most thrilling thing she could ever do! The chance to use some real skill, finesse, cunning! She barely pays attention to what she’s getting, since the fun is in managing the catches.

Clementine: She HATES bugs. Absolutely terrified of bugs. Especially wasps and praying mantises. Her net is basically a fly-swatter to her; gets the bugs away. Screw the museum and offerings, nuh-uh she ain’t touching that! Although ironically, her avoiding bugs as much as she can means they stick around longer, since she’s not startling them off.

Fishing:

Morimiya: His favorite thing in the whole world! It’s so relaxing! Any free moment is spent picking a fishing spot for the day and just losing himself to the line and the pattern of the pull.

Maya: Hates it hates it hates it. Literal torture for her! Just sitting there, doing nothing, with a guaranteed bite on the line?? What could be worse! Why does the cruel god keep making her do it! Although, she does get the chance to defeat sharks and keep the trophies of that on her farm… and it makes good money…

Clementine: She feels bad for the poor little fishies- ack ew ew ew slimy cross, dead things EW- But luckily she gets so one-track minded that when she gets focused on money-making she can do it for literally a whole day. But mostly she’s trying not to think of the implications of fishing for merfolk.

Ranching:

Morimiya: He kinda got into it, but in the end all the noise and upkeep got a bit much for him. Besides, he wants to focus on the crops anyway. He did shed a few tears when he eventually got rid of the animals though, and he’ll always be grateful they helped him heal the island.

Maya: She will never ever ever admit this, but ranching is secretly her favorite thing. It may not be much of a power-showcase, but the animals are just so cute… and maybe it’s nice to take care of something other than herself. Plus they bring in SO much money!

Clementine: Animals are loud and messy and smelly, it’s such a pain. But if she wants her flower garden and mermaid themed farm, they’re a good way to earn enough to accomplish that. Ideally she would exclusively raise llamas, because they’re so fluffy!!

Combat:

Morimiya: It breaks his heart when he does it. He did it only to fulfill the offering bundle, and once during his depressed era he went on a rampage to enter the Band of Smiles. He still deeply regrets doing that. As far as he’s concerned, the “monsters” are just fellow creatures of the island, all beings beloved by the goddess, trying to survive just like he is. He seems to have a magical protection from them, so he’s never seen them as a threat.

Maya: She doesn’t feel any particular way about it. If it involved more skill, she’d probably enjoy doing it. As it stands, the monsters are nothing but an obstacle to her goals, and will be removed as such. She does think the Band of Smiles is weird for apparently viewing the monsters as actual threats.

Clementine: If she ever knew there were monsters, she would literally never go to the caverns. She’s already so scared of bugs, you think she could handle giant caterpillars and wasps?? She would 100% throw up at the sight of an ogre with a giant meat stick. So the goddess basically went, you know what? Let’s just skip that offering for now. And magically, Clementine can’t see any monsters!

Diving:

Morimiya: He used to view it about the same as mining, but with the satisfaction of healing the island. Then he got trapped in the merfolk kingdom for half a season and got severe PTSD, so now he’ll only go down there if Absolutely necessary for the farm, or island improvement.

Maya: Underwater is so weird. Land-legs are better. It was great when there was the challenge of clearing up all that trash, but now it’s just. Meh.

Clementine: UNDERWATER IS THE BEST THING EVER!!! Clementine never feels more herself than when she’s completely submerged. She totally cried when she got her tail, and if the merfolk would just talk to her she’d never ever leave. But until then, she’s going to make her farm as much like underwater as she can.

Interacting with the Islanders:

Morimiya: He is genuinely interested in every single person on the island, and wants to know their whole life stories. He'll go out of his way to get people gifts and talk to them, and remembers every birthday.

Maya: Doesn't give a single bother about the townsfolk. They're all so weird, and take up her precious skill-building time. No, she is absolutely Not warming up to them!! She just Happens to occasionally have the perfect birthday gifts, and why wouldn't she give anyone who asks her opinion! Not her fault she has level 8 hearts with half the island...

Clementine: Islanders? Who? What? Anyway, when will the merfolk and underwater creatures finally talk to her-

Special mention

Tokori, all of the above: head empty, no thoughts, vibin' and having a good time. Are they even fully aware of what they’re doing? Who knows, but they’re having fun doing whatever! Everything is beautiful!

Associations:

Color:

Morimiya: Brown

Maya: Purple

Clementine: Pink

Tokori: Green

Season:

Morimiya: Spring

Maya: Fall

Clementine: Winter

Tokori: Summer

Metal:

Morimiya: Gold

Maya: Osmium

Clementine: Silver

Tokori: Bronze

Favorite building material:

Morimiya: Wood

Maya: Stone

Clementine: Scrap

Tokori: Grass (not hay. Just. Grass.)

Favorite thing to grow:

Morimiya: EVERYTHING

Maya: Cacti

Clementine: Pink flowers!

Tokori: The green one

Favorite animal:

Morimiya: Ducks are pretty cool.

Maya: How dare you ask her to pick favorites. ... Goats.

Clementine: Llamas! So fluffy! But peacocks and quail are so beautiful...

Tokori: baby chicks!!! baby cows!!! ...what was the question?

Decor style:

Morimiya: Javanese

Maya: Art-deco

Clementine: Mermaid

Tokori: Cabin

Love interest:

Morimiya: Macy

Maya: Zarah

Clementine: Princess Miranjani

Tokori: Grass

#coral island #maya #morimiya #tokori #farmer #questionnaire

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wolverinesorcery · 1 year

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What is a commonplace book

Commonplace books are a method of compiling knowledge into one place, traditionally by handwriting but more recently with computers/word processors. They’re different from journals in that rather than containing exclusively personal thoughts or feelings, they’re a collection of external writings, informations, or other snippets of things recorded whenever it is encountered + usually organised.

To simplify – a commonplace book contains anything that captured it’s owners attention! Poems, extracts of fiction & non fiction writings, remarks or comments by others, anecdotes, observations, pertinent images, or other things along the same lines are all things that belong in a commonplace book!

Commonplace books have quite the history – their uses range between reading logs, reference books for students, and historically they were required by young women to demonstrate their upbringing.

How do they work

The exact system you use in your commonplace book is entirely up to you and what you will remember to use. Usually information is organised under themed/topic-based headings, but this can be as flexible or stiff as the keeper desires. My personal commonplace book is organised by source material – all of my book extracts & notes are kept together and demarcated by paperclips.

A commonplace book has no requirements in terms of physical format, size, page type, etc. As long as it is something you will be able to keep using happily! There is also no rules around decorating any pages with stickers or washi tape, or any rules around using sticky notes to add information on the go.

A commonplace book can also be as expansive or restricted as possible in terms of subject matter. For example, I keep a specific commonplace book for Babalon & Sekhmet. Nothing else enters this book.

What’s their use in religious practice or witchcraft?

A commonplace book can function as an in-between for a Grimoire (a book of magical knowledge and instruction, usually written by someone else and usually for transmitting knowledge within a specific tradition or branch of religion/witchcraft) & a Witchbook/Book of Shadows (more akin to a magical/religious journal for recordkeeping). They’re also exceptionally useful if you read a lot of metaphysical, occult or spiritual/religious books and want to keep organised notes in a hard copy form!

Commonplace books can be used to record interesting information from other, non-metaphysical but useful sources too, foraging notes and recipes are an obvious choice to keep a record of, along with notes about celestial events from astronomy sources.

In some cases, a commonplace book can also be a devotional activity, or a shrine of sorts. Commonplace books as a devotional activity is easy to parse – collecting and mindfully recording information about an entity, deity, divinity or other spirit is a good means to show care and interest.

A commonplace book as a shrine has a similar function to an e-shrine on tumblr, by collecting things that remind or represent an entity, deity, divinity or other spirit, a notebook can be made into a shrine or sacred object. This can also be a useful way to have a sacred touchpoint with an entity and keep it relatively out of sight, for those who are not open about their practice.

Examples

More reading on Commonplace books

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Commonplace_book - The wiki page for Commonplace books that delves into their general & regional history, along with more variations on memory/infokeeping under See Also

https://notebookofghosts.com/2018/02/25/a-brief-guide-to-keeping-a-commonplace-book/ - A brief history & how-to on commonplace books, along with notable people that kept one.

https://bookriot.com/commonplace-book/ - An informal look at commonplace books, including using a tumblr blog/other digital formats as a commonplace book.

https://medium.com/thrive-global/how-and-why-to-keep-a-commonplace-book-ea80e25b63f1 - Information about commonplace books, alternatives to notebooks, and a small guide.

#witchblr #commonplace books #witchbook #book of shadows #grimoire #there are many uses for notebooks #magical recordkeeping #witchtips #witchcraft #recordkeeping

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mybeingthere · 6 days

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Claire Basler (b 1960, French) has always been inspired by nature ever since she has been a child.

Growing up with a father who besides practising Architecture had a wealth of plant knowledge and the “botanist spirit” as Claire phrased it. With her dropping out to of Art school she was going against the conceptual art movement to stay true to herself and to paint what she loved and was inspired by most: Nature

Depicting complex beauty became what Claire was fascinated most by. Picking and foraging fresh plants she studies them, observes their lifecycle and paints them with their innert sensuality bringing her art to life. It is that vibrancy that pulls the spectator into a glimpse of Claires own nature and sensibility.

As one of the first artists she wanted to push open the door to the public showing her process and sharing her craft at her studio through her now infamous open days and her sense of self has carried through all her work until this very day.

Her depictions of delicate flowers moving gracefully from one end of the frame to the next and brushstrokes imitating the wilderness found in nature itself have become loved by many. Besides painting large murals she uses her sense of space to create fabrics and materials for interiors strongly believing that decoration is not just artificial but enhances the way we work, live and breathe in our environment as she herself breathes through her artwork.

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captaingrebelguf · 4 months

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Yule Tidings

Okey dokey, well I found myself with some time on my hands this weekend unexpectedly. So what else does a few glasses of wine lead to? 🍷

It leads to me slamming out a Christmas story for my ghestie, @copiousloverofcopia. Because she's a delight and she makes my life better. ❤️

🎄 Merry Ghristmas, girlfriend.🎄

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Sister Alessandra and her and Terzo's brood borrowed from Prime Mover Ren and her series, Tied as One Eternally. Please read it. Multiple times. Or read ANYTHING she makes. It'll warm your dark lil soul. 💜

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So. A few weeks back, the night before Luciana was born…

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Terzo’s hands hovered protectively around over his daughter’s as she used a wooden match to light the long, pale candles driven into the oak log.

“Ben fatto, mia figlia. Brava!” Terzo smiled, blowing out the match before kissing Mena’s cheek.

The family’s yule log was now lit and seated in front of a frosted window. The glow of the festive stump and their newly-decorated Yule tree illuminated the Papal suite.

Terzo promised to give his wife a day to herself and he had made good on his word. He woke, fed, and dressed the two kids and whisked them outside on an adventure with Zio ‘Peemo’. They had scavenged the forest to gather foragable materials to decorate an altar. Alessandra tiredly beamed at her family from the couch. Her “quiet” day had consisted of a nap, an overdue date with a few hours of Hulu, and indulging in the many holiday treats Primo was handing off to his dear, exhausted cognata daily. Frank Sinatra droned on in the background. The fireplace crackled and a simmer pot courtesy of Primo was bubbling on the stove; the smell of clove and bergamot wafted through the flat. A plate of frosted cookies remained half eaten on the coffee table.

Primo suggested frosting cookies as a way to entertain the children to give Alé some much-needed alone time. Copia tagged along once he had gotten wind of cookies being mentioned. He and Terzo had been more than happy to help frost their own versions of cookies. Primo helped his brother’s children decorate trees adorned with pentagrams and demon-esque snowmen. Alessandra was less than amused to find the cookies her husband made specifically for her were just well-endowed gingerbread people with very poorly done corpse paint to resemble his own.

Mena jumped up onto the couch and threw her arms around her mom’s neck. Dante yawned as he snuggled closer to his mother; the excitement of the day beginning to wear on the interim youngest Emeritus. Mena sunk down to be at eye level with Alé’s bump.

“Okay, Luci, we have everything decorated for you. So we’re ready for you now!” Mena pleaded with her unborn sibling.

“Sadly, it doesn’t quite work that way,” Alessandra lamented giving her stomach a gentle rub, pulling her oldest daughter in for a hug.

“Well, she’ll be here sooner or later,” Terzo chimed in, pouring himself a refill of the leftover vin brulé he had pilfered from Primo’s quarters. Terzo sipped on his drink before turning back to his family, “Or else she’s going to share a birthday with a certain leper-groping, carpenter hippie.”

“Uh, we’re getting into overtime as it is here,” Alessandra interrupted, “She better be out well before the 25th…”

“I mean, Alé, unless you could try to keep her in until the, eh, 25th? We could use her as an anti-Christ figure against the Church!” Terzo rambled on. Alé shook her head, refusing to participate in her husband’s chaos.

“Luci is not going to be the anti-Christ,” Mena stated matter of factly. Alé’s eyebrows shot up as she turned to look at their oldest.

Terzo paused and raised his eyebrow at his daughter. He hesitated, but he had to know, “What makes you say that, topolina?”

Mena coyly smiled at her father and buried her face into his mother’s side, becoming bashful all of a sudden. Terzo’s expression pulled into a frown as he shook his head at his daughter, muttering to himself, “Stregallina pazza..”

“It’s getting pretty late, little ones,” Alé pointed out, kissing the top of her daughter’s head, motioning to the clock above the fireplace. Alé leaned back and peered over to Dante. The young boy had been watching the candle flames bounce from the adorned yule log, but as soon as he caught his mother’s gaze, he clamped his eyelids shut. Alessandra chuckled and gave him a gentle shake, “Dante, are you already asleep?”

“Yes,” Dante insisted, without opening his eyes as he fought off a smile. He rolled away from his mother as she began to tousle his hair up; he buried his face into the couch cushions.

Terzo smirked as he snatched the pillow up from under his son’s head and gently bopped him in the back with the decorative cushion, “You sleep talk now, too, eh? Piccolo bugiardo.”

Dante giggled as he attempted to protect himself from the leisurely blows Terzo continued to pelt him with as he sipped away at his drink. Terzo finished his drink and set the glass back down on the table as he took the pillow and lovingly squished it against Dante’s face one more time. He clicked his tongue at his offspring, motioning between them both, “You heard your mama. Bed time.”

“I’m not tired,” Mena replied, suppressing a yawn. Dante had quieted down again, breathing softly, still buried beneath the throw pillow.

“Yes, I know. It’s amazing how you’re never tired,” Terzo admitted defeatedly as he shifted his weight to his hip, placing his hands on his waist. He furrowed his brow as he looked at Mena; his daughter maintained unbreaking, pleading eye contact. Terzo couldn’t help but cave. If anyone else said it, he’d beat their ass; but he was without question, a complete pushover for his precious daughter.

“Ay, fine, why not go find the new book Zio Copia got for you and show your fratellino before bed?” Terzo suggested. He heard his wife cough and pat at her throat.

“ahHEM--weak--hhem.”

Terzo snapped his attention to glare daggers at his wife. Alé chewed on her lips to keep from laughing-- hoping to not pee herself. Before he could start his thought, his daughter’s cries interrupted him.

“Yes!” Mena screeched enthusiastically as she leapt up from the couch, jostling Dante awake again, “And then after we read the book maybe we can get a rat for Yule, Papa??”

“No rats!” Terzo exclaimed, wide-eyed, putting his hands up to silence his daughter as she began to ramble to her father at a mile a minute. Damn his fratellino; filling his children’s minds with ratto thoughts.

“Papa!” Mena pleaded, her expression mimicking her father’s pout. Terzo felt his eyelid twitch.

“No. Rats.” Terzo insisted as he pointed towards Mena’s bedroom, “Sbrigati.”

Mena let out a heavy sigh as she marched towards her room, Dante quietly slid off the couch and bobbled after his sister. The two shuffled to the older one’s room where they could talk about maybe having Zio talk to their papa about a new pet.

“Why are you so opposed to this? Didn’t you boys have pets growing up?” Alessandra pried as she dropped her hands behind her in an attempt to relieve some of the pressure from her back. The ache today was no joke and she couldn’t wait to be done with this whole pregnancy.

Terzo huffed as he sunk down into the couch next to his partner, “Well yes, occasionally, the ones we’d find outside… the snakes.. The lizard.. The frogs.. but Primo always made us return them. But I also didn’t find myself with a wife and three children back then. Back then I had time for additional commitments! I refuse to take care of anything else at this time. Do you want to do it? Manage all of us plus a furry stronzo?!”

Alessandra smirked, choosing not to answer her husband. She adjusted herself to rest her head against his chest; Terzo gathered her legs and dropped them over his lap so he could massage her swollen calves. Alessandra moaned a little louder than she had planned as her head lolled back against the couch’s armrest.

“Prometto, when they’re out of my home, they can have as many disease-ridden burdens as they can handle,” Terzo clucked his tongue as he mimed circles around his head, “I have enough disease-ridden, snot burdens as it is.”

She frowned as she held out the back of her palm in an attempt to touch his forehead. Terzo awkwardly strained over for his wife to feel his skin. Most things ended up being a group effort for the past few weeks, “You do feel warm. Maybe you have thee crud.”

“Are you surprised? Alé, I feel like it's every other two weeks one of us is sick because of the two mostriciattoli,” Terzo stared incredulously at his wife as he continued .

Alé rolled her eyes as she let herself sink further into the couch. She winced as she felt the dull cramping in her back again.

“Are you alright, amore?” Terzo questioned. Alessandra let out a sharp breath, holding her side.

“She’s definitely down in the right spot, that’s for sure,” Alé wrinkled her nose, clenching her jaw. Terzo’s mouth formed a tight line as he reached a hand over to place against her firm stomach. He paused for a moment, considering his words before continuing.

“Well after the week you’ve had on your hands and knees begging for my cock, I had hoped that would help get something moving,” his concerned expression turning into a mischievous grin, gently patting her belly.

“Get your hands off me,” Alessandra hissed at him, batting his hands away from her. She attempted to pull her legs away, but Terzo held on, keeping her in place.

“I can bring a lot to the table, dolce,” Terzo purred, capturing her hand. He gently lifted her fingers and brought them to his lips; placing a chaste kiss. He wiggled his eyebrows at her, eliciting a giggle in response.

“Yes, Terzo, believe me, I’m very aware. Sometimes too much,” she laughed motioning with her free hand to her stomach. He smirked before leaning forward to kiss her belly. Alé cupped his cheek and gave him a content smile. Terzo softened his gaze as he locked eyes with her. Alé’s breath hitched as she suddenly felt her husband crush his lips against hers. Alé let out a soft moan as she felt her husband’s hands wriggle down the front of her robe and cup at her enlarged breast. Terzo continued to nip and bite at her neck as he rolled her nipple between his fingers. Alé wanted this so badly, but the kids were too close and knew a book wouldn’t keep them busy long enough.

“Hey!” Alé interjected against her husband’s fervent kisses, she gently placed her palm against his chest to snap him out of this state, “Hey, keep it in your pants, Papa! This one would be hard to play off in front of them.”

Terzo blinked back, trying to change gears wasn’t so easy when his Prime Mover looked like this. He felt slightly light-headed as he sat back against the couch with his cock straining against the confines of his slacks. He willed the blood to continue to circulate to other parts of his body.

“Mi dispiace…” he cleared his throat and let out a long, frustrated sigh, “Alé, when you are like this, something takes over my mind, and I can’t think straight around you.”

“Well, I am flattered, but I’m also exhausted and like you said, you already had a good run this week.”

Terzo sighed, trying to focus on anything other than her breasts, his eyes flitted to the side table momentarily before changing his tone, “You know… I was only trying to add on a second early yule gift for my bellissima Prime Mover.”

Alé glowered at him. The emotional whiplash this man gave her sometimes made her question if it was worth it, “Second gift what!? Terzo, we said no gifts for each other this year. PERIOD.”

“It’s not a gift, per se!” Terzo argued, backsliding.

“Listen to me, I have very little patience right now for you. You bring me cookies with massive, very graphic dicks on them. You massage my legs to just cop a feel--”

“I most certai--”

“Ah!” Alessandra cut him off and continued, “You beat our son!”

Terzo broke out into a shit-eating grin and laughed boisterously, “Please, like you wouldn’t smack the shit out of that little cattivello with a pillow if you had the chance!”

Alé’s serious face broke and she giggled, giving her husband a gentle shove, “You know what Primo told me? Dante pulls the same shit you and Secondo put that poor man through! So this IS actually all your fault that he’s like this. This is just generational karma!”

“That chiacchierone is nothing but a gossip! Stop talking about me behind my back with my fratello!” Terzo scoffed, waving his wife off, still chuckling to himself.

“You know I only agreed to marry you because it would get me closer to Primo,” Alé teased, scratching her nails down Terzo’s arm, Terzo rolling his eyes at her comment. The two lovers sat in comfortable silence taking in the disarray of their festively decorated home. This many years later, neither of them could still fathom this is where their path would take them.

“Eh, so, I did get you… a something,” Terzo finally admitted, fiddling around with his golden wedding ring, avoiding his wife’s accusatory gaze. Alé softly, but deliberately, punched him square in the shoulder.

“God. Damn. You,” Alessandra’s stare could have turned her husband into a Medusa-esque statue, “And I mean that, Terzo! We said no gifts! You make me look bad because I am capable of following rules!”

Terzo winked at her, rubbing his shoulder, as he leaned back behind the couch, snagging a small black box from the side table she hadn’t noticed before. He held the gift out to her; it was adorned with a dried orange and a cinnamon stick

“You bastard,” she grumbled, crossing her arms. Terzo placed the small box on top of her stomach. Alessandra huffed, jiggling the box.

“Consider our daughter in there your gift to me,” Terzo added, giving her leg a gentle squeeze.

“Oh you’re damn right she is!” Alé interjected as she felt their unborn child wedge her foot into her ribcage. The more she thought about it, the less bad she felt. Terzo wasn’t the one who was going to have to push another one of his big-headed children out from his crotch in the upcoming days. This was the least he could do for her. She lifted the giftbox and removed the ribbon fastening on the lid. Alessandra lifted the lid to reveal a delicate, gold, three moon pendant with a sizeable amethyst affixed to it. Her jaw dropped as she gaped at the necklace.

“Jesus Christ.”

“He had nothing to do with this one either, my love,” Terzo chuckled. He brushed a strand of Alé’s beautiful hair out of her face and tucked it behind her ear. Alessandra stared at the jewelry, feeling every emotion all at once. Terzo continued, “I felt this was only fitting. Something nice for the woman who is graciously making me a father for the third time. Grazie, mia dea oscura. Grazie di tutto.”

“Oh Terzo,” Alé sniffed, “This is too much…”

“It is just barely the start, amore,” Terzo hummed, “After all you’ve done for me; with me. You deserve the world, vita mia. Thank you doesn’t seem to cut it.”

Alessandra chuckled as she handed her husband the jewelry to safely place on the table next to his crude gingerbread persons, “Alright, help me up. I’m going to start a bath, you get the kids into bed, then meet me back at the tub. I think you’ve earned one more round to really get something moving here.”

Terzo stared wide-eyed at his wife, in complete disbelief his plan had worked, “Ave Satanas.”

“Come on, cowboy,” Alé rubbed her hand against the length of his hardening cock, she leaned over to him as she pointed a stern finger in his face, as she mocked, “Sbrigati, eh?”

Terzo sucked his teeth, ignoring the piss poor imitation of himself his wife had just pulled on him, as he quickly sprung to his feet to assist Alé. As he helped her up, he pulled her straight into his embrace. He began planting small kisses over her face and neck, “Grazie mille. You will not regret this, Sorella!”

“Last chance, though, mister,” Alé warned him as she pulled away from his arms. Terzo hurriedly began snuffing out candles and grabbing dishes to leave in the kitchenette for later. She winked at him as she waddled down to their bathroom to go make good on her proposition.

Translations:

Ben fatto, mia figlia -- Well done, my girl

Stregallina pazza -- Crazy little witch

Piccolo bugiardo -- Little liar

Sbrigati -- Hurry up

Mostriciattoli -- Little monsters

Cattivello -- trouble-maker

Chiacchierone -- Chatterbox

Grazie, mia dea oscura -- Thank you, my dark goddess

Grazie di tutto -- Thank you for everything

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Tips for Lichen Foraging

If you enjoy using lichens for dying, crafting, decoration, perfumes, etc., or you think you want to start, here are my tips for going out there and collecting these funky little friends in a safe manner.

1. ALWAYS harvest ethically! This means collecting lichens that are not longer in situations where they can thrive (detached from their substrate, in roadways/walkways, are likely to be destroyed, etc.), only collection lichens that are abundant and thriving, and leaving 9/10 of the lichens in any given area undisturbed.

2. Location: I find urban locations to be ideal for harvesting due to the large amount of material that can be scavenged from debris piles, roadways, walkways, woodpiles, and other areas that are not ideal for lichen growth, and places where the lichen and/or its substrate are going to be destroyed/thrown away. I often scavenge around areas where trees are being trimmed back/removed ,but do this safely, legally (without trespassing) and if possible, with consent to do so. I happen to live right by a few parks subject to regular tree trimming, as well as a commercial conifer wood that is regularly logged. But honestly, the best locations I have found? Parking lots. Yep, those trees in the grassy median of parking lots drop a lot of lichen, and the smooth roadway surface and gutters make the lichens there really easy to see.

3. Season: Winter is the best time of year to look for lichens! There is less foliage to pick through, and the bright color of the lichens stands out better against snow/dead leaves.

4. Identification: Make sure you can identify every species you collect en masse. There are lots of species that are abundant in urban areas that are easy to identify, and I recommend you start with those. Also, look online for local field guides for lichens in your region--you'll be amazed what you can find! And if you need help with identification, you can post pictures to sites like iNaturalist and GBIF and Mushroomobserver, where the community can help with ID.

5. Check for critters! Many lichens and their substrates harbor invertebrates, so try to disturb as little as possible when foraging, and leave behind as much dirt/rock/branches/bark/moss/etc. as you can. When I get my lichens home, I "process" them as soon as possible, checking them for bugs and removing other biological material so that I can return them to the outside right away. Better for you, and better for the environment.

6. Lichen foraging is a hobby, not a business. Lichens are slow growing, sensitive, and in peril in many regions. Relying on lichens for a business can often lead to overexploitation. So have fun, be safe, and treat lichens and the natural world with respect and kindness.

I am sure I am forgetting something, but I am happy to try and answer any questions anyone might have about lichen foraging/harvesting. For more tips on ethical and safe harvesting, I recommend Lichen Dyes: The New Source Book by Karen Diadick Casselman, which is where most of these tips came from.

#lichen #lichens #foraging #forager #urban foraging #natural dying #dyes #the cat's name is Aldi #he is bad at lichen foraging #but a very good boy otherwise

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bakuliwrites · 2 years

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Intimate, Part 4- Muriel x F!Reader

Rating: 18+ (minors DNI)

Fandom: The Arcana

Relationships: Muriel x Female Reader

Summary: Reading with Muriel takes an unexpected turn.

Author’s Notes: Hey all! This is a six part series, one story for each of the M6. Just a selection of sensual moments with the M6. I have the whole fic up on my AO3, but I figured I’d post it here, too :). Here, you can find Julian, Asra, Nadia, Portia, and Lucio. Enjoy!

Gentle rain pitter-patters against the windows of Muriel’s hut, a quiet lullaby in this gray, dismal day. You had been hoping to run to the market this afternoon, but by the looks of it, a storm is brewing. Dark clouds hover on the horizon, creeping closer and closer to Vesuvia as the day goes on. It would be a perfect day to tidy up the house; but, with all this humidity and the sudden change in weather, you can feel a migraine coming on, a dull pain piercing a spot just behind your eye.

So much for doing chores, you lament to yourself, putting on the kettle. Its sharp whistle only makes your headache worse, but you’re hoping the chamomile-ginger tea blend Asra gifted you will help relieve some of your pain. Down for the count, you snuggle up on one of the window seats, setting your steaming hot tea beside you and unearthing an easy-read from the stack of books by your bedside. Its pink, faux-leather cover is decorated with swirling gilded vines and its pages are crinkly from how many times you’ve leafed through it. It’s your guilty pleasure book: a romance novel you’d purchased for yourself in secret from a little book stand at a Heartsong Festival a few years ago. It looks innocent enough upon first glance, but its pages contain a tale steamy enough to make it not suitable for reading in public. One glance over your shoulder and anyone trying to snoop on your material would surely blush a thousand shades of red.

As you settle in for your light reading, a crack of thunder above signals the imminent downpour. Your eyes scan the surrounding forest, searching for the hulking figure of your beloved Muriel. He’d gone out to feed the chickens and do a forage around the woods, but that had been a while ago. Worry starts to creep into your mind, only exacerbating your oncoming headache. But just as you’re about to get up to take a peek outside, the front door bursts open and in comes Muriel, soaking wet. Rain drips off his clothing, puddling at his feet, and his dark hair hangs limply in front of his eyes.

“Welcome back,” you greet with a weak smile, relieved that he’s finally home. You start to rise, but are felled by a sharp, radiating pain. The room starts to spin as you fall back onto the window seat. The next thing you know, Muriel is at your side, gently cupping your face in his chilly hands. His smell is calming: petrichor, pine, and amber.

“Are you alright?” his low voice rumbles, thumbs smoothing over your cheeks. You pass him another wan smile, trying to focus on him, but finding it difficult to keep your eyes open. The small amount of light from the fireplace feels suddenly piercingly bright and the rain pounds against your ear drums.

“Headache,” you manage to mutter, turning ever so slightly just to give one of Muriel’s palms a featherlight kiss.

“Let me dry off,” Muriel starts, pressing his soft lips to your forehead, “And then I’ll come take care of you. Stay there.”

Silently, he lumbers off, leaving you to doze restlessly. You pull a blanket up around your head, hoping to drown out the light in the hut and the cacophony outside. After a few minutes of trying to lay perfectly still, you hear Muriel’s husky voice asking if you need anything. You pull yourself out of your blanket cocoon and stare groggily up at him. He’s wearing a pair of flannel-patterned pajama pants you bought him, and no shirt. The thin, emerald green fabric frames his strong legs and the waistband sits just at his hips, revealing the cut of his Adonis belt. You feel heat climbing the length of your body as your weary eyes rove his muscular form, dragging slowly over his abdomen. His lips are set in a small frown, forehead crinkled with worry. He looks adorable, you think to yourself with a smile.

“Tea? Food? What can I get you?” he offers, thick brows furrowed with concern. You shake your head, motioning for him to come join you on the window seat. He obliges, gently lifting you so he can scooch in behind you. Once he’s situated, you settle back against him, his heartbeat thrumming rhythmically in your ear. His breath is even, tranquil, lulling you to sleep. Muriel presses a firm kiss to the top of your head and wordlessly pulls you into an embrace, his arms enveloping you in his warmth. You feel so small and protected, comforted and safe.

“Were you trying to read?” Muriel inquires after a moment, green eyes falling on the ratty old novel sitting on your lap.

“Yeah, but the words just keep swimming around the page,” you chuckle ruefully.

“I could- read it to you,” Muriel suggests shyly, reaching towards the book.

“Oh, you don’t have to do that, love,” you sputter, turning a bright red. But he’s already leafing through the pages, finding the spot where you left your bookmark. He holds the pages open with one hand, scanning to find a suitable starting place.

“Is this where you were?” he asks, holding the book down in front of your face so you can see the paragraph he’s talking about. You nod, mortified, hoping Muriel will see the next page and stop before he gets to it. But he doesn’t seem to notice, quietly clearing his voice and sounding out the first sentence.

“Sarika sits at the riverbank, pale blue dress pooling out around her, its sequins shimmering in the golden sun above, ” Muriel begins, “Out of the corner of her eye, she notices a figure approaching. Their strong, steady gait is enough for her to identify them as Bryn. As he approaches, she busies herself with inspecting a shimmering stone, not wanting him to see how secretly excited she is for him to be joining her that afternoon.”

Muriel reads on, his deep voice rumbling through his chest, sending delightful shivers up your spine. His voice is a comfort, a reprieve from the chaos in your mind and the tempest beyond the windows. For a little bit, you forget what it is that he’s reading to you and start to doze, soothed by Muriel’s soft-spoken words.

And then all of a sudden, you hear Muriel’s voice hitch in his throat as he reads, “Bryn’s elegant fingers find their way to Sarika’s buttons, slowly undoing the back of her dress. His hands make quick work of removing her clothing, casting it aside as if the very fabric is an offense, hiding her body from him. ”

Muriel pauses and you can feel his heart rate spike, beating frantically against your ear. You wait with bated breath, wondering if Muriel is going to set the book down and forget about it, or keep going. Glancing up at him, you see his cheeks have turned a pale pink and his eyes are shimmering with something unspoken and desirous. He catches your gaze for a brief moment, blushing even deeper before surprisingly returning to the paragraph he was on. As Muriel reads on, you can feel your own body growing warm. The proximity of your beloved, his husky voice rumbling through his chest, the way his sinewy arm has you pulled close to him, his fingers so casually holding open the pages, Muriel’s very scent: it’s all becoming too much, especially combined with the sensual words he speaks.

“Bryn presses his soft lips to her folds, honoring her sensitive nub before gently flicking it with his tongue, ” Muriel’s low voice reads aloud. Your cheek feels so hot against his chest. You can feel his uneven, shallow breaths, Muriel’s lungs desperately trying to intake even the smallest amount of air. Against the small of your back, you can feel the bulge in his pants, the thin fabric of the flannel doing little to conceal it. You shift, accidentally brushing against it and eliciting a soft gasp from your beloved.

“I’m so sorry,” he stammers, cheeks red with mortification. He practically throws the book down in his embarrassment, but you stay his hand when he moves to try to get up. You shift to look back at him, his hand trembling in yours.

“I’ve heard,” you start, voice barely above a whisper, unable to tear your eyes away from his, “I’ve heard that certain activities are supposed to help with a headache. If that’s something you want to do?”

You can sense his desire, feel his need like an electric pulse hanging in the air. A breathless silence passes, your faces just inches from one another, eyes hidden underneath hooded lashes. And then Muriel’s hand tenderly cups your cheek as he draws you in, laying his lips along yours, stealing your breath away. His mouth is warm as it works passionately, tongue testing your parted lips, asking gentle permission to enter. You permit it, feeling his warmth fill you, your breaths now shared. His nose presses into your cheek and his strong fingers tangle themselves in your hair. You can feel the ripple of his muscles as your palms skim his chest, nails lightly dragging along his pecs and down towards the hem of his pants.

“Let me,” he breathes, carefully turning you around so your back is against his chest.

“But what about-” you start to protest, but Muriel’s soft lips hush you.

“I want to,” he states, breath fanning across your lips, “If you’re okay with that.”

“Yes,” you murmur, struggling not to close the distance between you once again. You settle back in against his chest, allowing Muriel to slowly undo the buttons of your linen dress. Rather conveniently, it opens in the front. Cool air hits your skin as Muriel exposes your breasts and stomach. Goosebumps prickle along your skin, a sensation that is swiftly rectified when your beloved's large, warm hands smooth along your curves. His rough callouses tickle as he roves, but the sensation is positively delightful. All the while, Muriel peppers your neck with kisses, pulling soft moans and breathy sighs from your lips.

One of his hands finds its way to your breast, cupping and kneading your supple flesh, while the other drags along your panty-line. He takes his time in worshiping your body, making sure to honor every piece of you.

“Is this alright?” he asks, starting to slip his hand down into your lace underwear. You manage to whisper a quiet, “Yes,” losing yourself entirely to Muriel’s blissful attention. His hand delves into your panties, two of his fingers parting your already soaked folds. He teasingly drags one along the center, stroking from your entrance to your clit, wetting his finger in preparation to pleasure you. You suck in a breath through gritted teeth, shivering with anticipation. Muriel begins to slowly circle your clit with his finger, while the thumb of his other hand works at swirling around the hardened bud of your nipple. The sensation is euphoric, his touch masterful. You roll your hips, grinding back against Muriel’s. He grunts quietly and you can feel his arousal growing.

“You’re so wonderful to me, my darling,” your hushed voice sounds, mind foggy with pleasure. Your hand finds its way to Muriel’s hand at your breast, intertwining your fingers with his, jointly kneading. Muriel takes this as a sign to pick up the pace, circling your clit even faster. He seems to silently delight in the tiny keens and needy moans he draws from you, smiling against you with each contented hum. You can hardly help the rocking of your hips against his and find that he starts to grind against you, desperate for the friction.

“Ah, I need you, Muriel,” you breathe, gripping his hand even tighter. Spurred on by your impassioned pleas, Muriel ensnares your lips in his as his fingers dip into your entrance. You bite down hard on his lip as he enters, one hand reaching up to tangle in his onyx hair. He groans into you, giving you a moment to adjust to his two digits inside you before he starts to pump in and out. With each thrust, he hits deeper and deeper. Your combined body heat is overwhelming and the salacious sounds of your united ecstasy drowns out the dismal storm outside. Your pounding headache is a memory of the past, a past that feels suddenly distant and unimportant. All that exists now is Muriel’s loving caress, the way his lips fit perfectly against yours, and the feeling of his fingers buried within you.

You can’t take it much longer. Swiftly, you withdraw Muriel’s hand from you and swivel around, hardly breaking contact with his lips. He doesn’t need any instruction from you, stripping down his pants just enough to free his hardened cock. He slips into you with ease, though his girth certainly requires you to take another moment to adjust. Before you know it, you’re bouncing up and down on his lap, his tip hitting a spot inside you that seems to spark like fire. Your kisses are desperate and sloppy, yet there’s a tenderness conveyed from your beloved unlike anything you’ve ever felt.

As you ride Muriel, he guides you gently, making sure you’re not overworking yourself. He grinds his hips in tandem and soon enough, you feel him quivering inside you. A flame, not unlike the one in the hearth, bursts within you, building and building until it can’t build anymore. You grasp at Muriel, clinging tight to him as you feel him release inside you, warm and blissful. Your walls quake with your release and finally, you come undone as Muriel whispers your name, a loving invocation. You grip him tight, as if willing your forms to merge completely. You feel so protected in his arms. Though his embrace could be crushing, he is so very careful with you, conscious of his own strength.

You settle, enveloped in Muriel’s calming aura, the soft warmth of his love washing over you. He holds you close, presses his forehead to yours and lays kiss after featherlight kiss upon your lips.

“Better?” he mutters after a moment, eyes twinkling in the amber light of the fire.

“Much,” you return, beaming as you throw your arms around his shoulders and cuddle close.

#the arcana #muriel of the kokhuri #muriel x reader #muriel x apprentice #muriel x mc #female apprentice #female reader #spicy #very spicy #lemon #ao3 #my fanfiction #sweet Muriel #he would be such a calming and wonderful presence #dani writes

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therese-lokidottir · 4 months

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Jotunheim worldbuilding headcanons

Jotunheim, the land of giants, is home to various kinds of giants, each with its unique abilities and characteristics. The Frost Giants, dwell in the Arctic regions of Jotunheim and possess mastery over the ice and snow. The Forest Giants, on the other hand, have a profound connection with nature and possess the ability to communicate with plants and animals. The Land Giants, known for their gentle nature, have an inherent sense of direction and possess vast knowledge of their surroundings. They reside in the expansive plains of Jotunheim. The Mountain Giants, the physically strongest of the Jotun kind, make their homes in the mountains, inhabit the mountains, and often share borders with the Forest and Land Giants. Lastly, the Storm Giants, the most nomadic of the giants, can control the winds and change their size. As they grow larger, their bodies become more ethereal. While some Storm giants have settled in the mountains, most of them wander the lands of Jotunheim.

Jotunheim largely is a wintery world but is nevertheless home to a diverse range of flora and fauna. The inhabitants of Jotunheim, the giants, are skilled in working with a variety of fabrics and materials. They make abundant use of leather and fur, but they also possess knowledge of silk, cotton, and flax fabrics. Frost giants primarily use and produce furs and thick silks, while forest giants specialize in creating different types of linen. Land giants are known for producing leather and cotton, while mountain giants are skilled in finding and working with different types of metals and gems. Finally, storm giants are renowned for their ability to create vibrant dyes and pigments.

Jotun fabric is renowned for its exquisitely intricate embroidery. Each of their fabrics is a reflection of the natural world that surrounds them, drawing inspiration from every journey they undertake. Their designs are inspired by the delicate shapes of snowflakes and ice, the intricate patterns of leaves, flowers, and vines, and the stunning formations of rocks and crystals. Jotun's attention to detail and dedication to creating unique and captivating designs make their fabrics a true work of art.

Frost and Storm giant females are known for adorning their hair with shiny embellishments, such as gold or other sparkling accessories. On the other hand, forest giant women and girls are often seen using flowers as hair decorations. Land Giants tend to keep their hair up in fancy braids.

Among the diverse cultures inhabiting the planet Jotunheim, only the Land and Forest giants have a significant history of plant cultivation. While the Land giants have been successful in establishing large-scale farms, the Mountain giants, who share some of their territories with the Land giants, have limited agricultural practices. Forest giants have some history with farming however their agriculture has been mostly used to develop herbal and medicinal results. In contrast, the Frost Giants have a minimalistic approach to agriculture, and their cultivation is mainly limited to root vegetables. They rely more on foraging for their sustenance, though trading is also prevalent. As for the Storm Giants, who are primarily nomadic, they do not engage in agriculture, but they possess excellent skills in foraging. Their expertise in finding and collecting plants has enabled other communities to further develop their agricultural practices.

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#jotunheim #frost giants #headcanon #norse mythology #the nine realms #jotunn #asgard #thor marvel

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daily-coral-reblogging · 3 months

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I completed @coral-nerd's farmer questionnaire. Farmer OC info dumps below the cut.

Emily (she/her)

How does your farmer feel about:

Farming: Farming is very therapeutic once she gets comfortable with it. At first she’s afraid her depression will cause her to lapse in care for the crops and for them to die as a result. This is not completely inaccurate as especially bad depression slumps can make her lapse on care. However it does become pretty routine for her and she doesn’t suffer too many casualties. Once she’s able to get her hands on some sprinklers she feels much more comfortable keeping up with the non-daily tasks like weeding and treating for disease.

Mining: Emily loves Mining. She finds a lot of comfort in the caves. She had always struggled with staying fit and has found mining to be the best work-out routine she’s ever had. While nothing else ever seemed to stick, the breaking down and hauling of materials from the mine makes her muscles burn and her clothes become soaked with sweat but she ends up almost always having fun the entire time she does it. Emily enjoys the mines as a napping location and spends a lot of time there especially when her social battery is on low.

Foraging: This is the task that gets Emily moving around the island more than anything else. She goes foraging around once a week and finds the quiet and travel relaxing.

Catching: Emily does not enjoy bug catching. While she doesn’t necessarily find bugs gross she really doesn’t like running around all day and finds it rather unnecessary. Being able to complete the museum collection is about all that gets her motivated to attempt it at all. She finds it frustrating when bugs frequently get away from her.

Fishing: This is one of Emily’s favorite activities, especially when she can post up under the shade of a tree. The trance-like nature of fishing is something that helps her recover some spoons and getting to cook up a fresh dinner out of it is always something she’s happy to do.

Ranching: Emily falls in love with ranching. Taking care of her animals gets her out of bed and feeling good about life more than anything else. She takes the details of her animal care very seriously holding their welfare, diet, and health above her own. She has a special interest in genetics and starts breeding projects on her farm.

Combat: Emily feels uncomfortable with the idea at first but it gives her an absolute rush. After the first time she’s hooked. Being engaged with something that so immediately demands her attention can break her out of what otherwise could be slumps or spirals. She’s also pretty darn good at it as well. She’s very happily a member of the Band of Smiles. Taking on missions to deal with the monster populations and protect others gives her a sense of purpose.

Diving: Emily refuses to dive. She went ahead and tried it once and nearly came out with a panic attack. The weight of the water pushing in on her, the extra effort to breathe against that pressure made her feel like the whole ocean was threatening to destroy her. She will go ahead and stay on the beach.

Interacting with the Islanders: Emily does crave community, bonds, and togetherness but does not enjoy meeting new people. Luckily Alice and Suki are some more familiar faces. She honestly avoids most social interaction but she made a promise to herself on not isolating and making an effort via delivering every single resident flowers for their birthday. She is terribly awkward at this and definitely still isolates. Overtime some of the townies are able to get closer to her.

Other:

What is their decor style? Emily has never been able to get motivated when it comes to decorating, her home matches herself by being somewhat depressing. This is definitely something she needs a positive influence on her life for.

Who's their love interest? TBD

What's their favorite thing to grow? She likes to grow things that she herself will eat most. Not every crop out there suits her tastes and the victory of growing them feels less tangible when she doesn’t get to experience some of the end product in a meal.

What's their favorite animal? Her favorite livestock animal is cows.

Bonus! What do you associate with your farmer in these categories:

Color: Orange

Season: Fall

Metal: Gold

Indy (they/he)

How does your farmer feel about:

Farming: Indy moved to Coral Island chiefly for the intent of growing, and selling, marijuana. At first they are reluctant on the whole vegetable gardening part of things but that does definitely help them prepare the soil and earn some money to start with. They do enjoy tending plants though and quickly get over any misgivings about not moving to Coral Island to grow food. Even when they are able to start cultivating their intended crop they continue growing rotating crops for the soil health, for the fresh food, and to keep supplying Sam.

Mining: Indy feels relatively indifferent to mining. The work doesn’t really bother them but they do enjoy getting to discover new things from the geodes found mining.

Foraging: Indy enjoys foraging a lot. They prefer it to farming and being in nature is something he values a lot.

Catching: Indy keeps their net on them at all times. They enjoy watching insects and springing after them. Indy however is very eco-concious and only begins catching regularly after consulting Eleanor on if any populations need to be protected and if any need managing and removal. They enjoy cooking with insects and raising crickets for cooking becomes a staple for them.

Fishing: Indy must be in a particular mood to enjoy fishing. Typically fishing feels much too boring and they end up struggling with under-stimulation. When they are feeling chill and wanting to relax in the sand though it’s nice to do it on the side. In most scenarios they prefer relaxing in the forest though.

Ranching: Indy enjoys ranching but gets into it mostly as a way to supplement his growing. To further offset their ecological impact of operations their main motive is actually obtaining manure on the farm so they can make a fairly closed loop system and don’t have to import fertilizer nearly so much.

Combat: Indy profusely refuses to participate in combat. They will bring a dagger into the mines since there’s insistence they must have some form of weapon but they very seldom use it. If for whatever reason they need monster parts they buy off of Mark or Kira instead. They do still need access to deeper levels of the mine though so they make slow progress and habituate the monsters to their presence instead. They are uncomfortable with the idea of coming into their home and not treating them with respect. They understand the need for culls to happen though but they leave that to those who want to fight.

Diving: Indy takes diving as one of their most important tasks. Being able to heal nature in such a visible way is something they wouldn’t trade for the world. They honestly let the whole farming thing fall to the wayside when given a task like this.

Interacting with the Islanders: Indy, like everyone, needs some time to themself and time with others. Indy is fairly outgoing in whatever interactions they find themself in but don’t do a lot of intentional connection making. Prone to periods of frequently being seen in social hotspots and periods of not being seen at all.

Other:

What is their decor style? Indy can be inconsistent with it. Different decor items seem to be from different themes. Sometimes they decide to decorate with a specific vision but usually it’s just a mishmash of anything they like with comfy places to sit or tuck away being a must.

Who's their love interest? TBD

What's their favorite thing to grow? Their specialty is marijuana.

What's their favorite animal? They like chickens the most.

Bonus! What do you associate with your farmer in these categories:

Color: Green

Season: Summer

Metal: Bronze

#coral island: oc #oc: emily #oc: indy #coral island #coral-nerd #this was fun to fill out #drug mention #depression mention #not a reblog

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Hi! This is v silly and feel free to like... ignore it but. How would the skelebros react to a monster reader? Specifically an elephant monster. I love elephants n my oc is one :,)

okie my surprise month-long hiatus is over and I get to start with one of the cutest ideas ever!! genuinely love this mousy. You can stay on anon but would you consider showing me your oc??? I don't even need to post the ask or anything, they just sound v cute. anywho since you didn't specify who I'm gonna just go down my list and write until I run out of ideas lmao.

| UT/UF/US Skelebros x gn!elephant monster reader || platonic/non-specified || fluff |

Sans

He thinks you are so so amazing

Elephant puns of course, but I don't need to tell you that.

You are bigger than him naturally and he finds it kinda funny. You have never heard more "How's the weather up there?" jokes in your life.

He also loves naptime with you. Just laying on or next to you and doing nothing. Very chill and relaxing.

He will make you carry all his stuff for him btw. Elephants have incredible strength and Sansy-boy will exploit that.

Shopping? You're carrying all his bags.

Comedy routine? You're carrying all the equipment of course.

Bookstore runs? Science junk? You guessed it.

Papyrus

Let me hear you say "Workout Buddies"!!!

Y'all will suplex random objects for the fun of it.

Elephants aren't really known for their stamina or running abilities, so you probably aren't jog buddies.

Pick him up if you can he loves it.

I am an average hight (5'7" - 5'10") Papyrus truther so if you are taller than him, he loves that as well.

My crafty Papy once again makes a return. He lovesss to make little friendship bracelets and stuff for you. If you have tusks, he likes to make especially big versions to make the decorations more obvious.

Body paint too!! He really enjoys when you two have your more relaxed hang-outs where you just throw on some MTT and chill. You sit on the floor and do your own thing while Papyrus paints your ears, trunk, or back.

Red

Another bitch that will shamelessly mooch. "oh woe is me, I can't reach. :(((((" and it's just the top shelf of the cabinet.

You get hearing jokes. So many. I hope you aren't insecure or something about your ears bc Red has a lot of material. If you are he obviously will stop. but god help you otherwise.

He really likes walking around local parks and public gardens, so you and your superior reach are quite welcome.

He's surprisingly good at making flower crowns and Trust that you will be decked out during the Spring.

He will also carve a little wooden figure of an actual elephant for you for your birthday. he has a matching one that he keeps on his vanity.

Edge

Intimidated by you, but that isn't necessarily a bad thing.

I hope you know the basics of puzzles and trap-making because Edge will be enlisting your help. If not he's more than happy to teach!

I see Edge as someone that likes to do jewelry-making (like charm bracelets and the like), so you will defiantly be getting cute items that look amazing on you.

Great grasp of color theory when it comes to clothes and skin color/tone btw. He loves to go shopping with you and will make a whole day of it. You now have a personal stylist congrats.

Workout buddies of course. Though you will be doing more cardio than you might have initially signed up for.

Blue

Swim buddies!!! Blue has a pool membership and beach access, y'all will be in the water on the regular.

Where Papyrus does friendship bracelets, Blue makes Kandi! He makes you a lot of fun matching pieces all the time.

Loves going on hikes with you. He will info-dump about all the edible, inedible, and deadly plants found on the local trails. Y’all will also be foraging the whole time.

He tries not to make you haul stuff for him but please offer anyway, he's gonna trip.

If you have piercings, Blue loves to shop around for stuff that will complement you. And there's a lot of room on an elephant's ear!! He has space to be creative!

Stretch

Photos photos photos!

You are his favorite model for sure. Stetch's usual photography subjects are small animals or landscapes, but he's learned portraiture just for you!

He loves naptime with you more than Sans btw. You two can be hanging out watching a show when all of a sudden you have a weight pressing against your arm. He's just comfortable around you! so please don't move him.

For any situation that might call for it, he lovesss getting on your shoulders. It also means he can be even more obnoxious about his own tall ass + yours. Blue hates y'all (he doesn't).

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