#dot - kelpie

[ride-a-dromedary]

Wyll taking Halsin to the Wilden Oak after observing how much he was struggling to adapt to the City, thinking it would cheer him up *and* be special enough that maybe he can work up the nerve to ask him something important. Telling him about how he used to daydream about the stories it could tell him, and how it brought him comfort - how it may bring him comfort as well. And maybe he thinks he's talking too much, too fast, but it all pours out of him with heart-aching sincerity.

Halsin listening thoughtfully to Wyll's fanciful dreams of dragons and the Weave, and chuckling fondly at how eager he is; how whimsical he makes everything sound. Bubbling over with how happy it makes him to hear Wyll so beautifully matching the splendor of this tree with such fanciful tales, admiring it for what it is.

Wyll's face heating up, thinking he must be laughing at his stories, and ah, hells, he's gone and fumbled this, of course an Archdruid would think fairytales of trees to be foolish and childish. Mumbling it must sound silly to him.

Halsin frowning then, brought out of his affectionate thoughts. "Oh, no, not at all. I think it's wonderful. Here, let me show you something."

Halsin bringing Wyll's hand up to the bark of the tree and pressing it beneath his own to the ridges and grooves, encouraging him to listen closely again as he had as a boy. Telling him that trees speak to those who care to hear them, even if they cannot understand them. Wyll closing his eyes, flustered at how close they are, but - after a moment of quiet - hearing the barest tendrils of something touching the edges of his mind. Nothing he is able to understand, but he swears he feels it; more than he ever has before.

Halsin himself listening and catching the discernable memories the oak is able to give him amidst the transfer - the tiniest glimpses of generations and magic long past. Perhaps even a dragon cutting its lightning path through the sky, eons ago. He passes anything translatable gently off to Wyll, who listens, enraptured.

The Wilden reveals other things - other terrible things. Other sad things and tragic things, no where near the fairytales that Wyll spins. Halsin does not pass these memories on, but judging by the frown on Wyll's face, he senses it.

But there is something else - something closer to the heart - it calls Wyll "tree friend" - flashes of Wyll as a young boy, collecting its leaves from the ground. Of an older Wyll curled in on himself in the tangle of its roots, heartbroken; an even older Wyll turning his face to the dappled sun and smiling, little golden bands sparkling in his hair.

Halsin taking Wyll by the hand and bringing him deeper into the forest, scouting a good spot to plant the tiny wishing acorn Wyll had pressed bashfully into his palm with stories of his mother. Burying the seed deep into the ground so its roots may grow anew, just as glorious as its parent - waiting to bring joy to another a century down the line. Just as their lives have taken root within one another, tangled and new, but full of life.

#BG3 Musing #Halsin #Wyll Ravengard #wyllsin #the more i think about it the more i can connect these romance paths thematically near perfectly - i can blend them #and it doesn't lead into halsin's romance scene - not yet - but damn it sure does kickstart it #(i'm connecting the dots - you're not connecting shi- I'M CONNECTING THEM) #i don't think they get married because that's not really something elves do on the regular if at all - especially wood elves #which may be a disappointment to wyll at first because he has all these fanciful notions of relationships and fairytales - but also? #i believe they'd stay together for the rest of wyll's life - like i genuinely bonafide can see that #and wyll would thrive because he would be *free* for the first time in forever - he'd blossom and live and have someone to come back to #who would love and cherish him as much as if they'd never parted for a single moment #no pacts no contracts just someone who loves him and somewhere safe to be - and when he's ready he has all the children he wants #also: wyll 'canonically chases after mermaids' ravengard + halsin 'i could attempt a kelpie' silverbough js

[sxgarspice]

spooky.

#trash draws : doodles #( sugar fiend ; dorothy ) #( tiny plant god ; korinna ) #( coffee & fabrics ; rosetta ) #sxgarspice #the set is complete #dot - kelpie #ko - black dog #ro - white lady

[mallwalker]

taking off my blood red nail polish so i can put on kelpy green for fairy prom tomorrow i will miss u rothko red :(

#charlie dot txt #cirque colors my beloved i will buy the new thermal collection soon 🙏 #oh the kelpy green is um. kelp kingdom? from the mooncat magnetic pirate collection

[raven-serenity]

can we mutually squeeze each other like stress balls, resulting in our stresses being swapped out into one another?

I don't think it'll actually help either of us overall, but at least it will be a new stress experience for both of us.

#cinny #flutters #raven #serenity #kelpie #dot

[girlwip]

SQUID / OCTOPUS THEMED NAME, PRONOUN, & TITLE SUGGESTIONS !

✦ 　── 　 NAMES : seffie, sephy, sephie ( from cephalopod ). tavia, tavius ( from octavia / octavius ). mari, marina. maris, marissa. molly, mollie ( from mollusk ). dot, dottie. dix, dixie ( meaning ten ). lu, lulu, lumina, lumi, ( from bioluminescence ). blu. aqua, aquanetta. opal, opie. coral. kelpie. seelie. nautica. calypso. delta.

✦ 　── 　PRONOUNS : venom/venoms. ink/inks. splat/splats. spot/spots. dot/dots. octo/octos. squee/squees. gill/gills. slip/slips. splash/splashs. co/corals. reef/reefs. squirt/squirts ( i’m sorry ). 🐙/🐙s. 💧/💧s. 💦/💦s. 🌊/🌊s.

✦ 　── 　TITLES : the cutesy kraken. the deep-sea dweller. the illuminating invertebrate. the marvelous mollusk. prn’s bioluminescence. the tentacled one. the blue-blooded one. the one with many limbs. prn who blends in with prns surroundings.

requested by @receivingtransmission ! gifs from @/helium-stims. PLAIN TEXT UNDER THE CUT !

[PT: Squid/Octopus Themed Name, Pronoun, and Title Suggestions. Names: Seffie, Sephy, Sephie (from cephalopod), Tavia, Tavius (from Octavia/Octavius), Mari, Marina, Maris, Marissa, Molly, Mollie (from mollusk), Dot, Dottie, Dix, Dixie, (meaning ten), Lu, Lulu, Lumina, Lumi (from bioluminescence), Blu, Aqua, Aquanetta, Opal, Opie, Coral, Kelpie, Seelie, Nautica, Calypso, Delta. Pronouns: venom/venoms, ink/inks, splat/splats, spot/spots, dot/dots, octo/octos, squee/squees, gill/gills, slip/slips, splash/splashs, co/corals, reef/reefs, squirt/squirts, 🐙/🐙s,💧/💧s, 💦/💦s, 🌊/🌊s. Titles: The Cutesy Kraken, The Deep-Sea Dweller, The Illuminating Invertebrate, The Marvelous Mollusk, Prn’s Bioluminescence, The Tentacled One, The Blue-Blooded One, The One With Many Limbs, Prn Who Blends In With Prns Surroundings. END PT ]

#✦﹕serenaded | npt #this was harder to do than i thought it would be #sorry the names are all feminine #more or less #squid npt #octopus npt #npt #name suggestions #pronoun suggestions #name ideas #pronoun ideas #mogai #mogai safe #mogai community #aemogai #neopronouns #neopronoun ideas #neopronouns suggestions #id pack

[ofoceansandtombsanew]

Your Love, Like Birth and Death

cw. jjk faerie au, banshee!reader (she/her pronouns, afab), seelie prince!gojou, mutual pining but gojou's love is heavier, descriptions of blood and injuries

pairing. gojou x reader

notes. i should be working on the unseelie lord toji fic but this concept is still wracking my brain so y'all are getting this right now instead. lovesick faerie prince gojou for you, you and you! (also, spot the furuba and mirai nikki references lol.)

This Court is dyed in the colors of Life, you note this particular morning.

Of course, this is something you’ve noted every morning since you’d been brought to this palace nearly a month ago. Yet you aren’t tired of noting it.

The Court you have found yourself in is beautiful. From the ledge you lean against, it almost feels like you can see everything in Faerie.

You see the royal gardens, a mass of long grasses and moss dotted by colorful wild blooms. Overgrown and yet each flower seems right where it is supposed to be.

Beyond the walls of the castle, you see stretches and stretches of blue spruces and just beyond that a lake that almost seems purple. If this were a palace in Unseelie territory, you might have thought a kelpie lived in it.

Across the courtyard, souls living and deceased move as if in a dance. The living with their duties for the day, unaware of their ghoulish companions drifting about. Some have the ever permanent dribble of poisoned wines falling from their lips, others' have blood seeping into their clothes from their torsos and others are missing limbs although they find no difficult in moving.

The sight of death faeries is one that gruesome. A mixture of life and death, the path you folk walk on until you return to nothing.

Neat yet unkempt, wild yet tame, expected yet unexpected ー that is the beauty of Faerie you’ve grown accustomed to in the centuries since your creation.

A beauty you rarely have the opportunity to appreciate when you often find yourself in the realm of humans, heralding death.

You wonder how much time has passed there since you’ve come to the Court of Reckoning. All while the skies have lost the traces of violet, peach and marigold that painted the dawn skies and have begun settling into a lovely shade of pastel blue. 

“I see I’ve finally found you,” when you look over your shoulder, it’s one of the prince’s advisors that greets you. The one with the long raven-black hair and brown eyes that remind you of humus-rich soil. You see the makings of a black tail with a tuft of fur peeking from his cloak and believe him to be some sort of phouka. “I almost thought for a moment our honored guest had disappeared,” his voice is light and airy, but he seems relieved to an extent. “I’m glad my concerns were proven untrue. Satoru would be quite unmanageable if that were the case.”

You shake your head, smiling politely, “I enjoy watching dawn turn into morning.” You look at the large bouquet in the phouka’s hands ー an assortment of lavender roses, baby’s breath and ferns.

“Our prince is too busy to deliver these himself this morning,” Suguru explains once they’ve caught your eye. You make sure to not let your fingers brush against one another when you reach for the blooms carefully. “Love at first sight, purity and fascination it is supposed to symbolize,” the advisor recounts the meaning of each bloom dutifully. He’s exasperated, you can tell. “Do you like them?”

“Yes, they’re quite lovely,” you believe so truly. Everyday since your arrival to the palace, the prince has had bouquet after bouquet gifted to you. Even if he cannot deliver them himself. “As were the rest I’ve received.”

“I’ve never seen Satoru so smitten,” you avoid the phouka’s gaze. “You should have met him when we were younger. He was adamant that he’d never be besotted with anyone lest he become a fool.” There’s a light pause as Suguru recalls the evening Satoru brought you to this palace. You who are cloaked in death and all of her colors. “Look at him now. He’s certainly caused a stir in his insistence you’ll be his queen. He’s a charming fool, though, I am sure.”

You prefer to think of the prince as a ridiculous fool but you cannot deny that he is charming. Dangerously so. If you hadn’t known better, you would have thought him to be a gancanagh, a love-talker.

“Please marry me,” came the soft request as sky blue eyes stared into your very being. “And I’ll love you more faithfully than any man, fae or otherwise.”

You try not to remember the way your chest clenched in surprise. How you were so surprised it almost felt like your skin had warmed. It’s best not to focus on that memory at all.

It’s a ridiculous notion, a seelie prince in love with a banshee.

“The prince is simply confusing gratitude with love,” you return Suguru’s gaze with a polite smile. You hope he believes you. “He’ll realize that soon and I will leave this place.” You know that will bring palace staff a great sense of peace. If there is one thing you’ve learned in your long life as a banshee it is that even if the Folk spurn mortals and their blink-of-an-eye lifespans, there are many things faeries and humans have in common.

A fear of death is certainly one of them.

As such, to the vast majority of faeriekind, Death Folk like yourself are not looked upon favorably. Banshee and dullahans alike, you’re more like pests in their eyes. 

You banshee women who scream and keen if death is near. 

The dullahans who hear those screams and arrive when that final hour has approached.

Yes, you know how death fae are viewed. You’ve heard the whispers in the palace, how you are an omen of malevolence to come. That your kind are like roaches. Should one appear, others will soon follow suit.

This is why you’ve come to appreciate this private ledge on the castle walls that receives less foot traffic than the rest. You’d rather the staff of the palace have peace of mind in your absence while you live in the palace even if their prince insists you can venture the halls as much as you’d like.

Once the promised revel he hopes to throw in your honor comes to pass, you know the prince will lose his interest in you. Then you will leave and continue about your existence until you fade into nothing but a vague memory in his subconscious.

That's what you truly hope when you see the prince in question later on in the day for lunch in the garden.

How his eyes light up and he stands to his feet as Cypress, a lovely pixie tasked with being your attendant, announces your arrival. How he doesn't even wait for you to reach the table before he comes to meet you. You are unused to being treated like royalty and yet their prince insists that you are. "You won't believe how the old hags go on and on," he sighs, remnants of annoyance dancing in his tone but his voice is soft with you. Cypress takes the dismissal in stride. "I couldn't even come see you for breakfast. Did you like the flowers?"

He wraps your hands in his own large palms, seemingly unaffected by your corpse-cold skin, as he has done every time you've met since your arrival. "Yes, they were beautiful," your smile is small and doesn't quite reach your eyes. You hope this ridiculous yet charming fool realizes that loving one such as yourself is more trouble than good. That his love truly is just misplaced gratitude. "You really don't have to send me flowers every morning."

The prince disregards your words the way water rolls off the back of a duck, "next time I'll bring you the flowers myself." He guides you to the table filled to the brim with food you aren't accustomed to eating. "Will you tell me your favorites finally? I've been going out on a limb with my guesses."

"My tastes in flowers are unique, to say the least," maybe it's your nature, but your favorites tend to circle around the prevailing theme of your kind. Lavender to give the dead peace in passing on, calendula for blessing and love. Dandelions in the seed head stage were quite popular with ghost children, still finding them just as amusing as they did when they were alive. "The flowers you send me are more than enough." The prince pouts but he decides to let you skirt around his request once more. You bring focus back to the spread, "it looks like you've demanded everything in the kitchen."

There are strawberry-and-whipped cream filled pastries, cold cut platters and buttery biscuits to name a few things. The tip of the iceberg of everything on the table.

"I wanted to make sure our bases were covered," the prince grins, teeth as white as his hair. "I hope you like lavender chamomile, that's today's tea. I've never had it before." He drops cube after cube of sugar into his cup, drizzles the contents with honey before finally pouring in a splash of cream.

You take your tea plain and enjoy the gentle fragrance. Lavender buds are just barely visible below the tea's surface. You close your eyes as the flavor hits your tongue. It tastes as wonderful as it smells. "Yes, this is quite nice. I really like it."

"Should we have it for tomorrow as well?" He's too eager to curry your favor.

You open your eyes to dissuade him but your attention is instead drawn to a headless hob nearing your table. You've seen this hob before, skirting about the palace bitterly as he carries his head in his hands much like a dullahan. He's old, even by fae standards, with a long beard. There's no question as to how the man died, beheading. You hope it was quick.

His beady eyes glare at you with a quiet rage similar to how most fae spirits do. You wonder how long he has been like this, refusing to board the carriage of any dullahan that may come to collect him and bring him to the Otherworld.

You personally believe that faeries leave behind ghosts more than humans do.

It's why you've often seen ghosts from a distance at revels, dancing from dawn til dusk even if they will not be perceived by the living. Even if they can no longer don the fancy dresswear they were able to dress in.

Time and time again, they will do this. Staunchly refusing death even after they're already in its hold.

"Oh, is there a ghost with us?" The prince notes how your eyes dart between him and the space he perceives as empty. "What's it saying?"

"Tell this lout that I sooner hope his rule is contemptuous and brings the Court to ruin!" The hob's head seethes. "That his many days are fraught with danger! Gakuganji is my name and this is the curse I cast upon him!"

Folk can't lie, but you you prefer not to relay the bitter message. "He hopes your rule is one that is," you lick your lips and raise your cup to your lips. "Filled with exciting thrills," not an exact lie. Perhaps to this radical prince, those sorts of threats are exciting. "He says his name is Gakuganji."

"Exciting thrills, you say?" The prince barks in amusement, shoulders shaking with his laughter. "That doesn't sound like the traitorous scoundrel I know. You don't have to lie, he's probably cursing me and my bloodline for generations to come as we speak." The hob growls at the lackadaisical nonchalance of the elf. But it seems he has had his fill as he stomps off before he can hear more insult to his person.

"Gakuganji has lost his touch even in death," the prince's amused chuckles turn into light sighs "You wouldn't have liked him very much when he was alive," you're sure you can agree with that much of the prince's words. Gakuganji, as you now know him, has been one of the more unpleasant spirits in the palace. "He was very stuck in his ways. What's it like, seeing ghosts all the time?"

Normal?

You can't quite remember what it was like when you were a newly-made banshee and everything was new. Nor can you remember the life you once led as a human. You simply remember your death was a terrible, terrible thing. "It's as normal to me as it's normal for you not to see them," you set your cup down. "If someone asked you what's it like to see the blue sky everyday, it would be a strange question, correct?"

The prince takes in your words thoughtfully, not slighted in the least. "I guess that's true," he nods to himself. "I just wondered if it was something that took some getting used to." The prince removes his darkened spectacles from the bridge of his nose. "I told you before I have pretty good eyes. I'm able to perceive a lot of things no one else can from mana to the shape of one's soul. But the spirits of the deceased are exceptions to my eyes, it seems."

"Your Highness," you begin.

"Satoru," the prince corrects you swiftly.

"Your Highness," you insist. This boundary you won't cross for yourself. "I'm not sure it's really wise for you to tell me about your eyes. I'm not a member of this family or your closest allies."

"But you will be," he tells you as if he's simply remarking on how pleasant the weather is. "I will become king of this Court and you'll be by my side as my queen." You're quite sure that if his mother, the High Queen, has anything to say about it, she'd sooner relinquish her throne to a random nixie than allow a banshee to wed her son. "I trust you as much as I trust Suguru or Nanami."

You wish he wouldn't.

A Seelie prince and his banshee queen? That sounds like the start to a ballad meant to insult him.

It's misplaced gratitude, not love. That's what this prince feels for you. You tell him as such once again as you have everyday since you were brought here. "You'll realize that soon, maybe even before the revel you plan for me," you whisper ー no, you pray. "There will be another you yearn for and you'll realize the difference."

The prince will fall deeply, truly, unapologetically in love with someone and he'll discover the truth.

Perhaps it will be a lake maiden of Spring whose dreadlocks drip with water droplets that fall onto dewy cinnamon-brown skin. Who sings of the beautiful red and pink of the roses and of love.

Or maybe it will be a selkie man who doesn't mind living far from the sea as he's brought a love as deep as the ocean along with him. Whose coat is donned in scars and scratches from battles past, a reflection of his form as a seal.

Or maybe he can grow enraptured with his phouka advisor whom he trusts more than anyone in this life.

Someone dyed in Life's colors.

Someone beautiful.

When that time comes, you'll be happy for him. Maybe then the ache that resonates through your heart and bones will end.

The prince isn't the only fool here, you admit reluctantly. You're just as much, if not more so. But this feeling will come to pass, "this is just gratitude. Fascination. Not love."

"You think I don't love you?" The prince asks quietly, resting his chin on his palm as he looks at you. He says he has good eyes, he wonder what you look like to him through them. You who once was dyed in Life's colors but have since become painted over by Death's brush.

Death folk with death folk.

Life folk with life folk.

"I know you don't," he can't. You can't allow either of yourselves to do so. "A banshee by your side as queen," you want it sound ridiculous to both of your ears. "It's absurd."

There are no rules that state your union is forbidden, this you know. But the laws of nature are simple. Life and Death co-exist separately, unable to exist without one another. But there has never been a tale where the two joined together as one.

Maybe you're just too scared to be the first.

"I want the woman that I love by my side as queen," the prince replies smoothly. "Your species is of little importance to me. All that matters is that my love is returned in full. Please, allow me to be yours," he reaches for your hand once more, stepping out of his chair in favor of sitting on bended knee. "More than anyone has or ever will, I love you. This is an unwavering truth."

The blood of the love-talker must run through his veins. Why else do you feel like this? Your desire for this prince will eat away at you until you become undone and return to nothing. "You're a prince. It's the duty of the royal family to provide heirs," even the smallest sprite knows this to be fact. "Are you asking me to stay with you and have them?"

"Please have my children," azure stares seriously into your pale eyes that were once [color] when you were human.

Your skin feels warm at his unabashed request.

Gojou Satoru has no shame, that you have become sure of in the near month of knowing one another.

He had no shame when he asked you to be his bride when you first met.

There was no shame to be found when he insisted that you stay in the palace as an honored guest he owes his life to.

Nor is there any shame to be found in him now when he cups your cheek in his furnace hot hands to guide your lips down to his, long white lashes fluttering shut.

I shouldn't, your mind screeches at you. I shouldn't allow us to get even one millimeter closer. Yet you make no move to do so as your lips are just barely touching whenー

"Your Highness, your mother is requesting you," Nanami's mild-mannered drawl saves you at the last minute.

You jerk back into your chair in relief, heart pounding. You aren't able to make eye contact with anyone, least of all the overworked horned elf-kobold hybrid brought to receive the Gojou heir.

The prince clicks his tongue in annoyance, glaring over his shoulder at the advisor, "she can't wait? We haven't even begun eating yet."

Nanami looks just as annoyed to be there, "the faster you heed her call, the quicker you can go back to fawning after the object of your desires." He tells his prince. "And the faster I can get back to resting."

The prince with snow-white hair clicks his tongue once more, but he doesn't argue against it. He turns to you regretfully, "I'll have to leave again. Perhaps we'll have more time together at dinner," you hope the wait for dinner is longer still. You know the prince hopes the time passes as quickly as he can blink.

Warm lips press against the back of your hand, lingering for five seconds longer than they should.

The bones of your hands ache.

Extra:

Title comes from a Nizar Qabbani poem: [Your love / Oh you with fathomless eyes / Is extreme /mystic / holy / Your love, like birth and death / is impossible to repeat]

My favorite bit in this is having the reader refused to call Gojou by name even in the narrative dialogue, in a futile attempt to keep distance between you both. I hope you guys found that riveting as well

Part 2? Should there be one? Perhaps there should be... y'all let me know

#look she's writing #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk faerie au #gojou x reader #gojo x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojou satoru x reader #faeries #gojo satoru x you #gojou satoru x you #fair folk #mythology #i had a lot of fun writing this

[bullet-prooflove]

So it’s pretty on the nose with what you’ve been writing but I was wondering if I could send in a little Stone Temple Pilots prompt… “I gotta girlfriend, she goes to art school” for a seemingly very smitten David Hale.

I’m absolutely in love with what you’re doing with Hale and the artist lady and I’m just really wanting more of them, so hopefully this works.

Thank you!

Companion piece to Graffiti, Crime Wave and Distraction

David brings flowers to your art show, a bouquet of brightly coloured daisies. The event is being hosted by your college in a studio out of town. It’s something they do every year as a way of exhibiting their students work to important people in the industry.

You’d been anxious this morning when he’d left for work, you tried to play it off but he could see it. Your smile didn’t meet your eyes, you had this nervous energy, you kept checking and re-checking your portfolio.

“You’re gonna do great.” He had attempted to reassure you as he pressed a kiss to the back of your head. He could tell you didn’t believe him, life has not been kind to you. You have had to fight for everything you have and it leaves a mark, a doubt.

You tell yourself you’re not good enough, that you don’t have what it takes.

David knows that’s not true, he believes in you. He sees your passion, your dedication, your talent and he knows that you can achieve absolutely anything you put your mind to.

You’re in the midst of a conversation when he finds you, he doesn’t want to interrupt so he turns his attention to your work all pinned upon white boards that form an alcove. He’s always been captivated by your use of colour, the delicacy of the hues, the muted tones. It seems greyscale until you look a little closer, the light pastel shades almost undetectable. They bring a texture to the images, a life that can’t be captured any other way.

Most of your work has a tiny red sticky dot in the corner, he doesn’t know what it means but he suspects that these are the pieces that have sold tonight, that have captured the interest of other professionals out in the world.

He feels so fucking proud of you in that moment, it swells in his chest as the edges of his mouth tip up into a smile.

His girl, he thinks, she’s definitely going places.

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#david hale #david hale x reader #deputy hale #deputy chief hale #soa

[flowerflamestars]

Haunted Holy and Divine snippet

Centuries old, well-earned hostility unoffensive, Azriel flew banished across the sea to find his High Lord busy ordering the poorest neighborhood in his city demolished. Vallahan didn’t matter. They’d send Morrigan in to dazzle, to tell stories of the queens she’d loved before they’d ever been anything but figureheads in a violent rebellion, and the current monarch would either fold willingly or be enchanted along. The Night Court would have its way. Would blast right through, claim some victory standing stock still in the wreckage they hadn’t dirtied their own hands to accomplish. Azriel arrived in time for the largest building to go down. Three doors in, on the seventh floor. Nesta Archeron, punishing herself, made as small as her proud baring could shrink. All gone, and not just her. The kelpie family in the basement, unbothered by dark, fine with the dank accommodations for the proximity to moving water. The brownies who worried for Nesta. “We can do better,” Rhysand announced, to Azriel’s silent appearance when it was done, lounging up the other palatial side of the Sidra, drinking on his rooftop patio. He gestured, all lazy, deadly power, a hunting cat made redolent on too much food, to the iron table before him. Plans. Azriel didn’t move. It didn’t take keen Illyrian eyesight to tell him none of those lines made a building, much less better homes. Neat, massive, x’s marking imported trees and dots outlining careful paths. Gardens, dividing a city park. Meant to be viewed in moonlight, something beautiful given back to the people of Velaris. How nice it must have been, Azriel thought, to be able to ignore all realistic circumstances for a dream.

#Azriel is going to tear the plot IN TWO AND I AM DELIGHTED #five hundred years is a very long time to become disenchanted #hi everything I hate is doing into this fic actually #nezriel sneaking into everything before its even begun

[chaifootsteps]

What's your favorite mythological/folklore creature mine are mermaids and vampires

In rough descending order!

Werewolves. I wanted so much to be a werewolf as a kid, and still do, and always will.

2. Wendigos. I can't stress enough how fascinated I am by Wendigos.

3. Dragons.

4. Hedley Kows. I just think they're neat.

5. Do jackalopes count? If so, those.

6. Kelpies.

7. The Bunyip. Blame Dot.

8. Unicorns.

9. Selkies. Songs about selkies are one of my favorite extremely specific and obscure genres of music, so if you have any good recommendations please don't hesitate to let me know.

10. Hodags just because I wrote a short story about one in college.

#Anonymous #actual blog post

[deadskink]

De Selby Part 1 (Raindrop)

Words: 1222

Warnings: angst, psychological & body horror

Summary: After a freak accident, Dewdrop dematerialised in front of Rain's eyes. Ever since, the water ghoul has been plagued with brutal visions of an endless mirror dimension he shares with Dewdrop's reflection.

Notes: Welcome to the pain gauntlet. This is chapter 1 of a 16 part fic based on Unreal Unearth by Hozier. Beta’d by the wonderful @hypnoneghoul 

Bhfuilis soranna sorcha, ach tagais nós na hóiche.

Glittering in the reflection of a lake blackened by nightfall, Rain’s skin was dotted with stars. Illuminating the darkness around him, he appeared as a beacon through thick fog that blanketed the water’s surface. 

Skimming the water with gentle fingers, Rain made it ripple and dance around him as he took in his surroundings. The darkness sang to him, calling for him like a kelpie that willed to pull him in and swallow him within its endless depth. He would listen if the fog didn’t unsettle him as much as it did. It felt alive, somehow. 

Focusing on the abyss beyond him, Rain felt uneasy as a pair of red dots began to manifest out of the darkness. Familiar, yet somewhat feared, he knew the origin. Trapped within his own deep seeded fear, Rain sunk within himself. A being emerging from the mist, once capable of filling his heart with a comfortable warmth that was now replaced with unease. 

Trína chéile.

Silvery and just as inhuman as himself, the figure that came from the empty space stood before him with a gentle smile. All teeth, yet kinder than his eyes. 

Crimson. Daring. Dangerous.

“At last, when all of the world is asleep, we get this to ourselves,” he spoke, quietly and far more poised than Rain was used to. 

In this silent abyss, the two infernal beasts stood parallel. With one foot in the land of the living, and the other just beyond it, they both mirrored each other in a morbid way. One pristine, a glittering image of Leviathan’s depths, and one damaged beyond repair. Not long ago, the impossible had been achieved and the water ignited to reveal the charred remains of a form that once felt at home here. He no longer belonged where they stood, and yet, here they both were. Trapped inside of his own interpretation of suffering, Rain was faced with the manifestation of his greatest fear. 

“Dewdrop, what is this?” Rain questioned, unsteady, as his tail began to stir on the surface, twitching nervously. 

Mirroring his movements, Dewdrop let his tail drop into the water. Allowing the singed remnants of his fluke to glide through unnaturally, he broke the surface and splashed ice cold droplets over the both of them. Not seeming to care through the shivering of his own sickly skin, Dewdrop continued moving with a smile. 

Willing this to stop, Rain halted his own movements, lifting the barbed tip of his tail out of the water to point it in his direction. A warning laced with fearful apprehension. 

“What do you think this is?” Dewdrop asked, nonchalant as ever as he drew closer, charred fingertips burning bright as he reached for Rain from a short distance.  

“I don’t– I don’t know,” Rain stammered, unable to look away from the piercing crimson gaze that held him in place.

Dewdrop looked predatory and dangerous, approaching slowly as he waded through the inky black liquid that surrounded them. Close enough to touch and feel Dewdrop’s breath fanning over his face, Rain’s heart quickened to a rabbit’s pace. The fear Rain felt, all consuming and confusing all at once, would come to be superficial in the end. What did he have to lose if Dewdrop snapped at him anyways? He’d already lost him on the surface, so who was to say he wasn’t prepared to lose himself in the process?

“I know you want to run. Shame you can’t,” Dewdrop drawled, voice crackling like a telephone receiver as his image began to flicker behind the mist that covered him. 

Dewdrop enjoyed the fear of others, and Rain knew that as much. When he was stronger, he would watch him hunting from the shadows, stalking innocents like a cat playing with its food. This was no different. Rain felt like an item in the eyes of a sickly predator. Stiffening his posture while the fire ghoul continued to breathe over him, Rain bared his teeth and snapped, making him flinch back in surprise. 

“Why are we here? What the fuck is this?” Rain snarled, his inky black pupils pinning into slits as his lips curled back to reveal rows of sharp shark-like teeth. 

“Instead of telling you, why don’t I show you?” Dewdrop hissed, drawing back from Rain with blackened eyes as a grin spread over his gaunt features. 

Le chéile, claochlaithe.

Stuck in place within the infernal lake he was confined to, the water ghoul was helpless to do anything more than snap and snarl at the visage of the other ghoul before him. Bluffing like a deep sea fish, Rain’s spots began to ripple and flash blue in an impressive threat display. It’s all he could think to do as Dewdrop began to move closer again, cocking his head as he opened his mouth in a menacing grin. 

Confused and in disarray, Rain hissed when Dewdrop reached out and roughly grabbed the sides of his face. Breathing heavily as smoke began to billow out of his mouth, he unsheathed his claws and dug them into Rain’s cheeks. Unable to touch him, the water ghoul’s skin continued to ripple with color, while Dewdrop stared him down with unblinking scarlet eyes. 

It all felt too real. 

He was unable to fight back while an uncontrollable element opposite to his own took power over him, extinguishing everything they had built in life. Almost as if they had never loved each other, Dewdrop had pounced on him like a brainless predator on the hunt for something fresh. All that mattered was his blood, and the sick game that came along with it. 

They were both hunters at heart. Emerging from the depths of hell with untamed hunger, and no concept of laws that would keep them away from the flesh of others. Kept in relative domesticity from day to day on the surface, the night allowed for these infernal beasts to give into their carnage. It didn’t matter if the target was human or demonic, because hunger was all that consumed them. 

This was almost no different from all of the other times they had both given into their carnal desires on the surface. The only difference was that Rain couldn’t distinguish in the moment if he was reliving the same torturous nightmare, or if this was actually happening to him in the flesh.

With pointed teeth glistening in the light that Rain’s skin emanated, the fire ghoul began to open his mouth wider than Rain thought possible. Dewdrop opened his maw to reveal an all encompassing red light. Burning hotter than the seventh circle, the light blistered his skin and took his vision with it. 

Is claochlú an ealaín.

Swallowed by the heat, Rain could feel all of the moisture in his body wick away from his skin. All at once, he experienced what he thought to be the heat death of the universe in the span of a few seconds. Everything he had ever known and everything he had ever loved had been erased in seconds, leaving him inside of a pulsating red mass of horrific proportions. With no beginning or end, this purgatorial abyss gradually darkened, swallowing him in its depths. 

“Where there is no prophecy, the people perish: but blessed is he who keeps the law.”

 Is ealaín dubh í.

#the band ghost #ghost bc #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghoul #raindrop #my fics #unreal unearth fic

[dorkafricska]

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[ask-specter-sisters]

Ghostfire: I don't know if it counts as a rival, but that was one slippery nøkk.

Spirit Light: It wasn't any wonder your magic didn't work on it. It wasn't a ghost. It was a spirit, but not the right kind of spirit for us to handle.

Ghostfire: Pffsh. I can handle some dumb swamp-walker. Next time I see that nøkk, I'll have my iron horseshoes ready.

Spirit Light: Still... I wish I knew where those sheep vanished to...

Image ID Below the cut

Image 1: Two screenshots of asks from Drive and an anonymous sender.

Drive: were/are there any particular bad spirits that escaped you often or you deal with regularly that is sort of like a nemesis or something? Or any particular friendly spirits you encounter often?

Anonymous: Have you ever run into fey? I imagine they get reported as spirits sometimes mistakenly... how do you/would you solve them?

A speech bubble outlined in fuchsia denotes Ghostfire speaking from offscreen.

Ghostfire: Okay, yeah. I got one.

Image 2: Ghostfire, a green unicorn with a blue mane, leads her sister Spirit Light, a pale blue unicorn with a teal mane, through a dark swamp. Spirit Light has pale blue, blind eyes, and is holding onto her sister's tail for guidance. In the background, a light blue pony with a mane and tale made of water stands, watching the sisters and grinning with sharp teeth. Speech bubbles outlined in fuchsia denote Ghostfire's voice, while speech bubbles outlined in blue denote Spirit Light's.

Ghostfire: Well there was this one time... we were tracking a kelpie-

Spirit Light: It was a nøkk, not a kelpie.

Ghostfire: A what?

Spirit Light: A nøkk. You know, like a shape-shifting water spirit.

Ghostfire: Sure... okay... so we were tracking a nøkk... and the dang thing got us lost in some Celestia-forsaken swamp.

Spirit Light: It was really more of a marsh...

Image 3: Ghostfire and Spirit Light stand on a grassy hill dotted with white flowers. Spirit light is shying away with a worried look while Ghostfire is in a fighting stance, magic glowing brightly from her horn. In the foreground, a pale blue pony with a mane and tale made of water is poised in opposition, one hoof raised with a menacing sneer. The sky is dark with rolling clouds and rain is pouring down on the ponies.

Ghostfire: We finally caught up to it days later... but catching that thing was like trying to catch rain itself.

Ghostfire: In the end, none of my ghost-fighting magic could hold it... and it ran off into the moorlands.

Image 4: Ghostfire and Spirit light sit in front of a dark blue background. Spirit light look anxious and a bit sad, while Ghostfire is wearing an embarrassed grimace with one hoof raised awkwardly.

Spirit Light: We never did find those sheep... not even as ghosts.

Ghostfire: Oh. Yeah... Those sheep were super gone.

End Image ID.

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[bluekat12345]

U.B. Funkeys with Pokémon Typing

Just a post of all Funkeys and what Pokémon Types I imagine them being. (I am not including the Speed Racer Funkeys, aside from the UB version for the Speed Racer starter pack.) Enjoy!

UB

Regular: Normal

Dream States: Normal/Fairy

Speed Racer: Normal/Electric

Hidden Realm: Normal/Fighting

Chat Funkeys

Gabby: Fairy

Holler: Steel/Electric

Rom: Electric

Rewind: Flying

Funkeystown

Dot: Fairy

Waggs: Normal

Lotus: Grass/Fairy

Drift: Electric

Scratch: Steel/Electric

Laputta Station

Boggle: Dark/Fairy

Vroom: Fighting

Xener: Psychic

Fallout: Poison

Kelpy Basin

Twinx: Fairy/Water

Sprout: Grass

Tiki: Water/Fighting

Glub: Water

Magma Gorge

Wasabi: Dark

Deuce: Dark/Fire

Bones: Ghost

Stitch: Ghost

Funkiki Island

Nibble: Water

Flurry: Ice

Sol: Fire

Webley: Bug

Daydream Oasis

Tank: Water/Fairy

Lucky: Fairy/Fighting

Dyer: Fairy

Berger: Fairy

Nightmare Rift

Snipe: Dark

Sprocket: Dark/Steel

Ptep: Ghost/Ground

Vlurp: Dark/Fairy

Hidden Realm

Bomble: Ice/Fighting

Yang: Fighting

Raj: Fighting

Singe: Fire/Dragon

Nector: Bug/Fighting

Maul: Dark/Fighting

Paradox Green

Tad: Water/Grass

Ace: Steel

Mulch: Grass/Eletric

Rastro: Psychic

And as a Bonus for those who read this far:

Types Used

Normal: 6

Fire: 2

Water: 6

Electric: 5

Grass: 4

Ice: 2

Fighting: 9

Poison: 1

Ground: 1

Flying: 1

Psychic: 2

Bug: 2

Rock: 0

Ghost: 3

Dragon: 1

Dark: 6

Steel: 3

Fairy: 10

Final Results

Single Type: 26

Dual Type: 21

Most Used Type: Fairy

Least Type Used: Rock

#U.B. Funkeys #UB Funkeys #Pokemon #Pokemon Types #Pokemon Typing

[drabbles-mc]

Giving Out

Nestor Oceteva x OFC (Jessica Thomas)

Series of one-shots inspired by Day 23 of the August Prompts and this Anon request: vintage and Can I please request a fic where Emily’s super innocent cousin moves in with the Gallindo’s and Nestor immediately falls for her? But she’s new to the area and doesn’t speak any Spanish or anything like that and he offers to teach her? Thank you!

Warnings: language

Word Count: 2.7k

A/N: I almost forgot how much I love writing for these two. I missed them. (For other Nestor x Jessica stories go Here)

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She blew into her office, travel mug full of coffee in one hand, briefcase hanging in the crook of her other arm. She felt like she was running hours behind schedule, when in reality she’d only left the house about twenty minutes late. It was a long twenty minutes fighting with the ignition on her car, though. She was about two failed tries away from calling an Uber, or calling Nestor. Neither of those were options that she wanted to take, though. Under most circumstances she wouldn’t mind having Nestor drive her around, but if he knew it was because her car wasn’t working, she would never hear the end of it.

But she managed to get it started and once it got going, she was fine. She sped down the highway towards her office, the car not giving her a single issue at all. She was thankful for that while simultaneously understanding that she was definitely pushing her luck. It was a reality that she was going to have to come to terms with sooner or later, and she just hoped that it was later.

That was all behind her now as she tossed her briefcase down onto the surface of her desk. She took a deep breath, her harsh exhale blowing a few wisps of hair up into the air before they fell back in front of her face again. She shook her head at herself before taking a long sip of her coffee, setting the mug down out of the danger-zone that was the center of her desk where she was always moving her files around.

Running twenty minutes late usually wouldn’t have made her feel like it was the end of the world. On the days when she was just handling paperwork and locked up in her office for the day, getting there early or on the dot wasn’t a big deal. Honestly, if she had managed to walk through the door at a somewhat normal speed, most of the people in the office wouldn’t have even noticed that she was running late that day. But she had a meeting that was supposed to start in ten minutes and it was with a new client, so today it very much mattered if she was late.

“Jessica,” there was a soft knock on the door to her office.

She looked up from the files she was hurriedly unpacking and organizing, “Yea, Elena?”

The young girl had tried to flag her down as she walked in, but Jessica’s tunnel-vision didn’t allow for it, “Sorry, just wanted to let you know that your meeting this morning got cancelled. Client called first thing saying they needed to reschedule for later in the week. I added it to your calendar.”

Jessica let out a sigh of relief, shoulders instantly becoming less tense, “You’re a saint. Thank you, seriously.”

She chuckled, “No problem at all. Anything else you need?”

She shook her head, “I think I’m good. Thank you.”

When Elena walked away and shut the door behind her, Jessica immediately collapsed back into the chair at her desk. She ran her hands over her face and back through her hair, trying to fully accept and ease into the fact that she was no longer on the time crunch that she thought she was. Reaching for her coffee, she took another long sip, taking a beat to savor it this time.

She dove into her usual morning routine after that, getting wrapped up and lost in her work the way that she usually did. She didn’t even notice how much time had gone by until she felt her stomach starting to growl. Prying her eyes away from the papers in front of her, she glanced over at her phone to check the time. Her eyes widened as she shook her head, pulling open the drawer of her desk to grab a snack for herself. Turning to look out her window, she saw the little flower pots that she’d brought in a few weeks before when she’d first started. And, just like she had said, they didn’t last very long. She watered them, made sure they got sunlight, but for some reason she could just never seem to get plants to last.

She stood up, chuckling to herself as she thought back to the brief exchange she’d had with Nestor about them when he saw that she was bringing them with her. Opening up the camera on her phone, she took a picture to send to him, attaching a text that said, “Esta muerta :(“ She slipped her phone back into her pocket, not expecting to get a response from him any time soon.

Just as she was about to sit back down in her chair, her phone buzzed in her pocket. Checking to see who it was, she couldn’t pretend that she wasn’t a little excited to see that it was Nestor getting back to her so quickly. She swiped the notification open, laughing softly at his response, “Have you tried watering them?” She rolled her eyes as she texted him back, “I knew I was forgetting something”

They didn’t text often. But there had been a time when Jessica wouldn’t have believed that the two of them would ever text at all. It started off as the two of them swapping numbers in case of an emergency. It wasn’t explicitly stated, but Jessica was smart enough to know that it was more in case she had an emergency and needed to call him for help. She was hard pressed to think of a scenario in which he would be needing her assistance with anything. She texted him a few times out of the blue with specific questions, usually about words or phrases in Spanish that she needed to know for work, things she didn’t trust Google Translate for. If he was bothered by the inquiries, he didn’t show it.

But now she would text him every now and then for no reason, just silly little things like that. Sometimes she didn’t get a response from him, most times she did. It wasn’t something either of them ever really brought up when they saw each other in person. She liked it, though, and while she’d never admit it to him there had definitely been more than one occasion when she went back and reread through their little quips just to make herself laugh when things at work were too stressful.

The day ticked right on by, and before she knew it, the few people that she was starting to get to know somewhat well in the office were poking their heads in to say goodbye to her. She almost talked herself into staying late, but she’d been doing that so much since she started, trying to make sure that she was completely on top of everything that was getting thrown on her plate. With the way her day started, she figured that it wouldn’t be the worst thing to actually leave on time for once. So she packed up her things and grabbed her keys to head out to her car.

It only took about twenty seconds of sitting behind the wheel trying to get her car to start to make her remember exactly why her day had started the way it had. She rested her forehead against the steering wheel as she let out a deep sigh, trying not to let herself get too upset. The worst case scenario was that her car was finally shot, but hopefully she just needed someone to give her a jump.

Grabbing her phone, the first person she dialed was Emily. She let it ring and ring until she went to voicemail. Trying not to sound as exasperated as she really was, she left a quick message saying to give her a call back as soon as she could before hanging up. Going back into her list of messages, she hovered over Nestor’s name for a moment before going out on a limb and hitting the call button. This wasn’t exactly an emergency, but she’d much rather get help from him than from a tow company that was going to charge her.

It rang a few times and she was ready to get sent to voicemail again when she heard the click of the line getting picked up. There was a couple seconds of silence before Nestor’s voice came through from the other end of the line, “Jess?”

“Nestor, hey,” it was more of a relief to hear his voice than maybe it should’ve been.

“Everything alright?”

“Yea. I just, um, are you busy?”

“What’s going on?”

“My car…” her voice trailed off for a moment, “I think it just needs a jump. I tried to call Emily but she didn’t pick up—she might be in a meeting or something. If you can’t come I totally get it, I’d just rather—”

“I’ll be there,” he didn’t let her finish the thought, “Text me the address.”

She let out a sigh of relief, “You’re a lifesaver, Nestor. Thank you.”

“I’ll see you soon.”

As soon as the two of them hung up the phone, she sent him the address for the firm. She didn’t know how far away he was, but she had to assume that it was a small enough town that it wouldn’t take him that long to get to her. Grabbing her headphones from her bag, she put some music on her phone and leaned the driver’s seat back, trying not to let herself get more stressed out than she already was.

It was less than half an hour later when someone knocked on her driver’s window. She jumped, one headphone falling out as she turned to see who it was. The shock to her system died out a little bit when she saw Nestor standing outside her car, but her heart was still racing in her chest.

She was laughing as she opened the door, throwing her headphones back into her bag before stepping out, “Scared the shit out of me.”

“Think you’re finally ready to call it on this thing?” he asked as he popped the front hood of her car, jumper cables draped over his shoulder.

She shook her head as she walked to stand next to him, “No way. This thing is classic. Vintage, even.”

He looked at her, the yellow tint of his sunglasses doing nothing to hide the disbelieving look on his face, “Not everything that’s old is vintage, Jess.”

She rolled her eyes, a smile curling her lips, “You gonna give me a jump or not?”

He hooked the cables on, and Jess realized that it was a minor blessing that Nestor seemed to drive exclusively large SUV’s—cars that wouldn’t have any trouble starting hers up. The two of them stood there, and Nestor could see it on her face that she was hesitant to try and start her car again, not wanting to deal with the consequences of it not working.

He nodded towards her still-open driver’s door, “Give it a shot.”

She sighed, letting her head drop back before getting into the car. Even through the windshield Nestor could see the dramatic rise and fall of her shoulders as she took another deep breath before putting the key in the ignition. She turned it, and the car stuttered for a moment, almost sounding like it was about to kick back on before dying out completely.

Jess collapsed back against the driver’s seat, hands raking along her scalp as she tried to keep herself together. She gave herself a moment, taking a few deep breaths before pulling her keys out of the ignition and getting back out of the car, shutting the door with more force than was necessary. Walking back over to Nestor, she tried to seem less upset about it all than she really was.

“Think you could wait for the tow truck and then give me a ride home?”

He nodded, purposely not commenting on the tears that were starting to well in her eyes, “Sure, yea,” he paused, “You want me to call?”

“You know someone?”

He wasn’t going to mention the fact that usually when he was calling for someone to get rid of a car, it was usually because he needed someone to do it discreetly. Still, it did mean that he did know someone who could easily tow it to a scrapyard for her, “Yea, I know someone.”

“That’d be great,” she nodded, thankful for the small win.

“Yea,” he rested his hand on her shoulder for all of a split second, “give me a minute.”

He stepped away to make the phone call, and to shut off his own car and get everything back in order on that front. Jessica heard him speaking quietly, rapidly in Spanish. She knew more than she used to, but she still couldn’t listen half as quickly as he could talk. She busied herself with grabbing her things out of her car. She didn’t keep much in it anymore, but it was a strange feeling to know that the car she’d had for so long was finally spent. There might be a sliver of hope that a good mechanic could fix it, but most likely it was the end of the road.

Nestor walked back over after shutting the hoods of both cars, “They’ll tow it to the shop, see if there’s anything they can do to fix it. If not, they’ll see what they can get for it from the scrapyard.”

She put her few belongings in the back seat of Nestor’s car, “Sounds good,” she shut the door, leaning back against it, “First the flowers, now my car,” she shook her head, “Everything’s dying on me today.”

“From the look of that picture,” he came and stood next to her, a tiny smirk lifting the end of his mouth, “those flowers died way before today.”

She laughed despite the stress weighing on her, bumping her shoulder against his, “Shut up.”

The two of them didn’t talk much while they waited for the tow truck to show up. It was the first time that she’d ever really been quiet around him and he would never say it to her face but he would much rather listen to her chatter. When the tow showed up, Nestor let her do most of the talking, giving the guy her information and letting him know that if there was anything that they could do to fix it, that’d be great, but she knew that it would be a longshot. She watched him get her car up onto the flatbed, taking the business card that he handed her before he hopped back into the cab of his truck and took off.

She turned back around to Nestor, and for the first time ever he saw her looking defeated. He couldn’t really blame her, but he didn’t quite know what to do to make her feel any better. She sighed, toying with the business card in her hands.

“Sorry this turned into such a thing,” she shook her head.

“Don’t be,” he pulled the passenger door open for her, “Come on, I’ll take you home.”

Nestor let her pick the music for the drive home. It got a smile out of her, even if she still wasn’t feeling overly talkative because of everything. They were almost home when her phone rang, and Nestor focused on the road as Jessica talked to Emily about everything that had happened since she left a voicemail on the woman’s phone.

He pulled into the driveway of the Galindo’s house and immediately got out to help Jessica carry her stuff inside. She insisted that she could do it herself, that he’d done enough to help her already, but he swore that it wasn’t a problem. She allowed him to carry it upstairs to her room, setting the miscellaneous items on top of her dresser before following her back downstairs again.

He checked the time on his phone before looking back at her, “I gotta run, but I’ll come by for you in the morning.”

She shook her head, “Nestor, you don’t need to—”

“I’ll drive you. It’s not a problem.”

She smiled, “Thank you.”

He nodded, “It’ll be fine, Jess, alright?” he pulled his keys out of his pocket, “I’ll see you in the morning.”

“See you in the morning,” she gave him a small nod before letting him turn and head out to wherever he was supposed to be going to next. It wasn’t until she saw the door shut behind him that she turned and headed back towards the stairs, desperate to wash off the stress of the day.

#mayans mc #mayansmc #mayans fx #mayans mc imagine #nestor oceteva #nestor oceteva imagine #nestor oceteva x oc #oc jessica thomas #oc jess #august prompts #my writing #fanfiction #drabblesmc

[sxgarspice]

dot, dressed as a sexy kelpie, asking if you want to join her in bed

#trash talks : out of character #( sugar fiend ; dorothy ) #dot's version of luring someone into water

[redshamrock56]

Favorite Funkeys of each realm:

 Funkeystown: Waggs and Dot (I can’t choose one I’m sorry)

Waggs has just a really cute design and bio, and Dot has a really cool design and a somewhat sad bio.  I just like these two based on design and bio mainly.

Kelpy Basin: Twinx

The first Funkey I had, (And one of the only ones I had)  She was the one that got me into UB Funkeys in the first place.  I just loved her design, her bio, kinda just everything about her.  Also I based Dia off of her and Lucky.

Laputta Station: Vroom

Another design and bio that I really love.  They were on my list of Funkeys that I really wanted when I was a kid. They had a cool club house, and a really fun-looking minigame.

Magma Gorge: Stitch

I honestly used to be kinda scared of them, but now I just think they’re really cute.

Funkiki Island: Flurry

Another wishlisted Funkey that I never got. They have awesome shades of blue, green, and red.

Nightmare Rift: Snipe

The quotes and bio alone do this for me.  Like, how do you tell someone that they’d be a good hostage just by sitting around doing nothing and not laugh.

Daydream Oasis: Lucky

Love their design and their little clubhouse.  I love the vibe they give off, and I really wanted one of them.

Hidden Realm: Raj

It's a tiger Funkey. A tiger! Of course it's going to be a favorite.

Paradox Green: Mulch

Their bio sounds cool and yet kinda funny. I also love their unique design and game creating mechanics.

#ub funkeys #sorry to those that were expecting speed racer #I do not care about the series