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queerfandomtrifecta · 6 months

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So a lot is bothering me about the narrative structure of season two. If I didn’t have my own novel to work on and didn’t have several more edits commissioned, I’d write a fix-it fic for all of season two to fix the narrative stuff and to really delve into character arcs that felt off. Maybe I will anyway. Idk. If someone who actually has time wants to take any or all of this and write a fic, go for it. Can’t wait to read it. Anyway, this is a very rough outline that’s subject to change if I do write the fic, but from a developmental editing perspective, here’s my two cents nobody asked for on season 2:

Thematic elements: Atonement and coping with trauma, the crew leaving (especially in regards to Stede’s emotional wound where he’s worried about people being better off without him) and identity (especially in regards to Ed/Stede/Izzy). These are present in the show as-is, but they don’t play out well just yet. I’m focusing on these to make things cohesive.

Episodes 1-3: mostly perfect. Loved these and the pacing felt correct for the most part. I would keep the tone from these episodes through the season. Ricky would be introduced here. Zheng is fantastic and all of her stuff stays here.

What I’d change: Ned Low would be the primary antagonist for this season. Ricky would be set up through this season to be the primary antagonist next season. Ned Low’s record is Ed’s original suicide by proxy plan, and that needs to be introduced here. There needs to be a scene showing how Ned tortures people in these episodes. Izzy needs to bring it up as a concern to Ed. Ed doesn’t care about the crew’s safety, obviously, someone (Izzy) needs to mention Ned’s record and possible repercussions here. I’d also NOT play Lucius’s trauma reveal with Stede like a comedy beat. (Like seriously, I HATE that the show played SA as a comedy beat.) Black Pete would be shown crying of Lucius so it’s not just told randomly after the fact. Olu would be shown missing Jim.

Episode 4: The unicorn thing with Izzy was beautiful and I’d keep that. Stede and Ed going to Mary and Anne’s is fine. Buttons can APPEAR to turn into a seagull.

What I’d change: The Kraken Crew and Lucius need to stay paranoid longer. They need to tally things up and realize that Low’s record has been broken (I think Ed was too checked out from reality/high on rhino horn to even realize he’d broken it; Izzy has bigger things going on and likely also lost track) but that record being broken was NEVER shown in the original, just told after the fact. In order to NOT switch to a speculative genre randomly for a convenient metaphor, Buttons appears to turn into a seagull but he doesn’t literally. Revealed to the audience but not to Ed/Stede (more on this later). Stede doesn’t put it to a vote that Ed can come back. He’s the captain and decides that that’s how it’s gonna be. The crew is also gonna look to former first-mate Frenchie (whose trauma is in a box) for direction when Izzy is struggling. It’s Frenchie’s idea about the leg. Izzy is still struggling a little more after his new leg, and I think he should be shown happy at the end but with a bottle of something not far from him (but more in that later).

Episode 5: Ed’s influencer non-apology clearly written by Stede works. Ed and Stede need time apart. The cursed suit can stay for the levity of it. Ed and Fang can go fishing. The moonlight kiss scene works for the most part.

What I’d change: Izzy can be sassy with Lucius, and a bit of a mentor to Stede, but he’s going to be drinking in this episode. Not plastered drunk like ep 4, but it’s gonna clearly be a struggle and everyone is just Not Talking About It. Lucius might start to parallel that a bit and I’d like to see more interaction with them there. I’d also like to see the Kraken Crew (all the crew really) treating Izzy as their captain. Stede says he doesn’t feel like the captain and there should be a reason for that. If he forced them to let Ed back on the boat in ep 4, that can be addressed here. Izzy is following Stede so he can eventually persuade everyone they have to as well, though Izzy’s earned more trust than anyone at this point. I’d delve into him doing for Stede what he did for Ed pre-season one (“massaged the crew” when Ed’s moods seemed off to keep things running (I can’t remember the exact quote past that, but that’s essentially the idea). The Kraken Crew needs to be wary of Ed longer. They do not believe Buttons is a seagull. They all think Ed killed him and Stede says he didn’t see Buttons turn into a seagull, but he takes Ed’s side and doesn’t think Ed killed him. That starts a rift and an “us or Ed” thing that’ll play out later. Ed can try to interact with the crew and get the cold shoulder. He’s done nothing to restore his reputation. As far as the cursed suit goes, I would have them receive some sort of warning from Ned Low when they go to pawn the suit off on the other ship. Stede or/or Izzy would keep it quiet from the crew, who are only just now starting to follow Stede as the captain. Ricky needs to be shown here wanting to end piracy, and interacting with Zheng. After the moonlight kiss, I’d have them holding hands as they walk off. I think maybe Lucius would want to leave the ship here. The Swede and Buttons are gone already, and it makes sense for Lucius to want to leave but Black Pete to want to stay. They’ll both still be on board here though.

Episode 6: Calypso’s Birthday will be the plot for 7/8.

What I’d change: let me preface this by saying I haven’t worked Zheng’s plot fixes out fully. But. If we’re moving this to the next two episodes, something has to happen here. I’d keep the bit with the guilt room and with Ed giving away treasure to the urchins saying don’t be pirates, but have him say more in front of Stede about how piracy is bad for specific reasons that Stede just doesn’t clock as Ed wanting to stop. I think the plot will be along the lines of Stede engaging in more piracy. Ed will quietly be struggling with the fact that Stede is becoming a more and more proficient pirate in his own way, Ed himself not wanting to pirate anymore, and his tentative new relationship with the captain of a ship he is definitely not wanted on by anyone other than Stede. Zheng needs to interact with Ricky here about him wanting to end piracy. Izzy is a good first mate here but he’s still drinking. Lucius may start to parallel that here. Former first mate Frenchie picks up the slack and falls into a leadership role when Izzy is struggling too much, and this is eventually gonna cause him to have to deal with his trauma that’s bottled up, when he has to talk to Izzy about clearly not handling his own. Eventually, things will come to a head with the crew not wanting Ed on board. It becomes an “us vs him” thing with the crew threatening to leave if Es doesn’t. Stede will try to smooth things over but Ed will interrupt and say don’t bother, he’s leaving. He doesn’t know who he is but at least fisherman would be better than pirate. Episode ends with Stede heartbroken and Ed going off to fish in something that isn’t his leathers, so he wouldn’t be recognizable from a distance. Low pinpoints Stede’s ship but doesn’t see Ed on it, and plans to bait him out by boarding and torturing the crew.

Episodes 7-8: Nope. I’d keep almost none of this.

What I’d change: This part is also still rough and I need to flesh it out a bit more, BUT: Calypso’s birthday would be episode 7. The crew would wanna party but also wanna cheer up their sulking captain. They’re glad Ed is gone. Izzy is a good first mate here but still drinking. He encourages the party to Stede who agrees. They’re spending Ed’s treasure that he’s left, turning the poison into positivity by getting rid of the bad memories the Kraken Crew has of obtaining it. Stede and Izzy bond a lot here. Ned Low does interrupt the party (I think maybe he’s also “working” with Ricky but not really, he has his own agenda) planning to bait Ed back. The scene in Stede’s quarters would be Izzy and Stede, not Ed and Stede. Once again the crew are suffering for Ed’s actions, and THAT is how Ed can atone for it. He can save them, probably with the help of Zheng who he’ll have met when he goes off to be a fisherman. So there’s some camaraderie going there. Also, with help from Lucius and Black Pete, who will have to trust him in order to save the crew/themselves. Stede will be the one to kill Ned Low, and he and Ed will still impulsively sleep together as a coping mechanism at the end of episode 8. Izzy is still alive and well (though still drinking a lot; and I think this could be a key to Frenchie having to confront trauma instead of locking it in the box), and things aren’t smoothed out with Ed and Izzy yet, that’s for next season, Ed has ACTUALLY done something to earn the crew’s trust back, and it appears to be a happy enough ending for Ed and Stede. Also, IF Ed says “I love you”, Stede is GONNA say “I love you too” because WTAF was that in the show?! But I’d end the season with La Vie en Rose and fireworks, Izzy happy and celebrating with the crew, a happy moment for Ed/Stede, the antagonist defeated, and Ed actually having atoned for his previous actions.

All of this is rough, but it’s my original thoughts. If anyone wants to use the base of this to write a fix-it fic, go for it. I may do it myself if I can find the time between work writing responsibilities.

#ofmd spoilers #ofmd fix-it #ofmd #ofmd season 2 #ofmd season 2 spoilers #izzy hands #Ed teach #stede bonnet #Lucius spriggs #the crew of the revenge #ofmd fanfic #someone please fix this I don’t really have the time but this would work so much better #ouizzy #gentlebeard #zheng yi sao #david jenkins

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thomasisaslut · 9 months

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Draco Malfoy x F!Reader

First Time?

Word count: 2.4k

Includes— Loss of Virginity, Blow jobs, Fingering, Hair pulling.

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Brewing your antidote for common poisons potion was a simple task, even if you boyfriend—Draco Malfoy—of one year was standing directly beside you working on his own version it was a fairy simple task. You have always excelled at potions and one as simple as this was no big issue.

Your potions fade from a dark blue navy color to vibrant teal, at that moment you knew your potion was finished.

"Professor Slughorn!" You say from across the room.

His head turns you, "Yes? Ms. [Last Name]?"

"I have finished my potion sir."

He smiles, "Brilliant! Place it when cooled and bottled on my desk." He states before turning back to the Gryffindor student he was helping.

Draco nudges your shoulder, "Good job, princess." He smirks then returns to his potion.

Around 5 minutes pass and you bottle your cooled potion, after placing it on Professor Slughorn's desk you stride back to your desk beside Draco.

"Need any help with that, Dray?" You ask, looking at his potion that was a sky blue, way off from the goal color. He nods.

You begin to help your boyfriend with his potion, explaining to him what he did wrong and how he can recover the brew before class ends. Upon fixing the potion the Hufflepuff boy beside him knocks his arm, causing the entire bottle of powdered unicorn horn to fall into the brew—you quickly move Draco out of the way as the brew explodes. Once the potion has settled down your clothes are slightly burnt and a total mess.

"Merlin- Are you alright, love?" He asks, taking a small rag and wiping the soot of your face. You nod but he examines your face anyway.

"Alright.." Draco says before turning to the Hufflepuff boy and glaring at him. He demands an apology for ruining his brew and your clothes, the Hufflepuff—obviously scared of the Malfoy—apologizes for both reasons. Draco then turns back to you.

"Are you certain you're alright?" He asks, clearly concern.

You giggle a bit before coughing up a bit more smoke and nodding.

"Yes, just a bit..." You look down to your white—now stained with soot clothes before finishing your sentence. "A bit messy..."

He chuckles, "We'll clean up in the dorm?" He says, placing his larger Slytherin robe on your smaller figure.

"But we still have class-" Before you could finish your sentence Professor Slughorn interrupts you.

"You two may leave, Ms. [Last Name] I'll have your potion graded by tonight, Mr. Malfoy you can return at the end of the day to begin a new batch?" He offers with a smile.

"No credit will be taken off for the mistake."

He was much nicer than Professor Snape.

"Yes, thank you, Professor." You say before grabbing your bag then your boyfriends hand and leaving the potions classroom.

On the walk back to the Slytherin dorms you can't help but notice Draco seems anxious, so you speak.

"Are you alright, Dray?" You ask, now concern for him.

He nods. "I'm just worried, are you sure you aren't injured? Even just a bit?" His eyebrows furrowed, still completely nervous for your well-being.

You giggle a bit before nodding, finally he understands that you're completely fine and instead—just a bit messy.

Eventually the two of you reach the Slytherin dorms, even if you were in the dungeons to begin with it took a while to get there. Walking in you and Draco head to the girls side of the dorm then to your small room inside of the dormitory.

"Would you like me to leave? For privacy?" Draco asks once inside of the smaller dorm room.

You shake your head no, walking to your large standing dresser, it was black with a small Slytherin symbol on the side of it—it truly matched you.

"Are you certain?" He asks again.

"Yes, Draco, I'm positive." You look over your shoulder to smile at him, he's standing awkwardly by the door.

"I promise I don't bite, love." You giggle then go back to searching for another white dress shirt—along with a new Slytherin tie, skirt, and robe. You groan, not finding any.

"Something wrong, princess?" He asks.

"I have no other shirts, Dray." You frown at your empty dresser.

"You could wear one of mine?" He suggests.

You ponder for a moment before speaking.

"Alright."

He nods then the two of you make your way to the boy's side of the Slytherin dormitory. Once there Draco leads you to his dresser—the same design as yours was—pulling out a white dress shirt and handing it to you. You smile then begin to take off your filthy tie, once that is off you strip off the stained black white shirt, then you move to your tights, and then, finally your dark green and black plaid skirt. When removing your clothes you can't help but feel your boyfriends gaze, when you glance towards him you see his eyes filled with pure lust. He notices your eyes and instantly looks away, his cheeks now flushed.

"Sorry" he mutters, his gaze completely locked on the hard wood floor.

You giggle then move closer to him, tilting his head up with your finger cupping his jaw.

"Don't worry about it, Dray." You smirk.

You notice his cheeks are a deep red now, his eyes flicking from your eyes to your breasts that are held in a dark green lace bra.

"You're very beautiful like this, my love..." He says, staring at your eyes—his cheeks completely flushed as he stutters over his words.

"Why thank you." You say, still smirking. An idea then comes to you. Before speaking you watch as his eyes scan your body from head to toe.

"My love."

His eyes snap back up to meet yours.

"Yes?" He asks, still flustered.

Without another word you tilt his head up a bit more before pecking his lips, but that small kiss soon fades into a deep and passionate one. Your hands meet his pecs and you push him back onto his bed—breaking the kiss.

"[First Name]? What are you planning?" He asks a bit nervously but you hear a hint of excitement, and you see it too as you look as his bulge.

You don't say anything as you move to straddle him.

"Princess, what are you doing?" He asks as his hands practically fly to your hips.

"I'm sure you know." You say teasingly as you rock against him, you feel him grow larger.

"Wait- Princess..."

You stop your movements and go to slide off him when he stops you.

"I.. It would be my first time."

You smile and kiss him,

"It'd be mine as well, love."

You see him smile then he flips your positions.

"Then... let's continue?" He smirks, now pinning you to the bed with one hand.

With those words you begin to feel a sudden rush of wetness at your core.

You nod—truly eager for him.

He nods in return before using his free hand to trail down your already stripped body.

"So beautiful..." He mutters before connecting his lips to your neck.

He's kissed you there before, but never for sex—it excited you even more. He moves his kisses to your jawline then to under your ear, nibbling and marking your neck in deep red and purple love bites—practically littering your neck with hickeys. While he continues to mark your jaw and other bits his hand begins to trail down your neck to your breasts, wrapping his hand around your back he unclasps the lace bra and throws it somewhere behind him.

The cold air hits your nipples and they become hard little nubs, he uses his index and middle finger to begin toying with them. Whimpers pass your lips and his smirks widens.

"You like that, princess? Well prepare for more." He says before pinching your left nipple—drawing a loud moan from your throat, he smirks and does the same exact thing to your right side.

Draco continues to play with your nipples as he marks your neck—now becoming more dominant with his bites, leaving marks of his teeth ingrained on your soft skin. You can tell he's much more comfortable with the situation now.

"I want to feel you." You says, pleading as you try to move your hands from his own.

"Later, princess." He says then holds onto your wrists tighter—his grip now firm and unbreakable.

He then releases your nipple and begins to trail his hand from the hard nub down to your lower half.

"Mind if I take these off" Draco asks, his deep tone husky and alluring as he motions to the dark green panties that were matching with your bra. You nod and lift your hips, he hooks his index finger in the waistline then throws them off of your legs—they land somewhere by your bra—at least they're together.

You are snapped out of your thoughts as you feel his middle finger stroke your clit. You moan and look at his eyes, his gaze filled with the same lust as before.

He smirks from your reaction the rubs again, it was nothing like when you touch yourself—it was so much more intimate.

More moans are drawn from your throat as he moves his finger to your folds, inserting a finger into your tight cunt. He then begins to slide it in and out.

"You like that, princess?" He asks, clearly amused by your sounds.

Knowing your words would betray you-you simply nod. But at that he withdraws his finger.

"I need words, baby, or I won't continue."

He's such a tease.

"Yes! Please, I need more..." You plea.

"More? Are you sure you can take two of my fingers, princess?" He teases.

"Dray!" You whine. "I can take it, please!" You beg.

He grins before obliging, he thrusts two of his fingers into your folds before quickening his pace, curling his fingers inside of you to withdraw loud whimpers and other sounds from your throat. You try to wiggle your hands out of his tight hold but you fail—more moans flood out of your mouth as he inserts a third finger, now scissoring your wet cunt.

"Draco!" You moan loudly as you feel your climax approaching, but before it does he slides his fingers out of your pussy.

"Why did you-"

He cuts you off, "I can't have you cum without me, princess."

You whine but nod, he releases your wrists and speaks again.

"Strip me, [First Name]."

You do as told instantly, your hands fly to his tie, pulling him closer for a kiss while your hands remove his tie, you then unbutton his white dress shirt—luckily his robe is already off—you then move your hands to his belt, quickly undoing the buckles and sliding out of his black dress pants. Once the belt is gone you unzip the pants and slide then down, revealing his grey boxers that have been soaked with his pre-cum. You smirk up at him while he stands at the edge of the bed.

You have another idea.

Quickly you slide his briefs down, his large and hard cock throbbing before you.

"Princess-" You cut him off while kissing him, your hand pumping his leaking dick. He moans into the kiss, moving his hand to your hair and grasping it tightly to deepen the kiss. Biting on his lower lip he opens his mouth—your tongues now colliding in a wet, sloppy kiss. Breaking away from the kiss you hand doesn't stop stroking him, even when you stand.

"Sit on the bed, Draco." You demand, your tone lustful.

He nods and sits, once he has sat you sink to your knees before him and then you begin to pump his bulging cock again, drawing deep moans from Draco. You then bring your lips to his inner thighs, kissing and nibbling on them before pecking the tip of his erect cock.

"Be gentle, princess..." He moans, his hands clutching onto the sheets as you take the head of his penis into your warm mouth, you then flick your tongue over the slit of his cock—drawing more pre-cum into your mouth—you swallow it before taking him in deeper. His entire 6-inch now lodged into your throat as you moan around him.

"You're feel so good, love..." He whimpers then moves his hands to your scalp, holding onto your hair tightly as your nose hits his crotch area.

You then begin to bob your head.

"P-Princess..." He whimpers. "I'm close..." You smirk and remove your lips from his cock.

"Why did you-"

"I can't have you cum without me, Dray." You mock.

He chuckles then moves his hands under your armpits, throwing you onto the mattress and then moving over you again, his heads resting by your head.

"Are you ready for me, my love?"

You nod,

"Yes, Draco.."

With those two words he angles his cock at your entrance before slamming into you, his entire cock thrusted into your wet cunt. You moan loudly, he does at the same time. He then begins to move slowly, letting you adjust to the size.

"Go.. faster..." You say in between whimpers.

He nods and quickens his thrusts into your pussy, moaning with each pound.

"You take me so well, princess..." He groans then continues to propelling into you, hitting your cervix with every push.

"So close, can you take it."

"Inside, please..." You beg, wanting to feel his release deep inside of you.

He nods and continues to ram into you, his pace as quick as he could go—slamming into your cunt one final time before he cums, your pussy now filled with his seed. He notices your release hasn't come yet and he continues to ride through his orgasm.

"Draco!" You shout as your cunt squirts—your release arriving.

He smiles, sliding out of you—you can feel his cum on your thighs as it leaks from your pussy.

"You were so good for me, princess." He kisses your temple, laying beside you on his dorm bed—wrapping his arms around you in a tight embrace.

You nod and rest against him, completely spent. Your eyes begin to flutter shut.

"Sleep, my love. You did amazing..." He kisses your forehead as you drift off into sleep.

He soon does the same, the two of you intertwined on his bed after you shared your first time together.

#draco malfoy #draco x slytherin!reader #draco smut #draco x reader #draco x you #harry potter #harry potter smut

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imreadydollparts · 1 year

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Derusting tutorial! -Ish.....

This is one of those things that I would like to make a video of but I just can’t do videos.

Sometimes you know a pony has rust inside because you can see rust coming out of the base of the tail, turning the hair that distinctive ruddy orange.

Sometimes it’s seeing discoloration from the outside.

Sometimes it’s rust or black mildew visible in the rooting holes on the mane.

And sometimes, there’s a rattle when you shake them that sounds like sand or a handful of little rocks.

That’s the tail washer having disintegrated.

Sea Breeze had everything but visible rust seeping out of her tail hole.

I popped her head off (she was cooperative! I always appreciate that), pulled out her tail, and took a look inside.

It’s difficult to get photos inside a pony with my phone, but you can see she’s pretty evenly coated with black mildew, rust, and some rusty chunks of metal here and there from her tail washer.

So! Here’s how I fix this.

I put the pony in a plastic container just big enough that they can fully lie down in with their head off, and deep enough that you can fully submerge them.

I only use these containers (which I thrifted and they were really gross at the time, but ponies aren’t the only gross things I like to clean) for derusting ponies and soaking doll/pony clothes.

These are not exact measurements, I just happen to have an old baby formula scoop in my Oxy Clean, but toss about a tbl/1 oz of Oxy Clean in there.

And add boiling hot water. You do need hot water. It’ll help kill off anything living inside the body and you need the body to be as soft and malleable as possible throughout this process.

The tools I use most often to scrub rust and mildew out of ponies is a toothbrush that I’ve cut the bristles shorter on (this allows it to get into the legs without the bristles ending up bent and useless), and long-handled cotton swabs.

I like to squish the head with the toothbrush to make sure it’s all full of Oxy water, and will flip the body after it’s been in there for a moment so that every bit of ick is coated and the hot water can start working it loose from the vinyl.

I can’t take photos of this part of the process because I need both hands, but you put on some gloves, pick up your pony, and start scrubbing.

Scrub inside the head, scrub the roots of the hair both inside and out if you need to, scrub all around and inside the body squishing and pulling and scrunching so you can get into every little crevice and dislodge that grime.

If you’re lucky it’ll all come off without having left rust stains behind.

Rinse them out every time they start to cool and become harder, then toss them back into the hot Oxy soak to soften again.

Keep scrubbing with the toothbrush and rinsing until everything you can get off is off. You may need a swab to get into the tips of their hooves (very helpful if they’re hot and soft as can be for the legs), ears, noses, unicorn horns, and if they’re a pegasus, scrunch them up really well and get into the tips of their wings with cotton swabs.

If you have mildew coming out of the rooting holes, don’t forget to part the mane and scrub the vinyl between the rows.

Also don’t forget to do that if you’re deflocking.

All clean!

About the tail...

I prefer bar soap for this part. It’s about control, since liquid soap is drippy.

You’ll also need more Oxy Clean which acts like a scouring powder, here.

What I do is split the tail so it lies flat, then wet the toothbrush, scrub up a little of the bar soap (again, this bar of soap is ONLY used for this so I don’t have to worry about it being rusty or gross), dip it into the Oxy Clean to pick up some powder, and scrub.

Like before, keep repeating this process of scrubbing, picking up soap and Oxy Clean, and rinsing until the rust is gone. I like to take a paper towel and wipe up the rusty yuck water on the counter every time I rinse the tail, too. Luckily Sea Breeze’s tail crimp wasn’t rusty.

And that’s it! It does take some time, more or less depending on how bad off the pony is.

Oxy Clean is rough on the hair, so you will need to condition their hair before restyling.

There is still some mildew grime in the rooting holes. There’s no way to get in there to scrub it all out without removing the hair. The long, hot Oxy soak will help to kill it off, at least.

#tutorial #my little pony #mlp g1 #doll repair #toy repair #toy restoration #rustbutt #tail rust

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sundry-whovengerslocked · 3 months

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Snow and Dirty Rain (Merlin)

Richard Silken, "Snow and Dirty Rain" // BBC Merlin

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

it's finally here! the fourth and final part!!!

this one was hard, I had the most trouble with the last three pictures. I really wanted to include Elena and Mithian as well as Geoffrey, but they just... didn't really fit. it was objectively awful. sorry for that. so I reached out to @shana-rosee , and they threw me a few ideas! it was their call to have Geoffrey last - and they might not have realized it, but it turned out great for the symbolism, as I'll point out below. so thank you for that! (/gen) but yeah, today it was just bugging me and I NEEDED to get it done, and I think it turned out pretty good!

so the first image is alluding to part 3, where the line "if this isn't a kingdom, i don't know what is" is assigned to Arthur. for "the hunter's heart" I had the unicorn horn, because it showed that Arthur was pure of heart. for "the hunter's mouth" I had Leon, (yay! Leon!) because he's Arthur's advisor, and speaks for him.

I was DETERMINED to get Leon, Hunith, and Gaius in this one, and I'm so glad I did.

Tristan and Isolde have their line to represent, honestly, what they did in the show - a reflection of Merlin and Arthur, and how their great love (filled with magic, secrets, and war), ends in tragedy.

Hunith and Gaius are there to represent "the space between the trees", as they are Merlin's sanctuary, his parental figures, the ones who know about his magic and love him - not in spite of, but for it. and of course I had to have Gaius casting a spell for the gold line!

for the last three, it got a little complicated, but I figured it out.

for "the words frozen," I did the moment that Arthur and Merlin became officially forever connected - when Uther assigned Merlin as Arthur's servant after he saved his life. the knife in the throne, the speechless moment that followed.

for "the creatures frozen.", I had the most difficult time with. Shana suggested the Lamia, which was a great idea, but I didn't think that it quite fit with the rest. so instead, I did Dragoon at Camlann. that lightning is the moment that even a fraction of Merlin's true power is shown. Dragoon is representative of Merlin being allowed to be his true self, and the consequences that come with it. Merlin can literally freeze creatures using his words - a la spells, or, more fitting, dragonspeak. people also freeze in terror or awe at the very mention of the name Emrys. so yeah, I think it worked out quite well!

and lastly, for "Explaining will get us nowhere." as i said, Shana suggested Geoffrey here, likely because of his love of the library. that reason was actually why I considered putting him under "the words frozen," but I realized putting him last was much better. why?

well, because Geoffrey of Monmouth was a real person. who, you ask, exactly is he? well, just "one of the major figures in the development of British historiography and the popularity of tales of King Arthur." yeah, in case you didn't know, Geoffrey the record keeper in BBC Merlin was an allusion to the man who helped carry Arthur's tale throughout the years.

so, why "explaining will get us nowhere?" well, because, if you accept BBC's Merlin as the true canon, then Geoffrey recorded it wrong! lol.

(in line with this, if you haven't read it already, go read @katherynefromphilly 's We Begin Again series. it's absolutely incredible, well worth the long read, and will leave you wanting more! in a good way, I promise. in it, Merlin in the present day goes out of his way to fix everything history got wrong, and it's incredible. also I distinctly remember there being fish in little pond things indoors, which was a super cute detail.)

so, that's the last of my Snow and Dirty Rain/Merlin series. I went a little overboard explaining things, but it was just so fun finding and linking the symbolism!! I hope you all enjoyed!

(p.s. I'm planning to make more of Snow and Dirty Rain, but with twelveclara/whouffaldi from Doctor Who. if you're interested in that or other things I make, check out my richard siken or original post tags in my blog.)

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zaksdolls · 1 year

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I was commissioned to repaint a Rainbow High Pacific Coast Bella Parker into a unicorn inspired by this make up look by @sarahc_29.

As per usual, whenever I think something is relatively simple to do, it proceeds to kick my butt. There was so much fixing on my end.

A lot of the shimmer and color shifting effects from the paints I used were unfortunately lost with the MSC. It's still shimmery in person, but sadly not as much as it could have been if I had planned things better.

Having my own Bella nearby was extremely helpful, since I kept mixing my paints on the colder end of the spectrum. They also wanted an emphasis on pink and less purples compared to the inspiration photo. I still felt it needed some purple hues in there to bring the pink and blue together, so I added them around her eyes. I admit the magenta got a bit away from me, but at least it's also present in the lips so it's somewhat balanced. In order to bring in the gold of the horn onto the rest of the face, I added a thin line of gold make up around her eyes and dusted shimmery rose gold mica powder to further warm her face and spread that gold tinge around.

As always, in the end I can see where I could have and should have done something different. But I'm still pretty happy with the final outcome especially considering all the obstacles that have arisen in my personal life the last few months.

On to the next!

#dolls #face up #repaint #doll repaint #rainbow high #bella parker #unicorn

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greyhound-with-a-mega-wizard-hat · 5 months

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The Necromancer and the Martyr: The Ritual

Content warning: animal death, child death, blood

How long had it been since Rose had seen Thorn?

He could not quite remember. 10 years? 50? 100? He found that after a while, they started to blend together. 'No matter', he thought to himself, 'I shall see her soon enough'.

Rose looked to the table where Thorn's lifeless form lay, looking as troubled as she had in life. The shadows gave her face a dull, grey colour, as though they had sucked all the colour and life out of her.

Gazing across the room, Rose decided that it did not look very inviting. He had not bothered to place any candles, finding that his eyes had adjusted to the dark very quickly when he had moved into the Naesbury mines. The rough stone walls of the mine were a far cry from the forests that Thorn had been accustomed to in life. There was nothing Rose could do about the walls, but he could fix the light. Coinciding with Rose's will, a warm light filled the room, emanating from the far left corner.

"That's better", Rose muttered to himself, "much more inviting for Thorn to wake up to".

Solemnly, Rose checked his preparations for the spell:

Thorn's personal items

Rose checked the table. Yes, they were all there. Thorn was wearing her armour, her sword was in its scabbard at her waist. Finally, in her arms was her locket, with a photo of her and Rose inside. In the photo, Rose had his arm around her shoulder, beaming happily. Thorn however, looked as serious and stern as she always did.

"Hard to believe that's the happiest I ever saw you, hey Thorn?" Rose said with a sad smile

2. Blood for Thorn's empty veins

Rose checked the tubes that connected the blood bag to Thorn's veins. It was secure. Next he checked the unicorn, locked in its cage behind the table. The creature was sleeping peacefully under Rose's enchantment, it wouldn't feel a thing.

3. A tribute to Vyvteus, god of death

Turning swiftly from the room, Rose marched down the tunnels, deeper into the mine. Finally, he came upon his 'tribute'. The child cowered in fear at Rose's approach. Roughly, Rose lifted the child and threw it over his shoulder, holding it in place with his tentacles. The child started to cry and mewl for its mother. Irritated, Rose wrapped a tentacle around its mouth, muffling the child's pitiful cries.

He would have no mercy for this creature. It's ancestor had taken Thorn away, and while the true culprit was long dead, Rose could at least have his revenge on her spawn.

At last, he returned to the room where Thorn lay dead. Rose dumped the child onto the floor, and commanded the stone to hold it in place. With the child restrained, Rose could start the ceremony proper. However, he hesitated. It occurred to him just how much he had changed since he last saw Thorn, and thought it prudent if he looked the way she remembered.

Picking up the photo again, Rose studied his former face and body. So much smaller, and with far fewer limbs, eyes, and horns as he had now. A different colour too, where now his flesh was as grey as slate, it had once been an earthy brown. Rose rearranged his body accordingly, his flesh and bones distorting and warping to resemble the man he'd once been, his flesh and eyes returning to a human colour.

Now, he was finally, and truly ready to see his beloved Thorn again.

Rose turned to face the child, cowering at his feet. In the words of the True Tongue, Rose whispered his prayer.

"O mighty Vyvteus. Take what is yours and give me what is mine. This child's soul for Thorn's. This is my plea, this is my demand."

A long, sharp dagger appeared in Rose's hand as the child pitched forwards, dead. Now Rose needed to act quickly, lest Thorn's soul exit her still corpse.

Walking purposefully, Rose approached the unicorn's cage. It lay sleeping peacefully on the ground, it's dainty neck exposed. Rose knelt next to it, and in one swift motion, slit it's throat. No blood flowed from the wound, no blood soiled the blade of the dagger. Rose glanced towards the blood bag, and saw that it was now full.

Blood drained from the bag and into Thorn's veins, though the amount of blood in the bag did not start to decrease for several hours after the ritual. Rose watched attentively as the blood drained, never resting, never blinking. Finally, when the bag was empty, Rose moved from where he was cradling the unicorn's lifeless head, and approached the table with trepidation.

Rose stood over the table, watching the colour return to Thorn's skin. Her silvery scars stood in stark contrast to her dark, short hair, and her rough tanned skin.

After what seemed to be an eon, Thorn finally opened her dark green eyes, and started straight at Rose.

[Part 2]

#tw blood #tw animal death #tw child death #the necromancer and the martyr #will try to write some more at some point - hopefully a backstory for Thorn and what happens when she wakes up

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evilhelperbutnotmean · 5 months

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My to-do list as an Evil Helper! ^^

0: Clean up shattered beakers (note: get stronger beakers)

0: Practice unicorn horn trimming

0: get the parts for the cool robot cages

0: fix my goggles from the last experiment (almost shattered the lenses :[ )

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About Helper

Name: Helper Ross (only Fleur calls them Ross, and only every now and then)

Age: unknown, atleast 17 (i made Assistant younger in this AU jsyk :3)

Gender: Gender non conforming, any pronouns other than she

Sexuality: BOY KISSER 🫵‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Favorite animal: Leaf slug/Sea Sheep

Appearance: made by me!

Funfacts about Helper

Their hair grows the same speed as in the original AU, Helper just keeps it in a bun like Fleur does (was showed how by her)

Extremely scared of fire (same in the original AU)

Undiagnosed adhd and autism, but here their special interests are sea life, magic, and weather!

Still struggles with weight gain and maintaining weight due to a very fast metabolism, also keeps a bag of snacks on them :)

Heavy fucking sleeper- but still an insomniac that’s unhealthily dependent on caffeine

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Things in Helpers backpack

Snacks!

Spare beakers

First aid kits

Unicorn horn and hoof clippings

Fairy dust (for emergency escaped if needed)

#evilblr #intro post #Helper lore #Helpers hibernation #Helper being helped

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cyhaitham · 7 months

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ok actual species notes for my idea of equestria's ponies:: unicorns are tall and (normally, not always ofc its just like the species standard) slim bearded fluffy hooves ofc long tails horns can be straight curved/curled, etc. straight is the standard or with a slight curve, as a totally curved horn that faces down is dangerous and tricky to do magic with. there are certain horn-straightening therapies you can try to fix it, but a lot of unicorns choose not to because it can take a long time and be painful often fur has white markings, again not always depends on genes but this is generally sought after to retain a sort of regal elegant look. thick fur on chests like a lion, carried over from when they lived in equestria's mountains, evolution just never really got rid of it. this can make it very hot for unicorns in the summer fluffy ears they have an instinct to like burrow. you know. umm ok i think thats it pegasi are tiny with skinny legs and hooves, they have slight hoof fluff also. their wings are typically way bigger in comparison to their bodies, which is specifically evolved to be aerodynamic. they have normal tails, not the like, mop-ones unicorns have. sharp fangs cus theyre predators like hawks, though this is mostly for sport only and they still mantain an herbivore diet. they just have an instinct to stalk prey and are very good at being sneaky since their hoofsteps dont make lots of noise also have an instinct to prune their feathers their ears have lots of muscle and they can move them very freely like rabbits. excellent eyesight and hearing super strong back muscles of course to accommodate their large wingspans

^ example. their legs arent like, sticks, but theyre pretty thin when compared to that of unicorns and earth ponies, WHICH earth ponies are the muscle of all the pony races. evolved to the terrain of mountains and such (not as high up are unicorns) and have very strong, thick hooves, esp their back ones which are much bigger compared to their front as those are their kicking/bucking legs. extreme strength, of course. not super tall, but theyre inbetween pegasi and unicorns so fair height. but theyre very muscular so you wouldnt want to fuck with them. they also have strong jutting chests akin to that of like, twilight after she becomes an alicorn also strong, good hearing, but their real talent is their smell. they have pointed front hooves, sharp, too, for digging which is something they have an instinctual need to do and is soothing very good smell, you can often find an earth pony with their nose to the ground for miles if they catch a scent. they prefer hot weather because they have very little fur to insulate them from the cold Uhmmm okay yea. Alicorns, depending on the species they were before, will only obtain some of the traits of the other two. i can explain that in a different post but i wanted to talk about genes rq SO let's say an earth pony and unicorn have a foal. oftentimes that foal will have certain traits of each parent, so you'll often see, say, a pegasus with a beard, or a unicorn with big thick hooves, earth pony with a long tail and a chest mane. so that earth pony and unicorn couple, could have a pure earth pony, unicorn, or a foal with traits of both. Sometimes a non-unicorn with a unicorn parent will even emit their own magical signature despite not possessing any! ANYWAY OK IM DONE NOW i hope this was somewhat interesting

#89 #mlp #I should tag these........#wolf's ponyverse #long post

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konphair · 1 year

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~ Basics: Sentient Races ~

As it stands, here is the super bare-bones list of every sentient people living on Konphair! This list excepts individuals (such as spirits, gods, deities, etc.) and further classifications (they all have variant species separate from their genus. This is a list of genuses, separated into their families, and all sharing the same order. However, do note that this is how we would classify them, not how they would classify themselves) VERY long post so I’m gonna keep everything under the cut!

A couple important notes that I’m going to cover about races now and not touch on again: - This list only covers anatomy/bio basics and, like, maybe an additional important fun fact or two. I’m going to make a more in-depth post for each of them covering more biology, culture, origin, and the like. These descriptions are going to sound a whole lot like describing animals, but every genus here is fully intelligent. - On that note! Races in Konphair function a little different to races on Earth, considering they don’t mean the same thing, like in a d&d setting. Every race is a different animal entirely that also happens to be intelligent. Due to shared origins, needs, instincts, etc., members of the same race tend to group together to form mono-genus civilizations and cultures intrinsic to the race itself. This is not always the case (diverse cities, mixed cultures, and completely unique beliefs are all common), but it is a phenomenon that happens a lot. I.e., there exists a ‘dragon place’ and a ‘gryphon place’ and a ‘unicorn place’. - And on the note of Earth, as you can probably tell, I’ve pulled both inspiration and entire concepts from all over real-world mythos. However, only the names and appearances of these creatures have been kept. All bio and customs and suchlike are my own creation, as much as I can manage. I’ve used the name Kirin, for example, because the race it describes are scaly, horned equines. This is exclusively for ease of use referring to each race, and does not at all resemble what they are actually called in canon languages or attempt to associate any non-cosmetic details with their mythology counterparts. - In other words, this is all just for fantasy fun, and nothing is meant to represent anything or anyone on Earth. If something is accidentally really offensive and I didn’t catch it, please politely let me know or discuss with me through PMs. - Yeah they all lay eggs. Yes the 'mammals’ too. What r u gonna do about it Now, all the gunky clarification aside, here’s the people of Dynasty!

(A scanned copy of That One Time I listed and doodled all their basic anatomy. There’s a couple typos, but I don’t currently have the paper to fix them. ‘Lindrakes’, ‘Kerwyverns’, ‘Dracofeirs’, and ‘Camares’ are made-up names that you won’t find if you look them up. ‘Hypogriff’ is an intentional misspelling of ‘Hippogriff’ to fit better with the ‘Gryphon’ name)

Piscan Family (Fishies) Leviathans - Long, massive, marine-exclusive people, possessing a variety of limbs and enormous fin structures between species, the most fish-like in nature. Amphibious, though with little reason or faculty to traverse land (contact with surface dwellers is not commonplace whatsoever), and omnivorous, prone to eating anything they can graze upon at the ocean floor and sifting through sand beds. Webbed tails, claws, and facial crowns for as effective underwater movement as possible. Although they can share any number of intimate relationships, close bonds, marriages, and the like, they do not reproduce, and instead create huge, democratic communities and civilizations around a local hydra. Hydras - Significantly larger, rarer, and longer-lived beings, characterized most notably by their multiplicity of heads. Each head possesses a different name and personality, though the collective receives a unifying title and shares a common mind. Four limbs, sometimes varying, and smaller, less used fins. Marine-exclusive, well in deep waters, likewise amphibious, but almost never leave their homes for centuries at a time. Omnivorous, consume anything gifted to them. They are responsible for independently birthing both all leviathans and new hydras, the latter through a special nourishment/heating process similar to the raising of ‘queen bee’ eggs. Ninki Nanka - Significantly smaller and more distant leviathan relative. Freshwater-exclusive and almost always land-dwelling for permanent arrangements, though they can safely reside for any amount of time in bodies of water and move much faster through currents than on foot. No fin structures, rather slick, smooth, and heavily coated in mucus for water travel. Always require moisture and some body of water to survive; this leaves them in swamps, wetlands, rainforests, etc., only travelling outside these areas for small amounts of time. Carnivorous, eating large prey whole thanks to stretching jaws and a large throat. All have identical organs and reproduce by, at a certain age, releasing or receiving airborne material. Eggs always laid in numerous clutches in bodies of water for a few to end up surviving, but there exists no cultural expectation to keep the eggs if not desired. Annelid Family (Worms) Wyrms - Beings of enormous magnitude, perceived as psuedo-gods in the same way hydras are, but with a much greater amount of importance and reverence from the world as a whole. Only a couple to a handful on the planet at one time and born with a few pre-fertilized eggs, one or two of which they lay over a lifetime. Dwell solely underground in massive tunnels and community nests, often going into hibernation for years upon years at a time. Body coated in stone-like scutes, unused eyes inlaid beneath flaring scales, mouth made up of three huge, extending jaws, and a throat filled with fire. Only consume rock and other inorganic earthy material and have no necessity for water. Can live longer than any other race, but are usually unseen by the public. Lungs (Reptilian Ancestry) - Large, long-living people who reside in cold, high-altitude regions, built with spiraling bodies that can be used for personal warmth. The only Annelid with fur or horns as well as a commonplace set of four clawed legs, closely likening them to their dragon relatives. Not nearly as rare in any way as hydras or wyrms, but still a grand and impressive sight. Don’t always find a partner or another of their own kind, but when they do, they tend to settle down monogamously and are capable of producing a few eggs. Not always entirely isolated, but almost never create lung-based civilizations, preferring to adapt into a mixed city if at all. Herbivorous, with powerful crushing jaws for eating huge swathes of fruit or vegetables at a time. Survivors of the winter. Salamanders (Distant Piscan Ancestry) - Many-legged, smaller underground annelids that spend the majority of their time deep in the earth or in moist regions. Unlike Ninki Nanka, their nearest relative, most of the water content they require can be created themselves or collected infrequently at large pools and water bodies. Nearly always coated in a mucus layer and will soften up and muddy the ground around them as they create tunnels. Infrequently form permanent bonds, instead gather in nesting groups to lay a swathe of eggs in one cavern before moving on. One of the only races to commune with wyrms, often serving as messengers between the will of the wyrms and the rest of the world. Lindwurms (Reptilian Ancestry, Close Amphiptere Relation) - Has a lindrake variant which lacks wings. Nearly the smallest race on Konphair, second only to Amphipteres; tiny, forest and woodland-based people who form huge city networks in treetops, trunks, and any organic material they can hollow out. Some of the largest metropolis-adjacent civilizations in the world, territory often spanning behemoth plots of land thanks to a distinct minority of other races who populate densely wooded areas. Gliders (and the first of this list with wings thus far, wyvern-like and serving as taloned forelimbs when down), incapable of long-term flight, but tend to do most movement climbing, running, or jumping. Can ‘puff up’ to appear larger than they are. Fruitarians and insectivores, often gathering as much food as possible at once and slowly sharing it over a certain period of time. Having children, partners, and a growing population is immensely important, and although only two are required to reproduce, they often group into large polyamorous bands that will readily accept new members and raise a family as a collective. The only race in Konphair which can mate with another genus and create another copy of itself rather than a hybrid (lindwurm & amphiptere parents will produce either a lindwurm or amphiptere). Amphipteres (Avian Ancestry, Close Lindwurm Relation) - Share diet, reproduction, biological needs, basic anatomy, and civilizations with lindwurms. Feathery, soft, and sharper-toothed than their scaled counterparts. Frequently do more of the hunting rather than gathering in smaller city systems and villages. Reptilian Family (Lizards) Dragons - Has a drake variant which lacks wings. Tall, horned, heavily scaled people that often exhibit fur around the head, neck, and keel, with occasional patches closer to a powerful, prehensile tail. Heavy but with hollow, gas-filled bones and large leathery wings that fold in at the shoulder. Four clawed legs, back more powerful for lifting off. Excellent fliers, though reside on the ground in dry climates and build up high architecture for air travel. Complete carnivores, consuming all bone and cartilage whole, as well as stone material to crush and digest these parts. All rock is, eventually, converted into methane and moved into the mouth for fire-breathing. Highly bird-like organs, including reproductive, proving to make sexing extremely difficult. Require two individuals to produce eggs and usually join in monogamous relationships, but it is exceptionally commonplace to go through many partners before settling down. Wyverns - Huge, especially long-lived, isolated beings, continuously growing over their lifespan until they are immensely larger than lungs. No horns but stronger scales than dragons. Largest wings of any race, leathery and joined to the fore ankles with talons for grasping. Capable of flight, but after passing a certain age and weight, it becomes more of a hassle than it is worthwhile. Hefty back legs, though frequently go unused, and extended, slender tail much like a whip. Live in extremely warm, arid environments in mountain ranges or rock nests, virtually never interacting with both others wyverns and other races. Will, if they so chose, briefly track down another long enough to mate, but promptly depart afterwards whether or not they bring the clutch with them. Consume exclusively meat and can digest bone matter, no rock necessary. Can brew smoke and embers from their chests and throats but lack the ability to spew real fire. Kerwyverns - Far smaller wyverns descendants with a more upright posture and lighter structure. Much closer in body type to dragons, but with the same wings, talons, tail, and lifetime growth as their parent genus. Likewise non-horned and thick-scaled. Proficient fliers, spending the most time of any reptilian or reptilian-adjacent genus in the air. Carnivorous and extremely adept in smoke, smolder, and spark production. Form independent cities but often not whole mono-genus nations, instead either staying individual or requesting to be annexed into larger collectives. Live primarily in rocky, mountainous regions with moderate temperature conditions, but can dwell anywhere from forests to plains. Usually lay eggs with their first partners, but unification and marriage ceremonies are extremely uncommon. Dracofeirs - The smallest of the reptilians, an offshoot of the dragons’ drake variant. The only of the four that are runners and solely ground-based, as well as, though small, bulky and horned for carrying materials. Four strong small-clawed legs for quick movement. Soft, leathery scales but bulky, tough bodies, excellent for moving quietly and unharmed. Omnivores with a carnivorous lean, lacking any trace of fire or smoke completely. Moderate climates preferred, but almost all locations can be suitable; civilizations (and partnering customs) vary wildly between environments, local culture, and community preferences. Large cities and nomadic parties, and anything in between are all fair game. Equine Family (Horsies) Unicorns - One-horned, four-hooved (though separate into claw-like toes) people who are nearly identical in size to dragons, though with a taller and length-wise shorter stature. Dense manes of hair down the back of the neck and puffing out at the end of a furred tail. No scales or chitin whatsoever, rather relying on a thick pelt and skin for protection. Obligate carnivores with some of the biggest ripping-and-tearing teeth of all Konphair’s races, second to members of the mammalian family. Long, sticky tongues for grabbing like those of a giraffe. Skilled runners with practice, but civilians in large cities don’t often use the ability. Live in moderate, verdant areas, preferring woodland, forest, and lush plains. The first in this list capable of using magic, harnessing sorcery through their horns, hooves, and mouth. This arcana is extremely significant to any unicorn society, and those who don’t have the resources to hone their skill are considered unfortunate. Possess sexual organs but cannot reproduce naturally together, instead creating eggs with magic to be fertilized. Partnership is not necessary for offspring, but it is significantly easier to create eggs through sorcery with two or more individuals. Kirin - Slightly resemblant of unicorns, but in no way related to them, instead being classified by their appearance. Shorter and more slender, possessing two horns, a thick, wintery mane which covers the entirety of the neck, and a sweeping broom of tail fur which begins at the base and grows larger all the way to the tip. Scaled along their backs, hips, and faces, though coverage can vary between individuals. Extremely secluded to kirin-based civilizations in frigid, flat environments, very rarely interacting with other races at all. Do not reproduce whatsoever, instead relying solely on their mother spirit, Awnscha (more on the spirits later), for new kirin. Made up entirely of magic from Awnscha’s hands, thereby requiring food only for energy and not survival, as well as capable of changing their bodies at will - such as into solid ice. Small permanent changes to the body are considered perfectly fine, but the form Awnscha has gifted a person is considered largely sacred. Partnerships are uncommon but not unheard of. Survivors of the winter. Qilin (Hybrid Offspring of Dragons and Kirin) - Traditionally, the two races despise each other in a way irreconcilable. However, during a brief burst of a peace attempt, many kirin and dragons joined together and, thanks to kirin magic making them compatible with any peoples if they so choose, ended up producing a new hybrid race entirely. No other kirin hybrid has exceeded a single generation but qilin went on to thrive. Huge, bulky people with a combination of kirin and draconic horns. Heavy, rectangular heads fit with sets of omnivorous teeth and a wide tongue. Massive manes that cover the chest completely, run down the back, and flare out again into the fluffiest tail of any race. Scaled down the back most frequently, but coverage varies wildly (always more than a kirin’s few patches but less than a dragon’s full skin). Muscular legs and big, snowshoe paws for travel; nomadic wanderers that often group together with either other races or more kirin and dragons, interacting occasionally with mono-genus cities but preferring to mingle among mixed civilization. Viable hybrids, meaning that either two qilin or a kirin and a dragon can produce a new qilin. Survivors of the winter. Avian Family (Birds) Gryphons - Large, muscular people covered entirely in feathers aside from a firm beak and talons on all four legs. Fanned, bird-like tails that can open or shut during flight, as well as feathered wings that fold in at the shoulder. Omnivorous, though teeth are extremely small and only for grinding up little foods and pieces. Plumage flares out around the base of the neck then gradually becomes smoother and smaller along the back. Three individuals are required to reproduce, and, even if not unified, all three tend to care for their offspring together. The best fliers of every race by a long shot. Highly magical, though in a different way than unicorns. Rather than abstract sorcery, they utilize a robust spell system more akin to wizardry. Magic is used on a day-to-day basis, but usually not new magic - gryphons use passive spells to set up systems, houses, and the like, tending to and upkeeping these spells daily. This has served to make architecture, agriculture, and other trades exceptionally fast and unique. Prefer high-altitude and sunny areas, most civilizations tending to claim land and then create enchanted cities in the clouds above it, forming a summer and winter-home system. Hypogriffs (Equine Ancestry) - The gryphons’ closest relative, stockier, slightly less feathered people with hooved back legs and equine heads lacking a beak. Omnivorous with a herbivore lean and capable of chewing through much larger, tougher food items. Though with a lot of practice they can also be skilled in the magical arts, they are exceptionally less naturally talented than their bird-like counterparts. Decent fliers, but prefer to spend more time on the ground and in fields. The same reproductive and environmental needs as grpyhons, frequently choosing to mesh with their civilizations and take up wide expanses of land that would go unused by gryphons. Cockatrice (Hybrid Offspring of Kerwyverns and Gryphons) - Being great fliers and having a tendency to mix themselves in other communities, kerwyverns repeatedly lean towards gryphon civilization, becoming strong trade partners if not adapting into gryphon nations and cities entirely. This has resulted in the cockatrice hybrid - but, strangely enough, cockatrice are not skilled fliers whatsoever and spend virtually no time in the sky. Initially were relocated closer to hyprogriffs where they could be on the ground, and, eventually, due to being viable hybrids, spread out completely independent from either parent race and formed their own culture and communities. Modern day, they are usually found in tribes and large bands on wide open plain spaces as well as, occasionally, hotter, more rocky areas. Omnivores with a carnivorous and insectivore lean. Beaks, fanned tails, and feathered wyvern-like forearms. One of only two konphair races with a unique back leg structure that allows them to stand on two legs for an extended period of time. Carried a little magic over from their gryphon parentage, but only enough for small enchantments. Mammalian Family (Cats) Manticores - Hardy, lion-like people, bearing horns, four paws, and fur all along their body with larger manes and tufts around the neck and tail. Nowhere near hydras or wyverns, but particularly large when compared to the other average-sized races. Massive wings, larger than a dragon’s but smaller than a gryphon’s, webbed and useful for short flights. Despite this, they spend most of their time on the ground, in the hottest climates that exist on Konphair. Carnivorous, as little plantlife grows in the volcanic and desert regions they thrive in. Venomous fangs fold in beside canines, a product of the unique bacteria in their stomach interacting with blood of prey, which can then be transferred to a pouch in the mouth. Much like dragons, this venom can be ignited into flame, but it is usually used in its liquid form. Very often form tight bonds with one partner and children are seen as an incredibly important step in these bonds. Camares - Quite similar to dracofeirs in build, though larger, stockier, and generally more robust. Strong legs, the front two clawed and the back two pawed, as well as huge, scooping horns for lifting and carrying. Although furred across their whole body, they have a particularly large mohawk of fur that runs from the forehead back to the base of the tail, well-maintained in order to serve as protection from the sun while working. Muscular prehensile tail and wide, bulky hips. Stronger venom but weaker capability of fire breath. Share similar dietary, environmental, etc. needs with manticores, often found in regions as close as possible to them. Partnerships are also quite strong, but often less attention is given to them comparatively to their big cat cousins. Chimeras (Hybrid Offspring of Manticores and Camares) - Manticores and camares share needs almost exactly and thereby are often required to ‘share’ land, but this has left the two in an ongoing feud most anytime their communities are close together. Although their hostility is much less violent and set in history than, say, the enmity between dragons and kirin, this likewise produced the occasional peace movement that promptly fizzled out and left behind the remnants of a hybrid. But chimeras have been appearing since manticores and camares have been anywhere in a close vicinity to one another, and the importance placed on couples and children in both cultures left the unusual parents extremely defensive of their hybrid offspring. As a result, although chimeras are not viable and cannot reproduce with each other, they are not all that uncommon of a sight near manticore or camare civilizations. Carnivorous and two-headed, each with a different personality and mind but capable of reading the other effortlessly. That’s about where the uniformity in chimeras end, though; they almost always have manes, horns, and paws, but a variety of fur placement, claws, wings, horn shape, head shape, and the like can appear. Do enjoy partnerships although rarely go out of their way to have them sanctified, and adopting children is quite common. Dinonek - The largest and longest lived of the mammalian family, carrying a substantial scaled shell on their back with dense fur along their body anywhere the scales don’t reach, especially prevalent under the chin and tail. Sizeable curved horns, rigid, scaled noses, and clawed forelimbs, all great for digging holes, burrows, and nests, as well as sturdy back legs for standing up in a posture similar to a pangolin. Venomous barbs hidden under tail fur that can be retracted or extended at will, but are omnivorous and use them mainly for self defense. Live in arid deserts and sandy areas, making anywhere from temporary nests in the ground for a span of a night to intricate underground rock and sand systems that can permanently house many. Almost always form small clans and family clusters of dingonek that sleep, build, trade, and travel together, but will often accept trusted non-dingonek members in as readily as they would their own children. Require two individuals to produce eggs but will happily partner with more people depending on personal preference. Tatzelwurm (Annelid Ancestry) - Only a few times larger than amphipteres and lindwurms, tatzelwurms are the smallest mammalians by far. Carnivores with a taste for small birds, rodents, and large insects. Long, slender bodies with pawed forelegs and no hind legs. Fluffy across their whole body with a mane that races their spine. Thin, tall horns and small sharp-toothed jaws excellent for crunching fragile bones in prey. Thrive in humid woodland areas, one of the only peoples who share territory with amphipteres and such. Burrow in shallow holes or under tree roots. Mostly individual, usually only forming small family groups with just a partner and children if at all, but this serves them well to travel outside their home territory to other civilizations.

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Take Me With You (fanfic)

A shameless plug in for a fic I made for a male disney princess x oc.

Warnings will apply: for slight yandere themes, mature themes, and suggestive content. Smut is added in later. Female Original Character, the oc’s world is taking place in a futuristic material world.

Summary:

“Take me with you, for laughs, for the unknown, take me with you.”- Schmendrick the Magician, The Last Unicorn.

Somewhere in the cosmos, someone enjoys watching her trying not to rip her hair out with every turn of the page of game that was probably cursed. To end each route with a fairy tale ending or at least a happy ending . Even so, trying to leave when a prince clings to you, asking you not to leave them behind is hard.

"Take me with you."

(mature themes) (original female characters

Chapter one: Paralogue

‘Let’s have a late dinner’- was the message sent to her. Above in their diamond cages, Gogo dancers call out to her to ‘come play with us~’ beckoning her to come closer, as she brushes past grasping hands that reach for her. Victoria waved good-bye to her friends as she strode past them, blowing kisses to her girls.

‘You’re alive, thank God.’ A ride request to one of the cabbies and another text comes, directions and a surprise.

‘I’ll meet you at the cafe, I have something for you.’ The cab pulls away from the club and off another text goes. The city life is loud as its bright lights that overtook the night stars' brilliance, the sidewalks over crowded, her cabbie driver honking her horn at a punk jay walker. A dancing hologram ad, advertising a new game flashes dangerously close to the roads.

‘Can’t wait, see you soon :)’

The overhead radio plays the charming song 'El Adventuro' throwing her back to countless nights as a kid waiting for her parents to leave a party. Now it's with Amos who hasn't said anything to her for the past ten minutes after throwing himself into her booth, he then begins ordering a drink with the startled waitress. Slapped a little white box with a red bow on the table, with a slurred voice," Your birthday gift." And slumped over in his seat accompanied by a loud crack.

"Ay hijo no," Victoria got up to fix him up, Amos let her drag his corpse to a non-back breaking position, she patted his short hair gently."Nap, you'll smell your coffee before you know it."

She smooths the wrinkles of her short, blue glittery dress and takes a sip of her drink, waiting for Amos to remember who he is and how he came to be. Said friend was dead to the world. Glancing down at his tan coat, she felt sympathy at the familiar sight of demon ick staining the bottom of his tan coat, still wet dripping on the plastic. Shaking her head, she wipes off the stains with a frown. Hopefully no one noticed it.

‘That's not gonna come off, Amos, you have to soak that stuff immediately,’ Their jobs were often messy, a true mark of an experienced master in their field, is the cleanliness of their clothes.’‘He must have come here straight from the mission, poor Amos, sweetie needs to eat.’

A red coffee mug appears, and true as the sun rises in the east, so did Amos. Victoria snorts when Amos screeches after burning his tongue. Amos, gangly and boney whose tall height made him look almost skeletal, sipped slowly from his coffee mug paying no attention to her. The bright neon lights of a dancing pink pig flash across them, drawing harshness to his face.

"Amos," she called to him, taking his attention from the window." You should have something to eat, you look hungry."

A "pwshh" escapes him, Amos runs his hand through his short red hair. "Yeah, I haven't eaten anything since yesterday," he confesses,”I don’t know what to eat, pick for me Victoria, I trust you.”

“Are you sure about that?”

"Don't make me pull out my dagger."

"Tiny compared to my sword." Victoria pats her purse.

"How the fuck does that even fit in there?" Amos sadly didn't get his answer.

Victoria flags down a waitress, speaking to her with ease in Spanish- picking at dishes that would fill them both up. She hadn't eaten anything when she left the club and the horchata can only do so much. Amos had already finished his coffee by the time their other drinks arrived. Amos looked tired, his eyes sullen as he gazed at the dancing pink mascot of the cafe El Pequeñito Puerco. Whatever case he had been assigned to, it had left its mark. Victoria reaches over to Amos, patting his hands in a show of comfort. “Thank you for coming home,” Victoria says to him, focusing on the warmth she felt.

Thank you, for coming back alive, was unsaid.

Amos squeezed her hand gently before letting go. “I did make a promise, and you know I don’t take those lightly.” he said. A quirk of his lips, that faded quickly as it came. He picks up the little red box by its big bow and slips it back over to her,”Here, I missed your birthday, so I got you this game. I heard how much you love those otome dating games.”

“Of course, you heard that! ” Victoria covers her mouth to laugh,”Don’t judge me Amos, how can I resist those pretty faces?” She’s pretty weak to them, seeing as Lei is the one who convinced her to play video games. Games leave a bad taste on her tongue, as in typical Lei fashion somehow got a hold of the possessed ones that get them trapped in another dimension.

To be fair, it’s a rare thing to happen, Lei just happens to be a special case.

Funnily enough, otome games were the few they got to enjoy without the dimension crisis. Gushing over the gorgeous leads, men or women, didn’t matter who they would go for in the end– what really mattered were the craziest choices they could find. Anything for the memes. Then they cry over the loveable NPC players who got fodder off, boo’ing the male lead, and reading lines with bad voice overs. Lei was the one who made her fall in love with otome games, even if he managed to make her wary of going to the arcade with him. Charming her to go, with that stupidly handsome grin that makes her weak-kneed, and ends with her on his lap.

God, did she miss him.

“It’s a new one that came out a while back,” Amos continued, he played with the fried beans on his plate, mixing it with bowls worth of Salvadorian crema. Victoria side eyed him for that, he took it when she wasn’t looking again.”I think you might like it's one of those fairy tale ones, the game practically endless with all the stories it has. Plus, I promise you it’s not haunted or anything! No possession records either!”

“No time loops?” Victoria asked suspicious of it. She speared at the red box with her fork, not trusting it enough to touch it, never mind before. Time loops were horrible pockets of dimensions never-ending reruns and she had enough of those for a lifetime. This world has never lacked a horror that drags the unassuming, the innocent and the naivety of those who not once thought of them. Even a simple pleasure such as games, brings her weariness. "You checked it before, right? Amos?"

“None! I made sure of it,” Amos said confidently, finally some color returning to his pale cheeks. Amos stuffed his face with gusto, his plate of chile relleno was disappearing at a fast rate. So fast that he accidently gets some of the sauce on the sleeve of his coat. Victoria lets out a puff of laughter as he curses. ”Oh come on! Ugh forget it! Listen, that game is the best one out so far, so you better play it.” He jabs his fork to make his point clear.

"Oh monsieur, please be merciful!" A wry grin curls her mouth, her hoop earrings dance as she shakes her head, ”Now keep eating, you blackhole or I’m leaving you to the undead vampires– they’re haunting the parks tonight.” She should dig into her own food, unless she wanted soggy tostadas de tinga. She brushes her hair back, careful to not get it caught on the wooden buttons of her cardigan.

“That’s a myth!” was all Amos said.

The two chatted over their dinner, swapping stories of past trips, Amos retelling of the possessed doll he encountered in his recent case that ended up with setting it on fire. "Listen, that doll had to die, so I pulled out my hairspray and lighter then started blasting."

Then Victoria kept him up with her research of folk-lore cases from decades ago. It had started with one tale then another until she spiraled into burying herself in books. She had dived right back into fairy tales and binging on old Disney movies. Amos immediately made fun of her for it and she introduced him to her new shiny heels. Her gift was left untouched. With their plates having been taken away, Amos sat back against the worn plastic padding, making loud groans.

“I can feel my guts rearrange themselves,” Amos slumped over.

“Don’t die here, Amos, I can’t drag your body back to your apartment, these are new shoes.” Victoria hums, she towers over him waving the receipt,” I paid already, so come on get up and let’s go.”

“Your tall ass can literally carry me over there like a sack of potatoes. Now, leave me here so I can remember how to walk again,” Amos bemoaned, a snicker later before the lanky man crawled out of his seat,”okay okay let's go already, good food, I need to come here more.”

“Oh, definitely. Thank you for the food,” Victoria calls over, waving goodbye to their waitress who thanked them for coming. They leave the warm bright restaurant, and into the crisp cold night. Their breath comes out like silver wisps. Shivering, Victoria pulls her thick cardigan closer to her, she was not made for the cold! Her stockings did little to protect her, this is what she gets for not changing at the club. The night sky was clear of any clouds, leaving the moon full and luminous. Clear enough, they could see the red painted moon colonies that looked eerily like a scar.

A comfortable silence settled between them as they headed towards Amoss’ car. Despite the rocky start, this ended on a good note to her. It’s been too long since she’s seen Amos, longer had it been since she had met up with any of her other friends. Nothing unusual, as those who work in their fields leave for long periods, and disappear even faster than a whisper could be said in between the spaces.

Victoria will drop everything to see them, before anything could happen again.

“Thanks for getting the meal, Victoria, I’ll pay next time. How has your sabbatical been by the way?” Amos asked. Off in the distance a loud cry of a train can be heard over the loud music of the city life. Bright lights illuminated every corner, bathing them in reds and yellows. They stood by his car, parked down a little ways as terrible the parking was in the city.”I heard they gave you two years, for….well you know.”

He looked away from her, so someone told him then.

“Fine,” Victoria said, it was really fine. She had a lot of time on her hands now, things to pursue, study, and take time to remember herself. Time dedicated to family, visiting Ms. Zhang. She had done a lot of cleaning the apartment and cooking new recipes, she even got to make some dresses.”It’s been fine, I’ve been resting a lot.”

“Fine,” he parrots back at her, brow raised.”Alright for now,I believe you. Door's open, I’ll drop you off at home.”

“Thanks, Amos.”

She’s fine.

Absolutely fine. The box in her hand seemed more interesting than the wax sealed papers back home. Amos didn’t press her and Victoria kept it to herself.

After waving good-bye to Amos from the stairway, Victoria walks into her little apartment, her gift tucked into the crook of her elbow. It’s a small apartment, perfect for a single lady like herself. The Pink Flamingo Apartments a five story building, true to its name pink stoned with teal railings wrapped around it, the decor reminisce of its glory days of peace and shag carpet. The second she got in, she beelined for the small living room. Her feet practically disappeared into the thick red carpet. She hangs her cardigan on a nearby hook and sets her gift on the cherry wood coffee table. Sighing in relief, she pulls off her cute silver heels and relishes even ground.

“Home, sweet home,” Victoria mutters, laying down on her couch. Sitting in the dark, with the bright moon light pouring into her living room, she stares at the ceiling. Seeing her friend again felt great, Amos is alive and breathing. Victoria didn’t have to worry as much, Amos won’t be getting another case for now. Hazel eyes with green specks flash in her mind, and her mood plummets. Tossing over, she looks at the answering machine, the 'full' light glaring.

Amara, her sweet Amara, did she leave her a message this time? She reaches over and presses the button, listening to the auto voice. A pop up hologram shows in bold gold letters; calls from marketers were erased, messages from Father Mateo were noted , her mama’s were saved, as were others from friends' invitations to go out. Their last text was of Amara arriving at the airport. Nothing new.

“Please be safe,” She prays quietly. Amara is traveling with Uma, and she’s with a bigger group this time. Safety in numbers. Still, Victoria misses her friend deeply.

She should do something. “I can try the game.” Victoria says to no one, making herself get up, careful not to slip with her stockings, her dress riding up to her thighs as she does. Not caring to fix since who was going to grasp pearls with her legs out and about? Moon’s out, thighs out. Humming, Victoria pulls out her gaming console and starts hooking up her tv.

The current model VRD2, the virtual reality device, was a smash hit in the US, taking players into a whole new meaning of exploring new worlds. After an early breakthrough in technology, much of entertainment can be experienced virtually now. With the VRD reality headset it practically felt like you were in the game, as it tapped your brain into it, a practice accepted around the globe. Innovative creations such as the Dream Catcher Pillow, were created with this in mind.

Though some protest that it could be dangerous– as very rare cases have pointed to disappearances. Which were promptly thrown out on the basis that no proof existed that it was a sole reason for such claims. Over the years the developers have continuously kept testing, with volunteers, to make sure there was nothing wrong with their machines. Always passing with a 99.99 percent success rate.

For its success there were many contracts made for games to be remade for the console. There was no genre of games that couldn't be played on the VRD2 sans games from the pre-VRD revolution. Lei had gotten it when-

Nope.

Ripping up the box, Victoria takes out the disc and quickly shoves it into the empty slot. Practically shoving the helmet on, she pushes the game on. Settling back on her couch, her bag still strapped to her side, she relaxes her mind. Whirls of the machine, clicking in, her head felt light. No, she's not thinking about it. She's going to kiss stupidly cute princes while choosing the funniest options it has.

From the counsel, a bright gold light lit up the living room. Accompanied with a sweet sounding song, a crooked silhouette of tree branches crawled across the screen, the loud cackle of a hag broke behind her. Wicked, Victoria can appreciate the aesthetics of the opening sequence, they went really strong with the opening. Behind the curtain of crooked limbs of the trees, she can see a palace off in the distance, of multiple white towers with red tops, blocked off by a wall of thorns.

Whatever happens in between her and the game was lost to time. Somewhere along the routes of going through the expanding fairy tale book, stories of princes to pick, did something prickle the uneasiness in her gut. It’s probably her nerves getting to her. After so many unfortunate run-ins with video games, her hackles were raised. She should relax, stop being so paranoid, like her sister Yvonne says. Amos, had this game checked in case for her, no time loops, no possessions.

Relax…

“A dream is a wish your heart makes…” a sweet voice of man sings, light and hopeful in the sudden darkness of the screen, bubbles floating popping before her. In the colorful reflection, she can see the figure of man scrubbing the floors. Oh he’s gorgeous, Victoria thinks.

“Once upon a dream….”

“For the first time in forever!”

“No chance, no way I won't say it, no no!”

Then another voice sings, then another and another joins in, each prince comes to screen followed by a change of scene. Hot dunes of a desert kingdom, a castle made of ice and snow , a tower hidden away with a long river of golden hair pouring out, and so many others that couldn’t have been explained so quickly. However, there was one scene that caught her attention, a dark mirror shrouded in a wispy green smoke. As she reached out to touch it, the surface rippled. Pulling away, a scene formed of a tree with a red apple that hung so low in a dark forest. There were so many other mirrors to choose from, but in her digital form, she touched the glossy red apple that begged to be plucked from its tree.

However just as the apple had brushed the tips of fingers, barely scraping its skin, a shock went through her.

Literally.

What had caused Victoria to feel it she wasn’t sure, but it’s hot and it felt like she was being torn apart, atom by atom. Static screeched, and in horror the realization of her hand falling through the VRD helmet had clued her this was not going to end well. Fuck.

Fuck!

A familiar sensation of having the world being pulled under her feet came, the sensation of falling down took her and away did she go into the force of being pulled into her television.

Sometimes she wondered if Lei’s luck ever passed to her when they swapped rings.

In her profession, all one can do is accept the consequences of their misfortune and hope to make it out alive. To see another day and hope to come home.

The apartment sat empty with a tv, loud static playing from it’s speaker. On the couch lay a smoking VDR helmet, alone.

#sfw fic...for now #disney #disney princesses #genderbend #original female character #male ariel #male belle #male megara #male cinderella #male snow white #cameos #I have written so much damn lore for this fic #shamless plug #my ocs #my ocs she's my girl

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rjalker · 2 years

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[ID: Three sets of two different versions of a pride flag, with each set of two separated from the others by a black bar. The flag has has eleven symmetrical horizontal stripes of: purple-pink, blue, white, grey, purple, white, purple, grey, white, blue, and purple-pink.

On the second version in each set, there is a yellow unicorn head's silhouette, with a bear, mane, and a spiral horn, with its large round eye and the inside of its ear cut out in white.

The first set of the flags is pale pastels, with a pale yellow unicorn.

The second set is more saturated, with a gold unicorn.

The last set is much darker, with a dark gold unicorn.

After the pride flags are two versions of unicorn's head by itself, black against a white background. One reads, "1000x1000 pixels", the other reads, "500x500 pixels".

End ID.]

Unicorn pride flag, for people who are unicorns. :) Can also be used to describe your gender as well, ie *Proffessor Oak voice* "Are you a girl or a boy?" "I'm a unicorn".

This flag can be used for literally anything you'd use a pride flag for, no need to ask for permission.

I would ask that you try to include image descriptions for any designs you create with it, whenever possible!

The 5000x5000 pixel version of the unicorn's head can be downloaded here from stupid deviantart.

If you save the versions in this post here, tumblr will probably add stray pixels to them so they won't be 100% black and white, but you can fix that with any photoediting program that will let you adjust the contrast. Just set the saturation to 0%, and the contrast to 100%. It should make it 100% pure black and pure white, so that it can be recolored in MS Paint.

I'll put the flags on my redbubble, and I'll edit the links in here when they're posted.

As with all my pride flags, if you like the concept but don't enjoy the particular colors I chose, feel free to change the colors or just make a whole new one. As long as you aren't on the DNI in my pinned post, you can use the unicorn's head for your version of the flag as well!

#eye strain #eyestrain #eye-strain #neon #Unicorn #Unicorngender #unicornkin #IDK is it two words or one?#unicorn-kin #I'll just do all three?#Unicorn kin #Otherkin #xenogender #I already made a werewolf flag for myself so I figured why not make similar ones for other people?#so here you go :)#long post #described images #unicorngender

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yoursecretmuse · 2 years

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🎀🌸🦄The Last Unicorn Couple🦄🌸🎀 It will be a very very long time before I make anything like these again lol they kicked my butt and the female kept taking her horn off and everything was falling apart but I fixed what needed to be fixed and I think they turned out amazing☺️💕💕✨✨ 🦄 🌸 🦄 #fyp#cottagecore#monsterhigh#ooakdoll#ooak#etherealcore#repaint#repaintingdolls#dollrepaint#dollcustomizng#faundoll#deerdoll#mushroomcore#monsterhighrepaint#ethereal#mythical#dollfaceup#unicorn#unicorndoll#faceup#blackcottagecore https://www.instagram.com/p/Cf_4oG7gjon/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

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enchanted-lightning-aes · 2 years

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Find the Word Tag

thanks to @fiercely-raging-writer! just some snippets from a mult-chaptered AU that’s pretty Cisco-centric. :3

(i need to fix it bc i have changes to give)

my words are: grass, ground, natural and waterfall.

Grass

Flying past the lake, he was heading towards the coast. He went up again, going for a second test run. He glided over the sky, his wings on his sides. He inclined towards one direction, leaning there.

He returned to the grass, slowing his movements. His feet touched the ground as he landed.

The fellow animals and the unicorn cheered with some victory. Aww, that was nice. He never got these kind of reactions from anyone.

Ground

“Oopsé?” Lila fell into the ground, her horn pulling her back. “Just taking care of my horn. It needs to be sharp often.”

Cisco shook his head. “The thing is it's just that. . . I'm not brave like you!”

The unicorn only lifted her head.

Natural

Which all couldn't possibly be done by human hand. Everything appeared to be natural and untouched.

How would the city react, once they knew this place existed?

They might probably exploit it for their own uses. And he was not going to let that happen.

Waterfall

“Am I the only human to be in here?”

“Well. . . yes. There hasn't been one before you. I suppose it is due to the secret lock at the waterfall.”

“Are you going to ever reveal the whereabouts of the forest?”

Tagging, no pressure tho: @pagesofcursive, @theres-bees-in-my-head, @orange-is-the-happiest-colour, and open tag. your words are: spell, cover, learn, and keep.^^

also you can interact with this post, if you’d like to be a part of my tag game list.^^

#enchant does tag games #enchant: fanfics #searching circle

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le-amewzing · 1 year

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Without Me, You’re Nothing

An old oneshot, done for a forum exchange.

Fic: "Without Me, You're Nothing" [FFN] [AO3]

Pairings/Characters: Castiel/Dean Winchester, with cameos from Sam Winchester & Bobby Singer

Rating: light T

Words: ~1,820

Additional info: romance, slash, angst, AU fic, 3rd person POV

Summary: Cass is no longer God. But there are other ways to be a god.

Cass came back to his senses, thanks to Dean.

It took a lot of effort and almost cost him his life, but Cass came back. Be it leviathans, demons, or something far worse…

The angel has some confidence that he will always right things if he has Dean there to scold him. Dean is like his check and balance. Cass goes off the reservation, Dean yells him back to his senses. Cass turns evil, Dean's there holding out a hand to bring him back up from his fall.

Sometimes Cass muses that he needs Dean. It's in a different way from needing family or friends. He's certain it's different from the way Dean needs water or burgers or pie. But the bottom line is that he needs Dean.

He takes to sticking around the boys. It's better than the alternative, because angels, as the boys would say, are getting "ganked" left and right by leviathans.

Cass likes sitting in the backseat, behind Sam. That way, he gets the best view, the widest view of Dean. He can keep Dean in sight, and Dean can keep him in sight.

Dean says nothing. Sam says nothing, either, but he's lost in his own thoughts, like usual. It probably has to do with Lucifer pestering him, and for that Cass is sorry. He's not quite sure how to fix that, not yet.

While the three of them say nothing in a car traveling on the lookout for leviathans and other things that go bump in the night, Cass rests his wings and continues his view.

Every now and then, Dean's eyes shift to the rearview mirror. They catch Cass' every now and then.

Cass doesn't blame him. He knows Dean's looking for any change, any sign that there is some part of the angel that Dean didn't get through to…but it's all right. Cass is here, all of him.

All of him, for Dean.

It's a good thing, too.

Out in California, they take care of a kirin herd. Far worse than any simple imagined unicorn, the kirins have been running people through with their horns as part of their mating ritual.

"I thought they were supposed to be good luck," Sam remarks.

"In both Chinese and Japanese mythology, maybe," Dean says. "But we're far from the islands, and I don't see how lucky it is, getting impaled so some bastard can get laid."

Even though Dean talks all high and mighty, he still ends up being one of the victims. Then Sam cuts off a kirin's horn and uses it to kill the herd, and they're just left with a dying Dean.

The boys don't even need to say a word. Castiel heals Dean without a second thought. There, good as new.

"Thanks, Cass," Dean says with a grateful smile. He means it. "Let's hope you don't have to do that again anytime soon."

The angel shrugs. Isn't that what he's here for?

As it turns out…that is exactly what he's here for. It's not as though the Winchesters plan on it, but Dean and Sam get roughed up on more than one occasion, Dean more so. Occasionally Cass wonders what they did before angels. …oh, right, they made deals.

But kirins, cluricauns, nagas—all kinds of things still bubble up to the surface while the leviathans are on the loose. And, when all kinds of things bubble up to the surface, Dean gets hurt. A lot.

With every healing session, Castiel frowns more and more. He may not be God anymore, but he begins to realize that he can't quit being a god around Dean. Maybe, just maybe, it's not only that he needs Dean.

Maybe Dean needs him, too. (At least, to live.)

Uriel once said that humanity was God's favorite. Castiel agrees. In that way, he would've made a good God. Humanity is (or perhaps just a few humans in particular are) his favorite.

Time passes, and the Winchesters are on their never-ending crusade. Along the way, Cass makes good use of his time, and he no longer goes for walks while they sleep.

Each and every night, Cass looks Dean over. Each night, he selects one old injury—the ones sustained after he raised Dean from Hell, because Dean's had the crap beaten out of him since then—and heals it.

The insides Zachariah played with? Brand-new.

The scars other hunters left him with guns and knives? Invisible (but really gone).

The slices left behind when the boys need their own blood for some spell? Sewn up.

Cass wonders what Dean would think if he knew Cass was exercising such control over him.

Frankly, Cass doesn't care. Dean's alive and well and kicking, and that puts his mind at ease.

"Dude—you got less sleep than I did, and I was the one tied up and waiting for you," Sam tells his big brother after a narrow escape from leviathans.

Dean grins. Cass enjoys seeing that grin. "I don't know what to tell you, Sammy. But it's great. It's like—it's like I slept on a bed of feathers—" He pauses, glances in the mirror at Cass. "No offense."

The angel imperceptibly smiles. "None taken."

"Anyway," he continues, coming back to his brother, "it's like I had the best night's sleep of my life. I feel empowered, man. Invigorated." He pumps his fist as if that will prove something.

"Okay, Superman, so you got your extra dose of the sun this morning," Sam says and yawns. "But quiet now, okay? I'm gonna close my eyes for a bit."

"You do that." Dean turns up the music. Led Zeppelin blares from the speakers.

Sam sighs, but he falls asleep anyway. He's used to this by now.

The more Cass heals, the better Dean feels.

One night, off the road so the boys can sleep, Dean's too excited to close his eyes. He gets out of the car and downs a bottle of water. Cass joins him.

"Can't sleep?" Dean jokes.

"I shut my eyes from time to time, collect my thoughts," Castiel replies.

"I'm beginning to think that's what I'll do."

Cass doesn't frown, but he doesn't smile either. "That's impossible. I am an angel, Dean. You are a mortal. You need sleep."

Dean scratches his head. "Yeah… About that…I kind of feel like I can't."

Lovely. Perhaps Cass has healed a little too much?

"Honestly, I feel great. I've never felt so fit before. I… I think I'm in even better shape to be a hunter these days." He looks at Castiel, waiting for a comment.

"That doesn't mean you shouldn't take it easy," Castiel warns.

Dean snorts and rests an arm on Cass' shoulder. "Cass, when have I ever taken it easy?"

Dean takes it too easy.

In a scenario about which Cass simply can't shake the feeling was meant to happen with Bobby in the starring role, Dean and Sam escape SucroCorp, with Dick Roman hot on their heels. But Dick Roman's an excellent shot, and the next thing Cass knows, he, Sam, and Bobby are riding with a body with an extra hole in its head.

Sam's yelling. Bobby's asking what the hell's going on.

Dean's saying nothing.

And Cass? Cass is panicking.

He summons a lot of his power—more than he's done as of late—and gets to work. He extracts the bullet. He mends Dean's brain. He rebuilds Dean's skull. He even cleans up the blood.

Once they're far enough away, Bobby pulls over, and it's a happy reunion for everyone.

Well, almost everyone.

Dean would like to rush in through the front doors to kill Dick Roman. But that's not going to happen, because they still don't have the tools to kill the head leviathan.

"Well, we'll figure it out along the way," he snaps when they're at Bobby's home.

Sam and Bobby look between him and Cass. Cass figures that if it weren't Bobby's home, they'd both give them the room.

But Dean leaves first. He heads outside, leaving Castiel to clench and unclench his fists by his sides in silence until the eyes on him become unbearable and he chases after his favorite mortal.

Outside, Cass finds Dean rearranging the armory in the trunk. He looks raring to go. "This is madness, Dean."

"No, what's madness is that I can't sit still while those freakin' monsters infect the country and turn us all into lunchmeat!" He pauses, catches his breath. He glares at Cass. "He put a frickin' bullet in my head, Cass!"

"You cannot do the same."

"And why not?"

Cass steps forward, getting in Dean's face. Maybe it's a side-effect of wearing Jimmy's body for all these years, but Cass' heart is pounding wildly in his ears. Can Dean hear it, too? "You're not invincible."

"Well, no, but I feel—"

"I saved you the other night, from almost dying. And I'm to blame for your energy returning to you. I've been healing you. Every little thing wrong with you, I've been fixing."

Dean purses his lips. He looks away. "Oh. Thanks."

"I do not want thanks, Dean. I heal you because I want to. But I did not heal you to lose you. You saved me, Dean. Many times. May I save you this time?"

The older Winchester looks back at him. It's a familiar sight. They've been here so many times before, staring but never admitting to anything.

Maybe what Cass just said… Maybe that's as close as they ever got to admitting anything?

"I don't need you to protect me."

Cass waits.

Dean reddens and turns away, scoffing. "I mean, for cryin' out loud, Cass! Me, protected? I'm not some chick waiting for a prince." He shakes his head. "You're the princess."

Cass smiles. It's Dean's way of giving up, giving in (and admitting a little something, too).

Castiel cannot force Dean Winchester to give up hunting. That would be tantamount to changing Dean, and Cass doesn't want to do that. Dean, after all, is his favorite mortal.

But Cass will continue to heal him so long as Dean becomes more cautious. Cass will wait until Dean cools off after every close call, and he will let Dean sleep—be it in his seat or in a bed or with his head resting in Cass' lap—and he will heal Dean. And, every morning, Dean will wake up with a tan trench coat spread over him like a blanket or a shield.

Castiel will do his best so that the "big game" is left to him, or so Dean at least will always fight alongside Cass. That's the best the angel can do, so that he doesn't lose Dean. His favorite mortal—he needs him, and Dean needs Cass. Maybe not like a god needs worshippers or a worshipper needs his god.

(But maybe exactly like a princess needs her prince and vice versa…)

Wow… Apparently when I write from Cass' POV, the fic runs away from me like salt repelling a demon… O.o So…yeah. I was rather interested in exploring Cass' God-complex, and I kind of wish he'd been in s7 more… :L Hell, I kinda wish he'd just be around more and the writers would admit they ship Destiel, too. XP Anyway… Have some Destiel feels, lil' sis. ;P Angsty enough? Note: Kirins are a unicorn-like creature from Chinese and Japanese mythology, cluricauns are like the liquor-addicted versions of leprechauns, and nagas are serpents from Hindu mythos, I believe (has SPN used them before? I don't recall at this moment, whoops). Lastly: The title is a twist on Placebo's song "Without You, I'm Nothing," featuring David Bowie. Good song. -w-

Thanks for reading, and feel free to leave an anon/unsigned review via the FFN link or comment via the AO3 link at the top of the post, especially if you enjoyed this!

~mew

2022 note: *lol* Mannnnn, my closing A/N just has me going. *eyes* Anywho! A few fixes and some word swaps, but this 2014 fic is p much intact in its original form, and I like that. I forgot about the AU twist included here, but it makes perfect sense, giving the boys having Cass along for the ride. AHHHH, sometimes I feel the urge to do a season or series rewrite for some fandoms…but where would I ever find the time or energy? *lol* (Translation: My old A/N was so right—s7 deffo did not have enough Castiel. ;w;)

#spn #supernatural #destiel #castiel #dean winchester #fanfic #mew writes too much #sam winchester #bobby singer #have a story from the last decade lol #i did not realize when i'd be crossposting this and wow lol

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