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Set Me Alight - Part 1: Seventeen Going Under

📜I know I should be working on FFA (Forever After All). However, I got bit by this idea of a fire look-out of all things, then had a whole dream about it. Naturally, I had to fic it. Due to story choices and plot later in the series, I have made a fictional National Park. However, it is loosely based on Mount Rainer and Olympic National Park in Washington.

❗️+18, Strong Language, Enemies to Lovers, Original Female Character, Anything Can Happen in the Woods, Forced Proximity, Bradley Bradshaw x Natasha Trace, post-college daggers, Camping/Hiking AU.

Thank you to @desert-fern for helping me with the title!!

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Masterlist | Part 2

Camping was the last thing you wanted to do on your week off.

It will be fun, Nat said. It won't be just the two of us going, she said. It's just hiking and a campfire and seeing the sights, she said.

It was not fun. It was not just hiking and a campfire. It was a fucking bad idea.

Why, you might ask?

It was hiking in a state national park, deep in the wilderness, with only a few fire lookouts as the closest thing resembling civilization. It was miles, miles, from your home state. It was going to be fucking cold, and wet, and rainy. It would be muddy slopes, climbing up cliff faces, and watching out for blind roots and sharp rocks haphazardly sticking up from the ground. You knew you wouldn't even get to enjoy the amazing scenery because you'd be too busy making sure you didn't accidentally die by stumbling over said rock or root down a cliff.

No, all that you could have handled, despite your initial protests. That wasn't the issue.

Because 24 hours post leaving your house and arriving in Seattle, she had failed to mention that fucking Jake Seresin had been invited along too.

It wasn't as if she didn't have a chance to. Oh no, there had been many ample opportunities for either her or her boyfriend, Bradley, to let you in on that secret. Like when the two of them picked you up from your apartment in the extremely early hours of the previous morning to start the journey to Seattle. Or the long drive there, or when you checked into the hotel that night.

Nat and Bradley had been shifty about who else had been invited in general too, but you suspected the usual group. Maybe their girlfriends, if the prospect of leaving the city wasn’t too much for them.

Despite your initial protests, you were actually excited to go. Lakespur National Park was a beautiful sight at any time of the year. The mountains were snow-capped and tall, like they were touching the sky. The trees were the brightest shades of green, especially after a bout of rain. The lakes and rivers were deep pools of unreal bright baby blue, and you knew from the website that there were a couple of waterfalls hidden amongst the trails. The cliffs were high enough, too, that if you managed to find a nice lookout, the views could have stretched on for miles. And neighbouring nearby, you could spot Mount Rainer standing non-threateningly as it could in the distance.

You wanted to paint as much of it as you could before the week was over.

You had awoken in your hotel room that morning in a good mood. You appreciated the few hours of sleep you could get before you had to spend a week in the literal woods, surrounded by bugs and animals who probably wanted to eat you, sleeping in a tent with nothing but a bed roll.

That same feeling carried over to now as you opened the truck door, the scent of dirt and fresh pine invading your nose. Grabbing the support handles on either side, you carefully lowered yourself to the ground, sunlight hitting the sides of your face. It felt good to be out here; the warmth, the fresh air, the sounds of nature going on around you in the early morning light.

Nat sighed affectionately, throwing her arms wide as if she was trying to hug the entire forest. "Ah, Nature!"

You rolled your eyes, but your smirk gave you away. "You said that yesterday morning when you picked me up. It's going to get old, really fast."

She closed her eyes, giggling to herself and starting to spin on the gravel, tilting her head back. You couldn't help but laugh with her as she twirled around, the stones and dirt crunching under her feet.

Nat’s friendship was the only one that had survived College. You’re not entirely sure how you became friends either; it just kind of happened out of the blue one day. She had been in a sorority and ran in the popular crowd, so to speak. You worked in the campus art supplies store selling paint and double-stapled-backed canvas’. And when you weren’t there, you were in the studio, painting or sculpting or doing something creative that usually ended up with you covered in whatever messy medium you had decided to work with.

From those things alone, she had no real reason to want to be your friend.

You suppose you could at least trace it back to that group project the two of had been assigned to do with two other people. Two other people who didn't do jack shit, despite multiple protests from both of you. The two of you had ended up pulling an all-nighter in your apartment off campus, and to your surprise, a girl from a high-ranking sorority had been way kinder than you expected her to be.

You wanted to say the two of you bonded that night, sharing stories and laughing at funny social media posts when you forced yourselves to take breaks. And when the project was done and over with, you didn't expect her to stay around.

But she did. Suddenly, in the aftermath, she was there, texting you about her favourite book series, dragging you out of the studio, and lifting your head off a literal canvas to ensure you had something to eat or drink. She'd sit with you in the library when you had to study art history and bring coffee. And when drama hit at her sorority residence, she moved into your apartment off campus.

That's how you met Bradley. And then his football team. And the biggest asshole to ever live. You regretted a lot of things on that night, and you not standing up to him was at the very top. Written in red. And underlined.

After what he said, after what he did, you never wanted to see his face again.

Once Nat steadied herself against the truck, you turned to catch your gaze on a few familiar figures unloading their gear. You waved hi to Mickey and Ruben as they made their way over to the three of you, gear and supplies thrown over their backs. Mickey was the first to reach you, sweeping you into a hug and ruffling your head over your baseball cap. You're smiling up at him when he pulls back.

"Ready for some adventure, Maeve?" he grins.

“Oh, I don’t know, maybe we’ll find some interesting things to get up to. Sightsee, tell ghost stories, see a bear or two.”

“Really, a couple of bears. You think I could take them on?”

You snorted, reaching up to slap the rim of his baseball cap down. “Only you would want to have a fight with one.”

“Come on, you’re not scared, are you?” he said, dramatically holding his hand over his heart before reaching for you. “Don’t worry, I’ll protect you.”

Suddenly, a new voice pitched up from behind him. "You are joking, right? You know he will be pushing the two of us in front of him and then running for the hills screaming like a little girl."

You giggled at Cora, his girlfriend's, remark as she pushed him out of the way to give you a bear hug. “The only way you’d ever come close to looking good in that scenario is her painting it.”

Mickey frowned. "That hurts my heart, baby. Really. You really think I'd leave you ladies alone to fend for yourselves?"

You and Cora snorted at the same time. "We know you would."

Mickey pouted, and Cora only laughed, resting her cheek on the top of your head as she laughed. But you were too focused on watching Jessica, Ruben's girlfriend, approach the group, and you had to brace yourself. While you hadn't known her long, Jessica's presence often accompanied an undercurrent of tension. Her lips were curled up in what you deemed a practiced, superficial arc, the kind of smile that was more a social formality than a genuine expression of pleasure.

"Hey Jessica," you greeted her with as much warmth as possible.

She offered you a smile, but it didn't reach her eyes, and you had to force yourself not to take a step back out of Cora's arms or shutter at those eyes, wanting to tear you apart. She looked harmless, with short brown hair that framed her bubbly cheeks. But inside, you knew and felt the familiar twinge of discomfort that came from interacting with someone who clearly harboured less-than-friendly feelings about you.

Instead, you searched for Nat, who was saying something to Bradley as she lay across the front seat of the truck, leaning across the centre console with the door wide open. You called out to ask her, "Who else are we waiting on?"

There was a long-standing pause before Bradley was the one to shout out, "I don't see Javy's truck yet!"

You were about to open your mouth to reply, the retort on your lips, before someone honked a horn, and you came face to face with Javy’s Blue Chevy, kicking up stones as the massive tires rolled into the parking lot. The metal frame sparkled against the early morning sun, and you had to cover your face with your elbow to shield your eyes from the glare. Ruben called out, clapping his hand against his fist, calling out, “They arrive, finally!”

Mickey reached over and slapped him on the back, letting his hand rest on his shoulder. “Fifty bucks says pretty boy spend forever getting out of the shower?”

You jolted at the nickname. To anyone outside the group, the pretty boy reference could have been referring to Javy. But you had the context. There was only one person they could have been referring to, and like a volcano, you wanted to blow your top.

It was at this very moment you realized Nat and Bradley had purposely lied to you by omission.

“Oh no,” you grumbled out, and Cora instantly stepped back, taking her hands off you as if you were on fire and holding them out in front of her. And the two idiots realized what they had admitted, eyes wide as they took you in.

“Oh, Maeve, we thought…”

“Thought what?” you seethed. "What did you think, exactly?"

Javy cut the engine of his truck and swung open the driver’s door, turning in his seat to see everyone, a huge smile on his face as he took everyone in. That was until he landed on you.

“Maeve…” he called out cautiously, hopping down and holding his hands out in front of him nervously.

Don’t Maeve me! Who is in your truck with you? And don’t tell me it’s just Veronica.”

Javy bit his lip, contemplating what he could possibly say to you that would get you to calm down and just listen. But the longer he took, the more you came to the realization that that asshole was, indeed, riding shotgun in his truck.

And when the front passenger door opened and closed, the second you saw the flash of blonde hair, your vision turned red.

And just let that - every single good feeling, every thought of not needing to worry about him showing his face - quicken into flashing white anger. The whole group seemed to know it too, tensing up as your face started to turn beat red, and your mouth was poised open, ready to give the worst shout of their lives.

"Fuck no, Nat! Absolutely fucking not!” You practically screamed, turning to face her with your hands on your hips. Mickey dropped his chin to his chest with a sigh. “Yup, there’s the Midge we all know and love.”

Natasha sighed, mocking your stance as she readied herself for the argument. "Come on, you wouldn't have agreed to come had you known."

"You're damn fucking right, I wouldn't have agreed!" you fumed. "Why on God's earth would you think a whole fucking week with the two of us in close proximity would be such a good idea?!"

Nat went to reply, but the sound of shuffling gravel and a low, resonant thud of weight shifting on the side of Javy’s truck interrupted her, letting all of you know who inserted themselves into the conversation.

"Good to see you still have that mouth on you, Midge."

You slammed your eyes shut in annoyance at the sound of his voice.

Midge.

The not-so-subtle nickname he had bestowed upon you that everyone had suddenly taken to using. They all figured it was in reference to your height, or maybe for short for your weird ass name, as Jake once called it. Out of all of them, including Nat, you were the tiniest of the group. The entire football team towered over you, and while they meant it affectionately, endearingly, in the kindest way possible, Jake had to be the cocky smart ass.

A Midge was also in reference to a fly. A small but fucking annoying fly. He just had to double-whammy you twice.

Bradley came around from the driver's side of the truck, a slight grimace on his face. "Sorry, Maeve, I thought she had told you he was coming.”

Nat might have played a part in not telling you Jake would be here, but she wasn't solely to blame for his presence. No, that was entirely Bradley's fault.

Jake was his best friend, after all.

You marched forward, staring into his face, a finger pointed and pressing deep into his chest. "Why the ever living hell did you invite him!?"

Bradley regarded you for a moment before letting out a sigh. "You know why," he mumbled under his breath only to you, looking down at the breast pocket of his jacket.

Your heart twinged in your chest. You did know why. You helped him pick out that ring. Bradley wanted to propose to Nat on this trip, and it only made sense he'd want his best friend around when it did happen. It quelled your anger for a few seconds.

You could have handled a day. Maybe. A morning or afternoon. A few hours. An hour. Yes, you could have managed to be in the same space as Jake for one single hour. One hour, with doors and indoor plumbing and a driveway where you could park your car for a conveniently easy escape.

Not a whole fucking week. In a forest. With him.

"Please, Maeve," Nat begged from behind you. "This week is important to me. To us. We just want to have a good time with everyone together.”

With your back still facing her, you slammed your eyes shut.

Only if she knew the real truth behind such a statement.

Letting your head rest back on your neck, you opened your eyes to stare up at the sky. You knew you had to do this for Nat. She was one of the few friends you really had, and she had done more for you than you ever thought possible.

You owed her that much.

You turned to face her, taking in her pouting lip before your eyes finally tracked to Jake. He had crossed his arms, still leaning up against the side of Javy's truck. You watched as he wetted his lips in amusement. Your eyes stalked the movement, and for the first time since he arrived, you finally set your eyes on him.

"Oh, come on now, Midge," the asshole grinned at you. "Surely we can get along for a couple of days."

You gritted your teeth, your face scrunching up in disgust.

It had been close to six months since the last time you saw Jake Seresin. He had brought some chaotic tramp who was obsessed with horoscopes and star signs to Nat and Bradley's housewarming party, offering up no conversation except she was a Cancer and that it had to be the explanation and answer to any bizarre behaviour she might possess. You hated that. You hated her, though hate was too strong of a word to use on someone you'd probably never see again.

It made you want to throw up to see how she clung to Jake like he was her personal meal and how he ate it up with no shame.

But Jake didn't look like he did back then. He was more laid back now, in a button-up shirt and a short beard, ray bans hanging from the hem of his shirt. Nothing like the stereotypical playboy college type with rich parents that you knew him to be. Not the man with sharply defined edges and polo shirts as if he was about to descend on his mother’s fancy golf club. Not if he had been handed everything in his life on a silver platter.

Turning your head, you saw Nat's pleading gaze, and when you turned to Bradley, he mouthed a desperate "please." Sighing, you motioned for him to open the tailgate, only to grab your hiking bag from the flatbed and hoist it over your shoulders dramatically.

Adjusting the straps on your shoulders, you huffed out, "Hell better be fucking freezing over if I was ever forced to get along with you."

Collective sighs went up around the group, and you swore you could even see a few sag their shoulders in relief. Yet, that cocky asshole only continued smiling, maybe even wider than before.

"Chin up, sweetheart. There are worse people you could be stuck with out here, in the wilderness."

Your cheeks felt hot. "I'm not your fucking Sweetheart, Asshole."

"Would you like to be?"

Six fucking months and he hadn't changed. Even before that, with how intermittently you saw him. You were too scared to do anything back then about him and his attitude and his fucking mouth.

Now? You’d hit him in a heartbeat now. You were about to, if not for a gentle hand on your arm that prevented you from stepping forward to take a swing at him.

"Come on, Midge, you can stay back with us."

You allowed yourself to be turned, coming face to face with Bob and his girlfriend, Grace. You unclenched your fists almost immediately.

You liked Bob. He was sweet and kind and always had a smile on his face. And Grace had been nothing but kind to you since the day you met her. She looped her arm through yours, securely holding it to her side.

"He's not worth the brain cells," she whispered in your ear. You giggled loudly.

Bradley whistled loudly, making the group gather around, placing him and Nat at the center.

“Thank you all for coming! We all need to check in with the park ranger first,” Bradley started. “But first things first, we need to go over the rules and responsibilities!”

Nat pulled out a piece of paper from her jacket pocket, unfolding the edges and holding it out in front of her.

“Bob and Grace, you’re in charge of campfires! That includes the wood, the setting up and putting out! We don’t need to create any forest fires, so you guys are on this one!”

It made sense, you thought. They were probably the most responsible out of the group. Though you were slightly surprised they didn’t put Bob in charge of the map.

"Bradley and I are in charge of food! You carry your own shit during the day, but at the end of the night, it goes in the bag to hang up in a tree."

Collective murmurs of agreement went around the group. Nat continued to sound out names and tasks. It was obvious Mickey and Cora would be deemed the group's first aid leaders, Mickey being a firefighter and Cora being a nurse. Javy and Veronica were assigned to be on the lookout for freshwater, though you suspected Javy would be more cautious of looking for the designated spots than Veronica would be. And Ruben and Jessica, you had to hold in your laugh when her face dropped into an absolute look of displeasure when Nat called out they'd be on trash and trail sweep duty.

“Finally, Midge and Jake.”

You raised your eyebrow at the implication behind the ‘and' and what form of torture she might have in store for you.

"Navigators," she called out, eyeing the two of you cautiously. "The both of you will take turns navigating us to all of our campsites, trading off the compass and the map. One day, it's Maeve, the other Jake."

You wanted to argue, to call out that Jake wouldn't be able to navigate himself, let alone a group of people, through a national park, but you stopped yourself. You knew of the delicate balance you needed to maintain. Nat knew it, too. It's why she approached you with a careful eye

“Don’t kill Jake,” she eyed you sternly before turning to Jake and pointing her finger. “Don’t kill Maeve.”

You sallowed. "I won't if he doesn't start it first."

From the sound of the shift in gravel, you knew Jake had set his eyes on you, and you could feel them burning holes into the side of your skull. You resisted the urge to meet his gaze, to challenge or confront the unspoken thoughts you felt hanging between you. Instead, you focused on Nat, nodding to acknowledge the assignment.

Nat knew better, glaring at the two of you discerningly. She knew the two of you well enough to sense the undercurrents of tension. You had been careful with her, never revealing the true reason behind why you held so much disdain towards Jake. And you had no idea what he might have disclosed to them, but you were sure it was laced with the same damn message as always, shouting it as loud as he could to the first person he saw.

Midge is a bitch. I don't know why you’d waste your time being around her. She is as two-faced as they come, and whatever she's said or done, it's a personal attack on me when I've done nothing wrong.

Nat sighed, her frustration evident. "I mean it. If you two can't get along, at least be civil. Or so help me, I'll feed both of you to the first wild animal I see."

You knew she was joking, but the seriousness in her eyes conveyed the underlying ultimatum.

"Fine," you huffed first. Jake rolled his eyes, huffing out a less than enthusiastic, "Fine."

You could almost hear the single collective thought of the group: 'This should be interesting.'

Although the pair of you agreed with Nat's terms, tension remained between you. Nat gave each of you one final, pointed look before rejoining the others, leaving an awkward silence in her awake.

Jake, with a knowing and equally cocky smirk, couldn't resist throwing in a final quip. "Who knows, maybe at the end of all this, we might share a tent," he called out over his shoulder as he began to walk away, his voice loud enough for others to hear.

Yet, all he did was loudly laugh at your reply when you heatedly shouted back in kind, "Fuck off, Seresin! Unkindly, fuck off!”

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You reached the first campsite around early mid-afternoon, having navigated these woods thus far with the agility of a deer avoiding a thicket of thorns and stones, always aware and always at least several feet apart from the one thing you were sure would kill you if you weren't careful.

You had stayed at the back of the group with Bob and Grace as much as possible, catching up with them while Jake took the lead, navigating everyone toward what would be your home for the night.

Grace spent the time talking about her job at the museum. She was a curator, which is probably why you got along with her so well. While she was passionate about the history surrounding a piece of art, you loved the actual creation process. That's how she met Bob, who had been hired there as an archaeologist.

Somewhere along the way, you realized you were only catching snippets of the conversation, her latest exhibit she was building with Bob. You felt bad but placed the blame entirely on the asshole with the compass.

It was a miracle the group ended up at the actual campsite. Jake had done everything wrong. From holding the compass incorrectly to naming the wrong trail markers or reading the map as if it were a field guide to an 18-hole golf course at a rich man's club. With each move he made or every word he spouted, saying it was "This way" or "That," you had to bite your tongue. Even if you tasted blood, you weren't going to start something he couldn't finish.

It didn't stop the glares, though, or the dirty looks. Or the fact your brain couldn't stop trying to figure out what point he was trying to prove by dressing like that?! If you hadn't spent as long as you had hating him, you'd even go as far as to say he looked good.

Fuck Maeve, you are not going there!

Your home for the rest of the afternoon and night was a sparse little clearing framed by several big trees, the branches high enough that it seemed like they were protecting the space below. Everyone had instantly split up, searching for a spot where they might set up camp. You found one easily enough, not too far from everyone else but enough to make the space your own.

Setting up your tent, you watched with a smirk from a distance as Jake wrestled with his tent, the poles flying in all directions in some comedic fashion. You contemplated whether or not to go over and help him, though it almost seemed sweeter to watch him struggle.

The further away he was, the better.

You had strategically chosen a quiet corner, just close enough between Bob and Grace and Cora and Mickey. You wouldn’t dare go anywhere near Nat and Bradley’s tent unless you didn’t want to get a decent night’s sleep. You were already scarred from College. You didn’t need another instance topping that one.

Grace and Bob had already taken the liberty of making the fire for tonight, rearranging the designated stone pit in the middle of the site into the correct shape and loading it with firewood. Everyone was already sitting around it, off in their own stories and conversations before dinner. You’d initially been drawn into the conversation with Nat and Grace sitting next to you, but it had taken a different turn, and your initial laughter had sounded more forced than you’d care to admit.

And you were too busy watching Jake on the other side of the fire, waiting for the moment he’d strike. But the afternoon lagged on, and he never did. Not until he finally caught your eye, that familiar smirk playing on his lips - the one you know he knew got under your skin - that your ability to tolerate his presence cracked hard.

You stood abruptly, not allowing him the chance to wind you up like some toy.

"I'm going to go for a swim," you said pointedly to Nat and Grace, ignoring the asshat sitting in the corner. "I shouldn't be long."

They only nodded at you, continuing back to their conversation. Bob was the only one who seemed to address your remark.

"Be safe!" He called out after you. "The park ranger said to be on the lookout for bears!"

You mocked-saluted him with two fingers. "Scouts honour!"

You didn’t hear the hushed whispers or giggles you left in your wake from Jessica or Veronica, nor did you see how Jake’s eyes narrowed, watching you depart from the group.

The lake wasn't far off from the campsite, maybe about a five-minute walk. The promise of cool water and some peace and quiet to sort out your thoughts was enough to entice you away from the group and lift your spirits. You didn't know how many opportunities you would be able to find on the rest of the trip to escape like this, so you knew you needed to take them when you could.

In addition to the warning you got about the bears in the area, the other wildlife you might encounter, and even the strict warning the group received about this being peak wildfire season, the Park Ranger also mentioned this particular campsite would be the only one with decent cell service. If you wanted to call anyone before you ventured further into the park, you had better do it now.

You called your aunt as you walked. She picked up on the fourth ring.

“Did you step on a snake, or did you get mauled by a bear?”

“Hello to you too, Aunt Viv.”

Your Aunt Viv was considered the crazy one out of your family. Not because of her mannerisms or personality or the fact she probably was borderline close to adding “Friendly Wine Aunt” to her title, she was the only one to have broken off from tradition. She was, perhaps, one of your favourite people in the world for that reason alone.

“Well, when you told me you’d be spending a week out in some fucking forest, I assumed you wouldn’t have cell reception.”

You rolled your eyes, haphazardly avoiding a sharp rock sticking out from the ground, when you finally realized it was in your path.

“At this point, I wish it was one of the above. That way, I’d have an easy and reasonable way out,” you pouted.

There was a pregnant pause on the other end until you heard the thump of a bucket drop to the ground somewhere. “You were so excited to paint those landscapes. What happened? Is he there?”

You huffed. She knew you better than your own parents and your own brother.

“That obvious?”

She sighed through the phone, and you could picture her shaking her head. “Honey, nothing ruins your excitement more than that fucking waste of a man.”

You giggled at her remark. “I regret ever showing you his photo.”

“A woman my age can fantasize all she likes, even if he is a downright bastard.”

“And did say mention of said bastard just make you drop a bucket of apples?”

It was harvest season for her, all the way back in California. Aunt Viv’s apples were probably some of the best you could ever get on this side of the West Coast. Growing up, you always loved to run through the lanes of Galas and Smiths, climbing the trees for the best and brightest apples to eat.

“Don’t you worry, my dear. You know the worms aren’t that fast.”

You shook your head affectionately, finally lifting your eyes off the trail to take in the water. There was a part of you that regretted not bringing your sketchbook down with you, but you knew you could never do it justice. The blue of the water would never have matched the correct shade, and you wouldn't have been able to get the curve of the shoreline the right way or shadow the rivets of water at the right depth.

Sitting on a nearby rock, you dropped your head between your shoulders, letting it hang low.

“I don’t know what to do, Aunt Viv,” you sighed into the phone, pressing your hand to your forehead. There was another pause.

“Maybe you could talk to him about what happened?” she offered hesitantly.

“No, absolutely not,” you rushed out in a single breath. "I barely knew him for a single night before he started running his mouth about me. Why should I give him a chance when he never gave me one in the first place? Besides, he doesn't even know I know what he said."

You were met with more silence on the other end before she affectionately admonished, “Maeve, you don’t have to be scared of him. He’s just a man.”

Her words echoed in your mind, a gentle reproach that chafed against your pride. You weren't scared of Jake. Not really. Not of him, exactly, but of facing those feelings his words had stirred in you - feelings of inadequacy, of not being enough.

It held your breath hostage in a vice grip, tight.

“It’s one week,” you said, the words a half-hearted attempt to convenience yourself of the idea more than her. “It’s just one week where I can find ways to stay out of his way and not be a bother, and then I can leave and come help you out and drink all the dirty apple cinder I want.”

“You can have all the dirty apple cinder you want when you get here, but Maeve, don’t you shrink yourself down for a man who wouldn’t know a diamond if he held it in his hand, okay?”

Your grip on the phone tightened, her words stirring the embers of your resolve. “I’ll just keep to myself and the painting. That’s what I’m here for, right?”

“And your friend, right? Nat?”

You were. But even then, there was a small part of you that was deeply unsure of the why.

“Yeah,” you replied softly. “Bradley, too.”

She gently reminded you to have fun and to be safe before she had to go. The second you hung up your phone, you sighed, rubbing your eyes.

Pushing your towel off your shoulder and placing it on the rock beside you, you reached for the hem of your shirt, peeling it away from your body before doing the same with your leggings. You let your fallen pieces of clothing pile on the ground, and you closed your eyes, letting out a deep breath as you breathed in the clear air, finally allowing yourself to relax.

“Boyfriend trouble, Midge?”

Almost.

Gritting your teeth, you made to cover your body, your arms wrapping themselves tightly around your torso, your nails digging hard into your skin.

"Why the hell would you want to know, of all people?" you snapped at him, turning slowly on your heel. Standing before you, it took you a second to remember just how massive Jake was.

It had been a while since you’d been this close to him. His height and build, attributes that in another context might be admired, now served to remind you of the vulnerability you felt around him. You, with your smaller, short frame staring up at his face, were only reminded of that fact. The broadness of his shoulders, stretching the fabric of his button-up in a way that spoke of strength, with the way he always seemed to carry himself, made him see larger as if he was occupying more space than what was physically possible.

You stood there, trying to hold your ground, but the disparity in your sizes made you feel exposed, almost childlike. He's just a man, your aunt had reminded you.

Yeah, he is a man.

A man you hated with a burning passion. That was clear as day.

"Why are you here, Seresin?" you asked pointedly, ignoring the absence of a reply. He eyed you back. "Same as you. Bradley's going to purpose and wanted his best friend here."

You rolled your eyes. "No, what are doing fucking following me?"

"Fishing," Jake shrugs as if it's the most obvious thing in the world, spreading his arms out to prove a point, the rod and fishing line bouncing in his hand.

You raised your eyebrows at him. “Fishing? Really? Then please, be my guest. Poaching is a great way to get yourself kicked out of the park.”

Jake scowled at you. “You ever hear of catch and release, Midge?” he scoffed.

The laugh you let out was heartless. “Clearly, you know the concept all too well.”

You were dead set on escaping him, turning on your heel and marching towards the water without another word. Jake clearly thought the opposite, reaching forward to grasp at your elbow, pulling you back.

"Midge, stop! It's so like you to run off and ignore all your problems!"

Your turn towards Jake was sharp, a swift pivot that tore your arm from his grasp. Your eyes blazed with raw, unfiltered fury and resentment.

How dare he touch you!

"My problems!? What fucking problems would those be? I'm not the one purposely playing show and tell with my ego!"

Jake's face hardened. "My ego? You're the one making a scene every five minutes. You're the one that needs to calm down."

You glared at him, unwrapping your arms from around your chest to hang them at your sides, balling your hands into fists.

If he wanted calm, you'd show him the exact opposite.

"I'm not the one offering up cheap shots with every other breath. If you throw it at me, I'm going to throw that shit right back!"

Jake's eyes dropped to your exposed skin and the black bikini you had quickly changed into when you set up your tent. You saw it happen, and with each pass over your body, it felt like scrutiny, as if he was picking apart your every flaw, every scar, every wrinkle or flabby piece of skin. It was more ammo for more cheap shots later, no doubt.

Oh, so it's my fault then?" he sneered. "You're the one always ready to jump down my throat at the slightest provocation. Maybe if you weren't so defensive all the time, we could actually have a civil conversation and not ruin the fucking weekend for everybody."

You went to cover your body once again. "What do you fucking suggest then? Considering you cannot stand to call me out on something every two seconds?"

"Me?" he scoffed. "You're the one that seems to shutter in complete disgust every time I'm within breathing distance of you."

The retort was there, right on the tip of your tongue, ready to be unleashed on the world. That he said the same about you first, behind your back, no unless. It hung on your bated breath, waiting for the first word to be spoken, but something tethered you remain silent.

You couldn't admit that you knew, not know. You couldn't confront him about it either. He had proven here, and many times before, that the fault solely rested within you. And if you confronted it, that meant dredging up all the pain you meticulously buried under your disdain.

Admitting the real reason behind your spite, acknowledging the hurt he had caused, felt like giving him power over you, and that was the last thing you wanted.

You were going to back out before you said something you might regret.

"Okay, how about this? " You stated, holding your hands up in front of you, equal width apart. "This is you, and this is me. And this," you exaggerated, moving one of your hands into the center of the imaginary space you created, "is the boundary. We do not cross the boundary. We do not talk unless necessary, and we don't get into each other's way but to pass off the fucking compass to one another."

Jake scoffed. "You can't expect me to believe that is going to work?"

You dropped your hands to your hips. "Well, Mr. Smart Ass, have any other ideas that don't involve ruining Nat and Bradley's week?"

"I'm not that fucking heartless, Midge!" Jake retorted, his voice rising. "I'm not going to ruin it for them, but I won't tiptoe around you either. Whatever your problem is with me, it's yours to figure out on your own. Until then, put your selfish feelings and attitude aside and let them be happy!"

Something hit you square in the chest with his words. Your eyes began to sting, the sensation warning you of the impending overflow of unforgivable tears, and you tried to covertly blink them away. Everything was converging into a single, painful point in your chest, your mind now racing past every insecurity, every moment that had been magnified by Jake's previous words the night you met him - now being echoed yet again.

It was a raw exposure you hadn't anticipated, nor one you were prepared for.

"I'm not being selfish." You tried to hide the hurt from your voice. "But I guess that's a little too much to ask from someone like you."

Jake clenched his jaw. "Fine," he shouted, throwing up his hands. "You stay out of my way, and I'll stay out of yours!"

"Fine!"

"Fine!"

You stomped off with a shaky breath towards the shoreline, trying to ignore the tremor in your hands or how your stomach was flipping inside out, falsely warning you of some unknown danger or threat. Jake stormed off at the same time as you, stones crunching under his boots, and you had to force yourself from turning back to watch him leave.

Instead, you stepped into the water, the cool temperature shocking your system, but you pushed on, stepping forward until your waist was level with the lake.

Wading deeper into the water, you try to cast him from your mind. The lake water enveloped you, the cold water soothing on your skin and joints. You tried to pay no mind to Jake as you heard him cast his line off down the shoreline, letting your hands glide along the water's surface instead. You watched how the ripples cascaded out, surrounding your hand, and you found the motion soothing.

You suddenly sprung forward, diving under before you kicked yourself up into a dead man’s float, trying to push every single intrusive thought from your mind. Slowly treading the water with your hands, you let the silence flood your ears.

It wasn't an impossible task. You could do this: ignore him for the entire week and get away without interacting with him unless absolutely necessary. You could stay back with Bob and Grace or Cora and Mickey while he did whatever with the rest of them. You would let Nat have her moment to celebrate with her friends when Bradley did decide to pop the question, and you would smile and hug and toast to whatever came of it.

In some ways, you already had been. Because if staying at the back of the pack, away from Jake and out of everyone's hair, was the one thing you could do to make this experience the happiest for her, for them, you would do it.

So it was at that moment you decided Jake fucking Seresin was not going to have any opportunities to drive that fucking wedge any deeper than it already was.

But if a bear did decide to show up, you knew just exactly who you were tripping first.

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Part 2: Abracadabra - Coming soon!

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[frodo-cinnamonroll]

If the Fellowship Collected Things

a/n: So making Fellowship headcanons has been my newest obsession as far as writing goes. It's so much fun! It's so cool how it just come to you. I was partially inspired by @wordbunch and those amazing ones. I'll be posting the plethora of ones I've written over time. Here's what the Fellowship would have collections of. Enjoy!

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Sam: dried/pressed leaves and flowers. Dirt samples in little glass bottles with cork caps (he has a tiny spade too). Recipes and cookingware. 🍳

Frodo: maps and books. If a map is torn, he will cut it into small pieces and put it in a frame like a collage. Feathers he finds. 🪶Quilts and blankets.

Merry: he collects ale mugs and cloth napkins. Since hobbits have so many parties, his collection is always growing. Every now and then he'll snatch spoons or forks because he's always losing his silverware 🍽

Pippin: he collects poetry and songs, but no one knows how or where he gets so many. He has a wardrobe of just scarves. A bunch of cool rocks he finds that he thinks have gold in them, though Gimli tells him otherwise. 🪨

Aragorn: books... lots and lots of books 📚 He also has a collection of swords and daggers since he becomes attached to them. He has a secret collection of ribbons that Arwen wore in her hair that NO ONE touches 🎀

Boromir: he collects shields 🛡 Sometimes you'll find bones from who knows what. He has a wall of animal hides from hunting. He whittles little figurines a lot too.

Legolas: feathers and fern leaves 🍃 (ferns are the only plants he'll collect). And arrowheads also

Gimli: blades of axes and acorns 🌰 (he won't explain why). He always admires Sam's dirt collection and has a rock collection of his own for each important place he visits.

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[cloudy-li]

chapter five - a lesson on the art of misdirection

pairing - luke castellan x unclaimed afab!reader warnings - canon typical masterlist + tag list req - found here note - 1.5k enjoy my wonderful people :] i'll try to upload as regularly as possible but no promises! taglist! - @rinisfruity14

Your tattered black baseball cap was discarded on a rock, jutting out from the forest floor, covered in a thick blanket of maple leaves and frost. Shrouded in the shadows of naked maple branches and towering conifers, you and Luke sparred. Clashing steel to bronze. Meeting, matching ducking, counter-attacking, and defending were ingrained into your muscles since you were taught self-defence as a child, constantly on the move, hopping from one plane to another.

Luke parried, he side stepped your swipe at his side as you twirled around to counter his stance, blocking his attack. The dagger attached to your hip pressed into your thigh. You panted as the two of you danced like two eagles in the air. Talons locked, the two of you spiralled into a flurry of swipes and phantom slashes and parries. Luke charged forward both hands on the polished leather-bound hilt; you readied the grip on your own hilt, worn with use, the polish long smudged off. You stood your ground, planting your feet firm on soggy leaves as you readied your sword. The sword came in heavy and a resounding clang echoed around the sheltered clearing as steel met bronze. Luke slashed at your torso taking a step forward. You took another back, parrying the blade. The two of you met steel and bronze again until the edge of your blade met the cross guard of his. Sliding down in an ear splitting screech, twirling the tip to dislodge the sword from his grip, sending it flying in the air, landing with a brittle clang as it hit an outcropping of rock. 

Wheezing, you came face-to-face with Luke, turning around the hilt of the sword to rest the blade against his collarbone. “Hah… I win…!” you exclaimed, chest heaving. Luke studied you briefly, his eyes which should have held sparks of mirth, were steely. “Good job,” he held up his hands. “But you forgot one thing.”

Luke took a minuet step back, kicked the pommel of the sword from your grip, knocked you off your feet, nicked the dagger at you hip and placed it against the column of your throat all in one fluid move. Taking shallow breaths, as he straddled your abdomen. One hand on your shoulder pinning you down while the other held the dagger languidly against your throat. 

‘Stupid Hermes kids and their quick hands’ you couldn’t help but think. 

“The art of misdirection,” Luke began with a huff. “Never let down your guard and always, always, account for everything.” His expression was stern as he got up, extending a hand to help you up. Luke paused. You got up, grasping your hand in his and went to collect the stray swords from the floor, before handing Luke his and sheathing you blades in their respective sheathes. Luke grabbed your arm as you started to sheathe your sword. There was a look of urgency in his eyes, “You need to always be prepared, starlight, if you don’t pay attention to every tiny detail, no matter how insignificant it may seem, you will be misdirected, misused… Maybe even manipulated by what you choose not to see.” 

Noon had long passed and dusk was beginning to set on Long Island Sound. You and Luke had showered after your sparring match and attended to your daily duties before meeting back up again alongside the banks of Zephyros creek. Hand in hand, the two of you ventured ever deeper into the shadow scattered undergrowth, following a familiar, well-worn path towards Zeus's fist. Your mind was swirling with Luke’s words. ‘Never let down your guard, always account for everything.’ Your eyes were drawn to the creased ferns and tattered leaves that marked the path you tread on. Again, you thought of your dream. Or was it Luke’s dream to which you were an unwelcome voyeur? Your head spun. 

You took a step closer to Luke, shoulder touching shoulder. Luke let go of your hand and wound an arm around your hip, absentmindedly. Toying and the belt loop of your well-worn jeans. ‘Should I ask?’ Your thoughts ran unchecked, unleashed. “Luke,” an impending sunset backlit his curls golden. “Hmm? What is it, Starlight?” Gently, he came to a stop and turned you around to face him. Softly, he cradled his elbow, his other hand resting on your hip. The nail of your index finger dug into the flesh of your thumb. 

“I saw you, I-I mean, I saw your dream…” Luke started to chuckle. 

“What…” The hand on you hip retracted, slightly, and Luke took a step back. His pupils were frantic, scanning your face intensely. 

“How, what did you see…” there was a certain degree of cautiousness in his voice, like a bait thrown into the ocean to see what you knew.

You clenched and unclenched your fists, eyes darting around the darkened foliage that glowed in the early sunset. 

“Uh… You, Your mother? A house and uh… a beach… yeah” Your fingers grasped the pale strand in your hand. “Please don’t be mad…” You whispered.

Luke carded a hand through his curls, more than anything he seemed shocked, the gears in his head turning at double the speed. “I, uh… I don’t even know how I see these things,” Your fingers played with your hair, “Sometimes, if I’m thinking about someone, I just slip…”

There was a breeze that blew in from the north, carrying salt in the air and there was a rustling in the undergrowth, a few feet from the beaten path. Luke took a step towards you. His eyes were swimming, swimming with something you didn't understand on another’s face. Then, he grabbed your shoulders and a smile broke out on his face. 

“You said you wanted to help me, right? Help me overthrow the gods?” “Yes, and I still do.”

“Good… We can use this, your power, starlight, to recruit, to build an army.”

You also broke out into a small smile. “You think we can?”

Luke nodded, grabbing your cheeks and placing a chaste kiss on your lips that left you giggling. 

Luke’s eyes perked up, locking over your right shoulder, examining the long shadows that turned the foliage and undergrowth black.

And that's when it appeared. The lithe red body of a lion emerged from the undergrowth, teeth bared, tail raised. It screeched a deafening song which rung your ears. You could see Luke’s posture crumple, his hands flying to his ears. And then, just like that, without even a moment to breathe. Its tail was raised and pale yellow barbs were flung towards the two of you. A clear sheen of venom covered the projectile as it hurtled, hurtled ever closer.

You grabbed at Luke’s hands as the barbs neared, the hair on your neck stood up. ‘We’re going to die, we’re not gonna make it’ You held Luke’s hand and wrapped your arms around him, hugging him, chest to chest. You could hear his heart. ‘Is this the last time I’ll hear it?” 

You waited for what felt like a minute, but the blow never arrived, neither did the pain or the screams. A guttural screech echoed through the forest. You could feel your ears tingle at the sound and the beat of Luke’s heart under your skin accompanied by the frenzied shaking of your shoulders. Dazed, you dared to look at Luke who’s eyes were focused elsewhere. ‘Hes okay, still breathing, still alive’ Hesitantly, you turned around, your grip on Luke’s wrist faltering when you saw it. 

A column of shimmering black rose above your heads and arched around you bodies creating a spherical dome between the two of you and the monster you recalled mortifyingly to be a manticore. Smoky tendrils danced within and all around you, opalescent enough to see the last fading rays of sunset on the horizon. You turned to Luke, who’s eyes were wide as yours, mouth slightly agape. 

“How did this…” “You…” “Me…?”  “You… Starlight…” “Me…”

You bought your hands close to your chest, letting go of Lukes. You turned them over, palms facing up. They were calloused from training but otherwise, plainly normal, unpromising. Luke’s and your instincts were turned back on as the manticore shrieked again, its thin, shrill voice sending quivers down your spine. Luke was the one who reacted first, as your eyes were again, drawn to the shimmering black in front of you. Within the blink of an eye,  Luke was pulling you along the path, jumping over, cutting corners and sprinting straight back to the banks of the river and down east towards the cabins. Smacking aside brush and branch. And even at a time like this, you couldn’t help but admire him, admire the determined focus in his eyes. 

FInally, when you broke through the forest and into a clearing a few metres away from the armoury, you and Luke collapsed on the floor, panting for breath, adorned in stray cuts and jagged scratches from some thorny underbrush. Still in a trance, you got up, checked over Luke and stared disbelievingly at your hands. Luke got up with a grunt, sitting cross-legged from where he was laying on the ground. 

“Starlight,” he inhaled deeply. “Starlight, who are you?” his brows were furrowed with worry as he placed a hand on your knee, still as mystified as you were. 

You stared scrutinizingly at your palms, trying to make sense of the curves and staggers.

“I… I don’t even know anymore…”

#luke castellan x reader #luke castellan x you #two threads of yarn #luke castellan #pjo luke #pjo series #pjo tv show #percy jackson #cloudy-li writes #senior year is kicking my ass rip

[schizotrinkets]

coming back from the grave to share some goblin neopronouns then disappear again

list includes: general goblin pronouns, redcap pronouns, nature pronouns, rock goblin pronouns, and a few changeling pronouns.

no need to credit if you use. im just a hoarder. a collector. adjust and combine as you see fit.

goblin pronouns (general):

go / gobs / glin / gobself (goblinself)

tri / tricks / trink / trinkself

twi / twit / twitch / twitchself

ho / hor / hoard / hoarself

me (mi) / mine / mer / meself (mineself)

mis / misch / mischief / miself (mischself/mischiefself)

redcap goblin pronouns:

re / reds / red / redself

blade / bleed / blood / bloodself

bi / bit / bite / bitself

nib / nibbles / nibble / nibself

ha / hat / hats / hatself

cap / caps / capself

nature goblin pronouns:

fae / fem / fair / faeself

mo / moss / miss / mosself

mo / molds / mold / moldself

fe / ferns / fern / fernself

le / leafs / leaf / leafself

bu / bushes / bush / bushself

tree / trees / forest / treeself

rock goblin pronouns:

mu / mush / shroom / mushroomself

sto / stones / stoner / stoneself

peb / pebs / pebble / pebself

ro / rocks / rockem / rockself

di / dir / dirts / dirself

ge / gem / jeer / gemself

cry / crystal / crys / crystelf

changeling pronouns:

shi / shift / shifts / shiftself

che / change / changes / changeself

mi / many / multiple / manyself

dis / distor / distorts / distortself

#goblincore #goblin #goblinkin #changeling #kin #neopronouns #pronouns #list #nonhuman

[crownprinceknut]

Adventurecore Aesthetic - A Study

Colours

Hints of black

Muted blues, greens, and red

Shades of brown

Clothes - In the aforementioned colours

Belts

Boots

Converse

Corduroy pants/shorts

Crew-cut socks

Denim/corduroy jackets

Flannels

Leather/denim/corduroy/canvas bags -messenger/crossbody and backpacks

Scarves

Straight-cut jeans

Sweaters -knitted especially

T-shirts

White collared shirts to layer

Interests and Motifs

Collecting "worthless" objects -buttons/rocks/glass/bottle caps/etc.

Forests

Hiking/rock climbing/backpacking/geocaching/foraging

Knitting

Leaves -especially fern

Maps/cartography

Messy handwriting

Mist

Moss

Moths/insects/bugs/entomology

Mushrooms

Patches

Rain

Rocks/geology

Sketches

Tea

Twigs

Items

Binoculars

Compass

Lighter

Multi-tool

Notebooks

Pocket knife

Media

The Call of the Wild -dir. Chris Sanders (2020)

Call of the Wild -Jack London

Dungeons and Dragons -tabletop RPG

The Goonies -dir. Richard Donner (1985)

The Hobbit -J.R.R. Tolkien

Minecraft -videogame

Pete's Dragon -dir. David Lowery (2016)

Music

Hozier -artist

The Moss by Cosmo Sheldrake -son

Of Monsters and Men -band

The Oh Hellos -band

Pete's Dragon soundtrack -(2016)

Similar To

Chaoscore

Chaotic Academia

Cryptidcore

Hobbitcore

If you have any recommendations/edits please message me

#aesthetic #aesthetic study #adventurecore #adventure #lists #list post

[thedeadthree]

CHARACTER NATURE AESTHETICS

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Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms (if you know you know), shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes (prefers gold), fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (if she wants for something she will have it), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors (a waste of time), biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion (HUGE NO), watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#only if you want to of course! 🖤 #oc: lioslaith mac ruaidhrí #oc: adda de trastamara #oc: zoya de tancarville #oc: holland willoughby #leg.ocs #leg.tagged #leg.txt #if you have done this already please feel free to ignore! and if i missed you please take this as your tag! #THANK YOU SO MUCH BELOVEDS <3 #i will for sure be doing this with more ocs..! this was so cute to do! #ajsnkak lioslaith in the last two sessions on picking mushrooms IM SCREAMING.. she wishes not to kansxkajs #(they are at times fae affiliated and alive and like.... as the heir of an empire she wishes not to make enemies of potential allies..?) #i also realized i liked zoya better (the name meaning is more fitting! its 'from zeus' and her being descended from -> #a vampiric divine being her name meaning 'from a god' FIT SO WELL for her you know?) #i still need to figure out what her class is but ill get to play her in 3 days so ill determine that then! <3 #i love that holland aligned with so many of the aesthetics here <3 that ex personal assistant was MEANT for life in stardew <3 #zoya LOATHING beaches and cottages asnjkhnxdk but that dearest the most in love with the zen garden..! love that for u! #even the chaotic/lawful evil aligned (it varies on her mood that day ajnxksn) need *peace* u know <3 #also SCREAMING how much zoy VEHEMENTLY loathes trusting anyone especially her family.. so that's why that was a HARD no asnk #given her back story its so on brand! also loving for adda that she also felt the most at home with the garden aesthetic! #shes also lawful evil aligned jsanxn (at times lawful neutral bc though power hungry she still loves her people <3)

[risingsh0t]

oc nature aesthetics.

tagged by my dears @dihardys @leviiackrman @blackreaches @chuckhansen thank you!! 💗🌿

tagging @indorilnerevarine @shellibisshe @jackiesarch @florbelles @marivenah @arklay @montliyets @aartyom @fenharel @loriane-elmuerto @kingsroad @yennefre @shadowglens @queennymeria @devil-kindred if you want!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#tag game #oc: wren #oc: arielle #really wanted to use wren bc it didn't seem like she'd fit any lmao #but forestcore makes the most sense actually! #arielle being zen gardencore followed by beachcore is extremely accurate

[leviiackrman]

OC Nature Aesthetics;

I was tagged by the fabulous @dihardys, thank you macy I love you sm macy🤍

Tagging: @chuckhansen @risingsh0t @arklay @queennymeria @simonxriley @florbelles @indorilnerevarine @saintsilver @confidentandgood @virassan @thomrainer @marivenah @duffmckagans @liurnia @jackiesarch @blackreaches @multiverse-of-themind @trvelyans + @shellibisshe

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your oc, italicise what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies.

Cottagecore:

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore:

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore:

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore:

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore:

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore:

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore:

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore:

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#tagged* #dihardys #oc: margot durand #oc: asami enatsu #thank you! #these were so accurate for these girls #Margot is a mix of cottage core/forestcore/mountain core #Asami is zen gardencore/beachcore! #love how specific these were too

[strafethesesinners]

OC Aesthetics-NatureCore

Tagged by lovelies @deputyash and @harmonyowl to fill this out for my oc (s)

Rules: bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

Cottagecore:

Homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows.

Zen Gardencore:

Rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and goddesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud.

Junglecore:

Exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, up cycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit.

Forestcore:

Deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:

Seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass.

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones.

I’ll tag @unleashed111 @multiverse-of-themind @belorage @florbelles @henbased @adelaidedrubman @josephslittledeputy @nuclearstorms @sleepfight @allthearchetypes @ishwaris @harlow1898 @amistrio @foofygoldfish @cobb-vanthss @shallow-gravy @blackreaches @heroofpenamstan @redroci @clicheantagonist @wraithsoutlaws @vasiktomis @shellibisshe @purplehairsecretlair really whoever wants to! I know I always forget people:(

#oc aesthetics #Cooper aesthetic #no Heath this is too long lol #just one #oc: Cooper McCoy #no desertcore for Coop :( #but! seems like he is a tie between jungle core and forest core #interesting #I really wanna make one of these someday

[captastra]

OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

Thanks for the tag @socially-awkward-skeleton <3! I’ll do only Rhea for now :)

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

no pressure tag: @galaxycunt @clonesupport @bearcina @confidentandgood @poeti-kat @kourumi @natesofrellis @lethal-justice @incognito-insomniac @sstewyhosseini and anyone else who wants to play along, this is me tagging you :)!

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

Cottagecore: homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar,  herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of  water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore: rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on  skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames  flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning,  figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard,  scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess,  tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore:  exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native  birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden  beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in  plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore: deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of  stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn  from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them  out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms,  large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:  seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the  feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them,  bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore: watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat,  checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers,  laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and  gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and  thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#the outer worlds #rhea hawthorne

[marivenah]

OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

I was tagged by a bunch of people @purplehairsecretlair @statichvm @leviiackrman @risingsh0t @indorilnerevarine (and saw @adelaidedrubman do this!) thank you for the tags, beloveds!

tagging (no pressure); @natesofrellis @sstewyhosseini @shellibisshe @josephslittledeputy @confidentandgood @aceghosts @thomrainer @hoesephseed @lethal-justice @poeti-kat and anyone who wants to do this!

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicise what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies

did the ones I associate the most with nature in general!

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, oragami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore 

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore 

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

Cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, oragami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore 

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore 

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#oc: paloma garcía #oc: laurie devin #I'm surprised palo got cottagecore I actually expected jungle but I like it for her! #what laurie got forest? what a surprise :o #might be the first tag game where I didn't include zoiya #I also tried to do aiden but not even he worked that well #seems like my clowns are too picky #tag game

[tomushrooms]

TOR / NIA Sept 19-23

*Toronto - $5 delivery fee for orders under $100     *Niagara - $10 delivery fee for orders under $150

News

Available now from Italy, taking priority pre-orders! White Truffles .... $5 /g White Truffles, cut... $3.50 /g Burgundy Truffles ... $ 0.85 /g Pine $35-40/lb open and closed, taking priority pre-orders!!

Wild Mushrooms

An extra $3/lb will be charged for orders less than a case (a case is 5lb unless otherwise noted). An extra $5/lb will be charged for orders less than a case if the per lb price starts at $25 or higher.

Lobster    $12 /lb (5lb case) or $10/lb for 10lb+ Yellow foot $20 /lb (5lb case) or $18/lb for 10lb+ Hedgehogs $22 /lb (5lb case) or $20/lb for 10lb+ Sweettooth $18/lb (5lb case) Cauliflower $20 /lb (5lb case) Porcini $28 /lb (5lb case) Chanterelle $26 /lb (5lb case) limited amount Chanterelle Europe $15 /lb (5lb case) Sweet tooth Europe $13 /lb (5.5lb case) $12 /lb for 10lb+

Truffles:

White Truffles ... $5 /g White truffles cuts ... $3.5/g Burgundy Truffles ... $0.85 /g                Last of the summers but we do have frozen ... $0.40/g Périgord truffles will return in mid-November 2023

Vegetables/Fruits/Herbs

Zucchini Flowers, Israel $50 /basket (female, 50pc per basket)

Mix Medley Cherry Heirloom Tomatoes $75 /flat (14lb)

Red Haven Peaches $53 /flat 6x3lb baskets

Patty Pan Squash            $35 /5lb box

Sweet Fern Ontario, dry $12 /lb

Sumac Ontario, fresh $9 /lb

ON Mix Summer Squash $4.50 /lb

ON Heirloom Tomatoes (large) $4.50 /lb

ON Hakurai Turnip $5.50 /bunch

ON Butterhead lettuce $4.00 /head

ON Oakleaf lettuce $4.00 /head

ON Edible Flowers        $15 /50g bag

ON Lovage $5.00 /bunch

ON Lemon Balm $4.50 /bunch

Wild Vegetables and Greens

Sea asparagus.... $15/lb (2lb case)

Cultivated Mushrooms

Bluefoot .... $20/lb, or $18/lb if 9lb+ (4.5lb case),

Hen of the woods / maitake …. $14/lb (2lb/3lb case)

Brown beech / shimeji …. $14/lb (2lb case)

King oyster / pleurotes roi …. $10/lb (3lb case)

Baby king oyster .... $12/lb (3lb case)

Micro king oyster .... $12/lb (3lb case)

Shiitake …. $9/lb (3lb case)

Oyster / pleurote …. $9/lb (2lb/4lb case)

Lion’s mane .... $15/lb (2lb case)

Cinnamon cap .... $15/lb (2lb case)

Cremini .... $4/lb (5lb case)

Portobello .... $5/lb (5lb case)

Frozen Seafood/Fish

Scallops on the half shell (10lb) .... $13/lb

13/15 Digby Bay Scallops N.S. ... $32/lb

U10 Digby Bay Scallops .... $37/lb

Halibut Cheeks .... (10lb) $19/lb 0b

Yellowfin Tuna loins (15lb) .... $17/lb, or $15/lb for 60lb+

Rock Crab salad meat .... $20/lb (5lb pack)

Caviar Kaluga ...   - 30g $28 - 50g $46 - 100g $90 Fresh Caviar ... 100g - $100 never frozen Caviar Siberian ... - 100g $100 Caviar for pre-order in larger sizes 250g and 500g                       Larger denominations: Kaluga (0.90/g) Siberian (1.00/g) Caviar Siberian... out of stock until Oct 2023 30g/$31 50g/$51

Fresh Seafood

HI Kanpachi, whole, head on, guts in 6-10lbs avg. fish size .... $20/lb (20lb or 50lb case) NZ Iki Jime Mix Box, whole, head on, guts in .... $18/lb (22lb case) NZ Red Seabream, whole, head on, guts in, Iki jime .... $17.50/lb     22lb case; 1-2lb fish, 12+ count 2-3lb fish, 8-11 count 3-5lb fish, 4-7 count

Nuts

Black walnuts / grenobles noires (shelled) ….. $25 /lb (5lb bag)

Hickory nuts (in shell) …. $9 /lb (5lb bag)

Walnuts / noix de grenoble (shelled) ….. $18 /lb (5lb bag)

Hazelnuts / noisettes (in shell) ….. $8 /lb (5lb bag)

Hazelnuts / noisettes (kernels) .... $18 /lb (5lb bag)

Pecans / pécans (shelled) .... $17 /lb (5lb bag)

Heart nuts / noix de coeur (in shell) …. $8 /lb (5lb bag)

Frozen Berries (IQF)

Wild blueberries / bleuets sauvages (NB) …. $20/bag (2kg bag)

Elderberries (ON) .... $35/Bag (2kg bag)

Haskap berries / camerise (blue honeysuckle) (SK) …. $30/bag (2kg bag)

Saskatoon berries / baies de Saskatoon (ON) …. $30/bag (5lb bag)

Seabuckthorn / argousier (SK) …. $45/box (5lb box) -out of stock

Frozen Mushrooms (IQF)

Porcini whole …. $26/kg bag  

Porcini cubed .... $18/kg

Chanterelle …. $20/kg bag

Black trumpet .... $20/lb bag

Morels Special Price! $12/lb or $8/lb for 25lb or more

Truffle Products

White and black truffle oil, 250ml .... $22

White and black truffle oil, 100ml .... $15

Whole black truffles in oil, 40g .... $25

Truffle carpaccio, 220ml .... $50

Tartufata, 500ml .... $30

Tartufata, 90ml .... $15

Truffle honey, 340g .... $25

Truffle honey, 128g .... $15

Truffle salt, 400g .... $40

Truffle zest, 150g .... $30

Truffle zest, 50g .... $15

Small metal truffle slicer .... $26

Small wood truffles slicer .... $40

Large plastic truffle slicer .... $50

Large fancy truffle slicer .... $100

Specialty Items

Birch syrup (QC) …. $85/1L bottle, or $300/4L jug

Sweet clover extract (QC) .... $20/130ml

Sweet clover extract (QC) .... $110/1L

Maple syrup (amber) …. $55/4L jug

Sour cherry juice (ON) …. $16/1L

Yuasa Shiroshibori White Soy Sauce ....$14/200ml

Hichifuku Shirodashi Soy Sauce .... $24/360ml

Marunaka Shoyu Soy Sauce .... $36/720ml

Katsuo Ponzu ... $10/300ml

Junmai Fujisu Rice Vinegar .... $22/500ml

Saskatchewan Long Grain Wild Rice .... $17/lb or $825 /25kg

Dried Flowers /Herbs/Spices/Seaweed

Juniper berries (QC) …. $16/100g

Sweet gale leaves (QC) …. $14/100g

Sweet fern leaves (OC) .... $12/100g

Sweet fern catkin (QC) .... $34/100g

Balsam fir tips (QC) …. $13/100g

Spruce tips (QC) …. $12/100g

White pine needles (QC) .... $12/100g

Labrador Tea (QC) .... $15/100g

Wintergreen (QC) .... $22/100g

Fennel pollen …. $22/oz

White pepper (whole) …. $30/kg

Cardamom (whole) …. $45/kg

Kombu …. $15/100g

Irish moss …. $15/100g

Dulse …. $15/100g

Alaria …. $15/100g

Nori …. $15/100g

Sea lettuce …. $15/100g

Finger kelp …. $15/100g

Dried Mushrooms

Black trumpet .... $55/lb

Porcini (1st grade) .... $66/lb

Porcini (2nd grade) .... $50/lb

Porcini (3rd grade) …. $40/lb

Porcini powder …. $30/lb

Morels …. $175/lb

Chaga …. $25/lb (powdered or chunks)

Chanterelles …. $60/lb

Oyster .... $18/lb

Shiitake ... $18/lb

Matsutake .... $70/lb

[outofangband]

@foxindarkness asked

Hey! I think you haven't done Nan Elmoth yet in your flora and fauna series, and I'd really really love to see your take on it, especially if you feel like making one of your gorgeous boards to go with it!

Flora, fauna, geography and environment of Arda

As always this is not a complete list! Please always feel free to ask for more details about any category (birds, fern, spring plants, etc)

Nan Elmoth or the Valley of Stars was a deep forest East of Doriath and on the Eastern banks of the river Celon, a tributary to Aros which was itself a tributary to Sirion.

We can only speculate about the species of trees that grew here with the primary descriptor being that they block the sun. 

The climate and habitat is a deep, mixed deciduous forest with high moisture, higher than most of Doriath.

Mountain ash or Rowan, common beech and oak, and some towering pine trees are the most common species. Importantly, Yew trees grow throughout Nan Emloth and produce patches of near darkness where little else can grow.

Field and wych elms grow by the banks of Celon, needing the moist, sandy soil.

Bitter or woody nightshade grows throughout the vale as does arum, sweet violet, Great sallow, soft rush, royal ferns and bracken, common fragile fern, baneberry, black touch me not

Green shield moss, silky forklet moss, thyme moss and grey-cushioned grimmia are examples of species of mosses that grow on land in the valley.

Destroying angel mushrooms grow in the birch groves and funeral bell, panther’s cap, false death cap, bay bolete, lichens like Cladonia bellidiflora, Lobaria virens and beard lichens grow throughout on and around both decaying and healthy trees.

There was apparently a small lake or pool called Gladuial. This was likely a spring fed by ground water or a vestigial pool that remained fed by precipitation throughout the year

Common water moss clings to rocks in the river Celon, thriving in the shade the trees of Nan Emloth provide. Water starwort also grows here. 

There are a number of vernal pools dotted throughout the forest Small vernal pools like these are always wonderfully diverse mini ecosystems. 

Curled pondweed, amphibious bistort, bur-reed, frogbit, and least duckweed among other plants grow in these.

In the spring and summer, the chorus of frogs alights the forest at night and throughout much of the day

Pool frogs and agile frogs are the most common species though common tree frogs.

Smooth newts, palmate newts, and fire salamanders can also be found.

Crested newts can be found in small pools in less shaded areas closer to the riverbank

The forest is a quiet one and songbirds are rare and unnaturally taciturn during all but a few hours each day

Common nightjar, common nightingale, and red necked nightjar

Thrushes love the berries of yew trees which are poisonous to most others. Common blackbirds, redwings, mistle thrush.

Butterflies flit in open groves, feeding on the elm, birch and herbaceous plants of the vale. These include autumnal moth, wood white, and mourning cloak among others

Mollusks can be found in both the freshwater and terrestrial habitats of the forest. Point snails, Platyla gracilis, dusky arion slug, pond snails (Galba truncatula), and marsh slug among others.

Like in the Nan Tathren, large animals are rare in Nan Emloth. Those that do enter the valley are elusive

I like to think about prehistoric creatures roaming the lands around Doriath specifically Nan Emloth and the lands North of Neldoreth. I can make a post about that in more detail if there’s interest!

#the silmarillion #nan emloth #Eöl #beleriand #musing and meta

[kingsroad]

𝐨𝐜 𝐧𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐚𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐬.

i was tagged by the absolute darlings @chuckhansen​ & @risingsh0t! thank you both so much! ♡  i’m tagging @denerims​, @zahra-hydris​, @hiddenqveendom​, @samwilsonns​, @aroserinosman​, @dathomir​, @kingsmakers​ and whoever else would like to give this a shot!

rules: bold what always/definitely applies, italicize what sometimes applies, strikethrough what never applies.

cottagecore

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

zen gardencore

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

junglecore

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

forestcore

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

beachcore

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

mountain / meadowcore

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#type: meme #oc: vhaena targaryen #oh i loooove this kind of thing #so thank you both so much for tagging!!

[deputyash]

OC Aesthetics - Naturecore

Thank you for tagging me @harmonyowl and I believe @strafethesesinners :3

Tagging: @teamhawkeye @ri-a-rose @statichvm @derelictheretic @cobb-vanthss @cryptichobbit and anyone else who wants to! (Pretty sure most people have been tagged but just in case.)

Rules: Bold what always/definitely applies to your OC, italicize what somewhat/sometimes applies, strikethrough what definitely doesn’t/never applies.

- Dove Ash - 

Cottagecore: 

homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar, herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies, bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

Zen Gardencore: 

rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues of gods and goddesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning, figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard, scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess, tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

Junglecore:  

exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting your own fruit

Forestcore: 

deep silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms, large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

Beachcore:  

seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them, bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them, postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

Mountain/Meadowcore: 

watching the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat, checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers, laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

#finally catching up again haha #just dove this time #tag games #my ocs #dove ash

[direwombat]

rolling some tag memes into one post for the sake of consolidation. tagged by @socially-awkward-skeleton​ and @harmonyowl​ to do both an oc nature vibes meme and an oc speech mannerisms meme -- thank you two so much for the tags! 

tagging (to do one, the other, or both, whichever y’all want/applies): @natesofrellis​, @thomrainer​, @aceghosts​, @confidentandgood​, @poeti-kat​, @schoute​, @funkypoacher​, and anyone else who wants to do them!

italics sometimes apply

bolds always apply

strikethroughs never applies

Types of People Naturecore Edition:

COTTAGECORE: homemade bread, throwing seeds out for the chickens, a tabby cat, patchwork quilts, puffy skirts, ceramic dishes, fresh flowers in a glass jar,  herbs hanging from the ceiling, freckles, grey eyes, Athena, old recipe books, a cookie tin filled with recipe cards from grandma, home-sewn  pillows, a plate of cookies, the smell of rosemary cooking in a pot of  water on the stove, a floral tea pot, salt and pepper shakers, pansies,  bartering with neighbors, biking to town, stained glass windows

ZEN GARDENCORE: rocks raked with precision, bonsai trees, holy temples, moss covering statues  of gods and godesses, reading ancient texts, being blessed by your  ancestors, trusting and family devotion, watercolors on paper, ink on  skin, poetry and art, hot springs, cherry blossoms, little flames  flickering behind paper curtains, the smell of incense burning,  figurines carved from jade and gold from centuries ago, rain, a mist  seeping around your ankles as you make your way to school, a chalkboard,  scraps of cloth made into art, origami, your father’s heirloom sword  you long to one day pick up like your favorite Disney Princess,  tranquility and peace, stubborn and proud

JUNGLECORE:  exotic animals, tree house, waterfalls, learning the calls of native  birds, bright colors and natural materials, bracelets made from wooden  beads and bones and feathers, collecting mushrooms, shirts with the  sleeves cut off, leaving plastic bottle caps out full of water for frogs  to soak in, cutting jeans to make them into shorts, wading in the  river, cutting your own hair, bamboo wind chimes, upcycled art, fish in  plastic jugs, air plants, climbing up trees using the vines, harvesting  your own fruit

FORESTCORE: deep  silences of the oldest trees, darkness, log cabins, deer antlers  mounted on the wall, rearticulated skeletons, hand-dried pelts, pots of  stew cooking over a fire, pancakes in a cast iron pan, brown boots worn  from hiking, an old walking stick, bonfires at night, roasting  marshmallows and making s’mores, strange markings carved into the bark  of trees, ferns that curl up when touched, hearing animals dart here and  there but never being able to catch more than a quick glimpse of them  out of the corner of your eye, finding half-eaten acorns and mushrooms,  large tracks from something you can’t identify, bow hunting

BEACHCORE:  seashell collection, model boats, jars of sand, windswept hair, the  feel of the wooden boardwalk on your bare feet, big sunglasses, light  blue walls, rope hammock, pillows with anchors embroidered on them, flip  flops, shining sun, fish tank, sea animal plushies, a steering wheel  from a boat on your wall, plates and mugs with seahorses on them,  bracelets with plastic shell and dolphin and turtle beads on them,  postcards from the ocean, wind chimes made of sea glass

MOUNTAIN/MEADOWCORE: watching  the rabbits down in the valley, reading a book in a window seat,  checking the sky for storms, knitting heavy quilts for the winter, many  layers of clothing, waking up to see the sunrise and sitting outside for  the sunset, enjoying the company of ones-self, mountain goats, clovers,  laying in the tall grass underneath the sun, field mice, crystal and  gemstone collection, a tin filled with buttons and sewing needles and  thread, fresh-brewed coffee in the morning, scones

SPEECH MANNERISMS 

NO. OF SPOKEN LANGUAGES: 1 / 2 / 3+ (english and cajun french)

TONE OF VOICE: high / average / deep

ACCENT: yes / no (she normally tones it down, but she has a pretty thick southern accent)

DEMEANOR: confident / shy / approachable / hostile / intimidating

POSTURE: slumped / straight / stiff / relaxed

HABITS - head tilting / swaying / fidgeting / stuttering / gesturing / arm crossing / strokes chin / er, um, or other interjections / plays with hair or clothing / hands at hips / inconsistent eye contact / maintains eye contact / frequent pausing / stands close / stands at a distance

COMPLEXITY:

VOCABULARY: ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️

EMOTION: ◼️◼️◼️◻️◻️

SENTENCE STRUCTURE: ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️

PROFANITY:

FREQUENCY: ◼️◼️◼️◻️◻️

CREATIVITY (in regards to profanity): ◼️◼️◼️◼️◻️ (most of her creativeness comes when she slips into cajun french)

BOLD ALL THAT APPLY - arse. ass. asshole. bastard. bitch. bloody. bugger. bollocks. chicken shit. crap. cunt. dick. frick. fuck. horseshit. motherfucker. piss. prick. screw. shit. shitass. son of a bitch. twat. wanker. pussy.

THIS OR THAT - straightforward or cryptic? / finding the right word or using the first word that comes to mind? / masculinity / neutrality / or femininity? / formalities or with abrasiveness? (the more polite she is, the more she hates you) / praise or equivocation? (depends on whether she likes someone and what she’s responding to)/ frankness or lies? / excessive or minimal hand gestures? / name-calling or magnanimity? / friendly or blunt? (she’s both!)

IMPORTANT QUESTIONS:

DO PEOPLE HAVE A HARD TIME HEARING OR UNDERSTANDING YOUR CHARACTER? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never. (mostly due to her accent)

DOES YOUR CHARACTER’S POINT COME ACROSS EASILY WHEN THEY SPEAK? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER INITIATE CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER BE THE ONE TO END CONVERSATIONS? - almost always / frequently / sometimes / rarely / never.

WOULD YOUR CHARACTER USE ‘WHOM’ IN A SENTENCE? yes / no / only ironically

YOUR CHARACTER WANTS TO MAKE A COUNTERPOINT. WHAT WORD DO THEY USE? - but / though / although / however / perhaps / mayhaps.

HOW DOES YOUR CHARACTER END CONVERSATIONS? - walk away / ask if that’s everything / say that’s everything / give a proper goodbye / tell their company they’re done here / remain quiet / they don’t.

WHAT SOCIAL CLASS WOULD OTHERS ASSUME YOUR CHARACTER BELONGS TO, HEARING THEM SPEAK? - upper / middle / lower. (she actually confuses people: her accent suggest lower class her vocabulary suggests she’s well educated/well-read)

IN WHAT WAYS DOES THE WAY YOUR CHARACTER SPEAK STAND OUT TO OTHERS? - accent / vocabulary / tone / level / politeness / brusqueness / it doesn’t.

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