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startrekfangirl2233-writes · 4 months

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Non-Sibi Sed Patriae

Chapter Eleven of Sweet Home Alabama

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd), Bradley ‘Rooster’ Bradshaw x OC (Linley Mitchell/Floyd)

Description: What does Bradley mean by "Uncle Mav"? You're not sure you understand. It was inevitable that Bradley and your dad meet. But what would the likelihoods be that they would already know each other? If it's any consolation, Jake seems to be just as confused as you are. But you have a bad feeling about this. Would coming clean to your fiancé mean the end of your relationship?

Themes: love, attraction, angst, sex, cheating, lying

Warnings: Bradley is a little mercurial. He's rude, okay, to both Mav and Linley. This is where the events of TG 1986 come in. Casual cursing.

Word Count: 2794

A/N: Bradley's in Alabama and he's definitely causing some issues. My thanks to @desert-fern who helped me come up with the callsigns Mav gives to Linley and Jake. I hope you all love this chapter!

AO3: Cross-posted here!

Wattpad: Cross-posted here!

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You're sure you have whiplash. First, you have the emotional upheaval of seeing Bradley on the field, with Jake dogging his footsteps. Why is he in Alabama in the first place? It doesn’t look like he’s willing to tell you, either. That upheaval is followed by the quiet devastation on Jake’s face. You can’t understand Jake Seresin. A part of you is sure you never will. He signed the divorce papers and told you to get out of Alabama. You’re doing what he wants, so what right does he have to be angry?

Then Bradley is kissing you. You try to melt into it, everything in you rejoicing at the sight and smell and feel of him. But it doesn’t feel the same as it did on the night you got engaged. Not in the slightest. Something’s missing. There is a spark between you that seems to have evaporated into thin air. What’s worse is how you seem to know exactly where that spark has gone, right to your soon-to-be ex-husband. That has to be the only reason why the pain in your chest feels like you’ve been trampled by a rampaging herd of cattle, right?

As if the sick love triangle you’ve found yourself in isn’t enough, there’s the devastation on Bradley’s face as he chokes the words ‘Uncle Mav’ out. Mav? Mav?! Why the hell is your fiancé calling your dad by the short form of his callsign? He left the Navy a quarter century ago, after all. Your dad left all of that behind when he left the Navy. Why wouldn’t he tell you he had more people he considered family? You know all about your Grandpa Duke and Grandma Maisie, about the struggles your father went through after your grandfather passed away. You know about how your Grandpa Duke lost his life saving his squadron. You even know why your dad joined the Navy and then why he left the service shortly after you were born. Hell, your godfather himself is still serving in the Navy, flying jets with the vast majority of the men you call uncles. But he’s never once mentioned Bradley Bradshaw. He’s never mentioned anyone named Bradshaw at all.

“Hey, Baby Goose.” There’s something unreadable in your dad’s face as you stare between both of the men - one who is a pillar of your life and one who is quickly becoming one. “You look good, kid.”

“Wish I could say the same about you, Mav.” There’s shock in Bradley’s voice, tension thick and cloying in a way wholly unrelated to the crush of the crowd surrounding you. The two of them are steps away from each other, and unsurprisingly, that leaves you and Jake on the outskirts of this game, this domination play your father, and your fiancé have found themselves in. “You got old, old man.”

There’s a cruel smirk on Bradley’s face, and your dad actually looks sad and old for the first time. All of his vibrancy has drained away just at the sight of your fiancé. “You could have come to see us sometime after Dad, you know?”

“I couldn’t do it.” Your dad can barely say the words.

“Why’s that, old man? Could it be that you couldn’t face your mistakes? That you couldn’t face what you did to my dad?” This is a Bradley Bradshaw that you’ve never met before. He’s cruel, calculating, and cold. For the first time, you see Carole in his usually warm, open face. His words, his tone, sting like an open-palmed smack to your cheek, leaving uncomfortable warmth behind as your dad gawps, his throat working as he tries to speak. The silence is harsh and uncomfortable, electricity crackling between Bradley and your dad.

It has you taking a step back, the raw hatred making you feel uncomfortable in a way you never have before with either man. You can’t pick sides. Not between the man who has given you everything you’ve ever wanted, who has safeguarded your life like it’s more precious than his own, and your fiancé, your Bradley, your sunshine when you feared that love and hope were both lost. How can you possibly choose? You take another step back and another, praying that the milling crowd will swallow you up. But instead, you collide with a firm, warm body.

Usually, you'd be apologizing for bumping into a stranger, but you know who it is. It's Jake, standing at your back like a bulwark, silent support exuding from every pore.

"What's going on, Lin?" You blink, not expecting the spicy scent of his cologne surrounding you and the heat of him as he murmurs into your ear.

"I dunno," your voice is equally quiet, "I think Dad knows Bradley. But not just as my fiancé, as something else. Bradley called Dad ‘Uncle Mav’."

"Like his old Navy callsign?" Your face crumples at the reminder that you still don't know what Bradley Bradshaw has to do with your dad other than being your fiancé. But before you can say a word, he murmurs on. "Hey, d'you remember that one day when he gave us our callsigns?"

That you remember, and it’s a saccharinely sweet thought that has you smiling despite yourself. It had been a syrupy, slow summer day. School was out for the summer, and it had been for a few weeks, if you remember correctly. The cicadas buzzed in a chittering roar that seemed to rise and fall with the hot summer breeze rustling through the trees. You were lying in the hot, dry grass with a sketchbook, coloring pencils, and markers surrounding you. Jake was upside down with his legs against the tree trunk you were both sitting under. It was one of those torturously slow, hot days. But neither of you minded, not as long as your dad was there telling stories about his time at the Navy. The story of his call sign was one that both of you had heard a million times, but it was one you could hear over and over again.

“Dad?” You'd asked, every movement you make languid, your muscles feeling like overcooked spaghetti under the sweltering heat of the sun. “How come we don't have callsigns?”

You were only twelve or thirteen years old, and there was nothing that seemed more important.

“Well, usually, your training cohort would give you your callsign, kiddo.” Your dad had looked at the two of you under the tree with not a little bit of amusement as he wiped the grease off of his hand. “But, since there isn’t a cohort here to give you yours, how about I give them to you?”

Jake had sat upright so fast that he nearly bowled the both of you over. There were leaves in his hair, and dirt streaked on his cheeks as the both of you had focused your attention on your dad.

“What about Hotshot for you, Lin?” Before he had even finished the phrase, you’d been nodding your head. “And I was thinking about Tip for you, Jake.”

Jake had tipped his head sideways as he’d thought. “Why Tip, sir?” He still calls your dad, sir. He has for most of your life.

“Well, I settled on Tip for you because Linley rushes into things. Between the two of you, you’re the cautious one.” A part of you still thinks that your dad made sense. “So I went with Tip as in Tip-Toe.”

You’re jolted out of your reminiscing by the hand that wraps around your arm. It’s Bradley, because of course it is, and his face is cherry red as he drags you through the crowd. His grip is punishing, his stubby nails digging into the flesh of your upper arm as you half-jog to keep up with his fast pace. You’re not sure where he’s dragging you because you’re pretty sure Jake dropped him off. Sure, you have your rental here, but Bradley doesn’t know where it is.

When he lets you go near the picnic tables at the edge of the field, there are angry red divots in your arm, and you’re sure you’re going to be bruised in the morning. He’s pacing in front of you, the pristine suit he’s wearing wrinkling with the force of his motions as he buries his hands in his hair. You’ve never seen him like this before. Even in the middle of the most stressful of press conferences, Bradley’s always smiling. He’s the epitome of calm under pressure. So, to see him like this is more than a little jarring.

You’re a little shocked by the rage in his gaze when he finally turns towards you as you sit on one of the picnic benches.

“So, sweetheart,” His voice is a growl as he glares at you. “When were you going to tell me that Maverick fucking Mitchell is your dad?”

You swallow and reach for his hand, praying that he’ll trust you enough to let you have it. The fact that he lets you take it gives you just enough courage to tell the whole truth about your family, at least for the first time in your relationship.

“I was going to tell you, I promise.” Your sigh is soft as you tug Bradley down to sit on the bench next to you. “I left Pigeon Creek seven years ago because I had a dream I wanted to achieve. Pretty soon after I got to New York, though, I realized that somebody called Linley Mitchell was too countryfied to make it big in the fashion industry. So I took on the nom de plume of Linley Floyd.”

Bradley has an oddly thoughtful look on his face as he looks at your interlaced hands. “So why didn’t you ever tell me that Floyd wasn’t your last name?”

“I-I.” You can barely catalog your thoughts. “I didn’t want to disappoint you.”

To your embarrassment, you’re sniffling a little. “I know what Carole is like. Reputation is one of the most important things in the world to her. Up-and-coming fashion designer, extraordinaire Linley Floyd of Greeneville, Alabama, is a better PR spin than trailer-trash Linley Mitchell from Pigeon Creek, Alabama, isn’t it?”

He doesn’t even try to tell you that you’re wrong - and that hurts inexplicably. “And as far as dad goes, I didn’t know, Bradley.”

He huffs disbelievingly at you. “Sure, you didn’t know. You’re telling me Mav didn’t tell you about how he ruined our lives?”

“I truly didn’t know, Bradley. Dad doesn’t talk about much of his experiences with the US Navy at all. He’s never told me the true reason why he left the Navy. He’s only told me that he left because I needed him as a baby.”

The kicked look on his face and his red-rimmed eyes are enough to have you slipping into Bradley’s lap. You’re a little surprised that he lets you get that close, honestly.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” If your tone is a little bit wheedling, well, you’re sure Bradley doesn’t even notice. His hands loop gently around your waist as he thinks. When he speaks, his voice is hoarse and grim.

“My dad’s name was Nicholas Bradshaw, his callsign, Goose. He was Maverick’s RIO in the Navy. They met at the US Naval Academy and were best friends on sight. Everything was perfect between them. They flew together, and they did everything together. Hell, Mav was my dad’s best friend when he married my mom. He was there when I was born. He’s my godfather, Lin. He was my parents’ closest friend. Then, the two of them were called to Top Gun, which is the most elite program for training fighter pilots, and they were both candidates for it. The competition was equally fierce. Everyone wanted their name on the trophy. So, there was a fair amount of showboating and flashy maneuvers involved. It was a thirteen-week training program, and the maneuvers were growing more and more challenging by the day.”

He looks far away as he tells the tale.

“Hop 31 was when everything seemed to go sour.” There’s a terror you’ve never seen on his face before. “They were flying with another pilot and his RIO, Iceman and Slider. The goal was to shoot down the enemy with the other team. Iceman wasn’t able to get into weapons envelope range, so Mav went in to take the shot. But he ended up flying through Iceman’s jet wash. The jet went into a flat spin, and the engines failed. Mav and my dad had to eject.”

There’s a sick feeling in your gut.

“But the canopy didn’t detach fully. My dad came out of that ejection with a severely compacted spine.” Your yelp is sharp as he shoves you off of his lap. Bradley’s gesticulating again, his eyes crazy as he yells into your face. “Mav could have flown if he wanted to after destroying my dad’s dreams. Nick Bradshaw was honorably discharged on medical grounds. He never flew in a fighter jet again. It was all Maverick Mitchell’s fault.”

“How was I supposed to know, Bradley?” Your heart hurts. Dad should have told you - or maybe you could have asked. “It was just an accident, right?”

“Hah!” His voice is filled with scorn as he scoffs at you. “The Navy may have ruled it so, but I don’t believe it. My dad was never the same again after all of that. He was a shell of the man he used to be. It was all Maverick’s fault. To top it all off, he came to visit us a couple of times after the crash but then never again.”

“Bradley?” Your voice is gentle as you try to get him to look at you again. “I’m sorry it happened like that. But I know my dad. He would never willingly or knowingly hurt the people he cares about. He hasn’t spoken once about what happened, and I think it’s because it still hurts him.”

“Yeah, well, obviously, we can’t say the same thing about you, can we?” You’re reeling. “After all, you could have told me the truth, and we could have worked through it. But I don’t think that’s possible anymore. What else are you going to tell me then?”

“Bob’s not really your cousin, and I think that’s apparent now. Is Jake a part of your family at all? Or is that another one of your elaborately contrived lies, Linley?”

Right when you don’t want him, of course, Jake shows up.

“Must be exhaustin’, huh, Linley?” He’s looking sad and angry, and there’s so much pain clawing its way through your gut.

“What?” Bradley barks out, obviously not liking that your private conversation has been interrupted.

“Well, Roo, you and I are in love with two different people.” You’re gasping for breath now, each one ragged and not providing nearly enough oxygen to shock you out of this spiral. That Jake’s calling Bradley ‘Rooster’ means he’s seen the articles about Bradley’s playboy days.

“So what, then? Is he a second cousin of yours, Lin?” There’s something that looks a lot like open contempt on Bradley’s face as he looks Jake up and down.

That insult is what prompts you to choke the words, “He’s my husband,” out. Of course, the moment you drop that bomb, Bradley’s wheeling away from you like you’ve struck him.

“So what, Linley?” He’s chuckling cruelly. “Are you telling me you married your cousin?! I know Alabama’s got a reputation for that, but I didn’t think it was actually true!”

To your shock, you’re dashing away tears. “No, Bradley. I came down here to finalize my divorce.”

He looks like you’ve smacked him in the face as he stares at you. Then he whirls around and walks away.

“Bradley, wait!” God, you have to fix this. You love Bradley. You still want to marry him.

“Wait!” But he’s not listening, choosing instead to walk away like you’re not important to him at all.

“I just…. Please!” You’re pleading, practically begging, but he’s not budging. He doesn’t even seem to care when you trip and nearly fall on the grassy ground. “Let me try and explain myself!”

Finally, he stops and looks at you. That cold, very Carole-like look is on his face again as he looks at you.

“Look, I don’t know who you are or what else you lied about, but I know one thing…” Rage makes twin spots high on his cheeks. “There is a Learjet in Mobile waiting for me, and I’m on it.” He turns around and stomps away. Bradley doesn’t even turn around when you scream his name.

“Shit.” What is it with fucking Alabama destroying all of your relationships?!

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running2reanimation · 1 year

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Greetings!

Welcome to my Animation VS fandom/ask sideblog! My name is Shace and I follow from @running2redemption! My pronouns are she/him!

I mostly write fics! And occasionally make quizzes! And very occasionally do bad art!

I accept in-character asks for ALL STICKS + HEROBRINE + MY OCS

I'm not an artist though, so most asks won't include art!

This is my masterpost of stuff that I made that I will update as I make it!

Masterpost

My OCs! - Mint (Green), Royal (Blue) and Aqua (Blue), as well as fankids Chestnut and Mahogany. The Minecraft Crew! - Teal, Indigo, Fern, and Sky King + verses

Headcanons

Main post - the main cast, regularly updated Alan and alexcrafter Some worldbuilding headcanons The Mercenaries

Fics

One Horrible Moment - Everything was working as it should. And that meant the boy would die. (A short blurb from the perspective of one of the workers at Booth 30 that day.) - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Formality - Striker was pretty sure this was actually yet another test from the enigmatic head of the Rocket Corporation. Inviting a bunch of mercenaries to dinner at the most expensive restaurant in Stick City could be nothing less than the ultimate test of his leadership abilities. -(Tumblr) - (Ao3)

KingDrabbles

Same - What was normal now? - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Home - The road home is paved with fire and brimstone. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Playthings - Stick figures are made of two things: violence... and love. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Amalgam - Flecks of Gold in a field of white. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mornings - ...are for mourning. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Birthdays - Happy Birthday, King! - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Recording - This message will be saved for 7 days. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mourning - Flowers and funerals. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Awaken - Reality is cruel. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Illness - Caring comes in many forms. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Interests - It's hard keeping track of them all - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Tired - There’s no rest for anyone, just moving on and on. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Wonder - What if... - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Progress - It's going to get better; it has to. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Sickness - Sometimes the caretaker needs care. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Forgiveness - It's over, isn't it? - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Mugs - Happy Father's Day, King! - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Anniversary - Grief is just love with nowhere to go. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Gone - ...fishing! - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Darkening - On a list of bad decisions, this might be one of the worst King ever made... /KingDark AU/ - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Scars - We all have them, it's just that not all of them are visible - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Alive

Primal - She wouldn’t Stop. The world had grown, changed, it was new and she still wanted to see what was next. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Logo - Why was he alive and they weren’t? What made him so different? Why was he so alone? - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Ballista - He woke up surrounded, stick figures on either side of him, guns in hand. He drew his sword and heard a scream that rocked his world. - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

helper - The stick waved out at his Creator, but He wasn't paying attention, instead typing something into the computer. And soon the stick learned why as he felt a sense of knowing wash over him. His name was "helper". - (Tumblr) - (Ao3)

Quizzes

Which Alan Becker Stick Figure Are You?

Which of Member of Rocket Corporation Are You?

Credit for my axolotl icons goes to @sketchshack!

#masterpost #new pinned post for newcomers to find things #also an advertising post I guess?#it would be really cool to get some more followers #alan becker #animator vs animation #animation vs minecraft

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cassynite · 9 months

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5 and 6 for sparrow, for the oc questions? :]

Aaaah thanks so much Ferne!!!

5. What kind of abilities and power level does your oc have? Why did you give them their powers? What's the in-universe reason?

For obvious reasons, Sparrow's powers and ability fluctuate as part of her canon story of becoming knight commander--

Pre-canon, Sparrow's a sword saint magus, so she's very skilled in fighting with a longsword as well as adept at magic. This was taught to her to give her versatility in defending Evaethi and fending off possible assassination attempts. She is very intelligent and works hard, so she's above average when it comes to her abilities, though her true strengths lie with her tactical mind and her ability to keep a cool head in bad situations, which is what tends to give her an edge in battle.

During WOTR, Sparrow obviously gains the additional magical abilities of the angel mythic path, focusing on strengthening and healing her allies. By the end of the game she's very close to demigod status, though she does not actually ascend by Areelu's plan, and would likely become some version of demigod within the next century or so as she grows in power with age.

Meta reasons for her abilities are basically I wanted to lean into the ice queen persona, so I pushed her intelligence and tactics--also, since i played the game on easy, crusade mode was a joke, so in-game Sparrow's a fantastic general and those skills lent itself to justifying that. As for her magus class...I know next to nothing about mechanics lol, I honestly picked that class because I liked the magus outfit the most.

6. What are the weaknesses in their power? Why did you give them their weaknesses? What's the in-universe reason?

Oooh this is an interesting one. I'd say mechanically, while she's skilled with a longsword she doesn't really know how to handle other weapons--and without her magic, she's very fragile, which makes her typical battle tactic of shielding herself and charging in risky. In general she can get injured far more easily, especially regarding broken bones--her plumekith heritage has given her hollow bones, which are easy to break. Beyond that, while she's great with tactics and contingencies, if something happens that's completely out of left field and she can't account for, it's hard for her to change things on the fly.

For meta reasoning, I like how her battle style and weaknesses reflects her actual personality--she might be strong, but she's brittle, and she is frightened of change.

#cassy answers #gutterspeak #oc: sparrow #pwotr pals #take all of the mechanics stuff with a big grain of salt and the knowledge that i am a Casual Girlie #my typical playstyle is to set the game on RTwP and let the AI sort it out #so like. what i imagine for sparrow's build might not be very realistic lol

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lingering-paperwork · 2 months

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《Intro post》

Hello I'm Angel/Tune :3

they/them/xe/xem/he/him

Asks - Please, Behave, and you can ask me anything! [I prefer oc asks, though I Might feel like doing a request or two if I'm up for it]

Messages - I prefer if you message me on my other account [ @aluminum-angels ] but otherwise, feel free! [Mutuals are free to ask for my discord anytime]

Ao3 - link here! [I unfortunately do not upload there often]

Here are all the iterators on this blog you can ask about!

- tag navigation -

#[angels art tag] - general art

#[angels writting] - my writing and lots of rambles

#[rabies local group] - has drawings of my ocs: Blank Slate, Two Cups of Tea, Thirteen Shooting Stars, Ill-Fated Literature, Whispering Waters/Thundering Streams, Wishing For More, and Fields of Ferns

#[seven circles of heaven] - has drawings of my ocs: Broken Wheel, Visual Snow, Robes of a Seraphim, Eyes of a Principality, Rings of a Throne, Paths Under Bridges, and An Oil Painted Cloud

#[outerwilds local group] - has drawings of my ocs: a Lethal Shock, Twenty Carmel Apples, Lives For Carefree Abundance, A Climbing Altruistic Tune, Dawn At Ground Level, and Eight Critical Data Pearls

#intro post #pinned post #introduction #[rabies local group]#[outerwilds local group]#[seven circles of heaven]#[angels art tag]#[angels writting]#inspo

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nikosasaki · 1 year

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i wanna hear abt your new wednesday ocs!

okay 1) ur my favorite person, and 2) ill try to keep the word-vomit to a minimum but im not making any promises;

so first there's alchemist Dorothy 'Dot' Ripley. Shes a descendant of the famous 15th century alchemist George Ripley, who is one of the most influential people in the field. you'd think this gives her a lot to live up to, but Dot isn't really affected by that. Not in any noticeable way, at least. she's really dorky and a little clumsy, but in the most charming way. she's very smart but nobody really notices. She has had a crush on Yoko Tanaka for the longest time, and she's good friends with Enid Sinclair. the two bond over kpop and being not-so-secretly lesbians <3

next there's Eli Conrad, a solitary cosmic witch with an interest in demonology. he's the astrology bitch of the friend group basically. he shares a lot of classes with Dot and they're pretty good friends - according to Dot, anyway - which is how he's also kind-of friends with the rest of Bram's social circle. Eli is a huge sweetheart and extremely smart, but he's also terminally awkward. unlike Dot he's pretty shy and if it wasn't for her he probably wouldn't have many friends at all because of that. He eventually falls in love with Tyler Galpin (in my idea of season two, anyway) bc he believes he can fix him dfghsdf

then there's my two nymph girls! Camille Fern is a nymph who specializes in flowers and floral medicine, who has a cute little romance with Eugene Ottinger. she's very much a cool and outgoing girl, especially for a thirteen year-old, and Eugene is very intimidated by her. Camille doesn't even notice, though, because she's crushing on him way too hard herself.

and last but certainly not least there's Mira Aquino. she's Camille's roommate and a water nymph who's been studying defensive water magic. she's close with most of the siren students, and is really good friends with Divina specifically. she's one of the legacy students at Nevermore and, much like Wednesday, constantly feels like she should be living up to her parents' expectations. she's potentially a Divina love interest, but I'm a little undecided on that.

#asks #witchofinterest #again: kissing u!!!#i love asks like these #but yeah here they are!#eli and dot are secondary characters and camille and mira are definitely like tertiary characters but i still love them a lot #ch: eli #ch: camille #ch: dot #ch: mira #look netflix said heres a magic school do with it what you want and i said thank you you shouldnt have and ran with it

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risingsh0t · 2 years

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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

Zen Gardencore

Junglecore

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#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

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aluminum-angels · 6 months

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I agree @xenomorphicdna !! The fucks deserve some blankies and such!

alt text has the handwriting translations, incase anyone needs them

The blankies have been thoroughly enjoyed~!

Anyways~ I've wanted to do this one for a while but The Art BlockTM got to me and so I had to put It off for a month or so... anyways, my excuse to rant about how the iterators eat!? Maybe.

Ok so basically, I like to go with the whole 'iterators are partially organic and can somewhat digest things' idea. The Feeding TubeTM was made by Waters so that her group on the ground can eat stuff!! The Thingy was modeled after an overseer, so that's why it has the little fucking grabby thingies along with the beak. So the inside of The Thing is filled with a bunch of teeth that rotate to dice up the food and make it edible for the iterator. This process can also be sped up with water. The reason that they can't have things like fish flakes or cheerios or what not, is because they're to small and can get caught in her 'throat' which leads to Waters having to dig her hand around to get out the gunk, which, is disgusting!

#meow :3 #rain world #rain world iterator #iterator oc #oc: blank slate #oc: field of ferns #oc: whispering waters #[kai's radical art tag]

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contraboss · 10 months

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julien, fern, and brandie

#art #drawing #illustration #artistsontumblr #ketripic #ocs #ftaf #fairy track and field #pokemon #julien #fern #brandie

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leviiackrman · 2 years

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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:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

Cottagecore:

Zen Gardencore:

Junglecore:

Forestcore:

Beachcore:

Mountain/Meadowcore:

#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

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strafethesesinners · 2 years

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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

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captastra · 2 years

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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

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marivenah · 2 years

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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

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

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

Cottagecore

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

Forestcore

Beachcore

Mountain/Meadowcore

#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

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