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orsacrifice · 4 days
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𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖿𝗂𝖺𝗌 — 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙰𝙻
𝖼𝗈𝖻𝖾𝗍𝗎𝗋𝖺 𝖽𝖾 𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖼𝗈𝗅𝖺𝗍𝖾 — #𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑓𝑒𝑡𝑒
🧺★ . 𝗽𝗼𝗹𝗮𝗿𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝖼𝗈𝗆 𝖺𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈𝗌
𝗍𝗼𝗇𝘀 𝖽𝖾 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 ‘ 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝗇𝖽𝖾 𝗉𝖺𝗂𝗑𝖺̃𝗈.
𝗅𝗂𝗆𝖺̃𝗈𝗓𝗂𝗇𝗁𝗈 — 🍋🧺
[𝙰𝙼𝙰𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙾] 𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋
𝗑𝖾𝗋𝗈̂ 𝗱𝗲 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝖿𝗎𝗆𝖾 ✿ 𝑓𝑙𝑜𝑟
[🍯📷🌱] #𝑗𝑎𝑛𝑒𝑖𝑟𝑜
𝗆𝖾𝗎 𝖼𝖺𝗆𝗉𝗈 𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖽𝗈 —
𝗺𝗲𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗮 𝖽𝗈𝖼𝖾 𝙵𝙴𝙸𝚃𝙾 𝖺𝖼̧𝗎́𝖼𝖺𝗋
𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈𝑚𝑒𝑢𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𖬺
𝗎𝗆𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝗇⍺ 𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖺
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styllwaters · 5 months
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KNIGHT ETHNIC GROUPS, ORDERS AND CULTURES: A GUIDE
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MAP OF ETTERA (Knight Homeplanet)
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Standard map [continents shown]
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Regional map [territories shown]
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I have here a weeks worth of writing and art because I for some reason enjoy torturing myself! I've been slaving away at this for so long but it's finally done and polished. So! As promised, I'm gonna talk a bit about the different Knight cultures/ethnicities, territories and general social structure.
Knights are one of my alien sophont civilisations from my Vivere 44 headworld. Here are more links from my previous posts:
Introductory post
Knight deities
Knight languages and names
With that being said, worldbuilding textwalls below the cut!
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First, an explanation of the maps.
CONTINENTS
There are three main continents on Ettera. The two polar landmasses are Thannoeh in the northern end and Nahrui in the southern end. Thannoeh is divided by east and west, and is home to the two major Polar Knight nations. Nahrui is not occupied by any, aside from explorers or scientists. For many Knights, it is a strange, enigmatic land and a topic of great curiosity. In the middle is Val-srat; the central continent inhabited by Mountain and Plains Knights. The landmass is named as such because it is often represented in folklore as a Knight, with Valazear (the ‘Host’) being the southern Plains territories and Srati (the ‘Helmet’) being the northern Mountain territories. The Ihmna Stretch is the section of land connecting the two countries - ‘Ihmna’ is the Ferhahti word for the Integrator organ which joins the host and helmet’s consciousness.
Plant life on Ettera takes on hues of red and orange.
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Before I get into the different ethnicities, I should elaborate more on how Knight Orders are structured and the different titles; some of the clothing articles are specific to status.
SOCIAL STRUCTURE
Most Knights live in groups called ‘Orders’, which I talked more about in this ask.
The standard roles for an Order are as follows:
Commander - Makes decisions, protects and supports the group. Commanders lead the Order across difficult terrain, plan out hunts, and take care of their members. A Commander might be chosen based on generational succession, experience, or strength. Depending on the rules of the Order, a Commander might be challenged by a Knight who desires their position, although only an elite or lieutenant would be permitted to do this. In more traditional and conservative orders Commanders are always Pike-forts.
Lieutenant - Second in command. The Lieutenant is the Commander’s primary advisor and runs the Order when they are unable to. A Commander may train their lieutenant to one day take their place as leader, or a lieutenant might serve multiple generations of Commanders without ever challenging them.
Elites - A selection of Knight soldiers who are exceptionally experienced, strong and fast. Highly respected by the rest of the Order and carry out important duties such as organisation. They have the highest chance of being the next lieutenant or Commander. 
Soldiers - The main body of the Order, fully grown Knights who are proficient in all the skills necessary for survival. Soldiers are tasked with a variety of jobs to keep the Order healthy and running: they are also farmers, medics, entertainers, strategists, builders, etc. 
Scouts - Scouts are Knights who make reconnaissance trips for the Order. Their job is to gather information about a potential area to settle or travel through. Scouts also have a range of other responsibilities, such as acting as lookouts, messengers, and taking care of Pages.
There are two types of Scouts - temporary and permanent. Temporary scouts are Squires (16-17 years) who have completed their training and are performing Expeditions, which they are required to do before becoming a full soldier. On Expeditions two or three Scouts will travel a certain distance away from the Order, sometimes miles away, to deliver goods to other Orders or to simply evaluate an area/route. Permanent scouts are lower-ranked Knights who are unable to become Soldiers, prefer a caretaker role, or have been relegated to the position.
Squires - Knights in training. Squires learn from a Soldier assigned to teach them. They may be tutored one-on-one, or taught in a group. They learn the ways of the Order and the world around them. Squires will often be assigned small hunting trips with their tutor, or cleaning jobs. Typically aged 7-15 years.
Pages - The youth of the Order, Knights aged 0-6 years. The pages are fiercely protected by every member of the Order. A newborn Helmet or Host will stay with their birth parent/s until they have assimilated, in which care duty is passed on to a permanent Scout. The Scout raises the Pages alongside several others until they are ready to become Squires.
This structure originated from Mountain Orders and spread to Plains and Polar regions a long time ago. Of course, not every Order follows this plan exactly, and there are countless variations. Some Knights don't live in Orders at all, and may live in pairs (which is common for travelling merchants and explorers) or small groups. Very rarely, a Knight may travel alone. This is the case for exiles.
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You may already be familiar with the Mountain, Plains and Polar Knight regional varieties, but within these subspecies are various ethnic groups.
THE ETHNICITIES
✦ MOUNTAIN ✦
✦ Ferhahti [Ferhaht]
The Ferhahti Knights are an ethnic group located in the Ferhaht territory of Srati. Their thick fur is of various shades of grey and grey-blue. Their clothing styles are typically beige and tan, often complete with rectangular tassels and red accents. The Ferhahti have a ‘New Years’ festival called Khulaam in which they call upon Etteran spirits to bless them with good harvests, hunting and rain. During these festivals there is music, food, dancing and socialising with others. Allied Orders, usually 2-5, will come together to celebrate. Celebrations last five days. Alliances may be temporary or long-lasting, but the Orders will go on a hunt on the final day to bring down a large quarry. Oftentimes there will be a ‘Herald’ dancer who bears a flag on their horn, depicting glyphs of good fortune. 
Since the Ferhahti and Kaata territories are neighbouring, and have no physical borders, Orders from both lands will often meet to trade goods and information. Many Plains-Mountain hybrids are of Ferhahti and Kaata descent due to the close proximity of the nations. 
NOTE: Plains and Mountain Knights are capable of producing hybrid offspring, although they will be infertile. Neither Plains nor Mountain Knights can produce viable hybrids with Polar Knights.
✦ Fejga [Fejg]
Fejga Knights (pronounced Fej-ya) make their home in the Fejg archipelago. They are generally of a bulkier physique than other Mountain Knights, have a coat of thick fur and are well adjusted to chillier climates. They also sport a ‘saddle’ marking on their backs and are likely to have mottled/freckled patterns and blue eyes. Their Orders are partially seafaring, with many sailing from island to island in magnificent ships. Fishing is a large part of their lifestyles as the sea provides a stable source of food. 
Their clothes are frequently made from leather and wool from domesticated animals. It is deceptively thin, as their pelts already provide natural insulation from the cold. Fejga Commanders wear three silver piercings on their Helmets.
✦ Svunacht [Svun]
Svunacht Knights live within the mountain-bordered territory of Svun and the island of Naahek. Orders have a special ceremony for choosing their Commander. The next in line, usually a chosen Host and Helmet born of the previous Commander and their partner, must journey across the Asall mountain range which borders Svun. It is a treacherous, long passage, and requires the Knight to wear a mask to block out the searing winds. They must also wear a spiked collar as a traditional accessory and safety measure to deter larger predators which roam the mountains. They are forbidden from carrying firearms, only armed with a knife, their wits, and natural defences. Ceremonial garments are required, passed down through generations, and three slips of fabric are worn on their horn for good luck: representing strength, wisdom and tenacity. The journey, called the Meha, is the final step in a long series of rigorous training for future successors. 
The painting of Helmets is also a large part of Svunacht culture. It is typically only reserved for Commanders, Lieutenants or Elites. 
★ PLAINS ★
★ Kaata [Kaat]
Kaata Knight Orders inhabit the deserts of Kaat. They are perfectly suited to desert life, their tan coats reducing heat absorbed from the sun. Kaata Knights make their clothing from woven fibres of plants that are garnished with gold pigments derived from a natural mineral found in the sands. They are especially known for their proficiency in fine crafts, and often trade jewellery to Ferhahti Orders across the Ihmna Stretch connecting Kaat and Ferhaht. Kaata clothing tends to be highly detailed and ornamental, with shiny beads adorning arm cuffs, necklaces, mandible rings and horn sleeves. The many gemstone and fossil deposits in Kaat are also incorporated into their styles. Like the Svunacht Knights, Kaata also paint their Helmets, although the practice is not restricted to any particular titles.
★ Saisala [Saisal]
Saisala Knights live in and around the deltas and rivers of Saisal, the southernmost territory of Val-srat. The area is filled with marshlands and everglades, and the weather is more wet and humid than the dry plains of Kaat. Saisala forts sport a dark reddish mane that grows right down their backs and bears some resemblance to maned wolves. Their pikes have hooked horns and sloping spines, as well as more ‘splotchy’ red stripes. Their Helmet eyes also have a pale ring around their pupils.
Saisala clothing styles are characterised by draping, ovular shapes and translucent sections of fabric. The green and gold drapes in the drawing are traditional wedding garments, complete with rounded tassels and a horn extension for pikes. The hanging ‘coins’ have engravings which tell a short but sweet poem.
★ Yaemioui [Yaemiou]
Yaemioui Orders live in a similar environment to Saisala Knights, in the wetland territories of Yaemiou. Their coats are pale like Kaata, but come in a greater combination of hues such as orange, grey and vermilion. Fun fact: all Plains Host pups are born with faint spots to help them camouflage, like lion cubs. Most lose these markings as they grow older, but Yaemioui hosts retain them even in adulthood. Their patterns are similar to painted dogs. The Yaemioui have a rich storytelling culture and have records dating back thousands of years.
Their clothing styles utilise dusky, non-bright colours that are usually two-piece. The outfit in the picture is worn by an elder Pike-fort who has carried and sired many offspring. The spine extensions are an indicator of age and experience, and a mark of high respect. The scarf around their neck depicts circles symbolising their Helmet children, and the circles on the larger cloth represent their Host progeny. 
★ Balkzaiinu [Balkzaii]
On the island of Balkzaii reside the Balkzaiinu Knights, who have dark stripes on both their Hosts and Helmets and short curly fur. Unlike other Orders, Balkzaiinu communities rarely ever hunt - they were one of the first countries to develop farming and agriculture, and import a lot of domesticated animals to Saisal and Yaemiou. They are also the only country that has no Commanders in their Orders, and decisions are made by a council of higher-ups. They live in a tropical climate which receives lots of rainfall and cyclones. They are also masters in boat making and sailing, and contacted the mainland several centuries ago. Balkzaiinu have different decency standards than other Plains Knights, and in their culture it is considered proper to cover the neck area. Their clothing is generally layered and contains colourful, square designs.
✧ POLAR ✧
✧ Aikka [Ehtte Thannoeh]
Aikka Knights have domain over the Eastern section of Thannoeh. The polar word for East is Ehtte, and West Uesse. Since the country is so close to the Fegj archipelago, the two have been in contact for a long time.
Aikka have pristine white fur and a slightly bluish tinge to their Helmets. As with all Polar Knights, they are much smaller than their Plains or Mountain relatives, but are incredibly tough and hardy as a result of surviving in one of the harshest biomes. Ehtte Thannoeh is associated with scientific prowess, discovery and knowledge, and many famous Knight explorers are from Thannoeh. There are several research stations on Nahrui that are run and managed by Aikka; they have no difficulty working in the icy environment. Aikka Knights are also experts in carving, sculpting figurines and charms from the ivory tusks of marine animals. The outfit depicted in the drawing shows an Aikka Scout wearing a pendant with a carved basilosaurus-like animal for spiritual protection. These pendants are often given by parents to children. Their coat has six pockets for navigational instruments, goggles, knives, a spyglass, medical equipment and more. 
✧ Myet [Uesse Thannoeh]
Myet Orders have less contact with other regions than Aikka. Residing in Uesse Thannoeh, Many of them live further inland. Myet Hosts have a more yellowish tinge to their fur and their Pike Helmets have a tan stripe. The Helmets also have a more rounded 'snout'. They have managed to domesticate a large predator which defends their camps and is used as a mount/companion. Like the Balkzaiinu, Myet Orders have a different structure than most, having two Commanders, usually a mated pair, and no lieutenants or elites.
Myet clothing is more minimal than Aikka styles. They usually cover the back with a ‘saddle’ and manipulators with gloves. The outfit drawn is of a Commander, distinguished by the ring of fabric around their horn and eye makeup. In their backpack they carry hunting weapons, and wear a knife sheathed at their side.
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And that's a wrap! Thank you for reading, this project is truly a delight to work on. I leave you with some messy concept art I did a while ago for Mountain Knight clothing styles.
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deliriostarr · 2 months
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ᗷoy  𝒻rom  #SᕮOᑌᒪ ׂ🌊 — 플로
(99𝐬)⠀📷⠀câmeras⠀⠀'&⠀⠀rabiscos
um ⠀menino ⠀fotografando⠀:⠀ᑕᗩᗰ. 𝟶𝟽 ⭑
Caso for utilizar, dê os devidos créditos para deliriostar on ig. 🧸ྀི
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beijosdepoesiass · 2 months
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𝖧. 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲 ★ 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖱𝖯𝖦 .
𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗋𝗈 ★ 𝗏𝗈𝖼ê
𝖲𝖮𝖨𝖲 &’ 𝗣𝗢𝗘𝗦𝗜𝗔
나의, 𝖬𝖮𝖱𝖤𝖭𝖮 
𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 & 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺
𝖯 𝖮 𝖤 𝖲 𝖨 𝖠 
𝗅𝗎𝗇𝖺𝗋𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝗂 ★
𝟤𝟧, 𝖠𝖱𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖵𝖤𝖲 !¡
당신의 ★ 𝗈𝗅𝗁𝗈𝗌 
V͟𝖤𝖫𝖧𝖠 𖦹︎ 𝖨𝖭𝖥Ã𝖭𝖢𝖨𝖠 
𝖡𝖫𝖮𝖦’ & 🍻
달콤한 ★, 𝗧𝗢𝗡𝗦
𝖱𝖮𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖢ᗴ 𝗱𝗶 𝚅𝙴𝚁𝙰𝙾
🪴 🍻 ☀️
𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗚𝗢 ★ 𝗠𝗘𝗨.
ᗩᖇ丅ᗴ & ᑭᗩ乙
𝖡 𝖱 𝖤 𝖩 𝖠 - 시 
𝗍𝖾𝗎 𖦹︎ 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗈r
𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 𝗳𝗼𝗱𝗲 𝕔𝕠𝗆𝗂𝗀𝗈
연약한  : 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝙼𝙾𝚂𝚄𝚁𝙰
𝖻𝖺𝖼𝗈 ★ 𝗺𝗲𝗹𝗼𝗱𝗂𝖺
𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗈 𝗎𝗌𝖾 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾𝗌 𝗁. 𝗇𝖺𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽ê 𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗏𝗂𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖼𝗋é𝖽𝗂𝗍𝗈𝗌 𝖺𝗈 @beijosdepoesiass 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗀.
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cervozz · 3 months
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PERFIL IDEIA SPIDERMAN RPG.
BIO.⠀
⠀⠀ ⠀᭥ 🤘🏻マ. ༒ ⠀ ー ⠀𝗿𝗈𝗰𝗸𝘀𝗍𝖺𝗿 !! 〗 ꯟꯗꯚ " ᅟᅟ
﹫ 𝐸𝑠𝑐𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑜𝑠⠀ ꒱ ⠀▐⠀𝖽𝖾⠀ 𝗎𝗇𝖺 ⠀[ 𝗩𝗜𝗗𝗔 ]⠀ 𝗌𝗂𝗅𝖾̄𝗇 - 𝖼𝗂𝗈𝗌𝖺. 𓆩 🥷🏻 𓆪
DESTAQUES E ICONS. (coloquei dois icons para vcs)
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ICONS.
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PERFIL FEITO.
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SE PEGAR ALGUMA COISA PFVR DÊ OS DEVIDOS CRÉDITOS DO PERFIL A @cervozz INSTAGRAM.
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captainkingsley · 2 years
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necrpsieh · 5 months
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○ ⊧    ( 𝖡𝖨𝖮𝖲'𝗕𝗥 ) 🍻.
Caso pegar alguma, comente "pg".
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ🏝️ᅠ.ᅠ🏡ᅠᅠ𝖢𝖺𝗌𝖺 𝖽𝗈 𝗦𝗢𝗟ᅠ    ᅠᅠ
ᅠ𝗣𝗢𝗘𝖲𝖨𝖠 #2ᅠ𝖱𝖩 ɪɴ 𝗕𝗟𝗨𝗘𝗦 ᅠᅠᅠ’ᅠᅠ𝗍𝗂𝗍𝗂𝖺 𝗱𝗲 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘩𝘦̂
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠᅠ𝙱𝙰𝙸𝙻𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾 𝗽𝗼𝗿 𝖺iᅠᅠᅠ🪴
ᅠᅠ𝗏𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗇𝖽𝗈 𝖽𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝗮𝗿𝘁𝗲ᅠᅠ     ᅠᅠᅠ#𝗖𝗥𝗜𝗔ℝ𝕁. 🏝️
ᅠᅠᅠ𝗌𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗔𝗺𝗼𝗿 𝗈𝗎 𝗌𝖾𝗎 𝗡𝗲𝗿𝗼 ?ᅠ; @ exudobluesᅠ
ᅠᅠ𝗳𝗼𝘁𝗼́𝗴𝗿𝗮𝗳𝗼 & ρ𝗂𝗇𝐭𝚘𝚛ᅠᅠ🪴ᅠ.ᅠᅠᅠ𝕀𝕡𝗮̲𝗇𝖾𝕞̲𝖺
ᅠᅠᅠᅠᗩしᗰᗩ     𝖽𝖾 𝙥𝙞𝙥𝙖 𝙫𝙤𝙖𝙙𝙖ᅠᅠ🌅ᅠᅠᅠ''
ᅠᅠ University student ᅠ’ 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗆𝖾𝗅𝗁𝗈 𝖼𝗈𝗋 𝖽𝗈 𝗍𝖾𝗎 𝗮𝗺𝗼𝗿 ; @meudengoᅠᅠᅠᅠᗩ𝚙𝚊𝚒𝚡𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚍𝚊/𝚘 𝘯𝘢𝘴 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕒𝕤 ᅠ🌊
ᅠᅠᗴ𝚗𝚝𝚛𝚎 𝗮𝘂𝗹𝗮𝘀 𝗱𝗲 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘰 &' 𝗻𝗼𝗶𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚜 𝗇𝖺 𝕡𝕣𝕒𝕚𝕒
ᅠ𝗆𝖺𝖽𝖾 𝙞𝙣 𝙹𝚊𝚙𝚊𝚗ᅠ🇯🇵;🇧🇷ᅠᅠᅠ#𝗩𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗦'𝗇o RJ ᅠ𝖾 ᗷᖇᗴᒍᗩՏ 🍻.ᅠᅠᅠᅠ@anavitoria @djavan
ᅠᅠ𝚃𝙾𝙽𝚂 𝕕𝕖 𝕒𝕞𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕝𝕠ᅠ“ 𝖲𝖠𝖬𝖡𝖠 𝗂𝗇 𝙿𝙰𝚁𝙸𝚂 ” 🥃
ᅠᅠᅠᅠ@meuamor ; 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝕟𝕠𝕚𝕥𝕖 𝗲𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗲𝗹𝗮𝗱𝗮 ★
ᅠᅠ𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗗𝗔𝗗𝗘'ᅠᅠ📍 𝗣𝗘, 𝗥𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗳𝗲ᅠᅠ' Bossa nova.
ᅠᅠ#𝗡𝗢𝗩𝗔'𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚊𝚋𝚊𝚗𝚊ᅠᅠ🇧🇷 𝗉𝗈𝖾𝗍𝖺, 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗲𝗻𝗵𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮 & 𝕡𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕠𝕣ᅠᅠ“ᅠ ραραι 𝚍𝚎 𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗼𝘀 ' 🐈‍⬛ᅠ.ᅠ𝖠ᅠ'ᅠ𝗠𝗔𝗥;ᅠ꓄ꏂ꒤ 𝚜𝚎𝚛ᅠᅠᅠ@meuamor. ❤️‍🩹
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astorlunarte · 3 months
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𝗠𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗢𝗦
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⠀⠀𝟩𝟧𝖮⠀⠀۪⠀⠀𝖨 𝖺𝖽𝗆𝗂𝗋𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗋𝗌 𝖿𝗋𝗈𝗆 𝙰𝙵𝙰𝚁⠀⠀✩⠀⠀⠀ֹ⠀⠀🎧
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nightdivinity · 2 months
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Drink Responsibly: Chapter 2
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ABO!Vampire!Batfam x reader
Minors! Do! Not! Engage! +18 only!
Platonic!Alfred, Bruce x reader, Possessive! Batboys x reader
Warnings: Bad life choices, possessive behavior, a/b/o, they're vampires, loooong age gaps, no proofreading, we die like men, reverse harem. This is getting sexual. I’m sorry.
Writer's Note: I live, I die, I live again. I’m trying to keep an even pace when publishing, I promise. It’s just that finals week knocked me on my ass. I’ve basically got to prepare week 9 and 10 before it. Graduation is also right around the corner. Besides school and work though, this has also been my only focus. Also, sorry to everyone who reached out. I promise I’m not ignoring the kind messages and everything. I just keep forgetting. I’m so sorry. I’ll try to do better. Also got to write a bio and start publishing the other things I’ve been cooking up. This series is still a top priority though. I’m going to be more consistent from here on out.
When you finally make it back to the manor after a day of detours and horrible karaoke that makes your insides warm and fuzzy, Duke doesn’t let you open your own door. All the being nice was making you itch, and you kind of were missing being a strong independent person. It’s also not that you didn’t give it the good old college try, desperately jiggling the handle to open the door that he child locked as you look out the window in disbelief as he laughed his ass off outside your door.
To get back at him, the both of you ensued the pettiest game of unlocking and locking the doors. You, holding the door closed when he unlocked it and tried to pull it open, and scrambling to the driver’s seat to keep that door closed as well. Would it be bad if you admitted you liked the way his smug pretty face grew determined and slightly irritated? Never mind the dimples, the tick in his sharp jaw had your mind skipping a beat.
It was all fun and games until Alfred, who undoubtedly was watching you from the window, opened the other door just as you held yours shut and taunted Duke. “Can’t even open a wittle omega’s door?”
You’ll never forget the feral boyish smile he gave before sliding over the moving van’s hood and gently pushing Alfred out of the way.
His big frame wedged the door open letting wind into the cabin with enough pheromones to make your eyes water. In a panic you start trying to move away from him as far as possible. Cue, Alfred opening the other door your back was against, and you almost tumbling out.
“(L/N)? Just what on earth are you doing?”, Alfred questioned.
You stare up at the old Beta and your savior. His gloved hand on your back keeping your from tumbling out of the truck cab and busting your head on the gravel. Something all three men on the property were undoubtedly worried about as they watched you dangle too close to the ground. Not that you ever saw the curtain drawing closed from the third story. All you saw was help. Because surely Duke would knock it off with Alfred here.
“I’m poking the bear”, you tell him.
A large mitt, exactly like a bear’s, wraps around your ankle and tugs you out of Alfred’s hands and towards the open car door with a slightly pissed alpha waiting. Oh no. New employment be damned, you are not going out like this.
You scramble for purchase as your dragged across the leather seat. Your fingers digging into the crevice between the driver’s side and middle cushion for dear life. Desperately you try to shake Duke’s fingers off your one good ankle.
“(Y/N), get out of the car. You’re probably hurting yourself right now while doing this”, Duke warns.
There was an unspoken “Are you stupid?” that hung in the air. With Alfred here, the big, dimpled grin has disappeared, giving way to grim determination as Duke looked as though he was five seconds away from peeling the truck’s metal frame apart just to get at you better. You didn’t know what to do, it was better when you two were playing. The air was lighter, and you could breathe and believe he had best intentions at heart. Now you couldn’t keep playing, because he seems to be getting angrier every defiant second you spend clinging to cushions. Which made you want to burrow under the seats even more, away, and safe from the anger.
What you hadn’t noticed was how his anger started the second Alfred intervened. It’s not your fault, a lot has been happening and pissed-off Alphas take priority. The old man did though, and backed the adequate amount of steps away after ensuring you would not tumble out of the cab. If it wasn’t for the promise he made to Bruce to chaperone, and to you when he hired you, Alfred would have taken up the offer the others had given him. A nice vacation, the first he would have taken, just to give you and the rest space to figure each other out. Based on the messages from the family’s missing members, it would have been smart to leave Gotham. Or the continent.
“Don’t tell me what to do” you say.
“Get out of the truck”, Duke replies.
“No. Fuck off. I’m grown up, I can get out if I want.”
“I’m seriously running out of patience (y/n)”
“Good. Leave me alone Duke.”
“Terrible things are about to happen to you.”, Duke warns.
You squint at him and stick your tongue out at him. You know he’s just full of shit and would never do anything to actually hurt you. Nor would he allow you to be in any real danger. He’s got a trick up his sleeve and the muscles in your stretched leg were taut, waiting for release so you can roll and limp away to safety.
There was hardly anytime for you to plan your next step before Duke wrapped his hand around your ankle and starts untying your sneaker.
“Don’t”, you squeal.
He ignores you and gives you another bright smile full of sunshine and mischief. Dear God, he was going to kill you with that look on his face. Totally disarming and distracting as you barely register the shoe and sock getting tugged off.
“I mean it Duke! I give up! Look, see? I’m letting go!”, you beg.
You unclench your fingers and start waving your hands in his face. Trying like hell to sit up and defend yourself. Unfortunately, the hood on your hoodie was caught on the seatbelt latch in the cushion. Preventing you rolling farther away or sitting up and smushing his face away with your freed hands.
“I will never forgive you”, you solemnly vow.
“Yes, you will, look at your face, you’re smiling. You’ve already forgiven me.”
“They stink, I haven’t changed my socks in five days.”
“That’s another lie, I know for a fact that your laundry has been washed.”
“And that’s weird. We’re going to revisit that later though. Let my foot go. I also haven’t taken a shower yet; I ran a five K this morning.”
“In what? Your dreams? You know, I think we should go back to begging.”
You give an enraged shriek that devolves into panicked laugh as he starts torturing every available space on your foot. It was not an enjoyable experience. You were scrambling and flailing to get away but couldn’t since he seemed to have super strength. He also barely swatted your thick cast covered foot you tried to jam in his face. Tears start leaking out the corners of your eyes as you giggle and beg and plead for him to release you. Not that he listened to any of it. He seemed perfectly happy watching you writhe.
The merriment came to about as abrupt and end as it started as a sleek black muscle car growled into the driveway. Duke dropped your ankle and crawled into the truck cab with you. As defective an Omega as you were, you still picked up on the spike of adrenaline and what you thought was panic although it was smothered by anger. You scrunch your nose at the onslaught of pheromones that made you want to bump up and rub against him and soothe in any way you could. Because no. You’re not that kind of Omega.
“Duke?”, you ask.
He must have picked up on the nervous twitching from you. Or the tell-tale patter of your little heart trying to produce enough pheromones to get you out of this situation. Enough to tell the Alpha that’s laying on top of you, tantalizingly close, so close you could hear the clack that the wooden beads in his dreads made as he pressed flush against you. I’m in danger, help me. Is what should have been leaking out of every pore. Yet, you were broken.
“Shh, don’t let him see you.”, Duke says.
That didn’t help the matter. Especially when Duke used his freakishly long limbs to pull both sets of doors closed as quietly as possible. What was happening? Was someone trying to attack Bruce Wayne, billionaire-philanthropist and notorious Alpha who also seems to be in close contact with the most frightening infected Alpha in the country. Merely the thought of the shadow you often saw cast on buildings as dominance battles were fought all over in the different Gotham territories was enough to make you shake. You never saw Batman. No one whoever truly interacts with him lives to tell the tales. So just what is Bruce Wayne that he seems to be in an alliance with such a monster?
“Bruce! Get out here you chicken-shit piss-poor excuse of a sire”, a booming voice shout outside.
A seismic level shockwave rocked through you, and you couldn’t suppress the litany of whines that escaped as you dug your claws into duke’s yellow and black muscle shirt. It was embarrassing, you felt like a pup again.
In all your years you had never come anywhere close to that amount of dominance that was coming out in waves that even rattled the windows. Whoever this was, he was bad news. Even Duke knew it.
Duke’s eyes were flashing gold in the sudden darkness of the cab. You were once again struck by the oddity, but this world is full of strange things. To be fair, you were mostly preoccupied with other things, and you had a feeling that if you started digging into what was going on at the place you were hired then you would truly fall down the rabbit hole.
“Stop moving”, Duke whispers.
His hand wraps around one of your wrists that you had thrown up against his chest. Just for a little breathing room, rather than being pressed face first in a scent gland that would have you dry humping everything in sight. Despite the abject terror at the situation unfolding outside.
“Where do you get off siccing Dick on me in the middle of a meeting?”, the man demands.
You didn’t hear the heavy manor door creaking open. So you had no idea just who this man was talking to. During the struggle with Duke earlier and the tickle fight, you didn’t see Alfred. You doubt the man stuck around during the shenanigans. Which begs the question. Just who was he talking to?
“Really? The silent treatment. You really are too scared to face me huh?”, the unknown man says.
Oh no. That sounded right outside your moving truck. No, nonononononono. You could feel the anger coming off him as it made your teeth chatter.
Your worst fear came true as the driver’s side door, above your head, was ripped open. No. It was ripped off the truck cab in a screech of metal that had you cringing and trying to burrow farther into Duke away from it. You were still stuck on the damn seatbelt thing that was jammed into the back of your neck. All you could do was look up and try not to burst into tears.
Because the man who just opened your door was death. You were teetering between pissing yourself from fear, and trying to control the inappropriate lust that was starting to ride you hard. Because damn. That voice, that dominance, paired with that attitude and face. My God, it’s like he was made perfectly for you. Or any Omega really. A fact that was cemented when the stern bluish-grey eyes that stare down at you flash a crimson red. Sploosh. You seriously needed to get your head checked.
“(Y/N)?”, mystery man says.
“How do you know my name?”
“Bruce told us he got you. Shit. I thought he was just pulling his usual shit”, he swears.
You were about to question who he was and what all was going on, but Duke beat you to it.
“(Y/N) this is Jason. I’m sorry, I didn’t think he would ever come back home. Speaking of what are you doing here Jason?”, Duke says.
Jason straightens, his eyes flashing another dangerous candy apple red color that brought another bout of hot oozing warmth where it definitely didn’t need to be. Not that you needed to worry about it. Like you said, you were broken. Although you couldn’t help but wonder if being by lethal amounts of Alpha fueled testosterone would kick your damaged hardware into gear. Food for thought at a later time.
“I have just as much of a right to be here, if you checked your phone you would know what was going on. Bruce… interfered with a business interaction of mine when I refused to come back to the Manor.”
“So you decided to just go ahead and give him what he wants, really Jay?”
“No. I’m going to kill him. First though, get off of her.”
The callous way he mentioned killing your employer was chilling you to the bone. You bet he could do it to. From the heavily muscled frame that was subtly flexing, his old brown leather jacket creaking as it strained. He took to cracking his knuckles as he stared down at you both. Too make matters worse, there was a small scar that twisted the left side of his face in a permanent smirk as it ran up from the corner of his slips, across his high cheekbones, and disappeared above his ear and into that thick black hair. Hair that contained a curious white streak that made you want to take a closer look. Not that you would. You were smart. Everything about this man shouted danger.
While Duke was massive in his own right, Jason looked as though he could rip linebackers in half for funsies. You believe that those thick corded thighs that your eyes had zeroed in on, the ones that his frayed jeans were struggling to contain, those are rugby thighs. Once again, it’s not your fault, you were born to be this pervy to those of the Alpha secondary gender category. Just like Deltas were made for Betas. This is all evolution's fault that you wanted to climb a psycho killer like a tree and purr. Ooooh, maybe you could get Duke to wear a firema- nope. Annnnnd you’re done. You seriously need to focus if you’re going to somehow finesse your way out of this situation.
“What are you going to do? Make me?” Duke says.
You almost think he’s teasing Jason, then you hear the bite of a challenge to an invading Alpha. Dear God, it’s almost like you’re a kid on the playground again. This was so not fun nor was it sexy. Especially with you sitting so close to the crossfire.
“I said, get off.”, Jason start growling.
Oh good, now we’re slowly becoming dogs. This is great. Totally not borderline psychotic in any way.
“You didn’t want to come back, so you don’t get to have her. Back off Jay.”, Duke warns.
“No one here gets to judge me; you know the reason why the family is so broken is sitting up there. Plotting. If I had known- well- doesn’t matter. Get off before I rip you to pieces. I might till do it, send a fun little message to our psycho father by spreading his precious new pet’s blood all over the front steps.”
“Isn’t that what Dick said to you when you met?”
“Say his name again and I will make good on my promise.”
“Can I just say one thing?”, you ask.
The tension was getting so thick you could cut it with a cheap plastic spork. Honestly, you suspect they could’ve just kept going all night if they had to with the witty one-liners. You were getting tired though, and all this negativity was not good for your heart.
“Hon, not right now, I’m winning.”, Duke tries to shush you.
First of all, how dare he shush you. You had just as much of a right to talk as they did. Duke is different from most Alpha’s you’ve met. The silent prejudice was still hanging in that back of your mind though. Omegas are useless without Alphas. So be a good little one and sit there and be pretty. Don’t ever think of talking. You know he’s not like all the other assholes you’ve encountered. What he just said though started ringing those little alarms that told you he might be though.
“No, you’re not.”, you pause and notice the slight smirk across Jason’s scarred face, “Neither of you are. Can I please get up and get my boxes in while you two have your pissing match?”
Jason lets out a surprised bark, and you give him brownie points for keeping his mouth shut besides that.
“I’ll let you up, once he goes inside.”, Duke tells you.
“No. I want to get up now.”, you say.
Duke’s next response gets cut off as you watch Jason reach over you and grab Duke’s dreads. There was a slight struggle, but the comforting weight of Duke’s body between your thighs is gone within seconds. You almost miss it. You almost feel bad when you finally wrench your hoodie free and look out the truck door and see Duke on the ground with Jason’s hand around his throat. It was ok. You can tell no real weight was being put behind it. It was just one Alpha gently reminding a younger one to submit. You’ve seen this shit all the time.
You also weren’t going to lie; the dominance was definitely starting to rev your engines.
“Please don’t kill him, I need his help with the boxes and my wheelchair”, you call out.
Jason turns to look at you, the red in his eyes damning as he stares into you. Oooh. You can have a lot of fun with that. Maybe you can ask him to pretend to be your sleep paralysis demon that has his wicked way with yo- nope. No roleplaying. No playing with these Alphas in any sexual manner. You need money and a place to stay, and while sex is nice, everyone always moves on to more compelling Omegas that aren’t broken. Besides, you’re pretty sure these Alphas don’t know their strength. Nope, you’re good without all the heartbreak and hospital visits if you go down that route.
“Boxes?”, Jay asks.
“Yeah, I’m moving in, didn’t anyone tell you?”, you ask him.
“No. They just told me- nothing. I’ll help, you don’t need shit-for-brains”, Jay says.
He gets up, slightly pushing Duke’s face to the side and into the muddy wet gravel. You can’t help but wince and give Duke a sympathetic look. Not that he was paying you any mind. His lovely brown eyes were now a liquid gold that screamed revenge. You just pray that he can hold off long enough to get your wheelchair from the back.
“What- what happened to her?”, Jay asks.
“Motherfu- get my chair”, you boss.
“She got chewed on at one of Cobblepot’s clubs”, Duke tells him.
“Shit, none of the others know huh.”, Jason sighs.
He runs his hands through his hair, and you’re stuck looking at it again. It looked fluffy and silky. Of course, it would put you in a trance, the same as the wood beads in Duke’s dreads. You might actually have a thing for hair now that you thought about it.
“No, we’ll have a war when they do.”, Duke replies cheerfully.
“Why?”, you ask. You were genuinely confused as they kept talking circles around you.
“Don’t worry about it Hon. Let’s get you inside”, Duke groans as he gets up from the dirt.
Jason reaches in and lightly grabs your good wrist as he pulls you out. You willingly let him, marveling at that the body made from the gods. Would it be bad if you reached around and gently pinched his ass? It’s just curiosity. So much muscle, how much fat?
Duke looks slightly peeved when he grabs the chair from the back and notices you in Jason’s arms. You couldn’t help but give him a slight smug wave from the safety of King Kong’s arms.
“I like the bell, maybe we should find some streamers for the back too. There’s no way she’ll get lost.”
And just like that, you lost it as Giant 1 and 2 dissolved in a fit of giggles. I’m going to kill them. Hopefully before your hormones and pheromones killed you first. Because damn it, you did seize the opportunity to smack the ass of the jack ass.
That ass is not only iconic and slightly hard, but it jiggled a little too. This is going to be so much fun living here.
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sugucide · 10 months
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sunalitas · 2 years
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𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓
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𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆 ; maybe it's my favourite season because I still remember I met you in springtime.
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coconut (n.) the large, oval, brown seed of a tropical palm.
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𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑 ; our noses turn red and our hands start to tremble, I think we love each other more in winter.
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꒰  ˚  𝗗𝗥𝗜𝖉͟𝖐   𓈒    ▍𖥻 ִ ۫ ּ  ⠀⃝🍻
𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗎𝗑𝖾 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 & 𝗇𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 .
𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗇𝗌 𝖺𝗋𝖼𝗁𝗂𝗏𝖾𝗌 . ─ 𝖺𝗌 𝖻𝗂𝗈𝗌 & 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗍𝖺𝗊𝗎𝖾𝗌 𝗌𝖺̃𝗈 𝗍𝗈𝖽𝗈𝗌 𝖽𝖾 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖺𝗎𝗍𝗈𝗋𝗂𝖺 .
⚔️ • 𝖼𝖺𝗌𝗈 𝗉𝖾𝗀𝗎𝖾𝗆 , 𝗍𝖾𝗇𝗁𝖺𝗆 𝖺𝗅𝗀𝗎𝗆 𝗂𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗋𝖾𝗌𝗌𝖾 𝖼𝗈𝗆𝖾𝗇𝗍𝖾𝗆 𝖯𝖦' 𝖺𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖽𝖾𝖼̧𝗈 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖽𝖾 𝗃𝖺́.
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𝟬𝟳, 𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗕𝗢𝗔.
• 𝐭𝐞𝐮𝐬 𝖙𝖔𝖖𝖚𝖊𝖘 、
【 @/𝖺𝗌𝗍𝗁𝗋𝗈𝗏𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗈𝗇 𝗂𝗀.
𝖽𝖾𝗌𝖿𝗋𝗎𝗍𝖾𝗆 !!
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deliriostarr · 1 month
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Olá anjinho, será que poderia fazer uma bio juntamente com moodboard da lisa com um estilo bem brasileiro?, ah por sinal adorei seu perfil 🥹🫶🏻
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𝗕𝗥𝗔𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗜𝗔𝗡 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟⠀(🇧🇷.)⠀#𝗏𝗅𝗈𝗀⠀✶ 🪬 ˏ !
𝖲𝖮𝖫 & 𝖠𝖱𝖤𝖨𝖠⠀🌀🐚☀️🌴 , 논문집 ㅤㅤ⠀੭୧⠀𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐄.
🔅⠀:⠀𝗉𝗋𝖺𝗂𝖺𝗌, 𝖺 𝗆𝗂𝗇𝗁𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗅𝗆𝖺𝗋𝗂𝖺 + 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚘𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚘𝚜. ✲
Caso for utilizar, dê os devidos créditos para deliriostar on ig. 🧸ྀི
Ahh, obrigado pelo carinho. 🙁👐🏻 Espero que tenha gostado, meu bem.
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beijosdepoesiass · 30 days
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𝖧. 𝖭𝖠𝖬𝖤𝖲 ★ 𝖥𝖮𝖱 𝖱𝖯𝖦 .
𝗉𝗎𝗋𝗈𝗌 𖦹︎ 𝗍𝗈𝗇𝗌
𝑚𝑓 ★ 𝗟𝗨𝗡𝗔𝗥 .
𝚂𝚄𝙰𝚅𝙴 .
𝖾𝗌𝗍𝗋𝖾 𝗅𝖺𝗌
𝙳𝙾𝙲𝙴 - 𝖠𝖬𝖮𝖱 . 𝔄
𝑏e͟𝑒 .
T͟𝖤𝖴 [𝗲𝘅𝗮𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗼]
𝖺𝗆𝗈𝗋 & 𝗍𝗋𝖺𝗇𝗌𝖺
' 내 인
𝖮 𝖫 𝖧 𝖠 𝖱
𝖼𝖺𝗇𝖾𝗅𝖺𝖾𝗰𝗮𝗳é
Se usar dê os créditos ao criador @beijosdepoesiass on ig.
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filurig · 3 months
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some domesticated Beasts in pareidolia... moar info below
fatfin perch:
the fatfin perch is derived from perca fluviatilis perch, and has been bred to be both larger, fatter and more docile in order to make herding, breeding and keeping them easier for sjörå. sjörå usually section off a section of a lake they inhabit and keep their perch there in order to keep them safe from other predators. and also with the help of their guard pikes...
guard pike:
derived from the northern pike, the guard pike is unmistakeable. selectively bred to be intelligent and loyal, these pikes are kept by sjörå as guarding/herding animals. every sjörå collective usually keeps a fair amount of these pikes in order to ensure the safety of their perch population.
tomteget:
a goat breed which has been bred by tomtar, its a very large animal for a goat and is used by gnomes as mounts and livestock. very robust and several other breeds derived from this one exist which have been adapted for different purposes (such as milk, meat, etc.). its possible that the idea of a "christmas goat" may stem from the tomtar's tendency to travel with these goats.
gloson:
a domesticated version of a relative of the wild boar, the gloson is both huge and striking in its appearence, fitting for the trolls. their wild equivalent is essentially exctinct and its current population are entirely kept by trolls at this point. used mostly as a guarding animal, but sometimes as livestock - it depends on the region (northern trolls tend to use them as the former, southern as the latter). humans have wrongfully interpreted their mane as "sharp" and able to be used to slice the gloson's target, but this is a misconception - while the gloson has quills, they aren't what is used for this manner of attack. instead, the trolls tend to provide them with sharp back armour if they choose to utilize their gloson for battle.
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