#faerie lifestyle | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

punkpandapatrixk · 7 months

Text

✨THAT GIRL ♦︎ Timeless Pick A Card

‘I know everything has its time and you cannot compete with destiny, is what I say. What I thought I wanted when I was younger, it wasn’t my time to have. I wanted to work with Calvin Klein—I did the fashion shows but I never did the ads. So it took me 34 years to do an ad. And, I said, “Okay. It’s okay. That’s my time.”’ – Naomi Campbell

Hey, Gorgeous~♥︎

Why do I get the feeling your fabulous era is coming fast? There’s this thing with Divine Timing, you know. As you work daily on yourself to become a vibrational match to your D E S T I N Y✨ the time will come when the world is ready to witness your S P A R K L E S✨

Your Light is needed by this world, in whatever capacity you feel a resonance with and in whatever fashion you find most exciting! We each have our divine time to be seen and heard. We can’t rush the caterpillar to grow into a butterfly, right? Often, there’s a painstaking process there. So what to do in the meantime? Become THAT GIRL you’ve always known yourself to be🌷

Who are you at the core of your being, Girl? Basically, if you nurture aspects of yourself that feel natural to you, you’ll discover that the key to your Destiny has always been in your hand. You just need to explore your potentials, experiment with yourself, test your limits and expand your horizon until you find the DOOR that’s the right fit for your key🚪🗝️

Live for yourself. Do whatever you wanna do and find yourself in the midst of novelty and temptation. So that you find your UNIQUE strength from within.

All in Divine Timing. Your fabulous era is coming~🦋

SONG: ♥︎Lonely in Gorgeous♥︎ by Tommy february6

SERIES: Paradise Kiss (2005)

[PAC Masterlist] [Part 1] [Part 2]

[Patreon] [Paid Readings]

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 1 – That Happy-Go-Lucky Girl

VIBE: Hot Summer by f(x)

the most UNIQUE thing about you, babe – 8 of Pentacles Rx

ADMIT IT. You loathe the idea of ‘hard work’. Gosh, the world is full of wonders and humanity has found a way to invent boredom and be depressed! You are definitely a Faery Soul. You have a unique, more sensitive point of view which causes the whole notion of ‘hard work’ to get over your head. Why work and not just play? Why is it so impossible for people to embrace lightheartedness and just, BE, happy? You just want to dip yourself in pastel glitter all day long.

For one, you’re definitely a rebel—whatever your style may be. You have so little regard for rules if you’re being honest. If anything, you make your own rules after careful testing and experimentation. That’s what you do with fashion as well. Fashion is fickle, but style is forever. And to you, there can be more than one style that you can call your own. You don’t like to limit yourself when it comes to things you can do, try or wear.

You can be like a chameleon and you love that fluidity/flexibility of yours. But on top of that, you’re also transformative. You’re a highly creative soul who has a penchant for reinventing your personal brand over and over again. You’re the brazen type that can rock ANY style and people still say, ‘That’s totally THAT GIRL’S style no matter what she does/wears!’ You possess a really strong, magnetic, energy signature.

path of least resistance – 8 of Wands Rx

Your aenergy is reminding me of famous rebels of Harajuku. Harajuku is a tiny, tiny, tiny patch of the entire fabric of Japanese society, but the creative souls who dwell there exude such POWERFUL aura. Exactly because they have a rebellious energetic signature that they express rather unapologetically😊

These are the rebels who know they’re meant to carve out a lifestyle of their own in the midst of Japan’s disgusting policy of conformity. The 8 of Wands in reverse here is literally representing the notion of a koi fish that swims upstream to become a dragon… or something like that. This is a Kafkaesque energy! You go the other way, baby—don’t follow the crowd because even they don’t know where they’ll end up!

The more you try to conform and follow what everyone else is doing, the more miserable and unlucky you become! Because doing so is against the policy of your Faery Soul’s authenticity. Whatever line of occupation you are interested in—genuinely interested in—I just know you’re meant to do your ‘job’ playfully, creatively, lightheartedly, passionately, and BEAUTIFULLY. Whatever you do, it’s pointless if you’re not surrounded by BEAUTY.

accept yourself glamorously!♥︎ – King of Swords Rx

Ay ay, don’t use too much logic, babe. You’re magic🧚🏻‍♀️Your intuition is more reliable than your intellect, trust yourself on this one. You possess this peculiar type of intelligence that is fuelled by passion from your heart. That said, your gut instinct is also that much stronger than your capacity for cognitive calculation. Hope that makes sense. You are essentially an otherworldly being. Though you may often feel like you’re a chaotic pile of confusion because of that.

Actually, you have spidey senses that help you notice a lot of things all at once and you don’t always know how to explain that. You just, absorb so much information from visual cues, auditory cues, and other invisible cues you pick up from the collective or aether. There’s always so much going on inside you because of this. But you’re just processing all of that information, so don’t worry, you’re not as chaotic as you think😆This is a SUPERPOWER!

You just need time to learn to accept this superpower and use it to your advantage. Didn’t Peter Parker also go through some hardships in the beginning? Before he knew how to use his new mutant powers? Yeah, something like that. Go do your weird shit and be a maverick. That’s how you become a vibrational match to your SPARKLY DESTINY🌟

ROMANTICISING YOUR FAIRY TALE🔻💗

the Hand of Destiny – Priestess of Enchantment

tick tock tick tock VOILA~♥︎ – Priestess of Divination

Access full reading + cards on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 2 – That NU IT Girl

VIBE: LA chA TA by f(x)

the most UNIQUE thing about you, babe – 10 of Wands Rx

With you, there’s a strong energy of a debutante girl who kinda just popped out of nowhere, springing forth from obscurity. The reality though, is that you worked really hard to grow into this new IT GIRL in town. Your hustle tends to be unseen by others. I’m guessing you have significant placements in the 8th House and 12th House; or those energies ruled by Scorpio/Pluto and Pisces/Neptune.

I think you genuinely like it that way though. Keep ‘em guessing, is your motto. It’s entertaining to you when people can’t figure out how you’re, YOU. Let the mystery of your growth keep ‘em speculating. You love it when people can’t stop talking about you. You don’t even mind the gossip. As long as all attention is on you~ You’ve got the whole world wrapped around your fingers~

You gravitate towards luxury and you love trends. It’s like, following trends is the only way you feel like you still belong to the Human Race. Unless you do so, you feel left out because you’re a real hustler HAHAH You tend to isolate yourself to study and work on building your empire. Though you may seem shallow to those who just know you on a surface level, I think pretending to be normal like this exhausts the living shit out of you.

path of least resistance – IX The Hermit Rx

You’re probably more spiritually attuned than you let out. Especially if you have significant 8th House/Scorpio or 12th House/Pisces qualities to you. Because of this, you tend to be a hermit, enjoying doing your own thing at your pace. Your inner world is more interesting than the outer world full of shallow and stupid people. You can’t stand that their ambitions are so tiny LMAO

However, it does seem like you can sometimes get obsessive with your studies or work. This is giving me that vibe of someone who’s become so comfortable in the darkness they get blinded once the curtains are lifted. You remind me of Sherlock Holmes played by Robert Downey Jr. A smart, calculating, strategizing weirdo who isn’t that great at social settings🤣

Of all the Piles, you seem the least in need of this kind of reading—because you already have a strong sense of self. You seem to me like you have your identity established already. You’re clear about your likes and interests and these aren’t going to change easily. I think this is partly why you can be into trends—all for you to feel like you’re less boring. Hahah I don’t think you’re boring; you’re timeless, babe✨

accept yourself glamorously!♥︎ – 7 of Wands

With your heightened sense of class and timelessness, you could be prone to envy and jealousy, right? You’re essentially someone who’s incredibly blessed, on top of that, you’re hard working. It’s only natural so much good fortune is bestowed upon you. You’re a go-getter. You aren’t afraid to claim your prizes. And I think you should honour and protect this with your life.

Having said that, I still get this feeling that your Higher Self wants you to share your burdens with someone trustworthy. If you could surround yourself with a tiny inner circle of Soul Friends, that’d be more than enough. It’s good to have a few friends you can count on. But if your trust has been broken and your faith wounded, this could take some time to heal, so that’s also understandable.

The most important thing is that you never settle for less in your friendships and even business relationships. You don’t have to ask for much; you just need to ask for what’s true. I have a feeling when you’re older you will be blessed with amazing rendezvous with a bunch of your Soul Family. Until then, enjoy shining on your own terms. You’re IT~

ROMANTICISING YOUR FAIRY TALE🔻🧡

the Hand of Destiny – Priestess of Prosperity

tick tock tick tock VOILA~♥︎ – Priestess of Faith

Access full reading + cards on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

Pile 3 – That Transcendent Alien Girl

VIBE: NU ABO by f(x)

the most UNIQUE thing about you, babe – 5 of Pentacles Rx

As per usual, Pile 3 often carries an alien vibe—in this case, almost robotic. You’re futuristic and avantgarde in the way you think, do or say things. With two Major Arcana, I can’t help but mention that you’re likely a Starseed or a Lightworker. Being one usually means you’ve had to face many oppositions in Life to get you all prepped up for your Destiny! What are you gonna do about it? Refuse your tasks and let the whole rotten world kill your Light? Hell nah.

What’s incredibly interesting about you is your morality. You have a super strong sense for justice and you carry yourself with high standards of morality. It’s just…because you’re an alien, what is moral to you might not always agree with the convention. You’re the type of person who notices how justice in this world is totally broken. I’m not even talking about a nation’s justice system—I’m talking about the general sense of what’s right and wrong for reward and punishment.

You’re the type that on the inside could be like Genghis Khan, Joseph Stalin or the Joker and Harley Quinn. You aren’t afraid to blow a damage to someone or a situation that’s been unfair. Your being chaotic, destructive, or simply disruptive as a punishment, is what’s JUST in your book of morality. I’m reminded of the story of the German Revenge Mother, so yeah… That’s real justice because this world’s moral compass looks terribly like a joke to you.

‘I am the punishment of God... If you had not committed great sins, God would not have sent a punishment like me upon you.’ – Genghis Khan

path of least resistance – I The Magician Rx

Because your energetic signature is very alien, you’re a born eccentric. No matter what you do, you’re just…abnormal. Different. Depending who sees you, you’re either an inspiration or an eyesore. You can’t help it. You stand out too much. Those who see you as an inspiration though, usually feel so because your example (or your stories) gives them a sense of validation.

You clearly don’t belong; but you’re carefully doing your own thing; carving out your very own existence; establishing your place in the world through sharing and flaunting your unique talents. THAT is incredibly validating for other rebels, eccentrics, and outcasts who are similar in vibe to you. You are a powerful creator—a Magician—whether or not you’re aware of this at present.

Have you ever had this crazy feeling on the inside, that sometimes, you’ve felt like your moods affect the local weather near you? Or maybe you’ve caused electricity to go haywire when your emotions are heightened? Have you felt like your hands sometimes cause batteries to run out faster? Do you get electric shocks a lot even when the thing you’re touching shouldn’t be a natural conductor for electricity? Wood or even plastic?

Bitch, you possess a crazy amount of creator energy in you. Sometimes it leaks as sparks of insanity in the physical realm because that amount of potent energy needs to be moved. Remember: energy can’t be created or destroyed; it can only be moved or transferred. You were born with this insanity because you’re an alien. You’re more than capable of handling it. All of that is just needing you to learn to channel IT properly into passionate pursuits that can benefit Humanity~♥︎

accept yourself glamorously!♥︎ – VI The Lovers

I know you get shy sometimes. Thinking that your dreams and visions are too cringe or too wild, too crazy. But you wouldn’t even be able to perceive those visions if you weren’t capable of manifesting them. So, there’s a reason for that. And more likely than not, you’re meant to see it through that those visions become Reality. As for the cringe part…

Aish, your imaginations just need polishing. They’ll get better as you refine your senses and develop your tastes. Your Reality is bound to be more high-quality eventually LMAO Trust yourself for that! All great artists also started out quite pathetic if you compare their masterpieces to their pre-debut, or even debut, works. The manifestation of your desires is also a form of Art like that.

The more you merge with your Higher Self the more this will make sense. In the meantime, what you’re meant to be focusing on is your Lower and Higher Selves integration. The Human and the Spirit, ah I mean, the Human and the Alien merging as one navigating existence in this Earth Matrix😉

ROMANTICISING YOUR FAIRY TALE🔻💙

the Hand of Destiny – Priestess of Ritual

tick tock tick tock VOILA~♥︎ – Priestess of Beauty

Access full reading + cards on Patreon🌸

☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・. ☆♪°・.

[PAC Masterlist] [Part 1] [Part 2]

[Patreon] [Paid Readings]

625 notes · View notes

peachesofteal · 8 months

Text

Call of Duty

Nav post / Main masterlist

Faerie

Simon Riley's masterlist

Ghost x Soap x female reader Dead Disco It's not easy, being the one always left behind Simple Math You had a plan, but never could have anticipated… this. The Pit - (2/2) There are some predators that thrive in winter. An Ichor Veil (of Flower Kings) Two Kings sit on thrones of decay, waiting for their eternal season to bloom. Doe Mafia!au

Musings: lifestyle sub Pac rim Martini

Johnny 'Soap' MacTavish Which Witch - part 1 / part 2 'Fire help me to forget Soap x Cypher

Kyle 'Gaz' Garrick Crane your neck He'll make it, but not without you. Trick or Treat Trick or treating is an odd custom. Cosmic Love

John Price The Ocean A stranger arrives in Price's life Long and Lost

#masterlist

450 notes · View notes

hugemilkshake · 15 days

Note

Hey you know the elder faerie yandere thing? Honestly, I’m interested to see how it plays out once Gingerbrave and the others come along!

I’m invested👀

Enjoy the milkshake! I forgot I made yandere elder faerie headcannons ngl

Yandere Elder Faerie

-romantic or platonic-

Headcannons

!TW! Under the cut there will be themes like forcing someone to stay with you and isolation

The Faerie Kingdom was a pretty peaceful place, if you didn’t account for the dangers that lucked in the walls or how you couldn’t leave.

You lived a pretty boring lifestyle, Elder Faerie was with you all the time which was a little boring but you didn’t mind… right? Right?

But all of that changed when a group of cookies came into the Faerie Kingdom…

You were ecstatic when you saw cookies that were not from the faerie kingdom already

But Elder Faerie on the other hand… he didn’t like that.

I mean his first law is to not get too close to Y/N Cookie, which is a red flag

But when the beasts get released… oh this man is livid

Dose he try to kill Shadow Milk? YES

Shadow Milk is an active threat to your safety

Now dose Elder Faerie die trying to kill Shadow Milk? yes…

But Elder Faerie refused to die when you came and held him.

He wanted to hear your voice one last time…

(Sorry if this is trash o was almost falling asleep while their writing this-)

#crk #cookie run #crk x reader #elder faerie cookie #yandere cookie run

62 notes · View notes

glavilio · 10 months

Text

post malone has always reminded me of some kind of satyr or faun. i believe this with every cell in my body. even beyond the way he looks like mr. tumnus in a chronicles of narnia adaptation brought to you by the hollywood new cut that got their entertainment experience making bart simpson lean edits on instagram, he sings with a kind of bleaty modulation that is very goatlike and lyrically evokes a lifestyle that is quite becoming of a hedonistic faerie creature. is he still around? i feel like he was the new years baby of 2018 and turned into an old man with a banner around his body and a scythe on december 31st

270 notes · View notes

gentrychild · 11 months

Note

AU where Yoichi was a changeling and that didn’t stop Hisashi from being possessive.

1 - Medieval fantasy AU where everyone knows that the fae love beautiful children so when Hisashi's parents are dumb enough to make another child, he gives the annoying thing a year before have a perfectly measured response by removing the scissors above the baby's crib and luring a member of the good neighbor to his home so they would steal his horrible, loud, annoying baby brother. And to his surprise, they leave a present behind!

2 - Hisashi's brother was a strong boy with a healthy pair of lungs and who kept trying to crawl around and chase after him. This one is adorably weak, stay in place, can't escape his brother's hugs, and delightfully quiet. Truly, such a wonderful improvement. His parents do not share his enthusiasm since their baby has now a frail health, a voracious appetite, and such. That means more brotherly bonding for Hisashi.

3 - Unfortunately for Hisashi and fortunately for Yoichi who learned to run extremely quickly just so he could flee his brother, all good things must come to an end. There aren't many fae children so the good neighbors decide to get back the ones they disposed of. However, the fae who abandoned Yoichi saw Hisashi, who was already cruel, greedy, and mischievous at this age, and naturally assumed that this one was a changeling. Hisashi was promptly kidnapped.

4 - Now, everyone who comes to the Faerie is changed in some way. That what happens to Hisashi's biological brother, who will become the ancestor of Nine. As for Hisashi, once he realizes that his new guardians can survive his many murder attempts, he makes himself at home and become one of them.

5 - Yoichi gets himself a life in the human world. Finds two husbands. Rarely thinks about his crazy big brother who got taken by the neighbors. Has a pretty good life. So naturally, his brother comes back to fuck it up, a high noble in a fae court, determined to get his baby brother back now that he got a suitable lifestyle. Yoichi says no. Hisashi pretends that he can't hear him.

+ 1 - There is a running gag of Hisashi trying to explain to Yoichi that he is a changeling but Yoichi explains that no, Hisashi was the one taken, so he is the changeling.

#Yoichi got the supernatural good looks. can talk to animals. is generally a Disney princess. but he rationalizes it and thinks everyone can #do that.#5 headcanons game #closed ask game

215 notes · View notes

cosmic--dandelion · 7 months

Text

So how did we get from this

Dedicated to his Worshippers, George Frederic Watt (1817-1904)

To this?

A brief history of Mammon

Addendum Because We Can't Have Nice Things: this essay is in no way meant to be a "critique", criticism, or personal attack against Helluva Boss/Hazbin Hotel/Vivziepop as I am, in fact, a big fan of all three! I actually loved the newest episode and Mammon as a character. Seeing him in motion, I think he looks damned near perfect as a modern take on the King of Greed. I wrote this ONLY for educational purposes.

Mammon is a Chaldee (the Semantic language of ancient Chaldeans, the people of a small Mesopotamian country who were later absorbed by the Babylonians) or Syriac word meaning "wealth" or "riches".

The Worship of Mammon, Evelyn De Morgan (1909)

He is best remembered from the Sermon on the Mount from Mathew 6: 24 (King James version): “No man can serve two masters: for either he will hate the one, and love the other; or else he will hold to the one, and despise the other. Ye cannot serve God and mammon.”

Some scholars believe Mammon might have been loosely based on Dīs Pater, originally a Roman God of mineral wealth and fertile lands who was later merged with the chthonic deities of the underworld Pluto and Orcus (because minerals come from underground). Pluto was depicted in the Divine Comedy as "wolflike demon of wealth"; wolves in the medieval times were symbols of greed. Others think he might have been an ancient Syrian god, though no trace of his cult or temples exists.

Mammon transformed over time from an abstract concept to major demon. This is thanks to later philosophers and theologians such as Saint Gregory of Nyssa, a third century Byzantine scholar, Archbishop of Constantinople John Chrysostom, and Peter Lombard, bishop of Paris from 1159 to 1160. His book of Four Books of Sentences (Sententiarum libri IV) was the standard theological text of the Middle Ages.

Mammon was assigned the sin of greed according to the Peter Binsfield classification of demons.

John Milton of Paradise Lost fame imaged him as a fallen angel. He is described as being stooped over (literally the "least erected" of Lucifer's demonic host) because he always has his eyes downward looking for gold and would rather use Hell's resources to finance his lavish lifestyle than wage war against Heaven.

In Edmund Spenser's 16th long poem, The Faerie Queene, Mammon is a “uncouth, salvage, and uncivile wight” who sets up his cave of riches right next to the entrance to the underworld. Subtle, huh? He tries to tempt Sir Guyon, the protagonist of Book II, with all his fabulous wealth, arguing that he could use it for good. (This is a religious-moral-political allegory about temperance, so you can guess how well that went.) He shows up again in Jacques de Plancy's Dictionnaire Infernal as Hell's ambassador to England. Yes, really.

Just like in Biblical times, reformists used Mammon as a symbol of exploitation and unfettered capitalism during the industrial age.

Fun fact: Mr. Burns lives at the corner of Croesus and Mammon street.

So how does Vivziepop's version compare to the historical Mammon? I dunno, he hasn't appeared in the show yet. It's not my favorite design, but I like the fact that half the fandom was expecting him to be the Big Bad of Helluva Boss, and he's a just big heckin' chonk who sort of looks like a demented Dr. Suess character crossed with a demonic air freshener. It's a silly design for a silly dude, but he could be more dangerous than he looks...

#helluva boss #mammon #religion #history #vivziepop #mythology #demonology

81 notes · View notes

thevagabondexpress · 2 months

Text

something something gangs of ketterdam something something geography

Take a look at the available maps from the Grishaverse and you'll notice something. While maps of Ravka and Shu Han and Novyi Zem are nice and interesting and pretty to look at, and the Ice Court has reasonably good description, that one map of Ketterdam? Yeah. It's rendered in so much incredibly beautiful detail that you can literally see the city's devils (see what i did there? eh?). Six of Crows, and Crooked Kingdom particularly, have a very intense love for and understanding of geography that seems to be unique in the series. Alina Starkov is ostensibly a cartographer and yet Ketterdam is the city I could confidently find my way around and probably direct tourists around as well. And when you think about it, this actually makes a lot of sense. For the Crows that live there, knowing your geography could be a matter of life and death.

I was never in a gang (thank God and my faerie godmother) but I grew up in the poorer neighborhoods of a big city so I know enough about them to know that the experience Leigh describes is pretty accurate. Among the various simplicities and complexities of group crime (major organized as well as four dudes in hoodies alike), territory is a big one. It's brought up in the books, the Crows have Fifth Harbor, it's theirs, and the Black Tips pay a hefty price for encroaching on it. Gang territories are like political borders and if members cross over from their place of residence to somebody else's, it's tantamount to an invasion. The Crows would need to know the city like the back of their hand for more than just profitable purposes and it shows in the books.

Not only that, but many of them have other personal reasons to be good at geography. Kaz is not just a gangster, he's ostensibly a king among them. He's deeply involved, he's got enemies, he's got pies. He's going to want to know who everyone is and where they are so he can stay as many steps ahead as he does. Inej grew up living a nomadic lifestyle, traveling in caravans along routes laid down by probably centuries' worth of tradition. Plus there's the Fold to worry about. Or at least there was. She would have learned navigating from her family from a young age, would've learned which towns are safe and which are not, which roads to use and to avoid. She would have then applied that knowledge to the city easily, probably near-subconsciously, once she could walk in it freely. Plus, I mean, she's getting around by rooftops, she's going to need to know more than just street signs. Meanwhile, Nina is a spy and soldier, quickly learning the lay of the land was no doubt a part of her training, and Wylan was born and raised in the city. Even living in the wealthy districts for most of his life (he wasn't in the Barrel that long before the start of the book, remember), he'd still have a native's grasp of the world around him. Jesper and Matthias are the only characters who don't have a geography connection beyond trying not to start a gang war and Matthias is the only one who genuinely wouldn't probably care. Well, I guess Kuwei probably wouldn't give much of a damn about geography either if we're counting him, but he spends most of his time in the story being shunted from one place to another by other people.

So yeah. When you think about it, geography's gonna be hella important to the Crows and it makes sense that it shows up like this in the books. Now, do I necessarily like that I could probably give Barrel breakfast restaurant recommendations to a friend? Not really, unless I'm writing fanfiction. But it's fun knowing why. Now, the mystery of why Alina isn't this geography-knowledgeable when she's literally a cartographer . . .

(tagging @tleeaves @4uru and @immortalarizona for your thoughts if you have any)

update: map:

#six of crows #shadow & bone #ketterdam geography #this really isn't an analysis post so much as it's me pointing and going “hey cool thing!”#or maybe the crows are all secretly canadian #now there's a rare joke

19 notes · View notes

akiwitch · 3 months

Text

Badly Summarized WIP Poll

Rules: Pick a bunch of WIPs and summarize them as badly as possible, then ask your followers to vote on which one they'd be most likely to read. Multiple/all/none options are completely optional. (tagged by open tags from @jezifster)

tagging @toribookworm22 @acertainmoshke and @kimurasato and anyone else who wants to (sorry if you've already done it!)

also tagging @blind-the-winds who started this! It's been fun!

#aki writes #writeblr #wip poll #this isn't even all of them oops

25 notes · View notes

cardudescrown · 7 months

Text

All 3 Duarte sisters loved by devoting their lives in things that were taken from them.

Vivienne, who chose Vengeance. To honor their lost parents and the mortal lifestyle that was taken from all 3 of them.

Taryn, who chose individualism, to selfishly fight the prison of a mortals fate (ensorcellment or glamour) in the faerie realm that they are reminded of everytime (by the ruthless characterism of elfhame and the people who thrive in it), limiting their choices in life for all 3 of them.

And Jude, who chose Power. To steal power that was taken from all 3 of them. Their lives would have lead to inevitable doom (for children without a parents protection), so she chose a gradual and painful ascendance of power so that no one could be able to question her authority anymore.

Because of their choices, they have been liberated to acknowledge parts of their lives. Vivienne grieved the murder of her parents by rebelling, which let Jude and Taryn love Madoc, knowing that vivienne is taking the responsibility of their parents vengeance off their shoulders. Taryn chose her selfish tendencies to fit in, so it appeases their place in the court and let people see that they are as capable as the folk. Jude's earned power lets vivienne get rid of her futile vengeance off her shoulder and lets Taryn finally have the sense of belonging and freedom to have a permanent position of power.

In conclusion, all 3 sisters fulfilled each of their dreams. Whether its vengeance, a sense of belonging, or the privilege of freedom to choose a life without harm.

#jude duarte #the wicked king #jude x cardan #tfota #the cruel prince #cardan greenbriar #jurdan #the queen of nothing #holly black #cardude

33 notes · View notes

stealeroflemons · 1 year

Text

what time is it? it's eah no-name-headcanon-time #17

fair warning this is still within my darker versin of EAH headcanons so if you find those topics uncomfortable then maybe check out some of my other posts instead :)

Faybelle absolutely would love Janice from Mean Girls while simultaneously have incredible respect for Regina's scheming

Apple does not know how to do "regular people things" like pump gas or how to work a stove

Cerise and her mom have a bunch of livestock and small gardens with food around their house, a real off the grid lifestyle

Dexter loves loves loves eating oreo cookies with creme cheese because he swears it tastes like cheesecake, but he won't eat actual cheesecake (the first part was inspired by my friends dad)

Briar has to have her friends come to the doctors with her because despite being afriad of close to nothing, she is afriad of needles, for obvious reasons

Sometimes Briar wakes up in random places with no memory of what happened, sometimes from a bad sleeping/fainting episode or from a drug she took to fuel her need for adrenaline

Rosabella always has Briar's location on so she can see where she is at all times because of how often Briar has one of those moments ^^

One of the scariest things that can happen to a faerie in the eah world is having your wings cut off. Because of this, Faybelle and Farrah are extremely aware of their wings at all times and HATE when someone touches them

Hunter gets physically and violently sick when he sees dead animals or had to go hunting with his dad

Sparrow is, to the surprise of many, not that into drugs or alcohol. He's worried a lot about what it would to do his voice (I imagine him to sound like Tyler Joseph)

A lot of the athletes at the school (Justine, Duchess, Hunter, Cerise, Lizzie, etc.) miss classes because of physical therapy appointments

A larger amount of royals comapred to rebels go into emergency care or varying therapy sessions (mental health, physical health, emotional health,) due to all the unhealthy coping mechanisms they resort to while being pressured to follow destiny (Briar unfortunately holds the record for hospitilizations)

On a lighter note, Ginger likes to make care packages with Maddie full of baked goods and soothing teas for the students who have a particularly rough time like Briar

#briar beauty #faybelle thorn #sparrow hood #farrah goodfairy #hunter huntsman #rosabella beauty #ginger breadhouse #maddie hatter #apple white #dexter charming #eah #ever after high #cerise hood #lizzie hearts #duchess swan #justine dancer

148 notes · View notes

theherdofturtles · 1 year

Text

Fandom: Hetalia Prompt: Worked themselves to exhaustion Rating: G Word Count: 2570 I whumped England but I actually whumped Ireland. England works himself to exhaustion because he makes bad life choices, Ireland begrudgingly picks up the pieces because England's life choices also affect the people around him. @badthingshappenbingo

Usually when Éire showed up at England's place in the middle of the night, he showed up to return to himself the things which England had stolen from him over the years.

Éire got a kick out of giving England no part in the transaction. It was a turning of tables long overdue... so, silent as the night, he’d take his things and leave no trace of himself.

He'd retrieve an old sword, a king's crown, his wand their mother had given him, his henri hippo money box... the usual objects his kleptomaniac of a little brother had seen and somehow immediately sensed that this, this had sentimental value attached, and dragged far misplaced from the original steward.

Usually when Éire showed up at England's place in the middle of the night, he would slip through the window. The old dusty one behind the garden rose bush, the one which had lost all its screws, which England still hadn't realised, and the same one which had lost the short decorative awning lip over the top to small faerie teeth. The window had a sideways damaged flair— that was why England planted the rose bush in the first place.

He was terrible at hiding the problems he refused to fix.

And Éire had gotten deftly skilled at dealing with the hurricane of problems left in the wake of what his youngest brother refused to fix.

But tonight was different even if his entry stayed the same.

Éire slipped into England's house with feather-feet. The storage closet heaps around him absorbed sound between their packed boxes, keeping him secret as if they, too, were on his side, begging to be rescued from the dust-forgotten corners of England's dragon hoard.

His fingers wrapped around the knotted bour wand in his pocket to retrieve the tool. A spell whispered under his breath caused a warm faerie glow to light like a firefly from the tip.

Then, stepping light-pawed around the boxes, Éire continued soundlessly. In the dark he was obscured: a lanky man dressed in brown tweed wool, a narrow movement between narrow spaces that moved a swift pace in a cat-like-gait.

He manoeuvred to leave the closet and he entered England's relatively new house.

The halls were stoic to his presence as usual. They were oddly protective of the ugly deep green imitation of toxic Victorian wallpaper they drowned in, but the sheer number of paintings, posters, framed letters, photographs, and swords hanging over the painful paper drowned even the wall's colour.

Éire disliked this house less than he disliked the last one.

This house, particularly, had only actually been England's house for a few decades. The new residence was government owned rather than having been gifted to him by royals, which was almost a plus for Éire. See, after England’s last home had been rendered unliveable as it was a bombed, fifty room, bleed-your-taxes-out, museum of a pile of rubble, the UK authorities had leapt at the chance to shove him into a smaller, twenty room, bleed-due-to-your-housing-crisis-out, hoarders' paradise of an estate.

In Éire's opinion, the 'house' could probably squeeze five Westminsters and the Palace in it if England threw away his hoard.

Which, to him, meant the ‘house’ was way too large to justify one man living in it... the UK authorities should move his things into a museum or send them back to their owners and put him in a normal house like all the other privileged Britons.

And each of his brothers had been plushily treated to the same British bribery while Éire still lived on the same stoney island he'd claimed since Vikings would knock down his door. No one could make him budge.

He didn't understand why his siblings had all stumbled after similar impractical lifestyles.

Éire whispered a second spell under his breath, an old one he'd created, "dul sa tóir ar dhuine namhad."

He flicked his fingers to his shoes, flicking magic as if it were water. The leather shoes absorbed the words and whispered back, d'aimsigh mé an deargnamhaid.

They began to walk and Éire trusted their direction.

Two things happened at once after a nice stroll through England's hoard.

Éire rounded a corner with cozy fire-feet.

A fizzle of sparkling firecracker-green wizzed by his head.

The crackling spark missed him by a lot. It struck a poor undeserving photograph of a horse and immediately splintered the glass like a shrieking spiderweb.

So that was how the little dragon was today...

Éire's magic smoothed an immediate fire-gold shield in front of himself.

England let loose a string of curses.

"Watch your magic. And your aim. That was horrendous on every front," Éire said.

His littlest brother cursed again.

He looked worse than he'd looked several days ago when Éire'd last seen him. England might've been attempting a furious glare, but the bags under his eyes were taking all of Éire's attention, and Éire couldn't focus on anything else except the massive purple bandit bruising on his face.

My God... those bags were three times larger than usual. He looked like a raccoon.

It suited the greedy little bastard.

"Get out of my house!" England said. He swayed on his feet like a goblin fortress threatening to collapse in the wind.

"No thank you," Éire didn't smirk as he usually would. He wasn't sure what was wrong with the little beast yet, and he felt he should know before he began kicking anthills.

"What's got you leasing brain power into the void this week?" Éire said sceptically. "Three days ago, you missed your queue to imitate a frazzled pup when I called your latest political stunt the world's most irrelevant tantrum. Then you said, 'thank you' when I tossed a note containing a list of GIS data demands in the general direction of your head."

England narrowed his eyes.

He looked deeply concentrated.

Then, "sorry," he said

Sorry? Éire almost laughed, because that was the wrong answer.

England must be feeling economically sick already to be that delirious. England didn’t say ‘sorry’ to him, ever.

"I'll ask Scot to write your obituary if he hasn't started already." Now Éire smirked. "Do you have a fever? Immediate global backlash? Investors betting on your poor choices? Well well well, consequences of your own actions." He was going to sprinkle salt in England's wound just to watch him squirm.

"Please get out of my house."

"Your house? Could've sworn I stood on public land. British taxpayers bought this place-"

"I don't have time to fight you tonight!" England growled. He stomped, but it was a weak stomp, and he nearly stumbled with the motion.

This pulled Éire off his elusive high horse and back onto his original mission, which was to make sure England wouldn't kneel over dead. A ruin of fun, really, but there was an unfortunate responsibility that came with being the eldest of four magical island men without a mother in sight.

"Are you drunk as well as sick?" Éire asked.

"What?"

"Are. You. Drunk?" Éire pronounced each word clearly and slowly for England's aid.

England's wrinkled raccoon peepers widened slightly and he shook his head adamantly. "Why'd you always think 'm drunk." He sounded genuinely puzzled and upset.

"It's a Saturday night, you're alone, yesterday you were withdrawn. Believe it or not, Arthur, you're an incredibly habitual creature."

"I'm not drunk!"

"You're like a toddler trying to bike without stabilisers."

"Leave!" England boldly moved forward. Very pathetically he tried to push Éire.

His bones were fish floppy, his feet were flippered messes without stance, and his resolve faded before Éire could bother lowering his magical barrier to help England save his dignity.

"This is the worst attempt you've ever put forth in controlling me; this should earn you tears."

Even in this poor state, England was desperately clutching filing cabinets and alphabetized dictionaries. Éire was a wild card no matter how desperately England attempted to tame him into his perfectly organised box of a universe. But this? This was a particularly resigned attempt to settle his order.

England's grip loosened and he wobbled more, steadied himself, and drooped. He was a staggering drunk.

He dropped further as if gravity had grabbed his shoulders and tugged him eagerly for a hug.

"England, are you drunk?" He asked again. He was sterner and teasing in the same tone.

England didn't respond this time.

Was the little bastard going to kneel over and die?

Éire... didn't know how to feel about that. He'd need at least a week to ponder whether to sing and dance or sacrifice a single tear or do both at once during his funeral.

Suddenly England's droop sloppily straightened, his fingers glowed a magic green, and Éire's barricade prepared to take another missed shot.

England's hand waved up at his own head as he muttered 'wake' at himself.

The green glow fizzled over England before sinking into his skin.

Immediately his littlest brother straightened fully. His eyes glazed sharp. His face contorted angerly as a mask over his tiredness.

"I'm not drunk, thank you very much, dear brother."

You had got to be kidding...

He was just sleep deprived?

And cursed?!

A magical method to force wakefulness didn't negate the necessity of sleeping!

"You're cursing yourself!" Éire accused.

"Jealous?" England taunted.

"Of sleepless torture? Why would I be?!"

"That you didn't get to curse on me by your own hand," England clarified. He sneered in his ugly pug-face way which always made Éire want to swing a nice left hook into his flat Saxon skull.

The purple sagging under his eyes made Éire think twice about pummelling him. He was already pummelling himself.

"I can solve that problem and curse you now, you little bastard," Éire flicked his wand upwards. The wand summoned an opaque white fog of faerie dreams which twirled, misted, and glinted, in small, dreary loops around his wrist, ready to curse England into a deep sleep.

Alarmed, England put a few feet of distance between them.

"No, no, no you can't do that, I forbid you!" His hands waved up as if they could shield him.

"Oh yes I can." Éire grinned sharply. "You can't forbid me from anything."

"I'm not done working needs to be done before tomorrow I've a deadline another stack of documents— this pertains to you! This is interests you!" England shouted.

Éire lifted his chin.

Clever intentional little bastard. Manipulative baby brother. Lying kid.

"Really?" He said, tilting his head. England brightened.

"Yes, very important," he gestured mindlessly at his desk, "this needs to be-"

Éire flicked the faerie fog off his tangle-bore wand into England's face.

England fell like a stack of bricks.

"You forgot that I don't care for your words," Éire told the soundly sleeping English lump. "... but, er, sorry mum," he mumbled as an afterthought. She never liked it when they fought.

Éire stepped over England's sleeping form and strolled over to England's desk to check what he'd been forcing himself awake to finish.

A stack of documents lined one side. A smaller stack lined the other side. Highlighted on the paper in the centre of his desk was an EU document.

So... England was starting to fill out his divorce papers.

Éire would chuckle to himself if he wasn't tied to his brother's fate. The deadlines were indeed short, England might've been working for days without sleep if he wasn't being helped with all these documents.

Éire picked up a page and flicked the thing straight before reading aloud.

"The bilateral arrangements between the Union and the United Kingdom under the Protocol do not give rise to rights and obligations for third countries," he read the part circled next to a note scribbled illegibly.

Ouch... England getting labelled a 'third country' by the EU was exactly the cold shoulder which England had signed up for. It was different to see it first hand, though.

"Consequently, any imports pursuant to Union import tariff rate quotas or other import quotas applying to goods originating in a third country that are brought into Northern Ireland..." Éire paused as he focused much deeper into the document, "cannot be counted towards that third country’s rights vis-à-vis the Union, unless agreed by the third country. That situation poses a risk to the proper functioning of the Union’s internal market and the integrity of the Common Commercial Policy by allowing the possible circumvention of the Union’s tariff rate quotas or other import quotas."

England hadn't lied.

This was about him and his Union membership.

That made Éire feel odd. The little dragon's whole mouth was silver, to have heard him actually use the truth as his defence was weird.

This wasn't just England's battle, how'd England not bring this up to him three days ago? The foot Éire still had toward his little brother's United Kingdom would cause scruples over import and export tariffs as goods flowed freely without strict regulation between all of Éire's land regardless to which side it belonged. It was a tentative measure to ensure peace.

Dealing with that without contacting him? Ridiculous.

The fact that this made space for squabbling between England and his fresh break with the Union meant England should be meeting with Éire more often about this topic at hand. The Union wouldn't like how plausibly England could escape tariffs by utilising Éire's scar.

And if the Union got their ideal way, England might be further split from Éire's Northern half by regulation. The ordeal depended on how this particular negotiation ended. It wouldn't be a wise choice to put a customs border in the middle of Éire, as reinforcements of his split would call back to more violent times in his history.

But a customs border on the Irish sea would put Éire fully a fence away from the United Kingdom, separating his North half from their main source of imports.

Éire hummed and tapped two fingers to the corner of his mouth.

This... was a stick poking a delicate tower of cards. Éire could sense tension and riot material already.

Loyalists and Nationalists, back at it again with bricks and sticks and fire wicks.

No fun. Especially for Éire.

"You've tripped me for the thousandth time," Éire said to his sleeping brother. The thorn in his side always, the deep splinter in his foot which his own mother had made. England honestly couldn't help but jump off a cliff and knock Éire over in the process.

England: professional discord sewer.

An ironic situation considering England spent every second of his life attempting to control and sort everything into his own perfect order.

Éire sighed.

"If you didn't exist there'd be nothing on earth that could keep me humble. I might've been king. Let's get you to a proper bed," he begrudgingly told the little bastard. He was going to drag him over every stair-step like he and his other siblings did when England was passed-out drunk.

Then, he was going to make him sleep for three days before he lifted the spell. Mainly, because Éire didn't want to deal with him; secondly, when Éire did deal with him, he should be well rested and thinking with a clear head. This was his fight before it should be England's, but England had a part to play and he’d better play well. Éire wouldn't take the consequences of England's choices without driving his stake into the ground first.

#hetalia fanfiction #aph ireland #aph england #northern ireland protocol but in a hetalia fic #this fic indirectly mentions brexit #would take place around 2019?

76 notes · View notes

vilehated · 2 months

Text

OC Summary

this is my own attempt at trying to summarize my pets... Though unlike wife, most of my goals aren't complete so it's mostly In My Head, yet to be actualized on my account. Working on it though. :3

In the mean time, enjoy the flights of fancy.

CHIALUXE (shee-a-loo) the rainbow Kyrii with her green meekins. (20 y/o)

A strikingly beautiful kyrii with a long, pale mane running down her back and large, grey eyes. Chi is the eldest daughter of an affluent Kyrii couple that reside in Faerieland. Vain, and elitist, her family is uniquely obsessed with looks and status, more than the average Neopian. To them, Chi is a very promising child who could go on to carry the family legacy...

... but regardless of their hopes, it doesn't stop their daughter from remaining a childish ditz well into adulthood. No matter what fancy schooling or events they try and coax her into, Chi only cares about playing with her younger sister, whom she has been enamored with since she was born. To Chi, her calling was found when Lux was born; fetching her baby sister toys and baby bottles was much more intuitive than academia.

Adopted her meekins from a litter with her sibling, where they each got to pick one. It was Lux's idea, but Chi's pushing and prodding at their parents (who are subconsciously less likely to spoil Lux...)

RESIDES: (With Lux) In her wealthy parents' manor on Faerieland, pre-fall.

LUXEIY (loo-shay) the christmas/halloween Kyrii with her rainbow meekins. (14 y/o)

With clawed feet, a squinted eye, and a large birthmark across her face, Lux also stood out the moment she was born (a humble shade of green, as well)... Growing up with sheepish awareness of her parents' disappointment in her looks. As such, she was compliant for numerous attempts at 'treating' her 'disfigurements'... made to try various tonics, ointments, even expensive neggs, yet all proved fruitless.

In perfect contrast to her parents' neglect, is the doting attention she has received from her older sister her whole life. Her greatest comfort is her bond with Chi.

Lux is a bit of a savant (... for a 14 yo), juggling various hobbies, always interested in trying something new. Despite her efforts, none of her peers really seem interested in being more than acquaintances, which Lux accepts with quiet resignation. In the first place, Lux's affinity for picking up skills was formed to preoccupy herself as her parents neglect her. Once again the silver-lining is Chi's affections — so eager to praise Lux's abilities. The one person she can dazzle and impress.

Wanted a petpet badly as a child, and so Chi pushed for them to get a pair! Their meekins are siblings, just like them. While her parents don't like to spoil Lux, they are glad she at least chose something fanciful looking...

RESIDES: (With Chi) In her wealthy parents' manor on Faerieland, pre-fall.

CZHOKE the checkered Aisha.

A solitary Aisha, once part of a full family, with a lot of siblings. He was a quiet, out of the way boy, though dimly interactive. A horrific tragedy befell their household, one which mangled the whole lot of the family, leaving Czhoke the survivor. Despite the objective tragedy of his circumstance, he found it didn't really make him feel anything... other than a pleasant sense of freedom. Simply wandered off after that, deciding the average Neopian lifestyle wasn't anything he'd choose again.

Found he enjoys observing pets at a distance as they amble helplessly through the Haunted Woods. Bewildered travelers, lost children, so-called adventurers... so often caught & dispatched in the dead of night. Few make it long. He doesn't intervene. Nothing urges him to leave the role of observer.

RESIDES: In the Haunted Woods, in a ramshackle shed. Enjoys random trinkets, but doesn't exactly have a furnished house. Mostly wanders, and doesn't come back to it for days at a time.

His eventual mate is Avvy's faerie/halloween Aisha Adolee, an unusual hermit-survivalist ekeing out a life on the outskirts of the woods. Finding her flitting through branches, he stalks her alone for months...

HUSHHT (or just 'Hush') the starry Zafara with his cloud miamouse (10 y/o)

Originally from Roo Island, from a small household of Meerca. A fine household, but regardless, Hush is perpetually lonely, beset by inexplicable persistent neediness... He wouldn't think of himself as morose or dreary, but he's almost constantly desperate. Always feeling 'at his limit' in some strange way.

A tiny bit of attention from anyone captivates Hush, who will doggedly attempt to appease and entertain them — often to his detriment. He comes off uncomfortably clingy, almost insincerely placating... bit too over-the-top.

In an impulse to seek change, he abandons his family without warning to head towards Neopia Central... where he imagines more than the tiny Roo Island populace might offer him something...

Meets his special little miamouse in faerieland, thanks to Lilayou (who has a natural charisma with exclusively petpets!)

RESIDES: Eventually, in Faerieland (pre-fall era)...

His eventual mate is Avvy's spotted Shoyru Lilayou, a very playful but lonesome girl who entertains herself all day long in a playpen in the clouds...

QHASTELI the maraquan Acara with her yellow peo.

Sadistic, capricious, and a bit melodramatic — Qhasteli imagines herself as 'master of her domain', subjugating life around her as she pleases. It may be that in reality, she is a hermit that lives in a strange ecosystem, with no one to notice when she drowns a random civilian, as much as nothing stops her from preying on pfish swimming by. Whatever the case, it doesn't change Qhasteli's perception of herself.

The ego is delusionally high, though she is smart, capable, and competent at what she does, accomplishing her goals without issue or risk. She's well-versed in various magicks, and solves all of her own problems.

Enjoys trinkets, baubles, pretty things. Her favored peo is beautiful to her. She curates her space with great deliberation; doesn't hoard wantonly.

Despite the isolation, she is very practiced at talking, enjoying listening to her own cadence, talking to herself, and the various creatures in her caverns. She's not "far gone" in that she's incoherent or clumsy with words, or foolhardy... She is well "put-together"... as murderers go.

RESIDES: A small unnamed island near Faerieland. Lives in a particular area by the shore, composed of trees with long roots that form large coral-like structures when submerged. Depending on the tide, the area feels like a mini coral reef, or a tangled system of roots to clamber over.

Her eventual mate is Avvy's baby Gelert, Luvvit. Like the trinkets in Qhasteli's collection, she is a pretty bauble to acquire. With her manicured demeanor and soft, elegant speech, Luvvit is effortlessly captivated and drawn into the illusion of Qhasteli as some sort of princess or goddess....

EVENTOILLE the skunk/valentine crosspaint Ixi with his plushie tanizard, Wobbles.

Goes by "Eve". As rare twins, they were precious, beloved, and special to their parents both. While not extremely wealthy, their parents in Brightvale were the scholarly sort, and very conscientious of their twins' upbringing... They wanted to push for individuality in their children, encouraging unique hobbies, avoiding kitschy dumbed-down things suchas matching clothes or vocations... not wanting them to lack identity.

This is not appreciated. The twins hold an intense desire for symmetry, one that goes beyond anything rational.

If one is injured, the other urgently seeks to copy the wound. If one gets a black eye falling out of a tree, the other comes home with a mirrored black eye... and too-pleased about it. If one gets the Neezles, the other is desperate to contract their Neezles... their parents grew more and more concerned, and more strict about refusing absurd requests.

The twins entirely hated this awful insistence that they needed to be "different", loving NOTHING more than being just the same. Of course their parents could only push back, until the twins had enough and ran away from home together, at the tender age of 11.

Between the two, Eve tends to lead them places, make the decisions, and is generally more stubborn. He's more 'learned' and curious about their environment, knowledgeable of flora & fauna. He has an aptitude for magic.

Found his plushie tanizard dangling from a branch... she's typically flopped around over him.

RESIDES: (With Veil) In the mountain range that borders the Haunted Woods, often traveling between the base of the mountain and edge of the woods. Sometimes will make a pilgrimage to a more populated area near Central, for whatever amenities.

VELLAIRIS the skunk/valentine crosspaint Ixi with her rainbow kookith (to be named.)

The more emotionally perceptive twin, often fussing over her brother, preening him. While Eve is observant of their environment, he's no good at everyday tasks like... figuring out food, when to sleep, taking care of the basic needs. Veil tends to encourage stopping to appreciate things in a whimsical way, noting the turning of leaves or a little petpetpet in the bushes...

Her rainbow kookith simply started following her one day, not long after Eve had found his tanizard. It's a charming fate that they both wound up with a little something! Normal twinning behavior!

RESIDES: (With Eve) In the mountain range that borders the Haunted Woods, often traveling between the base of the mountain and edge of the woods. Sometimes will make a pilgrimage to a more populated area near Central, for whatever amenities.

SIVAARE the striped Xweetok with her catamara, Peer.

A delightful girl, always surrounded by throngs of beautiful petpets. She adores her life in her glade.

~more to be decided later, a WIP concept girlie~

HOUDAI the wraith Ogrin.

A long-lived, amorphous being that can take on the form of any pet desired. Houdai's form is fluid shadow, able to be bent and twisted into nightmarish shapes, all at a whim.

It's been lost to time, and Houdai himself does not dwell on it, but he started life as a sickly young Bori living in Terror Mountain...

Born to a small and humble town in the Terror Mountains, there was no one family who truly ever took him in. Houdai's illness was a congenital deformity that left him with improperly developed back scutes. He was physically debilitated inside and out, struggling with movement. His town had neither ample resources, nor the means to transport him someplace which could tackle the ailment. He floundered in his life without consistent care, physical or emotional.

Fed up with the pain and inconvenience of his existence, Houdai exiled himself in the night to die quietly, alone along some unreachable, snowy mountainside cave. Slowly buried under piles of cold snow, this circumstance cursed Houdai into what he is, now.

... despite this, his new form isn't so depressive. He's capable now, free from strain or attachments! With a new life, he becomes curious about the world around him, the vast lands he wasn't taken to in that previous life.

... but Houdai's "true nature" it seems is, not good. Observation of greater society in this form devolves into subjugation of others to his whims, taking life capriciously. Somehow, Houdai doesn't value anything individually. He never learned to.

RESIDES: Ever-roaming across Neopia, choosing different areas to haunt, though generally preferring the wilderness and places with thick vegetation. Deep in the Haunted Woods, thickets of Mystery Island, in valleys between Shenkuu, caverns of Terror Mountain and so on.

Eventually his mate is Avvy's baby Ogrin, Hiikuu, who resides within a labyrinth. Houdai's unique body enables him to enter into it without its owner's permission. He observes her within her little bika herd, shapeshifted into a bika himself.

AYQE the mutant Korbat with her valentine faellie.

~also very new girlie!! working on her!!~

#ocs

5 notes · View notes