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sitp-recs · 4 months

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HP Rec Fest, Day 28

I’ve been reccing underrated fics since this blog was created and so I thought “there’s no easier @hprecfest prompt than this one” lol famous last words, this post took me ages to prepare 😂 I was initially overwhelmed by the amount of fics that came to mind, and going through my bookmarks and old recs only made it worse. How was I supposed to shortlist?? In the end I gave up and decided to rec 2 Drarry fics + 2 rare pairs. I could have included so many more but I really didn’t want this to become a tl;dr post and these rec blurbs are already going out of control, so here we go!

Day 28) an under-rated fic:

Drarry

In Dreams by @moonflower-rose (E, 38k)

Harry wasn't expecting to ever see Draco Malfoy again. He also wasn't expecting to walk into a political conspiracy that morning either, but apparently that's exactly what the day has in store for him.

I’ve screamed quite a few times about this fic (see my rec here) and every time I do it’s in the hopes that more folks will stop whatever they’re doing and go feast on this. not only a delicious and intriguing case fic with Rosie’s trademark epic dialogue and superb sense of humour, this also wins the award of best fic opening I have ever read. the way I gasped at chapter one and am forever haunted by its utterly devastating ending oh my god!!! my heart belongs to this gritty Harry, and the slow burn is masterfully crafted within the urgency of their teamwork to solve the mystery combining comfort, grief and hope in a thrilling, poignant and perfectly paced adventure. plus, the emotional payoff is chef’s kiss, honestly I cannot recommend this enough!

Survival of the Species by @romaine2424 (E, 47k)

Draco approaches Harry on the 9 ¾ platform, after their sons have boarded the Hogwarts Express, and invites him over for tea. The discussion they have leads them on an adventure that neither could have expected. There be dragons! HPDH compliant but before any other canon info had been released.

considering this masterpiece was published back in 2007 I think I’m allowed to say this is definitely a formative story when it comes to the creature genre, more specifically Veela fic. I first read this a couple years ago and my jaw legit dropped at the amount of world-building and carefully researched lore that went into this. so detailed and intricate and different from everything I’ve seen before or since, I was truly fascinated and couldn’t stop reading. kudos to the amazing slow burn covering years of their struggles stuck together in a dragon cave and having to rely on each other to survive. I loved seeing the hardships and how they genuinely came to care for each other, definitely one of the most moving and convincing Veela love stories I’ve read in the fandom.

Rare pair

With a Look by earlybloomingparentheses (Ginny + Deamus, E, 5k)

Now, twenty years old and done with boys and looking forward very much to putting her hand down some lucky girl’s shirt later this evening, Ginny looks at Dean Thomas’s gold-painted fingernails and feels heat pool between her legs.

I think about this fic every now and then - such a sensitive, thought-provoking and beautiful homage to the 🏳️‍🌈 community. the visceral and contemplative tone takes it beyond your regular PWP, and I’ve rarely seen gender and queerness explored quite like this. seeing Ginny figuring out and owning her identify is mesmerizing. her voice is powerful, sexy, earnest and articulates so many complex and layered feelings - I was particularly moved by the inner turmoil of not looking “queer enough”. I’m sure this fic will be eye-opening and comforting to so many people out there, and that’s why I never cease to rec it. an intimate character study, a sinfully hot and self-indulgent threesome but above anything, a poignant love letter to the queer community.

Passion, Patents, and Pen Pals at the Ministry by @violetclarity and @yrfrndfrnkly, art by @anaxandria-writes and @veelawings (Hermione/Pansy, T, 32k)

After an extremely ill-timed lovers'-tiff-turned-food-fight at the Ministry leaves her less one boyfriend and suspended without pay for six months, Hermione pleads for some position–anything–to fill her days until her suspension is up. The good news is, her temporary position in the Magical Games & Sports's Ludicrous Patents office is just down the corridor from Harry's office in General Inquiries. The bad news is Harry's officemate is Pansy Parkinson, the Ministry's operations are shockingly outdated, and every altercation between Hermione and Pansy winds up a headline in MoM's internal rogue gossip zine, Hot Goss.

rivals to secret pen pals to lovers yes please?? this hilarious Pansmione is a ship triumph and yet criminally underrated. I had a blast getting into the world of Ministry gossip & politics, and immediately fell in love with all the characters, l especially with this lovely meddling Harry. it’s SO MUCH FUN to watch poor him (and Blaise omg what a duo) in the middle of a ladies’ tug of war. I’m impressed by the amount of world-building especially around their workplace, not to mention all the side interactions and the fun, organic slow burn. I love this take on identity porn with tons of banter and Pansy and Mione connecting through their shared worldview and feminist principles, such a power couple ✊🏼 the mix of semi-epistolary, witty dialogue, dorky meddling friends and mild angst make for peak entertaining, I laughed non-stop and cheered so bad for them. femslash ftw!!!

#hprecfest2023 #day 28 #an underrated fic

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paperbag-prncss-writes · 4 months

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Warming Cold Hearts

Summary:

Ghost, who had a challenging childhood, has never experienced the joys of winter activities. On Christmas Eve, Soap surprises him with a snowman-building adventure. Despite initial reluctance, Ghost discovers the magic of the season.

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The winter wind howled through the Scottish highlands, biting into every exposed inch of skin. Snowflakes, delicate and intricate, pirouetted in the air, casting a mesmerizing dance across the landscape. A soft, powdery blanket coated the earth in pristine white, transforming the world into a serene winter wonderland. In the heart of this frozen wilderness stood a quaint cottage - the MacTavish holiday home, nestled among ancient pines, adorned with a wreath and twinkling Christmas lights. The air was crisp, carrying with it the scent of pine and the distant promise of a crackling fireplace.

Inside the cottage, a fire filled the room with its warmth, inviting everyone to remain and find some comfort between those wooden walls. The fire crackled a comforting symphony that battled the chill of the winter day. A Christmas tree, adorned with ornaments collected over the years by late Grandmother MacTavish, stood proudly in the corner, its lights shimmering like stars.

John "Soap" MacTavish gazed out the window, captivated by the ethereal beauty of the snowfall. His breath formed tiny clouds in the air as he turned to his partner, Simon "Ghost" Riley, who was wrapped in a thick blanket on the couch, reading a crime novel and occasionally making an annoyed comment about how some of the story strands are just not being realistic.

"Ye ken, Si, it's Christmas Eve. How about we dae somethin' special this year?" Johnny suggested, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Simon arched an eyebrow, peering over the book. "Special? This weather is freezing my ass off, and I don't see anything special about it?"

Johnny chuckled, leaning in to plant a soft kiss on Simon's forehead. "Exactly. I was thinkin' we could go outside and build a snowman. Embrace the holiday spirit, ya ken?"

Simon rolled his eyes, a smirk playing on his lips. "A snowman? Seriously? Johnny, I've never understood the appeal of playing in the snow."

Soap chuckled, reaching for Simon’s hand. "Ah, ye'll warm up to it, Si. How about we make some good memories in the snow for a change? Trust me, you're going to love this. "

Despite Simon's initial reluctance, Johnny's enthusiasm was infectious. Bundled up in layers, they stepped outside into the winter wonderland. The cold air bit at Simon's exposed skin, and he shivered involuntarily.

"Remind me why we're doing this again?" Simon grumbled, wrapping his scarf tighter around his face.

Johnny grinned, undeterred by Simon’s lack of enthusiasm, scooping up a handful of snow. "Because, my dear Si, ye've never built a snowman, have ye? And every person should experience the joy of that at least once in their life."

Simon shook his head, his breath visible in the chilly air. "No, and I don't see the appeal…"

Soap laughed, bending down to gather snow. "Well, that's about to change."

As they worked together, rolling balls of snow, shaping the snow into a lopsided figure, Simon couldn't help but feel a strange warmth inside. Johnny’s laughter echoed through the quit highlands. Maybe it was the effort they put into crafting something so simple yet filled with holiday charm. Simon couldn’t help but crack a smile.

"There we go," Johnny declared, placing a makeshift hat on top of the snowman and stepped back to admire their creation. "Not bad for our first attempt, eh?"

Simon smirked, a genuine spark in his eyes, with a hint of pride. "I guess it's not the worst thing I've ever done."

Johnny chuckled, pulling Simon closer. "Ye're doing great, Simon. And we're not done yet."

The couple returned to the cottage, rosy-cheeked and covered in snow. Johnny's parents greeted them with smiles, ushering them toward the fireplace. The crackling flames bathed the room in a comforting glow, thawing their frozen limbs. The scent of cocoa filled the air as they settled by the fire.

Johnny's dad emerged from the kitchen, carrying two steaming mugs of hot chocolate. He handed them to the couple, his eyes twinkling with warmth.

"Nothin' like a cup of hot cocoa to chase away the cold," he said, patting Simon on the shoulder.

Simon accepted the mug, his fingers tingling as they wrapped around the warmth. He took a tentative sip, the rich chocolate flavor spreading comfort throughout his body.

Johnny thanked his father as he took his mug and immediately began to rave. It’s just like when he used to be a child, coming home frozen after spending the day in the snow and his parents would wrap him in a blanket in front of the fireplace and warm him up with a cup of hot chocolate.

Simon’s gaze wandered around the cozy room, taking in the warmth and the love that filled the space. He stopped and gazed into the flickering flames, as a wave of nostalgia washed over him. He remembered his own childhood—a time when warmth, hot chocolate, and family were distant dreams. A lump formed in his throat as he realized what he had missed out on till now, and he felt a few tears escape his eyes. He quickly wiped it away, hoping Johnny wouldn’t notice.

But Johnny noticed the change in Simon's demeanor and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder. "Hey, what's wrong?"

Simon shook his head, his voice a whisper. "Nothing. Just…I never had this, Johnny. I never had a cozy fireplace, hot chocolate, or someone to build a snowman with. I missed out on so much. I suppose snow isn’t that bad if you have a warm home to come back after."

Johnny he pulled Simon into a warm embrace. His expression was filled with understanding. "Well, ye've got it now. Ye've got me, and ye've got my family. We'll make up for lost time, aye?"

Simon nodded, a mix of emotions playing across his face. SImon felt a warmth that had nothing to do with the flames. It was the warmth of love, acceptance, and the promise of a future filled with joy.

The room fell into a comfortable silence, broken only by the crackling of the fire. Outside, the snow continued to fall, wrapping the world in a serene blanket. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of love and the chill of winter, Simon realized that Christmas wasn't just about snowmen and hot chocolate—it was about creating new memories and finding joy in unexpected places.

As the day wore on, Johnny and Simon shared stories with Johnny's family, partaking in a festive feast that warmed both their hearts and bellies. The holiday cheer permeated the cottage, and Simon found himself laughing more than he had in years.

As night descended, Johnny suggested something that made Simon raise an eyebrow. "How about a nice, warm bath to end the day? We can relax and unwind together."

Simon smirked, a playful glint in his eye. "You just want an excuse to get me out of these layers."

Johnny chuckled, "Maybe a bit. But seriously, it'll be nice. We can enjoy the warmth and each other's company."

The couple filled the antique bathtub with steaming water, the room filling with the soothing scent of lavender bubbles. Candles adorned the edges, casting a soft, flickering light that danced on the walls. The warmth of the water embraced them as they settled into the tub, Simon hesitated for a moment before stepping in, the warm water a welcome contrast to the winter chill, letting out a contented sigh.

"This is actually not bad," Simon admitted. Johnny joined him, and they relaxed in the soothing embrace of the water, The tension from the day melted away, replaced by a quit contentment.

Johnny grinned, reaching for a loofah. "Now, how about I wash yer back? It's the least I can do for the man who built his first snowman today."

Simon chuckled, enjoying the gentle massage of Johnny’s hands against his shoulders. "You’re spoiling me, Johnny."

Johnny leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to Simon’s neck. "Ye deserve it, Si."

The warm water, the gentle touch, and the intimacy of the moment washed away the cold of the day. Simon closed his eyes, letting the stress of the past fade into the background. Johnny reached for a bottle of shampoo. His fingers worked through his hair, massaging his scalp, and Simon couldn't help but let out a satisfied groan. As Johnny rinsed Simon’s hair, their eyes met in the flickering candlelight. It was a simple moment, yet it held a depth of intimacy that words couldn’t capture. In that quit bathroom, surrounded by warmth and the person he loved, Simon felt a sense of completeness.

After the bath, wrapped in fluffy towels, they returned to the bedroom. Johnny lit a few candles, casting a soft glow across the room. The crackling fireplace added to the ambiance, creating a haven of warmth and comfort.

As they slipped into bed, Simon couldn't shake the feeling of gratitude. He had found a new family, a new home, and a love that melted even the coldest memories of his past.

Johnny wrapped his arms around Simon, their bodies fitting together like pieces of a puzzle. “Merry Christmas, Si.”

Simon snuggled closer, feeling the steady rhythm of Johnny’s heartbeat. “Merry Christmas, Johnny.”

And in the quiet embrace of the night, with the snow falling gently outside, they drifted into dreams filled with love, and warmth.

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Christmas morning dawned with a serene beauty, the Scottish highlands draped in a sparkling quilt of snow. The cottage stood nestled among the pines, a picturesque scene bathed in the soft hues of dawn. Inside, the aroma of a hearty breakfast filled the air as Johnny and Simon prepared for a day of festive celebration.

The anticipation heightened as Johnny's three sisters, his aunts, uncles and cousins arrived, their laughter echoing through the cottage. Morag, the eldest sister and a skilled hairdresser, embraced Simon with warmth. Her eyes lit up when she caught sight of Simon’s blond curls, tousled just right from the winter breeze.

"Och, Simon, look at these curls! Ye're takin' good care of them," Morag admired, her hands itching to touch.

Simon chuckled, running a hand through his hair self-consciously. "Well, they usually just do their own thing."

Morag grinned, her excitement contagious. "Aye, they've got a life of their own. But let me tell ye, they're magnificent. Yer doin’ good!"

Simon exchanged a glance with Johnny, who smirked and nodded in agreement. "Morag's right. Ye're perfect as ye are."

After a delightful lunch filled with festive cheer, the family gathered around the Christmas tree, exchanging gifts and sharing laughter. The crackling fireplace cast a warm glow, creating a cozy atmosphere that enveloped the room.

Collin, Johnny’s cousin with a penchant for mischief, suggested reliving the old days with a snowball fight. "Remember the fun we had when we were bairns?" he exclaimed with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The idea was met with unanimous enthusiasm, and soon the family was bundling up in layers, heading outside into the winter wonderland. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a golden glow on the pristine snow.

Johnny and Simon, fueled by strategic experiences on the battlefield, decided to build a small fort near the cottage. The snow beneath their gloves was cold and powdery, perfect for molding into protective walls. As they worked, the MacTavishes prepared for the friendly skirmish.

Once the battlefield was set, the snowball fight erupted in a cascade of laughter and gleeful shouts. Johnnyand Simon strategically defended their fort against the onslaught of snowballs, their playful laughters peppering the air with banter and joy.

As the laughter subsided and the sun began to dip below the horizon, the family retreated to the warmth of the cottage, cheeks rosy and hearts full. The scent of hot cocoa and freshly baked cookies greeted them, and a cozy fire crackled in the hearth. In that cozy moment, surrounded by the warmth of love and the echoes of shared laughter, Simon felt a deep sense of belonging.

As the day turned into night, the family gathered around a grand feast, sharing stories and raising toasts to love and laughter. Johnny’s parents regaled everyone with tales of Christmas traditions, and Morag, ever the storyteller, kept the room alive with her infectious energy.

Later in the evening, as the festivities began to wind down, Johnny and Simon found themselves drawn to the quiet comfort of the living room. The glow of the Christmas tree bathed the room in soft light as they settled on the couch, wrapped in each other's warmth.

Johnny traced patterns on Simon’s hand, their fingers entwined. "Ye know, this has been the best Christmas I've had in a long time."

Simon smiled, his eyes reflecting the fire's flickering light. "Yes, mine too. I never thought Christmas could be so... magical."

Johnny leaned in, capturing Simon’s lips in a tender kiss. The room fell into a quiet, intimate hush as they savored the moment, the love between them deepening with each passing second.

And as the Scottish highlands embraced the tranquil beauty of a snowy Christmas night, Johnny and Simon found solace in the simple, profound magic of love, their hearts warmed by the embrace of family and the promise of many more shared moments in the years to come.

#simon ghost riley #call of duty fanfic #cod fanfic #john soap mactavish #soapghost #soap cod #soap mw2 #ghost #ghost cod #fanfic #cod mwii

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cozy-cinnamon-roll · 2 months

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Intro Post!

Hi friends! Lovely to meet you! 💕

This is my fandom/ticklefic blog, where (as stated in the description) I fangirl over my comfort characters. Said fangirling may include:

thoughts,

headcanons,

semi-coherent ravings,

and the occasional fanfic.

My current hyperfixation is Hazbin Hotel, particularly Alastor. (Other characters you may see pop up here from time to time are listed further down.)

Below is a bit about me, as well as House Rules & my fandom list.

House Rules 🏡

This is a SFW blog. if I post anything that makes you uncomfy, PLEASE tell me and I will remove it immediately.

This is a trauma-safe space. If there are any trigger-warning tags I can use to put you at ease here, please let me know! I am more than happy to add them. No trigger is too obscure!

I write for fun. This is an escape for me. It's also an extremely important coping strategy for when life gets overwhelming. Please leave your hate, unsolicited critique, & creepy DMs at the door.

This is not my main blog! I follow/like from @ticklace 💕

Less a rule, more a disclaimer: I find DMs rather draining to keep up with, beyond very short exchanges or targeted discussions on a specific topic. I am still 100% open to DMs! But be advised I'm much quicker to respond via asks, reblogs, & comments.

About Cozy! ☕

26 (she/they) from USA

asexual biromantic

into tickling (consensual & sfw ONLY!)

99% Ler, as far as this blog is concerned. I have my lee flashes irl, but for whatever reason it doesn't carry into my fandoms much.

My brain is alphabet soup: ADHD, PTSD, OCD, SPD. (But my friends just call me "neurodivergent" 😅)

In love with all things cozy and comforting ❤️ in my spare time I draw, knit, craft, and drink copious amounts of green tea & cocoa ☺️

My Blorbos 💘

Alastor (Hazbin Hotel)

Rosie (Hazbin Hotel)

Angel Dust (Hazbin Hotel)

Just about all the characters from Good Omens

Varian (Rapunzel's Tangled Adventure)

Shen (Kung Fu Panda 2)

Pitch (Rise of the Guardians)

Penelope Garcia (Criminal Minds)

LOTS more than this... will continue to update periodically 😁

red means I'm willing to write ticklefics for them

orange means I'm willing to write ticklefics under certain conditions

blue means I'm NOT willing to write ticklefics for them

Triggers - Kindly Avoid ❤️

blood and gore (except for mild cartoon violence)

ANYTHING nonconsensual

tickling with the intent to humiliate or hurt

I'm also not crazy about female characters being lees. There's no deeper meaning to that, just a personal trauma that makes it uncomfortable for me to read. Some of the fics I reblog have short instances of female characters being tickled (which I'll tag), but none of the fics I write will.

#sfw tickling community #sfw tickle community #sfw tk blog #sfw tickle blog #sfw tk community #sfw twords #tword community #tword content #tickle content #tickle fluff #hazbin hotel tickle #hazbin hotel tickles

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tamarackbaumann · 1 year

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Descriptions under cut! (also sorry about the head being cut off, click for full pic)

Fatima Ali:

Step 1: Local Adventurer Fatima Ali is pretty excitable and adores having any sort of adventure. Be it one filled with mysteries or one where she just runs around with her friends. She's never minded moving houses, after all, each place is like a new adventure to her.

While Fatima might b obviously excited by everything, she couldn't care less about making proper friendships. New neighbours? That's cool and all, but have you seen how the light enters the forest or how the sunsets at the cul-de-sac look awesome?

Mai Hong Lee:

Mai Hong is anxiety incarnate; they worry over everything and anything. They just want to make a good first impression bc they’ve never had close friends, but more often than not they overthink on what to say and end up missing their chance or talk themselves out of things. Tamarack and Qiu’s insistent and unwavering personalities absolutely obliterate this wall tho.

I made Mai spring themed to emphasize how out of place they are in the autumn setting of Golden Grove. In Vietnamese, “Mai” is means “plum blossom” (to reference the plum color hair they share with their mom) and “Hồng” means “pink/rosy” (to reference their eyes and plum blossoms).

Since Mai is Vietnamese, they call their mom “Mẹ” (pronounced “meh”).

When Mai first met Qiu, they thought they were going to get arrested for trespassing on his backyard. And when they first met Tamarack, they screamed so loudly when she popped out of the leaf pile that Qiu also yelled (mostly bc he was surprised how loud they could scream).

Mai tends to be a literal thinker and quite reasonable for her age. It tends to make her a bit of a wet blanket though (another reason she’s never been popular), so she keeps quiet about how she feels. But she’s also very observant and considerate with a good memory, so she does very well in schoolwork.

On school their first day of new school, when Mrs. Murray called them for roll call, they froze up trying to decide how they should say hello. When Qiu and Tamarack both very publicly spoke up for them, they were frozen again from mortification and embarrassment, but also from being so moved they’d defend her like that.

To help calm her anxiety, Mai’s mom has taught her to describe the things around her in deep detail. Bc of this they’re really good at describing and explaining things to people.

Mai likes to draw, it’s very meditative for them! When they grow up, they would probably become a scientific illustrator, mostly drawing plants.

Mai’s bandaid on their nose from from an incident from her last school! There was a girl who would go out of her way to hang out with Mai, but also talk down to her and make Mai do everything for her. She was like Mai’s personal bully, but also her only friend so they never spoke up or retaliated against her. On Mai’s last day at school, the girl had sneaked a pair of adult scissors from the teacher’s desk to use for a craft the class was doing. The girl and another student got into a fight about her using the scissors, and the girl yanked away the scissors to keep the other student from taking them. Mai, who was standing quietly behind the girl trying to decide what to do, was slashed across the nose on accident. It was a small but deep cut, and Mai started bleeding very quickly. Both of their parents were called down, and Mai thought about how she should probably feel good now that this girl has gotten in big trouble for hurting them. But when the girl’s mother arrived, Mai saw her mom fly into a rage and yell and berate her heavily, and they just couldn’t feel anything but sad for her. The girl said sorry to her and Mai said it was okay, and that was the last time she ever saw or talked to her.

#our life now and forever #our life now & forever #ol:nf #our life: now & forever #ol2 mc fights #ol2

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pettyeti · 7 months

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vrai lore (kinda).

unscripted. this is mostly a joke, but there are some serious bits.

i will preface this by saying he changes a lot after meeting Etienne, so take this as Before Eti Era (B.E.E)

real lore page coming soon. for now take this shitpost.

Name: Asmodeus. Real name is Vrai. Do not call him by his real name otherwise he will k*ll you. Vrai does not remember his last name.

Age: OLD. Too old tbh (935 years old). Don't call him old otherwise he will k*ll you. He was 37 when he became a voidsent.

I don't know when the Flood of Darkness happened. I bend canon and say that it occured 1000~ years before canon.

Gender: Cisgender man.

Sexuality: GAY.

Personality: Very charming and suave. Will call you "my dear" and "my girl" like Howl (you know what scene I am referring to.) Makes you feel like you're the most important person in the room.

Unfortunately, this is just a front. Vrai holds no love for mortals and throws people away when they stop being interesting to him. Vrai is very selfish. Vrai does not care about you. Vrai wants you to suffer because it is interesting to him. He will just be very polite while he watches you die.

Secretly, Vrai longs for the bygone days before he became a voidsent. He misses the sun on his face. He misses the love he once felt. He misses adventuring. He looks at the heroes of other worlds who have not lost their souls to the darkness with extreme intrigue and extreme jealousy.

Vibe: The vibes that emanate from this dude are MAD rancid.

Smell: Oh he smells so good. Like a moonlit path in the forest. Like old books in a well loved library. He also has a bit of a rosy scent when you get close.

Wisdom: 100000/10. Extremely smart. He is a walking encyclopedia. Knows a bit about everything, but has special interests in astronomy, aetherology, and biology.

Job?: This binch unemployed!!

Um? Where does he live??: He has a giant castle on the Thirteenth. It's located on the northern continent so it's cold as fuck! Vrai sits on a throne usually because he is melodramatic. Much like Zero's place, Vrai's castle serves as a domain for weaker voidsent who have pledged their loyalty to him. In return for keeping his castle pretty, Vrai protects them.... kinda.

What does he do all day?: Vrai lounges in his castle and watches people on the Source using a magic mirror he crafted himself. Vrai's been watching heroes and other interesting people for centuries, occasionally going to the Source himself to spook people. When he's bored, he'll spark conflicts. Think Eris and the Trojan War.

Likes: Reading. CHAOS. Collecting books, rare crystals, and other expensive junk. Intelligent people. Wine (hates all other alcohols.) Fighting. Learning about new topics.

Dislikes: Liars. Being outsmarted. Cockroaches. Weak willed people. Being reminded that he was once mortal.

Parents: Vrai had two moms. One was a witch who had a keen interest in herbs and horticulture. The other was a shepherd who liked her solitude and lived in the mountains. They did not survive the Flood. Vrai loved them very much and had a good childhood <3

Combat: Expert caster. Uses a scythe to channel devastating black magic. The scythe isn't just for show either.

What about G*lbez?: Vrai doesn't fuck with Golbez and Golbez doesn't fuck with Vrai. It's an uneasy cold war situation going on between them because Vrai don't care Golbez's plan. He's here for a good time.

Golbez doesn't fuck with him because it would be a waste of time and resources. Golbez is stronger than Vrai and would win in a fight if it came down to it, but it wouldn't be worth it because Vrai would destroy everything Golbez has worked for before kicking the bucket. Still, Vrai let's Golbez do his thing because uhhh. He don't give a fuck. Just leave him alone and let him play with his heroes and they'll be Gucci.

#lore.txt #vrai.

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snoopyblankie · 2 months

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Plushie and playground for the agere asks? :> - Rosie

Hi hi ^w^ !! Thank you much !! (From Agere Ask Game!!)

Plushie: what are your favorite little activities?

-> ! I loveeeee coloring and doing crafts and naps and baths ! When it’s warm outside I like going to the park or drawing outside or things like that, and when it’s cold I like to watch movies and be more cozy ^w^ if I’m feeling kinda Bad I like to cuddle my stuffed animals or try and read some of my books or come up with stories !

Playground: favorite little shows/movies/games/books

-> Ohhhh hm hm hm okay these can change depending on how old I’m Feeling, but USUALLY…

Shows: Blue’s Clues, Oswald, Max and Ruby, The Big Comfy Couch, Over the Garden Wall, really any 90/2000s shows, Bluey, and if I’m feeling older thennn SpongeBob, early seasons Adventure Time, Courage the Cowardly Dog, Invader Zim

Movies: Edward Scissorhands, Scary Godmother Halloween Spooktacular, Matilda, Halloweentown, old My Little Pony movies, some Care Bears movies, things like that ! I do still like some of the same movies I do when I’m big, but I gotta be in the mood for em !

Games: I dunno ! I don’t play a lotta games other than pretend and I still have a hard time doin that sometimes :c I like board games and puzzles though !

Books: Ohhh lotsa board books or classic books (think Biscuit or The Very Hungry Caterpillar or Stellaluna,) I love touch-and-feel books, or books like my Blue’s Clues Love Day book ! I also like National Geographic books (the ones where the books are labeled 1-5 based on reader level) cuz I liked nonfiction a lot as a kid and read above my age/grade level a lot !

Thank u for askin !!!

do not interact if your blog contains ANY nsfw / you treat agere as nsfw ! this user does NOT consent to this ! this is a SFW, coping mechanism based blog, NOT k!nk >:(

#lil pup answers !#agere ask game #agere #age regression #age regressor #agere blog #age regression blog

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the-grove · 2 years

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Meeting the Grove!

Alright so here is your guide to the Grove!

Rosie(she/her or fae/faer)- Rosie is the closest thing we have to our original host. She is a non binary trans girl who associated her gender with the fae. She likes to consider herself a sort of fey spirit often in the image of a Pixie or a Gnome. Fae likes to write and read poetry.

Mima Melonbun(she/her) originally a pathfinder character, when she retired from the game. We found her still with us in our headspace. She is demisexual. She is a halfling baker and cleric. She likes to come out and help out when other members of the system are cooking.

Fae-fae-(she/her or fae/faer) she has a younger mental age then the rest of us. She likes Pokemon, Blue Clues, Kirby, Blu. She loves her stuffed animal Bertha(who is a giant sloth and she enjoys talking too). She likes sweets and to help with chores.

Tumblr: @sweet-fae-dreams (For Rosie, Mima, and Fae-fae)

Florina Sanchez( fae/faer, or she/her)- Florian was previously known as Eliwood, but has recently decided to change her name and pronouns, Fae is still the same person though, loving to show off and attention seeking. Very social. She is a bit more demure now but that might just be because fae is going through quite a bit. Enjoys socializing, warm baths, wine, and finger food.

Tumblr: @florina-fae

Roxanne Loveta Brown (Roxy for short) ( she/her or he/him)- roxy is a werewolf/wolf spirit. She considers herself bigender. He enjoys hiking, longwalks, and paintings of landscapes and especially winter landscapes. She is very loyal and dedicated. Alpha was her name when she thought she was exclusively male. She still goes by Alpha but also Roxanne or Roxy. Suffers from both gender and species dysphoria.

Tiphanie Dupont(She/her)- I am a fictive that was previously a pathfinder character. I am rather rambunctious. I like antiques and artifacts and cool stuff like that. And also #1 Tinkaton stan.

tumblr: @roxyscave (For Roxy and Tiphanie)

Powder(she/her or it/its)- an introspect of the character Jinx from Arcane/LoL. She has gone down a different path then the character that has inspired her and has started down a path of recovery. She has a Monkey fursona. She is a cuddlebug. Likes graffiti, punk music, hip hop music. Please don't ask her or us about league of legends, we do not play. You can ask us about Arcane but don't expect us to be the same. Turns out I am also a fictive of Marceline from Adventure time. (Hecate and I are connected somehow)

Hecate(she/her)- Hecate Is not likely to front but is more likely to co-front with a different headmate. She is goth. She likes witch-craft, vampirism, greek mythology. I am a goddess an intend to treated as such. I love my partners very much.

Tumblr: @misfit-toy (For Powder and Hecate)

Princess( nom/noms, he/him, she/her, it/its or your majesty)- she has intense species dysphoria in our body. Nom believes it is too big and she doesn't enjoy human hair. I am a kobold princess or even a draconic heir. She likes to remind the rest of the system to take time for our body to recover and to do things for ourselves, be it treats or a nice long bath, fancy food, and relaxing. Is NSFW, especially a lot of Vore.

tumblr: @kobold-royalty

Abayomi( It/it’s or whatever you perceive)- My name is Abayomi, I am a familiar happy to serve and perform tasks. I enjoy tea, books, and cleaning. It is a pleasure to meet you. I consider my primary gender identities to be Maid and Object.

tumblr: @clayvessel

Westley + Willow(he/him and she/her pronouns, Alternatively They.them)- These two are actually a sub-system. Consisting of Willow the Skeleton girl, and Westley the Ghost boy that possesses her. They get along well enough. I like milkshakes and egg creams, poodle skirts, the color pink, gloomy things, I like strawberries. I like to stim by ripping stuff up. I love birds(peacocks are my fave). I love chocolate covered cherries.

tumblr: @harpyboytits

Crona( it/its or she/her) - Still figuring myself out, but I am fictive of Crona from Soul-Eater. I don't like to be perceived by strangers in person. it scares me. I like swords. I like mice and bunny as well. I also am a subsystem, consisting of myself and Ragnarok. I also am a big fan of FMA, Madoka Magika, and Hunter x Hunter.

tumblr: @rose-thorn-storm

Rio Rainbow(He/him or they/them)- Nice to meet ya! Fat Fishboy. lets chill and enjoy the waves and some food yeah? (Rio hasn't been too active as of late)

tumblr: @river-rainbow

Nebula(Nebby for short) -(she/her or they/them) I'm an alien from outer space! And that makes me the coolest!! Ignore the fact that my UFO crashlanded and Idk how to fix it. I'll figure it out eventually. I post a lot of Macro Furry stuff.

tumblr: @junker-ufo

15/Quince (Any/All Pronouns. use whatever works) I am new. I am a robot. I like bubbles. I do not know how i'll active I be. Still getting used to stuff. I am very small.

tumblr: @babybattlebot

Reyna- (SHE/HER nothing else) Fictive of Ranko/that girl/Ranma/episode 49 Ranma, from Ranma 1/2. Don't know if i'll make a blog or do something else. Still figuring things out but i'm happy to be here. i'm uh not the martial artist type. I like being cute, and dressing up and being pretty and taken care of myself. I like cooking and um being a housewife.

Reynya-(she/her, it/its or purr/purrs) Hi I'm the cat, I'm a part of Reyna, she has her own mini sub-system that consists of her, myself and Rain. i'm mischievous. A bit of a Brat. *Don't touch my human ears.*

Rain(She/her or he/him)- Still figuring myself out. A bit of a protector I guess. Genders a mess, and i'm still trying to figure it all out. Member of Reynas subsystem. We're all Ranma I guess. Master of Anything Goes Style Martial Arts. Bisexual and Bigender.

tumblr: @reynasdojo

Dick Grayson-(he/him or they/them. can playfully use she/her) Fictive of Dick Grayson from DC comics. isn't too active but certainly exists. Does not have a tumblr.

Marcille Donato (She/her) - fail-girl half elf. Fictive from Dungeon Meshi. She just got here and has a lot of strong opinions. Doesn't have a blog yet. Don't let her lie to you, she likes all the depraved things you think about elves. I AM CALLING HER OUT. (does not have a tumblr yet)

tumblr: @forbidden-elfstrogen-magic Sue (She/her or it/its)- I'm a supercute objectkin girl whose also still a boy sometimes for funsies. Fictive of Tsubasa from Ranma 1/2. Still figuring myself out. Dogs Scare me. tumblr: @himedashi-trashcan

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sinners-go-to-drink-the-wine · 2 years

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Thinking about the types of blankets the boys use? I see Jake having a go-to quilt or quilted blanket for an outdoor bonfire to snuggle up under. I love the feather lined or downy blankets and I feel like Josh would too, just like he would like wrapping himself and his s/o into on a warm sunny day. I feel like Danny would like those super soft cashmere or cotton or whatever fabric they are but just having a bunch of those piled on top of him. Soft + warm combo for the win. I feel like Sam would be a weighted blanket type person? I've seen pictures of him cuddled with Rosie and I feel like he'd like the weight and comfort of being held.

I looove this kinda stuff! Yes.

Jake is definitely the type to keep a well loved quilt. Its been with you on all your camping and roadtripping adventures and it always smells a little like woodsmoke and mountain air, and him. And when he's on tour you cuddle up with it sometimes when you're thinking of him. (I could write a whole fic about this one apparently )

Josh is pure homey comfort, perfect for a down comforter. And he'd love laying out on it in the sun with you. And when he catches you pausing to stare at his lips he'd pull it over you both as he rolled over to pepper you with kisses as you're giggling. (seriously these have short series potential...)

and Danny! I think you're describing a microfiber/plush blanket? He'd have them stacked. And when he's heard you had a rough day you'd come home to well-crafted pillow fort made of them and some expertly placed couch cushions. And there would be enough for you both to curl up in to watch a movie.

Sammy definitely likes being piled on. He'd drag you away from whatever you're doing when he's tired and needs some attention. You'd wrap him his weighted blanket and call your dog up on the bed so you're both snuggled up to him. He needs his favorite girls.(or gender neutral partner.)

#soft thoughts #asked #let me know if you want an anon name #letters from the author #gvf imagine #gvf headcanon #greta van fleet #gvf #gvf as

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fstbmp-a · 1 year

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Assorted Black Knight (I can't abbreviate it or you heathens want fast food) verse thoughts

Merlina replaced with Morgaine, grandaughter of Morgan le Fay. Decided to bring Scourge because her spell was meant to bring a villain she could use to defeat King Arthur (who she had been manipulating until he went somewhat berserk and out of her control). Told Scourge the plan (minus that she was going to manipulate HIM once he became king) and naturally he was for it.

Was told about Caliburn and went "cool lets get 'im" despite Morgaine's insistence that Scourge couldn't draw it. Was fucking stunned when he did so regardless. Caliburn was also stunned when Scourge opened his fucking mouth. They don't get along well, shocker.

Takes on a more "party rpg" vibe, where defeated Knights join Scourge on the adventure to stop King Arthur, for their own varied reasons.

Speaking of, current Knight line up (still thinking of which Roundtable Knights to make them): Rosy, Buns, and Alicia. Granted, considering having more than just the three Knights as this world's notably expanded than the default Black Knight given the change of genre and... it also being a story and-- you get it.

Fiona takes the expy role of Viviane/Lady of the Lake. Scourge shoots down her trials immediately, because in his words "If I'm doin' that crap for ulterior motives, all of it's moot anyways". Which.. is true, frankly, and it probably takes everyone there by surprise. Just kind of walks off because there's no point in it in that case.

Which is fine, given in the process of him befriending Knights to his party he unwittingly does said tasks anyways (showing kindness, genorosity, etc.) so... pog.

Very much centered on personal growth, as Scourge has to deal with a lot of his own character flaws given he's working with a team and also, for once, technically for a noble goal (even if it initially starts for the wrong reasons).

I'd have more thoughts but it's still being crafted in the mind soup... but yes I'm now too invested in this idea send help.

#My Kingdom ;; OOC #The Power In You ;; Scourge (BK Verse)#listen... him having to work together with people and bond... would do loads for him...#we've (lila mint and i) been talking about it since last night and hough... [shakes them shakes them shakes them]#i do little jazz hands and then disappear again

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Too Good To Be True

(Thank you to @goddessoftechnology for this lovely AU concept! We've been sandboxing and I really wanted a nice way to introduce the AU proper)

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Being king was a lot more than what he saw on the surface, watching King Edward's silent rule. It was a lot more than just sitting there and being the yes-no man for an entire kingdom. It was having to adjust to an entirely new lifestyle, one he wasn't born into, one he just earned instead of inherited.

Maybe he wasn't cut out for the job.

After lessons, Graham liked to take a stroll to walk off the feelings of inadequacy. After the incident, though, he didn't walk as much outside anymore. He took to touring the castle, which was just as vast and unexplored as any other part of the kingdom.

He found himself in a storage room, one of many, covered floor to ceiling in boxes and bookshelves. He covered his nose with his cowl to avoid breathing in the dust that blanketed the place.

He humored himself, pondering if there was any book in here that could tell him how to actually do his job without fumbling like the mess he was. One book he picked up off the shelves sent a soot cloud billowing his way, he had to fan it away using the cover. The book was full of unrelated junk, anyways. He rummaged through the boxes, trying to find something that piqued his interest. Usually he was good at finding a use for seemingly useless objects - then again, he didn't do much adventuring anymore.

Amidst dust and darkness, a glimmer of silver caught his eye. He dug through scraps of uncleaned furniture until he found it - a necklace. Attached to it was a pendant, a dull slate blue gemstone, lined with metal cut to a point. He ran his finger on the side of the silver, amazed by how finely crafted it was, until he pricked his finger against the tip.

Graham dropped the necklace back in the box, cushioning the fall. His finger bled, dripping onto the gem and probably staining it. He turned to run and get a bandage, before anybody caught him messing around in the storage room, when he heard a faint calling.

"Thank you for accessing the Library of Avaria. Our knowledge is-"

Graham yelped. Where was that coming from? If it was an intruder, he couldn't report one in this part of the castle, nobody came back here. His eyes started around the room for the source of the voice.

"You are stressed. Your stress comes from emotional strain and unease from an adverse situation. We offer many solutions such as breathing exercises, would you like to try one now?"

Graham noticed a new rosy glint coming from the necklace. He picked up the now stark cobalt blue amulet.

He tapped at the gem, addressing the pendant, despite how ridiculous it seemed, "Um, hello? Are you talking to me?"

"You are currently accessing the trial run session of the Library of Avaria. For full access to the library, please place the chain around your neck. For any questions, simply ask."

"Oh, hm…" There was too much to ask, he didn't know where to begin. "...Well, what exactly do you do?"

"Our library's extensive knowledge has helped many become their best selves. Many have used the amulet to become scholars or doctors, all the top in their field." The amulet paused, possibly thinking, if magic necklaces had the capacity to think. "We sense you are struggling with adjusting to a new life as well as imposter syndrome. The library allows you to speed up and skip these processes altogether."

That sounds… like exactly what he needs right now.

"That's great, though I'm not exactly sure how you can help me with all that."

"For full access to the library, please place the chain around your neck."

It's a little too good to be true…

"Are there any downsides to this?

"Trial run expiring, For full access to the library, please place the chain around your neck."

"I'm just-"

"Please place the chain around your neck."

Graham unclipped the chain and hastily put on the necklace. He exhaled. The amulet glowed with satisfaction.

"Thank you for using the Amulet of Avarice. Please settle as we begin the transfer."

#kings quest #fanfic #amulet of avarice au #- hey!! I said I wanted to do fic so i did fic!#tw blood

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Sonic Ring Bond - Episode of Amnesia Island III 01

The following is a work of fan fiction by Joshua D. Tarwater and is in no way affiliated with or endorsed by SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS.* *SEGA SAMMY HOLDINGS retains full rights over the Sonic the Hedgehog™ intellectual property and can terminate or take control of this work at any time.

~EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 01~

★The Rings will always remember…

Some time ago, there was an island somewhere at sea as all islands were. On this island though there lived only one person. An old hen woman covered in brown feathers and frequently dressed in shirt, skirt, and apron to work in her garden, a red scarf atop her head. She was not particularly lively, and barely made do living in a house long abandoned within a grassy knoll. Dusty, old, overgrown with plant and fungi life, it had seen better days when she first moved in. When that was, she hardly remembered as she would spend hours watching the sky where she would learn what she would only know was called the Sky Ring later loomed, a curious two-fifth fragment of a Ring of impossible size in the sky through which a matching golden hued cogwheel turned through.

The reason the old hen did not really remember was not due to senility. Though she perhaps had as such developing in her early days on the island, the truth was that when she first awoke on the island’s shores, she herself had no memory of herself or anything beyond the island. It made life difficulty early on as she was forced to try and survive when she was hardly young and spry anymore or even sure of why she should. But she managed all the same, even crafting simple fish traps that she would lay in streams or toss out to sea on those days she could make it to the beach.

It was on the beach though that her life would change as one day she was no longer alone.

On a rare day when she felt good enough to make it all the way to the beach, and the mysterious speck of Darkness encircled by the Sky Ring was particularly active with discharges of electricity, she found a girl washed ashore. A hedgehog girl pink of color and absent of everything and anything to identify her. Only a small teardrop shaped creature golden in color with a small golden loop above it, large eyes, and held aloft on dragonfly like wings seemed to know anything. The creature was a fairy, specifically a Ring Fairy, and unlike other fairies, like the golden loops that spun in the air on their axes all over, the fairy could not be seen by all.

The old hen was one such person who could not see the Rings, despite the fact that the whole world was made up of them, their influence affecting everything from landforms, sudden changes in geography and climate, and even objects inexplicably floating in the air or oddities like bumper springs and spikes appearing everywhere for no real reason. As such, Nana had to carry the naked and disheveled hedgehog girl home ignorant to who she was and why she had arrived or from where. But when the girl finally awoke it was a treat for the old hen.

It was only through her own sensations of right and wrong that the old hen knew that typically most women wore clothes, so seeing the hedgehog girl carelessly running to and fro without bothered her at first. With no name to call the troublesome girl she took to calling her a rascal. The girl though took lovingly to the old hen and called her Nana, bringing her gifts of books and clothes she found all over the island on her daily adventures. The clothes she would wear for herself were frequently left in tatters after a day of adventuring though, and Nana was at her wits end as the girl would cheerfully smile and not let it bother her. As such, Nana took to calling the rascally girl Rosy for her color and ever cheerful and playful disposition. A thing that gave her a new spark in her life as well.

As Nana and Rosy bonded, and Rosy would find more and more useful things, their lives grew that much better and livelier. Nana found a spring returned to her step and was grateful for the antics and well-meaning pranks of the hedgehog girl she had begun to care for as a daughter. Not believing that the fairy that Rosy called Mote existed though, Nana did believe that Rosy knew more than she let on and surely had secrets of her own. Her knowledge of the Rings and how to use them was far too complete for an amnesiac. As such she believed that Rosy would one day leave Amnesia Island. As such, she wanted to be remembered and though she hid her melancholy at the prospect, she also gladly helped Rosy make a leotard, a garment that would hopefully not snag as easily on nigh everything as easily as everything else Rosy wore, with the Rings so that just collecting even one would fix it should her adventuring leave it in tatters. Seeing Rosy wear it for the first time was a bittersweet moment for the old hen, but she knew she would never be forgotten as long as Rosy had it.

It was not the sight of Rosy frequently donning her leotard for her daily adventures that told Nana that the girl’s time on Amnesia Island was coming to an end however. There was a day when Rosy returned not alone herself. Slung over her back was a black hedgehog boy whose spines grew short as large white crystals burst forth from them, tiny ones sprouting from his left wrist and both ankles with a massive one from his chest like a spike. It was an unusual sight in itself, but not as much as the boy’s right arm, a thing massive compared to his left made of some form of liquid Darkness that reflected no light at all. The Darkness dripped from it like a slowly leaking faucet and dissipated in the air without ever touching the ground. Except where it touched Rosy, where crystals like those growing from the boy’s body and serving as the fingertips of his right hand would spring up on Rosy wherever the darkness touched her and would start crawling over her. As the crystals crawled across her they took on more and more violent forms, pulling the Darkness behind them coating Rosy in it. She was near half consumed by it when she arrived home with the boy and could barely still walk, but Nana was able to pull the darkness off as though it were like melted cheese allowing it to dissipate. As she could it would mean that it would not be too dangerous to let the boy live with them, even if his arrival signified to Nana that Rosy would be leaving sooner than later.

The boy himself was a curious one, one that Rosy called Tempest due to finding him as a storm was coming in and that Nana simply called the Black Hedgehog. He took both names for himself and became Tempest the Black, an amnesiac like Nana the Hen and Rosy the Rascal. He could also see and interact with Mote the Fairy, proving to Nana at last that the fairy was real. But this did not alleviate Nana’s concerns, and though she would care for Tempest as she did Rosy, it was obvious that the black hedgehog desired to leave and possessed a love for Rosy that was anything but sibling like. It was becoming more and more likely that he would take Rosy from the island they called home, especially as after he had lived with them for some time that trouble came threatened their wellbeing.

An older human in a gray military coat with a bushy mustache and tall hat appeared one day accompanied by a disembodied voice he referred to as Projector. He called himself Page General Pinn Bowlings of the Empire, the Pyrokinetic with Green Eyes, and deemed Tempest an enemy of the Empire. Armed with his pyromancy and strange clockwork machines built around medieval knight’s helms that appeared to be powered by animals, the two would fight again and again. Nana was unaware of it until the day Rosy encountered one of the machines and was brought home by Tempest scorched and barely alive. That night, Tempest spoke of the Empire and his ongoing battle to protect those who called Amnesia Island home with him.

To further protect Rosy, Tempest elected to try and use the Rings to leave a memory of himself in her, so that the Rings might remember his speed, which matched even the most famous hedgehog in world’s, in her as a part of her. But when he attempted to forge what Mote called a Ring Bond, something happened. Rosy claimed to have seen Sonic and remembered her name was Amy Rose, yet Tempest saw something completely different. Something that turned him hostile towards Mote. Something that made the fairy flee into the night and he after her. Nana tried to stop Rosy from following, but as the storm of the night passed and morning came, Rosy had every intention of finding her friends and solving the mystery of what happened.

Sky Ring turning quietly in blue sky Last traces of a storm leaving on morning breeze Dew drops falling from vegetable in garden Grassy knoll holding home of brick and clay Home to any number of overgrowing plants and memories Memories the Rings would always remember

Stepping out onto her front step, Nana watched the swinging of her garden gate that separated the cobbled path that was part of her home from that of many that crisscrossed Amnesia Island since the last time the Rings brought a new set of memories with them to the island and changed everything. It was not the first Ring Shift, as she had been told the event was called, that Nana had seen, but after each one she always wondered if it would be her last. At the least, her instincts told her that she would not see the next one to come to Amnesia Island with Rosy.

“Is this finally the day then,” Nana asked, a melancholic smile coming to the corers of her beak. “You promised to come back with Tempest and even your fairy friend, Rosy, but I can’t help but feel that I won’t see you again. If so, I pray your adventures go well and that you come to no harm you can’t spring back from. Stay clear of that troublesome empire if you can, and don’t ignore or take advantage of Tempest’s love for you.”

Turning around, Nana entered her home and closed her door behind her. On the stone step she had occupied, blades of new grass grew straight from the rock where none had been when she had stepped out to watch Rosy leave.

The fresh grass was blown easily by the wind, a breeze that seemed to carry Nana’s well wishes to Rosy as the pink hedgehog girl well on her way down the cobbled roads that cut under forest canopy stopped in her tracks. As she came to a stop, she looked back past moss and lichen covered tree trunks neighbored by giant mushroom caps that held long abandoned shops and their display windows for goods they surely once carried. While she did, the breeze gently caressed Rosy’s spines and she stood still for a long moment. At last, she closed her eyes and smiled, snapping them back open with a brightness in their blue irides that spoke of her determination and joy.

“Really Nana, I’ll be sure to come back!”

Her promise shouted for the wind to carry back if it should, Rosy turned and continued running along cobbled roads, letting the Rings she encountered be absorbed into her body at touch with a sparkling of golden motes of light. She was going to need them and the protection they offered soon enough, and she knew it. In addition to the machines of the Empire, Amnesia Island was home to giant, automobile sized crabs that hardly liked her either. But the cheerful girl was more worried for Tempest and Mote than she was herself and hurried along excitedly looking forward to catching up with them.

Though Rosy’s adventures on Amnesia Island were nothing new, even possessing a sense of danger, none she had before were like the one she embarked on now. Her whole life was soon to change, and the world would open itself up to her. But even as she relied on cartomancy and any other number of fortunetelling techniques, even using them to dowse the location of her friends, she was ignorant of the future she was soon to face. The life she cherished was coming to an end.★

EPISODE OF AMNESIA ISLAND III 01 - END

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#sonic the hedgehog #sonic au #sonic ring bond #sonic fan fiction #amy rose #au amy #ring bond amy #rosy the rascal #sonic ocs #nana the hen #tempest the black #mote the fairy #page general pinn bowlings #brilliant the projector

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Woah, I hope you have fun working on whatever you're making!! :0 I'd love to learn how to sew too, it's such a useful skill! I know how to crochet but I just wing (hehe) the sewing, I have a bag that I need to finish the strap for then it's done. I love doing paper crafts, like origami butterflies and paper spiderwebs! Umm does drawing count as a craft? Because I love that too, especially drawing things for other people! - rosie ( ps, do you have any favorite animals?)

my what an artist you are! that’s wonderful dear you’re so talented! oragami is a such a beautiful skill! i would love to see your creations! (if you’re comfortable!)~drawing is most definitely a craft, and one that your charming prinx is quite fond of, though i’m more of a doodle and scribbler myself there are many castle creatives who are quite brilliant at it! i hope you continue to find joy in your crafts and activities and look forward to crafting together in the future!!

when it comes to animals the entire animal kingdom has my heart, but bears definitely take the top spot (your buba has a collection of bear stuffies ze hold very dear)~ i think they’re silly and very “friend shaped” i also adore cats, their adventurous attitude is super inspiring!

what about you dear one? are there any animals (plushie form or otherwise) that bring your heart joy like bears and cats bring mine? if you could talk with any animals.. or rather bring them along for a royal outing which would you bring?

thank you for the ask and for sharing your talents with me sweetheart!

#atala answers #bears #rilakkuma my beloved #plushies #stuffies #agere caregiver #sfw agere #royal caregiver #age regression caregiver #agere asks #asks open

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fashionacess-blog · 22 days

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Exploring the World of Rose Gold Engagement Rings: A Journey Through Romance and Modernity

engagement rings have traditionally been crafted from yellow gold or platinum. Yet, a captivating newcomer has stolen the hearts of modern couples: rose gold. This enchanting metal, with its soft blush hue and undeniable charm, offers a world brimming with possibilities for those seeking a unique and meaningful symbol of love.

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Modern Love, Reflected in Rose Gold

Modern couples are breaking free from convention and embracing individuality. Rose gold engagement rings perfectly reflect this modern approach to love. They represent a departure from the expected, a willingness to express love in a way that is unique and reflects the personality of the wearer.

Rose gold isn't just about aesthetics; it's a statement about the values a couple holds dear. It embodies a love that is warm, romantic, and celebrates individuality.

Built to Last: Durability and Care for Your Rose Gold Ring

While the rosy hue might evoke a sense of delicacy, rose gold is a surprisingly durable metal. Created by alloying gold with copper and sometimes silver, rose gold retains the strength and longevity of gold while offering a unique color.

However, like any other precious metal, proper care is essential. To maintain the beautiful blush of your rose gold engagement ring, avoid harsh chemicals, clean it regularly with a mild soap solution, and store it in a soft pouch to prevent scratches.

Navigating the World of Rose Gold Rings: Finding Your Perfect Match

With an abundance of options available, choosing the perfect rose gold engagement ring can be an exciting journey. Here are some key factors to consider:

The Gemstone: Diamonds remain a classic choice, but consider colored gemstones like sapphires, morganites, or emeralds to personalize your ring and reflect your partner's birthstone or favorite color.

The Setting: The setting style can dramatically impact the overall look. Halo settings enhance the brilliance of the center stone, while solitaire settings showcase the beauty of the rose gold itself. Bezel settings offer a more modern and secure option, especially for active lifestyles.

The Ring Style: From classic solitaires to vintage-inspired halos and modern geometric designs, the possibilities are endless. Choose a style that reflects your partner's taste and personality. Consider their daily activities and preferred style when making this decision.

A World of Inspiration: Exploring Design Options

The world of rose gold engagement rings offers a plethora of design options to suit any taste. Here's a glimpse into some popular styles:

Classic Elegance: The timeless solitaire setting with a dazzling diamond remains a popular choice when paired with rose gold, offering a sophisticated and elegant look.

Vintage Romance: For those with a love for vintage aesthetics, rose gold pairs beautifully with intricate milgrain details and halo settings reminiscent of bygone eras.

Modern Minimalism: Clean lines and geometric shapes combined with rose gold create a sleek and modern look, perfect for the minimalist bride-to-be.

Bohemian Charm: Delicate nature-inspired motifs and organic shapes paired with rose gold create a unique and whimsical ring, ideal for free-spirited couples.

Embrace the Blush: A Symbol of Everlasting Love

Rose gold engagement rings are more than just a beautiful choice. They represent a love that is warm, romantic, and celebrates individuality. With its timeless appeal, versatility, and durability, a rose gold

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As the last week of February unfolds its final days, I find myself eagerly anticipating the upcoming season of joy and camaraderie, a time when friendship blossoms, disco beats fill the air, and laughter becomes the soundtrack of our nights out. It's a season I fondly refer to as the "having fun season," and it's right around the corner. With its imminent arrival, I'm excited as I embark on a new artistic endeavour: capturing the essence of four beloved friends who are an integral part of this upcoming season.

Among my subjects for my art are Arlon and Liliana, two individuals who have brought boundless joy and warmth into my life. But now, it's time to shine the spotlight on four other remarkable individuals who complete their circle of friendship: Penny Petalwind, Evelyn Twinkletwirl, Sandra Sprinklebean, and Ella Jinglehug. These vibrant personalities each bring their unique flair to their group, and I'm thrilled to immortalise them in my artwork as I prepare to embrace the adventures of the having-fun season.

Drawing inspiration from my favourite cartoons, such as "Lego Friends," "Dora and Friends," "My Little Pony," and "Winx Club," I've always been drawn to the dynamic dynamics of close-knit friend groups. While most of these fictional circles are predominantly comprised of girls, a few include at least one boy, mirroring the diverse makeup of our troupe. In this group, Arlon stands as the sole male member, surrounded by the delightful company of five extraordinary girls, forging bonds that transcend gender stereotypes and celebrate the beauty of friendship.

As I set out to capture the essence of Penny, Evelyn, Sandra, and Ella in my artwork, I'm struck by the significance of their individuality within our group dynamic. Each portrait begins with a bare-chested headshot, a timeless tradition that allows me to showcase their unique personalities and distinctive features. I carefully study the way their eyes sparkle with determination and their smiles radiate warmth, seeking to capture these qualities in my drawings. Building upon the foundation laid by Liliana's portrait, which I completed with care last month, I set to work on the first two portraits: Penny and Evelyn.

With delicate strokes of my pencil, I meticulously craft each detail, ensuring that every line and curve reflects the essence of the girls I hold dear. While the base remains reminiscent of Liliana's portrait, subtle alterations in eye shapes serve to highlight the inherent sisterhood shared by these remarkable individuals. Despite their differing surnames, their shared skin complexion and lip colours symbolise the unbreakable bond that unites them as friends. The process of capturing their essence on paper is a true labour of love, and I am eager to see the final result once all three portraits are complete.

As I start the process of bringing Penny and Evelyn to life on paper, I find myself reflecting on the unique qualities that make each of these girls special. Penny Petalwind, with her long, flowing hair and eyes that sparkle like diamonds, exudes an air of grace and elegance. Her delicate features are framed by a warm smile that seems to light up the room. Evelyn Twinkletwirl, on the other hand, has a mischievous twinkle in her eye that speaks of a playful spirit and a love for adventure. Her shorter, wavy locks and rosy cheeks give her a youthful and vibrant appearance that is sure to capture the hearts of those who gaze upon her portrait.

As I carefully sketch the details of their faces, I can't help but feel a sense of anticipation building within me. These girls, who have only existed in my imagination up until now, are slowly coming to life under my pen. I imagine the laughter and camaraderie that will fill the pages of my upcoming artwork, and I can't help but smile at the thought of the memories we will create together. The way their eyes sparkle with mischief and their smiles radiate warmth, it's as if they are already whispering secrets to each other in my mind. I can't wait to see how their personalities develop as I continue to bring them to life on paper.

Moving on to the second day of my drawing project, I turn my attention to Sandra Sprinklebean and Ella Jinglehug. Sandra, with her freckled cheeks and bright green eyes, radiates an air of kindness and compassion that is truly inspiring. Her long, flowing hair is reminiscent of a field of wildflowers, and her gentle smile is like a ray of sunshine on a cloudy day. On the other hand, Ella has an air of mystery and intrigue that sets her apart from the rest. Her deep purple eyes hold a hint of mischief, and her short, curly locks give her an air of sophistication and charm.

As I bring Sandra and Ella to life on paper, I can't help but marvel at the beauty and uniqueness of each of these girls. They may be fictional characters, but to me, they are so much more than that. They are a reflection of the qualities that I admire and aspire to embody in my own life. They are symbols of friendship, strength, and love, and I can't wait to see how their stories will unfold in the pages of my artwork. Through their adventures, Sandra and Ella will navigate challenges, triumphs, and personal growth, becoming even more dynamic and inspiring characters.

With the completion of these four stunning portraits, I feel a sense of accomplishment and pride wash over me. These girls, with their unique personalities and captivating features, along with Arlon and Liliana, have captured my heart in a way I never thought possible. They are more than just characters on a page; they are my muses, my companions on this artistic journey. As I look forward to the having-fun season that lies ahead, I know that these girls will be there by my side, ready to dance, laugh, and create memories that will last a lifetime. Their stories are waiting to be told, their adventures waiting to unfold, and I am excited to be the one to bring them to life through my art.

As the final details fall into place, I step back to admire the culmination of my efforts: four stunning portraits that encapsulate the essence of friendship, camaraderie, and the boundless joy of having a fun season. Together, these artworks serve as a testament to the enduring bonds that unite us as friends, weaving a tapestry of memories and moments that will forever hold a special place in our hearts. As we eagerly await the adventures that lie ahead, I find solace in the knowledge that no matter where life may take us, the bonds of friendship will always remain unbreakable, guiding us through each new season with love, laughter, and endless joy.

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