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asklepians · 1 year
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The Wood Sprite in Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio
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olympain · 1 year
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Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022)
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mynnub-blog · 1 year
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"The wooden boy with the borrowed soul."
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torukmaktoskxawng · 12 days
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New tattoo! Someone asked me to write an Ao'nung/Human!Reader where he's curious about their Nordic tattoos and so of course I went down a spiral and it's been forever since I got a tattoo, so here's to my first Avatar one!
And for the one who requested the Ao'nung and Nordic tattoos, that'll be coming soon!
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sluggoonthestreet · 5 months
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Rye gets a lot of comfort from her fertile imagination.
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red-veril · 1 year
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She has had enough of her sister's bullshits
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neonthewrite · 4 months
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Bowman of the Garden
Another GT July prompt is done! This one is "Garden", and any readers of Bowman of Wellwood might recognize that title symmetry. We have a brand new AU featuring Bowman Leafwing, living in a very different environment than the beautiful Wellwood forest. I do want to explore more of this AU, as it's very different from Bowman's origins. For now, enjoy a small sample of it!
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Bowman Leafwing eyed the back of the Big House, where the humans sat talking and drinking their tea on the patio. It was a morning ritual of theirs‒tea on the patio, discussing their plans for the day. As the self-appointed scout sprite of the garden village, Bowman kept an eye and ear on these discussions every morning. If they planned anything out of the ordinary, he’d know.
It was a Wednesday, though. Not much would be on the schedule, and they confirmed it with their chatter, overheard from one of the bulky stone planters where Bowman hid. A normal Wednesday, meaning they’d go inside after tea and then be gone at Jobs all day. In the afternoon, the Lawn People would come by and cut all the grass in the yard with their awful loud machines.
So long as they didn’t mess with the landscaping or the greenhouse (and they never did), the wood sprites of the garden didn’t mind.
Soon enough, the humans finished up their morning tea and shifted in their seats. Satisfied that no more news of the day was forthcoming, Bowman backed away from the edge of the planter, further among the protective leaves of the fern growing there. Keen eyes peered out from the leafy cover that matched the leafy wings on Bowman’s back, and as soon as the humans had gone back into their tall, ivy-covered house, he turned away.
Tall boots of supple bark and sturdy cloth gave him quiet steps among the mulch and soil until he reached the other side of the planter; a basin big enough for a human to curl up in, it housed a verdant fern to break up the monotony of the lawn. Bowman, four inches tall and brown-skinned with deep green hair, blended right in among that curated vegetation. His dedication to the morning routine, to keeping an eye on those giants-of-the-house, kept him safe, but it also kept the others safe. If the humans talked of plans that could affect the denizens of the garden, Bowman Leafwing was the first to know.
Today, there was little to report. From the planter, there was a moderate stretch of empty lawn before the lush growth of flowers and grasses and shrubs covering the back third of the yard, mostly unbothered by human intervention and thriving all the same. 
Among that chaos was home, where his little cousin and her mentor could use their gifts to tend to the plants, where his aunt and uncle could sing with the birds, arrange the litter of leaves and twigs like a miniature forest floor. No one spotted them there, for no one thought to look for a wood sprite, small and made to blend in among the greenery.
Bowman eyed a flowering shrub standing taller than the grasses and flower patches around it, as innocuous as any plant, and spotted a fellow sprite on one bough with ease. With one gesture, he confirmed they saw him, too. Raising his hands and wings, Bowman sent his report, or what might count as one, using silent signs that would look like leaves shifting in the breeze.
No news, good news. Lawn People later. Safe another day.
The other sprite acknowledged the report and ducked out of sight. Bowman smirked. That was his job done. If anyone wanted to find him after the morning scouting, they would have a task ahead of them.
One final glance at the Big House confirmed again that the humans had gone in and no one was watching. Bowman’s wings fanned open and his smile widened, and then with a leap and a powerful flap he was in the air, darting upwards like a leaf on a gale.
They had it pretty good, there in that garden. The verdant months gave them plenty of cover outside, plenty of resources, lots of sun on their wings. The winters in the greenhouse were cozy and close, without worry of the snow or the icy winds. They were safe from humans who never wanted to question why the growth in their backyard was so lush, year after year, and safe from worry over dangerous animals thanks to the nearly-overgrown wooden privacy fence.
Beyond that fence, though, was wilder land, not nearly enough to be a forest but full of life all the same. That less-tamed, wooded area, with its dappled sunlight and thick foliage and only the occasional reminder of the nearby humans, was Bowman’s goal. He darted over the garden, over the fence, and something wild welcomed him there.
Back the way he came, the Big House still stood peeking through the trees, but Bowman ignored it for the woods before him. In the other direction, someone else’s big human house would be waiting, but he wouldn’t get that far. He knew to stay closer to safety.
If he asked anyone else, he wasn’t really supposed to leave the garden without making it known. Bowman chose which rules to follow, and no amount of reminders had changed that over the years.
As he ducked and weaved around branches and through golden sunbeams, wind whipping through his wild hair, things felt right. Bowman belonged in the air. His wings, honed every day in his races among the trees and over the Big House, practically sang with elation. Every sunbeam they drank up spurred him to fly a little bit longer. His were the fastest wings around, and no member of the garden village could wrest the title away from him.
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brujanativa · 1 year
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Wood Sprite 💙👁️✨
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theforswornelite · 1 year
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2022 really has blessed us with different flavors of Death
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geepranks · 1 year
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congrats to Guillermo Del Toro's Pinocchio for getting an oscar nomination!
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asklepians · 1 year
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The Wood Sprite in Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio
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alicent-targaryen · 1 year
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WOOD SPRITE, PINOCCHIO & SEBASTIAN J. CRICKET ▸ Guillermo del Toro's Pinocchio (2022)
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calliogreenpea · 1 year
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Just gonna say it, gender envy
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loakismine · 1 year
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❀༻𝑷𝒓𝒆𝒕𝒕𝒚 𝑮𝒊𝒓𝒍༺❀
part 2❀
Pairings: Lo’ak x Tawkami!Fem!Reader (aged up)
Summary: You taught Lo’ak to be gentle giant with the gorgeous glowing flowers that surrounded your clans territory which led to Lo’ak teaching you something new too.
Warnings: None other than kissing and touching around
Word count: 1,148
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Most of your time went into the nature that had surrounded you since birth. After all your middle name was Syulang, which meant flower. They where what you were first laid on when you took your first breaths. Your mother made it vital to keep the environment safe not only for her people but for her only daughter. It was what your clan had stood on, your clan was one of the only other clans who took good care of the forests that surrounded your village.
You’ve always had that same future mindset your mother had for you. Become the clans next healer and mate to have a child before the all mighty mother Eywa. You loved the Omaticaya clans traditions, something about them were so related to the whole nature idea.
Pulled from your train of thought was a large hand that went over your head to reach towards the luminous flowers above you. Your eyes followed the long thick arm till you were met with a towering chest. Looking up you locked a glare with the taller man. He was so mesmerizing, his eyes glistened when he looked down at you as he placed the glowing pink flower behind your ear. Your eyes were seen through your long lashes from above. “Hey pretty girl.” His hand took yours into his larger one kissing your soft palm.
Butterflies rushed to your stomach and the blood that ran through your veins only flowed faster making your heart thump a hundred times faster than before. It felt as if it would jump out your chest and into his large hands for him to have forever. He knew he had some control over you because of the very seen innocence that you carried with you. It warmed his heart to see his pretty princess happy. Looking through your lashes you gave him a nice warming smile that made his heart warm. The corner of his lips lifted a tad at your cute smile. Your adorable doe eyes widened and tugged at his arm at an attempt to lift him from his spot on the rock.
All that effort for Lo’ak to not move, your strength was nothing compared to his. He stood and held at your arm this time making sure you wouldn’t topple over because of the excessive strength that had been used to try and lift him. A breathy laugh left his throat as he followed your much smaller figure towards the flower patches that flooded the roots of the thick trees. “Lo’ak look. Touch.” His head tilted to the right as he looked down at you crouching to watch one of the bright flowers fully bloom. He noticed your small hand tugging at his to come down lower, doing so your hand guided him to the blooming flower.
The flower stopped blooming when his thick finger touched at it too roughly, tsking him you gently slapped his hand away. He watched as your fingers gently touched at the tips of the petals ever so lightly and it had begun to fully bloom yet again. It was as if you had the magical touch, you were mother nature herself, in his eyes though you were Eywa in all her beauty. He watched as your lips parted into a tiny grin when the flower finally bloomed. You quickly turned your head to him for Lo’ak to watch the beauty of the flower. “Pretty Lo’ak.” He blinked at you as his finger went down to your forehead where some loose strands of hair fell.
Pushing the strands back to keep your gorgeous eyes in sight, just exposed enough for him to look and get lost in them. “Not as pretty as my girl there not.” The look of surprise drowned your previous happy face. Your eyes looked everywhere but his wanting to avoid any and all eye contact with him, with the fear that he’d notice your now dilated pupils. “Your girl?” A bright smile grew from ear to ear, “Yes. Unless you don’t want to.. then.” “No, no, yes. Your girl.” Your voice interrupted him before he could even finish his sentence. Lo’aks head turned to the side and lowered trying to get a good view of your cute doe eyes.
It was hard when you were trying to avoid him though, He grabbed at your jaw with one hand and stilled you. And in that very moment you were in a loss for words. Nothing but air would leave your mouth. “You like that don’t you sweetgirl? You like when I call you my girl, don’t you?” Lo’ak hummed at you and it was as if he wanted to nag and tease at you when he knew damn well what you felt. He knew your answer way before you could respond to him. Nodding your head in response he shook his head side to side having his braids hit at his ears when he did so he caused the wooden beads in them the hit each other. “Nu-uh, use your words pretty girl.”
That made it enough for you, the heat grew in your stomach and the butterflies turned into large ikrans flying all throughout your body. The pink on your cheeks only grew a shades brighter than before. Lo’ak couldn’t take much of it anymore. His lips pecked at yours gently. Your head was thrown back in surprise and nervousness at that mere action. Truth was you’ve never had an experience like this and it did in-fact terrify you in every way possible. Lo’ak was there to teach you and guide you through every step of the way, that was just the man her was. “It’s okay, Just follow my lips, okay?” He whispered gently making you feel okay.
His lips went back to yours and you did what he did, both lips pieced together like the bond would with a Na’vi or the beautiful Pandorian creatures that roamed the forest. His pillowy lips went from your lips down to the side of your neck taking your body into his. Lo’aks fingers dug into the sides of your soft thighs that were wrapped around his waist. Your eyes were glued shut in fear of what would happen and fear that this feeling would end. The feeling of being loved and cared for.
“Open your eyes baby girl.” Opening your once sealed shut eyes you looked at the woodsprites that danced around both of you in the night sky. The eclipse had begun and you had yet to notice it, yet to notice the beautiful bright stars that filled the night sky. He looked up into your star filled eyes, he saw the woodsprites dancing in them too. He wanted this with you more than ever, it was Eywa’s doing.
It was a sign that you were the girl for him and he was the one for you.
Omgg guysss I’m sorry this took super long I have been working on this since forever and my tumblr was acting up too and i have been sick but i do hope you guys enjoy thisss!!!! Also please let me know for the next part if you’d like these two grown up and now having their child or keep ‘em young!! Let me know please guys!! Also thanks for all your support!! Love you guys lots🫶🫶
This is to the people who wished to be tagged in prt.2!!! A few didn’t but i did it to be suree!!🫶
@liyahsocorro @assistantquail @eywas-heir @leehyxnn
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akphotography10 · 24 days
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Wood Sprite tattoo inspired by my favorite movie, James Cameron's, Avatar
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kdw0000 · 1 year
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Got really carried away while drawing this
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