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bestfrogbracket · 1 year

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Brown Banana Frog: Found in Western Africa, these frogs are rapidly growing endangered due to habitat destruction and the chitrid fungus. They lay their eggs in small clumps on leaves, that they then fold and glue together.

Grey Tree Frog: This North American frog is visually indistinguishable from Hyla chrysoscelis (Cope’s grey treefrog). However, their calls and pulse are slower and genetic testing has actually revealed that while H. chrysoscelis is diploid, like humans and most other vertebrate species, H. versicolor is actually tetraploid! That’s an extra pair of chromosomes! They can also tolerate freezing temperatures and change their colour in about half an hour as response to external stimulus.

#round 1 #brown banana frog #gray treefrog #grey treefrog

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midnights-dragon · 8 days

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6 and 17? for the get to know people asks!

Thank you!!

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

Y'all love to torture me don't you... sigh /j

Physical:

I have nice hair when it's behaving itself.

I like my nose.

I think I have a nice smile.

Non-Physical:

I am a kind person, or at least I try to be.

I'm really good at making banana bread. I don't even need a recipe.

I can write really, really fast. And type.

17. do you still love stuffed animals?

Absolutely I do, I still sleep with the same stuffed dog I've had since I was a baby. I have a stuffed frog, and a brown hare from a book I read as a kid, and a giant dinosaur, and an Ikea shark, and the pink rattly elephant I had in the hospital when I was born. <3

Ask game here! If you reblog it from me, I'll send one!

#personal #asks #thanks for the ask!#ask game #silly stuff

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vulpes-fennec · 10 months

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Love on Water Lilies 🪷 (Ch 1)

Summary: Prince Lucien Vanserra of the Autumn Kingdom is all play, no work. Elain Archeron, a waitress and aspiring restaurant owner in the city of Colibri, is all work, no play. Caught in a larger scheme of politics and war, Lucien and Elain are turned into frogs. Will Elain get her restaurant back? Will Lucien ever become Fae again?

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An Princess and the Frog inspired story for @elucienweekofficial Day 5: Nature 🍃

“Fried plantains and fresh fruit salad! Two vanilla golden toasts with honey syrup! Banana pudding!” The line cooks’ voices rang out from the sizzling kitchen.

“Coming right on up!” Elain Archeron plastered on a bright smile and cheerful voice as she dished out plate after plate of breakfast at Roy’s Cafe. The heavenly smell of fresh coffee was barely enough to keep Elain awake—she was exhausted. Elain glanced at the clock. Five more minutes…

Her shift at the Purple Flamingo Cabaret last night had certainly taken its toll, for the Summer Kingdom’s Mardi Gras festivities had begun. The swamp city of Colibri, known for good food and even better music, drew thousands of visitors every Mardi Gras. And this year, a special celebrity was in their midst: Prince Lucien Vanserra of the Autumn Kingdom, who had arrived just yesterday.

Although Elain hadn’t seen this prince yet, she heard plenty about him last night at the Purple Flamingo. The fourth and youngest son of King Beron Vanserra, Lucien was young, rich, handsome…and most importantly, single. He would probably remain that way, too, for word on the street was that Lucien was a total flirt. Gallivanting his way across Prythian’s kingdoms, taking on new lovers each week, partying all night long…

Elain grabbed a beignet to-go when she finally clocked out. Gulls squawked in the distance, green-painted trolleys clanged as they rolled by. Mardi Gras revelers walked by, decked out in chic outfits of green, purple, and yellow. With her food-stained yellow apron, worn ballet flats, and frazzled honey-brown hair, Elain felt a pinch of resentment.

Must be nice to never have to work a day in your life. Every year, the promise of generous tips during Mardi Gras dangled before food service workers like a carrot, tricking them into taking extra shifts.

It wasn’t always this way. Elain remembered the Mardi Gras celebrations of her childhood, the way she and her sisters danced to lively jazz and ate their way through delicacies all night long. The Archeron home used to be in the Marigold District, where all the wealthy Fae lived. But then Elain’s mother passed away, leaving her father depressed. Reginald Archeron rallied himself enough to fight in the Hybern War seven years ago, but lost his leg during one of the early battles.

Elain loved her father dearly, but it was plain fact that he had practically given up on life after becoming handicapped. The familial roles had reversed: instead of their father ensuring his daughters’ needs were met, Elain, Feyre, and Nesta were forced to take odd jobs in order to survive. Nesta delivered and occasionally edited for The Colibri Tribune. Feyre cleaned the art studios and landed the occasional art commission. Elain juggled multiple shifts between Roy’s Cafe, the Purple Flamingo Cabaret, and Emile’s Seafood Bar.

Though her shifts were grueling, Elain tried to view them in a positive light. It was career training of sorts: she paid attention to different management styles, brushed up her conversational skills with all sorts of Fae as a waitress, and improved her culinary skills as a cook. Ever since she was a little girl, a riverfront cafe to call her own had been Elain’s dream. When her family fell from wealth seven years ago, that dream was almost lost.

But now, Elain was closer to achieving that dream than ever. She was fairly confident in her capabilities as a cook and waitress. She had strong accounting skills, enough to ensure her restaurant wouldn’t go bankrupt. And more importantly, she had been in serious talks with realtors for a decrepit riverfront pavilion. The pavilion was a little run-down, but it was perfect in Elain’s heart. She juussttt needed a little more money…which was where the Mardi Gras cooking contest would come into play.

Because in addition to the multiple parades, balls, concerts, and parties, Mardi Gras featured local cuisines in a series of cooking concerts.

Today was the jambalaya cooking contest, which was taking place at Firefly Square. Tomorrow, Elain was slated for the baking contest, where she planned to wow the judges with her peach cobbler. The day after, she would participate in the fry contest, having perfected her fried chicken spice rub.

Elain stopped home to briefly freshen up. It was a tiny, cramped space—an utter downgrade from their old home. She and her sisters had squeezed three narrow beds into a room, the sole closet overflowing with clothes. The living room wasn’t much better: Feyre’s art supplies were strewn across every available surface, and Nesta’s second-hand books tilted in precarious stacks. Only the kitchen, Elain’s domain, remained spotlessly clean and organized.

Elain powdered her face, brushed her curls, dabbed a bit of lipstick, and donned a new dress. She needed to look fresh and proper, and a cute face never hurt.

She then hurried to Firefly Square, wheeling a little wagon full of ingredients and her trusty steel pot. Savory dishes were not her specialty, so Elain needed all the luck she could get. However, she was fairly confident that her jambalaya would at least place in the top three. Her best friend, Vassa La Bouff, and her sisters had helped refine the recipe over the last year, and the ladies could be trusted to give their honest opinion.

“Name?” The event attendant held a clipboard at the check-in table.

“Elain Archeron,” Elain replied cheerfully. The event attendant wrote her name on a wooden placard and placed it on the scoring rack. The five judges, a mix of renowned cooks and locals, were seated under a rich purple tent. Onlookers had gathered on the sidelines of Firefly Square to watch the judges sample each entry and announce their points.

Several other participants were already present, busying away at their own cooking stations. While there was no set “start” time due to the participants’ varying culinary skills and recipes, the judges would begin tasting at one o’clock in the afternoon. So Elain got to work.

First, she braided up her honey-brown hair and donned a flowery pink apron. Then, she began expertly mincing: peppers, celery, onion, garlic, and tomatoes. The heated oil sizzled the chicken and sausage, bringing fragrant notes of paprika, bay leaf, and thyme into the air. The meat was taken out, the vegetables added in. Elain cleaned the rice, poured in homemade chicken stock, and added more salt, pepper, and herbs.

Elain stirred the bubbling mixture, using the time to observe the other participants. There were ten competitors total. Some appeared to be seasoned chefs, others looked like novices. Regardless, everybody was making good progress on their jambalaya. And more importantly, everyone looked like they were having fun.

Elain’s mouth watered from the scents wafting from her pot alone. The consistency of her jambalaya was thick, but not mushy—it was all coming together nicely. Elain did a final taste test and smiled. Spicy, savory, and tangy…it was her best pot of jambalaya yet.

The judges seemed to think so, too, when they sampled her dish.

“Wonderful aromas.”

“The chicken is the right amount of tender, Miss Archeron.”

“Tastes just like my grandmother’s home-style jambalaya!”

This—this was exactly why Elain loved to cook: seeing people enjoy her food made her happiest. She was the last contestant up for tasting, which meant the score the judges awarded would be her final placement for the contest. Elain’s breath caught when she tallied up the judges’ marks. Third place…third place! Oh, she was going to walk away with prize money! Elain ducked her head and tried to squash her victorious beam. One step closer to—

“Excuse me! Excuse me!”

The most beautiful male Elain had ever seen strode into the courtyard, lugging a steaming pot with bare hands. His skin was a burnished brown, his long red hair tied up in a haphazard bun. She found herself eyeing his corded forearms, exposed thanks to the rolled-up sleeves of his white linen shirt. The male’s straight-legged olive green pants accented his muscled thighs, and his shiny black shoes with their gold details indicated expensive taste.

An entire entourage of Fae, mostly female, had followed the male into Ironwood Square, inevitably shoving Elain to the back.

“It’s Prince Lucien,” the crowd murmured to each other. “What is he doing here?”

Prince Lucien? Well…that explained how he could hold such a hot pot without any oven mitts. The Autumn Kingdom’s royal family possessed fire magic, which meant they could manipulate flame and were essentially immune to burns. Elain even overheard at The Purple Flamingo last night that Autumn males—especially the royal princes—fucked with an intensity that matched the fire in their veins.

Elain had practically snorted upon hearing such words last night, though looking at Prince Lucien now, it was certainly believable. But the delighted giggling of several females when the prince stepped up to the podium snapped Elain out of her reverie. Ugh! Prince Lucien was a playboy at best, a heartbreaker at worst, she reminded herself. No, she would not encourage the fantasies that had been surely planted in her mind thanks to his impromptu appearance, lest she turn into a tittering female over a male like him.

“Good afternoon, honorable judges.” Prince Lucien’s voice was rich and buttery, with a slight accent. For some reason, it reminded Elain of sunlight. He turned towards the crowd, and Elain stifled a gasp upon seeing the scar that ran down his face and cut through his left eye, which had been replaced by a mechanical gold eye. Such a brutal injury, yet the prince was made more handsome even with the scar.

“Welcome, Prince Lucien!” The lead judge leapt to her feet, a wide smile on her face. The crowd cheered again. Some females even screamed hysterically.

Prince Lucien gestured grandly to the entourage that followed him, gold earrings twinkling off the tips of his pointed ears. “I am here to enter the jambalaya competition. As there was no kitchen in my hotel suite, I had to borrow the kitchen at Restaurante Genevieve. Chef Michel and these citizens can attest that I made the jambalaya all on my own.”

The prince peered intently at the scoreboard, already stacked with ten other names and numbers. Elain could have sworn his brows raised in subtle surprise.

“Though I see now that I was tardy…” Prince Lucien trailed off as his eyes swept the crowd, as if he were looking for someone.

“The entry period closed thirty minutes ago but ah…we can make an exception, can we not?” The lead judge said quickly, and the audience clapped in agreement. The other judges nodded eagerly, clearly delighted at the presence of royalty. “Well, Your Highness, we would be honored to sample your jambalaya!”

Elain’s jaw slackened. A prince, participating in a jambalaya contest? She had never heard of such a thing. Royals had their own chefs. They probably wouldn’t even know how to boil an egg.

The prince’s russet and gold eyes were still scanning the square with unusual interest. Elain eyed him skeptically from the back, observing the confident smile on Lucien’s face and the swaggering cut of his broad shoulders. There was the off chance that Prince Lucien possessed culinary skills…but he was from the Autumn Kingdom. He wouldn’t know a thing about authentic jambalaya, Elain told herself. Elain relaxed, knowing she was safe and secure in third place as the judges sampled Lucien’s entree.

“Cauldron, this is absolutely divine!”

“Look at the colors on the spoon! So vibrant, so fresh!”

“I could eat this for the rest of my life and die happy.”

“Last call to score…and…first place! We have a winner!” The crowd cheered raucously.

Elain’s mouth completely fell open when the score attendant placed Prince Lucien Vanserra’s name placard on the top of the board, shifting everybody else down. Which meant…which meant she had been knocked off third place.

Elain was in shock. She wasn’t going to make it to the podium, and she wasn’t going to earn any prize money. Prince Lucien bowed, and then turned to the crowd that had gathered.

“Good food is meant to be shared! Please, feel free to finish the pot!” he announced, voice dripping with pride. More cheers and claps rang out as Elain was jostled out of the way in the mad stampede for the winning jambalaya.

This was not possible. This could not be happening.

Elain’s face grew hot with embarrassment, as she hurriedly packed up her wagon. It was time to go; she could not bear to spend another minute in the square with knowledge of her loss. Elain half-wondered if she should join the crowd and really try Prince Lucien’s jambalaya for herself. It couldn’t be that good. But the notion of a rich, playboy prince edging her off the podium in a cooking contest he had no stakes in was too shameful to consider. She could’ve done better. Should’ve done better.

Elain didn’t look back as she wheeled her wagon home, the rusty wheels click-clacking over the cobblestoned streets. Her half-full pot of jambalaya would become leftovers for her sister and father. At least they didn’t have to spend more money on groceries this week.

Some humility would do her good, Elain knew, as she was not a “professional” chef yet, but gods…would she ever be? If a prince could beat her in a cooking contest? If she couldn’t even win a couple judges’ favor, how was she going to draw the Colibri Fae to her restaurant?

—Later that evening—

After a fitful afternoon nap, Elain decided to stop by her cafe before heading to Vassa’s house. Well, it wasn’t hers yet, but Elain had recently begun treating it as such. She sat on a bench, listening to the lapping of the Mayhaven River, watching the steamboats chugging by.

“I’m almost there,” she whispered to herself. “People are going to come here from everywhere, I’m almost there.” The riverfront pavilion was a shabby brick building that had been a mess hall for dock workers in its previous life. The interior’s open layout would be the perfect place to install a stage for local musicians. Each table would have fresh flowers, the walls would be painted a creamy tan, the big windows would offer river views and plenty of natural light… oh, it was all coming together.

The door swung open. Hudson Jennings, Elain’s realtor, walked out with a folder tucked under his arm. Elain leapt up from her bench, ready to bid him hello. But she froze when a head of red hair ducked through the doorway. No…it couldn’t be…

“Pleasure doing business with you, Your Highness,” Hudson said, shaking Lucien Vanserra’s hand firmly. Even without his entourage of fans, Lucien held himself with a regal grace and winning smile.

“Of course,” Elain could hear the prince respond smoothly. “I look forward to establishing a second residence in Colibri.” Elain could only watch in horror as the realtor handed Lucien a set of keys before parting ways. Keys to her riverfront cafe!

“Mr. Jennings!” Elain ran as fast as her little feet could carry her as soon as Lucien had walked away. Oh gods, oh gods, oh gods. This must be a bad dream.

“Oh! Miss Archeron!” Hudson blinked his cat-like eyes in surprise. “I wasn’t expecting to see you here!”

“Mr. Jennings, did you just sell the property to Lucien?” Elain was breathless. Please say no, please say no, she begged silently.

“Ah, yes I’m afraid I just did.” Hudson patted the folder of papers. “I know, I know…you have been eyeing that property for some time, Miss Archeron, but the prince showed up with ample cash! We have several other properties available in town for your cafe, though. Let us talk more next week.”

“But—” Elain tried to say, then deflated. Her realtor was already walking away. There was no use. Unless she somehow managed to alter Hudson’s memory, rip up the sale papers, and steal the keys from Lucien, the property was gone. And so were her dreams of owning a riverfront cafe.

It seemed the prince was hell-bent on ruining her life. Lucien had fame and fortune, and got everything Elain wanted because of his name. Perhaps Elain had angered the Mother, somehow. For how else could so much go wrong in less than 24 hours?

Elain tried very hard not to cry as she rode the trolley to Vassa’s house. One, she was in public, and ladies did not cry in public. Two, the La Bouff Mardi Gras ball was starting in a few hours. Elain had been looking forward to the event all month, and crying right now would make her eyes puffy.

The La Bouffs resided in the Dorado District, the richest district in all of Colibri. Vassa’s “house” was actually a grand, three-story mansion of pale white marble, elegant columns, iron lace accents, and sweeping gabled roofs. When Elain arrived, the bustle of the musicians tuning their instruments and the servants, the gurgling fountain, and the beautiful lanterns of green, yellow, and purple faelight made her smile. A good party always made her feel more alive, even though she attended very few of them in recent years.

Vassa’s parents were one of the Mardi Gras royalty this year, and had invited Elain to the La Bouff Mardi Gras ball. Vassa was a true friend: she didn’t shun Elain after the Archerons fell into poverty, and for that Elain was eternally grateful. The footmen, used to her comings and goings, offered Elain warm greetings when she entered the mansion via the servants’ gate.

While Elain spent her days working, Vassa spent her days studying. The young La Bouff was finishing her last year at the prestigious Colibri Academy for Witchcraft, and was determined to be the top of her class. The only thing in Vassa’s way? Briallyn, a rival witch from the Continent. During the unfortunate occasions Elain had to interact with Briallyn, Elain felt the witch resembled a beady-eyed lizard.

Elain made her way down the spacious hallway and knocked on Vassa’s bedroom door.

“Elain! I’m so glad you’re here!” Vassa threw her arms around Elain. Her best friend’s orange hair was styled into loose waves, her bright blue eyes already lined with gold shadow. “Come, let us get ready together!”

“Vassa, it’s so good to see you,” Elain sighed, her voice still thick with emotion from earlier.

“What’s wrong?” Vassa asked, her brow creasing with concern. “Was it the jambalaya contest? Did you not get first place? I mean, second place is also fine, and so is third.”

Elain sat down on Vassa’s bed, hugging her knees to her chest. “The jambalaya concert was fine, until Prince Lucien Vanserra showed up at the last minute,” she said bitterly. “I had placed third, but that was before the judges awarded him first place. I got bumped down and I didn’t get any prize money.”

“Oh no,” Vassa rubbed Elain’s back sympathetically. “I’m so sorry, Elain.”

“It’s just not fair!” Elain complained, her face heated with anger. “The judges gave him special treatment, letting him enter the contest even though the judging window had closed! Lucien was cooking off-site, how could anybody truly tell he was the primary chef? And perhaps they didn’t want to upset a prince, so they put him first even though he didn’t deserve it!”

“I see what you mean,” Vassa hummed. “Did you end up tasting his jambalaya? Surely it couldn’t be as good as yours. Those judges must not have working tastebuds.”

“No, but that’s not even the end of it. I found out he bought the riverfront property from Hudson Jennings this afternoon. Vassa, you know how long I’ve been saving up for my cafe! To think the perfect location would be gone, just like that…”

“Cauldron boil and fry him,” Vassa muttered darkly, shaking her head.

“I’m sorry, Vassa. I know you’ve been looking forward to meeting Prince Lucien, that you want him to court you.” Elain sighed. “I shouldn’t be bad-mouthing him.”

“No, no, no,” Vassa shook her head. “Of course, I want Prince Lucien to court me, have you seen how handsome he is? But, your restaurant is something that I’ve been waiting for ever since we were little girls, Elain…when I see him tonight I will convince him to rescind the purchase.”

“Thanks, Vassa,” Elain smiled, feeling better. What Vassa set her mind to, Vassa achieved. She had no doubt her friend’s beauty and persistence would get the prince to change his mind. “He did say he wanted the property as a second residence.”

“Well! It wouldn’t be too hard to convince him to buy property in other Colibri districts!” Vassa raised her brows excitedly. “He could move in with me.” Vassa jumped to her feet, trying to inject some more life into Elain’s forlorn posture. “Now I know today hasn’t been the best day, Elain. But this ball will turn it all around! I have just the perfect dress for you, and I know you’ll have plenty of males to dance the night away with. It’s in the closet, come see!”

***Lucien***

“Just look at all of this, Jurian,” Lucien said to his best friend when they regrouped after the dance ended. “One of the best parties I’ve been to in a while.”

He had left his entourage of pretty females at the La Bouff mansion gate. Not that it really mattered, since there were even more females inside the ball. The musicians played lively tunes, inviting attendees to kick up their feet and whirl across the marbled outdoor dance floor. The La Bouff Mardi Gras decorations were simply exquisite, from the soft faelight lanterns hanging off trees to the flower arrangements on tables. Fae wine and cocktails flowed freely, wait staff walked around with platters of delicious food.

“Don’t tell Tarquin, but I’m enjoying myself far more here than the Mardi Gras balls in Adriata,” Jurian slurred slightly. The male lifted a pair of deviled eggs off a waiter’s tray and handed one to Lucien. “Though it is positively boiling in Colibri.”

“Of course, we’re near the Bog of Oorid,” Lucien remarked. He had donned an emerald green jacket with embroidered gold leaves at the cuffs, a freshly pressed white shirt, and black pants. The layers made him sweat profusely, though Lucien wicked away the excess moisture with a slight release on the damper of his magic. He looked good, and that was what mattered at the end of the night.

“Gods, I’m so hungry,” Jurian muttered as he inhaled a fried catfish filet within seconds. “They ate all your jambalaya before I could eat some.”

Lucien laughed. “Better clean up those crumbs and drink some mint julep before the next dance, Jurian. The females won’t appreciate fish breath.” Jurian only rolled his eyes as he turned his attention to a slice of Mardi Gras king cake.

Lucien scanned the rows of vendors, looking for the baked goods. But none of the vendors’ name tags read “Elain Archeron”. He sighed inwardly. He had no idea what Elain Archeron looked like, but had been hoping to try some of her famed treats. Tarquin, Prince of Adriata, could not stop talking about the hummingbird cake, peach cobblers, and powdered sugar beignets Elain made when she catered his Mardi Gras event in Adriata last year.

“If you’re visiting Colibri, you must try Elain Archeron’s food,” Tarquin had told him. “Elain’s cafe should be open by now. She is a very kind female as well, and please tell her I said hello.”

Elain Archeron had been one of the jambalaya contestants earlier in the afternoon, but the female did not bother introducing herself to him. Odd.

“Looking for Vassa?” Jurian inquired. Lucien was supposed to meet the Mardi Gras princess and ask her for the first dance, but her parents claimed Vassa was running late for the ball.

“I suppose,” Lucien murmured, even though that was not the case. Jurian knocked back another glass of Fae wine beside him. “Cauldron, Jurian. Save some space for the mint juleps before you get too drunk.”

“Aha! That reminds me…I’ll find those mint juleps while you’re looking for your princess. All this heat has me parched. Be right back.” Jurian clapped Lucien on the shoulder before disappearing into the crowd.

Lucien lingered on the side, trying to assess which pretty female he would dance with next, when he felt someone tap him on the shoulder. A pale-faced female, with onyx black hair and equally dark eyes, was standing behind him. There was something cunning in her face, something odd Lucien could not quite place. Nevertheless, the female was dressed as one of the wait staff and innocuously offered him a platter of powdered beignets.

“Beignet, Your Highness?” she asked, her voice peppy. “I heard the prince has a sweet tooth.”

“Thank you.” Lucien picked one up with a napkin and absentmindedly brought it to his mouth. It was only when Lucien swallowed his first bite that he realized something was wrong. The beignet was slightly bitter, the powdered sugar chalky on his tongue. Suddenly, everything seemed bigger. Everything was bigger.

Lucien blinked, feeling like his eyes had doubled in size based on how long it took for him to fully blink. The grass…it was eye-level, the blades of green sharp and extra vibrant. His body was hunched over on all fours. He was…a frog?

Oh gods. What the hell just happened?

A looming shadow darkened the space around him. Lucien looked up just in time to see the waitress, monstrously tall with a wicked glint in her eyes, poised to slam a bowl over his head.

Act first, think later.

Booiingg! Lucien moved on instinct, his frog legs launching him into the air like a spring. He dove straight into the crowd of Fae party-goers, stalling the waitress from pursuing him any further.

Shit. Shit, shit, shit. That was new. Fear seized Lucien like a vise, the adrenaline sending him into flight mode. Where the hell did Jurian go? Everything was so damn big…the distance he normally crossed in three quick strides now required multiple leaps.

There! Jurian was near the tree line, mint juleps in hand. Lucien hopped towards his friend, gaining more mastery over his new limbs with each leap.

“Jurian!” Lucien blinked, surprised that he still retained the ability to speak. “Jurian! Down here!” he called out, louder this time.

The Fae male above him glanced down and promptly dropped the drinks in shock. Lucien flinched reflexively when minty sweet alcohol rained down, but it didn’t matter any more. As a frog, he had no clothes to protect from spilled drinks.

“Fuck, I must be more drunk than I thought.” Jurian blinked twice and chuckled. “I could have sworn that a frog with Lucien’s voice just spoke to me.”

“That’s because it is me!” Lucien hissed, hopping up and down insistently. “Jurian!”

“Holy shit.” Jurian knelt on the ground, scooping him up in his hands. “Lucien, is that you?”

“How many times do I have to say it’s me?” Lucien grumbled. Jurian’s green-brown eyes peered down.

“Cauldron, you still have your scar and your gold eye. Well, it’s not made of metal anymore, but…fuck.” Jurian lifted Lucien up to perch on his shoulder. Lucien brought a webbed hand to his face, feeling at his left eye. Sure enough, he could see out of both eyes—truly see, without relying on a metal contraption. “Fuck, I probably look like I’ve gone mad, talking to a frog.”

The male took some deep breaths, pacing back and forth. Lucien clung onto Jurian’s purple jacket for dear life. “Jurian, can you stop moving?”

“Sorry. We need another drink.” Jurian swiped two goblets of wine off a passing tray and ducked behind a drooping willow tree. Lucien hopped down, sitting on all fours on top of Jurian’s thigh. “Okay, Lucien. What the fuck happened?”

“I ate a beignet from this waitress, and then I turn into a frog and she’s trying to trap me under a bowl!” Lucien glanced furtively at their surroundings, but did not see the wretched female’s face.

“What did the waitress look like?”

“High Fae. Pale, with black hair and black eyes. She was wearing the La Bouff servant’s uniform.” Jurian’s gaze darkened with protective instinct.

“Why would she put a curse on you?”

Lucien shrugged. “Not sure. She knew who I was, though, so that’s strange. I’m Beron’s youngest son, with a slim path to the throne. What good would come out of cursing me?”

“Perhaps she wanted money. Ransom a prince, you know.”

“As if Beron would pay more than a couple coppers to get me back,” Lucien said bitterly.

“You’re right, your father is a bastard.” Jurian frowned. “Could you undo the curse yourself?”

“I can try.” Now that he had Jurian to keep watch, Lucien closed his eyes and tried to tunnel deep down into his well of magic. He had always had a knack for spells and curses. It wasn’t like that of witches, who required specific ingredients, tools, and conditions to generate any effect. Rather, it was pure magic—power that stemmed from being the son of a High Lord.

He found the dark stain of the curse, but despite all his efforts to extract it, the stain remained stubbornly present. It was as if it was interwoven into his very essence. Lucien yanked and prodded and threw wave after wave of magic against it, but to no avail.

“It’s not working,” he announced glumly.

“We should find the La Bouffs…tell them that one of their staff, or the food they served, turned the visiting Autumn Prince into a frog,” Jurian proposed, his fists clenching with concern. “If they cannot resolve this, then they should be held liable.”

“Isn’t that a little harsh?” Lucien replied dryly. “Lord and Lady La Bouff can only do so much. But Vassa…she’s studying to be a witch. I heard she’s the top of her class…perhaps she could assist with undoing the curse.”

“Perhaps,” Jurian mused doubtfully.

Lucien hopped onto the rim of the wine goblet and stuck his tongue into the chilled liquor. The sweet and tangy notes were far more sensational thanks to his new taste buds. Unfortunately, his added weight was an imbalance to the delicate stem, and Lucien promptly tipped backwards. Red wine poured over his entire underside, drenching him.

Jurian began to laugh.

“You know frogs absorb liquid from their underbelly skin, right? You’ll be drunk in no time.” Lucien stuck his tongue out at Jurian and rolled around the grass for a bit, trying to clean himself off. “I suppose Vassa would be glad to help a prince for fame, or fortune.”

“Also, we have the old tale of princesses kissing frog princes,” Lucien reminded Jurian. “With the laws governing witch magic, it’s very likely that this curse follows the same path of resolution.”

Jurian snorted. “Good luck trying to convince a princess—even if it’s a Mardi Gras princess—to kiss a frog. We are better off pleading directly.”

Lucien tried to grin, but it felt strange with a new mouth and new facial muscles. “You seem to underestimate me, Jurian.”

“Let’s bet on it: if you can get the princess to kiss you, I’ll walk Eris’s dogs for the next month.”

“I do enjoy a challenge. I offer you this, just for fun. If the princess kisses you, Jurian, then I’ll buy you a new sword. Out of Illyrian steel.” Lucien stood on his hind legs, straightening his back and tilting his chin up with the regal air of a prince. Jurian rolled his eyes.

“As if a princess would want to kiss a lowly Autumn Kingdom foot soldier over its prince.”

“I beg to differ, Jurian. I’m a frog this time…I think that evens the playing field.” Lucien winked. “Besides, stop discrediting yourself. You’re one of our most skilled warriors. Anyways…best of luck, I’m off to find the princess!”

“You bastard,” Jurian muttered darkly, shaking his head with amusement. He finished his wine in two large gulps, holding the empty glass up in a mock toast. “I would say I hope you lose, but life would also be boring if you were stuck in frog form.”

With that, Lucien hopped off towards the La Bouff mansion. There was a slim chance Vassa was still getting ready for the party—truly, females needed all the time possible plus more for these elaborate events.

Most of the ball’s festivities were taking place in the garden and first floor, and Lucien could hear Lord and Lady La Bouff—the Dorado Mardi Gras King and Queen—chatting with guests. That meant the light emanating from the window on the second floor was none other than Vassa La Bouff’s.

Clinging to small nooks in the marble, scaling up vine to vine—which was made harder thanks to his slippery frog mucus, Lucien made his way to the golden window.

Princess Vassa was standing on the balcony, and simply put, she was the most beautiful female Lucien had ever seen.

The female’s wide eyes were cast towards the heavens, her expression a mixture of hope and despair. Honey-brown hair was swept up into an artful bun studded with luminous pearls. A tiara of rose gold rested on her brow, glittering in the moonlight. Her soft curves and elegant shoulders were accented by a strapless lavender gown with a heart-shaped neckline.

“Please, please, please,” the ethereal princess whispered, clasping her gloved hands to her chest. “Please.”

Lucien hopped closer, the world spinning out of view. Ah, damn it. The alcohol was kicking in faster than he’d anticipated. Princely charm now had to be mobilized in full force if he wanted to receive a kiss.

He cleared his throat, but only a ribbet came out. The princess glanced down, spotting him. Gods, she was beautiful. Those doe brown eyes, that golden skin still warm under the silver moon, and those pretty rosebud lips that hooked Lucien in like a moth to a flame.

“If you wanted a kiss, all you had to do was ask.”

#elucien #elucienweek2023 #elain archeron #lucien vanserra

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thecreaturecodex · 1 year

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Menehune

Image by Hugo Solis, © Frog God Games. Accessed at the artist's deviantArt page here

[This is art from an actual Pathfinder product! These menehune appeared in Razor Coast, a long delayed (and sadly, not very good) 3pp Pathfinder module. The mechanics that game used for menehune was as a variant of gnomes, which makes a certain amount of sense, with fire themed powers, which doesn't. That kind of sums up all of Razor Coast: it was more interested in stereotypes about Pacific Islanders and riffing on vaguely Hawaiian themes (like Pele and volcanoes) than it was about actual Pacific Island cultures.

Interestingly, there's a fair amount of debate about the age and origins of menehune legends. Some folklorists believe that they're syncretic, a combination of Native Hawaiian stories with European fairy lore. Others say that, because "manahune" is Tahitian for "commoner", that the original menehunes were an ethnic minority that was disenfranchised and displaced following Tahitian immigration to Hawaii. I was unable to find a scholarly or semi-scholarly reference to the idea that menehune use arrows, Cupid style, to make people fall in love, but it's commonly reported on Hawaiian tourism websites. Plus, it gives them a unique ability.]

Menehune CR 4 CN Fey This little humanoid is stout and heavily muscled, with red hair and a mischievous twinkle in their eyes.

Menehune are especially human-like fey who live on tropical islands. They are expert craftsmen and builders, and their monuments and achievements crop up overnight. Literally—menehune are strangely perfectionist, and if a construction job takes them more than a single night, they will abandon it. Fortunately, they work with supernatural speed, and a team of menehune can create roads, aquifers or ramparts in a matter of hours. Menehune dislike being interrupted or observed in this work. Menehune sleep during the day and work at night, typically in hollow trees, caves or other places that are comfortably dark. They are omnivorous, and feed on a diet of fruit, tubers and fish. Bananas are a particular favorite. Menehune are afraid of owls.

Few menehune relish a fight, but their incredible strength makes them relatively skilled combatants. If interlopers attempt to spy on their work, the menehune will usually flee, although they may fire magical charming arrows as they go. These arrows do not charm the struck creature to the menehune, but instead cause brief, rapturous love towards the first compatible person the victim sees. If the menehune are pursued, or if their constructions are damaged, they may well respond with lethal force.

A menehune stands between two and three feet tall. Most have brown skin and red hair. They may be mistaken for especially burly halflings, especially at a distance.

Menehune CR 4 XP 1,200 CN Small fey Init +2; Senses darkvision 60 ft.,low-light vision, Perception +7 Defense AC 15, touch 14, flat-footed 12 (+1 size, +2 Dex, +1 dodge, +1 natural) hp 45 (7d6+21) Fort +5, Ref +7, Will +5 DR 5/cold iron; SR 15 Weakness light blindness Offense Speed 20 ft. Melee heavy mace +8 (1d6+6) Ranged masterwork composite shortbow +8 (1d4+4/x3) Special Attacks arrow of love Spell-like Abilities—CL 4th, concentration +6 Constant—ant haul, pass without trace At will—invisibility 3/day—charm animal (DC 13), charm person (DC 13) Statistics Str 18, Dex 15, Con 16, Int 11, Wis 10, Cha 15 Base Atk +3; CMB +6; CMD 19 Feats Dodge, Endurance, Point-Blank Shot, Power Attack Skills Acrobatics +9 (+3 when jumping), Bluff +9,Climb +10,Craft (stonemasonry) +11, Diplomacy +9, Knowledge (engineering) +4, Knowledge (nature) +7, Perception +7, Stealth +13, Survival +7, Swim +10; Racial Modifiers +4 Craft (all) Languages Common, Sylvan SQ expert labor Ecology Environment warm forests and mountains Organization solitary, pair, gang (3-8) or crew (9-24) Treasure standard (Small heavy mace, Small masterwork composite shortbow (+4 pull), 20 arrows, other treasure) Special Abilities Arrow of Love (Su) Three times per day, a menehune can infuse an arrow with charming magic as a swift action. A creature struck by this arrow takes no damage and must succeed on a DC 20 Perception check to realize they’ve been shot at all. A creature struck by this arrow must succeed a DC 15 Will save or fall in love with the first acceptable creature it sees (of a species and gender to which it would ordinarily be attracted to). This functions as an elixir of love, except that it can affect humanoids, fey, native outsiders and animals. This is a charm effect, and the save DC is Charisma based. Expert Labor (Su) A menehune can do as much work in a half hour as a human laborer can accomplish in a day.

#menehune #hawaii #hawaiian folklore #pathfinder 1e #fey

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sohannabarberaesque · 27 days

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Postcards from Snagglepuss

And you're asking how the Easter parade in Gatlinburg went

INSIDE CATTANOOGA KLATSCHE, GATLINBURG, TN: To answer such a question as many of you were probably asking ... With partly cloudy skies for the most part, the day turning out rather beautiful, many of the trees in the Smoky Mountains starting to go into bloom for the most part, and a few of the black bears starting to come forth from hibernation.

It may not have been the Pasadena Doo-Dah Parade, or even those on the likes of New York's Fifth Avenue or the Atlantic City Boardwalk (especially in earlier, more glamourous times), but the choice of route (as in the section of the Parkway between the split of US 411 and 441 and the entrance to Great Smoky Mountains National Park--more or less Beautiful Downtown Gatlinburg, to paraphrase Gary Owens from back on Rowan and Martin's Laugh-In back in the day) pretty much attracted considerable curiosity from the Easter weekend crowd in the Queen Mother of Tourist Traps.

In keeping with Easter Parade tradition, it was more or less walkabout all along the Parkway, waving to the somewhat confused crowd wondering what the whole was about to begin with (though you had plenty of meet-and-greet and selfie opportunities among the characters). Naturally, the Cattanooga Cats "themselves" led the parade, real informal like, no welcoming banner ... but even then, Kitty Jo couldn't resist the selfie opportunities. Or even Scoots, for that matter; it seems Scoots, considering his modest stature, must have something of a liking, even if his storytelling wasn't fascinating enow.

And you could imagine the reaction of the crowd to the presence of yours truly, Huckleberry Hound and Crazy Claws strolling the Parkway ... or even Augie Doggie on the shoulders of his doting Doggie Daddy ... Top Cat and clowder, with Choo-Choo and Fancy-Fancy getting their share of fan attraction ... Peter Potamus and his diving enterouge, with plenty of the crowd rather surprised that Peter was an amazing diver in his own right ... Penelope Pitstop, kissing plenty of spectators ... those Banana Splits, quite the cutups (even Drooper going into the "Super Drooper" routine near the Gatlinburg Space Needle, to the bemusement of fans) ... Scooby-Doo and crew ... perennial crowd favourites, the Hair Bear Bunch ... Lori, Gator, Braveheart and Inch High, Private Eye ... Hong Kong Phooey, with a silly little tweaking of tai ch'i ... Captain Caveman and his cousins, the Slag Brothers, "going ape" and liking it ... you couldn't help but resist the Skatebirds going the inline-skating act ... even Kwicky Koala taking things a bit on the Aussie side by throwing Cherry Ripe and Freddo Frog bars to the crowd, as well as packets of Throaties (a popular Australian brand of throat drops), not to mention The Bungle Brothers doing Abbott and Costello justice with their "Who's on First?" routine with George in Bud Abbott's role and Joey doing Lou Costello's.

(Seems that for some reason, some in the crowd were rather surprised to discover what said Cherry Ripe bars were like, basically mashed cherries, dessicated coconut and dark chocolate. And for a lucky few, Kwicky "himself" passed out boxes of classic Australian snack crackers Jatz and Vita-Weat.)

After the parade ended, or some resemblance thereof, Kwicky Koala got out a box of another iconic Australian staple--Sanitarium Weet-Bix cereal, not quite Shredded Wheat but rather interesting by itself. Even if they turned out a little like glue in the end.

And the Cattanooga Cats dishing up typically Southern smoked ham for dinner, along with cheesy hash browns, green bean hot dish--and Kitty Jo's storied chess pie for dessert. Washed down with lemonade blended with hibiscus flower extract--what could get more interesting, to begin with?

And you can imagine how the crowd felt at the sight of the parade, otherwise not promoted well beforehand.

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@warnerbrosentertainment @zodiacfan32 @jellystone-enjoyer @artistic-octopus @iheartgod175 @funtasticworld @archive-archives @thebigdingle @thylordshipofbutts @gatlinburgvisitor-blog-blog @screamingtoosoftly @themineralyoucrave @warnerbros-blog1 @groovybribri @indigo-corvus @theweekenddigest @ultrakeencollectionbreadfan @warnerbrosent-blog

#hanna barbera #fanfic #fanfiction #road trip #postcards from the road #easter weekend #gatlinburg #snagglepuss #huckleberry hound #cattanooga cats #easter parade #the parkway #springtime #hannabarberaforever

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natikoko · 1 month

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olive oil+rosmary+salt is always really good bread combo. your bread looks really good. once you are satisfied with your process i find making bread into shapes is fun. my go to is a big frog

frog bread! sounds amazing! thank you for the bread compliment

I was just thinking about making another loaf tomorrow, but maybe I’ll prolong it so I can eat the other loaf I made lol… I want to make challah bread, and then focaccia. A blueberry and banana bread is also high on my list. I’ll have to buy more flour and yeast though… I really want to make bread into a star shape. It’ll be awesome. welcome to my bread adventures

Here’s my bread process for anyone interested: take active dry yeast, one package. dry yeast requires soaking in water for it to activate. mix the yeast with 1 1/2 cup of very warm water. let it sit for ten minutes. In a mixing bowl, add three cups of flour and two generous pinching of salt. once the yeast is activated, combine the ingredients together and mix with the handle of a spoon. It’ll be a wet and sticky mixture, hardly dough. cover it with a plate and let it rise for 3 hours (overnight in the fridge for maximum flavor)

preheat your oven to 450. put a Dutch oven with its lid on inside for 30 minutes. once your dough is ready, flour your table and kneed the dough with a spoon or dough scraper. fold inwards until nicely formed (6–20 folds). pour olive oil in the inside of your piping hot Dutch oven and add the dough. pour olive oil on top of the dough. let it cook for 30 minutes with the lid. remove the lid for an additional 12 minutes or until the crust is golden brown. remove from the Dutch oven and let it cool on a baking sheet for about 30 minutes

then enjoy your bread

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bloodyknucklesforme · 1 year

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Smells Like Home | Soap x Nina

Tags: All fluff

John reached out for Nina instinctively. He frowned softly as his hand felt the empty space on her side of the bed.

"Neen?" He opened his eyes to find himself alone. A spike of fear and he was upright, eyes darting across the room for assessment. Orange light from the early morning came through the cracks in the curtains.

He was up and out of bed before he could blink. The hallway smelled sweet like brown sugar and bananas.

"Nina?" He called out. The light in the kitchen was on.

"Kitchen!" She responded. His heart started settling back into his chest. He took a deep breath before rounding the corner to find her.

She was sitting on the rug, back against the cabinets. Her blonde hair was still messy from sleep and her knees were tucked underneath her, no, his shirt. The oven was on with a timer set. A bowl and measuring cups sat in the sink.

"There's coffee on the counter for you," she looked up from her book with a smile. He grinned back as he filled a mug and settled down next to her.

"What did you make?" He asked, resting his head on her shoulder.

"Banana bread. I saw a recipe last night and we had a couple frozen bananas," she shrugged. He hummed contently and kissed her cheek.

"You got up early to do this?" He used her phone to check the time. Not even seven am yet.

"I couldn't sleep." She admitted.

"We'll have to make time for a nap today, won't we?" He wrapped an arm around her and pulled her close. She fit so perfectly against his side. "What's your book about?"

He could never keep up with her reading. She'd clear four or five a week, sometimes more, depending on length. Their shared flat was littered with stacks of various books.

"A woman who has an affair with a weird frog man creature." John blinked. She'd grown fond of the weirder books, stories about people out of place and lost in the world. He took a sip of coffee.

"Can I read it when you're done?" He kissed her temple.

"I just started if you want me to read it out loud."

"I'd like that...I... I love you, Neen." His hand rested on her knee. She leaned into him more, wrapping an arm around his middle. It didn't matter that the kitchen floor was uncomfortable or that sleep still tugged on his mind. He had her in his arms, hot coffee in his favorite mug, and banana bread in the oven. He had everything he could ever need right here on this floor.

"I love you." Her hand had found his and squeezed.

A/N: I'm giving Nina the same taste in books as me. The book is Mrs. Caliban by Rachel Ingalls.

#john soap mactavish #john soap mactavish x oc #I need to clean up hte tags because I don't remember which one I use more #whoops #have some fluff #Soap x Nina

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sonic-elements · 11 months

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Team Wisp

After a long while I present to you the Finalized members of Team Wisp

New members have been added as well as New Wisps. Hope y'all love them, I will be posting individual pics and info drops of each member later on.

Hers a list of members

Matriarch Nana Hue (Nega Hue)

Kaleidoscope The Wisp

Monochrome The Wisp

Scarce (Bioid #1500)

Spozzy The Pitbull

Glint The Cheetah

Bore The Aardvark

Z.O.O.M. The Robot

Tine The Thorny Devil

Blox The Box Turtle

Drift The Hummingbird

Scorch The Sun Bear

Chomp The Tiger Shark

Feast The Horned Frog

Orb The Gyronaut

Waft The Swift

Racket The Snapping Shrimp

Volt The Torpedo Ray

Tremble The Giant Isopod

Nuke The Bombardier Beetle

Vision The Barreleye/Spookfish

Foam The Diving Bell Spider

Rapier The Scorpion

Briskly The Peregrine Falcon

Fuzzy The Christmas tree worm

Jug The Water Holding Frog

Cleanse The Sponge

Jaded The Glass fish

Mucky The Banana Slug

Ammonite The Comb Jelly

Topper The Mushroom

Grow The Sunflower Sea Star

Dust-Devil The Roadrunner

Arcane The Cryptid

Eon The Immortal Jellyfish

Iaira The Nymph

Breaker The Millicentipede

Mist The Giant Octopus

Radiate The Plasmos

Steady The Gorilla

ORO/Aurum Bot

Raider The Cachalot/Sperm whale

As well as a list of the New Wisps added in

Mother Wisp/Baby Wisp

Rainbow Wisp

Monochrome Wisp

Rare Wisp

White Wisp

Cyan Wisp

Yellow Wisp

Orange Wisp

Pink Wisp

Blue Wisp

Green Wisp

Red Wisp

Purple Wisp

Violet Wisp

Indigo Wisp

Crimson Wisp

Magenta Wisp

Ivory Wisp

Gray Wisp

Black Wisp

Jade Wisp

Azure Wisp

Electrum Wisp

Capri Wisp

Beige Wisp

Turquoise Wisp

Chartreuse Wisp

Vermillion Wisp

Phlox Wisp

Pearl Wisp

Cobalt Wisp

Rose Wisp

Tan Wisp

Amber Wisp

Brown Wisp

Ebony Wisp

Cerise Wisp

Grey Wisp

Scarlet Wisp

Aureolin Wisp

Goldenrod Wisp

Spring green Wisp

Veronic Wisp

Cerulean Wisp

Tawny Wisp

Snow Wisp

Platinum Wisp

Bronze Wisp

Silver Wisp

Gold Wisp

Note 3 Out of the Non Canon Wisps here don't belong to me I ask permission for there usage make sure to give there creators

Electrum Wisp Belongs to SeaSaltArt

Capri wisps Belongs to. @craftys127609

And Azure Wisp Belongs to LJSTAR

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic oc #aj the elementalgod #elementalgod aj #my art #sonic art #oc art #team wisp #sonic ocs #sonic fan characters

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hannahlovesluca · 6 months

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Hi I was wondering if you could make a matchup with nijisanji if possible?

Both sfw and nsfw

Gender: gender-fluid (biologically female)

Pronom: she/him

Sexuality: pansexuel

Appearance: 5’7 (170cm), dirty blonde hair (sometimes dyed) medium length, tan skin with a bunch of beauty spot and two birth mark (one on my left leg close to my inner thigh and the other one pretty big on my arm), I am pretty slim, I have glasses, brown/black eyes and dimple

Personality: im very shy and quiet but when I’m with people I’m comfortable with I am a bit crazy, sarcastic and a bit of a prankster but overall I’m caring, kind, smart, a hopeless romantic and patient

Zodiac sign: cancer

MBTI type: INFP

Likes: I love video games, drawing, music, reading, watching anime, plushie, horror stories, writing poem, sleep and cooking

Dislike: Loud noise/heated arguments (they scare me), not be able to fight back, pushy people, entitled people/brat, banana, frog, worms

Hobbies: play video game (of any type), drawing, listening to music, reading, singing and watch anime

Secret: I have ADHD and dyslexia (possibly autistic but I don’t have a diagnostic for that one) and I’m very good with kid/baby and they all love me (to the point they follow me like little ducklings) and I do want kid in the far futur

Misc: my native language is French but I’m more comfortable with English

Sorry if it was long or if there’s any grammatical errors I hope you have a good day and I hope it would be my Oshi that I get.

Thank you very much!

i pair you with…

Elira Pendora!

hear me out…

• UGH I LOVE HER.

• niji girls will playfully argue w you about who loves her more

• pogmu and you have a full rivalry

• luca probably ends up having a dating show w/ elira as the bachelorette and its just u and pogmu fighting for ewiwa’s heart

• oh my god i love ewiwa

• non parasocial

• she’ll probably be in call w/ you while you stream Melatonin and will end up falling asleep<3

• will hit you w random ass deez nuts joke

• or will sheesh at you if you tell her a pickup line

• shes such a zoomer ong

• pls tease her ab being a zoomer 🙏🙏

• if you think shes a zoomer she will force you to meet her brother and endure that pain

• she loves words of affirmation!!! giving and receiving!!!

• pls pls pls reaffirm her shes so insecure omg

• when holding ur hand she’ll do the thumb stroke thingy <33

RUNNERS UP: Luca Kaneshiro, Pomu Rainpuff

#luca kaneshiro #ike eveland #luxiem #luxiem x reader #shu yamino #mysta rias #vox akuma #nijisanji en

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hannahhook7744 · 2 years

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Meet Hannah Artemis Hook;

Fc: Maia Mitchell.

Fic Title: The Marvelous Misadventures of Hannah Hook.

Nickname(s): Bam-Bam, Scream Queen, Hook, Slimeball, Snot ball, Batty, Sailor Mouth, Mouthy, Human Disaster, The Jack of All trades, Clumsy, The Messenger, The Chameleon, Nightmare Queen, Butterfingers, Glowy Pyshco, Moody, Dreamer, Dream Queen, The Fairy Child, Brownie, Shortie, Han, H, Hannie, Little H, Chatty, Heartbreaker, Sweet Tooth, Angel of Vengence, Slime, Slimeypirate, Slimey, Moonflower (only by Gothel), Hannahabelle, Wild Card, and Hannah Banana (used only by people who wanna catch these hands).

Sexuality: Unknown.

Pronouns: She/her.

Birthday: December 2nd at 8:00 pm.

Height: 5"4 ½.

Hair Color: Brown with a White and Teal streak.

Eye Color: Brown.

Place of Birth: Isle of the Lost.

Hobbies: Writing, Storytelling, role playing, gaming, drawing, listening to music, reading, and swimming.

Likes: Exploring, magic, road trips, sailing, her old doll, her baby blanket, sword fighting, hanging on rooftops, food, pranks, fire, and building traps.

Dislikes: Spiders, bugs, rats, Ignorance, needles, how clumsy she is, songs with no lyrics, long sleeves on shirts, heights, bullies, being picked on, the dark, being alone, being abandoned, and losing her friends.

Favorite musicians: Cavetown, Taylor Swift, Eminem, Melanie Martinez, The Dragonslayers, etc.

Physical Quirks/Scars: Very short nails (from biting them), sideways anchor tattoo on her right knee, small dot scars all over her left hand, healed cuts on her feet, and 6 tattoos. (A skull and crossbones with a sword running through it on her wrist with the words 'Family doesn't end in blood' surrounding it. A hooked cane on her left shoulder. A small winged hook on her right shoulder. A crocodile and flower compass on her left shoulder blade. A rope and sword on her right one. And she small skulls on her other wrist. One on fire, one with a black cat on it's head, and one with a hook necklace on it's head).

Family: Hugo (stepdad), Varian (Bio Dad/Donator), Cassandra (Bio Mom), Andrew (step dad), Captain Hook (Adoptive Dad), Zarina (Adoptive Mom), Mama Hook ( adoptive grandma), mother gothel (disowned grandma), Ulla (grandmother), Davy Jones (Adoptive grandfather), Captain of the guards (Adoptive grandfather), Ginny Gothel (Adoptive sister/bio aunt), Mason and Glenn Gothel (bio uncles), Harriet and Cj Hook (Adoptive sisters), Harry Hook (Adoptive Brother), Peter Pan (Possible Adoptive Brother), etc.

Honorary Family: Hades, Persphone, The Fitzherberts, Yong, Nuru, and The Stabbington brothers.

Friends: Chad Charming, Audrey Rose, Bobby Hood, and her crew.

Pets: Icarus (Owl) and Midas (Racoon).

Love Inserest: Prince Haul Ryder Bjorgman.

Optimistic or Pessimistic: Optimistic.

Introvert or Extrovert: Niether. She's an ambivert.

Occupation: High school student and pirate captain.

Extracurriculars: Art Club, Creative Writing Club, School News Paper, and Archery.

Favorite Animal: Frogs.

Favorite Color: Red, Black, and Gold.

Favorite Book: 'A Light In The Attic' by Shel Silverstein.

Favorite Food: Spicy chicken sandwiches.

Favorite Drink: Sam's Cola.

Favorite Movie/TV Show: Fear Street Trilogy and Batman Beyond.

Background: Once upon a time, Cassandra wanted a kid but her on again off again boyfriend, Andrew, wasn't available to have kids so they used Varian (this is when he was around (30) as a donor and Hannah was the result. For the first few months of her life, she was passed between her four parents (Cassandra and Andrew: Hugo and Varian) until Gothel murdered her bio parents. She was found by Captain Hook who along with his wife, Zarina, adopted her. Thus how she became Hannah Hook. She eventually went on to become a pirate captain after winning her ship in a poker game at 6. She is every bit her parents' child. All of them. In one. Even though she doesn't know it.

~~~~Playlist~~~~

"Family" by Mother Mother.

"The Mutineer" by JT Music.

"I'll Be Good" by Jaymes Young.

"Adventure Is Out There" by AJR.

"She's a rebel" by Green Day.

"Control" by Hasley.

"Everyday Superhero" by Smash Mouth.

Please don't be mean. Varian and Cassandra weren't romantically involved-- their relationship is strictly platonic. Varian was just a donar and they both were nearly 40 when Hannah was born. So please don't leave any mean comments.

Inspired by @thecaptainsgingersnap and @theinnerworkingsofoc .

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notmetallee · 10 months

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naruto OC introduction

Hello! This is my first role-playing account! In excited to get into the naruto role playing community!

See below for more information

Hello! My name is lee akamichi! I am a gemini, born on June 6th. My pronouns are he/him, and I am a ftm transgender.

Appearance: long wavy brown hair, 6'0ft tall, body type like a powerlifter (think not defined, but strong looking with broad shoulders and big arms. Think Eddie hall kinda) grey eyes.

Personality: INTP, gemini, wise and intelligent but does stupid or absurd shit just for the fun of it. Always is laughing and smiling finding humor in everything. Introverted and prefers one on one deep conversation rather than group activities. Secretly collects shinobi trading cards but is embarrassed about it. Rebellious, free thinker and curious.

Likes: political conversations, metal music, deep conversation, honeydew, cats, queerness, and lifting heavy shit.

Dislikes: the shinobi system, konoha, banana, feeling sweaty for too long, frogs and being untested.

Background information: lee akamichi was born during the blank period, his parents died of disease so he was put into an orphanage and groomed to be a shinobi. He escaped the orphanage; understanding the shinobi system was fucked from a young age. Since then he has made a living doing odd jobs and the occasional petty crime for hire so he can pay for an apartment in the leaf. He is undocumented, so konoha doesn't know he exists; as lee made and effort to destroy any records he had before leaving the orphanage.

Fun facts!

Has a frog phobia

23 years old

Despite being a civilian for the most part, lee knows basic Chakra control techniques.

Favorite band is slipknot

Is lonely, only having a couple people who hire him often as "friends"

Has a 2 year old orange cat named "Robert aka shitbag"

Loves natto

His hair is always a little frizzy

Lowkey a gym rat

Powerlifter

RULES

Anyone can send asks or start an RP thread with me. Just don't be an ass. Im fine with nsfw and dark topics. Trigger warnings to be added as more people interact with me.

#lee akamichi #akamichi #roleplay #rp #naruto oc #my main acc is @doomwhore #naruto role-playing #rules #introduction

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inner-islands · 1 year

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Golden Brown - Weird Choices

“Weird Choices”, Stefan Beck’s third release with Inner Islands as Golden Brown, sees Beck taking decidedly different approaches from last year’s “Luminous”. Whereas “Luminous” featured a very guitar-centric palette, these new pieces focus on augmenting the familiar guitars with keys, synths, and electronics in favor of more spacey compositions. These tracks also grew out of experiments with compositional duration as Beck elaborates, “I started a practice of making these miniatures - one to two minute long songs that still felt fully formed and expressive but simple and concise.” Glass Frog, Larvae, Worm Charming, Milton Banana, and Busted Crystal were all realized under that intention. The longer pieces feature some of the familiar fingerstyle and slide guitar that listeners to Beck’s previous work may be acquainted with. These pieces, by and large, are layered improvisations that conjure floating moods, untether to the terrestrial. The final piece, Olas/Ondas, features a similar approach to the tracks on “Luminous” by using field recordings as a springboard for further extemporizations based on the feel and events of that space. In this case Beck used recordings from a trip to Anini Beach in Kauai to influence the gently cascading piece. The novel “The Actual Star” by Monica Byrne played a significant role in shaping the mental images and mood that Beck was feeling while recording the album. Beck explains, “part of the book takes place in a future where society collapsed from climate change and had to be adapted/reformed by those who survive. The way they live in that future is through near constant global migration, stopping in refuges along the way for shorter periods of time. It sounds kind of bleak but is actually a more hopeful vision of the future than what our current trajectory looks like.” And related to these ideas of possible imminent futures, the title of the album acknowledges our present; he says it encapsulates “all the maddening aspects of daily life in the last few years that we have to process and compartmentalize just to go about our daily business. Do I choose to go about my day like normal in spite of the ongoing escalating climate crisis? How do I respond in my daily life to the erosion of our civil rights and rising fascism? Do I see my loved ones in spite of an ongoing pandemic? I guess the phrase just kind of stuck with me as we have come to accept as normal circumstances that are anything but.”

#inner islands #golden brown

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abookishdreamer · 1 year

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Character Intro: Physis (Kingdom of Ichor)

The Green Maiden by the people of Olympius

Chipmunk by her mom

Hummingbird by her father

Age- 8 (immortal)

Location- Hearthwood neighborhood, New Olympus

Personality- She's a sweet gentle girl with a shy temperament. She loves enjoying the simplest aspects of nature like walking bare foot on grass or jumping in puddles after a rainstorm.

She has the standard abilities of a goddess. With her current age her powers/abilities are honey generation/manipulation, geokinesis (as of now can only control leaves, mud, dirt, rocks, & pebbles), limited hydrokinesis (as it pertains to lakes, streams, & puddles), limited photokinesis, being able to communicate with woodland animals (is able to shapeshift into a beaver, squirrel, chipmunk, deer, & several small birds), limited vitakinesis (healing), and even limited atmokinesis (as it relates to her mood; for example if she's feeling intense sadness, a raining cloud appears over her head).

Physis is the daughter of a naiad nymph named Syrinx and Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music).

She lives with her mother in a lakehouse on their private property on the outskirts of the Hearthwood neighborhood of New Olympus. They have an expansive backyard & garden, a few acres of woodland, and a small pond. Physis' bedroom is her oasis painted in cool shades of eggshell, teal, blue, yellow, & green. Decorative branches, chrome butterfly cranes, and a birdhouse-style bedframe is there too along with her favorite humidifier! She has a growing number of small pets like gerbils, hamsters, guinea pigs, & new white tree frogs named Hoppy, Jelly, Daphne, and Jojo.

Her favorite flower is the daisy. She also likes dandelions- especially blowing away the soft white puffs!

Physis & her parents are proud eco friendly vegans. She loves helping her mom at home with their compost pile. They also use reusable cloth bags when they go grocery shopping, have glass & silicone storage containers, and use metal & bamboo straws.

A go-to drink for her is aloe vera juice. She also likes ginger ale, carrot juice, coconut water, lychee nectar juice, water, orange juice, apple juice, the apple-kiwi-spinach smoothies her mom makes, and watermelon juice. When her & her mom stop by at a Roasted Bean, Physis will usually get the small peach sweet tea.

She loves when her mom makes oatmeal topped with chocolate chips & almond butter for breakfast. She also likes the whole wheat banana pancakes drizzled in maple syrup and the Earthly Harvest fruit crystals cereal (with cold oatmilk).

Even though her father's been around since she was born, Physis was technically introduced to him when he came to her fifth birthday party- an outdoor affair at a public park in the state of Arcadia. Physis saw him walk in holding a wrapped gift and she instantly recognized him! She remembered seeing photos of him holding her as a baby and small toddler in a tucked away photo album hidden in her mom's drawer. She remained sitting atop her father's shoulders for the rest of the party- mesmerized & constantly touching his large curved glossy brown horns. He even performed an original song he wrote for her! Their relationship is still going strong with her mom allowing her visits & overnight stays with him biweekly and some weekends. They communicate often through letters.

Her favorite snacks are pear-applesauce & prickly pear flavored gummy bears.

Physis attends an esteemed private school in the city. She's a third grader with other godly kids in her grade like Hebe (goddess of youth), Paidia (goddess of play & amusement), Caerus (god of opportunity & luck); she thinks he's too much of a jokester, Prophasis (goddess of excuses), and Myrízei (god of smell & gases); who she says hi to. Her best friends are Aceso (goddess of healing) & Mneme (goddess of rememberance). Her favorite class is science and she really enjoyed the class trip to the New Olympus Zoo- her favorite part being the panda exhibit! She even bought a stuffed panda at the zoo's gift shop.

For her seventh birthday, she got a silver necklace with a pan flute charm from her father which she wears all the time.

Her favorite guilty pleasure are tortilla chips with guacamole!

Physis doesn't know and haven't met any of her older half siblings.

In the pantheon she really admires Iris (goddess of the rainbow), Eikono (goddess of iconography & literature), Méli (goddess of bees & honey), Demeter (goddess of the harvest & agriculture), Thalia (muse of comedy), Gaia (goddess of the earth), and Tithonus (god of insects), who Physis has started developing a little crush on.

Her favorite frozen treat are carrot-ginger ice pops! She likes when Aceso's mom Epione (goddess of soothing pain) makes them!

Physis & her mom have a close bond. She loves cuddling up with her on the couch watching it rain from the window & she's even being taught archery by her! They also build birdhouses. Hair day is also a great bonding moment for them. When Physis gets older she wants to get dreadlocks just like her parents, but for now her thick curly brown hair is kept natural. Go-to products are the Hairology soap free sweet sandalwood shampoo & conditioner bars and the Glory's Crown bamboo ginseng curling elixir.

Her favorite dessert from Hollyhock's Bakery is the lemon olive oil cake. She also likes her mom's oatmeal peanut butter-chocolate chip granola squares.

She doesn't eat fast food often so when she does, it's a welcome treat. Her favorite thing to get from Olympic Chef is the spicy black bean burger with small sweet potato fries and tofu nuggets (with sweet & sour dipping sauce).

Some of her favorite meals include spicy chickpea chili, sticky & spicy baked cauliflower with white rice, sweet plantains (fried in peanut oil), and curried tofu collard green wraps (with spicy peanut sauce).

In her free time Physis enjoys climbing trees, swimming, reading, bike riding, jump rope, lanyard, knitting, gardening, indoor rock climbing, going to the park, horseback riding, drawing, surfing, football (soccer), & basketball.

"Sometimes, nature is all someone needs."

#my oc #oc character #my character #my oc character #oc intro #character intro #oc introduction #character introduction #modern greek gods #modern greek mythology #greek myth retellings #greek goddess #greek goddesses #greek mythology #greek pantheon

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disillusionist9 · 1 year

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Farmer Name: Lyla Age: 35 Height: 5′3″ Birthday: Winter 18 (January 31st) Sign: Aquarius MBTI: INFP

Picrew used for this image Read Lyla’s story here on AO3

Fancast: Alia Shawkat

Specific Appearance: Vibrant blue hair, naturally a dark brown. Dark brown eyes. Multiple tattoos. Stocky/solid inverted triangle build.

#lyla #stardew oc #stardew farmer oc #stardew valley #sdv #sdv oc #sdv farmer #fanfiction #sdv fanfiction #LMOYMAYDM fic

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lovemesomesurveys · 2 years

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A This or That survey, categorized. Enjoy! Animals

Dogs or cats? Elephants or giraffes? Ostriches or emus? Flamingos or toucans? Snakes or lizards? Frogs or fish? Dolphins or whales? Sharks or orcas? Walruses or dugongs? Zoos or aquariums?

Food Pizza or pasta? Brown rice or white rice? Cheddar cheese or feta cheese? Cook at home or get takeout? Breakfast or dinner? Butter or margarine? Chips or pretzels? Iced coffee or hot coffee? Green tea or black tea? Fruits or vegetables? Juice or kombucha? Champagne or brandy? Cookies or cake? Fried eggs or scrambled eggs? Rosemary or thyme? Garlic or paprika? Regular fries or sweet potato fries? McDonald’s or Burger King? Tea or coffee? Apple or banana? Whiskey or vodka? Lemon or lime? Burger or burrito? Wine or beer? Dine-in or drive-thru? Bagel or croissant? Orange juice or apple juice? Technology and leisure Swimming or jogging? Rock music or pop music? Classical music or country music? CDs or cassettes? Backpacking in Australia or Europe? Book or magazine? Spa or sauna? Board game or video game? Painting or drawing? Friends or How I Met Your Mother? Comedy or horror? Rom-com or period drama? Fiction or non-fiction? Read a book or read a Wikipedia page? Animal Crossing or Stardew Valley? Youtube or Netflix? iPhone or Android? Disney or Pixar? Board game or card game? Nintendo or Playstation? Mac or Windows? Yoga or pilates? Football or basketball? Surfing or skiing? Hiking or camping? Nature Rain or sunshine? East coast or west coast? Blizzard or heatwave? Summer or winter? Autumn or spring? Beach or mountains? Sunflowers or roses? Pine trees or maple trees? Southern hemisphere or northern hemisphere? Cold climate or hot climate? Miscellaneous Christmas or Easter? Drive a car or ride a bike? Sweatpants or leggings? Necklace or bracelet? Black shirt or white shirt? Skirt or shorts? Bath or shower? Art or science? Movie date or dinner date? Text or call? Pay with cash or pay with card? Hang out a library or hang out at a cafe? Green or blue? Pink or purple? Yellow or orange?

#this or that #bolding #categories #survey #surveys #personal #text

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desertrosesthorn · 10 days

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BOLD WHAT YOUR MUSE LIKES

TASTE

TOUCH

SCENT

SOUND

SIGHT

#headcanons

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