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spicysix · 8 months

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Fanfic Writer Appreciation day ♡

i stole this idea from @1lostsoul0fishbowl, and in celebration for Fanfic Writer Appreciation Day, i've decided to list 21 of my favorite fics! a few of them i've talked about before, and a few are very well known but still deserve to be talked about again. i'm tagging the authors if i know their tumblrs!

i divided them into two lists, a purely Steddie one (my otp y'know) and a second one for everything else (other ships, X readers, other fandoms etc)

without further ado, in no particular order, here is (under the cut cause the lists are LONG, babes):

Steddie

The One in Which a Time Loop is Fucking Exhausting. by @badpancakelol - timeloop

You're Divine by @azrielgreen - Kas!Eddie

i can give you a heartbeat by soupbitchin - ghost!Eddie

Looks like we're in for nasty weather by @geddyqueer - modern AU, ghost whisperer!Eddie, cryptids

Straight Knife Through The Heart by @relenafanel - modern AU, rockstar!Eddie

New York Hardcore by @grandmastattoo - punk!Steve

your cosmic call sign by @nancywheeeler - aliens!AU

Wild Geese by watchcatewrite - roadtrip

the most remarkable thing about you standing in the doorway is that it’s you by @greatunironic - rockstar!Eddie, found family

your love is standing next to me by @fivecenturiesverse - rockstars AU, social media fic

STEVE’S FIRST BRUISE by cairparavels - spider man!Steve

took you for a working boy by @pukner - genderqueer!Steve

this love came back to me by @strawberryspence - rockstar!Steve

i could be honest, i could be human by @steves-strapcollection

what's left of my lungs by WirtWilt - hanahaki disease

echo by @grandmastattoo - timeloop

wanna hurt you just to hear you screaming my name by DotyTakeThisDown - BDSM, sex club master!Eddie

Petals in a Storm by @inairbinad

Eddie's Memory Log by @harmonictechnicality

this demo will save your life by oh_simone - 'rockstar'!Eddie, band manager!Steve. characterization of all times

STRIKE TEN. by @metaldeads - scoops era

Others

The Entire History Of Human Desire by KidA_666 - ST / stonathan

Dreaming Of You by Koken - Marvel / stucky X reader - reader has powers

Harmless by @shurisneakers - Marvel / bucky X reader - 'villain'!Reader, lovely crack, perry VS doofenshmirtz dynamic

Hive by Rattle - SDV / sebastian X sam X farmer - there's a big plot twist here. best SDV fic ever

Trinity Epoch by @heli0s-writes - Marvel / stucky X reader / pacific rim AU (honestly anything by helios is amazing)

matters of taste by @fairyysoup - ST / steddie X reader - bakery AU

half of my soul by @graysonnightwing - ST / steve&robin - platonic soulmates get platonically maried

Over & Over by @beetlesandstarss - ST / ronance - this one hurts like a bitch but it's delicious

burning yarrow by @storiesbyrhi - ST / eddie X reader - witch!Reader, vampire!Eddie (literally anything by Rhi, but this one's my favorite)

don't delete the kisses by @stevenose - ST / steve X reader - camboy!Steve

We Tried The World by @upsidedownwithsteve - ST / steve X reader - roadtrip (again, anything by Emmy is great but her roadtrip Steve is top tier and this fic was a huge inspiration to me personally)

No Such Thing by lattebiscuit - Marvel / bucky X reader - college AU

We Got A Lovin' Thing by lattebiscuit - ST / steddie X reader

Helping Hands by MutantsandSoldiers - Marvel / bucky X reader, stucky X reader - ABO, mutant!Reader

Howler & the Black Cat by bajablessed - Marvel / bucky X reader - vigilante!Reader

Sunshine Blend Dark Roast by @icallhimjoey - RPF / joe quinn X reader - barista!Reader (again, anything by this author is an instant hit. i had to close my eyes and point at the screen to choose randomly because i couldn't pick one myself)

no good at waiting by @familyvideostevie - ST / steve X reader - farmers market AU

in a dark, dark room by @carolmunson - ST / Eddie X reader - kas!Eddie. this one just dropped and it's an instant hit. it's dark so beware!

Like Real People Do by @myosotisa - ST / eddie X reader - drug addicts, rehab clinic, beware of triggers

Bad Influence by @dearest-readers - ST / eddie X reader - pornstars AU

coffee shop blues by @ghost-proofbaby- ST / eddie X reader - barista!Reader, barista!Eddie, grumpy VS sunshine trope

WHOOF! *wipes forehead* that was some work. i obviously couldn't fit all my favorite fics of all times here, but i did my best to bring great content! (i thought about dividing into 3 lists and make an X reader specific one but....i was too tired of searching for links already lmao)

i have many other great recs in my fics recs tag here and on my ao3 bookmarks so if you trust my judgment and want more fics to read, those are always public!

shout out to all the amazing fic writers on all sides of these fandoms that i love and admire, and know that you are very appreciated on this fic writer appreciation day! ♡♡

#lui rambles #fics recs #this is not a chain in any way but if you feel inspired....you can copy the idea too

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koontyme · 4 months

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Here's my ITPE treat for @godoflaundrybaskets ! A Trigun AU by @spiritusrex featuring: 🌄 Cryptid Vash 🌄 Farmer Wolfwood 🌄 Appalachian setting

🔗 Link!

Rated G. ~12 min.

#trigun podfic #trigun au #trigun #trigun stampede #podfic #my podfic #podfic cover art #vash the stampede #nicholas d. wolfwood #cryptid vash #itpe

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marzipanrose · 2 years

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so... this is a redesign of my Stardew Valley Oc from an au I've been calling " Become one with the forest" au the main plot thrust of it being that " accepting mysterious green potions from wizards is not a smart move" lol they were at one point human but after many many years working the land theyve become well.... this weird local cryptid simply known as the " The Farmer" if you wanna see more snippets of their story here's a link! ( https://www.tumblr.com/blog/view/ma.....ardew%20valley )

#stardew valley #stardew oc #become one with the forest

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ardentguilt · 1 year

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Ancestors Southern AU

Signless - Outsider newly arrived from the city. The small rural town generally doesn’t take well to outsiders though this guy does actually have some good ideas…

Summoner - DILF rancher. The most fuckable guy at the farmers market.

Psiionic - Somehow found himself in the employ of Condy where he handles ‘all that computery stuff’ for her baking vlog.

Disciple - Lives outside of town and always brings game to the farmers market. Otherwise rarely seen and is something of a local cryptid. They say she was raised by mountain lions.

Dolorosa - Runs the town’s only daycare and manages to look good doing it. Nobody knows how she’s always looking pristine while also dealing with small children.

Redglare - Originally from the city but gets transferred to this small town to take the place of the previous lawyer/attorney who fell foul of the local criminal menace. Owns an albino bearded dragon named Pyralspite.

Mindfang - The above mentioned criminal menace. Swamp Bandit Queen who commands a group of smugglers and fleet of swamp boats. May or may not have a pack of trained gators. Ruthless af.

Darkleer - The one mechanic/handyman within three days travel in any direction. If you need something fixed he’s your man. Enjoys watching robot wars and spends his spare time tinkering with bits and pieces from the scrapyard to build his own little warbot.

GHB - Somehow the towns judge. Nobody knows if he’s qualified for the position but at this point they’re too afraid to ask. Everybody knows he’s a stoner and an open juggalo but finding a new judge would be a pain and it’s a small country town, what’s the worst that could happen?

Dualscar - The sherif. Only got the position because of his links to Condy. Thinks he’s hot shit but is really a sleazy asshole virtually nobody likes.

Condy - Southern belle. Rich af. Literally owns half the town and has a popular baking vlog. It almost sickeningly nice while people are watching but won’t hesitate to stab you in the front and drag your body through the proverbial streets if you stand in her way.

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jnixz · 2 years

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Tell us about Jimothy Cruller and Ford both >:3

Alrighty folks for those who haven't had a glimpse,

BEHOLD

Jimothy Grayson Cruller

His father, Marvyn Cruller, tried deciding between the names James and Timothy-- ending up with just picking both. In a name merger manner.

His mother, Jodie Cruller, thought her husband was hilarious. She added in Grayson as her son's second name.

Jimothy is extremely normal and very chill as compared to his adopted brother, Ford Cruller. An average guy with a good heart, who is more or less nonchalant about whatever adventure manages to be attracted to his little brother.

He is a farmer at some rural town, occasionally a carpenter helping out with some construction at the town.

He had been taught how to carve wood by his father, and in turn taught Ford how to do the same. He likes to make furniture and little toys more than Ford, who likes making sculptures and other knick knacks for fun.

A really friendly fellow that is like the grandpa to the kids at his town. He sometimes get names of things mixed up and just calls them all kinds of nicknames.

Likes hats and tends to have them on his person unless the situation is dire.

Knows how to play the guitar and harmonica. He would teach you if you'd like.

His mindscape would be a wheatfield with wooden buildings that are slightly elevated on stilts. There are chimes and harmonica played by the wind when passing by the structures. Its like and open world area but completely loops back to the same place if you go too far in one direction. It only really changes when you go inside a building.

Most of these I've shared to Owl already, but now its out here so the rest of ya'll enjoy.

I've got like, 2 versions on what Ford's backstory might be and this one is the more AU-ish one I suppose. For reasons, mostly because I thought the rural town I mentioned here is close to a pretty active cryptids area, which I'm like, fortifying as an actual thing in my own more self-indulgent lore version of psychonauts.

Oh and he'd be a character ruminating in my mind when thinking about psyn show ideas minor characters cast or something heh.

#asks #ask #britishsass #psyn rambles #psychonauts ocs #jnixartz #i've finally shared more of him after running it around the drafts #it was waiting on either me making a fic or comic of his first meeting with ford or me making a family portrait #and so this ask excuses me from that ahoy #tag-rambling #also no facial hair ford real agdkafsks #ford cruller #cruller family #psychonauts #psychonauts oc #my oc

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legendaryskyscale · 1 year

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So first poll, Saladbowld won. Congrats to the stinky scarecrow! I'll now be showing off this cryptid creechur

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For those who don’t have the time to read a huge wall of text and would like to read later (I get it, happens to me too), here’s a tl;dr version for Saladbowld:

Saladbowld started off as a joke/parody toon based off of Caladbolg. He was supposed to get deleted, but I got attached and now he’s got a story connecting to the Mad King’s Realm

For everyone else who’s interested, lemme introduce to you the Drowned Reaper of the Mad Realm (aka Saladbowld)!

Creation Origin I created Saladbowld on November 20th, 2015. I don’t remember exactly the thought process other than “I like this Trahearne dude, I wanna make Caladbolg into a gijinka!” That and I wanted to try out Necromancer for the first time. And so, this thing was made.

This joke toon was my test run for the Necro class and he was supposed to get deleted/remade or something. However, he grew on me when I got him to become a Reaper when HoT dropped.

Now, it wasn’t until around 2019 did I start joking about him being a scarecrow from the Mad Realm. That slowly snowballed into him being some kind of sailor/pirate in life, then a pirate cook, then the Royal Chef, and then finally this thing he is today.

I had planned to change his name while making his backstory, but I couldn’t think of anything to call him and eventually just kept his name as is. So in story, he remains nameless. Out of story tho, he’s Saladbowld.

Unfortunately, I don’t have him completely fleshed out, but! I will share what I’ve got for him so far. Keep in mind this is all a work-in-progress AU, and none of this is canon.

Storywise This mysterious being hails from the Mad King’s Realm. When the Shadow of the Mad King arrives to Tyria, this Drowned Reaper can be found roaming the Mad King’s Labyrinth taking down the many beings of bone and brim and sweet sweet candycorn, oftentimes ignoring exploring adventurers. The Drowned Reaper endlessly mows down the Mad King’s subjects, yearning to get to the Mad King himself.

Before he was brought back within the Mad King’s Realm, he was once a human man by the name of Hendrick “Dreck” Henderson. He was a cook for a wayfaring ship (that may or may have not been a pirate ship) and a sea merchant, and he had two drake pets named Chompy and Mr. Vile. He met a noblewoman named Maelyne during one of his ventures. He would visit this woman whenever the ship would resupply, and eventually ended up marrying her. They had two sons and one daughter.

Dreck’s cooking became renown, and he ended up being King Thorn’s Royal Chef. He did not have a good time as he was often requested to make the most bewildering of meals. He was passionate about his cooking, but he hated his position.

When King Thorn’s reign ended, Dreck and his wife were not lucky. Dreck was thrown into the ocean, chained up with a rock holding him down, and he drowned. It was the end of Dreck and his wife (fortunately their three kids had already grown up and left the nest several years before this tragic event)

Fast forward to the Mad Realm Dreck and Maelyne were brought back as twisted versions of their former selves. The ol’ cook was a monstrous being filled with rotting vegetation and dead sea life (most notably tentacles growing out of him). With hardly a memory retained of his human life, the Drowned Reaper was only filled with rage, determined to cut down anything relating to the Mad King himself.

When the Mad King’s Realm receded back to the Mists, an odd scarecrow was left behind in the fields of Shaemoor. The farmers were at first frightened of this thing, as it reeked of rotting fish, and they tried to get rid of it. However it would always reappear days later, no matter if the farmers broke it, burned it, or anything else they could do to destroy it.

Eventually they left it alone in the field. It would only vanish when the Mad King’s Realm returned each year. Strangely enough, when this scarecrow is present, anything planted around it will flourish and thrive. Pumpkins in general would grow big and healthy year-round around this stinky scarecrow.

In-Game Role Saladbowld becoming a Reaper was actually really awesome, cus I didn’t like core Necro back in 2015-2016. Saladbowld’s build was “Shout Reaper” that I got back in 2016 (which I think is gone now I’m not sure) and pretty much kept it all these years with little change.

I mainly use him for Fractals and for the Mad King’s festival (kinda phasing him out of this cus I find Shortbow Thief best at farming to the max).

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There you have it. He's still being worked on storywise. He has no real connections to the canon story and is considered a cryptid around and during the Shadow of the Mad King.

#gw2 #guild wars 2 #Ro's content #Saladbowld #c: saladbowld #long text post #reen's screenshots #reen's doodles #one day when depression isn't eating at me i'll eventually finish his concept design/ref

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rouecentric · 2 years

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au's you can imagine your cc being in:

cottagecore au | your cc in their cottagecore arc, living in a random forest living their best life, as well as farming for their food

greenhouse au | your cc basically having plant manipulation/plant related powers, maybe even having flowers growing on them?

runaway au | your cc runs away, that's it.

fake amnesia au | for some reason your cc pretends to have amnesia, angst ensues

writer au | your cc is a famous writer within whatever genre's you want, it goes rather well with murderer and psychopath au!

murderer au | your cc is a murderer

cryptid au | your cc is just your neighbourhood cryptid

dollmaker au | your cc makes dolls, be it as a coping mechanism, escapism or for money, a dollmaker is a dollmaker

ballet au | your cc has been taking ballet classes for multiple years/centuries, they're practically considered a professional ballerina

florist au | your cc knows floriography and works as a florist

puppet au | your cc is a living, breathing puppet for a being of higher standing

puppeteer au | your cc is able to control other people like puppets

void au | your cc is from the fucking void

storyteller au | your cc tells fantasy-like stories for when little children aren't able to sleep, maybe they actually happened? no one will know, well, except for the storyteller, of course

trans au | your cc is transgender

farmer au | your cc becomes a farmer, works really well with runaway and cottagecore au's!

tailor/seamstress au | your cc is extremely good at sewing clothes, so why not turn it into a job? or your cc takes occasional comissions

#hc #au #soleil.au #soleil.ideas #soleil.thoughts #soleil.random

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ryqoshay · 2 years

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Putting on Hairs - Post Production: Eldritch Fireworks

Primary Pairing Trio: YuuAyuSetsu Secondary Pairing: AiRina Rating: G Words: 633 AU: Theater, Monsters, Cryptids Fandom: Love Live Nijigasaki Parent Fic: Putting on Hairs - Post Production Time Frame: Sometime after the main story Event: Promptober 2022 Event Source: Idol Fanfic Heaven channel on Discord Prompt: Fireworks Content Warning: Playing with fire... literally

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Author’s Note: Bonus 2nd entry for Oct 17th

Summary: Yuu has found something new for Setsuna to eat

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How the heck had she let herself be talked into this? Ayumu wondered to herself.

She, her two girlfriends, Yuu and Setsuna, were joined by their friends and coworkers Ai and Rina, to set off fireworks.

But not just any ordinary fireworks. No. Somehow, Yuu had convinced Setsuna to try eating some metal salt Rina provided from her workshop at the theater. This had allowed the descendant of living flame to change the color of the fire she could breathe. It was a skill they had recently learned she had due to not needing the chili peppers they found at the farmer’s market. She had still kept the peppers as a special treat and was slowly working through the supply, but unlike the electric eel that caused her to hiccup lightning, they had no effect. Her ability to spit fire was her own.

And now, the five young women were headed to a park, where fireworks were allowed, to experiment. They had real fireworks with them in case anyone came to investigate, but the main attraction was the palette of various metal salts Rina had procured for Setsuna to consume.

“Ne, Rina-san!” Setsuna was already chomping at the bit. “Which one would make my flame red?”

“Strontium salts.” Rina held up one of the containers.

“Isn’t it supposed to be red though?” Yuu questioned, leaning in to examine the material.

“All of the salts I have are white.” Rina explained. “However, they will burn the color designated on the container.”

“Hee…” Setsuna accepted the strontium.

“Setsuna-san, I would like to try dissolving a small amount in your mouth first, instead of consuming everything in one go. I believe that will allow for a longer show, and allow us to change colors as desired.”

Setsuna nodded and pinched a few grains between her fingers before dabbing them on her tongue, giggling, likely at the flavor, which she surprisingly didn’t describe. She then took a breath and held it for half a second. Finally, she released a sizable burst of crimson flame.

“Experiment One: Success!” Yuu cheered.

“Yes, but we’re here for fireworks.” Setsuna said, taking another dose. “Let me try something…”

This time, instead of a stream of fire, Setsuna launched a small spark about half a meter into the air. Before it started arcing back down, it burst into what could pass as a classic firework.

“Experiment Two: Success!” This time Ai cheered.

Setsuna grinned with the praise. “I think I can get it to go higher…”

“This may help.” Rina held out what looked like a metal straw.

“Which one burns pink?”

“Lithium.”

“Green?”

“Barium.”

Setsuna held the tube in her teeth, took a pinch of each. Then, in quick succession, sent two beads up several meters to burst into pink and green plumes.

“This is even better than the lightning.” Yuu marveled.

“It really is amazing, Setsuna-chan.” Ayumu agreed.

“Want me to help you do three?” Yuu asked.

Setsuna nodded enthusiastically. A moment later, red, green and pink fireworks were launched.

“I know I’ve seen orange fireworks.” Yuu thought aloud. “But what about grey?”

“Calcium will be orange.” Rina stated. “A mix of magnesium and aluminum will burn silver.”

“A shiny grey.” Ai said, to which Rina nodded.

“Right.” Setstuna grabbed the indicated compounds.

Maybe this isn’t as bad as I thought. Ayumu thought, feeling a little guilty over not trusting her girlfriends to not take things out of hand. As giddy as both were, they were both still well in control. And Ayumu knew Rina had anti-fire measures on the chance they were needed.

“Want me to light some sparklers for you guys?” Setsuna suddenly offered.

Ai, Yuu and Ayumu agreed while Rina wished to monitor the metal salt supplies for the firework launcher. And with that, the show continued.

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Author’s Note Continued: So yeah... Cthughan Setsuna can eat metal salts and spit fireworks now. Because why not? The better question is what else can I have her eat that might cause strange or fun effects?

#YuuAyuSetsu #Takasaki Yuu #Yuki Setsuna #Uehara Ayumu #Putting on Hairs #Love Live Nijigasaki #Promptober 2022 #fanfic

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hugsandchaos · 2 years

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HOLD UP, NEW CRYPTID AU

Okay, hear me out

Instead of the brothers being cyrptids, WE’RE the cryptid! Me! You! Us! Y/n! A cryptid!…. I’m probably getting a little too into the Halloween spirit, but do I care? No. Spooky Season forever!

So my idea for Cryptid Y/n is a tall, humanoid-ish short tailed weasel, kind of like the animatronic Willy Weasel. Except Y/n is flesh and bone instead of metal and fake fur. And maybe they’re given a bandana or scarf or something by the brothers, or maybe Y/n just finds an oversized hoodie and runs off with it. In this AU, the brothers are probably farmers or something. Or maybe Sun does the farming and Moon hunts. And then Moon starts noticing something following him for a few weeks and Sun decides to tag along on one of his hunting trips just to be safe. They end up spending the night in the forest and sleep in a cave. When they wake up, a big monster resembling a short tailed weasel is staring at them. Not ready to attack, not ready to run, just staring. After that, it just follows them around.

I don’t know about you, but I bet this Y/n would just pick them up by the ring on their back in their mouth, carry them to a big underground nest, and just drop them.

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sdv-mostly-shane · 3 years

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not sure if this has been asked or written before, but what a about a 'sort of cryptid like farmer' and shane? a farmer that's just a little bit more on the non human side kinda thing, if thats alright

A special Spooktember treat for you guys- I hope you enjoy. Been saving this one until it was appropriately close enough to spooky season. Also- TIL that goblincore is a quite delightful aesthetic-read til the end to get the full ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* vibes *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ they’re feral AND charming.

Just Goblin Things

Summary: There’s something sinister in Cindersnap Forest, and Shane is the one to come face to face with the creature. What he finds is a more than just a little magical, and he can’t wait to discover more.

Trigger warning : very brief, vague insinuations of alcohol; general spookyness.

“Seb, how many more until we can go back to my house?’

“Just a minute, Sam. I can hear one croaking just over there…“

“Yoba, what was that!-look, there in the bush!” A flash of green had caught Abigails eye, followed by a loud scrambling noise. She pushed herself off the ground, using Sam’s shoulder as a boost, and leaped toward the sound, searching for its maker.

“What kind of frog was that?”

“I didn’t even see anything. Probably just some raccoon or something.” They watched Abby crawl around a small thicket of bushes, peeking in between branches as she went. “Leave it alone, Abby, you don’t want to catch rabies.”

“Raccoons don’t have green eyes, Seb,” she said, as she perked her head up to listen to a faint crinkling of leaves. “Listen, do you hear that? It almost sounds like.. hissing?”

“What, like a snake?”

“No, like a-AH!” Abby shrieked, and fell back. The two boys ran towards her. “No, get back, it might see you!” She was referencing the massive pair of green speckled eyes that were now accompanied with a gnarly, toothy grimace emerging from the bush. From it, came an ungodly snarling and hissing.

“Alright, time to go,” Seb yanked the two teenagers away from the creature, and they started to run. Once they had made it inside Sam’s house, the trio slammed his bedroom door and jumped on the bed. They sat for a moment in silence, listening to each other’s panting breath. Abby began to say something, but Sebastian interrupted, “we’re not gonna talk about it. Just don’t-nothing happened. We didn’t see anything. Got it?” Abby huffed in frustration, and protested with him, arguing that they needed to get back out there and figure it out. All Sam could do was stare at his floor, stunned at what had just happened.

The next day, Sam went to start his shift at the Joja Mart on edge from the night before. Shane was working the freezer when he spotted him-he had picked up a packaged of individually sealed pancakes seven minutes ago and was still staring at it, unmoving. “Uh, you alright, bud?”

“I’ve never seen anything like it…” His voice seemed far away, but he managed to finally move, making to put away the product. He turned to him, “Shane, you live in Cindersnap Forest. Have you ever seen anything… weird… there?”

“You mean besides Mayor Lewis sneaking out the back window and crawling around the house, thinking I can’t see him?”

“What?”

“No, never seen anything.”

“Well we did, Abby, Seb, and I, last night.”

“And?”

“Well, nothing really actually happened-it just scared us, really. Made a really ugly sound and showed it’s teeth to us. It must have just been some animal… but the thing is… gah, I can’t even say it.”

Shane tossed a bag of multipurpose detergent at him, demanding, “C’mon, say it.”

“Ouch, Yoba, alright. I didn’t tell the others, but when we were running away, I looked back and.. and well, I saw it run away and it was on two legs like a person.”

“Hah, okay you got me. There’s nothing in that forest, kid, don’t think about it too much.” Shane slapped the back of Sam’s shoulder, bidding him to just do his work, and went about finishing the stocking. He’d look over, occasionally, to see the golden-haired teen zoned into space again, but he didn’t have the mental capacity to really care at that point; he just needed to get through his shift.

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Shane looked at his phone-11:26 PM. He’d gone out, not able to sleep, and forced himself to take a cold walk through the woods to avoid the saloon. Shivering, not just from the cold, he made his way over to the edge of the lake. He enjoyed watching the little sparkling fish swim, their silver scales glisten underneath the shallow water… Swishing and splashing and crashing-crashing? He flipped his body around to see the source of the crash-in front of the big tree, in a disheveled pile, sat the farmer. They were brushing the leaves out of their hair and dusting off their knees.

“What are you doing?”

“Oh! Goodness, Shane, you scared me.”

“You’re the one who fell out of the tree.”

The farmer finger-gunned, “You got me there,” and stood up, gathering the belongings that tumbled from their satchel.

Shane watched them, and smirked at seeing them covered in Earth matter-leaves, moss, dirt-it all seemed to have managed to stick to them as they tumbled down the tree. “You’re covered in dirt.”

“Oh, yeah I am.” The farmer brushed off their apron and body. Dirt, rocks, and leaves fell from their arms, but the moss stayed firmly attached.

Now with a clear view, Shane could see that their skin wasn’t quite right. It looked jaundiced from their shoulders down, where the color faded to a sickly vibrant green down to their finger tips. The moss had attached itself to their elbows and seemed to grow down to their fingertips. As the farmer moved about, their arms coming in and out of scattered streaks of moonlight, he could almost see it blinking at him. Was it growing on their arm? He blinked trying to make sense of it, “No, no I meant your arms have-“

“Oh, Hey Franklin.”

Shane’s jaw hung open on his words. Emerging from the Farmers.. arm moss?.. emerged a little frog. It opened and closed its mouth a few times before letting out a tiny ‘ribbit’.

“Yeah, I found this little guy a few weeks ago and he just didn’t want to leave. He likes to come with me on our nightly mushroom hunts.” Franklin went cross eyed as he focus on a little bug flittering past before catching it with a satisfying crunch. “Oh, that was a good one, Frankie.”

“Okay I’m gonna go now,” Shane regained control of his jaw, resolutely shoved his hands in his pockets, and started to turn away.

“Wait! You’re not gonna tell anyone my secret are you?”

“Tell them what, that you keep a secret frog hidden somewhere in your arm?”

“No, everyone should know about Franklin, he’s precious. I meant-you know what, can I just show you?” The farmer reached out their hand in an offer for Shane to grab.

He hesitated-he only barely knew the farmer, having really only seen them run past him at full speed with a pick axe held high above their head-but he was in desperate need of a distraction tonight.

The farmer, seeing his reservation, offered up, “come sit down with me, I’ll make us some tea.”

“I don’t drink tea.”

“Well I’ll tell you some of my other secrets?”

He was in too deep now, his curiosity overtaking his tentativeness, “Alright.” He accepted their hand; his fingertips flexed atop their hand, cushioned by the lush, damp covering of green.

Holding his hand, they led him to their crash-landing zone under the tree, where they sat down. As the farmer sat, legs tucked into each other, Shane thought he saw their body hesitate mid-air for half a second. He then was sure that he saw a little fairy ring of mushrooms pop out of the ground with a glimmering puff of orange dust as the farmers body finally made contact with the ground.

“Please, sit.” Shane pretended to not be concerned, but the farmer smiled to themselves as they spotted him cautiously glancing down to the ground as he gingerly lowered himself to sit. Satisfied, the farmer opened up their satchel and pulled out their trinkets for tea-two wooden cups, a shiny silver teapot with a mismatched spoon, and a box of vials and jars. Opening, smelling, taking, and closing the little jars, they began to make the tea. The beautiful earthy colors of the roots, grasses, and leaves peeled out over the edge of the cups. Craning their body, they reached over to the other circle of mushrooms where they crashed, and plucked a purple one.

As they filled the teacups, Shane watched in horror as the they grasped a moth straight out of the air, ripped a wing off, and shredded it into the two cups. He hoped to Yoba the ‘tea’ was done, but they pulled out one final vial. Swallowing, he asked, “Who’s hair is that?”

“Don’t worry about it.” The farmer pick up the teapot, cradling it in their palms. As the silver started to glow red hot, the farmers hair flew up, standing straight when the teapot began to steam. They poured the hot water into the cups.

“Okay, I get it, I know what this is.”

“What is?”

“I just had a few too many today, and I’m actually just super hammered right now and it’s making me see things. I’m gonna go to bed, now”

“But I didn’t see you at the saloon today?”

“Well, no, but if I think about it too much I’m gonna freak out a little bit,” he pushed his hands off to stand, “so I’m just gonna say that this isn’t real and-“

The farmer reached out their hand to him once more. He stood, frozen, as he watched twigs emerge from their fingertips, growing into branches, followed by leaves, and finishing with a delicate flower unfurling inches away from where he stood.

“It’s beautiful.”

“Take it.”

“Take it? But it’s.. attached.”

“Just take it,” the farmer smiled.

He picked it, cupping it in his palms, and brought it to his chest. He watched in awe as the flower petals began to sway, and tiny white fairies sprouted from the pollen. Transfixed, he stood holding his breath as the hazy creatures danced around the petals.

While he watched, eyes big and lit up, the farmer quietly pulled out from their satchel a little carved wooden chair. While Franklin hopped down and plopped onto the chair, the farmer plucked another tiny mushroom, removing the stalk, and tipped a mini-portion of tea from their cup into the cap. They handed it to Franklin who busied himself with dunking his head in and out of the tea and screaming into it.

Shane, remembering his need to breathe, finally gasped and attempted to sputter something intelligible out, but just as he thought of a semi-formed sentence, the dancing fairies suddenly burst into a frenzy of colorful fire. They continued their elaborate dance until the last of them fizzled out, and there was nothing left of the dancing flower except misty smoke and white ash.

“You can keep that-here, pour it into here,” they handed an empty vial to Shane, “sprinkle it on your doorstep and it’ll protect you and your loved ones.”

He did as he was told, not even questioning it at this point-he wanted to know more and how and why and what. Finished, he sat back down, facing the farmer, watching them lift the teacup to their lips. “So uh, does the tree thing happen a lot, or just at night, because I’ve seen you during the day and it doesn’t look like that.”

“No, you’re right, see the thing is, it’s when I- HHREEEEEEEEEK!”

Shane tumbled back in shock, catching himself with his elbows and hands. The farmer had let out an awful screech, showing their (formerly enchanting smile) now fanged row of gnarly teeth. In an instant, their eyes grew and melted into dinner plate-sized puddles of green. Shane yanked his head to match the direction of the farmers leer, where he saw a scruffy-looking opossum attempting to sneak their grubby hands around Franklin. The caught-and foiled-thief returned the farmers screech with a feral ‘hiss’ of its own, before it clambered back into dark bushes.

As quickly as the transformation happened, the farmer returned to normal just the same, meeting Shane’s stunned eyes with their own-now regular sized-smiling eyes. “Can’t be letting Franklin become someone’s snack, now can we?” They laughed and smiled to themselves, giving Franklin a little finger pat.

He was stunned, again. He blinked his way around the farmers face and body, searching for something that would make sense of his feelings. Was it repulsion? Fascination? Perhaps even a little attraction? The farmers little twinkling laugh would normally be very charming to him, but the circumstances of it were overwhelmingly frightening… if not still partially alluring. He settled his searching to focus on their smile-they offered it up so freely to him.

The farmer had waited for him to get settled back into a relaxed position before they continued, “Now what was it you were asking me, dear?”

“I was asking about your arms, that they normally aren’t literal trees,” he stoped, “dear?”

“Well, yeah. We’re friends now, aren’t we? Would you prefer me to call you something else?”

“… no, that’s fine.”

They sat together for a few moments in silence while the farmer drank their tea, and Shane gathered the courage to at least sip the leafy moth water. (It wasn’t good, but it wasn’t bad. He swished his tongue around his mouth to feel for any fuzzy winged remains, but couldn’t find any. It was smooth, and still hot. While he pondered, Franklin made a few flighty hops over to where his foot was resting, and jumped up onto his sneaker-he was trying to bite the laced up shoestrings.

He let out a little laugh-what a strange little animal. He looked up at the farmer and thought ‘what a strange little.. goblin.’ He let himself stare a bit-they didn’t seem to mind. They had taken off their hat by now, and revealed a pair of little pronged antlers that were hidden underneath. They were encrusted with clusters of crystals, which glittered with every turn and tilt of the farmers head. He continued to drink his tea, getting more accustomed to it with each sip, and watched the scattered moonlight refract off the crystals onto the ground. There, where the prismatic light met earth, a misting of teeny white flowers sprouted and bloomed. Shane had always been appreciative of the wonders of nature, but he had never seen it this beautiful. The farmer seemed connected to the earth, each breathing life into the other. It was humbling. And it-they-were beautiful.

The farmer finally caught his eye, and looked down, now a bit embarrassed. They didn’t mind the scrutiny-it wasn’t out of judgement, they knew, just curiosity. Truth be told, the feeling was more of self consciousness than anything. It was always daunting to show anyone their true selves, but to Shane? His gaze was so honest and searching that it was intimidating. Still feeling his eyes on them, the farmer briefly looked up through their lashes to give him a shy smile, and then turned their attention to the lake.

Shane broke the silence, “Any other goblins in their you wanna tell me about,” he motioned to the lake.

“Nah, that lake is occupied already.”

“Ah, I was just playing. Of course, it’s occupied with fish.”

The farmer was silent

He turned to them, only slightly panicky, “With fish right?”

“Mmhmm yeah fish, lots of fish.” They pursed their lips tight and took a nervous sip of their already empty tea.

Shane squinted to the water, studying it, and caught a glimpse of some bubbles rupturing on the distant surface. He scooted closer to the farmer.

With the shoulders pressed up against each other, the farmer reassured him, “Don’t worry, I got you,” and took hold of his hand.

Shane eased his body deeper against their shoulder with a sigh. He took a peek at the farmer’s face just in time to see an attractive blush warm their cheeks. He smiled, and rubbed his thumb over the tops of their knuckles. They sat together, watching the lake, while the moon rose higher in the sky.

“Did you call me a goblin?” The farmer broke the trance.

Shane let out a hearty laugh, “What other kind of magical creature sneaks around in the dark and scares neighborhood children?”

The farmer returned the laugh, and finger gunned once more, “you know what, you got me there again, Shane.” The pair filled the foggy air with the sound of their laughter, pushing their bodies still even closer together.

“If you don’t want your cover blown, you should probably stop doing that, you know, screeching at teenagers.”

“No, I don’t think I will,” the farmer said with a small growl and a wink.

It was Shane’s turn to blush, now. He looked down at their hands, still cupped together, and smiled. “What other magic secrets do you have?”

“ ✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ:* Let me show you.*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ “

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