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Lil Kelpy Net Worth, Real Name, Age, GF, Height, and Weight
Lil Kelpy is a rising rapper from the United States whose unique sound and style have made waves in the music industry. In this article, we will explore Lil Kelpy net worth, real name, age, girlfriend, height, weight, and music, as well as why he is quickly becoming a fan favorite.
Lil Kelpy Net Worth
NameLil KelpyNet WorthUSD 500,000-550,000 (approx.)Date of Birth2003Age20 years old as of…
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1, 4, and 11 for you Ex-Aid self-insert,, <:
how tf did you know i was thinking of her, are you psychic young man? :OOOO
give us a quick run down of your s/i!!
TEA!!!!!! Well it’s in two parts actually. Um, Tea’s real name is Thien but prefers going by Tea since she drinks it like water half of the time. She’s a game designer at Gemu Corp and is working on a monster capturing game known as Magical Monster Party, with the monsters all loosely based off of Nursery Rhymes. The game centers around the protag trying to tame/befriend monsters to make the village smile. Tea is sort of projecting in the game since she never really had a sense of happiness to call her own. She’s a very tired woman who becomes Kamen Rider Tamer. She has other forms based off of trading card games (I play Yugioh and Cardfight Vanguard, used to play Shadowverse) and a HOPA (Hidden Object Puzzle Adventure)/Mystery games because I adore HOPAs. I haven’t figured out her final form yet, but Imma figure it out…maybe…unless Leoring dies before such a thing.
Leoring aka Leo-tan is the Bugster adopted son of Tea. Baby boi baby. He’s the mascot of MMP and basically the ‘starter’, a lil manticore that wants to bring everyone happiness, including his very depressed creator. To go with the nursery rhyme theme, Leoring is based off of the nursery rhyme of the Lion and the Unicorn; during the beta testing of MMP, he had an elder sister that’s a kelpie like creature. She was going to be the mascot but Leoring was chosen because he’s a lot cuter; Kelcora is her name, Cora-chan! In the game, the monsters can switch between cute babeh to giant fuck-you monsters so when Tea henshins, Leoring goes to his battle mode which is a giant manticore. His goal was originally giving his momma happiness which turned into making everyone happy, and once his goal is finished…he’ll fade away, because he knows he will. It’s his destiny, born to die and die to be born.
Anyway pls protect the mother and son.
4.) what's a song that describes your s/i? even better if you have a playlist!
This is just Leoring singing and being the cutest fucking baby ever, do not fucking tell me otherwise.
I haven’t found one for Tea just yet though, alas.
11. What is your S/i afraid of:
Tea: Letting go of Leoring. She knows it’s going to happen, she’s made her peace with the fact her baby boi is gonna die in her arms one day. She also is generally slightly afraid of the dark and spiders.
Leoring: He acts like he doesn’t fear much but he does, quite a bit. He puffs out his chest to look brave but…even though he’s come to terms with his death, what he fears is leaving everyone behind. Especially his momma, he’s watched her grow into a powerful woman and he’s proud of her. Oh and vacuums. He tends to cry whenever he hears a vacuum go off.
#ask games#do not get me STARTED on tea and leoring they make me very emo esp when we get to the ships
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Scars and Scales... and Feathers?!
(This a lil AU thing I have have had for a while. May make more, idk. Character used as the kelpie reader is my friend @ikari-shinsei‘s OC. Original story is Scars and Scales by @intistone, recommend you reading it will make you cry and the fluff will kill you and just, wholesome and traumatized kids, so yeah. Anyway, enjoy this lil shit of mine :))
'I am here, I am queer- what is happening here?'
Those were the first words Cameron, the kelpie who had pale skin, fluffy hair, brown eyes and a few freckles, heard when he woke up in the morning. He ran out of his room only to see his girlfriend Alanis looking at both siren kids, who are terrified as Hell might I say, of the new person, Moon growling and hissing while Sundrop is trying to hide himself. Meanwhile Alanis seemed to be having a crisis on her own, although silently. She was just... staring at the sirens.
She finally turns to Cameron and gives him a look of ‘What is this??’ and Cameron chuckles nervously.
“I can explain...” Cameron replied.
“Ya better cause I didn’t expect to come home to see two siren kids in a pillow fort. Cute but surprising.” Alanis said. “When-When did you find them?”
“Right when you left for your deliveries.” Cameron mumbled softly.
“Right after I left? Why does the interesting stuff always happens when I ain’t home?! Dang it.” Alanis huffed as she crossed her arms.
Despite being a grown woman, Alanis sometimes acted childish. Some find it weird, others endearing. Well, at least she wasn’t freaking out about the kids. Although knowing what she is, she doesn’t freak out over what is home but over the why and how.
“So, what are this kiddos’ names?” Alanis asked as she crouched to take a better look at the kids, wincing a bit when she sees their scars. “And where did you find them?”
“They didn’t really have names so I call them Sun and Moon.” Cameron said.
“Hmm, fitting.” Alanis said as she tilted her head at the kids, who tilted their heads like she did.
“I, uhh, well, technically Smokey, found them in a crate.” Cameron started explaining.
“A crate?” Alanis repeated, raising an eyebrow.
“Yeah, a wooden crate. They were inside and chained up with chains, cuffs and stuff.” Cameron said.
“I... see.” Alanis said while gritting her teeth, her eyes flashing white for a moment at the thoughts of the kids chained up and hurt.
The woman closed her eyes and hit her head softly before opening them again, eyes back to normal. She turned to Cameron.
“Has it been hard taking care of these two?” Alanis asked.
“A bit. They don’t really trust me but they are doing okay, I think. They have been eating at least but still gotta check on those wounds they have.” Cameron said before wincing.
“What?” Alanis asked, confused.
“I should have mentioned Moon is a biter.” Cameron said as he pointed at Alanis’ arm.
Alanis turned and saw Moon gnawing at her arm, and Alanis hadn’t really felt a thing until Cameron pointed it out. It didn’t really hurt honestly.
“Haha, ow. Okay then.” Alanis just chuckled at Moon’s actions. “Ya know, I met sirens like you kiddos, many times.”
Moon stopped gnawing at her arm and looked at her curiously. Sun did as well from the safety of their blanket fort, and so Alanis started telling some stories to them. Kids love stories anyways.
“Yeah, it feels just like yesterday when I met em! Real big, terrifying creatures, destroying the ships of those who entered their waters! It was only really to humans though, with other creatures they were real nice. I befriended some, years ago. I wonder how they are doing...” Alanis kept talking to the kids, she just loved talking.
Cameron just smiled at the sight, glad Alanis had taken everything well. Now it’s just to tell her why his arm is bandaged up. Hoo boy.
(Hope you enjoyed this lil story thing! I shall probably add more about Alanis and Cameron and their shenanigans with the kiddos! For now, good day/night/evening!)
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Hihihihi I'm being annoying 2 u now, bc I got 2 thinkin' of my ahit au, and dumb cat brain thought of our aus meeting how chaotic that'd be.
Kelpie and Hattie being a extrovert adopting a introvert, Tabby and bow (I don't remember ur bows name sorry) just having a normal fuckin conversation surprisingly, the two Mu's talking and HM!Mu just ramblings about flowers
Romeo would NOT like ur mb, especially since he seemed to hurt his kid making her run away Romeo does not stand by that (even if it was a accident) Cc needs 2 make sure he doesn't fuckin kill him.
HM! Snatcher would bully ur Snatcher,, no reason just vibes (my Snatcher is a dickhead lol). HM! Vanessa would try to get along with ur Vanessa the best she can.
Also the birds are just chilling, gay old men meeting trans fem & trans masc hostility? Yeah they'll be great
Sorry not sorry for babbling heheho :3
YESYESYES!!!
WE HAVE ALREADY ESTABLISHED KELPIE AND HATTIE ARE BFFS!!!!! SISTERS EVEN!!!!!!!
TABBY AND BELLA (her full name is Bella Beatrice Von Bonebelle Cook) ARE LEGIT THE ONLY CALM AND COLLECTED ONES. LEGIT.
MY MU WOULD GET SO ATTACHED YOU HM!MU ITS INSANE. THEN MY MU IS ALL LIKE "O btw im a eldritch horror and this isnt my real form, wanna see my real one?!?!?"
HOLY SHIT YES ROMEO BEAT ALESSANDRO'S ASS. (Thats my Mafia Bosses name!!) *insert Alessandro hissing at Romeo cause hes a fucking cat lol* ALESSANDRO WOULD FIND CC TO BE A LOVELY WOMAN AND TREAT HER WITH KINDNESS AND RESPECT AHAHAHA
My Snatcher would be so fucking done with HM! Snatcher BAHAHAH My Snatcher gets pissed off SO fucking easily so like there would be a teeny weeny little itty bitty fight lol-
If it was my PAST Vanessa pre-jealousy then yeah yeah HM!Vanessa and her would get along great!! If it was DEAD Vanessa then uhuhuhuuhuhhhhh.......No. no not at all. BAHAHHA
YES YESYES THE BIRDS ARE CHILLING. MY DJ IS TRANS AND CONNIE IS ALL LIKE "Trans? Mate, what. OHHH are you talkin' about TRAINS??? OHOHOHOOH I LOVE ME TRAIN SHE IS A BEAUTIFUL GAL AND-"....my Connie is a lil stoopid ♡
Ur florist and my florist....lets just say bad things happen.
ALSO YES KITTY PESTER ME MORE!!!!!!!!!!! MOREMOREMORE!!!!!!
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gay fairies
I wrote this gay ass story for a final if anyone wants a short little queer pick-me-up to read. It has sapphics and fairies and a cute lil happy ending. I’m not really a writer so go easy but constructive criticism is appreciated :)
it also has some google-translate Irish in it so if anyone speaks real Irish I genuinely apologize
Lavender Grass
My feet pounded across the ground, the bitter wind hard at my back as I crushed the long grass into a record of my path. I was barely taller than the grass myself but I pushed through, faster and faster, the sky above me gaping wide, the intricate stone crosses like trees arching over me. She was gaining. I kept going, the hard ground becoming harder stone underneath my small feet as I broke out of the long grass. I was almost there- the gate loomed in front of me, and a crazy grin broke out across my face. Just as I stretched my hand out towards it, I heard a buzz behind me and felt a pair of arms wrap around me. I let out a shriek as I was hoisted into the air, and began batting wildly at my captor.
“Ha! Gotcha!” I spun around to look my sister Nula in the face, and stuck my tongue out at her.
“You didn’t get me! You cheated! Wings aren’t allowed!”
She just grinned impishly at me, buzzing her wings behind her triumphantly. “It’s not my fault Mam hasn’t taught you yet, you’re too little. And you know we’re not allowed near the gate, so we both broke the rules, trioblóidí! It’s late, Mommy will worry if we don’t go home now.” She gave my dark curls an affectionate tousle, and started the flight back home still carrying me.
“Why doesn’t Mam want us near the gate anyway?” I asked as the long violet grass and graves passed underneath us.
“Because Mommy’s from there, and they kicked her out and hurt her.” Nula looked down at me seriously. “They’re not like us. They’re mean okay? And Mam just wants us to be safe.”
. . .
Nula set down as we reached home. It wasn’t big or showy, just a wooden house sticking up like an animal out of the long lavender grass. But as Mommy says, it keeps the wind out and the warmth in. I liked that I could see the ocean on all sides from the roof, and wave hi to the kelpies in the mornings. I liked that we had cows and goats and jackalopes, and that Nula and I got to name them. I liked the fluffy pillows that Mam made for us and our big fireplace. It was home.
“Dia duit mo pháistí!” Mommy greeted us from the porch, holding my little brother Rhys in one arm and churning butter with the other. I squirmed and Nula set me down.
“Nula cheated and flew again! It’s not fair Mommy!” I whined as I ran over to her and grasped her skirts. “Why can’t I learn to fly yet! Why not, why not, why not!
“Sage you’re such a tattletale.” Nula muttered.
Mommy sighed, letting go of the churn and looked down at me. “Mo stór, be patient. Your wings aren’t big enough yet.”
I pouted. “Well fine! If I can’t fly yet I want to go through the gate!”
She blanched immediately, her normally warm round face growing cold and her tone deadly. “Sage you absolutely may not go through that gate. I don’t even want you near it! Why are you bringing this up now?”
My righteousness subsided as I saw how serious she was. “Nula said you used to live there.” I mumbled, looking down at my feet. “She said they were mean to you.”
Mommy sighed, melancholy now. “They were mo stór, they were.”
I looked up at her hopefully, settling myself next to her the way I do when she reads us stories by the fireplace.
She laughed wryly as Nula sat at her other side, face curious.
“Alright mo dhualóga, I suppose I can’t keep it from you forever. I will tell you everything . . .
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I grew up in a sad little town called Aineolach across the wall. The other side of the wall isn’t like here; the grass is green and there’s only one moon. No one has wings or tails or horns over there, they all look like me. And they are bitter, for somewhere deep within themselves they know they are missing something, but they don’t know what. So they take and take from the world, but they remain unfilled and eventually take it out on one another.
I had four brothers and two sisters back in Aineolach, and all three of us girls shared a bed in our home. We had four walls, which is more than could be said for many people of the town, but they were worn walls and badly patched, and the wind still came in through the cracks. My sisters Ana and Neasa were the only things keeping me warm some nights. Ana and I were inseparable, she was older than me but we were the closest in age of all the siblings. My mom called us her cailíní fiáine- her little wild girls, because we had a reputation for always running off to dance and play in the woods, collecting flowers and pretty rocks and herbs. The space underneath our bed gradually filled with our little treasures.
Neasa however . . . well, she was younger than us and she got left behind a lot. I think perhaps it made the bitterness grow faster in her.
As we got older, things changed. Crops started going bad, livestock got sick, people started whispering. They were suspicious of Ana and I, how free we were, how comfortable in the wild where the fae roam. They said perhaps we had angered something old.
It never bothered me much, but Ana started staying home more often. She started working in the shop in town, hanging out with the other shop girls and twittering about boys. I didn’t see the appeal personally, so I went to the woods on my own. Months passed, and Ana fell in love with the blacksmith's son. I still didn’t get it, but I suppose he was tall and nice and such. Sometimes the three of us would all hang out and feed the ducks, and it was always a good time. It made Ana happy that me and him got along.
But one day, a carriage rolled into town. A duke, passing through on his way to the city. I remember his fancy shoes and his lumbering walk, how he looked at everything as though he could own it with a snap of his fingers. I guess he felt that way about people too, because the moment he saw Ana he felt she should be his. He offered our father a massive sum of money, and before either Ana or I or the blacksmith's son knew what was going on, she was engaged to the Duke.
I held Ana that whole night as she cried. Shaking, she whispered to me through sobs that she didn’t know what to do, that she was pregnant with the blacksmith’s son’s child and she didn’t know what would happen if the duke or anyone found out. I held her until she fell asleep, whispering “it’ll be alright. You’ll be alright. I’ll fix this.”
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That night after Ana fell asleep I went into the woods. Unlike my usual walks, my steps were purposeful and my path was direct. My feet led me deeper and deeper until I reached an iron gate, twisted and rusted with age, only standing with the help of a nearby oak tree that had begun to grow around it. I had happened upon this gate years ago with Ana, but when we discovered it she had immediately pulled me back in fear.
“Look at those!” She had pointed frantically to the little ring mushrooms that grew around the tree and gate. “This is obviously fae land. If we get any closer they’ll take us away and we’ll never see home again. Let’s go.” I had let her pull me away, but I couldn’t help sneaking looks back as we left.
Now however, there was no one to stop me. And I needed to save my sister. So with a trembling breath, I stepped over the mushrooms. Instantly, my vision went white. When I could see again, I was still in the ring of mushrooms looking at the gate, but everything around me was different. The grass was purple, and twice the amount of moonlight shone down upon me. A sweet voice sounded from behind me, and I spun around- coming face to face with the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen. She was talking, but I couldn’t process anything she said because I was too overwhelmed looking at her. She looked like a human, but somehow more alive. Her eyes were deep dark brown, the color of the soil and dark wood. Her hair was short like a boy’s, revealing pointed ears poking out between her curls, and I could have sworn her teeth were sharper than normal.
“Sorry, what?” I said, still dazed.
She gave me a concerned look. “I said hello.”
“Hi,” I managed to squeak back.
She squinted her big eyes at me, concerned. “Are you okay? We don’t get a lot of humans here. Are you lost?”
“No,” I said, taking a deep breath and steeling my resolve. “I’m here for a favor.”
At those words, an impish smile curled on her face. “I see. I am called Wren. And your name?” She reached out her hand, her unusually long fingers beckoning.
I slapped it away on instinct. “I’m not stupid. I wouldn’t give a fae my name. Call me whatever you like. I need you to help my sister and I can pay.” I thrust a bag of coins at her shocked face.
“Alright trioblóidí, relax.” She laughed, easily brushing off her surprise and pushing away my hand. “I will help. But your human money is no good here. I want that.” She pointed to my bracelet, a gift from Ana.
“It’s worthless.” I insisted.
“It’s sentimental. It has magic. And I’ll need a link to your sister if you want my magic to help the right person.”
I handed it over reluctantly.
“Okay, i'll see what I can do. But I must warn you, magic doesn’t always turn out how you or even I want it too.” She said, dark eyes holding mine.
“Now, you must go. The longer humans stay here, the harder it is to leave. If you need me again, just come to the gate and say my name.” And with that, she put a finger to the center of my forehead, and pushed me back. My vision went white, and I awoke the next morning in my bed, my heart pounding and my wrist bare.
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The next day, the news travelled around our village faster than a dragonfly in spring: the count had fallen ill, and would be staying at the local healers house until he recovered. Or until he died, I thought. But I had enough sense to keep that to myself.
Ana was overjoyed. She and the blacksmith's son had enough time to run away to the next town over, and when they returned married, no one, not even our father, could do anything about it. I was so happy for her, really I was. But soon, she moved into a new house with her new husband: leaving me stuck with Neasa in the cold.
And so, the months passed. The duke did recover, but left town immediately, having forgotten completely about Ana. The harvest came and went, scarcer than ever. Ana lived her new life, and I stayed stuck in mine. I retreated to the woods more and more, unable to stop thinking about the gate and the fae girl and her dark eyes, but also unable to find the gate again.
One night, Neasa woke me from a nightmare, her thin hands pushing at my back. I turned to look at her angry face. “You’re keeping me up with all your whimpering! What has gotten into you?”
“Nothing. It’s not important.” I said.
Her young face scrunched itself into an unpleasant scowl as she looked at me. “I know you’ve always hated it here. You don’t talk to anyone but Ana, you’re always alone in the woods. Dad says you probably messed with spirits and got replaced by a changeling or something. But I think you’ve just always been a freak.”
At the time, I was too frustrated, too young and too tired of feeling trapped and bored with life to respond to Neasa with patience. I’ll probably wonder forever if things could have been different if I’d been more mature. But instead, I snapped.
“I’m not a freak!” I yelled. “You don’t even know anything Neasa! You’ve never left this stupid town and you probably never will. You’re just gonna be running around after people who don’t want you for the rest of your life. I’d rather be a freak than pathetic.” Without stopping to look at her face, I grabbed my cloak and boots and stomped out into the night air, letting my feet take me to the trees, and down path after path after path, until I stumbled upon a twisted gate.
“Wren?” I whispered uncertainly.
For a moment, nothing happened. Then with a flash of white she was there, standing in the circle of mushrooms, hair wild and eyes dark. She smiled when she saw me. “Hello again trioblóidí. Come to tell me your real name?” She joked.
I couldn’t help it, I started crying. Fat tears rolling down my face as I started talking about Ana leaving, and Neasa, and how everyday there was less food at home. Wren’s eyes widened, and she pat me on the shoulder uncertainly as I rambled.
“And I just know I’m going to be stuck there forever! Until I have to marry some slimy village boy and then I’ll be stuck at his house forever, cooking and cleaning and - oh my god - having his KIDS-“ with that, Wren pulled me into a tight embrace as I continued to cry.
Eventually, my tears turned to sniffles, and the embarrassment caught up with me. “I’m so sorry.” I said, hiding my face in her shoulder. “I know we’ve only met once, it’s just you’re the only person I know who doesn’t live in my village- and all of them think that settling down and marrying, ugh . . . A boy is the pinnacle of happiness and I just-“
She cut me off gently, “Hey, hey, it’s okay. I don’t - I don’t necessarily know how to help with this one, but if I can, I will.”
I peeked up at her. “Do you think you could tell me about that place I met you? With the lavender grass? Then I can, I don’t know. Imagine I’ve been somewhere besides these woods and home.”
She smiled, and we spent the rest of the night leaning against a nearby tree and talking about our homes and where we’d go if we could go anywhere.
As the sky grew light and the sun began to filter through the trees, I got up to go home. “Sorry again- but also thank you. For everything.”
She stretched and grinned, showing off rows of pointed teeth. “If you really want to thank me, you could give me your name.”
“Not likely, fae.” I teased
“Alright trioblóidí, up to you.” She grew serious then. “But listen, if you ever need to get away for real you can come with me. Home, I mean. My home. Only thing is . . . For a human, it’s hard to get back once you stay. So be sure.”
I wanted to. I really wanted to, but - “I can’t. I can’t leave my sisters”
“I understand.” She turned back towards the tree, and I watched as two beautiful, shimmery dragonfly wings stretched open behind her.
I gasped “are those-“ but she just threw a wink my way over her shoulder, and flew past the gate and out of sight.
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Days stretched into weeks and weeks into months, and spring and summer came and went. I spent nearly all my free time sneaking out to talk to Wren and helping Ana with my new niece. I was happier than ever, even as things continued to grow worse in the village. Food was scarce, tensions were high, everyone was suspicious of each other. There was nearly a fistfight in the middle of the town square as a farmer accused his neighbor of stealing his cow. The cow in question was found a day later, and it turned out the farmer himself had left the back gate unlatched, but not even that revelation got him to apologise.
Since our fight, Neasa refused to talk to me. I tried to explain myself, tried saying sorry, but she would only stare at me in stony silence. I gave up after a while, too preoccupied with my newfound positivity to worry about her. She’d always been stubborn and volatile, but she usually forgot about things once she had a new person to direct her anger at, I was sure this time would be no different.
As the first cold winds of fall blew in, an early frost came with them. The frost covered the fields, rotting the fruits on the trees and decimating the crops. It was the last straw. Devastated, everyone gathered in the town square, screaming and shouting at each other, clamoring to blame or to weep or to prophetize our doom the loudest. I stood on the outskirts of the crowd next to Ana, who was holding my hand and her baby with equal fervor.
Suddenly, a voice echoed from behind us. Slow, and dripping with satisfaction, it carried over the noise of the crowd with ease.
“I know why this is happening.”
Silence.
“I know who did this.”
I turned around.
It was Neasa, a sharp smile on her face, vainglorious with the weight of all eyes on her for the first time. She walked slowly to the middle of the crowd, villagers parting like the Red Sea. Was she holding something?
“Someone in our village has cursed us.”
Gasps and mutters throughout the crowd. I stood up on my tiptoes to try and get a better look at what was in her hands.
“Think about it, what kind of person goes into the woods at all hours? Is strange and antisocial? Rejects all normal ways of life?” She smiles, drawing it out and holding the crowd rapt. “A witch of course.”
I spot the items in her hands. Dread shoots through me.
“And who do we know like that?” She turns her eyes on me and the crowds’ follow.
“I would hate to implicate my own sister in this foul act of magic, but alas, the evidence is overwhelming.” All eyes turn back to her as she dumps the collection of herbs and rocks from under our bed onto the ground.
“She collects these materials to bring back here and concoct nefarious spells and curses. She is responsible for the sickness that befell the count, who would have brought us prosperity and wealth. She blatantly runs wild in the forest cavorting with the fae. I’ve seen it myself!” Neasa shouted triumphantly, pointing at me. The crowd began to edge away from me, staring at me angrily, whispering agreement.
She must have followed me that night after I yelled at her. I looked frantically at Ana, who was staring at me with a scared look on her face.
“It- it’s not true! I sputtered “listen, all that stuff- it’s just stupid trinkets Ana and I found when we were kids, it’s not, I’m not- Ana tell them!”
Ana stepped forward to defend me, but Neasa interrupted again.
“I have proof.”
She held up a small, perfectly white mushroom. Unmistakably from a faerie ring. The crowd erupted, but I didn’t hear anything. I just looked at Ana, pleading.
She looked back at me. Then, down at her baby. Back up at me.
She let go of my hand.
All the noise came rushing back to me, as Ana was swallowed by the crowd and angry villagers crowded my vision. I stared back blankly, as people I’d never met screamed at me for the death of their livestock, for their child falling ill, for the bad crops and the cold and the wind and all the things they couldn’t control.
It struck me then, that these people never got much of a choice in their life. The world so rarely gives people like us that courtesy, most people are only ever able to take what they are prescribed or what they can take from other people. But I had a choice that none of them would ever get, and I was wasting it staying here, when nothing was left for me anyway.
I bolted. I could hear shouts coming from behind me, the clanging of metal, stomping, the fizzle of fires being lit. My feet carried me through the grass and up the hill to the tree line. I was already panting but I pushed through, faster and faster, the trees arching over me. A crazy grin broke out across my face as I realized I’d never have to go home again. I hit a root and fell hard, but managed to kick off the underbrush along with my shoes and keep going. They were gaining now, but all I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears and the promise of a new life. I was almost there- the gate loomed ahead of me and I shouted “Wren!” In a split second she appeared before me, all wide eyes and sharp teeth.
“trioblóidí, what the hell?” She exclaimed as I barreled toward her, finally slowing to collapse into her arms.
“I want to go.” I said, breathing hard.
Her eyes softened, “are you sure?”
No hesitation. “Yes. And my name is Fiona.”
“Fiona.” She repeated. I nodded, and reached up to kiss her as we disappeared through the gate.
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“And that, is how I met your Mum.” Mommy finished, smiling at us.
“That’s soooo romantic!” Nula sighed dreamily.
I just stuck my tongue out and wrinkled my nose. “Gross. Kissing.”
Mommy chuckled as Nula called inside. “Mum did you hear that! Mommy says you were like a hero!”
Mum emerged from the house, her dark curls blowing slightly in the wind, wings stretched behind her. She looked fondly down at Mommy, and planted a kiss on her forehead. “If you think I’m the heroic one, you should hear about all the adventures we went on after your mommy came back here with me! She’s the brave one for sure.”
Nula’s eyes lit up, and I knew we’d soon be hearing the whole thing.
“Okay tell us! But leave out the kissing.” I demanded. Mommy laughed, and grabbed Mum’s hand as we drew closer.
“Alright trioblóidí, I will tell you everything . . . “
#short story#gay#queer#queer romance#gay romance#sapphic#creative writing#fairy#fairytale#fae#faerie#sapphic fairy#lgbt#lgbtq#lgbtq writers#irish#lgbt writing
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misc m&l post for the gang
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mochi:
- LOVES fish. she would eat fish every day if it was nutritionally acceptable. she loves poke with rice the best. shrimp is a close second
- limes grandfather owns a boat at the docks and goes fishing some afternoons. he has lime give mochi some fish and she gets EXCITED. nothing makes her happier than when lime comes in the door with a big cooler and a shit eating grin
- there's a bunch of cats around the mochi shoppe. its like a cat cafe. they say its because mochi used to feed the cats the leftovers and now they won't go away, but in reality, the cats are just drawn to the cat witch
- but, mochi does feed the cats the leftovers
- mochi gets real cat ears and a tail once and month, and all her magic is gone for the duration of the event (usually about 12 hours dusk to dawn) (it manifests physically so she cant use any magic)
- and its hilarious because shes much more cat-like than usual. if you use a laser pointer she will jump on it with very dialated pupils
- she also purrs. lime climbed in her bed and rubbed her ears once(1) and she purred for one(1) second and now he will never let it go. he locks her in a hug to hear her purring on him. she cannot hold her breath forever
- always grumbles and resists when lime hugs/snuggles up to her, calling him a jerk or whatever but she secretly likes it. cant tell him that though so she pretends she doesnt (hes demanding and cocky so he ignores her grumbling and shes thaknful for that)
- mochis room has a lot of plants on her shelves and windowsills and walls. turns out its great to keep a lot of plants around for spell ingredients. and her room smells great
- mochi no like banana
- she and lime bring each other food everyday. he brings them bao buns or some sandwhiches for lunch and she brings desert cakes (his favorite are chocolate or coffee) and mochi ice cream
- mochis schedual (limes too) is basically to wake up early -> help her mom set up shop -> go to school -> come home and work in the shop until 5-6pm and then her and lime go hang out/do homework
- her favorite thing is when they go to the marketplace together to go shopping for groceries. sometimes they go to the starbucks next to the beach and watch the sunset. its a nice and warm aesthetic
- puts stickers in her spellbook
- uses her one hairtie for every hairstyle
lime:
- has a dog. its a brown austrelian kelpie mix and hes adorable. his name is almond and lime loves him very much
- his family got him as a puppy when lime was 12 when someone was giving away puppies at the supermarket parking lot.
- hes an excited pupper, very loyal and loves to play fetch. he runs around chasing cats and especially chasing pom. pom hates his ass with all her being
- mochi thinks hes cute, but thinks he can be a bit of a hassel. ofc seeing the cute doggo jump and slober all over lime is adorable so she accepts it
- lime is good in every school subject, but lies about it so he has a reasonable excuse to hang out with mochi. “yyyyeah i failed that last test so uhhh looks like ill have to come over to your house so you can tutor me hahahaha” (he used this a lot when they were just becoming friends)
- hard hitter. he makes the most home runs during baseball games. the rest of the team debates if he could theoretically decapitate someone
- when mochi gets her cat ears once a month lime calls her “kitty” and uses an exessive amount of cat puns.
- never brings an umbrella ANYWHERE. he would have to run back to his house after going to the gym and was soaked by the time he got there
- and then would find mochi in the greenhouse, and proceed to harass her with sloshy soaked hugs while she struggles to get away
- is actually pretty repesctful of boundaries. if mochi told him she didnt want him to do something anymore, he would stop. and she knows that too, which is why he keeps harrassing her despite her mild protests (he’ll harass her until she seriously asks him to stop)
- no one at school knows where mochi and lime live. they purposely dont tell anyone at school just so all the girls dont come and crowd the shops just to hang out with him
- hes a little bit of a horndog for mochi. (it gets way worse when he realizes he loves her later on)
- cant braid anything to save his life. tried to braid mochis hair once after she gave him a tiny braid. he failed pretty bad
coco:
- part of the track team. shes one of the fastest runners they have. her and lime are more athletic while mochi and oscar are more of the book/nerd types.
- goth jock (kinda. she wears a lot of monochrome to make her hair stand out)
- she has a pet bird she keeps in her apartment for company!! its a whiteface cockatiel she named “Wing crosby.” shes too embarassed to tell anyone its name so she always panics and says like “john” or something
- acts all cocky all the time, but is actually afraid of a lot of things. she doesnt like heights. or scary movies. or the dark. or wind. shes the biggest scardy cat in the group, but she tries to hide it constantly
- pretends to be annoyed when oscar asks her to come ghost hunting with him, but she actually kind of enjoys it. she likes going through the comments on the youtube videos later and see everyone complimenting her. plus she gets a boost of ig followers
- she seems to pick on oscar more and more as time goes on. when mochi asked her why, she said “......you know that feeling when you see a really cute dog and you just wanna squish its face in your hands?????? yeah.” she thinks hes adorable. puppy. she doesnt know how to express any emotion other than ridicule.
- has a skateboard. skateboards around all the time. is actually not bad at it
- manages to get starbucks every morning somehow.
- the one girl who always brings her aesthetic tumbler of coffee with the plastic straw to classes in the morning
oscar:
- has a habit of putting his feet up on his desk. que coco whacking his muddy boots away with a magazine
- has two brothers, milo(older) and roland(younger) and a sister on the way. roland is the most musically gifted, but their whole family is pretty good.
- they live out in the countryside so they can generally make a lot of noise without anyone caring.
- they tease oscar about “having no music talent” (he can only really play the ukulele a little), but really hes the best singer in the family. they dont tell him so it doesnt go to his head
- oscar lives near a river/lake, so he takes a small boat out and goes fishing sometimes. he just chills in the boat with his lil fishing hat and hums quietly.
- he actually has a big scar on his cheek, which is why he has that bandage thing there. he was in an accident when he was young that left a pretty deep scar there from stitches, and hes really self-concious of it
- pulls his hood over his head when hes embarassed/upset
- his father is a wood-worker. they make a bunch of premium custom furniture and actually have a pretty successful business. oscar is the only son whose actually taking over the business
- and oscar is REALLY good. he made their kitchen table out of a bunch of wood scraps and it looks AMAZING. he just laughs it off as “nah its nothing compared to my dads work”
- the only one in the group with his whole family in-tact.
- has a tv set up in the woodshop so he can watch stuff while he works. its actually more of a hobby for him at this point before he actually starts working on orders
- panics a lot once he realizes he likes coco. he pulls a dipper and makes one of those stupid long lists once as a self-guide on how to talk to coco because hes so nervous
- made coco a little birdhouse for her bird once as a surprise. it was a nice little house painted black/dark gray on the outside, and a bright blue on the inside to match her aesthetic. she pretended to be like “its ok” but was tearing up a little
#the misc adventures of mochi and lime#mochi#lime#coco#oscar#limochi#oscoco#bpp#bullet point post#text#long post
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Meeting the Others 1/2
"YA Sure AbOut thiS, RuSty? I Ain't Sure them fOLkS'LL Like me."
"For the lxst time, my nxme is Musrio. Yes, I'm sure. You need to meet the others, lest this whole story fxll xpxrt xnd we repext whxt hxppened x thousxnd yexrs xgo. Ribbit."
"DO whAt nOw?"
"Forget it, we're here."
Musrio and Rufuss stepped out into the field where the rest were waiting. Makeno and Corden stood together, while Gehero and Vornik were chatting amicably nearby. The conversations ceased when the other two approached.
Makeno crossed his arms, his fins twitching.
“You AgAin? WhAt do you wAnt?” He demanded. Musrio rolled his eyes.
“Still upset thxt I threw you when we met? Get over it. You’re the one who touched me.” Musrio said shortly. Makeno growled under his breath; Corden laid a hand on his shoulder.
“Ken, drop it.” he muttered. Musrio watched them for a moment, before he took a deep breath.
“Xnywxy, I wxnted to introduce the newest troll in our group.” He gestured to Rufuss, who shyly tipped his hat.
“HOwdy. NAme’s RufuSS WAcObA.” He said, his fins wiggling. Makeno’s own fins perked up.
“Hey, Another seAdweller! FinAlly!” He grinned.
“He’s a mu?an?.” Vornik said, surprised, as he tipped his head to the side. Rufuss’ smile faultered.
“Ah... yeS, I Am.” He took a step back.
“8. Vornik m3ans no harm. H3 is an oddity, too. .8″ Gehero assured him. Rufuss blinked.
“I’m a limeblood.” Vornik explained.
“Oh! WeLL, Ain’t thAt neAt.” Rufuss said, his posture relaxing. He looked around at them all, “WhO Are yOu fOLkS, if I cOuLd ASk?” he added.
“I’m MAkeno FAslet,” Makeno told him, “I run A restAurAnt by the seA.” He gestured to Corden, “This is my morAil, Corden BlAlit. He’s A robot.” Rufuss looked Corden up and down, confused.
“He iS? Sure dOn’t LOOk Like One.”
“I’MM working on it.” Corden said coolly. He pulled up his sleeve to show his metallic arm. Rufuss’ eyes widened.
“Ain’t thAt neAt!” He repeated. He looked at the other two, “And yA’LL?”
“Vornik Gorsin, your lo¿al wild man.” Vornik grinned, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.
“WiLd mAn?”
“I live in a ¿ave.”
“Oh.”
“8. And I’m G3h3ro Urfath; I’m a gard3n3r. .8″ Rufuss perked up.
“YOu Are? I’m A rAnchin’ mAn mySeLf! YOu gOt Any critterS?”
“8. Four m3ow-b3asts. .8″ Gehero told him, beaming.
“NeAt!”
“Yes.” Musrio suddenly cut in, sounding bored, “Xs ‘next’ xs thxt is, Rufuss, you should know he’s Hounding’s decendxnt.” Rufuss froze. Gehero ducked his head, looking uncomfortable.
“8. ... That’s not som3thing I’m proud of. I hat3 him, and I hat3 that I say that, but I do. .8″ Gehero said quietly.
“Oh, yeah, who’s your an¿es?or_??” Vornik asked the cowboy.
“Mr. BLuegiLL WAcObA.” Rufuss told him. Makeno’s fins twitched.
“Bluegill, the country singer?”
“YeSSir. YOu heArd O’ him?”
“I leArned to plAy A piAno coVer of ‘Broken Spurs’.”
“Ain’t thAt-”
“Sxy ‘xin’t thxt next’ one more time xnd I’m going to hit something.” Musrio huffed. An awkward silence fell, before Corden piped up.
“Do Bluegill and Hounding have soMMe kind of past?” He prompted. Rufuss gave him a thankful look, relieved the moment had passed.
“YeSSir, Mr. BLuegiLL rAiSed him when he wAS A LiL tyke.” Gehero raised his head, surprised.
“8. Oh? .8″
“YepperS, ‘cept Mr. BLuegiLL wrOte A SOng Mr. ArrAch didn’ tAke tOO kindLy tA.ShOt ‘im deAd in A pASture One night.”
“Arrach?” Corden wondered.
“ThAt’d be Mr. HOundin’S reAL nAme.”
“8. Arrach Urfath. .8″ Gehero said, rolling the name on his tongue. He shook his head. “8. I don’t lik3 it.”
The others voiced their own agreement. Rufuss tipped his hat again.
“‘S been A pleASure meetin’ yA’LL, but I gOttA get hOme tA feed the KeLpieS ‘fOre SunriSe.” He glanced at Musrio, who was fiddling with his amulet, “UnLeSS yOu gOt sOmethin tA sAy?” he added. Musrio glanced up at him, then looked around at the others.
“Yexh. I know none of you understxnd the point of these meetings xnd xll, but I promise they’re importxnt. You’ll understxnd eventuxlly. Ribbit.” He said. He met Makeno’s eyes. “Xs for you, Mr. Fxslet, I’m sorry.” Makeno blinked, surprised by the apology.
“Uh... It’s fine, I guess. It didn’t reAlly hurt-”
“No, not for thxt.” Musrio interrupted impatiently, “For who is coming soon. Tell Ruthless it’s necessxry they’re here, xnd xsk him not to kill them when they meet.”
“WhAt-?”
Musrio turned and walked off before he could finish, leaving the others to share confused looks.
#makeno faslet#corden blalit#vornik gorsin#gehero urfath#rufuss wacoba#musrio almawt#story time#meeting the others#foreshadowing#long post
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