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jinxhallows · 1 year

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ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ | ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

☾ -- ɪᴄɪɴɢ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴄᴀᴋᴇ

ᴊᴀᴄᴋsᴏɴ ᴡᴀɴɢ x ғᴇᴍ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ᴄᴏɴᴛᴇɴᴛ ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢ: ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ, 𝟷𝟾+, ᴀʟᴄᴏʜᴏʟ ᴜsᴇ, ғᴏᴏᴅᴘʟᴀʏ, ᴇsᴛᴀʙʟɪsʜᴇᴅ ʀᴇʟᴀᴛɪᴏɴsʜɪᴘ

ᴡᴄ: 𝟸.𝟹ᴋ

So I wrote this originally in a discord brainrot with @gdragonsideburns (who ALSO WRITES INCREDIBLE SHIT) because although I am a smooth 30, I'm currently driving this song into an early grave and it made me think of Jackson Wang in the jungle? Do Jackson Wang fics even exist on here? Well, here's one.

"Dearest old man, on this most joyous occasion of your birthday, I bring forth a small token of my affection."

You call out teasingly in an over the top accent, and carefully place the delicate porcelain plate onto the table, adorned with a magnificent gourmet cupcake, a tropical wonder, complete with a sparkler glowing brightly at its center. The chocolate syrup on top of the plate spells out a heartfelt message from the resort staff,

"Happy 29th Birthday, Jackson Wang from China."

His face lights up with an infectious grin as he reads the message out loud.

"Ah, that's definitely me," he exclaims, reaching out to blow the sparkler out like a candle. But to his surprise, it doesn't extinguish. He shakes it slightly and turns to you.

"It burns for twenty-nine seconds, because that's how old you are," you quip with a mischievous glint in your eye.

He looks at you in wonderment, his brows furrowing in confusion. "How do they get it to last exactly twenty-nine seconds?" he asks, genuinely curious.

You chuckle, knowing he's fallen for your playful trick. "They don't," you say, picking up the remaining sparkler and pushing the plate towards him. "You just believe anything I tell you."

He rolls his eyes, a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Now that's a lie. I don't believe 99.9% of what comes out of that pretty mouth of yours." With a cheeky grin, he dips his finger into the icing and taps your nose, before bringing it to his lips to savor the delicious taste.

“Thanks for thinking of me, baby.” he murmurs in a gentle tone, his eyes fixated on the delectable dessert before him.

The soothing sound of the rain pouring down through the dense Amazonian trees provides a tranquil ambiance. The floor-to-ceiling windows showcase the lush rainforest, with mist creeping up from the warm forest floor. You observe him as he peels off the cupcake paper, sinking his teeth into its side. The coconut shavings crumble onto his exposed tattooed torso. He brushes the crumbs off his skin, just below his navel, where his gray sweatpants meet his briefs, emitting a soft rustling sound. Tilting his head to the side, he takes another bite, letting out a satisfied "mm" at the delectable taste.

He glances over at you, oblivious to how enraptured you had become with his reaction. "Wanna try?" he offers, extending the cupcake towards you. However, you wave your hand, declining the tropical delight.

"I hate coconut flavored stuff," you make a face in distaste.

"Really? Since when? Why didn't I know that?" he queries, taking another bite and shaking his head to brush away the strands of chestnut brown hair from his face.

“Because thankfully, you’ve never fucked up royally enough to get me coconut flavored anything; and I love you all the more for it.” As you rise from your seat, you feel the cool, marble floor beneath the balls of your feet, and make your way over to the Bluetooth speaker. The room is sparsely furnished, and the sound of mellow Afrobeat mixed with R&B piano and the soothing notes of steel pans fills the air.

Suddenly, you feel something cold and flat pressed against your lower back, just above the curve of your hips. You look up at his reflection in the mirror, both of your gazes locking before your eyes fall to the bottle of patron silver he was conveniently using you as a table for; oh but Jackson’s a gentleman, he’s got himself pressed up against your ass, and your ample thighs; he’s keeping you nice and steady while he expertly pours a shot, which he sets down with a satisfying "clink" on the nearby table.

Jackson's second attempt at pouring is a bit messier, causing droplets of the cool liquid to splash against your warm skin, and you slightly jump at the feeling. It was the way the bottom half of your cheeks jiggled from underneath your shorts, however, that earned you a firm grasp and smack as he throws his shot back, relishing in the sight of your body responding to his touch. With a mischievous grin, he leans down to lap up the stray droplets from your lower back as you blissfully sigh from how good he was pressing all your buttons.

“Take your shot, I wanna test somethin’.”

He takes a step back, and you slowly stand up, tossing back the tequila before turning around to face him.

“Hear me out, try chasing with it.” He walks over to the table, and you admire the flexion in his back muscles as he moves. He picks up the cupcake, undeniably sexy as he licks it off his finger. He can tell he’s got you right where he wants you, your eyes never leave him.

“Chasing tequila, with a coconut cupcake? You’re gonna have to show me, ‘cause it’s not sounding too appealing yet.”

“I’m glad you asked, lie down for me sweetheart, let me show you exactly what I mean.”

As you crawl onto the plush mattress, Jackson follows suit, climbing on top of you. The sight of him, flushed from the drinks he had earlier, is enough to make your heart skip a beat. He chuckles at your confusion, but how could you not be confused? He's holding a half-eaten cupcake in one hand and a bottle of tequila in the other, straddling your body. But despite the mischievous glint in his eye, you can't help but find him utterly irresistible. In this remote, remarkable place, far away from the rest of the world, he has you all to himself, and he's clearly up to no good.

"Hold this for me," he says, handing over the cupcake. As you take it, he takes a thick swipe of icing from the dessert. He pushes the bottom of your tank top up just enough for the bottom of your breasts to peek out from under the black, scrunched fabric.

"Jackson, what are you--" you start to ask, but he interrupts you as he paints a straight line of icing down the midline of your stomach, stopping right at your navel. His eyes hold your gaze captive as he slips his finger with the remaining icing between your lips.

As you obediently suck on his finger, feeling the curve of his knuckle and the lines dividing his long digit into printed pads, he lets out a satisfied laugh and proudly declares,

"I thought you hated coconut flavored shit?"

You take his finger further into your mouth, coaxing it in with your tongue. Despite your initial reservations, you can't deny the pleasure you feel from this. He pulls his hand away from your oral fixation with a scoff and a smirk. Taking a swig of tequila, he looks down at you like you're his next biggest conquest.

Aries men have a thing for that – a conquest.

He dips his tongue into your navel, licking the sweet trail all the way up to where your shirt is bunched up. You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows and looking down at him knowingly. "You know exactly what you're doing," you say.

"I'm teaching you how to broaden your palate," he responds smoothly, wasting no time in taking the cupcake back from you and exchanging it with the bottle of tequila instead.

The cool air circling in the room feels extra sensitive on the wet skin of your stomach, and it turns your nipples into erect, sensitive nubs, poking proudly through the thin fabric of your tank. You push yourself up a little more, so you can sit up straight.

You look up at him as he holds the cupcake out for you to take a sample from. You swipe your finger in the thick, buttercream icing, and your eyes dance down his chiseled torso, deciding where you were going to take this experiment.

Your body is trembling with anticipation as you slide your fingers over the waistband of his briefs, feeling the heat radiating from his body. You lean in closer, the scent of his cologne mixed with the faint aroma of tequila and cupcakes filling your senses. Your tongue traces the trail of soft, delicate hairs leading down from his belly button, savoring the sweet taste of his skin.

You slowly trace a thick line just above his navel, reveling in the way his muscles twitch under your touch. You can feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin flushed and warm from the tequila. You trail the icing down his smooth, taut stomach, disappearing into the waistband of his briefs.

You can't resist the urge to pull them down just a little, just enough to expose the tempting V-line leading down from his abs. With a steady hand, you spread the remaining icing right where you want it. Jackson watches you with dark, intense eyes, his breaths coming in ragged.

Jackson’s eyes flicker with surprise and desire as he helps you by tugging at the sides of his pants, pulling them down even further. The sight of his hardness tenting the front of his sweatpants, the print pushing through the slate grey of his briefs, is almost too much for you to handle. He's always had an aura of mystery and excitement about him, and the way he's looking at you now only adds to his allure.

He sets the cupcake aside and lifts your face up to meet his gaze, you can feel your cheeks heat up under his intense stare. His hand under your chin is firm, holding you steady, but his touch is gentle. You can see the lust in his eyes, but there's also a hint of tenderness there.

"Give me the tequila, baby," he says, his voice low and husky. You hand him the bottle, your fingers brushing against his as you do. His tongue darts out to swipe over his lower lip, and you feel weak in the knees.

With a little squeeze of your chin, he prompts you to open your mouth, and you do so eagerly. You can feel the warmth of his body as he moves in closer, his hips tilted towards you. He's always found you uniquely stunning, in a way that appealed to him on a primal level, and right now, it's as though he can't resist the urge to explore every inch of you.

As you wait, your breath catching in your throat, Jackson's gaze flickers over your face and down to your lips, before he takes a long swig of the tequila first. He swishes it around in his mouth before swallowing, and he pours a stream of it into your open mouth, letting go and allowing you to cringe as you push it down your throat. You quickly stick your tongue out, desperate to get rid of the alcohol taste. You grab his pants, pulling him closer and licking the buttercream trail from his skin. You pull his briefs down, maybe a little too enthusiastically, to get to the rest, and his stiff cock springs out. The head is red, smeared with clear pre-cum that had oozed out while he was toying with you earlier.

As soon as you felt the cool liquor pass your lips, your mouth began to water. You take him in, savoring the feel of him filling your mouth. His substantial length stretches you, and you wrap your lips around him tightly, feeling every ridge and vein as you slide him deeper into your mouth. As your tongue flattens against the bottom of his cock, he hisses at the sensation, his brows knit together in pleasure. His eyes close, and he accidentally holds his breath, lost in the feeling of your mouth on him.

"Damn, babe," he groans, his voice thick with desire. You can feel him growing harder inside your mouth, and you can't resist sliding your hand down to his base, following the thick curve of your lips with every suck. "Keep doing that, God, it feels so good," he pleads, his hips thrusting gently towards your mouth.

He probably shouldn’t, but he takes another shot anyway. He really does want to set the bottle down, but he can’t peel himself from between your pretty lips just yet. The way your intensity climbs as the liquor kicks in, you take his balls gently in your hand, using all the saliva that had pooled as lubrication to massage them.

His moans of pleasure fill the room, each one more intense than the last. With his hand covering his face and his other tightly gripping the tequila bottle, it was clear that he was completely lost in the moment. The air was thick with a heady mix of profanity, grunts, and gasps, all signaling his overwhelming pleasure.

“H-Hold on, hold on—” Jackson somehow finds the inner strength to breathe, to stop you from taking him directly off the edge a lot sooner than he had originally planned. He drops his hand, revealing his handsome face again. He stares at you with a look of utter desire and adoration, his eyes glazed over with pleasure. Beads of sweat drip down his forehead, his hair mussed and sticking to his skin in all the right places. His lips are parted, panting softly as he struggles to regain control of his senses.

His body is a work of art, every muscle defined and chiseled to perfection. The veins in his arms and neck pulse with intensity, a testament to the overwhelming sensations coursing through him. He looks like a god, a vision of pure masculinity and strength.

You can see the raw passion in his eyes, the way they fixate on you with such intensity that it makes your heart skip a beat. It's a look that says he wants you more than anything in the world, and nothing else matters in this moment.

“I wanna fuck you,”

He breathes out, pointing to the oversized window across from the bed.

“In the rainforest.”

☾ -- fin

#jackson wang #jackson wang x reader #jackson wang fic #jackson wang smut #got7 smut #got7 fic #jackson wang fanfic #jackson wang from CHINA #WHY DID I GO FERAL AND WRITE THIS OUT OF NOWHERE #i blame gdragonsideburns

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moonwatcher3 · 12 days

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possible hot take (Ive rarely interacted with the wof fandom till getting tumblr so i don’t know) but GOSH do i hate secretkeeper.

I know that she was trying to keep moon safe from the horrible nightwing island but hiding moon in a log in the middle of the rain forest? that just sounds awful, moon as a baby dragonet could’ve been eaten or harmed by animals that at the time were bigger than her, in *The Flames of Hope* when moon shares her story to convince freedom to let Luna and Dusky go we see that moon literally had to talk herself up to go get bananas. for any dragon with a normal life in the rain forest they would see a banana and maybe think “oh i’m hungry i’m gonna go get a banana!” but Moonwatcher had to tell herself that she would be okay if she went to get the bananas since her mom wasn’t there to go get them for her.

I admire secretkeepers determination to keep moon safe and healthy but i HATE how much it caused moon to grow up alone, through almost all her life, it affects moon socially and emotionally, Sectetkeeper told her to “stay secret stay hidden stay safe” so with the “stay secret” secretkeeper told moon that it would be dangerous if her mind reading powers were known among other dragons, but clearly it wasn’t because moons friends pretty quickly accept that moon can hear their thoughts (yes they do enjoy that moon was blocked out with the sky fire but still) so that means moon lived afraid of her powers being known for no reason

“stay hidden” moon was terrified of interacting with the students of Jade Mountain Academy because moon had only ever known her mother and then the rude nightwings that moved into the rainforest yes the dragonets of destiny too but they were busy with the school and holding up a whole kingdom so she really only had sunny and starflight, there wasn’t much secretkeeper could have done about this one since it would’ve meant loosing moon or possibly having to keep moon on the island so i’m not too mad about this one i guess

“stay safe” this is a good lesson yes but the way secretkeeper told moon this lesson was by showing her all the horrible things that could happen to her, that’s what really soils my mood too because moon was a happy dragonet sleeping next to her mother when she had hatched but when secretkeeper had to leave she filled baby moons mind with images of all the horrid things that could happen if moon didn’t stay hidden, moon was barely hatched that’s a horrible thing to do to your baby honestly

secretkeeper had good intentions yes but her execution was terrible and i feel like that’s what makes moon sometimes come off as too shy and a liar

sorry about the rant, couldn’t get this off my mind and i apologize for the possibly poor grammar i never memorized this stuff (i was too busy drawing💀)

#digital art #digital drawing #wings of fire #wof #wof art #wof design #digital illustration #digital painting #dragon art #for you #wof moonwatcher #wings of fire moonwatcher #moon #rant post #personal #personal rant #secret keeper

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kitsunezzz · 1 year

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a mossy mission

a tighnari x m! reader story

word count: 2.2k

(this was NOT proof read so if i made any mistakes please tell me! 😭)

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It all started when you was younger. Since you were younger, growing up in sumeru, you were surrounded by forest rangers and pure green. While growing up, you heard all kinds of stories and tales about the ruler, known as the Archon of sumeru. She was a kind god, who gave and saw friendship as the most delicate aspect of a human life. Because of her, nature was beautiful. you hoped to become a forest ranger, and study the forest some day. you thought “it would be fun..right??”

Well fast forward to the akademya where you were studying the forest as a scholar…well it turns out there is a filed issue called “the withering ''. The source of where it's coming from was being kept private, which was frustrating as someone deticating their entire future to becoming a forest ranger. You needed to get to the bottom of this, and quickly. The withering zones were taking up more and more of the forest, killing it off. This was worrying you, and obviously the other people studying the same prospect as you. That's when you met someone just like yourself, just as dedicated to our ranger studies; Tighnari. Tighnari was a well-qualified ranger in training. He was well known around the campus, and we quickly became close. you and him were both equally dedicated to our studies, and we graduated together. We soon got a decent job as forest rangers together. He soon got the lead ranger position, which was obviously an exciting event.

CH1. working together

It's been years since you started working together. He is one of the best co-workers and best friends you’ve ever had. It's really an honor working with him. Sometimes when you guys are off duty, the two of you go into the forest and study different types of fungi. You come back and usually do research on the fungi that was found, and maybe even cook it if it was edible for the human body. Oh yea speaking of humans…he's not fully human. He has some of the features of a fennec fox. He has tall, green ears and a fluffy green tail. His iconic features always stand out to passers and tourists, usually resulting in kids asking to pet his tail. It can be distracting during work hours, being stopped by a group of little kids and asking to pet his tail, but he usually puts up with it. Tighnari usually hates when people touch his tail or ears, but when you get close enough to him he is much more open. Sometimes, he gives into the kids out of pity. Usually he isn't the person for kids, but he is surprisingly good with them. I mean, who wouldn't wanna play with a half-fennec fox? He’s like a life-sized stuffed animal! Back to the point, you go on duty pretty often, so it's not uncommon to run into needy kids begging to pet him. Another thing Tighnari hates besides people touching his tail and ears is group photos. Oh god he hates group photos.. In most of your class photos throughout the years at the Akademya, he isn't in any of them. When he was in one, he wouldn't pay attention to the camera. He refused to give the camera his attention. So sometimes when people want to take a photo of him, it brings back memories of group photos. He despises when people point their cameras at him, acting like they have never seen a forest ranger with ears and a tail before. It bothers him that he can't be treated normally, but again being half fennec fox wasn't so bad. When it's a cold day on duty in the forest, he just puts his hands in his tail and it projects a comforting heat. He has obviously let you use his tail to warm your hands on such days like this, but it's not common for weather to ever get to the point of freezing. After all, it's the rainforest. It's only cold when it y'know..rains. Being Tighnaris best friend was like being friends with a giant teddy bear. He gave the best advice, and he was great at listening. It was even better since we actually enjoy our jobs.

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Well sooner or later he confessed to you that he had feelings for someone. you were super happy for Tighnari, cus you knew it's really hard for him to feel any affection towards anyone. The first question you asked was an easily guessed answer, but you were wrong.

“What's her name?” you said

“It's not a her” He replied.

You felt a gasp leave your mouth. Not a her? Does that mean that he is-

“I never told you earlier, and I'm sorry. I've liked you since our akademya days. Everything about you stuns me. Your work, your dedication,your friendship, everything. I wanted to tell you sooner but I never wanted to ruin our friendship. I dearly love you, and I hope you can say the same someday. I'll wait for you, and however long you would like.”

He was clutching his fingers, fiddling in fact, waiting for a response. You had to admit, you really did like him back. you’ve felt the same for a while, but you never wanted to say anything. Instead of replying, you cling onto him and give him a peck on the cheek. You finally find the right words to leave my mouth and you say

“Ready whenever you are, Nari”.

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It's been months since that happened, no, years. You guys spent all your time together and actually moved in with each other in the period of time. Tighnari treated Collei like a daughter, and Cyno like an uncle. Cyno always gave off the “uncle who should be in jail for violation of humor but isn't”. He's the type of guy to make the WORST jokes, as if he was reading a joke book and planning out each word by word just to tell the joke he wanted to. Every now and then, Cyno joined you and Tighnari on patrol. It was rare, because Cyno spent most of his time in the desert. Usually, the forest was a danger because of the major increase in the withering zones. You never thought much of it, because you were normally careful. When you went out in the forest alone, Tighnari would always be worried sick. He would call you nonstop and always check you up and down, making sure you were alright. Before leaving for a patrol alone, he always would check your bag making sure you were prepared for ANYTHING. On this particular day, You had lost something in the forest. you needed to retrace your steps, but you and Tighnari just got off patrol. It was a sulky, rainy day which meant in a couple of hours, the Forest rangers would send search parties in case someone needed saving from getting swept into the depths of the rainforest. You, Tighnari, and Collei usually led the parties, and a couple of times you have seen some Not-so-pretty sights. you yelled out to Tighari that you were going to go find something in the forest, and next thing you knew he had sprung to your front. He kept asking you questions like “what is it that you lost?” “Are you sure you are safe?”

you understand he was worried for you, But you knew you would be fine, or so you thought. He had begged to tag along but you suggested he wait back and get some rest before the next shift. He had finally agreed to letting you go, giving you a hug and showering you with kisses like it was the last time he would see you. you took his raincoat (because it's obviously more comfortable), and took off into the forest. you started retracing your steps, making sure to not miss anything. you were looking for a really important journal that you carried with yourself. It was full of all your notes and research since the akademya days. Surprisingly, you still used it.you just had to look for a dark magenta notebook with stickers and an Aranara keychain. The Aranara keychain made a little noise whenever it was clicked on the head. The deeper you got in the forest, the more motivation you lost. You were about to turn back until-

weep weep!! weep weep!

THAT WAS YOUR KEYCHAIN!..or so you thought…

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Tighnaris POV..

I was writing on my desk until I started hearing a noise. I looked over and saw a magenta notebook, with stickers and an Aranara keychain. Fuck. That was my lover's notebook, and they just went into the forest looking for it. It's been hours and they aren't back, something is wrong.

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[NAME]’s POV..

You followed the noise. You were SUPER happy to finally get your notebook back. you were SOOO happy that you didn't notice the forest around you turning brown..you felt a buzzing from your coat pocket, But you would pick it up once you got your notebook, you knew it was nearby. You finally found where the noise was coming from, but it wasn't your notebook? you took a closer look, and you froze. Shit. It was a fatui device. You picked it up. It looked almost like a bug? Odd…But as soon as you picked it up, you felt the world around yourself turn brown..it was a withering zone. You were so happy tramping through the forest that you didn't even notice…oh no. You felt an intense pain as you collapsed to the ground, with a tiny bit of blood leaving your mouth as soon as you hit the dry, withered soil.

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Tighnari’s POV..

I knew something was wrong; my lover always picks up. I called them over and over again, and no answer. I started panicking.

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Nobodies POV..

A commotion was interrupted in Gandharva Ville, By a familiar fennec fox calling for his watchers and search team. The search party for the forest has started. Collei and Tighnari lead the group, as they run into more withering zones. They take down the withering zones, until a foul smell comes along the trail. Tighnari shouted back for Collei to turn around and get the medical team, the party could smell that someone was injured. Tighnari and the search party helped up some lost travelers while still creeping closer to the smell. The closer Tighnari got, his ears twitched in fear. It was you, his lover, his purpose. He ran fast, and nobody has ever seen him in such a rush. The party followed behind him, just to see him coming to a hard stop at the scene of a divot in the ground, with a body laying there, blood running from the mouth. Tighnari felt tears forming. The party watches as he starts breaking down silently. He shakes you, trying to get you to wake up.

“nonononono this can't be happening..” Tighnari whispers.

Tighnari picks up the body, and starts running, with nothing stopping him. The party turns around, and soon they arrive back in Gandharva Ville.

Tighnaris POV..

I pick up the motionless body of my lover. I place him on the table as Collei gets prepared to care for [NAME]. I sit down by the side of the shell of my lover, whispering to myself and to them that everything is going to be okay. I feel my head to my lover's chest, I can feel a faint heartbeat. I grabbed their pulse, and it wasn't my mind playing tricks on me. They were alive. Collei asked me to stand back as she cared for you, so I took her word and went to lay down back at our shared house.

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[NAME]’s POV..

You woke up in a room, and nobody was there. You look around, to see your previous statement was proved wrong. You saw Collei standing there, as she rushed over to you, tears in her eyes. She breaks some news to you without anything said beforehand.

“We were so worried about you! You have been out for almost a month!”

a month?? you’ve been out for A MONTH?!?! No.. that can't be true! you passed out only yesterday, no?

Collei runs to get Tighnari, she runs shouting to him that you woke up. You felt your eyelids getting heavy, as your mental and physical state screamed sleep. You let yourself drift to sleep eventually.

You woke up to the familiar smell of a fennec fox. You try to roll over, but arms wrap around your body before you get the opportunity to. You take a peek, to see it's your Tighnari, your lover. You melted into his embrace, as he didn't want to pesture you with questions. He could tell you were still tired, so he offered to let you fall asleep with him. You took up on the offer, as he lightly hugged you, making sure not to add more injuries to my current state. As the world started to turn black, you felt your body being touched with kisses. You fell asleep for the 3rd time, but this time, You wer’nt alone.

#genshin #tighnari #male reader!#fanfic #genshinimpact #genshin men #genshin fluff #genshin x reader #tighnari x reader

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just-venti-ng · 8 months

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a sad memory for Cecilia?

(this one includes massive spoilers for the Sumeru archon quest for anyone who might not have played that yet lmfao)

The trip to Sumeru was an arduous one with the world now flipped upon its head by a threat they gave their all to quell as divine protectors of Teyvat.

Success meant everything and nothing at the same time as Barbatos finds his reasons for making the journey in the first place even more desolate than the tattered world around him.

They had won, but at what cost?

He teeters between these two ideals—wonder and gratitude.

Wonder, because perhaps total annihilation would've been the better end. Because then there'd be no more pain—no one left to cry out for a savior in the empty, broken streets of the land he'd cultivated like seeds now withering away.

Gratitude, because he knows deep down that his bard would've hated to see it end this way—would've hated for such suffering to continue with no cheerful reprise to this haunting elegy.

Barbatos pulls his white robe tightly around him with the bright memory of that young bard in his mind and moves on, limping along the path with his head down, hood up, and his wounds fruitlessly covered.

The pitstop he made at Windrise several hours earlier did what it could to stave off the corruption, but he didn't feel quite alone in his thoughts as he passed through Liyue, and he certainly doesn't feel much safer now as he treks onward through the rainforest.

Needless to say, he's not of sound body or mind to be going through with this. None of the remaining gods are, but... as one of the final few, this is far too important.

And it is only the first stop of many.

There is no designated resting place yet made for the archon he is visiting. In fact, the people likely don't even know their god has fallen trying to preserve it all just yet.

But the wind is quiet now. The leaves hardly rustle as he sends gales through the trees, and the sand hardly kicks up as zephyrs blow their way around the desert in search for her, his old friend.

The gods always realize when one of their own has fallen. Though he is greatly weakened from the war, he always knows when they've taken their last breath.

And so, tenderly, he pulls out a cecilia he had tucked away within the long shirtsleeve of his robe as he pauses at last somewhere between the forest and the desert. Any location will do, he knows, because the soil and sand he now walks on is in all of its entirety... her home. He knows she will be greatly remembered by the people here.

And greatly missed, too.

"I'd sing you a song of parting," he murmurs hoarsely, clutching at his side as he bends down to place the flower upon the ground. "But I'm not quite in shape enough to do so. I hope the sentiment behind a lone cecilia will be enough."

And then he laughs pitifully into the open air, a drop of salty rain not from the endless sky above now spilling onto the grains at his feet and clumping them up by his toes.

"Oh, of course it is, knowing you and your infinite insight," he whispers out shakily. "Rest well..."

"Greater Lord Rukkhadevata."

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"Barbatos," addresses the dendro archon. He can see the weight of a question behind her emerald eyes—something pressing that must be eating her up inside. But there are more important matters to tend to first.

"No need to be so formal with me, Buer," he teases a little, taking a small bow. "For I am Venti, the best bard of the mortal realm! You needn't call me anything else."

"Well then, Venti," the archon corrects. "May I ask you something not as Buer, the God of Wisdom, but rather... as Nahida, your friend?"

"Only for an apple," he replies jokingly before softening, the sincerity in his eyes sparkling like morning dew on flower petals. "But since this is our first official meeting post-imprisonment, I'll answer anything you like for free. Though I'm surprised that, as the God of Wisdom, you'd want to hear it from me."

The girl puts her hands behind her back shyly. "While I have unlimited access to Irminsul for information on any topic I please, this isn't something I want to research," she explains, looking at her feet. "I wanted to ask a more... reliable source."

Venti's brow furrows with confusion he won't say aloud.

More reliable than Irminsul?

With a deep breath in and out, the archon asks her question.

"What kind of person was I to you predating the Cataclysm? And no, I don't need tales of any gallant deeds, or what kind of god I was, because I've heard plenty of those from my supporters," she clarifies before looking up at Venti with large eyes filled to the brim with a form of luck even she herself must not understand.

"What I'm asking is... who was I to you?"

And though she doesn't remember any of it—any of the grief, the sorrow he felt as he made his rounds searching for signs of life from the original seven, something, anything—he can only be grateful that through it all, he was wrong to pronounce her dead when he initially found no traces of her.

She's alive, he had thought with a warm exhale of relief when he heard the news of her return.

She's alive...

#genshin impact venti #genshin venti #venti genshin impact #venti #venti ask blog #ask venti #greater lord rukkhadevata #nahida #genshin nahida #dendro archon #genshin buer #cecilia flowers #cecilia #sumeru #sumeru spoilers #y'see what makes it sad is the fact that Venti can't remember the person he was mourning haha hahahaha #I'm definitely sane #been writing a lot of nameless bard angst so I thought I'd keep it fresh

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Wings of Time: Ruby the RainRunner

So decided to draw Ruby the Oviraptor in the Wings of Time Au too, thus creating RainRunner’s. (Along with her father, as I find drawing an adult version of the creature, makes it a lot easier to draw a ‘young’ version)

Originally I was thinking of making her a HiveWing or a SilkWing, but I honestly haven't read those books involving those dragons and know little about them, other that what I’ve read from wikis. And considering I had a lot of fun creating SkyTooth/SkyTeeth design, I decided why not create another new species? I’m going to do that anyway with another character so why not do the same with Ruby?

So let me introduce you to the RainRunner’s, name is based on the fact the Oviraptor’s in the Land Before Time are called Fast Runner’s, and I imagine these guys living in the rainforest part of Pyrrhia.

For their design, I really wanted to keep their head chest and Oviraptor-ness, but still make them an interesting creature, so I took some inspiration from the Kulu-Ya-Ku from Monster Hunter as that had some features I wanted to implement into the RainRunner’s design. It’s not the most interesting designs, but I think it works in the end.

I imagine RainRunners are consider just above Scavengers by most dragons, as they are flightless Drakoraptors, but unlike scavengers they can communicate with dragons and other creatures being a multilingual species. Some dragons fear/hate them and think they are nothing, but horrible egg thieves, due to some rumours/possible cases of egg thievery(It is unknown if these cases are true or just anti-RainRunner propaganda) but within their rainforest home, that is not the case as the RainWings and RainRunners coexist happily with each other.

I imagine that RainWings and RainRunners benefitting each other mutually and RainRunners becoming a big part of help raising young RainWings, So when the Wings of Time Dragonets show up in the rain forest they are able to get help with Chomper from Ruby.

#the land before time #The Land before time crossover #wings of fire #Wings of Fire Crossover #Wings of Time Au #crossover #Ruby #RainRunner #Raptor #fantasy #mythology #mythical #mythical creature

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I‘m sorry but since when does miss bolsonaro care about the Brazilian rain forest? Did she care when her family destroyed part of it for their air strip? Or when she spread propaganda for bolsonaro and hate against Lula? I mean even during the Cannes film festival she looked so awkward next to the indigenous people of Brazil at that one gala event thing.

So now we can add climate activist in general to her resume of hypocrisy? Why would a brand care about the Brazilian rainforest if they aren’t Brazilian (which they are) so when they send Kelly her shoes they basically did nothing for the environment because of all the plane emissions. They would have to plant way more than 2 trees for every international order…

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amytheforgetmenot · 10 months

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Chapter 1: Lost in the Rainforest

Lost in the Rainforest: A Danny Gonzalez tale

Chapter 1: Confrontation with Marcelle on Plane!! *GONE WRONG* 😱

Overall story description: After being kidnapped, Danny Gonzalez is brought to a tropical rain forest and is forced to learn to live in the rain forest. How will he survive? Will he escape? Who knows!!!

Story length taking all chapters i've written into account: i've got 20 pages in my google doc and i'm still not stopping so do with that what you will

Danny groggily opened his eyes. The last thing he remembered was being tackled by a giant rat, wearing a chef's hat. Then, he realized... Marcelle! He knew he had made Marcelle angry with his video on Ratatoing but he didn't think their beef would go this far.

Then he looked around.. He was in a plane and tied up! Not only was he in a plane, but he was in a cargo plane, filled with caged rats.. Not only that! But he was wearing a rat costume!

Danny felt a sudden rush of fear flood his heart. What was Marcelle going to do to him?

Marcelle then walked into the part of the plane Danny was in. "Hello Dan." Marcelle said. "You know I don't like people calling me Dan!" Danny cried. "I know.." said Marcelle, he slowly walked toward Danny holding a La Croix.

"I'm sorry!" Danny said, "I didn't mean what I said in that video Marcelle! Ratatoing was a great movie!" He struggled against his restraints. "It doesn't matter now! Our restaurant has been failing ever since you made that video! Our Google Reviews have been flooded by your fans trolling! Now, you have to pay!" Marcelle yelled!

"W-what are you going to do?!" Danny stuttered. "I'm going to drop you off in the middle of this tropical rain forest where you will have to learn to survive! No one will find you, and most importantly you will never make another video again!" He roared.

"Oh no! But Greg need me! What will they do without my content..? What will happen to the subreddit! How will I ever get my second channel to 10 mil..? Who will feed the nutcracker guy! Greg will be absolutely devastated!" Danny weeped in despair.

"Too bad.." Marcelle hissed. He then opened the La Croix in his hand. Danny looked confused. "Do you want this La Croix..? It's Limoncello, your favourite." Marcelle offered. "Umm.. I don't know." Danny said, "What if you tampered with it?" Marcelle looked insulted. "How could I mess with it? It was sealed." Marcelle said. "Okay sure" Danny answered.

The rat held it up to Danny's mouth so he could sip it. Danny immediately spit it out in anguish! "What is this! I have never tasted anything like this!" Danny groaned. "It's blue raspberry sparkling water. You said you hated blue raspberry things in one of your videos." Marcelle chuckled.

"How did you even do this! It's so elaborate?" Danny cried. "It doesn't matter now.. Time to go!" Marcelle grinned. He opened the door of the plane and put a parachute on Danny. "Goodbye! Forever!" He said. "Nooooooooooo!" Danny yelled as he was thrown out of the plane...

To be continued...

note: i have never posted on tumblr before so if the formatting is weird or bad sorry 🥲

#danny gonzalez

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ireallylikehickorysticksyay · 5 months

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it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when i hear british people bitchabout rain... like, no fucking shit sherlock, it's a god damn past tense rainforrest's rotting corps youre living in. you think your ancestors cutting down the trees and getting rid of every fucking "unsavoury" wild animal would cut down on the rain as well? No. now you just have insufferable heat in the summer too, and substantially less filtration for the rain you're still (ungratefull for) living with dont get me started on the fucking pizza oven maze you got going on for your biggest city like.... ? were your designer daddies trying to kill you? there's trees who are considered interesting and gated honourably because they arent small baby sappling christmas sized. YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO BE SUROUNDED BY TREES THE WIDTH OF FIVE MORBIDLY OBESE ADULT HUMANS YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO HAVE AT LEAST FOUR AND A HALF PEOPLE BE ABLE TO T POSE AS THE WIDTH OF SOME OF THESE TREES the "bIg TrEe" you're celebrating is a fucking CHILD compared to the TITAN GODS OF LUSH EVERGREEN your supposed to be guarded by the elements with. THESE TREES ARE SUPPOSED TO WIELD ENTIRE ECOSYSTEMS AND OTHER PLANTS ON THEIR BRANCHES WITH EASE they stole this from you, yet you complain about the weather? why are you not infuriated by what people in power before you have smothered out?

NO FUCKING SHIT YOU'RE ALL MISERABLE BASTARDS (no offense of course ^-^) YOU SHOULD BE FUCKING PISSED OFF

but also no. shut the fuck up.

im especially angry because i know my home is probably going to end up the same way, of course i dont hate the actual loggers, they're just trying to survive in a capitalist hellscape, i get that they have families to feed and dont get a real say in what is going to get cut down whether they quit/get fired or stick around for the paycheck to avoid homelessness. but the pencil pushers who think it's a good idea to shave down what we still have? the remorseless pieces of shit who hire those pencil pushers? i will not miss them if or when they go missing.

grrr

it always makes me somewhat irrationally angry when british people bitchabout the weather. because they should be angry about what they dont seem to understand what was taken from them, i wish they'd get angry, because if they cant then im scared what that means for us, and our next generation. i feel like there's nothing i can do as corrupt forestry propaganda hollers how forsestry builds jobs as they tear everything down before moving to the next fifty acres because there's no more feasible work left for them in the area.bC wAs BuIlT oN fOrEsTrY ... okay? so what? bc was built (partially) on forestry (also fishing and fur trade and water distribution and the art inspired by the lack of habitat loss compared to places lik the uk on top of so so much more than JUST forestry you self centered propogandizing tumors) in the same way canada was built on genocide. in the same way elon muck was built on child-slave labour. in the same way most pimps are built on human trafficking. it doesnt make it right it doesnt make it sustainable. people before us needed to log to make room for homes the eurocentric way. we have more than enough human habitat, lets leave the rest so we can actually thrive in it rather than just kill everything including ourselves?

BC ALONE IS 25 PERCENT OF ALL TEMPERATE RAINFOREST LEFT. DO YOU UNDERSTAND. the ENTIRE FUCKING WORLD. WE HAVE A QUARTER OF IT AND YOU'RE RAKING IT AWAY.

we are a first world country if we cant protect our forests then what the fuck does that mean for other rainforests temperate or not in third world?

(emotional support martens because dopamine, they're the most adorable mischievous little shits you'll ever meet <3)

i live specifically on vancouver island, so NOT cutting down trees so we can be better protected against landslides and the elements is even more important, any issue wed have would be magnified

#undescribed image #image undescribed #undescribed images #old growth #politics #rant #bc #canada #vent #climate change #tw climate change #im scared and angry and tired #tw im being a bitch right now i know. if you want me to shut up suck me off then we'll talk..er... not.. talk #im sorry #i need forestry to get the fuck out #litterally just farm the fucking trees dude #I WISH BRITISH PEOPLE WOULD STOP BITCHING ABOUT RAIN AND GET MAD ABOUT THE SUBSTANTIAL LACK OF FOREST THAT WOULD FILTER THE RAIN AND FIX TH #WATER POLUTION PROBLEM THATS OVER THERE THAT WOULD FIX THE HEAT STROKE RISK THAT COMES EVERY YEAR THAT WOULD FIX THE POLLUTION PROBLEM #they smell amazing

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thefangirlthatwaited · 6 months

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Autumn Morning (Chapter 49) - A Genshin Impact Story

Zhongli x Original Character

After lunch, I parted ways with Keqing and Ganyu, letting them get back to work. For the rest of my afternoon, I purchased some new clothes I’d need for the rainforest of Sumeru and returned home to start dinner.

The next few days fell into a mundane routine. Zhongli worked with Hu Tao on things that had lapsed while we were away, and I spent the days wandering the markets, enjoying my time at home.

A few days before we were set to leave, I noticed Zhongli acting strange. It started in the morning. I rolled over to cuddle with him and found him warmer than usual.

“Zhongli,” He groaned, rolling over and pulling me closer. “Zhongli, are you ill?”

“No. Just tired.”

“You’re burning up?” Slowly, he opened his eyes.

“Burning up?”

“You’re warmer than normal. Is Hu Tao working you too hard?” He sat up and felt his forehead.

“Perhaps. A shower to clear this up.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes. I am fine, Love. Go wake Chao-Xing up and prepare her for our walk.”

“Okay, but if you start to feel worse, you are coming back home to rest. I don’t mind postponing our trip.”

“I am fine.” He growled.

“Okay. No need to get testy with me. I’ll have some food ready for you.”

“Thank you,” I prepared a simple meal since we are going to spend most of our day out of the house, grabbing last-minute things for a trip. Zhongli appeared fifteen minutes later, dressed and looking better.

“My fever is gone.”

“Oh, good. I have some porridge here with fruit to eat. Chao-Xing and I have already eaten. Once I’m changed, and you eat, we’ll go.”

“Sounds good. Apologies for how I acted earlier.”

“It’s fine. Eat up. We have a long list of things to do.” I got Chao-Xing dressed, then picked a simple outfit for myself before trying my hair up to get it out of my face. Back downstairs, Zhongli had his breakfast, cleaned up and sat in the living room waiting.

“All set?” He asked.

“Yep. Let’s go.” Walking around Liyue as a family always brought me joy, even more so when the news of our engagement was known. No more odd encounters with men who wanted to court me. They knew I was with Zhongli now, and there was no turning back. Zhongli stood beside me, chest puffed out, looking proud of his family. It was a little odd. Normally, he was quiet and kept to himself, but today, he wanted everyone to know I was his. His... Why did he keep saying that? He knew I hated it. I tried my best to ignore it and moved down my list of things we needed.

“An umbrella, do you think it will be practical in the rainforest?” I asked Zhongli as we stopped at a stall full of them. He was busy chatting with the owner, gushing over our engagement. “Zhongli?”

“Sorry, Chyou. Did you say something?”

“I was asking if we should purchase an umbrella for Sumeru. You spent time there. Did it rain a lot?”

“A bit; it was mostly humid in the forest. An umbrella won’t be necessary.”

“Okay,” I crossed it off my list and was ready to pull him to the next store when a man walked by, checking me out. I rolled my eyes and scoffed, taking Zhongli’s hand to walk away, but Zhongli didn’t move. He glared at the young man, growling under his breath and showing his teeth.

“Zhongli!” I moved between the two men, trying to grab his attention. “Zhongli,” I pushed him a bit, and he snapped at me, causing me to step back.

A moment more, and he returned to normal. “Chyou?”

“What’s going on, Zhongli?” He looked around to the gathering crowd.

“I-I need to clear my head. I’ll see you back at home.” Zhongli took off towards the harbour’s entrance without another word, leaving me alone, mortified by his action. I hurried to complete my list before returning home.

I kept myself busy while I waited for his return. When I bathed Chao-Xing and got her settled for the night, I understood that Zhongli wouldn’t be back before I went to bed. That was fine. We would discuss his behaviour in the morning.

I woke up alone, Zhongli’s side of the bed cold. He never came to bed last night. Did he come home? I opened the door and looked into the living room, and there was no sign of him there either. I began to worry. What if something bad happened to him?

Chao-Xing began to fuss, and my thoughts on Zhongli would have to wait. I got her dressed and fed before settling her in her playpen for the morning. That was when I heard rustling from upstairs. My mind went back to the kidnapping, and I thought the worst. I quickly threw a shield around my daughter and summoned my spear before heading upstairs. Another crash had me moving fast, and with a shaky hand, I opened the door.

“Xiao?” Xiao turned to me, as did Zhongli, but I knew right away something wasn’t right. Zhongli was in his hybrid form and looked like he was fighting Xiao or had recently fought him. Xiao was littered with cuts and bruises I could only assume were from Zhongli’s claws and fangs.

“Chyou, you need to leave,” Xiao ordered, helping Zhongli to the bed.

“Not till you tell me what’s going on? Zhongli left yester-”

Full Chapter on Ao3

#archive of our own #ao3 #genshin impact #zhongli #genshin zhongli #genshin impact zhongli #zhongli fanfiction #zhongli genshin impact #morax genshin #genshin impact fanfic

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universe-in-the-void-in-the-cube · 2 years

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I smell like Norway from Hetalia!!!

Oh great news... I got all the essential oils to make Norway's cologne fragrance and already have it mixed and sitting to mix for the next few days. And all of you Norway fans may hate me but I smell of smexy Norwegian.

It starts with a citrusy/chocolate smell, then you get this smell of log cabin in the woods with coffee, then you get that fresh rain forest smell mixed with warm campfire or fireplace. I imagine a snuggling with Norway in a clean blanket drinking mochas in front of his fireplace of his log cabin home in the middle of the Norwegian rainforest and him give me playful, butterfly kisses on my neck while whispering dirty things he wants to do to me later on that night.

And yes I am talking about this fragrance right here. Primaniacs -Hetalia World Stars Norway Fragrance

#hetalia #hetalia nordic 5 #hetalia nordics #hetalia norway

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matchamabs · 3 years

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BOTW SHEIKAH TOWERS: RANKED BY HOW HOT THEY ARE

this is. not a good ranking. but surprisingly there r some very sexy towers so whaddya know 👀

the starting point,,,, the og,,,, the great plateau tower! this tower is a pretty easy climb, tho the whole like... almost killing u and sending rocks flying everywhere n shit is :(( lots of footholds look nice and all the water surrounding it is pretty. not to mention this is the tower u can climb and see ALL of hyrule on so its definitely good 6/10 not the sexiest tower but it has a lot to offer. i believe in it

the fact its on the other side of a huge fuckoff river that i always die trying to swim across makes the dueling peaks tower really piss me off but it looks rlly pretty next to it. still, its like. not a hard climb, but if u fall off ur basically fucked. the nearby bokoblin camp also makes me want to chug bleach so! 4/10 its hard to live up to the great plateau tower and frankly its not doing a good job of it. cringe tower next to the fail river

ok look. its normally not that bad! but i did the hateno tower for the first time whilst i was off my ass on malibu and my god did i have a bad time. the thorns,,, the lack of stamina,,, and im not exactly a tactical player either, so. ruined the tower for me a bit. its very aesthetic sitting up on the hill tho very nice very neat. very majestic. 5/10 thorns are sexy but not when you’re drunk :(

thanks google for giving me only the lowest quality res of lanayru tower. tbh im biased against this tower bc it rains every time i try and climb it so FUCK it. its a good looking tower tho?? its a bit lopsided but i think it gives it character! hey if italy can make it work,,, 6/10 lanayru region has a wat but thats all its got to offer

hm! fuck this tower! okay ignoring literally everything about ridgeland tower, its pretty! the lake surrounding it,,,, its very prim. even the wizzrobes make it look kinda nice. its a sexy tower but thats literally all its got going for it bc climbing it is an atrocious nightmare! 7/10 its like the rlly hot girl at school who has the personality of a tire fire

ill be honest i dont remember much of akkala citadel tower aside from the fact it was guardian central and i only climbed it literally after i beat ganon LMAO. truly its the chad of all towers. but sitting on the very top of the citadel,,,, surrounded by all the nice trees,,, it looks like it rlly belongs there. the malice at the bottom doesnt even look good tho. sorry dude who said this was the sexiest tower- its not :( 7/10 everyone tough until the trees start beeping

u know what i rlly like eldin tower. its kinda cozy lookin in the rock and the volcano in the background is pleasantly menacing. its abt as far as u can go without getting crispy, so its one hot ass tower. its got guts. ambition. its a tower i can respect. 5/10 not perfect but a cute addition. shes doing her best.

now THIS is a sexy tower excuse the poor quality image BUT wow,,,, woodland tower,,, this tower could be on fire and breaking down and it would still look hot. even tho its standing in a monster camp it rlly rocks it. the skull on the top,,,, this tower is the goth of all the towers, especially since its so close to hyrule castle. 8/10 this tower likes 2 accessorize

the hebra tower is VERY pretty,,, the blue rlly matches the snow everywhere so u know the tower has good colour coordination,,,,all the ice at the bottom is also cute. annoying but cute. very prim. its like the tsundere of towers. 9/10 chilly until u get 2 know her,,,

,,,,, well. i like it, at least. all the ruins around it rlly brings out its, uh ... malice. and in fairness they offer a quick way up there so this towers got backup plans for u. it cares for u. tabantha tower may be covered in malice but it makes it look Good. it rocks it. it works. 6/10 you did your best considering the circumstances

gerudo tower,,, its by far one of the sexiest. it just descends into the ground forever. the open space around it. the spiral mountain. the few and far between footholds. kass sitting on top. i like everything about this tower. visually, that is. climbing it is an absolute ballache of a chore. but its worth it,,,, for this tower,,, 9/10 if i could marry a tower,,, i probably wouldnt marry this one. good try tho.

hebra tower is hard to beat but central tower doesnt actually look That bad. the footholds that go all spirally up look rlly nice, and all the ruins around it is tres good. u get to see everything from the centre of hyrule which is rlly nice positioning. the guardians? hm. rlly ruin the atmos. it sits there and looks rlly pretty for when u get off the plateau and then BANG guardian laser. betrayal. i love u,,, but i can never forgive u,,, 6/10 this thing probably has laser marks all over it but hey just think of it as sexy battle scars,,,

hh i dont even remember this one tbh but i think its the lake tower and thats like. in faron. shows how much i care about it. if i remember right it keeps raining when i try and climb this tower so. i have a bias. i think its average tbh. the rainforest around it is SUPER nice until lit everything tries 2 kill u so. its a safe haven in a dangerous forest. it means well. 4/10 sweet but not hot. stop getting me struck by lightning.

this is one windy bitch! the wasteland tower! the footholds r all up at the top which is kind of a look but its surrounded by a swamp which,,, hm. not the sexiest choice. if i was trying to attract someone i probably wouldnt sit in a puddle of shit but u do u boo. 5/10 it looks nice on the top of a mountain but the functionality is dogshit

conclusion: theyre fucking towers idk why i rated these it was hard and i hate everything

#botw #breath of the wild #aoc #age of calamity #hyrule warriors aoc #hyrule warriors age of calamity #loz #legend of zelda #UGHHHH #this was. bad #my ranking is not very good im very busy today!#esc stuff u know how it is ;)#anyway if i had to pick a tower its hebra i love me a cold bitch

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White Tigress And Purple Panther, Part 1

This was commissioned from me by my dear friend who has lately been sick, @y8-tiger!!! I hope you get better soon my friend. I’ll probably publish next chapters in AO3, let’s see how many like it here. Meanwhile, guys, please enjoy this first part of the FELINEFORMERS STORY.

"Any last words?" The huge tom above you growled and you bared your fangs back at him in defiance. You'd be damned if you would let yourself be killed just like that. Damn these toms surrounding you, you would die fighting.

How did you exactly end in here and in this kind of dire situation? It's a long story so let's make it short. It started as soon as you were born all those years ago. You were born in an everyday Tigers family, but you were anything else than an ordinary.

Your snow-white fur with darkest stripes set you apart from your orange, red, and crimson siblings the moment your carrier and sire saw you. You might have been beautiful, but your looks didn't help you. You were the runt of the litter, the one that was never meant to survive the first night and even less until your eyes opened finally opened.

Even from the moment of your birth, you had to fight so you could survive. Be it your sister and brother pushing you away from your source of milk or little animals that your sire brought to you little cubs of his to eat. Others learned to hunt by playing with each other, but you used your play-time to forage little things like bugs, frogs, mouses, and birds for you to eat.

Your siblings, old and new never stopped teasing you about your size. Tigers were supposed to be big and strong so why were you so small? Heck, if you knew you would have answered them, but you just focused on your little hunting trips and getting stronger.

As your siblings grew into fine fighters you grew to become a carrier. You absolutely hated it, you hated your body and how your siblings had spikes and you had valve. Your carrier wanted you all to continue your family line but you weren't exactly the carrying type. You trained and hunted like a fighter, but you were destined to carry someone's litter. At least that's what your sire kept trying to drill into your head.

One day you wandered further than ever before but it was worth it when you caught this absolutely delicious rabbit, but your meal was interrupted by the smell of smoke. You looked to the skies and saw huge dark clouds of smoke rising from your home.

Distraught, you abandoned your rabbit and ran as soon as you could, but you were late. You had no idea what set the fire but you didn't stick around to mope. With your home, prey, and family gone, you had no reason to stay at South. You set a strong pace and kept on walking until you would grow hungry. Then you would hunt, eat and continue walking.

There were suitors pawing after you here and there, but with a quick swipe of your claws, the weak toms would turn a tail and run like there was a fire under their tails. Your journey started around a year, maybe half ago and it had brought you from hot climates to cooler ones filled with snow. This time around the year, you resided in the exotic yet very wet forest.

You were no stranger to rainforests, but your coloring certainly made it hard to blend into the greenery. This often cost you a well-earned meal. That is why you often found yourself a nice puddle of mud and rolled in it so you could actually camouflage into the forest surrounding you. It was a shame that you needed to cover your beautiful fur, but survival was your main concern.

You were often overlooked by other cats because of your dirty fur, but what else could you have done? Starve but look good while dying? No, you rather sucked it up and rolled in the mud. Besides, there was no way you would submit and become just some common carrier.

You had just gotten your fur coated with a new layer of mud thanks to last night's rain. The rainy season left the forest feeling hot and damp, but you needed to eat and quickly. After prowling for a good hour after mice, reptiles, and birds, you hit a jackpot.

A beautiful plump bird, as colorful as it was chubby. A delicious delicacy that came down to the forest floor just to tease you. Or that's how it felt having it wave its feathers at you when you would usually fail, but you had a good feeling you were having bird for dinner.

You were just about to jump at the bird when suddenly-!

"Help!"

Your jump failed as you were distracted and the fat bird flew away. You growled under your breath but then you heard the sad cry of help again so you abandoned your dinner plans and ran through the greenery towards the sound. You could hear water streaming somewhere, but the loud cries for help also got louder.

Finally, you jumped out of the greenery and saw you had made it to a strong stream with a waterfall just around the corner on your right. Your eyes darted from left to right and then you heard it again.

"Help!"

You flicked your head to the left and saw maybe the smallest turquoise kitten you had ever seen, stranded on a boulder in the middle of the stream. It was a miracle you managed to hear their crying over the raging water. You ran to the point where the kitten was and the two of you locked eyes.

"Please! Help me!" They cried and you looked at the stream. It was strong, but you knew you were stronger. "Hold on, I'm coming to get you!" You called and without any further waiting jumped straight into the water.

Oh scrap, the stream was stronger than you thought, but the little kitten's cries pushed you to push your frame to its limits. You swam to the kitten and just as the water was about to take them you snatched them by the back of their neck with your mouth and you started to swim back to the land.

As soon as you made it to the land, you dropped the kitten on the ground so you could catch your breath. Frag, that was exhausting... But the kitten was safe. You looked at the little one and saw them shaking water from their fur. You took notice that they were a little femme and that for a kitten she was... Cute.

You glanced down at yourself, only to see that the hard current had washed your white fur clean once again. You would need to find a new mud puddle to roll around in.

The kitten must have noticed you staring because the little one turned her bright blue eyes at you. You weren't sure how to exactly react so you tried to go with the caring route. "Are you alri-?"

"What the frag took you so long!?" She hissed at you and you blinked. What did just happened? The little one shook her fur dry before she bared her fangs at you. "I could have drowned!"

"I- I-" For once, you had no clue what to say. You had met tomcats ten sizes larger than her and none of them stayed around to find out what you could do to them if they crossed you. So how come this little one could order you around like that? You must be nicer than you thought you were.

"At least you heard me..! So you aren't completely useless." She said as she started to lick per hand. You started at her until she took notice of it. "What are you looking at?"

You blinked and shook your head, "Nothing." You said and quickly added, "Are you alone? Where are your-?"

"My pack is resting on this side of the stream. If you just help me get over I'll be out of your fur." She said and you blinked. She was awfully mature for such a small kitten. You looked around and saw a long vine hanging from the tall trees just by the stream. You got up and caught the vine and looked at it. It should be long and sturdy enough to carry the kitten over the stream.

You turned to address the kitten. "Do you think you can hold onto this or should I carry you over the stream?"

"I'm old enough to cross with the vine." She said before getting up and walking to you. You just stared as she grabbed the vine from your hand and got ready to bounce, but you stopped her before she could cross. She turned to glare at you, but you weren't shaken by it. "What?"

"Just say a word and I'll carry you over. You don't need to be ashamed or anything." You said and you meant it. Despite being a tough cat, you still had a heart... And apparently soft spot for kittens. The little cat stared at you before scoffing and suddenly jumping. You blinked in shock and turned to look, only to see that the little one had crossed the stream with ease.

You could see her smirk from your spot on the other side of the stream. "Told you I can do it!" She was smug and for a reason. You had to be impressed. You weren't sure if you had made that jump at her age. So you smiled and called, "Be safe and stay dry!"

The kitten frowned at your obvious jab, but just as you were about to turn and start hunting your meal-!

"Hey!" The kitten called and you turned to look at her. She nodded, "Thanks. I won't forget this."

Despite her being so sassy and rude, she was a kitten after all. So you smiled and waved your hand at her, "Get back to your pack and we can call it even!"

You saw her nod before she disappeared into the thick forest. You smiled but it was a bitter-sweet smile. As fun as it was to meet her, she had her pack and you had your own company. You two came from two different worlds. With that in mind, you started to seek out your next meal.

A week or two went by when you decided it was time for you to change your hunting grounds. As juicy as some animals were, you had seen deers, hogs, and such on the other side of the stream.

Yeah, there might have been some other cats, but you were confident in your ability to survive and fend them off. You had seen the animals that gathered by the stream where you rescued the little kitten from. Those animals would fill your aching belly in no time.

So one day you swam across the stream and set out to hunt.

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You don't remember passing out in the troopers arms, waking only when he sets you down, in front of the tree that's all too familiar to you. It’s raining even more now and Crosshair feels particularly inadequate as he paces in front of you. What do you tell someone who’s just lost everything?

“Crosshair…” Your voice is quiet as you say his name, he whips around at the sound, terrified someone had followed him into the forest. He waits for your next words, and it takes a moment but a small ‘thank you’ leaves your mouth. He nods and goes back to pacing in front of you.

The crashing sound breaks both of you out of your perspective trances. Something is moving towards you, and quickly. In response, you haul yourself up off of the rainforest floor. Looking to the man in front of you for direction.

“It’s fine.” He tells you, monotone. “Jus’ Wrecker.” You’re not sure what a Wrecker is, but quickly you discover a Wrecker happens to be Crosshair's older and much bigger brother.

“Crosshair!” He booms, when he clears the undergrowth, clapping a rather large hand on his shoulder, and you watch as the trooper takes a step backwards. ‘Not one for touchy-feels’ you think to yourself.

“Ran into some trouble, bucket got chucked in a lake.” He explains. “Couldn't com in.” this ears him a boisterous laugh from Wrecker.

“Accident prone as always.” He chuckles, before turning away to, presumably tell his comrades he's found Crosshair. You on the other hand, had backed up into the tree bark whilst watching this interaction. Crosshair is watching you watch Wrecker, and he wishes he could pick you up again, just to feel your heartbeat go from crazy to calm as you relaxed in his arms. It would be so much easier than talking or trying to talk, to just scoop you up and hide you from the world.

“Tech and Hunter are only a few clicks out.” Wrecker says to Crosshair, subtle nudging him as if to say, ‘stop staring bro, you’ll spook her.’ Before moving over to you, and bringing his hand out, watching as you recoil more into the branches. Wrecker takes the hint, and takes his helmet off before trying to shake your hand again. This time you let him, offering a small ‘hello’ in return.

“You must be Fairywren.” He says, and you confirm the guess with a nod. “Cool name, much cooler than Crosshair.” He smiles at you, and you immediately decide that his talent, even with all the muscle, is undying kindness and radiating happy energy. Crosshair scoffs at his brother.

“I hate to disappoint but it's just a nickname.” You’re still smiling a little, your old self shining through for that brief moment.

“Still” He assures you, “it’s way better than any of ours!” You decide to lose yourself in the moment of happiness. Firing back at him with a:

“Oh I don't know, Crosshair isn’t that bad.” Wrecker laughs again, and you see Crosshair pause as he lifts a toothpick to his mouth, a small smile in the shadow of his tall figure.

“Wrecker” he draws out that voice, so different to any other clone. He gestures to the forest edge he’d been watching as the leaves and twigs break and moves as Tech and Hunter join the three of you. They exchange words, far enough away from you that you don't hear them. A few glances thrown your way. And Crosshair starts to look more and more unimpressed. Breaking from the group with a grumble, and heading over to you, opting to lean against the tree with you.

“Tech’s the small one.” He whispers to you. “Sergeant Hunter has the ridiculous hair.” rolling the toothpick in his mouth, you look up at him.

“Why are you telling me this?” you're not trying so rude, but you're genuinely curious.

“I’m telling you, because you’re going to be putting up with them for the foreseeable future.” He sounds a tad annoyed but you dont push further.

“You named after the tattoo?” You ask without thinking. Tracing it with your eyes, giving them something to do other than tear up in panic.

“Got it after.” He responds, and from that you can gather he’s not very social, but what you need right now is a distracted mind, so you decide to test your luck.

“Why Crosshair though? Like I get it's your name but like why?” You want to curse at how stupid you sound, but, the adrenaline has totally warn off now and your brain feels like goo.

“Sniper.” He says blankly, turning around so you see the huge rifle strapped to his back.

“Oh…” you say, finally connecting the dots. “Well i'm called Fairywren after-”

“The birds, I know.” Crosshair interrupts, before moving away from you as the rest of the group breaks apart from what you’re guessing was a debrief? Taking small steps towards them, taking in how different they all are.

“Sergeant Hunter, at your service.” The one with longer hair says, shaking your hand. You take note of his face tattoo as well and wonder if he got his with Crosshair.

“Wren, thanks for the save.” You introduce yourself, not pausing to think where you’d be without them.

“No problem,” Hunter says, his voice is deeper than Crosshairs but no less gruff. “Shall we get off this kriffing rock?” Turning around to his group, taking in their nods, before scaling the tree.

The Havoc Marauder isn't exactly what you expected, but then again you don't know what you expected it to be like. Maybe a bit more cluttered than it actually is but you like it nevertheless.

“How many species are on this planet?” The clone named Tech asks you, he's the only one that hasn't introduced himself to you, but you're guessing it's only because his brain is working a million parsecs a second.

“I'm not actually sure,” You say, feeling guilty as his face drops. “There's a number of overall species and all but the variations are so unique it's hard to classify them.” You quickly add, watching his eyes light up.

“So why the Fairywren then?” He asks after a lengthy (and largely sided) conversation of evolution in rainforest species. You feel Crosshair's eyes on you, tuning back into the conversation off and on again as he took or lost interest.

“My grandmother once told me that the Fairywrens kept guard on your heart.” You tell him, and you see Crosshair lean forward on his knees to hear better. “She said that every Fairywren watches over someone, they keep them safe. She said my Fairywren was the brightest one there ever was because of how much she loved me.” Tech stays silent taking in the story, and Crosshair seems to be frozen in place. You don't realize that he’s realizing how stunning you are and kicking himself for not seeing it sooner. Of course you're the Fairywren, bright blue and so beautiful it almost seems fake.

“How do you know Krexx.” Hunter asks walking into the brig area where you had been sitting. And you freeze at the name, Crosshair glares at his sergeant for bringing him up, he hates the way your face falls at the mention of his name.

“He took over when the separatists showed up, and he was put in charge of keeping everyone in line.” You snap.

“Hunter, maybe we should-” Crosshair starts but he gets interrupted.

“How many Trandoshans were on your planet?” Hunter interrupts, and if you didn't think Crosshair could glare any harder than he was, you were very mistaken.

“At least a hundred.” You tell him. “Less now.”

“Why less now?” Tech jumps in, and his honest interest makes you smile a little.

“I used to catalog plants when I was a kid, my dad kept journals, because he was a healer. So it was like a hobby of ours.” You explain, “Trandoshans don’t take too well to plant venom apparently.”

“Genius” Tech breathes and you can't help but flush.

“Any chance of a tail?” Hunter asks, and this time Crosshair interrupts.

“No, checked the whole way back to the ship and then some.” His voice sounds taught, like he's about to snap.

“Good, either way, I'll take the first watch, I don't want any missteps here. Get some rest.” He nods to you all, and even though it's nowhere near close to nighttime you don't argue. Wrecker passes by and ruffles your hair saying “g’night little bird.” Tech offers you a mock salute that makes you smile, before heading to where you assume the bunks are.

“Extra bunk is down the hall. Door on the left.” Crosshair tells you standing up, and the air seems to shift, you feel lonely thinking about him leaving. So you follow him, hoping he’ll stay up just a little longer with you. He stops in front of what you guess is his door. And you thank every god out there that it's across from the empty one. You see that there's no blankets in the empty bunk.

“Need anything?” he asks, and he almost cringes by how rude it sounds. ‘Sure’ he thinks to himself. ‘Be rude to the sopping wet, traumatized girl in front of you, good one Cross.” You turn back to him.

“No it's okay, i'll get blankets from Hunter or just snoop around until I find them.” You joke, Rubbing the back of your neck as the man in front of you sighs and rolls the toothpick in his mouth around.

“Stay here.” He says, a little softer, disappearing into his room. In reality he wants nothing more to let you into his room, to drop that cold exterior he’s created. But he already knows he's no good for you. Crosshair slips out his door again with a blanket.

“Wrecker will be passed out already, Hunter doesn't use blankets and Tech has what he calls the ‘mathematical epiphany of correct blanket weight, fluffiness and size’ to ensure a proper sleep. So the only extra one around is this.” He states, holding out a black fluffy blanket that looks so cozy you want to cry. You take it from him silently, subtly bury your face in it so you can tell if it feels the same way his shoulder does. It's softer but smells the same, and you can't wait to burrito yourself in it. Crosshair has turned away, going crazy as he sees you snuggle into something that's not him.

“Crosshair,” you call as his door slides open again. “Thank you.” And before you can embarrass yourself you slide into the extra room.

“You’re welcome.” He whispers even though he knows you won't hear it.

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