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kit-williams · 16 days

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Azazel rework: Sick Thoughts

The dreaded Azazel rework this is also probably going to be a multiple part thing for him. Azazel was one of the first boys I wrote about and compared to the others his was the weakest and also personality wise he was lacking. I had felt no real love for him Sooooooo he got an update. With a much better personality that will actually allow him to stand up with the rest of the boys and make him a unique yandere/character.

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Dramatis Personae

Dark Angel Chaplain Azazel Erros (Ah-zay-zell is how I pronounce it)

Imperial Guardswoman: Lilith "Puppy" Morningstar - long raven hair, olive skin tone (think Italy or Spain), bright Hazel eyes, athletic build but still feminine, hair is kept in a military style bun.

Azazel Erros sat in the back of the tank, right by the rear door, ready for any ill fate that would befall him and his temporary companions. His eyes scanned the bodies in the back... the way they all pressed up against each other like rabbits in a warren to keep warmth and he was a fox that had managed to squeeze himself in there... it reminded him of an old tale his mother had told him of anthropomorphized animals overcoming their nature to be better. Regardless they had picked up Azazel not long after he had given his dead brothers their last rites.

He remembers the way the tank rolled up and it was her voice and her shy temping smile that greeted his eyes out from under that flak helmet. They too had met an ill fate like he and his battle brothers had... their transport having been shot down and this small group was the survivors fighting their way back to the front, like good mortal troops.

His enhanced eyes focused on the movement in the corner as they called her a puppy but he saw through her guise of being a snake. He watched her rifle through the bag that they found in the middle of nowhere, full of useless expensive baubles, hardly worth a second look in his opinion. However, he watched how her the green in her hazel eyes glittered in the sunlight as she claimed ownership over what no one else wanted.

Azazel saw the smiles on their lips as she looked so happy at her spoils. But now he was watching her tucked away by the tank shells in her claimed dark space in the womb of the tank... he watched her face light up by a weak light. The small bit of light allowed his eyes to see the color of her face and other small details with his enhanced sight, she looked around like a sinner in church making sure no one was bothered by her light... and then the small giddy smile that graced her lips and the way the light danced in the green flecks of her brown eyes.

Frivolous nonsense, he thought as she made faces in the small mirror and preened at her appearance. It reminded him of the few unfortunate run-ins he had with the nobility... always fawning over themselves. Azazel should have returned to a meditative prayer but his eyes focused in on the small tube of lip paint... it was a ripe red color... it reminded him of a fruit and it made his tongue move in anticipation at the juice of it meeting his own. He watched Puppy apply it precisely to her bottom lip in the trundling vehicle. Azazel watched as she pulled her lips in, over her teeth, rubbing her lips together... he heard the soft pop of her lips parting. The soft smile on her lips as she now had the lip paint on her top lip.

Azazel felt his breathing hitch for a moment... the breath tightening in his chest... he was holding it in... as his eyes locked onto how full her red lips looked. How she was unaware of his voyeuristic watching, him a Dark Angel's Chaplain, the way she pursed them and touched up a spot to make sure her upper lip was the same red as her bottom. She turned her head from side to side, continuing to purse her lips occasionally, as he could tell she was enamored with the red of her lips.

Azazel tried to let out the breath he was holding as she grabbed one of the artillery shells and his mouth opened slightly, hidden by the skull mask of his helm, as she kissed the cold metal making an audile muwah noise... no doubt leaving behind a red colored impression of her lips on the metal. His mind drifts back to one of those unfortunate moments he had to meet nobility... the way the man had those same sorts of impressions upon his skin and clothes and the scent of an unknown female. The amorous evidence of lustful inhibitions... he watches her smile at her work as she puts the shell back. Azazel is certain that the red of her lip paint would leave a mark on his skin... leaving a trail of them behind on his flesh... as her mouth trails down his body... leaving her marks.

Azazel blinks and softly grunts and moves slightly as he breaks himself out of these thoughts. He ignored the discomfort between his legs... banishing her from his thoughts though failing as his eyes looked over to her and could see how she looked over at him, the small light closed up, with a guilty look on her face... like a sinner. The look that tells him that she acts as if she did something wrong... something she wasn't allowed to do.

She waits watching him with those big eyes of hers like some small cat hiding in the dark. She soon pulls out the light again and returns to preening herself in her dark corner and Azazel licks his teeth as he watches. He watches her adjust how she sits... how she curves her spine in a posture he only knows being called "sitting pretty". He remembers hearing guardsmen talk about the harlots seeking their thrones. He remembers watching how they would advertise themselves without saying a word to the men... pure body language between the two parties so that no one was "soliciting" and no one was being "solicited" out in the open anyway. He wasn't uneducated at why he wanted to have her nor how he wanted to have her... he most certainly wanted her to sit like that in his lap and feel what she was causing. Would the little temptress play coy? Feigning her innocence and trying to act all puppy-like? He bit his bottom lip as he focused on how she brushed something powdery on her cheekbones.

She batted her lashes at herself in her small mirror but for Azazel, it could have easily been to him... he was waiting for her signature wink to him whenever she was attempting to flirt with him. He wasn't dumb to her attempts as she would try and his reply was to ignore her or if she was unlucky she would be reprimanded by her superior and would return to her professional demeanor. But, oh! How he could tell she was trying to coil around him... unable to stop herself from making such overly flirtatious advances. I'm sorry about Puppy... she's overly friendly... Her superior had told him in private after one of her attempts had fallen flat. She was too sweet for her own good... getting too familiar with others too quickly... she was clearly a risk... and Azazel knew what dangers she was unknowingly courting.

"Why are you here?" Azazel remembers asking her when they had finally gotten a moment alone together... those moments were few and thankfully regretfully far between Her hazel eyes looked over at him as he watched her throat bob as she drank from her canteen.

"My Lord?" She looked up at him and he could hear the simple accent she did her best to hide, but her eyes spoke of confusion and he watched her lick her lips nervously when he did not reply, "To serve the Imperium." It was at that moment that Azazel was thankful that guard uniforms turned the wearer into an androgynous blob of pockets and flak armor plates.

"You are unlike many I've worked with." He probes gently knowing he doesn't have to push too hard to get her to say something she shouldn't.

"Oh." She said in a way that Azazel couldn't read if it was disappointment or surprise but either way, he still got what he wanted when she opened her mouth again, "Well it was this or sex work." She says with a shrug as she gives him a harlot's grin at her confession to the Chaplain. Oh how often she bit her tongue wanting to add more like the harlot she was... unable to keep quiet for her own good and always eager to gossip confess to an ear willing to listen and give her attention beyond asking what her prices were. However, those cheeky comments always involved some sort of implication of her willing to try and bed him... to be a sort of relief.

He exhaled hard within his helm as he knew how if he was younger, long before he was a Brother Chaplain, he would have and at times did jump at such opportunities. Tasting and partaking in some sins firsthand... and he used the knowledge he gained when he repented and became a Brother Chaplain. Yes, his younger and wilder ways had been repented for... that was before he met her... he had been free of temptation for so long! But again... when this Puppy smiled at him and let her flirtatious tongue waggle at him. Azazel was frustrated at the fact that he was suddenly feeling such a stirring in his loins by her. Other women of higher station had equally been as stupidly bold as her but it was only her that was getting such a reaction from him!

Even though his eyes were closed for those moments lost in memory to ignore his desire and to try and reign his mind back in to continue to focus on prayers. It was his preternatural senses that told him that someone was in his space. His eye lenses were dark so it wasn't a stretch for them to mistake it as him sleeping. When his eyes opened he could see her right there. He watched the way her eyes darted over his faceplate... as she was leaning in to see under his hood.

The brief panic in her eyes as a hard jolt nearly makes her lose her footing and send her crashing into his lap... but unfortunately she recovers. He hears her soft exhale of relief, his smile on his lips as it's unfortunate how he watched her make a fool of herself all the same. She crouches beside him hugging her knees as she looks over his rosarius beads and other visible trinkets tied to him... I could kill her... he thinks to himself... be rid of these wicked temptations from this snake. But, lo! How being so close... he could see how her lips were painted such a deep red color... like the skin of an apple.

His throat felt tight as he suddenly desired her to be foolishly brave. To watch her climb into his lap and leave a deep red mark upon his armor... or perhaps she would be bold enough to leave such a mark on the off-white cloth of his hood... batting her eyelashes and feigning how it got there... or maybe she would save them the scandal of their dalliance being exposed by hiding it in the hollow of his throat. How he stared at her eyes staring up at him as once again she was looking at his faceplate... kneeling beside him... his discomfort had yet to go away... would she be lurid enough to leave markings smeared across the skin of his stomach and smeared around his-

Azazel bit back a frustrated noise as he forcibly stopped those thoughts as she walked away and he could no longer see her plump bottom lip. Azazel would need to, at the very least, require the attention of a serf when he returned to the rest of his brothers. Being away from her should be enough to fix it...

He tries not to think about the next morning during their morning meal the spots of lipstick she had missed wiping off... and the faded blush on her cheeks... he tries not to think about her pressing a kiss... to the hollow of his throat like a wilting maiden... he hardly notices the way she starts to eat up his thoughts... God Emperor help him.

#warhammer 40k #yandere space marine #yandere #yandere dark angel #dark angel #dark angel chaplain #space marines #oc: azazel #oh boy religious trauma if you're in the know #redebut

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wintertimestoryteller · 9 months

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Vermeil Adoration

Fierce Deity x Implied Deity Reader (can be Linked Universe or not) Drabble

Me, working on Act IIII and Act V of the LU Fairy Tale Collection: Alright so if we do this with slightly more sleep on us and figure a few things out for First I think it should be good to go-

Also Me: *remembers that because of the nature of the Fairy Tale Collection FD will be missing, is immediately assaulted with an idea, sighs, opening up a new WIP* You know what I'll come back to that, I can't not write for him if he's going to be left out.

For the FD Simps/lovers plus myself as I work on the Fairytale Collection, want to post two chapters at once and also crosspost on Ao3 plus life's been busy, apologies for the delay.

You were created from the breath of life itself.

You are the divinity found in the howling of winds cutting through the woods, the snarling of lightning down to the earth, attempting to touch something it may not have and scorch it so deeply new growth would flourish in a maddened frenzy, the sunlight kissing the ice tenderly though it may never do more than bring the crystalizing to shine, tears dripping knowingly from it's cold gaze as the water turns to rain, watering the land in it's unknowable grief in the closest way it could ever touch the sun in the sky. The joyful sound of wolves singing the moon's beauty with their howls, the birds merrily carrying the melody ever onwards so the sun may also partake of it, gleeful frolicking of fawns and foals discovering the world that the Golden Three left in their wake, the symphony of every animal and nature itself at it's finest.

You look at life itself and find divinity in everything.

So by the nature Farore so lovingly made sure you'd have, one would think you and the one hylians, hyruleans and beasts had dubbed 'The Fierce Deity' would never be able to coexist.

You've heard the one's watched over by your sister in divinity, ever watchful time herself with her diamond wings and gaze who pierced to the end of eternity itself with Nayru's patience whisper in primal terror and avarice drenched loathing about him to the trees in every corner of the land, heard beasts under the watch of death and rot himself curse his name to the winds and rain with as much ferocity and fury induced fear as the restless whispers of those denied existence, your brother in eternity with his shell of obsidian and the flames of Din's desire of consumption ever burning in his gaze daring not cross where the ivory and jade forged spirit passed. And of the horror and wonderment of your wild beings as they've hissed and howled and growled and screeched to the flowers and stones of nature.

A man like the hunt itself, divine without the vermeil breath of the primordial ones. The unrelenting slash of the blizzard gales in winter against any unfortunate to stand in their way, leaving the cold emptiness and silence behind, stealing the air from the lungs of living beings like the ocean for those unfortunate enough to fall with no sign of land. An ivory specter of death whom seemingly clawed himself from the void, an harbinger for the End with seemingly no rhyme or reason for those who he set his sights into, either to devour their divinity for himself or favor or bless.

A being like that should have been anathema to all you are and stand for. Or at least it's what anyone, including your divine sister and brother would reason.

Which is why you couldn't help but find it slightly comedic that the so called 'awful beast', capable of enacting such violence to consume divinity on a whim if tested. Was so very careful with you, head laid upon your lap in a rare moment of rest as you carefully weaved flowers into a crown.

You were curious, awfully so, like the foxes who roamed your woods in search of amusement and play, you just couldn't help yourself. You knew he was coming, how could you not, when the primal fear of living things echoed in the back of your mind, warning you as it warned animals of a bigger predator in the food chain? But you didn't run. Not in the face of narrowed, calculating pale eyes and alabaster hair and the scent of iron in the air, thick and old you couldn't mistake it for anything but blood and the marrow deep certainty of a lonsdaleite persistence.

Maybe you should of, in hindsight.

Instead you just blinked with evergreen curiosity, fascination bleeding from your lips before you could even think of stopping yourself, head tilted.

"My. Rumors are certainly exaggerated, you're beautiful."

The memory of his bewildered, flustered caution makes you smile a bit, as everything in between flowed naturally like spring petals on a breeze. You feel an armored hand on your cheek, so, so soft and careful, as if you were as fragile as a flower, and a calm, relaxed rumble of tourmaline lazy curiosity and aquamarine fondness, "Anything on your mind, my breath?"

You couldn't help your chuckle, emerald fondness running around the mosaic of your divinity as you gently run your hand through starlit hair, nuzzling the hand on your cheek and hoping to convey even half the warmth he gave you, "Reminiscing, worry not. Rest a bit more before you must go." You hear him sigh as you place the flower crown on his head, as pale as his hair, but as delicate as your sister in divinity's wings, threaded pthalo like the flame of his existence.

"... Must I? I was late this time, it's only proper I redeem myself for making you wait." He questions, reluctant and guilty in equal measure, fondness blooms over your lungs as you poke his nose, smiling bright, if dim as you answer him, "I'd dare not attempt to deny you your nature, I do not know what you hunt, what you're searching for. But it would be cruel to chain you."

The man many had dubbed 'Fierce Deity' nuzzles into your hand, nestling in close like a wolf over catch, you catch the hints of a frown on his face, "It's hardly chaining when I wish to stay, is it?"

Your breath almost is trapped in your lungs, but you shake yourself out of it, chuckling as you brush your lips over his markings, crimson affection as the carmine and lapis lazuli of his Hunt. The cheek of this man, for that's what you all are in the end, divinity or not, "Maybe not, though for all you rest here with me you still itch to run and hunt. Do you not, my dear warrior?"

The silence is only broken by the whispers of the leaves of the woods carried by the wind and the curious chirping of birds, his unwavering moonlit gaze giving away nothing. And it tells you enough.

You smile, brushing your noses together, spring breeze playful and sun warm, "If you're that worried, then just come back earlier, if you can. I'll have something new for you to look at, and I'll always wait. We have time."

In a flash, you find your positions reversed, your back and hair to the flowers and your wonderful, ever mischievous hunter above you, you yelp and you can't help but laugh before the sound is stolen by his lips. And he cradles your cheeky gently, so very kindly, and when he leans back he looks at you as if you're the first glimpse of water for a man in the desert, or the way a wolf longingly looks at the moon, and it cracks the phosphophylite of your soul and fills it with the gilded gold of emerald love, "... Thank you. I will not keep you waiting long again. I shall remain for now, though. The call can wait."

I love you. I want to stay with you.

"I know." Your hands gently thread through his hair, gleeful as you notice the rare curve of a smile as his cap lays abandoned in the glass, but your flower crown remains, "Be safe, when you do go. I'd be lovely if something happened."

I love you too.

He shakes his head, giving you an unimpressed look, "I cannot be harmed in any way that matters."

You fondly roll your eyes, pressing your index and middle finger to your lips, then touching it lightly against his own, he all but freezes. You refuse to allow him to distract you with admittedly charming affection, and you take the opportunity to tug him into your arms, shifting your positions so you can utilize him as a pillow, safer than you ever felt in your many eons of existence, more comfortable than the stars painting the canvas of the sky with their dance, "Promise me you'll be safe, and you can claim what's yours once you're back. For now I tire of your stubbornness."

You feel his chest rumble, maybe a laugh, maybe a purr or a growl, but he holds you close, steady and lovelier than even the world the goddesses created. "As you wish, my dearest blossom."

You both fall asleep to the songs of nature, you know he'll hunt again, you know he'll be gone soon like late night mist. But for now, a promise for an eternity of this, like how the mortals speak of, is enough.

#linked universe x reader #kinda?#Fierce Deity x Reader #FD x Reader #Deity Reader #or at least highly implied #for myself as a bit of a mental break so I can work on the Fairy Tale Collection properly lol #so apologies to anyone who finds it if it's not all that good or to your taste #contains gratuitous amounts of headcanons I have for FD on those sleepless hours #and a small apology for the FD enjoyers who won't find him in the Fairy Tale Collection #next story maybe

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acourtofkindness · 4 months

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December 18th | @lucienarcheron

Forget Me Not (elucien)

This is the first Elucien story I have ever read and I have no idea how many times I have re-read it since then. It is the story that got me to ship Elucien, the story that made me fall in love with this ship. I still love the story just as much as the first time reading it, it is simply amazing and so wonderfully written and will forever have a big place in my heart.

Tales of Fox and Fawn (elucien)

Just small Elucien snippets that will warm you heart. I love the series sooo incredibly much, it is absolutely amazing and I could re-read it 4 million times, just like basically every story of this amazing author. Thanks for all the amazing stories!

#acotar #acosf #acotar recommendation #elucien #elain x lucien #elucien recommendation

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vicioux · 2 years

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☀️ ELUCIEN FIC RECS ☀️

my OG acotar ship will always be nesta x lucien lol but i got suckered into falling for these two as well by @valamerys ("dove" 🥺) and all the seriously beautiful work that continues to be written year after year. without any further ado here are some of my fav elucien fics i've had the pleasure to read - hope y'all enjoy reading and happy elucien week! p.s you can find the rest of my fic rec lists here.

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BETWEEN THE RAINDROPS WITH YOU by stardustsroses Lucien comes home after a mission to find his mate sleeping in their garden among the summer flowers. Fluff ensues.

DESPERATELY WAITING by shipatfirstsight She tries not to think about Lucien.

COLD HANDS, WARM TOUCH by shaziskhalid Lucien falling sick and Elain going all mother hen on him.

BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL by perseusannabeth Elain gets drunk and decides to sleep in Lucien's room. Also, she keeps talking about her boobs.

DON'T LET ME GO by ellesbasement The first time Lucien comes to visit, Elain doesn't talk to him much.

BURNING GOLD by sennawritesthings “I don’t think I want to know you.” “It’s alright. Would you mind if I know you?”

human!elain

EFFLORESCE by flowerflamestars So bleeding and burning, lost and found, Lucien Vanserra staggered into human lands, and found he wanted to live.

A SOFT PLACE TO FALL by valamerys Math was never a strong subject of hers, but the calculation is too simple to allow error: if one of them must die for this, their family cannot survive without Feyre. But they can survive without Elain.

LA VIE EN ROSE by thelonelybarricade He was being purposefully vague, she thought with a stab of irritation. Elain tried quickly to recall the other rhymes children whispered in the streets of the market. “Can faeries lie?” That russet eye gleamed. “Most can.”

TO MATE A FAERIE by flamesandshadows Elain Archeron is happily married to her true love, Graysen Nolan, and has settled into life at the Nolan estate. But her life is thrown into confusion when a faerie prisoner is brought to the manor.

EXILE by separatist_apologist Humans have been bred for the Fae for as long as the Archeron sisters have been alive. Separated, Feyre and Nesta are sent to shadowy Night Court with feared High Lord Rhysand and his unpredictable winged General Cassian while Elain is taken by Eris Vanserra to terrifying Autumn Court to serve the High Lord's wife.

multichapter

A GREEN AND GROWING THING by valamerys This is the story of the fox boy and the flower girl, of spring and fall and everything inbetween.

THE SUN RISES by zhiantara Fate has tied their souls together; now they just need to get to know each other.

THE AUTUMN FLAME by the_twisted_kingdom Months after the war, Lucien returns to Velaris to see Elain and is pleasantly surprised when she appears open to spending time with him. He is even more surprised when Rhysand sees fit to send him and Elain across Prythian to visit the other courts in an effort to unite them all.

FOX AND FAWN by daevastanner “I have spoken with Feyre...And she has agreed to break our bond.” Lucien stood gracefully and held out his hand. Then he raised her knuckles to his lips, just like a knight in one of the books that Nesta read to her as a girl. Just like a prince. Just like a gentleman. “Happy Solstice, Elain.”

A TALE OF NYMPHS by reveriedusoir Elain is a nymph of spring, spreading beauty and happiness wherever she goes. Lucien is the Lord of Death, whose realm is dying. When they meet, he knows he will need her to save his court - and perhaps for some other things as well.

WONDERLAND by separatist_apologist In a kingdom where a Maiden is forced to be sacrificed to appease the monster in the woods, Elain Archeron is chosen out of spite by her spurned suitor. She doesn't know he's freed every maiden he's ever been sent...but her? Her, he intends to keep.

FIANCES, FIREBIRDS, FOXES AND FAWNS by mango Together, they attempt to unite the fae and mortal lands and unravel the deal made between Koschei and Vassa.

LIABILITY by myinnercrisis A mating bond is supposed to be sacred, right? It seems to be working out just fine for everyone but him.

KINGS, QUEENS, AND VAGABONDS by gingerwritess Elain is wasting away in the Night Court, seeking out a destructive last hope to return to her human life and human love. Her unwanted mate wants nothing more than to see her healed, and takes her to the Day Court, in hopes that true sunlight can bring her back into herself.

smut

WHAT WE WANTED by valamerys Lucien’s first Fire Night as High Lord of the Spring Court puts he and Elain’s fledgling relationship in an awkward position.

YET WE DREAM by valamerys In which Elain is *not* having a nightmare.

NOCTIS by valamerys Lucien is a vampire. Elain is the village's sacrifice in an attempt to keep him at bay.

UNDONE by highfaelucien & pterodactylichexameter "Elain sucks in a delicate breath when she sees the silk binding her hands to the headboard, holding her there for him...And over her eyes...he’s blindfolded her."

modern au

HOLY GROUND by separatist_apologist Blindsided when her ex-fiancé informs her he's taking his mistress on their honeymoon, Elain decides to move back home just until she's back on her feet. When Lucien and Elain reconnect on the dock behind her childhood home, sparks fly instantly and Elain is forced to reconsider what she wants out of her life, and if there's a place for Lucien in it.

BRIGHT AS A FLAME, SOFT AS A ROSE by aquietpersonwithaloudmind An Elucien florist AU.

INSPIRATION by moononastring Aspiring writer Elain Archeron is looking for some inspiration for her new novel when she happens to meet the perfect man for the job.

ALL MY LOVE by lebensmuede In which Lucien does not take well to hearing how Graysen mistreated Elain.

A SPARK OF SOMETHING by shadowriel Elain is a half-fae party girl unwilling to accept her mating bond with Lucien, the fae male she can't help but want. (a Crescent City AU)

THE LOCKER ROOM PACT by neverthecanonotp Lucien Vanserra will soon find out that his transfer to play as goalkeeper for the football team entails many more responsibilities than he bargained for. Or: The one time Elain tries to have a casual hook-up goes spectacularly wrong.

anything and everything by these authors

VALAMERYS SEPARATIST_APOLOGIST ABOOKANDACOFFEE HIGHFAELUCIEN RABBITLOVER1027

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everybody-loves-purdy · 4 months

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With all the animals that have been in ThunderClan's camp, such as foxes and badgers, I'd love to see a more passive animal wander into camp and cause mingled confusion and awe. I can definitely see what the commotion would look like if a deer walked into camp.

Queens and elders would be busy ushering kits and apprentices away from the creature while the leader, deputy, and warriors all try to chase it out of camp. Sometimes, it's successful, as deer are easily spooked. But other times, all they get in return is a blank stare as the deer continues grazing. After the warriors ascertain that the young doe isn't likely to be a threat, the apprentices are allowed to approach it. Their questions of "Can we hunt it?" are swiftly met with an exasperated glare and "Don't be mousebrained."

It doesn't take long for the deer to move on once it's had it's fill of grass, but it's presence is definitely one for the elders' stories.

A group of rambunctious apprentices stumbling across a newborn fawn in the grass only to meet the wrath of it's mother would be a much more entertaining and dangerous tale.

Why can’t this happen this would be so fun.

The lack of deer in warrior cats makes me sad, also the lack of hedgehogs, I think a bold hedgehog would also be a fun animal to have wander into camp.

#acornflower

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runawaycarouselhorse · 6 months

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I will never, ever, ever understand why Deerling is not more popular, but I'm glad the BW! anime gives them so much love and they fill the forest bordering Nuvema Town. They're often in crowd scenes in the Best Wishes! anime, to the point that a user on here has managed to identify that BW! takes place in about half a year because the Deerling are consistently in Spring form in the first half and Summer form in the second half. ;3; (Deerling pixel art by ohdeerling--but the post has been deleted!)

So darling. So sweet. I have never loved a Pokemon this much before... and I'm very fond of the entire Litwick line. I love most fox Pokemon, love Eevee and Vulpix and Ninetales.

But Deerling... cute pastel fawns with flowers... their big, innocent eyes! Their cute, delicate, little limbs. Their adorable fluffy tails!

I think Deerling, various Grass, Fairy, and Ghost types are unique among my top favourites because I didn't become attached to them via a favourite human/trainer in the anime, but just for themselves. Like, I got attached to Arbok and Dustox because of Jessie training them (Arbok even made me love real life snakes and Dustox made me stop fearing moths!), but I wouldn't have likely fallen for them without loving their trainer first...

(Dancing Mawile animation by abgallery. ^^)

Before the introduction of the Fairy type, I used to just say I had Lass-like tastes in Pokemon, fff. Mostly the cute, pink, and round ones... Alcremie is another top Fairy favourite, but so is Mawile! If a Pokemon has both creepiness and cuteness going for it, that's ideal. The creepy-cute Fairy Tale Girls class is one I feel suits me more now!

I have always loved, for instance, many Ghost types because of my fondness for horror... I'm especially fond of Frillish, I find it elegant and beautiful, yet also adorable. I love their fairy tale royalty aesthetics, I love their cute, dainty lashes, their little crowns, their veil-like fluttering tendrils/tentacles, their ability to paralyze prey with their venomous embrace... even if I'm not fond of their evolved forms.

I adore so many Grass types that look like flowers, including the similar underrated (in my opinion) Hoppip line, Bellossom and Lilligant! They're cute, darling, and refreshing to look at.

Togepi was a childhood favourite, alongside Eevee and Mew, because of how adorable and baby-like I found it in the anime. I always loved the idea of being a mother, so Togepi was endearing!! I still have a Hasbro reversible Togepi plush from 1998. I took her with me before I began my first paying job in June of 2022. ^^

But I've never been so attached to a Pokemon that any time I see it, I feel this big of a burst of joy, and feel like it's truly mine, like I do Deerling. I'm almost happy it isn't absurdly popular, because it makes collecting it a lot easier, if there isn't much to collect. ^^;;;; A few plushies (Sitting Cuties, Jakks Pacific standing, musical--different sizes, different Season forms), a bunch of smaller and more cheaply made kid's toys, Jakks Pacific action figures, keychains, stickers, and trading cards.

(Deerling pixel art by starfruut.) I don't even want a huge collection, I'm happy with just a few pieces I really like, I love Spring Deerling most of all, but Autumn Deerling also grew on me.

#Deerling #Pokemon #Togepi #Hoppip #Bellossom #personal #Jumpluff #Skiploom #favourite Pokemon #gif #hands *#faceless *#Hanecco #Watacco #Popocco #Kireihana #Dredear #Kucheat #Mawile #long post

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Ok, I need to ask for 011 for the twins! I just gotta know!

Also maybe 008 and 027 as well!

ASK GAME

11.) How would your character court the person of their dreams?

Yuu Shi- wouldn't. period.

oH nonnono she would convince THEM to court HER.

She wants to be fawned over. She wants to be spoiled. Adored, clung to.

As for how she would convince them... Well- ironically the person of her dreams would be equally trusting with her as she is with them. Encouraging and supportive, meaning they wouldn't mind all of her shenanigans, maybe even work WITH her on them. So, to convince them, she'd prove her worth to make them fall for her. She'd prove she has their best interest in mind. AKA she'd just be a highly caring, soft, nurturing individual, but she refuses to call it so.

She'd showcase her talent, affection, intelligence, mostly affection- clingy, blushy koala affection

maybe have a bit of nerves regarding how she can truly make them happy-

BUT as soon as she works through that- She hopes just one "Oh, you want to kiss me sooooo bad-" would do the trick.

Jocia is the type of person, on the other hand, to have less structured plans involved in 'courting,' if you could call it that- She has always been a very blunt, forward individual, and that is no different in regard to flirting.

She'd not so subtly invite potential partners out for several different activities, be it travel or chilling at home. While I would love to say she'd just come out and be like 'do u wanna make out,' she does also get nervous.

She is well away of how abrasive she can come off as, and that she can be unintentionally intimidating even towards people she's close with. After she confirms that her potential dream partner is completely comfortable, at ease, and happy with her, though, she will most definitely start an ambush of affection.

After that, it all simply comes down to clearly stating, "Can I kiss you?"

(this is so mushy but fuck it we ball <333)

8.) What is their favorite fairy tale?

aAAAH welp- I'm going off of Twisted Wonderland's version of fairy tales- s o maybe lets just call them stories in case i fuck up and choose something that's actually just canon history like pinnochio or smth.

Shi is partial to a Korean (Or ig whatever the twst equivalent would be-) folktale "Gyeonmyo jaengju" It is a story about a fisherman who has a pearl stolen from him. His dog and cat, in an attempt to show their gratitude towards their owner, retrieve the pearl. However, the cat accidentally drops it, and the two end up fighting. The cat later retrieves the pearl and returns it to the fisherman. The dog receives none of the credit.

It stuck with her ever since she found it in her studies when she was young. She grew attached to it due to the inclusion of animals, but why does she still like it so much? She couldn't be... pro je c t ing? could s h e? PSHHH NAHHH.

Jocia can't read /j or rather- she has little desire to. She never paid much attention to stories such as that or- stories in general when it came to study or schooling, and let's just say their parents weren't the type to read their children books.

If she HAD to pick a favorite, it'd be something very basic, most likely on the count that it was the one she remembered the best and therefore found most entertaining.

That particular tale is a somewhat incorrect recount of "The Monkey's Paw" given she only ever heard a summary of the tale- The tale of a man using the paw to grant three wishes, each coming with a terrible price in order to grant. She tried to tell the story to Yuu to teasingly scare her one time, only to found that she already knew it, and also shared a story known as "The Fox Girl."

While "The Fox Girl," another Korean story about a man who desired so much to have a daughter that he wouldn't mind if she were a fox, wasn't either of their 'favorites' per se, but it stuck with them both as- well probably one of the last conversations they had together where they truly, really got along well.

27.) What is their idea of perfect happiness?

Safety. No one can hurt her when she's on her thrown on top of the world. She can't visualize it in a scene, but she can FEEL it. It burns in her heart, a desire so strong she'd do anything just to touch it. No matter how out of reach.

Security. She is at peace. Everyone she loves is at peace. The people she loves can finally rest easy. They can care for themselves. They don't all have to cling to each other like they're in danger. It is time to sleep soundly. She can finally let go.

#boopshoopsramblings #yuu shi #jocia gains

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slutxs · 2 years

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FLUNG THROUGH TIME

SERIES : DEMON SLAYER

lowercase intended

Chapter 3

Chapter song :

[ snowy path]

Cicadas Chriped loudly around the unconscious girl that laid in middle of the woods. The bright moonlight casted glow onto her skin that made her most tempting. Surrounded by wisteria trees that unknowingly protected from the horrors outside of her little forest fortress. Laid beside the sleeping girl was a glinting sword the hilt black as night. A few paces away was a fox mask which was white with red swirls moving ever so slowly against the porcelain clay.

Petals from the wisteria fell around her in a way making a halo as she slept peacefully. She wouldn't wake till dropplets of rain touched her face. Liyah eyes move behind her lids as she groans and pushes herself into a sitting position before opening her eyes. Liyah took in her surroundings in a state of weary and confusion.

Where was she... The strine was nowhere in sight and the wisteria trees looked much younger than what she was used to. Looking down she finally noticed the sword, it was like the one she saw in the strine but the hilt wasn't totally black it was infused with white linen. Which look slightly worn with the it had pieces hanging from its hilt.

Sliding her hand around the sword liyah carefully picks it up, moving it back and forth feeling the weight in her hands. As she runs her index finger over the dull part of the sword she flooded with memories of time before and now. The sword showed her glimpses of the past and how important her arrival in this time would be.

Liyah clenches her eyes close trying to stop all the information flowing into her brain. She gasps slightly choking on her breath. She cuts her hand on the blade and watches in fear as the wound slowly but surely binds itself together right in front of her frantic gaze.

"What the fuck!'" Liyah scream out in the silence of the night. Her night was not going great at all first she got sucked into a sword back in time and now shes some kind of vital piece to a puzzle. Liyah stood weakly off the ground, taking a deep breathe she sheathes the sword and tucks it into her obi.

Out the corner of her eyes she sees swirls of ink. Turning fully she glances down at the mask taking in the slowly movements of the ink; it was beautiful... Almost like it was dancing a lovers tale against the ivory paint. Reaching down liyah picks up the mask slowly and watches and the ink pick up speed almost as if it was reacting to her presence. It swirled excitedly forming small fire works against the clay before calming itself like a body of water.

Liyah smiles down wildly at the mask before tying it around the hilt of the sword that was now in her occupancy. Taking it her surroundings liyah knew she couldn't stay in her safe heaven forever she had to find someone to help her. She didn't know where to start which made her feel fearful of what was to come. Looking up into the starry night she noticed it was too dark which was telling her it wouldn't be daylight anytime soon.

Taking slow steps liyah reaches the end of the wisteria trees which lead back into the back into the dark forest in front of her. Looking around a thought pops up in her mind. No longet than a second liyah bends down grabbing hand fulls of wisteria petals. She started by stuffing stuffing some into her kimono and braiding it into the linen on the hilt of sword. The petals where pretty, liyah didn't give much thought to them. She did not know they would grant protection for a few days time before the wilted away.

Steping onto the black Forest floor just outside the wisteria trees liyah listened quietly to her surroundings. Suddenly her hearing was keen, she could hear from a mile away. . there was a doe and fawn drinking from a river and about another mile ahead she hear a mother bird feeding her hatchlings in the late night. While her smell and sight did nothing for her she noticed that nails long giving into the shape of stilettos, her nails we're sharp as talons. Liyah didn't know what she turned into but she would use it to her full advantage.

Liyah decided to follow the path of the river hopefully it would direct her to where humans would be. Liyah stepped fully into the forest and turned right following the the soft sounds of flowing water. She would be stuck in the forest for a few days from how far the river flowed throughout the Forrest. She would have to find food along the rivers path which would be easy. Unknowingly to her before she would reach civilians her petals would wlit.

Liyah hummed a soft tune as she walked thinking of how she got into all this mess in the first but for some reason all the information that given to her was locked into a box in the back of her consciousness. Shaking her from her muddled thoughts liyah brought up one sharp finger to poke at her lips. It was a habit of hers, yelping from accidentally jabbing her lip. Liyah slowly licked up the blood from her stinging lip, catching her pink tongue on bottom row of her teeth she felt the dull poke of fangs hiding underneath her gums.

To say liyah was shell-shocked... She was actually going crazy she wasn't something quite human anymore, it was weird to say the least. But she wouldn't knock anything after being sent to past by a fucking talking sword. Liyah didn't notice that she had came to a full stop while checking out her teeth. Liyah picks up her pace placing her hand against the hilt of her sword. It give her a sense of protection within the pitch dark forest.

Liyah sighs in relief as she is met with the river it few like hours she'd been walking but she for some reason she could keep going for a little. The river was made up sharp rocks and dead logs, surrounding it liyah noticed the snow finally. It was so white.. So clean that liyah felt she was dirtying it with just by staring at it. Silently liyah walks the snow filled path, moving at pace where regular humans would grow tired after a while.

Folding her arms into the sleeves of kimono to protect her from the cold of this area. Liyah begans the same hum from earlier; it's tune calming her once more and causing the black ink on her mask to finally pick up a soft movement again.

Unkowing to liyah a few miles out of radar was a tall figure standing so still that it was not human . The talk figure could not be made out due to the darkness of the trees covering the moon. The figure watched liyahs every move down to the twitch of her full lips as she hummed that sounded much more eerily.

Those luminous eyes bled yellow with blue sclera. Watching closely the figure eyed the wisteria petals in disbain. The tall figure moved it's eyes back to the girls face almost painstakingly slow not wanting to miss anything. The snow fell against her eye lashes and her vine like hair, it most outer worldly.

"Interesting... "

#spotify #anime #characters x oc #black readers #ambw bwam #demon slayer #tanjiro kamado #fanfic #black reader

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lucienarcheron · 9 months

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Tales of the Fox & the Fawn - III

Season I - A series of short snippets to fill my Elucien heart.

Masterlist

Territorial and Proud

It wasn’t that Elain didn’t like Vassa. The enchanted queen was very friendly and pleasant.

But she had a very loud personality and made Lucien laugh.

She made Lucien laugh a lot and while Elain always wanted Lucien in a good mood and laughing, she didn’t like it when other females made him laugh. Constantly.

It also didn’t help that Vassa’s visit came around the time of their mating frenzy, which had barely passed.

So it wasn’t that Elain didn’t like her. She actually liked her quite a bit! They would absolutely become the closest of friends. It was just that...she found herself a tad territorial around her mate. In that irrational way the mating frenzy could make a person.

And in Elain’s humble opinion, Vassa had over-welcomed her stay.

So the logical thing was to remind the very nice, very friendly queen, that she needed to go home. This logical thing included no pants.

Elain’s bare feet padded softly down the stairs and into the hall, towards the dining area of the House of Wind where she knew they would all be. By they, she meant everyone and by everyone, she specifically meant Lucien and Vassa.

She ran her fingers through her loose hair, letting it fall over her shoulder and down her back as she fixed Lucien’s tunic on her frame. She swam in it, the sleeve falling off one shoulder, and only reaching her mid-thighs. It smelled like their scents mixed together and if that wasn’t encouragement enough for the others to scatter on sight, Elain already had another way in mind.

She didn’t even have to say a word when she came into the room. She knew she had Lucien’s attention instantly, knew she had everyone’s attention now but Elain chose to head to the dining table that had an array of finger food arranged on it instead. The silence that followed her entrance merely confirmed to her that indeed, she had left everyone speechless.

Human Elain would’ve fainted at the sight of this Elain. But this Elain had shed human etiquette a long time ago.

“Dove. You seem to be forgetting something.”

Lucien’s voice was breathless in her ear. His face was flushed as he stood in front of her, shielding her from everyone else’s sight. Her gaze dropped down to the crotch of his pants where his arousal was evident and Elain met his gaze again with a coy smile.

“No. I’m not forgetting anything.”

“You’re not wearing any pants.”

“I’m not wearing panties either.”

“Elain.”

“Does it bother you that I’m not wearing anything but your shirt?” she asked, innocently blinking at him, shifting a little so that she was once again in full view of their audience. She watched him run a hand over his lips.

“Not in the slightest.” he replied quietly, shifting in front of her once more. “I’m just trying to figure out why you’re doing it in front of everyone else.”

“Because I like people to know that I’m yours. And that you’re mine.” Elain replied. Her eyes flickered to the table then back to him and she smiled, shifting again. “Do you think people would know that if we fucked on the table?”

She saw, felt, and heard his breath hitch and Elain knew he was seconds away from whining.

“Elain.” he begged, his body in front of hers, shielding her away from the others once more. “People already know about us, dove. We have nothing to prove.”

“Who said anything about proving to anyone?” she questioned with a quirked brow. “What if I just want you to fuck me on this table? Right here, right now.”

Lucien’s fists clenched, the scent of their arousal taking over the room and Elain was vaguely aware of their said audience trying to scatter away from them as quickly as possible.

“We have guests.” he said quietly, pinching the bridge of his nose and she giggled.

“They can watch.” she replied and tugged gently at the end of his tunic. Her cheeks heated at her own bold words. “I don’t mind.”

Lucien growled, his control finally snapping. The table had been cleared — Rhys seemed to know what would happen next — and Lucien had Elain sprawled on the table in the next second, a whimper slipping from her lips as he tore at the tunic, the shirt falling open – like Elain was a gift he was meant to unwrap.

“When I fuck you, dove,” he began, spreading her legs, his hands slowly trailing up and down her body. “I am the only one who gets the privilege of watching you unravel.”

#elucien #elucien fanfics #elain archeron #lucien vanserra #acotar fanfiction #tales of the fox and the fawn #fic: ff #fic: territorial and proud #couldn't help but post an elucien one too today #gfics

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moononastring · 2 years

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Okay but I love all of the Elucien fox and fawn stuff just read all of it in order can’t get enough. I love how playful you write them 100/10🥰

Yay!! So glad you enjoyed them!! I had a blast writing those! I find that the playful tone suits Elucien ☺️ it’s one of my favorite ways to write them!

Thank you for reading darling!! ♥️♥️♥️

#elucien #tales of the fox and fawn was so fun to do #just fluff for my babies 🥰#asks #‘nonnie

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captainpirateface · 9 months

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From the last two days of Donnie Darko/Southland Tales awesomeness!!!!

Sheri and I with Director Richard Kelly and of course... #FrankTheBunny

I told Richard I only had one request as a fan... As he is one of my favorite Directors I told him I would be very happy if on his next flick he worked with Trent Reznor and Atticus Ross.

His response....

(Laughing) "Twist my arm why don't you!"

He indicated he would absolutely love to work with that level of genius. He then reminded me that Rebekah Del Rio worked with him on Twin Peaks. Which I don't know how I forgot!!!! They both performed on the Twin Peaks Return. She told me that David Lynch recorded those performances all in the same day, which was awesome to learn!! So she got to spend time with Trent and his wife. Trent's wife even fawning over Rebekah upon their initial meeting. I asked Rebekah, "I hate to ask but is Trent a nice guy?", I told her I only ask because I've been a massive Nine Inch Nails fan my whole life and always thought that given the chance to meet Trent I would be terrified he would be mean and destroy all the years of love for his music. She said that he and Mariqueen (his wife) are absolutely sweet and down to earth.

So now if Trent wants to meet me...

I will allow it. 😆😆😆

Again thank you to my Gal for attending with me. (I had the foxiest of the foxes on my arm 😉) Thank you to North Park Theatre for being hands down the coolest theater in Buffalo. But also, the 2nd coolest theater "Ever" to yours truly. Coming in right after the Huntridge Theater in my hometown.

Biggest thanks to Rebekah Del Rio and Richard Kelly for being so genuin, affable and sweet.

Love, #CaptainPirateFace

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goforth-ladymidnight · 2 years

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Hi again! 💜

If I may be so curious, what do you like the most about the Feyre × Lucien ship? What gave you the inspiration to write a love story for them? Did you ship them since reading the first book? And is it hard to find inspiration to continue your wonderful story in a fandom filled with feysand?

I'm reading your story now and I really love it 💜, and I got really curious, but of course, feel free to ignore these questions, if you don't feel like sharing. 💜

I hope you are doing well! 💜

And, I don't know if I mentioned it before, but English isn't my mother-language, so please forgive me if I make mistakes. 🙏💜

Hello again! No need to apologize for mistakes. I really admire those who can speak more than one language. At best, I can remember how to count to ten in French. 😁

To answer your question, I think what inspired me most was their potential. Though I haven't written much of anything else (yet), I am a Feylin shipper at heart. Still, it hadn’t occurred to me to write fanfiction or seek out Feylin fan content. (When I first found the official coloring book--my intro to ACOTAR--the plot twist was spoiled even before I read the books. I didn’t know that online fandoms were a thing, and no one I knew in real life had read the novels.)

After joining Reddit in 2020, I somehow stumbled across the r/ACOTAR subreddit and found a community of people who also enjoyed the books! However, very few people liked Tamlin, so I kept to myself most of the time. It wasn’t until several months later that I found comments by people who had shipped Feyre and Lucien from the very beginning, and, despite my Feylin roots, I was instantly inspired.

Feycien doesn’t have a visual aesthetic the way that Elucien does (Fox and Fawn) or that Elriel does (Death and His Lovely Fawn), but that didn’t stop me from exploring their dynamic. I was mostly curious about how certain scenes in the original book would change if we knew what Lucien was thinking, and what would happen if Feyre chose him instead.

I originally intended to follow the original novel much more closely, as well as make my fic about 20 chapters long, but as it turned out, there was more to Feycien’s story than I thought. And even better, I’ve found many people actually like what I write! (As a naturally shy 30-something who picked up writing as a hobby during the lockdowns of 2020, that is incredibly affirming.)

Though my numbers were low in the beginning (especially compared to more popular pairings), I was delighted by the feedback I got. My numbers are still comparatively low when it comes to Feysand, Nessian, and Elucien and Elriel fics, but I don’t mind. I love my readers. 😊❤️

When it comes to Feysand specifically, I am honestly not bothered. That’s not my favorite ship to read for, and I’m not trying to appeal to fans of those works anyway. (Most of them despise Tamlin, and I choose not to engage with them if I can help it. So far it hasn’t been a problem.)

To be fair, I haven’t read that many ACOTAR fanfics myself, but it seems to me that modern AUs tend to be more popular than stories that take place in the original Prythian. I prefer the wild fairy tale world to college AUs and coffee shop slice-of-life stories. Generally speaking, though, if the summary looks interesting, I’ll give it a try regardless of ship or setting.

And speaking of setting, what inspires me to keep writing for Feycien is actually because I’m so fascinated by the world that SJM made. I’m legitimately jealous that I didn’t think of something like Prythian and its magical territories for my own original works. I’ve said many times that Book 1 is my favorite in the series, and I have really enjoyed expanding on that world in ACOFAE.

I will admit, though, that sometimes it is difficult to write for Feycien, as I don’t want to stray so far from canon that it no longer feels like the original Feyre and Lucien. For example, I worried about Lucien actually acting on his desires instead of continuing to be a harmless flirt as he is in canon. I don't know how far along you are in ACOFAE, so I won’t say much more except that I wanted to make sure that Lucien never forgot about the curse and what the consequences would be if he returned Feyre’s affections. Tamlin is his best friend, after all, and I wanted to emphasize that.

There have been a couple other Feycien one-shots I’ve read where it seems that the only reason Feyre chooses Lucien is because Tamlin was being a brooding asshole. I didn’t want to go that route, and I hope that the slow burn between Feyre and Lucien feels earned, not incidental.

I loved this ask! Thank you so much for reaching out. I hope you are doing well also. ❤️ Thank you for reading and supporting my work! Take care.

#inbox asks #why i write #my fanfiction #acofae #feycien #feyre x lucien

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universalinfo · 5 months

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5 Ways How Storytelling Can Elevate Animal Photography in the UK

Welcome to the world of storytelling, where every picture tells a story, and every story creates a lasting impact. For any animal photographer in the UK, weaving a narrative into your work can be the difference between a good photo and a great one.

Here, we explore how a unique approach to storytelling can transform your animal photography from mere snapshots into compelling visual tales. Let’s begin, shall we?

1. Understanding the Animal’s Story

Every animal has a story, and as an animal photographer in the UK, it’s your job to capture it. But how?

Well, it starts with observation. Spend time with your subject, understand their behaviors, and anticipate their next move. This isn’t just about waiting for that perfect shot; it’s about creating a connection with your subject that shines through in your photography.

Consider the background of each animal. Are they wild, or do they have a loving home? Each setting offers a different narrative, and your photo can tell that tale. By capturing the essence of their environment, you can create a more immersive and relatable experience for your audience.

Finally, it’s all about emotions. Animals, like humans, display a range of feelings. Capturing these moments requires patience and empathy. Your photo should evoke the same emotions in your viewers as you felt when taking it.

2. The Power of Lighting and Composition

Photography is an art, and like any art form, it requires a keen eye for detail. Lighting and composition are two tools that can dramatically enhance your storytelling.

As an animal photographer in the UK, you must understand how different lighting conditions affect the mood of your photo. Soft morning light can create a serene, peaceful atmosphere, while harsh afternoon sun can bring out the dramatic tones in your subject’s fur or feathers.

Composition is equally important. The rule of thirds, leading lines, and framing can all be used to guide the viewer’s eye to the focal point of your story. Experiment with different angles and perspectives to find the most compelling way to tell your subject’s story.

3. Capturing the Unseen Moments

The beauty of animal photography lies in its ability to reveal the hidden, the overlooked, the moments that escape the naked eye. As an animal photographer in the UK, your lens has the power to unveil these subtleties and share them with the world.

Think about the delicate interactions in the animal kingdom. A bird meticulously building its nest, the first steps of a newborn fawn, or the playful wrestling of bear cubs. These moments, often unnoticed, are the heartbeats of nature’s ongoing story. Your role is to be an observer, patiently waiting for these natural occurrences.

Don’t just focus on the big, obvious subjects. Instead, turn your attention to the patterns in a butterfly’s wings, the expressions of a fox in its natural habitat, or the gentle nudge of a mother horse with her foal.

These details, while subtle, can make your photographs truly captivating. Remember, sometimes it’s the whispers of nature that have the loudest impact in a photograph.

4. Embracing the Unpredictable

One of the most exhilarating aspects of being an animal photographer in the UK is the sheer unpredictability of your subjects. Animals don’t pose, they don’t follow scripts, and they certainly don’t wait for the perfect lighting. This unpredictability isn’t a hindrance; it’s a treasure trove of spontaneous, genuine moments.

When you’re out in the field, be flexible. If a sudden rain shower interrupts your shoot, use it to your advantage. How does the rain change the mood of your scene? How does it affect the animals’ behavior? These changes can add an entirely new dimension to your story.

Similarly, if an animal doesn’t cooperate as you’d hoped, don’t get frustrated. Instead, use this as an opportunity to capture something new and unexpected. Perhaps their movement leads you to a more interesting backdrop, or their interaction with another animal provides a unique moment. Being adaptable and open to these changes can result in some of your most memorable shots.

5. The Role of Post-Processing

In the journey of storytelling through animal photography, post-processing is your secret weapon. It’s not about altering reality, but about enhancing the story you’ve already captured. As an animal photographer in the UK, mastering post-processing can elevate your images from good to breathtaking.

Start by focusing on the basics like exposure, contrast, and color balance. These adjustments can help correct any lighting issues and bring out the details of your subject. Then, consider how you can use color to enhance the mood of the photo. Warmer tones can convey a sense of comfort and serenity, while cooler tones might create a feeling of mystery or solitude.

But remember, subtlety is key. The aim is to enhance the natural beauty of your subject and the scene, not overshadow it. Over-editing can detract from the authenticity of your image. Trust in the strength of your original shot and use post-processing to subtly elevate it, maintaining the integrity and the story of the natural moment you captured.

6. Trimble Group’s Expertise in Storytelling

Here at Trimble Group, we understand the power of storytelling, especially in the realm of animal photography. Our expertise in turning outdated content into high-quality visuals is a game-changer for any animal photographer in the UK. We combine veterinary knowledge with creative flair to make the science behind animal health not just understandable, but also fascinating and memorable.

We pride ourselves on our creativity, innovation, and commitment to quality. By working with us, you can ensure that your animal photography is not just visually stunning, but also tells a compelling story that engages and educates your audience.

Conclusion

In conclusion, storytelling is an art, and as an animal photographer in the UK, mastering this craft can elevate your work to new heights. And with Trimble Group’s expertise, you can transform your animal photography into engaging, educational, and memorable visual experiences. Join us in advancing animal welfare through the art of storytelling.

#Animal Photography in the UK

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addisonsmusings · 8 months

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A Narnian short:

"Could you share about the world of Spare Oom with us?" inquired the young fawn, addressing King Peter and Queen Susan. King Edmund and Queen Lucy were absent, visiting other regions and creatures. This evening, Peter and Susan had chosen to host the children of the surrounding creatures residing in Cair Paravel.

"Yes! What's it like there? Did you also have to battle an evil queen?" chirped a young beaver, one of Mr. and Mrs. Beaver's offspring. These beavers were the first animals the Pevensie children met upon their initial arrival in Narnia, aside from the wonderful Mr. Tumnus.

With a smile, King Peter glanced at his sister, who had a hint of a smile on her lips. "I wish I could tell you we triumphed over a witch, but our old world is still under the grip of a wicked one." The young ones looked solemn, absorbing the king's words. A satyr then asked the logical follow-up: "Has Aslan visited your world? Surely he could defeat the wicked one, just as he did in the great battle here."

Queen Susan joined the conversation: "Aslan did visit our world, long before we were born. He walked our realm for a while, performing great deeds as a chosen few followed him." The children leaned forward, eyes shining in the firelight. "Tell us more, please!" they exclaimed. King Peter added, "Then we'll go back, to a time before Aslan arrived in our world. There was a prophecy about his coming, though it happened differently than here. He came by a different name, born humbly in a place of wood and hay, resting where some of your kind feed. His greatness was known to some at his arrival."

Confusion filled the children's faces. "But why would a king allow such a thing?" inquired a young fox. "Remember," King Peter replied, "the Sons of Adam and Daughters of Eve were foretold. Our arrival signaled the end of the White Witch, while Aslan's coming ended the evil in your world."

"He grew up as a man, not like he did here in Narnia. He came as a man, like Edmund and me," King Peter continued. "He brought gentleness and power, healing those hurt by the wicked one, giving them the ability to walk and see again. But some were under the wicked one's spell and chose to end him."

Tears welled up in the children's eyes as they listened. The young fawn who had first asked about their old world exclaimed, "But why would they do that to a king? One who's so loving, beautiful, and fearsome?"

Queen Susan's eyes shimmered with emotion. "He understood the deep magic of our world. In our world, when Aslan faced death, it wasn't on a stone table like here, but on a tree. He died there, and in his death, a temple's curtain tore. While the stone table broke here, showing his victory over death, his return took longer. Three days passed before his followers found his tomb empty."

Excitement rippled through the children. "He returned from death, undoing it. In our world, Aslan didn't die for just one, like Edmund, but for all who lived, died, and were yet to be born. He saved them from the clutches of the wicked one."

"Did Aslan defeat the wicked one in your world?" whispered a young beaver.

King Peter's expression turned somber. "He stayed among his followers, those who loved him greatly, but eventually left. Just as Aslan left Narnia after our reign, he has yet to return to our world."

"So, the wicked one still holds that world?" a young centaur interjected.

King Peter shook his head. "The wicked one believes he has control, deceiving and manipulating humanity. But though Aslan isn't seen, he guides those he left behind, leading them in battle. Prophecy says he'll return, crushing the wicked one, and a golden age will begin."

Cheers and joyful leaps erupted from the children as King Peter finished his tale of the Aslan from their old world, where he was known by another name: Jesus.

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