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nikis birthday party got wild
#WIP#gender bent#genderbent tntduo#genderbent#tntblr#tntduo#c!quackity#c!wilbur#my art#dsmpblr#dsmp fanart#dsmp#tntduo fanart#fem!tntduo#fem!quackity#fem!wilbursoot#wilbur soot#winona soot#willow soot#c!wilbur fanart#c!wilbur soot#c!tntduo#c!quackbur#wilkity#wility#fem!wilbur#slight nsft#spicy tntduo fanart#butch!wilbur#butch!c!wilbur
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Would happily let this woman drink my blood.
#Artists on Tumblr#Dsmp#Dream smp#dsmp fanart#Revivebur#revivedbur#wilbur soot#Willow soot#Transfem Wilbur soot#Dream smp AU#Dsmp AU#Wilbur soot much#wilbursoot#wilbur mcyt#Bernadette Alternate Universe#BAU
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forgot some tiny details but anyways i drew myself -willow
#digital art#willow soot#original art#faceclaim#digital drawing#dark academia#my ipad died like 10 times while i was drawing this#god my fingers hurt so fucking bad oh my goddd#by tiny details i mean all of my jewelry
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wilbur has been very hunter coded lately....
#charlie slimecicle#lgbtq#philza#philza minecraft#ranboo#slimecicle#sorry#sorry boys#very sorry#tommyinnit#tom simons#wilbur#wilbur soot#lovejoy#the owl house gus#the owl house#willow toh#toh hunter#luz noceda#amity blight#lgbt#wolves#cults#raul#is#the#alpha
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if wilbur doesn't stream lore today for the cwilbur revival anniversary i've decided that cwilbur spends the day just Living.
he gets up early enough to watch the sunrise, and it's almost blinding, the way it refracts off the snow in the arctic, but he watches anyway because it's his.
he takes time to savor every breath he takes, because they're not suffocating like they were in limbo; not damp from the leaky pipe that's been dripping for the past five years. they're from the sky, fresh and pure, whether it be crisp in the arctic or sweet in the mainlands.
he spends the day mostly in solitude, skirting around to avoid running into people because this day is his and his alone. and for the first time in a year, being by himself doesn't feel like the crushing solitude of limbo. it feels like himself, free and alive.
at the end of the day he finds himself in front of a mirror. he avoids those, most days, but today wasn't like most days.
he looks different, he realizes. he's aged, but not nearly as much as he had in limbo.
he's sprouted a couple more white strands, stress he imagines was induced by his time in las nevadas. he can taste the remnants of burgers on his tongue and can smell the lingering of gunpowder in the air. the smell that seemed to haunt him.
he tries not to think about it.
surprisingly, the dark circles under his eyes have lightened considerably. he remembers them being far darker before, concealed in shadow as he bent over a pile of papers in his office in l'manberg. if anyone had noticed how little sleep he'd been running on, no one had mentioned it.
he shakes his head. he wasn't president anymore. no one was.
his cheeks have filled out to a healthy degree, and a part of him wonders if it was due to ranboo's tendency to shove burgers into his hands at any given opportunity.
he'd call them his test burgers, and he'd appointed wilbur his test burger taster. wilbur had recognized that it was ranboo's attempt to get him to eat something after a busy day of work. he'd appreciate it, but pretend to fall for the facade anyway, praising the chef's cooking with every bite.
and then he remembers his time in pogtopia, when he was much thinner. his cheeks had been gaunt, and he was sickly pale, whether it be from lack of sun or a mark of his declining health, he found that he didn't care.
he didn't care about a lot of thing during that time, including essentials like eating and sleeping. the only time he'd even attempt to force something down was when tommy was being especially insistent, following him around like a duckling with baked potatoes in his hands until wilbur would take one.
eventually he would, and the food would taste like ash, but he'd hide his grimace because tommy would look relieved.
as he looks in the mirror, he realizes that he's different. he's changed.
he's not a president. he's not an exile. he's not a dead man. he's not a ghost.
he's... not sure what he is.
but he's alive, and he figures that's what really counts.
and he knows what he wants to be.
#willow writes#willow talks#wilbur soot#dream smp#this started as a ramble of ideas#and turned into basically a mini fic#i think its kind of funny#anyways follow me on twitter#i don't know how tumblr works#i hope i tagged this right
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Just saw a car with the license plate “LVJ” and my instant thought was “holy shit hit band Lovejoy???” my brain chemistry will never be the same
#lovejoy#wilbur soot#joe goldsmith#ash kobasu#mark boardman#crying rn how the hell#guys I’m almost 20 I can’t#anyways what’s y’all’s favorite song#mine is either cause for concern or oh yeah you gonna cry#:D#piss tag#piss tag my beloved#willow rambles
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YOU - "Kim. Do you think we're friends in other universes too?"
SHIVERS - Two cats jump from chimney to chimney, one cleans soot off of the other's face. A willow sways gently next to her birch, their roots tangle together deep underground. Two boys chase each other through the woods with sticks held like swords. An elderly couple solves the day's crossword puzzle over cups of coffee.
KIM KITSURAGI - "That is a very far-fetched idea, detective. Let's focus on the here and now."
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Drawing by my friend, Willow!! Unfortunately some alcohol markers bled through onto the page
She loves Lovejoy(band), and has been a multi-year fan of Wilbur Soot
Posted with permission ofc
#willow draws with wizzy#dream smp#wilbur soot#wilbur soot fanart#posted with permission#please don't steal
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Abuse those I love
while i ostracize the ones who love me back.
paring: cc!wilbur soot x musician!fem!reader
summary: you and wilbur have broken up, wilbur realizes he messed up.
authors note: tell me how I can write about a breakup without ever being in a relationship ever... I hope this is good idk I apologize if not, I haven’t written anything in months but this man is making me crawl out of my hiatus and WRITE. This was supposed to be longer but i haven’t had motivation to finish it so maybe one day ill make a part two!
warnings: break-up, just pure agnst, short, unedited!
You were an absolute wreck the first month after Wilbur broke up with you. Everything reminded you of him, the bed you shared you've reluctantly crawled into every night. The apartment you lived in, that he left you in.
Empty.
Too quiet.
No longer filled with laughter, and late-night talks, and the sounds of Wilbur's guitar playing when he was figuring out a particular part in a new song he wrote. It felt hollow, It didn't feel like a home without him.
Most days were spent trying to suppress any thoughts of him. How he made you feel. You wished it was all just some fantastical dream you made up in your head, but the memories plagued your mind every time you close your eyes. Flashes of your time together scrambled into a messy fast paced movie in your mind. How his warm palm's skin felt pressed against yours as you intertwined your fingers. His contagious laughter resonated in your ears as he reacted to a dumb joke you made. The nights he held you after a nightmare and you'd cry into his shoulder. The inside jokes and the times you'd sing in the living room making up songs on your guitars. All about love and being in love of course. It was all gone.
It drove you mad to the point where you'd just cry and cry into the pillow that still faintly had the smell of him still lingering. He had left behind some items you refused to get rid of, like the countless polaroids of the two of you, kissing, being cheek to cheek smiling like lovesick fools. Being yourselves because you were safe with one another. The stuffed bear he'd won you at the arcade pier on your fourth date. His clothes were left on the floor in a pile. His dirty dishes in the sick. The shampoo bottle he left in the shower. All of it you refused to touch. As if getting rid of it would finally convince you he was really gone for good.
You thought things were going well between you two, but things quickly turned sour after his band did more frequent shows and a headlining tour for their EP.
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When you met for the first time it was like fate. Honestly, it was like out of a movie. You were at a concert hosted by one of your favorite local bands. Wilbur had just come out of a particularly nasty relationship. Being mostly miserable he didn't really want to join Ash and Mark who invited him out to see a local band, he just wanted to lay in bed and willow in his own self-pity. He reluctantly got up from his state when his bandmates wouldn't stop pestering him. Something told him he should stop being such a grump and go out.
Wilbur was having an average time, the band was good, Mark and Ash seemed to be enjoying it, and that was alright in his eyes. They both tried to get him to at least smile once or twice but failed. His ex kept creeping back into his mind as the bass of the instruments playing an upbeat tune roared from the speakers it shook the floor of the small club they were all packed into like sardines.
People were bouncing around, cheering, and enjoying their lives in the moment so, why couldn't he? It was such bullshit that he couldn't even thoroughly experience this moment when his thoughts were so consuming. He contemplated stepping outside and leaving, apologizing to his friends tomorrow for being a dick, but then-
Then he noticed you standing beside him in the crowd, enjoying the music and singing along to your favorite songs. your hair swishing around you in slow motion with every movement. He thought you were adorable, it made his heart jump in his throat at how fast he instantly was drawn to you like a black hole.
He wanted, no, needed to talk to you. Even if all he could get out was a simple line to get the conversation going. You felt his eyes on you long before he opened his mouth. Of course, you noticed the tall handsome stranger glimpsing at you every once in and while smiling at your antics. So his comment wasn't an unwelcome one.
"So, you really like them huh?" he had asked over the loud electric guitar and the lead singer's vocals. What possessed him to start talking to you, you had no clue but you smiled politely and nodded.
"One of my favorite bands they're awesome!" you shouted still bobbing your head to the beat. "Their sound is so versatile yet unique!"
He smiled, witnessing you genuinely enthusiastic about something you loved made him want to get to know you in a way he's never felt with anyone before. When you smiled back at him with a light in your eyes he knew he was in deep now.
"I'm Wil!" he shouted over the cheers since the song had ended amidst your conversation.
"Y/N!"
That same night he had gotten your number and you texted each other for weeks before meeting up again.
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You both quickly found out that Music was both of your passions. His band was only just starting out but quickly taking off and getting recognized more. You were still making covers in your bedroom, uploading them onto your small youtube channel, and writing your own songs on occasion but too afraid to put yourself more out there.
Wilbur was the one who actually motivated you into finally posting an original song. He always supported your music more than anyone in your life, always driving you, being your muse in a sense. The video had gotten over 50k views in under a month and you could honestly say it was one of the proudest moments in your life.
Of course, you gave him your full support in his career tenfold. Going to his shows and being the loudest in the crowd, singing along to all his songs you knew by heart. Catching your eye in the front row as you watched him on stage like you knew he was born to be. constantly thinking how lucky he was to have you support him. Flattering in chords for a moment when you would look back at him with the most adoring smile pulling at the corner of your lips. You felt so proud of him, and you made sure he knew all the time.
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Now when Wilbur played shows it wasn't the same. When he'd peer out into the sea of people screaming his name he didn't see you. For a while, he pushed his feelings to the side. He was the one to call things off. So why did his heartache when he didn't see you and the adoring smile on your lips?
After a few months, it hit him without warning. One particular night on stage was hell for him. The lights were so bright making his eyes burn, sweat dripping down his forehead as his throat felt raw from singing two nights in a row. Still, he pushed on as the band finished up the first song on the setlist Sex Sells. Next was the song he had written about you, for you. He has performed it countless times and people yelled back to his those lyrics more times than he could count. Lyrics that were so intimate to him. why, why was it bothering him now? It was too late to change it. So he fought back the tears and sang his heart out.
throwing himself into the performance had intercepted his thoughts. Determined to put on a good show he pushed his ever wandering mind to the side. It was only when he sang a particular line that he messed up a chord or two and his throat closed up. He hoped no one caught it as he continued but his mind told him everyone could tell his gears shifted. The rest of the show went somewhat well for the most part. He still couldn't shake you out of his mind.
The band had taken their final bows as they finished up the very last song of the night. The cheers had gotten louder and people were already chanting for an encore. Wilbur, wiping the sweat from his forehead on his arm had spoken into the mic once last time.
"We have been lovejoy, thank you so much for coming out!" he panted out.
As soon as it was over Wilbur walked off the left stage, post-show adrenaline pumping through his veins is what carried his feet as he slung his guitar over his head and handed it to a stage attendant. Quickly making an escape to the stage door before one of the guys could stop and ask him something. The cold Manchester air hit his skin almost instantly cooling his body down from the burning lights and stress, but his chest heaved and his heart was pounding in his ears. Trying to calm himself down by taking deep slow breaths didn't help, instead, he finally excepted everything he had pushed down for months and let it spill out. Wilbur sank to his knees on the concrete and huddled into himself, squashing his face into his knees attempting to hide from the world he let himself sob.
He stayed like that for a long time, just sobbing and wondering to himself why... It had finally struck him intensely just how much he had fucked up.
#cc!wilbur soot#cc!wilbur x reader#wilbur soot x reader#mcyt fanfiction#mcyt x reader#wilbur soot x fem!reader#fanfiction#agnst#c!wilbur x reader#ill write something happy soon i promise
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Cryptidclaw's WC Prefixes List!
Yall said you were interested in seeing it so here it is!
This is a collection of mostly Flora, Fauna, Rocks, and other such things that can be found in Britain since that’s where the books take place!
I also have other Prefixes that have to do with pelt colors and patterns as well!
Here’s a link to the doc if you dont want to expand a 650 word list on your Tumblr feed lol! the doc is also in my drive linked in my pined post!
below is the actual list! If there are any names you think I should add plz tell me!
EDIT: I will update the doc with new names as I come up with them or have them suggested to me, but I wont update the list on this post! Plz visit my doc for a more updated version!
Animals
Mammal
Badger
Bat
Bear
Beaver
Bison
Boar
Buck
Calf
Cow
Deer
Elk
Fawn
Ferret
Fox
Goat
Hare
Horse
Lamb
Lynx
Marten
Mole
Mouse
Otter
Rabbit
Rat
Seal
Sheep
Shrew
Squirrel
Stoat
Vole
Weasel
Wolf
Wolverine
Amphibians
Frog
Newt
Toad
Reptiles
Scale
Adder
Lizard
Snake
Turtle
Shell
Birds
Bird
Down
Feather
Albatross
Bittern
Buzzard
Chaffinch
Chick
Chicken
Coot
Cormorant
Corvid
Crane
Crow
Curlew
Dove
Duck
Dunlin
Eagle
Egret
Falcon
Finch
Gannet
Goose
Grouse
Gull
Hawk
Hen
Heron
Ibis
Jackdaw
Jay
Kestrel
Kite
Lark
Magpie
Mallard
Merlin
Mockingbird
Murrelet
Nightingale
Osprey
Owl
Partridge
Pelican
Peregrine
Petrel
Pheasant
Pigeon
Plover
Puffin
Quail
Raven
Robin
Rook
Rooster
Ruff
Shrike
Snipe
Sparrow
Starling
Stork
Swallow
Swan
Swift
Tern
Thrasher
Thrush
Vulture
Warbler
Whimbrel
Wren
Freshwater Fish
Fish
Bass
Bream
Carp
Dace
Eel
Lamprey
Loach
Minnow
Perch
Pike
Rudd
Salmon
Sterlet
Tench
Trout
Roach
Saltwater fish and other Sea creatures (would cats be able to find some of these? Probably not, I don't care tho)
Alge
Barnacle
Bass (Saltwater version)
Bream (Saltwater version)
Brill
Clam
Cod
Crab
Dolphin
Eel (Saltwater version)
Flounder
Garfish
Halibut
Kelp
Lobster
Mackerel
Mollusk
Orca
Prawn
Ray
Seal
Shark
Shrimp
Starfish
Sting
Urchin
Whale
Insects and Arachnids
Honey
Insect
Web
Ant
Bee
Beetle
Bug
Butterfly
Caterpillar
Cricket
Damselfly
Dragonfly
Fly
Grasshopper
Grub
Hornet
Maggot
Moth
Spider
Wasp
Worm
Trees
Acorn
Bark
Branch
Forest
Hollow
Log
Root
Stump
Timber
Tree
Twig
Wood
Alder
Apple
Ash
Aspen
Beech
Birch
Cedar
Cherry
Chestnut
Cypress
Elm
Fir
Hawthorn
Hazel
Hemlock
Linden
Maple
Oak
Pear
Poplar
Rowan
Redwood
Spruce
Willow
Yew
Flowers, Shrubs and Other plants
Berry
Blossom
Briar
Field
Flower
Leaf
Meadow
Needle
Petal
Shrub
Stem
Thicket
Thorn
Vine
Anemone
Apricot
Barley
Bellflower
Bluebell
Borage
Bracken
Bramble
Briar
Burnet
Buttercup
Campion
Chamomile
Chanterelle
Chicory
Clover
Cornflower
Daffodil
Daisy
Dandelion
Dogwood
Fallow
Fennel
Fern
Flax
Foxglove
Furze
Garlic
Ginger
Gorse
Grass
Hay
Heather
Holly
Honeysuckle
Hop
Hyacinth
Iris
Ivy
Juniper
Lavender
Lichen
Lilac
Lilly
Mallow
Marigold
Mint
Mistletoe
Moss
Moss
Mushroom
Nettle
Nightshade
Oat
Olive
Orchid
Parsley
Periwinkle
Pine
Poppy
Primrose
Privet
Raspberry
Reed
Reedmace
Rose
Rush
Rye
Saffron
Sage
Sedge
Seed
Snowdrop
Spindle
Strawberry
Tangerine
Tansy
Teasel
Thistle
Thrift
Thyme
Violet
Weed
Wheat
Woodruff
Yarrow
Rocks and earth
Agate
Amber
Amethyst
Arch
Basalt
Bounder
Cave
Chalk
Coal
Copper
Dirt
Dust
Flint
Garnet
Gold
Granite
Hill
Iron
Jagged
Jet
Mountain
Mud
Peak
Pebble
Pinnacle
Pit
Quartz
Ridge
Rock
Rubble
Ruby
Rust(y)
Sand
Sapphire
Sediment
Silt
Silver
Slate
Soil
Spire
Stone
Trench
Zircon
Water Formations
Bay
Cove
Creek
Delta
Lake
Marsh
Ocean
Pool
Puddle
River
Sea
Water
Weather and such
Autumn
Avalanche
Balmy
Blaze
Blizzard
Breeze
Burnt
Chill
Cinder
Cloud
Cold
Dew
Drift
Drizzle
Drought
Dry
Ember
Fall
Fire
Flame
Flood
Fog
Freeze
Frost
Frozen
Gale
Gust
Hail
Ice
Icicle
Lightening
Mist
Muggy
Rain
Scorch
Singe
Sky
Sleet
Sloe
Smoke
Snow
Snowflake
Soot
Sorrel
Spark
Spring
Steam
Storm
Summer
Sun
Thunder
Water
Wave
Wet
Wind
Winter
Celestial??
Comet
Dawn
Dusk
Evening
Midnight
Moon
Morning
Night
Noon
Twilight
Cat Features, Traits, and Misc.
Azure
Beige
Big
Black
Blonde
Blotch(ed)
Blue
Bounce
Bright
Brindle
Broken
Bronze
Brown
Bumble
Burgundy
Call
Carmine
Claw
Cobalt
Cream
Crimson
Cry
Curl(y)
Dapple
Dark
Dot(ted)
Dusky
Ebony
Echo
Fallen
Fleck(ed)
Fluffy
Freckle
Ginger
Golden
Gray
Green
Heavy
Kink
Knot(ted)
Light
Little
Lost
Loud
Marbled
Mew
Milk
Mottle
Mumble
Ochre
Odd
One
Orange
Pale
Patch(ed)
Pounce
Prickle
Ragged
Red
Ripple
Rough
Rugged
Russet
Scarlet
Shade
Shaggy
Sharp
Shimmer
Shining
Small
Smudge
Soft
Song
Speckle
Spike
Splash
Spot(ted)
Streak
Stripe(d)
Strong
Stump(y)
Sweet
Tall
Talon
Tangle
Tatter(ed)
Tawny
Tiny
Tough
Tumble
Twist
Violet
Whisker
Whisper
White
Wild
Wooly
Yellow
#cryptidclaw's warriors au#?#Im tempted to use these in the au#some characters deserve some more fun names hehe#rise of change#warrior cats#warrior cats design#warriors#warriors names#warriors naming#warriors prefixes
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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.
All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold
Describing names
Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow
Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged
Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,
Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven
Elements
Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,
Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke
Plants
Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire
Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley
Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal
Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar
Animals
Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk
Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon
Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt
Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey
Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey
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this is for wilbur soot alters of any kind
here are some names you can use instead of wilbur [if you do not want to be associated w/ your source because of drama or etc] {I'm sorry if some of these are basic]
Masc:
Atlas
Ambrose
Orion
Theodore
Kenley
Oliver
Noah
Ash/Asher/Ashton
Elias
Bennett
Silas
Milo
Max
Felix
Theo
Edgar
Feminine:
Lyra
Stella
Odeliah
Celeste
Cora
Laney
Peony
Willow
Ava
Hazel
Autumn
Lydia
Allison
June/Juniper
Gender neutral:
Wren
Sunny
Halko
Quinn
Chip
Artemis
Bee
Clover
Cyrus
Wisteria
Ren
FIn
Tunic
Azarius
Otto
Ostro
Hexen/Hex
#lgbtq#lgbtqia#lgbt#alters#did alter#plural system#system stuff#system#did system#osdd system#system did#did#did osdd#osdid#osdd#osddid#Wilbur soot alter
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That Bau!Willow art we drew except she has more realistic features. <3
#dream smp#dsmp#bau#bernadette alternate universe#dream smp au#dsmp au#dsmp fanart#transfem wilbur soot#willow soot#wilbursoot#wilbur mcyt#mcyt#transfem#wilbur soot#wilbur soot fanart#william gold
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catch up! 💫
Thanks for the tag dear @deandoesthingstome
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Kyne's Priestess
Not really a microfic so much as a snippet from the longfic I'm writing, but I really enjoyed how I wrote Kyne/Kynareth and wanted to show it off here
Basic Summary: a priestess of Kynareth (and unknowing Dragonborn) gets scolded by her patron for being a shut in. 907 words.
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An autumn wind channeled through the woods of the West Weald, causing fallen leaves to dance and the river to run faster than its usual flow. Tatia emerged like an angry nymphe rising from her stream, silently cursing the wave that almost sent her drifting down the bend. She didn’t need a word of discipline to know that her patron felt scorned. The woods themselves would punish her, and with their own innate cruelty: a reminder that what sustains her can just as easily consume her if taken for granted. The priestess closed her eyes, took in a breath, then started towards camp.
As she padded along the grass, the shadow of a bird cast itself above her head. It held in the air, capturing the morning sun on its back, then settled on a nearby branch where her clothes hung dry. The creature bore the resemblance of an eagle, with sharp talons and brown-speckled wings that stretched the length of its perch - but that was where the similarities ended. Its face had no eyes, no golden beak, but was flattened instead by a clay mask which mirrored the visage of man. The creature craned its neck to an unnatural degree and spoke to her in hushed whispers, like a whistle in the breeze.
“Teach you to forget your morning hymns, my little flightless thing.”
“You’ll forgive me if I’m not in a singing mood.” Tatia muttered, her voice lacking in warmth or sincerity. She paid no mind to it as she stood by the campfire and started wringing the water from her soot-painted curls. “I hardly slept last night with all the noise coming from the road.”
The creature laughed, and it sounded like chimes beating against the wind. “Ah, yes! The men in the painted wagons! I was drawn to them in the night after I fell out of a breeze. They had built a fire that burned large and bright, and around that fire they sang and danced and played little pipes until morning dewdrops freshened in the new day. So drunk they were on wine and mirth that they collapsed right there in the grass and made a bed of it!”
“I’m sure you kept their fire burning long after its time.” Tatia remarked.
“I did.” the creature mused. She could hear the smile in its voice. “I kept it low and steady - strong enough to keep them warm but not scorching, and I watched over their sleeping bodies like a mother guards her young. Before long they crawled into their little wagons and cracked the reins, and the hooved beasts carried them off into the horizon.” it then remarked, “I might have been more generous with you this morning, had you half a mind to join them!”
The priestess scoffed at that. “I hate large gatherings. You know that.”
“Hate!” the creature made a hissing noise and beat its wings against the air in a huff. “Oh, and how well you keep it! Your heart is surely made of stone. It holds no joy, no sorrow, nor anything that breathes life into your fellow man. How often I’ve brought you sweet smells and pleasant melodies only for you to turn your head. You’ve never once delighted in them - not one! And there is no greater offense to me than that.”
“Then find some other priest to sing your praises at the crack of dawn.” Tatia whipped around to glare at the beast, her thick brows furrowed with contempt. “The things that live in these woods are protected so long as I’m here to keep it that way. That is the promise I made to you.”
“Yes.” the creature replied, speaking softly and with immeasurable patience. “I know very well the promise that you made, just as I know the company you keep with the larks and the roaming bear, and the willows longing for their wild youth in the days of old Cyrod. It is through their eyes that I have watched you crawl upon the green like a low and humble beast, spitting at anything that may disturb the peace.” The creature paused and beat its wings against the air once more. It dug its talons into the linen folds hanging on the branch, then took to the air with them - only to drop them on the priestess’ head.
Tatia cursed, her voice muffled the fabric. “Hey-!”
“But you are neither lowly nor humble.” the creature continued. “And I did not make you so you could spend your days frolicing among daisies. For seven years you have stood as vigil as the hare, witnessing the world from the safety of your den - but you will not lay sleeping forever.” a strong gust of wind flung the creature higher into the air, and it sang in tongues unknown to the priestess below.
“Ahrk fin zul, rok drey kod, nau tol morokei frod. Rul lot Taazokaan motaad voth kein.” it circled above her, chanting. “Nuz aan sul, fent alok, fod fin vul dovah nok. Fen kos nahlot mahfaeraak ahrk ruz!”
The priestess pulled the linen from her face and watched on in stubborn silence. She expected the creature to leave her with that, as it always does. It talks and talks, and by the time she thinks to question it, it takes to the sky without a word.
Serves me right for thinking I could have a quiet morning to myself, she thought.
#tesfic#microfic#wip#the elder scrolls#skyrim#tes skyrim#kyne#kynareth#Tatia Stormcrown (oc)#Dovahkiin#for anyone curious about the dovah its just a snippet from the dragonborn theme that I really wanted to incooperate lol
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By the Light of the Silvery Moon
Part 4
Summary: Announcements are made that pleases, Prince Paul.
Notes: This is an AU take on Prince Paul. It will contain some supernatural elements to it. I wanted to have a bit of fun with this character. I hope you enjoy it! Sorry, it took so long since I last wrote for this story. Promise not to wait so long for the next chapter.
Thank you for reading. ❤️s, reblogs, & feedback is welcome. The body of the princess is just to help with collage. Truly use your imagination as to whom you see best suits Prince Paul.
“You will love this,” Paul reassured you. He led you to one of the bigger willow trees. The larger pond was tucked between it and some poplars. Watching you, he enjoyed the grace in which you moved as you sat down on the bench.
You glanced around and a small smile touched your lips that reminded him of flower petals. He handed you his handkerchief, you dabbed your eyes.
“It is really lovely Paul.” You glanced around. “It’s tucked away, peaceful.”
He remained standing and nodded. “Yes. When I want some quiet, I come out here.”
“I have a library in my family’s estate that is like this for me.”
She is interesting, Paul mused. Learning Russian, enjoying the quiet of a library.
A very comfortable silence with the only exception of a distant bird or the breeze ruffling the vibrant leaves that filled the trees.
As much as he did not wish you bring tears to your eyes, he had to let you know he was very aware of how she can be. “My mother can be exceptionally cruel.”
He noticed, you glanced around before you looked over at him. “You allow it, Paul. I do agree.”
He nodded. “I am sorry that you have barely been here and have already had a taste of her viciousness.” Going over to you, he finally sat down beside you and laid his hand beside yours.
Looking pleased at him, warmed him.
“I suppose, if I may be so bold.” You glanced down and brought your gloved hands to your lap.
When you gave him a sidelong glance, he nodded.
“She is desperate to make certain of my purity for the kingdom.” You swallowed. “The letters of my own physician and the world of my own father and mother was not enough for her.”
“There were no rumors, no ill words circling. I do not understand her doubt.”
You shared an understanding looking.
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Paul huffed in his quarters, as he paced. He was relieved for his wig to be sitting off to the side. He had with pleasure ran his fingers through his short curls it had helped him to unwind. A kernel of annoyance was still nestled in his stomach over how his mother had treated you. She was kinder to the courtiers.
He had shed his day clothes and changed into those he would wear tonight for at the party your mother was giving in your honor and those of your parents. She had already planned for the best in the Russian court to attend, so all those that mattered especially to her would be there.
She made it very clear to him that she had not particularly wanted someone from the German court. She had let him know that she wished there would have been a girl from the French court, possibly even the Spanish court that would have been better match but you fulfilled all that one should have in a wife, she couldn’t deny it.
So not wanting to wait any longer, she would announce the engagement. The joining of your families and the words the physician shared with her made her the most pleased he had seen her since Potemkin had won her over with his victories. So with all in attendance the word would spread fast.
As for him, it pleased him. You had a sweet, gentle demeanor that drew him to you. He looked toward the horizon, the future and believed in his heart that taking care of you would be something he’d enjoy.
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Hearing the gentle growling bordering on a whimper, Paul, turned smiling and went to open his door. “Hello, Cinder.” He let his Wolfhound in. He wondered where Soot had gotten too, usually those two were inseparable.
Kneeling in front of Cinder he soon gave him a good petting. Cinder’s pink tongue lolled happily. His eyes bright.
“Where is your brother, mmm boy?“ Cinder just woofed softly and tilted his head to the side. “Lot of new smells. Huh?“
His door banged open, making him wince mid pet.
“Is playing with your dogs terribly important right now?”
Bowing his head, he made a face while continuing to pet Cinder. He would not reply to his mother’s sharp remark.
Her dress swished across the floor as she made her way over to him. “Are you even listening to me?”
“Yes, I just don’t always care to reply.”
He managed to see her sigh. It pleased him.
“I am very satisfied with this union. It will be good.”
He nodded. “Good.” Dusting himself off he stood.
“I will announce it tonight.”
He wasn’t about to tell her he already knew. Best to just let her speak.
“Will you be wearing this?” She gestured to his navy blue attire.
“Yes.”
She made a face.
“Well, make sure you have a pleasant expression on your face. We don’t want others to start speculating about the two of you.”
“I will be myself.” He swallowed, he finally met her eye. “If you were worried about that, then maybe the physician should not have been so cruel to her.”
“I wasn’t about allow you to marry a soiled woman.” She sneered.
He glanced towards the ceiling of his room. “There were no rumors or ill words about her. He could have been more gentle.”
She stepped closer to him. “When the time comes for your own son to marry you will understand.”
He pressed his lips together.
“Now stop playing with your dog. And freshen yourself up.”
“Yes, mother.”
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“It is with great pleasure, as your Queen I announce betrothment of my son Prince Paul and Princess of Wurttenberg of Germany.”
Cheers rang out, glasses clinked and fist rose in the air.
A genuine smile spread across his face as he allowed himself to look around the room. Finally, with a squeeze of his heart he looked over at you. As your eyes met seeing the natural dusting of pink sprinkling your cheeks lifted his spirits.
******
The band played a sweet, light song and with a hand on your hip that he hoped no one would notice trembled and his other hand held yours. Your fingers naturally entwined like a braid. The two of you twirled and swished. As he swept you about the room, laughter bubbled from you. The sound was more delightful that the songs the birds on the estate sang.
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“Oh, your highness. I never thought that a dance could make my heart flutter as much as it just did.” You gentle fanned yourself.
“All the lessons I had felt to be tedious. My feet always misstepped till I met you.”
The pink darkened in your cheeks. The sight made him look away. He was not used to causing such things. Books, stories had spoke of the blossoms of love yet, he never thought any of it possible till he met you.
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