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suqarbreadz · 2 months
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my roman empire.
this all started with ceators picture cuz ov a MAN BEHIND THE SLAUGHTER JOKE IM LOOSING IT. IT EEVVVOLLLLVVVVVEDDDDDDDDD
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spotsupstuff · 10 months
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How did Sparrow family take that she was in a relationship with a megastructure that is a hivemind? What was the reaction when they found out? How did Euros family take it?
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well for Sparrows' fam reaction i'd actually need to have 'em done, so for now here's Euros' side of things. the elder Anemoi have always interesting things to say either way
i can only tell u that at the point they end up comin' clean about their romantic relationship, Euros is pretty well-known in the farm district Sparrows comes from so they are accepting of Him as a person which helps with the overall accepting the romance thing. if the little red overseer is present at almost every bonfire bopping along to their songs, they can empathize easier
granda still bitches about it tho
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yourelessfast · 6 months
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Rocket Relationship Chart
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(Without any canon characters, this time.)
Making this in an attempt to entice people to get Rocket the last few votes she needs in @sonic-oc-showdown, but also to let people over there know I have a lot more characters to talk about if they like Sonic and Sonic-adjacent OCs! If you liked Rocket, might as well come and meet some of her friends and enemies! And... whatever Mix counts as.
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vulpinesaint · 11 months
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the sheer number of incredibly intricate worlds and characters that i have created with people who i am no longer friends with so that i can no longer talk about those characters or use those settings. i only got half the dog in the divorce do you know what i mean
#i have all these characters but they're missing their FRIENDS and their ORIGINAL CIRCUMSTANCES#people will never understand roleplay with original settings and original characters.#imagine if you played dnd purely by talking about the characters and their relationships with each other and their themes and motifs#and did all the little roleplay scenarios but wrote about it. and then made a bunch of supplementary material for your characters.#and then like. instead of one character you've got like three of them and they're all Part of this collaborative world#mourning the group of like. dkjfghs. nine friends from a fantasy world. i only have claim to like three of them#the rest... again. only half the dog#i WILL use prydwen elsewhere. because i'm in love with him and that's important in a character. he's literally my silly rabbit#but GOD i want to get my fucking hands on people's intellectual property sometimes#i was the ONLY one doing cool shit with the fantasy sci-fi world this one person created and i WANT to do more with it!!!#and like. how am i supposed to use zephyr without stealing the incredibly specific circumstances that they were created out of#anyway. frustrating. at least i have prydwen. hugging him like a teddy bear#yeah girl i have ocs except i don't talk about them on tumblr i'm in my little roleplay servers that i created the ocs for dskfgh#honestly i have probably talked about faedren more than any actual character of mine from like. Writing.#also my fault for not having any actual wips. long form or even short form fiction is not my strong suit nothing rlly sticks#WHATEVER. feel like shit just want her back (all of the characters that are inextricably intertwined with someone else)#valentine notes
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trashpremiium · 1 year
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y’all ever just find out something batshit insane about someone you grew up with and you’re left with the feeling of like. huh i’ve grown up and changed and everything has changed.
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wilderun · 2 years
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Zephyr over here looking like the female version of her great great grandfather, Pooh Bear, lol. 
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lady-zephyrine · 10 months
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Don't expect a lot of Pikmin content out of me, but I want to do something involving Moss at some point
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memolands · 2 years
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Mile High Stadium - The former legendary baseball and football stadium in Denver
Mile High Stadium – The former legendary baseball and football stadium in Denver
  It was an outdoor multi-purpose stadium located in Denver, Colorado from 1948 to 2001. The stadium originally designed as a baseball venue was and built to accommodate the Denver Bears baseball team, which was a member of the Western League during its construction. Although the stadium was originally built as a baseball-specific venue, it became more popular as a pro-football stadium despite…
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cinnamostar · 5 months
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blankets and kisses
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pairing : chan x gn!reader
summary : the bitter iciness of winter wore you down, yet your boyfriend knew how to melt away your sorrows
wc : 913
cw : alludes to seasonal depression, established relationship, comforting bf chan, fluffy, not proof read
a/n : this was entirely self indulgent LMAO sorry if formatting is bad though, im on my phone and wrote this kinda quickly bc i felt inspired hehe . also im floridian so i know nothing abt snow or winter so i did my best
in the hushed whispers of the night, you found yourself yearning his comforting embrace, a closeness you always craved and yearned for. the chilling zephyrs brushing against your skin, your hair bellowing in response as you shiver under the icy winds the harsh winter always brought in its company.
you couldn’t bear this season alone, it was taxing to repeat the same mundanity and solitude adulthood had introduced you to. daylight was always so fleeting and witnessing it had become a luxury during these cold months.
it was always the same deep blue morning sky that greeted you as you made your way to work, and after eight grueling hours, the same sky would be waiting to be welcome you once more, except this time with the sun rays barely peeking out from the edge of the sky. you hated this time of year, and you could never understand the holiday joy and excitement everyone seemed to buzzing with around you. what was there to enjoy?
the weather was unpleasant, the low temperatures of the world pricking the tip of your nose as you briskly made your way home, trudging your way through the light sheets of snow that covered the sidewalks. the glacial breeze never relented its attacks on you, always piercing through the layers of warmth you adorned yourself with.
the lack of sunlight allowed dreary, dark clouds take over your mind as you surrendered yourself to exhaustion. how much longer would your days be like this? how much longer would the wintry season plague your mind with somber thoughts?
you crack for the door open to your shared apartment, basking in its inviting warmth that provided you refuge from the world you had just shut behind you. the comforting smell of fresh linen making its presence known as a grateful smile graces your features. you gently place your bag on the small side table, shedding the layers of coats you had worn to endure freezing winds, not caring that they’d remain on the floor.
your mind was too focused on finding solace and reprieve to worry about your belongings as your feet dragged you to your living room. your own personal source sunshine that kept your afloat during these difficult times was waiting for you on the sofa, his head turning to your direction once he heard the pitter patter of your steps.
a smile stretches across his face, his eyes becoming crescents as he lifts himself off the couch to meet you half way.
“hi baby,” chan whispers as his arms envelope you, a chaste kiss landing on your forehead, melting away the restricting stiffness the icy winds had diseased you with. the tension in your muscles loosen under his summery touch, your mind relaxing knowing you had found safety in his arms once again.
“hi,” was all you could muster out, your sleepiness catching up to you as your heavy eyelids flutter shut, snuggling your head into his chest, taking in the comforting thumping of his heartbeat.
chan’s hand found itself resting atop your head, his other drawing gentle circles on your back, “i warmed up some blankets for us to cuddle up in,” he spoke, “i think you deserve some rest.” he knew this time of year was suffocating for you and without fail, he found ways to bring light and warmth into your gloomy world, whether it was through gentle words or acts of love, he was the healing your ailing mind needed.
his words were soothing to your worn-down soul, a small smile appearing on your face as you peer into his eyes, chin resting on his chest. “that sounds so nice, thank you, chan,” you feebly mutter.
without skipping a beat, chan swiftly lifts you up, carrying you to your bedroom as a hearty giggle escapes him, you squealing at the unexpected action. he softly drops you atop the bed, the sheets rippling under the sudden weight as you lost yourself to a fit a giggles, blood rushing to your face as you succumbed to the bustling butterflies that made themselves home in your stomach. chan lays himself next to you, hastily pulling a toasty blanket over your bodies. his arms pull you into him, your body fitting snuggly into his as his leg rests over yours. he cups your face with one hand as his lovingly gazes into your eyes, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he drank in every detail before peppering your face with kisses.
airy laughs continue to leave both of you, overwhelming you as each kiss tickles your flustered skin, leaving burning warmth and desire behind each kiss as your eyes squeeze shut. after bearing his feverish affection, he then places one last, languid kiss on your lips, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, beaming at your dazed state.
“i love you, y/n.”
“i love you too, chan.”
despite the brutal winter season that sapped the happiness out of you, as long as you had chan by your side, you knew you’d be able to uncover the joyful glee everyone else seemed to have. his very presence shooed away the heavy snow clouds that darkened your thoughts, rays of sunshine peaking out to thaw out the icy shell that encased your heart, reminding you that this too shall pass. somehow, in the midst of harsh snowstorms, he was a blooming flower that emanated infectious jubilation, and you were blessed to be able to bask underneath it.
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I am so sorry for this, I don't know what happened to me but once again, here I am writting angst instead of happily pretending everyone is alive and happy.
Alpha is a hard ghoul to scare.
He's ancient- not as old as Omega, Zephyr or Earth, but definitely older than most of the newer ghouls. He's seen things, in the pit and topside, beyond horrific, has blood on his hands, and is intimately familiar with its coppery taste.
And yet, as he holds a gasping Omega against his chest, Alpha has never been more terrified in his entire life.
Omega, sturdy, reliable Omega, unshakeable Omega, is falling appart in Alpha's arms, and there's nothing the fire ghoul can do.
Nothing but hold him tight and pray his suffering will end. In his despair, Alpha curses how human they've become, after spending so much time amongst them. Human enough to feel much more than a ghoul should. Human enough to get attatched, to fall in love. Oh, how Alpha curses love.
Omega is sobbing, gut-wreching cries that echo in his bedroom, clinging to Alpha like letting go would kill them both. It takes a while for the fire ghoul to realize the litany of broken noises escaping Omega's mouth are actually words.
I can't, I can't, I can't.
Alpha doesn't need to ask what Omega means. Omega cannot fanthom a world without Terzo. Cannot imagine his life without the one bright star that so thoroughly changed it. Cannot bear the agony of loss and grief. And Alpha is torn between terror and rage. Because he cannot help.
He grieves, too, of course he does. Terzo is- was his friend, Primo his first Papa and a man he highly respected, and Secondo...Alpha would rather not think about the man's rare raspy laugh right now. Something about the taste of missed opportunities isn't very appealing at the moment.
Alpha grieves, too, but he doesn't know what having someone who had weaved their way into his very soul torn away from him feels like. So he tightens his helpless arms around Omega, and prays that there will be something left of the quint's shattered heart.
So yes, Alpha, tough, I've-seen-much-worse Alpha, is trembling in terror as he witnesses the strongest ghoul he ever knew getting torn from the inside out by love's ugly twin, grief.
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suqarbreadz · 6 months
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thas kinda gay
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yourelessfast · 7 months
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Sir Zephyr is the prince of every girl's dreams... at least in her own head she is...
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endless-weightless · 7 months
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Random nameless ghoul headcanons (SFW and NSFW)
I'm taking the piss with all of these. And remember, kids, this is fanfiction!
I mostly just wrote about the current ghouls but I'm more than happy to write about any past ghouls if you guys want!
TAGS/WARNINGS: mating cycles, CNC, weed mention, primal play, polyamory and orgies,
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All of the ghouls have a specific scent but Mountain for some reason can emit any particular scent so long as it's earth related. He usually smells like pine trees and grass but if any of the ghouls are anxious leading up to rituals or just worried in general he'll make himself smell like lavender because he knows how calming it is.
Mountain is also victim to clothing robbery because he smells so nice and is SO DAMN TALL.
They're some of the most open-minded and accepting people you'll ever meet.
Full moons tend to have a weird effect on the ghouls. Not as bad as say a werewolf but they definitely become a bit more... feral. The less extreme effects would just be heightened senses and craving gamey meats more while the worst of the worst would be bordering violent and definitely nsfw (see nsfw for more on this). They'd probably call it a hunter's moon (badum tss).
All of their eyes glow very faintly in the dark.
Their pupils are like a mix of feline and just regular ol' human.
They all have claws but Aurora and Sunshine are the only ones who actually have them out because everyone else needs short nails to play their instruments.
They all purr when they're happy or they're experiencing physical affection, though the volume and intensity varies depending on the ghoul.
Mountain sleeps like a log unless he's sharing a bed, then he's everyone's teddy bear and always has an arm around someone whether he agreed to it or not.
Rain absolutely HATES throwing up.
Swiss and Sodo convinced Mountain to grow marijuana by letting him try some. The ghoul den now constantly smells faintly of weed.
All of the ghouls have their own bedrooms but prefer to cuddle with each other and usually just make a nest out of blankets and pillows in the main common room area and turn it into one giant bed for everyone.
Cirrus and Aether tend to take on an almost parental role in the group just to keep the newer ghouls in line which can be draining at times but rewarding in the end.
They all have black tails and horns that are pretty much identical with the only difference being everyone has a slight tint to theirs depending on their element (Sodo's are red, Rain's are blue, Phantom and Aether's are purple etc).
Their fangs aren't actually too sharp. Could be because they've just become blunter over time with less need to bite actual people.
Most of them straight up act like cats depending on how new they are to the mortal plane. Since Omega’s been on earth the longest, he acts more closely to a human than Phantom, who is fresh out of hell.
Zephyr gets really bad chronic leg pains which is why he's always sitting while performing and so quick to sit back down after finishing the Mummy Dust solo.
Aurora has super painful cramps leading up to her heat so Sodo has taken it upon himself to use his hands as a heating pad for her (which he will do for anyone in need of a heat pack).
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If you had to make a spectrum of all the ghouls from most submissive to most dominant, it'd be Sunshine, Phantom, Rain, Cumulus, Swiss (ultimate power switch), Aurora, Ifrit, Sodo, Mountain, Zephyr, Cirrus, Aether, Alpha and finally Omega.
None of them are strictly doms or subs, they like experimenting and switching things up every once in a while to keep things interesting but they certainly have preferences.
They all enjoy both monogamous and polyamorous sex equally. Sometimes they just want soft intimate sex with one person or they're just craving multiple people.
Full moons don't make everyone horny in an "I need to impregnate someone/be impregnated now" way, they make the ghouls horny in a primal way...
Some of the ghouls that are more affected by the full moon or just enjoy primal play with a bit of CNC will sometimes ask some of the siblings of sin and/or you if you'd all be comfortable with letting them "hunt" you down.
Aether and Cirrus have sleepy and lazy sex when they're tired from dealing with the ghouls and need a break and some relief.
Mountain is always looking down the sisters of sin's and the ghoulette's tops to see their cleavage. In his defence he's pretty fucking tall and can't help that he has to look down to talk to people.
If anyone in the group, including you, are feeling lonely, stressed or just exhausted and in need of some kind of relief, all of the ghouls are more than willing to give head to anyone for hours, making sure they cum at least four times before they let them have a break.
All of them have a marking kink because of their need to mate during heats and ruts.
They all go just a teensy bit feral when they pick up on the scent of a virgin with Swiss being the most dramatic about it.
And if someone doesn't smell like a virgin but instead like ghoul, they still go feral because ghouls like sharing when the moon isn't full.
Aether feels the constant need to slap every ghoul and ghoulettes ass possible, even Sodo.
Aurora, Zephyr and Phantom the most handsy out of the ghouls.
Heats and ruts are already hellish enough, but what makes it worse for the ministry is how only half of the ghouls get their heats and ruts at the same time while the other get it the other half of the time, which basically means twice as many heats and ruts in a month.
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that's all my lovelies, lmk if you want any more!
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trashpremiium · 1 year
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having a partner that likes being outside feels like having a cheat code for spending time with them
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forlorn-crows · 6 days
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𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒉𝒚 𝒎𝒂𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒚 8: 𝒔𝒆𝒙 𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒎𝒂𝒌𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆
pairing(s): zephyr/ifrit words: 1121
notes: explicit! they/them zephyr (cock used for their anatomy)
The heat turns nearly desert-hot around them, air and fire tangling together in wisps of heat and lust. Ifrit drags a feverish hand down their torso as it heaves, wrapping that big hand around their cock once more. 
Zephyr cries out, fingers digging further into the nape of the fire ghoul’s neck. Craning their arm to get a full handful of sweat-soaked hair. Arching back against his chest. Ifrit has them absolutely ruined, mind fuzzy and body alight with sensation as he fucks them. 
“Fuck, how’re you always so tight,” Ifrit groans. “Oh, you’re so good to me, so fucking good to me.”
Zephyr gasps, pre dripping over the fire ghoul’s knuckles when he squeezes hard. “Know how to treat me,” they breathe, “know just where to—gods yes.” 
Ifrit hitches up their leg with his tail even further, thrusting in deep, right down to the base. Deep, until they nearly seize up, unsure whether to lean in or lean away. Deep, so they feel him up to their ribs, up to the tips of the feathers on their neck.
“Ifrit,” the air ghoul begs. 
“Uh huh,” Ifrit whines in return.
“H-hold it there, get in deep, make me—hells, make me feel it.”
The fire ghoul makes a wounded noise, hips stuttering. Nearly blowing his load right there. Zephyr can feel him throb.
“Fuck, Zeph,” Ifrit gaps, slotting all the way in and melting to their back. He pants, moving his hand from the air ghoul’s cock to grip at their hip. He buries his face into the soft down of their feathers and inhales their cool, honeysuckle scent. Ifrit bites back a moan. “Oh—wanna cum in you so bad.”
Zephyr sighs shakily and covers their lower stomach with a trembling hand. “Not yet. Not just yet.” Their eyes fall shut, pale lashes fluttering over the tops of their cheeks. Ifrit rumbles low and their mouth silently drops further open, bottom lip shiny with spit and swollen from being sucked between sharp fangs. And oh, Ifrit’s never felt such a demanding rush of admiration. 
“You’re so beautiful,” he blurts, voice cracking on the last word. He has to say it, lest it burst out of his chest unbidden. The sappy side comes out in an instant. He tucks a sweaty strand of hair behind an alabaster horn. “Feel so lucky. My birdie.”
The air ghoul huffs a laugh, looking over their shoulder. “You’ve gone sweet on me, dragonfly,” they lilt. 
“Can’t help it.” Ifrit props himself up on his elbow so he can capture their lips in a kiss. Slow and tender, pressing his mouth to theirs with the same level of softness as cats nuzzling their cheeks against one another. Parting and meeting again, over and over, like he can’t bear to actually pull back. 
Zephyr laughs against his lips and covers the hand on their hip with their own. “Are we going to continue, my flame?”
He can’t help the way his cock kicks at the pet name, drawing a quiet gasp from them both. “Yeah, yeah,” Ifrit nods quickly. Tips of their noses bumping together. “Switch? Wanna see you better.”
“Yes, dear,” the air ghoul teases, smiling against his mouth. Ifrit blushes. He pulls out slowly, pressing kisses to their shoulders. They do a quick dance, shuffling until Zephyr’s relaxed on their back and Ifrit’s straddling their lap. Looking down at them like they themself put the stars in the sky. They smile lazily at the loving gaze, giving him a long look up and down. Easing them back into the moment with a hand dragging down their own torso—down, slowly down, until their lithe fingers wrap around their cock. Zephyr arches into their own hand with a lavish groan.
“Fuck,” Ifrit says dumbly. Practically drooling over the way they bring their knees up, hooking one foot against the small of his back and beckoning him closer. 
“I’d like if you continued to do that, yes,” Zephyr purrs. “Please?”
Ifrit’s eyebrows draw up, and he whines a little. “Yeah,” he breathes. He slips two fingers in his mouth and slicks them up, bringing them down to circle their already-stretched rim. Zephyr doesn’t need anything more, he knows, but he watches that angular face soften again, their face blooming with heat as it morphs back into an expression of easy bliss. They gasp as he presses up and in, just a little. Their own hand milking out a pearl of slick and thighs twitching around his hips. 
“Please,” they repeat. Quiet and pretty as the wind through the willows. 
The ease with which he slides back in has them both groaning. Zephyr wraps the other leg around his hips and ushers him down into a kiss, probably the sweetest one of the evening. Nothing heated or desperate, just pure connection. Ifrit groans when the air ghoul clenches around his cock, involuntary. Begging for more.
“Love you,” Ifrit mumbles against their lips. “Fuck, birdie, love you so much.”
“I adore you, my dragonfly,” Zephyr breathes. Shuddering when they lift their hips and his cock brushes at that spot deep inside. 
“Oh, make that noise again,” the fire ghoul begs, grinding into them. Zephyr does, of course, can’t help that they do when the head of Ifrit’s cock presses into their prostate again. 
“Like that,” they whisper, nodding. “Yes, just like that.” They let their head drop back onto the pillows, mouth dropping open as the fire ghoul picks up a meaningful rhythm. Measured thrusts that jolt Zephyr a little each time he hits home, but not as rough and reckless as before. More present. Intimate. Neither of them willing to pop the warm bubble they now reside in. 
Ifrit noses up the long line of Zephyr’s throat, diving into the feathers just under their ear. Soft and sweet and them, Ifrit groans bodily at the way they ruffle and twitch under his touch. The air ghoul bites back a whimper. Clutching at Ifrit’s arms as they bare their neck to him. 
“S-sensitive there, you’re—” They cut themselves off with a startled noise as the fire ghoul moves one hand to grip at their hip, lips simultaneously ghosting over the base of their feathers. Just enough pressure to send a wave of tingles down their spine and fizzle out any last coherent thought. 
Ifrit hushes them. Thrusts just that much more purposefully. “Let me,” he rumbles. There’s neediness in his voice too, but he’s devoted solely to Zephyr in this moment. Tuned into the thrum of pleasure getting louder between them, to the way their body blurs further into his.
He strokes them with a gentle hand to the timing of his thrusts, and the noise they make is a delicate surrender. 
𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒓 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒊𝒏𝒈 ✿
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dinoberrypress · 2 months
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Home of the Academy, Zephyr’s Rest
This week and next we’ll be talking about the fae courts you’ll meet in Little Wolves, our folk-tale TTRPG about werewolves in The Enchanted Forest. To start, we’d like you to meet The Witch Court, who make their home to the north in the cliffside town of Whisperer’s Canyon.
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Structures are connected by carved hallways or weaving bridges, built with the canyon’s stone, and the cliff is lined with brick towers, porches, and balconies at every level that make it perfect for any broom-riding or feather-bearing witch to land or take off from.
The Queen of Witches is the Arch Witch of the Academy. Over time, as anyone loyal to this court grows in power, feathers sprout from their bodies and they begin to take on the body of a Harpy.
When a Queen is ready, they choose a successor and retire to the Harpy’s Roost.
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Detail from The Four Queens art, illustrated by Grendel Menz @grendel-menz
The world of Little Wolves is vast, and we have many secrets to share with you~
If you’d like to know more, follow our campaign on BackerKit! Soon, we'll visit the Pumpkin Court. 🎃
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