Miss Nargaluna

- MHツイログ16 -

By 刃根

** Permission was granted by the artist to share this images.

So many people do not understand the relationship between climate change and cold weather.

If you see this post it is important to send it to someone else so they too can understand

People hardly ever change their minds in front of you...the conversation becomes one of a series of slow drips that builds up to a realization

I heard wererabbits and immediately thought of this little bugger

I'm still really in love with the idea of a human village that loses all their crops to a flood, and so they don't have enough to eat. to survive, they strike a deal with the brutish orcs that live up in the mountains—the villagers will trade them a maiden for enough food to make it through the winter.

you are the maiden, still a virgin, terrified and alone as you're shipped off to your new home. the orcs at least give you a choice for who to marry, so you choose the quiet blacksmith, the one who seems the least likely to hurt you.

even though he's always wanted a wife, he didn't want to be chosen, to be forced to care for a human. but he brings you home anyway, gives you a clean bed and food to eat, and then, promptly ignores you.

he goes about his day, sweating over the forge. you like how his big muscles flex as he swings his hammer, and sometimes you watch him work, even if it annoys him. he takes good care of you, buying the foods you like and the clothes that compliment your figure, even as he keeps you at arm's length. perhaps, you wonder, he's protecting you—from himself. he doesn't want to take your maidenhood, because you're there against your will.

but soon, it doesn't feel like a chore or a punishment to be here with the blacksmith. you start to hope he'll come around to you, that he'll give in to the desire you can tell is sprouting and growing in him, same as the desire that's taken over you.

one day, you make him his favorite meal, with his favorite mead, and wear your best clothes. you massage his shoulders, tense and hard from his work. he relaxes into you, at last, letting you wrap your arms around him. when he kisses you, his tusks get in the way, which is even more endearing.

finally, he gives in. the blacksmith tears off your pretty clothes, and takes you to his bed. all his buried hunger rises up to the surface, turning him into the brute you had once feared and now long for.

it will hurt this time, he says, but from every this moment on, you will feel nothing but pleasure with me.

he prepares you for his big cock as best he can, and gently presses it inside you. he takes care to move slow, to let you adjust to him, before his wild instincts take over. then he plunders you, reveling in your soft, small body, until he brings you to your roaring finish. then he fills you up, giving you all of his seed.

when you lie side-by-side that night, he rubs your belly, pleased at the idea of his orcling growing inside you someday. this may not have been what he expected, but now it's everything he wants.

You’re a Shapeshifter who was wounded by a monster hunter, in a last ditch effort for survival you shifted into a normal household pet and were whisked away by a plain human unaware of the supernatural where you’ve lived for the past three years. You thought you were safe, but they’re back…

While it hadn’t been what Nairi had envisioned for her escape from the hunter, a quiet, soft-spoken woman gently scooping her freezing from the storm drain she’d taken refuge in was a welcome surprise. It had been an odd first few weeks, trying to figure out how to be a cat while also planning her escape, but Nairi fairly quickly realized that she liked this arrangement. For most of the day, while her new “owner”, Marigold worked from home, she’d wander around the small apartment in search of treats or cuddle up to the human for affection she, apparently, seemed to so dearly crave. And when it was night and the girl had gone to bed, Nairi could change into a different form if she needed a stretch.

And so, she stayed.

Until he spotted her.

She’d been so careful for three years, taking great care to not transform anywhere where other eyes could see her, but she’d been too reckless that faithful night. Shifting from the small, black cat into a sleek humanoid form with iridescent gray skin and hair the color of ivory, she tilted her head back and soaked up the powerful glow of the full moon. There had been no sounds of the small town where she and Marigold lived, just the gentle breeze and a few racoons skittering about below. How she hadn’t heard the footsteps, she’ll never ever know. She should’ve been more careful.

A sharp pain introduced itself in her left shoulder and she gasped in shock, black eyes flying open to take in the form of the hunter from so many years ago standing on the street three stories below. His crossbow was level with the small dart protruding from her now bleeding appendage, hands gripping the weapon tight with fury.

He hadn’t seemed to age a day in the last few years, the only indication of the passage of time being that the myriad of scars she remembered had since grown. The same salt and pepper hair and stubble, same piercing gray eyes that made her stomach turn with fear, same sharp jaw and crooked nose. To some, he was a hero, to her, he was a killer.

As he readied another dart at her, she transformed into her feline form once more and dashed into the open door of Marigold’s porch, slipping and sliding across the wooden floor and letting out a piercing cry of terror as she slammed into the kitchen cabinets. A small yelp and mumble of confusion invaded her ears as Marigold woke up, sending more fear down Nairi’s spine. No no please! Don’t let her friend come in! He wouldn’t care if he killed a human to get to her! He’d kill her!

She had just enough time to wonder what kind of weapon he’d use on her beloved friend when the door burst open in a fourth of splinters, showering her in the tiny pieces of wood. At the same time, Marigold screamed and ran out of her room, flower-filled dressing gown hanging carefully off her tall frame. She looked terrified.

“Who the hell are you!?” She screamed, reaching into one of the pockets she’d sewn into her nightclothes just a year prior. She pulled out a small knife and held it tightly in her shaking hand.

The hunter allowed curiosity to flash across his face for just a moment before he smoothed out his features and held his crossbow aloft, pointing it towards where Nairi was still crouched beside the kitchen island.

“You’ve got a beasty with ya, miss,” he hissed, long and low through his strangely perfect teeth, “Just takin’ care of it,”

Marigold’s nostrils flared out in a gesture Nairi recognized as rage as she shrieked. “Do NOT point you fucking weapon at my Darling!” She shouted, raising her pocket knife into the air and stepping between the shape shifter and the man, “I will end you if you touch her!”

The hunter raised an eyebrow and regarded Marigold, the flowy gown and gentle frame, before beginning to chuckle. “You? End me?” He huffed, pointing his crossbow at the woman before him, “What makes you think you’ll be able to?”

“Do not touch my Darling,” she said lowly, frame shaking. The fear coursing through her was palpable, so much so that Nairi could almost taste it. It made her cowardly body want to leap into action.

She hissed and stepped between the two humans, fur raised and fangs bared. Were they slightly longer than a normal feline’s? Maybe, but she didn’t care to pay it any mind. All she knew was that she needed to protect this woman that had been protecting her for the past three years.

The hunter regarded Nairi for a moment before smirking and pulling his foot back, the boot moving at a speed that she couldn’t have anticipated. It collided harshly with her skull and she felt the wind rush past her as she flew back, brain turning into mush and preventing her from holding her form. Four, furry limbs turned into a pair of chubby arms and legs, a well fed stomach making way for the curves of her natural form. Her gray skin had shifted to be a gentle cream, ivory hair shifting into a soft silver she had always hated. Black fur turned into a black shawl wrapped around the rest of her, the fabric curling around her small form. She collapsed into a heap just beside Marigold, vision swimming as little meows echoed from the back of her throat, a small remnant from her previous form.

A soft gasp sounded above her and she didn’t need to see Marigold’s surprised face to know it was there, eyebrows pulled into her forehead and pupils dilated in a way that she says makes her vision tunnel. It was painted perfectly in Nairi’s foggy mind.

“See?” The hunter chuckled lowly, a small click letting the shifter know he’d readied another dart, this one surely full of the poison he possessed, “Just a stupid, little-”

He didn’t get to finish his jeer, a fist colliding with his temple silencing him as he crumpled to a heap on the floor. Marigold shook from where she stood, slowly bruising knuckles still raised where it had connected, a fury behind her eyes that Nairi had never seen.

“I said…” She whispered, breathless as she kicked the man beneath her, sirens beginning to fill the shifter’s ears, “Not to touch my darling,”

And for the first time, the title the woman had given Nairi upon her rescue sounded more like a term of endearment than a name.

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Same!

Different types of water and their magickal uses:

Sea water: good for curse/hex breaking, cleansing, healing, banishing and protection spells.

Dew water: beauty, love and fertility spells, as well as delicate magick. Also Good for Fae work.

Storm water: is great for spells and rituals that has to do with emotional strength, confidence, charge, motivation and force. It’s known for strengthening spells. Also good for curses.

Snow water: Spells and rituals that focus on purity, endings and change, as well as slow working spells.

River water: Good for creating changes, moving on and letting go of negativity, warding and focusing energy.

Rain water: Very multi-purpose, but specifically great for growth and rebirth spells. Great for spells that you want to keep gaining power over time.

Spring water: Growth, holy water, cleansing, protection, prosperity

Moon water: Depending on the moon phase it was created in, it can have different properties.

Sun Water: protection, healing, clairvoyance, courage, strength, prosperity, luck, self-love, cleansing and creativity.

Swamp Water: Used for banishing and binding.

tip-jar

Dog toy plushies have fundamentally different souls than that of regular plushies. Unlike regular plushies, which are content with just existing (and just go to regular heaven when they get destroyed and don’t mind being resurrected), dog toys seek Valhalla. This is why you don’t need to feel bad when your dog/cat/especially strong bird rips it to shreds, because this was the warriors death they were seeking all their life

— Joan Didion, Blue Nights (via thebluesthour)

yall know that post with all of those absolutely stunning crochet flowers? well i just bought a pattern from the shop those are from and Good Fucking Lord.

I was expecting a like a Chart or two, maybe some written instructions. not Seventy Seven full color pages for One type of rose.

this was like 8 bucks???? obviously i did some redacting but Good Lord. if you are even a little bit into crochet go throw money at this absolute Mad woman its Definitely worth it.

back at it almost an entire year later. and i can now confirm she's this insane in all of her patterns (there's over 84 of them????) (<compliment)

she has also made a website since the first post (link) the patterns are cheaper there and the payment is handled through PayPal (and I'm guessing she gets a Way bigger cut of the money than with her Etsy so maybe check out the site instead) of the Etsy listed above.

also quick faq below the cut bc idk, supporting small businesses ran by WOC is important and this lady is rad. I just genuinely love her products and want more people to know about them.

I was window shopping and well. If you were hesitant about trying a patty pattern bc money is Tight for everyone rn. Here's one that just straight up free because she discontinued the pattern collection it was a part of.

also she has a new website and it's just nice :)

This is all crocheted?!?!

Part 248 of  “A Tale of Two Rulers” (May 1, 2024)

A month late, but done! Thank you all so much for your patience. ^_^'

I got unexpectedly delayed by a wonderful surprise! After all the surgeries and ivf, my husband and i got extremely lucky. Our embryo lived and will be born around late fall/early winter! I'm just as surprised as I am thrilled!

 i'm also apparently one of those pregnant people who gets very, very, VERY sick in the first trimester. This was the hardest update i've done in ages just because it's very hard to think clearly and move one's hands precisely when you're constantly fighting off vomiting and unexpectedly falling asleep all the time. I was nervous to say anything at first because i wasn't sure if the baby would live, but it's been several weeks and so far he seems very strong so I think it's ok to give word of his existence (I'm so proud of my lil' one! Fight! Fight! Fight, Lil' Dude! <3).

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★ Webtoon-  https://www.webtoons.com/en/challenge/a-tale-of-two-rulers/list?title_no=292453 ★ - I’m still building up this archive.

★Patreon- https://www.patreon.com/LorIllustration ★

★Store - www.etsy.com/shop/FigmentForms

RABBITS! RABBITS! RABBITS!

Reblog this on the first of the month for good luck all month long!

You're just a mammal. Let yourself act like it. Your brain needs enrichment. Your body needs rest. You feel hunger and grow hair. You need to pack bond with other sentient things so you don't become unsocialized and neurotic. You are biologically inclined to seek dopamine and become sick when chronically stressed. Outrage about hedonism is made up to place moral value on taking pleasure in sensory experiences. I am telling you that if you don't let yourself be a fucking mammal, as you were made, you will suffer and go insane. No grindset no diets no trying to be above your drive for connection. Pursue what makes you feel good and practice radical rejection of the constructs meant to turn you into a machine. You're a mammal.

"i would die for you" this, "i would kill for you" that. what about "i would live for you" what about i would smile for you, find joy in small things for you, i would endure, hope, survive, thrive for you. i would dive head first into this unknown, terrifying inkwell known as existence for you.

Second batch is out, hot and ready!

Also-- hate to shamelessly say this: RB is not really paying me much or at all, and this isn't required or anything as i really like the idea of people just owning the things i've made. But you can support my Ko-fi if you so wish. Again it's not required, but appreciative.