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Happy Saint Patrick's Day!!
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A jolly LEGO leprechaun!!
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Leprechaun x Stressed! Reader
This was short, but I hope you guys don't mind. There will be more on the way!
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Ugh, homework. The one thing every high schooler dreaded. A nuisance it was and the amount they got.
Putting my pencil down, I cupped my face in my hands as I tried to calm down.
A nice sized packet of paper on my desk laid there as I peaked at it. "Why do teachers give us so much work! Even when they know finals are soon!"
Groaning, I pick my pencil back up as the door creeks open. "Lass, are you alright?"ย Looking over at the corner of my eyes, I sigh lightly.
"Not really Lubdan. This packet is due tomorrow and finals are just right around the corner. My mind is going everywhere and I can't focus." I speak, as I swivel my chair to fully see my boyfriend of two years.
He was a strange man, uh creature. A leprechaun to be accurate, but I love him just the same.
Nodding, he walked over to me, the heels of his shoes clacking against the cold wooden flooring.
"Ye need to get to bed. You're stressed out love." he said, holding my hand in both of his own, rubbing circles in it with one of his thumbs.
Rubbing my head with my other hand, I sigh and nod my head. "Alright, but what about my work?"
"I'll make sure it's done lass. Ye have no need to worry over it."
As my lips tug into a soft smile, I lightly kiss hisย lips before standing up and taking my other hand back.
"Thank you so much darling. You're the best."
Lubdan just lightly chuckled as he shooed me off and got to getting the rest of my work done.
Entering my room, or shared room, I changed into my sleepwear and crawl into the bed. As my body was engulfed by the soft fabrics, I sigh in content, closing my eyes in the process.
Right before falling asleep, I feel and divot in the bed and someone getting under the covers.
Knowing it was Lubdan, I smile as I turn over to see I was correct.
I snuggle into him as I feel the stress rolling off my shoulders.
"Goodnight Lubdan."
"Goodnight (Y/n)"
From Cloverโs perspective, the fight between Karkat and Clover is a leprechaun mating ritual.
Instead their charms comprise a spectral continuum of more su8tly varying types of relationships, most of which are esta8lished in mutual chicanery, such as the exchange of pranks, coy riddles, slapstick shenanigans, and games of chance.
ARANEA: No charm is specifically tied to procre8tion, though any type of relationship could 8egin waxing concupiscent if lady luck should so decide. Certain charm com8in8tions are known to 8e more conducive to fertility than others. If the leprechaun pair has 8een so 8lessed, they will 8egin an ela8orate coupling procedure culmin8ting in a lively m8ting jig. The jigs are specific to the charms of course, similar to how different kinds of music lend themselves to various styles of dance.
A sta8le relationship consisting of three or more charms is called a trove. These advanced relationships are often viewed as the ideal end result for a romance, much the way certain pairing rituals are for humans.
Cloverโs eyes even flash the star-heart-horseshoe charm when Karkat hogties him.
Karkat is a Blood player, the aspect of bonds and relationships. Even though Clover is extremely lucky, and thus generally unbeatable, Karkat defeats him by unknowingly forming a bond with Clover (and literally binding him).
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The alliance of the Sun and Moon
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Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Alpha Derek Hale had his trademark scowl on his face as he shoved his way through the packed bar. It was Saint Patrick's Day, otherwise known as a day for Americans to get blitzed off their asses. His irritation with drunk people and his general distaste for society led to Derek staying home for most of the night, only leaving his house to pick up his boyfriend, Stiles.
He spotted his boyfriend near the back of the cramped bar, a litter of empty bottles near him and his friends. Derek huffed but stalked forward, only stopping when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"You're not wearing green!" some random dude decked out in a glittery green suit shouted over the thumping music and talking crowd. "It's St. Patrick's Day!"
Derek fought his instinct to growl at the random weirdo, but instead just settled on glaring. "I don't celebrate it," he curtly said, shoving his way past the decorated man.
"I guess you just need to get more into the spirit!" the man called out behind him, even snapping his fingers.
Derek barely had time to roll his eyes again before he felt his center of gravity shift rapidly beneath him. He wobbled on his legs and had to reach out and hold onto one of the tables in order to steady himself. The mysterious wave of dizziness fled as soon as it had appeared, leaving Derek leaning up against a table, wondering what had just happened.
"That was weird..." he muttered to himself before trailing off, his voice having an odd squeak to it. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What the hell was that-- what's wrong with my voice?" He sounded like he'd been sucking on helium, his usual growl sounding high and comical.
However, the squeaky werewolf was quickly alerted to something else. He held his arms out in front of himself, his eyes widening at the green hue his signature black leather had adopted.
Gasping loudly, Derek saw his altered reflection in one of the mirrored walls of the bar. He ran a disbelieving hand through his now red hair. However, he was soon much more concerned with the way his ears looked pointed, looking similar to the cosplay elf ears that Stiles would wear during D&D.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Derek huffed when he looked forward and saw that he was staring directly into someone's waist. He looked around the bar, miffed that he must've shrunken down to about three feet tall, looking totally ridiculous dressed in his green clothes, with his pointy ears, and red hair.
"Derek?" Stiles's slurred voice rang out.
Derek blushed at having his boyfriend see him like this.
"Y-you look like a leprechaun!" Stiles gasped.
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend's hand, leading him towards the door. "Let's just get out of here," he growled in his squeaky voice. He struggled to get used to walking on his shorter legs, and also he felt weird having Stiles tower over him when it was supposed to be the other way around.
When they got to his Camaro, Derek literally hopped into the driver's seat and sighed with irritation as he rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He looked and sounded ridiculous and he had no idea how to fix any of this.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his smaller shoulder.
"I can't reach the pedals," the leprechaun Derek growled, kicking his tiny feet wildly.
Happy St. Patrick's Day!
Happy Saint Patrick's Day!
Alpha Derek Hale had his trademark scowl on his face as he shoved his way through the packed bar. It was Saint Patrick's Day, otherwise known as a day for Americans to get blitzed off their asses. His irritation with drunk people and his general distaste for society led to Derek staying home for most of the night, only leaving his house to pick up his boyfriend, Stiles.
He spotted his boyfriend near the back of the cramped bar, a litter of empty bottles near him and his friends. Derek huffed but stalked forward, only stopping when he felt a light hand on his shoulder.
"You're not wearing green!" some random dude decked out in a glittery green suit shouted over the thumping music and talking crowd. "It's St. Patrick's Day!"
Derek fought his instinct to growl at the random weirdo, but instead just settled on glaring. "I don't celebrate it," he curtly said, shoving his way past the decorated man.
"I guess you just need to get more into the spirit!" the man called out behind him, even snapping his fingers.
Derek barely had time to roll his eyes again before he felt his center of gravity shift rapidly beneath him. He wobbled on his legs and had to reach out and hold onto one of the tables in order to steady himself. The mysterious wave of dizziness fled as soon as it had appeared, leaving Derek leaning up against a table, wondering what had just happened.
"That was weird..." he muttered to himself before trailing off, his voice having an odd squeak to it. He cleared his throat and tried again. "What the hell was that-- what's wrong with my voice?" He sounded like he'd been sucking on helium, his usual growl sounding high and comical.
However, the squeaky werewolf was quickly alerted to something else. He held his arms out in front of himself, his eyes widening at the green hue his signature black leather had adopted.
Gasping loudly, Derek saw his altered reflection in one of the mirrored walls of the bar. He ran a disbelieving hand through his now red hair. However, he was soon much more concerned with the way his ears looked pointed, looking similar to the cosplay elf ears that Stiles would wear during D&D.
"You've got to be shitting me!" Derek huffed when he looked forward and saw that he was staring directly into someone's waist. He looked around the bar, miffed that he must've shrunken down to about three feet tall, looking totally ridiculous dressed in his green clothes, with his pointy ears, and red hair.
"Derek?" Stiles's slurred voice rang out.
Derek blushed at having his boyfriend see him like this.
"Y-you look like a leprechaun!" Stiles gasped.
Derek rolled his eyes and grabbed his boyfriend's hand, leading him towards the door. "Let's just get out of here," he growled in his squeaky voice. He struggled to get used to walking on his shorter legs, and also he felt weird having Stiles tower over him when it was supposed to be the other way around.
When they got to his Camaro, Derek literally hopped into the driver's seat and sighed with irritation as he rested his forehead on the steering wheel. He looked and sounded ridiculous and he had no idea how to fix any of this.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked, placing a sympathetic hand on his smaller shoulder.
"I can't reach the pedals," the leprechaun Derek growled, kicking his tiny feet wildly.
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MONSTER MASH was a comic I made in the 2000s. It was a one-sheet zine (each 'comic page' was drawn at 7cm x 11cm) and I added the screentone in the 2010s.
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Time for a traditional Irish breakfast. ๐๐ฎ๐ช .. https://www.instagram.com/p/Cp5AZ26ORdn/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
Irish Yums!
Golden chocolates.
Foil wrapped Leprechaun coins.
Mouth melting goodness.
Me when Britain
(I had a convo with someone about how they screwed over the Irish and I got mad so vent post?????
Why has nobody given leprechauns the Tolkien treatment (I.E. what Tolkien did to dwarves, elves, and dragons)?
Actually, what would a leprechaun even society be like?
What kind of architecture would they have?
How would their gods and laws be like?
Would they have a standing army?
How would they get along with the other races?
Why do they like the color green?
Why so much gold?
And why do I what to make a Homestuck reference when it comes to leprechaun romance?