It's been said that no one can outdrink a Fomoire and this is often true, but for somewhat different reasons than you might think.

Most fae are highly resistant to alcohol. It takes a lot to get them drunk, they prefer their own vintage, and mortal stuff is like water. Generally a miserable existence all around. For this reason, most fae booze hits like a semi truck made of bricks. Because fae can't get drunk otherwise! They need heavy, heavy intoxicants to reach that happy feeling and then they pound it until they pass out. Think Wolverine; just constantly fighting that superhuman healing factor to get wasted.

Where Fomoire differ is in the body's reaction to alcohol and other intoxicants. Fomoire bodies succumb at a delayed (by human standards) but still moderately logical rate for a bipedal mammalian creature. Obviously mortal stuff will take longer and the stronger fae stuff hits them much quicker, but they do actually get drunk like normal people. They love being drunk. How else do you really party? They feel very bad for those resistant to alcohol.

“But, Loren,” you say, “if Fomoire get drunk faster than sidhe, then why can no one outdrink a Fomoire?” 

Well, I'm glad you asked. The reason is that Fomoire bodies find equilibrium VERY quickly (in all things, but specifically in this for now) and just kind of adapt and enter a holding pattern. All alcohols are slightly poisonous. It's why they make us feel all loopy and sick. So it comes back to the differences in how sidhe and Fomoire deal with damage. Sidhe take the hit and then heal it super fast to keep on going. Fomoire take the hit and don’t notice a hit happened (i.e. getting stabbed mid-fight and only noticing after everybody’s dead that they have a sword sticking out of them). 

When sidhe drink, their bodies heal the damage done instantly, negating the effects of the booze. They're essentially fighting their own metabolism every time they drink (that depressing scene in First Avenger where Cap wants to be drunk, anybody?). Whereas Fomoire simply adapt. Their body recognizes a dangerous element, halt it, but don't have the ability to superheal to combat it. They basically quickly reach a form of homeostasis that renders the drinker happily smashed until they decide they're done now and it's sleepytime. Only then can the body begin to repair itself (at a much slower rate than the sidhe).

So, in a drinking contest between sidhe and Fomoire, the latter will be drunk as a fuck first, but they’ll also still be drinking two days later, sitting upright with their boots on the table singing shanties while the former cries under the table in their own vomit.

Hangovers are definitely still a thing for Fomoire, though. Hoo boy. Even Fomoiri bodies—tanks though they are—do not like being mildly poisoned. It's why many choose to just maintain a general drunken state to avoid the headache. Hence the stereotype of drunken sailors and rum-obsessed pirates.

In addition, it should be mentioned that the crafting of various alcohols is a highly-respected trade on Mag Mell. There are masters of the craft and they train their apprentices and pass on their secrets and compete with others in their community. Some specialize in one particular type of intoxicant (rum is the obvious favorite) while others branch out across several different boozes and drugs. A master brewer will receive just as much respect in the street as a master shipbuilder. Some even moreso. While not everyone owns a ship on Mag Mell, everyone drinks.

Tagged by @thosetwistedtales​ and she deserves all the credit for this idea OMG THE CUTENESS.

A i r n

If you have cleavage, that will be his favorite spot to snuggle. Even if you don’t put him there, he will find his way. Also enjoys viewing the world from this vantage point.

In that same vein, be aware that this breed wanders! Do not be alarmed if you find him in random cupboards, atop impossibly tall objects, etc. Those with weak hearts may want to look into a different companion if suddenly spotting a tiny Airn in unexpected places will cause too much stress.

Does not like bedtime.

If you want to put him to sleep the best way is to snuggle him down in a pile of playmates and let their sleepiness infect him.

Snuggles anything within reach and will latch on like a tiny octopus. Often tries to bring these things with him when he goes exploring, even when it leads to him huffing and upset. If he tugs you to follow, humoring him will win major points.

Gets very hyperactive when it storms. Do not under any circumstances allow him outside in this sort of weather.

Bath time is best time. Bath toys are love. Especially boats he can ride.

Likes smooches a lot. If he manages to clamber up to reach your face, you will receive a smooch.

Swaggers when he walks. This may be adorable, but if you giggle he will pout.

One of the few breeds which is careful enough with sharp things to be trusted with them. Often wears them strapped to his hip and usually uses them for gesturing and/or dramatics. Plastic cocktail swords are a particular favorite.

Feeds off attention from both Handler and playmates. The more the merrier!

D i e r a

Will decorate herself in shiny and/or colorful things almost exclusively.

Will fluff and coo if you compliment her dress-up.

Likes symmetry and will straighten things like crooked picture frames. Very helpful with housework and loves party prep!

Keep an eye on her when pocket!airn is around. She can be patient with him, but if pushed too far she may bite him.

If you have several playmates, put her in charge of dispensing food. She flourishes in groups, especially at mealtimes, and is happiest sitting with her playmates while they eat.

Loves things that smell good. Perfume, incense, freshly-done laundry, etc. She will try to snuggle up with whatever it is and get the scent all over her.

Can be very bossy to both Handler and playmates. Sternness will not work in this case as it will just make her more stubborn. If she wants something she should not have, negotiation and compromise are your best bets.

Gurl I love you. I only knew about two of these before I sat down to actually think about everybody. CHARACTER DEVELOPMENT! Here’s everybody I know about lol

Corvan used to grab at the crow pendant around his neck. But as a kid he became aware of it as a tell/sign of weakness and trained himself out of it. Now his tells are much less obvious and only students of body language would be able to tell he’s anything but stone cold.

Zafi is very obvious and he’s aware of it, but can’t really control it any more than you or I could control our blinking for very long. He literally buzzes and twitches when he’s feeling agitated, and while learning the variable wing-twitches or volume of his buzzing could give you more particulars into his mood, his nerves are very often on display.

Diera tends to rub her fingertips against each other or against the pad of her thumb when she’s agitated or bored. It’s an old gunnery trick to keep the fingers free of moisture, thus keeping powder and spark intact when the order to arm and fire can come in a split second. She’s aware of it, but hardly concerned. After all, it’s a good habit to have when one still works around weapons.

Airn can be hard to pick up on since his involves so many varying gestures and that he tends to do it even when he’s not nervous or bored. He generally just fusses over his appearance. It can be anything from running a hand through his hair to tugging at his beard to rearranging his clothes. The key is usually if he does it repetitively then something’s wrong. Ironically, he’s not at all aware of it. Self-absorbed does not equal self-aware.

Felix has an oral fixation. If at all possible, he’ll have a plain old nicotine cigarette when his nerves start acting up. Barring that, he’ll fidget with his lips, bite his nails, bite on guitar picks, etc. I’m sure he’s subconsciously aware of it and would go “yeah, duh” if someone pointed it out, but it doesn’t concern him.

I’ve mentioned it before but Genevieve tends to become hyper-productive, especially with flower-arranging when she’s overwhelmed. The more she’s Doing the less she’s Thinking and in that sense she is both aware and unaware she’s doing it.

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when you’re done, tag 15 other people to do the same!

tagged by: @botanyandbrilliance​

Verse: Tweaked Irish Mythology

NAME: Diera AGE:  900~ SPECIES: Fomoire GENDER: Female ORIENTATION: Bisexual PROFESSION: Lord of Mag Mell and captain of Fear’s End

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{ PHYSICAL ASPECTS }

BODY TYPE: thick af and curvy; thighs of doom; arms that can definitely do push-ups with a kid or two on her back

HAIR: Naturally black and tightly coiled, but only seen that way by the very, very special people in her life. Her hair is ART. Colors and designs and decorations galore.

EYES: Gold

SKIN: Warm brown, a few major scars but more burns than blade wounds, less ink than others her age and what she does have is flowing lines and kinda abstract.

HEIGHT: 6′0″ even (though often hella taller bc HEELS)

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{ FAMILY }

FAMILY:

Her parents are both fishers from long lines of fishers. By the time she could stand upright on her own she knew how to catch fish by hand and her hands only became quicker with age. Both of her parents are still alive and very much a part of her life. Her father had a stint as a bard before retiring/deciding to help in the family fishing fleet. Diera’s first memories are of lying with her head on his lap, listening to stories and songs. She gets her secret softness and caring heart from him. From her mother she got her entire backbone and her immovability. When they both lock into that mode, arms crossed and hips set to one side, they’re nearly identical.

MARRIAGE:

Not for the Fomoire in general, though Diera enjoys the concept of keeping a mate close. She has a handful (literally count ‘em on one hand) of lovers she’s trusted enough to see her completely dismantled. A couple of those she’s even had children by, though being as she’s in general more attracted to ladies, she doesn’t have quite as much offspring as others.

ANY PETS?:  

yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [ ]  

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{ SKILLS }

Physical Prowess:

Though boasting generous curves and solid muscle through her limbs, her greatest strength is her hands. She has a dexterity and speed and surety of movement there that few can rival. In every other sense, she’s as tough and strong as any captain her age. She tends to avoid brawls and duels, though. In her mind, the best way to win is to crush the enemy before they realize a fight has started. Since taking command, she hasn't been seen in personal combat. With such a large vessel and so much to do, that sort of behavior strikes her as childish.

Speed:

Quick fisher’s fingers that became quick gunner’s fingers. Her hand-eye coordination is second to none, and she doesn’t hesitate once she’s made a decision. And given that she captains an almost literal behemoth of a ship, she makes decisions DAMN fast. 

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{ LIKES }

COLORS:

Violet, pink, orange, bright green, but honestly anything rich-toned and vibrant.

SMELLS:

Tropical florals, brewing tea, the mercury and cinnamon smell of the fishing boats, pungent incense. 

FOOD:

Fruit and equally sweet treats. She especially has a weakness for fruit and cream combinations. Cakes are a close second. 

DRINKS:

Tea for private, bourbon for public, rum for celebration.

ALCOHOLIC BEVERAGES?:

yes  [ x ]  ||   no  [  ]

FAVOURITES:

Flowers, her ship, her family, her second family, children in general, privacy, being the center of attention, birds in flight, mer, mersong, any type of singing from shanties and tavern lays to lullabies and stories, embroidered cushions, new fashion ideas, letting her hair down both figuratively and literally, satin sheets, laughing from her gut, her ivory pipe.

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{ OTHER DETAILS }

SMOKES?:

yes  [ x ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally [  ]  ||  very rarely [  ]

DRUGS?:

yes  [  ]   ||   no  [  ]   ||   occasionally  [  ]  ||  very rarely [ x ]

DRIVER LICENSE?:

yes  [  ]   ||   no  [ x ]  

EVER BEEN ARRESTED?:

no  [ x ]   ||   yes  [  ]   ||   almost/detained  [  ]  

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DONE! now tag 15 other people to do it!:

tagged by: @camaninn​ (for Diera)

(click to listen!)

Feeling Myself - Nicki Minaj (feat. Beyoncé)

Golden Age - Woodkid

Starfall - Thomas Bergersen

No Scrubs - Bastille

Ancient Cry - Russ Landau

Run The World -  Beyoncé

Gold - Kiiara

Trini Dem Girls - Nicki Minaj & Lunchmoney Lewis

Yoga - Janelle Monáe (feat. Jidenna)

Medicine Chant - Anilah

tagged by: @justunseeliethings (for Diera) tagging: i’m so done omg

INDEPENDENCE

You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

SENSITIVITY

You have delicate, sensitive perceptions; you can be deeply moved by appearances – the right light in a room, or good food, or the texture of a piece of clothing. Expressive, intelligent language has a powerful hold on you; your mind works better when it is inspired and provoked by vivid imagery. It can be sad to live in a world which is often so ugly and not properly looked after. But you know that things can be otherwise, and you have the ability to appreciate the world at its best.

RESILIENCE

TAGGED BY: @thecatsidhe

I TAG: WHOEVER THE FUCK

full name: Lord Captain Diera gender & sexuality: Female, bi with a preference to ladies ethnicity & species: Fomoire birthplace & birthdate:  A little coastal village far away from Mag Mell during monsoon season.

guilty pleasures: Playing with kids, hiding away from everything, partying hard.

phobias: faltering, losing crew, freak accidents

what they would be infamous for: she has the largest flagship (not largest ship, but largest fleet-leading ship) and runs it so tight she puts even Corvan to shame also seems to do it without instilling terror/hyperalpha behavior whoop there it is

what have they / would they have gotten arrested for: piracy, robbery, terrorism, intimidation, kidnapping, murder, etc.

character you ship them with: @theumbralviper shhhh don’t tell airn XD also @camaninn a little bit

character most likely to murder them: anybody i could list here is already dead :/

favourite book genre: romance

least favourite book cliche: so many het pairings with no room for polyamory

talents & / or powers: she knows her guns okay her ship’s cannons are in PRIME fucking condition; also she’s constantly upgrading and learning new shit about powder types and how to improve her guns; also she’s stone cold and knows how to command a room and also how to maneuver HUGE amounts of people in combat and in life

why someone might love them: she gorgeous af and flawless besides; never anything out of place on her person, a clear concern for her crew and willingness to hear their complaints and find a fair resolution to fights; a steadfastness and determination to see any action through to its end; did i mention sexy as FUCK

why someone might hate them: her incredible control can make her appear cold and besides that she’s a VERY private person; even blind drunk she will not tell secrets; she also doesn’t put out quite as easily as others (-coughs at airn-) and has frustrated more than one suitor with her seeming disinterest; in truth she’s just extremely picky and, again, SUPER private 

Tagged by: @camaninn and @airanddarkness for Diera Tagging: @themaidenmuirin

TASTE.  Rich cream and tart berries. Sweet rum. Flowery teas. Pomegranates. Cinnamon.

SMELLS. Faintly fishy. Gunpowder. Perfumes both spicy and floral. Dyes. Cloves and incense.

SIGHTS. A ship so large the mind cannot comprehend it as a moving vessel on first glance. Quick fingers on powder fuses. An explosion of colorful petals amidst dull green leaves. A smiling woman with arms full of children that are not hers. A banquet table crammed with family. A wide grin hidden behind full lips. The fixed point of a mountain in the distance. Soldiers unmoving in their ranks. A behemoth whale breaching the surface of the ocean and crashing back down.

SOUNDS. The roar of cannons like neverending thunder. The answering affirmative shout to an order given. A beautiful voice practicing alone, starting and stopping. Gentle words in the most private of whispers. A deep yell for silence and gaining it. Fingers running over fabric. Two blades ringing out in unison.

OUTFITS. Always armed with identical twin blades. Flowing trains of fine material flashing to chase a purposeful stride. Heeled boots. Painted nails. A hoard of corsets that would put dragons and their gold to shame. Tight trousers and flowing gowns, all dependent on mood and occasion. Soft shirts with plunging necklines. Long jackets with rich embroidery. Headdresses and hair-pins. Hats free of any sign of use. Feathers and leathers and every version of iron jewelry imaginable. Never an inch out of place.