#dark blue pansy butterfly

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DARK BLUE PANSY BUTTERFLY

it may be green!!!!!!

just kidding!!!!!!!!! I bet you fell for that!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1

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Promises Are Meant to be Broken

- Theodore Nott x fem!Reader, Lorenzo Berkshire x fem!reader

summary: As childhood best friends, Enzo and you made a pact to date and get married before leaving to Hogwarts together. But as you get older, that promise begins to fade in your memory, as opposed to Enzo because it’s all he can think about.

Disclaimer: ok so I know I promised to not write another fic about Theo, but, well…. read the title. Plus, this fic includes Enzo as a romantic-ish partner so…. yeah! also it was my blogs official 2 years as of 4 days ago! Thank you to everyone who enjoys my stories and keeps this mess of a (v hyper fixated) blog alive 💗

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“When we’re older, if we both aren’t dating someone by 16, we’ll date each other.” 4 year old Enzo said to you, as you were both playing in the forest by your house.

“And if we aren’t married by 21, we’ll marry each other.” You had said, jumping into the river to cool yourself off from the boiling July weather.

“You promise?” Enzo responded, tentatively dipping a toe in.

“I promise.” You said, before grabbing his hand and pulling him in.

—-

“Hey Enzo, pass me that book please. The purple one.” You said, hoping to find the answers to your homework in there.

“Yeah, here you go.” He said as he passed it to you, smiling as he did so.

“Merlin, do any of you know how to do this?” Theo asked from beside you, struggling on his transfiguration homework.

“Just copy mine, it’s in my bag.” Pansy said, not looking up from her potions essay.

“Thanks P, you’re a life saver.”

You and your best friends were all sitting in the library doing your homework, trying to get ahead of it for the week since you all planned to throw a party this Friday.

You had been friends with most of them since childhood, Enzo and your friendship going the farthest back. Your friend group was extremely close, and you all always chose to spend as much time together as possible.

“I can’t do this anymore, I give up.” Mattheo said, slamming his textbook shut.

“Then give up on getting drunk this weekend.” Blaise said, knowing exactly how to motivate Mattheo.

He made an exasperated groan before opening his book again and going back to his work.

“I say we enchant the bottles so they turn to water every time he tries to drink.” Theo whispered to you, smirking at the thought.

You giggled quietly at his joke, staring into his deep blue eyes.

You both kept eye contact for a little longer than necessary before Enzo loudly cleared his throat.

You turned to look at him, giving him a confused look. He pretended he didn’t see it.

Enzo had had a crush on you for as long as he could remember, and been in love with you for a couple months now. He had hoped that you would’ve kept your promise to each other about dating when you turned 16, but seeing as there were only 2 months left in your 6th year he doubted it would ever happen. He wished he had the courage to tell you, but he was so afraid he would ruin your friendship. Draco kept telling him he could play it off as a joke if he ever brought it up, but Enzo knew you. He knew you’d never believe him. Plus, he was sure Theo had a crush on you. And, could he really compete with Theodore Nott? With his 6’4 frame, dark curly hair, brooding stare, and perfect smile?

“Alright, I’m done.” You said, taking him out of his trance.

He was about to speak up and offer to leave with you, but somebody beat him to it.

“I’ll walk back with you. If I stare at this book for one more second my head will explode.” Theo said, packing up his things before grabbing your bag and his.

How Enzo wished his head would explode. He felt bad thinking these things about his best friend, but he couldn’t help it. The girl of his dreams was on the line.

“See you guys later.” You said, and Theo gave the group a nod before putting his hand on the small of your back and leading you both out of the library.

The simple touch erupted butterflies in your stomach. Every touch and look from Theo did. Your crush on Theo was growing stronger and stronger every month, every year, every day. How could it not? He was always doing the cutest things, and Pansy was always feeding your delusions.

“I think I’m going to go take a nap, i feel like a zombie.” You told Theo once you had both entered the Slytherin common room.

“Come sleep in my dorm, I don’t wanna be alone.” Theo said, making a silly pouty face to convince you.

“Fine, but only if you let me borrow clothes.”

“Your wish is my command, principessa.” He said, making you blush. You loved when he used that nickname.

You both quickly made your way towards his dorm, laughing and giggling the entire way up at jokes Theo was making. He really was the funniest guy you knew.

“Here we are.” Theo said, as he opened the door for you.

“Thanks, Teddy.” You said, walking into his shared dorm with Mattheo and Enzo. He blushed at the nickname, and hoped you wouldn’t notice.

You’d spent countless hours here, drunk after parties, doing homework, just hanging out. Their dorm was like your second home. You made your way to Theo’s bed where you plopped yourself down and took off your Mary Jane’s.

“Ok, I want a hoodie. Please.” You said, adding the please after and throwing in a sweet smile.

“Yes ma’am.” He said, walking over to his closet and strategically picking out his Quidditch hoodie that had his name written on the back.

He handed it to you and you thanked him before you began unbuttoning your school shirt.

His gaze lingered on you before you gave him a jokingly seductive look which struck him out of his trance. You giggled as he turned away and watched him quickly fix his pants, and take a couple deep breathes before going to take off his own school shirt to change into some comfortable clothes.

You gaze lingered on his abs, chiseled to perfection due to Quidditch. He changed into a t-shirt and grey sweatpants, which didn’t help your case.

“Ughh, I’m ready to sleep.” He said, embracing you in a hug and laying on top of you.

“Mmph mpaoood.” You said, your voice muffled by his chest.

“What?” He said, laughing, putting his arms on either side of you and lifting his body so he was looking down on you.

“I said: me too!” You said, giggling, before putting your arms around his neck.

“Let’s go to sleep then.” He said, begrudgingly taking himself out of your embrace and getting up to turn the lights off and shut the curtains.

You put yourself under the covers and snuggled into Theo’s bed, his scent all over the sheets putting you in a dreamlike state.

“Sleep tight.” Theo said, admiring the way you looked with his name sprawled over your back.

He held you tightly, and you snuggled into his chest before falling into a peaceful sleep.

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“Shut the fuck up!” Mattheo said loudly, entering his dorm room with Enzo following close behind, his laugh echoing on the walls.

“Oh shit, the lovebirds are sleeping.” Mattheo said, covering his mouth and dropping his voice to a whisper.

“Huh?” Enzo asks, before stepping into the room and seeing the horrific sight.

You and Theo, both in Theo’s bed, wrapped in a tight embrace, your breaths following the same pattern.

“Fuck off.” Enzo mumbled under his breath, before dropping his things and storming out of the room, leaving a confused Mattheo behind.

—-

“You’re the best!” You say to Enzo, who brought you back a drink.

The music was booming so loudly you could feel it vibrating through your body. The dark green lights were swimming around the room, engulfing everybody. You had just made your way out of the crowded dance floor, which you had easily convinced Enzo to follow you into.

He sat down next to you, spreading his legs and putting his arm on the top of the couch behind you.

“This dress looks really nice on you, y/n.” He said, staring intently at you as he sips out of his own cup.

“Thanks, Enzo. You’re outfit is nice too.” You said, looking at his slightly unbuttoned white shirt with black pants. Simple, but nice.

“You bought me this shirt.”

“Oh that’s right! No wonder I like it.” You said, causing Enzo to chuckle.

“Anyway, I can’t believe Michelle actually showed up.” You said, continuing the conversation. You loved gossiping with Enzo, you two always knew everything going around Hogwarts.

“I know, the nerve. I mean if it was just Draco I would get it, but it’s Pansy’s party too.” He said, referring to the girl who attempted to date Draco even though Pansy and him were “together.”

“Totally. I mean when she tried snogging him they technically weren’t labeled, but everyone knew they were together.” You said, Enzo’s face so close to yours so that you could both here the conversation over the blasting music.

“Yeah-“ He begins, before he’s cut off my Mattheo.

“Yo mate, where’s the extra fire-whiskey.” He says, wobbling over, clear that he doesn’t need any more alcohol.

“Under the black chair.” Enzo says, nodding to the chair, barely taking his eyes off you.

“That’s why you’re my favorite.” He says, causing you to scoff. He begins to walk off before you speak up, and he turns back to you.

“Where’s Theo?”

“I don’t know, I haven’t seen him in a while.” Mattheo responded, and Enzo’s eyes are now on the ground, a mean look on his face.

“He said he was gonna go smoke with you though?”

“That prick, he never shares his weed. But no, I haven’t seen him.”

“What? Where is he then?”

“Probably shagging some girl.” Enzo says with a nasty voice.

You turn to him bewildered.

“He wouldn’t do that.” Mattheo said, trying to save his best friend. He knew of Theo’s huge crush on you and he wasn’t going to let him get a bad image with you. Enzo, on the other hand, hadn’t told anyone about his feelings for you.

You give Mattheo a small smile before looking down at your cup.

“He’s probably outside or something, you know how he is. He’s not with some girl, trust me.” Mattheo says, reassuring you.

“You’re right. I’m gonna go look for him.”

Mattheo smirks, hoping tonight will finally be the night Theo mans up and asks you out.

“Wait-“ Enzo starts, but you’re already off.

—-

You make your way up the astronomy tower’s stairs, the last place you can think of to find Theo. The summer weather engulfs you like a warm blanket, and a gentle breeze keeps you from breaking any sort of sweat. The moon and stars are shining so brightly it’s as if you’ve just casted a Lumos charm. As you finally take the last steps and climb onto the platform, you see Theo’s tall frame, facing away from you, leaning on the railing.

“Teddy?” You call out softly, causing him to turn around.

The smoke from his blunt creates a cloudy haze around him, and his eyes are bloodshot, although you can’t tell if it’s due to the drug or if he’s been crying. He smiles softly when he sees you.

“Hey, you.” He opens his arms for you, and you quickly make your way to him. He immediately engulfs you into a tight embrace and puts his face into your hair.

“You ok?” You ask, voice slightly muffled by his chest.

“Yeah, yeah. Just been thinking too much.” He says, as he unwraps himself from around your body.

“Probably all the fire-whiskey I drank.” He says, chuckling. You giggle softly and place yourself next to him on the railing, looking out to the night sky.

“What have you been thinking about?” You ask. You’ve always reassured Theo that he could come to you whenever he needs it, and as much as he appreciates it he just can’t find it in him to express his emotions to others. It makes you feel slightly guilty because he’s always the first one there when you’re feeling down. It used to be Enzo, but it’s been Theo’s arms you’ve been crying into recently.

“Just life. And my place in it.” He says, taking a drag from his blunt.

“What’s your place in it?” You ask, trying to nonchalantly get him to open up.

“Just my place in others lives. I feel like I don’t have one.”

“What do you mean?” You ask, your eyes flicking around his face, trying to search for answers.

“I just feel like I don’t add anything to anyone’s life. Like I’m just a background character. Someone with no importance. Like… like as if nobody needs me.” He says, a soft and sad smile on his face, trying to not worry you with his feelings.

Your quiet for a second, your brain racking around how a boy who brings so much happiness to everyone’s lives could possibly feel this way. A boy who so easily made you fall in love with who he is, without even trying. The wind picks up, and begins blowing with a calming hum.

“I do. I need you.” You finally say, the alcohol in your system making you completely honest.

Theo’s face lifts up to look directly at you, his eyes searching for meaning in yours. Had you really just said what he thought you did? Was this you being friendly, or possibly, hopefully, something more? He reached his hand up to put a piece of hair blown into your face by the wind behind your ear.

“I need you. I need you more than anything actually.” He says, voice soft and sweet.

“I think of you every second I’m awake, and dream of you every second I’m asleep. I’ve never felt this way about anyone, y/n.” He says, sweetly but firmly, wanting to leave no doubt about his feelings in your mind.

“You have no idea how much I’ve daydreamed about you saying that.” You said, putting your hand over his, leaving it on your cheek.

“I think I have an idea, considering it’s all I’ve done for as long as I can remember.” He says, his body now towering over you.

“I feel like I’m dreaming right now.” You say, looking intently into his eyes.

Suddenly, he leans down and his lips are quickly on yours. It takes you a second to kiss back, since you were taken aback by the suddenness of it, but you quickly recuperate and kiss him back eagerly.

The kiss is hungry and earnest, but loving and kind. He tastes sweet and his arms around you are suddenly making you weak in the knees. Your hands make your way to his hair, getting lost in the brown curls.

Your tongues dance together, exploring each other’s mouths. After a little while you both pull away from each other in an attempt to catch your breathes.

“Do you still feel like your dreaming?” He asks, smiling.

“Much more than before, now.” You say giggling, his arms around your waist and yours around his neck.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve had to hold myself back from kissing you.” He says, causing you both to laugh more.

“I wish you hadn’t. This could’ve happened so much sooner.”

“Yeah, after that kiss I wish I hadn’t either. It was better than I ever even imagined.”

You giggle and turn away as your cheeks turn pink. His fingers softly grab your chin, turning you back to face him.

“Now that that’s happened, I don’t want to lose you.” He says, seriously.

“Oh yeah? And what are you gonna do about it.” You say, smirking playfully. He smiles at you and chuckles as he lightly shakes his head.

“Y/n, can I be your boyfriend?” He asks, making deep eye contact.

“I’d be an idiot if I said no.” You say, before reaching up to connect your lips once again.

—-

It had been almost a week of you officially dating Theo and you couldn’t be happier. None of your friends were surprised when you started dating, seeing as it had been painfully obvious to everyone but you two that you both liked each other. Since you were both in the same friend group, it wasn’t difficult to balance your friend-life with your relationship-life, making it all 100x easier. The only thing that seemed slightly out of place, was your relationship with Enzo. You hadn’t seen much of him the past few days, and would even say he seemed…. angry with you? You couldn’t really tell, but your happiness due to finally dating Theo outweighed all your worries tenfold.

—

It’s officially been a week from Friday, and your making your way to the library to return some books you had finally finished using. As you walked into the quiet and calming atmosphere, you noticed Enzo sitting alone at a table, his notes spread out in front of him. You smiled lightly, wanting to speak to your best friend who you’ve missed so much. You’d barely spoken to him all week, and all your conversations seemed to be cut extremely short by one of his “activities.”

“Hey Enzo.” You say sweetly, sitting down in a chair next to him.

He looks up at you with a strange expression on his face before looking back down at his essay.

“So… how’s your week been?” You ask, attempting to fill the awkward silence and converse with him.

“Fine.” He says, not even glancing in your direction.

You take a deep breath.

“Is everything alright with you? Have I done something?” You ask, confused on why he was acting this way.

“No.”

“Enzo, please. I know you. What are you upset about?”

“Nothing.”

“Enzo!” You say, exasperated, wishing he would tell you what was wrong so you could help fix it.

“Merlin y/n, are you really this dim-witted?” He says rudely, looking up at you for the first time.

“What…?” You ask, taken aback by his cruelty.

“Whatever, I’m done.” He says, as he begins to quickly pack up his things, shoving papers and books into his bag hastily.

“Enzo, please. Just talk to me.” You say, desperate not to lose your best friend over something you don’t even understand. You quickly get up, picking up your pace to keep up with his.

“Just leave me alone y/n.” He says, picking up his own pace. Heads turn to you two, and you can hear the whispers.

“Enzo just talk to me!” You say, reaching for his arm as your exiting the library.

He shakes your hand off. “I don’t want to talk to you! What do you not understand?” He says, stopping brusquely and turning to face you.

Your taken aback by his sudden stop and almost lose your balance.

“Why not? What have I done?!”

“You know exactly what you’ve done!” He says, beginning to walk away again.

You react quickly enough to grab his arm and pull him into an empty classroom before shutting the door.

“I’m not letting you leave until you tell me what it is that I’ve done to upset you.”

“Nice try.” He says, before attempting to push past you.

“Enzo don’t do this to me, please. I miss you.” You beg.

“Oh you miss me? Really? Well it doesn’t seem like that ever since him.” He says, anger extremely evident in his voice.

“Him? You mean Theo?” You ask, confused.

“Yes of course I mean Theo.” He says sassily.

“What does Theo have to do with this? I’ve been trying to make time for you but you’re the one who’s always busy!” You say, anger rising in your own voice at his selfishness.

“You don’t understand, do you?” He says, searching in your face for answers.

“What do I not understand?” You ask, already extremely upset with him.

“That I’m fucking in love with you y/n!” He says, his hands flying up to his hair.

“What..?”

“Merlin I’ve been in love with you for years. And I thought you felt the same way until you went off with that git!”

“That git? You mean your best friend? And.. why would you even think that? And why didn’t you say anything earlier?” You ask, spewing out questions rapidly.

He was quiet for a minute, at a loss for words.

“You’re telling me you’ve never felt anything towards me? Ever? We promised each other we would end up together!”

“Enzo we were 4!” You say, bewildered by his claims.

“Ok? It was still a promise!”

“Yeah, one we made when we were 4! Do you not understand how stupid you sound?!”

“That promise meant something to me! I’ve waited every second of every day until we turned 16 until we could finally be together! I thought you had forgotten since we never worked out, but now I know you just never cared enough.” He said, voice filled with sadness.,

“It’s not that I didn’t care Enzo! I care so much for you, but I… I just don’t love you. I’m in love with Theo.”

“God, please don’t say his name.” He says, his eyes filled with hurt.

“I’ll say his name all I want.” You spit out, bitterly.

His face falls even more so than before, his eyes brimming with tears.

“You promised me you’d be with me, and then you go out with my best friend! What the fuck is wrong with you?” He says, a crazy look in his eyes as he rubs his face.

“Yeah, well, promises are meant to be broken.” You say, tears silently falling from your eyes. You couldn’t believe the way Enzo was acting, you’d never seen him like this. In all his selfish glory. You should have actually listened to the rumors that came from his ex-girlfriends.

You turn around to reach for the door handle, wanting nothing more than to be as far away from him as possible.

“Y/n, wait!” He says, reaching for your hand to stop you from walking into the hallway.

“You’re my best friend, I don’t want this to end. Please.” He begs, tears still brimming in his eyes, his face and neck splotched with red.

“Let go of me.” You say, before shaking his hand off, and walking away. Leaving him standing in the doorway to wallow in his misery.

—-

Part 2?

[theghostofashton]

seven sentence sunday

thank you to @welcometololaland @heartstringsduet @im-overstimulated-and-im-sad @strandnreyes @reyesstrand

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Carlos quickly loses TK among the aisles, pausing to admire some individually potted pansies and a large pot of snapdragons. The air is sweet smelling and slightly breezy, some of the leaves blowing slightly in it. Eventually, he stumbles across TK at the end of one of the middle aisles, talking to an employee with long, dark hair tied back in a thick ponytail and kind brown eyes. “I travel a lot,” TK says to the employee, as he strokes the petal of a small flower in a gorgeous purple-blue. “I just want to be sure they’ll be okay when I’m gone?” There’s something soft in his voice, the tiniest hint of genuine worry over these hypothetical plants he could end up killing while they’re in Vegas for Winter Cup next week. Carlos feels a little thrown by how much it has his heart aching. “You’re in luck,” the employee – Sanjana, according to her nametag – says, with a bright grin on her face. “Petunias are pretty easy. They need sun, and you only need to water them once a week.” The smile that widens across TK’s face when he hears the words sends butterflies fluttering through Carlos’s stomach for reasons he can’t explain.

tagging @sanjuwrites @paperstorm @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut @carlos-tk @bonheur-cafe and leaving an open tag for anyone that wants to share!

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Hello! I am sorry for the delay! The tournament will start at November 18 at 2 pm BRT, the polls will be posted every 10 minutes!

The matches were randomized!

Side A

A bouquet of purple daylily, green carnation, dead leaves, fern, opium flowers and coriander Vs Red Orchid

Violet Vs Red Spider Lily

Dandelions 1 Vs A bouquet of willows and chives

A bouquet of wisteria, black and red carnations and foxgloves Vs A bouquet of buttercup, daffodils, edelweiss and orange

A bouquet of amaryllis, milkweed, bluebells and strelitizia Vs A bouquet of blue and red hyacinths

A bouquet of white, red and black roses Vs A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas

A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas Vs Forget-me-nots

A bouquet of snapdragon, tansy and black eyed susan Vs White poppies

Daisies Vs A bouquet of white clover, chamomile and pine

A bouquet of pink peonies, purple hydrangea and a variety of cosmos Vs A bouquet of asphodel, sage, yellow chrysanthemum, green carnation, plum blossom, stinging nettle, anemone and acanthus

A bouquet of marigold, dandelions, goldenrods and amaryllis Vs A bouquet of sea holly, ageratum, globe thistle, orchid cactus, protea, bird of paradise, mimosa, dianthus, hydrangea and clematis

A bouquet of bleeding hearts and dandelions Vs A bouquet of plastic lemon balm, thyme, hyacinths and anemone flowers, with a single real orange rose in the middle, wrapped in light blue cellophane

A bouquet of snapdragon, yellow poppy and jonquil Vs Blue Rose

A bouquet of yellow orchids, rue, yew, bird’s-foot trefoil, yellow gladiolus, yellow peony, sunflower and yellow amaryllis Vs A bouquet of dandelion, asphodel, poppy, chamomile, red columbine, hydrangea, rhododendron, dark crimson rose and queen of the night

Snapdragons Vs A bouquet of lily, red spider lily, daffodils and milkweed

A bouquet of rainflower, green carnation, camelia, nightshade, mulberry and purple lilac Vs Red Anemone

Side B

Strelitzia Vs A bouquet of blue violets, trumpet creeper, lavender and green carnation

Hibiscus Syriacus Vs Dandelions 2

Desert Bluebell Vs A bouquet of yellow and purple carnations

A bouquet of poppies, daffodils, daisies, ivy, and purple hyacinths Vs A bouquet of gloriosa (flame lily), veronica, jasione, jacaranda, cyclamen, jasmine and freesia

A bouquet of dandelions and buttercups Vs A bouquet of marigold, yellow and white zinnia, phlox, bluebells, cornflower, gladiolus, rosemary, dark crimson rose and purple cyclamen

A bouquet of orange lilies, yellow roses, buttercups, aconite, sunflower, hollyhock and lotus Vs bouquet of jasmine, milkweed, dandelion, poppy and oenothera

A bouquet of oleander, refflesia (corpse flower), trigidia, hyacinth, hollyhock, Iberis (candytuft) and orange tulip Vs A bouquet of lily of the valley and amaryllis

A bouquet of marigolds, tuberose, and dandelions Vs A bouquet of daffodil and pansy

A bouquet of amaranth, orange brugmansia, delphinium, honeysuckle and white aster Vs A bouquet of plumeria, fawn lily, magnolia and star grass

A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum Vs A bouquet of fern, rex begonia leaves, black rose, lily, odessa calla lily and green hydrangea

A bouquet of daisies, butterfly weed, orchids, purple lotus and violets Vs A bouquet of striga, mistletoe, and monotropa uniflora

Thistle Vs A bouquet of chestnut flower, lotus, dandelion, fern, thyme, anemone, geranium, holly, magnolia and bluebell

A bouquet of poppy, zygopetalum, echeveria, dandelion, yucca, twinspur , lotus, tagetes, ursinia, purple hyacinth and hibiscus Vs A bouquet of amaryllis, dicentra, red spider lily and white roses

Oleander Vs A bouquet of blue and purple daisies, desert lilies and black tulips

A bouquet of black eyed Susan, geranium and a tall sunflower Vs A bouquet of forsythia, holly, yellow hyacinth, petunia, viscaria and orange lilys

A bouquet of arborvitae, gladiolus and begonia Vs Spiderwort

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@hd-wireless 2023 fic claim: LA, Who Am I to Love You? for @sitp-recs

AO3 // FIC PLAYLIST

Harry’s summer in LA is not going as expected. Pansy Parkinson keeps inviting him to parties in the Hollywood Hills and harassing him to finally go to the physical therapist, Blaise Zabini keeps slipping new strains of his company’s magical weed into Harry’s pockets in hopes of an endorsement, and Draco Malfoy keeps having sex with everyone but Harry.

Liv, there's nothing I can say that everyone hasn't said before: you're such a lovely, kind, supportive part of our fandom and I can't think you enough for everything you do (especially sticking up for my fic while it was still on anon!). I was so so so excited when I saw your prompt — thank you for letting me rhapsodize about magical Los Angeles and also for letting me be horny in your ask box 💕💗💞

This fic took a village & is immeasurably better for all of their feedback: @thehoneybeet, whose essays about how some key scenes should change led to more clarity and kindness in the fic (and who let me steal their words VERBATIM); aulophobia, who tamed my run-on sentences (or at least half of them — blame me for the rest) and britpicked the hell out of this American fic (any Americanisms remaining are my own); @theonetruenim for their enthusiasm and wonderful LA vibes check; and @chaoticbindery for talking with me about Chicano magical traditions and a sensitivity read.

I'm feeling really sappy about this story. I truly love LA and I hope everyone else can see something to love about this illogical and metastatic city in the fic, whether it's the interminable sun and traffic, bougainvillea cascading over a fence, or the smog making the sunsets violent and gorgeous. Thank you to everyone who read it (especially @sitp-recs & @romaine2424 for your recs) — it means the world.

A brief snippet for the * ~ LA V I B E S ~ *

Luna and Neville spend a magical week in LA. Neville works during the day, developing a new strain with Blaise, but Luna is stupendously free. She accompanies Harry to yoga, where she compliments the teacher on her lack of Wrackspurts. Harry’s teacher accepts the compliment graciously and completely seriously. Despite being a Muggle, she is apparently senses when her aura is being declared clear, despite the incomprehensible words Luna uses.

They go to Harry’s favourite juice bar and Luna delights in ordering the oddest-coloured drinks she can: black (charcoal), royal blue (spirulina), hot pink (pitaya), and then green, green, and more green.

He and Luna spend hours outside. They lay on the beach—the first time Harry’s taken his shirt off in front of anyone who’s not a Healer since the bite—and Luna spends hours tracing it gently, completely intent, her nose almost pressed into Harry’s side. Harry dozes, waking up every time she hits somewhere sensitive. Despite applying extensive sunscreen, he somehow acquires a bit of a glow about him. He loves it. Harry, who was always tan in England, had felt positively pale before now in LA. He had been technically darker than Malfoy and Pansy, but his skin didn’t have a healthy flush of recent sun exposure; it looked almost green, olive tones coming out against the gold of Malfoy’s and amber of Pansy’s. Somehow, all the Slytherins have freckles. They no longer look sickly and afraid like at Hogwarts; instead, like they had ripened and melted in the LA sun. When they arrive back at Malfoy’s, Harry likes how Malfoy laughs at both of them, not unkindly, when they immediately demand Sun-Healing Potion.

They walk along the canals of Venice and the tiny alleys, where Luna stops to marvel at pomelos the size of Harry’s head, or brush her fingers through mulberries which stain her hands wine-dark for the rest of the day, or weave a crown of fig leaves.

They wile away the time in Draco’s garden. Butterflies flit around them—Harry’s not sure if they’re even real, given the mild explosions from Draco’s garage, where he’s madly inventing effects. Luna takes time to tell Harry about every plant in the garden, what’s in season, and what Draco has enchanted to bloom despite the heat and the sun: bougainvillea and wisteria and jacaranda and Birds of Paradise and one English tea rose. It’s odd how at-home Harry feels in Malfoy’s back garden—they’ve only just barely become friends—but he does and Malfoy seems to like him there, anyways.

On Thursday evening, after 48 hours of mad plant alchemy between Neville and Blaise, they come home. Neville’s only got one long scratch down his cheek, which is apparently a rousing success for trying to cross marijuana, Gillyweed, and a Venomous Tentacula. The poison is apparently a mild empathogen in small doses, the Gillyweed makes Harry feel as if he’s floating and unexpectedly makes him blow bubbles, and they all lie in the backyard, laughing and dozing and chatting. Bubbles float above them, trapped by the jacaranda: purple and pink and iridescent, shifting in front of Harry’s eyes. Somehow, butterflies are still flitting about the garden; the fairy lights glow above them in the dim of the twilight. A giant purple blossom from the jacaranda drifts down to the top of Malfoy’s head, and Harry can’t stop staring, entranced by how lovely he is, how golden and beautiful. He falls asleep on the cushioned wicker sofa out back that night, Luna curled around Pansy in a chair, and Neville snoring away. Harry wakes up feeling better than he has in a long time.

Luna and Harry go for hikes in the Hollywood Hills: Runyon Canyon, and Cahuenga Peak to the Hollywood Sign, where Harry feels like a tourist for the first time in LA. They even even drive west up into the Santa Monica Mountains, where Harry roasts to a crisp, exposed among the shrub, with the ocean vast and glittering to his left. Luna’s a calming presence in the passenger seat of Harry’s car, humming along in a scattershot, off-key melody to songs she’s never heard before. While they hike, Luna points out a peppercorn tree, crushes the pink berries between her hands and puts them into Harry’s nostrils; he sneezes. She marvels at the wild mustard, coating the hills with yellow sprays of flowers. She stands in front of an agave, blue-green spikes taller than her, with what appeared to be a giant asparagus rising from its center. It must have been thirty feet tall, covered in yellow and red anemones. Luna loves it instantly. She loves the prickly pear too, with their bloody metastatic fruit sprouting off the paddles—Harry finds them frankly unnerving. She finds wild rosemary off the trail, soft and plush; it’s so intensely savory that Harry feels like he’s being punched in the face with a focaccia when he smells it.

Harry had just tolerated LA—it was a means to an end, a long shot to get rid of the wolf. It almost feels like cheating to see it now through Luna’s eyes, just after Parkinson tempts him with a Quidditch offer. Harry feels as if he hasn’t made a real choice in his entire life: his path laid out by Voldemort and Dumbledore from his first birthday; his apathy during Auror training; and finally the bite. He didn’t think he had a real choice in front of him here, either, but now, in the unexpected beauty of LA through Luna’s eyes and generosity of Pansy Parkinson, he does.

[sayitwithsarcophilus]

I saw someone talking about "I appreciate the ecological benefits of a diversified lawn, but I live in tick country and high grass is a Very Bad Idea," and it made me wonder what lawns were like in their area. Mowing itself does not kill weeds! And even if they were talking about letting the non-grass plants get big enough to flower so the pollinators can actually benefit from them, there are plenty of fun plants that are either naturally low-growing (I'm defining "low-growing" as "shorter than a pulled-up crew sock") or can be mowed down to that height without injuring them.

This list will focus on the temperate zone because that's the only place I've lived.

Sweet alyssum: this is a garden flower, so you probably shouldn't expect it to stand up to too much foot traffic, but I have seen it in lawn mixes. It's a cute, obliging hardy annual adapted to a variety of temperate climates, smells good, self-sows, and is attracted to pollinators.

Wild violets/Johnny-Jump-Ups: Yuri flowers! Many species of cute little pansy-shaped things found all over the temperate regions of Eurasia and the Americas. Adapted to a wide variety of biomes, although many of them like some shade. Some are edible and I haven't heard of any that are dangerously poisonous, but look up your specific species before you start chomping.

Clover: Red clover is pretty and useful but probably too rangy if you need to keep your lawn below the top of your socks. White clover and hop clover (the tiny yellow ones) are more compact. Bees love it.

Vetch: There are hundreds of vetches out there, some of them way too big for our purposes, so we'll focus on the little weedy ones. These guys are members of the bean family (closely related to lentils and fava beans) with pretty sweet-pea-like flowers in a variety of colors. The most common variety where I live is fuchsia, but there's also a tiny species with pink and cream flowers. Being legumes, they're nitrogen-fixers.

Speedwell: Several species of low-growing plants of the genus Veronica with little blue flowers. Add some variety to your lawn's color palette.

Prunella/Purple Dead-Nettle: These are technically two different plants from two different genera, but apparently the plant I've known since childhood as Prunella looks more like Purple Dead-Nettle? Well, neither of them are toxic, so there's no great practical hazard to mixing them up. These are members of the mint family (but don't smell minty), modestly attractive in an herby kind of way, hardy and adaptable but easier to weed out of where you don't want them than mint proper tends to be.

Mint: Mint can get a bit gangly, but once it's well-established it doesn't mind being mowed - and it does smell wonderful after being cut or trampled! Potentially invasive.

Wild strawberries: If the wild strawberries native to your area reliably bear fruit, congratulations! Mine do not. But they're picturesque little plants anyway.

Chickweed: A sprawling plant with long gangly stems and tiny white flowers. Edible, and one of the traditional seven herbs in Japanese New Year congee.

Oxalis: Cute little shamrock-looking plants (although they're more closely related to starfruit than clover). Wild specimens can have green or dark red foliage. There are cultivated varieties with more spectacular flowers.

English daisies: tiny little daisies. The wild variety has white single flowers with yellow centers, but I've seen the cultivars (bigger fluffier flowers in various shades of pink as well as white) also do well in a lawn.

Buttercups: buttercups like wet feet, and add a cheery touch to any particularly moist or poorly drained parts of your yard. Some of the wild species are potentially invasive, so keep an eye on them for possible unseemly expansionist tendencies.

All these plants will give your lawn a picturesque charm, feed the butterflies and bees, and (hopefully) camoflage the dandelions and plantain.

[ennaku-sirri-da]

I’m as busy as a spider spinning daydreams,

I’m as giddy as a baby on a swing.

I haven’t seen a crocus or a rosebud

Or a robin on the wing,

But I feel so gay—in a melancholy way—

That it might as well be spring…

It might as well be spring.

[ ID: Traditional art that has been colored and edited digitally, featuring Kamal Bora and Dr.Habit from Smile For Me the game.

In the artists interpretation Kamal as a kid is much shorter than Habit. He has short straight hair. He wears a oversized dark purple sweater. Then he has a frilly red skirt which sparkles. Ending with light blue socks and pink crocs. Blue-magneta headphones are worn.

Here Habit is a really tall kid. He has a muppet-like appearance with yellow-greenish fur, very long rose-pink curly hair, pink blushing cheek patches with three freckles, ears stuffed with cotton fluff , deep red nails. His eyes are orange, circled below by red ruffles and have some pale purple eyeshadow. He wears a teal buttoned shirt with wavy darker pants that have yet darker stripes on them. Basically it's Kamal’s outfit from the game. His feet are bare.

We are viewing them from above. Kamal is braiding lillies of various colors and shapes- multicolored, freckled, painted- into Habit's huge hair, now he's at the end of it. He sits with folded legs. Besides Habit's ear lies a Tooth Lily. Habit lays his head back, supported by hands on the ground, and looks at the viewer with a devilish smile-a glint in his eye, one blue snaggletooth showing. His feet are thrown about casually. Between them lies a half-open book titled 'Science Of Constipation' in loud colors and fonts. It shows a page titled 'Importance of taking a dump by Bob Smith' that has been absolutely vandalized by Habit. Bob Smith's photo now sports a hat, devil horns and a mustache. ' Preface' has been struck out and replaced with 'Peeface'. Skull, flowers, star, eyes, and a silly emote with its tongue out have been doodled with a red sketch which lies nearby.

Nature surrounds them. Most of it is springtime flowers that can be found in Boston, USA. Daffodils, crocuses, peonies, roses, azaleas, pansies, tulips, black-eyed susans, trailing arbutus. Among this lush greenery- snails, ladybugs can be seen underneath while dragonflies, butterflies, bees fly above. Some young black sheep graze. One looks ahead, with a white heart-marking on its head. Beside Habit's left leg is a large light orange-brown rabbit, curled up and sleeping. Somewhere among the flowers are two small white red-eyed rabbits nuzzling.

To the far right swaying bushes of cattail grow. Beside them is a clear stream running, host to a male and female mallard duck leading their ducklings, bladderworts, white waterlilies with their pads. Among these waterlilies, a brown frog and tadpoles in various stages of life can be spotted. One duckling catches a tadpole in its beak. To the very front are Habit and Kamal's paper boats engaged in a race-- Kamal appears to be winning. One is pink and crumply, heavily decorated, a submerged tag attached to it reads ' B.H'. The other is neat and streamlined with a little teal flagpole announcing it as 'KB'.

The first version of the drawing is overlaid with a very warm orange filter, the second is unedited. End ID]

Talk below the cut!

PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I WORKED ON IT FOR MONTHS NO JOKE THIS IS MY CHILD WHOM I WAS PREGNANT WITH AND NOW I HAVE PAINSTAKINGLY BIRTHED AND CLEANED HIM FOR ALL OF TUMBLR TO SEE

[ Plain text: Please look at this I worked on it for months no joke this is my child whom I was pregnant with and now I have painstakingly birthed and cleaned him for all of tumblr to see]

🥸[ Glasses-and-moustache silly disguise emoji ]

aNYWAY this is part of a series of drawings where Habit and Kamal are just playing as kids really LOL

I listened to Vashti Bunyan's 'Just Another Diamond Day' album a LOT while coloring and drawing this HAHA also some vintage springtime songs! They were so lovely!!!

This also taught me a lesson to plan out my drawings more I guess but also WITNESS THIS BEAUTIFUL CHAOS AND MAY YOUR HEART BE OPENED TO ALL THE JOYOUS POSSIBILITIES MY FRIEND

[ Plain text: Witness this beautiful chaos and may your heart be opened to all the joyous possibilities my friend]

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A stranger would not have noticed the change, but Molly could see that the withered earth was brightening with a greenness as shy as smoke. Squat, snaggly trees that had never yet bloomed were putting forth flowers in the wary way an army sends out scouts; long-dry streams were beginning to rustle in their beds, and small creatures were calling to one another. Smells slipped by in ribbons: pale grass and black mud, honey and walnuts, mint and hay and rotting applewood; and even the afternoon sunlight had a tender, sneezy scent that Molly would have known anywhere. She rode beside Schmendrick, watching the gentle advent of the spring and thinking of how it had come to her, late but lasting.

"Unicorns have passed here," she whispered to the magician. "Is that the cause, or is it Haggard's fall and the Red Bull's going? What is it, what is happening?"

"Everything," he answered her, "everything, all at once. It is not one springtime, but fifty; and not one or two great terrors flown away, but a thousand small shadows lifted from the land.

Wait and see."

-- From The Last Unicorn by Peter Beagle

:-) [ smile emote ]

[hpsaffics]

2019 ~ Longest HP Femslash Fics

F/F tagged works sorted by Word Count on AO3*

As of 2023.2 (1,659 works)

*Only fics with a sapphic main pairing are included (listed by WC)

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1. Pink & Blue by Hermione_Stranger [Hermione/Luna, Daphne/Pansy, E, 302k]

While patrolling the castle one evening Hermione runs into a certain someone or rather falls over a certain someone. A rather odd someone in fact, who is in need of a little help.

2. Emerald Flight 2017 by megamatt09 [Fem!Harry/Kara Zor-El, Fem!Harry/Multi, E, 279k]

One heroine is fresh off of the defeat of the Dark Lord. The other heroine is recovering after the collapse of the Justice League and the death of her cousin. Alia Potter and Kara Kent meet in Vegas and the magic happens. Featuring female on female action, a collective consisting of multiple women, and some content not suitable for children. *Crossover with Supergirl, Arrow, Smallville, Justice League, The Flash, DCU

3. Antique Shop by Saijou_Fran [Fleur/Hermione, M, 175k]

A year had passed since the Battle of Hogwarts and the wizarding world was supposed to be a safe place now. But not all is what it looks like and Fleur and Hermione will witness that first hand.

4. Haru Potter by RickyRiddle [Azuma Tokaku/Ichinose Haru, T, 164k]

Because of a terrible war in the wizarding world, the Japanese magic school Mahoutokoro remained close for three years. This is how an old Hogwarts student native from Japan was allowed to open a temporary school for those young wizards, including the one known as "the girl who survived". *Crossover with Riddle Story of Devil

5. Born To a New Dawn - Book 1 by the_scribbler [fem!Harry/Hermione, M, 162k]

What happens if Minerva McGonagall decides that the Dursleys are not suitable as a home for Harry? What happens if Harry is loved from the get-go and expresses another part of himself?

6. Veracity by faemalenomad [Lily/fem!Severus, Lily/James, M, 142k]

Severa (called Vera by her one and only friend, much to her annoyance) is having a rough Fifth Year. She's not getting any notice from her peers about her proficiency in the Dark Arts, and she's losing the only person she cares about to her own ambition.

7. The Wars of Legends - The Great War of the Pharaohs by Dock872210 [Nimue/Ganos Lal, Diva/Otonashi Saya, M, 121k]

The sun god dies and the galaxy is consumed by war. Out of this chaos three queens strive to reshape the galaxy for the better. Will they succeed or will they be swept aside by tides of darkness? *Crossover with Stargate SG-1, Blood+

8. The Wings of a Butterfly by DecayedPac [Hermione/Tonks, M, 119k]

I was reborn in the magical world of Harry Potter, as Nymphadora Tonks. What the hell was I going to do now?

9. Crazy Little Things by dreiser [Hermione/Luna, M, 96k]

Little by little, in her own unusual way, Luna Lovegood begins to romance Hermione Granger.

10. The Brightest Witch by Neptune20 [Hermione/Mrs Granger, Hermione/Harry, E, 91k]

Hermione has built the reputation of being the brightest witch of her age by the end of third year, and this had opened many opportunities for her. Many choices. But what if she only wants to make one choice... for someone else to make those choices for her?

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[dansnaturepictures]

15th June 2023: Newborough and a brief look at Malltraeth Estuary

Photos taken in this set: 1. Chrysomela populi, there were loads of these on this beautiful dune walk, the first I’ve ever seen they’re striking beetles. 2. Pansy, possible wild pansy a gem in the sand. 3. Marsh helleborine, an eyecatching and colourful flower that I was thrilled to see, I had heard of them before. Another big flower find this holiday. 4, 6. 7 and 8. Beautiful views over the dunes, forest, across to the mountains of Eryri with Caernarfon Castle seen which was great, it was really nice to do this walk at a place I hoped we’d go this holiday we hadn’t been to this bit before. 5. Beautiful view at the vast Malltraeth Estuary. 9. Six-spot Burnet on valerian, this was a very key species to see on this walk there were so any of these as well. 10. Lady’s bedstraw and restharrow two key flowers coming into my year this week. 

It became a summer butterfly fest today with warm and addictive orange Dark Green Fritillaries and a dainty orange Small Skipper seen here, it was amazing to see two more species I needed to see to get my butterfly year list into the 30s. It’s been a big butterfly week away here. Bright Whitethroat including possibly a youngster, stunning singing Skylark floating through the air, Mute Swan, Swallow, Meadow Brown and Common Blue butterfly were nice to see too. Other key flowers were early marsh orchid my first ever too, bird’s-foot trefoil, self-heal, sea centaury and possible marsh pimpernel. Herring Gull, Black-headed Gull, Sand Martins flying over and tree mallow were good to see as the estuary.

[tanetlee]

Kamil's story

The funicular ride I took uphill brought me to the place known as [Kali’s] Garden of [Eden], where wild roses grow and every single bush bears sixty blooms, with the sweetest scent of any flowers anywhere [1].  On my way up, the hustle and bustle of the city below grew fainter and the sumptuous greenery of the surrounding hillsides came into view.

In front of my eyes was a garden, and what a garden [2]! Beautiful pictures [of] herbaceous lupins, pink, yellow, mauve, and other colours, [...]; myosotis [...], giving spring carpets of their precious blue in bulb and other beds; giant pansies, white, primrose, mauve, purple, and other shades; [...] perennial poppies of the orientale and bracteatum types, having giant flower stems [...]; double and single giant pyrethrums, having [...] masses of beautiful flowers; scarlet, white, pink, purple and rose Brompton stocks [3]. The air heavy with the delicate scent of pink blooms of hibiscus and orchids, springs of joy murmur on every side [4]. Butterflies fluttering daintily from bloom to bloom, their wings a riot of vibrant hues. Soft, velvety moss growing luxuriantly around majestic trees with sprawling canopies. The garden’s flowers breathed perfume and its birds warbled amid the bloom as it were a garden of the gardens of Paradise [2]. This garden [did] not whet your appetite; it quenche[d] it [5].

As I lingered, marvelling at the kaleidoscope of colours that surrounded me, I could discern a soft melody in the distance. And behold, up came dancers and drummers with their drums and pipers with their pipes, [...] and played all manner antics with voice and limbs [6]. The placid serenity from moments prior had suddenly bloomed into a symphony above [the branches], a beating of drums below [the moss], dances, joyous faces [...], songs, [...] and frank laughter [7]. All gathered by a field which stretched to the brink of a brusque cliff. As the crowd stood motionless, the stillness broken only to the gentle flutter of dragonfly wings, moments stretched into minutes. Finally, a delicate silhouette ascended the stairs leading up the cliff face.

‘Who is she?’, I asked my neighbour.

‘Newcomer I see’ he said, ‘You have been in Eden, the garden of [the] God[s][8], Kali and Apollo. You have joined to meet the oracle, Ewa. Now observe and talk not’.

It all made sense. Hence [faces] splendid with both [smile] and [laughter]; [...] hence the zither and lyre and drums [9]. Hence the dances and cheering.

The oracle’s eyes, dark and deep as a starless night, observed the masses with a calm intensity that belied the seriousness of her task. As her body swayed slightly, behind her, her long robes flowed in the wind. And then, a powerful voice bloomed from her lips:

‘[Kali and Apollo are] wise [11], so pray to the Winds [10]’ she spoke, ‘They will prove to be mighty allies of [Krakow] [10]. [Jack] is wiser [11], so, love of money and nothing else will ruin [Krakow] [12]. But of all men [you are] wisest [11], so make your own nature, not the advise of others, your guide in life [13]. Also the dragon, earthborn, in craftiness coming behind thee [14]. Your presence here outrages the God[s] [15] who offended you. Don’t go back, matricide [15]! The names Shiva, Argus and Pinterest mark the hour of your downfall [15]!’.

Ewa’s words rang out across the garden, her voice carrying the weight of the prophecy. The crowd listened in rapt attention, knowing that her words carried the authority of the divine.

She turned around and vanished down the face of the cliff. My neighbour, much like everyone else around me, seemed to have heared the true answer to [their] question [16], a question that only those of Krakow appeared to have pondered.

As I retraced my steps towards the city, I knew I had visited the Garden of Eden upon the earth, birth place of the fairies: I will never forget thy beauties, O [Krakow], for none but thee will I ever long:— Blessed be the wonders that glitter on thy [meadows] [6].

[1] Herodotus, The Histories

[2] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights

[3] Gothein, A History of Garden Art

[4] Wollstonecraft, Complete Works

[5] Seneca, Complete Works

[6] The Book of the Thousand and One Nights Supplementary Nights

[7] Hugo, Les Misérables

[8] Augustine, The City of God

[9] Melanchthon Bucer, Collected Works

[10] Macaulay, G. C., Herodotus Book VII

[11] Nietzsche, The Birth of Tragedy and Other Writings

[12] Diodorus VII.12.5

[13] Ciero

[14] Plutarch, On the Pythian Responses

[15] Markville History, World History to 16th Century

[16] Aquinas, Summa Theologica

[xuekoi]

Nine common butterflies 🦋

[dontsh0vethesun]

your eyes look like coming home - N.R.

masterlists

(Part of my Red (Taylor's Version) fics)

Song - Everything has changed

Pairing - Natasha Romanoff x Reader

Summary - Snapshots of your's and Natasha's relationship, how her eyes remind you of everything good.

Warnings - mostly fluff with some angst 👀

Word Count - 2746

You’d always liked the colour green; the blades of grass of a meadow on a calm summer’s day with the pale blue skies above and nothing but the soft sound of the birds. The leaves of your favourite tree, seeking solace in its shade. The pale shade of the spiky cactus that sat alone on your windowsill, the team’s housewarming gift for you when you joined, still perky in its place. You loved to admire the mini garden Wanda tended to, delicate leaves and vines, fresh tomatoes and herbs. 

You always loved the colour green but you’d never loved it quite as much as you did when you looked into Natasha’s eyes, emerald irises gazing into yours with adoration, never failing to disturb the butterflies in your stomach even after all these years. 

In the bright rays of the sun you could see every lighter speck shining, like small droplets of rain balancing atop a fig leaf, the translucent domes showing each detail of the life beneath. She’d shield her eyes to look at you, squinting against the sunlight as she smiled that perfect smile and wrapped her arm around your waist with a peck to your cheek.

And in the darkness, grey clouds looming and heavy rain pattering against the window, the green of her eyes was deep. Like moss sprouting in the cracks in cement. The yellowed glow of the lamplight would reflect in her eyes whilst she’d snuggle into you beneath the covers, just you and her in one another’s company enjoying the dulcet sounds of rain against glass.

“Hm, I’ve always liked purple.” She’d hummed with a smirk, watching the amethyst glow pass over your eyes once she’d pulled away from your lips. She’d caught you off guard, finally closing the space between you after mutually pining for far too long and smiled at your stunned expression. You weren’t particularly skilled with your powers at that point with them often being set off at times of high emotion and she knew just that - she just loved how beautiful they looked.

“I think purple and green look pretty good together.” You breathed out with a smile, happy to return the kiss she leaned in for. And it was true, a delicate combination of purple and green - a field of lavender, plants swaying in the wind, or the soft rounded petals of a pansy against its stem. 

—

It was just an ordinary day when Natasha realised, glancing over to you from where she was training at the punching bag, watching the purple tendrils swirl from your fingertips as you practised with Wanda. She smiled as you laughed, watching in awe at the way the colour floated through the room, the look of concentration on your face as you controlled its path. 

Never before had she let somebody see her the way you do, truly see her. Never before did she think she’d ever let anybody in, to feel this way - it is for children after all, that’s what she was always told. And yet there you were, this shining light with all the warmth in your hold - arms that feel like home. 

She thought back to how just that morning the kiss you pressed to her cheek felt so perfect, like the flames of a million candles tickling her skin. And the way the goosebumps rose across the flesh of her arm where your fingers brushed across in passing. She thought of how you’d always light up when your gaze landed on her, how you’d always glance at her first when everyone laughed at a funny scene on the TV - she always looked to you too, just to see you smile.

She thought of you and she was sure.

She was sure because of the way she felt at the sound of your laugh, of your humming along to the music playing in the kitchen as you swayed your hips and how you’d make her jump around with you to the beat. She was sure because even just the mere sight of you curled up with a book made her heart soar and the sparks ignited across her palm as you’d entwine your fingers with hers when she sat to do the same; mindless stroking of your thumb over her knuckles as you both flicked through pages. She was more sure of this than anything, it felt right. 

So later that evening she took a shaking breath, her nails mindlessly picking at a thread of a blanket and her foot tapping on the ground from where she sat on the edge of your shared bed. She ran the words through her mind over and over, mumbling them under her breath in search of the perfect combination.

“Hey, you okay?” You asked, walking into the room to find her deep in thought.

“Mhm, perfect.” She smiled with a nod, a pensive look in her eyes. “I actually have something to say.” She added, swallowing thickly as she held her hand out to you to pull you into a seat beside her. 

“Okay.” You returned, your fingers being fiddled with by hers.

“You make me happy, so so happy - happier than I ever thought I could be.” She muttered out, clearing her throat. “I - you’re just so perfect and I - gosh this is ridiculously hard.” She groaned, huffing out a small laugh as she shook her head and looked into her lap.

“It’s alright love, take your time.” You reassured her as you gave her hand a squeeze.

“I feel - I just. I was always told it was for children, you know? I never thought I’d have something like this - something so…so magic. And I am so so glad to have you, I- it’s - God. Could you just look in here?” She sheepishly questioned, her cheeks blushed pink as she tapped her temple with her finger. “Just look, please.”

“Okay.”

Her emerald eyes stared into yours as the purple swirled, your fingers touching the side of her head as the tendrils spun. You saw the way she saw you, this ray of sunshine brightening up her dull world, how she can’t help but smile at the sight of you. You saw who you were to her, how sure she was of this overwhelming feeling in her chest. And you were sure as well. 

She looked nervously as the glowing stopped and the wide grin curled your lips upwards, she couldn’t help but mirror the expression. 

“I love you too, Nat. So much - more than anything.”

“Oh thank God.” She sighed before leaning forwards to press a kiss to your lips, leaving an eager pathway of pecks over your cheeks and your jaw and your neck until she rested her chin on your shoulder and pulled you into a hug. “I love you.” She whispered, her lips grazing over your skin. “I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated loudly, beaming at the giggle falling from your lips. “I can’t believe I was scared to say it, it feels so good. I love you.”

“I love you too.” You laughed.

—

You felt her eyes on you before you saw her, staring from across the room as you were both dragged in different directions by various partygoers. It was hard to focus on the words being spoken to you from the way she smirked at you, hips swaying as she sashayed her way through the crowded room, hand cupping her martini glass.

Her hand landed itself on your waist as she sidled up beside you, the scent of her perfume smelling like amber and figs wafted to your nose and her lips left a glittering lip gloss mark where she kissed your cheek. 

She waved Tony over to take over the boring conversation much to his chagrin and yanked you away with a laugh, twirling you round as you joined the crowd of dancers, pulling your back into her. Her hands roamed your waist as she guided the movement of your hips in time with hers, bodies pressed together dancing to the vibrations of the heavy bass. 

She spun you back to face her with ease, looking at you with a smile. In the light you couldn’t see the mesmerising hues of green, only the bright reflections of the lights flashing overhead. Glows of red and blue, yellow and orange, coloured the whites of her eyes, the ones that looked to you with love and something else.

“I missed you.” She muttered, grabbing onto your waist.

“I know, those ten minutes apart were dreadfully painful.” You teased, laughing with a faux gasp of pain at the small punch she landed on your arm. 

“Shut up.” She huffed, smiling into a kiss with her hand pulling you into her by the back of your head, fingers stroking through your hair. When she pulled back you could see how her eyes had darkened slightly, glazed over with a lustful tint and her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

It wasn’t long before the pair of you were stumbling through your bedroom door in a haze, desperate kisses and roaming hands. 

Her eyes held contact with yours as she undressed, as she crawled over to you and as she pulled her favourite sounds from the back of your throat. And yours stared back into hers, both holding gazes full of love and trust, nobody else you’d rather look at.

—

It was morning and you stirred awake to the soft twittering of the birds perched in the tree outside your window and the sunlight swimming through the curtains. The duvet hugged your body, linen smelling of freshly cut daisies and Natasha’s rose body lotion. Today was going to be a good day, your belly swirled with excitement.

You turned your head to look at the warm body beside you only to find those perfect green eyes already intensely focused on you.

“Fuck, you’re so creepy.” You laughed, rolling over to face her, revelling in the soft touch of her thumb stroking over the skin of your waist.

“I’m just excited - you’ve been snoring for ages.” She huffed, rolling her eyes with a bright smile. It made them sparkle even more, the dazzling twinkling in the bright rays of the sun showing each fleck of detail.

“Have not.”

“Have too.”

“Have not.”

“Have t-”

“Can you two shut up - you need to get ready!” Wanda interrupted with a shout through the door. 

“You ready for this?” You smiled, brushing a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Mhm, the first day of the rest of our lives.”

She couldn’t help the tears that pooled in her eyes as she watched you approach where she stood waiting at the end of the aisle, your arm looped with Wanda’s as she stepped with you. 

It was those eyes, those precious eyes like tumbled sea glass, that made everything make sense. Those eyes that held nothing but love and sincerity, that made you feel safe. The warmth of her gaze never wavered, she couldn't help but stare the whole day, as you danced with your friends, as you danced with her, as you smiled and laughed at her quips until you couldn’t breathe.

It was the day to mark the beginning of the rest of your lives together, the most perfect and faultless day full of memories you’d cherish forever. And though neither of you ever had before, you were really starting to believe you’d finally get your happily ever after in the end.

—

Natasha looked off into the distance with a sigh and couldn’t stop thinking of you, everything she could see reminded her of you, her sacred love, and it hurt her heart more than she could’ve imagined.

Her fingers twiddled with the braid you’d put in her hair earlier that day, fingertips running over the soft bumps. It smelled like you, she used your shampoo last night - coconut and shea. She didn’t want to believe that this was it, the bitter twisting to the end of this happy ever after you were well on your way to. 

But what else should she expect, nothing ever did come easily to the two of you. 

It was ironic. she thought, that this would be her last slice of you and she was trying to savour each and every last crumb. She could imagine you loving this view, pulling her into frame to snap a photo of the sight, making her blush with a peck to her cheek. Everything surrounding her looked like you, felt like you and it only ached her soul.

Shaky hands swiped the rolling tear from her cheek before she made her way to Clint.

“I need you to show her.” She stuttered out, her voice cracking slightly from the tears burning her throat. “I need you to let her see, let her in to see me. Please.”

Natasha always did love purple, she just never thought the last time she’d see it would be in the sky. 

‘See you in a minute’ she’d said and yet Clint returned alone. You couldn’t describe the sinking, crushing feeling weighing on your chest at the sight, no matter how hard you tried. A piece of you had died, her soul was yours and yours was hers and it had just withered into a rotted mess. 

His face was contorted into solemnity as he approached your stunned form, just a silent tap to his temple as the tears began to drip from your eyes. You climbed inside his mind to see what he saw, what she wanted you to see - her beautiful green eyes, whites hued pink from her tears and the purple skies behind her. 

“Darling, I need you to know that I love you. I love you so so much, I have loved you with everything that I am and will never stop.” She started, pausing to take a breath and wipe her cheeks from tears. “I know we’ll see each other again when the time comes and I’ll be waiting for you. But for now, let me go. It’s okay, it’ll be okay - let me go and I’ll be here until we can begin our time again. Just let me go, my love, I’ll still be with you. I love you forever.”

You pulled away with streaming tears coating your cheeks, barely succeeding at muffling your sobs in the palm of your hand. You were lost and empty without her, you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t truly live. How could you without your soul? The best part of you was her and she was gone, how could you ever let her go?

—

And so here you were a few weeks later, limbs haphazardly splayed out as a cough spluttered blood over your lips with a metallic taste. It was reckless, you knew, you were much better a fighter than this. It was easily avoidable but you were barely alive, what’s one more push to the other side?

Your breathing grew laboured, wheezing lungs starving for oxygen and more blood pooled around you than there should be if there’s any chance to survive. The bright green leaves of the tree towering above you rustled in the breeze, your cracking lips curved into as much of a smile they could muster at the sight.

You never really thought red was your colour but it seemed fitting, this twisted end, just a tormenting reminder of the amount you’d spilled throughout your days. Your eyes grew heavier and heavier, chest barely rising and falling in breath. Your vision grew darker and darker and you were sure you heard Natasha’s voice, you smiled to yourself at the mere thought of her before your eyes were forced shut.

The next time they opened again they were met with green, those flawless emerald eyes gazing into yours, a soft smile gracing her lips. 

“Nat?” You uttered, stumbling at the force of the hug she yanked you into, wrapping your arms around each other as tightly as possible. 

“I love you, I love you, I love you.” She repeated beside your ear and though she wasn’t happy about what this meant, it felt right to have you back in her arms.

“I love you too.” You smiled, bringing her lips to yours in a teary kiss before taking another peak at those eyes you adored so much again. 

And when you looked into her eyes again, you were home. Purple and green always did look good together after all.

[sysirauta]

A few dragons that was an accidental project a few years back. The point was to make small, simpleish color + nature themed dragons technically wyverns I know. It got a bit out of hand but it's a good collection.

Watercolor paintings.

Infoblurbs and dragon names in order under the cut.

Acidic Leaf Dragon: As far as I know, it indeed glows in the dark. Despite of being rather small and looking slightly like some plant, it bites bites back nastily if disturbed and causes glowing and not easily healing wounds. It usually warns before biting anybody, but its furious warnings are not often taken seriously, mainly because it sounds much like a desert rain frog.

Autumn Leaf Dragon: Another minuscule majestic beast. It looks like it could be from autumnal maple tree. Only thing what it has with maples, is that it likes maple sap and gnaws holes to trees. Maple syrup harvesters think it is a pest.

Red Thorn Dragon: Small in size, furious by nature, this miniature beast is what you don't want to encounter from your rose garden. Its neck is covered in sharp thorns and it bites nastily when disturbed. Despite of everything, it is not toxic and eats many harmful insects out of its way.

Royal Anemone Dragon: Swift and agile flyer, the anemone dragon is specialized catching bigger preys like large crickets and even unfortunate tiny rodents and birds. Somewhere where this dragon is plentiful, locals call it with less honorable name "pansy-fancy" due to its pansy-colored appearance,

Sunfield Dragon: Miniature feathered wyvern which blends well withing sunflowers, can be spotted eating sunflower seeds. Generally docile but pecks if you try touch it all sudden.

Birch Dragon: Small beast which resides in leafy lush forests. It is an odd thing which headbutts and pierces birch trees with its single horn, then feeds the tree sap. When it can be careful with its horn amongst its own kind, it uses it as a weapon when it feels threatened.

Mistfall Dragon: This tiny dragon's feathery scales shine like water surface in the evenings and nights, when it is swooping around catching moths and moth-hunting bats, which didn't expect to be the lunch as well. Its horns are merely decorative, having longer and curlier horns show its good health to its own kind.

Cyan Petals Dragon: This petit dragon flutters on open flower fields, catching unfortunate butterflies. Its flight is erratic, similar to butterflies. It has reflective scales and in sunlight it shines in hues of turquoise and deeper blues.

Rhododendron Dragon: Another minimal dragon with the red thorn dragon which thrives amongst roses. This species claims a few rose bushes as its territory and protects them fiercely. Despite of its size, it will attack anybody who come too close its roses and is seemingly fearless.

Orchid Dragon: Not as hissy as some of other mini dragons, the orchid dragon mostly minds its own business but it appreciates personal space and gets defensive if approaching too close. It can't fly away very fast, so it just spreads its wings to make very (often a bit too adorable) threatening pose.

Nightglow Dragon: A small truly nocturnal dragon, which is often seen around same areas as Silver Swift. It can be a terror for small rodents and bats, but even it needs to keep an eye on bigger owls.

Willow Dragon: Partly fluffy tiny dragon, which nests amongst willows. When it feels threatened, it poofs up all its fur to look bigger. It can endure some cold but rather moves to warmer areas during winter.

Golden Beetle Dragon: When this small shiny dragon needs to hide, it can change its coat color to glossy brownish green to blend surroundings better. But when it flutters around with its full glory, its highly reflective coat cannot remain unnoticed.

Silver Swift Dragon: Small and agile in flight, this shiny dragon races with swallows and catches them for food. Its scales reflect light like silver.

Fool's Copper Dragon: Not actual mineral dragon like the big real dragons it imitates, its coat is merely keratinous and colored like copper. A little more brave that majority of miniature dragons, it can sometimes land close to a passerbying person just out of curiosity.

Brass Fire Dragon: Nothing to do with real fire, this hardy tiny dragon was named due to its living range on hot areas and its brass-colored almost armor like scaly coat which makes it resistant even against fire ants and scorpion stings. It attacks head-on towards its prey and mauls it to death effectively. Occasionally it eats cactus fruits and its attack technic is just the same even against plants.

Conifer Dragon: Tiny beast which lives in coniferous forests, looking for pinecones to eat or pecking out meaty worms from trees like a woodpecker. It has a good disguise against tree bark. Occasional it fights with squirrels and woodpeckers.

Rainbow Fly Dragon: This colourful miniature dragon gets probably all the attention wherever it flutters. Its bright coat is known to scare bigger predators, as anything with these colors surely is not edible.

[moths-wc-aus]

my personal prefix list

A

Acanthus, Aconite, Acorn, Adder, Agate, Albatross, Alder, Algae, Alligator, Allium, Aloe, Alpine, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amaryllis, Amber, Anemone, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Asp, Aspen, Asphodel, Aster, Atlas, Auburn, Avocet, Azalea, Azure

B

Badger, Barberry, Bark, Barley, Basil, Bass, Bat, Bay, Bayberry, Beach, Bean, Bear, Beaver, Bee, Beech, Beetle, Berry, Betony, Billow, Birch, Bird, Bittern, Black, Blackberry, Blackbird, Blaze, Blazing, Bliss, Blister, Blizzard, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blotch, Blotched, Blue, Bluebell, Blueberry, Bluebird, Boar, Bog, Bolt, Bone, Borage, Boulder, Bounce, Bowfin, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Brass, Brave, Bream, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Broken, Bronze, Brook, Broom, Brown, Brush, Bubble, Buck, Bug, Bull, Bullfrog, Bumble, Burdock, Burn, Burnet, Burning, Burnt, Burr, Bush, Buttercup, Butterfly, Buzz, Buzzard

C

Calm, Canary, Cardinal, Carp, Cave, Cavern, Cedar, Chaffinch, Char, Charred, Chasing, Cherry, Chervil, Chestnut, Chick, Chickadee, Chicken, Chipmunk, Chirp, Chive, Chrysalis, Cicada, Cinder, Cinnamon, Clay, Clear, Cliff, Cloud, Clouded, Cloudy, Clover, Coal, Cobalt, Cobweb, Cold, Comet, Comfrey, Condor, Conifer, Copper, Cormorant, Cornflower, Corvid, Cotton, Cougar, Cove, Cow, Coyote, Crab, Crane, Crawfish, Crayfish, Cream, Creek, Creeping, Cricket, Crimson, Crocodile, Crooked, Crouch, Crow, Cuckoo, Curlew, Cygnet, Cypress

D

Daffodil, Daisy, Dancing, Dandelion, Dapple, Dappled, Dark, Dawn, Day, Dazzle, Deer, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Dream, Drift, Drifting, Drizzle, Duck, Dune, Dusk, Dust, Dusty

E

Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Eddy, Eel, Egg, Egret, Eider, Elder, Elk, Elm, Ember, Ermine, Evening, Eventide, Ewe

F

Faith, Falcon, Fallen, Falling, Fallow, Fawn, Feather, Fen, Fennel,  Fern, Ferret, Fidget, Field, Fin, Finch, Fire, Firefly, Fish, Flake, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flax, Flea, Fleet, Flicker, Flight, Flint, Flood, Flounder, Flower, Flurry, Flutter, Fly, Flying, Foam, Fog, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Freckle, Freckled, Freezing, Fritillary, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Fruit

G

Gale, Gardenia, Garlic, Garter, Gator, Gentle, Ginger, Glade, Gleaming, Glimmer, Glowing, Gloom, Goat, Golden, Goldfish, Goose, Gopher, Gorge, Gorse, Gosling, Grass, Gravel, Green, Grey, Grouse, Grove, Gull, Guppy, Gust

H

Hackberry, Haddock, Hail, Half, Hare, Harrier, Haven, Hawk, Hawthorn, Hay, Haze, Hazel, Heath, Heather, Heavy, Hedge, Hemlock, Hen, Heron, Herring, Hickory, Hidden, Hill, Hive, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hop, Hope, Horizon, Hornet, Hound, Hush, Hyacinth, Hyssop

I

Ibis, Ice, Icy, Indigo, Iris, Ivory, Ivy

J

Jackdaw, Jagged, Jaguar, Jasmine, Jay, Jump, Jumping, Juniper

K

Kelp, Kestrel, Kindle, Kink, Kite, Knotweed, Koi

L

Lake, Lamb, Larch, Lark, Larkspur, Laurel, Lavender, Leaf, Leaping, Leech, Leek, Lemming, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lily, Lion, Linden, Little, Lizard, Lobelia, Locust, Long, Loon, Lost, Lotus, Loud, Lupine, Lynx

M

Mackerel, Magnolia, Magpie,  Mallard, Mallow, Mantis, Maple, Marble, Marbled, Marigold, Marmot, Marrow, Marsh, Marten, Mayflower, Meadow, Mellow, Merlin, Midge, Milkweed, Mink, Minnow, Mint, Mire, Mist, Mistle, Misty, Mole, Monarch, Moon, Moor, Moorhen, Moose, Morning, Mosquito, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mottled, Mountain, Mouse, Mud, Muddy, Mulberry, Mumble, Murky, Mushroom, Myrtle

N

Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nut, Nuthatch

O

Oak, Oat, Ocean, Oleander, Olive, Orchid, Oriole, Osprey, Otter, Owl, Oyster

P

Pale, Pansy, Panther, Parsley, Parsnip, Partridge, Passerine, Patch, Pea, Peach, Pear, Pearl, Pebble, Peeper, Pelican, Peony, Pepper, Perch, Peregrine, Periwinkle, Petal, Petrel, Petunia, Pheasant, Pickerel, Pigeon, Pike, Pine, Pink, Pipit, Pitch, Plover, Plum, Poison, Pollen, Pond, Pool, Poplar, Poppy, Possom, Posy, Pounce, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle, Puffin, Pumpkin, Purple

Q

Quail, Quick, Quiet

R

Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Ragweed, Rain, Raining, Ram, Raspberry, Rat, Raven, Red, Reed, Ribbon, Ridge, Ripple, Rising, River, Robin, Rock, Rocky, Rook, Rooster, Root, Rose, Rosemary, Rowan, Rubble, Rue, Rumble, Running, Rush, Rushing, Russet, Rust, Rusty, Rye

S

Sable, Sage, Salamander, Salmon, Salvia, Sand, Sandwort, Sandy, Sap, Scarlet, Scorch, Scorched, Scorching, Scratch, Screech, Sea, Seal, Sedge, Seed, Senna, Serval, Shade, Shadow, Shale, Sharp, Shatter, Sheep, Shell, Shimmer, Shining, Shiver, Shore, Shrew, Shrike, Shrub, Shy, Silent, Silk, Silver, Singe, Singing, Skip, Skunk, Sky, Slate, Sleek, Sleeping, Sleepy, Sleet, Slight, Slip, Sloe, Slug, Sly, Small, Smoke, Smudge, Snag, Snail, Snake, Snap, Sneeze, Snow, Snowy, Soaring, Soft, Song, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Speckled, Spider, Splash, Splinter, Splotch, Spot, Spotted, Spring, Spruce, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stem, Stoat, Stone, Stork, Storm, Stormy, Strawberry, Stream, Strike, Striped, Sugar, Sun, Sunflower, Sunny, Swallow, Swamp, Swan, Sweet, Swift, Swirl, Sycamore

T

Tabby, Tall,  Talon, Tanager, Tangle, Tansy, Tawny, Teasel, Tempest, Tern, Thicket, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tide, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Topple, Torrent, Tortoise, Tree, Trout, Tulip, Tumble, Turkey, Turtle, Twig, Twilight, Twist, Twisted, Twitch

U

Umber, Ursinia

V

Valley, Velvet, Venom, Vervain, Vetch, Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole, Vulture

W

Walnut, Wandering, Warble, Warbler, Wasp, Weasel, Web, Weed, Wet, Whirl, Whisker, Whisper, Whispering, Whistle, White, Whorl, Wild, Willow, Wind, Windy, Wish, Wisp, Wolf, Wood, Wool, Wooly, Worm, Wren

Y

Yarrow, Yellow, Yew

[ringneckedpheasant]

1. No face claims for either, but:

2. Kiernan’s look has always been primarily inspired by trad goth aesthetics. Ehsaan is a mix of like, 90s mom clothes and traditional Moroccan dress. This is also like, the most basic color coding imaginable but I tend to paint Kiernan in cool tones—lots of blues and purples—because he’s standoffish and sometimes mean, and Ehsaan with warm tones—specifically a lot of yellow—because he’s kind and, well, warm.

3. well. first off they kind of sound the same in my head because I used the british accent for both, but. Ehsaan is the more soft-spoken of the two of them. Kiernan is both more prone to raising his voice and just naturally tends to be louder. Both of them have a lot of conscious control over their voices that I don’t think cis people tend to have? and Kiernan stammers a lot. Kiernan also has a slightly more distinct Kirkwall accent than Ehsaan—both of them spent the majority of their lives in the Free Marches, but Ehsaan learned Trade in/near Tevinter.

4. Ehsaan's main fidget is playing with his hair. Kiernan is constantly fiddling with and tugging at his earrings. Ehsaan has a tendency to slouch or make himself look small. As I've said before, Ehsaan is limp wristed because he's gay and coincidentally autistic, and Kiernan is limp wristed because he's autistic and coincidentally gay.

5. skipping this one bc i'm lazy

6. Kiernan is like, not quite muscular enough to be "wiry" but he's close. He's also kind of built like a board—flat ass, very little in the titty department. iirc he's the same height as me, 5'4". Ehsaan is. I would say comparatively lean for a qunari, and also on the short side (6'9"), but he's still big, with broad shoulders. Would be the classic dorito type but he has a bit of pudge and also. thick thick thighs.

7. Both Kiernan and Ehsaan have multiple facial scars. Ehsaan's most visible scars are from being a saarebas. Kiernan has more battle scars than Ehsaan because of his propensity for close combat, and he also has a lot of self harm scars on his thighs. In canon, the only tattooing is Kiernan's vallaslin, but modern au Kiernan also has a back tattoo of a butterfly, and Ehsaan has a pansy on his right forearm. Kiernan's is just linework like the pic, Ehsaan's is basically that but in color and mostly dark purple and yellow.

Canon Kiernan only has one piercing in each ear, but modern au Kiernan has. I think 4? plus cartilage? and his ears are stretched to like 7/16". Ehsaan also has his ears gauged but he just wears weights so idk what size his are. Does it still count as a jacob's ladder if you only have two piercings—

8. this is basically the same question as 6

9. Ehsaan is... kind of graceful? He's really acutely aware of his size and the amount of space he takes up and always has been, so while he moves in a really careful way, but it's so practiced that it doesn't really read as being careful. He's also a dancer, which helps.

10. I'm still trying to figure out how Ehsaan's fashion preferences would translate to battle gear so I don't have any good art of him in armor but this is Kiernan's canon armor (left is more winter-y gear, right is for warmer weather). Ehsaan prefers loose, light fabrics, and Kiernan likes to be covered from the neck down.

I might do this for some other characters but for these two all the questions were pretty much "stuff I already have in my head" as opposed to "stuff I have to figure out". anyway i'm making this a tag game so @blarrghe @merrybandofmurderers @bmmbooshoot @mrs-theirin