#just soft pretty flowers

[xoxoemynn]

very distracted thinking about Stede braiding flowers through Ed's hair

[tiaresky]

[thefablab]

[molteasee]

Silmarillion Noldor Kings summed up pretty accurately 😂

Fëanor

Maehdros

Fingon (imo the last of the great kings)

Fingolfin

Maglor

Finwë

Turgon

Gil-Galad

Elrond

[lovefromaphroditee]

angel core room .˚ * ꒰ঌ✦໒꒱ * .

[jackiechan29]

Apple needs to make this into an emoji 🌸!

[softlikeakitten]

[binah-beloved]

demon Binah helping the witch that saved her gather supplies around the woods.

you gently insist that she come with you, after spending so long cooped up in your little cottage. even demons need fresh air. she's reluctant to leave the safety you've provided, the corner she's taken to resting in even with the nightmares and pain, but eventually relents. it's a bit of a strange sight, you with your hat and basket and her with her bandaged wings and imposing horns. if she was at her full strength, the ground would rot where she stood. for now it stays fresh and green, perhaps a little bedraggled as she follows you through the trees.

there's not actually a particularly desperate need for her to help you, and you hurry to explain that you won't force her and that she can look around as long as nothing bad happens. you simply thought it'd be good for her to get outside for a couple of hours. Binah merely stares at you, ever apathetic, silently remaining by you and watching each movement. occasionally her talons will gently graze your wrist, an unspoken request for you to tell you about whatever you're currently holding. she listens, too, drinking in the words you speak. Binah likes poisons most of all. just like you. eventually she does wander off and out of sight, only returning when the sun is about to set.

there's a golden wildflower clutched in her claws, slightly wilted from her presence. she hesitates, just barely, before extending a hand and delicately tucking the blossom behind your ear, as she's seen countless humans do to the ones they feel soft for.

[razpberrypie]

[stardustvanfleet]

tonight’s jakedown is brought to you by this particular suit 🥰🫶🏻😭❤️😵‍💫🫣 i’m blushing !!!! oops !!! goodnight gresties i love you <3

[rayofsunshinexoxo]

“She is art. What do you expect from her other than class, beauty, and soul?”

[youjustdontunderstandmymusic]

[tiaresky]

[softluvrgrls]

twitter : @/softluvrgrl

[aasperitas]

Introducing to tumblr: Reaper & Witch au!!! quick description: Shuichi is a tea loving witch who goes around in a caravan across the land selling teas, cakes, magical plants, cool rocks and weird artefacts. Sometimes he likes coffee too though, depends on the day. He has a mysterious tragic backstory that will go unexplained for now, but he also has a weird reaper guy who follows him around to fill the silence. He too, will go unexplained. But they’re neat so I hope you appreciate some art of them. 

[invinciblerodent]

hang on, this was a very out of pocket thought I had in like, tags on a thing, but fuck, it's actually very sweet to think about the PC early on in their relationship picking and pressing flowers for Karlach

like as a "I saw this and thought of you, but I couldn't give it to you then, so I saved it for when you can enjoy it too"? adorable.

I'm kind of really into this idea of Mara keeping a journal in her attempts to recover her memories, and also pressing flowers between the pages. I'd have to work out the specifics of how their relationship is going to work out once I get there in act 3 (I tried not to spoil myself, but something tells me a romanced Karlach is gonna be pretty upset about Gortash greeting her lover so warmly so maybe an apology gift will be needed), but the idea of the two of them going through a book-bouquet together, almost as kind of a "the person he knew is not who I am anymore, this is who I am, this is the me who loves you" thing is really sweet

like.

"this one is from near where we first met- look, this leaf is even singed where your heat had touched it, like it touched me."

"this one is from just outside camp, and I picked it the night I told you I liked you, because I was just so happy."

"this is from near Rosymorn, when I looked at you just enjoying the breeze, and thought that you looked particularly beautiful."

"this is the prettiest flower I could find near Reithwin, and it may be a pathetic, wretched little thing, but it still grew stubbornly where it wasn't supposed to, and it reminded me of how your love took root in my heart."

"this one is my favorite color, and I wasn't sure why I thought that until I realized it's the same color as your eyes."

and so on and so on.

i'm about to chew gravel istg