#mod butterfly 🦋

[fantrials-fuckshit]

very curious, are fantrials still common? haven’t been active in the community for a long time now but honestly it was core character development for me so i kinda miss it

There’s certainly some out there, but these days it’s a lot harder to find them. Typically If I want to find some trials, I just look through the tags here. Of course there is some on amino still… but I personally don’t trust those as much as the ones I find on here.

I actually have one in the making, and is a part of another one that’s kind of just been on perpetual wip. So you know, those are things haha - mod 🦋

[simpliciaty-cc]

LILY TOP

🦋 Cropped halter top with sleeves and butterfly detail! 🦋

70 swatches and/or unlimited colors with “The Spectrum Collection” (Click for more info);

Top Category;

HQ mod compatible;

Custom Shadow Map;

All LOD’s;

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New CC two times a week on my Patreon page!

If you use please tag #simpliciaty in your pictures!

Thank you! ♥

[nefarrilou]

Cryptid: Ethereal Guardian 🦋 Hidden World: Sylvan Glade

Have your own Ethereal Guardian with @sp-creates mod!

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[starflungwaddledee]

💫, 🦋, or 🍒 for the ask game maybe?

[ >>> kirby oc ask meme <<< ]

💫 (Shooting Star) - If they were to wish on a clockwork star, like Galactic Nova or Star Dream, what would they wish for?

she would wish to be a normal waddle dee and to live a peaceful life with her friends on popstar, and the galactic nova would whir like a computer playing modded minecraft on a hot summers day before shooting off a bunch of error messages and going back to sleep

🍒 (Cherry) - Out of all of the Dream Friends [Kirby included], which ones would they get along with the most? The least?

obviously bandana waddle dee, as he's her best friend! putting aside the dream land four in particular, probably magolor as she sees him next most regularly, or of course coo. as for least, i think probably dark meta knight. even scarier version of the guy who already doesn't seem to trust her. or susie, who she would not be bothered by at first glance, but who i think might try to dissect her alive

🦋 (Butterfly) - Does your OC ‘fear the reaper’, so to speak? If they fused with Morpho Knight, what sort of form would they take on?

she has a fairly typical fear of being hurt, maimed, or dying, despite evidence to the contrary that none of these pose much of a risk to her. as for a morpho fusion... i think that could be really cool, and i'd love to tackle it properly, so i might come back to that later! for now, here's this!

[marauders-sapphics]

Let's Talk About Tropes, Baby! (Prompts): Marauders Sapphic Spring Fling Fest

𝑨𝒓𝒆 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒍𝒐𝒘𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒆𝒓𝒏𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏? 𝑮𝒐𝒐𝒅 𝒏𝒆𝒘𝒔! 𝑾𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒉𝒆𝒍𝒑 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒆 𝒘𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒓 𝒃𝒍𝒖𝒆𝒔!

Spring into action, go to our ao3 collection to claim and read the rules! Submissions are open until April 17 :)

𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄: There is no minimum word limit! If you want to submit something super short, you are more than welcome to do so. We welcome all fic lengths!

Prompts typed up under the cut.

Mods: @multiimoments @siriusly-sapphic @emjayeingray @cauldroncakesandwine

𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒: 👩🏽‍🌾 Planting a garden ⛈️ April showers bring may flowers 👢 Muddy rain boots on clean floors 🌸 Cherry Blossom Festival 🦋 Caterpillars and butterflies 🐝 Bumble bees

[invisi-idol]

butterfly themed npt ! 🦋

requested by : @mod-ais-icons

♬ ⋆⁺₊ names :

vivian , vivianna , vada / veda , vera , sara / sarah , sierra , sienna , savannah , gloom , georgia , gaia , kaya , isla , ira , iris , jessie , kelsey , kylee , lindsey / lindsay , lyra , lyric , legacy , leslie , lina , lila , lilac , liliana , lilliale , lilith , misty , moriana , miriam , melody , marley , macy , marcy , darcy , dina , daina / dayna , delia , dahlia , penelope , polly , petunia , alice , angel , angelina

♬ ⋆⁺₊ pronouns :

shy / hyr , hy / hymn , ae / aer , vae / vaer , dae / daer , ey / em , fey / fem

soar / soars , shy / shys , shine / shines , sun / suns , flutter / flutters , flower / flowers , flow / flows , flap / flaps , wing / wings , wonder / wonders , wish / wishes , bud / buds , bloom / blooms , bright / brights , glow / glows

; / ;s , & / &s , ~ / ~s , + / +s

🦋 / 🦋s , 🌼 / 🌼s , 🏵️ / 🏵️s , 🌹 / 🌹s , 🌷 / 🌷s , 🌸 / 🌸s , 🪻 / 🪻s , 🌻 / 🌻s

♬ ⋆⁺₊ titles :

the winged one , the wonderous butterfly , ( prn ) who glows / shines beneath the moon , ( prn ) who shines beneath the sun , the collector , ( prn / noun ) with light in ( prns ) soul / heart

[onceupona-crossover]

A romantic moodboard of Alice Liddell (American McGee's Alice Madness Returns) x Pinocchio (Lies of P). With the theme of blue butterflies, dark fairy tales and blades, please.

I did this one because I know you love this ship and you introduced it to me, so this ship has a very special place within my heart~♡

– Mod Belle (⁠*⁠＾⁠3⁠＾⁠)⁠/⁠～🦋

[sumeru-academy]

Winter sun.

synopsis: lamenting over lost love.

character(s): la signora.

warning(s): spoilers for a winter night’s lazzo teaser, and the events of inazuma / 2.1 archon quest.

note(s): female reader, no use of y/n.

yeah, i miss her a little bit. a hint of harbinger cameos because i love them all very dearly. mod alice uses lyrics from froot to title her fics on this blog, part two. i haven’t written signora in awhile & this is a mess, so bare with me!

⎯⎯mod alice 🦋

There is a superstitious belief… 

That soon after a loved one dies, a butterfly carrying their soul will visit you, fluttering close amidst the wind as to prove they are still watching over you. 

Bullshit. 

The moment you heard Pantalone spew such an allegory, you scoffed. Nonsense, the weather here was not warm like the oceanside of Liyue Harbor he commonly roamed. Nor was it sunny like the plains of Mondstadt, or even humid like the shades of Inazuma and Sumeru. 

Snezhnaya was always a bitter cold. It bit at any bare skin like a bloodsucking insect, far too windy and snowy for a person to relish in. 

And, far too icy for any butterflies to roam. 

“The loved are unable to die…” “Oh, Arlecchino,” Columbina lightly pouted. Her upper body was strung over the cold coffin, clutching it in a way that was obvious she held attachment to it. “The saying goes, ‘Unable are the loved to die’…”

“...For love is immortality,” you finished. 

“Ahh,” Columbina mused. “So you know the quote, little dove.” 

The foyer was dim as always during this ungodly hour, only the moonlight casting down on your figures and the rows of ice-like marble floors. The fur white coats of your fellow two Harbingers only drowned them in this light, not to mention the sorrow of her upcoming funeral. 

“‘Course I do,” you shrugged, your own coat slightly falling off your left shoulder. Normally, she would be the one to fix such a trivial mishap, yet the fur rested on your arm as if waiting for her aid. But from now on, there will be no one to bring you such warmth or care. You should start breaking your lazy habit, you suppose. 

You explained, “Rosalyne always quoted little romance lines.”

Arlecchino laughed at your remark, though it was short, almost as if pained via remembrance. “She was quite the romance enthusiast, wasn’t she?” she reminisced. “No matter how much she tried putting on that cold exterior.” 

“She was…” Columbina smiled. And immediately, her lips were sealed, and she went back to humming a little tune you knew all too well. A tune Rosalyne used to always hum so nonchalantly, as she cuddled you, as she made dinner, as she signed papers, as she leaned in to kiss you… 

“And how are you holding up?” Arlecchino voiced, eyes slanted expectantly towards you. 

“Me?”

“Who else, but her lover?” 

You paused, eyes automatically glancing to the coffin placed high on the step, where Columbina lay draped over the top as if she was resting on Rosalyne’s loving lap. To them, it was the loss of a comrade and dear friend. To you, it was the closing of an entire chapter, and starting completely anew. 

Oh, how it pained you to think not even her body could rest in that coffin—how only some of her possessions were placed inside as a form of remembrance. The biting feeling that you will never see her again was akin to the harsh nip of Snezhnaya’s cold snow, and even Her Majesty’s grieving ice. 

“Can ya’ hear me?”

“Hm?” you perked up. “Oh, sorry.” 

It was difficult not getting lost in these damned thoughts nowadays. Such annoying ponderings in your brain, now that she’s gone. You hoped they wouldn’t last too long. There was still so much work to do as a fatuus. 

“Yeah, I’ll be okay.” 

Snezhnaya, Eight Months Prior

“Are roses your favorite flower?”

“…They are,” she smiled; and then she turned to you, a thorny stem held gently in her hands. “They remind me of you.” 

But they match your name, not mine, you thought at the time. 

“However,” she began, “I just wish the weather here was more suitable for butterflies to flutter in. The constant snow makes it near impossible for any to visit. It’s so dark here…” 

“Did they have a lot in your hometown?”

“Mondstadt always had a lot,” she answered; And it was times like these where you remembered that she was from simple, gentle Mondstadt. Not the cold, hard Snezhnaya. “Y’know, I remember there was this flower field…” she forcibly trailed off. Perhaps she realized she was acting too soft. “I’ll… I’ll just take you there one time.” 

You laughed to yourself for a moment, finding her own self-restrictions rather silly. “You can take me anywhere you’d like, Rosalyne.” 

She seemed to pause at the name. And she always did so—no matter how many times you used it, she always seemed to expect you to say Signora rather than… simple, gentle Rosalyne. 

Perhaps, however, the sound of her name on your tongue was enough to make her feel like her old self again. Because she smiled; her shoulders dropped from their usual diplomatic tense, her brows unfurled to relax, and her lips curled into the most tender of smiles you’d ever seen on her. 

“Then, one day,” she settled with you, looking down at the rose in her hands. “We’ll vacation in Mondstadt, and I’ll show you all my favorite flower fields, with prettier roses, and butterflies…” And then she turned to you, finally, with the brightest smile that could rival the winter sun. She was…

She was Rosalyne. 

“It’s a date,” she quietly promised. 

You should’ve known it wouldn’t last. 

Snezhnaya, Present Day

“Ah, there you are.” 

“…Pulcinella?” 

“What are you doing out here, sitting in the cold all alone? I practically searched the whole palace for you.”

Sitting upon the bitter snow, you stared out into the frozen field, refusing to look at your visitor. Your own legs pressed against your chest were the only providers of warmth amidst this garden of dead roses—all wilted, and uncared for. 

They awaited her return for so long… Just like you. 

Suddenly, a heavy weight was placed down on your shoulders. The tickling of black fur against your cold cheeks and the feeling of luxury fleece on your skin was enough indication that this was your official Harbinger coat. 

The sounds of footsteps trudging away from you indicated that Pulcinella had walked off, leaving you alone once again. It seems he only wanted to make sure you were alright, though you could care less about his goals. You were fine freezing out here—out in Snezhnaya’s empty frost. This coat only prolonged your stay, but you had to admit that the warmth gave much relief to your freezing body. 

But the coat was a little bigger than you remembered. It draped over your shoulders rather dramatically, and…

Her lingering scent immediately filled your lungs. 

This was her Harbinger coat. 

How dare he bring it to you at a time like this. And yet you found yourself clutching it tighter, enclosing your body in what little warmth it provided you in this cutting cold. Her scent brought you a sense that was more delirious than relieving, making your mind frantic to seek more of what was already gone. 

Her. The gentle warmth and soft touch of the coat made it feel like she was holding you again—like her arms were around you, shielding you from this cold with her body heat. It felt so loving, a feeling you knew you would never get to experience again, and yet you desired it so dangerously much. 

Damnit. It was working. You were getting over it, for Archons’ sake. You made yourself believe you were moving on; And now here you were, crying in her old coat all because it still carried her presence. 

I hate that I miss you… 

Snezhnaya, One Month Prior

"The breeze from afar tugs at my heart…”

A small smile subconsciously rested upon your lips, for the soft sound of her singing never failed to remove the tension in your shoulders. 

Tension… You were always tense these days. It was rather unnerving, like the anxious feeling of dread that something bad was going to happen—like a heavy storm coming your way. You weren’t sure what was causing such an apprehension. 

But how can something so monstrous happen, when present life was so peaceful? 

"It sings of my longing for you…” 

Her voice carried through the light winter winter air. You weren’t sure if she intended you to hear it, but you were her only audience nevertheless, and she was comfortable with that. 

Well, you weren’t her only audience, per se; the flowers you were tending were such great listeners, too. They stood heavy and healthily against your fingers, as if they, too, were smiling at her lovely voice. 

“Are they doing well?”

You turned towards her once she spoke the question, that look of relief in her face bringing you joy. She’s been so tired lately… You supposed the back-to-back travel and gnoses-collecting was taking a toll on her. 

“Of course they are,” you told her, turning back to gesture at the flowers next to you. “They’re winter roses, after all. They’ll survive quite nicely here.” 

“Oh, thank goodness,” she sighed, and you couldn’t help but notice how much softer she looked. 

With that usual funerary mask off her face, she looked remarkably gentler. In place of those harsh, jutted curves and spikes of her mask, there lay empty space. Her side bangs hung freely off the right side of her face, where the soft glow of this winter sun illuminated her features like an angel. 

She continued, “I just wish I could grow old garden roses again…” And yet when she approached you and kneeled, she still held the winter rose so fondly. “It’s such a shame I didn’t get to bring you along to Mondstadt. I wanted to show you so many things…” 

“Roses”—she looked towards you as she spoke, both of you kneeling in the snow—“they remind me of you.” 

“Me?” 

“Of course.” She then muttered about how falling in love with you was like picking a rose, or something along those lines. Maybe you were too flustered to pick up her romantic analogy.

You scoffed, “So what does that make you instead, then, Miss Rose-alyne?” 

“Stop!” she embarrassingly looked away. “My name does not imply—!” 

“Perhaps… A butterfly?” you offered. 

She became silent, a sort-of lovestruck twinkle suddenly gleaming in her eyes. 

“Yes,” she quietly proclaimed. “Yes, that’s exactly what I am. Specifically, the butterfly to your rose.” She leaned forward in what seemed to be excitement, her gloved hands planting down on the snow right in front of her knees. 

“Archons,” you almost (lovingly) laughed at her, “you’re such a romantic!” 

“Don’t patronize me!” she exclaimed. “I haven’t fallen in love in centuries…” 

Feeling a slight twinge of insecurity from her, you reached forward to grab both her hands. Right now, she was vulnerable, she was trying. La Signora would never show anyone this side of “weakness,” but Rosalyne put her trust in you. Falling in love again after 500 years of putting on a facade… You couldn’t imagine what she must be feeling. 

“Then, I’m honored it was with me,” you told her, leaning forward to place your lips upon hers. It was an innocent kiss, as pure as the perfect winter roses planted in the snow next to you. Despite the cold, she melted in such kisses, relishing in the feel of you as if she may never do so again. 

She always seemed to indulge in her selfishness—though who could blame her, when she’s already experienced the loss of a lover once before? In spite of her cold, Harbinger exterior, she was rather fragile in your hands. Marked with the dainty wings of a gentle butterfly, she landed on the petals of your love, like it was her safe haven. 

And when you finally leaned back, she said, “Of course it was with you. It’s always with you.”

To end the conversation (or perhaps it was due to sheer embarrassment), she quickly sealed another quick kiss upon your lips before turning away, releasing herself from your hold on her face. Then she went back to checking on the flowers, guiding you to do the same. 

It wasn’t the sunny plains of Mondstadt, or the warm oceanside of Liyue Harbor; but for now, you didn’t mind. Being with Rosalyne made Snezhaya’s winter feel like Mondstadt’s never ending springtime.

If only you could actually go there together. 

Her mission in Mondstadt ran on such a tight schedule, and you never got to see her again until she returned from the land of contracts. But… She didn’t want you to experience the simplicity of her hometown just yet; at least, not without her. She would’ve taken you along during her mission to collect the gnosis, truly, had it been allowed. 

“Oh no…”

Your attention perked up the moment her voice rang once again in your ears, resounding through the light air with a heavy mix of shock and a certain sadness you couldn’t quite discern. 

“Look…”

And when she turned to you, you saw it: 

At the center of her two hands pressed together laid a butterfly, dead. 

The positioning of her hands made it clear she had scooped it up off the snow, right next to the bed of flowers. She held it so gently—whether it was to respect its death or to not damage it any further, you weren’t sure. But she was frozen still; with her patch covering the eye that faced you, it was difficult to tell her facial expression. 

“It must’ve flown here from Mondstadt…” she muttered, and all you could manage to do was listen. “And then died from the cold…”

A premonition, perhaps. 

“Maybe it was carrying the soul of…” She trailed off, seeming to disregard the idea. “Never mind.” 

You couldn’t even begin to fathom what she was feeling. To live in two different worlds, to revisit your past, to be reminded of every single happiness that was decimated—her delicate wings were carrying the weight of the world. 

She stayed silent as she held the poor little creature in her hands, seeming to almost grieve over it. Everything turns cold after it perishes; from butterflies, to her beloved flower fields, to Rostam, to her memories, to the entirety of her past life…

Except for her. After centuries, after countless losses, she’s still alive—the sole survivor. 

And you are here to share her burden. 

“Rosalyne…” 

She stayed silent for a few more moments, holding no indication of any reaction to your call. But then she lowered her hands, placing the butterfly down on the snow, before finally turning to face you. 

You almost winced—you had never seen an eye carry both determined passion and lonely emptiness at the same time. 

“I’ll take you there,” she firmly swore. 

You promised me…

“When I return from the land of eternity, I’ll take you to Mondstadt.” 

…that you will come back for me.

“And I will show you all the roses and butterflies that remind me of our love.”

Snezhnaya, Present Day

Liar…

Snezhnayan nights were arguably worse than the daytime. 

Though, perhaps it was because the nation was in a state of grieving, the weather hasn’t been too kind on anyone lately. 

The pitch black sky did not harmonize well with the harsh snow still whirling down to your face. There were no shining stars tonight to honor the fall of The Fair Lady. 

Snezhnaya does not believe in tears, even for the fallen. 

And so you sat outside in the cold darkness of the night, hoping this icy storm would freeze the droplets spilling from your eyes. But all the cold did was make it sting even more—the tears flowing down your face caused a plethora of irritation around your eyes and cheeks, salt and frostbite seeping into your skin. 

Even this summer night snow did not fortune the mourning, in spite of all contributions to Her Majesty. It made you feel empty, almost ridiculed. 

In spite of everything, was this really her end? From a simple life to endless suffering—a life where she hadn’t grasped a single chance to live such simplicity again. The Gods fortuned her with a gift of love, security, and intelligence—but then they stripped it all away before she could even get the chance to fully live. 

And yet, despite all her misfortune, she had so much love to give to you. 

With her, these winters felt warm; and with you, her new life was simple one again. With you, she was Rosalyne. Not La Signora, not The Fair Lady, not the Eighth Harbinger—just simple, gentle Rosalyne. 

And now… Were Snezhnayan nights always this harsh? 

Her scent from her coat around your shoulders was fading, just like its warmth. Even now, you still didn’t get a chance to say goodbye. 

How cruel the Gods were; at a time when she was hopeful—so hopeful to relish in her past again just to show you the joys of simplicity. In which she promised you not only for your sake, but for her own, as well. To experience the innocence she lived back in Mondstadt was something she wanted you to do. 

Fate did not even allot you time together to do so. 

In the end, she was killed before she could take you there. You supposed there were some who were elated by such news. 

To be a Fatuus is to be shunned by commoners and noblemen alike, and no one mourns the conjectured wicked. 

And above it all, you couldn’t help but be mad. 

You felt cheated. Being Harbingers already shackled the both of you to the pits of Hell, and yet, you found love with each other. She relished in her past and also showed you what it meant to live, even after all you’ve ever known was being a Fatuus. 

To love her, to hear her sing, to hold her tightly, to plant these damned roses—you were given a taste of this beautiful simplicity, only to be stripped of it so suddenly without warning. 

Just like how she was stripped of her old life centuries ago. 

The winter rose garden you planted together was all ruined, wilted. Their petals were torn apart by tonight’s harsh winds, as if the cold intended to destroy every last reminder of her in its wake. 

It destroyed you, too. Her coat was doing nothing to aid you as you sat outside in the garden. 

You were like a ragged doll sitting out in the open, left to be ripped apart by the cold. It was like she left you there after her death, as if suddenly, you lost all other purpose after meeting her. 

Because truly, what were you supposed to do now? How could you go about accomplishing Her Majesty’s dream, when the one who was most loyal to it is no longer there? And how could you possibly live on this dull, sacrificial life as a Harbinger, when Rosalyne showed you the meaning and beauty of life? 

And now it was so cold, and you were left for dead, just like her. 

Cold…

A blossom of warmth suddenly kissed your freezing forehead. 

You looked up instantly—because that tenderness felt all too familiar. 

It was practically uncanny how the cold left your entire body from that one feeling alone; how she was dead, and yet you were teased by such a kiss. 

“Rosalyne…?” 

Before you flew a little butterfly, its wings struggling to flap against the violent winds. But if that wasn’t enough to shock you, then it was the fiery glow it possessed. 

Out here in the cold, in the dead of night out in the open of Snezhnaya, it shone like the bright summer sun of Mondstadt. It illuminated this dark garden like Liyue’s lanterns, and held the heat of Inazuma’s festivals. 

But most of all, it carried the warmth of her, and you felt the entirety of your senses fill with a touch of familiarity you had longed for. She was so unmistakable, that your body shivered from this boundless disbelief—disbelief that she’s right here, visiting your sorry state. This lonely butterfly carried her soul, just like all those childish superstitions promised. 

And she was beautiful. 

You lifted a shaky, frail hand; And once she landed gently atop your finger, you felt warmth seep through your frost-bitten fingers until you were alright again. 

Alright… Maybe… Everything will be alright again. 

She fluttered her wings almost excitedly, as if saying “I’m here.” 

“I’m still here, watching over you, my love.” 

The winter sun will still melt even summer snow, and spring will come again.

[theweeping-w1tch]

I wish not to be your enemy, but do keep your distance from me please.. You would not want touching these butterflies..

A witch who wonders around, following no Path and Aeon, all on her own, with death as her shadow.

some facts about Rin:

due to the fact that she's a witch, she can change appearance which includes gender, so it will depend sometimes. does go by she/her, he/him, and they/them

physically takes the form of a young woman/man around her/his early thirties

is actually more than centuries and millenniums old (she doesn't recall or remember her age)

a big fond of children, and likes their innocence. it would be a rare case for her to like an adult

she isn't hostile despite her intimating looks

more details

about Rin's butterflies

TITLES:

Great Witch of Death

Weeping Witch

Death/Death itself

Notice from the Mod:

mod is also the one behind @riddler-elinoir & @p0cket-watxh , so the formatting may look the same

this is a hsr oc blog

the pfp isn't mine, found on Pinterest and credits to owner

not associated with Hoyoverse

slight nsfw like blood is allowed, but full on nsfw is not allowed.

shipping is allowed, but that would depend on my preferences and if the shipping isn't illegal (ex: minor × adult aka proshipping)

its okay to ask questions about rin, im okay in entertaining questions

fellow hsr ocs may interact, as well as other hsr rp blogs

slight nsfw like blood is allowed, but full on nsfw is not allowed.

pls be respectful

i will reply to asks if i have time, since i'm still attend school

NAVIGATION TAGS:

# 🦋witch rin - details about rin

# 🦋🍵its tea time! - mentions of other witches

# 💠answers from death - answering anons

# ✳️maintenance present! - not rp/ooc

# 🗿🦋the mundanite and the witch - interactions with dr ratio

# 🍉🦋fruitful encounter - interactions with stephan lloyd

# 🦋🕛 the night is young - interactions with other rp blogs

# 🦚🦋attractions from death - interactions with aventurine

# 🥀🦋death seeker - interactions with blade

[evilquinzel]

6 butterfly tattoos in 3 colors 🦋 - Tattoo category; - Female and male; - Teen + ; - All species; - 3 colors, 6 versions; - HQ compatible.

- Custom thumbnail. - Images were taken with HQ mod.

*LINK*

If you search for any item I use on this sim, you can go to my TSR page where I answer faster!

[meltingangelsmods]

🦋🦋 Butterfly Madness 🦋🦋

- Head Tattoos for Both Vs -

🦋🦋🦋 Set 1 🦋🦋🦋

- 3 Options -

Hey chooms! I'm here with a new tattoo mod. This time it's based on Butterflies! The wing shape is the Monarch Butterfly!

There's 3 Colour Options:

- Agrias Amydon.

- Blue Morpho.

- Monarch.

(Same as the Wing Shape!)

Available for Both Vs, as always, and these bodies/frameworks:

- VTK body.

- Gymfiend body.

- Hyst bodies.

- KS UV Framework bodies.

Nexus Link: Butterfly Madness

[the-tsaritsa-official]

"Hello your greatness— WOAH!!!"

*Yelped a little boy who fell off a portal beside the archon's throne, however... their voices sounds like a girl's compared to how "masculine" he looked. Plus how was he able to create a portal? What's with the butterflies and golden stars floating around him? Why do his clothes look... odd? (He's wearing a blue hoodie.)*

"My name's Director, and i have an offer for you and your harbingers!!!" *they said excitedly, showing a well-written contract.* "I need you and your kids- i mean- harbingers for a project!"

[OOC : I LOVE THE TSARITSA AND THE HARBINGERS SM, THEY'RE MY BABIES. OH AND I DO OC STUFF BTW :3 CAN I BE STAR (🌟), BUTTERFLY (🦋), OR BOOK (📚) ANON IF ANY 3 THE EMOJI IS AVAILABLE? - Me]

“Hm, what kind of project?” (The Tsaritsa looks at the boy curiously and then at the contract)

[ooc: of course you can be a anon! You shall be dubbed my first official anon!-cherri/mod]

[carolkinopf]

Have you freed the Prisoner today my beautiful butterfly? 💙🦋

Hello anon I have not as I was sleeping and now working but I shall do it next time I play the owlk chess mod thanks for the reminder 🦋

[lepton-mechanic]

Butterflies from the Better Animals Plus MOD appear to be resting their wings in various places within the facility 🦋

[ocrosemagazine]

Applications Open from July 18 thru August 19!

Returning for its fourth volume, Rose Magazine is a collaborative art anthology that spotlights artists’ original characters in their most fashionable! Not limited to the runway, these styles can be for any season and any occasion. The possibilities are endless!

The final zine will be distributed digitally on Itch.io and all proceeds donated to Rainforest Trust.

🦋 Apply Here! 🦋

The theme for this year is looks inspired by INSECTS. Give us your spider characters, design a fit based on beetles, or plan a butterfly incorporated piece—whatever you imagine, we want to see some bugs!

We look forward to your application!

More Info ✿ Schedule ✿ Mods

[fictionkinfessions]

Hi this is a Vash who spent a thousand years locked in Knives' tower in July having plant babies in exchange for peace. And FUCK him. FUCK that specific Knives for how he treated me, how he was GOING to treat our children. He tried to hit one of our kids once and I wasn't having it, I said "if you're gonna hit the kids don't hit the kids hit me" and he did! He did! Bastard!

Every time one of the kids fucked up in a way that he would have punished them for, he kinda looked at me and I was like 'well I know what I'll be doing later!' FUCK him.

I don't think any of the kids ever figured out he was hitting me instead of hitting them though, even after they grew up, and I'm glad they didn't. Because that would mean that they knew they had the kind of father who would hit them.

Fuck him. Fuck that man.

(I apologize for my aggression, mods)

-Vash the Stampede (Trigun '23) 🦋 :blue butterfly:

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