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#i'm wisteria
carmen-wister18 · 1 year
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Hi!🌱 Wisteria here!! (or you can call me Carmen, whatever you want!) 🌼
A section to share my drawings (the ones I have for now, as I'm going through a short hiatus) I may do small commissions later on, depending on my time 🧐
Although I have an account to create icons and matching icons which I manage using the Spanish language... however here I will write in English (maybe not so good, by the way, but I hope it is understood).
My icons account is this: @carwisteria18
I will also share content, not only from my fanarts. (⁠◕⁠દ⁠◕⁠)
All ships are welcome. If you have any suggestions for the drawings, feel free to make them. It will be taken into account for some future project. 👀
By the way, while we're on the subject of ships... Maybe I don't expect certain ships of mine to be well received (your opinion will be well taken into account), but at least I'd like to find some respect for the people who do like them. Just that please, sorry if it might sound bad, but I like to demand mutual respect :D
Don't be surprised to find at any time many drawings of Toudou (I literally adore that guy!💙) So.. be warned hahahah (⁠´⁠-⁠﹏⁠-⁠`⁠;⁠)
Just live and let live, in this imaginary world made for everyone (⁠◕⁠ᴗ⁠◕⁠✿⁠)
Psdt: In this home, the HaruToudou reigns supreme. ꒰⁠⑅⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠꒱⁠˖⁠♡
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kurizeria · 27 days
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hazemaru24 · 23 days
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💙❤️
This is a commission art, please do not use🙏
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todayintokyo · 17 days
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The cherry tree is now more green than pink, but lo and behold, wisteria in the same tiny park. PS: That green net is to cover garbage on garbage day so that crows and tanuki can't get to it.
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wisteriagoesvroom · 3 months
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imagine that you were once a little child. you fell asleep in red and yellow blankets and you dreamt of a fast car. you watched races in coloured pixels, hoisted on your father's shoulders, then you have a chance to smell the burning rubber and engine oil in real life. you climb first into karts of different builds then cars of different colours and the faces change, but your wanting does not.
you might win sometimes, you might win all the time. but most of all you lose and you lose and you still keep going.
and when it happens: you never thought that your entire career could lead to this. that you stand at the pinnacle of your sport. and you believe that you could take this vast and ailing animal and somehow stem the rot, stop it eating itself.
because you believe there’s still something to be gained from fixing this place. that with a lot of grit and perhaps a touch of magic, that you are important – no – capable enough, that you can work hard and make a difference. you are one body against a stampeding herd and you run forwards still. you embrace it with your best efforts and pretend that you don’t fear becoming consumed by it.
you’re not always well liked for it, but you give it your all anyway. you do it because it’s for corsa rosso. tifosi. for all the champions and engineers and hands and bodies that have come before. all for one a chance to be written into history, name in crimson and gold.
this was michael. it could be charles. seb. carlos. it might even be lewis. history repeats itself.
after all: you ask a child what a race car looks like. they'll paint it red.
you ask a child what blood looks like. they'll recognise its hue, before they know to give fear and love a name.
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jugacolours · 11 months
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mightymizora · 5 months
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hello new followers!
I've had a lot of new followers recently and I'm going to take this opportunity to plug my fics, because that's why I am here (between shitposts and rushed meta.) So! I'm going to do a game I've been threatening to do for a LONG time, and I'm going to invite other writers to do the same.
Rules are that you plug a handful of your fics from your current fandom(s), give a quick summary, and then put in 1-2 lines from comments as reviews. Because fuck it, self-promotion is fine actually.
The Portrait
BG3. 6.5k one shot, Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge. Lord Gortash requests a portrait of his paramour. The pay is good, the contract legitimate. It seems almost too good to be true... In pre-canon, a young artist takes a job from an upcoming player in Baldur's Gate society. "The voice was amazing, the descriptions are poignant without getting too far in the weeds, you show so much without telling explicitly." "if i could frame this fic and put it up on my wall, i would in a heartbeat! literally the definition of perfection"
Monster, Mine
BG3, 7k one shot. Enver Gortash/The Dark Urge. There is a beast haunting the city, and there is a tentative reaching of hands across the table. In pre-canon, Enver Gortash tries to find the truth of the Slayer. "This is a genuinely stunning piece of fiction." "Their poisonous codependency and joint descent into it is the absolute delight to read!"
Even if Love
BG3, 8k, short chapters. Multiple. Shades of love for The Dark Urge, Orin The Red, Enver Gortash, Wisteria Jannath, Sceleritas Fel, Kressa Bonedaughter, Lae'zel, Minthara Baenre, Sarevok Anchev and Araj Oblodra. Can be read individually, but they do build a narrative together. "it is a crime that AO3 only allows one kudos for a whole fic" "All so distinct and sharply observed, and such gorgeous writing throughout!"
Blood and Bone, Bone and Blood
BG3. 3.5K one shot. Ketheric Thorm/The Dark Urge A collection of moments between Bhaal and Myrkul’s chosen as they are bound together with Gortash as the chosen of the Dead Three. "It simply drips with style. Gorgeous prose." "Feral about this fic"
The First Leaf on the Tree after Winter
BG3. 9k, multi-chapter. Halsin/Jaheira. Background Wyll/Karlach. Their time was a century before, she thinks. What can they be, these old souls rooted in their ways, these observers of the world, these failed heroes? "All the kudos here. The ultimate kudos. Oh I really loved this." "I reached the end with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes. so bittersweet and beautiful. I adore every word."
Breath and Rosewater
BG3, 20k, multi-chapter ongoing. Gale/Tav She has always loved music for many reasons; the patterns that present themselves, and the sheer joy of playing. Working out the fingering, and bringing joy to others. The breath before the first note. The freedom that comes from following your heart and letting it soar. He has always loved magic for every reason; the study of it, the power in it. The quiet contemplation of hours of learning, the thrill of application on the battlefield, and off of it. The understanding that comes from complete control of your craft. "most well-constructed intro paragraph that i've read in awhile—we get such a strong sense of glim, her expertise, her pride in her art, in just four sentences." "Oh this whole thing is so beautiful. i adore your prose."
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oodlezsinbin · 6 months
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Yesterday was curse and so a curse is what I bestow upon you and, yet another of @chubberbaria 's ocs, Alys. Caspian is generally pretty serious but he's not above pulling the occasional prank
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thefisherqueen · 11 months
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“I am a bachelor,” said he, “and being of a sociable turn I cultivate a large number of friends. Among these are the family of a retired brewer called Melville, living at Albemarle Mansion, Kensington. It was at his table that I met some weeks ago a young fellow named Garcia. He was, I understood, of Spanish descent and connected in some way with the embassy. He spoke perfect English, was pleasing in his manners, and as good-looking a man as ever I saw in my life.” 
“In some way we struck up quite a friendship, this young fellow and I. He seemed to take a fancy to me from the first, and within two days of our meeting he came to see me at Lee. One thing led to another, and it ended in his inviting me out to spend a few days at his house, Wisteria Lodge, between Esher and Oxshott.”
Mr. Eccles and Mr. Garcia meeting up for some gay sex. It’s not even subtle. ‘I am a bachelor’, ‘as good-looking a man as ever I saw’, ‘one thing led to another’... Sure, Doyle, you could not have made this any clearer  
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gilgamushroom · 11 months
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"I find it recorded in my notebook that it was a bleak and windy day towards the end of March in the year 1892."
The Final Problem takes place in 1891
The Empty House takes place in 1894
Uhhhh Watson you might wanna re-check those notes. And Doyle I think you miiight have overlooked something a tiiiiny bit important in this one 🤨
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asksavel · 11 months
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I finished it, now imma nap.
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hellosunnycore · 1 year
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super adorable commission from my last batch!
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wisteriaphyte · 7 months
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bury me not on the lone prairie
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mysteroads · 1 month
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World Building Post-War MHA, aka:
How Mr. Compress survives, thrives, steals all of AFO's money, and gives a big ol' "Fuck You!" to the heroes by doing a better job at saving people... All while staying classy. 😉
tltr: Mr. Compress steals AFO's money, creates a non-profit, names it all after the League to remind everyone why it's important and also to thumb his nose at the heroes.
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So, mostly for my own edification, I started wondering what a Post-War MHA world would look like, and since MHA is a dystopia, how people would go about fixing the problems.
So, MHA dystopia can be described as: "Questioning the root of systemic issues brought about by a society grown both compliant *and* reliant on the protection of superheroes-- who have been elevated to celebrity/godlike status while ignoring 'Heroes' inherent humanity and all the flaws that come with being human-- while ignoring their own responsibilities as humans to help each other."
There's a reoccurring theme of Bystander Syndrome. Regular people growing compliant and being unwilling to step up to help their fellow man. Well, Post-War, I'm betting that's going to change, and that's where our boy Atsuhiro Sako can come in.
We all know Mr. Compress is going to survive. I really hope more members of the League do as well, but we know Atsuhiro Sako's going to make it. More than that, he's going jump headlong into making damn sure the past doesn't repeat itself, even if that means playing nice with the heroes (for awhile). There's going to be some sort of Villain Rehab program, or even a pardon/parole for the surviving LoV member(s). Sako's going to to be the perfect little ex-villain right up until his exit paperwork is processed.
And, since he was 1} in Tomura's inner circle, 2} he's clever enough to get Garaki to talk to him, and 3} he's an excellent thief... I'm going to assume he's smart enough to get the info he needs to access enough of AFO's accounts. 💸💸💸 And even if he's not, he's savvy enough to find the money somewhere.
I see Atsuhiro at the head of a Non-Profit Organization with several subsidiaries dedicated to different problems. Furthermore, as a unashamed former villain, I can see him naming the whole thing after the League... just to spite the heroes and remind everyone why he's doing what he's doing.😈 It's what his friends would've wanted.
The League for the Lost, and it's subsidiaries (colored for funsies):
Dabi’s Fire, for the campaign against domestic abuse and protection for the abused. 
Himiko’s Hope, assistance for so-called villainous and other maligned quirks, with a special emphasis on blood quirks and others with unique dietary requirements. 
Spinner’s Stories, support for mutation quirks and heteromorphs. 
Jin’s Friends, for free access to mental health resources. 
Big Sis’s House, safe spaces for queer youth and adults.
Tomura’s Soldiers, for the war against the trafficking of children with powerful quirks.
Honestly, this is probably the best way for the problems to be solved, and the best way to put AFO's ill gotten gains to good use. I mean, the money is there! It's going to be found eventually. Might as well use it to do whatever they can do to prevent a problem before it happens! And what better way to keep the memory of the League of Villains alive, get civilians involved in helping each other, and provide a warning for future generations-- than to put their names on Japan's biggest non-profit?
And, if he manages to piss off the old-school heroes and cops, while attracting the new generations, then that's just a bonus. 😎
If you made it this far, you are a most excellent person, a ✨gem✨ among readers!💖 And I want to hear from you! All... probably two, maybe three?... of you! What would you like to see from Post-War MHA? How would you fix the problems? Who from the LoV do you think's going to survive, and what are they going to do with themselves in the new world?
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ask-north · 8 months
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(@ask-the-shiny-pokemons) Noelle approaches Silas, as she try to say something like Houndoom do (she's happy to see this little buddy). She said to North: "It seems he's not really understand human language. I think when I said like my species do, he quite understand what I'm sayin'."
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✧ North happily nuzzled her face into Wisteria, the little ghost just sighed in defeat. Of course, she wasn't going to fight North on this, she was usually right about things. With one final squeeze and a tiny squeak from Wisteria, she let the ghost go.
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✧ Silas quickly got up upon Noelle approaching him, his tail swaying happily as he sniffed her. The tiny fox looked very excited to see another Pokemon, especially one he could easily understand. North's words always confused him compared to hers, he never knew what she was asking him to do.
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✧ As if to reply to her, he gave a horrible attempt at repeating the houndoom's words, it just came out as an odd bumble of excited yips and barks all whilst the fox continued his greeting.
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North: I can't believe I really thought everyone knows human talk I'm such a dumb human, I'm still learning I'm so sorry. North: I just reallllly want him to finally understand me. It's been so difficult trying to teach him things.
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wisteriagoesvroom · 5 months
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yaoi girlies: hey maybe we should tone it down with the tinfoil hats surely charles and max are not *that* synchronised all the time or on the same wavelength subconsciously or kind of subtextually intertwined in some stranger-than-fiction way
lestappen themselves: haha you thought
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