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#flowers#my garden#garden#mine#photo journal#photo dump#nature photography#photography#my photography#nature#plants#gardens#gardening#wild flowers#pale leaf sunflowers#yellow flowers#yellow aesthetic#yellow moodboard#yellow
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DESCRIBING THE PHYSICAL ATTRIBUTES OF CHARACTERS:
Body
descriptors; ample, athletic, barrel-chested, beefy, blocky, bony, brawny, buff, burly, chubby, chiseled, coltish, curvy, fat, fit, herculean, hulking, lanky, lean, long, long-legged, lush, medium build, muscular, narrow, overweight, plump, pot-bellied, pudgy, round, skeletal, skinny, slender, slim, stocky, strong, stout, strong, taut, toned, wide.
Eyebrows
descriptors; bushy, dark, faint, furry, long, plucked, raised, seductive, shaved, short, sleek, sparse, thin, unruly.
shape; arched, diagonal, peaked, round, s-shaped, straight.
Ears
shape; attached lobe, broad lobe, narrow, pointed, round, square, sticking-out.
Eyes
colour; albino, blue (azure, baby blue, caribbean blue, cobalt, ice blue, light blue, midnight, ocean blue, sky blue, steel blue, storm blue,) brown (amber, dark brown, chestnut, chocolate, ebony, gold, hazel, honey, light brown, mocha, pale gold, sable, sepia, teakwood, topaz, whiskey,) gray (concrete gray, marble, misty gray, raincloud, satin gray, smoky, sterling, sugar gray), green (aquamarine, emerald, evergreen, forest green, jade green, leaf green, olive, moss green, sea green, teal, vale).
descriptors; bedroom, bright, cat-like, dull, glittering, red-rimmed, sharp, small, squinty, sunken, sparkling, teary.
positioning/shape; almond, close-set, cross, deep-set, downturned, heavy-lidded, hooded, monolid, round, slanted, upturned, wide-set.
Face
descriptors; angular, cat-like, hallow, sculpted, sharp, wolfish.
shape; chubby, diamond, heart-shaped, long, narrow, oblong, oval, rectangle, round, square, thin, triangle.
Facial Hair
beard; chin curtain, classic, circle, ducktail, dutch, french fork, garibaldi, goatee, hipster, neckbeard, old dutch, spade, stubble, verdi, winter.
clean-shaven
moustache; anchor, brush, english, fu manchu, handlebar, hooked, horseshoe, imperial, lampshade, mistletoe, pencil, toothbrush, walrus.
sideburns; chin strap, mutton chops.
Hair
colour; blonde (ash blonde, golden blonde, beige, honey, platinum blonde, reddish blonde, strawberry-blonde, sunflower blonde,) brown (amber, butterscotch, caramel, champagne, cool brown, golden brown, chocolate, cinnamon, mahogany,) red (apricot, auburn, copper, ginger, titain-haired,), black (expresso, inky-black, jet black, raven, soft black) grey (charcoal gray, salt-and-pepper, silver, steel gray,), white (bleached, snow-white).
descriptors; bedhead, dull, dry, fine, full, layered, limp, messy, neat, oily, shaggy, shinny, slick, smooth, spiky, tangled, thick, thin, thinning, tousled, wispy, wild, windblown.
length; ankle length, bald, buzzed, collar length, ear length, floor length, hip length, mid-back length, neck length, shaved, shoulder length, waist length.
type; beach waves, bushy, curly, frizzy, natural, permed, puffy, ringlets, spiral, straight, thick, thin, wavy.
Hands; calloused, clammy, delicate, elegant, large, plump, rough, small, smooth, square, sturdy, strong.
Fingernails; acrylic, bitten, chipped, curved, claw-like, dirty, fake, grimy, long, manicured, painted, peeling, pointed, ragged, short, uneven.
Fingers; arthritic, cold, elegant, fat, greasy, knobby, slender, stubby.
Lips/Mouth
colour (lipstick); brown (caramel, coffee, nude, nutmeg,) pink (deep rose, fuchsia, magenta, pale peach, raspberry, rose, ) purple (black cherry, plum, violet, wine,) red (deep red, ruby.)
descriptors; chapped, cracked, dry, full, glossy, lush, narrow, pierced, scabby, small, soft, split, swollen, thin, uneven, wide, wrinkled.
shape; bottom-heavy, bow-turned, cupid’s bow, downturned, oval, pouty, rosebud, sharp, top-heavy.
Nose
descriptors; broad, broken, crooked, dainty, droopy, hooked, long, narrow, pointed, raised, round, short, strong, stubby, thin, turned-up, wide.
shape; button, flared, grecian, hawk, roman.
Skin
descriptors; blemished, bruised, chalky, clear, dewy, dimpled, dirty, dry, flaky, flawless, freckled, glowing, hairy, itchy, lined, oily, pimply, rashy, rough, sagging, satiny, scarred, scratched, smooth, splotchy, spotted, tattooed, uneven, wrinkly.
complexion; black, bronzed, brown, dark, fair, ivory, light, medium, olive, pale, peach, porcelain, rosy, tan, white.
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🎨 Françoise Gilot
Françoise Gilot - Portait of Muriel Berman with Flowers - 1975
Françoise Gilot - Tulips and Ballerina's Slippers - 1954
Françoise Gilot - Cornucopia - 2004
Françoise Gilot - 'Le vase fond rouge' (the vase has a red background)- 1958
Françoise Gilot - Sun's Fire - 2004
Françoise Gilot - African Violets - 1971
Françoise Gilot - Sunflowers with Fallen Petals - 1976
Françoise Gilot - Self-Portrait in Orange with Blue Necklace - "A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Woman" - 1944
Françoise Gilot - Self-portrait at Work - 1946.
At 21, Gilot met Pablo Picasso, then 61. Picasso first saw Gilot in a restaurant in the spring of 1943, during the German occupation of France. Picasso painted La femme-fleur, and then his old friend Henri Matisse, who liked Gilot, announced that he would create a portrait of her, in which her body would be pale blue and her hair leaf green.
From 1943 to 1953, Gilot was the partner and artistic muse of Pablo Picasso, with whom she had two children, Claude and Paloma.
In 1969, Gilot was introduced to the American polio vaccine pioneer Jonas Salk. Their shared appreciation of architecture led to a brief courtship and a 1970 wedding in Paris. During their marriage, which lasted until Salk's death in 1995, the couple lived apart for half of every year as Gilot continued to paint in New York City, La Jolla, and Paris.
Once asked what it was in her that attracted such outstanding men, Gilot responded: "I think I am just as interesting as they. Lions mate with lions. They don't mate with mice."
Pablo Picasso - Portrait of Françoise Gilot -"Femme assise en costume vert" - (Woman sitting in green suit) - 1953
Her memoir first began to dismantle the glorious Picasso legend—more than hinting at his stupefying misogyny and obsessive envy of Matisse’s unflagging invention. She was the only women who ever left Picasso & he tried to ruin her career.
Of Picasso she said: “He did not destroy me because I was of the stuff that cannot be destroyed. I do not need another consciousness to define my own.”
Françoise Gilot - The Telephone Call - Self portrait with Claude and Paloma - 1952
In 1969, Gilot was introduced to the American polio vaccine pioneer Jonas Salk. Their shared appreciation of architecture led to a brief courtship and a 1970 wedding in Paris. During their marriage, which lasted until Salk's death in 1995, the couple lived apart for half of every year as Gilot continued to paint in New York City, La Jolla, and Paris.
Living Forest - 1977
Once asked what it was in her that attracted such outstanding men, Gilot responded: "I think I am just as interesting as they. Lions mate with lions. They don't mate with mice."
Françoise Gilot in her NY studio, 2011. Still painting everyday at the age of 90.
Françoise Gilot - 1921-2023
#art#paintings#lithograph#francoise gilot -#impressionist#tulips#ballerina's slippers#sunflowers#magic games#modern#vase#red background#le vase fond rouge#african violets#gilot#cornucopia#living forest#jonas salk#henri matisse#pablo picasso
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𝙒𝙊𝙍𝘿𝙎 𝙏𝙊 𝘿𝙀𝙎𝘾𝙍𝙄𝘽𝙀 𝘾𝙊𝙇𝙊𝙐𝙍𝙎
— PURPLE
Mauve.
Violet.
Lilac.
Magenta.
Plum.
Royal.
Lavender.
Grape.
Periwinkle.
Sangria.
Jam.
Heather.
Noble.
Berry.
Mulberry.
Orchid.
Amethyst.
Wine.
— BLUE
Navy.
Sky.
Turquoise.
Indigo.
Slate.
Deep.
Prussian.
Teal.
Ocean.
Peacock.
Cyan.
Azure.
Artic.
Sapphire.
Diamond.
Royal.
Ultramarine.
Aqua.
— GREEN
Pistachio.
Juniper.
Grass.
Parakeet.
Leaf.
Pine.
Basil.
Herb.
Lime.
Sage.
Chartreuse.
Fern.
Olive.
Emerald.
Shamrock.
Seafoam.
Moss.
Pear.
Mint.
— YELLOW
Canary.
Gold.
Daffodil.
Seed.
Lemon.
Butter.
Yolk.
Mustard.
Corn.
Bumblebee.
Sunny.
Honey.
Amber.
Blonde.
Banana.
Medallion.
Dandelion.
Platinum.
Buttscotch.
Dandelion.
Sunflower.
Saffron.
Dijon.
Fire.
— ORANGE
Yam.
Marigold.
Rust.
Clay.
Spiced.
Tiger.
Ginger.
Sandstone.
Apricot.
Carrot.
Amber.
Bronze.
Honey.
— PINK
Blush.
Coral.
Rosewood.
Lemonade.
Marshmallow.
Hot.
Magenta.
Bubblegum.
Fuchsia.
Rose.
Salmon.
Roseate.
Glowing.
Reddened.
Sanguine.
Peach.
Strawberry.
Punch.
Watermelon.
Flamingo.
Berry.
Rouge.
— WHITE
Milky.
Alabaster.
Pearly.
Cotton
Chiffon.
Egg-shell.
Bridal.
Snowy.
Bright.
Porcelain.
Chalky.
Creamy.
Ivory.
Empty.
Frosted.
Pale.
Lace.
Salt.
Coconut.
Silvery.
Tooth.
Daisy.
Porcelain.
Achromatic.
Delicate.
Fresh.
Bone.
Innocent.
— BLACK
Ebony.
Sable.
Crow.
Charcoal.
Grease.
Raven.
Midnight.
Pitch.
Dusky.
Inky.
Solemn.
Onyx.
Soot.
Jet.
Leather.
Obsidian.
Murky.
Cloudy.
— RED
Cherry.
Jam.
Sanguine.
Apple.
Rose.
Ruby.
Burgundy.
Maroon.
Crimson.
Merlot.
Scarlet.
Wine.
Brick.
Berry.
Blood.
Sangria.
Candy.
Blush.
Evil.
Imperial.
Ferrari.
Raspberry.
Carmine.
Chilli.
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A selection of late summer wildflowers growing in the riparian zone along the Monongahela River at the Friendship Hill National Historic Site.
From top: Paleleaf woodland sunflower (Helianthus strumosus), also known as pale-leaved sunflower, distinguished by long leaf petioles and a pale leaf underside; common sneezeweed (Helenium autumnale), a water-loving aster whose dried leaves were once used to make snuff; cardinal flower (Lobelia cardinalis), whose scarlet, five-lobed flowers draw hummingbirds as pollinators; the closely-related great blue lobelia (Lobelia siphilitica), which early settlers once used as a treatment for syphilis (wishful thinking); and blue mistflower (Conoclinium coelestinum), or wild ageratum, a native aster that has become popular as a garden plant.
As a note, about a dozen sunflowers call NC-WV - SW PA home and they readily hybridize, often complicating identification. Pale-leaved sunflower has a tall, branching structure up to 7 feet in height and dense clusters of large flowers. In addition to long petioles and a pale leaf underside, this sunflower has a smooth stem with a whitish bloom to it. It's a very beautiful mid-to-late summer aster and one of my favorite wildflowers of Central Appalachia.
#appalachia#vandalia#wildflowers#flora#summer#pennsylvania#monongahela river#friendship hill national historic site#pale-leaved sunflower#paleleaf woodland sunflower#paleleaf sunflower#common sneezeweed#cardinal flower#great blue lobelia#blue mistflower#mistflower#wild argeratum#riparian
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More work on Ice Cream Soda this morning!
I'm really happy with the second rounds on the two blocks I've pieced so far!
I love how the pale yellow bee print reflects the pale yellow of the floral centre in the top block, and with the way the prints communicate, I feel like the last round needs to match the grey of the leaf!
As for the lower block, I love how the gold in the sunflower print really pulls out the gold in the black centre! I do wish the honeycomb print lined up a little better, but I just batch cut those pieces, so next time I use that print, I might be a little fussier with my cutting. Regardless, I love how the block is turning out and I'm getting the feeling that a black print for the last round might make it really pop!
#quilt#quilting#icecreamsodaquilt#quilt blocks#prepared edge piecing#hand piecing#bee quilt#bee fabric#quilt along#fibre arts#made by va#va fibre arts
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In Another Life | Mitsuri Kanroji
Word Count: 5810
Setting: Mitsuri Kanroji x fem!reader (reader is engaged to her brother), angst, mutual pining
Content Warnings: MDNI (go on, shoo shoo), NSFW, heavy make out session more-or-less, but please note, that this is a girlxgirl fic that takes place in the Taisho period of Japan AKA taboo for the era (and is NOT a reflection of my personal beliefs!).
Summary: a love that could never see the light of day, nor be welcomed amongst every day life, Mitsuri's affections only allowed behind closed doors and under the shade of a hagi bush, but you deserved... so much more.
[This artwork does not belong to me, all credit goes to the artist!]
The smell of warm seasonings tickled her nose, the tender scent of osmanthus fragrans. The gentle tint of smoke edged amongst sugary sweetness, the mark that summer had descended to fall. Bend to the new season, and peacefully released its warmth in favor of cooler days.
The sunflowers had given way for their arrival, greeted the wave of leaves that bared such a striking hue, that even the finest of tangerines would feel shame in their presence. Their crimson partners gifted by the Japanese maples, were the object of envy of rouges, paled in their comparison. A vision of beauty as they danced across the garden, intertwined. Fated to dance alongside one another amongst the breeze, Always by one another, close enough to touch, but never within reach. Doomed to share this façade, knowing all too well that both leaves may never embrace, their partner destined to be the dirt. Like the Kurokami dance performed by geishas, never destined to caress one another. Damned to perform this façade for the duration of their life.
Mitsuri’s eyes fell to her family’s garden, her eyes the same shade as the Lady’s slipper orchid captured her envy. Her heart felt as heavy as the leaves that fell from the tree, forever intertwined in a fate to deny one another, landing unheard amongst the stone path way. Her gaze left to trace upon the fallen members of ill-fated love, the path of stone having led from one side of the veranda, swayed around Japanese maples, greeted fall blooms. The distant memory of her childhood lost amongst the hagi bushes, and the love she had cultivated beneath their blooms.
The hagi bushes had been in an early bloom, hushed shades of green that welcomed the cool weather. The respite from a scorching summer ushered in gentle blooms that had slowly claimed over half of the Kanroji household’s garden. At first, it had been merely a small bloom one of the older children had brought home, sowed into the corner of the garden. Mitsuri could not quite recall the details, having been to small to understand the entire situation, butshe had understood that it was a symbol of love that had passed, but remained in her sibling’s heart. The gentlest of smiles when it had begun to bloom the following year, a reminder that love never truly leaves, and in time, the plant that had often only been barely adequately maintained had captivated a majority of the yard although it had never phased any of the Kanroji. In the summer, it offered small amount of shade to the younger members of the family, alluring blooms in the fall, and the constant reminder that though love may have to leave us one day, it never truly abandons us. So there, it had grown, tenderly cared for by the members of Kanroji. Its soft fragrance as delightful as the sakura mochi Mitsuri’s mother had placed before her. Composed of the perfect ratio of red bean pasted that touched upon the shy shades of pink, mildly sweet with the delicious salty tint from the pickled sakura leaf, proof of her mother’s affections. Mitsuri’s small form hung from the veranda, her feet far too small to properly reach the garden below her, nor the steps from the path way. The flicker of rice that touched upon her cheek as she indulged in her favorite snack. Her bangs, reminiscent of the cherry blossoms that had left in spring, her hair weaved into three separate braids that met her yellow kimono. Her small feet pitter as they swayed with joy, her smile as vibrant as the day before her. Vaguely aware of the rush of her household that day, the different family members busied with greeting the arrival of a new neighbor—a detail the young girl had remembered as she had been thrilled to hear about the obligatory soba noodles.
She had been completely enthralled in her snack when she had heard her older siblings whispered, peeking between doors towards an inner room of their home. Giggled as they peered through the gap in the shoji doors. Whispers of how cute someone was, drawing her attention from her snacks. Stuffing the last bite into her mouth, puffing her cheeks to the point they were even a little swore as she pounded down the hallway. Her curiosity guiding forward, slipping her socks against the wood flooring that made up the family home. Traction gained as she slipped, her shock mixed with excitement as she scooted pass her siblings, popping straight into the shoji doors they had dared to snoop from. The tumble of the doors caught her father’s attention, knocked off track and even lightly punctured as she collapses in a heap, her small frame landing at the threshold of the room. Her father released an amused laugh as most of her siblings fled the scene of the crime; their cheerful laughter and scampers down the hallway capturing the nature of the Kanroji family. Her brother a few years old of her the only one to remain at the sight, an obvious accomplice that had been caught between her and the floor in her descent. Her father didn’t bother to hide his laughter, loud and booming as were his affections for his playful children. “Are you two okay?” His laugh was harmonious.
The proud smile adorned at his lips, Mitsuri’s own lips returning the sentiment before rolling off her brother, flexing her arms in pride as she so often did,” I am Okay!”
“I’m not,” her brother groaned. The creak of his voice and hand at his back as he pulled himself from the wood floor. The mark of the wood paneling clear on his cheek, his sister quick to check him for further wounds, desperately apologizing. The tears beginning to form in her eyes, only laid to rest when he patted her head. His eyes the same shade as her mother’s, as sweet and generous as the yummiest anko drifted from hers. A light shade of pink that dusted his cheeks and ears forced himself into a quick mannered sitting position. Fists trained at his lap, further eliciting her curiosity.
The very same neighbors that would come gifting soba noodles sat across from her father. The gift in question having already been secured by her mother and spirited away to the kitchen. The neighbors were a family unit, a father and mother whose features were beginning to give way to their years. Their features trained and restrained, well-mannered and quiet. Mitsuri’s eyes drifted across their kimonos, a little more lavish than that of her family’s. The father’s cool, aloof nature was interesting, and Mitsuri loved the composure the older man expressed. The rumbustious nature of her father, nor the clamorous children who had whispered outside the room had not phased the man at all. Nor did it his wife, her behavior as poised and as graceful as a snowflake against the wind. As beautiful as any morawski doll, her face delicately painted, the small figure next to her a near copy of her. Shyly scooting closer to her father, Mitsuri peered curiously at you. Your expression as trained as your father’s, and features gifted from your mother. Beautiful and delicate, Mitsuri had guessed you appeared to be roughly her own age, surely no older than the brother at her side. Your eyes as reflective and luminous as the moon, the natural hues of your cheeks as breath taking as a hagi blossom, you bowed your head gently in greeting at her. The realization it was directed at her enough to send Mitsuri’s heart through a murmur shock, quickly bowing her head, vigorously and far too over enthusiastic. She had nearly threatened to put a hole through the floor boards. Her swift bends eliciting the most musical Mitsuri had ever witnessed. The greens of her eyes, shy and curious as she peered up, becoming all too aware that the same blush that had captivated her brother, was now her own. Your shoulder’s met your ears, your hand gently clasped and touched your lips, spread the blush across Mitsuri’s features. Your giggle as soft as any blossom could ever hope to be, and as beautiful as a crane. Thrilled her in a way her young heart could not quite comprehend.
Nor could she explain the way her heart fluttered when your hand met her own. At the insistence, she had guided you into the garden. Engaged her brother in a game of Onigokko before clasping your hand into her own, ushering you under the protective shelter of the hagi garden. The same one her older sibling had planted to remember his love had guided her first. Greeted the attachment as summer greeted fall and sheltered the two of you. The soft giggle that rang through her ear, the fold of your lips enchanting and enthralling. Enough to steal her breath, “You have rice.” The drumming of her heart within her eardrums, pounding and loud. The caress of your small finger, against her cheek, gently brushing it aside. The odd flutter against the pit of her stomach, different from the snacks that filled her belly, the rush at her ears. The clasp of her hands against them, overwhelmed and unsure what it was she was experiencing.
The young girl had thanked all of the gods for her brother having discovered you two between the bushes. The jovial way he had greeted the two of you had gone long over her head, misplaced as success of winning the game. She hadn’t noticed that the same tint of her ears had captivated his own. The distant memory haunted her. The gape of his mouth, the shy way he had studied your features in the moment, completely unaware of the leaves that had stuck to odd ends of his hair, distracted by his budding disposition. The Love Hashira could curse herself, shamed by the jealousy her heart captivated. Today, was a day of joy, she reminded herself. Her eyelashes heavy as she studied the garden before her. Both of your families had prayed for this day, over and over many years. Her fingers fumbling over the tie at her obi, a gentle embellishment of her clover motif. Chiding herself for the envy, doing her best to pray the bitterness that threatened her stomach. She hadn’t eaten; a detail she was beginning to worry wouldn’t go unnoticed. Today was one of joy, a beautiful union in which two families would be joined in matrimony. Hearts forever embraced, never to be victim to forbidding romance. They would be able to touch freely, as often as they desired. Would not have to hush their affections, rather free to express it to anyone who happens to see. Explore their opportunities, and each other’s touches. A way that only lovers would dare to openly, rather than face the casualties of social norms, and a love only lived through secret trysts beneath a hagi bush. Today is a happy day, yet she could not deny the growing gloom that captivated her. Held her prisoner, envious of all days. Today. Today, her heart yearned, but not for the groom. Rather for the bride that would soon join her family at her brother’s side rather than her own. Her older brother had been overjoyed to announce his betrothal. His meetings with the matchmaker had as much success as her own, his jovial and loud personality was well matched amongst the Kanroji clan, but often misplaced for would be matches, and so, when he had rushed to share the news of his upcoming nuptials. The Love Hashira gushed with joy, cooed his praise. Reassured him that his bride-to-be was blessed by the gods to have him for a husband, and he would be too. She just knew that any woman whose parents had selected him for their daughter must be breathtaking. And… you were. She could curse her insistence to know the name of his bride. Shamed at the jealousy that captured her throat. His smile as her own as he beamed with pride, [LN]. He had declared, then bashfully sputtered that perhaps, he should become acquainted with your first name. So overcome with excitement, recounting your beauty, your grace, your smile, your laugh, he had not realized that the grin upon his sister’s lips had faltered. Fallen into disarray, and forced back up. Pained and agonizing. For all the adoration he had spewed, she knew all too well. The Love Hashira had been blind; Mitsuri had overlooked the way her brother had fostered his own affections for you. Far too preoccupied with her own romance, and hushed emotions, she had missed the smiles he would offer you. The way his cheeks would light for you alone. The pout when you would play house together, having lost the place of husband for the role of child; his frustration only cooled when you patted his head, claiming to be a good mother. Struggled to swallow the knot that had formed in her throat. That day in the garden, when the Onii had found you. All of the blossoming symptoms of young love, nervous laughter, over enthusiastic greetings, gifts with you in mind… All of these things had hid beneath her nose, escaped her notice as they were none other than all of the emotions she had cultivated. For her brother’s love. For his bride. For you.
Her eyes glued to the garden. To the memories of simpler days when your love was hers alone. Painfully aware of the commotion behind her. The women at your side, singing praises of the beautiful bride. Skillfully webbing stark white uchikake, practiced hands needing no instructions as they prepared layer after layer across your agonizing still form. Years of service at their disposal, professionals in the field, the women were well practiced in a bride’s temperament. Quietly accepting that you had not once uttered a word the entire day, neither to accept their praises, or well wishes, nor to select the embellishments that adorned your hair, your breast. Your only request had been to have Mitsuri at your side although your eyes had never met her own. Only trained to the garden before you two. Distant memories clinging, the older women chuckling as they had heard the couple had played there in their youth. Assumed that the stillness of the bride was the result of nervous, they had seen it before, they had assured Mitsuri, misplacing her unease for concern. Concern for her brother, she should be as the woman who would stand at his side resembled a ghost of mourning rather than a symbol of joy. The shuffle of clothing drawing her attention, as a feminine voice whispered in her ear, “Kanroji, would you assist [LN] with her rouge? I think she would feel better if it were you?”
“Ah, yes, yes I can do that,” she had forced a smile. Trained her vocie to sound as pleased as she could to perform an act of sisterly affection. As she should be. Pulling herself from the veranda, turned to face the beginning of the end. The crossroads she had found herself before. The path she had long to walk, one of lovers intertwined allowed to embrace as any others now diverged. Shifted to a route fitting for the era, sisters. Her eyes capturing the crisp folds of your kimono. Elegant as any bride could ever envy, the white portraying your innocence. As breath taking as a lavish pearl, and airy and as heavenly as the moon, all of the poise of Tsukuyomi. The small lining of red as your cheeks had been when you had embraced her, the small charms at your color, all of which the women assisting you had been of their own choosing. Rumored that you had refused to participate much in the selection, nerves. Hair meticulously tied back, the wataboshi that resembled an otherworldly charm. Warm and affectionate, all of the love in its symbolism. Bathed in the intentions to suppress jealousy, ego and selfishness. A gentle and obedient wife, one worthy of marriage. Of a husband. For all of its holy intentions, Mitsuri’s eyes could not leave it as she pressed forward. It was not capable of denying her own jealousy it seemed, and for all your years together, she had little doubt you were not a tender woman, and considerate. Only one time had you ever dared to be selfish. The night recalled as Mitsuri pressed her fingertip to the rouge. Dutifully saturating the tip of her finger. Delicately pressing the reds to the apples of your cheeks. Dusting them warmly, why had your complexion paled today? The lively nature of hues that had painted your features that had infatuated from her were absent. Devoid of their usual vibrancy, harrow to her touch. Your eyes averted from her own as her touch graced your lips. The last time she had done so, choking the breath from her. Plush full lips beneath her caress. Intimate. More than sisters should be.
He had left her. His words had played through her head a million times, like a beginning shamisen player who could not proceed, stuck on the same notes and unsure of how to proceed. Much as Mitsuri herself. Lost to the scornful remarks of her hair, the scent of dye clear on her fingertips. The strain of her muscles unfamiliar with her gentle movements. Far too adjusted to utilizing strength and stout. Forced to perform in ways foreign to her. Pressed lips as she strained against her own nature, her figure felt sore and tight. Denied the rumble of her stomach, hunger pains that ached and drew tears to her eyes. Smaller meals, delicate proportions, one deserving of a wife, ladylike in nature were beginning to wear her down. Make her weary, her body heavy. Hungry, and anxious as her fingers threaded through her locks. Claimed her senses as she stared at her appearance in the mirror. Meticulously folding the dye time and time again, she had another marriage offer. Determine to wash away her reflection. Scrub out any abnormalities even if it meant performing the task until her fingers bled. Raw to the touch, the flesh ached with the high chemical potency, yet she could not cease the movement. The young Kanroji’s eyes trembling as slowly, but surely all evidence of her peculiar hair that was reminiscent of sakura mochi vanished from sight. Prayed for the day that the strands that drew the same blushed tones of Chrysanthemums were a distant memory as the jade tresses to follow, convinced herself that the day they had faded from the world, so would the memory of being cast aside. Her eyelashes falling to the ends of her hair, whispered to herself that if she could purify all the peculiarities from her existence, then she too would be worthy of matrimony. Of love. The matchmaker had fretted over her, lamented how difficult of a match she would make. The realization, frightened her whispered invasive thoughts, ones that murmured of bitter rejections. Breathe words of abandonment. The clutch of her fingers against her long hair, growing white. Anxious and trembling. The tears that threatened to roll from her cheeks.
Just as always, when her heart felt heavy, and betrayed thoughts of loneliness and decaying value, you had appeared. Rushed small steps, the perfect delicate sway of your hips as you slid open the shoji doors, quickly announcing your arrival. Your hair slightly askew, evident of your haste to her side. The Kanroji siblings having beckoned her summon, knowing all too well how devastated their sister had been to receive the matchmaker’s scolding. The jerk of her hair, throwing the strands of her hair capturing in her movement. The tears that had fallen caught by the wind. Tremebled under your gaze. The puff of your cheeks, the misplaced cloth and obi at your waste. Forced to dress quickly, Tossed your hair to the side, an unfamiliar sight to Mitsuri. She had always known you of the girl who was the perfect picture of a woman. Coy, quiet, and still, who’s features were perfectly crafted by the gods, and the favor of the moon goddess. Not the girl before her, who’s shoulders rattled through haggard breath, the ache of the weather burning your lungs, trembling fatigue. Your fingers clutching the shoji doors, your sandals abandoned alongside her siblings at the door, the way your feet had stormed down the wood panels. Yet for all the signs of your arrival, she had never imagined you would collapse before her. Tired and out of breath, the small of your frame trembling so unadjusted to exercise. Against your nature, defying every manner that your parents had instilled within your childhood. A figure that reached up, delicately catching the tear that rolled from her cheek, wiping it at her eyelashes. The smolder of your gaze. The warmth of your touch, caressed against her head as you cradled her. Your breast welcoming her sobs, plush against Mitsuri’s face, in a way that hammered her heart against her rib cage. Cooed sweet comforts against her ears, folded her arms around her. Embraced her in a way that she had craved since you had met. Touched upon her cheeks, whispered reassurance. Insisted that for the world, you could defy all odds. Begged her for her touch. Folded fingers over cheeks, Kanroji met the butterflies of her stomach with welcome. Dared to meet your gaze, dared to etch herself across your features. Boldly claimed your lips, pressed against her own. The faint scent of rouge still at the edge of your mouth from the day, quick to smear against her own. Impulse guiding her senses, the desire to touch you as you had implored.
Her hand met the back of your neck in a hurry, warmed against the cool of your flesh. Slipped beneath your collar, forced kisses that met anxious breath. Mangled and tantalizing. The press of her bed beneath her, the graze of your teeth against her neck. Begging, yearning, and desperate to captivate her. Desperate to hear her. To please, the slip of her kimono giving way beneath your touch. The desperate gasp, as you plunged her hands working against her breast. Her heart beat hammered against her rib cage, met the cup of your fingertips. The blush that captivated her features, brow met over clenched eyelashes. The puff of breaths, and seductive moans as she gave into your touch. The peek of her lavish jade eyes, tempting you to plunge deeper. To caress the peeks of her breast, eagerly awaiting your graze. To greet her nipples over hot breath, to feel her fingers through your hair, caught between desperate cries of the night. To feel her cupped against your own, a tangle of legs. To ruin her, to captivate her, to claim her as your own. For her to know the depths of your love, the love you had fostered over all these years. Years at her side, years listening to her dream of romance so unaware that you were always there, waiting. For her to know her own beauty, to bath in the devotion she desired, to prove to her that love had always been at her fingertips.
Her fingertips captivated your lips. Dutifully pressing the rouge against your features. Carefully averting her eyes, and lingered in a way that reminded you of that very night. Her eyes met against the floor. A forced smile, as though you were not familiar with her melancholy. As though you had not spent many years memorizing the many faces she wore, the masks when her heart was in ruin. That night, you had not pressed further. How your heart craved to do so, desperately longed to, but the memory of her tears upon your arrival had deferred your affections. Not like this, you had whispered to your heart. You had waited so many years for the woman you loved to return your affections, and at the first glimpse that she could harbor such for you as you had for her… not like this. You had told yourself. You had all the time in the world, you had reassured yourself and her. Tucked her into her bedding. Welcomed her embrace amongst the futons, cocooned in an embrace. Her head pressed against her breast. You had prayed that night, for the first time in how many years, you did not know. Did not know that the morning would break you. Did not realize that in the daylight, you would return to your home. Reminded of the duties of a woman of the era, blindsided by your family’s proposal of a matchmaker. Nor did you know that Mitsuri would vanish from your reach. A desire to find herself, her real self. To find a husband who could accept her the way you had. A hashira, her parents had beamed. So oblivious to the way you struggled to breathe, the break of your breath and heart that followed. Unaware that she had evaded your visits intentionally, fearful of what would become of her if she should meet your gaze. Much as she did now. The way her eyes drifted to your own. The smolder, the slight hush of a night shared between the two of you. Warm and inviting,
“You look beautiful,” the Love Hashira whispered as she finally met your gaze.
The hammering of your heart aching in a way that could shatter you. Her touch, distant and aching. Trembled finger tips against your lips. Her smile, forced and as bright as the day you had met her. The whites of her teeth exposed, quick to hush any lingering feelings and remove her touch from your own. As though putting up a divide between the two of you, desperate to push you back to your new moniker. Sister, the ache of your heart. Shattered. The tears that now threatened the corner of your eyes, and the sickening ache of your stomach. Shoulders that trembled against the weight of the white fabric. Delicately selected by your mother, she had sung praises of the Kanroji boy, Mitsuri’s disappearance had silenced your disposition. Snubbed out any fight you had left in your bones, only left to insist that you would not bear the bright coloring that some brides did in their joy. No, no you would not. For this day, the day when you would join the Kanrojis was that of mourning. The proof of your refuted love. The distinct hush of the women who had assisted your dressing dismissed and scooted out of sight, Mitsuri turning to bid them farewell. The patter of music, joy that claimed the Kanroji household. Welcoming a new family member, the joining of hearts. Hearts that you did not wish to meet. The furrow of your scowl, a victim to the era.
Mitsuri’s eyes found your own, forced her touch from you. Bit back the sob that threatened, bid herself to pretend that she could not see the tears that caught the corner of your eyes. Weighed against the fates, she had forced her smile. Bumbled reassurance that you were a very beautiful bride, her brother was so lucky. He was, that was true. A confession that she could find comfort in, she was not lying to you by any means. The force of conversation, anxious and nervous as the pounding of her heart. Becoming increasingly aware of the no longer still of your body. The tremble, and choke of a breath that was mangled by gritted teeth. Pressed against rouge that threatened to smear. The uchikake threatening to dishevel despite the pins that had secured it to your mane. The increasing realization that of all the days that you could stare at her in such a way. Demanding. Lingering. Begging. Pushed her gaze to meet the floor, fumbling for any excuse to leave your side. Turned to escape your gaze. Pinned to the place, her hand grasped between firm fingers. Stronger than she had remembered, but just as soft as the touch against her ample flesh that fateful night. The hammering of her heart, and the jerk of her cherry blossom strands caught to the wind. Her eyes wide.
Your shoulders trembled beneath her sight. Your grasp against her wrist, firm, clutching against her. The pit of your nails near threatening to break skin, all too aware of the hold you had on her. The lure of her heart claimed and the way her mouth dropped. Your still façade, shattered as a glass hair pin that had met the ground. Cracks across against your foundation. Broken and fragmented before her. The heave of your breast, threatened to fall apart before her. Shoulders that met your ears, the shake of your bangs beneath the owl and gritted teeth. “AM I NOT ENOUGH?” The croak of your voice, agony seethed into each word. Strained, gasped, anxious and trembling. Your hold unwilling to fold. Your voice ringing in her ears. The break of a façade you had borne throughout the years. As though a doll broken from rough play, fractured and traumatized. Crushed under the weight of expectations born of your parents, and splintered for the love you dared not utter. Desperately grasping the threads of a romance, you had long captivated, one that she could only return in the dead of the night or under the shade of hagi trees. Hushed gazes, lingering touches, ghosts of all you deserved. Love that should be expressed openly, warmly for all to see. Welcomed and cherished rather than shamed, blissful rather than burdened. Love that should nurture rather than refute… to know the warmth of another without shame was all that you deserved, and was all that she could not provide you with. She had fled your devotion, had wrapped herself in the denial of all she had yearned for, all that you had offered. Tucked away the shy Mitsuri Kanroji she had been, cloaked herself in strength and distance. Reassured herself that time would bring the both of you to your senses. Just as the day she had left her village without bidding you farewell, her resolve trembled. Weary as her fingers met the clasp of your hand at her wrist. Forcing the brightest smile she could manage, even if it meant having to lie to herself. You would be happy. Her brother, your husband was a good man, and he was capable of giving you everything she could not. He would not have to hide his affections. His love could be open and welcoming. As warm as the sun, and the sunflowers that meet their bloom. His adoration for you could be as shameless as the sunflowers that sought to bathe in the glow of the sun. Not like the shadows of a hagi bush.
“[FN], no.. sister,” she had paused. The word settling unfamiliarly and painful on her tongue. Resolved herself, steeled against the pain the shake of her heart meeting the deafening realization of your star-crossed love. Ill-fated. For her love, for proof of her devotion, she knew what she had to do to relieve you of the burden of her affections. To live a life embraced in love without fear. Her voice trembled, “I hope, you will have a very happy life together.”
Her words as sharp as the kaiken tucked into your sleeve. The dagger that was intended for protection clearly in adept to defend your heart. Rejection that rattled your heart, seized your bones. Heavy as your heart and burdensome. Her smile wide as the sun, warm and glowing. Something you had longed to press against, now forever out of reach. Never intended to be your own, nor to ever embrace her the way you had prayed for, that you had naively thought could be yours. The weight of your heart sunk to the floors. Your weight threatened to give way, the buckle of your knees trembling. The mourn of your chest, the desperate gasp for air. Mourning etched across your features, robbing you of joy. Robbing you of life, threatened your existence. Longed to be snubbed from the world, to give way. Trembling shoulders, eyes that floated over to the garden. To the maple leaves that would never touch. That would never love each other openly, torn asunder upon the ground. Fated to die in the arms of another to the hagi bush that knew only of your love, the love that you had to hide from view. Mitsuri’s steps heavy. She did not look back. Did not dare to. The growing realization that if she were to do so, she would break tradition. Shatter the security of your world. Threaten you to obscenities, and scandal. Victims of the era, nothing more than secrets tucked under the shadows of day, burdened by the depths of love that could not be returned openly. Only whispered in passing, destined to be shattered by the fates, and left in the cold of the soil. Unable to meet the light of day, nor bask in the warmth of another. A hagi bush that must love another, and it could not be claimed as her own. Nor would it ever leave her.
No, in another life, she would take you into her arms. She would run her fingers through your hair, to strip the cowl from your brow. To untuck your hair, to see the side of you that no other should claim. To wrap her arms around you, to spirit you away. A runaway bride, to call her own. It would be her to shout her devotion to the world, to live without fear of prosecution. Her to deny expectations of the epoch. To captivate her bride, to kiss upon the tears that threatened to fall, to captivate your lips without fear of being caught. To worship you in the light of day, to draw upon the envy of the sunflowers, who could never know such devotion. It would be her to share your bed, to know every face that you could make. Her name you would cry out in frustrated sorrows, her to deny your release, just desperate to see the cute begs you would plea in her touch. To press against you in away no other could know in the dead of night. Her touch you revered, adored, and begged for over and over. Her to be your undoing, the cause of not a shattered heart, but rather the distress of your undoing. To press into the depths you never revealed to another, to claim upon her own and the breath that escaped your parted lips. Her to feel your quivers, to lick the seat from your shoulders. Her name upon your lips, shamelessly declaring your bond. Her to greet you the morning after, aglow of the devotion you would reveal in night after night, day after day. To know the depths of her love, and drown in the abyss of devotion. Her life to share along side yours, forever embraced. But in this life, she could only dream of a love lost along the petals of a hagi bush, and turn her back on the girl who had claimed her heart, and that the era would never accept.
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List of all SDV and SDV:E (Stardew Valley: Expanded) Giftable Items
Horseradish
Daffodil
Leek
Dandelion
Parsnip
Cave Carrot
Coconut
Cactus
Banana
Sap
Large Egg
Egg
Milk
Large Milk
Green Bean
Cauliflower
Potato
Garlic
Kale
Rhubarb
Melon
Tomato
Morsel
Blueberry
Fiddlehead Fern
Hot Pepper
Wheat
Radish
Red Cabbage
Starfruit
Corn
Rice
Eggplant
Artichoke
Pumpkin
Bokchoy
Yam
Chanterelle
Cranberry
Holly
Beets
Ostrich Egg
Salmonberry
Amouranth
Pale Ale
Hops
Void Egg
Mayonnaise
Duck Mayonnaise
Void Mayonnaise
Clay
Copper Bar
Silver Bar
Gold Bar
Iridium Bar
Refined Quartz
Honey
Pickles
Jam
Beer
Wine
Juice
Clam
Poppy
Copper Ore
Silver Ore
Coal
Gold Ore
Iridium Ore
Wood
Stone
Nautilus Shell
Coral
Summer Shell
Spice Berry
Sea Urchin
Grape
Spring Onion
Strawberry
Sweet Pea
Common Mushroom
Wild Plum
Hazelnut
Blackberry
Winter Root
Crystal Fruit
Snow Yam
Sweet Gem Berry
Crocus
Red Mushroom
Sunflower
Purple Mushroom
Cheese
Goat Cheese
Cloth
Truffle
Truffle Oil
Coffee Bean
Goat Milk
Large Goat Milk
Wool
Duck Egg
Duck Feather
Caviar
Lucky Rabbit’s Foot
Aged Roe
Ancient Fruit
Mead
Tulip
Summer Spangle
Fairy Rose
Blue Jazz
Apple
Green Tea
Apricot
Orange
Peach
Pomegranate
Cherry
Bug Meat
Hardwood
Maple Syrup
Oak Resin
Pine Tar
Slime
Bat Wing
Rusty Blade
Swirl Stone
Solar Essence
Void Essence
Void Pebble
Void Shard
Void Soul
Fiber
Battery
Dinosaur Mayonnaise
Roe
Squid Ink
Tea Leaves
Ginger
Taro Root
Pineapple
Mango
Cinder Shard
Magma Cap
Bone Fragment
Radioactive Ore
Radioactive Bar
Ancient Fiber
Bearberry
Conch
Dried Sand Dollar
Ferngill Primrose
Golden Ocean Flower
Goldenrod
Green Mushroom
Four-Leaf Clover
Monster Fruit
Monster Mushroom
Mushroom Colony
Poison Mushroom
Red Baneberry
Salal Berry
Slime Berry
Rafflesia
Sports Drink
Stamina Capsule
Thistle
Void Root
Winter Star Ross
Dewdrop Berry
Aged Blue Moon Wine
Blue Moon Wine
Aegis Elixir
Armor Elixir
Barbarian Elixir
Gravity Elixir
Haste Exilir
Hero Elixir
Lightning Elixir
Pufferfish
Anchovy
Tuna
Sardine
Bream
Largemouth Bass
Smallmouth Bass
Rainbow Trout
Salmon
Walleye
Perch
Carp
Catfish
Pike
Sunfish
Red Snapper
Herring
Eel
Octopus
Red Mullet
Squid
Seaweed
Green Algae
Seacucumber
Super Seacucumber
Ghost Carp
White Algae
Stone Fish
Crimsonfish
Angler
Icepip
Lava Eel
Legend
Sandfish
Scorpion Carp
Flounder
Midnight Carp
Mutant Carp
Sturgeon
Tiger Trout
Bullhead
Tilapia
Chub
Dorado
Albacore
Shad
Lingcod
Halibut
Lobster
Crayfish
Crab
Cockle
Mussel
Shrimp
Snail
Periwinkle
Oyster
Woodskip
Glacierfish
Void Salmon
Slimejack
Midnight Squid
Spookfish
Blobfish
Stingray
Lionfish
Blue Discus
Baby Lunaloo
Bonefish
Bull Trout
Butterfish
Clownfish
Daggerfish
Dulse Seaweed
Frog
Gemfish
Goldenfish
Grass Carp
King Salmon
Kittyfish
Lunaloo
Meteor Carp
Minnow
Puppyfish
Radioactive Bass
Razor Trout
Seahorse
Sea Sponge
Shiny Lunaloo
Snatcher Worm
Starfish
Torpedo Trout
Undeadfish
Void Eel
Water Grub
Dwarf Scroll 1
Dwarf Scroll 2
Dwarf Scroll 3
Dwarf Scroll 4
Chipped Amphora
Arrowhead
Ancient Doll
Elvish Jewelry
Chewing Stick
Ornamental Fan
Dinosaur Egg
Rare Disc
Ancient Sword
Rusty Spoon
Rusty Spur
Rusty Cog
Chicken Statue
Ancient Seed
Prehistoric Tool
Dried Starfish
Anchor
Glass Shards
Bone Flute
Prehistoric Handaxe
Dwarvish Helm
Dwarf Gadget
Ancient Drum
Golden Mask
Golden Relic
Strange Doll
Strange Doll
Prehistoric Scapula
Prehistoric Tibia
Prehistoric Skull
Skeletal Hand
Prehistoric Rib
Prehistoric Vertebrae
Skeletal Tail
Nautilus Shell
Amphibian Fossil
Palm Fossil
Trilobite
Emerald
Aquamarine
Ruby
Amethyst
Topaz
Jade
Diamond
Prismatic Shard
Quartz
Fire Quartz
Frozen Tear
Earth Crystal
Alamite
Bixite
Baryite
Aerinite
Calcite
Dolomite
Esperite
Fluorapatite
Geminite
Helvite
Jamborite
Jagoite
Kyanite
Lunarite
Malachite
Nepunite
Lemon Stone
Nekoite
Orpiment
Petrified Slime
Thunder Egg
Pyrite
Ocean Stone
Ghost Crystal
Tiger’s Eye
Jasper
Opal
Fire Opal
Celestine
Marble
Sandstone
Granite
Basalt
Limestone
Soapstone
Hematite
Mudstone
Obsidian
Slate
Fairy Stone
Star Shards
Fried Egg
Omelet
Salad
Cheese Cauliflower
Baked Fish
Parsnip Soup
Vegetable Medley
Complete Breakfast
Fried Calimari
Strange Bun
Lucky Lunch
Fried Mushrooms
Pizza
Bean Hotpot
Glazed Yams
Carp Surprise
Hashbrowns
Pancakes
Salmon Dinner
Fish Taco
Crispy Bass
Pepper Poppers
Bread
Tom Kha Soup
Trout Soup
Chocolate Cake
Pink Cake
Rhubarb Pie
Cookies
Spaghetti
Spicy Eel
Sashimi
Maki Roll
Tortilla
Red Plate
Eggplant Parmesan
Rice Pudding
Ice Cream
Bluberry Tart
Autumn’s Bounty
Pumpkin Soup
Super Meal
Cranberry Sauce
Stuffing
Farmer’s Lunch
Survival Burger
Dish’O’The Sea
Miner’s Treat
Roots Platter
Triple Shot Espresso
Seafoam Pudding
Algae Soup
Pale Broth
Plum Pudding
Artichoke Dip
Stir Fry
Roasted Hazelnuts
Pumpkin Pie
Radish Salad
Fruit Salad
Blackberry Cobbler
Cranberry Candy
Bruschetta
Coleslaw
Fiddlehead Risotto
Poppyseed Muffin
Chowder
Fish Stew
Escargot
Lobster Bisque
Maple Bar
Crab Cakes
Shrimp Cocktail
Ginger Ale
Banana Pudding
Mango Sticky Rice
Poi
Tropical Curry
Squid Ink Ravioli
Mushroom Berry Rice
Big Bark Burger
Flower Cookie
Frog Legs
Glazed Butterfish
Grampleton Orange Chicken
Mixed Berry Pie
Baked Berry Oatmeal
Void Delight
Void Salmon Sushi
#Mistakes have likely been made and I will not be fixing them so just reply to the post with any corrections#sdv#stardew#stardew valley#sdv:e#sdve#stardew expanded#stardew valley expanded#giftable items#sdv items#sdv gifts#sdv gifting#long post
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The Lost Boys
Favorite Colors
David
Black obviously
But he also enjoys a good forest green
The kind of guys who wants all of something when he likes it hence the full body outfit
At some point he dyed his hair black
Never did it again bc max said he liked it
Used to wear a forest green leaf lapel
Paul
Loves blue
Baby blue is his favorite
He wanted to make his jacket baby blue but didn’t want to look that different to the other boys
Sometimes he’ll wear a blue crop top though
Stole Gave laddie blue blankets when he first turned bc he was crying and blue makes Paul feel better
Marko
Like a jungle green
If he wants to feel smart he tells future victims it’s hunter green to see if they can pick up on his clues
They never do
In his human life his walls were painted green and it’s one of the only things he remembers about his house
Painted designs on one of the cave walls in green
He steals buys patches with a lot of green on them to save
He doesn’t use them most of the time
He thinks they need to be for something really good
Only time he ever used some was for his jacket
Dwayne
Likes black a lot & only Moss green beats it
It reminds him of the rocks from when in his human life he and his little sister would go to a river and play until the sun set
Sometimes if he takes laddie to the nearby river and scrapes moss to take home
Tells laddie how to identify the different bugs, fish, and animals around the river
Laddie
He wants to be like as many of his big brothers as possible so it’s green
Tends to go towards the lighter shades though
Lucy buys him a pale green teddy bear his first birthday after everything is over and he loves it
Named it D bc he was missing Dwayne that day
Star
Surprisingly it’s black
She just doesn’t like how it looks on her
Even though she’s stunning in it
Her second favorite is wisteria purple
Michael
He has 2 favorite colors
Wine red
Ocean blue
When he was 5 he got upset when he had to wear anything that wasn’t these colors, neutrals, black, or white
He and star probably name 2 daughters Wisteria & Ocean (fuck the sequels I don’t like em)
Lucy makes jokes with him about how she may be a hippie, but at least she didn’t go through with the names
Lucy
She’s a simple gal who loves pastel pink
It was her first and only favorite color
If she had a daughter she would name her Rose bc it reminders her of pink
Almost got to name Sam Jared but her ex refused when he learned it meant pink in Hebrew
Please someone give her a bouquet of pink roses she deserves it
Sam
He gives yellow vibes
I have no idea why but it’s yellow
Specifically sunflower yellow
Had a yellow stuffed dog he slept with every night until he was 12
Started sleeping w/ it again bc of nightmares after the attack on the house
He wouldn’t admit it but he really likes Marko’s jacket
Was half tempted to go back to the cave and look for it but chickened out
Edgar
He’d say some dumb shit like the blood of vampires
Last time I checked though vampire blood isn’t royal purple
His sheets are purple
Weirdly embarrassed about it?????
Alan uses this to get him to do his chores
“If you do the dishes I won’t tell Sam you wear lavender sleep pants”
Alan
Turquoise
If you ask he says teal but that’s just bc he can’t remember the difference
Buys people gifts and wraps it in turquoise wrapping paper bc he thinks it’s good luck
Somehow he’s gathered a large collection of turquoise socks
Will keep comics with a lot of turquoise on the cover even if he doesn’t like the book itself
Max
Blood red
He just says red if you ask bc he doesn’t want there to be any clues of his vampirism
Bought Thorn a red collar even though he barely uses it
Grandpa Emerson
Yellow
He doesn’t really care about specifics but Amber yellow always catches his eye
He got happy when he learned Sam also likes yellow bc barely anyone else he knows does
Buys Sam a yellow TV for his 16th birthday even though it just ended up in the living room
It reminds his of him wife & Lucy bc they were always so happy
He also likes orange a lot bc it reminds him of Lucy
#tlb 1987#tlb#the lost boys paul#the lost boys dwayne#the lost boys marko#the lost boys#the lost boys sam#glb tlb#the lost boys max#the lost boys star#the lost boys david#the lost boys hc#the lost boys 1987
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We have another Kickstarter! The first custom beads made from Xan's designs went really well, and we are excited to show off the acorn and moth designs next!
The acorn is all one piece, with indents to create the textured top. It is strung through the top of the cap down to the base, so it hangs correctly.
The moth has several potential color combinations depending on how the kickstarter goes, including a Luna moth and a Rosy moth!
These will add to the morel mushroom and moon phase beads Xan designed and worked with a beadmaker to bring to life!
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[Image ID: Video preview showing designs of ArtisXan's fidget chewelry. From left to right, there are two necklaces, one is a moth with brown wings and a light brown body, the other is a brown acorn. They are on brown corn with darker brown small circle bead bases. Next are three keychains, each with three beads. The first is a dark green leaf, a brown-winged moth, and an acorn on a brown cord with gold hardware. Next is a yellow sunflower, acorn, and light brown morel mushroom with darker brown details on a brown cord with gold hardware. Last is a pale crescent moon, a moth with light green wings, and a silver circle bead with moon phase designs circling a sun, on a silver cord with silver hardware. Finally are two pens. A brown pen with brown and silver detailing, with a light brown sunflower bead and a brown-winged moth bead over the grip, and a brown pen with green and silver detailing with a small green circle bead and an acorn bead over the grip. /id]
#artist#neurodivergent#queer owned business#actually autistic#small business#kickstarter#fidget chewelry#chewelry#moth#moths#acorn#morel mushrooms#mushrooms#moon phases#moon#artisxan
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Hey! It’s me again, encouraging you to back another Kickstarter that I meant to tell you about weeks ago!
Some of you may remember me talking about a kitsune plush campaign back in...October or so? Well that was successful, and now the artist has a part 2!
Before I make this a long post, I’m going to post the l ink to the KS and just encourage reblogging if you even like what you see (I’m not forcing you to, of course-I’d just like to see it spread around). I’m a big fan of the artist and a huge fan of kitsune, so...yeah.
To the Kickstarter
Let’s look at the designs!
(Under cut for length, but I encourage looking!)
[image ID: a photograph of Silva, The Leaf Kitsune. They’re a creamy yellow color with green accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have a leaf mark on their forehead and hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a photograph of Ellios, The Blue Spirit Kitsune. They’re a light blue color with white accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have a diamond-like mark on their forehead and a flame mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a photograph of Serenity, The Kitsune of Light. They’re white with golden yellow accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have a halo-like on their forehead and a spiral mark on their hind leg. They also have pale blue wings with golden yellow embroidery. /End ID]
[image ID: a photograph of Baal, The Kitsune of Darkness. They’re black with red accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. The inside of their ears and the embroidered lines of their eyes are orange. They have a flame-like mark on their forehead and a moon and star mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a photograph of Cyrus, The Sun Kitsune. They’re a bright orange color with yellow accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have a series of circular marks on their forehead and a sun mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a photograph of Radio, The Uranium Kitsune. They’re a bright green color with yellow accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have an atom symbol on their forehead and and nuclear symbol on their hind leg. /End ID]
I’m particularly a fan of Ellios, Serenity, and Baal (I unfortunately can’t get all of them this time for financial reasons, and in fact have only order 2 of those 3). There are, as before, also keychains and enamel pins available of each kitsune. There are also 3 stretch goal friends:
[image ID: an illustration of Flora, The Flower Kitsune. They’re a soft pink color with rose accents on their paws and ears, and blue, orange, purple, rose, and green tips on their nine tails. They have a tulip-like flower mark on their forehead and a three-flower mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a illustration of Hina, The Sunflower Kitsune. They’re a deep brown, nearly black color with golden yellow accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have ray-like marks on their forehead and a sunflower mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
[image ID: a illustration of Nova, The Star Kitsune. They’re a soft yellow color with pale blue accents on their paws, ears, face, and nine tails. They have star marks on their forehead and a falling star mark on their hind leg. /End ID]
I would personally really, really love to see Flora unlocked, because she looks perfect to have in an art space (and my art space is an unfinished basement with concrete walls and poor lighting so I could really use the pop of color okay).
It’s working a little different this time, with all six main designs unlocked at 12k, but instead of pledging for a number of plush, you pledge for a specific plush (say, Radio) and then select any others you want as add-ons (so you might select the Serenity plush add-on, Silva pin, ect.).
At the time of posting (6/18), there’s 7 days left, and the artist is less than 2k away from her goal. I can vouch that I love the original batch (and if you didn’t get any of the original batch, you can select them as add-ons too), and am excited to see this new set.
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#mine#my photography#wild flowers#flowers#nature photography#nature#tall goldenrods#pale leaf sunflowers#yellow aesthetic#yellow flowers#my edits#gardening#my garden#garden#gardens#photography#photo journal#yellow#photo dump
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You all name this poem
Pixar inspired this tonight
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In the boundless tapestry of the human soul,
Emotions weave, each playing its role.
A symphony of feelings, in shadows and gleams,
Let me paint for you life's emotional dreams.
In dawn's soft hues, where the sun takes flight,
Joy emerges like a morning's first light.
A butterfly's dance, a songbird's trill,
In laughter's echo, hearts find their fill.
Yet, beneath the radiant sun's warm embrace,
Lurks sorrow, veiled in a somber grace.
A wilting rose, its petals kissed by rain,
In tears, we face life's inevitable pain.
Love, a mystic dance of souls entwined,
Like constellations in the night, divinely aligned.
A quivering leaf, touched by the gentlest breeze,
In love's sanctuary, hearts find their ease.
But anger brews in the stormy skies,
A tempest fierce, where lightning flies.
A dormant volcano, now awakened and loud,
In anger's fire, emotions are unbowed.
Fear, a shadow cast upon the moonlit ground,
A chilling wind where whispers abound.
The trembling leaf in autumn's cold embrace,
In fear, we confront the unknown space.
Surprise, a shooting star in the night's vast dome,
An unexpected guest, finding its home.
A sudden bloom in a desert so vast,
In surprise, life's mysteries are cast.
Anticipation, a seed in fertile soil sown,
A whispered secret, yet to be known.
A bud, still closed, in the morning's light,
In anticipation, dreams take flight.
Yet, disgust curls its lip in disdain,
A bitter herb in the field of grain.
A tarnished mirror reflecting flaws,
In disgust, judgment sharpens its claws.
Confidence, a sturdy oak in the tempest's wrath,
A lighthouse guiding ships on their path.
A mountain peak that touches the sky,
In confidence, we learn to soar and fly.
Loneliness, a solitary bird in flight,
A lone wolf beneath the pale moonlight.
A distant star in the vast night's sea,
In loneliness, we search to be free.
Contentment, a tranquil lake so deep,
A secret whispered, emotions asleep.
A sunflower basking in golden sunbeams,
In contentment, we find solace in dreams.
Emotions, like constellations in the vast expanse,
Each a story, a fleeting dance.
In this cosmic ballet, we find our part,
Humanity's emotions, a masterpiece of art.
Anxiety, a storm that rages within,
A relentless tide, where worries begin.
A heartbeating drum, out of tune with the day,
In anxious whispers, peace slips away.
Depression, a heavy cloak of endless night,
A labyrinth where hope takes flight.
A wilting flower beneath the weight of the dew,
In depression's shadow, the colors fade from view.
Embarrassment, a blush on the cheeks' soft hue,
A moment misspoken, a laugh askew.
A butterfly caught in a gust of wind,
In embarrassment's dance, confidence thinned.
Hope, a candle flickering in the darkest hour,
A beacon of light, a blooming flower.
A sunrise after the coldest night,
In hope, we find the strength to fight.
Pride, a soaring eagle in the endless sky,
A victory won, a battle cry.
A mountain peak, kissed by the morning sun,
In pride, life's adventures are begun.
Guilt, a heavy chain around the heart's soft core,
A haunting echo of actions gone sore.
A ghost that lingers, refusing to depart,
In guilt's cruel grasp, redemption may start.
Curiosity, a key that opens the mind's closed door,
A quest for knowledge, an ever-expanding shore.
A child's wide eyes, a scholar's yearn,
In curiosity's flame, the desire to learn.
Gratitude, a gentle rain on the arid soil,
A whispered thank you, a heart aboil.
A starlit night, a moonbeam's gleam,
In gratitude, life becomes a cherished dream.
Awe, a mountain range beneath the cosmic sky,
A universe unfolding, asking us why.
A newborn's first cry, an artist's masterpiece,
In awe, we find our wonder will never cease.
Nostalgia, a sepia-tinted photograph in hand,
A journey back to where life's roots stand.
A childhood song, a lover's sweet kiss,
In nostalgia's embrace, we reminisce.
Emotions, like threads in life's grand tapestry,
Each a note in a vast symphony.
In this mosaic of feelings, we play our part,
Humanity's emotions, the language of the heart.
#female writers#my writing#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#writers blog#poetry#poet#original poem#poems on tumblr#poets on tumblr#poetic#poems and poetry#life poetry#original poetry#poetry blog#spilled poetry#poets blog#poetsandwriters#poets and poetry#poets corner#poetry and poems#poetry and quotes#poetry and prose#my poems#poems and quotes#poemsbyme#seraphinastardust
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🙤 Unusual OC Associations 🙧
Thank you very much @greypetreltrel for tagging me into the fun! I always enjoy these sort of aesthetic memes. I'll use this as an excuse to do both the Tabris siblings - poor Ceral hasn't gotten enough love lately.
Annnnd tag - you're it! for: @heniareth, @siriskulksnerding, @oxygenforthewicked, @blarrghe, @m-m-m-myysuranaana, @scarletinkthelibrarian and anyone else who would like to play. As always no pressure, but if you do please tag me, I'd love to see your answers. : 3
Seasoning:
Revka - Cinnamon and cloves, garlic and basil. Simple, common, but no less versatile.
Ceral: Fresh mint, lemon, strawberry vinaigrette. Light, hints of sweetness layered with strength.
Weather:
Revka - A cold, crisp rain during the first days of proper fall. The world is draped in a hazy grey, dark puddles gather on the cobblestones like rippling mirrors. The warmth of a fireplace is welcomed, and the warmth of a lover's embrace before it divine.
Ceral - A lazy summer day in a field beneath a warm sun. The sort best spent lounging in the shade of an old gnarled tree with a book on your knees and a cold drink in hand.
Color:
Revka - The pale blue of forget-me-not petals in glass.
Ceral - The golden yellow of sunflowers in their prime.
Sky:
Revka - The horizon in the last minutes before sunrise. Darkness cast in a halo of brilliant orange and red, promising a brighter day to come.
Ceral - A wash of the most brilliant blue as far as the eye can see, dappled by cotton candy clouds. The wind is constant but gentle, making them dance and shift as they glide across the sky.
Magic power:
Revka - Fire cast in wide, wild plumes. Deadly and dangerous to the caster as much as the target of their rage.
Ceral - The otherworldly glow of magic drawn from another plane. It is molded to suit the caster's will to help, to heal, undoing the damage of a cruel world.
House plant:
Revka - A snake plant. Hardy and able to survive in elements far less than ideal, but will thrive if only given the chance.
Ceral - A croton. Colorful and lively, the simplicity of it's appearance does not diminish the unique patterns found on each leaf.
Weapon:
Revka - Two mismatched steel daggers, plain and old but well maintained despite the stains buried in the leather wrapping their handles.
Ceral - The body itself cast in a brilliant, blinding glow of white gold and silver, all but the most basic features obscured. Shadowed behind the enormity of a power which once lifted cities into the sky.
Subject:
Revka - Home economics and P.E. - an elective variant based in self defense.
Ceral - Botany, chemistry and the arts.
Social media:
Revka - Pinterest for recipes and embroidery patterns. Reddit when she needs a target for her anger.
Ceral - Instagram selfies and pictures of him with flowers or frozen smoothies. Tumblr for shenanigans and fucking around with friends. Tinder when he wants to fuck around in a different sense of the word.
Make-up product:
Revka - The basics. Dark mascara and kohl eyeliner. Lipstick in a classic red.
Ceral - Eyeshadow palettes in every color imaginable. A glittery, fuck gender vibe.
Candy:
Revka - Homemade caramels topped in sea salt, red hots cinnamon drops
Ceral - Chewy saltwater taffy in every flavor imaginable, dried fruit dipped in dark chocolate
Fear:
Revka - The weight of deep, dark waters forcing air from your chest. The loss of those you did everything to protect, only to find your efforts made worthless as their blood spreads across your desperate hands.
Ceral - The loss of the self. Becoming a shell of what you wanted - what you were destined - to be as the sunlight in your eyes is smothered to a dull, empty sheen.
Ice cube shape:
Revka - A simple, classic cube
Ceral - Hearts and stars
Method of long distance travel:
Revka - An old pickup truck on dirt roads, the windows down and music playing softly as the tires leave trails of dust floating in their wake.
Ceral - A passenger cab on a cross country train with a seat by one of the large pane windows. It passes through the mountains and fields and offers ample opportunity for day dreams.
Art style:
Revka - Expressionism, its deep colors saturated in the emotion of the moment
Ceral - Fauvism, fluidity and movement outside of what is perceived to be real but recognized all the same
Mythological creature:
Revka - The Banshee; a shrouded figure seen wandering the fog at night dressed in green, who sings and wails the sorrows of hardship and loss brought upon her house. An omen heralding hardships to come.
Ceral - A nymph of the forest and cool water springs, the embodiment of nature as a source of peace, healing and pleasure.
Piece of stationary:
Revka - A leather bound journal filled with the most precious, secret thoughts of its owner, sturdy but beautifully made with a simple strip of blue ribbon marking its pages.
Ceral - The chaos of a well loved, well used field journal filled with hastily jotted notes, scribbled drawings and the musing of someone who takes their craft seriously - but not necessarily themselves. There are countless doodles, tea stains and bent pages within.
Three emojis:
Revka - 🗡️🔥🪡
Ceral - 🌻🩹✨
Celestial body:
Revka - The Moon; constant, unassuming, but always present and able to be relied on no matter how much it waxes and wanes.
Ceral - The Aurora Borealis; a glimpse into the sheer power surrounding us all that is not always seen, as beautiful and awe inspiring as it would be deadly, if not held in steady, capable hands.
#revka tabris#ceral tabris#my ocs#aesthetics#this was a lot of fun to mull over and put together!#thank you very much for the tag again : )
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artfight attack of the lovely dunn keyes for @glassgob !!
[id: a half-body marker drawing of dunn keyes. she is has brown skin and chin length hair dyed purple and green, with two green buns on the top of her head. she is smiling at the viewer. she wears a flowy pink dress with a pale green built-in corset. she wears sunflower earrings and a purse shaped like a leaf. in the background, a stylized wreath of flowers surrounds her head.]
#dunn keyes#blaseball#artfight#boston flowers#jason arts#had sm fun drawing her ... her design is just so lovely wah
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