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You can’t fight Trojans if you ain’t cute!
In other news, I learned Greek soldiers often curled their beards before battle
#patroclus#achilles#patrochilles#patchilles#I can't decide whether to shade this#like the practice woudl be good probably#viscaria draws
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hey guys guess what. its etho tuesday >:D
featuring a fancy etho i drew during @shepscapades ‘s stream :D
#seta art :)#he's got a little viscaria tucked behind his ear because i cannot stop drawing etho with flowers#i hope you all enjoy this + also more etho content coming soon >:)#etho#ethoslab#ethoslab fanart#hermitcraft#hermitcraft fanart#ALSO GO LOOK AT SHEPS FANCY ETHO AND BDUBS DRAWING IT MAKES ME INSANE /POS#etho tuesday
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did a quick drawing of my oc, viscaria vega, with this color palette here! @color-palettes is such a godsend with their posts
✔️ reblog || ❌ repost
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The child has a name now! That's exciting! Can we have a proper introduction?
Viscaria, the chaotic daughter and princess of the Overworld. While she will mainly man the Overworld in the future, she will also take care of Kinoko Kingdom. She has Sapnap’s fire powers, Big Q’s wings, and the ability to see into the future thanks to Karl’s time powers.
Big Q found her egg in the End, an ender egg that had fiery markings instead of the usual purple markings. He took care of the egg while visiting the other realms, introducing it to a very confused Sapnap and Karl. They would trade off who would babysit the egg, where they would babysit it, and when. It wasn’t until it was Sapnap’s turn to babysit did she hatch and it was a good thing too. He was in the Nether and the egg may or may not have exploded into a fiery column of flames.
Sapnap was taken aback by the soul fire but he muscled through it and managed to carry a wailing Viscaria away from the flames. He was mildly panicking and BBH had heard the commotion and came to check what was going on. BBH began cooing and babying Viscaria trying to take her from Sapnap’s arms to have a chance to hold her. This caused her to bite his hand and BBH only laughed and talked about how Sapnap did the exact same thing.
He managed to get Viscaria adjusted to the Nether while he calls in Big Q and Karl for some help. She’s immediately gnawing on everything including Quackity’s wings and Karl’s growth.
(Meanwhile, Techno in the background is planning how to create a new anarchist.)
Idk what she would look like though. kajhdfsaklsdjf i bet she has Sapnap’s and Quackity’s hair in the sense it’s prone to being messy almost all the time. While I think as a child she had shorter hair, she eventually grew it out. She probably has Karl’s multicolored eyes (I have yet to draw them oops).
Much like her fathers, she is assigned a bodyguard. The daughter of the Overworld general was assigned to be her future knight. They quickly become friends and let’s just say a few feelings spark in the future.
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More of a warm up, I've been meaning to draw other characters apart from mine with the body gardens and well...Had to do Duelist first!!
Try to hurt any of the people that the flowers represent and war might fall on you
the viscarias and hyacinths are on their right arm
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"And when a man is trying to change, it only causes further pain..."
This is "Helpless Dancer" by The Who.
And you lose your head. Good going, Vaati.
Yes, this is another obligatory headless Vaati picture. What is this... Like the fifteenth time?
But, yeah... I realised I hadn't ever attempted to do a washi tape drawing with scrapbook paper as the background before...
So, I tried to.
And now I've got a headache.
Also, the flower that is tucked into Vaati’s belt is the viscaria flower, which in the Language of Flowers means, “Will you dance with me?”.
Mainly, I found a whole bunch of old-fashioned flower stickers and wanted to use them, and this was the first thing that popped into my head: just remove Vaati's head.
...Will he ever win?
#the bard of light rants#vaati#minish cap#the minish cap#the legend of zelda#drawing series the many portraits of vaati#the who
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Longing for you to notice the burning love in my heart.
#raine draws#traditonal art#Drud#Viscaria#Drew#coloured pencils#pen art#ink#inked art#progress drawings#flower language#flower representation#camellia#pink camellia#longing for you#pink camellia flowers mean longing for you#Miraculous Ladybug relationship style#Drew loves Haven but she doesn't#Viscaria loves Drud but he doesn't#neither have met the civilian part as heros#but this is pretty accurate#I'm actually extremely thrilled how this came out#...#at the cost of my hand aching#fingers and wrist#it still aches#pencil sketch
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I'm Drawing Flower Motif Mandala and Language of Flowers. This is Mandala with Viscaria. The language of flowers is "passion .
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I’m new to the fandom but I’ve heard through the grapevine you write Finn/Ezra/Hunter. With the prompt Viscaria please?
Viscaria - Dance with me
Note: In my WTNC continuity, Dasha Redthorne and Telaris Vayet (and @kindervenom’s Reed Forthwright) exist in the same universe, and get up to Shenanigans together.
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Ezra waves after a grinning Dasha as August leads her, to absolutely no one’s shock, in the direction of the wine merchant, then turns back to Telaris. “So,” he says, tilting his head back to meet her gaze head-on. “Where to next?”
He’s rewarded with a sliver of a smile, which he’s learned is Telaris’ version of Dasha’s grin. Not just that, but a softening of the eyes, and a loosening of the shoulders. It’s hard to imagine Telaris out of her armor, even when she’s wearing a coal-black dress with a deep green cloak over it, but he thinks it starts like this: with a smile, and softer eyes.
“Where do you want to go?” she asks. “You are my guide, after all. Though — one request.”
“Oh?” He thinks he knows where this is going.
“Let’s skip the wine, for now.” She glances toward the booth, where August is just now handing a cup to Dasha. She beams up at them, and they almost smile back — which is the first real surprise of the evening, because Ezra was a firm believer August had stopped smiling about five years ago.
“Deal. But let’s get some food. There’s a lovely pastry chef somewhere in here, you’ll love their almond twists.” Before he can think better of it, Ezra slips his arm through Telaris’. She stiffens a little, startled, but relaxes when he gives her a gentle smile.
You sweet thing, he thinks, while she maneuvers them through the crowd, at least half a head taller than everyone around them. When was the last time someone told you you were beautiful?
He doesn’t want to wander down that path too long. The night air is crisp and full of spices, everyone is laughing, and Telaris moves so gracefully in her long black dress his chest warms every time he glances at her. A red curl tumbles out of her bun as he watches her, and he carefully tucks it back without a word.
“Well, well,” says a familiar voice, the smirk loud and clear. “Now this I could get used to.”
“Finnegan,” Telaris replies. Ezra does not analyze how he feels when he realizes how tall they both are, and how pleasant it is to have them on either side. “Are buttons going extinct? Or do you just like reminding everyone you’re a vampire?”
“Be nice about the buttons,” Ezra says, nudging her in the side. “Their story’s a tragic one, and Finn here is suffering.”
“I’m in agony, Telaris, over the plight of the buttons.” Finn rakes his gaze over them in turn. “You look wonderful,” he says, to both, and to either. “Good enough to —”
“Careful, Willenheim might hear you.” But Telaris is smiling now, and drawing Ezra closer against her side, and suddenly the warmth in Ezra’s chest flows between all of them, the air growing rich and dense with possibility.
Ezra should not be thinking these thoughts in public. Ezra probably shouldn’t be thinking these thoughts anywhere, but they’re both so beautiful, both of them warm-eyed and unspeakably fond as they look at him.
Don’t be selfish, Ezra Lyon. Don’t you dare.
“I did have a question, so it’s good neither of you seem upset at being interrupted.” Finn leans back against a tent pole, his mouth quirked up on one side. “Someone told me our fair Hunter likes to dance.”
Telaris tosses her head, but Ezra catches the quick, soundless oh as she does. “And is that someone a certain Hunter who isn’t known for thinking ahead? Or at all?”
“It’s okay,” says Ezra through a laugh. “You can say Dasha.”
“Dasha did tell me.” Finn grins, all fang. “Now, Telaris Vayet. Whenever you can bear to be parted from Ezra, will you indulge me?”
She looks at both of them, something thoughtful stirring in her hazel eyes. “I think I will,” she says, carefully, an invitation and a test. “If Ezra will indulge me with the dance after that. And,” she adds, before either Finn or Ezra can say anything, “if you two indulge yourselves after that.”
Ezra and Finn share a look, lightning-struck. It’s too much to see Finn so open again, so hopeful, but Ezra doesn’t look away.
“Yes,” he says, the warmth between them doubling, tripling, enough to turn winter to spring. “I’d like that.”
#hippee's drunken drabbles#wtnc#Finnzra#Finnegan Kazimir#Ezra Lyon#Telaris Vayet#beefic#missmeggo929#for reference: Telaris is like six feet tall and wields a greatsword#she's perfect
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Carnation Red, Lilly-Of-The-Valley, Camellia White, Rose Red, Tulip Red, Viscaria
❀ Floral Expressions ❀
It was the first time anyone had ever gifted her with flowers, if you could believe it. In all of her 22 years of dalliances with fine florals and all things blossom, never once had she been the recipient of something so vibrantly poignant. It’s stunning for lack a better word; a kindness that conjures an emotion so raw and visceral it had brought tears to otherwise sparkling eyes. “Do you really mean it?” Aerith asked, as if it were a lie. As if she were somehow unworthy of such a powerful and visceral sentiment, especially from someone as unashamedly perfect as the off duty First.
It was a declaration of love, a passionate and lyrical symphony composed of multiple floral notes ; each eliciting a different emotion as they plucked at her heart strings one by one. Doubt gave way to joy when at last she smiled, teary but content at her finely cultivated treasure. There was only one response fitting for such an admission; a response that takes little effort and next to no hesitation on her part as she shortened the space between them, fingers hooking into criss crossed belts to draw him down and close for a singular, life affirming kiss.
It’s hardly chaste, but not carnal either - just something warm and sincere, laced with longing and gratitude in a way that sits comfortably on her tongue. It’s a return of the sentiment, a silent admission all of her own, weighted only by a breath shared and the promise of a bright and blinding future. “Thankyou.”
I love you too.
#I'm getting too soft for this now.#fond dreamy heart eyes tbh#giftofthegodess#; autumn leaves && apple blossom dreams || - {GENESIS} — s. giftofthegodess#q.
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Blooming tea, sugar, and Darjeeling!
blooming tea: favourite flower?
Oh boy, I like a lot of flowers, um. I've narrowed it down to orange mums and blue viscaria
sugar: tell me about your first crush
I really don't remember-- when I was younger I used to get crushes on literally anyone who was ever remotely nice to me, lol. Uhm, but the first time I ever liked someone to the degree that I actively daydreamed about them was this dude I knew in middle/high school, who was into like. comics and shit, but he was also sporty? So he was this weird nerd-jock combo, I guess, but just very sweet and cute :/
darjeeling: a hobby?
Oh I have lots! Obviously reading and drawing. I also play piano and bass. Recently picked up cross stich, but idk if that'll stick. I kind of write a little bit, too
#asks#anonymous#i would talk about my first girl crush but that was only 2 years ago and is frankly embarrassing to think about#anyway rip jon he's a trump supporter now >:(
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Wanted to try my hand at a younger Patroclus
#patroclus#hades game#fan art#viscaria draws#originally he was a modern AU one?#thus his hair ahahahha#tsoa#the song of achilles#the iliad
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@incorrect-kujo asked:
Alstroemeria, Gladiolus, Orchid, Rose (red and orange), Sweet-Pea, Viscaria
Floral Expressions | Accepting
Well, this had certainly been nothing short of surprising, the vampire's front practically overwhelmed with the substantial offering of blossoms and florets that were held out abruptly before his eyes. He would look up directly towards their curator, recognition spinning its steady flame to otherwise foreboding hues. Indeed, he recalled the youth's brooding features and acutely overwhelming stature clearly, a faint tug now playing on his brow as he once again looked down to the abundance offered up to him. How odd, this certainly wasn't the everyday occurrence, much less from still such a fresh face. Collected, calm -- a gloved hand would reach languidly back to smooth over the nape of the Egyptian's neck.
"Hm --"
So many intricate shapes and colors, all pertaining their own tales and beauty that awaited Vanilla's rightful plucking from their unspoken vigil. Without another moment of haste, he would finally lean forth, either palm retrieved to clutch neatly around the bundled stems -- careful, steady.
"Aren't you just the sweetest thing?"
He hummed the perhaps reputably unfitting words for the other, glancing once more down towards the bunch to draw in the scent of their mingling, syrupy flesh. Intoxicating for a fleeting instant. He would show no uncertainty, nor suspicion to the gesture, his mind taking it with smoothed ease.
"They're beautiful. I'll be sure to cherish each of them."
#incorrect-kujo#Spirit of Emptiness - [ ic. ]#Please Excuse Me - [ Asks. ]#tHASA LOTTA DAMAGE#joot bless!!
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AkiRen Week Day 2 Part 1: Working Hard
Okay, now that I’ve caught up it’s time for the stuff I wrote for today.
@akirenweek Day 2: Let’s Start the Game!~
“Ravage them, Queen Mab!” Blue fire and a roar of lightning answered his call as Mab materialized behind him. The Shadows before him crumpled and Ren grinned. “With me!” On command, Ryuji, Yusuke, and Makoto leapt to his side. Blades flashed as they finished off the Shadows. When the dust began to settle, Ren adjusted his gloves with a devilish smirk. “The show’s over. Good work, guys.”
“Hmph. Child’s play,” Yusuke commented, sheathing his katana with a satisfied smile.
Ren laughed, knocking his hip into Yusuke’s as he walked past him back to the Mona Bus. “Alright, alright. Back in the Pussy Wagon. We’ve got to find the next platform.”
Morgana whined loudly as he opened the door. “How many times have I told you not to call me that!”
His protests fell on deaf ears as Ren slid into the driver’s seat, took the wheel again and headed down yet another tunnel of Mementos. Was it just him, or did it all start to look the damn same after a while? It felt like days by the time they made it to the next impassable wall and had to turn back. How many damn levels were there now? Too damn many, that was for sure. And Ren had the sneaking suspicion that they weren’t even close to reaching the bottom.
When they got out of the Metaverse, they scattered as usual, Ren walking Futaba home before heading to LeBlanc. There was still time left in the day, but the Metaverse always exhausted him. It occurred to him that perhaps if he stopped trying to do everything on his own just to keep his team safe that wouldn’t be a problem. But that was a thought best saved for another time. Right now he had things to do. They were running low on funding, and he had already scheduled himself for a shift at the flower shop in the underground.
So he called Kawakami. He didn’t particularly care for the fact that she always had to wear that ridiculous maid outfit, but she insisted on it. Briefly, he wondered if she had a kink or five, but he very quickly put that thought from his mind. He really didn’t need to be thinking about the potential kinks of his homeroom teacher, thank you very little.
Even with that, having her around was something of a solace. After what she had risked for his sake, and how much she had told him of herself and her past, she was one of the few adults in his life that he honestly felt he could trust. Even moreso now that he no longer had to lie about being a Phantom Thief. He could tell it worried her, especially on days like today when she saw fresh cuts and bruises from his fights in the Metaverse, but he always assured her that he could handle it. And he could. Everything would be fine.
After assuring her that he was alright for close to the twentieth time that night, Ren finally bid her goodbye and grabbed his bag again. Sojiro had already gone home for the evening, so he made sure to lock LeBlanc behind him and headed for Shibuya. The subways were packed as usual. Honestly, did this city ever stop? Why were there so many people in one place all the time? Sometimes he really did miss the emptiness of his hometown in Kansai.
Fortunately, the flower shop offered him no small amount of solace. He had always liked flowers, and being able to work even in a small shop like this never failed to make him smile. He greeted Hanasaki with a bright smile, set the Mona Bag down in his usual corner, grabbed his apron, and got to work. There were a couple of orders for custom bouquets that he needed to work on, and it allowed him to distract himself from everything else that needed to be done within the next few days. What was that saying? No rest for the wicked?
In all honesty, he hadn’t noticed the time going by as fast as it was until Hanasaki tapped him on the shoulder to tell him that they were closing for the day. Ren gave a bright smile and nodded before pausing. “Actually, there was something I wanted to ask you about.”
Hanasaki smiled right back, a little knowingly. “Another bouquet, Ren?”
A sheepish laugh, his hand moving to the back of his neck. “You know me so well.”
The brunette girl giggled, a hand covering her mouth. Honestly, she was kind of cute if Ren thought about it. “Alright, alright. Go ahead and make the arrangement. I’ll take the necessary amount out of your paycheck today.”
Ren beamed and nodded. “Thank you so much.” He turned back to the flowers on their shelves and put a hand to his chin, thinking. A soft smirk came to his lips as he began picking a few flowers out and putting them into one of the vases they had for sale.
Morgana poked his head out of the bag and tipped it to one side. “Who is this one for, Ren?” He didn’t get a response at first as Ren hummed in thought. White Camellia, Pink Hyacinth…. There needed to be one more. “Ren?”
“Hm?” He glanced over at Morgana, eyes lighting up when he saw one of the flowers next to the Mona Bag. Viscaria. Perfect. “Oh, this is for…” He smiled softly, a devious flicker in his eyes that was very Joker and not very Ren. “A challenge.”
“A challenge?” Morgana sounded skeptical. “Who are you challenging?”
“Oh, nobody in particular.” Ren’s tone was light and airy, and he hummed as he finished arranging the flowers and putting water in the vase. Finally, he grabbed a card from the stack and sketched a very quick drawing. He was no Yusuke, but with as often as he had drawn this same symbol on the blackboard at school, how hard could it be to replicate here, really? He attached the card and accepted his pay from Hanasaki before leaving.
On his way home, he stopped by a courier’s, handing over the vase and a few thousand yen. “I need this to get to Detective Akechi Goro down in the precinct.” He smiled brightly, an echo of said detective’s own Princely Smile. “It’s from a good friend.”
Morgana immediately started yelling at him once they were clear of people “What are you thinking?! If that get’s traced back to you, we’re going to be in big trouble!”
Ren only laughed. “I know. But don’t worry. There’s a reason for what I did.”
Morgana glowered at him. “I hope you know what you’re doing.”
A wicked smile, wide and so much like the one he always wore in the Metaverse. “Hyacinth for ‘play’, White Camellia for ‘adorable’ or ‘admiration’, and Viscaria: ‘Will you dance with me?’.” A self-satisfied hum left him as he unlocked to door to LeBlanc and headed upstairs. “There’s no way he won’t know that.”
“Which means he’ll go looking for the one who sent it!”
“I hope so.”
“…You’re nuts.”
Ren had to laugh. “You didn’t know that already? Welcome to the party, Morgana. We’re all mad here.”
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Lil Viscaria inherited the :] face lol
AJKDSFALKJS WAIT HOLY SHIT SHE DID I DIDN’T MEAN TO DRAW HER WITH THE :] EXPRESSION PFFFF
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Raven Viscaria, the Emotion-Eater
Age: 18
Birthday: 9th Week of Fall
Height: 5'8"
Weight: 165 lbs
Academic Ability: Your head is always in a book.
Athletic Ability: Your head is always in a book.
Blood Type: 0
Favorite Foods: Emotions, Tea, and Chocolate Cake
Fun Fact: You're an Excrucian Mimic, but you don't know it!
Arc Traits: Bindings (Wounded Angel) 0
Storyteller (Creature of Delirium) 1
My Experience: Raw Emotion
My Curse: I am an accidental byproduct of a botched Flower Rite.
Skills:
Bookish 3
Fashionable 1
Tea-Making 1
(Superior) Vampire 3
(Magical) Deviant Science 2
(Magical) Necromancy 0
Bond: I have a library in my head, and can access it in my dreams. 2
Affliction: I command the dead. 0
Emotion XP: Relief Upon A Reveal
Chibi-Quest: Basic Quest (15 XP): Memories of Happier Days
There’s something you just have to live through, day by day – the violent death of your parents. And there’s something—some experience—that helps mark out those days. There is something that draws your attention when this quest casts its shadow or its light upon your life. You can earn a bonus XP towards this quest at any time (but only once per scene/15 minutes) by directing attention to this experience. This usually relies on a specific catch phrase— in your situation, "The moon is beautiful tonight."
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