#🌿 (thistle); ask

[southrnweed]

❛ i don't have time for distractions right now. ❜ - billy

Thistle grins. A shit-eating, crooked grin. It's smug and amused like he's just been given the opportunity to say 'I knew it!' a million times over. ❝ Oh, I see. I'm a distraction now, huh? ❞

He's still good about keeping his distance, carefulness ran as thick in his veins as anything. A cautious child grown into a calculating adult. Still, he buzzes with giddiness. An otherwise reserved and withdrawn man suddenly all bright-eyed and interested.

❝ See, you've fucked up already. You're thinkin' of me enough that you've got me upgraded to distraction up here. ❞ he taps the side of his temple. He shakes his head, whistles low.

❝ Darlin', you're right good and screwed. Y'better make time or make peace with the fact I just may well end up hauntin' you even if we end up avoidin' each other. ❞

[multiimistakes]

❛  even the simplest of touches from you is driving me insane.  ❜ — Breck

❝...Yeah? That so...? ❞ it's low, rumbled against the man's ear as hands are steady at work smoothing up and along the expanse of a back. He's wrangled Breck into his lap, taken to letting his hands roam without much else; he'd kept strategically out of reach for any initiation of any sort of kiss.

It was a little mean, sure. Riling Breck up meant admissions like this though and Thistle did so love when he got him to speak so plainly about the matter. ❝ How insane? What's on your mind, sugar? Lay it on me. ❞

[columba1234]

Oliver Thistle 💚🕊🎻🌿 & Cherry Thistle ❤️⚔️🎸🍒

Music boy and Mercenary girl Oliver: violin and musical prodigy and nerd, serious and stuck-up on the outside but insane and rebellious on the inside. He is introverted, creative, disciplined and passionate about becoming a singer, conductor and violinist but hates being king (or anything related to leadership outside of conducting in general,). Oliver panics easily, is a perfectionist, and can be inconsiderate to others' needs. But if somebody asks him anything about music and violins in general; he would be delighted (but not to those ain't practising) . He's a waistcoat enthusiast like his great-grandfather (Victor - Oliver is Granpapa Thistle but more recessive and needs to be awakened lol)

Cherry: polar opposite of Oliver: laidback, not serious on the outside but is on the inside, aviation and ladybird nerd. Sporty and a natural warrior (she even has one as a pet and rides it as her "motorbike". And that ladybird later to be revelaed to be one of the canon characters in BAHLK, but wait and see) .She loves to rule and be the leader, extroverted and not as disciplined as her brother. Unlike Oliver who usually follows rules, Cherry likes to break them. She's not as stuck-up and perfectionistic as Oliver

Both of them are equally stubborn and competitive lol.

Their personalities can (and will) change in the development in my AU thought so treat it as a snapshot of the process.

[alistairsprayerwarrior]

welcome to my fandom containment zone

Do I guess it’s no longer strictly a DA tumblr 😭

This blog is a WIP so I am still working on setting up OC pages, writing/art tags, etc.! Bear with me. :>

Please don't hesitate to shoot me an Ask! I love Asks! My OCs and their ships: 🌿🧀 Sereda Cousland/Alistair Theirin (A Tale of Two Wardens) 🥔🦁 Evelyn Trevelyan/Cullen Rutherford (In My Arms Lies Eternity) 🪕🐻Melyth/Halsin (throwing them in, just because 🫠) 🐺👮‍♂️Imogen Cameron/Dominick "Call Me Sonny I Brought Zeppoli" Carisi (Rises the Moon)

And ofc an original novel I've been working on called THISTLE & BLOOD, a historical fantasy!

I also run a Dragon Age Discord server (with a hint of BG3!) called the Return to Camp!. We are a wonderful group of creatives who are unhinged about our ships/OCs/favs.

[askdarkeningpathway]

Hello! Please read this:

Hi! Mod Olive (aka Nox) here! this blog may not be that active, but I'll try to post. This is an ask blog for my Warriors ocs, which can include my main oc Slatewisker (if you want to talk to her, tho she's techically me lol). I will not respond to any asks that make me uncomfortable. Responses will probably be in art, text, or maybe animation or animatics. All chatcters on the list that are open for asks will have a "*" next to their name & gender (though my main oc Slatewisker will always be open for asks).

Emojis meaning

-[]//✨ StarClan (dead)

-[]//🌑 Dark Forest/Place of no stars (dead)

-[]//💫 Tribe of Endless Hunting (dead)

-[]//❓ Unknown Residence (dead)

-[]//🌫️ Ghost (dead, no clan, known location)

-[]/❔ Unknown Residence

-⚡️ ThunderClan

-🌲 ShadowClan

-🌊 RiverClan

-🌾 WindClan

-🌳 SkyClan

-🐾 Rouge

-🩸 BloodClan

-🍃 Loner

-🧶 Kittypet

-🪨 Tribe Of Rushing Water

-🍂 The Ancients

<↓ my own things ↓>

-🎯 "DartClan"

-🐦‍⬛ "The Sundown Place Cats" (based off vikings)

-🌿 "AspenClan"

-🌌 "NightClan"

<↓ other, from books ↓>

-🩹 Med. cat

-🌟 Leader

-🪵 Deputy

-💥 Warrior

-💚 Queen

-🌙 Meditator

-🪶 Kit

-👑 Elder

- [🩹/💥/💚/🌙]||☘️ Apprentice

-🕸️ Exiled

-🕷️ Self-Exiled/Ran away from Clan

-🌄 Healer

-🔺 Cave-Guard

-🔻 Prey-Hunter

-♦️ To-be

-��� Kit-Mother

(my guesses or something??? ↓↓)

-⛈️ Leader (No clan)

-🌧️ Deputy (No clan)

-❌ Guard (No clan)

-🪐 Non-Cat

-💝 Friendly Non-cat

-💔 Agressive Non-cat

-❤️‍🩹 Neutral Non-cat

WARNING: This Blog will include the following...

Blood/Gore

bones/skeletons

angst

And maybe more to be added...(?)

Character list (may be updated)

Echo 🧶//✨ [M] *

Fox-tail ⛈️/🩸 [F]

Bloodclaw ⚡️//❓ [F]

Ghost 🍃 [F] *

Exileeye 🕸️//❓ [M]

Fadedtail 🕷️/🌑 [M]

Riverleap 🩹/🌊 [M]

Raccoon & Serpent 🐾 [F & M]

Tilt 💝/🍃 [F]

Kelsey 🐾 [F]

Gorsepaw 💥||☘️⚡️//❓ [M]

Hermit 🌫️ [M]

Tumblepaw 💥||☘️🌲//✨ [M]

Alantisstar 🌲||🌟[F]

Flint 🍃 [M]

Sparrow 🧶 [M]

Holly 🧶 [F]

Ember 🌙🧶 [F]

Flame 🧶 [M]

Firebug 💥🌲 [F]

Stagkit 🪶🌲//✨ [M]

Fadingglare 💥🌲 [M]

Ash 🐾 [F]

Chester 🍃 [M]

Jack Flash 🧶 [M]

Dodge ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Pounce 🍃 [M]

Sniffer ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Howler ❤️‍🩹 [M]

Mudsnow 💥🌊 [M]

Coppercry 💥🌿 [F]

Copper ❌🩸 [F]

Clockwork 🌧️🩸 [F]

Dart 🎯⛈️ [M]

Thistle 🎯🌧️ [M]

Scooter 🍃 [M]

Trey 🍃 [M]

Cinnamon 🍃 [F]

Flake 🧶 [M]

Frostbite 🐾 [M]

Rosepatch 💥⚡️ [F]

Batty 🧶 [M]

Webby 🧶 [M]

Soot 💔 [M]

Skunk 🐾 [F]

Ash 🐾 [F]

Galaxy-Star 🌌⛈️ [F]

LarkStar 🌟🌊 [F]

AspenTwist 🌿//❓ [M]

Yeah... there's alot.

Anyways, I hope this little ask blog is enjoyable! It's my first time doing one! Oh and a few of the characters are not cats (four of them)

[redahlia-writes]

Hi 😊 hope you’re having a good day so far!

I have the following asks for the writing ask game: 🍄 🐠 and 🌿. Not forgetting 🐥 of course

@thelightsandtheroses

hi sweets! thank you <3 same goes out for you

🍄 name a song that represents your mc

oh this is hard — for lamia (sorry, baby) it's probably man! i feel like a woman by shania twain; for camila (you make loving fun) maybe edge of seventeen by stevie nicks; the reader in lover, you should've come over is based on a few songs from the grace album by jeff buckley. i feel like i could go on for ages 🥹 i make playlists in my head for each character i write tbh, so if there's one specifically you want to ask about go ahead!

🐠 author who inspires you

mary oliver. whenever i'm stuck on something i always go back to upstream

🌿 who is your favourite character you've ever written?

that's like asking me who my favourite child is. ouch. i love them all equally, but, that being said, kara'vhipir from the rockrose and the thistle/wild blue yonder was probably the one i enjoyed writing the most

ask me!

[chispas-and-broken-bindings]

overgrowth, wind, birch? pls + ty

Thanks for the ask @thistle-and-thorn

overgrowth 🌿 - what’s a fact about yourself you’ve never had the opportunity to tell?

pffff….I am very gregarious and I have no shame, so I can’t think of any facts about myself that I’ve never had the opportunity to tell. But one that often surprises people, given my personality I guess, is that I don’t give a shit about being independent. I don’t really value it. It’s never been a priority to me. I think very very highly of myself and my own capabilities, but I also have no shame in relying on others. I value being embedded in a complex web of relationships that keep me tethered to the people and institutions in my life. I expect things from the people in my life, just like they expect things from me.

wind 🌪 - what music do you normally listen to?

I have very eclectic taste in music, but I wake up every day to a Spotify playlist that I titled “In the Mood for Love”, and I think it’s a great way to begin each day:

Cucurrucucu Paloma - Caetano Veloso

Yumeji’s Theme - Them from “in the mood for love” - Shigeru Umebayashi

Crazy - Patsy Cline

Sway (Quien Sera) - Dean Martin

Every Day Will be Like a Holiday - The Sweet Inspirations

I Hope That I Don’t Fall In Love With You - Tom Waits

Cheree - Suicide

All or Nothing - Small Faces

Homesickness, Pt. 2 - Tsegue-Maryam Guebrou

I’m Confessin’ (That I love You) - Thelonious Monk

Solitary Daughter - Bedouine

I know (feat. Fiona Apple) - King Princess, Fiona Apple

Hope She’ll Be Happier - Bill Withers

Baby Where You Are - Mountain Man

Tezeta (Nostalgia) - Mulatu Astatke

Saudades das Selvas Brasileiras - Heitor Villa-Lobos, Nelson Freire

birch 🌳 - what’s something you’re proud of?

Lately, I've been feeling very proud of my husband. He works very hard at a difficult job where there is no one else to fall back on when things go wrong, and yet he really thrives on this type of responsibility.

He deals with chronic pain, yet chose a very physically demanding career. He takes a lot pride in his work and he's meticulous about doing the job right. He never rests on his laurels and remains forever curious about the things he's passionate about and loves to share that passion with others. Twelve years in and I still feel like I have so much to learn from him and he still surprises me with the things he says and the depth of his emotions on certain subjects. I don't think I'll ever understand how his brain works...so I'm proud of him and I'm also proud of me for making the bet on him that I did back when I knew absolutely nothing about what I was getting myself into.

[southrnweed]

"You’re way too comfortable flirting with me, considering everything." -- Dilf!Billy

Thistle initially can offer nothing more than a vague gesture, arched brows. Like, 'oh no-—you caught me. What am I supposed to do here, man?' sort of vibes. But then he pauses, lifts a hand to jab an index finger at the man.

❝ Not true. I'm never too comfortable doin' anything. In fact, I'd wager it's the opposite. ❞ just an absolute ball of discomfort from the cradle and likely to the grave.

He licks his lips, tosses his head back for a moment. He doesn't so much groan as sighs noisily. What a fuckass situation. It was so ridiculous he could only really laugh about it in that bitter, manic type of way, waltz through it with the attitude of a man who didn't know how else to navigate it. I mean, seriously. What sort of karmic bullshit was this...

❝ Y'know, kind of waitin' for the 'fuck off and die' still so...❞ he couldn't even argue the flirting. It wasn't intentional, sure. But he couldn't just confidently say he hadn't been flirting subconsciously, because he was falling back on some old habit and dynamic that just likely wasn't there anymore.

[southrnweed]

❛ i don't even remember why we started fighting. ❜ — Kenny

❝ See, I don't either-—but we didn't disengage or agree to disagree or dramatically make out or nothin' and pretty much all those windows of opportunity or whatever have up and closed and now it's just sorta fuckin'...awkward. ❞ he shifts in his seat, looking more disgruntled over this newly discovered fact that anything that might have gotten him riled up in the argument he couldn't even recall the core topic of.

❝ S'like when everyone leaves a party but you and one other dude and it's like...well, I can't just leave but I don't really know what the fuck to say to this dude either and so you just sit there sippin' your shitty beer you've held onto for way too long 'cuz you need SOMETHIN' to do with your fuckin' hands...and it's just some major uncomfy shit. ❞ he gestured between the two of them.

❝ Kenny, we're the two dudes who stayed behind after the party died. ❞

[southrnweed]

sour cherries and a stolen hoodie.

Children were greedy. Children were MEANT to be greedy. Being greedy was part of growing up, part of those few years of whimsy and innocence where you were allowed to be clumsy and foolish and little greedy brats who thought of nothing but toys and candy and fun and adults were meant to just shake their heads and carry on. The world did not afford children much, but it was meant to afford them innocent vices like that. 

Children were meant to be greedy and yet some were born into homes where that was a punishable offense. Or, often, just not feasible if one intended to live a remotely quiet adolescence. Thistle had not grown up starving but he had learned that adults got mean when money was tight, that the bite from a parent when he or his sibling had dared to ask for something as simple as a candybar at the checkout lane stung more than any literal one. Enough bites and you learned to stop asking and then eventually you learned to stop wanting. 

The thing about lost childhoods was that the adult always scrambled to get them back. A child taught to not want became an adult who didn’t know how to indulge in moderation. A child not allowed his pinch of gluttony never learned any semblance of temperance that wasn’t forced.

The first thing Thistle had done with his first big boy paycheck was buy an entire pound of sour cherry gummies. He’d bought an entire bag just for himself and he’d sat in his beat down pre-owned car, in his (newly) ex’s hoodie, and he’d eaten that entire bag. His mouth had been worn absolutely raw and he couldn’t look at a good majority of candy for months after. But there’d been no one to tell him no. To tell him it couldn’t be afforded, that he didn’t need it, that there were more important things money needed to go towards, that his frivolous and childish wants weren’t important or to be acknowledged.

[southrnweed]

you can’t fight dudes who are 5’3”, you gotta have a pillow fight. -- Salem

❝ I think it's a matter of perspective. What IS height, really? I've met some men in that range that have acted very tall. Do they not deserve to be treated as such? ❞ an all around long-winded and fluffed way of Thistle very much implying he fought indiscriminately in terms of opponent heights.

❝ Frankly speaking, I adhere to the Under 6'0ft rule. Which I am, mind you. ❞ by one inch, dear readers. ❝ T'way I see it, that makes it perfectly moral to throw down with a short king. ❞

[multiimistakes]

❛  there's nothing you can do to make me stop wanting you.  ❜ — Breck ( with an extra serious face. He hopes.)

Thistle reacts in the only way he knows how when faced with such a serious proclamation-—he jokes. It's usually a kneejerk reaction and Breck's experienced it plenty before, has also experienced the inevitable acceptance and actual reaction that followed; Thistle 'oh, wait. That's not how a normal person should react. Let me try again' approach after the fact.

❝ Well make it a challenge, why don'tcha? ❞ is what he says initial, his lop-sided grin present but not entirely confident. It's a big thing to hear, even bigger a thing to let sink in and acknowledge.

He licks his lips as the smile fades and the rational part of him settles in and he knows it's not a good reaction. It was a certain hell to live in to be so aware, to see things so logically. Often times he felt like a parent trying to correct and control and unruly child-—the unruly child being his own emotions and poor bottling habits.

❝ That's...really sweet, man. Ditto. I uh...yeah. Same. ❞

[multiimistakes]

"If you have any questions, please do not consider contacting us." — Breck

Thistle was not the most tactful when it came to people. He wasn't the guy you wanted as a spokesperson or anywhere near social relations. With Breck, it wasn't exactly uncommon for Thistle to take up plenty of roles he would have otherwise not have settled into himself.

He cast a glance to the man and then the flabbergasted couple and his lips parted and then closed. The Southerner mumbled a curse under his breath and dug into his pocket clumsily for an old gas station receipt and plucked the pen he tried to keep on him out of one of his pockets.

His cell number was scribbled hastily and he handed the scrap paper over. ❝ What he means is uh...no questions about anything not directly pertaining to us and our shit. Y'got, y'know...Google for everything else. Or the Ghostbusters or what-the fuck-ever. But if you or whoever needs somethin' freaky checked out...-—y'can reach out. Text only though. No calls. I won't pick up. ❞

[multiimistakes]

"You are such a little goblin." — Ridley

Thistle was casual about it, hand slipping free from the drive-by pocketing he'd done of the palm-sized geode. He scrunches his nose at the younger and makes a show of looking at a thrifted lamp.

❝ It's a fuckin' rock, Rids. Don't be a fuckin' cop about it. ❞ his gaze flickered inconspicuously to the front desk via the the stupid corner mirror at the owner who was engaged in some passionate conversation with an asshole in a red cap.

❝ That Back The Blue cuck up there has that covered already. Hell, I'd pocket more if I wore a better jacket for it. Might just knock some shit down on our way out. Fuck if we'll be back in this area anytime soon anyway. ❞ he knocked his shoulder into hers, turned his voice down to a more conspiring level.

❝ I so fuckin' am though and that means my rock collection is the absolute tits. Shit's packed up in a box though next to old Yugi-Oh! collection. I'd offer to show you but you'd get really jealous, It's, like, a really good collection. ❞

[multiimistakes]

mark ( Bite at the juncture between neck & left shoulder ) — Breck

❛   mark .   leave  a  mark  on  my  muse’s  body  [ specify where ] .

Thistle doesn't try and keep up with how they end up in what position or situation at this point. For someone who was usually so huffy about sudden happenings, he was a very 'go with the flow' sort of individual when the sudden happenings were caused by Breckin.

He's ended up with the fellow vlogger in his lap, one of his own hands slipped between strands of dark hair, cupping the back of Breck's head while he-—

❝ Dude, are you vampire bitin' me? ❞ and why was it kind of hot?

[multiimistakes]

you're blocking out your traumatic memories. — Ridley

❝ No, pretty sure I'm not. Pinky promise. I can tell you shit in grisly detail my lil' six year old self ought to have not held onto. Hell, even the weird n' wacky shit I can recite down to what I was feelin' in the moment. And I know you keep pushin' that. The spooky shit. Regardless, it's all just fine and intact up here for better or worse. ❞ he tapped the side of his head.