#🌿 (thistle); ask

[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.

[memento-mamu]

🌿🍒 - Gabriel V2

send “🌿🍒” (or "mistletoe") for my muse's reaction to standing under a mistletoe with your muse  ♡

Gabriel hadn't gotten the joy of having a cold, or wintry Christmas. It was always warm summery days during this time of year in Australia. To say that the ex-drifter was in full holiday swing was an understatement. In the kitchen trying his hand at American dishes, he'd asked for Henry's help hanging some decorations- a box of thistle, and miscellaneous other items in a box. Of course, this was his beloved's home, and things, so there was no inkling of what all was in the box.

Of course, being fully occupied by food, Henry has to call for Gabriel to pry away from the kitchen counter to see the work in putting everything up. "Oh- babe it looks great." Soft blue hues cast over to where his beloved is standing, and a broad grin lifts to his features;"Now why didn't I suspect?" A laugh airs as feet carry him over;"You might get a taste of holiday cookie.. but if you insist." The tone is playful, and flirtatious, but there's no lingering. With doughy hands, they are loosely held mid air just below the shoulder as he leans in to kiss his beloved with a soft, happy hum. "Merry Christmas baby. Now, come help me in the kitchen before I stuff this finger in your nose." He holds up the chaos that are his hands, joy still resting on his visage.

[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.

[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.

[multiimistakes]

“   Affection is disgusting. Drown me in it. ” — Breck

Thistle was exhausted and, if he knew Breck, so was he. There was a restlessness about them, though. Exhausted but unable to do much else besides engage in some sad version of parallel play-—more of an emphasis on the 'parallel' and less on the 'play'.

The Southerner had just stifled another yawn, head turning lazily to Breck. Thistle doesn't really get where it comes from or any intentions behind it. He just sits up some and gives the other his attention. Thistle didn't need much of anything from Breck in terms of explanations; if he wanted something, Thistle was usually happy to oblige without many questions (unless, of course, it was something that involved Breck's general well-being. Then Thistle had LOTS of questions.)

❝ Yeah, okay. What kinda affection y'want me to drown you in? ❞

[multiimistakes]

[ TEND ] — Breck + Thistle ( Wattpad au )

[ TEND ]: sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

Whatever the fuck Thistle was to this band, he was pretty sure his duties did not extend to this. Not to jumping into the middle of a brawl and certainly not patching up the lead guitarist afterwards. He was supposed to help with set up and take down, sound checking. Hell, getting them fucking snacks and coffees or whatever the fuck those sorts did. Very normal, very expected assistant-esque tasks. If this wasn't a metal band, he'd have expected a nice little ear piece and an asshole haircut too.

❝ Not gonna tell you how to run your shit but...maybe you ought to have somethin' about this in the goddamn contract. ❞ not that he was the sort to up and run after one little scuffle. He sported a split lip and a tongue he'd bitten after receiving a stray blow, but was otherwise unscathed. Some ice and maybe some time not running his mouth would do him good.

He sucked his lower lip between his teeth in concentration as he applied a butterfly strip bandage to a cut above the man's brow, flinching at both the sharp taste of copper and at the sting that reminded him he indeed had fucked his lip up.

❝ Be glad y'don't wear nothin'. Grease paint n' shit is killer on open face wounds. I mean, sweat in this puppy and it's still gonna sting like a mother but...could be worse. ❞

[multiimistakes]

caress — Breck

❛   caress .   gently  caress  my  muse’s  face .

Thistle loves Breck's hands. He likes fiddling with them, likes holding them, likes them touching him. They're always warm on his face, comforting. They do, however, manage to fizzle out whatever rant or tangent he'd been in the trenches with.

The Southerners lips part from the soft but sudden caress and he blinks a bit owlishly. ❝ Was I ramblin' too much again? Or...❞

[multiimistakes]

I am making a mental list of those who are snickering, and even as I speak I’m preparing appropriate retribution. (Flynn/Thistle)

Initially, his expression says it all, his silence speaks volumes. The Southerner blinks a few times-—less like a deer stuck in the headlights on a road and more like a deer wondering what the fuck the car was doing in the middle of its goddamn woods.

He looks around, sniffs, sets his menu down, and then leans in just a bit. ❝ Hey, no offense but...what the fuck? ❞ the waitress passes by and he tosses a fleeting smile until her attention is draw elsewhere.

❝ It's a small diner, dude. People are just having conversations. No one's fuckin' uh...laughing at you. And mouthing off weird ass threats are how you get beat down into a ditch on the side of the highway by a bunch of fuckin' truckers pissed off at their life and the shitty diner food they just shoved down their gullets. ❞