#* chamomile : open *

[abstractfrog]

that doesn't sound right but i don't know enough about receiving valentines to dispute it

[bethdehart]

Chamomile Fox Adopt

Drawn on stream. A soothing presence is a chamomile fox.

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[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

days where i have nothing to do: ohhhh im so sleepy im so so tired no one is more eepy than me

nights where i have to wake up at a set time: I Have Never Been More Awake In My Life

[sunshincwitch]

Open starter

Location : park bench, late evening

Cham left work at the end of her double shift dead on her feet, a trash bag full of day old pastry in one hand and a large iced coffee in the other. She made her way to the park, settled on a bench and told herself she was just going to shut her eyes for a moment before heading home… and then she woke up an unknown amount of time later surrounded by crows the bag of pastries torn apart, croissants and sweet buns scattered on the ground.

Simultaneously she became aware of two things : firstly that she was being watched not only by the crows but also someone much more human in appearance, and secondly that one of the crows had gotten brave and was creeping up her leg towards the iced coffee she had managed to hold onto even in her unconscious state.

“Not for you!” She shouted, sitting up with a start and causing the crow on her to slide off with an awkward squak. At the disturbance all the crows took flight, some of the younger ones trying to bring the bread with them, their flight patterns chaotic as they struggled to stay aloft.

Cham was left in melodramatic despair, the remnants of what was supposed to keep her fed for days spread out around her and realising too late the crow had taken her straw with them as they made their escape. “Even the straw? What the fuck man!” She called out after the retreating birds as she contemplated just laying back down on the bench and sleeping until her next shift started in 8 hours.

[llondonfog]

[rainesol]

Considering doing an ask thing where you can ask about a random scenario and I’ll tell you if Harriet considers it good or bad [table] manners because she considers herself the standard. (Her manners aren’t great, but if you tell her that, she gets heartbroken)

@tixdixl @cyanide-latte @the-trinket-witch @thehollowwriter @elenauaurs

@emiensr

[rubyrkgk]

Flavor Scouts - Set 1, 2, 3

Reuploads of a character design series I was doing of retro-style food gijinkas

[Commissions] [Carrd] [Soup of the Day]

[peppermint-moss]

Warrior cat oc design commissions from June!

commission info || ko-fi (tip jar)

[khaleesiofalicante]

Hii I just wanted to tell you that your stories are all beautiful. And while yes, Arthur's death made me very sad, I think that was the point. It just makes sense in the story. He will be missed <3 And his last POV was very beautifully written and the emotions were really there if you know what I mean. I like stories that make the readers feel things and I think you did an amazing job of that! You're an amazing writer 💛

[cookieofearthbread]

"Do you want a cup of tea?"

[firstwcman]

family: doing fine. no need to sleep. : )

lilith:

( encyclopedia of herbal medicine - 550 herbs and remedies for common ailments )

[cherrydott]

Apparently. I have a fenton voice sometimes, made aware from a family member

[whimsyprinx]

i need to learn to like, let things go and get over them

[trans-ruffboi]

Chamomile is a storyteller that knows nothing, a conversationalist that doesn't understand people very well, and a slaughterer that begs people who never listen to them to kill them if they go too far

[sunshincwitch]

Chamomile Greensmith : Open starter at the Masquerade 3/4

She was consumed by watching others, awareness of herself and her body in space severely limited. With a sudden jolt she finds herself crashing into a waiter, or the waiter crashing into her she isn’t sure. But she stumbles, tries to catch herself or the glasses that are falling and the glass shatters against her hand, slicing through the skin of her palm like paper.

Blood immediately wells up in the wounds, dripping down her wrist, threatening to spill onto the floor and she bites out a curse, looking around for anything to staunch the blood before she attracts too much attention. Eyes darting side to side she tried to find an exit, unsure if her head is spinning from the blood or the alcohol when she feels the unmistakable presence of someone standing over her.

[rainesol]

Twst oc meme dump (2)

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