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my-witchy-journal · 5 years ago

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✨ Some Herbs, Flowers and Plants in Witchcraft✨

ALLSPICE: increase energy, love, healing, luck

ANGELICA: protection, purification

Benefits for health: improve digestion

ARTEMISA: dream divination, clairvoyance

AZUCENA: sentimental improvement, progress, peace

BASIL: economic success, money, prosperity, peace, protection, happiness, purification, tranquillity, love

BAY: fosters loving vibrations, protection, wards off negativities in a home, success, wisdom, divination

BAY LEAF: protection, purification, healing, strength, good fortune, money and success

BIRCH: protection, purification

BLACK PEPPER: protection, courage

CALENDULA: happiness, prosperity, love, psychic power, harmony

Benefits for health: treat skin irritation (like eczema, bruises, scars, scrapes)

CARAWAY: protection against negativity, health, mental abilities, fidelity

Benefits for health: antitheft

CARDAMOM: passion, sex, intimacy

CARNATION: cosmic energy, magic, disease, protection, strength energy, luck, healing

White: peace, healing

Red: sex, love, passion

Yellow intellectual movement

Rose: disappearance of disagreements

CHAMOMILE: brings love, healing, relieves stressful situations, prosperity, peace, healing, harmony, happiness

Benefits for health: sooth stomach problems, calm headache, calm nerves

CHICHWEED:

Benefits for health: astringent, cooling (topically), demulcent, relieves itchiness

CINNAMON: aphrodisiac, passion, love, luck, prosperity, success, raises spiritual vibrations, purification, energy, healing, protection

Benefits for health: antimicrobial, aromatic, astringent, mild stimulant, relieves wind

CLOVE: protection, purification, mental ability, healing

COFFEE: intellect awakening

COMFREY: health, healing, protection during travel, prosperity

CUMIN: protection spell

DAFFOIL: luck, fertility, love

DAISY: love, flirtation, hope, innocence

DANDELION: divination, interaction with the spirit world, wishes

Benefits for health: bitter tonic, diuretic, liver cleanser, mild laxative

DILL: good fortune, tranquillity, prosperity, lust, protection

ELACAMPANE: protection, luck, dispels negative vibration, plant spirit communication

EUCALYPTUS: health, healing

FENNEL: longevity, protection, healing, purification

GARDENIA: harmony, healing, love, peace

GARLIC: protection against evil eye

GERANIUM: protection, happiness, mental clean up, fertility, love, healing, courage

GINGER:

Benefits for health: fight cold, calm stomach, suppress nausea

HAWTHORN:

Benefits for health: antioxidant, heart tonic, lowers blood pressure, relaxes blood vessel

HIBISCUS: divination, dreams, love and lust

HERBABUENA: money, prosperity

HYACINTH: love, happiness, protection

INCENSE: Spirituality

IRIS: wisdom, valour, peace, harmony, love

IVY: protection, healing

JACINTO: overcoming old pains of love

JASMINE: divinatory dreams, sexuality, moon, feminine energy, seduction, sensuality, love, meditation, spirituality, harmony, prosperity

LAUREL: success, glory

LAVENDER: love, peace, restful sleep, clairvoyance, happiness, healing, money, passion, protection, relief from grief, longevity, meditation, harmony, tranquillity, purification

LEMON: happiness, love

LEMON BALM: love, success, healing

Benefits for health: antidepressant, antispasmodic, insect repellent, relaxant, relieves wind, topical anti-viral

LEMON VERBENA: love, purification

LILAC: protection, banishing negative energy

LILAS: purification, love

LILY: helps memory, love, protection, elimination of hexes, rebirth

LILLY OF THE VALLEY: enhances concentration, mental ability, encourage happiness

MADRESELVA: helps remove the vices and addictions

MAGNOLIA: love

MANZANO: love, happiness

MARJORAM: happiness, protection, love, joy, courage, health, money

MIMOSA: divinatory dreams, love

MINT: avoid jealousy, dreams, protection, prosperity, joy, fertility, purification, love, success, lust, travel

Benefits for health: calm headache, stimulate appetite, aid digestion, antiseptic, antispasmodic, diaphoretic, mild analgesic, mild bitter, mild sedative, relives wind

MEADOWSWEET:

Benefits for health: antacid, anti-inflammatory, anti-rheumatic, astringent

MUGWORT: psychic powers, protection, increases lust and fertility, prophetic dreams, divination, relaxation, tranquillity, banishing, consecration (*Do not ingest, and do not even handle if pregnant*)

NAIL: Protection spells

NARCISO: Love

NARDO: Love

NETTLE: protection, healing, lust

NUTMEG: Money, prosperity, good luck, protection, psychic abilities, happiness, love, health

PANSY: divination, communication, happiness, love

PARSLEY: Protection in general, power, strength, lust, purification, prosperity

PATCHOULI: Money, sex

PEPPERMINT: Purification

PINE: Health, Healing

POPPY: tranquillity, fertility, prosperity love, sleep, invisibility, money, luck

ROMERO: Longevity, purification, prosperity

ROSE: Love, encourages closeness with nature, healing, divination, tranquillity, harmony, psychic ability, spirituality, protection, luck

Red: passion, peace, welfare

Yellow: commitments

White: spiritual love

ROSEMARY: love, lust, promote healthy rest, protection, improving memory, wisdom, health, healing, mental power, purification

Benefits for health: calm headache, stimulate circulatory, nerve and digestive tonic, anti-inflammatory, antioxidant, antispasmodic

SAFFRON: money, physical movement

SAGE: longevity, wisdom, protection, dispels negative energy, purification, health, immortality, wishes

Benefits for health: calm anxiety, antimicrobial, antioxidant, astringent, digestive tonic, oestrogenic, general tonic,reduces sweating

SALVIA: money

SANDALWOOD: spirituality, healing, tranquillity, sexuality, desire.

SNAPDRAGON: protection from illusion or deception, reflect negative energy

STAR ANISE: peace, tranquillity, awakening of psychic awareness , Luck, spiritual connection, psychic and magical power

SUNFLOWER: sun, sun energy, happiness, success, health, associated with welcome and family, fertility

THYME : health courage. Eliminates nightmares, Attracts loyalty, affection, psychic abilities

TULIP: prosperity, abundance, protections, love, happiness

VANILLA: sex

VALERIAN: protection, drives away negativity, purifies sacred space

VERBENA: calm headaches, eases stress, divination, prosperity, reversal of negative activity

VIOLET: peace, hope, harmony, protection, luck, love, sleep, tranquillity, encourage peace among people, calm nightmares, fertility, abundance

WATER LILY: happiness

YARROW: healing, divination, love, promotes courage and confidence

Resources:

Wicca Herbal Magic by Lisa Chamberlain

Charms, Spells and Herbs by Esteban Portela

The Green Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Grimoire of a Kitchen Witch by Rachel Patterson

#witchcraft #witches #witch #wicca #witchy #witchery #witchblr #herbs #herbalism #flowers #plants #magick #kitchen magic

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myrarenee · 3 years ago

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Odds and Evens

Summary: First Meetings are always awkward, even when being thrown in head first.

Warnings: Language. I think that's it haha

Notes///////// hi, this is my first official start to this story. It's original story, I'll be posting reader-inserted fics later down the line. Comments, reblogs, and any notes you guys have are always appreciated!!

“Evlen Rachel Marlin; 5’4”; 182.3 pounds; Orphan; one brother; three half sisters. She was born in Romania, she speaks four languages; Romanian, English, Russian, and sign language. Low hearing in both ears, and she is trained in sniping and hand to hand combat.” He rattled off like I was an object he could study. He knew things I didn’t even know, or tell anyone. I felt vulnerable, open to the public eye as I stood on his left.

“Bine ai revenit în România Evlen. Ne-ai lipsit.” The man sitting across the table spoke fluent Romanian. He wore a dark, crooked smirk and a scar down his forehead ending under his right eye.

“Mănâncă rahat idiotule.” I spit, my eyes raging with anger.

The man in front of me holding me off from jumping down the table. His hand gripped my bicep tightly. I took a deep breath before grasping his hand, feeling the cold release from hand as the ice took over his skin. Leaving his flesh frozen and blue. He knelt down, howling out in pain, looking up at his presumed master at what to make of me.

“She’s feisty, put her with the others. And take care of the freezer burn.” The dark man didn’t even flinch at the use of my powers. How could he not be in the slightest bit curious? His man didn’t rattle off the mutated DNA I was gifted from my father’s side, or how my parent's death was because I had no control over the gene yet. He didn’t ask questions, he just sat there and gazed at the frosted hand of his man.

I was yanked from my thoughts and the room. Dragging my feet to keep up with him. He pulled until we were met with a giant cell like dungeon, three men and two women littered it. All taking, ignoring us entirely. The room warped around them, the ceiling coming in on the left. Cots, blankets, books, and ragged pillows scattered throughout the floor. The couch and table in the middle seem to be a meeting area, somewhere they all felt the comfort of one another. Surveying the room more as I was pushed inside, the door slamming in behind me.

I made eye contact with everyone. They all had distinct markings, scars, irises, and hair colors. The boys stood as a protective wall in front of the girls, a head on each shoulder.

“Stop staring and introduce yourself.” The girl on the far right speaks first. Dark black hair reaching her shoulders. She had yellow eyes, dark blue and purple lightning veins decorated the outer edge of her face and arms.

“Even Marlin.” I let out a shaky breath, waiting to be eaten alive.

They glanced at each other, I assume trying to figure out how to approach the fresh meat before them. A queasy feeling bubbles in my stomach with all their eyes on me. The silence had become uncomfortable before the same girl broke it again.

“Well Even, I’m Salvia, this buff boy in front of me is Sirius. My twin, and the others can introduce themselves.” She gripped the boy's shoulders in front of her, he had medium black hair, same yellow irises, but no veins. His abilities are naked unknown eyes.

I nod before the others continue. The middle girl was Bree, she had sleek auburn hair, bright green eyes. Bree can manipulate objects and walls, she used it to escape before. Now they have a beacon that stops our powers from being used in this very room. The other boy before her was Marvin, tan skin and chestnut curls, he was a siphon. Last but not least was Kate, she was trained by the very own men at the end of the hall, having the skills to assassinate a crowd in under thirty minutes.

We broke off, going in every direction. I followed Bree, she showed off the cot I would “sleep” on. Marvin and Sirius sat on the couch playing a trivia game about different elements. Sirius and I met eyes every so often, sending a welcoming smile my way. Kate and Salvia cuddle on the opposite side of the couch, reading the various descriptions of each element before the boys blurted out.

“How well do you know your elements, Even?”

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#fanfic #writing #fantasy #supernatural #fire and ice #first fic #I hope you guys like it

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dickcheneyshousepet · 4 years ago

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ukatake songs!

(inspo ~ iloveiidatenya)

here are some songs that perfectly fit ukatake:

dracula by bea miller

she’s kinda hot by 5sos

hoodie by hey violet

18 by anarbor

dont trust me by 3OH!3

emo boy by ayesha erotica

looking out for you by joy again

uptown girl by billy joel

walk me home by p!nk

i was all over her by salvia palth

say you won’t let go by james arthur

lowlife by poppy

teeth by 5sos

arms tonite by mother mother

only the brave by louis tomlinson

two birds by regina spektor

like real people do by hozier

papi by todrick hall (im SORRY I HAD TO)

golden by harry styles

truly madly deeply by one direction

when the day met the night by panic! at the disco

when he sees me from waitress

love is an open door from frozen

better place by rachel platten

hold each other by a great big world

be nice to me by the front bottoms

end up here by 5sos

jet black heart by 5sos (lots of 5sos)

#keishin ukai #ittetsu takeda #ukatake #haikyuu!!#karasuno

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organabanana · 5 years ago

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I’ve Got a Question | Luce/Rachel

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Imagine Me & You (2005) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Luce/Rachel (Imagine Me & You) Characters: Luce (Imagine Me & You), Rachel (Imagine Me & You), H | Henrietta (Imagine Me & You) Additional Tags: Fluff, Femslash February 2020 Series: Part 1 of Femslash February 2020 Summary:

Luce and Rachel take H to the Science Museum for a night of space-themed fun. She has many questions, and not all of them have easy answers. Fluff, fluff, and more fluff.

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“I’ve got a question.”

Luce glanced away from the brochure in her hand to look at H. “Well, if there is a place where you’re almost guaranteed to get answers, this is probably it,” she said, motioning around them at the fact-filled walls of the Science Museum, “so shoot.”

“Why are there only seven colours in a rainbow?”

“There aren’t really only seven colours in a rainbow, those are just the ones we can see with our eyes.”

Luce knew she’d opened herself up to at least five or six further questions with the way she’d worded her answer, and she couldn’t help but smile when H latched onto the best one of all.

“What else can we see colours with?”

“Nothing, of course, that was poorly worded,” Luce grinned, “I meant with our human eyes. Different species see different colours.”

“How do you mean?”

“Well, you know dogs, I think I read somewhere they see the world in a sort of sepia tone, like an old photograph,” she explained as H’s eyes widened in awe, “and there’s this shrimp that can see millions of colours we can’t even imagine.”

“Extra colours!?”

“Right, so who knows what the rainbow looks to one of those shrimp?”

“What kinds of colours?”

Luce let out a quiet chuckle, “I wouldn’t know, H. How do you explain a colour you’ve never seen to someone who’s never seen it? How do you explain the colour pink to someone who’s never seen pink?”

H closed her eyes, clearly deep in thought as she tried to come up with the words. And Luce was so busy watching her try to crack the mystery that she didn’t even realize someone else had joined their little group until she felt Rachel’s hand on the small of her back.

“A kiss,” Rachel said, her voice making H open her eyes and grin at her sister’s arrival, “pink is like a kiss.”

“A kiss,” Luce echoed, one eyebrow arching in teasing doubt. Rachel had a tendency to offer up far from scientific answers to H’s questions but delivering with so much confidence it was hard to dismiss them outright.

“Yes, a kiss.” And as if to prove her point, Rachel pressed one to Luce’s cheek, soft and sending a little shiver down her spine thanks to the chill from outside still lingering on Rachel’s lips. “Pink, isn’t it?”

“Let’s see?” H tugged on her sister’s sleeve and offered her own cheek, “Is it really pink?”

Rachel didn’t make her wait. Crouching down, she planted a loud kiss on H’s cheek, making her giggle and nod.

“All right, all right,” she said, already walking towards another exhibit, “that’s pink.”

As soon as H left them to their own devices, Luce reached for her girlfriend’s hand, letting her fingers effortlessly slot in the spaces between Rachel’s. They’d recently hit that sweet spot in their relationship where the honeymoon stage wasn’t quite over yet but the constant excitement and newness was starting to give way to familiarity and warmth instead.

And warmth was exactly what she felt when Rachel kissed her again, on the lips this time, soft and lingering. As much as Luce had enjoyed the last few weeks with their daily (and sometimes even more frequent) impromptu snogging sessions in the back of her shop, there was something to be said for this. For kissing like there was no rush or need to go any further, because there’d be plenty of time for that in the future. Kissing like they had all the time in the world.

“Pink?” Luce asked as soon as her girlfriend’s lips left her own. She was teasing, of course. Poking fun at Rachel’s theories was one of her favourite things in the world.

“Hmm…” Rachel licked her lips as they walked, following in on H’s footsteps, “reddish, maybe. A reddish pink.”

“A reddish pink. That’s what we’re going with?”

“Yes,” Rachel nodded once, clearly very sure of her assessment, “like those flowers - what were they called? The ones I liked at the shop the other day.”

“Darling, you’re going to have to narrow that down a bit for me.”

“Oh, you know the ones I mean. You said they were normally purple, but you liked them better in red.”

“Oh! Salvia?”

“Salvia! Thank you, it would’ve bothered me all night.”

“And we can’t have that on Astronight, of all nights.”

Rachel smiled, giving Luce’s hand a squeeze. There was a silent thank you in that squeeze, Rachel knew. For suggesting the Science Museum sleepover, for being patient while H worked through her feelings about her sister’s divorce and new relationship. For caring about H and their relationship in the first place. But Luce didn’t particularly want to talk about that.

“I’m surprised you went with salvia and not a poppy or a rose when you went looking for a red flower to name,” she said, hoping that would be enough to steer the conversation away from any potentially still-sore spots.

“Well, I needed a particular shade of red,” Rachel said, as if knowing exactly which shade of red a kiss felt like was the most natural thing in the world.

“Ah, yes. A reddish pink, was it?”

“Precisely. Precisely that shade of reddish pink.”

***

“I’ve got a question.”

H walked over, half-eaten sandwich in hand. The children had collectively decided to all eat together, leaving the boring adults to entertain themselves. But clearly, sometimes the need to have a question answered won over and you simply had to stop talking to your new friends to go find someone who could help.

“Can moonlight make a rainbow?”

Luce opened her mouth to answer… and then closed it again. Could moonlight make a rainbow? She had no idea. And a glance at Rachel told her her girlfriend wasn’t much more knowledgeable on this subject than Luce.

“I… assume so. Moonlight is just reflected sunlight after all, isn’t it?”

“That makes sense,” H nodded, though not too confidently. “And would it look the same as a regular rainbow?”

That made Luce pause once again. Goodness, why did nobody ever talk about nighttime rainbows?

“Well, if it’s the same light…”

“It’s not, though,” Rachel interrupted, and when two sets of eyes landed on her she decided to elaborate, “the same light, I mean. Moonlight and sunlight.”

And as if on cue, the lights around them dimmed and a starry sky appeared projected on the ceiling above. Luce was sure there’d be follow-up questions on nighttime rainbows later, but right now H was far too enthralled with the show to ask anything else.

“Go on,” Luce said, nodding in the direction of the children swarming around the museum workers who’d just made their grand entrance to begin the “astro” portion of Astronight, “you don’t want to miss the explanation.”

H ran towards the crowd, immediately joining in with questions and comments that Luce was sure would not be easy to field even for the experts. And just like that, they were alone again. Or alone in their own little bubble, at any rate, with other adults scattered around them as the children enjoyed themselves. But they’d never needed to be completely alone to feel like the only people in the room.

“There’s no way a night rainbow looks the same as a day rainbow.”

Luce turned her head to look at her girlfriend’s face. Rachel was clearly still deep in thought about the matter, a slight frown between her eyebrows as she tried to figure out the mystery of moonlight rainbows.

“Do you want me to bring a nice scientist over so you can ask?” Luce teased, even if she didn’t think it would’ve been a silly question to ask. What was the deal with night rainbows, anyway?

“Well, nothing else looks the same under the moonlight, so why should rainbows? Simple logic, really.”

And Luce couldn’t argue. Not that she wanted to, necessarily, but she was not convinced it was really all as simple as that.

“You don’t believe me,” Rachel said, and this time she was the one with a hint of teasing in her voice, “do you?”

“It’s not that I don’t believe you. I’m just… not fully convinced.”

“Such trust in my scientific gut. Warms my heart, really.”

Luce chuckled and finished the last bit of her sandwich. “I’m fairly sure ‘my gut said so’ does not count as scientific proof.”

And that would’ve been the end of that conversation. Should have been, really, considering neither of them had any solid knowledge on rainbows in the moonlight one way or the other. But clearly, H had brought up a subject so fascinating they simply couldn’t let it go.

“They can’t look the same,” Rachel mused out loud as she put the last wrapping back into the bag where they’d brought in their food. Their small corner of the room was all tidied up, and Luce was already setting up the three sleeping bags they’d sleep in as soon as H came back from her scientific adventure with the rest of the kids.

“You’re not letting this go, are you?” Luce asked, half-distracted as she pondered where to place her own sleeping bag. The proper thing to do would be to leave H’s in the middle, but her scientific gut was making a very convincing case for placing her own bag next to Rachel’s instead.

“Everything else looks different at night, so why shouldn’t rainbows?”

“I don’t know. Because they aren’t things, I guess. Not really. Where should I put my sleeping bag?”

“They aren’t things,” Rachel repeated, almost to herself. She didn’t seem at all invested in the sleeping bag conundrum.

Luce was still deep in thought, weighing in politeness against just how lovely Rachel’s hair smelled at night, when she felt Rachel’s hand on her own, squeezing lightly to get her attention.

And as soon as she had it, Rachel kissed her again. Soft, just like before, but maybe a little more daring, taking advantage of the dark room with only the stars above offering some light. Luce was not too proud to admit it was enough to make her feel a bit weak in the knees.

“Hmm,” Rachel hummed thoughtfully, licking her lips, “still Salvia. Even under the moonlight. Is this approach scientific enough for your sensitivities?”

Luce couldn’t help but laugh at the teasing question. “I mean, it is slightly better than quoting your gut as a source.”

“I will figure it out, you know,” Rachel said, and Luce had no doubt she was right. She’d arrive at the right conclusion or simply a wrong one she’d feel strongly enough was right, but either way, Rachel was going to find an answer. And Luce loved that about her.

“I’ve no doubt you will. And I’ll be happy to help with any further kissing, if you need it for your investigation.”

Rachel lightly smacked Luce’s arm, but the pink dusting her cheek betrayed her true feelings on the matter.

“Next to mine,” she said, pointing at the sleeping bag in Luce’s arms, “that’s where that belongs.”

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“I’ve got a question.”

H wasn’t talking to Luce. In fact, for all H knew Luce was fast asleep on Rachel’s other side.

“What is it?” Rachel’s voice came out in a sleepy, hushed whisper. H had caught her seconds away from drifting off to sleep.

“Are you happy?”

“What do you mean? Right now?”

“No. I mean are you happy. Without Heck.”

The silence that followed H’s whispered question stretched out for what felt to Luce like hours on end until Rachel finally, mercifully, spoke.

“It’s not that I’m happy without Heck, H. I’m happy with Luce.”

Luce resisted the urge to use the arm draped around Rachel’s waist to pull her a little closer. Hold her a little tighter. Let her know she understood exactly what she meant.

“Did you not love him?”

“I did. I do still love him. I was never in love with him.”

Though the topic at hand was far too serious for her to laugh or even smile, Luce couldn’t help but be amused by the fact that she could very nearly hear H’s doubt in the silence that followed. Silences sounded different when H was preparing her next question.

“Why did you marry him, then? You’re supposed to marry someone you’re in love with.”

“I thought I was in love. It looked like love. And then I really fell in love and suddenly it was like seeing everything clearly for the very first time.”

“Oh,” H said, and there was something in her tone that made Luce think maybe she’d suddenly, finally, understood, “like the shrimp.”

“Like the… did you just say shrimp?”

“Yes,” H’s voice sounded like she couldn’t believe her sister hadn’t immediately understood the reference, “Luce said there’s a shrimp that sees millions of colours we can’t even imagine. So the world must look very different for that shrimp.”

“Right.”

“So it’s like you suddenly have shrimp eyes. You see colours you couldn’t even imagine before.”

“Well, it’s not the most romantic imagery,” Rachel said, a hint of amusement in her voice, “but I guess I do feel like I have shrimp eyes when I’m with Luce.”

“You should go look at a rainbow and count the colours,” H stopped halfway through her sentence to yawn, and Luce figured her curiosity had been satisfied for now, “I bet there’s more than just the seven.”

Rachel didn’t answer. Not out loud, anyway. But she was thinking so loudly Luce could’ve sworn she could hear the wheels turning inside her head.

After a few minutes, with H snoozing peacefully next to her, Rachel turned around to face Luce.

“Luce,” she whispered, “are you awake?”

“I am.”

“I’m going to kiss you again.”

Luce smiled with her eyes still closed. “More research?”

There was a hushed giggle right before Luce felt Rachel’s lips pressing against her own. This kiss was different from the ones they’d shared before. Everyone around them was asleep, or at least seemed to be, and though they were still very much aware of where the line was, they were happy to stray a little closer to it than they had when they were surrounded by parents and children with their eyes open instead.

When Luce finally pulled back, breathing a little shallow and lips tingling with Rachel’s kiss, her girlfriend shot her a very fake version of her most menacing warning look.

“Please don’t interfere with the research process,” she said, trying to look serious even if the look in her eyes betrayed her, “I wasn’t done gathering data.”

“So sorry. Won’t ever happen again.”

“Good,” Rachel said, and just like H, she managed to make a silence sound loud with questions still unasked.

“Still salvia?” Luce asked, moving her hand away from Rachel’s waist to take her hand instead.

“Yes. But I still think a rainbow would look different in the moonlight. Even to my shrimp eyes.”

Luce let out a quiet chuckle, giving Rachel’s hand a gentle squeeze. “If it helps at all, I do find it romantic. Crustaceans have their charm.”

“Were you listening?”

Luce nodded. “I felt it too, you know. When I first saw you at the church. I knew right away.”

There was another silence then. Loaded with something different from questions.

“I think I did, too. I just…”

“You didn’t want to know.”

“I couldn’t,” Rachel said, and Luce liked the way the past tense sounded on that particular phrase. She remembered very clearly when Rachel had said it in the present. Over and over, with tears in her eyes. But that was then, and now she can.

“I know,” Luce whispered, thumb rubbing reassuring circles on the back of her girlfriend’s hand, “I know you couldn’t.”

Rachel didn’t say anything else. It wasn’t a tense silence, or a loud one. It was just silence. Silence and her girlfriend’s warm body next to her own, even with the thick fabric of their sleeping bags between them. Luce was sure she wouldn’t last long without falling asleep.

Until, of course, Rachel spoke again.

“Luce?” when her girlfriend hummed, she continued, “what does the salvia mean?”

“The red salvia?”

“Yes. I want to see if it may just be an exception to my otherwise very sound rainbow theory. So what does it mean?”

Luce couldn’t help but smile.

“The red salvia means ’forever mine’.”

“Well,” Rachel said, and it sounded almost like a sigh rather than a whisper, “a different light was not going to change that.”

#femslashfeb2020 #//literally first fic in a decade here we go have some fluff #fanfic #imagine me and you #luce/rachel #fic: imagine me and you #imay #lucexrachel

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blastikmusik · 6 years ago

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obliviatedramione · 6 years ago

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dramione song recommendations

• i wanna be yours - arctic monkeys

• never be like you - flume , kai

• hand to hold - instupendo , lontalius

• nervous - the neighbourhood

• i was all over her - salvia path

• in love - khai dreams

• powerful - major laser , ellie goulding

• pink bubblegum - lavi

• collide - rachel platten

• anything by cigarettes after sex

• it’s not love - lontalius

• meeting skylar - james quick

• anything by bruno major

• take me - miso

• i feel like i’m drowning - two feet

• love is a bitch - two feet

#dramione #draco malfoy #hermione granger #draco #hermione #dracoxhermione #hermionexdraco #harry potter #hp #feltson #songs #song #song recommendation #song recommendations

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dandelionwineshop · 6 years ago

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THURSDAY NIGHT TASTING, TONIGHT! 6-8PM: SERESIN FROM NZ

Winemakers at the Lions Club: New Zealand’s Seresin!

We love welcoming winemakers to Dandelion and giving you a chance to taste and talk with them! Tonight, Sara from Seresin Estate will be pouring a couple of New Zealand’s varietal strong suits – Sauvignon Blanc and Pinot Noir. Founded by cinematographer Michael Seresin, Seresin Estate respects the land as much as the light that falls on it, making wines slowly, with organic grapes and natural yeast, that reflect their region’s unique terroir. We once walked into a wine store and asked the gentleman working there what wine he thought would go well with a smokeable organic hallucinogen that only lasted ten minutes. He didn’t miss a beat before saying “New Zealand Sauvignon Blanc”. Although he did try to invite himself to the party, we think his recommendation had less to do with the Salvia than it did with the wine. A well-made New Zealand Sauvignon blanc shows off tropical flavors that few other wines offer (like passion fruit) but does so in a way that is neither cloying nor overly dramatic, instead opting for classic, dressed-down casual approach. The Pinots are the same way, offering an easy luxe that goes anywhere. Both are famously dextrous with food and at home on their own. Please come join us to taste through these beautiful wines!

Momo, Sauvignon Blanc 2018

Fruit from Seresin's biodynamic vineyards is blended with sustainably grown grapes from another estate that are harvested in the evening and early morning hours to preserve freshness. The grapes are fermented at low temperatures and matured sur lie to lend depth and complexity to the mid palate. Aromas of lemongrass, herbs, and citrus are subtly integrated with the richly textured palate that features notes of ripe pear and passionfruit. The refreshing finish is crisp, dry and well-balanced. Organic and vegan. $17

Seresin Estate, Marlborough Sauvignon Blanc 2017

Bright, fresh and appealing, with vibrant passionfruit and lime flower notes, as well as hints of cut grass and chalky minerals, Seresin’s best-known wine is intense on the palate, with concentrated notes of gooseberry and subtle tropical fruits. Blended from several parcels across three different vineyard sites, with a small amount of Semillon blended in, the wine is pleasantly subtle on the nose with warm notes of ripe yellow stone-fruit, soft passion fruit and a chalky-mineral complexity. The palate is layered and finely-textured, with ripe gooseberry, tropical and citrus notes, framed by a mouth-watering acidity, which creates a persistent finish. You’ll find this textbook NZSB on more New York wine lists than you can shake a stick at! Organic, biodynamic and vegan. $25

Seresin Estate, Pinot Noir Leah Marlborough 2015

A blend from all of their vineyard sites, Leah is named after Michael Seresin’s daughter. Bright, fragrant berry-fruit aromas arrive up front, interlaced with spice and herbal notes. The wine is focused, concentrated, and light on its feet, with a succulent fruit core, framed by fine-grained tannins and a healthy acidity. Elegant and understated, with a pretty finish that begs another sip, this wine goes as well with a joint on the fire escape as it does with grilled salmon. Organic, biodynamic, vegan. $30

Seresin Estate, Pinot Noir Rachel 2013

Pommard powerful, with notes cinnamon & scorched cherry, winemaker Clive Dougall’s ability to mix structure and poise is showcased in this clear nod to the wines ofBurgundy. Also a blend from all three estate sites, this wine is named after Michael Seresin’s mother. Aromas of black fruit, truffle and chocolate presage a concentrated palate with a dense core of rich fruit, alongside savoury spice and herbal notes. Fine tannins and a long finish round out the picture. The vines are cropped to produce enough fruit for just one bottle per vine! Organic, biodynamic, vegan. $40

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ashleybenlove · 6 years ago

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@salvia-plathitudes replied to your post “Like, I’ve only ever played Mahjong digitally so watching this scene...”

The important thing is that Rachel let Eleanor win TWICE, in the battle for Nick and also by purposefully discarding the tile Eleanor scrambled to take before the other ladies. Rachel was giving Eleanor the tile Eleanor used to win the game. Rachel showed her tiles to reveal that if she hadn’t given the winning tile to Eleanor, Rachel would have won.

Oh nice! Thanks!

#salvia-plathitudes #replies #Crazy Rich Asians #ableist language

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itmocca · 3 years ago

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Gardeners’ World 2022 episode 8

Gardeners’ World 2022 episode 8: Monty plants tender perennials, including salvias and gingers, in the Jewel Garden, brings his citrus plants out from their winter protection and plants primulas in his new bog garden. As tulip season reaches its glorious peak, Rachel de Thame visits a dazzling display of this spring favourite at a garden in Gloucestershire, and Joe Swift checks out a pub garden…

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#garden #Gardeners’ World 2022 #gardening #monty don

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my-witchy-journal · 5 years ago

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✨ Some Herbs, Flowers and Plants in Witchcraft - REVERSED VERSION-✨

Resources: Wicca Herbal Magic by Lisa ChamberlainCharms, Spells and Herbs by Esteban PortelaThe Green Witch by Arin Murphy-HiscockGrimoire of a Kitchen Witch by Rachel PattersonOne of you requested a reversed version of this list, so it’s here!.

ABUNDANCE: tulip, violet

AFFECTION: thyme

CALIRVOYANCE: artemisa, lavender

CALM NIGHTMARES: thyme, violet

COMMUNICATION: pansy

CONCENTRATION: lilly of valley

CONFIDENCE: yarrow

COSMIC ENERGY: carnation

COURAGE: black pepper, geranium, lilly of valley, marjoram, thyme, yarrow

DESIRE: sandalwood

DISEASE: carnation

DIVINATION: artemisa, bay, dandelion, hibiscus, jasmin, mimosa, mugwort, pansy, rose, verbena, yarrow

DREAM: artemisa, hibiscus, jasmine, mimosa, mint, mugwort

ELIMINATION OF HEXES: lily

ENERGY: carnation, cinnamon, jasmine, sunflower

FERTILITY: daffodil, geranium, mint, mugwort, poppy, sunflower, voilet

FIDELITY: caraway

GLORY: laurel

GOOD FORTUNE: bay leaf, dill

HAPPINESS: basil, calendula, chamomile, geranium, hyacinth, levander, lemon, lilly of valley, manzano, marjoram, nutmeg, pansy, sunflower, tulip, water lily

HARMONY: calendula, chamomile, gardenia, iris, jasmine, lavender, rose, violet

HEALING: allspice, bay leaf, carnation (white carnation), chamomile, cinnamon, clove, comfrey, eucalyptus, fennel, gardenia, geranium, ivy, lavender, lemon balm, nettle, pine, rose, rosemary, sandalwood, yarrow

HEALTH: caraway, comfrey, eucalyptus, marjoram, nutmeg, pine, sage, sunflower, thyme

HOPE: daisy, violet

IMMORTALITY: sage,

INCREASE ENERGY: allspice,

INNOCENCE: daisy

INTELLIGENCE: caraway (yellow caraway), coffee,

INTIMACY: cardamom

INVISIBILITY: poppy

JOY: marjoram, mint

LONGEVITY: fennel, lavender, romero, sage

LOVE: allspice, basil, calendula (red calendula), chamomile, cinnamon, daffodil, daisy, gardenia, geranium, hibiscus, hyacinth, iris, jasmine, lavender, lemon, lemon balm, lemon verbena, lilas, lily, magnolia, mimosa, mint, narciso, nardo, nutmeg, pansy, poppy, rose (white rose), rosemary, tulip, violet, yarrow

LOYALTY: thyme

LUCK: allspice, carnation, cinnamon, daffoil, elecampane, nutmeg, poppy, rose, star anise, violet

LUST: dill, hibiscus, mint, mugwort, nettle, parsley, rosemary

MAGIC: carnation, star anise

MEDITATION: jasmine, lavender

MEMORY: lily, rosemary

MENTAL ABILITIES: caraway, clove, lilly of valley, rosemary

MONEY: basil, bay leaf, herbabuena, lavender, manzano, nutmeg, patchouli, poppy, saffron, salvia

OVERCOMING OLD PAINS: jacinto (love pain)

PASSION: cardamom, carnation (red carnation), cinnamon, lavender, rose(red rose)

PEACE: azucena, basil, carnation (white carnation), chamomile, gardenia, iris, lavender, rose (red rose), star anise, violet,

PROGRESS: azucena

PROSPERITY: basil, calendula, chamomile, cinnamon, comfrey, dill, herbabuena, jasmine, mint, nutmeg, parsley, poppy, romero, tulip, verbena

PROTECTION AGAINST NEGATIVITY: caraway, elecampane, lilac, sage, snapdragon, valerian, verbena

PROTECTION: angelica, basil, bay, bay leaf, birch, black pepper, carnation, cinnamon, clove, comfrey, cumin, dill, elecampane, fennel, garlic, geranium, hyachinth, ivy, lavender, lilac, lily, majoram, mint, mugwort, nail, nettle, nutmeg, parsley, rose, rosemary, sage, snapdragon, tulip, valerian, violet

PSYCHIC POWER: calendula, mugwort, nutmeg, rose, saffron, star anise, thyme

PURIFICATION: angelica, basil, bay leaf, birch, cinnamon, clove, fennel, lavender, lemon verbena, lilas, mint parsley, peppermint, romero, rosemary, sage, valerian

RELAXATION: lemon balm, mugwort

SEDUCTION: jasmine

SENSUALITY: jasmine

SENTIMENTAL IMPROVEMENT: azucena

SEX: cardamom, carnation (red carnation), jasmine, parsley, sandalwood, vanilla

SLEEP: lavender, poppy, violet, rosemary

SPIRITUALITY: cinnamon, dandelion, elecampane, incense, jasmine, rose (white rose), salvia, star anise

STRENGTH: bay leaf, carnation, parsley

SUCCESS: bay

SUCCESS: basil, bay, bay leaf, cinnamon, laurel, lemon balm, mint, sunflower

TANQUILLITY: basil, dill, lavender, mugwort, poppy, rose, salvia, star anise, violet

VALOUR: iris

WELFARE: rose (red rose)

WISDOM: bay, iris, rosemary, sage

WISHES: dandelion, sage

ANTI INFLAMMATORY: calendula, meadowsweet, poppy

ANTIDEPRESSANT: lemon balm

ANTIMICROBIAL: cinnamon, sage

ANTIOXIDANT: hawthorn, poppy, sage,

ANTI-RHEUMATIC: meadowsweet

ANTISEPTIC: mimosa

ANTIVIRAL: lemon balm

ASTRINGENT: chichweed, cinnamon, meadowsweet, sage

BLOOD PRESSURE: hawthorn (lowers)

CALM ANXIETY: sage

CALM HEADACHE: chamomile, mimosa, poppy, verbena

CALM NERVES: chamomile, poppy

DEMULCENT: chichweed, mimosa (mild)

GOOD FOR COLD: ginger

GOOD FOR HEARTH: hawthorn

GOOD FOR LIVER: dandelion

IMPROVE DIGESTION: angelica, dandelion (mild laxative), mimosa, poppy, sage

RELIEVE STRESS: chamomile, lavender, verbena

RELIEVE WIND: cinnamon, lemon balm, mimosa

SKIN IRRITATION: calendula (like eczema, bruises, scars, scrapes), chichweed ( relieve itchiness, cooling)

SOOTH STOMACH PROBLEMS: chamomile, ginger, lemon balm (antispasmodic), mimosa (antispasmodic), meadowseet (antacid), poppy (antispasmodic)

STIMULATE CIRCULATORY: poppy

Resources:

Wicca Herbal Magic by Lisa Chamberlain

Charms, Spells and Herbs by Esteban Portela

The Green Witch by Arin Murphy-Hiscock

Grimoire of a Kitchen Witch by Rachel Patterson

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#witchcraft #witches #witch #wicca #witchy #witchery #witchblr #herbs #herbalism #flowers #plants #magick #kitchen magic #kitchen witchery

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alchemistc · 7 years ago

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walk together with our hands up in the sky

an: title is from “two high” by moon taxi

spoilers through 1x13 of the punisher

He’s standing in her office, with a neatly trimmed goatee and a head of curly hair piled high on his head, and he’s laughing at something Rachel from sports is saying, his lips stretched wide, his teeth a burst of white against the sunlight shining through the window, and it’s been three months and he’s still a wanted man and all Karen can think is oh thank god.

He glances up, catches her eye, and Karen’s breath catches in her throat. She’s seen him beaten, tired, hiding, terrified and bloody and angry, she’s seen him fight a smile and talk of the terrible greatness of love, but she’s never seen him like this, not a visible scratch or bruise and not even trying to hide how happy he is to see her.

Karen hefts her bag higher on her shoulder, regrets it as she watches the way his eyes dart towards it, a new one without a nice big bullet hole through the bottom of it, regrets the flicker of momentary hurt and confusion it causes as he watches her walk towards him.

Frank, she thinks, doesn’t say aloud because the city thinks he’s run off, or he’s underground, or he’s dead and someone buried the story. (Maybe that had just been Karen.)

Her laugh turns to half sob and she can feel his breath on her ear, his pulse under the hand she’s got wrapped around his neck, the warmth of his hand at her back, and they stand like that for too long, long enough that when Karen finally disentangles herself and shoots a glance at Rachel the other woman is carefully not making eye contact, focused far too carefully on her notes to be paying any attention at all to them.

“Surprise,” he says, wry grin on his face, and Karen fights the urge to press her fingers into the visible laugh lines, to wrap him back into her and never let go.

“What...” There’s no good way to ask the question with an audience, especially one as intent as theirs, still carefully staring at the same section of notes she’d been studying a minute ago.

“Figured I’d let you know I hadn’t bought the farm.” She rolls her tongue over her teeth and has to close her eyes to keep from shooting a look at Rachel, but he’s sold it, the ironic ring in his voice and the roll of his shoulders playing it off like a joke between two people who haven’t spoken in a while.

“Coffee?” she asks, because she doesn’t want to be near him for another second with watchful eyes on them and because her office is suddenly stifling in his presence and he is alive and smiling at her as he nods his head.

She leaves the flowers, ignores Rachel’s voice when she calls out “It was nice to meet you, Pete!”, notes his proximity as he falls into step beside her, waits until they’ve turned the corner and are out of sight of the office before she presses her shoulder into his just to feel him press back.

“This is a new look for you, Pete.”

He laughs. It’s one of those dorky, too high laughs, almost a giggle for the way it makes her momentarily forget what he sounds like yelling, and knocks his elbow against hers. “Hipster wasn’t working for me, I figured I’d give the Tony Stark a try.”

“It’s...not a terrible look,” she tells him, and then darts her gaze to the ground, feeling her cheeks go red. “You look good, Frank.”

He coughs to cover up the awkward silence, and Karen thinks of his forehead pressed to hers, thinks of the things they never have to say, wishes she could just say what she wants to and not have to worry about the consequences. Thinks “You’re important to me, Frank.” and hopes the gentle brush of her pinky along the side of his hand gets the point across.

They go to a greasy diner down the block, sliding into opposite sides of a booth, and Karen drinks him in, ignores the way he does the same and how it makes her chest tight.

“How have you been?” he asks, and then frowns into the newly poured cup of coffee.

“Did you really come to my office to hand deliver flowers and shoot the shit with me?”

He blinks, and rolls his tongue over his teeth, a familiar tic in his jaw that Karen thinks suits him. “Yeah.” He nods his head, tilting it just slightly, and god, it’s so fucking familiar, it’s so fucking Frank, and despite how much they’ve come to care for each other, it’s always been hard for her to imagine a world where they’re just...hanging out. No ulterior motive between them. “Yeah.”

“Okay.”

Frank’s gaze holds steady on her face until the waitress returns with the plate of eggs and sausage he’d ordered, eyes flickering from her face to her jawline, running over her cheeks, and the hair curling over the scar on her forehead from the one scrape that didn’t quite heal properly. “Okay,” he parrots back at her, and Karen barks out a laugh, kicks at his foot under the table, laughs louder when he captures her ankle between his boots and just holds it there.

“I missed you.” Her voice is whisper soft but he hears her all the same, ducking down towards his plate even as he continues to stare at her beneath the line of his brow.

“Yeah, me too.”

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Pete Castiglione is a hit at the office, dropping by with flowers, and a coffee each for Karen and Rachel once a week, evading the ever suspicious Ellison as best he can, arguing with Rachel about the Jets and reminding her after the World Series that the Dodgers were Cap’s team (”Don’t fuckin’ matter that they moved, or that he’s on the lam.) and Karen takes it in stride.

It’s almost as if he doesn’t want to be alone with her - not really, truly alone, even when Rachel gives Karen the side eye and closes the door behind her when she heads out midday (”I’m taking a long lunch,” she says, with zero subtlety, and Frank stares at his shoes for ten minutes while Karen taps out a few shitty sentences at her keyboard.)

They go to diners, and coffee shops, or they walk along the crowded streets, and Karen tries not to take offense. He’s... healing, trying to deal with his losses, and his life, and Karen wants to be there for him whatever way she can, even if that means she has to ignore the tender looks he’ll shoot between his lashes when he thinks no one is looking.

She starts researching flower meanings, and then laughs at herself in her quiet, dimly lit apartment when they all mean something she’s pretending not to hope for.

She calls him from a dive bar, five drinks in and already dangerously close to drunk, when she finds out Matt is alive.

He’s in her phone as Pete C, and her finger hovers over his name for a good five minutes before she presses dial, but he picks up halfway through the first ring, voice gruff and scratchy like maybe she’s woken him, and before she can hang up the phone, text him something stupid like sorry, butt dial, he says “Karen?” and there’s an edge of fear in his voice that makes her blink away some of the alcohol.

“Can you come get me?”

It’s a stupid thing to ask, an even more stupid thing to hope for, but she can hear him shuffling around, hear the shift of fabric and the distinct sound of a zipper being pulled, a belt being tightened. “Where are you?”

She rattles off the crossroads, staring into her empty scotch glass while he hums, and then “Frank, its - I’m okay. I’m not -- I just...”

“I’ll be there soon.”

He saunters into the bar less than ten minutes later, his hair a little wild and his shirt only halfway tucked into his jeans, looking rumpled and concerned and god, there are things she thinks about when she looks at him that she has no place thinking, but she thinks them anyway and he has to know, he has to know.

He slides into the stool next to her and drinks the rest of her half finished beer while he stares at her. “I’m sorry,” she tells him, a little wobbly, definitely a little drunk, and he grimaces.

“You don’t gotta apologize, c’mon. You don’t gotta do that with me.”

Throat tight and blinking back tears, she nods, and leans into his space, spinning to press her knee into his. It’s a relief, knowing that she could say anything to him and he’d be okay with it. Anything except what she wants to say. You mean something to me, Frank.

He wraps an arm around her waist when she hoists herself from her stool, scoffs when she reaches for her wallet and shakes his head at her with an amused eyeroll as he throws down too much money on the bar, and leads her out to a flashy looking muscle car she can’t decide whether or not to laugh about or scold him for stealing.

It takes some maneuvering on his part to get her in the bucket seat, and more to get her out when he parks it a block away from her apartment building, Karen going straight from drunk to tired with the rumble of the engine and the Springsteen playing softly from the tape deck.

“Where’d you steal this monstrosity from?” she asks him as he gets an arm under her knees, and selfishly she hopes she seems drunker than she really is.

“Bought it fair and square, ma’am,” he tells her, a hint of cheek in his voice. “C’mon, I am not carrying you up three flights of goddamn stairs.”

She huffs and rolls her shoulders back, turns her head to assist him in getting her out of his car only to be confronted by the too-close line of his jaw, the broken bend of his nose.

He’s got two fingers in the backs of the shoes she’d kicked off, and her purse secured under his arm, she’s curled up in the jacket she’d found on the floor of the passenger seat, and it strikes her how very cozy this all is, how very domestic Frank has always been, how unashamed he is with taking care of people.

Karen hums ‘Born to Run’ up the stairs and down her hallway, slightly louder with every step because it seems to both amuse and annoy him and she’s one of maybe three people in the world who finds comfort in the fact that Frank can feel both those things.

It doesn’t strike her until she’s curled onto her couch with a glass of water in her hand, Frank hovering above her, unsure, that he hasn’t been back to her apartment since he gave her those white roses.

When she pats the empty space beside her, he falls into it without hesitation, which doesn’t help Karen at all but it’s nice, all the same.

“You wanna tell me what sorrow’s we’re drinkin’ away tonight?”

It’s easier for her to say to him than she’d expected, considering she’s been telling herself all night and it hurts worse each time. “Matt’s alive.”

His sharp glance is another thing Karen pretends not to read into. “It’s been... it’s been a year, you know? We put an empty casket in the ground. We mourned him. We moved on and... and he was my friend, at least, even if the rest of it was a mess.”

The hum, low in his throat, is enough acknowledgement for her to continue.

“Jesus, Frank, it took less time for you to reach back out, and I told you to your face you were --.” Here she pulls in a shaky breath, scoots her ass against the cushions until she’s facing him. “I’m glad he’s not dead but...”

They sit in silence, for a long time, long enough that Karen finishes up her water, watches him as he quietly stands and reaches for the glass, fingers curled around hers until she relinquishes it and watches him go to refill it.

When he sits back down and places the glass back in her hands, she’s certain he’s closer to her than he was the first time. “You still love him?”

“No.” The look he gives her tells her he doesn’t believe her. “Maybe. Yes. I... he...” He’s important to me, she almost says, but it feels wrong in her mouth. “We always loved parts of each other, you know? The good parts, and we always pretended there were no bad parts. When I was around him, I was always so...” She presses her fingers into her thigh, swallows around a lump in her throat. When she glances back up at Frank he’s holding himself very still. “I was so lonely.”

He blinks back at her, understanding in his gaze. His head bobs: up, down, up, and when she slides her feet across the space between them, tucking her toes under his thigh, his hand curls around her ankles, warm and unwavering.

“I used to see Maria,” he tells her, head tilted up toward the ceiling. “Flashes of - memory and shit I made up in my head, and she... she was always there when I couldn’t handle my shit.” Karen listens, careful and still. “She was home, you know? Not this country, not New York, not that house we made together. All the pieces of her, all the things that made her Maria, she was...” He’s talked about his family before - it was what had forged that trust between them, what had opened Karen’s eyes to who Frank Castle really was, but this is different, not some anecdote about his life before, this is... “She’s gone now.”

“I’m sorry, Frank.”

“Don’t.” Around the lump in his throat, he swallows and squeezes her ankle. “Don’t be sorry. I... I gotta be okay with that.”

“Are you? Okay with it?”

When he turns to look at her this time, his finger tapping out a rhythm over the top of herr foot, his pursed lips are answer enough even as he searches her gaze. “I’m tryin’ to be.”

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“Karen,” Foggy says, arms wide as he smiles at her, and Karen darts forward to give him a quick hug. “Karen, who is this Pete guy and when can I meet him?”

Karen shoots a look around Foggy at Rachel, who is carefully not making eye contact, and then glares at the bouquet of irises and daffodils on her desk. “Oh, he’s just - he’s a friend.”

“A friend who’s been bringing flowers by the office and charming your staff for months now? Karen, I hate to break it to you, but dudes aren’t that subtle. And you’re... well, you’re you, aren’t you.”

She distracts him with a story about Daredevil Ellison has assigned her, knowing it’ll rile him up enough for him to excuse himself, and she feels bad about it, she does, she misses Foggy and she wishes it were easier for them to just be like they used to be, but it’s not easy, it’ll never be easy, and despite the fact that the rest of the world can’t seem to recognize Frank Castle because he’s got a goatee, Karen knows it won’t fool Foggy for a second.

She can’t decide whether she’s more terrified of his anger, or of his disapproval.

When Frank knocks on her door that night she’s so busy thinking of what apologetic text to send Foggy that she barely glances through the peephole before letting the door swing wide, and she’s halfway down the hall when she realizes his footsteps aren’t following after her.

He looks guilty when she turns to look at him, eyes darting up to just above her head, and Karen excuses herself to go put pants on.

He’s adjusting the heat on her burners when she brings it up, stir fry sizzling in the pan as she hikes herself up onto the countertop. “You’ve gotta cut it out with the flowers.”

Back going stiff, he eyes the timer on the oven. “You don’t like ‘em?” His voice is careful and quiet, free of any intonation.

“Of course I like them, Frank, don’t be stupid. But everyone thinks you’re trying to get into my pants and that’s the only reason you bring them. Foggy came by the other day and -.”

“That what you think, Ms. Page? That I’m --?”

“Don’t be ridiculous, I know you’re not --.”

He cuts her off, dropping the spoon against the side of the pan, sliding toward her, caging her in with a hand on either side of her legs, fingers stretched wide across the counter. “And what if I was? That’d be ridiculous? Man like me bringin’ flowers to a woman like you?”

“You know that’s not what I meant,” she whispers across the space between them, his breath fanning out over her lips, thumbs sliding hesitantly over the sides of her thighs. “You know it’s not.”

She tries to get closer, to lean down and press her forehead against his, to reach for him, but he’s already gone, nearly knocking into the kitchen island before he spins on his heel. “I gotta go.”

“Frank, don’t --.”

“You take care, yeah?”

He’s gone before Karen has even had time to pull herself off the counter.

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She signs for the pot of orchids on a Saturday morning a week and a half later, fingers sliding along the delicate petals as she places them on the kitchen island. She doesn’t have to look this one up, not like the others, doesn’t have to yank out the book hidden under her bed, the one filled with pressed flowers on the appropriate pages.

It’s the longest she’s gone without seeing Frank in months, but it’s nice to know she hasn’t scared him straight back into killing a whole bunch of people and getting himself killed in the process.

She spends the day staring at crime scene photos of a hit on one of the Gnucci boys, ignoring the growing pit in her stomach and wondering what Ellison would do if she told him she wanted off Crime, wanted to try her hand at the Relationship section.

She laughs to herself when she thinks of the kind of headlines she’d have. So You’re Dating A Vigilante. How To Tell The Guy You’re Dating Is In Love With A Ninja Assassin. What To Do When You Might Be In Love With a Murderer. How To Help Your Guy Get Over His Murdered Wife. Then she pulls out the flower book and stares at it for a while just to drive herself a little crazy.

She ignores three calls from Matt, and one from Foggy, and pops open a bottle of scotch around 11.

The funny thing about spending so much time staring at crime scenes the last few years is she’s kind of numb to the gore, so when Frank stumbles into her apartment after kicking the door down, somewhere past midnight, painting her hallway wall red as he slides against it, her first thought is about how much it’s gonna cost her to fix the damn thing.

“We gotta go, Karen,” he says, and he’s beat bloody, one cheek swollen, a gash in his arm. “Karen, we gotta got out of here now.”

She doesn’t really question it. He’ll explain it to her, she knows that much, but there’s an urgency in his voice and his eyes and in the tremble of his bloody knuckles that gets her on her feet in a moment, sliding into her bedroom to gather up her bag and throw on a pair of shoes.

It’s not until they’re in the safety of a beat up Buick, careening down the highway, the copper stench of blood filling her nostrils, that Frank breaks the silence.

“Wasn’t sure you were paying attention to the flowers that much,” he says, fingers tap - tap - tapping over the steering wheel. Karen gives him a confused look before she remembers the book open near the photos strewn across her living room floor.

“I wasn’t sure I was meant to,” she tells him, and he chuffs out a laugh, unfurls a fist from around the wheel and reaches out for her hand, curling it into his own.

“Gotta work on our communication.”

“Or maybe you could rely less on cryptic Victorian courting rituals.”

Frank hums delightedly, squeezes her hand in his own, and Karen thinks that maybe her world has been rocked so many times that now it just feels like a comfortable shift, like the world tilted on it’s axis but gravity keeps her steady. She wonders when Frank became gravity for her.

(Sometime after please, but long before spare some change.)

He’s lost enough blood to be a little loopy by the time they get to the safe house nestled in the woods, and he leans heavily into her side, the bulk of him pressed against her while she struggles to get them up the sloping hill. She’s more grateful than surprised when Foggy and Matt both come rushing out of the cabin and down the stairs.

The cabin is almost cozy, an old couch draped with heavy blankets, a fire stove blissfully unlit in the heavy summer heat, gauzy curtains covering the windows, and Karen takes it in as a third man bursts through the door behind her, grumbling about hero types as Matt and Foggy unload Frank onto the couch.

The stranger moves to lean over Frank, a hefty looking first aid kit in his hand, and Foggy and Matt turn to look at her.

“What the hell is going on?” There’s a tic in Matt’s jaw that Karen can’t figure as she and Foggy both blurt the question out at the same time, but no one answers her, and she’s about to open her mouth to explain the situation when Frank seems to come back to himself somewhat.

“Fisk. Karen, what does Fisk want with you?”

The room erupts into chaos, and Karen excuses herself to work through the not-terribly-mild panic attack Frank’s words cause.

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Frank’s voice is soft, and the man patching him up is listening intently, when Karen has recovered enough to be remotely useful, but she stops just beyond the corner to listen to them speak for a moment.

“...shit, Frank, you ever think maybe you’re attracted to danger?”

“C’mon man, it ain’t like that.”

“You tellin’ me you wouldn’t take a bullet for that woman? Cause you’ll definitely take a knife. Got hard evidence right here.”

“Took the bullets before too.”

They both huff out pained laughter.

“She means somethin’ to me, Curt. She... Jesus, Curt, Karen’s the most important thing I got.”

“I guess I should stock up my field kit, then.”

“You don’t gotta do that.”

“Yeah. Yeah I do.”

Karen waits half a minute before she turns the corner to join them, and Frank’s friend rises, wiping his hands off on a towel before he reaches a hand across the edge of the couch. “Curtis Hoyle.”

Karen shakes the hand without much thought for the blood staining it. “Karen Page.”

“And I’m Santa Claus,” Frank mutters, but without much bite, and Curtis pretends not to notice the hand Karen drops to his shoulder, or the way he leans into the touch.

“I’m just gonna let you two have a minute,” Curtis mutters, more to himself than anything else because Karen is already scrambling over the back of the couch, watchful of the bandage on Frank’s arm and she curls her legs under her. Matt and Foggy have disappeared, and she’s glad of it, for the moment.

“Red seems to think you got a price on your head because you worked the case with Nelson and Murdock.” He still says Murdock like it’s two words, rolling them over his tongue with derision, and Karen can’t help the small smile that blooms on her face as he presses his nose into her shoulder. It should feel strange, pressed close to him while he practically nuzzles against her, but now that they’ve at least made a poor attempt to acknowledge what’s going on between them Frank has certainly wasted no time in accepting it.

“That’s not why.”

“Figured as much.”

“Matt and Foggy - if they’re part of this they should know. But they won’t be happy about it.”

“Well I’m morally repugnant,” he tells her, like he’s quoting someone. “Think I can handle it.”

“Yeah.”

“You need a minute?”

“No,” she tells him, her hand furling and unfurling on her thigh. “Yes.”

“I can wait,” he tells her, and lifts his face from her shoulder, leaning back against the couch and gathering her hand in his. Her palm is sweaty, but he doesn’t seem to notice. “Curt pumped me full of pain meds, though, so you wait too long and you’ll be telling your deep dark secrets to my snores.”

And that’s it, isn’t it? The way he can just make light of something she’s been terrified to tell for years, the way he knows exactly what she needs, exactly what -

“I killed his man. They were trying to get to Nelson and Murdock, trying to... I was never really sure what they were trying to do. He kidnapped me. Took me out to some abandoned building to scare me, and when that didn’t work...”

“He would have killed you.”

“Yes.”

There’s no judgement in his eyes, nothing to make her believe she was wrong for doing what she’d done. That should scare her. It should make her want to run in the opposite direction.

She shifts to press her knees into his thigh.

“I don’t know how he knows,” she tells him, pulling in a sharp breath, and her chest feels tight again.

“Hey. Listen. Karen, listen.” There’s a softness to his voice sometimes, something that settles into her bones, and it’s like that now, as he ducks his head to hold her gaze. “Me and Fisk? We got unfinished business of our own. He’s not gonna touch you. I won’t let him. Murdock won’t let him. Hell, give Nelson some spandex and he’ll probably try to join in.”

The sharp burst of laughter cuts through the anxiety rising within her. “That’s not funny,” she chides him, and he shrugs.

“It’s a little funny.”

You mean something to me, she thinks, as Foggy and Matt burst back into the cabin, arguing between themselves, and Karen knows they haven’t spoken this much since before Matt came back. She can’t help but feel glad of this, even if they’re pretending not to give a damn about each other at the moment.

Foggy gets one look at Karen’s hand curled in Frank’s, blinks, calls out “Pete Castiglione, really?” and spends the next thirty minutes yelling at her, instead.

------

“Frank!”

The sound of her scream still echoes in her ears, as she watches Curtis work, her body trembling as he digs another bullet out, this one lodged in Frank’s thigh. She’s got blood on her hands, in her hair, covering a third of her clothes, and across the way she can see Claire Temple sewing up a cut on Matt’s forehead.

She’d muttered something earlier about goddamn vigilante triage, and through her tears Karen had snorted out a laugh, but the amusement hadn’t lasted. Frank is worse off than everyone else, which isn’t exactly a shock to anyone, even Karen, but there’s something niggling in the back of her mind, something she’s trying not to acknowledge, something that reaches out and slams into her chest when she sees Luke Cage curl a hand around Claire’s shoulder.

I didn’t tell him, she thinks.

He’s lost too much blood, fought too much fight, there’s barely a patch of skin on him not covered in blood and bruises, and he’d done this for her, because of her, because Fisk had wanted Karen and he wasn’t about to let that happen.

You mean everything to me, she wants to say, wants to whisper into his skin, wants too paint across his eyelids, but he’s barely breathing and he’s lost more blood than a person should be capable of losing, and the bags of it labelled “Micro” in a cooler by the door aren’t going to be enough.

She’s going to lose Frank, and the last thing she ever told him was a lie.

------

The valerian and honeysuckle in a vase next to her bed are, perhaps, a little overkill, but when she blinks awake, sitting up on the couch, she finds Frank not asleep in that bed sitting on the floor in front of her, leaning against the couch as he turns the pages of her flower book, careful not to disturb the petals pressed against some of the pages.

He reaches behind his head with a grimace, no doubt caused by lingering pain in his ribs, curls his fingers around her waist, returns to his reading.

“You’re awake.”

He hums, presses the back of his head against her thigh, but otherwise seems completely uncaring of anything but the book.

“I lied,” she tells him, digging a hand into his hair, curling her fingers around his scalp, and the hum returns, deeper this time, but she can’t distract him from the book.

“Didn’t,” he mutters, like he knows exactly what she means, like he’s ready to argue this with her until he’s blue in the face, like he hasn’t spent the last three days in and out of consciousness, barely alive.

Go. I’ll be fine without you! she’d told him.

“Frank, forget about the stupid flowers.” He tilts his head to one side, then the other, her nails scritching against his scalp, but he’s nearing the end of the book now, few flowers left, and -

His finger finds the picture of the valerian, his eyes darting quickly back to the bedside before he reads through the description. He rolls his neck against her, tilting his chin up to watch her. “Yeah,” he says on a nod. “Yeah me too.”

Karen crawls off the couch, too worried about his broken ribs and the arm he dislocated to wait for him to stand, but all her careful movements are pointless when he drags her into his lap and presses his forehead against hers a moment later. “Frank,” she says, feather soft against his busted lip, and he curls both hands around her jaw, nudges her nose with his own, presses his lips against each corner of her mouth before he stares up at her.

“You remember, what I told you ‘bout Maria?”

Karen nods, her fingers curled into the hair at the nape of his neck as he stares up at her, and she prepares herself for the weight of what he’s about to tell her.

Frank nods back, eyes red and watery, his teeth wearing at his bottom lip. “I see you, now.”

Karen pulls him close, presses her lips to his own, careful, quiet, soft around the bruises and cuts all over him, and holds him as the tears fall, as he breaks apart in her arms, and when he quiets, hands dragging across her back and her sides, face digging into her neck, Karen catches his gaze and holds it. “You’re home now.”

#kastle #kastle ff #kastle fic #frank castle x karen page #the flowers were not originally supposed to be a theme here #they kinda just happened #because frank and karen are shitty with emotions

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trashyemonerd · 7 years ago

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For You, Roth ; Raven

`What's the matter? Afraid of the dark?’

Title: For You, Roth

Songs: 96 (as of 11/11/17)

Fandom: DC ; Teen Titans

Character: Raven/ Rachel “Raven” Roth

(listen on spotify here)

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1. Demons by Imagine Dragons

2. Bohemian Rhapsody by Queen

3. Strawberry Fields Forever by The Beatles

4. See Me by Tei Shi

5. Heaven Knows by The Pretty Reckless

6. No. 1 Party Anthem by Arctic Monkeys

7. Here by Alessia Cara

8. Remembering Sunday by All Time Low

9. Sunshine & City Lights by Greyson Chance

10. Rehab by Amy Winehouse

11. Gasoline by Halsey

12. Dollhouse by Melanie Martinez

13. Riptide by Christian Akridge

14. It’s Not My Fault, I’m Happy by Passion Pit

15. Someone New by Hozier

16. Love Me Again by John Newman

17. Can’t Pretend by Tom Odell

18. Robbers by The 1975

19. Young Blood by Bea Miller

20. True Friends by Bring Me the Horizon

21. Trying by Bully

22. Are You Lonesome Tonight? by Chris Botti, Paul Buchanan

23. Monks by Frank Ocean

24. Trade Mistakes by Panic! at the Disco

25. Human by Daughter

26. Irrelevant by Lauren Aquilina

27. Best Friends, Right? By Amy Winehouse

28. People Like Us by Kelly Clarkson

29. Doll Parts by Hole

30. Together by Night Café

31. Tokyo Narita by Halsey, Lido

32. Deadroses by Blackbear

33. Heart is Black by Escondido

34. The Judge by Twenty One Pilots

35. Ya Hey by Vampire Weekend

36. Maneater by Hall & Oates

37. Enemy Fire by Bea Miller

38. Somewhere Sweet by Scott Helman

39. Dreamville by Kenny Holland

40. Scars by James Bay

41. Fuck Me Up by Gnash

42. I Saved the World Today by Eurythmics

43. Creeper by Reese Lansangan

44. Psychic Reader by Bad Bad Hats

45. Are Things Still Burning by Em Harriss, Dials

46. Chaos by Frankie

47. Life in a Box by Raleigh Ritchie

48. Look at Me by John Lennon

49. Working for the City by Hydrogen Child

50. Weak by Wet

51. I’ll Be Good by Jaymes Young

52. Seventeen Hands by The Maccabees

53. Wasted Youth by Sody, Martin Luke Brown

54. Human by Christina Perri

55. Unforgiving Girl (She’s Not An) by Car Seat Headrest

56. Girl by Salvia Palth

57. Little Bird by Angelica Garcia

58. Fangs by Night Riots

59. Broken Bones by The Long Goodbye

60. Like You Used To by Tessa Violet

61. Lighthouse by Hearts & Colors

62. Brain Cell by Nowhere

63. How Soon is Now? by The Smith

64. BBRae by DJ Hymn, Greg Cipes

65. Ms. Anonymous by Max, Jared Evan

66. Glitter & Gold by Barns Courtney

67. Stonecold by Machineheart

68. Girls Your Age by Transviolet

69. Madness by Ruelle

70. Riot by Paris Carney

71. Detox by Clover the Girl

72. We Will Rock You by Queen

73. Local Long Distance Relationship (LA2NY) by Saint Motel

74. O.K.Fine by Clover the Girl

75. Show Me the Moon by Bandshes

76. Destroyer by Saint Motel

77. Young and Menace by Fall Out Boy

78. Bird 4 U by Surfer Blood

79. Apocalypse by Cigarettes After Sex

80. Paper Walls by Jena Rose

81. Night Trouble by Petit Biscuit

82. I Can Feel You Now by Wild Future

83. The Golden Age of Grotesque by Marilyn Manson

84. Good Mourning by Halsey

85. Antisocial by Anthrax

86. I Carried This for Years

87. Deathless by Ibeyi, Kamasi Washington

88. La berceuse hip hop du docteur Madeleine by Dionysus, Emily Loizeau

89. Roots by MO

90. Birds Fly (Whisper To A Scream) by The Icicle Works

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Note: There are 6 songs which I can’t see on my iPad?? I can’t recall what those other songs are, so sorry. I will update this once I add more songs and can finally see those locked ones. This is one of my favourite playlists ever.

-Mika the Fangirl x

#raven #raven roth #rachel roth #raven rachel roth #teen titans #dc #superhero #spotify #character playlist #playlist #mika the fangril #mika tunes #bbrae #beast boy x raven #raven x reader #music #dc comics

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capeshifters · 7 years ago

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all muses

All muses shortly

italics - pc bold- canon normal -oc

some muses might have verse specific ships or they are not shippable at all

DRAGON AGE

Nedra Surana // mage elf warden- hof | multiship | pansexual | FC: Lindsey Stirling

Narya Lavellan // dalish inquisitor |Single ship with @thebloodychampion in her main verse, other verse open | heterosexual | FC: Emile De Ravin

Merlyn Lavellan // Narya’s cousin, archer and hunter | multiship- | homosexual | FC: Eddie Redmayne (inquisitor verse available)

Litriel Lavellan // mage, necromancer and dreamer, also Narya’s cousin and Merlyn’ sister | multiship | heterosexual| FC: Alina Kovelenko

Nova Lavellan //dalish Inquisitor, has a very bad eyesight, necromancer, dreamer and uses wisps to see. loves dragons | multiship |heterosexual | FC: Lauren De Graaf

Lesi Aras //the master of smith work. Has her won shop, very inspired by Dagna | multiship | heterosexual | FC: Isabela Moner

Rin Ril Seraya //born to be female, works as a body guard of an Orlesian Lord. Disguised |multiship |undecided | FC: Winona Ryder

Aila Synelis// young elf, has a two years old girl, waitress,sweet but too trusting |multiship | heterosexual | FC: Dasha Sidorchuck

Armando Fiorenci // ex first enchanter o the circle in Dairsmuid, Rivain. Escaped death. jolly and a good mage. mage rights supporter.| multiship | pansexual | FC: Sam Elliott

Francesca Fiorenci // Armando’s sister, made tranquil. Whereabouts unknown | multiship | heterosexual | FC: Oona Chaplin

Kai Kresge // magekiller, from tevinter |multishp| pansexual | FC: Ian Bohen

Kaisa Kresge// Kai’s little sister, mage and healer and herbalist, blind.| multiship |heterosexual | FC: Elise Aarnik

Sherborne Guyader “Guy” // professor of history and arts at the university of Orlais. born in Antiva | multiship | bisexual fc: Eoin bailey

Anna Alerion // mage ,dalish, slave, servant. Now Marquis tool for his twisted desires. Secretly when able she plots to free elves.- | multiship |bisexual

Regina le Bail // ex slave, run away from tevinter, mage but uses spear to fight, companion with a wolf | multiship | heterosexual | FC: Maia Mitchell

Alan Bearhold //avvar warrior, hunter, tall man, grumpy , protects his little sister |multiship |pansexual | FC: Manu Bennett

Valerie Bearhold// mage, talks to spirits, healer, herbalist, skilled. - | multiship |heterosexual | FC: Rachel Weisz

Millicent Cadash // Inquisitor, badass rogue, thief, spy, dwarf and what else.| multiship | heterosexual | FC: Amy Manson

Devon Trevelyan // mage. from Ostwick Circle, born as a bastard son to a servant of Trevelyan family. Skilled mage, flirty but good mannered. | multiship |pansexual | FC: Richard Madden

Bella Lupus // Dragon Age - Tevinter mage, black mage, small woman, good at magic- multiship-heterosexual

Marcus Lupus // Bella’s little brother, warrior, has prosthetic arm and leg | multiship | bisexual | FC: Matthew Daddario

Janus Lupus // Bella’s and Marcus father, magister, master and killed by his brother.|single ship with @thebloodychampion |homosexual | FC: Luke Evans

Alceon Lupus // middle brother , brother of Janus, evil and mean magister. |no ship | bisexual | FC: Ansom Mount

Adrian Lupus // youngest brother, magister at the seat, divorced, likes elves | multiship.| pansexual |FC: Tom Pricone

Luca Lupus//Adrian’s son, rogue, likes training and solitude | multiship |pansexual | Fc: Adian Gillen

Gigi Trevelyan (Auriel// mercenary and Inquisitor - burns scars on her hands and feet - assassin || multiship |heterosexual | FC: Sarah Bolger

Rufus Trevelyan // ex- templar , Gigi’s uncle - mage friendly- never too old for fun | multishipo | pansexual | FC:Rufus Sewell

Adam Hawke // Hawke, shy dork, loves his dog more than people- | multiship | bisexual | FC: Garrett Hedlund

Anders//he feather mage merged with spirit, not so mage rights obessed- loves cats | single M!Hawke ship with @thebloodychampion (other muses okay to ship) | pansexual | FC: David Garrett

Dorian // the sassy one From house of Pavus- the lost son- the failure | multiship | homosexual | FC: David Gandy

Hampus Luck // archer and companion , noble but hides it, a flirt | multiship |pansexual | FC: Jamie Dornan

Appius Trius “The Architect”// High Priest of Urthemiel, a bit dork, but lovable, magister from the ancient times | single ship verse with @thebloodychampion other verse open | pansexual | Fc: Hugh Dancy

Hay // slave from the ancient times - traveled through a rift |selective ship | heterosexual | FC: Hera Hilmar

Nellie Cousland // hero of ferelden, badass redhead |multiship | heterosexual | FC: Rose Leslie

Jacob Rivera// pirate, thief, treasure hunter | multiship |bisexual | FC: Jarod Joseph

Albany Perdue // non binary, young magister , better than you- | multiship | undecided | FC: ErikaLinder

Lisetta Walgan // chasind scout/hunter - wild and untamed| multishp |pansexual | FC: Karen Gillan

Lilah Bearhold // Lady of The Skies- goddess/avvaar/ - immortal | selective ship| bisexual | Fc: Julie Kennedy/Rachel Ward(old)

Mario Albergotti lamberto De Villacorta // rogue, noble, mercenary |bisexual |Pentaghast Blood |likes dragons | FC: Matthew Mcnulty

Veran Adaar // Vixten’s twin sister | rogue |bisexual

Seranna Trevelyan - Inquisitor and templar | fears magic | bisexual | andrastian | FC: Michelle Alves

OTHER FANDOMS

Quiet // Metal Gear Solid V // sniper and bad ass, does not talk- |multiship |bisexual | FC: Game face/Stefanie Joosten

Diana // Marvel DCEU // Wonder Woman, badass but sweet | multiship | heterosexual | FC: Gal Gadot

Mei // Overwatch// climatologist, blogger, Overwatch agent | multiship | bisexual | FC: Game Face

Catwoman //Marvel // Selina Kyle, the catwoman |multiship |heterosexual | FC:Camren Bicondova

Belle/Lacey //OUAT/Disney// Belle from both Ouat and Disney and Lacey from Ouat | multiship | heterosexual | Emilie de Ravin, Cartoon face, Emma Watson

Red//OUAT-// Red from the series Once Upon A time - werewolf | multiship | bisexual | FC: Meghan Ory

Nagini Nabila // Harry Potter // Voldemorts’ Snake with a canon divergent story, reborn | multiship | pansexual | FC: Nathalie Emmanuel (young)/ Angela Bassett (old)

Augustus Rookwood//Harry Potter// Death Eater, Prisoner in Azkaban, a bit of coward | multiship | bisexual | FC: Tom Payne

Neville Longbottom//Harry Potter// student, later professor, not married yet | multiship | heterosexual | FC: Matthew Lewis

Ailla Longstar // Star Wars // twilek, bad ass pilot, spy | multiship | pansexual | FC: Milla Jovovich

Zara Andromedra // Star Wars // mandalorian warrior, arms for hire, skilled fighter , bounty hunter | multiship | bisexual | FC: Cladia Black

Lilo Young // works in the ministry of magic | FC:Nyakim Gatwech | - Harry Potter

Lassie Young // ministry worker , lilos brother |homosexual| FC: Jordan Bolger | - Harry Potter

Simon Wolfe // Deathh Eater | bi, homoromantic |FC: Alec Secreanu | - Harry Potter

Salvia Pepper // werewolf | heterosexual | FC: Natalia Ramos - Harry Potter

Gilda Gloomsdale // vampire , not dragonborn but can be // FC: Aiyana Lewis - Skyrim

MASS EFFECT

Nedra Shepard//Shepard , biotic, paragon, earthborn, war hero-| multiship | pansexual | FC: Emily Browning

Nigel Shepard// Nedra’s twin, more evil and drunkard and a gambler |multiship| bisexual | FC: Eddie Redmayne

Lisell Avequa// Asari assassin, Has a adopted son Han.|multiship- |heterosexual | FC: Tracy Ifeachor/Danai Gurira

Jirida Avequa//Lisell’s grandma, a bit crazy old asari |no ship- |bisexual | FC: Whoopi Goldberg

Nyx Avequa// an asari consort at Citadel-, not using biotics, kind |single ship |heterosexual | FC: Yaya De Costa

Han Xanis Vas Astra-//LIsell’s adopted son, quarian. Good in tech |- multiship |bisexual | FC: Logan Lerman

Vivia Bonisis // pink turian but good C-sec cyber crime detective - | single ship with @thebloodychampion | heterosexual | FC: Penelope Mitchell

Camilea -// pretty and deadly turian Blue Sun assassin |-multiship | pansexual | FC: Cara Delvigne

Salla Ryder //- female Ryder , biotic | multiship. |bisexual | FC: Emma Watson

Garrus // the one we love. does a lot of calibrating |multiship| bisexual | FC: Andrew Garfield

Liara// the blue doctor and Shadowbroker | multiship |bisexual | FC: Yara Shadhidi

Drack // the old grumpy grandpa | multiship |heterosexual | Fc: Jeff Bridges

PeeBee // the joyful and happy asari explorer|multiship-|pansexual | FC:Senait Gidey

Avitus Rix// turian pathfinder, loves Mason |single ship with @thebloodychampion Mason | homosexual | FC: Charlie Hunnam

Tibesius Suldonis // a hastatim unit leader, gay , married to a woman, manipulated by his friend and ex lover Cosna | Single ship with @thebloodychampion | homosexual | FC: Nathan Fillion

Quitilia Suldonis // sweet, Serlio’s and Silia’s mother, dead by Cosna | no ship | heterosexual | FC:Bridget Regan

Lucius Suldonis // the youngest sibling, model turian, bit of playboy, skilled pilot | multiship | pansexual | FC: Tyler Hoechlin

Serlio Salvilus // Actually son of Cosna’s brother Caius . good in politics, future turian councilor | multiship | bisexual | FC: Josh Bowman

Silia Salvilus-//blind. Serlio’s little sister, had many hardships, works in Citadel , not daughter of Cosna, but born from a relationship her mother had with Haral Nyras. | multiship| heterosexual| FC: Lyndsy Fonseca

Cosna Salvilus // the evil mastermind, took his brother’s life and played him -|no ship-|bisexual | FC: Christian Bale

Caius Salvilus // got in an accident and was in coma and memory loss for decades. Real father of Serlio | multiship | bisexual | FC: Christian Bale

Tokol // pink, hanar and definitely not someone you should trust | no ship| asexual | Fc: game face

Anaya Kiuk // a young drell assassin, suffers from deadly illness , works for Tokol- | multiship | bisexual | FC: Naomi Scott

Sunip Molane // a salaria assassin, scientist , works for Tokol |multiship |demisexual | Fc: Allyson Hannigan

Bono Baffabar-//batarian mercenary and assassin, works for Tokol -| multiship | bisexual | FC: Jake Gyllenhaal

Luc Laxius// turian business woman, mother of twins | no ship-heterosexual | FC: Meryl Streep

Maxius Kryik // son of Nihlus Kryik, C-sec officer |multiship |pansexual | FC: Sebastian Stan

Titus Faion // thief and turian, disguises as a male | multishp- heterosexual | FC: Charlize Theron

Tasha Tissel // ex asari assassin, now a doctor | single ship with @thebloodychampion | heterosexual | Fc: Chrishell Stubbs

Magnar Shepard // the viking, tall and blond, gets the job done- | multiship | pansexual | FC: Chris Hemsworth

Camephilia Octatus// Camilea’s little sister, young, raised on Omega | no ship, single ship in the future times with @thebloodychampion | heterosexual | fc: Anna von Klinski

#better post probs tomorrow with icons and more info #in case i take ym time with bios XD #out of stardust : ooc.#muses

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