#ash in lavender

[askchuuyanakahara]

Happy Birthday, Chuuya! Have a matching outfit with your puppy!

Chuuya: "Thank you..!"

Chuuya: "Ah- I can't keep them all... ah, but they're so cute!"

Chuuya: "Knowing Dazai though.. he's probably got something on camera, ugh."

@ash-in-lavender

Chuuya: "Ane-san got me some for my birthday last year. They were by some famous pâtissière in France. Truly wonderful."

Chuuya: "So, to answer your question, probably macarons!"

[acourtofquestions]

Aelin awoke to the scent of pine and snow, and knew she was home. Not in Terrasen, not yet, but in the sense she would always be home, if Rowan was with her.

[a-whispering-echo]

band! doodles

have some random drawings i collected up and put on one canvas and finished up because i need storage space <3

[ash1kun]

LMK OC SHiPS!

[lavenderasharts]

Meet Lucifer and Alastor Addams! Turned Morticia's dress into a killer suit jacket for Alastor!

[finncakes]

happy valentines day from them~💕🌿💕

(bonus orym under the cut cause it made me sensibly chuckle to myself)

[wildissylupus]

ans MW Bob is his own character a la purplekoop role requeue and Ashe has that three drones ult you made

YES!!!

I could totally see one of the consequences of Ashe choosing to stay with her parents in the Mirrorwatch Universe is that BOB gets fired. This being when Ashe realizes that her parents manipulated her and that she has made a big mistake.

And to keep on the the theme of Ashe joining Overwatch, BOB gets a job as security with Overwatch shortly after he's fired. So when Ashe joins Blackwatch they reunite and it's very sappy and sweetand Ashe eventually also goes into security work when she's not doing Blackwatch stuff. Also I 100% see this version of Ashe being more of a close ranged fighter, she's still primarily long ranged but she would be able to knock a person on their ass if needed.

Also, MW!Frankie joins Blackwatch too because I said so and she made Ashe's drones.

[waterlilychaser]

wait i am just now realizing that my prom dress is giving book hermione’s yule ball dress

[haz311bl0gs]

[kayden-valcourt]

More Practice

Can't ever get too much practice.

planning on working on ears next, placement, earing placement, and shapes. Also hair types and styles. Then maybe put it all together since the 10th is tomorrow its time to see my improvement.

[pikos-den]

"woah....the sky is so pretty here!"

tried to do a semi-style mimic. :>

[askchuuyanakahara]

chuuya please god oh my god I love you so much hands you a slightly dirty bouquet of flowers

@youroriginalsublimecupcakestuff

Chuuya: "I wouldn't call myself 'cute', though. I'd prefer 'cool'. Uh.. what did I do to warrant these compliments?"

Chuuya: "That old obaa-chan from across the street didn't tattle on me, did she?! I told her not to tell anyone I help her with her groceries!"

@ash-in-lavender

Chuuya: "Ah- and please don't touch my hair."

Chuuya: "Smells fishy."

Chuuya: "Is this Dazai?! Is this one of those 'anonymous hatemail' things?!"

[asheanon]

Vincent Valentine running a tea shop.

— For @/Carendsyaz1 (on Twitter)

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Tea Story Time...

At low volume, a strangely familiar tune can be heard playing from within. Though soft and slightly somber, there was something almost bewitching about its sound. For those who felt themselves inquisitive enough to stop by or simply take a little peek inside, the melody often served to pull them in. And if it wasn't enough to keep them there, then another provocation of the senses surely would.

While the space wasn't necessarily sizeable, it was made good use of. The interior was largely cast in black, embellished with mahogany trim and other forms of furniture and decor. Rows of shelves lined the walls - all of which were lined themselves with boxes and tins containing loose leaf tea blends. In one corner, what could best be described as "Victorian Gothic-esque" tea sets were made available with respective displays. In another, a variety of delectable baked goods could be found. It was sleek, elegant and dark. Pardoning some splashes of color, at least.

A modest collection of carmine roses and other fair forms of flower were scattered about and presented daintily, accenting the shelves and countertops. While these floral arrangements were far from abundant, oddly, their fragrance seemed to prove stronger than their number. It dared to puzzle you. Before your curiosity got the better of you, however, a door behind the counter opened.

A gentleman with long raven hair, partly obscured by a headband of a similar shade, emerged with a tray in hand. Following him, a wave of an even stronger rendition of the botanical scent wafted towards you. With a lean figure complimented by a cobalt dress shirt and black dress pants, it was soon made apparent to you... He was tall, dark and... well... he was a pretty handsome fellow too. Had it not been for the metallic shimmer of his silver tray, golden arm and rather pallid complexion, he threatened to blend right into the walls. What's that? Golden arm? Why, but of course!

Donned upon his left arm was a metal gauntlet bearing a golden sheen - large, clawed and unlike anything you had ever seen an employee in your local area wear. Its peculiarity begot intrigue.

He carefully sat the tray down upon the furthest counter, retrieving a pinch of something red, then another of something violet, dropping them both into a small metal infuser. It was then that he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Welcome." He offered a simple greeting. A moment was spared as an electric kettle was given power before he turned to face you. You were met with dark crimson eyes.

For whatever reason, you felt oddly compelled to purchase a lemon raspberry scone in particular... this same compulsion drove you to remark on the "heavenly aroma" just as well. And, as was made evident, there appeared to be a tea in the making right before your very eyes... so, naturally, one would only speculate what manner of tea it could it be, right? Right! Between the redolence and an innate sense of wonder, understandably, you found yourself pressed enough to ask about it.

Logging your order, the man then offered you a subtle nod and an even subtler smile. One that was easily missed. He retrieved a box from nearby, handing it off to you with the assurance it was a similar blend. It was titled "Rose On The Grey."

Clearly, it contained flowers; rose petals and lavender blossoms deemed safe for consumption, but it also bore black tea layered with hints of vanilla and bergamot. In essence, it was a blend of traditional Earl Grey with mostly floral additions.

"Goes well with cream and sugar." He added.

As you seemed preoccupied enough via examining the tea box's contents, he excused himself a moment more, tending to the now well heated kettle. He placed the infuser into a decorative black teacup, moderately gilded. It was one of two, now.

"Would you like a sample?"

Uh, yes. You would like a sample. In fact, when he inquired whether or not you would like any additives, you insisted that it be prepared the way he would personally prepare it. To your delight, he was willing to oblige.

The lull in time placed between the present and preparing two teacups worth of specialty tea felt to pass by effortlessly. A small, intricate table made for two beckoned you over. You took a seat with your scone and the box of tea that was not quite yours (yet,) but you felt compelled to let it accompany you nonetheless. Additional details within the shop catered to the eye as you waited.

"Here." Eventually, an elegant little cup of piping hot tea was presented to you, complete with the recommended amounts of both cream and sugar. Despite the somewhat impassive fashion in which it was bestowed upon you, you can tell it was made with love. Your intuition told you so.

Lightly blowing at the steam, you boldly went in for a sip - only to be stopped with a small "mm-mm." He had his back turned to you, returning to the counter. Had he heard you? How did he know?

The man insisted that you wait just a minute or two more, lest you burn your tongue. It was as if stories of visiting tea-samplers previous to you told themselves in the way he handled the situation. Fine, you would wait...

... But when you were done waiting, it was all yours. The revered first sip of the dark, mysterious shopkeeper's tea - of which seemed just as dark and mysterious, yet sweet as he.

[randomestfandoms-ocs]

Wait hold on looking at your OUAT masterlist, who’s Lavender? 👀👀

oooh okay so Lavender Dunbar (Cailin Keane) is Gabriel's love interest and she's based on Barbie's Rapunzel (as opposed to classic Rapunzel who shows up for an ep)

Her parents were part of a plot to assassinate Regina, they got caught and murdered, and Cailin was locked in a wing of Regina's castle. She was raised in isolation, leaning into the barbie version with Regina claiming that she saved her when she was abandoned as a baby, some sort of magic paintbrush/door situation and it's how she met Klaus/Gabriel

In Storybrooke, she was originally Regina's assistant but when Henry gets older she also becomes his nanny/maid but is also still Regina's assistant

her name is Cailin Keane in the enchanted forest for Cailin Stadnyk (the motion capture performer for Barbie Rapunzel) and Claire Keane, one of the main concept artists on tangled & created all of Rapunzel's murals

Lavender Dunbar, Lavender was because it's a plant name like Rapunzel + Lily James & Lavender Blue from Cinderella, and Dunbar is after the real artist whose work was used as Rapunzel's art in the movie

[lavenderasharts]

[sleepykamukura]

i keep forgetting to post this but my little Insignificant ashe hc is that the piercing on her helix is actually a modified microdrone (by frankie) for comms during heists made to look like an earring