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#embroidery aesthetic#embroidery design#autumn embroidery#embroidery#hoop wall decor#hoop embroidery#hoop art#fawns#fawn embroidery#baby deer embroidery#baby deer#woodland aesthetic#woodland animals#woodland embroidery
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Elegant deer logo design ♡♡♡
Your business deserves a unique logo & branding! 🪄👌 PM us for details & reservations! 💌
#logo#business#illustration#entrepreneur#artists on tumblr#branding#creative#identity#graphic design#deerlife#baby deer#forest#mountain#cabin#idea#diy#handcrafted#hand embroidery
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(ノಥ••ಥノ) what a sweetheart
Been working on a wee soft boi who is almost ready... 🦌💐💜
#lavendeer#baby deer#awww this is too cute (>ω<)#the flower embroidery is so precious and the little facey (>ω<)
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Some embroidery inspired by the ever fabulous @venomous-qwille's Ghost in the Machine ✨
The lines that inspired it:
Along the edges of the mend trail a procession of tiny animals, picked out in colored thread. Glimmering navy magpies dip between the slender necks of wild horses in burnt orange; an otter slinks low beneath the legs of a silver wolf; yellow cats and red foxes and a tiny trail of purple rabbits that dance along the tear, paw in paw.
the glimmering fishes with their scales picked out in cyan and eggshell blue, a forest green tortoise tucked behind the hooves of a baby pink deer. You run your fingers over the stitching—and like braille you read the faintest memories of the thread there—beloved and stored in delicate little spools, two by two. - Qwille, GITM
#embroidery#GITM#my art#fanart#ughhhh i haven't done embroidery in such a long time#this was so nice to get back into it with#i might just start making little embroidery pieces again
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Demi Demon || Alastor x Reader, Act 3 part 21
Synopsis: the ending
Previous Part
Part 21: the ending
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"Well it looks as if the tables have turned." Reagan strode in sporting a large belly. A smile broke on my lips as Althea pulled a chair beside me for the pregnant mother.
"And why's that?" I returned. "Because my babies are in a crib and not my stomach?"
She laughed. Her hair moved in a way that made her look young again. I could still remember the day she first opened up to me on the beach. "'Course not. It's because once up a time, a long long time ago—" I lightly shoved her for the extreme dramatization, "I was sitting in that chair in a nervous wreck. And now it's your turn."
"Just as it'll be your turn to push out a little devil until your eyes pop out."
"So unnecessary," Althea heaved a sigh as she passed behind us. Arleen replaced her with a shallow box of different brushes and makeup.
"This is nothing compared to what I've had to do," I continued on with Reagan.
"Ah but you were prepared and used to it," she argued. "You're not prepared nor used to Alastor being a gentleman."
"Oh he's learned a lot," my voice took a higher pitch. Arleen lifted my chin up and started dabbing on a touch of makeup. "After all, he did manage to actually kneel to me when he proposed."
"And he's actually going through with the wedding," Althea commented from her corner of the room. "Man hasn't run off with his deer tail tucked between his legs."
I tried to keep my head steady as I laughed. "Don't let him catch you saying that."
"Everyone will know by the time they see your girls running about," Arleen said. "After all, one of them has his tail. People will gossip about the possibility."
Arleen finished the basic makeup I had asked for then helped me into my dress. The torso of the dress was black and faded into a grey halfway down. The ends of the dress turned a bright white but were covered by red and black etches. They were mostly flowers but Arleen had snuck in several of Alastor's symbols, my own, and the family crest.
Althea tightened the straps behind my back then clipped the embroidery on top. While she fixed any folds or creases, Arleen gave me a box of jewelry. I held it open as she withdrew silver clasps and strands to hang on my horns. Reagan pulled out the family crest and settled it over my chest. Not too long ago would she have scoffed at the idea of me wearing a crest that included Alastor's in some way.
"Stunning," Althea said as she came around the front to look at me.
"You think so?" I turned to look in the tall mirror. I genuinely liked the way I looked. It wasn't often that I dressed up. My mood shifted as I looked at Althea who held a sad, knowing look. "Do you think they would've liked it?"
Vilcin and Vivian remained with me, their souls revealing their memories and asking me to keep them with me. I couldn't exactly speak to them but there was a type of silent communication every now and then. If they were condemned for simply being born a Demon, I would hold on to them as long as possible. Part of me believed they were content to watch over my mind and the long life that lay ahead of me.
"Magic is strange. I have a feeling they're watching us at this very moment," Althea answered.
I swallowed the grief that had risen and looked at myself in the mirror. I took a slow, deep breath as the cracked clock ticked away on the nightstand. We were in Arleen's store, thankful that only half of it had succumbed to the battle.
For the past six months, those who remained in the city worked tirelessly to rebuild their home block by block. We lost about 3/4 of our population in the battle and about half of the remaining left the city, some disappearing through the gates of Hell but most deciding their fate was more secured in a different city. I couldn't blame any of them but I was grateful to those who stayed.
Althea opened the door to let Charlie and Vaggie in. The princess of Hell and her partner held my daughters in bundles of deep velvet. Their flat noses scrunched at the smell of perfume and other scents lingering in the air. I leaned down to place a soft kiss on each of their foreheads. So far, the tiny one wasn't showing any signs of weakness. Althea told me she would likely grow up as normal as her twin.
"Are you ready?" Charlie was practically radiating sunshine in my face.
"I suppose," I replied. I had never been ready for much in my life but still managed to deal and cope with it relatively fine.
Charlie gushed at her partner and the pair excitedly left the store, on their way to let my soon-to-be husband know I was ready. I knew Al had never been interested in weddings but perhaps with the loss of our connection, he found it fulfilling.
It had taken a week after the battle to finally talk to Alastor. I had dug a new cave deep in the earth and cut myself off from the rest of the world. Every time I stood with him, the silence in my mind only reminded me of the pain and loss of our connection. On top of that, I was deathly afraid that another Angel would come down to kill my daughters. So the twins never left my sight in the past few months leading up to this day.
Even now, having them in Charlie's care made me incredibly anxious on top of everything. A lot of stories had bad things happen on a wedding day. Surely I had suffered enough?
"Take a deep breath," Reagan said as she took my hands in hers. My black claws were a stark contrast to her pale human hands.
"I'm fine."
All three women gave me a look. It made me smile and I forcefully took a deep breath. My healer and first friend gently leaned her head on my shoulder, wolf ears brushing my neck. I returned the sentiment then finally faced the direction of the door. I felt my stomach drop with my smile.
"You have nothing to be afraid of. This is an exciting day," Reagan tried reassuringly.
"This is stupid," I said.
"What is?" Althea stepped into view.
"Me. I shouldn't...I'm the one who wanted this but I...I don't...I shouldn't be like this." My thoughts jumped to the girls, the very proof of my relationship with Alastor. And yet I was terrified to marry him?
"Everyone gets nervous," Arleen said matter-of-factly. "It doesn't mean you don't love him. And goodness knows everyone has been waiting for this day."
"What?" I turned to look at my seamstress.
Her beautiful butterfly wings fluttered. "Everyone knew you were soulmates but we've been waiting for you two to actually have a wedding. It's what most people do and...well, to be frank with just you, we've all been rooting for your relationship to be strong enough to get married."
"You...you've been waiting for this?" I looked at Althea.
"Everyone was at least a little interested in your relationship. Especially since you and Alastor are the guardians and he's...well, he's the Radio Demon. People like to talk."
"People have been rooting for you," Reagan added.
I couldn't believe that people had actually been interested in my relationship, let alone hoping that it would turn out well. On top of that, they wanted us to actually hold a ceremony.
No wonder there's so many people, I thought to myself as I finally stepped out of the store. Everyone had paused reconstruction on the city to watch, just as they had done for Reagan. Only this time it felt like there was a hideous more amount of eyes.
Everyone I passed smiled and whispered a word of congratulations. The children hiding behind their parents' legs were staying wide eyed and mouth agape. I kept my face as neutral as possible while my stomach flipped repeatedly.
My footclaws tapped the uneven stone and my friends and adopted daughter held the end of the gown high enough so it didn't tear. My claws held onto each other as we made our way up towards the house. The ceremony was being held in the backyard on the very edge of the cliff. I couldn't see anything yet since we were crossing the fielding directly in front of the house. It gave me enough time to count my breaths into steady, even ones.
The cool, autumn air felt refreshing in my lungs. The earth was damp and cold under my feet but it was the most relieving, most grounding feeling. The smell of ash, smoke, and misery had finally faded away, replaced by the juvenile feeling of the turning of the seasons.
As we drew closer, I could hear the quiet murmur of people and the faint sound of a radio playing the familiar song of Nat King Cole's (I love you) For Sentimental Reasons. Of course Alastor picked that one. It was the same song we had danced to, the first song I had broken out of my shell and truly danced with him. He likely picked it in an effort to calm any nerves we might have shared.
A pathway of stones had been placed in the grass leading around the side of the house. I took a moment by the porch to take another slow breath. I had walked Reagan down the aisle but I would walk alone.
My story might be filled with sadness, bitterness, death, abandonment, suffering, and events I wish I could erase, but it was also a story filled with victory, resilience, lessons, friends, and finding peace in the chaos of what I called me. But importantly, it was filled with love. Love for my friends, for my family, for my daughters, and for my partner in life.
I took a step on the first stone. Then the next. Until I was on soft, autumn grass in between two crowds of those Alastor and I both held dear to our hearts--though most of them were from me. Althea, Reagan, and Arleen had let go of the dress and moved to stand in their positions. At the end of the aisle stood Lucifer dressed in a black suit. Standing adjacent to him was Alastor.
Both of us were stuck in place with our mouths slightly agape. A ripple of laughter quietly spread through the crowd.
Alastor wore an all black suit with red flowers and gold stems weaving all throughout the surface of the coat. Even the shirt underneath was black, topped with his usual red bow tie. His antlers had sprouted higher and were adorned with beautiful gold chains just as my horns had been. They swayed with ever small move of his head. His ears remained untouched and were sticking straight up as his eyes--glowing a soft, beautiful red--took in my appearance. Was that a blush I was seeing or just the setting sun?
I regained control of my limbs as I finished walking down the aisle. Charlie and Vaggie were at the front with the twins, with an eager Rosie beside them. When she heard the news of both the twins' birth and the wedding, she practically killed both Al and I in a loving hug. She matched, if not exceeded, Charlie's bright enthusiasm.
I reached out my hand to Nym and Thatcher who were patiently standing with the rest of the crowd. They let me squeeze their hand before walking up to stand beside Alastor. His soft, genuine smile paired perfectly with his half lidded eyes in a look of adoration. My eyes wanted to continue scanning his broad chest but that would be for later.
Instead, I finally turned to look at Lucifer. Despite any hatred the two shared, they agreed to stuff it down in spirit of the wedding. Lucifer, the King of Hell, was more than happy to officiate a wedding on my behalf.
Lucifer opened a book. He spoke our name as he looked at each of us individually. "I bid you look into each other's eyes."
We turned to face each other. Alastor held up his hand and I took it, enjoying the feeling of his large claws wrapping securely around mine.
"Will you honor and respect one another, and seek to never break that honor?"
"We will," we said in union.
Lucifer revealed a beautiful rope tied with reds, blacks, and purples, topped with an intricately spun weave on the top that matched our family crest. He placed it atop our folded hands and lifted one end over it, lightly keeping our hands together.
"And so the first binding is made," Lucifer continued. "Will you share each other's pain and seek to ease it?"
"We will."
Lucifer draped the second cord over our hands.
"And so the binding is made. Will you share the burdens of each so that your souls may grow in this union?"
"We will."
Lucifer draped the third cord over our hands.
"And so the binding is made. Will you share each other's laughter, and look for the brightness in life and the positive in each other?"
"We will."
Lucifer draped the fourth cord over our hands.
"And so the final binding is made." He looked to each of us again as he spelled out our full names. "As your hands are bound together now, so your lives and souls are joined in union and trust. Above you are the stars and Heaven, and below is the earth and Hell. Like the stars, your love should be a constant source of light, and like the earth a firm foundation to grow further."
My heart was beating in my ears.
"Do we have a deal?" Alastor proposed. My heart skipped a beat, the flash of instinctual fear abating, as if the magic in his eyes were chasing it away.
My smile finally cracked. "Deal."
A mix of green, purple, and gold sprouted from our clasped hands. The magic surged through my veins, filling me with so much energy it felt like ecstasy. Alastor's eyes reflected the colors before he pulled my hand and captured my mouth in a kiss. I tightened my grip on his hand as I leaned into the kiss, my back arching into his other arm and trusting him to hold me up. Cheers erupted in our ears but we were paying them no mind.
Alastor tilted his head further and slipped his tongue through my lips. I hummed in satisfaction as warmth filled not only my mouth but my body as a whole. I breathed against his smooth skin and placed my hand on the spot behind his jaw. I swallowed a whine as my tongue circled around his once before we pulled away.
For tonight.
I had thought it, but it sounded as if there was a twinge of Alastor's voice.
I looked down at our hands only to find the faint hue of a line between us. It was like a tiny piece of rope with a bright red, purple, and gold mixed together. It wasn't our bond but it was...something else.
"Take notice," Lucifer said, his voice reaching above the crowd to guide them into silence, "for we have unearthed new magic. While Heaven decides soulmates, Hell may create something new. These two souls are bound with the power of their shared deal and the power of my own hands. The King of Hell may sanction what he choses when it comes to his subjects." His smile, devilish in his own way, was almost like a smirk as he looked to Alastor. "Guess your idea wasn't half bad."
"It was your idea?" I questioned, letting Alastor pull me up. "How did you know?"
"I didn't. But you must remember, my love," he lifted our bound hands, "that you have decided to marry me. A man whose wit has lasted him nearly a thousand years and landed him the most beautiful bride possible."
Of course Alastor knew how to get around something. Of course Alastor would think of something to turn a bad situation into one he could benefit from. Of course he would test something on our wedding day. Of course he would find any possible way to make things right with me. And of course I fell for him.
He may not be Lucifer the Devil, but he could weave his way through the impossible just as Lucifer had done in his deal with Heaven.
"It may not be the same," Lucifer added, "but it's Hell's version of soulmates." He undid the rope and folded it neatly in his smooth black hands. I stepped forward and wrapped him in a tight embrace, finding his head above my shoulder. He had purposefully made himself taller for this event.
"Thank you, Lucifer," I whispered in his ear.
The devil didn't have anything to say, instead returning the hug until I managed to pull myself away. Alastor's hand found mine, bringing it up to kiss the back of it so my eyes would fall on him. The crowd clapped and cheered again as they followed us back along the path, across the field, and into a clearing in the middle of the ruined city.
Alastor stopped in the center of the clearing then lifted our hands in the sky. The rest of the civilians who awaited our return yelled their praise, whistling and shouting and clapping. I stared in awestruck as flowers fell from the sky and people gathered around to congratulate us. It was the first time I had seen Alastor allow anyone to be this close to him.
Live music struck up somewhere and tables of food and drinks were brought out. It was nothing near as fancy as Reagan's wedding had been but I was happy just to have such a celebration in my name. In our name.
Alastor never expressed anything past amusement or contentment. But today--oh, today--he was happy. His toothy smile was wide and full of joy. The music was more upbeat than I'd known him to dance to but he danced as if he had done this before, hand clasping mine and other one moving with the sway of my hips.
His legs moved quickly but I kept up, happiness running like adrenaline through my body. Everyone else danced along, jumping and swaying to the beat of the instruments we had saved. He pulled, twisted, and twirled me every which way. The jewelry on our horns magically remained untangled as we moved.
I was laughing the most I ever had in my whole life combined. My eyes looked nowhere else but his red ones. A long time ago, I would have felt trapped. Today, I felt safe. Through everything we had come out on top. We were bruised, bloodied, and traumatized, but we were on top.
Our stamina eventually wore out. We retired to a table set just for us and our closest family members. On my right sat Althea, Reagan, along with her husband Lucas, and Thatcher. To Alastor's left was Rosie, Husker, and Nym.
I caught Charlie's eye and asked for the twins. The little souls were placed in mine and Alastor's arms, allowing the Princess and her partner to enjoy a few dances themselves. I suspected that Vaggie may propose sometime soon.
I took a sip of cold water as I bounced the tiny twin in my arm. Both Nym and Thatcher enjoyed watching or helping with the girls when they weren't crying, so their eyes were happily focused on the tiny beings in our arms.
The twin in my arm had her father's trademark ears and my pointed fingers, the nails looking ready to become claws soon. She had dusty gray skin around her fingers and toes. I expected it to darken as she grew, matching the similar stain Alastor and I both bore.
Alastor leaned over to press a kiss to the side of my head. I looked at the second twin. She was growing and growing fast. Her flat nose seemed to always be sniffing the air, a trait surely from me, and she also sported Alastor's ears. They weren't as bright red as his but more of a mutilated color between his hair and mine.
I'm very happy.
There it was again. A voice that belonged to me but sounded like Alastor's. The connection was there--my mind no longer completely empty--but it was different. I had no idea what adventures would surface that would encourage us to explore it to its limits.
I leaned back into the chair and watched the party go on. Everyone had been stressed and pushed beyond exhausted to rebuild our city enough to inhabit the current population. This was a much needed break for them all. It was a celebration of Alastor and I but also of the home we protected. We had lived, faced Heaven head on, and would continue to do so for as long as we lived.
Which, who knew how long that would be?
All I knew was that if I had the opportunity to go back in time and chose a different path, I wouldn't take it. Despite everything that had happened, I would do it all again if I could sit beside Alastor, our daughters in our arms, and our family dancing around us.
I would never give that up.
Yeah, it was all worth it.
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Author's Note:
And so, the glorious adventure has come to an end. Expect announcements by tomorrow <3
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#demi demon#alastor the radio demon#alastor x reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#soulmate au#soulmates#reqs open
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a hot new couple has dropped in the Mushroom circle Son of apollo!Chris x daughter of Demeter!reader
Chris - Son of Apollo, god of the sun.
Care bear band-aids, pins COVERING his bags, theater kid, guitar, journals, sticker collector, painter, cherry pepsi, Hyacinthus, messy hair, swim trunks with sun's on them, Heather's enthusiast.
"Im having such a bad hair day :c"
Bug- Daughter of Demeter, goddess of the harvest.
baking, bird-watching, blackberries that are JUST ripe enough, baby tee's, bug collector, pink converse, grass stained jeans, embroidery, has a pet deer named Strawberry, has the slightest of anger issues.
"Atleast your hair doesnt have grass stuck in it."
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a pr3ttyf4wn record!
#romans works🦌#sturniolo triplets#sturniolo#the sturniolo triplets#chris sturniolo#demigod!reader#❀Bug x Chris!❀#chris blurb#chris fluff#chris imagine#chris x reader#christoper fluff#christopher sturniolo fluff#christoper sturniolo#christopher sturniolo
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screenprinting for the first time in ages! prancing mama deer and faun ✨🦌 out of all of the layered ones, I only got one to register perfectly (the one on the green fabric) so I went in with ink and embroidery to spruce up the others
ID: Six photos of a screenprinted design of a mother and baby deer on fabric. They are printed in green and brown inks on various white, green, and brown fabrics.
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INSANITY (Hellaverse x Isekai Male reader) BIO:
Name: Y/N L/N
Eye color: (E/C)
Hair color: (H/C)
Race: Human
Country of birth: USA
New Home: Hell
Gender: Bisexual
Weapons:
-Spear (Transformers/Transformers one)
-Twin swords
-One dagger
Age: 19
Like: Taylor Swift's music, videogames, movies, ice cream, hot dogs, pizza, protect his friends and family, Painting, Radio Broadcasts, Sabrina capenter's photos, Sculpture, bread, writing on ao3/art of our own, embroiderying, birds, feeling cozy, cozycore, autumn/fall, Winter, cosplay, hippo, handmade's works, watercolor, Spooky season, Bats, Bat, Fairycore, writers, Dropout's shoes, Traditional art, Halloween, art history, Plush, football, classical music, North Carolina, Drawtober, biology, writing on Nanowrimo, playing with Rpg games, book quotes, inktober 2024, Inktober, Short Story, Climate change, Dancing with the stars, Trans right, Grandmacore, Florida, Germany, Japan, Crochet, Northern Lights, Gouache, going to the library, Columbus day, Indigenous peoples day, Knitting, Plushblr, Cyberpunk, scifi, swifties, mtg, the eras tour, Black and White Photography, Zoology, Pusheen, 3dmodeling, blender3d, animation, chaggie, Mark rothko, memes, sketchbook, original Photographers, Incorrect quotes, Photographers on tumblr, Peru, writing prompt, april fools, Boop, Boop o meter, baseball, pumpkins, Gaza, Palestine, Free Gaza, Free Palestine, Gaza Strip, November 5th, South Corea, Pennsylvania, the sound of music, Farmcore, Christmas, Newyear, Webfishing, studyblr, Entomology, Originaldesign, Foryoupage, november, 5th november, gl2, gl2mv, Gachamusicvideo, Gachaanimation, baby, baby deer, babydeer, anime, asmr, asmrsounds, capcut, my, drawing, oc, fyp, swapau, sketches, movie, moviescenes, sketchbook, Nature Photography, Hazbin fanart, hazbin hotel comic, hazbin hotel headcanon, hazbin hotel fanfiction, animationtest, adobeanimation, Trending, rocknroll, acdc, music, virale, live, film, odderic, menswear, cinema , octopus, Shakespeare, reproductive rights, affection, infatuation, pet, poetry, cityscapes, gatti, cats, mensfashion, animals, food, falling leaves, vivziepophazbinhotel, gaming, cold, Trolledit, curiosità, this Hazbin hotel au, musical, tweening, manga, comedy, itsanimetime, animeshorts, animeedit, animefights, animemoments, ocstory, originalcharacter
Dislike: Pedophiles, Rapers, gangsters, killers, Drug dealers, someone who hurt his friends and his new family, Hurricane Milton, Hurricane Helene, Israel, being abandoned, Psychological torture, being a Humanpet
Friends: Blitzo (Stolitz), Moxxie, Loona, Stolas (Stolitz), Octavia, Millie, Fizzarolli, Vortex, Bill Cipher, Deadpool, Wolverine, Ford Pines, Dan howell/Daniel howell, Phil Lester, mimzy, sir pentious, egg boys
Harem: Velvette, Verosika (Verosikamayday), Josh, Coco, Apple, Kat, Milky, Kiki, Ace, Charlie (chaggie), Vaggie (hazbinhotelvaggie/Vaggie hazbin hotel/chaggie), Emily, Monika, Sayori, Yuri, Natsuki, Desire (possessive behaviour towards Y/N)
Family: Alastor (1st Father Figure), Asmodeus (Uncle Figure), Mammon (Uncle Figure), Beelzebub (Aunt figure), Husker (Radiohusk) (Older Brother Figure), Angel dust (hazbinhotelangeldust/huskdust) (Older Brother Figure), Lucifer (Hazbinhotellucifer) (Uncle Figure), Niffty (Little sister figure) (Niffty hazbin hotel/Hazbin hotel niffty/Nifty), Carmilla/Carmilla Carmine (Mother Figure), Rosie (Aunt Figure), Missi Zilla (Older sister Figure), Belphegor (Aunt figure), Leviathan (Aunt figure)
Enemies: Valentino, Vox, Stella, Striker, Crimson, Adam, Lute, Exorcists, Sera, Cherubins, D.H.O.R.K.S., Satan, Andrealphus, Sukuna, Muzan, Crowley, Ferid, Vampires, Heaven
Favourite president: Joe Biden
Favourite Movie's actors: Hugh Jackman, Ryan Reynolds,
Favourite Singer: Taylor Swift
Favourite Studio: Studio Ghibli
Favourite race car driver: Land Norris/Lando norris (F1/Formula 1)
Hobby: artist
Powers:
•Super Speed
•Earth Magic
•Fire Magic
•Immortality
•Holy Magic
•Demonic Magic
•Blood Magic
Skills:
•Mental health
•Zoology
•Science
•Fire Ball
•Eath pillars
•Bloodlust
•Grasp Heart
•Omega Ark
•Divine Judgment
•Summon
•Stealth
•Poison
•Paralyze
•Aura Manipulation
•King of the Thunders (Zeus' Blessing)
•King of the Oceans (Poseidon's Blesssing)
•King of the Dead (Hades' Blessing)
•King of the Sun (Apollo's Blessing)
•Queen of Wisdom (Athena's Blessing)
•Queen of family and Marriage (Era's Blessing)
•King of the System and of darkness (Sung Jinwoo's Blessing)
•Divine Intervention
•Demonic transformation
•Angelic transformation
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His Army (Military):
-Generals (Genshin Impact/Genshin/Genshinimpact):
•Pierro
•Il Dottore
•Columbina
•Arlecchino (2nd Father Figure)
•Pulcinella
•Scaramouche
•Sandrone
•La Signora
•Pantalone
•Tartaglia
•Il Capitano
•Crucabena
-Liutenants (Mcyt/Dream smp/Minecraft/Evbo/Mineblr/Dsmp/Life series):
•Dream
•Technoblade
•GeorgeNotFound
•Wilbur
•Philza
•Tommyinnit
•Jack Manifold
-Soldiers (Team Fortress 2/TF2):
•20 000 Soldier
•10 000 Scout
•3000 Pyro
•2000 Medic
•12 000 Engineer
•1000 Sniper
•4000 Demoman
•5000 Heavy
•1000 Spy
-Elite Soldiers (Cotl/Cult of the Lamb):
•Leshy: Bishop of Chaos
•Heket: Bishop of Famine
•Kallamar: Bishop of Pestilence
•Shamura: Bishop of Knowledge and War
•Narinder: Bishop of Death
-Commanders (Homestuck):
•Karkat Vantas
•Dave Strider
-Y/N's bodyguards (Baldur's gate 3/Bg3):
•2 Death knights
-Airforce (Pokemon):
•3000 Beedrills
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Gods who have blessed Y/N:
•Zeus (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Poseidon (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Hades (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Apollo (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Athena (Percy Jackson/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Era (Kaos/Netflix/Greek Mythology/Epic the Musical/Epic the Vengeance Saga/Percy Jackson and the Olympians) (Pagan)
•Sung Jinwoo (Sololeveling/Manwha/webtoon/Gates) (Pagan)
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The Owl House: Charis!AU
Context: the Wittebane brothers get tragically separated in their youth. One is thrown abruptly in the future, while the other remains stuck in the past, how will this change their story?
I am very happy to officially welcome you in my own personal AU of the show TOH, which I am creating in collaboration with @magpieddd (literally, none of this would have been possible without this amazing person-).
I will not spoil too much in this post, as I plan to gradually release the information thru blogs and building a small wiki as well so everything is much more organized! Just know that if you enjoy TOH and heavy Wittebro angst this is the place for you! Do not let the bright colors trick you, things will get dark pretty fast.
I want to dedicate this post to talk about my personal design of Young Philip Wittebane, because there are some details I am very proud of!
- The 9-years old design is very straightforward. Like hunter’s, it is simply a personal interpretation of his canon outfit. In this case, I wanted to remark the dire situation the two brothers were living in, with the clothes being clearly old and ill fitted for the small boy, and of course, i couldn’t not include his precious stag wooden mask.
- Now, for the second design, we get into interesting territory. For the hair, he decided to let it grow so that he would be able to tie it up, as a silent small tribute to his older brother.
- As it can clearly be seen by the first image, Philip is much smaller both in height and body type when compared to Hunter. This is due 3 factors: age, diet and lifestyle. In my au, Philip is around 12 years old, while Hunter is around 17. Hunter trains intensely to be the best of the best, a soldier and a perfect golden guard, even more than in canon as he is held to much higher and stricter standards, so he is of course more buff. And finally, the boiling isles offer a rather poor diet for a small human child.
- Philip has a belt with a bag attached to it, in which he carries his precious notebook
- the embroidery at the center of his outfit is meant to resemble a stag, but from the distance it may appear a demon as well
- AND FOR MY FAVORITE DETAIL: THE CLEARER SPOTS ON HIS CLOTHES. Okay, this has actually a double meaning! First and foremost, his outfit is meant to represent fire. This element can have many interpretations, something warm, but dangerous, that can give life and death in equal measure- but I personally mainly wanted to make a subtle nod to the witch hunting tradition of his home town, having him represent a pire on fire on which the people accused of being witches would be burnt alive. On the other side tho- the spots represent something much more innocent! When stags are still baby deers, bambis, they tend to have their back covered in white spots, which disappear as they grow up. This is to symbolize that even if he wears the mask of a stag, Philip in this AU is still very much a small child who has a lot to grow up to do, and no mask can change that as he wears barely disguised the signs of his naivety.
These are all my favorite details! I am so proud of this and I really hope you will enjoy it as well. More content will be soon posted in which I will go into more details about this AU.
PS: Charis is the fake name Philip uses in the Boiling Isles :3
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THINGS YOUR MUSE WILL NOTICE ABOUT MINE. (Repost, don't Reblog, please!)
WHAT THEY LOOK LIKE:
Big, deep brown, almond-shaped eyes with creases at their corners lend to Doe’s broad, beaming smile. Still, something doesn’t sit well in her eyes, like porcelain fruit. Big, beautiful and fawnlike as they are, there’s a level of emptiness and vacancy behind them. Lights are on, but nobody is home. Maybe it’s the lack of focus, wide and shining but unfocused, staring at something far away and unseen to the rest of the world. Perhaps it’s the quiet weariness carried under them, bags partially hidden with makeup and glitter but evident in the lack of light behind her expressions. Either way, it’s unnerving at the best of times.
BIIIIIG expressions. Doe doesn't emote like most people. Oscillating between a neutral facial expression that denotes nothing at all, just a wide-eyed, almost haunted deer in the headlights vacancy that's evocative of porcelain dolls watching from a shelf to full-bodied, all emotion and no-holds-barred expressions of her feelings, like toothy, full-faced expressions of pure energy. Toothy mouth open, cackling grins, feral snarls like something out of an animal, not a human, and full gross sobs. Now, it should be said that Doe does feel sheepish about this. Quickly shying up and returning to her neutral and controlled expression when called on it. Still! unnerving queen!
Very, very emotive with her hands, arms, legs and everything. When she's feeling, she's feeling HEAVILY, and the emotions seem to affect her like a kid's toy tapped onto a generator instead of a double A battery. She's hopping in place, pointing, gesturing, everything.
Constrained body language, though, when left to her own devices, she likes to keep her hands, legs and arms to herself. Refusing to sit with legs spread or arms splayed out, even when utterly comfortable with her surroundings.
FRECKLES!!! Doe is covered in freckles and moles, concentrated most on her cheeks and upper back in a bountiful constellation of markings. She avoids covering with makeup and instead tries to enhance with methods like liners and slightly lighter blemish cover.
A squint in her left eye (ptosis), one of few remnants of her skull and face improperly being healed through the afterlife process after being crushed in during her death.
Short and petite, no taller than 5'0 when standing straight up and often smaller with the slight slouch in her appearance. Curvy build with a wide if boxy, bust and hips.
Distinct personal fashion sense that blends the line between maximalism, 80s high glam, hair metal and punk/counterculture aesthetics (specifically those associated with lesbian and bisexual communities). Featuring many layers, leather & denim, HEAVY personalization (painting, embroidery, patches), different clashing patterns, too many belts, bright colors, metallic incorporation, accessories and provocative fits.
Dresses in almost exclusively Jewel-Tones (Blues, Purples, Reds, Pinks, Yellows & Turquoise Greens)
BIG HAIR!!!! It's the 80s, so it's a given, but I HAVE to mention that she often has it either curled and styled with varying degrees of mess from day-to-day wear or actively in curlers. She's very rarely seen with her natural texture and style on display.
ALWAYS wearing makeup, usually just lip gloss and lipsticks and eyeshadows. I'm not fond of foundations, though!
Somehow, despite the Raccoon-energy that defines Doe, she maintains a neat and made-up appearance that's earned her the nickname 'princess' by many for the high-maintenance vibes she evokes. Something, something, she looks plastic!
WHAT THEY SMELL LIKE:
Understated but not undetectable base of a clean, floral, baby-powder-like aroma reminiscent of fresh wet laundry on the line
Thick and heavy overcoat of an almost intoxicating, floral & chemical-laden musk distinctive of cheap hairspray, mousse and bustling hair salons on a Sunday afternoon
Beneath the perfume of her hair products, Doe has a distinctive, almost nature-evoking blend of sweet amber, gardenia & jasmine, black cherry, nectarines, grapefruit, fallen leaves and wood.
Clothing has a thin aroma of cigarette and skunky smoke musk clinging to it, droned out by the already loud scents of her perfume and body products.
Breath is generally unnotable, though tinged with sweetness and minty freshness from her sugar-loving diet and gum-chewing habit.
WHAT THEY TASTE LIKE:
Sticky, sickly-sweet cherry-flavouring painted across her lips, harkening to those few bittersweet maraschinos swimming at the bottom of a half-drunk cocktail, festive, blood-red heart-shaped suckers and menthol-laced cough drops. It's an unnatural, overpowering, fruity concoction with a hint of a sour kick. Evocative more of her personality than the times.
Often, Doe's kiss comes with a warm, menthol tang on the tongue and in the back of the throat, resulting from a long-held habit of chewing gum to alleviate subconscious jaw clenching.
Depending on the situation, the stale taste of stagnant, metallic blood. The leftover remnants of a recent death or attack against her.
WHAT THEY SOUND LIKE:
High-pitched but silvery and dulcet-toned.
Gregarious but not at all loud, though she will talk at length whenever her body and mind allow her, her volume is quiet and softly spoken, maybe two or three steps above a whisper that often becomes muddled out in the presence of other people, which frustrates her to no end.
Playful, non-fussed lilt to her words, often not seeming to take anything TOO seriously. Part confidence and part pure mischief but all Doe!
Notable slur to her words that worsens, to the point of her speech being difficult to understand when speaking at length and with overwhelming emotion.
Very distinct Western Canadian accent that can be confused for an American accent until she goes to pronounce certain words, such as plague (pl-AG), drama (DRA-ma), lever (LEE-ver), z (zed), etc.
Kind of an evil, wicked witch of the west cackle, though! It's a point of playful mocking, but she will audibly titter with an 'ehehehehe'
WHAT THEY FEEL LIKE:
VERY soft skin that dips and dimples where numerous scars can be felt in her skin,
Mismatched, the constantly changes between the clothing she layers and the level of care Doe pays attention to certain features of herself lends to a confusing sensory experience but one that perfectly suits her
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Original embroidery - KolomanKnitShop
instagram - fox_and_blueberry
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Gift Ideas; For the Woman Who is Already In Everything
More well fitting slippers. Size 12.
A better shovel.
Machetes, no plastic on the handles.
Tractional bows, long arrows.
A hunting rifle, ammunition.
A place to shoot them.
Every medicinal native plant.
A baby.
Chickens.
Every edible native plant.
More handmade pottery that has function.
Religious texts.
Books of anarchy, already broken in. Softcover.
A still.
A spinning wheel.
Wood. Always wood.
Clay.
Tall sturdy baskets.
All the many vinegars.
Booze of any kind.
Shoes, Real shoes, The kind that are supportive, That you can maintain and repair, Size 12.
Wool.
Cordage of every kind of cording plant.
Willow wands.
Fiber spun from strings that pluck the song of the birds and the leaves.
Elderberry, dried.
Button down jean dress.
Pockets added on to many things.
A new corset.
A prayer to finally say how I feel about the sun.
A teacher.
Skirts that are long and flowing and cotton and fit me.
Warm wet pussy.
Sourdough bread.
Homemade cheese.
Stillness.
A mind that flows like water and a pen that writes on its own.
A pen that fits my hands.
Pillowcases, cotton.
Kumbucha, low sugar, ginger or cucumber preferred.
A key to the out building where god has locked away the font of grace.
Forgiveness, from within.
To know the means and the does-not-ends.
A ceramic tea kettle that’s strong and subtle.
Supple breasts.
Deer bones.
Animal hide.
A well fit dress.
A swimming hole to kiss you in.
A song that records itself.
A jam session.
A record player.
Records to put in it.
A new hat,
Or an old one.
A Mardi Gras outfit like those men who walk on horses.
An end to everything that the law calls justice.
Justice, the art of making things right.
Love.
Feeling alive.
Your homemade mosquito repellent.
Help pulling privet.
You to learn to sew.
Me to learn to listen.
Us to learn to stretch the day.
A night to sleep under the stars in Coden.
A trip to the country.
A kite to fly.
Stars, bright, peering out of the darkness.
To build a boat and sail the ocean.
Lao Tzu’s hand to hold.
A hug from Le Guin.
A moment at the grave of my MawMaw.
More kinship from my kin.
Found family to finally be more family than acquaintance.
A visit from all of my online friends.
An antique bed frame of solid wood, with four posts and a canopy to hide in.
Long handled pruners, stronger than bodark.
Something to make me sleepy after dark.
Internal temperance.
A tattoo.
Ideas for them.
The perfect stick for an atlatl.
A perfect stick to walk with, never hewn, beaver cut.
The wisdom of the ages.
An anarchy inside of me that comes to be religion.
The ability to accept it.
The ability to stop talking, and just listen.
A nice wooden box to keep all my seeds in.
Wall shelves.
Tall shelves.
Someone to remind me of the woodworking that has left me.
Earthsea, Le guin. Soft cover.
Le guin. Anything. Soft cover.
Knowing how to tell apart all my oaks.
Discernment of my hickories.
Taxonomies of my pine trees.
A watercolor canvas big enough to make my walls a mural, or tapestry.
The concentration to complete it.
Hand pruners, good enough to pass on to my children.
Better speakers for my tv.
A sermon that says all I want the world to be, but does it succinctly, completely, in fullness of being.
A hand carved paddle by which to steer this pirogue.
For you to grow a pumpkin, an old variety.
Embroidery.
Long thin elegant drop earrings.
A necklace that suits me.
Decor that I can love with all my heart and never fills me with emptiness or plastic or loathing.
Your art, framed and completed.
Help installing shelves.
A mulberry tree (native).
Acres, close by.
A good time sleeping at night.
The bones of old Joe cane.
No longer being afraid of parades.
chaung tzu, translated by brook ziporyn.
Chisels.
Planes.
Good rulers.
A knife to skin with.
A knife to flesh with.
Tea diffuser.
The coolest lamp.
Warm light bulbs.
Rewire my house.
Replace the back spigot.
A hide drum.
Sugar free butter scotch candies, bulk order.
A box set of Septimus Heap, by Angie Sage.
Jewelry I actually want, to put in this box.
A planting of river cane.
A dobro, one worth playing.
A slide that fits my hands.
A new bedroom trash can.
Help finishing my chicken coup.
A cowboy hat, old (size 7.5)
A cowboy hat, new (size 7.5)
100 real loofahs to scrub with.
A case to display every nut native to alabama.
A few good seed nuts for each of them.
A matching linen bed spread.
Streaming service log ins.
Repair for my saws.
Every sharp thing.
Someone to sharpen them.
Hand drills like the old men’s old men used.
A real sword. Long, sharp.
A home that you are willing to defend.
No more domination.
No more destruction of the land.
A love for one another.
Your hand.
In my hands.
You to stay here.
You to not move away again and again.
This to be a place.
That we can survive in.
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Character Profile
OC Find her mood board here
Name: Elinor Loren.
Age: 20s
sex: F
Mother : Alive
Father: Alive
Siblings: Single Child ( her older brother passed away when she was 3 months and he he was 7 years old from brain tumor )
Relationship status : Single
physical attributes
Eyes* deer like sparkly eyes her iris is dark brown almond shaped with double eyelids , you can say it’s her best features slight dark circles are visible her eyelashes aren’t that long but it’s moderately long eyebrows are thinner but long if not taken care of they tend to join,
Nose* her nose are small , almost perfect button shaped slender and no crookedness, her next best feature
Lips* her lips are pouty luscious but small her teeth inside are not crooked but the front 2 upper incisor are bigger , lips have narrow arch and fuller bottom usually balanced and pale pink in colour usually said a kissable lips
Ears* small C shaped ears proportionate to the face structure beauty marks * on her cheeks perpendicular below below her right eye a mole is present in the line running between lips and nose many small unnoticeable moles also present face structure * small round face like a baby but with slightly high cheeks bone and a cleft chin , her cheeks tend to get red during pressure , embarrassing situations and heat
Hair*a little longer than shoulder length hair , it is curly but not that voluminous the hair colour is brown but , ends have orange golden ombré hairstyle usually side swept and like side shaved a twist is created from hair to give that clean look .
Height* Short about 5’2ft
Bodytype* she has a hourglass figure but her shoulders are big ! Her rib cage is wide , she has hipdips but over all her body is athletic if she keeps working out and maintains shape , usually between midsized to overweight us size (8-12) sometimes (medium to small ) body hair is sometimes present but mostly shaved breast size is Around B and C cup
Skin colour* pale skin colour like yellowish cream with no pimples on face veins are visible as green colour
Blood type* A positive
Allergies* from the fabric accumulated dirts and dusts
Diseases* Non for now but , she has weak ankles
Personality type: INFJ-A , she is friendly and sweet but extremely weary of people’s intentions , she comes off as innocent yet has a sexual allure to her , likes to keep her life private usually , extremely hesitant to ask for help , tends to attract bad rumors as she is secretive , sensitive and. Child at heart , affected by others opinion on her , always trying hard to better herself, a lot of panicking and squeaking , chatterbox when it comes to her favorite stuffs , dramatic and super reactive but can be opposite , appearing extremely knowledgeable due to street smart nature , struggles with proving herself academically, trusts easily , super emotional and romantic at heart , forgiving never holds grudge or fights with others rather leaves , she loves helping people through her skills always eager to learn new knowledge and she is really understanding , her aura is calm so people tend to be able to talk to her easily.
Social status : respectable family , mediocre household (money)
Skills : cooking , drawing, art ,singing , dancing , embroidery, editing pictures videos ,gaming , writing poems stories , and crafts , Hena arts, colour combinations , styling , good at conversation , good decor sense, cleaning , has very good intuition,
Languages fluent in English and her mother tongue besides that she can speak 2-3 more languages ,
Ethinicity : she is Aryan race but looks foreign where ever she goes.
likes : museums, fun parks, movie halls , people who are bubbly , considerate , honest, people who don’t hide their intent , goal oriented people , rain, forests, music, good food , rare objects, learning new things , saving money , spending mindfully , helping people in need with your skills, causing harmless mischief , cuddling , plushies, receiving thoughtful gifts , spending quality time rather than quantity or place , homely places , people who are supportive and hear you out , people who can hold deep conversations , understanding people moderate clingy people
Favouriate colour : sage/teal green , (plum purple , magenta red, azure blue) ( a mixture of pastel and deep pastles) she tends to prefer subtle over bright vibrant once )
Favourite food : Whole Foods , lean Meats (chicken and fish only) healthy foods , mozzarella, dark chocolate, strawberry, honey , nuts , papaya, dumplings, granolas, tortilla wraps, soups, cottage cheese, yoghurt, mushrooms , tofu , spicy foods , diet soda
dislikes: shallow people , people that don’t care of others emotions , excessive turmoil and pain , backbiting , too much bright and contrasting colours like neon green , clothes that shows arms and chest , revealing others secrets, people who cheat their partners, doing same thing again and again, feeling of being used by someone, feeling of being judged harshly , being forced to do something , people who don’t have the will to change or progress, people who step over others emotions and. Values , being treated as a replacement and an option ,being ignored , fighting with others , hurting others ( both intentionally or not intentionally)
Less preferred Food : she avoids all kind of processed foods or food in restaurants though it tastes good but her body feels bad , She doesn’t have any kind of red meat or fatty meats . No alcohol or smoking , she prefers not to have sugary foods but rather us uses natural low calorie sweetening agents , bacons , bugs or insects
Hobbies : traveling , explore ,watching (anime, kdramas , mythological adventure horror and sci-fi )listening music( kpop, pop, classical,pop rock) collect weird and rare stuffs dancing ,cooking
Asthetics: (dark and light )academia, royal core , forest aesthetics, minimalistic , authenticity, fantasy and mythologies , fairytales
Quirks:....
Habits: saying okieeee, getting silent suddenly when thinking too much during conversation, tee clenching teeth and smiling , blinking with eyes wide when she hears sth she is shocked to know or doesn’t understand , cannot make eye contact directly feels shy , slapping sth nearby to hide embarrassment, pouting when things don’t go her way , saying “ I dunno “ when angry or disappointed ,
Ideals: believes a power exists (rather than a god) that oversees the future and fate , we should try not to hurt people both physically or verbally , I don’t want to step over other to go higher. I would respect someone even if their ideals clash with mine if they respect my ideals too, i prefer not to degrade anyone even if they are my enemy .
Extra INFORMATION: has had bad luck with friends , people tend to misunderstand her , has panic attacks , is afraid to fall in love extremely insecure of herself as a person and body , feels like star crossed , loves her mother more than herself ,is from science background . Loves to fantasize a lot and maintain mysterious aura ,has limited human interaction . Hopes to never hurt others, if you hurt me i stop interacting and you are now stranger ,
**to be updated in future ! ( Its a backgroud i might use for creating a story for my oc where you could understand her better ) **
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9, 22, and 29 for Catdiphunter?
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9. What are their thoughts on having children?
They never really thought about it too much, especially since Cat actually (technically) was infertile. Turns out dying and coming back via spirit revival means your body is kinda half dead still. Plus being a hunter is no way to raise a baby with how much of a threat that is to both them and a potential baby. I think the boys don’t think about it too much because while neither really want kids either, they both go through phases where they get baby fever (moreso Hunter) and thinking about it just gets sad. Technically Hunter could carry being trans, but the dysphoria would most likely wreck him mentally.
It gets even worse after Cat actually does get pregnant, most likely after a run in with an ancient fertility god, but her body couldn’t handle it and they lost it,, I don’t talk about it a ton because it just,,, sucks
22. What reminds each of their partner?
Dipper: pine trees, deer (particularly stags), flannel, wood smoke, log cabins, field journals/overfilled notebooks, the colors forest/hunter green & cobalt blue, constellations, the Big Dipper, campfires & summertime (Cat specific), the smell of pine, spruce, & musk, redwood forests, cryptids (especially Bigfoot & mothman), diner coffee
Hunter: cardinals, birds in general, warm home cooked food, wolves, the constellation Orion, knit sweaters, cottage homes, printed button-ups, the colors red & gold, pancakes, wood carving, baking, the sound of birdsong, sewing, embroidery
Cat: Cats but especially white cats and calicos, blue jays, Luna moths, turtles and amphibians, the taste & smell of whiskey, mock neck dresses & tops, cemeteries, the moon/things related to the moon, the fae (Dipper specific), sushi, shrimp cocktails, vintage/antique clothing, hiking boots, the feeling of a cat purring on your chest, the colors silver & teal/turquoise, the smell of rock salt & old leather
29. Who is more likely to jump in an elevator? Who freaks out?
Like jump so it shakes?? Definitely Cat lmao. Dipper would freak the FUCK out, same with those bouncy bridges on like ropes courses and stuff. Hunter would be ambivalent or lovingly scold Cat for scaring Dipper lmao
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Birthday Sparkle: Dazzling Kids Frocks & Gowns Online for Your Little Princess
Birthdays are magical, and choosing the perfect outfit for your little star should be too! But navigating the vast world of kids frocks online can be overwhelming. Worry not, mama! Vastrakriti by Swati cuts through the clutter with a curated collection of birthday frocks and gowns designed to make your princess the center of attention. From baby frocks for tiny treasures to princess gowns fit for royalty, we have everything to turn her birthday dreams into reality.
Sweet Innocence: Baby Frocks for Tiny Treasures (1-2 years old)
For the littlest birthday celebrant, comfort and cuteness are key. Imagine:
Adorable Cotton Frocks: Picture soft cotton baby frocks adorned with delicate floral embroidery in pastel hues. Think fluttery sleeves, a gathered skirt, and tiny pockets for hidden treasures. Perfect for twirling on the grass and making new friends.
Sunshine & Smiles: Opt for a bright yellow frock with playful polka dots, perfect for capturing the joy of summer birthdays. Think adorable ruffles, a comfortable A-line silhouette, and breathable cotton fabric for all-day fun.
Woodland Wonder: Let your little explorer roam in a frock inspired by the forest. Think soft green fabric with embroidered woodland creatures like deer, bunnies, and owls. Add a touch of whimsy with a cute headband adorned with felt leaves and flowers.
Growing Grace: Frocks for Flourishing Personalities (3-5 years old)
As your little one blossoms, her style starts to shine through. Explore these options:
Unicorn Dreams: Dive into a magical world with a frothy tulle gown in shades of lavender and pink. Imagine shimmering sequins forming a dazzling unicorn silhouette on the bodice, complete with a glittery horn headband. This unicorn frock is sure to make her birthday dreams come true.
Princess Power: Unleash the inner princess with a classic ball gown fit for royalty. Think layers of soft satin, a sparkling bodice adorned with faux jewels, and a flowing skirt that twirls like a dream. Bonus points for a matching tiara and wand! This princess gown is the perfect choice for any little girl who loves fairytales.
Blooming Beauty: Embrace the elegance of a floral-themed frock. Think a flowing chiffon dress with a vibrant floral print, delicate cap sleeves, and a comfortable elasticated waist. Pair it with a flower crown for a touch of nature-inspired charm. This frock is perfect for a spring or summer birthday celebration.
Embrace the Magic: More Than Just a Frock
Remember, the perfect birthday outfit is about more than just the frock. Complete the look with:
Sparkly Shoes: From dainty sandals to ballerina flats, pick footwear that complements the frock and theme.
Playful Accessories: Hair clips, necklaces, and bracelets add a touch of personality and sparkle.
Confidence and joy: The most important accessory is your child's smile! Let them choose elements they love and feel comfortable expressing themselves.
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wings of fire books (I have all the softcovers except 15 and the winglets)
little decorative dog figurines + a few other animals (wooden, glass, stone, a couple of those ones that you paint as a kid, plus a deer Christmas ornament)
carnivorous plants (currently have a butterwort, a Venus flytrap, two tropical pitcher plants, two of the sarracinia (never tried to spell that without reference) pitcher plants, and I used to have a sundew but I couldn’t keep it alive, it was doing so well and then just slowly started dying)
fidget toys (three squishy ones, one (technically two, but the other is never used) popper toys, one of those plastic chain things that you can bend and flip through your fingers, a slinky, a little segmented rainbow slug, a uninflated balloon filled with playdough(?) that is very nice to squish, three rubber rope things that are really stretchy and twist together that my mom got me, a flashlight meant for a keychain with the batteries removed (has a clicky button and can be kinda unscrewed and pulls apart in the middle to make it longer), a rubber dish scrubber thing that has lots of little rubber hairs that is a very nice texture, a fidget spinner thing with six arms that can also have the arm things bent, one of those wooden segmented snake toys, plus a couple of chewy toys, only one of which is meant to be chewelry (one chewy necklace, a few baby teethers, and a softer rubber dog toy)
stuffed animals of farm animals (two chickens, a pig, a highland cow, a goat, a lamb, and many horses from when I was younger.)
when I was younger cat and dog stuffed animals (wayyyyy too many to count)
online I kinda keep a collection of Team ZITS posts on my blog (by reblogging all of them, I do think of this as a collection)
I am desperately trying to avoid collecting cool fabrics and embroidery thread because it’s kinda expensive, but like, pretty threads…
cacti when I was younger, still have them.
I can’t believe how accurate this is. I’ve had a rock collection since I was a kid, and I’m still collecting them to this day.
Do any of you relate to this? If so, what do you like to collect? It can be plushies, toys, whatever. :)
Neurodivergent Girl
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