#daisyfaces

[t4twnyclaw]

Bluestar x Thrushpelt kits?

I meshed this with Blue X Thistle and Snow X Oak.

Left to Right, Whiteswan, Myrtlefall (Thistle X Blue), Daisyface and Jayfur. REQUESTS ARE CLOSED

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

Windclan:

Patchpaw - Patchface

Coldpaw - Coldwater

Whitepaw - Whitewhisper

Houndpaw - died

Lambpaw - Lambfreckle

Hawkkit - Hawkshrike

Daisykit - Daisyface

Brightkit - Brightwhisker

Nightkit - Nightdrift

Sheepkit - Sheepkit

rip Houndpaw

[daisyfaceflow]

The Blair Waldorf to my Serena van der Woodsen 🖤💛 . . . #shesthebest #fromeasttowest #blair #serena #gossipgirl #mygirl #loveyou #leatherjacket #sandiego #januaryincalifornia #adventure #balboapark #architecture #daisyfaces #sunnies #girlfriends (at Balboa Park) https://www.instagram.com/p/B7H0rwVghBw/?igshid=25o6lvgn9tut

[ratgf]

a fun gyaru look for today..!

[voiiddraws]

just a bunch a cats. just a wild amount of cats. frankly too many cats. just a WILD,

[angawdswarriors]

[gamer-ghoul]

I think Daisyface so beautiful and cute oc

i'd like to know more about her!!💗

omg thank u sm <33 im planning on making a few comics ab her but basically he was the deputy of hickoryclan n they had a gf named honeyheart n one day they found daisyfaces sister briartail dismembered in front of her mother goldenrodclaw who ran after seeing them. distraught at the sight of his dead sister she asked honeyheart to help cover up the murder as they didnt want her mother to be persecuted. honeyheart takes the blame n is exiled accordingly but daisyface vists her regularly. during a period where daisyface is not around honeyheart has a vison from starclan telling her to kill daisyface. she obvi doesnt want to but does so anyways bc u cant disobey starclan n so she kills daisyface by pushing him of a cliff into a rushing river where their stomach catches on a rock n her body is stretched n torn in half. the only reason ppl know hes dead is bc they found the top half of their body washed up on shore.. yikes. im planning to flesh out her story a bit more but thats it for now lol :))

[dogwise]

Anyway. Generated some random Warrior names and made some kitties to match….

Cherrystream Flyfang Whitebriar

Daisyface Batpelt Lampreystorm

[mzminola]

Ideas for post-Thread Pern and/or Alternate Histories of Pern where major societal shifts happened and stuck, as opposed to the potentially-canon explanation of societal shifts starting to happen and then getting a hard reboot every Pass, because no:

The expeditions to check on grub-territory-expansion like we saw in Dragonseye continue until there is a swath big enough to support a stable (if small) population; people immediately re-inhabit that part of the Southern Continent and help the grubs claim more territory.

Using the Ring Islands as a criminal/exile dumping ground results in a flourishing pirate base.

Coastline-hugging holds on the Northern Continent don pirate hats themselves in lean years to pillage their neighbors.

CRAFTHALL SCHISMS - not only do we have more specializations breaking off from their original crafthall (like the starsmiths and woodsmiths canonically broke off from the Smithcraft Hall) but we get multiple headquarters/organizations claiming to be the official leaders. Our world has had times multiple people claimed the title of Pope; why not times in Pern history when multiple people’ve claimed the title of Masterharper? Or Masterminer? Five different Weavercraft Halls spread across the continent claiming to be the Original.

Dragonriders breaking their non-interference rule all over the place.

WEYR SCHISMS.

Somebody terraforms the Western Continent.

More Multi-Hold conquerors like Fax, small civil wars over claims to a Lord Holdship (like Robinton tortured Meron to avoid), smallholder uprisings, all resulting in shifting borders. A 200-year Interval is plenty of time to carve out rival main Holds in a region.

Various results of smallholder uprisings:

The neighboring Lord Holders get freaked out, all curbstomp the rebellion together, divide up the smallholds and other territory among themselves, and gift the former main Hold to a Craft Hall of some kind so it can’t be a Hold powerbase anymore.

Parliaments, congresses, democracies, republics, some sans Lord Holder entirely, some with one with severely limited power.

A governing craft hall; you want to be in charge of shit? Congrats, here’s your apprenticeship to a master gov’ner of a smallhold in Eastern Tillek, enjoy your years as a journeyman gov’ner travelling all over the peninsula to see how other master gov’ner’s do stuff, settling disputes, calculating tithes, distributing emergency supplies after the tsunami. Yay you didn’t fuck up too bad, here’s your master gov’ner title and an assignment in West Tillek! Remember, the people you’re in charge of can contact the Gov’ner Crafthall at any time to complain about you and request a new gov’ner. GOOD LUCK.

“Look, the Charter clearly states that a Lord Holder has autonomy within their Hold. And our Lord Holder’s decided to give all the smallholders a vote, so piss off.”

“You lot deposed your proper Lord of the Blood and forced him to take refuge in my Hold!”

“Nah, nah, he left an heir, see.”

“THAT IS A WATCH-WHER.”

“Hey now, Lord Daisyface Buttercup the First was the Lord Holder’s choice! And the Charter’s clear that the previous Lord’s choice of heir has precedence over bloodlines.”

“What in the name of the First Egg would induce a Lord of the Blood to pick a watch-wher over his five sons???”

“Let’s see, I think it was ‘pick somebody here to take over or we chuck you off this cliff’. He seemed so smug about picking Daisyface we didn’t have the heart to tell him that’s who we liked best too.”

[residents-of-the-darkforest]

A Little Help (short story)

Flowers…Flowers…

What flowers would be best? Obviously something that smelled good and looked good, but that didn’t exactly narrow things down. Nothing poisonous. He didn’t trust Aldereyes not to accidentally–or deliberately–eat them. 

Nothing bright or pink either, those were simply bleh. 

He was padding through the marsh ground, scanning along the high branches above and the lower undergrowth  below for what must have been the entire day before something finally caught his eye. 

In the distance were dark, large round cluster of flowers growing on the side of a small bend. Red chrysanthemum, he believed they were called. Perfect. And their size would prevent Aldereyes from inevitably choking on them, too.

He bounced over to them, feeling newly energized now that his endless searching was–hopefully–finally over. They didn’t smell bad from where he was when he saw them, and getting closer, he was relieved to find that that didn’t change. The scent was pleasantly earthy. Possibly herby too, but Myrtlewing was too used to those smells to tell if it was actually in the air or just permanently trapped within his nose.

Stretching his paws, he crouched down, lowering his head to nip at a stem–and was barreled over, the breath knocked out of him. He was dazed, but quickly regained enough clarity to leap back onto his paws, arch his back, and hiss at his attacker.

A dark grey tom stared back at him, seeming just as startled, before narrowing his eyes to slits and baring his teeth. “What are you doing here?” he demanded.

Myrtlewing raised himself up. “A medicine cat can go where they please. And even if I wasn’t one, you’re on my territory.”

The tom blinked, looking around in surprise. “Oh,” he said dumbly. . Then he shot up, gazing all around with more vigor. “The rabbit! Stars, where did it go?”

Rabbit? Myrtlewing didn’t hear any thumping paws. But he didn’t care about that sort of prey right now anyways. Already he was feeling the dark, thrilling waves build up inside his chest, drumming against his heart. 

“Oh!” The tom seemed to suddenly remember that Myrtlewing was there. “Right. Are you okay? You’re Myrtlewing, right? I’m Nightfly. Heh. Kinda funny, isn’t it? We both have names about flight. I never really liked it, personally, but yours sounds cool. Were you about to pick these plants? I can do it for you if you like, to make up for the trouble.”

“If you wish.” Myrtlewing watched him carefully, the tip of his tail twitching with anticipation. 

Nightfly seemed happy enough to do so, humming as he picked at the stems. All hostility was now gone, as though it were never there to begin with. Perhaps Nightfly thought that because Myrtlewing was a medicine cat, there was no danger. “No roots?” he asked.

“No. All that soil will make a mess.” The waves crashed higher. Myrtlewing could see every detail of Nightfly’s fangs, the spotted gums, chipped tooth on one side. He could see the way his fur lifted with his breathing–breathing that would soon be over.

Time slowed as the stem tore down to the final strings holding it together, as though the green line represented time edging closure to the inevitable end. Then it tore completely, like a signal, and Myrtlewing felt energy bursting beneath his paws. He lowered his legs into the beginnings of a crouch, and–

“Nightfly!” a voice called. 

Both he and Nightfly’s heads whipped around. A patrol stood atop the hill, staring down in mingling confusion and amusement. At the lead was a fawn-and-white she-cat who didn’t appear any older than Nightfly. “Did you suddenly decide to change your Clan and life path?”

“Sorry, Daisyface! I was just helping! Sorry for the trouble,” he added to Myrtlewing before bounding up the hill and to the rest of the patrol.

Myrtlewing waited until they were out of eyesight before he let his fur bristle up in a thousand little spikes. He spat, saliva swinging from his lips as he turned to the rest of the flowers and raked his claws across their petals, breathing quickly and harshly  until finally his toes were too clogged to shred anything further. Staring down at the mess, he whirled around and stormed back to the camp, the reason he needed the flowers forgotten.

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--Night(kit) and Daisy(kit) created by @ambitiousauthor

They were kits during the time of Gorsedaisy’s Nigthmare! They’re probably not too older than Myrtle, since he would’ve been in his mama’s belly at that time

[daisyfaceflow]

Yesterday, I met Sunny ☀️🚌🌼 . If you know me, I’ve been incubating the idea of the @daisyfaceflowmobile since September 2017 after @daisyfaceflow was born in March of that year. . I never intended to have a physical studio space, as I’m a bit of a wanderluster, so the FlowMobile would be a symbol of peace, love, & yoga for all while serving as “Wellness on Wheels” 💛 wild & free! . The daisyface Space serendipitously fell into my lap in September of 2019 & we have had to temporarily close (like all other studios & small businesses) right now due to COVID. Reopening appears to be continuously delayed & comes with a laundry list of restrictions. 😷 . This bus is a dream of mine. What better a summer than this one to host pop-up classes outdoors, make backyard yoga parties a thing, and so much other hippie, free-spirited, rooted in love and inclusion spiritual fun!?! . The owner has agreed to part with it for $7,500. Due to my past with alcohol & drug abuse—my credit history is less than ideal, even though I’ve been able to repair my score over the last 4.5 years in recovery. . I’m so fortunate to have the love and support of so many beautiful communities & I’m throwing out a hail-Mary here with suggestions on how best to obtain the capital for this business vehicle acquisition. . Please comment below or DM with thoughts / ideas! The seller said he’d hold Sunny (formerly known as Betsy 🙄) until this Tuesday. . If you don’t try, you’ll never know. Let’s make hippie yoga free-loving dreams come true, shall we? 🙏🏻✨ . . . #vw #volkswagen #vwbus #vanlife #westafalia #westy #hippiebus #daisyfaceflowmobile #wellnessonwheels #daisyfaceflow #growwiththeflow #sunny #daisyface #showmeyourdaisyface #mobileyogastudio #capital #investorswanted #help #suggestions #hailmary #try #dream #sharelove #peace #love #passion #purpose #freespirit #yoga #flowmo (at Boston, Massachusetts) https://www.instagram.com/p/CATtTQogW0h/?igshid=1uoh4fdb94oxr

[deadfelinehell]

Meadowclan Allegiance

Leader: Thistlestar - Thick set silvery brown tom with orange eyes, former Tunneler. In control of all the tunnelers.

Deputy: Windstrike - A thin furred black and white molly with long legs and piercing amber eyes. Former wind runner, she controls all of the wind runners. Apprentice is Rosepaw.

Seers: Wheatfur - a golden spotted cat with sea green eyes, wind runner seer.

Magpieface - a handsome black and white tom with a green and blue eye, half deaf. Tunneler seer.

warriors: Wind runners: ((cats who patrol and hunt above ground))

Fawntail - A cinnamon caliby molly with green eyes and white paws. Apprentice is Bogpaw.

Mintfur - A blue grey molly with a white throat and paws.

Bloodrootwhisker - A lean golden and white patched tom with yellow eyes.

Nightfoot - A solid black molly with large torn ears.

Daisyface - a pretty golden and white molly with blue eyes, shes completely deaf.

Tunnelers: ((cats who spend their entire lives underground digging tunnels))

Stonewhisker - a silver grey tom with copper eyes. Brother to Thistlestar. Apprentice is Dustpaw.

Cedarwing - A dark brown almost black tabby tom with lighter stripes, he is going blind. apprentice is Gingerpaw.

Buzzardfrost - A mute heavily scarred tom with two missing front legs.

Mudfeather - a light brown tortie molly with white belly, and thick soft fur and a missing eye and torn ear.

Cowstep -  a chubby black and white trans molly with yellow eyes. Apprentice is Dogwoodpaw.

Ravenclaw - solid black molly with over grown claws.

Sandstep - a sandy brown molly with stained white paws.

Apprentices: Rosepaw - A pale ginger molly with white speckles.

Bogpaw - a rosy brown trans molly with green eyes,

Dustpaw - a brown grey tom with bright yellow eyes.

Gingerpaw - a rosy pale ginger trans tom with green eyes.

Dogwoodpaw - bright ginger tom with white paws.

Queens: Silverstripe - a pretty silver tabby molly, mother to Lightkit, Streamkit and Minnowkit. Surrogate mother to Thistlestar kits.

Kits: Lightkit - Pale silvery and cream trans tom with pretty light yellow eyes.

Streamkit - a silver tabby molly with white underbelly and blue eyes.

Minnowkit - a silver tabby molly with no tail.

Elders: Snowsight - a blind stained white tom.

Hawkflight - a mottled brown trans tom with orange eyes.

[validwarriorcatsnames]

Whoop I have a few names. TreasureTooth, WildThorn, LynxLeap, TwoEyes (like a cat with heterochromatic eyes), BearHeart, LilacFeather, DaisyFace, MoonPatch, SlateWater, ShadeFoot, and BarkLeaf. I'm trying to make my cat's names as unique as possible without making them seem stupid.

You’re talking to a blog dedicated to stupid names, I’m not the best source

[vanished98art]

"Daisy Face" When I use to go to local shows all the time... 🎶🎸🎹 #music #local #tempe #phoenix #az #scene #photo #photography #edit #edit #photographer #photographeroninstagram #art #vanished98art #vanished98photography #band #bands #rock #guitar #color #daisy #face #daisyface (at Tempe, Arizona)

[phoenixrising927-blog]

So I did it... I made it through Valentine’s Day SINGLE.  I didn’t reach out for those that did not reach out for me.  I didn’t look for party penis to make me feel better. I didn’t reach out to the guys on the dating sites who were trying to be forward and creepily so.  Instead, I cancelled my membership.  F*ck it.  When it’s to happen... if it’s ever to happen... I will know. Til then, work and family.

What I did do is send gift cards to the kids, and to a couple of male friends who look out for me, without hitting on me or trying to see what they can score while I’m “newly single”.  I did send a message to “him”, telling him that I sent a gift for both boys, and I hope he had a good day.  I got no thank you. No Hi. Nothing but “you too”.  I shouldn’t be surprised. After all... he has a new relationship to try and not be lazy in. So be it. I did what was in my heart. If they didn’t find it in theirs to show gratitude, that says nothing about me, but everything about life without me in it.

[gamer-ghoul]

daisyface ref n story :)) might add on this later