#healers and poisoners

[stitchinonamission]

Finally made this pattern from @shitpostsampler after over a year of wistfully contemplating it, and it was my first time making something with variegated floss too! I really love how it turned out, though the pattern modifications were more due to my having a bit of a brain lapse while at the store and being positive the border was mostly leaves so I definitely would use a lot of green! And since I only had the one purple, that was saved for the berries so the flowers and berries wouldn’t blend together.

Still, super fun pattern, and I have to figure out somewhere fun to put it up!

[critterbitter]

The nimbasa trio manage to make it to a meteor shower at pinwheel forest! I like to imagine all those star fragments from challenger’s rock has gotta come from somewhere.

Some other pinwheel forest shenanigans:

Usually, Ingo’s the impulse control. But sometimes the Urge To Pick Up a Sphere is too much to fight.

Wanna see more?

Here’s the masterlist!

[fragmented-ghost]

Recently read the fic Lily Flower by @phorolytte , it was really good. And also emotionally harrowing. But ever since I described it to my friend I couldn't get this image out of my brain (also rip the quality)

[cluelesspigeons]

This is written for the prompt “careless” from @drarrymicrofic

Word count: 197

Drarry microfic: poisonous

Cw: being poisoned

“I can’t believe you were that careless!” Draco exclaimed. He ran around the room, taking ingredients left and right and throwing them into his cauldron. “You know those plants are dangerous!”

Harry sighed from where he was sitting on the examination table. He had lost count of how many times he had been here. “I’ve been through worse.”

“You—” Draco turned around, his silver eyes ablaze. He pointed a long finger in Harry’s direction. “You are unbelievable.”

Harry huffed a laugh, a fond smile on his lips. He stood from the table and stumbled his way over to Draco. “I love you,” he said softly as he fell into Draco’s arms, ignoring the searing pain that shot up his back. “You’re amazing.”

“Oh, Merlin.” Draco sighed. “The poison must be spreading quicker than I thought when you’re spouting such nonsense.” He led Harry back to the examination table, making sure he was comfortable. “Hold on a little longer,” he continued. “The antidote is almost done.”

If Harry wasn’t currently fighting the side effects of the poison streaming through his veins, he would have thought he saw a deep blush on Draco cheeks when he turned back around.

Prompt from March 28th

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[drainbangle]

small swap sketches

[quitepossiblybamboozled]

love when Katniss gets aggressive when confronted with what feels like an impossible, inconceivable truth.

[sinisteacafe]

plannin' that reg H team

got a lil head cannon for the members, goin' on a theme of villains (the shiny emboar's named "ganon" and kinda set the tone for the rest)

this is golden eye, and she goes on killing sprees to soothe the never ending itch in her arm

[cryoverkiltmilk]

Poor Man's Poison is what Mumford and Sons would be if they specced for DPS instead of Healer.

[yoyoyo-idk]

i love love love characters desperate to not get famous and avoiding journalist like the pest. when they wear masks or hoods or what not? i eat that shit up. yeah you're one of the strongest people on the planet? how will you deal with my secret attack: throwing a journalist at you?

[shrapnelsong]

@recitedemise || continued

She walks the perimeter out of habit. Ever since shedding the surname she was deemed so undeserving of in exchange for her life, she's never felt truly safe at night anywhere that isn't her grandfather's farm. And after waking up to allies holding something sharp to her neck one too many times in recent memory, that instinct will continue to speak louder than usual for a good while.

There is one absence that makes itself most noticeable, and her gaze washes searchingly over the area, finding a gentle spot of summoned light that draws her in like a moth to a flame. Her steps remain silent whether on stone, earth or grass, sauntering closer and closer without apparent detection.

Smiling to herself, Alice crouches down next to the mage, admiring him from upclose. She knows he can take care of himself - has witnessed him wield his magic with terrifying mastery, shoulder a god-given burden with almost infuriating grace - but seeing him like this, so innocently engrossed in the well-loved book, it makes her want to protect him.

Gingerly, she pushes back a lock of hair hanging over his eyes. Her heart breaks in waking him, whether from slumber or from his immersion, but his body will thank her for it later. Her smile widens when he remarks upon it himself, watching him with affection shining in her gaze. From her own experience, she knows that a book he carries with him has to be a treasured one, but the knowledge doesn't keep her from taking a peek at it.

It is not the first time she's had this thought while in Gale's presence. Perhaps if her life had been a little less tumultuous, if she hadn't stumbled upon the arcane and learnt it out of necessity... If she'd had safe ground and time spent not running to nurture her curiosity, perhaps she would have trailed a similar path to his. But it goes away as quickly as it appears. If her journey had been any different, maybe it wouldn't have led her to him.

"I would gladly listen to you reading anything." Born to a songstress, her ears are particularly attuned to voices. His is a balm she will never tire of hearing in all its little lilts and dips, in how it speeds up when he's excited or flustered. "But perhaps we should turn in?" She suggests gently, running a fingertip along his jaw. "We can always read together later." His moments are no longer numbered, after all.

[rosesncarnations]

I’m alive I swear

[sealrock]

hey allagan node... play darude's sandstorm

[cinnamon-flame]

Can you tell me anything more about Honeyweed…

Idk what it is about her but she’s just so cool to me.

No pressure of course I just… she’s so cool.

Okay so she was brought along with her brother to Windclan, Feverstrike didn't disclose from where they were from, just that they found kits abandoned near the border. Embermask had to give them up due to harsh changes in Thunderclan's behavior towards kittypet blood, the kits father was partially of kitty pet descent and thus it put them in danger if they were to stay in Thunderclan.

Honeypaw doesn't have much connection to Starclan, she was chosen as a healer's apprentice by Wheatpool, the current medic (he has his own agenda for this, in this au of mine there's a lot of tension between the clans but healers of all clans [minus Shadowclan] have their own conspiracy going on, trying to gain power, and Wheatpool's in on it) after he assured the clan that she will gain it in due time. Wheatpool was an senior apprentice when Feverstrike was just apprenticed themselves and they are quite close with each other due to Fever's strong faith and their involvement in Windclan's religious life - so Feverstrike wasn't really afraid to place their niece under his guidance. As for Honeypaw's own views of her future, she doesn't mind being a healer, while she wouldn't have minded fighting or hunting she was happy to put her wits to good use, also she really likes plants and being in the field, working alone. Along the way she found herself craving the respect of actually holding an important position in all the clans. She and her brother are very close, she supports him in his struggles to pick between a warrior's life and that of picking the path of a mediator, like Feverstrike. They both are on good terms with their uncles and aunts, and their somewhat adopted siblings - Sagekit and Slugkit, they take care of them after they become senior apprentices. She doesn't really wonder about her parents, never questions the 'found at the border' story, unlike her brother. I'm still kind of working on her story, she eventually slowly gets introduced to Wheatpool's grand plan unknown by the other cat's in her life, besides her close friend Breampaw, the healer apprentice of Riverclan. After Thunderclan gets really aggressive due to windlcan and Riverclan forming an alliance together she gets involved in poison making fo Wheatpool and actually gets her full name Honeyweed.

[cesium-sheep]

cuz there's this silly little card collector game I've been playing on my ipad in bed, and it's got card battles too. the card battles are dead simple but they're actually really fun, and I like the variety of cards compared to most Official online card battlers where you often see players crunched down to a half dozen viable strategies and the card variety tends to be a lot more limited than irl decks. plus it's fun to collect the physical cards, especially if I can get a card shuffler.

I like the art on pokemon cards but the gameplay has always been weak, and yugioh is overly complicated. so of the three I've played magic is probably the way to go, especially given the variety of strategies and the availability of both card and noncompetitive player gatherings. I had a vampire deck I made with arin's cards when I got them for her that was pretty solid, but I think we broke our decks up so she could make new ones even though she hasn't yet, and they're not my cards. but it was just a basic starter set so it should be easy to get a decent number of the same cards again if I'm ever well enough to play.

[domoz]

Izuna, itama, and the ship that needs so so much context

[outlying-hyppocrate]

thinking about treebury crispin and his (now dead) mother . seeing as he's quite old i think there's quite a bit of potential for his lore