#loose watercolor roses

[agalova]

Loose floral practice

Rose of Sharon, Jacquelyn Block When I was out walking yesterday, I passed by a huge Rose of Sharon bush and stopped to take some pictures. It is beautiful in full bloom. Rose of Sharon blooms from a house down the street. I think I may use it as my next orange ink painting, but today I felt like trying to paint them loose. I find loose painting to be somewhat challenging- getting enough…

[fenthebonebreaker]

Daily doodle #0019

Witch's Door

One of the things I want to work on is doing looser line and wash paintings. I think doing watercolors first is my key.

[elleskinner-justart]

Muichiro commission from Rose City! He's my favorite Hashira so I was delighted to have an excuse to paint him.

Love how loose the watercolors turned outtt

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[distantdarlings]

WHAT FEELS LIKE FOREVER // t. nott (Multi-Part) PT. 1

RATING: R / 1.1K WORDS (Pt. 1)

Theodore Nott x Reader Insert (No gender-specific details)

+ SUMMARY - You started a band with a couple of your friends from high school a year ago. You've just hit your big break and have begun a small tour of America. Your relationship with your friends, one in particular, will come to change drastically while on this tour. (Part 2, accessible at bottom)

+ WARNINGS - Eventual smut (will note which chapter it is in), language, tension, angst

+ MUSIC (listened to while writing) -

Amsterdam - Gregory Alan Isakov

The velvety sand captured your attention. It cascaded so gently down the curves of your feet, traveling like rogue explorers desperate for discovery. You smiled a bit at the thought.

The sun had not quite come over the horizon, so it had not yet heated the white shores up. You reckoned you liked it better this way. A way in which you felt a subtle rose's tint kissing your flesh rather than the harsh, sharp red the dawn brought.

You liked the soft colors better. They caressed your eyes and hair like a mother might have. You supposed . . . you could not remember.

The early morning breeze that provoked the gray waves wrapped around you as well. You closed your eyes against the ocean and let the earth's zephyr run its fingers through your hair and the knit throw that hung loosely off your shoulders.

You didn't need to open your eyes to know that someone had come to stand next to you, and you didn't need to guess who it was either. 

"Bit cold out here, yeah?" the Someone spoke. Their voice ran like the honey and oatmeal your old friends used to eat every morning. It was a voice that made your throat sting with forgotten nostalgia. Once the Someone had come up beside you, the breeze had stopped.

"It’s not too bad," your eyes finally opened. They abandoned the horizon and found the Someone with the honey and oatmeal voice. Theo.

"Why do you come out here every morning?" he asked.

"It’s…nice," you shrugged, feeling his eyes on you. He was the harsh, sharp red that the dawn brought. The red that made you shiver with a soft type of compliance.

Theo was all angles and tight ends and sharp edges. He fit into the crooks of your heart like an ardent dagger. And he was exactly that--a knife, a weapon to your sanity. He constantly threatened to push you over the edge and into a deep pit of rough, amorous hatred. 

He was difficult and hard to work with, but there was no one you worked better with. The two of you were not the sun and the moon but more like the clouds and their rain. constantly pushing away and pulling back in. Desiring to feel the other's presence then letting go at as rapid a pace as they could.

Theo shivered lightly—the sound barely above a whisper. You glanced over at the older man.

He stared down at his bare feet, watching his toes flex against the cottony sand. The breeze had returned and had busied itself with his hair. It separated the strands and kissed his scalp with ghostly lips and cold fingers.

His cheeks were painted a loving pink that bled to the tip of his nose like watercolors. Your stomach tickled at the miniscule thing. It was the smallest of details that made your chest ache.

The eldest's eyes found your studious ones. Seasalt and the early morning sky sprouted there and pierced your heart. It dug deep into your veins and found a home there, filling you up until you felt full. 

"Alright there, love?" He asked. it touched the edge of your ears like the worn-down tips of his sketchbook. No one was softer with you than he was. The irony was amusing.

"Fine," you whispered, your eyes flickering down just once to see his lips part slightly. You tore your eyes away from the man, your eyelids fluttering nervously.

"Do you have a cigarette?" You asked, avoiding any extra contact with him.

"Always," he replied. You could've sworn you saw him smirk but you didn't dare look. 

Theo handed you the soft stick and allowed you to press it between your lips. His fingers brought the lighter up and lit it for you. You took it between your own fingers and took a long drag. You felt the smoke fill his lungs and then exit through his flared nostrils. Theo did the same, seeing the smoke from his friend mingle with his own.

Whether it was from the breeze making itself welcome once more or the dim flame from the tips of their cigarettes, he let out another shiver. He wore a pair of soft trousers and a black t-shirt. it clung to his arms and shoulders, falling delicately over his chest that rose and fell every once in a while.

You slipped the throw off your shoulders and wrapped it around the man's. His eyes opened slowly to see what you were doing.

"What are you doing?" He mused.

"You shivered," you replied simply. The older man needed it more than you did anyway. You had on a rather thick jumper as compared to his measly shirt.

"I’m not that cold," he mumbled, but you saw his fingers wrap around the folds in the material like a young child. You hid a smile and turned back to the ocean, taking another drag of your cigarette.

For whatever reason, you much preferred this to any other thing you could think of. Standing here, in peaceful silence, with no tension in your muscles. If ever there was any, your relief and cause was standing directly next to you, blowing a ring towards the clouds.

"What are we going to do?" He sighed, interrupting your thoughts.

"What do you mean?" You replied.

"This is taking off, is it not?"

"This?”

"This, mate…the band," he elaborated. 

"Oh," you said, your eyebrows knitting together. You didn't really know how to respond to his concerns. Was this not a good thing? You were in America, for Christ’s sake. This was a lot bigger than your pathetic town.

"I know I should be grateful, but everything seems like it's sort of rushed," he refused to make eye contact, holding his cigarette between shaking fingers. "I want to be here, I have since forever. But I almost miss just practicing in my bedroom, y'know?"

Your pulse quickened in your throat, your fingers tingling with anticipation. The nights you had wasted in Theo’s bedroom, holding his fingers to the proper chords and avoiding eye contact, they were innumerable. 

You remembered the heavy breaths and the roving eyes and the trembling lips as if it had all happened just last night. You weren’t sure if this tension still existed between the two of you as it once had, but his presence still made your lungs stutter with want.

"I know, Teddy. . . ," you sighed. You missed it too. Like an alcoholic missed a drink and a drug addict missed a buzz, you missed the love.

Part 2!

[fandomfluffandfuck]

hey what should I draw, mr.s?

I'm always partial to people and adjacent things, so, maybe some anatomy practice? Shoes? Clothes with interesting textures/shine/folds? Expressions? I don't know! Or...

Don't try to draw anything.

Listen, that sounds so fucking weird, but one of my friends encouraged me to try intuitive art where you just aimlessly do shit except for what you feel is right. Inuiting it. Scribble, make circles, dashes, lines, etc., whatever, there's no wrong way to do it. Just do it. Do what feels right. It doesn't have to be representative of anything, not an emotion or story, but it can be if you want to, too. Whatever. Use an art medium you're familiar with using or not. Use kids' crayons, use expensive, nice watercolors, either extreme or somewhere in between. There's no wrong way to do it.

I thought that sounded interesting when I was introduced to the concept first, and god knows I have enough sketchbooks unused lying around to experiement in. So I just picked up a sketchbook that someone distant in my family gave me who knows nothing about art, and nothing about the art I specifically make, so it's too small of a book for what I usually do and I don't particularly like the paper within it, so I was, like, whatever, okay, I'll "ruin" this book. And I just started scribbling.

I will say I don't love love love anything I've made yet, but I don't hate it the way I thought I would as a realistic artist that is very much a perfectionist. I've really only spent, like, 30 minutes of time (tops) on the intuitive drawings when I'm already spending 5+ hours to work on my actual pieces daily. So, it's low stakes. It's easy. But. It's still so interesting. It's been so good for me, even if I don't love the outcome, y'know? The process is fun or, at least, nice and flow-like. It's a good way to start or end a drawing session, I've found.

Shit, though, I made fucking magic this afternoon on complete accident! So, okay, maybe I do like that outcome of that scribble in particular. Even if it is a little embarrassing as a mess of smeared pink and red crayons in blurry squiggles and almost heart shapes. It's chaotic, and it happened because I got stuck thinking about my old best friend, whom I knew from 1st grade until high school. He, to say the least, was not a fucking good friend as it turned out. Yet, time puts rose colored glasses on you, and so sometimes I wonder about him. Sometimes, I even miss him, though I know it isn't real what I miss. (I also might have been in love with him? I don't know even know, and that's a whole can of worms.) That being said, I tore through a page with that intuitive art and... I was truly just scribbling, not trying to make anything representative. In the end, though, I made this lighter background with a very prominent, darker scribble in the abstract shape of the first letter of his name. I didn't do that. Not consciously. So, fuck, I was astounded when I looked down at it, feeling like I was finished, to see that letter. What the shit? I hate when art does these things to me 💀💀 Fine. I'm lying. It's very cool in an indescribable kind of way.

(Did I then immediately go on to start another page and make a vaguely disturbing scribble with lots of eyes and loose teeth and bloody looking smears that I also did not intend to make look like that? Yes. Is that besides the point? Yes.) ((Also, funnier, did I make something the day before yesterday that was undeniably vagina-shaped? Also, yes. It's an adventure out here, lmao.))

Whatever you do, get out there and do it, baby!! Draw! Be meticulous or chaotic! There's no rules!

[vangold]

Day 6 and therefore the last day focusing on watercolors. In this case, Pen Store had even written the challenge to create something using all the new supplies that have now been added. I tried to use as few extras as possible. Just a few of my watercolors, a larger brush for the larger areas and drawing gum on the loose petals. Apart from that, I worked exclusively with the loot here. We had started this section with Underlust, so - since Rosie the Rose is the first character I thought of who has this color combo - we'll finish this section with Underlust as well. Started with the most tainted character of this  Undertale AU and ending with the purest. 🌹

[starfawn-wildwife]

been really feeling at home in my skin + leaning into expressing my personal vibe on a physical level lately

• all dewy everythinggg I want my makeup to make me look like a river nymph that just stepped out of the water

• only platinum / white gold jewelry bc it brings out this seashell glow in my fair skin that yellow gold just. doesn’t. sometimes rose gold accents

• i’ve always had a “signature perfume” but now i’m trying out “signature notes”, so experimenting with new scents that pull from the same palette—greenery, ozone, fresh violets and roses, snow, milk, aquatic notes

• switching up the style of my outfits every day with my mood instead of trying to stick to a single “aesthetic” bc I need to accept that I am simply a shapeshifter

• in that vein, focusing on purchasing high-quality clothing in cuts + materials I love, that can be worn in a variety of ways (eg a long floral skirt that can be styled for mori kei, cottagecore, brooklyn record shop girl, etc)

• cool pinks and soft violet makeup tones to contrast + highlight my green eyes

• keeping all accessories dainty, statement pieces rely on visual complexity versus weight/size so my features aren’t overwhelmed

• finger + toenail polish in muted pink nudes or fruit-toned, watercolor jelly shades depending on my mood

• luminescent glow drops on collarbones, shoulders, top of my breasts and cheekbones to catch the sunlight; not just face

• loose braids, loose updos with pearlescent claw clips, if the heat permits it hair down or half-up. flyaways smoothed at the crown but waves left alone otherwise, ends oiled; going for glossy but undone

god being high femme is so fun. the forever balance of artistry self-expression and effort

[ballonleastadiumofficial]

@dragon-tailz pelipper mail! A few gifts all wrapped with varied patterned papers, all silly and "childish" to Bede's standards.

In the pile there is a relatively small box adorned with ice-skating eiscue wrapping paper and labeled with a penciled on speech bubble from one of the illustrated pokemon reading "Bede!" The light bubbly writing gives away the gifter to Bede almost immediately. Along with that is a large box in Santa polteageist wrapping paper and a soft boxless gift in paper patterned with characters from various Rankin Bass arcmas movies that is... as well wrapped as it could've been, both are labeled with a to and from sticker, "to: Opal & Bede from: W A & H" the polteageist gift reads in short compact cursive, "to: Opal from: Wyverlyn C:" says the suspiciously ditto shaped gift.

In the small box is a pair of satin gloves, off white similarly to the hue of Bede's hair, the wrists are ornamented with soft white lace attached with subtle yet ornate entirely white floral designs, along with that is a few loose jewelry pieces, a clear resin ring with flecks of gold leaf as well as small white pink and lavender colored flowers cast inside, a thin sterling silver ring with a single round rose quartz held by prongs forming the look of a crown, and a gold necklace holding a pear shaped pearl.

In the large box is a tea set complete with a teapot, four teacups, four teacup plates, and a three tiered stand for all your tea cake, scone, and finger sandwich needs. The ceramics are all adorned with earthy watercolor style illustrations of wild mushrooms and subtly trimmed with gold paint on the edges.

The gift... bag contains a soft cotton maxi length dress in a deep royal purple color, the neckline, empire waistline, hem of the skirt and sleeves are all lined with white lace ribbon.

A card came along with the gifts, brief and succinct yet heartfelt.

"Happy holidays! Lots of love from Hulbury! - Aulani"

"I hope this Arcmas season is fruitful and full of joy for you two, sincerely, Harvey."

"MERRY ARCMAS!!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR!!!!!!! I LOVE YOU TWO!!!!! ＼(^▽^)／ XOXO WYVERLYN!! ♡♡♡"

Bede: This is a lot of jewelry, isn't it. I don't know what it is that has the three of you under the impression that I'm so avid for accessories. ...But thank you. Fortunately, I already have a few outfits in mind that these would go nicely with. So they'll not be relegated to some sort of junk drawer like some others might have been.

Opal: Hm! I'll admit, I didn't expect to be getting any gifts from any friend of Bede's, but I'm certainly not opposed. An entire dress, too... I say, I look just about 20 years young in this, don't I! Thank you, dears. For the things and the well wishes. I assure you that the tea set will not be going to waste in this household!

[riderborn]

✧   ⸻   [  grace van patten,  cis woman,  she / her  ]     ;     congratulations on surviving the parapet,  cadet  waverly dunbar, and welcome to the rider’s quadrant !  at  twenty - five years old, you should know exactly what it takes to make it to graduation, especially being so warm and selfless. though, i do suppose your tendencies to be callow and paranoid may make it hard to survive until threshing. other cadets say you remind them of watercolor bruises blossoming against your fair skin from hours in sparring, weeping into your palms after your first kill, the stark contrast of floral scented shampoo and the metallic scent of blood, but we’ll have to see how true that is. remember: if you want a dragon — earn one. 

I.   BASICS .

full  name.   waverly  rose  dunbar. age.  twenty - five. gender.  cis  woman. pronouns.   she  /  her. current  location.   rider’s  quadrant. status.  single ;  unattached. orientation.   bisexual,  biromantic. siblings.   two  older  brothers. signet.  not  yet  manifested. dragon.  not  yet  bonded. allegiance.   the  rider’s  quadrant.

II.   APPEARANCE .

hair.   golden  hair  that  falls  to  her  collarbones,  typically  worn  in  a  french  braid,  a  tight  ponytail,  or  in  loose  waves. eyes.   the  color  of  dark  chocolate. height.   five  feet  six  inches. scars.   none  yet. relics.   none  yet.

III.   MISCELLANOUS.

position.   first  year.  second  wing,  flame  section,  first  squad  member. strengths.  warm,  selfless,  approachable. weaknesses.  callow,  paranoid,  uncertain. hogwarts  house.   hufflepuff. alignment.  lawful  good. zodiac  sign.   pisces. media  inspirations.   violet  sorrengail  ( fourth  wing ),  beth  greene  ( the  walking  dead ),  lexie  grey  ( greys  anatomy ),  dani  clayton  ( bly  manor ),  missandei  ( game  of  thrones ),  jennifer  jareau  ( criminal  minds ),  primrose  everdeen  ( thg ).

IV.   BIOGRAPHY.

raised  by  a  rider  family,  waverly  always  knew  she  was  destined  to  be  a  rider.  from  a  young  age,  she  watched  with  envy  as  both  her  parents  &  both  her  older  brothers  experienced  the  inexplicable  bond  between  a  dragon  &  its  rider  &  she  always  knew  that  that’s  what  she  wanted.  growing  up,  people  often  told  her  she  should  plan  for  something  else  instead  --  she  was  tender-hearted,  empathetic,  &  soft,  &  everyone  insisted  that  those  qualities  wouldn’t  make  a  good  rider.  in  response,  she  simply  held  her  head  higher,  shutting  them  all  out  &  leaning  on  her  family’s  support  to  chase  her  own  dreams.  she  didn’t  spend  her  childhood  training  to  be  a  rider,  however.  her  interest  in  being  a  rider  is  one  thousand  percent  about  an  insatiable  admiration  &  need  to  appreciate  a  dragon  up  close  &  wanting  to  experience  that  bonding,  &  has  literally  nothing  to  do  with  the  thrill,  the  stakes,  the  gore,  or  the  power  that  comes  with  being  a  rider.  all  of  those  things  are  moreso  the  negatives  in  waverly’s  brain,  the  things  she  has  to  ‘tough  it  out’  through  in  order  to  achieve  her  dreams  of  seeing  the  world  through  the  clouds.  for  that  reason,  much  to  the  quadrant’s  dismay  after  her  two  stellar  rider  brothers  have  passed  through,  waverly  isn’t  much  of  a  fighter  &  has  continuously  come  out  on  the  bottom  in  every  way  that  counts  so  far  in  basgiath.  she  barely  made  it  across  the  parapet,  i  imagine  she  was  one  of  the  last  few,  limbs  trembling  &  collapsed  once  she  got  across...  but  she  still  made  it  !  where  she  lacks  in  brawn,  she  makes  up  for  in  dedication.  she  works  hard  in  her  classes  to  learn  all  she  can  about  being  a  rider,  &  volunteers  at  every  opportunity  to  take  on  more  duties  or  more  learning.  she’s  optimistic  about  it  all,  despite  the  fact  that  she’s  literally....  getting  &  going  to  get  the  crap  pummeled  out  of  her  &  has  a  very  slim  chance  of  survival  but  tbh  she  thinks  the  chance  of  bonding  with  a  dragon  is  worth  it. 

personality - wise,  she’s  like  a  ray  of  sunshine  that  doesn’t  know  when  to  stop.  she’s  like  prim  everdeen  crying  over  that  mean  cat....  &  she  probably  barfs  at  the  things  she  sees  at  basgiath  even  more  than  violet  did  tbh...  but  she’s  also  captain  america  getting  the  shit  kicked  out  of  him  &  then  standing  up  &  being  like  ‘i  could  do  this  all  day !’  even  when  it’s  like  baby  no  you  really  can’t....  she’s  sensitive  but  hides  it,  both  out  of  fear  of  being  targeted  by  other  cadets  &  bc  fake  it  til  you  make  it.  in  the  same  vein,  she  can  be  super  naive  bc  she  just  genuinely  wants  to  see  the  best  in  ppl,  but  is  also  a  Paranoid  Pisces  so  like.  she’s  in  a  constant  dilemma  &  anxious  quite  a  lot  but  yanno  that’s  how  i  like  my  muses :  suffering < 3

V.   WANTED  CONNECTIONS.

other  cadets  who  give  a  found  family  vibe~  people  she  feels...  semi-safe  around

the  rhiannon  to  her  violet,  someone  who  wants  to  show  her  the  ropes  &  help  her  not  seem  so  helpless...  or  simply  can’t  stand  to  see  her  get  her  shit  rocked  lol

corruption  moment...  someone  who  is  kind  of  like  ‘grow  up’.  bad  stuff  happens.  get  used  to  it !  a  little  tough  love  if  you  will

someone  super  protective  over  her  please  please  i  will  give  my  first  born

ppl  to  kind  of  play  with  her  feelings  a  little  bit...  make  her  your  fiddle  &  PLAY  HER

i’d  LOVE  a  professor  who  is  kind  of  helping  her  out  a  little  more  whether  it’s  bc  they  pity  her  or  because  they’re  skeptical  of  whether  she  deserves  to  be  here  or  not

anyone  who  doesn’t  like  her  simply  bc  they  think  she  doesn’t  have  what  it  takes  ( she  probably  doesnt )  or  because  they  just  annoy  each  other...  i  want  someone  to  bring  out  a  meaner  side  to  her

anything  &  everything  else !

[girls-and-honey]

For the watercolor game: cadmium orange, violet rose, green

cadmium orange: what do you like to do on your days off?

On days off I like to do whatever I feel like doing in the moment, and it feels like I'm not answering the question but that's really what I enjoy most. I used to try to plan to either work on specific projects or play a certain game but I realized I was starting to enjoy them less when I was doing them just because I planned to and not because I wanted to in the moment if that makes sense? the list of what I may feel like doing is long but includes things like baking or cooking (especially something I haven't made before), working on sewing or crochet projects, playing my harp, playing a video game, sitting out on the balcony and/or reading, and (re)watching a tv show

violet rose: what does your dream house look like?

hmm okay off the top of my head bc I haven't thought toooo much about this: first of all ledges and shelves for plants everywhere, outdoor space for a garden and maybe a greenhouse too, plus somewhere shaded to sit outside because I love the fresh air but hate the sun (sorry sun). also a kitchen with plenty of space for making a mess ooh and a music room / library an entire wall of shelves and room for a few instruments and a comfy chair for reading. also there will be lots of natural light oh and fun colors of course

green: name three countries you want to visit; do you have any actual plans in place to visit any of them?

the only country I have loose plans to visit is korea with my best friend, we want to go after she graduates and hopefully her sister can come too! no other major travel plans but I'd also love to visit the netherlands since I have some family (and some coworkers lol) there, and third choice would just be somewhere known for really good food so maybe italy or japan or france? I'm not much of a traveler so even going to 1-2 other countries would be plenty for me

watercolor asks!

[mysticdragon3art]

Last minute rose watercolor painting for my mom's Mother's Day card.

I really thought Mother's Day was tomorrow, not today! ;o; But fortunately, I woke early, so I was able to get this done pretty early in the day.

5/14/2023. Pencil sketch of a photo I had taken of one of my mom's roses. File "20220823_201430.jpg". Colored with Daiso Water Colors, on cardstock.

I know I should have stuck to my usual Copic markers, since I was short on time. But it's been a long time since I've done referential drawing, and I wanted the pencil's ability to erase mistakes. Also, I've recently been experimenting with trying watercolors again. Back before markers, I primarily used watercolors. (Then again, back then I also had sketchbook paper thick enough to handle watercolors, and that's not really the case anymore.) I may be comfortable with alcohol markers and ink pens now, but I keep wondering if something good might come of me returning to watercolor painting. Maybe it would look nice to color more organically, and allow some loose messiness, the way watercolors are often afforded. Maybe that type of style could really work for me. So I'm trying watercolors again.

Today reminded me how much I love drybrush, when I use brush pens---even though I haven't gotten the hang of setting up that technique with a paintbrush yet. So I might practice more drybrush with watercolor paintbrushes.

[theheavenladder]

falling crows of ink tumbling across your page,

floods of heartbroken poetry written under amber candle light,

the comforting warmth of being in an empty library graced with the presence of years of knowledge,

midnight meetings to write the next revolution crisp white shirts embellished with suspenders and checkered ties,

fogged tortoise shell glasses like silent mornings on the mountain side,

the rush of chalk on the board when someone is able to solve a problem,

a brain that works in numbers and rationality mixed in with a mind falling into the imaginable cheek kisses on the statues that line the walls defensive and armed ready for war,

red wine stains marking shirts like undefinable drops of blood,

the sound of type writers echoing around biting cold corridors,

uncountable hours sat in the library drowning in unreadable words the villainous warmth of alcohol on your insides, 

watercolored blends under watery sun beams, moulding minds like play doh with brush strokes,

a mind flooded with colour and ideas like a broken kaleidoscope, unnameable stains marking hands and arms,

the most unshatterable disguise listening to the empty voices that echo around the observatory tower,

pencil diagrams of scattered constellations, watching the sky shatter and blur,

sharing your unspeakable secrets with the full moon at witching hour,

sipping whiskey on rooftops turtlenecks hiding the passionate rose pricks from the night before,

coffee tables built of stolen library books,

embellishing outfits with a hint of subtle rebellion,

lost hours sacrificed to the statues in the museum,

symmetrical lecture halls stained with burnt caramel,

crimson rose and eggshell drowning in the midnight velvet waves of your own mind,

bitter black coffee cleansing your throat under the early risen sun,

cracked halos and bittersweet devils, 

ancient pillars cracked and bruised, knowing that sometimes there is no ‘right’ and ‘wrong’laced collars peeking out from under jumpers like bashful woodland creatures,

loosely curled hair following the landscape of your body,

proving those who under estimated you wrong in the most delightful scheme of revenge,

staring contests with marbled statues button up shirts embellishing busy days,

following the straight lines of the path,

bubbling power boiling under the surface,

unwelcomed nights scanning notes and rules created by people you'll never meet,

the blurred line between justice and anger retaliating comments and blurred lines,

easy lies told through sips of wine,

anxiety embellishing your body with nibbled nails and bitten lips,

undeniable sexual tension shared between forbidden hearts, 

pleasure building up to one day like a hourglass that cannot be cracked or broken smashed glass and unfixable mistakes,

charcoal black coffee in ceramic mugs under steel skies,

swimming through library books in hunt for all the knowledge to be the fixer,

nibbled pencils tucked behind ears,

watercolour bleeding of moral question 

[royallogana]

Dear Arkansas Daughter

Fandom: Lucifer (Netflix)

Main characters: Michael Demiurgos, Lucifer Morningstar and Irene Rose

Mention characters: Chole, Daniel, Ella, Trixie

Relationship(s): Michael/Lucifer(hinted), Michael/Irene(hinted),Samael/Rhiannon Elisheba(past)

TW: Sickness, Male Pregnancy, weird angel anatomy, Oc Insert( you can read this as a name reader also), mentions of child loss, medical inaccuracies

Note: This is my au of the show and inspired loosely by a fan-fic on AO3 "Emerging from the shadows" by Auroralumea. This is a Oc Insert but you can read it as x reader. This is a cross posted on AO3 under Strawberry_Wonderland. Irene name is female based but she is genderfluid(like the author) and uses all pronouns. If you think I missed any warnings, please PLEASE let me know. THIS HAS HINTED TWINEST SO NOT YOUR THING THEN PLEASE DON'T LEAVE ANY HATE COMMENTS.

Plot: This is inspired by the song 'Dear Arkansas Daughter' mainly and my playlist on Spotify. We take a trip down memory lane and get a glimpse of Irene's hatred for Lucifer.

Extra note: I didn't not finish the whole song because the song lyrics would make throw in the sea of lore. So you are stopping at part of the 2nd verse.

Take a swim in the water~

Irene stood cradling a Billionaire's Mocktail slowly sipping,(a habit he gained from Samael when they were younger) enviously at Lucifer and his unborn twins, with Michael hovering around him like Samael used to do to her. Irene smiled slightly at the memories of her and Samael telling everyone about their unborn child, Samael fussing making sure that they were comfortable. Oh did she miss those days.

Take a swim in the water~

"-ene, Irene" Michael called with a worried look on his face.

"Yes?"

"You have been drinking that Cocktail for the past 2 hours and that's not like you."

"I am fine just tired and I think Lucifer should be brought to Mansion, so we can protect him from that Chole girl. Also it would be safe enough for Daniel and Beatrice to stay with us so Lucifer would not panic."

"That's a good idea..."

"I am hearing a 'but'."

"How do you know so much about pregnancy and you have never been pregnant."

"I cannot tell you that."

Dear Arkansas daughter~

You with the dark curls, you with the watercolor eyes~

"Rhiannon Elisheba, where are you? Mikael is with me today I hope you don't mind."

"Over here darlin, of course my mate's brother is always allowed-" Rhiannon stopped dead in their tracks.

".....Rhiannon dear, Elisheba..., Irene"

"Samael why didn't you not tell me that you are identical twins."

"Aye, you called me Samael and not Sammy. Also yes, I am a twin." Samael stated with his hands up and hid behind the unknown male.

"Hello, you must be the Princess of the Abyss, um Lady Elisheba, is it."

"Ah, sorry yes it is and you are?"

"Mikael, the Archangel of the .../..../.-/-../---/.--/... and Fear."

"Wait who is or are the oldest Archangel or Archangels."

"You two discuss that, while I go and annoy Father about his new project and I hope mum and .-/-.-../-./---, honestly I hope Abyssal King doesn't mind if I would be late to dinner right?"

"Of course not silly, besides my dad is going to be late anyways and tell mum and my mom I said hello also the Almighty."

You who bares all your teeth in every smile~

The twins visited every day and made her smile like no can. The kingdom of the abyss was happy that the princes were getting along nice and with the Archangel marriage upcoming in due time, they were happy.

Says I can always hear you sing, I wanna hear you speak to me~

Rhiannon smiled slightly at the soft singing coming from the nest's direction. They walked in on the sight of Samael rocking Irene and his baby boy to sleep with Mikael curled up next to him.

"I see Mikael couldn't sleep with you singing or the little ones" Irene gestures to the little girl on Mikeal back. Samael looks and giggles slightly at the moment.

"I guess you are right."

While a stranger braids my hair back out on the street~

Mikael sits with the little boy in his arms while the little girl, getting his hair done. The little ones remind him of his siblings every time he looks at them. Rhiannon looks at Mikael with love in her eyes and admires him for how he is so patient with them but disappointment hits her way because Samael could not see his children because of his royal duties.

And in your dreams we are shooting at snakes~

Samael was not coming around anymore because of his duties but Mikael is and Rhiannon feels disappointed with that feeling. Mikael tries to help cheer him up but nothing helps. Rhiannon gets nightmares of Samael leaving her permanently and Mikael couldn't even help. Many moons Mikael would finish his work and rush towards the Abyss Castle he would make to help Rhiannon anyway he could but Samael never came back. Mikael would hand Rhiannon letters that would have been written by Samael stating and explaining each job he did; creating the stars, help making the planets with the Almighty, and many more.

And while you were asleep, I was surely awake~

When Rhiannon was able to get permission to visit Silver Selune, he flew there (with the help of Mikael of course). He was thrilled that all the angels could see the gratification on their own face. The Almighty allowed him to stay with the twins until the coronation of the younger twins. Even though she moved to their room, Samael was not there as much as he thought even though his job was the chief musician and 'Will'.

"Samael why aren't you staying in the nest at least one night. No one is going to "get red in the face" if you take one day off."

"Rhiannon, my Astraea please look at me." He gently curved their face to him. "I may not have come around to see you often-" He was cut off by Rhiannon grumbling 'or not at all'. "Or not at all but I am the one who sent Michael to make sure you were ok, he even started to go by himself without me telling him too, just to hear him rambling about you and the children to me.... And besides who is going to make sure you, Mikael and little ones are safe. I stay awake while you guys are surely asleep. I promise."

"You're sure?"

"I promise."

I was talking at a cigarette~

Irene smiled menacingly at the promise. 'I promise' replayed in her mine like that broken record Michael keeps. He hated him for not being there but he knew that his 'cats' were killed by his curiosity. If he didn't go after Him her children would be alive but if he didn't follow Him this curse he placed would have been worse.

There's nothing left to say~

Irene wearily looks towards heaven, smoking a cigar. They heard their name called with a critical but comical tone, when he turned around Irene smiled seeing the merciless look of Fear embodiment.

"Yes, Michael what do you want for me." Irene voice sounding muffled with the cigar.

"You're smoking."

"Last time I checked even Toph could see it."

"Duh, of course she can see-...wait she blind."

"Anyways, are you sure we should move Lucifer even though we don't know who the father of twins?"

Before Irene could answer a cough signalled that someone was listening. The two turn only to Lucifer looking at them with disdain while holding a book. Michael immediately reconsidered the book mentioning the Curse. Lucifer floored Michael response with a look 'explain this now' then headed inside.

"So, would you two explain what this means and is."

"Lucifer-"

"Mikael don't, start explaining or am going to throw you off the balcony."

Irene smiled slightly at threat and sat down. He out the cigar in ash tray and gestures to Lucifer to calm down.

"I will explain but I can't explain all sadly it tied to the same curse."

"Well then go on."

"Right, Lucifer no Samael this curse ties Heaven, Hell and the Abyss together. The curse can be broken but only by the two persons the curse were intended for but we don't know who they are. All we know is that we need to find out who is this 'Akino' person and tie they have with us."

"Earlier, you said that we know each other but I can't remember you."

"I am sorry but I can't tell you that."

"But I need to know-"

"NO I WILL NOT TELL YOU AND DON'T ASK ME AGAIN" Irene slammed his hands down, a venomous anger laced his words. Lucifer flinched but got up and followed the woman who was currently shape shifting to her male form.

"Listen here, I don't care if you don't want to tell me about what happened between us but at least tell about the curse." Lucifer stormed after the man to the penthouse's library.

"How about a no." And with that Irene locked himself in the library.

"Are you serious right now?..... Michael stop standing there and come and be useful."

Said Michael was eating soufflé (how and when did him get that) and watching what was going down. Michael immediately stop and raise his head pointing to the door before shaking it and turning to walk away.

"Useless" Lucifer grumble before lock picking the door.

But he should have been there anyway~

Irene has been always scared of that day this curse started and the death of his parents. Samael promised he would be there for Rhiannon but no one had promised to be with Irene. Irene raked his hand through his hair brushing out any knots in the crystal mane, he heard the door being lock picked and sat in chair waiting for who it was.

For I didn't sing a single song, all day~

"You know that you and Michael are stubborn as hell." A smooth and relaxed voice sounded through the library, sending chills down Lucifer spine.

"I think Yuika will always be stubborn, especially when he does get his way."

"You still call Michael that?"

"Of course, he is my 'Moon flower'. Now don't change the topic, what is the curse or what happened."

"You would not give up, will you?" Irene turned around in the chair, looking in Lucifer's direction and then gestures to the sofa in library.

"No, not to you tell me at lest about the curse or how we know each other."

"Ok fine, but I am only telling you about the curse not about us. Not yet." He whisper the last part but Lucifer didn't push it.

My heart is full of swords~

"Wait, could you repeat what the book says one more time." Lucifer leans forward trying to understand the curse.

Once the sun dies,

The moon will not cry

For it knows that his lover will return,

But as fragile as dust

Cold as his starry heart.

He will return as bright as morningstar,

For jealousy caused his wife envied.

The star cries for his Akino,

"Clementine, his name is Nicholas"

"That is the curse." Irene snickered at Lucifer's face.

"And here I thought Dad spoke in riddles but this takes the cake. How can something so beautifully written means something equally deadly." Lucifer groaned in annoyance at both Irene and Michael.

Michael walks in with three trays of food in perfect balance. He placed the first two trays down and took the last tray down.

"Trust me if you think that crazy just until he comfortable enough with you to tell you how he knows us." Michael said while shoveling food in his mouth. "I was embarrassed for two months."

Irene looked at Michael in disgust at his uncouth behavior and at the mention of their meeting before hitting him on the head, only to look across to see Lucifer of all people doing the exact same thing as Michael.

Full of, full of swords~

Rhiannon walked the now familiar path to the throne room, she saw the door slightly open with the sound of muffled voices. She didn't know if to go or not but she decided against it until they heard a scream and loud crash. She ran to the ajar door and peeped in, a scream of horror ripped from her chest.

Golden blood ran from the throne onto the ground and a man with a similar style and face of The Almighty wielded a bloody sword, which was pierced in the chest pinning him to the chair. The man turned to scream and sent two swords in her direction, cutting her tails off which were protecting him then sent one straight into his stomach.

Your love, it knows the Lord~

Snapping back to reality, Irene felt like someone was falling out of heaven. Only to hear the earth shattering scream that Lucifer let out, when she rushed to see if he was ok. Irene saw that the angels fell from heaven.

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Asher Gideon Nygma-Crane

Agendered (bio-female)

Autism ADHD OCD and Tourette's 

Born in Glasgow Scotland

6’4

Eye: dark blue that lightens to ice blue then around the pupil is a greenish yellow (central heterochromia)

Hair: dark auburn red that is mistaken for brown or black in low light 

They often wear punk/goth attire as a civilian but also just dress weird  

They are covered in tattoos : 1. They have four bands of black on each arm and between them are crows in various stages of flying or fighting  2. have a watercolor street of Gotham with a dark figure riding a pale horse that takes up their back 3. On their right side they have a Green and purple sphinx the cat part is a tiger instead of the usual lion that even goes down that leg 4.  On their left leg their upper thigh have a crocodile with a rubber duck for Waylon a playing card and spinning coin for Harvey a jester hat for joker a spade and heart for Harley and roses for Ivy and a kangaroo for George and a Penguin for Oz they have more but those are the more distinct ones alot of the other are more superfluous 

Their bottom lip has a vertical labret and snake bites they also have angel bites they all are black rings (cause they are a dork and like the scarecrow likeness)    

Found by Jon in a warehouse at a year and a few months old after their parents (doctors) were killed for helping the wrong person. 

They are generally unsettling even as a child as they often have a blank expression that doesn't change as they get older. They take this to working in a haunted house with their friends since they were sixteen.

They didn't go to school until middle school as they mostly spoke through mimicry using other people's voices and the school saw it as them being obstinate. 

They eventually craft themselves a voice of their own with Kaz at the age of 7. It's raspy, soft, and they rarely raise their voice unless need be, and they speak with a thick Georgian drawl like Jon because they like the way he speaks. 

The know a few languages Spanish Russian French and Italian they later learn Scottish Gaelic when they learn about their birth parents. 

Harley noticed they had loose joints even at a young age and very soft skin and to help them tighten and strengthen up by teaching them aerial sports their favorite was lyra while doing that they also did gymnastics. That's where they became friends with Barbra Gordon. They also learn electro swing dancing convinced by their long time girlfriend who they met in adult Lyra classes.

How they got their powers 

When they are young they lucid dream on a regular and makes friends with nightmares and dreams. Dream of the Endless meets them and takes them to meet Darkness. Dream of the Endless knows him and his siblings are becoming corrupt and knows the Elementals will bring the apocalypse or actually help.

Darkness is an elemental who is the actual Architect of the world the true creator due to them wanting to keep God and even themselves in check made the world in need of balance. Angered by that God killed Darkness and all of the other elementals. Not knowledgeable in how things are supposed to work he can only make broken copies of worlds. Dark and light was originally more of a balanced dynamic where both could actually be bad should one exist more than the other. Darkness has drifted through dark spaces in all dimensions without a body they settled into the dimension Ash reside in and stays  deep in the Dreamland. Dream takes Ash to Darkness as both a possible sacrifice and as the possible end of the world. Darkness is very old and while not aware of other worlds because all of them are pretty much rip off their work has a general knowledge of many things Asher had to construct a space in their mind so its not a constant stream of knowledge. They cannot be captured in magic circles and are not hurt by holy water they have been shot stabbed and had even been doused in gasoline and set on fire but they heal quickly. They use this ability to scare others letting them believe they have won then scaring them. They can change parts of their body into obsidian they use them to set their fear toxin on fire but also to slash and claw. They can full-bodied shape-shift often turning into a crow, barghest (black dog), and a large Maine coon like cat they can also turn into twisted versions of their alias The Crow. 

As The Crow they wear black pants a white button up and vest with steel toed boots black leather gloves and a black trench coat they wear a leather bandana and if their hair is long enough will braid it with leather ties but they dont really care too much about their hair.They also wear welding goggles a plague doctor like mask.

Gear:

Boots later they have plates of metal like tap shoes to also throw sparks and have rolling nano machines that can help them skid slide and even slightly glide they hate using them though cause they dont act like hockey skates 

Gloves they actually only wear them in the beginning as they later get more used to using their powers. These gloves also use nano tech with magnets that help them spin fling and bring back their large scythe.

Large scythe that can collapse into a eight inch pole their large scythe is actually more of a defense tool to keep people back and fling them and light the toxin on fire with the help of nano tech they also can make it pin people down and also trick people into trying to grab it only to be unable to move it.

Two sickles they use when they need speed and when they actually need to physically fight.

Personality: they are playful and laid back with their family and friends often wanted to help take care of Stephanie Brown and Timothy Drake who also are adopted by Jon and Ed. They are very protective of their family but also to those they see are in need of help and stands by more progressive policies. They join a protest at the young age of 14 when a young boy is shot and killed by gcpd. They love to be a problem for those in power particularly those who abuse said power. They are very self aware of their odd life and how odd it is but also find a lot of humor in their existence. They often make jokes about it saying "I don't have to grow past the emotional range of a 16 year old and can also blame my upbringing" in reality they are also very tetchy of people who assume Ed and Jon are abusive or that they forced Ash to be a Rouge. They decided to be a Rouge at the young age of 8 after they ran across a pedophile who was looking for victims at a public pool they went to and saw him watching their friends. They know that they aren't doing the right thing fully by going after these people but have a lot of anger towards these people. They are often almost immediately liked by kids and animals which they find odd but uses it to protect these beings who trust them so readily. They do commit more regular crimes like Ed and Jon but oftentimes steal to give the money or whatever they stole to those who really need it.....sometimes to their own detriment as they sometimes even give their legitimate pay away as well leaving them on a constant precipice of being kicked from their own apartment at times. They also heavily help Babs PI business also to their detriment. (They are bad with the monies lol)

Relationshsips

Ed: they are close (of course) but Ed is also very supportive in everything they want to try while also being very protective of them. He's a mother hen to Ash in particular as they are very independent and have a tendency to forget to take care of themselves. (just like Jon) They are also reckless and protective of their friends and families (like Ed) They also bond over their love of machinery and general trivia and riddles. Jon often says they are the brick walls each needed in their lives. They are also very interested in ciphers and codes and earned Ed's love to perform but are very shy and like to stay in the dark. Its why they love being a haunted house worker and often using their knowledge and body control they learned in sports to make scaring and fighting a performance in its self. He was very weary about sending Ash to school even as he knew they would have friends and that the school wasn't actually that bad with staff who tried. The elementary school had seen them as obstinate as when they went to the preschool the fact they speak in Kaz's voice instead of their own.

Jon: They bond over their love for reading crows and love to scare the shit out of people. They are more quiet and contemplative when it comes to dealing with people. Jon does feel bad for their quieter nature but Ed often soothe him over it. Jon is also protective of thier child as well but is more willing to let them grow and change on thier own. He had hoped Ash would choose a more normal life but after a fight reconizes that Ash needs to live thier life the way they want. They often spend time together in quiet often each doing thier own thing. They both have a similar sence of humor and while once Ash is 16 darkness and Ash are esstially the same being Ash can become feral and unable to speak if hurt or if they use thier powers too much and Jon reconizes its similar to him and Scarecrow. Jon finds the fact they take a lot of insperation from him funny and flattering and teases Ed over it a little bit.

Waylon: He is uncle Waylon and Ash goes to Waylon for more normal advice. He encouges Ash to try to work through things on more normal ways. If Ed isnt around Ash goes to Waylon for emotional comfort. They have respect for Waylon for being the most stable of thier caretakers and being mentally angile to be able to have a consistant job as they struggle with trying to be a normal citizan.

Kaz: Kaz knew who Ed and Jon where as he saw them in thier Rogues costumes so he threatens them after getting back. Originally he felt like he had to protect Ash (who was two when they 'adopted' Kaz) Ash unconsiously shows the while Jon and Ed kill and hurt people they dont want to hurt the siblings. They grow close being siblings and reconizing thier life is very odd. Kaz like Ed is very protective of Ash since they have a tough time taking care of themselves. Ash is just a protective after Kaz's leg is screwed up and makes him a brace and they remind each other to use thier mobility and braces. Ash does reconize Kaz is both very capable and has his crew to back him up so tires to not worry about him too much but still does. Ash finds Kaz's ability to do close up magic very neat and picks up some of the tricks he learns but isnt as skilled as Kaz is.

Stephine: Ash does more girly things with Steph and acts as a typical older sister type helping her be confident and lets her know her feminity is valid and not weakness. Ash is slightly jelouse of Steph bcause she is actually more inclined for math and enginering and has a more natural knack for it but is also has resepect for her over it and if Ed isnt around will go to Steph for a outliers prospective on projects. Steph's persona is called Syphinx. Steph wears purple and green but wears more civillian like cloths but will sometimes when shes needed a green and purple suit and has a cane with a syphinx handle for her main weapon.

Tim: Ash and Tim both are the more quiet siblings perfering to work in the shadows and arnt concerened for praise or adoration for thier work. They can be both frusrated at each other for it but love each others very much. Tim and Ash oftentimes spends time together doing parellal play often hanging out in Ash's room and listening to music. Ash will call on Tim and Steph to help sometimes with the other variants or when their are civilians involed. Ash like with all thier other siblings is protective of Tim but has a tendecy to hover more as he is also the baby of the family. Tim will often go to Ash for emotional comfort as he doesnt want to be a burden but Ash is quick to put his fears to rest and doenst mind reminding him that Ed and Jon love him very much. Ash is happy that Tim and Steph have much more normal lives than them and Kaz as Steph and Tim may have personas they dont commit crimes and act as more typical viglianties. Tim's persona is called Magpie which was a nikename from Ed and Jon. He wears a plauge doctor like mask like Ash but often wears more punk like attire than Ashers 'suit' look.

Pets: They have a few pets including a horse named Ghost who became close after Kaz got her trust. Ruger was a Rottweiler German shepherd mix who saved them from a Jonathan Crane who got stuck in their dimension and decided to kill Ash believing they were stopping Jon continuing his work on the toxin. They fought and they both got dosed with Jon's toxin but Ash fought it and beat him up with the help of Ruger. Afterwards Ed and Jon were weary of Ruger but finally gave him a chance after Waylon pointed out he wasn't aggressive towards any of them. Nightmare is more of a sibling to them he later gains the ability to fully speak as Ash works on their powers. Ash felt bad but Nightmare wants to be there for Ash and help them in any way he can. Craw is more of Kaz pet but he doesn't like being cooped up so oftentimes hangs out with Ash and Nightmare. Nightmare is the more serious one while Craw often acts playful and social sometimes acting more like a parrot with using his feet more often than other crows. Craw can speak fully as well but oftentimes loves to mostly mimic and speak in small sentences or one words. Later Tim and Stephine 'save' a kitten who escaped the cage he was in about to be taken into a shelter and they jokingly named him Eddie as once they get him to Ash they find the kitten is very smart and curiouse quickly even figuring out a puzzle Ash made for Craw and Nightmare. Eddie winds up staying but Ash still goes to the shelter and explains what happened and paid the dues to officially adopt him as the money goes to the animals. Eddie loves Craw and Nightmare and the crows like him back calling him little brother. Eddie is a orange tabby kitten with green eyes.

I will add more this is just what I was able to jam out send me asks or messages or whatever and I can clarify or explain better.

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Watercolor Day Lilies

Summer’s Blooms, Jacquelyn Block Today I wanted to do another loose watercolor floral painting. I was tempted to make another Rose of Sharon picture, but then settled on day lilies. On our way to Albany, I saw some amazing deep red day lilies , but didn’t take a picture. I did have a lot of pictures of the day lilies blooming in front of my mom’s cottage, so I used those as a reference. I think…

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hi! 25 and 8 for the flirty ask! 😊

hii!! thanks for the ask, i was trying to find the same game on your blog to send you an ask back but there were so many rbs i assumed you werent doing it anymore :( tho if you are, then 8 and 25 back to you because theyre super cute!

8: what’s something romantic you wish someone would do for you?

Nô- cut roses from a rich person's garden to give them to me, or a date where we're both doing grafitti art in a hidden corner all alone and we're laughing at how shaky our lines are and how much we suck at grafitti

Efêmero- Love letters❣️❣️ Scented love letters with flower petals inside the envelope, always arriving on my mail box in the same day of the week so i have a day to look foward to the most...

Crow- going to a ruin in the middle of the woods together and exploring it. or being gifted a small black vintage lock box with a lock of your hair and some of your teeth inside.

Pierre- learning to dance together so we can always dance anywhere that has music and steal the show

Ofélia- ...Being gifted something that reminds you of me.

25: vague about someone you like romantically or platonically

Nô- its easy for people like me to lie to themselves, saying they're a predatory animal, looking for a prey to bite. what a ridiculous lie. to feel so fragile and weak within your human flesh that you escape to this humancentric notion of what the nature is like. i wont say i know it myself. but i know what i am. i was a scared animal that bit everything it thought was a treat. i was shaking and whining and growling. you, you were the only one to make me feel safe. when i bit you, you found not betrayal but pleasure. i learned to use my claws and fangs to love you. i learned to keep my head high to look at you in the eye. you think im hard to impress, you think so highly of me...im the one who should be trying to impress you. i can only hope to do my words justice and bring as much safety to others as you brought me

Efêmero- Romance, Platonic love, all of it feels like it looses meaning in front of you. I've been told the importance of words, i've been even told my importance was in the way i used my words. I don't think they're as relevant as they're made out to be. No, i could describe you and my feelings for you with a thousand different words in a thousand languages and hope they will suffice. I can buy a beautiful ring to put on your finger and hope it will suffice, to show others what i feel for you. To show you what i feel for you. At the end, i can see, how little any of this matters. I'll bring your hand to my chest, and make silence so you can hear the beating of my heart. Does that suffice as a poem to you?

Pierre- someone that can't be described with words. when i'm by your side, feeling the wind hit my face sharply and hearing you say one of the words in portuguese i taught you, i feel more alive than i have ever felt.

Crow- hair golden like it holds the sunrise all to itself, watercolor eyes like the home of the wind that carries birds and leaves, a laugh that could make one forget of all that is rotten in this world, a soul that holds more colors than my box of paints, yet holds a pain that speaks to me. it hums a melody so familiar, a silent cry of a child that i've seen in the eyes of so many adults i've met. for them, i will talk, for them, i will laugh, for them, i'll set them free.

Ofélia- The wine that pours on my cup reminds me of the sea we've bathed in together in my dreams, though you will never see me. Grasshoppers bring the sound of the night, they fill in the silence that would be filled with your laughs or your moans, their sound is agonizing enough to make me want to rip my ears. The moon shines the same color of your soul, but it is too fragile for someone as rotten as me to hold. Let the smoke of my cigarette fill the night with a deep fog, it is better if you never see me, my love, that way i will never hurt you.