#malval

[sictransitgloriamvndi]

Death on a Pale Horse (c. 1880) - Edouard Ravel de Malval

[commander-frostfang]

Still learning how to take screenshots goodly, have some of my favorite little man currently, Hyacinth! He's technically my second commander, with universe bloom, and is a sylvari mesmer ( specifically, virtuoso for lore reasons! ) it's canonical that he goes on to wield Caladbolg in his universe, although split into a dagger and sword ( in comparison to zohar, who doesn't keep caladbolg for a reason i've yet to work out :p )

i love this sassy pink bastard

[nobodysuspectsthebutterfly]

Larys Strong by Patrick Moran / @moranillustration

[rattyexplores]

Sida. One of those plants that gets caught in your clothes.

16/09/23 - Malvales: Sida sp., outback road

[dogsaver-blog]

Brachychiton discolor by Linda De Volder Via Flickr: Tenerife. Costa del Silencio. Brachychiton discolor is a rainforest tree of eastern Australia. It grows in drier rainforest areas. Common names include lacebark tree, lace kurrajong, pink kurrajong, scrub bottle tree, white kurrajong, hat tree and sycamore. en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Brachychiton_discolor

[violetsystems]

[chlorophyll-and-chitin]

Grewia sp.

06-FEB-2023

Melbourne, Vic

[deathtek]

8/27/22

[ladylvck]

Sits beside her on the lounge couch, arm coming to rest idly at the back of it. Her attention lies with Lucia, whom Malva peers through tinted shades with, red lips curving into a smile. “Fancy a drink of my shout?”

Her whole body shifted so she could give the other woman her undivided attention, knees knocking lightly as she leaned in a bit closer. Lucia's lips mirrored Malva's, spreading into a playful grin, never quite sealing the space, but neither did she remove the small connection they made. An age old tactic; any connection made to improve chances for a bond.

And she would be more than happy to create one here.

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm having a nice tall drink right now, but I'd love to have another with you."

//@malvalent

[autistic-fuckwad]

><> - SHINIGAMI EYES IS NO LONGER RELIABLE!

pinned post cause my old one is fucking depressing!!! be 18+ to follow please! i dont post porn but i do post suggestive stuff.

IF YOU HAVE MEN DNI ON YOUR PROFILE, FOLLOW YOUR OWN DNI! I'M A MAN AND PROUD OF IT: GET OVER IT!

hi im Anchor! im 19. im otherkin, autistic + adhd and a whole lot of other mental shit, physically disabled, and fall under the trans man and nonbinary umbrellas. im gay as hell ( i love men + nonbinary people!!! im both lol ) so youll see posts abt that. my gender is an enigma, but i am not a woman for sure! i only use he/they pronouns, but i heavily prefer he/him. i like to talk abt myself in the third person a lot bc autism. that's why i'm autistic-fuckwad!

i make art! the guy above is me but like. a bunny version. i also have tons of fandoms that i like but dont really talk abt! idk i dont really know what to put here if you wanna check me out from other places, here's my carrd!

Find me funny or cool and wanna support me? [Throne | Ko-fi]

Tags: #anchor rambles - my original post tag! i just be yapping all the time. #my asks - self explanatory! #hate mail - my tag for hate anons that i do answer. most of them are just funny or old things i felt needed addressed. #my art - i generally post my art on my art sideblog, but i will also crosspost it here! #chroxri/#chroxris - this is my original species! as of right now they arent finished and exist entirely in my head, so they arent for public use.

OC Tags: #oc: spraypaint | #oc: lucifer | #oc: megaladon | #oc: mau #oc: akeno

Mine sideblogs: @commander-frostfang - Guild Wars 2 sideblog. Named after my first character, but holds both Zohar Frostfang and Hyacinth of Malvale as my commaders. I post my gw2 art there, if i make any, and reblog posts abt gw2. I currently have played through the entire story on Zohar.

@5h4rku8us4rt - Art blog! kinda disorganized, not tagged well, will fix up in the future. still badass as hell tho. i post my art here so you can follow this to see when i post art specifically cause i reblog so much on my main blog. 5H4RKU8US is generally my username on other sites, i just tagged art to the end in the same style. it's pronounced sharkubus. @5h4rkd0llz - doll blog. heavy wip, ive been depressed. i collect rainbow high and calico critters, i also sew doll clothes. might do customs, might not. idk.

@5h4rku8us - Had to claim my main username somehow! im honestly using this to store my sona's art and post abt vtubing stuff. once i start making videos, i plan on uploading links to them here! honestly, kind of dead rn. it will happen in the future tho!

@sharksimsss - sims 4 cc blog. i hardly use this one so its just for myself and my bff to grab cc from lol @chroxri-corner - my own original species and world building blog! currently dead but not abandoned. im just depressed

I block heavily and I'm not interested in arguing about my core belief systems. i dont hold opinions on most things so dont come into my inbox just to ask abt if i support giggleshitfart68 or not for being twinklekin. i support intersex people and believe in breaking the sex and gender binary. do as ye will as long as ye bring no harm upon others.

RADFEMS, TERFS, GENDER ESSENTIALISTS AND INTERSEXISTS FUCK OFF!

sometimes i misunderstand things! always willing to talk it out if the other party is receptive and civil.

[commander-frostfang]

somebody went killing an elder dragon in his endgame fit!!!

finally took Hyacinth through his level 80 story to completion. He's my secondary commander in lore, a different universe to Zohar

im tempted to do some painting over the 2nd one to make it look cooler...

[luminies]

Alicent Hightower appreciation week ✶ Day 1: Favorite episode ↳ “We Light The Way” - season 1, episode 5.

“An outsider... among the natives. Malvales. A rare bloom. Indigenous to Braavos. By all rights, it shouldn't be thriving here. Nature... such mystery.”

[rattyexplores]

Hibiscus flower.

11/08/23 - Malvales: Hibiscus × archeri - parking lot near overgrown garden

[blankfairy]

Oooo I want to hear about your “weirwood” wip👀

tysm for the ask!! !! from this post.

!! i just started working on this a few days ago! most of my wips are just one-shots, but i think this'll become a chapter of my hotd fic, all things devour.

it'll go in one of the beginning chapters, when the main character, samsa waters, is about thirteen. she visits the king's landing godswood and finds her eight year old (did not realize he was that young until i just calculated it) half brother, trystane strong. he gives her some things to think about. but because samsa is thirteen and thinks she knows everything (including that her little brother is weird), she just kind of ignores what he has to say.

i ALSO was mistaken, because i named this weirwood, even though the heart tree in the kl godswood is an oak. oops.

snippet under the cut :3

One foggy morning after losing Aemond to his mother, the godswood called, and Samsa answered. Chimera’s Nest had no godswood. It cradled more faiths than Samsa could count, thickets of worshipers and prayers were to be found wherever she went. The ramshack sept never housed more than a handful of candles at each aspect, but something always burned; shrines were everywhere, strewn in incensed alleyways, sitting atop merchants’ counters, nestled in private crooks of shops and homes. Even Valyria’s still stood, deep in the caverns beneath Arlior Ānogrion, crusted with salt and worn by the thousands of high tides past. But they were as dead as Old Valyria itself; Vhagar and Balerion and the rest sat buried in the smoldering rubble that once revered them. When Samsa visited the old faces of her ancestors’ gods, wading in sea water up to her knees, she felt more divine than any of them. She didn’t feel any less powerful in the sept, or standing before the gods of Essos and Yi Ti and beyond, but here, in the godswood, the unease burned in her belly like a bubbling wound. Samsa stepped into the crisp air, heard the whisper of the wind in the trees and the intrusive thunk of her own footsteps, and shivered, but not for the cold. Disquiet blossomed here. Rage shot up from the soil like weeds. No amount of moonblooms or dragon’s breath or blood red malvales could mask it. The heart tree watched her as she approached, weeping red sap. Samsa’s stomach clenched under its strangely thoughtful gaze. A jolt of disbelief struck her the moment she met its eyes. “What am I doing?” Samsa shook her head, then the rest of her body, trying to rid herself of her nerves. She pulled her heavy wool cloak tight around her shoulders. If this was the curiosity that called, she drew her eyes down and felt sated. This was no godswood, it was a garden, the singular weirwood in Chimera’s Nest was more impressive than this thick oak, and she didn’t need to waste her time looking at trees and smelling flowers… A soft voice called to her. “Lady Waters?” Samsa curled her lip. Even with her hearing, she wasn’t sure where the voice had come from, and spun around. There was no one behind her. A heavy gust of wind pushed at her back and sent her cloak whipping at her legs. “Don’t call me that.” She turned back around, squinting. Trystane Strong, heir to Harrenhal, crept out from behind the massive oak, a hand pressed to its pale bark. “You’re a lady, aren’t you?” Somehow, amongst the greens and reds and blues of the godswood, Trystane looked taller than he had in the training yard. His streaked hair of curtained his face in white and brown and fell in loose curls to his shoulders. He wore a plain doublet of his house colors, and a rich red cloak that turned his eyes into depthless pools of blue. It seemed to swallow his wiry body whole. Beneath its embroidered edges his twisted foot stuck out, jutting against the grass covered roots. Before Samsa had a chance to snap at him, Trystane spoke again. “I saw the way you watched me in the yard. You hate me too, don’t you?”

[emilykaldwen]

Happy WIP Wednesday!

a snippet from Chapter 6 of The Maiden and the Drowning Boy, my Aegon II Targaryen x OC (Abrogail Strong, aged down daughter of Lyonel Strong)

Abby giggled again and he tilted his head back only enough to allow her to turn in his hold. She kissed his nose, and then his cheek. Peppering her way along the curve of bone to the soft skin behind his ear where his jaw met, she suckled and nipped with the softest sound that went straight to his cock. Aegon’s eyes fell almost shut and he brought his other hand up to cup the back of her head to keep her close. Her own fingers remained in his hair with their infernal tugging, drawing soft groans and his own wanton and needy whimper.

 Touch me, touch me for here I hurt, he thought. Touch me and make it all go away until it’s only you.

“Do you like that?” she whispered against his ear and it struck him how genuinely curious she was, how guileless the intent was in her explorations. It was intoxicating in a way he couldn’t describe and Aegon’s arm tightened around her waist, his fingers diving into her hair. Her own arm had come up around his own waist to mimic him and he found it adorable how she took her cues from him. What he did, she did, and he rewarded her studious nature with a nip to her ear.

Her fingers tugged on his hair and she felt her own teeth nip along his jaw. His cock twitched and he angled his hips back so she wouldn’t feel it, not wanting to frighten her. “I asked if you liked that.”

Abby’s bold teasing drew a high pitched giggle of his own. “Are you demanding answers from your prince, my Lady? What liberties you take.” From his view of her throat and the succulent curve of her shoulder, he watched the blush bloom like the malvales flowers in his mother’s solar. She shook against him with her giggles and Aegon felt like he was soaring to be the one to pull such joyous sounds from her with his japes. It was heady, like the most exotic of wines he’d been given that left him floating but this? This flamed him instead of making him feel numb. This had his heart racing and his body tingling and Aegon laughed with her. He laughed in the way he hadn’t for so long, free from the anxiety and the fear, from the nervous notes that plagued the sound.

[chlorophyll-and-chitin]

Cistus cv.

05-NOV-2022

Melbourne, Vic