#reddish brown eyes

[unboundprompts]

Could you do reddish brown eyes? And if you’ve already done if could you link that post

Different Ways to Describe Reddish Brown Eyes

-> check out these posts as well, they might give you some inspiration: x , x

-> feel free to edit and adjust pronouns as you see fit.

She had eyes like the red clay he used in his pottery studio.

His eyes reminded her of the old burgundy barn that sat in the backyard of her childhood home.

Her eyes were as beautiful as the leaves of trees in autumn.

Their eyes reminded her of old brick libraries and vintage books.

His eyes were the mahogany wood that his grandfather used to use to sculpt little figurines.

She had eyes like a dark sunset after a stormy day.

They had a faded tattoo on their arm-- that looks like it was once a vibrant red-- that matched their eyes almost perfectly.

He just couldn't get out of his head that her eyes looked like baked beans. He wanted to describe them as something beautiful, something that he couldn't quite put into words, but all he could come up with were baked beans.

She had eyes like the tea kettle set his mother used to leave out on the table.

His eyes were the same color as the lake water. It reflected the trees, the sun, and the muddy ground on its surface, hiding secrets beneath its docile waves.

They had auburn hair and it made their eyes look so much more noticeable.

She wore a necklace adorned with smoky quartz gemstones. If he didn't know any better, he would say that she had replaced her eyes with those very same stones.

Tragedy was hidden behind their red-brown eyes, weaved between their irises so it was well out of sight.

His eyes were like the red leaves on a maple tree.

If you like what I do and want to support me, please consider buying me a coffee! I also offer editing services and other writing advice on my Ko-fi! Become a member to receive exclusive content, early access, and prioritized writing prompt requests.

[xylo-art]

Just wanted to doodle the rgb siblings

[dragonroilz]

the boston red versus the toronto blu

[aerequets]

community discussion, do you view Yor's eyes as reddish brown or just red

[skunkes]

[delusionalbitchinthehouse]

Hitchhiker Phantom x Driver Dew anyone ?

Phantom has a new sworn enemy, and it's the sun. Sweating bullets, his filmsy tank top sticking to him in the most uncomfotable way, curls damp and frizzy, he's starting to wish for a storm, an eclipse, or just a cloud, anything to make the weather slightly more bearable.

The fact that he's sitting cross-legged on the side of the road, the burning asphalt radiating heat too, isn't helping. But he's been all but thrown out of his last ride after accidentally spilling his drink - he didn't mean to, the road was just so bumpy ! - and now, stranded in the middle of nowhere, all he can do is wait and pray for another car to drive by and accept to give him a lift into the nearest town.

Phantom has been hitchhiking for long enough that he knows people willing to do so are rarer these days. They are wary, not like Phantom can blame them - he himself had a few bad, or even downright scary experiences.

Lost in his thoughts, he nearly misses the rumbling sound of an engine down the road, but the second it registers, Phantom is on his feet, bag slung back on his shoulder, thumb out. An old pick up is making its way toward him, and it might be his last chance of the day.

Phantom runs a hand through his hair, fluffing it the best he can, sheepish smile plastered on his face. A bit of charm never hurts in those situations.

To Phantom's immense relief, the pick up slows down to a stop right in front of him, and a guy leans toward the open passenger window from the driver seat.

"Where you going, boy ?"

The man is...Phantom has to take a deep breath. Long hair held up in a loose bun, knife sharp jaw, sculpted cheekbones, a smattering of freckles over the bridge of a nose that's evidently been broken more than once, and piercing mismatched eyes, one icy blue, the other light brown.

Hot. Pretty, in a way that clearly reads "I could and might gut you if you look at me the wrong way".

Remembering he was asked a question, Phantom mentally shakes himself, his smile growing just a touch coy.

"As far as you're willing to take me."

The man raises an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth ticking up slightly. His long, spidery fingers drum against the wheel, drawing Phantom's eyes to the defined veins and tendons in the man's callused hands.

"That's a dangerous answer," the man finally points out, the shadow of a smirk still floating on his mouth. Phantom shrugs, noting the stranger's eyes roaming, assessing, interested, but not particularly lewd. Yet, at least. There's a moment of silence , then the man leans back in his seat.

"Well, come on then."

The come hither gesture that follows has Phantom's stomach flipping. There's something about this man, both nonchalant and observant, or the way he holds himself, with grace and something that toes the line between confidence and arrogance.

Hopping in on the passenger seat, Phantom finds a few CD's stewn about, energy bars wrappers and a discarted jacket. Once settled, car door slamming behind him, Phantom glances at the driver, who steers them back on the road.

"Next town is a few hours away still," the stranger says without looking at him, "I'll stop there, so I guess that's where I'll take you."

There's a sharp, biting touch of irony in his tone that makes Phantom's cheeks heat, in a good way. But the man is not looking at him, even though Phantom is, with enough insistance that he noticed the faint scar on his jaw, the edge of a tattoo peeking out of his short sleeve, or the smudges of oil on the man's trousers, and the lack of returned attention simply won't do.

"Sounds good to me," Phantom pipes up. "You got any water ? My bottle's been empty for hours."

"Behind your seat," is all he gets, at least until Phantom retrives the bottle. Just as he opens it, it's snatched from his hands.

Phantom watches, mouth even drier than before, as the man takes a long swing of it, head thrown back, a thin sheen of sweat glistening on his skin as his throat works, proeminent adam apple bobbing up and down.

All the while, the stranger's eyes are on him.

Then he offers Phantom the bottle, holding it up between them with a smirk and quirk of eyebrows that look like a challenge.

Trying not to overthink it - he's going to put his mouth where the man's pretty lips were though, isn't he ? - Phantom takes it, letting their fingers overlap for a brief moment, then chugs a good deal of it down- he really was thirsty.

"You got a name to go with that pretty face ?"

Phantom chokes and splutters at that, so hard the stranger has to slap him in the back. Great. Now there's water on his jeans and Phantom feels fucking ridiculous - at least until he hears the driver's soft chuckle, amused but not unkind. Wiping his mouth, he sighs.

"Phantom."

Instead of a comment about weird nicknames, he gets an extended hand.

"Dewdrop, Dew for short."

Oh. Interesting.

Phantom slips his hand in Dewdrop's steady one, delighted to feel the rough texture of the man's palm scratching his own. There's an upside down cross Phantom hadn't noticed tattooed on his middle finger, and a small heart on his pinky.

Dewdrop holds on for a just a bit too long, or maybe that's Phantom. Their eyes meet.

A rough bump in the road breaks the moment, and they're back to their initial position, Phantom stealing glances from the passenger seat, Dewdrop focused on the road.

The sun is setting, bright and blinding, bathing everything in golden light. After a bit of fiddling and a vigorous punch on it that he insisted was necessary, Dew managed to make the old radio work, some trendy pop song coming through amongst a lot of static.

Everything is hot and sticky, but the wind ruffling Phantom's curls is finally cooling, a welcome reprieve from the suffocating heat.

They don't talk much, but now and then one of them will break the silence, and the other will immediately focus on him. It's a game of patience and burning stares that Phantom finds himself thoroughly enjoying.

He's not sure he's winning, however. Because so much time to look means he noticed even more details that are driving him crazy.

Like the way Dew's shirt is thin enough to hint at what cannot be anything other than nipple piercings. Or the faint dusting of light stubble on his jaw, the tan line where his sleeves stop, the way he keeps hooking his thumb in his beltloop, his tongue darting out to wet chapped lips.

Dew is more subtle about the staring, but not enough for Phantom to believe him uninterested. The highlight of their long drive is probably the time Dew has to precipitately hit the brakes to avoid running a deer over ; his hand instinctively slams into Phantom's chest, like he doesn't trust the seatbelt to do its job, and once he stops cursing out the poor, startled animal scampering away, Dew let his hand linger.

"You good there ?"

Phantom's breath catches in his throat, whole body and mind zeroing in on the sensation of Dew's thumb running back and forth over his sternum.

"...yeah. Yeah, all good."

The slight smirk on Dew's face says he noticed Phantom's breathlessness, but he's kind enough not to mention it.

It's pitch black when they reach town. Dew parks in front of a small house, but instead of getting out of the pick up, he leans toward Phantom, so close their noses are almost brushing.

"You got somewhere to go ?"

His eyes are just as piercing in the dark as they were earlier in the day, his mouth so close-

"Phantom."

Dew grabs him by the jaw, firm, and gives Phantom a small shake.

"Do you have somewhere to go ?"

Dew's touch feels like sparks under his skin, Phantom cannot help leaning into it, eyes glued to those tentalizing lips.

"I'll figure something out, 's fine."

"You can crash at my place."

Phantom looks up, eyebrows raised.

"Generous."

The grin that splits Dew's face then, mischievious and hungry, makes Phantom want to roll over and let him carve his heart out.

"Hardly. I'm full of ulterior motives."

Phantom clicks the seatbelt off, leaning further toward Dew - who, the little shit he is, leans away while still tugging him by the jaw, until Phantom is streched above the center console, one hand next to Dew's thigh, the other on the window by his head.

"What kind of ulterior motives ?"

"Exactly the kind you hope."

And with that, Phantom is all but dragged out of the car by the scruff of his neck, Dew bullying him inside the house with all the urgency of a man who stewed in sexual tension for hours.

Phantom has a feeling he'll remember this night for a long time.

[meowwwmial]

i was at con this weekend and i saw a naoto cosplayer but it was a straight adult dude...

[princemick]

what's in the box challenge

[annachum]

Some artworks that give me Sigyn vibes

[sugarsnappeases]

thank you for the tag @fxreflyes this is so cute, except the format is trying to hinder my propensity to ramble, so i’ve rectified this in the tags lmao

i’m over 5'5 / i wear glasses or contacts / i have blonde hair / i often wear sweatshirts / i prefer loose clothing over tight clothes / i have one or two piercings / i have at least one tattoo / i have blue eyes / i have dyed or highlighted my hair / i have or have had braces / i have freckles / i paint my nails / i typically wear makeup / i don’t often smile / resting bitch face / i play sports / i play an instrument / i know more than one language / i can cook or bake / i like writing / i like to read / i can multitask / i’ve never dated anyone / i have a best friend i’ve known for over five years / i am an only child

no pressure tags for @static-radio-ao3 @inevitablestars @itsjaywalkers @carniferous @orbitfalls @transsexualpriest @futurequibblerjournalist <333

[halsinsnaturepocket]

Guess what nerds

I figured out how to get screenshots from my ps5 :3

Please enjoy my tav (Sylvia Timberwood) and her boyfriends

and as soon as the rest of the photos finish uploading there's going to be some photo dumps

[marina-zucker]

Does anyone else think those accounts that talk about colour analysis and “what season are you” is just another way to bring women down and insult their looks. Sometimes I think it’s neat comparing what colours look good on certain celebrities, but when I think about myself none of the seasons fit me and then I think it’s completely pointless and that it’s just another way to hyper analyze my appearance more than I already do

[tovalhallaandback]

fajfkdasjfljasldfja so I'm reading TLK transcripts/scripts and.... Bro whoever wrote the scripts literally had Brida say "You have Uhtred's eyes" to Stiorra in 5x03 when Ruby Hartley has brown eyes and Alex has blue ?! Like I know they made S3 Stiorra be blonde/blue eyes when she was a child. BUT ISNT SHE SUPPOSED TO BE LIKE HER MOTHER'S CLONE?! In the books at least?! And yes, she could have his "eye shape" but people usually mean that when they have the parent's eye color.

[citrus-soda]

this seal from the zoo is seeing things with its eyeballs.

[bonefall]

Hello. I’d like to play a game.

Before you are antagonistic cats from arc one, you’ll notice they’re dark brown tabbies, all but Darkstripe and Scrouge. The rest are Tigerstar, Brokenstar, Dustpelt, Mudclaw and just to lump him into the game, Hawkfrost.

Your goal is to tell us what changes to their fur color you’d make to break up the lineup of the same look. You may make them solid colors, bicolors or even just lighten them from dark brown to light, pale or plain brown tabbies, they just can’t remain both dark brown and a tabby. It’s entirely optional to make them make sense with their family tree or not. You are allowed one skip should you choose to use it.

Ok Jigpaw but after this you need to change the elder's bedding. No more building fancy mousetraps before dawn patrol.

Tigerstar needs to be a tiger. I wouldn't mind making him black-and-orange but I feel like he's the one that's too iconic to change

Hawkfrost also needs to be a tiger imo, I do like lynxpoint Hawkfrost whose points "rise" the more corruption he experiences from Tigerstar though, until he's a full clone. But easy fix; white tiger. White with black stripes.

The Erins keep trying to make tabby dustpelt happen. But it's not going to happen. Imo he is a dusty-brown cat with darker brown or even black points. This isn't even a change I'm just correct about this.

For Mudclaw I'm gonna be deadass, white and brown are actually MEGA appealing colors to me. One of my favorite colorschemes. Brown is underrated. Make him another brown points-cat but this time he's also piebald, so his brown spots look like mud puddles. His toes are all dark brown, almost black, like he splashed around as a kitten and it never washed out.

So Brokenstar is gonna get one of my FAVORITE color patterns on an animal, straightup just because gold and brown are underrated as color schemes

do I have a reason to turn Brokenstar into a golden cat with brown stripes and flecks with fiery orange unders? Yes. The reason is I do what I want

Anyway there's your free OCs, feel free to take whatever inspiration you choose. Now get to that bedding!

[macroglossus]

it's funny how little i feel like myself when my hair isn't bright ass red