#snowdrops my BELOVED

[guinevereslancelot]

snowdrop emoji when

[sh1-n0bu]

𝔫𝔬𝔟𝔲’𝔰 𝔨𝔦𝔫𝔨𝔱𝔬𝔟𝔢𝔯 𝔬𝔣 2023!

day 18: vanilla with gepard landau from hsr

warnings: very very very soft and gentle, riding, p in a hole, praise, lots of praise and handholding, coming inside

notes: berserk’s casca and guts lovemaking scene</3😔

being the ever so reliable captain of the silvermane guards is extremely time consuming and exhausting. he wishes to spend more time with you, his beloved and his spouse but he rarely can with his work schedule. so each and every day offs or festival day offs, gepard spends his time trying to make it up to you for always being away on work.

the cons of being married to a man who’s always needed by his country. but you understand and gepard could have never been happier in his life. and you understand everything he does too. he always thanks every aeons there are out there whenever he catches a glimpse of the wedding band sitting snuggly around his ring finger.

but nothing would ever hold a candle to the sight of you in his lap, both smiling and giggling as you talk of everything. anything that comes into your minds. movies, books, new food recipes — everything and anything.

bare with no fabrics to keep you away from each other. face to face and heart to heart. gepard always makes sure to support your weight and try to lessen your load with his strong arms wrapped snuggly around your waist. leaves gentle kisses on every part of your skin he could reach.

it’s gentle. the way you would lift your hips up slightly before grinding down back on him again. hips meeting his in a gentle rhythm as your warm walls clamp down on his hard cock.

it’s loving. in the ways that gepard would let out soft groans and breathy whimpers of your name. in the ways that his hand, shaking and trembling from the sheer amount of adoration he holds for you, as his reach out. hands that are marred with scars and calloused skin would hold each others. two similar wedding bands in the ring fingers of the hands.

it’s affectionate. in the ways gepard bucks his hips up to meet yours halfway. strong muscular arms supporting your weight as he helps you roll your hips down onto his.

it’s revering. in the ways that gepard would trail butterfly kisses from your collarbone, up your neck and to your chin. once at your face, he would litter your face in kisses all over before finally coming in contact with your own.

his touch is always tender with you, afraid that he might hurt you or cause you to feel unloved. you never do. not when gepard is there to kiss the flush of your cheeks, moaning praises about how good you feel. how beautiful you are. how he is such a lucky man to ever have a spouse like you. how he would do anything you ask of him and all you would need to do being a simple gaze or a smile.

landaus keep their word and would never falter. and gepard would be damned if he doesn’t protect your smile. your laugh. your little snores when you cuddle together. your little tears when you cut an onion. your frustration when you see your favorite character of a book be killed off.

gepard landau is a man of his word. a landau never backs down on their words and gepard would never back down on showing his devotion to you.

you, his eternity. you, his sunshine that wakes him up in the morning with your sleepy voice and bed head. you, his cloudy day when things become a little bit too much on work. you, his midnight snowdrops when the festive times of christmas rolls around.

you, his spouse. you, his heart.

with a one harsh thrust inside you that caused you to let out a sharp moan of his name, the captain lets out his own loud whines as he comes deep inside you. catching your breaths together in the warm embrace of each other’s sweat clung skin, the blonde couldn’t help but let out a small chuckle when he realizes the date. placing an almost shy peck on your cheek, his blue eyes crinkle upwards as his pink lips spread in a wide smile that’s so damn infectious.

“merry christmas, my love.”

[samuraiko]

He's Still Gone, I'm Still Here

So a Twitter friend of mine asked for a vignette of Keyleth dealing with the PTSD of her time in Vox Machina, and my mind kept going back to something that Matt had said and that Marisha had loved. And from that came this.

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Twelve hours later…

She lies in her bed, the massive furred form of Trinket curled up around her, protecting her as though she were one of his cubs. She can still hear the songs of the people of Vasselheim outside her window, singing of victory and gratitude. But she still feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Two weeks later…

She lies in her bed, too exhausted to wash away the dust and blood from her foray into Pandemonium. She can still the voice of an elven woman in the back of her mind, talking of loss and comfort and pain. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Eight months later…

She lies in her bed, her eyes fixed upon the massive cherry blossom tree that stands in the distance. She remembers the slight weight of a raven on her shoulder, its cool feathers beneath her fingers, its beak against her cheek. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Six months later…

She lies in her bed, the covers pulled tightly over her head, though she can still smell the warm, salt-kissed sea breeze of Shamal Bay outside, still hear the soft susurring of the waves against the shore. She can still hear that voice, that beloved, beautiful voice, so warm against her ear as her own words failed her. So many things she wanted to say, and so few moments to say them. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Days and months and years later…

She lies in her bed, guilt tearing her in two, the warring emotions of joy and love and grief and anger and regret and frustration burning the tears from her eyes. She can still hear her mother's voice, not just a memory anymore but real, but deep, deep down, she wishes it had been someone else coming through that tree, running to her, arms outstretched, pulling her close. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Another year later…

She lies in her bed, eyes and nose red from crying, the taste of too much ale in her mouth from celebrating the completion of the Crisis Orbs and the Widow's Garden and the Snowdrop Memorial Trail. She can still hear Percy and Vex's speeches, and then afterward, in private, their shared grief and mourning. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

And another year later…

She lies in her bed, wounded and exhausted beyond all imagining after the attack, the smell of blood and death and rage still simmering in the air like heat above the desert. She can still hear the cries and wails and chants and prayers from outside as soul after Ashari soul are sung to the afterlife, but she also can still hear, whether real or just her imagination, the sound of feathered wings rushing just behind her, out of sight. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

Six years later…

She lies in her bed, battered, poisoned, clinging to life, though whether out of a desire to live or a refusal to die or sheer spite against Ludinus Da'leth and Otohan Thull and Liliana Temult, she cannot say. She can hear the anxious whispers of her retainers, of the herbalists, of the Master of Defense marshalling the Tempest Blades, but even louder in her ears, drowning out all else, she hears an agonized scream that echoes unrelentingly in her memory. And still she feels the cold, still feels the emptiness.

He's still gone. I'm still here.

A few months later…

She lies in her bed, the massive furred form of Trinket curled up around her, protecting her as though she were one of his cubs. She can still hear the songs of the people of Vasselheim outside her window, singing of hope and of faith. But now she feels the cold turn to fire, feels the emptiness filled by a singular, all-consuming, all-encompassing purpose, and a familiar rage that burns hotter than the sun.

He's... he's... I'm still here. I'm still here. I'm still here I'm still here I'mstillhereI'mstillhereI'mstillhere...

[neverniko101]

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[silentshadows2002]

Hello all my little Shadows!

So for this week's artwork i decided to do a little bit of fan art, specifically of Princess Luna in her old original form, and Snowdrop from the Snowdrop animation on YouTube, a beloved fan character being a blind filly pegasus who made the first snowflake, and i know it's fan-made, but a part of me just considers it cannon because Snowdrop is precious and deserves all the love in the world.

[vibinsane]

actually this is how it'll be

@dawnbreakersgaze would be my snowflower

@rose-tinted-kalopsia would be my snowdrop

they are beloved wifeys and absolute angels

therefore... they are my snow angels.

[prismatica-the-strange]

I'll Forgive Your Sins | So C'mon, Show Me Home and I Will Go

Warnings: 18+, smut, p in v

Word Count: 1k

You Taste Like Wine by The Collection | Picrew Link

"Aleksandar," Krynn murmurs when the mattress shifts beneath him, "Sasha... come back to bed."

Her fingertips graze his back as she reaches out for him, "'Sander please."

He chuckles at the way she grabs for him, pulling herself up by gripping his shoulders and using him for support.

"'S too early, love," She pouts against the side of his face, her arms wrapped around his neck, "I'm not ready to give you up."

"My love," He sighs, holdling her wrists, "I have a meeting with the king."

"I don't care."

"Alright," he adjusts when she holds tighter, and nuzzles her face closer. He loosens her grip and turns to face her, pulling her into his arms, "What will it take for you to release me, Snowdrop?"

She whines and presses her lips to his jaw, kissing his scruff lazily.

"Kiss me," She murmurs, "Sate me with your lips. And then, and only then, can you go about your day, dear husband."

He grins at her sleepy theatrics. He's admittedly amused by them, and he hadn't wanted to leave the comforting embrace of her arms.

"If that is the price I must pay, then so be it."

He cups her jaw with one hand and kisses her softly for a moment before pressing harder against her, biting lightly at her bottom lip.

"Aleksander," She whimpers, her wandering hands lighting his skin ablaze.

"I'm right here."

He nips at her jaw, still in awe he'd found her, that he gets to spend the rest of forever with her.

Her nails dig into the back of his neck and shoulder as she arches her chest into him.

She moves her head to nudge his noise with hers and kiss him.

"Sweet one," He sighs blissfully between embraces, "Darling... my dear, beautiful wife."

They spend the next fifteen minutes with their limbs twisted together, sleepily kissing each other. And even then she whines when he goes to move.

"I'm sure the king will understand," She slurs against his lips, "We're married now, so you're mine before anyone else's. And I would gladly inform his majesty of that fact."

"That would be a sight," He grins.

"Yes. I'm sorry Moi Tsar, but the Darkling is my love toy first, your intimidating general second," She dramatizes, kissing the apples of his cheeks.

"Love toy?" He asks.

She hums, pulling him closer.

"As much as I would love to see that," He murmurs against her temple, "I have to go, darling girl."

She pouts up at him and holds his face.

"Please don't look so devastated, love."

"Can't help it," Her thumb strokes his stubble, "Some entitled monarch is trying to steal my Shadow Summoner."

He chuckles as he leans in to kiss her again, "I won't be long."

She groans and lets him pull away.

She watches him get dressed, falling back against the pillows.

He looks over to say something and the words catch in his throat when she pulls off her nightdress, "What are you doing?"

"You don't expect me to be waiting with clothes on, do you?" She teases, "What kind of motivation is that?"

"... Motivation?" He asks, shoulders squaring as he stalks back over to the bed, his eyes raking over her body like a predator.

She smirks, rising to her knees to wrap her arms around his neck, and presses her chest to his, "To hurry back."

"My little temptress," He growls against her lips, his hands gripping her thighs, "The things I am going to do to you."

"Be quick," She sighs, melting into his touch as he gropes the fat of her thighs and ass, "Or else I might be done by the time you get back."

Her eyes go wide when he suddenly takes her face in his hands and kisses her hard pushing her back on the bed and letting his weight pin her against the silk sheets.

"Virre'tcha?"

He pulls back to tear off his kefta and start undoing his belt, "What kind of husband would I be to leave my beloved to satiate her own lust?"

His hard cock springs free when he pushes down his pants and he pulls her close, her legs on either side of his hips.

"Is this what you wanted, my love?" He asks, his fingers rubbing slow circles on her clit, "Wanted the pleasure of my hands on your body? The pleasure of being split open on my cock?"

"Fuck," She groans, "Please, Aleksander. Don't tease."

He chuckles when she grabs at him, slowly pushing inside her as she tugs him down into her arms.

"Aleksander," She whimpers at the feel of him filling her.

"My love," He leans down, sloppily kissing her throat as he fucks her, "My light... my everything."

"Fuck, don't stop," She moans, threading her fingers in his hair, her hips rolling to meet his, "Rosh! Slower... slower... Don't rush."

The quick snap of his hips slows to long, languid thrusts that make her toe curl.

He hooks his arms around her waist and lifts her just enough to settle her in the middle of their large bed.

His head falls against her chest, eyes squeezing shut, "Fryce..."

He angles his hips to drag himself against her g-spot with every thrust, making her choke out a cry.

Her orgasm spreads through her like a slow wave, a heady warmth washing over her, burning in every limb.

"Sasha," She gasps, her eyes rolling back and falling shut.

Her name rumbles in his chest as he lets go deep inside her, "Snowdrop... my love..."

He collapses on top of her, breathing heavily.

"Darling," Krynn murmurs. He slumps against her, humming happily when her fingertips toy with his hair.

Moments pass and she addresses him again, this time get a more prominent sound of recognition.

"My love... the king is waiting."

He lets out something of a cross between a laugh and a groan at the reminder, his arms tightening around her.

"You're infuriating," He teases, "The king can wait. My wife's pleasure come first."

[boohoolou]

Lous' Lavish List: All The K-Dramas I have Watched In Order Of Sadness (Update #3)

Mr. Sunshine: Would Not Wish The Pain I Felt Watching This On Anyone But Would Absolutely Watch Again/10

Chicago Typewriter: Cry Myself To Sleep Thinking About It/10

Goblin: She's The Queen Of The K-Dramas (Traumas) For A Reason

Third Charm: Developed Trust Issues Because Of This/10

Uncontrollably Fond: Why Bother Loving, Living and Laughing If All I Feel Is Pain/10

Navillera: I Was Foolish To This It Would Be A Cute Ballet Drama/10

Hymn Of Death: Based On A True Story? More Like Rip My Heart Out And Stamp On It/10

Squid Game: The Unjustice Games Because They Deserved BETTER/10

D.P: Jung Hae-In Breaking Down Feels Like Rain Of Daggers/10

Snowdrop: Made Me Believe In Love Again And Then Killed My Heart/10

Twenty-Five, Twenty One: I Was There For The Vibes, Left With A Hollow Heart/10

It's Okay Not To Be Okay: Absolutely Extraordinary Characters/10

Tomorrow: Tasteful Heart Wrench/10

Extracurricular: Takes The Throne Of They Deserved Better Trope/10

The Sound Of Magic: Justice For My Babies/10

All Of Us Are Dead: I Want To Be Dead After Watching This/10

Sweet Home: I would Sacrifice Myself For Most Characters (Human Or Not)/10

Hometown Cha-Cha-Cha: Beautiful And Intense At Times/10

Crash Landing On You: Why Do Borders Exist/10

Hellbound: Confusion Overload But Heartbreaking Nonetheless/10

My Name: The Perfect Man, Indeed, Does Not Exist (Anymore)/10

Youth Of May: Kind Of Expected More Damage/10

Itaewon Class: Screaming My Lungs Out With Saeroyi/10

Are You Human?: Never Imagined Falling In Love With A Robot/10

Reply 1988: Nostalgia For A Place & A Time I Was Never Part Of/10

Descendants Of The Sun: Not As Sad As I Expected/10

Memories Of The Alhambra: Set In My Home Countries WooHoo/10

Hospital Playlist: Not Quite Grey's Anatomy, More Wholesome, But A Tearjerker Sometimes/10

Hwarang: The Poet Warrior Youth: Funny Until It's Not (Painful)/10

My First First Love: Second Lead Syndrome Going Strong/10

Hotel Del Luna: Expecting The Ending Doesn't Help With The Grief/10

Hello My Twenties/Age Of Youth: Wholesome Friendship=Drama Of A Lifetime/10

Nevertheless: More Frisky Than Sad/10

Love Alarm: We Don't Talk About Season/10

Abyss: Cute, Intense, Unsad/10

Cheese In The Trap: Funny, But Second Lead Syndrome Hits Hard/10

Strong Girl Bong Soon: The Perfect Drama/10

Bad And Crazy: Insane Hottness And The Perfect BRomance

Our Beloved Summer: The Ultimate Vibes/10

Suits: Unserious, Quite Boring, Ninette Is The Star/10

One Spring Night: There For The Single Dad/10

Chocolate: Only Watched For The Cooking/10

[impossiblescissorspeachpaper]

in the dark of the longest night

elriel month prompt three: happy solstice

A special thank you to @duskcowboy for this collaboration! She approached me with her absolutely stunning idea for art and asked me if I'd be interested in telling the story behind her commission, promptly knocking me out of my writing slump. It was a pleasure working on this with you & PLEASE check out the stunning artwork that goes along with this fic here.

It was well past midnight as Elain knelt on the cool stone tiles of the small patio just outside her bedroom, the square paved alcove smattered with a collection of decorative pots that she attentively cared for. Her fingers had grown frigid and cold from the frost, but she continued her work, brushing the freshly fallen snow from the leaves of her beloved plants.

Elain had always been able to adapt to most conditions and environments with ease. Her ability to read a room and conduct herself with a graceful poise not many possessed was a strength of its own. She was able to flourish both in the spotlight and on the sidelines and was content to do both. However, every year since her arrival to Velaris, she found herself quietly savouring the dark tranquillity that was so unique to the night of Winter Solstice.

As a human, she’d always missed the flowers whenever the winters would roll around, the lands left grey and covered in sleet for months below the wall. But here, in Prythian, she’d been introduced to varieties of flowers that would thrive and bloom even in the dead of winter. Not many, and not in any massive palette of colour, but the few she was able to collect were still better than the arid dirt flowerbeds that she’d been forced to tolerate in her former life.

Snowdrops, Alpine Roses, Winter Aconites, Glory of the Snow; she had gathered their various bulbs and planted them all. Some were currently mere green seedlings, the frosts of Solstice a tad too harsh for their needs. Others had already sprouted, boasting their starry blue, pink and white petals, the bright blooms peeking through the ice. 

Elain had enjoyed tending to her small garden in the winter, taking to simply wrapping herself in her fur-lined blue cape and heading out to her courtyard to check on the plants’ progress. The garden exuded a different type of silence and serenity in the winter. It wasn’t riotous and alive like it was in the summer, nor in the metamorphosis of its rebirth like the spring, but rather a steady and muted calm which helped her slow her racing mind.

So, when sleep would elude her like it often did these days, she’d find herself out on her small patio in the moonlight, hands caked with frosty earth to pass the darkest lonely hours. 

Still dressed in the fine amethyst gown she’d worn for the Solstice party, Elain was crouched beside a large pot of her favourite winter blooms, her Black Tulips. She smiled at the striking obsidian flowers, the deep, opulent colour of the petals so at odds with the freshly fallen white snow that delicately clung to its folds. The merchant in the Palace who had sold her the bulbs had told her they were also known colloquially in Velaris as Queen of the Night. The thought made her smile.

As she continued her work in the tranquillity of the quiet night, the crunch of snow under a heavy boot made her freeze momentarily, before a soft smile tugged at the corner of her lips. She knew he was more than adept at masking his presence, ensuring he could gather that all important sensitive information without the possibility of being found. No, he could move through this world without producing a single sound. That misstep was solely for her benefit, an indication for her ears alone, to enlighten her to his presence in the dead of the longest night.

From her position on the patio, she glanced towards the vast gardens of the river house beyond her stone balustrade and spotted the handsome Shadowsinger striding toward her private courtyard. He was still clad in his Solstice finery too, the tailored black jacket hugging his warrior’s physique splendidly, the lapels falling open to reveal a fine black shirt beneath that did little to conceal the swells of his muscled chest. He wore an easy smile, his siphons gleaming atop his scarred hands in the night as his shadows trailed behind him like wisps of dark mist.

Arriving at the edge of her small terrace, he halted. His wings remained tucked in tight behind his back but the image he created, as if he had been born from the night—materialised from the very corners of darkness— was not lost on Elain as she stared up at him from her crouched position. 

“Everyone turned in rather early this year,” he offered as an explanation for his appearance.

It had indeed been a shorter affair than years past. They had still made it past midnight as they usually would, but she too had noticed Cassian and Nesta slink off shortly after Feyre’s birthday cake had been served. Feyre and Rhys had followed not far behind as Nyx had finally fallen asleep in a sugar induced coma on his father’s shoulder, his plump lips open and frosting smeared across his rosy cheeks. Mor had been eager to open another bottle of wine and lingered for a while longer, but soon everyone else had dispersed to their various accommodations.

Feyre and Nesta had never been ones to relish in a party, and Feyre still shied away from celebrating her birthday. She also supposed those who were happily mated couldn’t wait to be alone once more. 

A small pang of jealousy needled its way into her heart to nestle beside the happiness she felt for both her sisters at the thought. It wasn’t their fault, but she did envy them for being able to openly be with the one they truly loved… That in their cases, the Cauldron, or the Mother— or whatever deity that deemed itself important enough to pull the strings of fate— had indeed chosen correctly.

Standing from her crouch she dusted her hands off on her cape and tucked her cold hands inside its warm pockets.

“I suppose they were just eager to be alone once more,” she offered slyly, hinting at some of the couples’ very public displays of affection. 

It wasn’t unusual for Feyre and Nesta to be affectionate towards their mates, but for some reason, she found it particularly hard to witness around the Solstice holiday. Elain pushed thoughts of longing aside. She was getting good at doing so.

Azriel huffed a laugh in response. “Mated couples can be quite insufferable.”

Indeed. But she just smiled knowingly in response, the secret glances they had traded and eyerolls they had stifled throughout the Solstice festivities earlier in the evening sparking a warm glow in her chest. It was nice to know he understood her.

Azriel came another step closer, and it was then that she noticed he had been carrying something in his hands, her gaze catching on what he held between his fingers.

“In all the haste, I didn’t get the chance to show you these.”

He held out his hand, offering Elain what she could only describe as a bunch of thin, rolled up paper straws, about eight inches long.

She glanced from the paper sticks in his hands and back to his face, trying to mask the utter confusion she felt at his perplexing offering, not wanting to offend him or seem ungrateful for the strange gift.

Slowly reaching out her hand to take one, she asked tentatively, “Sorry, but— what are they?”

Azriel smiled, a dimple appearing in his smooth cheek as his head tilted to the side, his dark hair falling into hazel eyes. Beautiful. He was so beautiful. Elain never tired of it.

“They’re called fire flowers. They’re an old tradition from the Winter Court and customary at times of celebration. I thought you’d appreciate them.”

Elain’s confusion only grew. Fire flowers? She had never heard of such a thing.

“Do I…plant them?”

Azriel chuckled this time, his hazel eyes gleaming in the surrounding darkness.

“Let me show you,” he responded simply. 

Separating one of the paper straws from the bundle and handing Elain the rest, he removed a flint from his pocket, lighting the end of the stick and then holding it out before him.

At first nothing happened, or so she thought, until she noticed a small round red bud at the tip Azriel had lit. The small droplet glowed in the darkness where Azriel held the fire flower between them. Before she had much time to ponder on it however, a spark shot out from the lit tip like a small slash of lightening in the night sky, startling Elain and causing her to jump a surprised step back. The spark was followed by another and another and another; streaks of light flying in all directions with the radiant bud glowing at its centre.

Elain’s mouth popped open into a delicate O at the glittering display. The sparks looked like petals.

The fire petals danced and fizzed as the stick held between Azriel’s fingers withered until they finally slowed down in momentum and waned, the dark night enveloping them once more in its embrace.

Elain stared at the place where the fire flower had glowed, so bright and majestic for all of a few brief moments before it had been swallowed into the veil of darkness once more. It had been there one second, and the next…gone.

An unexpected, nostalgic feeling of melancholy threatened to engulf her. How could something so bright, so joyful, only be granted such a fleeting moment in time to shine?

The thoughts came crashing down upon her suddenly, but she allowed them to take their course. They seemed poignant in this moment. 

It elicited thoughts of her human life, so brief and fleeting. And although her new life in this fae body was something she had well-adjusted to since, she still found herself wondering sometimes, what if?

Overcome with emotion, her bright eyes lined with unshed tears, she looked up at Azriel. “May I try one?”

He smiled, his handsome face a display of heart-shattering beauty. “Do you really like them?” he asked somewhat trepidatiously. 

She’d never known the spymaster to be unsure of himself. She smiled again, broadly this time. She needed him to know how meaningful his gift was, regardless of the size of its gesture. He had clearly thought she would enjoy them, and he was right.

“I love them. Azriel, thank you.”

His shoulders sagged slightly, as if he had been holding his breath for her reaction, but he didn’t say another word as he edged closer to her, striking the flint once more, the small sparks enough to light the end of the fire flower.

This time Elain watched with wide eyes as the glowing bud slowly formed, growing on the end of her straw before the sparkling petals started dancing and crackling quietly in the night, before its bright light once again waned and ultimately winked out. 

Life, death, rebirth.

Elain shivered at the thought and Azriel, mistaking her reaction as a result of the cold air, sidled up to her and wrapped a mighty wing around. His proximity warmed her almost immediately as he sheltered her from the icy wind. She tilted her head up and gave him a soft smile of thanks, her thick unbound curls cascading down her back with the movement. Hazel eyes met her own as a flash of heat passed between them, but he just offered her his own dimple-popping smile in return.

Azriel lit sparkler after sparkler for them as they spent the remainder of the long night outside. Snow had begun to softly fall around them, but they barely noticed it quietly blanketing the world around them. Elain and Azriel simply relished in each other’s presence amongst the flowers and nightfall, conversation flowing freely once more between the Shadowsinger and the Seer.

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@elriel-month

[ask-emile-sdv]

Another Autumn (Emile x G/N Farmer Drabble)

Word Count; 1112

Genre; fluff

A/N; artem here! I thought it would be a good way to dispense lore so I made this little drabble <3

Autumn.

A beloved month for many. The smell of cinnamon, the sight of crimson, and the sound of laughter. The crisp air felt sharp in Emile’s lungs, as he swept a bead of sweat from his furrowed brow. He shivered slightly from the cold, despite the warm sunlight beaming down on him.

He wasn’t one for autumn, actually. The flowers were nice, sure, but the season itself was just another bitter reminder of being alone. Every time someone found out about his distaste of it, they would always gasp and go “Why? I mean, it’s autumn! Don’t you like the Spirit’s Eve festival? Dressing up with friends?”

As he dug his hoe into the fertile earth below, he let out a belligerent chuckle. Dressing up with friends? Spirit’s Eve? What a joke. The only memories of that damned holiday was the chiding remarks from his parents to his cousins and siblings, about taking him with them as he would stand in his ill-fitting hand-me-down superhero costume. A tacky thing it was, he wanted to be a vampire but his parents insisted on wearing the old costume.

The air would be thick with an awkward feeling as he trailed behind them, always the last to get candy, always the first one to get lost in the maze, always the one not knowing where to look in photos.

Always the one forgotten.

Then the new school year would continue, walking with his head cast down at the cracks in the sidewalks, uncomfortably walking in his new school shoes which were always a little too big. “You’ll grow into it,” his mother always told him. He would fiddle with the straps of his backpack as he waited for roll call, sitting in the cold plastic chair full of static in the cold autumn air.

“Hoa- Wa…” The teacher would squint and adjust their outdated glasses “Hon…”

“Hoàng.” He would say, quietly. “I go by Emile.”

He would feel everyone’s eyes on him, gazing into the top of his head, before completely overlooking him for the rest of the school year. That’s how it went every year, every autumn.

He was knocked out of his reminiscing as he heard someone open the gate, the squeaking of the hinges cutting through the garden. Looking up, his eyes met the farmer’s. Sighing, he squinted at them in feigned annoyance.

“I’m busy, what do you want? Look, if you’re asking where my trashcan is-”

“Emile! Hey! You mind taking this off my hands?” The farmer shoved a bag of quality fertilizer into his gloved hands.

He paused, confused. “... Fertilizer?”

They flashed him a grin, oh yoba, that grin. He felt his heart flutter, his face like a peony. They scratched the back of their head sheepishly.

“Yeah, accidentally bought too much off of Pierre, aha. So I thought hey! Why not hand this off to Emile!”

He felt his pulse through his fingertips as he held the bag, racing. “... You thought of me?”

They let out a light hearted chuckle, “Well, yeah! Of course, why wouldn’t I? After all, we’re both planting our new crops… Do flowers count as crops?”

“Of course they are, they’re floriculture.” He scoffed, “You should know this, farmer.”

“Right, right…” The farmer glanced at the turned dirt below, “What are you planting?”

Emile’s tea colored eyes lit up, as they always did when flowers became the topic. “Fairy roses, sunflowers, mums- the usual fall flowers. I’m moving them from the greenhouse.” He looked at the sack of bulbs by his feet, “Also preparing for winter flowers, such as snowdrops.”

“There’s winter flowers?” The farmer asked, kneeling down to take a look in the bag.

“Of course! There’s poinsettias, camellias, winter pansies, etc..” He excitedly listed off, “Oh! There’s also Christmas roses- those are nice. They have this lovely white color, but as the blooms age they can darken into pink or even green! You can deadhead those, so they can grow more white blossoms. They mean ‘Relieve my anxiety’ along with innocence and hope, so they make a great present for the Feast of the Winter Star and-” He quickly shut himself up. Shit… I said too much, Yoba, I must sound so annoying…

“Why’d you stop?” The farmer questioned. He looked up, and to his surprise they were staring intently at him, leaning closer for more. So close, in fact he could count every lash that surrounded their mesmerizing irises. He swallowed nervously.

“W… What do you mean ‘Why’d you stop’?”

“You kinda just- cut yourself off there.”

“Well,” He cleared his throat, “I’m sure someone like yourself wouldn’t be interested in this, after all you specialize in produce so…”

“But it’s interesting.”

His eyes widened, “You… You think what I’m saying is interesting?”

“Yeah, why do you sound surprised? It’s cool!”

He felt a strange feeling, one he’d never felt before. He felt… Heard. Seen. The farmer was looking at him so expectantly, with so much care. Care for the impromptu lesson, no, care for him.

The wind blew around them, carrying along leaves of scarlet and orange. But despite the cold breeze, he felt warm- almost too warm. “Well… I-I suppose if you came all this way, I might as well grace you with my knowledge!” His cheeks heated up, painting them rosy and bashful, “D-don’t think I’m doing this for you though. I just… I've just been working hard all day and I need a break. that’s all!”

The farmer tapped their chin, “A break, huh?” They hummed in thought, “Hey, why not tell me more about this over at the saloon then?”

“Oh, at the Stardrop?”

“Yeah, over some wine?”

“Well.... That sounds nice…. B-but you’re paying!”

The farmer laughs, putting their hands up in mock defense. “Yeah, yeah. I suppose I have to pay tuition for your classes somehow, right?”

Emile huffs, turning to the side. “That’s right, farmer-” He’s cut off as they take his hand and lead him out the garden, “Woah! Hey!-”

They looked at him with bright eyes as they dragged him to the saloon, “Cmon, let’s go!”

Emile cracked a small smile, shaking his head as he let them lead him to the townsquare. The crunching of the garnet leaves under their feet could be heard, the smell of cinnamon emanating from the saloon as Gus prepares his fall menu, and the sound of the farmer’s laughter echoing in his ears and ribcage. A sound so lovely to him, that he could just listen to it on repeat over and over again as if it was a love song.

Maybe he’ll give autumn a chance this round… Because this time he isn’t alone.

[federthenotsogreat]

I'm currently working on a little story for my lessor known, yet still beloved OCs!

Their names are Heather, Snowdrop, Tulip (may change), Aster and Domino and all of them are very silly!

[ladyviolethummingbird]

The Gloaming

An Outlander/Jane Eyre crossover

Catch up on chapters 1-6 here

Chapter 7: Snowdrops

By early May, spring had finally come to Shetland; everything looking brighter and fresher with the return of its warming light. As the days lengthened, hopeful buds began to burst forth from the ground and previously near-silent birds began their song, skylarks and black guillemots heard across the hills and towards the coast. As a lover of the outdoors, Jamie took full advantage of the improved conditions; taking long rides each afternoon through the woods and countryside. Invariably his thoughts would drift to Lady Randall, either replaying parts of their previous conversations, or thinking with an enlivened anticipation of when they’d next spend time together.

Like the flowers, their friendship had continued to blossom, even more so since Lady Randall had confided in Jamie about her doctoring; finally admitting it was she who rescued him in the forest. It provided a sense of contentment to know that his erstwhile saviour was now his friend and her opening up about her life encouraged him to reciprocate. Jamie had previously told her of his work as a farrier but with their growing closeness felt comfortable enough one evening to speak of the hardships he’d endured from childhood, beginning with the death of his beloved parents. Lady Randall listened intently and without interruption, eye glassy when he finished.

“I’m so sorry for your loss Mr Fraser. I lost my parents at a young age too; the pain of their absence never really leaves you, does it?”

Jamie nodded, understanding perfectly. Heartache and suffering were universal currencies, even if his and Lady Randall’s circumstances had been somewhat different.

“Whom did you live with after they’d passed?” she asked, gently.

Continue reading…

[mydahliarose]

Holiday sickness 🪽🃏

Pairings: niiri x Michael/miiri oc x canon

Tags: fluff, passionate kissing, no smut, exorcists first appearance (my ocs).

Fandoms: what in hell is bad?

Synopsis: Michael gets sick thus niiri must tend to him with the help of her friends, however little does she know his sickness was all part of his plan to have all her attention especially with a mistletoe she cant escape.

It was a quite day in town where the exorcists church resided on, snowdrops resting upon there rooftops as icicles formed outside there courtyard. While cold wind blew across there home, the inside of there cathedral however, echoed of the radio playing old holiday cheers of vintage times. Christmas was right around the corner so naturally it was time to set up all decorations within there perimeter. Sounds of ornaments jingled around when placed upon the Christmas tree, niiri tiptoed on the ladder everytime she placed one higher. They where your typical holiday decors, from red and gold to white and red stripped candy cane. Of course cant forget the angels and snowflakes to make it all more unique, once the Doll demon had nearly finished dolling up the tree with her joyful creativity, all was left was to place he star up the tree. Carefully returning up towards the tree about to place it just about right, it was a simple and quick task that should be done and over with. that all went straight to the gutter when out of the blue, Thiago the maestro himself ran towards the hallway sounding frantic for help that niiri got the jumpscare of a lifetime, falling of the ladder landing straight into he arms of he exorcist. Before Thiago could even apologize then explain himself niiri shouted.

'' you nearly broke me like a hard boiled egg Thiago! Your arms where the only redeeming factor of this incident!. Why have you come to ruin the Christmas spirit with your musical theatrics!?''. she crossed her arms, while looking at him in an annoyed manner. niiri wouldn't kill him, no infact she values his friendship a lot to not throw him out like that. Thiago along with Merewyn and their priest were the only ones that knew of their little sinful secret due to the trust they each had for each other. To put it short and simple they were open minded of their situation so much so they'd protect them if their forbidden love was ever discovered from demons or closed minded individuals. '' Ay niiri! I didn't mean to scare you but this is urgent! Its Michael he's...'' gets down on his knees, with this action the whole church felt transformed into a stage with nothing but ellipsoidal lights beaming towards them, a dramatic scene of a play about to commence almost. '' he's...HES SICK! HE SAID HES BEEN FEELING HOT AND WOOZY ALL MORNING HASNT LEFT THE BED AT ALL!.'' upon hearing this on the one hand...how can an angel fall sick like a regular human being? Perhaps if he was like Tinkerbell who grows sick without attention then ok she believes it. on the other hand however there is no time for her to think rationally, her beloved dove needed her aide thats what is important right now !.

Niiri shoves Thiago away, freeing herself from his arms running in the speed of light towards their room. '' do me a favor and put that star on top of the tree! If i don't see it when I get back I'll break your instruments!.'' a scream of begging for mercy cried through Thiago's mouth while holding onto his beloved guitar. she slams the door open to find Michael unsurprisingly with an arm covering his head while breathing weakly through his mouth, overall bieng dramatic to seek the attention of his lover to tend to him. Niiri leans across the doorway crossing her arms with a smirk forming her lips. '' aww my angel~ is this because I told you I'd be to busy today tending to the cathedrals decoration?''

He very weakly lifts up his arm to take a good look at her, his eyes screamed for her attention so he upped it up by curling himself to the side, summoning his wings to shelter himself. Of course it worked, and he loved it when it did the moment her giggles creeped closer to his side. '' I'll take that as a yes~ now show me that beautiful face of yours~.'' his wings flapped a bit, the feeling of pure love overtaking his feathers. If he was red from sickness then he was ever more so now than ever. When he unveiled himself, is eyes were sultry, yet tiresome. Face while red, he was paler than usual, how on earth did he get this sick? It couldn't have been from the winter solstice now can it? '' my sweet doll...'' he cups her face giving her a weak smile. '' now that you're here with me I feel as though my fever might finally vanish...'' checking his temperature with her hands he certainly did feel warmer than usual. '' I am your guardian angel after all~.'' with a kiss placed on his forehead, her lips felt hot. '' was it just this morning you began to feel this way? Cmon Mikey you can tell me if you felt offended that I would be taking my time to help decorate the place! I would hate to see your frown be upside down...''. she made the same desperate face he usually does in moments like this.

Michael sighed. not out of irritation but annoyance because yes indeed, how dare she neglect him for other duty's!? Even hough there together almost twenty four seven, if niiri ever left for a moment he became ungodly irritated because the joy of his life dared do other things!. He cant deny that her helping the church, for a demon like herself was a wholesome sight to behold, and a life changing event for him. '' of course it is doll, otherwise I wouldn't be drowning in my own feverish sweat now would i ?.'' he wasn't kidding, his pure white pajamas was soaked in his own dampness. Even his luchious hair was drenched, his own halo was flickering on and off, struggling to stay on that sometimes it would fade way then come back. '' oh boy...yeah you certainly need a bath soon, your giving me dog sitting in the rain vibes and I don't like it...''. Michael chuckled at her mental image of him. '' whats next, your gonna tell me that your playing in the arms of your angel in your head now whenever I look like this?.'' now both party's begin laughing. '' you caught me Angelica!.'' Michael embraces her in his sickly moisture.'' its not so hard to read you sometimes.''

Nuzzling close to each other in bed, niiri realized nows not the time, she needed to nurture him asap!. Before he could even move up the sound of a bowl bieng placed was heard, she turned. It was Thiago helping out niiri so she wouldn't overwork herself. '' sorry to disturb you two, I only came here to drop this of-.'' '' OUT WITH YOU NOW!.'' michaels loudness caused him to cough roughly, niiri lifted him up to rub his back. '' jeez, Thiago bring me that throat spray will ya?.'' michael gave Thiago a sharp killer look upon hearing that.

"don't you even THINK about it.....'' who could blame poor Michael that medicine is disgusting. Welp he already knew of Michaels temper thus expected this behaviour o happen but that still dosent stop from Thiago bieng a little on edge when it happens, ultimately leading I'm to rub the back of his neck while chuckling nervously. '' arch angel relax! If that what's needed in order to cure you then it must be done! ,Think about it...wouldn't god want you to get better no matter what it takes?.What's to say perhaps this is one step ahead for your well bieng?.'' niiri looks at Michael. '' he's right, god would want his angel of justice to get better in no time and fight out in hell again! Plus...its really not the same when your not with me in battle, it makes me feel....'' she wraps her arms around his shoulder, leaning her head against his.'' lonley~...''. his eyes widen feeling that sense of needed by somone, he could never deny niiri. '' fine...Thiago fetch me all the medicine in this church, and do take a while I want to be alone a bit...'' shifting his pupils to niiri then back at Thiago.It was obvious he wanted to be alone and be lovey dovey with her.

Thiago chuckled again. '' ok ok as you wish!, I'll leave you two be~.'' he winked at them , Michael groaned in annoyance from it while niiri just laughed like a harlequin. '' ahh that maestro always so kind.'' michael rolled his eyes. ''More like obnoxious....'' he plopped back down, staring up the ceiling. '' well then I suppose since we got time for ourselves now..'' she grabs the bowl of soup, circling around he broth to get all its nutritions. Once the spoon was full she moved it towards his lips. '' its time I tend to my patient~.'' with a playful tone creeping up, it was Michaels cue to act up the same way. He takes the spoonful of broth chicken soup, while also expecting her to praise him for it. As if manifested thanks to god, niiri pats his head, continuing to so with the next spoon coming through. '' my good sickly boy~ look how well your cooperating with me~ god and I are truly proud of you, once this bowl is done you'll take your medicine like the good blood thirsty angel you are yeah?.'' Michael blushed in her praise, the euphoric excitement was to much that he threw himself to hold her all while nuzzling onto her chest. ''ahhh!~, y-your words~.... I Think I'm going to faint from love~....'' her arms tighten around him so that wouldn't happen, gently laying him on his back again.'' dearest me! Am I truly that deadly!?.''

she teased.

'' indeed, so much so that I am hallucinating...''he stares up the ceiling again only this time he acknowledges something hanging from above. '' I see...a fate we cannot escape in this situation....'' she looked at him puzzled. '' huh?''.

When she looked up, she covered her mouth now she was turning almost red. Up above them, it was none other than the ultimate trap, for a lover or an attempt to kiss your crush. It was a mistletoe. her attention was brought back to reality, when his hand caressed her cheeks, moving away her hand covering her mouth. index finger, moving to trace her midnight colored lips. Slipping his fingertip to slightly enter her mouth. " W-when was that ever placed?!." Michael only smirked in his tired state. with his heart fluttering from the sight of niiris flustered shock, his breathe began to escape from his mouth, sounding ill and queezy from earlier. " When you left me to die of loneliness this morning~" he morbidly teases her. She realized her error, by leaving this beautiful angel alone to beg for attention he planned this moment all along!. " Michael! Y-you!....you..." He leans sensually close to her face, nose touching in an Eskimo kiss. " Im?..." The voluptuous in his voice even made her feel feverish to the bone. " Y-you!...". She laughs in her sweet villainous laughter, usually heard once a demons about to meet there demise. She was impressed by his devousness, as innocent as this was. " You bellflower of darkness...youve bewitched me of your sensual spell~". She gave a tempting look, she was enjoying this alot. That look...oh how it rised an intense smile on his face. the same cute psychotic smile, that he did when he attempted to bring lucifer back to heaven.

" ahhh dolly!~, if you keep tempting me this way...i dont think i can contain myself~." She moves her nose around his, tickling him in the process letting a small chuckle. " Oh that tickles!". He returns the gesture back, this time his face softens up with a more adoring face of innocence. " Hahaha! Snapped you outta your lustful thoughts yeah? " " Perhaps it was the best considering my condition haha..." Disappointed but alas perhaps another time in better condition. " but i dont mind contracting your sickness~". She taps her lips, inviting him for his long awaited kiss. Michael, leaned in forward. Closing his eyes, leaving a shaky breathy air, before his lips touched hers. For Michael, kissing her was like a moment of peace and serenity. The one moment to lavish in a few minutes of happiness with no worries. No heavenly dutys, no more war, no more bickering back and forth with his brothers in heaven. Thats why these lips where so important to him...but most importantly **she** was most treaserous of all... Because he never has to worry about those things around her. well, except the part where they can get caught. but at times, he feels he dosent have to worry about it thanks with his extra support of the exorcists. as irritated as he gets with them they where truly a fresh of breathe air for his paranoia to ease from time to time. And for niiri, his lips where as if a potion of her delusions, coming to fruition. She feels wings coming out of her back, forming in the most divinty way possible. The longer they went on, the more her imagination ran wild. Even moaning sharply into his lips, pretending that she was experiencing pain from her wing growth. When she opened her eyes, a ray of light hit them. Was this her halo? Could this perhaps be a an effect of both of there halos beam colliding in an etheral way? But even more so she could suddenly feel she was floating in the air.

When she looked down, her delusions finally wore off and she was hit back to reality. It seemed they where both caught of gaurd with there heat of the passion moment, that Michael didnt realize he grew out his wings and flew closer up to the mistletoe. " Woah! How long have weve been up here?!.". " It seems we went overboard, or so i did haha.". He hovered back down the bed, while still holding niiri. " Shouldn't thiago be back already?". " Your right he sh-". When Michael and niiri turned they were met with his presence and Merewyn. There face said it all, they watched the whole thing in silence, now the two feeling awkward they hadnt said anything. " Erm ahem! Ive brought his Divinity his medicine! Hehehe..." Nervous face. " Thiago..." Merewyn looked at thiago to just come clean, they couldn't hide it from them. A loud sigh rang through the room, Michael pinching his nostrils. " Just come in here, leave the medication and GO!.". Niiri chuckled, patting his head to ease him down. " Hahaha! Waddya say you two come here and participate in the mistletoe of love, between the you two!". Thiago actually pondered at the question. " You know actu-.'" he was abruptly stopped when merewyn snatched the medicine from his hands and left them across the desk. " No." " Hehehe hes gonna play a sappy heartbreak song soon i can tell~." Said niiri. Thiago sighed. " Even after partaking with you in Michaels surprise kiss task you still give me the cold shou-." "WOAH WOAH HOLD ON....YOU ALL HELPED IN THIS?!." the room went silent especially Michael now that his little kiss trap was unveiling. "explain or else like i said kiss your guitar goodbye." That was enough to get him talking. " AYYY! OK OK!...*sigh* yes he asked us for help, i was the one that suggested he should place the mistletoe up in the cieling of the bed ...." He looked at Merewyn with his guilt face.

"....and i was the one that turned him sick, by using my gifted abilities. after all my winter wonderland abilities, does have the effect to do that...". Niiri slowly turned her head back to Michael with the look of disbelief. " So let me get this straight...you got so intensly needy of my attention for this morning that you went outta your way to purposely get sick in order for me to tend to you. Then to use the mistletoe in order to trap me deeper of your affection?!." Michael just nods, there was a sense of proudness within himself. " Holy shit i love you..." She glomped him to bed, giving him pecks of kisses all over his face, Michael laughed at its ticklish sensation. " Hahaha! Arent i something niiri?". Again with the praises. " The best of the best! No one can compare to your attention seeking syndrome!." While the two taboo love birds contenue bieng themselves the two exorcists decided to leave them be. "By the way...how long will his cold go away?." Merewyn ponders. " Hes an angel, it wont be long, id give it atleast tomarrow, althou after hearing what i just heard consider that longer if he wants more of the dolls nursing tendencies..." Thiago chuckles. "Ahh you might actually be right about that snowflakes..."

End

[pussygulag]

In dreams of you

---

Night drapes the world in frozen slumber and I find you beside me again,

soft in my dreams where your voice still enchants me,

speaking of times when the stars seemed to hold us,

bound yet unbroken.

Moonlight, snowdrops and lonely smoke where my memories linger,

each fleeting smile is a thread I am weaving.

How do I reach you? The distance is endless,

yet I still seek you every night.

Midnight engulfs me yet

Does the same moon touch your heart-- where it's aching?

Could you have felt how my thoughts drift toward you?

Are you the voice through silence of snowfall?

Whisper, beloved, if you feel me reaching—

call through the silence.

Speak through the stars; if you dream me, I'll always answer.

---

if this is who I think it is, allow me to respond in kind:

despite it all

i miss you

your hand resting

upon my neck as you slept

fist to my chest

angry, biting words

itching to my core

knowing i knew you

better than you yourself

dancing around the eggshells

sitting stock still while you

wail into the night

when i inevitably step on them

the sound piercing me

unable to do anything

lest you lash out

i, your favorite target

and you, my favorite arrow

-

am i not your perfect victim?

gutting myself for you

placing my entrails

into your hands

pushing myself into your knife

do you think of me,

next to the one

you left me for?

do you miss how easy i was?

[damnedferalcat]

KDRAMAS i watched :")

Reply 1997

Big

Love Rain

My girlfriend is a gumiho

Flower boy next door

Heartstring

You’re beautiful

Queen Inhyun’s man

Dream high 2

I need romance

I need romance 2

to the beautiful you

Marry me mary

Innocent man/ nice guy

The Heirs

School 2013

Reply 1994

You who came from another star

Emergency couple

I Need Romance 3

Prime Minister and I

Doctor stranger

The Master’s Sun

Trot Lovers

It’s okay, that’s love

Nine: Time Travel Nine Times

Marriage without dating

Can we get married?

Coffee Prince

Monstar

Twenty Years Old

Pinocchio

Ex-girlfriends club

Misaeng

Who are you: School 2015

Angry Mom

Heard It Through the Grapevine

Healer

High Society

Kill Me, Heal Me

The Time We Were Not In Love

Oh My Ghost

She Was Pretty

Sassy Go Go

Second Time Twenty Years Old

Valid Love

Because It’s The First Time

Yong Pal

Oh my Venus

Pasta

Cheese in the trap

Descendants of the Sun

Signal

Page Turner

Doctors

Uncontrollably Fond

W

While you were sleeping

Something in the rain

Strong Do Bong Soon

Listen to love

Hwarang

Dr. Romantic

Romance is a bonus book

Sky Castle

One Spring Night

Encounter

Hotel Del Luna

Reply 1988

Crash Landing on You

Dr. Romantic 2

Itaewon Class

The World of Married Couple

Moon Lovers: Scarlet Heart Ryeo

Flower of Evil

Touch Your Heart

Vincenzo

Mine

Private Lives

Nevertheless

Hi Bye Mama

All Of Us Are Dead

Snowdrop

Thirty-Nine

Twenty One, Twenty Five

Forecasting love and weather

Business Proposal

Sh**ting stars

Our Blues

Tomorrow With You

Yumi’s Cell

Yumi’s Cell season 2

Extraordinary Attorney Woo

Reborn Rich

Our Beloved Summer

The Glory

Dra. Cha

Blood hounds

Marry my husband

Queen of tears

Lovestruck in the city

Lovely Runner

Welcome to Samdal-Ri

Eve

[lyriumlullaby-ao3]

okayyyy the lovely @ruthvelyan tagged me in a game to gush about an oc?? lmao idk all the rules, i think it can be any oc you like, but i love to talk about my beloved dorterrr so! lmao here we go <3

i'm sorryyyyy i don't have almost any good screen grabs of her bc i'm too busy playinggg lmao

NAME: Miri of Clan Lavellan (all the shems think her clan name is her second name and she is judging them lmao)

NICKNAME: usually it's just Miri, but Varric calls her Snowdrop! (partly bc she reminds him of Merrill :') )

GENDER: cis female

TAROT/ZODIAC: judgement and the wheel of fortune // scorpio sun, capricorn moon, aries rising

HEIGHT: 5'3" // 160 cm

ORIENTATION: straight and polyamorous

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Dalish! her clan roamed the Free Marches and Antiva when she was young.

FAVORITE FRUIT: pears! she loves the flowers too <3

FAVORITE SEASON: summer, definitely! during the summers her clan would travel father south to escape some of the heat, and that often meant they'd spend months camped along the Minanter River. she loved to swim there, and loved all the colorful dragonflies. <3

FAVORITE FLOWER: waterlilies! also courtesy of the Minanter :)

FAVORITE SCENT: wood smoke, the spices used to cure venison in her clan, fresh bread, and the scent of fresh herbs (things like wild mint, elfroot, embrium, vetivert root, and lemongrass!)

COFFEE, TEA, OR HOT CHOCOLATE: teaaaa all the way, and she's especially fond of green tea. she'll drink whatever caffeine is available, though, for sure. i headcanon that Cullen drinks a particular earl grey blend with peppermint for his headaches, and when they get closer i'm sure she drinks it with him and loves it!

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: 5-7. she tries very hard to get enough sleep, because she knows she's cranky without it and isn't as suited to the work she has to take care of, but she's got a bit of insomnia that makes falling asleep difficult. she's always up with the sun.

DOGS OR CATS: both! her clan kept dogs, but the Circle had a few cats kept around as mousers, and she really enjoys both now.

DREAM TRIP: after being with the Inquisition, Miri's been pretty much everywhere--what she really wants is to go visit her clan, who now live in Wycome on the coast of the Free Marches.

NUMBER OF BLANKETS: 1-3, depending on the season. she doesn't tolerate either hot or cold very well, and adjusts accordingly. she's always liked having soft furs on her bed, too, because it reminds her of home.

RANDOM FACT: Miri's eyes are heterochromatic! she's got one that's green, and the other is blue.

ahhhh this was so fun, jaz, thank you for the tag!!

i have no idea who's been tagged yet, soooo if you've already done this, that's cool, or if you wanna do it again with a different oc, i would love to see it! i'm gonna tag @starstruckkittyface @broodwolf221 @jazzmckay and anybody else who'd like to do this! i love hearing about ppl's ocs so genuinely, if you wanna do this and haven't been tagged, poke me so i'll see it <3