#springtime swap

[hi-its-casper]

“You’re very handsome. I just need to tell you that”

“Thank you. Appreciate that.”

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My piece for @artists-guild-of-exandria Art History Style Swap project, Fjord and Jester as Springtime by Pierre Auguste Cot 💕

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[barb-alayna-artstuff]

Helllloooo… First Day Of Spring…!!!

Allie & Barbie

[lilystargazerwhite]

Genderbend Lily! He is basically flapjack

Todays Lily song

[unofskylanderspages]

Did you know? Pop Fizz and Trigger Happy also the first Skylanders to get Easter variants.

[grenadehearts]

౨ৎ lazy mornings with ochako, legs tangled together, the soft snoring of her breathing. the sun shining in through the delicate lace of the curtains, highlighting her auburn locks messily cascading down her flushed face. her pale pink tank top rising up her midriff, exposing milky tanned skin that you know—if you were to touch—would melt into your fingertips like molten lava.

and she’ll stir, straight into your arms, as you stare at her with messy strands loose from your braid—the one she did last night with doting hands. and her wide doe eyes will open, lashes fluttering gracefully, and you’ll see the milky brown reminding you of creamer being stirred into coffee. of deer frolicking in the meadow, white spots and all. of silky lace ribbons tied in hair.

and you’ll playfully jab and knead at each other’s skin, neither wanting to get up, rolling around and tangling in the covers until you end back up side by side. warm hands on even warmer skin. the sun covering you both like a halo. the blanket laid loosely on the edge as you run fingers through hair and swap gloss, tasting the cherry chapstick on her plush lips.

pulling away with a dopey grin.

“mmm, strawberry?”

and she’ll giggle and hide her face into the pillow—because you guessed it right (you always do). and you’ll follow her movements, tickling her skin, causing her to squirm and laugh until the sound melts away.

and then you’re above her, peering into her eyes—the color of your shared irises swirling and mixing together into something almost digestible. and her face will light up a rosy pink, and you’ll press soft kisses all over her until the sun gets exceptionally bright and your cat comes in, tail swooshing in the air with soft meows, letting you both know it’s time to start the day.

ochako gets out of bed with a delicate yawn and a stretch of her limbs, revealing her sleep shorts with little teddy bears on them. and you’ll shoot her a daring grin, and she’ll beam—round cheeks and all—as she races you to the kitchen. footsteps pattering against the wooden floor, socks slipping on tile until you both reach the kitchen, breathless and giggling, gripping onto each other and the counter for support.

and you’ll bicker over who makes breakfast, dopey grins all the while, both so desperate to spoil the other that you settle on just doing it together. although she has a way of coaxing you easily, so you’re seated on the kitchen counter, legs dangling off the ledge as she mixes pancake batter. and you’re eating strawberries out of the carton while she flips pancakes, and as they sizzle into the heat of the pan, you’re tugging on her tank top, pulling her straight into you, settled between your legs.

you feed her strawberries and rub the red-tinged berry around her lips before kissing her—lapping the sickly sweet nectar off her mouth.

she tastes like springtime. like swimming in the lake where lily pads rest. like rolling down an open field where flowers cling to your skin and lighten your soul.

and you’ll shove the fork with fluffy sweetness—powdered sugar and syrup clinging to it—into your mouth, but it’ll never taste as sweet as ochako’s lips on yours. and you’ll lay cross-legged with matching tummy aches, endlessly flipping through the channels, only to find there’s nothing nearly as interesting on tv as ochako’s sweet voice filtering through the air, straight to your heart.

and the day will pass by quietly, and before you know it, the sun will set and the animals will rest. your bedroom floor will be coated in thrown shirts. the house will smell of cinnamon and vanilla from the baked cookies. the bathroom will still have the soft glow of dimly lit candles, and the scent of ochako’s cherry blossom shampoo will drift throughout the master bath to the bed you’re laying on—bubbles still drifting in the air from the bath you both shared mere moments ago, skin lathered in perfumy scents, tangled bodies sinking into warm sheets.

and you’ll lay on the bed, the mattress sinking you further and further down, covers hung over bodies, fingers intertwined, moving in harmony with breathless gasps of overwhelming ecstasy—twisted in each other’s entropy.

and you’ll taste the moonlight on her lips. you’ll taste every season that passes—from spring showers to december’s chill. and you won’t be able to rest until you hear the sound of her breathing that soothes you to sleep.

౨ৎ masterlist link here.

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[sketchy-tour]

MY WELCOME HOME SPOILERS THOUGHTS AND STUFF!

ALL SPOILERS!!!!

AGAIN AUGH OKAY AGAIN WHERE'S MY MAN??? MY MAN ISN'T ON THE FRONT PAGE ANYMORE??? AND WITH WALLY'S EYES LOOKING AWAY ON HIS NEIGHBORHOOD ART??? AND HIS CATCHPHRASE AUDIO BEING PHONE RINGING?? ARE WE TRYING TO CALL HIM??? WHERE ARE YOU, SWEETHEART???

ANYWAY STORYBOOKS

Springtime Salutations!! THE VOICE SOUNDS LIKE SALLY TO ME!!! Which is fitting! The cough?? Sally?? You good??? Oh gee this update is making me so uneasy /pos I assume this isn't "Sally" but it's Sally's in universe VA. Oh gosh maybe the actors aren't okay. of course as ALWAYS THE ART IS SUCH A DELIGHT!!!

ALSO JONESY'S VOICE???? IS SO GOOD!!!!!!! AUGH THEY'RE ALL SO PRETTY!!!!

Sweet Briar Sally voice actress again hello!!!Though its ACTUALLY Sally I think! ALSO ITS THE WALLY KING STORY YIPPEEEEEE Not me getting actually a little emotional seeing Wally with a baby. ALSO DID THAT SOUND LIKE HOWDY JUST SLAPPING THE SHIT OUTTA BARNABY!? I love all the characters I love Howdy being unable to say "take the day off"

okay but this is the funniest ever. Howdy??? Did you draw that??? Wally losing his place in the script. His little voice. I'm gonna sob. I love him sm. Also Julie waking up before the kiss is so silly. She really said "AAAAND IM UP!!!"

The Julie Guide to Being Joyful Won't say much with this one other than the art is super cute like always! Wally learning emotions is so sweet. But uh-

I don't think my beloved is feeling very joyful....

The board game!!! The food section!! All so fun and silly!!! Rainbow monster cakes looking like sheep melts my heart! AND THE CRISPY SWEETS ART IS SO SWEET

We're all gonna make a rainbow monster right??? Thats gonna be a new thing right??? I hope its a thing ALSO THE SONG BY THE JOYFULS IS ACTUALLY A BANGER FR FR AUGH!!!!!! Also the fact the art of the record confirms rainbow monsters are furry IS SO GOOD IM SPINNING!!!!!

A Darling Broadcast As I said before he sounds WAY more energetic here to me. He just does. Something about this just has more cadence to me. He's still monotonous but its just...its different! But gosh his voice still just melts my heart regardless! Also man, Frank is CONSTANTLY called the grouchiest neighbor and yet he just isn't is he? I mean, sure, he is compared to everyone else I suppose. But when he's with Julie, hell when he's with Poppy too, hes so sweet and silly. And I love that about him. I love that Frank isn't just mean. I love him. My platonic bestie westie. Oh I should put him down as a platonic f/o fr. I adore he. ANYWAY- Speaking of f/os, if there isn't more self ships with the other joyfuls soon I will riot.

Secrets Oh god. Okay so Ringring was the first one I got to cause I heard the call audio on the toy phone for Wally was different. He keeps saying we. Oh Wally. Also augh one of the videos again mentions not being outside after dark. AND JULIE OH GOD WHATS HAPPENING WITH JULIE. JULIE BABY GIRL. I dunno if I got to all the links. I ALMOST FORGOT TO GO LOOK AT AWAY FROM PRYING EYES TOO!!!! W WAIT NO W DONT DRINK THE OLD ASS SODA WAIT STOP-

ANYWAY HI NOTHING GOOD IS HAPPENING!!! NOTHING AT ALL!!! God reading that W doesn't like his flash. Reading that he's living in the dark like this. I wanna know SO much more about him. I NEED TO. I need to know what exactly he is in the story. I have theories! I DO! Especially with all the voice acting swaps that's been happening. But I'll keep those to myself for the time being!!!!

[ashildrofarcadia]

TALES OF ARCADIA PARK CLEANUP

So yeah, every time they have a battle, or even just the occasion of springtime coming around, they have ✨park cleanup✨

Zoe and Krel take charge. They make checklists, assign tasks based on individual strengths and efficiency.

Jim sweeps stuff and then makes dinner for everyone that helped.

I have a feeling that Toby and AAARRRGGH would have a great time recycling.

The chess team spend six hours fixing the birdhouses and nothing else.

Claire makes sure the animals are alright, helps adjust habitats if damaged.

Eli has had architectural reconstruction blueprints for this place for the last five years. He is secretly thrilled.

“No, Hisirdoux, no you can not be ‘entertainment’.”

Douxie then does Magic Infrastructure Fixy Stuff™

Steve was originally carrying things, then swapped jobs with Claire because he got bored.

Archie is just helpful in every capacity.

Blinky is accident prone, and thinks he’s being more helpful than he actually is.

[mysteriesmuse]

Summer Camp Counselor Kiri’s water bottle can always be found next to yours . . . The unwashed red naglene hosting a singularly important half-finished bracelet as beads of condensation roll down its sides adorned in national park stickers. The icy puddle on the arts and crafts picnic table left alone as little hands with chipped nail polish pluck out tiny plastic beads and swap scissors across the table. You yourself have a plethora of half fleshed out bracelets dangling off your Nalgene handle — each one waiting to be deemed perfect before gifting it out to your lover or counselor friends. You loved your job post in the afternoon. A clear patch of buggy grass festering with fireflies and mosquitos underneath the springtime shade. The arts and crafts table gave you plenty of quiet time to work on your masterpieces as the girls schemed on color patterns and silly acronyms to fit on their bracelets. The arts and crafts table also stood beside the big grassy lawn; big enough for kickball and frisbee and tag and all other manner of fun silly camp games. Today it had a makeshift volleyball game. You sat crisscrossed on the table bench hands deftly knitting another pretty chevron into the friendship thread. The water bottle you had held tightly between that clammy crease between knee and thigh. The kind of space that a particularly nosey boyfriend would likely poke and prod just to get a snicker. You rolled your eyes. you liked the arts and crafts table. it was the perfect angle to take glances up every now and then to see Counselor Eijiro play games against the children — right now you glanced over at the lawn. Eiji’s tawny summer tan kicking around the dust in the infamous red sport mode crocs — the legendary sign of defeat, as the Sharknado cabin boys put it. — your shark denim fanny bag laid next to you on the table. the bag filled with what you knew to be a tube of lipgloss, sunscreen, a men’s wallet, and a couple of extra sweatbands for casual wear around camp as well as a red phone that matched the red naglene.

“hey yo’ ladies what’s up? How’s the bracelet making going?” Dozens of heads swirl as your boyfriend jogs over — adorable frizzed black roots sticking to his forehead slick with the effort from the game. A sight you’d frequented from his athletic games throughout the year, normally he’d both fumble to card his hair back and tuck the frizzy mane into his headband. The girls peppered answers get cut off by loud swigs of water getting drowned in that bobbing Adam’s apple of his. Eijiro’s deep rosy eyes cutting a glance at the nearest friendship bracelet before the water bottle fully leaves his lips. He prods a fat finger at the nearest friendship bracelet, “hey that looks great! I love the colors!” “thanks! Counselor N/N taught me this new one,” the girl holds up her twirly bracelet, “it’s called a spiral staircase bracelet and it’s surprisingly easy!” the pipsqueaks attention is solely on her new proud bracelet creation, but your boyfriends eyes slid over to yours as your tongue prods the edge of your gums fighting off a smug face. and a creeping flush dusts the bridge of Eijiro’s, lightly crooked, nose. “is that so?” he asks, pearly sharp canines flashing against his lower lip as his mouth pulls tight into a smile.

“N/N is pretty good at the whole bracelet making thing —“ “Yeah I bet she could teach you a thing or two!”

“—yeah counselor kirishima the bracelets on your arm are sooo good, but the one on your water bottle is kinda wimpy!” “how come it’s so bad but the others aren’t?” “Woah now,” Kirishina chuckles raising his hands in a placating manner. It’s a funny look on all 273 lbs of your heavyweight champ camp boyfriend, but Eiji is as sweet as can be. And despite keeping your relationship under wraps for the summer he’s been nothing but warm and pleasant, even with a lack of PDA. “— all of these that you see here are different ones I’ve gotten from my friends see this one is from Counselor Midoriya and this one Counselor Mina but most of them come from my girlfriend she’s also pretty darn good at making me friendship bracelets and things!” A look of blatant understanding strikes across the girls face, “ohh so that’s why yours sucks!” The rest including yourself peel into giggles as the tips of his ears burn hot. “wait is it gonna be for your girlfriend? Are you gonna give it too her at the end of camp?” “does she even like those colors??” “wait kirishima how do you know she can wear that size?” The onslaught of questions has caught him off guard — a cute panicked expression taking place before he plops down on the seat across from you and answers them all earnestly and wholeheartedly. The table of little girls firing all their demanding and important follow up questions such as, “does your girlfriend know you play lots of pranks on Counselor Sero? And is she really pretty?” Why, yes, you do. In fact, you asisst. And if your shared morning off together was any indication you’d say he’d thought you were fairly pretty. Meanwhile, you simple allow your hands to weave along and make knots on the red bracelet you’d been working on. the caterpillar cabin girls gasping as they poke and prod at the bracelets adorning your boyfriends beefy forearm which he rests against the table. the little camp gossips in them demanding to know all there is to know about his girlfriend. To which he cuts a cool glance across the table at you, your ears perked as you listen to him in fervor stumble over gushing without revealing too much about you. And naturally the most important question is geared towards the half-finished threads knotted messily on his unwashed red water bottle . . . with eyes down cast you keep your smile from blooming across your face as his optimistic voice says “well I’m not so sure that she’ll like it but I know that I’ll love whatever she swaps with me at the end of camp.”

[itstokkii]

Uzb with nyo India pls?

I'm not sure what this is asking me to do, so I'll do the 3 things I can imagine:

analysis:

uzb is a big big fan of bollywood and indian dramas! i think she was sort of enjoying herself a lot during the 60s and 70s, which is when they were first introduced. she also thinks srk is the handsomest guy she's seen in a long time, so maybe when uzb and nyo india are relaxing at home, they'll turn on the tv to see reruns of these movies.

it's said that foods like biryani and samosa were brought over by the mughals from modern-day uzbekistan, but miss uzbekistan thinks they're a bit...spicy...even so, she tries to brave it out, especially because she needs to eat the various chicken curries. they're so tasty! but she feels like she's dying! she does really enjoy masala chai though. she's more used to having tea without milk, so drinking milk tea with spices like cardamom taste delicious, and she can't get enough. maybe nyoind refuses to reveal the exact spices she uses so uzb keeps coming for more!

she's also amazed by the different desserts, though she's definitely choked on gulab jamun and rasgulla before because of the syrup blast. rasgulla was also probably something she'd have to get used to because of the spongy texture. she'll always have a cup of black tea with her, because she insists that amount of sugar is just lethal to have without downing enough black tea to dilute it in your body... jalebi is also a favorite street food choice of hers!

uzb is a jewelry junkie, and so is nyoind. they'll occasionally "treat themselves" by getting each other "just one accessory..." but they'll swap earrings occasionally...uzb loves the bells on the jhumkas nyoind wears, sometimes lightly tapping on them to feel them dangle

both uzbek and indian weddings are very extravagant, inviting hundreds of people at a time, having a lot of food and treats to snack on, and lasting hours upon hours. together, their wedding would probably be both seen and heard many kilometers away! they'll teach each other their traditional dances on the dance floor, too

the rainiest season is uzbekistan is probably the springtime, but that doesn't compare to monsoon season in india. uzb takes this time to stay indoors and cozy up next to nyoind, drinking hot milk tea to warm their bodies. I imagine it won't be so difficult for nyo india to survive the uzbek summer, since she's used to those levels of heat. depending on where in india she lives, though, the winter could be cold for her.

they will both have a pet cat they'll spoil incessantly, finding it the cutest clothes and taking pictures of it!

both uzb and nyoind are good at sewing, so they'll surprise each other with clothes they made for the other, and sometimes(maybe when it's rainy and they're stuck inside), they'll pull out a piece of paper and start planning for the 15th tiny dress for their kitty.

ranking: 9/10

sketch: "you'll need this lassi more than me"

drabble:

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"now do you see why I asked you not to order the milk tea?" india chuckled, watching her girlfriend's red, flushed face. how much of it was due to embarrassment and how much of it was from her reaction to the "spicy" food, she wasn't sure.

"y-yes...but it's delicious, so I can't stop myself." uzbekistan broke a piece of her naan to dip in the curry, making sure to get some chicken on it as well. how one could squeeze in so many varied flavors alongside spice, she didn't know. perhaps she should try to replicate these things in her own foods, but...the closest thing she had to these spices that could replicate the kick were cumin and whole pepper. everything else in her spice cabinet would add dimension to her sauces and stews, but that was it.

"what are you thinking about, dear?" india laughed at uzbekistan's spaced-out face.

"oh! just thinking of how I could make my food more spicy."

"why would you do that? I think they're amazing as is!"

uzbekistan was stunned. how could she be saying this? her food was so...flavorful and rich, and so comforting.

"how so...?"

"for one, I think it's wonderful how food doesn't have to rely heavily on spice. your food is much more different, more homely and warm. it hits the spot! and it's made of completely different things at times. your doughy stews with meat...remember the time I fell asleep not a minute after we'd cleared the table?"

uzbekistan laughed at the memory. they'd placed all the dishes in the sink and the tablecloth was cleared, and uzbekistan looked back at her girlfriend to see her eyes drooping, her face stretched into a content smile. to some extent, it was almost catlike. they both trudged into the bedroom and napped the afternoon away that day.

"that nap was nice, wasn't it?"

"yes. but like I was saying...don't underestimate your own food palette. I know spice these days are a "trend," god knows how many spicy noodles america bought for his binge eating videos–"

"he what?!"

"yeah, it was insane!" india pulled up youtube on her phone, showing a thumbnail of america's face all flushed and pink, his hands likely trembling and clammy from holding the chopsticks so tensely.

"oh my..."

"but your food is filling and warm to me. they're perfect for when it's cold and you're hungry, and you want someone dear to you to cook and feed you every single bite. our foods are suited for different climates, so it's not a surprise to see the difference. like this mango lassi I'm about to give you to help you survive the next half of your meal."

"very funny!"

"i'm serious! if not to quell the spice, at least try it for my sake!"

uzbekistan sipped the cold lassi, the flavors of yogurt and mango hitting her tongue. it was like tasting ice cream in liquid form. it was definitely sweet, but the slight sour taste of the yogurt helped balance it out in a surprisingly pleasant way. she could feel her burning tongue, and the rest of her body, cool down from the inside.

"so, you like it then?"

"very much! let's order five of these!" uzbekistan's eyes had a sparkle to them, suddenly very fired up and ready to plow down the rest of the food...and order many more lassis. india found it absolutely endearing, the way she expressed herself when she was truly happy with others, away from public scenes where she remained professional and cordial...

it very much reminded her of a small forest animal. a bunny? a squirrel? she couldn't pick.

"don't get too ahead of yourself, dear." india laughed, cooing at her adorably satisfied face.

"I'm glad you like my food so much," uzbekistan took another sip, "but I was wondering if I could incorporate more spice into my food, because...I wanted to increase my spice tolerance. so that I may be able to eat many more of these meals with you."

"with that declaration, you might as well be kneeling in front of me right now with a ring in your hand!" india gasped dramatically.

"...well, I don't see why we couldn't get married as well...?" uzbekistan looked down, face burning(but not from the spice).

"you'll kill me! in this restaurant! how shameless!"

[madcatdaderpydrawer-blog]

Swap flyte:

Swap flyte is based off a winter moth. He’s very casual and low energy compared to swap Teagan, a large tired bug that’s simply happy to spend most of his time napping. A bit moody at times but very loyal. Surprisingly despite his size, he’s quite conflict averse unlike his teacup companion. He is swap cosmos loyal companion.

Swap Coal:

She is based off a springtime gemstone/rock, such as gold or something similar. While she may look scary, she’s actually a very chill albeit pessimistic toon. Buff as hell, loves spending her time doing outdoor activities like hiking. Naturally a more cautious toon, keeping herself and her friends out of harms way.

[batsyi]

　　󠀽󠀪󠀣 󠀽󠀪󠀣ㅤㅤㅤ

𝐊𝐏𝐎𝐏 𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐇𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♱ ANGEL — saja boys

૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

KYRIE “KYRA” JUN . . . half-hunter, half-demon, leader of the internationally famous girl group, HUNTR/X. known for her jade-green eyes and pale hair that, over the years, has deepened into a soft purple-black at the ends. often associated with springtime, pretty flowers, and white cats. currently on her 6th life, which she has no idea of. that is, until five demons disguised as a rising human boy group pull up; each claiming to have shared a life with her .

𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐑 ♱ ANGEL — unassigned ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

AURORA-[…] . . . a perverted loser trapped in a hot girl’s body. a certified goonette, stoner, and a bitch who gets mistaken for a guy online all the time. avid fanfiction reader — like, 2/3 of her day is spent reading x reader fanfiction. has a famous internet persona that none of her irls are aware of. closeted witch, who still carries her tarot deck everywhere with her. she’s either gonna cure cancer or prosecute your dad — and if neither works out, just know the onlyfans drop is imminent .

𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐔 ♱ ANGEL — kenma kozume

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SOLÈNE SEBASTIAN . . . to be continued

𝐍𝐀𝐍𝐀 ♱ ANGEL — shinichi okazaki

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NANA “USAGI” KOBAYASHI . . . to be continued

𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐄 ♱ ANGEL — unassigned ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

AURORA “APPLE” BLU' . . . the international playgirl, youngest egot winner, and an a-list celebrity by the age of 15, with a growing collection of scandals (and underage drinking allegations) secured under her belt. she skyrocketed to stardom at 13, portraying the character of “LILY WINTERS” on stranger things, and has been living under the unrelenting flash of the spotlight since .

𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 ♱ ANGEL — mike wheeler ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

L͏I͏S͏E͏T͏T͏E͏ “LILY” W͏I͏N͏T͏E͏R͏S͏ . . . the devil in a cheer skirt. from bullied and tormented to adored and envied. boyfriend to some, girlfriend to others, she’s impossible to ignore ! her once strawberry reds and baby pink graphic tees melted into hot pinks and wine-red lips, her rebirth a brow-raiser even for the big bad guy vecna himself. she became invisible to the one who truly saw her the moment she became visible to everyone else—what a joke. and yet, all this partying, swapping spit, and saving the world a couple of times still won't stop this incredibly stupid, soul-sucking pining for her (already taken) best friend .

𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐈𝐎 ♱ ANGEL — george weasley ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

to be continued . . .

𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐔𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐒 ♱ ANGEL — fuck around 'nd find out ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

to be continued . . .

𝐊𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐆𝐈𝐒 ♱ ANGEL — tom m. riddle ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

A͏M͏B͏R͏O͏S͏I͏A͏ “AMBER” C͏O͏U͏R͏T͏S͏ . . . a girl who is both death and the maiden, her lifeless red hair a mournful contrast to her twin’s. she is the devil's bride (albeit she may not know it yet), his favorite verse, his eternal punishment. oh, my sweet little lamb—so untouched, so pure—soon to be broken, tainted by the sin reflected in the cold, hollow depths of his dark eyes .

𝐇𝐎𝐆𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐋𝐄𝐆𝐀𝐂𝐘 ♱ ANGEL — sebastian sallow ૮︵⭒‿᧔☪︎᧓‿⋆︵౨

to be continued . . .

[queenkurokawa]

kakuiza-the color swap alternate outfits for the cherry blossoms springtime new event in pazuribe 🌸💜

[emmyinjapan]

Good Morning from Fukuoka!

Ah, the last day of January! We made it through the post-holiday slump, survived Blue Monday, and defied the gravitational pull of our duvets. And now, here in Fukuoka, the air is fresh, the sky is blue, and—dare I say it?—I can already smell spring sneaking in.

Yes, I know, technically, it’s still winter. The calendar insists we’ve got a bit more of the chilly season to endure. But this morning, as I stepped outside, there was a whisper of warmth in the breeze, a tiny hint of something floral, as if spring had sent a save-the-date notice in the air.

Of course, this could just be my brain desperately willing the seasons to change. Winter and I have an understanding: I tolerate it, and it takes its time leaving. But today, for a fleeting moment, I imagined cherry blossoms stirring in their sleep, ready to put on their annual spectacle.

Fukuoka is magical like that—one moment, you’re huddled in a coat, and the next, you’re questioning whether you even needed it in the first place. Soon, we’ll be swapping hot coffees for iced ones, and social calendars will start filling up with hanami plans (read: elaborate picnics with a thin excuse of ‘looking at flowers’).

So, here’s to the final day of January—may it be kind, may it be warm-ish, and may it bring us one step closer to springtime joy. Cheers! ☕🌸

COME ON SPRING 2025!

—Emmy

[godsofthecatz]

SURPRISE! its here- it's for valentines! Friends or lovers, it's open!

[leohtttbriar]

the snow-melted and it's sunny and it's spring and that makes me feel some type of way so here's a kiradax springtime fic featuring the fascinations of a nature-walk and jadzia dax as a sort of ms. frizzle:

On a bright day like this, Kira was happy to be handing out juice boxes.

Sure, she would’ve preferred to have been part of Keiko’s field-trip party, with the older students on a rock-climbing mission to observe cliff-side fungus. But Keiko had been a little too bright-faced and excited as she tucked her climbing shoes into her backpack and gathered all the older kids together for a lesson in knot-tying and rappelling, and, almost immediately, Miles had begged Kira to swap chaperone positions so he could trail after his wife pretending to be worried about the cliffs on which she was leading an educational expedition but really interested in just documenting ‘the moment,’ as he called it.

“When Molly starts to be embarrassed of us,” he said, turning on his camera and smirking as Keiko demonstrated a very long finger-hold on a nearby boulder, the strained muscles in her forearms and shoulders not even appearing to shake. “I want evidence that we’re actually cool.”

“Well, one of you is,” said Kira. “You mostly play games with Julian in your free-time.”

Miles shot her a dirty look but then Keiko was calling her group to start on the hike and he was scampering after her.

So Kira was left with the younger kids on a much less dangerous nature walk that didn’t involve rock-climbing. But she was happy about it. The day was bright, crisp air with warm sun, and she didn’t have to do much more than make sure the little ones stayed on the path and hand out juice boxes. And, really, they were all too mesmerized by Jadzia to misbehave or wonder off.

Kira couldn’t exactly blame them, though. Jadzia had turned up in a shirt covered in colorful scientific illustrations of various Bajoran insects, a giant hair clip that looked like one of the stone-caterpillars that Kira used to make into a stew in her hungriest moments during the war, and a box of tiny, kid-sized binoculars which she handed to each student with all the sincerity and solemnity of a general handing out medals of honor to soldiers. She oo’d an ah’d over every little thing and all the kids were following after her like she was personally responsible for putting a flower in their path to look at.

“Oh, look at that!” gasped Jadzia, pointing up at what looked to be a normal tree limb with such drama that every single kid was gasping with her despite, Kira assumed, not knowing what it is they were gasping at. They gathered around Jadzia, following to where her finger pointed, their little mouths open in awe.

“What?” asked one of the more impatient kids. “I don’t see anything.”

“It’s an aerial succulent,” said Jadzia, bending down. “See, between the stalks, there's a film which will expand and catch on a breeze if the plant needs to move.”

“Like wings?” asked another kid, taking rigorous notes in her notebook (Kira was able to read she had just added plant flying color green pretty in uneven block letters).

“Yes! Exactly like wings!” said Jadzia, as if this comparison had just occurred to her.

“Wow.”

Jadzia had them all draw a picture of the succulent, a star shaped thing with a sparkly veil between each point, tipping this way and that on the tree branch but yet holding steady. Kira attempted a drawing herself, as Jadzia had made sure to provide her with a “field notebook” and binoculars, along with the kids. It was not a good drawing, but Kira liked it. After, they continued shuffling along the path and Kira helped a couple kids not to trip on their feet as they traversed forward, binoculars glued to their eyes.

When Keiko had suggested a field trip, Kira had not expected to be asked to help. But it seemed Sisko was of the opinion that she needed “a break,” or something like that. And so he had volunteered much of his chief staff to help out with the trip to Bajor and even extending the offer of the supervised field trip to some of the schools that would be nearby their educational expedition. As the morning progressed, Kira couldn’t help but be thankful for it. There were worse ways to spend a day. And Jadzia had been very happy when Kira had turned up, which always made Kira feel warm in more ways than one. She might've switched assignments, anyway, if Miles hadn't asked.

Eventually they ended up by a stream and Jadzia instructed everyone to be on the lookout for fossils.

“I know there are fossils,” she whispered triumphantly to Kira, once the kids were darting back and forth on the bank like the intrepid explorers they were. “I scouted the trail—this watershed area is almost nothing but limestone.”

Kira bent down to examine the earth herself, picking up an angular yet smooth-cornered rock and rolling it around in her palm.

“Limestone has more fossils in it?” she asked.

Jadzia plopped down next to her. “Yep,” she said. She reached over and gently guided Kira’s fingers to hold the rock so the angle was pointed up. Then she poured a splash of water on it, smoothed away some dirt, and pointed to an imprint in the stone. “See?” she said. “A shell.”

“Oh,” said Kira, looking closer at the strangely patterned whirl. It looked like the aerial succulent.

“Limestone is a graveyard, for organic life,” said Jadzia, halfway to soft but still cheerful. “It’s got a bit of a sacred history on Trill, but I never bought into all those sad poems. Trills only seem to know how to write sad poems”—she rolled her eyes, and Kira bit the inside of her cheek to contain her grin—“and I just don’t think fossils are things to be sad about anyway. True, this”—she indicated the rock in Kira’s hand by cupping Kira’s knuckles and pushing gently against them, causing Kira to, embarrassingly, blush—“is made of the compressed bodies of ancient marine life, but it’s not as if they’re gone. There they are.”

Kira turned her gaze away from Jadzia’s open face and back to the dirty rock in her palm. She didn’t like to think of it as a graveyard. Death was a strange, conceptual thing for Bajorans—as all things are and have been and will be all at once, so eternal ending is just one edge of infinite reality, which has many edges stretching on and on.

“It’s just evidence that they were,” she found herself saying. “But they also are. Just—are.”

Jadzia tipped her head, her eyebrows pinched together. “This might be one of those temporal perspectives I don’t get,” she said.

Kira smiled. “I mean,” she said. “In some way, this…shell?”

“Crinoid.”

“This crinoid,” said Kira, still biting back a grin. “Is swimming around now. In the sea.”

Jadzia looked at her, eyes sparkling. “Okay,” she said. “Then limestone isn’t a graveyard at all.” She picked the rock up out of Kira’s hand and placed back on the ground but replaced its weight with her own palm. “Everything just adds and adds, in every direction.”

Kira’s smile couldn’t be stopped. She curled her fingers around Jadzia’s wrist. “Yes,” she said, leaning in close, tracing the line of sun lighting up the dark hollows on Jadzia’s face and the soft hairs on her jaw.

Jadzia tilted her chin down, their noses now millimeters apart. The sound of the stream and the sound of her breath on Kira’s mouth washed over her. “Nerys—” she said, voice sweet.

Then, “Da-ax!”

They leaned away from each other quickly.

“Yeah?” called back Jadzia, wiping her twitchy hands on her shorts.

“I fell in!” said one of the kids while all the others laughed.

Kira snorted. Jadzia pressed her palm against Kira’s once more before launching to her feet.

“Duty calls,” she said, dramatically. “Remember me fondly.”

She walked off, already lecturing all the kids about the joys of an impromptu swim and the subsequent chance to dry off in the sun, and soon Kira was being bombarded by tired students in search of snacks.

She slipped the rock in her backpack, when no one was looking. An eternal touch of a swimming creature and the warmth of Jadzia's hand--everything just added on. It was a bright day.

[levandright]

hihi I'd like a match with NCT dream ! (And if possible one with enha too but if not that's totally cool :p )

Physically I'm kinda like petite almost (?) I'm 5'2/5'3 and Im not very curvy. I'm a more reserved person, and I don't love easily (honestly I don't think I love anyone except my dad). I'm generally a very productive person, I like getting in like 4ish hours of academic work done after school everyday ! Im not the most organized person but I get overwhelmed easily. I'm not much of an empath, I don't struggle to understand to people but I suck at comforting, my comfort is more "fix-it"/solution oriented. I'm really strict about my values and morals, I drop people very fast if they lack a moral compass. I'm also really artsy, though I'm not really good at dancing or music (I kinda am at painting), but I still love learning about it. A lot of my friends say I'm "well read" but I think I just know a lot about niche topics since I like learning. I'm a huge history, biology and english nerd :D. I like to think I'm hilarious but that might just be my friends and I LOL. I'm a Taurus and Aries cusp ! I was born on 20th April so do as you will with that. My ideal type is someone who's taller than me, gives PRINCESS TREATMENT, has similar/the same values as me, wears glasses and is a nerd overall 😭. My favourite troupe is academic rivals and unrequited love (I love love love angst). My favourite season is definitely spring, animals come out of hibernating, I can go swimming again but the weathers a little chilly sometimes (enough for my boyfriend to give me his jacket *GUNSHOTS*-). My hobbies include bullet journalling, scrolling through wikipedia and reading ! (I prefer slice of life kinda romance books or any apocalypse type book). Oh and I love cats, I'm gonna be a cat mom to 4 as a retired 80 year old.

Ok that was really long I kinda started typing and I couldn't stop lol, I ramble a lot (maybe my boyfriend could shut me up with a kiss *GUNSHOTS-). I'm not sure if I included enough to help you get an idea of who I am as a person but I hope I did :3

FINDING YOUR MATCH...

MATCH FOUND! your match is... HUANG RENJUN

RENJUN's love for art and intellectual discussions would complement your interests in history, biology, and english. he’s well-read and curious about the world, which would give you both endless topics to talk about. you both love diving into niche topics or swapping cool facts you learned from the internet(wikipedia-)

RENJUN's artistic and creative side would resonate with your own. he might not be a professional painter, but he’d happily paint with you or explore galleries, sharing insights and jokes.

RENJUN would take you on springtime walks, pointing out blooming flowers and finding quiet spots where the two of you can sit and talk. if you’re cold, he’d immediately offer his jacket, smiling softly as he drapes it over your shoulders.

RENJUN spend hours talking about books, life, and the world, with a cat or two wandering nearby because he knows how much you love them.

RENJUN would playfully smear a bit of paint on your nose if he's feeling mischevious, laughing at your shocked reaction before offering to clean it off.

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✮ lev notes : its a little short im afraid T-T my brain feels mushy rn so idk if it was a good idea to answer ur req while im not in a good mind but like i don't wanna let your asks stay in my inbox too long cause the notif bugs me kinda being over 10+ ✮ curious about other matches?