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oatmllks · 2 months
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why are some people so fucking incapable of answering an email in a timely & appropriate manner oh my GOD. im actually becoming arch enemies w a man ive never met in my life solely bc he is pissing me off SO bad over email
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unu-nunu-art · 1 year
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Happy Birthday to our beloved Pale!!(⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)
that's funny cuz today is my birthday too :>
Happy belated birthday to you!! It's always fun to see what characters you share a birthday with, right? >u<
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Thanks to everyone sending in birthday wishes!!
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Also no worries about fanart at all - I appreciate everyone who take their time do draw my characters. I may not catch everything but you can always tag me if I want. I'm often reblogging fanart on my main blog @unu-nunium under the hashtag #art4unu (an old tag I keep on using for simplicity. I always tag any art directed at me or my characters, so you can browse the tag as well if you like!)
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wildflowercryptid · 6 months
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i want to swing drayton around by his stupid ass hair for so many reasons.
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guard-en · 8 months
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palette practice to try to relax and get ready to sleep. who up pondering the artificial beauty of the machine.
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flori-doodles · 2 years
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I am so unapologetically gay for them. (Click on the image for better quality)
taglist under the cut (ask to be added!)
@appleflv @never-mourn-the-good @callas-pancake-tree @that-glasses-dog @katniss-elizabeth-chase
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Do you think that each wanderling sings a different song?
Like I know that Flori isn’t allowed in the wanderling woods because she’s not an elf but if she was allowed in there imagine how many melodies she would hear.
The trees of ancients sing about foundations, fallen kingdoms, rulers who were doomed from the beginning and warriors whose blades were always going to break no matter how strong or brittle they were. The ruins of what was once life. The first spring after winter and the last breath before death. Eternal summer and mournful bloodshed. Being closer to 10,000 than to being a child yet never actually having been one mentally. Being born to fix a cruel world so that future children could be innocent.
Jolie’s tree sings of betrayal, and bitterness being at the root of sweetness. It’s weeps of being torn between worlds, shifting realities, new perspectives and unearthing ones that have been so meticulously stored away so that the real world will never be truly known. Hating the way you love someone and loving the way they would never hate you, dancing with your hands intertwined despite the floor being on fire. Clinging onto your love for dear life, knee deep in their lies, but it doesn’t matter because you’ll never finish falling in love with them.
There’s the tree of a child who never got to experience growing up, fading away in a light leaping accident after taking his Nexus off. His tree sings of wanting to go home, the gentle breeze that moves your curtains as it enters through your window, being sent home when you feel sick at school and shoving your friends aside to swallow their bubble of flavoured air. Grass stains on your knees and muddy tunics—both being the result of a particularly rule breaking game of bramble—being carried up to bed by your dad and being hugged to sleep by your mother, eternally in her arms in that moment and forever.
Kenric’s tree sings of lies being nestled in power, doomed romances, falling apart to hold the world together and never letting people know the real world. The fear that comes with authority and burden that comes with change. Lies, lies, lies, secrets that no one was supposed to know, lack of trust, ulterior motives, dancing in the rain and love still thriving despite all the forces being against it. Warm smiles and even warmer days, the sensation of cool water on you skin, timeless naps on opens fields which seem to go on forever. The life you never got to live and all the things you never said. Shared secrets and an eternal longing.
Sophie’s tree sings of change, being given a role that is a burden to fill, forever unanswered questions, having the weight of the world crushing your shoulders and finding people to help distribute it. Never knowing who you truly are, resilience, perseverance, the pain of what has happened and the ache of what never will. It sings of found family, growing up too quickly, the melancholy feeling that late night car drives home from the airport have and feeling like you never actually belong. The way the sun shines through the hospital window while having your wounds treated, casting light upon pain to show that your suffering will not be forgotten by the sun. The trauma that comes with power. Guilt.
I like to think that Sophie can hear the songs as well, her strong telepathy allowing her to reach out and listen. She cannot hear other plants but wanderlings are different, their DNA is laced with a strand that holds what used to have a mind and conscious, it makes their songs listenable to Sophie. Forkle can listen too, and maybe, sometimes, he goes and listens to his brother.
Whenever Dex feels sad Sophie brings him to the Wanderling Woods and describes to him what his tree sings of. Hands laced together, thumbs tracing patterns on each others palms, she tells him how it sings of loyalty and creativity, treating others as equals despite being looked down upon and showering the people you love with outmost kindness because you never had friends who did that to you. Humble beginnings paired with perseverance, the determination to become better, to prove that you are worth even the bare minimum, to show what you are capable of.
On the rare occasion that Flori has time to herself she sometimes burrows under the woods, sitting amidst the tangled roots and listening to their songs.
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floripire · 8 months
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vampires on a shopping spree ft. flori & ronnie (@rohnnies)
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florisbaratheons · 1 year
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what your upcoming green au gonna be about?
Hello! Thank you for asking, and apologies for the late reply. I've been sick in bed most of the morning.
So in some sense, it's going to be a bit similiar to @ai-megurine's amazing fic Lady Dreamfyre. Team Green will win the game, but Team Black is going to have a sympathetic arc too and will have several points of view through out the story. It will have a mix of show and book canon - and it will feature three love stories - Aemond/Floris, Cregan/Jace, and Rhaenyra/Alicent. It will also have a certain Black character defecting to the Greens. Can you guess who it will be? (Not Corlys.)
That's about as much as I can give you without relaying the whole plot. I am excited to share it, and will share more spoilers and such on here when I actually start writing. The outline has been a beast.
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flori: a woman's place is in battlefield.
sandor: so u think women should die? :/
ro: bold of u to even think women would LOSE the battle......misogynist piece of crap :/
sandor: oh gods.. u're right... i will reflect on my behavior. im so sorry women
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oatmllks · 6 months
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you ever listen to a song so intense it makes you breathless……
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i see you're on the tsoa brainrot and SAME
SPECS I READ IT TODAY AND I PLUGGED IN HEADPHONES AND LISTENED TO ACHILLES COME DOWN ON REPEAT AND WEEPED
As someone who is obsessed with literary parallels, I saw the first parallel and felt the upcoming dread because I knew how fucking hard they would hit and I am not disappointed
I kept trying to remind myself "love is not an exchane, love is not an exchange" because of how unremarkable he presented himself as in the first half, but as soon as Patroclus stated actually shining through, and oh dear god-
As soon as the procephy turned to be about the greatest man in Troy, I knew where we were heading. But the satisfactory grief i felt as thescene played out was so remarkable ERERHT
My heart has literally been shattered
Literally losing my mind until now
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bujorulgalben · 1 year
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work is slow and i work a half-day tomorrow so i wanted to get some stuff done here. and one thing i’ve had on the backburner for way too long is the ol scar map.
there’s a few to highlight, along with how they got there. it has always been an interesting topic to consider with anica in particular, given her personality!
from anica’s about page:
Her skin is littered with scars; most being on her shoulders, back and feet. Near all have become faint over time and there is an ongoing internal debate - between pride and vanity - on how she feels about them.
that being said, let’s get to the map already!:
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template used is here pink = faded; centuries old, very pale red = easer to spot; risen and pinkish in colour orange = burns; also pale, whitish in colour
a knife to her inner left thigh to keep her from running too far for too long. a very real stab in the back to her left back from a boyar contesting rule in wallachia, when anica was in the wrong place at the wrong time. 
a scar on the back of her head shows an attempted beheading... yes, i said attempted. the blade both struck too high and got stuck. which is arguably a lot worse. anica’s back hairline sits just above this, and as such, she doesn’t have this story on show very often.
similarly failed attempts at dismemberment are sported on the back of her right hand (a good way to stop a diplomat back then was to get rid of her writing hand) and a few slices on her sides; failed bisections. she sports a few faint reminders of slashes on her higher back.
there are also the burns; on her right bicep and the soles of her feet. running barefoot across scorched earth and a couple of witch trials will do that to you. something sharp has also scarred her left ankle.
finally, there are several bullet wounds to mention; some newer than others. there’s about a century’s worth of time between them.
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dare-g · 1 year
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Metalosis Maligna (2006)
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the-spinnybois · 2 years
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Felix is dancing in the kitchen with Mary and I swear it’s the cutest thing you have ever seen (platonically)
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thewhitegrape · 2 years
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the thing about connor is that he’s just a guy. he’s not going to go in depth about drama that doesn’t directly involve him because it doesn’t matter! and it doesn’t!! but the problem with that is that he’ll never understand how a community led to forming a opinion about people like kaycetron, flori, or even ophelia. it involves so much context and digging to understand and no normal being will take that time to learn. if you do your seen as too invested in someone’s eyes, like connor.
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msmeiriona · 1 year
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