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themanicnami · 11 months

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💖Witchcraft Correspondence: Love💖

Love is one of the parts of life humans chase after in many ways. Not just in ways of romantic desire and sexual interactions but the love of family, friends and love of oneself. It is a common topic when it comes to magic and divination so with that - may this be an easy reference for all of you looking to incorporate love of any kind into your craft. Please note: this isn't every possible correspondence out there - this is more a quick reference guide. Happy witching~

💖Herbs for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Catnip, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Coriander/Cilantro, Clove, Damiana, Dill, Fennel, Ginger, Hawthorne, Hibiscus, Jasmine, Lavender, Lemon Balm, Meadowsweet, Myrrh, Parsley, Rose, Rose Hip, Rosemary, Saffron, Sage, Spearmint, Thyme, Vanilla, Valerian, Yarrow

💖 Flowers for Love: Aster, Baby's-Breath, Bleeding Heart, Carnation, Cherry Blossom, Daffodil, Geranium, Hyacinth, Iris, Jasmine, Lavender, Lilac, Orchid, Rose, Sunflower, Tulip

💖 Fruit for Love: Apple, Apricot, Avocado, Banana, Cherry, Cranberry, Fig, Guava, Lemon, Lime, Mango, Nectarine, Orange, Papaya, Passion Fruit, Pomegranate, Peach, Pear, Plum, Raspberry, Strawberry

💖 Vegetables for Love: Artichoke, Asparagus, Beet, Carrot, Celery, Cucumber, Endive, Leek, Lettuce, Onion, Peas, Pumpkin, Radish, Sweet Pea, Tomato, Zucchini

💖 Foods for Love: Chocolate, Pistachio, Rye Bread, Sugar (sweets), Wine

💖 Crystals for Love: Agate, Amber, Amethyst, Aquamarine, Carnelian, Emerald, Garnet, Green Aventurine, Kunzite, Lapis Lazuli, Malachite, Moonstone, Obsidian, Onyx, Pink Topaz, Pink Tourmaline, Pink Quartz (dyed), Rhodochrosite, Rhodonite, Tiger's Eye, Rose Quartz, Ruby

💖 Oils for Love: Anise, Basil, Bay, Birch, Cardamom, Clove, Ginger, Grapefruit, Jasmine, Juniper, Lemongrass, Lemon, Lime, Marjoram, Mints, Myrrh, Rose, Rosemary, Vanilla

💖 Incense/Scents for Love: Amber, Bamboo, Catnip, Cedarwood, Chamomile, Cinnamon, Dragon's Blood, Ginger, Jasmine, Lavender, Patchouli, Rose, Rosewood, Sandalwood, Vanilla, Ylang-ylang

💖 Colors for Love: Pink, Red, White, Orange, Purple, Gold, Silver

💖 Moon Phase for Love: New Moon, Waxing, Full Moon

💖 Day of Week for Love: Friday

💖 Elements for Love: Fire, Water

💖 Zodiac for Love Virgo, Taurus, Cancer, Leo, Gemini, Pisces

💖 Planets for Love: Venus, Moon

💖 Animals for Love: Beaver, Butterfly, Cow, Crane, Dolphin, Dove, Elephant, Flamingo, Hare, Horse, Ladybug, Lion, Lovebird, Owl, Penguin, Starfish, Swan

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random-fandom-inserts · 1 year

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Oswald

After your hippogriff injures his wing, you send a letter to your old friend Newt Scamander, asking for help. Will it spark up old feelings?

Newt Scamander x F!Reader

My first fic with him, so I apologize if it’s bad but for the release of Hogwart’s Legacy, I felt the need to try💖

He hasn’t seen or heard from you in years. Ever since you guys left Hogwarts, contact with each other kind of faded. You’ve been busy with magical beasts, like him, going to remote locations to do so, even discovering a new one. As a Ravenclaw, he knows that your studies matter before all else, but Newt hoped that you guys would keep some sort of contact.

Of course, he could’ve sent you something, but he was too nervous.

Newt had a crush on you back when you guys were fifth years. You seem to care for creatures just like he did. He’s always wanted to say something, but he was too shy. Then you guys grew up and Newt became busy with his own work. Right now, he was back in America after his brother pulled some tough strings to allow him to travel internationally again.

“What’ll it be this time Newt?” Jacob asked his friend from behind the counter. The magizoologist was in the bakery, leaning against the counter with his case by his feet. Deep in thought, he jumped a bit at the voice.

“O-Oh...just the usual, Jacob.” Newt said while also bending down to clip shut one of the locks on his case, which flipped open for a second,

“Oh come on. But that’s so boring.” The man before him tried to push Newt to get something else, anything that he has put more time into, but the wizard wouldn’t have it.

“My usual, please.” Newt said while flashing a tiny smile. Jacob just sighed before grabbing him a blueberry muffin. He grabbed the baked good and began to unwrap when the sudden sound of something hitting the window startled both him, Jacob, and every other customer in the building. Turning around, Newt recognized your owl sliding down the glass.

He quickly rushed outside, where your owl had come to its senses. The bird fluffed its feathers a bit as Newt offered his arm as a perch. The owl flew up there and landed, and that’s when the wizard realized there was a note tied to its leg.

With shaky hands, he undid and read the letter...

“Newt! Where are you going?” Jacob voiced when the wizard rushed back into the bakery and grabbed his suitcase before rushing out again. Your owl has since vanished.

“I need to get to Scotland.” Newt replied, not stopping his gait. As he left the store, Jacob continued to follow, mumbling “Scotland” under his breath with a confused face. However, as he was wondering about that, Newt was already far ahead of him.

“Wait! Newt! Aren’t you gonna pay-” Jacob called out, but Newt had pulled out his wand and apparated.

“...Never mind.” He then mumbled before walking back into his bakery, trying to calm the public down while also generating loud excuses as for what just happened...

Newt landed in a forest. Based on the smell and surrounding vegetation, he would say that he reached his destination. Your letter said that you would be in this area, so he began walking. It didn’t state much besides that you had an injured creature on your hands. He didn’t know what he would be walking into, but at least his case would have everything that he might need. A small chirp in his pocket made him look down to see a dazed and confused Pickett.

“Sorry about that Pickett. Nearly there I believe.” Newt said to the bowtruckle, looking down.

Around a half hour or so, Newt left the cover of the trees and found himself on a dirt path. Upon following it for a bit, he was led to a grassy clearing that had a broken-down wooden cabin and barn. But that wasn’t what caught his attention and stole his breath away.

An onyx-colored hippogriff was laying in front of the barn with you by its side, gently stroking its feathers.

“H-Hello Y/N...” Newt said nervously, catching your attention. You looked over at him and it stole his breath away. You were still just as beautiful as all those years ago if not more so.

“It’s good to see you again Newt.” You said softly, smiling a bit. The hippogriff next to you lifted its head, noticing the wizard. Newt set his case down and lowered his body slightly in a bow, but the hippogriff didn’t seem to care as it got to its feet and hissed at him.

“Oswald! Stop!” You shouted at the beast as he clawed at the ground. Newt bowed even more in hopes it would appease the hippogriff and keep it from attacking, remaining calm as he did so.

But as the hippogriff spread open his wings to show dominance, he squawked in pain before falling back to his feet, where you began to pet him again.

“What happened to him?” Newt asked, concern for your beast overtaking any nervousness he has around you. Upon further inspection, he realized that the hippogriff’s left wing was bent awkwardly. You scootched a bit so he could crouch down next to you.

Close to you.

“He likes to fly, but I can’t always be with him. One time when he went out, he didn’t return for a while. Finally came back, but on foot. I noticed the wing and how his behavior changed each time I touched it.” You explained to him, keeping Oswald calm as Newt examined it. Your hippogriff seemed to calm down, sensing now that you trust this man to help him.

“I’m not to good with injured beasts, especially wings, I thought that you would know what to do...and I knew it would be nice to see you again.” You said with a smile, petting Oswald’s flank as the hippogriff shut his eyes. Newt nearly stopped breathing at your words but managed to compose himself for the sake of the injured creature in front of him.

“Yes, me too, I also am...I mean, I do know how to help him.” Newt struggled with his words, causing you to giggle a bit and his face to flush red.

A bit of prodding and beak-snapping later, Newt managed to secure and set your hippogriff’s wing. Give him around a month or more, and he’ll be back up in the skies in no time. A broken wing was indeed the culprit.

“Oswald...is he yours?” Newt asked as he watched the hippogriff sniff and bite at the work that was done on his wing. You were shoving his head away each time but nodded to answer the question.

“I saved his life and in turn...he saved mine.” It was all that you told him, and Newt didn’t pry. He knows that look in your eyes because he’s had it himself. Oswald was taken by poachers, probably like some other hippogriffs that weren’t so lucky. Newt didn’t even want to imagine what he looked like before you saved him.

Perhaps you could tell him the full story some other time.

“Anyway, what’s been up with you?” Your tone changed from one of sad to one of joy, and the smile was back on your face. Newt has been waiting for a chance to catch up with you, and here it was. He told you all about his travels, America, and so forth. All the creatures he discovered, Pickett popping out to say hello at this point, making you giggle. In turn, you’ve told him how busy you’ve been exploring and studying creatures. He was eager to hear about the new creature you discovered. Tanukisunes (created by yours truly), name meaning something along the lines of “tricksters”, which resembled foxes with multiple tails while having beautiful navy blue fur. Apparently, they like to trick travelers and steal their belongings, guiding them off the path until they are utterly lost. But they aren’t cruel, guiding the lost traveler back to their path after they’ve had their fun-granted, with some items missing.

“Sounds like they’d get along well with my niffler.” Newt said and you laughed, nodding. The two of you then watched Oswald, who has now gotten on his feet, eyeing the both of you, but Newt in particular, this stranger who you seemed to trust.

You guys watched as the hippogriff took a couple steps forward. Ready to intervene, you stood up, Newt mimicking your actions. However, Oswald did something you weren’t expecting.

He bowed.

“It seems Oswald has taken a liking to you after all. Trusts you as much as I do.” You said softly to Newt, causing the wizard to smile to himself at your words. He seemed to shift on his weight as your hippogriff got to his feet. Newt was nervous about something he was going to ask.

“I-I’m happy to hear that about Oswald because...” He hesitated a bit, swallowing nervously.

“Yes?” You urged him gently. Oswald walked over and nudged his shoulder, encouraging the wizard slightly. Pickett poked his head out and began to chatter incoherently, trying to persuade Newt to speak up. He was grateful for the creatures, feeling comfort from their actions.

“Because it’s not safe out here, and...I think it would be best for me to keep an eye on Oswald...j-just until his wing heals so...maybe you could come with me? There’s room.” Newt offered before gesturing towards his case. He was expecting you to hesitate before saying you were too busy, but you just smiled.

“I was thinking the same thing.”

The smile that spread across his face was enough to make any woman’s heart soar. Pickett chattered in delight, causing you to give him an odd look with a smile. Newt covered up the bowtruckle and gently shoved him back in his pocket. Oswald nuzzled you and you pet his beak in response.

“You’re very sweet, you know that?” You told him with a blush on your face.

“It’s because of you Y/N...always.” Newt told you, smiling softly. Oswald gave you guys looks before swishing his tail a bit, wanting to get on his merry way with you guys. So, Newt opened his case, and the hippogriff took a running leap into it, disappearing inside the larger space hidden within. Relief went in you to know he was safe now.

“After you.” He said politely.

“Such a gentleman.” You teased lightly before going into the case. However, before you disappeared entirely, you gave him a kiss on the cheek.

“Thank you so much.” You whispered lovingly, and then you went in, the case clicking shut behind you.

Newt was glad you vanished because you missed the lovestruck smile that he couldn’t wipe off his face. And knowing that you might care for him back made him a bit giddy. However, he was mostly relieved to know that you and your hippogriff were safe and sound with him. It was creatures that introduced you guys to each other, and now it was creatures that brought you together again. In the end, maybe creatures will bring you guys together for good.

But for now, Newt knows he has to return to America, with you in tow this time.

He still has to pay Jacob for that muffin.

#fantastic beats and where to find them #fantastic beasts #fantastic beasts imagines #newt scamander #newt scamander x reader #newt scamander imagine

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violettduchess · 7 months

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Welcome back, Violett!! 💖 For the ikepri halloween costume challenge, may I request Chevalier + devil + spooky? 🤗 Hope you have a lovely week! 🥰

A/N: Here you are @skiagrafia! I really enjoyed this! I was inspired by a short story by Tumblr legend Neil Gaiman called "Other People." You can read it here

Chevalier x Reader

WC: 900

The wooden bench in the church is rough to the touch. The end of it is splintered and there are scratches in the wood of the pew in front of you. A shudder runs through your body as you wonder how they got there. They’re too small to be from any wild animal. Certainly too shallow to be a bear or anything like that.

In the distance, you hear a lone cry, a faint howl that momentarily chases away the silence of the church like a broom violently scattering cobwebs. But outside the windows there is only gray, a gloom that seems to have wrapped itself around the small building in the middle of the woods. It's latched onto the peeling paint and loose nails and clings, territorial.

You nervously pull at a hangnail on your index finger, pull until it comes right off, taking a sliver of skin with it. You frown as you stare at the angry red stripe on your finger. That should hurt. It doesn’t.

Biting the inside of your cheek, you glance back at the church's double doors. They are as scratched as the pews and look somehow heavier than they should. The iron hinges are shaped like tridents, their points wickedly sharp for something decorative. Uncomfortable, you turn away again, smoothing down the folds of your white skirt.

You know you’re meant to wait. But for what….?

You can’t quite remember. It’s that elusive scratching at your mind when you know that you know something but can’t for the life of you call it forth.

The howling sound breaks the silence again.

This time it is louder. Closer.

You pull on the ends of your sleeves, curling your fingers inwards to clutch the white material.

In front of you, the altar is cracked, a jagged line like black lighting running through the stone. The cross on the wall above it hangs crooked, as if it is considering letting go, allowing the fall to the tiled floor to do what it will.

A loud whooshing sound pulls your attention back to the church entrance. The wooden doors have opened and in steps the most beautiful man you have ever seen. Dressed from head to toe in pristine white, broad of shoulder, long of leg with a face that could make a person weep at its classical perfection. His hair is pale as bone and rising from his head are twin horns of curling onyx. Striking as all this is, it's his eyes which catch you attention the most, a piercing blue the color of cruel frost, of endless frozen skies. When he fixes his gaze directly upon you, it feels as if winter itself is blowing through your bones, sending a corkscrew of cold fear straight through your body.

He stops walking and looks down at you, where you are sitting on the pew bench, his expression smooth as polished glass.

“We must go.”

His voice sends another rush of cold through you and you feel yourself starting to shiver. You glance at the church doors, now wide open. All you can see is gray gloom. Impenetrable. Suffocating.

“Where?” How your voice shakes, how small it sounds.

Again a howl pierces the church. It is louder now than before.

The window panes of the church tremble.

His gaze remains steady, although there is now a glint of something in his eyes. Something sharp and bright.

“You know.”

You rise to your feet on legs that feel numb. The man starts back down the aisle, then turns when he sees the way you grip each wooden pew you pass, your body tilting like a willow in a violent storm. The grip of your fingers is so strong, your nails dig little half-moon crescents into the wood.

He pauses, waiting for you to catch up and then takes hold of your arm. Despite the black gloves, his touch feels as hard and cold as frozen iron. The cold rushes through you and you can barely walk for all of your quivering.

You are almost at the open doors, at the mouth of all that opaque gray.

“W-w-what’s out there?” Your voice is barely a whisper, a wisp of smoke on the precipice of fading.

You’ve reached the doorway; his hand is still on your arm. He turns his head, looking down at you with those eyes of the most unearthly, startling blue.

“Nothing,” he answers. “Absolutely nothing.”

And then he slings you forward, forcing you into the gray. A flap of your white skirt. The white of your wide eyes. And then you are gone, utterly and completely, swallowed by the nothing. No trace of you left except the frightened marks of your fingernails in the scarred wood of the pew.

He reaches down, tugging once on the edge of his black glove, making it fit perfectly again. He turns his artic gaze towards the gloom. A second later there is a rush of wind, a burst of turbulent energy that continues its howling as it enters the church. It shakes the windows, jostles the crooked cross on the wall, skims the broken altar before growing still.

Slowly a figure fades into view, another lost soul slumped forward in the wooden pew. It will need time before it awakens, notices its surroundings.

Just like you did.

Just like they all do.

And when it does, he’ll be there.

Silently as fog he steps outside the church, closing the heavy wooden doors behind him.

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depressed-simmer · 19 days

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Sim Dump - Infants, Toddler & Child #18

💖 💖 Thanks to all the creators that made this possible.

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#the sims 4 #ts4 #thesims4 #infantcc #sims 4 infants #infant cc #the sims 4 cc #ts4ccfinds #thesims4cc #ts4cc

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skyfallscotland · 18 days

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Before that, I was writing tooth-rotting fluff. So here 💖

“Don’t cry.” I comfort her as best I’m able, rocking slightly on the spot. “I’m sure daddy didn’t mean to yell.” The last few words are pointed, a scowl on my lips as I eye him critically, certain that’s who he must be. He’s the spitting image of her, or well, she is of him. He’s beyond gorgeous—windswept black hair, high cheekbones and full lips, and tawny brown skin covered in tattoos. His eyes are a gold-flecked onyx I’ve never seen before and I’d say he’s the most beautiful man I’ve ever seen, but…he just made his three year old daughter cry. He knows it too, judging by the way his face crumples as he reaches for her and she shies away. “It’s ok.” I try, brushing her hair back from her face as she releases a hiccuping sob. “I’m sure he’s sorry.” I glare venomously over her head, implying that if he isn’t already, he’s about to be.

#poor xaden #he's been a full time parent for (1) week #his daughter's just ran off and disappeared on a busy street #and now he has to deal with this bitch lol #and yes this is the illusive tattoo artist au friends #a (slow) wip #hurricane's wips

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starksbabie · 5 months

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i just saw this on my dash. it’s your birthday today?!?!?!?!?!??!!!!!!!

HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!!!!!!!!!

Awwwe Rach you are the absolute sweetest! My birthday was yesterday lol but I love all birthday wishes! Thank you for being such a wonderful Tumblr friend! Love you bunches!

#ask onyx #Rach 💖#Its my birthday

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chipsncookies · 5 months

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Have you ever thought of making an Explorer oc or explorersona?

Ok so this is not really my oc or sona, he exists in the show (but I'm sure he's actually different than what i designed so i think this counts as oc..?) recently i made a fan design for gibeon!!

Yes you can tell based on his hair i headcanon he's amethio's father lol.*

I think as a leader, Gibeon is, well he always seem cold and calculating, and he and Amethio are related to Lucius' friends** so he wants his son to continue whatever his/Explorers goal is (assert his right as descendants of Lucius' friends? Money? Power?) meanwhile as a father maybe he cares for Amethio but he's too caught up in his own ambitions that he forgets/doesn't realise his expectations for Amethio is putting pressure on him.

I headcanon he distances himself from Amethio in an effort to not coddle him, because he wants Amethio to grow on his own + not want to show favoritism among the Explorers members***, but he makes sure Hamber reports to him about the boy (we see Amethio communicates with him a lot). Even though Gibeon is not harsh with Amethio - removing him from the mission but did not scold or berate him like i expect a villain team leader would do - Amethio still feels the need to measure up to him. Which is made worse because he's in his emo teenage years (just look at him in the new op)

He doesn't have a good role model, he doesn't have people to confide to (well actually he has Zir and Conia but he doesn't talk to them about his feelings) and the rest of the Explorers are not really friendly with him either so he's kinda stuck, he feels he had no choice but to do things on his own.

I like to think that their family ties will be tested one day, with Amethio questioning if he's really worth to be a successor for Gibeon. Since episode 1 fans have noticed the different dynamics between amethio-explorers and liko-rvt, the former is cold and formal(?) meanwhile the latter is more organic and found-family like, therefore many people speculated amethio will join rvt and find that they treat him better (im in this camp and i want him to sing the pokerap)

*This is mainly based on my interpretation of Amethio's behaviour, how he really wants to get the pendant no matter what, it could be caused by him wanting to gain approval from his father. And during the first Explorers meeting, Amethio was physically present, suggesting he was near their headquarters compared to the others who joined virtually - suggesting closer ties? He's also not afraid of breaking rules by continuing to pursue the pendant even when gibeon officially removes him from the mission and he's not punished for it, compared to how Hamber (the butler) is more strict with Sango and Onyx.

***Also Amethio has his own personal grunts and a submarine meanwhile other members don't really have those (spinel only has a van lol).

**Hamber pretty much confirmed that Explorers have ties with Lucius (they were his friend), and Terapagos had a strong reaction to Amethio specifically??

This turned out really long im so sorry anon I'm obsessed about Explorers especially Amethio but thanks for asking!! 💖💖 I'm pretty sure a lot of these will turn out wrong but it's fun to speculate lolol

#pokemon #pokemon horizons #gibeon #amethio #team explorers #pokeani #chips's oc #asks #if he turned out not to be related to amethio i still hope he has a banger design #he cant lose to his underlings lol #my headcanons

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akirakan · 6 months

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"I've been meaning to do a post of this for a while, but it was still difficult since I still had hope and I didn't want to surrender.

I can't find any words to thank you for all the love you've given to Onyx Equinox. Even with 3 years with no announcement for a second season. But I think it's time to tell you that it won't be possible do to many reasons outside of my power.

Crunchyr*ll studio shutdown a few years after Sony's acquisition. And I have no power on the series. I wanted to give you music but it couldn't be. Also a comic. It's sad, but that's how the industry works. I still want to to give you details about how the series would move forward- and like that give some sort of conclusion to y'all.

Alas. I feel fortunate for having the opportunity to tell the story of Onyx Equinox as my debut as a showrunner. I hope OE inspires you to make your own stories! Keep supporting other mexican creators and help yourselves.

Again, thank you si much for all the support. We'll see each other again soon with a new story that I hope you'll like 💖

Sofi"

Sofia Alexander officially confirms that a second season -or any sort of continuation- of Onyx Equinox won't happen.

#Onyx Equinox #Sofia Alexander #Izel #Zyanya #Yun #K'in #Xanastaku #Yaotl

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squidthesquidd · 1 year

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How aboooouuut...... Gem! AU boys??

yeS!!!! gem au!!!! emmet and Ingo fusion :DDDDDD !!!! i call them Emigo!!!

pretty sure its canon that the more compatible gems are with each other, the more “normal” their fusion will look. this is why garnets only odd feature is the third eye, but looks normal otherwise, and malachite is some hand centaur monster thing. so!!! Emmet and Ingos fusion is verrrry normal looking! two arms two legs two eyes! the only thing that's kinda odd is that they have no visible pupils, cus the gems in their eyes kinda took them over

familial soulmates my beloved 💕💖💕💘💕💖💘

My original design of their fusion had four arms, but it kinda made it too cluttered since I already had the split color outfit going on :/ so two arms it is!!!

anywayyyy, Emmet and Ingos fusion is called ‘True onyx’! cus their two halves of the onyx that was supposed to form finally come together!

True onyx is verrrrry emotional, and expressive to an almost cartoonish extent! They are curious about everything but also seem to have an unfiltered knowledge of everything around them. its kinda weird

Speaking of unfiltered, True onyx has no speaking filter whatsoever. They always say whatever comes to their mind no matter the situation

and a verrrrry important thing about them is that they are verrry stimmy!!! theyre always stimming!!! flappy hands and rocking back and forth and making little noises always!!!! verrry important!!!!!!!!

Edit: someone asking about their weapon in that tags so heres a post where i talk about that :> its at the bottom!!

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penelopetheconartist · 4 months

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Rafael wedding hcs? 💖✨

Yuuuussssssssssss. These are quite sporadic but I hope you enjoy these!

He tears when he sees how gorgeous farmer looks. And it's incredibly fucking cute. Farmer got him an onyx ring made and Rafael made an onyx ring for the farmer. Also, crafted 2 matching chains because he and farmer are always working with hands and rings gets uncomfortable. 🥺 He liked wearing the gloves because farmer didn't have to suffer his sweaty hands during the ceremony 🤣 In the game there isn't a reception party which makes me sad a lil but I'm gunna make up one. Pablo does convince him that karaoke needs to be at the party. Rafael doesn't care either way. Because Raf loves farmer so much he forgets about being shy for at least a few minutes and enjoys tf outta the dance floor. Fall or spring wedding. Because he's thoughtful about all the people he knows who don't like the cold. Also, it'd be outdoor reception at the lake. After a dance or 2 he definitely takes farmer away from the crowd so they can have a moment just to themselves before they go back to the farmhouse for a delightful night. 100% makes a sick weapon as a wedding gift. Sanchez parents come to the wedding and are pleasant AF and he feels seen by them too. Yes, it's an incredible day for farmer to marry the love of their life but Rafael never felt so real as he did on his wedding day. Jokes on him he's going to feel even more real when he becomes a dad. He is relieved to have the karaoke so the attention does eventually go to other people. Once ppl stop eating, he and farmer hangout and watch everyone with the cake and 2 forks. To decompress after the festivities, he suggests a cheesy horror movie and he and farmer don't finish before they consummate tf outta their marriage. The movie stays on the DVD menu all night cuz there is much coitus. They restart the movie in the am with more leftover cake.

#coral island #deanne says things #coral island rafael #coral island headcanons #deanne answered an anon #anon ask

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request. @twisteddaydreams1135 asked: Could you possible do 'outside your window' with Byakuya Kuchiki? NS F W or SFW totally your choice hon! Hope you're doing well! I forgot to add gender to that requeat, but female preferrably. 😅 tw. sfw. it might have a bittersweet ending. it's magical, and yes, you can say he was in his gigai or maybe it was when he passed away from this world to become a soul in the ss... take it as you wish... 💖 wc. 2k masterlist.

This is the story of a lonely girl, and her magic cherry blossom tree.

Through her windows, she scanned the candy cotton clouds pass. Her hand under the pillow, her legs pressed against her chest. Things were done, her job, her hobbies too. But, she couldn’t think of anything further. She would lay there waiting for something that she never thought it would come.

For some reason, even if the rest of the streets had beautiful blossomed sakura trees none could grow right in front of her home. She tried, on and on. But, those would die. She never saw the pink rain of spring outside her window. And, spring was coming. Should she try just one last time?...

“One last time. For one last time I will try, and, if there is a little tree by the next year I will be happy” you say, getting ready to buy the most beautiful cherry blossom little tree to plant right in front of the door of your home.

The sound of the little bell chimes when you open the door of the flower shop. “Hi?” you ask, feeling the atmosphere heavy and nothing fresh like it always feels when entering those shops.

“Hi, welcome to the… flower shop” the florist says, you had never enter here, and you wonder why you haven’t done it before. The most handsome man stands behind the counter, his pale countenance, with dark sky-blue orbs, receives longer onyx locks of straight hair.

You find him not only cute because of his looks, but, because of how awkwardly he welcomed you to “the flower shop”. A subtle giggle abandons your lips as you walk closer to him.

“Thank you, sir. I was thinking perhaps you have a baby sakura tree?” you ask, kindly, and perhaps a little ashamed. Everybody knows that nothing grows in front of your home. You even thought of having a demon or something that eats the trees.

He widens his beautiful sharp eyes when the name sakura comes out of your mouth, and a subtle smirk garnishes his lips.

“I do… yes. Please, come inside the vivarium. You should pick one” he solemnly says, before turning around so dramatically to your likings. He is indeed pretty weird. Not to mention he is wearing a black yukata in the middle of the city and a fancy looking mint scarf around his neck.

You follow him to the back part of the flower shop, it’s all well put up, and it feels humid. However, it seems like there is no air there, and your chest feels a little closed. But, why is that? There are living plants there, and, why is that man so nonchalantly walking around? He doesn’t feel it? Your heart has been asleep for a long time now, but, it never hurt whenever you saw a handsome man before.

“Pink or white?” he asks, all of a sudden scaring you away. You were so into your thoughts you didn’t listen at first.

You scan both little trees, they are barely a meter tall, and they look really healthy. You always wanted a pink one, but, what if that was the problem? Maybe that was the reason why they keep dying.

“So… I have a problem sir. You see, every time I plant one they do not grow and the tree ends up dying. I’m known as “the woman whose trees never grow” by my noisy neighbours… I always wanted a pink petals one, but, maybe that’s the reason they die” you confess, for some reason he feels like an understanding florist.

“It has nothing to do with the colour, maybe your home doesn’t receive the perfect amount of sun, or water. These are very delicate trees to grow, I can help you if you would like me to” he mumbles, calmly but hiding himself behind his long bangs when offering you help.

You smile, of course you would like some help. It’s all you want, after all. You were thought to be able to solve everything on your own, but, growing this type of tree has been impossible to you.

“Yes, please sir! I’d love to!” you chime, excited. A little too excited.

He takes a look at you from the side, scanning you in silence up and down. You can’t quite identify what he is feeling right then. Cringe? Happiness? Annoyance?

“Alright, I’ll be there at 6 pm. I’ll help you plant the tree, and don’t worry I will take it there with me” he murmurs, with soft yet deep voice. You smile with your eyes, you know, those smiles that aren’t just for courtesy but of pure joy.

Before leaving the store, and after paying and giving him your address, you stop at the door. “Uh, sir? I didn’t ask for your name” you ask, even if for some reason you are sure you know his name from somewhere else.

His delicate hands fixes his white apron, his pale lips pronounce “Byakuya”.

You nod and walk away, the jiggle of the doorbell sounds like a sweet melody, and before you could close the door something catches your attention; a beautiful black butterfly comes inside as you leave.

“Ah, why everything feels so magical here?” you say to yourself, leaving the place with a renewed energy, asking yourself if perhaps falling in love feels this way…

The clock hands never were so slow. You find yourself bouncing your leg while sitting in your room. And despite you never thought a man -a strange- would make you so anxious, you really want to see him again.

You try to stay occupied until then, and, maybe the blush you apply to your cheeks was just a coincidence…

When the hour comes, you hear the bell ringing exactly at 6 o’clock. You are surprised at how prompt he is by looking at him from your window. It’s on the second floor, so you take some time to see how pretty he is bathed by the orange light of the sunset.

“Coming down, Byakuya-san!” you announce when you think it’s been enough of you looking at him. You wave, and when he looks up he doesn’t smile, but his eyes do. You are sure they do.

Tripping over one of your slippers, you almost fall but you don’t care and keep walking. When you safely arrived at the door, you take a big gasp of air. Again, that oppressive feeling surrounds you just when you are close to him. “it should be his handsomeness” you joke before opening up.

When you do, the orange sunrays blind you for some seconds. So movie like, he is surrounded by warm light, and his long hair plays with the wind gust that filters through your door.

“Byakuya-san. Hello” you welcome him, realizing he has no tree on his arms nor a van you could see parked in front of you door.

“Hello, (Name). I’m here to help you with the cherry blossom” he says, always so serious and solemn. You try to understand which tree is he gonna help you with, if you can’t see any.

“Uh, ok… but, where is the tree?” you ask, you had to. But he doesn’t answer, and instead he pulls you out from your hand. It is soft and delicate, but definitely dominant.

He walks to the nude spot of ground that’s surrounded by tiles. “So, here it is where is gonna be?” he murmurs to himself, while he still has his fingers around your wrists.

“Byakuya-san? Is everything ok?” you whisper, at this point a little worried for your own safety and curious about what is he going to do with no tree.

He hums, looking at you and then again to the spot of humid land. He lets go of your hand, and soon reaches for something inside his black yukata.

A little bag with a peanuts like things is all he has. You frown, you paid for a full tree, not seeds. However, you let him do whatever he wants to.

His pale, a little veiny hands, work hard to carve a little spot and put the tiny seeds inside it. He covers them with utmost care and turns around while still crunching on the ground.

“I have planted a special tree. By far more special than the one you chose. It’s a variety called “Senbonzakura”, and it should be able to blossom despite any conditions. It’s strong as the will of those who plant it, so have faith in him. He will blossom with sharp petals”

You frown, you are sure you have listened to that name before. “A thousand cherry blossoms?” you ask, confused.

He nods, pleased, maybe even proud of his unrequested change. But you have trust in him for some reason and he said it’s gonna blossom despite anything, so let it happen.

“What should I do from now on?” “Just have faith in him…” “Him?”

Byakuya didn’t give you much explanation, he is probably that way in every area of his life, but you wished he could have stayed a little longer. As soon as he planted the seed, he went away, and, the pressure in your chest suddenly disappeared…

Some days passed, and, not even a little sprout came from the seeds. “It’s only natural, this tree won’t grow” you keep thinking, losing the faith Byakuya asked you to have in it.

However, there was still a little light inside of your eternal night, that made you look outside your window once in a while to see if there are any showings of the little tree growth.

Every now and then, your mind play tricks on you, and as you look you could swear you see him walking by. In those little glimpses, you see Byakuya wearing a more flowy garment than the one he was actually wearing at the flower shop, and, exactly like the butterfly you saw that day, the fabric would flow like their wings with the soft breeze of April. It’s not only the imagery, but also the same pressure in your chest, and, the smell of fresh flowers too.

“I must be having hallucinations” you tell yourself, softly slapping your cheeks while you look at yourself in the mirror. You conclude it’s probably just the need to see him, you really want to… “Should I pay him a visit?”

And so, you do.

You walk downtown with a smile on your cheeks, thinking of any silly excuse to see him again. “I will buy a bouquet of flowers, even if he knows he isn’t my nearest flower shop…” But, no excuse will be said when you arrived at the door of such store.

A permanently closed, old building raises in front of you. How could it be? Barely a week ago you were there. You scratch your head; you start considering the hallucinations theory.

You turn around, asking a short woman with a red haired man carrying a little red haired girl in his arms. “Excuse me? Did the flower shop here closed? What-?” you ask, still confused.

The short woman of purple shiny eyes smiles kindly. “It’s been closed since forever! Why?” she asks. “Uh, no- nothing. Thank you!” you tell her back, even more confused -and pretty sad, where is Byakuya? Had he been a product of your imagination, then?

You come back, and before entering your home, you crunch next to the spot where he planted the Senbonzakura seeds. You discover a tiny sprout coming out of the earth; you can feel the same pressure you feel over your chest whenever he was close to you…

You smile, and go inside… it’s late, maybe tomorrow will be different.

A soft caress wakes you up, as delicate as those pale hands. Your eyes slowly open, and the first thing they could see is pure pink. Focusing, you notice what is grazing against your cheek is a single dark brown branch covered in pink petals coming from outside your window.

You stand up running, discovering the tallest, most beautiful, cherry blossom tree standing right in front of your home… when did it grow- what- what is this?

Taking a moment to admire such miracle, you delicately, barely touching, enjoy the most beautiful bud growing from that branch. And, when you do, you could feel that pressure, and a low, deep voice whispering…

“I had to leave… But, I will take care of you with my thousand flowers until it’s time for us to meet again…”

“I’ll be waiting, Byakuya-san… 💖🌸”

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