Tips for the urban witch #1: herbs and flowers

Hi everyone! 🌿🌱🍃🌸

As a witch living in a studio apartment in a big city, sometimes I miss being surrounded by nature and fields to pick herbs and flowers for my spells. Luckily, there are still lots of very common but powerful plants that can be easily spotted in city parks and even just growing on the side of the streets. 
I went to a local park today and I found so many interesting things!
The herbs I picked are very common in my area (northern Italy) but I’m sure they are also very easy to find all over Europe and in many other parts of the world. 

🌸  Here’s what I found… 🌸

  • Ornithogalum umbellatum (“Star of Bethlehem”): it can be used to help deal with severe trauma and emotional stress, and it helps to recover from grief, accidents and scary experiences. 
  • Lamium purpureum (“Purple Dead Nettle”, “Red Archangel”): this herb is connected to the Archangel Michael. It can help recover strength and happiness in times of challenge, and to overcome obstacles.
  • Veronica Agrestis (“Eyes of the Madonna”): since I was a kid, I’ve always been fascinated with these flowers. In Italian folklore, it is said that these flowers are the eyes of Mary, that stare upon us to protect us and guide us. These tiny, blue flowers are incredibly powerful in protection against harm and injustice. But be careful: never use this flower for hexing or for hurting someone else.
  • Glechoma hederacea (“Ground Ivy”): this flower is very powerful in protection against evil magick and psychic attacks. Using this herb will help you in identifying other witches and will help you reveal who is using negative magick against you.
  • Geranium molle (”Vulgar geranium”): these tiny purple flowers are traditionally used as a painkiller in folk medicine. In magick, they can be used to bring calm and peace and to help let go of painful feelings and experiences. 
  • Prunus serrulata ( “Japanese cherry tree”): in these weeks, lots of pink flowers fall from these beautiful trees, covering the earth beneath them in soft, pink carpets. These trees are very common in city parks because of their scenographic beauty. You can pick the fallen flowers while they’re still fresh. Because of their fleeting beauty, they represent the transience of life and can be used in spells to encourage you, or someone else, to “seize the day” and find the courage to act, especially in love matters.
  • Potentilla reptans (“Cinquefoil”, “Five-finger grass”): I was very surprised to see how common this powerful herb is. It’s commonly used in hoodoo to bring good luck and wealth. The five points of the leaf represent love, money, health, power, and wisdom. It’s ideal for success in business and studies. The flowers may also be used in spells to attract money.

🍃  Preservation 🍃
To preserve the colour and properties of these tiny flowers and delicate herbs, I suggest putting them between paper towels and pressing them using heavy books, or using a flower press.  

🌿  Safety 🌿
Even though most of these plants are edible, if you picked them in a city park or in any urban area I wouldn’t suggest eating them or using them in tea for safety and hygienic reasons.

Happy spellcasting! 

Astrea 💎🌸🌙


This is that fic I was talking about the other day, the one I wasn’t sure I wanted to post. I ended up writing TWO similar but distinct fics (different POV, different ending) based on the premise of this fic because I just kept tinkering with it, so this is the second version. The first one… idk, maybe I’ll toss it or maybe I’ll post it later for the curious among you.  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Sterek high school AU, G, 1.7k words

Stiles thinks Scott is joking at first, mostly because he’s laughing so hard he can barely get the words out. “There’s a guy backstage asking for you by name. He’s got flowers.”

Stiles rolls his eyes and goes back to wiping the lipstick off his mouth. After four performances, he can get in and out of the dress and the wig in no time flat. He can even walk in heels without too much wobbling. But the lipstick? Bane of his existence. It still takes him a good five minutes of careful wiping and rubbing with petroleum jelly, and even then his mouth always has this odd orangish-coral tinge by the time he goes home for the night. By that point he’s usually too frustrated by the whole thing to even begin to bother with cleaning off the mascara.

Thank god this is closing night, and in a minute they can all go out for tacos and Stiles can set to work forgetting about lipstick for the rest of forever.

Scott’s still hovering at the door, anticipatory. “I think he likes you. Like, like-likes.”

“Ha ha,” Stiles says flatly. He tilts his head to the left and then to the right in front of the mirror, angling his face up into the lights. “Do you think I got it all?”

Scott gives him a careless glance. “Yeah, sure. Looks fine. But no, seriously, the girl who sells the tickets told me he’s shown up to every single performance.”

Scott isn’t joking. He’s laughing at Stiles (and okay, if their positions were reversed, Stiles would totally be laughing at Scott, too), but he isn’t joking. Fuck. Not even Stiles’ dad has come to every performance. 

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Zingiber spectabile, Zingiberaceae

Plants from tropical areas have some of the most incredible and spectacular flowers, mostly due to the high level of biodiversity and strong competition that occur there, but the inflorescences of the beehive ginger are really amazing to look at. This very large perennial from SE Asia is hardly contained in one of the glasshouses at Glasgow Botanic Gardens and I’ve never seen somebody walking by it without stopping to take a good look! 

As you can see from the photos (I tried to take some kind of macro shot with a hand-held lens I use for identification) the small, true flowers emerge one by one from the fleshy, yellow bracts that make the structure look almost like a beehive. The bracts can vary in colour, from yellow to pink and red, sometimes changing as they age. It can be grown in a container, where it won’t grow to full size, but under the right conditions it will flower. I have tried to grow some store-bought common ginger (Zingiber officinale) last year, and it grew better than I expected, but still I don’t have the space to make it very successful, so I’ll leave growing Zingiberaceae for the moment and I’ll just enjoy observing them at the Gardens. The rhizomes of both species are used for their pungent and spiced flavour, but in a Western grocery store you will definitely never find beehive ginger. 

 My ginger growing in a bonsai pot and humidity tray last November

anonymous asked:

is peter in the supernatural au? does tony adopt the spiderling without knowing he was supernatural? does this make steve and bucky even more protective?

Peter is an intern at Stark Industries who Tony expects to go far. Tony is smitten with this kid. Tony wants to help him bloom into an incredibly intelligent and beautiful flower.

“I hate him,” Natasha decides.

Peter is an intern at Stark Industries who Tony expects to find dead.

(He understands when a piece of equipment starts to fall on a couple of Tony’s scientists and then suddenly the equipment is webbed to the wall and Peter has his arm extended. He looks embarrassed. “Please don’t fire me!” “First of all it’s illegal to fire you for being a supernatural creature and secondly why would I fire you for saving the lives of my genius scientists who are apparently dumb enough not to make sure all equipment is secured?”)

((“Wait why do you hate me?” Peter asks Natasha with wounded eyes. Natasha wrinkles her nose at him. “All female arachnids hate male arachnids.” “Even during mating?” Peter asks, horrified. Natasha raises an eyebrow. “Why do you think we eat so many of our former mates?” Peter screams.))

(((Tony stares at Natasha as she files some paperwork. “Do you actually hate Peter?” “Psh, no,” Natasha scoffs. “Who could hate that little weirdo? I just don’t want him to think that female spiders liking him is normal. He’s too cute to be eaten.” “Aw,” Tony says. “That’s really creepy, Natasha.” “Yeah, well,” Natasha replies, and then doesn’t expand.)))

Flower Crown


Hulk x Reader

Summary: It’s spring time and that can only mean one thing… Flower crowns!

Warnings: Just ridiculous fluff and gentle giant Hulk

I do not profess to be any good at fluff, angst is more my comfort zone. But how many angst Hulk fics already exist? Basically I tried and therefore should not be criticised XD

Y/N sat at the table, singing to herself as she weaved together the stems of the various sunflowers she had piled up on the table. Now that it was spring she had seen the most beautiful flowers bloom and she couldn’t contain herself. She loved flowers. She loved the colours, the smells, the varieties. She just loved them!

“You can learn a lot of things from the flowers~ For especially in the month of June~

She took care to cut and prune each stem carefully, she made sure to choose only the best sunflowers. No missing or bent petals. She wanted it to be perfect.

“There’s a wealth of happiness and romance, alllll in the golden afternoooooon~”

She finished weaving the crown and delicately pulled the rings tight, making sure they were connected and tight. She held it up triumphantly and grinned at her work. Now all she had to do was wait until-

“We’re back!” Steve called out as Y/N heard the whoosh of the elevator doors. She stood excitedly, carrying her flower crown as she made her way to the main lounge area. Steve was talking to Tony, no doubt giving him the details of their mission, her attention however landed on Hulk and she smiled.

“Hulk!” She called as she made her way over to him.

He turned towards her, hearing his name and his scowl slightly lightened up when he saw her.

“I made you this!” She proudly held up the sunflower flower crown.

Hulk craned, bowing his head and allowing Y/N to place the crown on his head. The large flowers looked small in comparison to Hulk’s size, that was one of the reason she chose sunflowers! That and they represented happiness and it never hurt to extend that towards a grump like Hulk.

Clint, who was sitting on the couch playing video games, let out a bellowing laugh.

“Pffft did she make one of those dumb flower crowns again!? You know they just die in a week there’s no… point…” Clint trailed off as he suddenly felt a foreboding presence behind him, he paused his game and turned around, gulping as he saw the hulk glare down at him.

“Got a problem?” Hulk said in a low and dangerous voice.

Clint wondered how someone could still be terrifying while wearing a flower crown as a chill ran down his spine.

“No, no! Not me? Pfft no way, I’m actually… JEALOUS! Yeah jealous that she hasn’t made me one. That’s why I… Lashed out.” He glanced over at Y/N and waved at her with a twitching grin. “Sorry Y/N! You know l didn’t mean it!” He laughed nervously while mentally pleading Hulk wouldn’t kill him.


Hulk stalked away and Clint heaved a sigh, leaning into the couch. He made a mental note only to tease Y/N when big green wasn’t around.


Not only are weeds delicious and useful, they can also help us gauge the properties of soil. Look out for the following when deciding what to plant where.

Witch Thumb: A crooked, thorny vine that grows in sandy soil. Plant drought-hearty curses here, you are not likely to see rain very often. Thumbs reproduce quickly and are often used as soil testers to get an idea of the overview of social composition.

Lich Flowers: Incredibly rare and equally dangerous, lich flowers are small, green plants that creep deep into the ground and develop massive root networks. Growing in serene, unspoiled areas with good soil drainage and high levels of nutrients, they are often the initial bane to corrupt an area. Their influence often cuts their own lives short but opens channels for future repugnant plant life. When an area’s positive energy is used up, the lich flower’s base will die, leaving seeds to return when conditions once again favor ripe for degradation.

Raven Black Mushrooms: Tall and fuzzy, these fungi grow in areas of great necromantic power. Ghasts eat them on sight, so they do not last long in cemeteries. Look for them in caves and hard to reach places that have seen death often.

The Florist.

A/N: I’ve always wanted to do a florist AU 😅 so here it is! I was watching ‘The Sign Of Three’ and saw the perfect opportunity to write this one shot!

I hope you all enjoy! 😁

You finished hand-tying a bunch of peonies together when the bell above the door dinged and the door opened. You looked up to the door with a smile, pleasantly surprised seeing a regular face pop through the door.

“Hello Greg,” you smiled and walked over to a bunch of flowers that were lying in a water bucket “Your usual.” You smiled and handed them over to him.

A bunch of sunflowers, wrapped in brown paper and tied with purple string.

“Thanks Y/N,” he took them with a smile before handing you over a fistful of money to pay for them “See you next week!” He turned in his heel and left again.

You watched him curiously as he left, he was such a peculiar customer. Each week he’d come in-Monday at half five to be exact-and buy a bunch of sunflowers. You assumed for his wife, husband, girlfriend, boyfriend…anyone who held a special place in his heart.

Your heart sank at the thought of him going home and surprising the person he loved with those flowers. It made you jealous. Over the past year Greg has been coming into your shop you had grown fond of him.

More than fond…

He was charming and smart and funny. After the first few weeks he cracked his first plant pun. You remembered it as you brushed your fingers over an aloe vera plant. You could hear Greg’s voice in your head as he held it to your face and said “Aloe there Y/N,” to you with a large grin.

You smiled to yourself and went back to bunching up bouquets of flowers. The door opened again “Hello Y/N!”

You glanced up from arranging the peonies “Hi Mary,” you wiped your hands on your apron and walked around to hug her “How’s it going?”

“Stressful!” She let out a half laugh “But I know there’s one thing not to be stressed about…” she trailed off and gave you a knowing look. You rolled your eyes with a smile and motioned her to follow you through to the back.

You grabbed your order book and various photos, playing them out in a table, brushing away the stray leaves and cut stems. “So I was thinking about these,” you showed her a picture of white roses “For the groomsmen. I can add a hint of lilac because I know those are the sort of colours your going for.”

“And it’s the colour of your bridesmaid dress…” she smirked “Which you have a fitting for next Monday so remember that.”

“I will,” you smiled and glanced back down to choose a bridal bouquet.

“I’d like a flower crown too! Can I get it attached to my veil?” Mary batted her eyelashes at you and you couldn’t say no to your best and longest friend.

“I’ll see what I can do,” the smile on your face grew larger as she squealed with delight, jumping up and down on the spot.

She engulfed you in a hug, almost tackling you to the floor “Thank you so, so, so much!” She pecked your cheek “You’re making everything so perfect!”

“Anything for my best friend,” you winked and pulled back “So I’ll go ahead and order various white, cream, lilac and yellow flowers. I’ll set them up the day before.”

“John, Sherlock and I will help. I know you’ll order tonnes!”

“Me?!” You dramatically gasped “That’s outrageous!” You smirked “Instead of ordering a large forest I’ll order a small one.” Mary let out a giggle and thanked you again before she had to leave.

You walked her out and returned to your flowers again.

You fidgeted about on the spot, constantly looking up to the clock and working out in your head how long it would take you to get from the bridal shop to your flower shop. It would take ten minutes in a cab if you changed quickly and left within the next five minutes.

“I really have to go Mary. Look the dress fits me and it’s beautiful!” You stepped off the podium and rushed to the changing room. Mary came after you and knocked on the door.

“Why are you so desperate to get back to the shop?” She asked.

“I have a customer coming that can’t miss their order…” you trailed off and slipped on your top and jeans, opening the door and handing the bridesmaids dress to Mary “See you soon, yeah?” You pecked her cheek and Mary nodded in agreement before you rushed out the door.

You hailed a cab and thankfully you managed to get back to the shop just as you saw Greg walking up the street. “Thanks!” You uttered to the cab driver and handed over the correct change.

You burst out the cab, almost right into Greg’s arms “Sorry!” You straightened yourself up “Sorry!”

“It’s alright!” Greg reassured with a smile “You look like you’ve been dragged through a hedge or something!” He giggled and despite you being flustered, you smiled.

“Yeah I was just at a dress fitting. My best friend is getting married and I’m a bridesmaid.” You opened the shutters to the shop and walked in with Greg. “I tried to get back in time for you.”

“I would have waited even if you weren’t here…” he trailed off in a low tone and you looked over your shoulder to him, surprised to see him looking at you. You grabbed the bunch of sunflowers that you had prepared in advance. “Thank you, perfect as always.”

“Nothing less for my best customer!” You chirped before going a little wide eyed. Did you just flirt with him?

You quickly handed them over to him “Thanks Y/N, sorry you had to rush back for me.”

You could hear the guilt lacked in his voice and placed a hand on his forearm “No, don’t feel bad,” you noticed where your hand was and quickly whipped it away “It’s not a problem.”

Greg nodded with a grin on his face and turned to leave. He suddenly stopped and your eyes widened ever so slightly, he turned and inhaled a gulp of air as if he was about to announce something grand but all he could nervously utter out was a ‘Thanks again’ before turning to rush out the door.

You tossed up a handful of confetti in the air with a smile over Mary and John. Mary looked over to you with a wide smile and extended her arms you walked over to her and she engulfed you in a hug “You’ve outdone yourself! The flowers are incredible! You also made me a flower crown!” She squealed with delight. “Thank you Y/N, I mean it.” Mary kissed your cheek and smiled widely “Come on you’re getting a photo with me!”

She said it in a tone that you knew you couldn’t refuse. She wrapped an arm around you and you smiled at the camera before that smile fell when you saw a familiar silver-haired man in the distance in a blue suit standing next to another man and a woman who was beautifully dressed in an outfit that was similar to a sunflowers petal.

She must have been the one receiving the flowers every week.

“You okay?” Mary noticed how quick you changed your fallen expression to a fake smile.

“Yeah! Course!” You assured a bit to o enthusiastically.

“Y/N…” she trailed off almost warningly “You can’t hide things from me. What’s wrong?”

“I’ll tell you later. Promise.” Mary nodded and you helped her with her dress as you moved from outside into the reception hall. You sat beside her at the top table. You caught sight of Greg again sitting beside the woman you saw earlier. Sighing, you picked up your wine glass and downed the rest that was in it.

Greg found himself sipping on a pint and chatting away to Mrs Hudson “Its been such a lovely day hasn’t it?” She gushed “John and Mary are such a beautiful couple! I’m sure you’ll be in a situation like this soon Greg!” She warmly smiled and Greg nodded with a thin smile. He wasn’t so sure. “The bridesmaids are in such a lovely colour. I’m sure Mary said one of them did all the flower arrangements for today. She must have been rushed off her feet, they are phenomenal!”

Greg looked at the flowers on the middle of the table and his eyes slowly moved up to the top table. His mouth fell open and he almost dropped his pint. “Y/N…?” He whispered so quietly that not even Mrs Hudson heard him.

“So are you going to tell me what that little moment was earlier?” Mary pried.

You let it a sigh and played with your napkin nervously between your fingers “You know that customer I was telling you about? The one that comes in every Monday for sunflowers?”

“Yes…?” Mary trailed off, waiting for you to continue.

“He’s right over there, in the blue suit.” You discreetly looked over and Mary did the same. She let out a gasp and a delighted squeal, attracting attention to herself and you slid down in your seat slightly, covering your reddening face.


“Shhh! You’re making it obvious!” You whispered.

Mary smiled and lightly chortled “Oh this is so good! Are you going to ask him for a dance?”

“What no!” You sat upright in your seat again “He’s with his-”

“-No one,” Mary nudged you slightly and your brows knitted together.

“What? What do you mean by no one?”

“Greg didn’t bring anyone with him,” Mary’s smirk almost said it all.

You looked over to him again “But the girl sitting next to him-”

Mary cut you off again “-Is a friend. That’s Molly, she’s with Tom. The one with the curly hair.”

Your heart raced and you felt a burst of hope run through your veins “You’re sure he’s not with or seeing anyone? I don’t want to make a complete fool of myself…”

“I am one thousand percent sure. Talk with him after dinner, ask him to dance! You never know where the night might lead to…” Mary suggestively wiggled her eyebrows “His bedroom maybe…”

“Mary!” You gasped and tried your best to put on a scolding voice but ended up in a fit of giggles with her. “Yeah,” you bit down on your lip and looked up to him again without him noticing “I think I’ll talk to him later.”

That moment almost never happened. Sherlock, being the genius that he is, managed to solve a murder. Solve a murder at a wedding? It certainly didn’t conform with tradition. Greg had to leave to arrest the man but he arrived back after an hour.

“I thought it was you…”

You turned on the spot and bashfully smiled “Hi Greg,” he walked up to you “Interesting day huh?” Greg shared a laugh with you before it died down in your throat.

It remained silent for a minute, the only noise you could hear was the muffled music coming from the reception hall. Greg cleared his throat “You here with anyone?”

“No,” you shook your head “Mary did ask if I wanted to bring a plus one but I didn’t have anyone to bring…” you trailed off and nervously chewed the inside of your lip.

“Me too,” Greg mentioned as if it was nothing.

“It was funny actually,” you began your confession with a trembling chuckle “I thought you were here with the woman in the yellow dress sitting next to you.”

“Molly? Oh no, she’s with Tom. Just a friend of mine. Mrs Hudson, the woman who was sitting next to me, said you did all the flower arrangements.”

You nodded “Yeah I did. Mary has been my longest friend. Even had the request to make her a flower crown. I couldn’t say no!” It went quiet again and you broke the silence “Your order is ready for Monday.”

“Oh the flowers! Of course!” Greg smiled and gently rocked back and forth from the balls of his feet to his heels with his hands behind his back. “W-w-would you like to take a walk with me?”

You silently nodded and followed him outside into the gardens and beyond in a comfortable silence. The sun was setting and the sky looked like it was on fire with the hues of yellow and orange and red mingling together above your head. You subconsciously raised a brow noticing that you were walking back into where John and Mary married a few hours ago. You noticed a few headstones scattered about before gently bumping into Greg as he came to a sudden stop. “Oh sorry!”

“That’s alright,” he sent you a reassuring smile.

You looked to where he was looking. His attention was focused on a small black marble headstone with a bunch of sunflowers by it. “My mum loved them…” he trailed off and you placed a hand on his forearm.

“I’m sorry…” you softly whispered. Feeling almost guilty at assuming the flowers were for a significant other.

“It’s alright,” he turned to you with a smile “Your flowers make it a bit more bearable, she used to grow sunflowers. They were her favourite.” You softly smiled at him, Greg saw your sorrow and compassion and he placed his hand on top of yours. Without thinking you embraced him in a hug, one that he gladly accepted. “Are you cold?” He traced his hands over your cool arms.

“A bit, It’s alright! Mary’s wise idea of a sleeveless dress!” Greg removed his jacket and placed it over your shoulders.

“Lets head back…”

“Did you always want to be a Florist?” He asked as you walked back.

“Yes,” you nodded with a wide smile “It’s a beautiful job.”

“You’re perfect for it then,” you felt your cheeks burn and you bashfully looked to the ground as you walked into the reception hall. You handed Greg back his jacket and he lightly held onto your hand afterwards. “Do you want to dance?”

You silently nodded and he lead you to the dance floor. You gently swayed with him, keeping perfect tempo. He held you closer and closer each time he spun around and you found your chin resting on his shoulder by the end of the song. When it ended he only had to turn his head an inch to bump noses with you. He began to lean in before jumping at Mary’s touch.

“I’m about to toss the bouquet! Line up Y/N!” You broke away from Greg with a wobbly smile.

Mary dashed off and you watched her leave “I hate that sort of thing…” your laugh was dry. You turned away and lined up beside everyone else. You rolled your eyes and exhaled all the air from your lungs at the silly tradition. You gasped seeing something being tossed towards you, holding your arms out as an automatic response.

You found Mary’s bouquet that you created for her in your arms.

The bride winked at you and you turned to Greg with a shocked expression. He looked slightly surprised but…happy?

“This is mad! That sort of thing never happens to me!” You laughed and walked up to him. You looked down at the flowers and took out a rose, placing it in Greg’s pocket. Before you pulled your hand away he held onto it and brought it to his lips.

Your breath hitched and you slowly peeled it away from his mouth.

“Can I kiss you?” He asked in a shy whisper.

You cockily smirked “You just did…”

Greg let out a bark of laughter at your quick wit.

“Greg,” his name left your mouth so beautifully that the Di almost went weak at the knees “You don’t have to ask…”

With a proud smirk he pressed his lips to yours. Your hand found itself on his cheek as he kissed with more force. He had to break away to breathe. After inhaling a gulp of air, he did it again.

“Your usual…” you went to hand a bunch of sunflowers, wrapped in brown paper and tied with purple string over to him but teasingly pulled them away.

“You’re in a playful mood,” Greg smiled and pecked your lips “Are you coming with me?”

“Of course,” you handed Greg the flowers and removed your apron. Greg lightly gasped and you looked up to him with wide eyes “What’s wrong?”

“You’ve hurt yourself,” he held your left hand and you rolled your eyes with a half smile at his dramatic outburst.

“Calm down drama queen, it’s just a scratch from a rose thorn!”

“Yes but it takes your attention away from the wedding ring I took so much time in choosing!” He pressed the ring to his lips. He admired it for a moment, the ring that was a gold band with little roses engraved on it.

“It doesn’t, the ring gets all the attention,” you assured “We should get going.”

“Of course, after you…” Greg moved to the side and over enthusiastically showed you the door.

You laughed and intertwined your arm with his, walking out of the brightly coloured flower shop with a bunch of sunflowers in hand.

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In which Harry is an onion....

It’s all about the layers.

Harry might not be able to say what he wants to say in interviews, and that’s ok. But he sure as hell can get it across through his music. After listening to the album I feel like I know him better, that I understand him a little more, and I feel honoured that he’s let me in. That’s all you can ask for from an artist, and it’s a masterpiece. 

There’s layers to the songwriting, where the lyrics seem simple but say a whole lot. There are layers in the production and melodies, giving the music a really lived-in feel that is reassuringly comfortable. And there are clear nods to the past which feels like we are getting a little peek into Harry’s record collection that he’s built up over the years. 

I wasn’t going to do a track by track, but honestly, I couldn’t stop myself from jotting stuff down as I was listening to it, so here goes, here’s my unfiltered brain-dump under the cut:

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anonymous asked:

Since you are into marvel now. do you know other great artists?

Ohhhh you have come to the right place! I’m into marvel since i’m a little kid and even my sideblog is only for marvel. but yeah i need to draw them more. :)

Here are my favourite artists! 

Draws in such a cute style that i could cry at her sweet little tony. Also pokemon au’s and i love them! and look at the icons for every MCU character.

Really i squeal everytime i see new art from cherryteddy. My favourite are the tsum tsum drawings and also lots of stony. so perfect.

Draws really soft tonys that i would really like to hug! Also lots of Stony, too. And look at tiny fae tonee or tony in dresses! damn yes.

What i can i say? Their art is perfect! For real i laugh so hard at their rhodey/tony comics who were part of the expressions challenge. Also the Clint and Natasha drawing about friendship. It’s love.

Such a cute cute cute chibi style. i want to kiss the little tony. but im sure the little steve will do that for me. really makes me smile!

Many comics. And i love every single one of them. Again Stony (im a sucker for that, sue me) and spideypool. also the superfamily comics are breaking my heart. in the best way.

Caz draws so perfect. For real you wont believe it. My fave is the one with the steve bobblehead. Draws so many marvel characters and i’m sure you will love every single one!

Draws Tony a lot. And i love every single piece. Because for real this style looks so much like one of the best comic books i’ve ever read and is still so much kay that i would recognize it everywhere! King Tony and Knight Steve is my fave drawing in the world.

☀  @jian-lengyi
Okay. The little merman Tony is the cutest merman you will ever see. I mean seriously the drawings are so wonderful and awww. I need so much more!

Just one word. perfect. the chibi style is so sweet and adorable. also lots of stony and even better avenger academy stony and with such cute ideas, that it makes me happy on a bad day!

blog from @ericamchan and @superjustice (you should check out both!) the comics are everything. sometimes i laugh myself to tears (the checklist comic with phil) and sometimes they’ll break my heart. worth it!

Always makes me laugh with the avenger academy drawings. lots of tony and loki which is wonderful because they both are trying to be so cool (i mean they are) and so many jokes! Lovely!

again wonderful cute drawings. superfamily and let me tell you the little peter is the cutest you’ll ever see! also a bit of angst and so much love in the drawings. i can’t!

Not sure how someone can draw so perfectly. but if you like bucky and tony you need to follow! seriously the drawings bring so much joy and giggles with them!

Draw also avenger academy and lots of stony which is just wonderful. also very funny and has so many cute ideas. also check out the charms, they are wonderful!

wonderful art with incredible backgrounds. the flower shop au with steve and tony still kills me. i don’t think art can get any better than that!

my favourite chibi drawings to be honest. i just can’t because the tony is so cute that i want to steal him. but since the steve is cute as well, tony can be with his stebe. also CORGI TONY.

Such a cute chibi style. Draws traditional with pencils and i’m a goner for that. the chibis are really sweet and my favourite is sam to be honest. aw. also lots of cute au’s with tony in adorable outfits.

Draws a really soft Tony that you will love! seriously. also the infinity war gauntlet comic follows me in my dreams. can break my heart in like two seconds with the wonderful comics.

one of my absolutely faves. because the style is so unique. i can recognize it everywhere and its one of my fave tonys. also have you seen his eyelashes. amazing. AND when tony wears ginas clothes. best thing ever.

Just amazing. I love the way tony and steve seem always to blush (makes me blush, too!) also amazing drawings gifs and tony is just soo so soft. i’m in love with the art.

So that’s it. Now i just realized i don’t follow them from this blog and i need to change that! But for real they are all amazing! :)
Also if some pronouns are wrong, let me know. then i’m really sorry! love you all.

a-very-witchy-leaf  asked:

Hi there, recently found your blog and i like it so far~ Have any headcanons for having a Leshy bf?

i’d never heard of tht before and i thought the name was cute but i love these things now

  • he’s incredible at making flower crowns and he’ll give them to you for every date 
  • his hair is rather mossy feeling and its pleasant to run your fingers through 
  • his laugh is really loud and warm and it engulfs you 
  • he takes you on walks through the forest and holds your hand in his massive one
  • whenever he takes naps on logs and patches of moss you join him and rest your head on his broad chest
  • you’re his forest prince/princess/princette
  • it feels weird to kiss him because his beard has an odd texture but its not unpleasant
  • whenever you try to leave the forest to go home he’ll make you get lost until it starts to get too dark and then he’ll lead you out himself because he doesn’t want you to get hurt he just wants you to stay for longer