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Hello beautiful.

I love all of these! And I love the thought of a nocturnal Rafal and diurnal Rhian. (Never the twain shall meet, in their insect forms?) It fits their original personalities so well!

Have a Rhian art dump-

Butterfly swarm

Soft breeze in a sunflower field

| Butterflies | 

Dainsleif x GnReader Fluff!

Summary ; A confession !

Butterflies are such beautiful creatures. The mixtures of colors and patterns under their wings, it's quite something, isn't it? But alas, butterflies can't see their own beauty. They live their life peacefully without knowing how much complexion they bring into our grey world.

Dainsleif was always a hard rock to crack. When you first met him, your relationship was as murky as a muddy puddle. To say the least, it was very interesting.

It felt like he knew you inside out from the start. Not in the lovey-dovey way, he just knew certain facts about you that you swore you never told anyone. At the start, it was kind of weird but you got used to it and accepted his omniscient ways. You never questioned him about it.

Over a long period of time, your friendship finally started developing. Dainsleif never really opened up to you much but you started noticing the small details about him, things like how when he smiles he has a dimple on his left cheek but not his right. How smells like pinecones mixed with some Mondstadt delicacies and his small sweet gestures. He would always bring you things that reminded him of you.

Inevitably, you would end up falling for him. These feelings terrified you, imagining all the work you've put into this relationship just tumbling like a ball sitting on top of a steep hill.

Eventually, after a few months, you worked up the courage to tell him.

"Dainsleif" You sweated nervously. Your heart was pounding and you were basically shaking in your boots. You watch as he stares at the swarm of clouded sulphur butterflies. Their light green and brown colors blending in with their surroundings.

Nature was quite beautiful with him. It seems like your lack of awareness just disappears when with him. You start noticing the little things in nature. The beehive filled with golden honey you passed by while walking up this hill or the sweet flower's smell of sugar.

"Yes, Y/n?" You gulped and avoided his eye contact. Dainsleif always seemed to make eye contact while talking. When he talks, he has this serious tone in his voice. When he makes "jokes" his monotone voice is hilarious to you. You don't comment on it but he did consider becoming a comedian in Mondstadt just because of your reactions.

"I've got something important to tell you-" It surprised you that you haven't stuttered even once in this situation. Sentences that spill out of your mouth usually are all jumbled and mixed up.

"Go ahead. I'm here and listening." You took a deep breath and swallowed the hitch in your throat deciding to just get it over with.

"I- uh- I think I may be in love with you. haha.. insane right-?" The silence heard after your sentence was deafening. The monarch butterflies seemed to have flown somewhere else as you finally bring your eyes up to meet Dainsleif's.

A small smile made its way onto his lips. It felt like he was mocking you but realizing he's not the type to act like that, you relax your tense shoulders.

"That's quite lovely, isn't it? I'm glad to say that your feelings are reciprocated." A smile tugs at your lips, you adore the way he speaks. Always elaborating and using elegant words.

A sigh of relief rolls off your tongue as he walks towards you. The time spent with you also affected him. He noticed how you scratch your neck when you're in a tough situation, how the way your hands seem to get sweaty when your focusing or how clumsy you seem to be, how you try to make jokes even in nerve-wracking conditions.

The sound of Dainsleif's footsteps make an imprint in your brain as he continues his way over to you. He brings his hands up to your cheeks and cups them. Forcing you to make eye contact with him. You could swear you're heart was running a marathon because of how fast it was beating.

"I adore you, darling."

You'll probably never know how many new shades of color you bring into his life. Your stubbornness, your feelings, your everything. He treasured it all. All the sweet surprises from you lit up his day, like monarch butterflies in a grey world.

like those butterflies that look nearly identical to Monarchs

A mimic mimic, they're completely harmless but are hard to discern from a real mimic

Antonia Gentry the Libra ♎🧡 @picsart

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Prints here :) & Here!

Caterpillar munchies

Re-creation of a photo from Joel Sartore [ PhotoArk | NationalGeographic ]

Eine kleine hilfe

I have a thing about Monarch butterflies. Frequently, they land on my shoulder and sit there slowly flapping their wings.

The top panel depicts a black & white photograph of a Monarch butterfly sitting on my shoulder, circa 1966.

The middle panel depicts a watercolor wash of me done by my sister, Sibyl, when she was 16 years old, circa 1967. This uniquely stylized 16" X 20" canvasette wash was inspired by the 1966 black & white photograph depicted in the top panel. The finished product was never fixed so its pigments became dramatically altered over the years. Hence the classic red/orange Monarch is now blue. Since then, Sibyl has become one of the finest watercolorists I have ever seen. 

In 1987 I was sitting in the exact same location and position as I was in the 1966 black & white photograph when yet another Monarch landed on the same shoulder. Add to that, the same person that shot the 1966 photograph just happened to have a camera in hand at the time and shot the color photograph depicted in the third panel. This was an Incredibly coincidental opportunity to recreate the 1966 black & white photograph that inspired my sister to do the watercolor of the same subject. The odds of this happening are astronomical.

According to Google search results (edited for possible relevance): (1.) In Native American lore, the butterfly was the symbol of transformation, the caterpillar changing into the beautiful butterfly… (5.) According to Native Mythology, the butterfly represents the four stages of development. (6.) They represent freedom, growth and rebirth... (7.) In certain cultures,...they represent stages of life, change, transition... (9.) ...it is a sign of good fortune (10.) A butterfly landing on a person is a quite rare occurrence, and is said to bring good luck, or inspire faith or happiness. I was only days away from moving to Los Angles when the 1987 photograph was taken. ~ Trabue Gentry

Watercolor painting of a monarch butterfly.

Realized I never posted this??? Waht

A doodle I did way back on my phone that I am really really proud of, it da red sun an the butterfly:DD!!

MS Awareness or some such

I caught a glimpse of the Monarch butterfly migration on my school’s campus in August. They are so beautiful and hope to see them again very soon.

Monarch Resting

Monarch sighting 🧡

Metamorphosis