#|young bloom🌹|

[the-wistful-willows]

Rose: My name is Rose! I said bonjour in a comedic sense! But, me and my Daddy lives a bit away!

*Rose points.

Rose: We live in the town that just formed on the other side of these woods!

@deputyclover-and-rose

Willow stood there completely unmoving while the young girl spoke. You weren’t even sure if it was breathing. When she stopped, it looked down at Rose.

That’s wonderful! Though, the town, or towns, around my forest aren’t quite fond of me.

For good reason, they considered adding, but it’d rather not scare the young girl away.

Perhaps you shouldn’t have come alone.

[photogirl894]

🌹 Hunter

Red Rose 🌹

This is my contribution to the Clone Flowers Fic Event that myself and some other mutuals are doing this week! Naturally, I had to snag Hunter 😉 I got a little carried away with this one, but honestly, I'm super, super proud of it!!

*Takes place after the events of TBB s3*

Enjoy!! 🥰 (divider by @firefly-graphics)

Being a florist had always been your dream. 

You loved everything about flowers ever since you were young.You had the luxury of traveling to several different planets and systems because your parents were traveling merchants, so you got to see the local flora of different places all the time. You started asking for seeds you could buy or, if it were possible, you’d dig up some plants to take home with you. As you got older, you planted the seeds in a big garden, dreaming of one day selling all these exotic plants you’d collected over the years and sharing them with other people. 

Over your years as a florist, not only had you learned various facts and lore about the plants and flowers you collected, but you had also learned the language of flowers and the meanings or symbolism behind a lot of them. It was fascinating to you how many different meanings were behind each flower, especially when there were so many. You knew which ones represented friendship, courage, fidelity, hope, love…there were a plethora of meanings and you enjoyed each and every one.

When it came time for you to leave home as an adult and start your own life, you continued traveling the galaxy and eventually, you decided to settle on the island of Pabu, a peaceful paradise where you could settle down with a place of your own with your own garden and where you could finally live your dream as a florist. The mayor of the island, Shep, thought that having a florist on the island was a wonderful idea. You were able to open your stall and show and sell all the flowers you collected. You even had little pamphlets that you printed and had on display on your stall for people to read and learn about the different flowers you had as well as the flower language and meanings behind each one.

You thought your life was already perfect...until a certain someone came into your life.

A small family of Clones had been on the island off and on for some time and you’d caught sight of them before. They piqued your curiosity, having never seen Clones on the island before. It wasn’t until they decided to permanently stay on the island that you got to see them around and got to know them more…especially one in particular.

Hunter.

He was probably the dreamiest, most handsome man you’d ever beheld, which was saying a lot considering the many planets you had been to and the numerous men you had seen. You had heard about the sort of person he was, kind and helpful, and you'd seen proof of that in the way he had aided the people of the island multiple times. You found yourself watching him from a distance whenever you saw him either on the streets or in the colonnade. That was kind of a problem because there were a few times he caught you staring and you had to quickly look away, the heat rising in your cheeks at being spotted. Though, you could’ve sworn there were times where you caught him looking your way, too, which only made you even more curious. Though, it was probably just your imagination. There was no way someone like him would be interested in a simple florist woman like you.

The first time you’d gotten to see him up close in person and talk to him, he was out walking with his younger sister, Omega, and their lurca hound. They were passing by and Omega had spotted your stall. She was excited by all the different, exotic blooms you had and wanted to look at them. The way she ran over, her eyes wide with amazement, made you smile.

“I’ve never seen flowers like these before!” she exclaimed, her eyes scanning the many that you had.

“If there are any you want to know about, feel free to ask, young lady,” you said to her. “I’ve gotten several of these from different planets and I can tell you a few fun facts, too.”

That made Omega even more curious. She pointed to an orange, star-shaped flower with a red center. “What is this one?” she asked.

You peeked over to see which particular one she was referring to and then answered, “That’s the Damsel flower. They grow on Endor and here’s an interesting fact about them: they can spray pollen that makes their victims shrink into the size of an insect.”

The kid’s eyes went wide. “No way!” 

“It’s true,” you said with a nod.

Then she pointed to a set of black flowers you had in a vase. “What about these ones?”

“Those are black Fire Lilies,” you told her.

“And these flowers?” 

“Those are Sachi blossoms. I found them on Chandrila and it’s believed that their petals resemble the same shape as canary-moths.”

“Oh wow! Ooh, what about--”

“Omega,” her brother spoke up, stepping closer behind her. “Don’t overwhelm the lady.”

You turned your head to look at him and you chuckled. “I honestly don’t mind. I’m thrilled when I get to share my knowledge of flowers with people, especially children.”

“Well, Omega here definitely loves to learn,” he replied, ruffling her hair and making her snicker. 

It was then Omega spotted another flower and leaned in closer to see it: a set of red flowers in an ornamental vase. “Ooh, what are these?” she asked.

“That’s called Queen’s Heart. They grow around the royal palace on Naboo,” you enlightened her.

As she continued admiring them, she commented, “I love the bright red color.” 

The lurca hound came over, sniffed the flowers and then gave a loud bark with a small hop, seemingly smiling as it wagged its tail. 

“Batcher likes them, too,” Omega added, petting Batcher’s head. Then she looked over her shoulder and said, “Hunter, do you think we can get these for our new house? I think they’d look great!”

He chuckled, putting a hand on his hip. “If that’s what you want, kid. I’m leaving the decorating to you.”

“Yes!” she said with an enthusiastic nod.

You grinned down at the girl. “An excellent choice. How many would you like?”

“I might take just one for now and see if I’ll need more,” she answered.

“Understandable. If you find you want more, you can always find me here,” you told Omega.

After giving them the total for the price, Hunter fished out some credits from a pouch on his belt and handed them to his sister. She gave them to you and you picked up the vase of bright red flowers, placing it gently in her hands. As she took it, she asked you your name and then thanked you after you told her. Then she briskly walked off with Batcher at her heels. 

However, Hunter stayed behind and watched her walk away, a proud grin on his face. “She's been excited about finding things for our new house,” he told you, folding his arms across his chest. 

“You guys are new here, right? Or, at least, you’re now staying on Pabu for good?” you inquired. It was then you happened to notice he was wearing normal civilian clothing instead of his armor like before. Another sign that he was adjusting well to domestic life on the island. Though, he'd kept his signature red bandana, which you figured was a must for his everyday look. Not that you minded. It was a good look on him.

He nodded. “It’s been a long time coming, but yeah…we’re here to stay.” 

“That’s wonderful. Pabu is an amazing place. I think you all will be happy here,” you replied.

A sweet smile directed at you crossed his face and you could feel yourself starting to blush. You shyly brushed a lock of hair behind your ear and turned away, pretending to be examining one of the displays on your stall to hide your reddening face.

“What brought you here?” you heard him ask. 

As you pulled out from a box some clippers and some flowers that needed thorns removed, you answered him while you de-thorned the flowers, “I traveled a lot through the galaxy, searching for all sorts of different and exotic flowers to grow and sell on various planets. In my research of rare flowers, I learned of the blossoms of the weeping maya tree and later discovered that there was one on an island called Pabu. I came here at first to study it and collect the flowers, but found right away that the people here were so incredibly kind and welcoming. It felt like a place I could call home, which was something I hadn’t had in a long time. It didn’t take long for me to decide that I would just settle here and finally pursue being a florist like I always dreamed of.”

“I guess it’s safe to say you really like flowers,” he commented.

You finished getting the thorns off one flower and gave him a nod. “I do. I really do. I’ve been fascinated by them my whole life. Now, I have my own garden full of so many different kinds and I love getting to share them with others.”

“You sell them to people…but has anyone ever bought any for you?” was Hunter’s next question.

You scoffed playfully in response, turning your attention to the thorns on another bloom. “Of course not. Who would buy flowers for the florist?” To you, it was a silly notion, but you thought it was still sweet of him to ask.

There was a brief silence as you worked and you almost wondered if Hunter was still there, but then you heard him ask, “Which one would you recommend? Or rather…which do you like best?”

Hearing that, you put down your clippers and the flower in your hand and looked around for the flower you wanted to mention. Then you came around from inside the stall and motioned to a collection in the front. “I love roses,” you told him. “As much as I love exotic blooms that vary in looks and colors, I'm a bit of a sap for simplicity. I have a few different kinds: Ithorian roses, Jade roses, Tarisian roses….” You trailed off as you came to a group of roses that were so deep red in color that they were almost violet or black. “These are my favorite roses, though. The Malreaux rose,” you said with a wistful smile, your fingertips lightly touching the petals. 

Hunter stepped closer to you to get a better look at the roses. “What can you tell me about them?” 

The combination of him being closer to you than he was a second ago as well as him genuinely wanting to know more about the flowers made your heart skip a beat. “Well...they don't have the greatest history,” you said. “They were developed on the planet, Vjun, by the Malreaux family, who were the richest family on the planet. However…there was a lot of Sith activity there and some very dark things happened, especially involving the Malreaux's, but I won't go too much into that. I just love their color. The rich, deep red is gorgeous.”

“I agree. I think I'll take one of those,” Hunter stated. “How much?”

You told him the amount of credits needed and he pulled them out of his pouch again, placing them on the counter of your stall. After that, he bent over and withdrew one of the deep red roses from the bin, examining it for a moment as he turned it a couple times in his hand. 

A pleased grin crossed his face as he gave a one word remark: “Perfect.” Then Hunter's eyes found yours before he did something that took you by surprise:

He held out the rose to you. 

Dumbfounded, you stood there, looking back between him and the rose, stuttering as you tried to respond. What was he doing? You didn't know what to say. 

Then he smiled kindly and said to you, “You said no one buys flowers for the florist…so then I will.”

You gingerly took the rose from him. “Hunter…I'm speechless. You didn't have to do that.”

“I know. I wanted to,” he replied. 

Flashing you a coy smile, he turned away and left you alone at your flower stall. Your eyes drifted down to the bloom now in your hands. You had held many a flower before, but knowing this one belonged to you and was meant for you as a gesture of kindness felt different and special. Knowing this, you couldn't help but smile.

A couple days passed before you saw him again. He returned to your stall a second time with Omega again and also with his other brothers, Crosshair and Wrecker. He caught your gaze just as you were finishing up with another customer and you felt your breath catch at seeing him. Though, Omega calling your name brought you back to reality.

“Good morning!” she cried out, running over to you. 

“Morning, Omega,” you greeted her. “How are those Queen's Hearts looking at your new house?” 

Excitedly, she informed you, “They look great, just like I knew they would! Though, I think we're going to need more.”

“How many more do you need? I've got a few more available,” you said back.

“Could we maybe get three?” she inquired, holding up three fingers. 

You let out a small chuckle. “Is that why you brought all three of your brothers with you: so they'd all have something to do?”

“Very funny,” Crosshair sarcastically commented with a smirk while Wrecker laughed in amusement. That even got a snicker out of Hunter, too.

With that, Hunter offered you the credits needed for the three vases of Queen's Heart flowers and set them on the counter. You expected to see the three Clone boys grab them, but instead, it was Crosshair, Wrecker and Omega who picked them up. 

“We'll leave you to your other business, Hunter,” said Crosshair.

“Don't take too long,” Wrecker added. “I'm cooking tonight and you know I like to eat right away.”

Hunter rolled his eyes slightly. “Yeah, I know. I'll be on time.”

Both Wrecker and Crosshair and even Omega gave him knowing and what seemed like teasing glances before thanking you and leaving just you and Hunter there. 

“What other business do you have to do?” you asked curiously. 

He turned back to you. “I had my own things I wanted to discuss with you.”

“Me?” 

“I wanted to hear more about your travels through the galaxy and the different flowers you've collected. Whenever you're free to, that is.”

You blinked in surprise. Hunter was actually wanting to spend time with you? Surely, you had to be dreaming…yet you knew you weren’t. Even though you wouldn’t normally close your stall for a while, you knew you couldn’t pass up this opportunity. 

“I’m free now,” you said back. 

You could tell he wasn’t expecting you to make that reply. More than likely, he thought you would say you would be available later. “Are you sure? Don’t you need to run your stall for longer?”

With a snicker, you explained, “That’s one of the perks to running your own business: you can pick and choose your hours.” You pulled out from under the counter a wooden sign that said “Gone on break! Be back soon!” and put it up where people could see it. When you looked back at Hunter, you asked him, “Would you like to take a walk while we talk?” 

“I’d like that,” he said with a grin. As the two of you started walking, he asked his next question: “What is the wildest place you’ve traveled to collect a certain flower?”

You chuckled. “Oh, now that’s quite a story.”

“One, I’d be delighted to hear.”

During your walk, you both got lost in telling each other stories about both your adventures in the galaxy. You regaled him with some fun tales of learning about plant lore on other planets and he told you some of his times during the Clone Wars. You talked as though you had been friends for a long time. With him, you felt comfortable and almost free; like you could be yourself and share anything with him without fear of judgment. There were times you’d see him smiling at you as you talked and it only made you smile more. You felt as though you could’ve talked to him forever.

An hour and a half had passed before you both returned to your flower shop. However, you were just about to thank him for the walk when his commlink started to chirp. Then you heard Wrecker’s chiding voice come through, saying, “Hunter…you’re late.”

Hunter groaned in realization. “I’m on my way,” he responded before putting it away. 

“I guess I kept you too long, didn’t I?” you questioned guiltily.

“It wasn’t you,” he said. “I didn’t keep track of the time. I was enjoying my time with you.” Then he still smiled at you as if nothing was wrong. 

“I enjoyed it, too,” you replied, smiling back.

Then he perked up and declared, “Oh, I almost forgot.” He walked a couple steps over to the bins of Malreaux roses, pulled another one out and proceeded to hand it over to you just like he did the first time. 

“Hunter…,” you said, once again in disbelief at his gesture.

After you took it, he declared as he turned to walk away, “You’ll find the amount of credits needed for the rose included with my payment for the Queen’s Hearts. I hope to see you again soon, (Y/N).”

Once again, he left you alone at your stall with nothing but a red rose in your hands and a smile on your face.

A few days later, you arrived at your little shop early in the morning to get things ready for the day and were pleasantly surprised to see a third singular Malreaux rose on the counter with some credits next to it.

Hunter had come by before you to leave you your favorite flower once again. 

Two times before had been one thing, but now it had happened a third time…which made you begin to wonder. Your thoughts drifted to your knowledge of the flower language, specifically to the meanings behind roses.

Roses of the red variety like the Malreaux rose were usually given as symbols of love, affection and desire.

Did Hunter realize this?

You had said that the Malreaux rose was your favorite flower, after all. Maybe he was just simply continuing to get that one because of that, but there was still something in you that thought maybe it was best if he didn’t. There were other people on the island that knew of the language of flowers, either from you or they already had prior knowledge of it, and if they saw Hunter giving you these flowers that were meant as a sign of affection and that wasn’t his true intention, then rumors could potentially spark from that. You didn’t want to put him in an awkward situation, especially since it was clear sometimes that he wasn’t entirely familiar with how to be a part of a society like here on Pabu, having been a soldier most of his life. More than likely, he was unfamiliar with these kinds of things and was just trying to be friendly.

Though…it would be amazing if he was expressing interest in you…but that was a long shot in your eyes.

Even still…that didn’t stop you from keeping the three roses you’d received from him in their own special little vase at home, one you kept by the front door so you could place the roses inside as you walked in. 

The next time you saw Hunter or were able to get him alone, you would talk to him about it and set the record straight.

As luck would have it, you saw him the next day as you were closing up. It had been a busy day for you, having had to make a few flower crowns for a group of girls. The mayor’s daughter, Lyana, had wanted a party with her friends and you had offered to make all of them flower crowns, Omega included. For you, they were easy to make and took no time at all. Lyana and Omega came to your shop, both of them still wearing their colorful blooms in their hair. Hunter followed not far behind them.

“Thank you so much for the crowns!” Lyana exclaimed happily. “They turned out great!”

“We’ve all gotten a lot of compliments on them today,” added Omega.

You giggled at their excitement. “I’m glad you love them. They look perfect on both of you.”

With a devious smirk, Omega commented to you, “You should make one for Hunter.”

Lyana laughed and Hunter gave Omega a teasing grin as well as a look that said, “Don’t even think about it.”

After chuckling yourself, you responded, “As hilarious as that would be, I’m inclined to think Hunter doesn’t want one.”

“Well, Wrecker definitely does. Will you make one for him then?” asked Omega.

“I can bring one by tomorrow,” you replied, amused at the image of Wrecker wearing a flower crown and already planning out what would look great on him. “Right now, I’m heading home for the evening.”

“Okay. Have a good night,” said Omega as she and Lyana waved you goodbye and ran off in the opposite direction.

Yet again, there was now just you and Hunter.

You pulled your shawl up over your shoulders and you heard Hunter ask you, “May I walk you home?”

Him being so charming certainly wasn’t making things easier for you. You were so crazy about him and you had loved the time you’d already gotten to spend with him before, even if it hadn’t been much. You knew you had to talk to him about the roses, but you didn’t want to yet. 

“You may,” you accepted, thinking that you could have your conversation later.

He grinned at you before gesturing out with his hand and saying, “Lead the way.”

You started to walk away and noticed at first that Hunter wasn’t next to you, but then he suddenly appeared beside you like it took him a second to catch up. Waving that off as just nothing, you were content to just walk with him back to your house.

“The crowns you made were impressive. All the girls loved them,” he told you.

“Thank you,” you said. “I’ve gotten pretty good at making those and I thought it would make their party more fun. I’m happy they enjoyed them.”

“Are there other things you like to do or make with your flowers?” he asked.

You answered, “I like making bouquets or flower arrangements for things like festivals or parties. The usual things like that.”

“Are they hard to make?” 

“Mmm…they were at first, but the more I practiced, the easier they got.”

“I’m glad. I would love to see what you’ve made sometime, if you have any.”

You smiled and blushed at the attention he was giving you. Like always, you convinced yourself he was just being friendly, even though it meant a lot more to you than he knew. “Sure. I’d be happy to show you,” you said back. 

A few minutes passed and you saw your house coming into view. Even though it was a short walk, it still made you sad that your time with Hunter was about to end for the night. You had the thought of maybe inviting him inside for some tea just so you two could continue talking and spending time together, but you figured that might seem too forward. You just didn’t want to say good night yet.

The two of you reached the end of the pathway leading up to your house and you couldn’t shake the nagging feeling that you needed to talk to him now about the roses. Hopefully, this wouldn’t make things too awkward, especially after a nice walk home with him, but it needed to be done.

You turned to face him and you asked him, “Hunter…why have you been giving me all those roses?”

His head tilted, confused. “It’s like I said the first time: you said no one buys flowers for you and I thought you deserved to feel special, so I figured giving you your favorite flower would be nice.”

“Yes, but…do you know the symbolism behind giving someone a red rose?” Your hands fidgeted nervously as you prepared to explain it to him. “Red roses are usually symbols of romantic interest, attraction and affection.”

He looked at you plainly for a moment before he sighed quietly and a content smile crossed his face. “Finally caught on, have you?”

Your head reared back slightly, taken aback. “Wait…you did know?” you asked in disbelief.

His smile only widened as he reached into one of his pockets and withdrew a folded piece of paper that you recognized and held it up for you to see.

“You…you took one of my flower pamphlets?” 

Nodding in affirmation, he explained, “The first time, I simply wanted to give you your favorite flower. Then I took one of the pamphlets when you weren’t looking because I was genuinely curious. It was just a happy coincidence that the kind of flower I wanted to give you to…express my interest and affection happened to be that same flower you liked.” He put the pamphlet back in his pocket, stole a look at your still shocked face and then turned away shyly. “I’m still new to things like this and I wasn’t sure what to say or how to say it, having been used to the language of war for so long…so I thought maybe saying it in a language you understood best would eventually get my point across.” His eyes returned to you, awaiting your response.

Your hand came up to your chest, feeling your rapidly increasing heartbeat beneath your palm. Surely, this couldn’t be happening. “You’ve been romantically interested in me…all this time?”

Hunter smiled ever so sweetly and bowed his head again.

A happy gasp escaped you and your hand pressed even harder over your heart. This was not at all how you thought this conversation was going to go, but you were not complaining at all. This was even better than what you expected. “Hunter, I…I feel the same,” you replied, your lips curving up into a joyful smile. 

That made his own smile widen even more, his expression softened and his eyes lit up in a way that you hadn’t seen before. He took a step closer to you and asked you, “There’s something else I wanted to give you each time I gave you a rose, but was afraid to. May I give it to you now?”

A bit puzzled but no less intrigued, you simply nodded your head.

You were slightly startled when you felt his warm hand take yours. He proceeded to lift it up and your breath hitched when he pressed the back of your hand to his lips, his gaze locked on you the whole time.

“For the first rose,” he said as he lowered your hand, but keeping it in his grasp.

After that, he leaned his head down and placed a soft kiss on your cheek, sending a small shock through your skin.

“For the second,” he said.

His free hand came up to cup your jaw and you couldn’t help but lean into his touch, overwhelmed with joy at what was happening. He tilted his head up and pressed his lips to your forehead, letting them linger a little longer there than he had on your cheek.

“And the third,” he said as he looked back at you.

Then he reached around behind him and, to your great surprise, he pulled out yet another red Malreaux rose that you somehow never noticed he had tucked under his belt. He must’ve snagged it as you both were leaving your shop, which explained why it had taken him a few seconds to appear beside you. Your smile grew and your cheeks hurt a tiny bit from how much you were smiling, but you didn’t care. This was a kind of light pain that you would gladly grow accustomed to. Though, instead of handing it you, Hunter tenderly tucked it behind your ear, letting his hand caress your cheek as it came down. 

Then, looking intently into your eyes, he spoke in a soft voice, “Then this is for the fourth rose.” 

A second later, his lips descended down onto yours, capturing them in a gentle, sweet and affectionate kiss, one better than anything you ever dreamed of. His hand that still held yours let go and wrapped around your waist as you placed your hands on his firm chest and kissed him back. You felt as though it were just the two of you alone on Pabu, sharing this wonderful moment. The way his arms fit around you and your bodies seemed to fit together like matching puzzle pieces felt more than right; it felt like you were destined to be together.

It felt perfect.

When he reluctantly pulled away, he said to you, his voice a gravelly whisper, “I know we still don’t know each other very well, but I would like for that to change. I want to know you, (Y/N). I want to know everything about you and the things that make you happy. I want to listen to you tell me about every flower you know of, the meaning behind each one and see how your eyes light up when you talk about your passion. I want to make you just as happy and smile just as much…if you’ll have me.”

“I would love nothing more,” you said back almost right away. “I want to know you, too, and I’ve wanted that so much since you first came to Pabu. I hope I can make you as happy as you’ve already made me with the roses alone.” Then you took the initiative this time by taking his face in your hands and bringing him down just a little to kiss him again, feeling him smiling against your lips. After a few seconds, you pulled back and inquired, “Would you like to come in? I don’t want to say good night yet. I can make us some tea and we can spend more of the evening together, just the two of us. I can even show you my flower garden out back, too, if you’d like.”

“I’d like that very much,” he replied. 

You tightly grasped his hand and led him along the path leading to your front door. You pushed it open and brought him inside your warm and inviting home, your other hand lightly tracing the petals of the other three roses Hunter had given you sitting in the vase by your door.

Being a florist had always been your dream and you had achieved that a long time ago. Since then, your new dream had been a relationship with Hunter and that was now coming true. 

You had thought your life was already perfect…but now, with Hunter in your life, it most certainly was.

[celestialtarot11]

Song Lyric Messages 🤍🌹💌

Hi friends! 💘🌹 I thought I’d switch it up a little and channel you some song lyrics! This can be any message you need to hear 💗🌟 enjoy, feel free to like, comment and reblog! I’m loving this red theme.

Pile 1:

• 🥀💌 “Feelings, so deep in my feelings. No, this ain’t really like me. Can’t control my anxiety. When I’m with you I can’t breathe. Boy, you do something to me. Ooh, I’ll never get over you until I find something new.” -Boo’d up by Ella Mai.

If you’ve been going through a breakup, separation or no contact situation, it’s been bothering you deeply. You may try to repress how you feel, but it keeps coming up, and your resistance could bring more harm than good. Your message is it’s okay to feel what you need to feel through the experience, anxiety will pass too. It’s okay to miss someone whether that was a friend too, it doesn’t necessarily need to be romantic here. Prioritize yourself, your experience, and journal about how it affected you. Give yourself a voice and watch yourself bloom 🌹🤍

💌 Some journal prompts 💌

• How did this experience affect me?

• How did I react to the experience?

• What is changing in my life and how do I feel about it?

Pile 2:

• 🥀💌 “You make me dance, bring me up, bring me down, play it sweet. Make me move like a freak, Mr. Saxobeat.” -Mr. Saxobeat By Alexandra Stan.

It’s a wonderful time for manifesting! Now, if you don’t know this song…😤 we’re gonna have some problems. But back to the main point, now is a wonderful time to manifest and celebrate! Either something new is coming into your life, or you’ve reached a point of self actualization that is setting you free. You feel so free, happy and excited. Maybe someone new is coming in, or has. Or you are manifesting someone. Here’s a wonderful sign whatever it is, is coming! Allow yourself to receive. If you’ve been pondering on what to manifest, here are some journal prompts:

💌 Some journal prompts 💌

• “Where does my heart want me to go next?”

• “If I could truly have everything I desired what would it be?”

• “What would happen if I manifested it? What would my life look like then?”

Pile 3:

• 🥀💌 “Just let my love, just let my love adorn you. Please baby, yeah. You gotta know, you gotta know. Know that I adore you. Yeah baby.” -Adorn by Miguel

This could be a message from a person directly! They want to tell you how much they adore you, and love you for who you are. They want to tell you how much they’ve been desiring to talk to you, and tell you how they feel deep down. I saw the knight of cups in my vision, so this person feels for you and wants to make a sweet advancement 🌟🥂 that is a card or courtship! If not a person, your inner child wants to let you know they adore you for all you do, and they admire your resilience, strength and ability to love. That’s all they ever wanted, and you giving them that is something they truly appreciate.

💌 Some extra messages 💌

• December may be important.

• They are ready to listen.

• Progress is being made.

Pile 2:

• 🥀💌 “Baby while we’re young. I think we should do something crazy. Like say fuck everyone, and just run away from the daily routine. Yeah, you know what I mean.” -While We’re Young by Jhené Aiko.

It’s important to spend your time focusing on the present moment. Your inner child wants to feel free, happy, and passionate about where they are going next. Take a leap of faith, let life play out as it’s meant to. You are meant to be here now. What would happen if you let it happen to you? Instead of forcing, pushing and moving, sit back and breathe. You may be missing out the more you take control. And maybe it’s time to observe, and let it be 🌟💖

💌 Some journal prompts 💌

• Where can I let go a little more today?

• What do I think will happen if I went with the flow?

• What message does my favorite self have for me?

Pile 5:

• 🥀💌 “That’s the way everyday goes. Every time we’ve no control. If the sky is pink and white, if the ground is black and yellow, it’s the same way you showed me. Nod my head, don’t close my eyes.” -Pink + White by Frank Ocean.

Foster more security and stability in yourself. All is well, all is okay. The moment that exists now is for you. If you’ve been bored of your routine do something sporadic, different and spontaneous. You are seeing clearly, maybe there was a lot of truths you couldn’t face in the past, and now it’s helping you understand more. There are many layers to what we don’t see at first, when we peel it back, then we understand. It’s like you’ve reached a major point of understanding a situation, person or yourself. Or life in general. Its happening to realign you with where you’re meant to be 💗🧘���♀️

💌 Some journal prompts 💌

• What am I seeing clearly that I didn’t before?

• Where can this perspective take me?

• Which perspective empowers me?

Pile 6:

• 🥀💌 “Baby you’re the baddest, baby you’re the baddest girl. Nobody else matters, nobody else matters girl.“ -Les by Childish Gambino.

Confidence and empowerment is your theme for December. It’s time to step up and realize your worth. If you’ve been working on yourself it’s to help you build your self esteem, and confidence in taking the next step. Create your own intentions, plant your own seed, let you have your own experience. There is enough space for you to begin now, move forward self assured and confident 💗🥂

💌 Some journal prompts 💌

• What area of my life do I want to focus on next?

• What is this area of life requiring of me?

• Where do I need to mature and develop better skills?

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[octarinecat]

Hi! I'm ☆Raphael's little Mouse☆ on tiktok and I had an idea for you. I'm not sure if you've done this before but I was wondering if you could do one of Raphael being Erik from Phantom of the Opera? I feel like he would 100% be a fan of it and 100% be a fanboy for our boy Erik 🎭🌹

I was thinking about this prompt for a longer while. But it's finally done and well, even I am proud of the outcome (I usually don't like my art second after finishing it)! Thank you for giving that idea for me! I went much more crazy than usual with colours this time 😊 Another Raphael from the Opera is here.

Raphael as Erik, from Phantom of the Opera musical.

My thoughts after the cut & music inspiration also.

I was listening a lot of classical music while creating this piece. Imagining Raphael playing piano was soothing feeling 🤭

I also noticed that after low mood I developed some nice behaviour - I'm not leaving painting, I'm just changing direction a little. There was a time when I stopped painting for a very long time. Now, however, instead of switching off, I am opening anatomy books and turn on tutorials for the art basics. When I feel very bad - whether physically or mentally, I try to at least look at and organise inspiration for my next works. Self-expression through digital painting is something beautiful and believe me, I would like to share this love with everyone. The main reason for this is that when I started I was drowned in a spoonful of water, without even a word of constructive criticism. Someone will soon say "HEEEY, but you have to know how to paint first, Octarine!" No, stop. Express yourself through what you love to do - not what you are good at.

I love watching "young" artists develop, like blooming flowers. Maybe they'll forget to add a thumb to their hand one day, maybe tomorrow they won't get the colours right. But this joy of creation comes out of the work and makes me happy. And next time there will be thumbs up and juicy colours.

Music inspiration for current piece:

[sjmgirlie]

Hello friends ❤️

So I did a thing (and was accepted by ao3) and started my first ever fan fic. And, as you may already guess, it’s an Elriel story.

A Court of Blooming Sight 🌹❤️🗡️🥀🦇

I’ve always wanted to be a writer since I was young, but well, I was never actually a good writer lol. And therefore, I became an accountant.

But this story is something that has been turning in my mind since I really stepped foot in this fandom. I’ve had the pleasure of talking with so many amazing people that I just felt inspired by all of your theories and words about a couple that is truly special to me.

Luckily, since it took a while to be accepted, I’ve already completed 8 chapters. I promise to stay as consistent with updates as possible.

This story happens post ACOSF and HOFAS and is staying as close to cannon as possible. I’ll be flagging any theories I have used from any Eriel accounts as well!

Anyways, hopefully it doesn’t suck!

[davidluongart]

Finding love through sharing pain, sorrow, and loss. ❤️‍🩹🌹🍎

A study based on Adam and Eve after the Fall (Adam og Eva efter Syndefaldet) by Johan Vilhelm Gertner & inspired by the recent painting of @greypetrel. 💙 Had been quite a long time for me younger Aphrodite and Ares in their own Bronze Age Cypriot (Alashiyan) clothing (with jewelry ornaments came from all over Greece, Anatolia, Egypt, Levant, Mesopotamia) and Mycenaean Greek clothing.

Both of them met at a strange time and a strange place, outside the constraints of time and space. A spark between them would be created based on their sharing of grieving deceased mortal human lovers, bloomed into the flowers of close friendship bonds and ripened into the fruits of love. Aphrodite was still that brash, independent young woman during this time and until now, impulsive, ambitious and calculating, can be both kind or careless with other’s feelings, property, or even their lives. Ares, himself, was still hated and reviled by his family members, especially Zeus; and quite different from the later older, mature, and wiser bearded Ares that I usually drew him as.

[foxcort]

But with it came an opposite realization. Of a young, human girl who’d dared to defy these immortal beings for love, and won.

written for day 2: protection of @feylinweek. / or feyre and tamlin refuse to uphold the bargain made under the mountain 🌹

a/n: this one is sort of a rewrite of one of the earlier chapters in acomaf (though feylin’s relationship is portrayed differently from canon) and might contain a few taken or paraphrased sentences from the book.

tw: vomiting, slight rhysand bashing whoops

Three months.

It took exactly three month following Under The Mountain for Rhysand to come and collect her.

Three months in which she’d slowly rebuilt herself.

In the beginning, when every night was disturbed by nightmares and trips to the bathroom, Tamlin and her had held an unspoken agreement to let each other suffer silently. To not acknowledge that Amarantha still plagued them even after it was all over. Feyre couldn’t count the amount of times she’d held onto the cold porcelain of the toilet bowl and emptied everything in her stomach, and then some. Or how many times Tamlin had shifted into that beast and stayed awake all night, keeping watch for a phantom threat that never appeared.

That unspoken agreement unraveled quickly after the first month. When she felt Tamlin’s fingers gently tie her hair up and his presence settle next to her, his hands moving to rub comforting circles onto her back, as she expelled everything into the toilet. And a few nights later, when she’d wrapped her arms tight around his torso and pulled him back into bed at the tell-tale signs of shifting.

Little by little, piece by piece, they’d pulled the fragments of each other back together. A slow, arduous process — but they were steps that would put distance between the past and the future they wanted.

It became a routine, and by the time the third month rolled around, Feyre hadn’t realized how much she’d hoped Rhysand had forgot their bargain. She could never forget. No, not with the tattoo climbing up her arm and ending at her elbow. But the silence at his end had given her an eagerness to believe that maybe, in the end, she wasn’t worth his time.

She hoped.

Though she should’ve known nothing was ever so easy.

Feyre awoke one morning to the sound of low, deep voices in the hallway outside her bedroom, a stark contrast to the dawn-risen birds chirping melodies by the window. And despite their early roll in the sheets, she closed her eyes and pulled the covers up, attempting to block out the voices and return to her not-so-easily acquired sleep. Nightmares didn’t bother her so much during the day, or when Tamlin was there, and there was a distinct absence of warmth where he should’ve been.

A growl cut through the walls and Feyre opened her eyes again.

“Get out,” Tamlin warned.

She threw the covers back, slipping out of the messy bed, halfway to the door before she realized she was completely naked. Thanks to Tamlin, her clothes had been shredded and flung across the other side of the room, and she feared going through her armoire would alert them to her wakened state. Thankfully, Feyre caught sight of his tunic, haphazardly thrown near the foot of the bed, and snatched it off the floor to pull it over her head, relieved it was long enough to give her some decency.

On silent feet, she crept upon the door, opening it just a fraction to peer out, even as suspicion began to bloom in her chest, her heart racing.

The hair on her arms rose and a jolt of panic streaked through her. Rhysand stood outside her room, the grin on his face faltering as he caught her opening the door anyways and turned to face her. No, no, no, no. The nightmares came back in a flurry. Dark, endless and cold hallways. The slithering of the attor. A flash of batwings and the ghost of a pain where her tattoo now sat. He couldn’t be here. Not today. Not now. Not ever.

“Feyre?” Tamlin, who’s back had been to the door a moment before, was now by her side, peeling the door back a little with a strained look on his face. “Go back to bed, I’ll take care of this.”

Rhysand’s eyes lingered on her, taking in every detail in a way that made her skin crawl. “Are you running low on food here?”

“What?” Tamlin demanded, words half a growl as he whipped back around to face him.

Her stomach sank. It hadn’t been easy to keep the food down. Even with the small steps they were taking, those nightmares hadn’t stopped chasing her, and Feyre wondered if it was because subconsciously she knew she wasn’t completely done with Under The Mountain. She wondered if was the bargain that loomed over her. That the idea of being back in the dark, or facing batwings and a male cruel enough to force her into a life binding contract had been the reason she couldn’t sleep. Couldn’t eat. Couldn’t feel right in her new skin.

Those violet eyes softened as if the stream of her thoughts had reached him. Rhysand extended a hand towards her. “Let’s go.”

“Get out.” Tamlin pointed to the staircase. “She’ll come to you when she’s ready.”

Rhysand conceded a step toward the stairs and slid his hands into his pockets. “You really should have your wards inspected. Cauldron knows what other sort of riffraff might stroll in here as easily as I did.” Again, Rhysand assessed her, a mix of emotions on his face, though when he spoke his voice was hard. “Put some clothes on.”

The simple demand sparked a flame of anger and Feyre bared her teeth as she stepped completely out of the room, “You’ve already forced me to do something once. It won’t happen again so easily.”

“But you are bound to the bargain you made Under The Mountain.” The flicker of softness before disappeared and she wondered if it had ever been there in the first place. Feyre felt her heart beat faster, the consequences of her actions approaching too quickly. “So, let’s go, Cursebreaker. You have a debt to pay.”

Fear and anger mixed, a feeling of sinking and burning enveloping her, but before she could retort back, Tamlin stepped between them. “You end her bargain right here, right now, and I’ll give you anything you want. Anything.”

Feyre’s heart stopped dead, and she turned to Tamlin, who didn’t spare her so much as a glance. The look on his face, however, was determined, not distant. She felt the back of his hand brush against hers. Trust me. She could almost hear the gruff tone of his voice pleading with her.

The problem was she did trust him. She trusted that he would give his soul if it meant she could be free from her bargain. Tamlin was her protector, how could she not know that he meant every word of what he offered to Rhysand? That he was willing to make a dozen sacrifices for her, for the peace they’d cultivated and the steps they’d taken to free themselves from Under The Mountain?

A tightness grew in her chest, eyes pricking with hot tears.

She saw it, then. Their eternity laid out before her, a string of bargains and curses wedged between them. Tamlin tearing off bits and pieces of himself and the shadow of batwings haunting her every time she closed her eyes.

But with it came an opposite realization. Of a young, human girl who’d dared to defy these immortal beings for love, and won.

Because she had killed for love.

Drove her knife into three faeries for love.

And — she realized with a clarity that burned through all the pain, loss and fear — she would do it again.

The anger within her crested and the walls began to shake. Beneath them, a rumbling sounded, spiking rapidly to the levels of her emotion.

"Feyre?" She heard Tamlin's voice as if it were spoken from miles away, the roaring in her ears threatening to engulf her whole.

Feyre only had eyes for Rhysand. For the way his face hardened, violet eyes blazing with a mix of irritation and . . . was that fear?

"Feyre, darling," he chastised, though he was clever enough to remain wary, "Behave."

But she was past the idea of listening to him.

Ripping through two floors of the manor, thick, thorned roots burst through the wooden paneling and wrapped itself around Rhysand. A shout of pain sounded from the High Lord of Night, but Feyre ignored it.

“Yes, I made a bargain with you.” At her most desperate of moments, and he’d known that. He’d taken advantage of it. Twisted her bone and tasted her tears. “And you’re welcome to try and take me. But I wonder—” she held her tattooed hand up, fingers curling into a fist, nails digging into that ever-watchful eye. “If I kill you, Rhysand, who will come to call upon my debt?”

It did something to her, to see his perfectly coifed hair in disarray, the pristine clothes he always wore torn and ripped and ruffled. To see the male that haunted her, struggling in her grip.

“Break the bond.” She gestured to her tattooed hand with her chin.

“What?” he laughed — a breathless, panicked sound.

Feyre twisted her enclosed fist and a root mimicked her motion, digging into his flesh and earning another strangled shout of pain from him. “Break. The. Bond.”

Fury gleamed in Rhysand’s eyes and he gasped out a string of words as power glowed over his body. She felt a heat over her arm and gasped, dropping to her knees. Tamlin was there in an instant, shielding her with his body as the roots and thorns began to sink away. When Feyre looked back over her arm, she saw unmarred skin, devoid of any inky black whorls.

“Feyre?” Tamlin’s voice was so close to her ears, feeding the happiness flooding through her body. “Are you okay? Are you alright?”

“It’s . . . It’s gone.”

“Yes,” disbelief colored his laughter, “It’s gone.”

But she hadn’t forgotten their intruder, and Feyre snapped her head up to look at Rhysand as he unfolded himself from the crumpled heap on the floor and stood. That fury was tinted with a wildness she’d never seen before and she scrambled to stand, to put Tamlin behind her, only to find him doing the same.

“You may have broken this bond here.” Rhysand’s voice was ragged, unhinged. “But you’ll find soon enough, Feyre, darling, that there are other bonds that you cannot escape.”

And as Feyre felt Tamlin squeeze her against him, shielding her from whatever he believed Rhysand would do, the High Lord of the Night Court vanished in a wave of shadows.

a/n: my girl needed more 'thorn-personified' moments imo. (iirc mates can’t hurt each other? we’re forgoing that here because where’s the fun in that)

[diazsdimples]

Keeping with the fairytale theme from the sleeping beauty ask ..

buddie + beauty & the beast 🌹

Fun fact: I played Chip in my school's production of this! Anyways.

Buck is Belle and Eddie is the beast. Buck was adopted by Bobby, and lives in a tiny village, and he loves it there. Mostly. It's a little small and everyone knows him but he's got loads of books to read and some good friends too. Only problem is, he's being incessantly chased by Natalia, some lady who's decided she's going to marry him, and no matter how hard he tries, he can't shake her.

Eddie, meanwhile, is the beast, cursed because of [insert tragic backstory here]. He lives in this big castle, mostly because it's a convenient place to hide himself and Christopher from the rest of the world. When he was cursed, his household staff (including Hen & Chim as Cogsworth and Lumiere) were turned into furniture. Very annoying, meddlesome furniture. And then, imagine his shock when a very handsome, very sweet young man seeks shelter in his castle because he's looking for his father (who Eddie might have accidentally imprisoned 😬). He's moved by this young man's pleas for his father's release, and honestly he'd like a bit more company around the place that isn't his son or his staff, so he negotiates. Buck stays. Bobby leaves.

Naturally, Eddie doesn't tell Buck about the curse, or about how he has to learn to love someone (and himself) for it to be lifted. He tries to make Buck's time there as pleasant as possible, whilst also reminding the man that he is a prisoner. He tries to keep Christopher away from Buck, but the kid has this irritating way of getting into places he doesn't belong and Buck finds him in the library one day. The two immediately strike up a friendship, and that's ultimately his way to Eddie's heart (and Eddie's way to Buck's)

Not easily deterred, Natalia and a bunch of thugs from the village storm the castle. Buck get caught up in the fight and, terrified that he's going to get hurt, Eddie flings himself in front of him and takes a pitchfork to the side. Buck pulls him away from the battlefield (its okay cause their magic furniture is badass af) and patches Eddie's wounds in his room. And that's when Eddie realises he's falling in love (and so is Buck). They fall asleep in each other's arms.

The next morning, Eddie sees that his enchanted rose is back in full bloom, and he's shocked to find himself in human form. And so is Buck cause he fell asleep in this massive creature's furry arms and has woken up in the arms of someone that's frankly as hot as sin. Eddie realises what's happened and tells Buck about the curse, revealing that it could only have been broken by him falling in love. Buck, thankfully, puts two and two together and they sleep together. Chris is delighted to see his dad back as his dad and they live happily ever after (and Bobby moves in to the castle where he meets Athena and they live happily ever after too)

[kurishiri]

14 . . . “ burned by a plead and an impulse ”

— 🌹 elbert’s main route chapter 14 premium story.

— this translation may not be 100% accurate or may contain creative liberties. if you enjoy, please consider reblogging, but don’t repost or claim these as your own!

— cw: invasion of personal space.

There was no presence of people in the bed of flowers, where a gentle breeze blew.

Kate: Mmm! That hits the spot...!

Elbert: ...Mn.

Rays of sunlight filtered through the gaps between tree leaves, and I set a basket down nearby. We then sat down next to it as well.

Kate: I like this kind of weather the most. What about you, Lord Elbert?

Elbert: I also like clear days, as they make me feel calm. But... that’s not to say I dislike the rain.

I was searching for something — anything — that Lord Elbert liked or enjoyed. Something, that could make him happy.

That was my secret goal.

While lining the bread and scones I had brought with me on the blanket, I rambled on.

Kate: Then, do you prefer jam on your scone?

Elbert: Yes... Now that I think about it, I do spread jam on more than clotted cream.

E: I seem to have never taken well to milk in the first place...

Kate: So, you like bitter things, but not milk? ...You have a kind of more mature taste.

Elbert: ...And you?

Kate: I... like both sweet things and bitter things... and as for scones, I can go either way with jam or cream.

Elbert: ...Hehe.

Kate: What is it...?

Elbert: I was just thinking... how your glutinous side of you is cute...

Kate: ...!

Elbert: You have cream on your face still. ...Near your mouth.

His fingers brushed over my lips, and with my face feeling warm, I turned away.

Kate: ...Thank you...

(So, he doesn’t like milk, and he likes bitter things.)

(And while he himself doesn’t have much appetite... he doesn’t seem to dislike watching me eat.)

Until we finished our scones, we held a casual conversation without falling silent once — and, Lord Elbert told me many things about himself.

Like how horse riding was considered a trend among nobles, though he had little interest in partaking in betting on the winners...

...but rather, he was fond of taking long rides himself.

With every little bit I found out about Lord Elbert, my heart felt like it was going to spring out of my chest, out of my control.

Kate: ...Being able to hear what you like makes me really happy, Lord Elbert.

(The reason I wanted to know was because I wanted to save him,)

(but instead, I end up feeling so happy that I end up a little bit at a loss.)

I murmured while drinking an after-meal tea, when suddenly Lord Elbert turned to face me.

Elbert: ...Do you, feel like giving me your heart now?

Kate: Eh!?

I thought I was going to drop the teacup in my hand then and there when I heard his words, and I quickly put it down on the saucer.

Kate: N-no... not, yet.

Elbert: Is that so... that’s too bad.

Kate: W-waah, look at this flower! It’s really, really cute!

I purposely changed the subject, avoiding his gaze which seemed to pierce through me.

(...I need to get a hold of myself...)

(If, I end up telling him that my heart’s stolen so soon...)

(He would take me away... then and there.)

(And, I might end up like another one of those decorations in his room.)

Elbert: ...You’re right, it is a very cute flower.

I wasn’t sure whether my attempt at diverting his attention was truly successful or not, but regardless Lord Elbert directed his gaze to the small flower blooming nearby.

Elbert: At one point, I did like making flower crowns... that was when I was young, though.

Kate: ...Crowns...?

It seemed as though he was remembering something, and I couldn’t help but feel drawn to his profile.

Elbert: I often gave them as presents... because, when I did, everyone seemed so happy... and they would smile at me.

With fingers that resembled works of art, he gently picked some flowers and started to make a flower crown with deft movements.

Kate: Wow... you’re really good at this.

Elbert: ...Here you go.

Lord Elbert placed the finished flower crown atop my head.

Kate: Thank you...

Elbert: ...

He smiled so happily, my chest squeezed my heart tightly — painfully.

(So, he liked to make flower crowns... so that others could smile...)

I gently touched the flower crown on my head.

I felt that the Lord Elbert right now who continued to collect beautiful things,

and the young Lord Elbert who made flower crowns, were of the same essence.

(He had always... wanted to make the people beside him smile.)

(Perhaps, that was... all he wanted.)

And that was as endearing as it was painful. These feelings surged from within me, overwhelming me together.

——Because, it was specifically that innocent kindness of his that made him suffer so.

Kate: ...This is a special skill that suits you, Lord Elbert. I think it’s wonderful.

I wasn’t sure I could hide my pain completely, so I looked down as I murmured.

Elbert: ...Kate.

At that moment, a sincere voice called my name.

Kate: Yes?

(...!)

When I lifted my head, I was immediately met with eyes that looked like jewels before me.

At some point, his long, golden eyelashes and skin that looked like pottery had drawn near, closing the space between us.

(Ah, our lips—)

—are going to touch, was what I thought,

and, I immediately pushed back against Lord Elbert’s chest.

Kate: Lord Elbert, what are you...

Elbert: I, want to kiss you.

Kate: ...?

We were so close that our breaths might touch, and his voice lowered as he whispered.

When he did, my head ran so wild, it was a wonder how we were able to converse with each other just before.

Kate: Why...

Elbert: Because, you won’t kiss me.

Kate: That’s... that’s because I...

Elbert: I want to... touch you more.

E: And, I want to know more of you. Your voice, your breath, your warmth... everything.

Kate: N-no, you can’t.

Elbert: ...Really?

Kate: ...!

When he looked at me with those searching eyes, my words caught in my throat.

(Because...)

(You want to kiss me because... you want to ‘have’ me, isn’t that right...?)

Elbert: The more I look at you, the more it hurts... and I can’t bear it...

E: It’s almost like... there’s poison... running through my body.

E: If only you could become mine——this pain would surely disappear.

(Please, don’t look at me with those earnest eyes...)

——Or my heart will waver.

No matter how much I wanted to convince myself otherwise, I couldn’t think of this plead as a tactic he was using to have me.

Lord Elbert wasn’t very talkative, nor was he very expressive. But, even so, he didn’t utter any lie.

That’s why, I couldn’t help but hope.

Hope that, maybe, Lord Elbert wanted to touch me simply because he liked me.

(If... If I tell Lord Elbert that I like him,)

(Maybe, just maybe, Lord Elbert could forgive himself, and wish for happiness with me.)

I could break the curse that was hurting him with something like a ‘true love.’

And, maybe — just maybe — I could save him from the sin he had burdened himself with, and from his atonement.

I... ended up wishing for that kind of fairy tale.

(If I could become)

(the key to save Lord Elbert—)

Elbert: ...Could you move your palm away?

Kate: ...

Elbert: Kate.

His voice seemed to mix with a long sigh, and his shoulders were trembling.

Kate: ...Please... don’t whisper so close to my ear like that...

Elbert: Why? ...Because you won’t be able to push me away with your hand?

Kate: It’s because... I don’t think I’ll be able to stay calm...

Elbert: Does that mean your heart has been stolen?

E: If that’s the case, then there’s no reason for me to stop.

Kate: ...!

My heart was beating so loud, I thought it was going to burst.

It was as though it was shouting at me to give into this impulse.

Elbert: Kate...

Kate: Ah...

Lord Elbert’s arms wrapped around my back, embracing me gently.

With my hands still against his chest, I could tell that Lord Elbert’s heartbeat had quickened too.

(How easy it was for him to embrace me...)

It was as though my acts of resistance were negligible.

Lord Elbert had me surrounded right away, just like that.

He could, easily kiss me by force.

(But even so, he’s waiting for my answer...)

(...Is that because, if he does something reckless, he wouldn’t be able to steal my heart...?)

(Or, is there something more, and he——)

A fleeting hope bloomed in my chest, so faint I could cut through it.

Elbert: ...Kate.

Kate: ...ah...

I could feel his lips on my earlobe, the sensation light.

The feeling was so light that I didn’t know if it was just that his lips happened to touch my earlobe,

but nonetheless it made my body go sweetly numb, making me feel out of this world.

Kate: ...Lord Elbert.

Elbert: You’re not going to push me away...?

Kate: ...!

(That—)

(That’s because, I am in love with you... hopelessly so.)

(In truth, I do want to be touched by you.)

(I want to tell you that I like you, and I want to kiss you too.)

(But, if I do that...)

(...will it be really enough so that he can forgive himself?)

Lord Elbert will probably have me, my heart completely stolen, then.

As another object of atonement.

(Just how much would the act of hurting someone who likes him in order to ‘have’ them—)

(—hurt Lord Elbert, deeply so?)

Kate: ...We...can’t.

Letting out a hot breath, I desperately clung to reason,

and strongly pushed his chest away.

Kate: Please, don’t kiss me...

Elbert: ......

It was a choice that would neither save him nor hurt him.

I had no idea that saying something against my heart could be so painful.

Elbert: ......Alright.

Lord Elbert quietly murmured, letting me go.

(...I...I really...)

(I really... don’t want you to let me go.)

A complex mix of frustration that made me want to chase after him and relief filled my chest.

Just then—

Kate: ...!

Lord Elbert’s head dropped on my shoulders with a small thump.

Elbert: ...Is this at least, alright with you?

Golden locks tickled the crook of my neck.

I couldn’t see his expression, but I could hear a little bit of sadness, along with relief, in his voice.

Kate: ......Yes.

Elbert: Thank you...

Like a child who got his wish granted, his forehead rested on my shoulder.

(...I, want to hug him...)

He was so endearing, and yet, I had to keep it a secret — and it hurt my heart.

We stayed that way until evening came.

It seemed that even the most trivial thing could shatter this quiet tranquility, inside which I wavered.

—— Time skip ——

That night, after dinner, we were called in by Victor and William.

William: We would like to discuss with you two about the auction hosted by the Bernard Company that Elbert was invited to.

W: It would appear that there is a high chance that the top of the Company will make an appearance there.

W: If you manage to win the bid for the special showcase, we might have the chance to make contact with him.

(The special showcase... he must mean the blue diamond.)

William: Once that happens, it would be ideal to take care of Bernard away from the public eye.

W: In the event you’re unable to do so, then if you can come up with a pretext to meet with him again, that will also suffice.

Elbert: ...Alright... understood.

William: Then, I leave the rest to you. Ahh, before I forget.

W: On the surface they are masquerading as a salon party, so allegedly you will need a partner to accompany you...

W: Have you decided on someone, Elbert?

Without a moment’s hesitation, Lord Elbert’s gaze turned toward me.

Elbert: Kate... I want you to come with.

​​Somehow, I managed to reel my mind back to myself, and suppressing the pounding of my heart, I nodded.

Kate: ...Alright, I look forward to working with you.

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[napswithwolfie]

LU Pokemon AU

Team Fabulous✨ Warriors' team is meticulous about their appearance, often done to conceal their actions and emotions to project a professional image

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Time Sky 🌹Warriors Twilight Wild Legend Hyrule Four Wind

Team descriptions under the cut 👋👀

🌹 Mega Gallade: A shining example of knighthood.

No matter what angle you look at them from they're posed picture perfect. (somehow their cape always blows in the perfect direction…)

They have the cape flick down to a science.

🌹 Roserade: Don't be deceived by Roserade's delicate appearance. They seem fastidious pruning their roses but those blooms hide thorny whips ready to attack.

They love shopping for perfumes with Warriors and setting him up with lively women who compliment their scent - a vanilla bourbon, sweet but smoke with a slight woodsy touch. Roserade may be a little romanticist.

🌹 Bisharp: They mirror Warriors’ ability to slip into professionalism. Bisharp is proud of its ability to cut through the chaos of combat and stay focused, absorbing all that's going on and continuously formulating plans and contingencies.

Their stiffness can often be mistaken for stoicism, but it armor against their anxieties.

🌹 Ribombee: A cutee with a scarf? But fr I wanted a small, delicate creature amongst his powerful team to serve as a metaphor for his need to guard himself, a young boy, beneath the captain's persona.

Ribombee constantly reminds warriors he's still a Link with their light-hearted and cheeky personality. There are no airs or masks acting freely as themselves.

🌹 Dragapult: They pick up the souls of lost infantry, refusing to release them from combat, trapped to fight another battle that isn't theirs.

Warriors looks at Dragapult with mild repulsion and guilt. He understands its Dragapult's nature, acting on its pure animalistic instincts. But he can't reconcile that perhaps he may share too much in common with them.

🌹 Braviary: The valiant pokemon. They will survey the battle overhead, diving down to where they're most needed, fighting fiercely to protect their teammates.

Braviary is headstrong and will act on its own sense of justice. It usually leads to them over extending and braving unnecessary injuries.

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Notes: I originally wanted to include hoopa, then quickly realized having a dimensional hopping pokemon that can't actually help the chain dimension hop isn't going to work. Maybe they'd be Cia's partner pokemon instead hrmmmm

Honourable mention - quaquaval… why is their hair so big, because it's full of secrets

🔴 Partner pokemon: Mega Gallade

⚪ Smaller team: Mega Gallade, Roserade, Bisharp

🔂Time 🐥Sky 🌹Warriors 🐶Twilight 🏹Wild ✌️Legend 🍃Hyrule 🧩Four 🌊Wind

All characters belong to Jojo's Linked Universe

[strawberry-soot]

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🌹RIDDLE BIRTHDAY SSR FLOWER ANALYSIS* 🌹*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Unsurprisingly, Riddle has roses. The red roses in his bouquet symbolize commitment, devotion, and elegance, as well as passion. Pink roses stand for gratitude, admiration, sweetness, and elegance as well. Other than the red and pink roses in full bloom, he also has green rosebuds. Rosebuds in general are symbols of beauty and courage, while green roses represent cheerfulness and rejuvenation. However, they can also stand for jealousy and envy.

In the Victorian Language of Flowers dianthus is a symbol of passion, affection, and gratitude. They have a spicy scent, and it’s thought that letting its smell be blown away by the wind after picking and smelling it, your troubles will be carried off as well.

Cockscomb is associated with wealth and prosperity, or courage and bravery, though in literature it often symbolizes arrogance or pride. In the Victorian era, it signified passion and deep emotional bonds. Nowadays, cockscomb is often used in political campaigns and protests as a symbol of resistance and fighting oppression.

The big red flowers in his bouquet are either gaillardias or gerberas. Gaillardias, in the Language of Flowers, are used to represent joy, optimism and happiness, as well as modesty, aristocracy, and abundance. Gerberas on the other hand typically stand for beauty, innocence, purity, and loyalty.

Gypsophila, or baby’s breath, is a symbol of young love, everlasting love, and new beginnings, as well as innocence, and is usually gifted to mothers.

The two-colored flower at the edge of his bouquet could be red-white cosmos or checkers dahlia. Cosmos flowers represent order and harmony, balance, innocence, modestly, joy, and beauty. Dahlias are symbols of elegance, inner strength, change, and dignity. However, they also have some more negative meanings, such as instability, betrayal, and dishonestly.

Butterfly weed symbolizes personal transformation and growth, such as letting go of grief, as well as human resilience, and the happiness and positivity that comes from change.

Finally, he has a little prince protea in its still closed state. Proteas symbolize boldness, transformation, and change, diversity, strength, and adaptability. It relies on fire to sprout its seeds so the meanings of reliance, and the power to survive practically anything are especially prominent and common.

Naturally, these are only my un-educated guesses considering I’m by no means a flower specialist so take everything with a grain of salt, and feel free to let me know if I got anything wrong/what flowers I might’ve missed.

[the-wistful-willows]

Bonjour.

*The person who said that seems to be short and in a red robe.

*They sound like a five year old.

They sighed. Does nobody know how to knock? It got u—…

….F l o ?

No. They wouldn’t come back. Plus, it knew how Flo acted. He knocks on the door rhythmically 7 times, and says ‘Salut’ instead. Willow always thought it was dumb but…

They walked to the door.

 Bonjour! Comment allez-vous? 

[chloe-spade]

Twisted Fairytales + Others : Fanfic Archive

This is an archive of all of the fanfics that are based on both Disney and Barbie Movies and everything in between!

The Little Leeches

Status: Finished

Floyd was always interested in the Land above, despite being a merman. What happens if he and his twin brother went above to learn more about the humans?

Ships: Floyd x Riddle, Trey x Jade, Idia x Azul

Chapters:

Act One: The Land Above

Act One: Part of that World

Act One: Heartbreak

Act Two: Poor Unfortunate Souls

Act Two: Introductions

Act Two: A Day in Town

Act Three: Love Blossoms

Act Three: Love Can be Broken

Act Three: Love can be Healed

Epilogue: Love Prevails

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The Glass Slipper

Status: Finished

Cater Diamond's life took an unexpected turn when his father married a women who turned out to be a vindictive women and her two daughters. Now he's lives as their servant, trying to keep positive underneath it all. What if he caught the attention of a certain prince?

Ships: Malleus x Cater

Chapters:

Prologue: The Beginning

Act One: A Meeting to Remember

Act One: Sweet, Sweet Nightgale

Act Two: The Prince is Giving a Ball!

Act Two: A Lovely Night

Epilogue: A Lovely End

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A Rose Sword

Status: Work in Progress

After being cursed on their christening, two brothers are separated for their protection. After 17 years of being hidden, they have to learn about their origins, and survive the dreadful sleeping curse

Prologue:The Beginning

Act One: Stories of a Blue Sword

Act One: Stories of a Pink Rose

Act One: The Darkness

Act Two: The Day Only Just Begin

Act Two: A Welcome Feeling

Act Two: Once Upon a Dream

Act Three: The Sleeping Curse

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

Thorned Love

Status: Finished

Vil is known as an outsider with a pretty face, and eldest son to a crazy inventor. He knows that, but chooses to be a bookroom regardless, but when his father got captured by a fearsome beast, Vil willingly took his place instead. Can anyone learn to befriend a beast?

Ships: Vil x Leona, Trey x Jade

Chapters:

Prologue: That Funny Boy, That Vil

Act One: Captured

Act One: Be Our Guest

Act Two: Something There

Act Two: Take as Old as Time

Epilogue: The Rose Bloomed

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Tangled Up

Status: Unfinished

After so many years, Silver finally found an escape out of the tower and into the real world outside. What adventures await him?

Ships: Silver x Ruggie

Prologue

Act One: When Will My Life Begin?

Act One: Finally Free

Act Two: I had a dream.. about you

Act Two: I see the Light

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Sour Apple

Status: Unfinished

After Prince Epel was deemed the fairest of them all, Evil Queen Lorelei is now desperate to claim back her title.

Ships: Epel x Jack

Prologue: The Apple has gone Sour

Act One: Whistle While You Work

Act One: Someday

Act Two: Death after Death

🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚🦚

The Island Prince

Status: Unfinished

A young boy has lived on an island for so many years and now has the chance to go to outside of the island, but is Sil ready?

Prologue:Here on my Island

Act One: Brand New Shore

💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙💗💙

Prince and the Pauper

Status: Unfinished

Two remarkable boys were born in the same day but born to very different circumstances. They have never met but fate has decided they should

Prologue: I'll be Free

Act One: A Taste of Freedom

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12 Dancing Princes

Status: Unfinished

12 different brothers come together when a evil tutor came by to take over their land by poisoning their father, King Lilia

Ships: Vil x Leona, Cater x Malleus, Idia x Azul, Amir(OC) x Jamil

Prologue: Meet the Brothers

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A New Love Story

Status: Unfinished

Idia is the Prince of the Underworld and Son of Hades and Persephone. He one day meets an alluring and cunning nymph he found himself falling in love with.

Ships: Idia x Azul

Prologue

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A Frozen Heart

Status: Unfinished

After an internal winter caused by his older brother, Silver sets himself on a journey to find an end of the winter and get his brother back

Ships:Silver x Ruggie, Malleus x Cater

Prologue: Beware of Frozen Heart

✨✨✨✨More to Be Added!✨✨✨✨

Act One: Dangerous to Dream

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Everlasting Love

Status: Unfinished

Vil and Leona thought they would hate each other forever. But now have a love that has never been seen before, but what happened if someone tried to break that love?

Prologue: My Idea of Love

[day6source]

DAY6_Behind

It blooms on the vertical live Loud Young K Rose 🌹🎤 Now, Young K will sing this song It. has. to be. Rose Blossom...❤️‍🔥

[nemo-of-house-hamartia]

Welcome back! good to see you back here, I missed your content! for the aesthetic game, can you please do one for Dottie and one for Mathias? love them!

Hi there Nonnie! Thank you for your kind words, it's good to be back indeed! :D Allow me to present the Aesthetic for Dorothea and Mathias (also, keep an eye on my dash, because I have other requests for these two, so I have more aesthetic things coming for them :D)

🌹DOROTHEA MARIANNE STARRICK ✨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Morning Star" - Blackmore's Night

"Winter's Bloom" - Adrian Von Ziegler

"Ghost of a Rose" - Blackmore's Night

STEAL HER LOOK:

QUOTES :

“Those freckles make you seem like a galaxy of stars, just waiting to be explored and loved.” - Nikita Gill

“All men have stars, but they are not the same things for different people. For some, who are travelers, the stars are guides. For others they are no more than little lights in the sky. For others, who are scholars, they are problems... But all these stars are silent. You-You alone will have stars as no one else has them.” - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry, Le Petit Prince

“...her who whose beauty is not like earthly beauty, dangerous to look upon, but like the morning star which is its emblem, bright and musical.”- James Joyce, A Portrait of the Artist as a Young Man

“In a Wonderland they lie, Dreaming as the days go by, Dreaming as the summers die: Ever drifting down the stream- Lingering in the golden gleam- Life, what is it but a dream?” ― Lewis Carroll, Through the Looking Glass

HER AESTHETIC:

Starlit sky; Northern Lights setting the sky blazing; stargazing alone on a secluded beach with the waves as gentle company; frost-covered roses in a hidden garden; walking down a path in the forest at night holding a silver lantern as a sole guide with the snow gently falling silently all around; abandoned manors hidden away in the depths of an ancient forest; ghosts still dancing together in ballrooms accompanied only by the music of their memories; sitting by the fireplace on an ancient rocking chair and reading an ancient tome under a thick pelt; sipping on warm rose tea while looking at the snow falling outside; snuggling under the comfort of heavy blankets in a canopy bed;

🌙MATHIAS SÉBASTIEN DE BEAUMONT🎨

MOODBOARD:

PLAYLIST:

"Hijo De La Luna" - Mecano

"Outdoor" - Roberto Cacciapaglia

"Adagio" - Il Divo

STEAL HIS LOOK:

QUOTES:

“Because when he sings...even the birds stop to listen.”- Suzanne Collins, The Hunger Games

“Music expresses that which cannot be put into words and that which cannot remain silent”- Victor Hugo

“Now I want to live like everybody else. I want to have a wife like everybody else and to take her out on Sundays. I have invented a mask that makes me look like anybody. People will not even turn round in the streets. You will be the happiest of women. And we will sing, all by ourselves, till we swoon away with delight. You are crying! You are afraid of me! And yet I am not really wicked. Love me and you shall see! All I wanted was to be loved for myself. If you loved me I should be as gentle as a lamb; and you could do anything with me that you pleased.” - Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

“He stared dully at the desolate, cold road and the pale, dead night. Nothing was colder or more dead than his heart. He had loved an angel and now he despised a woman.”-  Gaston Leroux, The Phantom of the Opera

HIS AESTHETIC:

A small nook to sit and reflect quietly; new quills and parchments; the perfume of freshly brewed coffee, the way the air smell when Autumn is about to arrive, the feeling when the fingers start tickling the ivories and a melody is born, completely encompassing one's soul; the sound of rain against the glass of the windows; riding a horse with the wind caressing one's hair, free from all fears and worries; songs sung together with friends; the perfume of orange flowers and neroli still lingering on the pillow; the sight of the full moon after a night storm; waves crashing against the sand in the distance;

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[thegoddessyuri]

Tittle: Moonlight garden.

Author: Kang Unnie.

Artists: Misspm

Genre: Manhwa, Supernatural, Historical, Weebton, Adult.

Status: Completed.

Synopsis: The enchanting flower maidens of Moonlight Garden are coveted by all, as they are known to provide sexual pleasures beyond the imagination. But Dohwa, a young flower maiden who has not yet “bloomed,” concocts potions in the hopes of escaping her destined fate at the brothel. One night, she is caught stealing ingredients for her potions by Lady Hyewon, the new mistress of the Garden. But it turns out Dohwa isn’t the only one with an agenda. Lady Hyewon harbors a few terrible secrets of her own.

🌼🌻🪻🏵️💮🌸🪷🌷🌺🥀🌹🌼🌻🪻🏵️💮🌸🪷