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theladyofshalott1989 · 18 days ago

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"Every Rose Has Its Thorn" 🌹

An Ominis Gaunt & Rose Blackthorn Valentine's Day One Shot

For my Secret Valentine, @lilredcamaro14!!! <3

It was such a joy getting to know you and your MC this month! Here's a sketch and one-shot, just for you. Enjoy!

Rose wasn’t herself today; Ominis could tell.

She’d been quieter than usual, which was always the first sign. Then, she’d skipped lunch, which had confirmed his suspicions. But what really unsettled him was when she didn’t stand next to him in Care of Magical Creatures class. That had never happened before.

“Did you see Rose in class today?” Ominis asked Sebastian as they walked back to the castle.

“I don’t think so,” Sebastian replied, sounding far too nonchalant. “Maybe she’s feeling under the weather.”

Ominis’s jaw clenched.

“You’re cross with me,” Sebastian said, misreading Ominis’s expression entirely.

“I’m always a little bit cross with you.” Ominis held back a laugh. “But no. I’m just worried about her. That’s all.”

“Rose is a big girl. I’m sure she’s fine.”

“Right.” Ominis knew better than to argue. Sebastian could be oblivious, especially about girls, and by now, their seventh year at Hogwarts, Ominis had made his peace with it. Mostly. It was better than nothing at all, he supposed.

“Well, see you around,” Sebastian said. “If you need me, I’ll be in the library.”

“Not the Restricted Section, I hope?”

Sebastian merely let out a wry chuckle, then darted away.

Ominis rolled his eyes, then resumed his steady stroll toward the castle, his wand extended before him, guiding his steps. He navigated with ease, relying on the familiar cadence of his schoolmates’ voices to orient himself.

Where to? Rose, of course. And Ominis always knew where to go.

Rose stood in one of the four vivariums in the Room of Requirement, scattering food for her Nifflers.

She always sought solace here when her spirits were low.

“Jean, please leave some pellets for the others,” she murmured, watching as her most mischievous Niffler, Jean, once infamous as the Irondale Pilferer, crammed a pawful of pellets into his mouth. His puffed-up cheeks made him look utterly ridiculous.

Rose might have found it amusing on a better day, but today was not one of those. A knot of frustration tightened in her chest, because today, she was upset.

Valentine’s Day was fast approaching. She had never been particularly fond of the holiday. But this year in particular was especially nerve-wracking. Why? Well…

The go-to gift among her friends was always sweets, which she couldn’t enjoy due to her mallowsweet allergy. She could never be sure if it was added to the treats, and more often than not, it was used as a sweetener in the very things that were popular.

And this year, unlike the others, she was being courted. As much as she enjoyed that fact, there was the matter of Ominis. She hadn’t yet told him about her allergy.

Her mallowsweet allergy was so unusual that it was embarrassing, at least to her. But she realized now she hadn’t quite thought her silence about it through. Ominis would likely give her something she couldn’t enjoy, something she couldn’t consume, and it was too late to explain it to him now. The thought of doing just that, and so close to Valentine’s Day, made her palms sweat.

Rose sighed. On second thought, if he did give her something she was allergic to, she supposed she could always thank him for it and then claim she ate it in the privacy of her room. Or, better yet, she could simply never mention it again.

“Rose?”

Rose’s troubled thoughts came to an abrupt halt at the sound of Ominis’s voice.

“I’m here, Ominis! Just a moment, I’ll be right with you.” She finished feeding her Nifflers, shooting Jean one last stern look, before jogging over to Ominis’s side.

Rose still found it wondrous whenever Ominis visited her in her vivariums, ever since she had introduced him to the Room of Requirement last year. Ominis and Poppy were the only two of her friends she’d confided in about the secret room, though she was considering telling Sebastian… eventually. She was starting to tire of their meetings in the Undercroft, with its irritating dust, sticky cobwebs, and stale air.

Ominis had settled on the grass, waiting for her, his wand resting beside him as he lounged on his back, his hands behind his head. At the sound of Rose’s footsteps, he quickly scrambled upright.

“What’s Jean been up to today? His usual shenanigans?” he asked, a delightful smirk curling his lips.

Rose plopped down on the grass beside him. “Always.”

They sat in a comfortable silence for a minute or two before Ominis hummed thoughtfully. He cleared his throat and said, “Rose, is everything okay?”

Rose blinked. “Erm—”

He quickly cut back in: “Because, if so, you know you can always tell me.”

Rose’s eyes began to sting. “I know,” she whispered. As short as her reply was, she had to muster all her strength to get the words out.

“And?” Ominis said, turning his head to face the sound of her voice. He waggled his eyebrows. Rose nearly laughed. Nearly.

“And,” she said through a sigh, her gaze drifting off, just past Ominis’s perfectly coiffed head of dark blond hair, “it’s almost Valentine’s Day.”

“You don’t like Valentine’s Day?”

“It’s not that, exactly. It’s more just…” She hesitated. Should she tell him after all? She really didn’t like keeping things from Ominis. Perhaps she should just get it over with.

Ominis answered for her. “You’re allergic to some sweets.”

Rose’s eyes went wide. “How did you—?”

“I’d like to think I’m more observant than most of our schoolmates.” He chuckled.

Rose’s cheeks warmed. “How did you figure it out?” she said, genuinely curious. Yes, Ominis was more perceptive than most, but she’d always been so careful, so cautious when it came to keeping her vexing allergy a secret.

“Well,” he said, “I’ve noticed you always find an excuse to leave when Sebastian is chomping on his Every Flavor Beans. At first, I thought it was because he chews with his mouth open—annoying, to say the least—but then, a few months ago, just before Christmas, I believe, I was eating them, and you did the same thing.”

Rose’s heart skipped a beat. She hadn’t realized Ominis had been so aware of her habits.

“So, I asked around, and did some more sleuthing of my own, and that’s the conclusion I came to. Mind you, I don’t know the specifics of your allergy—”

“I’m allergic to mallowsweet,” Rose said quickly, before she could convince herself otherwise.

“Mallowsweet!” Understanding dawned on Ominis’s face. His mouth formed a straight line, until he said, “I’m sorry. That must be hard.”

“I’m used to it by now.”

“Well, I have some good news for you.”

“I’d like some good news right now,” Rose replied, a hopeful spark in her eyes.

“Sweets are far too commonplace a gift for Valentine’s Day, at least in my humble opinion.”

Rose laughed. “Oh? Celebrated a lot of Valentine’s Days, have you?”

It was a light tease, but she knew it would hit the mark. This was her first holiday with Ominis since they started courting, and she was aware he hadn’t been with anyone before her. Over the past two years, Rose had noticed how much Ominis enjoyed banter, particularly with Sebastian. So, while it was something she wasn’t particularly skilled at, she’d throw him a bone every so often, always making sure her words remained playful, careful not to overstep.

"Not quite," he said, "but I do enjoy going against the grain every now and then." A mischievous smile crossed his handsome face.

“I love that about you,” Rose replied, surprising herself.

“Oh, do you now?” Ominis leaned in closer, his voice a soft murmur near Rose’s ear. He raised his hand, fingers outstretched, and gently reached toward her. Rose, caught up in the moment, instinctively followed his lead; the grass tickled her face as they lay down, together. He then brought her into his chest, delicately, as if he were asking permission. She allowed it, even guiding Ominis's hand to the crown of her head and her long hair, currently cascading in loose waves across her shoulders. He sighed contentedly as he began to stroke.

Rose summoned all her courage and said, “So, what did you get me?”

“It’s a surprise, my dear,” Ominis replied. “I won’t ruin it. But I hope it helps to know that it’s not sweets.”

Rose smiled. “It does. Very much. Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

Silence fell once more. Rose reveled in the soft touch of Ominis’s long, slender fingers in her hair, his warmth grounding her. But, eventually, as he was so often wont to do, his gentle stroking stuttered, then stopped. His breathing deepened and slowed, signaling that he was drifting off to sleep.

Before he was lost to her entirely, Rose added, her voice a soft murmur, “I don’t need anything extravagant, by the way. Just being here, with you, is more than enough.”

A quiet, sleepy sound escaped Ominis’s lips, something between a sigh and a hum, but he didn’t give a verbal reply. And he didn’t need to. While it was a relief that her secret was now revealed, when it came to her feelings for him and Ominis's feelings for her, sometimes, words weren’t necessary. In Ominis’s arms, Rose felt safe and more content than she’d been in a long, long while. And who knew? Perhaps this year’s Valentine’s Day would be… fun. At the very least, she’d keep an open mind.

#hogwarts legacy #secret valentine #hogwarts legacy mc #rose blackthorn #ominis gaunt x female mc #ominis gaunt x rose blackthorn #ominis gaunt

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yunarim · 2 years ago

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🥀 DAUGHTER OF EVIL | RIDDLE ROSEHEARTS

The flower of evil sweetly blooms with maddening color // Although it's a very lovely flower // Indeed, there are too many thorns to touch it

ʚ🌹ɞ — ever since little you’ve been a servant of evil famous for an unswerving loyalty and devotion to the queendom’s only ruler, a crimson tyrant named riddle rosehearts. his every complaint, his mere whimsies — you’ve made those all come true, had he only snap his fingers. and now, witnessing the end of both of you — you wonder, what kind of future awaits you two?

✎ tags : gn reader, saga of evil inspired, reader as len (aka servant of evil but not riddle's twin, reader and riddle are not siblings in any ways), can be read as platonic, angst throughout the fic, mentions of death, happy ending

▸notes : lmao i actually re-entered my vocaloid obsession phase and decided to give it go. i kinda have all the dorm leaders assigned to the 7 deadly sins series, would you be willing to read everyone else's parts? ㅋㅋㅋ ✦ W.C. : 2.8K

“So, shall we start?”

Riddle crosses his legs, a high heel pointing at the lowly being in front of his eyes begging for something ever so utterly insignificant it’s boring. Ah, no, there’s another emotion making his blood boil in his vessels — annoyance.

“Your majesty,” a plowman swallows under Riddle’s sharp gaze and folds his hands in a prayer gesture, falling to his knees. “I h-have no right to beg, b-but the field can no longer be plowed, it has exhausted all its resources. A-and it hasn't rained in the kingdom for a long time…”

“Ha,” Riddle lets out a provocative laughter. “So? You know you can’t beg me, but came here just for that purpose?”

“P-please, if only you could cast a rain!.. I will repay you twice, no, thrice as hard!! P-please, your majesty, I!—”

“To think that you expect me to excuse you for ruining the field!” He laughs, the hoarseness in his voice rises with a playful tone gliding around him. “Ha!! You insolent brat. You’re forgetting I sorely despise such ignorant fools like you. Off with your head!”

You know what follows this line. You see a collar of an unbelievable beauty, yet also of an eeriness no one would ever want to experience. The collar clasps around the man's neck thin from starving, and wants to dart your glance somewhere else but him, knowing exactly well that you can’t.

“N-no…” a plowman cries. “I’m begging you, your majesty!! Please, anything but my magic!—”

“Take him away,” Riddle sighs, unamused. “I can’t stand these wails anymore.”

“As you wish, your majesty Rosehearts.”

Riddle follows your figure with a concentrated gaze fixed on your movements, and frowns at your actions. You tell the guards to get rid of the man that instant, no emotions flowing in the gleam of your eyes, and he wonders… How could you fit him so well?

There’s an absolute silence when you return and stand beside him at his right, a strong aroma of roses lingering around. It’s deceptively alluring, yet you feel like your skin could crumble just by standing here a second longer, though you also admit there’s no choice other than bowing your head so low it’s painful.

“Yuu,” you don’t dare to shift your eyes to him, nor to move an inch.

“Yes, your majesty Rosehearts?”

“How many times have I told you to stop calling me that?”

“You’re my sublimity, my only light and meaning of my lowly existence,” you answer unswervingly.

“Haaa,” Riddle sighs, pressing a hand to his forehead. “Want to be beheaded so much?”

“I am very sorry, your majesty.”

“You don’t look sorry at all.”

You finally move, ready to fall on your knees, but he rises from his throne and waves a hand, stopping you from doing anything absolutely ridiculous. Ah seriously, did he hurry when thinking you fit him so much?

Can’t you see he’s being different to you?

“Yuu,” his voice is suddenly low and dark. “Drop your act immediately, I know you’re a terrible actor.”

“In order to be an exceptionally flawless servant to you, your majesty Rosehearts, I must—”

“Enough!!”

You finally look up at him, witnessing his frown.

“It’s Riddle for you.”

You jolt when hear his heels echoing in the hall, and turn around to raise an objection, but then again who are you to have the right to do that?

The bells ring with deafening blows of the striker against the bronze walls, and Riddle turns to you, meeting your lost glance.

“Oh, it’s tea time.”

“I’ll prepare everything.”

You bow as lowly as you can, and ask to excuse you for leaving, and go back to the kitchen as if nothing ever happened a few minutes ago.

He’s always been like that. You remember him since you were born. You, a child of a counselor close to the previous king, possessing an enormous amount of magic within, and Riddle, future kingdom’s ruler. Despite your family losing all its value and status, you were assigned to being Riddle’s servant, thanks to the devotion of your ancestors.

Every other servant would often ask you how come you just didn’t abandon your position with the magic of your level or why wouldn’t you just kill him.

You don’t know yourself. If it was that easy to answer, you wouldn’t be here in the first place, and yet an image of Riddle’s genuine smile with a child-like playfulness splashing in the corner of his small red lips was fathoming you with a happiness blossoming inside.

Your heart aches whenever you remember Riddle mother’s strict yells and slaps she gave for mistakes at the age of five. You remember him sneaking out to eat a strawberry tart you bake, you also can’t forget the scars she left on you for being so lenient and exceeding your authorities—to think you dared to try helping him.

After all that,

Was there even a way to betray that smile that shines on his face when he looks at you?

“Oh, Yuu.”

You bow to Riddle when you see him approaching you riding a horse. His intimate tender smile who no one ever managed to witness, the smile he demonstrated exceptionally to you.

You can’t help but smile at him in return and jolt right after, remembering you have no right to do that.

“Ah,” he says, jumping off the horse with a light elegant move, and comes to you. “Why did you stop?”

“Stop?” You echo him.

“Smiling. It suits you.”

You swallow painfully, lowering your head and hearing an annoyed sigh from him again.

“Well then,” his hands land on your waist, causing you to gasp. “I just have to make you smile again.”

“Y-your majesty Rosehearts?..”

“Josephine,” he calls his horse and smiles. “Help me out.”

Josephine lowers slightly to make it easier for you to get on, and Riddle tries unsuccessfully to put you on.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, let me…”

You follow his silent request to get on the horse, and look at him with a confused gaze. Everything becomes more complicated when he jumps right after, making your back touch his chest, and he grabs the reins.

“Y-your ma!—”

“Ha-ha!” His laugh is clear and genuine, he smells like roses even on a horse, and you can’t help but smile. “I always wanted to ride with you.”

“With me?..”

“Indeed. You’re different from them.”

“Yes?”

“You…” A strong wind current makes you close your eyes and grab the reins in order to not fall, and feel Riddle pressing his whole body to yours, making sure you will hear him almost whispering in your ear. “Never speak bad about me behind my back.”

You don’t know how to respond, but Riddle doesn’t look like he would be happy to hear your reply in any case, so you let yourself enjoy the ride for a minute, and then turn to him, your heart skipping a beat at the sight of his pinkish cheeks.

“I have something to report—”

“Yuu!”

You hear two familiar voices, and ask Riddle to dismount. He helps you to get off the horse, and those who called you by your name run to you, welcoming in a warm embraces.

“Ace, Deuce,” you greet them calmly, despite your heart beating much faster. “I apologize for meeting you in such an unpleasant state of mine.”

“Nonsense,” Ace laughs off. “You’re just as silly as ever!”

“He’s right,” Deuce joins him and pokes your cheek. “We missed you!”

“I…” You turn to Riddle.

He’s not frowning, he’s not annoyed, he’s… You know that emotion. Disdain.

“Good afternoon, your majesty,” Deuce welcomes him, bowing, and Ace follows him not so eagerly.

“Ignorant as you ever were.”

“Your majesty Rosehearts, I wanted to report that Ace Trappola and Deuce Spade came in order to negotiate regarding the distribution of magical resources.”

“That is right, your majesty,” Deuce says. “And we have to proclaim the most important decision we had to make.”

You feel Ace grabbing you by the shoulder and look at him as if he lost all of his mind. And maybe he really did.

“We need to take Yuu with us as the only person left in the whole Queendom of Roses with such an enormous magical energy in order to provide them a promising future.”

You met Ace and Deuce while going shopping in the Clock Town, running out of magical artifacts, and instantly felt an unknown warm feeling growing in your chest. Red roses of happiness blossomed within, when you recognized that you can actually feel the emotion of being loved by your friends. You genuinely enjoyed the times you happened to meet them in the town.

And even though you knew they, like all of people in the Queendom of Roses, couldn’t stand Riddle Rosehearts’s tyranny and frivolous restriction of other people's magical abilities, you were predestined to have an exceptional enormous magic flowing within you, which Ace and Deuce were interested in. And unlike others, their unrotten desire was to make you happy, to let you study magic just as freely as you wished.

You once said you can’t betray your master, and the following question ‘Why is that?’ was absurdly reasonable, and yet you couldn’t bring yourself to answer.

There was no such reason. Nothing except for Riddle’s warm smile, his lenient approach to you and the way his cheeks grew red when he was trying to impress you with gifts. You couldn’t dare to imagine deceiving his rapid heartbeat whenever you two studied magic together.

But Ace and Deuce were adamant to the point they wanted you to be free even and tyrant to be dethroned miserably. Despite knowing the state Queendom of Roses was in, how people starved and died after their magic being restricted which led to rain no longer falling and soils drying out forever, you still were… selfish.

And maybe your friends were too when deciding they could just rip you off Riddle’s strong chains.

“Make sure the Clock Town is badly stirred.”

You fell on your knees, your mind filled with void, and the only thing you could think about was to execute an order Riddle gave.

Your hands were shaking, you couldn’t hold the magic pen properly, and the flames of red flew everywhere around the Clock Town.

Heart-rending screams filled the entire space. You did not notice how the cinders and burnt dust filled your lungs; hysterical crying and crackling sparks of fire rang in your ears, but you mindlessly walked forward, squeezing the magic pen in your fingers.

“Yuu…” Deuce heard you, turning around.

He threw his head up, and a new stream of unrestrained tears gushed from his clear teal eyes.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be. Remember me and Ace love you.”

He chuckled before you casted a magic spell devouring him.

“Goodbye, my dear best friend.”

You closed your eyes, dropping the pen and letting out an uncontrollable wail.

The servants ran away as time was short. You watched Ace leading the opposition, magic traces so obvious it could be seen in the air with the flows of bright crimson, ashes surrounding every inch of the castle, and you drew the curtain.

“Your majesty Rosehearts, you should run!”

“To hell with running away! I’m not a coward! I want to protect you!!”

“Y-you majesty Rosehearts,” your voice trembled at how genuine Riddle sounded, and you bit your lip, kneeling before him.

“Before long, the angry townspeople will probably overthrow us. Even if we so rightly deserve this. Despite this, I will still defy them.”

“Don’t you dare!! It’s an order, Yuu!”

You turned to him, his eyes glowing with unconcealed sadness and rage at once, tears sliding down his cheeks.

“Off with your head!”

You reflect the spell he tried casting on you, gifting him with an apologetic smile, and Riddle sees how much blot you accumulated.

“Yuu… no… you can’t…”

“Riddle.”

He rose up his head and felt air hitching in his throat, not allowing him to say anything to you.

“I’ll cover as you, and you use all the magic remaining to cover as me. You need to escape immediately, this would be my one and only wish. You remember I never asked for anything? Now it’s time for you to finally grant me your safety.”

Wave of magic enveloped you, and the second after Riddle was staring at the copy of himself, an ink embracing your limbs, and he felt pathetic for leaving you in that state.

“You… you ignorant… brat… How could.. you!” Sobs prevented him from speaking clearly, squeezing his throat with burning rods, but he could not go across your last request, waving a magic pen, and taking on your appearance. “If it’s to protect you, I will even become evil.”

Even if the entire world becomes his enemy, I will protect you, so just be there smiling and laughing.

You feel like burning, ashes and magic currents no longer feel familiar, it’s a deadly fire to your skin, and you see Ace screaming when flames envelop your body, and you physically feel how phantom rips off your body, the threads of your connection dying out. You use your last remaining powers to let the cover be saved to the very end, even when Ace’s hateful odious gaze filled with poison towards Riddle fixes on you.

It’s painful. It’s painful to the point you want to let your cover wear off, to beg Ace to save you from this burning hell, and the glimpse of familiar crimson hair locks somewhere behind the wall of dust chains you up to the conscious state for a moment.

Ah… right. The very reason you feel like disappearing is him.

You smile at him, seeing his teary eyes, and want to run closer, to ride Josephine together one more time, to sneak out and eat a strawberry tart, to practice magic together, to—

To envelop him in your warm embrace and to never let him go. If I could be reborn, at that time, I’d like to play with you again.

You press a hand to your forehead, wondering how in the world did you end up transmigrating to the other dimension. It was pretty much fine minding your business on Earth, why would you suddenly transfer here? And what is here actually?

You hear people whispering something about you—magicless human, blah-blah-blah or whatsoever—is magic really a thing here? You suddenly feel a viscous feeling tiring you out when you think about using magic. How peculiar, given you don’t even know what it would be like.

“To think you presume you would run away from me.”

You blink absentmindedly when you hear the voice so oddly familiar and strangely endearing, despite the situation not being conducive.

“Off with your head!”

The tone, the hoarseness in this voice makes you jolt and swallow, you don’t realize you’re shivering.

“You okay?” Someone asks you but you don’t hear anything despite the voice.

You follow its source with your concentrated gaze and finally find the boy with bright red hair and gray eyes, an annoying gaze of which is aimed at the creature who introduced himself as Grim, who caused the commotion.

“As wonderful as ever. Any and all magic gets sealed by your Unique Magic, Riddle-san.”

Riddle…

How come you know his name despite never having met him before?

“Hmph,” the boy shrugs it off. “Of course I— Huh?”

You feel his gaze landing on you, and he drops his magic pen, looking straight at you. Indescribable feeling fills you up instantly, and you suddenly just know your skin feels like it's burning, and somehow there’s a rose aroma lingering in the air.

“Yuu?..”

“Huh? You know them?” The other boy asks when Riddle parts his lips.

“I am not… sure?”

“You’re,” you approach him, subconsciously feeling a strange urge to embrace him. “Riddle Rosehearts.”

“You’re correct, indeed, but how in the world… Ahem.”

He coughs and stretches out a hand to you to shake it.

“Nice to meet you. Please call me… Riddle.”

“What?! Did dorm leader Rosehearts just say to call him only by his name… this magicless human?!”

You don’t know what you are getting down on your knees and taking his hand, pressing an ephemeral kiss on its back.

“W-wha?!—”

“Oh!” You raise up instantly, realizing what you just did. “I’m sorry, it was an… instinct?..”

“Is that so…”

Somehow… you don’t understand what is that exceptionally majestic about him, but you smile and see how his cheeks grow red.

“Riddle,” you say his name out loud quite awkwardly, as if trying to roll it on your tongue and taste how it sounds, and he blushes. “I know it’s sudden, but would it be okay to eat a strawberry tart together after this all will be solved?”

“I… don’t mind.”

If I were to be reborn... it'll be nice if we'll meet again.

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst x reader #riddle x reader #riddle rosehearts #ace trappola #deuce spade

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1980ssunflower · 1 year ago

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fuckkk i just remembered how she says "i love you" before resetting everything again to continue this endless loop to still be together and stop the end the world 😭😭😭

#like fuck my ENTIRE life CRIES #like its so CRAZY like you get to talk to the REAL her inside of her god self to end w this decision #the entire thing just makes me wahhhh #the tagline of this psychological horror game was right. this IS a love story 😭#tape entry circa 1980 #f/o:🌹every rose has its thorn🗡️

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thesiouxzy · 2 months ago

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Which of these 2 power ballads do you feel is most popular?

🌹Poison- Every Rose Has its Thorn (Oct 1988)

🌟 Warrant - Heaven (July 1989)

#warrant #jani lane #bret michaels #poison #power ballad #80s #80s rock #hair metal #power ballads #80s metal

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starshadyy · 1 year ago

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🌹 every rose has its thorns… 🥀

#CASSIE ROSE my pumpkin queennn #i <3 evil women #we support women’s wrongs on this blog #my art #minecraft story mode #minecraft story mode fanart #mcsm #mcsm fanart #mcsm cassie rose #the white pumpkin #tw blood

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vancruejovi · 7 months ago

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I wanna be a cowboy baby 🌹 (art by vancruejovi)

#my art #cowboy #artists on tumblr #original art #Spotify

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adrianasunderworld · 11 months ago

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Brigerton au: Isabelle Rosa-Crewel

Isabelles father remarried into the Crewels after her mother abandoned them. She was formally adopted and recognized as Divus daughter afterwards.

The Crewels own a great deal of businesses relating to textiles and clothing. Such as selling and importing fabrics, owning a number of high end dress shops and sewing stores. Miss Lilith Crewel The matriarch of the family also owns a ladies magazine that does very well for itself and is popular amoung women in various social classes.

In preparation for Isabelles first season out into society, Lilith Crewel had arranged for her old acquaintances, the Ashengrottos, to protect her. Isabelle as the sole heir to a vast fortune also puts her in danger to gentlemen of less honorable intentions. From Fortune Hunters looking to marry her and take advantage of her money to the real possibility of being ransomed, however unlikely it may be. Regardless, Lilith had no intention of taking a risk on her granddaughters well being until an appropriate match can be found.

As such, now Isabelle is under the protection of the Ashengrotto family, with their daughter, Drew as her main protector. Ensuring no such comes to her. Isabelle does not mind Drew's company and the two become good friends.

However, it appears her grandmothers suspicions were correct. Most of the suitors that come to call do not catch her attention and clearly only telling her what she wants to hear and asking questions that mostly pertain to the lifestyle she is able to afford. If not, many are also scared away after the intimidating presence of her grandmother and Drew.

Isabelle as a romantic and lover of romance novels, is hopeful for a love match someday, but so far no man has caught her eyes. Until a mysterious stranger visiting from Briar Valley comes to town for the season.

🌹🎀🌹🎀🌹

"Miss Isabelle Rosa-Crewel was presented this season by her grandmother, Madam Lilith Crewel. Brought into high society as a child, Miss Crewel has been able to blossom like a rose over the years in more ways than one. A sentiment that shows in her reputation as one of the great beauties of The Ton. However, every rose has its thorns, as it appears Miss Crewel must prepare them for the slew of suitors that will undoubtedly be looking at her lofty fortune as the sole heir of her family. Will this rose be plucked from her garden, or will she stay firmly rooted where she is? This author cannot wait to find out." -Lady Whistledown

Drew belongs to @mangacupcake

@marrondrawsalot @writing-heiress @the-weirdos-mind

#twisted wonderland #twst oc #twst yuu #miss yuu #isabelle rosa #lilith crewel #twst Drew #drew is not my oc #brigerton au #twst brigerton au

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mysticinsightstarot · 6 months ago

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Hii 💙

Let's dive into this detailed tarot spread about your future spouse, with Mingyu from SEVENTEEN's vibes guiding us! 🌟✨ Get ready for a fun and insightful journey filled with lots of quirky details and bright emojis!

1. Appearance & First Impression:

Card 1: 10 of Wands & The Sun Oof, your future spouse might look like they’ve got the weight of the world on their shoulders, but that doesn’t dull their shine! ☀️💪 The 10 of Wands suggests they might appear a bit burdened or serious at first, but The Sun tells us that beneath that, they radiate warmth, positivity, and a bright, joyful energy. Their appearance has a magnetic quality, drawing people in with their glow—even when they’re working hard or under pressure. They have a strong presence that can’t be ignored, almost like the sun breaking through a cloudy day. 🌤️

Card 2: Page of Wands First impressions? Playful, adventurous, and full of youthful energy! 🎉 The Page of Wands shows that when you first meet them, they’ll come across as someone who’s always up for an adventure. They have a spark in their eye, a vibe that says, “Let’s go explore!” 🏞️ You’ll immediately sense their curiosity and enthusiasm, like they’re ready to take on the world with you by their side. They bring excitement into any room they enter, making you feel like every day with them is a new beginning.

2. Personality:

Card 3: 6 of Cups & Death Externally, your future spouse has a sweet, nostalgic vibe (6 of Cups) but with a depth that hints at major transformations (Death) 🌸🌑. People see them as someone who’s connected to their past, maybe even a bit sentimental or traditional in some ways. However, they’re not afraid of change; they’ve probably gone through some significant transformations in their life, which gives them a profound, almost mysterious aura. It’s like they carry the wisdom of someone who’s experienced deep changes and emerged stronger. They’re the perfect mix of old-school charm and modern reinvention. 💫

Card 4: 2 of Wands Internally, they’re always planning and dreaming about the future 🌍✨. The 2 of Wands shows that they’re a visionary, constantly thinking about what’s next. They’re the type who has a map in their mind, always looking at the bigger picture and making plans for the next big adventure. While they might appear calm and collected on the outside, inside they’re full of ideas and possibilities. They’re someone who’s never truly satisfied with staying still; they’re always ready to move forward, explore new territories, and make their dreams a reality. 🗺️

Card 5: 3 of Pentacles Their strength lies in teamwork and collaboration 🤝✨. The 3 of Pentacles shows that they’re great at working with others, building things together, and bringing out the best in everyone. Whether in their personal or professional life, they shine when they’re part of a team. They’re the kind of person who values the input of others and knows that the best results come from collective effort. People admire them for their cooperative spirit and their ability to create harmony in groups.

Card 6: 5 of Pentacles But every rose has its thorn 🌹. The 5 of Pentacles indicates that your future spouse might struggle with feelings of insecurity or lack at times. They might worry about not having enough, whether it’s material wealth, emotional support, or something else. These fears can make them feel isolated or left out, even when surrounded by people who care about them. It’s something they’ll need to work through, learning to trust that they’re worthy and deserving of abundance in all forms. 💖

3. Career & Ambitions:

Card 7: Ace of Pentacles Career-wise, they’re all about new opportunities and building something solid 💼🌱. The Ace of Pentacles shows that they’re either starting a new venture or constantly seeking ways to grow and expand their financial stability. They have a practical side that’s focused on creating a secure foundation for the future. Whether it’s a new business, investment, or career path, they’re driven by the potential to create something lasting and valuable. This card screams “new beginnings” in the material world, and they’re ready to grab it with both hands!

Card 8: 9 of Swords However, their ambition can sometimes turn into anxiety 😰. The 9 of Swords suggests they might be prone to overthinking or stressing out about their goals. They could be a bit of a worrier, especially when it comes to their career and making sure they’re on the right path. They care deeply about succeeding and might put a lot of pressure on themselves to get everything just right. It’s important for them to find balance and not let those worries keep them up at night. 🌜

4. Relationship Dynamics:

Card 9: 3 of Wands & Temperance In terms of compatibility, the 3 of Wands shows that your relationship will be all about growth and expansion together 🚀🌍. You’ll both be looking towards the future, making plans, and setting goals as a team. But with Temperance, it’s also about balance, patience, and blending your energies harmoniously. You’ll complement each other beautifully, each bringing something unique to the table and creating a relationship that’s both exciting and peaceful. It’s a dynamic where you both push each other to grow while keeping each other grounded. 🌈

Card 10: Ace of Swords & Knight of Cups When it comes to communication, they’re clear, direct, and emotionally expressive 💌🗡️. The Ace of Swords indicates that they value honesty and clarity in their words—they’re not one to play games or beat around the bush. Paired with the Knight of Cups, they’ll also be romantic, bringing a lot of passion and heartfelt emotion into the way they communicate. They’ll tell you exactly how they feel, often in a poetic or deeply moving way. Get ready for some love letters and deep conversations that touch your soul. 📜💖

Card 11: 8 of Cups Emotionally, there might be moments where they feel the need to walk away from things that no longer serve them 🚶‍♂️🌊. The 8 of Cups shows that your future spouse is someone who’s not afraid to leave behind what’s not fulfilling, even if it’s difficult. They’re on a journey towards emotional fulfillment and might have to make some tough choices along the way. This could mean they’ve had to let go of past relationships or situations that weren’t right for them, but it’s all part of their path towards a deeper connection with you.

Card 12: Ace of Wands, The Lovers & King of Cups The long-term potential of your relationship? Off the charts! 🌟 The Ace of Wands shows that your connection will be full of passion, creativity, and excitement 🔥. Paired with The Lovers and King of Cups, this relationship will be deeply loving, emotionally fulfilling, and spiritually connected. It’s not just about physical attraction (though there’s plenty of that!); it’s also about a deep, soulful bond that brings out the best in both of you. This is the kind of love that feels destined, powerful, and transformative. 💘

5. Advice from the Universe:

Card 13: The Star The universe is telling you to keep the faith 🌟. The Star is all about hope, inspiration, and healing. It’s a reminder that this relationship is guided by a higher purpose and that even in tough times, there’s always a light to guide you. Trust in the journey, believe in the magic of love, and know that you’re on the path to something truly special. This card encourages you to stay optimistic and to keep shining your light, as it will lead you to the love and life you’re meant to have. ✨

Bottom of the Deck: King of Pentacles The underlying energy here is all about stability, security, and abundance 🏰💰. The King of Pentacles suggests that your future spouse is someone who values creating a strong, stable life together. They’re someone you can count on, who will work hard to provide for you and build a life that’s comfortable and secure. They’re grounded, reliable, and have a deep appreciation for the finer things in life. This relationship is built to last, with a solid foundation of trust, love, and mutual respect.

So, there you have it! Your future spouse is a powerful mix of warmth, ambition, and depth, with a relationship that promises passion, growth, and lasting love. 🌟🔥💖 Get ready for an epic love story that’s written in the stars! ✨

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kururu418 · 6 months ago

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🌹 &🧣- Titanic Ten & Kitsune

🌹 (rose) - What does your oc find attractive in other people? Are these traits found in their friends and/or romantic partners? Are they found in themselves?

🧣(scarf) - What comforts your oc? Is it an item? An action? A person? Whatever it is, how any why does it comfort them?

Python

🌹 (rose): Strong wills. Python believes having a strong will and conviction are important traits. He used to be a little hesitant compared to Typhon when he was younger but really grew into his own once he found grew his own iron will. He tends to respect/be drawn to people who also have it. Kyu really drew him in since she was graceful as a flower, but willful as a mountain when needed.

🧣(scarf): Kyu. When just being near her makes him become more calm and think more clearly. He will freely admit he’s better when she’s around. They both love each other, but while Kyu could probably survive with Python, Python definitely can’t function at his best without Kyu.

Kyu

🌹 (rose): Love, particularly for family. Growing up in Takamagahara Kyu considered family ties (blood ties or not) one of the most important things. Seeing how dedicated Python was to the monsters of Mewni who he considered ‘family’ in his own was part of what drew her to him.

🧣(scarf): Her shamisen. It was a gift from Amaterasu and it reminds her of her ties from home. Makes her feel close to Amaterasu and the others.

Echidna

🌹 (rose): Power. Echidna set out to be the ruler of Mewni before she joined the Ten, and she actually clashed with Typhon a few times before she finally came into the fold. Couldn’t help but kind of be attracted by how strong he was lol.

🧣(scarf): Nothing. She never let herself become overly attached to anything or anyone. Not that she didn't feel. She did genuinely love Typhon, Scylla, and the rest of the Ten, but she was ready to temporarily turn off those feeling if she thought it was for the better of herself or the Ten’s goals.

Argus

🌹 (rose): Emotionally, youthful vigor! Loves seeing his kids and grandkids go wild and just go after what they want or dive headfirst into something. Physically… he’s the pervy old man stereotype, so pretty sure you could guess.

🧣(scarf): His staff. There was nothing actually special about it, it was just a random stick Typhon and Python gave him when they were kids.

Orthus

🌹 (rose): Being energetic. Definitely would want a mate who could match his energy, and he always loves when his friends will put as much effort into their play time as he does. (Probably loves playing with Rain or Vander in the future AU for this reason).

🧣(scarf): The club Typhon took from Heracles when he defended Orthrus from him. He keeps it buried near the forest of death. Only he knows where. He digs it up every now and then and brings it to Typhon so they can play fetch before burying it again.

Kruger

🌹 (rose): Class and honor. Kruger thinks someone who can uphold a certain demeanor and character is someone worth respecting (Typhon can be rowdy but he’s honorable when it counts). He definitely strives to be honorable and classy himself.

🧣(scarf): Bloodedge. He feels like he’s missing a part of himself without it. The sword has a will of its own and has bonded with him. Barely lets anyone but him even wield it.

Branch

🌹 (rose): Kindness. Branch loves seeing a kind or sweet spirit. When he joined the war against the mewmans he couldn’t exactly afford to be all that kind to his enemies, but he reasoned he had to be brutal so the rest of his people could preserve their own kind spirits. He admired his sister Blossom for being kinder than anyone else, and feels the same way about Bloom.

🧣(scarf): The Crown of thorns he wears on his head. It was made by his former lover Imena. He used to wear one with flowers, but she thought since he was going into battle he could use one a little more ‘intimidating’.

Matrona

🌹 (rose): Strength. She’s battle crazy so whether plantonically or romantically she’s totally drawn to strong people. She’s so proud all of her descendants ended up being so strong.

🧣(scarf): No any one thing or person in particular, but she does feel much more comfortable when she’s with the rest of the Ten. I also think she’s have a soft spot for Diane in the future au. (Yet another person to spoil her).

Scylla

🌹 (rose): Truthfulness and loyalty. After being lied to for so long she doesn’t even want to entertain being lied to, and she doesn’t let a lot of other people get close since she’s used to being abandoned/shunned. Gadfly has literally never lied to her, and he’s stupidly loyal to her (they love the Ten but if they had to choose between the rest of the Ten and each other, they’d choose each other in a heartbeat).

🧣(scarf): Her earrings. She used to keep them as a reminder to keep up her hatred of the waterfolk, but after learning her mother actually cared about her she thinks of them more fondly. Not that she’d told anyone about it.

Gadfly

🌹 (rose): Loyalty. Gadfly is ride or die and he only respects people who are the same. He will literally bury anyone if it’s for Scylla’s sake, and he knows she’ll do the same.

🧣(scarf): Scylla. Gadfly is not actually insane, but he feels like he can only really think clearly when he’s with her. He could literally fuck off anywhere if it’s with her.

Kitsune

🌹 (rose): Adventurous spirit! He appreciates people with a sense of wonder and adventure (he’s a very bad influence on Nia and her friends, just like Typhon was on him). Definitely filled with that himself.

🧣(scarf): His swords. Gifts from Amaterasu, he felt like he could call himself a true warrior/titan when he was bestowed with them, and that he was a real part of his mother’s heritage.

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