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@iomadachd / / asked for a one liner

flora puts down her hood as the pads of human feet toe across the earth. slow transformation taking place, legs taper to hooves that dig into the mud below. humanity leaving, she looks to the sky. droplets of new falling rain landing upon her face.

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20 for whoever you’d like to throw at me ! <333

🍭 @vulpesse ! / SPOTIFY WRAPPED MEME (THE IN BETWEEN - IN THIS MOMENT)

'I'M IN BETWEEN - in between hell &. heaven.'

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@dilffactory asked for a starter.

flora's chin is lowered, marble green eyes intent & alert as they follow the other's movements through the candle infused darkness. surrounded by circles drawn in blood -- reached into torn flesh to paint altars to the devil.. all in hopes that he will hear them. yet, she looks a touch more somber than she might usually. she is here to learn, to observe.. & to help, if need be.

there is a burning question upon her mind. she does not ask it, for lack of capability. her ability to plot out her next move advising her against it. though there is a fierceness inherent in her to bring her summoner back to the land of the living. she wishes she could inquire as to whether her efforts are a waste of time.

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☽𖤐☾ @khalaesi (𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐮𝐫 𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞)

𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐚 𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭. sitting upon a blanket, while flora winds flowers into the tight braids she's creating for the ghoul below. sitting high upon her knees, the two earth goddesses sparkle beneath the twinkling environment. drinks & pastries about them, with lavender sprigs in their cool tea.

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flora smiles. crouching down, as the small girl on her shoulder gently holds onto her horns for support. she's growing so quickly! but flora & the ministry's nurses have been keeping a close eye on her. for she seems to be developing normally, & flora is quite excited. simply regarding the notion of their ministry having met such an exciting goal, as birthing their savior to the earth. especially if it were such a seemingly lovely soul, as julia antonia. the plant goddess named godmother, & the ultimate deliverer of the unholy child onto their earthly realm. birthed from a cursed womb, & made from the seed of their unholy father. the man that leads their congregation.

she slowly inspects, caresses & then picks a flower. & with a bright smile, she moves her unmasked face upwards. sniffing the rose with her snout, & proceeding to present her with the blooming gift. a nice, red bud, that burns a bloody crimson. that which reminds her of the princess of the damned. & soon, she nods in gesture for the little girl to take her offering. as a gift. not that the hand-made flower crown adorning the young lady's head, wasn't gift enough.

@antiquelic / / asked for flora (ik you liked from pris, but julia is getting fawn)

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Oop. Fluvis is crawling into Flora's lap, offering her the flower hair clip he has brought back for her with a sheepish smile.

☽𖤐☾ @dilffactory (𝐢𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐠𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐬…)

𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐯𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐨𝐧. rocky as the water. she can find the elemental beauty in all. her head merely tilts with a pleased smile & slightly crinkled brows in amused anticipation. watching pleasantly while he climbs up. & her hand immediately (yet slowly, like a creaking oak) lands upon his back. 𝐚 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐠𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞, 𝐦𝐨𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐛𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠. her chin tilting to and fro to follow his movements, with eyes pondering in flickers along the soft shimmering blues of the clips. those that are being offered up by the younger of the two ghouls. as always, it takes her a good handful of moments to react. though once she's processed the details of the gift, she raises her other hand to gently take it from his hand. her smile growing, & eyes lighting up before she looks at him. brightened, with teeth flashing as gentle claws clutch towards her heart. expression deepening in earnest with another tilt of her head. a moment passes before smile turns just a bit coy, with a shift of eyes. bowing her head. 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐟𝐟𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐢𝐩 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 -- only to suggest that he fasten it to her snow white tresses.

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[ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐒 ] ― sender gives receiver flowers ( for flora from cumulus )

her expression is even, despite the gesture.. for a long stretch of time. eyes flickering about the woman's offering of flowers, & studying the arrangement carefully. she is the furthest thing from disingenuous. did not wish to react positively, if she did not truly like the gift that was offered by the air ghoulette. careful, thoughtful & intent. it takes the earth ghoul a long while to carefully pick out each type of flowering bud, to appreciate it in the proper light. mouth in a neutral state, whilst eyes blink. she is not in glamour, though her black robe is on. hood & screen removed, while she doted over the indoor plants. eventually, after what seems like ages (satan bless cumulus for her patience) -- fawn smiles brightly. a smile which pushes her cheeks. ethereal, pleasant. brightening her eyes. cheerful at first! happy. shifting, to attempt to convey what she wishes to. two hands come to her chest and cover her heart, with an appreciative crease of her brow ridges. reaching forth with both of those hands, & fingers curling in interest. she takes the bouquet in both of her hands, & holds the stems delicately. stroking them. taking a moment to smile gently down upon the buds, & thank them for their sacrifice. and for their long lives attached to the earth's soil. body still, in her praise. again -- something that takes a long while. eyes once again reaching back upward to the ghuleh, in slowly raising flowers to her snout. that which wiggles in it's sniff. lips eventually lifting, with a slow nod.

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 / / @chrchgrl

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76﹕ sender  is  caught  snooping  in  receiver’s  things .

Fluvis + Flora

🍭 @suffcring . 𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺

HEAD LOWERED AS GLAMORED FORM ENTERS the threshold of her quarters, adorned with small &. potted plants, crystals &. vials. long nailed fingers on either side move to shed the white hood from her similarly colored hair, before vertical almond hues raise to see fluvis there, looking through some of her personal items.

there's a benign look of subtle shock in her almost glowing eyes. her form without horns or fur at the moment, simply lengthy white tresses &. pink, parted lips. the tiers &. her dewy skin looking hydrated by the very rain she has the potential to bring towards this unholy ground.

like most things it takes a little while for flora to outwardly react. her lips tugging into a tiny smile as feet take another step, bare but leaving a creak from her heavy weight. not only tall, but wide in the hips. one poking forth with a slit in long robe, as she shifts said weight with the bearing of her foot. caught, she watches the ghoul with her brow creasing somewhat in amused confusion, before hand raises to give ghoul a wave.

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‘ oh my god! are you okay? ’ ( Cory @ Flora )

🍭 @tooxldtorememxer !

her face almost looks serene before marble green eyes open wide with a gasp. chest heaving with an arch of her back in breath.

aforementioned gasp is silent, with her enormous form lying upon the ground. a hellish angel, her horns of great antlers stretch on either side. wide hips revealed from slits adorning black robe, &. snow white hair framing fawn-like face.

her eyes flicker until they find cory, and her small mouth along gentle snout is parted to take in oxygen. the slits of her cat-eyed pupils blown wide whilst she reaches for his hand. squeezing with a pinch of onyx claws. nodding her head, surely yet soft.

in reality she has no idea what had caused her to collapse. had been giving life back to small rodent lying on ministry grounds when she found herself losing consciousness. a regression surely, though one that causes a gentle sigh with a furrow of her brow. other hand coming to her support her forehead while vision slips into blackness. caused when back raises from dirt.

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OKAY WAIT ONE MORE

MF 10 with Flora and Fluvis 👀

@dilffactory (𝙽𝚂𝙵𝚆 𝙶𝙸𝙵 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂)

𝐢𝐭'𝐬 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐥𝐬. windy, this morning. the fawn had mischievously left her robe behind. too early for the creeping ministry, in viewing the great beast without her cover. morning sun shining on her, smudged black with facial markings around her beautiful fur-lined visage. with eyes closed, to let the cleansing breeze blow through her hair while earth kicks up from underfoot.

soon shes clomping softly over grass, that is dewy and supple from her treatments. not a spot of brown over satan's earthly dwellings.

though today she does not walk alone. her little wanderer is behind her.

perhaps she is being coy though she simply tests the waters. fluvis gifts her things -- pretty flowers with soil crumbling from it's living roots. curls into her bosom. they pay attention to one another with no means to what it is, & flora finds herself enjoying these moments despite herself.

but why is he walking behind her?

head comes tilted back, with a smile. for they are questions she cannot ask. so the ghoul just giggles. righting her head to make-up for the weight of her antlers.

the short nightdress is porcelain white, & riding strong thighs. [...] however she still toys with black claws.

the humanoid-deer stands more than a foot taller than fluvis, as she understands.

wind fluttering skirts, she looks back with soft pink cheeks ablaze when she sees where his eyes have been happening to fall. [...]

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’ I’m busy digging the dry blood and fleshy skin from under my nails right now. ’ / flora

GORE SENTENCE STARTERS. / / @divinehr

brows narrow & lips wrinkle in slight -- not disgust, but... perhaps somewhere between pensiveness & misunderstanding. in the sense of not grasping why the other was struggling, so. slow to materialize upon her features, though.. lips eventually upturning into a gentle, yet still tight smile. even going so far as to retain it, whilst she whirrs to life. & with gears spinning, the flora ghoul comes to life. taking a stone mortar & filling it with warm water. moving gracefully from her seat, with the stone cupped in both palms. placing the now warm water down upon the shelf.

clawed, brown fingers reach forth to take the lady's hand from the abuse of her tools. jammed beneath keratin. her antlered horns ache, just thinking of it. she nods at the divine woman, assuringly. smile simultaneous. curt, yet sincere. looking down whilst she places the woman's fingers into the bowl. holding her wrist, & looking down at the water below. plumes of pink rising from dainty limb.

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"auntie flora!" happy little cheers as julia crash/hugs flora's legs with broad grin. "hugs?" / flora from julia

random ask / / @antiquelic

flora's arms raise on either side, with branded palms held outward & fingers spread open. a large smile gaping her mouth in feigned surprise, when she sees the little girl running at her. with roaring giggles escaping from her grinning lips. cannot make any noises of surprise, yet the fawn sweeps down all the same. the tiny arms of the progeny reaching around her long legs.

ofttimes her body, so awkward as it is, is unsure of how to approach physical intimacy. julia was such a small child that flora didn't wish to damage her, with her immense strength. so she places both hands on her goddaughter's back, & strokes over her spine lovingly. just before scooping the child into her arms. letting her settle over a round hip, to continue enveloping her.

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∗ 27﹕ sender  is  caught  wearing  receiver's  clothes .

Fluvis and Flora Ghouls 👀

𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝑵𝑶𝑵𝑽𝑬𝑹𝑩𝑨𝑳 𝑷𝑹𝑶𝑴𝑷𝑻𝑺 / / @dilffactory

flora does not reside within the greenhouse. yet, this might be news to some. the large, towering & imposing feminine presence amongst the plants for the majority of the day. for she is their mother, & she feels at peace with them. the turmoil of losing primo was soothed by salves, & busying hands with working on medical remedies & her growing powers. trying to keep herself on the pre-made path, set by the man whom had been her guiding light. her torch in the darkness. slow steps creak floorboards in the ghoul wing, as her deer-like form lumbers the hallways. a white, thin frock covering her. something that would let the air in. a great duck of her antlered head required, while entering in from her morning meditation. soil stuck under hooves, that clomp gracefully along the dusty, aging wood. ready to prepare for her duties, now that she's satisfied. though when fingers part white strands from glowing cheeks, flora's reaction is curious when she sees fluvis. a long span of time taken to form an expression. the great ghoul pausing in her movements, until her body catches up. the large garment is draped over the ghoul's petite form, like a blanket. short, & the train on her robes is meant to accommodate a height of nearly seven feet tall. on par with, if not the same height as the current project drummer mountain. slightly smaller than the the star ghoul, omega.

slowly, expression shifts like the eventual picking up of wind. lips pursing, not angrily. just curiously. brows lowering slightly, as fingers finally move & tuck the hair on either side of her brown bordered face. revealing new spots, & the deer-like ears that part snow white. lips even slightly upturn, before eventually they creak into a soft chuckle. looking around, deliberately. curiously. an earnestness in her eyes. so many questions. that exact questioning taken to residing in her green, marble gaze. why? why are you in my room, so early?! not that she minds. sweeping forth with a tilt of her head, & bending to pick up the train of her robe. still smiling softly, when she runs the fabric between her fingers. still looking expectantly, at the other.

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delicate plate held out to flora, decorated with an assortment of biscuits and mini cupcakes. "taste one, my dear. simple vanilla but with a hint of lemon." / flora bby

she's so busy letting eyes & fingers, slide along the jagged edges of fancy trinkets. slow moving, slow to inspect. picking out each & every design in the ridged mirror. handheld. & it appeared antique. gentle, humanoid fingers exploring it. rare in glamoured state, her digits are long, wide & pale. please don't blame her. can hardly even discern priscilla's presence from the calm studying. a rare break from her duties, she smiles gently in the reflection of herself. that which stares back at her with twinkling eyes. green as the forest itself. it takes a moment for her smiling eyes to pull itself to the fine china. made specifically for papa & his new bride. studying the treats. again, slowly. mouth opening, in an excited 'ah' once eyes light up in recognition. body shifts backward in the vanity chair, & fawn slowly moves to place the small mirror in front of the larger, more opulent one. careful not to damage it, before digits leave the accessory. moving, to hover over the cupcakes. fingers lightly walk through the air, as she silently contemplates each one. which would be the most pleasing? opposite fingers hold flowing white fabric closed at her chest, whilst she finally picks up a little cupcake from the tray. eyes flicker up, mouthing a quick 'thank you' -- her eyes wrinkling softly, in such thanks. the being then holds the mound of icing beneath her nose, to take a sniff. eyes widening at the lady, with an invigorated excitement in her smile.

@divinehr / / random ask!

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[ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 ] ―sender strokes receiver’s hair flora :3

ghoulish heart flutters in her chest. she doesn't realize it, though it is there nonetheless. a weightless feeling beneath her ribcage, that occurs whilst the emeritus pulls his fingers through her hair. coated in white fabric, as they may be. her eyes flicker over the anti-pope's face, as he does so. digits fluttering over her temple, whilst the ghoul sits next to him in the warm greenhouse. one of her hands placed over her heart, which she can feel race. yet it pulls her brows, in confusion. not sure why this was happening. salvatore has always been around. she associated him with her summoner - primo - with whom she is blood bound. though back then, he had still been a young boy. these days, he was a man grown. papa emeritus. charismatic, attractive. he's since began to make the earth ghoulette shy. perhaps nervous? but she doesn't really know why, or exactly what the feeling was. of course, she had never been able to ask him such a thing. one hand is on his knee, while the other slowly comes up from her chest to cover her mouth. chuckling, softly. smile widening. ethereal, & beautiful. had been sitting in the greenhouse, making some herbal remedies. bundling some sage, especially to give to the third. something to burn in his chambers, to promote wakefulness. the ghuleh leaning forth, as he continues to stroke her hair.

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 / / @popest6r

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[ 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 ] ― sender wraps a soft blanket around receiver’s shoulders

they've been working long into the night, & the ghuleh has gotten less sleep than she ought to have, with her service to the clergy at stake. yet, the ancient being found she required less sleep than normal ghouls. her white cloak warming in itself, though her decision to wrap an arm around herself is deliberate... certainly somewhat assisting, (in vain), with her newfound coldness. fabric working overtime in the recycled air of the library, where they sit pouring over old books on necromancy and resurgence. tales of resurrection, that even slightly matched with her elemental magic & natural abilities. trying to get a grasp on how it all worked, or if they could even build a base of a potential guide towards the answers they seek. she has an idle smile on her face as she looks through the book. one of her clawed fingers running underneath the words, to follow along with her slow reading. seeming to contemplate every word before moving on, & rereading them just to be sure. fausto had excused himself. though forgive her, she seems to have lost track of time. unsure as to exactly how long the young man has been gone for. however, when she feels the soft fabric along her exposed arm, the ghoul stills. head turns & smile brightens. the future papa taking his time to cover her, & applying extra care to tuck her in. securing frayed edges of the blanket over her chest. fawn's cheeks flush a gentle color. gaze cast downward until fausto comes 'round the table. lifting her fingers, & bringing her right hand to her chin. she then moves it slightly downward, and then finally towards primo. mouthing the words, 'thank you' -- with an appreciative smile. canting her head, just so.

🌙  *  ―     𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐄𝐒 / / @condiabolis