#🌹 tending to weeds ��

[the-bah-commune]

hey guys! after 3 ½ years of going by "the rosebud collective", we've decided to change our system name! we are now "the herald's flock" (transcharacter viktor arcane moment). the theming and name of our blog will be changing to match that, so just be aware of that in the coming days!

lots of love, mod abigail

[theesirenteller]

MILLER'S BOY.

ɪɴ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʀᴀғᴇ ɪs ɪɴғᴀᴛᴜᴀᴛᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʜɪs ɴᴇᴡ ɴᴇɪɢʜʙᴏʀ's ᴡɪғᴇ ᴡʜɪᴄʜ ʟᴇᴀᴅs ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴇʀᴏᴛɪᴄ ᴀғғᴀɪʀ. ʟᴏᴏsᴇʟʏ ɪɴsᴘɪʀᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴍɪʟʟᴇʀ's ɢɪʀʟ.

🌹MASTERLIST🌹

The air was thick with the promise of rain, heavy clouds sprawling lazily across the Carolina sky like a great gray quilt. Rafe leaned against the chipped railing of his porch, a cigarette burning lazily between his fingers. He wasn’t looking at the clouds or the restless branches swaying in the wind. His gaze was fixed, unashamedly, on her.

Estelita Santos had made an impression the moment she stepped out of the moving truck, her presence magnetic, her beauty undeniable. She wasn’t like the other women in Figure Eight. Where they were wiry and poised in their tennis skirts, Estelita was all soft curves and unapologetic confidence. Her figure was striking—an hourglass silhouette that made it impossible not to look twice. The fitted dresses she favored only accentuated the fullness of her hips, the cinch of her waist, and the swell of her chest. Everything about her seemed deliberate, from the sway of her walk to the arch of her brow when she caught someone staring a little too long.

Rafe couldn’t help but notice how the neighborhood men suddenly seemed more interested in lending a hand whenever her husband wasn’t around. But Estelita was no fool—she handled the attention with a polite but distant smile, never giving more than she had to. For Rafe, though, that only made her more intriguing. He couldn’t shake the way she had looked at him once, a quick flicker of her dark eyes when she thought no one was watching.

She moved with a grace that was almost otherworldly—long, deliberate steps carrying her across the manicured lawn as though she commanded the ground itself. A sundress clung to her figure in defiance of the breeze, rippling at the edges but staying true to her frame. She had one hand perched delicately on her hip, the other cradling a watering can, as though the mundane act of tending to flowers was a performance created solely for his benefit.

The salty breeze rolling off the Outer Banks tangled Rafe’s hair as he stood on the balcony of Tannyhill, his restless gaze fixed on the house next door. It was a modest place, a rental maybe, painted a clean, pale blue that stood out like a beacon against the wild dunes. His arms rested on the railing, a glass of whiskey dangling from one hand, the condensation dripping steadily to the wood below. He wasn’t here for the view.

She was out again, watering the tiny potted plants that lined the front porch steps. She moved like she didn’t know anyone was watching, her gestures unhurried, her head tilted slightly as if listening to a song only she could hear. Her dress—a light cotton thing with faint yellow flowers—clung to her, swaying in sync with the breeze.

Rafe hadn’t meant to notice her. The first time he saw her, stepping out of the passenger seat of her husband’s beat-up truck, he’d thought little of it. She was just another vacationer, another face passing through the island. But then she laughed—soft, low, and easy—and something about it had lodged itself in his chest, an ache he hadn’t realized he’d been carrying.

He told himself it was harmless. A glance here, a casual watch through the window when she sat out in the yard reading. But now, as she leaned forward to tug at a stubborn weed in the flowerbed, he knew it wasn’t harmless at all.

Rafe Cameron wasn’t a man who believed in limits. Not anymore. The family name, the money, the blood on his hands—it all weighed him down, but it also set him apart. Rules didn’t apply to him the way they did to other people. And yet, here he was, feeling tethered to the ground by the simple sight of her.

Her husband—some guy who looked like he worked construction or maybe fixed boats—came out onto the porch, handing her a glass of iced tea. Rafe’s jaw tightened. The guy said something, and she laughed again, the sound twisting like a knife in Rafe’s ribs. He turned away sharply, setting the whiskey glass down harder than he intended.

He tried to focus on the crashing waves in the distance, but her image burned behind his eyelids. She wasn’t supposed to matter. He was supposed to have bigger problems, darker demons. But she was there, a bright flicker in the shadow of his life, and now he couldn’t look away.

A seagull cried overhead as Rafe lit a cigarette, his hands trembling slightly. He inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill his lungs, hoping it would dull the pull she had on him. It didn’t.

From the corner of his eye, he saw her glance up toward him. Her gaze lingered for half a second, curiosity flickering across her face, before she turned her attention back to her husband.

When he overheard Rose mention Estelita was looking for a personal assistant, he knew it was his chance. She was an author—successful, respected, the kind of woman who lived in a world far removed from his. But Rafe had always been good at slipping into places he didn’t belong, and something about Estelita made him want to try.

He walked into her house for the interview, the smell of lavender and coffee greeting him. Estelita was seated at her desk, a fountain pen in one hand and a manuscript spread out before her. She looked up when he entered, her eyes narrowing slightly as they took him in. Her black and white dress hugged her frame in all the right places, the bold print a perfect match for her commanding presence.

“You’re Rafe Cameron?” she asked, her voice as smooth as the Cuban coffee steaming on her desk.

“That’s me,” he replied, a hint of a smirk tugging at his lips.

The interview was short, Estelita’s questions sharp and to the point. Rafe played it cool, leaning into his charm, but he couldn’t deny the effect she had on him. Her confidence was intoxicating, her beauty almost distracting, and yet he could tell she was sizing him up, debating whether he was worth her time.

When he left, she told him she’d call by the end of the week. But Rafe already knew he had her attention. He could see it in the slight curve of her lips when he spoke, the way her gaze lingered just a second too long. If she hired him, it would only be the beginning.

Rafe had no intention of being overshadowed. He was used to walking into rooms and owning them, no matter who was already there. But today was different. As he stepped into Estelita’s bright, open office, he froze for just a moment. Sitting across from her was someone he knew well—Toby Williams, a Pogue. Toby was a local surfer, rough around the edges, with an attitude that screamed he didn’t belong in a house like this. Rafe had never liked him. Toby was everything Rafe was taught to resent: a working-class, carefree, do-gooder who acted like he was a part of something bigger. His presence here, for an interview no less, was a slap in the face.

Toby glanced up when Rafe entered, a cocky grin spreading across his face. “Rafe Cameron,” he said, his voice dripping with mock amusement. “Didn’t know you were into... work.”

Estelita’s expression was unreadable, but Rafe could see the flicker of recognition in her eyes as she glanced between the two men. She was probably wondering how two such different people could both be here for the same role. Toby’s laid-back surfer style was a stark contrast to Rafe’s sharp, tailored look. It was almost laughable. Rafe didn’t need to glance at Toby twice to know the guy was as out of place here as Rafe himself had been in the world of the Pogues.

Estelita cleared her throat. “Gentlemen, let’s keep it professional.”

Rafe smiled, but it wasn’t one of his usual friendly grins. No, this was a smile with a purpose—a smile that said he was already ten steps ahead. He didn’t need to waste time pretending to be anything other than who he was. Toby, on the other hand, was scrambling to fit in. He fidgeted, adjusting his worn-out shirt, his knee bouncing nervously under the table.

“So,” Rafe began, his voice calm and measured, “Estelita, I have to admit, it’s an honor to even be considered for this role. I mean, running your office, working closely with you? Sounds like a dream job for someone with a little more... refined experience than some.”

He gave Toby a pointed look, letting the words hang in the air like smoke. Toby’s eyes narrowed, and his lips tightened into a thin line. Rafe knew exactly what he was doing—baiting him. Toby, unable to resist taking the bait, tried to force a smile, but it was clear the tension had already shifted.

Estelita’s eyes flicked between them, the silence stretching a moment too long. Rafe didn’t miss how she seemed to study him, then look over at Toby, her face an unreadable mask. He could tell she wasn’t impressed with Toby’s nervous energy or his half-hearted attempt at professionalism. Rafe had been in rooms like this before. He knew how to make himself the only choice.

Toby finally cleared his throat, leaning forward a bit too eagerly. “Look, I know what you’re looking for, Estelita. I can handle this. I’ve worked with people before, and I’ve got the drive. I’ll be a fast learner.” He offered a half-assed smile, but Rafe could tell it was a weak attempt to convince himself more than her.

Rafe didn’t give him a chance to keep talking. He leaned in slightly, his tone dripping with confidence. “I’m sure Toby has... drive,” he said, making the word sound almost comical. “But Estelita, you need someone who can not only get things done, but who knows how to navigate the kind of... high stakes world you’re in. Someone who understands how to handle not just the tasks, but also the people you interact with. You can’t afford to bring someone in who’s still trying to figure out how to handle their own life, let alone a professional setting.”

Toby shot him a glare, but Rafe didn’t care. He could feel the power shift in the room, Estelita’s gaze now fully on him. He knew he had her attention.

Estelita sat back, her expression thoughtful as she looked from one man to the other. “I appreciate both of your time,” she said, her voice cool, “but I think I have enough information for today. I’ll be in touch.”

Rafe gave Toby a final, smug smile as he stood to leave, ignoring the way Toby’s fists clenched. It was all too easy. As he walked out the door, he could almost hear the thought running through Estelita’s mind: Rafe Cameron was the one she wanted, and Toby was nothing more than a temporary distraction.

[quinnverse]

🌹 (he'd be remiss if he didn't do one for Sarah too :' ) )

send a “🌹” if your muse thinks mine is beautiful

"F-For me?" She flicked her gaze from the small bundle of blossoms to his face, the color on her cheeks surely mirroring the redness of the blooms. The gesture was simple, but utterly romantic. She'd received flowers from suitors before, but they'd always been opposite ends of the spectrum. She'd had many men offer her daisies and mere weeds that they'd picked themselves on the way to her home, while she'd had one or two suitors deliver extravagant bouquets that make the entire drawing room smell like a botanical garden. But this gift was undoubtedly the most romantic she'd ever received and she couldn't hide the girlish glee on her face as she dipped into a curtsy.

"Thank you, sir. They're beautiful. I will be sure to tend to them as though they were of my own heart. I don't know how I could ever express the depths of my gratitude."

[istariray23]

"In the quiet embrace of the graveyard, I offered flowers to those who now reside in eternity. Yet my heart wept for the unmarked stones, silent testaments to lives forgotten but not lost."-iSTariray23

🕯️✨ Honoring Our Departed Loved Ones: A Visit to the Graveyard This 29th of October ✨🕯️

As the days grow shorter and the air turns cooler, we are reminded of the approaching All Saints' Day – a time when we come together to remember and pay tribute to our dearly departed. This 29th of October, I ventured to the graveyard with a heavy heart yet a sense of duty to visit the resting places of those who have gone before us.

Walking through the solemn rows of tombstones and mausoleums, I felt a mix of emotions – from nostalgia and reverence to a tinge of sadness. As I knelt down to light a candle and offer a prayer for my beloved relatives and friends who have passed on, memories of shared moments and cherished times flooded my mind.

However, amidst the somber reflection, my gaze fell upon a sight that stirred a different kind of emotion within me. Amongst the well-tended graves and lovingly adorned memorials, there stood neglected and forgotten tombs – unmarked, overgrown with weeds, and bearing inscriptions rendered unreadable by years of neglect and lack of care.

It was a poignant reminder of the passage of time and the importance of remembering not just our own departed loved ones but also those whose resting places have been forsaken by time and circumstance. Each neglected grave was a silent plea for remembrance, a whispered call for acknowledgment and dignity.

As I stood before these forgotten monuments, I felt a sense of compassion welling up in my heart. I knew that even in death, every soul deserves respect and honor – a simple gesture of remembrance that transcends the boundaries of time and neglect.

Leaving the graveyard that day, I carried with me not just the memories of my own departed loved ones but also a newfound resolve to advocate for the forgotten souls whose resting places have been left untended and unnoticed. I pledged to return and bring solace to these neglected graves, to clear the overgrowth, to clean the tombstones, and to ensure that each soul is remembered and honored in their final resting place.

This 29th of October, as we gather to pay our respects and remember our departed loved ones, let us also spare a moment to acknowledge those who have been forgotten and neglected. Let us shine a light on the unmarked tombs and overgrown graves, and let us offer our prayers and compassion to all souls, known and unknown, who rest in eternal peace.

🙏🌹🙏🌹🙏🌹🙏🌹

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[integratedsoul]

✨WEEK: 5/27/24-6/2/24✨

R.E.P.O.R.T.

How did I REALIGN this week?: 

-had lots of sleepovers and deep conversations with rafiq/fairmount -KANGEN MACHINE CAME 🚰 💧 -found past journals and books in the garage and read through them. Most entries were from 2020/2021 and made me realize I had been planting seeds all along my journey. 🧚🪄

What did I EAT & what type of exercise did I do?

Consistently need to get better with consciously eating! I don’t track and would like to know what my macros are.

I have been doing functional movement/exercise w/ tending to the garden (SEX MAKING MY 🍑PLUMP)

Incorporate dance workouts + motivational speeches / mediations when needed! ENERGY BOOST!

What did I PRIORITIZE this week and what can I prioritize next week: 

Need to prioritize kangen

Improve morning routine (achieve breathwork + morning pages every day)

What did I OBSESS over this week:  

-listened to podcasts:

✨OOOM (nikki + bella)

✨Casey bud breathwork ^ interview 

✨ED Mylett: 9 keys to winning in life

What would I RECOMMEND for next week:

✨BREATHWORK!!! Improve morning routine (achieve breathwork + morning pages every day)

✨BUY TICKET FOR CASEY MICHELLE BUD PHILLY BREATHWORK TOUR 

✨Need to prioritize kangen

✨Watch: life project mastery: vision → https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rw2qaMltFcY 

What did I TRY this week / or what was your favorite TEACHING you learned?:

I tried Pho! It was our official first sit down date. I was so nervous the whole time. 

I learned to NOT define my value/character/worth based on someone’s actions/ thoughts/ feelings towards me. What others do/say have absolutely NOTHING to do with me and everything to do with THEM. I received a phone call from a female that manuel had a gf the whole time we were dating and lied about what i said to him. It’s nothing to do with me.

OTHER NOTES: 

5/27/24→ “Love will unite us” (breath, qigong, workout, some foam rolling)

5/28/24→ “I am alive”

5/29/24→ “My dream life is ready for me” rafiq brought me🌻🌹flowers🌻🌹

5/30/24→ “how others act does not define my character” arm workout, bella breath, dug up steps in grass

5/31/24→ “Life is miraculous” weeded garden, date night (pho & cold stone)

6/1/24→”my life is exactly how i create it” (breathwork, qigong, eft, workout) fairmount park🌻🌹more flowers🌻🌹

6/2/24→”everything is working out for me, always” basketball, planted rose stems

[chaitanyavijnanam]

Examining the roots of Faith is Necessary for Aspirants / విశ్వాసం యొక్క మూలాలను పరిశీలించడం సాధకులకు అవసరం

🌹 విశ్వాసం యొక్క మూలాలను పరిశీలించడం సాధకులకు అవసరం / Examining the roots of Faith is Necessary for Aspirants 🌹 ✍️ ప్రసాద్‌ భరధ్వాజ

మనం సరైన వాళ్లమని అనుకోవడం అంటే అందరూ తప్పు అని అనుకోవడం లాంటిదే. ఈ రకమైన అహంకారం జ్ఞానం మరియు అవగాహన యొక్క తీవ్రమైన లోపాన్ని ప్రతిబింబిస్తుంది. అలాంటి అసహనం మరియు ద్వేషం, తిరుగుబాటుకు దారి తీస్తుంది. అంతే కాకుండా ఇది సత్యాన్ని కనుగొనకుండా నిరోధిస్తుంది. మన తప్పులు మరియు బలహీనతలను సంపూర్ణ నిష్పక్షపాతంగా పరిశీలించుకుంటే తప్ప ఆత్మ సాక్షాత్కారం అసాధ్యం. అవాంఛిత కలుపుతో ఎటువంటి అనుబంధం లేని తెలివైన రైతు వలె మన నమ్మకాలు మరియు మన విశ్వాసాల మూలాలకు మనం మొగ్గు చూపాలి. అవాంఛితమైన వాటిని గుర్తించి, మోహం లేకుండా బయటకు విసిరి వేయాలి.

అలాగే మన చెడు అలవాట్లను మరియు హానికరమైన ప్రవర్తనా విధానాలను కూడా విసిరి వేయాలి. తద్వారా వచ్చే మార్పు మనకున్న ధృడత్వం మరియు స్థిరత్వం యొక్క లోపాలను సూచిస్తున్నాయని మనం అనుకోకూడదు. పరమ సత్యాన్ని గ్రహించడానికి స్వీయ పరివర్తన అవసరం మరియు అనివార్యం. మనల్ని మనం ఆత్మగా గ్రహించాలంటే మనల్ని మనం పునః నిర్మించుకోవాలి. మనలో ఉన్న పక్షపాతాలు, అపసవ్య నమ్మకాలు మరియు సిద్ధాంతాలు, మన స్వీయ ఆత్మ సాక్షాత్కార లక్ష్యం నుండి మనల్ని మరింత దూరంగా తీసుకు వెళతాయి. కనుక ఇటువంటి వాటి పట్ల సాధకులు సదా అప్రమత్తంగా ఉండాలి.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

🌹 Examining the roots of Faith is Necessary for Aspirants 🌹 Prasad Bharadwaj

To think that we are right is the same as thinking that every one else is wrong. This kind of pride reflects a serious lack of knowledge and wisdom. Such intolerance leads to hatred and rebellion and it also prevents us from discovering the truth. Self realization is impossible unless we are willing to examine our mistakes and weaknesses with absolute impartiality. We should tend to the roots of our beliefs and our faith like the clever farmer who does not have any attachment to the unwanted weed and pulls it out with objective lack of attachment.

Just like that, we should also throw away our bad habits and detrimental behavior patterns. We must not think that this change reflects a lack of strength and stability. Self transformation is essential and indispensable for the realization of the truth. We must re-build ourselves if we want to be realized souls: bias, prejudice, and dogma can only take us further from this goal. So seekers should always be alert about such things.

🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹

[cloveroctobers]

how you spend Valentine’s Day 🌹

fez: Fez is chill like always but he doesn’t mind showing his love for you ofc. He’s a softie for the right person and if you ended up staying the night before, you’ll definitely be waking up to a red card on the night stand in which you open up so quickly just to find his chicken scratch of a sentence about how much he loves you + a few hundos slipped in there. You’ll also see a large stuffie on the floor across from the bed but no fez in sight. He’s in the kitchen making you your fav breakfast before he could give it to you on a tray in bed. He’s in the heart printed apron, in front of the stove, that you excitedly gave him as soon as midnight hit, only in his drawers with you squeezing his ass.

“Ayo, what I tell you about doin’ that shit?”

“Shut up, it’s Valentine’s Day. We’re supposed to be all over each other.”

Multiple Quick kisses. Sitting basically on top of each other on the couch as you dig into your breakfast. Make out sessions afterwards leading to shower sex. Watching Corny rom-coms all day with fez being the little spoon, that man likes to be held okay—laying his entire body back on you while you caress his beard which is getting a little too long for your liking but whatever. You baking red velvet brownies but with something extra special in them for your man. It’s weed obviously. To let them cool a bit, the both of you suddenly decide to go for a night ride with you taking the edibles in a tin for the ride. You cruise out to overlook the beach, enjoying the edibles side by side. “Happy Valentine’s Day, kid.” Fez smirks over at you in the driver’s side, low-lidded eyes, licking off the chocolate from his fingertips while the other is gripping your thigh. “Happy Valentine’s Day, big head.” You reply, gripping his beard to give him another kiss which almost leads to car sex if the police didn’t come knocking at the steamy window.

maddy: with a girl like her? She has expensive taste and loves being catered to. She loves being surprised but having a significant other like you? That likes to wait for the last minute for everything? She had to go forth with the plans for valentines weekend.

Yeah she had to babysit on Friday so that the couple could do their thing which was fine since you had to work overtime. She may or may not have borrowed something from the Mrs. closet to pair with what she had planned to wear for Valentine’s weekend with you—nobody needed to know that especially you. Maddy promised she would return it on Monday when she came back, she was positive the woman wouldn’t realize it was even gone. Anyways! The two days were meant for showing extra love to each other. Sure you were exhausted as shit the next morning when you scooped Maddy up to head out to the next two towns over… yes ofc it had to be almost two hours away.

Anything for your girl tho! Maddy had the reservations at this pricey hotel you weren’t sure how she paid for but didn’t question it much since you had a few tricks up your own sleeve. The suite was decorated just the way Maddy would have did it herself, roses everywhere and the right aromatherapy to make a dimpled smile appear on her face. Maddy went to take a shower while you ordered room service for a late lunch. That included her stealing mostly everything off your plate, annoying you! although you asked her multiple times if she would like to try yours. What was yours was basically hers too. I thought you knew? That started a playful argument with Maddy getting in your face, “cry about it.” Which involved you pinning her to the bed and your fingers in her pants + a cute nap afterwards. You had 2 in a half hours to get ready for dinner and Maddy was the one to wake you up, sure you looked peaceful catching some much needed z’s but dinner was just as important. She was halfway done when she woke you up, after your shower she wasted no time getting you ready too. She gave you no time to focus on her gorgeous fit as she tended to you instead but that didn’t mean your hands didn’t stop gripping her ass as she did your skincare for you. Maddy would have been down for a quickie if the both of you didn’t have places to be. Once ready? Couple pics like you were on some celeb status type shit, Maddy knew she had admirers so she had to keep them waiting. Hand in hand you made it to the location where your dinner awaited you. It was even better in person, sky high setting with the perfect view of the city behind the hazy blue city lights. Dinner? Expensive af for some high school kids but you’d cry about it next bank statement for sure.

You’d give her a promise ring. She’s share her seafood pappardelle with you this time, trying to pull off a classic lady and the tramp scene—which shockingly turns out as a success. The both of you are the first to make it out to the dance floor after dinner as a upbeat tune comes on, encouraging other guests to shortly do the same. Full belly, laughter, and happiness appears on the both of your faces. When you get back to the hotel? Yes to being wrapped up in each other in a bubble bath, to Maddy feeding you dark chocolate covered strawberries while she occasionally sipped on her rosé staring into each other’s eyes. “I love you, I hope that you know that.” She’ll say with a hand resting against the side of your neck. “I love you too.” You’ll say back, leaning forward offering her a strawberry kiss.

Nate: with poison :)

Cassie: a date in a garden filled maze that’s located outside of a fancy tea shop. It was definitely giving Alice in wonderland. Looking at Cassie always gave me spring vibes and with her last floral scene that showed of her in that last episode? Confirmed my thoughts. The both of you are dressed in “vintage” wear or rather old English posh style with Cassie twirling a whole umbrella and everything. You’re secluded with a large chess board seated across from your circular table and you could hear the sound of a lake somewhere over the hedges.

The both of you decide to speak in English accents, with yours sounding more New Zealand and Cassie’s…just seemed to suck but your girl tries okay? Everything is dainty and glorious with mostly delicious teas and fancy smancy snacks: crumpets (which earned a snort of laughter from the both of you) , cucumber sandwiches—which you still didn’t get but Cassie seemed to enjoy, smoked salmon bites, and quiche muffins. The both of you battle it out in chess before exploring the maze, which leads you both to the lake with you pulling out a bouquet of daisy and dried lavender for your best girl while she stared out at the lake. A smile spreads out onto Cassie’s face as she throws her arms around you to provide you with much appreciated kisses.

A narrow boat takes the both of you across the lake to a castle museum, making Cassie bounce on her toes as she spots a horse and carriage waiting for the both of you. “That’s for us?” “Absolutely.” “Oh my goodness, you sure know how to make me feel like a princess.” “Only the best, your highness.” You bowed in which Cassie did the same before you helped her into the carriage that took the both of you up the steep hill, which then led to the airbnb the both of you would spend the special night in.

Elliot: a pizza bake-off while baked. You tried to make yours heart shaped yet the oven betrayed you by turning it flat-bread like which earned a roast session from your boyfriend. you couldn’t understand why since his wasn’t that much better. Yours ended up tasting better so you gained points in that department. “It’s about quality over presentation, so fuck you.” “Sure, whatever you say babe.” Elliot didn’t bother holding back his laughter. Later you ended up playing hours worth of video games side by side with you being a sore loser, whenever you lost a game and Elliot trying to peck away your bad sportsmanship, which didn’t take much to break you out of with his lips all over you.

“It’s decided, Next year we’re going to a escape room. I’m so gonna kick your butt, So I can show you that I’m undefeated and you shouldn’t underestimate my skills.” You breathed with Elliot’s lips low on your abdomen.

Elliot lifted his head a bit scoffing out a laugh, “you sure about that baby? Just a few seconds ago I thought your head was going to explode. The score was what? 2 to 8.”

You used your ankles to shove elliot back by his hips. The curly blond stumbled back against the coffee table with a, “oof!” Hopping up you stood, buttoning your jeans back and began stomping out of the room.

“See! I-I mean, Where are you going? I was just saying.”

“I’m looking to see if they have any open tonight since you have so much mouth! I want to see if you can actually back your shit up!”You replied, yanking your phone from the kitchen counter.

Elliot sighed, “…I love you! Even when you get like this.”

“I love you too! Let’s go.”

Lexi: you were her first relationship so it was a big deal although you tried to tell her it could be just like any other day with the two of you. Lexi Howard was not having that, she had a goal board ready since the minute the month of feb hit and although she was organized in making a brainstorming board too+ a list of ideas she was still finding herself stressed out. Cassie even texted you one night after you just got home to tell you that Lexi was, “turning into a freak over this, sitting in front of a wall not saying anything.” So on the day of—which slipped away from Lexi—kinda, you provided some comfort by taking her to this old bookstore outside of town. You explored the place, arm in arm with the thousands of books surrounding you before the both of you ended up at the back of an aisle.

Lexi pulled on one book that was tight in the bookcase which fully opened the bookcase to another room. Lexi thought she broke something which was adorable and funny as you pulled her through to a small dark wooded restaurant. “Why do I suddenly feel like I stepped into a Harry Potter film but less problematic?” She gasped as you led her down some spiral steps to your awaited table.

“Oh! I also got you something.” You pulled out a gift bag from underneath the table to slide across to the doe eyed girl before taking a sip of floral water.

Lexi grinned as stared down at the original script of her favorite romance novel. “You didn’t. How did even get this?”

“One must never reveal their secrets. Or else you’ll never be surprised with what I bring to the relationship.” You winked, earning a playful roll of the eyes from the light brown haired girl.

Lexi pulled out a large padded envelope of her own from her bag. “I made you something.”

“Yay.” You bounced in your seat as you took the envelope from her, “thank you.”

You opened it to reveal a collage of pictures over the months the both of you have been together from your first photo together to New Year’s Eve. On top of that were words you’ve said to each other from loving to deep conversations to insiders, it was beautiful.

How thoughtful lexi was and you were glad to call her yours as you watched her gingerly trailed her fingertips over each page her eyes scanned. Your free hand reached out to touch her’s and instantly she intertwined with yours, a small smile on her lips.

“You sure know how to make this feel like a scene out of a movie with me pretending not to notice that you’re staring at me.”

“Which is perfect with a writer as my girlfriend no? You’ve been stressed and I can provide you with all the love you need.”

Lexi rubbed at her forehead laughing, “Oh please, i cant take this cheese.”

“Then i guess that means you won’t be ready for the massage I have set up for you later? You’ll just take a kiss, a meal, and call it a day huh?” You quickly said making Lexi shake her head from side to side in confusion.

Lexi stumbled over her words, “I—I don’t even know what to say to that.”

“You don’t say anything right now, just enjoy the moment with me.” You flagged a waiter down, “what are we feeling? Rootbeer floats or these non-alcoholic espresso martini’s?”

As the waiter made their way over, Lexi abruptly leaned forward gripping your chin to connect your lips. A smile broke onto your lips with Lexi slowly doing the same, she wasn’t much for PDA but you must have done something right.

“I can come back?”

“No. No. Sorry, I just have the best valentine in the world this time around and got carried away. We’re ready.” Lexi apologized to the waiter who just shrugged their shoulders.

Knowingly you winked at Lexi as she sat back in her chair, blush swirling into her cheeks as she cleared her throat while she actually picked up the menu, not really studying it and just decided on a rootbeer float making you laugh once more.

[onsunnyside]

Aaaw Sonny the tiny house au sounds super dreamy!!! It’s so cute that Ari is such a gentleman and lets reader go first or goes quickly when he senses some type of trouble! And then Ari with a cat!! Ooooh what if reader has this beautiful yellow cannery that she has hanged close to her window so it’s right in-front of Ari’s window across. So sometimes she accidentally sees him shirtless and goes red! And then Ari peeks from his curtains and observes her speaking to her bird or singing to it! ✨! Do they have a cute garden they tend together 🤭🫣🌱🌿����🌹🌺🌸🌼🌻?

oh that is so adorable, an itty bitty birdy to keep you company. ari's cat likes to sit on the windowsill and stare at the canary, you two always joke about them being in love 🤭

you basically share the front yard: ari mows the lawn, cuts the weeds, and you get to plant your flowers everywhere 🫶 on his days off, he'll join you in tending to the garden (which is why you strategically started keeping those days free). he's an easy person to talk to, even though you don't have much in common, he'll listen to you rant about those damn plant pests for hours !!

[oh-three]

🌹🌹🌹

One in particular has a garden of weeds taller than the windows, and he thinks of the kind old man who had once tended it.

“Killing me isn’t exactly a punishment for attempted suicide.”

“The Empire has fallen, my masters are dead. What’s the point?”

[prismatica-the-strange]

🌻🌸🌹- for Eddie of course 🥰

🌻 - How would you describe your s/o physically?

A goddess.

No, seriously, everything she is is ... absolute beauty.

Her lips are the most kissable things I have ever seen, her smile is intoxicating, her eyes are entrancing. The way her nose crinkles when she laughs? I don't know how my heart can take it.

Not to mention her beautiful ass and awe inspiring tits. If I didn't have them all to myself I would be completely distraught.

I have spent actual hours worshipping every inch of her gorgeous body.

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🌸 - How did you meet your s/o?

Well you you see, I was born.

Mika's mom and mine had been best friends since middle school, and about three days after mine brought me home, I was introduced to 6 week old Mika.

We've been best friends for, literally, my whole life. I had no choice in the matter.

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🌹 - Tell us about a favorite date you’ve been on with your s/o.

My favorite date with Mika? Now that's a tough one.

I'd have to say... the spring break before she graduated. We took a roadtrip out to the middle of literally nowhere, where there was virtually no light pollution, and we spent three nights under the clearest, starriest, sky you could imagine, just the two of us.

We spent hours curled up together on a blanket, staring up at it, smoking weed, and talking about life and how plans change. I'd just found out I probably wasn't graduating and she was so damn sweet about it.

Most of those nights culminated in van sex, as that's what tends to happen when we get high and mushy. But one night we fell asleep like that, out on the blanket.

She was snuggled into my side and I couldn't have been happier than that, with my girl so close.

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Forged in Hellfire taglist: @pointlesslygay (sorry for all the mention spam, I just can't seem to shut up about them)

[the-bah-commune]

hi guys! money is tight rn, so in addition to my blog (which will always be free), i am going to be opening commissions for more complex alter / system packs.

currently on my blog, the limit per request is 5 alters, but i can build you a whole ass system for a low price! this will be less like you giving me a hyperspecific idea for each alter (like a request would be), and more us talking through the kind of system you'd like to be/have (although we can also definitely do a few hyperspecific members). PRICES ARE IN CAD!

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you get more packs at once!

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now, because i'm honest, there are a couple minor drawbacks.

to keep my spotify library from being swamped, all playlists will be deleted 30 days after they are sent to you (but you can use spotify's "add to other playlist" button to save them, and you will always have a written list of the songs on that playlist).

and, most importantly, i will still absolutely do alters with sources i'm not familiar with, but they may not be 100% accurate or as detailed as you'd like.

to get the best deal, i recommend using this for brainmades or introjects i'm familiar with (whether that's giving me a source to work with or just telling me you want x number of fictives from anything and watching me work). please do ask if i know a source before giving up completely though! there are a lot of niche sources or individual films/books/etc. that i'm familiar with that aren't on this blogs source list!

in conclusion uhhh pls pls pls

[newfie-bartender]

💗 - How long does it take your muse to fall in love?

🌹 - If asked to define love what would your muse say?

💓 - What are some signs your muse has fallen for someone?

1. Depending on the person, if she finds your energy to be uplifting and enjoyable to have around, she can fall pretty easy and pretty hard.

2. Evelyn would describe love like tending to a garden. You have to put time, effort and genuine joy into being with someone, and it's never just a one way street. Sometimes the weeds might overtake, but all it takes is someone special to find beauty within the weeds. Just like a garden, Evelyn has so much love to give to those who simply take the moment to realize she's worth something.

3. Evelyn is easy to spot being in love by the way she jokes around with the person she's fallen for. She's always got this look in her eyes like she's got her head in the clouds (which she most likely does) and she's more than excited to do everything it takes to make that person happy. She'll hum while cleaning, or dance around the bar like a crazy person while sweeping. If someone gifts her something, even if it was like, a random rock from the ground, she would put it someplace in her apartment that should could see it everyday. She clearly glows "I'm in love," to the point even a blind man could tell she was over the moon.

[mercy-of-the-ashes]

🌹 Rose almost had to double take, he wanted her to take care of such an exquisite garden?

Her smile was quite wide as she curtesyed to him. "Absolutely your majesty, it would be a pleasure to tend to the garden." As she stood back up, she didn't realise how excited she was she was already walking to the garden. She turned back to wave at him for a moment before hurrying off.

She quickly made her way over to the large flowerbed that once bloomed beautiful red roses. She knelt next to the dirt and examined the problems, definitely needed weeding and a change of soil since this had seen a lot of sodium that was toxic to the flowers. In her head she was already making a list of the things she would need.

The Knights watched the Prince walk over and stood to attention, saluting and ready to go. A few of their gazes drifted to the new servant girl.

He had his royal duties to take care of, but Haiji would’ve preferred to have a day of nothing but rest and relaxation. His knights could train by themselves, right? No war had taken place since the last one. But having untrained fighters running towards their enemies didn’t paint a pretty picture, and he really preferred to have his men alive.

He sighed internally. He needed to behave better if he wished to become king. The last thing he wanted was for his little bratty sister to steal the throne from her. He didn’t train to rule a kingdom in the future for naught.

When he set foot in front of his loyal allies, Haiji’s neutral face darkened at the way they fixed their eyes on his new servant. Rose.

“Do anything to her and I’ll get rid of you on the spot,” he spat.

[of-sanguine-eyes]

Geralt: gives the wifey a 🌹

She had no idea where the rosebush came from.

The rest of the plants of the garden, yes, those were ones she fussed over and chased the chickens away from - bitches would scratch anything green until it was dead. While she certainly didn’t mind the long days they spent out of the cottage, hiking through pasture and field to the various wild-grown plants he needed for his witcher brews, she’d pointed out to him that it was far more convenient to at least try and transplant some of them into the back garden.

The fact that they survived her tending was probably due to the fact that they were generally more akin to weeds than plants. Still, she looked after them. It seemed not only the least she could do for him, but a way to touch him, even when he was long gone.

Then one day, she realized that the bush in the back corner of the garden had a great deal of thorns and dull red flowers against deep green leaves. She hadn’t planted it, and could have sworn that it hadn’t been there this spring, but how did she know? Her knowledge of flowers had never run to gardens or meanings of bouquets the way it did in villages and the city, though it had expanded considerably in the lines of medicinal herbs and poisons.

The rosebush was somewhat explainable, in that plants did what they wanted. But so did witchers: she woke one morning, and there was a far more elegant rose, cut from some fussy vine, its dusky red petals just opening, its elegant stem trimmed of thorns.

And she knew more of how to pack a wound with comfrey and yarrow than she did of what she was supposed to do with the pretty thing. Her fingers brushed the petal's dewy softness, and until she’d done that, she hadn’t realized that she’d been given a flower, as if she was being courted. And by someone she wanted to court her.

Gently, she lifted the rose, and found something to put it in so that she could stare at it a little while longer, and perhaps understand.

[the-bah-commune]

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[the-bah-commune]

hi everyone! not quite done getting through our inbox yet, but i'm close, so i'm going to open requests back up today like i said i would! i ask that you be patient, as i'm going to complete the things currently in my inbox first, and not all of the level 5 slots will be open at this time. ♡♡

- shilo(h)