#(( Fun fact: peonies ARE his favorite flower ))

[marshmallowprotection]

I wanna make Ray laugh and then tell him he has an adorable laugh.................hehe.........

"So, what you're saying is this character is... silly?"

"Mhm! I know you're not too big on jokers since their personalities tend to bother you, but I think you'll like this one if you give him just an itty bitty chance."

"Well... he is my favorite color, after all. I suppose I could give him a chance for your sake. For what it's worth, I don't hate jokes when it's something where I can make the punchline instead of someone else."

"Oh? This is the first I've heard of this, Ray! I didn't know you liked to tell jokes!"

"Well, I'm not that good at it. But, I had a lot of fun playing that prank on the RFA the other day," his lips curled into a bemused smile. "That is the kind of joke I like to make. A punchline where someone has to see the ruse over their eyes slowly crumble... now, those are what I would like to call funny. None of that nonsense those people spout in the chatroom."

"No knock-knock jokes, then?" you asked.

He shook his head, "Well, I'm sure I would laugh if you told one. You have a way with words, [Y/N]. Your jokes would never fall flat."

Ray's smile was contagious and he was none the wiser to that fact. It might not have occurred to anyone else to beam ear from ear as soon as he entered the room, but they didn't know him the way you did. He had a laugh that could charm someone's socks off because when a giggle graced his lips, it meant that he was comfortable enough to be vulnerable with you.

Mint Eye was dreary, dark, and devoid of joy even though it was sold as a haven for those who wanted nothing more than to smile instead of frown. It sapped away at someone's life force until there was not a thing left but a hollow shell that only knew how to breathe and follow orders.

You'd seen that look in Ray's eyes before, and you weren't very keen on seeing it stay. You wanted it gone. You wanted him to laugh for as long as he wanted to, not for as long as he was allowed. A smile was such a simple gesture and yet, it was held at arm's length despite his desire to do it more. Being with you made him happy, but being that way in a place that wanted to destroy him would only serve to hinder him.

He couldn't smile, laugh, or sing when he was with you on the off-chance someone would punish him for it later. You hated that fact. The last thing he deserved was someone punishing him for such a simple thing. What crime was it for someone to be happy when he was promised a paradise of bliss? This bliss was nothing more than Rika's kingdom of lies.

So, you decided you would give him a reason to smile in a den of hungry wolves. He needed to laugh, to smile, and to know that he could have fun in ways that didn't hurt him or other people in the process. "What do you call a flower magician that only knows one magic trick?"

"Hmm. I don't know, what do you call them?" You giggled, "A one trick peony!"

It took him a moment to register the joke but once he did, he begin to laugh that fruitful chuckle that made your heart swell. Sure, it was no better than a dad joke but you didn't care about the quality. You cared about his amusement! His eyes sparkled with sincere mirth and your heart... well, it felt warm all over again. This was the happiest you had felt in days because he sounded happy, too.

He pressed a gloved hand to his lip but it did nothing to muffle the sound. "Hehehehe. That's a good one, prince/ss."

"Your laughter is adorable," you complimented. "I can't lie, I wanted to hear it again. Thank you for humoring my joke."

His cheeks began to burn. "If it will make you happy, my dearest one... I'll listen to every joke you have to tell, even if it's ridiculous because seeing you smile makes me feel good. Knowing that my laughter could make your day brighter... I could learn how to laugh more just for your sake."

"We'll laugh together," you said, taking his free hand in yours to make a point. "Don't just laugh for my sake, Ray. Make sure you're laughing because you want to laugh sometimes, too, okay?"

"...I'll try."

"Thank you."

[radicheart-a]

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Send in ✏️ and I’ll use an incorrect quote generator featuring both our muses!

Vox: Hey, random question, what are your favorite flowers? Alastor: Peonies, why? Vox: Alastor: Were you going to get me flowers? Vox: Alastor: Vox: ᶦᵗ’ˢ ᵃ ᵖᵒˢˢᶦᵇᶦˡᶦᵗʸ

Vox: I like your new pants! Alastor: Thanks, they were 50% off! Vox: I’d like them better if they were 100% off. *winks* Alastor: The store can’t just give away clothes for free. Vox: Thats’s… not what I meant. Alastor: That’s a terrible way to run a business, Vox.

Vox: Heh, Alastor sneezes like a girl. Alastor: How about I pound you like boy? Alastor: That didn’t come out right.

[cherrygirlfriend]

EVERLASTING FLOWERS

❀ pairing .ᐟ bsf!spencer x florist!reader

❀ summary .ᐟ your best friend tells you he wants to give flowers to his crush, unaware of your crush on him.

❀ warnings / tags .ᐟ fluff! idiots in love.

❀ author's notes .ᐟ fun fact! i studied the meaning of flowers a few years ago for a fic i was writing for spencer,,, i scrapped it eventually but it was nice to get to reuse that information!! feel free to send me reqs if you want, i really wanna write more for him!!

SPENCER REID MASTERLIST

spencer watched intently as you put together a bouquet of flowers, consisting of white lilies, as well as white peonies, and white roses. "what's it for?" he asked, furrowing his brow.

"i don't know." you shrugged, positioning the flowers, fluffing them up, "the client just asked for different kinds of white flowers, along with some white decorations."

"hmm." spencer pursed his lips, thinking for a moment, before speaking again, "did you know that lilies represent purity, peonies represent good luck, and roses represent passion? white roses have a different meaning, though. they usually symbolize innocence."

"yes, i do know that." you smile softly, "florists kind of need to know what different kinds of flowers mean. we even sell a bunch of different books on what different flowers mean."

"oh." spencer's face fell slightly, "sorry," he chuckled softly, "i didn't mean to dump information on you about something you're pretty much an expert on, already."

"don't worry." you laugh, rolling your eyes playfully, "it's actually nice that someone else knows these things. usually the only person i can talk flowers with is… well, flowers."

"alright…" your friend mumbled quietly, "well, what kind of a bouquet would you recommend i get?"

"that depends!" you smile sweetly, "who is it for? a girlfriend, a boyfriend? a friend? a crush?"

spencer's lips were pursed until he looked up at you with a smile, "well, a friend i have a crush on."

you laugh softly, shaking your head, "that's always the case, isn't it." you move around the store, gathering flower after flower, spencer admiring the amount of detail you were paying, to your task. you brought a bunch of different flowers in a bunch of different colors, starting to arrange them into a vase.

white roses, hydrangeas, baby's breath, tulips… to most people, your strange combination might look messy, but spencer couldn't take his eyes off of it. to him, watching you wrap a white bow around the vase was the most gorgeous thing he had ever witnessed.

"how much do i owe you?" he asked as you added up the cost of the bouquet on the cash register, feeling a slight pang in your chest knowing that the man you'd liked for over a year now was going to give flowers to someone else. damn you for loving plants and flowers enough to make it a career."

"$40." you said, feigning a smile and watching as spencer reached into his satchel and pulled out his wallet, placing a few crumpled twenty dollar bills onto the counter. "wanna write a note for the recipient?"

spencer nodded, and you took one of the little note cards you kept for bouquets, handing it over to spencer along with a pen. you watched as he wrote something onto the small note, each flick of the pen making your heart ache even more, his tongue sticking out slightly in concentration, before he folded it, and his lips curled up into a smile, "done."

"alright. i assume you want to give it to them in person." you pushed the bouquet towards him, "good luck."

spencer look down at the bouquet, letting out a small chuckle before pushing it back towards you.

"delivery costs extra."

"i know. that's why i'm delivering it myself." spencer said, pushing the note to you, "read it."

you rolled your eyes, betting that this was some practical joke spencer thought to be funny. unfolding the note, your eyes widened as you read the words spencer had written down in his traditional chicken scratch.

"to my favorite florist."

you look from the flowers to spencer, back down to the flowers and then back to reid.

"what is this?" you asked, chuckling softly.

"what? it's a bouquet to the friend i have a crush on."

[magical-reid]

The Things He Doesn't Know

Pairing: Stiles Stilinksi x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1.2K

Summary: Stiles Stilinski has always been hyper-aware of every little detail about you, from your food preferences to the way you hum when you're focused—something your boyfriend, Nick, has failed to notice. As Stiles’s unintentional corrections begin to create friction in your relationship, the truth about Stiles’s feelings emerges, leading to a confession neither of you were prepared for.

Stiles was a walking encyclopedia of your quirks and preferences, an unintentional archivist of every detail about you that others—including your boyfriend, Nick—seemed to miss. It wasn’t something you’d thought much about, at least not until recently. Not until Stiles’s persistent corrections started poking holes in what should’ve been your perfectly fine relationship.

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The First Instance: Movie Night

The tension started small. One evening, the pack was gathered at Lydia’s house, half-researching supernatural threats and half-goofing off. Nick leaned in beside you on the couch, nudging your shoulder.

“Hey,” he murmured, “I was thinking we could do something cool this weekend. How about a movie night? I could set up a projector in my backyard, hang some lights, maybe grab a cute rom-com for us.”

Your eyebrows lifted slightly, unsure how to respond. Before you could, Stiles spoke up from across the room, his voice dripping with skepticism.

“Yeah, great idea—if you want her to be miserable.”

Everyone looked at him. Nick frowned. “What are you talking about?”

Stiles leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “First of all, she doesn’t like rom-coms. She prefers horror—like, the really messed-up, keep-you-awake-at-night kind. Second, she hates sitting outside after sunset because mosquitoes love her. And third, if you’re going to grab snacks, make sure you get Twizzlers, because she doesn’t like popcorn.”

Your jaw dropped. “How do you even—”

“You mentioned it once,” Stiles said with a shrug, avoiding your eyes. “It’s not rocket science.”

Nick’s frown deepened, his tone defensive. “Okay, well, I didn’t know. Excuse me for trying to plan something fun.”

You interjected quickly, trying to smooth things over. “It’s fine, really. I mean, I do like the idea of a movie night… maybe we could do something inside?”

Nick nodded tightly, but you could feel the tension simmering beneath the surface.

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#2: The Flowers

A few days later, Nick showed up at your place with a bouquet of red roses. You smiled politely as you accepted them, but the strong, cloying scent made your nose crinkle.

“They’re beautiful,” you said, trying not to sneeze.

Nick beamed, but before he could respond, Stiles walked into the room carrying an armful of books. He froze when he saw the flowers, his brow furrowing.

“Roses?” he said, his voice laced with incredulity. “Seriously?”

Nick’s expression darkened. “What’s wrong with roses?”

“She hates roses,” Stiles said bluntly, setting the books down. “They give her headaches. If you’re going to bring her flowers, go for white peonies. They’re her favorite.”

You turned to Stiles, your mouth falling open. “How do you even know that?”

Stiles shrugged, his face carefully neutral. “You said it that one time in junior year. You know, after the whole Nogitsune thing? You were talking about how roses make you feel sick, and I just… remembered.”

Nick stared between the two of you, his lips pressing into a thin line. “Good to know,” he muttered before turning and walking out of the room.

You groaned, glaring at Stiles. “Do you have to keep doing that?”

“Doing what?” he asked innocently.

“Correcting him! It’s like you’re trying to make him look bad.”

“I’m not trying to make him look bad,” Stiles retorted. “I’m just stating facts. It’s not my fault he doesn’t know these things.”

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#3: The Club Date Idea

Nick’s attempts to salvage the relationship continued. One evening, as the pack hung out at Scott’s house, he leaned over to you, his voice low.

“Okay, so hear me out,” he said, brushing your hair behind your ear. “What if we go out this weekend? Like, really go out. There’s a new club downtown—loud music, dancing, drinks. It could be fun.”

You hesitated, wrinkling your nose. “A club?”

“She hates clubs,” Stiles said from his usual spot on the couch, not even bothering to look up from his notebook.

Nick exhaled sharply. “Of course she does. Why am I not surprised?”

“She doesn’t like crowds,” Stiles continued, his tone infuriatingly matter-of-fact. “Too loud, too chaotic. And she definitely doesn’t dance unless she’s had exactly two margaritas. On the rocks, salt rim—not sugar.”

You gawked at him. “Okay, seriously, how do you know that?”

“Because I pay attention,” Stiles said, his voice softening as his eyes briefly met yours.

Nick stood abruptly, his frustration boiling over. “You know what? Forget it. I’m done with this conversation.”

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#4: The Actual Date

Despite the mounting tension, Nick eventually planned a surprise date. He picked you up and drove to a small clearing in the woods, where he’d set up a picnic beneath the stars. The blanket was spread out neatly, fairy lights strung through the trees, and a bottle of wine chilled in a bucket.

It was objectively romantic. You tried to enjoy it, smiling and laughing as Nick poured you a glass of wine and offered you a chocolate truffle. But as the night went on, something felt… off. The date was fine—better than fine, even. So why did it feel wrong?

By the time you got home, you were frustrated with yourself. You sat on the couch at Scott’s house later that evening, recounting the date to the pack. Stiles listened quietly from across the room, his expression unreadable.

“It was a nice date,” you said, your voice tinged with guilt. “Really. He put so much effort into it. But… I don’t know. It didn’t feel right.”

Stiles spoke up, his tone carefully measured. “That’s because it wasn’t you.”

You turned to him, confused. “What do you mean?”

He sighed, leaning forward. “You don’t like wine. You drink it to be polite, but you’d rather have a Coke or peach tea. And chocolate? You don’t like it outside because it melts too fast. Plus, sitting on the ground for hours? Your back probably hurt the whole time.”

Your breath caught in your throat as he spoke, every word hitting uncomfortably close to home. “How… how do you even know all that?”

Stiles shrugged, his voice quieter now. “I just do.”

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The Breakup

Nick broke up with you two days later. He showed up at your door, his expression heavy with guilt.

“You deserve better than me,” he said quietly. “Someone who knows what makes you happy without guessing. Someone who already loves you. I can’t compete with that.”

“Nick,” you said, your voice breaking. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s Stiles,” he said, his tone soft but firm. “It’s always been him. I just hope you realize it.”

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The Confession

At Scott’s house, you walked in, feeling hollow. “Nick broke up with me,” you said quietly. “He said someone else could love me better.”

The pack exchanged knowing glances. Stiles shifted nervously before bursting out:

“I didn’t mean to know those things about you, okay? Like how you like the edges of brownies more than the middle. Or that you hum that stupid song when you’re concentrating. Or that you hate when people mix the red and yellow Starbursts together because it ‘ruins the taste.’ How was I not supposed to know? I’ve been holding on to every word you’ve said since the third grade.”

You stared at him, stunned.

“I didn’t mean to fall in love with you,” he continued, his voice breaking. “But I did. And I don’t know how to stop.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you stepped forward, your voice trembling. “You don’t have to.”

And then you kissed him.

[theweepingangelofcas]

Spa Day - The Moriarty Brothers

Soooooo funny story, I now work 50 hours a week as both a baker and at a spa so my schedule is PACKED. But I really missed writing. So here I am. Summary: The boys do their best to give you a well deserved spa day (I deserve one too but I don't have time to get one, so let's write about it!)

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William Moriarty

He probably had to do the least research for it. Though I doubt he goes to spas himself, I imagine he understands the practices pretty well himself. After all, he's read a lot of books. At least one of them has to be on self care, right?

He is a homey type of person at heart. Though visiting new places and meeting new people is just part of the noble lifestyle, he prefers to just stay home and relax.

So, on his day off, you decided to pamper him with a little spa day.

"William?" You called. He had just woken up from a nap a few minutes ago, and you knew he had to be around the kitchen for tea, "Where are you, love?" "'I'm over here, dear." His voice was serene and calm, just how you wanted it to be. The tray in your hands rattled with the glass bottles and oils, giving away your plans. He looked up from his piping kettle of tea, cocking an eyebrow at the elixirs and concoctions in your hands, "What's this?" Your face lit up, "You're getting a facial! You deserve to relax more, Will." He stepped up, observing one of the creams on the tray, "I've never had one before. But, I do trust in your hands." He kissed your forehead, once, twice, three times. His favorite way to kiss you. Soon enough, he was laying on the living room's couch. The lights were dim, only a few candles around you two. Lavender and rosebuds could be smelt throughout the room. With each potion of beauty you layered on his skin, his love for you grew. "Are you having fun, Will?" Your elated voice, sweet like candy floss, was music to his ears. His smile could only grow, "Always, love. Always."

Louis Moriarty

Let's face it, has this man ever known a day of rest? He'd rather die.

In fact, as much as he appreciates that you booked a couples massage for you both, he's a little annoyed that he won't have a head start on dinner that night because of it.

The spa was beautiful, to say the least. Flower vines clung to pillars near the entrance, so that the spa smelled of jasmine and peonies. The staff were attentive, offering you both wine before settling you into the private room. Louis, despite his confident demeanor, was adorably shy while getting undressed. He flushed at the idea. But something about you excitedly hopping onto the massage table eased his nerves. He watched as you got comfy under the thin, lilac colored sheet, breathing in the scent of flowers around you. His heart calmed, releasing a breath he didn't even know he had been holding. Maybe this would be a lovely day after all. He loved it. The firm but targeted massage eased his sore back in a way he hadn't known possible. Plus, seeing you happy and content? That was worth everything to him. You weren't surprised when he shyly asked to go back there again for his birthday.

Albert Moriarty

I'm convinced this man has like, a monthly pampering day or something.

Y'know, some wine, a facial, a massage, maybe a nice dinner. A real 'treat yourself' kind of day.

Of course, once you become his darling beloved, he takes you along with him.

At the end of the month, every month, you two have a day out. It's not an average day out, though. It's a day full of relaxation, pampering, and overall, not stressing about absolutely anything. You'd been surprised at first, when he told you about his monthly happiness sesh. But it made sense the more you thought about it. He was a busy man. He deserved to unwind from time to time. A couples facial, couples massage, and then you'd get a manicure and pedicure. Only the best for his dear y/n. Sometimes, when it's been a particularly stressful month, he takes you to a lovely dinner, or even a walk through the nature park you love so much. No matter what you two do together, it can be guaranteed that it'll be the best day you have that month.

[etheries1015]

Dear writer whose writings I love,

HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)

SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)

You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)

And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)

[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]

SO

SSSOOOOOOO

This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.

He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)

He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)

My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.

-🦇

Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3

ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue

Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...

I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.

You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.

"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.

"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.

"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.

"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.

You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.

You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.

This plan was failing terribly.

Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.

"Read that later!" You cried out.

"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.

You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.

"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"

You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them

the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.

It was your confession.

You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.

You screamed into the pillow.

~ At Diasomnia ~

Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.

"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.

"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.

"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.

"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.

"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.

Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.

He had to get the other half of that letter.

[multifamdomfan]

Flowers and Jealousy

Crowley was not the jealous type.

At least, that’s what he liked to tell himself. He was thousands of years old, after all—he’d seen the rise and fall of empires, the turning of ages, the grand schemes of both Heaven and Hell come and go like the tides. He was above petty emotions.

Except, apparently, when it came to Aziraphale.

It had started subtly. The angel, as kind and oblivious as ever, had taken to chatting with some human—some mortal who ran a quaint little flower shop just down the street from the bookshop. Aziraphale had always loved flowers, of course, so Crowley told himself it was nothing. Just an innocent interest in botany.

But then the visits became more frequent. Aziraphale would return from his strolls with a fresh bouquet in hand, humming contentedly, cheeks slightly pink from the chilly air. And the worst part? The angel had started gifting Crowley flowers.

“You should put these in your flat, dear boy,” Aziraphale had said one evening, pressing a bundle of white lilies into Crowley’s hands. “They’ll brighten up the place.”

Crowley had stared at them, utterly dumbfounded. Flowers? For him? As if his place of residence wasn’t already cluttered with a jungle’s worth of unruly plants.

More concerning, however, was the fact that Crowley recognized those lilies from the flower shop.

Now, Crowley didn’t hate humans—he found them amusing, ridiculous, sometimes even admirable in their tenacity. But this particular florist? This unassuming, cheerful, all-too-friendly mortal who had Aziraphale’s full attention? Crowley despised him.

Not that he’d ever admit it.

“Another bouquet, angel?” Crowley drawled one evening, reclining against a bookshelf in the bookshop. He eyed the fresh arrangement of roses now sitting in a delicate vase by the counter. “What, is the florist giving you a discount for being his favorite customer?”

Aziraphale laughed, the sound light and warm. “Oh, don’t be ridiculous, Crowley. I simply enjoy his selection.”

Crowley huffed, adjusting his sunglasses. “Right. His selection.”

Aziraphale, to Crowley’s growing frustration, remained utterly unbothered. “It’s quite lovely, isn’t it?” He gestured to the bouquet with a smile. “You know, you really should talk to him. You’d get along splendidly.”

That was the last thing Crowley wanted.

Instead, he found himself brooding. It was childish. Ridiculous. He knew that. Aziraphale was an angel, unfailingly kind to everyone he met. It wasn’t as if this florist was some rival, someone who could ever truly replace—

Crowley scowled. No. That wasn’t even worth entertaining. Still, the feeling gnawed at him, an ugly twist in his stomach he couldn’t quite ignore. He hated it.

So, naturally, he did what any self-respecting demon would do.

He sabotaged the florist.

It was nothing serious—just a little demonic influence. A sudden shortage of stock, a few mysteriously wilted petals here and there, some unexpected supply chain delays. All perfectly reasonable inconveniences, really. Crowley told himself it was harmless fun.

And yet, when Aziraphale came into the shop one afternoon with a small frown, Crowley’s stomach dropped.

“Oh dear,” Aziraphale sighed, setting down an empty vase. “It seems the poor man’s been having trouble with his shipments. Such a shame—I was hoping to bring home some fresh peonies today.”

Crowley pretended to examine his nails. “Huh. Tough luck.”

Aziraphale shook his head, looking genuinely concerned. “I do hope things turn around for him.”

Crowley shifted uncomfortably. Suddenly, his petty revenge didn’t feel quite so satisfying. With a quiet sigh, he flicked his fingers, undoing all the minor misfortunes he had caused. Within a day, the florist would be back in business.

Because, as much as he hated to admit it, Crowley didn’t actually want to see Aziraphale upset. Even if it meant tolerating the damn florist.

The next time Aziraphale brought home a bouquet, Crowley merely rolled his eyes but said nothing. And, later that evening, when Aziraphale offered him a single violet from the bunch, Crowley took it without a word, tucking it carefully into his lapel.

Maybe he was jealous. Just a little. But at the end of the day, Aziraphale was still here, with him. And that was what truly mattered.

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Days passed, and though Crowley had undone his minor sabotage, the nagging feeling of unease hadn’t fully disappeared. He told himself it wasn’t a big deal. That he didn’t care. And yet, whenever he caught sight of Aziraphale in that flower shop, smiling and chatting away, Crowley felt something unpleasant coil in his chest.

One evening, he finally snapped.

“So, tell me, angel,” he said as they sat in the bookshop, sharing a bottle of wine. “What’s so bloody fascinating about this florist, anyway?”

Aziraphale blinked at him, taken aback by the sharpness in Crowley’s tone. “Oh, Crowley. Really, must you be so dramatic? He’s a lovely young man, quite talented with arrangements.”

Crowley scoffed. “Talented, is he? What, does he enchant the damn flowers to dance?”

Aziraphale chuckled. “Oh, nothing of the sort. But he has a real passion for it, you see. It’s rather endearing.”

Crowley downed his wine in one gulp. “Endearing,” he muttered. “Right.”

Aziraphale set his glass down and looked at Crowley carefully. “Crowley,” he said gently, “Are you—dare I say—jealous?”

The demon choked. “Jealous? Me? Pfft. Ridiculous.”

Aziraphale simply smiled, that knowing, patient look on his face that made Crowley feel entirely too seen.

Crowley grumbled and slouched back. “I just don’t see why you need to spend so much time there, that’s all.”

Aziraphale reached over, placing a soft hand over Crowley’s own. “Dear boy,” he murmured, voice warm, “you do realize that no amount of flowers, no charming florist, could ever hold a candle to you?”

Crowley blinked, momentarily speechless.

Aziraphale squeezed his hand and, just to twist the knife, added, “And besides, he has a boyfriend.”

Crowley groaned, tipping his head back. “Oh, for Hell’s sake.”

Aziraphale laughed, and Crowley, despite himself, couldn’t help but smile.

[hannahhook7744]

Tiger Peony hc please ??

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Tiger Peony, like her mother, was named after a flower.

Ironically, Peonies are her favorite flowers.

Orange is her favorite color.

Her parents are Tiger Lily and Romeo Lucignolo Rossí (aka Lampwick).

She and Tulip were the only ones of their siblings to be at their parents' wedding.

She has five siblings: Tulip (14, almost 15, in d3), Blue Veronica (8 years old in d3), Sunflower (2 in d3), and the twins—Rowan and Petunia (a few months old by d3).

She is 18 years old in d3.

Aside from Tulip, Tiger Peony is the only one of her siblings who can sew and do embroidery.

Despite popular belief, Tiger Peony actually likes her name—she is one of the few kids whose name is similar to their parents' name who does.

She thinks it sounds cool and the fact she likes the flower also helps.

Tiger Peony is a vegetarian for the most part and her favorite foods are Tofu, corn cakes, peanuts, rice cakes, trail mix, and jolly ranchers.

Cacao is her favorite drink (in Neverland) and Maize is her favorite food (in Neverland).

She is a student at Neverland Academy. Her mother is the headmistress and tourney coach there.

Her dad is a stay-at-home dad.

Her family has a home in Neverland and a vacation home in Auradon.

She is one of the leaders of the Neverland club (this one is inspired by one of @dragoneyes618 's fics).

Tiger Peony is good at sneaking from one place to another. I'm talking 'she can sneak from Neverland to Auradon without anyone realizing she was gone' kind of good.

She is an activist for various different causes.

She was very supportive of Ben's proclamation.

She's very competitive and a big fan of tourney despite the fact she doesn't play.

Tiger Peony is dating Sherwood's star archery player, Robert Coran Hood of Locksley. Also known as Bobby Hood.

She met Bobby when Sherwood and Neverland's teams were playing one another. He was commenting on the game— angry about how one of the lost boys got away with a cheap shot towards one of his friends.

Which led to the two of them arguing after the game.

It took awhile for the two of them to get together and for them to stop getting into arguments every time they met. 

She is a fun loving, tom boyish, hippy-ish flower child.

She's also an artist, though she isn't the greatest at it.

Tiger Peony is also great at swimming and canoeing as well as dancing, singing, climbing, and giving speeches. She can play the lute, the flute, the drum, and the pan flute.

She's close to her cousins, Hototo and Anakin.

Her cousins, Pin and Ally, on the other hand, kind of annoy her with her antics but she's used to that.

She's close to her cousins, Fabian and Karina Collodi-Rossi-Liddell as well. Her favorite cousin is Fabian.

Tiger Peony is very popular and has a lot of friends who just love her laid back yet firm personality.

She's friends with the grandchildren of Maimie Mannering, Armus and Sienna (much to Peter’s dismay), the remaining lost children—Rufio, Thud Butt, Ace, Don't Ask, No Nap, Pockets, Latchboy, Too Small, the other twins (Sooner and Later), Twins (singular boy), Chubs, Cynthia, Meera, Stringbean, Maya, Tootles, and Baby—, the Darling Cousins (Wendy, John, Michael, Curly, Nibs, Tootles, the Twins, and Slightly), The Darling Cousins' Children, Tinkerbell and Terrance's children (Little Tinzen and his sister), etc. just to name a few.

She's fond of Jane, Daniel, and William (Wendy and Edward's kids) as well as Jamie, Wilma, and Diana (John and Luna's kids), Jeremiah, Wallace, Dalton, and Sally-May (Michael's kids), & Conrad and Millie (Slightly's son and daughter).

But is not a fan of Slightly’s son, Warpaint, or the twins’ sons, Chains and Shelly, however. They're bullies and she doesn't like them or that she always has to straighten their behavior out when they get back from Auradon Prep.

She is an immediate fan of the Bad Apples when she hears their songs and though she will never admit it, Tiger Peony is a fan of Tulip's band, the Donkey-ettes (though she thinks their name is cringey).

After the barrier is brought down in d3, Lampwick and Tiger Lily tries to enforce a strict curfew because they're afraid of the kids in their family somehow running into the Coachmen (or Hook) and getting snatched up.

Tiger Peony does not follow the curfew. At all. She’s eighteen and her parents can’t make her—especially when she’s away at University.

Lampwick once dropped Tiger Peony's favorite stuffed animal when she was three in front of her (it was an accident) and she gave him the biggest betrayed look that still haunts him to this day. Tiger Lily has it on camera. 

There's a video of Lampwick purposing to Tiger Lily where a three year old Tiger Peony can be heard asking in an annoyed voice. "What's goin' on? Why's mama cryin'?" 

When Tiger Peony was three, she kept trying to take a newborn Tulip on adventures. Which gave her parents quite a few heart attacks. 

Tiger Peony used to be a mama's girl but has now grown out of it and is now close with both her parents but is more independent. 

Peter used to babysit Tiger Peony when she was little but seeing as he's permanently 12, it didn't really last for long. Especially since he'd take her on adventures. 

Lampwick and Tiger Lily raised their kids in a mixed culture household, meaning that the kids grew up on dishes and traditions from both their parents' cultures. They celebrated Christmas with Lampwick's family and Winter Treasure Day with Tiger Lily's family.

Her parents overprotective nature really annoys Tiger Peony sometimes though she tries not to show it because she understands why they're like that. 

Tiger Peony, at age 12, decided that she wanted to be mostly vegetarian. Something the never fairies encouraged: Lampwick and Tiger Lily did their best to be supportive, but were also  concerned about it having negative affects on her health and they've done a lot of research to try and find an appropriate middle ground. 

Tiger Peony was a fast learner, so while she was also technically average for the amount of time it took for her to learn how to talk and walk once she got the hang of it, she was hard to keep up with. 

The color orange smoothed Tiger Peony as a baby because it reminded her of her dad's hair and it is now her favorite color though she doesn't know why. 

Tiger Peony had a Peter Pan doll until she was seven. She also has a stuffed mouse ballerina. 

She's close to her uncle, Hard-to-Hit, and her mom's friend, Shining Pearl. 

Tiger Peony has godparents—they’re Pete and Shining Pearl.

She also doesn't like Alexander and Eilonwy’s oldest two kids, Scarlet and Carter, because they're rude. 

Never have a mud, food, paint, water, or snowball fight with Tiger Peony. This is a child who was babysat by Peter Pan and the lost boys—you will not win the fight.

Tiger Peony was taught how to swim by the mermaids, who are friends with Tiger Lily. 

English is Tiger Peony’s third language. Her first two were the language of her mom's tribe and Italian. 

Thanks to Lampwick, Tiger Lily, and Peter Tiger Peony has very strong opinions regarding Auradon and the isle and is not afraid to share them (it took her years to gain a filter thanks to Peter). 

Tiger Peony loves denim. 

One time Lampwick went to jail for punching an entitled paparazzi person for taking pictures of a young Tiger Peony without permission—It's one of Tiger Peony’s earliest memories.

Tiger Peony's first word was ‘Vaffanculo’. Said to Beast. Luckily, he still doesn't know what it means. 

She has an InstaRoyal Account and loves watching Auratube.

Her favorite movie is a horror movie by the name of ‘The Spectre of Sherwood Forest’. It's very scary and very gory, and Lampwick fainted when he watched it. 

Tiger Peony is scared of the paparazzi: it's the one noticeable fear she has, other than being kidnapped that is.

She inherited Lampwick's allergy to cottonwood trees. She's also the only one of her siblings who is unaffected by poison ivy, which has gotten all of them into situations.

After the Auradon Prep Donkey Incident of 2061 Tiger Peony was furious with Pin and Tulip, and rained hell down upon them.

Did she tattle to their parents? No. But after discovering how vengeful Tiger Peony could be they wished she did.

Her favorite holiday is either the fall Harvest Festival (if it counts) or Winter Treasure Day.

Tiger Peony has a pet donkey named 'Carrot'.

[hiraethwa]

Hello hello, may I have a peony w/ baby’s breath. I would love the prompt “Bake me a cake, and we’ll talk” bcs reader is a baker (please I stress bake and am in culinary school and y/n never knows how to cook I swear). Can I give the bouquet to Osamu?

-box (trying different tumblr names out)

thank you for requesting a bouquet, box <3

a/n: i hope you like this! i bake for fun and baking is a science to me (yes, the reader is a little self-inspired)

visit the hq flower truck or the library

/⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩 in progress—picking a bouquet of peonies and baby's breath.

miya osamu is pouting at you, complete with puppy dog eyes, head resting on your lap from his cross-legged position at the foot of the couch.

“but babeee,” he pleads. 

you try your very best to stifle the laughter threatening to burst from your seams, pointedly looking away from those damned puppy dog eyes that always, always win you over.

“i’m sorry for saying that, it was a prank!” his monologue continues as you make the action of sealing your lips and throwing the figurative key away. 

you stick your tongue out at him in faux annoyance.

apparently, he had seen this tiktok trend of pulling a prank on your baker significant other by telling them that “baking is so easy, unlike cooking, don’t you just follow the recipe?” and filming their reaction. 

of course, you knew that. especially when you already spied the phone propped up in the corner when you entered the room. that combined with the fact that you have never caught osamu writing off your baking skills at any point in time in your entire relationship. 

but osamu had dug the hole for himself to jump into, and you are amusedly watching him try to climb out. really, what was he thinking when he pulled the joke on you? it is only fair that you have him pay you back with your own entertainment.

so you pretended to be mad at him, narrowing your eyes, crossing your arms, and giving him the silent treatment. after you had sent him the sweet and short message, obviously. 

you point at your phone screen that had your conversation pulled up, the last bubble from you stating “bake me a cake, and we’ll talk”.

you know osamu can’t bake a cake to save his life, just as you are unable to cook to save your own life either. 

something about estimation and adjusting ratios just doesn’t make any logical sense to your brain because how are you going to recreate your cooking if you don’t know the exact measurements that go into your food? 

so you left the cooking to osamu and he left the baking to you. all is well. all was well.

you giggle as he dejectedly gives up on trying to change your mind about the conditions of his forgiveness.

he trudges into the kitchen, taking his sweet time to pull up a recipe for your favorite cake and retrieve all the ingredients. 

ding! your phone lights up with a link from him, requesting for your approval. you react to his message with a thumbs up emoji. 

his bubble pops up, the three dots showing that he is typing a message. 

would you please help me? 🥺

🙄 fine

osamu happily wraps his arms around you when you step into the kitchen, pressing a loud kiss to your cheek. “alright, time to do the hardest task in my life with the most merciful love of my life.”

.delivering bouquet to miya osamu—sent! ⋆.˚ ᡣ𐭩/

[daxerian]

Out of all, you are my favourite flower

Mick Shumacher x Reader

Warnings: FLUFF, and my wonderful grammar😜

Words: it's 3:20am please, this info is too much to ask for

A/N: So basically I'm kinda sick rn again😻🤞🏼 and I was too lazy to write another fic but here I am at 3:20am ❤️

Also I read every comment, inbox message, etc. And I am so incredibly greatful for the ideas, sweet messages and all❤️❤️ and I will be writing soon enough the ideas you guys left on here ‼️ and take care, stay hydrated and don't lose your lip balm!!! Now enjoy reading 🧁

Mick Schumacher dashed into the quiet flower shop, his racing heart matching his hurried footsteps. He had promised his friend a gift for the birthday party they were attending, but in his rush, he had forgotten to buy one. His eyes scanned the vibrant display of blooms, searching for the perfect gift.

"Excuse me, do you need any help?" a sweet voice called out from behind the counter. "Um, well yes! I'm attending a birthday party and I forgot to buy a gift in all that rush, would you mind helping in any sort of way?" Mick was honestly surprised he could say more than one sentence without stuttering because, in his eyes, he was talking to the most beautiful woman ever to walk on earth.

"Well, to save you some time, you can pick one of the pre-made flowers we made this morning or you could pick some flowers and we can do a custom bouquet for you." Y/N softly told Mick the two options he could pick from with a smile on her face. "If we did a custom one, how long would it take?" Mick asked her, "About 10 minutes? It also depends on what kind of bouquet and how many types of flowers you want" Y/N once again answered softly with a happy face.

"Ooh, I'm afraid I don't have a lot of time to wait out for that custom one" Mick told her, "Oh, no worries! You can take a look and pick out one of the pre-made ones" Y/N told Mick with this tone in her voice that made Mick feel this weird but in a good way..

"These are all so beautiful too, which one do you like the most?" Mick asked Y/N, of course, he would go with the classic red roses but he wanted to talk to her more, "Well I would choose the one with peonies and irises, since it's giving such a fresh look and never looks bad anywhere you know? And it's also one of my favorites so that's the other reason" Mick listened to Y/N carefully, making mental notes to himself that Y/N likes peonies and irises together.

"I'll gladly take them then" Mick smiled while looking at her. "Perfect choice! That would be 27 euros" Y/N told him. Mick paid, thanked Y/N for her time and was now rushing to the party destination.

"Honey, I bet he's gonna come soon again" Y/N's colleague and friend, Layla, told her once Mick left the shop. "And what do you mean by that Lala?" Y/N asked Layla with curiosity in her. "He was looking at you like you were some kind of goddess, and with these big love heart eyes" Layla was now excited to tease her friend a bit, since she only told the truth, she could have all that fun in the world.

"He wasn't! He needed help and I helped him, that's part of our job you know?" Y/N told her, trying to deny the fact that Mick was looking at her like that. "Now what exactly are you trying to deny?" Layla asked Y/N, raising her eyebrow because she saw all of those lovie-dovie looks he was giving her friend. "Nothing Lala! I'm just saying the basic facts, he needed help and that's what I did, helped him" Y/N told her.

"So you are telling me that a man that's in a rush stops his spinning world just to talk to you more? Girl, you know damn well that if someone is in a rush they just pick out these pre-made flowers that we put our souls into, pay and leave, running to their destination so they can look like they are on time. And that man stopped his rush mode to listen to you, to adore your passion about this whole flower business, and I'm telling you, he'll come back soon" Layla just told her friend the truth, she wanted Y/N to understand that the stranger that came to the shop was gonna return, for her.

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2 weeks passed and Layla was right. Mick Schumacher was back in the flower shop again, but this time more chilled with no intention of rushing to get somewhere. "Hello, how was your day so far?" Mick asked Y/N with a smile on his face, "Welcome again! I'm feeling perfect, what can I help you with today?" Y/N was happy to see Mick back in the shop, but she also knew that Layla wouldn't shut up about how right she was.

"Could we do a custom bouquet today?" Mick asked, "I hope we don't have to rush it this time" Y/N laughed a bit, bringing up the situation from 2 weeks ago. "No rush today" Mick laughed alongside her, oh how pretty she looked with her hair down. He thought to himself, "So a special bouquet for somebody, who might that person be?" Y/N asked him, to know a bit about the person she's gonna be making a bouquet for, because it can't be just good, it needs to be perfect.

"For my mum, she's visiting after what seems like a long time" Mick answered her question, having this cheeky smile on. "A special bouquet for a special person then," Y/N told him. "Yeah, and she likes roses kinda classic but I don't want to get her only roses, and I have no idea what goes with them" Mick told her. "They go along with a lot of types of flowers, one of the more fresh combos that I recommend to people are these pinkish roses with daisies and dahlias but maybe, for a more classic red rose bouquet, you could just do with a few baby's-breath, the little white flowers."

Mick listened, he could honestly listen to her talking about different types of flowers all day and wouldn't get tired of it."Let's do the fresh one you like to recommend to people" Mick told her, "Okay, perfect" and just like that Y/N started working her magic on the flowers. "So, I never quite caught your name?" Mick told her, "It's Y/N" She answered him, not looking at him but only focusing on the flowers. "Beautiful name for a beautiful woman" Mick told her while truly admiring her, he never met anybody with such a dedication and love towards flowers. And that's what made him like her, adore her, love her.

"What's your name" Y/N asked him, "Mick" "That's a very beautiful name, Mick" Y/N looked at him and gave him a soft smile before continuing her job. And the two of them made a small talk, got to know each other a bit more and then came the time when Mick had to pay and leave. "28€ today" Y/N told Mick, "There you go, and thank you so much again Y/N" Mick told her after he paid, "No problem, I hope your mum will like them" Y/N told him before they told each other goodbyes.

"And you didn't believe me, honey" Layla told her, feeling proud of herself that Mick had come again. "You should start listening to me more" she also added. "I will listen to you more than ever before Queen Lala" Y/N told her friend.

-----

*time skip to like a year later cause I don't have the energy to write everything 😔*

After months of being friends, Mick finally got brave enough to ask Y/N to be his girlfriend and of course, she said yes. (My dream fr, sorry) Now the two of them were having a lazy evening in Mick's apartment, a movie they weren't paying attention to and just focusing on each other's company. "You know Mick, out of all, you are my favourite flower" Y/N told him, "And you are my favourite thrilling memory, Meine Liebe"

❤️❤️

[beauty-under-the-sun]

(You are going to Bluescreen Dionysus!)

I uh.. I got you some peonies

(Fun little fact My grandma has peonies that grow in her front yard! Very pretty! Can see why they are the favorite)

Oh-Dionysus these are absolutely beautiful. You didn't have to do this...

he smells the flowers, taking them in his arms.

(( I have a whole bunch of them in my backyard, I love them so much. Those and hydrangeas ))

[rosey-mango]

favorite headcanons?? i really like your headcanons... <3 also id love to know about sadieee ^^ ~~~

YAYY! A QUESTION!

I sadly don't have much for headcanons. They come to me at random lmao and it's hard to pick a favorite.

But I do HC most Leo's as at least a little genderfluid and aroace. Whether they would be bi, pan, gay, straight, whatever depends on the iteration.

I also HC all Raphs having a phase as a young child where they chewed everything. Especially Rise Raph.

If I think of more, I'll post about it <3

AS FOR SADIE-

She was born in Jasper Arkansas and has lived on a ranch for the first 8 years of her life with her mother Camilia [who's from Italy], her father John, and little brother, Anthony [or Tony]. Her favorite part of the ranch was the cows and the bush of peonies her mother planted by the house.

Sadly, her father passed away while on the job [he was a very hardworking police officer]. After a few months, her mother realized she can't afford to live on and tend the ranch without her husband, so she sold it to some family members [to ensure it is in good hands] and found a job in New York.

Now- Sadie was experiencing MAJOR culture shock and anxiety. From going from a peaceful, open area to a loud, bustling city? She didn't like it. And despite how active and playful she is, she's not social, especially due to the fact she was homeschooled by her mother, meaning she didn't get a lot of interactions with kids her age. But thankfully, her cousin [Sean] lived in New York, so there would be at least one person she can hang out with outside of the house. They even went to the same school.

Now, I can't say too much without spoiling things, but I will add some fun facts:

- Sadie LOVES strawberries. It's her absolute favorite

- She's a bit of a nature girl. Loves scenery, and her favorite flower is the peony.

- She's fluent in Italian [thanks to her mother] and has visited Italy only twice. It's funny because she also had a semi-thick southern accent, so most people are surprised to hear near-perfect Italian be spoken from her.

- She's related to one of the villians. I won't say who just yet, but you can guess ;]

- She's a smart girl. Mostly, in a natural sense, meaning she knows about plants, animals, elements, climate, biology, all that. Anything tech, mystic or chemistry related she learned when she was with Draxum.

- Her and Donnie became close pretty quickly because Donnie felt like she understood him more than anyone else and they had a common ground with sciences (different areas, but still). They had a small crush on each other shortly before her kidnapping, but both of them sort of brushed it off as them being close friends [they were too young to actually understand those kinds of feelings].

- If it's not obvious, her favorite color is green lmao.

- Her accent isn't as thick anymore, but it's still noticeable. It's only more intense when she's angry.

- She's definitely an amazing cook and baker!

- She's definitely close to her little brother. So much so that he has yet to get over her being missing and is still trying to find her. He knows his sister and refuses to believe she's not strong enough to still be alive and out there.

That's all I can think of right now. If there's anything specific you wanna know, feel free to ask! And thanks again for the ask ^^ 🫶

[ct-kny-crossover-au]

"Are you alright?"

The young boy rushed to Ishizaki, crouching down and checking the latter's wound to the right arm. Ishizaki winced, laughing at the same time and shaking his head:

"Hey, no need! No need to worry about me. I knew I wouldn't survive anyw—"

"What are you saying?" The boy's face was empty of any emotion, a sharp contrast to his worried expression a moment ago. He stared at Ishizaki blankly.

"The bleeding is the only worrying issue. The wound itself is really shallow."

He then pulled out a piece of white fabric and a small gourd filled with water, washing the still-bleeding wound and then swiftly pressing the fabric on the wound.

"Ah... right. I see. Haha. I want to die from embarrassment." Ishizaki thought out loud. The boy chuckled in reply, smiling at him innocently.

"Well... my name is Taro Misaki. If you needed any help, just yell my name. I have sharp ears and the final selection area is small."

Name: Taro Misaki (岬 太郎)

Age: 13 (final selection)

Rank: Kanoto

Breathing style: flower breathing

Taro Misaki is usually described by words like peaceful, innocent, and optimistic. He's the quiet one of the squad, considering the situation and taking action accordingly. However, behind the always-smiling face of Taro lies a tragic past.

His mother was Yumiko Yamaoka, the former flower hashira. She'd married Ichiro Misaki, one of her relatives and even her tsuguko in some way, since Yumiko had taught him the breath of flower.

However, a while after Taro was born, Yumiko was killed in a mission. Ichiro, having taken her place as the flower hashira, retired instantly, scared and agonized by Yumiko's death and hiding everything from the young Taro so he wouldn't go through the same situation and maybe even have the same things happen to him.

This act of hiding the entire demon slayer corps and demons' issue from Taro, however, led to Ichiro ignoring Taro a bit too much and making him think he doesn't like him, a strong sense of pity and jealousy rising inside him.

Determind to find out why his father avoids him so much, Taro investigated Ichiro's belongings thoroughly (and sometimes, without his permission), and finally found his mother's haori, which was given to Ichiro after her death.

He learnt about the demons and slayers through more investigation, his jealousy turning to intense rage of why his father had hid the truth from him like that.

He wanted to become a slayer. To avenge his mother. To prove to his father that he can be successful as a slayer. And no one could stop him...

Taisho secrets/fun facts:

before his father found out, Taro used to sneak out of the house on days that Ichiro wasn't home, and went training alone.

After retiring, Ichiro took the occupation of an artist, traveling to different locations and painting various pictures. This led to Taro also loving art.

Taro inherited his father's art talent and enjoys drawing scenes of where he stays in missions or portrays of his crow in his leisure time. He sends them to his father to show him his progress. (Ichiro keeps every single one of them.)

He took his mother's haori and his father's sword guard.

Taro and Ichiro had an intense fight over wether the former should become a slayer or not, and the former managed to convince his father. Ichiro broke down in tears and cried for a long time, telling Taro about everything and apologizing.

Taro's easy to make jealous. (Obviously.)

However, the jealousy usually doesn't last long, as he keeps prioritizing others' good points and so the envy fades quickly.

He like peonies very much. Peonies and lavender are his favorite flowers.

After they both revealed everything to each other, Taro trained with his father for two years. Before that, he had trained on his own for six months.

Ichiro and Yumiko were the hashira who had the most tsugukos at the time.

^ That meant, Both Taro's parents were good at teaching, this enabling the retired Ichiro to pass all his (and Yumiko's) knowledge to Taro completely. thus Taro rised in the ranks faster than the others who were in his final selection.

His representative Emojis are 🌸🎨.

[ruenna-itzy-dr]

FACTs & THINGs || will add new things/facts

»» Ruè loves spicy food and often tries out new spicy dishes when she travels to different countries.

»» She enjoys painting in her free time, especially landscapes and abstract art, which she finds therapeutic and calming.

»» Her favorite animal is the dolphin because she admires their intelligence and playful nature.

»» She can play the violin pretty good 🎻

»» Ruè meditates every morning to start her day with a clear mind and positive energy.

»» She prefers rainy days over sunny ones, finding the sound of rain soothing and perfect for staying indoors with a good book.

»» Ruè has a scar on her left shoulder from a childhood accident when she fell off her bike, but she considers it a reminder of her resilience.

»» She collects vintage vinyl records and has an impressive collection that includes rare jazz and soul albums from the 1960s and 70s.

»» Ruè is allergic to peanuts, so she always checks food labels carefully when trying new foods.

»» Her favorite flower is the peony, and she loves their lush, full blooms and sweet fragrance.

»» She has a fear of clowns, a phobia that started after watching a scary movie as a child.

»» Ruè’s favorite dessert is tiramisu, and she loves making it herself, experimenting with different coffee blends for the perfect flavor.

»» She enjoys hiking in the mountains, finding it a great way to stay fit and connect with nature.

»» She has a soft spot for romantic comedies, and "Notting Hill" is one of her all-time favorite movies.

»» Ruè loves to wear oversized hoodies because they make her feel cozy and relaxed, especially during long flights.

»» Her favorite scent is lavender, and she often uses lavender-scented candles and essential oils to help her relax.

»» She has a talent for sketching portraits and often draws her friends and family as a way to unwind.

»» Ruè is a night owl, preferring to stay up late working on music or reading.

»» She loves learning about astrology and often reads horoscopes for fun.

»» Her dream travel destination is Greece, where she hopes to explore the ancient ruins and beautiful beaches.

»» Ruè enjoys watching documentaries about history, particularly those about ancient civilizations and famous historical figures.

»» She practices calligraphy, enjoying the art of beautifully crafted handwriting.

»» Ruè has a charm bracelet she never takes off, with charms that represent important milestones and memories in her life.

»» Her favorite ice cream flavor is Blueberry, and she loves having it as a treat after a long day.

»» She often writes in a journal, documenting her thoughts, experiences, and songwriting ideas.

»» Ruè likes to play board games with her friends, her favorite being Uno.

»» She’s a big fan of classic literature, with "Pride and Prejudice" by Jane Austen being her favorite book.

»» Her favorite holiday is Christmas, as she enjoys dressing up her three with balls and loves the cozy atmosphere.

»» Ruè is right-handed, which she thinks gives her a unique perspective in everything she does.

»» She has a soft, calming voice that fans love, making her ballads particularly soothing and emotional, yet when she sings its deep and soulful.

»» Ruè is known for her beautiful smile, which lights up her face and charms everyone around her.

»» On stage, Ruè performs with a captivating presence, combining powerful vocals with graceful dance moves.

»» She interacts warmly with other idols, often seen laughing and chatting backstage, showing her friendly and approachable nature.

»» Ruè has a close bond with her Itzy members, often seen joking around and supporting each other during difficult times.

»» She’s especially close with male idols, maintaining a professional yet friendly rapport that is admired by fans and fellow artists alike.

»» Lee Know sees his younger sister as a hardworking and talented individual, often feeling protective but proud of her achievements.

»» Ruè’s body style is slender and toned, a result of her disciplined dance training and healthy lifestyle. Her body is a healthy, slim, hourglass shaped figure.

»» Her favorite color is blue, which she finds both calming and inspiring.

»» Her favorite artist and role model are Madonna and Ariana Grande, whom she admires for her versatility and longevity in the music industry.

»» Ruè knows some famous German ballroom dancers from the show "Let's Dance," having met in a competition and bonded over their shared love for dance.

»» She has a deep love for slow, sensual R&B music, which greatly influences her own musical style.

»» Ruè was in 2020 (2 months) in a short relationship with actor Woo Do-Hwan, a relationship that was kept private and amicably ended due to their busy schedules.

»» She is often seen mentoring younger idols (vcha), offering advice and support based on her own experiences in the industry.

»» Ruè is known for her elegant fashion sense, often opting for chic and timeless pieces that reflect her sophisticated taste.

»» Despite her introverted nature, she always makes an effort to engage with fans during meet-and-greets, showing genuine appreciation for their support.

»» She was a main act dancer in BTOB's performance of "Blue Moon" in "Kingdom: legendary war"

»» She covered a lot of songs from Marilyn Monroe or Madonna, even some Withney Housten songs too.

»» Ruè is from her character excaltly like Marilyn Monroe, that why she is known for being "The Kpop Marilyn Monroe"

»» She has a British accent when she is talking in English

[robbiefischer]

i hate this paper i'm writing and i'm sick of looking at it. could i ask for some fun facts about julian and niko? anything you want to tell me, i'll take ANYTHING.

On the one hand, I feel like I shouldn't distract you from what you should be doing. But on the other hand, I empathize and will take absolutely any excuse to talk about Julian and Niko - if you don't mind I'm just going to throw out some basic stuff because it's been so long. But do your paper, okay? You'll feel so much better once it's done. Cut to save a life (and your dash).

Julian's a musician - he's the lead singer, songwriter and guitarist for a band that he started with his best friend Saoirse, called fables. Other core members include Zoe (Saoirse's girlfriend), Annika, Lachlan and Avery. They've released five studio albums, and tour regularly. He's also an artist - he's done most of the band's promotional materials, merch designs, album covers, etc. and occasionally does work on commission. Niko is an art historian and museum curator (he has his PhD), and works as the chief curator at the largest art museum in New Islington.

Julian's family... are sort of evenly split between absolutely awful and wonderful. His bio-mom is (well, was - I ended up killing her off during the pandemic because honestly, she needed to go) pretty much evil and his dad was an extreme enabler of her narcissism and abuse. They're slowly developing a bit of a relationship again now that Julian's mom is gone, but they were essentially no-contact for years. On the other hand, his aunt (dad's sister) Clare and her wife Ana are fantastic. They basically acted as his second moms as much as they could during his childhood and teenage years and their home was always a refuge for him when he could get away. Niko's family is great, even if his relationship with his father has had some rough spots. His dad's really not bad, but he's very high-achieving and always expected that out of Niko as well. Very much a "where are the other two points?????" person if Niko brought home a 98% on a test, and while Niko's always been very academically and achievement-oriented, it wore on him a lot when he was younger. Niko's family still lives in Greece, so Julian's aunt Ana has basically adopted him as her own honorary son - they're thick as thieves.

Niko's favorite flower are sunflowers, and Julian's are tulips. Julian loves roses and peonies as well, but don't give him lilies.

They both share a love of traveling and are lucky enough that they both have to do quite a bit for work. Julian will often join Niko on work trips if he can, and it's not at all uncommon for Niko to fly out for a few days at the end of a tour so they can explore whatever city the band's in. They're all about the local culture when they travel - they'll check out a few museums and monuments, go on neighborhood walking tours to look at beautiful architecture and learn about the history of wherever they are, go to lectures and concerts, and spend their evenings checking out fun little wine or cocktail bars and local restaurants. Neither of them are beach people. Julian burns so easily even with sunscreen, and Niko's really not a fan of getting sand everywhere. Plus, they both find lying there listening to the ocean boring.

One thing they don't share is their feelings on birthdays. Niko is such a birthday person. The anniversary of his fabulous self being unleashed upon the world? Heck yeah, he's going to celebrate. He doesn't go as far as having a birthday month, but he definitely has a birthday week and will usually have multiple celebrations with different friend groups. He's such an extrovert, has tons of friends and wants to see everyone. They throw a big, fancy party every year for his birthday and he looks forward to it and works on planning it down to every last detail for months in advance. Julian, on the other hand... he has a lot of complicated feelings surrounding his birthday. Between how awful his mom always made it for him, and then how his shitty ex-boyfriend would be on his birthday, he used to prefer ignoring it entirely. He's come to enjoy a smaller, more low-key celebration with Clare, Ana and his bandmates and then a fancy birthday night with just Niko but it's taken him a while to get there. And he does not want a big, fancy party like his husband does - Niko made the mistake of planning him one the first year they were together and, while Julian did his best to enjoy it and be grateful, it really wasn't his thing at all and he asked Niko to please never do that again. It was just so stressful and anxiety-inducing for him.

Julian's asthmatic just in case that's relevant to anyone's interests. Also, an insomniac. Both are relatively well-controlled usually, but he'll have insomnia flare-ups a few times a year and his asthma acts up more if he's sick.

Niko's had a bit of a bad back ever since he threw it out at work helping to move a few big pieces for an exhibit the museum was putting on. He's been through a lot of physical therapy for it, had an injection or two and has (mostly) controlled it ever since with yoga, swimming, regular massages and occasional courses of anti-inflammatories and muscle relaxants when it's flaring up. Julian's started doing yoga with him, although he's really more into it for the stress reduction benefits. He does it every night before bed and it's helped a lot with his sleep issues.

I know there's SO much more I could talk about for them, but my brain's doing the "Jules and Niko? I have never met them in my entire life" thing right now and I think I need to take a break. But I hope you enjoyed this!

p.s. Go write your paper if you haven't by now!

[spaceratprodigy]

OC Questionnaire

Thank you for the tags @bleumanouche @darkfire1177 @hibernationsuit 💖💕

👇🖤 Faith and Iris Fun Facts! 🖤👇

Name:

❤ - Faith Hawthorne (abandoned her Earth last name in an attempt to detach herself from her former life)

💜 - Iris (never gave her a last name tbh)

Nickname(s):

❤ - Faith: Captain, Cap, Boss

💜 - Iris: Pip, Sunshine, Charmer

Gender:

❤ - Faith: cis woman but fluid in how she likes to present herself

💜 - Iris: cis woman (and currently on her journey of self discovery regarding how she likes to present herself)

Star Sign:

❤ - Faith: Leo

💜 - Iris: n/a (her birthday is undecided at the moment and I can't go by when I created her bc most of y'all don't know just how long she's actually been around [since I was a kid tbh she was kinda sorta technically my Very First lone wanderer])

Height:

❤ - Faith: around 5' 6" methinks

💜 - Iris: oughhh I am genuinely inconsistent with her when I'm drawing bc I can never decide What I Actually Want buuuut lmao let's ballpark somewhere around 5' 8" give or take I'm so bad at this

Orientation:

❤ - Faith: bisexual

💜 - Iris: bisexual + poly

Nationality:

❤ - Faith: American (but has immediate family from Puerto Rico)

💜 - Iris: American (undecided where her family comes from)

Favorite Fruit:

❤ - Faith: cherries, watermelon

💜 - Iris: blueberries, apples, oranges

Favorite Season:

❤ - Faith: spring and fall (she loves the gentle warmth, sunshine, and blooming flowers of spring but really loves the coziness and the colors of fall)

💜 - Iris: fall and winter (she really favors the colder weather and the darkness that swallows up everything)

Favorite Flower:

❤ - Faith: peonies, spider lillies, sunflowers, roses

💜 - Iris: irises, hydrangeas, hyacinths, lily of the valley

Favorite Scent:

❤ - Faith: vanilla and sweet bakery smells, old books and paper smells, a nice cologne, the smell of the forest when she would go hiking on Earth, gasoline

💜 - Iris: gentle floral scents, wood and sawdust, the smells of spices and nice hearty soups cooking, petrichor

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate:

❤ - Faith: Tea

💜 - Iris: Coffee

Average Hours of Sleep:

❤ - Faith: very little generally, she can wake up early at the same time every day without fail bc of her body's weird internal clock but she struggles with insomnia + nightmares and is often Very Exhausted

💜 - Iris: ough my girl pushes herself way too hard and doesn't have a healthy sleep schedule and will honestly keep going until she just crashes for HOURS in a deep sleep and it worries her companions (for her safety especially but also bc they know she talks in her sleep and she also has nightmares frequently)

Dog or Cat Person:

❤ - Faith: both!

💜 - Iris: dogs preferably!

Dream Trip:

❤ - Faith: anywhere she could see the stars or get lost in the woods

💜 - Iris: if she could, everywhere tbh! Iris is adventurous and loves traveling but pre-war she did dream of going on a road trip across the country

Favorite Fictional Character:

❤ - Faith: if the poster above her bunk wasn't proof enough, she has a fondness for Archibald Excelsior (HOWEVER my one half-joking half-serious answer is Inigo Montoya bc I mean c'mon)

💜 - Iris: nowadays she absolutely adores The Silver Shroud!

Number of Blankets They Sleep With:

❤ - Faith: 2 usually! The one that used to belong to Alex Hawthorne and one that she "borrowed" from Max (i.e. his blanket he covered her up with during one of her bad insomnia nights when she had finally fallen asleep and she never returned it [she doesn't want to admit it helps her fall asleep better bc it smells like him and it makes her feel safe and calm])

💜 - Iris: it depends honestly! I would say usually 1 or 2 but it depends a lot on the weather, if she's sleeping at home base or out on the road making camp, depends who all she's sleeping with that night

Random Fact:

❤ - Faith: studied electrical engineering and mechanical engineering in college

💜 - Iris: I've been exploring the idea of Nicky being the one to give Iris her current haircut

open tag to anyone who wants to jump in!