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

[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.

[martinmuhl]

⋆✧˚ ༘ prove it (part 2)

pair: paige bueckers x reader

warnings: cussing

summary: notorious player paige wants to take the star volleyball player out on a date

authors note: hi babies !!! sorry this one is so long i was just having so much fun w it! hope you enjoy <3

‧₊˚ ☁️⋅♡𓂃 ࣪ ִֶָ☾.

a week after your run in with paige, there’s radio silence. you hadn’t heard anything from the blonde basketball player. you couldn’t help but be a bit disappointed, no matter how many times you told yourself that she wasn’t going to prove anything. you knew paige… not well, but well enough. it had only been your first semester at uconn, but you knew paige’s reputation just like everyone else. she enjoyed sleeping around, but the last you’d heard of her sleeping around was 3 months ago with your teammate. as much as you were disappointed that you hadn’t heard from her though, you were at least happy you hadn’t heard that she was sleeping around. maybe she had changed.

shaking your head, you hear a knock at your door as you rolled out of bed. who could possible be here at 7am? you swung the door open, standing face to face with a girl you’d recognized as kk arnold. she was holding a boutique of daisies. kk was paige’s teammate, what was she doing here so early? and with flowers too?

“i think you have the wrong apartment,” you say, a confused look on her face at your words.

“oh no, i’m at the right place. you’re y/n, and oh yeah i’m kk!” she beamed, trying to shake your hand but not being able to set down the giant bouquet, “ah forget it, but my girl paige wanted me to drop these off since she has basketball workouts every morning this week so… i hope this isn’t weird, but she’s been on me about making this perfect so if you could just take them..” she trailed off, obviously nervous. you took the bouquet from her and set it down behind you.

“thank you kk. do you know how she found my apartment? also, why couldn’t she have dropped them off after her workout?” you ask. kk throws her hands up in a shrug and sighs.

“girl boo, i don’t know! paige is weird. she’s all shy and nervous and shit, ive never seen her act so weird,” she shrugs again, a sudden ‘oh shit’ look on her face. she starts digging around in her pockets, “shit i almost forgot this! paige would’ve killed me for real. here!” she hands a small folded note. “well, gotta go ball! see you y/n!”

you take the note, frozen in place. she sent kk to bring flowers and a note? so maybe she was trying to prove you wrong. “uh thanks kk! bye?” you shout at her as she hurries down the hall. after grabbing the bouquet of flowers, you head back inside your apartment and put them in a vase with water. you couldn’t wait any longer as you unfold the note from paige.

y/n, i hope you like the flowers! i didn’t know what your favorite flowers were so stay tuned… sorry i couldn’t deliver them to you myself. i have workouts every morning and im really busy this week. i got big things planned though for us. imma prove it to you, ma.

p.s. i hope you don’t think im a stalker… i asked your teammates for your address and your schedule. see you soon. <3

- paige

you smile and shake your head, giggling. you couldn’t believe paige was actually doing this for you. paige was notorious though so as much as your heart pounded at the thought of her trying so hard for just one date with you, you had to protect your heart until you fully trusted her. it was going to take a lot more than a bouquet of daisies delivered by her teammate.

up until friday, kk showed up at your door at 7am every day with a bouquet of flowers and a note from paige. monday was daisies, tuesday was peonies, wednesday was tulips, and thursday was lilies. friday morning rolled around though and kk didn’t show up that morning. disappointment rolled through you, but you couldn’t be too upset due to the fact that you knew paige was making an effort. she took the time to send flowers and a note every morning for the past week. you shouldn’t expect anything more.

friday was particularly busy for you as you had errands to run, workouts, class, then practice. the national college volleyball tournament was in just a few weeks and coach was running you guys ragged wanting to perfect every rotation. you played in every rotation so you were especially exhausted and sore after every practice this week. your day went by and still nothing from paige. no kk, no flowers, no notes. you shrugged it off, she was probably just busy today. she had already done so much this past week.

in the locker room before practice, you were telling your teammates about paige and what had been going on. allison, your teammate she had slept with, listened with wide eyes. you expressed that you hoped allison wouldn’t be upset with you or make it weird or anything for the sake of your friendship and team dynamic.

“girl we hooked up one time months ago, this is not weird or anything! i think it’s sweet and i think you should go for it! be careful though okay? we fucked and then she completely ghosted me so just be careful. make her work for it, you’re a special girl y/n. now come on before coach kills us for being late!” allison smiles, patting your back. you sighed, feeling relieved but taking her words very seriously. you would not let paige play you.

after practice, you stayed for a while just to get some reps by yourself. as you were shagging the balls, you heard someone enter the gym. it’s probably just a janitor. you continue with what you’re doing until you turn around and there’s paige at the other side of the gym, volleyballs in hand. you both walk toward the cart to place them in. you suddenly felt very nervous and flustered. it was late and she was here, helping you.

“uh thanks for the help. what are you doing here?” you muster out, feeling a blush creep onto your cheeks. stay calm, stay cool, don’t let her play her. those thoughts echoing in your head.

“i wanted to see you, ma. you weren’t at your apartment so i figured you were here. did you like the flowers?” she asks, smiling. her blonde hair was wet down her shoulders, she wore a white uconn basketball shirt, grey sweats, and a gold chain around her damn neck. oh you were fucked.

“i did, thank you. you didn’t have to do that though. the deal was that you keep your hands and mouth to yourself, not showering me with gifts.” you say, trying not to give in so easily to her charm.

“can’t i do both?” she asks, cocking her head with a smirk on her face.

“i guess…” you shrug. “im surprised though. i haven’t heard anything yet about your typical shenanigans. girls not finding you so irresistible lately?”

she laughs, throwing her head back. “i told you i was going to prove to you that i want to take you out. i am a woman of my word. now come on! i have one last surprise.” she quickly grabs your hand, pulling you towards a table in the corner of the gym. as you approach you see a bouquet of red and white roses and a basket full of goodies. you see snacks, gatorades, face masks, bath salts, fuzzy socks, and a coupon for a free massage. you turn to look at her, a smile bright on your face. she was making it so difficult to resist. she chewed on her lip watching you, she looked… nervous.

“our coach likes to work us really hard before big games so i figured yours probably does too… i’ve never made anyone anything like this before so i hope you like it. kk and aubrey helped me with it so…” she trails off, scratching the back of her neck. all you could do is gape at her. this was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. fuck it. you threw your arms around her, a silent thank you. she left out a deep breath, relaxing into the hug.

pulling away, you verbally thank her and insist that she doesn’t have to do all of this. she just shakes her head, asking if you need a ride home. you close up the gym and paige drives you and you basket of goodies back to your apartment. you begin to learn more about paige and realize that you had already begun to fall for her charm. as you pull up to your apartment building, you reach over and give her a hug, thanking her again for everything.

you pull away and slip out of the car. you begin to walk away as you hear her shout, “see you next week, ma!”

“what’s next week?” you shout back.

“your next surprise!” she smiles and drives off. you stand there stunned, you were falling for paige bueckers and you could only hope it doesn’t come back to bite you.

[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.

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.

#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.”

#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.”

#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.”

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.”

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.

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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.

[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.

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*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"

❤️❤️

[carousel-crows]

more incorrect icemav!

mav: Two bros! mav: Chillin' in a hot tub! mav: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

OR

ice: Two bros! mav: Chillin' in a hot tub! ice and mav, in unison: Zero feet apart 'cause we're GAY AS FUCK!

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ice: Pros and cons of dating me. ice: Pros. You'll be the cute one. ice: Cons. Holy shit, where do I begin-

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mav: If I'm extra sarcastic with you it probably means I'm flirting with you or you really annoy me and I can't handle your crap… have fun figuring out which one.

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ice: I would never say that my partner is a bitch and I don’t don’t like them. That’s not true… My partner is a bitch and I like them so much!

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mav: Talk dirty to me~ ice: Inflation is a serious problem and lumber prices are at a high. mav: Wha- ice: The economy is in shambles.

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mav: I don't know how to tell you this, but… I love you. ice: That's great, mav. Especially considering the fact we've been married for 6 fucking years.

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ice: seductively takes off glasses ice: Wow… mav: blushes Haha… what? ice: You're really fucking blurry.

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mav: I don't need to go to bed. I'm not tired, I'll be fine. ice: But, darling, I'll be so lonely without you. Come curl up in my arms so I can feel whole again. mav: O-oh. Well. Are you trying to seduce me into healthy sleeping patterns?? ice: Is it working?

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mav: Bro- ice: No, no, hold up, rewind. ice: My tongue was down in your throat just a second ago and now you're calling me bro??

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mav: Are you ready to commit? ice: Like, a crime or a relationship?

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ice comes home absolutely drunk, undresses, and stands in mav’s bedroom. mav: Babe, are you.. coming to bed? ice: No thank you, I’m sure you’re lovely but I have a boyfriend. ice: Lies on the ground and falls asleep mav: …

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ice and mav are in Paris. mav: I'm…moved. I…I don't know what it is I'm feeling right now. I feel…destiny? ice: But… mav: I don't know what it is. I feel like… I just never thought I'd see it with my own two eyes. And here it is. It's just there. It's right in front of me, and… ice: This is what you wanted to see? The bridge from Inception? mav: Yeah. ice: But the Eiffel Tower is behind us, babe. mav: Yeah, but this is the bridge FROM INCEPTION. ice: Okay, alright.

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mav: We’re getting married, bitches! ice: And we're about to make it everybody else's problem.

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mav: I think I just figured something out. I got to go. ice: Aren't you forgetting something? mav: Uuh…hesitantly kisses ice's forehead before running out. ice: No, pay your bill! Damn, who raised you?

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ice: Are you trying to seduce me? mav: Why, are you seducible?

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mav: ice, you love me, right? ice: Normally I’d say yes without hesitation, but I feel like this is going somewhere I won’t like.

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

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ice: I want to be with you for the rest of my life. mav: Damn, that sounds like a marriage proposal. ice, getting down on one knee: That's 'cause it is.

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ice: mav, you do remember when we agreed we were better off as friends, right? mav, naked in ice's bed: No, I absolutely do not. ice, already taking off his clothes: Fuck… Me neither.

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mav: My hands are cold. ice: Here, let me hold them. mav: My lips are cold too. ice: covers mav's mouth with their hand

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mav: Talk dirty to me, baby~ ice: The dishes. mav: Wh- ice: They’ve been there for 4 days and it’s your turn to wash them. You still haven’t cleaned them and I have asked you to do so several times.

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mav: We have a problem. ice: No, YOU have a problem. I have an idiot who keeps making them

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mav: Wait, what's going on? Are we all talking about how hot ice is? Because ice is a straight up sexual fox riding a red-hot nuclear bombshell right toward the yowza plaza in the heart of Babe City, Assachusetts, U S A. The last A just stands for more ass.

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if there are repeats from the last one no there aren't

[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!

[buffyxlaurel]

full name: elizabeth grace laurel

nicknames: buffy

age: 23

star sign: march 17th (pisces)

hometown: magnolia springs, alabama

occupation: beautician at the cutting edge salon

pronouns/gender: she/her, cis female

time in town: five weeks

current residence: mountainside (lives out of her van)

(this bio contains mentions of conservative politics/religion, teen pregnancy and adoption, and domestic abuse. please proceed with caution if said topics are triggering to you)

general facts

buffy was born the oldest of six children, her father was a local preacher and her mother was a homemaker

for around the first thirteen years of her life, buffy feel very well into her role. she helped raise her younger siblings, never disobeyed her parents, and went to church every sunday and prayed throughout the day and also participated in homeschooling where her parents could command the cirriculum

the older buffy got, the more she questioned things about the world she saw outside of their small town and how people were treated in the name of their religion -- she was often punished for being "disrespectful" when she was innocently questioning

after a summer romance with a boy at bible camp, buffy was around six months pregnant before she fully realized what was happening (homeschooling never covered sex ed). abortion was never on the table and while her parents insisted that she keep the baby and raise it as their own, buffy chose to give the child up for adoption after he was born

her relationship with her parents never recovered -- they wouldn't speak to buffy in spite of the fact she was still living under the same roof as them. beliving she had nothing left to lose, buffy left town with a boy and made her way west with him as soon as she turned eighteen.

they made it as far as vegas before he hit her for the first time. after a brief time there, while the guy was out drinking, buffy stole the keys to his van and took off without him.

after settling near portland, living out of her van, buffy met a kind window named thelma who took her in and helped her to get her GED. after that accomplishment, she went on to get her vocational degree from beauty school -- making her way to fairford soon after, currently living in her van at the park in mountainside while she's building up her client books in town.

personality

+optimistic, thoughtful, loyal

-avoidant, dramatic, nosy

fun facts

didn't know about the vampire slayer until about three years ago

is at the drive in about every friday, no matter what movies are playing

karaoke song of choice is 'you belong with me' by taylor swift

has probably purchased every pink item of clothing from every thrift shop in a ten mile radius

favorite flower is peonies, favorite ice cream is peanut butter, favorite holiday is christmas, favorite movie is 'clueless'

current connects

TBA

wanted connections

clients! people who are currently letting buffy do their hair! she's a chatterbox when she's got someone in the chair, but she's a great listener too

fast friend! someone buffy met early on in town and who she's really hit it off with (buffy probably uses their shower #vanlife)

movie buddy! another movie fan that joins buffy on nights at the drive in (partner in snack smuggling)

protector! someone who has noticed buffy's nomadic lifestyle and helps keep an eye out for her

really, she's fairly chaotic so any wild connections could work one way or another so hmu on discord at bendela#8730

[rayless-reblogs]

Gailardia Galan Gardios

Ooooo, good one, thank you!

How I feel about this character:

LOVE him. He's not my favorite Abyss character, but then Abyss has a lot of characters I really like. I like that he's dashing but not conceited; affable but secretly kind of dark and vengeful; mature and easy going, but able to snap into pure emotional irrationality. He's the man who tried to give Luke a moral compass, but before the Tower of Rem we see him trying to get Luke to be selfish and think of himself first, and one of his skits has him saying he doesn't really believe in good and evil. He tries to find peaceful solutions, then when the peace talks finally come, he's the man putting a sword to Ingobert's throat. The contradictions are intriguing and (I think) believable, and they keep him from feeling too perfect or stereotypical.

All the people I ship romantically with this character:

Guy's one of those people I don't have a particular ship for, but I can see the logic and appeal for most ships. Faithful best friends turned lovers GuyLuke? I can see it. Chivalrous warm second attempt at love GuyNatalia? There's an appeal. Vengeance turns to passion turns to commitment GuyAsch? Makes sense. Two old(er) guys who like tech and argue a lot JadeGuy? Yep. Secretly lord and family retainer GuyTear? There's potential. Adorable fontech love GuyNoelle? Sounds great. VanGuy, PeonyGuy, GinjiGuy -- any of these feel possible to me, but none of them speak that much to me. (More of my thoughts on GuyNat over here.)

At the same time, I'm just as happy seeing Guy end up with no one. If people want to characterize him as ace, that sounds believable to me, and if people say he isn't ace but also isn't in any relationship, that also works for me.

My non-romantic OTP for this character:

Like I said, I can see the argument for a lot of ships, but for me, I see Luke and Guy as more of a sibling/parental thing. Seeing GuyLuke doesn't make me mad or anything, but it wouldn't be my first choice. Otherwise, I love their relationship, the dysfunction in its past, the way they fail each other a few times, but the absolute trust they still have for each other. Guy becoming utterly enraged and irrational over Luke's welfare in the latter stages of the game is really powerful.

My unpopular opinion for this character:

I'm not sure I have any? I guess it bothers me that his name is spelled Gailardia, but the flower is spelled Gaillardia.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon:

Some sense of what his plans were after leaving the Fabre household and reclaiming his old identity. We know he's not planning on being Peony's Forever Rappig Wrangler but... what exactly are his options?

My OTP:

Like I said, I don't have one! GuyFontech.

My crossover ship:

Just to limit this vast pool to other Tales characters... Judith from Vesperia popped into my head and that could be kind of fun. They're both pretty laid back, but potentially vengeful and dangerous. She'd tease him a lot though, they'd have to work on the gynophobia thing.

A headcanon fact:

After the game he gets a phoenix tattoo and grows a beard.

Thanks again!

[bunnymajo]

Posted these OC fun facts on discord, so I'm posting them here for preservation :3

Thistle:

Favorite Color: (of all time)Mauve Pink and (currently) Acid Lime Green

Favorite Flower: Cactus Blossoms but uses, uh, Thistles as a signature flower. He likes them because it reminds him of him and Surge together (it's pink, green & spikey)

What they would take on a deserted island: A laptop & a classic romance novel (he's a sucker for the classics & old hollywood, he wildly misinterprets them, but he loves them)

Idea/Inspiration for them: based on a bumblekast question/description about a Glitch ver. Amy, but I liked the idea of Surge just having a rabid fanboy (different from Kit) and gave him a more eccentric flair. Design wise I wanted him to look like a punk version of a normal schoolboy, and tried to make his personality more feminine & extroverted (since Surge leans more masculine & Surge & Kit are both more introverted). I also pulled inspiration from few obsessive characters like Kish from Tokyo Mew Mew & Lum from Urusei Yatsura

Quake:

Favorite Color: Coral Red, but any jewel tones she think are very pretty

Favorite Flower: Shepherd's Purse, she likes it for it's medicinal values and also thinks it's cute and simple

What they would take on a deserted island: She would think it'd be a great time for meditating so probably a sketch diary to keep track of her thoughts/draw anything neat she finds

Idea/Inspiration for them: I like powerful ladies, I'm also plus sized so any plus sized rep in my favorite media is welcomed, and noticed that Blaze doesn't have a powerhouse lady companion (aside from herself) so I just kinda took it as a challenge to see if I could make it work and I think I found the right balance.

Pop & Crackers:

Favorite Color: Navy Blue & Off-white, it reminds her of her favorite sports team

Favorite Flower: "Why would I care about lame things like flowers?" - Pop. Crackers likes Gardenias, they smell nice.

What they'd take to a deserted island: Stuff to play beach volleyball

Idea/Insp: Also based on a bumblekast question lol (glitch Cream), since Cream is sweet & supportive & brings out the best in people, I wanted Pop to just have a total bratty sibling vibe. I like baseball and thought a team sport angle would be a great way to incorporate a chao teammate. Since she's also an opponent for Kit, I thought it'd be interesting if she shared personality traits with Surge. Like it's cool when Surge acts like a braggart, but anyone else I think he'd find much more annoying & be able to show no mercy to

Mimi Mint:

Favorite Color: Mint Green XD but any shade of green she likes

Favorite Flower: Any fruit tree blossoms (Apple, Cherry, Peach, Lemon etc.) she's a farmer girl, she loves any kind of spring flower, it's a sign of good things.

What they'd take to an island: a boat to leave. she would not have a good time after the first afternoon

Idea/Insp: she's based on my Forces oc so she's basically an idealized me :'D but I like characters that are just normal people doing their best

Opal

Favorite Color: Hot Pink, the brighter and gaudier the better

Favorite Flower: Pink Peonies, anything big and explosive looking like Dahlia or huge Roses she likes too

What they'd take to a deserted island: "Oh how fabulous, is there a resort there? A spa?....not even a hotel? ...oh. you mean deserted deserted, how quaint. No thank you, I'll pass" - Opal. (She would have some giant trendy sunglasses on her though)

Idea/Insp: If I don't make a magical girl fit somewhere in my favorite media I'll die

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

hi frank! what are some of the flowers you like?

I don't tend to keep a particularly huge collection (there are some plants I think about acquiring and adding to the collection often enough that it doesn't feel like cheating to just have one) but some favorites:

I like some ornamental gingers, but in particular I like one kind of ornamental ginger called "sunset" because I am very fond of it and also it just looks nice to me

I like hibiscus flowers (and the flowers look good) but there are more varieties and I like a lot of the hybrids more

The white flowers on Carpinus (the "baby's breath") are a personal favorite because I like how they look

Chrysanthemums are fun

I like the look of hellebores, but they're not necessarily in bloom in my area

There are also a couple varieties of peonies that aren't as bright/showy as the more "classic" types, and which I like more

Some varieties of camellia

Most flowers in the genus Rhododendron

For some reason, I like the "sage green" color of the "garden sage" (A. umbellatum) flower. The Wikipedia picture doesn't do it justice -- it is a more saturated version of the color, which I appreciate

I don't have a deep personal attachment to any specific flower, but the salvias (also called "sage" or "common sage" in the US) are good-looking and make pretty good cut flowers

I should note that I'm talking about "flowers" here in a fairly idiosyncratic way. I am not really interested in flowers that are just plants (a very wide variety of plants). My interest extends to all sorts of "floral" things -- plants whose stems are covered with flowers -- even plants without flowers, which have small bits of flowers on leaves or stems or stalks. And of course this is a non-exhaustive list because I'm not very knowledgeable about flowers in general.

My interest does, however, have its limits. I would rather not discuss how the flower might smell, since I know next to nothing about flowers or flowers and their smells. Some flowers are not sufficiently "flowery" and not especially interesting to me, and the idea of discussing their "flavor" would probably seem weird and off-putting. And some plants that are not technically flowers have a strong flowery "taste," e.g. hibiscus (especially the "red sun" ones), which is part of why I like hibiscus -- I like flowers in general, but they can be overwhelming when they are very present. This is a reason for limiting the set of "flowers" to the ones I like.

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Some of the things I do like about roses:

Colorful/vivid color combinations

Strong primary scent

Strong general scent (I like to smell the flowers before I buy a plant for this reason)

Scent is stronger in the bud, but the fragrance doesn't last too long once I've cut them.

Pleasant-smelling plants in general, often but not always scented

Not bad for cutting flowers for bouquets -- I like my flowers to be quite clean without being bleached out (I also dislike them being bleached out)

I'm not sure what else to say about roses? They're pleasant to look at and smell and they have flowers that look nice and sometimes when they're in full bloom they look particularly nice and when they are blooming I go around smelling them.

Some of the things I like about azaleas:

They're often in full bloom while in the store

They have a strong (often primary) scent

They have a pleasant smell when they are in bloom

Flowers can be a bit hard to grow

I love them in winter, too, with all their pinkish white "hair" and their snow-covered leaves

I like the texture of their blooms and the petals. This is a really nice texture. (When they are wet, these feel almost like fabric and this is a very nice sensation.)

I like the fact that they have flowers and I like the flowers I like about them, and that's the end of it. They are not very "special" in that they have something I don't want to have, they are not the sort of flower I want to think about when I'm at the store or just looking at pictures. I just think they look nice.

Some of the things I like about hollyhocks:

Nice smell

Good-looking flowers (also, they have flowers that are a little bit redder than usual, but they are otherwise very conventional-looking and I like this)

Nice texture

Often in bloom at the store