#Blooming Jasmine
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"Under the golden embrace of the morning sun, a garden comes to life. Dewdrops glitter on the delicate petals of roses, while the air carries the fresh, earthy scent of blooming jasmine. This sanctuary, a tapestry of greens and floral hues, is more than just a space—it's a labor of love. Each plant, carefully chosen and tenderly nurtured, tells a story of dedication and passion. The garden, in its serene beauty, becomes a haven for both the gardener and the myriad of butterflies and bees that dance among the flowers. #GardenLove captures not just the visual splendor of this green oasis but the heart and soul poured into every leaf, bloom, and blade of grass."
#Morning Garden#Dewdrops on Roses#Blooming Jasmine#Floral Tapestry#Green Sanctuary#Garden Love#Butterfly Haven#Bee Friendly Garden#Labor of Love Garden#Serene Beauty
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"do you have to go?" wriothesley wears a soft pout, burrowing his head into your shoulder.
"i won't be that long. i'll be back as soon as i can, i promise." you rest your head against his. it wasn't often you saw him get so clingy– a needy wriothesley was a rare one, one that you only saw when he was either sick or pushed to the point of exhaustion.
"you better keep that promise." his voice is muffled against your shirt. "or else you owe me a fresh batch of those choux puffs."
you let a soft giggle slip past your lips, running your hand through his hair. he almost instinctively melts into your touch – warm, soft, home. you. your husband lets out a quiet hum at the affection; this wriothesley was rare, but you most definitely liked this side of him.
"so you're going to let me go, then?" you press a sweet kiss to his forehead.
he grumbles and shakes his head.
"no. i'll make the choux puffs myself."
"come on. i'll only be a little bit. please?"
"it's going to take too long. i can't spend so much time away from you, how could you do this to me?" wriothesley whines. a soft sigh escapes you as your rub your hand against his cheek.
"i'm only going to collect the mail! "
#wriothesley x reader#genshin x reader#wriothesley x gn reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x gn reader#wriothesley fluff#wriothesley drabble#wriothesley drabbles#genshin fluff#genshin drabbles#genshin x reader sfw#wriothesley x y/n#wriothesley x you#.☘︎ ݁˖ jasmine blooms#nereids' realm
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winter or spring, it don’t matter to me
as long as you’re here
i can keep you warm til spring comes
#my art#fanart#fe3h#fire emblem three houses#hilda valentine goneril#marianne von edmund#marihilda#jasmine marigold winter sol YEAH#whichever blooms first i might call you by that#whatever you like!! daffodil or tulips!!! cuz i really dont mind!!#if that makes you happy!!!! then ill bE!!!! HAPPY TOOOOO!!!!!!!!#🌸🥰🥹🌸🥰🥹🥰🌸🥹🌸🌸🌸🥰
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Ranged DPS (+Dragoon) teas 🏹🫖
Dragoon gets to be part of the ranged DPS family because as a Dragoon, YOU are the projectile.
#final fantasy xiv#final fantasy 14#ffxiv#ff14#tea label#ffxiv fanart#dancer#bard#rose tea#jasmine tea#machinist#dragoon#oolong#nidhogg#blooming tea
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“Where flowers bloom, so does hope.” -Lady Bird Johnson
Sebastian, FL - Sept 24
#nature#flora#tropical#ixora#west indian jasmine#calliandra#powderpuff tree#growth#bloom#flowers#shrubs#plants#florida#original photography
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OF ALL THE IMAGES TO SAVE???
#Pikmin bloom#library of ruina#Jasmine’s tea#makes me imagine he sent it as a direct message via Pikmin. smh
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Blue
#yuuki yuuna is a hero#aiko senoo#ojamajo doremi#princess jasmine#cinderella#disney#yachiyo nanami#magia record#gawr gura#sangonomiya kokomi#ganyu#genshin impact#hatsune miku#vocaloid#ika musume#squid girl#winx bloom#winx club#kiana kaslana#honkai impact#hirogaru sky precure#cure sky#sora harewataru#rwby#weiss schnee#Tougou mimori
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Bath and Body Works Night Blooming Jasmine and Warm Vanilla Sugar Holiday Shimmer
1999-2001
Night Blooming Jasmine found on Pinterest, user Courtney Martin
Warm Vanilla Sugar found on Ebay, user sublime6787
#vintage bath and body works#bath and body works night blooming jasmine#bath and body work warm vanilla sugar#y2k bath and body works#y2k holiday bath and body works#warm vanilla sugar#night blooming jasmine#y2k christmas#y2k holiday#y2k nostalgia#y2k fragrances#y2k vanilla#vintage bath and body works vanilla#bath and body works jasmine#bath and body works vanilla#vintage bath and body works holiday#vintage bath and body works christmas#bath and body works holiday shimmer#y2k shimmer#vanilla#jasmine#y2k memories#1990s bath and body works#1990s warm vanilla sugar#1990s holiday#1990s christmas#1990s vanilla#1990s jasmine
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Cartoon Girls + Unwanted Attention
#Aladdin#Beauty and the Beast#The Little Mermaid#Hercules#Pocahontas 2 Journey to a New World#Thumbelina#The Scarecrow#Balto#Winx Club#Scooby Doo Music of the Vampire#Teen Titans#Moments#Starfire#Jasmine#Belle#Bloom#Megara#Ariel#Jenna#Daphne Blake#Pocahontas
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I’m a little haunted that I never named my gay witches. All the tips I got on that comic were labeled in reference to their daughter, Ava, who was the only one I bothered to name (this is a lie, my betrothed named her). At this point it feels too late because their ship has sailed already with them being nameless. The canon is established.
To this conundrum my betrothed suggested I could simply call them how they’re designated in the comic. The witch that grows rampion, and the witch that grows potatoes.
Only how they said it was, “Just call them Ramps and Tates!”
#ramblies#funny#two witches and a baby#I tend to go to them for all my naming needs#I picked Sabine but asked them to weigh in for Jasmine#after I said I didn’t want a stereotype like Luna they looked up night blooming flowers and suggested jasmine
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another for my finals, night photography: the night blooming jasmine outside my house, taken at around midnight during the Sakura Pink Moon 🌸 ✧₊⁺⋆☽︎⋆.˚₊✩:・゚✧:・.˚。・゚✧:・.・゚⋆.˚₊✩・.˚。
(reblogs ok but please don't repost)
#art#artists on tumblr#photography#mentalmenagerieart#flowers#flower photography#nature#nature photography#night#full moon#night photography#romantic goth#goth#gothic#sakura moon#pink moon#night blooming jasmine#jasmine#botanicals#spring#midnight#botanical#my photography#night aesthetic#nature aesthetic#dark academia#dark aesthetic#dark#darkness#had to fix this bc I listed the wrong full moon here
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More Elain Week fun.
This one is especially special to me because it's a redraw of an older drawing. I'm proud of how much I've improved.
💜💗💜💗💜
@elainarcheronweek
#elainarcheronweek2023#elainarcheronweek#elain archeron#starswhogaze#mine#redraw#night court#night blooming jasmine
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𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻𝓼, 𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓮 .𖥔 ݁ ˖
❤︎ alhaitham x reader 2.5k words five acts of love, where alhaitham loves you more with each. reupload + edited from my previous blog. thank u coco for reminding me :"
ask around the bustling hub of sumeru city, and the native dreamers would often describe being loved as something mesmerising and captivating. it is much like a kaleidoscope, twisting and turning enchantingly in hopes that the beads would fall perfectly in place, but it never always truly does; endearing and a lesson for the lovers all the same. the messy beads twirl and turn but there is just some reason why they can’t get enough of it.
the thinkers talk about love like an anchor dragging you further and deeper down into the depths of adoration and affection and infatuation; to them, there are often few clear differentiations between sinking into love and drowning in it.
but for alhaitham, however – love is natural, like the cycle of growth of the dainty flowers and wild grass beneath his feet. a swanlike, enchanting piece of music that flows from your violin’s bow – with the right person, it is as natural as breathing.
but for alhaitham, however – love is also... unnatural, given his lack of experience. he has adoring fans, he has scholars singing his praises and piles of handwritten letters from secret admirers commending his mind and aesthete – but he has never loved before, not until you.
the first act of love. listening, when nobody else will try to.
alhaitham is a wonderful listener. if you ask him, he’d say that he prefers listening, even – he is content to hear all that you have to say, however nonsensical or ridiculous you sound to others. the scribe’s work is simple, so he never truly minds – to sit quietly with a small smile on his face while you talk his ear off about anything and everything – that is what love is, you are sure.
“hey, i’m sorry.. this is just too much right now.” you know they use this as a replacement for you.
“could you tell me another time?” another time will never come.
“just keep quiet, archons! do you ever shut up?” no, i’m sorry. i probably should.
alhaitham watches from his office as your heart breaks with every unwilling individual, each choosing to walk away while you tore your heart out, still bleeding from your ribcage while laying the offering bare at their feet. how could a human being be so cruel? there is much music, excellent voice, in this little organ – yet you believe you cannot make it speak because they do not choose to listen.
“...i believe you hadn’t quite finished your story from the last time we met.” he speaks plainly, eyes glistening – with pity or with eagerness is something you don’t wish to distinguish. let it be the same, lest the heartbreaking realisation that he is just like the others.
“you remember?” you ask cautiously. please do, i can’t bear to beg anyone anymore.
“i do. that day about your old neighbour’s dog escaping into your garden. you’re welcome to continue, if you’d like.”
he watches your eyes light up as you trip and stumble over your words, quietly surprised and eager to please. there is a soft feeling in his chest – a warm, weighing feeling nestled in his ribcage.
the second act of love. remembering, when it feels like no one else does.
it is no secret that alhaitham’s mind is incredible. highly intelligent, closely observant, adept at noticing discrepancies – any researcher would fight to have him take a spot on their team. he is good at remembering, you think to yourself – alhaitham remembers everything – the things you’d grovel at someone’s feet, to remember the slightest thing about you, for, and everything you wished the world forgot. him remembering everything is incredible – whether that be a good thing, or not; is another.
“when’s your birthday again?” your co-worker taps his fingers against his chin, looking through the sheet of office birthdays.
“it’s–”
“december 26th.” alhaitham walks past, not looking up from his notebook.
you and your co-worker stare in silence. he...
“yeah, december 26th...” you catch a glimpse of the silver-haired scribe around the corner. he remembered. even if it was just an offhand comment about how funny you found your birthday to be right after christmas. he remembered.
“huh.” your co-worker shrugs it off, noting it down on the list as if nothing happened.
something happened. you feel something warm blossoming in your chest – warm, comforting, lovely all the same. a tender, sweet feeling like the heavy blanket on a rainy day that attempts to capture your heart in your throat and keep it captive forever; there is so much you want to say to alhaitham. it’s nice that he remembers – out of all your friends ( was he a friend? ), who could confidently say the date without thinking twice?
“i believe those are nuts. if i recall correctly, aren’t you allergic?” the next time you see a glimpse of his silver hair, alhaitham peers into your bowl of noodles. nuts – how comical it is to think that such a small, minuscule digit could potentially cut off breathing for you.
“i thought i told them ... perhaps i didn’t.” you mumble, hurriedly spitting out half-chewed food into your tissue. you stare tiredly into your bowl – surely you remember letting the waiter know that you had an allergy.
“you did.”
before you could even turn your head to reply to his reassurance, alhaitham flags down the same, tired waiter. he trudges to your table, serving tray tucked between his arm and body.
“can i be of service?”
“excuse me, i believe we mentioned earlier that they couldn’t have nuts.” alhaitham stares at him in the eye, glancing briefly at your bowl with spat-out nuts beside it. the waiter grabs it, letting out a soft sigh of frustration.
“you are a service professional, are you not?” alhaitham interrupts the languid movement; yet he does not break the stare.
“sir, i am just a wa–”
“my apologies. are you are a paid member of this establishment?”
“i am.” the waiter nods in quiet submission. it is better to shut up than to argue with a man who loves.
“you understand the laws regarding a customer’s health and safety, do you not? even if it’s tiresome, if they had gone into an anaphylactic shock here in your cafe, i believe it would have been a matter of time before an investigation is launched and a lawsuit is filed.”
you hear alhaitham soften at the word they. they. you. you are important enough to him that he’d quietly, but fiercely rip into the waiter over your allergy. (alhaitham wishes you felt important enough to care about your health instead of apologising for not speaking loud enough.)
the waiter steels himself and takes your bowl back to the kitchen without another word.
“thank you,” you turn to alhaitham. “that meant a lot.”
you show him a soft smile, and alhaitham feels a wave of silent thankfulness wash over himself – that you sit before him, wearing a bright and sweet smile and not a pained grimace from struggling to breathe, on your features. he feels the same warmth in his chest once again.
“you don’t need to thank me.”
alhaitham remembers, even when it feels like no one else does.
the third act of love. holding, when your skin feels achingly colder.
alhaitham does not strike people as a touchy person; his love language is not physical touch. touch scares him a little, even. the thought that a simple loving gesture could be twisted and morphed into a threatening hold scares even the most intelligent and strong of men – but he is human, and that is enough for him to appreciate lingering touches on his back as and when he needs and wants to.
he sees you – fingers twitching and rubbing against each other, clumsily tapping against your palms then scrunching inwards – you need touch. you need to be held. it was as simple and as crucial as breathing. your fingers press in inwards of itself, and he watches the colour recede and return once again as you loosen your grip.
“come here,” alhaitham gestures, wrapping your hand around his. there’s something comforting about how your hand is smaller than his; it’s not that much smaller, but it’s smaller all the same. if you curled yourself up even more, perhaps you’d be able to fit into the palm of his hands.
“don’t do that. you’ll hurt yourself.”
“do what?” you look at him quizzically.
“i wasn’t sure if you were unaware, but you tend to self-soothe and search for touch.” he sighs quietly, absent-mindedly stroking your purlicue as he turned back to his book.
“although i believe you search for it too much. press too hard, and you’ll start to feel numb.”
“ah.” you stare at your hands – the left, which he holds, and the right, resting on the cool table.
“thank you.”
“i said before, there is no need to thank me. if it is a simple matter regarding your well-being, i would do–” he stops himself. anything, is left hanging in silence.
“i would be happy to resolve that matter.”
even holding you? would he dare hold something so shamefully broken?
“thank you...” you close your eyes. he hesitates; just once.
“you don’t sound pleased, nor satisfied. was it something i said?” you hear his voice soften.
no, it’s not you. you shake your head quietly, resting your head against your right palm on the table.
“it’s alright. you do not have to talk if you don’t wish to.” alhaitham replies. you feel him smoothing your hair back – a touch so soft and tender, you can hardly believe it to be for yourself. it was intoxicating; his touch lacked lust, full in love– you have never been loved (loved?) like this before.
you feel slightly warmer now.
the fourth act of love. comforting, when there seems to be no one in your corner.
“i just wanted them to be different. just this once. is that too much to even ask?”
alhaitham holds you tightly as you sob and lament; he holds tighter than he ever has before, and he mourns. he mourns for the walls you had slowly built up over time dawn with the realisation that it had been justified all along; alhaitham knows how hard you have begged for them to be unneeded.
“i know.”
you hiccup, ducking beneath his arm tiredly – and he holds you gently. he holds you, arm resting on the crook of your neck as you rest against a pillow on his side – he holds you like he has done it all his life. fitting yourself – not small but not big – into his frame, alhaitham thinks, may very well be the most natural thing the world has brought him.
“they had no right to treat you like that. i’m sorry.”
“it’s not your fault.” you sniffle.
archon, it hurt. you were going to get hurt in every lifetime, you know that– no, you deserved it. that has been etched into your mind since day one of starting your work. that was just who you were. the poor, miserable corner-sitter who had nothing else to do but correct their own mistakes. no initiative, no ounce of thought. why had the akademiya even hired you if its own people despised you?
“you don’t deserve to be hurt over and over, you know.”
how did he know?
“you said that aloud.”
you mumble a soft sorry, and he replies, shaking his head.
“it isn’t your fault,” alhaitham echoes your previous sentiment, almost teasingly.
“i believe you’re smart enough to figure that out.”
before you look up at his tousled hair to reply, you feel a soft kiss pressed to your forehead.
a kiss.
his kiss.
“if you find them still bothering you, come and talk to me. the scribe’s position is – it may not be much – but i know with my place within the akademiya, they will listen. i promise you this,” he holds your warm hands in his broader ones.
“if they do not stop, i will leave. i have no regard for a company that will not protect its own workers.”
he wants to say a company that will not protect you, but thinks otherwise. perhaps it is too much right now after his impulsive kiss – that is the one thing that alhaitham mulls over. he has never been impulsive before; always thinking through and filtering and being rational and all the things that makes alhaitham, alhaitham. being impulsive is not a trait others describe him by.
so why, you–?
the fifth act of love. loving you, even when you believe people cannot.
–because he loves you, and alhaitham cannot, for the life of him and even with all the overbearing advice from kaveh and more bearable guidance from nahida – he cannot put it into words. for the first time in his life, alhaitham stumbles over himself, words tumbling out like love letters hastily shoved into a sack with a cut into it.
“what is so special about me? you’re always here, alhaitham, yet you never grow sick of me.” he finds himself caught off guard when you ask suddenly, caught in today’s throes of anxiety. your words hang cautiously on your tongue like a snake waiting for the moment a displeased reaction appears – whether you hiss or hide, is something alhaitham feels a modicum of curiosity about, pulsing, and pulsing, until he tries.
“you-”
there are too many things that he can think of, he feels. nahida, give me strength.
“you are- you are kind. and generous. you have a heart for people even when they do not have one for you.” he starts, slowly.
“you listen intently, and you enable people to open and talk. they talk because you listen and you support them with all your soul and it is so evident that you love.”
you want to cry.
“i admit i am not good with words, but you deserve every vow i utter tonight. you love so loudly, and you feel no shame for it – you have inspired me, and i dare confess that there have been many times i have desired to pull back, out of worry that i have felt the distinct possibility that i was about to fall in love with you.”
oh. you blink as if that hasn’t been obvious enough.
alhaitham is deeply and madly in love with you.
“i love you, not only because you are special, but also because i believe you deserve every ounce of love i can retrieve from myself. i know it has been made clear to you that others do not feel the same way, and it hurts to believe that some of it has come from those i know – i promise to be different–”
“you already are, alhaitham.” you feel yourself choke up. love is entangling itself around your trachea and holding you hostage, never letting go.
“you have never treated me with the same contempt. i love you, i know you return my feelings and for that i am thankful. i’m sorry that i’m not an easy person to love, please...” you trail off, feeling his body collide into yours. alhaitham holds you. he holds you, hand on your back and the other cradling your head against his shoulder.
“i want to love you,” he whispers into your hair.
“please let me.”
ask alhaitham, however? you see a soft smile adorns his features as he mulls over the question of what love is to him. love, forever yours, evermore.
#.☘︎ ݁˖ jasmine blooms#alhaitham x reader#alhaitham x gn reader#alhaitham x you#alhaitham x y/n#genshin x reader#genshin x gn reader#genshin impact x reader#genshin impact x gn reader#divider from plutism#nereids' realm#alhaitham fluff#genshin fluff
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Oh I don't know what it is,
But there's something buried way down deep inside me,
And it feels like magic.
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The team is complete! Now featuring Blair, Jasmine, Mindy, and a revamped Alexis!
Blair - Fairy of Love
Jasmine - Fairy of the Raging Wind
Mindy - Fairy of the Shimmering Stars
Alexis - Fairy of Frost
I wasn't originally going to do any of the other girls, I didn't think I had it in me, but I wanted to do more of this art so bad and I felt bad leaving Alexis at Alfea by herself so here we are!
I even decided to not just draw Alexis with them but also revamp her Enchantix at the last minute because the other girls were totally outdoing her, especially in the wings department and we can't have that! I mean all I really did was reshape her wings and add a tiara but still lolol 🤭💕
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#I worked so incredibly hard on these I hope y'all like them!#I left some little nods to bloom in blair's charmix and enchantix designs since they had the same va back in the day :)#I dunno why I didn't think to do that for mindy with musa but it's fine lol#charmix was actually the hardest for my brain so jas and blair's like little bags kinda suck but that's fine#I don't like most of the actual charmix bags anyway lol#blair also was so problematic for me I had such a hard time with her for like no reason lolol#I literally gave up with red and made her enchantix pink because it's easier for me to work with lolololol#I think the pink looks better next to the other girls than red would have anyway.#if you'll excuse me I'm gonna go take a nap after spending 2 12+ hour days in a row doing line work and coloring aksksksk#yugioh#ygo#yugioh gx#ygo gx#alexis rhodes#yugioh gx jasmine#yugioh gx mindy#blair flannigan#asuka tenjoin#rei saotome#junko makurada#momoe hamaguchi#winx club#magic winx#winx#charmix#enchantix#abby attempts to draw#my art <3#4kids winx club
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I love that song....
extras:
#Cheesy Art 🧀#lily eliott#jasmine jewel#Blooming of Misfortune 🚬💌#Crystalized Flower 🐰🩰#mesmerizer#vocaloid#ocs#fanocs#chinchikurin#chinchikurin oc#fancharacter#self insert#f/o#fictional other#yume#yumeship#yumejoshi#yume ship#fan oc#oc x canon#boron makuroshi#boron#Hanabishi#hanabishi kuruwaya
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Happy first day of spring!🥰🌱
fox_and_blueberry
#winter jasmine#spring flowers#spring bloom#yellow flowers#spring fairy#spring art#flower fairy#cicley mary barker#cozy spring#cozy atmosphere#country living#country life#cozy cottage life#country aesthetic#spring aesthetic
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