#Flowers in bloom (IC)

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White Rose in Bloom Event

Okay, since @white-rose-week isn't hosting this year, to not take their week for next year, we'll do it on another week this year.

During the week of July 8th to July 15th, this blog will have some WhiteRose prompts up for creators, artists, and writers to make some WhiteRose content.

Day 1 : Hobby enthusiast girlfriend / supporting your Hobby enthusiast girlfriend

Day 1 : Western AU (Cowgirl and Land Baron)

Day 2 : Domestic Life

Day 2 : Mecha / Gundam AU

Day 3 : Beach

Day 3 : Business AU (Bakery/Banker/Cafe/Florist/Etc.)

Day 4 : Family Pictures

Day 4 : Dragon AU

Day 5 : Lazing in Bed Together

Day 5 : Fantasy AU

Day 6 : First Kiss

Day 6 : Demon Hunters AU

Day 7 : Halloween Costume Party

Day 7 : Royalty and Knights AU

Day 8 : Free day

Look forward to what ya'll have in store.

[gidle]

ignite the sun, just like the spring has won

for @eyelinerbf

[swagmagussupreme]

@whiterose-fans-blog White Rose in Bloom, Day 3: Business life.

cw for drugs (weed lol it was the first kinda off-kilter thing my brain conjured for a business one of them would own)

Word count: 1521

“Could I check your ID real quick?”

Weiss jumped. “S-sorry, I've just… never done this before,” she admitted, reaching meekly into her purse. She also hadn't seen silver-colored eyes before, and that fact coupled with her unfamiliarity reduced her to a state she was wholly unused to: idiocy. Producing her ID, she asked, “A-and the card?”

The clerk, a college girl (from the Beacon Academy sweater) with red-highlighted black hair and a sweet face, smiled politely. “Yes please. And just so you know, we can only accept cash. There's an ATM in the corner.”

Weiss handed the two plastic cards over, shaking her head. “No thanks, I have cash.”

The girl gave the cards a mostly cursorial inspection before handing them back to Weiss. “Weiss, huh? Pretty name. Foreign?”

Weiss took her cards and blinked. “Uh… yes. Sure.” Did this girl not recognize the surname?

“Oh sweet,” the girl commented, holding out her hand. “My name's Ruby, I can help you out with anything you need. You said this is your first time?”

Weiss floundered, her mouth parting wordlessly before she accepted the handshake. “Yes. Thank you. I… could use some help.”

Ruby gave her hand a firm squeeze, one big shake, then separated to splay her hands over the glass-front counters beneath her. “Well, we've got all kinds'a stuff for all kinds’a needs. Whatcha need?”

“Well… I need…. I need to relax,” Weiss said, shuffling on her feet. “One of my… less couth coworkers said I need to ‘get slonked until I go blind,’ which I… well, this is as far as I got with deciphering that,” in a murmur, she added, “Can't believe it's not a sex thing.”

The clerk snorted. “You must be some kind of cartographer if you managed to decrypt that much on your own with no experience.”

“You mean a crypt-ographer?"

She snorted again, longer, more fervent, giving way to a goofy chuckle that seemed to rumble out of her throat. “Oh shoot, I'm uh… look, this is kinda…” her face reddened, cheeks splotching. “I'm slonked blind here, okay? So I guess ya picked the right place.”

Weiss reeled, then leaned in to stare into Ruby’s eyes. She confirmed the girl’s statement. “But you work here.”

“Well yeah!” the clerk dismissed, waving her hand. “I own the place!”

The shock of a girl this young owning her own business was severe against Weiss, who feebly grasped at some kind of counterpoint. “But… but… your own supply…”

The clerk— owner, somehow— leaned over the counter with a grin, her bulky canvas jacket wafting out a scent of heavy herbs and something sweet. She crossed her arms beneath herself confidently. “How else would I know my stuff’s any good?”

Weiss wavered. Ruby’s eyes were silver, which accentuated the redness of her sclera, which in turn further accentuated her shining irises. It was a devastating feedback loop, like staring into the sun. “Uh…”

Ruby whirled back around with a swoosh of her jacket and the heft clomp of a boot. She dramatically shimmied along the glass counter, pointing to the products inside. “You said relax, right?” she asked, sending a smile up at Weiss that made her gulp at its sincerity. “Generally speaking, these’ll relax ya. Like, a lot. A lot, a lot.” Her face scrunched up pensively. “Uh, maybe too much. First-timer, right?”

“Yes?” 

Ruby nodded, beckoning Weiss to follow her a bit further down the counter-space. Weiss stared at the contents there, flowery and exposed and named weirdly, and felt like she was committing a crime just by seeing. She looked over her shoulder, which Ruby caught. “It's okay,” she promised, her voice rough at its lower register. “No one’s coming to arrest you, dude.”

“W-why isn't there anyone else here?” Weiss found herself asking, feeling pathetic at her own voice.

“It's, like…” Ruby checked the analog clock on the wall, then seemed to grow genuinely confused. “Uh… twelve! It's twelve-fifteen on a Tuesday. Everyone’s at work or school.”

Weiss eyed her suspiciously. “Did… did you just struggle to read a clock?”

“Anyway!” Ruby diverted, ducking behind the counter to gesture at the contents from the other side. The glass did nothing to hide her growing blush of embarrassment. “These are all hybrids, so you won't get tipped too much in either direction, but these—” she motioned to a group of spindly green-and-purple bunches sealed in tubes. Some had bright orange sprigs sticking out from the green, some looked… frosty, and some had both qualities. Ruby pointed to them in succession. “These are the chill ones. ‘My Friend Sappho’ is a relaxing strain, great if you wanna crash on the couch and watch something stupid while still being able to get back up. ‘Mouthfeel’ is super fun, very giggly, conks out the body so you can chill in your own brain-soup. ‘Smart-shoes’ is really move-y, like it feels good to move, kinda has the opposite effect as ‘Mouthfeel,’ so your thoughts all get tucked away and you can just be in your bod. And ‘Moving Day’ here—”

“These all seem… targeted,” Weiss said tentatively, half-cringing at herself.

Thankfully, Ruby didn't seem to take offense. Instead, she barked out a laugh, and said with undisguised smugness: “Well, yeah. You saw the sign. You saw the flag.” Ruby rose back up to the counter and leaned over it, smirking. “You did your research, Weiss."

The girl who thought she was either being threatened or openly flirted with, flushed red at the sound of her name coming out that way. She had done her research, enough to pick The Crescent Bud— which was a godawful name— over all the other places in her area because its sign had a subtitle, ‘World’s Gayest Dispensary’, which she took to for… reasons. She coughed. Her voice came out tightly. “Yes. I did do… that. Research. This place had good prices. And reviews.”

The smirk showed no sign of faltering from Ruby’s lips, but she pointed into the counter without any further interrogation. “Anyway, ‘Moving Day’ is wonderful,” Ruby drawled, with an affect that slightly terrified Weiss. “It's super pretty. I mean, just look at it.”

Weiss looked at the transparent canister of buds, purple-green and frosted, abundant with little bits of orange. In her peripheral vision, she noted that Ruby was very much not looking at them. 

“It goes down really smooth,” Ruby continued. “Very fruity tones. It takes a moment to kick in, but once you've chilled out and you're ready for it, it gets you."

Weiss gulped. “Ah. That sounds… nice.”

“It's really nice. Captivating, even.”

Weiss stared at the sealed tube, her skin feeling tight. She did not look at Ruby.

When Ruby spoke again, her voice was a lot quieter, but a lot closer. “I've got a sofa and a TV in the back room. Could close up for lunch; going into this kinda thing can really suck if ya do it alone. I'll even roll you a free sample, my treat.”

Weiss’ neck felt like wood as she turned to Ruby, stiff and creaking and entirely unsure, but those lambent eyes were soft, and her smirk had tamed into an inviting grin.

No. A million times, no. Weiss was a department head. She couldn't let herself get lured into some stoner's backroom just because Coco said she needed to chill! This was stupid. This was wrong. She was better than this. She didn't need drugs to have fun, to relax, she was a grown woman! Weiss opened her mouth for a hundred protestations, a million damnations, a trillion justifications that roiled up her throat and—

Ruby passed the little cigarette-thing directly into Weiss’ lips, which would've made Weiss detonate if she wasn't already high as shit. 

“Subtle,” Weiss snarked, feeling emboldened by the lightness in her head. “Really subtle.”

Ruby settled back on the couch, remnants of pungent smoke trickling past her lips. “Dude, it’s ‘Moving Day’. You think I was trying to be subtle?”

Weiss took a cautious drag— Ruby had freaked out after her first hit had apparently been huge— and shifted her legs, adjusting herself so her knees and her shoulders brushed against Ruby’she. She passed it back. “I'm glad you weren't.”

Ruby took it blindly and let it dangle between her lips, her eyes fixated on whatever streaming platform she had. “Uh… shitty vampire movie or stupid docuseries that's vaguely racist in a funny way?”

Weiss didn't really parse the question. Her eyes were zoned out on Ruby’s mouth, on the streaming dance of smoke rising from the cigarette. “One of those, sure.”

Ruby didn't notice her staring. Or she did. Weiss couldn't tell, nor did she care to, because she was slonked halfway to blindness and it felt glorious. Worries and anxieties, usually invasive, couldn't penetrate the fog of her mind. She felt loose, her body felt stupid, but her brain felt mostly normal. It was like her corporeal form was little more than a meat-jacuzzi for her brain. 

Weiss jolted when the TV awoke with sound, which graciously caused Ruby to look over, grin, and throw an arm over Weiss’ shoulders. 

Coco had been right.

[queen-helaenas-pet-spider]

“Fifteen years past, when they had ridden forth to win a throne, the Lord of Storm’s End had been clean-shaven, clear-eyed, and muscled like a maiden’s fantasy…In those days, the smell of leather and blood had clung to him like perfume."

"The boy claimed to be eighteen, older than Jon, but he was green as summer grass for all that. Satin, they called him, even in the wool and mail and boiled leather of the Night’s Watch; the name he’d gotten in the brothel where he’d been born and raised. He was pretty as a girl with his dark eyes, soft skin, and raven���s ringlets."

//

In order:

Orlando Bloom as Young Eddard "Ned" Stark

Jamie Flatters as Young Robert Baratheon

Conan Gray as Satin Flowers

Ferdia Walsh-Peelo as Jon Snow

{Not the best fancast for Young Robert in terms of physical appearance, I KNOW! But he was like 20 and clean-shaven during his Rebellion, and Jamie is 23, soooooo 😅😅💀💀}.

//

Lyrics are The Death Of Peace Of Mind by Bad Omens

[accultant]

❝ Ia . . . Why did Dandy just call me his mom ？❞

Iago glances up from braiding Thistle's hair, holding a ribbon in their teeth while they work.

“Prob-ly -cause-” They stop, hold up a finger, take the ribbon out to tie off the black, curly end of their daughter's hair and speak clearly, “Probably because you're his mom.” 

“And my aunt..?” Thistle says quietly, tilting her head up and backwards to look at Iago for confirmation with those big ole' eyes of hers. 

They tickle her nose with the end of her own braid instead of giving a surefire answer and start to usher her away while she giggles, “Shoo. Go play with your cousin. And tell him if he tugs out your ribbon again, Auntie Iago is going to put one in his hair next. The gaudiest color I can find.” 

When Thistle skips off, looking concerningly delighted by the prospect of threatening Dandy, Iago scoots over and tugs Puck down onto the couch next to them.

“Because you're his mom,” they say again, poking him in the side before asking a little more seriously, “Does it bother you?” 

[lanaswansblog]

all my pics

[graviconscientia]

I think they should make heads that do not get headaches, actually. I think we should ask our brightest minds to invent that. Now.

[lovekia]

[sakurarisen]

“ look at me. “

Send 'Look at me' to re-catch Sera's attention in tense moments!

The smell was unmistakable. The eerie quiet, the overbearing tension... The trip was supposed to be routine. Go out, look around the edge of the jungle, make sure things were quiet. Step out into the drier, desert-like terrain past its edge and make sure Shinra hadn't followed him - There was no risk to the village, nor to her family, nor to him. He could settle at the village's edge for as long as he needed and desired, and they'd have nothing to worry about past the villagers in Gongaga, and their reaction to the former SOLDIER living so close to them after the reactor's explosion.

It was supposed to be routine - Not stumble across a small, former battlefield at the jungle's edge. Not the bloodshed staining the grass and plant life, or the remains tucked away under oversized plants. Shinra, mercenaries, just a fight between rival factions from elsewhere in the world, Sera couldn't tell... And in that moment, she couldn't even have told her companion her own name if he'd asked. The sight was a horrifying one, prompting her to grab her bow and ready herself in case to cause of it all still lingered in the area. Gongaga needed protecting - Shayan needed protecting - and she was more than willing to fight for that safety... Just as much as her stomach was ready to empty itself at the sight, horror rushing through her and quickly squashing her ability to think.

The familiar sting of tears burned her eyes before her vision blurred, breathing slowly growing short, but heavier as air refused to find its way into her lungs. The smell was suffocating, the view terrifying, the air itself around the pair oppressive, honey colored eyes drifting from spot to spot, every logical, clear thought fleeing the blonde's head. She'd had no time to prepare and no reason to think such a thing could be in their path; it was a common thing in the world Shinra had been growing and trying to control for so many years, and yet it was still enough to put an absolute stop to Sera's everything and turn her stomach. No training could ready herself for the crimson stains marking the grass just feet from her boots-

"-era-"

She could feel her blood running cold, stomach sinking, then raising, threatening to-

"Look at me."

It wasn't the words to break through her muddled mental state, but the touch, fingers gripping her chin with a strong but surprisingly gentle grip and turning her head to the side, then up. A gasp left her lips only a second before her gaze landed on Sephiroth's face, the familiar handsome features clearly unbothered by the battlefield, but his eyes... There was concern in them, she realized, his expression almost... Soft, though she wasn't sure such a word could fit a soldier who had seen more than his fair share of fighting and bloodshed if she spoke it.

"Look. At. Me."

The repeated command was surprisingly soft, and a moment later, her bow slipped from her loosening grip, dropping to the ground by her feet. Forming, budding tears took his presence, comforting and familiar, as permission to break free and roll down her cheeks in a rush, and while embarrassment was quick to set in over her reaction, it was quickly pushed aside by the flood of thoughts and emotions finally broken free from the wall her anxiety and panic had pushed them behind.

He was a SOLDIER - Or had been, at least. This was a common sight for him, one she wasn't sure if it even bothered him anymore. He'd caused such scenes in the past, she was sure, and yet it was that same man she was staring at through a blurred gaze, lips parting to try and tell him she was okay, then pressing back together when nothing came out. All for the best, probably; she was far from 'okay', even marginally so, and if her stomach settled, that was the most she could ask for.

And in that moment, she couldn't find anything other than thankfulness among the panic and nausea for his touch. She'd later realize he'd used himself as a distraction, that he'd seen her breaking down before she'd even realized it, done what he could to snap her from her panic attack using the same tried and true method of touch to ground herself she often used on her own, and even wonder if he'd done it from seeing her do so so many times in the years they'd known each other. She'd later thank him and apologize, express how grateful she was he was there and how grounding he was just by being there-

But in that moment, she'd give his expression one final search before she stepped forward, wrapping her arms around him and hiding her face against his chest to sob.

[bcrnt-petcls]

❀

[whiterose-fans-blog]

I want to thank everyone who participated in

White Rose in Bloom.

This week was spectacular and uber amounts of fun.

Special thanks to @powertaco who suggested I do this event in place of @white-rose-week who took a break this year.

Special thanks to our participants @fillmargarin, @schneedotty, @softly-potter, @scham-wcan, @team-iceflower, @swagmagussupreme, @agentfinder, and many more. (Sorry if I forgot to mention.)

This was fun and Iook forward to next year.

[ein-schnee-sturm]

@frznkingdom continued from here

Weiss shook his head, eyes closed as he frowned, braid swaying with the motion. The expression tugged at the four scars that characterized the left side of his face; one self-inflicted, three from the ‘Test’ he had been set to prove he was worthy of attending Beacon… though, even to this day, Weiss had never told anyone the truth behind his so-called ‘disfigurement’. He was proud of the ones from the Arma Gigas, but his thoughts were getting away from him. “Don’t thank me for just doing what’s right.

“And in the face of everything Jacques has done, it’s literally the least I can do.” That Man’s cruelty weighed heavily on his previous Heir’s shoulders, whether directed at Weiss himself or innocents, and it would continue to lay heavily on the Hunter’s mind until he could make real and lasting change. Until he could restore even a fraction of the good that Opa had done. Exhaling through his nose, the Fox Faunus opened his eyes again, both sighted pale blue and sightless grey setting on Myrtle’s forehead. “I’ll walk with you.

“They know better than to cross me.”

[talesofourworlds]

"Remember to thank your healers."

"We decide if you bleed out or not."

[sheilababi]

a LOVE Language

[livingrief]

a flower can't bloom without light

The day had come to an end early. Finn wanted nothing more than to retire to his room and rest. Although once there, a familiar figure waited before his door. Lachesis. He waited and watched for a moment. Had she been eating? Had she slept? Well, he may as well announce his presence.

“Lachesis,” Finn started. The look on her face was expectant, yet somehow content. It was a much better look than last time. It occurred to him to ask what she wanted, but perhaps that was crude. She was his wife, after all.

“Let’s go inside.” The door opened to a rather meager and scarcely lived-in room, but it was not a space Lachesis had not seen before. Still, a lady deserved better. A small table sat by the window. Finn invited her to sit down and waited for her to speak. He could always choose cruel words, but he was tired of seeing her sad. Tired of being ruthless.

Lachesis sat down across from him, seeming to hold a package of some sort. “This is for you,” she said. “I wanted to repay you for the food and drink you gave me.”

Oh that. But why would she bother repaying me?

“Ah that,” Finn nodded curtly. “But you don’t need to give me anything in repayment.”

“Please, just take it.” Her eyes lowered as she handed him the gift.

Finn took it, as if waiting for the order to open it. When was the last time someone bought him something? And from Lachesis… His hand brushed across the surface of the gift wrap. 

But then Lachesis began speaking again, before he could gather his thoughts. “I admit it was strange to me that you did not kick me out of your room that one night, but it was even stranger when you brought me food. I always assumed you hated me, detested me to the core of your being.”

What? What is she saying?

“What an evil woman I am….What a tragedy it is that you had to wed me…” 

Finn could not hear anymore. He pulled one of Lachesis’ hands into his own, voice dripping with desperation. “Lachesis, you have it all wrong….How could I hate you? When did I say I hated you”

“It is not something you have to say with words!” 

It is then that Finn looked into her brown eyes and saw grief. Tears falling out and tears that he caused. So caught up in his own politics that he…

“But I did it for you…..” his voice nearly faltered.

“What?”

“Nothing good would come of being near a person like me,” Finn uttered. “You were better off like that, I thought.”

His thoughts stirred in all sorts of directions. Had he strayed? But Lachesis did not let go of his hand. Instead, her voice drew more softly. “Finn,” she mustered, “despite how you changed, I never stopped loving you. I never wanted to be apart,” the sorrow in her voice was undeniable.

Any sort of response escaped him. Finn was reminded of how often he pushed her away without a thought. It’s better this way. Don’t come near me. I might hurt you. You deserve better.  But she still loved him….

“Lachesis…” She was still the same woman that he loved, the same proud princess who captured his heart all those years ago. But so much had changed. Was he still allowed to love her? He looked back up to her face, the tears that ran down and stained such beauty.  Knowing he was the cause of such sorrow was unbearable. How could he do this to her?

Please, smile again.

Finn did the only thing he could think of - pulling Lachesis into a hug. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “I’m sorry, Lachesis, I’m sorry.”

It wouldn’t be good enough to mend what he had broken or to soothe her heart for now - he could still hear her cries - but he tried. The knight held her tightly for what felt like forever. 

But he hadn’t answered her question, had he? 

Maybe, with some more time….

Later, she would fall asleep in his room and it would be okay. Morning would come by Lachesis’ side and it was just a little brighter. 

[systimming]

Altaïr fictive board with falcon + dark red stims!

- Mod Primarina + Mod Alphys.

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