#Lotus Petal

[haaaaaaaaaaaave-you-met-ted]

Lotus Petal by April Lee

[hikorzik]

AAAAAAAAAAAA

*inhales*

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

THEY ARE REPRINTING LOTUS PETAL

AT LAST

I HOPE THE PRICE GOES INTO THE GROUNDDDDD

PAUPER FOREVER

[lake-lunvik]

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

mooncakes for mid autumn festival (happy zhongqiu

[exphhoria]

Thinking about sleepy Scara who climbs into your lap while you’re working at your desk. You’d move aside the piles of paperwork in favor of holding him, rubbing soothing circles on his back. He’d wrap his arms around you like a baby and nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck. His voice is quiet as he mumbles, “Missed you.” Stroking his soft, raven black hair, you’d laugh and whisper “Missed you too,” complete with a kiss to his cheek.

[lovefortayley]

"The album was really meant to open up,” Williams said. “It was meant to blossom.”

Happy fourth anniversary to Petals For Armor. 🌺🌸💐 I've waited patiently to edit the album art, and today's the day! From the midst of the pandemic, it led me on a journey of learning about self-love and what it's like to uproot yourself from stagnant soil. Into a garden of the unknown where I would grow with these songs and have plenty to thank them for. I've cried, bled, and laughed and bloomed. I wouldn't be here without PFA, it became an important lesson to learn to love and be a part of my softer armor. Here's to many more years of growing. 🩷

[rodanhoax]

Jaune + Ruby: *Resting in the shade*

Nora: *Racing towards them* JAUNE! RUBY!

Jaune: Huh?

Ruby: So loud. It's way too hot for your craziness, Nora.

Nora: Ren's getting hit on!

JNR: *Running through the streets at top speed*

Jaune: Formation B!

NR: Roger!

Ren: *Talking to a girl*

NR: Renny!

Ruby: *Latches onto him* Who is that woman?! Have you forgotten the night you toasted to my eyes?! That night!?

Nora: *Also latches onto him* Was it all a lie when you said your time with me was the most enjoyable of all?!

Ren: ... What?

Jaune: Could you not touch him so casually, please... YOU HOMEWRECKERS?!

Ren: ?

Jaune: Renny has guitar practice with me now. Let's go home, Renny. Today, I'll have you master "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star~." *Wink*

Ren: *Turns to the girl* Please, don't mind them. Keep going straight ahead and you'll reach the station.

Random Girl: Thank you so much. *Bows before leaving*

JNR: Huh?

Ren: Alright, seriously, what was that? Could you guys not, please? You're embarrassing me.

[kirbyfigure]

hi!! i was just wondering how this blog worked, bc you seem to respond with moodboards and not what anon requested, so i was just wondering how it worked! /genq (sorry if this seemed rude it was not intended too ^^;)

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[lovingknight]

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[ghostleeeaf]

pikmin

pikmin

[lake-lunvik]

[atisundaridarshanparadise]

Ati Sundari Darshan Paradaiza Aλuna Branca Nobreza Ατι Σθνδαρι Δαρσχαη Παραδαιζα κορισοι ঌ Patreon.com/GodElohimArchangel

[qiaowanmian]

hey anyone ever think about how the first time fang duobing meets di feisheng AS di feisheng (not a-fei) is in a cloud of swirling pink petals? just me? okay

[lovehina019]

[rustandsky]

May the new year be kind.

[venture-through-the-mist]

Petals May Wilt (But We Can’t Let Them Wither)

The New War is over. The System is saved, for now. Yet, a new challenge arises, the issue of ‘the Lotus’. With her mind fragmented from Ballas’s abuse, can she begin to coexist with the other two voices that now begin to drown out her own?

Natah and Margulis have been awakened into a world that is distinctly unfamiliar. They are not who they once were—in more ways than one. But who is the third voice sharing their mind, and why is she so uncomfortably familiar—for one of them, at least?

Chapter 1: Burrowing Doubt, Blinding Rage

She was created to be a soldier, the savior of her kind. Yet, something led the Shepherd astray.

TW: None for this chapter.

The fic begins under the cut. Hope y’all enjoy it!

What is ‘childhood’? A period of weakness and ignorance? A fleeting shield, protecting those under its gaze from the horrors of reality? She never knew. She was destined to save her kind, to be trained from the moment she could coordinate her clawed, pointed limbs. Her kin sang on the day of her birth, as the manifold bled crimson tears of joy, as she was lifted away by the being who she would call ‘Father’. 

They sang, for they knew that now they could cull the pests that attempted to take their home. The Golden Lords, sitting pretty in their ill-fitting thrones, blissfully unaware that their glorious reign was coming to an end. Not even their ‘Continuity’ would save them, not when her people were to raze their society to the ground. Or, so went the tales told by her father, by her brother. 

She never doubted them. Not once. Not when she nursed her quickly-healing wounds from the Wolf’s training. Not when every waking moment—of which there were many—was spent learning to utilize her powers of deceit. She honed her craft, shifting her dull shell into formation after formation. Stormy gray became umber streaked with green, camouflaging her in the dark forests of Tau. Her light sang with pride the first time that she bested the Wolf, the first time that she perfected complex transformations. It was a sight to behold. He did not notice that there was one more clone than usual, not until she lunged forward, maw agape, energy collecting at her jaws as she screamed. Her training progressed quickly from then on. When she was not learning to be a soldier, she was lectured by her father, sometimes by her mother, on how to lead. The Farmer, the Carpenter, the Shepherd. All three imperative for the survival of her kind, her kin, her family.

No, she never doubted them.

Not even when traversing the Void left her with an emptiness within, one that she knew could never be filled again. Not even when her father made a deal with that treacherous Orokin, a deal where her involvement was crucial. Not even when she caught the way that the so-called Executor sneered in her direction, her face twisted into that form unfamiliar to her. 

She never doubted her father’s promises. Until them.

How weak were the Golden Lords that they had to utilize these children? Soft, scared things with no hearts for war. Not like her own, hers had been hardened from the moment her purpose was revealed to her. No, these things had no place on the battlefield. These Devils, as the Executor called them, were to be destroyed. It is what would be best for all, yes? Yet, as she smiled at them, saccharine words dripping from her tongue under the guise of that woman whose skin she wore, something changed within the Sentient Queen. That first crack began to splinter through her mind, her resolve, her dedication, weakening.

He saw that crack. He used it, twisted her doubt into something unfamiliar to her. She could hear the sharp rhythms of her family fade from her mind—What was he doing to her?—as the Executor forced her mimicry to a new height. She refused to let him, screeching and clawing and fighting against the invading forces in her mind—it was her mind, not his, HERS— but all was for naught. She failed. Yet, in those last moments, as her mind darkened, twisting into something that she no longer recognized, she felt only a blinding rage. Then, nothing.

The Shepherd turned on her flock.

Yet, all is not yet finished, it seems. Even the great Golden Lords are not omniscient.

Natah awakens once more, a screech on her tongue, one that is not realized. What is this disconnect? Why is her mind not her own? Her fury does not falter, only burning brighter with her newfound confusion. It soon finds its newest target.

‘EXPLAIN. NOW.’