#Violia

[ravenaohridska]

Both violets and dahlias are flowers born deep in Zaun, reaching for the sun.

Picrew link:

[sea-owl]

So after the writers get their pay raise and contracts in writing about no AIs can one of them please bite the bullet and do a 12th Night adaption where Viola and Olivia decide to say fuck it, ditch the men, and live happily together in Olivia's estate.

I want to see Olivia have her oh. Oh! moment when she realizes why she likes Cesario so much.

[autistic-autumn]

Raine managed to become head of the bards coven simply by being viola player and therefore the only person there able to read the alto clef.

[j-s-archivist]

Hello Jon, I apologize if this is a bit prying, but did you, perchance, have a band at some point?

A band? Music-wise? No, never did BUT, I did play violia at some point. I think I still have it at my flat somewhere, actually?

[writeroutoftime]

a secret language

pairing: 1940s!bucky barnes x fem!reader

summary: flower shop au - when bucky stumbles across your little flower shop, you're enamored. too bad he keeps coming in to buy flowers for his mystery women (using the prompts "you aren't over her, are you?/not even close")

warnings: none, just tooth-rotting fluff :)

words: 2k

a/n: a very very late entry for @ghostofskywalker's writing challenge from last year lol. when I saw the prompts for this challenge this was the first thought that came to mind. but life and writer's block gets in the way. now I know it’s not actually going on anymore but I just wanted to get this out, better late than never right? plus, I'm so excited for my first flower shop au! please enjoy!!

oOoOo

Tucked away from the hustle and bustle of New York City was a cozy flower shop, hidden in plain sight on the streets of Brooklyn. Most New Yorkers buzzed past the faded, yellow building without a second glance, too caught up in their own mind to notice. Those who did take the time to venture in, however, found a beautiful secret garden in the heart of a concrete city. A warm and cozy oasis for those that crossed the threshold. Who would have thought your life would have changed so drastically with one fateful customer?

oOoOo

The bell above the door jingled merrily followed by the thud of hurried footsteps. "I'll be with you in just a moment." you shouted over your shoulder, placing the finishing touches on the bouquet in front of you.

Finally satisfied, you turned to face your newest customer and found your breath drawn from your body. The slight crack of electricity in the air didn’t escape your notice. Shiny blue eyes met your own and a lopsided smile graced your sight. In that moment, you were thankful for the counter between you to hide the slight shake of your knees. You quickly gathered your bearings and wiped your hands against your apron, offering a soft smile to the man in front of you.

“Hello. How may I help you today?”

“Hi, doll.” he spoke as his foot bounced nervously against the tiled floor. "I'm, uh, looking for some flowers for my Ma. You see it's her birthday today and I, uh, kinda -"

"Forgot?" you filled in, hiding your smile as best as you could. The man in front of you hung his head sheepishly at your words but nodded his head. "Well, you've come to the right place." you gestured to the bouquets of flowers around the shop. "What kind of flowers does your mother like?"

The man’s brows furrowed, and his mouth opened like he was going to say something, but simply grasped for straws instead. "The...pink ones?"

It was at that moment you couldn’t help but burst out laughing, despite your best efforts at professionalism. “What?” the man asked, flushing slightly, though he laughed along with you.

“I’m sorry, but the pink ones? I’ll take it you don’t know much about flowers, do you?” you asked.

“You caught me, doll.” he smirked. “Mind helpin’ a fella out?” he asked, flashing you another charming grin.

Holding up one finger, you turned your back once more and began to create a simple, yet beautiful bouquet. Buzzing around your shop you grabbed some orchids, a few peonies, tied together with a touch of baby’s breath. Gently wrapping the flowers in brown paper, you smiled proudly at your creation before turning back to the eagerly waiting man.

“Violia!” you presented, holding out the bouquet, waiting to see his reaction.

The man took the bouquet carefully from your hands and looked at you with a dazzling smile. “These are just wonderful. Much better than the “pink ones” I suggested.”

“You’ve got orchids for love, peonies for honor, and some baby’s breath to tie it all together.” you explained, pointing out each flower as you went.

“Well, I’ll be. I had no idea that flowers could have so much meaning, but I’m glad I had such a pretty teacher to introduce me.” he flirted. “How much for the bouquet?”

Though he seemed to be like a heartbreaker, there was something about his tone that seemed rather genuine, you named your price. “Discounted for a first-time costumer, in exchange for your name, of course.” you giggled.

Rather taken aback by your charm, the stranger answered. “James, but most people call me Bucky. And you are?”

“y/n.” you answered softly, silently repeating his name over and over in your head.  

Grinning like the Chesire Cat, Bucky took hold of his bouquet, offered you a wink, and headed out the door, throwing a “See ya, ‘round, y/n.” over his shoulder.

You decided you quite liked the way your name sounded on his lips.

The next day proved to be rather quiet, only the occasional customer every few hours. Broom in hand, you spent some time tidying up the shop when Bucky burst through your door, a grateful smile on his face. “Hey there, doll. Just wanted to say that my Ma loved the flowers, so thank you again for saving me.”

Bashfully, you looked at the floor then up at Bucky. “Well, it’s my job and my pleasure. Glad I could help bring your mother some joy on her special day.”

There was a small silence that followed as Bucky took in your shop and all the flowers that sprouted from every corner. He opened his mouth to speak, closed it, looked rather disappointed, and tried again. “So, uh, you mentioned all these flowers having meaning. What would you recommend getting a gal you’re trying to impress?” he asked, and your heart fell to the floor.

Of course, this handsome stranger would already have his eyes on someone. They were probably sweet and lovely and knew how to flirt with handsome men. As best you could, you swallowed the hurt and pushed forward. “Well, you could go with roses, but that’s a bit cliché and you may be coming on too strong. You could also go with sunflowers for loyalty.” you suggested.

“Then I’ll have one of your finest sunflowers.” Bucky decided, leaning against the counter with a smile as he watched you flitter about the shop preparing his order. “Thanks, doll.” he said when you handed him the flower.

As he turned to walk out the door, you watched Bucky pause for a moment as though he was thinking, but ultimately kept going. Leaving you only with the jingle of the bell and the ache of your heart.

oOoOo

This was a pattern that continued for the next few weeks. Every Thursday during lunch, you looked forward to seeing Bucky walk through your shop doors with that same cocky grin. The two of you settled into a routine that consisted of him greeting you sweetly before asking for yet another flower recommendation for Bucky’s mysterious girl.

Each week you couldn’t believe this girl had yet to accept Bucky’s advances. Was she blind or something? And you weren’t just talking about her looks. Over the weeks, you also got to know about Bucky bit by bit. You learned about his family and Steve. About his hopes, his dreams, and you knew deep down he truly was a wonderful person. And because of that, you wanted the best for him and continued to offer your suggestions.

You gave him daises for new beginnings.

Lilacs for youth.

Lilies for admiration.

Carnations for devotion.  

The only flower Bucky had yet to get for this girl was roses. He told you he was waiting until he knew she would return his affection.

Each and every time, you sighed wistfully as Bucky left with his flowers, wishing you could be the one of the receiving end. Sure, you spent your entire day around flowers, but there was something so much more powerful about being gifted them by someone who cared about you.

It wasn’t until a few weeks later that everything fell into place. Lunch on Thursday came and went without Bucky gracing your shop with his presence. You tried to mask your hurt by throwing yourself into work, but you still worried and hoped he was okay. Finally, as the day was coming to an end, you heard the jingle of bells.

“Sorry I’m late, doll.” Bucky’s voice called out. “I know you’re about to close, but I was hoping you could help me out.”

Knowing you couldn’t deny him, you nodded gently and waited for his request.

“I think I’m ready to finally get those red roses.” he explained, his confidence growing.

It was like the words pierced your heart. His mystery girl must finally be ready to accept Bucky’s affection – took her long enough. Wordlessly, you forced a smile and began to gather a few red roses to make a bouquet. As much as you wished you to keep your mouth shut, curiosity got the best of you.

“So, who’s the lucky girl you keep buying flowers for?” you finally asked, not sure if your heart could take the answer. In all the weeks Bucky had come to your shop, you avoided asking about this girl, but you just needed to know.

Bucky smiled bashfully, running a hand through his hair. “She’s something special. She’s incredibly beautiful and wickedly smart. She runs her own place and is always willing to go the extra mile to help people. But I don’t think she’ll go for a guy like me.” he explained, sighing rather dreamily.

“You really aren’t over her, are you?” you asked, heart aching at the thought of Bucky continually pining after this girl, and thinking you would never get your chance.

Bucky watched you for a moment, leaning against the counter. “Not even close.”

Ready for the exchange to be over with, you finished the bouquet and presented them to Bucky. “Here you are. On the house, since it seems like such a special day.” you declared.

Bucky took the flowers from your hands and looked at them with a smile before offering them back to you. Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion. “Is there something wrong with them, Bucky? You don’t think she’ll like them?”

“They’re perfect.” he reassured. “I’m just giving these flowers to the girl who stole my heart.” he told you with a wicked grin.

A few moments passed as you processed his words. The reality of what Bucky said hit you, but you forced yourself to stay calm. No, he couldn’t be implying what you thought he was. Carefully you cradled the flowers and looked into Bucky’s eyes. “W-what about your mystery girl? All those flowers you bought her?” you asked, lost for words.

“Well, uh, you see, doll. It’s been you, it’s always been you. From the second time I came into your shop I wanted to ask you out, but I was too scared. So, I bought a flower instead, and was still to scared to give it to you. I thought each week I would finally have the courage, but it’s taken me until now to tell you.” he confessed, cheeks and ears-tinged pink.

Your mind thought back to all the flowers Bucky had bought from you. There truly was no mystery girl? It had been you all along? Your heart swelled at the thought and a dazzling grin broke out on your face. “Oh, Bucky. You didn’t have to go through all that trouble and buy all those flowers you never got to give.”

“Actually,” he chuckled as he placed a leather-bound journal on the counter in front of you. “I did save them to give to you. All meanings intentional.”

Setting the roses aside, you moved to grab the journal and carefully flipped through the pages. You let out a small gasp as you saw that each page contained the flowers you had sold Bucky perfectly pressed and preserved. It was like a beautiful collage of a bouquet, telling you exactly how Bucky felt.

“I asked my Ma how to press them until I could man up and give them to you.” he explained when you remained silent.

“They’re perfect.” you whispered, tears briming in your eyes. “I have to say, I was getting rather jealous of this girl you were giving all those flowers to.” you admitted.

“Hey, don’t cry, shop girl.” Bucky comforted, brushing the tears away with the pad of his thumb. “You’re the only one for me.” he said before leaning over your bouquet journal and sweetly kissed you.

Your tiny shop swelled with love and warmth even more, and you knew this was only the first of kisses and bouquets with the lovely man before you.

[inevitably-johnlocked]

Hi there Steph! I’m violia. 

I was a diehard BBC Sherlock & Johnlock fan back in 2011-2012. I read fic voraciously and adored the show. Those months after series 2 aired were such a fun time to be in fandom and I remember it fondly! I eventually moved on from the fandom, (dropped back in briefly for series 3 & 4), but now for some reason, ten years later, I find myself being drawn back to it. I’m definitely feeling nostalgia for those first two series of the show, the excitement, creativity, fic and meta in fandom at the time, and just generally that entire early 2010s era. It was a different time. 

Naturally, back then, I didn’t bookmark any of my favourite fics, and I’ve forgotten nearly all of them now. But I was delighted to stumble across your blog in my search for fics! So I’ve come to ask for some recs, if you have them! There are two different types of fics I’m looking for: 

Fics that explore/feature depictions of London as a city. Descriptions of different parts of the city, Sherlock and John exploring the city (maybe in casefic), etc. I’m really interested in reading fics that are firmly and specifically situated in their settings. 

Fics that stand out as having particularly strong British/English characterisations, dialogue, mannerisms and cultural references. 

I’ve been using the search function on Tumblr to look for fics, which I will continue to do. But any help you could give would be greatly and gratefully appreciated. I hope you have a lovely day! 

(submitted by vi-olia)

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Hi Viola!!!

Ah, welcome back again to the fandom!! I’m happy you have found your way here and have taken joy from my blog!!

Ahhh, this is a good question re: fics... for the first one the only one that comes immediately to mind is this one:

Darkling, I Listen by You_Light_The_Sky (T, 73,254 w., 8 Ch. || Fairy Tale AU || Loosely Based on Beauty and the Beast, Magical Realism, Suicidal Themes, Romance, Creepiness, Adventure) – No one who enters old London ever comes out. They say that the beast devours them. When his sister disappears, John ventures into the dead zone beyond the wall, and finds a brilliant madman under a terrible curse... Part 1 of Darkling I Listen + Extras, Deleted Scenes

And some other AUs that the names are escaping me, sadly D: I recently just read one that focussed a lot on London as a city and I can’t remember what it was, OOF.

As for the second one... Ah..... every fic kind of is that for me primarily because I’m an ignorant Canadian 🙃 hahah. 

If anyone has something particular to suggest for either request please do!!

And thank you for your ask, Lovely!! Hope you’re enjoying your time here!! :D

[desceros]

ok so it's not a perfect fit, but i was listening to Happiest Year (Jaymes Young) and my brain started screaming 'SYMPHONY LEO' at me. if i may be more specific:

'Cause you gave me peace And I wasted it I'm here to admit That you were my medicine

violia-chan gave leo and his brothers peace and happiness, but then they gone and messed it up. some might say purposefully, in leo's case at least

that verse goes on to say "And I'm down on my knees again" which is leo outside of vi's door that fateful day in her appartment!!

Don't think I could forgive myself I'm sorry for the ways that I used you

suahfjevhgkfb (explains itself)

So wake me up when they build that time machine I want to go back

i really do like to think that leo would go back if he could. we know that he did start loving her (platonically ((or not blurple au ooo))) after that day in his room. imagine if he could get mikey to do that mystic portal shit again. or maybe not cause you know the mikey almost dying thing-

anyways yeah. can be taken a lot of ways but it just sounded good to me and now symphony is haunting me again so bye- :)))

ohhh..... drapes over my chaise yeah that sounds lovelyyyyy. leo really does love viola-chan, and knowing how much he hurt you is just. ahhhhh (<- me yellin)

thank you for sharing!! i always enjoy when y'all find cool stuff like this in the wild :D

[webslingingslasher]

what kinda instrument does trouble play? if she plays one i have always thought she was a drummer or into violen or violia

she bangs at the harmonica 😭

i’ve never actually thought about it before but i could imagine she took some piano lessons as a kid or got really into guitar during a summer when she was younger.

[nebula-starlight]

Masterlist of Active RP OCs

Everveil / The Abyss

[Formerly the homeworld of the race known as qualits, it’s now the shackles holding an eldritch manifestation prisoner by way of a life-giving tree.]

• Void

• The Obsidian

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Stormcrest

[Located deep in the sea, this is a grand underwater kingdom run by sea serpents.]

• Adaquis Brekal

• Casnar Neolark

• Somal Neolark

• Siren

• Laven “Lavena” Silskiva Rhallon

• Evoti

• Asier Rhallon

• Uzur

• Mori Neolark

• Calypso

-

Rhallis

[After a power struggle during one point in Stormcrest’s past, stragglers founded this watery refuge for any and all outcasts.]

• Wyvel Rhallon

• Matodi Rhallon

• Donaerius “Donis” Engasd

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Shadeblight

[A forced exile by a Stormcrestian king caused a group to come together and make an isolated colony all on their own.]

• Quam

• Aliz Noctus

-

Elvindal

[A small rural country town that seems unassuming to the normal passerby. It’s what’s hidden in plain sight that’s the most dangerous after all.]

• Rachael Altripa

• Elurin Lupis

• Eleanor Gertrude Burchwood

• Xiavo Khoi Pestrill

• Myleanixes “Milo” Vandure

• Yvona Sollis

• Kale Tigne

• Lila Tellster

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The Manor / Cavalier Cove

[The main RP setting I & several friends use our OCs for. I won’t list out their respective blogs out of fear I’d forget someone but nevertheless - This seaside town and surrounding forestland sits in a liminal space where anything can happen. Though the manor looks to be abandoned, that’s very much not the case as it’s home to a rather large found family and watched over by an unseen group of supernaturals known as The Founders.]

• Darlene “Scribe” Bailey

• Sonhi Silskiva Moreno

• Talno Ignis

• Vipro Ignis Forrester

• Absoleen Scribe Pyrehearth

• Elix Charles

• Osera Charles

• Mijeorie “Mije” Engasd

• Derek “Tren” Strader

• Rylan “Rilan” Pines Strader

• Fey Azure Beck Strader

• Violia Neolark

• “Violia”

• Celine “Jocyn” Pines Strader

• Nathan “Nate” Bailey

• Stirillia “Stein Haas” Ignis

• Luki

• Alixis Zepre

• Mirym

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Arboresia

[This territory belongs to @isa-ghost and @deaths-presence and interested individuals should go to their blogs to learn more.]

• Ivanaarius “Ivan” Rineson

• Yiller “Crow” Makito

• Dimistruus “Noc” Noctryxx Alcotto

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Undetermined Locations

[As of now these OCs do not have a place they’re settled down in or said place hasn’t been developed.]

• Siru

• Elory “Elo” Skylar

• Luna Noelle Silskiva-Skylar

• Mercédès “Mercy” Newt Dogwood

• Aenos

• Parue

• Coelle

• Moa

• Antonio “Butcher” Petray

• Lovina Wilmoth

[thesweetblossoms]

The Color Purple

I challenged myself to create a bouquet of only purple flowers, from The Composers Garden, with bean blossoms, nicotiana, sweetpeas, nepeta, hostas, basil, hydrangea & violia. This bouquet is dedicated to the children in Gaza. 🐝 #flowersforgaza

[j3tstr]

icon ; starscream ( transformers go go )

banner ; savafi ( tumblr )

hi im mio (...or violia)

lithrorom. osdd sys of 200+

freq. front ; venus , mio , natsume , ajax , etc .

we often use singular nouns btw , but when referring to the entirety of our system we use plural !

main rentry wip ,, <- will replace this with the link once its done !

please do NOT use any graphics / icons / etc etc. (WITH THE TAG graphics.) that we post here. all of them are for OUR personal use only . thank you !!

transformers / tua fans plz moot me . discord is @/.k9yn (remove the / symbols when adding me) , i also have tiktok, twt, ig, pint. etc ! js msg me here or on my discord if u want em

[americanthrift7]

Check out this listing I just added to my Poshmark closet: Bookstack Beaded Pierced Earrings Dots Specks Two Pair Drop Earrings Flush Flat.

[thetripwalker]

Fixing Adobes stupid modern icons on Windows

So if you're a frequent adobe user you're probably aware that back in 2020 the icons for a number of their software went from being color coated to homogenized.

While I do understand the motivation to do this it is frankly, very stupid! No longer can you tell at a glance which software is which, you must be vigilant at all times. The amount of times I thought I was opening Audition only to realize I clicked on After Effects must be in the hundreds. While this might sound like a minor problem each these programs can take up 30 seconds to a minute (depending on your hard drive speed) to boot up and close. So if your working on a project that requires you to switch between softwares frequently, that avoidable mistake can add up quick! NO MORE I SAY! Together we shall fix this! (but only on windows, sorry mac users :/)

Step 1

Download the file below V

Place the folder somewhere accessible that you will remember. I recommend creating a new folder in "C:\Program Files\Adobe" called "Icons"

Step 2

Right click on the shortcut whose Icon you want to change and click on "Properties" and then "Change Icon..."

Click "Browse..." and navigate to the folder downloaded in Step 1 and select the icon you want to use and press "open"

Step 3

Violia! We have our new icons! Wasn't that easy!

Sadly every time you update the software you will need to repeat this process, but as long as you have the .ico files it should be pretty painless.

If you found this helpful let me know! Hopefully one day adobe will get their shit together and this guide will be obsolete. Hell maybe we'll even get lucky and they'll start using the 2001 icons again. *sigh* A girl can dream...

[444names]

Names generated from Portuguese and Hungarian female forenames

Acácinês Acácistia Acácsi Adafinice Adelaélia Adreustina Agdolainia Albeátia Aldana Aldete Aldit Alena Alene Aleonóra Alexana Alfona Algabia Algalorka Alikate Alikó Alinatipe Almanção Alorka Aléniana Aléria Amagdiána Amana Amonsa Amorka Ampalbene Amálina Amárce Amária Amárindia Amónia Ancilvia Ancina Ancsina Andra Andrana Andria Anebrike Angabria Anike Annassa Anope Anuel Apana Apolíz Argiseréia Argyi Arissabela Astia Atrígina Audia Aulilisa Aurde...

Belgaberna Belia Belika Belildit Belina Bernéli Berézia Betraça Betígina Beátin Bibeli Binês Boglottia Bolea Brianna Briliana Caldana Caria Carice Cassa Cassi Casta Catina Celeonsta Celia Cianika Cildessa Cilla Clanuelica Claria Clopettia Clorana Cloro Clána Conevana Conóra Crela Criett Crissera Csica Csina Cílvângeiz Cíntina Dastianes Desmelia Digéla Domilia Domilicató Domilis Doria Dorietta Dorna Doroanda Doveriana Draci Ducariana Dànastina Délorde Délott Dériliana Edada Edandrina Edika Elaínica Eleisca Elete Elica Elilia Elmilika Elmilávio Elvia Elvântônia Emena Emeneusa Emenia Emina Enabeane Eraina Erene Erina Erinamária Esára Etina Eusza Everéna Fabeanda Faberna Fabia Fanda Fanna Febrita Felanna Felavína Felérina Fereselia Fereufra Feria Filissaria Finespe Flonóra Floperéz Flára Flárka Flávio Frafabina Frana Fraça Frudit Frutefabia Fátinha Gabeani Gabrinan Garaquina Gassa Gaszia Gellónika Genka Gerina Gistina Gistásia Glágne Glávite Grissica Guediane Guela Györgabina Györgita Hadreus Hajnarna Hajnia Hajnike Hajnis Helaélia Helete Helia Heliana Helinikö Helota Helpômenna Helpômes Hirla Iboraquide Idérica Ifila Ilikataina Ilvândita Imona Inaínida Inicastáli Iramol Isania Istina Jamângélia Jolia Joresida Joska Judes Judia Judiana Judigitta Judintina Judomira Julanna Julina Justália Jácia Jéssia Jéssuedia Júlix Júnika Júnikó Júnis Karna Klaisa Klandreca Kleia Klána Koriantina Korissa Krikó Krista Kristia Krécia Kréka Kréna Krézila Laidafne Larma Laudia Lenett Lesztália Letta Lexana Lianti Lucia Luciborna Lucida Lucilia Lucimona Lucílina Lucíliána Ludei Ludiana Luildadesi Lukrissa Lívira Lúzielénor Lúzilda Lúzilhela Madra Mafike Magátiane Mancinta Mandrecini Mania Manna Marafalena Mardana Marenoemea Marga Margottya Marietta Marin Marineta Marlarna Marlenn Marmina Maréz Maxia Melavínama Melena Melia Melike Mellanna Meloís Menebria Mentórana Merolei Milda Milia Miressa Máliança Málium Málmaria Márigne Márinedia Márinia Márka Mónalera Mônia Môniceisa Mônikö Netaida Nevane Niktónica Noria Núrikó Ofinda Ofindréta Oféloísa Olgalenáta Onesimo Oternalina Otícida Ourde Palbilágne Parle Parlete Parta Penope Perti Pilina Polnalma Prina Prisa Pália Pálilda Quelemenna Quelina Quinia Randa Ranetta Rança Relmagdi Renaínira Respe Reuszter Rolara Rolna Ronóra Rosabi Roselia Roska Rotílin Rozálina Rozáliánia Rutesera Rágota Récinta Réianna Rózsida Sabrikaria Sarisa Sarizelia Semarona Severce Shilia Shira Silda Silita Silma Silott Simardes Sofina Sofintíme Sofélia Soleona Solexana Solin Suzsófia Szancibela Szerieli Szienessa Szolna Sztia Sztin Sztina Sália Sária Sárina Sárka Sílika Sílilina Sílvio Teizeréia Teição Telzia Teona Tercedia Terci Terenes Ternélina Tinate Tralvica Trine Tázila Tázima Tíciber Tímeia Tünce Tündia Tündra Valmangyi Vanke Verna Viodi Viodia Viodor Violia Virebra Viris Vivicaria Vivirlora Wandita Wangabia Wangela Xânda Xândrea Xândrianna Xénise Xénita Zitta Zoltázilix Zonikó Zsabel Zsaloria Zsiana Zsiborna Zsida Zsila Zsuna Zsuzsuelia Zsófilla Águna Áriana Ângabrine Úrsulina

[avnorai]

SCRIPTURAS LATAM

SCRIPTURAS LATAM. Lingua castellana. Hispano Latino Sur America. I. PRIMO. Aishiteru, wo ai ni. Liebe dich, mutter. Love you, mother, mom. Te amo, madre, mama. Ti amo, mai. II. SECONDO. Celestia, qui vivit in caeli. Per kronos, tempo. Semper Fidelis. Veritas filia temporis. Et quod ussus est non corruptus. Stark est forza. III. TERZO. Olivia. Violia. Violetta. Viola. Violeta. Ultra Violenta. IV. QUARTO. Una mano, te corta la otra. Santa Ana de Coro, 31 de enero de 2023. Citta di Coro nello stato falconiano. Ciudad de Coro en el estado falconiano. 4101. QUARTO, PRIMO, ZERO, PRIMO. XXXI XXLI. XXXIII. XXLIII. Guyana, Cooperative Republic of. Venezuela, Republica Bolivariana de. V. Mora Ocando, Andrea Virginia.

[speyeralling-down-thy-majesty]

"It's not fully handsewn!¡! I just altered a few already existing clothes,added a bunch of patches and violia¡!"

It giggles, tilting faer head at Mort.

"Please don't tell me you walked across half America to find a suit."

@vapor-web

You can see it from the outside! Countless pumpkins and fairy lights directing you to a door! Knock knock knock on it, trick or treat!

(The door to Amelie's building has a big Welcome To The Party sign on it, there's Halloween music playing behind it)