#amaryllis lily care

[your-local-baguette]

Flowers ?....for me ? Thank you!

Blue lock version

Characters: rin itoshi, sae itoshi, Ness alexis, Isagi yoichi, Bachira meguru.

Not proofread!

Itoshi rin

Would definitely be shy!

I feel like he'd give you roses and orchids in a bouquet

He'd hand it to you while looking away because no he totally isn't blushing, he doesn't know what you're talking about

He did a little research for flowers, since it was his first with you as his lover, he wanted it to be the best

Itoshi sae

He was very careful with his choice of flowers but he did trust the florist for hia choice.

He chose amaryllis and Camellias, these flowers mean deep love and beauty and all sort of cheesy stuff like that.

It was a very beautiful bouquet, while he handed it to you with a straight face, he was all giddy inside.

He treated you like the goddess you are on valentine

Ness alexis

Also treats you like a dam goddess lol

He'd give you probably gladiolus and blue iris. Those flowers mean hope and faithfulness

A very ness kinda thing, he'd treat you to whatever you wanted, he was such a sweetheart like always.

It was the best valentines you could ever ask for

Isagi yoichi

Yoichi would so give you marigolds and red irises. They mean derp passion and positive emotions

A yoichi thing lol, i feel like with yoichi Valentine's is more..relax but it's still full of love and affection

Your his only focus today, wether you want to go out or stay inside, he got it all prepared

You enjoyed it until midnight

Bachira meguru

Geraniums and orange lilies are a bachira thing because they mean confidence and silliness/ joy

He'd give them to you with such a big smile on his face, he'd take you around the city to have fun

Meguru would do anything just to see you smile, even if it means tickle attacks in public....

Short and sweet! Hope you enjoyed~

[heartfullofleeches]

Omg I just want Spider Queen Yan to see Darling talking to like a maid or servant and just descend from the ceiling and snatch us up

Can I be 🪻anon pretty please

Yan Spider Queen + Royal Darling

"Your belladonnas are in full bloom, your highness."

What perfect timing. Since your marriage to the formerly disgraced queen, you haven't had any time to tend to your garden yourself. Once upon a time, it had been a safe haven from all your troubles. The expectations thrust upon you by loved ones, the mockery of those in your kingdom who knew you'd never live up to kings and queens of past lives had not weight on you within those four walls. As your bond with her grew, it wasn't long before that same security could be found in your bride's arms.

The duty of caring for your garden was placed into the hands of your most trusted staff as you spent all your hours with her. Though there should be no secret between you, you were rather embarrassed of the state of your garden and had faith your servants would care for your dear plants till you had the heart to weed out the imperfections.

The maid offers the flowers to you in a clear, glass vase - a pair of gloves rested next to the piece on its tray. Amaryllis belladonna, a gorgeous specimen, yet its toxins can be absorbed by touch alone. Your family forbid such dangerous flowers in the past, but there was no one left to stop you now.

Creak-

"...Did you hear that?"

Equipping your gloves, a small groan rasps from the walls of your castle. Could possibly be the floor setting - but even that didn’t seem to be the cause. You look to your left, then your right - returning your gaze to the equally as puzzled maid who politely shakes her head.

"I didn't hear a thing."

"Hm.... Ah, well-" Adjusting your gloves, you pluck a single lily from the vase - bending foward to catch it as it slides from your fingertips. The vibrant pink is a stark contrast to the blacks of your gloves. If only you could witness their beauty in its truest form. In a way, this flower reminded you a lot of her. Your wife couldn't be touched most circumstances, but with the right tools-

Wait a second-

Have you....always been this much taller than this maid? She was on the shorter side than other's amongst your staff, but now it appeared that though you're an entire head taller - and growing. It's at this same moment the weightlessness beneath your feet becomes apparent. The ends of your shoes scrape the floorboards briefly before you're suddenly pulled back through the air like a puppet on its strings. The maid's eyes bulge in horror as numerous, shadowy limbs descend from the high ceiling - sharp claws snipping the strings tied to the back of your clothing as you fall into your beloved arms.

"Oh... It's you. For a moment there I thought I had gone through a rather late growth spurt."

As happy as you are to see her, the pleasantries don't seem to be as mutual for your wife. Posion oozes from her fangs, all eyes turned on the little pest who dared step towards what was her without her permission. A frightened yelp sounds from the girl as the carpet at her feet sizzles from the downpour of venom dripping from your wife's jaws. She looked about ready to rip the poor thing limb from limb. That won't do-

"And....perfect!"

Strains of stray hair fall into the queen's face as you tuck the lily behind her ear. Considering she is no longer human, you doubt it'd have any effects on her. The softness in her two sideview eyes settles to over remainder of her once sharp, vicious gaze.

"My Belladonna.... You have to do better about this temper of yours...."

Belladonna...? That is not her name. She hasn't had one in....centuries. A tear stains her cheek, brushed away by your gentle touch.

"I'm sorry, it's just now that I've realized I have nothing to call you by. Is that okay - or would you prefer... Amaryllis?"

"Either....Either is alright as long as it's from you."

Hurried footsteps trail away from the scene as your overprotective wife embraces you - making sure to rid the posion from her lips as she kiss you as if it were her last.

[cultofdionysusnet]

𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓛𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮 𝓸𝓯 𝓕𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼

It's spring and the flowers are blooming! Take a walk through a cultivated garden or a wild meadow to inhale the wonderful medley of aromas provided by mother nature. But with each blossom and bundle of pollen is always an underlying meaning. Whether you're broken hearted, attempting to explain your feelings, or simply looking for subtly-worded revenge, flowers can be your language.

°˖✧✿✧˖°MUST INCLUDE! mentions of flowers, gardens and spring

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The Prompts:

Amaryllis- Shy

Anemone (white)- Sincere

Ambroisa- Pious

Aster Tataricus- remembrance

Black Lily - love, curse

Bluebell - grateful

Cactus (flower) - lust, sex

Camellia (red)- in love, perishing with grace

Camellia (yellow) - longing

Camellia (white)- waiting

Carnation - fascination, distinction, love

Cherry Blossom - kind, gentle, transience of life

Chrysanthemum (yellow) - imperial

Chrysanthemum (white) - truth

Four-leaf Clover - lucky

Daffodil - respect

Dahlia - good taste

Daisy - faith

Edelweiss - courage, power

Erica - solitude

Forget-me-not - true love

Freesia - childish, immature

Gardenia - secret love

Hibiscus - gentle

Honeysuckle - generous

Iris - good news, glad tidings, loyalty

Jasmine (Arabian/Spanish) - friendly, graceful

Lavender - faithful

Lily (white) - purity, chastity

Lily of Incas - such strong connection that language is limited when trying to explain it

Lily (orange) - hatred, revenge

Lily of the Valley/ Spider Lily - sweet

Lotus - far from the one he loves, purity, chastity

Magnolia - Natural

Mistletoe/holly - looking for love

Morning Glory- willful promises

Narcissus- self esteem

Pansy- thoughtful, caring

Peony- bravery

Poppy (red)- fun loving

Poppy (white)- rejoice

Poppy (yellow)- success

Rose (red)- love, in love

Rose (white)- innocence, silence, devotion

Rose (yellow)- jealousy

Rose (pink)- trust, happiness, confidence

Spider Lily (red) - never meet again, lost memory, abandonment

Sunflower - respect, passionate love, radiance

Sweet Pea- goodbye

Tiger Lily - wealth

Tulip (red)- fame, charity, trust

Tulip (Yellow)- one sided love

Verbena- cooperative

Violet- honesty

White Egret Orchid - purity, delicateness, "I'll be thinking of you even in my dreams"

Zinnia- loyalty

Like always, have fun with our first seasonal event of the year, may you be blessed with the muse, and The Fates look forward to your submissions~!

[mishhty]

Amaryllis belladonna

Information:

Kingdom: Plantae

Order: Asparagales

Family: Amaryllidaceae

Subfamily: Amaryllidoideae

Genus: Amaryllis

Species: A. belladonna

Amaryllis belladonna, the Jersey lily, belladonna-lily, naked-lady-lily, or March lily, is a plant species native to Cape Province in South Africa but widely cultivated as an ornamental.They appear as clusters of soft pink, 10cm funnel-shaped blooms sitting on top of long purplish-red and green stems, with up to twelve flowers blooming from just one stem.

Amaryllis belladonna are half hardy and can tolerate temperatures down to around -5C. It’s recommended to protect them from frost during harsh winters, and to start them off in sheltered conditions under cover at first.

Amaryllis belladonna requires very little attention and makes a truly unique display in the fall garden. Ridiculously easy to grow, all parts of this plant are poisonous, therefore it is diligently ignored by hungry deer, rabbits, and other critters.

The Jersey lily is a popular ornamental plant in gardens and parks, and it is also used in cut flower arrangements.It is known for its beauty and hardiness, as it can thrive in a wide range of soil types and growing conditions.

Tips to grow and care for A. belladonna:

A. belladonna should be planted with their necks at soil level, not submerged under the soil.

You’ll get your best results growing the bulbs in full sun, in moist, well-draining soil, although they will tolerate some light shade.

Plant them out about 10cm apart.

Wherever you’re planting them, make sure that the soil doesn’t get waterlogged.

If you do need to transplant them, do it in autumn after the plant has finished flowering and just as the leaves start emerging.

In a frost prone area, or areas that regularly hit below 2 degrees Celsius, plant them in front of a south facing wall, or in a pot that is placed in a sheltered area.

Once planted, it may take a year or so for the bulb to become properly established, so avoid disturbing the bulbs for a couple of seasons.

They prefer less water in summer, so in summer rainfall areas, ensure sufficient drainage.

[evangelineshifts]

ɴᴏᴡ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: Someone New - Hozier

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Name ➻ Amaryllis Belladonna Meadows

Age ➻ 13

Zodiac ➻ Taurus

Year ➻ 1st

House ➻ Hufflepuff

S/O(s) ➻ James, Lily, Remus, and Sirius (Polycule)

Backstory synopsis ➻

There were once three sisters from ancient greek times, before 100 AD. They lived when the Gods still roamed the earth, during the Golden age. Their names were Damaris, Arelis, and Aurelia. They were named the trifectas, the most powerful witches of the age.

Damaris was the oldest of the 3. She was strong and confident in her magical abilities. She was a natural born leader, the people who lived in her village and surrounding all looked to her for guidance and advice when problems arose.

Arelis was a true and mighty hero. The people would always go to her for help when anything happened. She became the leader of the brigade of hunters for the villages at just 11 years old due to her natural stealthy, agility and precision. Battle was ingrained in her bloodstream, destined to become a warrior.

Lastly, Aurelia, meaning the golden one. She certainly lived up to her name. She was the village favorite. While she didn’t quite have the sense of mature responsibility that her sister possessed or the thirst for the hunt like the other that doesn’t mean she was any less powerful. She was a creator, an artist, a healer and more. Aurelia was a free spirit, she would dance with the village kids till her feet grew sore and would dote on the elderly despite their complaints of not needing the care (they secretly loved it). The villagers were fond of the girl but they also knew just how much power was resting in her veins. Aurelia seemed to have been blessed by every god there was, the girl was a force to be reckoned with. A healer, a protector, and fighter.

Around 90 AD, a man who went by the name of Herpo came to town after hearing about the trio of amazing talents. Immediately the triplets were on edge. They could sense the man’s energy, the aura of darkness that surrounded him. They let him be as to worry the other villagers but they soon realized their mistake when trouble arose. Muggles and their children were going missing only later to be found dead in the forest. People were going mad, cursing and hexing their peers without reason. The triplets worked tirelessly to fix the problem as their people were becoming restless and scared. Damaris set a protection and battle plan and had her sister lead the unit. Aurelia was going around the towns calming and healing the people. Filling their minds with bright thoughts to help them rest.

One night as Aurelia was doing her rounds she came across a familiar shadow, she followed it only to find that it was Herpo with a group of men. He was speaking about how soon her and her siblings would be too overwhelmed with the fights and insane for them to notice one person more person being killed, then a spell would be complete. What spell she didn’t know but she alerted her siblings of the man’s plans anyways.

The siblings were now keeping a keen eye on Herpo wherever he would appear. In a whirlwind of events, the triplets find out the man was working with dark magic, a spell to take a human soul to preserve his own. To become everlasting. So the sisters came together to stop him. The Gods also learned of the man’s affairs and became angry at the abuse of power, especially Hecate, Goddess of witchcraft. Angry that her blessings were being misused she sought aid from the Gods to assist the triplets granting them powers to help them in the inevitable war.

Damaris was now truly blessed by Athena, granted incredible reflexes, intelligence like no other, and battle strategy and knowledge. She was a true ruler.

Arelis had the blessing of Ares, strength of a thousand soldiers and weapon intelligence and thirst for war. The girl seemed to always be encompassed by a ring of fire, her eyes alight with a hunger for battle. she would lead the force.

The Gods granted Aurelia the most, not just for her attributes but for her pure heart. Her senses now enhanced to that of a wolf. She could move things by pure force of will and crawl into the crevices of the mind with a stare, picking out your deepest thoughts and controlling your actions. She was able to make her thought her reality, what she imagined is what was. She could pass through solid surfaces as if she was the wind whistling by. She was one with the earth finally able to be reunited with her true self, the earth mother brushed her cheek and sent her off to war. A golden glow was her cover, her hair white as snow, eyes as blue as the sky that was soon to be shrouded by the smoke of her blazing fury. She was the warrior that would bring them victory, if not for herself, for her people.

Together, they defeated wicked villain, who would now and forever be label as ‘Herpo the Foul’ for the atrocities he brought to the land. They lost much but saved most, victorious were the Trifectas, forever shall they reign.

And reign they did. The people took upon themselves to elect the three as their own personal monarchy, to rule over them with grace as they always have. The three were the heroes of the age and went on to fight many more battles until their deaths in 140 AD. The Gods decided because of their bravery and choice to fight for their honor, they would allow them to be reborn. Their souls to enter another when the time was opportune. They would live on as heroes in another era to continue their rule.

And in a pristine hospital room on the night of April 18th, 1980, they were born anew in the vessels of Dorcas, Alexandria, and Amaryllis Meadows.

A/N - can you tell I love a good reincarnation trope 😭 as always questions and feedback is always welcome ☺️

[ithinkyouhealedmyheart]

I'm putting all my covers of the Flower Series (+ 10 Things) together and also talking about why I chose the flower I did.

Ghostwriter, my beloved. It's my favorite cover. We all know yellow represents happiness; the same goes for the sun. Since sunflowers turn to seek the light from the sun, it symbolizes the light at the end of the tunnel. With tenderness, love, and care, anyone can thrive. For so long, Ronnie believed she had to suffer to receive the love she always wanted but she hadn't been looking in the right places.

The sunflower represents her. Despite moving across the country and worrying constantly about her father's prostate cancer, she survives and manages to soak up the sun the best she can. She stays true to herself and doesn't allow Hollywood to change her for the worse. She finds optimism in the darkest times and hopes that making it out on the other side of the tunnel will be better.

Finally, we have a face to the name or a face claim. For Battle of the Bands, we have Jasmine! These flowers are described in some spaces as unassuming. They bloom at night. In a way, this symbolizes how Lynette blooms once she changes her environment. She took a leap of faith and auditioned to be the fourth member of a girl group.

But it's also a nod toward how she adores the simplest things in life. She doesn't need fancy cars or expensive jewelry if she has something handmade with love. If something is made with love, it is the most valuable thing she could ever have.

Songbird! Represented by a singular daffodil. By itself, it can mean misfortune and unrequited love. Ashlynn's past has been paved with violence and mistreatment, but there is a rebirth factor. Daffodils bloom after winter. Although her heart has frozen over to protect herself, a new beginning is blossoming.

Working toward her dream and no longer living with her mother bring about many changes in her life. She makes space for herself in a world where she believes there is no spare for her. Her relationships and bonds reinforce the idea that her past doesn't define her.

Traveling on a Dream! At its core, the Water Lily represents Sarah. She makes the most of her life and sees the world with childlike wonder. Like the flower, she can be considered pure and innocent. The water lily blossoms beautifully from the muddy depths, which could be a nod to how much she thrives in Los Angeles after being isolated in Roxobel, NC, for so long.

10 Things I Hate About You. A flower that blooms in winter symbolizes strength, beauty, pride, love, and sometimes resilience. It's more representative of Marnie herself but pays homage to how stubborn and prideful Drake Parker is or, more so, how prideful they both are.

Unlike most of the other flowers, which are either white or have softer colors, the amaryllis is stark red because of the sheer determination shared between both parties. Marnie is determined to be seen as strong and independent, and Drake is determined to show her that she is worthy of love regardless of what anyone else thinks. It is strong and pushes both of them forward.

[kiwisa]

floriography ✩ ln04

Lando Norris x Fem! Parisian! Reader

fluff • 2,800 words

IN WHICH... you met lando during his two-week stay in paris. through streets, places, and dates, you rediscovered your city and perhaps fell in love ⏤ all to the scent of flowers.

A delicious smell emanated from the Queen Elizabeth II flower market: a colourful spectrum in the monochrome place that Paris could sometimes be. Every week, you would go there to buy a different bouquet. Your flat wasn't really yours without a touch of life to brighten it up.

Some would see it as an unnecessary expense; you saw it as a necessity. Your flowers always sat in the middle of the living room, reminding you of the fragility of life and – above all – the need to enjoy the moment: a discreet but omnipresent Carpe Diem.

You could spend hours every Tuesday morning at the opening, wandering aimlessly between these stalls which always managed to make you feel light, carefree – a parenthesis of softness and calm, necessary in the intensity of your daily life.

With your wicker basket in your left hand and your steps punctuated by the chirping of the many birds for sale, you would stop at times in front of a particularly pretty bouquet and then go on your way, empty-handed. You only made your choice at the very end, even putting it off until the last minute to enjoy the bucolic setting a little more.

However, a hint of red suddenly caught your attention. You approached and hastened to read the little slate stuck between two plants: amaryllis, “the desire to woo”. Floriography – the language of flowers, for they could speak better than humans – had always intrigued you. In the corner of your head, you filed this information away.

As you read it, you found yourself thinking of Lando, with whom August had passed so quickly. A simple meeting in the heart of the French capital had led to afternoons filled with the smell of love and the melody of a British accent.

September was already upon you and, as you resumed your walk, the names of flowers seemed to be calling you. Some of them even took you back to those sunny summer days, spent in the company of the one who was becoming more and more present in your life.

WISTERIA ! “tenderness” ✩ Paris, rue Saint-Maur

The Atelier des Lumières was casting Monet's impressionist works on its walls, and, in the middle of these thousands of lights, your face had become that of his muse.

Lando had never been in this building and its peculiar industrial façade. The French capital itself was unknown to him, actually. You had been the one to first tell him about it during your first meeting at a café on the rue de la Convention ⏤ just after almost crashing in each other ⏤, telling him how the exhibition on Van Gogh and his Starry Night had transported you.

“There's something magical about wandering through mythical works of art,” you had told him that day, a dreamy smile on your lips. You were probably thinking of how amazing you had felt in the middle of that blue and yellow sky.

It was only later that you told Lando about the new exhibition, this time devoted to Monet, and expressed your desire to see it.

“I tried to go with my friends, but they don't care much about art.”

The night of your conversation, he had rushed to buy two tickets, even though he didn't particularly love the French painter, even though lighting effects sometimes made him nauseous, even though he didn't want to be in the middle of people who might recognize him. The mere prospect of making you smile motivated him.

When he kissed your cheek in front of the museum, smelling your flowery perfume, he found you shy but cheerful. No doubt you remembered this conversation and were touched to see how far his little attentions could go. His joy increased tenfold as you both moved through the exhibition.

More fascinated by the woman in front of him than by the indistinct lilies, Lando kept his gaze fixed on you, smiling when you finally decided to speak: “I've always wanted to visit the British Museum. If I come to London to see you, will you take me there?”

“Of course.”

The subtle promise of seeing each other again.

“Oh, look! Impression, Sunrise!”

He let himself be pulled towards the animation, a smile on his lips.

CAMELLIA ! “admiration” ✩ Paris, rue de la Légion d'Honneur

With his cap screwed on his head, Lando was desperately trying to follow you through the Musée d'Orsay while avoiding the passers-by, who were far too numerous for his taste.

The great upward path, overlooked by numerous sculptures, including the majestic Porte de l'Enfer, was invaded by art lovers. Among them, you and your look of wonder, who almost pulled him by the arm, eager to show him your favourite works.

He refrained from telling you that he knew the exhibition well, having visited it every time he would come to Paris. He didn't want to tarnish the glow in your eyes.

“The room with all the Bouguereau is my favourite. Come on.”

You led him into Room 2. Immediately, Cabanel's Birth of Venus greeted you. Exposed on the right wall of this recess, he let his eyes wander over her perfectly defined contours, her sensual curves accentuated, her languid position.

“She's beautiful,” you said beside him.

He refrained from nodding, walking towards Room 3, where he saw Bouguereau's version, proud as it was, standing in the middle of this watery painting, like an ancient statue.

“I don't know which one I prefer. They're both beautiful,” you said, your pout showing your indecision. “It's interesting to see the same subject can lead to completely different interpretations.”

“I think I prefer Bouguereau's. She appears less as an object of desire and more as a goddess. She has this aura to her.”

“I mean… They still look at her with desire,” you retorted in reference to the other characters on the painting. “I wish people would look at me like that sometimes,” she went on. “With as much admiration as they do,” you pointed to the two nymphs to the right of the Goddess.

You quickly turned your attention to Dante and Virgil, a darker but equally beautiful painting. Lando followed behind, hands in his pockets, looking thoughtful, but not without taking one last look at the painting.

All were in darkness except Venus, illuminated by a light coming from her right and emanating from the shell, which reigned in the centre of the vision. He looked at you, in the centre of the room, illuminated by one of the projectors. He smiled.

Of all the paintings, between academism and impressionism, your portrait was by far the most magnificent.

DAHLIA ! “generosity” ✩ Paris, rue St-Honoré

Lando and you quickly passed the forest green door of the Delamain bookshop, in desperate need for a refuge to escape rain. This unexpected storm had caught both of you by surprise, spoiling their initial plan to stroll through the Parisian streets.

Laughter – because your mascara had run, because Lando's jacket was soaked – echoed for a moment in the room's foyer but faded when your eyes finally took in the scenery. The central stalls jumped out for the visitors’ eyes, welcoming them and already urging them to buy. So numerous were the titles. One wondered how they didn't fall off. The latest Goncourt prize was sitting in the middle of it all, its garish red label attracting all eyes. Buy me, it screamed.

On the wall, when you could see them, mostly hidden by big oak bookcases, a few frames here and there represented the bookshop at different periods of its existence: 1790, 1850, 1970, 2010…

“How about we each choose a book and give it to each other?” Lando's voice drew you out of your state of admiration.

“Oh yes! That's a brilliant idea!”

You didn't see him smile – amused to see your vocabulary change for British English – as you walked by, already turned towards the back of the shop. You immediately began scanning the shelves for the perfect title. The Pleiades shelf on the left almost called to you, but the obvious language barrier between Lando and you came to mind, and, thus, you resigned yourself to looking elsewhere.

Reluctantly, you headed for the “Literature in English” section, disappointed that you could not share with him the beauty of French literature.

Several times you passed each other, exchanging a brief smile before resuming your search. It seemed endless. You spent the afternoon like this: in front of the stacks, reading the summaries of books, putting them down again. Nothing seemed good enough to be given as a present for the Other.

“What do you give to someone who has already read everything?”

“He'll think your classics are rubbish,” you cringed.

Finally, as six o'clock rang, the two of you stood outside the shop, each with a bag in hand, the rain already forgotten. You immediately handed your brown bag to Lando, who hurriedly took out the wrapped work. You both walked to escape from the street’s noise, while he struggled to remove the wrapping paper. The cover of A Room with a View by E. M. Forster was soon in his hands.

“I hope you like it. I chose it because it has a happy ending since you don’t like to be sad when you read,” you referred to one of your many debates.

Lando laughed, as you looked on in panic and immediately regretted your choice. Maybe he didn't like it? Had he already read it?

“Open yours.”

You complied, eyebrows furrowed, and pulled out The Song of Achilles by Madeleine Miller, which you had never read, despite the waves of enthusiasm on social media surrounding it.

“I got it for you because you love novels with bad endings.”

At his explanation, a giggle fell from your mouth. Your thought processes were not so different from each other after all… Smiling, you thanked Lando with a kiss on the jaw, which he returned.

You both returned to the bookstore several times during Lando’s trip, sometimes alone, but each time with a book in hand for the other.

CROCUS ! “joy” ✩ Paris, Jardin des Plantes

With a smile on your faces and your fingers intertwined, Lando and you strolled between the rectangular flowerbeds of the Jardin des Plantes, stopping at times to smell the sweetness of a bud that had or would soon become a flower. Time seemed to stand still in the middle of these flowers and shrubs. One could almost have seen the coquettes, dandies, grand ladies, and boisterous children who had walked these paths centuries before.

In the distance, the streets of the capital had never been so beautiful, an urban reflection of these hundreds of colourful touches: the yellow of the streetlamps, the orange of the cars’ indicators, the red of the shop signs. The Sun, comfortably seated on its highest point, dazzled your cheerful faces as it watched over you, smiling at this budding love.

Joy was such a pure feeling. One could see its aura, powerful and brilliant: a protective halo from the worst vices of the World. It sparkled around the two of you. Those heartbeats in unison, those candid laughs, all these little touches reinforced the beauty of the idyllic picture that was painted before the Sun’s eyes.

“Look!” you exclaimed.

One hand was holding your straw hat so it wouldn't fly off while the other was pointing to a colourful bird perched on a tree branch, its leaves coloured a resplendent green. The smell of freshly cut grass intoxicated passers-by, plunging them into a euphoria that only the end of spring could bring.

The feeling of being invincible was indescribable, reinforced by the Sun's rays, whose reflections chased away the shadows and, with them, the bad memories. All these trees formed an enchanting globe above the garden, pierced by these beams of light. The soft, pale pink flowers lowered and rose with the rhythm of the quiet wind.

This smooth transition between Summer and Autumn, these few precious days, was without a doubt your favourite time of year, synonymous with holidays, sunshine, tranquillity. You saw the joy of existence as well as rebirth with each yellowing leaf.

Happy to be able to enjoy this beautiful weather, small laughs escaped from your lips without realising it, hypnotised by this pastoral picture.

The characteristic sound of a camera caught your attention. Turning your head, your eyes obstructed for a few seconds by strands of hair, your gaze finally landed on the man a few metres away from. You hadn't even noticed that he had moved away, letting go of your hand as he did so.

You suddenly found it cruelly empty.

Lando was smiling at his screen. Curious, you hopped over to him, your white and light pink dress billowing in the wind. When you reached him, you leaned over his shoulder and stood on tiptoe to see what seemed to hypnotize him. With a grimace on your face, you quickly put a hand on the screen to try and hide the picture.

“Delete that! I'm ugly!”

“Don't bullshit me, you're always beautiful.”

You kissed his cheek, leaving it red from your lips.

BEGONIA ! “faith in the future” ✩ Paris, rue de Palestro

“Can you pass me the jam, please?” you asked, your tongue between your lips, concentrating on digging hearts into the dough with the end of a tablespoon.

An arm passed in front of your eyes, nearly turning the heart into a triangle. Lando easily grabbed the jam jar and continued scraping the bottom of the bowl.

“Stop eating the dough, you'll get sick.”

“Are you my mother? I don't think so.”

You rolled your eyes but smiled at his smug look. He shoved a teaspoonful of the mixture into his mouth to taunt you.

You chose not to say anything.

In just two weeks, and dozens of dates in addition to the many texts you exchanged, your relationship had evolved for the better: more spontaneous, less restrained. You were no longer trying to impress each other, although a few ambiguous little remarks continued to be exchanged, and were now fully enjoying this new comfort.

Neither really friends, nor really lovers, Lando reminded himself.

You hadn't even kissed yet, satisfied – for the moment – with the softness of a kiss on the cheek. Things were moving at your own pace: slowly, but surely. Lando could see that this was all new to you, who had confided in him about your lack of experience in relationships.

He was more than happy with this new pace. His previous relationships had all been formed on the fly, sometimes within two weeks, others within a month. If some had lasted a long time, a few years, all had been ruined by the desire to go too fast without consideration for the other. He had sometimes shared his bed with women he had loved deeply, without ever really getting to know them.

He did not want to fall into that pattern again. You were a breath of fresh air, an escape from this involuntary toxicity.

“I hope you're aware that I'm going to be intransigent on taste.”

“What are you, Gordon fucking Ramsay? You're going to eat the biscuits and shut your mouth. This isn't Come Dine With Me.”

“Shit, there goes my plan.”

The two of you laughed as you carefully filled the holes you had formed with raspberry jam. Without a word, Lando began to help you. Concentrating on your task, you did not notice him. It was only when you lifted your head to brush aside a lock of hair, which was in the way, that you realized his actions.

“You suck at this, get out!”

“Ouch!” You hit him with a tea towel. “Fuck, stop acting like my mother. You're hurting me!”

He fled from the kitchen under your attacks and laughter, finding refuge in the living room where he dropped onto the sofa. With a smile on his face, he traced each of the mouldings on the ceiling before straightening up and quietly watching you, who was humming some song in the kitchen.

He thought he recognised the tune, but didn't pay it any more attention than that, busy gazing at Her.

You looked ethereal, like a touch of heaven in the mundane.

Lando pondered over your future afternoons ⏤ in London, perhaps ⏤ and if, yes or no, they would all be this wonderful.

[franstastic-ideas]

Language of Flowers

Some meanings behind the flowers that have grown around here in the wild and our gardens.

Marigold (French) - Comforts the heart / Overcomes jealousy

Iris (Purple) - Wisdom

Rose of Sharon - Consumed by Love / Delicate beauty

Zinnia - Thoughts of an absent friend

Daffodil - Rebirth / New beginnings / Hope

Quince - Sincerity / Temptation

Passion Flower - Faith / Religious passion

Forsythia - Anticipation / Prosperity

Daisy - Innocence / Loyal Love

Rose (White) - Purity / Reverence / Innocent love

Rudbeckia - Justice / Love conquers all

Amaryllis - Pride / Splendid beauty

Nasturtium - Victory / Conquest

Crepe Myrtle - Eloquence

Morning Glory - Affection / Bonds of love

Coreopsis - Always cheerful / Love at first sight

Rose (Pink) - Sweetness / Perfect love

Lantana - I am unyielding

Phlox - Unanimity / I am trying to please you / Sweet dreams

Crabapple Blossom - Overcoming irritability

Hydrangea - Devotion / Thank you for understanding

Clematis - Safety / Ingenuity

Daylily - Wealth / Pride / Success / Coquetry

Pear Blossom - Affection / Lasting friendship / More than just lovely

Sunflower - Adoration / Loyalty

Snapdragon - Strength

Peony - Prosperity / Compassion / Happy marriage

Wisteria - You are always welcome / I cling to thee

Gladioli - Generosity / Admiration

Begonia - Cordiality

Petunia - Your presence soothes me / Never despair

Yarrow - Health and healing / Cure for heartache and sorrow

Azalea - Passion / Take care / Romance

Violets (Purple) - Thoughts of you / Loyalty

Dandelion (Yellow) - Faithfulness / Happiness

Hollyhock - Ambition, Devotion to love

Sweetpea - Departure / Blissful pleasure

Cosmos - Innocent beauty / Harmony / Universal love

Dahlia - Dignity / Elegance

Aster - Patience / Delicacy / Contentment

Four o' Clock - Timidity / Evening beauty

Calla Lily - Beauty and loveliness / Modesty / With me you are safe

Venus's Looking Glass - Flattery

Jasmine - Grace / Elegance / Wealth

Honeysuckle - Sweet disposition / Devoted affection

Cornflower - Delicacy / Refinement / Devotion / Hope in love

Chrysanthemum - Joy

Goldenrod - Encouragement / Protection

Calendula - Grace / Overcoming jealousy

[lorei-writes]

Halcyon Among Hills

Chapter II: The Gardener

Masamune x Reader Alternative Universe "Mystery" Premise: The death of your great-grandfather comes with an inheritance hefty enough to pay off your family's debt. While dealing with the financial matters himself, your father sends you to your great-grandmothers estate, to properly show your gratitude... However, things aren't quite the way they should be. Word Count: ~700 Masterlist

Content Warnings: none

In a single burst of explosive effort, you spring up, the duvet a civilian casualty in the war against ever-cunning rest. Your feet run up to the window through Persian carpet planes, completely disinterested in any opinion you may have; similarly, your pupils do not care to ask whether you’d like to see the scenery. It is just displayed, a maze of hedges luring you in with the sweetest among floral scents, snake roses peeking their heads from between the leaves to disappear at the faintest of gusts, each petal merely a flicker of vibrance, a mirage.

Quiet peck-peck pecks on the window of your room, each dab of the hard beak pecking away at your dreams until they flutter and fly, tucked safely between the thieving black pinions of a magpie. You open your drowsier than drowsy eyes, still unfocused after the night. You stretch out your arms, press your head further into the pillow, let yourself think of sleep once more, all to realise that something is very much wrong. It is not your bed that you’re in. It is not your room in your flat, in your tenement, on your street. It is —

In a single burst of explosive effort, you spring up, the duvet a civilian casualty in the war against ever-cunning rest. Your feet run up to the window through Persian carpet planes, completely disinterested in any opinion you may have; similarly, your pupils do not care to ask whether you’d like to see the scenery. It is just displayed, a maze of hedges luring you in with the sweetest among floral scents, snake roses peeking their heads from between the leaves to disappear at the faintest of gusts, each petal merely a flicker of vibrance, a mirage. The silk robe hugs itself to your shoulders, fastens its belt on its own. It is not your choice.

You are being summoned.

Oken frame does not even dare sigh as you push it aside, the veranda boards being just as faithful in concealing the faintest evidence of your steps. So you walk. Morning dew clings to your feet, blades of grass a forest at your toes – and you are both a giant and a speck of dust, voracious in your pursuit while being devoured by that which you want. You trample over the daisies, with vines coiling around your arms to drag and drug you with potent lilac. The world a kaleidoscope of roses, lilies, irises, amaryllis, you sink in a storm of peony petals, voluptuous blooms softly caressing your face, each featherlight touch a hedonic elation. You outstretch your arms towards them, all but begging to be engulfed wholly.

“Dontcha go there.”

The paradise shrinks, pushed away by the very sinful act of holding a hand, or much rather, having your hand held… Although perhaps it is that the act itself is what has prevented you from losing yourself. You cannot possibly know, other thoughts occupying your head. A shiver runs up your arm, sways your shoulders like a wave, to claw into you as chilling embarrassment.

“I’m so, so, so —”

“Ha, you’re redder than those peonies now, hahaha.”

Against yourself, you turn towards the man, fully expecting to be pricked by a stern gaze. However, the sprinkling blue of his eye washes away any concerns that trouble you now. Whoever he is, he ruffles your hair, dexterous fingers removing any stray leaves and branches you’ve acquired throughout your walk.

“Now, that’s better. And you are…?”

“I’m… visiting… my great-grandmother…” you stutter out, arms crossed in front of your chest. May at the very least your gown remain closed; the ferocious edge to his smile makes you painfully aware of the state of your undress.

“Ah, so you’re the young lady. I see,” he chuckles. His grip loosens to then disappear. “I’m Masamune, the gardener. Don’t go near the peonies, will you? I’ve just took out the fertiliser this dawn, you’ll get all dirty.”

“F-fertiliser? But the smell…”

“It’s an old recipe. We mix it in here. But, that aside, promise?” He stares at you expectantly, with enough intensity to make up for his missing eye. Your mind races, forcing you deeper into a state of silence.

“Afraid of the eyepatch? And here I was thinking it’s not such a creepy sight… I may have to poke the answer out of you, you know…”

“No! No poking!” You raise your hands. “I understand. I will not go anywhere near the peonies.”

“Good lass,” Masamune chuckles. He turns around on his heel, wipes his hands on his overalls, and then… He just leaves, to tend to plants while whistling to himself.

And you? You have no choice but to wonder what exactly has just happened.

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11) What was your inspiration for your OC?

(( A fun one! Ty Rayn <3))

There is always a catalyst for when I make a new character. Some drive, or some impetus. I'll try to remember the main catalyst for each character of mine, let's start from the top!

The Lily - Lily was inspired by Kugane at large and Historical Japanese Fiction. I had already long shifted to Au Ra at the beginning of HW, but when I dipped my toes in the water of RP during the Stormblood lulls, i settled on the exiled Shinobi background, wanting to not make a WoL.

The Azalea - Archie's main inspiration is and will always be, the Tenth Doctor. Its my favorite few seasons of New Who and I wanted an old character that was reborn multiple times. Hence my looks at Dr. Who. XD

The Rose - Benoit is not actually my creation! He is my wife's first and foremost, but she let me play him as her first mate. He's mine now though. :3 General pirate things are his inspiration.

The Sunflower - A'tyla was my thoughts on if a Hyur was raised by Miqo'te. That's it. XD She's long grown past that.

The Gardenia - Yasha is inspired by none other than her namesake, Yasha Nydoorin of the Might Nein. The sapphic nature, falling for a punchy punch girl, her quieter nature with some silly jokes. Yasha was actually a run off of when I made Tatiava. I wanted a Garlean character and couldn't decide between Highlander or Midlander, so I said, Por que no los dos?

The Snapdragon - Tatiava was a direct response to people making villainous Garlean characters. I wanted a double agent who could dip in both crowds. Did I ever actually get a chance? NOPE. XD It is what it is.

The Dahlia - Lhei was made from what little we knew of Old Sharlayan at the time of her creation, late shadowbringers. I was just getting back into RP again after losing the drive in late Stormblood.

The Strelitzia - Beatrice is from my dnd game! A character I've got the chance to properly play. I think when I made her I just needed the sapphic goodness of her and her partner. T.T Speaking of...

The Tulip - Mai is also from my dnd game! Mai was an npc my players got real attached to and well, she evolved from there. She's always been mute tho.

The Triteleia - Myste just formed fully into my consciousness one day and well, there he is! He is inspired by Dynamis and its crazy applications tho.

The Gladiolus - Jana is near and dear to my heart. I wanted to revisit an old echo idea I had for Lily that had got cut late in her development. And I ran with it. Now Jana is my weird future child that doesn't care about where she is from.

The Linnaeas - Pola and Deta are the easiest to spot the inspiration. They are based off of Popola and Devola from the Nier Francise. Specifically the Automata ones. Later they've been heavily influenced by Ianthe and Coronabeth of the Locked Tomb series.

The Hyacinth - Eulanne is inspired by the Dark Urge of Baldur's Gate 3. I just wanted to remake my sorta good guy Durge (i raided the grove my darling Minthara in that run, but she's been trying to do better since!) and I thought it would be cool to tie it to Reaper/Voidsent lore.

The Amaryllis - Marisol was spawned from the Viper reveals at the first DT fanfest. Nothing more influenced her original development.

The Lewisia - Glifet is anther Dr. Who inspired character, this time based off of a Cyberman. A what if you could say, a rehabilitated Cyberman.

The Iris - Lucca is just Lucca from Chrono Trigger with a bisexual streak. Chronic inventor, not much works right the first few times. Super smart. Those glasses.

The Aconite - Tista-Moa came to me in a work haze. I just had the idea, i wrote down what i thought about her and her very strange journey, came home and made her! I don't have enough villains to scratch that itch so she was a delight to make.

The Dicentra - Cissnei came about cause I am/was interested in playing as a Zenos-like character. Cissnei has evolved past that by now, but that is her start! I got so attached to her I finished the EW story in a single weekend with her. XD

That's all my debuted flowers... now for the few undebuted ones.

The Celosia - Sarel is my main dnd PC right now, and I saw the Celosia flower at the local green house and I wanted to make a character based on it. So I ported her over (somewhat, she is more different than the other dnd based ones) and she has been patiently waiting for months to be debuted. One day I'll that up. XD

The Nerine - Hinoka is Lily's rival from waaaaay back. I just felt like putting a name and face to the standin I had been using for Lily's story. Oh, and a nerine is a Spider Lily. :3

The Jasmine - Kokolai came about because I wanted an RP character to manage my submarines for me. He's just a merchant that loves his surrogate daughter. ^_^

The Protea - Tanzanite is a direct response to Solution 9 and its inhabitants. How fun it would be to have a scientist from there. She also just spawned from me messing with hair on Lily's fromer lady. >.>;

The Snowdrop - Agate just willed themself into existance. Also inspired by the DT story, they were the product of me sitting down to make a Sol 9 character and failing, making a Yyasulani native the wished to return to the sunlit world.

The Belladonna - Jane is, with no shame, directly inspired by Jane Doe of Zenless Zone Zero. That character has me by the throat. XD Add in a mix of Agent 47 and you get my Jane!

And that's everyone! A bit long, but I was on a roll if I'm being honest.

[cutepastelstarsalior]

Flower symbolism time baby!!

Gwen

Purple Hyacinth and White Orchids. The Hyacinths represent her dark times. Her grief and stress. The Orchids represent her maturity and how she handle situations. Like when she made up with her dad.

Noir

Black Eyed Susan. In a world full of crime and darkness, Noir is a detective and gets stuff done. He’s powerful and has a strong sense of justice. He protects people and is motivate to solve any case. funny too. And has cool weapons.

Peni

White Cyclamen flower! It means purity, love, and empathy. She funny and smart. And with Sp//DR she does amazing things like fighting. Even with a rough past, it doesn’t stop her from being so loving and brave too.

Peter B.

Lotus and Anemone flowers. With his depressing background it was hard for him to be motivated. But once he meet Miles he got the strength to be a mentor and a cool father. He’s funny and have lots of tips and advice. The Lotus represents enlightenment and purity. while the Anemone means new beginnings.

Pavitr

Bird of Paradise. Pav is full of joy and freedom. With a go-with-the-flow attitude. Hes kind and caring.

Hobie

Amaryllis flower. It means pride and strength. He’s resilient and always look for others and for his friends. He challenge authority and make sure everyone is safe and not put down.

Margo

Zinnia flower. She’s a good friend, smart, funny, and fashionable.

Jessica

Tiger Lily. She’s prideful, strong, and powerful. She take things head on and get the job done. A cool mom too.

Ben

a Gladiolus flower. He’s strong, prideful, and have moral integrity. He’s also kind and helpful.

LYLA

LYLA remind me of Daisies. She’s fun and playful. Daisies represent cheerfulness and new beginnings.

Miguel

Butterfly Weed. the flower mean of having to let go of your loved ones, to let go of grief. He’s also like a Wolfsbane flower, cautious and a bit misanthrope.

Earth 42 Miles

42 Miles from a different universe. He’s sad and hurting. He’s a Dandelion, a person full of growth and hope. But also like a Red Poppy; he want a peaceful future and is are very consoled.

Miles

A sunflower! He’s cheerful, determined, and is optimistic.

[employee1618152017]

[The anon quietly strolls over to the bouquet you received earlier, they seem to be the one who gave it to you. They pick it up and trying putting on a calm smile.]

“Ya know, I chose these flowers for specific reasons beyond looking pretty together.”

[They cup each flower they talk about gently as they explain.]

“The amaryllises represent strength and determination, the clematises represent intuitiveness and cleverness.”

“And of course, the lilies represent good fortune. They’re often given as a symbol of good wishes.”

[After making sure they didn’t damage any of the flowers. They look back at you. They kneel down next to you, but try and give you space.]

“You endured hell twice, first the elevator and now this damn cubicle, that’s impressive buddy.”

“I know I can’t easily break down your walls, lord knows I’m not a wrecking ball when it comes to comfort either. Heh.”

[They chuckle to themselves before pausing, trying to organize their thoughts.]

“…obviously I can’t speak for everyone, but most of us do genuinely want the best for you. Sometimes we just don’t know the best way to show it.”

“We believe in you buddy.”

[They pause once again, before they take something out of hammerspace. They slip a name tag on the floor. They also place a sharpie on top.]

“Whenever you feel comfortable, or well… have hands again-“

“This nametag may beat your curse of always getting interrupted when you say your name, hopefully at least.”

“Feel free to tell us your name, or whatever you wish to be called. Let us try and treat you with respect, like a friend.”

[They get up, about to leave.]

“And just remember,

someone out there really cares about you.”

> [You listen quietly to their words]

> [You’re afraid of them, you can’t help it]

> [You keep getting better only to break again]

> [Once you’re sure they’ve left, you hesitantly take the pen and name tag]

> [You don’t ever want to forget who you are, you keep your name held close so you never do]

> [But telling someone your name would make you so much more vulnerable..]

> [You put the items back down]

> [Perhaps if you were like an amaryllis, you’d be braver]

> [If you were like a clematis, then you’d know how to hide]

> [If you were like a lily, then you wouldn’t need to in the first place]

> [Maybe if you were stronger, you won’t be scared to tell them your name]

[razzle-zazzle]

Whumptober Day 23: Forced Choice

Public Display + "I'm doing this for you."

2326 Words; Discolored

TW for mind control, loss of autonomy, emotional abuse

AO3 ver

“Hold still, Guppy.”

Branch rolled his eyes as Bella repeated the same warning, claw polish brush held in her paw. His paw rested in hers on the table, his claws spread wide so she could paint over the chipped pink paint with bright silver. Branch had fought her on this, consistently pulling his paws away the moment she had brought out the bottle of polish—

And Bella had ended the argument with a snap of her fingers and activation of the bracelet, forcing Branch to hold his paws out and let her paint his claws.

The bracelet was no longer active, now—but Branch wasn’t stupid enough to make the same mistake twice.

“We took turns naming all of you.” Bella commented, painting the last of Branch’s claws. “I named Dory and Clay, and Daffy named Spruce and Floyd.” She blew on Branch’s claws, capping the bottle of polish. “I never actually got to name you, though—Dory had chased us off before your egg hatched.”

“Fascinating.” Branch commented, scathing. He really wanted to smack his paw against something, smear the bright silver painted over the pink Poppy had painted on months ago—

(the pink that Branch had been hoping to get touched up soon—)

But he knew that if he tried, Bella would probably just use the bracelet to hold him still while repainting them all over again.

Bella hummed as she put the polish away, either not catching or not caring about Branch’s sarcasm. “I would’ve named you Robin.” She continued, grabbing blush. “For your blue shell, and the way it made me think of the snatches of the sky between the bars of the cage.”

Branch shifted uncomfortably. Reminders of the Troll Tree during the days of Trollstice always put a bitter taste in the back of his throat. And his parents had spent the majority of their lives in that caged tree, so unlike his short four years—

“I still think Lily would have been the better name.” Daffy commented, as Bella started applying the blush—as though the fur dye wasn’t enough. “My sweet Belody here was named for Atropa belladonna, and you’d have been named for Amaryllis belladonna if Dory hadn’t chased us off—”

“Dear,” Bella cautioned, “It wasn’t your turn.” She finished up with the blush, leaning back to survey her work while Branch fought the urge to slam his face against the table.

“At least my names had a theme.” Daffy sniffed. He started waving his paws as he spoke, “We could have had Juniper, Spruce, Chrysanthemum, Floyd, and Lily, but nooooo,” his tail smacked the floor, “you just had to go and name our sons after fish and dirt!”

Bella scoffed, makeup forgotten as she whirled around to face Daffy. “Oh, please! The individuality of John Dory, Storm, Clay, Firefly, and Robin would have been so perfect for differentiating them as boy band members—” Her tail lashed out, forcing Branch to duck under it as it swiped past, “but noooo, someone just had to want all plant names!”

“All plant names would have tied the family together!” Daffy argued, leaning in close.

“Elemental names would have worked better for branding!” Bella argued back, her face inches away from Daffy’s. They glared at each other, tails lashing as they pressed in close—

Branch ducked away the moment their lips met, pointedly not looking at where his parents were furiously making out. “I hate it here.” He muttered, wondering if he’d manage to make it to the door without either of them noticing.

Probably not, given his luck.

+=+=+=+=+

“Now, remember the steps, and don’t mess up.” Bella reminded, adjusting Branch’s sunglasses. “And make sure to sing your heart out!” She added, finally deciding that the sunglasses were to her liking.

“Aren’t you just going to control me with that bracelet?” Branch asked. He felt heavy, weighed down by the dye and makeup and fancy vest and pants he had been dressed up in. He didn’t want to be paraded around—but Bella was literally right next to him, bracelet wrapped firmly around her wrist. There was no way he could run now.

“Two minutes to show time!” Daffy announced, taking a peak out onstage. He pulled back, waving his paw in a so-so motion. “Crowd could be bigger…”

“Well, it is his first show.” Bella commented, grabbing Branch by the shoulders to turn him this way and that, looking for any last-minute adjustments she’d need to make. “Our little superstar will be drawing in crowds once they’ve heard him sing.” She booped Branch’s nose, making him recoil and bare his teeth at her. “Once they hear that ‘falsetto made of gold’, they’ll be buying tickets in droves!” She giggled, reaching for Branch’s tail to adjust the bracelet she had put on the end—replacing the bracelet Poppy had given him.

“That’s right!” Daffy crowed, smacking Branch on the back encouragingly. Branch stumbled forwards, and Daffy slung his arm over Branch’s shoulders. “You’re gonna do just perfect, Sprout!”

“Wonderful.” Branch grit out. Maybe he should try running for it; if he made enough of a scene they might cancel the show—

“One minute to showtime!” Bella called out, bracelet lighting up. Branch seized as all the threads in his body went taut, his own bracelet tightening around his wrists. She pushed him towards the curtain, his legs unwillingly walking him over there, and gave his hair one last once-over with the comb.

“Alright, folks!” Daffy announced via a megaphone, “It’s time for the show you paid for! Get your hair and paws ready for Robiiinnnnn Lilyyyyyyyyyy!” The audience cheered, and Branch took a moment to look at the crowd—maybe fifty or seventy Trolls at most. Which actually was pretty small. It looked like it was mostly Pop Trolls, with the occasional Rock or Funk in the crowd.

The music started up, and Branch took the stage, body moving along to the tug and pull of the strings. His mouth opened of Bella’s accord, and he started to sing. “I was there to witness / Candace’ inner business,” He followed the dance exactly as it had been rehearsed, no room for error in the way he was being puppeted. “She wants the boys to notice / her hairbows and harmonies.” He spun, tail flicking to the beat. “She was educated / but could not count to ten / now she’s got lots of different verses / from lots of different men.” Every note ripped from his throat was agony, layering over itself until Branch felt too hoarse to possibly be singing as well as he was. “And I say: liberate your sons and daughters!”

I’m not here willingly! Liberate ME!

“The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water.”

I’m caged! I’m caged inside my own damn body!

Surely there was something in his eyes giving that away, right? Or even just the fact that he was doing this, this whole performance thing, with Poppy nowhere in sight—that had to be a big enough clue that something was wrong, right?

“You can get some / when they give it / nothing’s sacred, but it’s a living!” It felt like his face was going to split apart, skin stretched too wide around his grin. He didn’t miss a step as he danced, and the audience cheered as he hit the chorus.

“Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low!” Branch was singing his heart out, like Bella had told him too—completely against his will. “Got no self esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!”

Was… was this song about Poppy? This wasn’t the first time Branch had wondered, but it wasn’t like he could do anything else while his body and voice kept going at Bella’s command. It better not be about Poppy—Branch might actually need to whittle a stick to stab his mother with if it was. “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close / got a hurricane at the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candyyyy~” The music slowed down a bit, and Branch’s dancing slowed to match. Then—

“Ring a ring of roses / whoever gets the closest,” The music picked up as the second verse hit—the audience was really excited, now, dancing in tune with the beat like they couldn’t quite help it—which they probably couldn’t. It was a deep-seated nature to dance along; Branch had long struggled to bury that urge during his gray years. “She comes and she goes / as the war of the roses. // Father was a victim / Mother played the system / By dancing quick to Mixton / and singing songs to children.”

Wait. Wasn’t Mixton a district in the Troll Tree? Was this song about Bella? Oh, ewww, now that Branch could see the connection it was so clearly a love song. Not the nicest of love songs, but Branch had seen enough of his parents to know that this was right up Daffy’s alley. Hairdammit.

Can’t you see I’m not having fun? He wanted off this rollercoaster ride!

“Liberate your sons and daughters! / The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water!” One might wonder how Branch had never realized what this song was about before now. The answer was simple: he’d pointedly ignored the words that Bella forced him to sing. “As you will / she’ll be the whole of her love,”

And also he didn’t want to know what garbage his parents were making him belt out—but it was hard not to focus on the words here, when ignoring them or the dance meant focusing on the crowd of Trolls watching him be puppeted around in front of them like it was normal—

“And if it don’t feel good,” It didn’t! Every part of Branch’s body hurt from being wrenched around by the strings! “What are you doing it for?” He was only doing this because his body and voice weren’t his own right now!

“Now tell me: hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” Oh, Troll, the audience was eating this up, as though Branch wasn’t about to cry—not that he could, with the damned strings tugging at his face and pulling it into a grin. “Hey, ho! Here she goes!” The audience was gleefully singing along, now, the whole small theater filled with a chorus chanting, “Either a little too loud / or a little too close / got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The music didn’t quite slow down, and neither did Branch, his tail keeping the beat as the song continued.

“Liberate your sons and daughters! The cage is high / but in the hole there’s water! / As you will, she’ll be the whole of her love—”

C’mon, please, why can’t you realize—

But it didn’t matter. None of the audience could see past the grin on Branch’s face. They sung along instead, enjoying the music as any Troll would, getting so revved up that Branch wanted to curl up in a hole and cry.

“—and if it don’t feel good / what are you doing it for?” As long as that bracelet clung to Branch’s wrist, his body and voice weren’t his own. The notion would make him feel sick if he didn’t already want to vomit.

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” Hair above, Branch felt fake.

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” Like some cheap little doll—

“What are you doing it for? / What are you doing it for?” —doing a cheap little dance.

“What are you doing it for?” Troll, Branch wished he wasn’t doing it at all.

“What are you doing it for?” Branch’s tail slapped the stage as the bridge transitioned into the refrain one last time— “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy! / Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close! / Got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The song was nearing its end now—it couldn’t come fast enough. “Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too high / or a little too low! / Got no self-esteem and vertigo / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy! / Hey, ho! Here she goes! / Either a little too loud / or a little too close! / Got a hurricane in the back of her throat / ‘cause she thinks she’s made of candy!” The music finally wound down entirely, the audience cheering and clapping as Branch bowed against his will. At least it was over—no, wait, Daffy was lifting the megaphone again and the bracelet was still active—

“Amazing!” Daffy crowed, the general enthusiasm of the audience. “But Robin Lily’s no one-genre hack!” The crowd got a little less enthusiastic as confusion took place. Daffy simply continued, voice carrying across the little theater, “Pop is fantastic, of course! But it’s not the only kind of music, is it?” The Pop Trolls nodded in confused agreement, while the Funk and Rock were a little louder. “No, it’s not! But Robin Lily sees no need to stick to one genre!” Daffy’s voice picked up as Bella slinked onstage to hand a guitar to Branch, who slung the strap over his shoulder at her command, “SO LET’S HEAR SOME ROCK’N’ROLL! YEAHHHHH!”

The music picked up again, the beat heavier, harsher. Branch’s paws found their way to the guitar, pick suddenly in hand, his mouth opening up to sing—

Oh. Oh no. And of course, none of the audience realized he wasn’t doing this willingly—

The song started, and Branch sang perfectly, playing his guitar like he’d been born to play it.

He didn’t have any other choice.

[kaiserkisser]

Hello Skylia! I hope youve been well <33!! I just wanted to ask what your favorite flowers are! <3 :3

HELLO VIVIII <3333 And ive been great, thank u for asking 🩷🩷

oh! well, i do particularly love hyacinths (esp purple omg theyre SO pretty) and hoya bells, although amaryllis, jasmine and lilies are really pretty too! :333 what about you? take care vivii <33

[stardstschlar]

@jukudoku asked: amaryllis : what is something or someone that your muse takes pride in ? how do they express that pride ? belladonna : how does your muse respond to silence ? do they take comfort in soundlessness , or seek to fill the void with noise ? lily : how does your muse view their mother ?

Jotaro takes pride in very few things. One being his completion for his bachelor's to get his PhD in Marine Biology. The other being that his daughter is free by her own hand, and she's come such a long way in her short life. Though, he's not one to really express emotions or anything of the sort, but he gives praise where it is due - this is how he expresses his pride.

Silence is something he often prefers over being around loud and obnoxious. Sometimes, though, when he's going through a really rough day he tends to seek out the noise just to fill the void and have some sort of sense of normalcy.

As a teen, he had seen her as a push-over, someone who would constantly get talked over, walked all over etc. A lot of the times, Holly's carelessness often put him on edge and would upset him. She was his rock for most of his life, but hated seeing how others would easily just walk all over her. He cares for his mother, deeply, even though he doesn't always show it in the most positive way. When he's an adult, Jotaro shows more respect for her and begins to show her a bit more care than he had when he was younger.

[ask-sibverse]

Do You Think We Can Have A List Of All The Characters Of Sibverse? Could Just Name Them Without Saying Who They Are If Its Spoilery.

Ehhhhhhhh nicknames aren't spoilers. At least not enough for me to care. Warning: this is gonna be LONG. (Side note: a chunk of these are not present in the harem AU and said timeline has additional characters unique to that timeline) (Other note: this is the characters who appear by name more than twice, or ship kids. There are a handful beyond this that I haven't listed because they do not appear often enough)

Main: Nox (Nightmare), Reve (Dream), Splat (Ink), Error, Blue, Killer, Dust, Axe, Cross, Mari (butterfly!Frisk), Reaper, Fresh

Celestialverse: Nova (Nightmare), Star (Dream), Glass (Ink), BH/Black Hole (Error), Tomb (Reaper), Sin/Singularity (Fresh), Cosmo (Blue), Orion (Killer), Pyxis (Dust), Vega (Axe), Cyrus (Cross), Xara/Neo (X!Cross), Moon (SPOILERS but is a Papyrus), Angel (SPOILERS), Scifi (Fell!Sci)

Ukiyoverse: Kage (Nightmare), Yume (Dream), Aoi (Blue, although he's dead but is mentioned often), Iro (Ink), Erā (Error), Yami (Reaper), Shinsen (Fresh), Kira (Killer), Hokori (Dust), Hōra (Axe), Kōsa (Cross), Kyara (X!Chara), Jūi (swap!Chara and bitty doctor), Yuki (Elementale!Sans), Kumo (Elementale!Paps)

Floralverse: Belladonna/Bella (Nightmare), Daisy (Dream), Camellia/Cam (Ink), Stargazer (Error), Gladiolus/Gladi (Reaper), Daffodil (Life), Bluebell/Blue (Blue), Tiger Lily/Tiger (Red), Amaryllis/Amy (Killer), Dark Eyes/Dark (Dust), Cornflower/Corn (Axe), Black Knight/Knight (Cross), Catmint/Cat (X!Frisk), Devil (X!Gaster), Flannel (therapist!Sans)

Softverse: Anxy/Angry (Nightmare), Comfy (Dream), Acrylic (Ink), Buff (Blue)

Fellverse: Dagger (Nightmare), Knuckles (Dream), Lighter (Ink), Claymore (Error, he's fucking HUGE), Bastard (Cross), Filler (Killer), Ashes (Dust), Famine (Axe)

Mythverse: Lunar (Nightmare), Solar (Dream), Cura (Ink), Odin (Error), Hades (Reaper)

Witchverse: Morpheus/Morph (Nightmare), Pyrite (Dream), Limestone/Lime (Ink), Necro (Error), Veles (Reaper), Teacher, Arachne, Charcoal, Aphrodia (Lust!Sans)

Timeverse: Dusk (Shattered!Dream), Dawn (Nightmare), Emo (colorblind!Ink), Cocoa (Error), Azure (Blue), Judge (Red)

Swapdream: Swad, Swan (I swear, if I need to tell you who these are...)

Merverse: Silver (Nightmare), Gold (Dream), Abalone (Ink), Arsenic (Error), Anemone (Reaper), Geno, Copper (Killer), Mercury (Dust), Iron (Axe), Cobalt (Cross)

Lostverse: Yami/Crescent (Nightmare, ik we have multiple Yami's they don't interact), Hikari (Dream), Sumi (Ink), Error (does not leave his verse), Grandpa (Reaper), Palette, Paperjam/PJ, Goth, Killer, Dust, Horror, Psych (child therapist!Sans)

Doodlesphere (it is a floating Doodlesphere in the Antivoid, no longer connected to any specific multiverse): Lee, Obsi, Shard/Core (ANOTHER shattered!Dream), Coder (Shard's Ink), Melody

Sanctuary: Pendulum/Penny

Ship Kids: StarXGlass (Nebby/Nebula, Andromeda), MariXNox (Moth, Morpho), SPOILER (Hope), CamXScifi (Ayame, Kiku, Sakura), ShardXLee (Ume, Sissy/Rubi), Comfy/Acrylic/Buff (Graphite, Compass), YumeXYuki (Joy), KumoXBSP (Suta), CoderXGold (Shimmer, Rain, Lotus), CoderXKage (Kairo), BellaXAnxy (Lavender), OdinXSilver (Loki), DaisyXKnuckles (Gerbera, Anemone), ShardXLee (Walnut), ShardXArsenic (Neodymium, Amberina)