#but like exotic plants just die around her

[scham-wcan]

Winter: Ashes, do you think I’m a good mum?

Cinder, choking on coffee:

Cinder: A GOOD WHAT?

Winter, sadly: A good mum! Look at all my plants, they don’t live longer than a week anymore!

Cinder: Oh.. oh brother give me strength…

[aubreysheadspace]

Hello! This is my first time requesting something like this so I’m a little bit nervous <:3 But anyway can I request the omori faraway gang (including Mari) with a partner who is just in LOVE with snakes. Like they have several snakes at home, both big and small. She knows all these facts about snakes and how to take care of them. Just a reader who absolutely loves sneks :3

MAIN CAST WITH A READER WHO LOVES SNAKES

OMG SNAKES LOOK SO COOL but I’m absolutely terrified of them honestly . THIS REQUEST IS CUTE THOUGH??? hope u enjoy ! (Spoiler alert: they’re all a bit afraid)

this man SUNNY has definitely never seen a snake personally, i mean he has no reason to after all, he lives in a town! either way he’s probably afraid of them without even realizing it

once he visits your room full of snakes.. he doesn’t move from his place. he’s petrified. you might need to help him walk from his spot at the front of your door.

conclusion: he’s never coming over, which sucks but hey, the man’s afraid after all. sure he had a snake give him daily allowance in his HEADSPACE, but that was in his mind!

AUBREY grew up in FARAWAY TOWN, so she also had no experience with a snake. nobody owned a pet snake until you moved into town (last time i checked). she always listened to when you spoke facts about snakes.

it was weird that you knew so much, she clearly didn’t take the hint that you probably owned one. so when she came over one day… let’s just say AUBREY saw the life flash before her eyes. (exaggeration)

conclusion: she was TERRIFIED at first, but of course you let her know your snakes weren’t venomous. at one point she even held a tiny snake in her hands, until she got too frantic and tried to shake it off. she’s also not letting them around her pet BUN-BUN at all, her bunny is not food for your snakes!

BASIL is a fond of all animals just like he is with plants, but snakes and other scarier animals are just.. scary to him. they are fun to read about.. but to actually meet one in person? he’d die from a heart attack for sure.

even thought that’s the case, he loves hearing all about your snake facts! your conversations are like a deal being made. you give snake facts, and in return basil gives you plant facts. it’s a win-win on both ends. so when he finally comes over and meets all of your snakes..

conclusion: he fainted, well almost. he tried to keep it cool but flinched at every one of them that tried to move. eventually he starts calming down and sees that they’re kinda cute! just.. just don’t ask him to feed them with a dead animal or he’ll actually pass out.

while KEL moved to FARAWAY TOWN when he was just a kid, he had grown accustomed to the town and never expected to meet any strange wild animals. if he did, he would totally go, "woah look! a cool looking bear!"

KEL loves when you rant to him about the snake facts you have up your sleeves! he thinks snakes are so cool and awesome, it’s like he doesn’t even think he’s gonna meet any..! until the day you invited him over.

conclusion: give him time to process the many snakes in your room. he’s gonna think they’re so cool! he definitely the type who goes up to one of them in their glass tank and taps the glass to say, "hey little guy!"

HERO is probably a guy who would pass out the minute he sees an wild animal roaming the streets. thankfully he never had to deal with an exotic animal in his life until.. you came along!

he’s a guy who would ask questions about the things a person is interested in, and would allow them to ramble, so of course he does it with you and your wild facts about snakes! when you asked him to come over, he doesn’t mind and happily says yes! i mean, what could go wrong?

conclusion: you might’ve just given him a new fear. spiders are still his number one enemy but snakes might be in his top 20. of course he tries to like them for your sake but.. it’s hard for him when they’re constantly making noises at him like they wanna bite him..

MARI is someone who’s a fan of regular pets like a cat than exotic ones like a snake. she doesn’t judge though, because it’s MARI after all! you can talk to her about anything and she would always listen!

so of course when you talk about snakes with her, she loves all the snake facts you bring to the table. she’ll even surprise you with a snake fact the next day, she researched it in hopes you enjoyed it! even after all this, she never expected you to actually have snakes in your house until the day she came over..

conclusion: she’s very … flinchy around your snakes at first, so you might wanna help her with that. eventually she’ll grow to love your snakes and start to think they’re adorable the more she focuses on their cute face!

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Fluttering wings

I visited a butterfly exhibit a while ago and I returned with brain worms.

This ficlet is a nod to one of my favorite chapters (Chapter 23) from one of my all time favorite fics, Ghost of Mine. I cannot recommend it enough, you guys give it a read, it's more than worth it!

A new chapter was uploaded just today, so go check it out!

Onto the ficlet!

A-Yuan had been raving about the butterfly exhibit to be displayed the local nature museum ever since he heard of it during a commercial break on the radio. Wei Wuxian had picked him up from school that day and, as they listened to music in the car - their little tradition to scream out songs to make the noon traffic more bearable - their favorite radio station played an announcement of an exotic butterfly exhibit temporarily taking a stop at the life sciences museum that weekend.

Given that butterflies happened to be the little one's favorite insects, and that Wei Wuxian could never tell him no when he used his widest, wettest puppy eyes, they arrived home with plans already set up for the next Saturday. It would be just the perfect way to spend the day together, pulling Lan Wangji into it as well - he had been working so hard lately, helping his brother run their family business after his long mental health break, that a day away from all those emails and phone calls could only be beneficial.

Expectedly, a lot of people had decided to spend their weekend the same way - so on the day of the exhibit, the queue was long and the spirits high despite the long wait.

The butterfly enclosure was a wide, glass greenhouse covered in vines and potted plants of varying sizes, as well as realistic branch twigs for the butterflies to hang onto. There were a few aquarium-shaped glass boxes for butterflies to rest in, fruit and fresh flowers awaiting them there. It looked magical, the way the colorful butterflies flitted about, dancing around the enclosure and around each other.

One of the caretakers noticed A-Yuan's starry eyes as he followed out the butterflies and handed him a large piece of orange.

"Hold this in your palm, and the butterflies will come to you." She said, with a smile. "The blue ones especially like citrus. They're called Giant Blue Morphos, because they grow so big!"

A-Yuan listened intently, and did as told, outstreching his palm for the butterflies to notice the treat.

In no time at all, a large, bright blue butterfly landed gracefully onto the orange slice, wings fluttering as if in excitement as it fed. Next to it, another species fluttered its wings to land, the black on them dotted with red and white markings.

"That is called a Red Admiral Butterfly." The caretaker explained. "This one and this Giant Blue Morpho specimen seem to have bonded, so where one is, the other is guaranteed to follow."

"Oh, just like baba and a-die!"

Lan Wangji's ears dusted pink as Wei Wuxian laughed. Indeed, just like them!

The butterflies flew away together a few seconds later and the caretaker showed A-Yuan where to place the orange slice for the other butterflies to find. Then, taken by the child's enthusiasm, she continued pointing out various species of butterflies to him.

"That one," she pointed towards a lone butterfly resting on a nearby branch, purple accents shining on its wings, "is called an Agathina Emperor. It lives in the Amazon rainforest, and it is our only purple colored butterfly. We are waiting for a female to be sent to us so he finally gets a girlfriend!"

"We also know of someone purple that needs a girlfriend." Wei Wuxian told Lan Wangji, who couldn't help a small laugh.

"And this one," the caretaker spoke as a light blue butterfly landed on her finger, "is a Northern Azure butterfly. He's one of my favorites, he's really social and whenever someone that's sad or upset in any way is around, he lands on their nose!"

The butterfly floated from the woman's finger on A-Yuan's, who took to admiring it intently.

"You can look around, take pictures and whatnot, enjoy the exhibit as much as you like! I have to go back to work, but if you have any questions, let me know!"

"Ok, thank you!" A-Yuan replied, very politely, earning a head pat from Lan Wangji in appreciation.

And so the woman returned to tending to the enclosure, while the family of three walked around, pointing towards the beautiful insects.

A shining flutter of wings suddenly caught Wei Wuxian's eye just as he was about to make a joke about uncle Lan Qiren being more like an old moth than a butterfly.

The little thing flew around Wei Wuxian, shining but transparent, like it was made of lace and sunlight. A closer look revealed it looking more like an origami butterfly, its markings spelling something unreadable. The butterfly then landed atop A-Yuan's head, batting its wings thrice, slowly.

Wei Wuxian blinked in the same rhythm, subconsciously and distant, faded images evoked in his mind - a dark plave, a tree stump, a child, a battle, a cave, a sword, please save him, I'm sorry and... thank you

There was a comforting hand placed onto Wei Wuxian's shoulder, and he recognizes it as his husband's, his voice soft though worried. "Wei Ying?"

He blinked away those images, the sounds ringing into his ears as they seemed to move further away until they became inaudible, and he shook his head as if to rid of them. "I'm fine, I'm fine... I just saw..."

But there was no sign of the odd butterfly that Wei Wuxian had seen, try as he might have to look for it. None of the insects flying about looked like it, and the little labels describing information about the species in the exhibit had no pictures similar to it.

Perhaps that wasn't a butterfly that lived there.

Perhaps it wasn't even a butterfly at all.

But whatever it had been, Wei Wuxian could only hope it found what it was looking for.

[elliemarchetti]

Instinct

The follow up to Habit Rouge, or the actual Halloween party, in Eris’s POV.

I stole LoA’s name from @andrigyn's A Swing in the Dark, check it out if you haven’t already because it’s very good, just like everything she does.

Plot: Eris recognizes Nesta’s scent at the party.

Warnings: no beta, we die like heroes.

Words: 3049

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The music was strangely to his taste, nothing like the electronic crap that nowadays played on the radio wherever he went. For too many years the mortals had depended on technology for everything they did, and the absence of a DJ in favour of live music only served to demonstrate they weren’t welcome at the event. Whoever the organizer was, they certainly weren’t Eris’s age, or they would’ve preferred strings and trumpets to guitars and drums, but he knew how to find satisfaction in what he was given, especially considering the chaos of bodies moving on the improvised dancefloor.

With all those werewolves around, the smell wasn't really the best, and soon the stench of sweat would overtake those of the expensive essences the witches had doused themselves with, but even then, he would bear it, if only to find someone to spend that night of revelry with. It was his last lover who invited him, a witch from New Orleans with long white hair and deep blue eyes, the same shade as the ocean on hot summer days. Appropriate, considering her specialty was water manipulation. He could see her among the patrons of the bar, together with her brother and cousin. To the casual eye, they could all have been mistaken for twins, their features so similar and exotic. The oldest of them had his muscular arm around the shoulders of a middle-aged woman, and judging by the adoring smiles he flashed her from time to time, she must’ve been his partner. In the human world, in the broad daylight he had to avoid for centuries, such an attitude would certainly have caused a stir, but here it was normal, encouraged even. After all, although the sorcerer looked twenty-five at best, he must’ve been at least four times older. Surprisingly, Eris too felt his actual age on that chilly night.

He was born in Spain during a violent period, on a year in which freedom was only a distant memory and you couldn’t trust your neighbour, the risk of being sold to the Inquisition as Jew out of mere envy so high that one barely allowed distant family members to visit. The matter shouldn’t have affected him, the Vanserras were fervent Catholics, and it hadn’t, until Eris turned thirteen. He still remembered vividly the day he found out his mother was pregnant for the seventh time. His father had organized a sumptuous banquet, and had announced the happy news with such satisfaction Eris almost feared he wanted to demonstrate to the guests how active he still was in the nuptial bed. Lucien was born the following year, and despite the mild winter, the blood of the maids who had assisted Lady Vanserra during the birth must’ve run cold. The child had auburn hair, and eyes of the same russet as his mother, but his skin was noticeably darker than that of his brothers, so much so that the whispers he was a half Moor reached Eris’s tutor, who was engaged in a lesson with the three oldest children, before they arrived to Beron’s ears.

“Are you sure?” the man asked under his breath, and although the other two students had taken advantage of the opportunity to distract themselves from their books, Eris listened attentively.

“Half Maghreb, I swear,” the woman replied, before disappearing back into the corridors of the villa. They called it the Forest House, and although there were various woods in Spain, the name was due to the quantity of fruit trees the founder of the family had planted all around the estate. Acres and acres of land that Eris knew like the back of his hand, an advantage he used to smuggle out the suspiciously silent baby.

“Run,” his mother had told him that night, still covered in dried sweat, holding back tears. “Leave Spain before your father comes back and never return.”

Eris had kept his promise, even when he discovered they’d both been burned alive. Helion hadn’t embraced God, and Lady Vanserra hadn’t regretted having loved him.

How a fourteen-year-old boy had managed to keep a newborn alive could only be explained through the compassion of strangers: he’d met women who had acted as wet nurses, and had been offered all sorts of lucky passages; he’d sold some expensive heirlooms for twice their value, and he’d been hired as a kennel master even though he had no previous experience, just a great love for animals.

They’d reached England, where their aunts still lived, when Lucien had already learned how to properly talk and walk. The two women, younger than their deceased sister, had silently mourned Aureliana’s terrible fate, and at the same time did everything possible to make their nephews forget the horrors they had to endure, but in 1563 the plague reached the gates of London, and with it more suffering came. In that wicked year, Lucien lost his eye, and Eris was initiated into the supernatural in a rather unceremonious way.

Everyone knew the symptoms of the plague, the disease that had wiped out nearly half of Europe's population just two hundred years earlier. High fever, headaches and severe weakness were only the first of a long list of ailments that led to almost certain death, and when aunt Drusilla began to suffer from them without apparent relief despite the compresses and treatments her family subjected her to, the only reasonable solution was quarantine. Although it didn’t happen so often, it wasn’t unusual for some members of the same household to get sick and others not, but when the terror reached its peak, and the woman stopped sleeping because of the nausea, officers dresses in long black tunics, with thick leather gloves and masks that still populated Eris’s nightmares, showed up at their door to drag her to the lazaret. Lucien had tried to oppose, to place himself between the bedchamber of the woman who acted as mother and father for him, but someone had drawn his sword, and before Eris could intervene, a long red gash had opened on his brother’s face. The deep cut ran from above his eyebrow almost to his chin, and although they managed to stop the resulting heavy bleeding, Lucien didn’t wake up for days. Seeing his little brother, the one for whom he’d risked his life so many years ago, fighting between life and death had pushed him to extremes he never thought he would reach, and in the middle of the night he’d brought a doctor of ill repute to his room, without the knowledge of his grieving aunt. The man was deathly pale, with deep dark circles surrounding his pitch-black eyes. He spoke with a heavy accent, and something in his movements seemed ancient, dating back to times when there weren’t abundant wealth and urban centres teeming with life, but remote villages and a life marked by the alternation of the seasons. He warned him that he would have to pay dearly for his brother’s recovery, and that Lucien would no longer be able to lead a normal existence.

“A solitary life, with an insatiable thirst,” he concluded, after which he laughed at his determination to stay by his side despite everything.

“You would die, and you will do it long before he goes back to being who you now call brother,” he’d warned, so Eris asked if there was no way to follow him on that path, to condemn himself too, if this would serve to help him.

“It's possible,” the doctor confirmed, “but you'll have to pay double.”

The price to reduce his existence to the shadow of what could’ve been, to be dominated by predatory instincts that scratched his chest and broke his ribs if they weren’t indulged, started with the blood of two servants. Eris had sent for them on a plausible pretext, and then watched the doctor drain them as if they were tasty glasses of fine wine, no emotion in his eyes. Soon he too learned how thrilling the taste of healthy people could be, and how bitter that of the sick and the drug addicts was.

For almost fifty years, Lucien hadn’t forgiven him for that choice. It was too much, death preferable to damnation. Eris had told him that he could choose his own path, go out into the sunlight and burn to ashes if that was what he wished for, but at least his conscience was clear and he would know he did everything possible to keep him alive. Over time, his hatred had weakened, and by the beginning of the eighteenth century the roles seemed to have reversed. The habits and customs of the 1700s definitely suited Lucien’s character more than Eris’s, and the long scar had become the protagonist of daring stories that attracted the admiration of men and the adoration of women. Fame obviously proved to be a double-edged sword, making the borders of unified Britain too small for the comely pairing, so they visited the Empire of Denmark and Norway, Sweden, and the ever-expanding Russian lands, from whose territory they witnessed the fall of the Holy Roman Empire and the coronation of Francis II as Emperor of Austria.

In Moscow, Lucien met his first love. Jesminda was a former serf, a poor woman hardened by work and the constant cold that characterized her homeland. She didn’t care that Lucien was a vampire, nor did he care about the dirty looks they were given when they walked the fancier streets, but her family soon forbade her from seeing a man she wasn’t married with, and since there was no way for Lucien to enter a church without perishing, he had to abandon her. More than Eris himself, who knew very little of love at the time, it was Vasilisa Melentyeva who consoled him. Sixth wife of Tsar Ivan the Terrible, after her husband sent her to a monastery to forget about her and have the freedom to remarry, she fled, resolute in not watching life pass before her eyes, only to end up in the hand of a Death God who first trapped her under the ice of Lake Baikal, and then, when he’d grown tired, cursed her to live the daily hours as a flaming bird, so she could act as a reminder of his immense powers for the growing supernatural population. After a quarter of a millennium, and with the impossibility of communicating when most of the people were awake, Vasilisa found it extremely difficult to adapt to the innovations that had radically changed the daily life she remembered, but in the end she succeeded, and the meeting with a heartbroken Lucien had solidified her will to live.

The latest addition to the bizarre group of redheads, and the one who broke the pattern with his brown hair, had been a sarcastic witch hunter whose soul had been trapped in a disturbing ring decorated with his own eye. The maker of said piece of jewellery had a history with the guy, he killed her sister during a previous job, but Eris pitied the finding he made at the end of the 19th century, and since he needed a specific set of skills to reconstruct a body, he, Lucien and the beautiful Vassa moved to France in hope to win over the leader of a renowned Aquitaine congregation. Grateful for what they did for him, and without any ties to his previous home, Jurian remained with them, discovering to his horror he was unable to age. Immortal and immutable were the only adjectives the magical community had managed to use to describe him, aggravating the quartet’s need to move whenever the local population became suspicious.

In 1915, at the outbreak of the First World War, two vampires, a recently reborn phoenix and a human frozen in time boarded the hold of a merchant ship and fled to America, landing in New York together with tens of thousands of Bulgarian, Greek and Romanians refugees. It was there that their paths parted, and nor for lack of love for each other, but because Eris simply wanted a retired life, far from suffering and prejudice, while Lucien and Jurian aspired to carry on Vassa’s desire to help those in need by bringing a smile and a moment of relief.

It was only much later, after the war ended and the Twenties started to roar, that Eris saw their performance for the first time. The Band of Exiles hid their peculiarities in plain sight, so Lucien, who certainly couldn’t die from a bad fall, was now an improvised acrobat, Queen Vasilisa was a bird of rare plumage and Jurian her tamer, who guided her through courses made of fire rings and mid-air pirouettes. When the spectators had finally emerged from the tent, and the two brothers had a moment to talk alone, Lucien had admitted that they didn’t earn much from the tickets, but at least they managed to lead a life worthy of being called one.

At the end of the decade, when the Great Depression hit the Unites States like a hurricane, Eris settled in Boston on a semi-permanent basis, buying for a paltry price an apartment that at the time could be considered quite luxurious. Finding clothes and sustenance was certainly not difficult for a vampire, and the long immobility to which he was forced by the scarcity of entertainment and jobs suited for his condition allowed him to claim a small number of victims, who went unnoticed thanks to his refined techniques of corpses concealment.

His favourite hunting area was undoubtedly the Public Garden, a place that exuded magic and attracted both supernatural beings and humans alike. There he’d encountered The Morrigan, who he’d helped escape her homophobic immortal family, and there he also met his first male lover, a friend of the aforementioned who was able to merge with shadows. Their relationship had been brief and passionate, but then Azriel had reunited with his friends waiting for him further south, and he’d never heard from him again. Just when he thought his life had fallen back into a monotonous routine, he saw Nesta, a witch with unearthly beauty and an icy gaze, so good at concealing her nature that he tried to seduce her like a fool in an attempt to feed on her. When she laughed in his face, he’d decided she would be his partner for life, no matter what he had to do. The courtship had been relentless, made of expensive gifts, attentions and promises, and when she’d finally been his, Eris had wondered if the Paradise he’d studied about as a child might not be on earth for those who couldn’t yearn for eternal grace. They’d spend years of pure, unconditional joy, until he talked too much, until he revealed feelings she likely wasn’t ready to face. She’d left him after a wonderful night at the theatre, leaving behind her intoxicating scent and a short note of apology. She’d told him her sister urgently needed assistance, and she would get in touch as soon as possible, but it had never happened, and Eris’s local acquaintances had reported that she’d been engaging in a vulgar affair with a werewolf almost five inches taller than him, with arms as wide as tree trunks.

During the 80’s, the neighbourhood where Eris still resided was raided by a gang of thieves. On a mild spring night, they took from him years of memories and the vast majority of the things belonging to the woman he loved, and although he managed to buy back almost everything in local pawn shops and flea markets, her perfume had disappeared from the fabrics, and with it his hope of reliving the moments spent together. Of the few missing pieces, the one he felt most sad for was the red velvet dress she’d worn on that last evening, the one that left her back bare, just a golden chain dangling down her spine. For a brief moment, Eris though he recognized the bodice among the people moving on the dance floor, but his attention was drawn by a lanky witch who nearly spilled the drinks she was holding on his jacket, and when he turned again, the vision disappeared like a cruel hallucination.

“I’m surprised to find you partying in such an unrefined place,” a familiar voice, one he hadn’t heard in over a hundred years, teased. The last time he encountered Vassa, her tone and body had been that of a child, so different from those of the woman in her sixties who had turned to ash one morning in France instead of taking on her usual bird appearance. Now, in front of him stood a decaying beauty, but the playful twinkle in her blue eyes was always the same. Her skin was no longer as white as the day he met her, but pleasantly tanned, a healthy golden colour that highlighted her refined features, and her hair were of a vibrant shade of red, no white in sight, surely thanks to box hair dye. Next to her, Jurian looked younger than he remembered him, but it must’ve been a simple reflection of the years passing for one and not the other.

“I see only one Queen here,” he replied, before pulling his friends into a quick embrace. With the exception of Vasilisa, his small group wasn’t particularly fond of canonical displays of affection, but given the prolonged distance, it almost seemed obligatory to seek for physical contact, a reminder they were all real and alive.

“Where’s my favourite acrobat?” he asked, scanning the crowd behind them with a hopeful gaze.

“He must’ve lost himself in his witch’s embrace. Elain never seems to tire of the old-time poems he recites at every hour of the day, and he…” Jurian started, but his renowned vulgarity was interrupted when Vassa elbowed him in the ribs. To everyone else, his words may have seemed harsh, but Eris recognized the tenderness in his expression as the same he wore when thinking of his brother.

He was just about to ask them if they were going to stay nearby for a while, when an unmistakable scent hit his nostrils, so intense it stunned him.

Nesta was at that party, and he had every intention of finding her.

[halfawitch-willow]

Does This Look Inanimate To You? ❁ WSoH 4

As the hybrid flower in the restricted greenhouse gets bigger, Willow reaches out to the only person who knows the truth about her magic for help. Takes place on Oct 19th 1 // What Do You Want From Me, Blood? 2 // Someone Tell Lady Luck I’m Stuck Here 3 // Long As You Don’t Make A Habit Out Of It @blight-magic tw: mentions of blood ((we're so back baby~))

WILLOW

Willow was very aware that she was probably pushing her luck.

Aside from the first couple of rough confrontations when Willow first came to Swynlake, Amity had actually been pretty nice. They nodded at each other in the hallways of the dorm, and Willow had offered Amity some of the results of her baking experiments a couple of times. They weren’t nearly as close as they had been as children, but they were friendly.

(Willow had a variety of not-so-great feelings about how Amity only seemed to care about seeing Willow as a person again after they discovered she had magic after all, but Willow would die before confronting them.)

Willow was banking hard on that friendliness right now. After all, Amity was the only person in Swynlake who knew the full truth of who and what she was.

She knocked on the door that had Amity’s name on it, her stomach filled with rotterflies, and when it opened to reveal the familiar sorcerer, Willow just went for it.

“I need your help,” she said in a low voice, hands clasped together in front of her stomach. “There’s something happening at the Garden Grove and Flower isn’t there to help and you’re the only other person who knows. It’s really hard to explain, but if you come with me I can show you.”

AMITY 

Amity had no idea how to be Willow’s friend.

She wanted it. To be clear, she really, really, desperately wanted it, especially right now when it felt like she had no friend at all. She couldn’t talk to Riley anymore– things were too awkward and Amity was still hurt with how Riley had, in the end, not given a shit about her. And Mim was Riley’s roommate. This fact alone made Amity feel like the lines had been drawn and the sides had been picked. And so Amity was alone. She was trapped on an island of her own making. And she didn’t know how to escape from it.

She fantasized about an escape though. She thought about asking Willow if she wanted to get coffee or something, then chickened out. She thought about asking Willow to study with her, and she chickened out. She thought about showing up at Willow’s door and apologizing and begging for her to be her friend again, but– yeah. She chickened out.

Never had Amity ever fantasized that Willow would be the one who showed up at her door, looking desperate.

She blinked rapidly. “What?” she uttered. Then thought to herself: DUDE. Don’t blow this, what the hell?? “I mean, yeah, duh, totally, um– lemme just grab some abominations.” She twisted half-around and whistled. “Hey! Honey, wake up!” 

Squeaking erupted from the top of Amity’s desk as the little mouse-abomination came to life and scampered down. She scrambled up Amity’s jeans and perched on Amity’s shoulder. 

“Okay, cool, we can go.” 

WILLOW

Willow almost collapsed in relief when Amity agreed, instead just letting out the breath she didn't know she was holding and giving Amity a tiny, weary smile."Thank you so much," she said as Amity called for her abomination, an adorable little mouse. 

(If Willow was eight and still Amity's friend, she would have squealed in excitement at the sight of it, cooing at it and complimenting it while Amity giggled and tried not to look too proud.)

(Willow was not eight, so she just noted it and motioned for Amity to follow her.)

She waited until they were out of the dorms to start talking. "So, Flower has a couple of greenhouses behind the shop," she explained quietly. "One of them is just for the more… exotic magical plants we sell. Things you need a license to buy." Technically the Whisperers didn't, but Flower had stopped putting them on the main floor after it caused too many breakups.

"It's actually really interesting," Willow blurted out. "Some of them have variants back home, but they're tamer here." She hadn't been able to tell anyone about her observations yet, and so the chance to do so with the one person who understood was too good to pass up. "I managed to put them all to sleep before I left, so it's perfectly safe in there."

It probably would have been easier to get Amity first and put the flowers to "sleep" after, but the idea of Amity watching her sing lullabies to a bunch of flowers made Willow want to crawl out of her skin and die.

The last person aside from her dads to hear her sing was Skara, and… yeah. Willow didn't sing in front of people anymore.

AMITY 

Amity was gonna try really hard not to nerd out, since this whole thing seemed kind of serious and like she should focus– be the best Blight that she could. But she wanted to nerd out, as Willow started talking about the greenhouses. She had no idea there was something like that in Swynlake! If she’d known, maybe Amity would have actually gone to the Grove, because as it should, she never had. She wasn’t really the flower sort of girl, yanno? Especially since she’d grown up with vampire roses and snapping wolfsbane. She wanted her flowers with teeth. 

Still, Amity was good at hiding her thoughts. So although she wanted to say something like Titan’s breath, REALLY? That’s fire! She simply nodded, showing she was listening. 

She also wanted to say something like, I’m really glad you found a place for your magic. I bet you fit there nicely.

Or even, You sound like you’re enjoying it– the flowers. 

But she didn’t say those things either.

“So what’s going on then? They’re acting up or something?” she asked. 

WILLOW

Willow laughed nervously as they approached the Grove and Willow led Amity down the alleyway to the back. “Not… exactly? The regular flowers are fine.”

When they reached the smaller greenhouse, Willow quickly unlocked the door and ducked her head inside to make sure everything was still as she left it before stepping all the way in and waving Amity in. She walked to the back of the room, passing the raised beds full of ‘sleeping’ flowers that looked shockingly similar to what you would find in a garden back on the Isles. The vampire roses stirred at the smell of a new person, but Willow waved her hand over them without looking away from her goal and they curled back up with a quiet mental grumble.

“The problem is this,” Willow said, stopping in front of the raised bed against the back wall and gesturing to the flower that was rapidly taking over the entire bed.

The hybrid was about the size of a watermelon now, supported on all sides by a shrub of nearly-black leaves. Dark purple vines curled down to the floor, some with wicked-looking vines and some without. It was getting harder and harder to make out the pale Whisperers that had originally been in the bed, the hybrid quickly overtaking them.

When it heard Willow’s voice, the flower opened a little bit, revealing more layers of dark mauve petals. The vines began to move sluggishly, and Willow could feel it waking up.

“Willow?” it asked, using the sleepy, husky version of her own voice.

AMITY 

So…this was the coolest thing that Amity had ever seen.

When she’d entered the greenhouse, her jaw had dropped. Amity didn’t know much about the study of magical plants. Her path had always pointed her in other directions. To her, plant magic was as boring as potion magic. Too easy, certainly for a Blight.

But now Amity thought she ought to eat her words (or, let’s be honest, her parents’ words– they were the ones who disparaged about ninety percent of specialties). Because she’d never seen anything like the hybrid plant that unfurled and then spoke.

Titan’s liver. Was that like, a thing? Could plants talk? Were plants more sentient than she realized? Well, she knew about whisperers but this was…

This was next level. 

“That is… so sick,” said Amity, in awe. “What is it?” She glanced back at Willow. Her once friend had to know, right? “Is it supposed to sound like that?” 

WILLOW

Willow couldn’t help herself, she stood a little straighter and smiled a touch wider at Amity’s obvious awe. Willow had never done anything that had inspired awe before, and certainly never with magic. Even if it was the wrong kind of magic, and even if it hadn’t been entirely intentional, she had done something incredible.

The hybrid picked up on Willow’s good mood and unfurled a little quicker, giggling to itself in a younger Willow’s voice as a thornless vine reached out for Willow and wrapped around her fingers and wrist. “I’m not entirely sure,” Willow confessed, stroking her thumb along the dark vine. “I think it’s a hybrid between a Whisperer and a Vampire Rose,” she said. She pointed to the nearby bed of sleeping roses.

“And it doesn’t just sound like that,” Willow said, looking back at the hybrid with an indulgent smile. “Hi, darling,” she said gently. “Want to show Amity what you can do?”

“Yes!” the hybrid cheered happily, sounding almost exactly like a younger Amity. “Hello, dear!” it said, this time in Gilbert Park’s voice. “It’s nice to see you.”

AMITY: 

Again, Amity watched in awe, her mouth still slightly ajar. The plant reached for Willow like a child reaching for its parent. Instantly, she remembered the night that the demons descended. She remembered the tiny branch of mint in Willow’s hair. She remembered how it had gently stroked Willow’s forehead when she’d been upset.

This was not sorcery. This was not even close to the earth and plant magic that Amity was familiar with. In her mind, sorcerers commanded the elements. But fairy magic…

Fairy magic worked with the element. It was like Willow and the hybrid were one in the same. 

She startled a bit at her own voice– though too young, too foreign. Amity barely recognized it, because it’d been so long since she’d been that person. “That’s hella,” she breathed out. Amity glanced back at Willow, her eyes getting bright and excited. “Seriously, this is so fire! Did you grow this?” 

WILLOW

The hybrid was practically preening at Amity’s reaction, flooding Willow’s head with happy emotions until she couldn’t help her own giggle. Amity’s question brought her back out of the clouds.

“Not intentionally,” she said. Willow held out her hand so Amity could see the faint pink line that was left from when she’d sliced her hand open. “I cut myself while I was watering the flowers and when I came back the next day, this was here, in the exact spot I bled all over. And it’s getting bigger and smarter really fast.”

“Safe,” the hybrid cooed to Willow in Eilonwy’s voice, stroking her wrist, and Willow flushed in embarrassment as it repeated the word in a few different voices of those Willow was starting to get closer to in town. Winston, Edward, Hunter, Tony, Jessica.

“Most flowers communicate mostly with emotion, and even Whisperers can’t respond like this. Plus, it’s part vampire rose. I don’t know if the blood meal is going to be enough if it gets too much bigger. If it wasn’t talking back, I wouldn’t worry about it, but…”

Willow sighed. “I just… I don’t have anyone else I can ask, and you know so much more about advanced magic than I do,” she said. “I know fairy magic isn’t the same, but… thoughts?”

AMITY

Amity wanted to have all the answers. She was supposed to have the answers– she was Amity Blight. But she didn’t. She bit into her lip as she gazed at the plant, watching as it cooed at Willow (almost like Amity wasn’t even there). From what she could remember from the one lesson she was forced to take on magical plants, many were truly sentient– as alive and intelligent as any animal was. These plants had to agree to give you things like sap or their leaves, or else they’d fight back. The alternative was that many sorcerers waited for the plants to die naturally before they collected their parts for potions.

But there was nothing in her textbook about… hybrids. That had to be truly advanced plant magic, right? “I…I really don’t know,” she confessed, blushing all the way to her ears. It was tough for her to admit that. Especially to Willow. “I never took any plant class beyond the introductory course. But if it’s talking, that means it can tell you what it needs, right? Or… I’m guessing you haven’t shown Flower? They might have thoughts about it.” 

WILLOW

Willow knew it was a long shot when she asked Amity, so she wasn’t disappointed by her answer. Honestly, just having someone else know helped. She shook her head to the second question.

“Flower’s back in their Hollow for a while thanks to this whole permit thing,” Willow said, rolling her eyes at the mention of it. “They were kind of pushing their luck and had to bail before they got arrested. I tried texting them, but they warned me that they weren’t going to be able to check their phone very often so I haven’t really gotten a response yet.”

Willow may have been downplaying it a bit to Flower, as well. She liked them a lot, but if the hybrid ended up being a problem, Willow didn’t want to see what would happen when she was no longer on their good side. It wasn’t like any of the authority figures she’d known in the past had been particularly lenient with her mistakes.

She knelt down so she was closer to eye level with the hybrid, smiling warmly at the bud. “You hear her?” she said gently, reaching out to stroke a leaf closer to the bud. Her fingers were flecked with pixie dust from the shop, and the hybrid giggled and blossomed further in response. Willow cupped the bloom in her hands. “You have to tell me what you need, darling.” 

“Yes, Willow,” the hybrid said with a happy giggle, borrowing Willow’s voice once again. “I love you!”

Willow melted at the rush of adoration that flooded her head at the hybrid’s words. “Love you too,” she whispered, giggling at the smooth vines that wrapped around her wrists and fingers and the one that flicked her nose gently. “Okay, knock it off,” she said with a laugh.

AMITY

Amity once again watched Willow and the hybrid, her gaze softening. This is where you belong, Amity thought. And she nearly said it too.

But like always, something held Amity back. She remembered how desperate Willow had been to keep her magic a secret. How she begged Amity not to say anything, as if this was a bad thing. For some reason, Willow might not see the beauty in this like Amity did. Why upset her? This was their like…most normal interaction in years, honestly. There was no blood this time, no demons, no tears, no fire. Willow had even come to her of her own accord. Did she really want to risk screwing that up?

“It looks like the hybrid’s in good hands,” Amity said gently, instead. That seemed…neutral. “I wouldn’t worry too much.” 

WILLOW

Willow looked up at Amity and gave her a small smile. That was something Willow was starting to really take pride in; she would never be the magic user the Isles practically demanded that she be, but she was a damn good gardener. Even before she’d had access to pixie dust.

“It’s not like we’re not used to worse,” Willow said with a small laugh. “There was that Wraithwart patch behind the Grudgby field at Hexside a few years ago, remember? I think it took Professor Fernalise like… eight months to fully smother it. It sent seven kids to the Healing Coven.”

Those seven kids had never been the same after, and most of them jumped to the divination track or dropped out all together.

“You aren’t that scary, are you?” Willow cooed to the hybrid, scrunching up her nose, and the whole bush seemed to wiggle with delight.

AMITY

Amity laughed lightly too. It wasn’t really a memory of her own. It was the sort of thing that troublemakers at Hexside explored. The rumours about the patch scorched through the halls and next came the challenges. I dare you…

Plenty of kids attempted to dare Amity. But dares were beneath a Blight. There had been a small part of Amity who had wanted to go look at the Wraithwart patch anyway– if only to see it.

Or to be included. 

Had Willow gone? That didn’t seem like her. Or…it did– if Amity remembered her old friend who dug for bits of teeth on Lake Lacuna’s shore.

Amity’s gaze lingered on Willow and the hybrid. “I think it’s really cool,” she said it again. “You should…I dunno. Take care of it, see what happens.”

WILLOW

The hybrid fluffed up its petals at Amity’s suggestion, and Willow let out a sigh of relief. She really did like the little flower, but the unknown factor of it all had scared her. She didn’t have many people to turn to ask for help regarding this kind of stuff, after all.

“Yeah, I think that’s probably the best plan,” she said, giving the hybrid one last loving nuzzle before pushing herself back up to her feet. Willow looked at Amity almost shyly before giving her a warm smile. “And… thanks. For coming. It’s nice to have someone to talk to about this stuff that isn’t also a plant,” she joked.

She could feel the greenhouse start to come back to life around them thanks to the hybrid’s loud emotions. Willow started heading towards the door and waved for Amity to follow. “Do you… want to stop at Hatters on the way back?” she asked, gently detangling the hybrid’s vine from around her fingers and silently sending soothing emotions towards it when it started to whine. “My treat.”

AMITY

The last thing Amity expected was an invitation.

Her eyes widened and she glanced at Willow, momentarily speechless. It just...didn’t make sense. Why would Willow want to go to Hatter’s with her? Sure, there’d definitely been some trauma bonding as the demons descended and Amity had tried to give Willow her space but… 

It didn’t feel like enough. Amity hadn’t even offered any help to Willow here, when she’d asked. Amity didn’t deserve Hatter’s. 

But like hell if she was going to turn it out. 

“I…I would like that,” said Amity and she ducked her head. Shyly, she bumped her shoulder against Willow’s. “But I get to treat you too.” 

WILLOW

Willow, still buoyed by the hybrid’s happy emotions, giggled and bumped Amity back gently. She wanted to stay in this moment a little longer, where she just got to be herself.

“Well, if you insist,” she hummed as they walked out of the greenhouse, not noticing the vines that slithered towards the door and writhed impatiently against the floor as she locked the door again and walked away.

[violetjedisylveon]

SW Sapphic Week Day One - Reunion

Summary: After the Empire was defeated, Kaeden retired to the little paradise she and Ahsoka had built together on a distant, peaceful planet. Ahsoka has been dead for twelve years now, and Kaeden spends her days tending to her gardens and living a peaceful life mostly alone aside from Miara's visits with her family.

Word count: 1.5k

Warnings: greif, loss, feels but it ends fluffy.

A/N: First time doing one of these things, so I hope I did it right. And I might not do all of them, just the ones I feel the strongest about my writing ability with. Also this originally started off as Kaesoka but then I got ideas and it's got background Miara x Omega.

Day 5, 6, 7.

Ao3 link

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Kaeden pushed her hat back and wiped the sweat from her brow. I'll need to shower tonight. She sighed and leaned against her garden hoe, examining her work.

The small flower field was slowly coming into shape, crops did exceedingly well on this planet, you could toss the seed out and they'd grow just fine. Her work with the soil was to ensure the most productive output. She had become a bit of an expert in working with soil in recent years. She had worked hard to learn how to turn arid, once considered useless land into something that could sustain life from many experts in planet restoration.

She had no plans for anything that grand, all she wanted was to have enough food to support herself and the community around her, growing it herself was the best way possible.

The other, more exotic plants she had were more of a personal plant keeping hobby but they too had their uses for the community. The flowers she was planning on planting were to sell, she did need credits after all, but she'd give them just as much attention as her more personal plants.

Some of her neighbors joked she was growing a forest, it was more true than she cared to admit. When she couldn't sleep, she would keep herself busy with planting, just planting rows upon rows of trees and plants, it had started small, but as the trees matured, they began to spread themselves. Some of them were almost twenty years old.

She surveyed her gardens, her own self made paradise. It was getting late in the day, she ought to be heading in for the night. Miara was going to visit with her children and wife tonight, it would be good to see them.

She put her tools away and peeled off her sweat sticky gloves, leaving everything in the shed. The lock on her shed was courtesy of Miara. She headed for her house.

As she walked inside, her attention was snagged by the plant that had started it all. The grand, blossoming tree that she had planted with Ahsoka all those years ago when they chose to make this place their secret home. She deviated from her course and went up to the tree. It was strong and powerful and beautiful, just like Ahsoka.

She trailed her fingers through the thin lightsaber burn in the trunk. Ahsoka had accidentally scratched it, just barely, while training once. She had thought it was going to die and cried about killing their plant child. Of course, the tree was fine and recovered from the very light scratch.

She let her hand rest on the bark for a moment, reliving all the memories she had with Ahsoka, then drew away. It wasn't good to dwell on it.

Ahsoka had been dead for twelve years at this point. It had been the longest twelve years of Kaeden's life. She gave their tree a final glance, then it became just like every other tree she had grown.

She headed inside, she had family coming, she needed to prepare.

XXX

Kaeden opened the door and was immediately greeted by loud cheering of her name.

"Kaeden!"

Miara gave her an absolutely crushing hug. Her wife, a sweet woman named Omega, was a Mandalorian, and during their relationship, Miara had increasingly grown in strength to match her. It was certainly paying off, Miara could practically lift her off the floor.

"It's been ages!" Miara said, setting her back on solid ground.

"It's only been a few months." Kaeden responded.

"A busy few months." Omega commented.

"Really? What have you two been up to?" Kaeden asked.

"Talk inside, I wanna see Auntie's forest!" Rayshe'a, the second youngest of Miara and Omega's children, said.

"Be patient." Eyayah scolded her twin.

"Look who's talking!" Rayshe'a shot back.

Kaeden stepped aside to let her family into her home. Miara and Omega had a lot of kids, some of them were adopted and some were biological. Regardless of their origins, all of them were part of her family and she loved each of them dearly.

Her sister's more aquatic children made a beeline for her ponds, they loved swimming in them so much she had adjusted them to be more comfortable for their swimming. It was especially good on hot days when they visited, everyone could have a swim. One child, Brisst, dragged Miara off to go see their favorite plant before Kaeden had a chance to talk to her little sister, only getting an apologetic glance as she was dragged off.

Kaeden brushed it off, she could always talk later. She chose to observe her sister's horde of children and noticed two new children, sticking noticeably closer to Omega and giving her uncertain glances.

One was a little Twi'lek girl, who's light purple skin had the marks of sunburn and sandblasting, and she had silver hair braided down the back of her head. The other was an older, more human looking girl with paler purple, similarly sandblasted skin. Her face was marked with tattoos somewhat like the ones Omega had on one side of her face, she had very short lekku poking out from her silver hair, they only reached just below her shoulders.

The pair were sisters, orphans if Omega and Miara's track record for adopting any kid they found was anything to go off of.

Kaeden approached Omega, the younger girl hid behind her older sister, who got defensive. Omega gave her an apologetic look and said something in Dathomirian that got the kids to relax a bit.

"How'd you come across those two?" Kaeden asked once the pair had gotten curious and left to explore.

Omega sighed heavily and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Well, Boba did a thing, and so no more slavery on Tatooine so there's a lot of stuff going on with that, they haven't trusted anyone for years, but when we visited, Asriq saw the marks and decided the best bet would be to come with me. They've got issues, Merdi has bad nightmares. So now I need to find another therapist. But they're both very kind and sweet, just defensive at first." Omega explained.

Kaeden felt sympathy for the orphaned sisters, for obvious reasons. She was again thankful she and Miara hadn't been orphaned on a world where they were exploited.

"I bet me and Miara's old therapist would be able to help you."

Weskyn was a Zabrak rebel officer, her unofficial job was consoling, particularly after conflict, she had been a therapist during the clone war and taken on helping refugees. She hadn't been on Alderaan so she was doing fine as of now, still a therapist.

"Thanks, I'll be sure to check it out." Omega said.

Eyayah and Rayshe'a burst into the main room, panting and out of breath.

"Mom! Buir(mom)! Ba'vodu(aunt)! Someone's in the gardens!" Eyayah shouted.

"What?!" Kaeden jolted up.

It was impossible for anyone to get into her gardens without setting off a security alert. Only family and trusted friends could come and go, but no one had told her about this.

She ran outside and found a cloaked stranger standing up on the rise next to her tree. Something about them seemed so familiar, Kaeden couldn't put her finger on it.

"Hello?" Kaeden asked, approaching the stranger cautiously.

"It's still here… after all these years, I was sure it would've died… I swear I did something wrong with it… I never did have your green thumb." That voice, that heart shatteringly familiar voice she thought she would never hear in person again.

Her throat tightened with emotion, her eyes stung. No no no. It's not here. They just sound like her, she's gone, she's dead. Kaeden told herself stubbornly. Her body was several steps ahead of her, she was running up to the stranger beside her tree before she had time to think it through. They shyly pulled their hood down over their face. Kaeden hesitantly reached out and stopped halfway, her hand shaking violently.

They pulled their hood down, Kaeden could hardly muffle the sob that escaped her.

Ahsoka. Ahsoka. It was her.

Ahsoka was standing in front of her with a beautifully nervous, apologetic smile.

"Ahsoka?" She choked out.

"Hi Kay… It's been a while." Her voice was a blessing on her ears.

She was suddenly breathless.

"Ahsoka… is it really you…?" she whispered.

"Yeah, it's me." Ahsoka confirmed with a nervous chuckle.

Kaeden reached out her half raised hand to Ahsoka's face. She hesitated again, afraid Ahsoka would disappear when she tried to touch her, yet she felt the warmth radiating from Ahsoka's skin and rested her hand ever so gently on her cheek. Ahsoka leaned into her touch and put her hand over Kaeden's, gently pulling back and planting a soft kiss on her hand the way she always used to.

At this point, Kaeden could hardly see anything through her tears, but she laughed and slammed herself into Ahsoka's warm body. Ahsoka wrapped her arms around her.

"It's really you… it's you…" she cried.

"Yeah, it's really me… i missed you." Ahsoka said softly.

"Where have you been?" Kaeden asked.

"That is a very long story." Ahsoka chuckled.

Kaeden did too.

"I've got time, I'm always up for hearing your stories." She said, looking up into Ahsoka's brilliant eyes.

"I know you are." Ahsoka murmured.

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Omega's got nightsister tattoos from time spent on Dathomir with Merrin. They are besties btw. Omega's a Mandalorian and a nightsister cause why not?

Orphans on Tatooine after Boba took over just get adopted by Omega and Miara/Mandalorians so there are a lot of new Mandalorian kids now.

Eyayah means echo and Rayshe'a means five.

This was really fun! I'm excited for the rest of the event and seeing all the cool stuff people come up with!

I have ap testing this week tho 😔.

I hope you all have a good day, whatever that is for you!

VJS Out!

[ribcages-and-bookpages]

Harley Quinn x Poison Ivy short story

(This is old!)

"No, no, no, no! Ugh!"

She yells and throws her self back on her bed. Harley had spent the day trying to plan a date for her and her girlfriend, but most ideas wouldn't work. She couldn't buy her a bouquet, the flowers would die and Ivy would be upset. She couldn't buy her a puppy or kitten, Ivy didn't like animals as much as Harley did. Seeds for plants? No, she did that last year and Ivy still hadn't used them. Dinner? No, Ivy was picky about food, and most places wouldn't allow them inside, and places that do usually resulted in a fight between villains. Chocolates? Maybe, but that's not much of a gift. She let out a frustrated noise and put her hands over her face.

"Why is she so hard to shop for?!" 

She groans and sits up, hunched over as her eyes scanned the room for ideas. Movie night? Neither of them had many good movies, and all of the ones she owned they had watched multiple times, and Ivy liked horrors more than romances. Then her eyes landed on one of the plants Ivy had given her, and some ideas sparked in her head. 

"Oh! I know!" 

She grins and stands up, going over to a gardening catalog. She hummed to her self as she went through the pages, folding the pages that had items she thought Ivy would like. She soon got dressed and went out,heading to the closest gardening shop. They only had 1 out of the 8 items she wanted; it was going to be a long day.

She spent the next three hours going from shop to shop, finally getting all the items she had seen in the catalog, she headed to an exotic plant shop. She hadn't heard of most of the plants there, but she recognized some of the plants from Ivy's place. She grabbed one of Ivy's favorites, and then some plants she had never seen before. She called one of her friends and told them to keep Ivy out of her house for a couple of hours, and after some minor arguing they agreed.

"This is so exciting~!"

She squeals and starts heading for Ivy's place, humming a tune to her self as she skipped, holding various plants in her arms and bags of tools on her arms. She had spent well over $500, but she didn't care if it made ivy smile. It was almost dark by the time she arrived at Ivy's. She used the key she gave her and unlocked the door, heading inside. She set the plants down on a table, putting little bows on the pots that held them. She got out some of the boxes she bought and put the tools inside, wrapping them up and setting them in front of the plants. She headed out and went to another store, buying various items to try and make dinner for the two, and to decorate the apartment. Once she got back she started the dinner, making a very..odd, meal with random ingredients she knew her girlfriend liked, and while it cooked she decorated the apartment, putting up heart decorations every where. Once she finished the dinner and decorating she set the dinning room table with a blanket, mix matched candles, mix matched silverware and mix matched dishes, and put the food onto the middle of the table, covering it to keep it warm. She texted her friend and told them to bring Ivy home.

As Ivy headed up the stairs to her apartment she muttered in irritation, this guy friend of Harley's dragged her around the city, pointing at objects and telling her about them, and then suddenly said they had to go and left her. On top of that, it was their anniversary, and she hadn't been able to get Harley a gift, and the friend wouldn't leave her alone so she couldn't get it. She just hoped Harley would understand. As she entered her apartment, she noticed that the smell was off; was that the smell of food? It smelled like a bunch of spices and soup, along with her plants-

As she flipped on the light she almost jumped back as she seen Harley sitting on the couch, in a rather short, but beautiful dress, grinning at her. She felt a smile spread across her face as she closed the door and headed over to her blonde girlfriend, wrapping her arms around her 

"What are you doing here? And what's that smell?"

She gave a small hum and turned her gaze away from her girlfriends beautiful blue eyes, to the..interesting set up on the table. Their eyes met again 

"You..made me dinner?" 

She gave a slight head tilt, one of her hands gently twirling some of Harley's blonde hair, who gave an excited nod, a smile appearing on her face again

"And I got you some gifts!" 

She excitedly bounced on her heels, heading over to the table to uncover the dishes. Ivy felt a pang of guilt hit her, and her own smile faltered 

"Harls..I didn't have time to get you anything-" 

She started to talk, her eyes drifting to the ground before returning to meet blue ones 

"It's alright! You can tomorrow!"

She gave a happy hum and grinned at her girlfriend, who gave a small sigh of relief before sitting at the table. Harley sat across from her and served them both the food, then took a huge bite. Her face got red and she started coughing, then spit it out. She continued to cough and struggled to drink her glass of water, while Ivy just stared at her with love.

"Eheh, maybe I should go order a pizza-"

she gave a nervous smile, while Ivy gave a small nod.

"While I do that you can open your gifts!"

She jumps up from her seat and drags the table of gifts closer to Ivy, then walks to the end of the room and calls the pizza place. Ivy's eyes widened a little as she looked at all the gifts. She got a faint smile and began to unwrap the times, tears coming to her eyes as she did so. Although she had a few of these gardening tools already, she still loved them. She turned her gaze towards the plants and let out a small laugh as her hand gently reached out and touched the leaf of her favorite plant. Harley knew her so well, it made her feel like a bad girlfriend; but then again, they were only together a year now, they still had alot to learn about each other. She turns her gaze away from the plants and to her little blonde girlfriend, who was happily skipping back over to her. She pulled Harley into her lap and nuzzled her neck, causing her to burst out laughing 

"T-that tickles!"

She laughs and squirms,then turns her body to face Ivy, who had a loving look on her face, which caused Harley's face to turn pink. They shared a quick kiss before Harley got up and started to clean up the dishes, while Ivy set her plants up under the lights they needed and watering them.

Although it wasn't a 'perfect' day, it was a perfect day to them.

[running-on-narrativium]

Little Shop of Horrors Lyric Starters

(Feel free to change to fit your muse.)

“On the twenty-third day of the month of September, in an early year of a decade not too long before our own, the human race suddenly encountered a deadly threat to its very existence.”

“this terrifying enemy surfaced, as such enemies often do, in the seemingly most innocent and unlikely of places.”

“What a creepy thing to be happening!”

“Stop right where you are. Don't you move a thing.”

“Best believe it something's come to get 'cha.”

“Alarm goes off at seven.”

“Then you go downtown.”

“Uptown you cater to a million jerks.”

“The bosses take your money and they break your hearts.”

“Your morning's tribulation, afternoon's a curse and five o'clock is even worse.”

“Poor! All my life I've always been poor.”

“I keep asking God what I'm for, and he tells me "Gee, I'm not sure.”

“Oh, I started life as an orphan, a child of the street.”

“Someone show me a way to get outta here.”

“Please, won't somebody say I'll get outta here.”

“Someone gimme my shot or I'll rot here.”

“I was walkin' in the wholesale flower district that day I passed by this place where this old man-he sometimes sells me weird and exotic cuttings.”

“He knows, you see, that strange plants are my hobby.”

“Suddenly, and without warning, there was this total eclipse of the sun.”

“And when the light came back this weird plant was just sitting there.”

“You've given me nothing but heartache and hurt.”

“I'm beggin' you sweetly. I'm down on my knees.”

“What do you want from me- Blood?”

“Looks like you're not happy, 'less I open a vein.”

“I know (Name’s) the greatest.”

“I'm dating a semi-sadist.”

“So I've got a black eye and my arm's in a cast.”

“Well, if not, he's got inner beauty.”

“I dream of a place where we could be together at last…”

“I cook like Betty Crocker and I look like Donna Reed.”

“There's plastic on the furniture to keep it neat and clean.”

“A picture out of Better Homes and Gardens magazine.”

“I dream we'll go somewhere that's green.”

“When I was younger, just a bad little kid my mama noticed funny things I did.”

“My boy, I think someday you'll find a way to make your natural tendencies pay.”

“You have a talent for causing things pain!”

“Your temperament's wrong for the priesthood and teaching would suit you still less.

“Son, be a dentist, you'll be a success!”

“Who wants their teeth done by the Marquis de Sade?”

“And though it may cause my patients distress, somewhere in heaven above me, I know that my mama's proud of me.”

“Feed me!”

“Would you like a Cadillac car?”

“Would you like to be a big wheel, dinin' out for every meal?”

“I'm the one that can make it all real!

“You gonna git it!”

“I'm your genie, I'm your friend! I'm your willin' slave...”

“I don't know…I have so... so many strong... reservations…”

“Should I go... and perform... mutilations?”

“If you wanna be profound...If you really gotta justify...take a breath and look around... A lot of folks deserve to die...”

“The guy sure looks like plant food to me!”

“He's so nasty treatin' her rough!”

“You need blood and he's got more than enough!”

“He's got your number now.”

“You've got no place to hide, you've got nowhere to run…”

“I think it's suppertime.”

“Come on, come on, think about all those offers.”

“Ain't no time to turn squeamish.”

“Lift up your head. Wash off your mascara,here, take my Kleenex, wipe that lipstick away.”

“I know things were bad, but now they're okay.”

“Nobody ever treated me kindly.”

“Daddy left early…Mama was poor.”

“I'd meet a man and I'd follow him blindly. He'd snap his fingers, me, I'd say "sure."”

“Tell me this feelin'll last till forever…”

“Please understand that it's still strange and frightening.”

“Suddenly (Name) is standin' beside me.”

“(Name), so finally we meet you!”

“You're gonna host it, you lucky kid, sign.”

“Yes darling, we're sending photographers Thursday, so get the plant ready and wear a clean shirt.”

“They say the meek shall inherit.”

“It's not a question of merit.”

“You’re a meek little guy.”

“You know the meek are gonna get what's comin' to 'em by and by.”

“My future's starting, I've got to let it.”

“I take these offers, that means more killing! Who knew success would come with messy, nasty strings?”

“I sign these contracts, that means I'm willing to keep on doing bloody, awful, evil things.”

“No! No! There's only so far you can bend!”

“No! No! This nightmare must come to an end!”

“It's the only solution. It can't be avoided. The vegetable must be destroyed.”

“But then there's (Name), lovely (Name)…”

“Without my plant, she might not love me anymore.”

“Better wait a minute! Ya better hold the phone!”

“Better mind your manners! Better change your tone!”

“Don't you threaten me, son!”

“We gonna do things my way or we won't do things at all!”

“Ya don't know what you're messin' with. You got no idea.”

“Ya don't know what you're up against, no, no way, no how!”

“I'm just a mean green mother from outer space and I'm bad.”

“You've got me fightin' mad!”

“You think he's the worst, well, you're thinkin' wrong.”

“He got a temper, ha! He ain't got mine.”

“I'm from past the stars and beyond the moon.”

“You can keep The Thing, keep The It,keep The Creature, they don't mean shit.”

“I got the stuff and I think that proves, you better move it out.”

“I'm gonna bust your balls.”

“It's all over, ace.”

“Subsequent to the events you have just witnessed, similar events in cities across America, events which bore a striking resemblance, to the ones you have just seen began occurring.”

“Unsuspecting jerks from Maine to California made the acquaintance of a new breed of flytrap and got sweet-talked into feeding it blood.”

“Thus the plants worked their terrible will...”

“And the plants proceeded to grow and grow, and begin what they came here to do. Which was essentially to eat Cleveland and Des Moines and Peoria and New York… and this theater!”

“They may offer you fortune and fame, love and money and instant acclaim. But whatever they offer you, don't feed the plants!”

“Look out! Here comes (Name)!”

“Here I come for you!”

“Hold your hat and hang on to your soul!”

“Something's coming to eat the world whole!”

“If we fight it we've still got a chance!”

[lycantherous]

Hi hello! I hope you're doing well :) I stumbled across your post about tarantula husbandry, and I was wondering, as someone interested in getting a tarantula, would you be willing to share some tips for a beginner? I've done some research and know some of the basics, and I've found a local breeder that breeds Chilean rose tarantulas

Yes!! First - I reccomend Tom's big spiders. In prep for, and just after getting my rosy, I listened to his podcast whenever i was driving. He also does youtube vids.

I've never worked with slings and just only recently got my first juvie.

My spider molted just after I got her. I was prepared but it was still scary and I def googled "do spiders die upsidown" just to reeeaally make sure.

I just rehoused her into a smaller enclosure where the top isnt a screen but one sheet of stamped metal - I'm preeety sure without the overlapping wires she wont get her toes stuck. I first housed her in a 20 long with a regular screen lid so just fitted a piece of cardboard with vent holes on the inside of the lid. I knew itd be temp so I didnt mind ugly.

You wont need to add extra humidity or heat. Room temp is great, as long as it doesnt drop below 60°f for too long. Extra heat will dry out ur spider dangerously fast and misting/soaking the substrate promotes bacterial and mold growth.

Good tarantula enclosures will have side ventilation, you want the air to move through the tank rather than evaporate out the top. This is more important with species that you do want to keep more humid without risking nastiness.

Put in a water bowl! Source of humidity that's easy to clean and your spider can go over and drink from it. They wont drown, I had a huuge dog sized bowl (used to be snake bowl) in her last encloser and I'd watch her climb up and lean over and start drinking. She put some of her legs "in" the water for support. Their little feets are water repellent so it was really her floating on the surface.

So no drowning spiders but if ur lucky you might see a floating spider!

My rosy likes to climb so her enclosure is filled about 2/3rds substrate. Shes around 6" so I left about 5" of wall to climb. They dont take falls well. Honestly shed be safe with 7" but in her last enclosure she dug out a corner so I wanted to give her more medium to play in and dig.

In the snake tank I had her on cocofiber which was great but didnt hold its shape. I bought an expensive bag of arid pet dirt at my local reptiles/exotics shop for her to burrow because I dont personally trust plant dirt to not have possible fertilizer or pesticide contamination.

Both fertilizer and any sort of pesticide will kill your pet. This includes any topical flea medication that people use on their dogs. Bleach will kill your pet, these guys are sensitive to chemicals. I use watered down vinegar and make sure to rinse really well if I need to clean something. Otherwise a damp cloth is best for spot cleaning.

An adult sized t can live very happily on a handful of crickets a month and smaller spiders on smaller meals. I want to overfeed mine because the manager of the reptile store is so wonderful and loud and gay and has a jurassic park car and I wanna loiter 😔

Try and throw in some cork bark and decorative plants and moss in there. You want to make the floor not flat, layered objects help make a lot of pockets and more vertical space and your t will feel safer and will have options to choose from when making their little home base

A lot of people never hold their Ts like how fish ppl mostly dont hold or pet their fish. This is because when they fall they pop and if they bite (whether for defense or the spider is trying to hang on to ur slippery monkey arm) your first reaction is to fling the poor critter.

Contact with my animals is super important for me personally so I'll have them walk across my hands in their enclosure. My coworker would handle hers on the floor in a room that it wasnt easy for her t's to find a spot to hide if they bolted.

I love talking about animal husbandry so much I hope these are at least a good list of stuff to learn more about

[silenceofthecookies]

Hello cookie, congratulations on 700! For the event, can I plz ask for domestic headcanons for the bleach captains? If not that's ok! Thank you!

Of course! Enjoy!

Shunsui Kyouraku

Shunsui is at the age where he no longer plays around in a relationship. He's in it until the end, or not at all. He insists on open an honest communication and on being able to talk differences out like adults instead of screaming at each other like two stubborn teenagers.

He will do pretty much anything you ask him to do in the house. Captain or not, you shouldn't be the only one keeping your house clean and organized.

Waking up with a bad mood when living together with Shunsui is impossible. He prefers to have you in his arms when going to sleep, and he will hold on to you throughout the night. When he wakes up, he'll stay as still as possible until you wake up. Then it's time for morning kisses and cuddles.

Shunsui enjoys stargazing with you in the garden, accompanied by a nice bottle of sake and some snacks. He'll have his arms around you, or even have you sitting on his lap if you're comfortable with that, just so he can comfortably hug you and still watch the stars.

Juushiro Ukitake

Due to his illness, Juushiro can't do all that much in the house on bad days. On good days though, he likes to take the opportunity to cook for you. He enjoys is and is very good at making typical home-food. Nothing fancy or exotic, but the kind of things that are nutritious and make you feel happy.

Juushiro enjoys being near you more than anything. It doesn't matter if you two are doing different things in the same room, as long as you are near him and sometimes look up to smile at him, he will be happy. This is why he insists on getting a house with an open kitchen.

He also likes to decorate the house with lots of potted plants. Flowers to brighten up the room, some herbs for in the kitchen to cook with, and some bonsai trees for him to occupy himself with on days when he can't leave his bed.

He really enjoys you combing his hair, and if possible, he will gladly return the favour. Ideally, he'll sit in front of a big mirror when you do so, so he can look you in the eyes though the mirror as he talks to you. You can style his hair pretty much anyway you want.

Bakuya Kuchiki

Byakuya does what he can to be a good boyfriend/husband, but he is and will always be a noble. Things like housework is done by the servants, not by him. This counts for you too, of course. You won't need to lift a finger. He won't really understand if you want to do certain things in the house anyway (be it for the sake of control or just because you like something), but he'll let you.

Well-taught as he is, Byakuya wouldn’t be able to cook a meal if his life depended on it. He never learned how to cook, and he has no intention of learning it either.

Despite his busy schedule, he tries to have dinner with you every night. It’s not always possible, and sometimes when it is he has to go back to finish work afterwards, but he wants to make some time for you every day.

He will often get you little gifts. Flowers, chocolates, jewellery… Sometimes because he saw them and thought of you, sometimes just because he wanted to spoil you a little. Whenever he has something to apologise for, like for example not being able to make it to dinner with you, he gets you something as well.

Unohana, Shinji, Yoruichi, Urahara, Toshiro, Soi-Fohn and Kenpachi below the cut!

Retsu Unohana

Retsu's house is full of plants, and it wouldn't be complete without a garden as well. Most plants that she grows have some kind of medicinal properties, or can be used to make a nice, calming cup of tea. Teatime is a must, and if the weather allows it, she prefers to have it in her garden.

The plants are pretty much the only bright colours in the house. Aside from those, everything is in soft colours so the plants really pop out. There's also very little dark colours in the house, she prefers everything to be light. Big windows/windows that cover a complete wall are a must.

Retsu insists on no shoes in the house. They are left at the door and changed for indoor slippers or socks. No. Dirty. Shoes. In. The. House.

Marriage is no big deal for Retsu. If you want to get married, she'll be on board, but if you don't want to, she's just as fine with that as well. She appreciates the symbolism but at the end of the day, that's all marriage is. She doesn't need a piece of paper to tell people that she loves you and that she wants to spend the rest of her life with you.

Shinji Hirako

Shinji loves teasing you and once you live in the same house, that just gets worse. His terribly cheesy sense of humor is also still a daily occurrence. Yes, even when you're in a bad mood. Especially when you're in a bad mood.

Shinji is very lazy when it comes to his household. He'll make sure it's clean enough to not get sick from living in his own trash and dirt, but he'll push his chores off a lot and he'll leave his stuff lying around throughout the house. If you're a person who likes a clean and/or tidy house, you'll either have to kick his ass or clean up after him.

Surprise kisses. They happen a lot in general, just when he feels like it, but especially when you're in a video chat. He thinks it's hilarious to have your friends/family/co-workers think you have a perfect and loving boyfriend/husband, while he's actually a cheeky little bastard.

He leaves little notes throughout the house when he leaves. Some are sweet, some are jokes. He'll put them in the fridge, on the toilet, inside the shower, on his pillow,… anywhere he knows you'll come.

Yoruichi Shihoin

There is one night of the week dedicated to movie night and takeout. Both the eating and watching the movie will be done in bed. No, this is not up for debate. Lazy movie nights in bed are a must.

Be prepared for this woman wearing little to no clothes when she's home. She doesn't give a damn if people see her naked or not, and you're living together anyway, who cares if she's naked? Clothes are for going outside and for when visitors come over.

She loves taking baths or showers together as well, and not (necessarily) in a suggestive way. It's just a nice way to relax together, ‘and it saves water, right? *wink wink*’

She's actually a pretty good cook, at least when it comes to comfort food. When either of you are in a bad mood she'll step into the kitchen and make some of the best comfort food you've ever had. Which will then, of course, be eaten on the couch or in bed, in front of the tv, with a comfort movie.

Her favourite movies are comedies and romcoms. Anything that'll give her a good laugh is fine.

Kisuke Urahara

Another very laid-back person to live with. There is no rush at all when living with this man, with anything. He's the type of person to be at least a little late to every party or meeting because he just wanted to take his time and get ready in a relaxed way.

Don't let him take care of plants. He is the worst plant dad and they will die. Only cacti survive, and even those will struggle to do so.

Kisuke moves around in his sleep a lot and will steal the covers. A good way to remedy this is to use his chest as a pillow, he'll barely move at all then. Does the pressure on his chest really keep him still, or did he move around a lot on purpose as an excuse to get to you cuddle up to him at night? You will never know.

This man is very clingy. It doesn't matter what you're doing, he wants to have his arms around you. You're cooking? His arms are around your waist. You're trying to clean up? Good luck. His favourite moment is when you're both watching tv though. He'll pull you as close to possible to cuddle up on the couch.

Toshiro Hitsugaya

Toshiro has the windows open all-year round in his bedroom. Even when it is freezing outside, he'll want to open the windows for some fresh air as he sleeps, so he doesn't wake up in that stuffy sleep air that gets stuck in bedrooms. This does give a great excuse for cuddling while sleeping though.

He'll get you flowers every week, on the same day. It's a habit, one he doesn't want to miss. It's his way of reminding you that he cares, even though he's usually very busy with his work as a captain.

He'll agree a schedule with you to do chores in the house, just to make sure it all gets done and nothing gets forgotten. Of course, he helps in the house as well.

If you're not a fighter, Toshiro will want a dog in the house to protect you. Toshiro is very good at training dogs, as he is already used to being a leader and giving orders, and this dog will be the sweetest thing until either you or him give it the command to attack. He really counts on the dog to protect you when he cannot.

Soi-Fohn

Soi-Fohn will decorate her home in a minimalistic way. The colours don't jump out at you and there is just enough decoration to make it feel homely without having trinkets and pictures all over the place. Her home basically radiates calm and is so clean you'd almost wonder if she cleaned every day.

She sleeps with a lot of blankets. During the night she will want to say warm and she'll get closer to any source of warmth, which usually is you.

You need but say the word and Soi-Fohn will help you out with whatever she can in the house. Grocery shopping, the dishes, the laundry,… you name it. She will also start doing things without saying it if she notices you are a little overwhelmed.

She REALLY wants a cat. She loves the little creatures and has always wanted one of her own, but due to her often being away from home for extended periods of time, she never got one. If you've got a job that allows you to go home every day, she'll definitely bring it up.

Of het days off, she likes to cook something for you. She's actually a pretty good cook, though she rarely has the time to prepare something special for you.

Kenpachi Zaraki

Kenpachi is oddly clingy when you're home. He loves you, so he wants to be around you. Preferably have an arm around you. He's not shy about admitting it either. Why should he be? He wants to hold you. He's your boyfriend/husband. It's only normal.

He is the easiest guy ever to cook for. As long as you have made it, Kenpachi will eat about anything. Doesn't matter if you burnt it a little, doesn't matter if it's something he usually doesn't like. If you made it, he will eat it.

His favourite food is BBQ though, and when you eat BBQ he's the one making it. It's about the only thing he can cook, but that meat is prepared perfectly. He'll wear an apron will some stupid BBQ-related pun on it whenever he's doing so.

Kenpachi needs a dog in the house to play with, to get rid of that excess energy of his. It's likely a breed that's generally seen as dangerous, like a Pitbull. The dog is the absolute sweetest thing though, wouldn't harm a fly, and it loves playing fetch.

Kenpachi lets his dog sleep on his bed, which will cause some funny moments while trying to cuddle because the dog wants in on the affection too.

[railroad-migraine]

Ooooh exu requests you say? 👀 how about how the crew would spend some downtime with their s/o?

Very wholesome request, loved planning this out!

Requests are open!

~ Poet

Dariax

Honestly, he's up for anything you'd want to do. Dariax is just happy to be involved and spend quality time with his lover. Depending on the activity, he might get a little distracted, but he does mean well. If you reel him back in, he'll give you his undivided attention. All heart eyes when chilling with you without the thrill of battle.

Loves a hearty dinner, followed by a long nap. Likes to rest his head in your lap, all curled up on a bed or couch of some kind - sleepy cuddles are his favourite. All the closeness, and not many thoughts are needed. It's good. Playing with his hair results in an almost purring noise, which can escalate into rumbling snores. There's no in between.

Loves going to the tavern, sitting in a corner booth by the fire and spoiling you to drinks, a meal, and all the stories he can think of (and some that he makes up). He tends to hum along when the local bards (or Dorian) take to the stage and play their instruments and sing their ballads. He might start to notice you bopping your head to the music or tapping your fingers against the table - in a spur of the moment, he'll pull you up to stand and whisk you around the room in a dance. He's miles off being a perfect dancer, but Dariax does have rhythm and when you're shaking your head and laughing with such fondness at him, he couldn't care less if he looks like a fool. 10/10 would spin you around, dip you, kiss you, and earn applause from the other patrons.

Dorian

Loves an evening in with you. Cooking together is almost therapeutic for him - even if you're not a chef, he appreciates if you help in ingredients prep, or chat to him while sitting on the counter while he scans through his cookbook. He makes a nice enough dinner, but he makes a mean dessert - he's got a few tried and tested recipes up his sleeves, but his chocolate mousse is to die for, I promise you. It's light and fluffy, yet so indulgent?? Like, sir, this is heaven with a spoon.

Loves to recite poetry from little collections he's come cross and purchased on his travels. Some books have pieces written in languages he doesn't understand, and he may butcher the pronunciation, but it's the thought that counts. If you happen to understand the more exotic languages, please for his sake don't correct his tone or tell him what the poems mean - they're way less flattering than he thinks. Let him believe he's a romantic scholar.

No matter if you've been married for years or you only recently started dating, this man will woo you with songs and instrumentals any day of the week. He coos improvised lyrics as he takes your hand while you're going about your morning rituals, pulling you in close to sway gently to the tune. His hair is knotted from sleep, and you're still wearing nightwear, but it's the perfect retreat from travel.

Fearne

Fearne likes to follow long forgotten trails, packing a picnic and strolling through local woods and gardens that are no longer open to the public. The spread is quite nice; sandwiches, fruit, strawberry lemonade. She makes an effort to bring your favourite treats. She sometimes forgets that some lands are private and this has sometimes resulted with you two being escorted off their properties. Don't worry about it too much - there are always more locations to trespass on <3

She has a small back garden where she lives with you, and really loves it when you spend time with her out there. Whether you're sitting on the porch step with a book, or you're giving her a hand with her plants (she grows fruit, some veg, but absolutely gorgeous vines and flowers you've never seen before), she's content to spend time with you in nature. She makes really good soup with her homegrown vegetables, and it reminds her of home in the Feywild.

Spending time with you is great, but spending time with you AND Little Mister? Even better. What could be better than being with both the love of your life and your fire elemental monkey? Mister sometimes accompanies you and Fearne during your trips into town, walking in between you both and holding your hands like a toddler. Fearne loves the fact that Mister knows you're good for her, and you're never on the receiving end of his mischief. He's especially great to have around during winter months, acting as a hot water bottle during cuddles on the couch while snow falls outside.

Opal

Opal's style of down time includes you, her, a bubble bath and many home spa beauty treatments. Face masks galore, brushes and conditions both her hair and yours, and dresses in some super comfy pajamas. You don't always come across such luxuries on your adventures, so take advantage of the few opportunities you get to treat yourselves.

Asks you to paint her nails (her non dominant hand always struggles and makes a mess), and will do yours if you'd like! 12/10 would recommend you get matching colours. She also makes sure you've stocked up on chocolates and various sweets in preparation for your downtime. It's nice to feel looked after and pampered with her partner!

Also likes to go shopping in markets when it's less busy and overwhelming. Sometimes buys cheap trinkets you'll never use, or useless things that will bring an afternoon's worth of entertainment at best. Would be the type to try on coats, dresses, jewelry etc. while you carry her bags, only to be disgusted when she notices the price tag wayyy out of your shared budget.

Orym

Orym's idea of down time is much simpler than the others. He likes to sleep when he can, especially if he's been provided a nice dry bed and a roof over his head for the night - it's even better if you get to lay next to him. Winding down after days parading across the land, you both reflect on your travels, friends and adventures together while his hand holds onto yours, and dream of the future you will share when sleep takes you both.

When he's not having a well deserved snooze tangled up in bedsheets, he likes a friendly game of swordplay with you. He doesn't lecture you about your dueling stance, or if your swing is a little weak. It's all friendly banter as you work out some moves together, light conversations as if you both weren't wielding sharp weapons. It's a fun way to spend time together and earn that satisfying ache in your muscles afterwards.

Bashful, he also teaches you how to make daisy chains and flower crowns with his Druidcraft cantrip (this is still one of my favourite things about Orym, it's so darn cute). Weaves flowers and leaves together or into your hair, and the look he gives you when you show off your new accessories is just one of unconditional awe - you look radiant.

[pseudonympls]

Love Blooms - Part 8 - From Fear - Teaser

I shamefully wished, in my deepest, most sordid thoughts, that Bo would show up. Windswept and worn from our time apart, but eyes bright and expectant to see me. I ran away, and a small part of me had expected him to follow. Had silently prayed for it. Prayed for him to follow the pattern that we had carved out over our last year together. And I, forever a slave to my own naivete, believed that he would return to me. Could return to me. 

“Is there-is there any more ginger?” I glanced around the kitchen, laden with pots and pans - all clean, mind you. Communal living took me back to the years where I studied for my nursing degree, how difficult it seemed to merely exist around others, once you were used to living alone.

“I’m sorry Em, I’ve got to accompany Doctor Phillips in surgery, just about to go in,” Wendy said on her way out of the room, “I trust you can find it in the greenhouse?” She said, clearly rushed off her feet, and I couldn’t help but bemoan the fact that it was because of me that everyone else was being worked to the bone. We are only ever as strong as the weakest among us - and this time I knew that it was me. 

“Thick, fibrous green stalks, slender leaves, I checked on them only the other day, they should be ready, just don’t lose the roots, this time eh?” she snickered, her eyes full of the sorrow and pity I had grown to hate, but simultaneously had learnt to be bulletproof against. If I wasn’t being sick I was inwardly mourning the loss of the future me and baby would have, a life without the father - without Bo, not a chance to be loved by him ever again. Because of me. Because of my choices. 

Silvery tendrils of grief laced themselves around my neck, tightening at the knowledge that Bo wouldn’t even know he was to be a father, and would likely die in ignorance. The thought constricted my throat to an uncomfortable degree, but I nodded along to Wendy’s instructions, and made my way to the greenhouse. Past the patients in their gowns reclining on the benches, dotted around the gardens. Past the children, the mobile ones frolicking amongst the tall grasses, playing invisible games. Wishing to be anywhere but in such a place of sickness. Our peacetime a long forgotten memory in this disease of a war. 

The greenhouse was a gorgeous relic from the Victorian era, shrouded in pale glass and delicate wrought iron curves that were telltale of the time period. When everything from flour, to soap, to coal was rationed, the opulence seemed ostentatious, almost brash, nowadays. 

The down right decadence of the architecture was an artefact of more prosperous times. The curved petal-like panes of glass were surrounded by star bright rays pointing outward, and the arched supports were filled with swirls and swoops of metal work reminiscent of jewellery worn by the eponymous Queen herself.

Towering over the smaller planters, running parallel along the length of the building, were trees that reached the full height of the greenhouse, palm leaves that looked so beautifully exotic. Temperatures inside the greenhouse echoed those of the climes it was meant to mimic, the hot, damp interior of the building made of glass caused a dewy sweat to break out on my upper lip. Though I reassured myself that I wouldn’t be in there long, just long enough to retrieve the ginger. Inside lay other plants that weren’t commonly grown in England - pale white orchids and flame like celosia. Despite the hot summer’s weather, it was too risky to plant any of these beautiful buds outside, lest a frost would catch them unawares on a particularly cold night. I spied the unmistakable slender green leaves, curling around in their abundance.  Sweetly nestled beneath the soil was my saving grace, a small tincture of relief, however brief it would be. 

Having brushed the errant soil off of the beige bulbs of ginger I stood back up, only to have my balance suddenly thrown off. As if the whole world were shuddering beneath my feet. An earthquake in central London? Surely not…My hand came out to catch my fall, sliding along the shiny glass as I bumped clumsily back into the greenhouse door. When I eventually righted myself, I felt off kilter, askew, my balance all but gone. I closed my eyes and went to bring my palm to my chest, to still the tremorous thrumming of my heart, before my arm was caught unawares by something. Something large that was jutting out of my light blue dress, straining under my white apron.

I shuddered a cry - my belly thick and swollen beneath me, almost rippled with a movement, and I felt them. Felt them flutter around inside me, so soft and delicate, ‘twould have put a butterfly's wings to shame. At once, something so beautiful and so wanted, yet the circumstance couldn’t have been further from ideal. My breaths were thick and laboured as they swooned around inside me, and I backed out of the greenhouse, letting the ginger drop to the floor in my haste.

The weather that was a balmy summer’s afternoon upon my entrance to the greenhouse, was now a freezing cold winter’s bite that nipped at my skin, and the way the sleet fell against my clothes soaked me rapidly to the bone. All the patients that were enjoying the warm afternoon were gone. The garden an icy, barren wasteland, the deciduous trees spiky in their emptiness, the buds having retreated into the cold winter’s embrace. Thick, grey clouds prevented barely a sliver of daylight from breaking through. It was so dark, and visibility so bad that I struggled to see anything at all, but I did see him.

The iron gates, curved in their splendour beheld the only figure on the horizon. There he stood, tall as giants, his weather worn clothes sticking to him in the frozen rain. His hair a touch longer than I had seen it before, a tentative curl at the ends that just begged to be spun around my finger. The sharp jaw that I had adored had grown a new friend, thick tufts of darker blond graced his jawline, but it was unmistakably him. Unmistakably Bo. A crash of thunder and a flash of light, and both of our faces illuminated as they tilted skyward - the rain hammered ever harder down on us. Slicing against my sensitive skin, now feeling as if it would split open and bleed if I was to stay outside for even a second longer.

“Emily!” I heard his deep boom cleave through the sheets of rain, his loud footfalls splashing into the puddles that lay between us. The gap between us closing, not in my wildest dreams did I imagine I’d have him back with me…with us. Without hesitation my palm came to my tummy, as if to tell our child what they already knew - he was here - he was home.

[scarlettriot]

Give the MHA Characters Pets!

Pets I think the MHA characters would have. Some make complete sense in my head, others really don't. Add your two cents if you like!

Midoriya - Bunny

Imagine him having a little bunny with ears that stick straight up, it'd be a tanish/yellow color and he'd name it like Might Bun or All Bunny or just All Might.

Bakugo - Blue and Gold Macaw

It would be bright and colorful, in fact, the only thing more colorful would be the language he teaches it to use. Popular Phrases include but are not limited to: STFU Deku! Move extras. Lord Explosion Murder. And DIE! He has also taught it to mimic the sound of his explosions just to mess with people.

Ochaco - Hedgehog

Yeah, I have no good explanation for this. It just makes sense to me.

Todoroki - Dog (Husky)

He strikes me as a dog kind of guy. Specifically a husky. He didn't mean to fall in love with its two-toned eyes but the second the little pup curled up against his cold side Roki was done for. It was love.

Iida - Dog (Whippet)

Another dog lover. I think the Iida family would raise Whippets. They're great dogs, not to mention fast! Not quirk fast but I think Tenya would love going for non-quirk runs with his pup.

Kirishima - Tortoise

And a big tortoise that! He'd think the fact that it carries its home on its is back super manly. Probably didn't realize the commitment he was getting into when he got it doesn't bother him at all. He plans on having this buddy for life!

Kaminari - Chinchilla or Sugar Glider

So, I want to say a chinchilla but that's only because they remind me of Pikachu but I'm not really sure if that's fair. Therefor I am also going to include a sugar glider because I could see him just walking with one constantly clinging to him.

Jiro - Ball Python

A snake of some kind. Maybe a ball python? Like Denki the creature would probably be wrapped around her most of the time.

Shoji - Salt Water Fish/Plants

Okay, he'd have fish but not just any fish, he'd have a HUGE salt water tank filled with all sorts of exotic fishys. He has names for all of them. And the plants in the tank too.

Yaoyorozu - Fennec Fox

I don't really have an explanation for this other than they just seem like something Momo would have. She's so pretty and they're so pretty so there ya go.

Shinso - Maine Coon Cat

Do I really have to explain this one? I don't think I need to explain this one. (And, yes, Aizawa has one too).

Tokoyami - Ferret

Dark Shadow already has a weasel-like shape so I think him having a ferret just makes sense to me. Dark shadow would love to play with it too.

Mina - Chinchilla

Now Mina having a chinchilla actually fits! She'd literally just bury her face in their fur, let it nuzzle in her hair anytime it wants. I also think she'd have a pinkwhite one.

Sero - Bearded Dragon

Sero would really vibe with a Beardie, I think. Chillin' out in a little hammock, keeping warm. He's also made it a pair of little wings out of paper so he could 'feel like a true dragon'.

Well, that's all I can think of for now...

[norzyczki]

I want to build a boat just to see if it will float on the mirror of the water on one of the rivers of the Riesengebirge or put it in the middle of a puddle and blow on its material sail, curious to see if it will cut through the water surface with the bow like did the small boats made of leaves and sticks floaded downstream by a child bearing my name.

I want to build a house and see if the trobulemakers from my bedroom would live in it. Would they sleep in beds with bedding made of neon red scraps of linen, lie on tiny splinter benches, drink their morning tea from miniature cups with purple stripes? On a shelf in the stateroom I would place the carcass of a bumblebee, currently lying in that red pot, as the last sensational specimen of the bird, a hunting trophy worth any price. On the table would be a pile of honey biscuits and a half-folded fan which, when fully unfolded, represents an event from Gross-Mar mythology. Would trobulemakers dance in an upstairs ballroom filled with bawdy paintings, slide down the staircase banister, clean silverware on winter afternoons and dream of starting a sensory garden? Would they like to have a house?

I want to not have a cold nose when it's hot outside.

I want to not have red cheeks when someone pays me a compliment. When someone holds my hands. When someone says: You really talked with them? with a truculent unbelieving tone. When someone touches me by an accident. When someone smiles while looking into my eyes. When someone comments my behaviour. When I cry. When I read interesting fragments of books when somebody's around. When I realise I laugh too much, too loud and too ugly. When I am in a shop, on a train, plane, on a pavement, in a library and I spot a stranger.

I want to plant another tree, so that something will remain here after me, so that in the future, a mature plane tree, maple or oak will tell its descendants: I was planted by a girl with earth on her hands and forehead and in her heart.

I want the colours not to fade in shame when someone forgets them. Vibrant and strong at first, they lose their clarity when wiped with the owner's dirty cloth. Like exotic birds in an aviary in a French garden, they sing less and less, less rhythmically, quieter, the colours fade when housed in bad surroundings. The place of floral wallpaper is in drawing rooms filled with curious eyes, where paintings hang on the walls, the most precious works of art in the entire kingdom, not next to the shelf of liquor and stationery in the storeroom because some old couple wanted to feel like they were in their youth when they were often invited to such drawing rooms. Colours must have a place to show off, to show that they, not shapes, reign in the world. I cannot watch them die slowly, unappreciated.

[passable-talent]

May I please request a zuko fix where the reader is a huge flower buff (like knows the meanings and names) and is more graceful and peaceful rather than a fighter despite being a fire bender and zuko thinks she doesn't care or take the war seriously and when zuko joins the gang he doesn't see how much she contributes until he sees her taking care of everyone one night and questions the others and learns she in fact is a fierce fighter and he takes her up on a challenge to see for himself

playful fight? where there’s a lil pride involved? but there’s also a lot of pining? hmmmmm

also I love/hate writing fight scenes bc they’re SO FUN but also I’m such a perfectionist (and actually a martial artist so like... I see flaws u know?) that I actually have to get up and act them out and that’s time consuming but also a good workout so whatever ? I guess

you would not believe the amount of flower research in both the avatar and real world I did before going into this ask

this is too much to preface a story with gd I’m annoying but I hope u don’t mind that I was gender nonspecific. It’s a thing with me since there’s like never any male readers on tumblr. so even though you kinda asked for female reader I made it gender nonspecific because that’s what I do I hope it’s ok

anyway here we go!!

Zuko simply did not understand.

The house where his family vacationed was big and beautiful, and a good place to hide until Sozin’s comet. What he never had noticed, until now, were the flowers growing all around the courtyard and the path to the beach. Over the years of disregard, the more exotic flowers had died and been replaced by native life, taking over much more than the flowerbeds he barely remembered the staff taking care of. There were fire lilies, those he recognized, but there were many other flowers that he had never bothered to learn the name of.

Y/N knew all of their names.

He didn’t understand you. He couldn’t figure you out. You were of the fire nation, and a bender, but he had never seen you fight. All you did, as far as he could tell, was pull the others away from danger, settle fights, and tend to flowers that seemed perfectly capable of survival all on their own. It’s not that it bothered him, but it did, because you seemed so absolutely noncommital. Nonchalant. Indifferent. How had another citizen of the fire nation come to the realization that the fire nation was evil, and gathered up the courage to join the avatar, and yet didn’t seem to care about the war at all?

When he’d first met you, he thought you didn’t have much use to the team at all. He thought you just another kid caught up in the war, like the others that were at the western air temple after the day of black sun. But after the brief battle with Azula, he came to see your worth.

“If only we had some Aloe,” you’d murmured as you passed him, on your way to Sokka’s side after he had complained of a sunburn, riding all day on Appa’s back.

“Can we get some?” Katara asked, leaning against the side of Appa’s saddle.

“No,” you replied, “too far away. It only grows near the Si Wong desert, and we definitely can’t go there right now.”

“So what can we do?” asked Katara again, and you shrugged, settling down beside Sokka, on his right while Toph clutched onto his left arm.

“The medical treatment for burns in the fire nation are less advanced then you’d expect. But there’s a few plants that can be soothing- even if not as much as Aloe. If there’s any banana leaf nearby our destination, that may help.” Zuko, though he’d remained silent, cocked an eyebrow in surprise. Medicinal knowledge of plants- that seemed extremely useful, especially given the group’s nomadic behavior. He briefly wished that you had been around while his uncle had had his quarrel with the white jade bush.

More so, though, in the following days he began to see your similarities to Katara- you were kind, and caring, and you made sure that the group was taken care of. You sat through worries and soothed fears the best you could, and that was admirable. You almost reminded him of his mother.

One question was left on his mind. If you were a fire bender- why did Aang need him to teach him firebending?

After you had gone to bed one night, he sat around a fire with Aang, Sokka, and Toph to pose that very question.

“Is it because they’re not a very strong bender? I’ve never even seen them use firebending, they must not be that good.”

“Oh, no,” Sokka said, “they’re actually really good. Probably better than you.” He laughed a bit after his words, earning a punch in the rib cage from Toph, which made Zuko think that Sokka was only trying to tease.

“Really?” He asked, looking to Aang, whose information he’d trust.

“Yeah,” Aang said, “they’re good. But they didn’t want to teach me- said that they didn’t have enough formal training. I think they just didn’t want to be that violent. They’re a pacifist, like me.”

“I could see that,” Zuko said, gazing into the fire. In his fingers he twirled an orange cyclamen, which you had given him before you’d gone to bed. When he’d asked why, you had responded that ‘it was a flower without meaning*, and the color reminded you of him’. He didn’t know what to do with it now, though, before he went to bed. He didn’t want to toss it in the fire, as that felt too heartless, but he knew it was dying now that it was picked. So, when he stood to return to his room for the night, he crouched by one of the overgrown flowerbeds and propped it up in the soil.

Maybe, from its turmoil, it would grow roots and live. Or maybe it would die surrounded by the beauty of the other flowers.

After spending all night wondering the true extent of your prowess, when morning came Zuko decided to find out.

“Spar me,” he said, catching you alone in the courtyard. “I need to be reminded what it’s like to fight a fire bender, and I’ve been told you’re quite good.” You let a little quirk of a smile onto your lips and turned to face him, tilting your head.

“You sure? What if it hurts your pride?” He shook his head, expression stoic as ever.

“It won’t. Either I’ll beat you or I’ll learn.” You took off an outer layer you’d been wearing and, carrying it, made your way toward the beach.

“Good way to think about it,” you said, laying down your jacket on a stone just outside the entryway. But as you straightened back up you planted your forward foot and flashed your other foot up and across, sending an arc of flame toward the prince. He quickly noticed that the game had begun and diverted the flame to his left, sliding his foot into a strong stance before punching flames toward you. By this time you had completed your spin and dove out of the path of his fire, rolling onto your feet and into a tight stance, your hands at your chest. You took them to your left, then swung them to your right to add momentum to your spin, lifting your feet from the ground for a round kick that sent another arc of flame toward him. He dove forward to get out of the way, getting closer to you, and sweeping one of your feet out from under you. You landed on your back, your fall cushioned as much as it could have been, and he pinned you down by hovering over you.

“You’re impressive,“ he said, and you gave him a look somewhere between pleading and fondness. His moment’s hesitation allowed you to swing your foot and use both its momentum and a shove from your elbows to flip him onto his back, your two foremost fingers creating a fire dagger at his throat, not close enough to threaten. This was only sparring, after all.

“Have you forgotten the rules of a match? It’s not over until the opponent yields.” He smiled, slightly, as he looked up at you.

“I yield.” You chuckled and stood up, giving him a hand to right him on his feet as well.

“You have more honor than I,” you told him, knowing that you only won thanks to trickery. A slight laugh rumbled from his chest and he tossed your jacket toward you again.

“How I’d love for my father to hear you say that.”

*a cyclamen a flower that, when given, expresses sincere feelings of admiration and romance. y/n was cheeky

-🦌 Roe

[acapelladitty]

I have revamped this small gift for the lovely @partyinthemysterymachine featuring their male Poison Ivy (Palmer) and Jonathan Crane conducting a little bit of questionable business.

Puffing away unprompted, the wafts of deep yellow smoke emitting from the gourd almost appeared to mimic human breath as they exhaled and floated gently towards the ceiling.

Well, as close to human breath as potent fear toxin could hope to be.

Unperturbed by the toxin due to a mixture of natural and forced immunity respectively, Palmer and Jonathan gazed at the gourd with very different expressions.

“Isn’t she beautiful?” Palmer, ever the proud parent, possessed eyes which were suspiciously misty as he cooed at his latest creation while it continued to produce small plumes of smoke.

Pursing his lips as he attempted to work out at what point his specifications had been disregarded and put through the nearest shredder, Jonathan’s contempt for the display was clear as his lips twisted into a grimace.

“It’s a she?”

“Yes,” Palmer narrowed his eyes as he picked up on the disrespectful tone, “she is.” He paused to wave his hand at the gourd with an embellished flourish, “Obviously.”

“Palmer?”

“Yes, Jonathan?” Palmer matched his tone with a challenging edge.

“I will not be paying for this work.”

Jonathan's thin arms had secured themselves around his chest and his lips remained pursed as he allowed his body language to speak for just how unhappy he was with the presentation.

“You will,” Palmer answered with a voice which was low and breezy as he approached his creation, running his hand over the round, hardened flesh as he stoked it like a pet, “because this beauty fulfils every point of your brief.”

“It’s a fucking gourd.”

“You wanted a durable, natural item which could blend i-”

“A gourd?!”

“A gourd is easily missed. Gotham has far more exotic and interesting plants within her.”

“Only because of you and your filthy abominations.”

“Ooft, that one almost hurt my feelings.” Palmer snapped back, hands jumping to the top of his head as he ran his fingers through the short hair there which was determined to fall into his eyes and disrupt his work before continuing, “I fail to see what your point is here.”

The thin green shirt which Palmer wore was completely open save for the final two buttons, exposing his wide, yet-perfectly toned, torso to the extreme warmth of the greenhouse. The clear tinge of green which coloured his flesh was unnatural but undeniable in its brazenness with the only marring of the perfect expanse of skin being the faded scarring which was loosely scattered around; each line showing up as a light mint colour as they tore ragged lines across the flesh.

Glancing down quickly at his own shirt and tweed covered torso, a combination which had him sweating like a condemned man in the desert heat, a flash of envy powered through Jonathan before his stoic nature extinguished it with extreme prejudice.

He would die before demeaning himself by exposing his body to the world in such a way.

Subtly loosening his tie to provide whatever meagre comfort he could allow himself, Jonathan drummed his fingers on a nearby workbench as he refuted Palmer's point.

“In what possible situation do you see me able to plant a gourd in any immediate area and not have it be questioned as a strange addition?”

Palmer shrugged.

“Sounds like a ‘you’ problem. I expect to find the payment in the usual account and my darling creation to be kept alive and well under your, presumably, shoddy attentions.”

“Your immunity to my toxin,” Jonathan growled, knowing that his practical need for the gourd was going to lose him this particular stand-off, “continues to be a thorn in my side at every opportunity, Ivy.”

“My immunity to your toxin continues to be the only reason I allow you to share oxygen in the same space as me, Crane.” Palmer bit back with a vicious smirk, “You might be pure poison, but I am the proud owner of the Poison Ivy title and nature will always conquer man.”

Despite his frustrations with his complicated friend and foe, Jonathan did enjoy their back and forth as he gave a small and vaguely threatening smile.

“For now.”