#c: begonia

[residenthesitant]

puppeteer - a c!puppetduo web weave

titus andronicus - shakespeare // gmanwhore / la bella dame sans merci - dicksee // the green ribbon - schwartz // two of swords // red queen - area 11 // self portrait - gentileschi // revui

[shelfperson]

winter begonia peoples PLEASE hmu i’m halfway through the show it’s skyrocketed to my favorite ever and i don’t know what i’m gonna do when i finish it. like?? please tell me we have a discord server???? even an inactive dead one will do

[secretwonderlandtimetravel]

New Cookie Run Oc :D

Weeping Begonia Cookie

Relationship Charts (She doesn't know that many Cookies):

Back Story/Lore:

White Begonia Cookie, sister of White Lily Cookie, was concerned because she hasn't seen her sister in a year after the Dark Flour War ended. So, she sent her a note saying,

My Dear Sister White Lily Cookie...

Please come and meet me in the forest we always go to after your long days of research.

P.S. From your loving sister, White Begonia Cookie ~♡

After sending her the letter, she followed the path to the forest her and her sister met every day they could. Now that she was in the forest she needed to look for her sister.

"Hm... There is a usual amount of toxic flowers in here..."

White Begonia Cookie said, noting the sudden increase of toxic flowers. Other then that, she wasn't very successful in her search and was now on the verge of having a panic attack. She eventually ended up in front of a pond, water lilies floating ontop of it. Suddenly a voice called her name, but it was one that she have never heard of before.

"So... White Begonia Cookie, is it-? I know you, you're my sister-!"

They said, White Begonia Cookie turning around to meet her face

"You're... You're not my sister. My sister's name is White Lily Cookie and-"

"Oh no need to continue."

They cut her off.

"I'm your sister, White Lily Cookie. But now I'm rebaked into something better, something stronger... I am Dark Enchantress Cookie-!"

She cheered, but White Begonia Cookie just wasn't getting the message.

"H- How do I know that you're telling me the truth-? Show me proof..."

"Ah yes, proof..."

Dark Enchantress sighed, pulling out a crooked and cursed soul jam that somehow shaped itself into what seems to be White Lily's soul jam... That soul jam alone shook White Begonia to the core.

"T- that's my sister's... So you're really her-? What have you been doing for all that time you've been gone...?"

"Heh heh heh..."

She chuckled, giving her sister a uncomfortable aurora.

"I plan to take the soul jams of the mighty ancients heroes, gain their power... And rule over Earthbread-!"

She said proudly in a loud voice, holding her fist up in the air. Her statement leaving White Begonia shocked.

"That's... horrible, White Lily Cookie. You would never do such a thing, would you-?!"

The other Cookie whined, not on board with the plan at all. Then for the next couple of minutes the sisters bickered and back at forth with each other. White Begonia holding up an argument that Earthbread should not be ruled with such bad intentions, while Dark Enchantress thought otherwise. Eventually Dark Enchantress sighed, fed up with how whiny her sister sounded.

"Arg-! If you side with me I have no other choice but to do it my way...!"

She shouted, clearly annoyed. And with just one tap of her staff on the ground she casted a curse on her sister White Begonia Cookie...

"Wait, White Lily Cookie...! Pleas-"

She cried, swimming towards her to get out but was cut off by the sudden strength of the roots preventing her from leaving. Suddenly, tears flowed out of her eyes and they seemed to be endless...

"White Lily, what type of spell have you-"

"Ha Ha-! You want to know sis?~ Well... you shall be stuck in this pond for all eternity and weep for the rest of your life-! No one, and I mean no one, will ever know that you're here. So you'll be stuck in a pond with no one to accompany you... No one-! Hah hahaha...!"

She laughed cruelly, watching as White Begonia weeped and sobbed.

"Wait no- Please-!..."

She begged, trying her hardest to escape but no matter how hard she tried the roots wouldn't let her. Dark Enchantress Cookie watched it all go down, turning around and leaving with her staff in hand as her sister continued to whine and beg.

"Wait please come back-! We can talk this out, just please!- Cooperate with me and-"

She cried, pulling out the grass and scratching the ground desperate for a way out... Now she was stuck, watching as 'White Lily Cookie' faded away and leaving her to suffer.

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~◇-•○•-◇~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Weeping Begonia Cookie, resting in the middle of her pond... Endlessly sobbing into her gloved hands with no one there to comfort her as she cannot leave from this horrible life. She is forever rooted to the bottom of the pond as she watches water lilies float by and all around her. If she were granted a wish and just one, it would be to see her sister once more, White Lily Cookie...

Extra info:

Uses She/Her/Hers pronouns

She is the younger sister of White Lily Cookie

Has and always will refer to her sister as White Lily Cookie

Her original name was White Begonia Cookie that was later changed to Weeping Begonia Cookie because of a curse

Isn't really considered a ancient but holds the power of one (She doesn't have a soul jam.)

Very timid of other Cookies but can easily warm up to them just because they give her some type of comfort

Has been cursed for a thousand years now...

Mini Bonus Comic :3 -

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Friday 13 December 2024

Growing in the shade of the tropical-style foliage plants of the Sunken Garden of Great Dixter, Sussex, was the rhizomatous perennial Begonia 'Little Brother Montgomery'. Though not hardy this cane-type begonia thrives when shielded from direct sunlight to prevent leaf scorch and ideally in a temperature range between 15-22°C (58-72°F).

Jill Raggett

[jolselin]

takara kinda reminds me of shang xirui... which means... i should try to finish winter begonia

[thunderstruck9]

Josef Stoitzner (Austrian, 1884-1951), Begonien am offenen Fenster [Begonias at an Open Window], c.1947. Oil on canvas, 42 x 58 cm.

[clawmarks]

Begonia. Dictionnaire pratique d'horticulture et de jardinage - Georges Nicholson - c.1892-1899 - via Gallica

[yanderecrazysie]

Twisted Wonderland

˚*･Key･*˚

Headcanons

Fics

Profiles and Alphabets

💖- NSFW

🤗 - Collab

☾ M U L T I ☽

Twisted Zoo: Prologue, 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12; Endings: 1, 2, 3, 4

☾ A C E ♡ T R A P P O L A ☽

Yandere Profile

☾ A Z U L ♡ A S H E N G R O T T O ☽

Quote HCs

Tentalophobia 💖

☾ D E U C E ♡ S P A D E ☽

Quote HCs

☾ J A D E ♡ L E E C H ☽

Quality Mountain Time

Unravel

☾ F L O Y D ♡ L E E C H ☽

Unravel

☾ L E O N A ♡ K I N G S C H O L A R ☽

Begonia

☾ M A L L E U S ♡ D R A C O N I A ☽

A Dragon's Hoard: Part 1, 2

☾ R I D D L E ♡ R O S E H E A R T S ☽

First Christmas in Captivity

Rulebreaker Part 1

☾ V I L ♡ S C H O E N H E I T ☽

Fame Prompt for Tropetember

Mirror, Mirror

[slushiepup]

Nami's intro!

MY ASK GAMES (they're all the same, just different fonts/cosmetics!):

Pastry/Sweets themed yandere ask game

Sea/ocean/tropical themed yandere ask game

Floral themed yandere ask game

ANONS:

-🍰 anon

-🪡 anon

-✨ anon

-🌰 anon

-🌌 anon

-🦝 anon

-🖥️ anon

-🦠 anon

-🩹 anon

-🐍 anon

-🌹anon

-🐻anon

-🏩anon

Hello Hello!~ I'm Nami, if you couldn't already tell ^^''

I come from a very small village in Finland, where beaches/the ocean and the stars are worshipped. I'll be using this blog as my little ramble wall for my yandere tendencies. (*^‿^*)

A little background about me; I've been a Japanese exchange student in Okinawa, Kyoto and Numazu; my greatest wish is to go back one day, this time to experience the high school life.

My Aesthetics include: Jirai Kei, Scene and Himekaji!

My diagnoses include: C-PTSD; BPD (Type 1 and 4), Bipolar disorder; and Leukocytosis along with sickle cell anemia.

A bit of my background: I've been hospitalized my whole life for my weak body; Everyone around me from the day I was born have subjected me to almost every category of abuse.

My hobbies: Gardening; Kendo/Kenjutsu, Writing, piano, cosplay, baking, cleaning, sewing. Housewifing (cooking, baking, cleaning). Art, stargazing, tarot readings.

My passions: Japanese history and folklore; Forensic Pathology and medical science; My garden; especially my tangerine orchard! ヽ(>∀<☆)ノ

Favourite food: Tangerines, Taiyaki, Takoyaki, Kakigōri(─‿‿─)♡

Favourite song: Edo Gimmick; Sunshine Pika Pika Ondo; Secret Garden, Backlight; Where the wind blows, Propose, Insanity.

Favourite artists: Ado, Rebzyyx

Favourite color: Cyan, Orange; Fuschia.

Words that describe me: Internet, sleeping, chronically online (ಥ﹏ಥ)

I'M 15 YEARS OLD SO 20+ DNI!!!

Dislikes/hate: CHEATERS; CHEATERS!! spiders and bugs.

Favourite animal: Fox, Seal and Tiger

Favourite youtubers: Pewdiepie, Markiplier, Ulttis, Sillis, LDshadowlady, Ihascupquake, flamingo, Jacksepticeye, MKGamerr, Caseohh

Favourite flower; Buttercups, chocolate cosmos, spiderlily, bleeding heart, Weeping Begonia.

Personality explained with a few words: Extremely shy, to the point I can be perceived as stern (╯_╰)

Hyperfixations: Minecraft Storymode, One Piece, Love Live School Idol Project, Creepypasta.

all my fandoms: (I dont know if i forgot to put my dear hatchet man but it's supposed to be there. along with horimiya and a bunch of other rpg horror games)

NOTE; IM IN A LOOOT OF OTHER FANDOMS SO I TEND TO FORGET!!! (i forgor to put huniepop..=)

My top kins: Shirahoshi; Akane Kurokawa; Mikan Tsumiki; Kobeni; Toriel; Mafuyu Asahina; Nene Kusanagi; Chara; Kris; Kotonoha Katsura; Yuri (DDLC); Pomni;

MBTI: ISFJ (SI FE TI NE)

TRITYPE: 692

ENNEAGRAM: 5W4

SOCIONICS: SEI

ATTITUDINAL PSYCHE: LEFV

MORAL ALIGNMENT: CHAOTIC NEUTRAL

BIG 5: NEUROTICISM

BIG 5(SLOAN): RLUAI

SEXUAL: 3 and/or 5

INSTINCTUAL VARIANT: SP/SX

AGREABLENESS: 75%

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS: 75%

OPENNESS 80%

TEMPERAMENT: MELANCHOLIC DOMINANT

SUN SIGN: AQUARIUS

MOON SIGN: ARIES

RISING SIGN: GEMINI

ZODIAC: AQUARIUS

BIRTHDAY: JANUARY 22ND

BOUNDARIES!

Anti's, Fetishizers, homophobes, judgmental people, terfs, etc DNI!!!

INTERACT: other irl yandere's!! Everyone with the same interests as me!

And that's about that.. ╮(￣ω￣;)╭

Thank you for visiting my page!!!_:(´ཀ`」 ∠):_

[lousypotatoes]

I'll Walk Down The Lane

Next

Previous

Song Recommendation:

All Around Me - Flyleaf

Since Alastor doesn't make any appearancs in the fourth episode, I've decided to not write for that episode, since it would be difficult to insert the reader in a situation where Alastor is not present. Instead, I'll just be writing the next timeskip back into the twenties.

90 years ago...

It was six-fifteen in the evening. The weather was still stormy and rainy as it was a few hours ago.

Alastor was in his dining room making sure everything was absolutely perfect for his darling Y/N.

Oh, how much he loved her. He would do anything for his Y/N.

He would die for her.

He would kill for her.

He would blow up the moon if she asked him.

He was so in love with her.

He loved everything about her.

Her voice, her hair, her eyes, her smile, her laugh, her humor, even her annoying little dog, Honey.

Ever since that day when he had heard Y/N's voice over the telephone when she called in to request a song on the radio, Alastor knew that he wanted to marry that woman one day.

Even if she found out about his...little secret...he could never stay mad at her.

After making sure the jambalaya was to his liking, Alastor sat down at the couch in his living room, picked up a newspaper, and waited patiently for Y/N to arrive.

Yes...it was past the time that she was supposed to have arrived, but she was always a little bit late, so Alastor thought nothing of it.

He knew that his darling Y/N would never intentionally disappoint him.

As he finished reading about the newest murder, Alastor checked his wristwatch for tenth time, frowning when he saw it was almost seven in the evening.

Y/N was always late, but never this late.

Did she stand him up?

No, what a stupid question to ask. If Y/N couldn't make it or had something come up, she always called, apologizing profusely and explaining why she couldn't make it.

So why was there no phone call?

"If I ain't there by at least seven, you better come and get me and drag me back to your place,"

Setting down his newspaper, Alastor got off of the couch, grabbed his raincoat and umbrella and headed off into the stormy weather.

The rain hammered down, sounding like pebbles as hit against his umbrella. 'Good thing her flower shop isn't too far,' Alastor thought. Thunder cracked from above in a big boom, lightning lit up the sky in a beautiful yet uneasy way. The wind howled, whipping around his coat and his umbrella.

His nice shoes sloshed through puddles, soaking his socks and his skin as he made his way through the rainy weather.

As he walked, he saw Y/N's flower shop in the distance. The lights were still on, casting a warm glow through the window. That meant that she was still inside.

As he reached the flower shop, for some reason, Alastor had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He ignored the feeling, brushing it off as paranoia due to the storm.

Opening the flower shop door, he immediately knew why he had such a bad feeling.

Shards of glass littered the floor, along with stray begonias, and splatters of....holy shit, was that blood?

"Y/N!?" Alastor called out in a panicked voice. "Darling, are you in here!?"

Alastor very slowly walked further in the shop, the sound of broken glass crunching under his feet.

He gulped, feeling like his heart lurching in his throat.

"Y/N?" he called out again, his voice barely above a whisper.

A faint sound came from behind the counter, like the rustle of cloth against wood. His heart pounded, his worries churning up into full-fledged fear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and walked over, leaning down to peer over the counter.

What he saw made his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.

Y/N was there, her body leaning up against the counter. Blood was all over her S/C skin, staining her beautiful F/C dress. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face, and her lips were parted, trembling as she tried to speak.

She was alive but barely.

"Alastor..." she whispered, her breath shaky.

"Y/N!" Alastor cried, kneeling down. He grabbed her hand, feeling the warmth slipping away. His mind was racing, his hands shaking as he searched frantically for something—anything—to stop the bleeding. He pressed his hand against the wound, rainwater from his sleeve mingling with her blood, tears stinging his eyes.

"Stay with me, my love, please," Alastor sobbed, his voice breaking, tears staining the lenses of his glasses.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glassy, like she was already drifting away. "Alastor....I....he....I couldn't..."

"Shh, it's alright," he lied, choking back a sob. "It's gonna be alright. I'll get help, I'll-"

But her hand squeezed his, barely a flicker of strength left. "Please don't leave me!" she sobbed. "I'm not ready to die!"

"You're not going to die!" Alastor panicked. "You're going to be just fine, I promise!"

The rain slammed against the windows as he stayed there, holding her hand, his mind swirling with disbelief, denial, a desperation that clawed at him. Everything he wanted to say to her—how much he’d looked forward to their nights together, how she was the best thing that had ever happened to him—all of it knotted up in his throat, useless.

Y/N's fingers went limp, slipping from his. With one last small breath, her eyes closed, slipping into unconsciousness.

“Y/N” His voice was small, fragile. He shook her shoulder gently. “Y/N? Come on…you’re just…you’re just a little hurt, that’s all…”

No response.

Alastor’s breath came in jagged gasps as uncontrollable sobs left his body. His hands were smeared with her blood, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. He clutched her close, burying his face in her hair, feeling the weight of her lifeless body settle against him. The whole room felt like it was spinning, caving in, until there was only him and her, surrounded by the scent of crushed flowers and iron.

The door creaked, and he looked up, but there was no one there.

Outside, thunder rolled, and lightning flashed, casting a brief, harsh light across her pale face. He whispered her name over and over, as if he could bring her back, as if he could turn back time. But all he could do was sit there, holding her, the storm howling outside like it, too, knew of his loss.

im sorry that i haven't been uploading as much

theres just been a lot going on and i needed to take a break

but im going to try and start uploading a lot more

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

Taglist 💋

@maksdust @trippoverrt @slytherin4ever @lucifers-silhouette @a-small-tyrant

@mo-0-o @cutiebimbo @mommymilkers0526 @mikariell95 @al-of-the-stars

@martinys-world @bibliophile-yomna @mysticwitchcraftco @notsoaverageguy-1997 @flamewriterr

[backside-into-the-heavenly]

Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly'

A captivating display of dark, almost blackpink leaves adorned with intricate white veins, resembling the wings of a butterfly.

Plant care guide:

Light: Bright, indirect light. Avoid direct sunlight, which can scorch the leaves.

Water: Keep soil consistently moist but not soggy. Allow the top inch of soil to dry out slightly between waterings.

Soil: Well-draining potting mix rich in organic matter.

Temperature: 65-80°F (18-27°C). Avoid cold drafts and sudden temperature changes.

Humidity: Prefers moderate to high humidity. Misting the leaves regularly or using a humidifier can help maintain humidity.

Fertilizer: Apply a balanced liquid fertilizer diluted to half strength once a month during the growing season.

Garden decoration ideas:

These striking begonias are perfect for adding a touch of drama and elegance to your indoor garden. They can be displayed on their own or combined with other plants for a colorful and vibrant arrangement.

#houseplants #Plants #garden ‎

[book--brackets]

Kingdoms and Empires by Jaclyn Moriarty (2017-2023)

Bronte Mettlestone's parents ran away to have adventures when she was a baby, leaving her to be raised by her Aunt Isabelle and the Butler. She's had a perfectly pleasant childhood of afternoon teas and riding lessons - and no adventures, thank you very much.

But Bronte's parents have left extremely detailed (and bossy) instructions for Bronte in their will. The instructions must be followed to the letter, or disaster will befall Bronte's home. She is to travel the kingdoms and empires, perfectly alone, delivering special gifts to her ten other aunts. There is a farmer aunt who owns an orange orchard and a veterinarian aunt who specialises in dragon care, a pair of aunts who captain a cruise ship together and a former rockstar aunt who is now the reigning monarch of a small kingdom.

Now, armed with only her parents' instructions, a chest full of strange gifts and her own strong will, Bronte must journey forth to face dragons, Chief Detectives and pirates - and the gathering suspicion that there might be something more to her extremely inconvenient quest than meets the eye...

The Lost Conspiracy by Francis Hardinge (2008)

On Gullstruck Island, legend has it that the mountain ranges and volcanoes are in charge. Anger them, and you'll pay the price. Keep them happy, and you'll enjoy their protection. These stories of the land's command come in handy for quiet, near-invisible Hathin when she must run for her life. Hathin's sister, Arilou, is believed to be a Lost. The Lost are held nearly sacred by those on Gullstruck, for they can send their senses away from their bodies. If Lost, Arilou can read a message across the island. If Lost, Arilou can hear whispers in the corners of private rooms. If Lost, Arilou can smell bread baking in the governor's mansion. All from her beachside hut. But the question remains: Is Arilou really a Lost? When all the Lost drop dead--except Arilou--she and Hathin are swept into a grand conspiracy that leads them to the most sinister depths--and heights--of the island.

Isola by Brenden Fletcher (2018-2020)

An evil spell has been cast on the Queen of Maar and her Captain of the Guard will do anything to reverse it. Their only hope lies on an island half a world away--a place known in myth as Isola, land of the dead.

The Secret of a Heart Note by Stacey Lee (2016)

Sometimes love is right under your nose. As one of only two aromateurs left on the planet, sixteen-year-old Mimosa knows what her future holds: a lifetime of weeding, mixing love elixirs, and matchmaking—all while remaining incurably alone. For Mim, the rules are clear: falling in love would render her nose useless, taking away her one great talent. Still, Mimosa doesn’t want to spend her life elbow-deep in soil and begonias. She dreams of a normal high school experience with friends, sports practices, debate club, and even a boyfriend. But when she accidentally gives an elixir to the wrong woman and has to rely on the lovesick woman’s son, the school soccer star, to help fix the situation, Mim quickly begins to realize that falling in love isn’t always a choice you can make.

The Fairy Realm by Emily Rodda (2001-2006)

When Jessie searches for her ill grandmother's missing charm bracelet, she is led to a magical world and finds she has a reason and right to be there.

Lays of the Hearth-Fire by Victoria Goddard (2019-2023)

Cliopher Mdang knows all about consequences. He is the Secretary in Chief of the offices of the Lords of State: the official head of the Imperial Bureaucratic Service of Zunidh, unofficial head of the government. He spends his days dealing with all the manifold results of enormously complicated systems.

He is also the personal secretary to his Radiency Artorin Damara, Last Emperor of Astandalas, Lord of Zunidh: the Sun-on-Earth, the Lord of Tising Stars, worshiped as a god.

Cliopher has never touched his lord, never called him by name, never initiated a conversation. He would never say aloud that he loves him, but it is for his lord, and not his own power or prestige, that he spends his life far from home and the family who have never quite forgiven him for leaving.

It is blasphemy to suggest that the Sun-on-Earth might need something as ordinary in human as a break. But one day Cliopher turns to his lord and invites him on a holiday to his homeland, the tropical paradise of Vangavaye-ve, which is as far from the court as it is possible to be. It is a place where pretension is soundly discouraged and pretenses are undone, and where the divine never very far from the human.

Valkyrie by Kate O'Hearn (2013-2016)

Freya is dreading her upcoming birthday when she'll officially have to take up her duties as a Valkyrie. She doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of the legends before her--legends including her mother and sisters. And she certainly doesn't want anything to do with humans 

Freya thinks humans are cruel, hate-filled creatures, but as she observes their world, she begins to wonder what it would be like to make friends with the girls or laugh with the boys she sees. And what would it be like to live without the fear that she could cause someone's death with a single touch? 

Then when she's sent on her first mission, she reaps the soul of a fallen soldier with unfinished business...business that sends her on an epic quest to the mortal world. Will Freya find the true meaning of being a human, or will she finally accept the legend she is destined to become?

Doomspell by Cliff McNish (2000-2002)

In a blaze of light, rush of wind and scrabble of claws, Rachel and Eric are ripped through the wall and hurtled on to another world. Like thousands of other children before them, they have been snatched away by the Witch.

But this time the Witch has met her match. Rachel discovers that she has extraordinary gifts: she can transform herself into a feather, or fly on an owl’s back, just as the Witch can. The Witch is excited she has found someone to use for her own evil purposes. But for the Witch’s victims, Rachel is their only hope.

Drizzle by Kathleen Van Cleve (2010)

Eleven-year-old Polly Peabody knows her family's world-famous rhubarb farm is magical. The plants taste like chocolate, jewels appear in the soil, bugs talk to her, and her best friend is a rhubarb plant named Harry. But the most magical thing is that every single Monday, at exactly 1:00, it rains. Until the Monday when the rain just stops. Now it's up to Polly to figure out why, and whether her brother's mysterious illness and her glamorous aunt Edith's sudden desire to sell the farm have anything to do with it. Most of all, Polly has to make it start raining again before it's too late. Her brother's life, the plants' survival, and her family's future all depend on it.

Lyra by Patricia C. Wrede (1982-1994)

Trouble is brewing in Alkyra. While the kingdom’s noblemen squabble, on their borders an ancient enemy, the Lithmern, raises an army. As the head of the Noble House of Brenn attempts to organize an alliance, the princess Alethia celebrates her twentieth birthday. She is a remarkable woman: quick-witted, beautiful, and handy with a throwing knife. But on the next night, she passes through a dark corridor on her way to the banquet hall, and never emerges from the shadows. The Lithmern have kidnapped the princess.   When Alethia regains consciousness, an evil Lithmern with a face made of shadows is carrying her through the forest. These are magic woods, home to fabled creatures whose existence she has always doubted. To find her way home, Alethia will have to learn to trust in the old tales, whose legends of magic and daring hold the only hope of saving her kingdom.

[elongatedtennisball]

TBCU MASTER LIST OF BLOGS!!

A

@a-really-cool-tennis-ball

@a-third-tennis-ball

@acoustic-tenor-ball

@an-interesting-tennis-ball

@art-tennis-ball

@angel-tennis-ball

@angsty-teenager-tennis-ball

B

@background-character-tennis-ball

@ball-ghost-tennis

@ball-with-a-god-complex

@blue-tennis-ball

@broken-tennis-ball

@bs-tennis-ball

@bunny-tennis-ball

@business-tennis-ball

C

@cellist-tennis-ball

@chemist-tennis-ball

@clown-tennis-ball

@cone-snail-ball

@crazy-ghost-tennis-ball

@crow-tennis-ball

@crying-tennis-ball

@crystalline-tennis-ball

@cupid-tennis-ball

D

@darkness-tennis-ball

@dog-tennis-ball

@dove-tennis-ball

@drama-tennis-ball

E

@elongated-tennis-ball

@elongated-tennisball

@elongated-tennis-hater

@experimental-tennis-ball

@explosive-tennis-ball

F

@fae-tennis-being

@festive-tennis-ball

@fisherman-tennis-ball

G

@gayfurrytennisball

@glaucus-atlanicus-ball

@gsh-tennis-ball

H

@hamstertball

@hero-tennis-ball

@husband-tennis-ball

I

@i-also-hate-tennisball

@idoltennisball

@i-hate-freaky-ball

@i-hate-tennis-ball

@i-love-tennis-ball

@im-the-mail-hi

@inventor-tennis-ball

@iridescent-tennis-ball

@i-want-tennis-ball

J

@jellyfish-tennis-ball

K

L

@librarian-tennis-ball

@lyrical-tennisball

M

@mafia-tennis-ball

@mailman-tennis-ball

@mermaid-tennis-ball

@monochrome-tennis-ball

@moribund-tennis-ball

N

@normal-tennis-ball

@not-traumatized-tennis-ball

@nudibranch-tennis-ball

@nurse-tennis-ball

O

@old-tennis-ball

@oracle-tennis-ball

@orange-tennis-ball

P

@psychic-tennis-ball

Q

R

@radiant-tennis-ball

@retrotennisball

@ringmaster-tennis-ball

@rizzler-tetanus-ball

S

@salt-tennis-ball

@shark-tennis-ball

@silly-tennis-ball

@snake-tennis-ball

@sorceresstennisball

@starred-tennis-ball

@steampunk-tennis-ball

@stitched-up-tennisball

@sun-tennis-ball

T

@tennisballexecutioner

@tennis-ball-foresight

@tennis-ball-haze

@tennis-ball-memory

@tennis-ball-thief

@tennis-ball-with-a-knife

@tennisball-wizard

@the-moderator-2

@tripping-tennis-ball

@twin-tennisballs

U

V

@victorian-tennis-ball

W

@writer-tennis-ball

X

Y

Z

@zoominballs-the-second-time

Other:

Some of us have made blogs for our OCs that are **not** roleplay blogs, but instead in-character blogs!

@xx-glitch60902-xx (Cleo)

@east--eclipse (Atlas)

@divinewizard (The Wizard)

@angelic--begonia (Agnus)

@stitched-4-eva (Stitchie)

@eyes-of-fishes (Fisheye)

@lobotomiesshouldbelegal (Niall)

@zhreaenti (Aspen)

@malewife-aura (Cress)

@ritmo-soleado (Sol)

@mrowwwwwwww (Merrow)

@617274-f (Art)

@effervescent-quill (Elis)

@what-it-couldve-been (Zoomin)

@seasirenfatale (Ciaran)

@three-gold-coins-in-a-cloak (Judas)

[deceitxdeception]

Day 4: Flower Language

I choose Magnolias and Begonias

Magnolias means dignity, nobility, endurance, perseverance, sweetness, pride and power. They are the white flowers.

Begonias means uniqueness, cautions and warning. They beside Kokichi c:

[echantedtoon]

Freedom

(Warnings for Y/n abandoning her children, mentioned death,this is sad and possibly dark. Mentioned cannibalism and blood. Wanted to explore a what if scenario if Y/n had ever managed to escape during the final confrontation of the slayers vs DK Kagaya. This is NOT cannon to the au, just a what if scenario really.)

After the darkness of night, the sun rises on the horizon, spreading it's golden light in every direction. The light is a gift. Bold and free for anyone who cares to open their eyes in the dawn and watch the world awake. That was the purpose of the great ball of light in the sky. A fire ignited to bring warmth to the earth and inspire us to seek our own fiery passion within.

The light now seeped across the surface and pooling over everything like molten gold. Letting warmth spread upon the winds that rustled through tree leaves and creaking branches. Waving across soft blades of grass and coating the ground in flower pollen. Carrying the lovely scent on the breeze and helping to calm one's worries and sorrows. 

A flower was plucked. A simple tiny dandelion but it felt like a treasure against the skin as fingers took care to caress its soft stem and dainty yellow petals. F/c eyes staring at it like it was good. No. More valuable than gold. Gold was nothing compared to finally having the freedom to hold a flower within the light. 

It had been a year since you had escaped the prison which caged you within their grasp. A year since the man who had claimed you to be his queen had been burned to dust by the Sun's gold and an entire year since the death of his lineage as well. 

The wind blew kicking up strands of your hair and making the shadows dance from the shady place under the tree you sat against. The rough bark digging into your back but you didn't mind. That just meant you were truly free and not a prisoner trapped within a maze like a caged bird. The last time you were able to hold a flower was years ago and when you were still held prisoner by the man who had cloaked himself in blood and darkness.

Ubuyashiki 

The very last time you had been allowed to hold such a flower like this, you hadn't even been allowed to pick it from the soft ground yourself. Instead it was brought to you as a twisted gift by hands stained with the blood of thousands of innocent lives. A smile upon his visage as he presented them to you like a Cheshire cat bringing it's master a dead rat expecting to please you. 

"Darling, I brought you these begonias. Aren't they lovely?"

"I think they'd be lovelier if you were to allow me to go outside of this hellscape and just once let me pick my own flowers."

"*sigh* You may not understand but the dangers of venturing into the unknown is too risky. The children are still so young, they need their mother. I could never do that to them."

"Dangers? Even if I were to be in the presence of the most powerful demon in the world? You seem to be running out of excuses for keeping me held up within your cursed castle, Kagaya."

"Hmhm. Perhaps but I would never forgive myself if anything were to happen to you. My most beloved wife. Prioritizing your safety above anything else is most crucial."

For your own good. For the better care of your children. You hated the way his comforting words made it sound like he was truly determined to do anything and everything in his power to ensure the safety of his twisted family when in reality it was just him keeping you a prisoner trapped within those walls. Perhaps in his own twisted brain, or brains as his modified himself to have multiple, he truly convinced himself that he was just doing everything to protect you. 

Sometimes you were starting to doubt your own sanity, question your own thoughts and morals. You knew now that was just what he wanted you to do but now you were free of it all. The second guessing, the manipulation, and the imprisonment. Surrounded by the calmness of nature. Just you and no one else.

"You hear that, Kagaya? You have no power over me."

The war was beginning.  The beginning of the end was here at last. You stood upon the edge of  death and watched as bodies rained from the skies , their screams forever echoing in your mind and your eyes never unseeing the horrors of humans trying to reach out to the ever shifting rooms and ledges to stop their decent into the abyss of rooms and stairs. The only thing definite within the loud screaming and demons giving their war cries and cheers for food being provided from the heavens was the man standing within the middle of it all.

A man high above everyone else hashed, burnt, and impaled but somehow impossibly alive. Smiling at the sinful rainfall like it was heaven's gift to his kind as the furious woman stabbed her hand through his chest. The manic look in those eyes only fueled by the bloodlust fury surrounding him and dropping all around.

Openings from the sky above revealed the stars that were just out of reach, had forever been forced out of reach for you the past eight years. Your hands twitched as the faint fleeting freedom past the horror was once again made impossible to you as they were enveloped by the smaller hands of miniature copies of your captor.

"Mother, we're leaving now." The two copies spoke as one each enveloping your hands and pulling you towards the inner workings of the ever shifting prism around you.

The resigned feeling in your steps only obeyed their lead as you had many times before after so many failed escape attempts to escape or find a none existent exit in this prison. Leading you away from the incoming slaughter and fight that would inevitably start and reign discord everywhere. The feeling of being lead to the enclosed designated 'safe room' was not unlike a prisoner being walked to their cell with five wardens to ensure the travel there was met. 

You probably would have still remained a prisoner to this day if you had allowed yourself to remain within the confined space and do nothing but entertain the children whom was apathetic to the destruction their father brought to do many lives. Tossing a round ball in imitation of play, a different small pair of hands clutching onto the hem of your dress and big eyes staring up to you with the same want and need they wished from you that their father stared down at you with. 

After all you were their mother. This is what a mother did right? Play with her children? So why did the simply act not bring you joy? How could these children simply play away as people lost their lives fighting for a noble purpose outside these four walls? You felt nothing but a deep disturbing and anger from them. Did not one care in this picture? 

Bounce. Bounce. Bounce. The little ball went. To one small pair of hands to the next. Bouncing and bouncing from one to another then to you again before it exchanged hands again. Never ending cycle like the one you were in. But eventually there would be a breath in the cycle one that came charging in through the door just as the ball simply again graced itself into your hands. 

The thundering of footsteps and crashing of the door giving away from the outside was alarm enough to allow the dangerous echoing to break the mold and stop the routine. The stoppers being two men panting heavily from the battles of war and drenched in blood. Whether it was their own, fallen comrades, slain enemies, or any mixture of the above was anyone's guess. What was evident in their eyes was the determination and horror at suddenly running into more demons on their way through. In a blink of an eye drawling swords so quickly that even with all the inhuman behaviors you'd witnessed surprised you.

"Demons!," the first one hissed drawing a long blood soaked katana in response to the baring of small fangs that had garnered about the room. "They'll die like the rest of the monsters. Lying decayed at my feet!"

The second one shared the same sentiment with the first Slayer however the realization in his eyes was unmistakable. "Hold on, Sekido. Only the small ones are demons. There's a human in here!"

"Huh?! Most likely food to feed the lot of them! No matter."

"Stay still!" The second one assured you with the big eyelashes and strange stripes wrapped around his wrists. "We'll get you out!"

"Mother, careful." Small hands tugged on you for comfort. "Step back."

"EH?! That woman mothered those things?! She's not better than the rest of the rats! Let's just clear out the pests and get back to the mission at hand!"

"That's not entirely true! Remember that spider kid? She's probably a captive to suit their needs!"

"Ugh! Who CARES!? That's not our problem right now!!"

"Do you need help?!" Blue eyes desperately looked at you. "Just tell us now and we'll help you. I promise!"

Help? Get out? That seemed like a far away distant wish that had already been crushed like a snowflake under someone's foot. How many times did you just fall into this routine? Lost count. How many times had you scaled stairways leading to no where, jumped from floating ledge to floating ledge, opened up door after door in search of an escape? Some form of hidden exit? Only to find nothing but more emptiness and demons. Sometimes even running into a demon that would only make you go back to the awaiting grasps of your children. Always clinging to your sides, always watching, and always guiding you back to your place in the middle of them all. Like how a mother should be. That's what Kagaya always said when you to be scolded in his presence. 

Isn't that what you wanted? To be a good mother? 

"Come, Mother. Follow us."

Follow us. Follow us deeper into the dungeon and farther away from the light. ..The light. The beautiful gorgeous light that warmed your skin and washed away all the fears of night. Wild. Without a care..

F R E E

The thudding of a ball bounced, bounced, bounced with thuds as it tumbled from shaking hands filled with renewed embers of hope long since lost. Desperate to the men before her.

"Please..help me."

It was a blur. Not remembering what happened between the time you pleaded for help and when you were pulled along behind the man with fluffy lashes, being yanked along by your wrist and towards the unknown. Heart pounding and lungs burnt from years of being trapped within the darkness.

"What are you doing?! What have you done to my children?!"

Rage rattled the very foundation of the wood you ran across, splintering and shattering to pieces with each step your feet ran against the hardwood surface. Fleeing from the jaws of the monster that roared with uncanny fury at the loss of his world built up for eons. Crumbling and slipping through his fingers like paper after being soaked by water.  The adrenaline of fear you hadn't felt in years flooding back stronger than even the first day you saw him take a life.

"Keep running! Don't look back!!"

Don't look back. Don't go back. Don't think about the back then! Just run! Go! You weren't going to let the thing behind you hold you prisoner again. Don't let him catch you.

"She belongs to me! B R I N G   H E R   B A C K!!"

"Keep running!" The hold around your wrist pulled you before him, shoving your back to run faster. "Don't stop until you reach the open air!!" 

"NO"

Claws dug into the fabric of your soul clawing violently. Desperation. Formed between panic and frivolous want knowing upon your bones from the thing behind you.

"Don't leave me!"

Worlds collided and evaporated. Taking all rational thoughts with it. Run! Just run! Don't look back! Don't stop!

"Youcantleavemeyoucantleavemeyoucantleaveme!! Please I beg of you do not leave me! I can't lose you!"

Lungs burnt in panic beyond comprehension. You couldn't think clearly. You felt like you was burning in a fire while also frozen so numb in ice. Loosing all feeling but fear, panic, and the burning in your lungs as slingers of wood splattered forever behind you. Bouncing off disappearing walls and threatening to cave in on you.

"I have nothing else. I don't want to lose this. I can't lose you! PLEASE! You're the only good thing I've ever felt!"

She was the only thing he could love. He didn't want to lose the light that had finally shined into his heart.

Run. Don't stop. Run!!

"I only wanted you safe! I swear...I'm sorry. Imsorryimsorryimsorryimsorry! Forgive me! Please don't leave me!"

Planks and flooring fell. Your hands desperately clutching up the hem of the dress you wore. Bit and pieces, splinters wedging themselves into the folds of your fabrics as you kept your head tilted down and continued running. 

"I LOVE YOU! I love you, I love you, I love you so much you don't understand!"

Your feet continued onwards. The sounds of shrieks, dying, cursing, and war around you persisted on. A bare foot slammed hard against the ground. You might've lost a shoe but you didn't hold back. Run. Don't look back.

"I want you. ONLY YOU! Please. Anything...Just don't leave me alone!! I WON'T ALLOW YOU TO LEAVE ME!! YOU'RE MINE!!"

A scream tore from burning lungs as wild purpled vines whipped around you this way and that, breaking through the wooden world and just missing your own legs entangled in their grasp. Tears stung your orbs, burning as they continued to trail down the cheeks as you just kept going, and going and going. Body numb to the chaos around yourself as you had kept going and going. The ringing in your ears present as sounds buzzed together and your vision blurred as the world tilted, tilted, tilted-

And then you were falling.

A silent scream tearing down your throat and air pushing down your feather light body as the chaos collided alongside the fear in an ever blurring tornado of horrors. Continuing to fight with the darkness until it enveloped your very being.

When you had eventually come too from passing out, it was to a bright light being shined everywhere. A softness caressing your battered and pained body. A terrible throbbing came from your leg making you choke on a sob as you forced yourself to push yourself up onto your elbows. What your eyes beheld stunned you into silence.

The first thing that you even saw was green. A beautiful vibrant light green that rivaled your imagination. Your eyes stared at it in disbelief of the shapes it took. Grass. Soft green growing alive grass that bunched up in your palms and tickled your fingers as they squished within your grip. The feeling softer than any silks Kagaya brought to you as gifts. 

You were tempted to just lie there forever and never leave. Grip tightening as if afraid this was just another dream you'd awaken from only to find yourself once again in the prison of rooms and stairs. Forcing yourself to look up around you, lead you to realize that you had wound up in some kind of forested area. Trees waved above you overhead casting dancing shadows along your body as it struggled against the ground in pain. The sun shining on you like a beacon of hope assuring you that everything was alright now. However your eyes weren't done with being shocked as they landed upon a door just lying on the ground above you.

A door? From the Infinity Castle? Is that what you fell through?

The pain worsened in every way as you dragged your heavy form across the grass and splinter littered ground towards the door. You HAD to know! You had to be certain that this wasn't just a dream. Your arms stung dragging yourself inch until you shakily made it to the doorway. The pain worsening to a hundred degrees as you willed your strength to pull at the bottom of the door. Pulling, pulling, pulling until the door cracked enough for your bloodied and bruised fingers to wedge themselves between the cracked doorframe and sliding door so you could painfully pull it open. The loud creaking gave way not to a dark tunnel underneath like they always lead to ...but more grass and pieces of broken wood hidden underneath. Like if the door just fell here.

The only thing you could do in that moment was cry. Becoming a sobbing, screaming, crying mess as your body once again slumped down upon the remains of the door and grass and continued to cry until you lost consciousness.

The second time you had awoken it was inside some building covered in bandages and wrapped up in white sheets. For a few panicking moments you were sure they had dragged you back into this prison or worse it had all been nothing but a vivid dream. However the people who had restrained your panicked limbs were VERY much human. A couple young girls..nurses apparently. Someone had found your body slumped down over the door and carried you back to this mansion for treatment alongside anyone else who had survived the long war. 

It was then that your most desired good had been confirmed by the people surrounding you.

The slayers had won.

A sigh left your lips as you stood up once more. Allowing the petals of the flower to scatter at your feet or be blown away by the wind. Your body scarred from the ordeal. Sometimes you still had nightmares of being trapped again. But scars would fade. Nightmares were nothing but bad dreams and eventually they took will fade away from you in time. Because now you were freed off the monsters that once lurked in the shadows.

"I hope you're as miserable in death as you had made me in life."

[saayawolf]

Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly' 🦋🌕✨

—

Care Guide

🌞 Light: Keep it in bright, indirect light. Harsh sunlight can scorch its stunning leaves, so indirect is the way to go!

🌱 Soil: A well-draining, rich potting mix will keep those roots happy. It loves soil with lots of organic matter!

💧 Water: The soil should stay consistently moist, but not soggy. Allow the top inch to dry out a bit between waterings to avoid overwatering.

🌡️ Temperature: Ideal temps range between 65-80°F (18-27°C). Begonia doesn't like the cold, so keep it warm and away from drafts.

💦 Humidity: Loves moderate to high humidity! Mist its leaves regularly or place it near a humidifier for best results.

🌿 Fertilizer: Feed monthly during the growing season with a diluted liquid fertilizer to encourage healthy growth and vibrant foliage.