#decadent daylilies

[harpsicalbiobug]

why is there buckthorn. this is colorado.

[izel-scribbles]

whoaaaa oc art ?!?! closeups + lore under cut

This is Prince Kari Winnseer!!! (He/him)

He was third in line to the throne when his father sent him away to become a knight amidst murmurs of dissent among the court and a vicious new queen. The new queen, Jadia, gradually poisons the king so she can rule alone. She orders the murders of Kari and his siblings, but is overthrown by a resistance force that has been building up over the past decade or so of her rule. The resistance still wants to get rid of the royal family, and they succeed for the most part. Kari is placed under a sleeping spell for 100 years by the retired general who was training him but couldn’t bring herself to kill him. A century later, Ezra stumbles upon the clearing where Kari has laid and accidentally breaks the spell.

the flowers and their meanings here are:

fern - magic

garlic flower - courage and strength

magnolia - nobility

marigold - grief

petunia - resentment

poppy - sleep or oblivion

gladiolus - fighting spirit

and this is Ezra Flannagán! (He/they)

Fox shapeshifter and pickpocket extraordinaire. Growing up, Ezra never lived in the same place for very long, as his mother (Lorne) kept the two of them moving around to avoid Ezra’s bloodthirsty father. When Ezra is 10, his father catches up to them, forcing Ezra to flee while Lorne tries to fight him off. Lorne manages to kill Ezra’s father, though she dies of her injuries soon after. The last thing she told Ezra was to go to the capital city and find Lorne’s old friend/situationship Alia, who ends up basically adopting Ezra. these flowers and meaning are:

snapdragon - deception

daisy - innocence

hellebore - anxiety

purple hyacinth - sorrow

mock orange - deceit

daylily - mother

rhododendron- danger

If this post does well i might elaborate more on their lore! This is just the important bits. I want to give Alia their own post as well :>

[trocaine]

as   dessert,   my   bleeding   heart,   gushing   with   your   adoration

prologue﹕kisses and desserts are the finest methods to solve some problems in paradise, or so your sweetie appears to think.

warnings ⸻ food kink explicit content moderate descriptions of the reader's appearance missionary outdoor sex crying orgasm denial creampie cunnilingus nipple licking.

special word��have fun reading. reblogs and interactions are highly appreciated.

any lady's face can be brightened by the combination of the sugary flavor of biscuits, the vivid color of candied fruits, and the allure of general sweetness! my words ring nothing but the thruth, my dear! let it be the whipped cream, so light and airy, melting on the tongue, the delicious eruption of flavor that occurs as you bite into the blossoming cherry on top of cake pieces. it wasn’t mere satisfaction that one would find in treating oneself with a little dessert at the end of the day⸻every taste becomes more decadent when money is involved. oh, how true that is. elevating an everyday moment of pleasure into a banquet worthy of being served at a grand table. whenever your guests are the weathered riffraff or the well-bred cream of the crop, dress up in your best rags and take a seat. the motto of today rings resonantly: ‘wine and dine till your stomach bursts due to endless gluttony!’ yet beneath the glamorous occasion; the glimmer and shine concealed the stark reality of bloodied hands scrambling for mere crumbles, standing in sharp contrast with the polished flush hands of the aristocracy that could afford to view the world as some sort of dashing paradise. let's eat, then! allow us to appreciate every bite! as the festivities go on and on till they cause your surroundings to spin like a malfunctioning carousel. “and what do you think of⸻...jayce? jayce!”

it was night that possessed traits that distinguished this particular one from past soirees. the air had been perfumed with a hefty mixture of aromatic scents; sapphire towers and daylilies with a hint of tea sandwiches, green tea, chocolate custard tarts with a burned caramelized layer on top of them and alfajores. including a small basket of fruits and picked cheeses. your garden, with its vibrant and lush foliage, appeared to stretch for eternity into the horizon. alongside the earlier mentioned flowers, a remarkable array of various plants had been tenderly tended to by attentive gardeners, each of which contributed a certain appeal to this enormous work of nature.

from the vigor of rosemary that was located at the entrance of the location to the colors belonging to the trails of freesias near the stream which had grayish stones placed at its sides. it formed a prickly sensory experience, a sequence of recurrent textures, odors, and sounds. think of the wet, rich soil, the singing of birds who have made their nests on top of the branches of trees that were no longer naked but instead coated with emerald-hued leaves. this nightfall was laden with an energy that was more than its indigo-colored skies that had the discolored, perigee moon as its recurring visitor. beneath the radiance of the orb of night, a couple was sitting on a crimson-coloured blanket, greedily taking in the love that was in the air. the kind that had the heart quaking against the bones of the ribcage, breaths coming in shortly and leaving as quickly, the trailing touch against skin would feel like a trail of fire with the sensation of getting burned being welcomed with open arms.

“did you even catch what i was asking of you, sweetie?” your figure was clad in something that could be easily described as ‘refined’. the dress on your physique featured a high neckline with long sleeves that reminded the man of the shapes of flower petals; the bodice had a row of buttons tailored into its lofty fabric trailing down to the waist that was cinched comfortably, followed by a floor-length, voluminous skirt that slid pleasantly over your legs. like the touch of a lover, the celestial light glided across your tanned skin. giving the coarse coils of your hair that you had wrapped upwards in a puff, with a ribbon that matched the color of your attire, a beautiful shine. and on top of your neck was a stunning pendant that jayce had not only gifted to you but also manufactured himself.

your gloved hand caressed softly against the slightly stubbled cheek of the esteemed scientist who was sitting across from you. although brief, the gesture conveyed familiarity. which was an obvious thing you would share with the inhabitant within your heart. by clearing your throat, the noise it let out was enough to bring his attention to the matter of hand. “you’ve been staring a lot. and barely touched the tea.” he moved his eyes toward the individual who had asked for his attention while maintaining a smile that was kind enough to avoid coming across as impolite. you. the gentlewoman who oh so happened to have her fingers in many prospering ‘pies’. the lady that made his heart weight lighter than the clouds. “i’m sorry,﹙name﹚. i had my head in the clouds. could you please repeat your question?” your heart sprang with cheer at the chuckle that escaped his lips as he composed his reply. however, you simply nodded in agreement while letting your hand grudgingly fall away from his face rather than speaking.

you took another few sips of the warm teacup in your gloved hand. the brim of the porcelain coming in contact with your mouth as the pale green liquid went down your throat.

“i asked you what your opinion was on the dishes here. i believe that the chefs have done an excellent job on the tea choice. it compliments the alfajores.” you said while gesturing to the mentioned delights with your unoccupied hand. “as a matter of fact, may i be frank with you?” ‘clink’ went the teacup as you placed it on its saucer, “you’ve been putting in quite the amount of hours in the academy. nearly missing this pressing rendezvous.” ouch! “if it wasn’t for the fact i pressed your assistant on reminding you, would you even have noticed?” that came off more biting than you wanted. you bite into the flesh of a cherry you've reached for in the basket. the dark red liquids ran down your chin.

night after night, particularly at the times when he had spent hours huddled up alongside his partner your heart ached for his return into your arms. surrounded with mountain-tall papers that were scrawled with all kinds of complex calculations and outmoded runes, bearing the brunt of a seemingly endless cycle of failures. their spirit remained unshakable even when the weeks started to blend together. even when more work was taking up space. but at last, after what seemed like an eternity of obstacles, it appeared that their unwavering pursuit for change had begun to bear its fruits in the end.

a discovery that paved the way for grand success. yet at the cost of such results, you were left with little time to spend with the dark-haired man. and tonight you wanted to get to the heart of the issue at hand. his large, calloused hands grappled around your digits with the kind of care that contradicts their appearance. he brushed the last of the beads of reddish juice off the corner of your lips with his thumb. it was through his gaze that you felt your barricades of mild irritation starting to crumble; ‘forgive me’ is what his eyes told as silence lingered by; aside from the slight sounds of the water's flow, which resided not so far away from where you were sitting. the warmth of his body shimmied down onto yours as jayce leaned in gently, enveloping you in an affectionate cocoon. every tiny adjustment in position, such as the way he angled his body to face you and form a barrier between you and the world around you, or the way he lightly ran his fingertips over the velvety smoothness of your cheek, said a thousand words.

a soft sigh left his mouth⸻an unguarded declaration that he wished to make amends for what had been frayed.

“i’m sorry,” he brought the back of your hand close to his lips, and the warmth of his lips pressing onto the surface deepened the cracks inside your defenses. ever the gentleman. “i truly am. and you’re right; i’ve let my work take up a lot of my time. after all, reaching the demands of the council is easier said than done. but,” he took a small breath before continuing as if gathering his thoughts amidst the weight of the moment. “that shouldn’t come at the cost of seeing you less. i will make it up to you. starting tonight and the rest of my life. i’m so sorry if i had made you feel like you were some sort of second thought, ﹙name﹚. you’ll always be my first priority, okay?”

to seal this claim, he kissed your forehead. the softness of his lips lingered like a whisper, and at that moment, the world around you appeared to have quieted down, or perhaps it was the quick hammering of your own heart that made the environment appear hushed while he waited for your response with bated breath. “...i suppose i can accept your attempt at kissing things better.” you tilted your head to the side in a feeble attempt forming a hard-to-get attitude, but it couldn’t hide away the smile that had the corners of your lips curling upwards. making it plain clear that your aloof façade of disinterest was nothing more than a cover for the joy that was bubbling up inside. “shall we continue eating then? i haven’t seen you try the chocolate custards. simply to die for.” “to die for? let’s see about that.”

hours have passed while you two were having a great time conversing. the topics of the discussions are? everything and anything that passed through your mind. the occasional chuckle, a gasp of amazement, and amusement heightened the intimacy that only grew with every second that went by. “and you haven’t told anyone about you being the actual reason why the academy added that particular rule? jayce, you naughty boy! who knew a guy like you could be rebellious?” you snuggled closer to the man's chest as he sat you between his legs, his arms wrapped around your upper torso. your teacups by now were half-empty with only a few of the dishes remaining untouched. his muscles were tensing and bulging, showcasing the strength that seems to emanate from every inch of him. you could feel the low vibrations running through his chest as he chuckled in response to your bewildered reaction to the story he was telling. and you couldn’t help yourself but melt further into his embrace because of it. “i wasn’t naughty!” his nut brown eyes narrowed hilariously as he pretended to be annoyed, but it was obvious that he was enjoying the lighthearted banter.

“it was an honest miscalculation on my part. but at least more safety regulations were put in place. so it’s a win-win for everyone, no?” “well that only became a concern in the first place because of your misdeeds.” a comfortable silence flowed over the both of you at once again. your body sagged by the gentle squeezes of his arms, and the tension in your muscles was starting to evaporate. you could feel the worries that you’ve allowed to plague your mind slip away⸻how you’ve missed this. the proximity, the warmth in the loving gestures, and even the beat of his chest going up and down when he breathes. “what has you in such a giggling mood all of the sudden?” you were giggling? goodness, you were not even taking in the fact how much the lack of his presence had affected you. but there he had you, giggling and sighing blissfully like a damsel with a crush on a good-looking prince charming. “you must be imagining things.” “am i now? and how sure are you with that, my dear?”

he nestled his head into the soft flesh of your neck. with a faint sigh, he inhaled deeply. taking in the scent that lazed over your skin. a fragrance that enveloped him like a shroud, has turned into a persistent reminder of home. powdery but tangy. it was enough to reduce the world to a mere murmur and make your body's warmth the focal point of attention. butterfly kisses began to make their introduction, making your hair stand up in delight. marks upon marks beginning to beautify your bronzed flesh.

“still believing that i was just imagining things, darling?” you felt yourself take in a sharp breath as his teeth trace over a particular sensitive spot. a flush of hotness enveloped your neck. the heat began making its path upwards, creeping onto your cheeks with a hue of dark maroon. “fine, fine! you’ve made your point!” as you bent forward to avoid his roguish attacks on your body, the laughter escaped your lips once more. “do you find it necessary to always want to prove yourself to be right, jayce?” your teasing remark gained the action of him shaking his head in amusement. “only when i know i am, honey. and you make it sound like you don’t relish in victory when proving me wrong fairly.” “me? relishing in victory? you must have confused me with some other lady.” “another lady? now you are just being a sweet hypocri⸻”

smooch! your lips, one of your greatest weapons, found their target. most of your fingers had taken a hold of themself at the side of his neck as you pressed him down your lips. the kiss was anything but harsh. all the bite you’ve been carrying has begun to slip out from the corner of your lips, tilting your head to the side to deepen the contact. jayce could taste it all. feel it all. the sweetness of the eaten desserts, the way his lips yield under the effort you poured behind the touch. how he felt as though he had been thrust down a long tunnel with no end in sight. he had put his hands around your arms and held on tight, being careful not to apply any force that would make you stop this dreamy, lovely moment you two were having.

his tongue continued exploring every nook and crack of your mouth, tasting and consuming the flavors that were something he could only describe as uniquely you. this kiss went beyond what one would consider mere hunger; he focused all of his might into making this kiss count. to make sure that his darling knew the depths of his enthusiasm. you felt your chest beginning to tighten from the lack of air you were getting out of the passionate snogging, and as much as you wished for the act of breathing to not be such an urgent necessity, you decided to pull away from him. a slender, shimmering string of saliva was what kept a connection between the both of you. as a quiet gasp left your kiss-swollen lips, your foreheads laid against each other, breaths blending into one, and your eyes glittered from the shared event. other than the hot jolt spreading in your chests and the whisper of what might happen next, nothing seems to matter at that time.

“d–do you want to continue this, jayce? out in the open?”

a faint squeal came out of your mouth as you felt yourself get pushed gently onto your back, large hands on the blanket, caging you beneath his body with his caramel-colored eyes that were drinking in every single detail on your face. he had a gaze like no other⸻well, that was your biased opinion regarding him. he had the kind of eyes that carried a depth within them that belittled his boyish appearance. their color seemed to reflect the mysteries of the cosmos itself. you couldn’t find the strength to pretend that you didn’t like where this path was leading you. “do i want it? my love, i want to make sure this night is unforgettable.” as he continues talking to you, you remain fixated on him, absorbing every word he utters with the kind of concentration some could describe as a little eerie. each flutter of your eyelashes caught the light, contrasting the gentle hues of your irises, creating a dance between shadow and light. it wasn't as though you were letting his words go in and out of your ears; rather, you were inwardly dissecting them to extract their essence. examining each and every heated emotion weaved through every single syllable.

“i want you to lose your mind in the most pleasurable of ways. to get drunk on the love i have for you alone. do you think you can handle that,﹙name﹚?” as he drew in close, the warmth of his breath touched your skin. he began to pepper delicate kisses all over your face and down your neck. every kiss he gave had a subtle hint of intensity, despite their overall tenderness and delicacy. every kiss from him causes a fluttering feeling across your entire body. his hands weren't doing much better as they ran over your figure in the meanwhile. exploring each line and curve with the intention of imprinting every feature of your body on his mind. he was opening your buttons one after the other. the silken fabric of your garments began to loosen over your shoulders, pushed down to reveal more of your dusky, rich skin to him, leaving you out to the warm air that did little to hide the excitement that was coursing through your veins.

“...but of course.” you answered swiftly. “who do you take me for?” as his mouth followed the line of your semi-transparent, thigh-high stockings from your ankles to the apex between the flesh of your thighs, you felt his hand seize hold of your ankles and straighten them. causing the layers of your skirt to fall over your chest. you felt a soft twitch going through your lower body as a feather-light brush of his mouth teased over the location where you wanted him to latch on the most. “can you not be such a tease!?” he was not put off by the snide tone that permeated what you were saying. it had the opposite effect instead. emboldening him to act all the more improperly than he already was; fostering the desire to misbehave. “you sound lovely when you act so bossy. if it becomes too much, tell me, okay?”

as you felt his fingers crawl beneath the textile of your underwear, his digits traced over the soaked contours of your outer lips that at this point were swollen to their maximum capacity, cupping a feel of your mound. “sha's tha pratteast theng out thera.” his words have been altered into downright gibberish by the time you felt his tongue laying flat against your cunt. his knees ached against the materials of the blanket beneath him, and his cockhead was throbbing against his briefs. while eating you out, his hands clutched and squeezed the flesh of your upper legs, which rested on his shoulders.

his tongue tip runs across the moist pair of lips between your thighs. your lower limbs twitched throughout the way his tongue licked, sucked, and occasionally left a nip on your pulsating clit. he is tempted to go deeper into your folds as your juices have started to trickle down over his wicked tongue, offering him a taste of you in the most personal way. “yo testi su guud.” ravenously slurping up the droplets of cloying desire that you had no control over. he looked up every now and again to see how much he was affecting you. his brown eyes grew darker with desire. jayce couldn't stop himself from enjoying the beautiful noises he was responsible for. your hand had a fistful of his hair pressing up farther into your pussy, your hips bucking against his mouth and the hard bone of his nose. adding more to the strong stimulation that made your dampened lips fall apart, made you feel hyper aware of the sweat that was rolling off your forehead and had your body feeling like it was placed in a pith of flames. wetting and staining his entire mouth area in the process. “damn you⸻mnhpf!” it was nearly too much. so unfair.

good grief, you could feel the man grinning while he persisted his maneuvers. he had you rushing to get past that delicious finish line simply due to his terrific technique. his pupils had dilated more than they had previously. the muscles surrounding your lower abdomen strain and shift. like a knot being pulled tighter and tighter. just ready and waiting for it to snap apart. his lungs burned from the exertion, which undoubtedly made him dizzy and caused sparks of white light to flicker in his eyes from the length of time he had spent licking between your legs. but making compromises is a necessary part of life, isn't it? moreover, it was definitely the perfect way to go out. . to see you looking so desperate for everything he could provide you one last time. “e’m nat denu yet huniy.” “i think i’m going t–to–oh gods⸻! jayce!” where there should’ve been an eruption of clear ejaculation coming, it didn’t arrive. instead you’ve received another surprise. one that had the incoming complaints die before they could take form on your tongue.

with his pants and briefs lowered sufficiently for his erection to spring free, the zipper down enough⸻the hardened flesh slapped against his hairy pelvis, leaving trails of his arousal dribbling down from the slit at his cockhead. he carefully lowered your legs off his shoulders, while he followed his action up by placing your hands onto your his, his dick kept ‘kissing’ your vagina by nudging his cockhead against your inner lips but without thrusting in, yet.

“﹙name﹚you don’t know how beautiful you look to me right now. well…you look beautiful at any moment of the day really. but right now you lok absolutely breath-taking.” his voice is heavy, raw, and utterly honest as he utters out the words. he ducked his head against yours. his hair sticking against your sweaty forehead. “my smart, beautiful, kind﹙name﹚. just look at that. the entirety of the world right in my arms.” “jayce, you absolute sap. was that truly needed?” your voice coming out as a weakened hiss as you tried hiding behind your hands but he wasn’t having any of it. “no, no. i want to see the face of the woman that makes my heart race so damn much. don’t hide it for me, please?” and who were you to not listen when that kind of tone was being used? in clear need for your favor but not a pushover per se. especially when there was something to gain from playing nice. “okay….i’ll take your words of flattery to heart. however, i’ll need you to actually start moving because i don’t know how long i can wait with your little friend rubbing against me.” and who was he not to attend to all of his lady's needs?

“easy there, hun. focus on your breathing. in and out. that’s it.” the man's deep thrusts kept your legs bouncing, as his veiny cock pushed open your thicken puckers. eliciting gasps and moans from the depths of your voice chords when he performs these movements. you firmly grasped the back of his shoulders with your fingers. your breaths mingled together as you struggled to keep up with the man by retaliating against his lengthy strokes. “you’re doing amazing.”

you could feel every vein, pulse, and thrust he delivered with his repetitive motions. he makes your warm inner walls spread apart so well via the impressive length and width of his cock. in spite of that, the true star of the evening was his immense cock's base, which obscenely kept your cunt fluttering around his thick shaft. you were soaking all over his length, creating a translucent circle of fluids that grew around the root, and wetting it heavily with your essence made it only easier to slip in and out. your jaw hung low, gasping for any crumbs of air you could get. “nghf⸻! hah!” it was driving you wild. to feel his heavy sack churn, jolt and twitch against your asshole that was squeezing onto nothing but emptiness while your pussy above it was receiving all sorts of fun.

the ecstasy that was flowing through him was only intensified by the sting of your nails as they drove into the tanned flesh of his thighs once your hands touched down there. “fuck..you are just wonderful…” he groans into your shoulder. his dick felt the pressure of your velvety passage contracting ad in return throbbed. the stretch made you feel completely full, and the veins were simply an extra bonus to the sensations you were having. “ngh! so good.” the snug enfold causing him to swallow thickly as his balls persistently tapped your asshole through his rapid maneuvers.

your earlobe was nipped by his lips, but the delicious sting was quickly relieved by his tongue. beads of cum started to form around your inner folds like cake frosting as the angry-red tip of his cock rubbed your sweet spot. smooching it, repeatedly grazing it, and causing bursts of white lights to momentarily block your eyesight. your puffy lips were bathed with his devotion.

“you are so deep in me. i love it.” you babbled. “i need you to–to go deeper.” you swallowed a lump of breath, allowing more moans to escape your moistened lips. your legs, with whatever strength you could muster in them, clung around his lion to push him down even deeper if that even were possible at this point. your body shook and twitched with a rush after each thrust. this exchange was so much more thrilling since you could see the contour of his cock completely submerged in your stomach. the amount of food you had consumed with him in the previous minutes made this encounter far more enjoyable. there was a nasty sense of satisfaction coming from having your wants tended by the man who had made it his goal to extensively impale your slit and fill it to the brim with his spunk. his tip brushing sweetly against your cervix. the vulgar kind of affection he laid down on you was making your hooded eyes go all crossed-eyed in pure, unadulterated lust.

“you want me deeper? i’ll gladly do so.” he whispered hoarsely in your ear as his movements didn’t flatter in speed. with a tiny upward curve of his eyebrow, jayce reached for your hand and placed it on the stomach area. the motion was as gentle as it was deliberate. “show me how deep you want it then.” with a slight shudder in your fingertips you brought it to a…not so reasonable level. but that didn’t stop you from being very ambitious. the little minx you were. “...think you can knock me over?” when you presented him with the challenge, he couldn't help but chuckle breathlessly. who was he to not rise up to the occasion? “knocking you over? i can do more than that. spread your legs apart for me. further. yeah, that's good.”

jayce is the kind of guy that won't stop until his objectives are done precisely. he won't make you regret giving him a bone, for sure. so, if that’s deep you want him to go? believe me when said that he will do anything to have you wholeheartedly satisfied.

the fact that his dick was back between your sobbing outer lips just fueled the yearning that was burning in your gut. through the unique position that he has you in, jayce feels him even more deeply as he thrusts up your bowels. keeping your body steady onto his figure by holding your leg up against his chest and the rest your figure remained laying on its side. your voice began to sound all the more hoarse and desperate with each loud ‘smack’, ‘twack’ and ‘plap’ pushing the need to climax at the forefront of your brain.

you took hold of the fabric of the blanket like it was a lifeline that grew more messy by the minute, your knuckles getting faintly lighter. sheer ecstasy sparked in your mind as your pulsing clit continued to be rubbed against the firm area of his fuzzy pelvis. cries and whimpers kept spouting out of your lips, eyes glassy with tears threatening to form at the corners of them. your cunt was doing such a good job on tightening around him. “hah, look at you. tightening up so well around me like a,” his voice came out hushed as he placed emphasis on his words by adding a little more vigor behind his powling. “good little vice.” your neck, which by now was covered in bite marks and hickeys, was tickled by the warmth of his breath. there isn't a single inch of your vulva that isn't completely covered with his pre-cum. jayce could feel his mouth watering as he wondered how those perked nipples would taste in his mouth, jumping up and down in his face with each thrust he delivered. damn it. that fat cunt of yours was working overtime on smothering his dick.

“ngh⸻ffuck! you’re getting a kick out of this, aren’t you?” your face has long been accepted to showing a drunken expression. a crooked grin served as the cherry on top. this man was pounding into your pussy, causing your body to become nearly unbearably hot and your head to bob. “don’t fucking stop. oh please. pleasepleaseplease.”

the temperatures have increased to a point that felt practically suffocating, turning the air around you into a shimmering, pungent mist of indecency. you had no idea what you were pleading for. to whom you were feverishly asking the question that had been pounding in your head for some time. that the gods grant you mercy⸻if only you could have him scratch that itch of having an orgasm crash over you like tidal wave. a high-pitched yelp got past your mouth before you could sniffle the noise. the repetitive kisses his big knob was leaving onto your cervix is what was the final nail in the coffin that was filled with nothing but shared ardor inside.

though the blood in your veins was speeding up in your ears, all you could truly focus on was the sound of the consistent slapping of skin against skin. goodness, the familiar tingles of his own imminent orgasm was making him go harder. tears infused with the arousal were rolling down your cheeks. “i’m⸻mngh-ph⸻hearing you sweets. i’m getting close too. please? please what, my love?”

the soft glow of the moon danced around the both of you, making your shadows stretch and intertwine. your necklace was twinkling alluringly beneath the light, each gem catching the flame’s flicker and reflecting it back. as you felt thrills of anticipation hovering over you like heavy, black clouds, your toes curled up. a rush of adrenaline ran through your veins, and your heart pounded against your ribs like a bird attempting to fly away. you had no doubt he could hear it. ‘ba bump’, ‘ba bump’, ‘ba bump’.

‘thump-bump’, ‘thump-bump’, ‘thump-bump’. don’t worry dear! he wasn’t doing any better either! “you know what i want. just ruin me. and build me up again.” you whispered to his lips; dragging him down before he could even form a reply to your statement and capturing his lips once again. like a moth that had finally arrived at the source of illumination it desperately longed for. that plea, so candied yet demanding, spurring him to use that final, strong push effectively. his shoulders shuttered wildly as his dewy balls cramped up and his arms squeezed your raised leg tightly as humanly possible.

“oh fuckin’ hell,” it simply kept coming. thick, sticky ropes of sperm flood down your eager hole, prompting to your own release to come soon after his, clobbering his dick from the top to the massive base of his groin. there were cries and moans coming from both sides as you two were liplocking. jayce made sure to include a few quick, slow thrusts to properly catch the rest of the sperm that was leaking out. because of how deeply delighted he had brought you to feel at this time, your vision was splattered with white blanks. red quickly followed, completing the sight of a kaleidoscope of colors you couldn't begin to name. in your depths, you could feel warm liquid splashing about. by now, the distinction between pleasure and pain had vanished.

he certainly did a number on you. the man drew himself out of your glistening cunt with reluctance, accompanied by a wet ‘squelch’, and took a good minute to take in what he had done to you. the sight of his dense cum, both heavy and cloudy, draining out in globs made his half-hard dick twitch in interest again. “...did i do a good job there,﹙name﹚?”

soft laughter arouse between the two of you. “well, you didn’t do horribly, jayce. excellent even. but,” you pushed yourself back up a little straighter by the back of your arms, smirking playfully. “improvement can always be made.” you made quick work of the clothing on his upper body; giving your eyes more of a show to take in. with a teasing glint in your eye, you swiftly grabbed the small cup of chocolate flan that had signs of being eaten, dipping your fingers onto the rich mixture once you had removed your gloves.

the creamy texture sat onto your digits properly while bringing it on the flesh of his chest and dragging it all over the warm surface. smearing a dollop of the sweet course over his pecs, lowering to his upper stomach and getting it down to his pelvis. his eyes winded with surprise, though he didn’t move away or told you to stop. “how about we add in a new element, hm? hold me onto my hips. i can barely feel my legs after experiencing so much of your eagerness.” “yes, ma’am.” he grabbed you by your hips and positioned you on his own as he went laying down on his back. your weight feeling like mere feathers to him. in an attempt to extract the most beautiful notes from his throat, you started to run your tongue over the brown deliciousness, and you were surprised at how splendidly he was able to sing them. filled with such crude passion.

his breath catches in his throat as he feels you flick the tip of your tongue against his erected nipple, leaving marks of your teeth onto it, sucking on it with gusto that brought tears to his eyes. it was surprising how much energy you seem to still have in you after all that had just transpired. his back arched off the piece of cloth, leaning closer to the sensual onrush of your mouth. it caused his partially stiff dick to start slowly standing up again with its tip desperately throbbing. the aftershocks of his climax still rippled through his body. “﹙name﹚can we dial it down a little? i don’t even think i got any left in me⸻” the bite on the side of his waist that you left led to the man letting out a strangled cry. you tilted your head oh so ‘innocently’, like you didn’t know what the big idea was. just plain cheeky.

“honey, i’ll give you all the time necessary for you to catch your breath. it’s just that this night is long from being over. but do stop me if things get a little too much.” you reached out for the ribbon from your head, shaking your head to tousle your hair in a preferable shape, leaning down to have your breasts pressing down against his chest⸻the brown pastry getting all over your skin. “give me your wrists, jayce.” and like the good boy you know him to be, the man didn’t break a sweat following your command. with nimble hands you made a tight enough knot with the silken fabric. “you know what word to use when things get hard, right? i want this to be good for both of us.”

“red.” you planted a kiss on his cheek in response to his remark. “good boy.”

[frostfires-blog]

Sousou no Frieren Hanakotoba Analysis

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-> 1) Blue-Moon Weed [蒼月草│Sō gessō]

The Blue-Moon Weed (Sō gesso │ 蒼月草) is a blue, fictitious flower in the universe of Sousou no Frieren endemic to Himmel's hometown. The flower can be described as having blue anthers, yellow filaments as well as five petals that range from deeper blue at the tips to lighter blue in the centre. Although the Blue-Moon Weed is fictional, it appears to be inspired by real-life plants—namely Baby Blue Eyes and the Asiatic Daylily.

During episode 2, Frieren cleans a statue of Himmel the hero, afterwards a local herbalist proposes planting some flowers around the statue to brighten the area. This causes Frieren to recall how Himmel once told her his favourite flowers were Blue-Moon Weeds. This motivates her to search for these flowers over the next six months, despite these plants not being sighted for decades. After much frustration on Fern's part, the two eventually discover a small meadow of Blue-Moon Weed flowers atop an abandoned watchtower. This allows Frieren to use her spell to decorate the area around the statue with these flowers.  During this incident, we learn that Frieren’s penchant for collecting odd spells partly stems from Himmel expressing his appreciation for them—particularly the flower bed-making spell which is currently her favourite. Although Frieren couldn’t grant Himmel’s desire to show her Blue-Moon Weed flowers before his death, she was still somewhat able to fulfil this desire by finding the flowers and planting them around his statue as a tribute. Her willingness to devote half a year towards finding the flower showcases her remarkable dedication and nuanced sentimentality.

-> 1,2) Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila sp.)

The most apparent inspiration for the Blue-Moon Weed is likely Baby Blue Eyes (Nemophila sp.). Although the leaves of the Blue-Moon Weed have an elongated shape, the shape and method of attachment differ from those of Nemophila—the shape and colour of the flowers are very similar to Nemophila. Baby Blue Eyes flowers are known as Rurikarakusa (ルリカラクサ) in Japan. In hanakotoba, Nemophila symbolises success everywhere, daintiness and forgiveness. In Western floriography, they represent victory, tenderness, sensitivity, harmony and trust. These symbolic connotations are closely linked with Himmel’s personality and accomplishments. Nemophila also represent the transient nature of beauty and life, encouraging us to treasure every moment and appreciate simplicity—which is a core theme in the series and is a lesson that Frieren is slowly learning throughout her journey.

The scientific name for Baby Blue Eyes, Nemophila, is derived from Greek and roughly translates to "loves small woodlands". This is derived from Nemophila's tendency to grow around the margins of woodlands. In a way, this is reminiscent of Himmel and Frieren's first encounter in the forest when the former became lost. After pointing him in the right direction, Frieren casts the flower bed-making spell leaving a lasting impact on Himmel. Specifically, it is hinted that Himmel sought Frieren out to be the party's magician since that event was the first time he perceived magic as being beautiful.

-> 1,2) Asiatic Dayflower (Commelina communis)

Another possible inspiration for the Blue-Moon Weed is the Asiatic Dayflower (Commelina communis). In Japan, this plant is known as tsuyukusa (露草) meaning "dew grass“. However, in ancient times it was called tsukikusa (月草) meaning “moon grass” which is similar to the name of Blue-Moon Weed. Although the two plants both possess blue-coloured flowers and similar leaf shapes; how the leaves attach to the stem differs, as does the shape of the flowers. In hanakotoba, the Asiatic Dayflower symbolises nostalgic relationships, secret love, transience and changes of heart in love. In Western floriography, they symbolise harmony, growth, prosperity and abundance. These symbolic associations—particularly those of nostalgic relationships, growth and changes of the heart in love—resonate heavily with Frieren’s relationship with Himmel. While the flower’s symbolism of secret love and transience resonates with Himmel’s feelings towards Frieren.

-> 2) Mirrored Lotus [鏡蓮華│Kagami renge]

The Mirror Lotus (Kagami renge │鏡蓮華) is a fictitious flower in the universe of Sousou no Frieren. However, its name suggests it is based on a real lotus (Nelumbo nucifera). Furthermore, the shape of the flower on Fern's bracelet is quite similar to that of a real lotus, which lends credence to this notion. In episode 14, it is noted that the silver bracelet Stark bought Fern for her birthday features a Mirror Lotus design. As Frieren studies the bracelet, she realises it has the same design as a ring she received from Himmel in the past. Sein then reveals that the Mirror Lotus symbolises eternal love.

Although Fern, Stark, and Frieren were unaware of the flower's symbolism, Himmel's interest in flowers suggests he recognised the meaning behind the ring he bought for Frieren—despite her assumption otherwise. As Frieren recalls receiving the ring, we see that after she selected it randomly Himmel was struck into silence and stared at it with a pensive expression. He then knelt before Frieren and placed it on the fourth finger of her left hand. This event, resembling a marriage proposal, reinforces the impression that he understood the significance of the flower. Furthermore, Himmel never married anyone else, alluding to the fact that Himmel must have pledged his eternal affection to Frieren through this ring. The significance of Himmel gifting Frieren a ring that symbolises "eternal love," as well as the multiple sculptures he had constructed around the world serve as a reminder of his existence. They serve as proof that his love for her transcends time and continues to accompany her on her journey.

Although Fern’s bracelet Fern and Frieren’s ring both have a mirrored lotus motif, the designs of the flowers differ in shape. The mirror lotus flower on Frieren’s ring is in bud state while the flower Fern's bracelet is in full bloom. This distinction references the difference between the two pairs’ relationships. While it is inferred that Himmel knew about the flower’s meaning, Frieren wasn't aware and only discovered it after his death. Himmel's romantic feelings for Frieren are still unknown to her, corresponding to the flower's bud shape on the ring, as their relationship remains frozen, unable to fully blossom due to the distance between them caused by their differing lifespans and Frieren's unintentional obliviousness. However, Fern and Stark discover the flower's significance together almost immediately after buying the bracelet. Although Fern, like Stark, was unaware of the mirror lotus' symbolism when she accepted the bracelet, she continued to wear it after learning about it and was enraged by Stark's proposal that she replace it with another design. If Fern hadn't had any romantic feelings for Stark, she would have been reluctant to wear the bracelet after this revelation. This, in conjunction with the flower's full bloom design on her bracelet, suggests that the pair will become mutually conscious of each other's romantic feelings and eventually end up together.

-> 2,1) Sacred lotus (Nelumbo nucifera)

In Japan, lotuses are called ren (蓮) or hasu (はす) and symbolise eloquence, sacredness, detached love as well as a pure heart in hanakotoba. Its symbolism of a pure heart is derived from how the lotus blooms into a noble and pure flower despite rising from muddy water. This symbolic connotation resonates with Himmel’s character, particularly his remarkable accomplishments despite his humble background. Lotuses are also globally associated with purity, rebirth, transformation and enlightenment. The lotus’s symbolic representation of enlightenment and transformation resonates with Frieren’s journey to learn and understand humans better to alleviate her regret of not getting to know Himmel better. In Asia, two lotus flowers blossoming from a single stem represent a desire for harmony and a shared heart. While in Western floriography, lotuses represent grace and estranged love. This sharp contrast between the lotus’ romantic symbolism in Asia and the West correlates with the difference in dynamic between the series’ main two pairings and their narrative conclusions. Additionally, despite Himmel’s feelings remaining unknown to Frieren, due to her leaving after their 10-year journey (i.e. estranged love), she shows a desire to understand him (i.e. a desire for a shared heart) after his death.

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╰➤ Other anime & donghua hanakotoba posts

[A/N: It'll probably be a while until I make another one of these posts—but if anyone has any requests feel free to send them. Also, lmk what other kinds of posts I should do in the meantime? Lastly, if you liked this post, check out my other hanakotoba analysis posts✿]

[mjrtaurus]

Do y’all remember this guy?

Former Fleet Admiral of the Marines, Current Commander-in-Chief of the World Government, Kong.

The general consensus from the fandom is this guy, in some way shape or form, is related to Garp. I mean, there's obviously psychical similarities, he’s got the Monkey D signature of the scar/marking that is always near/around the eye, his name is KONG I mean the evidence speaks for itself atp!

It’s not the craziest family and or relation theory the fandom has come up with so I’ve personally subscribed to it, if he’s not related to Garp biologically I like to think he’s the guy that brought Garp into the Marines and trained him (which as we all know is basically adoption in the One Piece universe.)

In proper Garp fashion he’d probably never mention the guy until the kids ask him bout the scary looking Marine walking up to their house and Garp just laughs and tells them their grandpa finally decided to pay them a visit!

Yes!!! I love that theory!!!!!

Grandpa Kong is… a lot. Not preachy, thankfully, but very outspoken that the Marines were the only way to go in this world. Nothing one could say would change the man’s mind.

There is a begrudging respect, but also a rift between him and Garp. Kong wanted the man as Fleet Admiral, but he couldn’t get the bull-headed brat past Vice Admiral. He knows the reason why, and she has wings.

Fair enough, but still a blow to his pride.

Dragon however? He liked the boy! Soft-spoken. Level-headed. Had the charisma and dedication to lead. Could throw one hell of a punch.

The only problem was the boy had no ambition. Always wanted to try and flap around as that llama-cat-bird-snake thing or talk to those snails of his. Never showed much interest in sharpening that mind up to a point for doing what mattered.

The apple didn’t fall too far from the tree, yes, but this time Kong got another Admiral out of the family line. He got to pin the medals on the young man’s chest. Got to be the first to call him by rank and codename.

Kanzohebi. Daylily Serpent. Secondary color rotation. Had that Sakazuki boy outvoted four to one.

He was one proud grandpa. Garp was proud too, but being with Urpi had reasonably muted some of that patriotism.

Kong had been… more than displeased when his grandson went rogue. The whole event overshadowed Kuzan’s promotion into the admiralty in the old man’s eyes. The no good sister was always a lost cause, so he didn’t lose much sleep over her going bad when she did.

And now, three decades later, Dragon is still wrestling with the sickening knowledge that these cipher pol agents that try to kill him every great once in a while? The Commander-in-Chief was partially responsible in where and how they make their moves. And could call them off at any time.

Grandpa Kong wanted him dead.

[spunknbite]

South Downs, revisited

The garden faces south.

Wisteria and lavender. Borders of delphinium. Brilliant violet asters, peonies and shock-white hydrangeas. Hostas that could use splitting come spring. Hollyhocks thriving, standing ten feet easy. Lady’s Mantle, climbing roses, snap dragons. Yarrow, a lot of yarrow.

Grow you a garden. Start from seed, from the beginning, the inception. Dirt under fingernails, cracked terracotta pots, noon sun high. Watch stalks rise and flowers bloom, creation, something new and whole and yours.

There’s lattice-work arches too. A little neglected, water-warped wood imprinted with decades of climbing tendrils tattooing the grain. The clematis has fallen back, overstretched and thinning at the apex, but still the stains of its vines remain on the wood, revealing past summers. The patio stones that dot the perimeter are smoothed almost slippery from years of use and rain. Initials are carved in the trunk of the overgrown birch that shadows the back gate. SM + RB dug deep in testament, a fine layer of moss creeping at the edges.

Loved, this garden was loved by its former caretakers. Could be loved again, certainly.

There’s room enough to spread out. Add some colour — daylilies, cosmos, bellflowers. Coax some ivy up the brick. Mint as ground cover, along with flowering thyme, lily of the valley, phlox. 

He could build an awning off the back wall, offer some more cover. Move the hostas – they’d be happier under the protection. Plant some astilbes, coral bells, some begonias in the summer. Add a few lounges, a place for an angel to read while it storms. 

Maybe an apple tree, if he’s feeling bold.

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“I quite miss the country,” Aziraphale says one afternoon. A sip of tea, the familiar clink of cup on saucer. “It’s been centuries.”

“Tadfield?”

“Centuries since I’ve holidayed properly. The occasional day trip hardly counts.”

“You can’t leave this shop.”

“Not permanently, maybe just to get some air. See the sky again.” Saucer meets desk. A smile his way, blue eyes alight,

“And I will make thee beds of Roses  And a thousand fragrant posies,  A cap of flowers, and a kirtle  Embroidered all with leaves of Myrtle”

“For Satan’s sake, you’re invoking Marlowe of all people?”

“And why shouldn’t I? Just because he’s been a smidge overshadowed by —”

“You know he was an atheist, angel?”

“Even a broken clock is right twice a day.”

“And that broken clock can write poetry too?”

“Quite.”

The bell above the shop door rings, and Aziraphale is off. 

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The third bedroom is just a nook really; it peaks out of a dormer window overlooking the back garden. It has built-in shelves along one wall, inset and bordered with the sort of colonial crown moulding that Crowley imagines only Aziraphale would truly appreciate. Grandmotherly; shelves seemingly meant to house sun-faded doilies and ceramic cats.

But it could be a library. Granted, a small one, but there was space enough for a collection of the essentials with room to spare under the window for a desk. An angel must keep up with his correspondence, after all. 

Dear angel, he’d written once, centuries ago. Then scribbled it out.

Dear angel, he’d written again, not long after. Then burned it.

Dear angel, he’d written again and again and again. Wasted paper made pulp made paper again, never sent.

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He buys the damned cottage. 

Dumb idea. Impulsive, really. Like a lot of what he did, what he still does — gets a notion in his demonic skull and just charges on, unencumbered by reflection. As if he trusts some higher power is looking out for him, has his back – the absurdity of it. Once upon a time before the beginning of the world, he’d sauntered vaguely downward without really considering all the consequences, the ramifications of it all; hadn’t weighed and measured, worked out the celestial maths. No, he made a choice and paid for it without knowing the price.

(he would have kept sauntering on anyway, knowing where it would ultimately lead — earth and humans and their wonderful cars and Aziraphale and and and — but he hadn’t known then, couldn’t have known, just what shape his damnation would take, and that was rather the point; he was a careless idiot)

Here too, on earth. We can run away together — Alpha Centauri. Get an idea, a cocked up, stupid thought and go all in on it. 

The Bentley, raging down London streets. A sharp, nearly blind corner. Is there oncoming traffic? Could he stop if he wanted to? Who’s even in control, has he ever been? Has he gone from one master to another to another?

You go too fast for me, Crowley.

So he buys the damned cottage, because what else can he do?

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Aziraphale gets in the elevator and Crowley gets in the Bentley. He doesn’t know where he’s going, but it’s not South Downs.

Also on ao3 for anyone interested.

[turtlesandfrogs]

I think a good first step is to notice what edibles and natives are already incorporated into landscaping, and just ignored. Here, for example, commercial landscapers plant our native evergreen huckleberry, which has much to recommend it, both as a "landscape" plant and edible: evergreen, easy care, subtle flowers, berries that ripen long after others, native as mentioned so supporting native animal species, tasty, humans and others enjoy the fruits. Yaupon holly isn't native here, but it's still used and is non-invasive while providing caffeine and theobromine(!), evergreen, pleasantly bland looking for fitting right into whatever landscape already exists. People plant rosemary, sage, sweet bay, lavender, etc for aesthetics but they're all very tasty too, obviously. Elderberries are gorgeous, and used all the time. My city planted chestnuts, and a lot of people go and forage for them (more so during bad economic times, but still). Also things that are food crops, but don't look like food crops: sunchokes, a species of daylily, camas, rhubarb, artichokes, cardoon, native strawberries, etc. Asparagus is a really neat looking plant. Scarlet runner beans are beautiful, and attract hummingbirds, while also making beans. Snow peas are also very pretty vines.

For vacant/neglected land, it's great to learn what invasives, weeds, and tough & abundant natives are edible. Giant knotweed, Himalayan blackberries, yarrow, etc fill-in-your-plants-here. Also it's great to go around pulling out invasive species because people will just think you're a really committed environmentalist, and you can harvest other edibles while you're at it. Be doubly sure about the land history though, don't want to unknowingly be picking from a superfund site! And for goodness sake, be sure of your ID! I've seen people mistake Oregon grape (native) for English holly (invasive) before, and you don't want to be that person.

With tubers/roots especially, you need to know the history of your soil and/or get a soil test for heavy metals. There are ways of improving polluted soil, and certain plants/parts of plants have less or no contamination. Cornell has a pdf available for free titled "Soil Contaminants and Best Practices for Healthy Gardens" which has a lot of good information, please do read it if you're gardening or foraging in urban areas.

From experience, landlords often have no clue and don't care if things are grown in pots/incorporated into existing landscaping. A big pot with Swiss chard, lettuce, kale, etc can look pretty aesthetic. Apartment complex often have edible invasives and/or the above mentioned edible and/or native plants- and nobody picks them.

You can also learn to graft, and graft fruit bearing varieties onto existing ornamental varieties- crab apples, pears, cherries, plums, etc.

A lot of people just straight up ignore plants, and a lot of people have no clue what food looks like if it's not in a store or restaurant. Use this to your advantage. I have seen landscapers look at a plant that clearly doesn't belong (invasive spurge laurel, for example, which is neither a surge nor a laurel), or is growing up through another (hazelnut through a rhody), and just completely ignore it, watering, fertilizing, and pruning them just like the rest. The ones most likely to do this are the ones that "prune" everything to be a cube or sphere though, so keep that in mind. What can still produce food when whacked into a cube? A few things. Also, look for the edges and backs, and places where the landscapers let things slide a little because they figure the clients won't ever look there.

Another big thing that gets ignored is that a single fruit tree often provides much more fruit than a small family will reasonably eat, and often a tree was planted literally decades ago and the current residents don't care about it's fruit. I've gotten loads of figs, apples, pears, grapes, etc just by asking- or by offering to make them a fruit crumble from their fruit tree if they let me pick as much as I want. Back alleys get invaded by out of control raspberries, blackberries, walnuts, etc.

@guerrilla gardeners, solarpunks and plantarchists of all stripes we need to make a good guide to growing food stealthy style

i'm talking growing in rental properties without alerting the landlord, growing on vacant/unused land, stuff like that

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Little Hands (IV)

Series Masterlist

Communication is key.

This is an entry for @star-spangled-bingo 2021. Word count: 2248. Square filled: “Sung to Sleep”

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: More Hydra Evilness, More Sad Child, Parental Anxieties. Brief mentions of war, sickness, death, grief. 

A/N: I know 2.2k words isn’t objectively a lot but boy did this feel like it. I hope every word is worth it and that you enjoy! Lmk what you think!!! Also I won’t even lie, the idea of Steve’s kids is 100% from one of my favorite comfort fics, family means no one gets left behind or forgotten, by the genius, the wonderful cosmicocean. IT’S SO SOFT. Pls read it.

You’re stunned when Bucky tells you what’s going on. The idea that his daughter (?) was made in a lab like some kind of experiment, and that the man who led said experiment now wants her back like she is his property, his weapon, is too horrid to consider for very long. Weaponizing an innocent child. Hydra.

Bucky gave you the broad strokes of the investigation – currently running on little more than educated guesses based on the meagre intel they have – and has let you know that he has had to recuse himself from the case, due to his… personal connection. That leaves him somewhere he finds awkward, to say the least.

It's evident in the way the corners of his lips turn down, how he is constantly rubbing the pads of his fingers against the coarse scratch of denim, while he watches Ana watch Zoya, Steve’s 17-year-old daughter, working on a tablet. Zoya tucks a strand of hair behind her hijab, then continues to draw up a storyboard, narrating the events to the younger girl. Steve had apparently forgotten the lunch his kids had made him at home, so Zoya had brought it in, and decided to stay the day.

Ana’s quiet, attentive for the most part, listening with her full capabilities, but her eyes flit away from the screen every now and then to look at you and Bucky, as if to reassure herself that you’re still there.

Besides that, there aren’t all that many distractions present for an already precocious child. Most of the team has dispersed for the investigation, with the exception of Peter, who is sat at a table in the corner making intentionally fruitless efforts at teaching Morgan chess, while she giggles and tries to stack the pieces like Jenga blocks instead.

However, Bucky’s restlessness is infectious, and you think he needs to get it under check before it grows any further. That’s why you stand, saying, “Could we go for a little walk, Bucky?”

He nods, man of few words that he is, and leads the way. You’re sure he knows that you formulated it like a request for his benefit, but he doesn’t mention it. It’s just as well – that he knows you like that, and knows when to accept the proverbial hand being offered.

Bucky takes you to a corner of the roof that you’d mistake for a community garden if you didn’t know any better. The Avengers seem to have green thumbs, or at least, a significant portion of them do. They’re good with plants, and possessive about them, too. Autumn ferns grow outside the circle they seem to have been planted in – with a sign shouting Wanda! – to invade the territory of a vegetable garden labelled Bruce (accompanied by a Hulkish, green thumbs up presumably not drawn by the man himself).  

Meticulously maintained daylilies and columbines, in vivid reds and vibrant purples, litter the edges of the path that has been carved through this little paradise, and the birdhouses between them stake the claim of the owner more effectively than a neon sign screaming Sam Wilson. Bucky’s told you about his abilities, how they veer into the decidedly supernatural but Sam insists are only the residue of a childhood with homing pigeons.

Nothing here looks like Bucky’s, though. He seems to be taking it in, perhaps thinking about his own little paradise back in the city, and how he’s chosen to keep it distant from that of his teammates. That worries you. He worries you.

And this, the situation with Anastasia, becoming a father, it’s terrifying. Hell, if it scares you this much, how is he feeling? You ask him as much.

“Bucky, are you okay?”

He laughs, softly, disbelievingly, no malice in his scoff, only fear. Only the sound of a voice saturated with consternation and total, complete anxiety. “Would you be?” He asks back.

“That’s why I’m asking.”

Bucky evades the questions, turning first one way on the path, and then the other, approaching the edge clear of shrubbery and blooms alike, resting his palms on the top of the wall.

“I can’t be a father.”

The solemnity in his tone allows no room for negotiations, but then, neither do the facts. “You are,” you reply, somewhat hesitantly, because the technicalities of how Ana came to be are still a little blurry to you. She’s far from a normal child, and not quite a clone, either. She is of Bucky, though. His, in any way that counts.

“That little girl was created in a Hydra lab as a super soldier to serve the cause,” he says, shaking his head vigorously as the cause repulses him even more than it does you. “And who knows what else she was put through before SHIELD fell and Orlov got her out, and it’s my fault.”

“You didn’t—”

“I didn’t ask for it to happen but it wouldn’t have happened if I hadn’t happened. They used me to make a super soldier from scratch, and now I’m supposed to raise her? It’s not that simple. I’m not Steve. I can’t…”

Being honest, you feel you’re pretty far out of your depth here. But you’ve promised him your help, and you’ll do your best.

“You don’t have to. There are other options.” You’re sure you’re overstepping. Perhaps this gentle companionship has not yet reached the point where you can give advice on parenting. But if you don’t, who will? Steve, whose answers don’t enter the gray territory Bucky’s mind is residing in right now, who parents like he was born for it?

Steve chose fatherhood. Bucky has been nailed to it like it’s a new cross to bear, heavier than all the previous ones put together.

His gaze roams the grounds that stretch as far as you can see. You’re both far away from home right now, far outside your comfort zones.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into my mess, sweetheart. It’s not right. You have things to do, and I shouldn’t have—”

“Bucky, I’ve been staring at the same four sentences of dialogue for the past month. I literally could not have been happier to get out of the house. Even if I do wish it was under better circumstances,” you say fervently. You’re here because he needs you. Because Ana needs you. It’s nice to be needed.

“That’s one way to put it,” he smiles, and you’re glad to see it.

“Not to mention, it’s not your fault. It’s not anyone’s fault except whoever your team is looking for,” you insist. “And Ana’s a sweet girl. A little quiet, but Baba says I was, too.”

This, Bucky thinks about. You wonder if he was a quiet child, too. “What’s he like?”

“Hmm?” The reverie snaps like a rubber band.

“Your father?” Bucky asks, shyly, his eyes meeting yours, letting you know exactly why he’s asking.

You look up at the clouds, think back to Boston, to time shared between the library and the park. A childhood with books, lunch breaks under a desk in an office at MIT, stealing his glasses and running away with them, rubbing at his stubbly beard like he was a housecat. Inside jokes with your father and rolled eyes with your mother. Laughter and tears, laughter with tears.

After a long while, trying and failing to summarize your father, you say, “A jokester. The most sarcastic person I know. But still kind of neurotic, to be honest. The kind of parent that makes you show up at the airport a full four hours before your flight.” It’s grossly insufficient. For a writer, you’re not very good with words. You suppose it’s not the words that are the problem; it’s the lifetime they have to encompass. “What about yours?”

Bucky sighs. “Soldier. He’s one thing I don’t feel bad for not remembering because it wasn’t Hydra that wiped those memories. He just died when I was really small. Survived the Great War only to be killed by TB a few years later at home.”

“I’m sorry.” You avert your eyes. Grief feels private, even decades later, even in the smallest doses.

He shakes his head, smiles fondly, up at the sky, too, like you did. Only, he’s smiling at it, like he’s thinking of someone beyond the clouds. “Don’t be. Was a long time ago.”

“That doesn’t mean it isn’t allowed to hurt anymore.”

“You sound like my therapist.”

“I sound like my therapist.”

At this, the two of you look at each other and burst into laughter. It feels forbidden, as though the severity of the situation condemns joy. That isn’t fair, you think. The situation is that of a child, and nobody needs laughter more than kids do. Food for the soul.

When the echo of your exhilarations falls, Bucky grows serious once more. “They have them for kids, now, too, right?” He asks, referring to therapists. “Do you think Anastasia should see one? She’s not exactly… normal, you know?”

“Maybe.” It’s a difficult question, but a good indicator of how Bucky is growing to feel about Ana. “You’d make a good dad, if you wanted to be one, Bucky,” you say, and mean it. It’s plain as day that he cares about her.

“I can’t even remember my own.”

“Parental instincts are intuitive, not genetic,” you tell him.

“You been reading handbooks?” He teases.

“You’d be surprised by how much you learn from the rabbit holes you fall down while researching books,” you deadpan.

“Can any of that research get the nightmares out of my head? I think it might scare a kid.”

The self-deprecation hurts, but your response is honest, heartfelt. “She likes you already.”

“She won’t if she thinks I’ve run away,” he answers, straightening up. He might be trying to evade the conversation, but you’ll let him, for now. He’s gotten some fresh air, had some time to clear his thoughts, or sort them, at least. And so you return, to the little girl who has a tighter grip on both of you than you even realize.

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Ana grows unsettled as night darkens the sky. It could be the ruckus she isn’t quite used to. It could be the toy fire truck Tony has been altering with his utensils to increase its noise output, much to Morgan’s amusement. It could be the actual parrot perched on Sam’s shoulder.

Whatever the cause, she hasn’t succumbed to it enough to make a seat out of the fridge again. She’s sitting in her seat, between Bucky and yourself, eating the hummus Bruce and Wanda have made. Nat discusses sniper scopes with Clint, Peter tries to get away with eating the side of vegetables on Jordan’s plate without Steve noticing, and Bucky eats silently, eyes almost constantly on Anastasia, who takes it all in while her knee bounces up and down with an ever-increasing speed, much like her father’s.

You excuse yourselves soon after dessert, after Morgan has fallen asleep against Jordan’s arm on the couch, and Steve and Tony’s friendly debate is starting to develop the edge it tends to when they’ve been bantering for too long.

Bucky sets up on the sectional in his room, and leaves the ridiculously large double bed to you and Anastasia. It’s been a strange, strange day, and one can only hope that tomorrow brings some ease, a balm for the prickly, fiery ache that has settled over the man you care so much about.

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When you wake, it’s because of singing. For half a moment, you think you’re in a dream, but as your eyes adjust to the blanket of dark, you see the shadow on the sofa nearby. Only, it’s bigger than just Bucky. Anastasia is sitting on his lap, her head cushioned against his chest. Scrambling for your glasses, and turning on the lamp on the bedside table, you notice that there are trails of drying tears on her little cheeks, and she’s still shaking with the aftershocks of whatever scare she must’ve had during the night.

Not for the first time, you curse your deep sleep that meant you didn’t wake with Ana, but watch in wonder as Bucky sings.

Hush, little baby, don't say a word Papa's going to buy you a mockingbird

And if that mockingbird won't sing Papa's going to buy you a diamond ring

Ana’s eyes begin to close, but she fights the sleep. Bucky doesn’t let her. He lies down, easing her down beside himself, singing all the while.

And if that diamond ring turns brass Papa's going to buy you a looking glass

And if that looking glass gets broke Papa's going to buy you a billy goat

His voice fills the room, low though it may be, and he curls himself around Ana.

And if that billy goat won't pull Papa's going to buy you a cart and bull

And if that cart and bull turn over Papa's going to buy you a dog named Rover

She succumbs to the lull of his tone, his song, his promises, sighs a little sigh, lets the last, little hiccup leave her body.

And if that dog named Rover won't bark Papa's going to buy you a horse and cart

And if that horse and cart fall down You'll still be the sweetest little baby in town

Bucky lifts his hand from where it was stroking the hair at her temple, and lays his arm over his daughter. They’re safe, for now. Together.

[wordstrings]

@worsethanpixels replied to this post:

i wanna seee garden pics tho

Ohhh, you asked, and now you shall get the spam.

Part of this whole adventure has been an educational journey as I forcibly teach myself about plant species that are native to my area. I've discovered like 96% of typical gardening just grabs whatever pretty plant from wherever on the globe, with little to no consideration for if it's actually a good idea to introduce it to the local ecosystem. A pollinator could come searching through the lush gardens in my neighborhood and only find a distressingly tiny number of plants it has spent millions of years relying on.

So I've picked up the crusade to, over time, replace all the non-native plants in my garden with native ones. Not only is this good for wildlife, those plants will require basically zero care and maintenance. They're built for the worst conditions here, and no poor soil or summer dry spell will daunt them.

But anyway! Aside from the plants themselves, my favorite feature of my landscape is this stone retaining wall along the front of my property. It's got amazing character and grows the best mossy patches.

Above one portion of that wall is my front walk. I spent a long, sweaty time the other week sorting and arranging the rocks to edge the gravel path. Eventually I want to get big flagstone slabs to pave this walkway, but for now, the reddish stones complement the brick and the stone wall nicely.

There's not a whole lot flowering here right now – the non-native daylilies are just starting, but most everything else either kicked its payload a month ago or was too small and new to get a chance to establish and bloom this year.

This part here went from one of the most hopeless corners to one of the more interesting after I added Some Garden-y Stuff instead of spending a small fortune on plants to fill it out. There's a colorful little bee house for solitary nesting bees, a bird bath with a fountain, stepping stones inherited from my mom's house, an aged concrete container that's been successfully growing sedum with zero help for at least a decade (it's been completely untouched at the back corner of the house ever since I moved in – I'm kind of afraid that I might have wrecked its perfect balance by moving it here, but we'll see what happens), a little owl statue, and a magic glowing orb (which is a glass light shade I picked up at a thrift store years ago and filled up with solar-powered fairy lights).

One other little effort I'm proud of is all the labels I made for everything. Not only does this help me remember and memorize what everything is, it just makes things look that much more neat and orderly.

This is the beebalm-and-coneflower section, tucked between the lilies that have been here for ages and will eventually be replaced. Beebalm is supposedly excellent for attracting hummingbirds, but this area isn't visible from within the house, so I don't know if any have visited yet.

More coneflowers here, plus a bright orange pop of butterfly weed, which is surprising me by turning out to be one of my favorites. I was not expecting that. But look! A bee!

Bee!!!

Seriously, honeybees have been so rare to spot here lately, so this is very exciting for me. I have half a mind to check the local regulations to see if I could host a hive on my property.

So yeah, all of that is part of the contest judging. We'll see if they give a poop about it or not!

And now, my tomatoes.

They are barely in control, and there are so many green tomatoes in here. So many. They'll probably ripen all at once and I won't be able to use them fast enough. (Pro tip: however tall you think your tomato cages need to be, get taller ones. No, taller. A little taller still.)

Thanks for asking about my little side-hobby!

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Titles Game

Tonight I'm Going Back to My Old Ways - suggested by @steverogersnotebook

@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky didn’t usually go for straight guys. Not since Brock in college, anyway. But tonight, all he could see was the blond across the bar. He was laughing with his friends, and he was gorgeous. Muscles for days, a body Bucky wanted to climb like a tree, and a wonderful smile that was a combination of Hallmark wholesome and downright dirty that shouldn’t have worked, but did. The piercing blue eyes just sealed the deal: Bucky was going to get him in his bed. (there would definitely be a tag in there about how they need to communicate and how Steve's not straight)

@wolfnprey - Bucky had settled down after he started a family. Everything told him he didn't deserve happiness, but he was beyond listening. Until some old ghosts showed up. Literal ghosts, and they were hellbent on making sure Bucky's life was upended. He'd buried the necronamicon in the basement ten years ago, but now he was digging it up with the help of his old partner. If only Steve was forgiving.

@steverogersnotebook - (Early recovering Bucky) finds it hard to come to terms with the modern Brooklyn, seeks out night clubs and smokes like a chimney in an effort to feel the way he remembers feeling.

@ribbonsflyingoutthewindow - Their relationship had been strained in a way that Bucky was pretty sure couple's therapy couldn't fix. Not that he had tried. He wasn't about to unload all of his trauma concerning not being his old self anymore on some poor middle-aged Brooklynite mother of three even if she did have a degree that supposedly helped. There was no way she was prepared to help a brainwashed assassin with a fault list from Coney Island to hell and back again. So instead he'd unloaded all of that on Natasha. As a best friend, she was legally obligated to listen to him anyway. And besides, she was cheaper; she could be bought with a whine and a wine. However, talking to Natasha also meant he got the cold, hard truth that his relationship was suffering not because he'd forgotten who he was and became a brainwashed assassin for decades, but because he'd forgotten who Steve was and hadn't spent a lot of time figuring it out again. So per his therapist's (Natasha's, whatever) advice, Bucky's getting back to his roots and rebecoming the man who knew everything about Steve Rogers and hoping that maybe somewhere along the line, he can figure out what it was that made the two of them work so perfectly together.

More under the cut!

Down the rabbit hole - suggested by @liquidlightz

@phoenixgryphon - MCU Nat going down the rabbit hole that is pre Cap2 TWS information

@steverogersnotebook - An edgy Alice AU where bucky meets the OUAT version of the mad hatter.

@somesortofitalianroast - Bucky wasn’t sure how, but he was constantly seeing the same figure out of the corner of his eye. A tall, muscular blonde, who seemed as though he wasn’t quite there, which was why Bucky was sure he was imagining the man, or confusing multiple tall muscular blonds. They weren’t as uncommon as one would think, and Bucky was so tired, so he decided not to worry about the blond. Until the day he literally fell down a rabbit hole - in Brooklyn, of all places - and ended up in another version of New York.

@wolfnprey -  Stripper AU. Nat drags Bucky to Down the Rabbit Hole for a particular stripper named Alice who is a beefy blond with bright blue eyes.

@bookdragon13 - Or alternatively: Steve goes to Storybrooke during his quest to find Bucky and meets Jefferson. Steve immediately goes “Bucky?” And Jefferson, in his sassy way, says “who the hell is Bucky?” But proceeds to use his hat to help Steve find his Bucky, if only to meet his lookalike Whether or not this becomes angsty, I’m not sure

@psychiccatpanda - Bucky In the 21st Century:  After spending too much time on the internet trying to figure out what some of the things he’d been hearing about really were, Bucky wishes he’d trusted Tony when he said, “Snowflake, there’s whole swaths of the interwebs you don’t want to know.  Trust me, please?”  Now, six and a half hours later, he knew that there was Avengers fan fiction (and what that consisted of) and Avengers cosplay porn.  He wasn’t sure what to do with this information.  But maybe he just needed to do some more research. After a snack.

@liquidlightz - Alpine was very protective.  Bucky loved gardening and he'd planted many different flowers, but there was a fat rabbit that kept popping by and eating all the best tulips, daylilies, you name it.  Bucky was hesitant to harm the creature, but Alpine was having no more of it.  She chased said rabbit down its hole and Bucky had to dig her back out.

@ribbonsflyingoutthewindow - Bucky’s family owned a farm so he'd had a plethora of pets his entire life, but when he'd moved to the big city, Bucky had stuffed Top Hat the white rabbit in her carrier and told her they were headed for the adventure of a lifetime, no looking back. And truth be told, sometimes New York was lonely. But the other truth was he didn't miss Indiana at all. He loved New York, but he'd never regretted his move more than the day he came home to discover Top Hat not in her enclosure. He had to go door to door on the entire floor and maybe the floor above and below his. Everyone had to help find his missing long-eared, fluffy-tailed best friend. Cue everyone in Bucky's apartment complex searching the entire building for one white rabbit trying to pull her own disappearing act. And cue Bucky searching for a rabbit, but finding maybe a little more along the way.

You pull hope from defeat in the night - suggested by @somesortofitalianroast

@steverogersnotebook - After a terrible loss on a mission, Bucky and [strained relationship/preferred pairing] are nearly wiped out themselves. One has to get out and get help for the other before it's too late for them too. In dragging the injured party to safety, promises made in supplication reignite hope for a resolution.

@somesortofitalianroast - (pre-serum!steve/Winter Soldier!Bucky) After exhausting missions, there’s nothing Steve likes better than hooking up with a guy at a bar, preferably one who would believe him when he said he wouldn’t break. Tonight, he chose the guy carefully, a big, beefy brunet with thighs for days and something about him that made him look gentle. One night turned into another. And another. And another…. Who said hookups couldn’t lead to love?

@bookdragon13 - Just when Bucky was feeling his lowest, walking around Brooklyn at night, he hears a faint meowing. Bucky finds the white kitten and takes it to the local vet. Afterwards, he couldn’t just leave the white fur ball behind, adopting her and giving her the name Alpine. With Alpine around, Bucky couldn’t help but start feeling like he could climb out of the hole he’d dug himself in. He can’t help but laugh at Alpine’s antics and when he’s having a bad day, she cuddles with Bucky as he rubs his fingers through her fur

@liquidlightz - Bucky had written off more cheques than his body could cash, yet again.  Losing badly at poker and getting beaten down for failing to pay up.  This night was turning out better than the last, as he found himself in the hands of a gorgeous Doctor with gentle hands who seemed to enjoy his attempts at flirting through bloodied teeth.  Things might be looking up, he was going to go all in and take another chance tonight.

@wolfarrowepz - (Winterhawk, hockey AU)The Avengers were eliminated in the second round of the playoffs.... less than a third of the team had been with them when they won the championship 3 years ago. Now all Bucky wants to do is go home and sulk and ice his knee in peace. Clint has decided he needs to come to dinner with the team to show all the rookies and new guys to show them that losing isn't the end of the world. Fuck it all if Bucky will do whatever Clint asks. Bucky he liked him since they joined the team together as rookies. Clint is 100% oblivious to every move Bucky makes but if Clint asks him to do something he will. Clint on the other hand is convinced Bucky isn't into him. Cue pining and the inevitable "of course I Like you, you dope!" moment.

With Steel and Silver Burning Heart - suggested by @ibelieveinturtles

@steverogersnotebook - Dragon trainer AU, Steve goes to slay the dragon, Bucky's the dragon trainer. They meet, they clash, they enemies to friends to lovers.

@phoenixgryphon - big beefy bucky the blacksmith.  who builds broadswords to bring in the bills

@somesortofitalianroast - (Regency!AU) James Barnes was well aware that he was the Marquis of Buchannan in name only. With no money left in the estates coiffers and three younger sisters - the oldest a mere year before her official debut - to support, he was desperate. Desperate enough to approach the new Duke of Brooklyn - a known rake with a history of getting in duels - with an offer: he supplies the cash for Rebecca’s debutante and in return, he gets James. But what happens when the purely financial relationship is no longer purely financial?

@liquidlightz - Bucky was not amused when the blade pierced his heart.  Fuck, that hurt! "You asshole", he berated his not-looking-so-hot-now date on the other end of that dagger, "I thought we were having a good time." Bucky had to thank his lucky stars, and not his wits, that this hunter was a moron and that blade was cheap metal and not silver.  He should, maybe, start being a little more discerning in his hookups.

@bookdragon13 - As a Knight of the Realm, Bucky was sworn to protect the royal family. He didn’t mean to fall in love with the Princess in the process. Neither did Bucky realize he was a jealous man, until he saw another knight, Brock, try to kiss the Princess, with her unwilling. Bucky immediately called Brock out, challenging him to a duel. When Brock was wounded, Bucky threatened that if Brock tried anything with Her Royal Highness again, he wouldn’t be so lenient.

[twelverose]

you’ve gone too long without a smile (2/2)

He didn’t have an answer. Because it would mean forgoing the idea of fate and chance. Leading them both to believe there is something more. Maybe within them- that they could change a past that has already had its chance. It's a chance to take hold of the present. Morph them- morph her. And carve out everything to come.

So he just held her. All he knew is they had tomorrow.

Rating: Teen (Heavy themes)

Pairing: Ten/Rose 

WC: 2.1K

TW: themes based around grief, drinking

Read Chapter One Here, Read on Ao3

A/N: it took too many months to post part to but it’s HERE

Song: Daylily by Movements

___________________________

I sit and watch for the few lights for the green side

Lose myself sink into your sunlight

Breathe in the breeze like a sweet sigh keep me tongue tied

If this last forever I'll be just fine, oh I'll be just fine

You are the rustling of leaves

And you are that honey suckle breeze

You are the sunlight, shine on to me

Shine on to me, shine on to me

__________________________

She was doing better. Beginning to smile a little more. Her eyes even began to twinkle again.

Maybe it was the Tardis looking out for her, or maybe it was that his piloting got a little less impulsive. No longer punching buttons and slamming levers, learning to slow down his dance for her. Letting her stay in one space long enough to catch up. Not too long for her to become stuck.

But there hadn’t been many visits to earth. Especially in her time. Neither of them mentioned it. It settled in the air of the console room, afraid of what was outside the doors. Hoping it wasn't something that would spiral down to adjacent memories. He learned that their coping mechanisms had dwindled to one. Risking their lives. Saving worlds. Running hand in hand. Fighting bad guys. Standing for what’s worthy.

He could feel her heart beating sometimes. Well, most of the time. But he was reminded of what it meant. When they were dashing back to their ship. Breathless. On the brink of falling.

Which would happen sometimes. They’d crash through the doors and she’d collapse into the jumpseat. He wouldn’t notice the tears until he had put them in the vortex.

The first time it happened, they were struggling to sprint through the sand. Trying to get back to the Tardis. They were a few yards ahead of the heavy brutes, but the Doctor wasn't aiming to have another lucky breakaway.

It was one of those situations where they showed up at the wrong place, wrong time and broke a law before they could even get a word out. Leaving them to wiggle out of harms way before they lost a finger.

Rose wasn't happy with him. It was also one of those times where they ended up in the wrong century. He missed the year he was hoping for by five decades.

He twirled around the console. Hoping he could take her mind away from being frustrated with him by babbling. Instead, she found the topic he least expected.

"I wish I could call her."

And then she broke down. The small smile fading while the tears gathered. He was quick to move to her side.

“Why-” she swallowed the question when she swallowed her tears.

“Why what, Rose?”

She shook her head, “Out of all these things we do right, why couldn’t we do it right then?”

He didn’t have an answer. Because it would mean forgoing the idea of fate and chance. Leading them both to believe there is something more. Maybe within them- that they could change a past that has already had its chance. It's a chance to take hold of the present. Morph them- morph her. And carve out everything to come.

So he held her. All he knew is they had tomorrow.

&&

It took time. He sure as hell knew that. So tomorrows came and went.

They landed on Theron 70FV. In the middle of some conflict or war. He could never keep up with the Theronians. They were always at odds with someone. Typically themselves.

The Doctor knew it was a fruitless effort, but he let Rose try. Because she needed to make an impact on someone. He didn’t interfere like he normally would, swoop in when things were dire. Partially because he wanted to see if her decisions would change. But mostly because he didn’t have to.

He should have expected Rose to act the way she did.

She paid no mind to the noises going on outside of the warehouse they found full of refugees. Mothers and children and injured. There was no grand scheme to stop the war, it was a tiny, delicate scheme to fight a fight the wary had no energy for. A fight that Rose didn't notice, she saw people in need. People that have been cast away because they weren't as big as the problem at hand. People who needed her.

So they went out and found the supplies everyone needed. The food, the comforts, the medicines. Rose argued and bartered and the Doctor stored what he could in his pockets, making a sack out of a blanket to hold everything. Before eventually trading whatever was in his pockets for a bag that was trans-dimensional.

She kept going. Trudging through villages torn apart by conflict and towns that looked brand new. She wasn’t going back until she had everything on her list checked off. Until she had everything that her people needed.

It took a little more than a week. He had to force her to stop and rest and sleep. Sometimes people would offer a spare room. Other times they found dark corners. It didn’t matter where they were though. They slept rough. Even with Rose pressed against his chest and wrapped in his coat, double heartbeat lulling her to sleep, she never relaxed. He felt her anxious twitches and mumbles while she dreamed. When she woke up, it was onto the next thing on her list.

Sometimes, while they waited on the goods, she allowed herself a breath. He watched her phase out into the thoughts she shoved away. The way she overworked herself drove in the exhaustion. It took over for a moment.

Lost in a world driven by her stubborn, broken heart.

There was a night where she hit that wall. Hard. Falling into his arms but not falling asleep. He almost expected her to cry. Not that it was a bad thing. It was just what she had done every other time this happened. Overwhelmed by all that she was doing with such a loud brain- Who wouldn’t collapse?

They had been invited into a house that night. The tenants called her a martyr. She renounced the title, she was doing what she was put here for.

And the Doctor laughed at that. Because maybe that’s true. With their sentient ship who put them where they needed to be, it was possible. Yet there was a lingering feeling that the Tardis put them here because Rose needed it. Just as much as these people needed Rose.

After dinner, they were led to the guest room. What happened next was like slow-motion.

As the door closed, she turned around to face him and leaned towards for a hug. Which he gave. She was Rose and he was the Doctor and that’s what they did. She collapsed into him like she had when they were on New Earth. And for the first time in four days he felt her muscles relax.

He carried her to the bathroom and sat her down. Taking a towel and wiping away the dirt that had gathered on her face over the past few days. And he laughed. Her eyes came back from wherever she was at with a curious glint.

“If it were me leading the crusade, you would have complained about the dust and dirt days ago. You’ve never been one for the lack of showers.” He explained.

She grinned slightly, looking up through hooded eyelids as he went to set the towel back on the sink.

“Is that what you think I am? A crusade?”

He smiled, “Oh, Rose Tyler. I think you’re brilliant.”

She didn't say much more. He was okay with that.

He helped her out of her jacket and jeans into bed. Listening carefully while scrubbing the dirt off of them. For a small huff or even his name- neither ever came.

He returned from the ensuite to see her laying on top of the duvet, starting at the ceiling with an expression he couldn't quite describe on her face.

He laid next to her. For a moment, the entire world had gone still. Like the moment before someone lets out the breath that says it all.

Her movements remained slow. Curling into him with care. Letting sore muscles relax one by one. Her hand rediscovering the lean muscles of his stomach with detail.

It made his hearts swell. To be in such a moment of peace. Even if it was for a few hours. It was another step. As much as he loved the Rose who smiled and joked and kept running. He knew that she needed a second to just process. To go back into her mind and rummage through thoughts she had shoved to the side.

Some may consider it self-destructive to keep going the way she did. But he couldn’t say a thing. Every moment was worth it. No matter how dark.

She was healing. He was here for whatever route they would take.

&&

They went back to Earth for the first time in months. It wasn’t long for everyone on Earth. A week, tops.

They met Jo at the flat, to pick up the things the Doctor left behind. Rose's relative didn't mention the fact that most of the things they were there for were already gone. Instead, they sat in the cramped living room and laughed. Then cried. Mourning a woman yet to die.

After the melancholy happiness of the afternoon, Rose received a text. One that led them to arguing over if he needed to dress down or not. Rose won.

On their way to the club, she talked about all the times her and her mates got into trouble. Pointing out the chippy they would run to if they heard Jackie was on her way. The alternative routes back to the estates. Tugging him down for a kiss at on the at the crossroads before the club.

She was giddy. Bouncing on her toes. Ready to tell stories and chat with friends she hadn't gotten to properly talk to in years.

They were tucked away in the corner. A small table had been set up for the friends. He had yet to meet any of them outside of Shireen. But they took onto him with ease. Derailing his monologue with a quip at Rose. He kept a eye on her as the conversation bounced around. Stories of running away from their teachers in France, how Mickey asked her out for the first time, and the time Jackie nearly knocked a boy's tooth out. He didn't need to do it. But the subtle changes in her expression and her unconstrained laughter kept him captivated. It was something he didn't realize he missed.

Occasionally someone would come by and ask if the rumors about her were true. Most of which, weren't. Then asking if the Doctor was the man that took her away from the estates.

Tonight seemed to be the night that everyone in Rose’s “normal” life was meeting the Doctor. He didn’t mind. Just keeping a hold of her hand and squeezing it three times when she grew tense.

During the first pint, he found himself raising a toast. Because of something someone said about her.

"To Jackie." He winked.

Rose rolled her eyes in return but joined him, "Best mum in the universe."

As the evening grew on, the stories and laughter distracted them from the fact that it was getting busier. The Doctor hadn't noticed how loud the music was until Shireen left with another one of Rose’s mates to go get refills and they were alone. They were in their own little bubble. Like they had been before.

“Are you okay?” He mumbled into her ear.

She didn't answer right away and he wondered if she even heard him. She was staring off into nowhere. Then the song changed. And Rose perked up and pressed a kiss against his cheek before pulling him out of his chair. She led them out to the center of the room where a crowd he didn’t notice before had formed.

Then they were dancing.

No strategic or planned dance like the first time. Around the console room with only Jack to watch. It was mindless. In the middle of a crowd of people. They were too focused on each other to notice people tripping over their feet. Or their friends calling their names. They didn't care if people were watching.

He was happy that she convinced him to dress down to his henley. Laughing as he twirled her and her hands fell against his chest when someone tripped her.

The lights in the dark room couldn't compare to the ones that sparkled as one of her favorite songs came on.

The tongue-in-tooth smile followed by the come-and-get-me grin told him they were far from where they were the last time they were on Earth.

He was sure that his tomorrows would never stop coming if she kept on smiling like that.

[queer-starling]

Flower ask: also all of them. you get to suffer with me >:3€

oh darlin’ we’re in it now huh

Alisons: Sexuality?

homogay

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

she/they | all gender will be shot on sight

Amaryllis: Birthday?

sept 23rd

Anemone: Favorite flower?

monkshood

Angelonia: Favorite t.v. show?

stranger things or ghost adventures

Arum-Lily: What’s the farthest you’d go for a stranger?

like? distance? a couple miles probably

Aster: What’s one of your favorite quotes?

“We are such stuff as dreams are made on, and our little lifeIs rounded with a sleep.” William Shakespeare, The Tempest

Aubrieta: Favorite drink?

wild cherry capri sun

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

ima change that to ‘kiss the last person u thought abt kissing’ bc YES

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

*jenna marbles voice* hell yeah!!

Baneberries: Favorite song?

waiting for the end - linkin park 

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

chaos

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

i have too many to list !!! brandi, kasey, you, liz, ivy, nick , just to name a few!!

Begonia: Favorite color?

blue uwu

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

foxes !! and opossums

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

night time babey

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

either a fox or an opossum or a raven, i think

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

i wanted to be a vet !!!

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

theyre ok as long as theyre not screaming and/or mine

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

i don’t liike vomit bc. nastey (trauma i think) and i don’t like old ppl well. i dunno why? they’re just so old and fragile and helpless and sometimes they’re really mean and idk i think it’s like something to do w death or something LMAO idk. also i just hate the idea of becoming old and having to rely on other people ?? hhh

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

i was bullied a lot

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?  

realistically? probably playing dead by daylight with my girlfriend ADFSGRHYUTR

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

happily taken 

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

ireland, scotland, alaska, greece

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

whenever my friends or family tells me they love me but esp when u text me goodmorning or when we say our goodnights sorry im gay haha

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  

i have. uuuuhh 6

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  

no!!! i want some tho :(

California Poppy: Height?  

i think im like. 5′5 or something? give or take an inch ?

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

oh absolutely. my house is haunted as we speak

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?  

bmth hoodie and pajama pants w foxes all over them. i just woke up lol

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

yeah i always keep one on in the bathroom

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  

my sister bc she came home from college yesterday

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

ask me in like. a little over a month from now ;)

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

FONT??? the animal crossing font

Columbine: Are you tired?

oh absolutely

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

thanksgiving, christmas, seeing my gf, magfest

Coneflower: Dream job?

idk if it’s a job but i just wanna own like. a ranch that takes in all sorts of animals and takes care of them

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

introvert 

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

ooooh yeah

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

i mean. depends on what they want/need. distance wise? i’d travel the known universe for u  

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

he was a plaid teddy bear his name was Stanley!!!! i miss him :( but now i have Little Moon God as my favourite stuffed animal 

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Libro

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Working in Yellowstone is something I’ll never forget

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

well. hmm. i was gonna say flying to yellowstone but maybe driving to north carolina by myself bc driving long distances alone to places i haven’t been before gives me hella anxiety (i’m better now)

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)? 

i don’t pay rent in this house to listen to their opinions lmao. 

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

you, i think, when we said goodnight last night!!! EDIT: you this morning!!

False Goat’s Beard: What is something you are good at?

being bad at dead by daylight

Foxgloves: What’s something you’re bad at?

dead by daylight

Freesia: What are three good things that have happened in the past month?

(little over a month now but uhhh) GOT A UH ......GIRL.....FRIEND ...... GOT TO VISIT GIRLFRIEND ........ and got the windshield finally replaced in my car 

Garden Cosmos: How was your day today?

i dont know! so far ive laid in bed now im at my computer answering this. not too bad. my shift is only 4 hours today. 

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

for the most part, i’m pretty content, yeah

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

MOVE OUT 

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

my friends, my mom, my sisters, my girlfriend, my bastard dog

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?

metal   

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

what does this mean. physically, i’m very affectionate, i just. don’t show it alot bc anxiety/i overthink. that and i constantly tell ppl i love them and what they mean to me 

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

whoever is reading this

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

wake up next 2 a cute girl. take way too long to get up. go climb mountain w cute girl. vibe on mountain w cute girl. go to waffle house 2gether. gome home and vibe. play video games or watch a movies/tv w cute girl.  

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?  

i like to make art or play bideo jame

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

oh gosh i dunno. the ones i’ve known the longest are kasey and brandi, and i’ve known them both around/over a decade i think. we met in middle/highschool!

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

you, ivy, liz

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

so many 

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you’ve ever received?

idk man but i remember when you said u had a crush on me and then i posted a selfie and u were like ‘OH NO SHE’S CUTE” and like ??? idk i think that was definitely the first compliment to ever shock me LMAO 

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

6.9/10

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

my tattoos

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself? 

 https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kGGViLwHEUk

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

i liked to play zombies ate my neighbors on the sega genesis !!!!

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

eliza !!!! we lost touch a few years after i moved away :(

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

ima be real everything makes me feel guilty

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

aaaaaa the whole abi/moon incident 

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

my name is fox. it means i like foxes

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

northern virginia babey !!!! that place fucking sucks!!! but everyone who lives up there thinks they’re hot shit. 

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

i had a bunkbed and i think the walls were pink 

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  

😬 i’m just gonna say i’m much happier now and i’m coping with life and shit a lot better  

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

she’s sweet and funny and i love her so much!! she always does the Most for everyone, sometimes to the point where she isn’t concerned abt herself and i see where i get it from. but yeah my mom is great, my dad doesn’t deserve her 

Onions: Tell about your dad.  

source of a lot of trauma and why i have so many issues regarding men. i don’t wanna talk about him anymore LOL he doesn’t deserve the attention

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

my dad’s mom is becoming senile and i think she’s racist and queerphobic. my mom’s parents disowned her a few years ago so we don’t talk to them anymore 

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

i dunno. i don’t try to remember my birthdays. whenever i can go to busch gardens for my birthday i usually have a lot of fun there. 

Peony: What was your first job?

if you don’t wanna count working w my mom as a florist, target was my first job back in 2016. i found my name tag the other day , actually

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

WELL, i know you followed me on here first. and then twitter?? but we didn’t really start talking until stranger things 3 came out (thank u stranger things) PHYSICALLY, we didn’t meet until fursonacon (haha. i remember when u texted me that u got to the hotel and i came down to help n i saw u unloading yr car and it was then that my brain was like OH NOOOOOOOO and my heart was like OH YEEEEAAAAAAAH) 

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

physical, mental, or emotional? i play a video game or listen to loud music

Pink: Where is home?[

somewhere in appalachia i can feel it in my stupid soul 

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change? 

idk man i’m pretty content w where i’m at now so 

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

chester bennington 

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

i have a waife and we have many great pets and we live in a log cabin in the mountains or in a nice victorian in a small town or something IDK but we’re happy and that’s all that matters 

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

God

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

my mom, me best friends, my girlfriend

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

my girlfriend’s laugh because it’s THE cutest shit and then when she giggles??? oh my heart 

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

oct 23rd, 2005, we brought Fat Boy Zack home !!!!

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

July 22nd, 2016. i was 2200 miles away

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

to be holding my girlfriend >:(

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

hhhhhhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

those i hold dear

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

enough, i guess? 

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

my girlfriend

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

it’s fucking BORING and TOO EASY and they don’t pay me ENOUGH but i can get away with so much shit there so ima still go, ima still go 

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

all of the flannels currently in my possession

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  

mountains, woods, forests, cabins, autumn, cryptic, occult, victorian, edwardian

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

if someone gets me a gift i’m legally required to execute them

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

this 40hr workweek i got coming up 

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

i have not read in So Long

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Moved out away from here lol, we’ll see

Yarrow: Do you know what vore is?

:/

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

i’m a furry

that was SO LONG im sorry i also put you through that but THANK YOU ENJOY READING ILU

[furycrimsxn]

Flowers

     it was a vexation to garden beside his mother in his youth. barely 10 years of age, still impressionable and vulnerable, cassian’s mother thought by weaving in the ways of cultivation she could show her son what patience truly meant at a young age - a adroitness he would weaponize for the rest of his centuries to come. 

     to this day, cassian wasn’t sure when he continued to garden on his own. he remembers visiting his mother’s flowerbeds after her death when nobody was looking, breathing in the aromas and running an ever so gentle thumb over the leaves in their stems, registering the second skin of bristles they grew for their own protection like a skin of his own. these flowers were his escape from reality when cassian was unable to run from his endeavors, his mistakes anymore. he would never tell a soul but he could close his eyes and imagine his mother in the air; enveloping him with imaginary arms. 

     before the vision takes solid form, it is gone with a pinch in the bridge of his nose. over the decades, cassian took over his mother’s garden as his own. daylilies, lavenders, amaryllies, begonias, carnations, gardenias, the list goes on and on. the secret cassian holds in his garden, however, are those equally as subtle. bloodroots, foxgloves, larkspur, morning glorys, oleander, wolf’s bane. while it is no secret that cassian underoot enjoys torture and death in the most patent carnage, in his political position - the secret of secret itself, has won more battles than any. 

     with the crown hanging in the balance and a throne itching for rebellion, the power of a green thumb is one so heavily under-appreciated, only the ones equally as discreet would ever notice a thing. the only question is, would somebody notice the aftermath after? or be quick enough to catch the before.

[feelin-woozy]

ALL OF THE FLOWERS! 🌸

Alisons: Sexuality?

Queer

Amaranth: Pronouns/Gender?

He/They, nb

Baby’s Breath: Would you kiss the last person you kissed again?

Eeeh, no but I probably still will lmao

Balsam Fir: Have you ever been in love?

Yes

Baneberries: Favorite song?

uhh, lately Berkshire Cunt

Basket of Gold: Describe your family.

Typical nuclear family

Beebalm: Do you have a best friend? Who is it?

@majuulian and my boy Alex but Im nut gunna link his tumblr bc idk if he wants that lmao

Begonia: Favorite color?

Azure and reds

Bellflower: Favorite animal?

Cats

Bergenia: Are you a morning or night person?

Night person

Black-Eyed Susan: If you could be any animal for a day, what would it be?

Cat

Bloodroots: When you were a kid, what did you want to be when you grew up?

I don’t really remember

Bluemink: What are your thoughts on children?

They’re cute but probably not for me

Blazing Stars: What are you afraid of? Is there a reason why?

Disappointing my parents

Borage: Give a random fact about your childhood.

I used to hide under tables a lot as a kid

Bugleherb: How would you spend your last day on Earth?  

Getting drunk and listening to good music, hopefully surrounded by good company

Buttercup: Relationship Status?

Single

Camelia: If you could visit anywhere, where would you want to go?

Germany

Candytufts: When do you feel most loved?

Have you ever had someone watch you absently with a small smile as you do something?

Canna: Do you have any tattoos?  

Three

Canterbury Bells: Do you have any piercings?  

Eight

California Poppy: Height?  

5′8

Cardinal Flower: Do you believe in ghosts?

I don’t not believe in them

Carnation: What are you currently wearing?  

Shorts

Catnip: Have you ever slept with a nightlight?

Yes

Chives: Who was the last person you hugged?  

I think Alayna??

Chrysanthemum: Who’s the last person you kissed?

My ex

Cock’s Comb: Favorite font?

Anything cursive

Columbine: Are you tired?

Very

Common Boneset: What are you looking forward to?

Uhh,,, I get to see Pup soon and I’m pretty stoked for that

Coneflower: Dream job?

Psychnurse

Crane’s-Bill: Introvert or extrovert?

Introvert

Crocus: Have you ever been in love?

Yes

Crown Imperial: What’s the farthest you would go for someone you care about?

As long as I’m not doing something that hurts myself physically and or mentally then pretty far

Cyclamen: Did you have a favorite stuffed animal as a child? What was it?

Big doggo

Daffodil: What’s your zodiac sign?

Virgo

Dahlia: Have you done anything worth remembering?

Absolutely, but I don’t really want to talk abt my shenanigans online for the masses

Daisy: What do you feel is your greatest accomplishment?

My vests lmao

Daylily: What would you do if your parents didn’t like your partner(s)?  

They haven’t liked a few of them but hey, hasn’t stopped me lmao. It also depends on WHY they don’t like them though

Dendrobium: Who is the last person that you said “I love you” to?

Josh i think??

Gardenia: Are you happy with where you’re at in your life?

Not particularly

Gladiolus: What is something you hope to do in the next year or two?

Have my shit together

Glory-of-the-Snow: What are ten things that make you happy/you’re grateful to have in your life?

My friends, family, music, cats, 

Heliotropium: What helps you calm down when you feel stressed?  

Weed

Hellebore: How do you show affection?

Light bullying

Hoary Stock: What are you proudest of?

My vests

Hollyhock: Describe your ideal day.

Uhh, just chilling with friends maybe having a few drinks and laughing till your sides hurt

Hyacinth: What do you like to do in your free time?  

I play video games and listen to podcasts

Hydrangea: How long have you known your best friend? How did you meet them?

I’ve known my buddy Erika for like a decade and a half, we met in school.

Irises: Who can you talk to about (almost) everything?

Josh

Laceleaf: How many friends do you have?

Like 10 maybe

Lantanas: What’s the best compliment you��ve ever received?

You remind me of David Bowie

Larkspur: What do you think of yourself?

I’m kinda a piece of shit lmao

Lavender: What’s your favorite thing about yourself?

My aesthetic

Leather Flower: What’s your least favorite thing about yourself?  

I’m lazy

Lilac: What’s something you liked to do as a child?

Watch my mum play world of warcraft

Lily: Who was your best friend when you were a kid?

Erika

Lily of the Incas: What is something you still feel guilty for?

Nothing I care 2 share

Lily of the Nile: What is something you feel guilty for that you shouldn’t feel guilty about?  

A lot of things lmfao

Lupine: What does your name mean? Why is that your name?

Victory of the people, because that’s what my mum picked out

Marigold: Where did you grow up? Tell us about it.

I grew up in Vancouver, I had a really typical childhood and I’m not sure what else to say of it. Just very basic.

Morning Glory: What was your bedroom like growing up?

Wall to wall in posters

Mugworts: What was it like for you as a teenager? Did you enjoy your teenage years?  

I don’t remember much of it lmao. I was a very very angry teenager and I was sad all the time. I was just a very volatile person and not really the kinda person you want in your life lmao.

Norwegian Angelica: Tell us about your mom.

She’s my bestfriend!!! I love her so much and would literally kill someone for her

Onions: Tell about your dad.  

He’s kinda an asshole but I really love him and value his opinions on things lmao.

Orchid: Tell about your grandparents.

My grandparents are,, complicated lmao. They’re fine all things considered though. My maternal grandma is the bomb.

Pansy: What was your most memorable birthday? What made it be so memorable?

I saw Brand New one year on my birthday, that was really great.

Peony: What was your first job?

Kentucky fried shithole

Petunia: If you’re in a relationship, how did you meet your partner(s)? If you’re not in a relationship, how did you meet your crush/how do you hope to meet your future partner(s), if you want any?

Ill probably meet my next partner on a dating app lmao.

Pincushion: How do you deal with pain?

Couple tynelols and move on

Pink: Where is home?

With people who make you laugh till your sides hurt and have your back through thick and thin

Plantain Lilies: If you could go back in time, what is one thing you would stop/change?

Uhh, I’d probably try and get my shit together sooner in life.

Prairie Gentian: Who is someone you look up to? Describe them.

Takes no shit 

Primrose: Describe your ideal life.

I’d like to live in the forest away from people with some animals and a partner

Rhodendron: What is something you used to believe in as a child?

Santa, tooth fairy etc.

Ricinus: Who’s the most important in your life?

My parents

Rose: What’s your favorite sound?

I love the sound of rain also the kill bill siren

Rosemallows: What’s your favorite memory?

Currently, Punk in drublic

Sage: What’s your least favorite memory?

Idk I’ve done a lot of shitty things lmao

Snapdragon: At this moment, what do you want?  

Some chocolate milk would be rad

St. John’s Wort: Is it easy or difficult for you to express how you feel about things?

Very easy, I’ve done like 6 years of therapy. I’m a fucking pro at this lmfao

Sunflower: What is something you don’t want to imagine life without?

Music

Sweet Pea: How much sleep did you get last night?

Like 7 hours?

Tickseed: What’s your main reason to get up every morning?

Life doesn’t stop for no one. Don’t wanna get steamrolled by it.

Touch-Me-Not: How do you feel about your current job?

I fucking hate it

Transvaal Daisy: What’s your favorite item of clothing?

My vests

Tropical White Morning Glory: Describe your aesthetic.  

Goth/punk slut

Tulip: What would be the best present to get you?

Idk I like weird things, one of my ex boyfriends bought me a bunch of taxidermy for my birthday and that’s been the best gift I’ve gotten to date

Vervain: What’s stressing you out most right now?

Life in general

Wisteria: How many books have you read in the past few months? What were they called?

I don’t read too much but I have read The Last Wish by Andrzej Sapkowski

Wolf’s Bane: Where do you want to be in life this time next year?

Uhh hopefully less stressed out 

Zinnia: Give a random fact about yourself.

I’m double jointed and it really freaks people out