#field of white flowers...a classic

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Her eyebrows at the end though...

Mae West and Joseph Calleia in My Little Chickadee, 1940

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Flowers

Summary: what sort of flowers (or alternatives) they give you

Characters: Luffy, Zoro, Sanji, Ace, Sabo, Law, Kid, Usopp, Robin, Nami

Genre: fluff

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Luffy: Not one to buy you flowers. Instead, he picks them. Sometimes they’re weeds he thought looked pretty, other times, he presents you with a lush bundle of pink carnations you think he must have picked from a commercial flower field (this man has no concept of private property). He’s always very proud to present them because he worked hard to secure them; you'd better give him a kiss for his effort. Has, on occasion, accidentally brought you some that are poisonous. Also once brought you a bundle of radishes because he thought you would like the color. Receiving flowers from Luffy can be a bit like receiving a lizard from your pet cat.

Zoro: He won’t really think to buy you flowers until one day you mention that camellias are pretty. He takes that to mean you like camellias, specifically, and not that you’d like to receive flowers in general, so he always buys you camellias, and you think it’s so sweet that you never correct him. He’s not actually a proponent of apology flowers because he thinks a ‘bribe’ cheapens it, but he will bring you flowers when he knows you’re having a hard day. He might also buy you a small bamboo plant that you two end up treating a bit like a pet, giving it a name and everything. 

Sanji: Classic red roses, at least a dozen at a time. He’ll buy you roses in shades of white and pink, as well as the occasional yellow, but a dozen red roses is his go to. He also makes very good use of the petals. Doesn’t need a special occasion to present you with a bouquet. In fact, he always makes sure you have fresh flowers on your nightstand. Additionally, he’s learned to cook a few dishes with edible flowers in them for you, presenting you with all manner of chamomile, chive blossom, and pansy dishes. 

Usopp: Will buy you cheap supermarket flowers on his way to come visit you and will regale you with a long, fanciful tale of crossing oceans and deserts to secure them from the only spot in the world those particular flowers grow, a tale filled with sweet and funny anecdotes that makes you giggle as you trim the stems and place them in a vase of water. He’ll tell you that the flowers have special powers and properties, such as bringing you luck or living forever so long as you smile every day. 

Robin: Is an expert on hanakotoba, the language of flowers; she read a book on it once and thought it was so sweet and beautiful that she read it cover to cover several more times. She always buys you flowers with a specific meaning and then happily explains that meaning to you. Giving you flowers brightens her day as much as it brightens yours. White anemones (sincerity), daffodils (respect), and forget-me-nots (true love) are some of her favorites to give you. 

Nami: Not a traditional kind of girl. She won’t hesitate to buy you roses if you like them, but she gravitates more toward violets, daisies, and the like, smaller flowers that speak to both of you. She’s also a proponent of buying you a single flower that you can put in your hair, and she has bought you a selection of floral hair accessories so you always have flowers for your hair on hand; her favorite is the primrose crown she bought you. 

Ace: He’ll bring you bouquets with a lot of variety that the nice lady at the flower shop helped him put together. He usually builds these bouquets around sunflowers or orange lilies, and he gets very smug when his flowers brighten your day. He’ll also pick flowers for you, but he’s very conscious to only pick the ones that are not weeds. If he finds a field of sunflowers, you will be getting as many as he can carry. Never, ever visits you empty-handed, always brings at least a bouquet of flowers with him. Treats securing flowers for you like hunting for dinner and is always so proud of his bounty.

Law: Gravitates toward orchids, especially in darker shades of pink, purple, and blue; they feel a little moodier and less kitschy than the red roses Bepo tells him he’s supposed to buy to woo you (side note: imagine Law getting relationship advice from Bepo). One night folded an origami flower for you, and you liked it so much that he spent the rest of the night folding an entire bouquet, though he pretends it only took him five minutes. He doesn’t actually give the origami bouquet to you so much as he just sets it on your nightstand one day and mutters something about how the flowers won’t need water. He gets kind of annoyed if you make a big deal out of it. 

Sabo: He’s gone for very long periods of time, so when he returns, he’ll bring you a bundle of peonies or calla lilies, but he also bought you a cherry blossom bonsai tree so you can have flowers even when he’s away. The bonsai tree ends up becoming his baby, and when he is home, he spends quite a bit of time tending to it, to the point you get a little jealous. But it brings you lots of comfort when he’s away, a symbol of your love that’s firmly rooted and eternal. Side note, he will most definitely use flowers to seduce you. 

Kid: If it’s at the point where he’s buying flowers, this man is so far beyond pride he won’t flinch at purchasing a bundle of pink tulips, even if they clash with his outfit/aesthetic. He also presents you one night with a bouquet of metal flowers he made himself. He spent ages on it, but he really didn’t mean to. He intended to make one but got absorbed in his work and made an entire bundle of dainty little metal flowers. He’s oddly proud of himself for making something so delicate and would be crushed if you ever got rid of them. 

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[bumblebeesfromvenus]

TF141 taking you on a picnic date 💐

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They're a little very all over the place because I wrote all of them on different days lol

I hope you'll enjoy it anyway <3

Some NSFW for all of them, but it's just a little bit at the very end, the rest is sweet fluff!!

Lmk who you would go on a picnic date with!

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John is such a romantic.

Maybe not the flashy kind, but in subtle and sincere ways. He would absolutely love to take you on a picnic date, he might even be more excited about it than you are.

You know how girls have those dreams of specific dates or scenarios??? Well, boys have that too, and this is John's. He finds the perfect spot, a secluded park with a field of wildflowers that bloom beautifully in the summer.

As ready as he was to organize the whole thing himself in the matter of a day, he'd adore to organize it with you. Write a grocery list, make some homemade goods, pack up the car. The domesticity makes his heart do flips.

"Do you reckon champagne would be too over the top?"

"John, honey, we're going on a picnic."

"Touchè."

And it's 100% fool proof.

This man has something planned for every single scenario because nothing will ruin this for him. He'll hold your umbrella while he gets soaked if he has to.

He hasn't asked you to marry him yet, but this seals the deal for him. He's already imagining going on a picnic like this on every single anniversary until you're physically unable to.

Did he overdo it a bit with the outfit? Maybe, but he couldn't care less about potential grass stains when his white button-down shirt and his beige slacks basically make you drool.

John insisted on a classic picnic basket, but he'll accept input regarding the pattern of the blanket. He's so utterly in love with you it's ridiculous. And when you come down the stairs in a flowy and floral sundress the blood in his body doesn't know where to rush first, his heart or his cock.

"Fucking hell, dove. You look divine."

He makes heart eyes at you but also has a raging hard on. What can he say? You keep him balanced.

John has to try so hard not to drop to his knees in front of you and beg. For what? He doesn't even know. It just feels like the right thing to do with you looking like a goddess. He loves it when he can press his nose against your soft mound all while his forehead rests on your pudgy tummy and your fingers card through his hair.

The drive there is lovely. The sun is out, it's a comfortable temperature, and the mood is high. The windows are rolled down, and you both sing along to music while his hand is planted firmly in yours. The location is even more beautiful than you thought. There's willow trees and all kinds of sweet smelling flowers accompanied by the symphony of busy bees and chirping birds.

After everything is set up, it's the best day of your life, probably. It's so so so nice.

And yes, he did bring the champagne.

Your head is in his lap while he strokes your hair and feeds you bits of cake. It's so romantic that it's sickening. SICKENING, I say. He's just so perfect. You talk and laugh, and it's so fun. T

he day goes by in the blink of an eye, and suddenly, it's golden hour, and John swears you're heaven on earth. You're so pretty, and he wants nothing more than to kiss you silly, frankly.

So he does.

Just bristly and sloppy kisses wherever he can reach, your cheeks, jaw, neck. You shift your position, you're now lying down on the blanket, facing each other. The tips of your noses touch, and you're a tangled mess of limbs.

John wants to fuck you more than he ever wanted anything in his life, but he's a man of style, so rubbing you through your panties until your hips buck away from his hand will have to do until you get home and he can take care of you properly <3

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Johnny only wants to spend time with you. He doesn't care how.

He'll do anything to be by your side. Such a clingy bastard but we all love him for that. He loves being outside, and now he gets to let out his romantic side, too???? He's sold.

I'm also firmly convinced that he listened in on what his sisters gushed about in books or movies, and he uses that as his guideline for dates.

He makes sure there's a variety of different foods. Let's be honest he probably packed way too much, but he just wants to have options! Frankly, Johnny's is positively buzzing with excitement to get to spend such a lovely day with you.

As much as he loves to laze around with you on the couch, he needs air to breathe. So anything that's outside is an immediate yes from him. He's so so so excited that he doesn't shut up about it for days before the actual date.

Johnny is 100% one to overpack. He takes absolutely EVERYTHING, and you end up not even using half of it.

"I- Johnny??"

"Yeah, bonnie?"

"Why, for the love of God, did you bring a hazmat suit???"

"Ya never know!"

He will pack so many outdoor activities, like frisbee, badminton, a football, literally so much but you don't end up using any of it because he'll doze off as the sun shines down on the both of you.

He just can't help it! Your pudgy tummy is such a nice pillow, and the way your fingers rake through his mohawk and over his scalp nearly make his eyes roll into the back of his head.

He doesn't notice the smiles and nice looks the pair of you get from bypassers, but you can't help but giggle. It makes your belly jiggle, which in turn makes Johnny smile, still face down in your soft fat.

After he wakes up, though, there's a lot of talking that you'll happily listen to.

Corny jokes, overexaggerated stories from missions or his family, and from time to time, he'll get distracted by your pretty face with all its soft edges and kiss you.

Constant snacking. I mean, we all know the boys can EAT, but Johnny is such a foodie. Will eat everything and anything.

He also LOVES Irn Bru. It's definitely more of an... acquired taste, shall we say, but I think it's also very nostalgic for him.

He doesn't care what you wear. However, there are some things that get him feral. Sundresses are obviously on the list, but he adores long skirts. He likes how they flow when there's a nice breeze, and he thinks they make you look very elegant.

He will play into the whole Princess charade with long skirts or dresses.

"There's ma princess. Are ya ready to depart, m'lady?"

He will also bow very dramatically.

Undoubtedly, his favorite part of those skirts is when he gets to push them up your plush thighs and bury is face in your sweet cunt while the fabric is bunched up around your wide hips and fiddles with the hem because his goal is to bring you to bliss with his tongue only <3

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Kyle loves the water.

I don't know why, but I feel it in my bones. From streams and lakes all the way to the great big ocean. His casual style in the summer would definitely be coastal grandson, too.

So your picnic date would obviously take place in the vinicty of water. It's somewhere in a small park that has a nice big lake with lilypads and ducks swimming across it.

You'd be right by the shore, feet in the shallow water while you enjoy your lunch. Kyle is so sweet and considerate!

He'd bring you a bouquet of daisies and lovingly hold your hand in his. If it gets a little too breezy, he'll tuck you into his side and stretch his jacket over the both of you as much as he can.

He always brings you a new rock from that lake when he comes home from his morning run, and when you two are at the beach, he'll collect seashells with you.

It's all about balance and teamwork with Kyle. He makes the sandwiches while you whip up a quick sweet treat. You carry the basket while he has the blanket slung over his shoulder and your drinks in the other hand!

I feel like he'd really enjoy picnics, but they're not his favorite activity. He likes to explore a bit, just sitting around isn't quite his style. But it's nice to just sit and breathe sometimes.

For dates, he prefers the classic going out to dinner. Getting to see you all dressed up in the gentle atmosphere of a cozy restaurant makes his heart swell. But he won't ever deny you anything. Definitely not something as simple as a picnic.

A big smile stretches across his cheeks when he sees a little duck family waddling along the shore before they glide into the water.

"You think we'll have little ducklings of our own one day?"

You can only match his smile as you follow his line of sight.

"Who knows, maybe."

He pulls you close and presses a kiss to your temple. The picnic is starting to grow on him.

"... did you mean actual ducklings, or was it a metaphor for kids?"

"Both?"

As badly as you want to call him ridiculous, the mental image of Kyle with a duckling or a baby makes your heart beat with affection.

Also does not care what you wear, but he, too, has a weakness for sundresses as all men do. The way it hugs your ass, your tummy, and your supple tits makes him want to sink his teeth into your soft flesh.

An absolute sucker for a square neckline. No, I can not elaborate. You'll just have to take my word for it.

You watch the sunset together, the park becoming emptier as the light fades. He loves how you look during the golden hour and will gently hold your face to admire all your pretty features. Kyle likes that the park now only has the both of you and a pair of swans that swim over the lake like lovers.

What he loves even more is making you ride his slender fingers while the only sounds that fill the air is the chirping of cicadas and your heavenly moans while the remnants of the golden sun shine down on you making you look like a dream come true <3

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Simon isn't thrilled, let's say.

When he thinks of picnics he thinks of big open spaces, obnoxious people with annoying kids and uncomfortable wooden benches. Of which none are his cup of tea.

So you make compromises. Talk about it and ask what he would be okay with. He isn't the biggest fan of PDA, he's stuck between wanting to show off his love for you to the whole world and keeping it close to his heart like the sacred thing that it is.

But Simon perks up when you mention something about a lovely forest that's pretty secluded. Now that he can work with. Even though he's a born city boy, he'd much rather take a walk in a forest or on a little trail than on the busy streets of Manchester or London.

So he agrees, deciding that your excited reaction and thank you kisses were already worth it. He watches as you prepare the lunch you're taking with you, answering all your questions on what he'd prefer.

The truth, he'd eat rocks if your lovely hands prepared them.

He packs up the car and drives to the car park nearby, grumbling over the fee before it all melts away when he sees your smile.

The walk there on its own is nice. Holding your hand and listening to the birdsong that echoes along the tall trees. Of course, he's carrying everything.

You will never ever have to carry anything with him around, not on his watch. It's his way of repaying you for taking care of him and loving him. He would've carried you as well if you weren't so fussy about it.

When you set up the blanket and just lay down, it's the first time you think you've ever seen his shoulders untense on their own.

Simon's eyes even flutter shut, and his breath evens out.

It's just the two of you in a little glade with the vast green of the woods making your own little sanctuary.

Your head is on his shoulder, and his nose is buried in your hair.

"This.. this is nice."

He speaks so softly as if not to disturb the peace of nature. You can't help but smile and press a kiss to his cheek.

"I'm glad you think so. It is really nice."

It's mostly pleasant silence after that with the occasional short conversation, but that's how you like it best.

When you hand him his lovingly prepared sandwich, he catches your chin between his fingers and kisses you so softly that you melt right into his touch.

"You're so patient with me, love. I appreciate it."

"Of course. A few compromises aren't the end of the world if it means you're happy."

He's a fucking goner, okay.

He loves it when you wear one of his sweat jackets or flannels over a nice dress. It's so obviously not yours which signals to other people that you're taken.

And considering the size and color of the thing, it's safe to assume it belongs to that hunk of a man always by your side.

He lays back onto the soft blanket and pulls you onto his chest, wrapping his arms around you. There are a few sun spots shining through the thick canopy of leaves, warming your skin.

You're half asleep, dozing off, ignoring the way he fiddles with his trousers until he pushes your panties to the side and sinks his thick cock into your pussy, having you warm his length. It makes him feel so impossibly close to you and his brain melts and before you know it, he's snoring beneath you, his dick buried inside of you <3

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[beegomess]

Your marriage with them || Slytherin Boys

Summary: This time, the title describes it well… Warnings: None.

Requests are open!

Blaise Zabini

It was on a sunny afternoon, at one of the idyllic country estates of the Zabini family, that your wedding with Blaise came to life. The setting, though unpretentious, exuded a serene elegance. The estate was situated on a vast property, surrounded by green fields stretching as far as the eye could see. The ceremony took place outdoors, under a clear blue sky, with subtle decor that appeared natural and unpretentious, yet it was evident that every detail had been carefully chosen.

The altar was a simple structure, adorned with white and green flowers that blended perfectly with the surroundings. The chairs, arranged in elegant lines, were dressed in soft-toned linen fabrics, creating a pleasant contrast with the green field backdrop. The sound of birds singing and the gentle breeze completed the tranquil and intimate atmosphere of the event.

The guests, many of whom were close friends and family, appreciated the sophisticated simplicity of the setting. The reception featured an outdoor dinner with refined dishes served informally, allowing everyone to feel at ease. The day concluded with a sunset celebration, marked by lively conversations and laughter, in an environment where elegance met natural beauty.

Draco Malfoy

The wedding with Draco was a spectacle of grandeur and tradition, reflecting the prestige and magnitude of the families involved. The ceremony took place in a splendidly decorated church, whose interior was an imposing example of classical architecture. The environment was filled with luxury and refinement: crystal chandeliers hung from the high ceiling, casting a soft light over the meticulously crafted details.

The altar, adorned with opulent floral arrangements in shades of white and gold, seemed like an extension of the church itself, harmonizing with the columns and walls embellished with marble details and gold frames. The main aisle was filled with guests, all dressed in their finest attire, giving the event a royal air. The sound of organ music filled the space, creating a solemn and majestic atmosphere.

The reception was equally grand, held in the main hall of the Malfoy family estate, distinguished by its refined decor and luxurious details. Guests enjoyed an exquisite banquet and danced to the music of a live orchestra. Every moment of the wedding was planned to emphasize the significance of the occasion and the connection between the families, creating a celebration that will be remembered as a milestone of elegance and prestige.

Lorenzo Berkshire

Your wedding with Lorenzo Berkshire took place in a serene field, immersed in the simplicity and natural beauty that characterize the Berkshire family aesthetic. The location was carefully chosen to offer a tranquil and elegant setting, with robust trees and blooming white flowers.

The ceremony was held outdoors, with a simple yet sophisticated altar, decorated with white and green floral arrangements that complemented the natural palette of the field. The chairs, arranged in a semicircle, were dressed with linen covers and ribbons in neutral tones, blending with the surroundings. The blue sky and gentle sun created a pleasant and calm atmosphere for the celebration.

The reception followed the same refined simplicity, with an outdoor dinner served under elegantly decorated tents. The menu included light and sophisticated dishes prepared with fresh, high-quality ingredients. The overall atmosphere was one of relaxation and intimate celebration, with friends and family enjoying a natural and elegant setting where the beauty of the field complemented the discreet sophistication of the occasion.

Mattheo Riddle

The wedding with Mattheo had to be conducted quickly and practically, reflecting the urgency with which both of you wanted to seal the union. The ceremony took place in a small and cozy garden at the back of one of his family's houses. The decor, done in a hurry, was simple but had a touch of homey charm.

The space was decorated with field flowers and candles, creating an intimate and warm environment. The ceremony area was improvised with an arch of white and green flowers, giving the place a fresh look. Simple wooden chairs were arranged around the makeshift altar, where the vows were exchanged.

The few friends present shared a simple feast, with homemade food and drinks. The celebration was marked by a sense of urgency and love, with everyone present understanding the importance and intensity of the moment. The simplicity of the event reflected Mattheo's and your desire to unite quickly, and even in its simplicity, the love and dedication were clearly present.

Theodore Nott

The wedding took place at the end of a golden afternoon, in a seaside garden belonging to a majestic house on the coast. The setting was breathtaking, with the deep blue sea shimmering under the soft light of the setting sun.

The garden was adorned with natural and refined decor, with white flowers and green arrangements that enhanced the beauty of the environment. The chairs were arranged in a semicircle configuration, offering panoramic views of the sea and the sunset-lit horizon. The altar, simple yet elegant, was framed by a curtain of flowers and leaves, matching the garden’s color palette.

The ceremony was enveloped in a warm glow, as the last rays of sun reflected on the sea, creating a magical and romantic atmosphere. The reception continued outdoors, with a sophisticated dinner served under a large tree, where guests enjoyed the spectacular view and relaxed ambiance. The combination of the natural setting with elegant details created a dreamlike scene, capturing the essence of love and glamour.

Tom Riddle

The wedding with Tom was an urgent and symbolic celebration, held in the Chamber of Secrets, a location that, despite its dark and mysterious character, became the backdrop for a deeply personal and significant moment. The ceremony had to be conducted quickly due to the need to remain hidden, but Tom insisted that all the elements he wanted be present.

The Chamber was temporarily transformed with simple but effective decor. Magical torches cast a soft light on the stone walls, and a series of white candles were placed around the makeshift altar. Discreet floral arrangements, consisting of white lilies and dark flowers, were positioned at strategic points, providing an elegant contrast to the somber environment.

The few carefully selected guests were present to witness the union, marked by sincere vows and a sense of urgency. The ceremony was brief and intense, reflecting both the gravity of the situation and Tom’s deep desire to seal the union as quickly as possible. Despite the improvised decor and unusual setting, the moment was filled with significance, with Tom ensuring that every detail reflected his commitment and desire to build a future together, regardless of the circumstances.

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[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

How would your skellies react to an S/O who has a green thumb? It seem like every plant S/O takes care of comes back healthier and better.

Undertale Sans - Well that's a good thing because he's a mass plant murderer. You're balancing each other lol. Every plant someone trusted Sans with ended up dying a horrible death somehow, so you're kinda saving the day by somehow reviving them. He doesn't understand how you're doing this. He swears he tried a ton of things and nothing worked. Ok, maybe most of the time he remembers he had to take care of the plant after two weeks to two months, but still.

Undertale Papyrus - He's good with flowers but he's a bit bored with the classic species. He wants cool-looking flowers and you're here to help. After two months, plants turned into a hyperfixation for Papyrus and you're living in a jungle, congratulations.

Underswap Sans - He thinks plants are boring honestly. It does nothing, it doesn't last long either, and it takes so much energy to take care of for only a few days of nice-looking moments. That's your thing, and it will say your thing. He's not patient enough for this.

Underswap Papyrus - Mr "I'm-allergic-to-everything" is not making the task easy for you lol. You're struggling to find plants and flowers that don't make him sneeze all day long. But it's a little victory every time you find something that he tolerates. Honey loves to help. Well, he loves to be included in everything his S/O is doing, but taking care of plants actually makes his anxiety shut up so he's always happy to help a bit.

Underfell Sans - He's doing his best to help but somehow he makes things worse every time he's helping. Like that time he watered your plants with gasoil and only noticed avec the twentieth flower :') He's not doing it on purpose, he's just terrible with plants.

Underfell Papyrus - You two are fighting on which plants to keep inside the house. Edge actually loves plants too, but he loves plants you hate... And you love plants he hates. He waits for you to leave the house to replace the plants, and you're doing the same. It's an eternal war. Maybe someday you'll find one you can agree on.

Horrortale Sans - He actually learns with you. At first, he doesn't show that much interest, but the more you do, the more you notice him staring behind your back. He's a bit clumsy and forgets half of the things he has to do, but it actually keeps him occupied. It actually helps his memory too since he has to water the plant every day, which is training his memory. He thinks it's a really relaxing activity and he would love to do it more often with you.

Horrortale Papyrus - He doesn't have that much of an interest in plants, but he's curious about what his S/O is doing and he's always happy to help if he can. He gladly appreciates your advice on his vegetables though. He had some difficulties growing them in the beginning but you showed him how to improve his fields and he's delighted with the result!

Swapfell Sans - He doesn't have any interest in the activity, but he likes having plants around. It makes his house look even more expensive and he's a material girl so he's really happy. You pretend like you don't see his black-and-white edge lord photos on social media next to your plants lol.

Swapfell Papyrus - I mean, you can do what you want but... Do you really want to have plants in a secluded area where Rus lives? Your plants are living in fear, never knowing if they're going to see the next day. That guy has no limits and can accidentally set the house on fire at least once a week. He's dangerous to all living things, please reconsider.

Fellswap Gold Sans - Wine surprisingly likes to take care of plants too. It was a true shock the first time you discovered that because that skeleton usually hates more things than he likes some. Of course, he will never say it out loud, or show he likes it. But you can sometimes catch him watering the flowers or cutting some disgracious leaves from your plants. He gives you the "what are you even looking at?" kind of look every time you see him though lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - He saw you cut leaves and he wanted to help! So he cut leaves on all your plants. And by that I mean he cut 75% of each of your plants. When he sees your face, he goes from very proud to kicked puppy in three seconds. Maybe it's best if Coffee stays away from your plants from now on.

[asksythe]

Illustration for Lies and his Wife Truth. Scene in Finale of Arc 2 - Past Timeline. Oberon and Titania!Ritsuka's first time after one thousand years of sham marriage, right after the end of the Mors War - Christmas Night (!!!) - Queens 1000.

It's completed!

And here's the black-and-white version!

In the woods, atop a field of flowers, beneath a star-filled skies, in echo of the first night they met some 1400 years ago.

My husband actually prefers the b-n-w version to the colored version, says it's like a classic manga panel. @erimies also like how it illustrates that there are 2 sources of light: Titariri and the stars above her. Hah!

All in all, I'm pretty happy with how it turned out.

Ah, please zoom in to see all the nice details!

Now, on to the next erotic illustration!

Artist: Pntp.

[coqxettee]

How to romanticise Spring:

Some ideas and things you can do to romanticise the Spring season 🫧˚˖𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒✧˚.🧚🏻‍♀️.

Spring Wardrobe - Spring is the perfect time to start integrating new pieces into your wardrobe. Long flowing dresses, maxi skirts, pretty blouses, milkmaid dresses/shirts, rompers, dungarees, mini skirts, cami’s and so much more. Make sure to add a pair of new Spring pumps (Mary janes are perfect) and some pretty floral hair bandanna’s and flower crowns in there too. Pastel pinks, yellows, blues, greens and white fit perfect for this time of year, along with patterns and materials like floral print and lace 🩰

Change your eating habits. Put away the comfort food from winter and indulge in the delicious delicacy’s of Spring. Fresh fruit and vegetables can make endless recipes for Breakfast, Lunch & Dinner, sweet things like Oatmeal, Honey, gelato and any particularly sweet fruits are perfect for this time of year 🍒🥗🍵

Consume Spring media 💐 The media you consume affects your mood, consuming uplifting Spring content will not only make you feel happier in yourself, but will also make you look forward to and romanticise the season more. I have a list of Movies, TV shows & books you can consume in Spring that I will be uploading shortly ☀️

Read Spring books. There are SO many out there, classics are perfect for this time of year but any whimsical, forest-core, fantasy story’s like “The Hobbit” or “The legend of King Arthur” are perfect too 📖

Listen to classical music, movie soundtracks and pretty instrumentals whenever you are doing any of the following activities (I find it helps romanticising a lot! 🎶🌷)

Have a picnic outside - Bring a wicker picnic basket, beautiful picnic blanket, fancy plates and cutlery and have a picnic fit for a countryside princess outside, either at the park or in a field. Wear a big sun hat to keep shaded from the sun and be sure to bring the essentials (Princess picnic food can include miniature sandwiches, scones, cookies, cakes & cupcakes, fruits like strawberries, cherries and apples, any snacks you can think of, lemonade and sweet iced tea) 🌷

Host a Tea Party (either indoors or outside) Set a table with all your finest dinnerware pieces, wear a floaty dress and white gloves, and use your most precious Teapot to pour fruity and sweet flavoured teas into any delicate teacups you can find. You can even make this Bridgerton inspired and have a high-tea esque party. With cookies and strawberry shortcake, cupcakes and miniature sandwiches. Make sure to set the table with a pretty tablecloth, fresh flowers and napkins/fine cutlery for yourself or your guests. Play some classical music and enjoy 🫖

Go berry/fruit picking. This time of year is perfect for Strawberry, Cherry’s & fruit picking in general. Wear a big straw hat, a long dress and don’t forget to bring your basket with you to collect the fruit in 🍓

Visit a flower field 🌸 💐 this time of year, flowers are in full bloom. Wear the most beautiful dress and a flower crown, so you are ready to twirl in the flower fields to your hearts content 🌷

Bake new Spring recipes. There are SO many Spring/Easter baking ideas on Pinterest. Have a look at any and compile a list of Bakes you want to try this Spring season 🍰

Cook new Spring recipes, you can even incorporate any new foods you have tried into the recipes and be sure to write them down in your recipe book 🥧

Make flower crowns! You can use fresh flowers or fake flowers, some wire or plain headbands. Get creative with them, use flowers, gems, lace, ribbon (this is a lovely activity to do with friends outside) 🌸

Press flowers (Such a Spring fairy activity!) any wild flowers you find (preferably dying or damaged) take them home and press them in a heavy book

Go on Forest Fairy walks. Explore your local forests, parks, meadows in the most vibrant green and pink dresses, wear flower crowns and just be one with nature, listen to fairytale music and take in the wildlife and nature around you 🧚‍♀️

Decorate your bedroom/space for Spring. This can be as simple as changing the bedding or by going all out and re-decorating your room completely. Fresh flowers, fake plants, cottage-core illustrations of animals look lovely too 🌷

Celebrate Easter like a Spring princess (really get into it this year) enjoy a beautiful Spring breakfast, paint eggs, eat chocolate, do some Easter bakes in the kitchen, make Easter Sunday a special day for you 🐣

Journal/Sketch/Paint - Painting outside is one of my favourite things to do, and you could even set up your easel/painting supplies in a garden or local field and paint the scenery 💐 Journalling all about your pretty Spring days can be uplifting and I find that sketching illustrations of Flowers, woodland animals and just Nature in general makes me feel so at ease any time I do so 🦢

Visit historical places like castles, botanical gardens and garden centres. These places are always abloom in Spring. Most of these places offer café’s and afternoon tea’s too! 🌸

Visit a cute Café for afternoon tea 🫖 (Make sure to wear a pretty outfit!)

Go frolicking in meadows. Roll down hills and twirl in flower fields 🌼

Feed birds and take time out to Spend time with nature and wildlife 🐰

I hope this helped and gave you some ideas, made you feel happy or comforted whilst reading and most importantly, inspired you to live life to the fullest and most beautiful it can be this Springtime 💐📖🎀 All my love ~ Kellen

[undead-cypress]

More p3r livebloggin/shitpost thoughts. Sorry for the crunchy pictures, literally I'm just too fried to import pics from my PS4.

Because I'm the way that I am, I noticed the paintings hung in the Hierophant/Lovers boss shadow building are real paintings. One on the left is a crop of Liberty Leading the People by Eugene Delacroix, and on the right is Le Cyclops by Odilon Redon. IDK why they picked these paintings because. Why would a painting of the French Revolution be in this kind of hotel but I have some theories?

The hotel they're in is pointed out to have a French title and modeled after French design, for some reason. Les Champs de Fleurs is pointed out in the game meaning a field of flowers. Now -

Liberty Leading the People is a painting about the July revolution that overthrew the French monarchy. The boss event is in July but there's more -

Le Cyclops is about the play(s) about Polyphemus (the cyclops from the Odyssey that Odysseus blinds and tricks) and his love of the sea nymph Galatea, and the drama that ensues. There's many versions of the play but in classic fashion most of them don't end well, with Galatea rejecting him in favor of someone else, and Polyphemus killing them both. This painting in particular is basically Polyphemus creeping on Galatea as she sleeps on a hill of flowers.

I THINK these paintings are meant to represent the reverse hierophant and lovers. Overthrowing of the corrupt hierarchy, and rejection of choice. Also French.

There's one more painting but I have NO IDEA what painting it is

So many paintings have winged babies in them I can't go through them all 😭

Oh yeah linguistics bonus - the boss event takes place on 7/7, aka Tanabata. Some might know it as Japanese Valentine's day. Story goes Orihime and Hikoboshi, lovers separated by duty and the milky way, can meet during this festival as a flock of magpies make them a bridge over the milky way. Milky way, in Japanese is Amanogawa 天の川, literally "river of heaven". An older version is also sometimes used, ginka 銀河, derived from Chinese meaning "silver river". And here is where we get the name of Shirakawa Blvd. 白川...... White River Blvd.

I THINK that's why they named the hotel Champs de Fleurs. The classic Greek mythology of heaven is Elysium, basically a field of flowers in the sky. Kinda as the companion to the river in the sky. Not to mention it's a reference to the famous French street Champs Élysées, literally "Elysian Fields"

Imagine me standing in front of a conspiracy wall covered with red string. That's me all the time with p3

Ok back to shitposting

This is the most emotion I've seen the Mc make all game so far 😂 7 meals back to back will do that to ya. Name I picked was Dank Hour, so I guess it kinda fits. Munchies will do that

Those are her hooves!!

OH MY GOD. HOLY SHIT HANG ON

These puppets are massive

Gameplay thoughts -

- I miss the fatigue mechanic ok. Now there's NOTHING stopping me from spending five hours in Tartarus getting massively over leveled. Also miss it thematically and an excuse to go drink Edogawa's potions for courage boosts

- RIP shuffle time. The new one is good with the variety of cards but man make them fly around again that was fun

- Tartarus looks good. I was skeptical of how they're gonna make a randomly generated dungeon look good on current consoles but. It looks really good and plays well. And I love the added bonus bosses.

- I do miss being able to actually stealth around with different weapons and hunting rare shadows with a bow though. The unstable formations in p3p around half and new moons were also something I wish they incorporated, but maybe it'll come up later? Because the new Tartarus environment would be perfect for some stealth mechanics.

- I don't know if this is because I'm p3 Georg and an outlier that should not be counted but I'm playing on merciless and it's SO EASY???? I'm almost to August and I've ONLY died three times. I'm playing with a 3 people party as a debuff because it's too easy otherwise.

- ailments kinda work different than they used to and I still haven't figured out... What they really do yet. Distress used to guarantee criticals, now I'm not sure what it does???

- the theurgies are broken as hell wtf. This is too much power. I was really hoping they'd bring P2/dds style fusion spells back

General thoughts:

- they still haven't invented weather yet lmao rain was invented in 2011 I see

- Pleasantly surprised by the added cutscenes and hangout events in the dorm. They're actually pretty thoughtful and reflects on the character growth throughout the game instead of just ill humored filler (cough p4 cough). They really nailed it this time.

- Aigis trying to talk to plants and bugs and the meaning of lifeeeee 😭

- the club is simultaneous hilarious and terrifying in the way that they didn't animate the dancers. I get why, but it's so funny. It's just a room of statues with blank faces. At least there's more than five people there

- there's two poster of the Foo Fighters in the station outskirts. Why them specifically? Also if the movies at the theatre have hidden meanings I WILL find them.

- Mitsuru just stands like she's posing for the camera all the time and her idle AND angry animation being a hair flip is so funny. Hello. Flips hair. Come to the command room after dinner we have new mission. Flips hair. I'm going to execute Mr Ekoda for his despicable inaction. Flips hair

- Idk where else to put this but that scene on the roof with the watermelon hits different when you know a watermelon that size in Japan is, depending on the season and economy, at least $50. Junpei really splurged there to cheer up Ken 🥺. That entire scene was great. Why DON'T we watch Akihiko punch the melon open, what an inspired suggestion

- speaking of fruit, if you look at the care package Akihiko got from his parents there are mangoes in there. Mangoes that size and color are like $30 each.

- the dorm. Could be modeled better. Idk if it's the lighting or the textures but... It looks unfinished.

- they kept the little overworld icon that travels between locations to not go over the bridge even though it'd be a shorter route. Nice. There is an instance where it does use the bridge, when you first go to the police station and Junpei is following you around. Also very nice touch. Whichever dev is responsible for this detail I see and appreciate your work 🫡

- was not expecting even the NPCs to be fully voice acted. They're all so charming!

- at the beginning of the game it tells you to put your things away in the closet. Highlighted. But we can't open or interact with the closet in any way??? Why was closet highlighted??? Did the game do that just to call us gay??

- and also where's my silly outfit???? Everyone has gotten butler and maid outfits except the mc. Where's my goofy outfit I want one too.... Where's the clown outfit from the dancing game.... Where's the maid outfit.... Once my pc arrives I'll absolutely be installing the emo mod. Let my besties reveal their true 2009 forms

[kneelingshadowsalome]

You wrote somewhere that marriage would be the next logical step for König and Engel after a while. How would the wedding go? I obviously can't see them having the cliché big celebration with 200 guests and all that fuss (König would go insane and hide for the whole night or take Engel away and leave the guests for themselves). I can see them having it officiated alone without anyone. Engel wearing a beautiful feminin dress that's maby just a bit more formal than her usual ones, just how K would like it. Maby a nice dinner afterwards? But that wouldn't be possible probably, because he would be horny as hell. Having her as a wife now would play so hard into Königs possessiveness. She is now even legally HIS. And that must be celebrated, right? ;)

And when she is finally bound by an official marriage certificate to him I imagine that for König this would imply, that he has some kind of legal justification for his controlling behaviour. His signature on this official paper obligates him to protect her and care for her. And with the same commitment he is killing people doing his job on the field, he is caring for his wife. And if that means watching her every step and limit her freedom for her own good, so be it. König is no man to do things by halves.

Awww. ❤️🥲❤️

König would do anything for his Engel, but yes, a big reception would be a little too much.

If you really really really beg him for a small one then he might give in to your wishes. But it would be short. No crazy partying. Some good food, a speech from your father, a wedding dance: ceremonial and beautiful and a bit too serious. You would get to decide and pick all the decorations. In that department, he would give you everything you want. Lots of flowers? He couldn’t agree more. And the dress.

He wants you in a pure, white dress, yes. No matter what it symbolizes, no matter if you two are already living together, sleeping together and having sex every other day, you will be pure like an angel on your wedding day. And GOD the legal justification to his possesiveness? Just yes, yes, yes. König's chest swells just from thinking about the moment when you two sign the legal papers, the moment you're pronounced husband and wife. And don't even try to have an adult discussion about whether you're taking his last name or keeping yours. No no no. You are officially Mrs. [König] now.

He waits for the paperwork and your wedding night like a man starving. Thinks the deal is only sealed after he has undressed you from that innocent, white dress and had you on your wedding bed (decorated with flowers too) in a classic missionary. Watching you with hungry admiration and broken love in his eyes, he takes your hands and raises them above your head, thinking it’s romantic to thrust into you like this. He’s exceptionally gentle, too. Doesn’t get it at all that it’s just his possessive behavior oozing out again as he makes you legally yours by holding you in place for him to take.

Calls you his, calls you his wife, asks if it feels good to have your husband inside you. The more helpless you look, the more you nod with humble dedication in your eyes, the closer to the edge he gets. You look so sweet, and you can’t run away anymore. You will never leave him. You’re his now.

He can’t believe he gets to tell everyone who asks (and even if they don’t) that he has a wife. The most beautiful, angelic being on this earth is his fucking wife. It’s like he’s saved, that he has been granted access to heaven after all.

Afterwards, you’re being held like a prisoner while he tells you he will keep you safe, and that you don’t have to worry about anything ever again. He will always protect you. He will take care of you like a good husband should. You could never have found a more dedicated man. He may be a little flawed… but at least he will take care of you, better than anyone else ever could.

[warlocks-and-phoenixes]

Shad & the Shadow Lord // The Gods & the Beginning

Post-War of the Magi,

the Divine Warriors have pretty much broken up. Menphia has gone back to Corsa, Kulzak & Enki have gone…somewhere, Esmound remains with Irene on their island as basically the head guard of the city, her personal knight, the headmaster of Ru’aun’s greatest guard academy, and they're both the de facto co-lords. The world is still reeling from the War.

Irene, at least from an outside view, permanently sacrificed her “humanity” (re: her emotions) as the cost for the spell that they used to banish the Shadow Lord. She spends the next decades detached, never fully present; to her friends it’s heartbreaking, to the outside world it solidifies their image of her as a deity. Inside, she is grieving.

Decades pass. Menphia dies. Enki and Kulzak die. Esmound dies.

And Irene is left there. She hasn’t aged a day since her thirtieth birthday. Hyria is there, but…but Hyria is becoming detached in her own way. They planted a forest once. None of it was enough.

Irene has had a lot of time to think. She thinks back to the times she fought Shad one-on-one. He didn’t look at her like he had for decades prior. He didn’t fight like himself. He didn’t talk like himself. He’d never ever do any of the things their enemy did.

Irene starts meditating in a cave far above the city. Her whole life, she’s had this recurring dream. A dream where she is a child sitting in a field, idly playing with the grass and flowers. Beside her sits a figure, a much larger figure. She’s never been sure if it’s because the figure is an actual giant or if it’s because she is much smaller. The figure was covered in a billowing shroud of solid white.

There was a quiet, whispered moment one night, when Irene had gotten so used to sleeping on the ground while traveling that she couldn’t sleep in the cushioned beds in O’Khasis. Shad had heard her tossing, and he’d brought his own blankets and pillows into her room, laid them out on the hard floor and offered her the place beside him—just like the way they slept on the road.

That was when she’d told him about the dream. That was when he admitted to having a similar one; except instead of grass it was sand, and the figure was cloaked in black instead of white. He admitted to her, in a voice she could barely hear even inches away, that as a child he’d pretended to himself that the figure was the father he couldn’t remember.

Irene had spent many days and nights in Enki’s study and the library he’d co-founded for the city. She found what she thought felt a little like joy when she pored over all the things he’d left behind when he and his husband set out to the world. He’d had some books on the classical gods and their favor to the Torvan people, granting many of them blessings or choosing champions, but from the state of the pages it seemed he never read much of them.

Enki had spent so many years driving himself in circles trying to understand why they were…them. Irene was pretty sure she’d made the castle guards’ hearts jump when she’d laughed—no, cackled when she figured it out. He’d had these books sitting just a few shelves away from his desk. He’d have figured it out far sooner than her if he’d only known where to try.

“I know you’re there.” She whispered to the wind and candlesmoke one day. She’d been meditating for months, but now she was confident enough to try.

The wind remained silent the first minute. Then the next. Irene said it again. Then she remembered something the books had said, and she invoked the being’s name the third time.

Irene felt her heart flutter. The candles brightened. The small dregs of life growing in the cave perked up and grew, just a small bit.

The white-veiled Goddess of Life loomed behind her.

Medica called her child. Irene asked if what she theorized was true. Medica said it was, with a few corrections which she didn’t give. Irene asked if she would ever join her friends in…the beyond. Medica said no, that was not how this worked. Irene asked if that had really been Shad.

The candles blew out. The cave dropped at least twenty degrees. The life inside shied away, and Irene shivered.

“No. It was not.” The black-shrouded God of Death answered.

Irene asked if Her Shad was still out there somewhere. The Gods said…maybe. Their vision of him had been…blurred, ever since the abomination took hold of him.

Irene asked if it was possible to find him. The Gods said maybe.

Irene asked if they could make a deal. The Gods said yes, but on conditions.

This world was going to need its warriors again. And if Irene did this, then she couldn’t come back.

They told her that they could give her until then. Until the world called her back.

The staff Irene gave to her last friend was the staff that Medica had carried. To plant this staff in the ground would be to call Irene back to it. But…to pull a soul back to the mortal world without warning, to drag it back from the Between, it had consequences. Irene likely would loose herself in the return. This was something she was willing to give up. Her soul would also be split, as with the rest of those caught in the cycle of reincarnation. Her other half would await her next self in a safe place worthy of its power over the world. This, she also understood.

She gave the staff to Hyria and told her to place it in the ground when the world needed her again.

She left the amulet Shad had given her on the pedestal of the meeting hall in the center of the Warriors’ Keep. A place that would later be mistaken as a cathedral. Then, she followed Medica and Obitus to what which lay beyond.

The Astral Sea was the first place to search. This was the realm of the Wyverns; her friends for much time now. It was the place all souls went after death and before the Aether. It was the transitional place, and if Shad had died then his soul could possibly have been lost here.

It wasn’t.

They did not bother with the Aether; Obitus knew every spirit who passed through his Gates.

There were many places in what her and Shad’s patrons called The Between. Folds between the layers, walls between the spaces. The muddled middle between the physical and the spiritual. Irene was willing to scour every part of it if it meant she could find the last thing she had left. Obitus said that, if nothing had happened, Shad was supposed to be immortal too. She’d wondered that; while her other friends aged with the decades, he hadn’t, just like her. If nothing had happened, they could’ve mourned their golden age together. They could’ve laid their friends to rest, together. They could’ve guided the world, together. They could’ve waited for the next reincarnations that Medica spoke so vaguely of, together.

Time held no bearing in the Between. An eternity felt like an instant. Medica and Obitus protected her and gave her the will to transcend the planes. Her resolve never faltered; she’d search each and every one, she would find out what really happened to him and she would—

She felt her feet land on a shore. She looked down, and saw her bare feet up to her ankles in reflective water. She looked up, and the sky was pitch black. In front of her was an island. The grass was dead, and a broken, withered tree rose up in the center. In the strange darkness, she practically glowed in her white robes and aura of Medica’s protection.

Sitting among the roots, with a black cloak hugged around him and his back against the tree trunk, was the face Irene prayed to find every time she found a new place to search.

That was the first time in decades, and then however long she’d spent in this place, that she felt something in her chest. Something with weight. Her eyes blurred with water but he didn’t go away. He stared at her with disbelief in his own eyes.

Nothing was ever said. But after a moment of staring, they both ran towards each other.

Irene made it three steps out of the water, and half-way to Shad, before she felt the gravity of a thousand suns pulled her back. In an instant she was being pulled away. Light engulfed her. She felt her body slam down against a forest floor. The breath was knocked out of her lungs. The last word she uttered was a desperate cry of his name; the last thing she heard was his voice calling for her with the same hopeful despair.

All she could see was light. A striking pain shot through her mind, and she felt herself fade from consciousness. “It is time.” She swore she heard Medica’s voice before she let the light take her.

When the woman opens her eyes, she’d see a forest and the sky of dawn. An hour after, a man in guard armor would ask for her name. She’d panic, and then for a reason she couldn’t remember, she would answer with Aphmau.

TLDR: i made thought of a way better reason in my rewriteverse for Irene’s disappearance and reemergence as Aphmau.

Medica, Obitus, and the rest of the pantheon beautifully handcrafted by @pumpkinprincess22. Rose I seriously wasn’t lying when I said this stuff solved every problem and filled every empty I space I had

Special thanks to @aph-cronch and @kurithedweeb for their enthusiasm <3 <3 @cinnamontoastcroonch I’m tagging you too just cause you fuel me so well

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

(so happy your bringing back the birthday takeover interactions for Rollo/Roro/Rolo/Lolo (i give up) i just want to remind you that I love you Miss Raven🫂)

HAPPY BIRTHDAYYYYY TO OUR DEAREST PRESIDENT!!! Ehem, excuse my volume, just doing my best to keep the joyous atmosphere.

I hope the decorations are all to your liking, the others and I have done our outmost to keep the room neatly decorated😌 Though... I couldn't stop those Night Raven College students, it was his idea not mine.

*points at NBC Vice President*

As for my gift to you~ Here~

*presents a tiny music box, when turned plays the instrumental to 'Everyone Go Yahoo!' by Neige and the Dwarfs from VDC*

And once again, Happy Birthday to you!

The wording on this interaction is a little confusing; I'm not sure if it comes from a general NBC mob, the student council aide, or another NRC student??? For ease of writing, I'm write from the perspective of a NBC mob. (Fun fact, the Snow White music box image I used for this post is a rare item that sells for several hundreds of dollars 🤑)

Rollo produced his handkerchief and coughed stiffly into it. “I understand what you are trying to communicate. There is no need to raise your voice. As for the decorations…”

He gave the looks a cursory glance—to give the impression of evaluating it.

There had been painstaking care in the color coordination of the balloons, streamers, and banners: Noble Bell College’s violet, maroon, and black, spackled with golden glitter. Confetti had made its home on the rug and crevices of the floor, and his desk and coffee table hosted platters of cake, bread, cheeses, and grapes. A large bell-shaped piñata hung overhead, waiting to be batted around. And flowers—flowers everywhere.

“… It is beyond my expectations,” he said carefully. Yes, it is beyond my expectations because I never expected this interruption to begin with!! “I must thank you and the others for organizing this celebration. I am humbled to have received such thoughtful attention.”

You flushed with pride at his praise, not recognizing it for the tailored politeness that it was: an act. Your president had always been cool, reserved, and controlled with his emotions.

His face subtly shifted when you presented him with your gift. A slight widening of the eyes, a tick in his jaw. This, you knew, was his “surprised”.

The music box was a marvel. Shaped like a sturdy coffin, it was painted in the earth browns of tree bark, the blues of halcyon skies, and the greens of open grassy fields. Detailed animals eagerly climbed up its sides, while a parade of seven dwarves adorned the lid. The craftsmanship—as much as Rollo loathed to admit it—was impressive.

When you turned the crank to demonstrate its song, the box sprang open, revealing a tiny prince and princess set spinning in an eternal dance. A familiar tune flitted out, at once nostalgic and cheery to the ear. Rollo recognized it immediately.

“This is that popular children’s song.”

“Yeah! It’s going though a huge resurgence in popularity right now. Have you heard the cover Neige and his friends performed of it? It’s sooo cute!!” you gushed.

“Cover?” Rollo’s brow creased. “I apologize. I’m not aware of what you’re referring to, this… Neige-kun character.”

You did a double take. “Wait, seriously? He’s, like, THE biggest celebrity right now! All the outlets call him ‘the fairest one of all’.”

“I’ve never heard of him.”

Your jaw dropped.

Rollo-senpai is such a workaholic that he doesn’t even know Neige at all?! What dedication…! I only wish I could work half as hard as he does!!

Your admiration for him kindled anew.

“Oh gosh… You’re missing out then, Prez! You need to give it a listen when you can. It’ll get the song stuck in your head all over again!”

“I find that I am not a fan of modern renditions of the classics.” Rollo offered a strained smile. “Perhaps I can give it a chance when I can find the time in my busy schedule.”

He doubted it.

[dailybotany]

Dulichium arundinaceum (Three-way Sedge)

This species is a classic occupant of minerotrophic and relatively high pH wetlands in my region and is my favorite sedge! It generally grows in shallow standing water or on the edges of deeper channels — it definitely likes its feet wet!

The first two pictures are of an individual in fruit, while the last is in flower, believe it or not! (All of the little white floofs are the stamens—pollen bearing parts—of the sedge flowers.)

Non-reproductive individuals are still easily identifiable (rare for sedges!) by the pronounced 3-ranked arrangement of leaves all the way up the main axis, as seen in the second image.

Personal aside: It makes me so happy to see this sedge in the field ^_^ It's simply a gorgeous plant. I will be honest, though, it helps that it is so easy to ID. The scientific name has a wonderful rhythm to it, too, so it's fun to call out during surveys! I get an extra bounce of satisfaction with it, too, since it took me a full calendar year to remember its name for whatever reason.

[ultzwoozi]

" god.. you're perfect.. "

currently playing: perfect by ed sheeran pairings: seungkwan x gn!reader genre: fluff ; oneshot warning(s): none! js some soft moments w kwan <3 word count: 0.9k authors note: hello! this is my first time posting and writing something, i hope you can bare w me! ill get better overtime, promise <3 i write based off songs!

summary: its your 4 year anniversary with seungkwan, and he planned something sweet for you.

“ … I found a love, for me Darling, just dive right in and follow my lead Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me “

seungkwan stood by the door, waiting for you to come down from getting ready. he kept fidgeting with the sleeves of his white button up. it was your 4 year anniversary and seungkwan planned out a anniversary date for you. he wanted everything to be perfect, being with you for already 4 years. he had everything planned for a while, he perfected it over time. impatient, he called out for you once more, a faint ‘im coming’ could be heard from the steps.

walking down, you looked at him. his eyes lit up when he saw you, your outfit, your shoes, your everything. the way your hair was nicely put, the way your clothes gently clung into your body, the way your smile was soft and sweet, everything about you. he starred at you in awe, thinking about how lucky he is to have a partner as beautiful as you. with the softest smile creeping up on his face, he mumbled something to himself and softly lifted your hand to kiss it.

“you look beautiful..” he pulled you softly into his embrace. you took a deep breath and smelled the musky scent of his cologne, a scent you love and could never get rid of. your head resting by the crook of his neck. “thank you kwan.. you look handsome yourself..”

slowly parting yourself away from his body, you look at your boyfriend. the man you’ve loved for years. his eyes are full with the purest form of love and admiration for you. he’s so in love with you, and you are just as much for him. after a couple peaceful moments of silence, he gently grabs your hand and starts to lead you outside to your car.

“ … 'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love Not knowing what it was I will not give you up this time But darling, just kiss me slow Your heart is all I own And in your eyes, you're holding mine “

the car ride was peaceful silent. all that could run through your head was when you first met, to how you ended up here. your love story seemed so unreal, something you’d see the movies. the classic cliché story of a person admiring one from a far. you’ll never forget the day you set your eyes on him. you knew there was something about the man you sat besides now, that you needed in your life. you watch as he pulls up to a field, something shining brightly in distance. he gently rested his hand on yours. “you ready?” he asked, a nod coming from you as a agreement.

walking through the small field, his hand in yours, talking about things you did as kids, you arrive at the brightly shined thing in the background. a big oak tree stood with fairy lights clung around it. a blanket set out above it, set with your favorite flowers, snacks, food, drinks, you name it. he thought of it all. as you focused on everything, all the time and effort he put into this, seungkwan was preparing for something else. you turn back to look at him, but he’s not there. looking down, you see him on one knee.

“kwan..” your hand goes to cover your mouth. you feel the world stop, as if it was only the two of you. the smile he displayed was brighter and softer than ever. you feel your eyes start to sting as he pulls out a tiny black box. “y/n..” he began, choking back tears of his own. “god.. i am so in love with you.. ill never forget seeing you staring at me back in class..” he giggled thinking of you staring at him back in school, enchanted by him.

“i love waking up to you in the mornings.. i love your smile.. i love how you make me feel so confident and loving about myself when im down.. i love you. and i cant, i physically cant, see myself with anyone else.. so before you slip away, would you let me make you mine and..” he opened up the small black box. a diamond ring on display. it shined brightly in the soft light of the fairy lights. you felt hot tears gently roll down your cheeks. a smile appearing behind your hand. “marry me?”

“ … Baby, I'm dancing in the dark With you between my arms Barefoot on the grass Listening to our favourite song When you said you looked a mess I whispered underneath my breath But you heard it Darling, you look perfect tonight “

“..yes, of course seungkwan..” you lower your hand down to him. his smile got wider as he slipped the ring onto your finger. he got up and wiped the tears off your face. soft giggles coming from the both of you, as he slowly pulled you in and kissed you softly. your kisses were perfect, as if your lips were meant for each other. they locked together.

the rest of the night was spent doing everything and anything. dancing, singing, cuddling, everything. you both never wanted this night to end. but when you started to get tired, he noticed immediately. he held you in his arms until you drifted off into a soft slumber. he gave you a kiss on your forehead, and repeated his mumble from earlier that evening. “god.. you’re perfect.”

[dragon-communion]

Concept for Trina vs Miquella:

Let's say Trina manages to upend Miquella's ambitions and halt the plan at "necromance yourself a husband". If Trina and Miquella became god and consort in the same way Marika and Radagon became god and consort, it would be "incomplete" and probably cursed. Nevertheless, one potential way to stop Miquella from becoming the god is for Trina to do it instead.

I think she has absolutely no interest in becoming a god and would rather they both were dead than either attain godhood, but if her compassion for Miquella outstripped her morals and self preservation... hm.

I think I need to break down what exactly a white queen and a red king are.

Ranni, Marika, and Miquella are very color-coded as the white queen.

Malenia could honestly go either way- in some ways, Malenia is the red to Miquella's white. Maybe that's what made them "cursed". Hard to say.

Godfrey, Radagon, Mohg, and Radahn are extremely red. There are a few more red lads, but these are the confirmed options. I think the Tarnished qualifies as red the same way Godfrey does- we're drenched in blood, at least metaphorically.

White Queen: mercury, albedo, earth/water, moon, passive, fixed.

Red King: sulfur, rubedo, fire/air, sun, active, volatile.

So we've essentially got the damsel in the tower and the warlord in the field. Part of why Marika and Radagon fail as a rebis, I think, is that Marika is too active and dominant- according to the classical ideal, the white queen has to submit. While she technically does with us (we get to marry her corpse), I think those are extenuating circumstances prefaced by literally the entirety of Elden Ring's central plot.

It's also kind of interesting that the two main queens in the story represent earth (Marika) and water (Rennala), respectively. Technically, Radagon's more aligned with fire and Godfrey is more aligned with air. Very interesting.

On the topic of Miquella and Trina, if I break them down elementally, they're both technically earth. Miquella is the feminine to Malenia's masculine, and it's very obvious, even though Malenia also has flower imagery. Androgyny is kind of the axis they both spin on. Regardless, both Miquella and Trina are represented by water lilies. Miquella is a smith though, skilled with making weapons and needles as well as the manipulation of light. If it was just enchanting weapons or something I'd say he's only got air to his name, but he created Malenia's prosthesis and Cleanrot armor somehow.

There is more involved in fire and air, in an abstract sense, but I'm trying to make my life easy and not accidentally jam a square peg into a round hole with liberally applied pressure. Miquella's famous intelligence is honestly enough to pin air on him, and the creativity works for fire.

Trina, by contrast, actually doesn't seem that creative? She reacts to things, or manipulates situations that already exist. Sleep is arguably the height of passivity, and it's compared to a quagmire in-game. Stagnant.

While Trina's torch is one of the only sleep weapons in the game, and therefore theoretically significant to her purpose and presentation, I'd argue it's actually an outlier? Considering the description says the imagery on it is rare and disturbing. If anything, it looks like a combination of Trina and the Fell God. Perhaps not impossible, considering Miquella's proximity to the giants' forge. Where did he learn smithing, anyway?

Even though her clerics carried straightswords, I think the natural vector for Trina's poison is projectiles. It's hardly easy work, but it's easy to fire arrows without moving and they're arguably the most effective way to inflict sleep other than throwing pots. Arrows and swords are air, and a torch is blatantly fire, but it's hard to say whether or not her gift was ever intended to be a weapon in the first place. I actually think the original intended way for the average citizen to experience her, other than just natural sleep, might've been dreambrew. And then people got creative.

I maintain that whoever thought to put fantasy opiates on arrows is insane. But hey, the first rockets were bags of gunpowder tied to arrows, so. Who knows.

I got wildly distracted there–

Anyway, white queen and red king. Trina literally personifies the state of being passive and Miquella's extreme ambition could easily qualify him for red king status, regardless of actual coloration. So what would that look like? What kind of world would they create?

St. Trina is a saint that technically functions within the Golden Order; though my personal interpretation of her is either as a folk saint unsupported by the eternal crown, or a saint beholden to specifically Miquella as godhead, even before he actually went for it. Of the few other mentions of saints, Rosus is a good example of a saint I can see working within the bounds of what Marika wanted, encouraging Erdtree burial. Trina might work well with the whole panem et circenses thing, theoretically, but her largest followings seem to be Albinaurics and Cleanrot knights, and her most sacred places seem to be the Albinauric Village and the Apostate Derelict, which is kind of damning.

Whipping out a couple of definitions here: an apostate is someone who renounces a religious belief or principle, according to the New Oxford dictionary. Another word for an apostate is a dissenter. Whoever the apostate(s) might be, Apostate Derelict is a ruin named after giving a big old "fuck you" to some sort of religious organization. It's the best place to farm Trina's lilies in the whole game, and there's a very significant albinauric woman there who theoretically has the power to birth other albinaurics, if I'm understanding the questline right. Which would completely free them from any need for the Erdtree at all, not that the Erdtree was of any use to them in the first place.

I don't think Trina much cares what religion she's attached to, but it's telling that at the very least the albinaurics seem to follow her with such intensity.

I think an age of lullabies would ultimately be a "bad end", the same way Marika's age of unending life was a bad idea. Trina promises relief from pain. Perhaps even a life entirely free of pain or care, where in an extreme circumstance a body could theoretically become irrelevant as people devote more and more time to dreaming and dreaming-adjacent skills like communicating with spirits or walking strange roads between worlds. She would have to be able to cooperate with Miquella to find a way to balance out the cons of eternal slumber, and barring putting the whole world on life support I'm not sure what he could do.

...actually, uh. I think Miquella is capable of putting the whole world on life support. Considering his divine aspect is endless abundance, and more concerningly he can put people in cocoons.

Well! I think I have at least part of my answer as to what Trina becoming a full god would look like, and it's an utter nightmare. I like it. Feel free to chime in, tell me what you think.

[princesssarisa]

I wonder… What are the meaning names of the 12 dancing princesses?

Well, they have different names in different adaptations.

Let's look at the Faerie Tale Theatre version, The Dancing Princesses, where there are only six princesses, and where their names all end in "etta," which means "little":

Jeanetta: "God is gracious."

Coretta: "Maiden" or "heart."

Dinetta: "Judged" or "religion."

Musetta: "Muse" or "bagpipe."

Wanetta: An Anglicized form of "Juanita," which means "God is gracious."

Loretta: "Laurel."

Then there's the Grimm's Fairy Tale Classics anime adaptation, The Worn-Out Dancing Shoes, where there are only three princesses:

Genevieve: "Of the race of woman," "woman of the house," or "white wave."

Julia: "Youthful."

Louise: "Famous in battle."

Now let's look at the Barbie version, where there are twelve princesses, named alphabetically:

Ashlyn: Either an Anglicized form of "Aisling," meaning "dream" or "vision," or a form of "Ashley," meaning "ash tree clearing."

Blair: "Field."

Courtney: "Short nose."

Delia: "Of Delos" or "noble."

Edeline: "Noble."

Fallon: "Leader."

Genevieve: "Of the race of woman," "woman of the house," or "white wave."

Hadley: "Heather field."

Isla: "Island."

Janessa: "God is gracious."

Kathleen: "Far off" or "pure."

Lacey: "Of Lassy" (a town in Normandy) or "resembling or trimmed with lace."

Then there's Jessica Day George's novel Princess of the Midnight Ball, which I haven't read yet but which I'd like to because I have read and loved some of George's other books. In that retelling, the princesses are all named after flowers: Rose, Lily, Jonquil, Hyacinth, Violet, Daisy, Poppy, Iris, Lilac, Orchid, Pansy, and Petunia.