#flor <3< /div> Explore tagged Tumblr posts

[lunarubra]

Hello! I invented the ultimate time machine! But it has some problems, it can go back in time as far as you want, or to the future.

BUT! if you try to go between 1880-1939 it won't allow you. Same if you want to travel to recent eras, 1995-2023.

Call your favourite character, oc/ship and travel with them across the time (except the aforementioned years.) Let me know where you landed!

You can create a moodboard or only tell me, where you are ❤️.

Just press the button.

@justrainandcoffee Flor, this was such a fun exercise, even though I might have gotten a bit carried away! I’m a huge history geek and have countless time periods I’d love to explore or send my characters to experience.

Hypatia!Jiyan AU

First on my list would be the Byzantine era, when the power center of the Western world was the Byzantine Roman Empire. I’m sure Jiyan would have thrived in this setting, especially in Alexandria, where academic and scholarly pursuits were widely accessible to women. I imagine her working at the Library of Alexandria, surrounded by the greatest minds and texts of the ancient world. For anyone interested in this period, I highly recommend the movie Agora (2009). It tells the story of Hypatia—a philosopher, mathematician, and atheist whose life was tragically cut short by religious extremists (Christians) when they destroyed the last vestiges of pagan knowledge. Her dedication to learning, even under constant threat, reminds me of Jiyan’s character in many ways.

I’d also love to set something in Renaissance Italy. Italy’s major cities became beacons of culture, and Venice was a vibrant hub for artists, scholars, and traveling theatre troupes. I can easily picture a young Jiyan, a Venetian professor deeply invested in the arts.

I have many more ideas but I should stop here for now... xD

[red-riding-wood]

Sending you something nice to eclipse that ask.

♥️.

Flor, I saw this the other day but forgot to respond to it. THANK YOU I LOVE HIM.

Fuck that ask lmao.

[duckydrawsart]

i can't describe what you are to me, to anyone does it make sense if i say, same color as the sun

[somos-deseos]

Relato corto “Cuando te perdí”

Éramos tan diferentes. Sus horizontes apuntaban hacia el sur, los míos se perdían hacia el norte. Su chicle favorito era el de sabor a sandía, el mío es el de canela. El odiaba la canela.

Siempre parecía tan feliz y emocionado y yo estaba recogiendo migajas de serotonina en las aceras del centro, pero no es irónico que tengamos mucho en común, aunque de diferentes maneras, compartíamos la misma ansiedad, sensibilidades y diagnósticos. Nosotros teníamos el corazón endurecido y también hemos endurecido a muchos otros.

Hablamos de estas cosas como si la mesa del bar fuera nuestro sofá. Después de tanto trauma, había catástrofe y ternura en tu forma de mirarme, te devolví una sonrisa tímida y apocalíptica.

Cómo te deseaba y cómo te sentía en mis pensamientos más íntimos e irrazonables. Y cómo sufrí con tu partida, incluso antes de que llegaras.

Qué sensación más desagradable ha sido recoger los fragmentos de mi corazon esparcidos por el suelo.

— Corazón Anónimo 🍒

[florrrfauna]

Feeling very normal and well-adjusted about Pikmin 3 and these guys

[lunarubra]

Is she the ruler of fire, or does fire just follow her wherever she goes? xD Either way, everyone else better beware!

[bitchfendi]

flor

[lunarubra]

Ari!! These last two days I sent asks to my moots asking them about their ocs and Christmas.

I'm not entirely sure if Jiyan celebrates Christmas (probably not, but she's Italian, so I don't know) if she does, how does she celebrate? But if not, what she and Cillian do during holidays? Apart from being adorable together ❤️. Any special meal? Is he fan of Christmas?

Whatever you want to tell us, I'm here to read it 😌❤️.

@justrainandcoffee Hey Flor <3 Sorry it took me a couple of days to reply! :)

Apologies in advance because this was supposed to be a short reply, but every day I added something new, and now it’s a whole monster.

So, Jiyan is both Italian and Kurdish. She grew up embracing both cultures and celebrating all their traditions. As a kid, she loved having more celebrations than her Italian peers—it made her feel special in a world that often looked down on her for being Muslim.

Her father’s family wasn’t religiously tied to Christianity or the Church, but they still loved celebrating Christmas. For them, it was more about reuniting the family, especially after Jiyan’s parents split up. To Jiyan, Christmas wasn’t just about the holiday itself; it was a rare chance to have her mom and dad in the same room.

It was always a simple, cozy affair—a typical family lunch, as we do in Italy, with way too much food. There’d be both Kurdish and Italian dishes, and it was a day filled with warmth and quality time.

As she got older and started university, Christmas began to lose some of its importance. Neither Samiah nor Kareem celebrated it, so there were years when it was just a convenient time to catch up on schoolwork. Sometimes, the three of them would use the break to travel around Europe or take trips, so Christmas became less of a tradition and more of a pause from everything.

After Samiah’s death, though, everything changed. The holidays became a dark, heavy time. Everyone knows how the holiday season sees a spike in suicides, and for Jiyan, Christmas turned into a painful reminder of losing her best friend. What was once a quiet moment of rest became an emotionally charged time of year.

This year, with Cillian, things will start to shift. I don’t want to spoil too much because I’ve already got a plan for the story, but this will be the first time Jiyan begins to reclaim some peace with Christmas. She won’t look forward to it, not yet, but she’ll start to find some joy again.

For Cillian, Christmas has always been a rare time where he could step back from work and just be himself. Now, he loves that he can share it with Jiyan. He’s sensitive to how triggering it can be for her, so while they’ll spend Christmas Day with his family, he’ll also plan a trip somewhere warm to help her get through the harsh Irish winter.

I won’t say more because I don’t want to give away what I’m working on for Christmas. Let’s just say it’ll be a journey for both of them, and I can’t wait to share it with you!

[jooillusion]

Flor I need me some good soup (Junhan smut) 😮‍💨😮‍💨

i’ll *attempt* to feed you some good soup c:

first things first this fucking look

like come on i just wanna ruin him fr he’s just too cute to me </3 pls hear me out on this love

it was three am you found hyeongjun after the party you both were at that was shut down by the police, the boy obviously separated from his friends as he wandered the streets. you’d seen him in your lecture, even offering him small talk but nothing ever went too an extent to call you friends. he was just an associate. you two had no choice but to walk down the downtown area back to the dorms together, feeling as if you were walking in circles due to how long you and hyeongjun have been walking together.

however with hyeongjun it felt like a mere few minutes. he opens up to you like a book and spills everything to you while you just take it all in. he would’ve rather spent his saturday in his quiet dorm room reading a book or watching a romance movie, but his friends wanted him to go out and meet more people.

“i was actually dared by my friends to get “laid” tonight,” he tells you. your taken aback by his straightforwardness, but quickly recovers when he says, “whatever that means.”

“do you want me to show you?” he nods his head hesitantly, not knowing where the next half hour would lead, you grabbing his wrist and leading him to a place you know nobody would find you two.

“you can handle it, right junnie?” you whisper in hyeongjun’s ear. he breathes hot and heavy into the air, his head thrown back into the brick wall of the dark alleyway.

he’s heavy in your hands and he’s been on edge for the past five minutes, wanting nothing more than the relief of releasing, to which your mocking laugh rings through his ears. his hushed pleas carry easily in the nook for the narrow alleyway, an open window a few inches away would definitely hear and be aware of what’s going on.

he’d lock his current state in his mind and take it to his grave. if anybody found out about him whimpering under a hand that isn’t his in an alleyway, he wouldn’t hear the end of it from his friends.

you, on the other hand, wouldn’t rather be doing anything else right now. hyeongjun was perfect to you. the way his fingers curl up on the brick wall behind him. the way his hair fell out of his face. the way his skin illuminated in the moonlight mixed with the dim streetlight only meters away. the way he tries to keep quiet with every movement of your palm squeezing and stroking him. your wrist burns as a cramp slithers its way up your arm but you don’t care, you need to see hyeongjun unravel under you.

“can…can you kiss me? please?” his red lips manage to utter out, swollen from being bitten. you lean up to slot your lips between his, his hand immediately removing itself from the wall to bunch up your hair, pulling your head closer. your hand stops for a second, feeling him full on thrust into your fist, in which you tighten for his pleasure. he cries out in your mouth, his frustrating high fading away.

you pull away, hyeongjun’s glasses now crooked against his face. you giggle quietly, to which his hips stop.

“i’m sorry i’ve just never-”

“you’re fine junnie.” your free hand comes up to fix his glasses. his lips curl up into a small smile.

his cock throbs in your hand, craving for even more stimulation. you crouch down, knees hitting the dry concrete of the ground, hyeongjun’s dazed eyes watching your mouth just mere centimeters away from his cock. the tip of your tongue catches the slit and leaves kitten licks that blank hyeongjun’s mind almost instantly, his nimble fingers throwing themselves in the air, hesitant before testing out a small tug on your hair.

your chuckle leaves him unsure whether or not he’s doing something right, but he doesn’t second guess himself any longer when your mouth closes around his cock. he can’t bring himself to look down or he knows he’d cum on the spot, the sounds of you slurping vibrate through his ears tempting. it punches out a deep groan from hyeongjun, his grip in your hair tightening. the corners of your mouth stretch the more you take in, spit escaping easily from your lips and dripping onto the dark concrete of the ground, hyeongjun’s cook twitching once again in your mouth. you pull away, stroking the base of his cock with ease thanks to the spit used as lube.

“look at me.” you say just above whisper. he shakes his head, leaning it back, his adams apple bobbing up and down as he swallows thickly. “i won’t let you cum if you don’t, hyeongjun.”

his toes curl under his sneakers when your nose suddenly touches his pelvis. he’s close and he can’t even spit out a warning, his hips shallowly thrusting into your mouth and his hand attempting to hold your head still. he cries out, unconcerned of anyone in the windows above who know what’s going on at this point. he’s brought back to reality when your hands hold his thighs to keep yourself balanced and it catches his attention, hyeongjun looking down at you on instinct.

all it took was seeing his cock in your mouth and your now ruined makeup for hyeongjun to cum down your throat, easily swallowing the spurts of his cum. his hand lets go of your hair and you’re the first to pull away, hyeongjun slumping against the brick wall once you let go fully.

“think you can give me more, junnie?” your voice comes out hoarse and it makes hyeongjun’s ears burn red. he’s out of breath, and he’s trying to regain his senses so he can fully register your question, but he just answers with a nod.

your hand that guides his bigger hand underneath your skirt is what finally brings him back to reality.

hi

i rlly dk if i like the way i wrote this but i hope you enjoy it love 🫶

[beebrainn]

took a break from my ticcijeff posting to celebrate pygfol!! :D flor my sweet sinister babydoll,,

hes giving knife cat energy

[dailydccomics]

this misogynistic propaganda ewwww I am sorry Yara, yes this is America Amazons Attack #4

[momorikoz]

I promise... I will be back for you. 

YARA FLOR - WONDER WOMAN

[lunarubra]

Ok I am on a break from my GoT books and I have question, that most probably are stupid...

First of all young Alfie is the sweetest thing ever.

I am already worried about the triangle, is James a nice one or an asshole? I am sorry, I should have followed more your OCs but I am a bit lost...

I love the moodboards, though. They are so pretty and the way you balance the colour with each character is alway amazing <3

"You have a daughter," Lord Stark said to Lord Tyrell "I have a son..."

Masterlist

House: Tyrell.

Location: Highgarden, the Reach. Westeros.

Sigil and heraldry: A golden rose on a green field. “Growing strong”

Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Year of birth: 88 AC (After Aegon's conquest)

Inside Highgarden's walls, there's the most valuable flower the Tyrells have.

Firstborn from the union between the head of the House, Samuel Tyrell, and Mary Serry, from the Shield Islands also in the Reach. Eldest sister of Samuel Tyrell II and Louis Tyrell I.

Rose Tyrell was educated to be one day the wife of a powerful lord as her father is. And as such, she accepted her fate, because after all it was her duty and her destiny was sealed when Lord Stark and her father decided to join both houses when their respective children were old enough to get married.

But no one told the rose from Highgarden, that at the age of 12 was going to meet the heir of Storm's end: Alfred Baratheon. And let alone, no one told her that he was going to fell in love with him few years later.

House: Stark.

Location: Winterfell, the North. Westeros.

Sigil and heraldry: a gray wolf. “Winter is coming”

Religion: Faith of the Seven.

Year of birth: 88 AC.

James Stark is the second son of the tyrant Jared Stark I, reigning the North. His older brother, Jared II was sent to the Wall for dishonouring the family.

The duties that should be done by his brother now are in his shoulder. The arrange marriage that it should have been between Jared II and Lady Tyrell now it belong to him.

And without options, he's going to be the man that will join the North with the Reach.

If everything goes well...

House: Baratheon.

Location: Storm's end, Stormlands. Westeros.

Sigil and heraldry: A stag standing on two legs. “Ours the fury”

Religion: Faith of the seven

Year of birth: 88 AC.

Alfred Baratheon is the only child the Lord of Stormlands has and his heir.

At the age of 12, he was sent to Highgarden to be fostered by Lord Tyrell and trained there, in the lands famous to have fearless knights.

No one predicted that he could fall in love with lady Tyrell not many years after he went there. What started as a childhood friendship grew to be a romance between them. So strong that Alfred Baratheon was ready to fight the entire North for her.

Especially after the night, the rose of Highgarden offered her virginity to him.

This is the concept of the story that God knows if going to see the light some day. Yet, it helped with the hype.

@mischievouslittlecreature @call-sign-shark @peakyswritings @evita-shelby

[mel-loly]

-Happy Birthday, Ana!💜✨

@loscompas-blog-uwu

[masonscig]

okay i kind of need to go insane about this rebecca line from book one because it's got me riled up LMAO

so, my f-mancer, flor, has the lowest stats with rebecca, at a whopping 5% so any biting dialogue option at their mom's expense is immediately smashed

to tell your mother pretty plainly "i'm good. i don't need you. you were never there for me, " and for her to say "that's not true. i've always loved you," is so? indicative of her character imo?

she doesn't listen to the detective even when they're being straight up direct with her – for me, this interaction negates any of the good rebecca's been trying to do, whether or not she thinks she's coming across as genuine in making amends. how are you going to tell your own child that they're wrong? that what they experienced (a childhood full of loneliness, loss, and forced independence) isn't the full story (your mother loved you from afar but never made the conscious effort to show it)?

it doesn't matter if rebecca was out fighting hand-to-hand combat against supernaturals that were trying to take over the world, she was *not* there for the detective. she chose to be an absent mother! that's a fact! no matter the "good" she was doing for mankind

this whole exchange bothers me so much – maybe the writing doesn't exactly line up (that happens with choice based games sometimes, so i get it) but either way it's poor timing, and adds yet another layer to the complexity of rebecca's relationship with the detective

[sideflorfauna]

C-Side fans how are we feeling 💥💥💥