#gingerflower moodboard

[oh-great-authoress]

@welsharcher, Happy Belated Feast Day, My Beloved Sister!!

Modern Greek Mythology Gingerrose AU, inspired by this post by @imeggsywafflex

Rose is the goddess of Hearth, Home, and Hospitality, known to the Ancient Greeks as Hestia, while Armitage is the god of Strife and Discord, known to the Ancient Greeks as Eris, and mistaken for a woman during those times due to his delicate beauty.

Armitage is not the most welcome of gods on Mount Olympus, due to most finding his ever-present aura of conflict unpleasant, but strangely, there’s always one place open to him—the home and hearth of Rose, goddess of everything that contradicts his sphere of influence.

About the Moodboard

Two of Hestia’s symbols are depicted here, with the hearth fire being one of her most well-known symbols, the second being the datura flower shown here, and it is a double symbol of Hestia, as its lavender color is also associated with the goddess.

(It’s a little more purple than “lavender” but anyway—)

The golden apple is one of Eris’ most well-known symbols, the apple being the famed one which basically started the Trojan War, and she was commonly depicted with a xiphos, the sword featured in this moodboard.

The front door of a house is naturally going to be the centerpiece of this board, because, after all, home is where the heart is…

[phelfromgrace]

Armitage Hux is appointed Chancellor of the New Order after winning the war. He has reached the pinnacle of power, but feels a void in his private life and seeks a kitchen servant who could fill the role of his deceased mother.

When the call for recruitment goes out to the masses of Coruscant, Rose enters the frontline equipped with an arsenal of her grandmother’s recipes, and a poison that can put him forever asleep.

-- Damsel in the Glass Tower. Rated E.

[dianabluebonnet]

Oops! My Hand Slipped!

https://archiveofourown.org/works/25071727/chapters/60784546#workskin

[marymonster]

Apple & Arrow by MaryMonster

Smutty romcom!!

Hux is a hyper keen, Sherlockian Daddy who is in need of someone to care for. Rose is a hard-working, self-possessed adult who is curious about being a little. After a Reylo-facilitated meet cute, Hux and Rose discover they share an interest in a Daddy/little dynamic. Things start casual but as the intensity of their sexual relationship deepens so do their feelings for one another.

[oh-great-authoress]

This is the moodboard that inspired my Gingerrose Classical Musicians AU, Soothe the Savage Breast!

Gingerrose - Musicians AU   “Music is a language that doesn’t speak in particular words. It speaks in emotions, and if it’s in the bones, it’s in the bones.” ― Keith Richards

[weddersins]

oh conscience (where will you carry me)

day 16

m • gingerflower canonverse au • 17/40

Now, she thinks, she is lying to every single person on this boat.

But most of all, she is lying to herself.

lovely moodboard by @thedarkestgreys ❤️

((oh wow, what is this?? my first actual post on tumblr?? what a world.)

[stedelasso]

Tagged by @downeylove to make a moodboard. Nine pictures or something and there it is. So here it is!! All just from my camera roll lol I tag @downeyfied-nourwhal and @gingerflowers

[oh-great-authoress]

Destination: Love

Written for @welsharcher

A Gingerrose Aviation AU

On her way to a family reunion, Skywalker Airlines First Officer Rose Tico has a problem.

She is the only member of her family not in a committed relationship.

Combine that fact with her aunt, her grand-aunts, and the bane of her existence, her cousin Clarisse, asking, in varying degrees of kindness (or in some cases, the lack thereof) why she is dreadfully single, she is not looking forward to the reunion.

But one act of kindness (or insanity) from fellow Skywalker Airlines employee, Purser Armitage Hux, changes everything.

Read on AO3

[oh-great-authoress]

Chapter 22 is now up!

Two Men of God.

One dark past.

Benjamin Solo and the Shadow of Death

With moodboards by my lovely and amazingly talented sister, @welsharcher

A Grantchester Reylo and Gingerrose AU

Canon Benjamin Solo and Armitage Hux are the Vicar and Curate of the small parish of St. Andrew and Mary in the quiet English university town of Chandrila.

What their congregation doesn’t know, is that they have a dark past, and now, it’s coming back to haunt them.

Will Ben and Armitage make it out of the dark valley they must now walk, or will they fall victim to the shadow of death?

Read on AO3

[oh-great-authoress]

Leap Year AU

Okay, under the advice of the lovely and wonderful @welsharcher, who created the amazing moodboard above, I am posting this oneshot, which I am trying to wrangle into a full length story.

Keep an eye out for that, though no guarantees that I’ll post it any time soon!

🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀🍀

They were both lying in bed, awake. Neither acknowledged that the other was awake, but they both knew that the other was not asleep.

She kissed him back. No matter how she looked at it, she had kissed him back. It wasn’t cheating though, she reasoned. It wasn’t. She was just trying to do her part in not getting her and Armitage kicked out of the only place to stay for miles, she reasoned. That was it.

It was just a kiss. It was just… the best kiss she had ever had. Ever. Her traitorous heart relentlessly played back that moment for her in startling and stunning clarity. So much for memories being flawed and unclear like all the doctors and scientists said.

She was spiraling, she knew. It wasn’t going to stop until and unless she managed, by some miracle, to throw herself from the speeding train that was this direction of thought.

Finally breaking her from her thoughts, Armitage moved, rubbing a hand over his eyes.

The movement drew her attention to the tattoo on his right forearm that she had caught a glimpse of earlier as he brazenly stripped off his shirt and sweater on his way to the tiny en suite, thankfully distracting her. It was a black hexagon and the outline of a many-pointed-star inside a smaller black hexagon.

Her voice was barely audible in the still of the night. “What does it mean? Your tattoo?”

His gaze shifted to her, eyes glinting like jade in the moonlight. “I was in the army. It’s the insignia of my unit, the 1st Infantry Battalion. We were the pride of the Irish Army—they called us the First Order, because we would be the first ones sent in.”

“What was your rank?”

“I was a Ceannfort, a Commandant, which is, I believe, equivalent to a Major in America, but everyone called me General, because I was the one who got the rowdy soldiers into shape and order.”

“You don’t strike me as someone who’d join the military,” she softly said.

He laughed quietly into the silence of the night. “And what exactly do I strike you as?”

“I don’t know,” Rose replied, turning on her side to face him. “Someone who’d take English or the Humanities in college.”

His expression shifted to one of almost-incredulous amusement.

“No. Don’t tell me I got it right,” she smiled.

“Bachelor of the Arts in Humanities from Trinity College Dublin.”

“Oh my goodness, I got it right!”

He only shook his head in reply.

“What on earth made you join the military then?” She asked, now more awake than ever, her curiosity wanting to be appeased.

“As soon as I was eighteen, I enlisted. It was… expected of me.”

“What do you mean?”

He sighed, turning on his side to face her, as if he were drawn in to her. “My father, Brendol, was a Maor-Ghinearál—a Major General. He… was an unkind man, and I was his illegitimate child to boot.”

Rose gasped at the revelation, but he continued, as if he couldn’t bear to stop now that he had started. “My father was chronically unfaithful to his wife, and he had a string of women. One of those women was my mother, and I’m pretty sure I still have brothers and sisters out there.

When she found out she was pregnant with me, my mother went to him, because she was young, just out of University, with no hope to fully support a child. At first, he refused to give her a cent, but when he found out his French society wife, Maratelle, couldn’t have children, he immediately took custody of me.

He would… regularly beat me, and Maratelle wouldn’t lift a finger, not wanting the reminder that the child in her house wasn’t hers, a reminder that her husband regularly warmed the beds of women who weren’t her. I think most days, she hoped that I’d die from my injuries.

His favorite thing was to call me weak-willed—things like that—said that I would never be an officer, let alone anything successful. In a way I proved him wrong, making my way up to Ceannfort quickly, but in others, I… I suppose I proved him right.”

His mouth twisted bitterly, but Rose asked, “How did you get to own The Kitchen Woman?”

Here, he smiled brightly. “One day, I got a letter from Arkanis, and it was from a woman named Orla Campbell. She was my mother. I couldn’t believe it, she had to send me a copy of my birth certificate for me to get over my incredulity.

What happened to her was, after my dear old Da took me from her, she moved back to her hometown, but there wasn’t much call in a place like Arkanis for someone with a History degree—other than occasional substitute teaching at the local secondary school. What she had, however, was a knack for cooking, and the local pub was just dying to have someone come in and shake things up.

Eventually, Mr McConnell, the owner, sold the pub to her, and she renamed it The Kitchen Woman.

Anyway, we began exchanging letters, and soon, I started visiting when I had leave. But she was getting older, her health wasn’t the best; she’d began smoking after I was taken from her—though she stopped three years before writing to me—by the time we got to know each other, she had pretty bad emphysema. So she taught me everything she knew, so I could help her in the kitchen, when I would come over.

Eventually, it got to the point where I was the one doing all the cooking, while she took care of the bar. So I asked for a discharge, so I could take care of her.

My father was apoplectic—no son of his would disgrace him by abandoning the military. I told him, ‘Well then, I’m not your son. I never was anyway. But I’m Orla’s son, and I’m going to take care of her.’

The look on her face when I showed up at her door, I’ll never forget it. It was like the sun shone on her for the first time. And she hugged me tightly, even as she was castigating me for leaving what was a promising military career. I told her I didn’t care, that I wanted to take care of her, make her life easier. We ran the pub together for two more years. She died peacefully with me at her side five years ago.”

“I’m so sorry,” Rose breathed.

“Thanks,” he replied before continuing, “Mum left The Kitchen Woman to me in her will, and I took up running it, but soon, it began to be a little overwhelming. I was having a busy day when two of my old mates from the First walked in, Gwen Phasma and Dopheld Mitaka. I was glad to see them, but I was so overwhelmed. Gwen said, ‘Tell us what to do, General, we’ll do it.’

They helped me that day, and the day after, and eventually it became so many days after, that we just ended up running it together. But we… had a falling apart three years ago. They left, and it just became me again.”

His closed off expression indicated that if she continued down that path, it wouldn’t be a good idea, so she changed the subject. “The day we left Arkanis, I didn’t mean to… but I couldn’t help but overhear. The man I saw outside. You owe him—that’s why you agreed to take me to Dublin.”

His jaw clenched. “Enric fookin’ Pryde. Arkanis�� own bloody bastard—” here he chuckled, before continuing, “of a loan shark. I… made the stupid decision to ask him for money for the pub.”

“How much do you need?” Rose was deeply touched—she had judged Armitage Hux at first impression. Yes, he was prickly, gruff, and sarcastic as all hell, but he was also kind, sensitive, and held a good heart that had been through so much, that it was no wonder that he was the way he was at first interaction.

His mouth parted in shock. “Ten thousand Euros—no.”

“I want to help you, Armitage. You shouldn’t have to lose what your mother gave to you.”

“Rose, you—I can’t ask that of you.”

“You’re not,” she replied, moving her hand across the no-man’s-land that was the middle of the mattress to place her hand on top of his. “I’m offering. I’ll write you a check—heck, I’ll even do it right now—” she moved to get up for her purse, but his hand on hers halted her motion.

“Rose. I’ll tell you what. You let me get you to Dublin. If at the end of our… little trip you still want to write that check, I’ll let you.”

“Let me?” She scoffed slightly, but continued, “You know I’ll still write you that check no matter what, right?” Knowing that there was a determined set to her features.

“It doesn’t harm to take time to think about it a little, Rose. That’s a lot of money.”

“I want to help. Please let me help you. Let me help you save what you love.”

“You’re something else, Rose Tico,” he smiled widely, and for a second, she swore her heart skipped a beat, thudding against her chest, imbuing a warm feeling into her whole being.

She looked down at the faded floral pattern of the bedsheets, praying that the irrational blush spreading across her cheeks couldn’t be seen.

“I’m flattered,” Rose breathed, determined to find the faded purple hydrangea print the most interesting thing in the world, suddenly all too aware of their proximity—when had the enormous gulf between them become virtually nonexistent? She could feel the warmth radiating from his slender form, and all of it, his gentle, admiring gaze, the touch of his paradoxically calloused-yet-soft hand on hers, their closeness, his warmth, and the veil of peace that had settled over this tiny room in a small bed-and-breakfast in the middle-of-nowhere Ireland made it feel as if anything could happen, that anything could be said.

She pulled her gaze back up to his, which was not a good idea at all, she realized, as she took in the restrained intent behind his expression. It was an altogether foreign sensation for her. It… made her feel seen.

No. She couldn’t go down that road. Somehow, she had managed to leap back onto that metaphorical train. She was on her way to Dublin to propose to her longtime-boyfriend on Bachelor’s Day, she reminded herself. She loved Beaumont. She did. He was everything her family had told her she should look for in a man.

She had to make herself get off this ride. So she fake-yawned and said, “I’m sorry—I’m just so tired, I’m—going to—”

“Oh,” he said, his voice quiet, “alright, don’t—don’t let me stop you, erm… goodnight then.”

She flashed a quick smile, muttering a quick “Goodnight,” before she could do anything more stupid than blush, turning to face the window.

But she still stayed awake even long after she heard Armitage’s breathing even out.

[phelfromgrace]

Moodboards for Gears, Flesh, & Home, a Hux-centric GingerRose series that explores themes of sexuality, agency, and redemption.

Part 1: It's All a Machine, a forced interaction between Hux and Rose sets the gears in motion.

Part 2: It's an Instinct, a chance encounter allows Hux and Rose to surrender to bodily desire, and to flesh out their fraught relationship.

Part 3: ... TBC!

[phelfromgrace]

One More Chance- Part II  

>> Rose and Hux meet in hyperspace.  Tension escalates when Hux is being... well, Hux.

[oh-great-authoress]

Two Men of God.

One dark past.

Benjamin Solo and the Shadow of Death

With moodboards by my lovely and amazingly talented sister, @welsharcher

A Grantchester Reylo and Gingerrose AU

Canon Benjamin Solo and Armitage Hux are the Vicar and Curate of the small parish of St. Andrew and Mary in the quiet English university town of Chandrila.

What their congregation doesn’t know, is that they have a dark past, and now, it’s coming back to haunt them.

Will Ben and Armitage make it out of the dark valley they must now walk, or will they fall victim to the shadow of death?

Read on AO3

[oh-great-authoress]

Chapter 23 is now up!

Two Men of God.

One dark past.

Benjamin Solo and the Shadow of Death

With moodboards by my lovely and amazingly talented sister, @welsharcher

A Grantchester Reylo and Gingerrose AU

Canon Benjamin Solo and Armitage Hux are the Vicar and Curate of the small parish of St. Andrew and Mary in the quiet English university town of Chandrila.

What their congregation doesn’t know, is that they have a dark past, and now, it’s coming back to haunt them.

Will Ben and Armitage make it out of the dark valley they must now walk, or will they fall victim to the shadow of death?

Read on AO3

[oh-great-authoress]

Darn, sis, I thought this was supposed to be a gift for you, not me!!!

This was so GOOD!!!

I was going to surprise you with a matching oneshot in a while, once I finished my Grantchester AU, but I’m not sure if I should even attempt it, because this was absolutely phenomenal!!!!

@welsharcher, Happy Belated Feast Day, My Beloved Sister!!

Modern Greek Mythology Gingerrose AU, inspired by this post by @imeggsywafflex

Rose is the goddess of Hearth, Home, and Hospitality, known to the Ancient Greeks as Hestia, while Armitage is the god of Strife and Discord, known to the Ancient Greeks as Eris, and mistaken for a woman during those times due to his delicate beauty.

Armitage is not the most welcome of gods on Mount Olympus, due to most finding his ever-present aura of conflict unpleasant, but strangely, there’s always one place open to him—the home and hearth of Rose, goddess of everything that contradicts his sphere of influence.

About the Moodboard

Two of Hestia’s symbols are depicted here, with the hearth fire being one of her most well-known symbols, the second being the datura flower shown here, and it is a double symbol of Hestia, as its lavender color is also associated with the goddess.

(It’s a little more purple than “lavender” but anyway—)

The golden apple is one of Eris’ most well-known symbols, the apple being the famed one which basically started the Trojan War, and she was commonly depicted with a xiphos, the sword featured in this moodboard.

The front door of a house is naturally going to be the centerpiece of this board, because, after all, home is where the heart is…

[oh-great-authoress]

I am so, so glad you liked it, it was my absolute pleasure to write this for you, Welsh, and seeing your reaction was a great start to my day!!!!

Love you too, my dear sister!

Destination: Love

Written for @welsharcher

A Gingerrose Aviation AU

On her way to a family reunion, Skywalker Airlines First Officer Rose Tico has a problem.

She is the only member of her family not in a committed relationship.

Combine that fact with her aunt, her grand-aunts, and the bane of her existence, her cousin Clarisse, asking, in varying degrees of kindness (or in some cases, the lack thereof) why she is dreadfully single, she is not looking forward to the reunion.

But one act of kindness (or insanity) from fellow Skywalker Airlines employee, Purser Armitage Hux, changes everything.

Read on AO3