#handmade paper with flower petals

[whatpennymade]

Magical AND eco-friendly ♻️

[or0ch1maru]

Valentines Day with the Akatsuki<3

18+, suggestive themes

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Kakuzu:

Hates spending money, but will go broke simply on buying your gifts and taking you places during the day.

Will literally spoil you rotten. You’ll wake up to chocolates and other assorted gifts on the empty side of bed where he usually sleeps.

After a long day full of fun, just know this grouchy giant will D you down for the rest of the night. If you’re not wobbling by the end of it, it’ll be round after round until you can’t even remember your own name.

Hidan:

This man shows his love best through physical touch and sex so don’t be surprised when you’re woken up by his tongue between your folds.

In between all the sex he plans on having with you on this special day, he’ll make you breakfast in bed, and then take you out for a shopping spree in the nearby village.

If you try on clothes in a shop, just know you’ll barely make it outside to the alleyway behind the plaza, your shorts pulled down as he stuffs you full.

Itachi:

Sweet boy. Will have one of the members keep you busy for the first half of the day so he can decorate your shared room. Rose petals, balloons, candles, the whole works.

All the gifts he bought will be lined up on the bed in pretty red and pink bags with matching gift paper. A long and heart felt message written on the inside of a card will be placed neatly in front of one of the gifts.

To end the day, he’ll either cook you your favorite meal or take you out to your favorite restaurant to enjoy a nice meal.

Kisame:

Didn’t really understand the point of the holiday as he feels that everyday should be spent cherishing and loving your partner. Not just on a specific day.

So after speaking with Konan, he ran into town and bought the biggest bouquet of your favorite flowers, a case of chocolate, and a few other things that you’d pointed out to him prior.

The rest of the day would be spent wrapped in each others arms, watching movies and getting wine drunk while eating a hot, homemade dinner.

Deidara:

He’s so infatuated with you that he’d spend two weeks prior to v-day hand crafting pendants for jewelry and other little handmade gifts to give you.

Not only will your presents be hand made, so will your card. His somewhat sloppy script will cover the card front to back, explaining how much he loves you and how he wants to spend eternity by your side.

Deidara would order your favorite take out and take you on a picnic in a nearby flower field. Where when the night comes and the sky turns dark, he would send up some of his clay creations, lighting up the sky in pretty fireworks and explosions.

Sasori:

Just like Kisame, Sasori didn’t really get the whole craze about some dumb holiday. But, he wanted to spoil you nonetheless. So he told you to get dressed, which you gladly obliged.

The two of you visited a village nearby and had brunch before going to the theatre to watch a movie. After the film, he took you to your favorite shops, paying for anything and everything.

Sasori wouldn’t let you go the whole time, his hand wrapped securely around yours as you walked about. Planting soft smooches on your face as you enjoyed the day together.

Tobi:

For days before Valentine’s, he’d be so anxious, but in a good way of course. He had planned the whole day out weeks ago. Starting off by bringing you your favorite coffee and sweets for breakfast.

Repeating the same for lunch. It was after that, that he had you get all dolled up. Taking you into town for a museum date.

Good boy Tobi would finish the day with your favorite food, before stripping you of both your clothes. Buried deep in your cunt, as he whines and mutters about how much he loves you.

Zetsu:

Flowers. Everywhere. And I mean everywhere. He loves plants, and knows people gift their partners roses and such on this special day so what does he do? Buys a few different flower bouquets that end up littering your shared room. Bedside table? Yep. Bathroom counter? Best believe it.

Zetsu loves pampering you. He’d paint your nails to match his bright pink color. Sitting behind you as he brushes your hair. Applying your makeup for you if you wear any.

The two of you would take a long walk, enjoying the peace and crunch of the gravel under your shoes as you walk. Would find a nice place to sit near the water as you talked and shared a meal together.

Konan:

Just like Tobi, she’d have everything ready and prepared days ahead. Dinner reservations? Check. Nail salon date? Check. Making sure the book shop has that book you’ve been wanting in stock? Check.

After lunch in the village, it’s time for your nail appointment. The two of you sitting side by side as the nail techs paint and work on your nails. After paying, it’s time for the next stop. Konan would watch with a smile on her face when you pick up the book you wanted. Knowing she made sure the staff kept a copy specifically for you.

Konan would have rented out a private booth in your favorite restaurant. Keeping the entire area empty so you two would have your much loved privacy. Once the two of you have ordered your drinks is when she’d give you a heartfelt speech before dropping to her knee with a ring. Planting a deep kiss on your lips when you say yes.

Pain:

Would clear his schedule and make this a week long affair. Each day, you’d wake up to a new present or date planned. One day shopping, the next day, a movie. And so on.

On Valentine’s Day, he’d wake you up with soft kisses along your jawline before spending the whole day in bed. Watching your favorite movies and eating snacks. The room full of your shared laughter or screams if you watch horror movies.

Just like Tobi, he’d end the day covering your body in bite marks and hickeys. He’d take his time on you too, drawing out every orgasm, pulling moans and whimpers outta you into the early hours of the night.

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Happy Valentine’s Day bbys🫶🏻 if no one’s told you today, you’re beautiful and I love you. Thank you for your continuous support for my writing. Here is a bouquet 💐 from me to you

[haluenx]

Huang Renjun.

— Paper Petals.

Y/N sat at her desk, a pile of colorful paper spread out before her. She had been watching origami tutorials for the past week, determined to make the perfect gift for her boyfriend. She knew how much he appreciated the little things, and what better way to express her affection than with a handmade bouquet of origami flowers?

She had already watched nearly ten tutorials, each one teaching her a different flower. Her fingers were sore from the repetitive folding, but she didn’t mind. Every fold, every crease brought her closer to her goal. She smiled as she carefully shaped the petals of the final flower (a delicate lily, one of Renjun’s favorites).

The soft sound of Renjun’s voice echoed from the living room, where he was chatting with his friends. Y/N quickly grabbed the last sheet of paper and folded it into the shape of a rose, adding the final touch to her bouquet. She carefully placed each flower into a small, hand-decorated vase, making sure they were arranged just right.

As she stood up, admiring her work, she heard Renjun’s footsteps approaching. Panicking, she quickly grabbed the bouquet and hid it behind her back, her heart racing. She couldn’t wait to see his reaction.

“Hey, babe” Renjun called as he entered the room, a playful smile on his face. His eyes softened when he saw Y/N’s flushed cheeks. “What are you up to?”

Y/N giggled, her nervousness disappearing with his warm gaze. “I—I have a surprise for you” she said shyly, stepping closer to him.

Renjun raised an eyebrow, clearly curious. “A surprise? For me?”

“Mm-hmm” Y/N nodded, her hands shaking slightly as she pulled the bouquet out from behind her back. “I made this for you.”

Renjun’s eyes widened as he took in the colorful bouquet of origami flowers. His breath caught in his throat, not expecting such a thoughtful and beautiful gift. He reached out and gently touched the petals of the lily, his fingers brushing the delicate folds.

“Y/N… you made this?” he asked softly, his voice filled with awe.

“Yeah” she replied, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment. “I watched a bunch of tutorials and practiced a lot. I wanted to make something special for you.”

Renjun’s heart melted at her effort. He stepped forward and cupped her face gently in his hands, his thumb brushing across her cheek. “It’s perfect. Thank you, love. You always know how to make me feel special.”

Y/N’s heart fluttered as she smiled up at him. “I’m glad you like it. I was worried you wouldn’t.”

“How could I not like it?” Renjun chuckled softly. “You put so much effort into it.”

Y/N beamed, feeling a warmth spread through her chest at his words. “I wanted it to be as beautiful as you.”

Renjun leaned down, placing a soft kiss on her forehead. “This just makes me love you even more.”

She wrapped her arms around him, hugging him tightly, the bouquet of flowers still clutched in her hands. Renjun hugged her back just as fiercely, holding her close as if she were the most precious thing in the world.

“I’ll keep these forever” he whispered, pressing another kiss to her forehead.

Y/N smiled, feeling like the luckiest girl in the world. The bouquet of origami flowers might have been a simple gesture, but the love they shared made it feel like the most beautiful thing in the world.

[nophunleague]

stare decisis: chapter eight - amentia

amentia: latin for infatuation

masterlist

wc: 1046 (another filler - but more exciting things soon!)

rafael barba x original female character

“These are absolutely beautiful,” Quinn’s eyes are set on sunset hued buttercup flowers, the petals are pale pink with orange edges. She picks up three stems and hands them to the vendor. 

“Good morning ma’am, happy Saturday,” the cashier greets.

“Good morning, thank you so much for these,” Quinn swipes her debit card quickly as the cashier wraps the small bouquet in butcher paper. Quinn tucks the bouquet into her canvas tote, the flowers sticking out of the top, with the straps slung over her left shoulder. 

The Union Square Market is filled with bustling New York City locals on this autumn morning, shopping for the next week’s worth of fresh produce or trolling for Christmas gifts as the holidays loom near. The slight chill in the air frosts the tip of Quinn’s nose with a rosy flush. Her emerald hued eyes gently peruse the booths in front of her before setting their sights on a ceramics booth, her steps increase in pace but just as she reaches the booth the shrill of a cell phone ring pierces her ear drums, she frantically pulls the cell from her tote and holds it to her ear.

“Brady,” she smiles politely at the ceramics booth owner as she picks up a mug to examine it. She single handedly rotates the mug to view all sides, the speckled blue glaze reflects the cool sunlight brightly. The thick, handmade walls of the mug are sturdy, and sure to be able to keep coffee warm. 

“Good morning Miss Brady, it’s Detective Carisi. We’ve got a new case,” just like with the flowers, she hands the mug to the cashier and quickly swipes her debit card. As the cashier wraps the mug in protective paper Carisi tells her that the crime scene is at Union Square Park. 

“Oh, I’m actually not too far from there. I’ll be there soon,” she’s quick to hang up the phone and expresses her apologies and gratitude to the ceramics cashier. Again, the mug is tucked into her tote bag before she follows Carisi’s instructions to their new crime scene. 

Turning the corner when nearing the crime scene, Quinn’s cherry red Mary Janes melodically tap the concrete of the park path. A young woman’s body had been discovered at the base of a hill in Union Square Park by an early morning jogger. 

“Hey Counselor! Nice of you to join us!” Carisi’s Staten Island accent assaults her ears as soon as she’s in eyesight. Her sheer black tights are complimented by a short dark wash denim dress, the color of it sets her figure apart from the park foliage. She observes that the scene is rather contained, there’s around ten uniformed officers plus Carisi, Fin, and Rollins. Dr. Carl Rudnick, a newcomer to the M.E.'s office is already performing a preliminary examination of the body. 

“Don’t act surprised Carisi, you called and I’m on call this weekend. What do we got?" She pulls a small notepad from her tote and she joins the crowd. She doesn’t exactly notice as Dr. Rudnick’s eyes trace her slowly, but she smiles sweetly at the new face in the crowd but listens to Rollins’s brief. 

“Young female, apparent strangulation, we’re unclear of any sexual assault. ID in her bag says her name is Claudia Gundy. Also, this is Dr. Rudnick, he’s new to our office. Doctor Rudnick, this is one of our ADAs, Quinn Brady,” Rudnick’s eyes have honestly not left Brady through this entire introduction, he shoots up from his squatted position and reaches a gloved hand out to shake Quinn’s hand. Quinn’s eyes slowly move from his face to his gloved, crime scene investigating hand.

“Pleasure, Doctor; but I will not be shaking your gloved hand that has been investigating a dead body,” she’s blunt and straight to the point. It’s irresponsible for him to even attempt what he had. 

“Oh right,” is all he says in response and returns to his work. Carisi and Rollins watch, jaws essentially blowing in the wind before Quinn speaks again. 

“I don’t think you guys have anything more for me quite yet, I’ll see you all on Monday, at a reasonable time for work to be done.”

***

With her right hand Quinn spins the small gold ball earring in her earlobe while she scrolls through her email inbox box using her right hand on the computer mouse. Highlighted email upon highlighted email crosses her eyeline but none with important or intriguing subject lines spark her interest. The sound of Barba’s office door opening only piques her ears but her eyes maintain their fixed position on the monitor. 

“They have a suspect, I’m heading down to the precinct now,” his voice carries through her open doorway and her eyes follow the sound and find him standing just on the other side of the threshold. His frame stalls rather than taking his usual leave to sprint from their shared office spaces. Her eyes search his for a moment - trying to place this new behavior from him. 

“Oh, this is you trying to invite me to tag along?”

“Carisi actually begged for me to invite you and I almost feel bad for him because I think that he thinks he’s in love with you,” Barba attempts to memorise each grain of leather in his dress shoes. 

“Carisi’s not in love with me, he feels neglected by his career god: you and I have actually taken the time to teach him,” she remarks as she picks her tote bag up from the side of her desk and slings it over her left shoulder. “All you have to do is be human and people asking for you to do things with them won’t feel foreign,” she breezes past him leaving a cloud of her warm scented perfume in her wake. He follows quickly behind her. 

“No, he’s actually used the word love before.”

“Whatever you say Rafael. Liv doesn’t think you’re in love with her because she’s the only one you’re halfway nice to. It’s just called being nice,” they wait for the elevator side by side, shoulders brushing ever so slightly. “I know you and the squad haven’t exactly been practicing playing nice since I got here but you should try it some time.”

[hughiecampbelle]

Succession Preference: Handmade Presents From S/O

Requested: Preference: How the Siblings react to their S.O giving them a handmade gift? (maybe a bouquet of flowers they thoughtfully picked out at a florist themselves, baked goods, a coffee/tea mug they decorated or a homemade meal?) i hope this sounds good!! ♡ - anon

A/N: This is so cute my love!!!! Thank you for requesting!!! I really hope you like it!!! Feedback is always appreciated!!! 💜💜💜

Connor appreciates your home cooked meals to no end. He thanks you forever. It doesn't matter if it took hours or thirty minutes, Connor won't let you live it down. He brags to his siblings all the time about how thoughtful and caring and considerate you are. You try to shrug it off like it's nothing, but he won't have that. Seriously. The only time he ever got anything home cooked was when he was a little kid, maybe once a year if his mother made him eggs or a grilled cheese. You go above and beyond when you cook. You never mind, you love sharing it with him. He compliments everything, making you laugh. Food is how you show your love. Sometimes, when you have the time, you make extra and send it with him to give to his brothers and sister. They love it, too. It's like they've never eaten before. They're all full of compliments and it makes them like you even more, which doesn't hurt either.

Kendall loves when you bake anything, but especially when you bake something he loves. You've been doing this since you were dating, but now that you're married it's become a rare occurrence. With work and life you don't always have the time. When you do, you like to send him to the office with everyone's favorites. Logan's blueberry muffins, Gerri's lemon squares, Karl's cinnamon rolls. You make extras of Kendall's favorites so he can have them at home and at work, surprising him when he gets home and the Tupperware is empty. It makes him feel so loved, so appreciated. He's a menace in the kitchen, always wanting to taste the raw batter and lick the icing. When you do it, it means you really thought about him, what he likes, what makes him happy. Not many people have done that in his life. But you? You make time for him and his happiness and that is priceless. It reminds him that he is capable of being loved.

Shiv isn't sure what to say. It's perfect. A bouquet of all her favorite flowers and colors in a vase she didn't even know either of you owned. Next to it is a little card with her name wishing her a good day. It sits on her office desk, just waiting for her. No one had ever done anything like this for her. Not her family, not Tom. She wasn't even sure he knew any one of her favorite flowers, and yet you had them all. You didn't sign the card, but you didn't have to. Tears well up in her eyes, but she's quick to blink them away. It's beautiful. She doesn't want to touch it or move it out of fear that petals might fall off. Once word spreads that you got specialized flowers sent to the office, the jokes start flowing in. She doesn't care what anyone has to say about this, especially her father and brothers. She feels so loved and seen, the most she's ever felt in her life. When she gets home she talks lightly of it, thanking you, but you can see the smile she's trying to hide. This small act means the world to her.

Roman is shocked. He doesn't know what to say. You start to feel insecure, like this wasn't something he'd like let along love. Under the ribbon and wrapping paper is a handmade mug with the date you officially became a couple. It was a little misshapen, but other than that it was perfect. You'd picked out the perfect color palette, too. All his favorite colors. No one had ever done anything like this for him before. No one has ever thought about him so thoughtfully. Roman holds out his hands, careful, scared he's going to break it. He looks it over a few times and holds it close before realizing who he's supposed to be. This fucking thing, it's, it's- thank you. That's the last thing he says about it. You catch him using it almost every day, holding it with both hands, hand washing it. He truly loves it. So much. It's his most prized possession. He never says anything about it again, though you catch him going through every cupboard looking for it, mumbling to himself. It's right in front of you, Rome. He breathes a huge sigh of relief. If he lost it or broke it he's not sure what he'd do.

[therantfairysblog]

The dreams that never come true

When muichiro recovering from fighting the upper moon demons, iguro often visiting him, asking about his condition after the event in the swordsmith village.

He usually coming there, bring sweets and candy to him. For iguro, watching muichiro slowly gaining his smile and acting his age make him feel a bit if relief. Looking back on his own childhood, he wish for muichiro to at least feel some freedom in his childhood. He never expressing his concern in obvious way, but muichiro is like his own little brother that he want to take care of.

There's a day when he and mitsuri visiting him as both of them has a time for it. Mitsuri bringing some pancakes she made while iguro bringing pretty handmade candy that he bought from the street.

"kanroji san, iguro san, you guys visiting me again?"

"muichiro kun, i made a honey pancakes today, i hope you like it"

The three of them having a nice and light convo about their day. Today, iguro and Kanroji stay for a while after their sparring, playing paper airplane with muichiro.

"Muichiro kun, what do you think, you want to be in the future? When the demon is gone? " Kanroji started their conversation that evening. Iguro just watching the two, while caressing kaburamaru.

"hmm? I don't know.. I'm not thinking that far...making friends? I only know about swordmanship."

"Hey, you actually has a great craftsmanship like the plane origami and paper flowers , what if we opened a shop together, like i want to open a restaurant and you can sell it there or we opened our shop side by side" kanroji continued talking, telling him her dream. Iguro just listening from a far.

"wow, kanroji san is quite entrepreneur. It's too much hassle, I don't know anything about that." Muichiro looking at her in awe, while his hand still playing a piece of paper plane he made.

"Iguro san? Do you have any plans?"

Iguro was startled from Kanroji sudden question to him. He just smiled. "Not really, I don't have any" he looked at Kanroji cute pout. Adorable.

'i do have plans, Kanroji. But it's not something that you like' Iguro looking at kaburamaru who comfortably slithering around his laps. Perhaps kaburamaru is the only one who know what he wants. He never plan to be alive after defeating muzan. It has always be his goal.

"....iguro san, Kanroji san said you wrote beautiful poems aren't you? I want to read it too..." muichiro asking him with his little smile. Iguro was honestly happy with his change. He was getting talkative.

"hmmm you want too? But it embarassing..."

"heyy iguro san, your poems are all so pretty i always looking forward to your letter," kanroji sudden reddish cheeks blooming like a sakura petals. She looked shy.

"Alright, alright if you want too" muichiro and Kanroji both smiling and laughing. A nice day, with a nice weather and a warm heart. Iguro looking at both of them with a smile. 'i wish a time like this will be longer'

"selling the poems, you may get even richer!" Kanroji laughing.

"Heyy, what do you mean, Kanroji? I don't do that for commercial, alright" iguro pretend to be mad. He was startled.

"ahhaah, muichiro kun, let's meet again after everything settled, I'm happy to play paper plane with you, ill do my best to make an unbeatable plane to beat you," kanroji laughing with her heart content. The mood was so bright that day.

"Ohh, Kanroji san you will not beating me" Muichiro was laughing too. His hand was moving to fly the plane away, with his wide smile.

Iguro couldn't hide his smile behind his mask. Kaburamaru wrapping his neck, comfortably resting it's head on his shoulder. 'you love it too, kaburamaru? This is why i hope and i want to protect them, i hope they can continue living, and achieving their dream. I don't mind dying, but I want them to be happy'. He whispered silently.

[sammyluvr]

i feel like sam is such a good drawer, like he’ll make full sketches of you in like the most beautiful way and paint them and give them to you, like some might be provocative and some are js rlly cute and sweet. also if u buy him flowers he’d frame like a petal from each flower in the bouquet and write what date u gave them him in the frame.

this one’s more for if u n him were childhood best friends but he’d like make one of those flip books and draw it from like when u guys were kids and then to like now and it basically illustrates how he came to be in love with you and he’d have a letter attached to it as well and it’s rlly poetic that basically says how beautiful you are and everything and how he loves you and wants to be with you (the letter would be on tea stained paper in a tea stained envelope sealed with red wax) also he’d write it in like royalty cursive rlly posh n shit. and he’d like make a string of photos of you and him and hang it in ur room (the letter, flipbook, etc would all be in ur room and he’d put rose petals down and light ur favorite candles). also he’d give u books and books of his poetry he’d wrote with you in mind and also he’d make a CD or cassette of songs that make him think abt u, there’d also be a bouquet of ur fav flowers there too and ur fav snacks with a teddy and a handmade bracelet or necklace he made for u (he has matching). and he’d walk in with those puppy eyes as he stands awkwardly waiting expecting u to reject him bc he’s convinced himself u don’t feel the same way but u meet him with a kiss and then u guys make out and he asks u to be his girlfriend. from that day onwards you’re his forever muse.

also if he was feeling sassy or something he’d make that a scavenger hunt/wild goose chase around the bunker😋🤞

-💽

i love that he is canonically is shit at drawing (except for sigils and wardings and the likes) but that lots of us headcanon him as a good drawer <3 i talked about this with my darling blondie, i think he got good at drawing at stanford because he really liked trying new hobbies now that he can + because jess was an artist!! so they'd sit there and do art together, she'd do her artist stuff and he'd sit there and draw her agh <333

though i also really really like the idea that he started to like drawing and art as a kid because of how much time he spent alone in motels and all that with nothing to do. so he'd just grab a spare piece of paper and random pen and just sit and draw <33

AGH THE FLIP BOOK IDEA T_T sobbing that is the most adorable ever aghhh <33 him going all out to ask you to date him is so very sweet sigh. i feel like in the hunting world he'd have to go with something simpler, and i think he likes that and makes it very special no matter what, but it's so sweet to think about him having the time and energy and ability to show his abundant love for you with a very physical manifestation <33 i love it a lot, you absolutely are his forever muse ahhh <33 crying so much about him.

[quokkabite]

golden, freckles, strawberry, cream ✨️🍓🍨💕💖

golden ☀️ (favorite stationary product?) - i haven’t used stationary in a while but uh when i was in middle school i got a bunch of that flower petal handmade paper and kind of wrote love letters to my (sort of gf) best friend so that was nice 🙂‍↕️

freckles ☺️ (most worn article of clothing?) - oooh um my rainbow tie-dye (gay ass) ��ohana means family” stitch tshirt + a rowoon tshirt that i got as a gift last christmas (ive worn it so much that my love is almost unrecognizable 🫶🏼)

strawberry 🍓 (favorite fruit?) - fun fact! i’m allergic to strawberries but they’re my favorite… so other than that… erm blueberries + plums (honorable mention to peaches)

cream 🍨 (frozen yogurt flavor?) - NOOOO I CANT REMEMBER WHAT MY LAST YOGURT MOUNTAIN FLAVOR WASSS 😭😭😭 IT WAS SOOO GOOD I CANT REMEMBER. (maybe it was coffee???)

[a-gilded-imprisonment]

[there was a knock on the door, as he wipes his tears out and started to open the door, He noticed a white letter and with pink written crayons, it said:]

“dear aventurine! Im sorry for what my dad did, i don’t know what you went through but im there for you! i might not be here right now but I just want to give you a gift and say thank you for the chocolate coin!” [it was a handmade gift, Handmade pink paper tulips 💐]

- /@puffballsnewaccount (puffy is NOT good at comforting ppl but they just want to thank aventurine and give them a gift 😓)

*The gambler is incredibly touched upon seeing the letter, handling it with care and reading its contents.*

*The little Puffball seemingly has a heart of gold-- unlike the very person who has left Aventurine bleeding from the heart. The blonde can almost forget about his jealousy-- jealousy of this little kind creature, who Veritas protects and cares for-- while he looks over the words.*

*Aventurine lets out an audible gasp upon seeing the tulips, amazed by the sheer amount of talent the little ball must have put into making this-- especially since they do not seem to have any hands.*

*He cradles the flowers carefully, almost as if he's afraid to smother them, and takes them inside to place on his desk. He smiles as he looks along the delicate petals, before settling back down to examine paperwork.*

[lostusagis]

@jiraipink asked:

A gasp leaves her through separated ringed fingers against her agape mouth. Amethyst optics quivering in awe at what Kamui arrived to her doorstep with. "Kamui... You... You really brought me another one?" Namida remembers texting Kamui how the flower he gave her on the day they met up for the Cherry Blossom Festival was beginning to show signs of withering and how sad it made her feel. Well, it was a bittersweet feeling at least. The memories of that day are a good and happy one. It will always live on in her mind and within her diary. Actually, she's thinking about "pressing" the flower flat to preserve it's white pink gradient colors and unique shapes forever within the written page about that wonderful day in her diary. Like the dried up flowers you'd see as a beautiful addition to scrapbook pages or handmade cards or being used in arts and crafts or displayed in frames. All good things must come to end... Not unless Kamui has something to say about it! He always knows how to make her happy so easily. He's so thoughtful. That cheerful smile on his handsome face radiated the kind of charm and warmth that captures her heart. He KNOWS this gift would make her happy and she appreciates him so much for it. She truly is so grateful for Kamui being in her life.

"Kamui..." She wanted to jump up and glomp him in a tight embrace in glee, but she didn't want to damage the flower in any way. It felt like Deja vu to when he gave her the beautiful flower the first time. Namida carefully takes the blossom from his hand and raises it up to hide half of her face behind it to cover her grin. Her head slightly bowed in shyness as she giggles and smiles so wide like a happy idiot; as if she were a lovestruck school girl that received a flower from her boyfriend on their first date. Her fingers twirling the stem in circles closely to her face. "Eheheheh~! Kamuiiiiiiii~! I'm so happy! Eheheheh~!" She then leans up on her toes to plant a chaste gentle kiss to his cheek as a sweet symbol of thanks. This is something Namida has done a couple times before especially when she wants to kiss his forehead; leaning up on her tippy toes to reach him better. "Thank you, Kamui. It's so beautiful." She says softly with the warmest of smiles, before closing her eyes and taking a small whiff of the precious flower. "Mmmm I love the smell it gives. It's so nice and elegantly delicate."

With the flower in her one hand, her other hand takes his and merrily leads Kamui inside her apartment. Inside, she takes him to the living room where the small round table is specifically used for the vase of the flower Kamui gave her before and decorated in cherry blossom petals. Actually, she's thinking of pressing those petals too in her diary to preserve forever. "Eheheh. I really love this table. It helps me to smile whenever I'm alone here..." She replaces the almost withering flower with the newly fresh one, but she doesn't throw out the more cherished one. Instead, she lightly hugs it against her chest and smiles fondly down at it. Black nailed fingers carefully caressing the frilly petals. "I um... I don't want to throw it away. I know it'll eventually wither completely if I keep it, but... It's really important to me, so..." She looks up at him with an optimistically-hopeful expression. "I have an idea on how to keep it~! I'm basically going to use the 'pressed flowers' method! With appropriate care, pressed plants can last for hundreds of years. It'll feel more dry when it's done, but the longevity is the goal for me. Wanna see how it's done?"

Namida goes to her bookshelf to take out a sketchbook, full of drawings she'd done, with a cherry blossom cover on it and then goes to the kitchen to take two pieces of parchment paper sheets one would use for baking purposes. She then takes a pair of sharp scissors and sets everything down on the dinner table. She was excited to prepare such a precious memory with Kamui, the one who bestowed unto her an unforgettable memory, next to her. It also felt endearing to teach him something that humans do when they want to keep a plant forever. Perhaps it could be a skill Kamui could use at any point in his life? Oh! Maybe Kagura would want to know of this skill too for any arts and crafts, if she wants! "It's quite simple, really! I remember doing this in school when I was a kid. This flower is kinda thick, so I'll have to cut it in half so it can be dried flat easier." She lays the flower down on the surface and uses the scissors to cut the flower and stem equally in half and doing her best to keep it even. It's perfect, because she wants to keep on half in her diary within the page written about that cherished day and the other half she'll display in a glass frame! Namida really... really doesn't want to let this precious gift go. It means so much her.

"Okay next step: the parchment paper~! It's used to absorb excess moisture from the flowers as they dry out." She places the two halves of the flower between the two sheets of parchment paper and then sets them between the blank pages of her sketchbook. She made sure to choose a sketchbook that she won’t need to use over the next several weeks since that's how long pressing flowers take. It's a good thing she has an extra sketchbook she still needs to draw in! "And last step: stacking 2 or 3 heavy books or something heavy to provide extra weight~!" She hurries off into her room to take out books from her bookshelf again. This time gathering hardcovers about dark/gothic romances that aren't manga; one of them telling a romantic story about a girl who rescued a handsome fallen angel. She comes back side-eyeing Kamui with flushed cheeks, because yes... There's smut in this story. "D-Don't say it... I know you're thinking it DON'T. SAY IT." She stacks them on top of her closed sketchbook and smiles proudly at it with hands on her hips and chest puffed out. "Eheheh~! And done! Now I just gotta wait like 1 to 2 weeks. They should feel like fine tissue paper."

Namida takes note of the time on the clock and just realized Kamui had visited later than usual. Was he busy today? He looks tired too. And yet he went through all that trouble to find another flower for her... "Kamui..." A sympathetic smile is warmly glowing, like a lit candle in a dark room, on her face as she gently places her hand atop his hand against the table and caresses his bandages with her thumb. Her voice soft and quiet. "Hey... Let's do something relaxing together today, hm? I really don't mind just sitting in silence with you, just so you know. If anything, I find it really comfy... Just having you here with me is enough to make me happy." She takes a moment to close her eyes and press her forehead gently against his own like an affectionate cat, before eventually standing up and leading him to the sofa in the living room hand in hand.

She sits down with him and kindly gestures him to lay his head on her lap. When he did, she could feel how his limbs fall loose and his breathing relax. Staring down at him, he reminded her of a cat and smiles softly at the thought. He looked so peaceful right now. Completely harmless. We all need a cozy place to hide at times; to feel safe and cocooned from within. This is how it should always be like for him; peaceful. He deserves for everything to go right in his life. To not worry about the urge to kill anymore. To not worry about the deep pains of his past. To use his hands for what they were born to do: to hold and not to hurt. To simply just... feel calm and relief in his heart. There is a solace in feeling the goodness of his soul as she slowly combs through his hair with her fingers; in the gentle certainty that he was born to absorb and reflect love. And oh how he reflects love alright... So much so she's feel she's found heaven from basking in how he treats her and would witness the embarrassed and honest parts of him that reveal how he really feels. Who he really is underneath the surface layers people tend to see. The kind that proves love isn't fiction like she previously thought.

While in her quiet contemplation, she notices his ahoge bouncing and forming a heart. This manifests a loving grin to appear. He's soooooooo cute! ♡ She gently pats and pets his head a couple times in between her still brushing his silky orangey-auburn hair. He must be really content and happy, huh? She's so glad. After all, Namida always wants nothing more than to make him happy. Her index digit leisurely tracing the heart it made and gently twirling around his ahoge before untwirling it, while her other hand rubs his back slowly up and down. That's when she hears a phone going off in the dining area. It's not hers since it's in her bag, so that must be... She turns her head to look behind herself and sees Kamui's phone on the floor next to the dinner table. it must've fell out of his pocket without them noticing. It's vibrating repeatedly, which means it's most likely a phone call.

"Oh uh... You can stay here and rest some more, ok Mui? Don't worry I'll get up and get it for you, so you don't have to move." However, when Namida tried getting up... She'd feel his arms wrap around her waist tightly. His hold keeping her rooted on the spot. "A-Ah... Kamui?" He doesn't want her going anywhere; acting clingy. It's always been hard to budge him. Whenever she tried, it was like moving a wall: impossible for a human. She blinks a few times in astonishment, before her facial features softened and she smiles. "Oh, Kamui.... Okay." He's being sooooo cute. Maybe the call is job-related, considering the many times Kamui has ignored Abuto's calls, but... Namida can't find it in her heart to leave him when he's like this. Ultimately, she brushes his hair some more and plants a loving kiss to the top of his head. Whispering reassuringly. "I'll stay. I won't go anywhere. I'm right here."

Then an idea crosses her mind. "Hey, Kamui? Do you know what a sleepover is? It's something friends do on earth when they want to stay the night. Games, DVDs, gossip, spa treatments, blanket forts and junk food are sleepover mainstays, but we can also just... Stay like this relaxing and sleeping... Is it okay for you to stay one night? Eheh... Waking up in the morning to see you would be a nice change. I feel like it'd be fun to find out if you snore in your sleep or not hmmmm~?" She cheekily, though quietly, giggles at that little tease, but then stops when realizing he'll find out if SHE snores or not. Cheeks growing red. "Th-That's not to say that I'M the type to snore! I-I don't snore!" Yea we'll see about that.

Kamui had been really excited to give her this flower. It was the one that he had mentioned to her not long ago, saying it reminded him of her. It was a Lisianthus flower, which was the same color as her eyes. Kamui honestly really liked her eyes. Especially with the way they'll lighten up whenever he'd do something that made her happy. Since Namida had mentioned the previous flower he gave her was withering, he decided to go back to that planet he went to where he found a large field of lisianthus flowers. Just like he wanted, she looked really happy when he gave her to her. Kamui couldn't help smiling himself.

''I just didn't want you to be sad over the other flower wilting at some point.'' He'd say, warmth filling the hues of blue he'd gaze at her with. Kamui, however, wasn't aware that the flowers he gave her were well known for representing lifelong love. It could very well represent how he felt for her, even if he, himself, hadn't yet realized the truth.

''And I really enjoy seeing you smile too. ♡'' He really couldn't help but feel a racing within his chest, just from her influence alone. Happiness filling him from seeing how her features brighten, made him want to do nothing but strive to make sure she always looked like that. When he was with her, it seemed... every blood thirsty thought was replaced with this gentle feeling. It only increased when she took the flower, and kissed him on the cheek. The feeling was impossible to fight, he really didn't make an effort to though. ''You're welcome.'' Yeah, he probably would do just about anything for her. Just to see her like that, just to feel this way from the sight of it. He'll do anything.

Kamui was glad she hadn't been busy and brought him inside her apartment. His ahoge would even excitedly wave about, since he gets to spend time with his favorite person. Her apartment always felt so relaxing. More when she was there though, whenever he came over when she wasn't home just didn't feel the same. But, he did like having a meal cooked up for her by the time she came home. Then being able to eat together too? He loved that.

When Namida guided him to the living room, showing Kamui a table where the wilting flower had been placed. Seeing how much this meant to her, resulted in a soft laugh escaping him. ''You're.... really cute you know?'' He couldn't help saying that when observing her. He's definitely going to continue getting her more flowers in the future.

However, when she brought up the whole topic of pressing flowers, to no one's surprise he just looked at her confused. He's never heard about that, but Kamui was really intrigued on this method that allowed someone to keep a flower from wilting. ''People on earth really know some interesting stuff, so sure I'd like to see.'' The fact that she's going through the trouble to preserve a gift he gave her, meant a lot to him. Kamui would stand there observing her closely, to see how the whole process worked. When she brought up doing this in school though, he was perplexed since all his education came from his parents, and anything he learned on his own or from experience. Maybe he'll ask her about that some other time. He was more interested in watching her in silence right now. However, the way she acted after bringing out those books made him unable to hold back a snort.

''I wasn't even going to comment, but you made yourself guilty by the way you're acting. I can already guess what's in those books now. Pervert.'' Cue the playful smirk he gives her, since he had been more interested in the flower pressing but Namida was just giving him ammo to bully her at this point. When she was finished, he'd made an impressed sound.

''Oooh, so the flower will last forever now? That's pretty cool. So you can keep any flower I give you for as long as you want. I'll make sure to get you a lot more. I mean, you're as beautiful as a flower in my opinion. Only makes sense to.'' Complimenting her came so natural, since his thoughts about Namida were always positive nowadays.

Before he had arrived, Kamui had been busy. To make matters worse, his sleeping wasn't all that good either. But he still went to the effort to get her the flower before visiting. He would always prioritize her over anything, which would be worrying had he revealed that out loud. Kamui just really... wanted to see her happy. He was being a good friend, wasn't he? She was the only thing that mattered, so that's how it should be.

He'd see the way she smiled at him, and would immediately catch onto how she noticed his state despite him showing her his own smile. It was genuine, he rarely showed that usual fake smile to her, if ever anymore. But he did feel genuine happiness being here because of her, though he'd avert his gaze when witnessing that sympathetic look on her face. It'd end up focusing on the way her hand laid over his own on the table, the way she caressed it easily made him so relaxed. Namida's touch had a strong impact, it made him feel like things weren't terrible. It made him delusional enough to believe he wasn't worthless.

''I'm honestly.... happy doing anything as long as you're there.'' He'd say, quickly brightening up. When their foreheads touch, for a moment Kamui stares while she had her eyes closed. Just admiring her face for a second. How could someone be so beautiful in every shape and form?

When he was led to the sofa, without question Kamui laid his head on her lap. He loved being on her lap so much, it was so relaxing. Plus, he loved getting such a good view of her face. Her nice hair, pretty eyes, kissable cheeks and even more kissable lips. Hearts were liable to float around him with how fond he's become of her. When Namida started brushing through his hair, it really felt like he was on cloud nine. Kamui loved whenever her fingers laced through his hair. It was so relaxing.

His ahoge pretty much expressed everything, bouncing happily before forming into the usual heart shape it would go into whenever he was around her. Hues of blue even flutter close, basically he left himself completely vulnerable and at her mercy which he had no problem with. The way she pat his head, did make his cheeks redden somewhat. Kamui was being pampered with affection and relishing in every minute.

Eyes would open slightly, watching contently while she played with his ahoge, and rubbed his back. She was great.... so, so, great. It was only unfortunate that pleasant thoughts were interrupted by his phone. The most irritated of noises came from him, since he didn't like being bothered when he was alone with Namida. He had been quick to stop her, since he didn't see it as important. ''....Don't worry about it, and stay, please?'' His arms were wrapped around her waist, getting all pouty. Abuto can handle whatever boring crap he needed to on his own. He was just relieved Namida settled for not getting up, even reassuring him. Which made Kamui sigh out in relief.

He immediately beams when she started being affectionate again with him. This was everything to him. However he'd listen to her talking about sleep and the suggestion immediately interested him. So much so... he got really excited and it led to him basically pushing her down on the sofa with Kamui looming over her.

''A sleepover sounds reaaaaally fun! I'd love to spend the night! We can do that whenever you want! I love that!'' The idea made him so happy, although when looking down at her... Kamui couldn't help but lean in to kiss her. His own lips gently brushing against her gloss covered ones, lingering for a bit before pulling back.

''Sorry, I got... really excited. I always wanted to stay over but I wasn't sure if you'd be up for the idea.'' Kamui laughs before nuzzling into her neck affectionately,

''I'm not sure if I do snore, but if I do... you're not allowed to say anything or I'll bully you more. Maybe I'll check out those books you got so flustered over and see how perverted they are so I can tease you about it.'' He meant every word of that, since he loved seeing her blushing expression. Kamui couldn't wait to have their first sleepover, it sounded great from what she mentioned. Maybe sleeping in her apartment, with her nearby might help him sleep better.

''What kind of junk food are we talking about? Can it just be anything like maybe pocky, taiyaki, stuff like that?'' Of course, he was most concerned over what to eat. But overall, he was just happy he'd get to stay with Namida for an entire night. Seeing her face first thing in the morning sounded like the best thing ever. He could even surprise her with breakfast too. ''I hope you know... visiting you makes me the happiest guy ever. You make it so easy to not worry about anything just from being around me.'' His lips pressed themselves against her cheek.

''Spending time with you makes me soooo happy, so I'm really looking forward to this. ♡''

[honeythistle]

This isn't my normal miniature project but I had purchased this wreath form last winter with the intention of making some sort of christmas wreath with it... and as the new year dawned with that wreath still unmade, I realized that I should probably figure out something else to do with the form. Hence, this odd little pompom creation to celebrate a couple of life events in the last year. I'm outlining my process below just in case anyone else is interested in making this style of wreath as well :)

The form is made from chipboard, and I first painted it in acrylic.

I then attached some handmade pompoms to it via good old glue gun, and some firmly tied knots.

I made some leaves from felt and wire, to make the fronds poseable - there's a short video of the process on my instagram (2nd slide in the post carousel). This is probably... the lengthiest part of the whole process since I embroidered the middle of each leaf first (on both sides), then stitched the two sides of each leaf together, sandwiching the wires inbetween.

Next I made a little house from matboard - the stuff used for framing. I've really latched onto this material for a lot of crafty uses, since it is sturdy, easy to cut, and also takes on paint well since it's essentially a thick block of pressed paper.

To create the two little proteas, I took a piece of cardstock paper (used for the printer essentially), and painted it in red acrylic on both sides. Then I dry brushed some light pink and white paint across the paper, again on both sides.

When the paper was thoroughly dry, I snipped tiny petals from it and used them to cover a central form that I made from polymer clay. I didn't want to construct the whole flower from paper since I needed it to be a bit more robust... something that could take a few knocks or falls without breaking or deforming, so polymer clay was my choice. If I had any foam around, I might have tried to use that since the clay is a bit heavier than preferred, but all in all, it worked out.

The petals were glued on in layers, and I also added a thin light streak to each petal afterwards to really help differentiate them from previous layers.

Lastly, I added some leaves to the stem, making sure to shape them around a pen first. You can kind of see the wire of the stem poking out the bottom - this is intentional! That's what I used to attach the proteas to the chipboard frame. I drilled a small hole (the exact size of the wire) into the frame where I wanted the flowers to go, and then pushed the wire in with some super glue. There was still a bit of wire poking through the other side, which I bent against the frame to really hold the protea in place :)

The wire-poking-through-frame is largely the method I used to attach the felt leaves and the house as well. With the leaves, I wrapped the wires a couple times around the frame after gluing them in, just for extra security.

And that's it! Not quite a tutorial (that would have been very lengthy), but hopefully a clear enough explanation for recreating something along these lines. I plan to hang this wreath year round, as opposed to the original plan of a christmas wreath ^_^

[on1tea]

𓏲 ₊˚⊹ ෆ꙳⟡˚𓈒I want to surprise my darling with care packages with gifts and treats I picked out just for him. Handmade paper flower bouquets, homemade cookies, cakes, and pogača bread, handwritten notes doused in perfume, rose petals and figurines.. each having a note for anytime he needs a lil boost of happiness..𓈒𓏸◞♡‧₊˚

[plum-taffy]

💒?

I was hoping I’d get this one!! This is going to be super long (and include pictures) so yeah 👍 I haven’t been to a wedding before, and the only time I’ve planned one was for my high school one act last year, so hopefully this isn’t too janky. The photos are just to give a general idea of what I'm talking about ^^ Many don't match completely with what I describe

The Location:

-Camp Campbell itself. No doubt about it. Those mfs are sentimental bitches.

-They would have the ceremony by the lake and the reception in the activities field in one of those massive tents.

-For some reason, I imagine them getting married in November. I wanted a summer wedding but felt like it would have been a bit difficult for them to handle the kids along with all of the arrangements that come with planning a wedding.

-So, I thought it’d be super cute if David and Max had them do some kind of activity that could later be used in the wedding for decoration. So like, have the campers make origami wreaths to be used as certain pieces on tables/origami flowers for the arbor, or maybe a few draw a picture of Max and David to be given as wedding gifts. David thinks it's super adorable, Max likes that it saves them money.

-And they definitely send out the wedding photos to the campers afterward!

Decoration:

-The whole color scheme is dark green, white, and beige with some blue thrown in.

-A lot of the decor is handmade, mostly because they like the kind of homey feeling all the handmade stuff gives the wedding, but also it means they can put the unspent money towards a better honeymoon

-All the flowers were given to them by the flower scouts, who are more than pleased to help out with a wedding. White Peonies and Lisianthus are the flowers of choice for their arbor, and the origami flowers are scattered throughout to give it a pop of color

-The chairs are basic white beach chairs, with the outer ones having small paper flower bouquets the campers made tied to them

-The arbor sits in between the two docks and has petals scattered around it. Some burlap ribbons are probably tied around the dock posts for added decor

-In the tent, the ceiling is covered in string lights and fake garland

-Lots of potted plants ^^

-The tables were dragged out from the mess hall and have flower vases and candles lining them (The candles smell like vanilla!)

-The tables also have a long white tablecloth going down the center with a dark green one on top

-The flower vases are filled with more Peonies and Lisianthus, although they have the added additions of baby breath, boxwood stems, and cornflower

-Of course, all the tables have the origami wreaths laid out in between vases

-The plates and cutlery are pretty basic, but the cutlery is wrapped in cloth with some more cornflowers attached!

-There’s a small table for the cake in the upper center of the room, near the dance floor

-A white tarp is laid down for the makeshift dance floor

-There are a few plastic tables pushed together with more tablecloths on top so that guests have an area to put the food they brought down

Attendance:

-Pretty small wedding. It has the OG campers and some of their parents, Campbell and QM, some of the old flower scouts (some of which are now garden mothers), Penelope, maybe the woodscouts, and some other unnamed friends and OCs

-Gwen is David’s best man (woman?). Still haven’t really come up with a concrete headcanon for his family, so she also walks him down the aisle

-Neil is Max’s maid of honor (He won in rock paper scissors against Nikki) and also walks Max down the aisle

-Nikki gets to be the ring bearer, though! I love the idea of her walking down the aisle, Max and David wondering where the rings are, then she whistles, and a massive grey wolf appears with the pillow on its head

-No flower girl yet, but I do like the idea of Gwen eventually having a kiddo of her own, so maybe they would be the flower kid, but I also really like Preston doing it too lol

-Your OC is their groomsman or bridesmaid! :D

-Dolph does a live painting of the reception, which he later gives them as a wedding gift

-Harrison probably does some tricks for entertainment during the night

-A lot of people in attendance help set up everything

-Nurf does a lot of the moving stuff, in addition to wood scouts and Campbell

-The flower scouts help with makeup and hair, in addition to bringing over the flowers

-Dolph, Preston, Nerris, Space Kid, and Ered help create a lot of the decorations

-Some of the members go around to help set tables or lay out chairs or place up the lights

-There are a few things that require actual professional help, but most of the wedding is done by David and Max with everybody else.

Attire:

-David wears a classic black suit, with a green tie and a Lisianthus in his breast pocket. His ring is very simple. A gold band with leaves molded on either side of the certain gem (probably an Emerald)

-For Max, I was a bit more conflicted about his outfit. However, Kiteacups (was that their name? I can’t remember 😭) had this really great drawing of Max in a white and blue Sherwani(?), so I’d go with that. If I can find the picture I’ll add it 👍 His ring is also gold but with a more flower shape gem placement and sapphire as the gem

-He also has a green and blue bouquet that he holds while walking down the aisle

-For Neil and Nikki, and any other maids of honor, they have on blue!

-Neil:

-Nikki:

-And Gwen and the groomsman are in green!

-Gwen:

-The guests are in varying shades of beige, green, and blue.

-Lots of gold jewelry. Many women wear flats because of the grassy/sandy terrain, but some of the flower scouts stick it out with heels

Food:

-More or less a potluck, with a bit of catering

-Max definitely caters Indian food there while David has vegetarian options

-Lots of side dishes and drinks are brought in

-Campbell brings over some of his alcohol from his cellar. QM would also attempt but immediately be shot down because lord knows you’d take a sip of his stuff and end up with liver failure

-Their wedding cake is large and three-tiered. It is very simple, with white buttercream, non-toxic flowers, and a little drawing that one of the campers made as the topper

-Lots of cupcakes too, with the same buttercream and edible white sugar flowers

-They are vanilla flavor ^^

Songs:

-Country music is playing, thanks to David. He’d probably break out the guitar and force everybody to sing the camp song and sing a love song to Max toward the end of the night

-While David has all the romance and slow songs, Max definitely has all the dance songs playing

-Lots of rap, some indie music, maybe a bit of the 2010s pop songs (I like it, alright.) Overall, just a lot of upbeat, makes you want to dance music

-No DJ, but they do have speakers and Max’s laptop that they play music on. People can go up to it and put a song in the queue

-As for the song they dance to… idk 😭 There are so many options like Never Knew I Needed, Take My Name, La Da Dee, Parachute, When I Said I Do, All of Me, etc. However, I think I’ll have to go with Marry You by Bruno Mars as it was the song one of my fics was based on.

-For the ‘Father-Daughter dance’ Max drags Nikki and Neil onto the dance floor and David does the same to Gwen when it’s his turn. Max enjoys it way more

Honey Moon:

-It’s technically a part of the wedding

-I like to think that they go up to Alaska and rent a VERY nice cabin up in the mountains

-Lots of skiing, hiking, a bit of fishing, and definitely watching the northern lights

-Just cozy vibes. Fireplace-going, home-cooked meals, cuddling under blankets

-They stay for about a week or two. Some days they spend the entire day away from the cabin and others they don’t even get out of bed

-Max takes a lot of photos

Other miscellaneous stuff:

-Campbell sets off fireworks (illegally) at the end of the night

-When Max does the bouquet toss, Preston gets it. You better believe there was some pushing and shoving from everybody involved

-QM officiates the wedding

-When Max isn’t super busy, he takes photos on his own camera. He’d do the entire wedding himself if he wasn’t, ya know, the one getting married

-In the future, the campers learn that if they want to get out of an activity, just ask David about his wedding

-The platypus is there. Idk what it does but she’s there

-It goes on until far into the morning

-David is a groomzilla. He wants to make sure everything if perfect for his and Max’s special day. Gwen has to help him calm down a lot

-A lot of the DIY stuff they used they also keep. Probably show their future kid (Jai!) all of it, along with wedding photos and videos

-Neil and Nikki were fighting hard for the MOH spot until Max had to put a stop to it. A game of RPS was decided and Neil won. Nikki is pretty pleased as ring bear though

-QM gives David some ‘fatherly’ advice before the wedding or attempts to. David is a bit confused afterward

-They eventually have their rings turned into necklaces, so they can’t be lost as easily or get caught on something

-Wedding gifts go:

Campbell: Really expensive whiskey

QM: A good luck charm

Gwen: Tickets for a hockey game when they go to Alaska

Neil: A new coffee maker

Nikki: A windchime

Dolph: The live reception painting

Nerris: An enchanted wedding ring box

Preston: Homemade knitted Blanket

Space Kid: Snow globe, but with a wedding inside

Nurf: Wooden welcome sign (hand carved)

Ered: Money

Harrison: Nature pillows

-Too lazy to think of the rest, so probably just a lot more money and house necessities

[tharkilm]

i adore your boys so much, they're just do charming and i can't deny getting all blushy cuz of your writing which i have been binge reading! just wanted to drip an ask about how would grim and lilac react with handmade gifts made specifically for them? (like say paper or crocheted flowers for grim or small patches for lilac for his scarf or jacket?)

Grim: Crocheted flowers… It’s a rare moment where you’ll see Grim’s face turning strangely serious, though in every positive sense of the word. He breathes silently for a moment, a conscious effort that has seemingly become unconscious due to the amount of time he spends with you, and his sockets seem to turn aglow with light as small ripples of blue magic form at the bottom of them; slowly trailing down his cheeks as they build up more and more.

“What beautiful flowers…” he says, voice deep with emotion as he carefully trails a single phalange over the crocheted petals. He’s overcome by what you’ve done for him, and although you might not understand the full meaning of such a wonderful gift, Grim will ensure that you’ll see how much he appreciates and cherishes them. Truly, they become his greatest treasures, coming up right behind you, of course.

Lilac: His hand will thoughtlessly rub against a hole in his jacket as he looks at the patches you’ve given him. While he may not use them on the scarf, as he’s unwilling to alter it in any way, he’ll really want you to sew the other ones onto his jacket. Seeing you work the seams is fascinating, and the way you handle the project is endearing and sweet. You really don’t have to handle his jacket with such care, but… it warms his soul to see you do it, nonetheless.

The patches become more than what they really are. True, they’ve extended the life of his jacket by preventing the holes from tearing any further, but your intent is now sewn in along with the patches, and so a part of you is forever going on with him. Beneath his hood, he is smiling softly to himself as he trails a hand over a certain patch; one not quite matching the colour of his jacket, but thus it becomes even more wonderful.

[godkilller]

❝ Happy birthday, Gin. ❞

The words accompanied the placement of three boxes - which had been an unintentional thing initially - upon the low table in his own quarters, knowing how well Gin seemed to prefer his rooms at the Fifth over his own at the Third. It was early enough before dinner (and oh, how Aizen had plans for said dinner) that he felt no shame in providing the gifts now. He had wrapped all three boxes in furoshiki, all three with distinct patterns printed on the soft, light silk that the captain favored when distributing gifts from his own hands. A rare enough thing, those gifts, and presented to specific individuals. But never had he forgotten Gin's birthday since they'd first met; every year on the mental calender he kept, he ticked the days down and waited with firm patience to present the gifts unto his partner.

The smallest box, of a long and rectangular shape, was wrapped in paper patterned with a pale motif of white flowers against a lavender background, the edges of the petals outlined with violet, a simple twine string keeping it neatly shut. The second one was larger, a square wrapped with dark green fabric that could make a lovely scarf if Gin ever desired it, with paler greens and yellows manifesting in the shape of koi. It was, despite its size, nearly as light as the smallest of the boxes. The third box was heavier, however, and wrapped in a cloth that rippled with patterns of silver and blue; both of which seemed somehow to match Gin's own coloration.

❝ I hope you'll enjoy them. ❞

The first box, the rectangular one, was a box with brass hinges on one edge, along with a tiny clasp on the shorter end to help ensure it remained shut. Within laid a kiseru in a bed of dark silk, long and elegant; something that would look at home within that hand bestowed with lengthy fingers. The mouthpiece was the traditional silver as was the bowl, but both had been decorated. There was a depiction of a serpent's tail entwining itself around the mouthpiece, the craftsmanship professing of dozens - perhaps even more - hours of dedicated work with tiny goldsmith's tools used to etch the scales into place; they were even beveled, catching and reflecting the light depending on angle, shadowed where they were not level with the metallic surface. The bowl and its portion of the stem held the rest of the snake, it left to circle up the stem and over it with its head nearly touching upon its own body, the scales here no less detailed but level with the surface so as not to have tobacco ash caught within and thus have to be cleaned out on a regular basis.

It was truly proof of handmade beauty, and the long lacquered section of the pipe was no less impressive for where the bowl and mouthpiece were but parts of the snake, the rest of the body was to be found there, where a brush fine as a few hairs had carefully defined the scales in gold that stood out against the sable field of the pipe itself, cunningly matching where the segments of the snake upon mouthpiece and bowl were set into place. Three pouches of already shredded tobacco were to be found tucked into the box as well, along with cleaning implements for Gin's sake, with four more stems, all painted as well with the same care and diligence set for later use tucked into bands of dark velvet against the lid of the box which was equally meant to be a case for it. The second box, the square one, held another yukata for Gin; where the last one had been an array of purples, this one featured an ombre of white darkening into indigo. Contrary to how the last one had been short enough to be named indecent if Gin were to bend over ( and how Aizen loved to see him bending over in it ), this one was longer, promising to end just above his calves. But it, too, was oversized ever enough to permit the younger captain to maintain his formlessness if he so desired. The white began along the neckline of the yukata and careful application with dyes saw the color starting to change as the fabric flowed downwards and would wrap around his body.

It began as a nearly subtle darkening of shade, white becoming a nearly translucent blue, before it was a powdery shade and advancing through the spectrum to a shade that'd match the bright summer skies. From there, it started to darken to twilight blues, reminiscent of fall evenings when the air was crisp and the leaves fiery shades or orange and gold against reds and brighter yellows, when the leaves would be changing hues. The sleeves, long enough to cover Gin's hands, were rich indigo blue, nearly black around the cuffs, as was the portion running from just above Gin's knees and down to the hemline. There was a cloud pattern picked out upon it, darker threads of silver grays standing out with a shine of their own, with accompanying waves about the lower edge of the yukata's form forming high cresting peaks. And there, in the dark indigo, a sickle moon was set to rest neatly over one thigh where it would stand out the most. It was accompanied by a sash the shade of Gin's own eyes,

When Gin's hands found that third box, though, Aizen's eyes seemed to sharpen all the more behind those glasses as he watched with anticipation, taking in the vision of those hands moving across the lid. This one was much more akin to a small box. Within were copies of some of Aizen's favorite English books, but if Gin were to pick one up and flick through the pages? He would find there were several notes and sheets of paper to be found in the pages, all carefully annotated by his own hand, his writing still distinct as ever; precise and utterly neat. There were guides on how to pronounce the words, phonetically, as well as translations that captured the spirit of what was being said on those exterior notes. Beneath those books? A far more special prize; jars of dried persimmons were to be found, at least four, sealed up and promising a sweet snack for the younger man to indulge in if he ever so wished to do so.

Finally, Aizen smiled and moved, shifting to lean closer to Gin before seeking a kiss and a soft murmur against his mouth. ❝ Happy birthday; I was thinking I'll take you out to dinner wherever you like. And afterwards, I would love to start off with a massage. I would like to spoil you, Gin, as much as I can. ❞

A pause, before Aizen's lips twitched into a faint smirk. ❝ Though, if you can't decide? ... we could always go back to the yakiniku restaurant. ❞

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AIZEN SOUSUKE WAS A THOROUGH MAN, GIn often teased him about never leaving a stone unturned -- and that sentiment carried on here, now, with this array of neatly packaged presents left in waiting. Gin lowered down to kneel and sit, fanning his haori out behind him and matching Aizen's own posture (he needn't be chided for slouching) at the table. Hidden gaze briefly surveyed the three gifts before turning back to stay honed on Aizen, as though curious to see what intent laid behind the gleam of those glasses. Difficult as Aizen was to read, this endeavor felt genuine -- not overly sweet akin to a honeytrap, as though the moment he went to reach for an offered box his wrist could be snagged.

No, this seemed... good. Aizen's presence felt warm, and any lingering undertones of expectation didn't feel so insidious as to taint the gesture being made.

❝ Lookit you, bein' all proper 'n nice. What've I done to deserve this? ❞ A languid reply to Aizen's well-wishes, initially, and Gin couldn't help but tilt his head at the matter -- a subtle tease inbound; here I thought I'd been misbehaving as of late, an unspoken murmur that prodded at Aizen's nape akin to scaled coils draped around that proud neck. They had their skirmishes, particularly given Aizen's more forceful desires and Gin's subsequent stubborn evasions.

Nevertheless, slender hands reached to delicately tug upon the first gift's wrappings, undoing the neatly tied twine with a single gesture. The paper crinkled gently aside, Gin wasn't childishly overeager and tearing across the pristine wrapping, no, he was slow and soft with his motions. The small box was a dead giveaway for what the gift within was before he even opened it with a flip of that clasp. Yes, kiseru-length in nature, he wasn't surprised by the gift -- but the craftsmanship and customization certainly brought Gin to a pausing halt.

❝ H'oh, tired of me stealin' yours, huh? ❞ A playful quip, smile wide, whilst fingers traced the texture of the serpent imprinted onto the pipe's bowl and mouthpiece. ❝ Where'd you have this made? It's awfully pretty. ❞ He knew of no craftsmen that did such work, at least in the Seireitei. There was no use for such a skill to craft a luxurious item in the Rukongai, either. So perhaps Aizen did it himself, which wouldn't surprise Gin if it turned out he had -- the man was a perfectionist and overachiever, of course he'd go and learn a new skill and master said skill on a mere whim.

Gin gently lowered the pipe down back into its nest of silk and clasped the box shut once more, knowing he'd soon revisit it once the other presents were unveiled properly, too. The second box beckoned, and once that, too, was tugged open -- well, Gin couldn't help but coo as he dipped his hands down both to tug the yukata out of its neatly folded state, lifting it about halfway upwards to admire the fabric and design.

❝ Ahhh, this one's so elegant. Gonna haveta bump th' kiseru down a notch on th' prettiness scale. Thank you. ❞ A light commentary whilst Gin immersed himself in inspection and subsequent admiration, enjoying those vibrant and beautiful gradients of color, the mountains, the clouds, that sickle moon -- a gorgeous design. ❝ I'll put it on after dinner, wouldn't wanna risk spillin' somethin' on this one. ❞

That said, Gin gently folded the garment back down, neatly smoothing the fabric to settle into its box once more. Set aside, he moved onward to the third and final gift.

❝ Oh, for a second I thought it was gonna contain a buncha your horny poetry. ❞ Flirting quips aside, Gin lifted up the books and their accompanying notes, translations, and aids in pronouncing the words inscribed in Aizen's neat and orderly handwriting. The task at hand seemed rather obvious, then. ❝ You'll haveta endure me tryin' to read these out loud to ya later, hm? ❞ Flashing a more cheeky grin at that, Gin proceeded to let out a little noise of surprise and excitement, setting aside the books in favor of reaching for those persimmon jars. ❝ Fuck yeah -- ❞

Was he already opening one up to snatch a snack for himself prior to dinner? Why yes, yes he was. A few chews in and the glorious sweetness savored, Gin beamed a brighter, less teasing smile the other man's way. ❝ These're great gifts, cap'n Aizen -- Thank you. ❞ The subsequent kiss that followed was soft, short, and Gin couldn't help but grin against those lips. He freshly tasted of persimmons, something he was sure Aizen wouldn't mind.

They lingered close afterwards as Gin let Aizen murmur his plans, another soft coo of intrigue at the mentions of a massage caused Gin to peek one eye open, peering through silver strands. How luxurious indeed, these birthday gifts.

But the mentions of a particular restaurant brought Gin to shift, as though wanting to squirm out from under the abrupt intensity of that gaze, retreating back a scoot or two. He proceeded to lightly smack Aizen in the face with the dark green fabric meant to work as a fourth gift; a scarf, thrown swiftly. Nothing terribly damaging, he doubted he'd even move those black-framed glasses a centimeter askew. ❝ -- you were doin' so well, too, before ya jus' had to get all smug. ❞

A huff, then a grin stretched back out as Gin moved to straighten up into a stand, swaying, hands delving to hide into the lengthy black sleeves of his uniform -- ❝ As good as yakiniku sounds, I got somethin' else in mind. C'mon, don't let up now, Sousuke... y'still gotta spoil me a lil more to get whatcha want. ❞