#how to grow clematis

[fooltofancy]

picked up some scraggly as hell plants (late) ostensibly for the porch, but i'm v glad i didn't ziptie the trellis up there yet cause lenore immediately ate them.

...... downstairs entry plants. i guess.

[marvelstoriesepic]

Tattoo Me in Flowers

Pairing: Tattoo Artist!Bucky x Florist!Reader

Summary: Bucky gave you a flower tattoo weeks ago. Since then, he keeps coming to your shop for the real ones - or just you.

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: flirty Bucky; Bucky is smitten; tattoos; mentions of tattooing

Author’s Note: This was such a sweet request, thank you so much, my dear!! I hope you’ll enjoy ♡

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The bell above the door sings your name again.

It’s late morning and the sun is inviting itself in and spilling all over the petals of your daffodils. The shop smells like spring came home and took off its shoes.

You’re wrist-deep in a bucket of eucalyptus, sorting stems by instinct, not logic, when you hear him.

The creak of boot soles against your old wooden floor.

The soft clear of his throat.

You don’t have to look up. You know it’s him.

Bucky Barnes, with arms like poetry carved into muscle and a stare that should be illegal in daylight. But seriously, the sun lights him up as if it doesn’t know how to behave around him.

“Hey, sunshine,” he greets you, as if you’re the bright thing in this room.

“Hey, Bucky,” you say lightly, brushing your hands on the hem of your apron, trying not to let your heartbeat spill out of your mouth.

With that charmingly crooked smile, he leans his forearm against the counter, careful not to touch the bouquet you made earlier, but close enough to smell the freesia.

In his other hand, he’s holding a small pot. Something purple and dramatic with curling petals. Clematis. A climbing thing. The kind of flower that grows fast and reaches high and needs something to hold onto.

“Someone’s got a green thumb now?” you tease, nodding to the flower.

His grin grows shameless. “Thought it looked lonely. Figured it might like some company.”

You laugh. Feather-light and blooming. And Bucky’s eyes sparkle. His grin widens.

He’s been coming into your shop more times than not since he spent those three hours giving you the most breathtaking tattoo on your shoulder a few weeks ago.

And every time he had a new excuse as to why he was here.

And every time he pretended as if he was only here for the flowers.

I think I need something for… a neighbor. She’s got a cat. Or a baby. I don’t really know.

My friend just moved into a new apartment. Thought he could use some decorative plant, what’d you think, sunshine?

Bucky doesn’t move, just watches you take the pot from his hands, fingers grazing his for one too-long second. Your skin remembers him, remembers the heat of his palms steadying your arm, the buzz of the tattoo machine, his voice like river stones rolling smooth and easy while he asked if the pressure was okay and wanted to hear you talk about your shop. How you fell in love with petals instead of people.

It was roses and marigolds and wild things inked across your shoulder blade, and he listened as if he was genuinely interested.

He was. He still is. That’s why he’s coming by so often.

“So,” he starts, leaning against the counter with a casual elegance that is anything but. “How’s it healing?”

And there’s the question you’ve been waiting for. Because he’s been asking every time he came into your shop.

You try to hide the smile, but your face doesn’t cooperate.

“It’s healing nicely,” you answer with a warmth in your voice. “It’s looks really beautiful, Bucky.”

He nods, pleased. There is a gleam in his eyes, in his smile.

“You took it like a champ,” he states earnestly. “Didn’t even flinch.”

“I did flinch,” you remind him, smiling a little shyly, taping down the wrapping paper and tying it with a silk ribbon.

But Bucky shakes his head, dipping it just slightly, maybe in shame, maybe in guilt, maybe in embarrassment. “Nah, that was my fault. Shouldn’t have flirted with you while tattooing your back.”

You could flirt with me now, is laying on the tip of your tongue but then you meet his gaze again. Mistake. Or maybe not. His eyes are the chaos that stirs the sky, steel and soft thunder, and he’s looking at you as if you’re the only thing in the room that’s blooming.

A breathless laugh escapes you and you turn back to the pot that is already nicely packed up. “Don’t worry about it. I didn’t mind the flirting.”

You feel Bucky’s gaze. The way he studies you, as if you’re one of his sketches, and he hasn’t figured where to draw the next line yet.

There’s a pause, but it’s not awkward or rushed. It’s just filled with things. The way he keeps finding reasons to stop by. The way you keep letting him. The way your shop smells of eucalyptus and fresh-cut roses and something more now - something electric that carries his name in the air even after he leaves.

“You’ve been taking care of it,” he says, something underlying his tone. Something soft. But he means the tattoo. You know he means the tattoo. It tingles at your back.

“Of course I have.” Your fingers adjust the bow, but your thoughts are tangled somewhere else entirely. “I’m not going to ruin your art.”

“Wasn’t just the tattoo I was worried about.”

And it’s soft, the way he says it. Not casual, not flirty. Just soft.

Something inside you blossoms wild and sudden and a little bit dangerous.

Clearing his throat, he picks up a single stem - a pale pink dahlia.

“This one. What’s it mean?” he asks curiously.

You swallow, letting yourself speak in the language that’s easiest for you. “Dahlia means strength. Grace under pressure. Inner dignity.”

He nods once. Slowly. Considers it. Places the information in a box inside his head.

Then he sets it down and picks another.

“And this?”

“Ranunculus. Charm. Attraction. Like…” You refrain from clearing your throat, but your breath is lodged somewhere and won’t come up that easily. “I find you captivating, but I don’t want to say it out loud”

He holds your eyes, something swirling in those too-blue eyes. “Good to know,” he hums. “Why don’t you wrap me up eight of those, sunshine, and three of the others?”

He says it casually. But you wrap the flowers deliberately, knowing this is a game he’s playing. A slow, drawn-out thing. He’s patient. You’ve learned that about him.

While you care for his flowers, he walks a slow, wandering circle around the shop, fingers ghosting over petals, letting them breathe around him. He’s gentle, always. Even with all that strength curled in his arms.

Brushing his fingers over a petal, he speaks up again. “You know,” he says, and it’s too nonchalant again. “I’ve been meaning to ask… You ever do custom arrangements? Like, if a guy wanted something special. For, uh, a friend?”

You raise a brow. “What kind of special?”

He doesn’t look at you. Just shrugs. Shrugs as if it costs him nothing. “Something that says, I hope your day is as pretty as you are, and maybe we should get coffee sometime, no pressure, just casual, unless you want pressure, then-”

You laugh, breaking it before he can go on and his voice can drift too much toward nervousness. “Bucky.”

“Yeah?” He looks at you now, but his eyes are shifty, his hands are flexing, his stance is wavering.

“You don’t need to buy flowers to ask me out.”

He stills. Then his smile grows slow and real and brilliant, blooming like the tattoo on your shoulder, like the petals he’s been coming back for again and again.

You breathe. You bloom.

“Okay,” he says, and he’s beaming. “But I still want the flowers.”

“You really don’t need to-”

“But I wanna, sunshine,” Bucky interrupts, returning to the counter and grinning at you with bright eyes. “They’re for you, after all.”

Your cheeks warm up.

And when you try to hand him the bouquet, he only closes his fingers around yours, squeezes softly, and guides your grip to a vase on the counter.

You feel his touch all the way to where your skin still holds the memory of his ink.

Bucky takes his time with placing the flowers in the vase between you two, large and calloused fingers staying on yours, thumbs brushing your skin. With another slow squeeze, he pulls back again.

Your cheeks are on fire at this point.

And with a smirk on his lips and a fond adoration in his eyes, he leaves with the promise that next time when he comes in - and you know he will - you’ll let him stay longer.

Long enough for coffee.

[minminbunny]

ABO AU - Alpha! Hwang Hyunjin/Omega! Gender Neutral Reader

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"I'm going to be late," you whined, grabbing your art supplies as you sprinted to the studio. Hyunjin hummed, setting up the object models while he waited. You barged into the studio, "Sorry!" you exclaimed, catching your breath. Hyunjin chuckled, handing you a towel, "Relax. We have all day, pup," he said, ruffling your hair. You exhaled deeply, wiping the sweat off your skin. Hyunjin took your supplies and set them up, "There's water by the table, take a sip and we can start," he said, priming his canvas. You did as told and drank the water, "What's our model this time?" you asked, taking a seat next to him. Hyunjin hummed, "The Clematis flower, it's the symbol for beauty of the heart," he said, painting the background of his canvas. You nodded, "That's quite the meaning," you said, slowly feeling yourself get attached to the project. "Right? It would be interesting to see how we interpret it in our styles," he said, making gentles strokes with his brush. You did the same, letting the flow of the moment guide you when your neck get warm, "Shit," you murmured, trying to rub off your scent.

Hyunjin perked up, his nose flooded with the scent of thick jasmine and mint. You pulled up your hood, "Sorry, Hyun. I forgot my suppressor," you said, tightening the string into a bow. Hyunjin shook his head, "It's alright, pup. I can handle it," he said, crossing his legs to hide his obvious bulge. You beamed, "Thank you, Jinnie," you said, continuing your painting. Hyunjin gulped, his adam's apple bobbing hard against his throat, 'Think gross things, a stinky sock, Gymracha after a workout, fuck, fuck, I can't do this,' he thought, clenching his jaw. He gripped his paintbrush tight and gently placed it down so it doesn't spook you, "I think I need some fresh air, puppy," Hyunjin said, standing up. You nodded, "Oh, okay. I'll just be here," you said, cleaning your brush.

NSFW BELOW CUT

Hyunjin fauxed a smile and waddled his way to the upstairs. He pushed the door open and slumped himself against the wall, "Holy shit, their scent is everywhere," he whined, tugging down his sweatpants. Hyunjin hissed, instantly wrapping his slender fingers around his lengthy cock. His cockhead leaked down his shaft, slicking up his palm with precum. "Hah, puppy. So sweet and warm," he gasped, stroking his cock in a relentless pace. His knot throbbed at the neglect, aching to fill up an Omega's tight ribbed hole but his fist would have to do. You raised an eyebrows, wondering what's taking Hyunjin so long, "Hyun?" you called out, making your way up the stairs but no reply. Hyunjin pumped his cock, his head tossed back against the wall without a care of being caught. You pushed out the door, shivers went down your spine at the strong scent of musk and skin slapping rang through your ears. "Fuck, fuck, fuck, puppy. Please suck my cock," he babbled to himself not realizing you were right there.

You gulped, kneeling between his legs, the tip of his cock begging to releasing. 'Should I do this?' You thought, hesitant of succumbing to the lust. Hyunjin groaned out your name, his eyes shut tight as his back arched. 'Fuck it,' you thought, wrapping your lips around his messy cockhead. "Hah, ah, ah?" he gasped, staring down at you with hooded eyes. You grabbed the base of his cock and bobbed your head up and down his shaft. Hyunjin gritted his teeth, "Fuck!" he cried out, wrapping his fingers through your hair as he began thrusting up your throat. You exhaled through your nose, taking as much as his cock down your throat. "Good puppy, so fucking tight," he growled, using your throat like a flesh light. You felt your head spin, your lips barely grazing the growing knot. "Deep breaths, love," he grit, pushing your head down his cock. Your whined around his shaft, your cheeks stretched to accommodate his pulsing knot. Hyunjin growled, his flared cockhead breaching your throat with a squelchy pop, "That's it, good puppy. So good," he whispered, stroking your hair when he came. You swallowed as much as you could, his knot had your jaw locked in position and it was slowly getting sore. Hyunjin hummed, stroking your jaw, "I know, little omega. I know. It'll swell down soon, Alpha promise," he reassured, pampering kisses all over your messy face.

[heaven4lostgirls]

prompt: clematis @moonwater-microfic wc: 758

an: remus wouldn’t know how to accept help if it hit him in the face (he’s so me lol) + my abuse of italics will be studied for years to come

Remus wakes to the beeping of the heart monitor and sterile smell of the hospital room he’s residing in.

His body aches as small movements cause sharp pain to rush to his skull and through his joints.

He blinks blearily as he lets out a groan.

The sound must alert the people in his room that he’s awake because the next time he’s successfully able to open his eyes, he can make out four figures watching him around his bed.

James, Peter and Sirius all watch him in varying stages of pity and worry but Regulus? Regulus looks like he’s simultaneously going to put Remus back into the hospital and cry until his breath gives out.

“Why’re you all looking at me like I died?” Remus jokes weakly, coughing immediately after as his throat is dry and scratchy.

Moving as if on autopilot, Regulus reaches for the unattended glass of water on Remus’ bedside table before helping him sip it through the straw.

“You idiot,” Sirius hisses before James and Peter both turn to look at him in varying stages of horror.

“Sirius!” James admonishes before turning quickly to look at Remus with a strained smile “he doesn’t mean that!” The bespectacled boy reassures Remus.

Remus snorts before he’s softly hit by Regulus who stares at him with a harsh glare, “He’s right!” Regulus mutters darkly.

The atmosphere quickly turns darker in a moment, tension brewing as Remus and Regulus lock gazes, neither one of them backing down.

“Alright, we’re just gonna-” Peter says nervously, smiling weakly before tugging James and Sirius out of the room as they both try to voice their complaints before being silenced as Peter tightens his grip on their arms, tugging harsher.

Regulus closes his eyes tightly and blows out a breath as soon as the door closes.

“You were supposed to call,” Regulus grits out, opening his eyes to glare harshly at Remus.

Remus opens his mouth to interrupt but the glare he’s met with, makes him shut his jaw.

“I left and you told me you’d call me if it got worse, but instead my brother-who only came by because you ditched him-calls me from the hospital to let me know my husband is in the emergency room for pneumonia!” Regulus declares incredulously and Remus winces at the volume.

Regulus takes another deep breath, “so,” he exhales, deathly calm “would you like to explain why you didn’t call me?” He offers, gaze unwavering, daring Remus to lie to him.

Remus frowns, tugging at the thin blanket on his lower half, “I don’t know,” he decides, biting his lip as he refuses to make eye contact with Regulus.

“That’s not fair,” Regulus says weakly, voice crackly which has Remus lifting his head hesitantly to see tears welling up in Regulus’ eyes.

Remus makes a wounded sound, reaching out a hand to hold Regulus who retracts from him.

Remus’ hand stays in the air, painfully aware of the growing distance between him and his husband.

“You don’t get to say you don’t know, we’ve been married for two years, I’ve helped you through everything but you didn’t bother to call me and let me know you weren’t getting better?” Regulus whispers softly, sniffling and scrubbing at his face with his hands.

“Archie-” Remus chokes out with a wobbly voice.

Regulus shakes his head, “I brought you flowers you know? Those stupid purple ones you like that we can only find in town-” Regulus blubbers uselessly, hands shaking as he speaks as he heaves for breath.

“Clematis,” Remus supplies, catching sight of the flowers in front of his bed with a sad expression.

Regulus nods, wrapping his arms around his waist as he curls in on himself, sniffling harshly before looking to Remus with the most devastated expression he’s ever worn.

“What if something had happened and I wasn’t there?” Regulus cries softly.

“You-you’re so selfish!” He says with a harsh sob before he’s clambering towards Remus’ bed, climbing onto it and laying on Remus chest with a small sob.

“you can’t leave me,” Regulus sobs weakly, hands tangled into Remus’ hospital gown as if he’s going to disappear at any moment.

“I won’t survive it” he tells Remus and the sandy haired man has nothing to do but wrap his arms around his husband, pressing kisses to his head as he whispers apologies.

“I’m sorry,” he utters through his own tears, “I’m sorry Archie, I didn’t know I’m sorry” he says.

Regulus holds him tighter, unwilling to leave and Remus just keeps apologizing.

[dollyrins]

　　　WiTHERiNG BLOSSOMS ─── WHEN THE FiRST PETAL FELL

[ SYNOPSiS ] — love wasn't always easy. it was especially hard when it was unrequited. and sometimes that one sided love can grow so strong that it starts to kill you. beautifully and painfully, just like the feeling itself.

[ WARNiNGS ] — talks of the dead dad, glass breaking, nothing else i think

[ WORD COUNT ] — 1016

[ TAGLiST ] — open please send an ask or comment if you'd like to be added!

[ RAV'S RADiO ] — we are so back (i hope) Suguru sure is hard to write so i'm sorry if he seems ooc :(

“Did it have to start raining right now?” you groaned, shutting your front door. Shoko, Satoru, and Suguru were scattered about your living room couches still dressed in the school’s uniform.

“Man, I really wanted some mochi,” Gojo said, slumping down in his seat. 

Suguru patted the spot next to him and you drifted across the room to take it. “What should we do now?” you asked.

“Don’t we have a bio test tomorrow?” Shoko pointed out. Silence fell across the room before you and Gojo started speaking at the sametime. 

“Both of you shut it,” Geto said, grabbing his schoolbag. “Let’s just study for the test, we can go hangout tomorrow.” 

Following suit the four of you were crowded around the glass table in the middle of the room, the sound of pencil on paper filling the room only interrupted when someone had a question. Gojo opened his mouth more times than you could count but a sharp look and he’d shut it with a roll of his eyes. 

‘What property makes phospholipids the ideal organic molecule to make up the cell membrane?’ You stare at the question, racking through your brain for an answer when a cough builds up in your throat. 

It’s rough as always, pushing out an ugly noise as your body tries to expel whatever is irritating it. “I’ll be back,” you wheeze out, before standing up and leaving the room. 

Another cough racks through your body when you’re grabbing a glass from the cupboard a low “fuck” leaves your mouth as they don’t stop. There’s something coming up your throat and you dismiss it as phlegm while filling up water to drink. 

You take a sip yet the irritation is still there, with one hand you cup your mouth to cough into it and that thing comes out of your body. It’s light, not sticky, covered in your spit, but it’s not phlegm. 

With curiosity you peak at your hand and the glass slips from your grip and onto the ground shattering into hundreds of sharp shards.

They sit there innocent and purple, yet they are anything but. The proof of your love but also the proof that it isn’t returned. 

It’s as if an insect is buzzing around you, your brain can’t comprehend anything, and your eyes are blurry, not able to focus on anything but the petals of purple clematis. 

Someone is calling your name but you can’t bring yourself to acknowledge them, can’t tear your eyes away from the purple corolla. 

“Y/n!” The sharp snap of your name brings you out of your daze as you stare at the purple eyes of your best friend in front of you. Gojo and Shoko are behind him, but all you can focus on is how much the color of his iris matches the Clematis. 

Quickly as you can you clench your fist and hide the evidence of your love for him again like you have been for over a year now. You hope they didn’t notice anything peeking from behind your fingers. 

“Are you okay?” he asks, deep voice full of concern that makes you want to melt to the floor. 

Gathering your thoughts you suck in a deep breath before speaking, trying your best to keep the shock out of your voice, “Yeah, I’m fine. A bit shocked but fine. I’m sorry if I worried you.”

“Let me help you,” he offered, starting to make his way around the glass. 

“No!”

He flinches away, shocked at the sudden increase in volume. His eyebrows furrow and you know if you slip up even a little bit more your recently discovered secret would be revealed. “Fuck I’m sorry, can one of you just grab me a broom? I can clean it up myself,” you request.

Shoko speaks up, “I’ll get it, you two head back don’t cut yourself open.”

The black and white haired duo nod their heads before heading out and those haunting purple eyes glance over at you once more trying to break through your cover and know the truth, but you had already learnt to hide it. 

*: ･ﾟ✧

You weren’t at school. 

At 6:00 am your alarm had gone off blaring as it always did. Yet you snoozed it once, twice, before turning it off completely on the third. You weren’t sleeping, had woken up hours ago when the flowers showed up in your dreams. 

The gasp you had let out when you opened your eyes was accompanied by them. 

A soft knock at your door made you frantically sit up, making sure nothing was in sight before you said “come in”. 

Your mother entered your room, ready for her day at her job. Her brows were furrowed, as she looked at you. “You don’t want to go to school today?” she asked, voice that same soothing tone it always was. 

Tears fill up your lash line and you rapidly blink them away, never able to hide your emotions from her as you did with other people. “No.” 

“Okay,” she says, before coming to your bedside to press a kiss to your forehead. “I’ll see you when I get home sweetheart.” 

The nickname rings in your head. She’s always called you that for as long as you can remember. But it wasn’t yours alone, it was your dad’s too. The nickname she gave to her love.

You had seen them exchange words of affection, actions of it, countless times, during countless days. They’d cook together, sit so close to each other they were practically one, leave a chaste kiss on the other’s lips, dance in the living room with soft music playing. 

She’d call him her sweetheart, and he’d reply with my dear. 

You grew up wishing to find a love that was equal to theirs even in the slightest bit. One where you’d feel content, love each other endlessly until one’s time to leave arrived, and continue loving them long after their bones had settled into the ground or ashes taken back into the earth. 

But now you wonder if that was even possible.

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[tragic-ships-tournament]

Tragic Ships Tourament, Loser's Edition: Round 1

Propaganda under the cut!

Whizzvin:

"Their actors have so much chemistry In the 2016 production of Falsettos (the combination of March of the Falsettos and Falsettoland) and It Immerses you so much because they look so In love and are so playful with each other. Whizzer becomes a third father to Jason (Marvin's son) after Marvin and Mendel, and him teaching Jason baseball Is so sweet. Their little handshake greeting thing Is so Important to me, and Jason looks up to Whizzer SO MUCH. Whizzer and Marvin are so In love with each other It makes them look stupid. Marvin actually found the love of his life, and they are soulmates to me. He felt so much self hatred for so long and went through so much pain trying to pretend to be someone he wasn't, but then he met Whizzer and finally found out that love Is real. They both started becoming better people and learning how to show their love for one another and It was ripped away from them for no reason. Marvin finally looked forward to living and growing old, and Whizzer stopped fearing the Idea of being with Marvin until death tore them apart - he didn't know It would be so soon though. Whizzer dies as happy as he can be In his situation, surrounded by people who actually love him, but Marvin dies miserably. Trina, Mendel, Jason and his other friends are all probably there with him when his life ends, but he has a hole In his heart that can never be mended. At least they weren't apart for long this time."

Ivantill:

"Okay so there is this cover of the two singing My Clematis (the song from the first round) and there’s this cute little flirty banter and oh my gosh rabsbhdjrhfhf"

[shakingparadigm]

Btw have you listened to any covers by the alstg VA? Do you have any favorites ? Just got reminded bcs omg new akugetsu cover 😮!

SO FIRST OF ALL, THANK YOU. it's amazing to get this ask actually because just this morning I was drafting a post about the ALNST VAs and how good they are! They're all so talented, and they fit their roles perfectly. I truly couldn't imagine anyone else playing their roles!

Here's a favorite cover/song of mine from each VA!

(Note: These are all just based on my personal preference, and I haven't gone very deep into each VA's discography yet save for a few. These are just the covers that I listen to most frequently! Please forgive my basic ass taste btw)

Russian Roulette (Red Velvet) by Rubyeye (Mizi's VA)!

I'm gonna be honest, I'm a very simple person. Russian Roulette is just a very cute song! And I think it suits Mizi so well, all bright, bubbly and candy sweet (at least in rhythm)!

I love hearing Rubyeye's voice no matter where it is honestly, she's rather versatile! In ALIEN STAGE, Mizi often sings slower ballads (My Clematis), or in her lower, more mature voice (Ruler of My Heart). She sounds absolutely gorgeous of course, but Rubyeye's voice in more energetic songs is such a joy to hear as well!

My second favorite Rubyeye cover is actually the Mizi version of UTTE! Can you tell that I love hearing Rubyeye's more energetic covers. Can you tell yet. I know it's very unpopular, but I love Mizi UTTE so much. The way that she sings is so incredibly charming to me, she has a lot of spunk in this cover! I love how she sang "ain't nobody but!" I honestly love that lyric more in Mizi's version than I do in the original! It holds a lot of character which I adore.

Catch You Catch Me (Cardcaptor Sakura OP) by C!nah (Sua's VA)!

Once again, I am a simple person. I can't resist a cute and sweet cover.

C!nah's light and angelic voice fits so well into this song! It sounds absolutely lovely. Plus I already loved the song beforehand, so I might be a bit biased lol

C!nah's voice in general is so unique. It has such an clear and airy quality to it! They picked such a perfect voice for Sua.

My second favorite C!nah cover is Sua's version of ROMH! I adore how Sua sings like a whisper. Her voice brings such a haunting feel to the song.

LILAC (IU) City Pop Cover by 6FU;

Being honest, my favorite 6FU; song is actually Drunk and Party.

But if we're talking covers, this one might just be my favorite due to how shocked I was upon listening to it.

Hyuna has a very energetic and rough voice, with such a strong and unique tone. I was expecting it when clicking on this cover, which was why I was pleasantly surprised to hear a much smoother, calmer voice.

And it's beautiful! I haven't listened to much from 6FU; yet, so I might find some new favorites once I do. For now, I'll keep listening to this cover over and over again.

Sweet Dream (Luka Version) by BL8M (Luka's VA)!

OKAY I know this already an Alien Stage song. I don't know if it counts but I'm putting here anyway because GOD.

THE TONE AND TEXTURE OF HIS VOICE. I'M IN AWE.

Was absolutely floored listening to this for the first time. I actually ascended

BL8M is actually one of the songwriters for ALIEN STAGE, and he sang the demo for this song!

You can really hear his expertise. He owns this song.

My "the worst person you know has the voice of an angel" post was literally about this I was going insane

THE WAY HE SANG THE PRECHORUS. THE "save me please" OUHHH...

They couldn't have picked anyone better for Luka. He literally kills every song he sings.

유우리(優里) - 베텔기우스(ベテルギウス) by PARK BYEONG HOON (Ivan's VA)!

PBH's wonderfully rich and deep voice. What a blessing.

I love how soft he sounds in the beginning of most of his covers, slowly growing in intensity until he's fully expressing the song.

The ranges he uses in this cover are so nice to listen to. I love the switching between his deeper lower voice and his soft higher voice.

Thinking about Ivan's voice in CURE and how it's probably going to sound more anguished and desperate than this makes me sick btw.

Anyways please listen to this cover he deserves the support.

Um. My other favorite PBH cover is umm. uh. The short clip of a MANIAC (Stray Kids) cover he posted on Twitter.

GUYS DID YOU FUCKING HEAR THAT ONE. CAN WE PLEASE TALK ABOUT IT??!!! HIS VOICE. THE BASS. FUCK.

I actually went insane. Finally got to hear Ivan's lower, rougher voice and I was shocked to my core. Life changing.

Cistus (KOUSEI) by AKUGETSU (Till's VA)!

HERE WE ARE. MY FAVORITE.

So this technically isn't a cover. It's an original song that AKUGETSU sang vocals for. Sorry. I'm just so obsessed I needed to share it.

IT'S SOOO FUCKING GOOD. SERIOUSLY.

Of all the ALNST VA's I've probably listened to AKUGETSU the most (sorry. Till bias) and this song is still probably one of my absolute favorites from him.

JUST LISTEN TO IT. The guitar in the intro. The quieter vocals in the first verse that build up to a BURST of sound in the chorus. The way he enunciates everything is perfect.

AKUGETSU is such a seasoned singer. He really knows how to work his voice and knock a song out of the park. It's genuinely addicting.

This song is such a fucking banger. Till would sing this. GOD IM SO OBSESSED WITH THIS SONG.

Another absolute banger from AKUGETSU is his cover of I'm Invincible (Ado)! I love the way his voice moves, going high and low in the same line. He's such a dynamic singer.

I adore how AKUGETSU brings an energetic rock vibe to every song he sings. His voice is such a standout.

Sorry for the long ass answer! I love all the ALNST VAs and I really hope they continue to flourish! Thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk about them 🙏

[dokries]

seventeen as flowers - yoon jeonghan

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a/n: the second part for seventeen as flowers :D jeonghan was honestly super fun to write about surprisingly. quick disclaimer: there's no specific colour of clematis i chose for jeonghan and used only the general meanings!

i. eighteen scholars camellias (longing, longevity, faithfulness; patience and understanding)

this is going to sound superficial but we all know jeonghan is dainty, just like this camellia. however, both him and this flower have proven themselves to be strong, though in different ways: the flower is one that grows eighteen buds, hence the name, which i think requires so much power, and jeonghan himself is someone who’s improved so much over the years. he went from having no lines in their debut song to the proud vocal unit member he is now, and i could never be happier that he made that progress.

another important thing to note is that jeonghan is seventeen’s home. he’s naturally a caring person, and a place they can stay when they need to before getting back to being the best they can be. just like each bud of this intricate flower has something tucked away in it, i’m sure he stores secrets and facts about his fellow members away into his mind as well, and he pulls them out when his friends need reminders of who they are.

ii. clematis (ingenuity, cleverness, mental strength; wisdom, travel, mischief)

a big part of jeonghan is how annoying he can easily become, something that kind of contradicts his gentleness. he is one of the most clever people i know and though he uses it to his advantage like in variety shows, he usually just pranks his members (of course, i don’t need any examples of that). however, it does take a lot of strength that’s not just physical to be in his line of work.

this is a bit off topic but i often find myself wondering how he copes with the lack of privacy—the constant need to be out and promoting, and just seeming like the best person he can be on camera, which is why i’m glad jeonghan has his members by his side and vice versa. though i jokingly call him an evil man, i think that being mischievous is jeonghan’s love language and all of seventeen appreciates it, no matter how brutal he can be at times.

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[im-literally-so-dun]

My dear Clematis, you bring me all the light one could ask for. You make my world colorful, the old grayness no longer present. I can see out of all the blurriness in my life clear now; all because when I'm with you, your presence clears my own messy one. You are a Goddess walking on Earth; everywhere you go flowers bloom and everything fills with life. And I am fortunate to call you mine, since God himself blessed me with our lives intertwining. You know, my dear Clematis... I chose this nickname because the flower it is has all of your characteristics. Let me indulge in explaining that further: "The Clematis flower has multiple meanings behind it, such as mental acuity, wisdom, aspiration and mischief." and I feel like that explains you on such a deep level that the flower should be the lucky one to be your nickname. The Clematis is also a climbing vine flower, which made my choice of it even much more true. It keeps on climbing even if there are rough textures ahead or the climate is not on the sunny side. I know how tough it can be for you my Clematis, and I also know that you keep on growing and expanding no matter what, like the Clematis, no one stops you and your heart of gold. The Clematis, even though much to it's beauty; can be very toxic to humans and pets, sometimes dangerous yet still gentle and gorgeous. So even when you, my dear Clematis are deadly, I still stay to touch, breath and admire; because I don't care about the pain it'll cause me. I don't mind burning in your flames if that means I'll get to bear the scars and burns you made. I'll be the happiest most merriest to say that my dear Clematis was the one to mark me, to show off you own my soul and body. So dear Clematis, my one and only blooming flower; I just hope you know I love you and I'll love you no matter what. Let it be anything, I'll always be here to water you if you feel like drying out, and till the end I'll keep on inhaling your sweet yet deadly scent of love. Because this is not just some metaphor, you ARE my Clematis, dear. Even if you don't think so, you are. And I'll be forever thankful to God just for you.

Ma cherie… how ardently I wish I could reciprocate this adoration. How I shall strive to be worthy of this love, this title you have bestowed upon me <3

[the-habitat-ring]

2025 Garden Goals

The spring fever is hitting hard, but I’m in an everything flare right now so I’m stuck planning instead of doing. This year a lot of my goals are the same as last year since my garden plans were very, very disrupted by the string of health crises I had from May until November, but hopefully that doesn’t happen this year. Hopefully. (Please)

Get the perennial herb beds finished, transplant what I grew from seed last year, start new seeds for the things I killed, and buy any remaining herbs I need. I’ve already ordered the rosemary and French tarragon, so the only thing left is lemon thyme (and maybe lime thyme, I don’t need it but for some reason it’s captivated me)

Finish actually killing off the grass, mulching, and putting pavers down between the beds so that eventually I can get the ground covers started there

Finish clearing out all the weed barrier from the hell lasagna area and plant more hardy plants there

Find Pasiflora lutea and Clematis pitcheri vines somewhere!

Actually get some comfy patio furniture to make chilling outdoors easier even when I’m feeling like crap

Expant the native plant beds around the yard to reduce the amount of lawn even more

Plant yarrow and self-heal in the bare patches of grass to see how it works as an augment

Make herbal teas from my various plants, including echinacea, elderberry, and hyssop

Grow wine cap mushrooms on my million square feet of wood chips

Make my own tomato cages that are actually appropriately sturdy for vigorous tomatoes

Can and dehydrate more

Be more proactive/strategic/intentional about giving people fruits and veggies and letting them help out in the garden

Clear out the honeysuckle and other invasive plants that flourished last year while I was dying

Grow tall plants behind the propane tank — I’m gonna try for a mix of some native plants and hollyhocks

Grow all of my veggies from seed

Figure out how to outsmart the squash vine borers

I thiiiiiink that’s it? We shall see . . .

[bittersweet-n-smilin]

A Sudden Proposal • Arvio x Clematis • Year 3, End of Summer

Marriage Proposal/Fluff/Cuddling/Sleepover

"Arvio, will you marry me?"

It was asked on impulse, but Clematis couldn't help herself. A sleepover with your boyfriend is hardly the place or time to ask for his hand, but the words spilled out before she could stop them. They were entwined in his bed, enjoying each other's company after weeks of being too busy to spend time together. The time apart was all worth it, though. Earlier that night, they celebrated the first fruit of that labor. He had found a way to grow his sister's business and secure an investment from the richest man in the Free Cities, something he had failed miserably at before. She had seen just how much Arvio had grown and matured in the past months, and it filled her with such pride to call him hers.

She raised her head from where it was nestled in the crook of his neck, pulling away from their sleepy cuddle just enough to see his face. Even in the dim light of his bedroom, she could see the sparkle in his eyes clearly.

He was suprised, taking a few moments to simply stare at her and process her proposal. Suddenly, he sat straight up, blanket falling to his waist. "Really? You're ready? You think we're ready?" She lightly chuckled at his awe-struck expression as she rose to join him. "If you'll have me," she affirmed. A wide grin instantly broke across his face as he pulled her close and covered any bit of skin in his reach with gentle kisses. "Pinch my hand," he whispered into her, "am I dreaming? For it couldn't be in waking life that I am proposed to by someone like you." She giggled at this. Oh, her Arvio. He never failed to be so dramatic, and she loved it so much.

"Don't worry, it's real," she teased. She closed the gap between them to place a slow, loving kiss on his lips. He greedily returned her affection tenfold, smile never fading as he pecked her over and over.

"I should at least do this for you, though. Y'know, to make it realer," she said as she peeled herself away from him, leaving the bed to rummage through her bag to find the ring she had bought before the new year. It had never left her person, waiting patiently to be fit on his finger. "I can't help the overwhelming love and joy I feel by your side." Her tone became serious. Bending down on one knee, she presented a golden band adorned with a large gem, only the best for her beloved. She continued, "You are a good man, Arvio, and you've only gotten better since I met you. I want to be with you, no matter what."

He admired the ring, taking the box into his hands for a few minutes before setting it aside to focus his attention back on the love of his life. His eyes met hers again, happy tears forming as he gazed down at her. "I am the happiest man in the world," he proclaimed, his voice growing louder with excitement. "I promise to make you happy forever!"

"I believe it, goober," she giggled as she stood to settle into his lap, "and I promise to keep bettering myself for you." Her voice was tinged with a bit of guilt, something she knew he would pick up on. She had tried to propose once before in the spring, but after some self reflection and a much needed wake-up call, she couldn't go through with it. 'I want to be the best version of myself when I meet you at that altar,' she had said. He thought the same, having done some reflection of his own. Arvio had made such good progress since then, and the securement of such a grand business investment solidified it for her. She wanted to marry him as soon as possible.

"I'm sorry. I haven't made as much progress as you have. It mighta been a bit was selfish of me to propose when I haven't exactly held up my end of the deal." She tried to laugh it off, but he saw through her. He always did, and gently cupped her face in his hands.

He gave her a reassuring smile as he softly spoke, "Clemmy, you've already come so far. I see how hard you try for me- for everyone!" He rested his forehead on hers, deepening his gaze. "I'm not perfect. I never have been, so it would be cruel hypocrisy to reject you for your troubles. I know the road ahead is long, and it hasn't always been easy, but I love you too much to let that stand in the way of us. I am so proud of you, and I will always be there to support you, no matter what." He pressed a gentle kiss to her lips. Now it seemed to be her turn to form happy tears. She didn't think she deserved such a kind, gentle man, but she had him anyway.

"Y'know, this wasn't much of a proper proposal," she chuckled. "It just kinda... slipped out. I imagined this moment being a lot more romantic."

"My darling, you could ask for my hand in a landfill, and I'd still feel as if I were living a fairy tale." He adored the sweet laughter that poured from her lips. "I mean it!" This only made her laugh louder as he admired how beautiful she looked when he face was painted with joy.

"You are such a wonderful, silly man."

"Your wonderful, silly man, darling." She couldn't help but to smile wider at the cocky grin the covered his face as he spoke. He was still the same old Arvio, and nothing could bring her greater peace and comfort. He kissed her once more before he spoke again. "We can always do something special later. You've made this the best day of my life."

Smiling, she left a thankful peck on his nose before returning her head to the pillow and beckoning him to hold her once again. He complied without hesitation, holding her to his chest tighter than before. His hands rubbed her back and pet her hair, pouring all his affection into her. The woman of his dreams wanted to be his forever. He almost felt as if he couldn't sleep from the excitement, but the exhaustion from the weeks he spent toiling away, trying to become the man his family needed, had caught up to him. He was happy to finally have her in his arms as his fiancé while he drifted into a deep sleep.

Clematis would still do something grand for him, like he deserved. She was already forming a plan to decorate a little space for them on the outskirts of town, bringing him by horseback to watch the sunrise over the canyon. It would be filled with flowers and candles, and they would dance as the stars went to sleep, just as he had taught her to dance when he confessed his love. It was only fair that she return his grand confession with a grand, proper proposal. It would be the perfect start to their fairy tale ending.

[shsl-yume]

(srry for all the asks recently, I’m just kinda hyperfixating rn and also very curious and so feel the need to Ask Questions. don’t feel obligated to answer this or anything tho lol)

But, do you think if you reboot Wonderland you’d assign the cast something like Underland with flowers and Wonder’s End with Alice characters? If so, do you know what it would be?

Omg ur so good I LOVE answering questions!! Ask as many as you want I love love love them teehee....

And yes, Wonderland does already have flowers assigned because the Wonder's End characters are the Alice characters :3 (forget anything I ever said about the Wonderland characters being the alice characters it just. Didn't work). The wonder's end characters have flowers as well!

This is what I have in the 60+ page plot doc:

Mao: Hyacinth (pink = childish joy, jealousy, sincerity, apologies)

Reika: Bluebell (gratitude, humility, everlasting love)

Kai: Gladiolus (strength, faithfulness, integrity, remembrance)

Eichi: Primrose (young love, optimism, eternal love, “i can’t live without you”)

Maika: Viscaria (cheerfulness, invitations to dance)

Hiro: Daisy (purity, joy, loyalty, keeping the secrets of friends)

Felicity: Sweetpea (friendship, goodbyes, blissful pleasure)

Chiemi: Bellflower (support, gratitude, commonly associated with magic)

Asahi: Cyclamen (lasting feelings, affection, goodbyes, tenderness)

Katashi: Snapdragon (deception, apology, grace, friendship)

Konomi: Amaryllis (success in the arts, artist’s muse)

Kosuke: Carnation (fascination, distinction, striped one means “regret for a love that isn’t shared”)

Rui: Freesia (selflessness, trust, friendship)

Keiko: Lilac (has magical qualities, purity, innocence)

Namio: Amsonia (physical/mental strength, determination, endurance)

Ari: Poppy (“inability to control the worst in someone”, peace, sacrifice)

Wonder's End ones since they're not spoilery (unlike their Alice characters....) and some of them already have their flowers on their designs

Miko: Magnolia (nobility, stability, used in medicine)

Ray: Forget-me-not

Koharu: Sunflower

Sora: Iris

Aspen: Clematis

Ako: Buttercup

Reina: Bleeding heart (the flower)

Kanon: Queen of the night

Matsuri: Jade vine (wonder, intrigue, growing up without worrying about others’ emotions)

Ringo: Caper flower (caper seeds are used in cooking)

Daisuke: Skeleton flower (how his talent is fading away)

[merlucide]

WHAT ARE YOU???

*again I’m bored so, I’m telling u how I see u* Sharkie (oki)

a color I’ve associated with you: yellow-green #e1f7b7 (idk lol)

an animal: THOSE GOLDEN TIGERSSS OMG PLS AT FIRST I WAS LIKE MAYBE A PUPPY OR A BABY SEAL BUT LOOOK AT THEESE BABIES 😭

a food: fluffy pancakes with fresh cut fruits and a cup of cold water (yes, all of that)

a season: summer/autumn (idk I see both)

a song I associate with you: 1 2 3 (idk I hear them and I think about chu loll)

a time of the day: 12pm and 12am lol

a smell: lillies and pennies (don’t ask lmao 💀)

a taste: Yk that when you put your necklace chain in your mouth- and it tastes good- yeah that taste 👍👍 and blue raspberry

a part of nature: a hidden river in the woods that connects to the ocean. It has water lilies and those like those forbidden corn dogs growing there. Oh and tons of like wildlife live there too

a piece of clothing: a fuzzy sweater/hoodie that’s keeps you warm

an everyday object: a fork (you use them to eat and they are nice to hold and they look nice 🧍‍♀️ idk you seem like a fork to me)

a number: 26 (idk how to explain that one lol)

a word: pocket

another word: sweetener

a flower: clematis or hydrangeas

first thoughts on you: I thought you were so nice and good vibe- I love that sm like you make me laugh with ur silly prompts. Idk I just like your vibe, it makes me rlly happy. Oh and the way you word stuff too- idk why but like it makes me happy 😭😭

things I like about chu: YOU ARE SO FUNNY ISTG😭😭 ITS LIKE 1AM AND IM TRYING TO TO WAKE UP YHE WHOLE HOUSE CUS JM LAUGHING SO HARD. and ur so nice, i feel so loved and seen by u, you make your girl feel good 🫶

SO YAAAAAAAH

[snownorites]

Idr if I posted this here but something about how the only time we've heard Mizi actually singing happily was my clematis 😭 everything else is just this deep melancholy and despair and like her range but also goddamn we will never hear the sound that Sua was literally willing to die for ever again 😭😭😭

And the craziest part is I know that if Sua heard her singing now she'd still do it all over again because to her everything about Mizi is so beautiful 😭 she really believes that Mizi will now be able to move on and grow without her I'm so fucking sick. Girl she doesn't want to have to grow without you because she loves you please come back 😭😭😭😭😭

[wtfuckevenknows]

How does the garden look by now? anything grow yet? :D

SURE THING!!!!

After basically nothing worked last year I am happy to report back that basically everything is growing this year!!!!

Dahlias are up and coming, there’s a blackberry bush that I didn’t plant growing (we should rename cologne blackberry city, they’re fucking everywhere).

I’m in the process of acclimating the tomatoes to the outside world, they’ll go into the bed when I’m back from London, as will the peppers. Strawberries are growing like weeds and knowing my luck the first ones will be ready while I’m gone 🥴

Impatiently waiting for the first blossom of the clematis to open up, romaine didn’t work at all but Feldsalat is ready to be harvested!!!! Potatoes are in the ground too, have yet to make an appearance above ground.

Snow peas are growing as beautiful as ever, theres not much else happening in that bed yet. Carrots and rainbow chard (my little sorrow children last year) are up and coming, bought a new parsley plant today and the chives and dill are on the move.

Cucumbers and spinach and another try at salad are all gonna happen after I’m back from vacation.

[anonymoushouseplantfan]

How is your garden this summer, Plant?

Thanks for asking! My clematis died but my irises and lilies are doing great. I lost a butterfly bush (not sure how), but I planted some lilacs and they seem to be doing well. I also tried some hellebore and they’ve spread like crazy.

I’m branching out into berries. I planted raspberries and elderberry and they seem to be doing fantastic. I’m very happy about that.

I’m also trying to grow a wildflower meadow over my septic tank. I’m cautiously optimistic about that. So far, I have a lot of white flowers (campion, daisies, etc..) and I’m trying to add some pinks and purples (saponaria, bee’s balm, catmint, lavender).

It has been a good summer for the garden.