#lily likes strawberry lemonade

[siriuslymentalposts]

the marauders would love juicy drop pops

[edges-of-night]

I love your headcannons, thank you very much. How do you think fellowship would react if a reader saw two cute animals and said, "Oh, it's you and me!"

Thank you very much! I’m happy to hear you enjoy this little blog ♡ Another animal request, with another anon who asked for this, too – this prompt is super cute, I hope I did it justice!

･ﾟ✧ Aragorn.

You’re gazing at a golden twilight forest with Aragorn when you spot two deer in the distance. Just like you, one rests its head against the other. “Look,” you chuckle quietly, “it’s you and me.” Aragorn smiles as he follows your gaze. When one of the deer nuzzles the other’s ear, he, too, leans in to give you a kiss. “What an uncanny resemblance, my love,” he says and pulls you even closer.

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･ﾟ✧ Boromir.

Boromir is scandalised when you suggest that the two cats crossing your path are “just like you and me.” He has heard stories of the ruthless Gondorian queen who used felines as her spies and flinches when one of the cats hisses at him. You go to pet it instead, and it softens and purrs – just like Boromir does when you caress him – but you don’t say that part out loud ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Frodo.

You and Frodo share a cool carafe of strawberry lemonade when two butterflies flutter to the flower field beside you. “Look at those,” you say, “they’re just like you and me.” – “Sharing a delicious drink in the sunlight,” Frodo agrees with a dreamy smile. You keep watching the butterflies until one of them flies right into your face. “It gave you a kiss. I shall do the same,” Frodo says and leans in to peck you ♡

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･ﾟ✧ Gandalf.

You’re travelling the Shire’s hills in Gandalf’s wooden cart when two sparrows almost fly right into you. You flinch but realise they’re only doing their Spring dance through the morning air – a couple! “They’re like you and me!” you laugh. Gandalf gives you an amused look. “What a subtle way to tell me we’re going to dance at tonight’s party.” – “Indeed,” you grin.

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･ﾟ✧ Gimli.

Watching the puppies play on the ground makes you soften. When one of them bites another’s ear, you playfully nudge Gimli’s head – he’s been sitting silently next to you until now. “What?” he grunts. “The dogs are doing it,” you argue with a grin. Your Dwarf protests at first about this comparison. The two of you, dogs? “I reckon it is true though,” he muses. “We are both very loyal after all. And we like food. And games. And…”

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･ﾟ✧ Legolas.

You’re making your way through Mirkwood with Legolas, crossing a tree over a small pond where you make a curious observation: “Look! The toad and dragonfly are sharing a lily pad.” You snort. “They remind me of you and me.” – “Indeed! The sunlight reflects on its wings just like in your eyes, in all the colours of the sky.” You blush and wonder whether or not Legolas knew you meant it the other way around.

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･ﾟ✧ Merry.

Merry is a bit sensitive about his height, but that doesn’t stop you from comparing the two of you to the horse and the pony you spot in Bree. “Hey! I’ll have you know,” Merry begins, “that ponies are very sturdy and resilient.” – “I know. Just like Hobbits.” – Merry pouts at that comment and crosses his arms, murmuring, “Fine. Just don’t braid my hair like that pony’s.” – “Perhaps…”

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･ﾟ✧ Pippin.

After a proper picnic, you lie in a meadow with Pippin. Purely by chance you look to your right when two bunnies scamper out of the bushes to eat some grass. You grin and whisper, “Don’t move too fast now, but there’s tiny versions of you and me over there.” – “Tinier than me?” Pippin asks and rolls over to watch the bunnies over your belly. “Aww! They’re mighty cute, but so are we!”

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･ﾟ✧ Sam.

You watch fondly when two ladybugs crawl over Sam’s hands, dirty from gardening but still gentle to the bugs. You smile when you hear your Hobbit talking quietly: “Right. Let me get up… there you go… over here it’s safer for you. A flower house.” You tilt your head at him. “Moving in together? Just like the two of us, you mean?” – “Hm? What? Sorry, luv, I wasn’t listenin’ there.” – “Oh, nothing…” ♡

[noblehouseofgay]

Marauders as nonalcoholic drinks except its only things I like

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

Barty- mountain dew (specifically Baja blast)

Sirius- Dr pepper

James- chocolate milk

Marlene- strawberry milkshake

Lily- orange fanta

Mary- pink lemonade

Pandora- juice box

Remus- warm apple cider

Regulus- hot chocolate

Dorcas- iced tea

[cherry-velvet-skies]

Strawberry Lemonade

Gardener!George Harrison × GN!Reader

Genre: About as close as it can get to smut without there actually being any sex

Warnings: Heavy makeout session, lotsa hickies, and a bit of a spit kink but who's counting, eh?

Words: 2.3k

Summary: 1971 era; Reader hires George as a gardener and quickly falls in love with him (Reader is wearing a dress but gender is unspecified)

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You had been trying to get closer with him for several days now. He was always busy working. After all, he was technically working for you.

To be fair, you had hired a gardener, and you didn't know what, or rather who, to expect. Although, had you been given a selection based on appearance, you would have gladly chosen him anyway.

There was something about him that was positively alluring. You thought he was so handsome. And in the three Saturdays he had been working in your backyard, all you managed to find out about him was his name. George.

George looked like your typical gardener, with his scruffy hair and worn out denim, his only focus being his craft. In all honesty, your favorite thing about his appearance was how little he cared for it. He had no desire to be neat. He found beauty in the natural world.

You enjoyed staying with George while he worked. He didn't seem to mind either. He loved telling you all kinds of things about each type of flower, such as where they originated from and which ones could be used for natural remedies in certain teas, soups, and medicines. You didn't even have to ask any questions. He was just ready and willing to share the information, which benefited you as you were still too shy to say much to him. His extensive knowledge was undoubtedly adorable. When you saw how excited he got every time he told you a fun fact, it only made you want to extend the conversation.

You loved George's voice. The way he spoke, slow and sultry, was so calculated in the best possible way. Every word he said was uttered with meaningful intent. He never spoke just to speak. He always spoke to connect. You noticed George licked his lips a lot when he spoke. You weren't sure if it was just a quirk, a nervous habit, or a flirtation technique.

Your fascination with him began on his first Saturday of coming to work. He noticed the rather large section of orange lilies in the center of your garden, acknowledging them as being your favorite. Before he left, he handed you a singular petal from said flower that had fallen off, placing it in the front pocket of the creamsicle colored dress you were wearing. After closing the gate behind him, he turned to look at you one last time.

“Orange is my favorite color, too.”

You allowed George to decorate the garden however he wished, which he was immensely appreciative of. If he felt that certain flowers looked better beside each other, or grew better in certain types of soil, who were you to oppose his artistic vision?

On this particular day, you had chosen to stay on the patio while he worked. You had prepared a plate of fresh strawberries, but knew that fruit could attract bugs that might eat your flowers. You had paired it with a tall glass of lemonade, and as you sat down, you questioned your decision. It was a particularly warm day, and George had already been working for a while. You thought he could use a refreshment too, or at least maybe some company. 

Careful not to startle him, you walked over and offered him the glass of lemonade. Looking up at you, he smiled and reached for the cup, his gloves leaving a trace of fresh soil along the bottom. You thought it was quite endearing. You admired the way the short, dark brown hairs of his mustache grazed the top of the straw.

After taking a single sip, he handed the glass back to you, smiled again and went back to work. You figured maybe he wasn't thirsty, so you returned the cup to the patio table. Instead, you plucked a single strawberry from the plate and offered him that as well. He hesitated before taking it, but decided to accept it, removing his left glove so as not to dirty your hand. The way George’s fingertips brushed your palm when he reached for the berry made you shiver, but you tried not to show it. You think he still noticed.

He ate the small fruit in one bite, leaving only the piece with the leaves. Seeing that a few seeds were still left on the tip, he moved to the edge of the garden, scooped out a small patch of dirt, and placed the fruit inside, covering it up. You looked down, accepting the fact that you owned a strawberry bush now.

You turned to walk back to the patio again, but he motioned towards the large tree next to where he was working.

"You can stay." His voice was almost a whisper. "I don't mind."

You fetched your snack from the table and sat down against the tree without a second thought. You knew you were going to have dirt all over your mulberry colored dress when you stood up, but you didn't care. You would do anything to spend time with him.

You didn't talk, but just being there with George felt like heaven. You would occasionally glance over at him while he trimmed the thorns from the rose patch. Or the way he moved the marigolds next to the daisies to create a pastel gradient. He turned around just as you were staring at him and made eye contact with you. Feeling your cheeks blush, you offered him another strawberry to ease the tension. He showed you his gloved hands as if to say he couldn't, to which you held the berry up to his lips, requesting he take it from you directly.

George leaned forward, lacking hesitation, and took a bite. His plush lips, which were now stained with strawberry juice, kissed your fingers as you held the heart-shaped fruit, the red pigment dripping down your hand. He gazed at you so intensely you felt like you were shaking. You placed the stem back on the plate and set it on your lap.

Returning his piercing stare, you placed your fingers in your mouth, sucking them clean. Three weeks ago, you didn't even know his name, and now you were licking his strawberry flavored spit off your fingers. But you could tell this had an effect on him.

You took another sip of lemonade, and, noticing the rapidly emptying glass, offered him the final sip. He accepted, finishing the rest and placing the cup on the grass beside you. Once he was close enough, he tucked his fingers under your chin, tilting your head up to place his lips against your own. He tasted like strawberry lemonade. When he pulled away, a thin string of saliva was bridged between your lips, the sunlight revealing the slightest tint of rose gold from the fruitful concoction. Your eyes widened when you looked back at him, perplexed by his actions despite you wanting this more than anything. You didn’t expect him to feel the same way.

Without saying another word, George removed the glove from his other hand, placing the now bare hand on the back of your head, his other hand resting on your shoulder. He gently guided you to lay back, his hand protecting your head as you made contact with the grass below. He briefly stroked your hair before removing his hands, instead placing them on both sides of your hips. He stared down at you, rubbing his hand over your stomach through the fabric of your dress.

“Do I have permission to touch you, my flower?”

You nearly moaned at his new name for you, although you were a bit confused as he was technically currently touching you. But still, you nodded, intrigued by what he would do next.

George trailed his fingers up your torso towards your shoulders. He stopped at your chest, eyeing it for a short while. Normally a position like this would’ve been quite compromising for you, but you were surprisingly comfortable. 

He hooked his fingers under the straps of your dress, dragging them down your shoulders, stopping right before they had completely fallen, preventing the fabric from leaving your chest entirely bare. He leaned forward to place small kisses across your chest, neck, and shoulders, occasionally biting softly. In one particular spot on the crease of your neck, he bit down a little too hard, but you didn’t even care. The gentle brushing from the coarse hairs of his beard provided a wonderful contrast between pain and pleasure. You threaded your hands through his hair, the loose waves beautifully framing his face. You felt his hands firmly massaging your hips with every breathy whimper that fell from your lips. 

Once George decided your upper body had been marked thoroughly, along with a few wine-colored shapes ever so slightly bubbling to the surface of your skin, he ended with one final kiss to your lips. Your hands moved from his hair to cradle his face, raking your fingers across his beard. He pulled back to look at you again, every monochromatic tone of his heavenly brown eyes twinkled in the evening sun. Even now, you were still utterly speechless.

Removing his hands from your hips, George began drawing small circles with his fingers on the exposed skin just below the hem of your dress. He looked back up at you, a small “May I?” leaving his lips, to which you nodded again. George shook his head.

“I need to hear you this time, flower.”

You felt your heart skip a beat. You were so overwhelmed by the current situation that even forming a phrase of one simple word felt like an arduous task.

“Yes.” You whispered. George nodded slowly, placing his hands flat against your thighs, sliding his fingers up underneath your dress until he reached your hips, rubbing his thumbs along the fabric of your underwear. Holding you by the hips over your dress was not enough. He wanted to feel the warm softness of your skin. He wanted to become one with you in any way that he could.

George laid on top of you, knees at your sides to support his weight as he resumed kissing you. But you wanted him closer. Lifting your legs, you locked them around his waist, pushing him flush against you, forcing his arms higher towards your chest. This caused the straps of your dress to fall completely down your arms and the hem to scrunch up past your hips, your entire dress rolled in the center of your body like a belt, rendering you almost fully nude while George was still fully clothed. But you didn’t care. Your actions could be so brave and bold, yet saying a single word to him felt far too intimate.

“So beautiful…” His words were lost in thought right along with him, his lustful stare raking over your neck and chest before moving back up to your face. While he may have had his full weight on you now, you tried your hardest to move your hips beneath him. Your body ached for the slightest of friction, wantonly arching up to grind against his clothed crotch. He looked down as you did this, the corners of his lips curling into a slight smirk, almost mocking your neediness. But as you moved, you could feel the outline of him, slowly nearing full hardness, straining against the confines of his jeans. He wasn’t fooling anyone. He wanted this just as much as you did.

You softly gripped him at the shoulders, massaging your hands up his neck and back into his hair as he laid atop you again, burying his face in your chest, adding more blushing roses to the already blooming garden just above your nipples. That was one place George would look, but never touch. He repeatedly got quite close with both his mouth and fingers, watching as your eyes pleaded for him to touch you everywhere, but decided to save that journey for another time. He opted for keeping his hands firmly at your hips, guiding you while you continued to grind against him, your eyes closed and your head tilted back, completely willing to lose yourself in the immense pleasure.

Just as you felt yourself beginning to falter in rhythm, nearing the edge, George pulled back and stared at the sky. Noticing the change in the amount of daylight, he sat up, much to your confusion.

“Unfortunately, it’s time for me to go.” He said matter-of-factly, pushing the straps back up to your shoulders before moving to pack up his tools.

“Already?” You whined. “Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“That wouldn’t be fair to my personal schedule, now would it?” He teased. You thought he was walking toward the gate but instead stopped at a small patch of red violets he was tending to earlier. He was there for a few seconds before returning to you, who was now standing up, dusting the dirt off of your dress. George reached for your hand, and you felt something touch your palm. He placed a small kiss on your lips before gazing into your eyes again with the same intense stare.

“We’ll make more time for each other next week, my flower.”

You opened your mouth as if to reply but was consistently halted by some invisible force. By the time you felt like you could respond, George was already closing the gate behind him. You peered down at what he had left in your hand: a single petal from one of your red violets. You looked back up to see George still standing at the gate, predicting your confusion. He met your puzzled expression with a punctuating wink before walking to his car. You twirled the plum-colored petal between your fingers as its inspiration caught your eye out of your peripheral. Your cheeks immediately blushed a light pink as you saw the same color in a series of small love bites that were currently forming across your chest.

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I just got a new computer today, and I thought what better way to celebrate than to finish one of my fics! This was the one that got the most votes in my poll of which WIP y'all wanted first. And I know it's quite long overdue, but I hope you enjoy! 🥰

[sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee]

What do you think each of the Gotham rogues smell like?

"Smells and Scents" Rogues Party

For the sake of my own fun, I'm going to put what they actually smell like vs. what a perfume based on them would smell like. Please note I am in 0 way an expert on what pairs well for scents, so some of these might actually be terrible LMAO.

TW: None

Riddler

Actually smells like: Motor oil/grease, whatever take out or food he managed to cook, and, if he's been working long hours, body odor.

Perfume: fresh apples, matcha and narcissus.

Penguin

Actually smells like: He wears a woodsy smelling aftershave. On good days, he smells like that and and freshly cleaned laundry. On particularly bad days, he will actually smell like fish he's eaten.

Perfume: Seawater, amber and cigars.

Mad Hatter

Actually smells like: various plants and herbs he uses to make his concoctions with a chemical undertone.

Perfume: Black tea and freshly made biscuits. Faint hint of hookah smoke.

Scarecrow

Actually smells like: Sterility- chemicals used for his practice and disinfectant. Another subtle vague scent difficult to pick up... it's fear toxin.

Perfume: Dried funeral flowers, moss, anise.

Music Meister

Actually smells like: Mothballs and antiques. Theater kid smell.

Perfume: Strawberry lemonade and cedar wood.

Victor Zsasz

Actually smells like: Sweat, dried blood and sometimes the rubbing alcohol that he threw on a fresh cut or wound.

Perfume: Leather and blood oranges.

Killer Croc

Actually smells like: Better than before. There was a time he'd straight up smell like sewer because it was easier to travel down there instead of risking people seeing him. These days he has a eucalyptus body wash he really likes.

Perfume: Mustard seed and tea tree oil.

Harley Quinn

Actually smells like: the smell of cosmetic face powder and whatever body spray she threw on that day. There's multiple and several are sweet/food smells like vanilla.

Perfume: Raspberries, lychee, and fresh custard cream.

Poison Ivy

Actually smells like: Her pheromones, a flower bouquet and fresh dirt.

Perfume: Ivy, lily of the valley and rosewood.

Two-Face

Actually smells like: gunpowder, steam pressed suits and a sage scented cologne.

Perfume: dark chocolate, tobacco and clementines.

Black Mask

Actually smells like: Some fancy, stupid expensive cologne that he'll dab on his neck when he's been working for 48 hours. Doesn't overdo it, so there's that at least.

Perfume: Dark roast coffee beans and bourbon.

Mr. Freeze

Actually smells like: Nothing. He doesn't even smell like sweat because all bacteria on his body is long dead. Sometimes you can smell the coolant if there is a small leak somewhere.

Perfume: pine, bergamot and fresh snow.

Ra's al-Ghul

Actually smells like: A plant that's long been extinct. He revitalizes the petals for personal use and they are washed in his clothing.

Perfume: Jasmine, parchment and dragon's blood resin.

Bane

Actually smells like: On a good day- it's dove soap bars and leather. On a bad day, he smells like gym mat.

Perfume: myrrh and sandlewood.

[mothbart]

12 days of kolowv: day 7

my baby @theapocryphaofantares's birthday is in seven (!!!) days, and because i love him with all my heart he gets a small microfic every day until he gets his big present on his actual birthday.

prompt: scorch | bartylily | words: 2,312 | explicit

The bludgeoning, bright sun is too much for Barty. He’s overheating, his hair is sticking to his face, and he wants nothing more than to dunk himself in a pool of ice water—maybe drown himself, too, while he’s at it.

It’s the annual neighborhood block party, something that Barty absolutely loathes. He doesn’t care about seeing his neighbors, let alone socializing with them. White plastic tables are littered with red, solo cups, and multicolored plastic chairs are scattered along the street. Aggravating, repetitive pop songs are being played from the large speaker that sits in the Vance’s yard, and the culmination of that along with roars of laughter and yelling makes his head want to explode. He’s tried going back inside the house multiple times, but each time his dad catches him, and an empty threat is thrown at him. So he’s sitting here in an old camping chair outside his yard, slinking down in his chair, miserable.

He’s staring at all of the people who are hanging out in the middle of the street, and he just doesn’t understand the appeal of pretending to like these people just so they can have an excuse to get publicly drunk. He’s itching for a cigarette, and the pack in his pocket is practically teasing him at this point. He looks around to try and find his dad, and when he does, he sees that he’s standing in a circle with a couple of other adults, chattering away. As he gets up from the uncomfortable, ripped-up camping chair, he feels his other pockets to make sure that he has his lighter with him, too. He makes his way through the crowd, trying to get out of the way of the running children with water guns and moms holding trays of lemonade.

However, he doesn’t do a very good job of being careful because he bumps into someone.

And that someone just so happens to be his neighbor, Lily Evans.

“Barty?” She asks, looking up and smiling at him. “What are you doing here?”

Barty takes a good look at the girl in front of him, and it takes everything in him not to start fucking drooling when he sees that Lily is wearing a tight, yellow sundress. Freckles sprinkled across her sun-kissed skin and her long, red hair is pulled into a high ponytail, and Barty wants to trace his fingers along her skin and tangle them in her hair.

“What are you doing here?” Barty asks her, not really wanting to answer her question.

“I’m back for the summer,” she says. “You know, summer break and all of that.”

“How’s college?” He asks, and he feels silly doing small talk but he doesn’t know what else to do. His brain is short-circuiting and it’s almost like he forgot how to form words and questions. There is only one person who has ever made him feel this way, and of course it’s Lily fucking Evans.

He never forgot the night when he gave Lily her first kiss on her sixteenth birthday, and if he’s going to be honest, he still thinks about it almost daily. They never really saw each other after that. Sure, they saw each other in the hallways here and there, but it was back to how it was—Lily ignoring him and Barty pretending that Lily Evans never existed despite him constantly thinking about her. Lily had given James another chance after he left her hanging that night, and Barty wanted to tell her that she deserved better than that.

But it’s not like he was able to give her anything better than what James offered.

“College is good,” she replies. “Is college good for you?”

“Yeah,” Barty says. He looks around, trying to find any excuse to get out of there. The more that he’s standing in front of Lily, the more he keeps thinking about her soft lips and the way that she tasted like strawberry lip gloss and it’s something that he wouldn’t mind tasting again. “Anyway, I’m going to go—”

“Where are you going?” She asks.

“I was going to go for a smoke—”

“Come with me,” Lily says, grabbing Barty’s hand. “You can help me make more lemonade.”

Before Barty can decline, Lily’s already dragging him to her house. He doesn’t miss the way that Lily’s dad glares at Barty when they walk past him in the yard, but he doesn’t give two fucks. He remembers that Lily told him a couple of years ago that her parents warned her that Barty was a bad influence, and ever since then, he couldn’t care less about what her dad thinks.

When they walk inside the house, it looks exactly like how it did when they were kids. The foyer is full of carefully placed family photos, tacky floral print wallpaper, and shoes neatly lined up on the shoe rack. Lily kicks off her sandals and doesn’t bother placing them with the others, so Barty follows what she does and takes off his shoes.

The music can still be heard from outside, and when Barty walks further into the house, it’s a little more quiet. Lily is standing in the kitchen, and she looks so beautiful here. There’s something with the way that her bare feet patter along the hardwood laminate floors while she’s grabbing the glass pitcher that makes Barty want to see her like this all the time.

“Petunia is supposed to be on lemonade duty, but somehow I got stuck with it,” Lily explains while she’s grabbing a bag of lemons. “Did you see her new boyfriend?”

“I haven’t seen her at all,” Barty answers. He walks over to where Lily is, stands right next to her, and leans against the counter. He’s watching her intently as she pulls out the cutting board from the dishwasher and places a few lemons on them. “How’d they meet?”

“They’re in some club together in college,” Lily replies, shrugging. “He’s okay. His name is Vernon.”

Barty snorts. “What kind of name is Vernon?”

“Same could be said for Bartemius,” Lily teases.

“Whatever,” Barty mutters. Lily lets out a giggle and starts to cut the lemons, she’s just cutting them in half and placing them carelessly on the counter—some of them hit the cutting board, and some kind of fall right near it. Lily is humming to herself as she’s focusing.

“Can you go grab the pitcher and fill it with water?” She asks, turning her head towards him. “I meant to do that earlier but spaced it.”

Barty nods his head, taking the pitcher that’s still full of ice and fills it up to the brim with water from the sink. When he carefully tries to walk closer to Lily to bring her the pitcher, she must not realize that he’s standing right behind her.

Because she walks straight back into him, and water backsplashes on Barty and some gets on the back of Lily’s dress. It takes everything in Barty not to drop the glass that’s in his hands, but his shirt is soaking wet and the crotch of his pants is wet, too.

Lily quickly turns around, looking at him in horror as she sees that his shirt is sticking to his skin.

“Barty, I’m so sorry!” She says loudly, grabbing the rag that was hanging from the oven. She frantically starts to dab the rag on his torso, as if that was going to do anything. “Shit, I didn’t realize that you were right behind me—”

“Lily, it’s fine,” he says, his voice calm. “I can just run home and get changed.”

“No, no, I think I have some clothes that might fit you,” she says, still dabbing the towel on him. She’s so close to him, and his heart is pounding. He grabs her hand, stopping her from trying to dry something that more than a rag will do. “Okay, yeah, sorry, just follow me upstairs.”

She tosses the towel on the counter and starts to make her way down the hallway and up the stairs, Barty following right behind her while also trying to minimize much movement considering everything that he’s wearing is fucking wet and cold.

When he said that he wanted to dunk himself in a pool of ice water, he didn’t mean it. He’d rather get burned from the sun than have cold water on his skin like this. Lily walks into the bedroom that’s on the left at the end of the hallway, and when she opens the door, her room looks different.

It seems like it’s the only place in the house that changed since Barty was here when he was a kid. Her pink walls were now white. The posters of popular boy bands were long gone, replaced by multiple cork bulletin boards that are covered of photos of Lily and her friends. Her bright pink, twin-sized bed was replaced by a queen bed with regular white sheets; her room just didn’t feel like Lily anymore.

She must have sensed that because after Barty walked inside, she shut the door behind him.

“My parents slowly are re-doing my room,” she explains. “Feels weird, huh?”

“Yeah,” Barty murmurs, walking up to one of the bulletin boards. He looks at the photos and it’s just Lily with some people he doesn’t even recognize. Some were people they’ve known since high school, but the others? They must be from college.

His attention gets drawn to Lily when she starts going through her closet and pulls out an over-sized t-shirt and a pair of old gym shorts. She hands them over to him, and he takes them with a confused look.

“Where the fuck did these shorts come from?” He asks, holding them up to show her.

“They’re from high school for gym class, see?” She points at the logo at the bottom left of them. “Anyway, I’ll turn around.”

“No need,” Barty says, as he tosses the dry clothes on the edge of her bed. Lily doesn’t move. In fact, she stares at him as he strips off his soaked shirt and tosses it on the floor. He can feel her eyes gazing at his chest, and he smirks. “Hey, Lily, eyes up here.”

She snaps back into reality and blinks a few times, looking at him. Her face starts to turn pink, and she bites her lip.

“Sorry,” she says. She takes a couple of steps forward, and Barty sucks in his breath when Lily starts to softly trace the tattoos that are on his chest. “These are new.”

Barty doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t know what to really say to her—so instead, he allows her to touch him, caressing her fingers along the black lines that are embedded on his skin.

He’s not sure what happens.

Because the next thing he knows, Lily is looking up at him like he’s a constellation in the sky—in awe and amazement and admiration. She goes on her tippy toes and her lips are ghosting over his and he’s having a hard time remembering to breathe.

“Can I?” She whispers, her eyes fluttering closed.

He doesn’t say anything, because he’s already beaten her to it. His lips are on hers, and it’s like everything has fallen right into place. Her lips still taste like the strawberry lip gloss from the first time they kissed, and it’s moments like these where he’s thanking whatever fucking deity exists that he gets to have another chance to kiss Lily.

It goes from soft, tender kisses to desperation and eagerness. It’s more frantic, and Lily shivers under his touch when he slides the straps of her dress off her shoulders. He kisses along her jawline, peppering them down her neck and to her shoulder. She tilts her neck, giving him more room to work with and he wants to leave a mark—wants Lily to have something to remind her of him.

But he doesn’t.

Instead, he brings his lips back onto hers, and she starts walking him towards the bed, their lips never leaving each other. She pushes him down on the bed, and before he can sit up, Lily is already straddling his lap.

He runs his hands up her thighs, and she gasps against his mouth and he takes that opportunity to slide his tongue over her teeth. Lily is sweet and tart and everything in between.

They take their time unraveling each other, finding ways to make each other gasp and beg and whimper. It’s roaming hands, flicking tongues, quivering thighs, sticky sheets, and Barty feels on fucking cloud nine. Lily’s soft moans and panting on repeat in his ear as she tells him to move faster, stay right there, keep going.

It’s pure ecstasy, the way that Lily’s tight around him, and the way that their movements are messy and urgent. It’s the way that Lily comes, the way that she shudders and the way that she says his name like she’s worshipping and praising him.

Lily Evans makes him feel on fire—with every touch, she’s burning him and creating her own mark on him—visible or not. His skin feels like it’s littered with scorch marks and when he tucks some of her fallen hair out of her face, he can’t help but want more.

[sugarsnappeases]

KARA PRETTY PLS I NEED TO HEAR YOUR MARYTUNIA!!!!

HELLO!!! i would be delighted to go into them i’ve been thinking about them recently (and i’ll let you in on a secret: i’ve been slooowly writing another microfic about them…. it’s august. tis the season yk)

for me a lot of it is just what ifs. i don’t think they could ever really be forever bc a) petunia knows ultimately that she's going to go back to her white picket fence, husband and children and an intensely Normal life even if she's gotten swept up in this thing w mary (and i think mary knows this on some level too) and b) the whole lily shebang. lily is so deeply caught up in everything that happens between them. her sister and her best friend. she is the thing that brings them together and pulls them apart. the beginning and the end, catalyst and inevitable conclusion. everything that happens between them is always a secret from lily, she never knows about it but she’s still a Major presence in their relationship.

the vision i think about the most is mary coming stay at lily's house during the summer holidays. and she's bubbly and brilliant and she watches petunia w something like fascination bc obvs lily has spoken a little about her sister before but mary doesn't really know anything about her. god does she want to tho. petunia is watching her right back bc she's never met anyone quite like her before. bc mary sparkles and makes petunia feel and they fall into this summer fling. nobody knows but them, it's all stolen time and mary sneaking into petunia's room late at night after lily falls asleep, sitting up and chatting, ankles twisting together under the dining room table, lemonade and strawberries, secret smiles and little walks around the park when lily's off doing other things.

it's quiet, and gentle, but it also shimmers and engulfs them and opens both of their eyes to . something . something that could be, a sort of fantasy world, where magic doesn't mean jealousy and bitterness and horrible resentment, where lily doesn’t mean endless arguments and competition. instead there’s this dazzling woman who makes magic feel light, like possibilities and hazy summer sunshine. there’s petunia who is obvs not lily, but mary doesn’t want or need her to be. it’s like seeing into a different world. secret snippets of something wonderful.

but it can never last. bc mary will go back to school, with lily and magic and that whole world that petunia doesn’t belong in (interesting later when mary withdraws from the wizarding world. again. the what ifs). and petunia will go back to the path that she had always planned to follow, meeting a man and settling down and being normal normal normal. and neither of them are the type to try and fight for something that was already so nebulous, to try and desperately cling onto each other when they never even really had each other in the first place. it slips through their fingers and they both let it. it’s hope and brightness and something rising quickly and falling just as fast. like a hot air balloon that’s precious and colourful and soaring high but must inevitably go back down to earth.

i also like to think about them post lily’s death. when they’re both grieving in such different, complicated ways and lily is arguably even more of a presence between them than before (classic lily amirite? more alive in her death etc etc) and they can never go back to that summer, it will only ever be memories. that’s all they really are. a handful of snapshots in time that they think back on w a sort of bittersweet nostalgia. it never could’ve worked but what if it had. it’s all fantasy in the end.

[dellalyra]

FAMILY FORMATIONS - THE PROPOSAL

Summary: The proposal.

CW: fluffy, fem!reader, nsfw but not like badlyyyy like a lil smutty

A/N: imma do the wedding too and all of the requests but this gave me brain ro

Recommended Listening:

Wasteland, Baby! - Hozier

Bartender - Lana Del Rey

After Hours - The Weeknd

Masterlist

Satoru walks back inside the door to the cottage and closes it behind him. He had a bag of all of your favourite snacks hiding a bottle of champagne and a box with your favourite cake from the small patisserie you both loved.

He had planned this ‘stay at home date night’ down to the very last detail, even having bought a new picnic blanket. He laid everything out on the blanket outside in the middle of the garden you oh-so-carefully tended. It was your pride and joy (second to Satoru and the kids of course), so it was the ideal setting for the evening. With it being only 7pm and mid-summer, the sun was still gently shining over the scene and the air was warm and balmy – he wondered briefly if Mother Nature knew of his plans for tonight and decided to help him out by making it perfect.

He knows you’re upstairs, getting ready for your date and he swallows his nerves and takes a deep breath. He wasn’t used to being nervous, he’d never had to be before. But fuck, was he nervous now. He heard Nanami’s sharp but reassuring voice from earlier echoing in his mind.

“Of course, she’ll say yes, Gojo.”

He patted his jacket pocket to make sure the blue velvet box was still there, double checked the blanket and food and the bottle of champagne hidden in one of your flower patches (are they lilies? Lobelia? No – lilacs. Yeah, lilacs. Hey he remembered!) and then found a pebble and tossed it at your bedroom window.

“Rapunzel, rapunzel let down your hair!” He shouted upwards.

The window flung open and a true, real life princess, his princess, poked her upper body out.

“With your height, I’m sure I don’t need to, can probably just crawl in.” You joked down at him.

He then sees you disappear and seconds later you appear at the back door, and god you were perfect.

Wearing a floral sundress, with a corset style top and falling just below your knees – the white dress was covered in tiny pink delicate flowers and Jesus did it fit you just right. As you strolled toward him, checking your flowers along the way – he noticed the swell of your breasts as they fell from the top of your dress and the slope of your neck, your hips swaying with the dress and the curve of your ass accented by the corset top of the dress when you bent to pick a rose. He shook his head; he’d entertain those thoughts and the tightness of the front of his trousers later on – fuck, he wanted to cage you and that delectable fucking body underneath him and make you squirm.

You smile as you reach him and he notices, as usual, you’re barefoot. The evening sun is illuminating how unbelievably bright you are and for a moment his breath is stolen from a chest because you have to be an angel to glow that much, surely?

You lean on your toes, kissing him on the cheek.

“Hi, ‘toru.”

“Hi princess. Take a seat.” He says as he gestures behind him.

You gasp in shock at the spread in front of you. All your favourites, strawberries, jam tarts, fairy cakes, some cheeses and cured meats and ooh the white chocolate and cherry cake you love along with a big jug of pink lemonade.

“Oh my god ‘toru! What’s all this for?! What’s the occasion?” You squeal, excitedly plopping down on the blanket and looking at everything.

“What? Can’t I just spoil my pretty princess for no reason?” He smirks, taking his spot beside you and popping a strawberry into his mouth.

“You always spoil me ‘toru, but this is extra spoiling!” You giggle, gripping his jaw to turn him to you so you can kiss his strawberry stained lips. He looked so fucking handsome shining under the sun, surrounded by colours and flowers and he was just so breathtakingly beautiful you couldn’t tear your eyes away from him. His jacket was beside him, and the short sleeved white button down was unbuttoned a few buttons at the neck exposing the milky expanse of his chest and collarbone, and you spotted a dribble of lemonade making it’s way down the column of his throat and you just couldn’t help yourself – so you leaned in and kitten licked the droplet away, eyes coy looking at him through those fluttery lashes.

He couldn’t give in yet, even though he was sure he was tenting his trousers by now – he had to do this now, the timing was far too perfect.

This was exactly what was planned, not by him, but by you. 6 years ago, sipping vodka lemonades on the moonlit roof with all four of you together – long, semi tipsy conversations about hopes and dreams being shared with giggles and far-in-the-future promises. You had said as Geto asked (with a sly wink towards Satoru) how you’d want to be proposed to. Only just in your second year, you and him had been pining for each other for a year – but were still nothing but best friends. You’d talked about how you wouldn’t want anything over the top, no photographer or audience (you fake gagged at this), just you and whoever (in your head, it was Satoru), you’d want to be outside, isolated, you’d want a unique ring, nothing outlandish or gaudy and you didn’t want overdrawn, long winded speeches or declarations of love – just the simple question. That was your dream proposal, and he memorised the details right there and then – determined to be the one who made it reality.

After 20 minutes of snacking and chatting away and giggling about everything and nothing, you started telling him about your plans for your butterfly garden at the back corner, and the moment came as you turned to look in that direction and he knew in that moment that you were everything and more to him, alight with happiness and passion.

He softly said your name, then poked you in the ribs.

You turned to poke him back but froze.

He was leaning toward you, broad shoulders turned to you and celestial eyes staring into your very soul and in those long, elegant, powerful hands was a tiny open blue velvet box, the gold clasp sat atop the lid. On a matching cushion inside it – sat the most beautiful piece of jewellery you had ever seen, like something from a magic fairytale. Tiny filigree gold housed a shiny marquise diamond and two dainty sapphires on either side.

You froze and sucked in air in shock.

You looked up to his eyes again, seeing nothing but sheer love, sincerity and pure adoration reflected back at you.

“Marry me?” He said, boyish smile lighting up his face at your reaction.

You shook out a breath, you didn’t need a second to think so you just lunged at him and wrapped your hands around his smooth cheeks and crashed your lips into his, you felt his arms around your waist pulling you onto his lap and you couldn’t pull yourself away, tears beginning to wet your cheeks.

He pulls away first, hand firm on your waist.

“Is that a yes, then?” He smirked, very proud of himself.

“It’s infinite yes’s, ‘toru. It’s yes in every universe, yes forever.” You giggle out through tears, peppering his face with tiny kisses.

He grabs your hand and then slides the ring onto your finger, a perfect fit. Was that why Shoko insisted on borrowing some of your jewellery last weekend?

He smiles up at you, bright and blinding.

He cradles your face in his hands.

“My beautiful, incredible, amazing, sexy princess, my angel forest fairy – I can’t wait to call you my pretty little wife.” He says, pressing kisses into your neck and sucking marks into your exposed décolletage.

“I can’t wait to introduce you as my devilishly handsome, kind and loving husband Satoru.” You reply, hands gripping his hair and pulling slightly, making him growl into your chest. His hands grow firmer on your hips and your centre is guided to move along his solid length beneath you.

“Fuck, my little wife, so fucking pretty. God, and you’re all mine.”

“All yours, ‘toru, and I always have been. Aa-ah, fuck baby, more – please, upstairs.” You whimper, breathless and full of love.

At that, he scoops you up bridal style and begins to stride back to the house, stopping to tell you to reach into you lilac bush, you pull out a bottle of champagne and throw your head back laughing at him, to which he just lets out a chuckle and a cheeky smirk takes over his face.

“It’s hydration, gotta practise for our wedding night, the house is all ours and I’m not letting my fiancée leave the bed for at least two days.”

[quibbs126]

I am curious about the three new dragon ships in your inbox (and your current fankid list as a whole! Would you share them with the us?

I mean, I can tell you the three I mentioned, but as for the whole list

That’s uh

That’s kind of a long list

I mean I’ll do it though. Under the cut at least

But to answer your first question, the three dragon ships were

Lotus Dragon/Rambutan

Sea Fairy/Longan Dragon

Lychee Dragon/Stardust

As for the rest of my “requested but haven’t finished yet”, we have

Red Velvet/Crunchy Chip (Blackout)

Twizzly Gummy/Currant Cream (Gooseberry but looking to change)

Mint Choco/Rockstar (Mint Toothpaste, may be tweaked)

Pomegranate/Affogato (Pomegranate Sundae)

Dark Cacao/Affogato (Dark Cream)

Cherry Blossom/Herb (Myrtle)

Latte/Eclair (Beignet, but I think I was going to change it?)

Cherry Blossom/Black Raisin (Grape Vine)

Clotted Cream/Black Raisin (Scotch Bun)

Macaron/Cinnamon (Snickerdoodle)

Licorice/Capsaicin (Star Anise)

Popcorn/Banana (Banana Chip)

Kumiho/Crunchy Chip (Mallow Fudge)

Hollyberry/Pitaya Dragon (Red Pitaya)

Scorpion/Prune Juice (Juniper Berry, but looking to change)

Pizza/String Gummy (String Cheese)

Note on that last one, it’s a double, and I completed the first one months ago, that being Croissant/Roguefort (Beaufort), but I’m unable to show him bc it’s a double

Tea Knight/Vampire, though I’m strongly considering striking that one. I considered it because I assumed that the anon assumed Vampire was immortal and actually closer to Tea Knight’s age, but I now feel like that’s not much of an excuse

Peach/Banana (Pink Banana)

Milk/Purple Yam (Ube Ice Cream)

Red Velvet/Dark Choco (Cocoa Powder, also Strawberry Choco, we’ll see who I make first)

Clover/Carol (Pine Needle, maybe change to Fir?)

Captain Ice/Almond (Tortoni)

Pomegranate/Hydrangea (Spider Lily)

Kumiho/Snake Fruit (Ambrosia)

Abyss Monarch/Dino-Sour (Gummy Shark)

Wind Archer/Fire Spirit (Smoke Watcher)

Abyss Monarch/Black Pearl (Deep Turquoise)

Baguette/Coffee Candy (Coffee Bun)

Golden Cheese/Ananas Dragon (Golden Kiwi)

Truffle/Almond (Black Walnut, might change)

Longan Dragon/Pure Vanilla (Langsat)

Moonlight/Dark Cacao (Midnight Choco)

Red Velvet/Licorice (Black Velvet)

Almond/Latte (Almond Milk)

Blackberry/Adventurer (Blackberry Scone)

Red Velvet/Earl Grey (Teacake)

Herb/Currant Cream (Blackcurrant)

Shining Glitter/Herb (Bouquet)

Herb/Black Lemonade (Mint Lemonade)

Licorice/Royal Margarine (Butterscotch)

Dark Choco/Fire Flower (Choco Cosmos)

Electric Eel/Box Jellyfish (Blue Bottle, but it has to be changed now)

Ninja/Sakura (Mochi)

Burnt Cheese/Black Raisin (Raisin Bun)

Black Pearl/Frost Queen (Sugar Pearl)

Mocha Ray/Starfruit (Espresso Romano)

Raspberry/Chili Pepper (Raspberry Chipotle)

Financier/Pistachio (Florentine)

Milk/Black Raisin (Sweet Milk)

Blue Lily/Bellflower (Canterbury Bell)

Aquamarine/Herb (Sea Kelp)

Dark Enchantress/Timekeeper (Day Lily)

Espresso/Latte (Dalgona)

Starfruit/Stardust (Starflower)

Prune Juice/Capsaicin/Kouign Amann (Bloody Mary)

Black Pearl/Oyster (Pearl Oyster)

Raspberry Mousse/Rose (Raspberry Rose)

Longan Dragon/Dark Enchantress

Wildberry/Chili Pepper (Spiceberry)

Moonlight/Matcha (Moon Drop, but I’m not sure on it)

Matcha/Sea Fairy (Green Tea)

Kumiho/Werewolf

Raspberry/Caramel Arrow

Coffee Candy/Cherry Ball (Cherry Candy)

Golden Cheese/Pure Vanilla/Corpse Flower (Baklava Cheesecake)

Licorice/Black Raisin (Grape Licorice)

Roguefort/Pastel Meringue (Mascarpone)

Stardust/Cream Unicorn (Unicorn Ice Cream)

White Lily/Pomegranate (Amaranth)

Dark Cacao/Frost Queen (Hoarfrost)

Affogato/Cream Unicorn (Coffee Pavlova)

Fig/Cotton Candy (Candy Fig)

Custard III parent (Custard Sauce)

Cream Puff/Walnut (Pecan Pie)

Timekeeper/Longan

Dark Choco/Clotted Cream (Ganache)

Affogato/Sweet Cream (Bitter Cream)

Dark Cacao parent (still working on the new names)

Sandwich/Hero (White Tomato)

Shadow Milk/Moonlight

Shadow Milk/Cinnamon

Choco Ball/Cream Ball

Goblin/Pimento Cheese

Energy Drink/Jelly Sludge

Electric Eel/Lamprey (Moray Eel)

Royal Margarine/Grey Heron

String Gummy/Brunsgiver

Captain Caviar/Rocky Wolf

Shadow Milk/Lychee Dragon (Lychee Boba)

Cream Unicorn/Choco Ball (Cosmic Brownie)

Energy Drink/Ninja (Rice Milk)

Peeled Carrot/Host

Pastel Meringue/Popping Candy (Meringue Pop)

DJ/Pink Choco (Choco Blast)

Werewolf/Crowberry

Kumiho & Vagabond parent

Cappuccino/Truffle (Reishi)

Cocoa/Black Pearl (Cocoa Bomb)

Matcha/Baneberry (Teaberry)

Affogato/Licorice

Rye/Black Raisin (Raisin Swirl)

Cinnamon/Blackberry Tart (Cinnamon Tart)

Raspberry/Bumbleberry (Razzleberry)

Shining Glitter/Stardust (Shining Star)

Kumiho/Cherry Blossom (Mallow)

Tiger Lily/Pomegranate (Açaí Berry)

Rye/Hero (Graham Cracker)

Dark Choco/Sour Butter (Butter Fudge)

Dark Choco/Pastry (Violet Creams)

Crimson Coral/Stardust (Star Sapphire)

Eclair/Adventurer (Shortbread)

Licorice/Caramel Arrow (Swirl Taffy)

Mala Sauce/Bellflower (Horseradish)

The three listed above

Dark Choco alone

Espresso/Eclair (Coffee Cream)

Mala Sauce/Timekeeper

Frilled Jellyfish/Mystic Flour

Twizzly Gummy/Mozzarella

And I think that’s all of them. Unless I missed one that came in my inbox today

[bellatrixobsessed1]

Her Summer Will Come

Note: Based on this reddit discussion

Summary: Icy only remembers what happened to Dyamond in bits and pieces. Flora brings those memories to the surface. Icy dreads who she might become if she lets the past back in.

Pairing: Icy/Flora

It has been quite a long time since she has had flowers in her hair. She hasn’t worn a crown of flowers not since…

Icy stares off, fixes her gaze on a vivid blue sky teeming with fluffy white clouds. Now and then a gust will make its way through and throw pretty pink petals into the air, shaken from apple blossom trees. 

Pink is not her color.

Pink is Flora's color.

Flora weaves another flower into her white-blue locks. It doesn't suit her at all. Perhaos in another era, another lifetime it would have. Perhaps when her hair had been that dusty blonde color and her magic had been summer.

Sunflowers, she remembers, it used to be sunflowers. Sometimes ticketed and marigold. 

Her mother and father would decorate her hair and her dresses with them. Her mother and father…autumn and springtime. Sapphire…winter. They liked to tuck snowballs into her hair when she'd let them.

She tries not to think of them.

When she thinks of them, she misses them terribly.

When she misses them terribly, she feels weak and pathetic.

Those are two emotions that she vowed to never feel again after her summer magic cooled to the chill of autumn and then the deep frost of winter.

When Icy became Icy and the girl that she used to be died. She doesn't Remer what they used to call her. There was Sapphire and her older sister. What the name of Sapphire's older sister? Icy can't remember. She doesn't think that she wants to. Her parents had been Citrine and Moss Agate. But who was she?

It is best to not think about it.

Flora reaches across the picnic blanket and over their picnic basket. She takes Icy's frigid hands and weaves their fingers together. 

Her touch is always so warm. Warm like the springtime. She smells like springtime. Like lilac and lily and apple blossom. Like grass newly cut. 

It reminds her of her father. She can't put a face to the name Moss Agate anymore but she remembers how it felt to hear his voice. Remembers how it felt to have him scoop she and Sapphire into his arms and twirl them around.

She had been a happy child, she thinks.

And then it had been taken.

She won't let those memories back in, they torment her.  

“I think that this was a nice picnic.” Flora comments.

Strawberries, watermelons, and other fresh fruits. Lemonade with clinking ice cubes. It isn't exactly her taste but it wasn't a bad lunch.

It tickles some part of her mind.

It reminds her of home.

It reminds her of when she was summer.

Icy sighs and lays down. Her hair fans out around her. It has been quite some time since she has worn her hair loose.

Flora has her doing a lot of things that she hasn't done in a long time. Feeling a lot of things that she hasn't felt in ages.

Things that she is nervous to feel.  

Things that a witch ought not to feel.

She doesn't want to feel the things that she does. If she lets these feelings back in she won't be able to keep them in check. If she lets them back in then what will become of her magic? If witch magic is powered by distress and dark thoughts and fairy magic is fueled by hope, love, and joy…

She has been so angry, so hurt, and so miserable for so long.

Her magic won't be the same.

She won't be the same.

And then what will happen to her sisters?

“You're doing it again.” Flora remarks. She rests a hand on Icy's knee. The wind ruffles the fairy's strawberry-print dress.

“Doing what?”

“Overthinking.”

“It's a habit.”

Flora nods. “Not a helpful one.”

“I'm not a helpful person.”

“You can be though.” Flora lays down next to her and holds a hand over her chest. “You're a good person. Deep down,I know that you are.”

Icy's stomach flutters. That is precisely what she is fretting over. “I shouldn't be. I don't want to be.” 

“Why not? Whats wrong with letting yourself…evolve?”

People take advantage of her. She remembers it now. They intimidated her. Sapphire had more spine and guts that she did. And for her weakness and anxiety, her kingdom had fallen.

If she lets joy and affection back in then the door is open for anxiety and the kind of weakness she can't afford. “I don't want to lose Darcy and Stormy.” She says instead. It is an easier, simpler way of putting words to a complex tangle of thoughts and emotions that she can't quite grasp for herself.

“They won't leave you. They're your friends.”

“You don’t know how witch friendships work.”

Flora hums, tapping her fingers against Icy's chest, upon the snowflake that she has tattooed there. “They're fiercely loyal and very close. They just act all tough about it. Those two have known you fir such a lo g time, they won't leave you.”

“But what if they do?” There it is. That horrid anxiety that puts a tightness in her chest. “I can't lose them.” They aren't all that she has, not anymore, now that she has this thing with Flora. But they mean too much to her. Her chest constrict that much more. She cares about them. She…loves them. 

Flora squeezes her hand. “Did they leave you after they found out about us?”

Icy shakes her head.

Flora's hand cups her cheek. “They won't leave you. You'll still be you even if you magic changes.”

But she wasn't herself the first time that she changed.

“I don't think that I will be.”

“Why do you say that?” Flora furrows her brows.”

“Because I wasn't the same the first time.” And so it all comes out. The tale of a princess whose home frosted over. Dyamond, the planet of seasons, locked within a perpetual winter be ause their princess was too afraid to fight for them. The tale of a witch who fell prey to power lust when she finally acquired the power to mend her kingdom. 

And she remembers. It all floods back in. The bedtime stories and lullabies. The garden of crystal flowers and the elegant seasonal masquerades.

She removers sweltering summer magic rippling golden from her hands.

She misses it so terribly but she has grown to love her winter. 

She is Icy.

She is winter.

She was…what was her name?

She was summer.

She was meant to be the summer to Sapphire's winter.

Flora kisses her cheek and she swallows hard. Because she no longer knows who she is. Who she wants to be. She is somewhere caught between winter and summer. Between Icy and that other person.

So does that make her springtime?

The apple blossoms in her hair rustle. The ribbons in her hair flutter.

Flora tells her that her springtime will come eventually, that it might already be here and then her summer will come again.

And she dreads the day that it does.

Because who will she be?

Who is Icy without her winter.

She would be Carnelian 

Yes. That was her name.

Carnelian

She is Icy and she is Carnelian. Her summer will come again and it will go. And her winter will return.

Yes, she remembers now…

Her powers are fluid, ever changing, ever shifting until she wills them to settle.

She is Icy and she is Carnelian

[silverheart4063]

some of the ships i like in cookie run and custom names for them:

Sparkling Wine (Sparkling x Vampire)

Twilight Melody (Rockstar x Vampire)

Shining Flower (Sparkling x Herb)

Bad Luck (Licorice x Clover)

Nature Lovers (Clover x Herb)

Bittersweet Tunes (Licorice x Parfait)

Sea Shanty (Black Pearl x Captain Caviar)

Pearl Jelly (Black/White Pearl x Frilled Jellyfish)

Royal Rivals (Raspberry x Princess)

Sprite Fanta (Lime x Orange)

Most Wanted (Cotton Candy x Chili Pepper)

Burning Whiskey (Chili Pepper x Rye)

Love Letter (Pink Choco x Cotton Candy)

Candied Yams (Milk x Purple Yam)

Veggie Sub (Sandwich x Spinach)

Starry Waters (Moonlight x Sea Fairy)

Lotus Paradise (Lotus x Hydrangea)

Knight's Honor (Princess x Pistachio)

Rouge Archer (Carmel Arrow x Raisin)

Basic Spells (Gingerbrave x Wizard)

Pop Art (Strawberry x Mustard)

Humble Beginnings (Pure Vanilla x White Lily)

Hot Mint Cocoa (Mint Choco x Cocoa)

Daredevils (Kiwi x Roll Cake)

Wild Fields (Carrot x Beet)

Fashion Trend (Sour Belt x Chocolate Bon Bon)

False Wishes (Lotus x Snake Fruit)

Alt Pop Jams (Shining Glitter x Black Lemonade)

Blue Jelly (Aquamarine x Frilled Jellyfish)

Marching Band (Macaron x Marshmallow)

Dark Priest (Dark Enchantress x Pomegranate)

Honeysweet Memories (Amber Sugar x Sugar Glass)

Half n Half (Madeleine x Espresso)

PaintSplash (Bubblegum x Soda)

Booming Bubbles (Bubblegum x Cherry)

Salty Seas (Salt x Pirate)

Moonlit Sea Shanties (Pirate x Sea Fairy x Moonlight)

Dragon's Calvary (Pitaya x Hollyberry x Knight)

Cream Cherry Soda (Cream Soda x Cherry Cola)

(Love Letter was not coined by me, Idk who coined it)

there will be more than just these lot btw... i'm cooking

[casanovamarauders]

pandalily picnic 🧺

please omg bc pandora would bring the picnic blanket and then they would pack the food in a basket together and there would be strawberries bc yes and then pandora would bring lily’s favorite food as a surprise when she came home to start packing for the picnic

lily brought her old tea cups for fun, even though dora doesn’t like tea so she makes them lemonade and they laugh for hours in a park talking abt everything and nothing

they talk about their favorite movies and the characters they love, why they are so passionate abt them, etc

dora gets asked abt her special interest and then lily stares at her in awe as she goes on a rant for so long, lily doesn’t even notice time passing and simply watches her gf completely and utterly and pathetically in love

they are in the park so they eventually go on the swings and take silly pictures and candids of the other one as the sun goes down, both of them so so in love with each other, posting the pictures as soon as they get home bc they want to appreciate their gf

[starrysnowdrop]

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Hali Aloke 🌊✨

Before I begin, these are the things that I symbolize with Hali, and I feel that they represent her the best, not necessarily her favorites in each category. Hali might have different answers from those below if she was asked what her favorites are.

🐬 Animal: Dolphins, especially pink dolphins

💙 Colors: Midnight Blue and Lotus Pink

🎶 Song: “Drops of Jupiter” by Train, it’s even Hali’s OC tag!

7️⃣ Number: Seven

🌑 Day or Night: Night

🪷 Plants: Lotuses, Water lilies, and snowdrops

🌊 Scents: Ocean breezes, scent of fresh fallen rain, flowers of any kind

💎 Gemstones: Aquamarine and Chrysoprase

🌿 Season: Spring, particularly Early Spring

Places: Sea of Clouds, The Tempest, and Mare Lamentorum

🥘 Foods: Warm and creamy pastas and soups with seafood; Shrimp Scampi and Lobster Bisque, for example

✨ Eorzean Deity: Nymeia, Goddess of Fate

💧 Eorzean Elements: Water and Darkness

🍹 Drink: Strawberry Lemonade for non-alcoholic, and Mai Tai for alcoholic

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Tagged by: @archaiclumina and @allyennah Thank you so much for the tags!! I enjoyed doing this! 🥰

Tagging: @traveler-of-light @reikatsukihana @otherworldseekers @sasslett @ainyan @irisopranta @scholarlostintime @mimble-sparklepudding @pinxli @dreadwyrmz @floweramongstthecold @arinaxiv @janzoo and anyone else who would like to do this!! Just say I tagged you! I’d love to read your answers! 💖

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Name: Hana Seta (花 瀬田)

Special Titles: Kōgō Hana, Princess Consort of Hell. (皇后花、地獄の王妃), Her Highness.

Username: @waitforit

Age: 20

Pronouns: They/She (In English.)

I Pronoun: Ware (吾) (A very formal almost literary form of I.)

Sexuality: Asexual, Lily (Yuri, 百合, Lesbian.)

Gender: X-Gender (Ryosei) (Xジェンダ,共生).

Species: Human Born Demon (Sloth). (Yurei) (Witch)

Disorders: Autism, ADHD, CPTSD, Bipolar 1, Somniphobia, Arfid, Anorexia, Perfection OCD.

Physical Conditions: Chronic Pain, Ambulatory Wheelchair User, Feeding Tube User, Hard of hearing.

Active Addictions: Hoarding, Self Harm.

Religion: Satanism, Paganism.

Job: Playwright.

Lives in: Okutama, Tokyo, Japan, 2024. (Also, Hell.)

Languages: Japanese, English, Demonic, JSL.

Height: 5'3”

Race: Asian.

Ethnicity: Japanese.

Accent: Shitamachi.

Vehicle: Purple and Black Rollerskates w Bat Wings.

Spirit Form: Just her, very calm, a little floaty.

Spirit Level: Acceptance.

Voice Claim: Madoka from Madoka Magica (JP Dub)

Powers: Divination, Immortality, Regeneration, Ceremonial Magic, Shapeshifting, Can use sigils to summon certain things, Can manipulate Technology.

Weaknesses: Basic Demon Weaknesses, Basic Undead Weaknesses. No known special weaknesses.

Weapon: Butterfly Knife, Sacrificial Knives.

Wand: Writes her spells and such on Tanzaku.

Alignment: Chaotic Good.

Text Color: Purple.

Main Hobbies: Writing, Singing, Sewing, Prop Making, Plays almost every instrument you can think of.

Favorite Drinks: Peach Ramune, Ultra Violet Monster Energy, Hot Chocolate, Green Mountain Dew, Red Mountain Dew, Grape Slushies.

Favorite Fruit: Pomegranate, Raspberries, Apples.

Favorite Meal: Miso Soup.

Favorite Snacks: Jiffy Pop, Corn Nuts.

Favorite Dessert: Strawberry Lemonade Italian Ice, Cherry Pie.

Favorite Flower: Wisteria.

Scent: Ink, Alcohol Markers, Paint.

Handedness: Right Handed.

Blood Color: Black.

Awareness: Aware (Effect: Positive.)

Birthday: June 13th 2003 (Gemini, Sheep, B.)

Theme:

Playlist:

Fun Facts: Was the leader of her Occult Club at school, but switched to the drama club after yknow, literally summoning the Princess of hell.

Has a whole room full of stuffed animals that she is put in to calm down.

Special Interests: America, Musical Theatre.

Stims: Dancing, Lots of Vocal Stims, Rocking, Balancing, Has one of those fidget pens, and uses her knife to stim, Stuffed Animals and Soft Things.

Stimboard: LINK

Moodboard: LINK

Fashionboard: LINK

Family:

Iwata Seta, Oka Seta. (Parents.)

Takano Seta (Sister.)

Lucifer Morningstar, Lilith Morningstar + The Morningstar Family. (In-Laws.)

Friends: Kagayaki, Keh, Atsu, Joji.

Romance: Lucy Ferr (Wife, Bonded)

Enemies: Hwan.

Pet: Spot (スポット) (Cereberus Puppy.)

Brief Personality: Hana is very excitable, she loves to talk people’s ear off about musical theaters and whether or not trees have feelings. She tends to march to the beat of her own drum, even if that means forgetting to do things like, eat, or take care of herself. She’s genuinely trying her best despite being a little bit of a klutz.

Brief Backstory: Hana was the second born to her family. Her family were small town religious folk and Her sister had a childhood illness that left her bedridden, so her parents often wrapped Hana in bubble wrap. Hana was homeschooled and wasn’t really allowed to go outside and make friends. Her sister eventually passed away, and her parents control got tighter. Hana often felt suffocated in her own home. Constantly being watched and constantly being supervised. Most of her education was just learning religious passages and Hana was bored out of her mind. She often dreamed about the outside world.

She finally convinced her parents to let her go to high school. And they reluctantly agreed. And oh my god Hana was so happy. She read every single book in the library, She made friends with everyone in school. And then she found out about MUSICAL THEATRE. The shows the lights the drama of it all! She was mesmerized.

She watched from afar, all the drama club kids and their pretty costumes. Hana however was committed to the occult club. A club she chose mostly to piss her parents off. She didn’t take it that seriously, a little candle here, a sacrificial knife here, some chanting ya da ya-

Wait a minute Hana just summoned a demon… a real demon.. she didn’t realize she could do that. Um this is awkward..

The demon was beautiful. And she took a liking to Hana. So Hana attached herself to the demon and hung out with her all the time. Little did she know that would be her future wife.

Hana eventually ran away from home and moved in with her demon friend. Living half in hell and half in okutama. And she couldn’t ask for a better life.

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Character Intro: Livádi (Kingdom of Ichor)

Nicknames- Liv by the others

Momma by her daughters

The Blossom Goddess by the people of Olympius

Age- 38 (immortal)

Location- Arcadia, Olympius

Personality- She's definitely the outdoorsy type- being in total bliss when surrounded by nature. She's down-to-earth, colorful, passionate, & cheerful. She's casually dating.

She has the standard abilties of a goddess. As the goddess of meadows her other powers/abilities include flower mimicry, limited chlorokinesis (as it pertains to grass and flowers), limited photokinesis, being able to manipulate dew, & the natural ability of camoflauge.

Liv is the mother to Chloris (goddess of flowers) and Antheia (goddess of swamps, vegetation, & floral wreaths). She had her daughters a year apart on her own through use of the fertility services of Gaia (goddess of the earth). She doesn't play favorites, loving them both equally. They all live far away from each other, but make the effort to meet up a few times a month. They also keep in touch through texting, phone calls, & video chats. Hair day is also a great bonding experience for them.

She lives on her private estate in Arcadia. Aside from a small garden there's scenic greenery in her backyard- meadows, soft rolling hills, and a dozen different fruit trees. There's also floral nurseries & greenhouses on her property as well. Inside her house there's always an overwhelming smell of flowers and soil. The walls are painted in various vibrant hues- a kaleidoscope of colors! There's also a lot of humidifiers & different flower shaped chandeliers. Liv owns a plethora of animals including rabbits, sheep, golden retrievers, beagles, and border collies. She gets around in her bright candy apple red VW beetle.

A go-to drink for her is butterfly pea flower tea that she brews herself. Other go-to drinks include white peony tea, mint infused sparkling water, lavender tea, ginger ale, chamomile tea, appletinis, fruit punch sangrias, & bourbon peach sweet tea. Her usual from The Roasted Bean is a large strawberry lemonade.

Liv doesn't mind her status as a minor deity. In fact she loves the anonymity that comes from her position like walking down the street without a horde of paparazzi following her.

Instead of using lotion to moisterize her body she uses this vegan organic almond-sunflower oil blend.

Many anthousai (flower nymphs) are employed by her.

A favorite snack for her are pretzel sticks (which she dips into boysenberry jam).

As a birthday gift her daughers gave her a beautiful pair of gold hummingbird-floral drop earrings- decorated with pearls, pink diamonds, & miniature white diamonds!

Liv's main source of income comes from her company that produces/manufactures various organic potting soils. These products are then shipped to & sold in flower shops, supermarkets, and home improvement stores like The Lumber Shed owned by Ktesios (god of the household).

Three summers ago, Liv debuted her designer shoe brand aptly named Anthisméni Raptikí. A notable feature of all the shoes released so far is the heavy floral motif in the designs. The brand has so far been recieving glowing praise! There's an official website, a store in Arcadia, and there are plans for a makeshift store to be opened up in the Mall of Olympius. An average price for a pair of shoes is between 300-400 drachmas. Liv's also in the process of developing a parfum. So far, she knows that that she want the perfume to have notes of red raspberries, musk, tangerine, white lily, iris, & peony.

Being the biggest supporter/hypewoman for her daughters, she also models for/endorses their brands- Studio Bloom (their nail polish brand) and Tu-Lips (their lipgloss brand). Liv's favorite products are the Tu-Lips hydrating tinted lip oil in "Pale Petals" & Studio Bloom Nail Lacquer in "Thistle Make You Bloom" (a vibrant shimmering magenta) "Once and Floral" (a bright pink-orange), "A Bloom with a View" (a deep ruby red), and "Emflowered' (a bright neon pink). Liv also models for/endorses Glory's Crown (loves the hydrangea water products).

Her favorite dessert are the coconut cupcakes with pineapple buttercream frosting from Hollyhock's Bakery.

She loves getting the toasted panini ham & cheese melt with a kale salad drizzled in carrot ginger dressing from The Bread Box.

In the pantheon Liv's friends with Nárkosi (goddess of sedation), Demeter (goddess of the harvest), Paean (goddess of physicians), Karme (demi-goddess of the harvest), Promylaia, Karmanor (demi-god of the harvest), Oeno (goddess of berries & wine), Eudaimonia (goddess of happiness), Aegle (goddess of good health), Charis (goddess of charm), Pan (god of the wild, satyrs, shepherds, & rustic music), Argía (goddess of holidays), Eunostos (goddess of the flour mill), Pherusa (goddess of substance & farm estates), The Nesoi (sister island goddesses), Philotes (goddess of sex, friendship, & affection), and Kéfi (goddess of mirth).

She was an official mentor to Zephryus (god of the west wind).

A guilty pleasure for her are spicy crab rolls!

Her favorite frozen sweet treat is the mixed berry sorbet. She always gets an olympian sized cup at The Frozen Spoon.

Liv has a slow growing collection of Diamond Ave. jeweled clutches- wanting to own all the floral themed ones! The basket of roses clutch was a gift from Argía, costing nearly 7,000 drachmas!

She's casually dating after enjoying a couple hundred years of singledom. Her daughters convinced her to make a dating profile. Lately, Liv's been messaging a satyr named Silas on the dating app and she has gone on two dates with a mortal man- a botanist named Delano.

Her favorite meal is paella vedura with fried sweet plaintains.

In her free time Liv enjoys gardening, sunbathing, bike riding, tennis, football (soccer), shopping, drawing, painting, swimming, & surfing.

"Every so often, hope blooms in even the loneliest forgotten meadow."

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❧ name: Charlie or Adam

➺ pronouns: He/They/Fae

❧ age: 15-18

➺ gender: Genderfaun

❧ orientation: Pansexual

➺ pets: 2 cats, a Siamese and a Tuxedo 

❧ important people: My partners and my bsfs (R,A,P)

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❧ hobbies: Writing, Listening to music, Making beaded bracelets, collecting skeleton keys

➺ likes: Cats, Flamingos, The academia aesthetic, the smell of books, libraries, vintage outfits, tiger lilies, music, space

❧ dislikes: Loud noises, bright flashing/strobe lights, bugs, rough sandpaper textures, sparkling water, spinach

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❧ favorite color: Yellow

➺ favorite foods: Lemon filled donuts and Strawberries

❧ favorite drink: Pink Lemonade

➺ favorite show: Once Upon a Time

❧ favorite book: The Pegasus Series or PJO

➺ favorite game: Minecraft

❧ favorite movie: Dead Poets Society

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➺ boundaries: No personal compliments (Vague ones are fine), No requesting s*x*al topics, No asking for irl info [Where I live or about my family]

❧ dni: Homophobes, Transphobes, Z!on!sts, Pr-shippers, Abl3!sts

➺ interests: Minecraft, Stardew Valley, Psychology, Dead Plate, Once Upon a Time, PJO, Pegasus, Survivor series, Greek Mythology, EPIC: The Musical, Strange Magic

❧ pronouns page:

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