#magnificent marigold

[wvbaandtheboys]

WOAH MORE BLORBOS!! WE GOT OUR MEN'S MINOR CIRCUIT EVERYBODY!

Teddy Tea Time! Boxing name’s that because he is painfully poshly British, and because of his equally wholesome nature. His real name’s Tripp Goodman, and he comes from Manchester, England, UK! Teddy’s a real angel in the grand scheme of the male boxer line up; he’s just a sweet older gentleman who used to be a fairly popular participant in the theater industry back home. Though he’s elderly and isn’t the best boxer in the world (the Glass Joe of the pack lol), he’s still fairly challenging to fight! With swift movements and a playful way of taunting you with the audience’s swooning for him, he certainly is a beloved character. Age: 62 Weight: 128 lbs Height: 5’5 Rank: #4, Minor Circuit From: Manchester, England, UK Record: 15-50 [4 KO]

Shelly Concheras! Boxing name’s a parody of his real name, cause he’s a sailor. His real name’s Sebastian Contreras, and he’s from Santiago, Chile. Sebastian’s one tough cookie despite being so low ranked, though that may be because he hasn’t been a boxer for nearly as long as the others, joining professionally at the age of 18. He’s… interesting, though. With quick movements and a fiery temper, ya definitely don’t wanna make fun of this little fella. Else he’ll make you sleep with the fishes. Age: 18 Weight: 198 lbs Height: 5’10 Rank: #3, Minor Circuit

From: Santiago, Chile Record: 21-15 [11 KO] Sea Brine! His name is Nikolaos Marinos and he is from Chios (dove on the island but lived in Chios Town), Greece. He is rather popular for his personality of being a graceful and fun loving boxer. Though be wary, he has definitely picked up an annoying gimmick; using water guns. He loves everything water related, and it definitely shows. Though, be wary. You might not want to upset him, else those harmless toy guns might actually begin to hurt. {Funny cause apparently the origin of scuba diving happened in Greece.} Age: 25 Weight: 180 lbs Height: 6’1 Rank: #2, Minor Circuit From: Chios Town, Chios, Greece

Record: 27-36 [16 KO]

Champion:

Majestic Marigold! His name is Duilio Valiente, and he’s from Guatemala. With a heart of gold and a fierce spirit, he’s definitely earned his place of being the champion. Despite being occasionally made fun of for his “odd” fashion choice of scoring a traditional Guatemalan skirt, he makes it well known just how much he loves his country. Don’t mess around with him! Or he’ll show you some serious flower power!

Age: 31 

Weight: 210 lbs

Height: 6’3

Rank: #1, Minor Circuit

Record: 41-24 [31 KO]

From: Guatemala

[lisbeth-kk]

Enamoured With Poetry

Fluffbruary Day 11. Prompts: bench - cottage - tough - wait (alternate prompt)

Marigold Dawn

Summary: Sherlock Holmes is enthralled by the miracles of nature. Watching it with John Watson by his side, makes it even more magnificent.

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[spiky-berry21]

AHAHAHAGUSJFZTUXBH- *cough cough* pardon me. Just finished Calli's little character poster after... Multiple hours, and here it is!

Transcription (so sorry for the blurriness 😭):

Born: December 6th, 1899

Murray bridge, South Australia

Born and raised on the murky expanse of the Murray river, Calliope was always one for life on her family's cattle farm. And, undenounced to her parents, the life of a small-time bank robber in the latter half of her teenage years. Considered more wayward and rebellious the older she got, it came as a shock to her when her elder brothers, and father, were enlisted in the armed forces to fight in the great war. Leaving only her and her mother to take care of the farm for the years they were away. And by circumstances of a tragic heartbreak, Calliope left her homeland and became a stowaway on a cargo ship heading for the distant lands of the Americas. In the hopes of finding an opportunity to build a new life for herself.

Though as they always say, old habits die hard. With the young Australian lass getting recruited for little pay in the esteemed Marigold gang. Now both a well-known patron, and a long-time bootlegger. Nothing, and she means nothing, is getting in the way of her current life. Or... That's what she thinks at least.

Living a congenial life on the wooden panels and planks of the Marigold room's backstage area, and being mostly forgotten about by a certain Marigold night manager. Calliope enjoys a plethora of... Interesting activities. Those including: Precarious automobile operating, wrangling with almost any cattle you put in front of her, mending household appliances, and dutifully using a shotgun. Her weapon of choice.

Woo! Thank you for reading all that (if you did), Maeve and Angel are going to be here (hopefully) soon. Feel free to ask any questions!

As always, have a magnificent day/night! 😘

[kerokerokippersims]

for my first real post .. Introducing my (oc) Targaryen household, that of King Aegon I and Queen Aenya!

The conqueror of the prior ruling house, he is the very first Targaryen king. His father, Baelor, was the primary instigator of his own rebellion against the current rulers, enlisting Aegon to carry out the plans and take the throne.

Aegon wears the Tredony Jacket set converted from TSM by @zx-ta and recolored by @confettiberry.

The true star, his wife and queen, Queen Aenya Targaryen.

Aegon's slight indifference to rule leaves the queen in charge of more than meets the eye. Aenya wears the Cersei hair by the talented @westerosisim, the Nyra blood necklace by @sinfulsimming, Helios earrings by @twisted-cat, and dress and headdress by Wenwem on SGLYNP.

The heir to the throne, their teen son, Prince Baelon Targaryen.

He is more interested in preservation of the oceanic environment in Sulani surrounding the family's home, the White Keep. His happy-go-lucky demeanor causes King Aegon to wonder if he will ever be ready to rule. Baelon wears the Ge'els outfit by @plazasims.

The older of the king's twin daughters, Princess Daella Targaryen.

In true Targaryen fashion, she is the sister-wife of Prince Baelon and will reign aside him as the next queen. Being in this position has caused the embiggening of her head, and the relationship with her younger twin sister has gone cold. Daella wears a Wenwem headdress, the Wagoumbi necklace by @jomsimscreations, the Chanel glass pearl earrings by @yakfarm, the Lorella hair by @laeska, and the Karie Amel Haseki Kozem Sultan Magnificent red dress.

The younger of their twin daughters, Princess Daenerys Targaryen.

With no expectation of inheriting power, she enjoys her day playing musical instruments, relaxing in the Sulani sun, and training the family's pandas Jaqen and Chella. Daenerys wears a Wenwem headdress, the Yakfarm flower drop earring III, the @magnolianfarewell Cersei lion gown, the Targaryen necklace by @serenity-cc, and the Marigold hair by @miikocc.

Finally, the little Prince Viserys Targaryen.

Like his older sister Dany, Viserys loves to play on the beach outside the White Keep and spend time with Jaqen and Chella. Dany and Viserys have the closest friendship in the whole family. Viserys wears the Aristocrat puffy sleeve outfit converted from TSM by zx-ta and recolored by berryconfetti.

if you've read this far, thank you <3 I look forward to posting about my OC Targaryen family every so often, and will eventually be releasing a set of ASOIAF build/buy paintings for your own castles, keeps, and GOT-fan sims' homes. I most often share cc finds from others that are relevant to this sort of save file as I am only beginning to dabble in CC creation myself. I will likely make a new post like this containing links to used CC at each turn of the new king, and possibly some dress-up lookbooks with my queen and princesses in between if I get bored.

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My Targaryen legacy is several generations old already, originating from my overall generations challenge. So, they have the features of their sim ancestors rather than being designed specifically with canon Targaryens in mind. There will be some similarities in the story (ex: first king being Aegon the conqueror), but mostly the details will be different. The iconic purple eyes will be making their appearance in the next generation or so, as they will be passed on from a cousin of the current household- Daenys the Dreamer <3

[viridiave]

Happy 8path2 release! I'm still in midterms week so I don't have the game yet! I'm in pain!

I hope ya'll are enjoying the game so far though!

Edit: oh yeah drowned them in flowers

Ochette - Bird of Paradise (magnificence, joy)

Castti - Sweet Pea (remember me, goodbye)

Throne - Anemone (anticipation, forsaken)

Osvald - Marigold (mourning, grief)

Partitio - Sunflower (wealth, loyalty)

Agnea - Dianthus (you are aspiring, talent)

Temenos - Sage (domestic virtue, wisdom)

Hikari - Alstroemeria (connection that transcends language)

[apolloslyrics]

Fellow apollo lover , bless

I saw that you mentioned you have a lot of tarot decks , and was wondering if you'd like to share what your favourites are ! ( if ur cool with that )

And also just to say howdy!

Hope youre well gods bless you

Omg hi! I WOULD LOVE TO SHARE SOME OF MY FAVORITE TAROT DECKS!!!! I can't tell you how excited I am for this. And gods bless you as well <3 thank you for this question!!!!

I'm sharing three of my favorites because I have too many and to show them all off would be like... at least 35 decks........ BUT if you want to see more feel free to ask!

So, my all-time favorite deck is the marigold tarot. Before I bought it, I'd wanted it since the beginning of my practice. I got it with my first paycheck at my first job about seven years after first seeing it!!! It's gorgeous. I use it to speak with Apollo :D If I had to describe its energy, I'd say it's very positive and flowery. It's like walking through a field of sunflowers and feeling a light breeze on your face!

My second favorite is the linestrider tarot. The pictures on the cards are actually MAGNIFICENT, and the messages in the guidebook are just beautiful!! I used to use it to communicate with Athena, but now it's just a general deck. If I had to describe its energy, I'd describe it as calming and gentle. If you've ever been in a sensory deprivation tank, it's kind of like that. Silence, a soft glow surrounding you, and like you're floating in calm waters.

My third favorite is the black tarot. I saw it on TikTok (lol) and bought it IMMEDIATELY. And when I tell you this deck CALLS YOU OUT, I mean it!! The designs are also just gorgeous as well. Its vibes are very eccentric and energetic. It's like sitting at a campfire with all of your friends and singing songs!

Here are some photos of marigold, linestrider, and black tarot!!

[pomegranate-pen]

Hi! First, love you your blog! Second, I feel you! I've been waiting for Lackadaisy's plot for awhile for an AU thing I'm working on. It's a long story. Thirdly, can I request headcanons for Rocky Rickaby dating a male owl s/o, please? It's cool, if not!

A/n: hello! here ya go!! this was quite fun to write, I couldn't write much though, since most things have been said in the general headcanons that I made with him, but I tried to write as much as I can for this one! I tried making it reader-centered even though my mind kept reverting back to Stolas every now and then lmao.

Rocky Rickaby x male!owl!reader headcanons!

In a city full of mostly cats of different breeds, though it is not out of the ordinary for there to be people of different animal races, such as the weasel working for Marigold, seeing them is still quite a shocker for many.

That is probably why Rocky couldn’t stop staring at you the first time he saw you. the sheer amount of admiration that was illuminating from his expression was uncanny. It was like a child found his favorite comic book hero at the local mall, you for a moment wondered if he had mistaken you for another much more famous owl he might be a fan of.

Knowing Rocky, he’d most likely try to tease you at first, slowly sliding into flirting territory after a few jabs here and there. he’d compliment your eyes, write a poem or two about the elegance you have, and would try anything he can to impress you.

if you were to date him, there wouldn’t be much of a difference in the relationship he would have with you than he would have with anyone else. Though, he might get flustered much easier around you, especially since you’re most likely much taller than him. Even if not, he still gets flustered easily, since he thinks you’re too beautiful to compare, and the idea of having someone so pretty flirt with him feels unbelievable.

He can and will try to stay awake with you during the entire night, even though he has work again in the morning. He’ll spend as much time with you as he can and if you do not stop him then you’ll see an out-of-his-mind Rocky that you must keep an eye on the entire time or he will nail pieces of meat on the wall. 

"Rocky?...why- what are you doing to the walls?...."

Rocky's eyes were pupiled as he tried to swing the hammer and misses the nail. "THEY, are coming. we must prepare."

If you coax him enough to go to bed, you’ll be met with a pouty Rocky who begrudgingly says ‘alright’ as he lays down. He’ll try to stay awake as much as he can even at that moment, trying to make small conversations with you and ignoring the yawns that are slipping from him. If you cuddle with him at some point, he will finally close his eyes and fall into a blissful sleep with a tight grip on you.

Unfortunately, though, you may find yourself waking up every now and then during your morning sleep. He tries his best to be discreet when making breakfast in bed for you, but the daily smell of burning toast is now your alarm clock.

Can and does gloat about having the most magnificent boyfriend. If he’s not excitedly telling Zib what gift he’s made for you for when you wake up he’s acting as if he’s a professional at love and trying to give Freckle dating advice.

May probably ask strange questions, such as if a feather of yours can be used as a pen if gives a bit of ink, or if you eat vermin just like your non-anthropomorphic counterparts. He’s genuinely curious, even though he’s seen many different animals during his time going from one odd job to another, he’s only taken glances at them and never had the chance to speak to one.

Loves hugging you on cold days, especially blizzard ones when he has to stay home with you. the amount of warmth your body gives him makes him feel giddy.

If anyone were to insult you or your appearance, then the next day they’ll find their house either destroyed or burned, and if asked Rocky, he’ll just shake it off and say justice has been served, and who are we to question that?

[delightingintragedy]

Sun Correspondences

From Christian Astrology by William Lilly

(It is mostly word for word. I tried to format it to fit into a nice correspondence list, but the information itself is untouched.)

Zodiac: Rules Leo. Detriment in Aquarius, Exalted in Aries, Fall in Libra.

Nature: Naturally Hot, Dry, but more temperate than Mars, is a Masculine, Diurnal Planet, Equivalent, if well dignified to a Fortune.

Profession: Kings, Princes, Emperors, & Dukes, Marquesses, Earls, Barons, Lieutenants, Deputy-Lieutenants of Counties, Magistrates, Gentlemen in general, Courtiers, desirers of Honour and preferment, Justices of Peace, Majors, High-Sheriffs, High-Constables, great Huntsmen, Stewards of Noblemen's houses, the principal Magistrate of any City, Town, Castle or Country Village; yea, thought a petty Constable, where no better, or greater Officer is; Goldsmiths, Braziers, Pewterers, Coppersmiths, Minters of Money.

Sicknesses: Pimple in the Face, Palpitation or Trembling, or any Diseases of the Brain or Heart, Tympanies, Infirmities of the Eyes, Cramps, sudden swoonings, Diseases of the Mouth, and stinking Breaths, Catarrhs, rotten Fevers; principally in man he governs the Heart, the Brain and right Eye, and vital Spirit, in Women the left Eye.

Colours: Yellow, the colour of Gold, the Scarlet or clear Red, some say Purple.

Savours: A mixture of Sour and Sweet together, or the Aromatical flavour, being a little Bitter and Stiptical, but withal Confortative and a little sharp.

Herbs: Those Plants which are subject to the Sun do smell pleasantly, are of good savour, their Flowers are yellow or reddish, are in growth of Majestic form, they love open and Sunshine places, their principal Virtue is to strengthen the Heart, and comfort the Vitals, to clear the Eyesight, resist Poison, or to dissolve any Witchery, or Malignant Planetary Influences; and they are Saffron, the Laurel, the Pomecitron, the Vine, Enula Campana, Saint John's Wort, Amber, Musk, Ginger, Herbgrace, Balm, Marigold, Rosemary, Rosa solis, Cinnamon, Celandine, Eyebright, Peony, Barley, Cinquefoil, Spikenard, Lignum Aloes, Arsenic.

Trees: Ash tree, Palm, Laurel tree, the Myrrh tree, Frankincense, the Cane tree or plant, the Cedar, Heletrepion, the Orange and Lemon tree.

Beasts: The Lion, the Horse, the Ram, the Crocodile, the Bull, Goat, Nightworms or Glowworms.

Fishes: The Sea Calf or Sea Fox, the Crabfish, the Starfish.

Birds: The Eagle, the Cock, the Phoenix, Nightingale, Peacock, the Swan, the Buzzard, the fly Cantharis, the Goshawk.

Places: Houses, Courts of Princes, Palaces, Theatres, all magnificent Structures being clear and decent, Halls, Dining Rooms.

Minerals: Gold

Stones: The Hyacinth, Chrysolite, Adamant, Carbuncle, the Etites stone found in Eagle's nests, the Pantaure, if such a stone be the Ruby.

Weather: He produces weather according to the season; in the Spring gentle moistening Showers; in the Summer heat in extremity if with Mars; in Autumn mists; in Winter small Rain.

Winds: Eastern Winds

Element: Fire

Angel: Michael

Planetary Alliances: His Friends are all of the Planets except Saturn, who is his Enemy.

Week Day: Sunday

Correspondence posts for the other planets: [Moon] [Mercury] [Venus] [Mars] [Jupiter] [Saturn]

[crushingcasanova]

mercury, jupiter, and neptune for the ask game !! ^_^

WAVES. Hi mutual!!! Smiley face!!! I hope you are well :D

Mercury: Do you keep an eye on your love? If so, how? - Somewhat? I used to do it a lot more intensely (stalking dms with consent, lurking on their acc, etc) but I haven't asked or needed either of my darlings' logins or anything, so I mostly just keep an eye on the people they speak to and what they tell me about the people in their life.

Jupiter: What are your love languages? What ones are your favorite from your love? - I kinda do all kinds of love! I'm very flexible with what kind of love I give, and I usually learn what my partner likes best and give them that. I do a lot of words of affirmation, gift giving, quality time... you name it! Physical touch is big for me, but both of my darlings live far away, so that doesn't happen. As for my favorites from my darlings... I cherish anything they give me! I suppose quality time and words or gifts most, but definitely quality time on top.

Neptune: Describe your love or use this as a ramble space! - I'll describe my darlings for this one!

My angel is like a stubborn but caring type. They have a soft, caring inside and a harder exterior--He bends to my will but stands firm all the same. She is social, adventurous, and overall, very pleasant to be around once she has the time to speak, but rot is also quite busy most of the time. Bun is precious and delightful, and I'm excited to learn more about them!

My marigold is like the first rays of sun on a quiet summer day. Beautiful and fleeting, resplendent and bright. He is so smart and intelligent, both emotionally and mentally, and really understands me in a way no one else have ever done. Yet, how do you describe one so incredibly magnificent? There aren't enough words in the english language--or any language--to describe how wonderfully they make me feel. I am so curious of their life; their past, their present, their future, their love, their very being. I wish to hold their soul in my hands and observe as if I was made for that and that alone. Someday, I hope to be his most splendid and hardworking devotee, all of my work and love and being made to please them--and I am getting there! I think. I hope. I pray. But I know xe would love me all the same, even if I wasn't.

[dansnaturepictures]

Fishlake Meadows, Romsey: A special place

This nature reserve is equally as uplifting to visit in the spring and summer months when exotic Hobbies dash through the sky and colossal Stag Beetles roam the canal side path as it is in winter when Gadwall, Pintail, Pochard and Teal immerse me in a world of waterfowl.

A magnificent raptor is a star attraction to this reserve in spring and summer, Ospreys (particularly one) standing like grand statues and offering breathtaking moments of natural wonder when they fish. Many raptors adorn the skies here, Marsh Harrier in its prime habitat, ravishing Red Kite, Buzzard and Kestrel. Sparrowhawk also a key species in this oasis of wild in an urban area and a non-bird of prey evolutionary lookalike is a mesmerising sight and sound here on spring days, the Cuckoo. Its similarly in appearance to the predatory Sparrowhawk able to fool the adults of its host species into leaving their nest so it can insert its imposter egg. Other key waterbirds to see here include bight Egyptian Geese and Greylags, Great Crested Grebe, Common Gull, Snipe and dazzling Water Rail always a species to cherish seeing. Another of the main stars of this reserve is an elegant giant which is gripping the south of the country now, Great White Egret. Purple Heron and Glossy Ibis are two rarities I was lucky to see here. I was ecstatic to see a Kingfisher catch a fish along the canal when reaching the reserve as was I when I was so fortunate to see a splendid Cetti’s Warbler after being surrounded by their bright and cherry calls evocative of a reedbed paradise. Sedge and Garden Warbler other amazing warblers I’ve seen here. Other passerines it’s a treat to see here include Wren, Bullfinch, Blackcap, Treecreeper, captivating Nuthatch, vibrant Stonechat and Reed Bunting. A Roe Deer a delight to see.

It's an insect haven too with Hairy Dragonfly one of the first spring dragonflies to see and the gem of Banded Demoiselle another key species with Migrant Hawker enjoyed here too. Speckled Wood and Green-veined White fly the flag for beautiful butterflies and Brimstone moth and Grey Birch are among sensational moths I’ve seen here. Drinker moth caterpillar and vigorous ruby Cardinal beetle are other key insects I’ve seen here. Nursery web spider was another of nature’s fascinating little stars which has thrilled me here. Onto plants and there is an array of colour here throughout the seasons created by stunning species such as wood avens, comfrey, meadowsweet, cuckooflower, forget-me-not, hemp agrimony, bird vetch, yellow iris, water lily, hogweed, traveller’s joy and marsh marigold. A sight of intricate and alluring turkey tail fungi clinging to a stump beside the canal at one time lit up by the glorious winter sun was wonderful.

This brilliant nature reserve with its distinctive dead trees and thriving reedbed, wetland, canal and woodland habitat is a star of a reserve that has risen over the past few years and an exciting vision of how to use land for nature and let a landscape be transformed. A lesson of hope, a place I always come back from inspired.

[akehoshimystar]

Kiho SSR

Marigold Smile

Part 1

Ito: …….Alright, I think this is all the stuff. I should move on to the costumes.

The dress-up event ended with great success. As the cleanup progressed, I gathered the costumes that the members had changed into for cleaning.

Ito: (Still, these costumes are very lovely.)

(Each flower was selected to match their image.)

Kiho: I heard that Roka chose them based on inspiration.

Ito: Ah, Kiho-san. Good work.

Kiho: Yeah, same to you.

Ito: The flowers Roka-san chose really looked great on everyone.

The fact that his inspiration fits everyone so well is really impressive.

Kiho: That’s what I thought.

In fact, their flower meaning fits each person perfectly.

Ito: Flower meaning?

Kiho: Well, this is Roka we’re talking about, so I don’t think he had thought that far.

Ito: And yet, it matched everyone.

Kiho: I wonder if that's even possible.

Ito: .….I guess so. But in Roka-san’s case, it does seem possible.

Kiho: Haha. For example, the flower he picked for Riku was Nadeshiko.

Which means “pure love” in flower language.

Ito: Pure love... I see.

Kiho: Do you know what flower was on Ai’s costume?

Ito: Rhododendron, I assume?

Kiho: Which means “majestic”and “magnificence”.

Ito: Oh wow….

Kiho: On point, right?

Ito: On point, indeed.

Then, Kise-san's bellflower is….

Kiho: “Gratitude”

Well…... There's still more to this.

Ito: Incredible. Each meaning was literally made for them.

Kiho: Yup. Roka’s strange ability is to get to the core of things, albeit unknowingly. 

Ito: (The core, huh?)

(Ah. Then, what about Kiho-san's flower...?)

Part 2

Ito: Kiho-san’s flower is a marigold, right?

Kiho: Correct.

Ito: Do you know its meaning?

Kiho: Curious much?

Ito: Well, yes. We’ve already come this far, so my curiosity is at its peak right now.

That is if Kiho-san doesn't mind.

Kiho: No problem here.

Well, I suppose I'd be a little reluctant to say it myself in this situation.

Since I've already mentioned something about the core.

Ito: I see...?

(That means it's fine as long as he doesn’t say it himself.)

Ito: Then, can I look it up myself?

Kiho: Feel free. I have no right to stop you anyway.

I replied in understanding. And immediately looked up the meaning of marigold flowers on my smartphone.

Ito: …… Wow.

That is totally made for you, Kiho-san.

Kiho: Which one did you see?

Ito: “Prophecy” and “trust” came up, I immediately thought of you.

Kiho: Oh, that one, huh?

Ito: (…………Did he just say “that one”?)

But before I could ask again, Kiho-san smiled at me.

Kiho: If our heroine thinks it perfectly fits, then she’s probably right.

Ito: The more I think about it, the more I find Roka-san amazing.

Kiho: Roka chose the flowers for us this time, but if we were to choose the flowers ourselves, it would be pretty obvious what we would pick. 

Ito: Yeah. It's like choosing the flowers based on their meanings.

Kiho: In our case, there’s nothing inspirational about it.

Ito: That made my impression towards Roka-san even better...

Kiho: Haha. But seriously….

Although he may seem like he doesn’t know anything, I sometimes think he can see right through me. 

Part 3

Ito: (Even so...)

As I scrolled through the marigold pages, I realized that there are so many different meanings in the language of flowers.

Ito: (Prophecy, trust, also….)

(“Jealousy”.…..I see, there is this kind of meaning too.)

Kiho: By the way, does our heroine know about her flower?

Ito: Eh, my flower...?

Kiho: I could pretty much guess from your reaction. Perhaps, you don’t know the flower language of lavender.

Yes, the flower that Roka-san picked for me was lavender.

Ito: That's true. I don't think I've heard about it before.

Do you know the meaning of lavender, Kiho-san?

Kiho: I do. Well, not that I mind telling you here….…

Ito: (.…That way of speaking is the same as when I asked about the meaning of marigold.)

After judging from the situation, I…..

Ito: It’s okay, I'll look for it myself.

Kiho: Go ahead.

Plus, I can avoid hogging all the credit for myself.

Ito: (Credit?)

Not knowing what he meant, I looked up the meaning of lavender.

Ito: …..Ah.

Kiho: What does it say?

Ito: “Expectation”. “I'm waiting for you”……..

Kiho: In other words….

“Aporia has been waiting for you.” It could be interpreted that way.

Ito: Perhaps, this time as well, Roka-san’s strange ability has reached all the way here.

(Well, that should be the case. At least, let's believe that.)

While keeping that in mind, I gently touched the dried lavender flowers that were used for my costume.

Kiho: Thank you for your hard work, Ito.

Ito: Yes, same to you.

I really was helped by everyone, but I'm glad I was able to be of help as well.

After a slight bow, my eyes landed on my smartphone.

Ito: (Oh, there’s still more.)

(Could it be there’s another meaning…?)

Mao: Sorry, Ito. Can I ask you to help me with this?

Ito: Oh, sure!

I closed the page and put my smartphone in the pocket.

Ito: Sorry, Kiho-san. That’s my cue to go. Please leave your clothes there after you're done changing.

Kiho: Consider it done.

Ito: I will excuse myself, then.

Kiho: …….

Kiho: ……. “Expectation”. “I'm waiting for you”……..

Also…..

…………….

Oh well. Time to get changed.

Translator’s note - Marigolds also represent energy, good luck, warmth, creativity, prosperity, passion and more. Conversely, marigolds may also symbolizes grief, despair and jealousy and be associated with death, remembrance and resurrection.

[tommytortillasoup]

Marigold

Summary: Rough beginnings with Johnny as you meet for the first time.

A/N: My first fic ever!! I’m still debating if I’m going to make this into 8 or 10 chapters but I already have a rough outline so far if enough people are interested :) Please let me know if you guys enjoyed this as it would help me! It’s pretty short for a first chapter and most of the dialogue is ripped straight from the game…whoops. Also tried to incorporate the black dog as Johnny due to many folklore of depicting them as death.

Word Count: 1,293

Chapter 1: Black Dog (In My Head)

Darkness surrounded you, looking around the vast openness you felt something out there in the distance. No. You definitely saw something looking at you, piercing black eyes that merged with the nothingness around you. It kept circling you, primal growling drowning out your ears, your whole body tensed up, and suddenly there it was.

A black dog, so beautiful yet eerie. You felt a sense of calming fear as you had come face to face with the magnificent creature, slowly you started stumbling backwards. The fear overpowering the calm in you as it spread throughout your veins like a plague. It simply blinked at your actions as it observed you, you mimicked it’s action and suddenly the vast space between you and it, became nothing as it stood over you. Pushing you down with ease, it pinned you down as you screamed and thrashed. A haunting voice was heard from deep within the black dog that immediately silenced you.

“Gotta get out of here, understand.” the voice rumbled, baring its teeth at you.

“And I’ll kill anyone that gets in my way, you included.”

As quickly as it spoke, it sank its sharp teeth into your neck, puncturing the skin immediately. You felt warmth drip down your neck and down your body, you wanted to yell in pain but nothing came out, you were paralyzed. Your eyes rolled back into your skull as darkness consumed you yet again, saving you from your demise.

You heard it first, the static, you stirred from your slumber, your hand weakly going towards your neck. You were met with nothing other than sweat, nightmare had gotten you good this time.

“Need a smoke, where’d you stash yours.” a rough voice says, forming a thudding beat that went alongside the headache that you were now developing.

Slowly your eyes adjusted to your dark room, you sat up carefully, pain still evident in your body as you winced. You looked up towards the source of the noise, a man, tall and annoyed yet looking so familiar to you. Where have you seen this stranger? Your brain was drawing all blanks as he kept knocking his head back on the wall, the beat going along with the pulsating pain forming at your temple.

This wasn’t real, was it? You thought back to what Vik had told you back at his clinic, something about sharing memories with Johnny Silverhand. Jackie would sometimes talk about the man, telling you stories about the infamous stranger standing before you. You thought back to the flashes of memories that weren’t yours, where you looked like him, where you were him.

“Don’t smoke.” you said hoarsely, your voice felt like sandpaper it was disgustingly dry and made it hard to swallow your nerves. You studied the stranger, metal arm being your prime focus. It looked real, HE looked real to you if it wasn’t for the bright blue static surrounding him.

He stopped the banging as he finally looked over to you as you spoke, there was annoyance etched into his features. You didn’t have to look at the eyes hidden behind his aviators to know that he wasn’t satisfied with what you said, the situation he’d been presented to overall.

“The fuck kind of joytoy you supposed to be” he sneered, looking you up and down. You looked like death itself, being wrapped around in bloody bandages, you weren’t a sight to see.

“Fuckin ghost off” you say in anger as you stood up, planning to leave the room but not getting a single step in as the man pushed you down and raised a fist to you. He towered over you as you laid against the ground defenseless.

“Who you work for, start talking” the voice demanded, only now realizing that you had unknowingly mimicked his actions. You cursed under your breath as you glanced down at yourself and back up at him. He mirrored your cursing as he looked between you two, his confusion quickly turning into anger as he connected the dots.

“Fucking chip.” he seethed as he started reaching back towards where the chip was lodged, “Rip the thing out myself!” You felt fear as you copied his actions, not being able to stop whatever was happening.

“No wait!” you pleaded out as pain hit your body just as fast as your vision went black.

You opened your eyes slowly, small flashes of static hitting your sight as you forced yourself to stand up. You leaned your whole body weight towards the wall as you struggled to hold yourself up when you suddenly felt a rough grip on your hair.

“I’ll take control.” his voice said as he slammed your head against the window, the pain immediately searing into you as you cried out.

Thunk!

You tried your best to put some distance between you and the window as you held your arms out weakly, your head was spinning.

“I’ll find a way.”

Thunk!

You could see the blood splatter against your now cracked window, it was hard to breath.

“You hear me?!”

Thunk!

Darkness consumed you once again, after a few moments you push yourself up to sit on your bed, you were heaving and you felt warmth run down your temple and to your neck, reminiscent of earlier’s nightmare. You brought a shaky hand to your temple, you quickly reeled it back as you winced at the pain, sure enough your finger held blood. Something on the floor caught your attention as you stared at your hand, eyes zeroing on the bottle of omega blockers. You quickly reached down to grab the container, ready to put an end to this fucking nightmare.

“See you never, asshole.” you spat as you held the bottle.

He suddenly appeared before you, you couldn’t even comprehend how he did that when he suddenly shoved the heavy pills away from your hand. You heard the bottle rattle as the pills flew everywhere on the floor.

“Not like that.” the man spoke angrily, suddenly there was that familiar rough grip on your hair as he inches your face towards him.

“Stick some iron in your mouth and pull the fucking trigger.” he spat venomously at you.

You felt a harsh sting on your face, he had slapped you and it had felt real, too fucking real. You felt yourself hit the ground and stayed there momentarily as you heard him speak loudly to himself. As he ranted and started glitching around the room you slowly crawled to the nearest pill you could see. You didn’t understand half of the things that he was saying, your only focus being to get rid of the invader in your home. Your whole body was screaming in pain, yelling at you for not being able to rest, and the headache was becoming worse as it was focusing on the fresh wound on your head. How did everything get so fucked, everything had turned to shit as soon as you stepped into that fucking hotel, flashes of Jackie’s corpse invading your head as you forced yourself to keep crawling.

“Lead to the head the only thing that’ll fix this” he muttered out loud as he finally noticed you crawling.

“Hear me bitch?! A bullet to the fucking brain!” he yelled in your face as he kneeled towards your pathetic attempt to help yourself.

You ignore his speech as you push past him and successfully grabbed a pill and forced yourself to swallow it. You quickly laid on your back as the room began to spin again, the man towering over you in silence the last thing you saw before passing out. Finally you let yourself succumb to the darkness, feeling yourself become numb as you mumbled.

“Fuck me...”

[godzilla-reads]

🪻A Field Guide to Draco Floris Dragons by Annie Stegg Gerard

Rating: ⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️/5

A comprehensive guide to the elusive and electrifying world of Draco Floris, or, Flower Dragons. In this book you will be introduced to many dragon types, stories, and facts, including all twelve birthday flower dragons.

Just to gloat real quick, but my birth flower dragon is the wonderful Sweet Pea Dragon of April. This colorful dragon is quite popular and bright.

Anyway, I LOVED this book and I’m so happy it was recommended to me on Etsy because the author fills it with such amazing illustrations, love, care, and devotion to a beautiful world I wish was prominently ours. Who knows, though? Maybe you’ll look outside and catch the sight of a magnificent marigold dragon.

[enchantedchocolatebars]

Gorgeous ❤️ 🌺 💕 💟 (A Camila dress fic based on this ask I sent to @asherisawkward. Also based on these au headcanons by @livvychoclate)

Philip was in awe of how beautiful Camila looked in the garment he had gifted her.

She was truly a stunning sight to see in the semi-formal outfit.

The way she wore his work with such a blooming smile made the bearded man even more proud of himself.

The pattern, measurements, and fabric were all perfect.

The sleepless nights Philip spent meticulously drawing sketches of Camila in the dress before sewing it together were worth the reward of seeing her so happy.

Marigolds and morning glories were Camila's favorite flowers, and Philip took that into account when he added them to her dress along with gold flowers.

The wine-colored dress was accented by the deep green vines that connected all the flowers together.

Camila's joyful smile expanded as she ran her fingers through the fabric.

Every stitch showed her Philip's dedication to his craft.

He went above and beyond in designing the dress for her, just as he always does with anything he does for her.

It was perfect, and she loved it.

She loved him.

It's been a while since the former single parent wore something this magnificent.

The dress complimented everything about her, from her skin tone to her curves to her personality.

If her child self were to see her in this outfit, she would be so excited that she would scream at the top of her lungs in Spanish about how pretty she looked.

"So, how do I look?" Camila asked Philip with a giggle as she gave a small twirl.

Philip chuckles, giving her a gentle smile. "Gorgeous."

[loquaciousquark]

Current garden status: a solid meh, with a few highlights here and there.

In the back box garden the marigolds are doing TERRIBLY. This is the second time I've tried to plant marigolds and the second time they've looked like weedy little sticks within a few weeks. The African marigolds are doing a little bit better than the French ones, but neither is doing well. Even the salvia is pretty mediocre, and I couldn't stop that from growing last year. I don't know if they're getting eaten or if my water levels are off, but I'm giving up on the marigolds after this year. The daylilies, however, are in full bloom and having a fantastic time.

In the front, the tea olive tree looks pretty shabby this year after a late frost killed off its first attempt at leaves (and possibly some limbs--I'll need to see where the leaves come in next year). The handful of tiny hostas has struggled to do anything three years running, and the azaleas never did put out a decent first bloom. The hydrangeas are at least alive, though I won't be getting any blooms this year. The white hydrangea in the back looks fuller than it has the last two years, so hopefully I'll get some blooms next year. The lantana in the brick garden is growing magnificently, just in the wrong direction! I want flowers, not big fat green leaves! I did discover today that I've accidentally been half-dosing my fertilizer, so I gave it a double dose and hopefully that will promote some bloom growth over the next couple of weeks.

The viburnum seems to be having a great time; I'm not sure what those spindly little mint green bits on the leaves are, but I'm hoping they might be baby blooms? It's certainly doing better than last year's roses. The honeysuckle in the corner of the fence had a catastrophic first month where I kind of accidentally totally forgot to water it ever, but I've got a hose on it now and it's finally putting out runners, so hopefully I didn't torch its chances too badly.

At the end of the driveway the jasmine is off to the races with long runners crawling all over the fence. The pentas are blooming pink again and the plumbago is beginning to fill out nicely. I can't figure out what's going on with the little arched bed at the end of the driveway; I have five hostas planted there, all planted about the same time, all planted about the same depth. However, one has been up and full for a month, two have just decided to spit out leaves in the last week, and I have no idea where the other two are. A little hosta mystery...a hystery, if you will.

Plus an Ophelia, just because.

[themuseumwithoutwalls]

MWW Artwork of the Day (5/10/24) Vincent Van Gogh (Dutch, 1853-1890) Irises (May 1889) Oil on canvas, 71 x 93 cm. J. Paul Getty Museum, Los Angeles

Vincent van Gogh painted Irises shortly after he voluntarily admitted himself into the St.-Paul-de-Mausole asylum in Saint-Rémy, France. Irises was painted in the garden to the south of the men's quarters -- the only area Van Gogh was permitted to work during the first month of his confinement. The scene is a symphony of vibrant colors with the magnificent violet iris petals dominating the rich red soil and the bright orange marigolds in the background. In May, 1889 Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo: "Have you received the case of pictures? I am anxious to know whether or not they have suffered. I am working on two others -- some violet irises and a lilac bush, two subjects taken from the garden." (Letter 591).