#magnificent marigold

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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

[zhongrin]

𒆙 deus auri

part 4/8 of ⎡∞ / 𝟔 𝟎 𝟎 𝟎 ⁺⎦, a zhongli 2023 birthday event

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𖧷 a/n ┈ merry christmas yall! i hope you're being surrounded by your loved ones today (be it physically or online). consider this a christmas gift from me to you <3

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𝓃early everyone in your neighborhood knew of your secret admirer, yet no one knew of their actual identity.

they had their speculations, of course. the elders just love to tell you all about their theories whenever they spot you with yet another fresh yellow hibiscus on your person. perhaps it was the young man three houses away, since mrs. feng saw him stealing glances at you? oh, or maybe it was the lady who moved into the neighborhood a few months ago, since the timing matched with when you started receiving the flowers? no, no, it must have been the blacksmith’s child who was just the perfect age for marriage, or the widowed greengrocer who kept giving you discounts, or—

entertaining the musings of the older folks who had nothing better to do than gossip was not your specialty, so a forced laugh and an excuse later, you continued on your merry way, shaking your head with a breath escaping your lips as your fingers brushed the soft petal.

you used to keep the flowers in a vase or press them between book pages to dry them out, hoping to prolong their life, but these days you prefer to have it on you as you go about your day. sometimes you’d wear it on your hair, tucked behind your ear, or weaved around your wrist, and other times you’d slip it on your clothes, going as far as planning your attire around the bright yellow petals. and when the day ended, the bloom would have wilted, but you already knew that the next day, another fresh flower would appear right in front of your doorstep.

truly, a mystery.

as many moons passed, you became curiouser and curiouser. such dedication, such resourcefulness. just who was this silhouette in the dark you could not seem to shine a light upon? as silly as it sounded, you were slowly toeing the lines of curiosity and perhaps even affection, as stupid as that sounded.

there was a florist you would always pass by whenever you returned home from a day of toiling at work. a selection of flowers, though none matched the flower you tucked onto your belt loop for the day, lined the forefront of the little stall, its owner giving you a friendly smile as you approached.

you started placing marigolds on your doorstep before going to bed.

what made you choose the specific flower? you weren’t too sure yourself. perhaps the colors and rounded shape of its floral head that day reminded you of mora, and it was an attempt at darkly humoring the stranger who had been spending their mora to buy all those hibiscus blooms. perhaps you just found them pretty and silently hoped your secret admirer would, too.

the marigold always disappeared the next morning, replaced with your faithful, bright yellow-petaled friend.

the ritual continued on, and just as tireless as your admirer was, you made sure to be just as persevering. not a day passed without the exchange of blossoms - not when it rained, nor when the holidays rolled by.

“mama, look! it’s the adepti!!” a little girl raced past you, dragging her laughing mother by the hand, jumping and trying to seek past the crowd of people flooding the main street at the end of your little neighborhood. the ginkgo leaves were falling, maidenhair petals matching the bright color of the hibiscus pinned onto your hair billowing past as you too, stepped towards the crowd.

they did this parade every single year, both to celebrate the end of a prosperous twelve-month period and to honor the very birthday of the geo archon, and every single time you thought you would ever get bored of it. a magnificent procession along the main streets, a week-long festival before and after, the various stalls opening along the streets, the hustle and bustle of the harbor amplified, joyfulness and the trees seemingly painting the air gold.

“ah, the demon conqueror isn’t joining us this year?”

“he’s the elusive sort, after all.”

”but the great illuminated beasts are almost all here!”

it was hard to make out the words of the people around you as the crowd bustled in excitement and the processional march reverberated so loudly in your ears, so you decided to step and slip around the gaps of enamored people when you spotted your chance.

eventually, your eyes finally fell upon the group as they made their way through the stone paved path. the proud magnificent beasts were always a sight to behold; otherworldly and also imposing. golden and red, intricately sewn flags bearing the symbol of geo along with the harbor itself waved in the air as the sounds of the drums seemed to make the ground shake. the smell of incense filled your lungs, your eyes squinting as the sunlight caught the cor lapis ornaments affixed onto nearly every object and clothing of the congregation. and yet it was said that the celebration march used to be much grander, with dancers and flower petals and scriptures detailing the founding of liyue and the tales of the archon war being read out loud - but your lord himself insisted for it to be downplayed after several hundred years.

and speaking of the devil…

“may rex lapis live and reign for ten thousand years!”

“ten thousand years, ten thousand of ten thousand years!”

this year too, the deity sat upon the resplendent sedan chair carried by four mortals. this year too, he looked as regal in his dark garment patterned with glowing golden threads and - in your opinion - as bored out of his mind. this year too, a stem of-

-wait.

he didn’t have those last year.

marigold eyes glanced toward your direction, and you thought you had induced yourself into having a fever dream when your gazes met. but no, the way his amber eyes slightly widened and the way he suddenly shifted, back straightening from its former slouch and the colors dusting his cheek were very much real. while your lips parted as you tried to process the information, his own lips stretched into a gentle smile; gloved fingers plucking the flower from its pinned place on his outer robe, before placing a fleeting kiss on the one-stemmed tagetes’ amber corolla.

and as the crowds moved, eager to follow your lord, you let yourself be carried away by the sea of eager citizens, your heart doing double flips inside your chest as you tried to fit the puzzle pieces together.

…….. you think your ‘secret admirer’ might be the very god of your nation.

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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! 😘

[moonyasnow]

TWST OC Showcase: Artemisia Silkmire

Voice Claim: LUMi

Human Left-handed Land of Dawning 165cm / 5'4 - #abd1cf / 171, 209, 207 April 19th - Aries - 16-17 y.o. 1st year - Freshman - Class E, no. 27 Literature Club (club leader - made it herself) - later Board Game Club Best Subject: Astronomy Hobbies: Reading Pet peeves: Being stared at Favorite food: Cold vegetables Least favorite food: Greasy foods Talent: Knowing when someone is looking at her Floyd-given name: Ghost Catfish Rook-given name: Demoiselle Ange Cater-given name: Mi-mi Signature Spell: Swan Heart When the spell is cast, a pair of big, white feather wings sprout from her back. The wings are big enough to allow her to fly with them

[ ~Based on 'the ugly duckling'~ ]

I know it's not a Disney thing but eh

Link to all my OC Showcases here!

A few quotes:

"This is… I have never witnessed the night sky without light pollution before. It is…magnificent."

[internal narration] *Oh Artemisia you inarticulate fool!*

Her expression grows a little sad, desperate and uncomfortable all at once. "But…! Light turquoise is the only color that fits me…" — "Dark colors draw too much attention to my pale complexion, as does white. Pink draws attention to my eyes, and, in my personal opinion, makes me look like an oversized toddler."

She was born the second child of the Silkmire family, the current royal family of the Land of Dawning. Her family consists of her mother Queen Marigold, her father King Simeon, her older sister Cerise, and her younger brother Valerian. From the moment she was born, it was clear that she was…well, different. Instead of the crimson/golden hair, grey/blue eyes and tan skin of the rest of her family, her hair was stark white, her eyes a pinkish red color, and her skin white as snow. The condition she was born with also ensured she was quite a sickly child, and even when she grew up, still had a weak constitution and sensitivity to sunlight. Oh, and she was also born with two other conditions: brittle bones, and a heart condition which greatly reduced her stamina, as strenuous exercise of any kind made her winded incredibly quickly, leaving her dizzy and light-headed, sometimes even collapsing. Along with being albino and being born with a weak heart, weak bones and just a weak body overall, she also bruises very easily and her skin is incredibly sensitive to physical sensations. As is her hearing. She has no 'filter' in her ears. 'White noise' to her, with the exception of the ticking of clocks, is never actually white noise, instead just regular noise. Due to this reason she cannot stand crowds. Due to its history, the Land of Dawning does not look favorably upon the fae. And any child who significantly differs from the norm was purported to be either a changeling— a child swapped with a fae as a baby— or somehow 'fae-touched' whether it be by curse or any other means. And it didn't take long for the term 'fae-touched' to stop meaning 'someone cursed by a fae' and start meaning 'anyone who looks or behaves differently to the norm'. And their own princess being— in their eyes— fae-touched meant that from the moment of her birth, she was seen as an ill-omen. Unlike her sister and later brother, her birth was barely announced at all, and she was hidden away from the rest of the world. Also partly due to the fact that she had magic, which was not exactly 'common' anywhere but Briar Valley. While it might not have been seen as strange had she looked 'normal', her being 'fae-touched' and also possessing magic only further confirmed the former in their eyes.

She was in a bit of a strange position. Her activities and people she spoke to were just as limited as was typical for a princess, but since her parents never bothered having her attend all the social functions her sister went to- in fact, they more often than not even forbid her from setting foot outside her room when one was happening- she was left largely to herself. All her life, she's known it is the royal family's duty to be and uphold the gold standard for what is deemed acceptable behavior in the Land of Dawning, and her parents always placed a heavy emphasis that each person fit into what is expected of them. Since she was deemed to have a 'monstrous' appearance, since she looked different, she was deemed exempt from this, the most standard duty of a royal. Her existence was deemed mostly pointless. So, she was shunned by her parents, seen as completely without use or purpose for existing. She found not a single shred of hope anywhere. The only fate in store for her was to do nothing but continue to breathe each day, nothing more than a relative whose name was only to be spoken of in hushed tones. So it was deemed that her duty was to stay out of sight and out of mind as much as possible. Her older sister Cerise was her only real friend growing up. Where others scorned her and ignored her, Cerise loved her and was genuinely happy to spend time with her. Cerise was always listening to her go on and on about something she'd learned from a book even though Cerise often had no idea what half of the things Artemisia spoke of meant, all with a small smile on her face, happy to see her sister happy. She never made any comment about how dark Artemisia's room was or seemed disappointed when Artemisia didn't feel like talking, or her body got overwhelmed and she needed to rest. Artemisia felt that, so long as she had Cerise, she was fine with being an outsider to the rest of the world. Her entire world consisted the palace's walls, and even the places in the castle she could visit were limited. But, though it took years of convincing, before her sister left, Cerise had somehow convinced their parents to let Artemisia try to live a normal life. So long as Cerise was accompanying her, Artemisia was allowed to attend a very few, select events.

It didn't go very well for her. When she was there, people always stared at her at first, whispering about her in hushed tones and acting like she was some exotic animal. She remembers one evening when she was 7, she'd been allowed to attend a high society ball. With her nervous mannerisms and how she didn't speak unless she was spoken to first- and then, in a quiet voice that was hard to hear- people, as always, thought she was strange. They stared at her, and thought it was rude that she never looked them in the eye, and mostly just kept her head down staring at the floor and fidgeting with her hands that she always held in front of her protectively. When she tried to go up to a group of girls her age and talk to them, though they let her join the conversation, they seemed apprehensive about it. Mostly, she remained quiet, just listening, because whenever she did try to say something they all stared at her as though she'd told them she likes to chew on her slippers. Eventually, she ended up just walking away, and they didn't seem to care, or even notice. She moved back to her place against the wall, and amongst all the whispers of the crowd around her roaring in her ears, she heard someone call her 'changeling'. The reminder of the huge wall separating her from other people, along with the fact that she could feel people watching her and the noise all became too much. She ended up running out of the ballroom, down the hall and into the first other door she could find. She ended up in the library. There, everything was darker, calm, quiet, and there was no one to stare at her and make her feel self-conscious. At first, she cried for a long time because of her feelings of isolation and alienation. Then, when she'd stopped crying, she felt a bit bored. Though she knew she definitely didn't want to go back into the ballroom. Just out of curiosity, she pulled a book off the shelves and began reading. It was a history book for children, and as soon as she began reading, she was instantly hooked. She ended up staying there late into the night, reading book upon book, absorbing all the information like a sponge. She became so lost in the worlds of the books that, once someone finally found her, almost buried behind her stack of books, she snapped back to reality and noticed that the sun was starting to rise outside the window. From that day forward, she never asked to go to another event again. Instead, at every opportunity, she'd be in the library, reading until she was too tired and went to bed or was interrupted. She loved, and still loves, books and libraries with all her heart. In books she can get sucked into another world and pretend she's not herself for a while, or she can learn about the real world around her that she's never been allowed to see. And hidden away in her own tiny, shaded alcove of the library, there was no one who would come to stare at her or call her names. What she’d do if she didn’t understand a word in a book is literally just go look it up in a dictionary—and if that definition included words she didn’t understand, she’d look up those, too. She devoured so many books so quickly that when she was only 9, she'd straight up just run out of books to read that were fit for her age demographic. So she began reading more advanced ones, and her sister was shocked when she found a 10-year-old Artemisia reading and mostly comprehending a history book meant for people twice her age. And when she later lost Cerise, literature became her only remaining comfort and escape from a world she felt would never accept her.

But, though she might have stopped trying to attend any parties, they still happened, foreign dignitaries and royalty visiting for the purposes of diplomacy or some such. During these events, she was told to stay in her room, but she would often sneak out to the library, since she knew it would be empty. This being due to a rumor that a ghost was haunting it. That 'ghost' was actually her; people had seen a ghostly white shape in the library in the middle of the night, and some had described hearing crying, others the jostling of chains. Those 'chains' were actually just the keys to her room and drawers which she liked to bring with her for safe-keeping. But the rumor meant the library was always empty at night. Or at least, it usually was. During one such event, held at night, she found a boy two or three years older than her napping on a couch, telling her to be quiet if she was gonna be in there. She did as he asked, and sat quietly at a table a few feet away from him, reading. Though…she wanted to try to speak to him. But before she could, an member of the palace staff came in, Artemisia hurrying to hide, and told the boy off for wandering off on his own. They called him 'your highness'. They then asked him if he had been talking to someone, saying they thought they might've heard a second voice. He took one look at the anxious expression on her face, hiding in a corner, and lied and said no. Then the staff member urged him to come along with them, since his parents and brother were looking for him. During the next event, she once again sought out the library. And once again found a dark haired lion boy napping nearby. Just like the last time, she sat quietly near him as she read. But he broke the silence, asking, since she obviously knew who he was by that point, why hadn't she found somewhere else to sit? The library was big enough for her to avoid him, after all. She asked if he wanted her to move. He said she could do whatever she wanted. So she stayed sitting next to the couch. The next time after that, he asked if she hadn't heard the rumors about him, and why she was still choosing to be around him. She answered: 'People tell rumors about me too. They stare at me, or don't want their children to associate with me. But you do not treat me like I'm different. It is…nice.' They did this quite a few times, actually. Once, he even asked what she was reading. The next time, he'd brought a small pile of similar books he thought she'd enjoy with him from home. They never spoke much to each other outside of the things outlined above. But they were each other's safe space whenever they met during a party. Someone else who knew what it was like to be judged, and just let them be them.

The reason he and his family visited so often was due to a trade agreement their parents had been working to establish. And once established, the visits came to an end. The next time she heard about her... Was he her friend? Not exactly. But it wouldn't be correct to say she disliked him, either. He was simply someone she didn't have to feel tense around. And given her lack of such people in her life, it was important to her. So it was less about him than it was the general state of being around him which she liked. Either way, the next time she heard about him, it was from her sister. He'd come up to her at some other social event and asked where Artemisia was. After explaining she was home, and asking if he'd like Cerise to give her a greeting from him, he just said 'whatever' and walked away. But still, brief as those meetings may have been, she recalled that time of her life fondly. Not only because she had something almost close to being considered the approximation of a friend, but also because it was the last time she got to spend with her sister.

When Artemisia was 11, her sister, who was 9 years older than her and thus 20 at the time, was married off to the crown prince of the Scalding Sands and sent away, later becoming the Sultana. She wrote to Artemisia a lot at first, but eventually the letters stopped arriving, and she spent the rest of her childhood completely alone, wearing a groove in the floor between her room and the library, doing nothing each day but continuing to be alive. Her mother had been home-schooling her for her whole life. Due to her various health conditions and that, while they might not say it, it was obvious her parents were ashamed of her, she was home-schooled. At first by various tutors...but they always gave her dirty looks when they thought she wasn't looking. So eventually her mother began teaching her. She taught Artemisia that it was best that she never left her tower at all, so Artemisia stopped going to events, only asking to be allowed to visit the library, which her mother reluctantly agreed to, as long as she visited only the smaller library, where the books Artemisia would read could more easily be filtered and combed through to make sure they held no information Artemisia wasn't allowed to know. Her mother said Artemisia being kept in her tower was for her own protection, since the outside world would surely revile her for being a monster, scorn and condemn her. She started teaching Artemisia that all the world would ever see in her was an unsightly monster, and an abomination, being born the way she was. She made it clear that she was 'only saying so for Artemisia's own good'. She knew how sensitive Artemisia was, and didn't want her to go through that, deciding instead it was better to isolate her.

She eventually became depressed, due to all the time she had on her hands with nothing new ever happening, just reading and reading and getting stuck in her own thoughts in an endless loop, never able to reach any conclusions in her mind about the things she kept thinking about. She often pondered philosophical questions in her mind…but talking about it with only yourself for so long gets boring, since it’s impossible to reach any answers. Even with her previous negative experiences of them, she'd tried attending more social events after Cerise left, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she could find someone she could hold a conversation with about academic topics like psychology, philosophy, mathematics, history, anthropology, law, linguistics, biology, astronomy—really just anything at all. Knowledge about those topics had filled her head for so long and are so fascinating to her that talking about them is the only way she knows to try to connect to other people. But no one ever seemed interested in talking about it with her, looking at her weirdly when she tried to start a conversation and just jumped straight into asking deeply philosophical questions. She felt she had no real reason to exist other than just continuing to read books, but she questioned if that was really a 'reason' at all. She is an incredibly introspective person, partly due to that just being how life shaped her; she has had nothing but time with her thoughts, after all. So she is at the same time very wise but very naïve. She had always wished that she could become a bird, so that she could fly out of this cage she's in, leave it all behind and truly be free. But she also knows that's impossible. She doesn't know why she's tried so hard to keep herself alive all this time, always trying to give herself a reason to get up the next day, such as finishing a book, or eating something specific for dinner. It’s like she’s endlessly wandering around an infinite maze with no exit. She'd rather keep walking, trying to keep herself hoping there’s an exit somewhere, than just give up. But still, she doesn't know why she refuses to give up.

Another talent of hers, if you could call it that, is speed reading. Not speed reading in the sense of just reading to get through the words, but also absorbing all the information at the same time. She normally reads about 2000 words per minute, with around 95% comprehension. She's been doing almost nothing but reading her entire life, after all, so of course she's gotten very fast at it.

At NRC:

One day, her mother informed Artemisia that she was to start attending Night Raven College. She was…flabbergasted. Night Raven College is an All-Boys' Magic School.

It was explained to her that her mother— and her father, too, but Artemisia barely saw him anyway— would be very busy in the coming year and no longer be able to keep home-schooling her. And since Sage island is Land of Dawning territory… Well, when the King and Queen of your nation say their daughter will be housed at your school from now on, you don't exactly have a choice in the matter.

She knew why they did what they did. They wanted to send her off somewhere, to not have to deal with her presence anymore. She was expecting to never return from Night Raven College.

She didn't get to NRC by way of the Black Carriage like the other students did, and instead arrived three days early through the Dark Mirror. She was given a spare room in the Faculty's quarters.

For the first month of school, she was back to her usual routine. Wake up, have breakfast and her medicine, read, have lunch, read, have dinner, read, then go to bed and get around 5 hours of sleep. Then wake up and do it all over again. The one saving grace about the situation was that Night Raven College had an extensive library filled with books she'd not read before.

But eventually the staff at the school felt too bad for her, and practically forced Crowley to enroll her. At first he protested, saying there were no open places in any of the dorms— but then a spot just so happened to open up in Scarabia. Really, he mostly agreed due to realizing if she was enrolled, he'd no longer have to spend money on giving her food and shelter; that'd get charged to her parents instead. So he just told her she was part of the Scarabia dorm now. He said it was because he analyzed her nature, but really he just chose one at random, and inadvertently added something else to Jamil's already overflowing plate. Whoops. Not his problem. Nor was the fact that the Scarabia dorm really was not a good place for Artemisia to be, what with her body's sensitivity to sunlight. Which her parents did clearly state in a letter they wrote to Crowley detailing things she would need for her health.

She first arrived at Scarabia in the middle of one of their famous parties. The Housewarden had greeted her briefly, saying he didn't recognize her but welcoming her to the party and encouraging her to get something to eat— then his attention was snatched away by someone else in the room calling out his name. So she just stood there.

The familiar, uncomfortable prickle of people's eyes on her settled into her skin, and though she held her arms protectively around herself and had tried to hide crammed into the shadow of a large vase, she still felt far too exposed for her liking. This was all why she never attended social gatherings anymore…there were always too many people, all of whom would undoubtedly stare at her like she was some exotic animal at least once during the night, and the constant sound of voices was always drilling into her head… Though at least with those gatherings, she could sneak out at some point; go to the library and disappear. Not this time. She wished with all her might that she could be allowed to go back to her room, or at least seek out someplace quieter or darker, where the light wouldn't sting her sensitive eyes. But alas, she had no such luck; she'd be forced to stay there until she worked up the courage to move through the throng of people to try to speak to the Housewarden again. She took a moment to settle her back against the wall, close her eyes, and take a deep breath, though she could already feel a headache coming on.

Seeking any kind of distraction, she became curious and decided to watch the other people present, maybe see if she could place them into a Dorm based on their clothing. It's not like there was anything else to do; she would never be able to just focus on her own thoughts with all the noise, and her mind would undoubtedly keep wandering back to the unease and anxiety she was just barely managing to smother. She looked over the rest of the students, sorted them, before moving on to the next, no one really seeming interesting enough to cast a second glance at.

That is, until she saw him.

She'd never exactly been the romantic type— for the longest time, having never felt it, she'd been convinced that romantic love didn't even exist and all romance books should be classed as non-fiction— and had never really payed any attention to what people look like. Until that very moment, apparently. When she saw him for the first time, it was like the rest of world began to move in slow-motion. Everything around her beginning to feel blurry and distant, even the sounds of people talking, and only his image remained clear and in focus. She couldn't stop staring at him, his beautiful long, dark, almost silken hair, his intelligent charcoal eyes...

Those strange, unfamiliar feelings took hold of her, made her chest tighten in a way she wasn't used to, and made her breath hitch. She couldn't explain it logically no matter how hard she tried. She'd never felt anything like it before. She forced herself to tear her eyes away, lest she be caught staring. She stared into space with her eyes aimed to the ground, calmed her breathing, and glanced in his direction again. She battled with herself, caught in some strange, inner battle between instinct, logic, her confusion, and the new sensation of bewilderment she felt. When she glanced up at him again, he seemed to notice, and he looked at her. At her. The moment their eyes meet, her heart suddenly exploded in her chest. The only term she could think of to refer to it as was a feeling of helplessness; of not knowing what to do and being unable to do anything except fall pray to whatever spell seemed to have been cast on her.

When he introduced himself and said he was supposed to lead her to her room (on Crowley's orders) she swore she forgot her own name. Her pale milk-toned face lit up strawberry pink. She found herself straining herself trying to make conversation and ask things about the dorm as they passed, and about himself, too. She had no idea what was going on— it was so out of character for her to want to talk to someone! But she did want to. More than she'd ever wanted anything. The words just kept coming out, she felt so tense and like she had no control over what she was saying. But she liked it. And when at the end he smiled at her and said goodnight, she thought she would faint. She wanted to see him again, to talk to him more, to learn more about him! She could barely sleep that night because her heart wouldn't stop pounding and she couldn't stop thinking about him…

But when the sun went up, her hopes were dashed. She realized, with resignation in her chest, that it was far, far too bright for her to be able to stay in Scarabia. The sun was so bright…it lit up her room even through the thick curtains covering the window. She tried to tough it out for a few days, but to no avail. No matter how much sunscreen she lathered on and no matter how many layers she wore to protect from it, she still ended up with a few barely-noticable-but-still-present blotches of red on her pearl white skin.

She had no choice. She had to request a transfer to Diasomnia. She felt absolutely crushed to know she could no longer be in the same dorm as him, the only person she'd ever wanted to put in effort to try to spend time with. She had no idea when else she would be able to see him.

When she got to Diasomnia, her bags full of nothing but books— carried with the help of a staff ghost, since she already had trouble walking for long distances without getting winded, nevermind doing so while carrying super heavy books— she was formally introduced to the vice Housewarden Lilia Vanrouge. She had to explain why she had requested a dorm transfer, and he was understanding as he showed her to an empty room. He also added his number into her phone in case she needed help.

Diasomnia was a lot darker than Scarabia, as well as the NRC campus as a whole, which she was thankful for. For the first time, she could look out the window without needing to squint. But...

People stared. All her dorm-mates aside from Lilia and Silver stared at her, whispering about how unusual her appearance was for a human. And they also talked about her being human quite a lot, since Silver had up to that point been the only non-fae dorm member. Sebek mentioned it quite often.

She was more physically comfortable in Diasomnia…but not exactly happy at first. For the first few weeks she holed up in her room to read, or left early in the morning and came back late at night.

It felt strange to her. She'd never felt at home around humans, never felt like one of them, so she wasn't used to being called a human. And in fact, she'd always hoped that if she was truly 'fae-touched', the fae might welcome her more readily than humans had.

Though, while most of her Dorm-members might not have welcomed her with open arms, Lilia and Silver certainly did. And Sebek, too, eventually. And Malleus, too, once the two of them met while coincidentally both going to Lilia for advice at the same time, after which Lilia introduced her as that freshman who'd transfered recently. He'd evidently been talking to Malleus about her quite often, as he said he'd been looking forward to finally meeting her in person.

Seeing as how Lilia had basically adopted her already— if not literally, which he most likely would have if he could, then at least in spirit— Malleus started treating her as though she were his younger sister. And given the shared experience of never being seen as whole people, one feared and the other ostracized, as well as them both being quite sheltered, it wouldn't have been hard to believe they actually were siblings.

When she found out NRC had clubs— that is, groups dedicated to a specific activity where one could meet and socialize with like-minded people, or at least who enjoyed the same activity— she was very sad when she realized there wasn't a club about books. When she lamented this to Lilia, he suggested she could make her own, since a club only really needed one member to be allowed to exist. And so she did. She formed the 'Literature Club'.

Something eventually happened which shocked her— Kalim, her former Housewarden, found her in her little alcove in the school library and invited her to one of his parties. And weirder still, she accepted? Some tiny part of her was hoping she might get to see Jamil there. And she did! She felt absolutely over the moon. She spent every second that she could talking to him, offering to help carry small things back and forth from the kitchen. It wore her out, with her very poor stamina, but she was just too happy to be able to talk to him that it didn't matter to her. Her crush on him made her feel normal, in a way, for the first time in her life.

Later on, she ended up asking Lilia— who, as she'd barely ever even talked to her own father, had started to feel like something of a father figure to her— if he could teach her how to cook. She wanted to be able to help Jamil, both as a way to spend more time with him, and also to help lessens his workload. He agreed, but… Even she could tell the food he made was not fit for consumption. Though Silver and Malleus gently persuaded her otherwise when she wanted to give Lilia an honest critique on his food and how he could improve.

Instead, she started going to every single party Kalim ever invited her to, to be able to spend time with Jamil. She'd always seek him out, to the point even Kalim caught on and started just telling her where he'd last seen Jamil when she arrived.

She ended up spending a lot of time in the Scarabia kitchen as a result, asking to help carry dishes out to the lounge.

When she found out Jamil was in the basketball club, she asked him if she could come watch their practice sometime, to which he agreed.

And so that became routine for her. On the days they had practice, she would show up and watch. When they had breaks, she would go up to Jamil and ask him something or other about how the game worked, as well as other things. He once told her he was impressed by how quickly she'd memorized the rules, which lead into a conversation about academics in general, during which she said she was great at the theoretical parts, but not so great at the more practical applications of magic, since she just wasn't used to seeing it up-close. At this point, Winter Break hadn't happened yet, so he was still pretending to be just average. But still, for some reason (really, he wonders why, too) he said he could try to tutor her sometime if she'd like.

These tutoring sessions eventually lead to cooking practice, too. Artemisia has never liked people she doesn't know (which is everyone) touching her, literally and physically shying away whenever someone tries to so much as shake her hand, and backing up even further if they don't get the hint. Even with people she's acquainted with it usually feels unpleasant. But when Jamil had to hold her hands to show her how to properly use a knife, she didn't mind at all. For once, touch even felt...pleasant. Not 'not unpleasant', but actually nice in itself. And unlike with most people, she could actually look him straight in the eye without feeling incredibly uncomfortable. Though she tried to avoid it, because she knew if she did she'd end up becoming too flustered to speak properly.

Having had a lot of experience with it, Artemisia seems to have some kind of 6th sense for when someone is looking at her, manifesting as a prickling sensation in her skin. At home, she only felt it walking to the library or dining hall. But at NRC she felt it very, very often. In and on her way to class, of course, and on her way back to her dorm. But suddenly…she started feeling it almost anywhere.

She might just have been sitting down reading like usual, or writing in her diary, and the hairs on the back of her neck would stand up for no reason, even while in her room, or in the deepest, darkest, most hidden alcoves of the library. She could never see anyone, but she could always feel them watching her. But sometimes she heard the shutter of a camera. Or her diary would go missing for a few minutes, only for her to search for it, then have it turn back up in the exact same place she remembered putting it down, even if she knew for certain it hadn't been there when last she checked.

It had all started after she'd lost one of her notebooks for a few hours— though the notebook was quickly returned by a classmate who said someone had come up and given it to them, saying to return it to Artemisia. Inside it, she'd found written along the margins of some of her poetry and philosophical thoughts things like 'Captivant!' and 'Je suis amoureux!'

It seemed no place, not even the library— her place of refuge— was safe anymore. It made her incredibly uneasy. She hated every single second of it more than she could possibly describe. She felt so unsafe, so scrutinized. She's always hated being stared at more than anything else. It's always felt…violating, in a way. But no one had ever been anywhere near this persistent. Every time she heard the shutter of a camera sounding somewhere nearby she wanted to burst into tears and scream, just staring running and throw something at whoever was terrorizing her so; anything, just to get them to stop and leave her alone.

She, for the first time in her life, slowly stared to become almost afraid to be alone. But what luck then, that one day she'd suddenly run into someone she wasn't expecting to meet again; her old childhood 'friend', Leona. Just like before, they met in the library. Just like before, she simply sat down near him to read. It felt somewhat more safe sitting next to him.

But then she felt the familiar prickle in her skin. It was somehow even worse than ever this time, washing through her like a full-body shiver. And Leona noticed. Not only Artemisia's state— which wasn't hard because she always wore her strong emotions on her sleeve, especially when she felt uncomfortable— but he also noticed the person watching her. Watching them.

When Rook revealed himself, at Leona's behest, he seemed positively radiating excitement, knowing his two favorite victimsfascinations knew each other, and had even been childhood friends. He said it was 'so beautiful I might begin to cry!'

It became a semi-regular occurance of them spending time around each other silently, and then Leona just abruptly stops and sniffs the air, one ear focusing in on a sound. Then he just grumbles something about Rook as he gets up to start walking away. Artemisia immediately also gets up and practically begs him to take her with him because she does not want to be alone if Rook is around.

Also, didn't know where else to add this, but when the culture clubs go to Camp Vargas, she's the only member of the literature club so she ended up needing to do literally all the challenges on her own.

Not only is it in the sun, she— a shut-in with a heart condition who gets winded and has to take breaks walking down a flight of stairs— did not stand a CHANCE doing anything like walking around looking for things, or fishing. Her arms have the strength of tooth picks, not to mention she doesn't even know how to do things like fish, pitch a tent, start a fire or cook in the first place.

She was able to identify a few edible plants from books, and she knew what kind of animals would be in the region, but that was it.

She ended up passing out from exhaustion on the second day. That declared her unable to continue the challenge, and the Literature Club officially disbanded.

She ended up becoming sick when she got back to NRC, too.

Not too long after that, NRC ended up having some mandatory event that she was forbidden from not attending.

Like usual, she tried to find a dark, secluded corner to stand in to wait out the party.

But this time, it seems someone else had the same idea, because while standing in a little alcove between a pillar and some curtains, she started hearing mumbling coming from the other side of the pillar, and looked over to see a guy with blue fire for hair.

They both apologize and said they could leave and find another place, before both agreeing that this was really the best spot in sight to avoid people, and agreed to hunker down and share the space for the rest of the night. Artemisia asked if she could get the darker part, since her sensitive eyes can't be exposed to too much light. She sighed and makes a comment about how she'd much rather be back in her room right now, and he, or Idia, as he'd told her, shared the sentiment.

Artemisia said having her there makes no sense— she would just be crammed into the darkest corner she could find, avoiding people the entire event anyway, and if there was any important information she could've just read it on the Diasomnia common room's bulletin board. On the exact same page, Idia chimed in saying 'A-and my presence is such a total mood-kill' and Artemisia agreed 'Yes, exactly! Ah, not to say that yours is, but mine…'

Then they shared a long, mutual sigh.

He shifted awkwardly and realized he brought a small game's console with him— think game-boy or something— and smiled in relief to himself. Artemisia stepped closer and asked what it is. This is where Idia becomes very flustered, realizing 'crap there's a girl standing very close to me' and he does the Terrified Turtle face, and starts stuttering. But when she says she's never really played a video game before, the shock snaps him out of it and he asks what rock she's lived under all her life, and she says she was always just confined to her room at home, upon which he goes quiet, knowing that feeling way too well. She asks if she can see how it works, and he agrees, and they crouch down to play. They keep talking back and forth about it for the rest of the party, and Artemisia tries it, and manages to beat the first level.

Idia talks about all the other kinds of video games that exist, and Artemisia looks at him with almost sparkling eyes. Gathering all his courage, and recalling his brother's words of encouragement about making friends, Idia says that the board game club has a few video games, too, and that he's a member and she can come check it out sometime if she wants.

She agreed.

She came to the next club meeting, and the next, and the next, and she's just a member now. Then eventually Idia suggests some PC games they could try playing, but when realizing the only computer Artemisia has is an old laptop from like 15 years ago, says it's probably better if she visits Ignihyde.

Bonus: Some more sprites

[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?

[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)

[lilyoffandoms]

My March Challenge Masterlist

So my February challenge is almost done (one more to finish if Tyril’s face decides to cooperate) and I am obsessed (putting it mildly) with flowers and the language of flowers so watch me give all the flowers to all the characters for this month @choicesmonthlychallenge haha

Elam (TCH) for me

Daisy: purity, innocence

Goldenrod: good luck, pioneering spirit

Violet: modesty, strength, gracefulness

Spring Beauties: ephemeral nature, new beginnings

Ivy: everlasting life, devotion, loyalty

Sean (ES) for @3rdstreetfrank

Forget-Me-Nots: true love memories

Mal x Daenarya (Blades) for storyofmychoices

Baby’s Breath: everlasting love

Lancelot du Lac (Guinevere)

Sweet William: gallantry

Zoey Day (MOTY) requested by @inlocusmads

Orange Zinnias: success, drive, & family bonds

Aster Nightbloom (Blades) for @dutifullynuttywitch

Ivy: endurance, faithfulness

Speedwell: travel, kindness, & loyalty

Aster: trusting

Calla Lily: magnificence (as a nod to Mr. Magnificent)

Trystan Thorne (CoP)

Gardenia: secret love

Gabriel Rose (CoP)

Black-Eyed Susan: justice

Aerin Valleros (Blades)

Zinnias: Lasting affection

Coreopsis: growth

Bachelor’s Button: hope & resilience

Gerbera: loyal love

Snapdragon: deception

Crocosmia lucifer: wicked playfulness

Rams Erndheart (TE)

Inspired by this edit

Ava Cunningham (ILITW)

Snapdragon: magic, truth-telling, & broken curse

Nyx & Luna Rose (Blades) for @storyofmychoices

Angel Trumpets: creativity/inspiration, honor granted to a higher being/power

Devil’s Trumpets: power and caution

Wind (LOA) for @oh-so-youre-a-nerd

Blackthorne: fate, protection, hope against adversity

Gabriel Adalhard (ID) for @aria-ashryver

Marigold: warmth, cheerfulness

Cosmos: stubbornness, determination, harmony, joy, peace, & resilience

Clem Hawthorne & Nolia Julivert (TPS)

Clematis: wisdom, travel, & determination

Magnolia: nobility, perseverance, & dignity

Adan McIntyre (AME)

Sunflower: loyalty & abundance

Poppy: peace & hopeful future

Lily of the Valley: happiness, luck, & love

[rocknroll7575]

Jaune " may marigold robyn is your adoped mom right?

May " why yes

Jaune jands her a jaune fucked our mom club t-shirt " then i banged your mom

Robyn through the walls " AND WE WAS A MAGNIFICENT BEAST❤️

May: *Wearing a JFOM club shirt* Damn it... I wanted a piece of that cake first!

[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.

[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.

[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.

[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."

[pianocat939]

Hello! Can I plz request the rottmnt brothers (separately) react to their s/o being a hybrid? For Leo the reader is a Kitsune, for Raph the reader is a wolf, for Donnie the reader is a bunny, and for Mikey the reader is a neko. It's ok if no tho! :)

(Ps: The reader can fight but is also extremely innocent and doesn't understand dirty jokes, ty!)

I gotta be honest with you mate. I hate the "I can fight but I'm really innocent" personality. It reminds me of the days I read the cringiest Wattpad fanfics (Wattpad was a dark era for me. I wish to never witness it again). It's true that people like them do exist but it's doubtful considering fighting has a lot of well...blood and trauma. And besides, I don't even have dirty jokes on here.

Since the request did say significant other this is purely romantic.

Tw: mention of insomnia, I don’t think there’s anymore since this is a non-crazy turtles one

Turtles with MC Being a Hybrid

✦Reasonable Amount of Chicken Bone✦

Wolf hybrid:

Likes the fact you have sharp teeth like him. Sure, he loves his snaggle tooth but because of his carnivorous turtle species, it makes him slightly self-conscious when compared to his brothers.

Speaking of carnivorous, since you are both biologically similar in that term, he loves taking you out to meat restaurants.

Plays with your tail, and the floof is very nice.

Wolves are really loud. Especially when they howl. And I don't think Raphie is the type of person who tolerates sudden loud noises that well. This means he struggles a bit when you get excited and express your animal instincts.

When you guys snuggle he likes giving ear and cheek scratches (apparently wolves, just like dogs, enjoy cheek scratches).

✦Licks of Growth Spurt✦

Fox hybrid:

Idk if anybody else has heard this but foxes have a snicker-like laugh. He absolutely loves hearing it, because not only is it funny, but it’s something he genuinely loves.

Is a brat and pulls on either your tails or ears.

Makes fox jokes a lot. Doesn’t matter when, just any time he wants to annoy you a little.

Would buy you dead mice and give it to you. Literally no malicious intent, he truly believes mice is a staple food in your diet.

Whenever he has insomnia he likes to brush his fingers through any part of your fur (places that do I mean).

I like think he’s the one with the biggest cold-blooded issues so when you’re around, and it’s winter, he’s clinging onto you.

✦Down the Anteater’s Back✦

Rabbit Hybrid:

(If this was Leo I could’ve made all the Leosagi jokes help)

So rabbits tend to thump their foot when in distress of any sort. Donnie likes this nonverbal behaviour as it’s similar to his own leg stims (Yes he does it when he’s happy but the action is still similar).

Finds it hard to relate to your hate of water (rabbits don’t like it as it weighs down on their coat). As he is the most aquatic of his bros. So don’t mind the fact if he’s slightly put off by the fact you don’t like to be in water.

Is amazed at your jumping ability. He imagines how fun it would be to hop around on natural ability rather than tech. He still loves his drone-jet pack tho.

Rabbits are herbivores. Which means you probably have a more plant based pizza. He is 100% disgusted. Why would you do such things to this magnificent dish???

✦Marigold Sniffing Year✦

Cat hybrid:

He loves snuggling with you, especially on cold days where he can’t maintain his body heat as good as usual. Plus he gets extra cuddles so it’s a win-win.

You’re part cat. Cats like knocking things over. You are not allowed in the kitchen when he’s cooking unless if you agree to help him out: without letting the food fall to the ground ofc.

Would definitely the type of person who likes brushing your tail. Makes it extra floofy which is exquisite for petting.

You don’t like water, he doesn’t like water, all is well. Although your dislike is much different from his. Fur and water doesn’t mix well, but for him, he just wouldn’t survive in waters more than 2/3 up his body.

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Sorry I didn’t post anything yesterday I accidentally fell asleep while I was writing.

I woke up really confused on what happened last night haha

- Celina