#my pal daisy

[tennfan2]

Nice to Meet You (Again)

(Oh hey - it’s my first scene log in… a long damn time! Also, Daisy? Put the card for this away while you read.)

First, a confession: my thing with memory play is that it kind of pisses me off that people are able to do it. I mean, I’m happy for them, but it’s always been kind of elusive for me. As a result, I’ve always had kind of mixed success with it as a hypnotist.

So when my friend Daisy, who I’d been talking with since last summer and doing online trancy things with since the fall, mentioned being sort of curious about it, I was happy to play around. She’s a really good subject - someone who just inherently “gets it” - so I felt pretty good about the possibilities.

So, over a few weeks, we played with some simple things and over time we built a metaphor I really love. The idea is this: our brains are reference libraries, our memories are books, and there sure are a ton of books there, right? Too many to keep up with. So we all have a card catalog we can flip through to find the right one. The books never leave (it’s a reference library, obviously) but if you lose the card that tells you where it is? Then it’s essentially impossible to find.

I learned that Daisy would be arriving to Charmed a day before I’d be able to get there, but since I live nearby, I had an idea. What if I picked her up on Wednesday evening and had her forget I’d done so, giving us two chances to meet for the first time?

I threw out the idea during one of our conversations and it was quite well received. I believe the response was just “HOT. Hot.”

A couple of weeks before Charmed, I had her in trance and walked through the particulars of the plan, and let her know that there was no need to remember that we’d even talked about it. Her (very excellent) brain did the rest and over the ensuing days she knew that we’d discussed… something, but there was no clue as to what.

So there I was, pulling up to the airport on the Wednesday before Charmed, and there she was, waiting on the curb. It had been a long time since I’d had that kind of moment–the one that comes from months of conversation and phone calls and Skype trances and that joy of finally meeting someone who felt like an old friend in the flesh. All joy, all around.

We got into the car and started driving and chatting, but I looked at my GPS and realized I’d totally overestimated the drive from the airport to the hotel. I quickly asked her if I could do a thing, and she agreed; I put her into trance as we drove and reminded her about the plan:

I’d take her to the hotel and get her settled, but as soon as I left, she’d forget how she got there, remembering only a lovely rideshare ride with a very nice driver. She’d know she’d gotten there safely and it would all make good sense in her mind. I also planted some other Easter eggs for the weekend, and helped reinforce some safety suggestions we’d built over the time we’d be playing.

We got to the hotel and she checked in, I went up to her room with her and got her settled, and then headed for home. Friends, it was *audaciously* hard to pry myself away. But I knew the payoff would be worth it.

She actually texted the next afternoon to see when I’d be arriving with my merry band of carmates, who I’d told about my plan, but when we arrived, she was engaged as a demo bottom and eager learner in Wiseguy’s first-day class! It was hilarious because I’d rounded up most of my covid pod for the weekend to watch the big reveal, and they were… slightly impatient as we awaited her getting out of class.

But when she arrived from class? It was pure, unmitigated joy, again. I knew it would be fun to meet her twice for the first time, but I can’t overstate how cool it was.

The look on her face to “finally” meet was so real, so joyful. It was as close as one could get to perfect. I introduced her to my friends, and then leaned in to ask… “is there anything you need to remember?”

Y’all. Y’ALL. It could not have been better. Her eyes rolled up and fluttered for what seemed like a minute, but was probably just a few seconds. Seeing the memories return to her mind in real time was unlike anything I’d ever really experienced. She turned to me, said “... you little shit.” (a term of endearment - take my word for it) and then just collapsed into a squat for… a while.

It was so fun, so exciting, and so incredibly cool to do this, and I’m so grateful to Daisy for letting poke around in her brain (which is a truly excellent co-conspirator in all of this). What a great way to start a great weekend.

[samwpmarleau]

fic: touch my soul (you know how)

whumptober day 12: starvation masterlist: tumblr, ao3 If she only has a few more fleeting moments to see him, ever, she’s going to spend it doing what she’s more than once thought about ever since he flashed her that smug little smirk as she quaked him against the junkyard shelves. warning: very nsfw

“God, I’m a mess,” Daisy sniffles, once Mack and Yo-Yo set off to have what she’s sure will be a complicated conversation.

Unthinkingly, she swipes at the tears on her cheeks; the black mascara residue on her fingers tells her now she must look like even more of a mess. Then again, it’s been an harrowingly long day, and frankly, Robbie’s seen her in far worse states than this.

“Still less eyeliner than last time I saw you.”

“I was depressed, you jerk.”

Robbie smiles, making her wish not for the first time that she could’ve known him before the whole flaming head thing. His glimpses of lightness are few and far between, but she’s glimpsed enough to know that once upon a time, that light came out a lot more often. Brooding suits him, sure, but she likes the alternative better. Maybe spending some time on Earth will do him good.

“Anyway,” she says, “once everything blows over, I’m inviting myself over for dinner, so let me know what —”

“Dinner?”

“Yeah, with Gabe. Aren’t you going back to L.A.?”

Robbie’s smile fades. “Oh. No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I mean, I have to take care of the book. That’s the entire reason I’m here.”

“But — you’ve only been here for a few hours.”

“I don’t get a vote.”

“You can’t ask for a few vacation days?”

“No. Soon as the Rider’s done with Coulson, he’ll come back to me and we’ll be gone. I wasn’t kidding when I told you I’ve never felt hate like that from him before. He’ll take over completely if I try to fight him on this.”

Daisy stares at him, incredulous. “How could you make that deal?”

“Daisy —”

“No, don’t ‘Daisy’ me. Mack told me what the terms were, and they’re terrible.”

“It doesn’t matter. The alternative was letting a good man suffer for things I did. The Rider wasn’t going to let go of Mack for anything less than what I offered.”

“Gabe was right,” Daisy snaps, “you do blame yourself for things that aren’t your fault. Yes, Mack’s a good man. But so are you. You really have that low of an opinion about yourself?”

“So, what’s your solution, girl?” Robbie laughs. There is very little humor in it. “You think you can hack a deal with the devil or something? Come on. There’s no way out of this.”

She doesn’t have a good answer to that, but she’s not about to accept that he’s right either, that there’s no escape. It’s too depressing to think about. Hesitantly, Robbie reaches out to grasp her wrist. It surprises her a little, though perhaps it shouldn’t; for someone whose inner demons are literal, he can be impossibly gentle.

“Don’t worry about me. I’ve dealt with the Rider for six years, what’s a little longer?”

“Eternity is not a little longer, Reyes.”

Robbie sighs. “What do you want me to say?”

“I don’t know! Anything other than this zen bullshit. It’s like you don’t even care about the people you’re leaving behind.”

“Of course I care.”

“Really? Because you seem real eager to skip off back to hell. Were you even planning on saying goodbye?”

“I already called Gabe.”

“I wasn’t talking about Gabe. I mean, not only about Gabe.” Daisy pokes a finger into his chest. “Actually, I should get two goodbyes.”

Robbie gives a slight frown, like she’s speaking gibberish. “Didn’t exactly have a chance last time. And I didn’t know you’d want one.”

“I told you, I vet my vengeance demons before I hop in a car with them. We were a team. Ish.”

“Yeah, ish. You took off pretty quick.” There’s a slight edge to his words that takes Daisy aback. He elaborates, “The night of the blackout. I went to deal with Canelo’s and get you some supplies, and you were gone. Not even a note.”

She considers telling him what precipitated her leaving. But she can’t throw Gabe under the bus like that any more than she could when he first had warned her away from his brother. There’s genuine hurt on Robbie’s face, though, which is something she admittedly had never stopped to think about. She’d assumed it wouldn’t make a difference to him whether she was there or not.

“Sorry. Look, it wasn’t anything to do with you. You know how I was. I sabotaged myself, and sometimes other people got caught in the crossfire.”

That’s the truth, too. Gabe was just an excuse. She’d seen the writing on the wall, that she could easily get attached to Robbie’s intriguing contrast of light and dark, so she was more than happy to walk right out the door.

“You can’t have thought I was that good of company. As I recall, you tied me up and tried to find evidence that I deserved to die.”

“That was before, and not the point.”

“Okay, well, I can’t change any of that now. You weren’t the reason I left your house that night.”

Robbie looks somewhat mollified.

Given the current circumstances, however, she thinks she still comes out on top of this particular argument. “At least I was in this dimension. Which is more than can be said for you.”

She takes a minute to commit his face to memory. There’s only one way all this can go from here.

“I’m never gonna see you again, am I?”

“I don’t know.”

Frustration, anger, sadness, and panic combine to form a knot in her throat, preventing her from speaking. Not that she knows what she’d say even if she could speak. She’s too drained to know what to do. To accept that no sooner has Robbie come back to Earth than he has to leave again. No time to breathe or have a real conversation. Barely even any time for him to enjoy the Rider taking a sabbatical.

She’s never known him as this, she realizes. As himself. He’s always had another half to him. But, temporarily, that other half has attached itself elsewhere. There is no one listening in or raring to take control. He’s who she thought he was the night they met, flashing her that smug little smirk as she quaked him against the junkyard shelves.

“Daisy?” Robbie prompts.

I’m here now, he’d said, soft and hopeful in a way he wasn’t back then, and that’s good.

Wasting no more time they don’t have, she fists her hands in his jacket and kisses him.

It’s hard and artless, but right now, she doesn’t care. If she only has a few more fleeting moments to see him, ever, she’s not going to spend them being mournful.

Before she can do anything further, however, Robbie pulls away. “Daisy, wait —”

“Ghost Rider can give you fifteen minutes.”

“It’s not that.”

She registers his hesitation and lets go of him. “Oh, you don’t … sorry, I thought …”

“It’s not that either.”

“Okay, then what’s the problem?”

“You deserve better than fifteen minutes. I don’t want you to regret anything.”

“I won’t. Save your chivalry for someone else.”

He delays a moment more, as if wondering whether this is a test, then abruptly pulls her to him and kisses her like any second now she’s going to change her mind. She almost laughs at the unexpected fervor. She’s only ever known him as reserved, someone who’s painstakingly aware of every movement he makes. The danger he poses.

A danger which now, he doesn’t have. Now, he’s just a man.

She gladly lets him tug off her shirt, but stills his hands as he goes to remove his jacket. “Don’t. I’m kinda into it.”

“You’re — you do know I’ve killed people in this jacket?”

“You’ve also saved people in it. Try not to pop a boner next time you take someone out.”

Baffled, he nonetheless leaves the jacket where it is and complies, “Whatever you want.”

“Dangerous words.”

“Not if I mean them.”

“All right, then,” Daisy says as she tosses aside her pants and underwear. “Make me remember you, Robbie Reyes.”

Robbie’s smile is as bittersweet as the reality she knows soon will crash down upon them. “Yes, ma’am.”

She expects him to lift her when he guides her to the wall, but instead he drops to his knees and nudges her feet apart. He nuzzles the inside of her thigh, then lifts her leg over his shoulder for better access. Kisses are pressed to her soft skin, closer and closer to where she really wants him. His hands slide down the swell of her rear to grip her hips and keep her in place.

Which is probably a good thing, as she tries to buck into him when finally he puts his mouth on her. He licks a stripe along her slit, lapping at her like he’s been craving it. Maybe he has, desiring her all this time yet worlds away from being able to have her. And now he’s inflicting that upon her, infuriatingly avoiding her clit even as he presses two fingers inside her.

She lets out a low huff of annoyance at his measured pace, half of her wanting him to hurry the hell up, and the other wanting to drag this out. He begins shallowly pumping his fingers in and out of her and curls them at the knuckle to brush against her walls.

She inhales sharply as he finally closes his mouth around her clit. Her breathing falters as her pleasure builds, and she tangles her fingers in his hair. She wishes it were longer, so she get a proper grip. Remind him who exactly is in charge here.

Unsubtle hint received, he urges her closer, quickening his pace. Wetness begins to drip down her thighs; his fingers must be slicked in it. The thought has her tightening her leg around him, and he moans against her. The vibration does it, pulling a cry from her as her orgasm hits.

Not waiting for her to ride it out, he abruptly sets her onto the table, unbuckles his jeans, and pushes inside her in one firm stroke. She gasps at the intrusion; he’s not small, and it’s been eight months since she’s been with anyone. But it’s a quick adjustment, for she’s more than wet enough.

She wraps her legs around his waist as he shoves into her again, and again. His hands will leave bruises, she thinks, with the pressure at which he holds her. She doesn’t care. He understood the assignment — bruises mean she couldn’t forget him even if she tried.

“Mark me,” she commands. He slows in question, and she nods. “Do it.”

Looming over her, he kisses her once, then sinks his teeth into the soft flesh of her shoulder. She winces at the sting but leans into him as he nips up her neck and leaves behind distinguishable red marks that she prays no one asks about. He adjusts his hold on her, then pulls her fast and hard onto him. It’s just this side of painful, not that she’s complaining.

She hopes wherever Coulson and the others are is nowhere near here. Robbie’s thrusts are anything but quiet, the sounds of her ecstasy carry into the hallway, and she can hear the rustling of his leather jacket and muffled squeak of the table every time it shifts beneath her. She feels herself again begin to lose control — and so does he.

“Vente para mí,” he murmurs in her ear.

“What?”

He chuckles and translates, “Come for me.”

Robbie reaches between them to rub her clit and, apparently buoyed by her reaction to his words, caresses her with more Spanish she doesn’t understand. He could be reciting a recipe for all she knows, but whatever it is, she drowns herself in it.

Robbie falls first. His movements stutter then stop, and with a grunt he releases inside her. The sensation snaps every shred of her self-control, sending her over the edge. The room trembles as she comes with his name on her lips.

It takes several moments for her to regain her wits, consumed as she is. Robbie’s no different, if the way he delays pulling out is any indication.

God, if she’d known he was this good of a lay, she’d have fucked him a long time ago.

Well, no, probably not. She hadn’t been in any kind of headspace to do that the last time they were around each other. She’s not sure he had been either.

But she’d have thought about it.

She hears Robbie let out a quiet snort, and doesn’t have to ask why once she follows his line of sight. The screens of three different monitors have been cracked or blown out entirely, and everything that wasn’t bolted down has shifted. She covers her face with her hands. How is she supposed to explain that to Fitz and Simmons?

“Never caused an earthquake before,” Robbie muses.

She groans in humiliation, but lets him pull her up. He looks wrecked, chest heaving and face sheened in sweat, which makes her feel marginally better.

She drops her head against his shoulder, savoring what she can. As both arousal and afterglow fade, reality begins to set in.

It can’t have taken that long for the Rider to dispatch Aida, not with how full of rage he was, and no doubt he’d want to return to his true host as soon as possible. Take Robbie away again, indefinitely, forever.

Daisy clings tighter to him. Maybe if she refuses to give up, he won’t leave.

He has to, though. She knows that. What either of them wants doesn’t matter anyway; Robbie’d made his deal, and the Rider is without compassion. There’s no do-over, no second chance.

Reluctantly, she lets go of him. “Promise me you’ll be careful? Promise me you’ll come back.”

“I can’t. The Rider —”

“Fuck the Rider.” Daisy cups his face in her hands and demands, “Tell me this isn’t goodbye.”

“I don’t make promises I can’t keep.”

“I don’t care if it’s a lie, just —”

“Daisy, no.”

“Please.”

He gently brushes her hair out of her face in place of an answer. Which, really, is an answer all the same.

“Daisy? Robbie?”

Daisy jumps at hearing Coulson’s voice down the hallway. His footsteps draw closer, too close. Robbie squeezes his eyes shut, like he can feel the Rider approaching. Maybe he can.

Lacking choice, Daisy relents, “Try. You owe me that much.”

“Promise,” he says with a half-smile. He kisses away her scowl.

They dress quickly, silently. What else is there to say?

Coulson arrives just as she’s zipping up her top. With no preamble, she watches vengeance leave him to return home to roost.

She turns away as Robbie’s eyes begin to glow. She’s lost him, again.

[lampadinarotta]

Guess you could say I'm... heh... a bit of a Dahlicer...

[the-smartaleck]

can you draw luigi x bowser

Pfft i guess

Additionally,

[saintbleeding]

Hello! Mayhaps a Daisy with 19 for the Spotify ask 💖

[ID: Waist-up digital portrait of Daisy from TMA in a limited palette of red, yellow, and lime green. She is a white woman with many old scars and light, chin-length hair, wearing a baggy t-shirt. She is facing away from the viewer, looking back over one shoulder with a tired expression. Behind her there is a large, bloodshot, staring eye. Text above her in all-caps, spindly font reads “my witness brings me to existence”. End ID.]

this song was kinda hard to make fit but then i thought abt how her turning point is jon witnessing her wrongdoing so. that is jon’s eye in the bg mayhaps.

also daisy design ganked from @call-of-the-ocean (w/ permission lmao)

[lossisyours]

i was looking for inspo (for a small town romance series i'm ghostwriting for a client) and pulled up a random ryke & daisy playlist... and now i'm crying and must do a reread

GOD DAMN IT

[goldshadows]

mini tag dump

[hillhomed]

some of my elephants

(left to right, top to bottom) Pili/Slonik, Snooze, Precious, Toot, Charles, Pine, Jätterstor, Daisy, Tiger, Pita, Pal, Macaroni

[techwrecker]

⚠️PSA⚠️

‘Bub’ means BROTHER or BUDDY or PAL.

PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD stop making Wolverine call reader ‘bub’. 😭

List of alternatives I personally think would be in-character:

(note: these are NOT all gender neutral)

-Sweeheart

-Darlin’

-Doll/Dollface/Babydoll

-Sugar

-Princess

-Angel

-Baby/Babygirl

-Love/My Love

-Lover

-Daisy

-Sunshine

-Goodlookin’

-Hot-stuff

[verodoodles]

🌈🎪The circus is in town!!🎈✨

Hello hello! My cute clay pins are officially open for grabs!🌈🌼✨

If you see a pal you’d like, please comment below or dm me and we’ll go from there! All pins are $26 (sweaters are $30) and include free s&h / US only!✨

I only have 4 pins of each design so act fast! 💨

Here’s what’s up for grabs!

• Piero the puppy clown 🐶🎪✨

• Noodle the Party Worm 🪱🎈

• Lil Dexter Worm❤️💛💙

• Clown Cloud🌈☁️

• Little Rock Star ⭐️🌈✨

• Wizard Frogs ✨Fern & Fran✨

• Rainbow Daisy Sweater 🌈🌼

[oftlunarialmoon]

MOVIES ON YOUTUBE

Cats Don't Dance

The Borrowers

Osmosis Jones

Bratz Live Action Movie

Judy Moody and the Not Bummer Summer

Ugly Dolls

Old/B Horror Movies (scary warning)

Maya the Bee Movie

Sailor Moon S the Movie

Sailor Moon SuperS the Movie

Alpha & Omega: Journey to Bear Kingdom

Anastasia

Snow White

A Stork's Journey

The Ant Bully

Quackerz

Uncle P

I Am T-Rex

The Clique

Hoot

Pixies

Dan Vs. - The Wolf-Man

The Breadwinner

Just My Luck

Penelope

Twilight Zone: The Movie

Daisies (1966) (one of my favourite art films from Czechoslovakia in the pre-soviet era)

Into the Woods (2014)

Fantastic Mr. Fox

Sailor Moon (Original Japanese)

The Carol Burnett Show

Popeye Cartoon

Naruto (English Subtitled) (Subbed)

H2O: Just Add Water

The Dick Van Dyke Show

Hunter x Hunter (Subbed) (Subbed)

Ghostbusters

The Neverending Story

It Takes Two

Peanuts: Race for Your Life Charlie Brown

Thunder And The House Of Magic

Quest for Camelot

Adventures Of Shark Boy And Lava Girl

Arthur's Missing Pal

Ghost Hunters International

The Big Comfy Couch

Me, Eloise!

Kitchen Nightmares

Wow! Wow! Wubbzy

Death Note (Subbed) (Subbed)

Candid Camera

Flash Gordon

Street Fighter - The Animated Series

Hell's Kitchen

Captain Simian & the Space Monkeys

Hello Kitty

The Storyteller

The Weird Al Show

Treehouse Masters

Inuyasha (Subbed) (Subbed)

Care Bears: Grizzle-ly Adventures

Wow, I Never Knew That!

Are You Smarter Than A Fifth Grader

Bruno & The Banana Bunch

Care Bears: Welcome to Care-A-Lot

Beyond Belief: Fact or Fiction

Patchwork Pals

ALF

Storm Chasers

Little Rascals Shorts

The Lone Ranger

All Dogs Go To Heaven

Baby Einstein Classics

Baby Einstein: The Sandbox

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

helloooo have a messy scribble page of oc concepts. unfortunately, im in love and will now proceed to ramble At Length

but before that! rudimentary height chart!

all i know rn is Mairy - the cow - is about the same height as Howdy/Barnaby/Poppy (around 8ft), Hettie & Daisy are in the Wally/Julie/Sally category (around 3ft), and Jesterly is more Frank/Eddie (around 4ft). Derry Drake is fuckoff huge, and Casey is... idk really. tall but not That tall

so. rambles. i... have those, yeah

Mairy Love - she/her - lesbian a gorgeous white/blue cow! originally she was gonna be pink/white, but blue/white is my favorite color combo and honestly? it's dairy colors to me. she's big! she's strong! she's very gentle and sweet but also takes shit from no one, even though she doesn't like confrontation much (unless its playful roughhousing! jokes fly completely over her head! i'm thinking she tends to a lovely orchard of various fruit trees, and probably cultivates some crops for fun as well. maybe seasonal ones? pumpkins for the spooky season, fir trees for those snowy days, etc.

Casey J. Mittens - he/him - aro this orange fella is scaredy cat central! unfortunately for him, he's also curious to a fault! curiosity killed the cat, and he fears the day that rings true for him! he'd rather curl up at home or in a cozy tree, crocheting something cute from one of his many balls of yarn than do anything else. he tries to be a voice of reason, but is too easily convinced otherwise. he's that friend who says "we shouldn't be doing this" as he wholeheartedly assists in the shenanigan in question.

Hettie (currently undecided) - she/her - bi true to her honeybee heritage, Hettie is a florist! she boasts an impressive array of flowers that she tends to like her life depends on it. she's always running around to make sure they're all getting the best care - and she's always checking in on her pals to make sure they're taken care of, too. she's a busy bee who wouldn't know a day's rest if it stung her on the ass! It takes a lot to make her mad, but everybody better watch out when her wings start buzzing

Daisy Hop - she/him - pan i actually created Daisy as a supplementary character for a certain au, but realized i could find a place for her in this little group. i'm thinking he runs a little shop - a roadside stall, more like - where she can both sell her own homemade candy & his friends' stuff! she's the only one in the group that can keep up with Hettie's energy, and even surpass it at times. though unlike Hettie, Daisy knows how to take (and appreciate) a break!

Jesterly - whatever/is/funniest - Derry a menace. they love pranks above all else, oftentimes at the expense of others. he's always up to something and is never not scheming something! there's always Someone to bother! in all honesty she's more like an annoying stray cat that no one can get rid of... and they better not try, or they'll face the wrath of this fool's Very large partner! The jester's cap never comes off, and neither does the mask!

Derry Drake - they/them - Jesterly there's no sugarcoating it - Derry is a big lazy grump! it's almost impossible to get them out of their cave, or off of any place they decide to nap. the only thing that can reliably get them moving is the promise - or prospect - of food. it's a wonder how they've accumulated such a hoard of random things in the back of their cave, seeing as they rarely get up at all. they're incredibly nearsighted and bite first, ask questions later - after all, who knows if the colorful blob in front of them is food or not! better to be safe than hungry!

currently in my mind they have their own little community deep in the woods. Daisy lives in a modified burrow, Maisy has a cute farmhouse, Casey lives in a cozy treehouse, Hettie has a small cottage, and Derry & Jesterly live in a cave. within their community, they share practically everything. want a snack? pluck something from the orchard. need a new pair of mittens? ask Casey! i suppose you could say they're communists <3 (except for Daisy. she won't charge his friends, but anyone else is free game)

Mairy and Hettie have romantic tension, Daisy and Derry are the only ones who can tolerate Jes, Mairy wants Jes dead, Casey is terrified of Derry, Daisy's rapid-fire speech confuses everyone but Hettie, etc. i should make a chart for funsies...

[hall0wedwyrm]

reblogging on the maaain yesyes my silly crossover project I love youuu

I should have put this in the post but Full Cast acts as an (re)introduction to everyone and establishing the fun part of VC lol

well well well

okay so basically I've been thinking about how I wrote Void Crew and how much its bothering me that I could have done it better.

So I'm rewriting Void Crew and will eventually get to posting on Ao3

IN THE MEAN TIME I'm going to actually work on the Casual Full Cast AU thing (I forgot what I called it)

TLDR the full cast AU is about the ENTIRE cast of VC hanging out in Mobius/the Mushroom Kingdom and they just have a good time. It's a chance for me to explore relations that I want to look at or that I don't have space for in VC as it stands. I'm very excited teehee

[boingodigitalart]

Happy Birthday Daisy Duck!!!

My second of three drawings for the first prompt of @duckversejune2024 hosted by my good pals @tokuvivor @secret-tester and @queer-in-a-cornfield

[qoqurt]

₊˚ʚ 🌱 ₊˚✧ ﾟ. FALLIN’ FLOWER (au masterlist)

❝ the place where my fallen heart has reached ; is definitely the happiest place in the world. ❞

pairing : ethan edwards + luke hughes x fem!oc

summary : read all about daisy and her university woes <3

find everything daisy under #₊˚⊹ ᰔ daisy

find everything about her and her lovers under #‹𝟹 : michigan’s finest

this series is my first interactive au! so please feel free to send any asks or requests in 🩷

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ GENERAL INFO .ᐟ

about daisy ahn (profile)

three is the PERFECT amount, actually (daisy luke and ethan relationship analysis)

family ties (about daisy and her siblings)

bring your own best friend (daisy and her friends)

sunghoon

stella

drea

ahn on the air .ᐟ (daisy’s radio show)

daisy online .ᐟ (a visual breakdown of daisy’s online accounts)

( more tbd .. )

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ BLURBS .ᐟ

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ FICS .ᐟ

midnight fiction .ᐟ (or the one where daisy can’t sleep)

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ ASKS .ᐟ

at the nhl awards

daisy, luke, n stella

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ SOCIAL MEDIA AUS .ᐟ

birthday girl .ᐟ ( gift for roro @wintfleur )

feeling 22 .ᐟ ( or the one about ethan and his lovers on his bday )

disney on ice .ᐟ ( stella and daisy visit an old pal )

play nice (“you could’ve been nicer to me today” text prank ft. various of daisy’s contacts)

𝜗𝜚 ⋆ EXTRA .ᐟ

daisy’s pinterest

daisy’s spotify playlist

ahn on the air playlist

the lovers card ( daisyethanluke fluff alphabet )

[jewbeloved]

heyyyy! I saw the thing with Craig with a s/o who has the same powers as Isabella and it was so cute! so I'm asking if you can a one of the main 4 seperatley (I CANT FOCKING SPELL IT) with a s/o (f!reader if you don't mind) who has the same powers, and like what happens in the movie, reader has the mindset that she needs to be perfect, but they help her realize she doesn't need to and kinda goes wild with her powers (again, like what happens in the movie)

thank you so so much if you do this! but either way have an amazing week!

--Rei

Sure thing! ^^

Team Stan with a s/o who can bloom flowers like Isabella✿𖣘ᰔᩚ

Warnings: None

Gender: Neutral

💙 Stan Marsh 🍼

Tbh he never knew about your powers until you pranked him and his friends while they were playing superheroes.

Cartman cursed you out while Stan was just staring at you in awe. You were planning on showing Stan your powers but you decided to do it in a mischievous way.

He doesn't have much to say except the fact that he really loves your ability. (100% wanted you to be on the freedom pals team after he invited you to come play superheroes.)

"Can you make poison flowers bloom?".

"No Stan I don't wanna kill anyone.... except for the fatass".

"Aye!".

Definitely will vomit anytime you make him a gift made from the flowers you bloom.

💙💙💙💙💙💙

💚 Kyle Broflovski ✡️

Just casually waking up in the morning only for him to look out his window and see you doing the family guy death pose on a.....lily flower...?

Rubs his eyes multiple times to make sure he isn't seeing things.

Surprised pikachu face when you created a flower from underneath him and lifted him up into the air.

Doesn't stay surprised for long because he has pretty much seen so many crazy stuff nowadays. He can't muster up the energy to say shocked for too long.

Also thinks your ability is pretty unique and cool! Can you make Cartman's room look like a prison jungle-?

No seriously, what else can you do besides make them bloom outta nowhere? Tell him (⁠☆⁠▽⁠☆⁠).💚💚💚💚💚

❤️ Eric Cartman 💅

Believe it or not he actually had a dream about you having some crazy ass weird ability causing mayhem with it.

You blooming daisy flower prison bars over his door to prank him confirms his dream has came to reality.

Cartman has a bunch of stuff going through his mind so he probably believes in supernatural and doesn't really care that you have the ability to bloom flowers out of nowhere.

Obviously will exploit your powers to rip people off of their money or use it to plot revenge plans on his enemies.

You spoil and put up with his psychopathic devious self. So you indulge Cartman in helping him with his plans to see how far he gets before he screws himself over XD

You and Cartman mess with Kyle for the rest of the week. ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

🧡 Kenny Mccormick 💀

He saw your ability right after you accidentally impaled and killed him by blooming roses that had sharp thorns on them.

Cue you apologizing to him many times the next day he regenerates and tells you it's okay. He thinks your powers are neat! ✨

You showcase all of the flowers you can bloom to him. He might even ask if you could make a vase full of flowers that he can give to his sister. ♥️

Either it's your clumsy summoning or Kenny's bad luck.

But the amount of times this dude has died from being impaled or shot up into the skies and hitting the ground hard from you blooming flowers without noticing Kenny is right there. 💀

Kenny doesn't really mind, at least you always remember his deaths unlike everyone who just forgets he even died in the first place.🧡🧡🧡🧡

Did I just use "bloom" so many times while writing this? I swear, I'm so insecure about how I write my stories sometimes 😭😭😭😭