#oleander ambrose

[amandacanwrite]

OC in Fifteen

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks for the tag!!

Rules: use at most fifteen lines of dialogue that accurately describe an OC. The less context the better but you can include some of you want

Tagging some writer friends (if I forgot you its not because you're forgettable its because my memory sucks) but also leaving an open tag for anyone who wants to play! @dyrewrites @rraeta @illarian-rambling @saruman100 @a-crystallen-author

Shall We Do Oleander Ambrose from my upcoming novel? Yes let's do it.

Oleander Ambrose

“I wouldn’t miss the chance to rob you blind. I owe you for that game before I left for school."

“The only girl in town that would ever catch my gaze is Juniper, Mrs. Harlow.” 

“Rolling your sleeves up, eh? It must be serious for you to show so much skin."

“It is worth every cost, Juniper. It’s worth everything to defend you from any words that impugn your honor and worth as a young lady,” he insisted. “I would put my life on the line to protect that, Juniper.” 

“You sure you’re going to be warm enough?” Oleander fussed as he straightened her cloak. “Positive you won’t need gloves?” 

“That was the day I saw—for the first time—that I finally had a family that cared about me. I don’t remember much about the time before I came here, except feeling alone in the world... until you shed tears for me.” 

“If she’s got dirt on her face, she's more than capable of cleaning it off herself, Vervain."

“I just worry that with how she sees herself, she’ll take anyone’s mistreatment because she feels it's all she deserves.” 

“A fever,” Ollie interrupted. “Juniper has a fever, Mr. Vervain. Thank you for coming to check on her, but I’m afraid she’ll need to get back to bed if there is any hope of her recovering in a timely manner.” 

“Juniper, I mean it.” Oleander sobered suddenly, his brows tensing slightly over those pale blue eyes. They were more fire than ice in his intensity. “The only requirement for not doing something is that you simply don’t want to. If you don’t want to talk to someone, if you don’t want to go somewhere—that’s a Moon-given right. Don’t let anyone, not even Mister and Misses Harlow, convince you otherwise.” 

“Did that– did he–” His voice built as a roiling anger boiled his blood in his veins, “Did that pompous, preening bastard propose to you?” 

"I have felt so jumbled up this last week, not knowing if I carried the legacy of my father or my mother. I thought I would feel like I knew my identity better after learning all this, but I still don't feel any different than when I left the village."  

“You’re alright. I can’t believe you took a train all the way out here by yourself, Juni.” The smile he gifted her with was a marvel, tinged with a little bit of wetness even. “I’m so damned proud of you, you silly girl.”

“Juni, there is nothing about you that needs to be fixed. I don’t love you in spite of your struggles. I love every bit of you, including your struggles. You are the most beautiful, broken thing—like a chipped teacup mended with gold,” he said. “Watching you try every day to be more than you were the day before is my inspiration—Juni, you are my muse.” 

“I am not a dandy,” he grumbled with a playful nip at the shell of her ear. “You’re just infuriatingly practical.” 

[amandacanwrite]

Hey there! I’m Amanda and I have my debut novel coming out in 2024! It’s called With Love, Juniper and It’s coming out with inked in gray press which is a lovely small press run by queer and disabled folks.

With Love, Juniper is the story of two witches who are long time, childhood friends. Juniper and Oleander.

Oleander has been dead set on making Juniper his wife since he was 12 and she was 16. Juniper has always found this to be precious and sweet, but also was certain it was something Oleander would grow out of, especially once he got out of their small town of Linseed Village. Juniper isn’t sure she will ever marry, because her crippling anxiety often prevents her from even making friends in the village.

When Oleander is 16 he goes away to conservatory for two years, intent on studying botany and herbalism so that he can assist Juniper in her work. He hopes when he returns as a young man, that he can finally be taken seriously as a suitor and court Juniper properly.

When he does finally return, Juniper certainly does see him as a man, but now her social anxiety renders her almost entirely overwhelmed every time they interact!

Oleander’s pursuit of Juniper is further complicated by the arrival of one Theo Vervain from the city who also sets his sights on Juniper as a potential match for himself.

Anywho that is the jist! Its a very cute story set in a psuedo-victorian setting. Very much Howl’s Moving Castle meets Kiki’s delivery service!

Published Writeblr Call

I'm going to go ahead and get this started for next year, but I think for 2024 I'd like to start reading 1 book a month. And I'd really like to support writers in the community! I know I follow some of you who have or are about to be published

✨But please interact if you're published/going to be soon!✨

If you can reply/reblog with info about your book and the best place to purchase that benefits you, I'd greatly appreciate it! (I also want to get on here and gush about it after I've read it too) Up for just about any genre! I'll probably reblog this a few more times.

Tagging people already on my TBR list just to help get the word out: @abalonetea, @ashen-crest, @artdecosupernova-writing, @emelkae, @winterandwords

[poupeesdecirque]

The whole Patch wish you a Happy Halloween, may it be the way you like it the most. No matter if party, movie night, may you have all the treats you love!

Bonus is the newest additions getting a single photo as well <3

[plush-pigeon]

oleanders and pearls

[amandacanwrite]

For your consideration, Oleander and Juniper from my upcoming novel. Im sorry i dont have more good art of Ollie but hopefully you get the vibe 😭

Does anyone have like. OCs they’d want me to do little doodles of? Because I’d totally do that

[clownhara]

is there like a jester ocs 101 i do wanna learn about them

Putting these under a read more because this might get long

My family :)

Edward Roberts-Rosales: I made too many jokes about this bastard being my dad and now he's my dad. High key wants to fuck plants. Evades taxes like no ones business. Kind of a shit guy but it's funny to watch him mess up everything so we keep him alive for that alone Max Rosales: My better dad. Can really do so fucking much better than Edward but he settled </3. Is a plant man. Likes baking. Is the dad that actually loves me. Heron Rosales: I don't do to much with her but I'm trying to do more. Max's trans sister. Wants Edward dead and honestly, we don't blame her. Average chronic pain haver tbh please get her some Ibuprofen. Boaty McBoatface: My brother who is a boat. Edwards favorite son, despite being terrified of being on boats after he was the sole survivor of a ship wreck. I fuckinh hate this thing

Project Moon adjacent ones

Despise Domek (Or just Des): Local Enkphalin hooked rat. Goes by it/they but people close to it can call them she/her. There are two remaining people who can call them she/her. Steals things from people it likes to keep a piece of them, so don't invite them to your house. Things WILL go missing. Says the phrase "Well it didn't kill me so I'm fine" way to god damn often. Ambrose Domek: Not actually related to Des at all his parents just stole Des's parents last name. We heart religious fanaticism to the point of self harm!!!!!! Has two boyfriends and has convinced himself neither of them like him. Him and Des are besties :) Keith: Real Jester-heads remember Keith. I made this bastard before Ruina came out and he keeps fucking staying relevant to whatever game is out. How does he do it. Lobcorp him is Geb and Myo's adopted son, a Rabbit, and had a complex where he's gotta prove himself 24/7 and ends up getting his leg ripped off. Ruina him is trying to find Gebura again after the whole Library situation happened, and is wildly distraught after learning Myo's whole deal. Limbus Keith is content, much older, runs a weapons shop, and is gay married to Heathcliff. Jesus Christ I made him before the new translation of Lopcorp happened I think HOW LONG HAS HE EXISTED WHAT THE FUCK

Damien Domek: Also not related to Des, just took it's last name because he liked it. They are qprs though. Also is broke as shit but mostly stays out of the Rat lifestyle by just old fashioned robbing people. Loves lying to people for fun and profit, but he is honestly a pretty nice guy. Minus the lying

Randos

Arlo: Disgusting rancid cyborg scientist who needs to bathe and touch grass. I adore him though. Ellie: Arlos little sibling. She/they user. Kills people for money and feeds the bodies to the eldritch horror that follows her around Hector: The eldritch horror that follows Ellie around. usually just looks like a dilf tbh its easier for Ellie to explain. Can't actually speak so he usually just talks telepathically while making a bunch of hums, chirps, and clicks to mimic speaking.

Oleander: Local unethical scientist that unethicaled a bit too hard when trying to revive his even worse older brother and turned off most of his emotions manually to avoid coping with the mental toil. Sad! Many such cases. Can't feel any emotions other then joy now. Kinda sucks but he certainly doesn't seem to upset about it :)

Simon: Oleadners brother. Kinda. Moreso a robot piloting Oleanders brothers body. Fucking hates Oleander but after Oleander lobotomized himself Simon begrudgingly takes care of him now. Despite his complicated feelings, he's wildly overprotective.

Cybel: A robot Oleander made! They are meant to gather as much information as they possibly can in case some horrible event happens that kills off humanity. is quite literally indestructible. Likes ice cream.

Octavius: I made this guy to be a danganrompa villain back in high school and I succeeded too well. I fucking hate this fake ass bitch

Tabb: This fucking guy. Trapped in a time loop but he doesn't know and its technically not a time loop. Met his (now) husband ages ago but died shortly after meeting him, so he revived Tabb, then the two got married, then Tabb died again so Halt (the husband) revived him again but he lost his memories then halt died and Tabb revived him the Tabb died again so Halt revived him but he lost all his memories so they dated again and got remarried then Tabb died again and you get the idea. Very nice guy, a bit anxious, perfectly normal minus the dying thing. If it wasn't for him losing all his memories and Halt tampering with shit so he was in love with him i uh. Don't think he'd actually like Halt all that much tbh

Halt: Just wants to be happy with his husband :(. Sad he unethicaled all over that science. Hey are you noticinga theme here. Also he's a cat boy but thats really not relevant to his depression issues

Urge: Halts kinda milfy twin sister. Really sick of all of this loop bullshit because she gets to watch her bestie Tabb die repeatedly, so she packed up her bags and left. Can't be in the same room as Halt without them getting into a fist fight. Do you see the themeing with their namesan d their ideals. Halt is kinda halted in place but Urge keeps pushing forward because she has the urgeto move on. Do you see it. It is almost 1 am

Russel: A kid that got roped into this whole mess because he walked in on a Tabb revival tube without permission. Sticks around Urge most of the time. Had a bad homelife to put it mildly, so Urge took him in.

Theres way more of these bastards but these are the most relevant ones. I am going to bed now. Goobnight

[queersrus]

request for cottagecore + sad-ish? id pack? please + thanks!

here's my attempt!

assuming id pack includes more than just the usual npts i'll throw in a few cottagecore and sad related labels i found

(nick)names:

ambrose, amos, ansel, acacia, ada, adelaide, arwin/arwen, ava, avery/averie, aviva, amaranth, able, arbor, art, arty/artie, asher, ainsley, acheron, adalia brandy/brandi, branwen, billie/billy, bryony, bill, banner, booker, bram

barley, brion, brian, bryce chloris, chandra, cyrene, cayenne, cade, clyde, chester, cliff denna, diana/dianna, diona, donna/dona, derby, dallas, danica, daphne, dixie, dawn, dylan

edmund, elenore, elodie, eudora, elenore/eleanor, ebony, erica, eila, eira, eve, eithne, everlee, elize, eliza, elizabeth, everlyn, elwood, emerson, elowen finnegan, freddy/freddie, frederick, fallin/fallon, florance/florence

fable, frank, frankie/franky, franklin/franklyn, faine, filbert, finneas ginny/ginnie, gale, georgia, george, georgina, granger halcyone, hana/hanna/hannah, harriet, harry, hayley/hailie/hailey, halie/hallie, heather, harlowe/harlow, harrow, hadar, hawl, hayes,

huck, holden, huso ilana, illiana/iliana, ingrid, ivory jane, janet/janette, jesse/jessie, josie, jose, jack, jackie, jackson kingston, kodi/kodie, kodiak, kylan

lupin, lian, liana/lianna, liane/lianne, linc, linden, lyle, lucius maisie, matilda, maude, mabel, merle, marin, mica/mika, mason/macon, martin, miller, miles nellie, nyssa, ned, nick, ness

opholia, oliver, olive, olivia, oleander, odell, oriel, oscar paisley, poppy, posie, phineas, parker rose, rosemary/rosemarie, rosy/rosie, rory, rosette, rosetta, rue, rosabel/rosabell/rosabelle, rosa, rosabela/rosabella, rosella, rosaria,

rosario, rob, robert, ray, reed, ridge, ryland, rowan, roan shiloh, sharon, scarlet/scarlett/skarlett, sam, samantha, samuel, sunny/sunnie, sawyer, shaw, shay, steve, stevie, stevia, sorell/sorrell, seb, sebby/sebbie, sebastian, saddie/sadie, sade

theodore, theo, tori, toria, tamie/tammie, tawny, terra, timber, tim, timothy, tanner, teddy/teddie, trevis/travis, trevor, tyler, tristan/tristin, tristah/trista, trystia verginia, vicky/vickie, victor, victoria, viola, violet/violette,

violeta/violetta, valerian, vernon winnie, willa, winston, winifred, winslow, will, william, willow, wade, wagner, warren, watts, watson, wilhelmina yvonne, yves zephyr/zephyre, zara, zinnia, zion

surnames:

appleyard, ashton, ashwood baker, brookstone, butterfield catkin, cobbler, cooper, copper, copperwood, copperfield, crestfallen dogwood, direwood, direbrook, direfield, desperfield, downyard

doleman fenlon, falkner, forlorn greenwood, greenfield, golding, goldwood, goldfield, griefman, griefwood, gardner

hilbrook, holbrook, heath, horsewood, horsefield, hawksley, harrowing, hawkswood, hawthorne, hawkner, hawkfield, holloway, hallowood

larken, limewood, lockhart, lovejoy mourner, mournwright, mournman nettleship

plowman, penrose, penwright redbrook, rosedale, redwood, rosewood, redfield summerfield, sweetnam, seawright, sorrowfield, sorrowbrook, shamewood, shamewright

thacker, thatcher westfield, wainwright, write/wright, wagonwright, woodsman, wyrmwood/wormwood, winterwood, winterrose, wretchwood, wretchman

system names:

the cottagecore *system, the sorrowful system, the melancholic cottage system, the mourning flowerbed system, the gloomy garden system, the tearful system, the harvest system

1st p prns: i/me/my/mine/myself

ci/cotte/cottagy/cottagine/cottageself hi/he/hy/harvestine/harvestself gi/garde/gardy/gardine/gardenself si/sade/sady/sadine/sadself si/sorre/sorry/sorrowine/sorrowself mi/me/mely/melancholine/melancholyself

2nd p prns: you/your/yours/yourself

co/cottager/cottagers/cottagerself ho/harvester/harvesters/harvesterself go/gardener/gardeners/gardenerself so/sader/sadders/sadderself so/sorrower/sorrowers/sorrowerself mo/melancholer/melancholers/melancholerself

3rd p prns: they/them/theirs/themself

co/cottage, cott/age, cot/cottage, cot/tage, cottage/cottages, cottage/core har/vest, ha/harvest, harv/est, harvest/harvests gar/den, gar/garden, garden/gardens, garden/core farm/core sa/sad, sad/sads, sa/ad, sad/sadden, so/sorrow, sor/row, sorr/ow, sorrow/sorrows, sorrow/sorrowful mel/melancholy, mel/ancholy, melan/choly, melancholy/melancholies, melancholy/melchancholic

titles:

the weeping gardener, the mourning farmer, the sad cottage dweller, the melancholic planter, the sorrowful woodsman

**one who lives a sad cottage life, one who mourns within ones cottage, one who weeps amongst ones gardens, one who copes with sadness through cottage life

book titles:

the sad little cottage, a melancholic villager, the weeping willows, the mourning garden, the sorrows of an old cottage, a pitiful harvest

genders:

buncottagecoric(link),

cottagegoric(link), cafdreamian(link), cottagecrittean(link), cottagecoric(link), Cálidatierramielgender(link)

epuisetristic(link)

gendersob(link)

Sadnostacatgender(link)

orientations: (n/a)

other:

cottagecore bpd(link)

many can be found by searching cottagecore genders/mogai/liom as well, there are many versions of cottagecore flags especially for lgbt related labels so they should not be hard to find if you feel like looking!

*system can be replaced with any alternative (ex. cluster, collective, hoard/horde, etc)

**one can be replaced with any prn

[sunshinies]

✧⚕ Baizhu inspired names/pronouns/titles ! ⚕✧

art by x ! rq by anon !

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🐍 names:

acanthus , adrian , alder , aldwin , aloe , ambrose , basil , caduceus , cain , chiron , cypress , enoch , eryx , euanthe , evander , everett , hawthorne , herb , hyacinth , lucian , lysander , oleander , quentin , sage , seraphius , serpens , serpentius , silas , thistle , vipin

🌿 pronouns:

heal/heals/healself , medi/medis/mediself , med/meds/medself , pill/pills/pillself , snake/snakes/snakeself , vipe/vipes/vipeself , vivi/vivis/viviself , sprout/sprouts/sproutself , bloom/blooms/bloomself , serp/serps/serpentself , hiss/hiss/hisself , vine/vines/vineself , venom/venoms/venomself , doctor/doctors/doctorself , dr/drs/drself

💉 titles:

he who lives beyond mortality , his perceptive discernment , he of serpentine secrets , he of the immortal coil , his verdant vision , the carrier of everlasting legacy , he who holds adeptal art , he of the healing touch

prns and gendered terms may be replaced.

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additional tags: @eternoelle @hauntingidol @delusielle @puriette @the-astropaws @cocajimmycola

[thehyperrequiem]

Madeleine Cookie (Rango Parody) Cast

���A cookie (Yong Yea) who has lived as a sheltered family friend finds himself in the grip of an identity crisis. Madeleine Cookie wonders how to stand out when it is his nature to blend in. When he accidentally winds up in a frontier town called Dirt, he takes the first step on a transformational journey as the town's new sheriff. Though at first Madeleine Cookie only role-plays, a series of thrilling situations and outrageous encounters forces him to become a real hero.”

Madeleine Cookie (Cookie Run) as Rango

White Strabby (Bugsnax) as Mr. Timms

Espresso Cookie (Cookie Run) as Beans

Lilli Zanatto (Psychonauts) as Priscilla

Truman Zanatto (Psychonauts) as Himself/Priscilla’s Father

Elder Custard Cookie (Cookie Run) as Tortoise John

Gummigoo (TADC) as Bad Bill

Max and Chad (TADC) and Bowser (Mario) as Bad Bill’s Henchmen

Schwarzwalder (Cookie Run) as Rattlesnake Jake

Quint, Ballade, Enker and Punk (Megaman) as The Mariachi Owls

Ginseng Cookie (Cookie Run) as Roadkill

Thunder Mcqueen (Jjba) as Mr. Merrimack

Prophet Cookie (Cookie Run) as Spoons

Narancia (Jjba) as Waffles

Speedwagon (Jjba) as Ambrose

Moe (The Simpsons) as Buford

Wildberry Cookie (Cookie Run) as Eligin

Wambus Troubleham (Bugsnax) as Mr. Snuggles

Ford Cruller (Psychonauts) as Willie

Otto Mentallis (Psychonauts) as Dr. Rabbit

Johnny Joestar and Gyro Zeppeli (Jjba) as Themselves/Rango’s Posse’s Friends

Emporio (Jjba) as Cletus

Marble Bread Cookie (Cookie Run) as Mr. Black

Muhammad Avdol (Jjba) as Wounded Bird

Financier Cookie (Cookie Run) as Angelique

Moreau Oleander (Psychonauts) as Sergeant Turley

Fake Peppino (Pizza Tower) as Balthazar

Peppino Clones (Pizza Tower) as Balthazar's Family

Henry Stickmin (Henry Stickmin) as Gordy

Licorice Cookie and Poison Mushroom Cookie (Cookie Run) as Ezekiel and Jedidiah

Duo (Megaman) as Spirit of the West

Various Characters as The Citizens of Dirt

Wormsworth (Balan Wonderworld) as The Hawk

[key2solve]

Non-binary and male first names and pronouns for a flower-themed character/person? Also, anything that could fit the vibes of this image? Got a sys member who wants an alternative name since he feels detached from his source 😄

yep! sounds good. also sorry for my massive fucking hiatus i got depressed /lh (and also stopped fronting as much, suggestions under the cut

plant themed names ! (most are flower related)

thorn/thorne

thistle

dandelion

fior/fiorello

leslie

holly/hollis

fennel

ivy

laurel

larkspur

sorrel

tulip

bay (bay tree)

alder

clematis

acacia

cedar

calix/calyx

fern

reed

aster

heath

cosmo

lotus

oleander

florence/florent/florian

hyacinth

huckleberry/huck (if you don't mind being compared to that story i had to read in 7nth grade /hj lh)

indigo

coleus

ambrose

calla

dianthus

calendula 

lindon

briar

bloom

orris (root of an iris)

vetiver

heliotrope

hemlock

mondrona

penrose

admon

jacaranda/jac (a type of flowering tree)

cress

rue

valerian (this flower has also been used medicinally a lot if you want to feel like a healer :] )

amaryllis/amar/ryllis

names themed off that image

moon

peach

leaf

mark

lotus

star

atlas

apollo

crescent

pollen

arche

roz

rosewell

roswell

rosewood

rosen

rouge

blush (like the color)

razz

sky

thulian

pronouns themed off plants & that image

star/stars

dew/dews

pollen/pollens

pol/pollen

soft/softs

petal/petas

fresh/freshs

bloom/blooms

sky/skys

xe/xem

bun/buns

warm/warms

stem/stems

cloud/clouds

☁️/☁️s

🌙/🌙s

🌺/🌺s

[ofmymuses]

꒰♡꒱ —  NAMES BY AESTHETIC.

part one of ??  ;  under the cut, you’ll find a bunch of name ideas based on different aesthetics  (academia, cottagecore, etc). if you find this post useful, please consider giving it a like / reblog so that i know ♡♡

academia—

agnes

archibald

bernard

beatrice

camille

carmelo

carmen

claude

esther

edward

frances / francis / francisco

guinevere

klaus

mathilda

maude

montgomery

norman

oliver

percy

simone

sylvester

thea

theodore / theodora

thomas

victor

violet

véronique

william

flowercore—

anemone

acacia

birch

blossom

basil

begonia

bryonia

cedar

cherry

clover

daisy

fern

flora

fleur

ginger

hawthorn

hyacinth

hollis

iris

jacinta

juniper

lavender

linden

lupin

lily

magnolia

marigold

maple

oakley

oleander

orchid

peony

petunia

primrose

posey

rosemary / rose

sage

sakura

tansy

tulip

yarrow

zinnia

cottagecore—

arthur

ambrose

august

beckett

brooks

cricket

cecilia

clementine

dorothy

eden

elliott

eloise

fauna

fleur

freddie

finch

georgia

gideon

grey / gray

greta

heidi

henry

harriet

harvey

ida

imogen

luna

linus

maisie

miles

mae

millie

milo

olive

ophelia

penelope

philippa

peter

river

rowan

rhys

simon

sawyer

shiloh

winston

wilder

wren

willow

[poupeesdecirque]

Ambrose and Oleander being the Bros they are ♥ all my Pumpkin headed dolls are somewhat related to each other.. well they all grew in the same garden. Maybe Oleander finally found someone in the family who shares his passion regarding the circus ♥♥

[evilqueensandlesbianvampires]

2020 Fic Author Questions

Tagged by: @singofsolace and @timelady-queenofhell​ thank you! You’re both true gems and this is just the kick I need while I get back to writing again!

Name: hypothetical_chainsaw

Fandom(s): Chilling Adventures of Sabrina (CAOS), Downton Abbey, True Blood

Where you post: AO3

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos) this year:

If on a Winter's Night a High Preistess

The newly crowned Queen of Hell and her High Priestess have run out of viable locales for their rendezvous where they won't be disturbed by one of the Spellmans, a demon on the warpath, or a student desperate for a homework extension. The alley behind Greendale Town Hall will suffice, right?

Most Popular One Shot (by kudos) overall: 

Same as above - y’all really love a little alley sex, huh?

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos) this year:

Tales of a Midwife

A collection of oneshots that tell stories of the Spellman sisters as midwives, as told by timelady_queenofhell & hypothetical_chainsaw.

Inspired by Call The Midwife but set in the Chilling Adventures of Sabrina universe. Each chapter will be like an episode, a standalone, but all set in the same world. Be prepared for drama, emotions, heartache and fluff.

Written alongside the lovely @timelady-queenofhell 💜

Most Popular Multi-Chapter (by kudos) overall:

Still Tales of a Midwife; I’d been a one shot writer until this year when I’ve finally been giving a few multi-chapters a go.

Favourite story you’ve written so far:

Oleander Yolling

This fic is my baby and is pure self indulgence on my part. It’s the first time I’d written from Hilda’s POV and if I had more stories that could be told through her eyes I would never write from another perspective again. (That’s a barefaced lie, I adore writing Zelda’s unspoken hope being crushed in the most angst-filled manner to ever give up writing her POV.) It let me research for days, which is my true weakness, and carries on my endless Zarie love. I’m currently working on the final chapter and I’m so excited for people to finally be able to read the scene that made me write this in the first place!

The mortuary has been quiet in the months since they defeated the pagans and Marie became a permanent resident. There have been no attempts on their lives, from external sources or those closer to home, and Hilda's eternally grateful. Now their peace is threatened, Zelda and Marie's relationship is met with a potentially difficult conversation and Hilda's left with the unnerving feeling that she'll be reacquainting herself with the Cain pit sooner than she'd hoped.

Fic you were nervous to post:

Water in a Whiskey Glass

Honestly everything about this one made me nervous. While I’m a-okay with writing dark and twisty this felt more delicate and far more in need of care and respect. Add to that that this isn’t my ship, I didn’t want to write it from a ship perspective, I wasn’t sure how it would be received, and the fact that I’m so much more comfortable writing women and pressing ‘post’ had me terrified. 

80 years before canon, a Spellman/Blackwood alliance would solidify their place at the head of two of the coven's most powerful families. Tomorrow would bring it about, tomorrow she would have Hilda confirm it, and tomorrow she would start the journey to most powerful witch the Church of Night had seen in centuries. 

How do you choose titles?:

I hate choosing titles! I got around it for a while by writing a series that featured what I saw as key musical movements of Zelda’s life (if you’re telling me dramatic polyglot, Miss Zelda Spellman, wouldn’t have listened to a bit of Pucchini or 18th century murder ballads then we’ll have to agree to disagree) but if there’s no music in it then I’ll pick a line that seems vaguely apt seconds before posting.

Do you outline?:

Gods no! I’ll write a two/three line summary, tops and then I’m completely relying on Zelda to take the reigns and do whatever the fuck she wants.

Complete: 

13

In-Progress: 

3 - Oleander Yolling, Tales of a Midwife, An Agreeable Match 

Coming soon/not yet started:

This is a dangerous question...I currently have 18 WIPs but the ones that will likely be coming soonest are a Zelda (and Ambrose) centric Christmas/Midwinter Solstice piece and a festive instalment of Tales of a Midwife

Prompts?:

Do challenges count? I’ve never taken a prompt before but honestly would love to! I’m open to Zarie, Zelda-centric and Hilda-centric prompts and would love you forever if you sent one!

Upcoming work you’re most excited about:

The Wedding Board (working title) which is a Spellman sister’s fic in which Hilda tries to balance her excitement at planning hers and Dr Cee’s wedding with being mindful of Zelda’s less than stellar wedding having been only a few months prior.

Tagging: Everyone was probably tagged an eternity ago but if you’re looking for an excuse to do this consider this it! (and please tag me so I can be nosy!!)

[let-me-love-you-loki]

Waking Up in Vegas--Ch. 27

Chapter 27: You Brought Me to Life

Dean, Morning, 8:21 AM

           I would never get tired of waking up next to Mera. She was a morning person, someone who was usually up and wide awake not long after the sun came up. Me… not so much. I stayed up late and hated the morning sun more than just about anything. But there was something about opening my eyes and the first thing I saw was my wife in bed next to me. It was a rare thing for me to wake up before her.

           She was curled on her side facing me, one hand tucked up beneath her pillow. Honey colored hair spilled out over the sheets, wound up in knots and curls that were halfway tamed by an elastic band. There was a faint pink hue along the line of her cheekbones. Freckles dusted over her nose. Her lashes cast shadows on the fullness of her cheeks, making her look so young and innocent.

           I couldn’t understand how I’d gotten so lucky. For seven years, I’d loved her from afar. I’d watched her smile and laugh. Every day that I got to see her was a day that I stored in my heart as a memory for the times when she was out of sight. Whenever my past haunted me, I thought of the way she smiled at me, how she said my name, how her eyes would flame with sunlight when she laughed. I thought of her and did everything I could think of to make myself a better man. A man who could—in another life—be worthy of her.

           Mera let out a faint sigh and snuggled down further beneath the blankets. I brushed her hair back with a gentle touch. She smiled in her sleep, and I felt it sear into my soul.

           As I watched her sleep, I thought back to the first time I met her. It was in the old building that used to be the home of FCW. It was little more than a retrofitted warehouse, but it was a place to wrestle and a paycheck. The promotion was new, so they were having this meet and greet get-to-know-you thing for us. I wasn’t much for it, but… it was a paycheck.

           I was halfway through my second beer and only partly listening to a conversation with another guy when I saw her out of the corner of my eye. It was her hair. The light made it shine gold and brass and corn silk as she moved. I remember how time seemed to stop when I saw her face. She smiled and laughed as she shook hands and met people around the room. The color of her shirt—a sort of cloudy grey—made her eyes pop. I’d never seen eyes like hers.

           My heart skipped a beat when she looked my way. The air rushed out of my lungs. I couldn’t get a grip on myself. My fingers tightened on my beer as she got closer. I couldn’t stop thinking about those eyes, those flickering wolf eyes that hypnotized me the second she glanced my way.

           Then I saw him. The guy I’d come to know as Seth Rollins, trailing along beside her, their fingers entwined. My gut dropped into my toes. Of course a woman as beautiful as her would be taken. They screamed childhood sweethearts without saying a word. I blinked, swallowed against the lump in my throat.

           I opened my eyes and there she was. Two feet in front of me smelling like peaches and sangria, a disarming smile on her face as she looked up at me confidently.

           “Hi,” she said, her voice swirling around me like music. “I’m Mera Reynolds.”

           My mouth was dry. I coughed, trying to get my shit together. I held out a hand. “Dean.” The name felt weird. I hadn’t been using it for very long. But it would be the name she knew me by. I wished I’d said it with more confidence. “Dean Ambrose.”

           She smiled until her eyes sparkled with gold. Mera Reynolds started talking.

           And I started falling in love.

           Even now, each and every time I saw her smile at me, I felt like I had that very first day. It was like a punch to the chest. But it was an exquisite pain. It was the best reminder that I was alive and she was mine.

 Mera, Morning, 9:15 AM

           I rolled over, stretching and flexing my feet and legs as I fought toward wakefulness. The scent of lavender and oleander rushed over me, reminding me that I was at home in my own bed. I breathed in the crisp smell and reached out toward Dean’s side of the bed.

           The sheets were empty and cool.

           My eyes cracked open. Dean was nowhere to be found. I sat up and threw the blankets off, suddenly worried that something had happened. “Dean?”

When I didn’t hear a reply, I jumped out of the bed and pulled on a pair of sweats. I rushed toward the stairs, pulling my hair back into a knot as I went. At the bottom of the stairs, I stopped. My heart beat an erratic rhythm as I took in the scene before me.

The coffee table spilled over with flowers. There were bouquets of roses—red, white, pink, yellow—and clusters of sunflowers and tulips. They were arranged in vases and tied together with silken bows. Some bunches had their stems wrapped with brightly colored ribbons. A few sparkled with what looked like strings of gems interwoven between the petals.

“Dean?”

           “In here,” came his voice at last. I felt the ache in my chest lessen. If he could talk, he was okay. I sighed, feeling the smile of relief spread over my face.

           I moved through the house, still overwhelmed by the sheer volume of flowers that had suddenly appeared in our living room. I finally saw Dean standing by the stove in the kitchen. His hazelnut hair was still mussed from sleep, but there was a happy smile on his face.

           “Good morning, my sweet wife,” he said, weaving around the island. His eyes flashed the blue of the desert sky when he swept me up in his arms. Dean settled his lips against mine insistently. When he finally broke the kiss, desire swirled in my veins. “Did you sleep well?”

           I hummed a response. “What are you doing, Dean?”

           He smiled a little brighter. “Making you breakfast.”

           For the first time, I noticed the skillets on the stove. A stack of silver dollar pancakes sat in the center of a plate, just waiting for some maple syrup. My mouth watered at the thought.

           He followed my gaze to the food, his smile getting brighter. “Why don’t you go grab the syrup?”

           I snatched one of the pancakes from the plate as I passed by. Dean let out a playful huff of complaint and swatted at my ass with the spatula in his hand. I couldn’t help but giggle as I slipped into the pantry.

           In the weeks since we’d moved into the house, I’d finally gotten around to organizing the house to my liking. The cabinets had been packed just the right way—all the plates and cups and bowls that matched all put together—and the pantry had been organized exactly as I’d had mine in my apartment in Florida.

           I reached up to the top shelf to get the syrup. Instead my fingers closed around something small and velveteen.

           “Dean, what’s this?” I asked confusedly, gripping the item in my fingers as I turned toward the door.

           He was there… down on one knee in front of me. He gently slipped the box from my fingers and opened it. Inside was a ring. One made of yellow gold, a circular diamond the size of my thumbnail glittering in the low light. I sighed softly, tears blurring my vision as I saw my husband holding out what was clearly an engagement ring.

 Dean, Morning, 9:22 AM

           “Oh…” The sound that she made was something between a whimper and a sigh. She pressed one hand against her lips even as her eyes filled with tears.

           I took a long moment to take in the sight of her. My wife was the most stunning woman I’d ever seen, even in worn sweats and my old t-shirt. No makeup. Messy hair. Still flushed from sleep. Goddamn, she was so fucking beautiful that it hurt.

           “Mera,” I said softly, hoping that she could hear every ounce of my love for her in my voice. “Will you marry me? Again?”

           She giggled at that, those amber eyes flashing. They were like sunlight on honey even as they glistened with tears. Her lips curved into a smile even as she sniffled.

           She bobbed her head in a nod.

           I chuckled. “I’d kinda like to hear you say it, darlin’.”

           As if a dam broke inside her, Mera started laughing with what I hoped was joy. She closed the space between us and brushed her fingers through my hair. She cradled my cheeks as she kissed me firmly.

           “Yes,” she said at last. She said it through her tears and her laughter. But she said it.

           I pulled the ring from the box and took her hand in mine. Just before I slipped it onto her finger, I glanced up, feeling the smirk on my lips. “And you’re entirely sober this time, right?”

           She laughed and it was so pure and perfect that it was like music. Mera smiled, and I was suddenly thrown back to that first day. That first moment when I stood two feet from her and saw that gorgeous curve of her lips and the glitter of her eyes. Nothing had changed in seven years… only that I loved her more today than I did yesterday.

           “Absolutely sober,” she replied, flushed and grinning.

           The ring skimmed onto her finger, sitting perfectly below her wedding band. I made a mental note to get her a new one. One that we picked out together from a real jeweler and not from a roadside chapel in Vegas.

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Plant names!

Here is a list of around 200 flower, tree, herb, and other plant or earth related names, sorted by whether they’re masculine, feminine, or gender neutral. These range from very rare to quite common!

Feminine

Alyssa (from the Alyssum genus)

Amaryllis

Angelica (an herb)

Anise

Anthea (“flower, blossom”)

April

Aster

Autumn

Azalea

Blossom

Brianna (“hill”)

Bryony / Briony

Calla

Camelia

Carmen (“garden”)

Cassia (a genus of plants)

Celandine

Cherry

Chloe (“green shoot”, an epithet of Demeter)

Cicely (sweet cicely)

Clary (derived from the plant)

Clover

Coral

Cynthia (a type of rhododendron, or derived from “hyacinth”)

Daffodil

Dahlia

Daisy

Daphne (“bay tree” or “laurel tree”)

Delphine

Diantha

Ebony (tree)

Erica (“heather”)

Everly (“boar woodland”)

Evette / Evonne / Yvette / Yvonne (“yew”)

Fern

Fleur

Flora

Florence

Gardenia

Hana (“flower”)

Hayley (“hay clearing”)

Hazel

Heather

Holly

Ione (“violet flower”)

Iris

Ivy

Jacinta (hyacinth)

Jasmine

Jessamine

June

Juniper

Kamilla (Hungarian word for the chamomile flower)

Lavender

Laura / Laurel

Leilani (“heavenly flowers” or “royal child”)

Liana

Lilac

Lily / Lillian

Linnea

Lotus

Magnolia

Maple

Marguerite (French word for the daisy)

Marigold

Marjorie (influenced by the marjoram herb)

May

Meadow

Myra (“myrrh”)

Myrtle

Nyssa (genus of a type of tree)

Olivia / Olivette / Olive (from the olive tree)

Orchid

Peony

Petal

Petunia

Phyllis (“foliage”)

Poppy

Posy

Primrose

Rhoda (“rose”)

Rose / Rosa / Rosalia / Rosalie / Rosalind / Rosaline / Rosamund

Rosemary

Rue

Saffron

Samantha (the “antha” ending is similar to the Greek word for flower)

Savanna

Senna (a genus of plants)

Sharon (“field, plain”)

Shelley (“clearing on a bank”)

Shirley (“bright clearing”)

Susanna (“lily” or “rose”)

Sylvia (“wood, forest”)

Tamara (“date palm tree”)

Tansy

Thalia (“to blossom”)

Terra

Tulip

Viola / Violet

Wisteria

Yasmin (derived from jasmine)

Zahrah (“blooming flower”)

Zinnia

Neutral

Acacia

Ainsley (“solitary woodland”)

Arbor

Ashley

Aspen

Aviv (“spring”)

Blair (“field”)

Briar

Bryn (“hill”)

Bud

Camden (“enclosed valley”)

Cedar

Clove

Cypress

Dara (“oak tree”)

Elm

Emerson (Ralph Waldo Emerson wrote “Nature”) 

Fiore (“flower”)

Forest

Gladiolus

Glen

Green

Hadley (“heather field”)

Harley (“hare clearing”)

Harlow (“rock hill”)

Hayden (“hay valley / hill”)

Hawthorn

Hollis

Indigo

Jarrah

Jonquil

Kaede (“maple”)

Landry (“powerful land”)

Larkspur

Laverne (“alder”, “spring”)

Leaf

Lee (“meadow”)

Leighton (“settlement with a leek garden”)

Lennox (“place of elms”)

Leslie (“garden of holly”)

Linden

Logan (“little hollow”, also related to loganberry)

Lynx

Oak / Oakes / Oakley

Oleander

Parker (“keeper of the park”)

Porter (a type of sunflower)

Quince

Riley (“rye meadow”)

Rowan

Sage

Sawyer (“sawer of wood”)

Selby (“willow farm”)

Sequoia

Shaw (“thicket”)

Spruce

Sorrel

Thistle

Vale

Verne (“alder”)

Willow

Yarrow

Masculine

Alder

Alexander (alexanders is an herb)

Ambrose (roses)

Anthony / Antonio (associated with the Greek word for “flower”)

Atlas (cedar)

Ash / Ashton / Asher

Basil

Benjamin (Benjamin fig)

Bradley (“broad clearing”)

Brandon (“hill covered in shrubs”)

Brian (“hill”)

Cosmo (cosmos)

Dallas (“meadow dwelling”)

Dale

David (Davidson plum)

Douglas (fir)

Evander (“yew warrior”)

Everest

Florent

Florian

Forrest

Garland

Garrick (“oak tree grove”)

Grover

Heath

Hyacinth

Ivor (“yew”)

Jared (“rose”)

Jay / Jaden (similar to the Jade plant)

Jeffrey (pine)

Joshua (from the Joshua tree)

Keith (“wood”)

Kiefer (“pine tree”)

Kunal (“lotus”)

Landon (“long hill”)

Linus (“flax”)

Maximilian (a type of sunflower)

Nash (“at the ash tree”)

Nolan (Nolana is a genus of plants)

Oleander

Oliver (from the olive tree)

Oren (“pine tree”)

Owen / Ewan (can mean “born from the yew tree”)

Perry (“pear tree”)

Reed

Riad (“meadows, gardens”)

Roosevelt (“rose field”)

Royce (“rose”)

Silas (“forest”)

Sylvester (“of the forest”)

Teak

Thorn

Timothy (Timothy grass)

Valerian

Vernon (“alder”)

Walker (one who walks)

Wesley (“west meadow”)

William (Sweet William is a flower, and there is a tree called the King William pine)

[blue-skiesand-silverlinings]

Pokémon: Ralts Nickname: Ambrose Gender: Male Type: Psychic/Fairy Ability: Synchronize Nature: Hardy Characteristic: Thoroughly cunning

Ambrose was born with a twin named Oleander. Twins are rare amongst the Gardevoir or Gallade line. Ambrose and Oleander’s mother is a shiny Gardevoir named Viola, who holds a high rank amongst the others in the wild and has remained incredibly elusive to all and any humans who may seek her. Their father is a trainer-owned Gallade named Cypress, who is currently traveling worldwide with said trainer. When Cypress lived in Hoenn, he would visit Viola in the wilds whenever he could. Shortly after Ambrose and Oleander were born, however, Cypress’s trainer, unaware to the romantic escapades, moved from Hoenn and continued their travels.

While Oleander takes after Viola’s cool, calm, collected, and serious personality, Ambrose takes after Cypress; he is steadfast, quick to think on his feet, and quicker to react. Unfortunately for Ambrose, he was born blind, with a slip of skin covering his orbital sockets, while Oleander was born healthy without disabilities or health issues. Viola feared the backlash he would receive more than for herself, as Gardevoir prefer healthy specimens in their colonies. She lied to him, telling him he would have gain sight once he evolved—and taught him to “see” the world by using his powers. He can move around perfectly fine, as though he is using physical sight to move about the world, and doesn’t offer his blind condition to anyone lightly.

When Ambrose chose to go with Shay Kenway and her team, he also arranged to have his brother, Oleander, to take up traveling with Wallace “Wally” Leander.