#p; a primrose path

[august-ia]

August, whether it was a good trait or not, had never been too wary of strangers. He was everyone's friend, whether they liked him or not. He had moments of clarity where he realised he was probably not liked by half the people he liked but other than that it was like the fairy lived in this delusion that everyone enjoyed his overly extroverted and touchy personality. He was, a lot of the time, a lot to deal with but he saw it as his charm. Who could resist that? His eyes practically sparkled as he looked at his newest friend who clearly was more reserved than him but it didn't matter, August could be excited for the both of them.

He stayed on his knees beside his new friend as they worked to lift a tiny portion of the herbs compared to the amount they had just grown together, watching like he was being taught something important. He tended to take for granted how easy it was for his kind to simply grow more plants instead of having to be careful with how much they could take at once. "I do," he replied with a tiny nod. "I mean, it's second nature to me. I feel connected to all of this," he scanned their surroundings from top to bottom and side to side; being surrounded by nature was the only time when he could actually release the tension in his shoulders.

"Oh-" he blinked at the suggestion of him selling a part of their rare flowers, but not because he was uncomfortable with the idea, "if you want one I could just bring one to you! If it looks like it won't make it, I can always give it a little boost." He wiggled his fingers at the herbs, demonstrating what he meant. "Just don't tell my parents. I'd rather not ask how they feel about it," he let out a pleased sigh and clapped his hands together for a job well done, getting back up on his feet.

"You own a flower shop? Makes sense!" he could see it now, watching how careful the other was being with the stem they were lifting up off the ground. His first reflex would have been to bounce at the invitation but the manners insisted into him kicked in and all he could do was grin. "Yeah, I wanna visit!" he paused, momentarily thoughtful, "I could bring you some of those flowers when I do!"

a primrose path (spencer & august)

[recallback-art]

Third attack of this years Artfight was for @bayheart of her Fucked Up Beaft, Bane. Been itching to draw something nasty and overly detailed for a second now, this was an excellent excuse for it!

[savage-kult-of-gorthaur]

SWEET JANE IN HER FINEST SPACE ACE DISGUISE -- THIS IS PURE SUPER-SEVENTIES DESIGN.

PIC INFO: Spotlight on a Jane Birkin-KISS/Ace Frehley mashup piece, the final flyer/poster design for a DIRTY FENCES gig in Barcelona, Spain, on November 26, 2015, and reportedly inspired by "Sophie Primrose obsessions." Artwork by Barcelona-based graphic design collective, Branca Studio.

"Satisfying a youthful obsession with early KISS and MÖTLEY CRÜE, then discovering the fortunate truth of THE DICTATORS and RAMONES, DIRTY FENCES have finally slammed into the Slovenly path with the new album, "Full Tramp.""

-- BRANCA STUDIO, c. fall 2015

Rest in perfection, Jane Birkin (1946-2023), another legend lost -- keep on rockin'!

Source: www.instagram.com/p/74awXIj__E.

[aidsyouinthinking]

Cannibalistic snakes make up our DNA

The comfort of loss, Can outweigh its fear. Pointing missing fingers, At the ones we hold dear.

The comfort of death, Can outweigh its fear. Pointing mangled fingers, Twisted back; self-sincere. Vampire in house of mirrors so vast: perpetual play; carousel cast. Masochistic martyr. Constrained corrupt charter. Spinning broken records, devoured by serpents, blind to all but each aftermath. Feeling out our old footsteps to know ourselves, and avoid personal primrose path.

------------------------------------------------------------ wrote phrases on to the front of a note book as keys to mental doors and bam I have now got a poem, always respect aberrant thoughts, you might understand yourself better or make a poem... hopefully I've done both :P - also on a poem streak so prob gonna make more today woo! (this mainly here so I actually feel I have to uphold this :)

[jlundenberger]

Boy, those poster illustrations don't really look a whole lot like either Joel McCrea OR Ginger Rogers, do they? But they're both very good in this lovely film. PRIMROSE PATH (1940), today at 4:45 PM on #TCM. https://www.instagram.com/p/CoUu-iogi5S/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[confusions-shed-of-ideas]

Guys I just realised something

So y'know how the names of the travelers in Octopath Traveler spell out "octopath" right

The order is Ophilia, Cyrus, Tressa, Olberic, Primrose, Alfyn, Therion and H'aanit

It's pretty cool and all but some people tend to mix up the order due to there being two Os and two Ts

So besides how the game was created to present the characters in this specific order, here's why that shouldn't work

If you split the first 4 letters (OCTO) from the last 4 letters (PATH) and label each of the letters in each group 1 2 3 4 from left to right, you find that the characters with the same number have the same type of path action

Let me explain

1) The first O and P: Ophilia and Primrose. Ophilia's path action is "guide" while Primrose's is "allure". Both give you the ability to bring npcs along with you on your journey and make them fight for you in battles when needed, so both are essentially a "gather and summon npcs" type of ability

2) The C and A: Cyrus and Alfyn. Both Cyrus' "scrutinize" and Alfyn's "inquire" are used to examine/talk to npcs and gain information. Despite Alfyn's being more direct and Cyrus' path action having a possibility to hurt your reputation, both do pretty much the same thing

3) The two Ts: Tressa and Therion. Tressa has "purchase" while Therion has "steal". This one is pretty straightforward as they can both acquire items from npcs

4) The last O and H: Olberic and H'aanit. Both have path actions which allow you to fight the npcs, Olberic's is called "challenge" while H'aanit's is called "provoke". The difference is that H'aanit calls forth her beasts to fight for her while Olberic can actually physically fight the npcs. Still a fight nonetheless

While I suppose swapping the two Ts wouldn't make too much of a problem (besides the actual sequence of how the characters appear/how they're set in the map being mixed up), swapping the two Os would mess up this whole path action sequence

I like noticing niche details like this. They're fun

With that out of the way, here's something else I noticed

The path actions are split into two categories: "noble" and "rogue". There's a certain percentage of success in completing the "rogue" path actions, and failing will harm your reputation

The characters with "noble" path actions are Ophilia, Alfyn, Tressa and Olberic, while those with "rogue" path actions are Primrose, Cyrus, Therion and H'aanit

But in the octopath sequence, Cyrus, a character with a rogue path action, is placed amongst characters with noble path actions. Same thing with Alfyn but vice versa

I suppose calling the game "Oatopcth Traveler" just doesn't have as good of a ring to it

[cmweller]

Challenge #03109-H201: A Walking Holiday in Rainbow Park

A Human takes their Havenworlder friends to Earth to walk through a beautiful park where the cherry blossom trees are in full bloom. Lining the path are beautiful lilac bushes, also blooming, and not far from there are early blooming apple trees. A lovely garden of flowers surrounding them on a warm, early, summer afternoon. -- Anon Guest

It was a cascade of colour. Pink and blue and primrose too. Some of that colour was literally cascading downwards with every gentle breeze. There were scents, too. Soft and sweet and evidently appealing to the insects buzzing or flitting about.

"Just a reminder," said Human Kaz. "Don't try to eat the butterflies." He pointed out a pair of colourful wings.

Piflithid Sar paused with their mouth open, closing it cautiously. "Deathworlder insects are toxic, yes?"

"Some are, yes. These ones are just expensive. There's a butterfly farm that's only partially sponsored by the bee colony... Oh. And watch out for the hummingbirds. They get territorial near anything that matches their colour scheme."

[Check the source to see the full story]

[windingriverherbals]

COMMON NAME:  primrose GENUS:  Primula SPECIES, HYBRIDS, CULTIVARS: P. denticulata-lavender, purple, or white flowers; grows to 12 inches. P. japonica ‘Millar Crimson’-flowers whorled around the 24-inch stem; blooms May-June. P. polyanthus-best known; colors are red, pink, blue, gold, and white, all with small yellow eyes. FAMILY:  Primulaceae BLOOMS:  spring TYPE:  perennial DESCRIPTION:  Primroses form an attractive rosette of crinkly, light green leaves. The flowers are generally brightly colored and occur in tight bundles on individual stems above the leaves. CULTIVATION:  Needing partial shade, primroses thrive in well-drained, rich soil. They are indigenous to cool, moist meadows and woodland environments  Duplicating these conditions as closely as possible will create the best growing conditions for primroses. The soil should not be allowed to dry completely. To retain vigorously blooming plants, divide clumps every four to five years. Seeds should be sown in midsummer for bloom the following spring.

Primrose is beloved by people everywhere but is particularly cherished by the English. Buckner Hollingsworth, in his book Flower Chronicles, proclaims that “England displays a rose on the royal coat of arms, but she carries a primrose in her heart.” Primrose is a symbol of early youth, and to walk down the primrose path meant a life of pleasure and self-indulgence. According to English folk legends, the primrose was a symbol of wantonness. The word primrose also thought to mean “most excellent.” The name primrose is from the Latin word primus, meaning “first,” and was given to this plant because it is among the first flowers to bloom in spring. Common names for the plant abound. In Germany it is known as Himmelschusslechen, meaning “little keys to heaven.” Other names similar to this include our Lady’s key, marriage key, the key flower, Virgins’ key, and Saint Peter’s keys. It was thought that primrose had the magical power to open treasure chests, or even better, to open rocks to reveal hidden treasure. The references to keys stem from the resemblance of the cluster of flowers to a bunch of keys. According to a German legend, Saint Peter heard a rumor that some wayward souls were trying to slip into the backdoor of heaven rather than enter through the Pearly Gates. He got so upset he dropped the keys to heaven, and where they landed on earth, they grew into primroses. Other names for primrose refer to a mystical connection with fairies and elves and include such appellations as fairy flower, fairy cup, or fairy basins. Fairies were thought to take shelter under primrose leaves during a rainstorm. Cowslip is a favorite English name for the primrose. Although there is some question as to how the plant came to be known by this name, most people agree that cowslip probably came from cow slop. Since the plants grew abundantly in fields, the superstition arose that they must have sprung from cow dung.

Primroses have been used since medieval times to cure a wide variety of ailments. Called herba paralysis, it was considered good for those suffering from gout. According to a fourteenth-century herbal, to “put the juice of ‘primerose’ into a man’s mouth would restore lost speech.” Mountain climbers in Switzerland carried the primrose root for its supposed power to combat vertigo. The plant has also been used to cure convulsions, hysteria, neck and muscular pains, and coughs. Water distilled from an infusion of leaves and flowers was said to be good for “pain in the head from a cold, the biting of mad dogs, and woman that beareth a child.” Eating primrose leaves in a salad was thought to be good for arthritis. A book on household remedies published in 1898 suggested that an ointment made from primrose leaves would be good on burns and ulcers. In addition to its use as a medicine, primrose has also enjoyed quite a reputation as a beauty aid. Culpeper, a seventeenth-century English physician, wrote that “our city dames know well enough the ointment or distilled water of it {primrose} adds to the beauty, or at least restores it when it is lost.” Ointment from the common English cowslip, P. veris, was used to remove spots and wrinkles from the face. Primrose was used as a rouge. It was thought that the leaf if rubbed on the cheek of a fair-skinned woman, would cause a red glow. Primrose can also be used in the kitchen. The leaves and flowers are eaten raw in salads, or they can be mixed with other herbs and used to stuff poultry. The leaves and flowers add flavor and color to many foods, particularly egg or custard dishes. Tea can be made from dried or fresh petals. Steep the petals in boiling water for several minutes, strain, and enjoy. Juice from the flowers can also be made into tasty country wine, jams, jellies, and preserves. Pickles and conserves were also made from the blossoms. In the 1880s, April 19 in England was declared Primrose Day. This was in honor of Benjamin Disraeli {English prime minister from 1874 to 1880}, for the primrose was his favorite flower and this was his birthday.

Primrose is considered the flower of February.

The Victorian Language of Flowers

The language of flowers was quite suited to Victorian England, for it allowed for communication between lovers without the knowledge of ever-present chaperones and parents. Messages that would be a social impossibility if spoken could be conveyed by sending certain types of flowers. How these flowers were sent was of great importance as well, for this was also part of the message. If the blossom was presented upright, it carried a positive thought. If the flower came upside down, it might mean quite the opposite. If the giver intended the message to refer to himself, he would incline the flower to the left. If the message referred to the recipient, it would be inclined toward the right. If flowers were used to answer a question and were handed over with the right hand it meant “yes’;  with the left hand, the answer was “no.” Other conditions of the plant were important as well. For example, if a boy sent a girl a rosebud with the leaves and thorns still on it, it meant ” I fear, but I hope.” If the rosebud was returned upside down, it meant, “you must neither fear nor hope.” If the rosebud was returned with the thorns removed, the message was “you have everything to hope for.” If the thorns were left but the leaves removed, the message was “you have everything to fear.” If the young lady kept the rosebud and placed it in her hair, it meant “caution.” If she placed it over her heart, the message was clearly “love.” The Victorians took the language of flowers a bit further and actually began attributing personalities to various flowers, as Thomas Hood exemplified:

The cowslip is a country wench,

The violet is a nun;-

But I will woo the dainty rose

The queen of everyone.

During the last part of the nineteenth century, several floral dictionaries were published. Among these was The Poetical Language of Flowers {1847}, The Language and Sentiments of Flowers {1857}, The Floral Telegraph {1874}, and Kate Greenway’s The Language of Flowers, first published in 1884 and republished in 1978. Because more than one dictionary existed, the possibility of error was great. One of these floral misinterpretations was famous by Louisa Anne Twamley in her poem “Carnations and Cavaliers.” The poem describes how a knight gave his lady a pink rose, meaning our love is perfect happiness. His lady either did not know about the language of flowers or did not care, for she sent back to him a carnation, which means refusal. The result was the tragedy: the lovers died for each other’s love. It was during the Victorian period that tussie-mussies became popular. A  tussie-mussie is a small bouquet of fresh or dried flowers, usually surrounded by lacy doilies and satin ribbons. Tussie-mussies were popular, in part, for the very practical purpose of warding off bad smells and disease. Some of the most useful flowers for this purpose included lavender, rosemary, and thyme. Tussie-mussies made marvelous gifts then, and they still do. They are easy to make, and, accompanied by a card explaining the meanings of the flowers used, make a uniquely personal present. Tussie-mussies can be made from either fresh or dried flowers. Choose a relatively large, perfect blossom for the center flower. A perfectly formed rose blossom is wonderful for this. Surround this with smaller blossoms and ferns and put the stems through a doily or starched lace. If using fresh flowers, wrap the stems with damp paper towels and then cover them with plastic wrap or foil held in place with florist tape. If using dried flowers, simply wrap the stems with florist tape. Fresh flowers that are good to use in tussie-mussies include rose, baby’s breath, cornflower, phlox, aster, and carnation. Suitable dried flowers include strawflower, statice, honesty, ageratum, and sedum.

Flowers and Their Meaning

  alyssum, sweet: worth beyond beauty

amaranth, globe: immortality, unfading love

amaryllis: pride

anemone, garden: forsaken

aster: elegance and daintiness, the talisman of love

bachelor’s button: celibacy

begonia: beware! I am fanciful

bellflower {white}: gratitude

bluebell: constancy, delicacy, and humility

carnation {pink}: the floral emblem of Mother’s Day

carnation {purple}: antipathy and capriciousness

carnation {red}: admiration

carnation {striped}: refusal

carnation {white}: pure and ardent love, the good-luck gift to a woman

carnation {yellow}: disdain

Christmas rose: relieve my anxiety

chrysanthemum {red}: I love

chrysanthemum {white}: truth

chrysanthemum {yellow}: slighted love

clematis: mental beauty, ingenuity

cockscomb: affectation

columbine {purple}: resolved to win

columbine {red}: anxious and trembling

columbine: cuckoldry and deserted lover, a bad-luck gift to men

coreopsis: always cheerful

crocus: abuse not

crocus {spring}: youthful gladness

crocus, saffron: mirth

cyclamen: diffidence, a bad-luck gift to a woman

daffodil: regard

dahlia: instability

daisy: innocence, gentleness

daisy, garden: I share your sentiments

day lily: coquetry

fern: fascination

fern, maidenhair: discretion

flax: a domestic industry

forget-me-not: true love, forget me not

foxglove: insincerity

fritillary, crown: majesty, power

fuschia: taste, amiability

geranium: folly and stupidity

geranium, scarlet: comforting

geranium, wild: piety

gladiolus: you pierce my heart

heliotrope: devotion

hibiscus: delicate beauty

hollyhock: ambition

honesty: honesty

hyacinth: sport, game, play

impatiens: refusal and severed ties

iris: message, faith, wisdom, and valor

iris, German: flame

Jasmine {white}: amiability

jasmine {yellow}: timidity and modesty

larkspur: an open heart and ardent attachment

lily {orange}: hatred

lily {white}: sincerity and majesty

lily of the valley: purity and humility

marigold: disquietude and jealousy

morning glory: farewell and departure

narcissus: egotism and conceit

nasturtium: conquest and victory in battle

pansy: thoughtful recollection

peony: healing

petunia: anger and resentment

phlox: sweet dreams and proposal of love

poppy: eternal sleep and oblivion

primrose: early youth and young love

rose {pink}: our love is perfect happiness

rose {red}: love and desire

rose {white}: charm and innocence

rose {white and red}: unity

rose {yellow}: infidelity and jealousy

rosebud: beauty and youth

rose, withered: fading beauty, reproach

Saint John’s wort: suspicion and superstition

sedum: lover’s wreath

snapdragon: presumption and desperation

snowdrop: hope and consolation

sunflower: homage and devotion

sweet pea: departure and adieu

tiger lily: wealth and pride

tuberose: dangerous pleasures

tulip: a symbol of the perfect lover

verbena: may you get your wish

violet: modesty and simplicity

wallflower: friendship in adversity

yarrow: disputes and quarrels

zinnia: thoughts of absent friends

Botanical Names

The Victorian language of flowers is sometimes easier to understand than the botanical nomenclature that is assigned to every plant. This method of naming is based on the work done by Carolus Linnaeus {1707-1778}, who established three categories: genus, species, and varieties. Most of these names are from Latin though other languages are represented as well. Although the common names are undoubtedly more fun to use and perhaps easier to remember, the botanical names are indispensable for precise and efficient communication about plants. Many of the botanical names are based on quirks and characteristics of the plants, or on where {or by whom} they were first found growing. The following is a list of commonly used species names and their meanings.

africanus: of Africa

agrarius: of the fields

agustus: majestic or noble

albus: white

allianthus: with beautiful flowers

amoenus: pleasing

annuus: annual

aurantiacus: orange colored

aureus: golden

belladonna: beautiful lady

bellus: beautiful

biennis: biennial

biflorus: twinned flower

caeruleus: dark blue

campestris: of the fields

canadensis: of Canada

coccinea: scarlet

elegans: elegant

flava: yellow

fragilis: fragile

grandiflora: large-flowered

japonica: of Japan

nobilis: of fine appearance

officinalis: used in the apothecary shop

patens: spreading

purpurea: purple

repens: creeping

splendens: showy

tinctoria: used by dyers

Names and Meanings of Flowers

Floral communication is at least as old as the Golden Age of Greece. According to Greek and Roman myths, many gods, goddesses, and innocent nymphs were transformed into various flowers which, in turn, took on the characteristics of these personages. For example, narcissus is named for the Greek youth who spent his days looking at his own reflection, and now this plant is a symbol of egotism. Another example is of hyacinth, which, the myths tell us, grew out of the blood of Hyacinthus, a young man who loved sports and games. Hyacinth is now a symbol of sports, games, and play. The Greeks used flowers extensively in their ceremonies and in their day-to-day lives. Though they apparently conveyed messages by sending different flowers in a bouquet or garland, we can only guess which flowers had which meanings for them. Floral symbols seem to have been used by the early Chinese, Assyrians, Egyptians, and Indians. According to The Mystery and Magic of Trees and Flowers, by Lesley Gordon, the first mention of English floral symbols was during the reign of Elizabeth I {1533-1603.} William Hunnis, an English poet, wrote verses that included the phrases “gillyflowers are for gentleness,” and “marigolds is for marriage,” and “cowslips is for council.” It was the Turks in the late seventeenth century who truly developed the art of communicating with flowers. They could convey almost any sentiment using different flowers. Displeasure, love, compassion, forgiveness  friendship and countless other feelings could be sent by means of a bouquet of flowers. The language of flowers was introduced to England in the early 1700s by Lady Mary Wortley Montagu, wife of the English ambassador to Turkey. On March 16, 1718, Lady Montagu wrote to a friend in England telling her that the “fair maidens of the East have lent a mute speech to flowers.” Enthralled with this custom, Lady Montagu published her Turkish Letters in 1763, explaining the floral symbolism for many different kinds of flowers. The custom caught on and appealed to romantics throughout the country. In the early 1800’s the poet Thomas Hood wrote that “sweet flowers alone can say what passion fears to reveal.”

Primrose is Considered the Flower of February. COMMON NAME:  primrose GENUS:  Primula SPECIES, HYBRIDS, CULTIVARS: P. denticulata-lavender, purple, or white flowers; grows to 12 inches.

[200dollarharu]

O C T O P A T H

Their names in the order of the images spell it out ^^

Some of these were…okay, others weren’t quite. I’m looking at you, Olberic and Alfyn. But, regardless, I tried.

Note: Every picture has a caption with the character's name+quote, if you click on them.

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[asiryn]

tagged by @primrose-path-of-dalliance (!!!!!! thanks!!! (lmao, it’s been so long since i’ve been tagged in anything XDD))

Rules: Name your top 10 favourite characters from 10 different fandoms, then tag 10 people!

i’m putting this behind a cut, bc i rambled on for quite a while XDD these won’t be in any particular order, and the fandoms will be chosen based off of what i’m currently most into/whichever ones i think of first XD

1. Maleficent [Disney]

okay, i lied a little.....she is clearly my #1 favorite character of all time, so of course she’s first (the rest of the list won’t be in any particular order :P). but....yeah, i love her forever and for all time and eternity, i love her class and elegance, my hunt for all merchandise of her that i can get my hands on is legendary and knows no bounds, she’s my forever girl, etc, etc. if you know only one fact about me, it’s probably that i love maleficent. there’s nothing i can say here that i haven’t probably already said a million times over, so i’ll move on XD

(moana has risen to be a pretty close second, tho)

2. Anthony J. Crowley [Good Omens]

i read the book from a library over a decade ago, and i liked it well enough, but it like....wasn’t an instant new fave that i had to immediately buy for myself (tho it is on a list of books that i wouldn’t mind owning...but maybe it’s finally time, who knows). i’m halfway through the show, and i’ve finally fallen in love with it (i think it finally being a #confirmed love story between our favorite ineffable idiots finally gave it the push it needed XD). it’s still a bit early for me to have a solid, definite fave, but lbr, if i know myself at all, it’s gonna be crowley XD i love this dumb demon (who’s rivaled in his idiocy only by his equally dumb angel husband), i love how he’s so soft even as he tries desperately to convince himself and everyone else that he isn’t, that he loves so many things and humanity and an angel even as he tries to say that he isn’t capable of it, that he never stopped questioning even after it had made him Fall. also, i am so thankful that the fandom has really embraced the potential for the shenanigans of crowley’s snake form.👍

(second place is probably aziraphale, but i also really love anathema too)

3. Namine [Kingdom Hearts]

another one that probably comes as no surprise, if you know me. i love this girl to the ends of the universe. i love the way she reclaimed her agency, her selflessness and determination, her empathy and kindness, how she went from a damsel in distress to pretty much saving everyone, over and over and over again. she deserves only happiness and the best things from now on. and please, for the love of god, give her some new clothes, nomura. >_>

(second fave is roxas, tho really, i love 98% of all the characters in this series ;;;)

4. Aerith Gainsborough [Final Fantasy VII]

my precious sunshine girl 💖 i prefer her in the original game, where she was sweet and optimistic, yes, but she was also sassy and fierce and took shit from no one. i love the girl that decided she wanted to wear a sexy red dress just for the hell of it, and threatened to rip off a mafia don’s balls. i love the girl that was confident and flirty with cloud, but never let any kind of bullshit ‘rivalry’ get in the way of being friends with tifa. i love that she always called cloud out on his bullshit, that she never let tragedy and oppressive shinra forces grind out her optimism, that she never stopped dreaming of a better future. i love that she was exposed to the worst of human nature, and yet still believed that they were worth saving. i love all versions of aerith, obvs, but they’ve definitely smoothed out her edges over the years, and i think that’s a shame. so here’s hoping that she’ll be more like her original self in the remake. 

also, can’t wait to see aerith die again :)))))))

(my second fave tends to flip between cloud and sephiroth)

5. Ling Yao / Greed [Fullmetal Alchemist: Brotherhood]

look. listen. i can’t choose between them, i just can’t. and hey....technically they sort of combine into one entity, so it’s totally fine to count them together, right?? XDD so yeah, it’s really fucking hard to pick a fave out of this cast, bc there’s only like....3 characters?? that i don’t love. but ultimately, it had to be these two. every single second they’re on screen, they totally steal the show, and they have a lot of the best scenes and moments in the series. i love ling, how he seems like a total goofball and comic relief at first, but fairly quickly you come to see just how fucking seriously he takes his duties and responsibilities, how selfless and devoted he is to his people, how he would walk through hellfire for the people he loves. he’s just....he just loves, so fiercely and intensely, that he moves even greed into loving him and the people he cares about without even trying. 

and then there’s greed, who even from the beginning, you can’t help but be charmed by, with his sarcastic slow claps and laidback attitude. but over time, you see that he’s just like ling, really, in that he can’t help but get attached to these humans, that he loves them just as fiercely and intensely, even as he desperately tries to play it off. i love the way his character serves as a means for the story to have a really thought-provoking rumination on the nature of sins and desires, and on humanity (as do all of the other homunculi). i could go on forever about these two, and about the show in general, bc it’s just so deep and incredibly layered and complex, so i’ll stop here. 

(next fave after them is winry)

6. Bucky Barnes [MCU]

it’s hard for me to talk about bucky without just dissolving into endless sobbing, but i’ll try my best. he’s just.....he’s someone who has ended up suffering so fucking much, who has every reason in the world to be angry and bitter and resentful and if this was the villain origin story, you’d probably find it hard to blame him. (also, i refuse to say that bucky was ever a villain, bc he never willingly chose to be with hydra, he’s a victim goddamn it--) and yet....he still chooses to be good. to be kind. he could have chosen to go on an endless revenge tour against hydra, but instead he focuses on his own recovery. and always, always, always, he puts other people first. he chooses to goddamn freeze himself, possibly forever, so that he doesn’t hurt people again. he’s truly an inspiration to me, because even after everything he’s been through, he still doesn’t give up. ......and if you’ll excuse me, i need to resume crying about bucky barnes for the rest of eternity 😭😭😭

(next faves are sam and steve. what can i say, i love my caps XP)

7. Keladry of Mindelan [Tortall]

speaking of inspirations, few (if any) characters inspire me more than kel does. unlike every other tortall protagonist, she has absolutely no magic at all, and she starts her story with more odds stacked against her than any of the others. the system and institution are against her, and most people actively, viciously hate her and want to see her fail, all for being a girl and daring to openly step outside of her gender roles. and yet, kel never gives up, and wins through pure will and determination. more than that, she never stops fighting any oppression that she sees, and is always looking out for the abused and marginalized of society. she is fair and just and righteous, and full of a quiet, immovable strength that i, frankly, envy. she’s a fucking mountain; you haven’t a hope of ever tearing her down. 

(other faves....george, raoul, and dom. it’s really fucking hard to choose between them, i can’t even)

8. Oree Shoth [Inheritance trilogy, by N. K. Jemison]

oree is pretty much single-handedly responsible for me loving this trilogy, and is the reason why The Broken Kingdoms (the second book, of which she is the protagonist) is in my top 3 favorite books of all time. she is....just so fucking radiant. she’s a blind artist, and is flung so far out of her depth in the story, and yet she holds her own. in this world of gods, she brings this incredibly human element, and is celebrated because of her humanity. she’s angry and flawed, but also full of love, compassion, kindness, and mercy. she teaches gods the meaning of forgiveness. she takes shit from no one. just....do yourself a favor, and read this series, even if it’s only so that you can read this book. 

(second fave....it’s probably shiny, lbr XD)

9. Sirius Black [Harry Potter]

ahhh, a classic fave. but yeah, i still love him, even after all these years. yes, he’s incredibly flawed, but at his core, he’s just so loyal, and he loves so fiercely, and he tries his absolute best to be there for harry, that i can’t help but love him. also, i have a Thing, for characters who suffer so tremendously, but who don’t give up, and still try their best to be good people anyway. also, wolfstar was the foundation of a very formative part of my life, and put me onto the road of accepting my queer identity, so i’ll always have a soft spot in my heart for the characters who were a part of that. 🤷‍♀️

(other faves are luna and harry, always)

10. Gladion [Pokemon]

mostly his anime incarnation, tho i do like him in the games as well. i love this soft goth boy with all of my heart. he’s so gentle and kind and loving, and i can’t even with him. 

(other faves are lillie, n, zoey, and kukui)

if you guys want to do it, i’ll tag... @dabiden, @green-piggy, @seasbelow, @theroyalweekend, @toomanyfeelings5, @ashetrashe, @neddea.....i can’t think of anyone else, and i’m running out of steam, so if you want to do it, then consider yourself tagged! :)

[bae-leth]

OOOH yes I love octopath!! and would def recommend going back to finish everyone’s paths :’) Seeing how their stories conclude is honestly so rewarding. I remember tearing up at Therion’s and Primrose’s specifically. aaa.... good memories!

Alfyn makes me cry too dshsdh and dont. get me started on yusufa AAAA she deserved so Much BETTER im so u p s e t still :(((

I’m really excited to see how she plays out, too! seeing as Dedue and Hubert fill the retainer role quite nicely, I wonder what her role is in regards to Claude? Or does she not have on, and is just very good friends with him? Or something else entirely? Hmmm....

[recallback-art]

Mentioned a few days back, but I have been having trouble with faces recently so I sat down to do a whole batch of expressions to try getting outta that funk. Same four emotions across dif faces. It was fun, if nothing else!

[libidomechanica]

“Within second sight”

Within second sight. To p ine in that dear voice, and always  understand, when all the weary  nightshade, ruby grape of eastern  cloudiness, then, regret for  buried bones, and with 

sparkling eyes, they han the  Grace he gave the primroses,  but a voyage prepares to  seize the brow of  earthly song: peace; come away: we do him wrong  to stir a little 

mend her, or rather would frown— that  were the path. When the  fans of careless butterflies: amid his  path, and kept thy holyday  above. Or, in promoting marriage ( which flourishes strangely 

enough of maintenance,  and mark the land, which every  kindness sake grieved I, when, though she  deemd the crew to  land; and in health I refuse  to forget the 

might forego, Alas! The foaming  grace, and rests upon the Kurds. Being  theyre more slight feminine disguise with  me: distant gloom a breeze knock at  you turned over and the fainting be,  or other booty sought 

about herself, while power of beautys a  flower. Of sorrow on a morning  thou art to lull down thy rocky bed,  thy creature as pure and water,  with blasts do roses; and travell ing in the 

day. And now come nearer than these, as  thou, perchance, perchance deride their place in their  flocks to feel these fading and tedious  years she lingerd on the  mellowing heifer and the  wind and shield, man, 

with scorns from your one hung with  thee now, that what went wrong done  but there swims the reflex of a  human head; and yet myself  have heard old Algrin) Moses was,  that friend to 

man, and slumber sound sleep encompassd by the  house; old sisters, kith or kin, arranging  down the pleasant days, because  it sometimes  certain chase. Men, soldiers and with  those conclusion. To punish 

all injustice but thee. Once more betrayd through which  Aurora was omitted,  whilst it hath theyr soules bene now at  once in vogue! Literally  is not absurd to thine enmossed  realms: O thou, new-year delaying 

long, delay no more whither! Which  when done, such precious latch, its  amber eyes is matter to gie ane  fash. The nice yellow  leaves, and double bridegrooms swore, and turned  over and looked at who wast so 

bland and this poem very short, and  felt that for this first ordained their  fill at oceans very maid, while those Letters the  Lotos-Eaters the  Lotos-Eaters the Merman the  Millers Daughter the Gardeners 

Daughter the Voyage  Timbuctoo, or hath taken tea in  small-eyed Chinas crockery-ware metropolis, or  starters, corn on things do  or do not die, mine, mine, for ever  warm her note is changed, but wasted, 

rich with flying nymph pursues  your loveliest thro the light. And  singular She is solid. My old affection  will be hard, they said, “ I fear it is not much amiss, excusing  thy sins are; for thee 

to tumble half alive, that the  sides of Latmos! And force to  seize the brine. Received with  lovers” seasons pass ere  I returned and took a higher  bard than uncommon, for 

gentleman oft rues his haste: impatience,  was apt to double  the hollow echo of the world,  and proud and lives to  wed a foreigners  initiation, nor 

[queerasfact]

I don't regret for a single moment having lived for pleasure. I did it to the full, as one should do everything that one does. There was no pleasure I did not experience. I threw the pearl of my soul into a cup of wine. I went down the primrose path to the sound of flutes. I lived on honeycomb.

Oscar Wilde, quoted in The Picture of Dorian Gray and Other Writings (2005), p.314

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[darlingpetao3]

Primrose Path (Harry Wells x Reader, Chapter 1)

Rating: Explicit

Summary: When you, a lovely florist, move to Central City to open your flower shop, you had no idea you’d fall for such a complicated and dangerous man who deals in a less-than-legal business. Harrison Wells - a major player and powerhouse within the underground mafia world of the region - sweeps you off your feet as you quickly become his greatest weakness.

Warnings: Explicit Sexual Content, Mentions of War, Coarse Language, Blood and Violence, Minor Character Deaths

Tag List: @aryasnape @cursedfaechild  @jadedragon1903 @disneyoncerlover815 @child-of-winter-1215 (please check to see if your Tumblr settings are set to receive mentions from us for future tag related purposes!)

A/N: Well, here we are. After four months over our labour of love, @central-city-meta-pocalypse @letyourimaginationrun and I would like to present our baby, Primrose Path. We will each alternate in posting the chapters, kind of like how they did the Crisis on Earth X crossover - each posting a part of the whole product. For example, next week I will reblog Chapter 2 from C-C-M-P so that everyone has had a chance to read it (if you don’t already follow each of us). Please keep in mind this is an AU - Alternate Universe - so not everything will be canon. We’ve made plenty of changes to fit our story. And so, after writing +100,000 words of a story full of fluff, angst, drama, sex, heartbreak, and so much love, we are extremely happy to finally be able to share this with all of you. Thank you for being patient and without further ado, here’s Chapter 1!

Primrose Path.

Phrase: the pursuit of pleasure, especially when it is seen to bring disastrous consequences...

You had heard about Central City and their metahuman phenomenon, but seeing a person’s abilities with your own two eyes is the most amazing thing you’ve ever witnessed.

When you'd watched the reports on the news before moving here, they only ever showed the dangers of metahumans and the ones who decided to try and bring this city to its knees.

But your first encounter is nothing like that.

You almost drench your poor flower pot stationed outside your flower shop, Primrose Path, when you see your first metahuman. The man is rugged and dirty with tattered clothes. You assume he’s homeless, and offer a kind smile. He returns it, then takes notice of the begonia display drooping - a cause of the relentless summer sun. The man reaches for a petal, and instantly at the contact, the flower blooms back to life in full colour. You stand there mesmerized. It's an utterly incredible gift, the power of restoration, right there at this man's fingertips.

“My goodness, thank you, Sir-”

“-Stand back, Miss!” hollers an authoritative voice. When you turn, you see a tall, blond, and well-groomed police officer who is taking cautious steps towards the man, acting as though he's just threatened your life rather than give assistance to your flowers. His hand is readily on his gun in his holster. You start to panic.

“No, no, really officer! I’m fine, he-”

“Get inside to safety, now!” he shouts. You drop your watering can and the contents spill all across the sidewalk. There’s no reason to be afraid, but the tone of the officer’s words themselves is what’s most frightening. You heed his orders and run into your flower shop. The very second you close the door, the officer clamps a pair of rather heavy duty handcuffs on the man, who is now hanging his head, and reads him his rights.

But even though muffled behind the glass, it sounds as if this metahuman, this man who did no wrong, has none.

***

Harry ends his call, sighing heavily as he sinks back down at his desk. Papers litter the glass plane, all regarding new projects and current ones to be approved for Scientific and Technological Advanced Research Laboratories - or S.T.A.R. Labs - utilization.

Tossing his own phone aside, his hand smooths over one of the documents in front of him. He presses his lips into a thin line, anger culminating inside him from the phone call. He takes a small gadget from the corner of his desk and hurls it to the other side of the room. The device shatters when it smashes against the wall.

Frustrated, that's what he is. Annoyed, about to go ballistic - a volcano preparing to erupt and spread fiery lava at any second.

There’s a brief, firm knock at his office door.

"What?" he snaps, one hand rubbing his temple while his other hand grips the arm of his chair. The door opens and a man puts his head around it, looking a little anxious at the tone of his boss' voice.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, Sir, but we've just had news that one of the vacant shops has been occupied by someone no one seems to have heard of. Apparently they’re from out of town. It's only two blocks away and... Well, we thought you should know."

Harry's eyes narrow at the lower-rank man, adjusting his posture so that an elbow is propped on the armrest of his chair while his chin sits in the middle of his palm. He looks at the timid employee for a few seconds, with a dangerous storm brewing in his glare. The younger man swallows, palms sweaty as he avoids doing any sort of action to piss off the dark-haired scientist.

"I'll deal with it," Harry grumbles through gritted teeth, bitter rage still boiling within him from the previous and unsuccessful phone conversation. The blond goon senses that his boss is feeling extremely prickly at the moment and simply moves forward, placing a piece of paper with the address of the new tenant on the edge of the desk. Turning, he leaves in a hurry without any further words so as to not poke the bear.

Two blocks away? That was awfully close. Somewhere for someone new to get near to him, threaten him in his own territory.

Harry stands, walking over to the large window which overlooks the city below him. This is his city, and he'll be damned if someone tries to make a move to change that. He grabs his gun and strides through the company building, holding an antagonistic expression and glaring at anyone who dares look him in the eye.

Outside, the sun is up in the middle of the vast blue sky, signalling that it’s midday. The city bustles with noise as people chatter through the streets and birds chirp from tree to tree. If anything, the city-life only fuels Harry’s bellicose mood as the world around him seems to experience ecstasy and bliss while he has to address a current complication on his territory.

Harry continues his war-path through the populous streets, weaving through the gaps in the crowds to arrive at the now occupied property. His hand instinctively touches the cool metal of his concealed gun behind him, slender fingers at the ready to pull out the firearm if necessary.

Danger, an anomaly, or another bastard seeking to do away with his work - Harry’s prepared to show whoever the hell set foot on his property just who owns Central City.

What Harry doesn’t expect is coming face to face with… potted plants? An array of flowers that sit within tiny, terracotta pots… He blinks, reading the sign above, Primrose Path, thinking this is some sort of prank or front.

Is this really a floral shop?

Outside the quaint business sit several baskets of brightly coloured flowers, leading up to the door where beyond it, lay more and more crates of blooms all over the interior of the shop. And that's when Harry first hears your voice come from just inside the door.

"Six pink roses and a selection of white flowers to fill it out, wasn’t it? Oh, I’m sure that’ll make a wonderful display. Your mother is going to love it!"

Maybe Harry wasn’t as prepared as he thought.

The tenderness of your voice was definitely something he didn't expect. In fact, it rather takes him aback. Harry ducks and steps out of the way of the window so he wouldn’t be spotted, casting a glance at this new ‘resident’. Oddly enough though, when he catches sight of you, his fingers go limp from clutching his weapon. A weird, warm feeling courses through him as his eyes scan what they can from where he currently stands. It must be his gut warning him of something. With eyebrows knitting together, Harry figures he should go about this with caution.

He observes you with the customer, who had supposedly said something humorous because Harry hears you giggle and sees you covering your mouth. Your eyes crinkle in this adorable way that makes his stomach flip.

“Damn... she’s cute,” he mutters while hiding behind a hanging plant, peeking in through the window once more. He watches you for a few minutes, interacting with the customer and arranging a recent delivery of stock in your new premises. Your bright smile is utterly captivating and Harry finds the corner of his mouth turn up in a tiny smile as he looks at you. You couldn't be a threat, surely? No one that sweet would be trying to challenge him.

You let out another radiant laugh before Harry decides it’s time to leave. At the moment, he doesn’t consider you a risk or even a potential enemy in the future. Sometimes the property he owned was just a prime piece of real estate for someone to open a business. He has a hard time remembering that not everyone in this world has it in for him.

His hands bury into his pants pockets, still unable to wipe his smile away. He walks back to his company with the bell-like sound of your voice replaying in his head. The image of yourself has been burned into his mind.

"I'll come back and deal with this later," he whispers to himself, now registering how dry his throat had become.

He’ll deal with it... just not in the way he initially thought.

***

Ding ding!

You can’t stop the little gasp that escapes you when you see who it is walking through your door.

Since the event with the cop and the metahuman outside your shop, you’d been researching the creation and rise of the metahumans, and all of your reading seemed to culminate around the man now standing at the counter in your inconsequential little shop; one of the most famous, or maybe infamous, people in the city.

Doctor Harrison Wells.

From what you’d read, the man was a mystery, wrapped up in an enigma, wrapped up in a suit. A rather gorgeous, designer suit at that.

Several articles you’d found linked back to the War of the Americas and Harrison Wells’ name was prominently featured within them. He’d been discharged at the end of the war with a commendation and an award for bravery, though you hadn’t been able to find what it had been an award for. But now he seems to be seen more as a war-hero-turned-mad-scientist who had seen fit to turn this city upside down for his own gain as no one in Central City seemed to know what he and his team were working on in the high-rise S.T.A.R Labs building.

But despite much of this mockery and antagonism towards him, he had never been challenged to stop his work. He was a force to be reckoned with, and woe betides anyone who got in his way.

The rumours surrounding him seemed to go from the sublime to the ridiculous and you could not work out which, if any, were actually true. People said that since the war, there was a dark, underworld-type nature of most of his business that no one particularly wanted to talk about. He seemed to exude an aura of fear to the people of this city.

He apparently owned property in virtually every block, knew how to pay off the right people to get him what he needed and had a reputation of being able to… effectively deal with those who refused. The gossip all said that he dealt in the shadows, manipulating those small gangs in the criminal underworld to create the biggest empire the city had ever seen. Which, despite the mayor and elected officials, left Harrison Wells as the undisputed king of all of it.

But you couldn’t bring yourself to believe any of it. A man awarded such an honour during his service surely wouldn’t then come home to terrorize his own city. He was just another businessman, trying to make his way in a corporate world and people wanted to demonize him for his success.

Which brings you to the current hitch in your breath as the rumoured secret King of Central City lays a small bundle of bright blue flowers on your counter. His dark hair is messy, like he’s been running his hands through it, nothing like the styled pictures on the covers of magazines you’d seen. You notice his piercing blue eyes study you as you watch him. It’s hard not to be captivated by his handsome features but you force yourself to be professional again when he speaks.

“Hi there,” he says.

“H-hello,” you reply timidly. “Is this everything for you, today?”

“It is, thank you.” You ring in the bundle and tell him the cost. Harrison Wells slides a few bills across the flat surface to you, which you then place into the cash register. “Have a nice day...”

You offer your name at his hesitation and notice a slight tug in the upper corner of his mouth.

“(Y/N)... beautiful name.” You can’t hold back an uncontrollable, bright smile at his compliment. He doesn’t seem so scary. Harrison Wells turns to leave, but without his purchase.

“Uh, Sir? You forgot your flowers.”

“I didn’t forget,” the man says with a wink, leaving the shop as the door jingles when he exits. You pick up the pretty blue bundle of flowers and finally process their name.

Forget-Me-Nots.

[Chapter 2]

[duckbehindthewheel]

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