#pity for flowers

[shiningdesignersreflections]

Chapter 3: Pity for Flowers

Narrated by Yuntan.

Narrator: Then, years go by.

Narrator: People still come to see the flowers, poets still come for inspiration for their poems, and couples still come to indulge themselves in the romantic blooms.

Narrator: Yet, no one notices I am around.

Narrator: I look forward to New Year. I want so much to be seen, but the thought of my hope turning out to be wishful thinking is dreadful.

Narrator: And comes another New Year's Eve. It is supposed to be mildly warm, but it has been raining for the entire day. I'm shivering all over in the soaked soil.

Flower: It's been raining since forever... I can't bloom when it's so cold.

Narrator: It's still raining when the night starts setting in... Then, through the curtain of rain, I see a beast coming my way.

Narrator: It's a pure white beast. I have never seen anything like it... its strides are big, and its eyes are ablaze.

Narrator: The beast seems absolutely formidable. Its roar could probably rock the entire valley, and it could crush me into the soil if it wanted.

Narrator: I tremble in fear and want to run... except it's nothing but wishful thinking. How in the world is grass supposed to run?

Narrator: Maybe I'm destined to perish in the rain and cold, which really suits me just fine, though, because I've had my fair share of disappointments already.

Narrator: But what a shame that nobody is here to see me bloom before I go.

Narrator: I curl up as the beast raises its razor-sharp paw. I'm ready for what is about to come.

Narrator: A few moments have passed, and I am still standing there. When I raise my head, I see the beast's paw hovering above me... it's blocking the rain for me.

Flower: ...Huh?

Narrator: As I stretch, I look straight into those big, round eyes.

Narrator: The beast's eyes shine so brightly like two silver moons. And its paw is as soft as my leaves, except it's carrying warmth that my leaves don't have.

Flower: ...Are you blocking the rain for me?

Beast: Yes. Is it better?

Flower: Yes, it is. Thanks...

Beast: No worries. I've never seen grass that could talk, though.

Flower: I'm no grass. I'm a flower, and I can bloom!

Narrator: I quickly shake off the dew on me to show the beast the bud hidden underneath all my leaves.

Beast: Ohh... My bad. So you're a flower. I'm sorry, but I'm not exactly plant-savvy.

Flower: That's fine, but you see... You really just freaked me out back there because I'd never seen an animal like you.

Beast: I'm a white tiger. I might look a little intimidating, but I won't hurt you.

Narrator: So, this is what a tiger is like! The white tiger lowers its head gently. It looks formidable, but I can just tell it's being careful with how it moves.

Flower: Did you come from outside the valley?

White Tiger: Yes, and it's my first time here, actually.

Flower: Great. Can I ask you a question, then?

White Tiger: Sure, although I might not be able to answer most of your questions.

Flower: Why don't people come to the valley on New Year's Eve?

Narrator: The tiger tilts its head. I bet this is a hard one for it, but it still tries to give me an answer.

Choose either "That's very nice of it" or "I'm glad you made a new friend."

If "nice..."

You: That's very nice of it.

Narrator: Yes, it's nice indeed.

If "friend," ...

You: I'm glad you made your first friend.

Narrator: Oh, so that's what people call "friends"...

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White Tiger: I guess it's because people are all busy enjoying themselves?

White Tiger: Yue City, just at the foot of the mountain, is bustling with people now.

White Tiger: It's only natural that people don't come here when they're so busy enjoying the holidays in the city.

Flower: I see... So, I guess I should have picked a different time to bloom then.

Narrator: The white tiger looks at me with bright eyes. It is definitely a lot bigger than me, but its eyes are just so pure and naive. I clearly know it's just a cub.

Flower: I always bloom the night before New Year, and my petals are gone with the dew the next day when the sun rises.

Flower: I've been living here for a long time, but nobody has talked to me or seen me bloom.

White Tiger: I bet you're lonely.

Narrator: I curl up my leaves in embarrassment, because he sees right through me.

Flower: Well, I guess I'm feeling okay. But... I won't be able to bloom this year, though, because of the rain.

Flower: Will you... Come here again next year and see me bloom? You won't be disappointed, I promise!

Narrator: The tiger turns around and sneezes.

White Tiger: A-choo... Sure.

Narrator: It said yes!

Narrator: I'm so happy that I want to shake my leaves, but decide to just rub my stem instead because I don't want to show that I'm excited.

Narrator: We continue chatting for a while, and the young tiger answers a lot of my questions.

Narrator: What is it like off the mountain? How do the white tigers live? Why do humans only come up the mountain at certain times...

Narrator: Bit by bit, the rain lets up. The tiger gets tired and retracts its claws, slowly closing its bright eyes.

Narrator: I fall asleep beside it. In my dream, I see myself blooming the following year, shining brighter than even fireworks.

Narrator: It's the morning's sunlight that wakes me up. The tiger's nowhere to be seen. The disheartening calls of the birds are the only sounds around me.

Narrator: But what was I expecting, though? It isn't some flower that can only stay bound to this valley... it's a tiger, one that can go whenever it wants.

Narrator: But... please don't forget me.

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Chapter 5

[saturnyukaa]

every time tristepin is drawn taller than evangelyne, a part of my soul dies

[gengwasted]

This is purely self indulgent, I just wanted to draw a feral looking goddess of flowers Kaveh. Haitham tagged along lol

[rozeliyawashereyall]

Blood as sweet as Honey.

Yaaaayyyyy

If it looks like I gave up on it halfway, that's cuz I did.

Red Petunias can symbolize strong emotions such as anger, resentment, or even hatred.

White Lilies are commonly associated with death and funerals, representing the departed soul.

Anyway bonus whatever this is

[daguerreotyping]

Daguerreotype of two seated gentlemen, each wearing a flower in the front of his waistcoat, c. 1850

[krissiefox]

Twilight mopes and eats some flower petals.

[dynamitekansai]

[justanechoflower]

Who is a more terrifying flower than Flowey? I mean flowers aren’t usually scary. Besides from poisonous ones. Hey what’s scarier than a Nerium Oleander. (Can kill on touch)

[melodicaprils]

list of fanfics i need to finish (aka y im not getting anything done fanfic-wise)

best left remembered (total drama fic)

pity party for several (regretevator fic)

flowers for a wolf (cookie run fic)

list of fanfics i need to start cuz either i never did or my school deleted them so now i need to rewrite them

platonic black pearl x candy diver fic (cookie run)

pastry x red velvet but pastry is actually a likable character n turns atheist fic (cookie run)

gingerbrave but angsty (cookie run)

possible superhero blr au (total drama)

madoka x homura get married real no clickbait (puella magica magic madoka or whatever)

[bending-sickle]

after a long day of embracing the floor i will go for a walk to see if any new blackberries have ripened

[hamiltonforpowerpoint]

I just finished ACOFAF believe y’all think RueHob is toxic? Is it perfect? No but y’all placing all the blame on RUE. Saying that they only love this idea of Hob is crazy

Some things I want to touch (To my understanding this is what I perceived)

Rue didn’t choose to serve the court of wonder like it was some planned decision. Rue was an orphan who was kidnapped and forced to stay in the fae relem no? I think it makes sense for Rue to take the place next of the ppl who raised them.

So Oscar/Rue took the love at first sight route. Doesn’t inherently make it selfish, unreasonable, or shallow. I’ve heard plenty of stories of ppl getting together within days/weeks/months of meeting each other. Some people feel differently

Just because Rue lived in a place of lavish doesn’t mean they can’t be sad. Idk maybe it hit me more personally bc I saw it as yk yt parents non-black kid adoption. Rue being an OwlBear just trying to fit in in the society around them. We always say money doesn’t buy happiness why can’t this apply to Rue?

The love Rue wanted was romantic love. They may have had the love of the people, court, Wuvy, etc but it wasn’t the love they WANTED. Is Rue not allowed to want love? Love that is of kissing and holding and not making face and contracts?

It’s almost like the Bloom is made to make connections of any kind 💀 Again I don’t understand why it’s wrong for Rue to want to love somebody/love them. Rue didn’t force Hob to fall in love. Rue didn’t feed him a love potion or pushed him till he breaks.

I feel like we are a being harsh on Rue for being more emotional/dramatic but at the end of the day this is a dnd game. These characters actions rely on the descriptions provided by the player. If they add in a sigh here or a tears in the eyes there I don’t think it’s fair to fully put that on the character without the context of performance.

Wuvy Wuvy Wuvy. I love Wuvy but it’s clear that their relationship was platonic .l. I think Rue has felt that everything Wuvy has done (sort of) was due to responsibility of position/duty. Ofc Wuvy denies that but we don’t know how long Rue felt this way. I don’t think we see any evidence that says Rue told Wuvy to To change herself and make herself smaller I think Wuvy did that out of the love of her heart. If I had to take a major guess I would assume Rue made these changes to themselves first and Wuvy followed so that they wouldn’t be alone. While Wuvy may follow Rue command her actions are of her own. Did Rue do Wuvy wrong from time to time. Yes!

To imply that Rue is selfishly satisfying this hunger through Hob is crazy to me. I feel like y’all are babying this man. Hob was major and was set to be married. At the end it was Hob who went after Rue not the other way around. If he wanted to he could’ve atleast cleared the air with Rue then continue his duties. No one told him to hold on to Rue token. No one told him to dance with Rue. No one made him give Rue his badge. No one forced him to quit. He decided those things bc of his own heart not Rues.

Ig my question is if Rue only loves Hob bc of what he “represents” (like this idolization I suppose) why does Hob love Rue. He had his court, his honor, his goblins. A big chunk was Hob being to loyal to his court.

P.S The thing with the goblin court was f’ed up. Just makes Rue flawed not horrible.

TLDR: I’m more trying to fight I’m just RueHob number one defender. I’m not digging on anyone or being like “I’m right you’re wrong”. I’m just expressing my feelings after being on an 8 episode rollercoaster

[greaneamalia]

When I was working on identifying and accepting my feelings for/judgments on myself, and changing them for the better.

[pallases]

love how hugo’s like courfeyrac is just like tholomyes if tholomyes didn’t FUCKING SUCK

[pitiful-sermon-ask]

Hey, wait, no. I want to get married too.

-🥀

} I am honored. We will see about this. You are not as devoted as the Lizard, though.

[crystalis]

these peonies were growing out front of my grandmas house by the driveway and my mom cut some and we also got carnations for mothers day

[inbarfink]

Flower Witch

Sometimes they are delicate beauties seemingly trapped in a gilded cage of a blooming garden, sometimes they are grotesque-looking but dedicated and supernaturally skilled gardeners, sometimes they are bizarre loners who exude a sickeningly sweet scent and a deadly poison wherever they go. Whoever they are, Flower Witches are usually underestimated, nature-attuned spellcasters with a fragile appearance and deceptively powerful roots.

Flower Witches' Emotional Focus is the emotion of Pity. Almost every single one of them had some sort of great misfortune in their life, and the path of Flower Witchcraft is a way to turn the weeds of their life into blossoms. Living by the pity others feel for them can be a dangerous balancing act. Pity can be honest compassion and kindness as beautiful as the first bloom of spring and it might hide within a contemptuous condensation that stings like thorns or dangerous like a potent poison. But the Flower Witches know how to survive the worst sides of Pity and use them to thrive like a dandelion growing through the asphalt.

Flower Witch might appear small and unimportant, but their sheer presence can be deceptively life-changing. At their best, living so much of their life by the good hearts of strangers can make Flower Witches compassionate and community-minded - doing their best to help those even less fortunate than themselves and encouraging charity and cooperation anywhere they go. Maintaining a community of friends and allies and fellow strange pitiable creatures like one maintain a well-kept-for but wild garden.

At their worst, Flower Witches can be bitter and manipulative - deliberately trying to play up their pitiful fragility to get others to do what they want. Their masterful ability to control those who see them as beneath them can give them a bit of a superiority complex themselves. Their meek act often hides a strong vein of haughty condescension towards non-magic users, non-Flower Witches or just anyone who isn’t them. Flower Witches can be deceptively dangerous despite their gentle appearance.

However, the vast majority of Flower Witches are found somewhere in the middle between these two extremes. Not purely saintly victims nor guilt-tripping manipulators. Even the most benevolent Flower Witches had gone through tough times that challenged them to betray their principles in order to survive and even the most gleefully manipulative Flower Witch is acting at least somewhat out of legitimate desperation and pain. Flower Witches in general also have a tendency towards pessimism, self-loathing and self-centeredness. Self-Pity is also a breed of Pity, after all.

Since Flower Witches’ spells focus on Pity as well, they are known first and foremost for their many Healings and Blessing spells. On the other hand, their Curses are also quite powerful due to their ability to cause Pity. Due to their manipulative streak, most of them have more than a few Mind-Control tricks up their skills, and maybe Illusions as well. Flower Witches do not tend to use much Elemental Combat Magic but they have a clear affinity with plants and nature in general. As such they are renowned for their nature-related mundane skills. Many Flower Witches are masters of gardening or herbalism, while others are extremely learned botanists.