#poet-aster

[poet-aster]

I am a Woman, I am an Errant Tide

I break against the shore with force and might, changing the landscape in my wake, a constant fight. The sand beneath me shifts with each ebb and flow, I carve new patterns, never staying in one plateau. My waters churn with fervor, never to be tamed, a force of nature, leaving those around me maimed. I am an errant tide, unpredictable and wild, my path meanders, never to be reconciled.

[asterlune]

clarity in distance — aster lune

[valentine-cafe]

God- I need to be that touchy feely ass bestie to the 781 trio 😩

The bestie who:

Finds Rishen in the ECU Library, sneaking behind her, arms wrapped around her pretty waist, and pressing a light kiss on her ear as we listen to her explain a few problems she needs help with. Like the besties we are, we help her with some of her uni work, with a hand gently rubbing on her hip before pulling away to go find Talisen, unaware of the beautiful blush on her cheeks

Finds Talisen just arriving to his shared dorm, tired from rehearsals. He invites us in, plopping onto his bed as we make him some relaxing tea. Then we give him a little massage, hands caressing every tense muscle, so soft and intimate. Lips brushing against the edges of his ear oh so slightly as we whisper praises about how hard working and creative he is, before kissing his cheek as we left for the last boyo, his body growing oh so slightly warm as we depart.

Finds Alessio in his apartment, grinning up at us as we sit on his lap, happily recounting our encounters with Rishen and Talisen. Hands playing with his black, wavy hair before we suggest making something for the other two. Pulling him by his belt loops to the kitchen as we make snacks.....and as he bends down slightly to get something from his fridge......💥🤚 SMACK AGAINST HIS ASS! Shock momentarily fills him as he looks upon us, a challenging smirk on our lips before we run. He quickly regains his composure, before letting out a hearty chuckle as he tracks us down. Ready to give us a taste of our own medicine.

Just a lil sum Ive been thinking of 👉👈

-🌕

˖⁺. “ we're just friends right? ” : 

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. . . verse 781 rishen, talisen, alessio x gn reader !! 🍓 :  ﹙ rishen: hero ˖ preppy nerd ˖ moth-spider-mantis character ˖ talisen: poet ˖ grim reaper ˖ naga character ˖ alessio: antihero ˖ immortal ˖ mercenary ˖ punkgoth character ﹚

you're the best friend of the trio - just friends right? even when you get touchy with rishen at the library, give talisen a little massage and crawl yourself into alessio's lap . . . 

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She sat there across the hallway, all alone. Why not join her? See what ails her.

Those were the exact thoughts that drove through your mind as your footsteps click behind you. Other people who were busy with their own studying look up from their books for a moment to watch you walk over to the woman by the end of the library hall. Before they look back down into their homework like she is doing.

She seems quite frustrated with it. One hand by her forehead to support it, while thick, dark brown brows knit and curl at the qustions on the sheet.

Rishen loves when the homework gets complicated. Usually — Because it makes her mind work. However when she’s struggling to stay focused, the answer to the question is usually overstimulated senses. Mind disturbed by the packed study in the library. The heat emanating from the bodies all around.

A groan of anger cuts through the murmurs and whispers of people conversing or reading aloud to themselves. The pencil that previously laid in her hand flung across the roundtable. Hands instead finding her head to support.

“Oh Rishen.” You sigh out, watching as her head shoots up from the hands it had just comforted itself in. The dark circles beneath maroon hues are clearer than day. What other action can you take, than to gently wrap your arms around your friend and pull her and the homework away from the table. To find a quieter space.

The two of you would walk together, in search for a place peaceful enough for the distressed student to sit.

You pass by shelves full of books that reach the ceilings of the library. Tall and proud. As librarians make their way around them, in search for books or spots for books to be returned to.

Fortunately, after much investigation, you would find a spot. Secluded from noise and people, smells and uncomfortably straining light. The area itself feels protected by a soothing aura of sorts.

Settling down, your ears catch a pair of lungs inhaling, before exhaling a very heavy and tired sigh. As another body slumps against yours and eases.

Rishen’s hands hold the homework she was previously trying to do in them once again. None of her fingers are clenching around the sheet for dear life anymore, though. Now they only rest on the slight crinkle of the paper they had previously caused.

Taking a moment to shift into her sear, she runs tongue swipes across her top teeth for a moment, the fanged ones biting down on the pink muscle gently, before it clicks. “That was a mess,” she laughs, shaking her head.

Soft eyes scan away at your features, and in turn, you put your hand upon her hip and rub gently and press a kiss to the shell of her ear, nuzzling your head against hers as your return your gaze to the homework.

“What are you studying?”

“Just biochem,” The room goes quiet for a moment, as she observes it. Peaceful it is indeed, dark oak wooden walls, with the marble floor that the entire university is covered in. The windows only let in a bit of light, with green hues and softer yellows thanks to the trees that cover the sun from outside.

She guesses the two of you have found one of Talisen’s beloved spots, none would tend to the flowers and plants scattered around the room. It is incredibly comforting and it brings smiles to your lips.

“Usually I’d get this done quick, but the surroundings were frustrating me.” She murmurs, to break the short beat of silence.

“I’m just trying to figure out the last few questions here on enzyme kinetics. It’s the latest topic in the class.”

With a reassuring squeeze to her hip, you smile in wonder, trying to read through the sheet and find the answers to it.

“Need some help?”

“Honestly? I wouldn’t mind.” She chuckles, while she tries so hard to not clear her throat at the feel of your body against hers. The way your hand feels as it rubs soothing circles on her hip has her flaring up. Yet you notice nothing.

Or maybe you do? She’s never too sure with you.

Though after a while of help, she finally found the conclusive answer, and sighs out in relief as homework is finally done.

“Thank you, this means I can go do my research again.”

You laugh in response to her words, tilting your head with a grin plastered on your face. “Not even gonna take a break for some food?” Immediately after the words left your mouth, a loud, grumbling sounds from her stomach. Indicating that she does indeed need something to eat.

Sheepishly she looks at you, while her hand moves up to rub at the back of her neck. “Ah— ahh hah, I guess you’re right.”

As the two of you get up from your seats, you inform her that you will be going again. She tries to call out for you, wanting you with her to the cafeteria, but within the blink of an eye, you are well on your way again to find the poet that you both love so dearly.

Hallways are a blur to you. As you quickly beeline your way through each and every one of them, exiting the university grounds to get to the dorm.

Like a snake, you slither around and about students to get to your destination. Something inside of you knew where you would find the man, after today’s literature class was cancelled because Prof. Lene had to call in sick.

Which meant he had probably rehearsed an extra few hours in the day to make sure that he has everything pitch perfect for the upcoming musical the university is hosting. Moulin rouge, having the hefty task put into his hands of playing the male lead.

Indeed, you find him in the dorm, after knocking onto the door and awaiting response from the other side.

Slow footsteps drag across the floorboards, as the door suddenly swings to the side after Talisen placed his tech-key against it. He tiredly meets your eyes with his, lashes fluttering as he processes your presence.

“You over rehearsed again.” You huff and as you look up at him for an answer, your hands find your hips to try and make it a bit clearer for him that you are actually here and it isn’t one of his daydreams again.

Realisation doesn’t take too long to hit the man. Like a slap across the face, he wakes up at the sight of you. Well— somewhat, at the very least. Yet, enough to draw a loud laugh out of him, that sends warmth through your system. The familiar sound a lovely one. Like soft bells chiming in the evening, playing with the wind.

“Now, do not be huffy with me, mooncake.” He chuckles, running a hand down his face, before waving it at you to follow him inside of the dorm. Shoulders creeping upwards as a quiet yawn escapes into the room.

It is ever contagious, as you yourself open up your mouth to yawn and close the door behind you. Greeting your beloved little fluff-ball Beauregard as he runs over to you. Tail high in the sky and shaking excitedly, as he meows enthusiastically at the sudden appearance of your presence.

Meanwhile, the grim reaper that you have come to visit seems to only find his way back to the bottom bunk he sleeps in. Little noises of exhaust leave him, before he takes in a deep breath and stretches.

Has he made sure to drink today? You ask yourself, while looking around the dorm. The walls carry a softened tone of melancholy, as if his emotions has been sucked up by them like sponges that needs to be wringed. So that the sadness may be drained in the wash.

Fortunately for the poet, you know just how to help him. If a floating lightbulb was above your head, people would watch it blink and glow

“. . . Some tea?” You ask quietly.

With the small turn of his head, half of his face meets yours, eyes droopy and full of sleep. Talisen musters up the best response he can. A simple one more than anything: “Please?”

The little smile he recieves after his plea has his slow-beating heart stuttering. Good thing you don’t have super hearing, you might have caught the hitch in his breath.

It only took a few minutes to finish off the tea for him. Yet you hope he has not fallen asleep by the time you exit the kitchen — ah, regardless, he needs the sleep.

Once you had exited the kitchen, you find your way back to his bunk to place the freshly brewed cup of tea down on his elaborate bedside table.

Maroon eyes open to watch as you put it down next to him, and suddenly, he begins sitting himself up.

“Ah wait just a bit Tal, it’s still piping hot.” You attempt, gently helping him back down on the bed. “Let me give you something as it cools a bit.”

Confusion strikes his expression at your words, pulling a small hum of amusement from you, while your hands find their way on his back and slowly begin loosening any of his tense spots. It causes him to groan out with relief, his back flexing in response to the touch. While he buries his head in his arms.

“You are too sweet for me.” He whispers quietly, enjoying the feel of your hands smoothing out any knots that he has collected from the last few days of hard work and training. If only you knew how much more the gesture meant.

“You deserve it,” You whisper. Leaning down against his back, while your hands move down to massage at his hips and the sides of his thighs. The feel of your lips against his cheek brings his heart to a race with his mind. Whether or not turn and meet them with his. It would not be appropriate would it?

“Hardworking, so good at your little rehearsals Tal.”

Oh the things you do to him, it isn’t fair. You watch as he hides his face away in his arms. Face redder than a tomato.

“Oh come on,” you laugh softly, while moving your hands up to his arms, massaging at the aching biceps that flex slightly whenever you hit a point it almost hurts to be massaged. You pull small sounds and whines from him. “Come on Tal, say it. Hm? What are you?”

“I’m good at what. . .”

“You’re good aaaat?” You encourage, grin widening than it has been for a while.

“I am good at what I do. . .” The sound almost sounds like a little cry, as his body relaxes. A shy smile twitching at his lips.

Eventually, the two of you take a little break, where the poet can have some his tea to sip on, while you get a glass of water and some more lotion for his back.

The fresh taste of strawberries covers his tongue and soothes his throat after all of the strain he has done on his voice. Nevermind the warmups that he had done, it always got a bit sore after all of the practiced lines and notes he has to shift his voice to when he sings. But he loves it.

You notice the small shifts he makes once your hands reach the small of his back after smearing out the lotion to help you massage properly, an eyebrow quirked at the small noises he so clearly holds back.

“Is it tickling?” The question sounded a bit more teasing than it was supposed to, but it was genuine.

“I have a very sensitive back.” He sighs out in response, clearing his throat to apprehend a shiver that rudely threatens him to make its way down and up his spine. “You— You have done so much for me today already dear, I feel better now, thank you.”

Watching as he sits up, you smile and tilt your head in a small nod of acknowledgment.

“You need some sleep?” After your question, the man yawns and nods. Your gaze softens as his arms wrap around the pillow that supports his head and his cat jumps up on the bed. Dragging the blanket over his body before snuggling close to him.

Soft lips find his skin before the departure, warmth against ice cold skin that results in long fingers slithering up your arm to pull you close and press a kiss to your own cheek. You smile lovingly and brush his hair back and trace your thumb over his brow.

“Take it easy, yeah?”

“Mmm. . .” He hums, watching as you grab your belongings and make your way out of the dorm, turning off the light. Making your way to your last spot for the day.

The city streets are swept from people this day, you assume most have gone to see the annual opening of the ice skating festival for the year.

Walking felt shorter than usual, as you found yourself standing by Alessio’s apartment door already. You suppose it was the quiet of the streets and the music in your ears that took away the attention of the usual duration of the walk.

He opened up the door quickly after you knocked on it.

Though. . . he wasn’t standing in the doorway, rather laying a few feet away from it. Pressing on the button of his phone to unlock it. As he sat and played his video games, locked in, trying to defeat the boss plaguing him in his dark souls play through.

“Aye— AYE!! AYE C’MON MAN!” He yells out in frustration, his noise of anger followed by a groan and then laughter, as he throws his head back and sighs. Looking over at the door where you stand, ridding yourself of your jacket and scarf, shoes placed next to his.

Emerald eyes move along your movements towards him, his legs spreading a bit to let you straddle him.

“Lookin’ pretty today huh?” The whistle reaches your ear before his words do. What else can you do but roll your eyes at him with a grin spreading across your face for the third time this day. You would be getting smile pains and aches at this point.

The same controller that had previously been in his hands was discarded of quickly the moment you sat in his lap and looked down at him with a smile. They instead found purchase on your waist, giving it a little squeeze that has you squirming and delivering a small dash to his chest with the back of your hand.

“Then you haven’t seen Rishen and Talisen, today.” His eyebrows raise at your words, looking for more answers clearly. Why not tease him a bit by remaining silent until he asks further on what you mean?

A second after noticing what you are doing he sends you an unimpressed look, sighing out dramatically and grinning: “What do you mean by that huh?”

“They were both so tired, but sooo pretty.” You sigh and slump your shoulder. Looking down at him with your head tilted to the side.

“Rishen was frustrated and in need of a calmer space in the library, where he could finish his studies,” Taking a break, you lean down against Alessio and rest your head on his chest. “And Talisen was tired after rehearsals, so I helped him with a nice massage and some tea.”

“You could massage me a bit.” The mercenary jokes, poking at your forehead and grinning. Earning another dash before you grab him by the loops of his pants and pull him up from the couch.

“My hands are tired unfortunately, but not enough to make some snacks.” You chuckle, folding your arms as the man saunters over to you with a big frown on his lips. He’s giving you those fake puppy eyes again, you know Talisen gave him a massage the other day.

You decide to play around with the man and coo at him, tell him he has it sooo hard. Before tugging at him once more, dragging him with to the kitchen to make something good to eat.

To your luck. Talisen had refilled Alessio’s fridge to the brim, veggies and tofu, meats, fruits that have been cut out for cooking. A darling, he was. You sometimes wondered when these two were gonna get married. Every time you teased them, they’d proclaim loudly and clearly of their frienemyship.

They were no lovers. The two were with Rishen, and not the other! Rishen would be just as tired as you were each and every time there was any mention of it. The word: frenemy, specifically.

With a swift pull of the drawer in the fridge, you pull of some of the silken tofu and veggies, bringing it onto the kitchen island. Eyes shining at Alessio, as you begin cutting up some of the onions to caramelise on the pan.

The two of you work around one another, as he begins preparing the tofu for the air fryer, applying the last bit of crumbs to the fried chicken replica tofu. And just as he reaches and opens up the fridge once more to reach down and grab some milk for the dipping you’re making in the pan, you cannot help yourself. . .

Slap, the sound of your hand coming to contact with his ass reverbarates off of the walls. His eyes blown wide and jaw slack.

Slowly, his head turns, for his gaze to meet you over his shoulder. Lips thinned together as you restrain yourself from bursting into hard laughter. And you watch as he turns off the heat on the pan and nods slowly with a small smile of warning on making it’s presence on his features.

“Oh yeah?” The silence fills the room once more, as he begins power walking towards you. While you run out of the kitchen and away from his as fast as possible. Until his loud footsteps thump against the floor, chasing after you.

And when he has a grasp on you too. You feel the soreness creeping up on you the second his hand has whipped across your cheeks. A loud yelp and whined laugh leaving you.

“Alessio!”

“Don’t start, you began this!”

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[writeraster]

About Stars

There are so many ways I could write about you. I could compare you to diamonds. To the greatest treasures known to man.

I could compare you to places, castles and palaces. And yet Yet. I chose to compare you with stars. For while being far away unable to be bought they're the most precious of them all. Reminding me of the very human essence. Because aren't all people made of stardust?

@pink-manta ✨ <3

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ 🌿 - 𝙶𝚎𝚗 𝟽: 𝙰𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚊 -

The adults have a night out on the town, and Poet and Liz agree to let the kids have a sleepover at their place.

Dahlia is wondering why she is being punished by being played again.

Simbles!

Helena's apartment is a lot different than Aster's house. And her room is a lot bigger than his too.

But that just means more room for sleeping bags!

Get watering can pranked? ... Yeah I dont get it either

Willow ages up! She's super cute!! She also tricks her favorite Aunt Poppy into coming by for her birthday. Beau is not amused.

Scary Movie Night! Beau is a cinephile so all these kids do is watch movie and feast off the popcorn maker.

Poet and Liz agree to let Helena sleep over after the movie and the kids agree to be best friends forever.

Willow wakes up from a loose tooth and has nightmares of the Tooth Beary snatching her beautiful face.

GET BALLOON PRANKED ASTER

Active Elementary School is pretty fun. Aster makes friends with Karmine Luna!

And Willow stays on the hunt for new minions.

[roserefrain]

Dearest Florian,

I am quite confident you will open and read this with the utmost discretion available to you, but nonetheless I ask you to confine yourself to somewhere private lest someone besides myself has the pleasure and honor to witness you so perfectly flustered. I would ask you to wait and read it where I may see you do so but alas, I will rely on my own knowledge of how wonderfully your face blooms when you are flustered. I can picture you now, your grand wings flaring and fluffing, your face beginning to redden- it starts with the very adorable tip of your nose and spreads to your cheeks and with a flourish, coats your ears in the most delightful of ways! Forgive me, but it is such a lovely spectacle, I couldn't help but mention it so thoroughly. I am looking forward to seeing you blush for me again soon.

Regarding the time, it is late afternoon as I write this and as usual, I find my thoughts turning to you yet again like the delightful flowers in the sprawling garden you so fastidiously guard come daybreak. If I am to be a rose then the warm, honeyed gaze of your eyes is the sun I happily bloom for. Truly, I had never felt so seen, so understood, so cared for until you and I fell into place together like the most intricate of puzzle pieces. I do believe with all my heart that we make a beautiful picture together, you and I. It is a shame that nobody else can see it, but I don’t fret about it; what matters most is we know we are beautiful together, and that there is always space for us in this world to bloom together, no matter how small that space is. If it is enough for us to hold hands, to look into each other's eyes, to cocoon ourselves with our wings, then it is big enough.

Oh, writing about our wings has once again made me think of yours. I miss feeling your wings beneath my fingertips, Florian. You have such beautiful, regal wings… I still remember how they shone in the early morning light when we woke up together, just before I had to leave. I miss that night- it had been so wonderful to lay beside you and rest with your hand in mine, your face so close to my own in the dark. I can't tell you how long I stayed awake after you had fallen asleep just counting how many freckles I could find on your face and neck where your hair had fallen away. Did you know that some humans call freckles ‘angel kisses’? It's true, I read about it a couple of weeks ago! I do wonder, Florian… if I kissed your hand, would you develop a new freckle there? I’m looking forward to finding out.

There are so many things I want to do with you, explore with you, learn with you. Every day I wake up, and wouldn't you know, my heart feels so full knowing you are mine and I am yours. There isn't a soul in Heaven I feel safer with, nor a soul in Heaven that I love more. My only regret is that we didn't meet sooner when we were fledglings but now that I have you and you have me, I'm never going to let you go. Until we can safely meet once more, think of me and know I'm thinking of you.

Yours,

Aster

@sincerely-your-fo

[amethyst-aster]

are you a soldier, a poet or a king?

poet

I’m very good with my words when I’m not speaking

[whirlinglikeaballet]

i love the song peter so so much but it actually physically hurts to listen to. like my chest gets so tight and i feel sick.

[aliferous-angel]

picrew dump of aster to go with the one I did of myself a thousand years ago

[asterdeer]

video called "pirate shirt tutorial that actually makes sense" with a thumbnail clickbaitingly copying bernadette banner's style, which does the exact same thing as bernadette banner's video but more confusingly and without a diagram in the video itself, also failing to understand that bernadette banner's channel is primarily a history channel and not a sewing tutorial channel so telling people they don't have to hand-sew the pirate shirt or they don't have to thread-pull is unnecessary because bernadette banner literally said "do this however you want, i just do it this way because it's how i learn about historical dress practices" in her own video. couldn't ask for better youtube entertainment

[silverflqmes]

agszc and the flowers they'd give as well as why they would give them?

໒⦂ 𝐅𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄.

notes. hey queen, my knowledge in flowers is baby level but!!! we’re gonna see which flowers the boys would give based on themselves and their love<3

genre. fluff

for @melukonova <3

ft. sephiroth, cloud strife, zack fair, genesis rhapsodos, angeal hewley

gender neutral! reader.

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ you selected.. orchid.

+ reasoning. orchids come in a variety of symbols next to the obvious luxury and beauty, such as strength, mystery — even charm and refinement. more importantly, they bring across how lucky you are to be able to love your special someone.

+ sephiroth had always thought himself to be deplorable for as long as he could remember. growing up, he had countless reminders of how unloveable he was even in spite of shinra’s hero treatment of him. when he met you, however, somehow you had brought this ray of light into his suffocating darkness and had loved him in spite of everything. he was just so lucky to have you in his life — it was imperative he showed you his gratitude. and so, from the many books he read in his days, he’d decided that gifting your orchids was the best way.

+ “it took awhile to find you these, given the state of midgar.. but the search was worth the while. as i recall.. lovers gift one another flowers as an expression of affection, do they not?”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ you selected.. gardenia.

+ reasoning. gardenia is the type of flower you would use to confess when the words don’t quite reach your lips. basically, an unspoken confession to convey your love. furthermore, it represents purity and expresses beauty towards the receiver.

+ cloud strife.. was never really the best with words, feelings and emotional expression. he preferred to think of himself as an actions kind of guy, and his confession to you boiled down to exactly that. with all the worst behind him, and the whisper of advice from his parted friends, he would have set out one morning to sector five to purchase a few gardenias. flowers and their meanings didn’t come easy to him, but the words he’d received told him these were the ones. the blond’s only hope was that his message would be received and returned.

+ “here, got these for you on the way back from my delivery, they’re um.. gardenias. make sure to change their water every other day or so, if you want them to last, of course..”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ you selected.. daisy.

+ reasoning. daisies represent an innocent, cheerful and pure form of love. the kind of flowers you would pick fresh from the garden or a patch of grass to bring to the person you cherish most. they can also express true love, beauty and simplicity.

+ zack fair was true to his nickname — a puppy. despite his want for leaving the countryside to join SOLDIER, the days he would spend back home were all filled with memories that he would forever carry with him. a few that stood out most were the times he’d race up to you with a handful of daisies. despite their messy condition, and the apology he would laugh out for tripping on his way to you, his actions are filled with sincerity and love.. even if zack might not know what he’s given to you. with time, however, he will have realized the depth of his gifts.

+ “ahaha, sorry y/n! i didn’t see this rock on my way over, and i might have ruined the flowers a bit.. but they still smell nice! and i tried to salvage the good ones, y’see! peak condition!”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ you selected.. aster.

+ reasoning. asters, according to myth were associated with a goddess that wept because there weren’t enough stars. the tears that fell became the star shaped flowers we call asters. on the contrary, they symbolize love, charm and sensitivity.

+ genesis rhapsodos — born poet, forced to soldier. flowers and their meanings didn’t fall far from the tree for a man with vast knowledge of the arts, literature and beauty. as someone with a keen interest in loveless, having analyzed and noted it to memory, asters came to be his first choice in conveying his love for you. the gift of the goddess, he would have concluded, and a perfect fit for the one who has captured his heart — you. and so, on his way back from a mission, a singular aster would have occupied his red, gloved hand as he presented it to you.

+ “a gift from the goddess for my beloved.. as flowers have long since disappeared off the face of midgar, amidst the filth and industrialization. are you pleased with my findings?”

ะ ྂ ❤︎ . ˚˖ you selected.. alstroemeria.

+ reasoning. alstroemerias convey loyalty, devotion, support and.. honor. the type of flower you give to remind someone of their strength when they fall on hard times. but, it is also said that receiving an extra sweet one, meant you were beloved.

+ angeal hewley wasn’t exactly one for frivolous love, a stark contrast otherwise, to his friend. the romance department just never really called his attention.. well, at least until he met you. somehow you sparked feelings in him that he wasn’t sure he was even capable of feeling strongly towards another person. it was strange, different.. but a good kind of different. however there was a downside — that being his lack of experience. his familiarity with romance was minimal, but he was determined to provide! and with outside help, he was acquired flowers.

+ “these are alstroemerias.. a mouthful, i know. but they used to grow back where i grew up, in banora. they said the sweeter ones are best to gift to your beloved — so here you are.”

notes. several hours of research and inconsistent writing later, i was able to finish your request.. love how NOBODY had roses but like anyway, this is the end results for agszc with flowers woop

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[poet-aster]

Open Casket

Depression is an open casket,

A darkness that engulfs the soul.

A place where happiness is masked,

And sadness takes control.

  It's a coffin that's left open wide,

For all to see and feel.

A place where emotions collide,

And wounds refuse to heal.

  It's like a funeral procession,

Where mourners all attend.

Only it's your mind that's the possession,

And you're the one who's left to fend.

The casket sits there open,

For everyone to see.

A mind that's broken,

And a heart that's not free.

[asterlune]

the spark between us — aster lune

[valentine-cafe]

The way I squealed when I read my flower crown ask!! AHH ITS SO CUTE 🥺🥰 THEY'RE SO CUTE AHHHHH I LOBE THEMMMM, THEY'RE ALL BABY🥰🥰

Fr got me looking away from my phone and kicking my feet like a school girl 🤭

Anyways- before I rant about my love for them LMAO, i immediately thought of another ask for them with mermaid reader!

Basically, they're all talking and chilling while watching the movie right? And Rishen notices readers ears are fin like!

(And I believe that Rishen is the only one that hasn't met a mermaid before??? I could be wrong 😔)

So, intrigued, she asks reader about that. And soon it becomes reader kinda showing off their mermaid attributes. Like ears, webbed hands, and even their tail!

Talisen throws in a few bits and questions on his knowledge of mermaids, while Alessio sits back and smiles warmly, seeing his 3 favorite people getting along🥰

Thank you so much for answering the ask, it was so cute 🥺 these boys got me frfr

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˖⁺. ﹙ nerdy hybrid-hero & motherly moth/mantis goddess reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁

. . . your webs are so beautiful- gods, your tail! !! 🍒 :  rishen: hero ˖ moth-spider-mantis hybrid ˖ preppy nerd character ˖ talisen: poet ˖ grim reaper ˖ naga character ˖ alessio: punkgoth ˖ mercenary ˖ immortal character ﹙ verse 781 rishen, talisen & alessio. ﹚

“I thought mermaids were fiction. . .” rishen’s murmur brings a grin to your lips. most did.

“you date a fuckin’ grim reaper and you thought mermaids are fictional?’

instinctively, your hand reaches out to thwack alessio’s shoulder. of course he pretends as though you hit him with a ton of bricks. with whines and rubs of his arms, along with that familiar puppy look.

“be nice to the baby,” with a laugh you point to his face before you spin to rishen. a wide smiles plasters itself over your face and you give your fins a bit of a wiggle, which immediately has rishen standing to her feet.

she’s in front of you in the span of seconds. maroon eyes glimmer like pearls you recall cracking clams open for. your love for shining objects itches at your palms and you have to restrain yourself from reaching for her face.

“finned ears. . . ah - and your hands!” you eagerly allow her to take them into hers. the grin on her lips makes her little examinations worth it. the air of the room turns light. a comfort to the tender red light that shines through the windows from the city.

“do you have gills to?”

“of course.”

all you can do is muse and circle your finger into the collar of your shirt. it takes a small tug of the fabric and your gills swell up. put on display for the fascinated woman who lets out a small gasp.

“what about your tail?” she pipes next.

“bǎo bèi. . .” chuckles talisen with a small shake of his head. dark locks bounce around his slim face. “you cannot simply ask to see their tail. . . it is considered rude in merfolk culture.”

“I’m so sorry!” you can all but laugh at rishen’s panicked voice as she whips around to look back at you. it is now that you allow your hands to take her soft face into your palms and give her a tender, little shake.

“no harm, no fault. you didn’t know. besides I’d be more than happy to show you my tail later, how does that sound?”

there is that shine again. one that outdoes the sun itself. the stars outside must be staring down with envy. however, rishen’s gaze trails to the side. the small shift in her feet sends your brow to raise. you recognise a thing or two about their habits by now.

still, you glance to talisen who smiles in acknowledgement. then to alessio who merely shakes his head with a hushed chuckle and returns to his game device laid idly in his hold.

“well. . .” rishen starts, eyes trailing along the room as though she follows the light. like any moth would. “would it be too invasive if I asked to. . . examine you a bit? I can write it down in my anatomy journal!”

you aren’t too sure what you were expecting, but it certainly was not that. your laugh breaks through the momentary silence. a quiet ‘nerd’ is huffed from alessio in amusement.

talisen joins you with a few snickers and poor rishen flushes and instantly waves her hands in front of her. “it’s fine if not -”

“no -no it’s not that. of course you can. you’re just so cute.” you pinch her cheek and pull her back down to sit alongside you. she takes it as a green light to begin spouting one-hundred-and-one questions. you answer some. leave talisen to spout others.

from the corner of your eye you catch your old friend looking upon the three of you. the fond smile on his lips brings one to yours as well.

[writeraster]

Τhe Beehive

Familiar feelings are odd. Bittersweet. One day it’s a feeling of a loved one holding you making you feel safe and cared for.

Αnd the other the other… you feel so alone. Away, alienated from everyone a wasp in a beehive. Unwelcomed welcomed Welcomed until they find out.

Find that you’re not one of them you’re a stranger, an intruder.

You know their thoughts very well. You’ve heard them how they speak their expressions and mannerisms.

The click of their tongue.

Eyeing you almost feeling like like… they’re subtly waiting for you to say just the wrong thing to put you on the spot.

So you have to hide play along hide and seek in a beehive you were forced into.

[theplottdump]

ＳＩＤＥ ＰＬＯＴＴ 🎃 - 𝙳𝚊𝚑𝚕𝚒𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚞 - 𝚂𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚢 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚢 -

I had so much fun decorating for this lil party. Spooky Day parties are my absolute favorite to throw in game. Some costumes!

Dahlia and Beau!

Poet and Liz!

Aster and Helena! Aster went unironically as a hotdog and Helena was the Where the Wild Things Are Kid.

And some loose spam!

You tried Helena ❤

Astronaut Convention 🙊😂

Pizza Party Table my beloved.

The Candy Bowl takes no prisoners.

Hello your honor? Yes, this child has my heart.

Thanks for coming!!!