#prince daffodil

[supurrb]

important photos of daffodil

[zoeloveconvers99]

@beauty-beast-week

Day 1 entry-Daffodils:Rebirth

Let’s begin this with this new artwork for the challenge @beauty-beast-week most of them are going to be related towards Adam since he’s one of my favorite and I enjoy representing his character in a more psychological way

For this I decided to represent his finally moment of getting his life back with a new body and with a new different psyche

(Ps:I enjoy putting fun details like body hair,earrings,scars,pointy ears and fangs)

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

UK Sunday Newspapers, 24 Mar 2024, reporting on The Princess of Wales revealing she has been diagnosed with cancer and her message of thanks to the public.

[photosbyjez]

Daffodils -- FOTD Apr 27

Some more #Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens is my latest post for Cee's FOTD Apr 27 #photography #Edinburgh

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Cee’s FOTD. Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens

[pnthra]

also happy munday!! have a long boi

[adamsrcnan]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY MY SWEET BABY FRENCH DAFFODIL PRINCE JEAN MOREAU !!!!!!

[nadiajustbe]

Underrated HMC moments I've never seen anyone talking about part 2

Howl choosing "H. Jenkins" for the shop's sign wich is the one and only moment in the series he actually uses his legal initials, as "H" can stand for "Howl" and "Howell" in the same time

Lettie being so angry about Prince Justin calling her "a sweet lady" that she said that she would prefer ever Howl over him. Wich is. Telling.

The King assuring that he never pushed Justin off and that everyone who knows them both wouldn't assume that.

Sophie being so RAGED with the whole weedkiller and daffodils situation she wasn't saying A SINGLE FULL WORD for about a page in the least. All of the sounds were like "argh!" and "Sophie gave the wordless glump of range"

The seven-league boots having the funniest description of use ever, as every time someone used it then the effects were simply narrated as "Zip!"

Howl raises the skull and quotes Hamlet directly to it, wich becomes a hundred times funnier when you remember that this Skull is canonically and ironically the only "person" in the room who can understand the reference.

Howl saying "Denmark" in the same sentence. And, again, they're in a fairly tale fantasy word. Sophie has absolutely no clue what to hell is Denmark. For Howl this is the basic knowledge of elementary school level.

Poor Percival being almost KILLED for transforming in the middle of a valley because people thought he's a WEREWOLF.

Poor Percival being STROKED with information of him being made of part of two other people right after experiencing heavy trauma, beheading, physical damages, not really well-planed adopting and moving a house.

Percival describing laying on the shelf and looking at the other parts of himself. What a lovely kids book.

Sophie accidentally making cayenne pepper magical. She would make a great seller-witch career because she doesn't need to know the spell in order to make. She takes random powder. She says it will do the duel fair. It makes the duel fare by making an opponent sneezing uncontrollable (wich is also just a way cayenne pepper affects people lmao)

Sophie's first thoughts after she heard that Howl is leaving the black door knob where it is being "Of course! There's miss. Angorian!'. Sophie, dear, he has a family out there.

Michael, apparently, hiding the money under the same brick Sophie will soon describe in CITA as "the brick where we're hiding money from Howl"

Miss Angorian and Howl acting like the spell in a modern Wales is the most normal thing ever. "That's a spell!!" "Oh yeah of course I suspected that"

“Didn’t know I used to fly up the wing for my university, did you, Mrs. Nose?” “If you were trying to fly, you must have forgotten how,” aka Sophie absolutely not understanding modern world sport terminology

Drunk Howell trying to get through the door MULTIPLE times, bumping on it before "discovering" the door

Calcifer "taking" that huge mention they lived (and almost never visited) in without buying it. It was literally said the owner is just Not Here.

Sophie loosing an acces to her own room. Wich must be really sad.

Witch of the Waste leaning on a swing when literally capturing Howl's family

Additionaly: Howl canonically NOT altering his clothes while rushing to save his family. He was running around in a long-sleeved medieval closes on a welsh playground

Sophie and miss Angorian having a whole fight over the guitar pulling it back and forward while it was making horrible sounds

Sophie literally pushing miss. Angorian off the house using the said guitar

Howl immediatly reacting when someone mentioned that the star Michael tried to catch looks sad.

Scarecrow literally running around with parts of Justin's body on its sticky shoulders for eighty percent of the book's finale

Howl saying he could be "the evil fairy at his own christening" which is probably a reference to the "Sleeping Beaty". Also. rises a question: did Howl HAD a christening. There's a huge chance he actually did.

Ben and Justin just. smiling at each other for enough amount of time for Sophie's narrative to say "If she had paid any attention she would see them". Am I interuppting something???

Lettie hating Howl's courting SO MUCH she asked Percival to bite him several times.

Additionally: Ben apologising to Howl for trying to bite him. That's also probably first time they're interacting

Howl ignoring all of it because sOPHIE HATTER

[mashkatzi]

Thots on husband lu😔…….

Husband Luigi headcanons <3

AGHH omg omg he’s sooo husband. He would make the perfect husband.

⟡ husband Luigi who makes sure you always have fresh flowers in the vase in the kitchen. He buys you a new bouquet every week, surprising you with whatever is in season. Tulips and daffodils in the spring, dahlias in the fall, snowdrops in the winter and hydrangeas and lillys in the summer. He keeps one flower from every bouquet before you throw it out and dries it out, taping it into a book with the date. He keeps the book in his home office, flicking through the pages, picturing your smile and the way your face lights up every time he gifts you a bouquet.

⟡ husband Luigi who takes notice of all the little things. His brain is like a sponge soaking in information and retaining it. He remembers all the little things you mention, even if you don’t. You drive past a little cafe and you comment on how it “looks cute” so for your next date Luigi will take you there. You mention how you’re out of lotion and luigi will run to the store after work to pick some up for you. And yes, he remembers what lotion you use! You tell him you have a crick in your neck and he’ll buy you a massage gun or look into alternative chair options because the flimsy office chair you have doesn’t provide sufficient support. He learns massage techniques online to help alleviate the discomfort. You send him a funny video of couples yoga or Pilates and he’ll book you both in for a session on your day off. He’ll spend the whole day pampering you.

⟡ husband Luigi who enjoys the mundane domestic chores as long as you’re together. He makes every task a paired task. Need a hand changing the bedsheets, he’ll strip the sheets if you put the new ones on. Need a hand washing the dishes? He’ll wash if you dry. He’ll be yapping away the whole time and you enjoy listening contently to his interesting stories and educated takes about every little thing. Whether it be medicine, politics, cinema or even juicy gossip, he always has something interesting to add.

⟡ husband Luigi who is the calm to your storm. He always has a solution to your problems. Granted, you tend to panic and overthink about the little things but Luigi is always there with an answer to every problem.

⟡ husband Luigi who is mindful of how he goes about teaching you things. He wants to be your Prince Charming, swoop in and do all the work. If he had it his way you wouldn’t have to worry about lifting a finger, but he knows how important it is for you both to have the knowledge and understanding of how things work. But he makes sure to not come across as condescending or as if he’s “mansplaining” something to you. For example you have a rattling sound coming from your car so he guides you out with him, popping the hood and giving everything a once over. He finds the issue and calmly walks you through it, explaining exactly what needs to be done to fix it. He gets his tools out and instructs you on what to do and how to fix it. He is also adamant that you teach him things he doesn’t know. He’s never afraid to ask questions or admit if he doesn’t understand something. He doesn’t fear looking stupid because he knows he isn’t. He’s a little cocky about it but you like that about him.

⟡ husband Luigi who tracks your cycle to know exactly how you’ll be feeling and how he can make it easier for you. He knows when your period is due so will be sure to stock up on snack, warm drinks and have a hot water bottle and plenty of pillows handy. He reminds you to keep your fluids up and cooks your hearty healthy meals to make sure you’re fuelling your body properly. Offering a shoulder to cry on when you have mode swings and knowing that you need alone time occasionally. He knows that during your follicular phase you’ll have your energy back. He plans fun dates and hikes for you to take and even books couples workout sessions for you both. During ovulation he is well aware of your needs and how to care for them. He even teases you by wearing your favourite outfits like grey sweatpants and a black tshirt with a simple gold chain hanging from his neck. He walks around the house nonchalantly, smirking to himself because he knows it drives you crazy. He tries to mix it up in the bedroom by introducing new positions or encouraging you to try new things or new toys to make sure you get as much pleasure out of it as you can. He goes multiple rounds eventually allowing you to just use him until you’re fully satiated ;) During your luteal phase you suffer horrible mood swings leaving you irritable often resulting in you lashing out and then feeling horrible. He knows how to avoid pushing your buttons and lets you take your anger out on him. He never takes it personally and is always there to offer a cuddle and some sweet treats for when you need it. Your boobs are often sore and you feel bloated and have crazy headaches. He’s always there to offer up a hot water bottle, painkillers and some fresh fruit juice to help keep your energy up. He even cuddles with you and massages your boobs to help the pain and soreness.

⟡ husband Luigi who loooves when you wear his clothes. Especially after he’s taken them off. Before you moved in together he would *accidentally* leave his clothes at your place for you to sleep in. Oversized hoodies or basketball shorts whatever he thought would be comfy for you. Now that you’re married he loves when you go through his clothes picking random T-shirts or hoodies with nothing but your underwear on to wear on a lazy Sunday. He especially loves when you wear nothing but his button ups after sex. You wrap your arms around yourself or button up one or two buttons so your boobs are poking out through the top. The shirt is long enough to cover up your ass but one small move and you’re exposed to him.

⟡ husband Luigi who sends you messages and voice notes all day giving you little update on his day. He sends you pictures of the sky or of a cute cat he spotted on the street. He’ll send you voice notes that go on for minutes about a delicious sandwich he ate. Or maybe ranting about how much work he has to do and feels a little overwhelmed about. If he needs to run to the store to grab something for himself he’ll always text you to ask if you need anything. He likes to keep you updated and enjoys seeing your updates too. You send him funny pictures back or have a selection of reaction photos saved and he always tries to guess which one you’ll use. He knows you so well.

Tag list 🏷️: @multi-culti-girl @sabrininaa (comment to be added)

[antinousletmehit]

˚₊‧꒰ა Chapter 15 ໒꒱ ‧₊˚

୨୧┇pairing: Telemachus x reader

୨୧┇Note: I feel like this is coming around the time to tell you guys that this is written BEFORE THE ITHACA SAGA so tread carefully.

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Telemachus paced around the shore with his head in his hands. He yelled at her. Y/N. Until he saw the tears form in her eyes. Called her a bitch…Antinous’s lap dog..and so many foul things. He wished he lost his memory right here and now. The idea that he’d hurt her made him want to walk into the water and let the current carry him away until he went under. Telemachus hadn’t meant anything he said. He was frustrated. Frustrated that she couldn’t understand his reasoning.

In a way, she was right. What if he never came back? Making the same mistake as his father had made 20 years ago? Leaving her and his mother alone to deal with the suitors. He imagined them both with distant looks in their eyes. His mother, reliving a familiar nightmare. Y/N having to go through it alone. The thought made the boys chest ache as tears pooled in his eyes.

What was he going to do?

The prince debated yelling out for Athena. Calling out for her wisdom and guidance. Or going to his mother who would stroke his hair and remind him to follow his heart. Where would that get him though? Back on this same shoreline, begging for answers. Wondering how he was going to apologize to Y/N;He looked out to the dark body of water in front of him. The salty waves crashing at his feet, the white foam lurking on the shore as the water retreats. The boy closed his eyes, inhaling. He thought of his father. The mighty Odyssesus.

What would he do? He scanned his mind for answers. It seemed to come to him in almost an instant. Y/N wanted him to act like a man. That’s exactly what he would do for her. Because it’s what she deserved.

Telemachus left the beach, glancing back over his shoulder as if his father had given him answers himself. He slightly smiled before walking over to the gardens. He saw the lavender he had been picking with his mother. The prince’s fingers wrapped around the stems as he pulled the fragrant flowers out of the dirt. He repeated this, his hands quickly filling with roses, lavender, poppies, lilies, daffodils, irises until he could barely see in front of him. He held the stems tightly in one of his hands resting at his side. Telemachus began the trek up to the palace, determined to make things right.

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Telemachus reached Y/N’s room, hesitating in front of the door. He leaned his ear against the wood and heard nothing except for silence. He sighed before his hand twisted the hand shaped brass knob on her door. The door creaked quietly as he slowly entered.

she was laid on her side, facing away from him. Her curls delicately laid out on the pillow. The boy almost believed she was asleep, if it weren’t for the small huff she let out. Telemachus turned around and inaudibly shut the door behind him. He treaded softly on the stone floors as if it would collapse underneath him at any moment. He looked down at the colorful bouquet he had brought her, setting it down on the dresser. The prince leaned down sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Y/N...” He whispered, reaching out to touch her shoulder. The girl shifted away from his touch, crossing her arms around her. The sight of her pulling away made Telemachus’s heart ache. Without a thought, the boy laid down beside her, his hands moving to play with a single ringlet of her hair. For some reason, she didn’t pull away.

“You don’t have to say anything..” Telemachus quietly said, “Let me say this though. I’m so sorry Y/N. I crossed a line. I truly did. You didn’t deserve to be attacked like that. I-I was frustrated..” He had his eyes closed while he spoke, deep in guilt and thought. Telemachus opened his eyes to glance at her…she hadn't moved an inch.

He inhaled before continuing, “You have to understand how much I want to find my father…for some reason he consumes my every waking thought and he’s not even here. I-I just want to see my mother happy again. See her truly smile. A smile I haven’t even seen before.”

His voice cracked with emotion, “It’s not an excuse whatsoever. It’s just why. Why I want to leave for Sparta. I understand that you don’t want me to go. You don’t want to never see me again. And I want you to know that will never happen. I would fight every guard, every god and goddess, and every mile of ocean to get back to you. This sounds like an empty promise, but it’s true Y/N. Every bit of it is true.”

Telemachus opened his eyes, expecting her to stay silent and unmoving. Then he felt the bed shift as she scooted closer to him, still keeping her back to him. A sigh of relief filled the room. It was her small way of understanding what he had said. The boy shifted closer to her, wrapping his arms around her waist, pressing her back against his chest. She was warm against his cold touch.

“I…truly care for you Y/N. I’d give you everything I have and more, my love.” He whispered, softly pressing his lips to the back of her neck. The words “I love you” had almost slipped from his lips, but he refrained. He didn’t want her to run away from him.

“I’m sorry…that I yelled.”

She muttered, her voice soft, yet raw. Telemachus didn’t even care that it was a short apology. All that mattered was that she was still here, in his arms. Telemachus sat up, still keeping one arm around her waist. He looked down at her face that was tear stained, her eyes red and puffy from crying. A sigh left Telemachus’s lips as he looked down at her. Even when she was crying, she was the most gorgeous woman he had ever seen. One of his hands went to her cheek and he rubbed his thumb across her soft skin.

“I forgive you. Gods, Y/N there’s not a world where I wouldn’t forgive you.” He quietly said, softly smiling down at her. Y/N couldn’t help but crack a soft smile at his expression. For some reason, she couldn’t help but smile anytime he gave her that look.

“I brought you flowers.” Telemachus grinned, glancing over at the flowers he had left on the nightstand.

She chuckled, “I heard.” It was true. The girl had heard the rustle of the flowers when Telemachus had walked in. Telemachus smiled, kissing her cheek, before resuming his position behind her. Holding her like he never wanted to let go. Every feeling of guilt and pain in the young lover’s hearts seemed to dissolve.

Something was still brewing in her head. So many old memories and secrets she had hid from Telemachus. She didn’t see the purpose of keeping some of it in anymore.

“Antinous and I..” she quietly said, “We didn’t have it easy growing up.” Hearing her voice Telemachus gently grabbed her hand with the one he had wrapped over her stomach. Absent-mindedly, Y/N ran her finger over his knuckles.

“We stole…we begged…we lived in the cold. Our stomachs growled and we went from stand to stand wondering if it was worth it or not to steal dinner. I had to be calculated…precise…void of any feeling. Because that’s how I had to survive…I know I’ve projected it on you…and I apologize.” She breathed out, closing her eyes as he spoke. At her admittance, Telemachus held her a little tighter. As if he was trying to shield her from the memories that tormented her. It almost made him feel guilty. Yes he grew up without a father, but she grew up without anything.

Telemachus’s breath hit her neck as he sighed, “Y/N...I’m so sorry. I don’t blame you for the way you are. I fell for you that way and I wouldn’t change a thing about your personality. Everything else..all the pain..I wish I could take it away that easy. All I can say is, you’ll never have to feel that way again.” She gently squeezed his hand at his words. She had been told promises all her life. But for some reason, his felt so genuine. For once she believed the promise she was being given.

————————few months later——————-

Telemachus stood on the shore, the breeze blowing through his brunette locks. The sand was warm beneath his feet and the sun bared down on his shoulders. He watched as his friends boarded the boat and stocked it with food and supplies. The day had come. He was sailing off to Pylos. The possibility of his father coming back with him filled his heart with joy. The prince couldn’t help but glance back at the palace, everything he was leaving behind.

His mother…Y/N.

The days leading up to his departure had felt like a torture he would wish on no one else. His mother holding him for hours, running her hands through his hair and looking at him with teary eyes. Sneaking into Y/N’s room and holding her as they slept, trying to drink her in before he would go months without her touch. The thought of it made his chest ache.

Telemachus began slowly walking towards the ship, his steps weighing him down, as if his feet felt the weight of him leaving behind all he’s ever known. Suddenly he felt someone tug his arm and drag him away. He didn’t even have to look in front of him to recognize the familiar fingers wrapped around his wrist. Y/N dragged him over to a secluded spot behind the castle, covered by bushes and trees.

She kept his hand on his wrist as she glanced up at him, “You’re leaving..” she muttered, her voice soft.

“I’m leaving..” Telemachus whispered, as if he was trying to confirm the statement in his own head. He reached his hand up, placing it on her cheek and stroking his thumb along her skin. She slightly leaned into his touch, closing her eyes. They stood like that for a few moments, refusing to believe that he was truly leaving.

When Y/N opened her eyes, tears pooled in them, “What if you don’t come home?” A small crack in her voice revealed her true worries immediately. Her voice instantly shattered the composed persona he was attempting to put on to hush his own stress.

The prince sighed, “Don’t cry…I’m coming home. Remember what I said, I’d fight the ocean, the gods, and any soldier just to hold you. And if you need someone..go to my mother. Knock on her door 4 times.” She only nodded, trying to wipe the tears from her eyes.

“And if I die, you can sail across the ocean to beat my ass.” Telemachus chuckled, trying to alleviate the tension.

The girl immediately let out a huff of a laugh, her eyes still watery, “Let that be your warning.”

An involuntary tear slid down her cheek and she sniffled. Telemachus sighed before wiping the tear with his thumb, “I’m serious, don’t cry over me. I’m not worth it.” They both quietly laughed and just stared at each other. There was so much to say but never enough time in the world to say it.

Suddenly they both heard a yell from the dock and glanced towards the noise, “Telemachus! Hurry up! We have to leave!” y/n and Telemachus looked back at each other, the same heavy feeling in their hearts.

“So…this is goodbye?” She quietly said. Telemachus then moved his other hand to her waist.

“Not for long..” He muttered, his lips moving to gently kiss her forehead. The girl sadly sighed, at the comforting gesture. Their eyes both met as they scanned each other’s eyes, as if they were memorizing every shape and crease before they had to pull away. Telemachus moved his lips down to hers and kissed her. It wasn’t electrifying or needy, it was soft. As if he was trying to make it last for the next few months he had ahead of him.

Y/N’s hands moved to the top of his tunic, trying to pull him closer to her. She never thought she’d find herself here. Craving his touch, crying over the thought of him leaving. Her lips comfortably moved against his, even slightly smiling at his mere presence.

“Telemachus!”

They heard another yell come from the docks. They hesitantly pulled away with quiet, but ragged breathing. Telemachus looked down at her with the same dorky smile she adored.

Before she could say anything, he quickly pressed his lips to hers once again before murmuring against her lips, “I love you Y/N.” Telemachus pulled away, leaving her standing there in shock. He held onto her hand, until he was too far apart to hold onto it anymore, gently squeezing before letting go.

She watched the boy run off towards the shore, until he was completely out of her loving sight.

“I love you too.” She murmured, as if her lips were still against his.

Telemachus ran onto the dock, as if the ship would leave without him. His breath was ragged, from his kiss with Y/N and from having to essentially run for his life. He boarded the boat, putting his hands on his hips to catch his breath. The only sound that was heard was the ocean surrounding him. He felt a hand on his back to see Acrisios, smirking at him.

“What are you smirking about?” Telemachus chuckled, looking at his friend. Acrisos was his best friend and who would be making the journey with him. Acrisos was blonde and tan, but scrawny like Telemachus. The boy only smirked harder.

“We all saw you over there.”

An immediate blush went onto

Telemachus’s cheeks as he glanced over to the area where Pandora had taken him. And to his horror, there was a gap in the trees that was so clear that he could see Y/N standing there. Telemachus stood there unable to piece any words together.

“Didn’t know you could be dominant.” Acrisios playfully joked, slapping Telemachus on the back, before ruffling his hair.

“Shut up.” Telemachus muttered, swatting his friend’s hand away.

Orders were called and the anchor was brought up from the sea floor. Telemachus watched as Ithica became farther and farther away from his sight. He thought of his mother and Y/N and he made a promise right then and there, that he would make it back home to them. No matter what.

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[aayakashii]

Hii just wanted to say I have read most of your fics and headcanons and I loved them and for this reason I wanted to request if you could do "what petname the tokyo debunker characters use for their s/o in a relationship"

I just want more tkdb fluff🥲

Thank you for reading my stuff!!! 🫂 I'm glad you liked it and thank you for entrusting me with this idea! I hope you like it <3

what petname would they use for their s/o in a relationship?

Kamurai Jin

The good and old fashioned "my love". He probably uses anything he can say it's his, and "my love" is the perfect way to refer to you. You're his, and you're his love after all.

Ishibashi Tohma

"Mouse" 💀 He's standing on the tethering line of being super sweet and mildly threatening lol A tiny little thing he loves and wants to protect but that's also very very squishable...

Fuji Kaito

"Angel". You're giving him the time of the day and being in a relationship with him, so he immediately worships you like you're some holy being. You're 100% his angel.

Lucas Errant

I don't really see Luca using petnames, but if he did, he'd probably call you "dear". And it'd come out very naturally! He'd be asking you for something and accidentally call you dear while doing it. Or maybe one day he said "good morning dear" and it just stuck.

Mido Alan

Alan most probably doesn't use petnames in the beginning, but after he's comfortable in the relationship, he might call you "bug" <3 something a little old-fashioned like that fits him, I think!

Kurosagi Leo

He'd call you something mildly deameaning but shockingly sweet for someone like him as well. Maybe something like "dumbass (affectionately <3)"

Haizono Sho

Oh he most definitely calls you "babe". He is very much a huge flirt and that will never stop even when you two are dating lol

Sagara Haru

Literally every extremely chessy petname ever like sugarplum, buttercup, pumpkin, cutie pie, honey bun 💀 But that's when he's trying to be funny or annoying! When he's serious, he calls you "sunshine" <3

Otonashi Towa

Besides Dandelion, he calls you every flower with a romantic meaning or flowers that mean beauty! Such as rose, daffodil, tulip, camellia, honeysuckle etc.

Shiranami Ren

Not one for petnames, but if he uses one, it'd be some inside joke between you two, like he could call you the name of a character he likes in one of his gacha games and you could do the same.

Hoshibami Taiga

Besides kitten, I could see him using "doll" too, because dolls are cute and compliant, and that's the perfect little toy for him :)

Romeo Scorpius Lucci

He probably would call you "darling" with a mildly threatening tone 💀 it's the type of petname that can sound very sweet but also very ominous depending on his tone. Fits his borderline yandere personality too.

Shinjo Ritsu

He probably thinks "partner" is already a petname, but you'd have to explain to him that it isn't (with a huge document signed and notarized if possible).

Kagami Subaru

He probably feels incredibly embarrassed, but I think he wouldn't mind calling you something sweet and cute, like "honey" or "love" too. I don't think Subaru would go crazy with the petnames, so I'd expect something classic like that.

Kusanagi Haku

Princess/prince obviously, but I can also imagine him saying things like lovely or gorgeous, especially if he can get to whisper it in your ear just to fluster you lol

Kotodama Zenji

Oh god. All of them. Probably a different one every single day. He probably keeps a notebook of petnames just to get ideas for new ones. He refers to you as his beloved when he's talking about you to other people, though.

Edward Hart

Dove, but if you bother him enough, he can call you spider monkey, don't worry *gets shot*

No but seriously, dove is perfect for him.

Mizuki Rui

All of them. Just... all of them.

Lyca Colt

I don't see him using any, but maybe if you call him something, he'll use it as well. That's a HARD maybe though, I think he'd feel too embarrassed to do that.

Isami Yuri

He'd probably overthink about which petname he could use before ever calling you one. And after he decided, he'd have to take his time to gather the courage to even do that. He'd probably settle for something normal and classic, like "darling" or "sweetheart".

Kirisaki Jiro

Does not use petnames. Maybe if you ask him to use one, he'd do it, but you'd have to tell him what he could call you.

[supurrb]

daffodil says thank u for ur love. have a baby daffodil.

[adventuresofalgy]

It was the morning of St. Patrick's Day, and Algy was resting quietly on a wee log beside the daffodils, when all of a sudden a rather unusual visitor appeared…☘️

Some of Algy's more longstanding tumblr friends will recall that Algy's hair always turns green on St. Patrick's Day… but they never knew how it was done. Now, perhaps, they have a clue…☘️

The wee fellow cavorted around Algy with boundless energy, leaping and laughing until Algy was quite dizzy, and as it capered and frolicked about, it chanted an old poem with great glee…

Algy wishes a very Happy St. Patrick's Day to all of his friends in Ireland or with Irish heritage ☘️

Little Cowboy, what have you heard, Up on the lonely rath's green mound? Only the plaintive yellow bird Sighing in sultry fields around, Chary, chary, chary, chee-ee!— Only the grasshopper and the bee?— 'Tip-tap, rip-rap, Tick-a-tack-too! Scarlet leather, sewn together, This will make a shoe. Left, right, pull it tight; Summer days are warm; Underground in winter, Laughing at the storm!' Lay your ear close to the hill. Do you not catch the tiny clamour, Busy click of an elfin hammer, Voice of the Leprachaun singing shrill As he merrily plies his trade? He's a span And a quarter in height. Get him in sight, hold him tight, And you're a made Man! You watch your cattle the summer day, Sup on potatoes, sleep in the hay; How would you like to roll in your carriage, Look for a duchess's daughter in marriage? Seize the Shoemaker—then you may! 'Big boots a-hunting, Sandals in the hall, White for a wedding-feast, Pink for a ball. This way, that way, So we make a shoe; Getting rich every stitch, Tick-tack-too!‘ Nine-and-ninety treasure-crocks This keen miser-fairy hath, Hid in mountains, woods, and rocks, Ruin and round-tow'r, cave and rath, And where the cormorants build; From times of old Guarded by him; Each of them fill'd Full to the brim With gold! I caught him at work one day, myself, In the castle-ditch where foxglove grows,— A wrinkled, wizen'd, and bearded Elf, Spectacles stuck on his pointed nose, Silver buckles to his hose, Leather apron—shoe in his lap— 'Rip-rap, tip-tap, Tick-tack-too! (A grasshopper on my cap! Away the moth flew!) Buskins for a fairy prince, Brogues for his son,— Pay me well, pay me well, When the job is done!' The rogue was mine, beyond a doubt. I stared at him; he stared at me; 'Servant, Sir!' 'Humph!' says he, And pull'd a snuff-box out. He took a long pinch, look'd better pleased, The queer little Leprachaun; Offer'd the box with a whimsical grace,— Pouf! he flung the dust in my face, And while I sneezed, Was gone!

[The Leprachaun is chanting the poem The Leprachaun by the 19th century Irish poet William Allingham.]

[catherinetheprincessofwales]

“I believe in pink. I believe that laughing is the best calorie burner. I believe in kissing, kissing a lot. I believe in being strong when everything seems to be going wrong. I believe that happy girls are the prettiest girls. I believe that tomorrow is another day and I believe in miracles.” - Audrey Hepburn

[photosbyjez]

Daffodils -- FOTD Apr 26

Some more #Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens is my latest post for Cee's FOTD Apr 26 #photography #Edinburgh

Hi all 😃 My latest post for Cee’s FOTD. Daffodils in Princes Street Gardens

[peachy-tokki]

I hope you guys enjoy this drawing because I cackled almost the entire time I worked on it lol. Inspired by retro shoujo manga covers and that moment when Sauron knealt before Galadriel, looking like a youthful, enamored prince charming lmfao.

And yes, the daffodils were necessary iykyk.

[cloudcountry]

attention twisted wonderland fans! ortho has tasked you with an important mission—give his brother the best summer imaginable!

welcome to the introduction post for my new event! i am your host, auburn! you probably know me as azulashengrottospiano, but i've changed urls ^^;

this time, i'm attempting to bring people together instead of doing an event all by myself. you'll have to forgive me if it's confusing, i've never hosted something like this before but i'll do my best and i hope you guys will have fun!

both writers and artists are encouraged to participate!

RUN TIME: this event will run from may 27th to june 10th! but you are more than welcome to post your pieces before then if you are finished or after if something came up! we understand <3

TO SIGN UP: please comment or reblog this post with your name and what you're going to be making! you don't need to have a specific idea yet, you can just whether you're an author or an artist!

when finished, please tag your works with sweet shroud summer 2024 so people can have an overview of the event's wonderful talent!

the event rules . . .

no nsfw content, i want minors to be able to participate as well if they want to.

any content is welcome aside from that! it can be romantic, familial, platonic, it can include yuu or not!

just as long as idia is getting out of his room and having a good time C: make sure you treat him well or ortho will get upset!

the company policy is open to be modified if a customer brings up a question!!

contributors and their pieces will be listed under the cut.

OUR LOVELY CONTRIBUTORS!

auburn / cloudcountry - writer.

if you let me.

dove / da-birb-writes-sometimes - writer.

mess in chat >w^. mess at con.

edie / edith-is-a-cat - artist (mainly.)

art piece. written work. kitty. platinum jacket. idia & tsum. rainbow idia.

cookie / cookiesandbiscuits - artist.

at the beach art piece. hot day.

irene / officialdaydreamer00 - writer & artist.

flowers of a summer day. part 1.5. aimless outing. marionette on a string. board game club shenanigans.

cyath / cyath - artist.

identity / identity-theft-101 - artist.

he dropped his ice cream :( art piece.

mochimus / thatsadguymochi - artist.

at the lake art piece.

phrog / phrowog - artist.

gamer touches the ocean art piece.

sapphy / shinysparklesapphires - artist.

gamer touches grass art piece.

em / musicalhistorical - writer.

zell / z3llous - artist.

getting milkshakes. catching pokemon.

silver / rxttenbxnes - artist.

sosa / miraculous-pacer55 - artist.

monimich / monimichbeingsilly - artist.

pop up cafe.

kei / keii-starz - writer.

garden.

fruity / fruity-arts - artist.

moon / moon-mage - artist.

rubia / twistedchatterbox - writer & artist.

emily / walkingoneliner37 - artist.

idia and ortho at disneyworld!

ryker / ryker-writes - writer.

firefly.

mayuu / justyoureverydaytwstsimp - writer.

dani / xol-io - writer & artist.

arius / ariusthething - writer & artist.

a short visit!

daffodil / chocodaffodil - artist.

idia at the beach.

loser / loser-jpg - artist.

getting boba.

manoo / pop-sparkle - artist.

tropical idia!

yourfbiagen1 - artist.

idia meets hatsune miku

octahyde - artist.

she just got to the prince mush boss...

comingyourlugubriousness / artist.

fireflies.