#ragequilt: gentle and true 💌🌻🪴

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mermsie are you still pulling cards? 🥺

still can’t believe they gave in and made a whole month to celebrate you! happy mermay!!! 🐚🌊☀️

ragey, for you i would figure out how to pull down the moon. 🥺🌙 but lmaooo, i know! about time i say, /hairflip 😌 happy mermay to you, too!!! may it be filled with perfect weather for swimming and good stories. 📖🐚🩷

no. 19, the kelpie—the longings of your heart are prophecies of realities. the keyword the guidebook gives for this card is foresight, and the first sentence is literally you will master a situation and achieve what is good and right for you because you see through appearances; apt, because kelpies like to trick people into riding them. 🥺 and i like to think of you as someone who sees past the entreaties or the fancy bridles and to the waterlogged mane and dangerous eyes. 🥺 you don’t need to fear anything! you’re smart enough, knowledgable enough to keep walking straight and true—determined, like this tricky horse, but kinder too, because you’re not held down by the same awful nature it is. you will only ever use it to head towards good things. 💕

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it’s so lovely 🥺

Porcelain Rose Blossom Tea Set ~ fit for a Fairy Picnic

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mermsy I just had the loveliest dream that you invited me over for tea

and you sent a beautiful ... like, fairy dress? with the invitation, like - dream me looked at it and marveled and genuinely said “well of course if anyone could style it it’s her”

my dress up montage got in the way of us having actual tea but before I woke up you were answering the door (to a beautiful ivy covered home) and I had 🤗 just for your face.

best dream I’ve had in weeks 🥰💜

Ragey. 🥺😭 What a lovely dream. You know what? I reckon our actual tea was wonderful—we would’ve had a sponge cake with fresh cream, and some bright juicy fruit and your favourite kind of sandwiches, and I definitely would’ve pulled out my best tea for you (it’s from Paris!!!). And my best tea cups (I have a couple of special sailor moon themed ones that we can twin with, or you can pick from my others that live on my shelf!!).

I wish I had a little ivy covered home to invite you to. 🥺 You deserve all the occasions to dressup; the montages, the fuss. 🌷💗🌿🍵 You are wonderful, and I hope your dreams and your weeks ahead continue to reflect that. 💕💗💖

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I have thought so long and so hard and come up with so little except - I’m still thinking about that picture from twitter of sero with the sunflowers!! can he have something happy and sweet maybe? 🥺

sero with sunflowers. 🥺 yes, yes he can have something happy and sweet. 🥺🥺 maybe an alternative ending to The Widening Sky? let’s GOOO BEEP BEEP.

Sero has a cake for you.

You look at him curiously as he just grins at you, holding out the box. It’s a little squished, and the frosting is already starting to slide — a hazard of both the heat of the day and being transported in a backpack, up through the island jungle.

“I know it’s not our anniversary,” You say, dryly; the pair of you are sitting in the shady heart of the shrine foundations — long abandoned, long empty. It’s become your spot, in the three and a half years since you’ve moved here, permanently; the lookout he brings you to, where you can look out over the ocean, the smell of the yuzu sweet against the brine.

It’s still beautiful; the endless, rolling stretch of dark blue. You can look at it without it hurting, your feet firmly amid the grass and the warmth of the island you love so much.

Sero shrugs. His shirt is patterned with sunflowers, today, a thin cotton that you can feel the beat of his heart through, when you palm your hand over his chest. “Do we need an excuse for cake?” He asks, a little too innocently. The sunlight is dappling over you both and you hum, reaching out to scoop at a icing rose — it’s soft and sweet and when he passes the box to you to hold, you take it without much thought, more interested in gently swiping the icing than you are in your boyfriend rummaging around his bag.

He shifts, moving so that he’s in front of you. You look up as he kneels wondering why — but then he’s holding out a sea-green velvet box, tiny as it is, held in his long fingers and he’s looking up at you so expectantly that your heart flips, cartwheeling.

“Sero — ” You start, but he’s huffing, nervously — a laugh as he clears his throat.

“Wait,” He says, “Let me say this first, or I’m gonna back out — ”

You fall silent and beyond you both, in the distance, the ocean rolls on.

He breathes in. And then he’s opening the box and there it is — a tiny, beautiful little ring, set with a little diamond that glimmers in the daylight; some tiny pearls. You stare at it, your blood rushing to your ears and making you feel like you’re holding a seashell to them, listening to the waves.

“Everyday I thank whatever karma I have that you came here,” He says, trying to keep his voice steady, and failing. “I know — I know it wasn’t easy, in the early days, when you lost your grandmother but — ” His mouth flattens. “I would’ve waited for you forever. I would’ve been there for you, forever, in whatever way you needed me, because all I wanted was for you to be — to be happy. And…” He breathes out again, and you can’t feel your fingertips, numb. “You make me happy. Every day. You, the romance novels that keep piling up by the bed — the way you excavate your ice-cream, everything. I want to be around you forever. I want to build a fort out of your books and I want us to laugh at each other’s stupid shit and — everything in life that I want to do, I want to do it with you.”

You stare at him, unable to compute what he’s saying and when you don’t move Sero says your name, softly. Just your name, in the gentle tone he takes when it’s just the two of you, when he’s unsure — when he says he loves you like he’s afraid you’ll break his heart.

Run towards the life you want, your Grandmother had told you, before you lost her. When everything seemed bleak and there had been no magic in the world — when you thought you would never be able to hold magic in your life, ever again.

Sero brought it back for you; the sunshine. The warmth. The magic.

You part your lips, knowing what your answer was always going to be.

“Yes,” You say, your heart hammering within your chest. It’s a beautiful day and you are dappled in sunlight and beyond you both, the ocean rolls on. “Sero — yes.”

His answering grin is brilliant.

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one day i’ll make one that doesn’t depict me as absolutely deranged. 😔🔫

@ongreenergrasses tagged me to do this picrew !!! it was so much fun and you can tell I’m already emotionally in winter. because the sweater. wish this was me

@unintentionalgenius @ofmermaidstories @cat-slippered @bobawithpomegranate if you want to play?? 🥺💜

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ragey??????? RAGEY?????????? noooooo why was this SO GOOOD. 😭 this was way cuter than what i was thinking wtf 😭😭 i love it and i love them and i want them to be happy (with good groceries) forever!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 😭

also:

your tags are too cute ragey, im paging @andypantsx3 SOS HELP PLEASE LOOK AT THIS ITS SO LOVELY AND RAGEY IS SO LOVELY 😭💕🌷🌈✨

i accidentally gave myself inspo and now i wanna write a personal shopper x pro hero AU i—