#saint-vulgaris

[nerves-nebula]

what if there are little drawings of Groe and heather plants all over Maurenos temple. he's such a sap he'd absolutely leave little hints about his dead lover all over his shit. it's so embarrassing now that Groe is alive again cuz even if it wasn't super obvious, literally everyone can kinda tell something happened.

like gee isn't it weird that the badger saints temple has all these beautifully rendered carvings of heather (calluna vulgaris) plants? and then this weird guy showed up and his last name is one letter off for the scientific name of this plant??? that's weird. anyway.

i mostly portray this scenario from Groe's perspective but Maureno has sunk multiple life times into honoring Groe's memory and it's SOOO EMBARRASSING now that he's alive

like yea.. here's the stupid gay shrine i made about you... yeah... everyone associates your plant with me forever cuz i insisted it was sacred to me. sorry. like how do you recover from that.

[salixsociety]

Botanical Folklore and the Divine

On using herbs in your relationship with the divine. Inspired by @adhdcatholicheretic's post about Marian Gardens.

As anyone who's ever had to listen to me talk for more than five minutes will gladly tell you, I am very passionate about folklore, and I think it is something that us contemporary practitioners of magic tend to ignore. Most of us using herbs find ourselves stuck repeating the same patterns of practical herbal magic: teas, poultices, soaps, tinctures. Maybe the occasional loose leaf smoke cleanse instead of some incense. But rarely do I see people use herbs in their encounters and connections to the Gods, and that's what I'd like to write about today; because it's easier than you think.

The Lore

Folklore regarding plants is rife with stories about divinity and its associates. Back when we needed stories not only to remember what plants looked like, but also to explain why they looked the way they did. If you look deep enough, almost any plant in your surroundings is bound to have some stories, a creation myth, an explanation for some peculiarity. Take Lady's Mantle, alchemilla vulgaris, native to Northern Europe, Iceland and Greenland. The large foliage of this herb have an interesting structure and soft texture, and tend to capture dewdrops around their edges and in their middle, which speak to our imagination to this day. The story goes that the old Teutonic peoples thought it to be the tears of either Frigga or Freyja, who were later syncretized into the Virgin Mary. Nowadays the name Lady's Mantle is in reference to the shape of the leaves and how they may resemble Mary's cape, which in turn is subject to much more folklore, as of Rosemary it is said the bright azure flowers got their color from the Virgin throwing her cape over one such bush to let it dry. The saints also get their share of lore, some more explicitly than others. Some got their lore because of pagan rites being Christianised, such as St. John's Wort (hypericum perforatum), which was usually gathered on midsummer's eve or day for its magical properties. That day was later Christianised into St. John's feast day, and the plant turned into a prominent folk-magical plant to ask for St. John's intercession. Others got their lore from their appearance, such as pansies, with their three petals, and then there are of course those with Biblical appearances such as palm and hyssop. But fear not, all my friends worshipping the infernal: Christian folklore regarding plants doesn't end at the Virgin or the Saints. Devil's Bit (succisa pratensis) is one of my favorite examples. A dainty, delicate flower with strong curative properties. What does the Devil have to do with it, then? Well, in his anger at how good it was at curing various ailments, supposedly he rose up from his seat in Hell and bit off the rootstock of every single one. And indeed, if you dig one up, you'll see how strange the root looks, almost as if it's not complete.

The wealth of folklore goes on and on and on. Not just covering Christian divinity: despite my failure to cover it, the lore regarding the pagan gods and their spirits is very much there! Look deep into the Christian lore, oftentimes it had to come from an already extant pagan story. But instead of droning on about examples, I'd like to tell you how to find your own and then apply them in your magical practice.

The Research

I highly recommend researching plant folklore, as its applications go far beyond this little snippet. But it can be overwhelming, so allow me to try and grant you a place to start.

Your first considerations should definitely be your location and your practice, and how they balance each other out. If you are a Danish folk practitioner but you live in the tropics, consider whether you value sticking to traditional plants or using what's outside your door, more. The question for you, reader, is: do you want to use what's traditional, or what's available? Work from there. Make a list. If you want to use what is traditional, make a list of some of your favorites (including herbs you already have!) and the ones you could easily get. Research those first. If you want to use what's available to you in your environment, make a list of plants you already like to use or know a bit about, or if you're a bare bones beginner, plants that stand out to you. See also my post about connecting with the plants in your environment.

The best places to start research are definitely peer-reviewed and academic sources, not something like Wiccapedia. Folklore has logic, and structure, and anthropologists, ethnobotanists and folklorists are by far the best at conveying it. Often Wikipedia will have some tidbits to jump off of, but if not, look regionally. Archives, books about certain regions or countries, museums, universities tend to have the best sources. See the end of this post for some source recommendations.

The Application

So how does one actually go about applying all this? That, of course, depends on your practice. But the idea is to use this lore, and the connection it gives you to your divine, their behavior, their motivations, their stories, etc, to bring you closer to your magic and your faith. Some ideas:

Plant a devotional garden, big or small, with plants that feature your divine in their lore, perhaps in combination with plants that remind you of them.

Burn or make incense with the plants and use it for rituals, during prayer, to invoke them, etc.

Offer the plants (ethically sourced) to your divine.

Use the plants for something practical (make food with berries, fiber with flax, syrup with flowers) and offer your labor or part/all of the finished product to your divine.

Make art with the plants of your divine (weave something, make dye/paint out of them).

Put in conservation efforts or donate to those making the conservation efforts to preserve the plants, if they are endangered or about to be.

If it is a tree or several trees, find a stand of them (or just a single one that you like) near you, and use it as a place of worship or make a shrine there.

But it could be even as simple as thinking of your gods when you see the plants in question. Ultimately, that is where the lore came from, and that is what the lore is for. Knowing the stories, and feeling what they mean to you, is an important way to connect with your Gods.

Just a Few Source Recs

Note: my practice revolves around Alaska and Europe, so that's what my sources reflect. But my ask box is always open for resource requests, and I may do a little looking around for you!

Compendium of Ritual and Symbolic Plants in Europe - M. Cleene and M. Lejeune (available on Archive.org)

Native American Ethnobotany Database

Forestry Service/U.S. Dept. of Agriculture

The Medieval Garden Enclosed

Masterlist of Ethnobotany/folklore/etc sources coming soon.

[dogmetaph0r]

Canis Vulgaris: A "Sic 'Em" Playlist

"Of course you must learn to love, to love always and love entirely and to be wounded by nothing so much as the violence of your own love."

- Andrew Kane, How To Be A Dog

A/N: Tadaaa! This is going to be somewhat of an ongoing project as Sic 'Em evolves and as I find more music (one of the benefits of a music-friendly workplace is that spotify is always giving me new material lollll). I've categorized each song by what it mainly connects to and tried to organize them in a roughly chronological order to show how everything has developed over time.

Song list below:

Characters

Florence-Maria Lee

Sisters - Saint Motel

My Kind Of Woman - Mac DeMarco

$20 - Boygenius

Ophelia - The Lumineers

This Woman’s Work - Lady Maisery

Brown Eyed Girl - Van Morrison

Gap In The Clouds - Yellow Days

Baby I’m Yours - Cass Elliot

Never Grow Up - Taylor Swift

Samuel Lovell

Youth - Daughter

Blackbird - The Beatles

Saint Bernard - Lincoln

Northern Attitude - Noah Kahan

Gale Song - The Lumineers

West Coast - Lana Del Rey

It’s Called: Freefall - Rainbow Kitten Surprise

Army Dreamers - Kate Bush

Relationships

Sam Lovell x Florence-Maria Lee

Lay Me Down (cover) - Hozier

Bruno Is Orange - Hop Along

The Night We Met - Lord Huron

Work Song - Hozier

See You Again (alt. intro) - Tyler the Creator

A Pearl - Mitski

Anything - Adrianne Lenker

Chemtrails Over The Country Club - Lana Del Rey

Vampire Empire - Big Thief

Silver Springs - Fleetwood Mac

I Bet On Losing Dogs - Mitski

All The Burning Lovers - Isaac Gracie

Samson - Regina Spektor

In The Kitchen - Renée Rapp

A House In Nebraska - Ethel Cain

Lay Me Down - Sam Smith

Sam Lovell x Thomas Shelby

Satanist - Boygenius

It's Only Sex - Car Seat Headrest

One Of Your Girls - Troye Sivan

Caroline, Please Kill Me - Coma Cinema

Fido, Your Leash Is Too Long (cover) - Light Sleeper

Jealous - Labrinth

To Someone From A Warm Climate - Hozier

Papa Was A Rodeo - The Magnetic Fields

Sober To Death - Car Seat Headrest

Love Is Like A Bottle Of Gin - The Magnetic Fields

Moon Song - Phoebe Bridgers

Doomsday - Lizzie McAlpine

Me and the Devil - Soap&Skin

I’m Your Man - Mitski

Burning Hill - Mitski

Midnight Doomer Cruise - Any Two Words

I Will - Mitski

Story

Chapter 1: Fetch

De Selby (Part 1) - Hozier

Chapter 2: Speak

De Selby (Part 2) - Hozier

The Distance - Cake

D is for Dangerous - Arctic Monkeys

[l-u-c-i-i-e]

Dear psychiatric suitcase, I do not write. So I choke. I write here. SO ?

Today Wednesday, Sebillot, well of folklore taught me the bewitching Mermaid who drowned unfortunate men in the waters of /my/ River. This river already! - Serpent with its Diadem which they tried to steal day after night in vain.

I continue my way to the Little Neighbors...

Here is the water. Here is the source. Here is living water. True speaking is like a eulogy to Silence. I rediscover and merge and drown myself with joy from all known mystics, I drink from your Source oh Light and you are deeper than an abyss."The chasm is always thirsty."(no one gets the reference right?)

Lots of plant blessings lately. Artemisia vulgaris and blood.

Force of the Spirit in the sole of my shoes...Strength. The Spirit is always holy, I don't understand why we bother.

The incense begins to make progress... I wonder if I am waiting for the solstice to have it blessed or if I am offering it at this time. But I imagine that if the question arises, it is because it does not arise.

Dear Psychiatric Suitcase, I resumed meditation. Like the private detective in the thrillers I read last month. I count. In the end, I try to practice tonglen, a mixture of evangelical Buddhism, so to speak.

I reread for the 10th time John who pierces with beauty. Thomas too, stiff and dry as a sickle but who describes the Fire so well.

French below

Chère Valise psychiatrique,Je n'écris pas. Alors j'étouffe. J'écris ici. Donc ?Aujourd'hui mercredi, Sebillot, puits de folklore m'a appris la Sirène envoûtante qui noyait les hommes malencontreux dans les eaux de /ma/ Rivière.Cette rivière déjà !- Serpent au Diadème qu'ils essayaient de voler vainement jour après nuits.Je continue mon chemin vers les Petits Voisins... Voici l'eau. Voici la source. Voici l'eau vive. Le parler-vrai est comme une éloge du Silence. Je retrouve et me confonds et me noie avec joie de toutes les mystiques connues, je bois à ta Source oh Lumière et tu es plus profonde qu'un abîme. "Le gouffre a toujours soif." (personne ne saisit la référence n'est-ce pas ?) Ces derniers temps, beaucoup de bénédictions de plante. Artemisia Vulgaris et le sang. Force de l'Esprit dans la semelle de mes chaussures... Force. L'Esprit est toujours saint, je ne comprends pas pourquoi on se prend la tête. L'encens commence à faire des progrès... Je me demande si j'attends le solstice pour le faire bénir ou bien si je l'offre a ce moment. Mais j'imagine que si la question se pose c'est qu'elle ne se pose pas. Chère Valise Psychiatrique, J'ai repris la méditation. A la manière du détective privé des polars que je lisais le mois dernier. Je compte. À la fin, j'essaie de pratiquer le tonglen, un mélange de bouddhisme évangélique, si on peut dire. Je relis pour la 10ème fois Jean qui transperce de beauté. Thomas aussi, raide et sec comme une serpe mais qui décrit si bien le feu.

[welldonekhushi]

Kiril: Sir, the 141 has a new ally. His name is Arjun.

Makarov: Great. I really don't care.

Kiril: His specialty is hunting terrorists.

Makarov:

Poor Makarov, he has a new threat onboard that is definately going to be the death of him 🤣

[mikk1n]

Required by law to say makayuri for the game KDNFJEJRJ

AY LET'S GO (@jascnbrody tagging u since I'm combining these)

BARKING GROWLING SNARLING FROTHING AT THE MOUTH....... THE AMOUNT OF TIME I SPEND ROTATING THESE FUCKERS IS INSANE. I'M SICK.

They are just so interesting to me...in canonverse they're Deliciously fucked up and I love exploring different ways they can be fucked up in my little AUs, but I also like to indulge in AUs where Makarov is, like, a decent person and he and Yuri get to be happy and gay together. They're husbands they're exes they're sworn enemies they're lovers they hate each other they can't live without each other screaming moaning throwing up. And so forth.

Did the shippers are ill thing again because that's me I'm shippers there's smth clinically wrong with my brain

[angelsarewatching]

I KEEP FORGETTING TO ASK THIS BUT

I would LOVE to know more about Mirasol 👁👁 free pass to ramble about him!!!!

MIRASOL CORAZÓN!!! His name means "Sunflower", and a few of his nicknames are "Mirabel" (also sunflower) and "Mariposa" (Butterfly). Corazón means Heart. My inspiration for him were summer nostalgia playlists and the main character in an early 2000s coming of age movie. The overall vibe of him is a very happy, bright sunshine cinnamon roll. Think VHS players, baggy jeans, skateboards, amusement parks, sunflower fields, flip phones, vinyl discs, record players, camcorders, cassette tapes, all that jazz.

Playlists: 1, 2, 3, 4

His hobbies include gardening, flower arranging, his husband 😏, and cooking. He's an astonishing chef. He's just an amazing cook. The best at it. The very very best. His husband is the one who handles the meat and he's the one who chops vegetables at lightning speeds. He was an apprentice for a retired, highly decorated Michelin-star chef who was eager to pass on her knowledge to her excitable protégee. She ran a reservation-only restaurant all by herself in an unassuming shipment container-turned-house, with no menu and only one staff, which was Mirasol, who she had hired to wash the dishes. Ended up practically half-adopting the kid.

(It's really a big gay coincidence that Mirasol was a chef's apprentice and then his future husband, Simon, worked as an apprentice in a gourmet butcher shop that specialized in Kosher meat where he learned how to perform Shechitah, underneath a Shochet and there he was taught the Simla Hadasha.)

He was born in Puerto Rico, and was raised by a single mother and was born from a one-night stand by an American expat. He has reddish-gold locks of hair that fall over his face like beach waves, which seem to glow brighter underneath the sun. He has freckled cheeks and a buttery, sarcoline like tan, dimples, and soft seafoam green eyes. He grew up with a mom who was an avid unemployed gardener and spent most of his days helping around the village, being the local flamboyant cheery tour guide because of his fluency in English, and not getting the compulsory education required for children who live in Puerto Rico because he was an unregistered child. Even though he didn't get a proper education, he was decent at math and picked up on languages quickly. He'd run around doing errands in the village, deliver water to Tio Berto, and play with the other kids when they finished their classes, skip stones and play gallito with them at the river near the sugar cane plantations.

Now here's where it gets interesting. At the age of 17, he's offered the job of working as a linguist to decrypt and analyze enemy intel, and the handsome salary that they offered was more than enough to make him join. It was a work-from-home kind of job.

He was proficient in hand to hand combat and was a good marksman, but he later says that it's just because (the shooting range) is different from a real life situation. He doesn't do well in high-risk high-reward situations and easily gets stressed out, and he isn't the most book-smart out of his other colleagues. He says he's pretty average at everything, but he's the deadliest out of anyone in the Coalition in CQC. (He's on par with Krueger.) But during drills where he's one upped against another combatant, he's quite lazy and feigns ignorance when his superior snaps at him for not doing his all during those kinds of exercises.

There's an unspoken kind of restriction that he sets himself to whenever he fights someone in a friendly spar, but when he's really angry or ticked off and he's up against someone he doesn't like, he won't hold back.

His favorite weapons are knives. Kitchen knives, knives, the karambit, the vintage letter opener his husband got him for their first date anniversary, and his butterfly knives which are illegal in the United Kingdom but he has it anyways. He loves sharpening knives, cleaning them, polishing them to a perfect finish, dusting them, framing them, collecting them, purchasing them...he has many antique knives, that's for sure. But he's a very private person when it comes to his fervent passion for knives. He's embarrassed about it. He only carries one folding knife with him in his pocket most of the time, and it's to cut off weeds and generally used for the purposes of planting. His favorite blade to stab someone with is a Jagdkommando one, which is severely banned but has one anyways--because these make triangular shaped wounds that don't heal properly, and if you don't die from blood loss, you'll die of an infection.

[skylovesducks]

Sasha is Makarov's and Yuri's daughter, but I'm kind of curious to know what her interaction with Sky would be like if they ever met 👀💕

(BTW, you have such a cute art style!!! 🥰❤❤)

Suspicious! (・_・)ノ

She would watch Sasha! What is she doing? Where is she? What is she eating? How does she sleep? Hahaha xD

But as sky is, she would not immediately foredoom Sasha because she is Makarov's daughter. Sky would want to get to know her. (⌒▽⌒)♡

[bxrbwire-bxby]

Hi!! I know this is out of the blue, but your AU The Edge of Night looks really cool, so I wanted to send some questions 👀

How did you come up with the AU? Any main inspirations?

I'd love to know more about Celeste! What are some fun facts about her, and does she have a faceclaim?

If you had to give the AU a theme song, what would it be?

Oh my gosh out of the blue or not, I’m always ready to talk about my AU! And thank you very much!!! I really appreciate that!!!

As for how I came up with TEON, it lowkey just kinda happened, I’m not gonna lie. I saw Brother Nero from some clip online and my brain went “Hey, he looks kinda creepy, I love him.” And that was sort of how it started sldkjf on top of the fact I love anything paranormal was a big, big inspiration too. Also on the basis of the idea of Celeste getting transported to another world in her sleep: I had a dream a really long time ago but it always stuck with me! I was thrown into another world that was pretty dark and I didn’t have very many allies except for one person. So, that’s where a big part of the AU plot came from. 2. Poor Celeste, she really does not have a good time for a little while in this au. But as for fun facts: she loves swimming! She could have gotten a scholarship to university if she actually wanted to go, but Celeste really didn’t want to. Also, she collects rocks from whatever place she visits for the first time but it’s gotta be a nice rock. Not one of those little gravel pebbles, those won’t do for her collection. As for a faceclaim… no she doesn’t have one sdlfj I’m awful about finding faceclaims for my OC’s. 3. Ohhhh as for a song… as a general spooky vibe it would probably have to be The Fog Rolls In from John Carpenter’s The Fog. But overall, (partially because it’s one of my favorite songs) it would have to be Heard Somebody Cry by Oingo Boingo, but mostly for the fact that the chorus of the song fits in really well.

Again, thank you very much for asking, I really appreciate it!

[redadm1ral-moved]

Sorry this is out of nowhere but I'm curious about Yuri and Incubus!Makarov's relationship 👀

:3c

It starts off very tense. Yuri uses the command word he got from Viktor Zakhaev on incubus!Makarov thinking that it'll just get him to leave him alone, but he doesn't realize that he's essentially shackled Makarov to him as a servant. Understandably, Makarov is pissed, even more so when he realizes Yuri doesn't realize how much power he really has over him. He was outplayed by a human who doesn't even understand what he's done. At first, Makarov does everything in his power to make Yuri's life miserable out of spite, and Yuri just...does his best to deal with it. He's between jobs, his saving account is dwindling, and that compounded with the stress of having a demon servant against both of their wills makes him want to just curl up in bed for a solid week. And unfortunately, since Viktor's papa (who's far more experienced and will likely be able to help them) won't be back from Russia for another two weeks, Yuri and Makarov are stuck with each other.

They warm up to each other, though! Makarov slowly realizes that Yuri really doesn't mean him any harm, and doesn't want to abuse the power he has over him; when Yuri realizes that he can command Makarov to do anything with just a few words, he goes out of his way to phrase his requests as polite suggestions (i.e. "grab me a cup of water, please" versus "could you please grab me a cup of water," if he's really tired and doesn't want to get it himself) so that Makarov still has a choice in whether or not he wants to do things. He doesn't want to use Makarov's powers to his advantage, even if it makes his life easier, both because it feels wrong to do so and because, again, he doesn't want to abuse his power over Makarov. The thought of forcing Makarov to do anything he doesn't want to do, even something as simple as a small favor, horrifies him.

Yuri also makes it very clear he doesn't want to put up with Makarov's bullshit, and actually, like...encourages him to behave like a normal person and not a perpetual toddler. He shows Makarov how fun and satisfying it is just to do things and work for them without conjuring everything he wants with magic, which in turn reduces how much human life force Makarov needs to sustain himself. Makarov gets hobbies! He learns to do makeup without just magicking it on his face, because it's fun and he likes the sensation of the brushes and different compounds on his skin. And because Yuri is patient with him and goes out of his way not to utilize the power he actually has over Makarov, Makarov's hackles lower a bit and he finds that he's actually a little endeared by Yuri, even if he is a weak little human. And it takes him by surprise that Yuri doesn't actually want to use Makarov's powers for anything; he's been put under human control before, but this is the first time in his long, long life that a human accidentally put him under their control and, rather than just marvel at their luck and use him as a servant, they actually apologize and try everything in their power to free him.

And over time they get close! Makarov starts trusting Yuri and actually caring about his wellbeing! He helps around Yuri's living space where he can, just to make Yuri's life a little easier! He shows little displays of trust and affection! And Yuri finds himself sad at the idea that once he frees Makarov, Makarov is probably going to fuck off forever, but he does it anyway because he's a good fucking person and doesn't want to keep Makarov shackled to him out of selfishness!

Their dynamic goes from "two guys who hate each other handcuffed together" to "quiet, sweet guy who's very shy and private and his chaotic slut boyfriend who flirts constantly and may or may not commit tax fraud" and I love them. I love them so much.

[jascnbrody]

Sorry for rb'ing that post, I didn't know how they worked–

its okay its not that big of a deal rly just personally i didnt like it

[gone-du-chateau-des-allues]

tartatre betterave tomate carvi, buratta,basilic.

[the-sweet-life-ja]

Holland Bamboo Grove (Saint Elizabeth, Jamaica)

Holland Bamboo (also known as Bamboo Avenue) is a heritage site and one of Jamaica’s tourist attractions, which is said to be the most photographed place in the island. It was planted by the owners of Holland Estate and dates back to the mid-1700s.

The purpose of the grove was to provide shade for plantation slaves and owners of the estate en route to the town of Lacovia, which alternated with Black River as the capital of St. Elizabeth during the 18th century. The grove was part of the sugar estate that was owned by John Gladstone (1764 – 1851), merchant, politician and father of William Gladstone (1809 – 1898), a British Prime Minister. Today, the avenue is protected under the Public Gardens Regulation Act and managed by the Public Gardens Division of the Ministry of Agriculture and Fisheries.

[baeddel]

Strictly speaking music didn't exist in the Middle Ages. People did "musical" activities like singing, playing and dancing but had very specific words for them depending on who was doing it and how and why it was done. The "Musica" of the scholars was an art comparable to Geometry. There was no "music" in itself, it was always bound up in rituals and social settings; martial, ecclesial, courtly, festive etc. An instrument or a melody could belong to a specific place, festival, or social group. Relations were played out ritually by sound. The music of a specific profession might be played in church on a festive day. The trumpets of the nobles would ritually silence other sounds and the work songs or festive music of different groups could intertwine for common tasks. The voices of polyphonic medieval music were not striving to the common task of resolving in a chord. There was no foreground and background of "melody" and "accompaniment", instead they would all coexist harmoniously but to their own means. Often different types of songs would be combined and sung all at once; one voice could be from liturgy, one a secular love song and the third a political satire. Music as an abstraction is a very modern phenomena and lexicons usually give a circular definition of "music". People of the Middle Ages did not engage in music for abstract aesthetic pleasure but for specific tasks (which could of course also be therapeutic). There were no general "musicians" in the modern sense and there was no clear cut line between instrumental musicians and jesters. City pipers could have other, often administrative tasks and troubadours were bound up in intricate courtly rituals. Neither did any musical "compositions" exist as immaterial objects. If music was sometimes written down, the score would not be seen as a finished product but as a practical tool used for a specific performance. Compositions did not become commodities and music was not copyrighted until 750 years after the Western system of notation was invented. Obviously "songs" in the Middle Ages were not organized as 3–7 minute long units arranged with intros and breaks to captivate the attention span of an individual listener. Neither were there any clear distinctions between audience and performer, or even any "stage" or equivalent place in the room from which the music would emanate, possible to capture in two channel stereo. Quite the opposite: church music, for example, would often come from all around, with singers and instrumentalists placed around the room as well as in the upper galleries.

liner notes to In the Ruins of Saint Lars by Vox Vulgaris

[sleepyconfusedpotato]

D4 with Makarov, and H9 with my OC Sasha if that's okay? A picture of her below hehe

for @saint-vulgaris - Makarov with D4 and OC Sasha with H9! (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ

SHHEEEEEEEEEEESH what have I made! Looks cool tho 😳

Thank you for requesting! (´,,•ω•,,)♡

Realistic blood under the cut 👇

[welldonekhushi]

Also, sending a cute ask to help cheer you up!!

What was Scarlet's first date with Soap like? :3

OOP UHMMM,, first of all, sorry for the late response! And second, prepare yourselves cause now you're going through a fluffy and emotional ride! 🥺

Well, their first date was mostly kind of a surprise. Soap did hint Scarlet about going somewhere "special", but didn't give her the context, much to her confusion. Though she sure was eager to know what he was originally planning, so she tried spying on him but always came out unsuccessful. Soap was one tricky bastard, for sure.

She then tried to ask others if Soap had talked about anything for the surprise, and many don't even know that Soap was planning one in the first place. It made her search harder, and thought of just letting things go as it should.

The day came and Soap asked her to wear a gown. Like, a fancy looking one. She couldn't raise her suspicion anymore because she already gave up finding out what his intentions were, but she didn't have one. This cracked another idea inside Soap's mind and thought if she can do shopping with her. She accepts and goes to look for a beautiful dress to wear, with Soap helping which one will make her look prettier than ever. She brought a violet-colored backless gown on her way back, but she was quite insecure about showing her whole back while wearing it on the way out. But Soap was one of a gentleman, who consoled her she should be confident of what she wears, and would look prettier in it. Scarlet couldn't take his words back, for knowing how sweet he was!

When she puts on the dress, Soap comes out with his three-piece suit, looking handsome and dashing as ever. She did blush on his appearance, so did he. She thought they were going to a party or function, but when they travelled to a secluded place, it was bringing all her doubts to ease. It was beautiful, with the candle-lights, rose petals, and red wine with glasses.. she was amazed. Her eyes were full of doubt, but surprise, and Soap knew that very well.

They had a talk about how they used to play with each other when they were kids, and might have got separated, but they could never forget the memories made. He also talks about how glad he was when he met her in the first place, and had no idea they were going to reunite with each other soon. But, now Soap wishes if.. Scarlet promises to never leave his side. She willfully agrees, knowing he too changed her life. The dots were connecting as soon Soap slipped out a small, velvet box and opened it, that her eyebrows furrowed and eyes sting because of the forming tears. It was a ring. Soap smiled at her and asked..

"Would you be mine forever, lass?"

Scarlet couldn't stop with her tears, realising her best friend was actually in love with her. The tears fell down her face, not caring she had makeup on. Letting out a grin, she happily nodded. "I would love to."

They two get up, and hug each other, with many unspoken feelings. From childhood best friends, to true lovers, it was probably the best day for Scarlet in her whole life. While she sobbed on his jacket, Soap groaned and teased her. "Stop, you'll look ugly then and I'll laugh."

Scarlet chuckled and slapped his arm, as Soap then pulled her into a gentle kiss, as he slid the ring onto her finger. His hands caressed her face, and they two pulled back, looking at each other's eyes.

".. I love you, Scarly." Soap whispered, and Scarlet laid her head over his chest, smiling.

"I love you too, Johnny." She replies, spending the rest of the night by dancing together and enjoying the moment in their life.

YOU WON'T BELIEVE THE FLUFFY BUTTERFLIES WERE FLYING IN MY ABDOMEN, BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED IT! 🫣💕