#striped dahlia

[xlntwtch2]

(c) photos by @xlntwtch2 .... late june 2024

"someone across there put out new dahlias, she said..."

(c) photo @xlntwtch2 ... june flowers

"...and there was a kind never seen here before"

[byjove]

as you can see, Miss Philomena is a ghost stripe tabby. she is also side-eyeing the fuck out of the camera.

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[halfelf]

are you guys fucking seeing this right now THIS IS A BABY BOY!!!!!!!

[chic-a-gigot]

L'Art et la mode, no. 41, vol. 15, 13 octobre 1894, Paris. Grand Prix d'Automne. Marie de Solar. Bibliothèque nationale de France

Costume porté par Mlle R. de P. Corsage et jupe en drap dahlia, garni d'astrakan mort-né. Ceinture de velours dahlia. Grand chapeau de feutre dahlia garni de plumes noires.

Costume worn by Miss R. de P. Bodice and skirt in dahlia cloth, trimmed with astrakhan. Belt in dahlia velvet. Large hat in dahlia felt trimmed with black feathers.

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Toilette portée par Mlle Darlaud du Gymnase. Corsage en velours plissé, garni devant d'une étole de zibeline. Pointes de zibeline, garnissant la jupe en velours épinglé, ainsi que les manches. Toquet drapé en velours.

Ensemble worn by Miss Darlaud du Gymnase. Pleated velvet bodice, trimmed in front with a sable stole. Points of sable, trimming the pinned velvet skirt, as well as the sleeves. Draped velvet cap.

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Toilette portée par Miss Sydley. Blouse de drap vert, garni d'un grand col carré en zibeline. Tour de cou et ceinture écossaise.

Ensemble worn by Miss Sydley. Blouse of green cloth, trimmed with a large square sable collar. Plaid choker and belt.

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Toilette portée par Mlle Suzanne D., du Français. Corsage et jupe en velours et drap écossais, les rayures en velours, le fond de l'étoffe en drap. Garniture de zibeline.

Toilette worn by Miss Suzanne D., from the French. Bodice and skirt in velvet and tartan cloth, the stripes in velvet, the background of the fabric in cloth. Trimmed with sable.

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Toilette portée par Mlle Yves R. Corsage et jupe de velours argenté. Entre-deux de grosse guipure liserés de zibeline.

Dress worn by Miss Yves R. Bodice and skirt of silver velvet. Insert of large guipure with sable edging.

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Toilette portée par Mlle Suzanne O. Boléro de zibeline, manches de velours prélat. Robe en crépon de laine, vagué de velours. Bas de jupe en velours et zibeline. Grand chapeau noir.

Ensemble worn by Miss Suzanne O. Bolero of sable, sleeves of prelate velvet. Dress in wool crepon, waved velvet. Bottom of skirt in velvet and sable. Large black hat.

[vexxandra]

mini pac : stardust

we're all made of stars, but how do you shine? (your best qualities, and how they appear in the world) 3-28-24

PILE ONE ; " like the afterglow of rain " ...

your shine is like that of a child finding their first four leaf clover. the euphoria of finding a diamond in the rough, the feeling of finding light in darkness. you are hope. you are the orange remnants of dusk, painted across the sky, the freckles on someone's skin- perfection amongst beauty. but what makes you shine the most is that you are unaware of this. you don't see your own shine, can't see how bright you burn. you are just like that one direction song; what makes you beautiful. you may envy people for their effortlessness and grace, but let me tell you a secret; you are just the same.

extra: the cool colors, color schemes like the photo above, led lights, neon lights, bars, little black dresses, musical career, forests, cars, synth pop, long sweaters, nighttime. polytheism.

PILE TWO ; " like the call of home " ...

your shine is like the warm hug of the person you love most, tenfold. like the nostalgia in reaching out and making peace with your past, laying in a field of sunflowers thinking of the future. you are the daisies during sunrise, you are bouquets of roses. you are just like flowers in bloom; universally loved. unlike pile one, you know you shine, and you bask in it. but not egoically, no, comfortably. you know your worth and so do the people that love you. sometimes you may feel alone, but let me tell you a secret; you will never be.

extra: hamilton (ontario), tall houses, mundanity, bubble 2022, open roof cars, white dresses, sandals, countryside imagery, text messages, leaving someone on delivered, sunset.

PILE THREE ; " like a rose despite it's thorns " ...

you shine like cat eyes in the night, brilliant and gleaming. like a snake coiled to attack, dangerous like mesmerizing. like a dahlia in full splendor, or the sparkles of glitter and gold. you are the crack of a crystal within a geode, and the flare of a lens. your shine is more like a sparkle, bright, bold and untamable. your spark is like a lion, and shines a golden glow. eyes beautiful and bright that stand out in an ocean of dullness. you stand out. sometimes you try to hide your claws in order to conform to the norm, but let me tell you a secret; you are more beautiful unconcealed.

extra: dashboard, striped sweaters, long nails, shoulder-length hair, october, 2026, driving fast, platform sneakers, enid (wednesday), chicago illinois, tanned skin, pregnancy (doesn't have to be you).

[raincandyart]

I cant stop thinking about them meeting for the first time.

[ID: Saturated art of Dahlia Hawthorne and Iris, but around the age of fourteen. Dahlia has black short hair with a fringe, a dyed piece of red hair. She wears a pink striped turtleneck and denim shorts. She smiles, looking over her shoulder and says, "I have two sides.... The nicest girl you'll ever meet [cat laughing emoji]... And twisted fucking cycle path [angry devil emoji]...". Iris is drawn similar to her older design, but has shorter hair. She looks at Dahlia with wide eyes while sweating, a hand raised to her mouth. She's thinking of a closeup terrifying fish face. /end ID]

[jestersdlc]

Ramble on Pink and eir little ways of showing affections with others!! And lil Snippet for Atropa then Wildcard as well :3

under a cut cause LONG

Pink

Pink doesn't tend to reach out or initiate physical affection with Dahlia or Splendorpoet despite being rather close to them, Pink's generally held them both at arms length over the past century out of fear of harming them. That doesn't mean Pink's OPPOSED to sharing affection with them of course.

But ey won't generally ask, just quietly keep eir distance and accept anything either initiates with em most of the time.....or the very rare bouts of panic that ey WILL automatically reach for either if somethings happened to them and ey don't have the mindset to hold emselves back

Always careful, always rare, fear of harm to those ey've known longest and who've seen thro em

But, on rare occasions outside of stress, ey have headbutted Spendypoets shoulder, never explained it tho, just left it (never Dahlia, NEVER. not when that would put teeth near it, never.)

Pink has never initiated any physical contact with Flirtatious. Instead ey rather do tasks that may be helpful to avoid harm to its eyes. Ey're aware of how unpleasant injury to them can be, ey'd rather not risk harming eir friend.

Pink tries not to push any affection with Discourse, aware how they are with it, ey will accept any affection they wish to show and Pink does occasionally offer a hug directly.

The headpats started as an absent thing, a habit from the littles but ey noticed Discourse appreciates it so ey do try to do it time to time to further convey eir affection towards them

Pink also tends to reflexively pat Discourse Proxies as well if they're nearby

Ey also more frequently offer hugs to Peace since eyre VERY aware of how much they love hugs, et also find it rather cute

Pink will often pat the littles on the head or give them headbutts when home, ey still find it an embaressing habit but ey feel more comfortable with it in private tike to time

Ey like to hold those especially dear to them or have them close when they'll allow it, this includes rare occasions of picking the littles up in a hug (always asking them first), or holding them to eir side when reading or listening to them, Pink will also sometimes just carry Aster around

Or hold them while he's in sock prison to keep him close by

Wildcard likes to lay in Pink's lap or across them as a weighted blanket so this gives Pink plenty of times to hold him close, ey'll often pet over her head or the rougher stripes down his back Pink will occasionally headbutt Wildcard as well, but generally when more tired be it shoulder or foreheads

Icelandic is also included in Pink wanting to hold close to em, even if she more often picks em up and carries em around, ey do occasionally hold head head close to eir chest and will trace her spines

Ey also tend to curl up by her side to read or will press their foreheads together when it's possible similiar to a headbutt, and much like she tends to kiss eir forehead Pink will occasionally take her hand to kiss the back of it, ESPECIALLY if she mildly hurt herself (ey will also grab her wrist with a tentacle if ey wish to lead her somewhere)

Pink also likes to watch over those closest to em, sometimes when resting with Wildcard or Icelandic, if ey can't sleep since ey need less, ey'll sometimes just quietly watch over them, ensure ey're ok and be content keeping them close

Atropa

Atropa tends to avoid most outright affections to private, but ey are still very affectionate with eir wide out of sight, but occasionally even in public (with the added threat to anyone who dares harm him for this. He is not a weakness to em, and anyone who even TRIES to use him against him will not be around much longer.)

But one thing ey especially like to do, is have him close to hold his head and feel his features with eir hands, to SEE him and also to 'see' him. To keep the memory of how he looks engraved in eir memory while ey can still see him, so they can cherish it while they can and hopefully hold onto the memory when ey no longer will be able to see him at all anymore.

The eventual loss of the sight of eir Wife is the one regret ey knowing ey caused emselves. Ey will do what ey can to hold onto it while ey can.

Ey don't engage in affections to most others, only in private for one, away from others to link them as even aware of the other

And to bother Doom time to time ey will show just a little affection, guarded as ey are, ey allow a few walls down, but mostly it's just to mess with them for amusement

Wildcard

Wildcard LOVES physical affections, he can just go a bit....overboard with it

She's been trying to backpedal physical affection with her siblings, keep his distance to not bother them.........hes kinda bad at non bone crushing hugs so the hugs end up being awkward, same with patting them on the shoulder

Wildcard LOVES bone crushing hugs, play fighting and biting to show affection.......it ensures they're THERE and safe, it ensures they're not going to get slow on their reactions and get hurt......Wildcard just like biting it's a stim and affection there isn't any other reason to that one

Wildcard is still trying to find a balance of giving affection they wont hate

Wildcard also likes dancing as a way of affection if they can drag someone to join them in dancing (ESPECIALLY dancing in a way that requires some contact like holding hands or linking arms, something to keep them close be it their siblings, Pink or Splendypoet or on occasion if he just wants to dance someone in the gray area)

Wildcard tends to lay on Pink in some way, crush em in hugs, trap em in her arms to keep em from leaving her (not that ey do, ey accept it and will hold her in turn) He'll often grab eir wrist or hand, usually to drag em around, but sometimes just because to know ey're there

Wildcard will also wrap a tendril around others if close enough (siblings, or Pink or Splendypoet, keep them close, know they're there without crushing them)

Wildcard also bites Pink, sometimes just to stim, ey're used to it.

Wildcard will occasionally lean against Splendorpoet when they're watching movies, or play with the bells on their tendrils, Wildcard doesn't notice he does this, she enjoys the sound and it keeps her focused during movies

Wildcard has randomly bitten Splendypoet once or twice, just a quick chomp to the hand or arm then back to whatever they were talking about, it's entirely playful affection

[us3rnam3-r3dact3d]

Inspired by the latest Reductive Audio:

Lil useless facts about my fav boys/listeners. No hate if I didn’t include your fave, I was making my list off memory and am just now realizing I missed like… three entirely series worth of people.

Vincent

He prefers silver jewelry over gold, but doesn’t care if styles are meant for men or women. He likes what he likes and will wear it. He’s a particular fan of dainty necklaces and women’s wrist watches, but likes men’s rings better.

Sam

He smoked when he was human. Lucky Stripes, since they’re cheap. It was a bad habit he picked up when he was eight or so to cope with his home life. He lost the ability to be chemically addicted to nicotine when he was turned, but he still itches for a cigarette when he’s particularly stressed.

Alexis

She’s very jealous of Will’s attention. She gets twitchy when he’s paying attention to anybody else for too long. This results in spikes of her reckless and bad behavior. It started when Vincent was turned, then when he took in Porter, then when she turned Sam. The most recent was after the Inversion.

William

He cannot paint or draw to save his life. He’s followed five or six Bob Ross paintings, but they never turn out right. He can draw stick figures, but that’s about it. His penmanship is beautiful, though.

Porter

Will made him testify against his maker since Porter’s treatment was particularly brutal amongst Felix’s progeny. Porter didn’t want to, but he recounted every moment of Felix’s torture while being stared down by the man himself in front of the whole council. It was so damming that Felix invoked him to stop. That’s the moment that Porter still has nightmares about.

Lovely

Lovely is incredibly anxious around their human friends. They’re scared that they’ll lose control and hurt someone, even though they’re very well fed and haven’t shown any lack of control in the past. This results in a few months after the inversion that Freelancer thought they were dead, since they showed up on the casualty list.

Treasure

Their older brother is a humanborn freelancer. He’s an enforcer for the Department. They think that fits him well, since he was always sort of a bully growing up. Treasure themself is an investigative journalist who writes for an empowered newspaper. They were trying to get a table at the Monarchal Summit even before they met Porter, but that didn’t pan out.

Freddy

He played french horn in high school. He was pretty good, and was drum major in marching band his senior year. He threw up before every game because he was so nervous.

Bright Eyes

Singer/song writer. Y’all ever listened to the Mountain Goats??? That’s their shit. Slow moving acoustic guitar, songs about the most disturbing and distressing emotions humans are capable of surviving recorded on cassette. Singing at dead coffee shop open mics in the wee hours of the morning. Their voice is raspy and rough, but the texture just draws you into their even timber and perfect pitch. They’re a minor celebrity in Dahlia’s sad boy live music scene.

David

His hips and back hurt So Much all of the time. He figures out that it’s because he’s incredibly strong but not flexible in the slightest. An imbalance in those two factors can lead to a lot of pain. He starts doing yoga after the Inversion when it got really bad and it’s helped a ton. Plus, Angel does it with him, and he likes watching them bend into all of those poses in their tiny, skin tight shorts.

Asher

He keeps track of how much David weighs and makes sure he can comfortably lift and carry that much weight at the drop of a hat. At the end of every work out, he deadlifts David’s weight to make sure he can do it when already spent. He should have been carrying David after the Inversion, but he didn’t have the strength to do it even when not fucked up. He won’t let that happen again.

Milo

He needs reading glasses but refuses to wear them. He tried contacts but he can’t stand to put anything in his eye. So he just squints and struggles through. His phone’s text is blown up like a grandpa’s. David is so bothered that Milo won’t just… get glasses. He keeps passive aggressively offering to add Milo to their vision insurance plan.

Christian

He had a little crush on Asher in middle school that translated to teasing the shit out of him. Which, Asher being Asher, put him off and hurt his feelings. He’s well moved on but sometimes, when the sun catches Ash just right or he smiles that stupid, toothy smile, Christian mourns his own stupidity.

Arden

Desperately protective of Christian, especially after the Inversion. The first time Ash makes a light-hearted joke about Christian’s limp, Arden put his ass on the ground, despite Christian laughing at it.

Gabe

He drove a white Chevy Cameo with a red interior for most of his life. It was lovingly maintained, and since it’s such a rare model, he did all of the maintenance himself. After the crash, the truck was totaled. David still spent a few years trying to put it back together. He called it quits when he was working on the interior and found dried blood under the leather of the seats.

Angel

They have a small stuffed lamb that they’ve had since they were a baby. It’s beaten up, falling apart, and no longer the stark white it started out as. Lambie is kept in their bottom bedside drawer. They only pull him out when they can’t sleep. They were worried David would think it was weird, but he actually finds this more endearing than he can put into words.

Babe

They didn’t start talking until they were three. Their parents thought that they were nonverbal, and had started teaching them ASL as an alternative. Then one day at the breakfast table, they opened their mouth and started spouting full sentences. They taught Asher ASL and the two of them use it when they want a private moment in public/when Ash is overstimulated. (Side note; David also knows ASL, he took courses in high school. Very useful, he loves it. He does not love it when watching them flirt nastily in front of him.)

Sweetheart

They’ve had anxiety since they were a very young child, and it’s always been an internally-sourced thing rather than externally motivated. They recall the first time they ever got in trouble at school (first grade, for pushing a boy who had been tugging on their hair all through recess). They remember the first time they got a B (fifth grade, on a math test they studied for for hours). Their parents had high expectations, but Sweetheart was having panic attacks from the age of three. Definitely something ~chemical~ going on there.

Darlin

They feel pack bonds incredibly strongly. Their body reacts physically when someone in the pack is threatened or hurt, without them even having to think. They shiver when Sam calls them ‘mate.’ When David says something in his lovingly dubbed ‘alpha voice,’ they can’t help but listen. They knew Gabe was dead before they got the call. They thought Ash was dead during the Inversion because they felt David’s dread through the bond so strongly.

Avior

He’s unnerved by human’s tactile nature. Being in a body is strange for him, and he prefers Aria to Elegy (at least before meeting Starlight), so touch is an extreme sensation for him. Humans touch so much. He’s not opposed to it when it’s someone he knows, but handshakes are the bane of his existence.

Starlight

Halloween is their favorite holiday. They start decorating for it in August. They plan elaborate, complex costumes and parties. They desperately want to move into a house so that they can set up scary decorations and shit in their yard and hand out candy to trick-or-treaters. Avid lover of the Spirit Halloween animatronics. They go to Halloween Horror Nights every year.

Camelopardalis

He’s trained himself to use the human terms for things (ex: terra or earth instead of elegy) since some in the Department don’t like it when daemons use their terms. It means that he gets weird looks from other daemons when he talks to them. It’s an alienating feeling for sure.

Vega

He’s never tried human food. He never saw the appeal. What he doesn’t know is that he would absolutely Love dark chocolate if he tried it. He likely will never know.

Warden

Avid reader of the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtle comics. Just the comics, though. They don’t have an apartment in Elegy, but they do have a small storage unit where they keep their comics. They coalesced a few years before the comics starting their run, and for some reason, they just fell in love. Vega thinks this is silly and that they should be embarrassed, but they refuse to be.

Hush

He loves Popeye’s fried chicken sandwiches. Doc fed him one once and it blew his fucking mind. He won’t make them with magic, either, he insists that they don’t taste the same. Doc has started just getting gift cards for him to keep so he can get one whenever and doesn’t have to wait for them to give him money. He’s ravenous for those things.

Doc

They’re actually a warder, not a healer. Hush’s presence has encouraged them to refresh their healing knowledge, however. Even if he himself is difficult to hurt, he sort of invites chaos.

Morgan

He uses his foresight to see what the owner of his favorite little bodega down the street is going to have for breakfast every morning. It’s his little morning ritual and practice for his magic. He feels weird all day if he doesn’t do it.

Seer listener

Their sight is more potent and more clear than Morgan’s. They can give stark details, see full landscapes, and turn 360 deg in their vision and see the whole space. They also can hear what’s happening consistently, something that goes in and out for Morgan. He figures that they’re just more powerful than he is, something that makes them just the slightest bit uncomfortable.

Damien

Gets incredibly stressed on election days, whether for local, state, or national elections. He forces everyone he knows to vote, volunteers to shuttle people without cars, and has at times volunteered to be a poll worker. But elections make him anxious. He cares so much about the results. Huxley has recently instated a post 9pm ban on watching the news on election nights so that Dames will actually sleep and not stay up all night stressing.

Huxley

Does not eat beef. Not for religious reasons, but because of the impact of beef consumption on the environment. He’s about one step away from a full vegetarian, he just likes chicken and is concerned for his protein and vitamin intake. This is difficult for Damien, who loves nothing quite so much as a rare steak.

Lasko

He was forced to take piano lessons as a child. He hated it, but took them up to the point he left home. He’s still very good, and did get peer pressured into showing off at a random guitar center once while out with the D.A.M.N. crew. He nearly died of embarrassment.

Gavin

He has a collection of very pretty rosaries that he uses as jewelry. He is not religious, and if asked, cannot describe what a Catholic is to you. He likes to wear them around his neck, dipping over his body since his shirts always cut down to his navel. It makes people gasp and blush, which is his favorite effect to have on somebody. His fav one has beads made of mother of pearl and a little, golden crucifix on the end.

Freelancer

They love cheap Chinese buffets. They claim that, the lower the health rating, the better the taste. Their desire for krab rangoons is strong enough to pull them from the comfort of their home at 2 in the morning if the fancy strikes. Damien in particular is horrified by this, and keeps offering to cook them some actual Chinese food.

Dear (Lasko’s listener)

An all star volleyball player in high school and college. They were a setter, and took their team to nationals all four years of high school. They are on the starting line up all through college. When it gets brought up in their trip that Damien plays casually, they said they did too. And then absolutely creamed him.

[izuchuumi]

Daisies & Lilies - H. Yachi SMAU

pairing: yachi x f!reader

synopsis: despite the hot new tattoo artist working right across from her, yachi can’t bring herself to do more than daydream about her. when y/n comes in wanting to learn more about floristry for a job, will yachi be able to bond and get with the girl of her dreams or will she keep hiding in the sidelines to protect her delicate feelings?

the vibes: tattoo shop and flower shop AU, opposites attract, black cat x golden retriever, sapphic romance and sapphic angst, new beginnings

progress: completed

warning: contains internalized homophobia, profanity, potentially more mature topics, some mental health talk, drinking, potential ooc-ness, canon divergence!!

notes: please ignore the timestamps and amount of likes/retweets/comments!! i was too lazy to put in random numbers on all of them; all characters are in their 20s, light mode is yachi’s pov and dark mode is y/n’s!!

written parts are indicated by ✮

profiles

crow inks || daisy chains

chapters

bouquet 1: Purple Gloxinia (love at first sight) bouquet 2: Acacia Blossom (secret/concealed love) ✮ bouquet 3: Yellow Tulips (happiness and hope) bouquet 4: Yellow Freesias (friendship, support, & optimism) bouquet 5: Calaminthas (shyness) bouquet 6: Purple Petunias (mystery and enchantment) ✮ bouquet 7: Pink Orchids (happiness and playfulness) bouquet 8: Striped Carnations (denial and rejection) bouquet 9: Solidasters (support and good fortune) ⤷bouquet 9.5: Sunflowers (joy) bouquet 10: Colorful Dahliahs (devotion) ✮ bouquet 11: Tarragons (lasting interest) bouquet 12: Bleeding Hearts (heartbreak) bouquet 13: Lotuses (relief and rebirth) bouquet 14: Daisies (first love) bouquet 15: Black Dahlias (betrayal) bouquet 16: Purple Hyacinth (sorrow, regret, & forgiveness) bouquet 17: White Carnations (embarking on a new journey) ✮

epilogue

extra bouquet: Yellow Lilies (joy, happiness, & new beginnings)

flower dividers by @strangergraphics-archive heart dividers by @jilval

[flowerishness]

Dahlia (cactus dahlia var. 'Striped Vulcan)

Considering that some dahlias don't really 'turn it on' until mid-August, I'm not too surprised to find these cactus dahlias still blooming in mid-November. Cactus dahlias come in doubled and semi-doubled varieties and their long, pointed petals are good at shedding raindrops that might cause other dahlias to collapse. They also deal well with autumn wind storms and don't blow over like some of the taller varieties.

Dahlias are from Mexico and typically die off with the first frost. Vancouver used to be too cold to leave them in the ground and dahlia tubers had to be 'lifted', wrapped in straw and protected in an indoor space during the winter. Newer varieties and warmer winters (thanks to global warming) now make it possible to leave dahlias in the ground, well-mulched and hassle-free.

[feelbokkie]

🌱 Bokkie's Garden Event Masterlist 🌱

☀️Feelbokkie M.list☀️

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©feelbokkie (2025) — all rights reserved. reposting/modification of any kind is not tolerated.

🌱 키즈 (OT8) 🌱

🌱 White Camellia 🌱

"My favorite little things about you"

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🌱🌱🌱

🌱 Larkspur 🌱

"The first time I made you laugh"

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🌱 방 찬 (Bang Chan) 🌱

🌱 Borage 🌱

"I LOVE YOU, OKAY?!"

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🌱 Geranium 🌱

"Accidental confession"

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🌱 이 민 호 (Lee Know) 🌱

🌱 Daisy 🌱

"Wait, they've been dating for HOW long?!"

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🌱 Striped Carnation 🌱

"I know you love me, don't lie. Why are you lying?"

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🌱 서 창 빈 (Changbin) 🌱

🌱 Belladonna 🌱

"A confession given without words"

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🌱 Red Camellia 🌱

"I am angry, because I love you"

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🌱 황 현 진 (Hyunjin) 🌱

🌱 Fennel 🌱

"The quest of making you blush"

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🌱 Red Chrysanthemum 🌱

"When I felt it vs When I knew it vs When I said it"

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🌱 한 지 성 (Han) 🌱

🌱 Bluebell 🌱

"I had nowhere else I could go"

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🌱 Peony 🌱

"An unsent love letter is found"

description: while picking up a lyric book for han from his dorm, a strange piece of paper falls out of his bookshelf warnings: swearing screenshot count: 14

🌱 이 용 복 (Felix) 🌱

🌱 Ivy 🌱

"We've always been friends, but we were never just friends"

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🌱 Single Dahlia 🌱

"Home cooked meal and finally coming home"

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🌱 김 승 민 (Seungmin) 🌱

🌱 Oregano 🌱

"Drunk words are sober thoughts"

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🌱 Violet 🌱

"You thought I wouldn't notice, but I did. Every time."

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🌱 양 정 인 (I.N) 🌱

🌱 Dwarf Sunflower 🌱

"How many ways do I have to confess for you to believe me?"

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🌱 White Carnation 🌱

"Lovers who grow up and grow old together"

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[achaotichuman]

The Dahlia Flower- Beauty, commitment and kindness

A/N: For @matrixsss 10 day writing challenge! I started writing this one also a little while ago, and this was the perfect excuse to finish it, I hope yall enjoy!

Summary: Lucien is getting a bouquet as a gift for Eris' engagement. Just a quick stop to the florist shop will all this will be. But the florist is kind of cute though, and his little girl who insists on breaking all her fathers rules seems delighted to bring them together.

The bell of the small flower shop door rang as Lucien pushed it open, in an instant he was hit by the smell of pollen wafting through the air. The shop itself was decorated in an antique style, with oak wood counters and tin buckets holding large bouquets of all kinds of flowers, most of which he didn’t know the names of. The variety of colours was eye-catching and fought for your attention, you could easily get lost in the hundreds of blooms. 

The red-head walked up to one of the bigger bouquets, it was beautifully made, arranged with soft pastel colours, the occasional pop of bright yellow or dark blue scattered throughout. He dragged a finger down the soft petals of one of the sunflowers. 

No price was listed at the bottom, so he walked further into the shop to try and find the shopkeeper. 

No one was standing at the desk, the shop was quiet. Lucien bobbed his head around the flowers and shelves trying to see if anyone at all was here. The sign said they were open, maybe they’d popped out for a moment? 

“Is anyone here?” He called out, leaning slightly over the counter in a last ditch effort to find someone. 

Lucien then yelped and nearly fell back as a head of hair jumped up from behind the counter. 

“Hi!” A little girl squealed as she tried to stand up high enough to see over the counter, her small arms grabbing onto the edge trying to pull herself up. 

“Oh… hi?” Lucien said tentatively, “Is… do you have a grownup here, sweetie?”

“Daddy went out the back, he said I had to stay in the lunch room but I wanted to help out in the shop.” She explained, giving up on seeing over the counter and running around to see him properly instead. 

She was a small thing, maybe only six or seven? With loose curly blond hair and big green eyes that shined up at him, she was wearing a green linen dress with what looked like hand embroidered flowers on the breast pocket, her feet stomped with yellow rain boots, half-covering rainbow striped leggings. 

“Name’s Dahlia!” She announced, walking boldly up to him and sticking her hand out, “What’s your name?”

Right as Lucien started contemplating whether he should leave or shake her tiny kid hand, someone came bolting from a closed wooden door behind the counter. 

“Dahlia!” A man shouted, Lucien looked up, and for a second in time, his heart stopped. 

“Daddy!” Dahlia grinned broadly running up to her father. 

He swooped her up into his arms, carrying her on his side as he started chastising her, “I told you to stay out the back, you told me you were responsible enough to stay put.”

“I’m sorry.” Dahlia said, most certainly not sorry in the slightest. 

Dahlia’s father looked like he might keep going when he seemed to finally remember Lucien was still in front of him. His face went pink, as he quickly turned back to the customer. 

“I am so sorry about her. School’s out today and I couldn’t get a babysitter.”

“It’s alright.” Lucien said smoothly, “She was a wonderful cashier.”

Dahlia smiled so brightly, putting her hands on her hips as she proclaimed, “See daddy, I can run the shop!”

“Alright, well how about you run the shop out back.” He said, putting her down and pushing Dahlia in the direction of the back room, she pouted and looked as though she would start protesting, but her father shot her a look, and she stomped out back, grumbling angrily as she did so. 

“Oh my Lord.” Dahlia’s father muttered, turning back to Lucien, “I am so so sorry-”

“Don’t be, she was very good at her job.” Lucien laughed, still feeling his heart pound against his will as he looked the man in front of him up and down. 

“Her job was supposed to be having lunch while I finished up an order, but…” He shook his head. Lucien laughed. 

“I’m Lucien by the way.” Lucien said, holding out his hand, “You’re the owner?”

He took his head, his hands were calloused and his grip was strong, “Good to meet you Lucien, yeah I’m the owner, name’s Tamlin.”

Tamlin…

Dahlia looked to be an exact copy of him, they both shared the same long blond hair, bright green eyes and pale skin. He stood taller than Lucien, filling out his shirt with toned muscle, standing confidently, his gaze quietly assessing. 

He was beautiful. 

“Was there anything I could help you with?” Tamlin asked. 

Lucien then realised he was blushing, he quickly turned his head down, but pointed towards the bouquet he’d been looking at earlier, “That bouquet, I wanted to know the price.”

“Oh that one, yes. It’s gorgeous.” Tamlin said, “That one in particular has already been sold this morning, they’ll be picking it up later this evening, but we can see about ordering you one. You can pick the flowers, the colour scheme yourself if its only the style you like, but if it's the colours you like we can do the same.”

Lucien thought for a moment, “How about we do the same style with a different colour scheme?”

“Perfect!” He said, ducking behind the counter to pull out a notebook and pen, “What kind of colours were you thinking?”

“Uhm, lots of really warm tones, lots of reds and oranges, yellows and gold, maybe some browns?”

Tamlin nodded, jotting down several notes, “We can add in some brown foliage. Arrange it around the edge of the bouquet. Autumn leaves would look nice.”

“Yes,” Lucien immediately agreed, “It’s for my brother, he just got engaged. His favourite season’s Autumn.”

“Well congratulations to him.” Tamlin smiled warmly. The green in his eyes seemed to brighten, like the deep green of fresh budding leaves on a sunny spring day. “Alright, I can get out a few samples of flowers I think would look great in this.”

“Lead the way.” Lucien said, feeling uncharacteristically hot beneath his shirt. 

They spent a half hour looking at a few different flowers, Lucien listened intently as Tamlin talked about how the different colours would look together and how they would sit in the style he wanted, he also talked about the meaning of some and how they could add an extra layer of symbolism to the gift especially if it was for an engagement. In the short time Lucien spent with the man, he learned just how much the blond spoke with his hands. Gesturing wildly, his voice picking up speed with his passion, still Lucien easily kept up. Finding himself so much more engrossed in this than he ever thought he would be. 

If someone had told him this morning that he would know the meanings and symbolism of over a dozen different flowers and plants because he went gift shopping for Eris, he would have laughed. As it were he was staring up at Tamlin as he laid flower after flower in front of him. 

“This one is a red gladiolus, the gladiolus flower is often used as a symbol of strength and integrity.” Then he gave a laugh, the sound deep and rumbling through Lucien’s chest, the flush on his face only deepened, “That’s why it’s my daughter’s middle name.”

“Well, she certainly holds great strength.” Lucien said with a grin. Tamlin’s face brightened even more so at that, causing Lucien’s heart to flutter. 

“Eris will love this.” Lucien muttered, “He’s all one for deeper meanings and symbolism.”

“Then he’ll certainly love your gift.” Tamlin said with a grin. 

“Thanks for this.” Lucien said once they finished up, “This will be perfect.”

“No need to thank me, it’s what I’m here for.” Tamlin said.

Tamlin flashed him a beautiful smile, and Lucien found his heart racing faster and faster.

“Why is your face all red?” A small voice piped up.

“Dahlia! Oh my god!” Tamlin shouted, sweeping his daughter from up off the floor.

The little girl giggled maniacally, tiny fists pounding at her father’s shoulder, demanding to be put down. Insisting she was old enough to handle helping in the shop. Lucien laughed at her antics, then he reached into his pocket. 

“Do you mind if I gift her something?” Lucien asked, Tamlin.

Tamlin furrowed his brow, leaning over to see what was furled in Lucien’s hand. He opened his palm slightly to allow Tamlin a glimpse without revealing to a squirming Dahlia what he held. Immediately, Tamlin started grinning, a laugh escaping him as he bounced Dahlia on his hip. 

“What? What is it?” The ever curious, and quite observant, girl demanded to know. 

“It’s a gift, for being so patient while your dad worked with me.” Lucien said, stepping closer and opening his hand. 

Dahlia’s eyes lit up with mirth as she spied the small toy mouse sitting in the palm of Lucien’s hand. It’s beady black eyes staring into nothing, a small fat grey body with etchings made to resemble fur. Dahlia snatched up the door in an instant, shouting her thank yous as her chubby hands inspected the creature. 

“Go put it in your collection of little things.” Tamlin told her, placing the girl back on the floor. 

“Alrighty!” She grinned, smiling up at them both, then she shouted, “Thank you!” before running off to the back room. 

“Do you just carry toy rats around with you all the time?” Tamlin asked, trying to cover a laugh with the back of his hand. 

Lucien rubbed the back of his neck, the blush heating his core never-ending, “No, I found it on a coffee table at the cafe I usually go to this morning and thought I might keep it, for whatever reason.”

Quirking up an eyebrow, Tamlin leaned against the counter, “It’s almost like fate wanted you here, eh?”

Smile widening, Lucien murmured, “I think so.”

He paid the deposit on the flowers, and with some hesitancy, Lucien went to leave the flower shop. Turning around, he saw Tamlin waving goodbye, and went to lift his hand. Right as he did, a blur of gold appeared across the shop floor and before he could think, Dahlia had jumped at his legs, grabbing him into a tight squeeze, causing him to loose balance. 

Lucien shouted as he fell, but even as his body tensed, bracing for the impact, he didn’t make contact. 

“Dahlia! Silly girl!” Tamlin admonished, holding Lucien tightly to his chest. Strong arms wrapped entirely around him. He had moved like silent rapids. With force, strength and agility. Certainly not the kind of skill Lucien would expect from a florist. Dahlia just giggled from where she still held onto Lucien. 

Then heat shot through Lucien, lighting up every one of his senses, as each inch of Tamlin’s skin set fire to the flesh of his he touched. He felt so… strong. So large it could have been imposing if it weren’t for the pure warmth he radiated. 

“You should stay for dinner!” Dahlia more so demanded than asked. 

“Dahlia, I’m sure Lucien has much he has to do today.” Tamlin told her. 

“Aw, but-”

“Dahlia-”

“I don’t.” Lucien found himself daring to say, he turned his head up to look at Tamlin who was staring down at him, blinking like he hadn’t understood what Lucien said. 

The redhead repeated himself, a little more casual this time, “I mean I’m sure you’re busy tonight, but if you might be free, I could… we could have dinner?”

Tamlin opened his mouth to say something, but Dahlia started screaming with absolute delight. Jumping up and down in pure childish excitement. In a flash she ran back towards the backroom, shouting about needing to get ready. 

As the two watched the door slam closed behind the young girl, it was then that Lucien remembered he was wrapped in Tamlin’s tight embrace, his entire back pressed against Tamlin’s front chest. So close he could feel the soft flesh pressing into him. The muscles clearly beneath tight fabric. The image of skin without the restraints of such fabric began to flash through his head, and all of a sudden Lucien was having a whole nother issue in regards to this unforeseen touching. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry!” Tamlin bit out, jumping back a little from Lucien, realising him entirely. 

Lucien turned and managed a lazy grin on his face, “It’s no worries, I can think of worse things than being trapped in a hug.”

“Wasn’t much of a hug.” Tamlin muttered with a slight chuckle, then he blinked a few times before stuttering out, “Do you really mean it? You’d like to… stay for dinner?”

Now it was Lucien’s turn to stutter, as his skin heated to temperatures he didn’t think possible. Unable to look anywhere near those wide, sweet green eyes looking at him with such care and kindness, “I mean, I would like to, but I know you’re probably busy and don’t have time for-”

“No!” Tamlin interjected, suddenly cringing at the volume of his voice, he amended, “No, no, I would…” He smiled so shyly now, “I would like that. I would like it a lot.”

Oh. Lucien’s brows raised ever so slightly. 

Did he think the same way about Lucien? Was he just as hot as him? Boiling beneath his own clothes, barely able to get a breath in? 

Lucien stepped forward, tilting his head slightly, “I think I would like it a lot too. You know… I do think I was supposed to come here, Tamlin.”

“Tam,” Tamlin said, his voice barely above a whisper, “Call me Tam.”

Lucien’s grin fell into something even softer, something so much sweeter. 

Yeah. He was supposed to come here today.  

[wiley-treehouse-gardens]

[romirola]

Headcanons for the Shaw Pack’s Favorite Clothing Accessories

David: His gold wristwatch that was a gift from Gabe. The watch commemorated David officially taking on the role of Gabe’s beta.

Angel: Their sunglasses. No matter the weather, Angel optimistically wears their sunglasses (whether on their face or on their head) because they always love to be prepared for sunny, warm weather.  

Asher: A gold-and-blue striped necktie. Asher had purchased the tie in preparation for proposing to Babe. Since that plan didn’t go as he expected, Asher has decided to wear the tie to the wedding. 

Babe:  A pair of red jeans that Babe always wears on casual Fridays. Red jeans are not exactly what someone who knows them would expect, which is exactly why Babe incorporated the jeans into their wardrobe. It’s empowering for them to see how they pull off the bold look when they catch a glimpse in the mirror.

Milo: His plaid winter scarf. Marie knitted the scarf for Milo when he was young. He was much too small for the scarf at the time, but Marie promised that one day, he’d grow into the scarf. Now an adult who has come into his own, Milo wears the scarf proudly. 

Sweetheart: A green, zip-up, long-sleeve jacket that shows the D.U.M.P. logo embroidered on the front with “Dahlia Division” embroidered in white lettering on their sleeve. The jacket fits Sweetheart sharply, is super-duper comfortable, and acts as a little reminder that they are in a position to enact so much potential good. 

Darling: A Shaw Pack insignia pin Asher gave them after they attended their first pack meeting since returning to Dahlia. Darling takes care to move the pin to their messenger bag, hat, coat, or whatever they are wearing because they like to have that physical denotation that they belong to their pack. 

Sam: A pair of thick, brown work gloves Sam has had since he was human. It’s one of the few pieces of clothing from his time as a human that  (unintentionally) serve as blackout-clothing that protects his now-vampiric skin from the sun. 

-Bonus-

Gabe: His famous leather jacket. He wore it every chance he got. He was even wearing it the day he met his mate. 

Marie: Her yellow-and-black printed purse. It somehow goes with every outfit and holds absolutely anything and everything anyone around her could need. A pen? A snack? A bottle of water? Hand sanitizer? A safety pin? Marie’s got all of that and more inside this purse.

[chic-a-gigot]

The Delineator, no. 4, Vol. XLVIII. Autumn Number. October 1896. Published by the Butterick Publishing Co. London & New York. Colored Plate 18. Figures D39 and D40. Promenade Toilettes. Internet Archive, uploaded by Albert R. Mann Library

Figure D 39. — LADIES’ STREET TOILETTE.

Figure D 39. — This consists of a Ladies’ jacket or blazer, a vest and skirt. The jacket pattern, which is No. 8669 and costs 1s. 3d. or 30 cents, is in thirteen sizes for ladies from twenty-eight to forty-six inches, bust measure, and may be seen again on page 437 of this publication. The vest pattern, which is No. 6398 and costs 1Od. or 20 cents, is in thirteen sizes for ladies from twenty-eight to forty-six inches, bust measure, and is shown again on its accompanying label. The skirt pattern, which is No. 8643 and costs 1s. 3d. or 30 cents, is in nine sizes for ladies from twenty to thirty-six inches, waist measure, and may be seen again on page 445 of this number of The Delineator.

Fawn faced cloth is here pictured in the jacket and cream-white cloth in the vest, both garments being finished with machine-stitching. The skirt is made of wine-colored zibeline. The jacket or blazer is here worn open and made with rounding lower front corners, but it may be closed at the bust and have square lower front corners, if preferred. Side-back and under-arm gores and a curving center seam render the jacket close-fitting at the sides and back and extra widths underfolded in box-plaits below the waist produce the popular outstanding ripples. A broad sailor collar that is curved to form three points at the back extends below the bust and shapes a point on the front of each sleeve. The newest effect is seen in the one-seam leg-o’mutton sleeves, which flare in puff style at the top and fit closely below. Pocket-laps having rounding lower front corners give a natty finish to the loose fronts; they are completed with machine-stitching to accord with the edges of the jacket and collar.

The low-cut vest is close fitting and is fastened at the center with buttons and button-holes; with it is worn a striped percale chemisette having a white linen Piccadilly collar and a black satin band-bow.

The six-piece skirt is made with a straight back-breadth and has straight edges that meet bias edges in the seams; it falls in flute folds at the sides and back and flares stylishly at the front.

Pleasing effects may be attained in the toilette by the association of harmonious colors and materials. The most successful jackets, in point of fit and style, are made up in this manner of broadcloth in either light biscuit shades or in the deep, rich Autumn tints of dahlia, green, mulberry, chestnut and wood-brown and various shades of blue and gray. Machine-stitching is the usual finish, although the trim self-strappings are not at all in disfavor, being, in fact, preferred by many fashionables. An inlay of black silk was added to the collar of a jacket made from green mixed cheviot to accompany a black vest and a green canvas skirt. For the skirt, the new camel’s-hair, serge, heather mixtures with their artistic commingling of subdued colors and broadcloth are suggested.

The brown felt hat is stylishly trimmed with ribbon, lace, feathers and flowers.

Figure D 40.— LADIES’ COSTUME.

Figure D 40. — This illustrates a Ladies’ costume. The pattern, which is No. 8658 and costs 1s. 8d. or 40 cents, is in thirteen sizes for ladies from twenty-eight to forty-six inches, bust measure, and may be seen in four views on page 414 of this number of The Delineator.

Canvas wool suiting and velvet are associated in the costume in this instance, and a ribbon stock and pipings of silk and small buttons add refined and elegant decorative touches. The basque, which is closely fitted by double bust darts and the usual seams, is in rounding outline in front, where it terminates at the waist, while at the back and sides it extends in a short skirt that is shaped to stand out in stylish, rippling folds. Gracefully tapering revers extend down the front at each side of the closing and impart a dressy effect to the waist, being slashed to form two tabs over each sleeve ; the tabs are trimmed with small buttons and the revers are prettily piped with silk. The one-seam sleeves flare in leg-o’mutton puffs at the top and fit the arm closely below; they are completed with pointed, flaring cuffs that are piped with silk. A ribbon stock covers the standing collar and is stylishly bowed at the back.

The seven-gored skirt is gathered at the back and possesses the grace and elegance characteristic of the newest styles. At the sides and back it ripples fashionably and at the front it flares broadly.

The new rough-surfaced goods—canvas wools or boucles—will make up stylishly in this manner, and the novel zibeline wools belonging to the camel’s-hair family are also commended, as well as faced cloth, with velvet for the small accessories and pipings of silk and small buttons for decoration. A ribbon stock is quite essential to a dressy effect and there are so many methods of arranging and trimming this fashionable bit of lingerie that no suggestion of sameness is ever given by its use.

The hat is trimmed with bright rose ribbon having a velvet edge, and a fancy buckle in front is chic and pretty.