#the rose was red because i didnt have money to buy a yellow one

[seariii]

Sometimes I remember...

When I was in highschool, the school held a Halloween event, I went on a Mary cosplay, easy to say that almost no one recognized me.... And the people who did thought I was a hetalia character?... Only one person actually knew who I was and they didn't say anything at first, they just approached and pretended to pluck the petals on the rose I was carrying and said something referencing the game that I can't remember anymore. Excited I asked to confirm if they knew who I was (since everyone thought I was another character) and they said Mary. I was really happy

[faecaribou]

3, 4, and 29 for the soft asks ask game!! Also I saw that you were willing to share ego headcanons 👀 can you spare me one for Eric Derekson?

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

i love a good cinnamon. i currently have a cinnamon apple which is very good. I also have a eucalyptus mint candle. it seems so basic but cinnamon and mint respectively are up there. i think maybe a good crisp citrus smell is the only thing that could top cinnamon or mint but those can be hard to find. I keep buying caramel scents because i like to eat caramels but the scents always make me ill for some reason

4. what flower would you like to be given?

This one makes me think about when i drew all those markiplier egos with flower symbolisms, mostly because i didnt know anything about flowers at all before i drew those and then i studied the shit outta flowers for those pieces. I am so basic but I love roses. There's a rose bush in my backyard that my moms been trying to kill but that rose bush has survived for like over a decade out of spite and I go nuts over the bush. im always bothering my mom about the bugs or the mold and I've bought those containers of ladybugs because of aphids. it's referred to as MY rose bush. no one is allowed to clip roses off without my permission. there's literally a photo in my camera roll of me stalking towards the camera holder with rage in my face and a handful of petals in my hand because SOMEONE (cough krae/aero cough) wanted to cosplay Annus and wanted rose petals so they massacred my boy (the bush). I love sunset colors and so many roses can capture those shades, the yellows and oranges and pinks. also classic red roses are nice. I love white roses but those guys never do well in my backyard. yeah im crazy about roses i could go on and on about them.

29. morning, afternoon or night?

Night. I love when its sunset/dusk. For some reason I have better night vision than anyone I know but I also am so bad with bright lights and also i need black out curtains to sleep. Eric Derekson

I think he'd like a fresh linen smell, but while there are fresh linen candles, why buy those when he can just tuck his face into the collar of his sweater and breath in? Maybe if he weren't so used to not having the money for the luxury of candles he might buy some, but for now he'll just look longingly at the sandalwood candles. Not the ones that are like "sandalwood + tobacco" or "+ smoke" or whatever. I know people are like sandalwood = men's smell, must add manly smell to make it double manly. No, he's looking at the gentle sandalwood smells, like "sandalwood and rose" "+ vanilla" or "+ amber". Couldn't be me tho wood smells are for deodorants only in my opinion and even then im not a fan.

Flowers. I paired him up with lilies and snowdrops in my flower language works and those fit kind of well with him. They suit his personality very well but that doesn't guarantee they're his favorite. I can see him enjoying something like Richardson's Geranium, which is a very small and somewhat common little white five-petaled flower. I can see him very clearly in my mind crouching down to pick a flower like that only for Derek to make him throw the flower away because it's probably a minor weed and then Eric having to garden and pull out weeds but he has to pull out all his favorite flowers since they're "weeds" and it takes them two years to grow back in the lawn outside his window.

I think Eric is a morning person. I think he probably has a habit of waking up very very early because of his father, but in the manor he doesn't mind waking up early. It's very tranquil and quiet and probably the only time the manor is at peace because the Jims aren't up yet. Eric is probably the first to rise.

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

rabbit tour!

i just made a “shelf” so all my stuffed animals weren’t crowded on the windowsill and i used this as an opportunity to take pictures of all the ones i have with me so here we go!

this is artemis, a majestic and powerful silver rabbit with a very dramatic backstory

basically i was 5 hours away from home on a work trip and i saw her in the window of a shop BUT it hadn’t opened yet so i had to walk away not knowing if I would have time to get back to the shop before it closed, if someone else would buy the rabbit, or if i even had enough money to buy the rabbit in the first place 

the most I was willing to spend was $20, not because I don’t think this rabbit is a priceless artifact of beauty, but bc im a peasant and my job was technically volunteer work and paid less than minimum wage but ANYWAY i go on and on about this fucking rabbit to anyone who will listen, my coworkers are plotting ways to murder me that will look like an accident, but we get back to the store and the rabbits still there AND ITS ExACTLY $20 SO I IMMEDIATELY BUY IT WITH NO REGRETS BEST PURCHASE OF MY LIFE 

here are some little baby babies i have clipped to my backpack (can you tell i like rabbits???), the yellow one on top is bun might for obvious reasons

 the one in the middle is technically unnamed but i call him sergeant pez bc hes a pez dispenser and he was in one of my dads old military trunks for like a million years until he was cleaning them out and gave him to me 

the light green one is the newest addition, her name is mochi and shes so fucking soft you guys its like petting a delicate cloud 

these arent rabbits but theyre still valid so shut up, the black cat is named agugu (short for akutagawa) bc i was into bung/ou s/tray d/ogs at the time 

the panda in the middle was a gift from my roommate and her name is monochrome because i have another panda back home thats purple and her name is. purple. so i wanted to stick with the theme here

the white tiger is named at2shi after atsushi (from b/ungou st/ray d/ogs again) who can turn into a white tiger but also i already had ANOTHER non-white tiger that was named atsushi so this one is at2shi 

more wild thangs that arent rabbits!

the elephant is слон or “sloane”, слон means elephant in russian and it’s kind of pronounced like the name sloane so it’s a very deep complex and intellectual name, clearly. слон is a puppet that shrieks like the souls of the damned when you squeeze him and he was a gift from my high school russian teacher because i would be Blessed with the duty of making слон scream at students who were speaking english in class, he’s a good comrade 

the tiger is atsushi, im sure you can figure out his deal based on at2shi, i got him at the zoo and hes lovely

the red panda with the minnie ears might have had another name at some point but during my regrettable b/s/d phase i started calling him chuuya and it stuck, also now i put my minnie ears on him bc his head’s the perfect size so im more or less using him as a hat rack which is very on brand for chuuya actually

the purple sloth staring into the camera (and your soul) is gasloth leroux and i won him at dave and busters after re-reading phantom of the opera

(last batch of non-rabbits)

the bear in the snazzy tunic is radar, he was originally my mom’s as a baby and she gave him to me as a baby and since i dont intend on spawning im hoarding him forever #life hack 

yall better know who fucking kermit is 

aannnd we already went over слон in the last picture so! back to the rabbits!

welcome to the purple corner, friends!

the little all purple one in the back is sukie, and she is just baby, only little creacher, nothing can change that, she was a gift for easter i think two years ago now 

the purple and white rabbit with the pink nose laying next to the cardboard shapes is named violet and her fur is very soft and lovely but she has some kind of hard panel inside (she moves, maybe? idk) so not exactly optimized for cuddling, still shes a good girl

the hulking googly eyed purple yarn monstrosity is roundy blumbo and he was handmade by my terrible but talented sister @rattypants​

most of these are new arrivals because walgreens has easter rabbits out and some of them were literally only three dollars so yeah but anyway

the grey one with the pink bow is named toshi after all might (i got him about the same time as bun might so b/nha heavily owned my ass at the time) and hes absolutely perfect for cuddling, very soft and long

the blue one is named bluebell the second or “twobell”, when I was younger I had a really tiny blue stuffed rabbit named bluebell that i would take everywhere but one day i dropped it somewhere in or around a ymca and lost it forever and i literally did not stop crying for two whole days because of it, bluebell the second is a spiritual successor who hopefully wont get lost 

the one that looks just like bluebell the second but not blue is marshmallow, bluebell the seconds identical twin brother who was also 3 dollars because literally, THREE DOLLARS

the one with light brown fur and orange ears is named gingersnap carrot cake because I liked both names and couldnt decide and since i bought him around the same time as bluebell the second and marshmallow, he’s their mischievous older brother and together i guess that makes them the rabbit mcelroys 

now the round rabbit next to toshi with the floppy ears and a smaller rabbit with a green dress on its back is rose and bunnia, the larger one is rose, the mother, and bunnia is her daughter, they have a very close relationship as you can see

the small white and brown rabbit next to rose and bunnia is spenser, named after edmund spenser, creator of the spenserian sonnet, bc i bought her at a renn faire and thought she should have an old timey name, shes a literary icon 

now we’re getting into the old guard! all the rabbits in this picture (aside from carrot cake gingersnap whomst is a SLUT FOR ATTENTION) are all ones i got between the ages of 6-10, so theyre my day ones uwu

the brown rabbit with floppy ears is mocha, she was a christmas present when i was 9 years old and shes probably the most rabbit-shaped rabbit i have 

the rabbit with the bright pink scarf is beatrice (i dont have favorites except actually i do and its beatrice), I got her when i was 7 years old from goodwill and one of her arms was kind of loosely connected and started falling off which Horrified me and i tried to “take care of her” by using a bit of ribbon as a sling, eventually my grandma sewed her arm back on so then i used the ribbon as a scarf and ever since then beatrice has had a scarf of some kind  

the rabbit next to beatrice with the black button eye is wrinkly pinkly, who lost her eye in the warTM (it fell off years later but she claims to have lost it in the war anyway and shes old so everyone just goes along with it), shes very loose and as the name implies, VERY wrinkly which makes her fun to wiggle around 

the bright pink rabbit with the wide head is anna, beatrice’s mom and wrinkly pinkly’s sister, her husband griffy is back home so i dont have a picture of him but their story is very enemies-to-lovers (they were on opposite sides of The War) and shes a very ambitious and powerful figure in rabbitopia despite having hundreds of kids to raise #feminist icon 

the light pink rabbit with the yarn dress is madison, ironically named long before i even remotely knew that madison, wisconsin was a place that exists, and shes beatrice’s younger sister and shes very active and athletic but she also likes being pretty which is why i made her the yarn dress

cottontail (he doesnt actually have a tail) is the town drunk and a constant nuisance, his wife left him so now he’s always hoeing around and causing trouble for everyone (which is also what he did Before his wife left him), one of his legs is more filled than the other so he walks with a limp. his wife took most of the children except

darnell (the long pink rabbit lying down), who inherited her dad’s troublemaking tendencies and loves playing pranks and talking shit 

(last one, for all the zero people who are still reading at this point)

next to cottontail we have aminta in the green dress, i bought her at the airport and shes a very beautiful and distinguished young rabbit who madison is ABSOLUTELY gay for, she’s very proper and is being brought up by

hera nova (the white rabbit with the pink nose and floppy ears in the back) who is the oldest rabbit i have (Ive had her since i was at least 5, though she didn’t get a name until i was in my greek mythology phase a few years later), shes sort of a grandma to all the other rabbits and could absolutely destroy them all if she wanted to 

karoline (yes with a k, i didnt know the kardashians were a Thing back then) is the yellow rabbit with the basket, she works at rabbitopia’s most popular restaurant, the spinning carrot, and she is one of the three main chefs along with her sister 

bonnie, the pink rabbit with only one ear, she got torn up pretty badly over the years but shes still alive and still spinning those carrots!! (there was a third rabbit that worked with them named fritz who was white and holding an easter egg but i don’t remember what happened to her) 

so there we go! rabbits! lots of them! 

[tobswrites]

My Yellow Rose

Train stations always looked so timely, old yet beautiful. Gold in color and brown in age. The detailing all over the place was so beautiful and eye catching Kirishima wonders why no one takes time to stop and look at the place.

Ah then again, they have probably already ventured enough times into this station to get where they need to go. Not everyone was a tourist like him, having time and day to admire such architecture. Not that he knew alot, but that didnt mean he couldn't appericate the beauty.

The bench he was currently sitting on was high above the ground, if he was still a teen, his feet would probably only be able to grace the floor.

He looks around to the people, watching many on their phones, either speaking through them, or scrolling about on texts and news articles.

Alot of them look really busy, their pace when walking is rather quicken as if they might not make it to their ride.

It looked rather sad actually, everyone in their blacks and browns, no color in sight. Or well at least there one was one place, a large kiosk that had stalls of flowers of all sorts. Expensive too. A single red rose cost a good five dollar bill.

Even a bouquet without a single rose was one hundred dollars. What made them so special?

Kirishima continued to stare at the kiosk, watching a few people stop and stare too for a while before moving on. Others actually stopping and picking a few flowers up and asking for it to either be trimmed or wrapped. But it was the occasional flower. Never too many, and never too much.

That is until a young man comes by, no smile on his face or any  look of anticipation for whoever may be recieving what he's buying.

Kirishima isnt too far from the stall, but with all the noise surrounding him he doesn't hear the exchange happening. But the man gives the woman with brown frizzled hair a hundred dollar bill with another twenty. The woman smiles and let's the man take a large potted orchid, as well a card.

But she then places his recpiet in another bouquet of pink flowers, this time he gets the chance to hear the woman say "We'll see you later then." With one smile to the nonchalant man, he leaves with the white orchid.

He wonders who the bouquet is for then.

And why he would spend so much for something so small. He would rather have a large amount of chocolate worth the money he spent on those flowers.

But each to their own, as they say.

He continues to watch, since he really doesnt have anything to do. His battery on his phone is at a low thirty percent and all the apps he usually uses takes up alot of his power that he'll only last maybe an hour more before it dies.

Another employee in the kiosks moves around with precision, shes quick with her hands and moves around gracefully like she had worked there for ages.

She takes out a bouquet of yellow roses, so full and beautiful. The color vibrant and stands out from the rest of the pinks and reds, making the green even more nice to look at.

It's a weird feeling he gets, even though he loves the red in everything, the yellow really brings him to forth.

They were so nice to look at.

After a few minutes the woman moves them to a vase. Away from Kirishima view and the light in his day disappears.

He sighs, leaning his back against the bench, wondering why Bakugou was taking so long on finding a map.

He looks back towards the kiosk, since he seriously has nothing to do but secretly judge people spending ridiculous amount of money on flowers.

Theres a little girl who grabs hold of a pot of flowers, saying something about it being perfect for someone she knew. Kirishima was half expecting her to accidentally drop the little pot and have her parent apologize to the woman workkng there while paying about twenty dollars to compensate the damage. But the girl puts the small thing back and the family move on.

Kirishima bites his lower lip, be groans as he gets up from his seat and grabs on to his handle suitcase.

He grabs his duffle bag too, pulling the strap over his shoulder as he walks to the shop.

What was five dollars anyway?

Bakugou comes back to the bench where he left Kirishima. Several maps in his hand because the state was way too fucking huge and there was way too many things to see.

He finds Kirishima holding on to a single yellow rose, looking at it happily. Like he accomplished something and he was proud.

It was cute that a man like Kirishima would love something so objectified. Then again, it was Kirishima.

"Who did you buy that rose for?" He says, although he feels like he already knew the answer, who else would Kirishima buy a flower for on Valentines day, on their vacation where it was just them two.

"For me." Was not a response Bakugou was expecting though.

"The fuck you buying your own flowers for?" Bakugou grows as he sits down next to Kirishima "Don't you got me for that shit?" He snatches the flower from Kirishima, ignoring his significant others pout.

It's his now, and Kirishima knows it.

"Well, if I have you for it, then where's my flowers man?" Kirishima chuckles, looking back towards the kiosk, they've put out more flowers. How nice.

"Didn't you go up there? Those shit flowers are hella expensive. Fuck that shit, I could buy you a whole bunch of chocolates. Would apperiacate it more too."

Kirishima smiles widely, turning to face Bakugou again, "Ah, you know me way to well." He slumps against the back of the bench, laughing even. "I'll hold you too it." And it's a promise Bakugou is going to keep.

After a few minutes resting, Bakugou gets up and tells Kirishima that should go now, hold his new flower close to him as he drags his suitcase out towards the exit of the station. Kirishima follows him with a small smile on his face.

It's nice to know Bakugou checked out the flowers too..he must of debated on getting Kirishima something before he realized that chocolates sounded way better.