#there are so many flowers in the world it's an embarrassment of riches

[doodlesfromthebird]

I'm just going to establish that the large boy is Mattheus and the willowy halloween gremlin is Kassian. sO. THERES A FACT.... Kassian has ghostly powers, including a limited ability to phase through objects. He can't phase mundane clothing on his back or other people. He phases through walls so often he forgets which doors are "pull" or "push". Theres typically a bit of confusion when he HAS to use one. MORE FACTS UNDER CUT!

Mattheus' super strength developed as a child and it was a difficult thing for him to control. He accidentally broke a bone in one of his brothers hands when playing and he felt so awful he wore oven mitts on his hands for a week, as if it would lessen the effects of his strength

Mattheus loves olives and Kassian loathes them entirely, so whenever offered some he'll give them to Mattheus. Kassian will finish whatever sweets Mattheus can' if the sweets are too rich.

Kassian has unnecessarily swoopy cursive for handwriting. Mattheus has very sharp and scratchy, large print. (His "S"'s all look like lightning bolts. It's very cute.)

Mattheus is the tallest person in his family. He's 6'5" (almost 200 cm) the second tallest is his brother, Torin at 5'7 (abt 173cm) by a few cm. Mattheus towers over everyone in his family.

Kassian is allergic to the entire season of Spring. Pollen is constantly assaulting his sinuses, he gets eaten alive by bugs, and he swears the springtime sun gives him hives. (it doesn't, he's being drama queen)

Neither of them get much of an opportunity to do artsy hobbies, but Mattheus is fairly skilled in pottery and ceramics, and kassian likes drawing flowers and dabbles in candle-making.

they're both monster-hunting partners that specialize in exterminating a very particular kind of monster. Kassian is a mage that specializes in dark and illusion magic where Mattheus is a fighter that specializes in two-handed heavy weapons. They're very good at it.

Yes, they've done the thing where Mattheus does pushups and Kassian sits on his back.

Kassian is very open with his expressions, (he's my muse for intense expression drawing) and body-language. He's very theatrical, but he's easily embarrassed and quick to shrink in on himself. Mattheus is outwardly very stoic but is actually very passionate and softhearted.

Mattheus is what people in their world call a "young god". It's a very demigod inspired concept, where god-like traits are given to humans via gods/guardians as a sort of "blessing" if a particular family was favored by a divine being, or if the human themself was favored. Mattheus (and his sis Mainara) was blessed by two sibling gods because they favored his mother's side (long story, but in short they both had the hots for his grandmother) to which his parents were like..."uh thanks i guess??"

Kassian is the kind of person who doesn't give pencils back/puts empty containers of food back in the pantry when he's done. Mattheus drinks milk out of the carton and sneezes unnecessarily loud. Both can cook, but they both wait til they have no clothes left to do laundry.

The way they fight relies on a sort of linking of mind and energy (the closest I can think of is "drift compatibility") in a way that grounds the other as sort of an anchor. It balances Kass's sensitivity to spiritual noise and Mattheus's grounded and focused nature.

Kassian easily picks up on hidden magical frequencies mattheus can't, and Mattheus's senses are heightened to "real world" sounds and smells Kassian can't detect. Mattheus is a good strategist/planner/tracker and Kassian can slither into places to scout.

Mattheus loves all animals but especially dogs. Big dogs. Kassian is a little skittish and hesitant around living things smaller than him, but typically likes quiet animals like cats and rabbits. Big animals love HIM though and he's been knocked over by many a large dog/creature

Kassian is 25 (December 24th) Mattheus is 23 (August 30th) [he often gets "you're a lot younger than you look" I think if you get to know him a little bit and the first impression of his height & strong features fade, you kind of see he still has a boyishness to his face]

[incomingalbatross]

top ten flowers 🌹🌺🌻🌼🌷🪻

Thank you!

Ummmmmm:

Lantana

We haven't been able to buy them in my area for a couple years now but they're so pretty. The flowers shift in color as they age!!

Daffodils

Am I basic? Yes. Am I right? ALSO yes.

Camellias

I've never actually grown these irl but I love seeing them. They're so symmetrical. They don't look real.

St. John's Wort

Since it's not native to America but is grown here, seeing it is an Exciting Event. It's St. John's Wort! It's in folklore! It reminds me that St. John Baptist's feast day is nearby! AND it's pretty.

Peonies

Mainly because there is just... so much flower per flower packed into those buds. Look at them. (Downside: ants also love them so they're hard to bring inside.)

Lobelia

Partly for childhood associations (my mom has gotten blue ones and white ones almost every summer of my life) but also they're so little and blue. (A flower worthy of Lobelia Sackville-Baggins.)

Alstroemeria aka Peruvian lilies

My experience is you can find these in every assorted bouquet at the grocery store, but that's for a reason. They're pretty.

Superbells

They're little mini petunias in a variety of bright colors and they make me happy. :)

Cherry (white especially)

Look at that. Is that not the prettiest, snowiest spring tree you've ever seen.

Roses

The MOST basic choice of all. Look at them.

[effy-writes]

Can I request Striker with a fem s/o (hcs) who is basically the opposite of him, readers a city girl, wears expensive dresses, expensive jewelry, designer heels, and she's most likely a celebrity but she's still polite?? Ty!!

ofc!! sorry it’s taking me so long i have like 10 requests 😭

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striker x f! yuppie! model! reader HC’s

• striker knew of you because you were a popular model in the Wrath ring. you did all sorts of modeling. fashion, perfume, hands, tail, lingerie, even weaponry. striker being striker, he hated the idea of you. hates yuppies (rich person) absolutely despises them, so he kinda hated you (but he still thought you were extremely attractive). the first time he actually met you was when you were buying a gun that you modeled for. he instantly recognized you because you were wearing expensive clothes with a fucking gucci coat and heels. while shopping, you didn’t know which gun to buy (you only modeled for them, you actually have no idea on which one is better), so you asked striker.

• he was shocked that you were wanting to get his opinion, especially a poor imp like himself. he thought to himself, “why would a rich person want my opinion?”, but he saw how nice you talked to him. you didn’t treat him like a pest, you treated him like an actual person. (he has bad self esteem issues). after that little interaction of him telling you which gun is better and which one he recommends for you, you decided to ask him out. “you’re really attractive, can we go out sometime? getting to know each other better?” he thought you were tricking him to humiliate, but he saw the way you look at him with those sweet, beautiful eyes of yours, so he said yes

• ever since then you two hit it off. he found out so many things about you that you don’t broadcast to the world. he also found out that you don’t model for the money or for the popularity, you model because it makes you happy and helps give you confidence. he was hesitant to tell you about his work, but when he did you were oddly excited. you thought that was so cool and that he’s killing people with a gun that YOU modeled for.

• he was the one who properly asked you to date. he was nervous as FUCK only because he felt like he didn’t deserve a model like you, but you obviously thought very different. you love his personality, his demeanor, and his ambition. the moment you two started dating the media got out about it. he was embarrassed (not because of you, because he didn’t want to seem weak and vulnerable because he IS an assassin, but you quickly told him that it doesn’t make him sound weak or anything like that and you’re very grateful to be dating a guy like him)

•he enjoyed that you never bragged about your money (even though you do wear expensive shit, but he knows you deserve to wear expensive shit because you have to deal with creeps)

• speaking of creeps, he will 100% shoot anybody that tries to touch you, cat call you, or even look at you with lustful eyes. he’s very protective and will do anything to keep you safe.

• you LOVE buying him things, it’s your love language. he always says “you don’t have to buy me fancy shit, i ain’t jealous” “but you’ll look so hot in this! plus let me spoil you, please?”

• because everyone is up your ass, everyone knows about striker and his assassination business. he thought it will bring his sales down, but because you’re so popular and everyone knew him, more people started paying him to kill others. so it was def a win-win situation

• he often feels bad that he can’t treat you with nice things, but you’ll always tell him that you don’t care about money and that you never did. you care if he’s happy and comfortable. but because he’s not rich like you, he will try his best to buy you sentimental things. flowers, love letters, he even saved up his money to buy you a HORSE. (you two joke around and say his and your horse is dating)

• he’s afraid you think that he’s with you for the money, so he’s always telling you that he’s not with you for that. he’s with you because you make him feel happy, you’re super sweet to him, and that there’s somebody in hell that cares about him. you always reassure him that you know he’s not with you for the money

bonus: everyone in the media ships you guys so hard that there’s edits of the two of you, fan art, AND fanfics. striker finds it a little weird, but you find it so fucking funny

[daboyau]

I got an idea when looking at this post by @tangledinink. I couldn’t rest until I’d jotted it down. The art possessed me like an evil spirit. warnings for body horror, vomiting, general fuckery. 💚

what probably happened directly before Leo found himself in this situation:

Leo: Fairies? No way those sparkly little assholes are real.

The fae who happened to be within earshot: and i took that personally.

Anyway, here we gooooo:

Leo opens his mouth to scream, but the sound won’t come out. He gags on the feeling of it catching inside his throat, and then again when the trapped scream begins to grow thorns. It scrapes its way up, and he claws desperately at his throat, trying to tear the feeling out, falling to his knees as he gags around the forced silence.

The threat of suffocation is enough to tear his attention, however briefly, away from the horror of what is happening to his shell. His body is changing itself on the urging of some other thing’s whims, and even though his nerves didn’t seem to get the memo that a dissolving shell (you know, the thing that most of his internal organs and, like, half of his bones need to stay inside his body?) should probably hurt a lot, he can still feel it.

He retches as the first flower falls from his lips. It hits the ground with a disgustingly wet sound, coated with bile and saliva. It shines wetly, rich orange hues standing out brightly against the black soil. The rest follow shortly after, a painful deluge of familiar colors, and he’s helpless to do anything but dig his fingers deep into the rich soil and try not to let the horrific impossibility of the situation drive him crazy. Tears flow freely, staining his cheeks before they fall to the ground below, greedily absorbed by the cursed earth of this place.

“Oh, dear,” a voice says, too close for him not to have noticed their presence. He tries to jerk back, but he can’t pull his fingers from the dirt. It hurts when he tries. A high pitched whine escapes his throat, but he’s too terrified to be embarrassed by that. The voice shushes him, soothes him, and warm fingers wrap tight around the back of his neck. They come to rest just above where the lip of his shell should be. He sobs at the way his back squirms as heat shoots down his spine and something begins to grow. The furred fingers drag like velvet against his scales as they squeeze, the sharp prick of claws threatening to break skin, and then release him just as suddenly. 

“So much sorrow and pain. And, oh, so many regrets,” the thing says as she circles him, humming a tune that makes his head pound in rhythm with his racing heart. His hands have sunk beneath the black soil, and it has begun licking greedily at his wrists as well. He can feel tendrils of something wet and cold winding themselves around his fingers, and he wants to scream again, but the bursts of bile-soaked colors decorating the ground keep him from opening his mouth. He can feel a petal still clinging to his bottom lip, and when the thing kneels before him, she reaches out to pluck it off, unbothered by the way he shrinks as far away from her touch as he can manage.

She slips it between her lips, and he catches a flash of a blackened tongue as it darts out to meet that single purple petal. Her teeth are sharp when she smiles at him. They hadn’t been sharp, when she’d first approached him in the Hidden City. Nothing about her had been.

In the dim lights of the underground world he and his brothers had only recently begun to explore, she had looked soft. He’d seen her approaching, and the first thought to flit through his head was, aw, bunny. A fluffy, rounded face. Big eyes, dark and deep as a still pond as they reflected the flickering neon of a sign in the shop window behind him. A pink nose had twitched when she’d smiled at him, sweet and kind, and asked him for his name. 

(What had he told her?)

Now, she would be unrecognizable, if not for the same strawberry patterned dress that drapes over her stretched out frame. He’d think to compare her to a hare now, but the hares he’d seen when watching Animal Planet with mikey had never looked like they would take delight in tearing his nails off one by one or plucking out his eyeballs. They had never made his vision swim or his body shake when he’d looked at them. Maybe she’s become more of a wolf.

The soil has reached his elbows. Those cool, slimy tendrils have circled his wrists like shackles. They’re squeezing tighter and tighter, and he feels his fingers throb and tingle as circulation is cut off. 

His mind flashes briefly to raph and how he used to tell them not to wear rubber bands on their wrists, convinced that their hands would fall right off if they got squeezed too tight. He wonders if the things that live beneath the dirt will steal what they’ve claimed, just like she’s stollen his shell. Another sound wants to bubble up his throat at the thought, and he lets it, because what use is a swordsman without his hands?

The hysterical giggles escape as big, iridescent bubbles. They glitter pink and blue and leave a bitter taste on his tongue. They only float a few feet into the air before they fall back to the ground, their attempt to flee the horror of this situation not getting too far at all. Soft green grass rises up from the dirt to catch them, but they do not pop. They rest, suspended on those tiny blades, for far longer than any bubble he’s ever blown before. He watches, transfixed, as his laughter is eventually swallowed by green. It begins to spread.

A hand cradles his chin, and his gaze jerks back to the thing that brought him here. She is watching him intently, eyes darting to take in every tiny change in his expression. She looks curious, in the same way that donnie does when he’s thinking about all the ways he can take something apart, and what he can do with those pieces to create something better. 

Her hand is soft where it touches him. She is gentle as she wipes a cloth across his mouth. It feels like water, soothing and cool, and he finds himself leaning into this tiny offer of comfort among the stomach churning violation of what is being done to him. His eyes flutter, and he distantly registers that the face she wears seems to swim before his eyes with each rapid blink, shifting back and forth between bunny and wolf and something other. She looks like she wants to devour him whole, no matter which face she wears.

From this close, he can see the way her eyes sparkle and dance when she smiles. He can’t help but think that maybe being swallowed whole wouldn’t be such a bad way to go, after all. 

The writhing shackles around his wrists tighten. 

She laughs, breathy and soft, and the sound is layered and beautiful like wind chimes. It conjures a hurricane inside his mind. Her cool breath gusts over his face. It smells like churned dirt and funeral flowers and pustulous rot. He doesn’t know if he wants to gag or breathe deeper. 

“Little blossom,” she croons, cupping both his cheeks, dragging their faces close. He doesn’t resist. She giggles, and she drags those soft hands and those sharp claws down his neck and over his shoulders, fingertips bumping against the disgustinghorriblewrongparasitetumor gathering of delicate buds that have sprouted up all across his back. She pinches one between the pads of her fingers, and he wants to screamcrybeghertostoppushherawaycutherdownandtearthemalloutbytheroots be good for her.

“Little blossom,” she says again, and those dark eyes catch his gaze and hold it as a heavy feeling settles against his skin, across his shoulders, around his neck, and he can’t look away no matter how desperately he tries. But he doesn’t want to try. Her smile stretches wider, wider, and for one brief flicker of a second he can see blood on her teeth as she asks, “Do you believe now?”

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(Side note just for fun. The flowers that appear in this but aren’t actually described or named are:

Orange marigold, for grief and despair

Purple hyacinth, for sorrow and asking for forgiveness

Red cyclamen, for goodbye and resignation

Yellow zinnia, for missing a friend and remembrance

Bluebells, for gratitude and everlasting love 

[taduki]

The M6 w/ an MC that acts like a grandparent

Grandparent as in the, “you want a hard candy, baby?”, grandparent who thinks every living being is their grandchild. This post has been brought to you by the multiple people who tell me I have grandma rizz. (I put so much love into this, it took me like 4 nights to write — goodbye forever).

Asra

Your mannerisms are slowly but surely rubbing off on them.

If you carry around hard candies and sweeties, Asra 100% enables it by asking if they can have some. They will also buy exotic sweets from their travels for your collection, though the children might not like them.

Y’all are ROCKING the grandparent look !! Crocheted cardigans and flower-patterned shirts in every color of the rainbow are hanging around the bedroom(s) because I KNOW Asra don’t got space in their closet. They probably utilize the Magician’s Realm as a secondary closet to be honest.

Speaking of crocheting, Asra gets a great idea going with the grandparent image and decides to take up either a crocheting or knitting class. The respective instructor may or may not have fainted upon seeing one of their patterns…

Asra finds customers with children much easier to handle with your added patience and patented jar of caramels on the counter.

You want to kill Azz? Fix the buttons on their top like how the wife in Pixar’s “Up” fixes her husband’s tie.

When they had to reteach you how to do daily things again, they thought, in their own guilty conscience, that this was some way of repaying the favor to you. All of the favors. All of your love to everyone.

Julian

He’s used to being the charming one!!

Though, you leave him lots of room for his signature drama and flair, so he warms up to it after a bit.

He wasn’t as easily charmed by your demeanor as the average person was at first. He thought of you as a little lamb in the streets. He could swear you would be the biggest target for getting pickpocketed in the Red Market, but damn you are CAPABLE!!

Madly in love with your capabilities, magic or not. Takes him a bit to get used to your overflowing sweetness (and pocket sweeties), but finds he is also madly in love with those too.

You are like his pocket Mazelinka, and it horrifies him to no end. At least you don’t spike his soup with sleeping potion…

You force him to bedtime and he isn’t up for it until you read him bedtime stories and sing lullabies. He is definitely embarrassed... He’s like, “I’d never fall asleep to MC’s bedtime singing and stories! ZZZzzzzzzZZZZZZzzz”.

Portia

You two are the world’s best grandparents.

Unlike Asra, Portia pursued crocheting/knitting and never stopped. Though she can be busy, she enjoys it as a hobby as has you to thank for it!! (As you stand there confused why she’s thanking you for it).

She didn’t mean any harm by it!! She just wanted to try new things and you happened to be an “inspiration”.

You two have interactions like The Golden Girls. Zero elaboration.

One of the books she read while teaching herself to read was The Secret Life of Bees by Sue Monk Kidd. She quotes many things from the book during her work life, but her favorite quote has become, “Every little thing wants to be loved”, before booping yours or Pepi’s nose.

She says it constantly and you’re starting to think it’s just her way of saying you’re cute and she loves you.

But the truth is that and she just loves the way YOU love things. The way you squish Pepi’s face in your hands and sing/talk to the flowers are just a few examples.

Nadia

She might actually tear up.

Could you possibly get more endearing?

To her, you’re the entire package. You’re a blessing in a bundle. You’re strong enough to beat the Devil and sweet enough to cream butter. If she wasn’t so refined and kept, she’d be kicking her feet and rolling around on her bed.

Alas, she knows many other ways to exert her love for you. What? No, she wasn’t going to spoil you with rich delights! — as she inconspicuously waves a hand behind her back to hide the palace tailors in the hall…

Nadia is very well aware of her many duties and obligations, but she knows to leave a generous amount of time for you. After a rushed, exhaustive day of hard work, Nadia gracefully lays her head in your lap and lets you coddle her. She will accept your head pats, listen to the most storybook-like day you’ve had, and talk about her troubles. All the while, you tell her allllll of the things she should do like more frequent breaks and standing up and saying no when she simply cannot do something even though she already knows.

But she loves it. She loves your care, the little things you do around the palace that make her think of you. You recommended the gardeners sing and talk to the plants and she was delighted to hear it made a difference, but every flower in that garden paled in comparison to you. She believes you are Mother/Father Nature.

She frequently has you accompany her during dignitary meetings, etc. as her magician consultant, and as such, you take no “hoot-a-nanny” nor “monkey business”. (Nadia has never had to hold her laughter in this hard). She regains her composure quickly though, and soon discovers many visitors find you very charming and welcoming. She finds this to be a strategic play in negotiations, so she invites you to meetings more often, definitely not because she just wants to see you more…

Muriel

He too thinks it’s the cutest thing ever.

You tend to feed Inanna many treats because she's just such a good girl!! Muriel gently tries to tell you when she's had enough, but Inanna seems to be starving even after his generously suggested amount…

You could paint his face bright red by pinching his cheeks and calling him something cute like sugar or honey or, god forbid, pudding pie.

You went to help him out with the chickens one early morning and apparently one of the chicks was sick and she wasn’t eating enough. So after Muriel was done checking up on her, you bent down and gave her a nice little lecture how she’ll grow nice and strong after she eats. And Muriel DIED.

He firmly believes the chicks are your grandchildren now because they love you back. (Their cheep cheeps are full of love, he insists).

A good half of Vesuvia are your grandchildren now too. You guys are hero grandparents, I don’t make the rules.

Amongst the minimal duties of being hero grandparents, one of them includes having a baking morning and going to the docks in town to call the children over and hand fresh food out later in the day. The kids call him every unflattering name from Peepaw to Gramps, but he assures you he doesn’t mind at all.

Lucio

He finds you so endearing and sickeningly sweet, he can’t handle it.

He dies from the granny pet names too. He acts like they’re regular pet names, but he expected stuff like babe or darling, not butterscotch pumpkin puffball...

He’s met his fair share of old folks at the snooziest diplomat parties, and even though he’s got that worry in the back of his head that he’s getting older and older too, he’s finding it easier to go through it with you.

He enjoys if you sing him old folk songs, some he may have never heard of. (HUGE bonus if he dances with you to your singing).

It is THE most entertaining thing to him when you’re mad at someone. You wave a stern finger at them and lecture them like you’re their parent. It could literally be the most buff, drunk, muscly regular at the bar and you’d scold them ‘til they’ve recoiled back into their seat, and Lucio, of course, brags about it to the world. “Why use magic when you could’ve just scolded the Devil into submission, MC??”

As you two go through each passing day, he appreciates your slow and caring nature more and more. He’s begun to appreciate the little things like the rise and fall of Mercedes and Melchior’s stomachs during their afternoon naps.

If you knew him years ago, he would’ve thought you were strange and not worthy of his time, but now he quite enjoys your mannerisms and spending time with you.

[therabbitthatpostthings]

Might fully write this as a whole story one day.

You come to Viktor with a serious inquiry:

“Do you know a doctor that can perform Hanahaki removal surgery?”

He was stunned at first. He didn’t even know you had feelings for someone but to ask for this?

“You know how risky that is, you could lose all love in your heart.” Viktor stated.

“Of course I do. That’s why I came to ask you. It’s been done, a successful removal. Sure the recovery period is long but I get to keep my memories with you guys. I’ll take the chance.” You were steadfast in your decision. This was the only way to rid yourself of this retched disease. You weren’t exactly happy about it either, the chance that you would lose all love for Viktor and Jace was high. However staying in love with someone until your heart breaks or you die is worse (of course you wouldn’t actually die though).

Viktor sighed, “Who is it, it you don’t mind me asking?”

You were almost too embarrassed to mention it, “Remember Sterling…”

Viktor sat up fully in his seat to really grasp the situation. Sterling was someone you both knew from your Academy days and he was a piece of work. A ‘Grade A’ jackass and flirt. It sucks that his looks matched his brains, being one of Piltover’s elites. He was destined to inherit his families company and live a life of luxury. And this, amalgamation of every stereotype rich boy, was the one causing you so much pain. Viktor could hardly believe it.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not proud of it either!” Your face flushed bright red. “It just…happened. We were talking and things got real for a second. I thought I saw a different side of him but it’s…ugh! It’s complicated Viktor!”

Still in disbelief, Viktor adjusted himself on the chair. He collected his thoughts before looking back up at you. “I will ask Professor Heimerdinger for help. Don’t worry, I’ll find the best doctor there is. You won’t lose a precious memories, I promise.”

“Thank you Vitya.” You smile. Viktor felt a small ache in his chest but ignored it. You said your goodbyes and Viktor started to draft his letter to the Professor. Your memories and friendship was on the line so he felt compelled to write as soon as possible.

Professor Heimerdinger reported back by the end of the day. He was deeply concerned with Viktor’s wellbeing. This disease was no joke! He had lost many a friend to the flower disease and Viktor was far too young to fall ill with it. Viktor stopped him in the middle of his speech as he explained the treatment was for you and not himself. He was very confused at first but agreed to contacting a very good doctor. Before Viktor leaves, the professor urges him to be careful and be kind to himself.

Viktor didn’t understand then. You met with the doctor and consulted with her many times. She was kind and truly understood what it meant to be afflicted. After the consultations, Viktor would be your shoulder to lean on. On the nights you were too sick, you would stay with him. Viktor’s apartment became your second home. Viktor was slowly starting to understand the Professor’s warning. He couldn’t think about that now, he needed to be here for you.

Around two weeks before your surgery you were walking to your scheduled visit when you saw him, Sterling. He was chatting with another girl when he said some choice words about you. He threw in a couple comments that you’d only get far in this world because you “suck up” to the HexTech guys. It didn’t just sting he thought of you this way, especially after this long but he dared to badmouth your two best friends as well. For once, your coughing stopped and you noticed a bud had landed in your hand. You took this to the doctor and she was intrigued. She examined it closely and came back with a smile on her face.

“Congratulations, you’re falling out of love.”

“What?!”

“Calm down, it’s only been reported in the last 60 years or so but there are cases of people falling out of love with their intended person. It was mostly reported in relationships that turned sour after years but yes, even crushes can die out.”

“Does this mean, I will lose all love in my heart?”

“Not necessarily, you’ll feel reluctant and wary but as for your friends and family, you will love them just the same. You may even fall in love again one day.”

You get somewhat relieved. The doctor continued, “About the buds in your lungs. You can have the stem cut but that runs the risk of the original surgery. Best I can do for you is give you some medicine for nausea, pain killers and recommend you take on less physical work. Also, if you don’t mind, I’d like to continue our consultations with a therapist present so I can monitor the after effects.”

“Right…”

You left the consultation feeling lighter. Honestly seeing the doctor so excited over a bud, the proof that love dies, was amusing. The very thought of Sterling did fill your heart with a pit but one of disgust. Such an awful person who doesn’t know himself had the audacity to speak about you and your friends. The nerve!

You walked into the office and huffed into the seat next to Viktor. Without looking up from his notes, “You seem energetic today.”

“I’m not having the surgery.”

He almost fell out of his chair. Why would not have the surgery!? Have you fallen in love with Sterling?! Did he accept you?!

“I heard that jerk talking about me to another girl and he had the nerve to bring you and Jace into it! I don’t know it’s like- it’s like all my affection just died right then and there!” You explained what the doctor had said and how you would continue your rantings. Viktor felt a swell of pride in his chest. The fact that you were so annoyed on his behalf meant no matter what, your feelings would remain.

“I’m glad you’re okay.” he smiled.

“Honestly good riddance.” You scoffed “He doesn’t compare to you guys! You work so hard Vik, even when you were taking care of me!”

“I’d do it all again.” Viktor said. You sighed, finally relieved of your anger. You thanked him again for all he’s done and excused yourself to let him get back to work. Viktor waiting until you were out of the room to completely heave over the waste bin. It was filled with red stained petals.

How could he bring himself to tell you? Not now, not while you were free of this burden. He can wait it out, now that he was sure love dies.

[sudsyv2]

I have so many silly prompts and only one small brain that can’t remember all of them so I’m writing them down ><! (if you like any feel free to use them !)

I’ll probably be adding to this list daily 😽

MISC:

1. Ghost and soap who have reincarnated so many times but somehow still meet each other in their new lives.

2. Soap and ghost on a swing, just swinging and chatting

3. Duke ghost and butler soap or reverse! Either way one’s trying not get them in trouble and the other doesn’t give a fuck if something happens, they’d literally go to war with the entire country if anyone opposes to their relationship

4. Siren soap!!!!

5. Ghost and his inability to say no to Soap

6. Gamer ghost (sorry this is just so funny) and rich boy soap who’s got an embarrassing crush on him

7. Tattoo artist soap and biker ghost

8. Big werewolf ghost and his somehow more feral human boyfriend soap!

9. Soulmates, red strings the whole deal

10. Ghost getting called big guy by soap (and liking it)

11. STREAMER GHOAP AU THINK ABOUT IT, IT WOULD BE SO FUNNY

12. Finding out each others love language

13. Ghost is a rock collector he collects shiny rocks and when he finds one he really likes he shows soap

14. Painter soap

15. Soap doodling on ghosts arm

16. Soap learning to cook, just cause he’s bored

17. WRITE MORE OF THE PROMISE RING SHIT I GOTTA WRITE MORE OF IT

18. Ok so hear me out, a tiny creature (can be a baby monster thing or idk) imprints on both soap and ghost

19. Soap is good with kids

20. Photographer ghost but he doesn’t talk about it. Though one Christmas, soap got him an expensive camera and he was extremely happy about it

21. soap carry’s small bandaids with stickers on it all the time. You got a small cut? He’s got a hello kitty, Batman, any kind of bandaid you want he’s probably got

22. Tyrant ghost looking for a wife and then in comes knight soap looking to defeat tyrant ghost

23. Ghost has incredibly dumb theories and soap is the only one who listens to them

24. DINOSAURS!! THEY BOTH REALLY LIKE DINOSUARS AND THEY HAVE ARGUEMENTS ON THEIR FAVORITE DINOSAURS

25. Detective Ghost and an Arsonist on the run from the police Soap

26. Literal ghost! soap, like that bitch is haunting the base grounds, and lieutenant who goes by the name ghost

(Will add more)

FLUFF:

1. Soap looking at ghost with such a loving shine in his eyes, those damn puppy eyes staring at ghost like he had just given soap the world

2. Soap buying ghost flowers

3. Soap kissing all of ghosts scars

4. Them just laying together, cuddling, soap is rambling about something and ghost is listening intently sometimes even adding a “I see” in between to let soap know he’s listening

5. Soap would be the one to propose but wouldn’t be able to hide the fact he was going to propose, his excitement written all over his face

6. I know it’s probably not possible but imagine ghost being ticklish

7. Ghost, whenever they’re cuddling, likes to put his entire body weight on soap. And soap doesn’t even mind, playing with ghosts hair and rubbing his back.

8. Soap having to get on his tippy toes to kiss ghost and ghost leaning farther and farther back to see just how determined soap is to kiss him (very. Soap is very determined.)

9. Taking a shower together, nothing sexual happens it’s just them washing each other after a long day

10. SLOW DANCING, AND BOTH TAKE TURNS TAKING THE LEAD

11. Ghost kissing soaps hand

12. Ghost learning how to knit and knits soap a blanket that says “soap and ghost”

13. Bass guitarist ghost in a band who really wants to woo this super cute guy (soap ofc) that always shows up to their concerts, and gets his bandmates to help him write a song for said super cute guy (soap)

14. Soap can sing and sometimes ghost will just ask if soap can sing for him. When they’re both sleepy! And soap does, it’s usually always some type of silly lullaby. Works wonders for ghost though

15. Price telling ghost that his lover boy(soap) is here

16. Ghost gets a small scratch on his cheek and soap kisses it better, ghost not expecting the kiss is left frozen in place for a couple seconds while soap is just walking off cackling

17. The way they wake each other up. Ghost gently nudges soap awake but if he could stare at soaps sleeping face forever he would. Soap on the other hand, says ghosts name and kisses his face. Like a lot. But ghost is always up after the first kiss, he just likes to act asleep to get more kisses

18. Their first kiss. Not like their usual quick ones that leave them both wanting more, this one is soft and tender. Eerily gentle.

19. Soap seeing Ghosts genuine smile, it left him breathless as ghosts deep laugh ran through his entire body and made him shiver

20. Soaps and ghosts adopted cat son Phantom!!! Phantoms patterns on his face look like ghost so of course soap had to adopt him. Anyways cat dads ghoap

21. Aftercare (I’m the biggest slut for aftercare that shit is amazing)

(Will add more)

NSFW (there will be NO things like noncon or r/pe here unless it entails them finding a way to heal after it)

I don’t usually write smut so I’m sorry if these are bad 😭

1. Werewolf ghost goes into rut, human soap offers to help him through it

2. Power bottom soap who is extremely good at getting guys like ghost to be on their knees for him

3. Soap wearing lipstick and leaving big O lipstick stains on ghosts dick

4. Ghost in bed is extremely touchy, he needs to have soaps skin under his hands gloved or not.

5. Ghost pressing his hand on soaps stomach to feel the bump of his own cock in the other

6. Soap is under ghosts desk sucking him off

7. Soap cockwarming ghost while the other writes a report

8. Roleplay idk what they’re roleplaying just roleplay

9. Soap likes to moan loud to see how long it takes for ghost to push his head against a bed/wall just to shut him up

10. Soap loves it rough

11. Ghost lifting soap up to fuck him and soap is absolutely in shock and turned on

12. ghost is a big biter, soaps had to cover up way to many bites from him

13. Lmao monster fucker soap

14. Ghoap exploring their kinks!

15. My friend said virgin ghost and I was like ok sure, then he hit me with “experienced soap telling inexperienced ghost how he wants to be fucked” and I was like damn ok

16. Ghost is extremely weak to the way soap says his name, especially in bed. Hearing that breathless “Simon” mixed with soaps strained yeses and moans gets ghost hard (really fuckin hard lol)

(Will add more)

[fantasticsims]

Disclaimer: This challenge is a 2.0 version (or more? I don’t know) of the Black Widow Challenge that already exists but with different rules & goal. I mostly wrote this for myself but I figured: why not share it out there if anyone wants to try it out. It's totally possible something like this already exists so I'm not claiming originality for the idea of making a challenge out of killing Sims 😈

Your Sim wants to be rich, live a simple life but most of all, has had enough of living in their small apartment while doing odd jobs going nowhere. And what’s better than marrying someone rich? The only problem to this answer: your Sim is not really into the whole marriage thing. Luckily, accidents happen.

Your Sim has to go from a life of misery in a San Myshuno apartment to living in the house of their dreams in the world of their choice. Your Sim has to marry many Sims (especially the wealthy!) and each spouse has to experience a different death.

MAKING YOUR SIM -

Your Sim can have any trait you want, but they must have at least ONE negative trait of your choosing.

Pick an ASPIRATION among the ones below and try to complete it before becoming an elder:

- Serial Romantic - Villainous Valentine - Mansion Baron - Fabulously Rich

THE APARTMENT -

Pick an apartment among the less expensive in the Spice Market district of San Myshuno: Culpepper House, Jasmine Suites or build your own on the Old Salt House lot.

After moving in use the cheat code MONEY and give yourself a budget of 25 000 to decorate your apartment the way you want.

WORKING -

You should have a Level 1 job or something part-time. The goal is not to develop any sort of career, if your Sim obtains a promotion you immediately quit and start a new job. Once you get married, you’re done working for the rest of your Sim life!

You can do any sort of activity that brings you some money such as writing books, knitting, painting, programming OR even become a landlord. You simply can not have a job / develop any sort of career. 

GETTING MARRIED -

Before being able to marry any of your spouse you should check a few things off of your list:

- Have Love and Friendship above 50 (easy!) - You must have the status of boyfriend/girlfriend. - You must have two dates: one at your home and one on a community lot. - Go on a “weekend getaway” aka spend a romantic night out in another world (on a rental lot).

DYING SPOUSE - 

There are around 34 Deaths in the Sims 4. Each of your spouse needs to experience a different kind of death. Because of this, you can do this challenge two ways:

- One Sim: Do as many deaths as possible in your lifespan. You can use potions to live longer if you want to do ALL deaths. - Legacy style: have children carry on the death of the spouses once your own Sim dies of old age. 

YOU CAN - 

- Have as many children as you want or not have any at all with your spouses, you can adopt, or have zero children. The choice is yours! - Have pets, horses, goats, and whatever animal you wish to! 

This is a list of all the possible deaths with each corresponding pack. Some are not on the list such as the ones from the High School Years pack since these deaths only work on teenagers.

Hunger Fire Old Age Overexertion Electrocution Anger Embarrassment Laughter Cow Plant Drowning Meteor Steam - Spa Day Pufferfish poisoning - City Life Sun - Vampires Poison -  Jungle Adventure Rodent Fever - My First Pet Mother Plant - Strangerville Overheating - Seasons Freezing - Seasons Lightning - Seasons Flowers - Seasons Fish Pond -  Get Famous Sharks- Island Living Research Machines -  Discover University Magic Overload - Realm of Magic Murphy Bed - Tiny Living Flies - Eco Lifestyle Beetle Juice - Eco Lifestyle Vending Machine - Snowy Escape Fall - Snowy Escape Killer Chicken - Cottage Living Killer Rabbit - Cottage Living Mold - For Rent Wishing Well -  Romantic Gardens

STEP 1

Life in San Myshuno! Your apartment, the odd jobs, the dates until you finally meet THE ONE, get engaged and finally GET MARRIED.

STEP 2

The married life! Move in with your spouse, get a lover on the side while waiting for you spouse to die. Once you’ve reached 50 in love and friendship with your lover you can actively help with your spouse’s death.

STEP 3

Marriage number 2! Bulldoze your first’s spouse house and get the cash, move in with your second spouse, wait or help for their death once you’ve gotten married (no need to have a lover this time unless you want to).

STEP 4

The Dream House! Bulldoze your second spouse’s home once they die, get the cash and move to the world of your choosing and build the house of your dreams! Keep on marrying sims, nudge their death, cash the money and live your best life.

[tackypies]

Tacky i NEED to hear more about your opinions on Andersen and his stories. Your post on the Snow Queen got me HOOKED

god forgive me for what i'm about to unleash <audhd

hc andersen has been pigeonholed into being a children-only author by english speakers because of poor translations and european attitudes towards fairy tales. if we're to understand the complexity of his stories, we need to understand a bit about hca as a man, because every single story he's written is autobiographical in some shape, way, or form. he cannot be removed from his stories, because his stories ARE him

hc andersen was born in the provincial danish town of odense in 1805, which lagged behind the "modern" world. it was a unique city because it retained the rural traditions and superstitions of the local folk while also serving as a gathering place for cosmopolitan nobles and rich merchants. this was crucial to hca's development bc he was exposed to one of the few theaters in all of denmark, was able to mingle with the upper classes, and was able to learn his folk roots through stories and practices

his father was a cobbler who harbored dreams of going to school, but never made it. his mother was an illiterate washerwoman, pious and superstitious. hca was a single child - very rare for the time! - and as a result his parents pampered him the best they could despite living in the slums. his father often read stories to him and created puppet theaters out of scrap, while his mother exposed him to folk traditions. there's so much more i could say about his parents, but needless to say his upbringing had such a huge impact on him that you can see them again and again as characters in his stories

andersen was not a typical child. he was dreamy, he was gawky and large, he wove flower garlands and sewed clothes for dolls instead of playing with other boys, and he harbored delusions of grandeur which were encouraged by his family, that he was destined for Greater Things. he was heavily bullied by all the other kids and from an early age on, he sought the company of middle and upper class families by performing (i.e. singing, putting on a show) for them. he IS the ugly duckling. i'm skipping a great deal of things, but long story short is, from an early age hca learned to perform for others in order to be seen as Special and Wanted. he left for copenhagen at the age of 14 to make his "debut" as an actor - despite knowing no one - and had to beg and perform his way into upper class homes once again to garner their pity and financial support

this couldn't have worked out for him in another time. when andersen arrived in copenhagen, the romantic movement was burgeoning. there was the belief that talent could be nurtured and grown if a student was Properly Civilized, and hca happened to be an excellent charity case. he eventually caught the eye of the collins family, who funded his schooling

there's so so many events i'm skipping over once again for the sake of brevity, but the long and short of it is that hca's success as an author - and his financial stability - depended on the collins' patronage for a very long time, to the point where he gained an obsession/crush on edvard collins, the man charged with helping andersen's career. i'm talking about "sending homoerotically charged letters to the guy when he's about to be married and being denied an invitation to said wedding bc the family's afraid you'll cause a scene and make an embarrassment, and also bc you wrote your first draft of the little mermaid based on your conversations with said guy" levels of crush.

as a queer, neurodivergent writer, andersen resonates with me so much. he's very much a writer for those on the outskirts of society. he expressed disapproval over the united states forcing native americans out of their territories and sympathized heavily with jews, at a time when religious tolerance wasn't high. he struggled with his attraction to men and women (he once wrote to edvard collins he desired to kiss him as if edvard were a woman and had an affair with a male dancer in his later years) and his own expression of masculinity, per the gender roles of 19th century europe. he frequently referred to himself as having a "feminine nature" - though this shouldn't be taken as him identifying as a woman (more on that later maybe?)

his stories are heavily christian in their message and symbolism, but you have to remember that this was the cultural language at the time. his relationship with faith can also be seen as his attempt to find faith in humanity - and he has SUCH a rocky relationship with faith throughout his lifetime. his stories are social commentaries as much as entertainment for children - and his later tales illustrate his more metaphorical, cynical side. just look at this chilling summary of "the most incredible thing":

this is commentary that stands true even to this day! holy shit!

hca is a fascinating author who, unfortunately, suffered gravely from poor translations and preconceived notions of what fairy tales are. when you read his stories, you have to read them understanding that 1) how andersen portrays his characters is often reflective of his OWN childhood experiences and 2) what andersen writes is an excising of his internal struggles and questions - questions of faith, of his sexuality, of his views on society, of feeling like an outsider who must always perform up until the very end of his life. his struggles are human - and that's why his stories have such power even to this day

all in all:

(from wullschlager's intro to nunnally's translation:)

if you want to read more about hca, i highly recommend the following books:

biographies

hans christian andersen: european witness - paul binding

hans christian andersen: the life of a storyteller - jackie wullschlager

hans christian andersen: a new life - jen andersen

translations

hans christian andersen: fairy tales - tiina nunnally

the annotated hans christian andersen - maria tatar

[ggtess]

I’ve been a fan of Hozier since I heard his song take me to church. Its intense religious scrutiny tied with its beautiful queer allusions roped me in instantly. It didn’t take me long to discover how talented this artist was, and how deep of an impact his music would have on me. He’s been a favorite ever since.

Following a steady increase of my love for Hozier, was a fast and intense love for the Inferno of Dante, a book that I was originally begrudgingly forced to read. I had already watched a youtube series on the comedia and figured that’s all I would really need from this story (sooo fucking embarrassing). But, as we delved deeper into the inferno and all the rich history associated with it, my english-subject-loving-brain was absolutely enamored. There was so much to digest and speculate and criticize and praise. I was in Heaven (haha).

Now obviously some months have passed since the release of this album, but I only recently discovered that Unreal Unearth featured the marriage of these two beloved interests of mine.

With all that being said, here’s are my incredibly belated, partially sincere and partially bullshit thoughts on Hozier’s Unreal Unearth:

De Shelby pt 1- (7/10) gorgeous guitar brought to us by a gorgeous Irish man. Desolate, chilling, sullen.

De Shelby pt 2- (7/10) absolutely insane transition. This bass is so catchy and rhythmic, really fun. I assume this is representative of the harsh descent into hell, running/hiding from the atonement of sins: throwing yourself into what is ungodly to avoid isolation.

First time- (8/10) this just sounds so fucking good, “some part of me must have died the first time that you called me ‘baby’ and some part of me came alive the first time that you called me ‘baby’” is so stark and relatable. God that is an absolutely devastating way to look at bouquets. A quick ode to the lost “remembering again/ the full extent of what forever is” because fuck. This is confusing and heart wrenching, a lover mourning his lost love and worshiping them all the same because they’re all he has in this eternity, this limbo leaves him lost and all he sees and all he knows is death, even through the kind gestures of flowers on his grave, desperate and lost

Francesca- (9/10) The first direct reference to the inferno via the storms of lust in the first circle. Listening has me confusing lust with love- is lust just an extension of love ?? Because this is a damn love song. “Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I” oh my fucking god yeah this is the favorite. Does Hozier know that he’s a lesbian or should I tell him

I, Carrion- (8/10) so, so beautiful. Consumed in consumption itself, prioritizing pleasure over what is right and moral. So many references in this one- the turtles holding up the world, Icarus flying and falling, atlas carrying the weightless feeling he is experiencing.

Eat your young- (8/10) this song is popular for a reason. Obviously representing gluttony, the lyrics are so disgusting and immoral, hungry for more wealth, more gain, more, more. Criticism to world leaders, criticism to capitalism, criticism to consumerism, criticism to those who take and take. “Eat your young” stealing the future of your youth, decimating the climate, sending your children to war, sending your children to sweep chimneys, all exploitation, all eating your young. Also head ???

Damage gets done- (7/10) everyone move this song is so upbeat I need to fucking dance. Brandi has a really powerful voice that complements hozier’s so well. For something being representative of greed, this song is pretty damn grateful, at least on my first impression. In a pessimistic perspective, it could be the oblivion of the youth to their damage on the earth. Just by existing in the world we live in we leave an irreversible mark on our climate, our environment, our wildlife, etc. Unknowingly, we’re greedy to want to thrive in our world in any capacity but specifically financially. Maybe the best of us are our youth that don’t want for more than they have. This song contrasts the previous one HARSHLY.

Who we are- (6/10) this song is a headache. Juxtaposing the deeply frustrating lyrics of navigating the dark, burning out, chasing mindlessly and the loud singing filled with a sense of catharsis and relief is sooo mind boggling. So much uncertainty and passion.

Son of Nyx- (7/10) god I love a transition track. So dejected and beautiful at the same time. These themes of loss are just constant throughout the album. Someone tell me how Hozier did all this world building without any words? I would have genuinely guessed that the river Styx is what’s being represented by this instrumental, he captured it exactly how I imagined.

All things end- (6/10) This is definitely akin to gospel music. Hozier’s influence from black artists is rich in this song, really fun listen. Also deeply ironic to use this style of music to write a song about heresy. Reminds me of his iconic take me to church.

Continued in next post ! :-)

[sleepydelights]

7: Have tattoos?

8: Want any tattoos?

12: Relationship status

13: Biggest turn ons

14: Biggest turn offs

15: Favorite movie

16: I’ll love you if

25: My idea of a perfect date

27: A description of the girl/boy I like

34: What I find attractive in women

35: What I find attractive in men

36: Where I would like to live

oop i didn't think it was so many sorry

Wow! Don’t be sorry nonnie I’m happy for the attention and distraction from packing ^.^

7. Yes, but they’re all simple, black, and family related. I’m itching to get a number of new ones though.

8. Haha yes, I want a beetle in the crook of my arm so when I open and close my arm, the elytra open revealing the wings beneath. I want a 747 wingtip to wingtip, elbow to pinky. I have a number of finger tattoos I want; bone outline on the back of one hand. I want my entire left leg to be beautiful vibrant flowers, each representing an important person to me. There are so many more tbh but that’s a start.

12. I am married and poly. I’m not actively seeking, but then that’s never been my style. My wife landed in my lap 10 years ago by luck. I tend to deal in extremes so if I’m honest I never dated much at all. Just pined.

13. Biggest turn ons? It’s hard to rank them because they all have different effects but I guess decisiveness, intention, and calmness.

14. Turnoffs? Gah it’s so situational and I never know when something is going to give me the ick. I think willful ignorance is number one. Like if someone sends a message with my pinned word but the message contains unsolicited sexy roleplay, I’m immediately squicked. Like brother (it’s always men in my experience) you read it but did you -read- it? That’s a lame example but yeah ignorance and boundary pressing behavior.

15. Favorite movie. I get so much shit for this all the time but it’s Armageddon. Bruce Willis was in his peak imho in 97 for The Fifth Element and in 98 for Armageddon. It’s a stellar fucking cast- Steve Buscemi, Liv Tyler, Michael Clarke Duncan,Billy Bob Thornton, and there’s also Ben Affleck and Owen Wilson. Yes. I know. It’s a Michael Bay film but I feel like it gets a pass because it’s pre-Transformers. It’s so bad it’s good again, from hysterically bad dialogue to criminally incorrect representations of vacuum physics, all to the fucking tune of Aerosmith. Fun fact - NASA uses (or used) Armageddon for management trainees, tasking them to spot as many errors as possible and so far 168 have been noted. Let’s not forget the bonus dvd features interviewing Ben Affleck who essentially laughs his way through every plot hole for five minutes. Suspend your disbelief of any of it making logical sense in a real world environment and it’s a fantastic film and I will die on this hill to the tune of I Don’t Wanna Miss a Thing.

16. I’ll love you if you… think of me fondly.

25. My idea of a perfect date? April 25th. It’s not too hot and not too cold. All you need is light jacket. ^.^ But for real? Probably going for tapas and drinks, maybe a show. Then we come back and get comfy because fuck being out too long and we snuggle and talk and let things go where they may.

27. A description of a person I like. She has the most vibrant brown eyes I’ve ever seen. Black as night sometimes but sometimes they are a rich amber or even chocolate with hints of sienna. Her skin is so soft and inviting. Her hands are soft but strong. She’s taller than me which is nice because sometimes I need to feel small. She’s a talented writer and she’s funny and smart but not a know it all. She does know it all though. About everything. She has a thirst for knowledge that rivals no one else I’ve met. Some of it might be useless knowledge but fuck if she doesn’t retain it like she does cables and puns. I like her a lot.

34. What I find attractive in women? The list of what I don’t find attractive in women would be much shorter. I have been obsessed with the female form for as long as I can remember. I was always embarrassed about it but here it’s okay and welcome to openly worship women and I love that for me.

35. What I find attractive in men? I don’t find many men attractive and the ones I do? They don’t have many physical attributes in common. It’s about how they make me feel. I can’t stand a man who yells. I do appreciate some hair and a squishy tummy and big hands though.

36. Where I would like to live? It’s between California and Barcelona right now. California for friends mostly. Barcelona to escape the political fuckery of this hellscape country. I don’t feel like my family is safe here anymore.

Thanks for all the questions! I really need to pack my tech bag and go to bed soon though. My Lyft will be here in 7 hours. 🫣

[briarborealisocs]

Which of your ocs is most likely to gift someone else flowers?

ohohoho!!! a lovely question. there are many different ways i can think of to gift someone flowers hmmm hm hm

i surpose i shall go world by world again

whoopsverse:

unfortunately neither kiska nor vas are particularly likely to give someone flowers... kiska is more of a "baked goods/garden vegetable" type gifter and vas is more of a "i found a cool worm that i am now going to put in your hands hope you're not scared of bugs!" or "this rock reminded me of you" type gifter

project starstruck:

austral would not give people flowers because she would get too embarrassed about how cheesy it was and she would rather die than be considered cringe. however if someone got her flowers she would probably be so touched that she would cry. boreal on the other hand would just be walking and would see a pretty flower and would immediately pick it and hand it to whoever she was hanging out with. but i don't think she would get people bouquets unless it was a very special occasion

silly superhero story:

brendan powell the dad-aged registered hero would absolutely get someone flowers. the type of fella to give someone a bouquet of roses and daisies when he's asking them out. very sweet very cordial very "raised by grandparents" vibes. grant stoll the dad-aged VILLAIN would also get someone a bouquet but it would be like, an evil bouquet of mad science flowers that like, shoot acid or something. it's not a trap he just thinks they're so cool

phoebe and cyrus, the wright parents, definitely got each other flowers while they were together.. they still send flowers on mothers/fathers day but not romantically anymore as they're separated

and leon wright would also absolutely get people bouquets. he has gotten all of his friends flowers at some point which initially caused mick simmons, his bestie who had a huge puppy crush on him at first (recovered), to become uncharacteristically flustered. dani wright would also get people flowers but not a bouquet that's "too sterile" and "boring" she steals flowers from rich peoples gardens and gives them to her bestie maia clarkson

the weaver's apprentice:

dijah would not get people flowers as she finds it somewhat stupid and also too much of a commitment however if she noticed auryn (@natyune-art) looking at flowers he might find a bouquet on his windowsill with no note later that week. she would not fess up to it unless absolutely necessary

the owl house:

sol would not get people flowers she would much rather give them a potion. eden (who i have not posted about here, but who is an older witch who used to own the palisman that sol will eventually adopt) would conjure up flowers if it would make someone happy :)

pokemon:

my hoenn trainer would sooner attempt to attack you than give you flowers and my unova trainer would probably only give someone flowers if it would make them leave her alone 💕 bonus i think she would gift someone a passive aggressive "fuck you" bouquet if they were really annoying her

[lindira]

Questions for Your Tav - Envy

Part 3! Questions taken from this list of Questions for Your Tav!

What would your Tav consider to be their greatest flaw? Is this accurate?

Envy considers his inability to read his greatest flaw. It's infinitely frustrating for him and makes him feel stupid. He's not stupid, though. He's really intelligent. And on some level, he knows that's true. But it's something he's embarrassed by and doesn't like about himself.

Envy's actual greatest flaw is probably his tendency to mouth off to people, especially people in authority. Envy doesn't like being told what to do, and if he feels something an authority figure is telling him is in the least bit unfair or wrong, he will start insulting them. He doesn't really know when he should pick his battles, so if he doesn't like your attitude or thinks you're being an ass, he will (loudly) let you know. He has lost many jobs and a few friends because he told someone off and they didn't like that.

What opinion does your Tav have about the Gods?

Envy thinks that the gods are all, on some level, assholes. A lot of it stems from his mistrust and dislike of authority. But also, he thinks it's shitty that the gods choose favorites and grant boons or even resurrection to some people but not to others. He's angry that his parents were killed and no one offered to bring them back for him. He's thankful that clerics closed his wounds when his throat is slit and he loses his voice, but angry that actually regenerating his vocal cords so he can sing again would take what, for him at the time, would be an enormous amount of gold or diamond dust. He feels like proper care and healing from the gods is given only to the rich or to the risk-takers. Most normal folk aren't either one of those things.

How does your Tav feel about the wilderness?

Envy doesn't mind the wilderness, but he doesn't love it either. He likes the fresh air and he likes animals, and he thinks the flowers and leaves are pretty. He doesn't mind getting dirty, and likes camping under the stars. But he gets bored of the wilderness easily. He likes noise and people and a little bit of chaos.

How does your Tav feel about the city?

He loves the city. Being born and raised in Baldur's Gate, he likes the bustle and hint of danger of being on the streets. He loves drinking and people-watching at taverns, listening to music and gossip, pickpocketing from tourists and rich patriars with more money than sense.

What motivates your Tav to either embrace or resist the tadpole?

Envy is hesitant to use the tadpole's powers at first, but starts dabbling in them because he likes the powers it gives him. He has some very specific goals: free Astarion from Cazador for good, gain enough money to repair his vocal cords, and stop the Absolute from fucking destroying everything. He thinks he could probably do those things without the tadpole powers, but why not get a little boost? Their enemies will use whatever they can to gain an advantage. Why shouldn't they?

How does your Tav feel about killing?

Though Envy would prefer not killing, he thinks of it as self-defense for the most part. Some people mean to hurt him and the people he cares about, so he'd better hurt them back. Or, preemptively, he should hurt them first. He also thinks some people deserve to be killed, even if they haven't hurt him directly. People who prey on the weak - especially on children - deserve to die. The world would be better off without them.

But if given a choice, Envy would rather humiliate a person than kill them. The comeuppance is far more satisfying.

How good of a liar is your Tav? How do they feel about lying?

Envy is a very good liar. Despite his horns and pointed tail, he has a very trustworthy face, and lies convincingly. (He convinces the orthon to kill all their allies and themself.) Envy very few qualms about lying, but actually really values honesty. He's genuine to people he cares about, and greatly appreciates it when they're honest to him too.

What is your Tav’s greatest fear?

Being alone and being forgotten.

What is your Tav’s greatest desire?

To have a family again. Envy might say that his greatest desire is fame and fortune, but if he did some self-reflection, he'd realize all he really wants is to have someone who loves him unconditionally.

What is your Tav’s greatest regret?

I'm not sure if it's a regret, exactly, but Envy wishes he could have done something to save Astarion from Cazador (before the events of the game). He was training with that goal in mind, but he recognized that he wasn't going to gain enough skill to kill Cazador on his own, and didn't know how to go about gathering a party to help him do it. I think Envy views this as a shortcoming rather than a regret. He's determined to do it, but is mad at himself for not having been able to do it yet.

[mariavlc82]

I don't usually get asks when I reblog an ask game, so... I'm gonna answer some of these questions unprompted:

Is a kiss considered cheating? Yes, and that's something that you should discuss with your significant other at the beginning of your relationship.

Have you ever faked orgasm? No

If you could have one superpower, what would it be? Reading minds at will.

Do you think you are going to be rich in 7-8-9 years? No, LOL, I'm not even trying to.

If you had to choose one way to die, what would it be? I would like my heart to stop beating during my sleep.

What are your current goals? A stable position in my current job and renovating my flat.

Do you like your body? I try to be ok with it, but I gained 10 kg in 4 years and it bothers me.

Can you keep a diet? I've never tried.

If the whole world listened to you right now, what would you say? Be kind, get vaccinated and climate change is real.

Do you work? Yes, for the past 17 years I've only been jobless for 6 months or so.

Would you get a tattoo? No.

Something you don’t mind spending all your money on? Food.

Can you drive? Yes.

What was the last thing you cried for? A couple of days ago I attended the graduation ceremony at my school and I shed a tear or two. I am very fond of some of those kids.

Do you keep a journal? No, I have never been able to.

Is life fun? It should be.

Are grades in school important? Yes they are, but they are not the most important thing.

What was the last book/movie that really impressed you? Oppenheimer and Dune Part 2.

What was your last lie? "Have a nice summer, thanks for everything" Me at a parent-teacher meeting.

Is crying in front of people embarrassing? No, but try not to cry in front of people you don't trust; they may use it against you.

Something you are good at? Explaining things, all my students say I am very good at that.

Do you like small kids? Depends on the kid. After a couple of hours I usually get tired.

What would you name your daughter/son? Lola / Álvaro.

What do you need to be happy? Peace of mind.

Is there someone you want to punch in the face right now? Some students and some parents (if you are a teacher you know the feeling).

What was the last gift you received? A cute notebook from one of my students.

What was the last gift you gave? Clothes to my brother in law for his birthday.

Is there something in the past you wish you hadn’t done? Probably some heated argument.

Name one thing that terrifies you. The deep ocean.

What kind of books do you read? Historic novels are my favourite.

What is your favourite flower? Pansies.

Any bad habits you have? Chocolate.

What kind of people are you attracted to? Intelligent and kind.

What was the last thing you cried for? At my dad's funeral.

Is there something you don’t eat? Some food that truly disgust you? Raw fish.

What are 3 things that irritate you about the same sex? What irritates me about some women (because you cannot generalize) is pouty attitude (crying and making pouty lips in order to get things), female misoginy and thinking that if they are not perfect in every aspect they don't have any value.

What are 3 things that irritate you about the opposite sex? One thing that shocks me about some men (you cannot generalize) is that they really go through life thinking they world revolves around them. Arrogance irritates me so much. And last, but not least, many of them think women have reached equality and don't face sexism, and I am always there to explain why they are incorrect.

What are you saving money for? Renovating my flat.

How would you describe your bad side? Mean and petty.

Are you actually a good person? Why? People say I am, I am not so sure, but I try not to judge and I try to help.

Have you ever done anything illegal? Piracy.

Have you ever cheated on someone? No.

Do you play any computer games? What is your favourite game? Transport Tycoon and The Sims (I am old)

Favourite TV series? So many to choose just one (currently obsessions: House of the Dragon and Interview with the Vampire).

Are you religious? Does God exist? No. I don't think so, but also I don't think humans are capable of comprehend the concept of God so who knows.

What do you think about vegetarianism/veganism? It's your choice. And don't forget that choosing what you eat and what you don't eat is a luxury many people don't have.

How long have you been on Tumblr? 12 years.

Do you like Chineese food? Yes.

McDonalds or Subway? McDonalds.

Ever been out of your province/state/country? Yes to all.

What colour are the walls in your room? White.

Share your favourite quote. The quote from Gandalf "All we have to do is decide what to do with the time that is given to us" is one of my favourite, but I am sure there are many more I can't remember right now.

What is the meaning of life? To live it.

Do you like horror movies? Not specially.

Have you ever made your mum cry? What happened? Yes, whenever we argue about somethig serious, she's very sensitive.

Do you feel lucky or special in a way? Yes and no simultaneously.

Can you keep a secret? If it is important, yes.

[wonhaz]

astronomy - y.jw

pairing : jungwon x fem!reader genre : angst, childhood friends to lovers to strangers, a little fluff, inspired by conan gray's song - astronomy wc : 1.5k warnings : break up, skinship (cuddling), a lot of time skips, that's all i think? (lmk if there are more!) synopsis : jungwon is your childhood friend and you end up falling in love with him, you were both like two stars shining together in the sky, or so you thought. what happens when he chooses to part ways and forgets about you? maybe you're just two worlds apart. a/n : the middle picture of jungwon laying on the red flowers was literally giving superache album cover

"we drive through the woods, rich neighborhoods to watch" jungwon was your childhood friend.

you've known him since you were born because your mothers were friends and had given birth months apart. you practically grew up together, you spent your days walking to school, watching movies or playing with him. when both of you were 7 you made a pinky promise, "promise to never leave each other?" "promise."

"we joked as we looked that they were too good for us"

pinky promise forgotten, with both of you now 16, he asks you a question that catches you off guard. "(name), do you have a crush?" "no, I don't, why do you ask?" you replied tilting your head in confusion. "nothing, all my friends have crushes so I was wondering if you had one. the rich kids around here are too good for us anyway." he states and you both burst out in laughter. you have shared laughs with jungwon before, but this time you feel giddy and strange, something you've never felt before. maybe you did have a crush after all.

~

maybe its only a one time thing you thought, but your feelings remained, it was clear. Your feelings for jungwon weren't going anywhere.

you sit at your desk one night, looking through your window at the dimly lit room across from you.

jungwon's room.

there he was, laying on his bed on his phone with the window slightly open to let the night breeze in, you don't know what came over you but you felt bold. grabbing a piece of pink paper on your table, you pour your heart out. thinking long and hard about what to write, you hurriedly fold the pink paper into an airplane and open your window. aiming it carefully, you throw it towards his window, watching it float down onto the floor beside him, you see him look up from his phone, and look at you. flashing him an awkward and embarrassed smile, he reaches for the paper plane carefully unfolds it. you watch as jungwon's eyes scan the paper and hold your breathe.

dear jungwon, when i'm with you, it feels different now, i value our friendship, but lately i've been wanting more. we have done so many things together, we've traveled the seas, we've ridden the stars, we've seen everything, from saturn to mars. your eyes are like black holes, i fear of getting lost in them. you're my universe, and i think i like you. -(name)

what will he say? will it ruin your friendship? will this change things? You hadn't thought about it that far.

after what seems like hours, he looks up from the paper with flushed cheeks, you watch as he slowly walks to his own desk and scribbles something on a piece of paper. he holds it up to the window and you can't believe what you're seeing.

"i like you too, be my universe?"

you flash him a soft smile which he returns and you nod, his smile widens and he mouths you a "see you tomorrow" to which you flash a thumbs up, smiling as you close the curtains as he does the same.

~

mornings were now spent walking hand in hand to school, jungwon offering to carry your bag for you, hanging out in the others house, sleeping over, and cuddling in bed.

it was perfect.

you both were happy together and you thought nothing could change what you both had now.

"now i know, now i know. it's time to go, it's time to go"

college. you decided to stay and chose a college near you, the same couldn't be said for jungwon. he had a dream. the dream to be an idol, to perform on a stage. you knew he auditioned, a part of you wished he didn't pass, but it felt selfish of you. when he got the news that he had passed, he told you first, you gave him a smile but he didn't seem to notice the sadness behind it. now here you are, standing outside his house about to say goodbye.

"(name), can i talk to you really quick?"

you nod and jungwon leads you to the side of the garden, and you prepare yourself. "lets break up." he says. you're taken aback never did you think he would do this. "jungwon w-what are you saying?" "i'm being serious (name), i want. to break up" he says with no expression. "what did i do wrong? we can work it out just tell me what's wrong" you say your voice shaking, "i don't feel the spark anymore (name), it's getting boring, you're getting boring and i want to end this." he makes his way back to the car before you can say anything.

"stop trying to keep us alive, you can't force the stars to align when they've already died."

you were going to reassure him that you could work around the distance between you. but what's done is done, his dream was his main goal and nothing was going to stop him from achieving it. you watch as he hugs his parents and gets in the car, making eye contact with you, his eyes expressionless proof that he truly did have no more interest in you. heart breaking, he drives off and his parents make their way back inside their house, but you can't move. you're stuck standing there, jungwon, your love, was gone.

"from far away, i wish i'd stayed with you"

you tried to move on you really did, it took a long time for you to get over him. you forced yourself to forget, forget all the memories you made together, the pink promise you made, everything. you saw him rise to success, you were happy for him. but it still pained you to think about what you could've been if he still had that spark, if he didn't leave, if he still loved you. you were not fond of loud concerts and people continuously screaming and jumping but here you were, in front of a concert stadium. your friend had bought 2 tickets for her and another friend but her friend ended up cancelling last minute taking you instead. you would rather be at home and asleep than here, surrounded by thousands of other people your age, and bound to stand up for the next 2 hours because your friend had gotten floor seats. the lights starts to dim and the audience erupts into cheers, the stage lights come on highlighting 7 boys standing. the camera focuses on the one in the middle and your heart drops.

jungwon. it was jungwon.

"but here face to face, a stranger that i once knew."

you didn't expect to see him ever again, not like this at least, at his groups concert. dumbstruck, you try to ignore the fact that your at your ex's concert and try to enjoy the music. after a few songs, they end their dance and stop to talk to the fans. the group does their introduction and each member introduces themself. the 6 other members finish and jungwon goes last. his face is focused on the screen and the crowd starts chanting, "hello everyone, i'm jungwon and thank you for coming tonight!" he says with a big smile. he may have changed but his smile was just like you remember it. you watch as he walks around the edge of the stage approaching your section, you can see him better now and it all starts coming back to you, all the memories together.

he waves at the fans and you make eye contact, his smile slightly fades and he looks just as surprised as you did when you first saw him on stage. he slowly raises his hand and waves at you not breaking eye contact and flashes you an embarrassed smile and turns around to walk to the other sections, but not without turning around to look at you again. you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding and your friend notices, "are you okay? you haven't said anything since they came on stage." giving you a concerned look. "i'm okay, just the adrenaline rush i guess." you lie reassuring her that you were fine, your heart was beating fast at the sight of jungwon again.

as the concert comes to an end, the members say their final greetings, each one thanks the fans in their speeches. "tonight was a special one for me, and i'd like to thank each and every one of you for coming, i hope we all see each other again!" he says with a smile, he looks at you in the eye again "i love you." and maybe, just maybe, that was directed to you. but no one could know that and they never should know, the crowd starts cheering again as they bow and the lights come to a dim. you were now strangers to each other, the past didn't matter.

you're just a normal girl, jungwon is an idol.

it's like astronomy, you're two worlds apart.

[bikerjongho]

word count: 700

warnings: N/A

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hongjoong

Kissing Hongjoong is sitting at a fireplace. For a man so passionate and fiery, he makes you feel warm and soft when he kisses you. With his hand just behind your neck and his lips on yours, he has the ability to melt away all of your worries and concerns. He leans in and makes sure he knows you know he loves you, because he loves you tenderly, dearly, and would run with you to the ends of the Earth so long as his spirit willed him to do so.

seonghwa

Kissing Seonghwa is buttercream icing on a cupcake. His lips are light and rich, melting into you as he holds your waist. His eyes give away his love, they sparkle like stars in the night sky. Constellations are what you see when you lock eyes, and constellations are the last thing you see before he brings you into bliss with a kiss. Seonghwa loves deeply and eternally because his eyes are the windows to his heart, the organ that beats for you.

yunho

Kissing Yunho is brushing your hand against flowers in a field. He tickles, sometimes, because being gentle is in his nature and his fingers can’t help but slide over you as he moves up your arms to your face before leaning in and kissing you. You giggle at his touch, both the touch of his lips and the touch of his tickly hands prior. And Yunho will smile with you, because seeing and hearing your happiness when you are with him is his reason for being.

yeosang

Kissing Yeosang is cooking homemade soup. When he’s with you, he feels centered, and when he leans in to kiss you, a warmth envelops him that makes him never want to let you go. Knowing Yeosang is a winter day, but loving Yeosang is warm and safe and kind. He leaves you filled and nurtured, a feeling that can only be felt at home. Home isn’t just a place, it’s a person, and Yeosang brings that to you when his embrace finds you.

san

Kissing San is an illustrious bow on stage. A man of many faces and expressions, he can’t help but remain classy and confident when your lips meet his. His arms envelop you, and after a loving and long kiss, he switches to small ones on other areas of your face, popcorn against your skin. Kissing San is a performance in itself, but when he kisses you, the world around you disappears, and his admiration and love for you is anything but acting.

mingi

Kissing Mingi is resting your head on a cool pillow. He’s always there for you, a presence that is persistent and enduring regardless of the day you had. Your head lies on his chest, a precursor for the kiss, because Mingi loves your touch as much as you love his. And when he can’t get enough of you, his gentle hands lift up your chin and you taste his even gentler lips. Loving Mingi is musical, a song, and the giggle that comes from him when you are kissing is the harmony that ties your love together.

wooyoung

Kissing Wooyoung is eating pop rocks. One moment you’re laughing with him, his laugh as sweet as a bell, when your eyes lock and he nods, and then you are moving with him in a tenderhearted kiss. Fireworks might as well have exploded behind you two. Wooyoung adores kissing you, yet you never see him coming when he does. It sends you into an embarrassed and blushing frenzy time and time again. Wooyoung is a work of art that never stays on a singular path, moving in zigzag and curving patterns that you’ve grown to treasure.

jongho

Kissing Jongho is wrapping yourself in bubble wrap. When he loves you, and he loves you dearly, and he’ll never let you go. His kisses are long and deep because Jongho is a man that never does anything halfway. His arms, strong and reliable, wrap around you with the surefire guarantee that you will be both safe, loved, and protected so long as you have him in your heart. Jongho’s embrace is comforting, and when he kisses you, you’re there to hold him while he melts into mush at your lips and touch.