#tulippa

[nuriaabajo]

I'm curious about mama mymble's juicy gossip

@nuriaabajo art

[flowerbloom-arts]

for the pride icon request, could you draw tulippa from the great flood with the lesbian flag? i love your muddler art by the way!! <3

Thank you!!! Here she is <333

[marshmallow-maya]

Tulippa

[rosie-love98]

Fan Theory: Tulippa Is Alicia's Mother:

Ok, I know this is a stretch for obvious reasons (for one Alicia is around the same age as Snufkin, Moomin and the gang) and, according to the wiki, she leaves the Moomins to be with a guy at a light house.

BUT, since this is the 90's anime I'm talking about, some liberties could be taken. For one, Tulippa could be a product of The Witch's magical experimenting that led to making a human from a flower (a la "Thumbelina" or like the Power Puff Girls). Somehow, (maybe in another of Moominpapa's memoirs) she'd meet and marry the Light House Boy. Alicia would then be the result.

What do you think?

[sollyglo]

Scibbles

[skipblebee]

Blue hair n pronouns

[alwaysmanages]

To keep the art posts active here, have some old doodles of a few characters I drew for the first time, plus glamoured My~

[skruttet]

not the best quality but it's a little longer than the video I've posted before (plus that had text on it) (x)

[ao3feed-johnlock]

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/sj6u7dB

by Tulippa

What about combining Pride and Prejudice with the story of Sherlock Holmes and John Watson? The action of this short story (or is it already a mini-novel?) takes place before the adventures described by Arthur Conan Doyle begin, before Holmes and Watson took up residence in Baker Street. It is set in more or less Victorian times, that is, I have tried to include the realities of the era described, drawing on relevant sources. The text is loosely inspired by Jane Austen's 'Pride and Prejudice' - enough so that you will recognise the characters and plots without hesitation, but they are merely a reference point for my own stories. It is undoubtedly a romance and as such is governed by its own rules, but in keeping with the spirit of the Holmes stories, films and series, it also contains mysteries (some even criminal). I hope you will have fun finding their solutions to the characters. Please note, the story contains erotic scenes, so you read at your own risk! :)

Words: 77591, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Sherlock (TV), Sherlock Holmes & Related Fandoms, Sherlock Holmes - Arthur Conan Doyle, Pride and Prejudice - Jane Austen

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/M, M/M

Characters: Sherlock Holmes, John Watson, Mycroft Holmes, Greg Lestrade, Irene Adler (Sherlock Holmes), James Moriarty, John Watson's Family

Relationships: Sherlock Holmes/John Watson, Mycroft Holmes/Greg Lestrade, Irene Adler & Sherlock Holmes, James Moriarty/John Watson

Additional Tags: Crossover

February 11, 2023 at 08:07PM

[nuriaabajo]

Tulippa  sketch by  @nuriaabajo.tumblr.com

[flowerbloom-arts]

hello! im not sure how obscure you want the characters but could i bother you for a pansexual tulippa? (i am in love with her) (do people still count her as a canon character???i never see her anywhere ;;)

I already drew Tulippa with the lesbian flag so here's one with the pan flag!

And yeah there's not an insubstantial amount of fanart if you go out of your way to look for it! She's one of those cult favorite obscure characters.

[tulipatheticee]

i've been waiting for you

violet bridgerton x youngest! daughter

bridgerton siblings x younger! sibling

synopsis; From the moment Edmund Bridgerton passed, leaving his wife widowed with eight children and one on the way, Violet found herself adrift until the arrival of Isadora, her youngest daughter. Isadora, quiet and calm, becomes Violet's constant companion in bustling Mayfair, offering solace and steadfast support at her mother's side.

word count; 1.3k

master list

a/n; i have arisen yet again, this is my first bridgerton fic so hello to the brigderton tag! i have archived all my old stuff because they are old and tbh the fandoms have died SO LET ME INTRODUCE MYSELF

my name is tulippa and im from sicily, im pretty confident in my english now but let me know if you see any errors! i mainly write fluffy family stuff like this, i love it idk. if you like this and want to see more like it let me know and ill provide for you! but its not like i wont write x reader romance cmon of course i will, but im best at parentxchild and siblings (PLATONIC ALWAYS DONT BE WEIRD) anyways i could go on and on but i wont, enjoy!!!

kinda proof read, kinda not, you've been warned

I'll carry you all the way

Violet Bridgerton had weathered many storms in her life, but none so devastating as the loss of her beloved husband, Edmund. His passing left her shattered, a widow with eight children to care for and another on the way. The pregnancy was fraught with complications, exacerbated by Violet's grief and the toll it took on her health.

Days turned into months as Violet withdrew into herself, mourning Edmund's absence even as life continued around her. Her family rallied, but Violet's sorrow was a heavy veil that separated her from them. It was during those long, solitary hours that she felt the weight of loneliness and the fear of losing both husband and child.

And you'll choose the day

The labour came unexpectedly, fierce and unforgiving. Violet's strength waned, her heart weary from loss and longing. The doctors and midwives worked tirelessly, their faces etched with concern. Hours passed like eternity until finally, a cry pierced the air—a fragile, yet determined cry that signalled new life.

Isadora was born amidst tears and relief, a tiny bundle of hope wrapped in Violet's trembling arms. The room, once fraught with fear, now glowed with a soft, golden light as mother and daughter gazed at each other for the first time. In that moment, everything seemed to still, and Violet knew she had been granted a miracle.

When you're prepared to greet me

She named her daughter Isadora, after the delicate Dahlia flower that Edmund had loved tending in their garden—a reminder of the beauty that bloomed even in the darkest of times.

As Isadora grew, she became Violet's constant companion, a beacon of joy and innocence in the Bridgerton household. Her older siblings doted on her, especially Anthony, Benedict, and Colin, who saw in her a reflection of their lost father's spirit. Isadora's laughter filled the halls of Bridgerton House and her curious mind sought solace in the quiet moments spent with her mother.

One afternoon, in the hushed serenity of the drawing room, Isadora sat at the pianoforte while Violet embroidered nearby. The soft melodies Isadora coaxed from the keys wove through the air, a testament to her growing talent and Violet's nurturing guidance.

"Does this sound right, Mama?" Isadora asked, her voice a melody in itself.

Violet looked up from her embroidery, a fond smile gracing her lips. "It sounds perfect, darling. You have a gift."

Isadora beamed with pride, her small hands continuing their dance over the keys. Despite her tender age, she played with a grace that belied her years, a testament to the bond she shared with her mother and the legacy of love that surrounded her.

I'll be a good mum, I swear

Anthony, Benedict, and Colin entered the room together, their voices low with shared memories and unspoken affection for their youngest sister. Anthony, ever the protective eldest brother, approached Isadora and knelt beside her.

"How are you today, Isa?" he asked softly, brushing a strand of hair from her forehead.

"I am well, Anthony," Isadora replied, her gaze never leaving the keys. "Mama teaches me a new piece every day."

"Is that so?" Benedict chimed in, leaning over to peer at the sheet music. "You are quite talented, little one."

"Indeed," Colin added with a smile. "Father would have been proud."

Violet's heart swelled with bittersweet emotion at the mention of Edmund. She had feared she might forget the sound of his voice or the warmth of his touch, but in Isadora, she found echoes of him that kept his memory alive.

You'll see how much I care

"Mama, are you well?" Isadora asked suddenly, sensing the shift in her mother's mood.

Violet blinked back tears, her hand reaching out to clasp Isadora's. "I am well, my love. I am with you, and that is enough."

Isadora nodded solemnly, her understanding far beyond her years. Together, they continued their afternoon ritual, finding solace in music and shared moments that bridged the gap between past sorrows and future joys.

When you meet me

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In the sunlit gardens of Bridgerton House, where the scent of roses mingled with the laughter of children, Isadora found herself in the company of her older sister, Hyacinth, and brother, Gregory. Despite their lively spirits, they adapted to Isadora's quieter demeanour, creating a harmony that transcended their differences.

You thrill me, you delight me

"Isa, look what I found!" Hyacinth exclaimed, holding a caterpillar in her small hands with excitement.

Isadora approached cautiously, her eyes widening with curiosity. "Oh, wow! What is it?"

Gregory, always eager to share his knowledge, chimed in, "It's a caterpillar, Isa! Hyacinth and I were just talking about how it turns into a butterfly."

Hyacinth nodded eagerly. "Yes, Isa! It's like magic! One day, it will have beautiful wings and fly everywhere!"

Isadora's face lit up with wonder. "That's amazing! Can I hold it?"

Hyacinth carefully passed the caterpillar to Isadora, who watched it crawl across her palm with fascination. Gregory leaned in, his eyes bright with enthusiasm. "Let's play tag, Isa! You're it!"

You please me, you excite me

Isadora giggled as Gregory darted away, Hyacinth joining in the chase. "Catch us if you can, Isa!"

Isadora laughed, her heart light as she chased after her siblings through the garden paths, their laughter mingling with the rustle of leaves and the gentle hum of bees. Despite their differences in temperament, they found joy in each other's company, weaving memories that would last a lifetime.

You're all that

I've been yearning for

— —- —- —- —-

In the quiet of evening, as the Bridgerton family gathered for supper, Isadora remained close to Violet's side. Gregory and Hyacinth, full of youthful exuberance, regaled their siblings with tales of mischief and adventure, and how Isadora won tag earlier in the afternoon. The three eldest Brigderton men shared the lovely pianoforte they witnessed Isadora performing in the morning and spoke of how she is progressing very, while Eloise, Francesca, and Daphne shared knowing glances over the table.

I love you, I adore you

"Isa, do you have to be better than us at everything?" Eloise teased playfully, nudging Isadora with her elbow.

Isadora looked up, a hint of confusing in her eyes, she went to speak before Violet interjected “ "Eloise is just being foolish, darling, she means well”

Isadora quickly understood and replied "I only wish to be like everyone else Eloise, you are so clever, and Francesca is so graceful, and Daphne—"

"—is the epitome of charm," Francesca finished with a smile, her gaze softening as she looked at her youngest sister.

I lay my life before you

Daphne reached across the table to tousle Isadora's hair gently. "You are quite the storyteller yourself, Isa. Perhaps one day you'll write tales that surpass even Eloise's wild adventures."

Isadora's face lit up with delight at the praise from her sisters. "Do you really think so, Daphne?"

"Absolutely," Daphne assured her. "You have a way with words and a heart as big as all of Mayfair."

I only want you more and more

Violet watched the exchange with a tender smile, her heart swelling with pride at the bond between her daughters. Despite the challenges they had faced as a family, moments like these reminded her of the joy that filled their lives.

And finally it seems

My lonely days are through

Later that night, as Isadora drifted off to sleep, surrounded by the love of her siblings, Violet tucked her in with a sense of peace. The Bridgertons, each unique in their strengths and passions, formed a tapestry of love and support that would guide Isadora through the years ahead.

I've been waiting for you

"You are so loved, Isadora," Violet whispered, pressing a gentle kiss to her daughter's forehead. "Never doubt that."

Isadora stirred, a contented smile playing on her lips. 

I've been waiting…

And as Violet watched over her sleeping daughter, she knew that the bonds of siblinghood, and the enduring love of family would carry Isadora through any storm that life might bring.

…For you

pt2

a/n pt2; thats it guys :( i actually had so much fun writing this and if you want anymore of violet and isa or any of the siblings with isa let me know because i'd love for this to become a little oneshot series typa thing! your feedback is greatly appreciated <3

all my love!

~tulippa

[a-bee-wizard]

it is once again time for knitting WIPs show and tell

Light blue/purple Oslo hat

My first mohair+something else project. I always thought that mohair looked kind of gross in pictures, but actually touching it with my hands? Yeah I get the hype.

I especially like how the colours work when you use two strands of yarn like this. It's like the thing is two colours at once, which is pretty cool.

Also this thing is probably my most expensive project per stitch because all yarn in this projects has some % of silk.

Forest Poet

Hey, finished object! I actually finished this in like august or september, idr. Very soft and comfy (alpaca/silk blend) and knit up surprisingly quickly considering it's lace knit on a 3,5 mm needle.

I wish i knit the cuffs a biiit longer though. I made the sleeves elbow length, which i'm happy with, but the cobination of bending my elbows+body heat makes them scrunch up a bit more then i like.

Poppy Waffle

I could probably finish this in like a week or less if i just put my mind to it, it's pretty chunky yarn on a 4 mm needle. I'm typically a wooden needles kind of gal, but this non-superwash regular ass wool is NOT AT ALL as slippery as I'm used to. Kind of wish i had more metal needles.

Bound off using my beloved icelandic bind off on the sleeve instead of doing an i-cord like the pattern calls for. I'm just not a huge fan of the look of i-cord bind offs. Might do it on the body just to try it when the time comes.

Doing the sleeves first to make sure i have enough yarn. The body is going to have a somewhat cropped fit, but i actually think i have more yarn than i need anyway - despite the fact that i kind of cheaped out and got 11 balls instead of 12.

"how come you spend money on all of these silk blends, but cheap out on regular wool?"

I contain multitudes.

Hippa Tulippa mittens (not pictured)

I just wanted to add to the record that i DID finish them, i just can't be bothered to take any pictures of them.

UPCOMING PROJECTS

Socks using some yarn i got this summer. Will start probably as soon as i finish the hat.

Cardigan using the same type of wool as my woolly waffle sweater + the same kind of mohair as in the oslo hat. I need a cardigan. I can knit a cardigan. So I will make myself a cardigan. Should probably start buying materials since i plan on starting it as soon as i finish the waffle sweater.

BONUS - NOT KNITTING

look at this bracelet i made for my mom, boy

[samukovaart]

The adventures of Mimi & Pipi!

Marnie and Tulippa followed Mimi around the house very cautiously as she carried trays of biscuits and sweet treats out of Tulippa’s kitchen. Mimi was very meticulous about party planning, but a loud whistle blew from the kitchen rushing everyone back to it. Mimi carefully carried her favorite tea kettle from the kitchen placing it down on the table. Before Mimi could warn anyone of it’s temperature a loud “OW!” shook the dining room as Marnie pulled at the table cloth spilling some tea onto her hand. Mimi frowned at Marnie’s impatience.

“But - I just want to try your famous blackberry tea right now” Marnie pouted as Mimi began to pour everyone's tea into their cups. Mimi shook her head and began to inch further and further away from Marnie, climbing up on the chairs and then standing on her tippy toes to avoid Marnie’s wrath.

Marnie who was now looking quite cross and reaching out after Mimi kept repeating “I’m old enough to pour my own kettle” again and again. Pipi, unaware of what was transpiring, sat under the dining table entranced in his slice of strawberry cake.

[skipblebee]

You thought the Tulippa and Reijo fixation was over,,,,,, but you were WRONG!!!!!!!!!!!!!