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asheanon · 11 months

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Vincent Valentine running a tea shop.

— For @/Carendsyaz1 (on Twitter)

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Tea Story Time...

At low volume, a strangely familiar tune can be heard playing from within. Though soft and slightly somber, there was something almost bewitching about its sound. For those who felt themselves inquisitive enough to stop by or simply take a little peek inside, the melody often served to pull them in. And if it wasn't enough to keep them there, then another provocation of the senses surely would.

While the space wasn't necessarily sizeable, it was made good use of. The interior was largely cast in black, embellished with mahogany trim and other forms of furniture and decor. Rows of shelves lined the walls - all of which were lined themselves with boxes and tins containing loose leaf tea blends. In one corner, what could best be described as "Victorian Gothic-esque" tea sets were made available with respective displays. In another, a variety of delectable baked goods could be found. It was sleek, elegant and dark. Pardoning some splashes of color, at least.

A modest collection of carmine roses and other fair forms of flower were scattered about and presented daintily, accenting the shelves and countertops. While these floral arrangements were far from abundant, oddly, their fragrance seemed to prove stronger than their number. It dared to puzzle you. Before your curiosity got the better of you, however, a door behind the counter opened.

A gentleman with long raven hair, partly obscured by a headband of a similar shade, emerged with a tray in hand. Following him, a wave of an even stronger rendition of the botanical scent wafted towards you. With a lean figure complimented by a cobalt dress shirt and black dress pants, it was soon made apparent to you... He was tall, dark and... well... he was a pretty handsome fellow too. Had it not been for the metallic shimmer of his silver tray, golden arm and rather pallid complexion, he threatened to blend right into the walls. What's that? Golden arm? Why, but of course!

Donned upon his left arm was a metal gauntlet bearing a golden sheen - large, clawed and unlike anything you had ever seen an employee in your local area wear. Its peculiarity begot intrigue.

He carefully sat the tray down upon the furthest counter, retrieving a pinch of something red, then another of something violet, dropping them both into a small metal infuser. It was then that he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Welcome." He offered a simple greeting. A moment was spared as an electric kettle was given power before he turned to face you. You were met with dark crimson eyes.

For whatever reason, you felt oddly compelled to purchase a lemon raspberry scone in particular... this same compulsion drove you to remark on the "heavenly aroma" just as well. And, as was made evident, there appeared to be a tea in the making right before your very eyes... so, naturally, one would only speculate what manner of tea it could it be, right? Right! Between the redolence and an innate sense of wonder, understandably, you found yourself pressed enough to ask about it.

Logging your order, the man then offered you a subtle nod and an even subtler smile. One that was easily missed. He retrieved a box from nearby, handing it off to you with the assurance it was a similar blend. It was titled "Rose On The Grey."

Clearly, it contained flowers; rose petals and lavender blossoms deemed safe for consumption, but it also bore black tea layered with hints of vanilla and bergamot. In essence, it was a blend of traditional Earl Grey with mostly floral additions.

"Goes well with cream and sugar." He added.

As you seemed preoccupied enough via examining the tea box's contents, he excused himself a moment more, tending to the now well heated kettle. He placed the infuser into a decorative black teacup, moderately gilded. It was one of two, now.

"Would you like a sample?"

Uh, yes. You would like a sample. In fact, when he inquired whether or not you would like any additives, you insisted that it be prepared the way he would personally prepare it. To your delight, he was willing to oblige.

The lull in time placed between the present and preparing two teacups worth of specialty tea felt to pass by effortlessly. A small, intricate table made for two beckoned you over. You took a seat with your scone and the box of tea that was not quite yours (yet,) but you felt compelled to let it accompany you nonetheless. Additional details within the shop catered to the eye as you waited.

"Here." Eventually, an elegant little cup of piping hot tea was presented to you, complete with the recommended amounts of both cream and sugar. Despite the somewhat impassive fashion in which it was bestowed upon you, you can tell it was made with love. Your intuition told you so.

Lightly blowing at the steam, you boldly went in for a sip - only to be stopped with a small "mm-mm." He had his back turned to you, returning to the counter. Had he heard you? How did he know?

The man insisted that you wait just a minute or two more, lest you burn your tongue. It was as if stories of visiting tea-samplers previous to you told themselves in the way he handled the situation. Fine, you would wait...

... But when you were done waiting, it was all yours. The revered first sip of the dark, mysterious shopkeeper's tea - of which seemed just as dark and mysterious, yet sweet as he.

#🌠 Ashe Anon | Writing 📖#Vincent ⚰️🦇#Tea time and chill #🍵🥧#So...#about the “deemed safe for consumption” part...#on another episode of “I learned _ while writing”#there are apparently types of lavender that are safe for consumption #(English lavender)#and others that are considered unsafe #due to having higher levels of camphor in them #(French or Spanish lavender)#All rose types are apparently fine #though!#They just have different flavor profiles depending on the type #🌈 the more you know #thank you for the prompt!#and now for something completely different 🏃‍♂️#(written addition)

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claviculars · 1 year

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Landscape - Mediterranean Landscape Photo of a mid-sized mediterranean partial sun side yard gravel garden path in summer.

#landscape #salvia #bishop's chimney arch #french lavender #old-world #spanish colonial #california live oaks

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salmonidos · 5 months

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Technically since Gallifreyans are a telepathic species, their language should have telepathic elements right? Telepathy doesn't work the same way as spoken language, so when talking about telepathic communication in a spoken or written way, there'd probably be a lot of language that would be hard for us humans to understand. Then... verb tenses and time-travel plus fixed and non-fixed points, things that never happened but they did. And personal pronouns and incarnations.

I also wonder if there'd be words derived of Rassilon with so many Things Of Rassilon. Like perhaps a shorter word that just means Of Rassilon, or a specific sound. Talking of sounds, perhaps there's two sounds that sound the same to a non-telepathic species but they have a telepathic element and you get /a/ (feels like lavender) and /a/ (feels like burning inside a volcano) ?? Microtelepathy-

Yeah it'd be a whole mess. Imagine studying that. You thought Spanish verb tenses and gendered words were hard? French sounds?? yeah well

In fact I'm more inclined to think the funny circles we see in the series aren't phonetically equivalent to words but telepathically equivalent to concepts. I do love having the circular phonetic gallifreyan stuff around but I don't think it'd be phonetic in their universe at all.

#IDK I just this would be so cool I think. Microtelepathy strings of sensations for the words...#doctor who #gallifreyan #gallifrey #lux rambles

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ariesmusingz · 4 months

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૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა ╱ FLOWER INSPIRIED NAMES MASTERLIST ( below the cut is #35 flower names and meanings of the names/origins. they are feminine names but can be used for any muse. please like / reblog if you found useful. )

azalea / greek origin that means dry.

belladonna / italian origin that means beautiful lady. poisonous flower.

blossom / anglo-saxon origin that came from the word blostma which means flower of a plant.

calla / greek origin that means beautiful.

celosia / greek original that comes from the word kelos which means burned or aflame.

clover / english origin.

dahlia / scandanavian origin meaning dahl's flower.

daisy / english origin.

flora / latin origin meaning flower.

florentina / latin origin.

freesia / latin origin that means freese's flower.

ginger / english origin that means livelinees or pep.

harmony / latin origin that means concord or unity. harmony is a variety of a dwarf iris.

heather / english origin.

holly / english origin.

hyacinth / greek origin means blue larkspur flower.

iris / greek origin which means rainbow.

ivy / english origin meaning faithfulness.

jacinta / spanish origin meaning hyacinty

jasmine / persian origin.

kahili / hawaiian origin which is a tropical plant.

kalina / slavic origin which means flower.

lavender / french & latin origin.

leilani / hawaiian origin.

lilac / persian origin.

lily / latin origin from the word lilium.

magnolia / french origin.

meadow / english origin meaning grassland.

nanala / hawaiian origin which translates to sunflower.

poppy / latin origin which means from the flower.

posey / english origin meaning bunch of flowers.

rose / latin origin which comes from the word rosa.

violet / latin origin meaning purple.

wisteria / the wister's flower.

zinnia / latin origin means flower.

#name help #name masterlist #name ideas #name suggestions #rpt #rph #content: mine #masterlist: mine

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pinkyjulien · 5 months

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🟨 OC Interview 🎤

Got tagged by @kharonion! Thank youu 💙

━━ Valentin Da Silva

▪ NICKNAME: Val by friends, V by everyone else, RVC00N on the net

▪ GENDER: Male, transgender - He/Him pronouns

▪ ORIENTATION: Gay - DemiSexual

▪ NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY: Born in Nevada, from a French Dad and Spanish Mom

▪ HEIGHT: 163cm / 5"3

▪ STAR SIGN: Virgo (sun, western) - Rat (chinese)

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▪ FAVE FRUIT: Pineapple 🍍

▪ FAVE SEASON: Spring 🌸

▪ FAVE FLOWER: Not a flower, but he loves Succulents 🌱

▪ FAVE SCENT: Lavender, morning rain, leather under the sun 💧

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▪ COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE: Black coffee, Green tea, not a fan of drinking hot chocolate (cold chocolate tho? mmh mmh!)

▪ AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP: All or Nothing, either 3hours or 10hours depending on what he's doing/working on

▪ DOG OR CAT PERSON: Hanged with a few cats in random places in NC, so Cat person! He never met any friendly dogs yet

▪ DREAM TRIP: Some of the biggest Nomad Markets; last time his Bakker clan went there, he was too young to remember anything, he'd love to finally get back there as an adult

▪ NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH: Depends where he sleeps; nights in the desert can get chilly so he usually have 2-3 blankets laying around in their tent, and back of their respective cars

▪ RANDOM FACT: Despite his bubbly personality, Valentin is actually really cold, almost intimidating when first meeting him; he has to build trust before opening up, and trust isn't something he gives easily anymore

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These OC post are always fun to fill ghfhg so thanks again for the tag!

▶ TAGGING - Without any pressure~ @aldecaldhos - @ne0n-rust - @arczism - @arcandoria - @ouroboros-hideout - @elvenbeard - @chipped-chimera - @simply-jason - @corpocookie - @officiallyjewls - @jackiemychoom - @afterdark-vp - @visixv - @butchsquatch - @timemind - @mhbcaps

I don't know at all who already got tagged or not so GFHHGF 👁👄👁 If anyone want to jump in, go ahead 😌👌

#cyberpunk 2077 #valentin da silva #about: valentin #tag game #OC tag game

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lemonxlimee · 2 months

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Okay well I'm bored so here's some of my osc headcanons

Sibling/Family

Pencil and Pen are siblings. Pencil is older by a few years, and Pen has trouble being apart from her for too long due to his RAD (Reactive Attachment Disorder). Marker is their cousin, he's younger than them both.

Tree, Leafy, Flower and Grassy (in that order) are siblings. They usually don't acknowledge this because the age gaps between them are so big, but Flower and Leafy have a propensity to favour each other since their ages are closer and they grew up together. Their ages in BFB are: Tree: 27, Leafy: 19, Flower: 18, Grassy: 6

Woody is a cousin. He's 17 in BFB.

Silver Spoon and Knife are brothers. They don't know that; Silver Spoon was raised in a rich neighbourhood by their mother, and Knife was "raised" by his "father" somewhere else.

Firey and Match are half-siblings. Firey is a little older than Match.

Firey Jr is the result of a failed Firey recovery. The former likes to think of them as brothers, but Firey would rather not think about the little one.

I also agree with the idea that Firey is a fireafy child, but I don't like fireafy so I choose to ignore it.

Paintbrush and Broomer are cousins, and they have lunch over their art every other weekend. Paintbrush is The Broomer Boys' album artist.

Gelatin and Lollipop are not related, but they think of each other as their sibling. Gelatin is younger than Lolly.

Fan and Paper are cousins.

Coiny and Nickel (bfb) are twins, but Nickel is younger.

If they were to be humans, Yin and Yang would be conjoined twins.

Book, Journal and Casey are siblings.

Fan and Fanny are siblings.

General

Black Hole has alexithymia. That means he has trouble identifying his emotions and often feels as if he doesn't have them.

Liy used to be an assassin; that's why she found so much joy and fulfilment in being part of Death PACT.

Because of his RAD, Pen has convinced himself he and Eraser are soulmates.

Two's birthday is 2/2/2002. They're the third-youngest Numeric Algebralien, the only younger being Four (4/12/2004) and X (7/28/2008).

Golf Ball made herself prosthetic arms, but she rarely uses them as she finds them to be "a hassle." Tennis Ball wears him, though, only because he feels an obligation to use GB's invention (since she made it for him, and it would be rude not to accept a gift!)

all the Electric contestants (Remote, TV, Robot Flower, Lightning and Fanny) are in an alliance. Price Tag and Profily are honorary members.

Coiny is dyslexic. That means he has trouble identifying words and letters and often spells and reads things incorrectly.

Bell loves Christmas music and often forces her teammates to go carolling with her every morning in December.

Blocky is great at physics (some of his pranks wouldn't work unless he carefully calculated them first, so he needs to be at least a little smart). One time, while helping nanny one of Rocky and Grassy's playdates, he noticed GB building a contraption where the support beams were slightly too small, and he helped her fix them. Much to the surprise of everyone involved, Blocky ended up being an asset to the scientists.

Firey speaks Spanish, and Taco is fluent in Mexican Spanish; they often can be heard muttering to each other about their respective Grrrs. Neither Leafy nor the rest of TLTDBGSI know this.

Pie wakes up at 3:14 AM every single day. Since Fanny is a light sleeper, it bothered her for the entire 6 months they had to room.

Fanny isn't much more grateful for having to bunk with Marker, either -- if it were up to her, he'd be sleeping in the yard.

Needle was the kid who tries way too hard in gym class but no one complained because WOW can she kick that ball

Like all metal and electric-based characters, Nickel can zap people by touching them, if the conditions are right. The only exceptions to this are Balloon and Goo since they are made of rubber-based materials.

Pillow smells like lavender

Match has autism

Book speaks 5 languages - English, French, Latin, Greek and German

Firey Jr is very skilled in lockpicking. He usually uses this to get into Firey's gas stash (their equivalent to candy).

Genders

Leafy is bigender, she/it

Golf Ball is unlabelled (who has time for silly things like this when there's more important things (science) to be done??)

Book is mtf

Pillow uses she/it

All the algebraliens are agender

One uses he/she Two uses they/he Four uses he/they/it Five uses she/they Six uses she/he/they Seven uses he/it Eight uses he/they Nine uses any/all Ten uses he/they Fourteen uses it/he Fifteen uses she/he X uses he/they Pi, tau, euler, and i all use they/it

Lollipop is mtf

Fanny is a demigirl

all the mechanical minds are agender and just go with whatever pronouns

Pie (canonically?) Uses she/they

Pen is ftm

Sexualities (there's a lot here)

(INHALE)

8 ball is aroace Balloony is gay Barf Bag is asexual panromantic Basketball is lesbian Bell is ace lesbian Black Hole is aroace/gay Blocky is gay Bomby is aroace Book is lesbian Bottle is pan Bracelety is VERY lesbian Bubble is lesbian Cake is gay Clock is demi/bi Cloudy is gay Coiny is bisexual David is ??? Donut is pan Dora is ??? Eggy is demi lesbian Eraser is bicurious (thought he was gay for AGES until Teardrop) Fanny is demi/pan Firey is straight Flower is lesbian Foldy is straight Fries is straight Gaty is unlabelled (sexuality doesn't matter to her as long as she has friends, and if she falls in love, oh well!) Gelatin is aroace Golf Ball is unlabelled (who has time for silly things like this when there's more important things (science) to be done??) Ice Cube is unlabelled (too focused on REVENGE >:D) Leafy is bi Liy is demi/ace Lollipop is lesbian (obviously) Loser is gay Marker is asexual Match is lesbian Naily is bicurious Needle is bi Nickel is gay Pen is gay Pencil is lesbian Pillow is lesbian Pin is bi Price Tag is unlabelled (rimshot) Profily is aroace Puffball is pan Remote is unlabelled/asexual Robot Flower is unlabelled (what is sex.?) Roboty is aroace Ruby is lesbian Saw is lesbian Snowball is straight Spongy is aromantic but wouldn't pass up on an opportunity to have any relationship Stapy is straight Taco is demiro/demisexual Teardrop is bi Tennis Ball is straight Tree is pan TV is aroace Winner is gay/ace Woody is bi/ace Yellow Face is ??? All the Speaker Boxes are aroace Four is bi Two is unlabelled X is bi

#object shows #battle for dream island #bfdi #inanimate insanity #miscellaneous #my headcanons #Long post #headcanons

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dantemegau · 7 months

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I recently noticed how much food and drink is mentioned/ on screen in OFMD. I started to compile a list for fun and it expanded QUICKLY. Here it is in its current state.

FOODS & DRINKS

Breakfast

Orange Marmelade

Breakfast in Bed with Doug

Breakfast in Bed with Ed

Whipped Seaweed Breakfast

Good French Bread

Roach’s Peanut Paste

Lunch

Brain Couscous

Queen Soup

Captain Hornigold’s seafood soup

Snake (well tenderized, you could be a chef)

Sammy/Sandwich for the trip

Some of the Crew (young and succulent)

Republic of Pirates Street food Lobster

Dinner

Enby Dinner Smorgasbord

Rabbit (well tenderized, you can barely taste the shit)

Monsieur Prawn’s Dinner

Little Plates (Tapas)

A fine fish

A rat terrier named ‘Pepper’

Finger Foods at the Widow Bonnet’s Art Show

The slop we can afford

Gravy Basket (whatever that is exactly)

Ned the Leopard’s Chicken

Childhood Trauma Goose

Spanish Jackie's a la Carte

Favorite of all the Horses Family Dinner (followed by emotional connection desert)

Tea Time

40 Orange Glaze Cake

Yummy Lavender Soap

Raw Seagull

Another Toe (Carrot Cake in Fondant)

Candied Melon Silk Moth

Drinks

Calypso’s Birthday Cocktails

(Lavender) Tea with a Dollop of Milk and Seven Sugars

Sleepy Chamomile Tea

Haunted Island Coconut Cocktails

Republic of Pirates Coconut Cocktails

Free Drinks for Sea Gods

Blood

Juice from the Nose Jar (nutty)

Izzy’s “Emotional Support” Bottle

Give me Drinks or give me Death (Zheng Style)

Lime Ricky

Lighthouse Fluid

So tempted to procrastinate on my actual work and turn this into a cookbook…

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archivalofsins · 11 months

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It's Haruka's Birthday! Happy Birthday to him~ Unlike someone who didn't say it at least I did.

Now onto flower languages! Yamanaka tweeted this for Haruka's birthday. Since we have all the Milgram characters birthdays except Es and Jackalope. We can look up the remaining birth flowers.

A hint to which flower chart he's using is in the flower he lists for Haruka. Where I'm from Haruka and Amane's birth flowers according to the old farmer's almanac would be Rose and Honeysuckle.

So, what's he using? Well, the more in depth Korean one of course~

Unlike the farmer's almanac which covers the month wholesale the Korean one has a flower for each day of the month.

Haruka June 22

Viburnum 가막살나무 - Love is stronger than death.

Outside of the meanings listed by Yamanaka Viburnum is used to symbolize pride and is given to someone to honor their achievements.

Amane June 27

Passion Flower 시계꽃 - Divine love.

Amane even has a piece that resembles the flower on her cake art. Outside of meaning Divine Love it has heavy ties to Christianity.

"The name 'passion flower' refers to the passion of Jesus and the genus therefore has a particular relevance at Easter. Spanish Christian missionaries adopted the unique structure of the plant as symbols of the last days of Jesus and especially his crucifixion."

Mu July 5

Lavender 라벤더 - Strong fragrance

To the surprise of no one outside of meaning Strong Fragrance Lavender has strong ties to France.

"The term lavender comes from the old French word, lavender which is imitative of the Latin word lavare (“to wash”). This flower represents serenity, grace, and calmness. The biblical meaning of lavender symbolizes purity, devotion, and love; that’s why lavender is referenced more than a hundred times in the Bible by the name of nard or spikenard by Hebrews."

"Lavender’s purple color also represents calmness and serenity."

In the Old Farmer's Almanac Mu's birth flower would be the Larkspur and Water Lily.

Kazui August 5

Heather 엘리카 - Loneliness, solitude

Through the power of k-pop-

I've found out that the website I was getting the birth flowers from spelled the English name of Kazui's flower wrong. Also, it can mean loneliness, beautiful solitude, or soulmate. In the west, this flower would be referred to as Heather and its meaning would be good luck, admiration, and protection.

Kazui's birth flower according to the farmer's almanac would be Gladiolus and Poppy.

Yuno September 2

Mexican Ivy 멕시칸 아이비 - Change

Look I'm not even going to hold you finding the meaning of this specific version of ivy in English is difficult. At least for me it is maybe someone else can find it. However, when I look it up all the internet is giving me is the meaning of ivy which is a completely different flower. So, moving along.

Yuno's flowers in the farmer's almanac would be Morning Glory and Aster.

Mikoto October 6

Hazel Tree 개암나무 - Reconciliation

Yeah, you and I read that right it's a tree. A tree that has been tied to Celtic myths and was said to line the border between the human realm and that of the gods.

"Hazel has a reputation as a magical tree. A hazel rod is supposed to protect against evil spirits, as well as being used as a wand and for water-divining. In some parts of England, hazelnuts were carried as charms and/or held to ward off rheumatism. In Ireland, hazel was known as the 'Tree of Knowledge’, and in medieval times it was a symbol of fertility."

Mikoto's birth flower according to the Farmer's Almanac would be the Marigold and Cosmos.

Shidou October 24

Chinese Plum Blossom 매화 - Noble heart

This is also considered a tree, just not such a normal one.

"In Chinese philosophy, the Plum tree’s blossom is a symbol of winter ending and a herald of spring. The tree’s pale pink blossoms are cherished because they bloom vibrantly and so bravely amidst the winter chill. They symbolise perseverance and hope, as well as, beauty thriving in adverse circumstances."

"Plum blossoms represent good luck, prosperity, hope, courage, beauty, and purity in China. In Japanese traditions, they also symbolize hope in addition to renewal and vitality."

Good plant for the guy lying and replacing with hope, huh? Shidou's flowers in the Farmer's Almanac would be the same as Mikoto's.

Kotoko December 15

Winter Daphne 서향 - Immortality, honor.

Winter Daphne was also used as,

"A way of telling a love, “I would not have you otherwise.”."

Here's some more information on the flower.

Mahiru January 17

Rumex 수영 - Friendly

Rumex doesn't just mean friendly it has been stated to mean,

Affection, Matrimonial Tenderness, Close Relationships, Friendships and appears again on December 4 meaning Love.

Mahiru's flowers within the Farmer's Almanac would be Carnation & Snowdrop.

Last but certainly not least-

Futa April 19

Larkspur 참제비고깔 - Clear, fair.

Futa's was also misspelled in English on the website I was using so I corrected it.

"The Pawnee tribe of North America believed in a mythological figure, "Dream Woman," who cut a hole in the sky to look down on Earth beings. Crumbs from the blue sky fell to the ground and became larkspur. And like lily of the valley, larkspur is also associated with the Virgin Mary and is said to represent her tears. Larkspur is symbolic of a beautiful spirit, swiftness and generally of positivity and strong bonds of love. It is also associated with lightheartedness and youth, possibly because it grows in summer where carefree days are spent away from school."

"In the language of flowers, the larkspur holds the symbolic meaning of strong love bonds, dedication, sincerity, positivity and an open heart."

Open this door and check if you want to.

Futa's birth flowers within the Farmer's Almanac would be Daisy and Sweet Pea.

#milgram #sakurai haruka #kusunoki muu #fuuta kajiyama #kayano mikoto #kirisaki shidou #shiina mahiru #kashiki yuno #momose amane #kotoko yuzuhira #mukuhara kazui

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abandoned-mars · 1 year

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humanstuck names + more ! :]

john - ivan greenfield; korean/english; comic book store employee + shifty mom & pop restaurant waiter/support staff

rose - lavender buchanan; vietnamese/dominican?; sells custom clothes on depop + nsfw tumblr writer/artist

dave - dominic santiago; puerto rican/dominican; audio tech store employee + local club dj + aspiring rapper

jade - dahlia flores; pacific islander; unemployed, works for family farm

aradia - gabriella diamanté; japanese/mexican; texas road house type restaurant kitchen expo/dishwasher

tavros - antonio ‘tony’ noquez; spanish; works at dad’s animal shelter

sollux - niko park; korean; probably unemployed or sells nfts or some shit

karkat - donnie santos; black/colombian; mexican restaurant busboy + movie theatre employee

nepeta - june bernard; french/irish (white); dairy queen employee lol + volunteers @ pet shelter

kanaya - harper norris; african; sells custom clothes

terezi - quinn nephus; greek/italian (white); unemployed

vriska - viktoria ‘vikki’ huffman; russian (white); rue 21 cashier (is about to be fired)

equius - sterling rudd; black/native american?; training to be a mechanic at dad’s auto shop

gamzee - jordan scott; black/mixed; little caesar’s cook

eridan - cory reynolds; russian/scottish (white); unemployed

feferi - josephine galette; black/indian?; diner waitress + volunteers @ pet shelter

jane - janet greenfield; korean/english; pastry shop employee

roxy - macy buchanan; vietnamese/black; shitty dive bar bartender

dirk - diego santiago; puerto rican/dominican; burger king window worker/cook

jake - fletcher flores; pacific islander; texas roadhouse waiter + works on family farm

hal - alex santiago; puerto rican/dominican; thrift store cashier + furry tumblr artist

damara - anastasia ‘ana’ hoshi; japanese/mexican/filipino; hotel maid + fancy-ish restaurant waitress

rufioh - richard ‘richie’ noquez jr.; spanish; works at dad’s pet shelter + grocery store bagger

mituna - tatum ‘tate’ park; korean/welsh?; pizza delivery boy + aspiring twitch streamer

kankri - marcus santos; colombian/egyptian; diner waiter

meulin - lauren ‘laurie’ bernard; french/irish (white); coffee shop barista + tumblr writer/artist

porrim - elle norris; african; high end fashion store employee

latula - presley nephus; greek/italian (white); bowling alley attendant + dive bar bar back

aranea - leah huffman; white; restaurant hostess + interning at mom’s job

horuss - kade rudd; black/native american; dad’s auto shop mechanic + welder

kurloz - jesse scott; mixed; mexican restaurant dishwasher/cook + drug dealer

cronus - trent reynolds; white; works at dad’s company

meenah - natasha galette; black; new wave fashion store + aspiring hair braider

handmaid - hanna hoshi; japanese; house cleaner

summoner - richard ‘rich’ noquez sr.; spanish; owns the local pet shelter + personal trainer

psiioniic - jonathon park; korean; data entry manager + fixes computers for extra money

signless - derrick santos; colombian; preacher/missionary?

disciple - lizette bernard; irish; elementary school teacher

dolorosa - rosa norris; african; interior decorator?

redglare - monroe nephus; greek; lawyer

mindfang - marina huffman; russian; runs her own business (it’s a cover up for some illegal shit)

darkleer - darius rudd; native american, owns an auto shop + army weapons coordinator

ghb - grant scott; black; club bouncer

dualscar - dylan reynolds; russian; chief of surgery at hospital?

hic - cora galette; black; ceo of large cooperation (somewhat in cohorts with marina + dylan)

dad - david greenfield; white; 9-5 sales businessman

mom - lorelei buchanan; vietnamese; retired (used to be a scientist but found the cure to something and retired at like 35)

bro - drew santiago; dominican; club bouncer/dj/bartender + drug dealer + probably has an only fans

grandpa - jake flores; pacific islander; retired air force

calliope - caroline ‘callie’ umbridge; mixed; librarian assistant + stage manager at local theatre

caliborn - caleb umbridge; mixed; unemployed (reddit sub moderator)

i might go back and edit some of these bcus im not in love w all of them but i also don’t give a fuck abt most of them

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blossom-blur · 4 months

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I redesigned Patch The Plush Cat, which his name is now Ellery. Since I see I put too much purple on him (And I dislike shades of purple, except very lighter shades of purple) So I wanna make make him as just a man not a cat plush anymore. So yeah

But anyway, I hope you enjoy it.

Name: Ellery / Elle Gender: Male Age: 155 Species: Unknown Height: 9'4 Hair: Pastel Lavender Eyes: Unknown Skin: Pale White Home: Dreamtopia: The World Where Is Happiness and Peace For Children To Come ⭐ Occupation: Ruler of Dreamtopia / Adoptive Father to 93 Children Personality: Fun, Mysterious, Energetic a bit, Kind-hearted, Understanding, Caring, Forgiving, Generous, Tactful, Friendly, and Never Gets Angry Likes: Children, Magic, Making good and innocent children happy, Happiness, Playing, Peace, Freedom, Games, Dancing, Helping, Good Truth, Festivals, and Having fun Dislikes: Cruel people, Abuse, War, Murder, Sadness, Very mature adult things, Danger, and Bad/Evil things Powers/Abilities: Magic / Immortality / Teleportation / Shape-Shifting / Can speak any and every language (Like English, Spanish, French, Italian, Chinese, etc) / Size Shifting/ Portal Creation / Weather Manipulation / World Creation / Very Fast / Very Strong / Good Dancing Skills / Very Good Singing Skills / Very Good Cooking and Baking Skills / Very Good Combat / Great Parenting Skills Facts:

He went to almost around the world on Earth to save an orphan child, two, three, or more of them from the dangers and the suffering they have been through. He then brings them to Dreamtopia so that they will be save and happy again, and he adopts them too.

He is a great adoptive father.

#ellery the grinning man #my characters #my art #fantasy oc #my favorite

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clarepreed · 1 year

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Moonlit Mistake

Story Summary and Content - 4,205 words. An intoxicated woman, Isla, wanders away from a party and drowns in the surrounding wetlands. Her girlfriend Sarah discovers her, and the party is interrupted by a drunken resuscitation attempt. Intoxication, drowning, on-site resuscitation. 🏳️‍🌈

Isla

Isla dropped down into a crouch, clutching the door frame. The room canted, heat rushing to her chest and face as sweat sprang out over her body.

“Dude, you better rally, we’re about to do another round of shots!” A young man’s voice, distorted, warbled in her ears.

“I don’t… think… I want any,” she muttered. “Have you seen Sarah?”

He didn’t answer; Isla blinked and realized he was gone.

She clawed her way back to a standing position, hand over hand. The sounds around her cut in and out, and she couldn’t quite stand up straight, leaning heavily against the wall. The music was too loud, and people were walking in and out of the room. She wiped her sweaty palms down the front of her lavender sundress.

The last thing she remembered was playing rummy with a group in the dining room of Sarah’s family’s vacation house. But now she was in the living room, and she didn’t remember anything in between.

The face of the young man suddenly appeared in front of her, and she stumbled back against the wall.

“Here!” He wrapped her hand around a miniature red Solo cup. “I got you one.”

Isla looked down at the tiny cup in her hands. She didn’t know this guy very well; she thought he might be the boyfriend of one of Sarah’s cousins.

“Seen Sarah?” she slurred.

“Yeah,” he said. “She was out back earlier. On the boardwalk with Bella and Robert.”

“Boardwalk… okay…”

“Ryan!” a woman shouted. “Get the fuck over here!”

“Gotta go!” Ryan said. Isla got a vague impression of hay-colored curls and a strong jawline. “Don’t forget to do your shot.”

“Oh…” she’d already forgotten about the drink in her hand. She tossed it back and felt the alcohol burn its way down her throat. Then she dropped the cup onto the first surface she spotted and staggered toward the back of the house.

The French doors leading to the landscaped patios were wide open, and she stumbled into the night, the flickering light of tiki torches guiding her down toward the bayou.

“Sarah?” she called out. She felt congested and short of breath from the alcohol, and the scenery revolved lazily around her. Disoriented, she clutched at her head. Shadowy curtains of Spanish moss hung low overhead as she padded from the concrete patios to the wooden boardwalk. The wood felt rough on the soles of her feet. She didn’t remember taking off her shoes.

There wasn’t anything to hold onto now, and she swerved back and forth, her blurry gaze cast down as she tried to judge where the edge of the boardwalk lay in the dark.

The sounds of the party faded behind her, replaced by the chirp of frogs and insects.

“Sarah?” Isla called out, her voice quavering. She heaved a few shallow, anxious breaths, felt tears prick her eyes.

Drunk. What do I…? Sarah knows… I just want Sarah.

Her right foot stepped into the air, and she tipped over, falling sideways into the water.

Colder than expected, the bayou closed over her head. Her hands gripped at reedy vegetation; her feet kicked in the murky water. Her proprioceptive sense betrayed her, the alcohol rendering her unable to tell up from down, or to notice how shallow the water actually was. She thrashed, felt chunks of algae slip through her fingers.

Then she sucked in a deep breath, pulling the slippery, murky water into her lungs. Pain tore through her chest. Her eyes opened wide, blind in the dark water. She took several more burning gulps before her throat and chest muscles spasmed.

Her arms and legs stopped thrashing, and her panic receded. A wave of calm took her down into senselessness.

Sarah

“Has anyone seen Isla?” Sarah regretted that last shot. Already drunk, it just gave her heartburn and made her nauseated.

The last time she’d seen Isla was in the dining room with three other people playing rummy. Her girlfriend looked pretty trashed, but she seemed happy enough. Sarah gave her a quick kiss, smoothed a lock of her brunette hair behind her ear, and then headed out back for a cigarette with Bella and Robert.

Then they’d gotten to talking, walking up and down the boardwalk and then around to the front of the house, and the next thing Sarah knew an hour had passed and now she couldn’t find Isla.

She checked the dining room and their room upstairs; now she was in the kitchen, where she’d spotted the other card players taking shots with her cousin Charlotte and her boyfriend, Ryan.

“Hey, I’m looking for Isla. Where’d she go?”

“She got too drunk to play cards,” Abi said. “I think she went looking for you.”

“Weren’t you out back?” Ryan asked. He chuckled. “I saw her, like, five to ten minutes ago, I think. She was wasted as fuck!”

“Yeah, okay, thank you.” Sarah looked back into the living room, making eye contact with her friend Bella. “I’m just going to check out back for Isla, okay? If you see her, try to keep her in here with you. It’s kind of dark out there, I don’t want her to fall in.”

“Yeah,” Ryan said. “There’s gators ‘n shit.”

“Don’t be a dick,” Charlotte said. “Let us know if you need help looking for her!”

Outside, the quiet, damp air felt thick. She thought the humidity softened the sounds of the party, insulating the bayou from the noise.

“Isla?” Sarah looked around the fire pit, checking the lounges before heading toward the boardwalk.

As she passed the last tiki torch, Sarah slipped her phone from her back pocket and turned on the flashlight, aiming the sharp little beam down the wooden platform. Her parents had never put handrails on the boardwalk, deeming it safe enough since most of the year the water was shallow.

Still, Sarah didn’t want to fall in. And Ryan wasn’t wrong about alligators.

She doubted Isla would come out this far, but kept walking, knowing she’d keep worrying until she found her. Sarah was afraid Isla was off somewhere by herself throwing up and miserable. Everyone, especially her girlfriend, deserved to have someone hold their hair and rub their back while they vomited up their regrets.

Sarah walked all the way to the end of the boardwalk where the boat was tied off, shining her flashlight into the boat just to be certain.

Her parents’ boat was empty.

Feeling uneasy, Sarah turned back toward the house. She heard the small sounds of nature around her; insects singing, and the occasional quiet splash of a frog or fish.

Halfway back up the boardwalk, her phone flashlight picked up something pastel and incongruous in the water.

Sarah took a few steps closer and then froze.

Fabric from a familiar pastel sundress. Dark strands of long, floating hair. Pale hands clutching dead reeds.

A loud shriek tore from her throat. Before she could even think of what to do, she dropped her phone on the boardwalk and laid flat on her stomach, her hands reaching for Isla’s. She pulled Isla closer, then slid her arm under her back, heaving her torso out of the water. The moonlight illuminated Isla’s pale, slack face as her head tipped back, water streaming from her hair and leaking from her nose and mouth.

“NO!” Sarah howled, her other arm slipping beneath her. She wrapped her girlfriend in a bearhug and heaved, lifting her up and then rolling, trying to drag her free of the clutches of the bayou. “NO, ISLA!

She heaved again, pushing against the boardwalk with her feet and then collapsing onto her back, Isla’s lifeless body sprawled atop her.

“HELP!” Sarah rolled again, careful not to dump them into the water, laying Isla’s limp body on her back. The light from the phone caught her in the eyes and she reached for it, directing it toward Isla’s face. “HELP! PLEASE, HELP!”

Her beloved’s features were still and pale, her eyes closed. Sarah laid the phone down, flashlight toward the wood, and leaned her ear close to her girlfriend’s lips. She rested her hand on her chest, listening and feeling for breath.

Isla lay still, no breath stirring against Sarah’s cheek.

“No…” The denial came out as a low moan. A few seconds passed, Sarah hovering over Isla, a wave of nausea passing through her. Then she moved, unsteady as she swung her leg over Isla’s body. She straddled her hips, linked her hands together, and found her mark just above Isla’s belly button, the shadow of which was just visible through her wet dress.

“Don’t die, Isla, please—HELP!”

Forcing her hands deep toward her diaphragm, she watched as the force of her thrust made Isla’s chest bulge and her shoulders heave. She shoved her hands into her girlfriend’s abdomen again, and Isla’s head tipped to the side, water glistening in the moonlight as it bubbled up from Isla’s stomach and lungs.

“HELP! ON THE BOARDWALK!”

Sarah thrust her hands in and up again. Isla made a gurgling sound and more dark water surged up out of her. Leaning forward, Sarah opened Isla’s mouth and swept two fingers between her teeth, clearing algae and muck.

“HELP! ISLA!” This time, her screams came out as a sob. Sarah forced her hands into Isla’s belly one more time before she climbed off of her and took a deep breath. Beneath her, Isla looked ashen, strands of dark hair clinging to her skin, her lips darkening.

Pinching Isla’s nose, Sarah tipped her girlfriend’s head back and crouched down to seal her lips over hers.

Isla’s skin was cool and slippery. Sarah exhaled into her, resting a hand on her chest to feel it rise. As the air escaped, she caught a strong whiff of alcohol. Her stomach clenched and her mouth filled with saliva. She turned to the side and spat, then swallowed hard, willing herself not to vomit.

Then she took a deep breath and leaned over Isla again to give the breath to her.

As she exhaled, she heard heavy footsteps on the boardwalk, felt the wood vibrate. She quickly gave Isla another breath as lights and voices bounced around the bayou.

“Careful!” someone yelled. “Don’t fall in!”

Then: “Oh my God!”

Sarah gave Isla a fourth and fifth breath, then pressed her fingertips into her neck, searching for a pulse.

“What happened?!” Charlotte dropped to her knees on Isla’s other side. Someone else moved to Isla’s feet, pointing a heavy flashlight down at the scene.

“I don’t know; I found her in the water! Oh,” Sarah moaned in anguish. “I can’t tell if she has a pulse!”

“Chest compressions!” Bella blurted above her. “There’s a doctor on YouTube that says you don’t check for a pulse; if someone isn’t breathing, you do ‘chest compressions, chest compressions, chest compressions!’”

Charlotte lurched forward, clasping her hands together and pressing them to Isla’s sternum. “I took CPR my freshman year! I remember… I think I remember!”

Sarah watched as her cousin, red-faced and also smelling strongly of alcohol, leaned over her hands and then forced her weight into Isla’s breastbone. Her girlfriend’s ribcage flexed, and her breasts wobbled under the thin fabric of her dress and bra. Sarah clapped both hands to her mouth.

“One, two, three…” Immediately, a wet gagging sound started up from Isla’s throat, the force sending water and air up into her mouth.

“We need an AED!” Bella exclaimed.

“I didn’t see one in the house…” Ryan’s voice came from behind the flashlight, followed by a loud belch.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine, twenty…”

“There was one in that guardhouse just down the road!” Bella sounded excited. “I could go get it!”

“It’s unmanned at night, and you’re drunk!” Robert said from behind Bella.

“…thirty!” Charlotte called out “Sarah! Give her two breaths!”

Sarah pulled her hands from her mouth and quickly bent over, tipping Isla’s head back and blowing two rapid breaths into her mouth. Her chest rose with each, and then Charlotte leaned in to resume chest compressions. Her manicured, hot pink nails stood out in stark contrast to Isla’s pastel dress and pale skin.

The compressions looked deep and rapid. Sarah saw her girlfriend’s stomach distend with the displacing force. Her shoulders and arms wobbled and her head tipped to the side. Foam began to leak from her nose and mouth, carrying with it flecks of organic debris from the water. “Oh God, Isla…”

“…eight, nine, thirty! Breathe!”

Charlotte sounded winded as Sarah turned Isla’s face back toward the sky, quickly wiping the foam off her face and sealing her lips over her girlfriend’s. Isla’s skin felt slick and clammy, but her quiet lungs accepted the breaths, rising and falling under her hand.

“One, two, three…”

“Holy shit, we haven’t called 9-1-1!” Robert called out. “Fuck, uh… Does anyone have service?!”

“In… in the house,” Sarah said, her voice weak. “In the kitchen, by the refrigerator. There’s a piece of paper with the address by the phone!”

“I’ll call!” Abi’s voice rang out. “I’ll call and I’ll see if anyone still in the house knows first aid!”

Sarah heard her feet headed away from them, rapid on the boardwalk.

“…nine, thirty!”

This time, Sarah didn’t waste time wiping off the foam, blowing two quick breaths into Isla. She held her head in place as Charlotte started another round of chest compressions. Her lips were turning blue.

“…three, four, five, six…”

“Fuck this, I’m getting the AED!” Bella shouted. “I’ll break the glass in the door!”

“Then I’m driving, you’re drunk as shit!" Robert said.

“Thank you, be careful,” Sarah choked out, but they were already running away.

Isla suddenly convulsed, her body heaving up water and alcohol and partially-digested food. Sarah and Charlotte rolled her onto her side, holding her there until she stopped vomiting. Sarah reached down and slipped her fingers into Isla’s mouth, sweeping away the muck and food lingering there. Then she held the back of her hand in front of Isla’s nose and mouth.

“She’s still not breathing! Oh God, oh no!” They quickly turned her onto her back and Sarah pressed her mouth to Isla’s without hesitation. She’d kissed her so many times, and now her girlfriend’s mouth was slack under hers, lifeless as she blew two quick breaths into her lungs.

Charlotte forced Isla’s sternum down two inches. “One… Ryan, we have to swap after… this round, ugh… I’m tired and I might barf…”

Sarah smoothed Isla’s drying hair off of her face, traced her fingertips across her delicate eyelids. She looked fragile, skin turning ghastly colors and her neck extended to open her airway.

“…eight, nine, thirty!”

Hot tears dripped onto Isla’s cooling skin as Sarah blew a deep breath into her lungs, making her chest rise once, twice.

Charlotte and Ryan switched places, flashlight beam swinging wildly as they briefly sat it on the boardwalk. Charlotte guided Ryan’s big hands to the bottom half of Isla’s sternum, then pushed his shoulders over his hands.

“At least two inches deep,” Charlotte said. “And the same speed as me, okay?”

Ryan shoved his hands hard into Isla’s chest. Externally, they heard a quiet popping sound. Ryan recoiled, shouting: “I just fucking broke something in her chest! What the hell?!”

“You have to keep giving her chest compressions!” Charlotte snapped, her voice loud and high-pitched. “Dead is worse than alive with broken ribs!”

“Fuck!” Ryan thrust his hands down into Isla again, making her stomach bulge and her legs rock. “…uh, three, four, five…”

Charlotte turned away from them and vomited into the water.

“…eight, nine, ten, eleven…”

More footsteps down the boardwalk, shaking it, loud voices ringing out over the water. Charlotte gagged and spat, and then she scooped up the flashlight, pointing it down at Isla’s lifeless form.

“Sarah! Sarah!” The voice belonged to their friend Meg, one of the women who’d been playing cards with Isla. “Abi told me what happened and where Bella and Robert went. She’s on the phone with 9-1-1, telling them exactly how to get here.”

She dropped to her knees next to Sarah, eyes wide, watching as Isla’s chest rose and fell with two breaths.

“I brought scissors from the kitchen and a hand towel,” Meg said. “So, we can have her ready for the AED, okay?”

“Okay,” Sarah said, her voice cracked and hoarse.

“…eight, nine, ten…”

Meg worked around Ryan’s hands, snipping the straps of Isla’s dress. She waited until he hit thirty chest compressions before she took the poultry shears and cut down the center of the dress all the way past Isla’s navel, exposing her cream-colored bralette.

Then she leaned back to give Ryan access to Isla’s chest again.

With the dress split down the middle, Sarah could see Isla’s pale stomach rippling from the force of each chest compression. The bottom of her ribcage bobbed up and down, and she heard another cracking sound.

“…nine, ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen…”

“Please,” Sara whispered, her eyes moving back to Isla’s face. “Please, sweetie…”

“Help is coming,” Meg said. “Everything’s going to be okay! I already told Lia and Scott to position themselves to direct EMS back here! And everyone else who’s too drunk to help, Gina’s got them corralled inside!”

“…thirty!”

While Sarah gave Isla two more breaths, Meg snipped up the center of her bra, exposing her small breasts to the night air. Then she dried Isla’s chest with the towel.

She tossed the towel to the side and scuttled around Ryan, who’d resumed chest compressions. Now, the force rippled visibly through Isla’s breasts, her dusky nipples hardening in the cool air.

“I’ll take over the breaths,” Meg said.

“…twelve, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen, sixteen, seventeen, eighteen…”

Sarah reached down and grabbed Isla’s cold, limp hand, bringing it up to her lips. She kissed her girlfriend’s knuckles, then brought Isla’s hand to her own heart.

“…twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Ryan lifted his hands while Meg gave Isla rescue breaths. Now, Sarah could see the ugly bruises forming on her girlfriend’s petite chest.

Then his hands covered the bruises, his fingers pressing into the soft flesh of her left breast. Isla’s body was still making gagging noises with each chest compression, though the flow of foam and water had stopped. Sarah watched as Meg wiped bits of leaves and algae off Isla’s ashen face.

“Sarah?” Charlotte asked. She sounded rough, hoarse from vomiting. “Can you take over from Ryan after this round? We should really switch after each cycle.”

“Y—yeah,” Sarah stammered. She gently lowered Isla’s hand back to the boardwalk.

“Then I’ll go after you,” Meg said.

“…twenty-nine, thirty!” Ryan leaned back and Meg sealed her mouth over Isla’s, her long blonde hair falling in a curtain over both their faces. Sarah rose up onto her knees and traced the bottom of her girlfriend’s ribcage, pressing the heel of her clasped hands into the ugly bruises there. Then she leaned her shoulders over her hands and started pumping hard.

She could feel the structure of Isla’s ribcage shift under her hands; crushing down, recoiling, one area seeming softer than the others, with more movement. She watched as the force of her chest compressions made Isla’s head wobble and her stomach distend.

“…five, six, seven, eight, nine…” Sarah’s voice came out hoarse and barely audible.

“Meg, l will take over breaths when you’re doing compressions, okay?” Charlotte crouched between Meg and Sarah, sounding stronger now. She’d given Ryan the flashlight.

“…twenty-three, twenty-four, twenty-five, twenty-six, twenty-seven, twenty-eight, twenty-nine, thirty!” Sarah stopped pumping Isla’s chest long enough for Meg to give her two rescue breaths and then resumed compressions. “One, two, three…”

Sarah could feel anguish threatening to overtake her.

You’re my favorite person. Please, don’t die. I love you!

“…sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

Footsteps on the boardwalk made Sarah glance up, a flash of hope briefly running through her. Then she realized it was just Abi.

“An ambulance is coming,” Abi said. “They told me to get off the phone and make sure you were still doing CPR.”

“We haven’t stopped,” Meg said, before she leaned over to breathe for Isla.

“One, two, three, four…”

“Bella and Robert went to get the AED from the guardhouse,” Charlotte informed her. “I’m thinking they’ll be back in a few minutes if they don’t get caught breaking in.”

“Thirty! Please, Isla! Wake up!” Her voice cracked, and then it was time for her to start chest compressions again. “One, two, three, four, five, six…”

“Did they give you an ETA on the ambulance?” Charlotte asked.

“…sixteen, seventeen eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

“A few minutes ago, it was like… fifteen minutes,” Abi said.

“Shit!” Ryan blurted.

“…thirty!” Sarah gasped. She wanted to cover her face with her hands, but she had another round to go. Isla’s chest rose and fell with Meg’s breaths, and then Sarah was thrusting her hands into her girlfriend’s sternum again. “One, two, three…”

Meg scooted around so that she was opposite Sarah. They briefly met each other’s gaze and then looked away, their eyes welling with tears.

“…fourteen, fifteen, sixteen…”

“When Bella gets here, I think we get the AED on and the pads on her immediately, right?” Charlotte asked, leaning over to press her mouth to Isla’s as Sarah hit thirty.

Sarah immediately crumpled, her hands coming up to cover her face as she broke out in sobs.

“One, two, three… oh God, this feels terrible! Her ribs… Fuck!” Meg gasped. “…eleven, twelve, thirteen, fourteen…”

Sarah felt someone slip an arm around her shoulders, and Abi said: “Hold her hand, Sarah. Maybe she knows we’re here.”

Taking Isla’s hand between hers, she choked out: “Sweetie, if you can hear me, it’s Sarah. Please, if it’s in your control at all, fight! Bella and Robert are coming with an AED, and we called an ambulance… Please, Isla!”

“…sixteen, seventeen, eighteen, nineteen, twenty…”

Footsteps thundered down the boardwalk, and Sarah heard Bella and Robert breathing harshly as they ran.

“I have it!” Bella shrieked. “I smashed the fucking window with a rock!”

“And cut up your damn arm! Sit down, l will give it to them!”

Sarah looked up as Robert dropped to his knees, setting a red plastic case on the boardwalk. She released Isla’s hand and grabbed the case, unzipping it.

The AED powered on as she lifted the lid. “Apply pads and plug in connector!”

Charlotte reached over and found a packet of adult pads, ripping it open and dumping a set of adult AED pads with attached leads onto the boardwalk. Charlotte and Sarah worked together around Meg’s pumping hands, ripping the paper backing off the pads.

“Apply pads and plug in the connector!”

Charlotte placed the sternal pad, just to the right of Meg’s hands. Sarah smoothed the lateral pad on Isla’s left side, just beneath her breast. Charlotte found the connector and plugged it in.

“Analyzing rhythm, do not touch patient!”

Meg raised her hands and they all scooted back.

“Shock advised. Charging!” A harsh tone sounded.

“No one’s touching her, right?” Charlotte asked, looking around.

“Do not touch patient. Press the shock button. Do not touch patient. Press the shock button.”

Charlotte reached down and pressed the flashing button. Isla’s body jerked, her head tipping to the side.

Then the AED said: “Shock delivered. Resume CPR for two minutes!”

“I’ve got it!” Ryan slipped in next to Meg, handed the flashlight to Abi, and started forceful chest compressions. “One, two, three…”

Sarah sagged, and felt Abi’s arm around her shoulders tighten.

“It’s okay,” her friend murmured. “It’s okay…”

“…eleven, twelve, thirteen…”

Sarah stared down at Isla. Her skin was pale and bruised. The compressions were deep and fast, rippling her stomach and making Isla’s head shake in Charlotte’s hands. And Isla was completely senseless to it all.

Charlotte pinched Isla’s nose and sealed her mouth over hers, forcing in two quick breaths. Then Ryan resumed chest compressions. Her chest crackled under his hands.

“…three, four, five, six…”

Sarah reached down and stroked Isla’s arm, whispering: “I love you, Isla.”

“…thirteen, fourteen, fifteen…”

Isla gagged, her chest heaving and a surprising amount of water surging out of her mouth and nose. Ryan stopped chest compressions and rolled her toward Sarah, who leaned close, holding Isla’s mouth open. She swept her fingers between her teeth again and then, to Sarah’s surprise, Isla took a breath.

Isla shook and coughed, water from her stomach and lungs making her choke and gag. Then her eyes opened, dark brown and huge, gazing around disoriented.

“Oh my God, Isla! Isla, Isla…” Sarah caressed her face, leaned down and kissed her forehead. “Just breathe, sweetie! Oh my God, Isla, oh my God! Thank you! Thank you…”

Tears streamed down Sarah cheeks. Isla clutched at her chest, continuing to gasp and cough. But she was breathing, and her eyes grew more alert as time passed.

Sarah slid her arm underneath Isla and heaved her upright, wrapping her arms around her girlfriend’s heaving chest. Her own body shuddered. “Just breathe easy, sweetie. Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you…”

In the distance, she heard sirens.

#resus writing #cpr resus #female resus #medical drama

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linavloger · 4 months

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Introduction

Hey there!

Names Internet name: LinaVloger (Aka Lina or LV) IRL name: Meg (That's how you can call me)

Bio Birthday: 22/9/2010 (13 yrs old) (If you're a creep, GET OUT!!!) Occupation: Student Current school grade: Junior High BF, GF or EF (Enbyfriend): None, but I have a crush on someone from school Nationality: Mexican Religion: Catholic Zodiac sign: Virgo Disorder/Syndrome: Autism Spectrum Disorder/ASP (Level 1)

Fandoms Fav movie: Captain Underpants: The first epic movie Fav TV series: HTF and TETOCU Fav Book series: Captain Underpants Fav video game: Pizza Tower Fav character creator: Gacha (Any gacha, even mods)

Fav stuff Food: Meatballs, burgers, pizza, Mac 'n cheese, eggs Drink: Milk, apple soda, apple juice Color: Pink, lavender and sky blue Hobby: Drawing, writing stories (Holy smoke, I'm George and Harold)

Languages I speak Spanish: Native English: Advanced French: Intermediate

Fav people Author: Dav Pilkey YouTuber: ItzAlaina Singer: Melanie Martínez, Olivia Rodrigo, AViVA, etc.

#intro post #introduction #blog intro

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meltsoul · 8 months

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Not another hobby and OTPS Tag game

Original idea imitated from @malpal132

❤️

First ship ever in you life: I would think it was Darien x Serena (Sailor Moon)…but I think that definitely and by choice my first Ship is SyaoSaku from CCS.

The ultimate three ships: The list is clear: I love difficult things!! "Opposites attract"and all that stuff.

SasuSaku

Dramione

Mutsurie

The first crush (Fictional Character/Fandom) :a vampire named Stephan from the horror movie "Subspecies" (I was only 7 years old)

Last Song: Cookie By NewJeans

Last Movie: Le silence de la mer (2004) - a french movie.

Favorite Flower: Lavender

Currently Reading (you can added a link):

Pride and Prejudice (I started reading it before exam season to relax my mind)

Brave New World (I absolutely loved the execution of this book's plot)

Currently Watching:

Moving (Kdrama)

Beastars

My Happy Marriage

Last thing I wrote- ship/Fandom?: I only write in Spanish.

"BITACORA" - Mutsurie TG :Re

"The Year of Horsey" - Mutsurie TG :Re

By the way...I'm looking for beta for English translations.

Currently writing (you can added a link): nothing currently.

I want to tag:@mikotofubar @scarareg @psychopatyc @mikakawaii @goodass-hide @sacandochispas

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jddryder · 8 months

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thanks for the tag @eddiediaaz & @crowleydiaz ! 💖

nicknames: jules, jili, juju

zodiac: capricorn cancer taurus

height: 1.55cm

favourite music: pop, rock, movie soundtrack, 80's, and absolute fav: hans zimmer, florence & the machines, hozier, lord huron, muse, pink.

sweet/spicy/savory: sweet <3

relationship status: single and not looking.

following: 246

followers: 1,100

do you get asks: sometimes, a mix between absolutely lovely message and requests.

amount of sleep: almost the right amount for me. i'm working on fixing my sleep schedule and i'm doing pretty good.

what you're wearing: wonder woman shirt, comfy pant.

dream job: the one i've right now. the work is interesting, the schedule flexible, i work from home pretty often, i get along really well with my colleagues and my boss is an angel.

languages: french, english, a tiny bit of spanish.

random fact: i got a new bed and god i feel like i'm sleeping on a cloud.

aesthetic: lots of candles, comfy vibes, cute stationary, fun gadgets with witty puns, fairy lights, the smell of earth after it rains, lavender and rosemary shower gel, quiet afternoons spent listening to music and reading, spring and autumn...

last song: which of the pickwick triplets did it?, omitb ost.

favorite color: blue, purple, and fall colors.

last film: knives out.

currently reading (or last read): murder on the orient express, agatha christie.

currently watching: only murders on the building s3, gilmore girls best fall episodes, cold case s7.

current obsession: candles, only murders in the building, good omens, anything fall and halloween themed.

last thing you googled: sweet potato chocolate cake recipe.

tagging: @fabines @elvensorceress @swearphil @michaelsheens @seacoloredeyes @grovercy @blanchett

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ofkairos · 12 days

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strange and beautiful by aqualung 🏹 a messy bun fixed with the most ornate clip you’ve ever seen, the warmth of smooth ground espresso with a hint of amaretto and lavender, hushed tones in unknown languages from the next room over, sunlight glinting off a petal’s dew, leatherbound books with pages worn thin from nights of overuse.

ANASTASIA HANNAY / VAMPIRE / DOCTOR AT HEXMORE GENERAL

[ hexmore ] ☓ [ playlist ] ☓ [ aesthetic ] ☓ [ interactions ]

&. BASICS

full name: dr. anastasia gwendolyn hannay

nicknames: ana, stasia, hannay, doc

age / D.O.B.: 475 / 30.12.1549

sexuality: pansexual

place of birth: bolton, england

residency: moved to hexmore seven years ago

gender: cis woman

ability: mirakinesis

allegiance: the alcott family

&. MORE BASIC INFO

languages: english, italian, spanish, french, portuguese

accent: english with a mancunian dialect

education: medical degree from the university of bologna

occupation: doctor at hexmore general

transportation: a restored bordeaux red 1971 porsche 911t targa

drinks, smokes, & drugs: yes, sometimes, no

&. PERSONALITY

zodiac sign: capricorn

mbti: isfp

likes: painting, flower, reading, studying languages

dislikes: loud chewing, overinflated self-importance

bad habits: picking at her nail beds

hobbies: painting, gardening

fears: losing her humanity again

five positive traits: loyal, patient, creative, mischievous, witty

five negative traits: secretive, stubborn, unforgiving, suspicious, sensitive

&. BACKGROUND

doe-eyed with vibrant red hair that tumbles down her back and a smile that would be enough to set the most frayed of nerves at ease, anastasia hannay is someone who sees more than she tells, hears through lies, and feels more than she shows. she remembers the rough edges of fresh canvas tucked beneath her arm, remembers the moment her mother told her there was nothing the doctors could do, remembers the promise on her lips, pressed to a lifeless forehead, that she would never let anyone share in her pain. above all, she remembers colors. full biography here...

bold which habits your muse has

&. HEADCANNONS

ana was a skilled artist in her human life, her gift for committing landscapes to canvas with the stroke of a paintbrush was admired amongst her village. that ability transferred into her vampiric life, manifesting as mirakinesis she can cast powerful illusions, transporting others to any scene of her choosing. with time, it has developed beyond mere visual illusions, and now she’s able to create vivid auditory landscapes. her gift is particularly useful with her patients, especially the young ones.

levelheaded and patient, anastasia was always destined to be a doctor. she’s remarkably thoughtful and compassionate where her patients are concerned, placing their needs above her own, often to her detriment. she’s often the first at the clinic and the last to leave, evenings spent pouring over charts and scientific journals to stay abreast on the latest developments in medicine. she’s a workaholic through and through, though she would argue that there’s nothing else to do with her endless nights

ana’s initial struggle with her vampirism was largely fueled by her nihilism, the death of entire family followed by her own ‘death’ left her with nothing to live for. her mind was at war with her body and her body was winning. it was only with time and sinking to her lowest form that she was able to regain her humanity. while she would never readily discuss the period, she does believe it’s why she’s able to perform as a doctor today. blood doesn’t faze her anymore.

ana has an anxious habit of picking at her nail beds. she adopted it after her mother died, and it returned with a vengeance after hazel's disappearance. it frustrates her beyond measures that, no matter what she does, her nail beds remain perfectly manicured.

her father's mischievous nature was not lost on her, and she has been known to bend the rules from time to time. however, she would deny it to anyone who accused her of being anything short of law-abiding.

she is incredibly secretive and, while friendly to most, it's rare for her to allow people beneath the surface. it tandem with her sensitivity, this can be a lethal combination. when you pick at a wound, it bleeds. when you pick at ana, she seethes

she can be a bit of a know-it-all at times, though she doesn't mean anything by it. being a highly capable physician with nearly half a millennia of life experience will do that to you.

&. CONNECTIONS

bad influence x ana loves mischief as much as any being doomed to a state of unchanging tedium for all of eternity, however, she's discrete about it. this friendship would have developed through her following around a more daring troublemaker, assisting where she could and covering for them when need be.

fated x ana doesn’t believe in fate, or destiny. doing so meant that there was a reason for her mother’s death, archie’s death— and what reason could there be for the slaughter of such innocence? still, what she does know is that the ground shook the moment she laid eyes on them. she was brought to her knees that day, knelt before a pore of startling familiarity, and burned. it could have been centuries ago or just days, pls give me something that flips her world on its head

adversary x this is someone who, for whatever reason, ana cannot see eye to eye with. whenever they see each other, it's best to have a neutral party present lest they stoop to petty bickering.

#intro #death tw #blood tw

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