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thepromptswhisperer · 1 month

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Flower Prompts

“Did you pick them out yourself?”

Stumble upon a dried flower in their partner’s book/private stuff. (One, that looks vaguely familiar. Is that the one they gave them for their first date?)

Wonder if bringing flowers to the date is too much.

“I’ve never received any before.”

“What did you do?” “What?” “You only ever give me flowers when you have something to confess. So, shoot. I'm listening.”

Know the other is well versed in the language of flowers, and spend hours trying to pick out the right one for them.

Put a flower in the other’s hair.

“What’s not to like about flowers?”

Gift the other flowers they are allergic to.

Only realize this is a date and not just a normal hangout when the other gives them flowers.

“You spoil me.”

“You need to buy a vase.” “Why? This does perfectly fine.” “For now, sure. But what if I wanted to give you flowers every single day from now on?”

“Let me get this straight: You broke into [name]’s garden to pick some of their award-winning flowers for me? How are you still alive?”

Only realize how meaningful the flowers gifted to them are when the other explains why they picked those specific ones.

“They love me, they love me not,...”

See a vase of flowers at the other’s place and wonder if someone else gave them to them.

“Flowers make me sad.”

Stare at a vase of flowers, gifted to them by the other just hours/etc. before their argument/breakup.

Receive a flower bracelet/crown made by the other.

“Do you give all your dates flowers?”

Place a flower on a casket.

“Did I forget our anniversary (again)?”

Receive gifts from an anonymous admirer. First a vase, then a new flower every day.

Walk into a room that has flower petals strewn all over the floor.

“They smell almost as good as you do.”

“Don’t read too much into it. It’s just a flower. It doesn’t mean anything.”

Date someone who, contrary to them, does not have even a single plant in their apartment/etc.

They imagined lying in a flower field with their partner/etc. to be more romantic than it truly is.

“For something half dead, flowers sure are expensive.”

Think the other wanted to express something specific to them with their flower choice. Turns out, they simply thought they looked nice.

“What’s your favorite flower?” “Huh? Why?” “One of these days, somebody might want to surprise you with some.” / ”No reason,” only for them to receive some a few days later.

#tw: death #writing prompts #writing inspiration #flower prompts #spring prompts #couple prompts #otp prompts #romance prompts #writing ideas #prompt list

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writtenbyevie · 1 year

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Flower Language Based Prompt List I made instead of writing 💐

I tried to make the prompts relate to each flower’s definition per the Victorian Flower Language without getting too repetitive.

The prompts are all fairly open ended and I figured people could use them for their own inspiration or request games!!

You know the “send me a ship and flower and I’ll write something.”

Anywho, if anyone does end up using this I’d love it if you’d tag me so I can read what you’ve written!! Either way, I hope someone can get use out my procrastinating 💖

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twistedwonderlandimaginesblog · 1 month

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Hello, I hope you two are doing well! May I request “Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person” for Riddle? tysm I’ve been realizing how wonderful he is recently🥰🥰

Riddle Rosehearts:

Orange Rose - experiencing constant as well as distracting thoughts of the other person.

Riddle had never been more mortified in his life.

He felt like the blood had completely drained from his face, the red mark on his paper almost dashing his hopes of having a good day. To achieve a perfect score on his tests was everything; he didn’t believe himself to be the exact perfect being but he had studied for this, countless hours of memorizing to the point he knew the material like the back of his hand. This was a subject he excelled in (most were, but he enjoyed this one the most) and yet he was confronted with cold hard failure, the likes of which he had never seen.

Not just one point from perfection, but two entire points, a whole question with two parts answered incorrectly. He looked over his test countless times, reading through his text books to find where he might’ve strayed, before finally approaching his professor.

“Is everything okay, Riddle? You aren’t pushing yourself, are you?” He always pushed himself, but that wasn’t the point! He could handle pressure, he could handle a metric ton of work being thrown his way as well as countless responsibilities pushed on his shoulders, but this grade – it was a negative mark on his record, his future.

When he saw that question he knew exactly what had distracted him, the reason he had gotten the answer incorrect. You had been his partner for that particular project, spending hours of alone time as you did your research together. You were diligent but you had asked Riddle for guidance, knowing he was a person who was very specific about the way his ideas were presented, and he had been happy to help you figure out the best way to present your own ideas in your project. It hadn’t been all work, with some talk of desserts and his equestrian club mixed in, but Riddle had found himself enjoying that time spent together.

In fact he missed it, since the project had ended and there was no excuse to ask you to spend time with him any longer.

He knew he had gotten caught up in those thoughts, fumbling through the question quickly as he realized the ‘you’ in his head was distracting him. He wrote as fast as he could and in doing so had missed a specific word choice used in the question which entirely changed the meaning of it. He was used to dealing with tricks and being wary of language, his mother had taught him about the little details of linguistics, so he never would’ve missed it if he was in his right mind.

Riddle can’t hide his sour mood but thankfully, most of Heartslabyul stayed out of his way when they sensed something was wrong. He had never been more grateful to have an unapproachable resting face, wanting to simply lock himself away (though he could not, as there were still duties to attend and other students to look out for). When he finally had time to settle himself down he took out the test one last time, working himself up again about the less than perfect grade.

“Whoa!” Cater, who had innocently peered over Riddle’s shoulder to see what he was glaring at, was just as shocked as Riddle had been earlier than evening. “S-Sorry, I was just coming to let you know Trey is looking for you…”

“Hey, Riddle. Trein was asking me about you earlier—” Trey, the third musketeer and the straw that finally broke the camels back, came into the room a few seconds later, pausing when he saw Riddle’s clenched fist. He and Cater locked eyes, with Cater holding his hands up to signal he certainly wasn’t the reason Riddle was upset.

Neither third year knows what to say when they see the grade, and Riddle sighed, wishing to just be done with it. He moved the paper toward Trey who scrutinized it, reading the question, Riddle’s answer, before his eyes slowly drifted back to Riddle himself.

“This question… is quite simple for someone like you.” Cater felt like his lungs had collapsed, wondering how Trey had continued to exist if he was always so honest with Riddle. “Is there something on your mind?”

“I’m…not sure.” The fact he hadn’t exploded in that moment left Cater even more shocked, and he had to lean on a chair to keep his legs from folding underneath him. “I don’t believe I want to talk about it.”

“Maybe you should!” Cater tried to offer up helpfully, “You never know, maybe having a different angle can help clear your thoughts!”

“Exactly.” Trey agreed, pleased that Cater had backed him up. “Talk to us, and we’ll see if we can help.”

Riddle muttered your name once and it took the willpower of a thousand card soldiers to stop both Trey and Cater from laughing in shock at the admission. Trey had really thought Riddle would never spit it out but it seemed his own honest reaction had rubbed off on him, while Cater was still struggling to imagine Riddle with a crush.

Trey had never seen Riddle struggle to find words like he was now, his eyes downcast as he spoke quietly about the time you had spent together. Riddle had fun when you were together, fun, a word that he didn’t often use nor did he generally have the same definition as everyone else. To think that you evoked this kind of reaction from him, to the point he was dwelling on the time spent together and lamenting on how it had ceased was nothing short of a miracle in Trey’s eyes. He doesn’t voice it but he does believe this is the first crush Riddle has ever had, not remembering a single moment from their childhood where Riddle expressed interest like that in anyone.

“There doesn’t have to be a reason to hang, you know, but here we have unbirthday parties all the time! Why not try inviting them to one of those?” Riddle seemed to contemplate this, as it was something within his power. He would have to double check that none of the students had a birthday the following day, but if he played his cards right…

“Understood. Thank you for your advice.” Riddle stood without another word, exiting the room with his test in hand while Trey and Cater shared a look.

“Hopefully everything goes smoothly…”

“We should warn the first years. I have a feeling if anything goes wrong, the punishment might be worse than usual.”

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Riddle Rosehearts #Riddle Rosehearts x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

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ihavemanyhusbands · 1 month

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Andddd another because I’m greedy for your smutty drabbles hehe but orchid with will because I just love when he shows his dark side hehe😈 like seriously tho season 2a to 2b transition vibes yes pls!!!!

OOOOOOHHHHH oh my god yEAH!!! ETA: also im so sorry i misread this bc i was mid melatonin delirium 😭😭 i wrote hannibal but i will make it up to you!!!!

Orchid: An innocent moment devolving into something that’s not.

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All you’d wanted to do was swing by his office for a quick visit. Just that, no hidden intentions at all. You’d been missing him through the long hours he’d been gone for work, and you couldn’t help yourself.

When you’d arrived, he still had some paperwork to finish, but suddenly it didn’t seem as important. He always enjoyed your company, but it made it harder for him to concentrate. He watched you wandering around his office in that curious, absent-minded way of yours, searching for all the traces of him.

Seeing you so open and unguarded, so utterly comfortable in his presence, he was overcome with the need for…. Something. To grab, to envelop, to conquer.

And how to channel this sudden urge?

For starters, he stood up. The sudden motion caught your attention and you looked at him, tilting your head slightly in curiosity.

He said nothing, pretending to look over some things, slowly getting closer to you. You took a small step back, nothing more than an instinctual gesture, but it spurred him on.

He smiled and somehow, you knew you were in trouble.

Then he darted forward, and you leapt away, engaging him in a small game of cat and mouse.

You giggled, nervous, elated, nearly breathless. Looping around the furniture, circling each other.

“Hannibal!” You squeaked as he finally cornered you against the ladder that led to the upper floor.

Your heart was close to leaping out of your chest. But still your eyes, wide and docile and inviting, were trained on his. His grin sharpened and there was a keenness in his gaze that made you suppress a shudder.

Of course, he did not miss the way your thighs pressed together.

“What’s come over you?” You asked softly, as if you didn’t already know.

He reached out, his gaze following the path his inquisitive finger trailed down your front; Testing the buttons of your blouse. He was on the brink of tearing it off, you could tell, but he was holding back to continue building anticipation.

“Nothing, my love,” he said casually, finger trailing back up until it reached your chin, tilting your face up. “I just wanted to show you how much I’ve been craving you, too. Will you let me have a taste?”

You shuddered then, clinging to his arms, nails digging into his biceps. Your voice a shaky plea.“Tear me apart.”

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#phew i got rlly into this one #flower prompts #hannibal lecter x reader #hannibal fanfiction #minors dni #Sloane <33 #im writing the other one in the morning i promise <3!

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seangelfish · 2 months

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Can I request the Anemone Fluff with Leo please ? I kinda got sick so thinking about Leo has been rather good comfort

A/N: I hope you get better soon! <3

Leo Tsukinaga

🌼 anemone: how would they react if their s/o is sick?

– Leo would try his best to care for you, but he won't be the best at it. He does put in the effort though, so you can't be too disappointed in him.

– But because he's an older brother to a younger sister, the way he takes care of you when you're sick is satisfactory. He'll be right by your side, running to get things for you, and checking up on you so frequently it may be too much.

"Hey, (Y/N)! How are you? Are you feeling better yet?"

"I feel the same as I did thirty minutes ago when you asked me the same question," you replied, rolling your eyes with a smile.

– Despite how disoriented he can be, he's really attentive towards you. He'll make sure you're comfortable in bed, fluffing your pillows if needed, even grabbing another blanket if you feel too cold. One sign of discomfort on your face will have him running to get something you may or may not need.

– Leo would definitely be the one who offers to spoon-feed you. He even makes it into a game, treating you like a little kid.

"(Y/N)! (Y/N)! Here comes the airplane!" he laughs. "Open wide!"

"Leo... I can feed myself."

"But I want to feed you!"

– He's still pretty clingy when you're sick that you'll have to tell him off. Sometimes, you would find him cuddled up against you, but most times, he'll sit on the floor close to your bed, eyes shut, snoring lightly.

Intro page | Ensemble Stars masterlist ; Enstars Plant Asks masterlist | Rules

#enstars #x reader #ensemble stars #fanfic #enstars x reader #ensemble stars x reader #leo tsukinaga #leo tsukinaga x reader #enstars knights x reader #leo tsukinaga x reader fluff #plant asks #plant meme #flower prompts #writing prompts

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flowers-of-april · 20 days

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april showers bring may flowers: prompt list

I wanted to make a flower-based April writing prompt challenge, so I did. Flower meanings are sourced from this book on flower meanings

PROMPT LIST 1: Daisy: Innocence 2: Lilac: First Love/Reminiscence 3: Violet: Modesty 4: Anemone: Forsaken Love 5: Oleander: Caution 6: Honeysuckle: Devotion 7: Poppy: Eternal Sleep 8: Laurel: Glory/Victory/Success 9: Orchid: Elegance/Beauty 10: Petunia: Anger/Resentment 11: Iris: Valour 12: Heather: Luck/Protection 13: Fern: Magic/Secrecy 14: Oak: Bravery 15: Tulip: Love Declaration 16: Magnolia: Dignity 17: Pansy: You Occupy My Thoughts 18: Lavender: Distrust 19: Mistletoe: Surmounting Difficulties 20: Queen Anne's Lace: Sanctuary 21: Protea: Transformation 22: Myrtle: Love 23: Hyacinth: Please Forgive Me 24: Nettle: Cruelty 25: Hemlock: Death 26: Dandelion: Divination/Fortune-Telling 27: Mint: Consolation 28: Jasmine: Amiability/Cheerfulness 29: Rue: Regret 30: Lily of the Valley: Return of Happiness

ALTERNATIVE PROMPTS Bouquet 1: Apology Hyacinth: Forgiveness Bluebell: Humility Peony: Bashfulness Olive Branch: Asking for Peace Bouquet 2: Courting Blush Roses: Blossoming Romance Cornflower: Hope in Love Sweet William: Gallantry Honeysuckle: Devoted Affection Bouquet 3: Marriage Roses: True Love Ivy: Fidelity Myrtle: Hope/Love Dahlia: Commitment/Eternal Love Bouquet 4: Bitter Ends Datura: Deceitful Charms Tansy: Hostility Thistle: Misanthropy Wormwood: Bitterness Bouquet 5: Regret & Sorrow Asphodel: Regrets to the Grave Azalea: Fragility Snowdrop: Consolation/Hope Rue: Regret Willow: Mourning

The only 'rule' is to please have fun. You may tag "flowersofapril2024," if you'd like, and I'll reblog anything I see. If you feel like filling these prompts on AO3 then "Flowers of April" or "Flowers of April 2024" would be a suitable tag. You may also submit to the FlowersofApril2024 collection on AO3

#writing prompt #writing prompts #flower prompts #writing challenge #fic prompt #story prompts #flower meanings #prompt list #april #challenge #flowersofapril2024 #flowers of april #fanfic #fandom

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galamalion · 7 months

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୨୧. 𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐔𝐍𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐕𝐎𝐑𝐄𝐃

summary. you visit sabo after his sudden collapse.

⤷ contents. sabo x gn!reader, fluff + angst, light angst

⤷ notes. hello!! sorry for the long wait, college has been very busy! this is for my flower prompts and requested by @resetjupiter! hope you enjoy!

It’d been three days since Sabo suddenly collapsed. You’d been exiled from his room in the medical bay, checking in far too often for the doctor’s liking and causing a disturbance with your constant pestering. Koala and Ivankov did their best to inform you of any updates for his condition, but for the past three days it’d been static. At least, until now.

You’d been pacing in the medical bay for the past two hours (the doctor said you couldn’t enter his room, but right outside the door was fair game), waiting for the ‘ok’ to enter.

Sabo’s health wasn’t something you ever had to worry about. He was one of the strongest soldiers in the Revolutionary Army and right-hand man to Monkey D. Dragon. The two of you were inseparable, unstoppable. No matter the challenges you faced, you always came out on top. Lady Luck was on your side, protecting you from any and all harm. So why did this happen?

Suddenly, the door to Sabo’s room creaked open. Koala’s head poked out, gently nodding for you to enter, which you hurriedly obliged. Upon entering, you saw Sabo laying in the hospital bed, looking unimaginably tired and stressed despite having slept for the last three days. You slowly approached his bed and sat on the edge, giving Koala a nod as she silently exited the room, leaving the two of you alone.

It was hard to look at Sabo. Strands of soft blonde hair obscured his face which made it difficult for him to see, but that was hardly a problem at the moment as he only stared blankly at the wall ahead of him. His eyes had dark circles around them, clearly stress-induced judging by the shaky frowned etched into his face. Yes, he was incredibly hard to look at, and yet you could see the man you loved hidden behind this shell.

Testing the waters, you stretched your hand over his palm, gently grazing him with your touch. Immediately, Sabo grasped your hand, pulling it up to his mouth, peppering it with light kisses. You felt your heart swell in your chest as your lover slowly raised his other hand to your cheek, carefully brushing it. No words were spoken, only a silent reassurance that you were both still here, in presence and spirit.

“I’m sorry,” he whispered hoarsely. His eyes slightly crinkled, likely from the stress of using his unused throat. But you could still see that familiar glimmer in his eyes, barely burning from the strain of the past three days.

“Don’t,” you mumbled, pulling him into a gentle hug, “don’t be sorry, ever. You’ve done nothing wrong.”

You could hear a tiny sniffle coming from Sabo as he dug his head into the crook of your neck. His arms came to your back, holding you close in an embrace. This was the first hug you shared since Sabo’s collapse, and it reassured you that he hadn’t left. That he wasn’t going anywhere. You heard him speak up from the safety of your shoulder, clutching onto you even tighter.

“I…remember now.” he took a deep breath in, preparing himself for his next words.

“Everything, from before I joined the Revolutionaries. I remember everything,” Sabo’s body began shaking, “My home, my family—my real family, my brothers—Ace!” he grasped onto you for any kind of stability in his moment of complete vulnerability, quivering in your arms as his tears flowed freely.

Slowly, his head parted from your shoulder, but his hands lingered. Your mind went blank as you attempted to comprehend his words. You were aware that Sabo couldn’t remember what happened during his childhood, that when Dragon brought him aboard he was an amnesiac who refused to return back to his family, but you knew nothing of his past. No one did.

“Have you told Dragon?” you asked carefully, resting your hand on his knee.

“No, I wanted you to know first. I’ll tell him and Ivankov later,” his hands fled to your own, running them across the creases in your fingers, “for now, I just want you to be here with me.”

In response to Sabo’s words, all you could do was stare into his eyes. You weren’t sure if it was possible to love Sabo more than you already had, but time and time again he proved you wrong. His devotion, to his family, friends, and you, was unmatched by all.

Sabo shuffled in the hospital bed, continuing to stare down at your hands. Slowly, his eyes met your own once again.

“Thank you,” he murmured, voice cracking, “for everything.”

You gave him a small smile, “Didn’t I already tell you to knock that off? You’ve got nothing to thank me for.”

“You told me not to apologize. Gratitude is still on the table.”

Already Sabo was returning to his usual self, the lingering tears in his eyes drying as you two jabbed each other with sharp barbs, just like how things were before. You knew he was still your Sabo, but seeing and hearing is different than believing. Being able to see his unshakable grin was completely different than recalling a memory of it.

A soft knock at the door interrupted your lover's quarrel, your heads turning to see Dragon opening the door. He gave you a curt nod, and you knew he was silently asking for privacy. One glimpse at Sabo showed that he knew it too, laying a kiss on your hand before your incoming departure.

“Come visit again soon, yeah?” he smiled. “It’d be cruel to abandon a sick man.”

You brushed his stray hairs from his forehead, leaving room for a light peck on his forehead, “You poor thing, I'll bring you some fresh flowers when I come back,” you teased.

You slid off the bed and pranced towards the door, hearing it creak shut as you stepped out into the hallway. Walking through the halls of the infirmary gave you time to think about your parting words, pondering what bouquet would suit your rough, yet incredibly posh and polished, lover.

As you exited the building you spied numerous carnations lining the walkway, planted to raise the spirits of the injured and their families. What caught your eye, however, was a single sapphire flower in the middle of the swathes of carnations.

'A unique flower for a unique man,’ you chuckled to yourself, moving to carefully pluck the flower from its place.

"Just our luck," you whispered, bringing it to your lips for a single kiss.

#╰┈➤ ✧.* 𝑜𝓅 #╰┈➤ ✧.* 𝒻𝒾𝒸 #sabo #sabo x reader #sabo x you #sabo angst #sabo romance #one piece #one piece x reader #one piece x you #angst #fluff #romance #sfw #one shot #drabble prompts #flower prompts #drabble

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cherry-flavoured-thot · 11 months

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Baby’s Breath - a wholesome moment

Leviathan does it on accident. If there's a pen and paper in front of him while his mind is wandering then it's a natural response that he starts doodling random things. Sure one of those 'random' things are two characters that look like you and him doing things together. And yes, there's actually several drawings of the character that looks like you. But it's random. Completely unintentional.

"Hey they look like us." Levi almost screams. So what if you'd been next to him the whole time? That didn't mean he thought you were going to be peering over his shoulder and watching him draw on the paper in front of him. "That sort of looks like me, aw look at all those hearts." You whisper, and he has the urge to throw the paper across the room only to not upon seeing your cheerful expression.

"I can explain..." you don't let him explain, instead gesturing for him to pass you the pen and paper.

"Let me draw something." Silently he does, glancing at the teacher who doesn't seem to notice either of you. You hunch over blocking his view from what you are sketching, no matter how much he tries to look over your shoulder. Eventually you finish, and slide your work back in front of him.

It was a small drawing of you and him (you clearly labelled the two characters 'me' and 'you'), holding hands with little hearts all over it. But it was enough to make his heart race, and silently vow to frame the piece of paper, regardless of the questionable quality of its contents.

#flower prompts #obey me #obey me swd #obey me one master to rule them all #om!#obey me x reader #leviathan #levi #leviathan x reader #om leviathan #leviathan om #my writing tag

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ogdoadfates · 1 year

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Flower prompts #1

Who doesn’t like flower based prompts?

Snapdragons (Deception): “The hell do you mean?”

Waterlilies (Celebration): “I think this wonderous occasion calls for a drink!”

Forget-me-nots (True love/Respect): “I trust you with all my heart, now go get them!”

Poppy (Remembrance): “It hurts yes, but I think a little pain is worth remembering all the good memories we had here.”

Sunflower (Adoration): “How the hell are you this cute?”

Tulip (Perfect/Deep love): “I never thought I could feel or be this loved and yet here I am and it’s all thanks to you.”

Bird-of-paradise (Excitement): “You’ve got to come see this!”

Snowdrop (Hope): “We’ll make it through this.”

Peony (Bashfulness): “Can I sit with you?”

Cosmos (Order): “We may all be jagged pieces, but together we are complete.”

#ask meme #flower prompts #fanfiction prompt #fanfic prompt #romantic prompts #otp prompts #platonic prompts #cute prompts #fluff prompts #angst prompts #angst #fluff #free to use prompts #prompt list #hurt/comfort #hurt/comfort prompts

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paraliveimaginesblog · 3 months

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May I request Sweet Pea for Shion? 😙

Shion Kaida:

Sweet Pea - a tender moment.

Shion couldn’t believe you were both naked and he didn’t have his hands all over you.

When the relationship received an official stamp of approval, you had insisted on learning more non-sexual shows of intimacy. He had raised an eyebrow at that, wondering (worrying) for a moment that you were dissatisfied with him, but he wasn’t one to shoot you down before he heard you out. You had more than earned his loyalty by being a soothing safe haven when he didn’t feel like dealing with the rest of the world, content to simply exist by your side without the need for forced activity or conversation.

It was soothing to feel your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp, fingers running through every strand carefully just in case you ran into knots. He could hear you muttering about how ridiculously silky smooth his hair proved to be, glancing over at your conditioner and wondering if it might just ruin the natural perfection that his hair seemed to have. A chance to have a second scalp massage has him encouraging you to lather his hair up again in your conditioner, the smell of you filling his nose, leaving him with a tingling deep in his stomach that he attempted to ignore. He couldn’t ruin the moment even if this was proving to be a huge turn on for him.

It was soothing to feel your fingers massaging the shampoo into his scalp, fingers running through every strand carefully just in case you ran into knots. He could hear you muttering about how ridiculously silky smooth his hair proved to be, glancing over at your conditioner, and wondering if it might just ruin the natural perfection that his hair seemed to have. A chance to have a second scalp massage has him encouraging you to lather his hair up again in your conditioner, the smell of you filling his nose, leaving him with a tingling deep in his stomach that he attempted to ignore. He couldn’t ruin the moment even if this was proving to be a huge turn on for him.

You had seemed even more excited to play with his hair, asking with a sparkle in your eye if you could braid it; he nodded his head, not in much of a rush to have you stop touching him. You brushed his hair, warming his head with the blow dryer until his hair was in prime condition for braiding. You braided the top part of his hair that was a bit shorter, pulling It back neatly before working meticulously on the much longer strands of his hair until the perfect braid was before your very eyes. He had a feeling it would be a mess by the time morning came, he tossed and turned quite often, but he appreciated the effort you put in despite knowing that.

“See? We can be naked around each other and it doesn’t have to lead to sex.” You wrapped your arms around him as he admired his braid in the mirror, “I mean, don’t get me wrong, I very much like the sex part of it but—”

“I enjoy it too,” he teased, his fingers running along your side. “But what if I get used to being pampered? Are you prepared to attend to my every whim?”

“Well, like, some of them, sure…” You mumbled against the bare skin of his arm, placing light kisses along his pale skin. “I mean, probably most… I guess I can just say all. I don’t know why I’m trying to deny it.”

Shion chuckled, hand squeezing your hip affectionately.

He’d be sure to spoil you, too.

#Paradox Live #Paralive #Paradox Live Imagines #Paralive Imagines #Paradox Live x Reader #Paralive x Reader #Shion Kaida #Shion Kaida x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

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windsweptinred · 6 months

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I wrote this for a fun little flower prompt challenge between myself, @bobbole and @rriavian. 😊🌸

This Bobble's prompt: Holly -The terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day and you - Destiny and Daniel

(This went a whole lot more angst ridden (and longer) than I was intending bobbole. Fear not, there's going to be some comfort with that hurt.. Destiny really is going to try! Warnings for Mother Night being Mother Night.)

Little Brother

"Greetings to you, my Mother."

Destiny of the Endless paused in the entrance of Mother Night's inner sanctum. It was a place awash with the grandiose beauty of her domain. Wondrous to behold, yet undercut by an all encompassing frigidity, an eerily eternal silence, horrific for the senses to experience . A place of awe and dread that perfectly reflected its mistress.

Night stood in the centre, an imposing figure, instructing all about her with a commanding idleness. She acknowledged his presence with little fanfare, gracing him with a smug smirk.

"Destiny, you've come to visit me. How delightful." Her honeyed tone was imbued with a cutting sarcasm that Destiny recognised all too well in young Desire's own barbed compliments. Crossing his free arm about his book, he inclined his head, nonplussed at her taunts.

"You called for me, I came."

"Oh Destiny, always so pragmatic. " She sighed disdainfully. "You have far too much of your father in you." She moved leisurely to join him, sweeping a finger along the spine of his vast book, flicking maliciously at the great chain that bound it to him. Eyes alighting with glee as its metallic clink echoed around the vast, shadowed chamber. Then with an affected air she pinched at his cheeks, cooing tenderly, "An unfortunate eventuality. But you are still my stalwart boy. Yes?" She grinned excitedly, straightening his robes in an overly maternal display. "You have brought him, haven't you? My dutiful Destiny."

A brief flash of something that could have been reluctance passed over Destiny's face. Before he swept aside to reveal the slight, white figure concealed behind his cloaked frame.

Unwittingly finding himself the centre of attention, Daniel, the new Lord Shaper, King of Dreams, Master of Nightmares, Dream of The Endless, visibly baulked. Fretfully he swept a curl behind his ear, fingers continuing to twist and tug at his white locks in an anxious manner. His starlight eyes dashing hither and there in an obvious show of apprehension, before hesitantly glancing up to meet Night's gaze. He gave a slight smile, a hopeful, frail little thing and bowed his head in regard.

"Lady Mother." He addressed her with a timid reverence.

Night stared at the man clothed in white before her with an unimpassioned air, before turning to her eldest. She waved an enquiring hand towards Daniel, face twisted in an obvious show of revulsion.

"What have you brought me Destiny?" She enquired, her voice laced with faux curiosity.

Destiny's brows twitched in aggravation.

"You asked for brother Dream, mother. And here he stands before you."

Night turned with great reluctance towards Daniel again and gave him a critical glance. He shrunk under her gaze, eyes dimming, fingers grasping at his long sleeves as if seeking some form of comfort from them.

Night gave a sickly sweet smile.

"Why, my foolish eldest….This is not Dream." She started towards Daniel, who curled further into himself as she approached. "My most cherished, most precious child."

Grasping his chin cruelly, she twisted it this way and that, before flinging it to the side with the ferocity of a slap.

"This… base THING you have presented is not my little Night Terror!"

She curled her lip and turned up her nose. "It reeks of scorched humanity!"

She turned away from him then, dramatically throwing herself into Destiny's arms with a pitiful wail. Completely unconcerned by the tear that trailed a delicate path down Daniel's pale cheek.

"Oh you are a cruel boy to taunt your mother so." Night fisted Destiny's robes, dangling forlornly from him, letting out woeful, overdramatic cries. "They take my sweet Dream from me and suppose 'THAT' will be compensation enough.

All the while, Destiny stood, expression unaffected. His unseeing gaze fixed on the slowly crumpling form of his brother.

"Your behaviour is unbecoming." He reproached her steadily.

Rearing back with a snarl, she shoved him viscously. Sending him staggering, desperately trying to maintain his stance and grasp of his book.

"How dare you! Ungrateful, spiteful child!"

With that, she rounded on Daniel, sweeping towards him with furious intent.

"And you! How dare you look at me with his eyes. You are not worthy of my starlight!"

She gave his head a hard smack, watching as the deep black of his irises bleed to verdant green in shock.

"Keep them green!" She demanded spitefully. "Like the provincial little planet that birthed you."

She gave a dismissive wave of her arm, turning her back on both of them, a silent but clear sign for them to leave her presence.

"Begone with this dust born Dream, eldest." She ordered with steely absolution. "I do not want it in my presence again!"

For a while, the deathly silence of Night's realm hung over the trio, thick and suffocating. Before Destiny let out a loud, aggrieved exhale, moving towards the younger Endless, who stood, near bent double with grief. Daniel's eyes gleamed and chin wobbled precariously, yet he held his composure with an admirable will.

Raising his arm, so his long sleeves draped like a protective barricade between supposed mother and child, Destiny gestured towards their exit.

"Come," He instructed. "We will take our leave of this place."

He watched as Daniel gave one last, despondent look towards Night before giving him a mournful nod in agreement. When, however, after several moments the younger had made no move to leave, Destiny sighed, grasping one slender wrist in a firm but gentle hold. "Come Dream." He said pointedly. And in a flurry of pages they left the realm of Night behind them.

…………….

The landscape unfurled around them like an opening book. Infinite darkness gave way to a hazy grey blue sky and the sharp cool of night lessened to a comfortable chill that tickled at the nose and fingers. The smell of foliage, half living, half dead, musty, yet comforting filled the air and in the distance, childish cries of joy could be heard accompanying the screech of ancient swing sets. A small park, tranquil and picturesque in its autumn hues.

Despair seemed to consume Daniel all at once, his strength fleeing him as he slumped dejectedly onto a nearby wall. "I never asked for this." He muttered, voice thick with misery. "Yet they treat me as if I struck his killing blow for my own advantage…. I never asked for this."

Destiny inclined his head as if conceding a truth. "And yet you are, always have been and always will be Dream of the Endless." He stated, in a tone that left little room for argument. "A fact Night knows all too well. This was a chance for her to act out her own selfish dramatics. Nothing more."

Daniel raised two pleading, wet, life-green eyes to meet Destiny's vacant pupils. "I am no good at this."

"And yet you will be."

Daniel leant forward, resting his head against the ancient tome Destiny held to his chest.

"I will never be him."

"No." Destiny confirmed resolutely. He felt the younger sag at his words.

"But you will be you, and that, in time, will be better."

Daniel pulled away, regarding his older brother with a small, sorrowful smile.

"Do you think so?" He asked, voice quivering.

"I do not think, I know. I am all that is between the beginning and end. I am every tomorrow, every path ventured. Every fate foretold. I know this."

He raised his free hand to rest it atop of his younger siblings head. "I am your elder brother, and I know this."

Daniel clutched briefly at the others sleeve in a silent show of thanks before Destiny withdrew his arm. Finally acknowledging their surroundings, he glanced around them, taking their surroundings in curiously.

"Where are we big brother?"

"Where you need to be." Destiny answered cryptically, turning to the regard the misshapen gravel path that lay to their right.

Daniel quirked his brow inquiringly, following the elders gaze as a woman he knew all too well, rounded the corner.

Lyta Hall had changed little since he had last seen her. Still a statuesque beauty, despite the air of inconsolable grief that hung about her like a shroud. Though today, she seemed somewhat content. Swinging the light grocery bag that she carried in time with the light tune she hummed to herself, taking in the autumnal serenity of the park. That was, until her gaze alighted on them.

Her eyes widened in astonishment, the bag she clutched, slipping from her shock slack fingers and landing with a squelching thud which promised irrevocably ruined products.

"Daniel?" She asked in disbelief. Both stared at the other, amazement and apprehension intermingled across their features.

She reached out towards him, almost instinctively, "Daniel… my baby?" She asked, soft, desperate and hopeful.

Daniel shook his head frantically, expression screwing into one of abject misery. "I'm not, I'm not…" He tried to grind out until his resolve finally broke. The first anguished sob fell from his lips, followed by another as his body crumpled in on itself. He slipped from his perch on the wall, descending to the ground… Only to be swept up into Lyta's waiting arms. Tenderly tucking his head beneath her chin, she rocked him soothingly like a babe in arms.

"Don't cry, don't cry." She murmured to him. Running gentle caresses through his white locks, sweeping away his tears devotedly and placing loving kisses to his brow. Completely oblivious and uncaring of the commotion they were causing in the otherwise tranquil park. "It's alright, it's alright. My baby. Don't cry. Mummy's here. Mummy's got you. Don't cry."

Destiny spared one last glance towards once mother and once child. Daniel had curled eagerly into Lyta's maternal hold, clutching desperately at her as his heartache poured from him. Neither spared the elder Endless a glance, lost entirely in each other's embrace.

"Be well, little brother." He wished the young dream Lord earnestly.

And then, he was gone.

(I had to really hold back from making Destiny too sentimental in this, make him act how he would act and not how I wanted him to act. Poor Daniel. I love him so but I don't half make him suffer in fics. 🙈)

I'm posting this here rather than on A03 as I want to work it into the next chapter of what was 'Dandelion Wishes' …Now, 'Turn of the Wheel' . It needed renaming to match the entire theme of the fic. 😁 Anyway, I hope you…is 'enjoyed it' the right phrase? 😅)

#daniel hall #destiny of the endless #daniel!dream #Dream of the endless #lyta hall #mother night #the sandman #flower prompts #sandman comic spoilers

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fugitivehues · 2 months

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amaryllis | pride | How far I'd go to prove I love you.

#fukami hikari #taize niwa #dnangel #watercolor #fanart #myart #flower prompts #fukaize #im so used to thinking about them as ot3 it doesnt feel the same without yuu lol #how about them watercolor GRADIENTS <3

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Hi !! So happy requests are open

could I have a Gardenia for Duece 😍😍?

Deuce Spade:

Gardenia - the love of a friend who doesn’t want to just be friends.

You had agreed to dance as just friends.

Deuce remembered his first day in NRC, the chaos that had erupted around him and how you had still spoken to him without hesitation. You had never seemed afraid even when his scary side came out, you had always been gentle when his frustration festered and had encouraged him to keep pushing forward even when his studies seemed impossible. It came to the point that you talked daily, and Deuce walked you to class each day even if your classes were in completely opposite buildings (he thanked the Track club for pushing him as hard as it did because he might be in much more trouble without it). Stamping you with the ‘best friend’ title just seemed right, especially when he spoke with his mother about you, but lately it had almost felt like an insult. Just a best friend, that was all? It was more than enough, he tried to rationalize, he didn’t expect anything else from you other than being a loyal friend yet somewhere along the way he must have started to see you in a different light.

You looked show-stopping in your masquerade outfit, the elegance with which you held yourself, the way you moved gracefully from place to place, laughter being shared with all kinds of people, it led Deuce to truly believe you were royalty. Even with a mask on your face he’d recognize you anywhere, the curve of your smile a dead giveaway to your identity; he had spent many days looking at it, admiring it, memorizing every line in your face to the point his dreams of you felt all too real at this point. But you were friends, just friends, and his admiration was of the friendly sort; it wasn’t unusual to admit that your friends were attractive and constantly invading your thoughts, was it?

You had been the one to approach him with the offer of a dance, trying to stifle your giggles as he stumbled over himself. Did he know how to dance? Not like this, admittedly, he wasn’t really a man who had ever explored the culture of masquerade balls. He was on the track team, able to control his limbs and feet, moving swiftly from here to there, but he didn’t know how that might translate to dancing. You pointed to where other couples were mingling, getting swept off their feet and over the dance floor with a flourish that made him jealous. He wanted to show you off like that, twirl you around and make you the center of attention; it meant people would see your connection, that he was the one who could support you and hold you up like this, that you were meant to be his partner —

His dancing partner, that is.

Deuce agreed to a dance after watching others do it for a few moments, having the steps repeating in his brain to the point it’s all he could think of even when you moved closer to him. You do successfully steal his attention when you grabbed his hand, shocked blue eyes meeting yours as you smiled at him again. He let you lead to a comfortable spot before the music changed into a tune that was inherently slower than before, the moves the same but the steps much slower this time. His hands rested high on your body, almost to the point he seemed uncomfortable and stiff.

“You can put your hands lower, Deuce. Relax!” You even helped him, lowering his hands until they were touching your waist, though he hovered over it for a moment like he was afraid to touch you any lower. “It’s okay, I know you won’t cop a feel or anything.”

Deuce gasped a little at that, the grin breaking out over your face telling him you were just messing with him again — he wished he could get you back for that. For always toying with him, even if it was in an unintentional way. Just one time he wanted to leave you breathless, thinking of him for days and wondering what it was he felt for you. He could make a move now, lower his hands just a little more, grip your waist just a little tighter or even move them to your back to bring you even closer to him. You almost seemed expectant, eyes never leaving his face as you danced together, not even when you almost bumped into another couple.

With just one move, Deuce could show how he felt, he could be honest with his feelings.

The ball was in his court now.

#Twisted Wonderland #TWST #Twisted Wonderland Imagines #Twisted Wonderland x Reader #TWST Imagines #TWST x Reader #Deuce Spade #Deuce Spade x Reader #Scenario #Flower Prompts

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