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envies-writing-corner · 9 months

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Hello, Stranger

Genre: (F, A)

Includes: Mysta, Kyo, Shu

Word Count: 650

TW: mentioned Death, Meet-Cute cringe?

Concept/Title explained: Soulmate AUs

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Mysta Rias: Red String

Mysta would not believe you if you told him he would wake up to find a red string attached to his pinky and it would lead here. He wouldn’t believe it for a second. Maybe that’s why it was so difficult to grasp the fact that it was true.

As the detective stepped out of the car, he looked towards his hand, the string growing tighter, leading into the graveyard in front of him. Every fiber of his being was begging that it wasn’t what he thought, that his soulmate was just visiting someone. Everyone knew soulmates were something important, that only one person was meant to be with the other end of the red string. He’d heard of how it’s supposed to be a magical moment when you meet your forever partner for the first time, his own friends Fulgur and Uki having tried to explain how it felt when they met in person. This moment was anything but a joyful fairytale scene as his string went taught, pausing in front of a grave.

Shock pierced through Mysta as he fell to his knees, unable to comprehend the words on the tombstone in front of him, desperately trying to pull the string from the packed dirt, giving up as it wouldn’t give. This was reality, his soulmate was dead… and he had found them too late.

“I’m sorry… I’m sorry you died without me...”

Kyo Kaneko: Colorblind

For as long as Kyo could remember, the world had been dull and void of life. He had believed it to be because of his illnesses, that because of his constant hospitalizations the world just didn’t seem as it once did to him. When he was accepted as a member of Iluna, he quickly realized that wasn’t the case. His friends bustled with life, joy and excitement, just to make their fans and each other feel happy. They had always spoke of the colorful world they’d lived in, how Ren’s world was all black and blue, how Aster seemed to shine in his purple outfits, how soft Maria looked with her pink accents. Kyo wondered if he’d ever experience the beautiful world his friends kept gushing about.

Nothing prepared him for that day though, when a new student had joined the Iluna institute, his world bursting into color like an explosion, his eyes immediately landing on you and your beauty.

"That stranger...”

Shu Yamino: Timer

Shu’s timer always confused him. It never seemed to tick down, not by a second, minute, hour, or day. The clock on his wrist never changed. It didn’t help when he was thrown years forward into the future. In fact, when he did get transported, he forgot about the timer, not once checking it since he joined Luxiem.

When the topic of timers came up on stream a year later during a Zomboid collab, everyone had revealed what their timer said. Some, like Nina’s and Ren’s had already gone off, while others like Alban’s and Wilson’s had years to go. Shu could feel his heart in his throat when he noticed his only had a few more minutes. He wracked his brain, trying to think of who was part of the collab he hadn’t met, who was running late. His answer came a minute later, his timer down to under a minute when his doorbell rang. Muting his stream and running to the door, he saw you. You hadn’t noticed your timers going off as you looked at your phone, seemingly confusing the house with your friends as you look up, slightly annoyed.

Everything was in slow motion when you looked up, eyes locking with purple as your phone fell, quickly looking at your wrist then Shu’s as everything became clearer. He smiled, picking up your phone and handing it back to you, a teasing tone to his voice.

“Hello, stranger...”

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A/N: thank you for your patience regarding new fics, I would like to state that due to recent news regarding Mysta Rias’ graduation, I will no longer write for Mysta unless requested, similar to how I write for Yugo. Until his graduation date, please support him and the rest of Luxiem through this difficult time, and stream Detect My Love. ~Iris

#luxiem x reader #mysta rias x reader #mysta rias #kyo kaneko x reader #kyo kaneko #shu yamino #shu yamino x reader #Iluna #luxiem #iluna x reader

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yan-snowcave · 1 year

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♥️ Love is in the air~ ♥️

Reader x Yandere boys, Valentine headcanon's + drabble's

Words : 1K

Yandere's featured here :

- Alan [@hatchetmanofficial]

- Keith & Tenebris [@dualityvn]

- Casanova [@cannibalsweetheart]

- Friend [@stnaf-vn]

- Robin [@turnthepagevn]

A/N: While all of these characters have a drabble I'm not that confident in the Friend & Robin one I wrote ^^" I'm still trying to learn more about Friend and Robin but for now I will see this as a small test, so sorry if they are OOC

Also happy Valentines! Who needs a partner when you can have cheap chocolate the next day and yandere boyfriends >:3c

🪓🦌 Alan Orion 🦌🪓

• Instead of buying you chocolates or a bouquet of flowers he whittled a wooden heart locket for you with a love message on the back.

• Prepared a picnic under the starry night near the river where a lot of animals come by to drink or rest.

• He would be over the moon if you gave him chocolate filled with honeycomb.

[Drabble]

Pointing at the diffrent animals, Alan's head rested on your shoulder as he whispered facts about them. Whenever your eyes met you could see his love & devotion glistering in his eyes.

One of Alan's arms wrapped around your waist, pulling you into a passionate kiss.

Yes, you're sure that this is where you belong, next to your beloved Hatchet Man.

🪴🌹 Keith 🌹🪴

• Makes his own chocolate in the shapes of roses, if you like white chocolate he will even dye them red with green leafs.

• Takes you to a botanique garden, pointing at flowers that remind him of you before revealing their meaning. He also brought a cute, little lunchbox with food that you can share.

• At home you would be pulled into a comfy, cuddle session, while he showers you in kisses and tells you how lucky he is to have you by his side.

• He gives you a bouquet of flowers, it contains red, white (and even a black) Rose, red & white Carnations, pink Asters, magenta Zinnia's, Heliotropes, Hyssops, Sweet Pea's and White Gardenia's.

[Rough Meaning : Sweet love but also eternal obsessive, he will shower you in long lasting affection & won't ever forget you. You make him happy and he's willing to sacrifice anything to stay by your side since you're perfect in his eyes]

[Drabble]

A hand runs through your hair, sweet nothings are whispered into your ear, followed by a kiss on your cheek.

Flowers from the bouquet are tucked behind your ear as you return his affection through kisses, nuzzles and whispered praise.

Causing him to blush as your fingers intertwined at last.

🎮🌹 Tenebris 🌹🎮

• Failed at making chocolate so he just decorated the cupcakes with it, some slightly resemble those cute animal cupcakes. Just with very melted faces and wonky chocolate ears.

• Tenebris plays a love song that he composed for you on his guitar. If you praise him for it he will blush.

• Doesn't really get why valentines is that important to some people. He also buys the chocolate the next day when it's on sale & shares some of it with you.

• Thought the mistletoe tradition was also used on valentines day. He was very disappointed & confused when he learned that it's a Christmas exclusive thing. ("But it's all about kissing and Valentines is all about this shit! Your kind is really confusing, y'know that?")

[Drabble]

You two sat on the ground, backs leaning against the couch as the sound of button mashing echoed in the room.

Curses, popcorn and the occasional tease were thrown around. A few kisses were thrown in to distract the other from winning the game.

Of course, this lead to where you two are currently now; on the ground, laughing, arms wrapped around each other as Tenebris purrs in delight.

🫀 Casanova🫀

• Will bring you still beating human hearts instead of chocolates. One heart has a love message carved into it but you can barely read it with how mutilated it looks.

• Cooked a fancy dinner for you two, the table would be covered in rose petals with candles illuminating the room.

• Casanova would swoon [And be his overdramatic-self] over whatever gift you give him. Get ready to be praised, hugged and kissed, for best results get him a red & black coloured fancy knife tho.

• If you ever hinted (be it serious or jokingly) interest in owning a chainsaw he would get you a custom one, so that you two could match.

[Drabble]

Sitting next to a grave wasn't what others or you yourself would call romantic. But Casanova just knew how to change that.

Sitting on one of the Valentine gravestone's you listened to him, serenading a love song to you, his duo-coloured eyes never leaving yours.

Fiddling with the onyx ring on your finger, you slowly reached out to him. Silencing him with a kiss.

💛 Friend 💛

• Brings you your favourite sweets in a custom made box [tri-coloured like his shirt with stickers of your favourite animal/s on the box.] Which a custom, self-made plush swan is holding onto.

• Friend will take you to the cat café where you confessed to each other. He orders the valentine special, which is a strawberry milkshake with two straws and a plate full of diffrent sweet treats to share. [He will try to feed you and if you refuse he will pout, if you do feed him he will be happy but alsontease you.]

• Don't joke about marrying him on valentines, he will go and buy a ring if he doesn't have one already waiting in his pocket.

[Drabble]

Friend nuzzled his cheek against your neck, arms wrapped around your waist as he looked towards you.

Pink glowing eyes were reflecting the love he held for you. Such a deep love that simply couldn't be explained by mere words.

With a teasing grin, he took a bite out of the treat you held. Licking his lips as he whispered into your ear.

"As sweet as these are, I much prefer to take a bite out of you, Sweetheart.~"

📖 Robin 📖

• Made a reservation at a restaurant so you could share a classic romantic meal together, dance on the roof under the moonlight and share a special moment fit to be in a romance movie.

If you prefer an at home date, he would of course spoil you with a home-made meal & cuddles in his semi-eldritch/human form.

• His gift to you besides the classic flowers, jewellery, chocolate (made by Ellie because his somehow caught fire and almost burned down his kitchen.) Is a book he wrote for you, filled with every reason why he loves you and hopes that you stay with him until time itself ends.

• Would love to get a book you wrote yourself in return. He would treasure it and keep it somewhere safe, not wanting to risk it getting damaged by anyone.

[Drabble]

The moonlight shone down upon you two, candles burned gently as the wind rushed through your hair. As you took a sip of your drink your eyes locked onto Robin.

Who sat there silenty, skimming through the book you gave him before suddenly closing it. Grabbing your hand he placed a kiss on each knuckle, whispering a gentle promise against your hand.

"I will treasure this gift like I treasure you, my beloved.~"

#my dear hatchet man #duality game #cannibal sweetheart #stnafgame #turn the page vn #casanova valentine #stnaf friend #robin adler #duality keith #duality tenebris #mdhm alan #alan orion #mdhm #stnaf #see thru need a friend #happy valentine's day #my writing

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clumxy · 1 month

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Do you have ur own ocs?

I actually do, yes! But their stories only exist in my head unfortunately. I wanna try very hard to actually flesh them out and share them with the world but it's not easy lol.

Hope you don't mind, this will be a little long

These are the main guys I'm working on. My little witches, it's supposed to take place in a fantasy world but everything's subject to change.

Red hair: Terrence, Pink hair: Olivia, Blue hair: Aster.

Terrence and Olivia meet when Olivia goes to her local bakery and finds that they've hired a new worker, that worker being Terrence. He seems familiar to her for some reason but she can't quite put her finger on it 🤔 She eventually finds out that the owners found Terrence, injured near the bakery and took him in and allowed him to work there for a place to stay.

One day, Aster comes into the bakery and bursts into tears upon seeing Terrence. She talks about how she's happy to see him again since he (her brother) has been missing.

What she doesn't realize, however, is that Terrence isn't her brother but is instead someone else who has uhhh, borrowed his appearance.

That's the basic premise of the story and I worked on a whole magic system for this thing but realized that it wouldn't actually come into use that much haha.

Then there's this guy!! La Min Han :]]

(I like his name a lot but my friends say his name is really ugly rip)

The story is takes place from middle school to high school, and my little guy over here is a little antisocial lol. He hates interacting with people except for people he already knows which is why throughout his entire school year, he's stuck to his childhood best friend, Thura Aung.

All that changes when he meets Yu Wai.

Yu Wai is a bubbly cheerful character who experiences a lot of pressure from her parents. She has to move a lot because of their work and ends up not making any long-term friends because of it.

She quickly befriends La Min Han although he's hesistant at first. They become really close friends that their classmates can't help but tease them about it and that sparks an awkwardness between the two of them, mainly from La Min Han's side.

Sounds sooo stereotypical but I really want to focus on the importance of having good friends to support you through tough times and also how you should just communicate with people.

Extras are Eve, Anthony and his sister. I wanna make a short story with them. Eve's a new practicing witch and Anthony thinks she's the coolest girl ever.

The story's about Anthony's sister finding one of Eve's charms and using it to her benefit while Eve is freaking out because her charm is gone. It's something more sweet and lighthearted compared to the other stories I have in mind.

Aaaand my first ever sonic OC, Fig because it's a rite of passage!!!

That's all of it I think, I hope whoever read this far was at least a tiny bit entertained, if not I will cry. They are my babies and I care for them

#ocs #original characters #clumxy rants #clumxy answers #posting about my ocs here is so nerver wracking #why do I feel shy lmao

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archivalofsins · 10 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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hanafubukki · 2 years

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Ace Trappola’s Flower Bouquet Meaning

aka Hana rambles about flowers lolol

Twst Bdays Flower Language Masterlist

HE HAS ROSES in his bouquets!!! YESSSSS 🙌🙌🌺🌺💕💕💕

so so so I am loving all shades of pinks and purples and I just adore it.

if you think about it, shades of pink plays a role in Heartslabyul. Heartslabyul rules has students painting white flowers red. Now, if you mix those colors, it becomes pink.

In a way, this shows a blend of Ace. He respects the queen of hearts only for those expectations to be shattered because of Riddle, but then he grows and he gains that respect back after seeing how hard his dorm leader works.

Plus if you think about all those theories about Ace becoming dorm head? it’s likely will be a mix of how Ace will uphold there queen’s law but at the same time maybe he’ll add his own twist to it?

his sun, moon, and wave side changed opposite from jamil’s....I wonder if that's just design choice of has some astrology meaning. Ace also has a mage hat too which we couldn't see before because it was blocked.

Ace doesn’t really show his emotions...well, well he does, but we all know how much of a little shit he can be.

but, boy do his flowers give a bit of insight

as always, flowers have different meanings in different countries and regions and it depends on colors too. I’m just going to list some flowers that I think they are, but I could be wrong lolol

Pink Roses: (different shades of pink all have different meanings)

Dark Pink: thank you, I am grateful, gratitude, appreciation, I agree with you, I want to be with you.

Pale Pink: I am sorry, get well, healing, grace

Pink: Friendship, Chaste Love

Purple Rose: Achievement, success, high honor

Number of roses is can contribute to meaning too: [giving meaning of 10-15 since I counted at least 10]

10 Roses: You are perfection, you are pretty

11 Roses: you are my treasured one, to assure someone they are truly loved,

12 Roses: be my steady, asking them to be yours, love and admiration

13 Roses: forever friends, eternal friends, secret admirer (ace you little shit lol 😂)

14 Roses: I’m proud of you.

15 Roses: I’m really sorry, asking for forgiveness, wish for forgiveness (ace betrayal theory anyone??)

Carnation: Gratitude, never forgetting someone, you are unforgettable, thank you,

Dahlia: strength, perseverance to overcome, encouragement, You can do this, (dark colored dahlias also mean betrayal, sadness, insecurity...so betrayal theo- *ducks*)

Aster: loyalty, wisdom, faith, valor

Gerbera: cheerfulness, celebration, protected heart, emotional strength

Azalea: abundance, hope for good things to come their way, love and passion, stay true (in some countries they even mean beauty and death -cough-)

Hypericum Berries: symbol of peace, protection, rebirth

Zinnias: Absence, missing you, lasting affection, friendship.

Chrysanthemums: friendship, happiness, well-being

Awww Ace you’re so cute! 🌺🌻💕 He shows gratitude, strength, and so much more in his bouquet, essentially expressing himself in way we would never get to see usually.

Please please let all the Heartslabyul boys have roses too. And maybe, just maybe, Riddle can have one from each of his friends? That would be so cute!!

Random Facts: Flowers can be assigned to days too. So since the 23rd is on a Friday, the flowers are: Forget-me-nots (Meaning: speak up, I will not forget you, don’t forget me, true love), Carnations, Love-in-a-Mist (such pretty flowers, meaning: Kiss me, you puzzle me, opens to love), and Pink Rose. Given what's in his bouquet, I think they probably considered the day too 👏💕

Anniversaries could also be considered, since its the 3rd bdays for all the boys, their flower will be Sunflower: strength be well, strength, happiness, male healing, confidence, self-esteem, assertiveness.

Credit: Thank you to Lala (@/mobagehellocal) and Chris (@/jaberwockk) for talking flowers with me 🌺💚💕 Please, go talk flowers with them too. They are such nice people. 💚💜💕

#twisted wonderland #Ace Trappola #disney tw #disney twisted wonderland #flower meaning #twst #twst ace #twst ace trappola #flowers #twst birthdays #twisted wonderland ace trappola #broomquet #ace broomquet #Ace trappola flower bouquet #flower language

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moonchildstyles · 1 year

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angel always wears asters hoodies but aster wearing angels hoodies since she always gets them a size bigger cuz she likes them to be oversized and he’s pulling up to his job wearing a pink hello kitty sweatshirt that smells like strawberries and cupcakes

STOP WAIT EVERYONE SHUT UP:((((((((( like theres days that I think she has to go to class before he has to go to work so hes getting to like be there and lounge a little while shes getting ready and like making breakfast for her when she peeks out of his bedroom and "can I wear one of your hoodies please?" and like ofc he will the same way ofc shes going to ask him even if everything of his is also hers:( but maybe seeing her in his big black hoodie leaving for class all cozy makes him extra :(((( so then its him grabbing one of hers before he goes to work :( like him showing up in a big pink hoodie w flowers and everything on it but hes still in his black pants and his black nails and eyeliner and everything hes just happy in his girls hoodie:(

#anon #ask #aster inspo #concept #unpopular opinion but I don't really see her as a hello kitty girly!#she likes the pink and all but I don't think shes like committed to the hello kitty thing #if anything shes more like a strawberry shortcake girly!

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asters-random-sideblog · 1 year

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hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

my name is aster.

my pronouns are she/her/they/them.

my main is @anxiety-lemsbian

If you want other blogs to follow my art/music sideblog is @phoebes-bridges

i love musicals, especially hamilton, matilda and heathers

my comfort movies are mamma mia and high school musical

likes: cats, phoebe bridgers, finland, vintage teacups, watercolours, music, bracelets, queer people, radio silence, taylor swift, rain, cardigans, knitted vests, embroidery, green, lorde, dangerfield, drawing, quirky stuff, ducks, stars, girls, tumblr, tacos, art, ballgowns, long skirts, oversized shirts/jumpers, sweetpeas, rainbows, alice oseman, daisies, mochi, lily of the valley, eliza and the delusionals, pale sunlight, typewriters, rotary phones, earrings, like three people, lavender, floral scented soaps/conditioners, peppermint lip balm, blue eyes, the texture of velvet, being alone, apple pie, gilmore girls, people using my correct pronouns, heartstopper, little women, reading, nice pink watermelon, british accents, a flower fairies treasury, sarcasm, sunflowers, the ocean when it’s raining or dark, stuff that’s naturally grey (rainclouds, etc.) lemon iced tea, frances janvier, spanish, macarons, bubble tea

dislikes: math, global warming, migraines, the sun, tight clothes, pimples, homophobia, spiders, racism, transphobia, shitty people, terfs, aphobia, tiktok, wasps, watermelon when it’s too red and floury, my father, school, most people, being bad at spanish, being alone when I feel people will judge me for it, depression, anxiety, people being ignorant, my mother, drunk people, smokers, feeling uncomfortable, most men, vomit, rejection, being delusional

i’m a minor

i speak un peqeño español and i love cats

my pronouns page:

i love osemanverse but im especially addicted to radio silence, solitare and loveless (i kin frances sm)

im gay (in a sapphic way)

BETH MARCH STAN OMG

love love love darcy olsson and sam kerr lol

i loveeeee enola holmes

im in love with the one bracelet i own

i have depression and anxiety, and probably asd and adhd

feel free to drop into my inbox at any time i love getting asks

i like sleeping

this is a list of songs i claim as my own:

liability, ribs, no better, stoned at the nail salon and sober II (melodrama) by lorde

happiness is a butterfly and cinnamon girl by lana del rey

not strong enough, anticurse, letter to an old poet and true blue by boygenius

meteor shower by cavetown

the story of us, seven, illicit affairs, you’re on your own kid, would’ve could’ve should’ve, if this was a movie , hoax, i don’t wanna live forever, right where you left me, i can see you, invisible string, the lakes, mirrorball and this is me trying by taylor swift

motion sickness, moon song, graceland too, garden song, kyoto and i know the end by phoebe bridgers

watch you sleep and rue by girl in red

there it goes and you’re just a boy (and i’m kinda the man) by maisie peters

summer child by conan gray

all-american bitch, brutal, deja vu, lacy, bad idea right?, hope ur ok, teenage dream, get him back! and good 4 u by olivia rodrigo

just exist and cigarette by eliza and the delusionals

ok i think im done

am i done?

i think imma make an aesthetic board actually

lets do it!!!!

also pls tell me if ur uncomfortable being called babe/darling/love

general DNI's apply, terfs, homophobes, transphobes, NSFW accounts etc etc

have a wonderful day i love you :)

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featherby · 1 year

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Be My Valentine? (Toad x Reader)

You are a teacher at the Jean Grey School for Higher Learning, and Valentine’s Day is fast approaching. While your students are busy preparing for the dance, you have something else on your mind—the flowers left on your desk with no name attached. Will you figure out who left them before Valentine’s Day, or will you be chaperoning alone?

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You walked down the hallway of the mansion to your classroom, dodging the dangling pink and red paper hearts that hung from the ceiling. Valentine’s Day was coming soon, and the students had planned a party. Decorations were plastered on every wall, surrounding bright pink flyers announcing the time and place: 7 PM, the dining hall. For the night, the tables would be shoved to the side and stacked with snacks and drinks, the rest of the room filled with confetti, streamers, and balloons, lights dimmed and music blaring while they celebrated.

You would probably be chaperoning, camped out by the wall, making sure no one spiked the punch.

It would be nice to have someone to spend the day with, you thought. Spending it alone wasn’t anything new, and therefore wasn’t especially painful, but it would be nice. Different. A little less lonely.

It was…fine. You had time, the whole rest of your life, to find a partner. And even if you didn’t, it wasn’t that big a deal. You functioned just fine on your own. But you had to admit it would be nice.

Valentine’s Day was a reminder of that.

You stepped into your classroom and flipped the lights on. A burst of color that wasn’t usually there caught your eye as the room brightened.

There, on the desk, was a bouquet of flowers. Red carnations, purple asters, tiny white flowers sprinkled in between, all arranged in a vase. You stooped to smell them, their sweet perfume making you smile. Beside them, you noticed a blank red envelope. You picked it up and slid the card out—a simple one, a red heart with Be my Valentine? in gold on the front.

Inside, in small, crooked handwriting, it read:

I wasn’t sure if I should do this or not, but I decided I might as well try. I think you're great. You smile at me whenever you pass me in the hall, and it makes my day every time. (You probably smile at everyone, but I still like it.) I hope you have a happy Valentine’s Day.

You smiled as you read it. Such a sweet note.

With no name on it.

You checked over the rest of the card for a signature, the back the front, the envelope, inside and out. You looked the bouquet over for a card tucked between the flowers. Nothing.

You sighed. That was just your luck, wasn’t it?

The door opened, and you looked up. The janitor, Toad, walked in, a stern look on his face that grew sterner when he saw you at the desk.

You smiled. “Morning.”

He nodded, hovering in the doorway a moment, before grabbing the trash can from beside your desk.

You looked at the flowers again while he emptied it, turning the vase, hoping to find something hidden between the petals, if not a name, then a clue of some kind.

Toad replaced the can and made his way back toward the door, head low.

“Wait,” you said, before he could leave.

He turned around, hand on the doorknob. “Hmm?”

“Did you see anyone come in here this morning?” you asked. “Someone left me these flowers, but they didn’t put their name on the card.”

He frowned, a deep crevice forming between his eyebrows. “I didn’t. Too busy running back and forth cleaning up everyone’s messes to see anything,” he grumbled.

Your heart fell. “Oh. Thanks.” You sat, head propped on your hand, gazing at the bouquet as he let himself out.

Toad shut the door with a huff and put a hand to his forehead. Dammit. Dammit, dammit, dammit! He knew you got to your classroom early, but he though he still had a little time. As soon as he’d left the room that morning, he’d changed his mind about leaving the flowers and the note. It could only go badly. At best, you’d never find out it was from him. At best, you’d be disappointed. At best, you’d be disgusted.

But it was too late to trash the whole idea now.

No one had seen him leave them. No one knew he was planning to. There was a chance you might not figure it out.

He’d just have to hope you stayed in the dark.

Inside, you looked at the flowers and smiled. Things were looking up, at least. You moved them to the corner of your desk by the wall where they wouldn’t be knocked in the floor and turned on your computer. Right now, you had a class to teach.

The mystery could wait for the afternoon.

***

No one had any idea who left you the flowers. No one had seen anyone in the hall that morning. No one had seen anyone coming or going with them through the front door. No one knew anything.

You carried the vase back to your room on campus, placing it on a table near the door. It had been silly to get your hopes up, hadn't it? Anyone could have left them, and the odds of you figuring out who were slim to none.

It didn’t really matter, you supposed. But the upcoming holiday had swayed you. Valentine’s day was made for this, making people want romance any way they could get it. For a minute, you thought you could be one of those people, happily in a relationship on Valentine’s Day, all those hearts and roses and candies feeling like they were made for you. It was embarrassing to admit, even to yourself, that you had been a little more than excited to see those flowers on your desk. Maybe hopeful, maybe something more.

You picked up the card and reread it for the dozenth time. You smile at me whenever you pass me in the hall. They were right—that could be anyone. You passed by just about everyone each day, on the way to your classroom, the cafeteria, the dorms. It makes my day every time.

Well, maybe if you’d signed your note, I could make your day again. You sighed and sat heavily on the edge of the bed. Alright, let’s narrow this down.

It wasn’t handwriting you recognized, so it wasn’t a coworker you were close to. It was probably a man, but you couldn’t be sure about that based on handwriting alone.

Then it hit you: The bulletin board.

You could check there. Of course. Months’ worth of notes were pinned up there from the faculty, sign-up sheets, questions, requests, announcements, most of them written by hand, and most with names attached.

You picked up the card and set off.

Most of the pages on top were about the dance—sign-up sheets for chaperones, shopping lists, another flyer like the ones in the hallway. None of the writing on top matched your card. All too thin, too neat, too curly, too stiff. You lifted the top pages to search underneath, scanning over the tapestry of old notes.

A few letters caught your eye.

The paper had been covered by others; now only the very end peeked out. You tugged it free from the pin holding it in place and slid it out.

I don’t suppose we could just give them water this time instead of punch? Or anything that isn’t sticky? After the last party, it took me three days to get the floor clean.

—Toad

And that was it. Same crooked letters, same wide e’s, same smudged ink.

You’d found your man.

You let the papers fall back into place on the board and tucked the note you’d pulled from the bulletin into the card. As you turned to head back to your room, a half-smile tugged at the corner of your mouth. Toad. You were a little surprised. He didn’t seem to like… well, anyone. He kept to himself, glared at everyone, including you, and acted like everyone around him was nothing but the source of a mess he’d have to clean up later. You did your best to be nice to him, but it never seemed to make a difference.

Until now, of course.

He’d said his piece. Now it was your turn.

You walked back to your room on autopilot, the familiar halls nothing but a blur hidden behind your thoughts. What to do… The Valentine’s dance was the next night—the students and faculty alike would be preoccupied. Not much time to plan anything, but you weren’t about to let that stop you.

As you got ready for bed, a plan took shape in your mind. It might be a happy Valentine’s Day after all.

***

You picked up the bag from the counter and slung it over your shoulder. A glance at the clock told you the dance was set to start in an hour—plenty of time to spare.

You walked down the hall, scanning for Toad’s whereabouts. Students dashed back and forth, showing off their dresses, looking for their friends. You smiled. They deserved a good time. It’s a hard life being different—any joy is worth savoring.

You rounded the corner and spotted Toad’s janitor’s cart parked outside a classroom door, stacked with buckets and bottles. Inside, he stood near the back of the class between the empty desks, sweeping tiny specks of confetti into a pile.

You knocked on the door. “Are you busy?”

He grumbled something you couldn’t hear, then crouched to hold the dustpan in place while he swept the little paper hearts into it. “I am actually, so whatever’s been spilled or broken, I’ll get to it when I—” He looked back over his shoulder, the sour frown on his face vanishing to surprise when he saw you. “—get to it. Er. Hello.” He stood and shuffled around you to the trash can, dumping the confetti inside. “I didn’t realize it was…” He loaded the broom back onto his cart. He took a moment to think, fiddling with the bottles on the cart, then looked back at you. “What did you need cleaned up?”

You shook your head. “Oh, I didn’t need anything cleaned up. I just wanted to know if you were busy.”

He stared at you, unblinking. “Nothing that can't wait, I suppose. What do you need?” He clutched the edge of the cart in his hands to keep from fidgeting.

“Well, I really liked the flowers you got me,” you said, noting the slight change in his facial expression at the words—his eyes grew wider, his jaw tensed. “And I thought your note was sweet. So I was wondering if you might like to have a picnic with me on the grounds. While everyone is busy won't bother us, you know.”

He blinked, expression measured and unchanging. “How did you figure they were from me?”

“You have distinctive handwriting.” You smiled. “So. Picnic?”

“I, um, I mean, I would—” He swallowed and started again. “I’d love to. Yes.” He grinned. It was the first time you’d seen him smile.

You couldn’t help but smile back. “Great. I’m ready whenever you are, but I figure you need some time to finish up here.”

He glanced down at the cart and his grimy uniform. “Give me just a few minutes. Please. I promise I won't take long, I just—”

“That’s fine. Take your time. I’ll wait for you by the front door.”

He swallowed, forcing himself to breathe. “Right. I’ll meet you there. I won't be long, promise.”

“I wasn’t worried about it.” You laughed and waved as the two of you parted ways. A few steps down the hall, you glanced back over your shoulder to see him jogging along with the cart, keys jingling on his belt. You smiled and headed for the front door.

You hovered there, watching the students congregate, laughing with each other, twirling their skirts, fixing each other’s makeup. They all looked so happy, so excited—and for the first time in a long time, you felt the same.

***

Across the school, Toad panicked.

He scrubbed the grime from his arms and face in the bathroom sink. He ran his fingers through his hair, willing it to look something like presentable. Dis he have any clothes for this? Could he find some on such short notice? Christ, why did I agree to this? He shook his head to dislodge that particular thought. Because I bloody want to do it, that’s why! He turned off the tap and looked at himself in the mirror. This would be fine. it would be great. At the very least, it wouldn’t be awful. Unless you decided that you hated him, but what were the chances of that?

He decided not to answer that particular question.

Forget it. Just get changed and go find her.

***

You glanced at the clock on the far wall. He would be here any minute. Unless he had decided not to come, of course, but you didn’t let yourself dwell on the possibility. The students had disappeared into the dance, the music faintly thrumming through the doors, the pink and red lights reflecting through the windows.

You swayed to the music, eyes glued to the clock, lost in thought. This would be fun, right? A nice change of pace for both of you? You didn’t know Toad very well, but no one here really did. He seemed antisocial, like he’d be happier if everyone at the school disappeared or dropped dead and left him alone. But no one really wanted to be all alone, did they? They just wanted someone who treated them well, the way they wanted to be treated.

You sighed. You needed this date. And maybe Toad did too.

Beside you, someone cleared their throat.

Your eyes broke away from the clock, and you looked over to see Toad standing beside you. He held his hands, clutched together, in front of him, shuffling where he stood. “Hi.”

“Hi.” You smiled and straightened up. “Sorry, just thinking.”

“It’s fine. Sorry I took so long, I just wasn’t…” He didn’t know how to finish. He’d been trying to make himself look presentable, or at least as presentable as he was capable of looking. Someone you wouldn’t be ashamed to be seen with. But, he thought, failing that, this would do. He wore a light blue button-up shirt with a red bowtie and suspenders. He wasn’t sure how he felt about it—they made him stand out too much, more than he already did.

“Don’t worry about it. You look great.”

His heart skipped a beat. “No, you look great,” he blurted. “You always look great.”

You smiled as his cheeks went red. “Thank you. Ready to go?”

He nodded stiffly. “Yes. I’ll follow you.”

You held the door open, and he kicked himself for not opening it for you. The two of you walked in silence across the grounds, a comfortable silence for you, a madly uncomfortable silence for Toad. Should he say something? What? What would you want him to say? He couldn’t decide, so he made up his mind to wait until you said something—no sense in making a nuisance of himself right away.

Across the yard, the star-speckled sky spread out above you, the moon’s glow shining on the path. You stopped at a spot between two trees, their branches reaching out for each other above you.

“Is here okay?” you asked.

“It’s fine with me,” Toad said a little too quickly, cringing at himself.

You sat your bag against one of the trees and unrolled the blanket, spreading it out over the grass. You sat and pulled containers of food, drinks, and utensils out.

Toad stood, staring down at you, shifting back and forth.

You looked up and saw his uneasy squirming. You felt the same, as much as you hated to admit it—a little nervous, a little unsure. It was nice to know you weren’t alone in it.

“Sit,” you said, smiling and patting a spot on the blanket beside you.

Your voice startled him out of his stupor. “Right. Sorry.” He sat, careful to leave a gap between your leg and his.

You finished pulling the boxes out of your bag and sat it aside. “I didn’t make anything very fancy,” you said, popping the lid off a box of small triangle-cut sandwiches. “But I wanted to make it nice, you know?”

He nodded. “I wish I’d known about this sooner. I’d have—” He frowned. “I don’t know what I’d have done, but I would’ve done something.”

You laughed. “You could have known about it earlier, if you’d put your name on your card.” You nudged him, and he flinched away. Not the reaction you wanted. “And you did do something. You got me flowers.”

He tilted his head. “I dunno if that counts quite the same. Flowers versus making a whole meal for two.”

“It’s not a competition, first off. And I happen to love those flowers, and that note, so don’t talk bad about them.” You gave a fake scowl, then laughed. “And if you really need to even the score or whatever, I’m sure you can think of something.”

“Suppose so.” Toad fell quiet and stared down at his lap.

You nudged him again. “You okay?”

“Yeah.” He sat up and looked you in the eye, but in a split second, he broke your gaze and looked back down. “I’m just…”

“What?” you said softly.

“I’m sorry it was me and not… somebody better.” He shrank into himself. “You're probably disappointed. I can't blame you if you are.”

You frowned and turned so you were seated facing him. “I am not disappointed. And I'm not sorry it was you. If I had been, I would have just acted like I never figured out who that note was from.” You put your hand on his shoulder. “If I didn’t want to be here, I wouldn’t be.”

He glanced up through the hair hanging in front of his face, wide dark eyes reflecting back the moonlight. ��You don’t have to say that, you know. It’s fine.”

You huffed. “I am not just saying it, I mean it. Whether you believe me or not, it’s the truth.” You looked him up and down. “And I don’t care what I have to do to prove it.”

He gave a short laugh, still looking down, not meeting your eye. “You know, I almost believed that. Easier to believe it when it comes from you, I suppose. Probably nicer to me than the rest of this school combined, if I'm honest.”

“That’s their loss.” You shuffled a little closer to him and rested your hand under his chin. He flinched, locking his wide eyes with yours. You smiled. “I didn’t mean for this to make you upset. Is there anything I can do to cheer you up?”

He blushed and sputtered out a few syllables, none of which managed to form words.

You traced your thumb along his jaw. “Can I kiss you?”

“Yes, please.”

The words came fast and clear, and Toad cringed at the desperation in his voice. But before he could apologize or even linger too long on the thought, he found your lips pressed to his, soft and warm and sweet, everything he had hoped for, but a hundred times better. He closed his eyes, and for a moment, he felt nothing but you against him.

You pulled back, hand still resting on Toad’s face, to look at him. Relaxed, eyes closed, lips parted, a trace of a smile on them.

His eyes snapped open and his mouth shut. “Um. Was that…? Did you…?” He couldn’t find the words to finish his questions.

“It was, and I did.” You pressed another quick kiss to the corner of his mouth. “Did you?”

“Yes. Very much.”

You smiled. “Good. Because there’s plenty more where that came from. Hungry?”

You opened the rest of the boxes and the two of you ate, little sandwiches, fruit, crackers and cheese, and chocolate-covered strawberries. You told him about your life, about your hobbies, about the multitude of awful and hilarious things your students had done since you started work at the institute. He told you horror stories from his time as the janitor, things he’d seen in the Brotherhood, his interests and ideas for the future.

Eventually the food ran out and your glasses went empty, but you didn’t feel like leaving just yet. You leaned in beside him and rested your head on his shoulder, fingers intertwined with his. He leaned his head on top of yours and squeezed your hand.

“So, when can we do this again?” you asked, closing your eyes and sighing happily.

“Whenever you want.”

You laughed. “No, not whenever I want. You're busy. And you said you wanted some advance warning next time. So I’m leaving it up to you.”

“You might not want to do that.”

“Why not?”

“If it’s up to me, it’ll be tomorrow.”

You let go of his hand and wrapped your arm around his waist. “Works for me.”

He looked surprised. “Does it?”

“Mm-hmm.” You snuggled into his side. “When and where?”

He paused, hand resting on your back. “…Can I be absolutely absurd here?”

“Of course.”

“What time do you eat breakfast?”

You smiled and laughed. “Around seven.”

“Meet me in the kitchen then. I’ll have something ready.”

“Don’t overextend yourself, okay?” You squeezed him and looked up to meet his eye. “I know tomorrow’s going to be busy for you, cleaning up after the dance and all.”

“Don’t worry, that can wait until after breakfast.”

You frowned and nudged him. “I’m being serious.”

He nodded. “Alright, I won't lose sleep over it or anything. But I am gonna do something.”

“I’ll allow it.” You nestled back into his side and closed your eyes, then felt his arm creep around you, his hand finding a place to rest on your hip.

The chill of the February air crept over you, and you knew you shouldn’t stay out here much longer. But for a few more moments, you could enjoy this.

“Happy Valentine’s Day,” you whispered, holding Toad a little closer.

“Happy Valentine’s Day.”

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nanamisflowerfield · 2 years

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Hello! Is it all right if I request a scenario with Tsumugi from A3? In the scenario, the reader leaves him flowers after every play with specific flower meanings (like asters, tulips, roses, etc). They don't reveal their identity but always leave something like maybe a paper with a symbol! And it's been going on for a while. Then one day he sees them leaving the flowers! It's up to you on how to end it!

Also, I hope you're doing well since the en server disappeared (╥﹏╥) And I hope you have a good day! 💕

HLEHIEGE Omg I loved it! I love flowers sooo much and their meanings and just putting this and Tsumu in one fic just makes me so happy! Thank you so much for the request!💕 I hope that you like it and have a great day, Taruchi!!💕💕

They stood in front of the crowd and the Mankai Company was truly happy, after the great performance of the Winter Troupe. It was the first time that Tsumugi stood there, with a bright grin gracing his lips and thanking every visitor for being there, while he was still in his Michael costume. Not only did he liked the Sympathy for the Angel play, but also the cheerful audience and one certain person whose eye shined as bright as the sun.

Slowly, they walked away, hands tightly around the bouquet of daffodils in their hand as they walked near the door of the actors, knowing that he would be there. They placed the daffodils carefully on the ground, before they knocked on the door three times and rushed out, far away with dusted red cheeks.

“Tsumu-Tsumu!” The called blue-haired actor turned around in his seat and asked what Kazunari wanted. “There is a bouquet for you.” He smiled, giving the bouquet that he found in front of the door to the older man. “Huh? For me?” His eyes gazed at the yellow flowers before wandering towards the card that was stuck with them. On the card was just one symbol on it. It was a beautiful flower with one wing next to it.

Who has sent him these flowers and the card?

“Are those narcissus?” Izumi asked him, while many members stared at the Winter Troupe leader, who nodded his head. “Yes, they are also called daffodils or sometimes jonquils. I always liked them. They also have the meaning of… respect.” He mumbled the last word, still gazing at the flowers in his hands. Did that person know about his favorites flowers or have you sent him them due to the meaning of the flowers?

But it hasn’t ended on this day, no.

During his next play as Soma Keiichi in My Master’s Mesmerized by Mystery, he saw another bouquet of fresh and good smelling Hibiscus. Their meaning:”Express gentleness towards another person”.

Tsumugi’s lips curled up, ignoring all of his friends who tried to tease him.

As Ryohei Izumi in the next play, he hadn’t had a lead role and knew that Azuma and Tasuku were pretty great, so why did he get another bouquet of flowers with the exact same card? “Magnolia…” He whispered the flowers name under his breath, before his cheeks turned pinkish. “Hey, At-Home Tutor, what is the meaning of them?” Yuki smirked, pointing at the bouquet that Tsumugi held carefully in his hands. “N-Natural beauty…” He answered, ears getting red as the younger actors teased him for the flowers. “Oh my, what wonderful flowers and meaning! I even have a great poem about-“ The blue-haired actor walked pass Homare, who loudly talked about one of his many poems, to bring these lovely flowers away.

Smiling during the play, your friend just told you to be fast, before they will leave you behind. “Don’t worry. I will run fast to bring him these pink roses.” Your friend nodded, smirking at you, while you shoved another card in there. “When will you ever talk to him?” Your friend asked you, pocking your side to make you jump in your seat. “Huh… Uh… Never… I’m happy to give him my flowers… Maybe he will know about their meaning.” Your friend pointed at your card. “With that thing over there, he surely will figure it out one day.” You gulped, shaking your head. Perhaps he will figure it out or perhaps not. Who knows…? “What’s the meaning of it?” You smiled, turning your gaze towards the stage as Tsumugi or how he was called in the play Chris – walked on the stage. “Confidence, happiness, trust in someone, express feelings for someone without any romantic connection.” You listed the meaning of the pink roses. “Sure… Expressing feelings for someone without any romantic connection.” They repeated your words with a knowing smirk.

Azuma smiled at the Winter Troupe leader. “You got pink roses before but know you got some sunflowers? Strange that you haven’t got any other rose.” Tsumugi only laughed, holding the bright yellow flowers with his hands, pressing them nearly onto his chest. “They are probably just a fan.” The older actor raised his eyebrow at him. “Really? What meaning do sunflowers have?” Gasping lowly, Tsumugi’s face turned away, trying to hide his blushing face. “Loyalty, longevity, a-adoration…” He turned around, walking fast to his room, before Azuma could laugh at the actor. “Just a fan, huh?”

Next were the bouquet of carnations that he had put on his desk, holding the empty card in his hands, that only had showed him the same symbol that he always had seen. Tsumugi had really appreciated that you were a fan and had sent him flowers all the time, after every play of his, but were you aware of the meaning? “Maternal or familial love, fascination, love and distinction.” He mumbled the meaning of the flowers, knowing them perfectly well. “Who are you…?”

Fortunately, luck was on Tsumugi’s side as he saw a beautiful person walk pass him, slight blush gracing their cheeks as his eyes wandered to the bouquet of yellow tulips in front of the door. Was that beautiful person perhaps his secret fan? Wait… Yellow tulips. No, you weren’t just a fan of his. You were in love with him. The Winter Troupe leader turned around, wanting to ask the stranger about the flowers, only to realize that the stranger was already gone. “One-sided love.” He whispered as his heartbeat stopped for a second. “I will find you…”

Another play and perhaps another day with beautiful bouquets. Tsumugi was sure of it. They will be there again and he will make sure to talk to them. During the play, his eyes moved to the audience every here and there, hoping to find the beautiful stranger once again in there, but there were too many people sitting. He couldn’t find them so easily, so he had to find another way. But surprisingly he hadn’t found any bouquet again. What was happening? Weren’t you there? Have you lost interest? He needed to find you.

Tsumugi dashed out of the building after the play, wanting to find the stranger and finally talk to them as he walked pass the building with a certain symbol on it. Wait, he knew that symbol. He had always seen this symbol on the cards! Was this flower shop maybe the place where you got your flowers? Have you always bought them there?

His feet stopped in front of the building. It was still open, so maybe if he could ask, then he could get some answers. But his train of thoughts were interrupted as the door opened, he somebody crashed into his chest, destroying a few flowers of the bouquet the person held tightly in their hands.

“I’m so sorry!” He immediately apologized, bowing his head before his eyes wandered to the face of the stranger. It was them! The one he had seen back then! “N-No! I’m sorry!” The stranger stuttered, holding the bouquet of red tulips in their hands, not wanting to meet his blueish eyes. “It was you…” He whispered now. The stranger who sends him the flowers must be you! You were so shy and looked so adorable with your blushing cheeks. You were in love with him. You adored him. You were fascinated and wished him always luck with your flowers. You were the one. He had finally found you.

“I’m Tsukioka Tsumugi. B-But I’m sure that you know who I am.” He chuckled, raising his hand to shake yours. “I-I am (y/n).” You stuttered, giving the tulips to Tsumugi. “Thank you.”

You were aware of the meaning of the flowers… You knew about them, as you were the shopkeeper. You were the beautiful florist that fell in love with a troupe actor. The one person that was sad that they couldn’t get the tickets for the newest play, but still wanted to give him the bouquet.

“Would you like to go on a date with me?”

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marmorafarms · 1 year

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Memento Vivere

(Sebastian/Cis Female Farmer)

There is a lovely fic written by @ohhgingersnaps called We Didn't Start The Fire and I knew that I just had to write something smutty for it!

It's a really cool Superhero AU reminiscent of Miraculous Ladybug. Everyone should go check it out right here!

Pairing: Sebastian/Ava

Rating: E for Explicit

Summary: When Ava asks Sebastian out, he has no idea what to do. How can he say yes when he's still interested in Phoenix? Luckily he doesn't need too much convincing to realize what the right choice is, and has some fun.

Content Warnings: blowjob, cum eating, facial

Author's notes: The flowers do have meanings, and you can learn what they mean in the author's notes on my ao3! Go check it out!

But before you read...

18+ ONLY!

Sebastian sat on his bed, face in his hands. He couldn’t believe what had just happened on the bridge out by the quarry. Couldn’t believe that he had just been the world’s biggest dick to Ava. But he had done it for her own good, so that made it okay, right? He groaned in frustration as her face swam into his mind’s eye, her face crumpled in disappointment, eyes filling with tears.

They were just supposed to be hanging out, looking to see if there was any amethyst out in the quarry that day. Ava had wanted to get some for Abigail, and since it was so close by, she had quickly shot Sebastian a text, asking if he wanted to come down and hang out. She had brought a duffel bag along with her normal bag, and soon it was full of ore, minerals, and rocks. Oddly enough, Ava hadn’t put a single thing into the bag she always carried with her.

“I’m so glad we found something for Abigail,” Ava said happily. Sebastian nodded.

“Yeah, she’s going to love all that amethyst!” he said with a grin. “And hey, you found some stuff for yourself. Too bad there’s nothing for me,” he teased.

“Well, I actually have something for you,” Ava said shyly as they started to cross the bridge. Sebastian cocked his head in confusion and paused.

“What is it?” he asked. Ava blushed and smiled softly.

“Close your eyes,” she said suddenly. Sebastian did, a grin on his face.

“If this is some kind of prank…”

“It’s not, I swear!” Ava said. There was an odd rustling noise. “Okay you can look now!”

Sebastian opened his eyes, and what he saw made his blood run hot and cold at the same time. He didn’t even know it was possible to feel such overwhelming feelings of happiness and sadness at the same time. But looking at the beautiful bouquet presented to him, he was becoming very aware of how possible it was.

It wasn’t just any old bouquet. It was a bouquet of Aster, honeysuckle, pink, red and white Camelias, red chrysanthemums, and beautiful red and yellow tulips. This wasn’t just a sweet gift, it was a love declaration. Unless…

“Do you know what this is?” Sebastian asked in a choked voice. Ava nodded fervently.

“Of course I do Sebastian! You hate flowers, why would I give you a bouquet unless it was to ask you out? I’ve been wanting to buy one for you for awhile,” Ava said shyly.

“You have?” Sebastian asked, mouth dry.

“Mmhm,” Ava said, but she no longer looked as happy and excited as she was when she first handed him the flowers.

“I can’t accept them,” Sebastian said. “I’m sorry Ava, you’re great but…”

“But what?” Ava asked, lower lip trembling. The flowers fell from her hands to the ground, and Sebastian looked away, tears welling in her eyes.

“I…” he finally looked at her. He couldn’t say this while looking at the sky, she deserved to know the truth, and not have him tell her in a cowardly way. “Look. There’s someone else. I…I really like you Ava but I just…I can’t take these.”

“Who is it?” Ava asked, trying to keep her voice steady. Sebastian internally grimaced. She would kill him if he told her he was turning her down for a superhero. She didn’t know what his relationship with Phoenix had been, and he wasn’t going to tell her. If he just said “Oh I’m in love with Phoenix!” she would be offended. It’d be like her turning him down because she had a crush on her favorite movie star.

“It’s better if I don’t say,” Sebastian said. There was a pause before he finally cleared his throat. “I’m gonna head back home. I’m sorry Ava. I don’t…I never wanted to hurt you.”

“You did anyway,” Ava said bitterly, and Sebastian felt his heart crack in two. He turned on his heel and quickly walked back home. He did the right thing. Right? Being with Ava while being head over heels for Phoenix…that would be terrible. Ava deserved someone who would focus on her and only her. His mother had tried to say hi to him as he came in, but he didn’t bother greeting her, practically running down to his room. And that led him to where he was now, face in his hands, trying not to burst into frustrated tears. Why couldn’t feelings be easy? Why couldn’t he just forget Phoenix and move on? Ava made him so happy, and obviously he made her happy! So why couldn’t he just give in, let them both have this?

Suddenly there was a crashing noise from upstairs. He could hear the alarmed voices of his mother and…some man? The voice was familiar but not, all at the same time. Curious, Sebastian shook himself out of his thoughts and walked upstairs. He gasped in shock at the sight before him.

Ava was being supported by Linus, the man who lived behind his house. Something seemed wrong with her ankle, but the main thing that Sebastian noticed was that she was absolutely drenched.

“Ava?” Sebastian asked, surprised. She looked up and turned tomato red.

“What do you want?” she snapped, and the whole room went silent. Nobody had ever heard her speak to Sebastian like that before.

“I…why are you all wet?” he asked.

“That’s what I was just explaining!” Linus said. “You’re a bit late, lad. Anyway, she was rushing down the path and tripped on a rock. Tumbled right into the lake. Twisted that ankle something awful. Glad I pulled her out. I know she’s friends with you,” he said, nodding towards Sebastian, “So I brought her here.”

“We’ll get her some dry clothes and then we’ll take her straight to Harvey’s,” Robin said. “Sebastian, show her where the shower is, okay?” Sebastian and Ava looked at each other, both dreading having to be around each other for much longer. Sighing deeply, Sebastian nodded and helped Ava hobble down the hallway toward the bathroom.

“There’s some fresh towels in that cabinet and some extra washcloths too. Maru or my mom will bring you some clothes, okay?”

Ava leaned against the sink and stared at him. When their eyes met, Sebastian found that he couldn’t look away. There was something intense and fiery in her gaze. Without really realizing it, Sebastian closed the door with him still in the room.

“Who is it?” Ava said, voice shaking. She didn’t need to clarify, they both knew who she was talking about.

“It’s nobody in Pelican Town if that’s what you’re wondering,” Sebastian said softly.

“So you’re pining after some woman you’ve never even spoken about before?” Ava said, acid dripping from every syllable. “You’ve never talked about a woman from a different town before. Why is she such a secret?”

“She’s not…it’s just…ugh!” Sebastian said, hand coming up to cover his eyes. He pushed his bangs away from his face and breathed out hard through his nose. “Why do you care? Why does it matter?”

“I just want to know what you think she has that I don’t. That way I can prove that I can do anything she does for you…but better.” Ava’s face was blazing, and Sebastian flushed all the way down to his chest. He’d never heard Ava talk like that before, and shit it was doing something for him.

“Ava,” Sebastian said weakly, “I need to figure this out myself.”

“Yeah you do,” Ava said, pushing off from the sink and hobbling over. “But I disagree slightly. You don’t need to figure it out by yourself. You need some help, and I’m here,” she said, and ran a hand down his chest. “Right here, ready to help.”

“Ava!” Sebastian said in a high pitched voice, looking away from her. “Don’t talk like that!”

“Prude,” Ava said playfully, and Sebastian knew she didn’t mean it.

“I just think maybe we shouldn’t be going so fast,” he mumbled and Ava chuckled.

“All I did was touch your chest,” she said, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, but you’ve implied plenty,” Sebastian said.

“What have I implied exactly?” Ava asked, dragging her hand further down his body, fingertips ghosting over his clothed abs. Sebastian gulped.

“That you…that you want to…you know,” Sebastian said, and he was sure his face was still fire engine red.

There was a small silence and Ava dropped her hand. Sebastian looked at her curiously.

“I do want to,” she said. “But if you really don’t want to…if that other girl is really who you want…I’ll stop. Just say no and I’ll stop right now,” Ava said in a firm tone. “I don’t want to do anything you don’t want to.”

Sebastian raised a shaking hand and cupped Ava’s cheek.

“I want to,” he whispered. “Fuck…I want to so bad.”

Neither Ava nor Sebastian could tell you who moved first, but their lips crashed together, and it was just as violent as it sounded. It wasn’t the pretty kiss that you’d see in the movies. It was full of pure want and need, teeth clicking and noses bumping. It wasn’t sexy, but it was what they needed.

Soon they fell into a comfortable rhythm, the sounds of lips on lips filling the air. Ava’s fingers tangled in Sebastian’s hair, tugging slightly. He let out a strangled noise of pleasure. She tugged again experimentally.

“A-Ava…” Sebastian panted, eyes closing.

“You seem to like that,” she said and moved so her body was flush with his. Her arms wrapped around his neck and Ava looked in his eyes. “What else do you like?”

“I dunno…I haven’t done much,” Sebastian admitted. Ava nodded, and smiled encouragingly.

“That’s okay. Let me take care of you, okay?”

Sebastian didn’t have long to wonder what she meant before her soft hand was cupped around his clothed length. He gasped, and she gave him a concerned look.

“It’s okay,” he said with a shaky smile. “Just wasn’t expecting it.”

“Tell me the second you want me to stop,” Ava murmured. He nodded, and then immediately stuffed his knuckles into his mouth to muffle a truly pornographic moan that nearly left his mouth as Ava tugged his shirt down with a finger and sucked a purple mark on his collarbone.

“Don’t want you to forget me when this is over,” Ava said. She ran her tongue over the mark and then made another next to it.

“I could never…I would never…ahhhhh…”

Ava’s hand lightly stroked him over his jeans. It was quickly becoming uncomfortable, and to both of their surprise, it was actually Sebastian who freed himself from the confines of his pants, unzipping his fly. Ava looked down, pupils blown wide. His boxers were slightly wet with pre, and her mouth looked like it was watering.

“Can I see?” Ava asked.

It was at these words that Sebastian fully realized that holy shit his pants were unzipped and Ava was looking and she wanted to see his cock. A wave of embarrassment washed over him. What was he doing? And what if she didn’t like it?

“I…I guess?” Sebastian said shyly.

“I need a yes or a no Seb,” Ava said reaching down and squeezing his hand. “I’m not gonna do anything you’re not 100% comfortable with.” Sebastian couldn’t believe he was with someone so considerate of his feelings. He took a deep breath and then nodded.

“Okay. Yeah, okay you can,” he said and shimmied his pants and boxers down just enough so his cock could spring free. Ava let out a moan as she looked at his dusky pink cock.

“God you’re gorgeous,” she said.

“I’m not,” Sebastian said, and Ava shook her head.

“You are,” she insisted, “Look at you! Fuck, I want that in my mouth.”

“Ava!” Sebastian yelped. “You can’t just say that!”

“Why not?” Ava asked with a light laugh.

“I don’t know!” Sebastian said, hiding behind his hands. “It’s just…I’m not used to hearing you talk like that.”

“Do you want to?” Ava asked coyly. Sebastian peeked at her through his fingers.

“Do I want to what?” he asked.

“Get used to hearing me talk like that,” she asked, biting her plump lower lip. Sebastian looked her over. Ava’s lips were plump from kissing, and her cheeks were dusted with pink. The look in her eye made some sort of primal beast inside him roar in approval, and he found himself nodding.

“Yeah. Hell yeah,” he said. Ava gave him a deep kiss at these words and cupped his plush ass. She slowly got to her knees, and Sebastian watched in wonder as she drew level with his cock.

Ava spat in her hand and reached for his cock. Sebastian couldn’t believe she was on her knees doing things he’d barely let himself imagine in the privacy of his room. Her slender fingers wrapped around his cock and gave him a few preliminary pumps before she gently kissed the tip. She pulled away, a string of pre connecting her lips to his cock.

“Ready baby?” she asked.

“Yeah,” Sebastian said breathlessly.

Ava lapped at the head, dipping her tongue into his slit. Sebastian tried to keep quiet as she took him down her throat, but it proving to be a difficult task. He was tense and shaky, and eventually, Ava popped off. Wordlessly she put his hand on her head and went back to work. She looked up at him with big doe eyes and gave a tiny nod, giving him permission to let go.

And boy did he ever.

He gripped Ava’s hair tightly, thrusting into her mouth. The hot wet heat felt so deliciously sinful, and he couldn’t believe she was actually enjoying it! Ava’s face was blissed out, clearly loving being used like this.

“C-close,” he panted.

Ava pulled off and looked up at him. “I want it on my face,” she said. “I have to take a shower anyway.”

Sebastian nodded, too caught up in the moment to be embarrassed by this. His hand flew over his thick cock a few times. Fireworks exploded as he came, and he gasped out Ava’s name as she stuck out her tongue, catching a few ropes of cum on her tongue.

He quickly grabbed a washcloth and wet it, wiping her face off. She stood up and winced as pressure was put on her twisted ankle.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” she said. “Just need to get changed.

“Let me grab some clothes,” Sebastian said. “I’ll help get you out of your clothes…and return the favor,” he said with a grin. “Can’t be the only one to cum.”

Ava nodded, and Sebastian quickly did up his pants. This was going to be one hell of a night, and he was more than ready for it.

#sdv au #stardew au #sdv fanfic #stardew fanfic #wdstf #sdv sebastian #sdv sebastian x farmer #stardew sebastian #sdv smut #sdv sebastian smut

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Diluc wouldn't call himself a specialist in anything regarding flowers. He knew the more popular legends about local species, but nothing more. He couldn't tell their effects or the correct dosage to turn a petal into deadly poison or medicine. His first trip to Sumeru was eventful, too much in fact. During one of his few moments of respite, he stumbled upon the most colorful flower he had ever seen. Blue, white and pink, putting any other to shame.

There was only one person whom came to mind. The owner of the most soothing of voices, she would patiently teach curious clients about Asters not knowing her presence alone outshone them. A plan was formed.

It wasn't usual for Diluc to appear in the city at night, but if he were to don his mask... Who would question Mondstadt's 'protector' for placing a vase of flowers on someone's balcony? He could simply claim to have caught a thief attempting to reap the local apothecary's hard work for themselves. It's a shame he wouldn't be around to see her reaction, but just knowing that it may have put a smile on her face, perhaps turned a bad day around, was enough.

She was putting her things away when a rattle outside caught her attention. At first she thought it was something on the street below, a tipsy tavern goer on their way back from a night out. She was going to ignore it, brush it off, but when a shadow moved across the window she pulled her notebook to her chest, heart skipping a beat.

Slowly, she made her way toward the wooden door. It was still locked, thankfully, so it took her a moment to open it. Seeing as her apartment was on the third floor it would have been hard for anyone to reach her. The obvious culprit was one of the city cats knocking into a pot she forgot to put back on the shelf. Scanning the balcony nothing seemed out of place - except for a vase. One she didn't put out herself.

She walked toward it, the notebook and pen in her hand finding rest on the small table by the door. With her hands free, she could inspect the vase with ease. It was light, made of lovely blown crystal that danced in the swaying lanterns. Inside were several beautiful flowers, their ombre leaves of violet and white settled so perfectly on pink tipped leaves. She'd never seen them in person, but they looked like Padisarah flowers - if that were the case, they had traveled very far to reach her.

"Where did you come from?" She asked, leaning down to sniff the floral waves flowing from the center. It was sweet, held a bit of morning dew and made her nose tickle. A curious but happy smile touched her lips, a soft laugh of disbelief following shortly after. Her thumb ran over a petal while she gazed out into the night.

In the distance, a hooded figure looked toward the balcony watching carefully how the woman carried a delicate vase of flowers into her home, singing softly as she went.

#hazelmail #coffee elixir #hazel simps for him #hazel got a gift #how could i not add onto this lovely work #its tone was so romantic #so comforting #i couldnt help it !!#thank you for rhe gift #😭😭😭😭😭#diluc simp elixir

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This is not a proper ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 🏹ROOK BIRTHDAY SSR FLOWER ANALYSIS* 🏹 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ since all the pics I’ve seen of his card are too low quality for me to confidently say what his flowers are or aren’t but considering Rook holds a special space in my little heart I decided to share some first, highly un-educated guesses about his bouquet! I'll post a proper analysis once I get my hands on a better quality pic of his SSR!

Please enjoy some flower-musings!

The big white ones I assume to be marigolds. Marigolds are a symbol of the sun and represent power, strength, and light that lives inside of a person. They can also mean passion, positive energy and emotion, as well as creativity. (There’s also the expression “to be someone’s marigold” – in this case marigold is a person a person that protects and helps the other thrive, encouraging them to grow.) (However, marigolds may also symbolize a feeling of despaired love, grief, jealousy and mourning, resurrection, remembrance and honoring the dead.) Otherwise, they may be white hydrangeas which symbolize purity, grace and abundance, heartfelt emotion, gratitude for understanding, and apology, or they’re Chrysanthemums which represent loyalty, honesty, and devoted love (as well as happiness, longevity and joy). (White chrysanthemums can also represent death and are popular funeral flowers.)

The darker pink/maybe slightly purple-ish/mauve, if you will, ones could be bellflowers which symbolize affection, constancy and everlasting love, delicacy and humility, maturity and attraction, as well as gratitude, support, and romance. Or they're candytufts (iberis) which stand for joy, beauty and sweetness (as well as stoicism and indifference.) They might also be dianthus which symbolizes feminine beauty and innocence – in purple dignity and power. Lilacs could also be an option which represent purity, innocence and spirituality. (They are also symbolic of a first love.)

At one point I thought foxgloves might be in his bouquet and while I’m no longer convinced of the idea, I still don’t want to rule them out as a possibility until I’ve seen his card in better quality. Foxglove is associated with insincerity, pride, intuition, creativity, and energy, magic, ambition, productivity, communication, cooperation and confidence. In the Victorian language of flowers gifting someone foxgloves means “I am ambitious for you, rather than for myself.” (I just think they'd fit him really well other than the insincerity part. But like I said, not sure any of the flowers in his bouquet actually are foxgloves.) (There also is a folktale that picking foxgloves angers faeries so we might see them again in a Diasomnia bouquet? (foxgloves are poisonous so that belief likely is a simple tale to discourage children from plucking them.))

Moving on to the dusty pink/lighter pink ones: baronesse garden roses symbolize achievement, completion and perfection, and are, as all roses are, a universal symbol of love, desire, and beauty. Another possible rose variation is the hybrid musk rose (rosa moschata) which represents charm. They could also be begonias which represent love, romance and affection, or caution and consideration, as well as good communication between different parties.

Or they are (tower chamois) China asters which stand for love, wisdom, and faith, as well as daintiness. Technically pink carnations are also an option but personally I think they’re too small for that. Either way, pink carnations symbolize gratitude and are generally used as Mother’s Day flowers. Another maybe, more likely not are freesias which symbolize joy, renewal, and friendship.

Onto the more peachy ones: hibiscus flowers’ meanings include ephemeral beauty, romantic love and passion, friendship, hospitality, and joy, as well as happiness, sunshine, and good luck.

At the top left he has what I think are amaryllis which mean pride, strength and determination.

The green ones I believe to be gerbera daisies - a symbol of innocence (of children’s hearts), happiness and gratefulness for the life you've been given. Basically, they are a vibrant celebration of life in fragrant flower form. Or they might be zinnias which represents love that is growing or being renewed (as well as good wishes to someone who’s building and hoping to grow a business – so good luck for financial endeavors)

He has little wheat looking things which may or may not hold any meaning. They might be foxtails, which commonly symbolize financial difficulty and economic change, but they are also believed to be a sign of protection.

One of December’s birth flowers is narcissus which might also be in his bouquet but I can’t say for sure yet. If they are though, they represent creativity, inspiration, awareness and inner reflection, forgiveness, and vitality. (You may give someone narcissi to let them know they’re ‘the only one’ for you.)

These’re all of my personal thoughts/predictions on what Rook’s bouquet might consist of that I'm only sharing because I feel like there's a big lack of Rook brainrot-flower-analysis on my dash. Again, I’m not a flower connoisseur and the pictures I’ve seen of his SSR have been horribly blurry so basically I’ve been going “and this mass of yet-undefined shapes and color that might be purple or pink or mauve or something in between could be that flower :o” and hoping for the best. But as promised, I’ll make a proper post with more accurate (and maybe more detailed) flower-thoughts soon. Until then, that's all I have but please feel free to let me know if I missed or wrongly idenitfied any flowers!

#twisted wonderland #twst #rook hunt #twst rook #flower analysis #kind of #flower musings and predictions more like #the rook brainrot is real smh

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