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dwarf-hat-enjoyer · 9 months

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🌼Favorite Flowers🌼 (Bachelors' V.)

synopsis: Favorite flowers of all six Stardew bachelors! No farmer mentioned, headcanons. SFW.

w.c.: 1.2k words!

content warnings: None!

A.N.: shoutout to @jellyaris for inspo on the Shane section! Hope everyone enjoys these little snippety snippets...Suuure, some of these headcanons kind of diverge from canon (yeah, yeah. Alex is neutral to dandelions ingame. Sue me, LOL.) But who cares, it's Tumblr! Might make a bachelorettes' version too.

Alex

He's a simple man with simple tastes. DANDELIONS suit him well! He has fond memories of picking dandelions with his mother and blowing the seeds away, and even vaguely remembers how to make flower chains out of them. Of course, he could never get them as neat as hers, but Granny Evelyn still asks for his help when making crowns for the Flower Dance. Apart of him wonders why they have to use nicer-looking flowers for the formal crowns when dandelions work just fine. They're sturdy yet flexible- not nearly as fragile as the more 'beautiful' flowers, and as an athlete, he can admire that about them.

On a deeper level, there are many similarities to be found between Alex and his favorite flower. First impressions can be deceiving- just like most people think of dandelions as pests, Alex can come on a bit strong and even arrogant. But looking beneath the surface, they both share the same physical and mental will to push forward and survive in even the most difficult circumstances. They both go through drastic changes as well. Just as the bright and spiky bloom of a dandelion becomes softer and more delicate, Alex's spirit softens too. His own changes, though, won't float away on the wind anytime soon :P

Elliott

As obvious as it would be to say red roses, SNAPDRAGONS would be his favorites instead! As much as he is a romantic, he's just as much a daydreamer, and snapdragons would provide his imagination with ample opportunity to run wild, both with their fantastical name and lush, delicate appearance. They remind him of adventures in far-off lands, harkening reveries of ancient castles filled with wondrous secrets and the brave heroes set out to uncover them. He's a homebody at heart, but nothing is stopping him from holing up in his cabin and writing about any of it! (Or, well, fantasizing about writing about it, in most cases. <3)

But just as established, he's a romantic. Elliott is definitely well-versed in the language of flowers, and the meaning behind snapdragons in particular hardly eludes him. They symbolize grace, earnestness and strength under pressure, but are also known to represent something less than well-intentioned. Emulating the former qualities is something Elliott has done effortlessly, but in a way, the last one entices him the most. To create something beautiful, strong and mysterious; something that draws one in and sparks love and fear and longing for an endless more- isn't that what every writer wants? What every writer dreams of?

Harvey

A little like Elliott in this regard, Harvey is the sentimental type. FORGET-ME-NOTS hold a special place in his heart. It's a simple flower in appearance with an almost childlike name, but he likes them just the same. Maybe it's because of those traits that he does- they remind him of the carefree days he's missed out on, since moving to the valley. On top of his doctoral duties, he's a very lonely person overall. Forget-Me-Nots, with their hopeful pale blue, almost cheer him up to see on days where he feels less like a member of the community and more like a robot with a stethoscope and scrubs.

It's also their name that connects with him in a way...Forget-Me-Not. On top of the way they look, they cheer him up with that name. On the rare instance that the flower comes up in conversation, he jokes that the person who named it must've had terrible memory, as cheesy as it sounds. But all jokes aside, it's comforting to him that a flower otherwise unremarkable would have a name that insists to the listening ear that it shouldn't be forgotten. Almost inspiring, even. It makes him feel as if one day, he won't be another face-in-the-crowd. Somebody important, though to whom in particular...? Well, time will tell!

Sam

For Sam, it's DAISIES all the way! He constantly flip-flops between spring and summer as his favorite seasons, but daisies give him the best of both worlds. Seeing them dotting the fields in the warmer months always brings a smile to his face. Whether or not he's close with him, Sam definitely got Alex to teach him how to make flower chains one late spring...Of course, Alex may or may not have been mildly jealous of how easily Sam picked up on the skill, but when spending time together outside, Sam's restless hands sometimes find themselves picking daisies from the grass while Abigail and Sebastian chat and bicker and making the both of them bracelets!

When he still lived in the city with his mother, father and a much younger Vincent, he'd sometimes see them poking out of cracks in the sidewalk. While they weren't as common as dandelions, they still always caught his attention. While Jodi chatted aimlessly with her fellow PTA moms outside one of the countless Zuzu City JojaMarts, he'd busy himself, plucking daisies and dandelions from whatever nooks and crannies he could find and playing with them however he wanted. Back then, he didn't think much of it, but he looks at those times with almost a fond nostalgia. Things changed, but that doesn't mean it all has to be sad, right?

Sebastian

He doesn't think about this sort of thing very often, being the lovable terminally-online dork that he is. But if you ask, Sebastian's favorite flower would have to be BLACK TULIPS. It's not a very deep answer, really. Sure, tulips are more of a spring flower, but he finds the pitch purple color to be one of the more interesting colors that plants can have. They stick out among the cheerier colors that most other breeds of tulips display- the goths of their genus, if you will, and that's small part of why he likes them!

He entertained the idea of gardening, at one point, even prior to the farmer's arrival. Though he plans to move out eventually, he thought it would be a good way to get outside and get some exercise, though it wasn't ever really anything he thought to commit to. Though, he does chat with Evelyn on occasion- their shared affinity for tulips and his occasional fantasy of maintaining a small garden has ended up providing a lot more conversation than he's used to, or even expected! Even if most people see him as an asocial shut-in, it's comforting for him to recognize his softer side.

Shane

Look at him. All gruff and mean. His favorite flower is probably a thistle of some sort, or something poisonous. All things considered, his favorite flowers are FAIRY ROSES. Don't give him that look- it's just because Jas likes them so much! Seeing the way she lights up when she sees them is contagious for this gold-hearted curmudgeon. She'd spent two entire weeks planning out a one-woman recital for him and Marnie once, and when he handed her a little JojaMart bouquet of them afterwards...Well, the look on her face made the price tag worth it. Although, her excited squeal did leave his ears ringing for the rest of the evening.

The flowers are native to the valley, too...Sometimes, he feels as if he doesn't belong. Why would he? It's not as if he was born there or has any particularly close friends. If Pelican Town was a garden, he'd just be a weed. But Jas seems to have taken like a duck to water, although she's still shy as ever. Shane can be self-defeating and pessimistic at times, but he's not made of stone. He's grateful that she's in a place where she can flourish, just like the fairy roses she adores so much.

~FIN~

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elsewhereuniversity · 4 months

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Archivist...I am exhausted. I came seeking adventure and answers, and I have found both in spades. it was more than I was ready for, more than I bargained for. all I want now is to go home. but I am not who I once was. the path I took here is no longer open to me; the place I come from no longer recognizes me as its own.

please, Archivist, I am lost and tired and alone, and I don't know where else to turn. is there anything you can give me that might help?

I have some small comfort I can offer you freely, in the form of a tin of tea. The mix is handmade, ingredients forgotten bar the forget-me-nots (which also decorate the little enameled tin). It begins bitter, but stays warm down to the absolute dregs, the very edge of burning your tongue. And with every sip it sweetens, not with sugar but with the warmth of an embrace, the tenderness of a kiss on the crown of your head, the weight of your shoulder leaning against someone else. It leaves one with the glow of being loved and rested, which lasts a few days at a time. I cannot solve anything, but I hope this makes the journey through it all easier.

#charms #food

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atrueneutral · 3 months

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These asks have been so damn good! If you’re still doing them do you think you could maybe do “that’s impossible” and/or “you’re wrong” with Raphael. (Sending this in a second time just to clarify) I like how you you’ve been writing him a little on the softer side for these asks lol

“You’re wrong - it was the Champions of Valor who saved Baldur’s Gate by defeating the wizard Iyachtu Xvim.”

“I’m never wrong,” Raphael replied coolly, his back to her as he penned letters at the nearby vanity.

“Ha!” Tav shouted from the restoration bath. She was content to soak now that she was mostly relieved of the soreness and wounds inflicted by her recent adventure. “It’s been four months and I could count on an entire hand how many times you’ve been wrong - this time being one of them.”

“I could add my hands to that as well,” Haarlep remarked slyly from the opposite end of the pool.

Raphael froze, and after a few seconds, he turned - scowling. While his expression was for both residents of the bath, his words were only for one.

“You stay out of this,” he said to Haarlep.

“Yes, Haarlep, mind your own business,” Tav added with a glare.

The incubus had taken to invading her baths whenever possible, despite her often tired protests, and to tease and spite her on this particular night, their foot sensually grazed her leg for a tiresome third time. Tav’s scowl matched Raphael’s as she moved to sit on a step that was out of their current reach.

Raphael’s orange and yellow eyes irately watched her.

“I’m not wrong on this occasion, and you would be filling up your hand with lie upon lie,” he stated.

“To that I, again, say ‘ha’!” Tav’s smile was impish as she raised a finger. “It was the Champions of Valor; I have the book at home to prove it.”

Another raised.

“Lizardfolk hold their breath underwater for far longer than ten minutes, you ass. I learned that the hard way…”

And another.

“The specific Deck of Many Things you received tonight has twenty-one cards, not twenty-two like you said an hour ago.”

And another.

“Rhododendron’s are not my favorite flower.”

And then the fifth and final finger.

“Cheesomancy is a completely valid form of combat that I am more than happy to demonstrate on Haarlep.”

Raphael’s face was full of disdain, and he soon turned back around to return to his letter writing.

“What is your favorite flower?” he asked after a minute.

“Forget-me-nots,” she said.

“Ugh, how disgustingly sweet,” Haarlep bemoaned. They then began to rub their hands together. “My list is far more illuminating when it comes to your errors, Master…”

Haarlep did not get past the first finger before they were forcibly banished from the boudoir.

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Thanks for the prompt! 🙏

#my writing #prompts #raphael x tav #raphael x tav fanfiction #drabble #bg3 fanfiction #forlornghosts #answered

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tamlinweek · 3 months

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The Language of Flowers

I didn’t care where I was going. After a while, I paused in the rose garden. The moonlight stained the red petals a deep purple and cast a silvery sheen on the white blooms. “My father had this garden planted for my mother,” Tamlin said from behind me. I didn’t bother to face him. I dug my nails into my palms as he stopped by my side. “It was a mating present.” ~ ACOTAR, ch. 19

To celebrate Tamlin Week, Day 3 (as outlined in depth here), one of our prompts is "Flower Language". The title of the book itself carries a double meaning. A Court of Thorns and Roses is not only a Beauty and the Beast retelling (as we know, he is the Beast, she is the Beauty, although they kind of share both roles), but she is also the Thorn to his Rose.

Roses are widely considered to be a symbol of love. Love was the answer to Amarantha's riddle, and why Feyre braved the Trials Under the Mountain, despite Tamlin trying to send her home for the same reason.

Roses are not the only flowers that mean love. Tulips and Forget-me-nots can mean love, too, but it can also depend on the color (as it does for roses.) The deeper the red of the rose, for example, the deeper the love is said to be, while white indicates innocence. (There is a link below for a list of rose colors and their meanings, if you're interested. In addition, there are links for herbs and other plants.)

While the number of plants and their meanings is too long to list here, here are a handful to inspire you:

AMARANTH: immortality, immortal love

ASH: strength, power, divine connection, authority, protection

BIRCH: adaptability, growth, renewal, death, returning from the grave, new beginnings

BLUEBELL: loyalty, constancy, humility, gratitude

DAFFODIL: uncertainty, chivalry, respect or unrequited love, return my affection, new beginnings

FERN: magic, enchantment, confidence, sincerity, shelter

FORGET-ME-NOT: true love, faithful love, memories

FOXGLOVE: insincerity, immortality, courage, adventures, bravery

HYACINTH: constancy, sorrow, playfulness, loveliness, jealousy

IRIS: eloquence, good news, faith, hope, wisdom, compliments, passion, purity

LAUREL: ambition, success, renown

MARIGOLD: pain, grief

MORNING GLORY: love in vain, affection

PEONY: shame, bashfulness, anger

ROSEMARY: remembrance

SNOWDROP: consolation, hope

TULIP: new start, rebirth, prosperity, indulgence, abundance

For more variety and more definitions, consider the following resources:

Floriography: Meaning and Symbolism

ProFlowers: The Complete Rose Color Meanings Guide

The Forest Fairy: Flowers for Your Fairy Garden

Grooving Trees: The Complete List of Tree Symbolism

Dave's Garden: Please Pass Me the Eye of Newt [Herb Names and Meanings]

Wikipedia: List of Plants with Symbolism

We look forward to seeing what you can create using the Language of Flowers and other plants!

#floriography #flower language #tamlin week prompts #tamlin week #tamlin week 2024 #tamlinweek #tamlinweek2024 #tamlin #pro tamlin

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zorosprincess · 4 days

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Manual Labor

PAIRING - Faerie Prince!Kita Shinsuke x Wingless Faerie!Reader WC - 2.3K GENRE - Fluff CW - pining, really just fluff, kinda filler

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Shinsuke is the kind of guy who sticks to his resolution once he's made it. So his resolution to not go a single day without visiting you? He sticks to it.

Every day for weeks he went to visit you. He changed his routines to ensure that he could keep his visits with you to himself, away from the prying of his court.

It took him a week to convince you to leave your little comfort space, to venture away from the meadow and your home. He had coaxed you on an adventure with him, watched you giggling as you climbed onto the backs of the spirit foxes with a smile.

You had taught him that week how to ride the foxes, a skill you'd taught yourself and something he'd never thought to try before. It was the deal he'd made with you to convince you to venture further than you've gone before.

He wanted to try and show you his kingdom. He'd kept the two of you to the edges of it, keen on wanting to see your reactions to everything new. It was your contagious laugh that kept him coming back, kept him up at night.

There was a light and warm feeling deep inside of him that he got when he was around you. Something he'd never felt before. A weightlessness he felt without his title or crown. He could just be himself with you. Himself and nothing more.

It took two weeks after that for his kingdom to start realizing that something was amiss with him.

It wasn't news, by any means, that the crown prince hated faerie politics. Shinsuke found them, and most of those who attended meetings in regards to them, boring and largely insensitive. He'd often skipped out on meetings but could usually be found among the kingdom when he did, specifically in the palace's gardens.

Everyone knew that more often than not, he could be found in the palace gardens. He had always made sure that they were his to tend to. But the more days that went by of him knowing you, the less time that the kingdom saw their prince. The more time he could be found in the gardens.

He had learned, his second day with you, that the flower he'd placed in your hair, the forget-me-not that he'd given to you on a whim, happened to be your favorite. That same week he met you he planted more forget-me-nots in his garden, flowers that were already in full bloom now.

It was Aran who first pointed out the differences in the flowers. Aran who sat on a tree branch above the garden, watching his prince and best friend tending the flowers, and noticed how, although Shinsuke's flowers always grew properly, the forget-me-nots seemed to grow better than the rest. Aran who noticed Shinsuke's soft smile at the realization that the flowers grew faster and bigger than the others in his garden. And it was Aran who mentioned it to the other menaces in Shinsuke's court.

His inner court, then, started to notice his changes. Shinsuke ditching protection details and disappearing from his regular routines - honestly the most concerning part of it all. The inner court was used to seeing him look serious as he walked around unbothered, their gossip amongst themselves was the only proof that they'd all noticed the same change.

Crown Prince Kita Shinsuke was smiling to himself when he thought others weren't watching. But of course they were.

They watched as the flowers bloomed when he passed by, noticed that the spring seemed to be a little bit warmer a little faster on the days that Shinsuke has been gone from the kingdom's sights for the majority of the day.

They make it their new job to try and figure out where he disappears to, those on protection detail trying to sneak around out of sight. Those not on detail trying to finish their tasks and rounds early to catch him. They only learn that their prince seems to have another secret they were unaware of, a skill... an exceptional ability at shaking protection details.

Shinsuke’s disappearances had always found him with you. He was desperate for no one else to find out, unable to bring himself to ruin the tranquility that you had out here, peace away from the hatred that you would have found within his kingdom. Something he didn’t know how to protect you from yet.

Your adventures had been less frequent in the recent week, only the third in which he'd known you though it felt like a lifetime. It was something unfortunate that could be attributed to the way he’d found you at the beginning of the week.

He’d come to bring you sweets, things he’d snuck out of the palace kitchens that he thought you might like. He’d nearly dropped the whole basket when he saw you dangling dangerously along the edge of your roof, precariously tiptoed on the top of a rickety ladder, attempting to fix one of your house’s broken windows.

“Hey!” You shouted your protest the second that you felt his arms lift you off the shaky ladder and away from your house. You could hear his wings fluttering as he lifted you into his arms before putting you down on the ground. “What are you doing!” You whined, looking up at him as you got over the shock of having been in the air.

“What am I doing?” He asked, astonished at your outburst. “What are you doing?” His hands were turning your face to examine your skin, eyes raking across you quickly as you stood in shock, trying to figure out what he was doing. “Are you hurt?” You softened lightly at the question, the worry in his voice, now realizing what he had been doing.

“You were,” you paused, now taking in the look on his face. His eyebrows were scrunched together, a small frown on his lips as his eyes continued to look over your body, searching for injuries that wouldn't be there. “You were worried about me.”

“Well yeah!” The exclamation was accompanied by his rough fingers softly brushing hair out of your face before he sighed. “You could fall and get hurt. What were you doing?”

“Can’t you feel the weather shifting?” You tilted your head in confusion, your question genuine. You could always feel the weather about to change, like little soft alarms going off in your body. Warning you when you needed to change something soon. His eyes searched the sky for a moment, as if he would be able to see the things that you felt.

“It’s going to start raining soon.” You sighed as you looked back to your little run down home. “The ice, it split some of the foundation this winter, I have to get the cracks fixed before it rains or else everything will get wet.” You quirked a small smile as you remembered two springs ago. "If I don't get it done in time I'll be sick for months until the sun can dry everything out, and I'll have to throw out most of my supplies."

You missed the way that Shinsuke’s features softened as he realized what you'd been fixing. His eyes took in the window you were just at, large cracks splintering the glass. There was a box of tools hanging from the roof right next to it. A wave of hate flooded through his body at it. He hated the thought of you trying to do repairs on your little house all on your own to survive. He hated that he couldn’t just whisk you off to live at the palace with him, so you never had to worry about these things ever again, things he'd never had to worry about. It wasn't fair.

“Let me do it.” His offer shocked the both of you, your jaw dropping in shock as you watched him pick up the basket that he’d dropped upon arriving.

“And what am I supposed to do while you fix my house?” You trailed along behind him as he made for your front door.

“May I go in?” He asked, nodding at your door. You melted a little bit, because no matter how many times you’d told him that he was welcome anytime, he always asked before entering, a level of respect you admired. You nodded your consent and he opened the door, stepping inside and holding it open for you to walk in too.

“I brought you some food. You can sit here, look pretty, and taste them. Tell me which ones you like so I can bring you more next time.” You wanted to protest, but you were too caught up on the word 'pretty' to do anything. Sitting in shock as you watched him shrug off his coat to go back to where your tools were.

It had taken you minutes to recover from the slipped in compliment, dazed before you finally pulled yourself up to go follow him outside. The sight of his wings fluttering in the air as he inspected your tools made your heart clench and beat a little faster. Especially because he looked slightly confused at the tools and supplies. He’d never had to do this before, so of course he didn’t know what he was doing, and of course he wouldn’t tell you that.

You stopped protesting adamantly after the first day of his attempted labor. Your gratefulness was overwhelming when you’d convinced him to come down before sunset and have dinner with you. And you’d stopped protesting all together when on the third day, particularly warmer than the rest, you’d caught Shinsuke pulling off his shirt so that he could continue working on your roof.

You would go to your grave swearing that it wasn’t your fault that the weather seemed to be a little hotter in the following days when he was on your roof. But Shinsuke’s shirt seemed to be off more often and you'd found your eyes trailing the sweat dripping down his muscles.

You’d taken to sitting in the grass outside of your home, feeding yourself some of the treats that Shinsuke had brought you. He was so busy working that he was oblivious to the way that your eyes lingered on the skin of his back as he worked. His wings fluttered incessantly, muscles tensing, flexing with his movements as he tried to patch your house.

His fixes looked a little funny and were not done entirely correct but you couldn’t find it in yourself to care at all. It warmed your heart that he was going out of his way to try and that the fixes were holding. It also didn’t hurt that he was nice to look at while you waited, heat flooding your cheeks every time you eyed the sheen covering his tanned skin.

Shinsuke was keeping his own secrets up on your roof. Every new fix he finds or completes he gets a little bit more frustrated. He’d been lecturing himself for days at this point, because he thinks that maybe, if he worked up the nerve to confess his feelings for you, maybe you’d accept him. Maybe you’d be able to live at the palace and never have to worry about this again.

But to you, he’s sure he's still just Shinsuke. Just a faerie who comes by and brings gifts and takes you on small adventures. He’s not the prince and he isn't ready to be. So, Shinsuke continues to fix every day, until he hears your pretty voice call him down for dinner.

He is, however, completely oblivious that the manual labor has taken a toll on his energy. His exhaustion making his ability to avoid his guards a little less effective. Which is how he finally ended up followed. His friends tucked just out of sight on the other side of the small pond from your home.

Three of his nosiest friends watching as their prince does manual labor for the first time in his whole life. They’re completely awestruck when you finally stand too, finally getting a proper look at you. You, with no wings in sight.

They watch you beckon him down from his place on your roof with just a call of his name. They’re shocked more when they can see how you avoid looking directly at him until his shirt is back on and he lets out the widest smile they’ve ever seen him give before he follows you inside.

It's the hot topic at dinner that night, in fact. The three being unable to hold their tongues when they go back to tell Aran. Aran who seems to have already known and had been keeping the information to himself, much to the dismay of his younger, much more invasive friends. However, Aran’s lack of intrusiveness, doesn’t stop him from failing to hide his smirk when Suna let’s it slip to the prince that he’s been caught while casually taking a sip from his wine.

“So, I don’t think I’ve ever seen your highness do manual labor before.” It’s a comment that catches Shinsuke off guard, despite the smirks his friends have been sending him all night.

“What?” is the first thing out of Shinsuke’s mouth after he finishes choking on his drink, wide eyes flicking to Suna.

“She must be really special.” It’s Atsumu’s teasing that has Shinsuke realizing that there was no point in lying. That his friends had actually seen him at your house that day. He couldn’t help but think of it as a bit of a relief though, to not have to hide you from everyone anymore. That he could talk about you to someone finally.

His sigh is soft when he replies, a smile gentle on his lips as he thinks about you. His friends take note of it, now recognizing you to be the reason for the break in their prince’s regular behavior. “She’s extremely special.”

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thefringespod · 2 years

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What a week this has been! Episodes 7-12 (everything left) have been re-recorded and episodes 5-8 have completed vocal cuts. Only 4 left to go before I get into more in depth editing! I also started listening to @forgetmenotspod which is this week's rec!

The Adventures of the Forget Me Nots comes out of the gate swinging by giving me a narrator with a silly name that I love IMMENSELY. The show has been on my list for a while now and I finally had time to start and just wow. It's fun it's funny it's got found family its a queer pirate show which honestly sells itself. All of the characters are incredibly charming (Otto appeared and I fell in love <3) and the world building is already stellar and im only 5 episodes in which means it can only get even better from here

YOU'LL LIKE ADVENTURES OF THE FORGET ME NOTS IF:

-You like queer pirates

-Specifically queer pirate found family

-You want nautically punny swears

-They've got a sea shanty y'all. And it's STELLAR

-You want magic pirates <3

-You like silly little names for silly little pirates

Thats all for this week! I'm pretty confident that I can get my vocal cuts done next week which means we're nearing the end of editing which means this show is getting even closer to being real. Like "I can actually see the end of this process" real. And I can't wait.

#tales from the fringes of reality #update post #recommendation post #adventures of the forget me nots #forgetmenotspod

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amberizedcasey · 6 months

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pac wakes up in a field of blue flowers, forget-me-nots, he remembers cellbit telling him about them, they mean maily remembrance, but there is also a myth of a man falling in a river and being dragged by the riptide while trying to gather flowers for his loved one

he quirks a smile, who would of thought that the same man who was once called a beast would have such a passion for things as fragile as flowers? he surely didn’t, but he is happy that he did

he gets up, his fingers touch the grass below him, they are quite wet, like it had rain in the night, he doesn't remember falling asleep there, his base in the purgatory was in a cave

his base in the purgatory wasn't anywhere near a field of forget-me-nots, no, there wasn't even a flower field anywhere in the purgatory or in quesadilla island

forget-me-nots meant remembrance, they are a simbol of what remains, a way to keep the memory of the ones that are not here anymore

that's what he was, right? not here, not alive

pac was dead

but he didn't felt dead

he felt free, he felt sad, a kind of sadness that he knew quite well, saudades, he didn't knew exactly what he missed, he didn't knew for how long he had being dead, for a start he didn't even knew how he died, at least he didn't felt pain, not that some could feel pain after being dead, but he hoped that he at least went peacifully

he once wish to die holding richas in one hand and fit on the other

he felt a bitter felling on his cheast that things may not have gone this way

luckly he didn't have much time to delve in his sorrow, no, he was busy trying to understand what had jumped on top of him

"PAI"

saying that he was frozen in place would be a euphemism, he was not even breathing, and for some reason he still felt light headed for not doing so even after being dead

"Richas, come on, filho, we don't want to kill him twice"

he heard some one slapping the person who spoke, but he could care less when his son was finally in his arms, holding him tight like he was going to escape

"He is not leaving anywhere, you know that, right?"

he opened his eyes, when had he closed them? he looked up to the face of the man he once called brother, his soulmate, his other half, mike

he tried to speak but only sobs left his mouth, mike was there, not bug eyes, not black cloth, no murderous intentions, just good old mike, still a litlle weird and insane, but he was his mike, and he was there, with him, and he wouldn't leave him, not anymore

he rushed to hug him, keeping richas between them, making a little dragon sandwhich, the kid laugh, oh how he missed his laugh, he laugh too, he cried and laugh, it was a cacophony of sounds, he felt more people joining in the hug, felps, forever, cellbit, they were all there, wet faces and red noses

they stayed like this for a while, tangled legs and arms, a pile of bodies laying in the field just like the old times when they were still living in the favelas on their first days on the island

the old times, they were so far away now, everything was, his memories were staring to get blurry, the good and the bads, but the mist important ones stayed, he remembers mike with a broken glass, he remembers looking at the stars on the roof of the orphanage, he remembers the breaze of fresh air once they escaped the prison, he remembers their adventures in the labs, he remembers the boat, he remembers his son first smile, he remembers the hide and seek games, he remembers giving fit a rose, he remembers

they eventually leave the ground and start walking through the field

he sees others faces, he sees baghera, he sees jaiden and carre, he sees foolish and tina, he sees mouse

he sees the eggs, the old ones and the ones he knew, he sees trumpet finaly in his dads arms, he sees bobby with his mom, he sees juanna and her dad, he sees tilin and their dad, he sees talluah and her dad, he sees leo with her dad, he sees chayanne with his dad, he sees dapper and pomme with their mom, he sees ramon with.. he sees ramon, and ramon sees him, he rushes to him, and he holds him

fit was alive, he thanks the gods for that, but he also wish he was here with them, he knows that this is very selfish of him, but no one can blame him for that, not when most of them wish for the same

for some time he stays there in the flower field, just hugging and crying, he cries so much, he doesn't even care, he doesn't think he ever cried that much, he doesn't know how much time he spent there, hughing his two kids, they where supposed to be two, he was supposed to have two

he had now

time passes diferent when you are dead, he knows that because he sees old friends faces and they say that they didn’t wait long for him, he knows that he will see the people he lost soon, so for now he will wait

he will lay on the field of forget-me-nots, he will hold his sons hands, he will lay his head on the lap of his best friend, and he will wait, that is all he can do now, and he is okay with that

#qsmp #pac #favela five #for now #bagi will die eventually #thats a crazy sentence #but yk what i mean

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