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blackopals-world · 8 months

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Pretty obvious, but Noble!Yuu as a Vampire could work. Oh! Gardener!Yuu could be a Dryad, I think it fits them well enough.

Onsen!Yuu could be the yokai called a kejourou (Look them up their pretty interesting) or another one called an Akaname. (These ones are weird looking little things)

This is all I've got for now! I hope this isn't too much.

Monster (Yuu)niverse Headcannons

💎Noble!Yuu - Vampire

Only the fanciest coffin will do.

Not a glittery vampire just pale

Doesn't eat food just likes to look sofistacted when drinking blood from a wine glass.

The vampire rules they operate under states that they can't drink from just anyone. Every vampire has a preference. Usually, it correlates to sins or negative behavior. Greed, envy, selfishness, dishonesty, laziness, stress, anger.

Vampires seek out targets with excessive amounts of their favorite sin and drinks from them. These toxins from the bite cause the trait to be removed temporarily. This doesn't happen if Yuu doesn't bite them directly.

Yuu doesn't drink often but a target can get addicted to the bite depending on what Yuu targets.

Yuu is a bit prissy if the blood isn't strong enough.

"I said I wanted the blood of someone full of envy! What is this?! So she's upset her e is dating someone new. That's just petty. I want the blood of an envious backstabbing bitch! I want a homewreaking life-ruining monster! I going hunting. I'm sure Pomefiore has plenty of green-eyed students."

🌷 Gardener!Yuu - Dryad

Well the hair made of flower pedals and vines was an obvious sign.

Naturally, they are partially restrained by where their glen is. Only partially because Yuu can move what plant they connected to. This causes their appearance to change based on what plant it is. From willows to rose bushes.

Good luck getting past their thorns when they get angry.

They are even more protective of their garden. If the tree that functions as their heats is destroyed they die too.

They smell really nice. Too nice sometimes. Hope you're not allergic to pollen.

They are friends with the bees. Not fan of bears though or termites.

50% chance their apples are poisonous.

♨️ Onsen!Yuu- Kejoro

A beautiful black haired beauty.

Do not call them a Kejoro being called "hairy prostitute" is not a compliment. Matron or Master will do.

Has a habit of collecting suitors while getting customers.

Dreams of owning a large bathhouse and business district straight out of "Spirited Away"

Until then they work hard tending to customers

It's no ones business if they sell their body (they don't)

No one can afford it anyways.

Normal humans don't find them attractive but other monsters are clambering for their attention.

Their hair is so thick it's hard to comb but they try.

They will cut locks of hair and send it to suitors they favor inside a small embroidered scented bag.

#noble!yuu #gardener!Yuu #onsen!yuu #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland yuu #twst yuu #twst headcanons #twisted wonderland headcanons #twst mc

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truckfreaks · 11 months

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Doctor Habit 🌷 least favorite animals prompt?

this is actually sort of tricky??????? it's legitimately hard for me to imagine him *rly* disliking some kinda animal... I imagine he's fascinated by bugs... even ones that ruin his garden, I feel like he would be annoyed but understanding. There's a tweet where he posts a page from his journal which says birds are typically scared of him, so I imagine he is a little annoyed by that, too.

HOWEVER...!!! I wonder if he does poorly by the ocean - Wyoming is so landlocked, and the deep sea is so far away from anything he knows or enjoys ... I can see him having a strong dislike for the ocean and the creatures in it, simply by virtue of not understanding and maybe even being a little freaked out by the vastness of it all. But I can also see Marv and Putunia bonding one day about sharks, and Boris shyly listens in, catching something about rows and rows of teeth... so he looks them up and learns about sharks and thinks, "they are like me...!!!!" ... and comes to appreciate at least one ocean creature.

I can still see him standing on a boat in the middle of the water in one of those really goofy old timey striped one piece mens swimsuits, unmoving, saying "No,. This is Nopt for Me. :'-)" A fish flops out onto the deck and touches his foot and he nearly falls off the side. ("whY'S it sso SLI-MEY,??? so COLLD??")

bonus before work doodle:

#sparklehoard #dr. habit #smile for me #smile for me game #boris habit #headcanon game #answered asks #doodles

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florida3exclamationpoints · 3 months

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Cap. 🚙 Sorry buddy 😮‍💨 we got a... problem ☹️

🐜 heh 🙄 YEah we do. 😤

🧍‍♂️ well what are we gonna do now? 🧍‍♂️

you know what ❓️ gimme a break StEvE! I just got hit 🤜 💥 in the head 🧔 with a 💚HULK💚

🐜 you said that we had one ☝️ shot 💥 THIS. THIS was our shot 🔫 we shot it 🏹 ITS SHOT 💣 SIX 🖐☝️ STONES 💎 OR NOTHING 🚫 IT WAS SIX 💎💎💎💎💎💎 STONES OR NOTHING 🚫

You're repeating yourself you know that 🧐 you're repeating yourself 😐

🐜 YOURE REPEATING YOURSELF 😡 YOURE REPEATING YOURSELF 😡 *dude!* YOU KNOW WHAT? 😡 NO! *come on!*

*🧍‍♂️🥱*

🐜 YoU nEvEr WaNtEd A tImE hEiSt, 😡 YoU wErEnT oN bOaRd wItH tHe TiMe HeIst,

I dropped the ball 🏀😕

🐜 YOU RUINED THE TIME HEIST! 😡

is that what I did 🤨 *🐜 YEAH! 😡*

🧍‍♂️ are there any other options with the Tesseract? 🕵‍♂️🤓

🐜 no no no there's no other OPTIONS there's no 🚙💥 DO OVERS *🧍‍♂️* we're not 🚫 going ✈️ anywhere else. we have ONE ☝️ PARTICLE LEFT. EACH. 🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️that's it *😯💡* alright ⁉️ we use that?? BYE BYE 👋 you're not 🚫 going ✈️ home 🏠

yeah well 📢 IF WE DONT TRY 😠 then no one else is going home either 😔

🤯 I GOT IT 😎 there's another way 🤩 to retake the Tesseract 🤗 and acquire new 🎉 particles *🐜🤨* little 🤏 stroll 🚶‍♂️ down ⬇️ memory 💭 lane 🛣 military 🪖 installation garden 🌱🌹 state 🌷🌱

🧍‍♂️😳 *🤭😉🤷‍♂️* when were they both there?

🥲😵‍💫😖 they were there... 😶‍🌫️ at a time.... 🤐 I HAVE A VAGUELY EXACT IDEA 🤡

😮‍💨 how vague? *🐜 what are you talking about? What are we— 🧍‍♂️ where are we going?*

I know 🤓 for a fact 💯 they were there *🐜 who's they? 🤨 What are we doing?* and I know 🤓 how I know 😘

😑😮‍💨 *🐜 guys what is— what is it? 😶* well looks like we're improvising 😒😬

GREAT 🥳 *🐜 what are we improvising❓️*

SCOTT. get this 💎 back 🔙 to the compound 🫡

suit up 🦸‍♂️🦸‍♂️ *🐜 what's in new jersey?* 0-4 *hey? 🤕* 0-7 *excuse me! 🐜🧍‍♂️🤚* 1-9-7-0

😶😬 are you Sure? *🙃*

🐜 cap? Captain? Steve? Sorry. 🇺🇲 America 🇺🇲 Rogers. *🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️🤨😐* look 👁 if you do this and it doesn't 🙅‍♂️ work you're not 🚫 coming ✈️ back 🥶

🧍‍♂️🧍‍♂️ ThAnKs FoR tHe PeP tAlK pIsSaNt 🥴🐜 you trust me? 🥺

I do. 😔🙏

your call 😶‍🌫️

🥲 here we go 😬

🐜🧍‍♂️❓️

#excuse me sorry. ive been wanting to make this post for a while #i know its ridiculously long. ignore me skhdsndb #endgame #steve rogers #tony stark #scott lang #captain america #iron man #ant man #marvel

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roalinda · 1 year

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🌷Bambibelle/Prongsfoot HCs🌷

It's prongsfoot Wednesday, so let's share some HCs. 🐕🦌

☆ James and Sirius live in a muggle flat. It has a cosy indoor patio and a big balcony. It took Sirius quite some time to find it but James' happy smile made it worthwhile. The moment they moved in, James filled the balcony and patio with flower pots, in every size and shape, excited to have his own mini-garden.

☆ They have a cat much to James' distaste. She either jumps on flower pots and ruins the blooms or paws the carpets when James takes Sirius' attention away from her. She is like a possessive daddy's girl (the daddy in question being Sirius), viewing James as an evil stepmother. James swears that the cat knows that she annoys James because sometimes she sleeps between Sirius and him, as if warning James to keep his distance from her daddy. James is ready to either remove the cat from Sirius' life or tear his own hair up in frustration but then Sirius smiles and thanks him for putting up with Marie Antoinette ( the infernal cat ) and James melts.

☆ They both have abandonment issues. They are terrified of losing each other. They cannot cope with even the thought of it or anyone hurting the other. James' wand and wit are always ready to defend Sirius, dirty hands be damned. Hurt Sirius Black and you will find your life destroyed. James is like an entertainer who seeks Sirius' full attention and views his unfortunate prey as entertainment for both Sirius and himself and since Sirius is the only one who has James on a leash, that poor soul needs to beg Sirius to make James stop. In Sirius' case, the defence mechanism is either harsh sarcasm or cruel anger. Hurt James Potter and you will be skinned alive. Sirius Black makes sure of it before tossing your corpse in the town's main square for everyone to learn their lesson. .

☆ In the first weeks of his first year in Hogwarts, James struggled with selective mutism despite his extroverted nature, overwhelmed by the sudden absence of his parents and the foreign environment. Everyone dismissed it as a simple childish shyness but befriending Sirius was what helped him to find himself. Despite the popular belief, it was Sirius who helped James to settle in Hogwarts, not vice versa.

☆ Sirius' nails are always designed in a neat french manicure with golden tips. His ring finger is coloured in a permanent red and has a delicate golden stag on the red background.

☆ James is the hopeless romantic and the more traditional one between the two, so he wears a ring. It's an invisible golden ring, private to Sirius and him but appears on his finger when either of them loses their temper, triggered by jealousy or possessiveness.

☆ They both used to take waltz lessons as a part of their pureblood upbringing. Remus and Lily used to think waltz is useless for blood traitors like them until they saw them dancing in a charity event with such grace and harmony that could put any professional dancer to shame.

☆ Sirius loves to watch James' sleeping face. He looks much younger and innocent when he is lax with sleep, making Sirius want to kiss him endlessly.

☆ James is an absolute service switch for Sirius. Sirius doesn't even need to ask to receive.

☆ James is feral when it comes to Sirius' hair. That's his private territory, hands off everyone.

#Bambibelle #Prongsfoot #Prongsfoot Wednesday #Sirius black #James potter #They are mad about each other #It's in the books I am not even making this up #They are in soul mate love

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irisunchained · 1 year

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Tulip from my garden, before the snow ruined everything 🌷

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bookshelfdreams · 1 year

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🌷, 💐, 🐢 and 🏰?

🌷 - Do you like to garden or keep plants? What plants are you currently nurturing?

In theory yes, but in practice - no. I'm very bad at the maintenance aspect of gardening, like weeding or consistent watering, it's so tedious (and also I don't want to kill the weeds). I'm not nurturing anything; I stick things in the ground and either they grow or they don't. I do have a teeny tiny patch of garden, barely big enough for a few herbs, but that's just as well. If I had more space, I would just let the weeds take over and declare it a wildflower meadow XD As for houseplants, I have one fern that still survives for some reason, I swear it must be immortal. idk. I don't really like cultivating plants and I'm also lazy. Not born for gardening.

💐 - I'm sending you a bouquet! What flowers and plants would you like to see in it?

How lovely, thank you! Depends on the season I'd say. Sunflowers are lovely in vases, or lilac. Or, if you're really cool, chestnut blossoms.

🐢 - What's your favorite famous natural place, such as the Grand Canyon?

The Alps :)

🏰 - You get a choice between three castles; one perched on a beachside cliff, one nestled in the dark greenery of a forest, and one on the steep ridge of a mountain. Which do you choose?

How dare you make me chose 😭 I'm gonna go with the beachside cliff one, because the mountain castle will be a pain to get in and out of in winter, and a castle nestled in the dark greenery of a forest is probably a ruin. Now I can spend the rest of my life sitting atop the highest tower and staring out into the waves, occasionally maybe sheltering a shipwrecked hero for a night or two before they continue their quest.

#lovely choice of questions thank you again ilu #eolewyn1010 #message

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taruchinator · 1 year

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🌷 Day 8 | Afraid Of Asking For Help for @comfortember

Ever since the world ended, Eda had been having the same dream. Or rather, the same nightmare.

As people began running from the draining spell in the distance, The Owl Lady would walk aimlessly across the courtyard, until her gaze fell upon Luz and King— her kids. Their tear-stained eyes were the last thing she would see before waking up in cold sweat.

There was no need to bother anyone with such trivial things, especially if she could handle it. But of course, if there was one person Edalyn Clawthorne couldn't con, it was Raine Whispers.

Hey everybody! Alice here, this time cooking up some angst for good old Comfortember! :D

I always wanted to do something angsty with these two since we all know Eda has trust issues and doesn't want people to see her weaknesses, at least until Raine shows up in her life.

Had lots of fun with this one, and I'm hoping to do a few extra days cause most of the prompts are honestly very sweet! Hope you'll stick around for those~ 🎻💖

Ever since the world ended, Eda had been having the same dream. Or rather, the same nightmare.

She would recall the burning sensation that spread across her now missing arm, as her curse served as a catalyst to try and prevent Belos from accomplishing his goal of erasure of magic. The Owl Beast would finally serve a noble purpose. She didn't mind the pain nor the fact that she would probably disappear in the process, so long as the world was safe.

But of course, like most things in her life, it didn't go as planned. Raine had been caught, and the duo would merely exchange a look of despair as they were placed among the other Coven Leaders to unleash the demon spawn that was the draining spell.

Everything would become blurry after that.

As people began running for their lives in the distance, The Owl Lady would walk aimlessly across the courtyard, until her gaze fell upon Luz and King— her kids. Their cries for help were enough to squeeze Eda's heart into action as she ran towards them, shouting their names and reaching to no avail.

They were always so close yet so far.

Tear-stained eyes were the last thing she would see before waking up in cold sweat. Waking up to the aftermath of that horrible reality, always praying that it was just a sick joke and that one day she'd be back in the Owl House with the ones she loved.

But that day would never come.

“You kids better be safe, you hear me? At least until mama gets there…” Eda whispered to herself with her gaze locked on the night sky.

After having particularly bad nights, the wild witch would leave the safety of her home and wander through the ruins of what used to be Bonesborough. She was rather thankful that The Collector didn't seem to be as active at night (perhaps even supernatural creatures needed their rest).

This particular time, Eda had decided to seek comfort in one of the places most dear to her heart: a familiar hill filled with flowers as far as the eye could see. Or at least, that's how it used to be.

Nowadays the field was rather empty, void of the flora that once made it such a wonderful spot to both her and her loving partner. Weeds were far more common, and it seemed as if it hadn't been taken care of for a while, which was truly a shame. But being realistic, nobody had ‘taking care of my garden’ at the top of their priority list at the moment.

“Hoo!” Owlbert peeked his head outside of Eda's coat with a frown. The wild witch scratched at the top of the palisman's head with concern. “What is it Owlbert?”

That's when she heard it.

It was faint— so faint she wouldn't have sensed it without Owlbert, but it was definitely there. The sound of footsteps crunching against leaves.

In a swift motion, The Owl Lady used an invisibility glyph to blend to her surroundings, while summoning her staff in the process. Fortunately, she didn't have to wait long for the intruder to reveal themselves.

The shadowy figure seemed rather hesitant with their steps. Were they looking for someone? She didn't have time to ponder on that though, since it was important for her to find an exit undetected if this person was indeed one of The Collector's followers.

“Are you just going to hide there?”

The calm voice caught her off-guard as she heard it being whispered in her face. How did they move so fast? She'd been staring at them not even a second ago! The shock was more than enough to knock the wind out of her as she gasped, rendering the invisibility glyph useless.

Trying to not let it deter her, Eda immediately wedged a distance between herself and the mysterious figure using Owlbert, pushing at their chest and taking a stance with adrenaline as the fuel. She wasn't going down without a fight.

Eyes locked— gold meeting teal. That's when Eda realized she was being threatened by a very familiar violin.

“Eda?” Raine's astonished voice broke the silence once more, this time The Owl Lady finding it warm and comforting. Their expression quickly changed to something sour, however. “What are you doing here? It's dangerous to wander alone at night, you know that!”

Calming down from the high of potential danger, Owlbert reverted to his original form and laid on Eda's shoulder as the woman sighed in relief. “Raine! You're one to talk! I was perfectly fine by myself until someone had to swoop in and make me waste a perfectly good glyph. Why are you out so late, hmm?”

The witch in question made their weapon disappear into thin air before crossing their arms with a raised eyebrow. “I'm on my shift.”

“Oh.”

After The Collector's takeover, the remaining strongest witches had decided to band together with patrols around The Boiling Isles. These were implemented by the remaining Coven Leaders— Raine included— as a way to keep the citizens safe during the trying times they were living.

Eda was one of the witches on that list, actually. Her shift wasn't until morning.

But it seemed that she didn't recall her ex-lover's schedule thanks to the thoughts plaguing her mind.

“I sensed a strong magical source coming from here, so I decided to take a closer look. To think I'd find you of all people… It's kind of ironic. Have you… come here before?” Raine relaxed slightly after seeing Eda's predicament, with a slight hint of pride in their voice, until it got softer with that question lingering in the air.

Sitting down on one of the patches of grass, the woman waved one hand dismissively. “Not really. Just needed a nice place to cool off and my feet brought me here. Don't think too much of it.”

A soft chuckle escaped the bard's lips as they sat down next to her. They placed one hand on the ground for support, dangerously close to hers. “I wasn't thinking too much, I just found it a peculiar choice. So, what exactly did you need to ‘cool off’ for? Tough day with the trainees?”

Eda's widened slightly. She let that slip up. Adverting her gaze sideways, she gave her response. “Yeah, the little rascals have potential but I guess the years are catching up to me, despite what my dazzling looks might say!”

But of course, if there was one person Edalyn Clawthorne couldn't con, it was Raine Whispers.

They stared at her for a moment, only to have a frown decorate their expression as the tone shifted to concern once more. “Is something wrong?”

She couldn't have them figure her out. “What are you talking about, you dingus?”

“It's clearly something else that's bothering you. And to be honest, I've noticed you've been a lot more tired during our meetings than usual. I know you think they're boring, but it's not really like you.” Raine explained it as if it was the most logical thing in the world, but it all just made Eda squirm even more.

“If I'm more tired than usual it shouldn't be none of your business. I mean with the whole Collector thing, can you blame me for not getting enough sleep? I'm surprised you're still kicking!”

“Of course I'm having trouble! Everyone is! But what's important is that we're there for each other when we need it. I… I thought we were past this. Past the secrets, I mean.” The bard let their gaze linger on theirs and Eda's hands, until eventually pulling away slightly to fiddle with their thumbs, most likely contemplating whether they said the right thing.

Eda knew what they were talking about.

The Owl Beast.

The entire reason for their breakup and the wedge that grew between them, and it all boiled down to Eda being too stubborn to ask for help in the first place. She just couldn't accept the fact that there was a problem she couldn't solve on her own, and it made her feel weak, impotent and so utterly useless.

Which in turn made her take it out on the one person she loved most in the whole world.

She thought she'd moved past the secret keeping too. Some habits died hard, she guessed. But Eda couldn't let it happen again, no matter how much her gut told her otherwise. She had to be truthful. At least for their sake.

“I… I've been having nightmares.” The woman left it at that, as she pulled her knees closer to her chest. Owlbert snuggled against her cheek as a sign of comfort, most likely sensing the distress his owner was in.

Surprised that they got a response, Raine widened their eyes slightly, but then quickly refrained themselves by scooting closer and offer support. “What kind of nightmares?”

When the question left the bard's lips, Eda could feel a dam inside of her breaking down— and as the tears began to pour, it was only then that the woman realized just how much she had yearned for someone to listen. “T-They're about… Luz and King! I-I see them, Raine! Every night, begging for me to save them from the draining spell and I-I just can't! I don't make it in time and then they… they-!”

Arms wrapped themselves around the woman— making her feel safe and warm and loved. It didn't take long for her to give in and return the embrace she so desperately craved, sobbing into the other witch's arms as they stayed silent. When was the last time she'd let herself grieve like this? At best, Eda could only recall when she was a teen, and had just been cursed.

Ever since that moment, she'd find herself wearing a mask— the mask of the persona known as The Owl Lady— all in an attempt to convince herself that she needed no one, a misconception she had luckily been pulled out of the moment she met Luz, and had the human worm her way into the old witch's heart.

It was still a strange feeling, but not an unpleasant one.

A few more minutes went by until Eda had calmed down, and thankfully Raine hadn't pried for more details. They were patient and understanding, as always. It wasn't until they made sure Eda was ready to continue with her story that they decided to pop a question.

“How come you never told me any of this?” They didn't sound mad. If anything, they sounded genuinely confused.

“I didn't want you thinking I couldn't handle it… Or that the big bad beast was gonna get outta hand.” Eda mumbled under her breath, leaving out another reason being that she didn't want to worry them. Although she was pretty sure that one was implicit.

Raine was silent for a moment, until eventually they spoke with a hint of mischief in their voice. “Well, if they're your kids, then we've got nothing to worry about!”

“Huh?” Eda stared in confusion at the statement as Raine smirked in return.

“I know it's not the same, but if there's one thing I know about you, it's that you're resilient. You never give up! And from what you've told me, those two are just like you in that way… No matter where they are, they're definitely trying to get home.”

Eda could only stare with mouth agape, until she finally allowed herself to laugh. They were right. Luz was likely making her way back through some weird glyph combination as she made friends along the way, with King using his heart of gold to gather his own companions that would help him on his journey back.

She trusted those kids, there was never a doubt about it. But there were times when she didn't trust herself, and those were the moments in which Raine would come in and work their magic.

“Pfff you're right. Those two are too stubborn to give it up…” The woman turned to her companion with a soft smile. “Thank you, Raine. I needed that.”

With that unexpected response, a tint of pink spread across the bard's cheeks as they turned sideways. “W-Well, that's what friends are for, right?”

A blush of her own appeared on the tip of her ears as Eda turned downwards, but tried brushing it off with a snarky remark. “Right. Friends… Anyway! It's getting late and I believe someone should make sure this poor helpless citizen makes it home safe and sound~”

Recovering from their own embarrassment, Raine merely rolled their eyes as they stood up and extended their hand towards the woman to get up. “If this is your way of getting me to walk you home, then you're getting rusty, Edalyn.”

The comment made her widen her eyes and quickly slap the offered hand away as she stood on her own. Who gave them the right to make her feel like that simply by saying her name? “Like you're one to talk! The bard who couldn't even perform in front of the single trainee from last week!”

“You know I have stage fright, why even bring that up?” They began walking ahead of her.

“It ain't fair for only one of us to be embarrassed, Rainstorm. You better take responsibility for that!” Eda wagged an accusatory finger at the witch's chest, which only caused the other to laugh again.

“As you wish. Then why not tell embarrassing stories on our midnight stroll? It should keep our minds occupied.”

Eda could only smile in return. She always appreciated them wanting to make her feel better. “Oh, it's on! I ain't letting you live these down!”

As the duo walked side by side back to The Owl House, Eda gave another quick glance towards the sky. The clouds had parted and the stars twinkled in all their glory— if she didn't know any better, she'd think it was a message just for her, and a perfectly clear one at that: Everything would be okay.

And she wanted to believe that. She truly did.

Because the proof was right there, and if she ever were to forget, she had someone who was willing to remind her as many times as it took.

With fingers interlocked, the duo disappeared into the woods— newfound hope resting in their hearts.

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tripawoo · 7 months

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🏞️✨ The Heaven In India: Your Kashmir Odyssey Awaits! ✨🏞️

Nestled in the northernmost reaches of India lies a land so enchanting, it's often referred to as "The Heaven In India" – Kashmir. 🇮🇳⛰️ Prepare to embark on a journey that transcends time and space, where snow-capped peaks kiss the sky, emerald lakes shimmer in the sunlight, and the very air seems infused with tranquility. 🏔️🌄

🛶 Dal Lake Dreams: Begin your Kashmir escapade with a Shikara ride on the iconic Dal Lake. As you float on the serene waters, surrounded by lush gardens and ornate houseboats, you'll understand why Kashmir is a realm of dreams. 🚣‍♀️🌷

🏔️ Majestic Mountains: The Himalayas stand as guardians of this paradise, inviting you to explore their grandeur. Trek through pine forests, cross alpine meadows, and reach heights where the world unfolds before your eyes. Gaze upon the breathtaking vistas from Gulmarg, Sonamarg, and Pahalgam. 🏕️❄️

🌿 Garden of Paradise: Srinagar's Mughal Gardens are a testament to the region's beauty and culture. Lose yourself amidst the terraced lawns, vibrant flowerbeds, and intricately designed architecture. 🌺🌳

�� Spiritual Sojourn: Discover the spiritual heart of Kashmir by visiting its ancient temples and shrines. Seek blessings at the Amarnath Cave, pay homage at the Shankaracharya Temple, and experience the tranquility of Khanqah-e-Moula. 🙏🕉️

🛍️ Shopping in the Bazaars: Kashmir's vibrant markets beckon you to explore their treasures. Shop for exquisite Pashmina shawls, intricately woven carpets, and vibrant saffron threads. Don't forget to bargain for souvenirs at the bustling local bazaars. 💍🧣

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wonderingwendy · 11 months

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May 19, 2023 and our last few days of adventure in Italy. Of course there’s that impending WestJet pilot strike to wonder about for our return flight. Oops well that’s settled then.

Today my knees begged me not to include any stairs but unfortunately there were no Uber drivers available either. So given our prearranged plans to meet up with Denise and Steve at Isola Bella at 9:30 am and walk over during low tide, then take the gondola up to Teatro Antico (the Greek amphitheatre ruins) and back through the Centro, up to our apartment together with our single key, we elected to slowly make our way down on foot with a map in hand. We only made one wrong turn and together with our friends’ patience, we connected at 10ish but the Isola gate was closed and no one showed up to collect the €3 admission.

So now it’s off to the gondola (funivia) to save my knees - but apparently it’s not been in operation since February, at least that’s what the random tourists told us despite the numerous cable cars going up and down. There were absolutely no signs in either Italian or English. So now it appears we’re taking a mini-bus (again as advised by some other other random tourists). A long lineup, small pickup bus and a very winding route reminiscent of Amalfi took us up to Centro - Denise absolutely loves crowded bus rides over hiking uphill. We were lucky enough to be treated to another lengthy midday Friday admission line to Teatro Antico but well worth it. I sat in the theatre seats to rest my knees and to try to soak in the experience as a spectator over the centuries. I couldn’t help but connect with a tour group sitting next to me but unfortunately disconnected from Craig and our friends for the next hour or so.

We all eventually met up at the quieter exit at the end of Goethe’s (one of the restoration architects) path and headed to the public gardens I heard the tour guide describing. Bellisimo 🌳🌷 There’s a story behind the donor of these gardens - Florence Trevelyan. Rumours of banishment by Queen Victoria after an affair with Prince Edward (future king), sent her travelling to Italy where she met and married a medical doctor. She miscarried her first child and there were no others. She became reclusive but always enjoyed gardening.

We stopped at Osteria da Rita for a Sicilian bruschetta and pasta meal before the final climb home to our sunny deck and a shower. I wonder if my knees are still speaking to me.

#swollen knees from staircase in Europe #teatro antica #taormina #closed funivia

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fragilestorm · 1 year

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❌💚💤🌹 for melara !!!

❌ What kind of things would end any relationship for them? Is there a history behind why these things bother them? Could they ever take someone back despite this? If so or if not, why? Pretty standard things like lying, cheating, betrayal but most importantly taking away her freedom. No matter what kind of marriage it is Melara would have a tiny bit of trust and if they broke it there would be no way to salvage it, she's a pretty paranoid person and even a little doubt may ruin it. As for freedom, in Westeros society, she already has very little of it and wants to preserve it as much as possible.

💚 Talk about some of the traumatic events in your OC’s life. These events can be ones that have happened to them or a loved one. These events can be minor or major. Ok so I already said how leaving highgarden was sorta traumatic for her but during the war/after it would be Helaena's suicide and b&c. It would be a horrifying thing for her to see as Helaena is the only person she cares deeply for and especially as she always spends time with her would blame herself for not stopping it.

💤 What was your OC like as a baby, a child and as a teen? (if your OC is a teen or a child, what will they be like as an adult?). How have they changed since then? What lessons have they learned and what things about their youth do they miss the most? Do they have any general regrets? Oh boy, she was a fussy and energetic baby, the only thing that would stop her from crying was someone picking her up. She retained some of the willfulness as she grew, always running through the garden instead of attending her lessons and hiding from her septa. I'll also point out that she was less paranoid, of course, she still thought that people who tried to befriend her had ulterior motives but it was less severe. Most of her teen life she spent at king's landing and her personality took a drastic turn, she was still energetic and friendly but instead of trying to make friends emotionally, it was just superficial. The lessons she used to avoid now she soaked up like a sponge, most of her willfulness was hidden behind a mask to put it and for worse, her paranoia grew. She misses waking up every morning to the smell of roses and being carefree with Helaena. No regrets, just wishing she could have been a child a little bit longer.

🌷 In what ways would your OC alter their body if they could? How would they do it using mundane means (hair dye, surgery, make-up?). What is their ideal look for themself? Absolutely nothing, she has always been confident in her look and the court has only fed her ego lmao.

#ask #melara tyrell #melara ask #ahsokatonas #thank you for this 💕#forgive me for any spelling mistakes #my brain is just 🧠 💨

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dapandapod · 3 years

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Hello my favouritest Panda! 💕 Feel free to ignore this, but your Jaskel gave me so many feels that I'm now humbly requesting some more: Eskel wanting to show some appreciation, but he doesn't have the right words so he clumsily picks some flowers? 🥺🌷🌻🌹

I would never! Thank you for this, I accidently had to write it at 1am! Thank you darling @officerjennie for helping beta, and thank you wonderful @dancingwith-sunflowers for prompting the first part! Also I'm making Triss and Eskel best of friends, because I love them (and you can read their goofy bbf fic here)

Part 1 Part 3 but can be read as a standalone. Please enjoy <3

On Ao3 here <3

The knock on the door is a little weaker than he intended, so he tries again. Eske’’s knuckles hit the wood again, and this time he can hear soft steps inside. Triss opens the door and a soft smile forms on her lips when she sees him.

“Hello stranger.” She greets, leaning against the door frame. “It’s been a while.”

“Yes. I’m sorry, I’ve been…” Eskel doesn’t know how to end the sentence. He’s been happy? He’s been…. feeling safer than he’s ever felt? More loved than he has ever deserved?

“You look good, Eskel.” She smiles warmly. “How may I help you today? You look like there is something on your mind.”

“I’m sorry,” Eskel says sheepishly. “You are the most knowledgeable person I know, and I was hoping… ah…”

He pauses and scratches the back of his head awkwardly. Triss waits patiently until he is ready. That is one of many reasons Eskel is so fond of her.

“I want to learn about flower language. I have something I want to tell Jaskier.”

Triss’ smile is the most beautiful he knows, just after Jaskier’s. She leads him inside and guides him through books with arrangements, pretty words and more useless flowers he has ever seen in his entire life. Light fades in the windows, and he loses himself in all the hidden meanings of aEskel falls asleep with his cheek pressed to the page, and when he wakes up he finds a soft blanket slung over his shoulder and a steaming cup of tea by his side.

Triss brings him to one of her royal botanic gardens, pointing out different meanings and uses as they pass. Not once does she laugh at his clumsy attempts at poetry, not once does she let him feel like he is out of his depths.

When she sends him off by evening, she gifts him one of her little scissors, designed to cut clean edges of the flower stems, making them last a little longer.

When next he meets Jaskier, he feels almost ready. Almost.

The flowers he picks out carefully on his way to Oxenfurt. Flowers for love, eternity, for longing and for safety. They don’t really fit together in an arrangement, but he hopes the message comes through. He ties them together with a golden ribbon, careful not to wrap them too tightly.

When Eskel knocks on the door to Jaskier’s home, soft steps approach the door, and a smile like spring after a long winter greets him. Eskels arms wrap around him, flowers forgotten. He presses his nose into Jaskiers neck, breathing him in, returning to the smell of happiness, safety and love.

They pull apart, and Jaskier’s thumb is stroking over Eskels scarred cheek.

“I’ve missed you,” Jaskier says softly, leaning in to press a kiss to Eskel’s broken lips. Home. Eskel is home.

Too late he remembers the flowers, and when he pulls back and tries to save his fragile message, he finds the delicate stems crushed in his big hands, petals falling towards the floor. Another precious thing Eskel failed to keep safe.

Jaskier notices the flowers and draws in a breath.

“Are those for me? They are beautiful.”

“I’m sorry I crushed them.You don’t have to accept them,” Eskel says, but easily gives up the broken bouquet to Jaskier’s eager hands. Eskel isn’t sure why Jaskier looks so happy, he ruined them. The bard brings them inside and puts them in his biggest glass he has, owning not even one vase.

“Pish posh. I love them, Eskel. And when did you learn flower language?”

“Triss. But why don’t you throw them out? They’re ruined anyway,” Eskel mumbles as he watches Jaskier bustle around the kitchen.

“Being a little rough around the edges doesn’t make things less beautiful, my love.”

And Jaskier leans in and traces his lips over Eskels scars, mending his cracks with kisses like molten gold.

#jaskel #jaskier x eskel #jaskier the bard #witcher eskel #the witcher #jaskier/eskel #dapanda writes #dapanda replies #i just love them #also it is 1am #don't look at this pattern please #flower language #triss is a good friend #triss merigold

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supimjustwriting · 3 years

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Welcome To The Garden

Welcome to my Garden of Words ~!

Please call me Fern🌿 and let me formally welcome you to my x reader blog.

Like most blogs. Allow me to lay some ground rules so my dear seedlings and sprouts don’t get trampled upon. I love each little seedlings you trust upon me but one bad apple ruins the bunch as they say.

1. Please don’t rush me. I tend to write requests based on inspiration. Though I will try my best to get to each and every request. Each seedling deserves to bloom after all.

2. I’m sorry but I don’t write smut. Mun is over 18 but can’t write it to save her life. Smut is fun but have you ever felt so comfortable around someone you can just trust your heart with them?

3. Yandere themes are welcome here! They will be tagged accordingly. They’re also quite rare but remember every rose has its thorns.

4. Have fun! I don’t have a limit on requests because I love seeing all your ideas! It helps inspire me and reminds me that you’re there.

What I’ll write

Short fics Headcanons Drabbles Scenarios Love Letters/Poems

If you wish for your request to be done right away. Please consider commissioning me or donating at Ko-Fi!

Tag Legend and Existing flower patches below

🌷 Existing Flower Patches 🌷

One Shots

(All Fandoms)

Yandere Fics (All Fandoms)

Headcanons/Scenarios (All Fandoms)

Hanahaki Fics (All Fandoms)

General Halloween Works (All Fandoms)

General Christmas/Holiday Works (All Fandoms)

Original Work/Other Fandoms

Twisted Wonderland

Child From the Future! Twst Boys as Husbands (Aged up!!!)

Obey Me

Bouquet of Roses (All Brothers [WIP])

Fate Grand Order

Caged Birds Don’t Sing [Angra Mainyu] (Part 1/3) (Part 2/3) (Part 3/3)

Writing Prompts

Manga Quotes Yandere Inspired

Legend

Fandom Name Lily of the Valley = Yandere x Reader

Lily of the Valley Meaning: The promise of happiness (not guaranteed)

Fandom Name Dandelion = Fluffy x Reader

Dandelion Meaning: Happiness, Simple joys

Fandom Name Anemone = Angst

Anemone Meaning: Death or forsaken love

Wild Flower Writing = Writer’s rambles and Fern Thoughts

Replanted Works = A Repost of old works because Tumblr Trampled them

More will be added as the Garden grows!

#genshin impact #Twisted Wonderland #Obey Me #Fate Grand Order #Fate Series #Genshin Impact x Reader #Twisted Wonderland x reader #Obey me x Reader #fate go x reader

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oneandonlykyeonmi · 2 years

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ᴛᴜʟɪᴘ 🌷

Tulips were your favorite flower, as you told me.

White in particular. Yet, I still don’t know the meaning and why that was your favorite flower of all the flowers that we had in the garden that we used to water every day.

Not until that certain day...

We were childhood bestfriends. Inseparable since birth as our mothers say; crying at the same time, laughing at the same time, sleeping at the same time, smiling at the same time, heck even pooping at the same time.

But one thing that I will always remember about you was the white tulip hairclip that you would always wear. You wouldn’t take it off even when you have to take a bath and you have to cry because your parents said no since it would ruin your hair.

But you didn’t care, it was your favorite item and I they respected that.

I respected that.

When we went to kindergarten, you wore that certain white tulip hairclip. I would always wonder why would you wear that always but I never had the guts to ask you.

I was a shy kid back then, ‘til now.

One day, you lost your hairclip at school and you cried because you wouldn’t want to lose it. I tried to help but I, too, couldn’t find it.

That was until a boy in our class gave it to you.

Broken; the clip was separated from the white tulip.

He broke your hairclip because he accidentally stepped on it,

He asked for forgiveness and I expected that you would get angry at him since it was your most valuable accessory.

But no, you didn’t.

Instead, you smiled, tears still in your eyes and cheeks wet, and said that it was okay and you forgive him.

That was the day when I caught feelings for you.

I know, cliché and I’m still a kid but I realized it now.

Middle school came and we were in the same class still. You didn’t have your white tulip hairclip anymore and instead,

You had a white tulip themed hair tie; or was it a scrunchie?

Whatever it was, it suited you perfectly as you put your hair up.

You kept that ‘til high school. We still kept talking, of course.

From your mum’s ridiculous stories that she heard from your neighbors to my dad almost falling to a lake because he was riding a bike that was “too big” for him, my mum says.

Then, you’ve encountered some bullies; those typical mean girls bullies that would pick on the most ridiculous things on you. Like your height, your shoes, your speaking, your smile,

you hair tie...

They would always talk bad about that hair tie saying that you would better be off without it because you should let your hair down so they wouldn’t see your stupid face.

When really, they should be the one to cover their faces with personalities like pennywise itself.

I comforted you after when I saw you crying near the park where the sunset usually strikes its golden aura.

I told you to ignore them and their opinions don’t matter because they don’t know how beautiful you are; at least to me but why would I say that.

Not like you like me back, anyway.

You smiled and said that it was fine and that they were just messing with you and that maybe they were bored so they picked on you. Did that make you feel better?

Because I know it didn’t.

You said it was okay and you would just stop wearing that hair tie with white tulips and bring your hair down as they told you.

Why are you so nice...?

I didn’t say anything and just embraced you, like the brilliant friend I am.

I wanted to confess to you... but I don’t think it’s the best seeing that you were suffering with your own battles.

The next day, you had your hair down and I couldn’t help but stare at you with lovingness. You were a beauty.

More beautiful than Sleeping Beauty, swaying along your every move with a smile on your face.

Like a white tulip on a summer breeze that the sun shined down so perfectly.

I never felt that feeling until that day.

The bullying didn’t stopped there, though.

It went until we were college.

For some reason, we stopped talking to each other.

No greetings every morning, no farewells when the class is done, no small talks on our favorite spot which was the lake that I comforted you.

You became emotionless and that smile was gone, the pureness in you was gone and you would always stay in and not go do you daily walks every morning.

What happened?

I wanted to ask you but... I was scared.

Scared that it would just make things worse, scared that you would ignore me not that you already are, scared that you would hate me, scared that it would make things complicated between us, scared that... let’s not get to that.

Then one day, you were just...

g o n e .

Gone without saying a word, gone without saying goodbye, gone without... me.

I never felt so devastated because of that. Why would you do that? Why didn’t you just let me in... Was is my fault?

I never left my room because of that, not even when it was important.

The only thing that was important was I wanted to know why you did that... why you left me and the rest of your loved ones.

Then, one day I saw a letter.

A letter beside my unread mail that my family and maybe the bills that I haven’t paid.

It was from you.

I knew it was you because of that certain white tulip on it.

I opened with trembling hands and tears wanting to fall but I held it, for you.

That was until I read the letter.

The first words just left me breathless...

“Dear, my petal,”

The more I read, the more I realize why you did it.

And it made me want to do it too.

You said that you couldn’t handle it, even when there was comfort around you.

You couldn’t be comforted when you couldn't even comfort and love yourself. I would say I understand how you feel but... I couldn’t, love.

You knew that I would blame myself for it and you said I shouldn’t because it wasn’t mine in the first place, it was yours.

But how could I not?

I should’ve been there with you more, I should’ve stayed with you when the nightmares came, I should’ve confessed to you before... you were gone.

What crushed me most is when you said that last words on your letter.

“Don’t worry because I’m at the place where I’m happy; a place where we always had our happy moments together; the place where I could be me with no judgement whatsoever, swaying along the others with the pureness around them. One thing, Petal, even if you think that it’s you fault, don’t worry because I will always forgive you...

I love you, Petal.”

After hours, days, and years that I read your letter I visited you, always.

With your favorite flowers wrapped around my delicate hands, at least that’s what I think.

To let you know...

To let you see...

To make you feel...

That I understood and knew why it was your favorite flower.

Forgiveness...

You would always forgive any person that would make a mistake, especially directly towards you.

I never forgave myself yet but... I’m most glad that you forgave me, love.

My flower

The kindest and forgiving person I knew and loved.

Thank you, my dearest Tulip, xoxo.

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See: masterlist 🌻

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