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#AND A LITTLE FLOWER *weeps*
pink-layer-cake · 1 year
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llumimoon · 9 months
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pushing up daises carnations 🧡💛🩵
lately i've been a little fascinated w/ unconventional hanahaki aus abt diff types of love, so here's something based off an au of mine where Normal catches hanahaki for almost everyone he cares about all at the same time
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I saw the gay life ask and got an idea: Jimmy wins this series because he and Scott were the last two and Scott sacrificed himself so Jimmy could win. Or Jimmy gets out first somehow and Scott murders everyone else in anger
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W-win for the flower husband stans,,,.,
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deklo · 5 months
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i’m browsing my old tumblr account and my navigation has tabs just for dylan obrien and halsey jfncjnfcj
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browntrait · 7 months
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my bf just walked in the house and gave me sunflowers!???? will be crying for the next hr 🥺❤️
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morgutio · 1 year
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balladetto · 5 months
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unprompted ( sort of ) / always accepting / anonymous.
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     The town is overwhelmingly alive.
     Noise from street musicians and ordinary folk alike covers the cobblestones as thoroughly as the petals beneath his boots do, bright and eagerly shared in the nameless joy of some festivity. He'd arrived in the middle of it all: while old bells were still pealing and the circle of dancers in the town square was near bursting — foreigner in how little he knew, but content to observe from afar. It's in that distance that the child tucks himself away, counting on the roar of the crowd and celebrations to deepen the shadows over an overlooked bench.
     What he believed was an overlooked bench, anyway.
Link receives a flower crown of daisies. A gift from this anon.
     The present falls against his fingers, feather-light and out of nowhere. Heart leaping and hand jerking away from the touch, he turns from the dancers he'd been watching with wide eyes, just fast enough to catch a retreating back. Laughter lingers in his ears — maybe the stranger's, maybe someone else's, but it's as cheery as everything else here and helps set his pulse at ease again.
     A pulse that stills altogether when he looks down, world tunnelling to strung greens and whites and yellows and a single, dazed thought.
     Oh.
     He lifts the garland with both hands. Something creeps up from his chest to his throat, thorns of warmth that crawl further and further until they've reached the tips of his ears. This— it's what the kids and some of the grownups are wearing around here, crowns fashioned from pretty flowers and long grasses like spring's bloomed right on their heads. Link isn't— Link isn't one of them, and yet...yet...
     It fits. Not perfectly, not like how the hat he carefully takes off does, but it fits. As he looks to a shifting sea of people and hums along to the new song that starts from somewhere in that throng, he thinks he might be smiling.
     With this ache in his cheeks, and the bigger one tightening around his heart, he must be.
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wingsandpetals · 8 months
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i've had so many dreams featuring myself trying to get back to my hometown's library only to discover it's been abandoned or forever changed that i was fully convinced they tore it down but i looked it up this morning and it's still there
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makeitlookdecent · 1 year
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crumble/reassurance
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brewerycknight · 1 year
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Tag dump: Relationships
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jimkirkachu · 1 year
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mood board for some of my Kirk headcanons (tos) 💛
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spirifage · 2 years
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Pro tip you do not get special accolades and prizes for going to work in black jeans every day in the blazing heat and sun. You get sweaty
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littlestarxmilkyway · 19 days
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I'll randomly remember that I secured them both and just get so excited.
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nightnursc · 3 months
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@thefleetsfinest -> 🌿🍒 x how ever many you want to write for however many muses of any combinations of our blogs. <3 -> mistletoe kiss for the babes (part 1 if i can't help myself) -> a little wastelands Christmas, pre spideyhawk reunion
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There's a peace that had fallen over the land they had made for themselves. The decision to flee from New York had come swiftly agreed upob between Linda and Leonard when the call from Clint came, but she had already been watching the news. New York would be a hot spot for everything, and what a right decision had been. They had moved South, returned to where her husband had come from. For the first two years as superheroes died out and government structures changed, failed and fell; Georgia had been where they were.
Together on the McCoy family farm they had watched the world fall around them. The country divide up into territories as the villains began to fight with each other; their own visions conflicting with each other for what they wanted to do their power and hold on the world. Eventually they moved from there, as noise around them got louder and they went out into the countrysides left abandoned, wrecked by mass weapons and at first it had been to give help; she and Leonard were lucky and the average civilian would need a doctor. So they helped.
That's where they were now, a new farm landlocked on roughly Doom's lands (she figured that his terrority was the safest) and the middle got the country wastelands, the divide between the contested Zemo/Kingpin kingdom. Farm, house, and a clinic in another farmhouse not too far from there home.
The years that passed by were not easy but every year, Linda held steadfast with Leonard and they settled. There's a quiet calm to the morning, nothing coming in over the radio network set up in this area that there was anything to watch out to. No one really kept track of the calendar, but some traditions were held and she recalled correctly; Clint had said something as he was passing by, that it was December and had dropped off a box.
In the box had been decorations, of which Linda was sure he had been collecting and looting over a long span of time. Two years. He bad been on a damn suicide mission two years ago until Leonard had talked some sense into him, which Linda was sure had everything to do with her being pregnant two years ago. Assuming her husband had pleaded with the archer and revealed the news of their pregnancy; asked him for help protecting her.
There's dew collecting on the patches of grassland that surrounded them, two of the horses grazing and since they haven't seem to have gotten sick; Linda had known they had found unaffected soil when they settled this place and started a farm to self-sustain themselves.
Linda imagines that the decorations and Clint mentioning that it was December had everything to two with the baby McCoy, two year old David existing and having to grow up in this world. The former Night Nurse (she wasn't a former; they had their clinic but her family came first more than anything now at least in this world) had begun to decorate the house with the gifted items. Clint wasn't sure when he was going to be back from a job he had picked up, the damn man went all over the country much to Leonard's worrying. She had watched her husband fight like hell to keep his best friend alive (especially after everything he had lost).
She's putting decorations up, having left Leonard to snooze after the last few days he had. Humming to herself along with the CD of smooth jazz (they had a collection of CDs collected and she figures instrumental jazz was close enough to holiday music). Hanging up the items in the box, finding nooks and crannies to add some Christmas cheer and holiday spirit. Her eyes occasionally darting over to two year old David playing on the rug, making sure mostly that he's not trying to swallow anything. Showing him the decor as she goes, letting him play with a shiny plastic ornament, it was round, silver and red with most of the glitter scratched off.
He tosses it, the plastic ball bouncing and making a sound. The final bounce is punctuated by a laugh but it's not her own or little David's. Linda's crouched down with her son, a hand going to run through his hair as she looks up to find Leonard awake and propped against then archway. ❝ Good morning, wanna say morning to daddy, David? ❞ She greets Leonard first before turning her attention to David, turning his attention onto Leonard as well.
She's not all that concerned with his development, he could speak if he wanted to. David makes more of a mumble sound because really he was more interested in decorations at the moment then dad being awake. They were only waiting on one more in the house to appear, but she wasn't going to disturb Jojo either. She can continue to get her rest too.
The morning had been calm, a peace fallen over the household and she had been enjoying her time with decorating with the littlest McCoy. A surprise for the rest of her family to wake to thanks to Clint's delivery. Linda knows she's the luckiest woman, luckier than most when the world fell apart she still had all of them and they made their place, created safety for themselves. A haven against the wasting lands.
Linda waits for Leonard to come join them, dig through the box himself. There's a puzzled look at his face, ❝ Clint mentioned it was December, dropped off this gift for the kids. ❞ The box of Christmas decorations is what she's referring to. ❝ I figured David and I would surprise you and Jo; he's doing a very good job, huh? ❞ Her voice dropping into baby voice as she coos at David who was now intent on showing Leonard everything he could grab and hand to his father.
The three of them continue to decorate their living room, moving things around and enjoying their morning. Fussing over something as mundane as decorations again after the hard years it had been. It was refreshing.
At some point, Leonard starts fussing with something that she can't see what he's holding onto. She knows that he's fussing because he's making his signature grumbling and it brings a smile to her face, getting up to go see what he was complaining about. She peeks around his shoulder from behind, on her toes as she tries to see what he's holding onto. He tries to hide it, but she catches a lime green plastic plant in his fingers. She recognized the shape of what it was suppose to be.
He's trying to tie a red ribbon around the fake stem, and she starts get the idea of what he was doing. She slips her arm around him and grabs for the poorly made artifical mistletoe. Taking it from his hands, she goes to tie the bow for him and puncture an additional ribbon to the decor with a nail so that he could hang it. She doesn't have the height for that part of the task; it's all him for hanging anything tall such as affixing cheap mistletoe to the archway into their kitchen.
Linda's got a smile on, trying not to look too eager as she gets what he was doing; waits patiently for him to hammer the nail into the door frame. Their place is nothing like Christmas pasts before Villian Day but none of that mattered. They were lucky, alive and with their family, made themselves a place in the world and maintained relative safety. Life was as good as this was going to get.
The woman looks up innocently at him, waiting for him to point out the newly added decor. His voice a low whisper just for her, which makes her feel butterflies just as the first time he has used that voice with her. DARLIN' ⸻ she thinks she may be blushing as he calls her that, watches his eyes flick over to check on David for a moment before he's looking into her eyes. His gaze dipping to look at her lips.
He was corny as well, all cheesy and ever the romantic, as he makes mention of catching her under this doorway, underneath the mistletoe. Linda smiles, puts her hands lightly against his chest as he holds her against him; hands to her hip. One hand moves up to trace lightly along his jaw as she hums, nods her head and notes the mistletoe as if she hadn't helped him put it up. ❝ Oh, what a coincidence catching you here! ❞
She let's him make the first move to kiss her, a gentle brushing of lips. Breathing in with each other, she leans into his chest. The mistletoe kiss doesn't end there. When they draw back, very lightly she pushes Leonard backward. Standing on her toes, his back now connecting with the doorframe, and her arms go around his neck. Linda kisses him again, deeper than the first because today may as well be Christmas if it was December. Deeper because nothing had ever changed her from being wildly into kissing him; there's nothing more sweet.
The world may have gone to hell, but they've made a piece of heaven out in the Wasteland for themselves. She's incredibly, madly in love with him, always will be she thinks and she hopes they'll keep to grow old together. They had a son together now, and speaking of their children the only thing that interrupts Linda from kissing Leonard until he's out of breath and can't chuckle at her eagerness against their lips anymore is her step daughter Jojo making an exacerbated sigh at the two of them; thus announcing she's awake and would like to get into the kitchen.
❝ Merry Christmas, Leo. ❞
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dykeredhood · 1 year
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Pretty sure I’m some modicum of stone considering the difference between my wild sexual fantasies vs. what I want a real flesh and blood person to actually do to me
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suguru-getos · 7 months
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࿐ husband neuvillette headcanons (f!reader) ࿐
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neuvillette, the most respected man in the nation of hydro, more than their archon focalors. he commands respect wherever he goes, his aura still polite, ever so approachable. however, the power of his position cowers people. they are often rendered scared to approach him, some of them literally profusely sweating around his nimble aura.
you, were his wife now, his significant other. someone he cherished more than life itself & someone who made you feel safe, heard, protected. it was said that he was the most sought out bachelor in fontaine before he left his heart for you one day. “break it or keep it. it isn’t mine anymore.” is what he said, when he proposed you. oh the words ring into your ear like the finest melodies till date.
the steambird/ the media was eager to cover everything about the wedding; but to their surprise— neuvillette took you outside fontaine. the city of freedom — monstadt is where you two tied the knot in the presence of a certain, melodious and a high alcohol simp bard.
truth be told, once you were married. there were people who forced false allegations on you. how you manipulated the chief justice into falling in love with you. how you are fake and you act in accordance to his liking to be loved by him. some people even tried to forge false cases against you. all of which— deeply entertained furina. thankfully, neuvillette was never someone to pay attention to any of these things. at one time, he himself fought for you in a false trial. you couldn’t be more thankful.
rains— the legend of hydro dragon weeping causing the rains was famous throughout the country of fontaine. one day, when neuvillette came home a little early, looking distressed, you noticed a harsh, unforgiving thunderstorm drenching the country. you walked towards the terrace, looking up and gently, soothingly whispering. “oh- hydro dragon. please don’t cry.” the rain… lessened. it was as if the intensity had been lessened.
it wasn’t more time until neuvillette confessed to you about him being a hydro dragon. ever since then, whenever there had been rains in fontaine, you make sure to find your beloved husband and hug him tightly, kiss his forehead and tell him everything will be alright. it breaks you apart seeing him like this after all.
sometimes when he comes back home, he always brings your favorite flowers, maybe your favorite desserts, along with a beaming smile only you have seen. people who are aquainted to you often ask if neuvillette being the chief justice and being the most powerful man in fontaine makes your married life difficult. truth is.. it could never. they just haven’t had any access to the good that your beloved dragon holds.
things do get riff-raffy when furina acts a little too childish around him. he pays no attention to her self-centered, self-absorbed behavior but it pinches you how she bothers him for every little thing. once, there was a celebratory banquet held for the same and your displeased face told neuvillette in that very instant — how you’d like the archon to ‘behave’ around your husband. he has been extra careful ever since. <3
your husband might look stern, but he is a soft man. you have witnessed this first hand with how respectfully and tenderly he treats you. on the bad days of your period, the chief justice is nothing but a doting husband for his wifey. you can always be snuggled up to him and cry, or just spend time.
he is a HUGE cuddle bug. would love to destress off work by wrapping his big arms around you and peppering your face with tender kisses. he smells amazing too! always making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.
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