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xxladyballadxx · 5 months

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My Love, My World, My Treasure

Richter Belmont x f! reader

❀ Dividers by @saradika-graphics ❀

ꕤ I recommend listening to Two Slow Dancers by Mitski while reading this ꕤ

Summary: A week had passed ever since you finally killed the patriarch that used you as a weapon to rage against wars. The nightmare was over, you were finally free. Then…you became more aloof, distancing yourself from everyone. Richter and the others knew what was up. Tera and Maria decided to help Richter out to do something special for you, to bring out a smile on your face once again…

“Richter, where are you taking me?” You asked in curiosity while having a blindfold over your eyes. “Hold on, we’re almost there.” Richter reassured you, holding your hands steadily that way you don’t trip or bump into anything. Still wondering what Richter was up to. Your eyes remained close behind the blindfold. “Okay, my sweet dove, we’re here.” Richter released your hands, hearing the steps of him walking behind you to untie the knot of the blindfold.

With the blindfold no longer shielding the surprise, you lit your eyes open and felt the warm breeze crawling up on you, your hair dancing mid-air as it flowed over some parts of your face.

You gasped, reeling in joy and happiness. Your eyes wandered around the place, you were taken to a field full of gorgeous flowers by your amazing boyfriend Richter Belmont. So this is what he wanted to show you.

Roses, daisies, tulips and many other flowers were blooming beautifully on the green shining grass. “They’re beautiful!” You beamed out, bending down to touch the petals with your fingertips. “I know you haven’t been feeling like yourself recently.” Richter spoke calmly while he went over to you, a worried smile appearing, “I wanted to do something special for you, to bring a smile to your face once again. To cheer you up…”

You stood up, walking over to Richter with a sweet loving smile popping up, “Richter…” he held your hands and motioned his eyes to gaze at yours, “I hope this isn’t too much, you’ve been through a lot and I realized we were never able to spend more time together since we were so focused on things that were dragging us down to the fucking dirt. You mean a lot to me, (Name).” He squeezes your hands lovingly, his blue oceanic orbs falling up on you, “I can’t bear to see you suffering like this…”

Richter was hurting deeply inside, for you and he figured out that you haven’t been your usual happy-self for the past few days. This is why he did all this for you…

“Oh Richter…” You held up your hand, caressing the side of his face while he looked at you worryingly, “This…all this means everything to me. I love what you did with the flowers…” you pulled away to look down to the blossoms. “Somehow they remind me of a beautiful garden back home in London, do you remember?”

Richter chuckled, recalling the moments you spent more time with him when you were both children, “I always plucked out the rose from the bush and removed its bloody thorns before putting on your hair. Sometimes I get yelled at by one of your butlers since I wasn’t supposed to take the flower from a bush.” He picked out a Chrysanthemum and placed it behind your ear, admiring how stunning you look with it. “You love to make those flower crowns and put them on my head, wanting me to match with you.”

You smiled fondly, “Oh yes. I even made a flower ring for you too. “ Those were the greatest days for you and Richter. You were much happier back then, running around in the garden with Richter while he chased you wildly. “I..missed this…I missed the moments we had together when we were kids.”

Richter held your hands together in his palms, gazing his blue sea orbs upon you, “I do too, (Name). Nine years and here I thought…I would never see you again. The person whom I held so close to my heart.”

You recalled the time where Richter rescued you from that cult, he couldn’t recognise you at first. You never prayed for someone you knew to come and rescue you. Richter Belmont, the close friend you ever had, rescued you. He came back to you. During the invasion in London, with the vampires slaughtering the citizens, Richter thought you were killed along with your family.

He regained some parts of his happiness when he found you, so did you.

Richter sat beside you as you began to make garlands, creating a crown out of various flowers. He watches you making one, his gaze unmoving. “Where do you see us when this is all over?” Richter had been wanting to ask you for a while, he never got the chance to for some reason. Perhaps he was too focused on taking down the Messiah and her army.

You put down the unfinished crown on your lap and face Richter in his direction, “I truly wish I have an answer for that. I never thought about it that deeply. Maybe…somewhere nice…perhaps in a cottage. Living there peacefully I suppose..”

Richter shone a warm smile, holding your hand into his, “That would actually be quite nice…for you and me.” You gave him a kiss on the cheek in return before finishing off making the garlands. Richter knew you would need this, wanting to get away from all the terrible things that were dragging you down.

You set your eyes towards the warm blue sky, the yellow-red burning sun shining brightly on your face, “It’s quite lovely out here, isn’t it?” you stood up with that finished flower crown in your hands you finished making.

Richter got up on his feet, standing next to you. His eyes wandered around the area, a little speck of gleam going through his pupils, “It really is. Not as beautiful as you though.”

Your face flushed at his compliment, you turned towards his direction wanting to look him in the eye with that flourishing reddened face of yours. Richter found it quite adorable seeing you like that, it brings him much joy just by spending his time with his lover. Seeing a girl he truly loves smiling once again.

He took the flower crown off your hands, slowly planting it on your head. A sparkle of happiness painted over Richter’s face, “You look beautiful as ever, (Name).” The wind dancing through your hair, parts of them flowing over your face as a radiant smile shone across your lips.

Richter gripped your hands, inching you closer to him. He held your head leaning in for a kiss. You closed your eyes when his lips touched yours sweetily. A slow, passionate kiss melting onto your soft lips. Richter moved his head away from your face to say, “I love you, (Name), so damn much.”

Your eyes pricked with tears, “I know. I love you too.” You wrapped your arms around him lovingly, your head burying into his chest, “My love, my world, my treasure.” you looked up to his face, smiling as you shed more tears of sparkled joy, “You are the one I need. You, Richter Belmont, are my precious treasure.”

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a/n - Hello everyone! I hope you all like what I've written on here! I wanted to tear up so much while writing the ending for this (╥﹏╥)

Anyways, keep yourselves warm in this very cold season and make sure you take care of your health! ( • ᴗ - ) ✧

UNTIL NEXT TIME 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

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#castlevania #castlevania nocturne #richter belmont #castlevania x reader #castlevania nocturne x reader #richter belmont x reader #richter belmont x you #richter belmont imagine #castlevania imagine #richter belmont fluff

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woklaza · 4 months

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Fyodor Analysis (Flowers)

Analysing THIS scene.

This scene from the season 4 intro featuring Fyodor is, blankly, flowers. But after obsessing over flower symbolism lately ( as an amateur, spare me), I figured that it would be fun to look into the meaning of flowers. This very unoriginal idea was probably done before but whatever.

Blue roses:

Blue roses symbolise secrecy and mystery, which, undoubtedly, suits Fyodor. So, moving on (help I suck at analyses it's a miracle I got an attainment badge for English).

Lily of the Valley:

Lily of the Valley symbolises purity, joy, love, sincerity, happiness and luck (Yes, I copied it from Google) But one interesting thing is that it even has connections with the Bible.

Song of Solomon 2 I am a rose of Sharon, a lily of the valleys.

Jesus was also described as 'Lily of the Valley' for that He alone is sinless, holy, and separate from sinners. This, well... this seems to expand on Fyodor's motive of wanting the Book to eliminate and purify humanity's "sins".

Red roses:

On the surface, red roses symbolise love and romance which, Fyodor does not seem to express. But after some more research, I found that the deeper the colour of the red rose, the more ready you are for commitment. But this is just on the side of romance (Fic writers, take the notes). There are other meanings to red roses such as desire, longing, respect, admiration, courage, sacrifice, beauty and perfection.

Tithonia Rotundifolia:

Before I go into the meaning, I just want to say this one was very hard to do. There was a bit of a mind debate on whether these are Tithonia Rotundifolia or orange daisies. But in terms of the shape, I figured it would be the Tithonia Rotundifolia.

Tithonia rotundifolia is a hardy and drought-tolerant plant, often thriving in challenging conditions. As such, it can symbolize endurance, resilience, and the ability to thrive despite adversity. Also, giving or receiving Tithonia rotundifolia can be a gesture of admiration and appreciation, acknowledging the recipient's positive qualities or expressing gratitude. While I personally do not think Fyodor is a person who shows admiration and appreciation, he certainly was admired and appreciated by lots, such as Sigma, Nikolai, Ivan et cetra.

Magenta Roses:

Magenta roses symbolize deep, passionate love, echoing the fervent emotions often associated with red roses. They convey a profound sense of affection and desire. But considering Fyodor's personality, we'll move on. Magenta roses also represent gratitude, appreciation, and admiration. That links perfectly to my previous analysis of the Tithonia rotundifolia.

With a bit more research I found that the rich and vibrant colour of magenta roses evokes feelings of enchantment and mystery. They can also signify the magic and allure of love, adding a touch of mystique to romantic gestures. But again, considering Fyodor, let's not stick to the romance side of things.

Olive branches:

This one is more of an optional analysis since I'm not sure if they really are olive branches in the first place. Anyway, we are pretty familiar with the international peace symbol (the well-known one, anyway) being a dove carrying an olive branch with its beak. This symbolises peace and harmony, which at least, in my opinion, is what Fyodor is aiming for to create a "sinless" world without abilities.

Narcissus:

The Greek myth of Narcissus falling in love with his reflection and turning into a flower symbolises self-love and egotism. While this may not entirely suit Fyodor, I do believe he has self-confidence in himself, perhaps even too much that he didn't consider trusting his allies. In fact, that was how he reached his downfall. The Narcissuses in the scene, at the end, bloomed over the other flowers and caused them to grey and wilt. In my opinion, this may symbolise two things:

This shows some of the good qualities that were symbolised in the flowers that didn't suit Fyodor were ruined by his self-confidence and lack of trust. For example, Fyodor didn't have the love symbolised in the roses because his goal buried those emotions down.

This shows how all of his good qualities were soon consumed by his lack of trust and confidence in himself. In fact, the Narcissuses taking over were like how his confidence and arrogance in not needing another plan just in case (we're talking about breaking out from Meursault here) taking over him and resulting in his ultimate (hopefully temporary) downfall and death.

Anyway, these are just my silly rambles. Use this as a reference or whatever, don't take it too seriously I really don't know much about flowers lol. I'm trying to make more analyses cos they're so fun to read (/>^<\) Have fun with the new pieces of information, I spent 1 hour on this and opened 23 computer tabs (Yes, I am not very efficient)! Uhh... bub-bye?

#bsd #bsd analysis #bsd fyodor #seriously the romance and love for the flowers are screaming Kolya #Yeah should i tag this a fyolai?#Nah #what did fyodor do lol #I tortured Fedya-kun with my ass analysis #character analysis #scene analysis #bungou stray dogs s4 intro #HIS ANEMIA IS SHOWING THROUGH HIS FACE BIKHUJ #No offense to ppl with anemia :>

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rose-tea-and-strawberries · 5 months

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all the world seems to waken anew

Neige LeBlanche x Reader Drabble

Reader/Yuu is female

Masterlist

Neige LeBlanche never fails to bring you ataraxy, you’ve noticed. That’s something you’ve come to love about him.

After spending weeks dealing with the multitudes of encumbrances that were thrown at you in NRC, a week-long getaway at RSA was more than welcome. Neige acted just as enthusiastically as you did when Headmaster Ambrose had warmly invited you to the castle on the premise of ‘furthering your knowledge of this world’ but it was endearingly suspicious how this arrangement had been scheduled the day after you had mentioned to the ebony haired boy how tired and burned out you were.

And that’s how you found yourself here, having a picnic in a flower-filled meadow after a gooseberry picking adventure in RSA’s gardens - all nice and ripe and ready for the pie baking venture the two of you had planned for the afternoon. Or atleast, you were having a picnic before you were distracted by the floral blooms around you and the two of you began making daisy chains and flower garlands. Next thing you know, your little excursion gets interrupted by a chipmunk and then a few squirrels and bunnies and bluebirds and a fawn and all thoughts of finishing your home baked pastries flew out the window as the urge to dote on your new companions was simply undeniable.

Everything about right now was perfect: the bright sunny sky and wafting tufts of white that danced across the celeste expanse, your boyfriend’s beloved white mare was grazing nearby and the hygge you felt was unimaginable as you handfed a small fluffy rabbit a leaf of lettuce.

“What are you thinking about, Dove?” Neige asks brightly.

“Just about how happy I am,” you respond, “thank you

“It’s the least I can do,” he says, chestnut doe eyes incandescent, “you always know how to fill my world with sunshine. I just want to do the same for you.”

“And you have,” you sigh happily, leaning your head on his shoulder, getting lost in his warmth and apple blossom scent. His hand almost immediately starts running through your hair and looking up at him, you saw his cherubic features aglow with tender adoration. Among this picturesque landscape, he looked ethereal. You could faintly hear his mellifluous voice singing quietly.

“With a smile and a song

Life is just a bright sunny day”

And you closed your eyes and embraced this elysian bliss as softly cooing doves landed around you, letting your mind wander to thoughts of wishing wells and happily ever afters.

“Your cares fade away

And your heart is young”

#neige leblanche x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #fem reader

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mousetoe-wc · 7 months

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I Got bored one time awhile ago and made a list of every prefix plus some into organised sections so I thought I might as well share.

All the ones that aren’t cannon to warriors, yet at lest are bold

Describing names

Colours: red, russet, copper, golden, amber, yellow, green, blue, violet, pink, white, gray, black, ebony, dark, pale, silver, brown, tawny, fallow

Pattern, Texture + Size: spot/ted, dapple, speckle, freckle, brindle, patch, mottle, ragged, tangle, kink, bristle, fuzzy, curl/y, wooly, soft, sleek, little, tiny, small, slight, short, tall, long, big, heavy, crooked, broken, half, stumpy, shred, torn, jagged

Actions + Character: flip, pounce, bounce, jump, hop, crouch, down, low, drift, flail, strike, running, fidget, mumble, whistle, snap, sneeze, shiver/ing, shining, flutter, fallen, lost, rush, fleet, quick, shy, sweet, brave, loud, quiet, wild, hope, wish,

Other: claw, whisker, dead, odd, one, spike, fringe, echo, song, hallow, haven

Elements

Time + Weather: day, night, dusk, dawn, morning, sky, sun/ny, moon, storm, lightning, thunder, cloud/y, mist/y, fog, snow, blizzard, ice, frost, dew, drizzle, rain, clear, wind, breeze, gale, shadow, shade, bright, light,

Earth/Water/Fire names: stone, rock, boulder, slate, flint, pebble, gravel, sand/y, dust, mud/dy, meadow, hill, rubble, river, ripple, whorl, float, rapid, shimmer, lake, swamp, marsh, wave, wet, bubbling, splash, puddle, pool, creek, fire, flame, flicker, flash, blaze, scorch, ember, spark, ash, soot, cinder, smoke

Plants

Trees: alder, aspen, birch, beech, cedar, cypress, pine, elm, willow, oak, larch, maple, bay, rowan, timber, bark, log, wood, twig, acorn, cone, seed, spire

Berry/Nut/Fruit/Herb: juniper, elder, sloe, holly, yew, mistle, bramble, hickory, hazel, chestnut, nut, apple, cherry, cranberry, olive, pear, plum, peach, chive, mint, fennel, sage, basil, mallow, parsley

Flowers: aster, poppy, primrose, rose, bluebell, marigold, tansy, pansy, briar, cherry, daisy, dandelion, daffodil, tulip, violet, lily, myrtle, thrift, yarrow, heather, lavender, blossom, bloom, flower, petal

Other: leaf, frond, fern, bracken, sorrel, hay, rye, oat, wheat, cotton, reed, pod, cinnamon, milkweed, grass, clover, weed, stem, sedge, gorse, furze, flax, nettle, thistle, ivy, moss, lichen, bush, vine, root, thorn, prickle, nectar

Animals

Mammals: mouse, rat, mole, vole, shrew, squirrel, hedgehog, bat, rabbit, hare, ferret, weasel, stoat, mink, marten, otter, hog, wolf, hound, fox, vixen, badger, deer, doe, stag, fawn, sheep, cow, pig, lion, tiger, leopard, lynx, milk

Birds: robin, jay, cardinal, thrush, sparrow, swallow, shrike, starling, rook, swift, dove, pigeon, crow, raven, duck, goose, heron, wren, finch, swan, stork, quail, gull, lark, owl, eagle, hawk, kestrel, buzzard, kite, hoot, feather, bird, egg, talon

Fish, Reptiles + Amphibians: pike, perch, pollack, trout, tench, cod, carp, bass, bream, eel, minnow, fin, snake, adder, lizard, turtle, frog, toad, newt

Bug type Names: bug, lady or ladybug, moth, spider, ant, snail, slug, beetle, bee, wasp, dragon or dragonfly, bumble, worm, maggot, cricket, fly, midge, web, honey

Skyclan + Warriorclan: Bella, Billy, Big, Harry, Harvey, Snook, Ebony, Monkey

#warrior cats #wc

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atrirose · 26 days

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what do your moots remind you of!!

omg i have done this before for a event it was so much fun OMG LOVE U FOR ASKING ME THIS MWAH

@odxrilove : peachy pink colour, miffy, long voice notes, hamsters, lilies, bows, hoshi, purple skies, foam on coffee, perfumes, doves, perfect outfits, soft hums, moon, bonfires.

@hoonvrs : the colour black, cats, pretty eyes, poetry, khol, watches, milk bread, candid pictures, musk, sunghoon, honey, vinyls, silver lines.

@boyfhee : blue, coffee dates, long and deep conversation, lipgloss, early sunrise view, cute stationery, jay, lily of the valley.

@lilacnini : baby blue, refreshing water, iced coffee, long walks, thrift shopping, daisies, nayeon, raspberries, line art, starry nights, muji pens.

@isoobie : dark red, yunjin, smoothies, curls, jasmines, cherries, chai lattes, heeseung, chocolate chips, evening strolls, autum air, silk robes.

@okwonyo : reddish pink, pilates princess, dupe lip glow, matcha latte, highlighters, wonyoung, pink orchids, sugar, vanilla, laces

@bywons : beige, brownies, coffee beans, late night calls, stars, jungwon, ysl, apple bloom, music notes, leopard, jhumaks, love letters.

@wonryllis : black swans, jungkook, cyber punk, watermelons, jellies, mini skirts, blueberry muffins, handwritten notes, anklets, oreo.

@goldenhypen : light blue and beige combination, golden retrievers, jake, hot chocolate, messy keys, milk tea, high ponytails, fireflies, magnolia, a flower crown, hallway crushes.

@jangwonie : sage green, fairies, hydrangeas, matcha, italy, pistachio ice cream, garden walks, sunoo (esp blonde), sun kissed, glitter, california, sundress, sticky notes.

@junityy : pink, peonies, miss dior, nostalgia, glowing stream of water, green smoothies, dainty jewelry, pocky, scented candles, jake, fresh flowers, pretty mugs, cozy days, gossip girls.

#𐙚 sei’ letters #✹ . . . anon !#✷﹕ʬ﹒games !

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luveline · 2 years

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i love your writing so much! could you maybe do remus comforting you after you failed a test that he helped you study for :,)

thank you for your request im sorry this took an enitre momth! <3

“I feel so guilty,” you confess quietly, your head against Remus’ chest, his hair tickling your ear where he’s leaning against you.

The arm he has wrapped around you tenses.

“What for? For not passing?” He’s too kind to say failed.

“You helped me study and I still couldn’t do it.”

Remus has already wiped away the frazzled, surprised tears when you found out that you failed, has already reassured you and calmed you down, but the guilt is eating you up. Guilt that he wasted his time helping you and wasted it again making you feel better.

“It’s not some moral failing that you couldn’t do it, dove. You just have to try again.”

“No, I know, but you wasted your time going through all those stupid flashcards with me.”

“The flashcards weren’t stupid. And wasted? Time with you is never wasted,” he says.

You sulk. He watches. You can feel his gaze and are only mildly surprised when his lips touch your cheek. He kisses you, lightly and sweetly, fast little pecks into the same spot. “You’re brilliant,” he says, followed by more and more kissing.

His hand rubs over the back of your neck and the side, tilting your head up so he can spread kisses like wild daisies across a field, affection blooming over and down your face, one last flower pressed to your jaw.

“You feel guilty?” You nod. Remus rubs his nose into your face and then pulls away. “My darling-“ your heart soars, “I don’t mind that you failed. I’m upset for you, of course, but I’m not angry.”

“I didn’t think you were,” you mumbled, dropping your head back against his arm with a sigh, neck arched and face to the ceiling. You blow a raspberry.

“Here, give me a kiss.”

“I don’t want kisses.”

Remus snorts. “Alright then, don’t give me one. Break my heart, why don’t you.”

“We did those cards for hours.”

“We did. You worked very hard.”

You roll your eyes at him. He sees it, spluttering, his arm pulled quickly from under your head to pinch at your sides. You yowl like a cat and throw yourself on your side, away from his tickling fingers.

“You did work hard!”

“Let me apologise for wasting your time!”

Remus sighs and leans over you, his hand between your thighs, holding himself up. “Alright, apologise. Let’s hear it.”

You frown. “I’m sorry that I failed after you spent so long helping me revise.”

Remus grins at you, his brown eyes full of a mischief that you usually love but currently hate, his pretty pout already parting before he says, “Thank you for your apology. But I can’t accept it, it wouldn’t be right.”

“Remus…”

“Do you want,” he says slowly, the words all dragged out and playful, “a kiss? Say yes. Please, dovey.”

“You shouldn’t beg.”

“I’ll always beg if it’s at your feet.”

“Ych.” You throw your hands over your face. “I’m sorry, I know I’m still going on and on about this stupid test. I didn’t expect to feel so awful.”

Remus leans sideways heavily into your torso, his elbow pushed into your ribs as his hand searches for your face. He tugs your wrists down, looking slightly more serious than he had. “I liked doing those flashcards with you.”

“Yeah?” you ask miserably.

“Yeah. I like the face you make when you get one right. You try to hide it, but you look so happy.” He smiles, his teeth peeking from under his lip. He has pointy canine teeth. They’re adorable. “And I like it even more when you get one wrong, I know it’s evil, but you’re so pretty when you get frustrated. Your eyes go all dark.”

“That’s good, ‘cos I got most of them wrong.”

“You got better. The more we did the more you improved. We’ll do it again for your retake.” He says everything with finality.

You finally give the poor sod his kiss, a quick press of the lips that makes you want another. The second is slower but chaste, his hand tentative against the column of your throat, holding you in place as he smiles into your mouth.

“What?” you ask, his grin contagious.

“Nothing. Just thinking about your angry face. Wanna start revising now?” he asks cheekily.

#remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #marauders era #remus x reader #remus x you #marauders #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin blurb #marauders x reader

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j3rs3yg1rl · 10 months

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On This Lovely Bella Notte

One starry evening in the Mushroom Kingdom, Mario was visiting Peach at the castle. However, Mario had been plotting something and Toad was in on it.

"I'm telling you… it will be perfect!" Mario declared confidently.

"Uh-huh… and you don't think they'll recognize you?" Peach replied somewhat skeptically.

"Trust me, this disguise is perfection!" The red plumber countered with a wave of his hand.

Mario had on traditional Italian garb from the old country. He straightened the hat and his embroidered bolero jacket then reached for his mandolin.

"Right… and you're doing this again, why exactly?"

"Just looking out for my baby brother is all!"

Mario then looked over at Toad nodding his head toward the door. "Alright Toad! Let's a go!"

Peach smirked with a shake of her head and returned to reading her book.

Luigi and Daisy walked arm in arm into the lovely restaurant overlooking Toad Town. Luigi dressed to the nines in a very dark charcoal gray pinstripe suit and matching fedora with green felt trim, green silk tie and monogram of his L initial on his tie clip, and a midnight blue dress shirt. Daisy was stunningly dressed in a curve fitting gold evening gown, with orange puffed chiffon straps off her shoulders. Her hair was done up with daisies in a ponytail that allowed elegant waves to flow down to just above her shoulders while her bangs hugged her sweetheart face.

The blooming couple were escorted to the outdoor patio where a table gleaming with candlelight awaited. There was a gorgeous view of the night sky with Peach’s castle out on the horizon.

Ever the gentleman, Luigi pulled out the chair for Daisy. Once she was seated, he sat beside her, stealing a kiss from her hand as he did. Luigi then removed his hat and lifted the menu. After they ordered and their wine glasses were filled, they took a moment to take in the evening sights.

“Luigi, this is so perfect! You didn’t have to do any of this for me.” Daisy’s eyes filled with excitement and wonder.

“Fiore mio, I would do anything for you. This is your night principessa.” Luigi smiled tenderly, gazing into the eyes of his beloved flower princess.

The desert bloom giggled softly. “Oh Sweetie!” She nuzzled Luigi’s shoulder, sighing contentedly. The green plumber could feel his heart racing and the sound of her gentle laughter made him swoon.

As the entree, spaghetti and meatballs, was brought to their table, a rather odd pair followed behind the server. The sweethearts did not notice them at first. However, once the server left and the pair began to enjoy their shared meal, music started to reverb around them.

Appearing before the charming plumber and lovely princess was a musical duo. They seemed awfully familiar to Luigi. Upon closer inspection, he clearly saw through the disguises of Mario and Toad. He thought he might just have died right there. How could Mario do this to him? Was he trying to embarrass him in front of Daisy? The younger green twin tried to hide his face.

“Oh this is the night It’s a beautiful night And we call it-a Bella Notte”

Mario strummed his mandolin and crooned with a thicker, more exaggerated accent than he normally had to the turtle doves seated before him. Toad, wearing a fake thin handlebar mustache, accompanied on accordion. Much to Luigi’s surprise, Daisy was giggling so sweetly. She enjoyed every moment of her friends’ performance. With the grace of a delicate blossom, she lifted her fork, encouraging Luigi to join her in partaking in their meal.

“Look at the skies They have stars in their eyes On this-a lovely-a Bella Notte”

Mario continued to serenade the lovebirds, circling around their table. Daisy watched Mario in amusement as he swayed to the music. She glanced back to Luigi and saw he was still slightly on edge. She took his hand in hers, gazing warmly into his eyes. Luigi felt himself relax ever so slightly. His brother’s voice now blended to the background as if it were coming from a radio.

“Side by side with your loved one You’ll a-find enchantment a-here”

He and Daisy continued to share the plate of pasta before them. Luigi took a more audible slurp of the pasta noodle in his mouth. Daisy, in a rare display of her ladylike manner, took a quieter slurp of the pasta noodle which managed to bop her on the nose. They shared a sweet smile before taking another bite.

The noodle that the pair were eating slowly revealed itself as a single strand. Before they knew it, their lips touched ever so lightly. Both pulled away and were blushing profusely. As a loving gesture, Luigi used his fork to push a meatball towards Daisy’s side of the plate. Their eyes remain focused on each other, unconditional love emitting from their gaze.

“The night will-a weave it’s magic a-spell When the one you love is near”

Mario saw this adorable display and winked at his little brother. This seemed to have given Luigi the confidence he needed. He titled Daisy’s chin up in the most tender way, gently gazing into her eyes. He poured his own heart into the melody as he sang along, his own accent coming through as he harmonized.

“For this is the night And the Heaven’s are a-right On this lovely Bella Notte”

Princess Daisy and Luigi finished their romantic dinner and now found themselves strolling through the nearby park. Hand in hand, they walked up the pathway toward a fountain. It seemed everywhere they went tonight, they could still hear the song from earlier in their heads.

The park was not quite deserted. Some of the charming little Toads had been out for their own evening stroll either with family or their significant other. Fireflies floated around giving the pathway a warm glow.

The princess and the plumber both hummed the romantic melody, lost in the trance of each other’s presence. As Daisy hummed the melody, Luigi hummed the harmony. By the time they reached the fountain, there was no doubt that their deep friendship had blossomed into everlasting love. The green knight took his lady’s hand, raised it to his lips, and placed another tender kiss upon her dainty fingers.

“Fiore mio, thank you for allowing me to treat you to this Bella Notte. You’ve been by my side all this time. Now it’s your turn to shine. I’m more than honored and privileged to be here for you. Princess Daisy, I love you. I want us to continue adventuring together. If you’ll have me, that is…” Luigi blushed darkly, he was a deeper shade of crimson than his older brother’s attire.

“Oh Sweetie…” Daisy was speechless. Did Luigi just ask what she thought he asked? She felt her heart soar. “I love you too!” She cried and happily leapt into Luigi’s embrace, flinging her arms around his neck. “I’ve waited so long for this! Of course I’ll have you! I love you so much!!!”

The knightly green plumber and the floral desert princess shared their first kiss under the soft glow of moonlight and fireflies. The now official couple cherished the beginning of their newly bloomed relationship as the Steady Sweeties. Daisy could not help but imagine what the future held for them. Luigi proved to be quite the romantic in how he asked her to be his girlfriend. She dreamed of how amazing it would be when her charming green cutie of a boyfriend finally asks her to marry him. Tango Tanglers has a nice ring to it!

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justmemethings · 1 year

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Disclaimer ! I'm not the original creator of these fill-up memes. I simply collected them from the search section / dash. The credit goes to the original source (which unfortunately I haven't been able to track down.

𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

bold what applies. repost, don’t reblog!

APHRODITE. laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, dishevelled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

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iiguess · 3 months

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OLYMPIAN AESTHETICS.

BOLD for always, italics for sometimes/in some AUs only.

APHRODITE. laughter-loving. sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway. unapologetically sexual. the sea washing their ankles. in love with love. stirrer of passion. cunning concealed by painted lips. secret daggers. doves. revolution in their kiss. delighting in the waves. flirtatious winks. strolling along the beach. staring wistfully from a balcony. this is how to be a heartbreaker. wants to be adored.

APOLLO. glitz and glamour. art galleries. turning the volume up. being made of gold. neatly organized music sheets. notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create. collecting vinyl records. beautiful cover of wonderwall. playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch. speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies. sporting shades. hanging out at music festivals with their friends. sleeps naked. arrow to the heart. paintbrushes. probably has a tinder account.

ARES. armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other. soft spot for children. gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love. fights against injustice. warm hugs. well worn combat boots. boxing gloves. bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles. fist raised in protest. ignites revolutions. fear is a prison. more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think. exhausted. damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses. curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter. freckles like constellations on their skin. piercing eyes. disheveled braid. moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn. protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake. quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree. running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire. not being much of a people person. arrow hitting a target. popping egos. patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. discerning gaze. unreadable face. quiet museums. owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture. plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses. studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid. big fan of logic. loves brain teasers. ancient buildings. sweaters in neutrals and cool colors. hair done up. can kill you with their brain. heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel. stoic statues. pottery classes.

DEMETER. soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers. skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend. can lift you and your friends. flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants. leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat. picking fruit. greenhouses. heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone. curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues. pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. drunk shitposter. on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls. rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers. theatre masks. stage productions. receiving a standing ovation. rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup. creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses. masquerade balls. rolls of film. shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor. pouring champagne into flutes. lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. the calloused hands of someone who knows labor. sweaty brow. flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind. broad shoulders. steampunk goggles. nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match. blueprints for future projects. fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades. wrestles with bitterness. work boots have seen better years. wrinkled plaid shirts. iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls. fascination with robotics. pain is fuel. stack of weaponry. even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. resting bitch face. dressed to the nines. cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain. loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls. large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism. pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under fuck it. downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded. knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man. dark eyes that penetrate your soul. marble and gold.

HERMES. devil - may - care smile. always up - to - date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine. shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder. long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips. folded maps. fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop. shooting hoops on the basketball court. chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning. mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. storm with skin. colorful coral reefs. waves crashing against the shore. stroking the soft fur of a cat. their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint. owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more. leather jackets. fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page. nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin. velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams. mood as ever - changing as the sea. the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow.

HADES. walking home alone in the early morning. back alleys. drinking alone in a graveyard. crippling loneliness hidden by sarcasm and cynicism. crows picking a carcass. untended dead flowers. the black sheep of the family. black coffee. money can’t buy you happiness. murder mystery dinner parties. blood on your shirt collar. dust illuminated by sunlight. classical music. dogs are better than people. a quiet wrath. shady business deals. taking what you are owed. paint it black. seasonal affective disorder. popping the suit collar. grey rain on a cityscape.

ZEUS. thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. unnatural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit. an aficionado of history. force of nature. lennyface. nightmare-filled nights. proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano. maintains order. strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease. expensive watch.

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rhaasted · 4 months

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allllright indulgent kind of thing based off an amazing prompt ! i'm gonna go back to working on rqs real soon, i just had finals for a minute there.

this is a snz kink fic! cw forr a little coughing + some allergy mess

Alright, that had been a little too close for comfort.

He put a finger to his earpiece. "I'm gonna need some backup," he warned. "Something bigger is going on." He felt something snake itself around his leg, pulling back hard from underneath him.

Ivy had successfully yanked Dick backward with a swift pull of her vine, easily tripping him and sending him headfirst into a handful of waiting roots. Experienced as always, he quickly dove and rolled to a safe opening not yet infected with her rapidly growing flora. He heard the sound of something tightening, being pulled taught as if ready to snap; turning just in time to be met with a spiny leaf, the edge of it sliced his mask as it cut his cheek in a swift motion.

Shit.

"Not againn— hnnh!" He was lifted into the air abruptly, supported by an angry bush of thorns and weeds. He struggled against the plants, quickly using his wing-ding to cut the thick greens restricting his movement. The more he cut, the more they multiplied. More tendrils coiled themselves around him, wrapping his entire body, squeezing their victim tight.

"Do not test me, wing." She spoke sharply but without bite. "Tell me everything you know."

"Rrgh!" He grit his teeth, the thick vines crushing his ribcage and abdomen, pinning his arms at his sides. He heard his heartbeat in his ears, the heat in his face rising as he writhed combatively. Struggling with the little space he had, he attempted to shrug his shoulders out of the tight bind Ivy had him in.

Out of breath, he managed a quiet plea: "Ivy, can't breathe." His head dropped slightly, dark bangs falling in front of his flushed face. He struggled once more before deciding to save his energy, the attempt to escape made futile by the many long vines slithering up his arms.

Ivy laughed, a hint of anger seeping through her cool tone. "Very well."

Dick felt the vines slip slightly, pulling his arms away behind his back. Her plants formed thorny cuffs around his wrists. He glared at her.

Ivy tilted her head, observing the young man's expression. "You will regret laughing at me, boy wonder." She put a hand to his chest, and he shifted, wariness returning to his features. She cupped his face, running her thumb on his cheekbone as he blinked at her. The heat from his face was beginning to fade now that he had a little more air to breathe. She pulled back after running a soft hand along his jaw, searching his brilliant blue eyes. "I'm going to make your situation a lot worse. You will give me what I want. And you will give it to me today." She stepped back, dismissing a few of the vines with a wave of her hand. "Do not make this difficult."

"Come on, Ivy. You're wasting time. You and I both know you're not going to get what you want by playing these games." He drew a sharp inhale as the vines grew impossibly tight, "I thought you'd know better by now." A glint returned to his eye as the corner of his mouth twitched upward, amusement showing on his face.

He scoffed. "Difficult? You're wasting time. By the time your men get to—" He was cut off by another vine snaking its way up his leg, branching off into more green tendrils to wrap around him. He stifled a gasp when it didn't stop at his leg but continued to his torso.

"I don't think you get to tell me when I'm wasting time," Ivy countered.

The vines around his torso split open slightly, soft buds blooming from the ends of the little tendrils.

"Better start talking."

"I won't play nice," Ivy hummed. If Dick didn't know any better, he could have sworn she sounded cheery. The makeshift cuffs around his wrists bloomed, petals brushing against his hands.

He glanced downwards, keeping his face blank despite the tightening feeling in his stomach. Ugh. Daisies. He looked up at her, expression unreadable. He would never admit she had any power over him.

The problem was she seemed to already know she held it.

He turned his head slightly, a chuff of air escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes. "You're really something. Showing all your cards early, hm?"

She smiled. "Just call it... being as efficient as possible."

"Ivy, whatever you're planning — I'm telling you now—" he coughed, feeling a familiar prickle spreading across the bridge of his nose. His chest expanded with an involuntary gasp, taking in a quick breath of air before— "—h'XGST!"

"Oh my. You were saying?" Ivy gestured for him to go on, brows raised in mock surprise.

"I know you think what you're doing is working, but it will only make it worse in the long run." His nose twitched, defying his wishes to not give any information away. The long white petals moved against his hand, pushing against each other as more small buds opened. Their scent was sickeningly sweet. Inescapable. Dick could squirm all he wanted, but every breath he took filled his sinuses with more tickly sweetness all the same. Ivy reveled in the way his nose gradually took on a pink hue, his body alerting of foreign assailants in his sinuses. His chest expanded against the vines, toned abdomen shuddering with desperate little hitches while his eyes watered. He closed them in anticipation.

"hh, Ivhhhy, hehh, hhd-XXSHT! ngh," the unpleasantness of the situation coaxed a soft groan out of him. The buzz inside his sinuses was rapidly spreading to the rest of the soft tissues in his nose.

"Go on," she encouraged, plucking one of the flowers for herself. She was definitely enjoying this new exercise of power.

He sniffled, the beginnings of a runny nose starting to show around his red-rimmed nostrils. Stifling hadn't helped as much as it had made the itch worse. Another heave of his chest, and he released a helpless, "rh'HSSHH'HW!" down the semi-thin kevlar of his suit. He sniffled to keep the mess back, aware that a few shiny droplets of spit had landed on his chest and stomach.

"hhhuh'eESSSHHhh'hw!"

"You're beginning to make quite the mess," she observed a little louder than he would have liked. He cringed. She approached him, slowly waving the small flower just under his face. "It's surprisingly easy to get you worked up." Dick strained, turning away from the flower as much as he could. His cheeks were pink now, damp nostrils shiny with the mess threatening to leak down onto his cupid's bow. His nose twitched again in warning.

"Ivy, pleahhse, —hhaH!"

He couldn't keep up his act. His brows knit together, mouth dropping open as he trembles, his eyes shut tight. Ivy ran the petals under his nose, covering them with the clear mess coating the insides of his sensitive nares. He gave a final, shuddering gasp before he released a messy sneeze onto her hand.

"Goodness," she pulled her hand back, gingerly wiping it on her leg.

"hah! ha'AESSSHHh'hew!" His nose exploded from the excess of pollen, two strings of mess falling onto his upper lip.

Dick blushed furiously, looking up at her through his red-rimmed eyes.

"You're just- hh-! toying with me to waste time," he sniffled. The m in time used a gentle hum of his vocal cords, vibrating the inflamed tissues of his nose as he closed his eyes in anticipation once more. He couldn't sniffle the mucus back anymore. The walls of his nose were swollen, and he was forced to breathe through his mouth.

"I can help you. hh! You're in danger. You think you know these guys but youhh hha! don't," he finished, face severe, mauve lips parted as his breath caught again. He coughed dryly, irritants prickling his airways.

"Oh, nightwing. So much to learn." Ivy drew close. "You are running out of time. Tell me now. Where are they taking the explosives?"

He shook his head, flashing her his patented flying Grayson grin. "You're trying too hard. It doesn't look good on you," he lowered his voice, insulting her.

She wasn't phased. "Fine."

He blinked, feeling the immediate sensation of something thin exploring the walls of his sensitive nostrils. He coughed, wrinkling the bridge of his nose as he squinted against the itch. A blade of grass? No — something softer. Thicker than that. He gasped, shuddering horribly. It was leafy. Oh god, the bristles of it were raking up and down his nose. It prodded around for another moment before hitting a sensitive spot on the inside wall of his left nostril. Suddenly, his shoulders jerked, neck and diaphragm tensing as his body forced the expulsions out at the expense of his throat.

The offending stem swirled around his mucus-slicked nasal tissues, wiggling deeper into his nose. Attempting to pull back, he wrinkled his nose, eyes squeezed shut helplessly. He could vaguely make out Ivy's intrigued giggle past his gasps.

"hhr'RRHESSSH'EU!! kg'sshH'eu! hh-ESHHHW! tSSHHhH'w!"

"RR'HHSSHHw!! —SHHH'EUu! ...hhHh-BPPPJSH!!" The itchy expulsions sprayed downwards, dislodging more mess.

The plant had stopped moving but wasn't being removed. Why wasn't it being removed? He sneezed again, snot dripping onto his lower lip. He couldn't think straight; the itch was too much — his head was beginning to pound from the weight behind his eyes, a sinus headache rearing its ugly head. He felt the little plant wiggle as he sneezed, as if vibrated by the walls of his nose with every wet protest. The more he sneezed, the more it moved around. The more it moved around, the more eruptions pushed through his throat and nasal passages, making him a mess of spray and mucus. The fit came to a merciful end, a long string of apparent mess hanging down before it dripped onto the floor. At the moment, he didn't seem to mind, face completely flushed. He sniffled miserably, damp lashes fluttering as he blearily looked back up at her. Despite the mess he'd made of himself, Ivy found herself enjoying the way his strong frame tensed and shuddered, musculature perfectly sculpted under his now damp suit.

Ivy grimaced, taking pity on him, quickly manipulating a large leaf to wipe his face.

"hha, hh—! hhHk'gssSHHhhw!" The leaf took the full force of it, mess shimmering on it in the aftermath.

"Your immune system is quite weak, Nightwing," she scanned his face curiously.

"Ugh... jusd..." He wheezed tiredly, posture drooping slightly. Multiple fits had taken it out of him, and his irritated lungs finally had enough, slowly swelling his airways.

His ears picked up the sound of a loud bang outside. There was some screaming, and then the handle moved as the door was kicked open.

"You've been had, Ivy." A low voice snapped. "Release him immediately."

Dick sniffled, lungs whistling out a soft cough. "Batmad...?"

Ivy's lips pulled into an angry line, emerald stare taking in the sight of their intruder. Dick felt a slight gust of air as Ivy moved close, suddenly feeling the push of her firm lips against his. She bit him gently, momentarily claiming him as her own.

"Don't worry, I'm still going to get it one way or another. Something to remember me by," she murmured. His head swam, her figure blurring as he squinted at her, panting softly. The vines relaxed slightly. She ran a thumb across his bottom lip, and then she was gone.

"Ivy!" Flash's voice was like a lightning crack, commanding and powerful. It made Dick's head hurt. His body sagged weakly, plants coming loose as he sank to his knees. Wally had sounded irate, skidding to a halt as his eyes fell on his boyfriend's shaking frame. He didn't hesitate, immediately prioritizing the hero over catching Ivy.

"Getting Nightwing to safety. I'll meet you there," he spoke too quickly into the comm line, already lowering himself to Dick's level.

"Hey, Wing," he murmured softly. His hand hovered over Dick's back, not wanting to startle him. Nightwing didn't move in response, shoulders trembling from overexertion. The young hero looked considerably worse for wear. To Wally's relief, he didn't have any apparent injuries or blood on his body — but he'd still been held by Ivy and undoubtedly suffered at her hands.

"Bluebird," he tried again, louder. "Status report."

Dick's head lifted a little, red eyes blinking up at the redhead.

Wally swallowed. Had he been crying?

"...hhh? hHg'KSShHH!"

"Oh, wing," he sympathized, taking the older man's hand. Upon further observance, Wally noticed his shiny upper lip, a light dusting of yellow on Dick's face. "Are you okay?"

Dick's hand tightened around his boyfriend's as he slowly turned away, sparing his boyfriend from a light mist.

"Bless you."

"Hn... Flash. Ivy..." His red eyes moved slowly, unfocused. Wally patiently ran a thumb over his boyfriend's knuckles, brows furrowed. "Kiss'd me..." He slurred, eyes shutting as if it was painful to keep them open.

Shit.

"I'm gonna need an antidote for her poison," Wally growled into the comm line. A beat, and then: "It's pretty bad. Probably already in his bloodstream. I'm not taking any chances. I'll move quick." After a count, he lifted Dick's body with ease, the young hero's head lolling tiredly against his shoulder.

"It's gonna be okay," Wally spoke quietly. He wasn't sure if Dick could hear him, and he pressed a kiss to his boyfriend's reddened nose. "Let's get you out of here."

#sneezefic #snzfic #snzblr #sneeze kink #allergy sneezes #snz blog #gotta edit this a little later

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warriors-rewritten-chaos · 2 months

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Warrior Cats Prefixes List- D

I had a WC Name Generator on Perchance that I made but I don't seem to have access anymore, so I'm remaking it here as just a simple list. The definitions used are the ones that Clan cats have for those things, and thus are the origins of the names. Definitions used are whatever I found when I googled it.

Dace-: "[noun] a small freshwater fish of the minnow family, typically living in running water"

Dahlia-: "[noun] a tuberous-rooted Mexican plant of the daisy family, which is cultivated for its brightly colored single or double flowers"

Daisy-: "[noun] a small grassland plant that has flowers with a yellow disk and white rays"

Daffodil-: "[noun] a bulbous plant that typically bears bright yellow flowers with a long trumpet-shaped center"

Damselfly-: "[noun] a slender insect related to the dragonflies, having weak flight and typically resting with the wings folded back along the body"

Dandelion-: "[noun] a widely distributed weed of the daisy family, with a rosette of leaves, bright yellow flowers followed by globular heads of seeds with downy tufts, and stems containing a milky latex"

Dapple-: "[noun] a patch or spot of color or light; [verb] mark with spots or rounded patches"

Dappled-: "[adj] marked with spots or rounded patches"

Dark-: "[noun] the absence of light in a place; [noun] a dark color or shade; [adj] with little or no light; [adj] (of a color or object) not reflecting much light; approaching black in shade"

Darner-: "[noun] a large slender-bodied dragonfly"

Dart-: "[noun] an act of running somewhere suddenly and rapidly; [verb] move or run somewhere suddenly or rapidly"

Dash-: "[noun] an act of running somewhere suddenly and hastily; [verb] run or travel somewhere in a great hurry"

Deep-: "[adj] extending far down from the top or surface"

Deer-: "[noun] a hoofed grazing or browsing animal, with branched bony antlers that are shed annually and typically borne only by the male"

Delta-: "[noun] a wetland that forms as rivers empty their water and sediment into another body of water, such as an ocean, lake, or another river"

Deluge-: "[noun] a severe flood"

Dew-: "[noun] tiny drops of water that form on cool surfaces at night"

Dewberry-: "[noun] a trailing European bramble with soft prickles and edible fruit which has a dewy white bloom on the skin"

Dill-: "[noun] an aromatic annual herb of the parsley family, with fine blue-green leaves and yellow flowers"

Dim-: "[adj] (of a light, color, or illuminated object) not shining brightly or clearly; [verb] make or become less bright or distinct"

Dipper-: "[noun] a short-tailed songbird related to the wrens, frequenting fast-flowing streams and able to swim, dive, and walk under water to feed"

Dive-: "[noun] a plunge head first into water; [noun] a steep descent by an aircraft or bird; [verb] plunge head first into water; [verb] (of an aircraft or bird) plunge steeply downward through the air"

Dock-: "[noun] a perennial plant that grows from taproots, related to sorrel"

Doe-: "[noun] a female deer"

Dog-: "[noun] domesticated carnivorous mammal that typically has a long snout, an acute sense of smell, nonretractable claws, and a barking, howling, or whining voice"

Dogwood-: "[noun] a shrub or small tree of north temperate regions, which yields hard timber and is grown for its decorative foliage, red stems, or colorful berries"

Dot-: "[noun] a small round mark or spot; [verb] mark with a small spot or spots"

Dotted-: "[adj] marked with or in the form of dots"

Dove-: "[noun] a stocky seed- or fruit-eating bird with a small head, short legs, and a cooing voice. Doves are generally smaller and more delicate than pigeons, but many kinds have been given both names"

Down-: "[noun] the layer of fine feathers found under the tougher exterior feathers of birds"

Downy-: "[adj] covered with fine soft hair or feathers"

Dragonfly-: "[noun] a fast-flying long-bodied predatory insect with two pairs of large transparent wings which are spread out sideways at rest"

Dream-: "[noun] a series of thoughts, images, and sensations occurring in a person's mind during sleep; [noun] a cherished aspiration, ambition, or ideal"

Dreaming-: "[verb] experience dreams during sleep; [verb] indulge in daydreams or fantasies about something greatly desired"

Drift-: "[noun] a continuous slow movement from one place to another; [verb] be carried slowly by a current of air or water; [verb] (especially of snow or leaves) be blown into heaps by the wind"

Drizzle-: "[noun] light rain falling in very fine drops; [verb] rain lightly"

Drought-: "[noun] a prolonged period of abnormally low rainfall, leading to a shortage of water"

Dry-: "[adj] free from moisture or liquid; not wet or moist"

Duck-: "[noun] a waterbird with a broad blunt bill, short legs, webbed feet, and a waddling gait"

Dune-: "[noun] a mound or ridge of sand or other loose sediment formed by the wind, especially on the sea coast or in a desert"

Dunlin-: "[noun] a migratory sandpiper with a down-curved bill and (in the breeding season) a reddish-brown back and black belly"

Dusk-: "[noun] the darker stage of twilight"

Dust-: "[noun] fine, dry powder consisting of tiny particles of earth or waste matter lying on the ground or on surfaces or carried in the air"

Dusty-: "[adj] covered with, full of, or resembling dust; [adj] (of a color) dull or muted"

#warrior cats #worldbuilding

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corvuschriisti · 7 months

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

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ARTEMIS. keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

#money talks ✩ ooc.

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reprisalet · 7 months

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

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ZEUS. thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains, order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

#⁺ . ✕ ◞ meme reblog ⋅#⁺ . ✕ ◞ headcanon ⋅

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higaneion · 7 months

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𝐎𝐋𝐘𝐌𝐏𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒

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APHRODITE. (4) laughter-loving, sweet smiles, dressed in silk and satin, flower in their hair, sees the world as a runway, unapologetically sexual, the sea washing their ankles, in love with love, stirrer of passion, cunning concealed by painted lips, secret daggers, doves, revolution in their kiss, delighting in the waves, flirtatious winks, strolling along the beach, staring wistfully from a balcony, this is how to be a heartbreaker, wants to be adored, gets turned on by danger.

APOLLO. (3) glitz and glamour, art galleries, turning the volume up, being made of gold, neatly-organized music sheets, notebooks filled with poetry, bathing in the sunlight, the powerful urge to create, collecting vinyl records, beautiful cover of wonderwall, playing multiple instruments, tasting like sunshine, healing touch, speaking in prophecies, smile mingled with wrath, shunning lies, sporting shades, hanging out at music festivals with their friends, sleeps naked, arrow to the heart, paint brushes, probably has a tinder account.

ARES. (5) armed for battle, wants to raise a dog with their significant other, soft spot for children, gives piggyback rides, scarred body, blood on their hands and face, willing to fight the world for the ones they love, fights against injustice, warm hugs, well-worn combat boots, boxing gloves, bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles, fist raised in protest, ignites revolutions, fear is a prison, more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think, exhausted, damaged goods, force to be reckoned with, red roses, curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS. (3) keen sense of a hunter, freckles like constellations on their skin, piercing eyes, disheveled braid, moonlight peeking through the shadows, the calm of the forest at night, lying on the grass and staring at the stars, mother doe and her fawn, protecting their kin, the moon shimmering on a still lake, quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree, running with wolves, bonding while circled around a campfire, not being much of a people person, arrow hitting a target, popping egos, patience on 3%, touches heaven and returns howling.

ATHENA. (7) discerning gaze, unreadable face, quiet museums, owl perched on their finger, armor that intimidates, eye for architecture, plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses, studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid, big fan of logic, loves brain teasers, ancient buildings, sweaters in neutrals and cool colors, hair done up, can kill you with their brain, heads to the library often to research, sharpened pencils, abs that can cut steel, stoic statues, pottery classes.

DEMETER. (2) soil-covered hands, smile that can bloom flowers, skin loved by the sun, being the mom-friend, can lift you and your friends, flowers kept in the pockets of overalls, takes pride in their beautiful garden, speaks to their plants, leaves rustling in the wind, stalks of wheat, picking fruit, greenhouses, heart as strong as a mountain, values simplicity, daisies dotted across a collarbone, curls crowned with flowers, folded pile of sweaters in warm hues, pulling out fresh-baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air.

DIONYSUS. (3) drunk shitposter, on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second, seductive smirks, untamed curls, rich fabrics on dark skin, sleek-furred panthers, theatre masks, stage productions, receiving a standing ovation, rose caught between their teeth, being the baby of the bunch, wild parties that last from sundown to sunup, creeping vines, inspiring loyalty, grand opera houses, masquerade balls, rolls of film, shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor, pouring champagne into flutes, lives for the applause.

HEPHAESTUS. (5) the calloused hands of someone who knows labor, sweaty brow, flame burning in their eyes, inventive mind, broad shoulders, steampunk goggles, nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes, ashes, striking a match, blueprints for future projects, fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades, wrestles with bitterness, work boots have seen better years, wrinkled plaid shirts, iron melted in blazing fire, huge jackets, crafting masterpieces, greased-stained overalls, fascination with robotics, pain is fuel, stack of weaponry, even their muscles have muscles.

HERA. (5) resting bitch face, dressed to the nines, cows grazing on a pasture, cool rain, loving and hating fiercely, hand clutching a string of pearls, large chandelier with glittering crystals, plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims, romance to realism, pictures of the sky while flying on a plane, files that under fuck it, downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix, like their selfie or you’re grounded, knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man, dark eyes that penetrate your soul, marble and gold.

HERMES. (3) devil-may-care smile, always up-to-date on the latest technology, will steal your french fries, does it for the vine, shitposter, puts googly eyes on everything, meme hoarder, long drives on the highway, ma and pop diners, spontaneous road space trips, folded maps, fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop, shooting hoops on the basketball court, chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations, goes jogging in the morning, mixes redbull with coffee, menace on april fool’s, hoodies and sneakers.

POSEIDON. (4) storm with skin, colorful coral reefs, waves crashing against the shore, stroking the soft fur of a cat , their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop, tousled locks, clothes smeared with paint, owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more, leather jackets, fondness for diy projects, handwriting that flows across the page, nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin, velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams, mood as ever-changing as the sea, the roar of a motorcycle, compass with a spinning arrow.

ZEUS. (9) thunder in their heart, running on coffee, flash of lightning, natural charisma, eloquence, badass in a nice suit, aficionado of history, force of nature, lenny face, nightmare-filled nights, proud arm around their lover’s waist, high-rise buildings, planes soaring through a cloudless sky, technician on the piano, maintains order, strong handshake, juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease, expensive watch.

#headcanons #(( sorry to revive this but i just couldn't get myself to do any more drafts today so fun dash game ))

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