#Dandelions and Daises

[allura-raine]

#yellow aesthetic #orange aesthetic #yellow flowers #sunflowers #orange flowers #flower aesthetic #summer aesthetic #summer vibes #flowercore #glitter aesthetic #glittercore #sparkle aesthetic #sparklecore #cottagecore aesthetic #cottagecore #allura's aesthetics #yellow moodboard #orange moodboard #dandelions #daises

[owlf45]

Which one is the favourite child? (Fav fic that u wrote)

i have 37 children (across my accounts) and you want me to pick one??

#fourteen masks. instincts of a hollow chest. candor? imaginary kind of. starkly marked. ball throw. indefinite. crown of ink. two daises. #dandelion. idk???? #i cant believe you want me to pick one #theyre all special to me in different ways #they all serve a different purpose #i dont know if i have a favorite because i worked my ass off on all of them. and they all address themes in a unique way. #idk some of my works are pretty similar but generally speaking they all have a unique take in them which makes it hard for comparison for m

[giadiamond]

#edit #dandelion #girls #daises #1966 #films #edits #Spotify

[hyunfilms]

blue side of the sky (lmh) | 19.5 [cloudy days] y/n

♡ spotify playlist | series masterlist

—19.5 [CLOUDY DAYS] y/n's thoughts

—WORD COUNT: 0.7k

—ON ROTATION: broke me down - janine

You tuck your knees to your chest, sniffing as you finally calm down from all the crying you did earlier. Your chest was still in pain, head feeling foggy and clouded. Being in Uncle Adrian's presence after Minho left was everything you needed, but at the same time, painful. Sad. Heartbreaking. Because you are mourning everything about Minho, and you are mourning something— the person, the life— you thought you knew. Rose tinted glasses stripped from your view of the world, only causing more storms, more cloudy days to tumble in and fill your field of vision.

You let out a sigh as your eyes land on the blank canvas currently sitting on the easel near the corner of your room. You don't really know what you want to paint, but your feet are taking you to the seat before you could even object. You gather your paint and set aside a few that you need, getting your brush ready as you test out a single stroke— a baby blue streak now taking its place on the canvas. You imagine grass dotted with tiny daises and dandelions, trees almost bare as the seasons change and it sheds its old leaves. A cold, cloudy day. An open notebook lies next to you, a few missing pages ripped from the seam. As you sit and stare ahead, you aren't really sure what you're looking at. All you see is the sky stretching beyond what you can imagine, hills never-ending; much as life, as you never know how far the hills stretch, how long the rollercoaster lasts. But through it all, the sky still turns blue in the far distance.

You miss how things used to be.

You wish you remembered.

How you wish you could press rewind and do things differently; turn back the hands of time and play a different outcome.

How you wish you could go back to how things used to be— even if that meant going back to the days when you and Minho weren't okay, going back to the days when you argued, cried, fought. At least you wouldn't be guessing your way through life like you are now, going through an open notebook trying to determine what the missing pages were without any clues.

So, you paint just that. That exact image. Letting your thoughts come to life, allowing your hand to freely move on its own. Breathing life into the canvas, into your own story. You move your brush in a still, steady movement— hoping that with every stroke, the pain will subside and bleed into the paint instead. Because one day, you hope the painting can capture all of your feelings properly. The sadness, the hurt, the frustration. Because one day, you hope to look back at it and be able to remember how these days contributed to your healing, your growth. Because one day, you hope to look back and see how far you've come despite the vast amount of hills, the never-ending rollercoasters.

But one day, you also hope to look back and find this painting to serve as a reminder on your tough days. That, although, things weren't entirely clear or perfect, it would only get better from here. That blue skies will come to you once again, just like they do in the painting.

No matter the distance, it'd be there. 

Ready to engulf you in its brightness, its warmth.

And maybe, underneath those blue skies, you won't be sitting alone next to a ripped notebook. Underneath those blue skies, the grass will be a bit greener, the trees will have its leaves as it stands on its strong roots. Underneath those blue skies, you'd find a complete notebook after rearranging the pieces of yourself. 

Underneath those blue skies, you'll be with Chan, Seungmin, Jisung, Minho.

Underneath those blue skies, you'll look at Minho and find the blue skies, the stars, moon, galaxies all within those beautiful, brown orbs.

And it'll feel peaceful. 

It'll feel bright. 

It'll feel warm.

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#lee know series #lee know fanfiction #kpop fanfiction #stray kids fanfiction #lee know x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #kpop imagines #stray kids imagines #hyunfilms: blue side of the sky

[the-s1lly-corner]

Fluff Headcannons for Jason Voorhees

because it just so happens to be a 13th on a friday- to clear things up before i get started, im unfortunately not taking requests for slashers TToTT at least not yet, i might if my rot comes back though side note jason was such a comfort character last year i kinda miss him but im not quite ready to part with my current hyperfixiation heres to hoping writing this doesnt end that rot short

torn between giving him a soft n sweet partner and a partner whos tough and independent (but still loving, of course); because i can truly see him being interested in both. perhaps a caring s/o who can take the initiative is what would work for him. maybe thats because i read so many fics/hcs where jason in a domestic setting is like. trying to be a soft stereotypical house husband though

which he totally would be imo, like sure he's not perfect but you can tell his intentions when hes insisting to clean up the cabin for you

if this is before zombie jason he is so so so fucking warm, best cuddle buddy; post zombie hes cold, though :(

speaking of cuddling hes a cuddle bug, and generally craves loads of physical and verbal affection. now will he outwardly ask? not in the beginning i think, far too shy about it and he doesnt know the best way to ask thanks to his inexperience

"oooooh what if you hold his face and give it kisses" i think, but in the beginning i dont think he would even let you anywhere near his face; and if you're short enough, no where near his head. if this is something you want to do youre going to have to be slow, steady, and reassuring with him. its likely you wont even see his face for years after the relationship is begun unless an accident happens and his mask slips and/or breaks

only knows how to make basic bare bones meals but if you were to teach him and have a means to getting ingredients he's going to be soaking up that information and hes going to be like an eager puppy when you offer to teach him

cooking with your partner and enjoying each others presence >>>>

now lets spoil this man for a minute, since its kinda his day. he keeps a hold on literally every single gift you give him. if its something he can wear he wears it like a badge of honor. if its an object he will make sure its in tip top condition while also being used so its not forgotten.

this may be a little self projection though, but i think he would also be wary of gifts too; not because he doesnt appreciate them. he does. just too much, scared that he's going to lose or break the gift

please give him reassurance that you don't mind otherwise hes going to silently brew over it while holding something as basic as a flower you handed him

flowers

get this man flowers

i always read about jason giving the reader flowers, which i 100% he would do, but can we spoil this man too! i think he would like daises and sunflowers

but maybe thats because when i think those flowers i think nature idk

give this man a dandelion RIGHT NOW!!! let him experience the childhood that was stolen from him

this was originally gonna be longer but its like 8am and i need to do things this morning and im too stubborn to save drafts/i know ill forget to finish this but happy friday the 13th

#slasher x you #slasher x reader #jason voorhees x you #jason voorhees x reader #jason voorhees imagine #slasher imagine

[mins-fins]

dandelions — lee seunghwan

seunghwan has a little crush on a well-known florist, heo y/n.

tags :: lee seunghwan x m!reader , reader is a florist , seunghwan is kinda obsessed , he's also a "master" at love confessions , many flowers are mentioned , reader is a moon flower and seunghwan is a dandelion , fluffy fluff fluff

lee seunghwan made a pit stop at the local flower shop almost every day after school.

his reason was quite the interesting one, you would think it's because of pretty flowers, or buying gifts, or simply because he enjoyed the air of the shop, but no, none of those were the reasons he could almost always be seen there.

it was because of the pretty boy.

now, seunghwan did have an interest in flowers, but the biggest reason he was there everyday was because heo y/n would always be standing there at the counter, decorating flowers with the most delicate of care, as if he was scared of hurting them.

seunghwan couldn't get over how pretty he was. how could someone look so good while just doing their job? he could never get an answer to that question. he swore he got prettier everyday, not that he looked different, but every other day when seunghwan walked into the store, he would notice another pretty feature on his face, and would fixate on it the whole time.

y/n seemed oblivious to how seunghwan was clearly in love with him, or maybe he was just annoyed, or maybe he just thought seunghwan's constant love confessions were some kind of joke.

but besides that, seunghwan wasn't gonna give up, because he wanted the male to know the exact feelings he was harboring towards him.

"seunghwan, your back" the heo looks up and smiles when he sees seunghwan walk in again. he places a bouquet of peonies into the glass vase beside him, leaning against the counter as he looks over at seunghwan.

"yep! back again!" seunghwan smiles, and y/n simply laughs.

"as always, how was your day?" he asks, blinking as his main focus is now on seunghwan. seunghwan swore he could stare at y/n forever, the way he leaned onto his hand and waited patiently with seunghwan's answer made him want to jump off a bridge.

in a good way, of course.

"my day was.. fine, but it's even better now that i get to see you" seunghwan says, smiling as he wiggles his eyebrows, beginning his usual flirting.

y/n chuckles, already used to it. "ah, i'm that special i see?" he replies, shamelessly flirting back, despite how he might've not been able to come off that way. "how sweet of you".

his fingers almost strategically move against the flowers before him, like a skill. seunghwan blinks, wondering how it would feel to hold his hand, just for a moment, not for too long, is it creepy to think such things? especially about the boy whose right in front of him.

seunghwan is way too focused on his hands to realize that y/n is staring at him like he's weird.

"earth to lee seunghwan".

"huh? what—?" seunghwan snaps out of his daze and looks y/n in the eyes, and the other snickers at how surprised he is.

"why are you staring at me like that? am i that pretty?" he asks jokingly, placing a bouquet of daises in the opposite facing vase.

"uh, yeah, you are" seunghwan has no choice but to answer the question honestly, since he knows y/n won't budge, used to such words from him already.

though seunghwan swears he can see a faint hue of red spread across his face.

"you and your.. dumb compliments lee seunghwan" he stumbles over a certain word, but replaces it with dumb right away. seunghwan finds the change strange.

he'll figure it out, he will.

y/n finds seunghwan cute.

he's like a little kid who has a crush on their friends older sibling, always going to their friends house just to see their cute older sibling. y/n finds his love confessions amusing, though flattering. his heart unconsciously flutters whenever seunghwan calls him pretty.

he enjoys seunghwan's everyday visits, it's basically become apart of his routine. he'll stand at the counter, just doing his job, and at the end of the day right before it hits 3 pm, seunghwan strolls his to give y/n another plethora of compliments.

today was no different.

seunghwan walks in much more giggly than most days, like something amazing happened before that he wants to ramble about to y/n, as he usually does. "have good news, seunghwan?"

"oh, oh definitely good news!" he cheers, jumping up and down like a little kid. y/n smiles at how energetic he is. he almost can't contain himself, holding onto y/n's arm for balance.

"and what is this good news?" he asks, noticing how seunghwan is clutching onto his arm so tightly, as if he was gonna disappear into thin air.

"i got into the dance team! ah! this is so exciting!" seunghwan still doesn't let go of y/n's arm as he jumps up and down, almost making him lurch over the counter, like he was trying to pull him over it.

"that's nice seunghwan, you told me you wanted to constantly become apart of that team".

y/n feels seunghwan pulls his arm again, making him grunt. "okay okay, calm down seunghwan, i'm about to get pulled over the counter".

"oh" seunghwan isn't sure why he goes red, but he does, he lets go of y/n's arm in embarrassment and nervously chuckles. "sorry".

there's a moment of awkward silence before seunghwan breaks it.

"y/n i have a question" he perks up, y/n hums as he arranges a bouquet of tulips for an order he received a few hours earlier.

"yeah, hit me" he replies, so focused on the flowers that he wasn't even ready to process seunghwan's question.

"how long would it take for you to consider going out with me?"

y/n blinks, his brain failing to process the words in a way that makes sense. "what?"

"you clearly wouldn't accept a love confession now, so when would you prefer for me to ask you out?" seunghwan reiterates, no stutter in his words whatsoever.

y/n short circuits for a moment, as if he's a phone malfunctioning. he blinks, stumbles over words he was gonna say, and feels his face go bright red, he's sure it's burning up right now.

"i— uh.. tomorrow— i guess?"

was that the right answer? y/n can't tell, because seunghwan seems to pause and think for a moment, before smiling brightly once again, dimples on full display.

"tomorrow it is!"

"wait— you're serious—"

"i will go out with you heo y/n!" he yells in victory, sticking his fist up in the air as he bolts out of the door, feeling so victorious that y/n can hear him yelling down the street.

he just stands there, confused.

did he just get a date with lee seunghwan without having to do anything?

life really is a mystery.

AUTHORS NOTE — seunghwan MY MAN!!! he is literally a dandelion like i can see it???? you just have to trust me on this okay 🤗?????

#lee seunghwan #seunghwan #boys planet #1the9 #boys planet drabbles #male reader #mlm #fluff #𑁍 ࣪˖ 𓂃 isa's works!

[hangryyeena]

"It wouldn't happen today or tomorrow, but one day, he would fully recover. The challenges and struggles would always be with him for life, but as long he had the support, he could overcome those struggles.

The darkness that hung over him for so long... He finally found the strength, the light, to break through that darkness."

---

my piece for my Ryoma Discord server's weekly theme: happiness 🌻

flower meanings under the cut!

yellow daises: friendship, happiness/joy, well wishes

yellow orchids: also friendship and joy, as well as new beginnings

blue irises: faith and hope

dandelion: growth, hope, and healing/overcoming hardship

#danganronpa #danganronpa v3 #ryoma hoshi #hoshi ryoma #my art

[navysealt4t]

"a poem i wrote and never posted: olive drab"

fruit dangles from the tree on nimble branches it sways, sways, it falls rolls away from it’s roots hills of dew-covered grass stand tall carrying the plant away grass, dirt, water cherishes the fruit for if no bite has been taken from its skin for if no worm has found a home in its body for if it is not on a mission, occupied by a task the fruit is still loved by the earth and this fruit is fresh tartness in the juice, no give in the skin however, but, but, but no hands are coming down from the sky to rip apart the flesh to devour the insides with it’s power in spite of the hurt seemingly fated by the sky cool wind from the north takes it’s place it cradles, loves, comforts, understands the fruit can’t help but long for the splitting of its ribs, teeth on its skin, bruises on its flesh for is there a world outside of consumption? hands and flesh and spilling blood lessons that were engraved from the tree roots stick to the fruits skin with scars, bruises, blemishes but no hands come to harm despite the expectations, tenseness, worry the tickle of the grass loves with gentleness the dew sticks with comforts of mornings to come the sun shines with the glory and honor of saying YOU ARE ALIVE the apple — pear, peach, cherry, plum, avocado— thrives never will it need returning to the tree it bumbles through fields of moss orchards of daises and tulips and dandelions for no roots may bind her ever again and cherished he will be until the end and when composition begins  when the fruit returns to the hills it first found peace love will swarm its flesh and all it will remember is the smell of dew on the morning grass

#blue’s writing #poetry #poem #this was a gift wic to someone who's request was 'find a random color generateor and write a poem based ont he first color that pops up' #and olive drab just... fit this vibe #all the fruit and forest and finding love after abuse symbolism :3

[lucero-is-here]

Sails over on a boat

Hey. We have Harriet Patrick here.

Requested by:

Let’s do it.

- she likes her cow a lot- Daisy. Daisy is basically her best friend. She likes Daisy the cow a lot.

- she likes daises, dandelions, sunflowers and buttercups. She thinks they are so beautiful, and tried planting them before. She thinks they are absolutely amazing.

- asexual and bisexual. I forgot what that thing was called. Asexual biromantic.

- She can play a bit of chess. Yes she isn’t that good or anything…But she knows how to move each piece.

- She has a good relationship with her dad! Her mom is gone. So she is really close with her dad.

- (angst) she was horrified when she got murdered. She was awake when he stabbed her. She was screaming and begging for help. She was terrified. She didn’t want to die.

- (angst again) When she was about to die, she got really worried for Daisy. She really loved Daisy, and she didn’t like the idea of Daisy being alone. She died with guilt that she had left Daisy alone in the world.

- animals are her best friend. She likes animals a lot. She likes dogs, cows, ducks…She likes farm animals. She likes them a lot.

- (angst) she had friends back in Ireland. People she promised she’d go back to. Bring gifts….tell stories….And she died after only two weeks in Concordia

- her favourite story growing up was Hansel and Gretal for some reason. (Dunno if it already existed in that time)

- she wears boots. And she looks good in them.

- she was so so excited when she met Maddie- she was so excited to know someone else who was Irish- and seeing how Maddie looked gave her hope that she could have a good life in Concordia.

- when Aidan roughed her up…SHE PUT UP A DARN GOOD FIGHT AGAINST HIM- SHE WASN’T GOING DOWN AGAINST THIS PERSON WITHOUT A FIGHT- oh…But she lost.

- Yeah when she was getting murdered she also tried putting a fight against him…she fought for a while, but she lost again.

- she wanted to be…An architect. Yes. She wanted to become rich, be an architect, and design nice houses for people to love comfortably in. She just seemed like that kind of person.

- A LOT OF STRENGTH. She can pick up an entire cabinet and carry it around with no issue. Give her three chairs to carry? Also no issue. She’s just- strong.

- she tried learning to paint once, and it didn’t go that well. But it looked pretty at least.

- she sings in the shower- and she sings really well at the most random moments. But she can’t sing well when people ask her too. She gets scared.

- back in Ireland, she had a pet border collie. It would curl up at her feet every night she went to sleep and it was the cutest thing you would ever see-

- she likes potatoes.

Yeah that’s all I can think of- sorry I haven’t been posting as much lately and that I’m taking a much longer time to respond to headcanons- if I think of more somehow a part 2 will be posted!

#criminal case #headcanons #Harriet Patrick #a bit tired but sure 😭👍🏼

[miracles-and-butterflies]

Mirabel: I’m glad we’re spending this time together, Isa. I promise I’m just as fun as Camilo.

Isabela: *puts flower in the basket*

Mirabel, hesitantly: That’s not a daisy.

Isabela: What?

Mirabel: You put a dandelion in the daisy basket.

Isabela: So?

Mirabel: Isa, we’re making a daisy chain, not a dandelion chain. Why would you bother call it a daisy chain if you’re just going to…

Mirabel, crying: Oh God. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to get upset but the pressure… just got to me.

Mirabel, hyperventilating: And then my perfectly organised daises were ruined. It’s completely unorganised now. All this disorder and chaos… Oh, this a nightmare!

#encanto #incorrect encanto quotes #mirabel madrigal #isabela madrigal #camilo madrigal

[mooodyblue]

I came as fast as I could!!!

Hmmm headcanons of little Austin playing in the garden?

wahhh lil aus my sweet boy ... these r short but

- i feel like he's one to not like getting his hands dirty but also he loves to get his hands dirty at the same time

- if you garden, he wants to help! he wants to pull weeds!!!

- of course big aus knows all the flowers and plants and everything you're growing but when he's little he's like "what's this?" "what's this one called?"

- also proudly calls out the colors of every flower he sees

- picks out daises or dandelions and gives them to you as gifts <3

- he doesn't like mud......it grosses him out and he doesn't like how it feels....but he'll help you if it's dry dirt...i think

- tbh. he loves helping you but he also just loves running around or just touching the tall grass and smelling the flowers

- camera roll is filled with photos of him with flowers tbh

#little!aus

[foxstonejewelry]

Available here. 💕

• Asymmetric sun & moon with moonstone & sunstone • Bee & strawberry studs • Bees with daises & citrine • Chanterelle studs (wood) Sold! • Cherry blossom studs with rose quartz Sold! • Cherry studs • Dandelions with rutilated quartz • Flowers with rose quartz • Frogs with moss agate • Heart studs with daises & swallowtail wings (acrylic) • Ladybug studs (acrylic) • Lemons • Moon & moth studs • Orange studs (acrylic) • Pears with fluorite • Poppy & mountain with morganite

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#handmade jewelry #earrings #shop small #stud earrings #witchy #mine #fox stone #group #videos

[fourdancingmoths]

4, 7, 10, 12!

OMG HELLO ZEC ZECORI <33 Only person ever

4 (what flower would you like to be given?) I'm such a slut for daises and dandelions! Really any flower would make me smile tho

7 (what color brings you peace?) Soft warm colors all the way, I love pale yellows and oranges

10 (whats something you're excited for?) Hmmm, pretty excited for spring

12 (how are you?) I'm pretty ok! How bout you? :]

#asks #moth mutuals <33

[stellllie]

A Short & Sweet Surprise ♡

I’m currently sitting at my desk & missing Sora so bad, so I wrote this short & sweet vent fic to help me get through the day. 🥺💛

This idea actually came from my friend… I was telling her this morning how much I missed my darling and she said: “sora visits ur office to bring you flowers fic when”

NOW. THE ANSWER IS NOW.

Sora Harukawau x Fem! Reader

You looked up from your desktop when a flash of bright-yellow caught your eyes. Near the bottom of the high, glass window of your office door, you spotted a blonde ahoge and your heart dropped to the bottom of your rib cage.

Quickly, you dashed to the door, opened it up, and grabbed the young magician by the wrist, pulling him into your office with well practiced speed… you prayed to your lucky star that no one caught you this time.. you sighed and looked down at your boyfriend, Sora Harukawa, and let out an exasperated sigh at the mischievous look gleaming in his sapphire eyes.

“Sora…. I told you, five times already… you can’t be here… what if someone sees you?” You scowled just a bit at the shorter male, but your gaze soon softened when he leaned up, on his tip toes just a bit, to press a playful kiss to your lips.

“Haha ~!! Sora is sorry, Producer… but Sora wanted to see you.. and Sora also brought you this!!” Out from behind his back, Sora presented you with a vase full of pink daises and fluffy, yellow dandelions.

“Huhu~!! Shisho helped Sora grow the daises, and Sora picked the dandelions all on his own !! Sora used just a bit of magic.. so that way they won’t wilt!! Producer works so hard.. so Sora wanted to give her a bit of happy magic!! Hahuhiheho !! ⭐️”

“Sora…” Without anymore words, you took the vase from his hands, and sat it on your desk, before your arms were swiftly around him in a loving embrace. The younger male nuzzled into your chest, absolutely beaming, he knew he had made you happy, and nothing brought him more joy than that.

A while later, you obscured your office window and locked the door before placing a sticky note on the outside that simply read:

“Taking an important conference call. Do not disturb.”

Little did any of your co-workers know that the note was written in your beloved magician’s hand writing.

For the next hour, you worked with Sora Harukawa sitting in your lap, his head resting against your chest, behaving so well for you, while you finished up your expense report.

Sora didn’t mind behaving, just this once, if it meant he could bask in the soft glow of your blissful ‘color’, while getting to have you all to himself for a couple hours during your busy work day. 💛

#ensemble stars #sora harukawa #enstars x reader #sora harukawa x reader #esworks #ensemble stars x reader

[senatushq]

NAME. Lia AGE & BIRTH DATE. 3,500+ & April 22nd, BCE GENDER & PRONOUNS. Female & She/Her SPECIES. High Elf COURT. Dawn OCCUPATION. Pastry Chef at Canal Cakes FACE CLAIM. Lauren German

biography

Sunshine had shone its light around the Eladrin baby who came into the Otherworld, the change of the season between winter and summer brought an seasonal breeze to press a kiss against the babes cheek, flower petals drifted on the winds current to find rest in the nestle of the groove of trees that were beginning to shake the thin death of winter off. A summer noble and his spring warder welcomed their noble spring daughter into the space between worlds and as she grew, she cared for the flowers that burst through the earth and the critters that came from the trees, animals with soft fur and twelve eyes, generous affections and intelligent minds as they roamed the spring court.

Her brother Logon came next and the summer court swept him away on a seafoam wave, but they did not lose their connection. Their family was intertwined with love between the seasons and their fathers were warriors, ones who listened to Titania’s call and came before the current generation of spring non-soldiers. Logon would be left in her care and she would conjure daises and dandelions to sprout from the ground so he could make wishes and create flower crowns.

They grew together and so did the stories that they would hear of a world beyond theirs, Lia was happy and comfortable in the spring court but with comfortability came restlessness and the desire to know and see more than the depths of her own experiences. She wasn’t settled yet and so she ventured into the portals to the mortal realm and at times, she would bring her brother with her and they would witness the development of humanity, interceding when they could and each visit, her heart beat with excitement and a calling began to settle on her bones.

It was on a visit by her own when she experienced love at first sight, she didn’t predict that she would hand her heart to a mortal man but when his arms circled her, she felt at home. It was here by his side that she felt the serenity of peace. She didn’t intend to lose her family in the Otherworld, Logon had always held her secrets and stories and so it was with secrecy that she first introduced her younger brother to her mortal boyfriend but as time passed and bonds grew, she stopped wishing to hide the family that she built and the proud love that she had found.

She had grown with the stories of how the humans had pushed them from the realm but when his eyes met hers, all fell silent and she only saw love. They weren’t expecting the baby that blossomed inside of her but when the queen had found out, she had exiled Lia and Lia had gone with her head held high, refusing to feel shame for her family and the light she had in her life. Time didn’t exist for the same way for her and her husband and love made it so easy to forget that, time stole him and although it broke her heart to lose her partner, he had been her life and she was grateful for the time he gave her.

Time trickled through the hourglass and her younger brother was enchained by witches but she was too consumed with her family to come for him, a wrongdoing that will haunt her until they finally meet the grave. She pleaded with him to not retreat to his underwater kingdom but he needed a sanctuary of his own and so he went. She visited him when she could and she brought her halfblooded descendants who had the gift of water. Time took her children and her family tree continued on until she was a great grandmother, the story of their heritage not lost on her descendants. She occupied her time by baking delicate pastries before the sun had risen for the bakery by the Canal but after so long, she misses the fey realm and wishes she could help her people in their time of need.

personality

+ enthusiastic, maternal, romantic – lonely, flighty, indulgent

played by amy. pst . she/her.

#takenc #takenf #the lover #takenhighelf

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💐 A small collection of sunflowers , dandelions , and gerbera daises neatly tied with a white ribbon . A 'thank you' for the lilies that have survived the winter storm , and a little something extra for the occasion .

VALENTINES DAY STARTERS // @hxzelwallflower

How sweet! Butch was all too used to the traditional way in which things were in his time, where the man was supposed to provide the woman with flowers. It was a nice change of pace to have that worn out expectation flipped on its head, not to mention… he’s pretty darn flattered. Butch had never received flowers from anyone before—well, except from Eileen herself sometime in the past when she had threaded some in his hair.

The cowboy gratefully accepts the bouquet with both hands and gives it a curious sniff, a bright smile taking up his face. His cheeks are noticeably pink.

“Aw, shucks… ya didn’t have t’ go through th’ trouble fer lil’ ol’ me…~” His blue eyes gaze flickers off to the side; he’s genuinely touched by the gesture. “All this sweetness an’ yer gonna gimme a cavity, heh.”

#hxzelwallflower #❤️ starters #(SO CUTE 😭 Eileen is too kind!! ) #(subverting gender roles LETS GOOOO)