#also this is for that one person with the white clover flower ask

[betweenblackberrybranches]

Y/N being cute making white clover crowns and rings for Sun and themselve

Sun is so smitten

#daycare attendant x y/n #sundrop #fnaf sun #daycare attendant x reader #automaton au #my art #i just wanna do fluff rn #also this is for that one person with the white clover flower ask #fun fact this is how i got my girlfriend: ate all the food at our date picknick made a flower crown for her and then fell aslp on her lap #so flower crowns as a way of flirting is fully approved by me #i also ate half her food and she still liked me so #anyways i think y/n is developing a deep fondness for sun and moon at this point

[accidentalshifter]

hihi! It’s always great to see another adult shifter in the shifting community! 🫶🫶

Could you talk about your Royal Academy DR? What are your classes? Do you live in a dorm-like situation? Did you have uniforms?

I’m a sucker for fantasy DRs and futuristic DRs; have you shifted to a futuristic or fantasy dr? If so, what were some of your favorite places in those DRs?

*Happy, cheerful noises*

It gives me ✨️ super happy glimmers ✨️ to see more adult shifters interacting with my blog and also adding onto the conversation! Even if they're cringe-pinions, lol. I'm really grateful and touched that you took the time to check out this little sanctuary of mine and ask me about my DRs~

Lemme give you a breakdown of my Royal Academy DR. It's still in the process of being created/scripted/energetically-fed right now as a lot of my focus (lately) has been on my 🚩 all red flags vampire DR 🚩. And also a little bit on my Futuristic Space DR which is also in the same level of actualization as the Royal Academy DR. Annnd I'll even add in my favorite places even though I feel like I'm rambling too much, haha!

🌸 Royal Academy DR 🌸

▪︎ This DR is part of my seasonally-based DRs and embodies the spirit and feelings of a blooming spring. Part of the fun and novelty of my seasonal DRs is that I only visit this space when the corresponding season arrives in my CR. It keeps things fresh and exciting for me. But also, I'm very emotionally bound to the change of the seasons as a part of who I am...so my shifting reflects this.

▪︎ Every DR I make is rooted in something I want to explore about myself and my soul. My 🌸 Royal Academy 🌸 will be rooted in exploring my romantic and sexual identity as a person; something that's been denied to me for YEARS being locked in survival mode. As such, Royal Academy will be a heady, romantic whirlwind steeped deeply in Ouran Host Club & Utena Revolutionary Girl and Winx Club (the original cartoon) vibes.

▪︎ My Royal Academy is aged up. It's more like a college than a high school and offers courses in the magic of Love. Technically, all the students at my Royal Academy are training to be cupids, gods, goddesses, or spirit sages of romance, love, friendship, (this includes strictly platonic friendships as I think love shouldn't be stripped to strictly sexual or romantic connections) and devotion. Some students are children of deities while others are demi-gods or witches or supernatural beings or even just plain normal people who showed great potential.

▪︎ While unnamed still, the aesthetic of my Royal Academy is a huge gold, white, and crystal palace city floating on a series of islands in the sky. It is always spring here. Flowers are eternally in bloom. It is May 1st forever at the Royal Academy. There's also infinite fields of clover, crystal clear lakes, mystic water falls, rainbow bridges, and secret areas only accessible by flying on wings (one of the first lessons you learn in 1st Year of my Royal Academy is using the power of your heart to fly) or airship or if you have a unicorn or pegasus or rainbow bridge handy. The dorm rooms are housed according to which year of study you're in. But some students have private abodes because their family paid off the Academy to give them special accommodations. 🤣

▪︎ Uniforms are strictly enforced except for holidays (where traditional or celebratory garb is permitted according to a student's cultural beliefs) spirit week, & graduation week for 5th years who have mastered the arts of Love & are now ready to tackle the multiverse with a firm grasp of their heart. Some students never make it to fifth year, though, as the coursework is...intense. But 5th year is not required to achieve success in my Royal Academy. All students signed up in classes can stay & study for however long they want, & learn at their own pace. Accommodations are given to any student here that needs it.

▪︎ Getting back to uniforms, students ARE encouraged to use their heart to decorate and customize it to fit their aesthetic. This Academy cherishes art, beauty, passion, & creativity. As long as you are wearing your Uniform and I.D. badge, the rules are very malleable.

▪︎ I haven't officially enrolled and explored in this DR (yet) but I plan to shift next year around this time and begin my adventure there. For now, the DR is incubating in my creative subconscious. But I'm really very excited to go there and learn!

🌌 Galactic Federation DR 🌌

▪︎ Another DR that's still being churned in my mind. This place will serve as a sort of hub world for all my other DRs. What do I mean by "hub world"? Well, it'll be a place where people and entities I meet in all my other DRs can come to & kick back, have a drink at the space bar, and enjoy games in the holodeck. Basically like Star Trek only there's no sense of impending danger like there is in my 🚩 🚩 red flags only vampire DR 🚩🚩 and the challenges I face inside the summer, winter, and autumn worlds. Especially fucking winter. Shit. That place is like, "Heyyyyy buddy. Do you wanna get really chill with all the shadow work you've been putting off??? You're about to get so chill about it right now." But back to the point, I feel like having low-stakes Hub to kick back and savor little moments & side quests with the DR people I love (instead of always being in advance-the-scenarios mode) allows me to get to know my s/o's and friends in DRs better and relieves the stress I experience when there's higher stakes involved.

▪︎ All my DRs are actually bound to rings that I wear around my neck in my CR. The space DR is bound to an epoxy ring that holds a piece of iron meteorite inside of it so that I always have a bit of space on me. No matter where I'm at. DR or CR. Pretty sure my Galactic Federation DR is gonna look a lot like the donut-shaped space station in Deep Space 9 in Star Trek but I'm not certain yet. While my space station can technically move around the Universe, I think I'll probably keep it docked where it is for awhile before moving it to any sort of other sector of the galaxy/ies.

Other, futuristic places that I've gone to...

▪︎ I had a very intense experience in my winter-themed DR where I time traveled to a future version of myself in order to look at & confront my own generational trauma cycles and do battle with the "demon" that presides over them in order to release my energy from the control they have over me in my CR and cement that I am the God of my reality. While some out there can just affirm that easily (then go on their way) I decided to crack open the hood of my inner darkness and manually tinker with each and every piece that created it last winter. Because I needed to see it up close to really understand it and let it go.

▪︎ In that future self, I was drinking at an ocean-themed neon nightclub in a futuristic world made completely out of plastic and enjoying all the weird, colorful cocktails at the bar. The place was called Club O. It looked like a giant blue glass tower shaped like a 〰️ that speared a pirate's ship being consumed by a coral pink octopus 🐙 kraken. The tentacles the kraken had moved on their own, and the suckers were made of LED lights that lit up the entire establishment. The tentacles also held huge glass bubbles 🫧 that were different parts of Club O that you could access with a keycard...given that you had the permissions to. Those were more private parts of the club while the main stage was housed in the pirate ship. If any of you shifters ever get to go there, I recommend you try the Monterran Sunset and the Neptune's Swill. Both drinks are a favorite of mine. ❤️

🌈 Favorite Places! 🌈

▪︎ Yunan Sect: It's a place inside my Summer-themed DR (Called Seven Blessings Mountain) where I am being trained by Taoist Sages to learn how to use energy, meditation practices, and harmonizing with nature to unlock my inner immortality. Also a lot of martial combat. It has some crossover themes with Royal Academy but this place served, originally, as a space to talk to my spirit's inner guides and ascended masters. Which happen to be Taoist in philosophy and nature. Yunan Sect is a training community housed in the thick bamboo jungles of a mountain with a lake on top of it and hidden within mist and clouds. The buildings are built on platforms on top of the water and lotuses are always in bloom there. At night, you can see so many stars just...so clearly. Also there are dragons & sacred beasts roaming around. Currently I am training with my Big Dipper Demon Be Gone Fuck Off jade sword to defeat a bad spirit who lives on the mountain as my 1st test of strength. Also one of the students there doesn't like me because he thinks my sword strokes are unrefined and I sing while I meditate instead of being perfectly still like him. 🙄

Edelnatch: Ever seen the movie Halloween Town? Or the show Over The Garden Wall? Imagine you smashed those two shows together and added in a lot of pumpkin spice and spookiness. This is the town of Edelnatch. It is positioned in an eternally autumn forest with giant mushrooms on the banks of a rushing river. The town houses MANY mysteries and has a sort of Hilda (another good show) theme to it in that my job is being the town's Spirit Tender. I make sure that the spirits of the Autumn forest are happy so the town of Edelnatch can thrive and be at peace. Currently it is not at peace and my task is to locate a giant angry Oak tree who one of the town's clan pissed off. Because someone (not naming names it was the Boar Clan) was a cheapskate with their offerings most likely. The writing here is in a language that's like...old high German. I am constantly having to look up stuff online in my CR to translate a word I saw or heard someone say in it.

#shiftblr #shifting realities #reality shifting #shifting #desired reality #reality shift #shifting community #shifters #shifting blog #shifting diary #shifting stories #shifting reality #shifter #shifting antis dni #reality shifter

[ultrainfinitepit]

🏵️🍃🥀 for the emoji ask list!

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolizes your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

Sam is fireweed. It’s a flower that grows in areas that have previously been burned by fire. It’s a symbol of rebirth and resilience, which suits Sam well. And the name is very fitting, Sam would be a weed if he was a flower: something that people disdain as useless or annoying but is still beautiful to the right person.

Lily is lily of the valley. She lives in Puddle which is in a valley, and her name is Lily. It’s a sweet flower that looks like something out of a fantasy novel. It’s a symbol of joy, sincerity, and luck, which suits Lily well. It’s one of my personal favorites!

Cale is dandelion. Like Cale, dandelions change shape. They are symbols of hope and perseverance. And dandelions are delightful flowers: they are edible, fun to play with, and bring joy to people. But yet they are humble as well, just like Cale.

Zeke is forget-me-not. It’s all in the name for this flower. Zeke has no memory of his past. Memory, remembrance, and forgetfulness are all important parts of his character. Forget-me-nots are delicate and sophisticated, which suits Zeke well. They are symbols of true love and respect, two things that form the basis of all the relationships Zeke treasures the most.

Mick is sycamore. It’s his last name so it seems fitting! He’s dependable and strong like a sycamore tree. They are symbols of divinity which aligns with Mick’s angelic nature. 

Vivian is red poppy. I’ve picked this flower for her more for the color than anything else. Red is Vivian’s color, and the black center of the poppy hints a little at her dark nature as a vampire. It’s also a flower to symbolize the threshold between life and death, and as a vampire and forensic pathologist, Vivian embodies that threshold as well. Relatedly, if Vivian was a fruit she’d be a pomegranate. 

Pat is white clover. This is perhaps a rather stereotypical choice for Pat, it’s the national flower of Ireland and he’s Irish. But I feel like it suits him too well to pick anything else. It’s another humble flower, it’s a symbol of luck, protection, and lightheartedness - all which Pat seems to either have, or have need of throughout his story. If Pat had a house with a lawn, he’d want a clover lawn for his kids to play on but also to provide food for bees.

🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What’s the darkest period of time your OC has been through?

The hardest life for Sam was the life after his adoptive family were killed. We call this the Evil Sam life because he became completely rebellious and murderous and it ended in a very horrible way for him and his Keeper. He was in terrible grief over losing his family and it was further fueled by bad influences around him. Looking back, Sam hates this lifetime the most, he sees that version of himself as senseless and cruel. 

However, not far behind this life, is the life right after he was forced to forget his soulmate, Zipporah. We call this the Cult Leader Sam life, because Sam started a doomsday cult. That lifetime was one where Sam felt a deep-seated emptiness so terrible, it twisted his entire worldview into one where he felt the entire world should simply cease to exist, so he could cease too. That emptiness would carry over in part from this life to the next and so on, even into his Puddle life where at last it would be filled by Zipporah’s memory once more.

The only reason I say that life is not his darkest period is that, when Sam looks back on it, he feels it was the correct reaction to losing Zipporah. A world without Zipporah in it simply has no right to continue existing. We are very lucky Sam tried to do something about it back when he was in a lame human body, and we should hope he doesn’t try the same thing after he gets his full angelic form back!

Before Sam came to Puddle, Lily was relentlessly bullied and all her friends turned on her. She was ostracized for her weird behavior. While Lily felt she was much the same it was like suddenly everyone else was different. We could say this is because she was growing into her witch powers, but I think even if Lily wasn’t a witch this still would have happened. Lily felt she couldn’t talk to her parents about any of this, and had to handle it on her own. Some days all her secrets and troubles felt like too much. She considered running away without a word. But she loves her parents too much to do that. Luckily Sam, Cale, and Zeke come into her life and become her new friends, who love Lily and her weirdness.

When Cale is much older, his best friend Lily passes away of old age. They both had lots of time together and they were both prepared for this, but even still it hurts Cale a lot. At the same time, Cale’s friend Zeke is off somewhere in the world fighting his personal demons; and Sam is dead and gone (once again) so Cale can’t talk to him. Cale leans a little bit on his new Puddle friends and family for support, but there’s only so much they can say. The people who would understand Cale best in this difficult time, Zeke and Sam, aren’t around. So for a while, Cale stays in the woods in the form of a bear or sometimes a dog. He roams far and wide through the valley and even beyond it. He lives each day looking ahead only at the next one, thinking like a beast and not a man, until finally he’s ready to return to town.

Zeke’s life before he was Zeke was awful. He was named Cain then. Cain had a hard upbringing, and ended up on a dark path filled with loss and selfishness. His own hubris resulted in the death of his boyfriend Isaiah, and then later his own death.

But if we say Cain’s life is separate from Zeke’s, then Zeke’s darkest time is after his wife Delphinia is killed. This starts a chain of events that leads to Zeke’s imprisonment in a magical coffin, which is a tortuous time in his life; and then to the death of his son Samuel, in the same way Cain and Isaiah were killed as well. Zeke doesn’t even get a chance to breathe before a war starts and he’s tossed into that. He pretty much completely loses touch with his humanity, and embraces undeath fully as a way to numb himself to the pain and deal it out onto others instead. Zeke eventually comes back from this dark time, but the effects of it linger on him and he’s never quite the same person after.

Mick’s a pretty steady guy. He’s gone through dark times, arguably most of his human lives under control of the Order are dark times, but he’s a good little soldier about it and if he’s got any hard feelings about them he just files them away quietly.

I think there’s maybe two exceptions to this: in one lifetime, Mick had to execute Lucy, the nephilim child of the angels Ash and Orpheus. Lucy was Sam’s adoptive sister as well. While Lucy was evil and had to be stopped, she was still very young and much loved by all the angels, and it hurt Mick a great deal to have to be the one to stop her. 

In a subsequent life, Mick was the mentor of Adam, the nephilim child of Sami and Zach. One day Mick and Adam got into a fight with the corrupted angel Gabriel, resulting in Adam’s death by their hand. Mick has since blamed himself for Adam’s death, and Sami’s subsequent descent into madness and mourning. 

These deaths shook Mick to his core, and affect him even into the present.

Vivian had a rough childhood. In the beginning it was not so bad, she has vague happy memories of her father and mother. But after her mother was discovered to be a vampire, Vivian’s happy life was ripped away. Her mother ran away with her and then basically abandoned her to live in the care of a lodging house manager, who treated Vivian like a worker rather than a child. Vivian got so desperate that she jumped at the first chance at freedom, even if it would land her in a pirate crew of bloodthirsty vampires. So Vivian would probably consider this early part of her life her darkest time, and say everything following it was a breeze.

But it wasn’t all sunshine and roses from then on. After Vivian was turned into a vampire by Teutho, their relationship began to sour. She spent decades being miserable, yet there were enough good times stringed together where she convinced herself, it was not so bad and she was happy. Finally she realized she no longer loved Teutho, and left to go pursue her dreams of becoming a doctor - which would fail, but she was still happier failing at her dreams than not chasing them. If I had to pick I would say this was Vivian’s darkest period, even if she doesn’t see it that way. It was a time of emotional abuse and manipulation that left a deep impression on her.

When he was younger, Pat was rebellious and reckless, and developed a heavy reliance on alcohol. He fell in love with his wife Martha and they had two sons, and Pat began having a creeping feeling of deja vu. He was determined not to be like his father. He made an effort to always greet his boys with smiles and laughter, but it started being too much with his work and the alcohol and the bills piling up. One day Pat blacked out, he lost an entire day and when he woke up, he was in the hospital and told he had gone drinking, and various things happened, and he had been dead for a full minute. Pat did not want his sons to see him like this, but Martha brought them anyway. The looks on their faces was the wake up call he needed, and Pat sought out a therapist through his church, and went away to rehab. That day in the hospital was the worst day of Pat’s life, and he was determined never to repeat it. Since then, he tries very hard not to drink, and he’s learned to talk about his problems instead of bottle them up.

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?

Sam waits until the last minute to start anything, he needs that deadline panic to really motivate him. If it’s something important he will do it to an excellent standard, it will appear as if he has been diligently working on it up to the deadline. If it’s something unimportant, which is totally up to Sam’s judgment, he will leave it unfinished or give up and then somehow blame the person who gave him the task in the first place.

Lily has the potential to be just as bad as Sam, but deadline panic makes her flustered and she is prone to making mistakes when flustered. Lily learns she does her best work when she makes a plan at the start and follows each step carefully. She motivates herself by tracking her progress using a log book, ribbons, and other cute things so the task turns into something fun rather than work. She will usually cajole one of her friends into giving her a reward, or treat herself to something nice, as a further motivation to finish things on time. 

Cale was raised to be hard working and obedient, so if he really commits to something he will always get it done on time. The way he does this varies wildly on the day and the task. Sometimes Cale does things bit by bit over time, other times he’ll rush everything at the end much like Sam. However, Cale is only motivated to do things if he sees the real, practical value in the task. If it’s something too vague or frivolous, he will simply ignore it, which can be a problem sometimes. His friends and family often rely on Cale’s desire to please them to motivate him. It becomes a game of asking Cale to do something in just the right way, with clear enough instructions for him to see the end goal.

Ezekiel always meets his deadlines. He lays out a plan for every step of his task and then follows through on it flawlessly. If he has to, he will sacrifice sleep, socializing, and food to meet his deadline. Zeke prides himself on being perfect and dependable, this is all the motivation he needs. If he’s competing with someone, that’s even better motivation because Zeke loves to prove his superiority to others. He’s the type to get extra motivated if there’s some kind of ranking system or medal at the end. 

Mick is very disciplined and always meets his deadlines. He might not write down a plan but he will certainly have one in his head that he’s following. He’s very stubborn about his plans, and it’s hard for him to adjust to surprises. He will stay on his plan and follow it until the task is complete, with some time right before the deadline for any last minute changes. He’s only learned to add that time recently after many lifetimes of dealing with unpredictable people. Other people are the bane of Mick’s existence when he’s working on something, he always finds himself in the project leader role and no one ever meets his standards. Mick is motivated by his innate willpower, but also, secretly, his desire to impress people.

Vivian can also be very disciplined like Mick, but she writes her plans down. She has journals that she uses to make plans very neatly, she enjoys stealing pens in different colors that she uses to make these plans. She’ll collect notes and do research as much as possible so she has everything she needs to execute her plan on time. But she doesn’t always meet her deadlines. Vivian’s flaw is that she needs to have a certain amount of work on her plate or she’ll lose all her motivation. Too little and she won’t feel sufficient pressure to follow through on all her careful plans. Too much and she gets overwhelmed, her plans go out the window and suddenly she’s not getting anything done. This is why Vivian often has little background projects going on, such as writing a paper or trying to piece together a cold case; she needs this extra bit of work in her schedule to motivate her to do everything else.

Pat is average. He usually meets his deadlines, if he doesn’t he has a good excuse such as family. Pat will work overtime if he has to, to stick to his commitments. He’s not as rigid as Mick in his approach to work, nor does he require the same workload balancing act as Vivian to stay motivated. Pat is simply the type to do his work on time to the best of his ability. He considers himself a man of his word, and if he promises something he’ll try his hardest to fulfill it.

#town of puddle #ocs #ask #long post #these were fun to answer #thanks for sending them!

[wildfire-rewrite]

Who is grouseflight?

Grouseflight (Longtail)

Decorator of the Fall Thunderbringer Sect

Kitten -> Apprentice -> Decorator

he/him/his Demikater, asexual panromantic

Image IDs below the cut and information.

Parents: Cloverlegs, Robinwing Siblings: Cricketstrike

Mates: Sandstorm, Sun Firesong Platonic partner: Dustdapple Kits: Squirrelflight, Leafpool, Juniperpaw, Birchfall, Foxleap, Shrewbelly Grandkits: Petalblaze, Jaypatch, Hollylarch, Poppyfrost, Fernsong, Sorrelstripe, Sparkwood, Alderheart, Dandelionpelt

Mentor: (to be decided) Former Apprentice: Dandelionpelt

Grouseflight was one of Tigerchaser's followers, about two days after graduation, when a little ruddy kittypet joined the clan. He was Tigerchaser's cousin, of course he was going to support him! Crowtail was wrong to say that his own family was violent and abusive. He was wrong. Grouseflight constantly teased and growled about Tigerchaser, but never too much. He was not tied to Tigerchaser like Darkstripe. He didn't agree with the hatred of outsiders, though. His own mother was once a loner, and he wouldn't ever call outsiders or kittypets weak because of that. Dappletail was nothing but strong and noble. After Tigerchase was exiled, and he was offered a position to follow, Grouseflight changed. He apologized to his family and those he had wronged with his toxic rhetoric. He isolated himself for a while, but found comfort in Sandstorm and Dustdapple, and eventually, Sun Firesong. He began to realize that he did make mistakes, but he could heal and be better. Those three were the first cats he came out to. He didn't feel like a full kater, but didn't feel like a kattu or a catte. He was something different. Grouseflight asked to be called things that a catte would be called, but still use the usual kater pronouns.

Personal Comments:

He is not xenophobic because yeah. He learns, but also was never going to be. Dappletail is just too strong for him to dislike outsiders lol

Took a little bit, drew him in the same two day period as Sweetberry. Kinda proud of him, actually. He learns.

He never gets blinded here, that ends up being Cricketstrike who is blinded by the hare.

The cuff/wrap on his left leg is because he breaks his wrist TWICE in my draft (so far) and he has permanent numbness from it not healing right. It's basically the cat version of knee padding lol

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[ Image ID - An image of Longtail, now named Grouseflight, in the Wildfire Rewrite of the series Warriors. He is a cinnamon mackerel tabby with a white chest, paws, and jaw. He has a scar across his lip and his nose bridge. His left ear is ripped slightly, and he has green eyes. End ID ]

[ Image ID - The same image as above, but with accessories. His left paw has two bracelets, one with small multicolor beads and another with a large stone painted to resemble a waning crescent moon. On his right paw is a large woven plant cuff stuffed with soft grasses. A necklace is hung over his neck, with it's main piece being green three (3) leafed clovers. Hanging off the necklace is also a small brown leather pouch. On his tail is a similar weaving to his left wrist, but is filled with the Common Harebell, which is a blue flowering plant. End ID ]

#wildfire rewrite #warriors rewrite #warrior cats #WF! Grouseflight (Longtail) #longtail #warriors #warrior cats rewrite #rewrite #warriors designs #ask #flippythegodzilla #my art

[my-digital-grimoire-smarragdus]

Herbs

Herbs usually play an integral role in spellwork. Here are the most commonly used herbs for spell casting to keep on hand.

AMARANTH (Cockscomb): To repair a broken heart.

ASAFOETIDA: For protection from disease.

BASIL, SACRED: To protect body and family.

BASIL, SWEET: To get rid of bad luck and attract love.

BAY: For wisdom, protection, and psychic powers, manifestation, spells jars, has homeopathic properties. Can make tea with it.

BETHEL NUTS: To increase mental and spiritual powers.

BLOODROOT: To avert evil spells.

CAYENNE PEPPER: Something with a bit of a bite that every witch needs, this spice does well as a cursing or banishing agent, or as a addition to any spell to speed up results.

CATNIP: To make the most timid person fierce and powerful.

CEDAR: For purification and healing.

CHAMOMILE: To make others more susceptible to your thoughts and ideas and more willing to please you. used in love, healing and stress reducing spells, but can be used for luck and gambling.

CINNAMON: For spirituality, healing, and cleansing. For prosperity and success, protection, love

CLOVE: For cleansing, protection, and money.

CLOVER: For money, love, and good luck (especially a 4. leaf clover!).

FIVE FINGER GRASS: To ward off evil by hand; protection from physical harm and violence.

GARLIC: For healing and protection (especially against vampires!).

GINSENG ROOT (Sang Root): Carried by Chinese as the strongest protection from all kinds of evil.

GINGER: For money, power, and success.

GREEN HELLEBORE: Purge The premises of evil influences.

HELPING HANDS: To help you with your plans and give you the help you need in any situation.

HIGH JOHN THE CONQUEROR: To keep away confusing thoughts and for success in business and love; attracts money.

JEZEBEL: To make your wishes come true.

LAVENDER - Used to enhance clarity and protection, bring love, and encourage fertility, sleep. Lavender is also great for any mental health needs

LIFE EVERLASTING: For a long, happy, peaceful life.

LOVING HERBS: Bathe in a tea from the herbs and be met only with pleasantness wherever you go for the day.

LOW JOHN THE CONQUEROR: For good luck and success in all personal matters.

MANDRAKE ROOT: To gain power over others.

MARJORAM: To keep away evil influences; for protection, love, and healing.

MINT : Used to lure love, ward off evil, enhance wellness, and draw in money.

MOJO BEANS: For good luck.

MUGWORT: Used in spells for divination, astral travel, working with the spiritual realm, and receiving prophetic dreams. Place inside your pillow to reveal your future in your dreams. (Make dream pillows with mugwort, balsam, marjoram, rosemary, and lavender)

MULLEIN: To bring about gentleness in others.

MUSTARD SEEDS: For faith.

NIGHTSHADE: To see ghosts.

ORRIS ROOT: Powdered orris root brings love between two people if sprinkled on the clothes by one who desires the love. Also called Queen Elizabeth root and fortune-teller root, it was the original psychic pendulum. Tie a 13" long piece of white thread to the root and then ask "yes" or "no" questions while holding the end of the thread. The root will swing back and forth or circle for "yes;" for "no" it will remain motionless.

PEPPERMINT: A favorite for the treatment of digestive issues, this herb is ideal for cleansing and protecting. Peppermint is also a great addition to any luck spell

ROSE: This flower is the symbol for beauty, marriage, sexuality, divine love and all kinds of relationships

ROSEMARY: To improve your memory but also used in protection and love spells, good health, preventing nightmares.

RUE: To keep from being deceived in love.

SAGE: For protection and wisdom.

SANDALWOOD: To enable you to see the true light in all things and not be deceived by others.

SMALLAGE ROOT: Rub iton a person who has been a bad influence for you to end all their power over you.

SOLOMON SEAL ROOT: To gain wisdom.

STAR ANISE: Carry as a special good luck charm.

ST. JOHN'S ROOT: Good for dieting; chew to keep from being hungry (it tastes like chocolate. Hang the plant over your bed to dream of your future mate.

THYME: For healing, enhance psychic powers, attract loyalty, affection, and a good reputation, but we most often bathe in an infusion of thyme for constant flow of money.

WILLOW: For love and divination.

WISHING BEANS: To make your wishes come true.

#mine

[loosesodamarble]

Ooo for the 300 event may I request an OC interaction between Alistar and Vivian please 🥺? I can dm some Alistar fics on Discord if you need me too 🥺?

You may indeed request that, @lyranova! And not to worry, I was able to find Alistar content on my own. Did a bit of reading before sitting down to write. Hopefully I capture Alistar's personality well.

This isn't a super cute or fluffy display of Alistar and Vivian's friendship but I wanted to show him interacting with her more deadpan side. Because that's also cute in my opinion.

Summary: Alistar and Vivian have set aside a little time to hang out, during which Vivian provokes a bit of thought in Alistar. Genre: general Word count: ~800

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Alistar and Vivian walked up a short hill, hand-in-hand. Well, it was more like Vivian raced up the hill while dragging Alistar along behind her. She took quick, energetic strides while looking devoid of energy, not out of the ordinary for the young girl. Alistar couldn’t help but smile at the contradiction.

Upon reaching the crest, Alistar set his hand on the ground and created a shady oak. Alistar laid out his cloak to sit on in lieu of a blanket only for Vivian to kneel directly on the grass.

As usual, not much care towards her appearance, Alistar thought as he sat down. “So what would you like for today, Vivi?” he asked once she finished smoothing out her skirt.

Vivian looked up at Alistar and, with her usual blank expression, answered, “If it’s not too troubling for you, would you please grow Papaver rhoeas for me?”

 “It’s no trouble, but you almost always ask for those,” remarked Alistar with a quick chuckle. “You know I can make more than that, right?”

“Certainly. But I’m sure you’re aware that individuals have preferences for such things as flowers.”

“Ah right. Your favorite.” Alistar nodded. “Alright then.” He set his hand on the ground and, in the matter of seconds, brightly colored poppies bloomed in a circle around Vivian. “What do you think?”

The girl’s lips twitched in a smile that quickly faded. She then began plucking the flowers and gathering them in her lap. As Vivian picked her flowers, Alistar created a cluster of white clovers beside his cloak. The shape of the little, white flowers reminded Alistar of his own messy head of hair. When their laps filled with blossoms, Vivian looked at Alistar.

“Pardon if this is abrupt or too personal but…” Vivian twirled one poppy by its stem between her fingers. “Would you say your magic is stronger in the spring or summertime?”

Alistar tilted his head and muttered, “What kind of question is that?”

“Recently, my siblings discussed environmental factors related to magic,” Vivian began to explain. With her hands, she started the process of weaving the flowers together. “Such as Water Magic growing stronger with a full moon.”

“Ah, I see what you’re getting at,” said Alistar with a nod.

“So is there an observable difference?” Vivian questioned.

Alistar looked at the clover blossoms. In silence, still mulling the question in his head, he began work on a flower crown.

Was there really a difference? Did something as distant-seeming as the alignment of celestial bodies really influence the strength of magic as well? Sounded like a loose theory at best. How would attributes such as Mirror or Emotion Magic be affected, if at all? Seemed unfair if the universe worked that way.

“Alistar?” Vivian’s voice cut into the young man’s thoughts. “I apologize. Perhaps it was a strange inquiry…”

“No, it’s fine,” said Alistar with a shake of his head. “I just… never actually thought about it before.”

“Is that so? I would think you would be more mindful considering the…” Vivian paused and pursed her lips. “Reactionary nature of your powers.”

Against his will, Alistar snorted. Still critical but Vivian had tried to soften the blow against him. Ever the kind soul, just like her parents and siblings. And hopefully like him too.

“Well turns out I don’t pay as close attention as you think,” he replied and gave a shrug. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

“You have done nothing of the sort.” Though Vivian didn’t smile, her eyes held a gentle shine. “Let us change the topic then.”

“Before that…” Alistar absentmindedly connected the ends of the chain of flowers he’d been working on, completing the crown. “There!” He placed the clovers atop Vivian’s head. “A crown for the birthday girl.”

“Thank you, Alistar, you truly are a valiant knight,” Vivian stated as she smiled again. This time, the happy look stayed on her face.

Alistar smiled back. He then pointed to Vivian’s incomplete chain of poppies.

“So will I get to wear that when it’s done?”

“No. I intend to bring this and more back for my family.”

“Well now I’m disappointed.” Alistar faked a pout to which Vivian shook her head, still smiling though.

He never expected to befriend Vivian Faust but he was happy to be there for her. It was moments such as that one, where Alistar’s kindness could reach another and they returned it, where he felt like a protector and not a danger due to his magic. Perhaps he wouldn’t always be successful and perhaps it wouldn’t be forever, but he would try to be Vivian’s knight.

#questions from the ask box #lyra of the future #black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover oc #alistar vangeance #vivian faust #lyra's oc #soda's ocs #bringing in the new year #intersecting lives #is the magic talk a weird divergence? perhaps #but alistar seems the type to overthink a little #and vivian is the curious type so questions about magic #also vivian's lowkey roast of alistar's control... oof... child isn't he your friend?

[heavenzdivide]

Hello friend :) For oc asks I would like to see 7 and 10 for Scend, 4 and 8 for Sang, 22 and 38 for Maul, and 29 and 40 for Melt (If this is too many feel free to only answer one xD). And questions for creator how about E for the Rough Darling besties and B for Cerberus if that's okay :D Thank you!

Hi i wrote a lot so here is a read more for the oc questions

scend

7. What triggers nostalgia for them, most often? Do they enjoy that feeling?

seeing her puffs of breath in cold air is enough to make her a little nostalgic. she grew up ice skating, but she hasn't picked it up again in years, despite swearing that she will. scend doesn't necessarily enjoy it, but she doesn't dislike the nostalgia. it's just a feeling that exists for her. 

10. What lie do they most frequently remember telling? Does it haunt them?

scend is a person who places a lot of importance on their relationships, especially because they base their identity almost completely on the relationship at hand. when she was married to melt, she always felt like she was lying whenever she responded with "i trust you." she would often have episodes of idealizing and devaluing her mental image of melt, so stating absolute trust in her spouse would be an empty white lie at times. it haunts her, but scend does not care to admit it. a part of her believes if she does, she'll completely ruin the idea of "trust" for herself, making her unable to promise it to anyone anymore. 

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sang 

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

it's easy for sang to trust others, mostly because if people take advantage of his trust, sang knows he's at least physically strong enough to deal with the consequences. sang also has the mentality that trusting others and being open about it will yield something good for him over time, so he'll place his trust in others and see what happens. 

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child?

both sang and maul grew up as inseparable siblings, both because of their initial emotional bond and because of constant comparisons by their mother. their mother sought to raise them as prestigious ballet dancers starting from their childhood, and because maul had more drive in his practice, their mother would tell sang to start being more like her older sibling. maul became aware of the high expectations set on him by his mother, and so, he would tell sang to stop following him around everywhere. 

this results in sang's push-and-pull dynamic with maul, which lasts into adulthood with sang constantly picking fights with maul. 

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maul

22. How does jealousy manifest itself in them (they become possessive, they become aloof, etc)? 

maul becomes incredibly confused. he's a very touch-starved person, but mostly because of his own restraint and self-cockblocking. so when he gets jealous when a romantic interest is involved, he'll become more aloof than he already is and question if his romantic interest's sincerity with involving him. 

("you... want me to go with you? what can i do?"

he means to say "what could i even offer in this scenario?", but he is usually short with his words.)

38. What memory do they revisit the most often? 

he remembers bits and pieces from his childhood with sang. in one memory, he and sang were in ballet class, and in the middle of practice, sang hurt his leg. feeling responsibility as her older sibling, maul requested that both of them leave practice early with the additional note to not contact their mother. maul and sang head out, with sang leaning on maul, to the park just outside of the performance center and laid on the long grass together. sang would tear up grass to put on sang's leg while the younger child rubbed at her eyes to avoid crying. not a talkative child, maul patted sang's leg in reassurance until the sky turned orange. when sang calmed down, they both mindlessly picked clover flowers together before their mother retrieved them. 

in their adult age, maul wishes he could reassure his younger sibling that things will be okay again. 

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melt 

29. Do they usually live up to their own ideals? 

melt is a person who strives to ease into a version of himself that finds it easier to talk to other people, and he'll find some kind of good in his progress. he doesn't believe that he reaches his utmost potential, but he'll give himself credit where it's due. 

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

melt is somewhat sensitive about his flaws in that he gets embarrassed about them. he knows he's painfully reserved in that he usually considers only himself and giving himself the bare minimum. however, he's trying to better himself for his daughter to give her the ample love she deserves and to set a better example for her. he understands that he's been with his flaws for a long while, and that it will take time to overcome them. so even though melt will become embarrassed at his introverted nature, he's willing to forgive himself. melt just wonders how many times he'll have to see himself stop short of his ideals, though.

this isn't a main motivation, but it also helps to know someone who is (endearingly) worse at being social than himself (maul). 

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rough darling 

e. Are they someone you would get along with? Would they get along with you?

i think they're all endearing in their own way haha, though i'm a pretty introverted person. i think it would be kind of hard for me to talk to sang, since sang is sort of the guy to be passive in a conversation (unless she has a goal in mind) and i'm very much an active listener. maul might be kind of difficult too bc he just does not want to talk to people, but maybe maul + melt + i can have some kind of solidarity as former art majors. scend and i might get along too, since we both like (egl) fashion

as for if they'd get along with me, maybe? like i said, i'm very much an introvert haha

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cerberus 

b. What inspired you to create them?

mecha musume have cool designs, and i was like huh. what if i drew a mecha musume (gender ambiguous). when i was doing concepts for cerberus, i had a whole list on mfc of mecha musume figures i liked lol

#asks #thank yaur for asking

[winterswrandomness]

8, 15 and 16! :]

!!!!! (arospec ask game)

I don't have much in the way of characters from media that I like who I know are aro. BUT. I can absolutely talk about my OCs, and will for Q: 16

15. what are some things you associate with arospec identities? i.e. frogs, arrows, white rings, anything the color green, etc.

LOVE arrows and white rings. hmmmm- I'm not entirely sure honestly. maybe clovers, both the little leafy things and the white flowers! also king cobra snakes, cause of this post!

for my personal identity but not aromanticism in general, is a whole other topic. strawberries, lemonade, playing cards, and a handful of other things I can't think of! also clams

16. do you have any arospec OCs, if so tell us about them?

YEAHHHHHHH

to start, we have one of my faeries, Del! he's aromantic, then somewhere between greyace and allo. he likes to dance and sing and he's like 2 feet tall, and he's from the feywilds (which I have a hand in making for the game he's in!!)

then we technically have my little guy, rolevander! she's a sona, uses alllll the pronouns, and is indeed aromantic by proxy of me being aromantic! I love xem so much. please understand how much I utterly adore ein. cae can shapeshift, float, fly while having wings, size change, and! most importantly. it can KILL!!!!

let's see let's see. jam and salsa!!! world's weirdest friends. jam is one of my guys from stardew, while salsa is my girl from terraria! they're technically the same person. and they are best friends!!! jam is a trans guy/masc leaning gender neutral, while salsa is a transfem with a STARRY SWORD!!!! she summons pink stars from the sky to kill while jam peacefully farms crops and goes mining

here's two pictures of them

[ID 1: Salsa leaning down to look at a cat in Jam's arms. Salsa is a tall woman in a torn up wedding dress and veil. She has a bird's nest on her head, a cloud in a jar on a belt, boots with wings, and her hair is a messy bob. Jam is shorter by about half a head, holding a cat that sniffs one of his hands. He's wearing overalls, a t-shirt, bandana, boots, and his hair goes past his shoulders. End ID 1

ID 2: Jam and Salsa holding hands. Jam is still in the overalls, tee, bandana, and boots. He has his other hand on his hip. Salsa has changed to wear a tank top, off the shoulders sweater, pair of shorts, and low heels. Her free arm is out, as if to begin guiding Jam somewhere. /End ID 2]

Salsa stole the wedding gown and veil from a zombie she killed

also the cat is Jam's cat, Peanut Buttt! (triple T included)

I imagine they're both kind of silly! Salsa does a double take whenever Jam cuts his hair or ties it up, then pretends to sob over how it isn't loose anymore. while Jam gets scared by the random lady on his farm whenever Salsa is wearing anything other than the dead woman's dress

right! yeah! salsa is demiaro while jam is unlabelled lovedrained (word I use for myself) and are both relationship anarchists

and that's my special variation and woes of aromanticism! I do love the idea of exploring those more romantic sorts of scenarios and thoughts, like, yknow. Being In Love. but I just can't do it and that's chill! I got to make a fun word for myself :]

#roroschattertag #ask games! #cursedthing #hiiii :D thank you for the ask #inbox!

[thecaptainsgingersnap]

OC Interview Questions - Nature: Gwen

🥀 [WILTED ROSE] How good is your OC at meeting deadlines? What motivates them?

Gwen is great at meeting deadlines. In her line of work, things are often literally life and death, so that's a pretty good motivator.

🌹 [ROSE] Does your OC believe in true love? Why?

She definitely does. Why else would she go to the ends of the earth and be willing to lose everything for a boy shed only meet two days earlier?

🍄 [MUSHROOM] How likely is your OC to eat random berries/mushrooms they find?

Not at all.

🍁 [MAPLE LEAF] What is your OC's favourite season? Why and what do they do during it?

Gwen loves fall. She loves to drive through the countryside looking at the changing leaves.

🍂 [AUTUMN LEAVES] Does your OC view piles of dead leaves as a mess or as fun?

She thinks they're so fun!

🌰 [CHESTNUT] What food group does your OC mostly eat (e.g., grains, fruits)?

Dairy is her favorite (especially peanut butter ice cream)

🏵️ [ROSETTE] What flower symbolises your OC best and why? What does the flower mean in floriography?

A sunflower. She's bright and fun and always looking for the light, but she's also study and tough enough to weather a storm. It stands for strength, happiness, confidence, self-esteem, ambition, devotion, healing, inspiration, loyalty, nourishment, opportunity, pride, vitality, warmth, and wealth

🌻 [SUNFLOWER] Where would your OC get lost in the moment/beauty of the place?

On one of their first dates, Tequila took her hiking in the mountains. They went up this trail for a few miles and at the end there was a ridge with a huge waterfall cascading down into a crystal clear river. The sun was shining on it and they're were rainbows glinting in the spray. It was breathtaking.

💐 [BOUQUET] If you could send your OC a bouquet, what flowers would make it up and what is the overall message?

Yellow roses and sunflowers because I admire her and would want to be her friend.

🌾 [RICE SHEAF] How picky is your OC with food? What will and won't they eat?

She's mildly picky. She'll try anything once but she knows what she likes. She will NOT eat haggis!

🌿 [HERB] Is your OC religious? What do they believe in?

Gwen's not actively religious. She likes to go to church sometimes on holidays just for tradition's sake and she pays when things are especially dire but mostly she just believes in being nice and trying to do as much good as she can.

☘️ [SHAMROCK] How passionate is your OC about things they love/hate?

Gwen would go to themes of the earth for the people/things she cares about. She would also go to war to fight something she hates.

🍀 [FOUR LEAF CLOVER] Would your OC spend hours looking for a four leaf clover?

No

🌲 [EVERGREEN] What does your OC's dream treehouse look like? What tree is it built upon?

Gwen is more of an underground tech workshop kind of girl.

🌳 [DECIDUOUS] What's your OC's favourite thing to do at the park?

She likes to play with her dog Winslow

🍃 [FALLEN LEAF] What's the darkest period of time your OC has been through?

After her dad died while trying to stop Poopy. She was... Not good for awhile.

🌵 [CACTUS] How physically resilient is your OC?

Very, she's a Kingsman.

🌱 [SEEDLING] What new passions/hates is your OC discovering?

Since meeting the Statesman she's developed a great interest in both liquor making and the rodeo.

🌴 [PALM TREE] What are the stops on your OC's dream cruise? What boat are they on?

Gwen isn't really a cruise person. The thought of being out in the middle of the ocean with no way to get to shore until the boat docks gives her anxiety.

🌸 [CHERRY BLOSSOM] Does your OC believe in legends/myths?

She lives in Scotland. Their national animal is a unicorn. Of course she does.

💮 [WHITE FLOWER] Has your OC ever kissed someone? Who, when, and where?

*gestures to Tequila* next question?

🌺 [HIBISCUS] What does your OC think is the prettiest name?

Arabella

🌷 [TULIP] What is your OC's favourite flower and colour?

Sunflowers and blue

Nature Asks

#Gwen Arabell Macintosh #Kingsman #Kingsman oc #My ocs

[dearestones]

Twisted Wonderland Matchup: Trey Clover

Warnings: Fluff. 

Anonymous Request: ♡ hello! i just came across your blog and wanted to say as a matchup writer myself i feel inspired by your writing (ुŏ̥̥ŏ̥̥) it's very soft but still expresses such emotion.

that said, i was wondering if i could ask one too for romantic twst? if that's okay, you can call me Len! i usually go by she/her and prefer guys (tho ig there's not much of an option in this game). i'm about 158cm with pale skin, brown hair and blue eyes + glasses cause i might as well be blind without them. personality-wise i'm definitely more on the introverted side but regardless i'm pretty adventurous and excitable. i tend to get along with people relatively easily despite that i lack some social skill ^^; i appreciate humour, loyalty and kindness in others and strive for these traits myself. i'm currently studying english as my major but i love learning about languages overall, i can speak four at the moment! i feel like i sometimes lack passion yet still be an overthinker, so might i have a hard time deciding for myself... i'm also really stubborn.

some of my hobbies are taking walks, baking and playing games. i really love dogs, sweets and flowers. i'm also in my frog-obession phase rn xD often i can't stand travelling by motor vehicles because of my motion-sickness. nevertheless, my current dream is to travel to a tundra/desert/etc. and go stargazing under the clearest, most open sky there is.

thank you for your time! i hope you have a pleasant day/night <3

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After reading through your description, I believe that you best pair well with Trey Clover!

The first thing that Trey notices about you is that you look very adorable with glasses! He doesn’t have a preference for what his romantic partner looks like, but he can’t deny that you look ridiculously cute with glasses on. It does not help that they magnify your blue eyes so well that they make you especially adorable. Plus, he can relate with the whole “practically being blind” without them—his prescription is fairly high and if he doesn’t wear them, he tends to bump into things or squinting too hard that he gets headaches. If you don’t have the appropriate cloth for cleaning them, he’ll gladly lend you his! 

(Later on, in your relationship, he’ll pluck them off your face, clean them thoroughly, and then place them back onto your nose. He might make a game out of it to tease you, but don’t worry about his handling of them—he knows what he’s doing!)

Trey is a person who’s rather grounded, so he finds your introverted nature to be a pleasant experience compared to the shenanigans the rest of his dorm members get up to. However, he must add that your excitability and lust for adventure is a good counterbalance. These traits, when combined equally, make for a recipe for an ideal partner. If you’re feeling more introverted, he’ll do most of the talking, which is mostly him telling you stupid puns about baking or regaling you with cute stories about his younger siblings. However, if you’re feeling more sociable, he’ll gladly take a backseat to whatever has grabbed your attention.

As for your social skills, don’t worry if you’re ever offending him or if you feel embarrassed about your actions. One of Trey’s closest friends is Rook Hunt, so… Well, don’t you worry about that. Trey is adept at navigating your emotions and what you want in the moment. If you have a hard time expressing your wants, he’ll be patient with you and gently guide you. There are times when he won’t be as helpful—only merely guiding you in the right direction—but it’s not out of malice. He believes in you and your capacity to be yourself. 

Humour, loyalty, and kindness? Goodness, it’s a good thing that you’re paired with Trey! While he may be a troublemaker at his worst, he still has your best interests at heart. His pranks and white lies are always made with the intent to make for a hilarious story in the future. And, if you ban him from pranking you (please don’t, he’s a mischievous boy and he needs a healthy outlet for said mischievousness), he’ll resort to torturing you with puns. 

All the puns. Just for you. You’ll suffer and you’ll have no one to blame but yourself.

Oh my, a scholar like yourself amazes Trey! He may have the potential to be a rival for top student, but he quite likes being part of the background. The fact that you’re unashamedly proud of your accomplishment (four languages! such dedication!) makes him also puff his chest in pride. You’re his lover and you’re so smart and intelligent and cute and adorable and hard working and confident and—

Trey loves you regardless of what you may think about your passion (or lack thereof) or your tendency to overthink. That said, please don’t overthink your relationship with him. He’ll never let you go unless he explicitly says so, but there’s no chance of that happening because why would he? Why would you? Was it puns? Please don’t tell him it’s the puns…

Baking and sweets? Sweets and baking? Match made in heaven? Trey isn’t one to think too hard about the future, but… If you’re still together… Would you like… To perhaps… Work with him in his parents’ bakery once he inherits it? 

(Marriage. He’s talking about marriage. Or life partners. Whichever you like. Just, please think about working with him everyday doing the things that make the both of you happy for the rest of your lives!)

As for your dreams, Trey will do everything in his power to make them true. He may not be as keen about frogs, but why not go camping with him so that the both of you can stargaze together? He’ll pack some baked goods in advance so you’ll have something to munch on while you try to name the stars. 

In the end, you make Trey want to become a better person for you. He’s not always a good person, and he knows this, but you give him a reason to try harder instead of stagnate in mediocrity. It’s not always apparent since he’s keen on mischief, but he takes your relationship with him seriously. He only hopes that you do the same. 

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TWISTED WONDERLAND MASTERLIST

#twisted wonderland #twst #twisted wonderland trey clover #twst trey clover #twisted wonderland trey #twst trey #twisted wonderland matchup #character matchup #matchup #dearestones #devintrinidad #oh my gosh thank you for your kind words #soft but still filled with emotion??? that's awesome to hear! #do you think i can get a matchup from you? feel free to dm me

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for the emojis ocs!! And all of the ocs please <3

💐🕷️🙈🙊🙉🍀🌏🌌🪤✂️

SKJDDHDDHHEHEHE IS THIS TOO MUCH SORRY IM STOPONG THERE

Looking at all the asks you've sent me like What The Fuck Is Wrong With You /pos

I'm doing this for my four main babies only because those are the only ones I have coherent thoughts about so <3

Ask Game

💐 BOUQUET - create a bouqet for them! what do those flowers mean? are any of the flowers their particular favourite?

Ira - hollyhocks

Melika - tulips and violets, dandelions when they're still little white balls

Crevan - pink camellias and a single daffodil

Luke - carnations they mean love and boy does he need some of that and a hug and chrysanthemums which I can't for the life of me pronounce

🕷️ SPIDER - what is their biggest fear? do they have any irrational / mundane fears?

Ira - heights, also every single time he enters a room he has to check behind the door to make sure no one's hiding there

Melika - american suburbs, actually anything/place that looks like someone went overboard with the copy paste too on them, can you blame her

Crevan - somniphobia, this bitch's sleep schedule is FUCKED

Luke - intimacy and attachment to family members having to talk to his mom face to face

🙈 SEE-NO-EVIL - whats a side of your oc that they don't want to show other people?

Ira - actually like she'd rather kneel over and die instead of talk about any of her feelings and problems about anything ever

Melika - oh she can be SUCH a gossipy bitch if you piss her off just enough she can dig up dirt she can ruin your life

Crevan - FAIRYTALE NERD FAIRYTALE NERD FAIRYTALE NERD FAIRYTALE NERD

Luke - don't make him angy

🙊 SPEAK-NO-EVIL - what is something your oc will refuse to stay quiet about?

Ira - the dangers of following random cryptic beings into a dark forest HE'S LOOKING AT YOU MELIKA PLEASE STOP DOING THAT

Melika - hello there would you like to hear about my little pony--

Crevan - same as Ira except while Ira's is coming from a place of concern and common sense, Crevan's is coming from a place of Personal Experience

Luke - he probably has a whole powerpoint presentation on how to set your boundaries with friends and family and how to express your discomfort about something to them without making them angry (he has personal experience on this one)

🙉 HEAR-NO-EVIL - what is the worse thing your oc could hear from someone?

Ira - anything referring to them as the replacement child

Melika - respect your elders

Crevan - grandma's coming over

Luke - your ass is flatter than yesterday btw you're too hopeful

🍀 CLOVER - do they believe in luck? are they lucky?

Ira - nope, and I'd say she has an average amount of luck

Melika - yes, average to slightly bad luck

Crevan - yes, horrible fucking luck

Luke - yes, pretty lucky at least in his own opinion

🌏 EARTH - will they give up the world for someone they love? is this decision easy for them?

Ira - yes, he'd agonize over it for a long time but eventually he'd rather not let go of people

Melika - no, she's not good at letting go at all but if it comes down to that she absolutely would

Crevan - no, he doesn't have that much attachment to people anymore

Luke - yes, he wouldn't think twice

🌌 MILKY WAY - what was the inspiration behind your oc? what was the first thing you decided about them?

Ira & Luke - appearance wise (in my head at least, they look pretty different when I draw them) they're admittedly based a lot off lee and serpent from detentionaire because originally when I was thinking about them I was also watching that show so

Melika - needed more muslim persian weirdgirl characters and decided to take matters into my own hands

Crevan - ........so like c!fundy yeah. At least at the very start he was.

🪤 MOUSE TRAP - what will always lure them into certain danger? a loved one in danger? a promise of something they are always searching for?

Ira - promise of a stable family life please

Melika - glittery pens and unicorn plushiesband her little cousin

Crevan - pretty flames, mysterious creatures staring back at him from the dark

Luke - Ira, actually literally just put her in danger, that's not exactly because he's super attached to her, it's just that he's now responsible for this kid and he'd rather die than fail at his responsibilities 👍

✂️ SCISSORS - what is the "last straw" for them to cut someone out of their life? how easily do they let go of people?

Ira - it depends from person to person, if it's someone they've known for a long time they'd have a really really hard time letting go but if it's someone they've only been friends with for a little bit they'd just dump the person if they're being a dick

Melika - she is so so so so so so so patient with people you can't really get her to let go of people they poured super glue all over her attachment tendencies

Crevan - he let goes of people so extra easily, he'd still cry about it and go on his self loathing arc when he's by himself every time tho

Luke - 18-19 year old Luke took the first chance he had to pick a fight with his parents and run away take from that what you will

#pleafy :D #asks #ask game #the immortal's field

[gucciwins]

Are you Angel?

Harry gets hurt while on the job and Y/N gets a phone call she was not prepared for.

Word count: 7413

A/N: hello friends, it's been a while :) this is a continuation to my story Trouble Follows. You don't have to read but it will give you an insight of how Y/N and Harry met. I am thrilled to share more of firefighter harry with you. I adore him and I hope you do as well.

please do let me know what you thought of the story and please reblog! <333

Warnings: angst, breakups, hospitals

A firefighter will always run into a burning building with not a hint of hesitation. All their focus is on saving the people stuck inside.

Running towards trouble is second nature to them.

She knew that.

She also knew what it meant to date a firefighter.

The unreliable hours, the non-frequent communication, the many failed dinner dates. The twenty-four hours shifts when he would then arrive home to just sleep.

Harry had begun to give her a constant comfort that he would eventually come home and climb into bed behind her. He would then gently nuzzle his face in her neck, taking in her sweet honey scent. In contrast, she took in the woody ashy smell that seems to be permanently stained on him.

So trust her when she said she knew what she was in for when Harry asked her to be his girlfriend.

Four months in, she knew she would be here for a long time, maybe forever, if life would allow it.

She was sure; she knew what to expect.

But she didn't, not until she got the call.

The call that would shatter her heart.

The call that would lead her to be sitting in this uncomfortable, ugly brown hospital chair, holding tightly onto his ashy hand. As she prayed on and on to a God, she no longer held close but wished for Harry they were real and would bring Harry back to her.

Y/N prayed for Harry to finally open his eyes and give her a reassuring smile that he would be okay.

That they would be okay.

Until then, she'll wait.

Harry being Lieutenant allowed him to have a consistent schedule. That did not mean there weren't days where he had to pull a double shift or stay back to finish paperwork; he let it pile up.

The one day that was Y/N's was Sunday.

She got him an entire day to lay in bed together and eat all the baked goods she baked for him to try. It was becoming their day. Everyone at the station knew Harry could not be disturbed on Sundays unless it was the end of the world, and even then, they'd have to pry him away from Y/N.

He feels safe in her arms. Harry had never felt that before. Sure, he was surrounded by his firehouse family, but he had never felt so loved in two arms as if she could take all his problems and stresses away. Still, she did exactly that when she would flash him her gorgeous smile and hold her arms open for him to fall into at the end of every day.

Harry knows he's never felt this way, and he won't ever take it for granted.

This Sunday will be different, and she feels it as soon as she wakes up because, in her queen-sized bed, she's alone. No arms wrapped around her waist; no head tucked into her necks as he places soft open kisses to wake her from her sleep gently.

Already, she knows this is going to be a bad day. She feels it in her bones. Having been around trouble for so long, she knows the difference between good and bad. The feelings she has made her want to find Harry and pull him back into bed where she can keep him safe.

Y/N gets out of bed, throwing the warm sheets off her body going to the bathroom to do her morning skin routine, wanting to feel refreshed for when Harry breaks the news; he's going to leave her alone on their day. She knows him well enough; he's cooking her breakfast to make up for leaving her so early in the morning.

She walks out of her bathroom, going straight to her closet and taking out the first sweater she saw. It's a baby blue color and stitched on the left side on top of her heart is: "love me please?" It's Harry's favorite sweater of hers because it's an oversized sweater that fits him well. The only reason she has it back is that he wanted her to wash it and wear it until it got her smell again. Y/N kissed him silly when he told her that, plus she loves that it smells like him now.

Y/N takes one look at her unmade bed and walks away, knowing she's going to crawl back in after Harry leaves her. She walks out and, from the hallway, can hear Harry humming away. If she's honest, she doesn't recognize the song. As she has come to learn, Harry has an interesting taste in music; he has basically heard every song ever to exist. It's a reason they are so good at Four Clovers Thursday Trivia night. She dominates pop culture and films, and Harry takes on music. She's also better at history than him. Their friends love trivia night because their winning always gets them free drinks. It's something she looks forward to each week.

"Morning, H," Y/N says as she approaches him from behind and wraps her arms around his waist. Harry smiles, instantly feeling warm with her arms around him.

"Morning, firebug. Sleep well?"

She mumbles a no, causing Harry to laugh, and she feels it vibrate through her.

"Awe, upset I wasn't wrapped around you." He teases. "I'm making up to you by making breakfast."

She pulls away, spotting blackberries on the counter. "Sure, Jan."

Harry can hear the change in her tone and knows she's still goofing off with him but knows she's upset.

"Angel, come sit. Coffee is ready."

She shakes her head but makes her way over to the chair he pulled out for her. "No coffee. I'll be going back to bed soon." Y/N waits to see if he'll correct her, but he doesn't.

"I'm sorry." He begins.

"No apologies."

"Please let me. I'm leaving you on our day." He pouts.

"As much as I don't want you to go, I'm sure they need you more than I do."

Harry frowns, "I hope you'll never stop needing me." He whispers against her lips before closing the gap. Y/N hums against his soft lips allowing herself to get lost in the moment; she loves his kisses, soft and gentle just as he is despite what his sharp eyes might have one believe.

Harry pulls away after pressing one final kiss on her pouted lips. "I'm sorry I have to go to work, but I know for certain that I can meet you for a late lunch."

"Lunch?" She repeats, arms wrapped around his waist, hoping he was serious with his offer.

He hums. "Yes, 2:30, that bistro with that avocado dressing you like for your sandwich."

"It's a date." She grins, laying her head on his chest letting him hold her tight. He unwraps his arms, letting her go.

"I've got to get going, firebug, but I'll see you later."

"Stay safe, Styles." She tells him as she does every time he leaves.

"Try my best, angel."

With that, he slips his beat-up white Vans with lilac laces and walks out the door; it shuts it behind him. Just as Y/N steps towards it to lock up, it opens back up, startling her. Harry steps back in, and before she can question him, he places both faces on the side of her face and kisses her breathless. Y/N is quick to react, allowing their lips to move in perfect harmony, not as smooth but perfect, nonetheless.

"I--" Harry begins before he clears his throat. "I'll miss you, angel."

Y/N feels the heat rush to her cheeks because, for a moment, she thought he'd say another three words. "And I'll miss you, H. Now get out of here; I don't need you showing up late to our lunch date."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display, hugging her before walking out a skip in his step. She peaks her head out, making sure he gets in the car safely before he drives off. He sits there for a moment, and she knows he is letting his Bluetooth connect as he waits for his drive-to-work playlist titled "it's time" to start playing. He takes a look at his mirrors before backing out and driving. That's when Y/N closes and locks the door.

Time to go back to bed for a few more hours; what else is there to do on a Sunday when she's left alone.

Harry genuinely did not want to go to work today, but it's not like he could say no to his Chief. His Chief was never one to call in favor unless it was an emergency. He didn't ask, knowing he'd get the full story Monday, but for now, he gets on his pants, t-shirt, and boots and hopes there are no fires today.

The only thing is that Harry isn't used to working with the B-shift, sure he knows everyone's name and a little of their lives, but they aren't his usual team. He shakes that off because he knows he would do anything to help a team member and knows they would do the same in return.

Harry is lost in thought, wondering what Y/N was going to do today. He knows she planned to take him to a butterfly pavilion today even told him the outfit she had planned out for it. A pair of jeans that had flowers embroidered all over something she added, saying she thought they looked a bit plain, pairing it with a pastel pink top. Harry was surprised with her style after meeting her various times in different outfits. He was surprised at how soft she dressed in pastels. She may have a bold personality, but her fashion was delicate and warm. It was a nice balance.

He nearly runs into Carols as he made his way to his office, too busy thinking of the girl he left at home. "Sorry, bud."

"No problem, Harry. Surprised to see you here," Carols tells him, everyone knowing Sunday was Harry's day off.

"Chief had something come up and asked me to come in. I should be out of here by eight tonight if we're lucky."

Carlos smiles, "with you around, we usually are."

Harry chuckles, telling him he'll be in his office if he needs anything. He looks around his desk and sighs at how much has piled up already.

Might as well get ahead.

It's a few hours when Harry realizes the house is quiet. He peaks around the window and figures they are all in the common room. It's only one, and thankfully there have been no calls, and if it continues, then he will make it to lunch with his angel.

He shoots her a text.

Angel

13:24 PM

I miss you. Counting down the minutes until I get to see you xxx

Harry clicks send and smiles down at his phone. 2:30 couldn't come fast enough.

As he gets up to stretch and go for a snack in the kitchen, he takes a deep breath because as confident as he may seem, he isn't around the second shift. They don't know him so well, and Harry ultimately is shy. He may be able to hide it, but he has small quicks that others pick up on. Something he knows Y/N spotted quickly, like when he toes his foot into the ground or when he begins to chip at his nails, and Y/N's favorite is when he moves his hands behind his back and sways side to side. She finds it endearing, but others might not think it's leadership material.

He walks into the lounge to cross to the kitchen when a few heads turn to him, but before they can say a word, the alarm rings, and Harry is literally saved by the bell.

Not a second to waste, everyone heads over to the rig and quickly suits up. Harry is Lieutenant meaning he's in charge of the scene today, seeing as their captain and Chief aren't here today. Harry respects all the firefighters and knows this will go well if everyone carries out their job.

It's a factory fire, and as soon as they arrive, Harry can see it's burning fast. He's not sure how many people are there, but he calls in for reinforcements knowing they will need all the manpower they can get.

"This is House 102; please send more units available. The factory fire is burning at a faster rate than we can control. My team is going in now. There are five people unaccounted for; the left side of the building is clear." Harry speaks into his two-way radio.

"Carlos," the young firefighter jogs over, eyes on Harry, no longer staring at the roaring fire. "You're going in with Baz. Stay close and don't go up the second floor; you need to be quick in and out."

"Who's going with you, Lieutenant?" Carlos asks, clearly worried.

"Jameson and Rey are coming with me; stay safe, and if anything happens, just radio in."

"You got it!" Harry pats his shoulder and walks off towards the two waiting men.

Harry knows the men well, he trained them when they came into the house, but they preferred B-shift instead of being with him. One spot was available, and he knew they didn't want to be separated. Rey and Jameson have been dating for two years, but that's a secret only very few know. It's not prohibited, but if it gets more serious, one will have to relocate to a new station. They simply aren't ready for that, and indeed Harry would be sad not to have them around the house or hearing their stories. It just adds a more considerable risk because, at the end of the day, the job is first.

Rey walks towards the entrance with Harry following right behind. Jameson, a few feet back, calling out for anyone in there that needs help.

"Fire department, call out." Echoes out as much as it can as the fire begins to roar louder.

The heat gets worse the further they walk in; they turn right at the edge of a desk labeled "Torres."

"H, there!" Rey shouts, rushing over to a man knocked unconscious and had heavy storage struck over his legs, pinning him down. Harry and Jameson run over, assessing the man before making any sudden moves.

Jameson finds a pulse, weak but there. He gets the extra mask over the man's face hoping it'll wake him up soon.

"On the count of three, we lift," Harry tells the two men standing to a stand as the others do the same.

They nod. "One, two, three." They grunt in unison, pushing the container to a standing position. Harry looks over the man's legs and is thankful there is no blood, but there will be swelling and bruises. "Right, Rey, take him out. We'll keep searching."

Rey nods, lifting the man over his shoulder as he was trained to do, and rushes out of the burning building. Harry and Jameson have just learned a new area when the radio comes on. "Lieutenant Styles, it's Carlos. We found two men; only one remains unaccounted for."

Harry nods. "Got it, no one comes back in. We'll be out soon."

He now leads the way, making his way towards a stairway. There's no fire here, but it's moving faster, and smoke is thick. Whoever is in here might not last much longer without oxygen.

"Fire department, call out," Harry shouts, voice firm.

"Here.." a whisper is heard, both Harry and Jameson freeze. Once more, "here" is yelled but sounds muffled.

Harry looks around, not seeing anything but fire, and fears the structure will collapse soon. Just as he was about to yell again, he sees a can knocked, and a man hidden under a black rag is seen. Jameson rushes over, helping the man sit up. He's older, well into his sixties. He doesn't look too well; he has a few scapes.

"Right, we need to head out," Jameson tells Harry, helping the man stand up who is fighting consciousness.

"This is Lieutenant Styles; on our way out found the last man. Have paramedics on standby."

"Got it, Styles. Get out quick."

Jameson and Harry get the man up and head to exit. Harry can see the light of day and knows he will be late for lunch, but thankful Y/N is understanding and very forgiving. He'll make it up to her by buying dessert.

Just as they almost reach the door, a piece of dry wood comes falling down, separating Harry and Jameson; luckily, it did not hit them, but now Harry has to find a new way out. It's not looking good.

"Harry," Jameson looks panicked, but Harry stays calm.

"Get him out, now," Harry tells him, looking in every direction for what to do.

"No, I won't-" Harry cuts him off.

"Jameson, get this man out. He needs medical attention. That's an order." Voice full of authority with no room to argue.

Jameson nods and heads out. "I'm coming back for you."

Harry chuckles. He sees a small path, but it'd be a more extended way out. He debates what to do. He could wait, but the longer he stays, the quicker this building is beginning to collapse.

It takes him two seconds to decide to go right and find a new route out instead of staying put. He walks and only gets hotter as the fire begins to surround him. He's good at not panicking, always thinks better under pressure, but this is getting intense. Harry climbs over a crate and bends low to go through this tight space. He sees the exit, it's still a bit away, but he knows he is in the clear.

That's when he hears a big explosion knocking him forward. His oxygen masks flys off, landing a few feet away. As Harry reaches his hand out to get it, he's pulled back. He looks behind and sees he's stuck. There are crates stacked on top of him. The air is thick of smoke, and with no oxygen, it seems like the fire will soon enough engulf him.

Shit.

He's really in trouble now.

Harry presses his radio, holding it, hoping it's still working. "This is Harry," He coughs. "I'm trapped under a few crates. I can't reach my ask. I'm west of the building."

"Harry, hold on. We're going in." Harry hears Jameson reply, but he's fading quickly.

He shakes his head. "Can't go to sleep, but this smoke is too thick to actually see anything, let alone for his team to find him.

"Tell…" He coughs again, and this time doesn't stop for what feels like five minutes but is only a few seconds. "Tell angel, I'm sorry."

A voice comes over the speaker, but Harry's eyelids are fluttering shut, the weight of the crates is too much, and the smoke only gets deeper in his lungs if he keeps speaking.

Harry welcomes the darkness as he sees the one person he was supposed to meet for lunch. She's holding an outstretched hand for him to take and who is he to ever say no to her.

Real or not, he goes to her, and soon enough, he falls unconscious, not feeling when his team lifts him out and puts him in the back of an ambulance.

Y/N decided to show up a bit earlier for their lunch date, putting in their order early, wanting to maximize all their time together. She wouldn't see him until late that night, and honestly, she wasn't a fan of being separated on her favorite day of the week.

She sits on a bench right outside, both sandwiches wrapped tucked away in a brown paper bag and a lemonade sitting next to her untouched. It was his favorite, too sweet in her opinion. Still, Harry loved it, especially since he wasn't one to indulge in sweets unless they were hers.

Knowing Harry could be running late, she pulls out a book from her orange tote bag that Harry gifted to her. The book was Beach Read, Frankie recommended it to her then gave her the book saying she needed to read more romance books and not just poetry and nonfiction books. She actually enjoyed it, which surprised her, but even if she didn't, she's too invested to not find out the ending.

She was just starting chapter five when she feels too much time has passed and glances down at her phone.

2:55

25 minutes late isn't bad or unusual even; she decides to put the book away and keep an eye out for him. Usually, when he keeps her waiting, he makes up for it with a long kiss that never fails to take her breath away; she's excited about it now.

Time seems to go slower when she just sits waiting. She debates beginning to eat her sandwich when her stomach starts to growl. It's low, but she would feel bad if she began to eat, and that's when he shows up. She settles for waiting and instead takes a drink of the sweet lemonade.

As Y/N sits waiting for Harry, her phone begins to ring and displays an unknown number but the city's area code. Every bone in her body tells her to prepare for the worst but hopes she's paranoid.

She takes a deep breath before answering and bringing the phone up to her ear.

"Hello, are you angel?" A deep voice man asks.

"It's Y/N. Actually, can I ask who's calling?" She's holding her breath; only one person calls her angel.

"I'm calling on behalf of Lieutenant Harry Styles. Harry has been in an accident and was taken to the hospital. He asked us to call an angel on his way to the hospital. We assumed you were one of his emergency contacts."

Y/N feels her hands begin to shake. "What hospital?"

The man on the phone rattles the information, and she lets it all sink in. He hangs up, and she sits there waiting on the bench for her date that will not be showing up.

Her phone rings again, she answers without looking at the caller.

"Y/N," she recognized the voice; it's Mitch, and if he's calling, then it must be true.

"Mitch," she whispers, not recognizing her own voice. It's shaky, tears beginning to well up.

"Where are you?"

"At the bistro a street down from the station." She replies, hoping he's coming for her.

"I'm close; we'll pick you up and go see him, darling." She nods but remembers he can't see her.

Y/N isn't sure why she's not crying. She feels the tears, but it's like they are stuck; her heart hurts, and she knows that says enough. "We were supposed to meet for lunch. I got worried when he didn't show up, but I didn't think--" he interrupts her.

"Harry is going to be fine, trust me. He's okay, and he needs us there."

Y/N doesn't reply because she sees him pulling in. Mitch is in the passenger seat, Sarah is driving. She doesn't say a word as she swings open the door and settles in the back.

She sets her hands in her lap; she can feel herself trembling. She can feel herself breaking because she won't know if he's okay until she sees him. Mitch can say he's fine, but she needs to see for herself.

Sarah and Mitch share a concerned look; Y/N doesn't notice her eyes looking out the window.

"Y/N?" Mitch begins, voice full of concern. "Do you- are you okay to go see him?"

"Of course." She replies quickly. "He needs me; well, I hope he does."

"Course he needs you. Needs his angel by his side." Sarah tells her calmly, wanting to see her smile, but it doesn't work because only Harry should be calling her that. She shouldn't be on her way to see him in a hospital bed. She should have seen him next to her on that bench as he ate his sandwich and gave her kiss and kiss as she told him stories.

They are silent the rest of the way. Sarah pulls into an empty parking space, and she rushes after Mitch, who seems to know exactly where Harry is as he rushes past the front desk. The only thing that slows them down is waiting for the elevator; she gladly would have taken the stairs if Mitch didn't tell her that he's on the sixth floor. Instead, she waits impatiently for the old elevator that will take her to see her love.

He is going to be okay. He has to be okay. Y/N keeps those thoughts running through her head as Mitch and Sarah guide her to room 613.

Mitch walks in first, holding the door open, Sarah places a comforting hand on her back, and Y/N feels supported and loved, but nothing prepares her for what she is about to walk into.

The constant beep of Harry's heart monitor is the only thing that can be heard in his private room. The beep is steady; it makes her let out a deep breath. The monitor already calming her down, she approaches slowly as if he'd wake if she'd walk any faster.

She sits in the uncomfortable chair next to his bed and pulls it as close as she can.

Y/N just stares at him, taking it all in. He looks like he's resting peacefully like he should originally have been when they started this day together. His curls are disheveled, his face dirty with smoke stains and a few gauzes wrapped around his arms. She can't see much else but knows he's got a road of recovery still ahead of him.

"Hi, Harry," she whispers, her hand slowly reaching under the white sheet to grab hold of his right hand. "I'm right here, okay. Take your time waking up; there's no rush. Just know that I'm not going anywhere."

She pauses, hoping for a reply even though she knows she won't get one. "We can also discuss how I'm sort of one of your emergency contacts."

Y/N presses her lips to his hand. "Need you to wake up, want to see those Rapunzal eyes." She sits back, not removing her hand from his. Sarah has not taken her eyes off of her, Sarah might feel like she might blow up soon, but being at his side, she has begun to feel better.

"Harry, we're here for you. The whole team is outside in the lobby, probably why they sent us to the floor with the biggest waiting area. Even young Carlos is out there, saying you gave them a scare but really hopes you never pick up another B-shift again." Mitch sniffles before stepping out of the room. Sarah walks over to where he was standing.

"Hey Harold, it's trivia night in a few days, and kind of counting on you to get us those free drinks." Sarah chuckles. "It's been a while since we've been in the hospital. I think it was when I made you all donate blood for that ambulance competition. Fun times, now you rest and get better. The good thing is you have the best nurse looking out for you." Sarah glances at Y/N, sending her a small smile.

Y/N sits back in her chair as Sarah sits in one by the window. She knows she's in for a long afternoon and an even longer night.

Harry's head is throbbing.

He's not sure why. The last he remembers is leaving Y/N's house to go for his shift at the station.

They were meeting for lunch; he's sure she wouldn't let him drink any alcohol on the job.

Harry slowly opens his eyes and is blinded by the bright light. He sees a photo of the sunset right in front of him, and a tv hung up; if he's not mistaken, he's in a hospital room, primarily due to being in an uncomfortable bed. The oxygen mask over his face is also a dead giveaway he was in an accident.

He looks around, and he sees he is not alone. His angel is sleeping, a tight grip on his right hand; she looks exhausted. Mitch walks in just as Harry was about to wake her. Y/N mumbles and sits up, pulling her hand away from his to rub the sleep away. Harry wants to tell her to stop knowing how much it actually irritates her eyes, especially when she tubs a little harsher than usual.

"Were you able to find tea, Mitch?" Y/N asks, looking over at him.

"Sarah's bringing it over." Mitch's gaze never turns to her staying on Harry; this confuses Y/N and turns back around in her seat to look at a resting Harry but instead finds his eyes on her.

"Harry!" Y/N scoots forward, grasps his hand in hers. "You're awake. Mitch, the nurse, please."

Harry raises his free hand to take off the mask. He wants to speak, but this won't allow him. "No, love. Got to keep it on."

Harry's eyes close, then flutter open. He stares at Y/N, his eyes kind but defiant. He takes the mask off, coughing a bit; it makes Y/N feel nauseous, knowing he's not doing so well.

"I think you need to keep it on, Harry." She says, "the nurse needs to see it when she comes in soon."

"Hey, angel," he says in a raspy voice. It sounds like he's in pain when he talks.

"Yes?" She asks.

"I'm sorry for scaring you."

Y/N shrugs, "no big deal. I wasn't even scared."

Harry smiles, showering her his dimples since she last saw him this morning. He begins to laugh but stops when it causes him to cough. Y/N lets him settle down before bending down to gently kiss him.

"Now, let that hold you over, and put the mask pack on."

Harry nods. "Anything for you, my angel."

It's a half-hour before the doctor comes in, and by that time, Harry had fallen back asleep, only just waking up a few minutes before the man walked through the door. Mitch alerted everyone outside he was awake and doing good.

Dr. Vazquez walked white coat open, displaying a purple button-up and a bright yellow tie. It puts a smile on Y/N's face.

"Hello, Mr. Styles. Glad you're awake."

"Me too, Doc. Nice tie."

Dr. Vaquez smiles, looking down at himself, "Thank you, my wife picks out my tie every morning before she heads off to work."

"Lucky man," Harry tells him.

"That I am." Dr. Vazquez replies. "You've got a mild concussion, nothing serious, but you are allowed to sleep while you're here. We've got a good team looking out for you. You've got a few burns, but those will heal nicely if properly cared for. A few deep bruises on your leg and one on your rib cage, no blood clots. It will hurt to walk for a few days."

"Nothing too bad, then," Harry sighs, relaxing in bed.

"I've looked at your charts, and it looks like you will be making a full recovery and should be back on the job in three or four weeks. In the meantime, you will need to stay overnight and keep taking in oxygen. I see the nurse changed your mask. Please don't remove this one." Harry nods. "Any questions?"

Harry shakes his head no, "Not at the moment."

"Alright, I'll be off then. I'll come to see you tomorrow midday, and we'll talk about going home. I hear you have a waiting room full of people dying to see; just be aware that visiting hours end at nine, but if you're kind to Nurse Lucy, she'll be lenient to ten."

"Thank you, Dr. Vazquez." Mitch and Y/N say in unison as the man exits the room.

"That's the quietest I've ever seen you, firebug." Harry teases.

"You hush." She lightly pats his arm.

Mitch laughs, "going to go tell them you're allowed, visitors."

Y/N and Harry sit in silence. He can tell she has something on her mind, a slight frown on her face. He wonders if it's about him if she won't be able to handle dating someone who can be hurt by the job. Harry honestly does not want to lose her.

"I'm going to step out," Y/N tells him, looking down at their joined hands, not wanting to meet his eyes.

"Y/N," Harry sighs.

"You've got lots of people waiting to see you and roughly have an hour to see them all. I'll be close by." She leans down, presses a kiss to his cheek, and walks out before he can reach out to stop her.

She steps out while a few members of his team come in to see him offering her a smile as she passes them. As much as she didn't want to leave him, she needed a moment away, and he needed a moment with his family.

God, Y/N has never felt so scared, and now a minute alone, everything is beginning to set in. She has no idea where the restroom is, and the next thing she knows, she's running into someone, but it seems they recognize her because they say her name, and the next thing she knows, she's crying, sinking to the floor. She feels arms wrap around her.

Shushes in her ear, brushing the ends of her hair. It's calming, but she needs to let all the tears she's been holding in.

"Y/N," she can now recognize the voice as Sarah's, "I'm going to help you stand and sit you in the chair.

Y/N feels herself nod.

She begins taking deep breaths, never letting Sarah pull her hand away. It is the only thing keeping her grounded.

"I got her some water." Y/N hears Frankie whisper handing it to Sarah before taking the seat to the left of her.

"I'm okay," she repeats. "I'm okay."

"Y/N," Sarah begins.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, sweetie." Frankie brushes her hair back.

"I'm supposed to be strong; I have to be strong to do this to stand by his side," Y/N tells them, beginning to let her emotions out.

"No one is expecting you not to cry."

"Bu-" Sarah interrupts her.

"No. stop. Accidents happen, and so do injuries. It's okay to be scared and hurt."

"I want to be strong for him." She whispers.

"You are. You never left his side; you talked to him. You're crying now because you care."

She wipes her eyes with her sweater sleeves. "I love him, and I was so scared that when I got the call, I'd never get to tell Harry."

"Then you tell him as soon as you walk back into his room."

"Thank you."

"Nothing to thank, I care about you, and I know Harry would be grateful to know you're not alone. You've always got us. Now let's grab something to eat, and we'll come back in an hour once all of them go home."

She chuckles. "Alright."

"Text me where you're sitting. I'll pop in to see Harry, then meet you."

"You don't have to," Y/N tells Frankie because she knows she is just as concerned about her friend.

"Are you kidding me? You're my friend first, always."

Sarah and Y/N walk down to the cafeteria. She knows she isn't okay but is feeling better, finally letting emotion out. It was only a matter of time before she let the dam break; she's just happy it was not in front of Harry.

The girls sit in the cafeteria munching on snacks for well over an hour. Mitch sends them a message letting them know all the crew has left and it's time to say goodbye for the night. Frankie wishes her goodnight downstairs with promises to come to see her tomorrow and bring her a change of clothes.

"Let's walk you back," Sarah tells her, linking their arms together.

"Do you think he'll know?" Sarah takes a good look at her and grimaces. "I'll just say I tripped, and it made me cry." Y/N jokes.

"I don't think he'll believe that."

"Yeah, me either." The girls walk out of the elevator as their laughter dies down.

They settle in silence as they make their way to his room, Sarah holding her hand leading the way. Mitch is in the chair she was in for so many hours before waiting for him to wake up. Mitch hears their footsteps and turns his head, but Harry is frowning, looking out the window at the dark sky.

Y/N doesn't know what to say, but one look at him has her heart filling up with relief; he's okay.

He's fine, and he gets to go home soon, and she gets to love him all she wants.

Harry turns his head as she steps forward. "Angel," he breathes out.

It makes her eyes well up with tears again. "I love you," she just lets it out, as if she's told Harry this every day as if she never went a moment not saying it.

"Oh my angel," Harry begins to cry, feeling overwhelmed and incredibly happy. His angel loves him, and although this isn't a perfect day, the moment is.

Mitch and Sarah sneak out quietly, shutting the door behind them to give them their privacy.

"I love you so much. Please come here." Harry replies, voice shaky.

In the next second, she's moving forward, pulling the chair as close as she can as he grabs her hands, squeezing them tightly. She leans down and presses her lips to his chapped pink lips. They move gently, pouring all their love and fears into the kiss. Telling each other that the worst is over and they are together, and they are fine. Y/N pulls back, knowing she can't kiss him as long as she'd like due to his sensitive lungs.

"Harry, I love you, and I was so scared I'd never get to say it."

"I'm sorry, angel; I never wanted you to get a call like this, at least not before talking about it."

"Me either," She sniffles, no longer able to control her tears, "but it happened, and I'm just happy you're okay."

"I'm okay," he repeats. She smiles, taking one of her hands out of his hold to wipe his tears away; Harry can't help but lean his head into her gentle touch. "I'm okay because my angel is always looking after me.

"Harry."

"It's true. I've never been luckier and safer since you came into my life." She smiles. "But there's something we have to talk about." He continues, and by the tone of his voice, it's going to be serious.

"Are you okay?"

"What? I'm fine. You're the one in a hospital bed." Her tone is defensive.

"There's something wrong. I can see it."

Y/n sighs, taking a deep breath. She takes her hand out of his hold.

Harry is quick to mask his hurt.

"I don't like that you're hurt. I hate that we aren't at home in the kitchen dancing around to your Sunday playlist as I bake you a new treat." She says in a rush.

"Hey, love, relax," he says and gestures for her to move in closer. She does so, allowing him to take hold of her hands with a firm grip this time.

"You're upset because I got hurt?" She nods in reply to his question. It's stupid because, of course, he's going to get hurt; it'd be naive to think he wouldn't in his job.

"It's part of the job." He says simply. It's something he wants her to accept and remember. She thinks back to a month into dating when he told her about his ex-girlfriend and how she couldn't handle the unknown of the job each day he left her. Y/N thought she'd be fine, but she loves him, and losing him would be something she could never recover from.

"I know. It's just not easy to see." Her voice was quiet and defeated.

"What do we do?" Harry asks, and Y/N freezes; she can feel her heart beating in her ears.

What do we do?

"What do you mean?" She can feel her hands begin to shake.

"This can happen again." He gestures to him in the hospital bed.

"I know." She says softly.

"Is this something you can handle or not?" He asks very direct. She knows this might not be the first time he's had the conversation, but she just told him she loved him, and he's questioning her. She's allowed to feel this way, but it doesn't mean she can't handle it.

"Y/N," he begins, "I'm incredibly happy with you. I see you and me together for a long time. You're it for me, but this job is my life."

"I know," she repeats. "I would never ask you to give up your job."

Harry stares at her; heartbreak passes through his eyes. "Are you asking me to give you up?

She shakes her and begs for the tears not to fall, but it's no use. She feels them falling and can't wipe them as Harry has a hold of her hands.

"Harry, I love you." He frowns as if fearing the worst. "I love you, and I'd rather love you every moment I have you than let you go now and never know what could have been."

"Oh, thank god." Harry lets out a deep breath. She giggles. "I'm sorry we couldn't have this conversation earlier; honestly, I feared if I brought it up, you could possibly break up with me, and I selfishly wanted to have you longer."

"Well, I'm not going anywhere, not if it's up to me. Seeing you laid up is hard but knowing I get to be there for you makes up for it. Also helps that I'm a nurse."

"That it does."

Y/n grins at Harry, leaning in to kiss him, short and sweet for now. Each kiss never fails to make her heart race, and due to Harry's heart monitor, she knows it does the same to him. They sit in silence, staring at each other as Harry traces small shapes against Y/N's cheeks, loving the feeling of her in his hand. Especially when she lets out a soft giggle when he hits a sensitive spot.

"Move in with me," Y/N blurts out after a while of silence.

It shocks Harry. "What?"

"Until you're better. That way, I can be your in-home nurse."

"Only until I'm better?" She nods. "So, you'll give me the boot after." Harry teases.

Y/N can feel her cheeks warming up but pushes through, "Only if you're a bad patient."

Harry smiles, dimples on full display for her, always for her. "Okay, I can be good and naughty only when you ask."

"Harry!" She gasps.

He throws his head back, laughing.

"God, I'm so lucky to love you." His words warm her heart, and she promises to tell him every day from now on.

"Now get up here and cuddle me. I got Mitch to cue up Netflix."

"Are you sure?" She stands slipping her shoes off, knowing he won't be taking no for an answer.

"Going to deprive an injured man of what he wants most?"

"Guess not."

"Good."

Y/N crawls on and lays on his side, carefully resting her head on his chest. Harry presses kiss after kiss for his comfort, knowing he will be okay and has his favorite person by his side. She chooses Legally Blonde knowing it's Harry's comfort movie as much as he tries to deny it.

For an unusual start to their Sunday, it ends right; together in bed, a hospital bed but nonetheless a bed, together arms wrapped tight around each other.

Y/N might not have liked that Harry got hurt, but he's okay, and he will recover.

That's all she could ever ask for.

thank you so much for reading!

please send me a message of what you thought or if you'd like to see more firefighter harry

I adore you. take care xx

#harry styles #harry styles writing #harry styles fan fiction #harry styles one shot #harry styles au #harry styles angst #harry styles ou #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles fluff #firefighter!harry #harry fanfic #harry fluff #harry styles blurb #harry styles imagine #my writing

[blackbutlerfandomnerddomain]

I received your ask you saying you didn't have ideal for ship headcanons so let's go:

Trey, Cater and Jade inherit the Clovers' bakery. Trey and Jade work in the kitchen while Cater works at the cashier and is responsible for marketing through MagiCam posts.

Riddle has a huge garden full of roses. In the middle of it there is a lake where some golden fish live. Floyd named each one of the fish and sometimes both of them talk with the fish.

Ace gives white camellias to Kalim and red dahlias to Jamil, because he thinks these flowers fit them very much.

THANK YOU SO MUUUUUUUUUCH~!!!

ARH ITS TOO CUTE!!

OKAY! Lets go through these ship by ship!

First off: Mermaid,Baker,PhotoHare (I don't know I took a jump on a name)

I think it goes without show Trey was going to get the bakery but I see then having built a dream apartment above the bakery as well as remodel said bakery to more of each their style after they graduate

I can also see Jade still working / helping out Azul and Floyd as he helps / works at the bakery

Omfg maybe Azul comes over along with Floyd and Riddle!

I can see these three going on one on one dates sometimes just to get out but also to really fuck with the neighbors who don't know the whole story

Cater would randomly takes pictures of Trey and Jade working and put a bunch of filters and stickers on them whenever it's a slow day

Cater learned not to be too much of a jokester in the kitchen after taking a break to mess with them while they take a momentary break of baking and came back cashiering with a sign of flour hands on his clothes

Both Jade and Cater learn to rarely wear black pants or else flour hands on the butts

Okay, now it's ElectricGoldfish (again, tried, it's FloydRiddle):

It's funny you mentioned a lake in Riddle garden cause I literally had a conversation with a friend who said he saw the morning routine

Like if Jade and Azul lived nearby where ever Riddle lives and Jade takes it up to him every morning to swim across the lake / small ocean (I dunno the word sorry) to wake up Floyd and Riddle since they place a bed in a would be balcony on the ground floor so Floyd could do his morning swims and what not and Riddle could watch

T^T My heart

With the part where they talk to the fish I can see if they had a bit of a fight they BOTH go to the fish in the lake on different parts of the day to vent and express worry their partner is angry at him

Why do I see Riddle being more open about PDA by the time the two live together?

Floyd totally asks Riddle if he would like to strangle his parents if they bug him too much in no contact

Riddle's like "Floyd, what the fuck?"

And finally. . . (trying again with names) MagicalRainSerpant / Desert-Flowers-Plus-One -Brain-Cell:

(I couldn't find any good stims of Kalim but I just LOVE them in their Gala outfits!)

Origin of the flowers. . .

Ace was taking a walk one day, maybe picking some stuff up without Jamil and Kalim, when he walked pass a flower shop

No words were spoken at that moment, he just looked at the rows of flowers and saw the two sets placed side by side as if out of fate

With the white camellias he saw Kalim's brightness in the room and the floof his short white hair gets when he wakes up in the morning

With the red dahlias he remembered Jamil's overblot aftermath when he saw him dancing along side Kalim and Floyd, how he grew to want to know more of his basketball teammate

As memories start growing the more he looked at the flowers he took money out of his wallet and bough two small bouquets of each flower and one bigger one of them mixed

He took those flowers home and presented it them to his boys

Kalim and Jamil later on starts buying Ace red roses once Ace started buying red dahlias and white camellias

For Jamil, it was at first a joke to poke fun at his dorm

That changed when Kalim explains his answer,

"Well, they just remind me of you. The redness of you hair, the fact you are a sweet and gentle person who hides it behind tough thorns, and whenever I look at them I think of all the great things you have done for others despite getting in trouble."

Since then the house hold began to grow red roses, white camellias, and red dahlias in their small garden along side spices and some veggies

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland headcanon #jade x trey x cater #floyd x riddle #ace × jamil × kalim #jamil x ace x kalim #ace x jamil #ace x kalim #jamil x kalim #these are honestly so cute so omfg #GET READY TO ONE DAY GET A DRAWING BASED OFF ONE HEADCANON EACH!

[oh-atlas]

AN ALTAR (1.7k, Ophelia & Luce, maybe tw for fantasy catholicism)

what do you mean this isn't heterosexual normal activity between two girl besties. set when they're around 17 only just a year or so before ophelia has to leave the church : )

"You didn't go to the dawn rites."

The sound of Luce's voice doesn't surprise Ophelia. She's the only person that would come back here. Ophelia's at their spot, sitting cross-legged behind the woodshed near the cemetery, picking at white clover in the grass. She rolls the stems of the little white flowers between her calloused fingers.

"I didn't sleep well." She says softly.

She didn't sleep well because she couldn't stop dreaming about Luce. Dreams she shouldn't be having about a friend. Her lips on her cheek, on her throat, her hands on her hips. Ways she knows they shouldn't touch, but her heart aches for.

Luce plops down next to her, matching her pose and lightly bumps her shoulder into Ophelia's. "Maybe if you stay up all night you'll stop being late for breakfast."

"Ha ha," Ophelia says flatly, but a slight smile curves the corner of her lips.

Luce turns and looks fondly at her. She can see the faint circles under Ophelia's eyes through strands of her hair, glowing in the faint silvery daylight.

"Do you wanna sleep with me tonight?"

Ophelia pulls a face and doesn't meet her eyes, focusing on spinning the clover in her hands, "We're not kids anymore."

"No, but," Luce bumps into her again, "That doesn't mean best friends can't have a sleepover."

Ophelia lifts her gaze and turns to look at Luce. Her eyes are gleaming with mirth and there's an everlasting infectious smile on her face. Ophelia scowls slightly in response, trying not to smile, trying to ignore her thumping heart racing in her chest.

"Oh come here," Luce swings an arm around Ophelia, pulling her towards her.

And Ophelia lets her body fall slow until her head is in Luce's lap. She twists to get more comfortable, laying on her back, stretching out her legs, looking up at Luce. Her face is haloed by the faint light that pierces Barovia's fog, peeking over the decaying roof of the woodshed. She looks like an angel, or one of the fractal images of saints, bright and polished in the church's windows.

Luce brushes Ophelia's hair out of her face, fingers trailing across her forehead so gently she nearly shivers. "You okay?" Luce asks.

Ophelia draws in an unsteady breath and exhales, "Yeah."

Luce smiles faintly, fingers still running through her hair, almost as if she is soothing herself. "Ophelia?"

"Hm?"

She looks uncertain, hesitant when she says, "Have you been avoiding me? Is something wrong?"

Ophelia blinks. She wasn't sure if Luce would notice. There were her feelings. The feelings she wouldn't name, even in her head, but there were also Priestess Sorina's words. You're a distraction to her. Her connection to the Morninglord is sacred and cannot be compromised. She has a chance to do actual good in Barovia if she focuses on her prayers, her meditations, on cultivating her light. She shines so bright and you cast a shadow on her.

Ophelia lies, the words slick and sacrilegious on her tongue, "Just been busy. They've got me cleaning the kitchens and going out to cut wood for the fires, doing errands in towns. Also, I've gotta show up for dawn rites, sunset vespers, whatever else they ask me."

Luce's brows furrow slightly for just a moment before her expression softens and she grins again, teasing, "Oh is that why you're getting so strong?" She reaches over Ophelia's body and pats her shoulder.

She can't help but laugh, the sound bubbles out of her throat, from deep inside, a noise buried, low and resonant. Luce's smile broadens in return. "Hmm, and what if I'm tired, could you carry me back to my room?"

Ophelia snorts, "You have two perfectly good legs."

"And you have two perfectly good arms."

Ophelia rolls her eyes.

"Okay fine," Luce concedes, "You don't have to carry me back to the chapel if we can have a sleepover tonight."

"I've gotta light the lanterns in the graveyard."

"Then come to my room after," Luce says matter-of-factly.

Ophelia smiles lightly, realizing she can't win this squabble, "Yeah, okay, fine."

"I'll make sure you sleep! Just like you did for me when we were little." Luce insists, looking intently at Ophelia. Her tone loses its playful lilt, "Can I do that for you, please? I can braid your hair? You used to like that."

Ophelia's throat tightens. She likes the feeling of Luce's hands in her hair and how close they are. Just as much now as she did then. She knows she shouldn't do this, even if she wants it. It'll just make it harder for her. For Luce too. But she can't bring herself to deny her either. "Yeah. I'd like that."

Luce beams and her smile chases away any of Ophelia's reluctance.

Hours later, after the sky has darkened to pitch black, the dull moon glows faintly hidden behind the mists. Ophelia walks quietly through the church. She knows which room is Luce's, they used to share it until they got older and Luce's powers grew. Then she was given more space, more respect, even reverence.

A sliver of golden light, brighter than any candle, cuts a sharp line under the familiar door frame. Ophelia slowly turns the handle of Luce's door and slips inside.

A globe of sunlight floats at the ceiling, occasionally bouncing against it, Ophelia looks up at it in awe. She's seen Luce cast magic, create light and heal, and empower. The first time Luce ever used magic was when she accidentally hurt herself climbing a tree. Ophelia had sprained her ankle, was bruised and crying under the crabapple tree. But when Luce put her hands on her cheeks, told her everything's going to be okay, and wiped her tears away, warmth flooded her body and all the pain went away.

"You have soot on your face," Luce says and Ophelia glances from the light back down to her as she approaches. She stops in front of her, raises a hand, and rubs it off of Ophelia's chin.

Luce's eyes flick up to meet Ophelia's as she takes her hand away, "Where are your nightclothes?"

"In my room. I can just sleep in this—"

Luce crinkles her nose and pouts, "Absolutely not." She bounces over to the chest at the foot of her bed, opens it, and swiftly hurls a rumpled nightgown at Ophelia. "Get changed, you."

Ophelia opens her mouth and tries to speak. Only a choked, startled sound comes out and she feels her face turn bright red.

Luce straightens, "Are you embarrassed?" She pauses, and when Ophelia doesn't respond, she continues, "You're so funny, we used to change together all the time. I can turn around if you want."

Ophelia closes her mouth and nods, unable to trust her ability to speak.

Luce smiles, "Okay," and turns to face the wall.

Ophelia turns as well, trying to keep her hands from shaking as she takes her clothes off. She focuses on the wall, the whirls and patterns in the wood grain, the shadow she casts from the light on the ceiling. Her eyes settle near the floor, on one of the scratched baseboards. Their initials are still scrawled there. L S + O T. She can't help but smile when she remembers them as children, down on their hands and knees, carving the lettering into the wood with a butter knife. She slips the nightgown over her head and bunches her clothing together, setting them next to her worn boots in the corner.

"You can turn around now," Ophelia says, glancing to face Luce who promptly spins back to face her. She's smiling instantly and hurries over to her dresser to retrieve a comb and black ribbon.

"Okay, now come here, " Luce says, sitting on the edge of the bed and motioning to the space next to her.

Ophelia joins her, turning away. Luce begins to hum a hymn they've known since they were toddlers and gently combs through the ends of her hair. She closes her eyes and loses track of time as Luce works, lost in the sensation. This is so familiar. Home. It's something sacred between them that tugs at Ophelia's heart. This is what the divine feels like, she thinks. This is what she should feel when she's kneeling at the altar. But she only finds this warmth, this calm when she's with Luce.

And it's terrifying. She feels nothing, no matter how hard she prays, no matter how hard she wishes she could, she feels none of the Morninglord's love. She has recited psalms until her throat went hoarse, she has stayed at vigil for nights on end, hoping one dawn, the sun would rise inside her chest and fill her with light. It never does. So she stands in the presence of his, her, their brightest light and hopes that it is enough to make her feel holy.

"All done," Luce says softly.

Ophelia opens her eyes, realizing the corners of her eyes are wet with tears. She wipes them away quickly and turns to face Luce. "Thank you."

"Of course. Now come on, you look tired."

She pulls back the sheets and gestures to Ophelia to lay down first. Ophelia does, tucking herself between the wall and Luce, facing away from her. The light in the room fades as Luce pulls the sheets over them both.

"Goodnight Ophelia."

"Night Luce."

Ophelia feels Luce's hand on her head, lightly stroking her hair, running down her neck, over her back. She touches her gently and even that is enough to make Ophelia's heart start to beat faster. She's not going to fall asleep like this. And then Luce starts to sing. Not a hymn, a lullaby.

A rush of fatigue overtakes Ophelia after just the first lines. She sang this to Luce when she had nightmares when they were young. And now. It's been so long since they were together at night, bodies curved and aligned to make space for each other. Gentle lullabies to chase off the ghosts of the night. She's missed it. She wants this every night. Ophelia doesn't remember falling asleep. But she knows when she wakes before dawn, it's the best sleep she's had in weeks.

#ch: ophelia #aes: ophelia #ch: luce #aes: luce #r: ophelia x luce #mine: writing #if u don't clap i'll blow this blog up ashlkghkg #i am SO FUCKING SLEEBY #i was one bad decision away from actually writing lyrics to that lullaby but i will save that for later #i love them #this is as happy as it gets apparently #VERY bad at writing things that don't become at least a LITTLE bittersweet when it comes to opheluce #i also take no responsibility for the last hair braiding internal ophelia monologue #i don't know how that happened don't ask me #🩸

[five-rivers]

Cultivar

For @feministhotline

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Consider Brassica oleracea, wild cabbage, a single species of plant. Once humans got their hands on it, they bred it into useful and radically different cultivars. Cabbage, kale, collard greens, kai-lan, brussels sprouts, broccoli, and cauliflower, to name a few. Not to mention the cousins of the species, which included turnips, bok choy, rapeseed, and mustard.

If people did this for a moderately tasty plant, it was, therefore, foolish to think that there was only one cultivar of blood blossom, a plant that could affect ghosts in such an intimate way.

The blood blossoms ghost hunters had gotten their hands on had been bred to cause ghosts paralyzing agony when in close proximity. A good idea in theory, but short sighted in the long run. Especially when the cultivar was unable to affect half-ghosts in their human forms.

There were more interesting varieties.

The one commonly known as ghost nip, with its lily-like flowers, compelled ghosts to consume their stamens, which both induced a sense of calm and euphoria in the ghost and caused the ghost to begin producing pollen for the flower, which in turn would be spread to other flowers when the ghost moved on, fertilizing them. Those were valued among some ghosts as a recreational drug and reviled among others.

The ­tattoo rose’s microscopic seeds would take root and spread delicate, glowing vines just under a ghost’s skin, feeding off their ectoplasm. When prepared to reproduce, thumbnail-sized red flowers would burst from beneath the ghost’s skin. The process tended to weaken the host, render them lethargic and hungry, but tattoo roses were also beautiful and, somewhat counterintuitively, had a notable stabilizing effect on the ghosts they inhabited. Many weak ghosts, or ghosts on the verge of dissolution, had been saved by the tattoo rose. It was lucky for everyone else, however, that the tattoo rose was not, like its namesake, permanent, but only lasted through three blooming cycles before fading.

Hanahaki was a very niche cultivar, one that subsisted exclusively on the stresses and emotions associated with unrequited or unconfessed love. It grew primarily in the mouths, throats, and lungs of ghosts unfortunate enough to have them. Although ghosts have no need to breathe, those afflicted often lost the ability to speak. It had been bred in one of the Cherry Kingdoms, as a punishment for one of the Empress’s suitors.

Meanwhile, false poppies – named for their effect more than their appearance – made ghosts drowsy. There were stories of ghost falling asleep in beds of false poppy blood blossoms and waking only when their blooming season was over, roots having grown over their still forms. Less potent false poppies could, if one were careful, be harvested for sedatives.

Witch’s clover was another one that had first been used by humans. Ghosts exposed to it became more suggestible, gullible, pliant, and vulnerable to other forms of control, such as hypnosis. A boon for a group of people who gained power from their dealings with ghosts. Of course, some ghosts had use for it as well.

The saltseed varietal had sparked the myth that ghosts were repelled by salt. In truth, the tiny, cubic white seeds of the plant simply absorbed ectoenergy so quickly and so efficiently that ghosts would recoil from it.

Then, on the opposite end of that spectrum, was the wishing rose, which would give any ghost who touched it a massive boost of ectoenergy—all while injecting them with one of its seed pods. Which would eventually explode to spread their seeds. The explosion typically wasn’t fatal to the ghost, but that didn’t mean it was pleasant.

None of this even touched on the hybrids Sam was developing. It was a tricky proposition. It was difficult to tell exactly what any given hybrid would be like, what traits they would pick up, what new traits might arise from the combination. None of the ones she had tried so far had the combination of effects she wanted.

However, she had a much greater ability to experiment than any other ghost or human. Her father’s power combined with her human immunity to most blood blossom effects guaranteed it.

The hybrid she was currently carrying showed promise in early trials. Now, she was taking it to the real test.

She emerged from the great forest that had grown in the ruins of Amity Park and smiled at the sun on her face. Her dress of petals rustled behind her as her father’s vines shifted behind her.

Ahead of her, on a small hill, stood a dome made of blood blossom vines and scavenged ironwork and glass. Concentric rings of blood blossoms, each containing a different mix of cultivars, surrounded it. She checked the health of the plants as she passed, revitalizing the ones that seemed to be wilting with a thought.

When she reached the dome, she gestured, and the vines peeled back, opening a hidden door as they went. It squealed, announcing her presence.

In another life, she might have thought about oiling the hinges. Now, it didn’t even cross her mind as she entered her greenhouse, her miniature garden, which she had constructed for one person and one person alone.

One person who was, aggravatingly, hiding from her. Again.

She rolled her eyes and surveyed her surroundings as the gate shrieked shut behind her.

It was hot and humid in the dome, the air full of luminous clouds of pollen, thick enough that even a person without allergies might have trouble breathing, might feel drowsy. More practically, it prevented the inhabitant from using a certain sound-based weapon.

The blood blossoms were healthy, for the most part. The ones whose vines comprised the main structure of the dome were thick and strong, their hanging blooms full of color. A version of false poppy, they kept the ghost contained within from destroying the dome in partnership with the saltseed planted around its base. Elsewhere in the dome, the more healing varieties were largely untouched. Although, the ghost nip had been destroyed. Again.

(How stubborn. She had planted them with the hope that he would, for once, relax.)

The fruits and vegetables, some ghostly, others largely human, which had been planted to provide more material sustenance for the garden’s inhabitant, appeared to have been cared for and harvested since Sam’s last visit. Good. She didn’t want to deal with a pointless hunger strike.

The spring at the center of the dome burbled merrily.

“Danny,” called Sam. “I have something for you. Won’t you come out? We haven’t talked for so long.”

She could, of course, give him her gift without being anywhere near him, such were the powers her father gave to her, but she really did want to talk to him.

“There’s nothing to talk about,” said Danny, who was hiding in a tree.

“There’s always something to talk about. My offer still stands. It gets boring without you, Danny.”

“Maybe you should have thought about that before you used everyone else for fertilizer!”

“Well, I can’t exactly take it back,” said Sam. “It was something father decided on.”

Silence.

Danny, scowling, jumped out of the apple tree. He stumbled somewhat on landing. The prolific blood blossoms combined with his sporadic eating habits and the heat had weakened his core. His skin was slick with sweat. Or, perhaps, he had taken a dip in the spring, earlier.

Sam felt a fond smile spread across her lips. It really had been too long.

“What do you want?” asked Danny, leaning against the trunk of the tree. He kept glancing at her but seemed unable to hold her gaze for any length of time.

She walked closer.

“It’s good to see you, Danny. Isn’t it enough for me to want to see a friend?”

“Yes,” said Danny, bluntly. “Why don’t you go see Tucker?”

Sam sighed. “I’m sorry you feel that way, Danny.”

He flinched. “Stop saying my name,” he muttered. “You aren’t her.”

Her smile became more forced. Well. He was back on that, now, was he? No matter.

She flicked her fingers, sending the miniscule seeds she had brought with her to Danny, and waited. Tattoo roses rooted quickly, and so did this hybrid.

She knew the process had started when Danny hissed and started clawing at his skin. She grabbed his hands, stopping him.

“W-what—” he started before Sam shushed him.

This hybrid had a number of useful features, having been developed from tattoo roses, witch’s clover, and false poppy. It was, as was the case with all tattoo roses, impossible to get away from. The mild false poppy effects lowered the ghost’s defenses and provided an analgesic effect that was necessary given the greater size of the cultivar compared to the typical tattoo rose. The contribution of the witch’s clover was pliability, rendering the affected ghost docile and obedient. Finally, as an extra treat, Sam had discovered that the hybrid could last up to ten blooming cycles. Cycles she would use her abilities to draw out for as long as possible.

Danny sunk to his knees, his breathing, already heavy, becoming ragged.

“Hurt-sss,” hissed Danny, shuddering.

Sam cradled his head, noting how feverish he felt, a welcome change from the frigid, hypothermic temperature he’d maintained for the months after Amity Park fell. “Shhh, shhh, it won’t last long.” She traced the slightly raised and vibrantly glowing skin that indicated the presence of a vine. As she did so, she started to feel the leaves unfurl and tiny buds begin to form. “There we are. How does that feel?”

Danny raised his head. His eyes were foggy, unfocused, his pupils blown wide. “Who?” he slurred.

“It’s me, Sam.”

“Hmn, Sam. Id’nfeels’g’d.” He let his head drop back to her lap as small flowers began to force themselves out of the skin of his scalp.

Sam examined the flowers closely, pinching off the ones that seemed ill-formed. She would have to monitor Danny carefully for the next little while, to see how he adapted. He took so much care to cultivate. Truly, a tender, delicate, hothouse flower. But it was worth it.

After all, out of all the plants her father had given her, all the flowers in her garden, blood blossom cultivars included, Danny was surely her most prized.

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[brown-little-robin]

Strange asks: 🌿🌲 🌸 🍯 🎬 🌃

🌿 — Would you prefer to visit the zoo or the botanical gardens?

The zoo! I looooove wild animals. Looking at them and drawing them in person is SO great. I tend to linger at the zoo longer than anyone else wants to.

Also, I'm allergic to nearly every flower except clover, so I enjoy the botanical gardens but I end up with puffy itchy eyes and a drippy nose by the end. :(

🌲 — Tell me about a happy childhood memory.

The one I was thinking of with the pine tree emoji was one of my very first memories. I was very small... under six years of age... and we were living in a very old termite-infested house, outside of which grew at least three big old long-needled pine trees. I would gather up those lovely long soft needles and form birds' nests out of them.

🌸 — What do you wear to feel Fancy™?

Blazers! Formal blazers, my absolute beloveds. Also a beautiful double-breasted... coat/sweater? which in my mind is similar. It's funny you gave me a flapper dress once, because much as I loved it, I actually dress more in the male 1920s style when I'm going for fancy.

🍯 — Do you have a favorite mug / jar / item of cookware?

YES! I have a fox mug with a fluffy white tail for a handle! I use it for hot chocolate, mostly.

🎬 — Do you have comfort movies / comfort shows?

Sort of! I don't re-watch shows much, but I'm fond of Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Mom and I watched through all seven seasons of it together in the last years of my high school life. As far as movies... I really love WALL*E. It makes me so nostalgic and happy every time I see it.

🌃 — Tell me about a town or city that’s important to you.

I grew up in Pella, Iowa, which was settled by Dutch people a long time back and is Very, Very Dutch still. It's a thriving tourist town, especially during the week of Tulip Time, with lots of small local businesses that do quite nicely.

This picture isn't mine; it's from Tulip Time 2019, I believe. You can sort of see the architecture in the background; the whole town is like that. I just... I cannot emphasize too much how utterly beautiful the whole town is. Look it up. It's fantastic. Also, it's beautiful by city law; businesses can't build in Pella unless they agree to do Dutch-style architecture, meaning even the WalMarts and the Caseys have Dutch-style roofs. When we moved away from Pella I was quite saddened to learn that not all towns in America are so pretty!

This picture is inside of the Pella Public Library, where I used to spend a lot of time. Windmills are very important in Pella; we have a working grain windmill as well as several decorative ones all over town, and logos of local businesses often feature windmills.

Pella devotes a lot more resources to the arts than most towns. It has a community theatre, a gigantic well-funded library, a museum, a living-history village, an opera house AND a cinema AND a community center. It's fantastic.

I have a love-hate relationship with the culture of the town, though... it's very classist, somewhat racist, very conservative, VERY cliquish; if you haven't grown up there and known all the major families by heart, you're going to have an EXTREMELY hard time finding any sense of community there. The saying in Pella goes "If you're not Dutch, you're not much"... and my family is not Dutch. Also, I was homeschooled, and I had a sad kind of outsider experience of the Pella homeschool community.

So: it's complicated. I'll ramble about it for a long time, but it comes down to: the architecture and overall town design is wonderful, the arts and businesses thrive there, the people are difficult to get to know, and I had a difficult childhood there.

Thank you for the ask! :)

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