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writers-potion · 2 months

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Plant Symbolisms 🌱🌿🪴

Flora have a special corner in literature.

Starting from the Greco-Roman period when certain plants were representative of gods (like olive trees for Athena), plants have meant more than just a source of food or pleasure.

Lotus - Symbol of creation, rebirth, and the sun. The blue lotus represents spiritual enlightenment, while the white lotus symbolizes purity.

Papyrus - Represents prosperity, growth, and regeneration, often associated with the Nile River and the goddess Isis.

Mandrake - Associated with love, fertility, and aphrodisiac properties.

Poppy - Symbol of sleep, healing, and regeneration, often associated with the god of sleep, Hypnos.

Rose - Represents love, beauty, and the goddess Aphrodite.

Jasmine - Symbol of sensuality, love, and spiritual growth.

Palm - Represents victory, triumph, and eternal life, often associated with the god Osiris.

Acacia - Symbolizes resurrection and the afterlife, linked to the god Osiris and the Tree of Life.

Cornflower - Represents fertility, abundance, and regeneration.

Anemone - Symbol of protection, healing, and renewal.

Anemone, garden: Forsaken.

Almond, flowering: Hope.

Balm: Sympathy.

Bamboo: The emblem of Buddha. The seven-knotted bamboo denotes the seven degrees of initiation and invocation in Buddhism.

Bay leaf: I change but in death.

Bell flower, white: Gratitude.

Bluebell: Constancy.

Broken flower: A life terminated, mortality.

Buttercup: Cheerfulness.

Calla lily: Symbolises marriage.

Campanula: Gratitude.

Carnation, red: Beauty always new

Chrysanthemum: I love.

Clover, white: Think of me.

Clover, four-leaved: Be mine.

Cinquefoil: maternal affection, beloved daughter.

Convolvulus, major: Extinguished hopes or eternal sleep.

Coreopsis, Arkansa: Love at first sight.

Crocus: Youthful gladness.

Cuckoo Pint: Ardour.

Cypress tree: Designates hope.

Daffodil: Death of youth, desire, art, grace, beauty, deep regard.

Daisy: Innocence of child, Jesus the Infant, youth, the Son righteousness, gentleness, purity of thought.

Daisy, garden: I share your sentiment.

Dead leaves: Sadness, melancholy.

Dogwood: Christianity, divine sacrifice, triumph of eternal life, resurrection.

Fern: Sincerity, sorrow.

Figs, Pineapples: Prosperity, eternal life.

Fleur-de-lis: Flame, passion, ardour, mother.

Flower: frailty of life.

Forget-me-not: Remembrance / true love.

Furze or Gorse: Enduring affection.

Grapes: represent Christ.

Grapes and leaves: Christian faith.

Harebell: Grief.

Hawthorn: Hope, merriness, springtime.

Heartsease or Pansy: I am always thinking of you.

Holly: Foresight.

Honeysuckle: Bonds of love, generosity and devoted affection.

Honesty: Sincerity.

Ivy: Memory, immortality, friendship, fidelity, faithfulness, undying affection, eternal life, marriage.

Jonquil: “I hope for a return of affection.”

Lalla: Beauty, marriage.

Laurel leaves: Special achievement, distinction, success, triumph.

Marigold: Grief or despair.

Morning glory: Resurrection, mourning, youth, farewell, brevity of life, departure, mortality.

Mystic rose: Mother.

*some of these flower symbols have Greek or Roman origins but were also used in ancient Egyptian culture.

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🖱️References

https://www.proflowers.com/blog/plant-symbolism-guide

https://www.pinterest.com/pin/396668679699365428/

https://lilysflorist.com/blog/the-symbolism-of-flowers-in-literature-and-poetry-a-look-at-the-hidden-meanings-of-blooms-in-classic-texts/#:~:text=Rose%20%2D%20Represents%20love%2C%20beauty%2C,and%20the%20Tree%20of%20Life.

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phae-undergrove · 1 year

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SAMAHIN

CORRESPONDENCES

Symbolism:

change, death and regeneration, end of old projects, knowledge, new beginnings, return, transformation,

Symbols:

acorns, bats, bones, besom or broom, cats, cauldron, crows/ravens, Death, gourds, Jack-o-Lantern, leaves, pumpkins, pentacle, skulls

Colors:

red, orange, yellow, green, purple, silver, gold, brown, black

Food and Drink:

apples, ale, beets, cider, cranberries, hazelnuts, mugwort tea, mulled wine, pork, pomegranates, pumpkins, potatoes, pies/cakes for the dead, squash, turnips

Alter decor:

Acorns,Apples, Black Candles, Brooms, Carved Pumpkins, Cauldron, Fall flowers & leaves, Nuts & Berries, Photographs of deceased loved ones, Pomegranates, bones

Herbs:

apple leaf, almonds, bay leaf, nettle, hemlock, cloves, cinnamon, mandrake, marigold, mums, mugwort, pine, rosemary, sage, wormwood, tarragon, rue, garlic, ginger, hazelnut, allspice, broom Allspice, Broom, Calendula, Comos, Chrysanthemum, Deadly Nightshade, Mint, Nutmeg, Thistle,

Incense & Oils:

Benzoin, Copal, Heliotrope, Mastic Resin, Sage, Sandalwood, Sweetgrass. Wormwood

Trees:

Apple. Hazel, Oak, Pomegranate

Deities:

Hekate, The Crone, Cerridwen, Bast, Persephone, Horned Hunter, Cernunnos, Osiris, Hades, Anubis, Loki, Arawn, Dis, and any other death/underworld god or goddess

Crystals and Gemstones:

black obsidian, jasper, onyx, bloodstone, smoky quartz, carnelian, Aquamarine,

Animals:

cats, especially black cats, bats, spiders, rats, wolves, snakes, ravens and crows, owls, stags, jackals, scorpions

Magic:

Do NOT, entice spirits, disrespect them, or perform any other magic that is anything less than respectful.

This is the time to honor the dead.

Set up an altar,

serve them cakes,

and let them know they are not forgotten.

If you wish to communicate with deceased friends and family, this is definitely the best time of year. making communication easy.

in the form of runes,

scrying,

tarot,

tea readings,

etc.

Reflect over the previous year

perform blessing spells to ring in the new year.

Banishing magic( especially those for bad habits)

Astral projection,

lucid dreaming,

hedge riding are also seen to much easier to perform on this night but remember to be safe 🤍

Please keep in mind this is by no means a complete list but an overview of some symbols, colors, herbs, deities, etc. If I have missed something that you feel should make the list, please feel free to reblog and add to the lists! I try to stay on top of edits like that🥰

If you liked this check out my breakdown of samahin post!

Merry meet! Phae (b)

#witchblr #beginner witch #witchcraft #baby witch #witchy tips #witchcraft 101 #witch #book of shadows #grimoire #digital grimoire #samhain #samhain celebration

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fuzzydreamin · 4 months

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OC's as Obscure References

Thanks for the tag @bokatan💖 No pressure tags: @raid3r-r4bbit @serknighted @ss-bullseye

Under the cut for length~

Name: Nora Diane Sosu

Animal: Poodle Colours: Blues and Browns Month: November Songs: Sanctuary - Shelby Merry Gravity of Love - Enigma Gravity - The Superjesus Number: 88 (atomic number of radium) Plants: Chrysanthemum, Marigold, Begonia, Roses Smells: Florals and Traces of Cigarettes Gemstone: Blue Sunstone Time of Day: Sunrise Season: Spring Places: A personal office filled with books and an overpacked desk, A lively living or dining room, A grassy hill as the sun rises or sets Drinks: Cold-brew Coffee, High End Alcohol, Fruity Cocktails Element: Water Astrological Sign: Scorpio Seasonings: Rosemary, Mint, Cardamom Sky: Sunlit golden clouds in a blue-orange hued sky Weather: Clear Weapons: Heavily Modded Sniper Rifle, Magnum Pistol, Serrated Knife Social Media: Discord Make-Up Product: Bright lipstick, for leaving marks on others Candy: Turkish Delight Method of Long Distance Travel: Boat or Vertibird Art Style: Art Nouveau Fear: Loss of Control (Herself, Situations, Finding herself responsible if others die, etc) Mythological Creature: Banshee Piece of Stationery: Fountain Pen Three Emojis: 🌟⚖️💋 Celestial Body: The Sun

Name: Alberta Jefferson

Animal: Racoon Colours: Greens and Black Month: July Songs: Lion - Hollywood Undead Cancer - My Chemical Romance The In-Between - In This Moment Number: 101 (vault) Plants: Acanthus, Cowslip, Rainflower, Fungus Smells: Leather and Machine Oil (Also very slight Ozone smell to ghouls) Gemstone: Apache Tears Time of Day: Twilight Season: Autumn Places: The great outdoors on a wide open road, A bar packed with friends, A lonely dark corridor or side room filled with old tech Drinks: Pure Water, Regular Nuka Cola, Cheap Beer Element: Air Astrological Sign: Cancer Seasonings: Ginger, Parsley, Saffron Sky: Cloudy and Green Before a Storm Weather: Stormy Weapons: A3-21's Plasma Rifle, Modded Baseball Bat, Various Explosives Social Media: Tumblr Make-Up Product: Eyeblack Candy: Gumdrops Method of Long Distance Travel: Walking or Driving a Run-down Van Art Style: Grafitti Fear: Feeling/Being Trapped Mythological Creature: Chimera Piece of Stationery: Scientific Calculator Three Emojis: ⚙️⚔️☢️ Celestial Body: Uranus

#fuzzy.post #fuzzy.oc #oc: nora sosu #oc: alberta jefferson

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49-ibr · 10 months

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A Hero and her Heart

Welcome to 49, my upcoming series of fantasy novellas! This is a snippet of writing, set in this world, but years before the series shall begin. This is from the perspective of the second main character to come: Chrysanthemum Clawe. No context is needed.

TAGLIST: @greygarnet

WELCOME

MASTERPOST

“I need to get out of here.”

The stuffed bear did nothing, as a stuffed bear was wont to do.

And yet, Chrysanthemum continued to pace in front of it, continued to rant her worries and woes, even as its button eyes held nothing but faded sunshine and joy. Its fur was ragged, well-worn from tosses and cuddles and kicks, and it remained ever-splattered with the paint of a child who loved to indulge in careless art.

“But where would I go?” Chrysanthemum spun, her skirt twirling and scattering dust. “I seldom leave my home. I’m not even of age!”

Her footsteps made the floor vibrate, made the bed tremble, and knocked the bear from where it balanced against her pillow. Quickly, she righted it, before she began to pace once more.

“I am just so suffocated!” She twirled once more, this time stopping with her back to the bed and face to the murky window. She could practically taste what lay beyond: what beckoned to her oh-so sweetly. “There is so much world to see!”

Her arms outstretched, reaching for an adventure unknown, before they dropped, and she sighed. She plopped onto the floor, adjusted her positioning, and then flopped backwards: limbs splayed like a starfish.

“Oh, Muffin, what am I to do?”

Chrysanthemum’s mind spiralled, though her tongue stopped spitting spiels to something that had ears stuffed with cotton. She stared up at the ceiling: speckled with rain-stains and mould. The floorboards beneath her back were hardly in a better state. They would not last much longer. And her carved illustrations had only ever made them frailer.

She wished she could see the sky, but the ceiling and roof blocked her view.

How beautiful were stars in the dead of night, she wondered, especially when there were no street-lanterns to light? Chrysanthemum had never known. She was a shielded child: a girl of no more than fifteen. But she had dreams, and she had never been one to give up on them.

Her heart had come to its conclusion hours and hours and hours ago. Her mind had yet to decide.

“It’s a dangerous world out there, Muffin.”

Muffin could not answer. It was no songbird, chirping a merry melody. It was no insect, whispering secrets as it scuttled under logs. And it was not the deer that greeted her kindly when she perched on the border between forest and town: never allowed to journey beyond.

They could talk to her now. Was that not a sign that Chrysanthemum was destined for greater things? Was that not a sign that the world was on her side, when the god of Beasts had blessed her: had given her what was only ever given to heroes?

Chrysanthemum sat up. “There’s a ship that’ll get me out of here.” Her lips moved without the consent of her mind. “Pirates are tricky, I know. But I’ve peeked at them through tavern windows; I’ve heard their games. And perhaps they’ll lead me right into trouble: a trouble I can fix. Mother and father will never approve, I know. But...”

Chrysanthemum took a deep breath.

“I simply... must.”

#my post #49ibr #snippet #my writing #writing #writer #writers #fantasy #short story #story #oc #original character #hero #chrysanthemum clawe

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mrsackermannx · 1 year

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| christmas in the ackerman household 2022 |

levi x reader

tags: blowjob, fluffy, praise, breeding kink.

wc: 1.6k

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You shuffle into the awakening beauty beside you, sighing out in content you nuzzle your face into his neck, “Happy Birthday Vi.”

“Every year I pray that you’ll forget,” he grumbles, pulling you in close anyway. “But Merry Christmas sweetheart.”

“Merry Christmas” You slide your hand under his shirt, a breathless whimper leaves his lips. “Is Kenny gonna come by later?”

He swallows, “Not this year, tomorrow he said. The morning before Hange and everyone.”

“Oh?…Well this morning and all day it’s me and you. I got an idea for you birthday boy.” You hitch up his shirt, delighting in the immediate pink that flushes his cheeks, spreading right down his chest.

You lay kisses from his throat to his chest, licking and sucking. “How about your first present of the day? Hm?” You smile up at him in earnest and then work your lips down his stomach until his hands are coiled into your locks.

“You don’t have to-“ He whimpers, feeling you grab his hardening shaft.

You press a kiss to his tip, “A dick this pretty? It’s

my Christmas present too.”

“Oh fuck, fuck fuck.” His eyes lull back as soon as your tongue meshes to his tip, your upper lip suctioning over the leaking tip of his cock.

“Thank you b-baby, merry fucking Christmas.”

You laugh sweetly, latching your hands onto his hips, relaxing your throat you take him even deeper. His legs shake under you, groans spluttering from his lips, “Gonna come, gonna fucking come so good for you baby. P-please.”

“Mm?” You work your hand even faster, smirking as you slurp on his cock. A loud moan slips from his lips, head tossed against his pillow, his taste sliding down your throat, you suck even harder.

“Oh fuck, fuck, I love you…fucking love you. Making me feel so fucking good.”

You pull away, wiping your lips, you rise to kiss him, running your fingers through his hair, “Now, it’s time for breakfast.”

His hands slide down into your pants and onto your ass. “All mine…we’ll eat and I’m bringing you right back here. Got that?”

Levi pretends to hate receiving gifts, but he always loves receiving yours. He pretends to hate how you burn every single Yankee candle in the Christmas collections all Christmas Day too. He also pretends to hate how you make such a fuss of him.

“So?” You anxiously pick your nails, watching him tear the snowflake flecked, teal paper away from the heavy box in his arms. They’re mugs, made by a famous designer, printed with chrysanthemums and greenery.

He runs his thumb across the box, a smile creasing his brows, “These, for me?” You nod and he pulls you into his chest, pressing kisses to your temple. “They’re almost as pretty as you. Very nice.”

“So cheesy,” you tease, rising to check on the bacon, “Open that one too.”

***

“Levi I’m trying to cook,” you giggle, his lips all over your nape, kissing and sucking.

“Hm, why don’t we eat breakfast after?” he whispers, sucking on that place on your neck that has you purring against the counter.

“After?”

“After this.” He leans back, eyes lidded at the sight of your ass in your little pyjama shorts. He rubs his hard cock against you, moaning lowly against you. “Gonna let me return the favour?”

He loves the way you nod like all of this was so unavoidable, like you were waiting for this very question. Clutching you he mounts you over the counter. Hands sliding under your shirt he grips at your tits, nipping fondly at your neck. “Fuck me, fuck me right here,” you urge.

“Yeah? Is that what you want? Tell me what else?”

“I want our family.”

He stops.

You turn to face him, his eyes are soft, his smile sweet. “Come here.”

Your lips meet in an eager flurry, Levi tugging down your shorts. You moan out, back arching as you await Levi’s cock. “Let’s make a baby right here.”

“Levi, yes.” He leans forward, tapping his cock against your slicked pussy. “Put it in, baby. Please.”

He bottoms out in seconds, your hands grip the counter. His one hand turns your face ever so gently, bringing your mouths together. His other threads through yours on the counter.

An elated breath leaves both your lips. “Fuck, it’s been so long without a condom.”

He’s breathless. “Oh you feel so good.”

He rolls his hips, delighting in the sounds that leave your lips. “My beautiful, beautiful wife.”

The pleasure rockets through your walls, Levi careful yet firm, pulling out and slamming back in. “Fill me up again and again.”

“You want my come baby?” he moans against your cheek, “Fuck, your pussy feels like heaven right now. Fucking like this on Christmas morning, feeling you like this…”

“Best c-christmas ever.”

He grows harder, his thrusts faster. “Fuck baby, you’re beautiful.”

“Levi, I want this, I want you.” He presses himself closer, locking his arms around you tight, the sounds of skin clapping against skin sounding through the kitchen.

“It’s always gonna be you and I,” he groans, his fingers working circles on your clit. “You have to come on my cock baby.”

“Hah-“ you can barely hold on, Levi’s fingers skilled and learnt, his cock stuffing you full over and over. Slick oozing down your thighs, “I need your come, Lev, please.”

Your thighs shake, Levi fucks you even harder. Pleasure soars through your body, your heart swells. “My love, my Levi.”

He grabs your throat, plunging his lips onto yours in appreciation. Your mouths slip, he bites on your lower lip. “I’m gonna come, oh my-“

You clench and pulse around his cock in your orgasm, Levi reaching deeper and deeper. Both of you in pure bliss.

“Fuck you’re gonna be so full. Ah.”

Both of you moan in tandem, Levi’s come releasing in ropes in your cunt. Your pussy sloshes, deep and full, Levi rides you both through your climax. Ploughing into you, slower and slower. “Fuck Levi it all feels so good,” you moan. “Again.”

He grips you tighter, smirking against your jaw. “Let’s do it all fucking day. Let’s make a baby.”

You turn, smiling as your eyes shine in his. Both of your expressions completely undone. “Levi.”

“You’re beautiful,” he hums, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

This is bliss, “This is gonna be our best Christmas ever.”

mrsackermanx2022© all writing works are my own, do not repost, steal or translate my work.

#minors do not interact #levi x reader #lil drabble😵‍💫#happy birthday to the king himself <3 #not beta read #a little something :)

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to-be-frank-i-dont-care · 2 years

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Truth Be Told

Pairing: Pippin x Reader

A/N: for @starryeyedrogue! She requested a Pippin x reader fic, with fluff, a soulmates au, and a confession, from my 200 followers celebration :) hope ya like it!

WC: 1239

For as long as she could remember, Y/N had fidgeted in different ways at odd moments, with little control over what movements she was doing. She might be reading a book, and suddenly her arm would move against her will to a nearby table and her fingers would begin drumming. She could be eating second breakfast, and out of nowhere, her leg would start to swing back and forth, with her unable to stop it. She would be falling asleep, when without warning she would find herself humming and bobbing her head back and forth. She had tried asking her friends and family about it, wondering what on earth it could be, but the only answer they gave her was “it’s probably soulmate-related.” That only added to her confusion, because Y/N knew practically nothing about soulmates, other than what people told her. She often wondered if, whenever she voluntarily hummed or tapped her foot, her soulmate was being made to do the same. For the only thing she had figured out over the years about her random tics was that whenever her leg started twitching or her fingers began drumming, somewhere else in the world, her soulmate was doing the exact same thing.

Still, it was frustrating not to be able to know who exactly was causing her strange tics to happen. She often vented about it to her best friend Pippin, who, like her and several other of their friends, experienced the same problem. Y/N was with Pippin now, climbing up their favorite tree in the middle of the woods, and listening to him talk about a prank he and Merry had recently pulled.

“So then I told him—“ Pippin paused for breath, swinging himself under a rotting branch and grasping another just above his head. “—that the sugar was in the pantry, so he grabbed the sack and dumped a bunch on his food without realizing—“

“That it was actually crushed mealworms?” Y/N finished, her face wrinkling. “Eeeeug. That’s nasty, Pip.”

He laughed, settling onto a thick branch and reaching a freckled hand down to help Y/N up. “Yeah, but it was funny. He ate a giant bite of eggs and quite literally turned green! He spit it out across the whole table and accidentally splattered my great Aunt Chrysanthemum. Merry and I were in hysterics.”

Y/N giggled against her will, shuffling into position beside him. “You’re something else, Pip.”

“I know,” he said with a grin, tossing her a wink. “You’re lucky to have me!”

Y/N chuckled, turning her head away to hide the blush building in her cheeks. “I am, aren’t I?”

They fell silent for a few moments, watching sunlight filter through the leafy canopy above. The soft hum of crickets filled the air, along with a faint sound of bird whistles. It was peaceful and fresh and green, and Y/N drew a long breath of the clean air, idly swinging her legs.

Beside her, Pippin also swung his, a light breeze tousling his curls. “Had any more random finger tapping or humming lately?” he questioned.

She shrugged. “On and off. It happens pretty much every day, some days more than others. I just wish I knew who was causing it.”

“Yeah. Same for me.” He sighed, watching as a deer crept by, far below them. There was a long pause, and then Pippin cleared his throat and looked over at her, sunlight brushing his freckles. “Y/N….what if we don’t like our soulmates? Or what if….we want somebody to be our soulmate but it turns out to be someone else and not the person we like?”

Y/N chewed her lip. That was something she’d thought about often, and had never found the answer to. “I don’t know,” she answered slowly. “But I don’t think it’s a requirement to marry your soulmate. You can marry anybody you want to, I would think. Soulmates….well, they just make it easier, I guess.”

“Yeah.” Pippin picked at a loose hangnail. “I hope it’s that way.”

Y/N scratched her finger absentmindedly. “Why do you say that, may I ask?” She glanced at him, bracing her hands against the rough bark of the tree branch.

“O-oh, well, because—“ Pippin hesitated, then drew a long breath. “Um, can I tell you something….confidential?”

“Big word,” Y/N teased, then nodded. “Of course you can. That’s what best friends are for, right?”

“Yeah.” He gave her a lopsided grin. “Well, basically…I love somebody, but I don’t know if they’re my soulmate or not. And I really, really wish I knew how they felt about me, but I can’t be certain cause we’re friends. And I really hope we are soulmates, cause that would make things a lot easier. I think.” His brow furrowed.

Y/N frowned, her forehead wrinkling as disappointment tightened her lungs. “Oh. You…love somebody? Can I ask…who is it?”

Pippin drew a sharp breath, his legs swinging faster. Y/N matched his rhythm, kicking her own in time to his, and Pippin swallowed hard, not meeting her gaze. “Well…I don’t really know how to say this but—“

Y/N waited. A breeze ruffled the treetops and blew several strands of hair into her eyes. She brushed them away, watching Pippin carefully.

“—It’s, uh, you?” Pippin finally blurted, an uncertain look on his face. “I-I know you see me as just a friend but I— well, yeah, basically I’m in love with you and I have been for a long time and I think maybe we might be soulmates but I’m not sure and we’re just friends and oh gosh this is really really awkward,” he finished all in a rush.

Y/N’s jaw dropped.

When she had collected it off the forest floor, she practically shrieked, “You love ME?!” She nearly fell off the tree branch, grabbing at Pippin’s arm just in time. His eyes widened at her touch, and he nodded ever so slightly, a flush suffusing his cheeks. “That’s…that’s fantastic! I love you too— actually, as a matter of fact, I may have been in love with you for, I don’t know, the past eight years?” Y/N chuckled wryly, avoiding Pippin’s gaze.

He grasped her hand, causing her to look at him. “Eight years?” he gasped in shock.

“Yup,” she affirmed with a nod. There was a long silence as they each tried to process everything that had just happened, and then Y/N ventured, “We could…test it, you know.”

Pippin raised an eyebrow.

“If we’re soulmates, I mean. Drum your fingers on your leg,” she instructed him.

Pippin hesitated, then did as she told him. Within seconds, Y/N’s own arm was pulled against her will to her leg, and her fingers began to tap in a quick, rhythmic motion— the same exact pattern that Pippin’s fingers were moving in.

They stared at each other for a long moment, the forest having gone completely silent around them. Bursts of sunlight kissed their hair.

“I KNEW we were soulmates!! Wait till everyone hears about this!” Pippin finally shouted, startling Y/N.

This time, she did fall off the tree branch.

But that was okay, because a fraction of a second later, Pippin came tumbling after her, looking so confused that Y/N burst out laughing, just before she fell straight into a massive pile of leaves alongside her best friend in the entire world.

#pippin took #peregrin took #pippin x reader #lotr #lord of the rings

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nagaficat · 4 months

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“ Lady Deirdre, a very merry Winter Festival to you. ” He bows in greeting to her upon the day before he pulls out a decently-sized wrapped gift box for her. “ If I may be so bold, I have prepared you a gift for the season. I do hope it is to your taste. ”

And from his hands into her hands it goes. Upon opening it, Deirdre would discover it to be a collection of various floral cutting tools.

“ I had assumed based on your own gift to me for my birthday last year that you had a penchant for arranging bouquets for others. I hadn't realized how much equipment goes into it, however... ” From branch cutters to ribbon shears to floral scissors, he could barely remember how to identify which tool was which, unused to the craft even now. “ I've been told that they all have their specialized uses however to make the art of floral arrangement all the easier and more elegant. I do hope this can be applied to your own pursuits then. ”

"A gift for me, Sir Kent?" It is a happy surprise to receive something from the knight. Deirdre has regarded him dear in her heart but she had not realized how much he cared for her in return. It does not matter what is in the box she accepts from him. The fact that he thought of her at all is more than enough to brighten the twinkle in her eyes.

"You are quite correct, I adore giving flowers as gifts!" She opens the box and her heart soars when she sees what is inside. Everything she could possibly want for turning the flowers she tends into gifts for those she loves. He claims he had not realized how many different tools were needed for the craft and she realizes what this means. He did research into something she cares about.

"Oh, Sir Kent, this is so thoughtful! The greenhouse here has many of these available but not nearly of such a high quality or variety." She sets down the box so she can take his hands and smile up at him. "Yours will be the very first bouquet I put together using them."

She can picture it already. Hydrangeas, chrysanthemums, daisies...flowers to show her gratitude and thanks.

#i read this as like the first thing upon waking up when i got it and it really did make my whole day #thank youuuuu n you're so sweet #liegebound

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ivyprism · 4 months

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Merry Late Gyftmas, @kiok0r0

As you look at him suspiciously, Hound chuckles. He's carrying a package for you. He approaches you and presents it.

"What is this, Hound?" You inquire as you receive the box. Hound grins as he leans on his hand.

"It's my gift to you, sweetheart." Hound touches his fingertips lightly across your cheek as he pushes your hair away from your face. You gaze at him, then at the small box you have in your hands. "Open it…" Hound urges you.

"Alright…" You carefully open and unwrap the package. You notice a little box within. Your eyes widen in amazement as you carefully open it. It's a heart necklace wrapped in what appear to be chrysanthemums, with matching earrings. They're also in your favorite color. It's a choker! You cast a glance at him as Hound flushes slightly. "Hound…?" You inquire, and he flushes.

"I um… I wanted… You to like my gift, so… I had these custom made for you… Do you…?" Hound looks over, a hot flush on his face. You kiss him, and then you hug them.

"I love them, Hound!" You hug him tightly, and he reciprocates. As he sighs, he buries his face in your hair.

"I'm glad…" Hound says softly as he hugs you. Ebony stares before walking away.

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AND HAPPY HOLIDAYS FOR THOSE WHO DONT CELEBRATE

I APPRECIATE U ALL <3

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Meeting Zhongli [Part 7]

Game: Genshin Impact

About: Zhongli x fem!reader

Note 1: The premise is that 'you' get transported into the game and journey through Teyvat along with the traveler. This is a reinterpretation of the Liyue Archon Quests. Hope you enjoy~

Note 2: Please do not copy, translate, repost, etc., any part or the entirety of my works.

Words: ~2.2k

Warning: This chapter contains some graphic violence.

“Silk flowers have all but disappeared from the wild today, due to geographical changes over Liyue’s history. Most are now grown by horticulturalists.”, Zhongli concluded his long speech about the fine intricacies in Liyue’s botany.

Bolai, the owner of Wanyou Boutique along with the traveler and Paimon marveled over the geo archon’s huge flex of knowledge. While I, still wondered how everyone here so easily got away with reciting essays as conversation. As interesting as the subject matter may be, it often was a chore to just wait around. My attention was soon captivated by the illustrious silk flowers that were being talked about. They seemed like a crossbreed between peonies and chrysanthemums, both of which were beautiful flowers. Add a little otherworldly magic and there you have a truly remarkable specimen to witness.

“So which silk flowers did you want, anyway?”, Paimon inquired to the geo archon.

“I’ll take them all, boss.”, Zhongli replied with an ever so nonchalant smile on his face.

I chuckled at Paimon’s outrage at his response as I instinctively looked around the dock area. Just as the story had mentioned, a few Fatui had been spying on us. But for people who were supposed to discreetly follow our trail, they were pretty noticeable, especially if you knew what you were looking for. Now and then I’d catch myself stealing glances at them, wondering if Childe was following us around too. And just as I decided to return my gaze to the flowers, I saw him. He ‘is’ following us. Childe was much more inconspicuous than his subordinates, the fact that I had even detected him was by pure chance. He was seated nearby, dressed in the garbs of a common merchant, I quickly looked the other way. If he noticed me looking at him, it’d only spell trouble for us.

But when I turned my head I let out an involuntary gasp as I noticed Zhongli staring at me. There was a merry glint in his eyes, probably from the fact that we had managed to acquire the flowers for free. Noticing my reaction, he scrunched his eyebrows in curiosity. I only let out a smile and turned my head the only remaining way, towards the sea. Wait, why am I the one who is afraid? He was the one who was being weird by staring at me. I looked back at him, narrowing my eyes. Taken aback by my sudden confrontation he turned his attention towards the flowers he had just ‘purchased’, a facade of innocence in his expression.

“What next?”, Paimon prompted as the flow of the story took back the reigns again. The geo archon explained how they needed to make perfume for the next step of the ritual. “Y/n?”, he suddenly called out to me.

“Yes?”, I responded while glancing at Lumine and Paimon, whose faces seemed as clueless as mine.

“While the traveler takes care of the perfumes, could you accompany me to the location of the ritual?”

“Huh?” Location of the ritual…?

“I need assistance with some of the preparations.”, he explained. Ah! That’s right! The statue of the seven… it will react to the perfumes and stuff. But he needs help? Zhongli had originally made all the preparations by himself. He was probably asking because I was technically extra manpower on the team.

I glanced back at the traveler, she had a worried expression on her face. Seems like she hadn’t let go of the doubts from this morning yet. I smiled trying to reassure her, “Will you guys be alright on your own?”

Paimon enthusiastically replied, clueless about the entire situation, “Of course! The traveler and I are the best team!”

“I would hardly call it a team, for I am the one who ends up doing all the work, right?”, Lumine quipped.

“Oh don’t be like that.”, the fairy giggled.

“Alright then, we should get going.”, Zhongli ushered while looking at me.

I nodded my head in affirmation, waving at the pair as they set off like a duo of perverts to find ladies who smelled good. I was very anxious about letting those two go by themselves but my attention was far too captivated by the man who was walking beside me. I couldn’t help wanting to spend more time with him.

The statue of the seven we were visiting was near the Guili Assembly, noticing the remains of the now long forgotten city Zhongli prompted, “The architecture you see before you belonged to the once prosperous and flourishing civilization that possessed highly advanced engineering skills.”

Because of the constant rollercoaster ride of events that had occurred ever since we stepped foot in Liyue, we hadn’t gotten the chance to explore the nation yet. Stone structures with elaborate geometry and designs jutted out of the ground. The pillars and fundamental structures had all collapsed but it was still relatively easy to make out what this place must have looked like. I had only ever seen archaeological sites on TV, I think I now understand the fascination that the researchers hold. “I am aware… it’s the Guili Assembly. It was a civilization ruled by Guizhong, the God of Dust, and Morax, the God of Geo. The name is derived from the first and last characters of their names, respectively.”, I rambled as I observed the area in a daze.

“You truly are well read on the history of Liyue. More so than even the locals.”, Zhongli smirked with appreciation. “The God of Dust is no more in the memories of the common people.”

“Well, it is a fascinating culture to learn about.”, it felt strangely inspiring to receive compliments from the geo archon. “Guizhong… she truly is a tragic figure.”, I pondered.

“How so?”, Zhongli inquired.

“I don’t know… her death just seemed very premature.”, I tried to explain my thoughts.

“…”, I didn’t receive any reply so I looked towards Zhongli trying to read his expressions once again. There were hardly any on his stone-cold face, but if I tried hard enough I could notice a glint of despair in his eyes. I opened my mouth to say something to try and change the mood but he suddenly cut in, “You… seem to be aware of a lot of history regarding Guizhong.”

There was a strange bitterness in his words, which quickly disappeared, making me unsure if I had really even sensed it. “Well, the part she played in the Archon War caught my attention, so I researched a little bit more about her…”

“Her death?”, this time there was an unmistakable animosity in his tone as he spoke. No, I heard it right! Something’s off!

“…Yes.”, I reflexively moved a step back, afraid that I had stepped on some sort of landmine. What is going on? Why does it feel like he is mad? Noticing my movements he quickly tried to recover but I quickly interrupted, ��She was said to be a very benevolent god. Very intelligent too, in fact, many accounts consider her to be the brains while Morax was the brawn of the duo.” I tried steering the conversation away from the death of his dear friend.

“Certainly, they worked extremely well together as a team.”, Zhongli seemed to have regained his composure. I looked back towards the ruins, eyes flittering across the expanse. Overgrowth had tried to assimilate the structures into nature. Vines and wildflowers cluttering over the stone tablets, hiding them from sight. Why did he react that way? It’s almost like he’s sensitive about the topic. But he always had an unmoving composure while talking about his past. Suddenly a sort of epiphany struck as a small bunch of sweet flowers caught my eye. No way! Could it be—!

I immediately turned around towards the geo archon, earning a quizzical look from him. “It was almost like they were lovers…”, I trailed off. Curiosity had abruptly taken over me. It was a very popular theory amongst the community since the whole situation felt like a tragic love story. I was only a casual player so I hadn’t really indulged myself in such theory crafting, but from the few details I had read about, it had seemed pretty plausible.

Zhongli seemed visibly shocked at my words. A faint smile soon took over his face, “That is a popular speculation among historians.”

“Is it true?!”, I asked unable to hold back my inquisition.

He chuckled at my enthusiasm, “Perhaps. What makes you buy into it?”

“Her parting words…”, I prompted, trying my hardest to remember all the details.

“Parting words…?”, the geo archon asked with a surprised expression.

“She died amidst the Glaze Lilies, wearing one last lonely smile as she asked Morax to forget about the stone dumbbell she gave him and bemoaned the end of their journey together, if that doesn’t sound like love… what does?”

“Hmm… that is an interesting take. But I personally believe that the two weren’t romantically involved.”

“Huh?”

“What they had was a purely political attachment. They may have been close friends but nothing further than that.”

“Oh? I hold that the tenderness shared between them during their interactions lean more towards a lonely yearning of adoration than mere ‘friendship’.”

“You are trying to read too much into simple camaraderie.”, there was a defiant gaze in the geo archon’s eyes while he gradually stepped closer as if trying to convince me. Was I wrong?

Flustered by the sudden proximity I looked away, “Debatable. Let’s agree to disagree, hmm?”

“A fine suggestion.”, he smiled. “We should make haste to our destination.”

I won’t lie, but it felt pretty draining interacting with the geo archon. It was almost always a constant push and pull, but it did keep things interesting I suppose. The statue of the seven we had headed to was all dusty and dingy. By preparations, did he mean cleaning up? There was also a camp of rogue hilichurls nearby, Zhongli had asked me to stay back while he dealt with the monsters. Surprisingly, he hardly used his vision. Dealing with commonplace monsters like them was probably tantamount to swatting flies for him. The way he moved as he fought was quite awe-inspiring, almost like watching a professional dancer on stage. He kicked the golden spear into the air as he knocked a samachurl down before grabbing it into his right hand to slice an approaching hilichurl through its torso. It was a clean cut, blood gushed out as his organs flew through the air while it got knocked back. Feeling squeamish at the sight, I turned the other way trying to get the imagery out of my head. As graceful as Morax looked while he fought, what he was doing was immensely unsightly. Blood-soaked bodies were surrounding him, but the man had managed to not get even a single drop of the crimson fluid onto himself.

As soon as he had finished up he beckoned me closer as he planted his spear into the ground. Reluctantly, I moved towards him, the scent of blood getting stronger with each step. “You are a very skilled warrior, Mr. Zhongli.”

“I graciously accept your compliment.”, he courteously replied.

“So, what next?”, I asked, wanting to move away from the spot, something about it makes me exceedingly nauseated.

“Cleaning the statue, I trust that you can take care of that?” He materialized a duster from the pocket dimension all vision bearers seemed to have. There was a smirk on his face as he handed it to me. I wanted to argue, but since I had agreed to assist him, it was only fair that I did at least some of the work, even though it may be something as tedious as cleaning.

I raised my hand to receive the rag but instead moved it to grab the spear from the ground. One of the injured hilichurls had silently risen and tried to swing a blow towards Zhongli. But the geo archon had already anticipated his approach and tried to seize the weapon as well. Taken aback by my movements he faltered for a moment allowing me to charge at the monster instead.

The spear smoothly pierced through its clavicle, I had aimed towards the chest, but I guess I should be glad that my attack even hit. A familiar feeling raced through my hands as memories of the nightmare from the morning rushed back into my mind. Retracting the spear, a sudden urge to experience the sensation once more surged through me. My mind had gone blank and base instincts took over my actions. I was repeatedly stabbing and chanting just like in my memories, but this time I had no will to stop myself from being swallowed by the insanity.

I was only broken out of my haze by a pair of arms pulling me back. I struggled at first, but eventually turned around to see that it was the geo archon, he had a worried look on his face as he called out my name. “Y/n! Calm down, he’s already dead.”

“Huh?”, I asked in confusion, not yet registering my actions nor my emotions. I looked back at the corpse, it had been mauled with punctures to the extent of being unrecognizable.

“Y/n…”, Zhongli pulled back my face towards him and rest it on his chest. “Calm down, it is all okay.”

My face was streaming with tears once more, as I tried to regain my bearings in the comfort of the arms that tightly embraced me.

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