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How would (Separate) Hazbin hotel (Demons &Angel) react to a green thumb gardener whose elegant, classy and attractive and she went to hell by mistake but it was a happy one (She's not completely weak as she has her plant to protect her and everything)

HAZBIN HOTEL X GARDENER! READER

prompt: a common mistake made demons and angels swoon over a gardener who just wants to take care of her/his plants

cw! Sir Pentious is alive for this so he can witness your beauty in flowers💗

note! I listened to Lana Del Rey while making this lol.

HELL

You didn’t know you were supposed to be in heaven as you started your own flower shop. It was the biggest know hell flower store with actual flowers.

You were practically poison ivy, but more kind and definitely calmer. Hell, even some of your regulars call you poison ivy. Mostly because if people touch you metaphorically the wrong way, then you technically show them a harsher side of you. Literally, a plant impaled a sinner trying to rob your store.

What you didn’t except to get friends or even people interested into you as you just have a normal as shop you dreamed of before dying.

“Welcome to my flower shop, what can I help you with?” You said with a soft smile as a flower vine is watering other flowers in the background. Some imps, sinners, and hell borns go all the way to just see you and your flowers.

I can see you wearing a flower crown or just flowers in your hair. Like dead ass giving rapunzel. Possibly so, your alive flowers and vines had made that for you as you worked.

You most definitely wear those cute gardening outfits like overalls or those dresses if you prefer one of them or both.

See this is what I can imagine, I can imagine the whole damn hotel having a flower competition and you show up with a big ass plant with a neat pink bow on it 😭. You definitely had a smile as you drank tea with a secret smirk.

I can see you visiting the hotel Charlie has as she invited you to do some flower decor for a reopening of the hotel.

Imagine how pissed you were when a couple of sinners came in to make your shop look like shit. But you wasn’t gonna stand for it as you raised your hand grabbing the sinners by their necks with vines. “If you want flowers, I wouldn’t mind making you a funeral for you to have some.” You said with venom as the sinner practically shitted themselves as they were thrown out the windows of your shop.

A sinner had thrown a Molotov cocktail once in your shop all because he thought it was weird to have a “girly” flower shop in hell. As the fire spreads in your shop, you sighed having plant vines cover you in a big ball as one of the vine slither to find the culprit. After finding the culprit, you forced them to clean your shop since killing someone for such a petty crime like that in your opinion isn’t worth killing. You can always make a new shop and fix it.

Vaggie most definitely knows you as you hooked her up with flowers that Charlie might like. You told her Charlie seems like a simple girl would just like roses since they represent romance. And basically it was Vaggie and Charlie’s date night. And it was a success.

Angel dust loves how you don’t judge him for who he is by his work. But he definitely loves how you two gossip over some tea, well he drinks while you drink tea or water. You are like an older sister/brother figure to him. He loves resting in your bean bag you have in the back, he could just come in and and lay down straight.

I headcannon your whole palette to be like green, pink, yellow and white. Literally just spring ass colors to seem classy with your flower shop.

I can imagine you having the personality of applejack but more of a flower and gardening person as gardener! Reader were most definitely born in the south. Like I can imagine reader to be a mix of applejack, rarity, fluttershy but 100% of applejack’s honesty and a lot of Rarity’s elegance.

Niffty adores you! Literally she goes in your store to rant about she wants the hotel to smell fresh and ready. And you hook a sista up with how you give her scented plug in. She immediately starts worshipping you like Alastor which makes Alastor raise a brow seeing a shine of you in her room and drawings of you.

Charlie immediately loves how vaggie and angel ador you and find you as a loyal friend. She would love to have you at the hotel as a resident. She could even beg Alastor or her dad to make a flower shop for you to even stay longer by briding. She would also try to become your friend for her to succeed.

Sir Pentious went to your store to apologize again to Alastor as he felt that Alastor didn’t forgave him. He was scared you weren’t a kind “sinner” that only had a flower shop to scam people for their money. But when you spoke with kindness and care towards the snake demon. He felt calm in your presence, to the point when he got his flowers. He gave you one which made you smile at him and put it in your hair. He blushed and ran off.

The egg boiz love too appear in your store as their boss, penthouse is very nervous to talk to such an attractive person like you. You welcome the eggz to your humble store as you give them flowers to give back to the hotel staffs.

Angel and Cherri most definitely asked you to give them flowers to match their personality. You gave them both a Carnation flower which you thought was good for their personality. Or even a Lilly.

Husk kept seeing the crew leave the hotel to see them come back with flowers. He grumble confused at why they kept getting flowers. That is until he asked Charlie, and Charlie ranted about what a beauty and how kind you are. Husk raised a brow thinking you were putting up an act, so he went to see you. Let’s just say he got a rose coming back with a soft smile and a purr.

The Vee’s heard about you, Vox heard about you first and looked you up to see you are a popular florist and gardener with the power of Chlorokinesis. The power to mentally and physically control flowers. Vox smirked hearing about your 5 star rating shop. If it was that high ranked with people commenting it on yelp saying you were the best business to be at. You definitely got his attention at most.

Lucifer went to your store for some flowers to give to his daughter, and when he heard how amazing your store was. He went to se it himself. He definitely felt your pure spirit making him stumble into confusion on why you weren’t in heaven already. But he got his flowers and felt with a cup of tea you gave him. He shortly came back at the end of the day to give you his own flowers as he smiled with a snake smile and left leaving a note that says, “you’re welcome to come stay at the hotel! :)”

Alastor finally decided to meet you after hearing all the good things you did for the hotel and for the staff. He must say he was jealous how you won their hearts so damn quickly. He went to your store to see what’s all the fuss about and got hit with a lavender scent in his nose. He covered it as he wasn’t use to such sweet smell in hell as it’s filled with fire and blood. And there you were sitting there with a smile as warm plate of teas sat by you. You welcomed him as he made chat with you to find your heart pure with gold. He also left with a rose and a genuine smile.

I imagine how sweet you get your own flowers by regulars and your friends at the hotel as they love your passion about plants.

Headcannon on Gardner! Reader to be a Lana Del Rey fan as the song to match her/him is “born to die” 💗🦆

Vox was obviously the first Vee to meet you face to face as he had researched you so many times on the internet to get any scoop of you to only end up with an empty hand. So he decided to see you in person and smile with a charming one to see you greet him with a smile and show him the recommended flowers for loved one and family. He was not into the flowers as he watched the plant vines in the back work like hands. He smirks trying to use his hypnosis, but failed greatly as a flower in a vase covered his sighting of you. Thanks to your plant vines.

Velvette was the second one to come to your store as she was not impressed at how “boring and plain” it was in your shop. She was snarky about the decor and gave you tips on how to make it “pop” in here. You just smiled, and with a snap of your fingers, the decor changed to a more fashionable flower place. It made the female Vee almost drop her jaw and composure. But she can’t let some flower store shock her. So she left with one last snarky comment under her breath.

Valentino definitely came in last to see what was up with your whole popularity of your “business” of flowers as he was so busy working his porn industry. So when he walked in yo see you reaching for some flower seeds to get for a customer. He grabbed your waist, wanting to seem flirty only for it to backfire as a vine punches him away from you. You already knew who this bastard was, and you weren’t gonna let him get you like how he got angel. So during his entire visit at your shop, you made it a living hell. Literally.

I can see the Vee’s coming back every weekday to try and get you to be their little flower pet, but you ain’t buying it. 😘

You most definitely have a vine hammock in the corner of your store as you just sit there and nap during your breaks.

Imagine how cool and sweet you are to the imp and hell born children that come to visit your store for father day and mother day. Hell, even valentines days

I can headcannon that gardener! Reader has once in their hell life down there had to drag out a rude Karen ass bitch by their hair. You fuck with their plants, you fuck with them.

Imagine how chill you are just sipping tea as your plants and vines attack some dude trying to steal your sunflower seeds. Yeah, no one gets out without being traumatized by plants 😍

You came into the hotel once and immediately got love bombed by everyone. But not in a manipulate way, they just appreciate how amazing you are to people even the staff at most. They go as far to throw you a “welcoming” party 💗

Lucifer had most definitely sent ducks with mini flower crowns and a Gardner duck to you as he finds you very elegant and beautiful in your own way. He even accidentally tries to court you with his wings when he leans against at the front desk of your store staring into your eyes.

HEAVEN

Adam had eventually was sent to take you back into heaven as sera realized her mistake. You willingly went with Adam who smirked at your sweet smile and took you up by your hand. Like, let’s say whatever happened in the hell section didn’t happen as you just had a bad time in hell itself.

St. Peter immediately greets you, making feel welcome to your new home. He even baked you cookies with a smiley face. He tries to make chit chat with you when he isn’t on duty getting people into the gates. He literally visits your workplace in the flower store you own, bringing cookies, making sure you are okay. Hell-, I meannn heaven gods..he must be a househusband cause GYATT DAMN this man is making sure you are well and healthy in heaven’s care. 💗💗

Sera most definitely have showed you around heaven with a please smile to see a Gardner. You would’ve been great for the Garden of Eden, is what she says in her head as you smile at the trees and potted plants around. You even showed the seraphim your powers, and she must say that she was pleased and made you a gardener around heaven and even your own garden shop and house.

Emily most definitely tries to go visit you everyday to try and find flowers that match you so you can be surprise when she buys you flowers herself. You and Emily definitely have a sibling relationship at most because of how she looks up to you in a gardening way as she also wants to impress you by making her own garden and green house. She also makes sure you take breaks as she wants to help with the customers as you take a break in the back. Your friendship with her is so wholesome and lovely.

Adam likes how classy you are, you don’t even cuss him out when you are angry at him. You just put your hand in his face and walk away. Sassy, but classy enough to not curse someone the fuck out. Yeah sure that might’ve turned him on a bit at how hot and “bitchy” that was of you. Cause no one has ever rejected the “Dickmaster”. So it was his duty to make you his friend…sorta😨. But it’s all fun and games at how you guys are like frenemies at most since Adam actually can’t stand you, but still flirts at how attractive and kind you are. Hell even strong minded.

The angels absolutely love coming in your store! They find every single plant and flower you made incredible. You practically almost run out of business when it’s Valentine’s Day, Mother’s Day, and Father’s Day. But you can’t complain when they leave so much heaven bucks for you to get more plant seeds and such. The angels also love how pure of gold your heart is as you even give some off free for the heaven borns and winners.

Big headcannon on how your Gardner outfit in heaven, the palette is a soft green and pink pastel. But Adam and Sera had thought about you wearing a gold, white, and blue type of Gardner outfit. They want you to stay pure and mighty.

OOOH IMAGINE HAVING CUTE ASS WHITE GLOVES 😭😭 LIKE THEY HAVE THOSE STITCHED IN GOLD THREADS AND LIKE THEY ARE SO CUTE AND COMFY INSIDEEE💗💗

Since i headcannon that Gardner! Reader to be a damn Lana Del Rey fan, their song that matches them in heaven is “young and beautiful.” As you are young and beautiful and mostly, you’re in heaven.

Literally imagine Adam just shows up to just degrade you, but it doesn’t work as you just sit there reading your daily newspaper or on your phone to just see plant and gardening instagram from earth and heaven. Adam pouts or even scoffs before taking your phone and acting like a fussy cat wanting attention.

You really don’t give a fuck about Adam but he definitely gives a fuck about you.

The angels sometimes ships you with Adam, but they also ship you with st.peter at how he is basically the house husband and you are the girl boss who works their ass off😭

Lute and Adam are definitely the type to be those teens who visit their local market..dead ass when they are free they just come to your store and just start “window shopping”…but really they just either want to mess with you or actually know about your day.

I can see you literally just chilling, and Adam busts open the store door that has that jingle bell on it so harsh and all he says is. “Wassup bitch!” With his usual grin and a soda cup as you just groan annoyed.

St.peter literally tried to work beside you ok his days off to just see how “calming” your job is. Until rush hour comes😭 that’s when hell itself unleashes with people wanting to grab any scented flower candles and flowers for theirselves. Have mercy on Peter’s soul that he doesn’t get grabbed and clawed all because he said that the last product was in the back. 😭😭

Imagine how cute your damn angel wings must be. Cause I imagine them to be some god damn fairy wings to match a beautiful aesthetic with your flower and gardening store.

I headcannon you actually had thrown Adam like how vaggie thrown the staff like in the episode of “scramble eggs.”

lol I can see you just slapping Adam with your plant vine because of one misogynist joke he made. He had the most whip lashed mark on his face. He stopped making those fücking jokes like that as he just flinches as a vine comes near him. “WALK HIM LIKE A DOGGG!!” 😘😍

Sera loves gaining flowers from you as the angelic guards bring them in as she is doing her work.

Emily also feels the same way as she smiles and makes the guard send you flowers as well for a thank you. 💗🥺 please give this sweet baby a note back saying you appreciate her damn note so much..

Imagine having a whole tea and cookie station by your front desk where people pay. Like they get a nice drink and a snack in case they were hungry and thirsty from their trip to here. 😘☀️ you care about your customers and regulars deeply.

St. Peter had one time mistook the glass doors to be opened and fell back so dramatically onto his ass, he might as well confirm himself as dead 💀

Emily most definitely actually tried to grow a plant or flower to show you how much she learnt from you, only for the damn thing to fail. She wanted to cry and shrivel up in disappointment, but you taught her and help fixed her mistake on what she did at most.

Lute most definitely acts better without Adam, of course she could act better with Adam. It’s just that Adam is her home dog, and she is Adam’s homegirl. So of course they are besties. So with Adam not interfering with you and lute talking one on one for the first time. You two get quite long to the point she grabs your hands and smile. Leaving with a flower you gave her.

Your plants just causally changing into the liked flower of the customer or regular due to your plant magic on sensing what flowers they like supposedly💗

Headcannon on how short you are. Literally you are shorter than lute to Adam and Emily. It’s really funny but to you, it’s annoying asf since Adam picks you up like a stray cat found at the front porch ready to be taken in.

Emily and sera would have tea time with you definitely. Or coffee if they prefer. You don’t gossip of course but just lift each other up and talk about hanging out later in the days or weeks later. Heck even the day later maybe if Emily is very eager.

Lute most definitely had thrown flowers in your face as she isn’t use to showing affection towards a person she actually admires. Yeah she admires Adam, as a boss and best friend. But there is something about you that makes her stumble on her words.

You had to actually stay home once, forced by sera who got told by Adam you were overworking yourself. Adam and sera hated it as sera showed go to your job looking serious. Forcing you to stay in bed until you had a good sleep for the week.

Imagine just gardener! Reader literally accidentally making Adam spit out a four leaf clover as they were saying a spell in Latin to have four leaf clovers for St. Patrick’s day.

I headcannon Adam sometimes tries to court you with his wings, and you are confused as hell as you aren’t use to being courted by some fucking feathers.

I can see you having a potted plant pet beside you. It was practically a sapling as it smiled with heaven magic and told positive affirmations to waking customers. It’s so fuckin adorable

I imagine you just sleeping as your overworked at your store and Adam comes in pissed off you didn’t come home. So he literally picks you up over his shoulder and walks Home. He has the damn key to your house but he decides to just go to his house and lay you on his bed as he sleeps on the couch grumbling.

St.Peter, after that little incident with him walking into a glass door. This mofo literally puts his hands out towards any glass door 😭 like a little kid being traumatized after a glass maze. It’s so funny but so sad.

A young heaven born had brought you back a freaking flower crown in your most favorite flowers and you were so amazed. You gave the small little angel a flower crown of their own.

The visits are always welcomed to your store as Adam brings you his own set of flowers to try to impress you. 💗 you snickered seeing the note that says, “i hope you like it..bitch. *middle finger drawing* I heard this plant was your favorite.” Sweet, but sour ass motherfuker. 😭😭

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fragileheartbeats · 1 month

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Create another valyrian household that escaped Valyria. They hid themselves away by magic on an island not visible to anyone, they don't wish to be seen. On an island with a huge fortress accompanied with another smaller fortress which is basically a library. They are similar to Targaryens, but much more knowledgeable on everything (thanks to Valyria). They ride dragons, purple shades of eyes, silver-gold hair. Only two differences being, they have never been married outside of family(yuck) with no Westerosi blood therefore very different customs, fully valyrian customs and traditions rather than Westerosi+valyrian(Targs, Vels). Hope you have fun, thank you:)

𓈒ㅤׂㅤ 𓇼 ࣪ 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐄 𓈒ㅤׂㅤ⭒⠀

꒰͡ ⠀ ִ 𝐺𝐸𝑁𝑇𝐿𝐸 𝐴𝑁𝐷 𝐿𝑂𝑉𝐼𝑁𝐺 ⠀ׂ ⠀ ͡꒱

─ 𝘈 𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘢𝘨𝘪𝘤, 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘦, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𖤐

─ 𝘈 𝘣𝘦𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘧 𝘱𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘺, 𝘢 𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𖤐

In the rich tapestry of Valyrian history, woven with the threads of power, magic, and dragonfire, the House Lyrielle stands as a testament to the enduring grace and wisdom of Old Valyria. Their story is a whisper on the wind, a secret melody sung by the waves that surround their hidden island sanctuary. Known to but a few, the Lyrielles are the guardians of a legacy untainted by the ambition and corruption that led to the Doom. The sigil of House Lyrielle is as enigmatic as the house itself—an angelic dragon, graceful and serene, enwreathed in a ring of white roses against a backdrop of deepest emerald. The dragon, smaller in stature but fierce in its intelligence and agility, represents the nature of the Lyrielles' own dragons. The emerald ground symbolizes their secluded island, a jewel hidden in the vast sea, and the white roses signify the purity of their intentions and the mystical barriers that veil their home from the unwary eye. Their words, "Beyond Sight, Within Light," speak to the heart of the House Lyrielle ethos. They live beyond the sight of the known world, in a realm of their own making, where knowledge and virtue shine brighter than any Valyrian steel. These words are a promise of their commitment to the greater good, a reminder of their hidden presence guiding the fate of the world from the shadows. The Lyrielles, in their seclusion, have preserved the purity of their Valyrian bloodline, untouched by Westerosi influence. Their customs and traditions remain a living tapestry of Old Valyria's glory, a culture preserved in amber amidst the tumultuous seas of change. Education and learning are held in the highest regard. The smaller fortress, known as the Lyceum of Light, houses a vast collection of scrolls and tomes, not only on magic and dragonlore but on the sciences, arts, and philosophies of the wider world. Even though the Lyrielles seclude themselves from the outside, they possess an insatiable thirst for knowledge that keeps their minds as sharp as their swords. The Lyrielles are ethereal in their beauty, with eyes that hold the mysteries of the universe—shades of purple that shift with the light. Their silver-gold hair flows like liquid moonlight, a hallmark of their Valyrian bloodline. They are skilled in the art of healing, their touch capable of mending wounds that would confound even the most learned maesters. Their bond with their dragons is profound, rooted in a deep understanding and respect for these majestic creatures.

Their dragons, lithe and swift, mirror their masters in both appearance and temperament. With scales that catch the moon's light, casting reflections in hues of amethyst and sapphire, they are specters of the night sky, their presence felt rather than seen, their agility unmatched by any creature, mythical or otherwise. To the Lyrielles, the world outside is a place of beauty marred by the scars of greed and violence. They see themselves as custodians of what remains pure and true. Their philosophy is one of balance and harmony, seeking to preserve the natural world and its wonders. They are benevolent, yet their kindness is not a weakness but a strength, fortified by their unwavering sense of justice and fairness.

The Lyrielles embody a paradox. They are both guardians and isolationists, wielding their power to protect the natural world and its untold secrets while shunning the very societies they seek to preserve from afar. Their personalities are marked by a gentle demeanor, an innate grace that belies the strength and wisdom that centuries of unbroken tradition have instilled in them. They are the custodians of healing, their knowledge of the arcane arts allowing them to mend wounds and cure maladies thought beyond the reach of mortal hands. Yet, for all their power and knowledge, the Lyrielles possess a naivety born of their seclusion. They view the outside world through the lens of caution and fear, tales of its dangers passed down through generations. This isolation has fostered a deep sense of kinship and loyalty among them, their bonds unbreakable, their trust in one another absolute. In a realm where the quest for power often leads to ruin, House Lyrielle remains a beacon of hope. They are the whisper in the heart of the storm, the unseen hand that guides towards light. Their existence is a testament to the belief that even in the darkest of times, there are those who shine brightly, not for glory or fame, but for the love of all that is good and true in the world.

My other original house:

House Celestyr

House Valysar

@fragileheartbeats . Don't plagiarise, repost, or translate any of my works on here or any other websites.

@emily2003alzaga @nash-dara @altaircc @heavenly1927 @omgsuperstarg @asoiafhyperfixation

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toorurs · 10 days

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COLUMBA

synopsis: rainbow roses represent love and passion. similar to the feelings you’ve harbored for lyney ever since the two of you were children, feelings full of determination and tenderness.you take the initiative to confess your feelings, the cards are already laid out on the table, the choices have already been written out and decided. besides one: the one that reveals lyneys response. how will he react?

✧ pairing: lyney x reader | wordcount: 2.1k | content and warnings: fluff, angst, confessing feelings | prompt: unrequited love | oneshot

✧ authors note: i might dislike this one even more than the "wish you were sober" one... this one's just so much more choppier</3

✧ tags: @azullumi

event: STARCROSSED 2024

“and a rainbow rose for you!”

the sly magician winks at you as he reaches out his gloved hand to yours. lyneys slender fingers are gracefully wrapped around the stem of the colorful flower. he looks at you, eyes full of anticipation as he awaits your reaction.

his eyes twinkle like an amethyst - a gem that gleams and reflects the fluorescent light as it gets shone upon, presenting the purity that lies hidden beneath the depths of the pair of eyes. the irises that are drenched in a deep purple glint with a certain shimmer that you can’t quite make out. if you were to take a guess you’d say that they look hopeful, buoyant, almost fond.

seriously, who were you to deny him? his smile is probably worth a fortune, it’s blithe practically dreamy. the ash blond is undeniably a beauty among the nation of justice - a seraphic seashell that lies buried in the fine sand, easily seeping through the tiny gaps of the palms as it is held with utter care. petite sand corns disappearing out of sight and the only object that remains in the hands is the mussel.

it basks in the radiant sunlight and the sand that slipped out of the grasp of the fingers can only watch in envy, as the seashell continues to relish in the gentleness of the person who discovered it. the one who is allowed to see its beauty and all the secrets that are kept sealed beneath.

amid the vague living room light, lyney continues to shine as elegant as ever. his stage presence long-forgotten, revealing his true nature to you, the lyney whom you know, the one whom you grew up with, the one who makes your heart race. the lyney that shows himself to the outside world is simply just the celebrated magician of the court of fontaine but there was much more to lyney, so much more.

to the people of fontaine he’s like the backside of a playing card, unaware of the image, the number, the symbol that is imprinted on it. but that’s not the case for you. unlike them you know lyney like the back of your hand. the two of you grew up together at the house of the hearth. under the care of father with lynette, freminet and the other children that resided there.

no matter how many times lyney and lynette tried to trick you with one of their new learned magic tricks, you’ve always seen through them. nevertheless you weren’t able to deny that they were really impressive, especially for children of such a young age. naturally, over the years he grew up to be a grand magician, not only wrapping the audience that was seated in the rich red places in the court around his fingers, but also you. luring you in by coaxing mellow praises into your ear and simple gestures like this one, offering you a rainbow rose a day before a performance.

an action that never fails to make you swoon.

his incandescent eyes, the ones that glow like a vibrant glass shard that got swept to the shore by the tide, his million dollar smile that is plastered on his pale face, they are the traits that make lyney look simply irresistible.

(you don't think you could ever reject lyneys advances, after all you’ve already fallen far too deep into the bottomless abyss, also known as love, to search for your path out.)

right now, at this moment you think lyney looks absolutely majestic, heavenly even. taking a snapshot of this wouldn’t be enough to capture the beauty of lyney. neither would a portrait do the job well. the movements of the paintbrush are delicate, swiftly moving around the canvas, but they’re not enough. no matter how many brushstrokes were to be painted, they still wouldn’t be enough.

(either way he’d outshine every other painting that gets hung next to his. he’s the muse that will always be out of everyone's reach.)

simply because lyneys beauty, his bare nature, is something to keep etched into your mind, engraving it onto stone so that it will never fade or wash away, no matter the circumstances.

you reciprocate his action, accepting the flower. grasping the rainbow rose carefully, so that the stem doesn’t crinkle and eventually falls into two pieces or the blossom loses its petals. “my, what’s the occasion?” a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow. you already knew the answer, but, nevertheless you question him. lyneys honeyed voice is a sound you’ll never get tired of. listening to him as he talks never feels like a chore, rather, it feels like a voluntary course that isn’t important at all. but nevertheless you stick around, to not miss what others don't get to see.

“well, as you might already know, a performance awaits the folk of fontaine tomorrow.” the magician responds. you can only chuckle at that, predicting lyney has always been easy for you.

“is that so? i can't wait.” you give him a small grin and take another peek at the flower. beautiful, you think to yourself as you look up to lyney once again. the corners of your mouth curve into a content smile. lyney stares right back at you and does the same, giving you a bright grin in return that makes your heart pump quickly.

the brightness of lyneys smile competes with the one of the sun, it’s warm and welcoming. it works wonders like medicine, soothing and curing your wounds with a simple grin. lyney is out of this world, he's charismatic, making you fall for him head over heels. fun to be around, always making you laugh over stupid jokes. and not to mention caring.

the first two buttons of his white dress shirt are unbuttoned, showing off his delicate collarbone. lyney was never particularly muscular, rather, he had a quite slender build.

“i’ve never put much effort into my physical training as in my shows. after all, i have an audience to bewitch with magic tricks, not my body." you recall his words and the giggle he let out after.

some strands of his ash blonde hair are out of place, including his dyed one. his maroon colored hair slightly stands out, but you don’t mind, it's similar to the color of a maple leaf, vivid and lively. flying through the wind, admired by passersby as it floats around in the air. out of reach until someone takes the chance to grab it.

“by the way, where’s the thank you?” lyney jokes in an offended manner. his sultry voice snapping you out of your former haze.

“hm?” you tilt your head to the side.

“for the flower.” he points at the rose with his gloved finger.

“ah, right. thanks a lot, it's really pretty.” you thank him by giving him another smile. before casting your gaze down to the rose again, admiring the colorful petals as you remember charlotte's words.

“for example, magicians often use “rainbow roses” in their flower related performances to represent passion and romantic encounters.” her words stuck to you like a millstone around one’s neck. surely lyney knows what they mean, he’s not unaware what they symbolize right?

it makes you wonder if lyney is aware of your feelings, and possibly even returns them. lyney has always had a keen eye for the beauty of this world, attentively swaying his gaze around and admiring the elegance that lies within each individual. did lyney also see that kind of beauty in you? one that goes even further down, reaching into the inescapable depths. but then he’d face the ugliness that slummers at the bottom, despite that, how is lyney able to love you?

for you the beauty of this planet has always been lyney. he’s the sun that you bask in, relishing in its warmth as the sun tendrils place delicate kisses on your body. the water that engulfs your body, plattering against your limbs and makes you feel refreshed. he’s the blood that runs through your veins, the one that makes you function properly.

the question still lingers in the air: does lyney reciprocate your feelings?

your grip around the rose is tight, fearing that it might slip out of your grasp when you’re inattentive and losing it. you watch lyney make his way to the stage, the crowd already awaits their renowned magician, waiting in and staring in awe as he performs another unpredictable magic trick.

the air is thick, the tension increases at every passing second, for both you and the crowd. if lyney takes another step, you’ll lose the lyney you know, your lyney. instead you’ll have to watch as he takes up on his persona, even if it’s only for a mere hour, it always feels like an eternity to you, until you get to see the lyney whom you love again.

besides the sound of lyney who was shuffling his cards thoroughly once again, it was dead silent.

“nervous?” lyney looks up to you, a knowing glint in his eyes.

“huh?” you’re confused, what is he implying.

“the way you fiddle with your fingers.” he points at your hands with one of the cards, a red heart you notice. “you only do that when you're anxious.” lyney says. “come on, tell me what’s wrong, you know that i’m always here for you, right?” he gives you a reassuring smile, a genuine smile that isn’t there to satisfy his guests.

sometimes you forget how easy it is for lyney to see right through you. you nod as a response to his observation. “yeah, ironic isn't it? i’m nervous even though you’re the one who’ll enter the stage at any given moment now.” you try to sound steady, trying to convince yourself. but your voice betrays you, it quivers.

“aww.” lyney coos at you. “you know i hate that expression on you, do you not?” the ash blond sighs dramatically, purple eyes still maintaining eye contact, a fond shadow casting over his pupils. “how am i supposed to go out and present, knowing that my best friend is dying from nervousness.” he jokes, shaking his head. before he looks up at you once again with a look that says “don’t worry.”

best friend.

“lyney.“ you try to gather your courage, how does one confess their feelings to the person whom they adore? lyney smiles at you “yeah? i’m all ears.”

“lyney, you’re probably already aware of my feelings. but i really like you. i love you. i've loved you ever since we got introduced to one another, ever since we were children.” you don’t dare to look him into his eyes, too embarrassed by your confession just now. you play with the fabric of your freshly ironed shirt a bit, to distract yourself, as you await lyneys reactions.

“archons, since when were you this sentimental?” lyney laughs out. “that’s what you were afraid of telling me?” he takes a few steps so that he stands in front of you now. “gotten all shy now?” the magician teases before patting your head. the action makes you look up, greeted by lyneys smile . “i love you too. youre like another sibling to me.” he slightly tilts his head to the side. "even though we’re not blood related, it just feels like we’re family, don’t you think?”

“no! lyney that's not what i-” you protest but you get cut off by the announcement.

“and now ladies and gentlemen, presenting fontaines renowned duo, mr. lyney and ms. lynette! a big applause please!”

“ah!” lyney looks behind him where everything was already set up and put in place. “i suppose that is my sign to leave. farewell!” he inches away from you. “let’s reunite after the show, shall we?” he winks at you and bids you goodbye before rushing off to make his way over to the stage.

you remain glued to the floor, frozen in place after you’ve just gotten rejected. you hope this is just another one of lyneys antics, a joke that he will later on reveal as faux and tell you that he reciprocates your feelings. but you know that he won't. yes, perhaps lyney is a liar, a good one at that. he has lied to a dozen people before, but never once to you.

the rainbow rose in your head shines vividly in the dim lightning, its petals making it glow beautifully. you’re not sure what came over you, frustration, regret, remorse. you’re not certain. the petals that were once finely attached to the pistil, will be gone, you rip the petals off, one by one.

he loves me, he loves me not, he loves me, he loves me not.

e/n: "i got sibling-zoned." "that's rough buddy."

#— STARCROSSED 2024 !!#toorurs #—stellaronhvnters.#genshin impact #genshin #genshin impact x reader #genshin x reader #lyney x reader #lyney fluff #lyney angst #genshin impact fluff #genshin impact angst #genshin angst #genshin fluff #genshin impact x you #lyney x you

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lua-magic · 1 month

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Numbers secrets that brings good luck.

Avoid using numbers eight and four in your mobile, or even in bank account number because eight represents 🪐 SATURN and Saturn has the energy to slow down things, avoid using symbols of Saturn as well ie infinity ♾️ because it represents loop, it will keep you in a loop and give you result after hard work.

Four is the number of Rahu, Rahu is an illusion, it keeps you stuck in desires without giving you result, Rahu is smoke, so Rahu makes you hallucinate and delusion which keeps you away from reality. Avoid using symbols of Rahu such as snake and Dragons, as I have observed many people get such tatoo and Rahu turns their life upside down.

So, avoid using numbers like 888 and 444 because you are only giving strength to Rahu and Saturn, as I have seen Many people uses such numbers thinking it is good luck, but until and unless Rahu and Saturn are well placed in your chart avoid eighth and four.

You can choose numbers like one(sun) which represents success and authority.

Two(Moon) which is your creativity and imagination.

Three(Jupiter) which knowledge and higher learning.

Five (Mercury) which skill and travel.

Six(Venus) Which luxury and beauty.

Seven (ketu) Untill and unless you want to go deep into Astrology and occult don't use this number as ketu gives you isolation but great idea comes only when you are isolated.

Nine(9) Nine is number of Mars, Mars is good as it gives you lot of energy and passion but also makes you accident and injury prone so don't overuse this number.

Certain combination of numbers you need to avoid that is 24 because two is moon and four is Rahu and moon and rahu are enemy planets. Again this number when add comes on six which is number of Venus, but instead you can use 51.

Next is 26 because when you add two and six it will come on eighth which also represents Saturn.

Avoid using 🖤 black colour, because it is colour of Saturn.

Blue is Rahu, and Red is Mars, use in minimal quantity, especially in your House.

Don't use red bedsheet and black bed sheets it will effect your sleep and married life negatively. Avoid using blue and grey as well, as grey is ketu.

Your bed room is Venus, so use more white colour in bedroom and rose fragrance.

If you facing problems with liquid cash then your moon is afflicted, increase water elements in your house, like keep an Aquarium, or a fountain.

If you want name and fame then use picture of sun in your house.

If you want to increase energy of Mars, then use tortoise symbol at home, because tortoise symbolises strong back which can take the load.

Tortoise symbol is good, if you are facing problems in job.

If you want to increase Jupiter energy that for knowledge and guidance then use more yellow colour in house and keep temple inside your House and keep it clean.

Avoid using half cut photos or symbols because it represents ketu.

If you have any idol or there is someone like whom you want to become, keep his/her photo in North eastern corner, because north east is your subconscious mind

Keep north east corner always clean and avoid keeping anything there

Remember, choose your idols wisely our subconscious mind is extremely powerful so if your idol's married life is mess even your married life will go for a toss, so choose very wisely whom you follow, don't follow any successful person mindlessly.

If you want to increase energy of Mercury, or if you are facing problems in your business then keep more green plants at your home and use more green colour..

#numerology #vedic astro observations #spirituality #astrology #astro observations #astro notes #astro community #vastutips #vastushastra #vastu

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hiii rinna!!! congratulations on 2k!!!!!! ˃ᴗ˂ 🫶🫶🫶🎉🎉🎉🎉agsgsh I hope I'm not too late ^^"

can I request silver with white rose? :D

foolish decisions in blossoming love

Pairing: Silver x gn!reader

Synopsis: in getting one bouquet for a friend, you ended up getting another bouquet for a stranger

Tags: meet cute, fluff, florist au, reader is just really flustered

Word count: 1.1k+

Notes: you're not late at all kei, im the one who's late ⊙⁠﹏⁠⊙ i hope silver fluff makes up for it!!

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flower of choice: white roses

white roses represent pure love, indicating that you are willing to sacrifice your all for your love

The bell tinkled gently as you pushed open the door to the quaint flower shop. Stepping inside, you were immediately enveloped in a symphony of fragrances, the sweet aroma of fresh blooms mingling with the earthy scent of potted plants. The air was alive with vitality, as if each petal and leaf whispered secrets of beauty and renewal.

Your gaze swept over the charming interior, your eyes drinking in the riot of colours and shapes that adorned every corner of the shop. A kaleidoscope of blossoms greeted you, their vibrant hues dancing in the soft, golden light that filtered through the windows. It was a scene straight out of a painting, a sanctuary of serenity amidst the bustling city streets.

You caught a flicker of movement out of the corner of your eye, and your attention was drawn to the silver-haired man, positioned behind the counter. His fingers expertly arranged a bouquet with effortless skill, moving with a fluidity that hinted at years of practice. The gentle sunlight bathed his face, creating a soft halo around his silhouette.

Your heart skipped a beat as you beheld him, and your breath momentarily caught in your throat. There was an ethereal quality to his presence, reminiscent of a fairy straight out of a storybook.

"Excuse me," you finally managed to murmur, your voice barely above a whisper as you stood before him, spellbound by his presence.

He looked up, his purple-blue eyes meeting yours with a softness that sent shivers down your spine. "Hello there," he replied, a smile gracing his lips. "How may I help you?"

Your mind cleared momentarily, focusing on the reason you came here. "I’m looking to buy a bouquet," you said, your voice steadier now. “My friend hasn't been feeling well lately. I thought some flowers might brighten their day.”

He nodded sympathetically, understanding the sentiment.

“I see… Is there a particular type they like?”

"Not particularly. I just want something to lift their spirits," you answered earnestly.

With a gentle nod, he considered your words, his fingers tracing over the petals of various blooms thoughtfully. “Perhaps a bouquet of lilies," he suggested, his eyes alight with inspiration. "Lilies are often associated with purity and success, making them a perfect choice to wish for a successful recovery."

You hummed at his words, a sense of wonder dawning on your face. "I didn’t know flowers carried messages…" you mumbled curiously.

He smiled warmly, appreciating your interest. "Yes, the language of flowers has been used for centuries to convey sentiments and emotions. Each flower has its own unique symbolism, allowing us to express our feelings in a beautiful and meaningful way," he explained, his passion for flowers shining through in his words.

As you watched him speak, you found yourself drawn to the grace with which he moved, the way his fingers delicately caressed each petal as if coaxing out its hidden secrets. There was something about the warmth in his eyes, the sincerity in his voice, that stirred your soul. You found yourself hanging onto his every word, entranced by the depth of his passion.

It was irrational of you to be so affected by a stranger. You wanted to stay in his presence, to bask in the light of his warmth and kindness for as long as you possibly could. In that fleeting moment, you found yourself inexplicably attached to him, drawn to him in a way that defied all logic and reason.

In an effort to hear him talk more, to hear his calming voice longer, you pointed to a delicate white rose, meekly asking, "What does this one mean?

His eyes crinkled as he smiled gently. "White roses symbolize pure love."

Your heart skipped a beat once again, the meaning of the flower resonating deeply within you. "Pure love," you murmured, lost in thought for a moment.

“I’ll be right back,” Silver said, breaking you out of your thoughts as he disappeared into the back of the shop with some lilies, leaving you alone with your thoughts and your infatuation towards the gentle florist. You was barely gone for five minutes, but you already missed him, wanting to spend more time with him, to learn more about the stories that lay hidden behind his kind eyes and warm demeanour.

But how could you make it more natural? How could you bridge the gap between customer and florist? The answer eluded you, but you knew that you couldn't let this opportunity slip away.

"Here we are," Silver said, a sense of satisfaction in his voice as he walked back to your side. "I hope it brings comfort and cheer to your friend."

Your eyes shimmered with gratitude as you beheld the finished arrangement. "It’s beautiful…," you breathed, your voice filled with awe. "Thank you. I'm sure they’ll love it."

Silver’s smile brightened at your words, and you felt a surge of courage welling up inside you. With a timid yet determined voice, you finally voiced the words that had been lingering on your tongue. "If it’s alright, I'd like to request another too."

His brows furrowed slightly, a flicker of curiosity crossing his features. "Another bouquet?"

You nodded, bashfulness colouring your cheeks. "Yes, one with white roses, please."

A flash of disappointment crossed his face before he quickly put on a polite smile. “Of course, please wait a moment,” before disappearing in the back again.

A pang of sadness tugged at his heart as he meticulously prepared the delicate white roses. He couldn't help but feel a twinge of disappointment knowing that you already had someone in your life whom you wanted to dedicate pure love to. Despite his efforts to hide it, a faint shadow crossed his features as he arranged the flowers with practised care, his thoughts momentarily clouded by a hint of longing.

But as he showed you the completed bouquet, his feelings of melancholy were quickly replaced by a surge of warmth, your genuine appreciation for his assistance washing away any lingering sadness.

You swiftly settled the payment for both bouquets, your heart pounding with anticipation as you gathered your courage. With a determined breath, you reached out and delicately handed Silver the bouquet of white roses. His eyes met yours, a confused expression flickering across his features as he awaited your next move.

"Silver," you began, your voice trembling slightly yet resolute, "these are for you." As the words slipped from your lips, a rush of uncertainty engulfed you, but you pushed through, driven by the intensity of your emotions. "They represent... what I feel for you."

Embarrassment flooded your senses as the rational side of you chastised the idiocy of giving flowers to a florist. Could you be any more embarrassing?

Hastily, you uttered, "Thank you for your help! I hope I’ll see you more often!" Leaving behind a note bearing your number, you made a swift exit with the lilies, the jingle of the bell marking your departure.

But had you lingered for just a moment longer, you would have witnessed a rosy blush blossoming across the florist's cheeks and spreading down his neck, a loving smile spreading across his face.

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srvbryn · 3 months

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heyy, I was the one that asked if you're taking requests and I'm so happy you are!!

Could I request Luke x reader, where reader stats sending him some anonymous notes (just small things to avoid being obvious) and ends up getting kinda sad when Luke is considering almost every girl in the camp except her, and the ending can be whatever you like

Hope you're comfortable with this! 🥺

Also, if you're up to make tags with anon identification can I be 🫀anon? (It's so I can find the answers to my asks faster, but it's okay if you don't want to 😊

Hope you have a nice day 👋

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𐙚⋆.˚ Luke Castellan X f!reader (no mention of Godly parent)

Summary: "I've always admired you" He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's known as a traitor.

𐙚⋆.˚ light angst, THEY USED TO BE FRIENDS but then idk shit happened man, Luke actually like reader BUT he thought reader didn't like him so he spend time with different girls everyday to ignore his feelings lol, this shit take a whole different turn LMAOAOA

A/n: THIS ONE IS SO BAD - this writing shit block hit hard 😭😭 I barely have any ideas , I'm sorry if this one is BAD 🫀 anon 😔

“For what it's worth

I did love you

And I could have said it a thousand and one times

But I wanted nothing more than for you to hear

To understand and to represent all that it meant

And I would say it again

To make it a thousand and two I do still love you

And it sure still does sound sweet

For what it's worth

I understand you

Maybe as far as you want me to

Maybe even more, but I do

And the consequences of understanding you

I didn't know would be love

Love unabashed and irreplaceable

Love that can't be replicated

A flame that didn't need to be fanned

Because how can you understand the beauty of a rose

And leave it in the garden...”

Maybe knowing it has thorns?”

Eighteen-year-old (name) has her future all planned out - spending the time at Camp Half Blood and move out of the place; attend college near the city; spend the summer in Spain.

The second I close my eyes, the memories play, and I find myself back at the beginning.

He used to be the sweetest boy in camp, but now he's not. It was sweet how he would respond to girls smiling at him. He was kind, the type of man you would want in a relationship.

He's literally the personification of a fairytale man, the way he walks the way he talks.

He's flawless.

i. The first time I secretly gave you a note

I got some paper and wrote down my feelings for him. This is the first love letter I've ever written, and the first I've sent to Luke.

When I was finished, I went in without anyone noticing, folded the paper, inserted it through the slit, and pushed it inside.

You sigh with relief. It was dumb; seriously, a love letter? He's the most gorgeous and strongest swordsman in the camp, and the only way you can confess is through an anonymous love letter??

It was sparring time, and you really enjoyed it because you could admire Luke Castellan.

What you didn't expect to see was an Aphrodite girl batting her eyelashes so hard while staring at him. She's going to fly with that eyelash of hers, you thought to yourself.

But she has courage, and you admire her for it.

Lover girl: 0

Ms steal your man (#1) : 1

Luke Castellan was still awake that night, looking at the moon, as is his usual routine, which no one knows about.

Reading the notes he found inside his locker,

"Dear Luke, I've always admired you since the first time I saw you. - ♡"

It was short, but not meaningless, because it was the first time someone gave him something to remember.

Lover girl: +1

Ms steal your man (#1): +0

ii. 14th February - I hate you

It would've been nice if your crush noticed you. You would be lying if you said you didn't hate valentine the most.

Inside her cabin, (Name) couldn't shake the sting of loneliness on Valentine's Day.

Tears welled up in her eyes as she imagined Luke enjoying the company with other cabin girls. "Why does he always choose them over me?" she questioned, her heart heavy with unspoken emotions.

Meanwhile, in the dimly lit hallways, Luke laughed with the others, blissfully unaware of (Name)'s pain.

"Luke, why not spend some time with (Name)?" Annabeth suggested, sensing her sadness. Luke brushed it off with a casual remark, "She's fine on her own."

Back in her cabin, (Name) clenched her fists, whispering to herself, "I'm always on my own." She tried to distract herself, but every attempt failed. The distant echoes of laughter outside only intensified her solitude.

As the night deepened, (Name) heard footsteps approaching her cabin. Hope flickered, but it dimmed as she realized it wasn't Luke. A gentle knock echoed, "You okay, (Name)?"

Tears streaming down her face, she replied, "I just wanted to spend Valentine's Day with someone who actually cares."

iii. I should hate you

"You should've seen (Name)'s face," one girl giggled, recounting a previous encounter. "She's such a mess."

Deep in her heartache, (Name) wished Luke would notice her suffering. "Am I not enough?" she wondered, dealing with the harsh reality of his neglect.

The cabin's walls appeared to close in as the weight of unspoken words pressed down.

Luke's laughter echoed through the night, a stark contrast to (Name)'s silent sobs.

She craved his presence, his understanding, but he remained blissfully ignorant. "I thought I meant something to him," she murmured, wiping away tears.

iv. Thank you, Annabeth

The evening sun cast a warm glow over the tranquil lake as (Name) joined Annabeth, Percy, and Grover.

Laughter and chatter filled the air as they settled by the water's edge. Annabeth, with her piercing eyes, couldn't help but notice (Name) seemed distant.

"Hey, (Name), you've been quiet. Everything okay?" she asked, concern etched on her face. (Name) sighed, her gaze fixed on the water. "Yeah, just thinking about stuff, you know?"

Percy, ever the perceptive one, chimed in, "You can talk to us. We're like family."

Grover nodded in agreement, "Totally, (Name), we're here for you."

As they enjoyed the lakeside atmosphere, Annabeth couldn't ignore (Name)'s glances toward where Luke was chatting with another girl.

She approached (Name). "Look, (Name), it's been going on for a while now. You can't keep avoiding this. You should tell Luke how you feel instead of sulking every time he talks to someone else."

(Name) tensed, her expression guarded. "It's not that simple, Annabeth. Luke and I are practically strangers."

Annabeth crossed her arms, her voice gentle yet firm. "You're like an older sister to us, and we hate seeing you upset. If you don't tell him, you'll always wonder 'what if.' Trust me, it's better to know than to wonder."

The words lingered between them, and (Name) mulled them over as they decided to take a dip in the lake. The water was cool, and the moon reflected on its surface as they swam.

Percy splashed water at Grover, starting a playful water fight. (Name) couldn't help but smile at their antics, but her thoughts still lingered on Annabeth's advice.

As they swam back to the shore, Percy asked, "Come on, (Name), join the fun! Don't let your worries ruin the evening."

(Name) hesitated for a moment before giving in, and soon laughter echoed around the lake as they played and enjoyed each other's company.

v. Realization

Luke's curiosity got the better of him when he noticed (Name) sneaking into Hermes Cabin.

As he approached her, he had a furrowed brow and a puzzled expression on his face, and the pile of small love notes in her hands revealed the secret he had unknowingly discovered.

"(Name), what are you doing here? And what's with all these notes?" Luke said.

Her cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and nervousness. "Luke, I... um, well, these notes are for you. I've been leaving them hoping you will read them"

Luke's eyes widened in realization, understanding crossing his features.

Luke said teasingly. "You're the one behind these notes? Why keep it a secret?"

Glancing everywhere but at him, you replied "you hangout with different girls everyday what makes you think I have the courage to confess?"

Luke's expression softened as he processed (Name)'s confession. The air between them thickened.

"You don't have to hide, (Name). Your notes brought joy to my days. Knowing it's you only makes them more special."

vi. The prophecy

“Luke—”

“Good-bye, Percy. There is a new Golden Age coming and you won’t be part of it.”

He slashed his sword in an arc and disappeared in a ripple of darkness.

The scorpion lunged.

I swatted it away with my hand and uncapped my sword. The thing jumped at me and I cut it in half in midair.

I was about to congratulate myself until I looked down at my hand. My palm had a huge red welt, oozing and smoking with yellow guck. The thing had gotten me after all.

My ears pounded. My vision went foggy. The water, I thought. It healed me before.

I stumbled to the creek and submerged my hand, but nothing seemed to happen. The poison was too strong. My vision was getting dark. I could barely stand up.

Sixty seconds, Luke had told me.

I had to get back to camp. If I collapsed out here, my body would be dinner for a monster. Nobody would ever know what had happened.

My legs felt like lead. My forehead was burning. I stumbled toward the camp, and the nymphs stirred from their trees.

“Help,” I croaked. “Please . . .”

Two of them took my arms, pulling me along. I remember making it to the clearing, a counselor shouting for help, a centaur blowing a conch horn.

Then everything went black.

Oh gods, "Annabeth-" (name) voice breaks the silence.

"I know (name) I know" She replied.

...

“You idiot,” Annabeth said, which is how I knew she was overjoyed to see me conscious. “You were green and turning gray when me and (name) found you. If it weren’t for Chiron’s healing . . .”

The room was quiet when Percy told them the story.

It was quiet for a long time.

“I can’t believe that Luke...” Annabeth’s voice faltered. Her expression turned angry and sad. “Yes. Yes, I can believe it. May the gods curse him.... He was never the same after his quest.”

“(name) can you believe what he just did?!” Annabeth said.

"I don't.. but seeing Percy like this oh my gods... I'm so sorry Perce"

Maybe I was dumb for not noticing you were plotting to betray us.

See you on the other side, Luke Castellan.

#🫀 anon #luke pjo #luke castellan fluff #luke castellan #luke castellan x reader #luke castellan angst #pjo fanfic #pjo series #pjo x reader #percy jackon and the olympians #percy jackson #percy series #percabeth #grover underwood #annabeth chase

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deluluwrites · 9 months

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Florist!Barbie x Ken

✨Part 2

🌸💖🌷🌺💐🌸💖🌷🌺💐🌸💖🌷🌺💐

Once upon a time in the colorful world of BarbieLand, there was a lovely Barbie named Florist Barbie. She had her own little flower shop, “Blooms and Petals," filled with beautiful blossoms of all colors and varieties.

Every day, the doll inhabitants of BarbieLand would come to her shop to buy flowers for their loved ones, and Florist Barbie would take pride in arranging the most enchanting bouquets for them.

Unlike the other Barbie dolls, Florist Barbie had a unique passion for flowers, and her shop was known for its enchanting arrangements and delightful fragrances.

However, there was something that set her apart from the rest of the Barbies in town - there was a hint of sadness in her eyes because, unlike many other Barbies, she didn't have a Ken of her own.

Every day, like clockwork, Stereo Ken strolled into "Blooms and Petals" to buy a bouquet for Stereo Barbie, the girl of his dreams.

Florist Barbie couldn't help but feel a pang of longing whenever she saw them together, as she secretly harbored feelings for Stereo Ken.

Stereo Ken was dashing, with his perfectly coiffed hair and chiseled features. He came to “Blooms and Petals” every morning to buy flowers for Stereo Barbie.

Every morning as Stereo Ken walked into her shop. She'd watch him carefully as he perused the blooms, helping him choose the most meaningful flowers that he believed would win Stereo Barbie's heart.

Florist Barbie's stomach would flutter uncontrollably as she admired Ken from afar, secretly pining for his affection. She knew she could never reveal her feelings, for she feared it would ruin their friendship and Ken's admiration for her floral expertise.

Despite her own longing for him, Florist Barbie couldn't resist helping him. She knew she was trapped in a bittersweet situation where she had to be the silent supporter of his romantic pursuit.

One day, Stereo Ken entered the shop, looking a bit troubled. "Hey, Barbie," he greeted her with a hint of sadness in his voice.

"Hey, Ken, What brings you in today?" she replied with a warm smile. “I need your help," Ken admitted, glancing around the shop nervously. "I want to get the perfect flowers for Barbie today. I've been trying so hard to win her heart, but I just feel like I'm not good enough for her."

Florist Barbie's heart sank, "Ken, you are an amazing person," she said sincerely, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You are kind, thoughtful, and caring. Anyone would be lucky to have you."

Ken sighed, "I don't know. Barbie is so perfect, and I feel like I can never measure up to her expectations." Florist Barbie felt a mix of sympathy and frustration.

She wanted to tell him that he deserved someone who appreciated him for who he was, but she couldn't reveal her true feelings. Instead, she focused on helping him find the perfect flowers for Barbie.

"Let's pick out some flowers with special meanings," she suggested, leading him through the shop. "How about these roses? They represent love and admiration, which perfectly captures your feelings for Barbie."

Ken nodded, his face brightening a little. "That sounds good. What else?" Florist Barbie went to another display, “Oooh! Lilies, represent purity and devotion, which can be perfect if you want to show your sincerity.”

She went to another display and picked some more flowers, “Or these Orchids could signify beauty and admiration, which is an ideal choice to convey your admiration for her grace. And then, there are the sunflowers, symbolizing warmth and happiness, a great way to express the joy she brings into your life."

Ken listened intently to her words, nodding slowly. "Those are all wonderful choices, Barbie. But you know what I just realized? Aren't all these your favorite too?"

Florist Barbie blushed, unable to hide her secret any longer. "Well, yes, they are," she admitted, her voice a soft whisper. "I find beauty and meaning in all of them. But enough about me, let's focus on helping you choose the perfect bouquet for Barbie."

They continued their search, and Florist Barbie carefully selected a bouquet that conveyed love, admiration, sincerity, warmth, and happiness, hoping that Stereo Barbie would see the depth of Ken's affection.

As Ken hurriedly gathered the bouquet, he turned to Florist Barbie with a grateful smile. "Thanks for all your help, Barbie. I don't know what I would have done without you. You're such a good friend."

Florist Barbie's heart sank as she forced a weak smile in return. "You're welcome, Ken. I'm glad I could assist you. I hope Barbie loves the flowers."

Ken nodded enthusiastically, seemingly oblivious to the turmoil within Florist Barbie's heart. "I'm sure she will. They're perfect, just like you always say."

With that, he dashed out of the flower shop, leaving Florist Barbie standing there, feeling the weight of heartbreak and unrequited love.

She watched him go, struggling to keep her composure, "That's what I do, Barbie," she sighs whispering to herself, forcing a smile. "I help others find happiness even if it's not with me."

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The next day, BarbieLand was buzzing with excitement as Stereo Barbie announced she was hosting a Big Blowout Party.

Florist Barbie was attending the event, feeling a mix of excitement and sadness. She chatted with her friend Allan, who could see the longing in her eyes whenever Ken was mentioned.

Ken approached them, looking anxious. "Hey, Barbie. Allan. Can I talk to you for a moment?" Allan looked at Florist Barbie curiously. "Sure, Ken. What's on your mind?" Florist Barbie tried to appear composed, even though her heart was racing as she replied almost instantly.

"I'm thinking of asking Barbie(Stereo) to dance tonight. Do you think she'd say yes?" he asked, nervously running his hand through his perfectly coiffed hair and scratching his neck nervously.

“Well I think-“ Allan begins wanting to give his buddy advice but Florist Barbie musters smile and interrupts. "Absolutely, Ken. You should go for it! I'm sure she'd love to dance with you."

Ken thanks them giving Florist Barbie his wine goblet joining the dance floor leaving Florist Barbie feeling a mixture of happiness for him and deep sorrow within herself.

Allan, seeing her distress, took her aside. "Barbie, you can't keep this to yourself any longer. You need to tell Ken how you feel."

She sighs throwing the goblet behind her, "I can't, Allan. It's too painful. I'll only end up losing his friendship too."

Allan placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. "You deserve to be happy too, Barbie. You never know how Ken might feel about you if you don't confess. Take a chance, or you'll always wonder what could have been."

Despite Allan's words, Florist Barbie left the party heartbroken. She found solace near a shimmering pink water fountain. Sitting alone, she felt a deep pain in her heart as she stared at her reflection in the plastic water.

Suddenly, to her shock, a human-like tear trickled down her porcelain cheek. "What is happening to me?" she wondered in astonishment. Shocked, she touched her face, wondering how such a thing was possible. Little did she know that her genuine emotions and the depth of her feelings had brought her to life in a way she had never experienced before.

Part 2….?

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DIAMOND RING 💍

Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: Pedro reflects on the biggest mistake of his life: letting you go

Warnings: angst, age gap, insinuations of cheating (open to interpretation), no happy ending

A/N: don't be tricked by the name of the story, this is a sad one and no happy ending

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If someone asked Pedro what was his biggest regret in life in an interview, he would probably make something up just to please the media and he could get away with the answer.

But if his friends or family asked him about that… well, they wouldn't even need to ask the question in the first place, they all knew his biggest regret was letting you go.

You'd been his for four years, four of the happiest years of his life, yes he wasn't that famous, and he certainly didn't have as much money as he did now. But the two of you were happy.

He was older than you, by almost more than twenty years and your family wasn't thrilled to see you fresh out of college with a guy much older, but you didn't care. You loved him with all of your heart. He was handsome, sweet, he had a beautiful soul and it didn't matter if people talked about your age difference. It was not his fault Pedro had fallen for someone who was younger and it wasn't your fault you had fallen for someone older. Despite the odds, you were meant to be.

Pedro could never get his hands off you, he'd never been more turned on before. You and him would spend the whole weekend in bed, just exploring each other's body and making plans for the future.

He always dreamed about making it big and you believed blindly he would reach his goals. You supported him through his jobs, some of them were bigger and some paid better, but it was still not what Pedro had dreamed of.

He would hold you tight at night and whisper sweet nothings into your ear, including promising you once he got a big, well paying role, he would buy you the biggest diamond ring he could find.

You two would burst out laughing at the idea, but you enjoyed closing your eyes and daydreaming about that. Not because of the money, of course, you didn't care about it at all. Of course having a comfortable life was good, but you two had already had that. You lived together in a decent apartment, you and Pedro managed to pay the bills and there was even some extra cash to travel here and there. Not to mention how happy you were, you had each other and that was the most valuable thing in your life.

Yet, you daydreamed about the ring, not because of the diamond, but you daydreamed about what it represented. Pedro, on his knees, offering you that symbolism of a life together, a marriage, maybe kids, your future together.

But not everything was a bed of roses.

And no matter how much you loved Pedro, you felt upset each time you were seen together on the streets and he said you were nothing but a friend. Pedro always explained he wanted to preserve his personal life, and you weren't against that, you knew that even if he weren't that famous yet he was already photographed on the street, so you figured once he reached fame it would be worse.

But it still stung to be addressed as a friend only, as if you were his dirty little secret. Good enough to be his girlfriend at home, but not enough to be his girlfriend in public.

Whenever you saw him getting ready to hit a red carpet or a public event your heart clenched at the small amount of envy you felt. You often wondered how good it would be to be all dressed up and dolled up to follow him to premieres. Walk around movie starts, watch all sorts of releases before everyone else, but you always got the same answer whenever you asked Pedro if you could come: you'll come with me the next time, sweetheart.

Also the long shooting schedules took a heavy toll on your relationship, Pedro was always all around the country, sometimes abroad, up to six, eight months shooting in latin america.

You trusted him blindly, but sometimes your insecurities got the best of you, he worked with so many beautiful women, met actresses, models, and all sorts of gorgeous girls while you were back home. Sometimes a picture or two would surface with him and the cast, or him and another woman smiling, but to anyone who asked, Pedro would say the same he did about you: it was just one of his friends.

As the years went by, you saw your friends moving on, growing mature and taking steps to adult life. Less parties, less clubs, and engagements, weddings and baby showers were the places you would mostly see them. You were so happy for them, but you couldn't control that tiny little jealousy seed growing within, as it seemed everyone was evolving and you were stuck. You loved Pedro with all of your heart, but you began wondering if he loved you just as much.

When Pedro got the Mandalorian role, you thought your chest would explode out of love and pride, knowing he had worked so hard for decades, he had done his best and had to overcome so much, so you got his favorite bottle of wine and headed home after work.

He was already there, he had just got off the phone with one of his sisters and smiled at you. It was a nervous smile, but you didn't even care, you ran to his arms and hugged him tight, burying your face into his neck and looked up at him. You tried kissing him, but he stopped you.

"I got something for you" Pedro said and asked you to sit down.

You obeyed excitedly and curiously, watching him attentively.

He sat next to you and cupped your cheeks "I got something for you, but you gotta promise me you will let me explain and you won't interrupt me" he asked gently and he got the small box out of his pocket, showing a beautiful, elegant ring. The diamond was big and sparkly and you couldn't believe your eyes. It felt like you were invaded by a bunch of butterflies flying around your whole body.

"Pedro…" you whispered, already tearing up, your heart racing to the point you could hear your blood pumping through your ears.

"Shh, let me speak, Y/N" he asked.

"I always promised you you'd get one of these when I finally got a lot of money, because you deserve it as you've always been with me, supporting me, and I'll always be thankful to you for that" he looked into your eyes and caressed your cheek.

"But we can't continue doing this, Y/N. I love you, but I can't give you what you want. You want a husband, kids, a house with a white fence and that's just not me, that's not who I am and what I want for my life. You're incredible and I want you to take this ring to remember our times together" he swallowed hard and hated to see the disappointment in your eyes, how they swelled up with tears and you sniffed before crying.

You couldn't believe what was happening. Pedro was dumping you now his career was about to kick off, after all the time you supported him now you weren't good enough for him.

You looked at the ring and shook your head throwing at him

"I don't want this fucking ring, fuck you Pedro!" You yelled at him and exited the living room.

You never looked back.

Another four years had passed and your lives took opposite turns, Pedro became a real superstar, to the point it was nearly impossible grabbing your phone without seeing something about him and his career.

You hadn't spoken again, but you still followed each other on Instagram. You saw his posts but pretended you didn't. And he did the same with you. He watched as you evolved into a beautiful, mature woman, but never made any interaction with you. He wondered if you ever missed him like he missed you everyday.

He'd had many friends over these last few years but none of them got as nearly as you did into his heart and as much as he hates admitting the truth, his heart did break a little when you made your new relationship official. His breath got ragged and his anxiety spiked when he took a look at your boyfriend.

He was the complete opposite of Pedro.

Your boyfriend was tall, blonde, had piercing blue eyes and was way younger than him.

Pedro tried ignoring it, let it go, he reminded himself there were hundreds, thousands of women who would just about anything to sleep with him, and yet, that thought didn't make him feel better.

It didn't matter what he tried to do to distract himself, that feeling was still in the back of his throat, burning and making him uncomfortable.

He thought it wouldn't be worse than that, but then it was, when less than a year he'd seen your post, you made another one to announce your engagement.

In the picture, your now fiance held you as you both showed your hands to the camera, making it possible to see the ring. Pedro sighed and went to his nightstand, getting the small box he'd kept after these four years and saw the ring you refused.

His was more expensive and more beautiful, but your current ring made you happy, because it wasn't just about the price or the size of the gem. The ring you carried now, was given by another man, another man who could give you something Pedro never could and never wanted.

He was going to give you a family, while Pedro only wanted to have fun. That was the difference between them, and luckily to you, you'd picked the right man this time.

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A/N: reader's boyfriend face claim is Lithuanian actor Rihard Lepers because I have the hots for him as well xD

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etheries1015 · 2 months

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Dear writer whose writings I love,

HEYYO. IT'S ME AGAIN. (I sent the Lilia using u as a stress relief you ask heheheha!!)

SO LIKE IMAGINE THIS (unrequited love that is actually requited love!)

You're on a "date" with Lilia to the gardens. (You wish)

And then you get to the Gardina section of the flowers and show it to him, knowing fully of what it means. (You hope, yet also don't hope he gets what's you're trying to say)

[FUN FACT: Gardenias are elegant and fragrant flowers that have long been associated with love, romance, and admiration. They are often used to express a secret or hidden love, as their sweet scent and delicate petals can be seen as a symbol of devotion and affection that is not openly expressed. The gardenia’s white or pale yellow petals are said to represent the purity and sincerity of a love that is kept hidden, while the intoxicating fragrance symbolizes the passion and intensity of the feelings that are being concealed. Gardenias are also often associated with mystery and secrecy, making them the perfect flower to symbolize a love that is kept hidden from the rest of the world. They have been used in literature and poetry for centuries to represent the hidden desires and passions of characters who cannot express their feelings openly]

SSSOOOOOOO

This can go SO. MANY. WAYS.

He doesn't know and does nothing. This ends up in you making a poem about Gardina flowers to him, and he does something after that, taking the hint. (Good ending! With proposal and stuff and hehe fluff!! I love fluff)

He knows and asks you directly. (PLS GIVE THIS A GOOD ENDING. IDK HOW TO CONTINUE)

My brain is now fried again. Please expand. I will request every time my brain power suddenly shoots up. Goodbye, and see you again next time.

-🦇

Hello lovely! Yes yes, you actually revealed yourself to me after I answered that ask! Heuheu. No need to be anon! However, if that it what you prefer, I shall not convince you otherwise <3

ANYWAYS I have ALWAYS loved the notion of flowers having meanings and their beautiful poems that come in toe with their vibrant petals. It's truly a wonderful thing, I really wanna study them more. Fun fact! My favorite flower is a peony! I have a tattoo on my shoulder of a peony! ...in slue with an entire sleeve of random flowers, my tattoo artist just made up. Maybe the other arm I'll use for more structural floral... sorry for the tangent DHKFJSLDjf I love flowers. Thank you for this ask heuehueheue

Ahhhhhhh the idea of going out to a garden with Lilia...

I actually like to have this little headcannon that since Malleus is so interested in flowers and gardening, that perhaps he got that from Lilia. Flowers are our friends, after all! And what's better than making an entire garden of little friends to nourish? Along with creating a beautiful garden of roses, Malleus had delved deep into the world of floral poetry and representation.

You grab onto Lilias hand and pull him towards the back of ramshackle to show off the garden you and Malleus had placed together. Malleus was truly your wing man during this entire thing, he had vast knowledge about flowers and knew just the ones to plant In one large romantic gesture for the old fae. Malleus had landed you books and helped you study their different meanings, even taking time out of gargoyle studies club to dedicate gardening your surprise for Lilia.

"What has gotten you so eager, little bat?" Lilia chuckled, "Must truly be grand if you're so worked up like this!" You couldn't hide your excitement or giddiness as you headed towards the gate leading to the garden, a large black intricately designed gate in that perfectly suited the chicness of the dorm. Upon opening the gates, it revealed a large grandiose garden full of flowers of all sorts. Lilia's eyes widened as well as a toothy grin climbing onto his features, raising an impressed eyebrow.

"So this is what you and Malleus have been working so hard on?" He inquired, stepping forward and taking a look around, "I must say, it's rather an impressive feat! The sheer size is almost enough to rival Malleus's own rose garden back at the castle." You smiled brightly at him and skipped over to a particular patch you were proud of; Gardenias.

"These are Gardenias!" You pursed your lips as you bent over and grabbed something you had prepped before hand, taking hold of a neatly wrapped bouquet of gardenias and with a trembling hand pushing them in the arms of the fae. Lilia started slightly and took a gentle sniff of the flowers taking in their creamy sweet scent that reminded him of coconuts and peach. "They...they're for you!" You smiled.

"Oh they're lovely," Lilia said, "I presume you and Malleus are particularly proud of these ones! They bloomed wonderfully. I shall put them in my room!...oh, but I suppose they will need sunlight. Perhaps keeping them in Silvers care may be better..." You felt your heart drop and smile twitch ever so slightly. Pursing your lips you let out a dry nervous chuckle, tilting your head in awkwardness.

"I..Uh," You bit down your bottom lip, "Well, they were for you," You let out a breathy laugh.

"Of course! However I'm worried they may wilt in my care and you worked so hard! Hmm. Oh! I could put them in the lounge, so that everyone can see yours and Malleus's hard work!" You couldn't even bother to explain to him you were the one to nurture these flowers on your own upon Malleu's recommendation. He swore that Lilia would understand the meaning...it was common for fae folk to be knowledgeable on the world of flowers. Either Malleus Lied to you, which was unlikely, or Lilia was a part of the percentage that truly hadn't a clue.

You began to sweat bullets. Throughout this entire exchange, you weren't certain he understood your intentions. Or... was he purposefully deflecting the fact you had mainly meant this as a surprise for him? Was he thinking you were simply making excuses to hang out with Malleus? Or was he just that oblivious? It was rather distressing, for you already had an inkling that Lilia had not returned your feelings, and this only solidified your worries.

You began to wilt like a flower without water, your energy dying and your smiles becoming fake. You tried a few more times to hand him flowers, such as a singular rose (symbolizing love at first sight, a "one and only" in which the person you gift you give your heart to.) He insisted on taking a few more to decorate the lounge with.

This plan was failing terribly.

Finally, you let out a loud groan of frustration, pulling out a sheet of paper from your pocket with a burst of confidence and embarrassment. Your face took on a bright shade of red, pushing the letter into his chest. Lilia struggled to catch it with his hands full of flowers, eyes wide in bewilderment at this sudden display you put on. He stared in shock and confusion, unable to get a word out before you bolted out of the garden and to the dorm.

"Read that later!" You cried out.

"W-wait- what is-" He attempted to catch your attention, yet you were already out of view, leaving the fae utterly confused standing in the middle of the garden with arms full of flowers.

You threw yourself onto your bed and grasped your pillow, curling into a ball and groaning into it.

"eh? What's up with you?" Grim asked, "And what's this piece of paper?"

You sat up in a rush with wide eyes, staring at a piece of paper that you seemingly dropped from your person. You grabbed hold of it and took a look. It was the second page of the letter you had given Lilia... and undeniably the most important part. The first page detailed the history of flowers and how they have significance to them

the second page was the meanings of the flowers and why you chose them for the fae.

It was your confession.

You had forgotten to hand it to him in your flustered state.

You screamed into the pillow.

~ At Diasomnia ~

Lilia sat in the dorm lounge, reading over the page you had given him.

"Hmm...I knew flowers had meanings, but this letter seems unfinished. This is simply prefacing the history of flowers and that they hold meaning with a simple poem at the end, but the definitions they mentioned would be on the second page seem to be missing..." Lilia rubbed his head in confusion turning the paper around to find some sort of indication of continuation, Malleus walking in on the fae. Malleus flashed a mischievous smile.

"How did the visit to the garden go?" He inquired, "You seem confused rather than elated as I thought you would be..did something go ary?" He pointed out. Lilia shrugged and looked back at the tall draconic fae, tilting his head.

"I thought it was going well, (y/n) even handed me a bunch of flowers to bring back, along with this letter..." Lilia took a gander at the vase full of Gardenias and glanced back down at the letter in which stated every flower has a significant meaning.

"Malleus, could you tell me what Gardenias mean? I believe (y/n) meant to explain it to me, but the second half of this letter is missing." Malleus raised an eyebrow.

"I thought you would know?" Malleus furrowed his eyebrows, grabbing hold of the letter and skimming through its contents.

"Of course not. I like flowers of course, but I never took the time to truly study them as you did. I haven't a clue about definitions and things of the sort." The color seemed to drain from Malleus's face at realizing his mistake, before making his way to the gardenias and gently touching a petal from its bloom. He took a deep breath before giving a detailed explanation of their meaning: Passion, love romance, secrecy... Malleus explained the flower was to express a secret love that the prefect held for Lilia. Something that clearly went way over the old man's head.

Lilias's jaw was dropped to the ground, before quickly disappearing in a fog of green smoke.

He had to get the other half of that letter.

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dmitriene · 8 months

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excuse me ma'am☝️🤓 i'm a big fan of your work <3

may i please request a domestic fluff ghost fic where they're doing chores together? :3

꒰ hii sweetie! and i'm a fan of yours, and of course, this is such an cute idea, thank you for your request and i hope you'll like it! 🤍 ࿐ ꒱

title — homecoming content — simon ghost riley x gn reader tags — fluff, comfort, domestic established relationship, good amount of romantic intimacy.

please enjoy your reading!

Simon Ghost Riley had many names in his line of work, and each of them represented a different aspect of his life, and besides call signs and code names, there was one name that meant everything to him, a name that whispered warmth and love — yours.

His life was a web of secret missions, blood stains on his hands and a constant shadow of uncertainty, but every time he returned home, he was greeted with the knowledge that you, his beautiful and beloved soulmate, were waiting for him, in the safety of your arms he could give up the image of a ruthless killer and simply become a sincere and loving person.

Late last night Simon returned home, tired from yet another mission, he collapsed on the bed and his bag remained unpacked in the corner of the room, he had a habit of sleeping next to you, holding your sleepy, fragile body close to him, using you as his personal refuge.

As the morning light filtered through the curtains, he expected to be awakened by your enthusiastic voice and shining eyes that looked at him as if he were the center of your world, but this time he was greeted by silence.

He blinked awake, brow furrowed in confusion.

Where have you been?

A few moments later, your absence became obvious and he heard the soft hum of the shower running, a smirk tugged at the corners of his lips — he knew exactly where you were, with a chuckle he threw back the covers and rose from the bed, feeling a sense of completion that he only found in your presence.

Simon walked into the bathroom and opened the door with a mischievous glint in his eyes, steam rose up when he noticed you — still half asleep, standing under the warm streams of water, his heart filled with love at the sight of you, your hair combed back and drops of water, glistening on your skin.

— «Good morning, my beautiful distraction» he muttered, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind and burying his face in the crook of your neck, his lips brushing against the sensitive skin, leaving soft kisses as you sighed contentedly.

— «Simon» you moaned, tilting your head to give him better access — «You had to rest»

He chuckled, the vibrations of his laughter resonating through your body — «I can't rest when you're around, my love, you're my cure for all the chaos around»

He reluctantly released you from his embrace, gently pushing — «Come on, finish, we have a whole day ahead of us»

With a loving smile, you nodded and he left you in the shower while you got ready, Simon taking the liberty of unpacking his packed bag, thoughts of the day ahead running through his mind — grocery shopping, household chores and the simple joy of being together.

After you left the bathroom, Simon grabbed you with his strong arms, causing you to chuckle in surprise — «My knight in shining armor» you teased.

— «Always for you» he replied, his eyes sparkling with love, he carried you to the sink and insisted you bathe first, watching you with adoring eyes as you splashed water on your face.

The sun hung lazily in the sky, bathing the quiet suburban area in warm golden light, it was the day that promised rest and togetherness, Simon Ghost Riley stood at the door, a satisfied smile on his lips as he watched you collect your list and reusable grocery bags.

— «Ready to tackle the supermarket, love?» Simon asked, his eyes filled with love.

You turned to face him and a smile touched your lips — «Absolutely, Simon, let's do it»

The two of you walked side by side to the car, the pavement was hot under your feet, Simon's hand naturally found its way to the small of your back, his touch gentle but commanding, his fingers slid lightly down your back and you couldn't help but lean into his touch, and this simple gesture made your heart flutter.

As you approached the car, Simon unlocked it with the press of a button and the doors clicked open, holding the passenger door open for you with a gallant smile — «After you»

You slid into the seat, the car's interior greeted you with a familiar scent, Simon settled into the driver's seat, and as he pulled out of the driveway his hand found its way to your thigh, his touch warm and soothing, his fingers making little circles on your skin.

— «So, lovey» Simon began in a quiet voice filled with teasing love — «What's on the menu today? Anything special you're craving?»

You looked at him with a playful glint in your eyes — «Well, someone had just returned from a dangerous mission, so i thought we could celebrate it with your favorite dish»

Simon grinned and the sound was music to your ears — «Ah, my favorite, huh? I'm intrigued, you'll have to keep me on my toes a little longer»

Your lips curled into a mischievous smile — «Consider this as a surprise, my dear»

The trip to the supermarket was filled with casual conversations and laughter, you discussed trivial matters, shared stories of what happened while apart, and occasionally indulged in little touches and stolen glances, Simon's hand remained on your thigh, his comforting presence serving as a constant reminder of his love and affection.

Inside the store the atmosphere had changed, the bustling aisles were filled with the chatter of other shoppers, the smell of freshly baked bread and the colorful displays of fresh produce, you both grabbed the shopping cart, your fingers brushing against each other.

Simon reached for a bag of ripe tomatoes, examining them with a critical eye — «They're perfect for whatever you're planning»

You nodded in agreement, grabbing a head of garlic — «And I'm going to need it for the sauce»

Walking through the store you carefully selected every ingredient for your special dinner, Simon's presence turning even the most mundane tasks into an adventure, his playful teasing continued and he couldn't help but joke about how much he missed you.

As you browsed through the shop, his teasing returned again — «You know, i missed you» he said with a sly grin — «Though i did get to shoot some bad guys»

You rolled your eyes playfully — «I missed you too, even if my day didn't involve any high stakes actions»

As the cart filled with groceries, you couldn't help but steal glances at each other, your eyes talking of love and longing, a simple shopping trip together becoming a cherished ritual, a reminder of the normalcy and happiness you brought to each other's lives.

Finally, the cart was filled with ingredients, including a few items that you took just for the two of you to enjoy, Simon guided the cart towards the checkout and the cashier greeted you both with a warm smile, Simon paid for the groceries with a wink, and you couldn't help but blush at his charm.

After loading up with your bags you headed back to the car, Simon skillfully stowed the groceries in the trunk, his movements efficient and confident, once everything was secure he turned to you with a smile.

— «Home, sweet home» he said, and his voice was full of anticipation.

A feeling of comfort washed over you as you pulled into your driveway and stepped into the warm cocoon of your home, Simon wasted no time and with a playful smile he scooped you into his arms, making you giggle in delight.

— «Simon!» you exclaimed, wrapping your arms around his neck.

He grinned at you, his eyes were full of love — «I missed your hugs, lovey»

Carefully placing you down on the floor, you headed straight to the kitchen, eager to begin preparing the long awaited dinner, Simon followed behind you, his eyes never leaving you as you gracefully moved around the kitchen, collecting ingredients and utensils.

As you worked side by side, the playful atmosphere continued, Simon couldn't resist sneaking up behind you and wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing his lips to your neck in a sweet, lingering kiss, your laughter filling the room and you leaned into his hugging, enjoying the feeling of his body next to yours.

— «Simon, you're going to distract me from cooking» you teased, but there was no real protest in your voice.

He gently buried his nose in your neck — «That's the idea, my love, i missed you so much»

With a sigh of contentment you turned in his arms, capturing his lips in a passionate kiss, it was a moment of pure bliss, a reminder of the deep love and connection you shared.

You eventually broke the kiss, your cheeks flushed with desire — «Okay, let's finish dinner before we get carried away»

Simon grinned, his fingers tracing patterns on your back — «Agree»

You two returned to the cooking, but the tension in the air was unmistakable, every now and then your hands touched each other, sparking desire, and as the sauce simmered on the stove, Simon couldn't help but pull you towards him.

He pressed you against the kitchen cabinet, his lips pressed into yours in a passionate kiss, his hands roamed your back, and you impatiently responded by wrapping your arms around his neck as the world outside faded away, igniting a spark of longing between you.

— «Simon» you muttered, barely above a whisper as he broke the kiss.

He chuckled softly as his eyes met yours — «I'm sorry, my love, i couldn't help myself»

Finally, the dinner preparation was over and you both settled on the sofa with plates in your hands, you sat on Simon's lap, the warmth of his body enveloped you as he fed you with a fork, each bite was a symphony of tastes, but the most delicious was the love and tenderness that filled every moment.

While you ate, Simon peppered the top of your head with kisses, a silent promise of his love and devotion, some forgotten movie was flashing on the TV, but your attention was solely on each other, with every stolen kiss, playful teasing and gentle hug, the outside world faded away, leaving just the two of you in a bubble of love and comfort.

At that moment there was no need for code names or secret missions, there was only Simon, and there was you, his anchor in a chaotic world — his home.

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theresattrpgforthat · 10 months

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Any games thematically similar to Fallen London? Blades in the Dark helps me scratch that itch on the tabletop, but there are probably others.

THEME: Fallen London.

Hello friend! So first of all, I’d recommend checking out the free ttrpg Skyfarer, written by Grant Howitt & Chris Taylor, and released by Failbetter Games, as it’s the canonical Sunless Skies TTRPG. So it’s set in the same universe! I’ve talked about it before in one of my Free Games posts.

Now that that’s covered, let’s see what else is out there.

Do Not Fear, by Hella Big Claws.

Do Not Fear is a Forged In the Dark Tabletop Roleplaying game, about accepting the fleetingness of life; and using the strength that gives you in order to combat a growing stagnation.

Fight as a Hunter, a person who has been given a Gift of Bloom; a fungus like infection that allows for incredible strength and regenerative ability; in exchange for subsuming your flesh as you die.

Combat or save the Rusted; living creatures infected by a growing viral stagnation; marbling their bones and rusting their flesh; sculpting them into horrifyingly beautiful creations.

Ascend the Tower; a large, multilayered structure which you call home. Interact with the factions and people within, as you set down roots.

This game is on my to-buy list for sure, as I love FitD games and I’m intrigued by the themes of infection and stagnation that appear in this game. This game is still very much in-progress and so there might be some bugs to work out, but thanks to the Itch.io Summer Sale, this game is currently half-off! Honestly the cover art draws me in as well, and I’m hoping that the designer has more in store where that came from, because I find it very evocative, and I’m interested to see where this game goes.

Beneath a Cursed Moon, by Karrius.

Beneath a Cursed Moon is a Gothic fantasy game that uses a system based on the Apocalypse World engine. Take the role of monster hunters and slay vampires, werewolves, mermen, and more in a game inspired by Castlevania and Bloodborne.

I’m seeing a lot of ties between Fallen London, Blades in the Dark, and Bloodborne, which is why if a game has Bloodborne in it’s list of inspirations, I add it to the list. Beneath a Cursed Moon is a pay-what-you-want PbtA game that focuses primarily on monster-slaying. Because it expects you as a group to create and tailor your own unique setting, I can see creating a space that evokes the same tone as Fallen London as pretty feasible. There are 11 different playbooks to choose from, and a whole section of monsters and monster-creation guidelines that give the GM plenty to work with. You should absolutely check out this game.

Vigilant, by Ill Advised Gaming.

Vigilant is a Gothic Victorian world of monsters and churches and eldritch secrets. Of Blood and Beasts and Hunters. Of Dreams and Nightmares.

Using a combination of rules from Caltrop Core and Powered by the Apocalypse, this should be a pretty easy-to-learn system. You’ll make moves similar to PbtA games, but you’ll roll pools of d4’s, similar to Caltrop Core. Characters also have a shared resource called Momentum, which represent show you can affect the narrative using assets present on your character sheet. Setting-wise, the world of industry is introducing new monsters to a world already fraught with the terrors of the ancient. Your characters are monster-hunters who find themselves empowered by the Covenants: knights, scientists, hunters, and more.

The game is still in early-access, so not all of the character options are available yet, but the setting itself fucking slaps. You should check it out.

Unhallowed Metropolis, by Strix Publishing.

It has been two hundred years since first the outbreak of the Plague, when the dead rose to feed on the flesh of the living. Countless millions perished in the chaos that followed. It was the dawn of a new dark age.

London, the capital of the Neo-Victorian Empire, is a vast, densely crowded city. Beneath the towering walls and crackling Tesla towers, where the fallout of a thousand crematoria darkens the streets, ten-million souls live in squalor. Predators, human and inhuman, stalk the slums and rookeries, preying on the unwary and the helpless. Beneath the haunted streets, resurrection men and body snatchers hock their grisly wares at blood-stained meat markets. Their clients are degenerate ghouls and amateur anatomists who practice the outlawed science of reanimation.

This game inspired by authors such as Mary Shelley and Edgar Allen Poe. It uses a point-buy character creation system, and allows you to play Dhampirs, Mad Doctors, Aristocrats, Criminals and so much more. This is a game about noir tropes, a Victorian post-apocalypse, and zombies. One of my favourite pieces of this game is the character class of the Mourners, who are a group of women hired to stand by the bedsides of the recently deceased, ready to decapitate them at the first sign of re-animation.

If you want to hear an actual-play of this game, the long-standing AP podcast Fandible has a campaign that is one of the longest-running games on their feed. You can hear from their play how much of a dearly-loved game this is.

What Lies Beneath the Darkness, by Cezar Capacle.

What Lies Beneath the Darkness is a gaslamp fantasy game about intrigue and struggle.

You play as a Horror employed by a faction to expand their dominance over the victorianesque city of Ravenswatch, while you fight to balance the human and supernatural natures that inhabit you.

You will face the dark streets of Ravenswatch performing missions for your faction. You live an internal battle between your human links and your dark instincts, between what you want and what your faction demands.

This is a GM-less game that puts factions front-and-center, with both solo and multiplayer options. The game uses the Push system, which allows you to push-your-luck for better results, with a possibility of going too far, which I really really love. The game is gaslamp-gothic and supernatural, and puts the characters in fraught positions where they must work for more powerful masters, struggling not to fall into their personal darkness. I’m very very intrigued by this game.

Games I’ve Recommended Before

Slayers, by Gila RPGs.

18XX Night, by Deep Light Games.

The Between, by The Gauntlet.

#dnd #game recommendations #tabletop games #indie ttrpgs #asks #fallen london #victorian gothic #horror #monster hunters

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dwarf-hat-enjoyer · 9 months

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🌼Favorite Flowers🌼 (Bachelors' V.)

synopsis: Favorite flowers of all six Stardew bachelors! No farmer mentioned, headcanons. SFW.

w.c.: 1.2k words!

content warnings: None!

A.N.: shoutout to @jellyaris for inspo on the Shane section! Hope everyone enjoys these little snippety snippets...Suuure, some of these headcanons kind of diverge from canon (yeah, yeah. Alex is neutral to dandelions ingame. Sue me, LOL.) But who cares, it's Tumblr! Might make a bachelorettes' version too.

Alex

He's a simple man with simple tastes. DANDELIONS suit him well! He has fond memories of picking dandelions with his mother and blowing the seeds away, and even vaguely remembers how to make flower chains out of them. Of course, he could never get them as neat as hers, but Granny Evelyn still asks for his help when making crowns for the Flower Dance. Apart of him wonders why they have to use nicer-looking flowers for the formal crowns when dandelions work just fine. They're sturdy yet flexible- not nearly as fragile as the more 'beautiful' flowers, and as an athlete, he can admire that about them.

On a deeper level, there are many similarities to be found between Alex and his favorite flower. First impressions can be deceiving- just like most people think of dandelions as pests, Alex can come on a bit strong and even arrogant. But looking beneath the surface, they both share the same physical and mental will to push forward and survive in even the most difficult circumstances. They both go through drastic changes as well. Just as the bright and spiky bloom of a dandelion becomes softer and more delicate, Alex's spirit softens too. His own changes, though, won't float away on the wind anytime soon :P

Elliott

As obvious as it would be to say red roses, SNAPDRAGONS would be his favorites instead! As much as he is a romantic, he's just as much a daydreamer, and snapdragons would provide his imagination with ample opportunity to run wild, both with their fantastical name and lush, delicate appearance. They remind him of adventures in far-off lands, harkening reveries of ancient castles filled with wondrous secrets and the brave heroes set out to uncover them. He's a homebody at heart, but nothing is stopping him from holing up in his cabin and writing about any of it! (Or, well, fantasizing about writing about it, in most cases. <3)

But just as established, he's a romantic. Elliott is definitely well-versed in the language of flowers, and the meaning behind snapdragons in particular hardly eludes him. They symbolize grace, earnestness and strength under pressure, but are also known to represent something less than well-intentioned. Emulating the former qualities is something Elliott has done effortlessly, but in a way, the last one entices him the most. To create something beautiful, strong and mysterious; something that draws one in and sparks love and fear and longing for an endless more- isn't that what every writer wants? What every writer dreams of?

Harvey

A little like Elliott in this regard, Harvey is the sentimental type. FORGET-ME-NOTS hold a special place in his heart. It's a simple flower in appearance with an almost childlike name, but he likes them just the same. Maybe it's because of those traits that he does- they remind him of the carefree days he's missed out on, since moving to the valley. On top of his doctoral duties, he's a very lonely person overall. Forget-Me-Nots, with their hopeful pale blue, almost cheer him up to see on days where he feels less like a member of the community and more like a robot with a stethoscope and scrubs.

It's also their name that connects with him in a way...Forget-Me-Not. On top of the way they look, they cheer him up with that name. On the rare instance that the flower comes up in conversation, he jokes that the person who named it must've had terrible memory, as cheesy as it sounds. But all jokes aside, it's comforting to him that a flower otherwise unremarkable would have a name that insists to the listening ear that it shouldn't be forgotten. Almost inspiring, even. It makes him feel as if one day, he won't be another face-in-the-crowd. Somebody important, though to whom in particular...? Well, time will tell!

Sam

For Sam, it's DAISIES all the way! He constantly flip-flops between spring and summer as his favorite seasons, but daisies give him the best of both worlds. Seeing them dotting the fields in the warmer months always brings a smile to his face. Whether or not he's close with him, Sam definitely got Alex to teach him how to make flower chains one late spring...Of course, Alex may or may not have been mildly jealous of how easily Sam picked up on the skill, but when spending time together outside, Sam's restless hands sometimes find themselves picking daisies from the grass while Abigail and Sebastian chat and bicker and making the both of them bracelets!

When he still lived in the city with his mother, father and a much younger Vincent, he'd sometimes see them poking out of cracks in the sidewalk. While they weren't as common as dandelions, they still always caught his attention. While Jodi chatted aimlessly with her fellow PTA moms outside one of the countless Zuzu City JojaMarts, he'd busy himself, plucking daisies and dandelions from whatever nooks and crannies he could find and playing with them however he wanted. Back then, he didn't think much of it, but he looks at those times with almost a fond nostalgia. Things changed, but that doesn't mean it all has to be sad, right?

Sebastian

He doesn't think about this sort of thing very often, being the lovable terminally-online dork that he is. But if you ask, Sebastian's favorite flower would have to be BLACK TULIPS. It's not a very deep answer, really. Sure, tulips are more of a spring flower, but he finds the pitch purple color to be one of the more interesting colors that plants can have. They stick out among the cheerier colors that most other breeds of tulips display- the goths of their genus, if you will, and that's small part of why he likes them!

He entertained the idea of gardening, at one point, even prior to the farmer's arrival. Though he plans to move out eventually, he thought it would be a good way to get outside and get some exercise, though it wasn't ever really anything he thought to commit to. Though, he does chat with Evelyn on occasion- their shared affinity for tulips and his occasional fantasy of maintaining a small garden has ended up providing a lot more conversation than he's used to, or even expected! Even if most people see him as an asocial shut-in, it's comforting for him to recognize his softer side.

Shane

Look at him. All gruff and mean. His favorite flower is probably a thistle of some sort, or something poisonous. All things considered, his favorite flowers are FAIRY ROSES. Don't give him that look- it's just because Jas likes them so much! Seeing the way she lights up when she sees them is contagious for this gold-hearted curmudgeon. She'd spent two entire weeks planning out a one-woman recital for him and Marnie once, and when he handed her a little JojaMart bouquet of them afterwards...Well, the look on her face made the price tag worth it. Although, her excited squeal did leave his ears ringing for the rest of the evening.

The flowers are native to the valley, too...Sometimes, he feels as if he doesn't belong. Why would he? It's not as if he was born there or has any particularly close friends. If Pelican Town was a garden, he'd just be a weed. But Jas seems to have taken like a duck to water, although she's still shy as ever. Shane can be self-defeating and pessimistic at times, but he's not made of stone. He's grateful that she's in a place where she can flourish, just like the fairy roses she adores so much.

~FIN~

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astrosky33 · 11 months

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𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘

𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐘

𝐈’𝐯𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐮𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝟓 𝐢𝐧 𝐧𝐮𝐦𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐠𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤𝐬/𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐧’𝐭 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝟗 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐭 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲

𝟗 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐩𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐞. 𝐈𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐚𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐮𝐧𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐝 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐤𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐚 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐢𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞

𝟓 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲

𝟗 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐔𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐘 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬 𝐚𝐬 𝐞𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲

𝟓+𝟗 𝐓𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐟𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐮𝐧𝐢𝐪𝐮𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬 𝐨𝐮𝐭

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 - 𝟗 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲‘𝐬

ADRIANA LIMA

》 She is known for her extreme beauty and being the lead model in Victoria’s Secret. She was rated the 2nd most beautiful women in the world. She doesn’t have a 5 but she does have a 9. 9 represents extreme beauty and 1 represents leadership

》 Born on June 12th, 1981

》 Her birthday numbers are 3, 28/1, and 9

MEGAN FOX

》 She was named the world’s sexiest women and has 9 in her birthday but not 5

》 Born on May 16th, 1986

》 Her birthday numbers are 7, 3, and 9

TIMOTHEE CHALAMET

》 He is known for being really good looking and doesn’t have a 5 in his birthday numbers however, does have a 9

》 Born on December 27th, 1995

》 His birthday numbers are 9, 3, and 9

BELLA HADID

》 She’s one of the most famous supermodels in the world. Scientists even said she has a 94.35% perfect facial ratio. She has a 9 in her birthday but not a 5

》 Born on October 9th, 1996

》 Her birthday numbers are 9, 1, and 8

NAOMI CAMPBELL

》 She’s the most famous black supermodel in the world and has 9 in her birthday

》 Born on May 22nd, 1970

》 Her birthday numbers are 4, 9, and 8

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 - 𝟓 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬

ANGELINA JOLIE

》 One of the things she is known for is her beauty. Her life path number is 5

》 Born on June 4th, 1975

》 Her birthday numbers are 4, 1, and 5

BEYONCÉ

》 She was voted the 3rd most beautiful women in the world and her life path number is 5

》 Born on September 4th, 1981

》 Her birthday numbers are 4, 13, and 5

TAYLOR HILL

》 She’s a famous Victoria’s Secret model with 5 in her birthday

》 Born on March 5th, 1996

》 Her birthday numbers are 5, 8, and 6

HOYEON JUNG

》 She was voted one of the top 10 most beautiful Asian women in the world and has 5 in her birthday

》 Born on June 23rd, 1994

》 Her birthday numbers are 5, 11, and 7

RYAN REYNOLDS

》 He was voted the sexiest man alive in 2010. He was born on a 5 day

》 Born on October 23rd, 1976

》 His birthday numbers are 5, 6, and 11

𝐂𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐘 𝐄𝐗𝐀𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐒 - 𝟓+𝟗 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲’𝐬

ARIANA GRANDE

》 When you search most beautiful women on Google she’s one of the first people to show up. She has a 5 and 9 in her birthday

》 Born on June 26th, 1993

》 Her birthday numbers are 8, 5, and 9

MADISON BEER

》 Many people say she’s the most beautiful women in the world and the new Megan Fox

》 Born on March 5th, 1999

》 Her birthday numbers are 5, 8, and 9

GIGI HADID

》 She’s one of the most famous models in the world and has both 5 and 9 in her birthday

》 Born on April 23rd, 1995

》 Her birthday numbers are 5, 9, and 6

LILY ROSE DEPP

》 Many know her as an actress but she also models. She has both 9 and 5 in her birthday

》 Born on May 27th, 1999

》 Her birthday numbers are 9, 5, and 6

LANA DEL RAY

》 She is very pretty and has a unique beauty. She has 9 as her second number and her life path number is 5

》 Born on June 21st, 1985

》 Her birthday numbers are 3, 9, and 5

𝗬𝗢𝗨𝗥 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗕𝗘𝗥𝗦

𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧

𝗠𝗢𝗥𝗘 𝗡𝗨𝗠𝗘𝗥𝗢𝗟𝗢𝗚𝗬

#numerology #numerology birthday #birthday numerology #life path #life path number #famous birthdays #beauty numerology #beauty #models #model numerology

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xoxo-sarah · 2 months

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Our Connection

↝pairing: Robin Buckley x fem!reader

↝warning: cliche/ cringe cause I'm lonely, not proofread

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Robin Buckley, or any character from Stranger Things. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 2.14.24

Header by @saradika-graphics

It was Valentine's Day, and love was in the air, as most people would say. Robin Buckley had been feeling a flutter in her chest ever since she met you, who had captured her heart in the most unexpected way. She had planned the perfect evening to express her feelings.

Robin had surprisingly decorated your room with fairy lights, heart-shaped balloons, and rose petals scattered on the floor. Soft music played in the background, creating a romantic ambiance. For her lack of secret keeping, she was proud of herself. Surprised, actually. There were moments where you would just look at her and she had to bite her tongue so she didn't blurt her romantic plan out.

As you entered the room, your eyes widened in surprise. "Robin, what is all this?" You asked, voice full of awe.

Robin stepped closer, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "I wanted to make Valentine's Day special for you," she confessed. "Because you're the most incredible person I've ever met. I can't help but feel drawn to you, like you've woven yourself into the very fabric of my heart."

(Y/N) blushed, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "Robin, you're so sweet."

There was a moment of silence, before Robin broke it. "I practiced that for 2 weeks."

You smiled. Of course she did.

Taking a deep breath, Robin reached into her pocket and pulled out a small velvet box. She opened it slowly, revealing a delicate silver necklace with intertwined heart pendants hanging from it.

"This necklace represents our connection," Robin explained, her voice filled with sincerity. "Each heart symbolizes our journey together, the way our lives have intersected and become intertwined."

Your breath caught as you reached out to touch the necklace. "Robin, it's beautiful," you whispered, voice filled with emotion. "How'd you-"

"Doesn't matter." Where she had gotten the money for such an amazing gift was a secret.

Robin slowly took the necklace from the box and carefully placed it around your neck, letting her fingertips linger on the soft skin. Your eyes met, and in that moment, everything else faded away.

"You've stolen my heart, Y/N," Robin whispered, her voice barely above a whisper. "And I promise to cherish yours, always." As she finished her sentence, she couldn't help the way her words sounded cringe.

You cupped Robin's face in her hands, leaning in for a tender, lingering kiss.

•2021-2024 by xoxo-sarah on Tumblr•

•My work is not to be translated, copied, modified, and/or reposted on any other site without my permission. [I don't give permission!]

#robin buckley #📼#robin buckley fanfic #robin buckley fluff #robin buckley x reader #robin buckley x fem!reader #robin buckley x you #robin buckley x female reader #robin buckley x y/n #stranger things fanfic #stranger things x reader #stranger things fluff #xoxo-sarah 🩷

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This argument is honestly driving me bananas right now.

The fandom: "Elain always sits by the sunniest windows which is SJM using possible foreshadowing to tell us she's not meant to stay in the NC because she needs light and she's never going to truly thrive in the darkness that exists within the NC!"

The fandom: "This line is SJM using possible foreshadowing for Elain leaving the Night Court to be with her mate who is the heir to Day with Sun in his veins!"

The fandom: "Possible foreshadowing that Elain, just like the rose, will always risk being trampled or walked on when in the wrong place!"

The fandom: "SJM using possible foreshadowing yet again to tell us that Elain will only "bloom" when she's in a court synonymous with sunshine and her mate as flowers need light to bloom."

The fandom: "Evidence that Elain doesn't belong in the Night Court because no one really values what she has to offer and they don't realize what she's capable of. They dismiss her offer to help with the Trove in favor of Nesta searching because Nesta is their go to sister."

The fandom: "This line is SJM using possible foreshadowing to tell us that the Night Court is sucking the life from Elain, that it's not the color black but what black represents within the court, it's darkness and occasional cruelty".

Some in the fandom recently: "This line talking about the rose charm needing light in order for its true depth to be visible is definitely not referring to Elain whatsoever even though she's often associated with roses ("she was a rose bloom in a mud field" roses on her drawers, the rose carving her father gave her", etc.), is often underestimated and is regularly mentioned as needing light and the reason it's not about her is because her beauty is often talked about so it's not a secret!"

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"thing of secret, lovely beauty" is referring to the charms (symbolic of Elain's) hidden depth. How it's true "colors" will be revealed in the light.

Despite the many mentions of Elain being underestimated, of them not giving Elain credit or assuming she's too "prim" or "like a dog" or only interested in her gardens, despite the many mentions of Elain needing light before this........only now with this ROSE charm needing light, it is has no possible symbolism to Elain, am I understanding that correctly? Though we've literally had 10 plus other mentions of Elain as a rose or Elain wanting sunshine, this is the one that's definitely not hinting at her coming into her own when leaving the NC for a place synonymous with light? In the same bonus we have Az thinking she's too hopeful, too trusting, too innocent, too pure and claiming she has no interest in Lucien yet this underestimated charm revealing itself in the light has got nothing to do with Elain?

No, Az is not using the necklace as a metaphor for Elain. It's just a necklace to Az but it was gifted to her and the author chose to use language that clearly matches the other references she's used for Elain in regards to light and how others perceive her.

Elain saying she needed sunshine to Nesta was just Nesta thinking Elain wanted to go outside.

It's the reader that is supposed to read between the lines, like us picking up on the hint that Elain needing "sunshine" is SJM telling us Elain will leave the NC. That's no different than reading between the lines about this rose charm and how easily it could be hinting at Elain's future and when we'll see her true character come into focus.

Neither Elain or Gwyn's beauty is a secret.

But Elain's true personality is a secret to those in the IC.

"loyal like a dog, doesn't dream beyond her pretty dresses, would faint to hear such thoughts, maybe you'll become interesting at last". These are fairly hurtful statements, are they not? You're telling me that the truth of who Elain actually is could not be considered a thing of secret, lovely beauty when it's finally revealed to everyone?

And Gwyn being Az's possible mate is also a secret to him. The fact that he's holding the image of her happiness inside of him but forces himself to erase the smile it brings to his face and doesn't stop to think on why that is?

That is also a thing of secret, lovely beauty.

Elain for eventually being able to prove what she's worth to all who underestimated her when "held to the light" and Az being close to getting the thing he's been wanting for so long and with a female he already feels positive things for.

It refers to both females in a different way but not because Az is calling either Elain or Gwyn that or because it's about their physical appearance. He's first talking about the charm but the reader realizes it's two-fold, there is a hidden meaning in his description of the charm. The second time it's the narrator speaking because Az is clueless about what Gwyn could be to him and why her happiness is making him smile and glow inside.

Beauty goes beyond the physical and to those who claim I'm making this too complicated, that's exactly what E/riels say when we argue about Elain and the black dress since they believe it's "just a dress".

I'm not sure why certain readers are so against the possibility that just as SJM hinted at Elain needing to leave the NC to fully come into herself many times throughout the series, she could be telling us the same thing in the bonus with the description of the charm. Though those same people will agree with every other reference to Elain and light, this is the one time they want to claim means nothing.

It's a bit odd that certain readers are gatekeeping the entire Bonus Chapter as belonging to Gwyn and Gwyn alone as if the author isn't leaving us clues for Elain's future as well as Az and Gwyns.

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Let’s talk about the end of Canto IV and the identity of Dante

Summary :

-Introduction 1.New perspective on the character of Demian 2. Dante and Saint Exupéry 3.Sinclair and the snake: symbol of his incoming death 4. The stars = people 5. Make connections, find friends 6. But in the end what about the sheep?

At the end of canto IV (which was extraordinary) we were treated to a very interesting little “post credits” scene: Dante and Demian talking together and the latter saying a very interesting sentence:

« Just draw me a sheep later »

This sentence just awakened flashbacks of my high school years because this sentence is of course a reference to one of the most famous sentences of Saint-Exupery's Little Prince. In the “Little Prince”, the character of the same name asks the author, who is also the narrator and a character in the book, to draw him a sheep to protect his rose.

But what does this mean for Dante? It is still too early to come to a conclusion, but we can still look at several elements that this new information could highlight.

1. The character of Demian

Although Demian is, of course, inspired by the character of Demian from the book “Demian” by Herman Hesse, it could be possible that he is also inspired by the character of the Little Prince.

Why?

First, the sentence quoted above is a sentence resembling one that is spoken by the Little Prince in the book, as I said at the beginning. However, this is not the only resemblance between Demian and the Little Prince.

Just in terms of appearance we can see a similarity: the scarf that Demian wears around his neck could be a reference to the Little Prince's scarf which is often represented as floating, like Demian's.

Demian is also related to a character who is related to a snake. I am of course talking about the character of Emil Sinclair where we can see a snake behind him in his image.

Although the snake is mostly a reference to the original sin in Hesse's work, I can't help but think that this snake could also be a reference to the snake of “The Little Prince”.

2.Dante and Saint Exupery

But then if Demian is like the Little Prince and he asks Dante to draw him a sheep, would Dante be inspired by Saint-Exupery? Since it is him who draws a sheep to the Little Prince. Maybe…

It is interesting to note that the interactions between Demian and Dante are very similar to that of the Little Prince and Saint-Exupery:

Demian says cryptic things and responds in the same way to Dante's questions, who remain perplexed in front of him. Sometimes Demian ignores or does not even answer Dante's questions. It's very similar to the many scenes between the author and his blonde-haired friend, one asks many questions while the other responds in a "strange" way or ignores them altogether.

What is interesting is that Saint Exupery is the author and a character of his book which makes him a unique case. Plus it should remind you of someone: Dante from “The Divine Comedy”. Where the other 12 sinners are either inspired by a character or the author of their respective works, they are never inspired by someone who is both. Only Dante find themself in this case.

Another element supports this theory linking “The Little Prince” to Dante: the sentence they said to Sinclair when the latter was about to join Kromer:

These sentences are, I’m sure, a reference to a famous quote of another very important character in “The Little Prince”: the Fox

« Here is my secret. It is very simple: we only see well with the heart. What is essential is invisible to the eye. »

The fox explains that the true perception and understanding of things is not done through the eyes, but with the heart. He emphasizes that the very essence of things, their true value and beauty, can only be perceived by having an inner vision, an emotional connection.

But then, Dante would be the Fox?

As you can see I am more of the opinion that Dante are inspired by the author and not by the Fox but then why do they pronounce words belonging to the Fox. Well I think Dante said the fox’s words because they remembered them unconsciously because it was a moral that touched the narrator in “The Little Prince” and could have touched them in the same way. The Fox could belong to Dante’s past.

This would be why, I think, Demian repeats these words before intervening against Kromer, he recognised them.

3.Sinclair and the snake? A symbol of his incoming death?

A brief parenthesis on Sinclair. Demian says a very enigmatic sentence to Dante regarding Sinclair:

“When he becomes one with beautiful stars…”

Although I think this phrase refers to the fact that when Sinclair will able to see entirely with his heart and not his eyes, then he will "be one with the stars" I also have another interpretation.

This turn of phrase strongly reminds me of a passage from the book (WARNING! SPOILERS REGARDING THE END OF THE LITTLE PRINCE):

At the end of the book the little prince dies from the bite of the snake, thus leaving his body and now able to join B612 — his star. At that moment, the little prince joined the stars and "became" his star. In the book it is mentioned that when a person dies they become a star in the sky. This suggests an idea of continuity and eternal presence beyond earthly life.

This supports the idea that the stars represent each existing individual but also that the stars symbolize the immortality of the soul.

So Sinclair should become a star and one with all the others by dying? Does this sentence announce his death?

Small additional detail: Sinclair strangely resembles the Little Prince from the little we know about him. The only physical detail we have of the Little Prince is that he looks like a child and has wheat-blonde hair.

So yes, blond hair is not the ultimate proof that Sinclair would also be linked to “The Little Prince” because it is not difficult to meet this criterion, as a proof Don Quixote could also very well correspond. But taking into account that Sinclair is already linked with Demian and has an element that distinguishes him from other sinners: the mark of Cain + these mysterious similarities between him and “The Little Prince”, it was worth mentioning.

Additionally, Sinclair is associated with the color green; the color that is often associated with the Little Prince because of his clothes. And the color green used for Sinclair is named: immature green, although this could be a reference to Sinclair's egg, hatching, self-development theme associated with Demian, why not considering that "immature" is a reference to the character of the Little Prince who can be seen as immature because he does not sound like an adult and behaves like a child even in the face of serious situations. I think it's worth looking into.

Also I thinh that this "theory" could also highlight a moment of Hell Chicken: I'm talking about when Sinclair's team (Faust and Outis in particular) comment on Sinclair's height and the various reasons why Sinclair isn't likely to grow taller than that. This comment about Sinclair's height implying that Sinclair remains small even for his age could be a clue to his connection to the Little Prince by making him look like "a child"

4. The stars

I would now like to address the theme of the stars, which is a very important element in the book as in Limbus Company, as Canto IV was able to confirm.

For the Little Prince, the stars are more than just bright spots in the sky. They symbolize the infinite and the inaccessible, awakening in him a feeling of wonder and escape. They offer him a sense of connection with something greater than himself, transporting him beyond.

If we want to connect the phrase "seeing with the heart rather than the eyes" and the stars, we can mention this passage:

The Little Prince observes the stars and says: "All these stars are mine. To me alone. They make me laugh every time I think about them."

It shows how the Little Prince finds meaning and a deep connection with the stars by seeing them with his heart, which allows him to feel joy and wonder. Strangely this is exactly what we saw in Canto IV, and at the same time its exact opposite.

When we were talking about the tale and the "tearful star" singularity, we could see that the stars were also seen as a symbol of hope and joy in the Limbus’ world as is the case for the Little Prince. However, K corp's singularity does the exact opposite of what the stars are for in The Little Prince: it cries in their place. Where the stars of “The Little Prince” are associated with joy, here it is associated with sadness. But is this really the case?

In truth, this star could also be seen as a mean to bring joy or at least to prevent people from feeling sadness by crying for them. This star would therefore be similar to the stars of the Little Prince in this sense.

However in "The Little Prince", the stars can also be interpreted as representing people in a metaphorical way. The Little Prince encounters various stars throughout his journey, and each of them is home to a unique person. It can be seen as a representation of the individuals he meets in his life. By focusing on the stars, Saint-Exupéry emphasizes the importance of human diversity and individuality. Each star and each person has an intrinsic value and contributes to the richness of the universe. The Little Prince himself learns to appreciate the uniqueness of each star, just as he learns to understand and love the different people he meets. This is something Dante are doing: they are learning to know the different sinners (and people) and to appreciate their uniqueness.

Each star, although distant and distinct, has a certain importance and its own identity. In the same way, each person we meet in our own existence is unique, with their own experiences, emotions and perspectives. Which is, I think, a very underlined subject in Limbus Company and that’s not all:

“I wonder,” he said, “if the stars are lit so that everyone can one day find their own.”

For Saint-Exupéry, the object of the quest, the star, is closely linked to the personality and experience of each of us.

“People have stars that are not the same.”

Guides, little lights, problems, precious metal… depending on whether you are a pilot, spectator, scientist or businessman. But for a star to become ours, for the Truth to make mystery beautiful as the invisible rose makes the star beautiful, it must become the seat of our most personal desire, the receptacle of our hopes and of our memories.

To inhabit our star with a meaning that is unique to us, to make it different and to be able to evoke it in the darkest night, it is essential to seek to know oneself with determination, like the Little Prince who "does not never gave up on a question once he had asked it.”

Knowing how to take the time to explore, to step aside “Straight ahead, you can’t go very far.” to be able to assess yourself.

This work on oneself to populate a star with one's hopes is not done without pain. It can bring more disappointment than pride and lead us, like the Little Prince, to cry over the banality of our character:

“I thought I was rich in a unique flower, and I only have an ordinary rose (...) it doesn’t make me a very great prince. And lying in the grass, he cried. That’s when the fox appeared.”

I find this process of acceptance and self-discovery reminiscent of Limbus Company's notion of E.G.O and Fathom of the E.G.O where each sinner learns to make peace with a part of themselves and break the cycle. He doesn't have to reject a part of himself or keep only the "good" in him. He learns to accept it and live with it to make it a source of light for his star, even if it sometimes has to go through a difficult acceptance of a truth or trying trials.

5. Make connections, find friends

I wonder if the notion of « taming » will be mentioned in Limbus Company?

The word « taming » does not have the same meaning as what we might give it on a daily basis. When the fox explains to the Little Prince what « taming » means, he says to him:

"It's something too forgotten, says the fox. It means creating links..."

Taming represents a process where one establishes a deep emotional connection with someone or something, and it is through this heart connection that one can truly see and understand.

The fox explains to the Little Prince the importance of taming, which involves investing time, attention and affection in creating deep and meaningful bonds with others.

The fox also emphasizes the responsibility that comes with taming by saying,

"You become responsible forever for what you have tamed."

The fox explains to the little prince that when you tame someone or something, you become responsible for this relationship. It emphasizes the importance of caring for those you love and cultivating lasting bonds.

Furthermore in "The Little Prince", the themes of loneliness and friendship take center stage.

The Little Prince often feels lonely during his interplanetary travels, as he is the only one of his kind and finds himself far from his planet and his beloved rose. However, as he encounters various characters, he discovers friendship and the power of human connection.

It is in particular thanks to his friendship with the fox that he understands the importance of emotional ties and the need to bond with others.

The book thus explores loneliness as a universal experience, while emphasizing the vital importance of friendship and human relationships in filling this feeling of emptiness. It reminds us that deep and sincere connections with others are essential for our growth and our understanding of the world around us.

So I may be a blind optimist but I feel like this idea fits well with Dante and the bus members:

Even if it's complicated and there's still a long way to go, each member of the bus are becoming close and are developping a bond that could be seen as a form of friendship. And after all as the fox said; it takes time, affection and attention to create this special bond. Every day Dante can sit a little closer to each Sinners respecting their rhythm as the little prince did for the fox.

However, this would mean that Dante could start to feel a sense of responsibility that accompanies the birth of this bond.

In fact, Dante already feels this responsibility but they associate it with their role as a manager who must guide their employees. However I think that Dante could soon see this feeling of responsibility as a feeling that accompanies what they have "tamed" and thus realize that it is not because they are a manager that they feel the need to take care of the Sinners but indeed because a lasting bond is borned between them.

6. But in the end, what about the sheep?

The sheep represents desire / expectations and creativity.

The metaphor of drawing according to Saint-Exupery tells us that, forced to live in a world of realism, we fail to guess and describe this Truth that attracts us: his attempts to realistically draw a sheep fail to satisfy the Little Prince’s desire.

The Little Prince does not only want a sheep, he wants a sheep capable of protecting his rose by eating the trees. Under the surface of this drawing hides the object of the Little Prince’s desire and therefore of our existence as he says in Chapter IV, strange when we know that Demian also asks us for a sheep in Canto IV

“When you want a sheep, it’s proof that you exist”

Would Demian then ask Dante to give him a solution to his problem of realizing his desire? Is this “Truth” linked to the quest of Dante regarding their memories, an attempt to regain the Truth and in a sense gaining back their existence?

The sheep could also be linked to the sacrificial lamb in the Bible, I don’t really know where this information could take us but since the sacred texts are at the core of Project moon’s works it’s always good to mention. Furthermore, the other common point between the Bible and “The Little Prince” is the fact that The Bible is the most translated book in the world but “The Little Prince” is the second one.

#limbus company #project moon #dante #dante limbus company #demian #demian limbus company #emil sinclair #sinclair #Sinclair Limbus company #The Little Prince #This is a theory / essay #Canto IV #Canto IV spoilers for the end

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