#written by lavender

[leonardalphachurch]

Red vs Blue: Reformation

After Epsilon fragments himself inside of his mind, Tucker is left to pick up the pieces.

An alternate take on Tucker’s story in Season 19: Restoration.

Masterpost

Available to read on Ao3

CHAPTER 1 - Recognition

They might’ve finally found what they’ve been looking for. But there’s one thing to take care of, first.

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We open on a shot of a military base at night. Two guards stand in front of an exit.

Guard 1: Hey.

Guard 2: Yeah?

Guard 1: You ever wonder… if we’re in a simulation?

Guard 2: Simulation?

Guard 1: Yeah, yknow, like, none of this is real. We’re just the product of some guy simulating a bunch of random outcomes to try to find out what happens next?

Guard 2: … No. That sounds made up.

Guard 1: It’s not made up! It’s a real theory!

A cloaked figure enters through the door between them. Guard 1 raises his gun.

Guard 1: Whoa. Did you see that?

Guard 2: See what? Your simulation?

Guard 1: No! I don’t know! Looked like something… invisible.

Guard 2: Invisible? How does something look invisible?

Guard 1: Well, it looks like something that’s not there.

Guard 2: How am I supposed to see something that’s not there?

Guard 1: It is there, it just looks like—

A second cloaked figure enters the base.

Guard 1: There! There it is again! Did you see it?

Guard 2: Did I see the invisible thing that isn’t there?

Guard 1: Yes!

Guard 2: No. No I didn’t.

Guard 1: Dammit.

Guard 2: Maybe it was a glitch in the simulation.

Guard 1: Oh, fuck you.

Cut to the inside of the base. We see a series of shots. A pair of cloaked boots run along a hallway, followed closely by another. A guard collapses out of nowhere. A silenced pistol is shot.

Cut to the inside of a room. The door opens. No one enters. The door closes. An armored soldier uncloaks.

It’s Locus.

Locus: Is this the correct room?

Another soldier uncloaks and walks past him. He’s wearing The Meta’s armor in black. As he speaks, it fades into an aqua.

It’s Tucker.

Tucker: It should be.

He walks up to a large terminal and plugs in a device.

Tucker: Let’s find out. Guys?

Multiple colors of lights flash around him. Green, cyan, purple, pink, yellow, turquoise. Orange.

Tucker loses his balance after the last flash. But only for a second. He shakes his head and turns to look at Locus.

Tucker: Security here sucked, huh?

Locus is standing in between Tucker and the door, not leaving his back open to either of them.

Locus: I’ve learned it’s not something to complain about.

Tucker: I’m not complaining. Just saying, if what we think is here, is here? Well, it deserves a hell of a lot more security than that.

Locus: …What do you think is here?

Tucker: Huh?

A flash of cyan light.

Tucker: Oh, it’s some old files from Freelancer. Nothing too important, but, shit’s super classified. Be fucked if just anyone found it.

Locus makes a noise of acknowledgement. Is he agreeing? Disagreeing? Gassy? Who knows.

Tucker leans against the terminal, all casual like.

Tucker: So, how’ve you been?

Locus: ………. Fine……..

Tucker laughs.

Tucker: Damn dude, slow down. Even the AI couldn’t process that much information.

Locus sighs.

Locus: I have been. Fine. Nothing interesting has happened since we last spoke.

Tucker: All right.

They take a beat.

Locus: ………. How…… are. you???

Tucker: Wow. That seemed physically painful.

Locus: I… am not used to being the one leading the conversation.

Tucker: Right.

They take another beat.

Tucker: Y’know, I was kinda surprised you were willing to work with a partner again so soon after. Well, y’know. Didn’t think you’d trust so easily.

Locus: I… was more surprised you were willing to trust me.

Tucker, quietly: Yeah, surprised me too…

He stares at the terminal. Some colors flash around him. Pink, cyan, purple, yellow. Orange.

Tucker: We’ve also been doing fine. Same old, same old. Chasing down leads, cleaning up Freelancer’s messes, blowing up Charon’s shit.

Locus: Being a thorn in the UNSC’s side?

Tucker points at him.

Tucker: You know it! Saving the galaxy. One step at a—

Sigma appears at Tucker’s side. Not as a flash of light, but in his full naked, on fire, hologram-y glory.

Sigma: This is it.

Tucker stands up straight, giving Sigma his full attention.

Tucker: Wait, seriously? Finally? It’s really actually him?

Locus: What is “it”?

Tucker: I told you, it’s just old files from Freelancer.

Locus: You said “him.”

A flash of cyan.

Tucker: Did I? Must’ve misspoke.

Sigma: Lavernius. It’s time.

Tucker: Right.

Tucker takes the device out of the terminal. The colors flash all around him again.

Locus: Time for what? I… have been patient. But I do not appreciate being kept in the dark. I know you have bigger plans—

Tucker: Dude, relax. It’s not like we were gonna tell you everything before we knew we could trust you. You? C’mon, be realistic. But,

Tucker lets out an over dramatic sigh.

Tucker: Fine. I’ll explain everything when we get out of here, okay? Just— oh, shit, watch the door.

Locus turns to face the door.

Tucker: Like I was saying,

Tucker pulls out a gun.

Tucker: We were pretty surprised you were trusting enough to work with a partner so soon.

Tucker shoots Locus in the back.

Tucker: Probably shouldn’t have been.

Locus: You—

Tucker starts walking. He reaches down to grab something off Locus as he passes.

Locus: You— why— I, I can’t move—

Tucker: Yeah, don’t worry. Delta says you’ll get use of your legs back in 6 months. Right D?

A flash of green.

Delta: 6-12.

Tucker: 6-12. Cool how they can calculate that, huh?

Locus: Why… why are you doing this?

Tucker: It’s nothing personal, man. Just taking out one of the few people in the universe who might be able to stop us.

Tucker stops walking next to a wall.

Tucker: Well…

He reaches his hand towards an alarm.

Tucker: Maybe a little personal.

He flips it. Lights start flashing, sirens start blaring.

Tucker: I hear the UNSC treats genocidal maniacs well.

Tucker moves to the door.

Locus: You… I should have trusted my instincts. You are just like him.

Tucker stops. Purple, yellow, cyan. Orange. He laughs.

Tucker: You’re joking, right? You two were mass murderers. I’m trying to clean up the mess that you made. I am protecting people. Look at how easily you were manipulated again! Trust me. The galaxy is safer with you put away. It’s safer with us.

The door flings open as Tucker turns invisible. Locus tries to tell the oncoming guards about Tucker’s presence to no avail. We see a Tucker’s cloaked figure maneuver past the guards, into an empty area of the base.

He uncloaks.

Tucker: All right guys. Calculate how fucking badass that exit was.

All the AIs holograms pop up around him. Their lines slightly overlap each other.

Delta: Given your standard metrics, I would calculate that was… 75% “badass.”

Gamma: Too cheesy.

Theta: It was so cool!

Gamma: Overly sentimental.

Omega: We should have killed him.

Sigma: You should not have taken his bait.

None of the others’ lines overlap with Sigma’s.

Sigma: You cut the door opening too close. It was an unnecessary risk. Don’t do it again.

Tucker: Oh, please, Sig.

He flicks Sigma’s hologram.

Tucker: I know you love the dramatics.

Sigma: Not when we are this close.

Tucker looks down at the device he’s holding.

Tucker: So this is really it? We really found him?

Delta: We will not know for certain until we can decryp—

Sigma: Yes. This is him.

Tucker holds the device up and stares at it. Lovingly.

Tucker: All right, Church. Just wait a little longer. We’re gonna fix everything. Real soon.

Omega: Not soon enough. Let’s move.

Tucker laughs, cloaks again, and heads out.

#fanfic: rvb reformation #lavernius tucker #sigma rvb #rvb #red vs blue #rvb19 spoilers #chromatic writings #written by lavender

[hrtbt-system]

shovelling peas into my face: yes, amazing, good feeling

actually chewing peas: stop, please stop, I hate this, I want to die

#written by lavender

[the-river-rix]

The amount of money I’d pay for a saf prequel musical

#saf took over my brain again #curtwen #I need it #and also it’s written with intense direct references and content abt the lavender scare #saf prequel musical #audhd moment #live and let spy

[browngirl-inthering]

something something piper mclean's "i'm not like other girls" mentality could possibly be the result of her growing up both in and apart of hollywood due to her father's career and her, as a woc, not being able to relate with the heavily stereotyped, oversexualized, and majority white portrayal of women put out by the usamerican film industry. also considering in the fact that native american women experience significantly higher homicide and sexual violence rates when compared to the national average and that her rejecting "traditional femininity" and purposefully trying to appear less "conventionally attractive" isn't necessarily her being against girls who do subscribe to these conventions, but could be interpreted as a means of self defense against a cruel and unforgiving society and her place in it as an indigenous woman.

#does this make sense #i don't really think rick had these points in mind when he wrote piper but i do think it's a more compelling way to view her character #the aphrodite cabin as a whole was poorly written on rick's part but i'm seeing too many people hate on piper for my liking #piper mclean get behind me‼️ #i don't usually care much about pjo but i watched the trailer like a million years after it came out and now it's all i can think about #specifically hazel and piper (as u can see) #me 🤝 stanning female characters that are hating by a large part of the fandom for no good reason (piper cho #angelina lavender astoria etc etc) #piper mclean #pjo #percy jackson #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #heroes of olympus

[doyouknowthemossinman]

Walking in a winter wonderland~

happy holidays!! have a boy!!! i wrote a silly fic about him and the cat he found in the pizzeria <3

[the fic in question]

[the knight guard au, loml]

#it's the guy!!!!!!!!!!!! #i'm like. a little proud of this one ngl #the original version has him in a lavender sweater but i was like ok full christmas time. #the fic it goes with is Not as good as the others i've written but i wanted to get it out on christmas yk #yeah you get it #treewords #kga #mossarts #knight guard au #danny fitzgerald

[filmnoirsbian]

"A Brief His and Herstory of Butch And Femme" <- girl. I usually trust your good taste & opinions but this is the dumbest most internally lesbophobic garbage I've read in a long time??? whyyyy did you recommend that.... 😭

I wouldn't call it lesbophobic at all. I like that it takes note of every demographic that identifies as femme, not just lesbians. I think you can love being a lesbian and femme without acting like we're the only femmes out there; that doesn't make you internally lesbophobic.

#asks #lavender club #also it's written by an nb femme lesbian and tbh it's difficult to find stuff for femme lesbians that isn't just from a cis perspective

[yiangchen]

today i tried to explain to my coworker all of the different versions of midnights because she didn't understand. i was like alright so first we have the standard edition of midnights okay? thirteen tracks. released in october of 2022 at midnight.

then we have the 3am edition. released at 3am the same night as a surprise. includes all 13 tracks plus seven new 3am tracks okay? makes sense? okay good. alright.

then we have the target exclusive known as the lavender edition, which consists of the original 13 tracks plus three bonus tracks. one of them is an entirely new song hits different. the other two are you're on your own, kid (strings remix) and sweet nothing (piano remix), which are two of the standard tracks. these three tracks were not available on streaming. note: sweet nothing (piano remix) is really also a strings remix, there's no added piano just added strings, but for some reason, it's referred to as a piano remix...not a strings remix...but i digress!!

fast forward to may of 2023 and the til dawn edition comes out. includes the 13 standard tracks, the seven 3am tracks, one of the target lavender edition bonus tracks hits different (but not the other two bonus track remixes of you're on your own, kid and sweet nothing), a new version of snow on the beach featuring more lana del rey (because people were upset that lana didn't have a verse on the og version of the song on the standard edition), and a remix of karma featuring ice spice.

but wait!!! there's more. on the same day in may, taylor also released the late night edition. includes the 13 standard tracks and then eight "late night tracks", which are actually just five of the seven 3am tracks (excluding paris and glitch for some reason...), a new song you're losing me (from the vault), snow on the beach (featuring more lana) and karma (featuring ice spice). for some reason, hits different is not included and is only on the til dawn edition despite the other two til dawn edition songs (snow on the beach ft more lana and karma ft ice spice) being on the late night edition. also, the til dawn edition was available on streaming, but the late night edition was only available to buy as a CD or as a digital download, so....

this was a wild day because we finally got hits different on streaming, but then the new song you're losing me wasn't on streaming. an absolute tragedy!!

but hey! don't worry. you're losing me will be released. fast forward again to the end of the year and taylor releases you're losing me as a midnights single as a thank you for winning spotify artist of the year 2023.

you're losing me is not on any of the albums on streaming though. it just kind of exists on its own. yeah, no. there's not a single album actually that includes every single song.

oh and also? those remixes of you're on your own, kid and sweet nothing? still only available on the target lavender edition. yeah no. they probably won't ever be on streaming.

#taylor i love you but girl WHAT was the reason !! #now that i've written it all down....this is actually insane #shes INSANE #taylor swift #midnights #midnights 3am edition #midnights lavender edition #midnights til dawn edition #midnights late night edition #hits different #you're losing me

[finnpeach]

Home - Vash

hm are any of us surprised i churned this out at 1 am because i binged this show and couldn’t sleep? no? me neither

Anyway, *SPOILERS* ahead for Trigun Stampede (I’d say if you’ve seen episode 8 you’re safe), but nothing too crazy. This takes place in one of the random 150 years of Vash’s adventures. Enjoy Vash finding out he’s allergic to lavender and being the best boy ☺️

Also, sorry if some of these characters don’t act very canon. I’ve only seen Trigun Stampede and not the original or the manga and thus am kinda guesstimating how these characters would act in this scenario

Vash hasn’t visited Home in nearly twenty years. Even though time doesn't really have any meaning to him, it does to the people he cares about, so he can’t help but feel a little guilty as he approaches the ship. He knows he should come by more often to visit, and that Brad and Luida and the rest of the Home team would love to see him, but he can’t help but feel like a burden every time he does.

His cybernetic arm is hanging by little more than a thread, torn apart in a recent brawl over yet another plant that he’d only narrowly managed save. He’s exhausted. His arm hangs uselessly at his side, only jolting with the occasional shocking twitch.

To his luck, Brad and Luida are out of cryosleep and both wrap him up in a warm embrace as he walks through the ship’s doors, nearly sweeping him off his feet.

“Vash!” They both cry. Warmth spreads through Vash’s chest as Brad ruffles his hair and Luida buries her face in his shoulder. He remembers the days when he used to look up at them as a child, but now he towers over them.

“How have you been? Are you all right? We were hoping to see you this time when we woke up,” Luida says. She looks older, maybe in her late 40s now, and Brad looks about the same. Their hair is beginning to become streaked with white, and deep wrinkles have already set across their faces. It’s part of the reason he hates coming back here, to see them getting older while he stays eternally young.

“I’m okay, I missed you both. Have you been well?” Even though his arm is killing him, he doesn’t want to bring it up yet. He’s too wrapped up in the feeling of being welcomed home and seeing friendly faces, seeing the pride and affection and love in their eyes. If only he could bottle up this feeling and take it with him.

“Yes, we’ve been— Christ, Vash, what’ve you done to your arm this time?” Brad finally takes notice when a spark of electricity spikes off his arm. He gently picks up the appendage, turning it over in his hands with a practised grace.

“Ah-ha, well, about that…” He grins sheepishly, cheeks burning red as he scratches the back of his head. “I saved the hand this time, though!”

Brad rolls his eyes and starts walking towards his room, waving him along. “C’mon, I’ve got my tools in your room, as usual. Luida, we’ll be done in time for dinner.”

“Don’t take too long! I want to catch up with Vash too!” Luida calls after them. Vash turns to give her a beaming smile and a wave goodbye before following Brad down the hall.

It feels so good to be Home.

A couple of hours later and lots of admonishing from Brad, Vash’s arm is beginning to regain feeling again.

“You should go out into the garden and see the new flora that Luida has been working on,” Brad tells him as he’s bent over his forearm. He’s just putting on the last of the stabilising touches to make it “Vash-proof”, as he calls it.

“There’s this new one called lavender. It’s got a long, thin stem and purple bunches of petals at the top. The humans on Earth used to use it for its calming effects. Smells great too. Go check it out, but make sure you’re back in time for dinner.”

One more flourish with welding tool, and he’s done. Brad pushes himself out of the chair, swiping his palms together. “And take better care of that arm!”

Vash chuckles, flexing his left hand. The joints feel better already. “Thank you, Brad. I’ll go take a look.”

He slides into his coat and follows Brad out of the room before making his own way down to the garden. The path is so familiar to him, he could do it with his eyes closed.

The garden looks gorgeous as it always has. It’s sunset now, creating a golden, rose-tinted shadow across the flora. He walks down the stone path, taking note of the new blue flora popping up, a new tree that's grown, before he finds the lavender that Brad had been speaking about.

Huh, Vash hadn’t expected it to look like that. It looks more like a bush or a tumbleweed than an actual flower. He bends down to get a closer look.

The purple petals are so stunning that he almost doesn’t notice the itch blossoming in his nose. He reaches his hand out to touch the stem, then feels the soft petals with the pad of his finger. Ah, that’s the scent that Brad mentioned. He loves it. It smells light and clean.

He rubs at his nose as he bends closer to the plant. He doesn’t dare break off a stem to get it closer to his face, so instead he crouches into a squat to lean forward and smell it.

It does feel calming. Vash can see why the humans on Earth liked it so much. Craving more, he inhales deeply through his nose just as the itch becomes too much to bear—

“Hih’iTSHhh! Hh.. H’TSCHhh!” The two sneezes catch him by surprise. He has to catch himself on the ground to avoid losing his balance.

Shaking his head, he sniffles and paws at his nose, which is beginning to take on a pink flush. How strange, he thinks. Must be something in the air. Usually only dust and the desert sand makes him sneeze, but there’s none of that in here.

He wants to sniff the lavender again and reaches out to feel the petals, but the itch has buried itself deeper in his nose. His breath catches in his chest, his aquamarine eyes slipping shut as his lips draw back over his teeth—

“H’TSH’itsch! Hh.. hihh— h’ITSCHhh’ue! Hh’eHTSSHhh’iu!” The last sneeze is so forceful that it makes him lose his balance. He falls back on his ass and tumbles flat on his back. His glasses are askew on his pink, irritated nose. Allergic tears fill his eyes as he stares up at the rose sunset sky.

Can he be allergic to flora? Or perhaps it’s this one in particular? He’s never had such a reaction to flora before, even in Rem’s garden.

Vash sniffles and rubs at his nose, which has now started to run. Instead of abating the itch, it only serves to set him off again— “H’ITSHhhiew! Haah.. heh-hh! H’ihdTSShh!”

It must be the lavender that's causing this. He can’t help but feel a bit sad, because he had really liked the scent of the lavender. Maybe Luida will have some medicine to offset the symptoms.

He lays there on the ground for a while, staring up at the sky, feeling a swirl of melancholy and happiness in his chest. Those two emotions seem to be the familiar, funny feeling that he always carries with him, even when he's back on the ship.

He stays there, sneezing occasionally and sniffling, until Luida calls for him for dinner. She chides at him for laying on the ground and says he’ll catch a cold like that, which makes him grin. He lets her shoo him inside and down the corridor towards the dining hall. Vash can’t help but revel in the tenderness he feels at her gentle reprimands, the way she fixes his hair or dusts off his coat or gives him one last hug before they enter the dining hall, because it all feels like Home.

#how many times did you watch the clips of vash sneezing to get inspiration Finn? yes #I hope this is good but if it isn't well. this is all I got #im so tired lmfao but I wanted to do this bc if I do a fic like this when i' #when I'm fresh and not tired then it'll be too Long and we all know how I like to ramble in fics. this is the shortest fic I've ever #written and it feels wrong #anyway #my writing #snzfic #I hope I captured vash's sweetness but also his undeniable sadness bc that's what I fucking feel after finishing the show #can a plant be allergic to a plant? Idk! but he is! #I mean like lavender barely counts and anyway its so specific and fragrant that I figured why not right #I kinda feel like vash would like being allergic tho bc it means like.... idk I have this theory that he wants to be human in some way #or like wants to be more connected to humans #so being allergic to flowers would make him happy bc it means he'd be more alike humans if that makes sense? but idk I don't want to push #a million theories into a snzfic im just here for a good time #if I open this tomorrow morning and reread it and think it sucks im going to die #enjoy the one allergy fic I post a decade guys

[keyboardlegs]

Shapeshifting

#body integrity dysphoria #biid #xenomelia #bid #comics #Keyboard legs #Lavender art #description in alt text #still experimenting with my style and with how the text is written!

[elisedonut]

Lavender is very quickly becoming the baby girl to my baby boy (Percy)

Shes just so cute and her story is so tragic and i like her

I also like that the end for her is a bit ambiguous

did she die? Did she live? you get to decide that

and i think that's fun

#lavender brown #Once May is over and all my micro fic may fics are out she's likely going to take the crown of most written Female character for me #Her hyper fem girly girl-ness has intriguied me #also I want to ship her with so many people because i never learn my lesson about just loving the most popular ship for a character #not with Percy though my mind might change about that later but at the moment it is not speaking to me unless it's like trans!Girl Percy #that could be pretty cute #otherwise Lavender can have a crush if she wants though thats fine

[leonardalphachurch]

Actual Meta!Tucker AU.

Epsilon dies and Wash gets injured and without two of his closest friends for support (not that Wash being injured makes him like. gone. but he’s not in a state to offer Tucker any emotional guidance) Tucker majorly blames himself for what happened. If he was better he could’ve protected Wash. If he was better Church wouldn’t have had to destroy himself.

And Sigma senses weakness and pounces.

Manages to convince him that, yes, it is your fault that you weren’t good enough but the only reason things weren’t even worse was because the AI were here. If he didn’t have them even more people would’ve gotten killed. After all, this is what Church wanted, isn’t it? For them to help Tucker? For them to be with Tucker?

So when people (Carolina) are like. Hey. Take that armor off. Get those things out of your head. Tucker resists. And the more Tucker resists the more Carolina insists and the more Carolina insists the more Sigma is able to convince him that she’s just jealous. She just wants the AI all to herself. Just like she did with Church. Don’t you remember how she took him away from you? He was with you first, wasn’t he? And then he left? With her? If he’d stayed with you this whole time this wouldn’t have happened. Don’t let her take us from you. Not again. And it culminates in a huge fight and Tucker goes AWOL.

——————

I was gonna write more about it but I think I wanna write this as a script maybe. But this premise stuff probably wouldn’t be in the actual piece and instead just alluded to so. I’ll share this.

#rvb19 spoilers #rvb #lavernius tucker #sigma #chromatic writing #i guess #Written by Lavender

[virion-everyday-until-alt]

Today's Virion is more progress on the summer alt! Working out the flowers I'm gonna thread through the rest of the outfit :)

#fe virion #fire emblem heroes #feh #give virion an alt <3 #virion day 50 #it doesn't look like much but i did an excessive amount of background work today #that will hopefully show through when I Finish Him finish him #i think i'm taking this a little too seriously now but i'm in too deep and i want to give him a design that fits him while also #meshing well with other feh summer alts while ALSO taking into account awakening design elements except #this man has got ONE EXPRESSION SKETCH in the awakening art book i genuinely got more out of the base archer outfit notes than his own bit #i read through all his support conversations and wiki to clear up my own blindspots about him and took a bunch of notes on receipt paper bc #my memory is shoddy #anyway now that i've written an essay in the notes. those flowers are hibiscus and lavender and morning glory!! #i've been having a lot of thoughts about where to go with him and i'm debating over whether or not to make a post about them

[asheanon]

Vincent Valentine running a tea shop.

— For @/Carendsyaz1 (on Twitter)

From: Ask Box Writing Prompt Game

📖 It's Tea Story Time...

At low volume, a strangely familiar tune can be heard playing from within. Though soft and slightly somber, there was something almost bewitching about its sound. For those who felt themselves inquisitive enough to stop by or simply take a little peek inside, the melody often served to pull them in. And if it wasn't enough to keep them there, then another provocation of the senses surely would.

While the space wasn't necessarily sizeable, it was made good use of. The interior was largely cast in black, embellished with mahogany trim and other forms of furniture and decor. Rows of shelves lined the walls - all of which were lined themselves with boxes and tins containing loose leaf tea blends. In one corner, what could best be described as "Victorian Gothic-esque" tea sets were made available with respective displays. In another, a variety of delectable baked goods could be found. It was sleek, elegant and dark. Pardoning some splashes of color, at least.

A modest collection of carmine roses and other fair forms of flower were scattered about and presented daintily, accenting the shelves and countertops. While these floral arrangements were far from abundant, oddly, their fragrance seemed to prove stronger than their number. It dared to puzzle you. Before your curiosity got the better of you, however, a door behind the counter opened.

A gentleman with long raven hair, partly obscured by a headband of a similar shade, emerged with a tray in hand. Following him, a wave of an even stronger rendition of the botanical scent wafted towards you. With a lean figure complimented by a cobalt dress shirt and black dress pants, it was soon made apparent to you... He was tall, dark and... well... he was a pretty handsome fellow too. Had it not been for the metallic shimmer of his silver tray, golden arm and rather pallid complexion, he threatened to blend right into the walls. What's that? Golden arm? Why, but of course!

Donned upon his left arm was a metal gauntlet bearing a golden sheen - large, clawed and unlike anything you had ever seen an employee in your local area wear. Its peculiarity begot intrigue.

He carefully sat the tray down upon the furthest counter, retrieving a pinch of something red, then another of something violet, dropping them both into a small metal infuser. It was then that he noticed he was no longer alone.

"Welcome." He offered a simple greeting. A moment was spared as an electric kettle was given power before he turned to face you. You were met with dark crimson eyes.

For whatever reason, you felt oddly compelled to purchase a lemon raspberry scone in particular... this same compulsion drove you to remark on the "heavenly aroma" just as well. And, as was made evident, there appeared to be a tea in the making right before your very eyes... so, naturally, one would only speculate what manner of tea it could it be, right? Right! Between the redolence and an innate sense of wonder, understandably, you found yourself pressed enough to ask about it.

Logging your order, the man then offered you a subtle nod and an even subtler smile. One that was easily missed. He retrieved a box from nearby, handing it off to you with the assurance it was a similar blend. It was titled "Rose On The Grey."

Clearly, it contained flowers; rose petals and lavender blossoms deemed safe for consumption, but it also bore black tea layered with hints of vanilla and bergamot. In essence, it was a blend of traditional Earl Grey with mostly floral additions.

"Goes well with cream and sugar." He added.

As you seemed preoccupied enough via examining the tea box's contents, he excused himself a moment more, tending to the now well heated kettle. He placed the infuser into a decorative black teacup, moderately gilded. It was one of two, now.

"Would you like a sample?"

Uh, yes. You would like a sample. In fact, when he inquired whether or not you would like any additives, you insisted that it be prepared the way he would personally prepare it. To your delight, he was willing to oblige.

The lull in time placed between the present and preparing two teacups worth of specialty tea felt to pass by effortlessly. A small, intricate table made for two beckoned you over. You took a seat with your scone and the box of tea that was not quite yours (yet,) but you felt compelled to let it accompany you nonetheless. Additional details within the shop catered to the eye as you waited.

"Here." Eventually, an elegant little cup of piping hot tea was presented to you, complete with the recommended amounts of both cream and sugar. Despite the somewhat impassive fashion in which it was bestowed upon you, you can tell it was made with love. Your intuition told you so.

Lightly blowing at the steam, you boldly went in for a sip - only to be stopped with a small "mm-mm." He had his back turned to you, returning to the counter. Had he heard you? How did he know?

The man insisted that you wait just a minute or two more, lest you burn your tongue. It was as if stories of visiting tea-samplers previous to you told themselves in the way he handled the situation. Fine, you would wait...

... But when you were done waiting, it was all yours. The revered first sip of the dark, mysterious shopkeeper's tea - of which seemed just as dark and mysterious, yet sweet as he.

#🌠 Ashe Anon | Writing 📖 #Vincent ⚰️🦇 #Tea time and chill #🍵🥧 #So... #about the “deemed safe for consumption” part... #on another episode of “I learned _ while writing” #there are apparently types of lavender that are safe for consumption #(English lavender) #and others that are considered unsafe #due to having higher levels of camphor in them #(French or Spanish lavender) #All rose types are apparently fine #though! #They just have different flavor profiles depending on the type #🌈 the more you know #thank you for the prompt! #and now for something completely different 🏃‍♂️ #(written addition)

[kendallroygf]

the dykery in the haunting of hill house book was so crazy and then in the 1963 movie they were like. why don’t we imply a budding romance between eleanor and this boring fucking man!!!

#i hate you lavender scare + the hays code … like sorry ik it was 1963 but on god the book is sooo much better . #like i can’t be bothered getting into it but including the romantic tension between eleanor nd the dr and giving theo’s book lines to him .. #like eleanor’s profound loneliness and craving for connection and belonging is literally represented thru the house AND theo in the book. #she wants to dress like theo paint her nails red like theo live with theo etc she turns to the house for connection when she feels theo is #rejecting her sooo it comes off kind of like a completely different story when the narrative is that eleanor feels replaced by dr markway’s #wife as if dr markway is like. the physical manifestation of the house and she actually desires him all along esp when he’s such a paternal #figure in the book like idk i didn’t really like it all. #what im trying to say is eleanor+theo✂️✂️✂️✂️ #ALSO i read this nyt piece on shirley jackson and it was god awful. it was so superficial and disingenuous like there’s no good #articles or whatever else on jackson at all i didn’t she was written off this badly like… like i can only rely on tumblr girls fr

[bandsanitizer]

see but what if this was just something we didn’t know about joe and it just so happens that the public generally knowing that same something about matty is a thing so it just so happens it allowed her to write openly about its role in their relationship without it being extremely exposing of the dude who very much likes to keep his private life private

#also she’s used haze twice in lyrics related to joe before lavender haze #and then there’s lavender daze #*haze #which timeline probably was written while she was aware of this about joe #so like #i’m a … ttpd is about joe but also mixed in with other people and things bc it’s her art she can do whatever #alison speaks? #taylor swift

[dearreader]

something is not right about a 26 year old adult picking fights with 14 year olds and lying about people being racist and antisemitic and suicide bating because they rightfully called you out and you like the drama

#THIS ISN’T ABOUT SWIFTIES #kelly babels #not going to say who cause i have them blocked #but oh my god finding out what this person is saying about my friends/mutuals #anyway on the off chance that person finds me #hi! the fact that you’re nearing 30 and are so knee deep in drama cause you love it #and posting genuinely idiotic and wrong comments about your fav and others is genuinely awful #your tales are worse then the guy in my comic books class who said the jewish coded characters were german and were being discriminated #against for starting ww2 #you’re dumber than kaylors who still believe taylor swift is in a lavender marriage with karlie kloss #you’re genuinely one of the dumbest people i’ve ever had the displeasure of hearing your comments #and please note: i graduated with a degree in english literature and didn’t semesters full of classes listening to men give awful opinions #i’ve read a creative writing piece about a man’s penis getting so big he has to be wheeled around in wheelchair #i have been a fucking swiftie since i was 13 and fought directioners and was in the trenches of 2016 #i have been to hell in back and have seen every awful take possibly imagined on literature #and i’m here to tell you that you’re takes on your fav and the source material are worse then all of that #congratulations! you’re a fucking idiot and have been hyper fixated on this series longer than me and i know more than you #i honestly just feel bad for you :( to like such a complicated and well written character but unable to understand him at a base level #save