#blossom💐💐

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𝘀𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗹 🐚 ( 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘳 )

Shell is a career tribute desperate to escape the miserable cycle of her old life. Yearing for everything she can't have, sick of settling for her little life in the wharf — the poorest areas of district 4 — scavenging for the remains that wasteful tourists from the capitol, left in their beach home. Shell wants more, and if she's anything,she's determined.

Shell is courageous, charismatic and stubborn. Filled with resentment for anyone slightly more fortune than her and driven by envy to make something of herself, be someone others wish they were, like she's done all her years. staring at the people who lived in the rook, wishing she was one of those lucky souls. so blind with want she doesn't even realise the finnick odair working tiredly to clear up every one of her misshaps

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shell and finnick first cross paths when she sneaks into the battery — the unofficial and technically illegal, not that the peacekeepers care — training warehouse. With creaky wooden floors, growing mold and falling ceiling panels shell looks at it with lights in her eyes. So start struck finnick doesn't mention someone has sneaked into the building.

for weeks they worked side by side in their career training — shell not yet being caught — without a single exchange, just passing looks. A look from finnick that said 'i know you shouldn't be in here.'

the most memorable encounter was when shell practically forced herself on camera for finnick's district 4 interview. having been one of the few contenders of the 65th Hunger Games left they wanted to get an inside on the remaining tribute. making up some lie about being his close friend, spewing so much nonsense to have that interview — to finally show panem who would be running the country in a few years — it fell unknown to shell she had just saved finnick's life.

And then leads to the chapters of finnick's desperation to pay his debt back during the 68th Hunger Games

find out more under the 'shell🐚🐚' tag

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𝘄𝗵𝗶𝘀𝗸𝗲𝘆 🥃 ( 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦,𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘴𝘺 𝘫𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘴 )

whiskey's a bartender at 'Whisky a Go Go' living her life in the small apartment above the infamous club — known for it's dirty secrets, loud music, famous guests and stocked with drunkards roaming the streets of Sunset Strip. On that very street she meets Billy Dunne and Daisy Jones. Not in any way unlike to the other stars who had wondered in the infamous bar. But all the more rememberable. whiskey could tell stories about all the greats. But it's their two who she'll remember

whiskey like the drink is intense, firey and wild. whiskey is blunt and unforgiving. Strong minded with morals chiseled into stone and a sharp tounge. Mean in nature yet every jab hurts so good. Addictive,like the drink. And if you know anything about Billy and Daisy, they get addicted way too easily.

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whiskey met Daisy at 'Whisky a Go Go' when they were 15. Daisy and her talk a few times and sometimes daisy comes back just to see her. Saying the club is where she first found her love for music,being there helps her write. but really all daisy wants is to see her

Ran into billy a few times in 1971 and 1972, while the Dunne Brothers band perform at Filthy McNasty's, a bar next to 'Whisky a Go Go'

Before their first performance, Billy pauses at the door to McNasty's and looks over at the sign for The Whisky, which reflects in his sunglasses. He can see whiskey through the glass and sudden wants to perform there that much more.

find out more under the 'whiskey🥃🥃' tag

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𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗶𝗼𝘂𝘀 🐑 ( 𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘩𝘢𝘮 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦 )

precious' a farm girl,raised by the river on the wide tract of land. forever gentle and patient with her animals, nurturing and kind. a devout catholic who lives by the way of the word. and does her very best to stay kind. that's her only wish. she greets people with a bright smile and a wave, her bracelets jingling with each movement, like her own personal melodic theme song.

precious falls in love with everything she sees. the small dying lamb — Jackie — she found abandoned on the side of road,that she vowed to take care off till her last breaths is her one true love she says..till she met Graham that was, now Jackie's a close second.

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Graham and precious met at a wedding gig they were playing while they were still the 'dunne brothers' It was her third aunt, twice removed, fifth husband wedding. And precious, ever the romantic, was ecstatic. Despite her awful bridesmaid dress — aunt Linda would never have someone looking better than her if she could help it, especially not a women 32 years younger than her: though of anyone asked it was only 10 years — the trashy food and the fact her family was hosting for free and she's definitely be chasing the papers cups running in the wind from her the next morning. She was positively bursting with joy.

Graham had seen her from afar and was starstruck,blinded. So enamoured, that he ran off the stage to ask her out right away. Running like he was being chased by a cheeta, but more accurately desperate to get to her before any of the other boys decided to try their luck first.

And that was the beginning of what precious deemed the greatest love story of the 20th century..until Graham moved to LA and their yearning hearts were separated for 3 years until fate — as precious called it — brought them back together again

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𝗻𝗼𝘃𝗮 🌌 ( 𝘦𝘥𝘥𝘪𝘦 𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘦 )

before the fame, nova would've deemed her life entirely uneventful. suppose her parents seperation would be the most significant part of her life but truthfully she didn't remember any of that. too young to recall even the smallest thing.

all she knew was mummy and daddy didn't not love eachother. and that worked for her.

after the fame everything became complicated. moving from England, from her small London flat with her mother, to a joint townhouse in America. It was also the first time her parents came together — to raise money for when her dreams, as they thought inevitably, would fail — Perhaps the divorce was a smart decision, because like all other things that happen when they were together. They were wrong.

And there was no denying it.

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the band officially came together in 1967. Recruiting the most random of tortured souls to form the renowned 'silver lining'

after claiming their stake on the UK by 1972 they unanimously decide to widen their horizons to the lions den of music. America

Riding off a high from England their dreams are crushed when they realise they've made no impact whatsoever to the American people.

with a few phone calls — mostly threats — they manage to get hold of teddy price, 'USA's founding father of music producing' — as James says — a perfect name for the man who was pulling the strings to create the biggest rock n' roll names in music history using a tactic he called 'stalking the prey'

having met 'the six' the same year teddy decides what better way to control to bands then to put them against eachother

for the next five years it was war. competition for who would sell more albums, who would have more songs on 'the top 100', who would get more awards, who would get more interviews.

teddy price was a fucking genius

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𝗽𝗲𝗮𝗰𝗵 🍑 ( 𝘤𝘢𝘮𝘪𝘭𝘢 𝘥𝘶𝘯𝘯𝘦 )

peach had always been heavily desired. it seems like every man on earth had wanted a taste, a look, a touch.

famous for her looks, since the moment she was born she had been praised for being hand crafted by so meticulously she was pure perfection. like no other and she was treated as such

peach couldn't remember the last time she'd paid for something by herself, the last time she was served something without getting a little extra 'a special treat just for her', or if she had ever. maybe it was their obsession that has driven her away.

like ( subconsciously ) the undeniable devotion of men had disgusted her so deep to the soul she could never love another man again. instead her adoration lies in the hands of one just like her. A women.

It was a running joke that every women must hate peach. How she prayed that wasn't true.

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camila and peach meet and a photoshoot in 1974. camila had been spotted at a small photographers competition by annie leibovitz and since then the women had taken her under her wing.

leibovitz had been mentoring camila and had taken a likeness for the women. becoming more than co workers: friends, which led to the ultimate favour. leibovitz was setting up a 3 month photoshoot ( which was meant to be her own ) with the biggest modelling name — peach, precisely how the two met, a muse and a artist

peach had sparked a dying passion of Camila's, what used to be a burning flame blown away by chaos of her family life. but that fire had been rekindled. peach had changed her life, in more ways than one.

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𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗺 💐 ( 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘪𝘳 )

Blossom lives a simple life. Every day her father and two bothers goes to the forest with the other lumberjacks at dawn everyday. At 7 o'clock he came back with different herbs from the forest to their little family business: District 7's only apothecary.

Blossom had worked there alongside her mother and sister since she was old enough not to poison herself. A lucky life compared to the endless labour at the paper factory. It was traditional in 7 to have the women at the paper factory and then men at the lumber yard. Blossom was always grateful.

From birth, to her childhood, to the day it was cut sort from her reaping. To the day she won and naivly thought she was free. To the day that silly idea left her mind and her unfortunate fate at the hands of capitolists was revealed. To her forced marriage. To the day she fell in love. And until the day it killed her.

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Blossom and Finnick had met at a photoshoot, just after Blossom's victory tour. The capitol was beyond excited to have their faces plastered in every place. Magazines, builboards, clothing ( for those particularly obsessed ) two unlikely victors, breaking the record for female and male youngest winners ever back to back. It was history. ' The most exciting moment of the decade ' they called it. And they meant it.

For years it was the two of them, the youngest victors. Practically glued to the hip by Snow. Interviews, photoshoots, parties. Till the day they turned 16 — and with a price — you could see them together in more ways than one. Tied together, they were. Yet snow decided to make it a little more permanent.. a marriage certificate.

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Fluffy flower girl Luna 🌸 ~ Runa05_20

[mwarlyn]

i’ve seen people doing this so .. don’t mind if i join in !!

[39-saki]

✵98✵ ❝ Kkura♡ ❞ INFP✿

Status: relieved, trying to promote！

[w0nders-of-oneirataxia]

💐 blossom is selectively mute, and only talks to those she does a super close bond with.

[jinnies-lamps]

okay enough winter, spring should come soon!

[yourangle-yuordevil]

A little bit of spring in your heart, making flower blossom with love 💐💖

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𝗯𝗹𝗼𝘀𝘀𝗼𝗺 💐

BLOSSOM

a finnick odair story

Blossom is the district 7 victor of the 66th hunger games. Despite it all she was ever so grateful to call herself that: a victor. Though nobody considered her one.

An underdog, an unlikely victory. A time where the famous phrase ' may the odds be ever in your favour ' was truly revealed nobody that thought she would win. Not the viewers (forced it not), not her friends or not family, not herself.

But through it all, she won. Miraculously. she had one. And it was the exact thing she had won with that was her unfortunate demise.

everything about her can be found under the tag #blossom💐💐

[florealegiardini]

Ethereal Cherry Blossoms~ Vichaya Pop

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Secrets to the Arabian Princess Scent 💐🧴🪷

So with Arab perfumes becoming popular in the West due to their strong projection and beautiful smell, and the Arab world becoming known for our knowledge on how to smell good af, I (a half Moroccan) am going to reveal some other ways we ensure we smell amazing to the girlies on Tumblr who are interested in Arab perfumes or just in generally smelling amazing 😍 Most tips are Moroccan but many apply to the Arab world in general (under the cut because this turned into a long post) ✨💞💐

1) Good Eating Habits: When my mother moved here to Europe, she was immediately struck by how the people seemed to smell like "pig." And that's no coincidence. You are what you eat, so coming from a country where nobody eats pig to one where everyone eats it, of course you're going to be struck by people smelling like it from the inside out. Not just that, but in the Arab world, it's also way less common for people to eat takeout and drink alcohol, whereas in many parts of the West, these things are a normal part of many people's diets and affects their natural scent. A lot of Arabs have also talked about how Westerners smell like "milk," and this is because Westerners tend to consume more dairy products than people in the East do. It's also common for Arabs to eat fruit as dessert instead of having cakes or cookies all the time (although speaking of cookies and cakes, the scents of rosewater, orange blossom water, almonds, honey, vanilla, oranges and lemons commonly used in Arab baking fill up the house with a wonderful smell while they're baking). Teas made from various herbal infusions are popular throughout the Arab world. Spearmint, peppermint, sage, cardamom, cinnamon, hibiscus, chamomile, anise, and thyme are commonly used to flavor tea in MENA. Dried lime tea is drunk in the Arabian Peninsula. Coffee flavoured with cardamom is also common. I especially like Turkish coffee. Spices like cinnamon, cardamom, and cloves are commonly used in cooking, and the scent of them can cling to your clothes and hair. Herbs like mint and parsley, which have natural deodorising properties, are often used in meals.

I'm not saying that you need to cut any foods out in order to smell good, but you should consider reducing the amounts of unhealthy foods and red meats you eat, and make sure to drink plenty of water and eat veggies and fruit daily.

2) Keeping a Clean House: Here in Ireland, a lot of people don't clean their houses every day. I know multiple people that only clean their floor once a week, and have a couple of neighbours who don't do much cleaning themselves and just have a housekeeper visit to clean once a week. But in Morocco, people clean daily. The home is also deep cleaned once a week, we even wash the walls. We don't wear shoes inside, and not just that, but we also have different slippers specifically for wearing inside the bathroom. Living in a clean space is important for smelling good, because no matter what you do, you'll always end up smelling like wherever you live due to spending so much time there. The scent will cling to your clothes and hair. Which means if your house smells dirty, you will also smell dirty.

As well as making sure the house is clean, Arabs also make it smell pretty with extras. For example, in Morocco it's common to burn incense or bakhour (perfumed wood chips), and the scent permeates your clothes. People also keep pieces of musk in their wardrobes (wrapped in a handkerchief). It come in scents like orange blossom, jasmine, amber, sandalwood, chamomile and lavender. An unused bar of soap or a sachet of potpourri in your wardrobe will do the same job though if you can't or don't want to buy musk. The musk can also be used as a scented wax melt, a home scent (you just leave it in a bowl), a body perfume (rub it on your skin), a hair perfume (rub on your palms and run through the hair), or to scent bathwater. Solid perfume made from natural ingredients has the same effect. I like Lush Rose Jam solid perfume, as it smells like sweet roses and Turkish delight, and a little goes a long way.

Specific to Marrakech, you can buy jasmine balls which you just leave around the house (if you're not in Marrakech, you can just leave potpourri or dried flowers and herbs in sachets on your desk, bedside table, etc). The Marrakech herbal shops also sell sandalwood bark which you burn. Oud and amber are also burned. Herbs like lavender are sprinkled under carpets and rugs so the scent rises as they're stepped on. Room sprays from brands like Nabeel are used, which come in a range of lovely scents (like the warm vanilla and oud Kanz or the rich floral Raunaq).

3) Personal Hygiene: In the Arab world, people shower daily. In Morocco, we also go to the hammam (public bath) once a week, and we sit in the sauna room, and then rub our bodies with sabon beldi (black soap), a natural soap made from olive oil and black olives, leaving it on for a few minutes before rinsing it off. Then we scrub our skin with a kessa glove after it's marinated. Exfoliating dead skin regularly makes perfume cling to you better (if you order Korean bath towels from Amazon, they're very similar to Moroccan kessa gloves and you use them in a similar way). Then after washing our hair, we use a ghassoul clay mask (some people also rub henna into their skin). After washing the clay off, many people rub rosewater or argan oil into their skin before heading to the relaxation area to enjoy refreshments. As well as helping us smell good, it also makes our skin incomparably soft. When my parents were newlyweds, my father remarked on how he'd never felt a woman with such soft skin in his life before. My mother attributes it to regularly using the hammams before moving here.

Obviously not everyone has access to a hammam, but you can create a similar experience at home. Just sit in a steamy hot shower for 10-15 minutes, wash your skin with a natural soap and leave it on for a few minutes before rinsing off and exfoliating with a glove. Then tone with rosewater and apply oil to your body.

Dukhan treatments (smoke baths) are practiced in Sudan. Married women and brides anoint themselves with oil, before sitting over a chair with a hole in the centre. Under the seat, there is a pit, in which acacia wood, frankincense, or other aromatic woods and resins are burned in a clay vessel.

As well as showering daily (and using the hammam regularly if you're Maghrebi), many people in the Arab world also perform wudu (ritual cleansing) five times a day before praying.

Women commonly apply Musk Al Tahara (white musk), an attar that smells like vanilla, flowers and soft musk on the external parts of their vulva after periods.

Alum was commonly used as a natural deodorant in the Arab world in the past, and some still use it today.

Bidets are also common in the Arab world. In the Anglosphere they're uncommon, but it's easy to get a portable bidet (a small squeezable bottle with a nozzle) online.

We also wash our hands before meals, with a pitcher of water which is passed around the room. In Turkey, they use kolonya, made from fig blossoms, jasmine, rose, or citrus to disinfect their hands. In Morocco, it's common for women to scent their hands with rosewater or orange blossom water after meals.

4) Fragrances, Lotions and Potions: In the Arab world, perfumes are incredible. They're oil-based, so they have excellent projection and longevity. The olfactory notes commonly used in them are beautiful too: delicate rosewater and orange blossom water, exotic oud, sweet amber, vibrant roses and jasmine. In Morocco, gardenia scents are popular, even among men.

Emirati perfumes are the most well known in the West and are super good. Some personal favourites of mine include Oud Mood by Lattafa (Caramel, rose, saffron, and oud), Fatima Pink by Zimaya (Sweet rose that smells like a bit like Turkish delight. it's a dupe of the French Parfums De Marly Delina, however, the actual Delina smells very similar to generic rose oil perfumes you can get in the Arab world to begin with so Zimaya was basically able to dupe it to a T. Their version lasts really long too), Ameerat Al Arab by Lattafa (jasmine, a hint of oud, slightly citrusy. Also the name means "Arabian Princess" in English), Fakhar Rose by Lattafa (sweet, fruity, and very floral) and Yara by Lattafa (floral, amber, vanilla and strawberry). I buy my perfumes from Dubai Perfume Shop in Dublin, but they can be easily found online. Some well-known Arab perfume houses include Lattafa, Al Rehab, Zimaya, Al Qurashi, Amouage, Afnan, Ajmal, Asdaaf, Al Haramain, Armaf, Kayali, Maison Alhambra, and Swiss Arabian, but there are hundreds more.

As well as sprayable perfume, perfume oil is also used. It usually comes in rollerballs or small containers, is inexpensive, and lasts for ages. Like spray perfume, it comes in a huge variety of scents. You can also put it in diffusers or add some to cotton balls and leave in your wardrobe to scent clothes and linens.

Arabs know when to wear perfumes. For example, a rich, sweet, strong oud and vanilla scent will be beautiful in colder weather. But in warm weather, it will become cloying and sickly. Musk, amber and saffron are popular in winter, while rose, orange blossom and jasmine are popular in summer.

In the Arab world, many stalls in the Medina sell gorgeous oils, fragrances and soaps that are inexpensive. For example, the musk I mentioned above. As well as making your home smell incredible, you can also rub it on your body and you'll smell good for days.

Rosewater is commonly used as a toner and to remove makeup. In the town of Skoura, where my great grandparents were from, men even use it to shave with! Orange blossom water is also used in Arab beauty routines in a similar way to rosewater. You can apply either to a bath for extra luxury.

Argan oil is commonly used in Morocco on both skin and hair, as well as the less well-known but just as good prickly pear oil (which is very high in vitamin E). Pure argan oil actually smells mild and not fragrant (similar to olive oil), but for beauty, things like rose oil and menthol are commonly added, so it smells pretty good. Throughout the Middle East and North Africa, jasmine hair oil, castor oil and sweet almond oil (I like putting it in my baths and on my body) are easy to find. Usually Middle Eastern and South Asian shops in the West sell them too.

Honey and almond masks have been used since ancient times, and to this day are still popular. You can buy them basically anywhere. Homemade face masks made from honey and yoghurt or crushed figs and yoghurt are also used.

Aloe Vera is used to treat dry skin, acne, and sunburns. It has a cool and refreshing scent, perfect for the hot climate in many parts of the Arabian world. I like applying it after shaving as it's soothing, natural, and absorbs easily.

Frankincense, a resin used in the Middle East and North Africa for thousands of years, was traditionally used as a natural perfume. It's commonly used in incense. Frankincense oil is also good for the skin.

Bakhour and incense, as well as being used to scent the home, can also be used to scent the hair and clothes. Hold your clothes or hair over a brazier with incense burning inside, and the perfumed smoke will cling on to them.

There are many beautiful scented soaps available in the Arab world. If you go to Turkish or Arab supermarkets, a lot of them will have a section where they sell hygiene products, including soaps with ingredients like argan, rose and oud, and olive oil. I've even found Syrian Aleppo soap before. You can just buy soaps from regular stores in scents like rose, jasmine, honey and almond, orange blossom and sandalwood for achieving that exotic scent though.

As well as using various oils, perfumes, and fragrant beauty treatments, Arab women also know how to layer these different scents to add dimension to them and avoid clashing. For example, a rose perfume over a vanilla lotion will always smell good. Other combinations that are good include almond and vanilla, rose and oud, rose and jasmine, lavender and lemon, rose and orange blossom, and orange blossom and vanilla. But there are many different combinations you can use to achieve a delicious scent that's unique to you.

I hope this was helpful, stay pretty ✨

[dior-luxury]

HI

💐 here to confess my love because your twst ficlets are SO FREAKIN GOOD I AM LITERALLY FCKING DYING RN (out of love!)

My humble self has come to beg for yandere lilia bc i am a hopeless lilia simp 🙂‍↕️

If the inspo hits and you are so inclined, please feed the poor starving peon crouched outside your doorstep. They are probably not feral, but they havent eaten in days, and may faint for several hours after consuming a single morsel of food.

But also no pressure! I honestly just also want to pick your brain for this cuz you’re SO GOOD at writing him in character

Lilia Vanrouge As A Yandere

( ✧ ) ────── yandere stories . yandere/angst - f!reader .

- [𝐜𝐡.] lilia vanrouge

- [𝐩:𝐬] Yandere Behavior . Gaslighting and Isolation . Mind Control/Memory Alteration . Romanticized Toxic Behavior . Power Imbalance . Implied Imprisonment . Dark Fantasy Themes . Ambiguous Consent . Potential Identity Loss

Note: Tried to keep it creepy but still true to Lilia’s charm- y’know, “haha I might’ve kidnapped you but I’m still adorable” energy. Hope it gives you chills and also maybe a little “wait why is this kinda hot tho” moment LMAO 💕 Let me know if you want versions with other characters!! ♡(｡•́‿•̀｡)

Lilia Vanrouge

Lilia Vanrouge is ancient, powerful, and deceptively playful — a fae who has watched centuries pass like falling cherry blossoms. But even immortals are not immune to obsession, especially when their hearts — long dormant — are unexpectedly stirred. And when an immortal falls in love, they fall forever.

You were just a human — mortal, fleeting, fragile. But Lilia found you fascinating.

At first, it was innocent. You made him laugh. You were kind in a way that reminded him of simpler, long-forgotten eras. He would appear unexpectedly around you, draped in upside-down smiles and playful banter, his glowing eyes always glinting with something unreadable. You thought it was harmless attention.

You were wrong.

He was watching.

Lilia didn’t need to sleep like you did. So during the deep, quiet hours of the night, he’d wander — to your dorm, your classroom, even your dreams, using faint, ancient magic to peek into the worlds behind your eyes. Every expression you made, every person you smiled at, every fleeting interaction — he catalogued it.

You never noticed the bats near your window at night. You should have.

Things escalated slowly.

Lilia began appearing wherever you were — always just in time to “protect” you. A spilled potion in alchemy? Lilia was there. An overzealous duel from an NRC student? Lilia stepped between, laughing while he disarmed them. He said he was just helping, but there was something sharp in his gaze when others got too close to you.

At first, you thought it was your imagination. Then your phone began behaving oddly. Messages unsent. Calls dropped. Friends pulling away after odd, brief conversations.

“Are you lonely, little bat?” he’d ask with mock pity, holding a tray of snacks or a handmade charm. “Don’t worry. I’ll always be here.”

He didn’t look like he was joking anymore.

Lilia’s obsession is sweet — like a poisoned wine.

He still jokes, flutters around, and teases. But now there’s an edge to it. He refers to you as his. He leaves you gifts that seem impossible to procure: relics from the Briar Valley, enchanted music boxes that sing only your name, or petals from flowers that bloom once every thousand years.

When you try to talk to someone about it, strange things happen. People don’t remember your conversations. Even Crowley avoids eye contact when you mention Lilia’s name in a fearful tone.

You begin to suspect he’s altering memories. His magic is old — deep-rooted, almost forgotten by modern mages. You're not sure how much of your life is still your own.

And then you wake up one morning to find an old lullaby playing softly in your room — one you never learned, but find yourself humming anyway.

He’s been whispering it into your mind at night.

Eventually, he tells you.

Not in a romantic flourish, but in the still quiet after a storm, when he’s rescued you (again) from a danger you suspect he may have orchestrated.

“I’ve lived long enough to see empires fall and rise. But nothing has captivated me as much as you,” he says, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear, fingers cold and gentle. “You don’t understand what that means to someone like me. I’ve chosen you. That doesn’t happen more than once in a few millennia.”

You try to pull away. He only smiles.

“You’ll understand. In time. Humans always break so easily… but love can make you last.”

He kisses your forehead. And you swear you feel a mark burn there, invisible, but real — an ancient fae seal claiming you.

Lilia wouldn’t keep you in chains — not literal ones.

No, he’s too refined for that. Instead, he builds you a world where you don’t want to leave.

A hidden part of NRC’s grounds, warped by old fae magic. Days feel like dreams. You stop remembering time — memories blend, feelings shift. Lilia is always there: doting, smiling, grooming you into someone perfect for eternity.

Your dreams start to end in his voice. Your fears vanish — because you can no longer recall what they were.

Even if you tried to escape, you’re not sure where to go.

Because by now, you aren’t even certain who you were before he loved you.

You age. He does not.

But when your body grows frail, Lilia offers you a choice — sealed with a kiss, bound in blood and starlight.

“Become mine. Truly. Let me preserve you… as I have always longed to.”

You hesitate. Just for a moment.

He smiles.

You no longer dream of the outside world.

You no longer remember why you ever wanted to.

[39-saki]

It's taken forever, my head hurts and I hate marketing！ :D

BUT you can now come over to the club and enjoy a refreshing 「 kkura-bomb 」 We're back again 💕

[airosuiren]

𝔈𝔭𝔦𝔩𝔬𝔤𝔲𝔢: ℑ𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔊𝔞𝔯𝔡𝔢𝔫 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔩𝔬𝔬𝔡 𝔞𝔫𝔡 𝔙𝔬𝔴𝔰

A/N: We made it. THE FINAL CHAPTER. The cherry blossoms, the hush, the ghosts saying goodbye—I’m actually wiping tears while writing this. This epilogue is soft, but it’s not quiet. It’s powerful. It’s earned. [Y/N] didn’t just survive a house that erased her—she built a world where no one would ever forget her again. She’s not just in the Han empire. She is the Han empire. This is legacy. This is blood and vows and a garden blooming because of her.

Character sheet (READ THIS BEFORE THE FIC)

𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 1 , 𝕻𝖆𝖗𝖙 2, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 3, 𝔓𝔞𝔯𝔱 4

Spring in Gyeonggi-do came early that year. The cherry blossoms bloomed days ahead of schedule, blanketing the estate in a soft, surreal pink. It looked like a dream. Peaceful. Gentle. As if the world had forgotten who ruled within those walls.

[Y/N] stood in the center of the garden, her hanbok wrapped carefully around her. The baby in her arms shifted with a soft sound—barely a whimper, more breath than cry. He had Jun-seo’s eyes. Hers too. Deep and dark. Impossible to lie to.

Jun-seo joined her without a word. He didn’t need to speak. His hand rested on the small of her back as he looked down at their son.

"I thought he’d be louder," he murmured.

"He will be," [Y/N] replied. "When it matters."

Inside the house, the Han family moved with purpose.

Tae-joon had begun grooming Ji-ho and So-min for global expansion. Ji-yoon had already eliminated two business competitors who got too curious about the new heir. Shim Soon-ja hosted foreign dignitaries with a soft smile and veiled threats. Byung-chul rarely left the estate, but his word still passed like law.

And in every hallway, portrait, and whispered conversation—[Y/N] was central. No longer an outsider. No longer a pawn.

She had reshaped the empire simply by surviving, then thriving.

Behind the estate, five figures lingered. Not all could see them. But [Y/N] always could.

Yoon Ji-hwan gave a silent nod. Choi Mi-kyung smiled with pride. Seo Min-jae crossed her arms, watching the perimeter. Jung Tae-won faded in and out of shadow, keeping guard. Kang Dae-shik bowed his head toward the child.

"He's protected," Mi-kyung said. "They all are."

For a moment, the ghosts stood still. Then one by one, they vanished—no longer bound. Their promise kept.

Jun-seo leaned down, pressing a kiss to her temple.

"He has your strength," he said.

[Y/N] held their child tighter.

"No. He has ours."

In the garden of blood and vows, the future of two empires slept in her arms.

And above them, the blossoms kept falling—soft as mercy, and final as fate.

A/N: It’s done. And I am wrecked in the best way. She stood in that garden, arms full of the future, ghosts behind her, an empire around her—and chose peace. Not weakness. Not forgiveness. Peace. The kind only earned after a war you didn’t start but finished anyway. This wasn’t a love story. This was a rebirth story. From the shadow of a twin to the soul of a dynasty. To the Han family, to the spirits, and to YOU, dear reader—thank you for walking this path with [Y/N]. She’ll never be forgotten now. And neither will you. Cue the blossoms. —Your proud, emotional, flower-picking author 💐🖤

Would you guys like POV chapters of the Han Family??

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[laylasverse]

PRETTY FLOWERS ᰋ shifting ask game focused on your significant other(s) in your desired realities. ﹙ reblog for asks & send emojis to ask ﹚

💐 : BEAMING BOUQUET . . . does your significant other(s) have a certain hobby or interest that they gush about? how long have they been enraptured by it? have they tried to get you interested in it too?

🌼 : BEAUTIFUL BLOSSOM . . . what do you find most beautiful about your significant other(s)? what about that aspect of them is so beautiful to you? and in turn what do they believe the most beautiful thing about you is? why do they think that way?

🌸 : COMPASSIONATE CHERRY BLOSSOM . . . has your significant other(s) gotten you anything that has become really meaningful to you? have you gotten them something that has become really meaningful to them? when was the gift(s) given? what is the story behind them? have you scripted it as an object you have in your current reality so you feel more connected to them?

🌺 : HELPFUL HIBISCUS . . . how do you and your significant other(s) personalities react to each other? are there times where you bump head about stupid stuff? or do you and you significant other(s) seem to blend together?

🪻 : HAPPY HYACINTH . . . what is your significant other(s) favorite thing to do? do they enjoy doing it with you or do they prefer to do it alone? when did they first get interested into it?

🪷 : LOVELY LOTUS . . . do you and your significant other(s) do any "cheesy" stuff? like having matching pajamas, matching halloween costumes, and picnic dates? or building the flower legos, cooking together, baking together?

🌹 : RED ROSE . . . what is your significant other(s) favorite color? why is it there favorite color? do they make it obvious it's their favorite by wearing it all the time or having their phone case as it?

🌻 : SWEET SUNFLOWER . . . how do your friends describe you and your significant other(s) relationship? do you and your significant other(s) share a lot about your relationship or do you keep a lot of it secret?

🌷 : TIMELESS TULIP . . . what was your relationship with your significant other(s) like before you started dating? were you friends? enemies? academic rivals? did they know you liked them? did you know they liked you?

IB : @ / solstices-dreams' dr s/o ask game DT : @ / xoxoshifts ( tysm for the inspiration!! )

[elixirfromthestars]

Over the last couple of months I’ve seen a lot of posts from my fellow fanfic writers discouraged by the lack of interaction on their stories. 🥺 Fanwork is all about blossoming interactions in a community, so I decided to create a little spring themed event to spread some love and support around! 🫶🏼

I took inspiration from the wonderful @navybrat817’s appreciation event from last October and came up with my own flower version for spring! 🥰 I know interacting can seem intimidating sometimes, but from personal experience I can tell you just a small token of appreciation can mean the world to someone. 🩷 Below you’ll find inbox ask/reblog prompts to hopefully inspire you to show appreciation to your favorite writers! ✨

Let’s give our writers the flowers they deserve! 💐🩷

🌷 - Send a compliment to your favorite writer(s)! Anything goes! It could be about their writing, them as a person, their blog, etc.

🌹 - Tell a writer which fic(s) of theirs stuck with you the most or ask them which fic of theirs they think about the most.

🪻- Ask a writer which scene they wrote is their favorite and why! Or share your favorite scene they wrote with them and tell them why!

🌺 - Reblog some of your favorite fics (even if you have reblogged it before) to show our favorite works some extra love! Bonus points if you leave comments!!

🌸 - Ask a writer to provide some behind the scenes commentary on a fic of your choosing!

🌼 - Ask a writer to share who their favorite writers are or ask them to share what their favorite fics they’ve read are!

🪷 - Spring means new beginnings, so let’s try something new! If you’ve never sent an ask before, send one! If you’ve never reblogged a fic before, do it now! If there’s a writer whose work you haven’t read before, go read and interact with it! Take the first step in doing something new this spring and see what blossoms from it!

🌻 - Ask a writer anything about their wips in anyway you’d like! Maybe you’d like to ask them to describe their wip in three words, or provide a snippet, or share the last sentence they wrote, etc.

💐 - Free for all bouquet to show whatever kind of love, support, appreciation, etc you’d like to show your favorite writer(s)!

To all those who participate, thank you!! 💐🩷