#everlasting love and passion and affection and all that

[applecrowns]

pairing: husband!sylus x female reader

honeymoon with husband sylus where he takes you to every country on your travel wishlist—he is determined to make your dream of seeing all the wonders of the world a reality.

your days are filled with anticipation and curiosity as you walk hand in hand through the remnants of a long-lost world that once thrived with life.

standing at an ancient site, you enthusiastically talk about its history to sylus who hangs on your every word—though he also possesses a great knowledge of the past, he allows you to express yourself freely and never interrupts you—addicted to the sound of your voice, his gaze dances between the soft curve of your lips and the sparkle in your eyes.

as you crouch down to collect rocks—your special way of holding onto memories from your travels—sylus leans closer, offering to keep your little treasures in his pocket, a sweet gesture that makes your heart flutter.

at the museum, lost in the beauty of art pieces that once existed only in your dreams and photographs, you feel a wave of emotion wash over you, and quiet tears escape as you stand before one of your favorite paintings, finally seeing its complete beauty in person.

sylus stood by your side, his strong arm enveloping you, offering a silent promise and a comforting presence that speaks volumes without uttering a single word.

sylus is a constant presence in your life, supporting your dreams and passions, inspiring you to pursue what sets your heart ablaze, and always ready to provide resources that you need to achieve those dreams.

he showers you with thoughtful gifts that he knows you will love, and gives you his unwavering attention and care at every moment; there’s no need for reminders, for he understands your heart's desires instinctively. he understands you intimately, as if he can see into the depths of your soul, and at times, sylus wonders if he knows you better than you know your own self.

he treasured your love and dedication for the things that bring you joy, never once finding it bothersome or "too much"—as you had once expressed. to sylus, you are not too much; you are simply perfect. and if you think you are being too much, just know that he will cherish every bit of your too much-ness.

he loves walking to these places with your fingers intertwined in his, your grip instinctively tightening at the sight of something that captures your attention, eyes lifting up to him, glowing with an intensity that makes his heart swell with adoration.

as the day ends and you return to the softly illuminated confines of your hotel room, you lose yourselves in each other—mouths colliding in a fervent kiss with you desperately clawing at his chest like a little kitten, and as he reluctantly pulls away to let you catch your breath, you find yourself entranced by his crimson eyes—which seem to pierce through you with a mix of amusement and intense desire that leaves you week at the knees—all the while wearing that dangerously charming smirk on his perfectly handsome face.

being in each others presence sparks a special affinity that seems tailor-made for just the two of you, an incomparable connection—almost magical—like something out of a fairytale.

in the intense heat of the moment, you surrender to your desires, just as you have done countless times before.

that's how it is with sylus—unadulterated love, unending passion, and unwavering devotion—a reality you never thought possible with the one and only man who holds your heart dearly.

at times, you steal away to the balcony overlooking the best views of these wonders of the world—he urges you to savour every moment—while he lives out his own dream of finally being with the most wonderful person in his world—you.

he envelops you in an intoxicating wave of warmth, his lips trailing hot kisses along your shoulder—each kiss a whisper of his everlasting love and affection.

you're so soft and warm in his arms, his chest pressed against your back, and you can feel the soothing rythm of his heart—a gentle lullaby reserved only for you.

you take every inch of him so eagerly, the two of you fitting together perfectly like puzzle pieces. his movements are unwavering and steady, sending waves of ecstasy through you, making you feel as if you're floating among the stars, and the sounds you make are a beautiful symphony, almost like a sacred melody only meant for his ears.

sylus feels as though he has been granted the greatest fortune in existence—more precious and exquisite than any rare jewels in his collection.

he yearns for the connection you share to last forever, wishing to remain by your side, to love and protect you, and offer you all the beautiful things life has to give.

but at this very moment, his heart swells with an overwhelming sense of gratitude as he holds you tenderly in his embrace.

finally. finally.

you are present. the singular soul he had eternally yearned to share his heart with.

his beloved wife.

[its-ate-oclock-somewhere]

Futamono Flower Meaning

So you're telling me that the very night after Will whore Graham sent someone to murder Hannibal simp Lecter, the man created this?!

[astrolook]

🔥 Synastry Myths That Need to Die (Or at Least Be Roasted) 🔥

Because people act like one Venus square Mars = toxic disaster, while a chart full of trines = fairy-tale romance (hint: neither is true). Let’s break down some biggest synastry myths and how to actually interpret them. 👀✨

🚫 MYTH #1: Squares and Oppositions in Synastry = Relationship Problems? Nah, That’s Just Spicy Drama. 🔥😈

🔥Reality: No, they keep it interesting. A little conflict is necessary to keep things engaging, otherwise, y’all will be bored to death in six months.

🔹 Sun square Moon – Keeps things dynamic—you challenge each other emotionally and grow in the process. Passionate debates turn into deep emotional bonding. It could feel like you live in two different emotional worlds sometimes. 🔹 Venus square Mars – Enemies to lovers. Like a slow-burn romance novel where neither of you admits your feelings until you’re in too deep. Fights can get heated and so as passion. 🔹 Mercury opposite Mercury – Mentally stimulates each other a lot. Never boring.

💡 A mix of soft and hard aspects is 🔑. Too much "ease" = stagnation. A little friction? Sexy and exciting.

🗣️Some of y’all are out here begging for a “perfect” relationship, but are you sure you want one that feels like watching paint dry?

🚫 MYTH #2: Too Many Conjunctions = Soulmate Energy! Nah, You're dating yourself!

🔥Reality: Or suffocating as hell. Y’all might as well be the same person, which sounds cute until it’s not.

🔹 Sun conjunct Sun – "Omg, we’re so alike!" Yeah, for now. But do you really want a partner that mirrors you 24/7? 🔹 Moon conjunct Moon – Emotional twins, but can become too comfortable. Who’s pushing who to grow? 🔹 Venus conjunct Venus – Great for shared aesthetic and love language, but too similar = potential complacency.

💡Some conjunctions? Great. But throw in a few oppositions (for balance) and squares (for energy), or you might end up dating yourself.

🗣️You ever had a bestie you LOVED but couldn’t be around too long because y’all were literally the same person? That’s what too many conjunctions feel like in a relationship.

🚫 MYTH #3: "Saturn in Synastry = Restrictive. No, It's Just A Commitment Test!

🔥Reality: Without Saturn, relationships fall apart. The real problem isn’t Saturn—it’s immaturity.

🔹 Saturn conjunct Moon – Can feel like parent/child dynamics, but if handled well? Deep emotional security. This is forever. 🔹 Saturn opposite Venus – Challenges in expressing affection, but also high commitment potential when worked through. 🔹 Saturn trine Mars – Passion with stability—this is the "we still find each other sexy at 80" type of aspect. Slow and steady passion.

💡 If you have Saturn in synastry, embrace the responsibility but set boundaries so it doesn’t feel suffocating.

🗣️Saturn isn’t the fun drunk at the party, it’s the sober friend keeping you from texting your ex. You need that sometimes.

🚫 MYTH #4: Venus-Mars = Everlasting Passion? More Like a Telenovela.

🔥Reality: Yes, it’s hot at first—but will you even like each other in five years?

🔹 Venus conjunct Mars – 🔥 Chemistry? Through the roof. Emotional compatibility? That depends. 🔹 Venus opposite Mars – Can flip between passionate and exhausting, depending on how you handle conflict. 🔹 Venus square Mars – The sexual tension is wild, sparks fly in all directions. It's an exciting aspect.

💡If you’ve got Venus-Mars magic, add some Moon, Mercury, or Saturn connections so it’s not just lust with an expiration date.

🗣️Chemistry can only carry a relationship so far—do y’all actually like each other outside the bedroom?

🚫 MYTH #5: Moon Sign Compatibility = Everything? Okay, But Can You Communicate?

🔥Reality: Yes, emotional compatibility is important. But have you tried... actually communicating?

🔹 Moon trine Mercury – Emotional understanding and easy conversations (a great underrated aspect). 🔹 Moon opposite Mars – One is moody, the other is impatient. Passionate emotions and spicy debates. 🔹 Moon conjunct Saturn – Deep emotional security, but can also feel heavy or restrictive.

💡Don’t just look at Moons—how do your Mercury, Venus, and Saturn interact? Emotional security is great, but if y’all can’t communicate, it’s pointless.

🗣️Just because you both like to cry during sad movies doesn’t mean you’re soulmates.

🚫 MYTH #6: Twin Flames Can Be Seen in Synastry!

🔥Reality: No. Astrology does not confirm Twin Flames. Stop it.

🔹 North Node conjunct personal planets – Yes, this feels fated, but not every karmic relationship is "meant to be." 🔹 Pluto aspects (especially Venus or Moon) – Yes, this is intense and life-changing—but it can also be obsessive and toxic. 🔹 Vertex aspects – Yes, these can feel destined, but that doesn’t mean it’s permanent.

💡If a relationship is healthy, growing, and balanced, that’s what matters more than any hyped-up label.

🗣️Just because someone feels "fated" doesn’t mean they’re your forever person. Sometimes, the lesson is letting go.

💖 Want to know what the stars say about your love life? 💖

Whether it’s soulmate potential, karmic lessons, or long-term compatibility, I dive deep into your unique synastry & composite charts and let's see what the cosmos has in store for you! 🌙💫💖

✨ DM me for a personalized love, marriage, or relationship compatibility reading! ✨ 💌 Check out my pinned post for pricing & details! 💌

[liliavanrougelover]

What kind of flowers would they give you?

Summary: What flower they would give you and why

Characters: All NRC students (Ortho is platonic)

Warning: none

Riddle Rosehearts:

Red roses. He knows the language of flowers. It may be classic, but there’s a reason for that. Red roses symbolize love, romance, admiration and passion, so it’s the perfect flower for him to give to you. It’s also helpful that he has a maze full of them. When he doesn’t have one on him, he’ll pluck one off of the rose bushes.

Trey Clover:

Pink aster. Like Riddle, he knows the language of flowers. Aster symbolizes love, patience, loyalty, and awe. A pink aster adds the meaning of innocence and affection. Not only does Trey feel that the meaning matches how he feels about you, but he also thinks that they match your beauty exactly. He’d give you the flowers along with something he baked you.

Cater Diamond:

Red gardenia. Cater knows very little about the language of flowers, so he asked Trey and Riddle about it. Red gardenia’s symbolize passion, admiration and respect. They can also be a way of saying “I love you.” He found it fitting to give to you.

Ace Trappola:

Roses of any color. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t really care. He just takes any color rose and gives it to you. Might even get you a bouquet of different colored roses. All he knows is that people like getting roses.

Deuce Spade:

Red hyacinth. He doesn’t know the language of flowers, so he asks his mom. Red hyacinth’s represent a light kind of love and playfulness. When he’s with you he feels lighter than ever and he loves horsing around with you (Only if you’re okay with it). So, red hyacinth’s are the perfect flower choice.

Leona Kingscholar:

Honeysuckle. Believe it or not, Leona knows about the language of flowers. Honeysuckles symbolize affection and everlasting love. He chose them because he loves you, and he’ll love you forever.

Ruggie Bucchi:

Dandelions. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t know what dandelions mean. He gets them because he can find a lot around the school and they’re edible. He’s given them to you as the flowers and has used them to make food for you.

Jack Howl:

Primrose. Jack knows about the language of flowers. Primroses represent young love. He thinks it’s fitting seeing as you two are young and in love.

Azul Ashengrotto:

Forget-me-not. He knows the language of flowers and is very happy that he does now that he’s dating you. Forget-me-not’s as their name suggests are a way of saying that you’ll never forget someone and they also symbolize true love. He gives them to you as a way of saying that he’ll never forget you, and that his love for you is true.

Jade Leech:

Dahlia. Jade, of course, knows about the language of flowers. Dahlia’s symbolize beauty, eternal love, and standing out in a crowd. He thinks your beauty makes you stand out in a crowd, and he’ll love you eternally.

Floyd Leech:

Any and all. He doesn’t know about the language of flowers and doesn’t care. He only gives you flowers when he’s in a good mood. He’s just going to grab the first flower he sees and give it to you. He doesn’t care what it means. To him it’s a show of love and that’s all that matters.

Kalim Al-Asim:

Your favorite. He asks for your favorite flower and will buy you the biggest bouquet ever. He doesn’t know or care what they mean. They’re your favorite and that’s all he cares about. Before buying you flowers, he’ll ask if you have a new favorite. He just wants you to be happy and feel loved.

Jamil Viper:

Red salvia. Jamil knows about the language of flowers, because of course he does. Red salvia is meant to carry the message of “forever mine.” Jamil loves you and hopes you’ll be his forever.

Vil Schoenheit:

Pink hibiscus. Vil knows the language of flowers and makes sure to put it to good use. Pink hibiscuses represent beauty and young love. Vil considers you and himself beautiful and the young love part is self explanatory.

Rook Hunt:

Heliotrope. Rook knows about the language of flowers. Heliotropes symbolize eternal love and devotion. He’s devoted to you and will love you till the end of time.

Epel Felmier:

Any kind you want. He doesn’t know the language of flowers and doesn’t care. He just asks what kind of flower you want and he’ll get them for you. He’ll get whatever kind of flower you want. Just ask and he’ll get it.

Idia Shroud:

Plastic. He knows the language of flowers, but he’s not getting real ones. He’s not going out and getting flowers, and getting flowers shipped over could take who knows how long. He’ll just order a bouquet of plastic flowers. Any kind you want. Even better, they don’t die. You won’t have to throw them out because they’re wilting. You can just keep them forever.

Ortho Shroud (Platonic):

Chrysanthemums. Ortho knows the language of flowers, and even if he didn’t he could look it up in a matter of seconds. Chrysanthemums represent friendship. You’re his best friend so of course he’s going to give you flowers. And of course those flowers are going to represent your friendship.

Malleus Draconia:

Red roses. Of course THE Malleus Draconia knows the language of flowers. He will give you a big bouquet of them too. He’ll give you 50 at least. He will spare no expense for his beloved child of man.

Lilia Vanrouge:

Every one he comes across. Lilia knows the language of flowers, however that doesn’t mean he’ll make sure to get a certain flower. He’ll just make sure he doesn’t give you one that means something bad. Wherever he goes, if he sees a flower, he’ll pick it and make sure to give it to you later. Depending on how much he did that day, he might present you with one flower or 100.

Silver Vanrouge:

Daisy. Lilia taught Silver the language of flowers. Daisies symbolize innocence and loyal love. Silver is loyal to you and he loves you. His love for you can be seen as innocent and it is. Nothing and I mean NOTHING can make him not love you.

Sebek Zigvolt:

Red roses. He, like the rest of Diasomnia, knows the language of flowers. Red roses are fitting since they represent love. He wouldn’t give you any other flower. Nothing would be more fitting for how he feels about you.

[recareels]

⋆₊˚⊹♡ sunday + the nickname ‘sunny’

character: sunday warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, size difference, fem reader words: 781

“Sunny!” 

Juvenile and trashy, he used to hate that nickname. 

He used to hate that nickname, until you. 

It’s funny, how the meaning of a word can change with a single person, in a single instant. 

The first time you use it, Sunday doesn’t even have the heart to tell you how much he despises it—because suddenly, he doesn’t anymore. 

That’s all it took; two syllables, falling from your lips wrapped in a melodic laugh. Two syllables, vibrating on your tongue, eyes sparkling as they found his, and his whole view on the wretched nickname had changed. 

Because it sounds so beautiful when you say it, sucked on in the heat of your mouth, warm and syrupy as melted sugar. It sounds so special when you say it, filtered through an everlasting smile—his smile, the one you save just for him, the one that no one else gets to see, gets to procure—thickly embraced in love and reverence and worship. 

You say it like it’s a prayer, like it’s a vow. You say it with such passionate fondness that it sounds like a promise, an oath swearing that you will never leave, that you will love him, wholly and completely, for eternity. 

“You know, I used to hate the nickname Sunny,” he finally tells you one night while you’re laying in bed, voice lullabied.

It’s late—too late for you to be awake, truthfully—and you had fallen asleep waiting up for him, desperate to catch a glimpse of him after nearly twenty-four hours of his absence. 

But the moment he had entered the bedroom—sock-clad feet quiet on the hardwood, steps kept light and agile, silver door handle twisted with such meticulous care and precision that he’s sure it didn’t make a single sound—you were up, lashes fluttering against the halo of golden light spilling past him in the doorway.

A sixth sense, he likes to call it. Something intimate and instinctual that alerts you to his presence, the moment he’s in your general vicinity. A divine intuition borne out of your ethereal and everlasting love for him. 

A hum vibrates on his chest, your cheek nuzzling into his sternum. 

“Why?” 

“Because it sounded…” silly, stupid, unsophisticated. “Wrong, coming from the lips of anyone. Anyone else, but you.” 

“And now?”

Now, it’s special, significant, personal. 

Now, he loves it. 

He loves it, always. 

He loves it when it’s laughed out, stuttered by giggles or the slap of your tennis shoes against stone in the courtyard while you gracefully leap from his touch, the linen of your dress teasingly brushing his fingertips, narrowly escaping his grasp.

He loves it when it’s squealed out, pitched high and stringy and filtered through a pout, usually accompanied by knitted brows or a stomped foot. Sunny, be serious! you cry, features scrunching further at his tender chuckle.

I am serious, darling, he always responds, but he can never quite dim those adoring twinkles shimmering in his eyes, mollifying his gaze to something soft and lidded, playful affection toying with the corners of his mouth. You’re just too cute. 

He loves it when it’s gasped out, nothing more than a breathy wisp on your tongue, pushed from your chest by his relentless thrusts and repeated until it breaks, letters shattering on your lips, cunt convulsing around him.

Even fractured with bliss, it still sounds so heavenly coming from your throat, shards of it lingering on your tongue even after he’s pumped you full of thick cum and panted his own rapture into your waiting, wanting mouth—Sun-Su-Sun-ny, bits of the name wheezed out in little whines; desperate, divine, dissolving on his tongue, little fingers clawing and clinging to his heaving form as it curls around your own.

He loves it when it’s slurred out in those early morning hours when he finally returns to you, murmured into your pillow and drowning in a pool of thick spit, letters heavy with sleep. Sunny, you whimper again, turning toward the heat of his body, hands groping blindly, eyes still glued shut with exhaustion. Missed you, s’much, Sunny, you mumble into his sternum as you rub your cheek along it, catlike. My Sunny. 

He loves it, forever. 

“Now, it’s perfect,” he murmurs into your hair, sealing the proclamation with a kiss. “Now, it’s my favourite.”

Admittedly, he still hates it when anyone else uses it, but it’s for a different reason now. No longer is the nickname childish and asinine, but instead it is yours, special and sacred, a term of endearment allowed just for you. It has been transformed by your lips and your love, metamorphosed into something sacrosanct.

And Sunday wouldn’t have it any other way. 

[gotta-winwin]

(🍓) ... mingyu x reader

"Ah l’amour / Ou est ce que ça commence /Ou est ce que ça s’arrête" 🎶 compromise by role model

mingyu loved you as easy as breathing. >1k words a/n: special shoutout to @diamonddaze01 for beta reading and sorry in advance for the heartache this fic is

Mingyu knew you saw yourself as a whirlwind for disaster, yet he loved you anyway. 

As easy as breathing, he used to tell you, whenever life had thrashed you upside down and you would land on his doorstep. 

Mingyu loved you as easily as breathing. 

But I’m a terrible person, you’d argue against him. I blow up anything good around me. 

I’m still here, he’d counter, brushing away the silent tears that had flowed down your face. His giant hands molded against you like clay, gentle touches that could only belong to an artist loving his art. 

His legs would hook into yours in bed, a personal furnace for the nights your unkempt brain refused to sleep, drowning you as you sunk deeper and deeper into the mattress. Mingyu was your buoy through the rough waters of life.

He reassured you each time you voiced out your fear of one day losing him to the storm. I can weather any storm, my love. Your hurricanes cannot hurt me. And they will not scare me away.

Mingyu was always telling you he loved you like a song. 

Repeatable, harmonic and comfortable. You’re like my favourite song, he’d whisper against your chest, as he sank lower and lower, trailing kisses that stood for feelings the English language had yet to put into words. I’d do anything to start and end the day with you. 

He was the rare person who knew you like the back of his hand, knew every divot and crevice of your body, your heart, your soul. The love that thrived between the two of you was one carefully crafted by cherished hands, welded together by gentle words and everlasting understanding. 

Understanding. Mingyu had always preferred to use that word rather than forgiveness. 

I don’t need to forgive you, Mingyu had told you once, after a particularly horrible fight where you had said horrible things, the aftermath of an invisible weight that had finally cracked your back. I don’t need to forgive you because I understand. There is nothing to forgive. 

Mingyu loved you selflessly and unconditionally. 

“Don’t ever compromise.” He used to say, bandaging your invisible wounds with tender kisses. “Don’t ever compromise because you deserve it all. After all the tears you’ve cried, don’t you compromise.” 

His strong and unwavering arms held your messy pieces together like Atlas held up the sky. 

Mingyu loved you loudly, unapologetically and full of raw passion. 

I’d do anything for you, he used to say, and despite the cliche you knew he meant every word of it. Mingyu would pick you up during rainy days, walk you home despite being afraid of the dark himself, kill the bugs in your apartment while screaming the whole time. He used to coin it as ‘loving you back together,’ as if his affection could somehow fix everything that was wrong with you and put together what others had broken before him. 

Mingyu devoted himself to fixing something he did not break. And he did it incredibly well.

Mingyu kissed you like singing, putting everything he’s ever wanted you to know into each contact his lips made with your skin. 

I love you. Let yourself live. Be free. You deserve that happy ending.  You deserve everything.  I love you. Be free. 

Mingyu made love with you like a prayer. Each touch, each move, each caress felt desperate, as if he was trying to pump life back inside of you, to revive you with each harsh breath he took as his tongue drew circles against your core. 

I love you. Be free. A miserable cycle. 

You deserve that happy ending. You won’t find it with me.

Mingyu had always told you he’d do anything for you. Including letting you go. 

The last time Mingyu kissed you, he kissed you with a twinge of nostalgia, as if he had already begun to miss you. His strong arms molded into the indents of your body he once called home, pulling himself into some semblance of a man to love you for the last time. 

In all honesty, Mingyu had loved you as a desperate attempt to love himself. 

Don’t you compromise, he had told you, unwittingly throwing himself into the mix as well. Mingyu knew he wasn’t it for you, at the end of the day. Two broken people could only rely on each other for so long. 

You deserve a happy ever after, don't ya? Even if it's not the same as mine Don't you compromise

[jxwl4k]

.𖥔 ݁ ˖ flowers .𖥔 ݁ ˖

☘︎ . . . genre. fluff

☘︎ . . . pairings. bakugou x fem!reader

⤿ bakugou and yn have a tradition of exchanging flowers every week. it’s their words of showing love, one flower at a time.

Bakugou Katsuki never thought he’d be the type of guy to be surrounded by flowers, let alone look forward to them. But ever since he and YN started dating, their relationship had bloomed into something both tender and beautiful.

It all started with a single flower.

One morning, after an especially grueling training session, YN had handed him a single red carnation. “You looked like you could use something nice today,” she’d said with a smile.

Red carnations, he later found out, symbolized admiration and affection. He’d grumbled something about not needing a flower, but when she turned away, he found himself holding onto it a little too carefully. He’d kept it on his desk until the petals started to wilt.

The next week, he returned the gesture. A lone sunflower, bold and bright, left on her desk with a note scrawled in his messy handwriting: For the sunny idiot.

Sunflowers, bright and unwavering, symbolized loyalty and adoration. She’d laughed when she saw it, clutching the flower to her chest like it was the most precious thing in the world.

From then on, it became their tradition.

Every week, without fail, Bakugou and YN would exchange flowers. It wasn’t about extravagant bouquets or expensive arrangements—it was the meaning behind each bloom that counted.

One week, YN surprised him with a deep blue delphinium, carefully tied with a red ribbon. “It reminded me of you,” she said shyly.

Delphiniums symbolized strength and boldness, but also tenderness—a perfect balance for Bakugou.

He stared at the flower, his heart beating faster than he’d like to admit. “Tch. You’re such a sap.” But the flower ended up in a small vase on his nightstand, where it stayed for days.

In return, he gifted her a sprig of baby’s breath, the tiny white flowers delicate and pure.

“They mean everlasting love,” he mumbled when she looked at him curiously. She’d smiled at him in surprise, her expression soft. “You’re sweeter than you let on, Katsuki.”

“Shut up,” he muttered, ears pink.

What surprised YN the most was how seriously Bakugou took their tradition. His dorm room slowly became filled with small vases, each holding the flowers she gave him. Every evening, she’d catch him changing the water, trimming the stems, or just staring at them with an unreadable expression.

“Why do you take such good care of them?” she asked one day, watching him gently handle a tulip she’d given him earlier that week.

He didn’t look up. “You give me these, so they’re important. Gotta make sure they last.”

Tulips, she remembered, symbolized deep and unconditional love. Her chest tightened at his words, her love for him growing even more.

On the flip side, YN had a growing collection of pressed flowers, each one carefully saved from the pieces he gave her. Her favorite was a single red rose he’d handed her one evening after a long day of training.

“For putting up with me,” he’d said gruffly, refusing to meet her eyes.

Red roses, the ultimate symbol of passionate love, became her most treasured keepsake.

One Sunday morning, YN found herself standing at a flower cart near the dorms, scanning the vibrant blooms. She smiled as her fingers brushed over a single daisy. Perfect.

Daisies, with their cheerful white petals, symbolized innocence and new beginnings—a reminder of the pure joy she felt in their relationship.

When she returned to their usual meeting spot, Bakugou was already there, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. In his hand was a sprig of lavender.

Lavender, calming and fragrant, symbolized devotion and serenity—qualities she often brought into his life.

They exchanged flowers silently, a smile tugging at both their lips.

“You’re a softie, you know,” she teased, twirling the lavender between her fingers.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grumbled, but his small smile betrayed him.

As they sat together on the bench, flowers in hand, it was clear their tradition wasn’t just about the blooms. It was about the quiet love they shared, the joy in small gestures, and the unspoken promise they made to nurture each other—just like the flowers they exchanged every week.

[tarotofhope]

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Hibiscus - Love, Passion, Divine Feminine, Happiness, Sunshine, Good Luck.

Dahlia - Pride, Elegance, Beauty, Gracefulness, Creativity, Positivity, Growth, Inner Strength, Accepting Positive Changes.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 1. You are very innocent and pure, or at least you look like that or vice versa, you look very daring and confident, but you are actually very innocent from the inside. You might also be very cheerful and bright, I'm getting a lot of bubbly energy here. Some of you might have a dashing personality even, very elegant, posh, bright and radiant. You might look like you've got all the riches, very abundant. I'm getting the energy of The Empress from this pile, very fertile, very passionate, you might be someone who likes children. You might also be very creative. But doesn't matter how you look, somehow you give other people the vibes of a soldier, a fighter or a daredevil. You look like you can overcome/achieve anything and everything. Some people might even get the impression that your life is full of roses and no thorns, that things are easy for you, but only you know your struggles.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 1.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

⊱Pile 2

Rain Lily - New Beginnings, Renewal, Friendship, Affection, Resilience, Hope.

Snowdrop - Renewal and Rebirth, Hope, Resilience, Beauty, Purity, Overcoming Challenges.

Rose - Love, Beauty, Romance, Passion, Sensuality, Royalty, Charm, Admiration.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 2. You look very gorgeous and beautiful, generally. You might always be hearing words of admiration for your beauty, people sending you proposals, also people getting envious about the same and trying to bring you down(some people do this just because they're insecure and annoyed by your good looks while some people think that your looks can easily steal their romantic partners). But most of you also like to take advantage of your beauty(now this can be for good or bad). You ooze a lot of sexual energy, without trying. Most of the times, people might get the wrong impression that you're trying to be seductive or sensual but they do not understand that you're actually naturally attractive. You're also very brave and resilient, you just get what you want. Like Pile 1, you're also a fighter, you can overcome anything, you also appear very elegant, regal and royal, you might be a dominating personality too. You never lose hope and never back down. You're not afraid of changes and challenges. People might think you're out of their league and hard to impress.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 2.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

⊱Pile 3

Hyacinth - Jealousy, Regret, Seeking Forgiveness, Joy, Playfulness, Sincerity, Genuine Affection (this flower has no basic general meaning, it's totally based on the colors).

Petunia - It holds both positive and negative symbolism. Familiarity and Comfort, Anger and Resentment, Protection, Intimacy, Peace.

Periwinkle - Earlier named as 'Flower of Death,' but in modern times, it has been given the symbolism of 'Immortality.' Also known as the 'graveyard plant' because it's planted in cemeteries, It is associated with serenity, calmness, winter, sentimental memories, everlasting love, blossoming friendships.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 3. You're sometimes hot, sometimes cold. It's difficult for one to guess what you're thinking or what you're upto. You're very unpredictable and mysterious. You might be someone who craves for affection or a deep connection but you hold back a lot of emotions yourself. You might also be someone who regrets after not saying/doing what's on their mind(some of you) or for saying/doing everything that comes to their mind without thinking(others of you). There are so many energies in this single pile, my audience reading this pile might have a complex personality. I can sense very indecisive energy too. You do something that you shouldn't do or you don't do something that you should do. You might find it very hard to be happy. You might also appear very unbothered and uninterested to some people. Your personality is highly misunderstood. It's like when people say, "but he/she doesn't look like he/she could do that." It can also be that either you have two very opposite personalities(one happy one sad) or you live half of your life being positive and half of your life being negative or vice versa.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 3.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

⊱Pile 4

Iris - Faith, Hope and Wisdom.

Carnation - Devotion, Love and Fascination.

Jasmine - Purity, The Divine, Grace, Love, Beauty and Sensuality.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 4. Most of you guys might be devout and traditional. You might be wise beyond your years and you have strong faith and beliefs. Some of you might be into spirituality or healing professions too. You might also be hopelessly romantic and you have a strong desire to love and to be loved. You might appear very angelic and graceful to people. You don't let people get much closer to you(especially romantically), so this leaves them even more curious. There's this peaceful glow to your face. You appear very holy, noble, calm, serene and put together. You look like you haven't or you would never mess anything up. You might also daydream a lot(you mostly daydream about things you cannot get yourself to do irl because you don't want to break the image you've built in people's eyes). You appear so simple yet beautiful, people find it so easy to fall in love with you but they really think what would it be like, to be loved by you. You are like the forbidden fruit that people get so curious about.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 4.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

⊱Pile 5

Tulip - Deep Love, Affection, Happiness, Good Luck, Well Wishes.

Chrysanthemum - Long Life, Rebirth, Friendship, Happiness, Well-being, Earlier, yellow colored ones were symbolised for sorrow and neglected love.

Calendula - Also known as Pot Marigold, it has healing properties, fights bacteria and viruses, used in tincture and ointments for cuts and burns, used as a good luck charm, gives protection against negative energies.

Welcome to your reading, Pile 5. You could be a healer reading this pile, whether professional or not, it can include being a doctor, nurse, vet, pharmacist, care-taker, counsellor, psychic, reiki healer, ayurvedic healer, therapist, etc.. You have deep love and affection for people and/or animals, you can genuinely care for and sympathise with them. Some of you are true empaths. Most of you appear very simple and quiet. There is this air of mystery around you. You don't talk much and you don't mingle around much. You're always in your own zone. You have knowledge of certain things which really helps people(and very few people are blessed with this purpose but I cannot say that all of the people associated with this pile are genuine, not all are), whether it involves guidance for mental and emotional healing or providing herbs and medicines for physical ailments. You work for other people's well-being and happiness. Most of you might yourselves have experienced something bad due to which you decided to get in this line of work.

That's all I got for you, my dear Pile 5.

Love, light, peace and hope to you..🌸🍁🌻🌼

Thank you so much for being here. I post PAC readings every Tuesday and Friday. Do love and support by reblogging, liking or following.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Could I request Welt, Dan Heng, Sunday, Gepard, and Argenti finding their s/o's poetry collection of them?

Argenti:

Would sit himself down somewhere nearby and read every last poem, each one leaving him with a full heart, butterflies in his stomach and another addition to the list of reasons why he adored your creative soul.

He’s extremely honoured that you decided to chose him as your muse for your poems, for he could feel the love and respect you have for him through your writing, before holding the collections of poetry made in his name against his chest as he beamed with happiness.

He’d even openly praise you for your works if he were to see you later on in the day, which would make you understandably upset and embarrassed that he went through your things, but with the way that he passionately talked about your writing and the look upon his face that clearly shown his appreciation and admiration for poetry.

At the end you’re the one who ends up being flustered whilst Argenti was still sending appraisal after appraisal your way, all the while re-reading your works and proudly reciting his favourite passages without shame.

Sunday:

He thought it was sweet that you write poetry about him.

He didn’t feel as though he was invading your privacy at all, seeing as how he’d like to claim that whatever of yours was now also his by osmosis…totally not because he’s fishing for stuff to hold over you and maintain control should you act out…

Anyway- he’s taking his sweet time reading each and every poem you’ve written with him in mind and smiling at the hold he’s taken within your heart, finding it fascinating what adoration could make one do just to express their whole array of emotions.

It was almost as though they were on some timer that others couldn’t see just to express all their innermost feelings towards the special person in their life. Then again love tended to make people feel as though they were invincible, so the unthinkable and accomplish things that they never thought that they were capable of achieving in the first place.

So it didn’t matter whether or not you were able to wax poetry before him, but it was obvious to Sunday that the moment he had taken hold of your life and your every thought, poetry has became your primary outlet for feelings that you weren’t nearly brave enough to say aloud to him. Rest assured however for that day will come for you to open up about those unspoken feelings of yours…sooner or later.

Gepard:

He feels as though he was invading your privacy by reading your poetry collection and wanted to leave before he’d inevitably get caught, but just as he was about to take his leave, he stopped when the title of the first poem caught his eye;

Everlasting winter

He found himself reading through the first few opening sentences and immeditly made connections between himself and the person within your poem. To say it didn’t take long for Gepard to realises that the similarities between him and the person in your poem were purely intentional, and that he was the one the poem was actual about.

His face was blossoming red upon the realisation and averted his eyes elsewhere as he takes in the fact that you found him a perfect enough muse for your poetry. Him, the man who couldn’t hold a tune to save his life, grows flowers that unfortunately don’t last long, and wasn’t possessed with the basic skills of drawing.

And yet you found something about him that was worth writing poem after poem about. He didn’t know why that was but he was appreciative that you found something in him that urged you into written it down on paper, where your affection and admiration for him would be forever immortalised…He also may or may not have taken a poem to read to himself later on at night.

Dan heng:

He had noticed that you left a piece of paper laying about one day and was about to call out to you and give it back, while scolding you for leaving your messes everywhere for him to pick up after, only to see that it was in fact a poem about him.

Red faced, Dan Heng still planned on taking the poem back to you and journeyed to your room where he found that the door was left ajar, but could immeditly tell that your room was empty. Sighing, Dan Heng opened the door and quickly made his way towards your desk, where’d he found more poems in regards to him.

Much like Gepard, Dan Heng felt as though he was reading something he shouldn’t but he found himself unable to look away as he was secretly tempted to know how you viewed him. What he found was nothing short of you portraying him in a way that he’s never quite thought of himself before. If he wasn’t already so easily made flustered by your words alone, your writing was enough to put the poor man into a catatonic state.

Dan Heng wasn’t use to being smothered in a love like yours. Where you felt as though speaking your love for him wasn’t nearly enough, so you had to expand and start writing it instead in the form of poetry. He doesn’t feel as though he’s deserving of it but isn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth and is more then willing to try to accept the fact that you care deeply for him; especially when he can not find it within him to find anything about him remotely worth being with.

Welt:

He’s made copious amounts of drawings of you that he’s kept hidden in his room. So upon coming across your poetry collection about him, it only made him feel more comfortable knowing that he wasn’t the only one to express his innermost feelings through an art form.

Besides it wasn’t like he was actively searching your room for your poetry collection, he really wasn’t as he just came across them out of pure coincidence. He was currently about four poetries deep and was finding it extremely endearing how you viewed him in most of your writing: which was mainly as an well educated, wise man with a young man’s heart and restlessness sense for adventure, who had a talent for drawing.

Welt would chuckle under his breath at all the moments you’ve shared together, before you’d then went on to write about how beautiful he was in every possible way. From his sweet, insightful eyes that seemingly held all the knowledge you could ever ask for, to his calming, velvety voice that could lull you into a deep sleep within seconds.

You posed him as this figure of comfort, a figure of warmth and Welt soon finding himself not so subtly sneaking some of your poetry into his pocket to read for later. Your poetry only gives Welt the confidence he been looking for, as he would then starts to leave his drawings of you in places where you’d be able to see them; all in hopes that you would know that you had just as much of a huge place in his heart as he did in yours.

[perfectlyoongi]

MY PARADISE - Yoongi, wc: 537, fluff.

Yoongi caressed your face, the lightness of his touch cradling you in a symphony of comfort and passion. There was security wrapped around his fingertips, an unspoken promise of everlasting love.

It was rare such act coming from him, not just because of the grace of his movement, but because of Yoongi's initiative. It was him who brought his fingers to your face with the uncertainty of a stray cat. It was him who caressed your skin with the tenderness of the first rays of spring sun. It was Yoongi by himself, and himself only, who decided to give you a little more affection and comfort.

"I think I could get used to this."

You let out a small laugh to ease your words, a little nervous at Yoongi's reaction, never quite sure how he might act to your displays of affection.

Yoongi was complex, indeed - never saying much and showing even less.

It was complicated reading Yoongi, trying to understand what was on his mind, his heart, his soul. He wouldn't give you any clues, always too afraid to show too much, always too afraid of getting hurt in a situation neither of you had any control over.

But that night was different.

That night, Yoongi made the first move when he called you to his house. That night, Yoongi ignored his fears by asking you to lie down next to him. That night, Yoongi was ready to shed all his fears and insecurities.

That's why he let your words roam around his room, settling between drawers and books, allowing them to know his room, as if it were theirs, as if it were yours.

The silence was ethereal.

Flooding the room in a sea of tranquillity with waves of serenity, that silence was like a blanket for you, covering you, protecting you, uniting you.

Yoongi's thumb continued to caress your face, his eyes memorising, once again, every feature and imperfection of your face, your hearts beating as one.

You didn't know what paradise meant or how it was made; but that night, lulled by Yoongi's affection, you could have sworn you were in paradise.

"I..."

Yoongi was nervous. Bizarre. He spoke almost in a whisper, as if confessing a secret to you, afraid that someone else would hear him, even though it was just the two of you at his house.

"I... Hm..."

Yoongi was nervous. Strange. He searched within himself for dialogues read in books and repeated in films, something that would help him articulate what was really in his soul at that moment.

"I think... Hm..."

Yoongi took a deep breath before speaking again. Clearly this time, with the certainty and conviction that was characteristic of him and that you loved so much.

"I think i can love you."

Pause. Silence. Doubt.

"I think I'm willing to love you."

Pause. Silence. Uncertainty.

"I think... I love you."

Pause. Silence. Realisation.

Yoongi had stopped caressing your face, the night had stopped being silent and, in the middle of the paradise of Yoongi's room, you realised the words he had said to you. The secret he declaimed to you. The confession he entrusted you.

A confirmation of love. A memory of stories lived. A promise of eternal tenderness.

[reomikagekin]

Hello my dearest Shakespeare, it’s Gen’s turn 🤭

We know that Gen knows flower language. So what if he gifts flowers to us EVERY SINGLE DAY and we have no idea what the meaning of the flower is. Gen is just thriving at the fact that we have no idea what each flower means, so he can just say what ever he wants without feeling embarrassed

But we secretly know flower language as well, so we just are happily accepting each and every flower he gives us with a smile, waiting for the perfect time to surprise him with his own bouquet of flowers (because men deserves to be gifted flowers too 😤)

hello, tis i.. shakespear..

A Bouquet of Secrets

Every morning, without fail, Gen would come bearing a flower. The ritual had become a quiet cornerstone of your days—a delicate tradition in the chaos of rebuilding the world.

At first, you thought it was just his quirky way of showing affection, a part of his charismatic, theatrical personality. But over time, it became clear that each flower was carefully chosen. The bright yellow marigold one day, the fragile baby’s breath the next, or a mysterious blue gentian plucked from the wildflower patches near the village edge.

He’d approach with that signature sly grin, eyes sparkling with mischief and confidence. “Ah, my dear! Today’s bloom carries a message as profound as the very science we wield!” He would bow dramatically, extending the flower toward you like a magician revealing his greatest trick.

“Marigolds today,” he announced once, “symbols of grief and despair. A reminder that even in darkness, we find strength to bloom.” You blinked, uncertain how to respond to such a contradictory sentiment.

Another time, he handed you a sprig of lavender, claiming, “It means caution, a warning from nature herself.” You humored him, smiling politely as you tucked the fragrant stem behind your ear.

The truth? You knew better. You knew that marigolds spoke of creativity and passion, lavender of devotion and calm, baby’s breath of everlasting love and purity. You knew the language of flowers—its hidden vocabulary, its unspoken confessions.

Gen knew you knew, too.

He was the world’s smoothest talker, a master manipulator who could weave lies and truth into a tapestry so seamless no one could tell where one ended and the other began. And he reveled in the game — slipping you flowers with faux meanings, spinning stories to keep you guessing, all while watching you accept each bloom with that quiet, knowing smile.

It was his favorite performance.

You, on the other hand, were preparing your own secret act.

Each day, as you received his gifts, you carefully collected wildflowers, weaving your own bouquets filled with true meanings only he would understand. You were waiting for the perfect moment — the right occasion to surprise him with a message of your own.

One afternoon, while he entertained the village children with his usual flamboyant tales and clever antics, you quietly arranged a bouquet behind the wooden shed where the villagers stored their tools.

Lavender for calm and devotion. Scarlet roses for courage and passion. Sunflowers for loyalty and admiration. Forget-me-nots for true love and remembrance.

The colors bloomed vibrantly in your hands, and your heart fluttered with anticipation.

That evening, as the sun dipped below the horizon and the campfire cast flickering shadows on the faces of your friends, you found Gen by the fire, animatedly recounting an elaborate story about a “mad scientist” who tamed lightning with nothing but a grin and a flask.

He looked up, catching your gaze as you stepped forward with the bouquet carefully wrapped in a scrap of cloth.

“For you,” you said simply, offering the flowers.

Gen’s usual confident smirk softened into something rarer — genuine surprise. “For me?” he asked, voice low and a little unsure.

You nodded, heart pounding as you watched his expression shift.

He took the bouquet slowly, inhaling the scent as if savoring a secret.

“Well played,” he murmured, eyes gleaming with newfound respect. “You’ve managed to outwit the world’s smoothest talker.”

He looked up at you, a spark of vulnerability shining through the mask he wore so well. “I suppose this means I’ll have to step up my game.”

The next morning, Gen arrived earlier than usual, a small flower tucked behind his ear and an expectant glint in his eye. “A challenge, then,” he declared, “to decode the meaning behind this mysterious bouquet you’ve gifted me.”

He held the flowers close, turning them over thoughtfully. “Lavender—calm, yes. And roses—passion, perhaps? But the sunflowers… and these tiny blue forget-me-nots? Hmm.” He paused, biting his lip in mock concentration, eyes dancing with amusement.

“You’ve woven quite the tale here,” he said finally, “but I’ll admit, I’m stumped.”

You chuckled, enjoying the rare moment of humility in the man who rarely let his guard down.

“That’s because the meanings aren’t just for your mind to solve,” you teased gently. “They’re for your heart.”

Gen’s eyes flickered with something like warmth. “Well, in that case, consider me thoroughly touched.”

From then on, the daily ritual transformed into a delicate dance between two players who understood the language of unspoken feelings.

Sometimes, as Gen handed you his carefully chosen flower with a mischievous tale, you’d slip a secret bloom into his belongings when he wasn’t looking. A single violet pressed between the pages of his notebook, symbolizing modesty and faithfulness. A sprig of rosemary tied to his belt, for remembrance and loyalty.

You caught him once, staring at a tiny sprig of thyme you’d hidden in his satchel, the meaning unmistakably clear: courage and strength.

“Careful,” he warned with a crooked smile, “if I keep accepting these gifts, I might just start believing there’s something real behind your pretty little tricks.”

“And if I keep accepting yours,” you replied softly, “maybe we’ll both have to admit the truth.”

Kaseki noticed the new tradition, grinning knowingly as he watched Gen’s antics. “You know,” he said one day, “you’ve got him wrapped around your finger. Or should I say, wrapped around your bouquet.”

Suika giggled, bouncing nearby. “Yeah! Gen’s all flustered every time you get flowers.”

Gen only pretended to scowl, but you caught the faintest blush coloring his cheeks.

Despite the harsh world around you—the struggle to survive, the constant fight for the future—the two of you found moments of lightness. In flowers and whispered meanings, in playful deception and sincere affection.

Because even a master manipulator like Gen deserved to feel seen, to be surprised, to be cared for.

And you, well, you loved being the one who could do just that.

[witchthewriter]

𝐁𝐞𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐊𝐲𝐥𝐞 𝐆𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐥𝐮𝐝𝐞

⤷ gender neutral, ambiguous race, and any size reader. Requests are open, thank you for reading!  

Warnings: swearing, nsfw included (no one under 18 please).

ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ | ᴹᵃˢᵗᵉʳˡᶤˢᵗ ᴵᴵ

ISFP

Gryffindor

Chaotic Good

Gemini Sun, Virgo Moon, Cancer Rising

𝑺𝑭𝑾🌿

・Kyle Garrick is a true romantic.

・He always opens doors for you, and pouts when you don't let him. So you always let him, because a pouty Kyle is an insistant Kyle - he will literally put you back in the car and re-close the door, just to open it himself.

・Yes you've been late to things because of this

・Affection is easy with him. Even PDA. He loves holding your hand in public, kissing you on the lips, wrapping an arm around your waist etc.

・He doesn't care whose watching, but loves to let everyone know you're taken.

・He does care about your safety, so he was insistent you take self-defence classes (don't worry, I think he would attend them himself. But in another room, as to not make anyone uncomfortable)

・However, I also think he would instruct the instructor (because this is his area of expertise ... it's literally his job)

・Loves when you get passionate about something and rant. He's a great listener; encouraging you to talk about anything you want, whenever you want

・Loves buying you flowers; actually looks up the meaning and has that as apart of the card. I.e., Baby's Breath means everlasting love, White Hyacinth means loveliness etc.

・Always great at making you laugh, he has a great sense of humour and usually finds it in most situations. But don't think he can't be serious whenever it's needed.

・He's very intuitive like that

・Especially with your feelings as well, in all things he thinks of you.

𝑹𝒆𝒍𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒑 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒔

Short & bossy (You) x Tall & follows them around (Kyle)

"You wear the pants in this relationship" (You) x "oh I wish, I cannot control you at all" (Kyle)

You Fell First, But They Fall Harder

𝑹𝒐𝒎𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝑷𝒍𝒐𝒕 𝑻𝒓𝒐𝒑𝒆

Unbreakable Bond

𝑻𝒉𝒆𝒎𝒆 𝑺𝒐𝒏𝒈

Hell N Back by Bakar

𝑁𝑆𝐹𝑊 🔞 No one under the age of 18 past this point, makes me feel weird if you read it.

・A true romantic in the bedroom as well.

・Your first time together felt like something out of a book.

・Kyle is very gentle. He loves taking his time, stroking your skin, pressing his lips to the most sensitive places and watch as goosebumps rise.

・He's very well-endowed. Both thick and long; knowing how to use it to hit right where you want it to

・Neither yet both dominant & submissive. His style isn't to push your limits but to make you moan as much as possible

・The best head you've ever received. Takes his time. Really, takes his time.

・The raunchiest place you've fucked is a dressing room. His hand over your mouth, smiling into your neck - having to bite it when he came.

・Large hands, with long fingers. His hands ... are very sexy. Kyle does like to hold your hands when you fuck; usually above your head or behind your back

[astrasng]

ᝰ.ᐟ NCT DREAM as CIGARETTES AFTER SEX songs

a/n: soo I'm back with another DREAM as CAS songs this time 🫂 I really hope ya'll are going to love this too...♡

also i would like to add that in this post there may be mentions of toxicity, BUT i have no intention saying that person is toxic.

as always, enjoy! ♡

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ MARK as Heavenly.

Mark is a passionate person. As in music, in his profession, he loves giving his all into his work. Satisfaction rarely reaches his mind whenever he's done with whatever he's doing though. Beside work,he rarely has time for anything else, but nevertheless, his soul aches for a heartwarming love. True love. The song tells us about a person longing for a long and deep connections with somebody else. Mark needs that in his everyday life. Needing a partners love and affection whenever he gets home from a hard day of work, or whenever he has a hard time dealing with the feelings in his heart, waiting for someone to pour his heart out to.

For MARK I would also give Kiss It Off Me.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ RENJUN as Each Time You Fall In Love.

Renjun is someone who fears getting hurt over and over again. The song tells about a person repeating the same mistakes they have done in a relationship, not learning the consecquences. He is someone who is blinded by love, only seeing the perfect perks his partner has, overlooking the flaws. He ends up being confused and longing for something real, something permanent in his life.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ JENO as Dark Vacay.

Jeno would end up in a turbulent relationship. Not because his intentions are bad, but because he feels like his feelings are the main leak of the relationship problems. The song tells about suggest the protagonist a sense of escapism and self-destructive behaviour, such as running to alcohol, or other intoxicating relations. The song ultimately symbolizes the crasing, and falling feeling of not having, or rather being able to keep a healthy relationship.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ HAECHAN as Tejano Blue.

Haechan ultimately gives bittersweet love. Although, when he is with the right person, receives all the love in the world, he cherises that through everything. He appreciates what his partner gvies to him, returning everything he has every got from them. He longes for a deep and meaningful love, filled with precious memories. The song tells that the color blue, repsresents melancholy and longing. When Haechan finds the one, he searches with them for the everlasting bond and desire.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ JAEMIN as Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby.

Loving Jaemin offers nothing more but warmth and reassurence. He is there for his partner 100% , through good and bad, the love he gives lasts forever until he lives. The song tells about moments of romance between the couple, including whispering something in each other's ears and dancing together in the living room. Their love creating a bubble around them,representing that nothing can come between them. Loving Jaemin feels like this song.

For JAEMIN would also give Holding You, Holding Me.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ CHENLE as Sesame Syrup and Crush.

Being together with Chenle can be overwhelming. For him, and to his partner too. The type of love he gives is deep,and meaningful. Crush tells about the depths and lengths of how far he's willing to go, almost becoming a toxic feeling. Sesame Syrup appears to be about a relationship between two individuals who have a strong sexual attraction towards one another. In a relationship with him, both worlds could collide easily.

𝄞⨾𓍢ִ໋ JISUNG as Starry Eyes.

Jisung, as we know, loves the stars and the universe. It's inevitable, that he falls in love with someone who has stars in their eyes. He falls deeply, and quickly, almost instantly. The song tells about the feeling of a person's captivating, and enchanting personality and appearence. The lyrics indicate that the singer feels a deep sense of loneliness without this person and that they are the only one who can make them feel complete. Jisung would write a song like this, telling about the intensity of his love, the unwavering feeling he has whenever he is with his partner.

For JISUNG would also give Dreaming Of You.

important!: this is pure fiction, the act in this story is by my imagination and not based off true events. please do not copy the work.

[empty-fantasies]

Burning

Love involving Mortefi is like a flickering flame; fueled by blazing passion and embraced by gentle affection

Character(s) Included: Mortefi

gn!reader, fluff, mindless ramblings from eden once again

It takes an attentive and mindful approach to endure the fiery passion known as Mortefi’s love.

Treading carefully at the beginning of the flaming romance, as if one wrong move would create a gust of wind and take out the flame you had oh-so-painstakingly pined after for so long. It was no easy feat to come to terms with your ever growing love for the Head of the Tacetite Weaponry Branch. Nor was it any less difficult to accept the possibility of rejection should you carelessly smother that fire by beating around the bush about your sudden awkwardness the manifested upon realization.

Patience was required when the meter approaches its limits and manifests in frequent groans of frustration and a near permanent frown. The flame, as you have learned, can easily burn you if you’re not careful with your own words. He’s a straightforward man, after all. Which was evident in his rather blunt way of confessing to you that eventful day and something that had always seemingly caught you off guard in unsuspecting moments. Would you complain about this? Not at all, contrary to your playful complaints that your heart was far too fragile for such (Mortefi would rather admit to defeat against Xiangli Yao before ever confessing openly around others that he simply adored your varied reactions).

Love, in the way that Mortefi expresses it, was all consuming. There was no lack of effort on his part. A point was made for each planned date and every little moment of exploration that no words were needed to express the everlasting devotion he had for you and only you. Determination to perfect everything despite your constant reassurances that occasional mishaps and derailed plans (due to a certain someone’s habit of sacrificing his sleep every now and then) happen. It engulfed your entire being; heart, mind, and soul. Overwhelming as it may sound, you welcomed it fully and returned just as much by fanning the flames, having quickly become accustomed to the heat long before you even realized it yourself. Much to your surprise, you too have also found yourself adopting new habits just to show as much appreciation and effort as he does.

As consuming as it is, Mortefi does have an uncharacteristic gentleness that many are not privy to picking up by mere observation alone. A comforting warmth, one that reminded you of serenity found in a cup of tea on a winter night spent in bed. You wouldn’t deny that you were a bit selfish in wanting to keep this warmth to yourself at first—desiring nothing more than to bask in the fact of knowing that only you were able to experience such without limits.

Sweet-tempered fingers would dance across your skin, taking hold of your hand in silent moments when either of you are finishing up reports. Tenderhearted words responding to your curious questions about the classical music to echoes softly every now and then. A rare pink hue dancing across his cheeks the moment any small praise falls from your lips. As the fervent flames roar of adoration, they also invoke a sense of comfort shared just between the two of you. There were no walls other than the ones that shielded this flame of love from gusty winds of doubt and weariness. To bask in such has made you realize that perhaps that selfish desire for keeping it to yourself was a wish instead to keep this flame alive—to endure all this is to come in the future.

Mortefi’s love is an ardent flame; ever-consuming in the way that he has to make it known where his heart resides. Yet, it is also a soothing warmth marked by the solace found in butterfly kisses and gentle gazes. To you, the ever curious lover of his, the heat is gladly welcomed each and every single time.

[frostfires-blog]

Módào Zǔshī Hanakotoba Analysis Part 1

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-> 1) Gentian

-> 1.1.) Gentian Flower Symbolism:

Gentian flowers (Gentiana) are called lóngdǎn (龍膽) in China. They grow in the highlands, where the air is pure, inspiring an aura of dignity and refinement. They mainly symbolise loving someone despite their grief or melancholy. However, they also represent courage, perseverance, hope, and tranquillity given that they grow tenaciously despite the challenging conditions present in the alpine places in which they occur. In Japan, gentians are called rindō (竜胆) and hold the meanings of justice, serenity and loving someone despite their grief in hanakotoba. The latter of which is said to be derived from the flower’s vivid, blue-violet colour that evokes the image of sadness. In Western floriography, gentians symbolise love, intrinsic worth, humility, sincerity, passion and devotion.

-> 1,2) Gentians In MDZS:

In the Cloud Recesses, the Gentian House, the residence of Lan Wangji's deceased mother, is named after the field of gentian flowers growing around it—“the area around this cottage was abundant with purple gentians. The flowers were dainty and delicate, and their colour was vivid and captivating, capable of ensnaring the hearts of all who wandered there. They seemed to emit a faint glow under the night’s dark sky. The sight was beautiful, like a dream, an illusion” (MXTX, v. 3, p. 179). The symbolic meanings of gentians tie in well with Lan Wangji‘s character arc and his feelings towards Wei Wuxian. Like the gentian flower, he exudes dignity, humility, serenity, and refinement. Throughout the series, he has shown his immense sincerity, devotion, and passion for his love interest. Lan Wangji suffered not only the loss of his soulmate, but also the agony of watching that person descend into darkness and sorrow while knowing there was little he could do to help. This relates to the gentian's symbolism of loving someone despite their grief and melancholy. Before Wei Wuxian's full grasp of Lan Wangji, he was often characterised as gloomy and distant—“furthermore, no matter how thoroughly Lan Wangji was praised as an unrivalled rare beauty, nothing could help the fact that he looked profoundly embittered, as if he had lost his wife!” (MXTX, v. 1, p. 73). This further ties into the gentian’s more sombre symbolism.

-> 2) Pine

-> 2,1) Pine Tree Symbolism:

Pine trees (Pinus) are known as sōng (松) in China. They are considered a symbol of evergreen sentiment and everlasting affection because of their longevity and evergreen leaves. In Japan, pines are called matsu (松) and symbolise of immortality, hope and sympathy in hanakotoba. In Western floriography, pines symbolise resilience, longevity, hope, renewal and pity.

-> 2,2) Pine Trees In MDZS:

In the novel, it is mentioned that pine trees grow in the Cloud Recesses where the Gusu Lan clan resides. Despite their seemingly cold and calm demeanour, many members of the Lan clan are noted to be very passionate and sentimental—therefore pine trees are a fitting symbol given their association with evergreen sentiment and everlasting affection. One of the clan’s many rules states that “only in the presence of your fated person, in the presence of the one your heart belongs to, can you allow yourself to be free of restraint” (MXTX, v. 2, p. 198). This rule is a prime example of the value the clan places on sentimentality. Despite many trials and tribulations, Lan Wangji’s love for Wei Wuxian remains strong and unwavering. Even thirteen years after Wei Wuxian's death, Lan Wangji's adoration persists, despite the apparent reality of never meeting again in this lifetime—“just as he always had, Lan Wangji looked at him… And forever after, his eyes could never move away from him again” (MXTX, v. 5, p. 170). This further ties into the pine tree’s symbolic meanings of resilience, longevity, renewal, evergreen sentiment, hope and everlasting affection.

-> 3) Magnolia

-> 3,1) Magnolia Symbolism:

Magnolias (Magnolia spp.) are known as mùlán (木兰) in China. They are considered to represent dignity, perseverance, and honour. Additionally, magnolias are utilised in traditional medicine and are believed to represent purity and beauty. Magnolias are also symbolic of the arrival of spring and are thought to bring good fortune and happiness. In Japan, magnolias are called mokuren (木蓮) and are associated with sustainability, persistence, sublimeness and a “love for nature” in hanakotoba. In Western floriography, magnolia flowers represent perseverance, dignity, honour, majesty, pride, and nobility.

-> 3,2) Magnolias In MDZS:

In the novel, magnolias are primarily shown growing in the Gusu Lan clan’s Cloud Recesses, especially near the library pavilion where Lan Wangji and Wei Wuxian studied in their youth—"The rustling yulan magnolia branches veiled the window and shut out the outside. But no matter how hard Lan Wangji fought it, Wei Wuxian’s spirited and boisterous laughter could not be so easily shut out” (MXTX, v. 1, p. 176). The magnolia’s symbolic associations with nobility, dignity and honour tie in well with Lan Wangji and the rest of the Lan clan’s values. MXTX has been reported as having developed Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji’s character traits in opposition to one another while keeping their core values and outlooks on life, morality and the world aligned. The magnolia’s symbolic meanings greatly exemplify this. At first glance, the tree’s symbolism of dignity, honour, persistence, majesty and nobility align greatly with young Lan Wangji’s character. However, these same traits also align well with young Wei Wuxian’s ideals along with the magnolia’s additional symbolism of happiness, pride and perseverance.

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╰┈➤ Part 2

╰┈➤ TGCF Hanakotoba Post Part 1

╰┈➤ Other Hanakotoba Posts

[Jeepers... I've been working on this on and off for months, xo I'm relieved to finally have it out... Please check out part 2 as well! Also, if you liked this post, check out my other hanakotoba analysis posts... Lastly, if I've gotten any of the kanji, romaji, hanzi or pinyin incorrect, feel free to correct me]

[aphroditelovesu]

Can I ask for Yandere love letter from Julius Caesar and Alexander the Great to a preggo reader? ❤️

Julius Caesar

My beloved (Y/N),

Words can barely express the depth of my feelings for you. From the moment our eyes met, my life has been filled with an overwhelming passion that consumes my being. Seeing you bring forth the life within you, a fruit of our love, is a testament to the beauty of life and the connection we share.

Maybe I'm a little emotional, but can you blame me?

My love, the idea of ​​you carrying our child awakens in me a protective instinct like I've never experienced before. Every beat of our baby's heart resounds in harmony with mine, creating an unbreakable bond between the three of us. I promise to take care of you and our child with all the love and dedication I have in my heart.

The mere idea of ​​someone threatening our future together is enough to incite an irrational desire to protect you at all costs. Know that although my affection may seem excessive, it is a reflection of what you represent to me: the light of my life and the foundation of my existence.

As the days turn into weeks and the womb you carry expands with the promise of a new beginning, I reaffirm my devotion to you. The future may be uncertain, but what is unquestionable is the love we share and the family we are building together. May our journey be full of love, passion and protection that only a a man in love can offer.

With all my love,

Julius Caesar.

Alexander the Great

My heart and soul,

From the moment you came into my life, my world changed irrevocably. You are the light that illuminates my darkest days and the strength that drives me to conquer even more distant horizons. Now, as you carry our heir within you, my devotion to you reaches a new height.

Every beat of your heart is a symphony that echoes in my soul, reminding me of the unbreakable love we shared. The sight of you carrying our child awakens in me a fierce desire to protect and love you at all costs. No one will dare to threaten the happiness we've built, as I'm willing to take on the whole world to make sure you're safe and loved.

I will destroy cities and slaughter everyone if it means your happiness.

My queen, every twinge of jealousy I feel is but a reflection of the love that burns within me. The thought of anyone else looking at or touching or breathing the same air as you is enough to ignite my protective instincts. Please know that all my actions are motivated by a deep desire to keep you safe and to ensure a bright future for our family.

As we await our child's arrival, I promise to be by your side, watching over you with the devotion of a lover and the determination of a leader who has dominated nations. Together, we are unstoppable, and our family will be a legend that will echo through the ages.

With everlasting love,

Alexander.