#AND A LITTLE FLOWER *weeps*

[pink-layer-cake]

[llumimoon]

pushing up daises carnations 🧡💛🩵

lately i've been a little fascinated w/ unconventional hanahaki aus abt diff types of love, so here's something based off an au of mine where Normal catches hanahaki for almost everyone he cares about all at the same time

[bad-traffic-smp-ideas]

I saw the gay life ask and got an idea: Jimmy wins this series because he and Scott were the last two and Scott sacrificed himself so Jimmy could win. Or Jimmy gets out first somehow and Scott murders everyone else in anger

W-win for the flower husband stans,,,.,

[deklo]

i’m browsing my old tumblr account and my navigation has tabs just for dylan obrien and halsey jfncjnfcj

[browntrait]

my bf just walked in the house and gave me sunflowers!???? will be crying for the next hr 🥺❤️

[balladetto]

unprompted ( sort of ) / always accepting / anonymous.

     The town is overwhelmingly alive.

     Noise from street musicians and ordinary folk alike covers the cobblestones as thoroughly as the petals beneath his boots do, bright and eagerly shared in the nameless joy of some festivity. He'd arrived in the middle of it all: while old bells were still pealing and the circle of dancers in the town square was near bursting — foreigner in how little he knew, but content to observe from afar. It's in that distance that the child tucks himself away, counting on the roar of the crowd and celebrations to deepen the shadows over an overlooked bench.

     What he believed was an overlooked bench, anyway.

Link receives a flower crown of daisies. A gift from this anon.

     The present falls against his fingers, feather-light and out of nowhere. Heart leaping and hand jerking away from the touch, he turns from the dancers he'd been watching with wide eyes, just fast enough to catch a retreating back. Laughter lingers in his ears — maybe the stranger's, maybe someone else's, but it's as cheery as everything else here and helps set his pulse at ease again.

     A pulse that stills altogether when he looks down, world tunnelling to strung greens and whites and yellows and a single, dazed thought.

     Oh.

     He lifts the garland with both hands. Something creeps up from his chest to his throat, thorns of warmth that crawl further and further until they've reached the tips of his ears. This— it's what the kids and some of the grownups are wearing around here, crowns fashioned from pretty flowers and long grasses like spring's bloomed right on their heads. Link isn't— Link isn't one of them, and yet...yet...

     It fits. Not perfectly, not like how the hat he carefully takes off does, but it fits. As he looks to a shifting sea of people and hums along to the new song that starts from somewhere in that throng, he thinks he might be smiling.

     With this ache in his cheeks, and the bigger one tightening around his heart, he must be.

[wingsandpetals]

i've had so many dreams featuring myself trying to get back to my hometown's library only to discover it's been abandoned or forever changed that i was fully convinced they tore it down but i looked it up this morning and it's still there

[makeitlookdecent]

crumble/reassurance

[brewerycknight]

Tag dump: Relationships

[jimkirkachu]

mood board for some of my Kirk headcanons (tos) 💛

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[spirifage]

Pro tip you do not get special accolades and prizes for going to work in black jeans every day in the blazing heat and sun. You get sweaty

[littlestarxmilkyway]

I'll randomly remember that I secured them both and just get so excited.

[suguru-getos]

࿐ husband neuvillette headcanons (f!reader) ࿐

neuvillette, the most respected man in the nation of hydro, more than their archon focalors. he commands respect wherever he goes, his aura still polite, ever so approachable. however, the power of his position cowers people. they are often rendered scared to approach him, some of them literally profusely sweating around his nimble aura.

you, were his wife now, his significant other. someone he cherished more than life itself & someone who made you feel safe, heard, protected. it was said that he was the most sought out bachelor in fontaine before he left his heart for you one day. “break it or keep it. it isn’t mine anymore.” is what he said, when he proposed you. oh the words ring into your ear like the finest melodies till date.

the steambird/ the media was eager to cover everything about the wedding; but to their surprise— neuvillette took you outside fontaine. the city of freedom — monstadt is where you two tied the knot in the presence of a certain, melodious and a high alcohol simp bard.

truth be told, once you were married. there were people who forced false allegations on you. how you manipulated the chief justice into falling in love with you. how you are fake and you act in accordance to his liking to be loved by him. some people even tried to forge false cases against you. all of which— deeply entertained furina. thankfully, neuvillette was never someone to pay attention to any of these things. at one time, he himself fought for you in a false trial. you couldn’t be more thankful.

rains— the legend of hydro dragon weeping causing the rains was famous throughout the country of fontaine. one day, when neuvillette came home a little early, looking distressed, you noticed a harsh, unforgiving thunderstorm drenching the country. you walked towards the terrace, looking up and gently, soothingly whispering. “oh- hydro dragon. please don’t cry.” the rain… lessened. it was as if the intensity had been lessened.

it wasn’t more time until neuvillette confessed to you about him being a hydro dragon. ever since then, whenever there had been rains in fontaine, you make sure to find your beloved husband and hug him tightly, kiss his forehead and tell him everything will be alright. it breaks you apart seeing him like this after all.

sometimes when he comes back home, he always brings your favorite flowers, maybe your favorite desserts, along with a beaming smile only you have seen. people who are aquainted to you often ask if neuvillette being the chief justice and being the most powerful man in fontaine makes your married life difficult. truth is.. it could never. they just haven’t had any access to the good that your beloved dragon holds.

things do get riff-raffy when furina acts a little too childish around him. he pays no attention to her self-centered, self-absorbed behavior but it pinches you how she bothers him for every little thing. once, there was a celebratory banquet held for the same and your displeased face told neuvillette in that very instant — how you’d like the archon to ‘behave’ around your husband. he has been extra careful ever since. <3

your husband might look stern, but he is a soft man. you have witnessed this first hand with how respectfully and tenderly he treats you. on the bad days of your period, the chief justice is nothing but a doting husband for his wifey. you can always be snuggled up to him and cry, or just spend time.

he is a HUGE cuddle bug. would love to destress off work by wrapping his big arms around you and peppering your face with tender kisses. he smells amazing too! always making you feel warm and fuzzy inside.

[dykeredhood]

Pretty sure I’m some modicum of stone considering the difference between my wild sexual fantasies vs. what I want a real flesh and blood person to actually do to me

[yandere-romanticaa]

An idea that I really like is Ratio falling for someone who is his complete and total opposite in every way imaginable.

He is the kind of person that operates on pure cold logic and facts. He believes in what he sees in front of him with his own two eyes and yes, while it may be fascinating, perhaps even a little entertaining, to philosophize about various unimaginable concepts they are all indeed just that.

Concepts. Ideas. Things made up from the bottom of the bored human psyche.

Veritas Ratio is a man who is able to grasp many, dare he say, possibly every concept he has ever encountered. He loves a challenge but hardly anything is challenging to him because he is such a genius. He devours books that are over a thousand pages long, the most complicated equations of any science are finished by his hand with such ease that many people might mistake him for a machine rather than a man of flesh and blood.

That's what makes it so fun to see him fall for an airhead. A person who probably doesn't care, or doesn't have the mental capacity to care about such things. This person would rather spend their days dallying away, picking flowers, baking, just doing things that are so mundane and plain (to him). If they do decide to read, it is some trashy romance model, maybe even just straight up written porn if they're just that shameless.

And this is the person who has Ratio grabbing his head in frustration.

He's shaking with anger in his room, golden eyes wobbly as he watches you walk up and down the space ship. You got lost, again. How much of an imbecile are you? Do you truly need someone to guide you through everything? With a huff, the scientist grabs his head made of plaster and makes his exist. He puts the mask on and in no time finds you, all lost in the hallways. You hear his upcoming footsteps before you see him and once you turn around, you are greeted with that bizarre mask you've grown so accustomed to.

You greet the man cheerfully, to which he just huffs. With his arms crossed, Ratio gives you a long and detailed lesson on how you ought to be more careful and aware of your surroundings, that this kind of behavior will not be tolerated. You are not a child and should stop acting like one.

Tears swell in your eyes but none are shed as the two of you turn back, him being a few steps ahead of you. Two pairs of footprints sound incredibly loud in this long and dark corridor. Veritas hears you quietly weeping and he feels the slight inkling of guilt pulling his heartstrings.

... Perhaps he was a smidge too harsh with you.

You are a clueless creature, sure. But maybe, he sometimes reveled in that fact. It was wrong and he would never admit it out loud but his heart whispered it clearly to him - you like this.

Veritas watched you carefully through the reflection of the window, the plaster head concealing the expression on his face. With your lips in a full pout and eyes watery like fresh morning dew, he couldn't help but to be just slightly charmed.

He scoffed to himself as he pressed onwards. He figured he had better standards for himself but that was not the case, clearly.

And just like that, he had escorted you back to your room. He could hear you mumble out a quiet thank you, which he acknowledged with a polite nod with his head.

He's not that cruel. Or rude for that matter!

With the situation now swiftly dealt with, Ratio figured it was high time he went back to his studies. He has already wasted far too much precious time on this, he isn't even sure when he'll finish that -

His train of thought is broken when he feels a pair of arms gently embrace him from behind, the warmth welcoming and dare he say sweet.

Veritas stilled, his body like the statue which some saw him to be. You still could not see his face but his anger could still be felt.

"Just what do you think you are doing?" he spat at you, his tone cold but venomous.

He felt your face being pressed against his broad back, fat tears caking his fine clothing. Just as he was about to pry your hands off him, he heard you finally speak:

"Thank you for helping me. Really..."

Your tone was soft and remorseful. You did not want to disturb him but despite that, you did just that. He was willing to accept your apology and have this situation be over with but what you said next simply knocked all of the air out of his lungs.

"You see, I... I wasn't sure how I could get your attention. I just wanted you to notice me, to talk to me..."

.... Goodness.

He was used to people trying to get his attention but to act like such a pathetic damsel in distress was new. He had to give you credit for your creativity, at the very least.

"I want to be your friend. I also want you to teach me all sorts of things-"

Ratio stopped listening to you mid sentence, his mind running hundreds of laps in thought. Perhaps you weren't the idiot he saw you as. Your little ploy worked, clearly. And if he took you under his wing, who knew what would become of you.

He could turn you into a diamond with his own two hands.

It was embarrassing just how giddy the thought made him.

The shadows of curiosity and some other emotions took over his mind as he analyzed the situation. There really was no harm in taking you all for himself.

Besides, if you were capable of this deceitful plan, who knew what else you could do?

He was eager to find out.

[luthienne]

sorry i didn’t respond to your text right away. i was weeping at the sight of impossibly little white flowers scattered like stars in the desert brush