#Flors Collection

[another-fantasy-world]

guess who's back

here's a sneak peek of an upcoming fic :0

Alma woke up

Or at least she thought she did

Her sharp eyes opened only to be met by darkness, normally her eyes would be able to pick up even the tiniest of details even in the dark, but she seemed to be truly blind. Pair that with the lack of noises, it seemed she has gone deaf as well

Where was she? Where are the children? Did they get attacked in their slumber?

A chuckle broke the silence

"You are an excellent Ymbryne if you can still think of your children despite your sensory deprivation." A husky voice murmured softly in her right ear, sending shivers down the headmistress' spine, the feeling of familiarity unsettles her even more

"Who are you?" she demands, her voice stern despite its raspiness

"You're asking all the wrong questions little bird~" the voice sang out, teasing

Alma let out an indignant huff as her jaw clenched, truly annoyed by the voice's antics

"I have been called by many names, demon, ghost, sorceress, witch, devil, angel, bastard, bitch, property- ahem, pardon me. You may simply just call me Y/N" You finally introduced yourself, stepping into Alma's line of sight, the darkness seemed to wrap around you, bending to your will.

"As for the matter of where… you accidentally got into my... dimension? I guess you can call it that. I am sure you are aware of parallel dimensions, given that you have theories regarding that subject in your library. Your body is still lying asleep on your bed... I think it may be better if you could see what I mean." You explained as you waved the darkness away, revealing the familiar interior of her home.

The only difference is that it seemed familiar, yet so different. This specific room was non-existent. She doesn't remember your room.

"Here." You waved your hand yet again making a mirror appear out of thin air. 

Alma took a peek and what she saw made her gasp lightly, her eyes widened a bit. Standing, or rather, laying in front of her is...her, still clad in her nightwear, softly...snoring?

"I snore?" She mumbled, seemingly offended

"They are very cute snores." You smiled, only to be met with a sharp glare

“I am merely stating facts, my dear.” You chuckled, falling backward into your bed as you stare at the ceiling.

“How long have you been here?” She finally asks after a few moments of silence

“Hmm… Ever since I was a kid. I grew up here. I don’t know how I got here when I was younger, and why I could practically see through every mirror in this place and witness different people living their lives. That was until I saw…well, you, to be precise. I learned all about loops and peculiars because of you.” You grinned up at her

“How so? I have never seen you anywhere, and my memory seldom fails me.” She crosses her legs, hands cupping her pockets only to find them empty

“Reflective surfaces. I can see through all of them which is why I was able to attend your classes back when you were still in the academy.” You chuckled, pulling the drawer open to get a pipe and a lighter

“That’s your favourite tobacco brand… the one that you grow yourself.” You sheepishly offered her the objects that are in your hands. 

She looked perplexed but still grabbed the items in your hand, put the pipe to her mouth, and lit it up as she inhaled long and deep.

“Everything that happens in the real world, happens here…” You started, answering her unasked question.

“It just so happens that there’s no one here other than me. Like a dimension just for me. I can travel anywhere in the blink of an eye, I can eat anything I’d like, I can even vandalise walls and statues with no reprimand from anyone whatsoever. Everything goes back to the way it originally was in a few hours. It has been incredibly lonely in the past 5 years or so, seeing as I have explored every inch of this world. Money doesn’t hold any significance here, however, I sure have a lot of it. Some hidden deep underground in an old creaky chest, and some…” You pulled out a thick bundle of cash from my pocket and placed it inside the drawer in her parallel room as you called it

“Some appear out of thin air.” You chuckled, “I would be the richest person alive, if I was there.” 

“Will that appear inside my drawer as well?” She asked, curiously looking at you

“I do not know as I have never been able to appear, or materialize on the reflective surfaces I watch on. I have never interacted with anyone other than you, Miss Peregrine.”  You sheepishly answered, coughing lightly at the smoke that filled your room.

“How does time work?” She asks next, crossing her legs as she feels the fabric of your bedsheets and scrunching her face slightly as if familiar with the way it feels. 

“I honestly don’t know. I use your clocks as well.” You answered her. “There was this one time however when a rather suspicious man was following Olive, I thought that I wanted to smack the ever living shit out of him so when he came close to the newly waxed floors of the Mayor’s manor, I just reached out and pulled him to the ground. Since then, I’ve been trying to reach out but nothing ever worked.” You explained to her, not mentioning the fact that Miss Peregrine was slowly fading

Miss Peregrine on the other hand is starting to feel a headache coming on for she remembers the day Olive told her a story exactly like that. Having sent Olive on an errand, she told Miss Peregrine that she felt followed by a drunkard but he fell on his face, thus allowing her to slip into the crowd and arrived home safely. Before she could even open her mouth to ask more questions and talk to this mysterious and slightly unsettling peculiar, she woke up with a gasp. 

“Right on time.”

[kirbyfigure]

Stamps!

[mrprettywhenhecries]

@super-unpredictable98 sent me this and said she'd finally found an unflattering photo of Dacre

idk what she's talking about, man's still fine af

[puckeffideb]

Todo es carne y flor, solo carne y flor.

[la-florecita]

im so behind on my fics 🙃

[heredera264]

Despertaba tranquilamente está mañana, todo iniciaba bien este año, ya no había problemas por resolver, me deshice de personas que me hicieron daño, apenas ayer salí de viaje, si la vida es buena...hasta que mire por la ventana algo había en la entrada, levanté y abrí valla sorpresa había flor morada y un cactus en una pequeña maceta, la cuál decía

"La triste km"

No era la primera vez que pasaba, ya tenía demasiados cactus pues estos no mueren con facilidad, pero estás flores solo duran un poquito y ya, si estaba pasando de nuevo, otra pobre alma confundida, no se a dado cuenta que su jardinero la está marchitando y realmente a mí no me importa, me encanta ver cómo con su inocencia intenta plagar mi jardín cuando ya se cómo actuar.

Es más fácil ignorar lo sucedido y esperar lo predecible, como carajos les lavas el cerebro para que me ataquen por ti, patético.

Coloqué aquella maceta cerca del sol y piedras, si llueve se regara y si no ambos se marchitaran, tengo otras más hermosas que merecen mi amor.

Encendí un insienso, prepare un té el espectáculo está por comenzar, ojalá cambie el libreto, sería divertido.

Hijaheredera

[septemberkisses]

On Mothers and Pain - Collected Works #1

— her pain was mine, but mine not hers.

Excerpts from-

Autumn Sonata by Ingmar Bergman • On Earth We're Briefly Gorgeous by Ocean Vuong • Letter to my Rage: An Evolution by Lidia Yuknavitch • honeytuesday • sixisockets • La Flor de Lis by Elena Poniatowska • The Unbearable Lightness of Being by Milan Kundera • The Unfinished World and Other Stories by Amber Sparks • A Mother's Hate by Sam Gordon • Salt by Nayyirah Waheed

[moon-simmers]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH

As every year this is a good date to remember the daily struggle for the rights of the LBGT+ community. It is also a time to learn about the people who made it possible for us to identify ourselves as who we are today without fear of reprisals or being punished by the law. This month I got involved in the history of Argentina and its different movements for the fight for rights through the 20th century. Here I come to share some important figures, some more known than others, but obviously there are a lot that I have left out of this publication.

Sara Facio (1932-2024) & Maria Elena Walsh (1930-2011)

A couple of intellectual artists that would need a separate publication to go deeper into the subject. Sara is one of the greatest Latin American photographers who with her camera contributed to the creation of the most outstanding photographic heritage of the country. Maria Elena is a writer, singer and composer whose children's songs resonate to this day because they are much more profound than they seem and are still relevant today.

Salvadora Medina Onrubia (1894-1972)

She was a writer, militant anarchist, single mother and the first woman to run a newspaper in the country. She was the first Argentinean woman to dare to write about double sinners, lesbians and adulteresses. One of her most valued plays was Las descentradas, premiered in 1929. There, Salvadora honors her own contradictions, narrating women who question monogamous structures, marriage and the traditional family.

Malva Solis (1920-2015)

She was a transvestite writer who lived for 95 years when the life expectancy of this community in the country was under 40 years old. In 1951 founded the first trans organization on record, Maricas Unidas Argentinas. She has the oldest series of trans photographs in the country, dating from 1940 to 1980, when simply having those photographs at home was cause for being arrested. There is a documentary based on the photographs and conversations with her at her home called "Con Nombre de flor".

Jorge Horacio Ballve Piñero (1920-?)

Piñero was a young man from a well-to-do family of the Buenos Aires society at the beginning of the century. Together with his best friend Adolfo and Blanca, he organized gatherings in his apartment in Recoleta, and was a pioneer of male erotic photography. They mixed the privileged social class with workers, dishwashers, gas station workers, sailors and cadets from the Military College. These three characters were involved in a police case involving cadets from the military college, known as the Cadet Scandal. In the police archives remain captive the photographic collection, intended for pleasure and personal aesthetic enjoyment that tragically proved key to incriminate some friends who just wanted to have fun.

Ruth Mary Kelly (1925-1994)

She was a bisexual woman, who worked as a "Wohoo Worker". Founder of Grupo Safo in 1972, the first Argentine lesbian organization, and of the Frente de Liberación Homosexual (Homosexual Liberation Front). In 1972 she wrote Memorial de los Infiernos about her experiences as a "Wohoo" worker and bisexual, persecuted by the psychiatric-prison system.

Manuel Puig (1932-1990)

He was an Argentine writer and LGBT+ activist, author of the novels Boquitas pintadas, El beso de la mujer araña (Considered one of the most recognized LGBT works in Latin America and one of the best works in Spanish of the 20th century) etc. He also fought against authoritarianism and machismo, and was one of the founders of the Homosexual Liberation Front in 1971, one of the first associations for the defense of LGBTQI+ rights.

Mariela Muñoz (1943-2017)

She was the first transsexual woman to be recognized by the state and given a female ID card on May 2, 1997. At the age of 16 she became independent, and it was then that she began caring for children, teenagers and single mothers. She cared for children who had been abandoned by their mothers, whom she loved and cared for. She raised, during her lifetime, 23 children and 30 grandchildren. In a dispute over the guardianship of 3 children in 1993, Argentina was confronted for the first time with the debate as to whether a transsexual person "could be a mother"

Carlos Jauregui (1957-1996) & Raul Soria

Carlos was a History professor and the founder of the Civil Association Gays for Civil Rights, organizer of the first Pride march in Buenos Aires and an essential figure for Argentine activism. In 1984, he broke with the schemes by appearing in the magazine Siete Días embracing the activist Raul Soria, a homosexual person assumed his sexuality in a public way for the first time. He believed that media visibility is fundamental for LGTB people. Leaving aside the fear and silence that other generations suffered for years. In 1985, Raul would present himself as the first gay candidate for congressman in the country.

Roberto Jauregui (1960-1994)

Brother of Carlos, was a journalist, actor and the first activist for the rights of people with HIV in the country. In 1989 he exposed the inequality in access to treatment at that time due to the price of medication. He played a central role in marches, actions, talks and interviews to demand human rights for people living with the virus. A well-known phrase of his is "Showing one's face is not easy in a society that discriminates, censures and separates".

Cris Miró (1965-1999)

Cris was the first visible trans people that appeared in the media and broke with the "transvestite" paradigm. A dental student, she got involved in the artistic underworld and later studied classical dance, musical comedy and acting. Her career was meteoric: the popularity of revue theater catapulted her to the small screen where she became a sought-after figure in the most popular programs. On June 23rd, a series about his life inspired by his biography was released, available on Prime Video.

Alejandro Vannelli (1948-) y Ernesto Larresse (1950-)

They were the first couple in the province of Buenos Aires to get legally married on July 30, 2010 after the Equal Marriage Law was passed. They met in 1976 because of a triple A bomb in the theater where Larresse was performing with Nacha Guevara, then he joined the cast of Vannelli. At the beginning they did not like each other because of Vanelli's appearance as a wealthy young man and Larresse was the opposite, but opposites attracted and they were a couple for 34 years.

Norma Castillo (1943-) y Ramona "Cachita" Arévalo (1943-2018)

They were the of South America's first gay marriage on April 9, 2010. Norma and Ramona were married to two Colombians, who were cousins to each other. During the dictatorship they both went into exile in Colombia and there they fell in love and lived their romance clandestinely, until Cachita separated and Norma was widowed by her husband. They lived their love freely and even opened an LGBT discotheque in Colombia. In 1998 they returned to Argentina and began to work in sexual diversity organizations.

Feliciano Centurión 1962-1996)

He was a visual artist, a Paraguayan painter professionally trained in Argentina. He grew up in a home dominated by women, where he learned to sew and crochet. Inspired by queer aesthetics and folk art, he used to incorporate household textiles and references to the natural world. She handled kitsch art and languages not considered high art with a great deal of knowledge and sensitivity.

Humberto Tortonese (1964-) , Alejandro Urdapilleta (1954-2013) & Batato Barea (1961-1991)

Batato was an actor and "literary transvestite clown" as he called himself, one of the most important personalities of the underground theater movement of the post-dictatorship years. Together with Alejandro Urdapilleta and Humberto Tortonese, revolutionized the underground scene of the 80's - in places like the Parakultural. They disguised themselves, wore make-up and improvised delirious and strident scenes for the decade.

Sandra Mihanovich & Celeste Carballo

Sandra and Celeste are two singers who were visibly lesbians during the 80s and early 90s. Together they released the albums "Somos mucho mas que dos" and "Mujer contra mujer" which became a symbol of belonging for the whole LGBTQ arc in our country. They managed to be part of the rock scene, an area historically dominated by men. Sandra among all her songs is "Soy lo que soy" released in 1984 composed by Henry Jerman.

[dreamgrlarchive]

A Prissy Girl’s Guide to Spring

since i won’t be active on tumblr when next spring comes around, and i’ve done 3/4 seasons, i felt it was appropriate to go ahead and finish the series! if you find yourself inspired by my aesthetic/looks, you can absolutely use this as a guide for the next primavera season! 🐇

what’s the look this spring?

my personal forecast for fashion spring ‘24 is “pink pilates bimbo” for sure. the renewal of spring is the time for a wellness reset. so i’ll be engaging in a physical activity but i’ll still be in barbie attire. pink athleisure pieces with super girly additions is my predicted aesthetic. 🎀

first and foremost…

let’s talk about what spring symbolizes: renewal, cleansing, and restarting. that makes itself apparent in the seasons colors; the darkness of winter transitions to the soft pastels of spring.

preparation

start spring cleaning and prepping for seasonal allergies. stock up on in season fruits to keep in the house. take up outside activities like biking, outdoor yoga, and jogging. buy new fragrances. prep your skin and hair for the overtime humidity.

essentials

pretty umbrella

allergy meds/quarterly check up

new water bottle/tumbler

fresh and clean candles + home fragrances

matcha and jade citrus tea

humidifier

neti pot

clothes and accessories

pink athleisure. the lululemon strawberry milkshake jacket is a must! (or a dupe if you’re on budget)

foldover yoga pants

bedazzled pieces

pastel colored pieces

cute mini bags

victoria’s secret totes

tennis skirts

sheer + lacey tops

florals for spring? groundbreaking.

glitter + sequins

satin dresses

lace up sandals

hunter boots

coach baguettes

victoria’s secret co-ords, leggings and sweaters

ballet flats

ugg slippers + fluff sandals

cute gym shoes with pink/sparkly details

lace up pieces

baby blue is a staple color for spring

ruffle trims

warm materials + revealing cuts

“pastry princess” looks inspired by sweets and dessertz

cropped baby tees

stripper heelz

diamond jewelry

body jewelry + belly chainz

sparkly hair clips and headbands

butterfly aesthetics

ribbons and bows

ostrich feathers

sparkly keychains and wristlets

bodysuits + heels combo

statement jewelry like hello kitty, fruit or desserts

beauty

pretty eye pigments (try mac, huda or iconic london)

vibrant pinks

warm bronzer

glitter gloss

translucent glosses in pink and orange

charlotte tilbury flawless filter

nars super orgasm blush

morphe 8r complexion palette

morphe nikita palette

natasha denona diamond & glow (favvv)

a bunch of clear glosses

fenty diamond bomb

fenty fussy gloss bomb

urban decay moondust shadows

cake beauty products

joseon spf 50

bright and/or floral fragrances (gucci flora gorgeous gardenia, jimmy choo illicit flower, carolina herrera good girl blush, juliette has a gun collection, yves saint laurent mon paris intensement, marc jacobs daisy fragrances)

victoria’s secret love spell + warm and cozy + la crème fragrances

sol de janeiro body mists

body shimmer (fenty beauty or bath and body works)

sweet body butters

sol de janeiro beija flor

exfoliating gloves

juicy sheet masks

cetaphil moisturizing cream

native candy shop collection

victoria’s secret tease + eau so sexy

5 blade razors and post shave oil

cute mirrors to keep in my purses

glitter nails

lavenders and pinks

protein treatments for moisture overload

[semioticapocalypse]

Flor Garduño. Melancolía. USA. 2018

I Am Collective Memories   •    Follow me, — says Visual Ratatosk

[katsurinssims]

Moga collection in Afterglow

Chorus Girl Curl converted by Trapping and fixed by Rented-space, PF-EF, one family of Afterglow naturals binned in one package, 4458 poly. Download

Cloche and Curl converted by Trapping and fixed by Rented-space, PF-EF, original alpha and bangless alpha edit, one family each of Afterglow naturals binned in one package each, 3500 poly. Download

Digitalskinz AF003, TF-EF, one family of Afterglow naturals binned in one package, 922 poly. Download

Flor de Fuego converted by Bunhead, PF-EF, one family of Afterglow naturals binned in one package, 2366 poly. Download

Lidiqnata Lorna Jazz, CF-EF, one family of Afterglow naturals binned in one package, 1818 poly. Download

For some reason I had a sudden urge to make some Moga- Japanese 'modern girls' from the period after WW1- possibly because I've been looking at a lot of Kimono Hime scans recently, and definatley after seeing this photo! Here's a small collection of hairs with the style in mind. For cloche and curl, I made a second version with the bangs alpha edited out, which is included in the same zip. For the Lorna hat, I made a texture with a simple wrap style design. All the hats are in a variety of Aelia colours. The clip on AF003 is a tortoiseshell design (the original version was just plain black), but it's so small I don't know how noticeable it is, aha. Everything is in the original Afterglow naturals family only, packaged by family, with meshes included in the zips and everything compressorized.

Credits: EAxis, Trapping, Rented-space, Digitalskinz, Bunhead and Lidiqnata for the meshes, Antoninko for the afterglow textures and actions! check @the-afterglow-archive for more Afterglow ₊˚⊹♡

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[bairdthereader]

Charlie Spring, An Appreciation: Part 3, Cool

Charles Francis Spring is epically cool, and no, I won't be taking questions. Yes, Nick is undeniably awesome, and he's popular, and he's the rugby king, but Charlie is by no means outclassed here. It's even stated (by some of the rugby lads, no less) in the first comic that Charlie is generally liked wherever he goes and fits in with everyone. So let's take a stroll through the many ways Charlie embodies cool--all, it must be noted, while being his authentic self.

We'll go for the obvious first: our guy plays the drums, which has been synonymous with coolness basically since time began. And Nick agrees, so there's no point denying it. [Side note: I really wish we got to see more of Charlie playing for fun in the show. Other than when he's trying to teach Nick to play and preparing for the spring concert, we only see him play when he's upset about something. And only once in S2, which is criminal. Can't wait for that festival gig in S3.]

If musical talent isn't enough, we've got Charlie's academic prowess. Sure, this could class him as a "nerd," but really, I think we all know this just means he's all-around brilliant. Not to mention that he's maintained his high academic standards (with the exception of that history coursework, and who could blame him) throughout some really challenging life experiences. I mean, look at Nick's I-know-the-answer-to-this-question-because-my-super-smart-boyfriend-helped-me-revise face. That's all you need to know.

It's well established that Charlie is a "super fast" runner, so he also has physical accomplishments we can add to the list. But let's talk about rugby, because as we all know, this is not something that comes naturally or easily to Charlie. And yet. He attacks it, learns it, and ultimately succeeds. Will he ever be a rugby king? No, but the fact that he manages to go from a complete novice to a competent, productive part of the team reveals yet another facet of his determination and tenacity. And I challenge anyone who doubts Charlie to watch this little moment (with Flor's pitch-perfect "Heart" playing in the background) and still think this boy can't do anything he sets his mind to.

Charlie may not be the rugby king, but he is indisputably the Mario Kart king. Honestly not sure why anyone bothers challenging him anymore. That throne cannot be toppled. 👑

Charlie has a lot more self confidence than I think he's usually given credit for. He has periods of doubt, of course, but who doesn't? I love seeing these moments where his confidence is on display, whether they're big, consequential moments or quiet ones, because it shows that his past trauma hasn't completely overruled his sense of self. He knows his worth, and his strength, even if he occasionally forgets. Charlie is as strong as they come.

Let us not overlook the fact that Charlie Spring is a huge, unapologetic (and very successful) flirt. And, I'd venture to argue, a little bit more of a smooth operator than even Nick. Even though he occasionally second-guesses himself, these flirty shenanigans reveal that Charlie has a core of confidence both in Nick's reciprocation of Charlie's feelings, but also in himself and his own desirability.

But really, all we needed to see to know Charlie is cool is this: epic jumper collection, ripped black skinny jeans, raglans, Nick's hoodies, plaids...

And this:

Your honor, I rest my case.

[skybristle]

BENDING HORIZONS IS DONE!

my local group is done!!! short descriptions r below cut!!!! im so so excited guys omg. please ask abt them [also pls rb this took ages and im rlly proud of them!] toyhouse link here that also has full individual images!!! point out ur faves! im so excited to present them to you all [please like them please like them please l- /lh]

without further ado, here we go! in seniority [and image] order

Plunging Flows of Ash [PFA] - he/him [woman!!] He’s definitely winning his senior of the cycle award! He’s been pretty depressed and poorly functioning from the jump, but would often rely on his partner, Sparks, for help and support. When she’s in her darkest hour, and his privileges as senior are needed, he consistently fails to deliver despite her constant aid in return… and after the mass ascension, he just falls off the face of the earth, sleeping through his own depression even as his dysfunctional group desperately needs him. The catalyst for everything- as he fractured his group in two with his actions and fails to rise to their needs, and he has a chronic inability to accept his own wrongdoings and the fact things have changed. Associated Slugcat: The Colorburst Countless Swirling Sparks [CSS] - she/any Well known among iterators for her many, many methods of iteration and other inventions, Sparks was built with an unusually large [and haphazard] structure that she uses to its full advantage. Always with countless screens pulled up around her, always on some project, eating up her own escapism. She was failed by her creators long ago, but is so desperate to see her fellow iterators happy she keeps pushing on. In lieu of Ash, she has risen to a faux senior status - though lacking any powers to enforce her position. Only about half of the group [Ochre, Chimes, and Aurora] answer to her with any respect of authority- she has not been able to reach the others. Her resentment for her situation with her former lover is festering, and may explode violently once things go awry… Associated Slugcat: The Brainiac

Erupting Maw [EM] - she/her She’s fucking crazy!!! Worshiped as a god by her colony, she has not coped with their loss well. Originally seeking to replace the void left by their departure, she created purposed organisms to inhabit her city and later her can… but watching them rip eachother apart was simply so much more cathartic. She has full control! Her ego and disdain for other iterators as lowly in comparison only grows. Over the cycles, her can has become notorious for having some of the most deadly creatures. She’s an expert of bioengineering… but is the danger in seeking her aid worth it? Associated Slugcat: The Gladiator

Budding Ochre Opportunities [BOO] - she/flor Based on solarpunk aesthetics, flors city and can truly is a delight! With a colony full of roof gardens and brilliant colors, she herself has taken to turning her puppet chamber into a garden. Kind and compassionate, though cutting and assertive, she has made peace with her situation as an iterator and is just trying to live a good life. As flor adds to flors collection, she doesn’t consider any of it may posit a danger to her structure. But she would be at peace with that, too, if it were to occur. The only question is if those who care about her, such as her dearest Chimes, would be. Associated Slugcat: The Recon

Resonant Chimes [RC] - he/him He’s really just chilling, hanging out. No secret problems here, no deep-seated depression over the loss of his colony that he hangs onto, no karma flowers being poured into his puppet coolant just to feel something, none of that! Collecting music, friends with slugcats and scavs alike, having a good time. He’s surprisingly intelligent and has his morals more sorted than just about anyone here, but he’s held back by general apathy and his losses. Maybe, so many cycles detached from their creators, he won’t have to worry about losing anyone again. As long as he drinks the tea, he doesn’t have to think about it, and can pull himself closer to those below who left him. Associated Slugcat: The Gardener

Reaching for Caged Starlight [RCS] - she/it/ast Frustrated endlessly, as most iterators are, by being locked in a box, she’s determined to put an end to this. Not by ascension, though. She’s determined to free them from their cans- allow an escape from this maze. Ast wants to remove the puppet from the umbilical, in a manner where they don’t lose themself completely. Much easier said than done! Its undoing, however, is its cautious and methodical nature. She is too light on her feet to simply dare and cut the wire, let alone having the experience to snap the mechanical arm entrapping her. But, she has all the time in the world, and she will one day see the stars they made her mocking name after. They’ll all see. Ast will get there, by any cost necessary, even if her fellow iterators are disposable to this goal. Associated Slugcat: The Seamstress

A Glittering Aurora [AGA] - she/he Need some gossip? He’s your guy, all right! She burns her endless time away on global chats, basking in the amusement and the knowledge. A bit of a nuisance to her own local group, as she simply can not keep a secret, but… what happens when technology degrades, the message board is silent, he no longer can block out his circumstances,,, and the drama reaches a bit too close to home? Associated Slugcat: The Copycat Wandering Whispers [WW] - they/them A very quiet, lonely iterator, Whispers strays to themself. Only allowed to speak to their fellow iterators for shipments, or, occasionally, their senior for guidance, there were few connections for them besides to the one who vanished off the face of the earth. With their personality thoroughly destroyed by the iron fist of their colony, they simply… quietly observe. But they may hear something they’re not supposed to, and, desperate for a replacement for their mentor, lead themself astray. The road to hell is paved with good intentions, and they will glimpse the void in the end and take the plunge. Associated Slugcat: The Mercy

[heartofwritiing]

jack russell unable to control himself from smelling you

idc how or why just pls make it happen

Your scent

paring: Jack Russell x fem!reader

a/n: So many jack requests! im so happy you all want me to write for him! bare with me though i’m still trying to figure out how to write him since he’s kinda a new character and he only has so much screen time to go off of! also its crazy how we all collectively were like omg yes during that scene… buy me a coffee

warning(s): just short, jack being kinda cuddly, werewolf smelling lol, and fluffy!! unedited!

Jack had stoped in his tracks when his nose caught smell of something nearby. It was sweet and filled his lungs with a smoothness when he inhaled again.

It was coming from his bedroom. He wanders to the door and opens it to see you sitting on the armchair, curled up with a book as the rain falls down the window. He admires you for a moment, looking so comfortable and at peace in your own little world. Then he realizes the sweet smell is coming from over where you are.

Jack moves closer until he’s standing over you and you’re so caught up in your book that you’re startled when you feel his presence come up behind you. You look up at him frowning as he leans down to you.

“Jack?” you say.

When he reaches you close enough that his nose is touching the top of your head he inhales. You were used to this especially the days following his transformation. The wolf would still linger in his human form after a full moon phase, and sometimes it would show. Like you would catch little things he’d do; scratching behind his ears in a dog like manner, or in this case smelling you like a scratch n sniff and being a needy and cuddly. You thought it was cute.

He continues to sniff through your hair frantically so you say his name again.

“Did you change your shampoo?” he asks.

“Yes, why? do you not like it?” you shift in your seat to face him. If the smell bothered him too much due to his heightened senses or he didn’t like it because of the scent then you would have to find some other type. He immediately sensed your uneasiness.

“No, no, it’s lovely.” he expresses kneeling down to sit on his knees so he could meet your eye level. “I actually, really like it.” he confesses shyly.

You grin up at him the worry flowing away from you and giggle. Oh thank havens it doesn’t bother him. “you do?” He nods.

“It’s very nice, what is the scent I can’t quite place it.” He tilts his head to place a kiss on your forehead but not before smelling your hairline again. You giggle again at the absurdity of all this.

“It’s lavender,”

You feel his lips hum against your skin in delight. Your book is long forgotten as you let Jack pamper you with kisses. It was a little strange having your boyfriend smell you, but it made him happy and calmed his inner wolf so it didn’t matter to you.

“wait, there's something else,” he moves further down to your neck and moves your hair out of the way with a quick brush of his hand. His hot breath fans against the nape of your neck, and he inhales the fragrance there.

“Is it honey?”

“mhm, and oat.” you tell him.

“I apologize if this is strange mi querida…” he looks down awkwardly as he pulls back from your body. You knew Jack could be insecure about these things, after all it really wasn’t his fault. it was just his way of remembering you as well. You reach your hand up to cup his cheek and persuade him to look back at you.

“It isn’t strange, I wouldn’t be here If I couldn’t handle you smelling me.” you assure. as you speak your hand drifts behind his head to pet his hair in a comforting manner. He relaxes. “I know you can’t help the urges sometimes.”

He smiles at you affectionately and you can see his love for you in just a simple gaze and it makes your heart beat quicker.

“What did I do to deserve you my flor,”

Suddenly Jack is scooping you in his arms and carrying you bridle style all while you’re laughing. He lays you down into the covers on his bed and slides in next to you.

“My Flower?” you lift an eyebrow when you both settle into bed.

“It is fitting, no?” he pulls you closer to his chest. “because you’re like my own flower.” He sighs into your collarbone and you both lay there in bed enjoying each other’s presence.

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Hello! I was wondering if you'd be willing to do an ID pack for us :D if it's too hard, then maybe an ID pack around heaven / divine, roses, and that feel elegant - The Lovers

System Names: The Poets. The Rose Covered Angels. The Divine Thorns. The Holy Roses. The Rising Roses. The Blooms. The Rose Collective. The Thorned System.

Names: Rosie. Rosamund. Briar. Rosemarie. Roisin. Belladonna. Astrid. Casey. Ibara. Thorne. Alouette. Cosette. Romeo. Acacia. Bryony. Sparrow. Winter.

Pronouns: Ethe/Ethereals. Rose/Roses. Love/Loves. Divi/Divines. Wing/Wings. Ange/Angels. Ser/Seraphs. Halo/Halos. Dei/Deities. Grace/Graces. Bloom/Blooms. Flor/Florals. La/Laces. Th♡y/Th♡m. Ho/Holies. H⯎/H⯎m. Sh☆/H☆r.

Usernames: rosycheeks. divineflowers. the-thorned-cherub. wingedroses. prettypetals. vinehalo. pureroses. sacrificingroses. a-rose-covered-heaven. gardenguardianangel.

Titles: The Angel Who is Covered In Roses. [prn] whose Wings are Thorned. [prn] with the Halo made of Vines. The Garden's Guardian. [prn] who Created Heaven Out of Roses.

Genders: 🥀emojic/Wiltedfloweremojic. Transmascrose. Filthangelic. Angeldream. Eledeoangelic. Angelancient/Archangelancient. Wealidollic. Seraphimlexic. Punkstelpinkial.

Labels: Angelic System. Angel BPD. Angel Lesboy. Angelibian. Angelboyic. Angelcoreaestelic. Camellian. Rose Lesbian. Rose Gay. Aro/Ace Rose.