#Oh she is so lovely

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HI BABYGIRL CAN I HAVE PURPLE HEATHER AND ZINNIA + LOUISA?? 🫣🫣🫣🫣

Purple Heather - “Solitude, admiration, beauty”, Zinnia - “Thinking of you, sentimentality” + Louisa

 -> Of course bro. This took a while, but it is finally here. Do enjoy dear Maki!

 -> Genre: Fluff!

 -> Song: In a Sentimental Mood - Sonny Rollins

In the midst of night Louisa finds herself at her desk, earnestly attempting to pen a love letter. She sits in candlelight, a steaming cup of tea to her right and an expression of anxiety upon her countenance. She thumbs at the paper; delicate cream with intricate patterns along the border and an air of elegance that - even in the dim light - looks nothing short of gorgeous. It is for that reason she had chosen it, there would be none better for its duty (though in truth there were many before it, and Louisa is certain that there will be many more to come before the night is through).

She goes to grab her quill, picking it up and placing it on the paper before stopping herself, doubt creeping into her mind. This letter is important, perhaps the most important one she will ever write, for it is an admittance of her everlasting love for you, a being who she adores with everything in her, whose very presence captivates and moves her in a way none other ever has. Louisa feels herself grow faint for what she hopes is the last time tonight, the notion that she should ruin it all and make a fool of herself coiling around her heart. 

Louisa will blame it on the candles and night, for the former has never been pleasant to write in and the latter has almost passed, leaving her tired, dreary, and far too easy to succumb to ill feelings. Yet despite this she resolves to continue anyway, mustering up the courage to put the quill to use once more before doing so, allowing herself to turn her thoughts to you and the feelings she possesses, both past and present. 

She thinks and writes in a disjointed manner, penning things as they come to her. The outing you two went on last week; a visit to a quaint little cafe followed by a walk in the park, and how she had spent the entire evening fighting the urge to hold your hand in hers. An almost timid admission that she wants to spend her future with you, written smaller than everything else. Your first meeting a week before the departure of The Guild to Japan, in which she remembers every detail, and with some embarrassment she admits that the first time you two locked eyes she knew she would fall in love. The advice Francis had given her in regards to courting, leading to a long detailed paragraph concerning him, what he thinks about you, and what a mess he’s made of his finances with his ceaseless bargain hunting before Louisa realises that she’s gone off track and returns to her feelings, more at ease than when she started.

The quill flows along the page easier now, stopping only when Louisa’s attention is placed on her tea or the softness of the moonlit sky, a gentle white that slowly turns to even softer pinks as the morn starts to show itself, coming out of hiding to greet Louisa with it’s quiet encouragement. It fills her with confidence and so with a subtle joy playing on her countenance and a lightness to her being she finishes the final line, a simple “could I be your girlfriend?” before signing the letter with her name, a slight timidness returning to her at the last letter before she lets out a sigh. Tired but diligent eyes re-read over it again and again before she concludes that it’s - dare she say - perfect. Louisa lets out a satisfied huff, allowing the ink to dry fully before folding the page and as delicately as she can it’s put in an envelope - one of the same cream and patterns - to be sealed with wax. 

It’s placed to the side for a moment, Louisa turning her attention to the desk drawers before producing a soft pink box. She opens it to reveal the contents of home baked biscuits, and upon realising that everything is in order she stands, mustering the last of her courage before exiting the room and making her way through The Guilds halls with ease, dropping by your room unnoticed before returning to her own with a mix of anxiety and giddiness settling in her heart.

It has been done, her feelings to be revealed as soon as the letter is read and Louisa simply cannot wait until she sees you next.

Ao3

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

why aren't there more mysteries that take place in nursing homes & retirement communities. i want to watch a group of deranged retirees-cum-amateur-detectives combine their powers of:

decades of life experience

boredom-fueled busybody shamelessness

access to the most gossipy next-door-neighbors in existence

"I am too old to be arrested and/or give a shit" attitude

and solve crimes. this should be an enormous subgenre.

[inkskinned]

probably time for this story i guess but when i was a kid there was a summer that my brother was really into making smoothies and milkshakes. part of this was that we didn't have AC and couldn't afford to run fans all day so it was kind of important to get good at making Cool Down Concoctions.

we also had a patch of mint, and he had two impressionable little sisters who had the attitude of "fuck it, might as well."

at one point, for fun, this 16 year old boy with a dream in his eye and scientific fervor in heart just wanted to see how far one could push the idea of "vanilla mint smoothie". how much vanilla extract and how much mint can go into a blender before it truly is inedible.

the answer is 3 cups of vanilla extract, 1/2 cup milk alternative, and about 50 sprigs (not leaves, whole spring) of mint. add ice and the courage of a child. idk, it was summer and we were bored.

the word i would use to describe the feeling of drinking it would maybe be "violent" or perhaps, like. "triangular." my nose felt pristine. inhaling following the first sip was like trying to sculpt a new face. i was ensconced in a mesh of horror. it was something beyond taste. for years after, i assumed those commercials that said "this is how it feels to chew five gum" were referencing the exact experience of this singular viscous smoothie.

what's worse is that we knew our mother would hate that we wasted so much vanilla extract. so we had to make it worth it. we had to actually finish the drink. it wasn't "wasting" it if we actually drank it, right? we huddled around outside in the blistering sun, gagging and passing around a single green potion, shivering with disgust. each sip was transcendent, but in a sort of non-euclidean way. i think this is where i lost my binary gender. it eroded certain parts of me in an acidic gut ecology collapse.

here's the thing about love and trust: the next day my brother made a different shake, and i drank it without complaint. it's been like 15 years. he's now a genuinely skilled cook. sometimes one of the three of us will fuck up in the kitchen or find something horrible or make a terrible smoothie mistake and then we pass it to each other, single potion bottle, and we say try it it's delicious. it always smells disgusting. and then, cerimonious, we drink it together. because that's what family does.

[theoldkyokodied]

One wedding and three funerals

Background paintings under the cut

[nosieposie]

baby u r my ANGELLLLLLL!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[egophiliac]

like mother, like son, but less wholesome this time?

(I couldn't decide whether or not to put them together, so have them in all the different ways!)

[clouvu]

Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love, mine, all mine

[cowboythewizard726]

BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALIN!!! BLOOD SOAKED FALINNNNNNNNNNN!!!

[strobbylemonade]

fish want me women fear me

[attleboy]

sorry for making them so miserable lately.... here i can still be nice to them see!!??!!!

big fan of the seamstress ragatha headcanon so here's some buttonblossom with it <3

[qalrey]

my fluttershy redesign x3

[yenvengerberg]

ELLA PURNELL as LUCY MACLEAN Fallout (2024)

[ash-and-starlight]

one day, in a thousand years

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

i have a Scene - a Plot if you will - that backs this as context. y'all are gonna have to trust me on this one <3 or read the tags...

[ronioli]

Elphelt Valentine... save me...

[ew-selfish-art]

Dpx Dc AU: Ectoplasm is required for Ghosts to be visible to the human eye- And Danny creates his own ectoplasm.

Danny is visiting Jazz in Gotham and its weird how friendly everyone is. Like, the city gets a really bad rapport, everywhere he goes there is someone trying to strike up a conversation or answer his questions about getting around to the tourist spots. A few people even pointed out restaurants and ways to find off the beaten path gems! Jazz seems to role her eyes at him, but when he brings up her 'roommate' being kind of cute she flat out laughs.

Danny then comes to understand the Jazz doesn't have a roommate and that Ghosts in Gotham don't move far from their haunts- He's just been inadvertently turning these undead folks visible by accident of generating abnormal amounts of ectoplasm.

Which, is comforting in a way, he's never walking this dangerous city alone and really, most of the ghosts have been really friendly! They disappear once he's a few blocks away from them anyway.

---

Tim Drake is having a horrible day.

He'd been given intel that one of Black Mask's guys was going to snitch but that he'd died before given the opportunity to reach out to the GCPD. He tracks down the guy's last know whereabouts and yikes. Its next to the Theater. Tim was often grateful for his childhood obsessions, this time it backfired.

Tim and Bruce get into an argument about trust and respect and, worst of all, mental health. And even though Tim was vehemently against Batman accompanying Red Robin to the alleyway - that's exactly what happens.

They arrive and Bruce is closing up faster than a clam in the contaminated Gotham Bay- Clearly being in the Alley bothers him. No fucking shit. RR gets started on collecting evidence, there are a few extra blood splatters and a single left shoe... When a kid walks into the Alley.

"Uh, sorry to intrude-" The kid looks scared shitless, and runs away. And then, all of a sudden, Batman and Robin aren't alone in the Alley.

Tim can hardly believe his eyes as the dead man appears and quickly blabs Black Mask's bank passwords and what the plan had been- and While he's over joyed to have that closure, he turns around to Batman weeping in the arms of his parents.

The ghosts fade, and the emotions are certainly charged as this was never something Bruce or Tim would have ever dreamed of happening. Ghosts in Gotham. Talking, floating, granting closure.

"RR, Bats, come in." Oracle calls into their ears.

"Reporting in, but, uh, we need a minute."

"A minute? We have a case on 4th and-"

"O, we just saw the ghosts of the Waynes. It's going to be a minute."

"...Lots of Ghost reports lately then. Any chance you saw a kid looking like he could be adopted?"

"Yeah, actually, black hair and blue eyes. He was super polite before he ran away."

"We have work to do. Oracle, lets prioritize finding our person of interest and divert Nightwing and Robin to the case on 4th." Batman cut between them on the comms and he sounded... calmer than either of them anticipated.

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Jazz is no longer laughing when Batman appears at her door explaining that he's looking for Danny (Who already flew away from town to get a good night's sleep before class on Monday). Turns out Danny reunited the man with his dead parents just briefly- and then the second guy appears and mentions how Danny had also given a guy who'd been murdered by a Mob enough time to explain the ongoing threats the city faced.

Jazz just rolls her eyes and says that it's not like the ghosts are going anywhere anytime soon and Danny will visit in another month. When pressed, she just explains that her brother is a weirdo. No of course he doesn't have powers. Gaslight and Girlbosses her way out.

And Jazz thinks that the game is up for at least another month, obviously when Danny visits more shit will stir up, but then this new guy appears.

Unlike the other Bats who are keen on watching her from a distance, the Red Hood knocks on her door. Are her eyebrows all the way into her hairline when Red Hood asks her to send his thanks along to Danny because somehow this whole situation led to his Dad expressing remorse for his actions and apologizing? Yes, yes they are.

But Jazz can smell Dissertation Data off of these vigilantes- Who is she to send them away? Jazz welcomes Red Hood into her place for a cup of tea and a small chat.

The story then devolves into Jazz getting shit done, Danny being cute by proximity and also bringing ghosts to the party, and the Bats having trauma resolve between them.