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nokaru · 4 months

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ZenYuki in flower language

Zenyuki Week 2024 Appreciation Post @zenyuki-festival

Day 1: Pick a flower and its meaning that you feel most represents ZenYuki.

Okay, so this is an impossible task - I simply can't pink only ONE flower that represents Zenyuki for me. So I'll make a bouquet! mind you all of these together is a mess but I love it nonetheless

Firstly, I would pick typical red carnations; literally meaning "My Heart Aches For You", admiration, deep romantic love, and passion. When I think of ZenYuki I automatically think of deep devotion and admiration from both sides so carnations are perfect for them. *also zenyuki owns every cheesy romantic line ever so*

Next, bluebells! Their meanings are loyalty, constancy, and humility. These are all traits I associate with ZenYuki both as a couple and as individuals. There's steadiness in Shirayuki and Zen, especially when they are together.

Another flower that just screams ZenYuki to me is the azalea. I like this one for them visually a lot - I think it matches their vibe a lot, there's this softness about ZenYuki and azaleas uknow. Azaleas mean "Take Care of Yourself for Me" and if that isn't the cutest thing ever idk what is. It plays nicely into their long-distance relationship.

Similar to bluebells, bellflowers are so ZenYuki coded. I like to imagine ZenYuki being all noble and castle-vibey but simple wild flowers suit them so much too! Bellflowers mean unwavering love and a constant heart - I will simply die it's so them AAAA DO YOU SEE MY VISION!!?? It naturally goes hand in hand with meaning of gratitude which I associate with Shirayuki's gratitude towards everyone she met in Clarines and Zen's gratitude towards his closest friends/found family (also his gratitude to being a prince as well??!! hes so grateful he can be of service to Clarines)

This is my ZenYuki bouquet that is all over the place! Loved picking these and ofc there are way more flowers I associate with ZenYuki but I couldn't fit them all here ://

also honorable mentions:

Daffodils (regard, "You're the Only One", "The Sun is Always Shining When I'm with You")

Dandelions (overcoming hardship; faithfulness)

Blue Violets (watchfulness, "I'll always be true")

Wisteria (im cheesy) (new beginnings, transformation, passage of time)

#akagami no shirayukihime #snow white with the red hair #ans #zenyuki #shirayuki #zen wisteria #zenyuki week 2024 #zen x shirayuki #im normal about them #pick a flower they said #im actually insane about flowers that have a whole lines associated with them #appreciation post #flower language #its 0:04 rn call me on time the event starts on the 9th and i make sure it does

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countrymusiclover · 2 months

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38 - The Night King part 2

Part 39

The Lion Knight and Dragon Princess

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Rhaegar Lannister’s pov

My mother had told us that the day she first rode upon her dragon was like nothing she had ever in any other situation she had ever faced. My father Jaime didn’t have the chance to experience these things because he didn’t have the blood of the dragon. I walked beside my mother while we made our way down into the dragon pit that was built into the castle of Sothoryos. “Now remember, my boy. Dragons are very powerful creatures so you should do your best not to make one angry. Otherwise he or she might want to burn you for it.”

“I know, mommy.” I replied to her, holding onto her hand the whole time.

My father was carrying my sister Luciya in his arms with his sword swaying about as he walked behind us. “Are you sure I should be down here, Vaella. I don't have any dragon blood in my body.”

“You'll be fine, Jaime. Just don't draw your sword and you'll be fine.” My mother reassured her husband, peaking back at him over her shoulder. Finally we entered the pit standing at the edge of the rock platform. Squinting my eyes my mother pushed me behind her body when a medium sized dragon head made it's way through the darkness and another one was standing behind it a little ways off. Mother raised her right hand up allowing me ro see the first dragon move forward and press his nose into her palm. “Sagon gīda, hāeda zaldrīzoti. Sagon gīda ( be calm, young dragons. Be calm.” )

“What do we do, mommy?” My twin sister asked her tugging on the side of her dress with her smaller hand now standing on the stone ground with me.

She slowly removed her hand grasping my hand in hers. She slowly positioned my palm the way she had put her own whispering in my ear. “Just hold out your hand. Let them come to you.”

She did the same thing with my sister's hand where she peaked through her fingers of her other hand that was covering her face. “Wow.” She gasped when the golden dragon pushed its nose against her palm.

“What are you thinking of naming her?” Jaime asked her softly.

Luciya answered him. “Shireen.”

“Rhaegar, what about you?” My father asked me.

Focusing my gaze on the eyes of the gray and blue dragon I replied to him. “Stormfly.” That was how we became the riders of our dragons.

“Does anyone have a good story to pass the time of undetermined death?” Uncle Tyrion asked, causing me to stop my nerves pacing back and forth a few steps away from them.

Rhana was seated right beside Lady Sansa. Chandler was asleep curled up against the wall and Luciya was just standing by our uncle keeping one hand on her sword looking so much like a female version of our father. “Have you ever heard about how we got our dragons, Uncle Tyrion?” My sister asked him.

“Can’t say I have, young niece. Do tell?” The dwarf sat down on the stone ground before she sat across from him.

She put her hands down in her lap, excitement radiating off her facial expression. “Rhaegar and I were so nervous to touch them. We obviously wanted to ride them but we had been told the story of people who tried to ride and had gotten burned alive. So that was what we were really afraid of. Our mother slowly had us touch our hands to the dragon's nose and let them come to our fingers.”

“That certainly is an interesting story, Luciya.” Tyrion ran a hand over his thick beard rather impressed by his young nieces and nephews.

Sansa lifted her head up swearing she had heard something off in the distance. “Did anyone else hear that?”

“Are you saying something’s here. Where?” I began to feel nervous resting a hand on my sword ready for something to jump out at me. She pointed her index finger towards the area behind us. Rhana gasped at the sight before us being the dead bodies down here coming towards us. Drawing my sword I got in a fighting stance in front of my family. “Wake our siblings now!”

Chandler was dazed in confusion when she quickly shook him awake. Sansa and Tyrion forced themselves to their feet grasping my younger siblings hands in each of theirs running to find somewhere to hide. “You should go with them, sister.” I eyed my twin sister.

“And leave you to face them by yourself. What kind of a sister would I be?” She scoffed at me slightly offended while drawing out her own sword.

I spared her a half smile trying to not show how afraid I truly was. “I appreciate your help. Let’s hope our practice pays off.” We were only the age of ten so we weren’t very experienced in fighting.

The dead people came charging at us where I swung my sword killing one of them. Luciya managed to kill a couple of more until we saw they were starting to surround us making my nerves build up even more praying our parents hurried up and were able to defeat the Night King.

Vaella’s pov

My sister was scrambling on her hands and knees away from the white walkers that were trying to surround her. Tugging my dragons reigns she dove down right in front of her body shooting fire at them. As fast as we possibly could Amethyst lowered one of her wings onto the snowy ground Dany scrambled to her feet climbing on. “We have to get out of here.”

“I know, I know. Shit!” Amethyst made a whimper noise when some dead began biting her tail. I kicked her in the belly as they began climbing all over her until she shook them off.

Dany looked behind her shoulder hearing another dragon growling up in the dark sky. “Does that sound like a dragon to you?”

“I’m not sure - gah!” I screamed before another dragon bashed into the side of us where we had to fly away from it so it couldn’t do another hit. Shifting my gaze downward I grabbed a jar of wildfire in my hand. The dragon across from us now had dark blue eyes growling at us. “He turned your dragon.”

My sister kept her arms around my waist holding onto me. “What are we going to do now?”

“Fire cannot kill a dragon, they say. Let’s see how it does against wildfire - dracarys!” I tossed it in the dragon’s mouth when it attempted to burn us alive without a care. The dead dragon coughed out its own flames that suddenly ignited the wildfire liquid blasting the dead dragon and mine across the battlefields.

Amethyst broke some of the godswood trees and threw me and Daenerys in different areas of the forest. Pushing my body up from the snow I coughed trying to get the snow out of my mouth hearing someone call my name. “Vaella?” Turning my head I saw it was Bran by the red godswood tree in the center of the woods of Winterfell.

“Bran!” I gasped rushing over to him till I heard footsteps rushing through the trees. I pulled out my sword gripping it tightly in both hands ready to fight.

The figure was smaller than I was expecting and it was none other than Arya Stark. “Vaella, the Night King is coming this way.” She spun on her feet grabbing her sword standing beside me.

The Night King slowly came around the trees into our view and he drew his sword made out of ice from behind his back. His icy blue eyes glared at us before he ran forward beginning the fight between us two women. Arya and I went back and forth trying to strike the Night King but he managed to throw her into a pile of dead men that had already been killed. The night king charged at me swinging his sword and I swung mine where they hit one another and I held an intense glare with the realm's greatest enemy.

He raised his sword where I raised mine up but he moved his sword to one hand grabbing me by the throat choking me. “Vaella!” I heard a male voice coming towards me when I reached for Aegon’s dagger hidden on my belt.

“J - Jon.” I gasped for air doing what I could to toss the dagger up into the air and he managed to catch it. The king's grip began tightening around my windpipe causing my eyes to begin to black out.

The Night King gasped sharply where I saw the tip of the dagger come out the front of his chest. His body collapsed and turned into a pool of ice, I dropped down on my hands and knees with hair tousled in my face. Jon was breathing heavily in front of me and I still couldn’t believe that the simple bastard of Lord Eddard Stark had just saved all of Westeros and could ride dragons like a Targaryen could. If I didn’t know any better I’d think he was somehow related to my family line. “Is he the answer to the prophecy, brother?” I mumbled to myself thinking of my brother Rhaegar and the Targaryen prophecy he was so obsessed with.

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artist-issues · 1 year

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I love the comments and defense of the original Snow White but some people are not taking the defensive position that I would take, all things considered.

I mean, asking the question “since when is it bad to wish for love?” is one thing, but then sometimes people follow it up with, “and that’s not all she wanted! That’s not her main goal!”

Okay I appreciate you but yes it was. Let’s just call it like it is. And then don’t back down. Hear me out.

The first thing you learn about Snow-White is from that pretty opening-fairy-tale-book page, where it points out two characters: the wicked and vain stepmother who is afraid of Snow White and dresses her in rags to cover up her beauty, and uses her as a scullery maid—and Snow White herself, who is…well, used as a scullery maid.

Treated as a servant, and actively hated by the only family she has. And she’s a child. She hasn’t been alive very long to experience anything other than hatred and jealousy toward herself.

She’s even talking to birds, and the fact that they’re clustered around her from beginning to end of that opening scene indicates that they’re very comfortable with her and she talks to them all the time—because they’re the only positive interaction she gets to have.

That’s the situation that Snow White is in. But the first thing you learn about who she is and what she wants comes when she wishes in the well. And what’s she wishing for?

Love. The one she loves. A specific, male figure, who will say nice things to her and find her. She wants him to come quick. Why?

How silly. How vapid and shallow of her. How weak and one-dimensional. Please, goodness, can’t someone update her to have some depth?

NO. She is a young woman who is not given any love and is treated like a horrible nuisance who must be covered up in dirt and rags. She has no friends except birds, who can’t talk back. She is actively hated by the closest person to her.

It’s a miracle she even knows the word “love” and has the strength of character to believe in it after the situation she’s grown up in.

The song very specifically says “I’m wishing…for the one I love…to find me…today. I’m hoping…and I’m dreaming of…the nice things…he’ll say.”

She wants to be loved because she isn’t loved. Geez, she wants someone to say nice things to her. She wants to give her own love because she doesn’t have anything but courtyard doves to befriend. Of course it’s her goal. Of course it’s her wish. What wish or goal could be higher? And what wish or goal could be more natural for a character in her situation?

And even more than that, what could be stronger than believing that it will happen? This character who’s been unloved and mistreated by everyone takes a Prince at his word when he says he’ll give her that love. He promises it, and she believes him.

She has every opportunity and right to be bitter, hardened, anti-social, self-absorbed (pre-Huntsman and Dwarfs, she could very easily believe that nobody else is going to watch out for her except herself) and jaded. But instead she has this pure faith, which it takes a lot to maintain when everything has been ripped away from you. She could’ve been totally swamped by doubt and bitterness.

I mean, she could worry that the Prince won’t be able to convince her Stepmother to let him marry her.

Then when she gets chased into the woods for her life, she could fret that the Prince wouldn’t know how to find her.

Heck, she could just forget about him, give up, and say, “this is my life now, I’m living with these seven dwarfs and we’ll take care of each other, I guess that’s the most I can hope for.”

But no. She has faith in his promise, and hangs on to her dream, and sings, with total assurance, “Someday My Prince Will Come.” I mean, she won’t even let a moment of panic in the woods go by without reprimanding herself for losing that faith, for a second.

Can any of you say the same? Can any of you imagine being that kind of person: the kind of person who unashamedly wants to love and be loved in return, and when everything is stripped away and every chance at that taken from you, you hang on and believe anyway? You stay positive and even joyful anyway? For love?

Come on. Defend that. Yes, her goal was “just” to be loved. And to love in return. The fear of having her life taken from her, the necessity (not the desire for) freedoms from that, was just an obstacle in the way of being loved. And this isn’t a movie about Snow White’s natural reaction to abuse. It’s about her strength of faith in love in SPITE of that abuse. The spotlight is on her strength, not her weakness, but it’s strength of faith in love.

Anyway.

If you believe that it’s good and fine for a girl’s whole goal and fondest dream is to be loved, then don’t stand with one foot in that camp and another in the camp that says “girls want more than just love.” No, what? Love is the best thing a girl can want. I’m not talking about “romance.” I’m not talking about sex. I’m talking about pure, self-sacrificial, kind love. It’s the best thing they can want, and Snow White is one of the only characters who does want it unashamedly, uncomplicated.

Just defend that. Don’t try to argue that the “Someday My Prince Will Come” Princess isn’t wholeheartedly after love. Makes it look like you don’t believe that’s as wonderful as it is.

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