#floral sunhat

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In the languid haze of a coastal paradise, there existed a realm where the sun cast golden nets over the azure sea. It was here that the enigmatic Solana found her solace, her soul as intertwined with the beach as the tides to the moon. With a wide-brimmed hat adorned with the soft hues of summer blossoms, she was a vision of the season's quintessence.

Solana had a knack for capturing the essence of summer's fleeting kiss. Her bikini, a cascade of mellow yellow adorned with blooms, was tied with a knot that held the secrets of the endless blue skies. Each day, as she wandered along the water's edge, the sun seemed to play a delicate game of hide and seek, casting her shadow upon the sands like an ethereal companion.

She was the keeper of whispered beachside confessions and the silent laughter of the seashells. As Solana gazed into the horizon, her eyes held stories of sunken ships and whispered love letters sealed in bottles. With the grace of the gentle breeze and the strength of the tides, she was as much a part of the beach as the sands themselves.

[kirstydreaming]

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[life-spire]

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[oofuri2003]

Torn between slapping tajima in a harvest moon protag outfit or giving him a huge sunhat and dressing him like a little grandma

[melsany]

you know how ppl say fighting ur demons for like dealing with trauma? what abt a gardening metaphor. romanticize pulling the weeds out of your brilliant mind garden, gently digging down to the root and pulling it out whole, to see and learn what it is and where it comes from and if it serves a purpose in your garden.

[bunnys-kisses]

club tropicana

operations officer alex keller

cw: smut/pwp, summer/vacation fic, drinking & smoking, unprotected sex, (slight) baby trapping, body worship & dirty talk, cowgirl position

bunny says: reblogs & comments are greatly appreciated! i love reading your comments & feedback (considering this is my first time writing mr. keller <3)

this was supposed to be the vacation of a life time. you had won it at a raffle through your school and would be your getaway before your last semester of school! you were so close to your degree that you could almost taste the ink on the diploma.

so of course the little vacation was a delightful treat!

that was when you met alex keller. he was nice, you two would sit at the bar by the pool and drink. and the drinking turned to talking.

"do people ask about the leg a lot?" you asked, a little drunk, "i'm sorry, that must be a really rude question!"

he chuckled and had another sip of his pina colada, "don't worry, beautiful. i can usually tell when people look at me like i'm a freak. when we first started talking, you didn't notice it. so i know you're just a curious little thing."

"i mean." you hiccuped, "if it's anything. the tattoos are good at distracting." you then giggled, feeling heat in your cheeks. you leaned a little closer and looked up to him, "i mean also your arms a huge so i wouldn't worry about it too much!" then gave him a big smile.

little did you know that alex was falling hard for you. but, it wasn't a puppy love or a vacation fling. no, he wanted you to be his wife. and when operations officer keller got his mind on something, he saw it through to the end.

it didn't help that you were so cute in your floral printed bikini. sometimes you wore a large sunhat and heart shaped sunglasses. you were painfully cute, innocent almost.

by the second week of your trip, you two were having sex. it wasn't hard to get you into his hotel room. the first time you two got intimate, you were on the tiled floor of the hotel room in front of alex who had both feet planted on the ground on either side of you.

in front of your eyes was him stroking his almost scary cock. it wasn't like it had devil horns or cobwebs, it was just that you had never seen a cock that big up close.

a nice peachy-pink colour, cut with heavy balls and a nice bit of hair to frame it all. it was the kind of cock you could get addicted to. and for alex, that was the plan. after you gave him the blowjob of a lifetime, he finished you off by putting you in his lap and finger-fucking the living daylights out of you.

by your second orgasm, you wanted to tap out, but he kept you trapped to him. his strong fingers bullying your sweet cunt. "nah, nah, nah. no can do." he said, "you gotta be stronger than that. i think i could get at least another three out of you before you're really done." he then got his second wind and fucked you on your hands and knees. you were drooling into the pillows.

getting a taste of you, was like a shark getting a taste for sea lion blood. the poor prey would be hunted to the ends of the oceans just so the shark could have another taste.

he knew you were a real keeper when you asked about positions that would work for him given his prosthetic. you had such a cute look in your eyes when you asked him, "i don't want it to not be fun for you! i'm very flexible so however you need to do it, we can do it!"

god, you were going to be the perfect mother to his children.

painfully caring, sugary sweet. alex was certain that he had caramels with less of a sugar content than you. but he said that cowgirl was his favourite, not only for his leg but also he liked seeing "pretty fat tits" bounce with every thrust.

it was a day of sun, you two had hung out around the ocean. you dragged one of the reclined beach chairs to be closer to alex. he laughed when you struggled to pull it across the sand, but had an arm around you when you sat in the chair when it was next to his.

now after dinner, your skin felt warmed from the hot sun and you were still in the adorable sundress you brought. alex loved a girl in a sundress.

his hands were on your shoulders after you got your sandals off. your skin felt so warm, it was like touching a familiar sun. it made alex's heart give a gentle' thud' in his chest. he kissed your neck before he hands went to the zipper of the dress.

"you looked more delicious than the buffet. i'm pretty sure they could serve you up for dessert." the zipped was pulled down and you slowly got out of it before you stepped out of the dress when it hit the floor.

you stood there, almost naked in front of your summer fling (re: future husband). you giggled and started to undo the front of his button up shirt. you ran your hands down his toned, slightly hairy chest and felt your core grow hotter.

"you look so good." you giggled.

he reached over and grabbed your ass, "not as good as you." his lips were painfully close to yours, "i wanted to throw you on the table and throw that dress up, and sink into the slick little pussy of yours."

you moaned a little at his words. he got you out of your bra and panties, leaving them with the dress as he led you to the nice hotel bed. you sat on it like you had done a dozen times already. you watched him undress. then you watched him lie onto the bed.

"mmm, c'mon now, pretty girl." he said as he tapped his thigh, as if he was a stallion to ride. he then laughed when you were eager to seat yourself down on his lap.

he grasped his cock and rubbed it up against your wet slit. when the blunt head brushed against your clit you moaned. alex knew it was time to give his pretty wife what she craved for.

close to eight inches of cock.

with a hand on your thigh, he hissed through grit teeth over the feeling of you sinking down on him. a soft noise left your mouth as you planted your hands on either side of his torso to get leverage as you started to move up and down on his impressive size.

he held onto your hips and guided you up and down on his cock. the pleasure was a live wire on your body as you bounced on it. he licked his lips at the feeling of your pussy being a vice around his cock.

you felt like a fucking dream.

well, what else did he expect? of course, the pussy of his future wife was going to be perfect for him.

you really worked his cock, the sight of your breasts moving with every thrust of your hips against him. the heat stained your cheeks as you panted heavily. you looked heavenly.

alex felt the curl of pleasure in his gut as he watched you ride him. you were such a perfect fit for him. it made his heart hammer. he was very lucky that he got to meet his wife at this stupid resort.

"you're so perfect for me." he groaned.

you nodded in response, "you feel great too, alex. you're just so good for me." of course he was, he was your (future) husband after all!

he chuckled and rubbed your hip with his thigh, "well, i guess we're two peas in a pod." before another groan left his lips as you pussy rubbed up against sensitive parts of his cock.

you continued the pace you were working with, your face felt stinging hot and your body felt good all over. a heightened sense of pleasure as you bounced on his cock.

he wanted you every way he could have you and if he got his way by the end of the trip, then he'd have all the time in the world to feel every inch of you.

"such a cute little pussy."

"ah, please, alex!" you whimpered, you were painfully close. so alex took a firmer hold of your hips and moved you up and down his cock. letting him have more control.

your cunt was an enticing thing.

"good girl, all for me." he said in a soft tone that made you feel like you had honey in your skull.

you gave a few more thrusts before your pussy clenched around his cock and you climaxed. you let out such a cute little moan that it almost made alex finish on the spot.

you were just full of so many surprises, weren't you?

he soon after finished inside of you, his cum spurting into the back of your pussy (where is all belonged). he groaned at the rush all over his body. he rubbed the softness of your hips before you got comfortable next to him on the bed.

he pulled the thin white bed sheet over your lower half. he eyed your breasts a little bit, seeing the rise and fall of your chest. it made his cock harden a little bit.

he rubbed your shoulder and gazed at your. his gaze was loving yet obsessive. why wouldn't he be? he wanted to make sure he never forgot every curve of the future mrs. keller.

you spend the rest of your vacation with your future husband between your legs like he had belonged there since the universe was created. it wasn't until you were packing that you realized that neither you or alex had condoms.

and you weren't on hormonal birth control.

-

you ended up a long way from home by the end of the summer. your flight back to your home city was changed to where alex was living.

you had a nice gold band with a pretty little diamond in it, alex picked it out for you the day after you arrived back in the sleepy french village he spent most of his time in. you were almost mad at your parents for how well they took it, alex seemed like a great guy when he invited them to come visit. he wanted to know his in-laws.

by september, when you were supposed to go back to campus, you had a hands-y husband trying to see if there was noticeable bump in your middle. as you made him dinner, he'd drape his arms around your waist and poke at your middle.

"c'mon, little guy. daddy wants to feel ya."

you let him feel for the child he made with you on that nice vacation to the bahamas. there were still a lot of secrets to alex keller, but as he invaded your space and kissed at your neck it all seemed to fade away.

after all, he believed that his child needed his father. so you better brush up on your french before the due date. <3

[hotdogdynamitezzz]

Your Fashion and Style Guide

Pt.1

Part 2 (Libra - Pisces) Here

Use your Rising & Venus sign!

Aries:

Prioritizes comfort but doesn't compromise for their fashion style

Absolutely rocks streetwear & athleisure

Prefers sporty fits the most!

Looks best in red & black clothing

Their style always has some sort of edge to it

Big on grunge and vintage rockband t shirts

They love combat boots and they generally prefer flame or camo print clothes

This sounds odd but they kinda remind me of a racecar aesthetic?

Very Sharp with their fashion choices

They look great in leather jackets

A bold colour paired with a neutral for a high contrast look suit them best

They love the rockstar or baddie aesthetic

Looks ~

Taurus:

They have three modes, classy bitches, edgy e-girls & bohemian botanical.

But generally, I see classy and soft the most

Green, Brown, Beige, White, Black, Pink & Red for sensuality.

They love wearing neutrals but they often mix it up with some colour now and again

They usually have some sort of special necklace

A fan of pearls because it's classic

But diamonds are their best friends too ofc

Fuzzy & Fluffy cardigans or sweaters have their heart, especially the white and brown colours

They are into floral and flannel patterns

Their favorite colour options are brown & pink or white & pink 🕊💕

They usually dress more modest but make it look high fashion

They usually like to incorporate silk or a corset into their outfit, being ruled by venus makes them into a sensual and seductive look

Generally they favour comfortable fabrics and silk

Looks ~

Gemini:

I noticed they don't really like dark colours and generally prefer brighter neutrals or colours

They like off-the-shoulder, cold shoulder, cutout tops & cool designs on their shirts whether its long sleeve or not

They choose tops based on the arm style such as balloon sleeves or cutouts

Asymmetrical styles suit them best

Colors are white, bright pinks, and green.

Earrings & Bracelets are their favorite accessories

They like a fairy aesthetic, something that feels whimsical

Likes to switch between feminine and masculine clothing frequently

Very experimental with their clothes

Looks ~

Cancer:

Either soft and girly or moody and dark!

They prefer to keep it modest unless showing off their chest

Their choice of jewelry are pearl necklaces

The shoes they tend to favour are chunky block heels & sandals

Prefers blue, pink & white or black

Soft and flowy clothes like cardigans or kimonos

Knee high socks + sweater dresses look great

They love sweetheart necklines

Into crop tops! Usually silk crops

They like to pair tight clothes with a flowy jacket! Especially if it has a pop of colour

Overall style changes depending on how they're feeling that day

Looks ~

Leo:

Everytime I looked up a Leo rising celebrity that were ALWAYS wearing sunglasses

A fan of sunhats too!

Anything bright & metallic suit them perfectly

They look lavish in silky and shiny materials

They tend to wear fur coats

They like long and sturdy coats in general!

Usually they own big statement jewelry

Everything looks shiny tbh especially their hair.

Sparkly clothes & sequins are their weakness

They could rock sundresses

They look great in animal print, specifically cheetah or leopard.

Bold fashion is their go-to

Even if they wear neutral colours they make sure the texture stands out

Jumpsuits were really popular among them! I think they like to look playful but glamorous at the same time

They will not leave the house unless they look ready for a fashion show lol

Their motive is to standout and turn heads.

Looks ~

Virgo:

Less is more for them

They like simple t-shirts with cute mottos like "be kind" or some shit that HAS to be written in small font or they won't wear it LOL

A Preppy Style & Sweater Vests are their thing

So is gingham print

They rock high-fashion looks

Fake glasses are a cute trend they look good in

A big fan of trench coats and cardigans

They prefer a business casual look

They prefer earthy tones & greens.

They are all about the simplicity in versatility! For instance they usually like black jeans and a white top but the top can be a tube top or a halter top based on what they want that day

They LOVE BLAZERS

Very picky about fashion, I find super bright colors often turn them away

Quality > Quantity for them

A lot of them look great in crop tops, or waist accentuating clothing like kim k is known for

Watches are usually a staple item they prefer

Looks ~

[missmoonfrost]

James' realisation - a wolfstar microfic

@wolfstarmicrofic July 5 - whump Words: 580 Warnings: Blood, injuries, swearing

It was warm, they had exams they should be revising for, and Lily Evans was within watching distance with her usual group of girls on their usual bench. How she could look so cute in her floral sunhat and at the same time so sophisticated with her pile of open books, was a mystery James could not explain. What he did know, was that he was bored and needed something to happen.

He nudged Sirius. “If we flew on our brooms, do you think we could hit the knot on the Whomping Willow with a pebble?”

Sirius smiled in a way that showed he was already convinced.

Remus, however, grumpily looked up from his Transfigurations book. “That was the stupidest idea I have ever heard.”

That, of course, made Sirius smile even wider and nudge James back. “Let’s see which one of us can do it first.”

Remus rolled his eyes and returned to his book. “Don’t blame me when you fall off and break your necks.”

James jumped to his feet and started running towards the castle after his broom, with Sirius following closely.

James' first thought was to stay well clear of the dangerous branches and simply drop the pebbles from above. But when he without success had to return to the ground to grab a new handful of pebbles he realised he had to come closer.

Sirius was already swishing fearlessly in and out of the tree’s reach, face deep in concentration. James flew a circle and calculated the angle, then went in for a try and was scraped on his arm by the absolute tip of a twig. He dived in for another attempt and crashed head-on into Sirius, coming out of nowhere. They both tumbled towards the ground.

A whack straight in James' face made a sharp pain spread through his nose and had him flip through the air. Somehow, he managed to land on both feet and, with the help of Remus, pull Sirius with him out of the tree’s reach before any more harm was done.

“Are you ok?” Remus pressed.

James pointed at his nose, but Remus wasn’t even looking. He was examining Sirius with a worried expression that only softened slightly when Sirius nodded.

“You fucking idiots! Next time you try to kill yourselves, remind me not to look.”

James pressed his hands to his bleeding nose and listened half-heartedly to Remus scolding. At least Lily was watching. Her expression was hard to make out through his tears, but possibly smiling. Or scowling.

Remus eventually run out of insults to call them and cast a healing-spell on his nose. “You should go see Madam Pomfrey just to be on the safe side.”

“Nah. No need.” He nudged Sirius again. “It’s no fun if it’s no risk, eh?”

Sirius only winced slightly. Actually, he looked awfully pale.

“Sirius?” Remus asked and tried to catch Sirius gaze, but he wouldn’t look up from the ground. Just clutched one arm close to his body with the other.

“You are hurt. Fuck! Look at your arm.” Remus gently touched Sirius' shoulder and his voice grew softer than James had ever heard it. “Why didn’t you say something?”

His empathetic face turned to livid in an instant when he addressed James. “I’m going to fucking kill you.”

He then proceeded to swoop Sirius in his arms and carry him up the stairs and inside the castle, deaf to his protests.

James stared after them and came to a sudden realisation. Maybe he wasn’t the only one of them madly in love?

[dronebiscuitbat]

Oil is Thicker Then Blood (Part 62)

How had she been talked into this?

After her little breakdown N had suggested she get out of the house. And had suggested a ‘mother's group’ he'd found a flyer for outside the WDF office. In his words “maybe being around people who have gone through what you're going through would help?”

That wasn't taking into account that their pregnancies didn't involve making the body inside them, but at the same time he'd been so genuine when he'd suggested it, and had given her the biggest puppy eyes…

She was weak okay?

So here she was, in a room that looked a lot like the inside of a preschool, with small toys and safety foam covering the floor and crawling up the wall, pillows were scattered everywhere, of all shape, size and color. There were no chairs… so she sat on the floor joining three other people.

Their kids were here too, as was Tera who was on her lap, glancing around at every person and child in the room, looking like she still needed to get used to the room and the people before she drew any attention to herself.

Uzi felt out of place… all these mothers looked like they all knew each other, and she in her dark clothing and small stature stuck out like a sore thumb. It was like school all over again.

“Sorry I'm late, Kiara didn't want to calm down this morning…” A woman she recognized came though the door carrying a white- eyelighted toddler with platinum blonde hair who didn't exactly look the happiest.

“It happens Delilah, no worries, we aren't taking attendance.” A pink eyed woman in a lacey, tan dress smiled as her green eyed toddler in a green onesie waddled around her, his steps uneven but clearly just learning how to amble around.

“Though if we were, we'd add someone new.” All the attention suddenly turned to Uzi and Tera, Uzi squirmed uncomfortably, feeling like she was being judged while Tera buried herself into her hoodie at all the eyes.

“Uh… hi?” She spat out awkwardly giving the room a wary smile as she pet down Tera's back to calm her down.

This was a stupid idea, I don't like people. How did he drag me into this!

“Oh! I know you, you helped Zoey in the store a few weeks ago.” Delilah beamed, going over to sit next to her, Kiara fussed in her arms, causing her mother to sigh.

“Y-yeah, that was me…”

She may have forgotten how to interact pleasently with people she didn't know.

“It’s Uzi… by the way.” She turned her attention to the other people looking at her, feeling her voice get small as they didn't stop, she gulped, feeling nauseous.

“Doorman? I never expected to see you here.” A woman with both a toddler and a pillbaby said, she had ginger hair and was in a elaborate looking blue sundress, and sunglasses perched in her hair. The toddler had red eyelights, the pillbaby blue, their mother shared in her pillbabies color, and her voice was just as cold.

“Me neither, her uh… dad convinced me to show up today.”

Oh robo-god, why was she so awkward?

“Martha! That was rude. Everyone is welcome here.” The pink eyed woman huffed and turned her attention back to Uzi, smiling as she watched her toddler out of the corner of her eye.

“I'm Ginger, this is Toby.” She pointed at her son, the green eyed toddler, who had just fallen over after sneezing, thankfully, he just giggled in response.

“You already met Delilah and Kiara.” Delilah smiled at her again, Kiara was too busy fussing to do much of anything else.

And then there's Clover, and her daughter Bonnie.” A green eyelighted woman gave her a small wave, she was wearing a floral dress and a sunhat, for some reason, her vidor displayed simulated freckles. In her ams was a pillbaby with orange eyelights, though right now she was in sleep mode.

“Martha's two are Cain and Axel, Cain's red, Axel’s blue.” Martha rolled her eyes, but nodded at her, Cain flashed her a mischivous smile, being clearly the oldest toddler here, he was walking with no problem and was looking around curiosily.

“This is Tera, she's not a fan of large groups of people, give her a little time to warm up.” She gestured to her daughter clinging to her like she was a lifeline.

“Oh that's quite alright! I've heard about you and your husband, he's a disassembly drone, right?” Ginger asked, clearly trying to be friendly, Uzi however squeaked as her visor filled with violet at the word husband.

“Uh- we're not…” She stammered, curse her dad for spreading around the rumor that they were married, they were dating. Not married.

“Yeah… he is, his name's N.”

And apparently… she was going to fuel that rumor herself now… great.

“He's a total sweetheart.” Delilah hummed, making Uzi turn to her both confused and feeling slightly threatened.

“Sorry, didn't mean it like that. From what I saw, he was so good with Tera, and he was holding your hand the entire time you were in the store. It was cute.” She clarified, making Uzi blush even more at being called out for their PDA, it wasn't her fault N insisted on holding her hand!

“I wouldn’t expect that out of a killing machine.” Martha butted in, making Uzi immediately glare at her.

“He's not a killing machine.” Uzi growled, and the mother rolled her eyes again but raised her hands up in defense.

“Martha. Please” Clover pleaded, her voice much softer then anyone else's, but it was quiet enough in the room that she wasn't drowned out.

Tera shuffled in her grip, and Uzi looked down at her, she'd had her time to adjust and was now ready to crawl around the room to say hello.

“What do you need Jellybean?” Uzi asked, and Tera smiled while pointing out into the room and vibrating slightly.

“You can go say hello, do you want me to go with you?”

Tera squinted her eyes and stuck out her tongue before shaking her head, so Uzi sat her down in front of her. “Alright, if you think you can go around to everyone by yourself, go ahead.”

Tera immediately went forward to Ginger, crawling along the floor until she was sitting in front of her, Toby was also staring at her, but it looked like Tera was ignoring him for now.

“Hi!” Tera chirped, sitting a lot like a dog waiting for head pats. Ginger laughed and leaned down to her.

“Hello little one. Aren't you a brave one?” Tera beamed and nodded her head before she turned her attention to Toby, who was crawling closer.

“Hewwo!” He belted, possibly slightly too close to Tera because she winced and growled softly at him, Ginger pushed him back slightly. “Toby, volume.”

“Sowwy Mama…” But Toby still turned his attention to Tera, who was still looking at him.

She put a palm out and covered his visor while she squinted, almost as if she was telling him off. Toby didn't really react to it, only laughed at the contact to his visor.

“Tera, we don't touch people without their permission.” Uzi scolded lightly, making Tera look up at her before slowly moving her hand away, she looked at the ground as an apology.

“It's okay, you're still learning, say hi to everyone else.” Tera nodded and moved on to Clover, who waved at her enthusiastically.

“Oooh, am I next? Hi baby!” Clover beamed, and Tera beamed back, crawling quickly over to Clover before yelping; “Hi!” The movement and the noise disrupted Bonnie however, and the pillbaby began to fuss, rolling in her mother's arms.

“Oh, sorry Bon-Bon, mommy got excited…” Tera cocked her head at the pillbaby, getting Clovers attention by pointing at herself, then to the pillbaby.

“Her name is Bonnie, here, you can touch her, just be careful.” Tera hoisted herself onto the woman's knee and looked at the pillbaby, who looked back with squinted eyelights.

Tera very slowly reached out to graze a finger over the soft silicone of the pillbaby, causing the girl to giggle and roll slightly, Tera beamed, before saying in a much lower volume. “Bon!”

“Oh! She said her name!” Clover looked ecstatic, Uzi was filled with pride. “Yeah, she's always picked up names pretty fast, though I think more complicated one's trip her up.”

“How old is she?” Ginger asked, catching Toby with one hand as he fell and not even looking at him. Apparently that happened a lot.

“About 9 months. we put her in a toddler body early, she had so much pent up energy.” As she spoke Tera went other to Martha, who raised an eyebrow at her, Cain waited impatiently while sitting, his knee shaking.

She looked back at Uzi, who smiled and gave and encouraging gesture, so Tera went up to Martha's knee.

“Hi.” Tera seemed noticeably less confident here, looking between Martha and Cain, and holding herself slightly awkwardly, Martha sighed and ruffled Tera's hair.

“I'm not gonna bite squirt.”

Tera smiled, and nodded, before quickly moving on to Delilah, who smiled.

“Hello, you remember us right?” Tera immediately crawled up to sit on Delilah's knee, looking up at her and then down at Kiara, who was now staring at the purple eyelighted toddler.

“Kia! Hi!”

“Ra!” Kiara yelped, squirming to try and sit upright but struggling to do so, Delilah looked amused, and a little sad.

“This one still hasn't gotten used to her toddler body, she's about one and a half…” Tera giggled as Kiara tried to hold her arms out only to clumsily almost slap Tera instead.

“They all develop at different speeds Delilah, don't worry.” Ginger smiled, and Tera, after a moment of trying to get Kiara to laugh, (which she succeeded by flashing an ‘X’ across her screen.) Moved back into Uzi's lap, now a bit tired.

“For nine months, she's sharp.” Clover complemented, and Uzi felt more pride well up in her, she kneaded her hand in her daughters hair and let out a smug laugh.

“Well… we try to talk to her like an adult, she understands a lot more then you would think, that might have something to do with it.”

“So is she half… what did you say? ‘disassembly drone’?” Delilah asked, leaning slightly in her direction likely as a way to make her feel more comfortable.

“No. She's adopted, we got her around four to three weeks.” Tera snuggled up into her lap, purring as she decided it was time to take a well deserved nap.

“You could've fooled me! She looks just like you!” Ginger replied, and Uzi just smiled, relaxing into this group she found herself in.

“We just got lucky.”

“Or it was destiny!” Clover piped up, smiling at her, which made Martha roll her eyes.

“You think everything is destiny.”

“Everything is destiny! Everything happens for a reason Martha.”

“Ugh…”

Okay, yeah, maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all…

[fauustic]

aa hello!! could I request a miguel x enby reader in any way??

the genre really doesn't matter but maybe a little fluff?

for an idea i was thinking the reader works as a florist and miguel knows them meeting them as spiderman. he begins taking a liking to them so he comes to the shop often getting flowers or small bouquets, but each flower means love or care, or notice me? (I'm thinking it would be really adorable if he just, late night studied floriagraphy for them) in the flower language, and they start taking notice to it, and eventually ask him?? idk this is silly but if you wanna write it!!

I hope you have a lovely day!!

(( stares at the miguel gifs i've used so far with a longing gaze... i only have so many left ..

i really hope you enjoy this, thank you so much for your request! it was super sweet. ))

nonbinary reader x miguel “spider-man 2099″ o’hara

fluff. like pure fluff. its literally just miguel pining after a little silly florist.

warnings: literally none except the use of some language. possible use of incorrect spanish because i'm learning so i have help of a translator in some parts :) let me know if i can fix anything!

word count: 3742

The smell of all kinds of flowers flooded your senses as the floral shop's door opened with a little chime, a beautiful melody that brightens every beginning of your shift. The shop that has become the core of your life was nothing too fancy, hidden away in a cozy little alleyway accompanied by a coffee shop and another restaurant– a safe space along the bustling city. 

Your identity wasn’t something that you mentioned often, but with the support of your coworkers you couldn’t help but express yourself easier. Being able to incorporate outfits of all kinds in your daily life without much more than a stare, some days you’d adorn a long skirt and a tank top, finished off with a floral-patterned apron to keep yourself tidy. Other days, you didn’t exactly confine yourself with a particular style because you were just you. As free and as happy as ever.

That was one of the many things you loved about the city you found yourself in. The growth and ability to thrive in Nueva York was a symbol of diversity, no matter who you were or where you had come from. It was different back home, so the newfound independence pushed you to be more talkative and approachable because you didn’t need to worry about others' thoughts. Labels and identities were celebrated in the cultures you intertwined with.

So when you found out you aligned with the embodiment of being nonbinary, you snatched it up like a piece of treasure and hadn’t looked back at who you were once before.

The love you had for flowers was immeasurable, somehow finding ways to include floral in your outfits no matter what you were wearing. A lovely white magnolia, fresh and healthy, found shelter in the secure pocket of your apron. Another flower was tucked upon the sunhat you adorned, a light pink peony settled right within the ribbon.

The alley your store took home in held a usual quiet atmosphere soothed by the comforting ambience of bird chirping due to housing a small little section for trees scattered about the alleyway. It reminded you of where your love for nature first began. Yet as you misted a bundle of Irises blooming upon a full window-sill, doused in a beautiful sunny haze, the tranquillity washing over you was unfortunately interrupted when a cat bumped against the shop’s window closest to you. It was loud, shaking the Irisies you just tended to.

Jumping from the sudden chaos happening outside your floristry, you couldn’t help but rush out the door with the watering pot still in hand. Did you need to get involved? You couldn't help but wonder to yourself when you noticed the little feline looked as if it was running away from something, but before you could intervene the answer dived past you on all fours, claw marks left in its wake. The figure, you have recognized from the news, was the talk of the city– broadcasts nicknaming the hero “Spiderman.” But what was he doing trying to grab one little kitty with the intensity of a predator? Surely Nueva York had more crime than that.

Entertaining the idea of watching such a well-respected hero having difficulty catching a feline, you played it off as if you were watering the flowers that decorate your shop– but in reality you just wanted to have a good laugh at seeing the man who has made criminals beg on their knees for forgiveness speak to the cat in desperation.

Funnily enough, the cat did climb one of the many large trees planted around your shop, and even if it was a bit hard to hear from the distance, this Spiderman guy wouldn’t stop trying to call for it to come down.

“Come ‘ere, gatito.” He shouted towards the cat at the tree’s base, his claws digging into the bark as if he was contemplating scaling the tree himself. “If I don’t bring you back with me, you will have to give up treats for the rest of your life. You don’t want that, do you?” His next step was to “psspspssp,” which just came out as a weird hiss. The cat only hissed back, which only fueled his discontentment even more. Without another moment to spare, Spiderman scaled the tree in two leaps, plucking the cat from the branches with a cautious hold. When he landed on the ground, he caught you staring a little too hard.

But the scene was just too hilarious, having to stifle a hearty giggle with the back of your hand as you noticed he was walking straight towards your shop. But luck wasn’t on your side today, as he stood right behind you. The window mirrored how he was holding the cat the same way as before, held like a little baby with its arms reaching out to you. You only laughed harder, crumbling to your knees as water splashed at your boots from the watering can. He didn’t dare to utter another word, obviously finding amusement in your little laughing fit over something so stupid.

“Did you get it out of your system, jardinero?” It was no doubt he was smirking under his mouth as he loomed over your laughing form. A ruffled meow followed his question, which only made you double down on your giggles. “Oh my god– I can’t breathe. Holy shit–” You cried out, rolling on the side to only have a flurry of Wisterias cloud your vision. 

“Who knew the biggest baddest hero that Nueva has, could barely even catch a little animal?” You cackled into the air, which instantly made him defensive. 

“I did not have a difficult time with this little pest, he’s as agile as a Roomba.” His tone was flat, if not a bit irritated. If you didn’t notice the soft chuckles escaping him softly, you would have thought he was genuinely bothered. Spiderman scooped up the cat in a more comfortable position, belly facing the both of you as the cat’s back lied against his arms. “Lo que sea–” He muttered through his mask, shaking his head in disbelief. After a short pause, it's clear he had nothing else left to say. “That’s enough entertainment for you today.” It was clear he was done once he spun on his heel, cat in arms and not even sparing a wave.

Something overcame you, as you called out to him. Maybe you were just as stricken as all his other fans, but as he paused with an awaited glance– you rushed through the waves of color in your floral shop before stopping to a bundle of crimson petals. Plucking a single bloom, you rushed out your store in a flustered mess so he wouldn’t have to wait long. 

There wasn’t much to his suit, so there was no way you could easily position it in a way the flower couldn’t fall. So you just settled with putting it against the cat’s ear, the feline wearing it without a care.

You sighed, smoothing out your apron in nervous relief. This was an eventful start to your day, to say the very least. But Spiderman didn’t move from where he moved despite being eager to leave just a moment ago. Instead, his attention was fixated at the bloom in his grasp.

“It’s an Amaryllis. Truly a beautiful one, right?” Your tone shifted, excitement lacing your voice at the opportunity to explain a flower to a stranger– let alone someone that is apparently a huge deal.

“... What does it mean?” When your attention snapped to his masked face, you weren’t able to distinguish his wonderstruck expression. You gladly took the chance to ramble about what you knew about the flower, and explain the exact reason why you chose it. 

“Amaryllis have multiple kinds of meanings you see– every flower does– but they’ve always been a symbol of hard-earned success due to its representation of determination and pride. I thought it was fitting because I was able to watch you in action, and you deserve a reward for your civic duties.” You couldn’t help but include some form of humor in your sprinkles of a compliment, but the truth was there. No matter what he had to do under the mask, he deserved to be reminded that his successful missions help so many people. It may have not been your cat, but you were happy that someone will now return back home to their fluffy companion. “And the scarlet coloring of its petals kinda matches your suit, so in a way it kind of reminds me of you.” The masked man in front of you was completely silent, until the gloved hand meeting his shoulder shook him from his daze. “Good work, Spiderman. Can’t wait what next animal you’re going to save,” The spell you unknowingly put him under was slapped away in an instant at the little jab.

He couldn't help the chuckle that escaped his lips before he could turn away, which only encouraged your teasing more. He waved behind his back, keeping his focus on what’s in front of him. “What will it be, a giraffe? Maybe a walrus–” Spiderman was gone by the time you sputtered the second animal, leaping away with an iron grip on the feline to a nearby building rooftop.

“What about something cool like a whale shark? Now that’d be something to read online..” You mumbled to yourself, brushing off your apron one last time before clutching your trusty watering pail and beginning your duties for the day.

Which is how Miguel O’Hara found himself hunched over his computer, staring at a gallery full of vibrant botany with a sigh. He couldn’t express it under the mask– he had a purpose to not allow any sign of weakness when the suit is on, but he was absolutely smitten by you over some stupid mishap on his end and a nervous, endearing ramble about your knowledge of flowers. The nightlife seeped into the windows of his home, neon lights reflecting off the walls. It was late, but Miguel was determined to shove some kind of information down his brain to make him not look like a complete fool when he arrived at the floral shop again. He was a chemist, for god’s sake– botany wasn’t too far off, was it?

He was just so enthralled with you, the way your eyes lit up ever so slightly at the opportunity of ranting about your favorite thing. The scent of fresh flowers entering his senses through the slightly cracked door of the floristry– it was a place he wanted to spend all his freetime in. Having been surrounded by the burning smell of chemicals and the pollution of such a technologically advanced city, Miguel craved to surround himself with so much nature. Or maybe, secretly, he just yearned to have a space of his own that was hidden away from the evils of Nueva York.

It took him a little while to finally work up the courage to stroll in, not having the mask around his head while he met someone as Spiderman always gave him a weird feeling. But he pushed that aside, chanting the knowledge that he crammed in his memory so he wouldn’t stupidly ask for a bundle of flowers that probably didn’t even exist.

Stepping foot in the floral shop for the first time was like a big breath of fresh air, his muscles relaxing ever so slightly at the influx of sweet scents. It reminded him of you, the same smell of blossoms clinging onto you even after you walked through the alleyway to give him that Amaryllis. He still kept onto it, dried against the confinement of his wallet. 

Miguel was going to start browsing even though he already knew what he wanted simply because he wanted to know this place inside and out– it was a part of you after all. But he didn’t go very long unnoticed, your voice making him well-aware of that. 

“Hey, welcome to Nueva’s most diverse little flower nursery! Happy to see a new face, if there’s anything I can do for you just let me know!” Your voice came from the back of the store, yet you peeked out and was able to study him from afar. He tried his best to be stoic, nodding in understanding before quickly averting his gaze to the waves of flowers you clearly took very good care of. 

Miguel, when faced with attraction to another, struggled deeply with bringing it into words. It didn’t exactly help his case when you haven’t met him outside of being Spiderman, so he devised a subtle plan to get closer to you. He wasn’t religious, but he still prayed that you would pay attention to his little requests and specific choosing of flowers.

And you did, of course you did. Your attentiveness squeezed his heart with a grasp he’s never felt before. After transforming into the Spiderman 2099 he’s come to accept, Miguel just couldn’t bring himself to fall for another. But when it came to you, and your silly little knowledge about flowers and the way he watched you tend to each and every one of them with the same amount of tenderness, the sweetness in your touch made him fall even harder. He imagined your hands grasping his own, as if he was as fragile as a flower. The idea made him flustered.

“A bouquet of red tulips and camellia, please.” He found himself asking you, his index, middle, and ring finger drumming along your counter in a soft rhythm. You were caught by his words almost instantaneously, a certain look in your eyes that even he couldn’t decipher. A knowing smirk erupted on your features, not being able to help yourself at teasing this new customer. “That’s so cute, you found yourself a soulmate?” Miguel choked at the proposal, the question rolling off your tongue in a singsong as you began skipping along the shop you owned. 

The gracefulness you had in every step distracted him, plucking every sense of dignity he had as if he was a flower getting its own petals plucked by your graze. “Only a flower connoisseur would know the meanings behind such simple flowers. It’s what makes them interesting, but I suppose the mix of bright crimson intermingled with a calming purple brings a sort of intensity most people don’t get.” You unknowingly held the bouquet to your heart, a smile blessing your lips. “Camellias are standard flowers that convey longing, mostly a yearning for one out of reach. While a red tulip is a promise, the subtle intention of trying to tell another that you want to spend the rest of your life with the recipient. It’s a big commitment to use such flowers for a bouquet, hopefully you know what you’re getting into.” You wrapped it without a second thought, framed with a sweet soft yellow. 

The cashier popped open as he paid.

“I do,” Miguel peered into your gaze, “I know exactly what I’m gettin’ into, mi sol.” He couldn’t help but utter, scooping the bouquet from your stunned response with a cheeky smile.

“W-What’s your name..?” Your composure lost, you demanded an answer as your finger twirled around an Amaryllis. You had kept one close by since your run-in with Spiderman, your thoughts never swaying from the masked hero until now. The stranger now seemed so familiar, but you couldn’t bring yourself to blurt out anything stupid.

Breathing in the bouquet he picked out, his shoulders sagged just a bit in relief. “Miguel,” He picked up a red tulip, the darkest hue in the bunch, and gently placed it right beyond your ear. “Miguel O’Hara.” His gaze flickered from your name tag and the flower he placed upon your curls, a satisfied quirk of his lips dashing his features. He sounded your name out like a blessing, and the two of you shared a stare that almost knocked you down. 

As he left the floral shop, with the little chime of the door signalling his exit, Miguel had waved behind his back with his other hand keeping the bouquet close to his chest. It reminded you how the masked man occupying your thoughts gave you the same gesture in goodbye, and you couldn’t help but pry the red tulip he placed upon you with delicate hands. 

Bringing it to your nose, suddenly red tulips smelled a lot more honey-like.

The two of you found each other in this routine for weeks now. Neither of you could break, he’d walk into the floral shop and continuously order different kinds of bouquets– sets of flowers that practically screamed, “love me back, you’re all I think about, notice me my dear.” Pink roses hugged by Peruvian and Stargazer lilies, the next week would be more simple– a pair of red roses intertwined with fresh caspia.

His voice was distinct, over the many years you’ve operated this little floral shop hidden away, the only two times you’ve heard the little rambles of his and the light accent within his tone was of course from him, but you kept help but think you’ve heard him somewhere else too. It made you nervous thinking about it, was it truly stupid to think he may be Spiderman? Over just one simple interaction with the masked hero and all of a sudden a person with a similar voice and mannerisms begins parading around your store and buying the most mushy, cliche bundles of floral you’ve ever seen? At this point, Miguel has helped generate an amount of revenue you haven’t seen in months.

By the time his next visit came into fruition, you couldn’t help the question that has loomed over your consciousness for the last week.

“Do.. do you-” You stumbled over your words clumsily, picking at the new floral he’s offered this time. Red roses surrounded by pink, finished off with a row of calla lilies. A beautiful balance of red, pink, and white. “Miguel, what are you trying to say with these bouquets?” You breathed out heavily, the nervousness of speaking about something weighing on you to someone you’ve found yourself attached to crashed against your usual calm and teasing attitude. You were out of your element.

Miguel’s eyes widened at the sudden question, which he averted from your gaze almost immediately. 

Your mind was working a million miles a minute, and as you were trying to get the questions out as fast as possible you stumbled over your words like how you usually do, which in any other situation Miguel would cackle as you burn into the ground in a flustered mess.

“Are you into Spiderman?” You yelled into the empty floral shop, placing your hands down upon the counter in accusation with a thud. A moment of silence hung over the two, bouquet still in your grasp like it's glued to you.

“Am I- what-” Miguel’s jaw practically fell open, in which his fangs were finally on clear display to you. You only could point, stuttering in an embarrassed flurry of limbs as you tried your best to explain yourself. 

“That’s not–” You mumbled as his gaze only widened more, not believing the question he just heard. “I meant are you like–” The silence on Miguel’s end wasn’t making this situation any better. “Are you into me?” You blurted out again, hiding your face in embarrassment. “Like– are you sure you’re into me? Like I didn’t know you would like me like that because I know I express myself a bit differently but–”

Miguel cut yourself off with his hands grasping yours, the bouquet now shared between the two of you. “I-” He sighed, casting his gaze downwards before facing you with a look of determination. As you spent time with Miguel, you came to understand that he never was good at talking about himself. Everything clicked into place as he nodded slowly, not a hint of doubt in his silent confession.

“I thought you’d notice sooner or later,” He huffed, dragging his thumbs against the skin of both of your hands. “Since the moment I saw you with an ungrateful gatito crowding my arms, I can’t lie that you piqued an interest I didn’t know I could feel.” Miguel sighed, leaning forward to lean against the counter opposite of you. “Who you are, how you express yourself– that's why I became so drawn to you, cariño.”

Now your jaw was the one to drop, before dropping your head to the counter the two of you shared in exasperation. “Oh my god! I knew it, I literally knew it. But I didn’t want to seem like some crazy person, you know? But I was right, what the fuck.” He couldn’t but laugh, which earned a warmth spread throughout your chest. Miguel only let out a chuckle and it had your insides twisting as if you were on a rollercoaster.

“You are too much, mi sol.”

“I wasn’t the one buying flowers to subtly tell someone I have a massive crush on them!”

Miguel frowned for only a moment, before leaning in just a bit closer. “Since I put in so much work to flaunt my love for you, do I earn a kiss?”

You rolled your eyes, before practically melting into his touch upon your jaw. Miguel met your lips and it almost felt like rain after a long drought. You didn’t know you wanted to kiss him so badly until his mouth was already on yours, his other hand trailing up the sleeves of your shirt and pulling your floral apron closer to him. 

When the two of you separated after becoming putty in one another’s grasp, Miguel mumbled right upon your lips, breath fanning the blush you felt;

“May I please visit you still, mi corazón? I wouldn’t know what to do without coming here, swallowed by your scent and surrounded by what you love the most.”

You only laughed, nodding against his hand upon your cheek. It soon became a nuzzle, relaxing against his touch like the cat he saved when you first met him. 

“Don’t start asking stupid questions, you know you’re more than welcome to come find me wherever I may end up at.” Miguel smiled, full of teeth and unapologetically showing his fangs.

The two of you intertwined like bonded stems, peppering kisses on one another until the door chimed once again.

[coqxettee]

How to have a:

“Call me by your name”Summer

Long hot days in the garden, reading by the river and longing for the type of love that comes into your life once and unexpectedly, here’s how to have a “Sufjan Stevens/CMBYN” inspired summer 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:

Dress Code:

Blue, beige, white, cream and gold colors

White maxi skirts & dresses

White trousers

Billowy shirts

Blue and white striped shirts & shorts

Yacht shorts

Milkmaid dresses/ditsy floral print dresses

Hawaiian tee’s

Crop tops/baby tee’s

Beach cover up’s & oversized tee’s

Multiple bikini sets

Sandals/flip flops

Matching Pyjama sets

Anything white & linen

A large sunhat

Sunglasses

Any gold jewellery/beach themed jewellery

When choosing an outfit opt for comfort more than anything. In the movie Elio wears comfortable, easy to move in clothing so he can ride his bike or swim at his leisure, walk, play in the river etc

Lifestyle: 🍊

Adapt the “Call me by your name lifestyle” by doing these things this summer:

Go swimming/sit by a lake or a river

Write your thoughts/how your summer is in your diary/journal

Pick fresh fruit and eat it

Bike around your local town/city

Go on summer hikes and find hidden spots to read and relax

Go swimming

Get a tan

Listen to classical music/Sufjan Stevens

Lay in bed on hot nights and listen to the cicadas/traffic or the rain

Go on picnics and eat foods like pasta, fruit, yoghurt, ice cream

Write and read poetry

Document every day of your summer in a diary or notebook

Fall in love or let love come to you

Make friendship bracelets

Sleep in the garden

Spend long summer days by the pool or lounging in the garden/field

Read outside

Watch the sunset/sunrise at least 3 times a week

Carry a backpack with all of your important trinkets and personal belongings in

Discover vintage shops and hidden bookshops in your local town

Go thrifting

Read classical literature & romance

Learn a new language

Cry

Thank you for reading 𖤓°⋆.ೃ࿔*:

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[ace-song]

Introduction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Interactive Fiction - Midnights of the Drowsy Owl

Demo (TBD)

Description

When the city life takes everything from you, you leave for a house you inherited from your late grandparents, in a town far away from the troubles of life: Caersolvita.

While strolling through the little town of Caersolvita after job hunting during the odd hours of nights, the old clock in the quaint settlement strikes 12 midnight, and a building down the dirt road illuminates the twilight.

Beads of light fall like stardust through the coffee-scented building. No one knows about it, and even if they did, they cannot find it. When midnight strikes, it all changes. Down the bricked pathway of the town, life clicks into light, and the twinkles of windchimes carry a bitter fragrance.

A “Looking to Hire!” board stands neatly by the doormat of the slightly tarnished place. With little hope of finding a job anytime soon, you enter the cafe. When offered a trainee position of a barista, you leave for home, unknowing of the wonders that await you when the dead hours of night come about.

Features

Choose your gender: female, male, non-binary

Work at a quaint café in a rural town, shrouded in mystery and solitude.

Unravel the secrets of the midnight café.

Romance one of the four ROs and explore a fresh adventure with one of the three personalities chosen.

Deal with some snappy customers or different oddities.

Find out the history of Caersolvita through each route.

Enjoy the life of quietude and comfort, away from the worries of life.

Personalities: Loveable airhead, Taciturn fool, Sarcastic charmer

Romances

Thana (f/m)

Beautiful and dignified, Thana is the peculiar owner of the Drowsy Owl. Behind the mysterious red eyes and snowy pale skin, discipline of the body and grace follows each tilt of the wrist, where the whiffs of coffee beans stream along the cafe.

Admired by everyone in Caersolivita for sublime service, coupled by sweet words, Thana is the go to barista if someone is in need for comfort or dark humor. Although the sorry state of the cafe, it is the first choice for everyone.

With every smile given to Thana, two more are returned, and each heart that is offered, the more Thana guards the heart. Somehow, though, the trainee barista has a way with their words.

Ylfa (f)

Unhinged. There is no other word that fits the young wolf-like Ylfa. A sherpherdess along the hillside of Caersolvita, she meets each situation with the flash of her canines and a huff. With a beige bonnet, laced around the edges, she fancies the lolita fashion, enjoying lavish dresses, contrary to her rambunctious voice.

In the dead of night, a voice like a siren vying for love sings from northern cliff at the very edge of the town. From the ruffled hair and perky ears of the gilded in moonlight, the sound willows past till dawnbreak.

Despite the tough and rowdy personality, Ylfa holds her hands close to her chest, sometimes shooting glances towards the trainee barista from the day they met eyes.

Idris (m)

Personal trainer by day, guardsman by night. Idris is often described as "too blunt for his own good." Towering over everyone in town, he is regarded as a dark warrior, a signature black hood hanging over his defined face. Polite and well-spoken, his sharp tongue still manages to overshadow such traits.

By the bridge that connects the mainland to the hook-shaped cliffside town, Idris guards the safety of the people. Always seen next to the old watchtower, most hear grunts from the place, running away in fear.

When he bumped his head against the door of Drowsy Owl, he meets gaze with the trainee barista, and color rose-pink erupts from the steely brown eyes.

Shaylah (nb)

Always smelling like honey and floral concoctions, Shaylah is a local apocthecary who resides near the very edge of the cliff. Catching eyes everywhere they go, their sterling red hair shines like the sun under light. Always seen walking around town with a sunhat the size of an umbrella, Shaylah's ethereal voice wrecks the minds of people when their brash and uncouth words begin to lash out.

Spending the afternoon and night cooped up in their house, they take the blue flowers on the cliff, grinding them and creating concoctions. No one outside of the town know what it truly is, and only Shaylah's family know of it.

After spending a full day in their shop, taking rest at midnight by Drowsy Owl is usually what happens, accompanied by a cup of hibiscus tea. But now, where the bright eyes of the trainee barista caught them off guard, they never forgot.

[beekeeperspicnic]

What happens if I give 'The Beekeeper's Picnic the Willy Wonka Experience treatment, and get an AI to try to write it?

Welcome to the Enchanting World of “The Beekeeper’s Picnic”!

Hey there, fellow adventurer! Grab your sunhat and a jar of honey, because we’re about to dive into a whimsical realm where bees wear tiny top hats, flowers gossip over tea, and the grass tickles your toes like a thousand giggling pixies.

Picture this: You’re strolling through a sun-dappled meadow, the air humming with the sweet symphony of buzzing bees. You catch a glimpse of a cozy picnic blanket spread under an ancient oak tree. And there, sitting cross-legged with a mischievous glint in their eye, is our hero—the Beekeeper.

“The Beekeeper’s Picnic” isn’t just a game; it’s a feast for the senses.

Bee-tiful Landscapes: Our concept artists have conjured up rolling hills, sunflower mazes, and babbling brooks. Each stroke of their digital paintbrush whispers tales of adventure and wonder.

Characters with Wings and Whimsy: Meet the Beekeeper, of course! But also, say hello to the mischievous Bee Brigade, the dapper Dandelion Dukes, and the elusive Honey Queen. Their personalities leap off the canvas, ready to dance through your dreams.

Floral Fantasies: Roses that blush, daisies that giggle, and tulips that tell secrets—our flora isn’t just decorative; it’s alive! You’ll want to pluck petals and listen closely. Who knows what they’ll reveal?

Buzzworthy Details: Ever wondered how a bee’s backpack looks? Or what a butterfly’s favorite snack is? Dive into the nitty-gritty—the pollen-dusted boots, the dew-kissed wings, and the honey-scented bookmarks.