#hm/cherry blossom

[hwaightme]

Wait you've read my work? Which ones?

Ive gone all 🙈

Seriously though, it was a beautiful piece and it was the perfect setting for yunho's live

Yes I have omg!!! The first ones that immediately come to mind are ofc the natal chart analyses, also Joong's and Yunho's late bloomer hcs, and then 9:49PM for Hwa is just 🥺❤ thank you so much for your work~~

And separately I 90-degree bow to you thank you thank you 🥺❤

[53v3nfrn5]

Harvest Moon: A Wonderful Life (2004)

[awkwardshyfangirl]

[nobuverse]

@witchofthedeepwood || Plotted

It feels like hot iron's filling her lungs. The crushing weight on her chest is unbearable, her sides cramping with the continuous force it took for her hack and wheeze - any desperate attempt she can make to get a breath in.

ah - it's been a while since it's been this bad.

She should have taken the hint this morning - to recognize that familiar pain in her joints to tell her that this illness was on the verge of rearing its ugly head again.

But Okita had never been one to listen to her body. Always pushing the limits of what was possible. Ignoring pain and exhaustion had always been the norm for her. ( Because anything was better than being alone with her thoughts).

Had she known it would have been this severe, though, she'd have chosen to stay in her room - as to not burden anyone else. Practically anywhere would have been a better pick than the often-used simulator - which someone was bound to notice she'd been using for far too long now without any progress.

"Ah...a.."

She can't even suck in enough breath to speak a comprehensive sentence. Her head barely wants to listen to her as it lifts up to approaching footsteps. It doesn't do her much good, anyway - her vision's too blurry to make out who it is.

"H...he...hel.."

One hand claws at the ground at the ground, attempting to bring herself forward, even in a crawl. The other grasps at her haori, now covered in blood and mucus.

Help me.

[eerna]

Me, rewatching the Noragami ova when it cuts to Yato looking at the Sakura Tree:

I vividly remember it was because he never had anyone to go cherry blossom viewing with before. What a clown I was

[chiisana-lion]

auauwhahhqgwggfg. ow

[gaymgrl]

[2014subuwuflorister]

more pics of the garden from today! only planted about 7000 plants today. pictured above is one of our long strip beds with 2000 begonias laid out in a candy cane stripe pattern. also pleased with how my pots are starting to bloom! (that last one wasnt designed by me tho, just loved how it looks!!)

[peknie]

cherry blossom cat

cherry blossom cat

[loverboybitch]

warming back up to the idea that maybe im slightly pretty or at least could be.//.

[cetoddle]

feathered kaito title is so close…yet so far ..

[hwaightme]

new theme because i crave spring

[astrxealis]

oh. soon. i’ll finally get that flower crown in ffxiv i have wanted ever since the first time i saw it more than a year ago

[ellielatinagf]

Lacrosse Ellie!!!

Summary: your best friend Dina invited you to a lacrosse game her boyfriend was in. Then you see someone who catches your eye.

Warnings: some mild profanity, I think that’s all

Part 2 | Part 3 | part 4

“Cmon Loser!!” Your best friend, Dina, giggled.

“I told Avery we’d both be there!” Dina said “And besides what else do you have to do other than watch tik tok?” You couldn’t bails on Avery. She’s been your friend since middle school. You loved Dina to death of course, but sometimes Dina was such a good friend she pushed you out of your comfort zone. She meant well.

“Fine…I don’t even know anything about rugby or whatever it is..” you hugged as Dina was picking out a cute outfit from your closet

“Lacrosse” Dina corrected “ and don’t worry about it, just cheer when everyone else does. That’s what I do” she joked causing you two to giggle. After getting ready you and dina walked to your high school football field. There was a huge amount of people which surprised you at how many people actually like the sport.

You and Dina sat in the bottom of the bleachers towards the middle for the best view of the game. Finally, someone on the PA system started to announce the players as players started to flood into the field.

“Ladies and gentleman please welcome the Santa Monica Wolves and the home of the Jackson Mustangs!” The man boomed. Everyone was cheering including yourself.

“GO AVERY!” Dina yelled and you laughed. Avery looked over and waved at you both in the stands and smiled. The whistle blew and in a flash the players started running and all you saw was the flash of the ball

“Wait Dina, what side is ours?!” You yelled over the loud roar of the crowd. Dina laughed at your confusion of the game.

“The right side. Our team is wearing blue and yellow” Dina said. You made an interesting face at the fact. Blue and yellow? Interesting choice. You watched the game, now starting to understand the rules. It seemed simple enough but you knew it must be more difficult to physically do. You watched players throw the ball with precision and speed. You started to think about how you would do on that field. Horrible? Probably. But worth a shot. Then your thoughts got interrupted.

*crash*

You looked in front of you last the railing used the seal off the crowd and field. In front of you was a player from your school under a player in grey uniform. The girl in grey got up and spat on the girl in your school uniform

“Watch it..pal” the girl shouted. She sneered and walked away

Damn she’s buff you thought. You saw her grip her lacrosse stick and wipe the small trail of blood off her nose.

You looked back at the other girl. The first thing you noticed was her auburn hair. It was short, maybe shoulder length. It was in a half up half down style. Then your eyes averted to her build. She wasn’t super buff like the other girl, But she had some muscle. You saw her get up. She was taller than you. You look at her face. Finally. Her face was sprinkled with freckles. Her pink lips were the shade of a cherry blossom. Those eyes. God…those green eyes. They looked like two shining emeralds. Her expression was angry, no, more than angry. She wiped her face. The sweat that made her baby hairs stick to her face were scattered around her hairline.

“Ellie?! Are you okay?!” Dina yelled at the girl. Ellie. A name for that gorgeous face. On second thought, the face was a bit damaged. Blood was gushing out her nose and trickling down her mouth. You looked at the back of her jersey. Williams. Ellie Williams. Hm..what about Y/n Williams? You shook your head at the thought.

“M’good” the green eyed beauty shouted back. She looked back at you. The eye contact was enough to make you faint. You felt your cheeks get warm. She gave you a smirk. A goofy, bloody smirk.

She ran back to the field. Unfortunately she got substituted for another player, but that didn’t stop your eyes from being glued to her.

“Dina…how do you know that girl?” You asked

“Els? She’s in my art class” Dina replied. Art? You love Dina but art isn’t really her style. She attempted to draw you in 8th grade and you wounded up looking like if peppa pig had a long lost sister who was secretly a crocodile.

“You take art?” You asked in a teasing manner

“Shut up I need the credits” Dina said playfully shoving your arm. “That’s where Ellie comes in”

“Okay Picasso” you chuckled and Dina gives you a sly smirk. The rest of the game your eyes are fixated on Ellie. Thinking about her. Her voice. How her lips feel. Her touch. You caught yourself and shook yourself back to reality. Just in time too as you saw the people in the bleachers start to walk off.

You and Dina wait outside the locker room for Avery. You and Dina talking about how to correctly spell gray. The door opens and it wasn’t Avery who walked out.

It was Ellie

“Hey Els!” Dina smiles and inspects Ellie’s nose and bruise

“Hey Din” Ellie replied. Her voice. God it was so raspy. The way she talks so non-chalantly almost made you obsess with her even more. You smiled at Ellie.

“Hey You” she smiled. Your heart did a backflip and summersault at the same time.

“Hey…bud” You cringed. Even Dina have you a sideways look.

Wtf? What did I just say…? WHY?!

“I’m sorry! I’m so sorry. Um hi. I’m so dumb I’m sorry” you said starting to laugh out of nervousness.

Ellie chuckled and looked into your eyes again. Your breath hitched as she gave you a warm smile. You felt so…enamored by her you forgot everything. You forgot where you were. Hell you even forgot Dina was there. Who in fact was enjoying the show of watching you stutter over your words.

“You enjoy the show?” Ellie asked you softly.

“Me? Oh yeah it was cool. I mean until you got hurt but it was a good game” you said.

Nice one. Look at me, the rizz master.

“We lost princess” ellie chuckled

Oh

“I-I mean…we put up a good fight!” You stuttered. Ellie laughed and Dina was trying to hide her smile.

“I’ll catch you later babe” Ellie said walking away smiling and laughing. BABE?! That did it for you. Your face was so red you were gonna faint and have a stroke.

“Ooooh…Ellie Williams huh?” Dina asked smirking after Ellie left.

“Huh? What do you mean?” You asked knowing exactly what the brunette was talking about

“As your best friend, I approve of Williams” she giggled. Your face somehow got even more red.

“Dina…do you have Ellie’s insta…by chance?” You asked. For some reason, you needed that gorgeous woman

Okay it’s off to a rough start but bear with me😭 I might make a part two where reader makes an excuse to study with Ellie and learns more about her. Thanks for reading! Free Palestine 🇵🇸

Credits for artwork: Izabesos TwT on Pinterest

[underscorewriting]

pretty pink flowers and that bloody cherry blossom tree.

Simon "Ghost" Riley x reader

Flowers.

All she ever dreamed of was to plant pretty pink flowers in their garden. Their garden in the back of their home. The home they were going to buy.

The home they would start a family in and settle down.

"Hm, how do you feel about flowers, Simon?" Her voice filled his mind as memories flashed before his eyes. A soft chuckle rumbled in his chest as he looked up to her from his book with a raised eyebrow.

"Flowers?" His voice was filled with amusement as he put the book aside, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "What would you need flowers for, love?"

His words were greeted with an eye-roll. "Plant them, Simon, I want to plant them." Trying to be serious her act quickly broke as a bright grin spread across her face, before she plopped herself down next to him, pulling one of the couch cushions onto her lap, hugging it to her chest.

Simons eyes followed her movements, a hint of a soft smile playing at the corner of his mouth. Admiration was visible in his eyes.

Admiration for her smile.

Admiration for the way she loved.

Admiration for her being.

"I'll plant some pretty pink flowers in out garden," A look of confusion passed his features. "Our garden?" The amusement in his voice was even more noticeable, this whole conversation was funny to him, yet he enjoyed it just as much, maybe even more, than the ones they normally had.

"The one in the house we're going to buy, silly!" The grin on her face grew bigger as she saw Simon fight a smile of his own.

She had it all planned out. Their whole future. He wouldn't have it any other way.

Thoughts about future troubled him, left him restless. Thoughts about future made her happy, excited for what's to come.

The young girl had dreams, big ones and most of them included him, well maybe even all of them. Her thoughts were filled with him, ever since she met him she was intoxicated by his presence and now his presence was everywhere. She loved it.

Simon saw it as his job to make the dreams come true, to fulfill every little wish that leaves her lips. If she wanted pink flowers in the backyard of a house they're going to get? She'll damn well get that as soon as it's possible for Simon to do.

"Pink flowers, got that. Anything else you want, pretty girl?"

Anything she'd want. She just had to say the words.

He would build their home with his own bare hands, working night and day, if the words just left her pretty lips.

A soft laugh escaped her, some hair falling into her face. Almost as if it was bodily instinct, he reached out and twirled the little strand around his thumb and index finger, a small smile now clearly visible on the cold soldiers face before he secured the strand behind her ear.

His hand stayed on her cheek. He wasn't ready to let go of her warmth yet. He would never be ready to let go of it.

"A cherry blossom tree, I want a cherry blossom tree next to a small pond."

Her eyes searched for his only to find them already admiring her with the most intense look of love in them. She knew it was impossible, but she wanted to challenge him.

"Okay."

Simons voice was soft, but he wouldn't say more. Simon "Ghost" Riley was known to be a man, that lets his actions speak, rather than making empty threads of promises.

The both of them didn't know how quick it was to change. No one knew how bad the situation would be. They thought it was going to be an easy mission, it was the only reason why the med-team was allowed to leave the tent to take a breather once in a while.

It was supposed to be a quick in and back out, no troubles. But they had the wrong information and everything turned into complete mayhem.

The building was supposed to be empty, but there were dozens of snipers on the roof, hidden in the windows, scattered around the area. Graves said it would be safe.

It wasn't.

As soon as Simon realized what was happening his eyes widened. Everything was as if it slowed down. He turned back around to the medical tent as soon as he heard Soaps voice. "L.t. the building is not clear! Snipers everywhere!"

It felt as if Johnnys words manifested them to start, as if they just needed and wanted them to know that they were here. "The med tent, Johnny! Get them fucking out of here!" Simon, the cold ruthless soldier didn't care if Soap heard the fear in his voice, because his mind could only think about her, the pink flowers, the house, the bloody cherry blossom tree.

His feet almost gave out as he ran back to the medical tent.

His heart was racing. His eyes watering.

Everything he cared about was in danger, he couldn't lose someone again. Especially not her.

Boom.

The fabric of the tent flew in various directions accompanied by painful screams.

No. It couldn't be. His throat felt like it was closing.

"Simon!" A voice called from the direction of the tent and his heart stopped as he saw her run up to him.

"Fucking hell." He felt like he could breath again as he got closer to her.

A quiet gasp. Blood splattering onto his mask.

No.

Blood was pouring from her stomach as she held onto it, being pushed backwards from the force of the weapon. Her eyes slowly raised from the wounds locking with his.

He hated what he saw. He hated seeing her fear.

"Simon..." Her lips were already painted red from the blood gathering in her mouth.

He was quick to catch her before her knees gave out completely. "Don't talk, don't fucking talk. " His voice broke as he tried to reach Soap. "Johnny call Price. Call fucking Price!" He was panicking. His hand was pressed against her wound. "My dad will be okay, Simon..."

Her voice was weak. "My beautiful Simon..." A small smile was on her face as she reached up to cup his mask covered cheek. Tears fell from his eyes as he looked down on her.

She was fading.

"It's okay..." He shook his head slightly as he tried to talk.

"It's not, love." His voice was trembling with emotions. Simon felt the same pain he felt when he lost his mother, maybe even worse.

"The world didn't deserve you..."

Her voice was fading.

"Stop talking. You shouldn't talk." He knew the wound was fatal. He couldn't safe her.

A weak chuckle left her before she coughed up more blood.

"I love you, don't forget that okay? I love you so much, Simon."

The words took her last energy, she could barely finish them.

When Soap found Ghost he was still holding her body close. It took Price, her father, to come and get Simon to let go of her.

To let her get carried away.

Simon didn't talk to anyone for mere months, maybe even a year.

But one morning Price woke up to knocking on his door, as he opened the door he saw Simon waiting outside. He didn't say a word but nodded to his truck. Price had a hard time as well this past year, it was filled with sadness, anger and hate.

He was angry at Simon. He was angry at himself. And he was angry at her.

Following Simon they sat quietly in the car driving god knows where.

The first thing he saw was a house. Simons eyes were empty as he unlocked the door. In the wardrobe they were some coats and boots she always used to wear.

This wasn't just Simon buying a house.

It was Simon buying her a home and fulfilling her dreams.

But he didn't stop in the house, he lead Price to the backyard. It felt as if it was getting easier to breath for both of them.

Arriving in the backyard it was surrounded by pink flowers.

In the middle there was a small pond right next to a cherry blossom tree.

On the cherry blossom tree there was a sign, but Price had a hard time believing what he saw, Simon did all that in a year?

"Simon..."

"I started with this two years ago... After the mission I wanted to show her the house and propose in the garden." He didn't turn to Price, his hand being clenched into fists at his sides.

A soft chuckle left Simon. "She didn't think I'd be able to plant the fucking tree. I only planted it... after. The pond was hard but I managed."

Price felt his throat close with emotions as Simon walked up to the tree, placing a hand close to the sign and squatting down next to it, whispering something quietly.

"This is our home, even if she won't be able to live in it anymore." Simons voice broke quietly as he rested his forehead against the trunk of the tree.

Price walked up behind Simon and placed a comforting hand on his shoulder.

He wasn't alone with this pain.

As Price studied the sign on the tree he couldn't fight the tears anymore.

"For the things you didn't get to see. For the pretty pink flowers you didn't get to plant. The home you never got to decorate. The bloody cherry blossom tree, you didn't think we'd have. My love."

Underneath the words her name was written in Simons handwriting.

Her dying had a part of Simon die too.

"She would love this, Simon."

"It's all hers."

[redwinterroses]

There’s a cherry tree in the middle of the redwood forest.

False isn’t sure what to make of that. She shifts her grip on the staff in her hand, its pale glow reflecting faintly off the fresh snow. She’s come out here for resources—the vault altar is demanding logs, and these giant trees are an easy source—but the incongruous sight of an enormous, blossoming cherry tree sending pink petals wafting on the frozen wind…

She wonders if this is what fish feel like, when they see a lure.

“Hello?” she calls, her voice echoing off the trees. The world stands in permanent semi-twilight here, and the deeper shadows hide the mobs that will venture out come nightfall. A sneak of creepers is bedded down in a sweetberry bramble just on the other side of the clearing, and False tenses when the lead boar lifts his head, but he apparently doesn’t deem her worth stalking so early in the day. 

There is no other reaction to her call.

False is of half a mind just to head back home and farm her own dang trees. It’s not like the vaultar is picky about the kinds of logs—she could just as easily grow up a bunch of birch and throw those in there. But that will take so much longer… not to mention she’s not sure if there are even enough saplings in her storage.

She unhooks her enchantment-glittered axe from her belt and pauses to mentally poke at her mana reserves. Plenty high. Whatever’s lingering near this tree, it can hardly be worse than what she deals with on the daily in the vaults. Overworld dangers are barely a challenge anymore.

The logic of that doesn’t change the uneasy feeling that buzzes over her skin though. 

Venturing further into the clearing. False’s gaze traces up the trunk of the cherry tree, following its branches to where they terminate in lush bursts of pink and white blooms. A sweet smell drifts on the wind. She wrinkles her nose, reminded of compost piles and fermented spiders’ eyes. 

The tree’s branches stretch long and low—a canopy of their own, heavy with flowers and dark, glossy leaves. The space underneath is filled with falling flowers and a fog of pollen, the air moisture-thick like a lush cave.

Lifting one hand, False catches a falling petal on her fingertip.

It sizzles as it touches her skin, stinging and buzzing like live redstone.

She hisses through her teeth, shaking her hand and letting the petal fall to the forest floor. “What the heck?”

Another petal tumbles past her face, and she watches it with narrowed eyes—right until it fizzles out of existence a few pixels above the forest floor.

“Glitch,” she mutters. “That’s… not good.”

Iskall needs to know about this—it could be a bug from one of the new updates, or it could be something deeper in the code, but either way: this glitched tree is a problem. She’s probably lucky it just stung her.

She reaches for her communicator, raising it to take a pic of the cherry tree.

“Oh, hi there, False!”

False yelps, spinning around with her axe ready to swing.

Gem is standing behind her, a wreath of cherry blossoms tangled in her hair and antlers, leaning casually on a tall staff of blooming cherry wood. Her smile is wide, and sap flows over her fingers, pale golden, dripping down her arms to leave dark spots on the faded denim of her overalls.

“Gem!” False lowers her axe. “Oh my gosh, you scared me. I didn’t know you were doing Vault Hunters.”

“Hm?” Gem raises one eyebrow, and for a moment her eyes flicker to red and then purple before settling back on green. “Oh—I’m not doing Vault Hunters, False.” Her voice is amused, almost chiding.

“Oh.” False feels unexpectedly small—which is impressive, considering she’s nearly half a block taller than Gem. 

More of the glitched petals fall, resting on Gem’s hair and slowly melting into it like snowflakes. The brief moment of relief when False had seen Gem’s familiar grin is fading into something like the sensation of freefall. 

“What’cha up to?” Gem asks, and her face blinks from one expression to the next like a bad video message. Her clothes are blue—no, green—no, bloodstained and grey—no, blue. They’ve always been blue.

False takes a step back.

“Uh, not much…” she glances up at the redwoods. “Just doing some… resource gathering. You know.”

“Cool!” Gem giggles, and stands up straight. False tenses, but Gem only spins around her staff and waves a hand at the glitched tree. “I didn’t realize this was an occupied server—are there many people here?”

There’s a buzzing in False’s skull, and she blinks rapidly. A muscle twitches under her eye. 

“Um…”

“I guess it doesn’t really matter.” Gem lifts one hand and grabs one of the lowest branches of the cherry tree. She really should not have been able to reach that.

Swinging herself up with the lithe, effortless strength of a cat, she perches on the limb and stares down at False. The grin is gone from her face now, and she looks down at False with bright eyes.

“Etho’s not here, is he?”

False opens her mouth to answer, the words yes, of course he is, I can take you to him heavy on her lips… And with effort, she swallows them back. 

They taste of sweet rot.

“Why... why doesn’t what matter?” she asks instead.

Gem stares at her for a long moment, expressionless. The flowers woven through her antlers are growing of their own accord, twining up to caress their brethren in the branches overhead. 

Then she smiles broadly, flashing teeth that nearly glow white in the dappled shadows. “Oh!” she exclaims. “No reason! I’m only passing through, is all.”

“You’re not… you’re not sticking around?” False tries—and mostly fails—to sound disappointed.

“Naaaaah…” Gem stands and walks along the branch, as secure and balanced as if it were a stone floor. The flowers in her hair flow along behind her, sliding from the branches and falling like a cape down her back. “Worldhopping is easy. Staying in one spot is way harder.” 

False watches the flowers move and swirl, their smooth, strange motion ensnaring her attention. The buzzing is back, too. Like bees, drunk on honey and sleepy in their hive.

“World hopping…?” she manages. “With admin commands?”

Gem’s laugh is as brilliant as a knife and as sharp as a spark. “False!” she crows. “You say the funniest things.”

False laughs. It seems appropriate. She isn’t sure why.

“Anyway,” Gem continues, fading into one patch of blossoms and reappearing on the other side of it. Her eyes are sprays of cherry flowers now. Her antlers are branches. “Anyway, cherry trees are all the same. They make it easy to get around.”

“That…” doesn’t make sense, False wants to say. But her lips are heavy, and coated in sticky sap. Maybe it doesn’t really matter.

“Oops! Behind you, False!” 

Gem’s chirped warning is flaked in glee, and False turns around, as slow as if her feet are buried in soul sand.

The creepers she had seen—the entire sneak—are standing behind her, pink flowers blooming from their eyes. 

“Oh no.”

The boar’s blinded head snaps toward her voice, hissing. He starts to aggro, bioluminescent streaks flashing from his snout to flanks in increasingly-swift pulses of light.

“See ya in season ten, False!” Gem cries out cheerfully.

The axe drops from False’s nerveless fingers, trailing strings of sap. She smells the inescapable stench of burning gunpowder, overlaid with rot.

“...Dangit.”

[FalseSymmetry was blown up by a creeper]

~*~

Jerking upright in her own bed, False swipes wildly at her face, trying to smear away tree sap that isn’t there. 

“What the heck, Gem?” she exclaims at her empty base. Her voice falls flat, swallowed up by the sky that surrounds her builds. The clock above her head ticks impatiently, and she huffs in frustration, pushing up out of her bed. All her tools, gone—her levels, gone... and after all that she still needs those logs for the vault. 

Grumbling, she starts pulling backup gear from various chests, trying to cobble together something that can get her back to the redwood grove before her items despawn—assuming they hadn’t all been obliterated by a second or third creeper explosion. She glances at the vaulter, and freezes.

It’s been completed. The crystal floats gently atop the stone pedestal, gleaming with an inner light. 

And, tumbled at the base of the vaulter—abandoned, more than was needed to fill the crystal’s requirements:

Half a stack of cherry logs.