#primerose

[annoushka66]

[lecv140291]

Time Slip Ichimannen: Prime Rose (Especial)

[20may]

What make a flower bee-friendly?

It provides a healthy diet. Flowers that attract bees provide abundant nectar and pollen, the only sources of carbohydrates and protein in a bee’s diet. While some bees, called “generalists,” aren’t picky about the type of flower, others are “specialists” and need pollen from particular plants.

It’s the right color. If you thought red or yellow was a bee’s favorite flower color, guess again. They actually see flowers in the blue and purple color spectrum better than other hues and are naturally attracted to them. (Interestingly, flowers in the blue-purple range produce the most nectar.) Bees can also see ultraviolet light, and many flowers have ultraviolet nectar guides that are invisible to us but lead bees right to their sweet treat.

It’s the perfect shape. Some bees prefer certain flowers because of their shape. Often these preferences are determined by the length of a bee’s tongue. For example, long-tongued bees seek out tubular, deep-throated blooms while short-tongued species visit flowers with easily accessible nectar, such as those in the daisy family.

It's just the right size. Sizewise, honeybees often flock to tiny flowers, while larger bees shun them because they are too small to support their weight.

It's single. Regardless of flower shape or size, avoid cultivars with showy double flowers. While attractive, they often make it more difficult for bees to access nectar and pollen than single flowers.

It’s chemical-free. Don't treat your flowers with pesticides, which are extremely toxic to honeybees and other beneficial insects. Instead, opt for eco-friendly treatments and apply them in early morning or at dusk when there are few bees around. Also, avoid buying plants pretreated with systemic chemicals that, even in small doses, can be harmful to bees.

It blooms at the right time. Although spring and summer may seem to be when bees are at their busiest, some early-emerging bees rely on pollen and nectar from late winter and very early spring blooms. In the fall, bees feast on late-blooming plants in preparation for winter hibernation.

Early-season bloomers: Crocus, hyacinth, primrose, hellebore, maples, redbuds, willows, oaks, and dandelion

Late-season bloomers: Potentilla, viburnum, aster, sunflower, goldenrod.

Join the virtual event entitled “Bee engaged with Youth” to celebrate with us the World Bee Day 2024!

[pewpewae]

oh oh! as an ask for your cookie run OCs: do they have pets? and if they don't, how do they imagine them if they had?

Blue raspberry has a poodle like raspberry mouse, buttercream has dream butterflies and primrose has the blueberry bird that pure vanilla holds sometimes!!

[thebeautycove]

ATELIER DES ORS - VILLA PRIMEROSE - Memory Lane Collection - Eau de Parfum - Novità 2024 -

Perfume Art. To enhance imagination, evoke memories, deepest emotions. A powerful trigger to remind experience of the past in which scent has been a destiny sign, a prompt guide to a marvelous time journey, from ancient eras to living present and more, a capsule to dive the unknown future. No one, for any reason, can escape this astonishing bewitchment. All life long.

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Destinazione raggiunta per Atelier des Ors che con la nuova collezione Memory Lane, di cui Villa Primerose e Blue Madeleine sono le iniziali creazioni a firma Marie Salamagne, ci riserva un viaggio alla scoperta di ricordi ed emozioni da far scintillare nel cuore, sensazioni profonde che solo un profumo sa riportare alla mente e conservare nel tempo.

Sensi sedotti da Villa Primerose fragranza che celebra un luogo incantevole, testimone degli albori della profumeria a Grasse.

Villa Primerose è una sontuosa residenza ottocentesca restituita al suo originario splendore da Jean-Philippe Clermont e destinata ad ospitare il cuore pulsante dell’attività della Maison, tra cultura olfattiva, sperimentazione, stile ed eleganza creativa.

Qui i ricordi diventano materia viva e si traducono in un esemplare richiamo all’antica tradizione pellettiera artigianale grassoise, ai primordi della profumeria, quando si realizzavano guanti per la nobiltà dell’epoca, opportunamente profumati con pregiate essenze floreali per annullare l’odore acuto della concia del pellame.

Detto fatto. Fatalità di note, sono rosa e cuoio a citare il patrimonio olfattivo delle origini, binomio odoroso tra passato e futuro, contrasto aromatico tra delicatezza e forza. 

Un omaggio alle proprie radici, riportate alla luce in questa meravigliosa scrittura aromatica che esalta la mitica rosa centifolia, sublima le sue sfumature nel tocco speziato di cardamomo e pepe rosa, la accosta, senza limitarne l’estensione, al vezzo poudre nostalgico di ambretta e iris, infine ne armonizza la fragrante generosità nel robusto allestimento finale con la nota cuoio, amorevolmente alleati e complici, si concedono ad un prolungato apprezzamento nell’impronta di muschio e legni ambrati. Passato Presente e molto Futuro.

Creata da Marie Salamagne.

Il flacone Maison sfoggia un delicata nuance rosa, all'interno i magici fiocchi dorati scintillano nel liquido. 

Eau de Parfum 100 ml.   Online qui 

©thebeautycove   @igbeautycove

[lorenzoberni]

Nora’s lips.

Primerose Hill, London //October 2023

Jewels by @luciegledhilljewellery

@norandronaco

@rubysartistry___

@lorenzo_berni

[wifdc]

𝐄𝐱𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐌𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐨𝐟 𝐅𝐚𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐀𝐝𝐨𝐛𝐞 𝐏𝐫𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐑𝐨𝐬𝐞 - 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐃𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐬 𝐃𝐞𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧 𝐢𝐧 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝

Step into a world of limitless creativity and innovation with Adobe PrimeRose - the magical dress that changes design and pattern in just one second. Join the revolution of fashion and technology, and elevate your style to new heights…

Regards, Waves Institute of Fashion Designing

[fertilitylens]

How Evening primrose oil can affect fertility + benefits and Risks

The fertility benefits of Evening primrose oil are attributed to its rich gamma-linolenic acid and omega-6 fatty acids content [1, 2] which studies suggest may improve reproductive function in older women by improving hormonal systems and promoting blood flow to the genital region and reproductive organs [3]. It can also help improve sperm quality in males [4]. This article explores how evening…

[lefabuleuxdestinde5wewi6]

[daisydaisybilly]

Wild flowers | s.p

pairing: Sejanus x gn!reader

summary: Sejanus finds you in the meadow

warnings: mainly fluff, small mentions of the games and some light spoilers for the movie and book

word count: 800

a/n: saw the movie a few nights ago and wow, I’m me fashion i did like the book better but the movie was still amazing and I have the old therebefore on repeat . I wrote this for my bestie because she couldn’t find Sejanus fics. This probably could be edited better

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The summer air was sweet, the flowers of the meadow had bloomed overnight, as far as the eye could see. Lily of the valley, young primeroses , deep purple violets, and dozens more you couldn’t name.

Hidden behind a massive tree, its leaves shading you from the harsh sun. This time of year in district 12 was unbearable. Only the rich could afford to keep cool, and you certainly wasn’t that.

Six days out of the week you worked in the local doctor’s. It couldn’t quite be called a hospital but it was one of the only places people could go and get medical care.

You lent back against the tree, weaving your hands through the tall grass and flowers. Bees buzzed but gave no mind to you. The day was turning out well, you had brought some fresh bakers bread and a lump of cheese, and a jug of water. Simple and delicious.

The mockingjays song hit your ears, the tune was familiar but the name escaped you. Humming along, some words came to mind.

Here it's safe, here it's warm

Here the daisies guard you from every harm

Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true

Here is the place where I love you

Deep in the meadow, a song a local brand was known to play, you had only seen them a handful of times but the songs stuck. Like it had for the birds.

The sound of stones falling and fallen twigs snapping pulled you out of a dream and jumping to your feet, frowning in the sunlight you spotted, Sejanus Plinth.

Sejanus had been a peacekeeper once but shortly after he had found his way to the doctors, where he was training to be a medic. He rarely spoke about this life before 12 but from the times he had (and from what the doctors said) he came from a rich family in the capitol.

“You following me, Sejanus?” you asked. Your tone was serious, his whole body went still. Then you laughed. “Come sit with me then, might even share my food with you”.

In his hand he carried a brown paper bag, “then I guess you can have some of mine”. He dropped the bag in your lap, opening the bag you found cookies.

Now this was proof he was rich, the baker sold cookies but only the other merchants could afford them Sejanus went on to explain, his Ma had sent them, blushing the whole time.

The shy blushed look made you laugh, “that’s very sweet of her, she must miss you an awful lot”.

“Just as I miss her” he replied in a sad voice.

“You might see her again, learn enough and you could go back to her” you said, laying a hand over his. His hands were cold, cold hands warm heart you mama used to say.

“I don’t want to go back there” he said.

What you said next came as a surprise to even her, “I can teach you a few things, like what plants heal and where to find them”.

“You’d do that” he asked unsure.

“Of course. We don’t have many doctors here and if you’re planning on staying I’d teach you”. You stood, putting the cookies on your bag. “There’s a lake deeper in the woods, you’ll find all the best stuff there”.

He followed and stood up looking through the trees, maybe he didn’t trust you and thought you were leading him to his death.

“Hey” you touched his hand again, “keep north and you’ll find the lake then it’s south to get back, you can trust me”.

He smiled and suddenly the sun seemed dimmer, he took your hand and squeezed it ,“okay, I trust you”.

The hike took a few hours, but the sight of the lake proved it was worth it. You found a patch of herbs close by one of the old houses, it might have been someone’s garden once.

You showed him peppermint that helped with nausea, liquorice to reduce swelling, lemon balm for sleep and any others you could make without the book of herbs and flowers you had at home.

“Where did you learn all this?” He rubbed a peppermint leaf between his finger and thumb. You pick a lemon Balm inhaling the smell, smiling.

“My mama was an apothecary, always been my dream to follow in her footsteps. What about you? Do you have any dreams?”.

“To help people anyway I can”

It was so easy to talk to him, somewhere in your heart you knew he’d understand. Maybe it was his eyes, brown the colour of chocolate. Sejanus was sweet, too sweet for the world, you thought that if it rained he’d melt away like sugar.

“I have a feeling you’re gonna do wonderful things Sejanus” I smiled and he smiled back.

[chic-a-gigot]

Journal des Dames et des Modes, Supplément aux Costume Parisien, 11 mai 1798, An 6, (35): St Aubin dans Primerose. Costume d'une Villageoise Provençale. Collection of the Rijksmuseum, Netherlands

Costume of a villager from the province: a tunic with short sleeves, on a skirt with a (decorative) apron with diamond pattern. Hat with a tied ribbon, over which a cloth with diamond pattern, tied under the chin. Further accessories: stockings, flat shoes with pointed toes. The print is part of a supplement to the fashion magazine Journal des Dames et des Modes, published by Sellèque, Paris, 1797-1839.

[nia-back-up-account]

New TGMD OC, a beautiful Rat lady and the owner of an underground club called "Red Ruby" , the famous Primerose.

[mariamakeslemons]

Chapter 5 (Killer Rabbit)

Well, that Drama didn't last all that long. Huh.

TW: talk of past rape/drugging in magical form, mild gore, some horror aspects, mild form of harassment

Gaz sits in the meeting room, frowning down at his lap while waiting for Price to enter with this other witch. Ghost continues to stare him down, obviously trying to gauge if he’s being controlled by you, while Soap sits awkwardly beside his boyfriend. Out of the other members of 141, the only one who doesn’t think Gaz might be under a spell is his fellow Sargeant.

“Now,” Price says, arriving to the room with a witch trailing behind, “Miss Primerose will check you over.”

“A pleasure,” the witch intones, hefting up a bag and starts pulling out some strange instruments, “Now, who is the witch you believe put a spell or curse on him?” Gaz says your name with a pause of hesitation. The witch pauses herself, blinks once, twice, before immediately putting the instruments back into her bag.

“This consultation is free,” she tells Price before turning to Gaz and stating, “You aren’t cursed by them.”

“Wut?” Ghost asks, confused as Soap practically vibrates in his seat, the look on his face screaming ‘I-told-you-so’.

“They literally can’t,” Primrose said, “Their bloodline is specifically cursed to be unable to force anyone to fall in love with them or manipulate them like that.” Gaz furrows his brows at that while even Price frowns at her words.

“Why woul’ they do tha’?” Soap asks, having settled enough to act like an adult.

“Well, most witches, usually strong ones, have a familiar. That familiar can change form,” she explains slowly, obviously planning out her words carefully, “The familiar itself is in an animal form that relates to their soulmate in some manner. Then, it can actually shift into the physical appearance of their soulmate.” Primerose looks at Gaz and hums thoughtfully, tilting her head, “The soulmate isn’t necessarily romantic, nor is the witch her soulmate’s soulmate. So, some have gone out of their way to try and force relationships with these soulmates.”

The older witch goes on to explain how your ancestor did just that, going so far as to force her soulmate to ingest a love potion before basically raping him. Once the ancestor fell pregnant with child, her soulmate basically condemned her and fled, leaving her to raise the child on her own. That child then went on to become one of the most infamous witches of all time, powerful beyond belief with no soulmate attached to them. Eventually, the child died, but not before leaving behind their own child. That child went to find Merlin himself and begged to have a spell placed on their bloodline. That none of their blood will ever force their soulmate or anyone else to love them through magical means.

“…So, why is m’ Sargeant so smitten with them?” Price asks.

“The very thing I’ve been talking about this whole time,” Primrose answers, “Soulmates. It’s likely that Sargeant Garrick has some magic in his blood from an ancestor, enough to recognize his soulmate with accuracy.” Gaz freezes, his thoughts screeching to a halt. You, his soulmate? Could that be the answer? Something in him practically screams ‘yes’, letting his mind race once more. He shakes his head, putting that question to the side to focus on another, different question.

“Um, I have a question,” he says. The witch turns to him curiously as Gaz asks, “Is there any meaning to a familiar shrinking?”

“That’s a bit tricky,” she hums, tapping her cheek thoughtfully, “It’s either the witch is shrinking them to preserve space or make the familiar easier to travel. Or, something is draining their magic.” Gaz clenches his fist, recalling how Ogun had shrunk before them, how the phoenix seemed to be shrinking before his very eyes. Eventually, all the other questions they had about any basics of magic were answered as well and Price sends Primerose out with a thanks and the 141 sits in contemplative silence.

“I’m sorry,” Price starts, keeping eye contact with Gaz, “I should’ve known you’d be able to fend off a spell or two.” Gaz accepts it with a quirk of his lips and a nod.

“Shouldn’t ‘ve jumped t’ conclusions,” Ghost grumbles, the Lieutenant’s form of an apology. Gaz nods, holding up his fist. Ghost huffs and bumps his own fist against it, a reassurance that they’re solid.

“Ah told ye! Ah told ye!” Soap bursts, shooting out of his seat, “Mah Gran sai’ nae witch worth their sal’ woul’ spell some’ne t’ make ‘em lik’ ‘em!”

“Yes, y’ were right,” Ghost huffs, grabbing the Scot and yanking him into his lap, “Now sit.” Soap complies, happily dropping into the Lieutenant’s lap while leaning toward Gaz.

“So, yer gonna go see th’ bonnie witch, righ’?” Soap asks eagerly.

“…Yeah,” Gaz decides, “I’ve got a few things to ask and I wanna know more ‘bout them.”

“I’ll see if I can’t help Laswell keep the higher ups from comin’ down on you and your bird,” Price offers.

“Jus’ don’ do wha’ Ah wouldn’ do!” Soap chirps, only to yelp and let out a creative set of swears after Ghost pushed him off the seat.

“Get ou’ while y’ can,” the Lieutenant intones, shoving his boyfriend down on to the floor when Soap tries to climb back into his lap. Gaz snorts, but complies, heading out to your shop.

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You rub at your head, which has been aching since you got up this morning. Ogun coos softly from his perch while König’s spirit twiddles his fingers.

“So, you’re telling me,” you deadpan, “that you went into a cave, specifically marked as dangerous, and didn’t expect to die?”

“Not by a bunny,” he says, turning his hooded head away. You squeeze your eyes shut in annoyance, knowing exactly what cave he entered and loathing how you’re going to have to drag his fat ass out while fending off The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog.

“Can I say fuck it?” you ask rhetorically, looking up at the ceiling, “Can I please have one day without him dying?”

“Oh Liebling,” König coos, reaching over to try touching you again. You move out of the way, exhaling through your nose hard.

“Shit,” you grumble, “There’s gotta be a way…” The door to your shop opens and Ogun trills excitedly, flying over to Kyle as he enters. You blink before blurting out, “Are you good at hunting?”

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“Is this a weird date, or are we jus’ special?” the balaclava wearing man apparently called Ghost asks, as the rest of Kyle’s team gears up.

“I’m so sorry,” you apologize instead of answering, “I can’t leave the idiot dead for too long, but he’s currently in the territory of a highly dangerous mythical creature, and I can only focus on one spell at a time for some reason and—” Kyle is kind enough to cut you off with his hand over your mouth.

“Okay, Love,” he says to you, “Inhale two, exhale four.” You comply without hesitating, in through your nose and out through your mouth, lips brushing against Kyle’s palm thoughtlessly. He gives you a smile that probably is worse for your heart than any mythical beast ever could.

“So, wut ‘re we huntin’?” The mohawked man, called Soap, asks with a grin as he adjusts his vest.

“The Killer Rabbit of Caerbannog,” you answer against Kyle’s hand. Ghost and the Captain of the team both freeze, although it seems to be for different reasons.

“A rabbit?” the Captain asks with an arched eyebrow, while Ghost groans.

“F’ fuck’s sake,” the masked man grouses, “Y’ should’a told us y’ were huntin’ that fucker.”

“Would you have come?” you can’t help but ask as Kyle pulls away his hand.

“I wouldn’a wanted t’ come,” he confesses, “But I’d come anyway. Can’ let m’ team and m’ dumbass get killed by tha’ fuckin’ rabbit.”

“Who’s th’ dumbass?!” Soap yells, pouting as Ghost turns and blows the most sarcastic air kiss you’ve ever witnessed.

“Apparently, I haven’t been getting as much information on magic beasts as I thought,” the Captain mutters, before clearing his throat, “What are we going up against?”

“Basically a 2 kilo animal that moves absurdly fast, somehow has enough strength to leap over 3 meters with ease, and has prey teeth that work more like predator’s,” you explain, “It’s said that the rabbit actually fought against King Arthur and his knights.”

“Steamin’ Jesus,” Soap sputters out, finally turning his wide eyes toward the cave a good 70 meters or so out, “‘S tha’ why we’re so far oot?”

“Yep,” you admit, riffling through your bag to check the potions and weapons you have managed to bring with you. Already, you can feel the creeping skeletal hands brushing against your throat. The scratching and wailing of the dead screaming at you, damning you for failing to keep König alive. How dare you abandon your Bond, allowing him to languish as the demented Rabbit nibbles on his corpse.

“So, what’s our plan?” the Captain asks, managing to pull you away from the ever encroaching horrors that want to drag you down to the demons for “punishment”.

“We need to distract the Rabbit so I can pull out the idiot’s body safely,” you say, finally freeing the four teleportation talismans you made specifically for them. Passing over the talismans, you continue, “If you think you’re in danger of dying, or I send off the signal flare to say I’ve got his body out of the cave, press on the paper and--” you pause to drop the totem you had made with a huff, “You’ll teleport right back here!”

“‘Ow th’ fuck did y’ carry tha’ ‘round?” Ghost asks after the four men stare at the meter tall, little over 27 kilo totem for a solid minute.

“I literally couldn’t explain it to you,” you chirp, making your smile as big as possible as the ghostly hands start to wrap around your throat, “Let’s go!”

“Fuckin’ hell,” one of them sighs as you run toward the cave, away from the clawing spirits here to punish you for not raising the bastard in a manner of minutes. Luckily, by being closer to his body, the spirits will settle for a bit. Hopefully long enough for the men to distract the Rabbit safely. You slow and wait, listening for gun fire or explosives, anything the men would have brought with them.

Time creeps on as you wait, peering into the cave as best you can without revealing yourself. Luckily, it appears König was killed at the mouth of the cave as his spirit hovers over his body with crossed arms. If you had any real care for the man, you might have wondered why he still wears a hood even as a ghost, but that’s a question for someone who gives a fuck. Suddenly, gunfire. A white blur leaves the cave and you rush in, not even looking at the condition his body is in before dragging him away.

“Hurry, Liebling,” he urges, “Their corpses will only feed the Rabbit for so long.”

“First of all,” you grunt, dragging the half-eaten, semi-rotted body as quickly as you could into the tree line, “They will not die. I won’t let them. Secondly, fuck you and your stupid fat ass for not listening to obvious fucking warnings. And thirdly, shut up.” The giant of a ghost whines, but complies, floating after you as you make it quickly to the tree line. You continue to drag the corpse until the cave is no longer visible, before sending out a wind spell to hide the drag marks. Finally, you lift up your hand and cast up a flare. As soon as it passes the trees, you feel all four of your talismans activate, acting as a beacon to lead you back to the totem.

“I’m baaaack!” you sing, cataloguing all the injuries that these men were kind enough to endure while you grabbed the idiot. Part of Ghost’s mask has been ripped away, leaving behind a scratch, while Soap’s vest looks like it took a few slams of something as he lays on the ground. The Captain’s hat is straight up gone (making you wince) while a bit of dirt is on his nose. Kyle has a black eye and a bite on his left arm.

“Okay, healing first, reviving after,” you declare, heading to Kyle first.

“Thank you, Love,” the Captain sighs, watching you carefully as you work on soothing the enraged blood vessels and closing up the bite wound on your soulmate-who-doesn’t-know-he’s-your-soulmate.

“Aw, com’on,” Soap whines from his spot on the ground, “Why’s ‘e firs’?”

“Favoritism,” Ghost answers for you. You fluster, pulling away from the completely healed Kyle before moving to Ghost next. The first thing you do is pause.

“May I touch your face? Only to heal the scratch,” you explain. The man seems to contemplate your request before giving a short nod, allowing you to touch his exposed cheek gently. You work quickly, ignoring how König is snarling and almost posturing at the men. Once the skin is healed, you fix his mask with a quick flick of your magic. His hand rises to touch his mask curiously as you crouch down to fix Soap’s vest and probably his ribs too.

“Yer too nice,” the Scotsman declares as you focus on his ribs. He turns his head and yells, “Gaz, they’re too nice fer ye! Ye cannae have ‘em!”

“Shut up, Soap,” Kyle replies as you finish Soap’s ribs. You look up at the Captain, hesitating to reach out and touch him, only for him to wave you off.

“If you send me a link, I’ll buy you a new hat,” you still offer.

“Don’ encourage ‘im,” Ghost immediately tells you. You laugh at the look the Captain sent the masked man before flinching hard as the skeletal hands of the spirits dig into your throat and arms, screaming at you to revive König or be dragged down in his place.

“Alright,” you say, giving them as bright a smile as you can while feeling blood drip down the cuts made by the spirits. You ignore the wild eyed looks from the men as you say, “I’m going to revive the dumbass, then head back to my shop. If you guys are still here come next week, stop by the shop for a free item or something else to thank you for doing this.”

“Love,” Kyle tries to say something, but you wave him off and turn back to the corpse.

“Just touch the totem to go to the shop,” you call over your shoulder as you begin fixing the giant’s half eaten corpse. Your headache, which you had been able to ignore during the “mission”, worsens as you remake the missing liver and regrow the lower half of a lung. It pulses behind your eye as you coax muscle to regrow over the bones and organs, making you grit your teeth against the pain. Finally, you start to feel woozy as you remake his clothes.

You rock back on your heels, rubbing at your eyes and taking a deep breath in hopes of even the smallest bit of relief. Letting the breath out slowly, you ignore how your blood trickles down your arm and throat as you once again use the raising spell.

“Per sanguinem meum, animam meum, ex medullis meis, praecipo tibi ut resurges,” you chant, relaxing a bit as those skeletal hands disappear as König is slurped back into his body. As soon as the giant rises, your headache suddenly slams into you hard. Your legs give out, but you’re caught by someone, someone with sweet brown eyes.

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Gaz was glad he had hesitated, waiting until you had risen König before teleporting back to your shop. Seeing you collapse made his heart stop in terror, and he acted on instinct. Catching you around your waist, he looks up and makes eye contact with the giant bastard. The Austrian looked fucking feral, looking at you like something to possess.

“…No,” Gaz hisses, pulling you closer and slamming his hand against the totem. There is a pulling feeling in his stomach, the same one from when you yanked him through the portal, making him cling to you desperately. He arrives at the shop and blinks when he sees that the totem arrived with him.

“Gaz, what took you--” Price starts, only to stop and frown at your unconscious form in his arms.

“They passed out as soon as the tall bastard was alive again,” Gaz explains, shifting you around his arms to keep you close, “Couldn’t leave them to him.”

“Y’ can say tha’ again,” Ghost agrees, “The big fucker seems to be doing this on purpose.”

“Gettin’ ‘imself killed?” Soap asks for clarification. When Ghost nods, Soap crosses his arms, “Kinda makes sense. ‘E’s been botherin’ th’ bonnie f’r longer than ye’ve known ‘em. Ye said six years?”

“Yeah,” Gaz says, watching as Ogun flies over and coos worriedly over you, a bit smaller than before once again, “An’ Ogun’s shrinking.” The others look at the phoenix and frowns cross their faces, clocking just what Gaz means.

“Gotta look int’ this more,” Ghost declares.

“Damn right,” Price agrees, before jerking his chin to the door that Ogun keeps flying to and from, “Follow th’ bird and take ‘em to bed. We need t’ get back t’ Base and go over what we know.” Gaz nods and turns to do just that. If he is able to just make sure you’re comfortable, then that’ll be fine for now. You can talk about how he’s your soulmate at the date he hopes to take you on as compensation for this little mission.

[beepart2]

Hello!!

My name is Primerose!

I like Sanrio, San-X, sweets, meat, art, fashion of any type, and writing!

Uhh I can be very reserved sometimes. It’s usually when I’m new to things or people.

I also like games like Franbow, FNAF, Little Miss Fortune, Tattletale, Chillas Art Games, Fears of Fathoms. I think that’s it?

I also like musicals. I don’t know much but the ones I’ve watched were Means Girls, Mary Poppins, Into the woods, Heathers, and my most recent Ride the cyclone.

I also like vintage things and animals. I like to eat animals too. They taste good.

I like D&D too. I’m very new to it tho.

I’m also friends with @bumblepart1 a.k.a bumble fart.