#sender: aster

[fairykazu]

this event is to celebrate my blog, fairykazu, hitting 500+ followers! as it is spring, it's themed after flowers! this event includes genshin / hsr characters (which will be listed under from sender), prompts are listed below flowers and the bouquets (fics) will be sent.

HOW DO I ORDER A BOUQUET ??⋆｡˚ send an ask to order! as for an example, "can i have a bouquet with prompt and character ?" feel feel to add more to your request so i can write it better. bouquets are closed

𓍢ִ໋🌷͙֒PICK YOUR FLOWER ⋆｡˚ daisy - collecting flowers on their way home carnation - walking in the park iris - new beginnings daffodil- picnic dates red rose - falling head over heels in love aster - weekend trips tulips - making flower crowns magnolia - riding the bike to the bakery in the morning lily of the valley - dancing in the rain in bright sunshine liliac - a gift of fresh flowers every week rosebud - spending their days outside petunia - realising their feelings blossoms - enjoying spring in the countryside poppy - risking something in order to achieve something jasmine - tea parties in the garden snapdragons - the park becoming their second home

𓍢ִ໋🌿FROM DESIRED PERSON ⋆｡˚ this is likely going to be a genshin-centric event but i might write for other hoyo characters if i can. (i might write new characters that i haven't yet & please note that it might be written out of character.)

genshin: scaramouche, albedo, xiao, kaeya, kazuha, childe, heizou, lyney, itto, yelan, ayaka, yoimiya, ganyu hsr: dan heng, stelle, gepard, aventurine, topaz, seele

𓍢ִ໋💐༘ BOUQUETS ARE SENT ⋆｡˚ located in tevyat: liliacs from kazuha lily of valley from scaramouche red roses and petunias from kaeya

out of this world: petunias from dan heng multi flowers from aventurine

THANK YOU FOR CHOOSING THIS SERVICE !! vidia's note: thank you so much for 500 followers, i didn't even know i'd make it this far! it feels like yesterday that i had only 50 followers. i might take a long time on writing these fics so keep that in mind!

[ellaak]

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Last Updated : July 24th 2024

LEE HEESEUNG Mistletoe Mayhaps 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @bluriki This fic made me giggle sm the mistletoe was the op fr NEW BEGINNINGS 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ikeuverse Crying. Belong To You 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaeyunluvr ANGST TO FLUFF ARE SO GOOD ## Buy One, Take me ✉ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @heeracha If they didn't have their happy ending I would've molded one with my own BARE hands. Falling In Love With Heeseung 🃁 ~ ♡ @wondipity THIS SHORT FIC OMLLL WIN ONE WIN ME 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaylver THIS FIC HAS ME ON A CHOKE HOLD, also FUCK MATTHEW. A Stoner's Guide To Starbucks ✉ ~ ☊ @jayflrt I actually needed CPR from the lack of oxygen due to reading this fic

PARK JAY What do you mean dad went to get the milk!? 🃁 ~ ☊ @orangflowalober Why do the children know what the milk joke means..... 21st CENTURY GIRL ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs This was acc so funny the way they refused to believe jay You Again? 🃁 ~ ♡ @songbirdseung AIRPORT CRUSH ON ANOTHER LEVEL

SIM JAKE LIKE HOT SUMMER 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaystardust Good thing Sungchan was a hoe, so Jake could come in and save us :p Hello Kitty Meets Batman (Not Clickbait!) 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @star-sim Jake was so downbad, but the way their privacy got invaded made me sad :( WEBS OF HURT 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jaylver I HAD TO SCREAM INTO MY PILLOW. THIS FIC, OH THIS FIC, I LOVE IT SM

PARK SUNGHOON Always Forever 🃁 ~ ♡ @kairoot MY BB HOON 12 Days Of Christmas ✉ ~ ☊ @jebi-won SUNGHOON IS SO ME but my wishlist never came Return To Sender ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ @jjunberry I would've never speak to my sibling ever again.... Look At Me Now ✉ ~ ☊ @facechasers SECRET RELATIONSHIP TROUP >>>>> The Perfect Love Scheme 🃁 ~ ♡ @lovepookie I LOVE THE LOSER SUNGHOON AGENDA NOW WE DATE! ✉ ~ ☊ @boyfhee Sunghoon will always be so bbg Back Off! 🃁 ~ ♡ @delcakoo Hand bumping while I'm getting snacks is not romantic so MOVE Mirrorball 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @rosenhypen HOLDING MY TEARS THE WHOLE FIC With Love, Sunghoon 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @dazed-hee I WENT THROUGH SM EMOTIONS HOON WAS AN ASS Take a Chance With Me 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @snghnlvr I FACEPALMED WHEN SUNGHOON SAID THAT Homesick 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @aakomii The line 'take me home' did me IN Introducing You To His Fans On Vlive 🃁 ~ ♡ @nokacchan Sunghoon just being smitten The 24-Hour Dating Challenge 🃁 ~ ♡ @jaeyunverse Someone better confess to me in asters NOONA ✉ ~ ☊ @hoonvrs Play WOW by stray kids HOW TO NOT SURVIVE HIGHSCHOOL 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @srjlvr I too would've ignored his ass after 8th grade, BUT BEAUTIFUL PLOT! Red Light, Green Light 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @restlessmaknae THE GREENEST FLAG EVER IN THIS FIC

KIM SUNOO Guess who ✉ ~ ☊ @soobnny THE WAY THEY KEPT REFERENCING SUNWOO FROM THEBOYZ Let My Love Run Wild ✉ ~ ♡ @jaeminvore This was so sweet i’ll be putting on a suit, be tip toeing to you if you’re down for it 🃁 ~ ♡ @yenqa GET URSELF A MAN WHO'LL UP ON VALETINES IN A TUEXEDO AND GET IT DIRTY FOR YOU !!

YANG JUNGWON Did I, A Side Character Became The Male Leads Wife!? ✏ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @ateliertale JUNGWON COULD NOT LEAVE US ALONE Idol Crush! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ @enhas-bestie Wonyoung carried the last few chapters. Best Wingwomen FIRST & SECOND 🃁 ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @nkplanet I'LL FIGHT HER PARENTS. IT'S ON SIGHT

NISHIMURA RIKI Love Dive ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @tzyuki KEEYNKI SOLOS. Shoot! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @amakumos GENSHIN DATING APP REAL. CAN I BE YOURS? 🃁 ~ ♡ @mintsvnoo SMALL NIKI AND HIS INNOCENT ACTIONS YOUR HIGHNESS 🃁 ~ ♡ @nkplanet and people ask me why I have high standards Weird Cat Guy 🃁 ~ ♡ @boydepartment He didn't catch a cat..... THAT'S HER!! ✉ ~ ☊ ~ ☔︎︎ ~ ♡ @jakesgalxy I prayed for the previous CEO's downfall. His Muse 🃁 ~ ♡ @pnghoon To be someone's muse is just so soft :3 Just Us, And Your Brother... 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @tyunni Heeseung was so foul for those last texts LMAO NI-KI Boyfie Hcs ☆ ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @icysab I snorted so hard reading this TuT Behind The Net! 🃁 ~ ☊ ~ ♡ @delcakoo In the end, it was a reward disguised as a punishment

OT7 She's Taken PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim THE FANS ARE SO SILLY Is Your Girlfriend Single? PT.2 ☆ ~ ☊ @star-sim DYING OF LAUGHTER QUITE LITERALLY Being Asked Out PT.2 ☆ ~ ♡ @wwonwonism Made me giggle Lipgloss & Kisses ☆ ~ ♡ @maeumi-jng WHEN IS IT MY TURN ooo You Want Me So Bad ☆ ~ ♡ ~ ☊ @sharkorok THE NICE TO YOU BUT RUDE TO EVERYONE ELSE TROUP IS GONNA BE THE END OF ME SELLING MY BOYFRIEND ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @luvyeni Something silly for valentines Enha reaction to their s/o crying after a member scares them ☆ ~ ♡ @yeeunjia This is me and my sensitive heart Enha getting you a snack you're craving at 3am ☆ ~ ☊ @n1k1tty Get urself a s/o who gets you what you're craving at unholy hours When You Can't Sleep Without Them ☆ ~ ♡ @angel1kisses Very Comforting You Get Shipped With Another Idol ☆ ~ ✉ ~ ☊ @leaderwon JAYS WAS SO DIRTY LMAO

[06sunnybunny06]

The lights go out (Diluc)

The moment Diluc appeared in your life did not portend anything bad. A respectable gentleman with a rich history and a business of creating high-quality wine. As a man, he was quite gallant. It seemed that the red hair could flare up like his eyes. Always neat clothes, even in the role of a bartender, looked gorgeous, hugging a muscular body. His calm character gave his appearance a bit of mystery. In general, any lady will lose her head for such an enviable bachelor.

What else can I say about someone who treats your drunken nonsense with understanding and calmness. Which made you feel ashamed afterwards. As an apology, you could only cook some kind of dish. With your modest budget, you won't be able to keep up with gifts. Especially for a man who has everything. There was still some way to survive until the next paycheck. Diluc politely refused, but your persistence did not give him a chance. The guy was embarrassed, but also grateful. It was not uncommon for him to skip lunch because of his busy schedule.

Over time, a good friend of the bartender turned into a good friend. Your conversations have become more open. Sometimes you were invited for a little walk. Which is surprising, considering his busy schedule, but how can you refuse your friend? Recently, parcels without the sender's name began to be delivered to your doorstep. They contained small gifts. Your neighbor, when she saw another box in your hands, sighed languidly. "It looks like our t/i has a secret admirer. How romantic!"

You were awkwardly scratching your head, knowing who the sender might be. Your friend only apologized for not giving his name to this suspicion, since he has many enemies. And that could be a problem. He didn't hear you at all awkwardly mention that it was too much and too expensive to give something in return.

You liked Diluc, I don't look at his slight detachment. It seemed that the man was carrying more weight on his shoulders than could be seen from the outside. It didn't interfere with your friendship in any way. All people have secrets. There is no person who would not hide skeletons in the closet.

It seemed like your relationship was more like a couple in love than friendship. But the thoughts in your head kept nagging at you, because you didn't match his status in any way. An ordinary person with ordinary problems….Jean could be suitable for this role. She not only occupies a high position, but is also strong, intelligent, and also perfectly beautiful. It is rumored that she and Diluc often played together as children. An ideal candidate for the role of his wife…

Such thoughts could drive you crazy, but reality is completely different from fairy tales. Every relationship can end before it even starts. And feeling that my heart involuntarily begins to flutter at the sight of a red-haired man. You decided to stop it before the feelings tore your heart into small pieces.

Lately, Diluc has stopped observing your presence. It seemed like forever since you greeted him with a bright smile after working days. The man wondered if he had done something wrong the last time you met. You were just acting weird. No, rather detached. He decided to find out about it face to face. His concern for you has become almost the norm in everyday life.

Unfortunately, the weather foreshadowed a thunderstorm. Huge black clouds covered the sky like a blanket. Diluc already wanted to go home until he met the little owner of a small flower shop. You were just working for her. What was his surprise when Flora told him that you went in search of wind asters in the direction of the Valley of the Winds. Your absence meant that you hadn't returned yet.

I hope she will come back soon or she can hide somewhere. It's going to rain heavily. No matter how it gets to the storm. Even the flowers have closed their buds.

The girl left Diluc in a hurry, completely not noticing his dumbfounded face. The body did not move arbitrarily in the right direction. There was only one thought in my head: "You're in danger." He wanted to scream, knock down the first tree he saw, or hit someone. He couldn't stop. Fear has already clearly painted every case of your death. Now his visions could become reality.

Damn it. The first drops were felt on the skin. There were more of them with every step. A few minutes later, a clap of thunder hit my ears. It's bad. You're afraid of a thunderstorm. It was only by a miracle that through the haze he could see the overturned basket on the ground. Asters are scattered around. After walking a little further, he found a small depression between the stones. Your body was huddled there. Like a squirrel in a hollow tree. At that moment, a sigh of relief escaped from Diluc. You're alive.

You couldn't figure out how you got home. I remembered how Flora had talked about the lack of asters. You decided to go in search of them in order to somehow distract yourself from thoughts of Diluc. A thunderstorm came by the way, and it seems that you even found a place to hide and maybe fell asleep. But there are no memories left in my head of how you came home. Although it doesn't look like your house.

Are you finally awake?

That voice made you jump. The man you were trying to avoid was sitting on a chair next to the bed. Fatigue and lack of sleep were clearly visible on his face.

Diluc…

The guy sighed heavily, hiding his eyes in his palm. "I almost lost my mind while I was looking for you. Plus you were down with a fever for four days and I panicked even more when I couldn't wake you up. Why did you even go to the devil knows where before the storm?"

It's just that Flora needed flowers to sell, so I decided…

What the hell kind of flowers?!

It was not a scream, but the roar of a desperate beast. He literally made your body freeze. Diluc has never been so scary before. He was scared of his own voice when he noticed the fear in your eyes.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to yell at you…. but the fact remains. You put yourself in danger. Is it worth risking your life for such pennies? How can I leave you if you can't even take care of yourself?

He scolded you like a strict parent for a little, wayward daughter. But he wasn't your parent. This is a person you may love, which makes you blush even more on an already red face.

I'm sorry…- that's all you could say.

It seemed like an eternity had passed when the heavy wooden chair creaked. Diluc stood up, heading for the door. You couldn't leave it like that again. Maybe this will be the only chance to confess to him.

Diluc….

From today on, thisplace is your new home. He said it without even turning around, causing your body to freeze on the spot. Diluc went out, letting the light from the corridor into the room. You managed to make out his serious face and completely extinguished eyes. "I'm sorry, but it's for your own good..

And the door closed, taking away the last bits of light. At that moment, my heart sank…

[hungharrington]

omg a huge congrats again on hitting 1K bae!! u deserve it sm and I'm so excited for this sleepover teehee

soooo if it tickles your fancy I figured I'd send smth in early for our communal bf steve, could be as long as u want it to be!

[ GAZING ]  receiver taking sender’s jaw and saying “look at me” during sex or foreplay.

oh and have an amazing day ofc <3

aster! thank u so much honey :') feelin v loved and im glad u were as excited as me!! here's to the communal boyf <3 enjoy <3 MDNI, fem!reader, this entire blog is 18+

You're trying not to be overwhelmed but it's a lot.

Everything feels turned up to 11; the very sound of your heartbeat in your ears, the pulse of lust that thrums through your body, the feel of Steve's cock gliding in and out of your wet heat in a deliciously slow drag. It's a lot.

You can feel yourself trembling, just a little bit, your hands around Steve's shoulders sinking tighter in their hold.

"Steve," you cry, tugging him closer. You need to hide your face away, need to have him closer, need him to go slower— no, faster. You don't know what you want, so you just press your face into his shoulder and mewl his name again. "Steve."

The sound of your slick is loud, a lewd sort of squelch as Steve fucks you into the mattress, his body pressed above yours. He's moaning lowly, one hand on your hip, one fisting the sheets beside your head. He looks fucking ethereal — hair messy and that slight flush to his face, pleasure contorting his features.

His hips meet yours in a teasing pace, deep enough to have your back arching with every thrust and yet not enough. The fire in your gut coils up tighter ever so slowly. You want- you want— you want more. But god, it's so much.

You shift your legs, sliding them up til they wrap snug around Steve's waist — you pull him closer, need him closer.

"Y'good, honey?" Steve asks, voice raspy and breathy. "My girl okay?"

His words only succeed in winding the knot in your belly tighter and you pull him closer, eyes scrunched up as you silently urge him to go faster. You're not sure if you're capable of saying anything except his name. Whiney little noises escape your mouth, chest heaving. You sound completely fucked out.

Steve's hips slow in their pace and the whine that escapes you it pitiful, your legs around his waist tightening in hopes he'll continue. You can feel Steve's tummy press against yours as he shifts closer, his hand moving to move some hair out of your face. He hasn't stopped, his hips still roll into yours, cock fucking in and out of your hot cunt, but it's tantalizingly slow.

"Hey, hey, hey," He starts, voice a low little whisper. "Lemme see your face, hmm? C'mon, look at me." His fingers move, tucking under your jaw and nudging you out from hiding away in his shoulder.

Your eyes crease open, mouth already hung open in a whimpering moan and Steve softens completely at the sight of you; his girl, all teary-eyed on his cock. He purposefully nudges his cock in deeper, his hand on his hip holding you in a place and you mewl out pathetically — Steve surging forward to capture the noise with his kiss. He stays close, forehead pressed against your own.

"Oh, baby," He coos, not unkind. He gives a sloppy kiss to your cheek at the same time his hand travels off your hips, his fingers finding your clit. You gasp into his mouth, back arching up so your tits scrape against his chest, and Steve grins. "That's it, just take it. Good fucking girl, taking what I give her, yeah?"

"Steve," you gasp, fingernails digging into his skin by now. You feel delirious, can feel the beginnings of white hot pleasure teasing at your edges.

"I know, I know," Steve murmurs sweetly, his thrusts starting to pick up the pace. The sounds of your slick mix with the slap of skin on skin as he starts to fuck properly, his fingers still dancing on your clit. You moan louder. "You just take it and feel good, mm? That's it..."

[unbeleveable-archive]

@ofherdowlingohara sent: [ nightmare ] sender wakes receiver up from a nightmare. For Farah from bloom

Farah didn't realizing she had been crying out in her sleep until someone roused her by firmly shaking her shoulders. She blinked up at the ceiling and swallowed, her throat raw from screaming, her body drenched in a cold sweat.

Another nightmare about Aster Dell.

Turning her head, she saw that Bloom standing at her bedside. "I'm alright," she tried to assure her, pulling herself up into a sitting position and forcing a smile. "It was just a dream. Go back to bed, Bloom."

[thewholecrew]

@headstrongblake said:  flower,   sender gives receiver a flower. / o & alec

     alec hadn’t seen much of anyone this summer either. kassy had been permanently hiding in her apartment wanting no visitors (though he was pretty sure he saw nick go over there multiple times), octavia seemed more interested in hanging out with chase, going to parties and getting high -- which he didn’t judge it just wasn’t his scene at all, especially without the two girls being there together with him, and rev had spent most of the summer taking down opponent after opponent in the ring. he’d tried to watch a few matches but it was just too bloody for him. it reminded him too much of when they all jumped back into rev’s car after rescuing octavia, kassy and.. also grant. 

     that being said he was glad everyone was now back together here for the last week of the summer. he’d missed everyone, not just talking to them himself but watching them interact with one another. it warmed his heart to see kassy and octavia come together again as they were, attached at the hip practically until octavia seemed to sneak off with grant -- who he was surprised kassy even invited but it had him smile all the same. it was also clear that she and nick had become much closer, and that nick and grant were starting to mend from the fire. he grinned, watching rev still try and rile nick enough to fight them. it had alec wonder if this was how they’d been with hunter growing up. 

     his bright blue gaze shifted then, from those two to octavia who was coming towards him where he was sitting on the love seat. he hugged the fluffy pillow there, head tilting as he offered her a bright smile. “hey,” he said as she came over to him only to pause, noticing the vase of flowers sitting on the coffee table. “i think kassy brought them, they’re really pretty aren’t they?” he asked as he sat up a little. “it’s really nice to see you again,” his smile softened as he reached out to touch her arm, “you’re... okay? i’m sorry we didn’t hang out as much this summer too,” he had in the beginning. especially right after the kidnapping. he’d brought them both baked goods and flowers and offered his company or to help around their apartments if needed. but kassy cut him off shortly after and well, octavia was rarely home.

     he watched as she pulled out one of the flowers, an aster which looked like a daisy but it’s petals were purple instead and the center was smaller and yellow. she snapped the stem shorter as she came to sit beside him. he couldn’t help but shyly lean his head on her shoulder and nuzzle in a friendly fashion. “i missed you,” he said quietly, looking up at her as she turned to place the flower behind his ear, “i’m really glad you and kassy are back together... and.... maybe you and grant too?” he asked, his dainty hand raising to lightly touch the flower as his heart soared at the sweet gesture. his nose scrunched as she tapped it and teased him, countering and asking about his own summer, “well my summer wasn’t too exciting but... i can catch you up if you’d really like to know.”

[bugsandberries]

ooooo how about

[ FALL  ] :  sender somehow ends up accidentally on top of receiver, their faces are close to each other but at the last minute sender pulls away. 

with Aster and Aman hehe

This turn of events was enough to surprise him.

Aman had once again shown up unannounced at Aster's place to play their usual games. Aster would act aloof at his gestures and undeterred by any flirtatious advances, Aman would get to pet the baby sneasel that Muffin had father with Mulberry, and then he'd have to hurry along for his next mission.

However, Aster hadn't been paying him enough attention today. Instead, she seemed preoccupied with her phone. So Aman had decided to take advantage of their height differences and pluck the phone from her hands and dangle it just out of reach from her.

And now they had toppled to the floor after a strong push Aman wasn't expecting Aster to muster.

He winces a bit. His bad leg had tried to hold both their weights before he had fallen backwards. One of his hands braced itself on the floor while the other attempted to shield her head from tilting to the side and getting injured. So now, he was flat on his back with Aster's face in his chest, his head cradling the back of her head.

For once, Aman blushes a bit as they both sit up with Aster still sitting in his lap as he does so. His dark eyes watch, wide and surprised by their closeness. The hand that was behind her head slowly trails towards her face, gloved digits tracing her cheek and thumb almost touching her bottom lip.

Fuck...she's gorgeous.

He hasn't had the chance to truly take her all in like this but with the lightning that filter through the window, highlighting her tossled hair, Aman can't help but just stare. His mouth opens slightly, as if to say a snarky remark. No sound comes out. Instead, he finds himself inching closer because it would be really nice to kiss her-

Aster pulls away and Aman immediately drops his hand away from her face. The spell he's under is broken and he blinks, then chuckles.

"Managed to tear yourself away from me, huh?" The teasing comes easily.

[lunarscaled]

∗ o1﹕ sender  tucks  hair  out  of  receiver’s  face .

∗ 95﹕ sender  cradles  receiver’s  face .

∗ 45﹕ sender  kisses  receiver’s  [ forehead / cheek ] .

NONVERBAL PROMPTS

-> Their body goes rigid at the sound of two open palms clapping together in the sickly heat, just once. The confident cue of attention from a teacher standing at the head of a huddle of elementary students in their little sunhats and florescent matching school t-shirts so they don't get lost on the Conservatory grounds. Rudbeckia, periwinkle, and marigold sway unabashedly about their ankles in neatly tidied rows; the arched stones that line the edges scrape the sides of their shoes when they try to lift their feet but can't. Find themselves unable to when all the nerves have gone into keeping themselves ramrod upright, into the cold seize of their lungs that chokes their breath, control the way their body sweats and gasps and grabs for nothing found within themselves. It is the posture of someone waiting for something---the barely hunched angle of their shoulders forward and pulled closer to their ears, how their fingers curl into their palms but don't quite make a fist. Nausea, the burn of acid in the back of their throat and the drop in the pit of their stomach, they think any moment they'll ruin this haven of cultivation and blooms with the sick wet sound of puking their guts out.

They do. Hands gripping a fence railing, white-knuckled; their whole torso pushes with the action. It's all bile and iced coffee and water because they didn't have the energy to eat again this morning, and it was too hot to want to anyways, and they shiver like a drowned rat. Sweat slicks their forehead and the back of their neck and the back of their shirt and their calves. They give one single, sharp sob and make not another noise the whole time.

"---Ironweed... goldenrod... sunflower... aster..."

-> When their focus stops spinning out of control, they realize there is less hair in their face than normal. His palm rests on their back between their shoulders with the worst, messiest loose locks of their hair in his loose grip. ( the thought passes that it's too hot to touch anyone right now, and he must hate it. having to comfort them unnecessarily. having to appear responsible for them instead of being able to pass them off as strangers. he must resent them for it, Lyric thinks, he must feel as sick as they do just being near them like this. ) Shuddering through motions and abdominal pain: they can name every flower in this garden on sight and hold onto it like the only thing keeping them together. Maybe it is.

"Milkweed, buttonbush, lavender, bergamot..."

-> They lift their head just a little. Their body feels exhausted and heavy; it doesn't feel like it belongs to them. His hand stays on their back.

"... ... my mom's favorite flower isn't here."

-> Tremors in their hands run up their arms, into their shoulders---they lift their head, but their stare is miles away. Their hands around the railing are wet with ice that creeps and melts just as quickly, unable to build itself in this unforgiving heat. A hot wind blows through the grasses and flowers and them; what hair he wasn't holding twists at its whim, yet another thing they could not control.

"She had a lily garden at home, and after she died I tried to take care of it, but I didn't..."

-> Their voice cracks. It's so awful, so pitiful, they want to clamp their teeth shut and stop talking right then and there, but they feel like they'll be sick again if they don't keep their mouth open and breathe, or tear their own skin off, or something. Their body prickles, irritable and uncomfortable and upset, and they feel so weak they'd rather die than be like this.

"I didn't know how. And I couldn't control it yet, the magic---when I got upset the whole bed frosted over. It was my fault. And then when dad found out, he..."

-> They suck in a breath so shaky it could hardly be considered breathing. They try to stand up straighter even if they're trembling. ( but they don't want to think about it. they don't feel like they're here at all. they're so cold they feel like they're freezing to death, and so hot they think they'll pass out, and their body feels like someone is pulling each piece out individually until they drop dead from bloodloss. )

"... he would drag me to the barn by my hair, so Marianne and Claudia couldn't see or hear. And he would get the bullwhip."

-> ... Were they alive right now? How had they survived that? Did they even want to? Was living a choice? They remember thumbing through a poetry book in a shop after they had run away from home, trying to stay out of the rain without getting any water on the pages. There was still stains of a nosebleed on the collar of their shirt. ( 'You realize that grief is perhaps the last and final translation of love...' ) Bleu, he says. They don't hear.

( '...and you realize that it will never end. you get to do this---' )

-> Bleu. His hands gently take their face, the first sensation they feel, like a child's first scraped knee. His fingers push hair away from their face at the roots, smooth it back until it no longer hides their face or their scales, so his palms can sit flat against their cheeks. A thumb runs under their eyes, far and unfocused. He presses his lips to their hairline and has to bend all the way down to do it; is it a kiss or a plead. Hey---Come back. They hadn't gone anywhere, had they?

"... I still love my dad. I just wish he loved me as much."

( '---to translate this last act of love for the rest of your life.' )

[eastofthemoon]

For the memories prompt from the @rotgoc-celebrations I thought I would list some of my favorite fanfics I wrote for this fandom.

House Call - The five times Jack paid Pitch surprised visits and the one time Pitch invited him.

Touch of Magic - Jack is a street kid who gets by performing his magic tricks he learned from his father.  However, he comes to learn that magic is more than smoke and mirrors when he rescues a small fluffy rabbit.  Jack soon find himself on the longest and most dangerous road trip of his life.

Jack’s Furry Army - With more believers, Jack gains the ability to have animal helpers.  Too bad there's no instruction guide for how to manage them.

Tiny Mischief - The Guardians were in for many surprises.  Pitch had returned and Manny had selected Jack Frost to be a new Guardian.  There was just one small problem...

ROTG Steampunk - A steampunk au of the characters from the Rise of The Guardians and will mostly focus on the adventures of Jack Frost who was taken in and raised by the reclusive painter E. Aster Bunnymund.

Return To Sender - It’s a Christmas of firsts. It’s Jack’s first Christmas celebrating with the Guardians and it’s Andy’s toys’ first Christmas with Bonnie.   However, plans go haywire when Woody and the toys find themselves accidentally in North’s workshop.  Oh, and did we mention there’s also a monster on the loose as well?  So much for a laid back Christmas.

Happy 10th Anniversary Rise of the Guardians!

[rcdiostcrs]

[ i love you ] (elijah to acid) // [ close the distance ] (any of our pairs, platonic or romantic) (from the nonverbal communication prompts meme)

nonverbal prompts | accepting

[ i love you ] sender signs i love you to receiver

acid still got blushy whenever elijah said he loved him. the gumdrop put his pinky, index, and thumb up to return the sign. he held his hand up to his face to hide his goofy smile.

[ close the distance ] sender and receiver are seated together, and sender moves closer to snuggle with them

casper moved his arm to loop around his boyfriend, both to show that the snuggles were appreciated and to make himself more comfortable. "getting cozy?" he pressed a quick kiss to the side of aster's face.

[knight-engale]

[Grapple] + Reverse for either Morgan x Jas or Morster

[ GRAPPLE ] sender manages to pin receiver while play-wrestling + add “+ REVERSE” to reverse the roles

Morgan was so glad the seaside cottage she'd rented for this little vacation was in a fairly secluded area; otherwise, the situation she'd found herself in would have been quite embarrassing.

See, Morgan had only been trying to hang up some laundry, but her partner seemed to have other plans. The moment the last piece of laundry was on the line, her dear Aster had pounced. She supposed that, if nothing else, she was at least glad that he'd waited until the freshly cleaned clothes weren't in danger.

"A-Aster, Asterakis, sto-stop!" she laughed, squirming beneath him as he kept her body pinned to the dusty ground. "Let me up!"

"Only if you can beat me!" Aster grinned, though he knew Morgan wouldn't be able to see. He eased up just enough to let her squirm out from under him.

Then the wrestling match was on. For once, Morgan didn't care that she was getting completely covered in dust and dirt. In truth, she was more concerned with not actually hurting Aster. She loved him quite a lot, and it'd be a shame to leave him bruised. Usually it was him marking her up, and she wasn't eager to change that.

After a good ten minutes, Morgan finally managed to get enough leverage to push Aster to the ground and keep him there. Still, she sat on his hips for good measure, holding his shoulders to keep him down. A smug smile spread across her face.

"Gotcha."

Aster stared up at Morgan, taking in her expression...the way her face was flushed...her stance.

"...I love it when you take charge." He grinned.

"Wh...what?" Morgan looked at him, then at herself, and squeaked. "Oh! I...um..."

"You're so cute! Come here, you." Aster pulled Morgan to his chest, eliciting another squeak. Then she laughed softly, snuggling in.

"Silly..."

"You love it."

"Yes. Yes, I do."

[flvvrkissed]

[ CHIN ] + aster & daemon

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[ CHIN ]:          as they stand close to one another, the sender hooks a finger and tenderly lifts the receiver’s chin, tilting it up so that they can look at one another, and running a thumb across their skin lightly. / @rosesruin

        it was a strange feeling to have known daemon for centuries but still fumble with words when it came to them parting ways. aster's mind was thick with confessions he wished to voice, a thousand promises that would shatter the delicate divide between them. one that they danced around since the night that daemon had saved him from falling - when he'd cursed him to a different endless tumble, filled with violet eyes that haunted his every dream. but courage was saved for poets, not third born sons of high lords, so aster swallowed down this overwhelming desire to have daemon. glanced at their feet instead, so that the other could not see the way the light would leave his eyes. a finger on the bottom of his chin forced him to look upward once more, breath catching at the sight of daemon staring back at him. " ask me to stay," he whispered softly, fear hidden in his tone. his eyes drift shut as daemon brushed his thumb along his cheek. " do not make me go."  ​

[thelightfalls]

@fearlesscxptain whispered:

Aster isn’t quite sure why they’re doing this, but something within them would not allow the date to pass without a visit. The gathering of something went without a thought, and even though they had no idea how exactly they were going to deliver that something, it seemed that the place to do so found them rather than them finding it.

A small box is left outside, wrapped in a dark blue with a black ribbon around the outside. Within it, a black scarf, sporting a dyed blue ombré effect on each end, and the occasional dash of silver along its length.

Merry Christmas, reads the note. Aster couldn’t bring themself to write a name. Not a name that felt right, anyways.

[ a present from fearlesscxptain ! they remember their friends, even when they don’t :’) ]

No Prompt (Merry Christmas! ;; )

Snowflakes dust rooftops and window sills, fogging up glass panes. Protected from the blistering cold, locked up inside with documents and half formed plans for the holidays. The scratching of pen to paper halts, the chair creaking as the entity leans back into it, to rest his eyes all but for a moment. It gives him a chance to catch sight of the winter wonderland hidden behind the curtains, as if gazing into a snow globe. He cannot help but pause and admire it.

He’s never been fond of the snow, but this time of year… Has him oddly reminiscent. Of a time that remains frozen in the past, framed within fractured memories, and faint longing. What had he used to do?

Laughter, surrounded by friends and family. A roaring fire within the hearth, old Christmas records, the crinkling of wrapped gifts. The walls were so warm then.

Distant, unattainable, and only peered into through the mind’s eye.

Had you used to be there? Escaping the office to celebrate together. What are you doing now?

This reminiscing comes to an abrupt end however when there’s a knock on the door. Standing, slow to come to the front door, cracking it open just an inch, before it’s fully opened. There upon the doorstep is a gift.

A gift… For him?

It’s picked up ever so carefully, as if it’s glass and would break within his hands. Merry Christmas, a note written ever so thoughtfully upon the package. He lingers outside, if only to catch sight of this unknown sender, but no one is there. Taking the small present back inside, a touch wary of what lays beneath the wrapping paper.

However, he’s pleasantly surprised to find a scarf inside, a small gasp escaping his lips. It’s beautiful, the color scheme seemingly picked with him in mind, as if personally tailored to his taste. Ashen fingers are delicate as they trace over the soft texture. Warm, perfect for the cold.

A smile graces his lips, how… Touching. And yet, melancholy catches upon the edges.

If only they were here.

It’s a shame he can’t thank them.

[facesblind]

@buriedabove

[  flower  ]  sender  places  a  flower  behind  receiver’s  ear

                    𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀  𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘂𝗶𝗻𝗲  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗽𝗶𝗰𝗸𝗲𝗱,  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀  𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗰𝗲𝗱  𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻  𝗶𝘁'𝘀  𝗯𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁.  𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗴𝗵  𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲'𝘀  𝗮𝗹𝘄𝗮𝘆𝘀  𝗮  𝗿𝗲𝗮𝘀𝗼𝗻  𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿𝘀  𝗮𝗿𝗲  𝗶𝗻𝘃𝗼𝗹𝘃𝗲𝗱  :  to  say  sorry,  to  express  gratitude,  to  mark  a  special  ocassion.  roses  with  ribbons  and  colorful  paper  can  sometimes  be  gifted  for  show  —  so  other's  see  he's  got  cash,  he's  a  spender,  he's  spoiling  his  girlfriend  rotten.

          ​​​​​​​          these  bouquets  mean  little  to  nothing  to  his  lover.

          ​​​​​​​          actually,  miriam  doesn't  care  about  flowers  whatsoever.

          ​​​​​​​          it's  yet  another  his  thing  she's  accepted  and  played  along  with.  if  he  wants  to  play  the  part  of  a  proper  boyfriend,  then  be  it  :  he  can  do  so  to  his  heart's  content.  in  comparison,  all  he's  gifted  back  is  well  thought  and  usually  practical.  something  that  dies  after  few  days  in  the  vase  is  not,  and  thus  —  it's  useless  in  his  partner's  eyes.  however,  there's  no  complaining  ;  she's  so  bland  and  low  effort  everything  goes  as  long  as  leon's  happy  with  it  —  even  marking  his  territory  as  she  walks  away  from  the  office  with  another  carefully  crafted  composition  his  favorite  florist  spent  hours  upon.  might  as  well  wear  a  collar  with  property  of  leon  engraved  upon  the  dog  tag.

          ​​​​​​​          but  she  holds  her  hound  on  a  leash.  heel,  like  a  good  boy,  a  playful  goldie  and  not  aggressive  doberman,  holding  hands  with  fingers  intertwined  :  and  it's  not  showing  off  one  another.  it's  just  them  on  their  way  to  the  hotel  ;  dim  lights  by  the  road  and  then  ornated  cobblestone  path  lighting  their  way.

          ​​​​​​​          and  leon's  a  thief,  stealing  miriam  away  all  for  himself,  knowing  well  he  doesn't  want  her  (  but  does,  but  doesn't  ;  if  he  believed  in  god,  he'd  for  sure  ask  him  why  is  it  so  hard  to  be  with  her,  to  be  around  her  ),  not  letting  her  go,  not  freeing  her  from  the  constant  doubt  if  it's  love  or  if  it  isn't,  albeit  tonight  he  steals  something  else.

          ​​​​​​​          who  would've  thought  :  an  ex - cop,  current  government  agent,  climbs  through  the  fence  and  picks  up  a  singular  violet  from  the  decorative  flowerbeds  guests  are  prohibited  from  touching.

          ​​​​​​​          miriam  doesn't  stop  him  ;  rarely  does,  usually  refraining  from  intervening  with  leon's  actions  —  welcomes  the  flower  behind  her  hear  with  her  gaze  lingering,  hand  reaching  for  his.

          ​​​​​​​          ❝  i  love  you,  ❞  she  whispers ;  poppies,  vervains,  asters,  primroses  and  violets  only  witnesses  to  her  confession.

[monstersxxorxxmen]

[ SONG ] — cradling receiver close, sender tucks their head near receiver’s neck and begins to quietly sing or hum a tune. a song, just for receiver, quiet and special and close enough to be felt against receiver’s neck. (Felet to Aster)

╰┈➤ ACTION PROMPTS : Loving Actions (SFW) @eyes-blazing

Aster enjoyed being cuddled up with Felet just about more than anything else. Having his lovers face buried in his neck as he absently ran his hand through Felet's hair had a soft peaceful smile on his face.

Then Felet began to hum, so soft that if they weren't so close he wouldn't hear it. He kissed the top of the other's head "What song is that?" he questioned softly.

[devildomflower]

[ PULL ]:     sender pulls the receiver closer against them while they dance. (lucifer)

Aster is not a human who would describe himself as a dancer. He knew enough to go along with a lead but hardly enough to improvise if put on the spot. Learning in secret had been beneficial for him on more than one occasion. Though, he had to say, 'dancing with one of the Lords of the Devildom' was not a situation he expected to be in.

Not like he refused, mind you. Perish the thought, for he would not allow that chance to pass him by even if it did leave him more than warm in the face.

The blond human easily follows Lucifer's lead, forcibly and silently willing his heart to steady its beat. It wouldn't exactly be a good thing for him to pass out right here and now would it? Though all fretting thoughts are silenced when that firm hand on his waist gently presses, pulling the human closer.

Oh, lord...

But still... still, it was nice. Just following along, enjoying both Lucifer's presence and his warmth; the steady hand of his lead. It helps Aster relax more than anything else he was trying. What could it hurt to go with it? After all, wasn't it customary to be close when dancing?

Not a word leaves his lips and, instead, without really thinking about it he rests his head upon the demon's chest.

The sound of his heartbeat blended nicely with the music.