wordsofoleander

[wordsofoleander]

🌸 answer me, my prince!

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a suave prince with all he could ever ask for. a starry-eyed editor who longed for more. two unexpected penpals from vastly different worlds.

they were undoubtedly fated to meet, but never face-to-face.

❥ 735 words ❥ tags: au, fluff, slightly angsty if you blink, very very self-indulgent, no beta we die like chads, mentions of cove, qiu, and my ol2 mc! ❥ notes: the hyperfixation was so strong i emerged from inactivity. i finished the comic this fic shares a title with last weekend and refused to move on,,, made for #baxtermcweek (day 4 prompt: au), hosted by @minthe-drawings

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He doesn’t realize how long he’s repeatedly been opening and closing the empty book chest until he slams it shut a little too loud, snapping him out of his reverie. His eyes dart left and right and his ears stay alert in case he accidentally woke anyone up.

He hears nothing, so hopefully the coast is clear. He opens the book chest again, and the letter he’s waited all night for sits perfectly inside, having appeared out of thin air. 

He needs not wait to carefully examine the envelope or admire its design (far more cleaner-cut and colorful than what he's received from others over the years) as he immediately gets to reading.

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Prince Baxter Alexander.

You’re getting better at pressuring me to reply to you faster and faster. It scares me a little.

Regarding your story, I think what you did for their sake was quite admirable. I can’t even imagine going as far as to pretend to be Cove’s fiancée for his protection, let alone for 5 years! But back to you. Since you didn’t end up falling in love with each other, does this mean Lady Ysabel’s lover is much more good-looking than you are? Would you mind getting a portrait of the Laird Qiu for your friend?

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Silly Iri.

(You’ve never asked me for my portrait. You wound me. Nonetheless, I forgive you.)

You of all people should be able to know that not every long-standing friendship necessarily has the potential to end in romance.

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Like us?

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We are a bit of a special case because I do not think of Ysabel every day.

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(Oh, what am I going to do with you?)

Ever the type to give people the answers they want to hear now, are you? You’re surrounded by far more impressive people in your daily life, people you can actually talk to and see.  I highly doubt that you think of me every day.

(PS It’s way past midnight, so I should probably get ready for bed if I don’t want to be late for work. Sleep well, my prince.)

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Irina Clarice, my sick twisted friend.

What? Is laying my entire self bare to you, heart and soul, in the written word last night not enough for you? After all the times I’ve spent my evenings waiting for your letters?

I specifically chose this time of year to get away from my parents under the guise of avoiding the heat and helping the monks at the scriptorium. Summer, after all, is the perfect time to do something crazy, pursue a new beauty, to start anew. I confess to you that I imagined nightly sneak-outs to rendezvous with someone who’s caught my eye, but all this time, I’ve been holed up in the scriptorium’s writing room, idly and politely waiting by the book chest on my desk in anticipation to see if you have replied to what I’ve written about my latest misadventures. Before I knew it, I’d already spent the entirety of my summer getting to know you. Now I do know you, and there is no one else like you anywhere else in the world. 

Tragically, we shall never have the chance to meet, so I don’t think whatever it is I’m feeling in my chest can be called love. My fate is sealed. 

Still, whenever the sight of someone so beautiful catches my eye, thoughts of you fill my head, and I become almost upset, complaining that no matter who I meet, they will never be anything like my Iri. So, my dear friend, do not tell me that I do not think of you every day. 

I do not recall you mentioning having felt this way towards your childhood companions, nor your devilishly handsome Xander from the antique shop,  so I shall regrettably but with dignity take this as a victory.

On a lonely night on the month of heat’s end, Your Baxter Alexander.

(PS Clarence and I are departing tomorrow at dawn for Golden Grove to attend Qiu’s wedding, just in time for the beginning of fall. Bringing the book chest with me would be far too bothersome for such a short trip. I expect to be away for about three to four days.

Even so, worry not your pretty little head and get a good night’s rest without my letters to bother you, Iri. I hope you do not miss me too much.)

[wordsofoleander]

BURNT ESPRESSO …!

NOTE … this is for you Americans 😍😍😍😍😍😍

CHARACTER(S) … Quest

WARNINGS … none

EXTRA … gn!reader

Shedding your sweater, you laid down on your bed, pulling your laptop open. It was a tiring day today especially, having to work four hours of unpaid overtime. Christ, it was like pure torture.

You typed in your password quickly, opening discord as soon as it loaded, but to your surprise, it didn’t load at all, instead displaying an internetless screen of nothingness. How delightful, your wifi was down.

With a sigh, you closed it, shrugging your sweater back on. “Fucking hell…”

Grabbing your laptop, some money and your keys, you headed out, making your way to the nearest coffee shop with half-decent treats. It was tiring, but their cookies made it worth it.

After placing your order, you went to claim a seat in the packed store; seemed everyone’s wifi was out today. Luckily, you were able to find an empty seat… kind of.

There were two tables set together with four seats, two empty and two full. One with a bag and a coat while the other held a person, pretty tall with glasses and rather professional attire.

“Hey, I’m really sorry, buy would it be alright for me to sit here? I didn’t really expect for this place to be so packed…” You gave an awkward laugh, clutching your laptop to your chest as a person squeezed past you in search of a seat.

The man looked up for a split second, icy blue eyes flicking up and then back down to his screen as he flashed a grin. “Don’t worry, it’s all yours.”

You thanked him, setting down your things hastily. He seemed familiar, but you were really way too exhausted to even think about where you’d know him from. Your drink was ready anyway, you could think while you sipped on your drink and inhaled your cookie.

Taking your completed order from the counter, you began making your way back towards the table, setting your snack and drink of choice on the table, next to your other belongings when you heard a sound. It was familiar, something you heard every day. Was this guy on discord?

When you looked up to observe him further, you almost dropped your cookie in utter shock. A rush of dopamine flooded your brain and you exclaimed a little too loudly.

“Quest?!”

Upon hearing the name, he looked up, confirming further that he was indeed the guy you’d been dating for weeks long-distance! Or… online at least, maybe not as long distance as you thought.

“Angel…?” His hands paused their typing, eyes wide in shock. “Please tell me I’m not hallucinating.”

Careful not to alert other patrons, you held a hand over your mouth. With your free hand, you touched his, in search of the tattoo and there it was. It was him for certain.

You blinked back tears, mumbling under your breath. “Holy shit.”

His laptop snapped shut and he stood up, lips parted in disbelief. You felt him at your back when he disappeared into your blind spot, hugging you from behind. “Oh my god… Angel. I-I didn’t know how I would find you…”

You were immobile for a few more moments, still in shock at the fact that your lover, who you’d never met before, had been so close the entire time.

“Quest…” you put your hands over his, looking up at his face. “We— we should go outside.”

Looking around, he let go of you with a short nod. “Right.”

The two of you left out the back door, near a window so you’d be able to watch your things while you did what you needed. The first thing you did was to hug him tightly, wrapping your arms around his waist.

“I’m so glad I found you.” You spoke into his shirt, which muffled your speech quite a bit. “I can’t believe it.”

He laid a kiss atop your forehead, gentle hands cupping your jaw tentatively. “You’re just as beautiful as you are on my computer screen. Actually… scratch that, you’re even more beautiful.”

“You’re just as much of a flirt in real life as you are onscreen.” You giggled softly, pulling away to look at him in detail. “And much more striking.”

His face reddened, but his expression didn’t show any embarrassment, rather, he seemed more enamoured by you as he let out a laugh. “Now who’s the flirt?”

“Well, it’s not like Bloombot’s here to ban me in person, so I can say anything I want.” You flashed a grin.

“Anything?” He repeated, blinking at you in anticipation.

“Anything.” You emphasized, standing back and looking at him mischievously. “Even my name. If you tell me yours, that is.”

[wordsofoleander]

Sry for the small spam on the bloomic kiss post i lub it so much omg

I judt found bloomic and I'm obsessed lol

spam (the type done with good intent and the canned food) is all the more welcome. i'm so glad to see this ask in my inbox, thank you so much!

hoping the bloomic love is still alive and thriving as i answer this ask comedically late 🫶

[wordsofoleander]

good morning??? 😳

[wordsofoleander]

IN THE SPUR OF THE MOMENT, I SLAPPED THE LYRICS OF SHIROI TULIP, ONE OF THE IKEREV ANNIVERSARY SONGS, INTO A TRANSLATOR AND IT HAS NEVER HIT ME SO HARD UNTIL RIGHT NOW

we can still see the boys all we want in the game through the main routes and saved stories, but with the discontinuation of both the jp and en versions, it's up to us fans now to continue making new memories with them. canon can no longer restrict us! 🥹

[wordsofoleander]

No thoughts just naked toaster and a really touchy s/o. They're barely through the door and they're already making out with him just constantly holding his hand constantly making out with him constantly giving him kisses

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❥ someone get me a dictionary because i need a word to describe the warm feeling this ask gives me. hopefully me publishing this on valentine’s day months after you’ve sent this makes it up to you, nonnie!

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he’s always known that physical touch was your love language, but that was a whole different thing from actually experiencing your affection in person. now, there is always a surprise in store for them when they walk through the door once they're home. being not used to receiving attention like this growing up, they used to always dread getting ambushed with you all over them, but they’ve grown used to it.

no…actually, it’s more like it has become a part of his day to look forward to.

there are times wherein they think that they don’t deserve it, but when you softly say their name (their real name!) like it’s the sweetest dessert in the world, they can’t help but melt further into your touch. perhaps with time, he will be able to find it in himself to be less hesitant with reciprocating, or even let it be your turn to be doted on!

maybe that can be their next gift to you…?

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[wordsofoleander]

platonically gonna kiss you too mwah

NONNIE

[wordsofoleander]

platonically going to kiss that anon who left a request in the inbox

[wordsofoleander]

my posts finally show up in the tags 😭

[wordsofoleander]

🌸 what was this thing i have been looking for?

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❥ dash || she/her || 🇵🇭 ❥ requests are fine, but i can't guarantee being able to write them due to my schedule 🥹 ❥ wips ❥ ao3

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games i write for:

(click on the title to be redirected to pieces related to the game, if available)

❥ ikemen revolution ❥ blooming panic ❥ taisho x alice ❥ our life: beginnings and always ❥ ayakashi romance reborn ❥ cinderella phenomenon

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games i'm currently playing:

(feel free to suggest some new ones to play!)

❥ nothing (too busy)

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backlog:

❥ amnesia memories ❥ pschedelica of the black butterfly ❥ dark nights ❥ bustafellows ❥ hatoful boyfriend ❥ ozmafia!! ❥ heart fragment book 1

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games i wish to play but haven't gotten:

❥ cupid parasite ❥ piofiore: fated memories ❥ hakuoki

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tags:

🌸 — map of the garden. (navi) 🌸 — fresh from the garden. (writing pieces) 🌸 — dash's diary. (ramblings, etc. etc.) 🌸 — hear ye hear ye. (blog announcements)

💌 — inquiries. (questions that are blog-centered) 💌 — ask and you shall receive. (questions that aren't blog-centered) 💌 — just chatting. (asks that aren't questions)

🌺 — until the next full moon. (ikerev) 🌺 — click romantic. (bloomic) 🌺 — love-gift of a fairy tale. (taiali) 🌺 — another step forward. (our life ba) 🌺 — a thousand years in the making. (ayakoi) 🌺 — once upon a time. (cinphen)

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[wordsofoleander]

🌸 where you should give the bloomic characters a kiss!

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❥ 619 words ❥ tags: pure fluff, all of the characters except societyboy ❥ cw: owl's section may be a little bit suggestive ❥ notes: my thirst for pure tender fluff is unquenchable. can't believe this is finally leaving my drafts after like, half a year? enjoy!

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— nightowl: on his collarbone

- there's no denying it when you hear nightowl's labored breathing and feel the rapid beating of his heart when you pull away from the crook of his neck. when you gaze even deeper into his half-lidded eyes and feel his grip on your waist tighten, you become just as lost as he is. hey cutie, you won't think of him as selfish now if he asked for seconds, right?

— quest: on his chest

- sometimes, after a long and tiring day at work, some quality time to unwind with each other is just what you and quest need. one of his favorite ways to do so is to hold his angel in his arms! he feels his heart skip a beat every time he feels you drowsily kiss him on his chest, just above the fabric of his shirt. with moments like these, there's nothing else in the world he could ever wish for.

— xyx: on his cheek

- when xyx sees you tiptoeing towards him and feels your lips on his cheek, he's gone. oh what have you done to him this time, doll? nowadays, he can't help but ask you to reward him with a kiss on the exact same spot for the little favors he does for you with a shit-eating grin on his face. the whole thing makes him feel like he isn't himself. gross. but the way he looks at you says otherwise.

— nakedtoaster: on his chin

- height difference go brr. toasty finds it hilarious how you could be standing on your toes and still be barely reaching the upper half of their face. though when your lips finally touch their skin, he finds his eyes closing shut and his lips letting out a quiet sigh of relief, wishing for the millionth time that their fast-beating heart calm down at least for a little bit.

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bonus for the non-lis!

— onionthief: on his nose

- it’s amusing how one little kiss from you is enough to get onion to shut up completely. you’re convinced that it’s all worth it every time you see his cheeks brighten when you pull away. his full reaction is always a surprise, and you certainly can’t correctly predict what it will be. but when he’s feeling playful and starts to reach for your arm in hopes of revenge, you know you’ve hit the jackpot.

— two2: on the corner of their mouth

- it's become a common occurrence to make dinner together with two and their sister. they're so focused on the task that they don't notice the tiny bits of food left over on their face after taste testing the food. despite the shock from the siblings that comes after, there’s no better excuse than that to plant a quick and chaste kiss just centimeters away from his lips!

— june: on her forehead

- there's just something about feeling a kiss from you on her forehead that sets june's pulse racing. it melts your heart whenever you see her beam at you in response just as much as hers does the exact same thing when you kiss her. you note that there is a spring in her step after, and you can already tell that she’ll forever cherish these little moments with you.

— biglady: on her palm

- lady loves loves loves to cup your face in her hands and gush about how you're the absolute best. when you take one hand against your cheek and give it a smooch, her expression softens, cheeks with a light blush. though you better prepare yourself, as she'll be sure to pepper your face in kisses in return!

— salocin: on the back of his hand

- you once found yourself taking salo's hand in yours and giving it a peck in thanks, saying something about how he's the best grandfather figure you could ever ask for. who wouldn't? it takes you mere seconds to process his reaction. he's happy but... wait, shit. are you...? ohmygod i'm so sorry, salo. please don't cry—

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[wordsofoleander]

🌸 wips

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❥ can't remember to forget you. (ikerev) ❥ it's the little things. (taiali) ❥ if i had my will, time would just stand still (olba) ❥ beer (olba)

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