stem & thorn

“What are those?” Eleven asked, looking at the bundle of dark red flowers in Jonathan’s hands. 

“These?” he held them out to let her look closer, “They’re roses. A special kind of flower for Valentine’s Day.” 

“Why are they special?” Eleven tentatively brushed a fingertip against the soft petals of one of the roses. 

“Because you get them for a girl you really like, the way I really like Nancy.”

“Love.” It was a statement, not a question. Eleven may not have been the best at speaking, but she was certainly good at feeling. Jonathan’s cheeks turned almost as red as the roses in his hand. 

“Yeah,” he ran his fingers through his messy hair, “I guess so.” 

“Pretty,” Eleven smiled. Jonathan reached into the bouquet and plucked one out, handing it to her. 

“Careful,” he said, “Sometimes the stems have thorns.” 

“But they’re not for me,” Eleven hesitated, her hand hovering over the stem.

“This one can be,” Jonathan assured her, “Like you said, they’re for girls you love. And I love you like you’re my little sister.”


An excerpt from a Valentine’s Day fic I wrote a while back. 

Mission: Impossible Probably Doesn’t Have This Much Gay Panic

aka that ridiculous super tropey cliched jeremwood gta fic i started ages ago and have now finished as a valentine’s gift for @ryanthepowerbottomguy
rating: m for nonspecific dick mention
content warning for bad humor, deliberately vague heist details, and ryan “you can’t catch me gay thoughts” haywood
on ao3
excerpt:

“It just needs another minute.”

“We don’t have a minute,” Ryan says. He presses an ear against the door and shuts his eyes, tense, waiting, mapping out a dozen escape routes in his head. “We have maybe thirty seconds. Does that work?”

“Look, the thing—it says it needs fifty-three seconds, okay, do you want me to argue with the computer?”

“Well, yeah, that’s what Gavin does!”

“He—okay, wait, no? He definitely doesn’t just argue with the computer, what the hell, what exactly do you think Gavin does when he’s—” Jeremy cuts himself off, goes still and quiet when heavy footsteps stop in front of the door.

“Alright,” Ryan murmurs, shifting to move into a better position to intercept the guy when he comes through the door. “I’ll try to take him down quietly and maybe we won’t, uh, no, what are you doing,” he says, bewildered, when Jeremy vaults himself over the desk neatly and starts moving in Ryan’s direction.

“I saw this in a movie once,” Jeremy says seriously, and then he’s grabbing Ryan by the lapels of his ill-fitting suit and hauling him down to kiss him.

Fully. On the mouth. With tongue. It’s a little dirty.

Ryan wants to say he plays it cool.

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Feather-set’s Protection Satchel to Ward Off Ex-Lovers

This satchel idea was brought to me from a friend’s friend who went through a painful, abusive relationship. They left their harmful partner and wanted to find a way to protect themselves so that they can keep the ex-partner away. 

What it does: this satchel will help protect you from an ex-lover or abusive partner that you’ve decided to break contact with. This helps protect you from toxic people who might otherwise take advantage of or hurt you. 

Before making this satchel: make sure that you’re not going to allow your harmful ex back into your life. Don’t call them, text them, stop them on the street to say hello, etc. Do not allow them to puncture your space by any means. And if they do manage to come up to you, leave as soon as you can. 

What you’ll need:

  • A black satchel 
  • Rose stems with thorns 
  • Sea salt
  • Hematite, onyx, iron, or some black stones
  • Sage, rosemary, bay leaves (or two of these, or all three for maximum protection)
  • An item to represent you (charm, hair, clipped nails, personal trinket, etc)

Casting: You are free to cast the spell however you wish, though I would recommend burning a black candle while you put the items into the satchel, saying the intent of the pouch as you fill it. Chant something like 

This bag is my shield and these items keep it strong
All these things protect me from (name)’s wrongs

Everyone’s casting styles are different, so you are free to do your own version of whatever spell you want to accompany this. 

Meditate on the purpose of the satchel. Feel the powers of the herbs and stones protecting and holding the items that represents you; in turn, imagine your psychic shield wrapping around you, protecting you from the harmful person’s presence. 

Wear the satchel on you when you’re out or feel uncomfortable, until you feel safe and secure knowing they will no longer bother you ever again. 

Why I chose these items: I’m very fond of plant/herb magick and crystals, so there’s one. Salt is a very protective mineral that is very commonly used to ward off negative presences. Rosemary, sage, and bay leaves are also protective. Rose thorns are the shield that roses, the symbol of love and frailty. Hematite, onyx, and other dark crystals are protective, especially hematite. Black is a strong colour, and is very defiant and protective. 

Betrothal

So it seemed my little summary for an Gajevy au was quite popular, and I have always wanted to attempt to write a fanfic, but I haven’t written much along the lines of fantasy… like ever. And haven’t written an essay in years. I kind of got swept up in this idea, I’ve been working on it all day.
Anyway, this is my first fan fiction, so please leave *kind* constructive criticism, and most importantly, enjoy!!

Summary:Young Levy McGarden, betrothed to the cold hearted Iron Prince she has never met, falls in love with a young knight. Dressed in black armor with a dragon crest, he spends his time attempting to woo her with red roses and leather bound fairy tale books. Little does she know her knight and the prince are one in the same.


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Name: Venus Rose 

SUPERNAME: Flytrap.

Gender/sex: M/M

HEIGHT/WEIGHT: 6’2’’,90 KGS

Quirk: Plant morphology: His hair grows into petals, along with his thorned stem growing from the base of his skull which he keeps wrapped around his neck feeling it’s the only part of his skin that isn’t somewhat defended without it. His arms and legs contain sharp spines that can grow to at least 8 inches in length and are coated with an irritant, the spines however can be delicate if they are broken take time to regrow and harden again. The opposite side of his arms contain pheromone sacks, which release an appealing scent when he’s in a good mood or near someone he is attracted too.

Affiliation: UA Second-year - Class 2-A 

Personality: Usually quiet and enjoys his own company, spends most of his time outdoors gardening and reading. Can have a short temper if he is prodded at too much which can result in flare ups. He is a junior expert in plants, herbs and toxins of plants and flowers. He will become more talkative if he can speak about what interests him, aside from plants he also finds bugs and insects fascinating. His favorite colour is pink and he is actually very into fashionable clothes and has to separate gardening clothes to ones he can wear out.

Greater Good {Oberyn Martell x Tyrell! Reader}

Originally posted by menofgot

 @andtheytoldustotellyouhello requested: “Tyrell!reader who marries oberyn cause him and willas are totally planning on Dany being queen?“ 

[Thanks for the request! Warning of suggestive teasing, but no actual smut.]

 He found himself watching her again. The small lady from the Reach, too wrapped up in her flowers to notice the carnal way he eyed her. His bride to be. His quill had stalled on the page, frozen mid-letter. His gaze narrowed, eyeing the way her hips swayed as she walked. Maybe she did know that he was watching. 

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And I'll Still be a Fool

Requested: “can you write an imagine based on the song just a little bit of your heart by ariana? :) love your writing by the way!”

A/N: So I said a while ago that I enjoy writing imagines based on songs and/or poems and things of that sort. So my next upcoming imagines will probably all be requested songs that you guys sent me! I might do a part 2 for this one but idk. Let me know y'all

I don’t feel the need to know who you’re with

Roses were always your favorite no matter how cliche it was. The petals were soft yet depending on the rose, sometimes they had thorns on the stem. Thorns that could make you bleed the same way love did. You normally hated poetry, and romantic comparisons or things of that sort, but the fact that roses were so beautiful yet sometimes so painful to touch, the same way love was, it was just interesting to you. And somehow someone knew this. Someone knew you liked roses, someone knew you enjoyed the sunset colored ones with the petals you’d rub your thumb against. For the past few months or so someone had been sending you roses every couple weesk. One week it was a huge bouquet of orangey pink petals with a note hidden behind the thorns that you always thought would say something but it never did. Usually just a heart would be drawn on the tiny piece of paper, and occasionally there’d be numbers written on the note, but you never know what it meant. They were long numbers usually, with no spaces in between. You thought this secret admirer of yours was sweet at first and you had kept some of the flowers in vases, but you tended to get tired of it considering they wouldn’t tell you who they were. Your friends had told you it was probably an old friend from high school, and that just irritated you even more. Either way it wouldn’t matter anyway because your heart was already taken.

A close friend of yours had mutual friends with someone who somehow ended up introducing you to Shawn Mendes, and you immediately fell in love just like the rest of the world did whenever they heard his voice. You felt a little pathetic for succumbing to the worlds way of falling for the same guy every other girl had fallen for, but you couldn’t help it. You understood easily why everyone drooled over him. It didn’t matter anyway, he seemed to be preoccupied with his music or other girls which was understandable. You had surprisingly talked to him often, snapchatting and texting small talk. He was a friend, and you hated it. You wanted to be more than friends. You tried not to flirt a lot, you never asked him about his past girlfriends, and you tried not to talk too much about where he went on those lonely Friday nights at 3am after an award show or something. You secretly cared and you always wished he’d come to you whenever he was looking for a little extra attention on those nights, but he never did. You figured because of the fact that you didn’t talk to him about those things, maybe he would like you, maybe he’d seem excited about the fact that he was talking to a girl who didn’t only care about how good he was in bed, or how much money he was making. You assumed most girls only cared about those things, but you didn’t. And you tried your hardest to make it appear that way, and you tried hard to show that you cared for him. But apparently he wasn’t getting that message, and it continued to break your heart, so you-not even caring anymore at this point- threw away another bouquet of roses that you wished were from Shawn.

Just a little bit of your heart, is all I want

“Yeah, they’re all freaking out because I haven’t posted a picture or anything, it’s kinda funny.” Shawn laughed lightly as he told you about his new tattoo that his fans felt teased by since he hadn’t posted about it. He was right about his fans, and you remember seeing plenty of comments and tweets talking about how much of a tease Shawn was. It was all true, and you wished it wasn’t. There were so many times you wondered if Shawn was flirting with you, and he’d give you tiny bits of what it was like to be with him, only to rip it away from you by taking two days to respond to a simple text, or not talking to you with the same tone. He really was a tease and it drove you crazy. You were currently wrapped up in your thoughts as you looked out the window next to you, watching the busy lives of strangers on the street. You wondered who else was going through what you felt, who else had such strong feelings for someone who didn’t feel the same. The day had taken an unexpected turn and you ended up walking into this fancy restaurant for dinner after work because you felt like you deserved it. It was the weekend after all so why not? You had posted about it on Twitter or something and almost two minutes later Shawn favorited your tweet, and texted you saying he was in that area. So here he was now, sitting across from you with food in front of him. You wanted to call this a date, but of course you didn’t and you assumed it was just a friendly dinner with a good friend. That’s what adults do all the time right? He was chewing on his finger, and that button up dress shirt he was wearing complimented his hazel eyes, along with those curls of his that needed to be cut. You scratched the back of your neck and forced yourself to stop looking at him and to finish your food.

“You okay? Do you not like your food? You can have some of mine if you want or something.” He caught you off guard and his voice melted in you ears like honey being poured into a sweet cup of tea.

“Oh no, I’m fine. I like my food, I’m okay! Thank you though.” You smiled at his kindness to share with you and you shoved some more of your food into your mouth. You really did like what was on your plate, you just found yourself struggling to concentrate on anything when Shawn Mendes was sitting in front of you. You don’t remember being so flustered just by being with him. You’ve been friends with him for some time now and you had talked to him millions of times without getting this nervous. Your feelings were blooming like flowers in the spring, and you wished so badly you could reach across the table to grab him. Grab his face, and kiss him. Grab his chest, to feel his heartbeat. The insides of his heart were most likely just as beautiful as his face. You knew him, and you knew his personality was amazing but you didn’t know him enough, and all you wanted was just even a tiny piece of his heart to learn about. What does he think about when he can’t sleep? Who does he think about the most? His family? His friends? His fans? Himself? Another girl? You chewed on your now cold food and continued to wonder these things, and think these thoughts as he kept talking about who knows what now. You weren’t even listening anymore.

I heard a little love, is better than none

Wind blew around your hair as you walked up to your house, and right as you placed your foot on the step to your door, you almost completely crushed a single rose with your shoe. If you didn’t love flowers so much you wouldn’t have stopped yourself and you would’ve stomped all over the damn rose until it was in pieces. Although you were head over heels for someone else, it was still a little sweet to you that this other stranger was still sending you flowers. But today, you were going to end it. You picked up the rose and walked into your house, placing it on the kitchen table. You pulled out your phone and went to Twitter, you figured this secret admirer of yours was following you ( or so you hoped ) so why not post about this, and ask them to stop sending you roses? You started typing but from the corner of your eye, something caught your attention. You hadn’t even noticed before but there was a small note attached to the stem of the rose like usual, but this time it wasn’t just a heart or some numbers. There were actual words written on the small piece of paper. You almost dropped your phone, picking up the note and tearing it off the little string tied around the stem.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.” 6317

What the hell is that supposed to mean?? Next to the one sentence there were numbers written. No lines, no dashes. You re read the sentence and stared at the number trying to figure out what kind of game this person was playing. You looked at the numbers one more time before realizing what the date was today. It was June 4th, 2017, and yesterday was June 3rd. 6/3/17 was yesterday. Right? The numbers had to be a date, what else could it be? You were confused and frustrated either way, so you decided to finish your tweet.

“If you’re sending me roses, please either tell me who you are or just stop. Its very nice of you, but this game is getting tiring.”

You hit send and the tweet was officially posted to everyone. You hung the note on your fridge, hoping maybe you could eventually tell who’s hand writing it was. It was sloppy cursive, that you could barely read at first. You didn’t know anyone who wrote like that, did you? You tried to forget about it and see if anyone responded to your tweet. You figured you’d wait to see if you received anymore roses this week or the next. So you ended your day by placing that red rose into a vase near your window, admiring it as much as your secret admirer admired you.

And I’ll still be a fool for you

The sun woke you, as you turned over to get more comfortable, your bed was always your favorite place to be. But now the sun was keeping you awake and so you reached to your nightstand grabbing your phone, to do the daily social media check. You scrolled through Instagram, Snapchat, and finally Twitter. You scrolled through people tweeting about Shawn’s upcoming tour which saddened you a little to know that he was going to be leaving soon. You guessed it didn’t really matter anyway though right? Without even thinking about it you clicked on Shawn’s Twitter account, just to see what he was up to. He hasn’t texted you or talked to you since you two had lunch the other day. You scrolled down, to see his most recent tweet and you almost dropped your phone on your face.

“Don’t forget me, and I won’t forget you.”

He literally tweeted the same thing that was written on your note. You sat up and rubbed your eyes, looking at the tweet again. People tweeted him back asking him if that was a new song lyric or something and you just sat there, eyes wide. The stranger sending you roses couldn’t have been Shawn, there was no way. Maybe he just found the same quote your secret admirer found. Your brain was tired but you slowly were trying to put the pieces together. And so you ran down stairs to the trash can in the kitchen looking for more notes with numbers on them. After digging through mini pizza boxes and used tissues, you pulled out two notes from several weeks back. One note had the numbers 52217. May 22nd 2017. May 22nd, was the day Shawn came over to play you an idea he had for a song. You remember this because you pretty much marked in your calendar whenever you spent time with him, but if you were so in love with him how could you be so blind? The other note you found read the numbers 43017. April 30th 2017.. What happened April 30th? You pulled out your phone and looked at your calendar to see if there were any events marked, and of course there was. April 30th was one of Shawn’s shows you attended, and you brought him roses, you were starting to remember now because he used the roses to give out to some fans after the show, and you thought it was so sweet, you weren’t even angry that he got rid of your roses. Roses.

Reality was hitting you hard, and it all made sense now. Shawn had remembered these days just like you did. It was Saturday morning, 8am and Shawn was probably already on his plane to who knows where, you couldn’t even remember where his tour was starting. You texted him a couple times and called, but there was no reply. You stared at the notes on the table in front of you wondering how you were going to handle this. This whole time you thought you knew but you really had no idea. You wondered if Shawn felt angry at you now for your tweet, or if he felt bad. You didn’t know but either way there was one thing you did know, and that was that no matter how far away Shawn was from you, you’d never forget him, and no matter how many roses you threw away, your heart would still belong to him, and it probably always would.

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Happy Birthday Waverly Earp - HaughtBreaker - Wynonna Earp (TV) [Archive of Our Own]
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
By Organization for Transformative Works

Summary: Waverly Earp is used to being disappointed for her birthday, but she’s never spent her birthday with Nicole Haught before.

Note: So today is Waverly’s birthday and I thought I’d post a little birthday fic.

Originally posted by softwlws

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ooohoohoo i hope im doing this right ;v;“

i have a ton of stuff typed up for these redesigns!! i hope its not too much text aaaa ;o;

i got the okay to submit these so i hope its alright to go ahead and do so! these are the redesigns that i had asked about through anon (and have put on a texture and my watermarks :’D )

Just managed to finish a buncha Yandere Simulator Redesigns! these are all of the main protagonist, and the ten rivals.

I decided to do a simply designed uniform to display the characters in. I chose this kinda of dress because i had fun drawing it. and i like the colour green. I also kept it only one colour/hue + white, instead of blue and red, which are colours that strongly contrast each other. These outfits still display changes that could probably apply to many other school dress designs, these being in skirt length, sleeve length, whether they wear jerseys or not and also, how they tie their bows/ribbon things.

So below I will share with you my personal ideas/headcannons/suggestions for the Yan Sim rivals, both for their personality and appearance, along with their reasons for being rivals. Please keep in mind these thoughts are all for fun!

(Also before i begin i must apologise for the jumps and many changes in quality and the several mistakes in the artworks, there’s really no excuse for them but i really can’t be bothered to fix em! maybe later :’D these took about a week to complete anyhow! )

First we have Yandere Chan!
Appearance:
I actually found somewhere on the Tummler someone suggesting that Yan-chan, instead of dark grey hair, should have white hair! They said that this would make Ayano have a more unique look, as well as the fact that white is associated with death in japan. Very cool! I figured it’d be neat, and would also match my idea that i have for Ayano’s personality. (i made a version with her default hair/eye colour just for fun tho)

Personality:
Recently Yandere dev posted a video on Ayano’s childhood. as everyone has been pointing out, the video is riddled with plotholes. not only that but i dont see any yandere in Ayano anymore. shes more like… a mix of yandere and kuudere. but without the -dere. she’s a Yankuu. KUUYAN im kidding. but anyway as a lot of people have been saying: the edge is strong with this video. and i feel like the edginess is too cringy. so lets remedy it!
i feel like having a yandere with a polite yet joking/sarcastic attitude would be pretty neat. Relating to her hair color, she would appear to be pure/innocent (referring to how white can be associated with purity), but should you choose to break this image by playing through the game violently, the hair colour would still relate! Back onto her personality and the idea of her being joking/sarcastic, if her insanity is getting low, she could make snarky/sarcastic remarks to her victims, either in the basement for the torture killing method, or possibly when outright killing them. maybe she likes to taunt her victims before killing them! i like the idea of her being headstrong with a kinda “these women have no chance against me” vibe. However the lower her sanity is, the more likely she is to vocalise these taunts, and maybe the lower it is, the more confident she becomes (in terms of killing someone as well, and possibly with killing them in front of others).

Next up is Osana!

Appearance:
This was basically me just fooling around with her design. There are some anime characters with hairstyles that just dont make ANY fucking sense whatsoever. be it that they make no sense in terms of gravity, or in terms of practicality. If the game is going to have several cliches sprinkled in, I want to put one in too! D:< I kid. But anyway- I did want to give her short hair. I felt like she would make a neat typical ‘tom boy’ kinda character. however, giving her short hair would neglect the sweet gradient she has going on, man! not only that but it also dismisses the kill method with the fan vent thing. i thought that method was pretty cool and i’d love to do it in game as well. ANYWAY i decided to give her these weird long bangs/side hair things.
and of course, for a hair accessory, she gets a small hair clip. one of those cheap ass clips that dont keep any hair back and only kids wear. (maybe its a little clip that senpai gave to her when they were younger! :‘3c ) I figured a small hair accessory would be adequate for her considering she is the first rival; it gives her a decently unique appearance, and keeps it simple at the same time. As the first enemy in the game, i don’t think she needs all that much detail.
and in terms of her stockings… yeah im not too sure. I changed the white spots because i personality didnt like the contrast, but her stockings weren’t bad originally.

Personality:
In terms of her personality, she’d be a typical tsundere. of course. she isnt mean though, unlike how she’s being implemented to act; its more like she does nice things for senpai, he smiles and says thank you, and she gets all flustered and shy/embarassed and is denying she did it because she likes him, its just because they’re friends, of course! anyway senpai obviously knows she has a thing for him (i doubt hes that stupid to not notice). depending on how you eliminate Osana, he will react in a few different ways.

The first way, if you murder Osana, is that senpai will OBVIOUSLY become incredibly distraught. he will become depressed. how would you feel if your best friend since childhood was suddenly murdered? for seemingly no reason, too!

The second way, if you befriend Osana and convince her to not confess to senpai and instead let you do so, Senpai will notice that Osana has started acting differently. However, its not an extreme change, Osana just seems to no longer be romantically interested in him. and because they’re best friends, he will be fine with it. I mean, i hope he’s a good guy that would be fine with something like that.

The third way is similar to the second, however the cause is instead that Osana is paired off with another person at school. heck, why not senpai be supportive of the new couple! thats the best :D

Not all too sure of the other elimination methods so im not going to comment on them :‘3

Next up is Amai!

Appearance:
the feet can fuck off. i hated drawing them.
ahem.
Of course, Amai here in her redesign is short and chubby. …kinda chubby. I actually had trouble with her proportions, at first she looked like a very long armed person with midget length legs. which did look kinda weird. anyway! I like the idea of her being kind and gentle etc. and i gave her a single tight curl in her hair, for the same reason as i did for Muja. ill explain why on the part for Muja though!

Personality:
I didnt really feel like changing her personality much. she has a cute personality already! no need to change it :D

Next up, Kizana!
this is actually my favourite redesign ive made out of the whole group c’:

Appearance:
(the negativity i have in this part is mostly, if not completely, just my personal preference.)
In all honesty i figured the richness in color of her original hair/stockings were wayyy too much. in terms of saturation. ive personally never liked that colour of purple. its always been weird and way too saturated for me to use whenever ive had to design a character (be it a humanoid character or a different creature). so i decided to change her hair to a light lavender colour, and her stockings to a similar shade. speaking of her stockings… I felt like they were incredibly tacky xD they just had rose prints tacked onto the material! definitely not regal looking, if that is indeed the sought after look. instead, i changed her stockings to have thorned vines embroidered on them, which refer to not only the thorned stems of roses, but also her personality.
I also felt like it’d be a cute idea for her to have a poofy skirt! again, it could be considered a 'dramatic’ contrast to all the other rivals and possibly all the other students. She also had the obligatory gloves (drama club) and i like to think she wears a long sleeved version of the school uniform.

Personality:
I feel as though she would have a perfect personality if she were to be sassy, often rude, but to also encourage creativity and originality. she could also be quite supportive of those with creative and unique ideas, which could mean she could poooossibly be paired with the art club leader? might be a stretch but i thought it was a cute idea that would make sense in this case :'3
I also changed the roses both on her choker and in her hair to a darker red, also due to the fact that i cant stand saturated colours. they also create a contrast to her lighter overall appearance, which can also be considered to be a dramatic contrast!
her eyes are blue due to the fact that i always thought the colour of royalty was deep blue. i once read a fact book for kids that was about some specific time period (i think it was based on like england or smth), which said if you were royal, you were considered to have blue blood. this was derived from the idea that royalty in the UK often had such pale skin you could see the blue veins under their skin therefore making people think they had blue blood in their veins.

anyway,

The next rival is Oka!
Appearance:
I didn’t feel like changing her design much, other than the fact i feel like with her messy hair, one or some teachers may ask her to tie her hair back. I know they do so in my school, especially if your hair is unneat or unkempt! Of course, she has a longer skirt. I feel like someone who is shy and socially awkward like Oka would HATE having to wear a mini skirt/dress. i feel like she’d be the type of character to cover up as much as possible, which is also why i gave her a jersey! It may seem redundant with her gloves already covering her but maybe she gets cold easily! i also thought it’d be cute, along with the fact that her original design had a turtleneck sweater/jersey. yay, jerseys!

Personality: I think her personality is perfect how it is. shy, weird, socially awkward and head of a fucking occult club. neato.

Asu Rito is next!! ..ehkinda.
not sure what i did here. i just put her hair into a ponytail and made her sports pants longer.

NEXT IS MUJA KINA GAHAJHUDHEU
ahem
i decided that Muja Kina could be an intern for nursing! She had just flown over from another country to do training to become a nurse :3 

Appearance: since she’s from another country, i felt that i could give her a uniform similar to the ones that nurses from South Africa wear, considering i live in SA! i just made it pink to match her overall colour scheme, and made her eyes green to contrast. as said earlier, i gave both her and Amai a little tight curl in their hair. this is because when i was younger and had really long hair, my hair was mostly straight save for a single random curl. i felt like this would add a little personal touch to the redesigns, and also add a bit of youthfulness to their appearance. also because i like drawing these kindsa curls :3

Personality:
Instead of being a ditzy airhead klutz WHATEVER kinda person, she is a very caring and soft person, and tries her best to be strict and reprimanding but she just can’t do it, she’s too sweet by nature! she also tries her best to help anyone and can become too attached to her patients that need a lot of help. so that brings me to the topic of her relationship with senpai!
i feel like with her being a nurse that wants to save everyone, when she sees senpai she immediately calls him in and tries helping him throughout her week. i feel like she’d try to act like a therapist and give him meds like Rescue for stress and stuff like that. at the end of the week i’d say she’d have by then convinced him to maybe leave the school (if there have been murders in the past she could have convinced him that this school is too dangerous for him to attend) or to possibly leave dating or love and w/e for after school when he’s going to college (if the past rivals were all eliminated peacefully and senpai is feeling uuuu sorry for himself that any girl he likes lose interest in him)

Next is Mida Rana!
honestly before i memorised Mida’s and Muja’s names to their faces, i kept getting the two mixed up with each other. their names aren’t really similar, but… they’re too similar for me ):<<
ANYWAY
Appearance: Overall i just changed her appearance to be less obviously a porn actress acting as a teacher who spanks the students or some creepy shit like that. no garter belt showing AND NO OBVIOUS BOOBAGE. the boobage is still there but its more believable or plausible to happen in a school environment /iguess/ since of course some women have such large breasts that sometimes the clothes they have can’t cover up their cleavage completely! and while that argument could have been used for her original design, i feel like that design was just made to be sexual and nothing else.

Personality: i think i read this somewhere else before but the idea for Mida Rana is that she is the new teacher for Senpai’s class. idk maybe the last one was killed or she resigned! or w/e. anyway Mida Rana will become a rival because WELL WHADDYA KNOW she’s the head teacher for the exchange program! she decides that because senpai is such a friendly and respectful person, he would make a perfect candidate for representing Akademi High by becoming an exchange student in another school! maybe this would make senpai decide to move to that country he became an exchange student in :0c either way senpai would be leaving the school for an amount of time so its basically oh noes for Ayano!

so next we have Osoro!
Appearance: for her design i went full derp bc i didnt really know what to do. i googled high school delinquents and its a japanese thing and i didnt… really know… how to redesign her. so i just made her a bit less caring to her uniform appearance and gave her one of those masks that some deliquents in google images were wearing. also darker skin because why not.

personality: i didnt really have much of a problem with her original personality so i didnt really feel like changing it.

NEXT is Hanako!

appearance: keeping her as little miss generic. upon transferring to the school because her parents felt it would be nice for her and senpai to be in the same school before senpai finishes high school, she was wearing the school uniform exactly as how it was described in the rulebook she had gotten before transferring to Akademi. however, after seeing all the other students wearing short skirts, with colourful hair, hair accessories and colourful socks, the second day she comes to school she decides to wear her favourite heart hair clip. ooooh what a rule breaker!!

personality: upon coming to school for the first day, she will realise that something is off. Hanako is not stupid; if she finds out that there have been murders at the school, she will immediately tell her parents who will proceed to transfer both senpai and Hanako out of Akademi to a new school.
if there have not been any murders, and senpai tells her of the girls that used to have crushes on him but have all suddenly become uninterested in him, she will conclude that someone is trying to sabotage all of his potential lovers, and similar to Muja, will convince him to not start dating anyone.

finally, Megami Saikou.
i always felt that the name Saikou sounds a LOT like Psycho. and i legit figured that, after seeing the name on Ayano’s cellphone, it was kinda punny engrish name that referred to Ayano’s yandere nature. BUT NO it seems like its the name of the random corporation thing. that got me thinking…

what if Megami was also a yandere? :3c she could be a serious kinda yandere; professional and very VERY secretive of eliminating those who mean harm to the one she loves. ofc since she’s supposed to be a mary sue, it will be very VERY hard to get by her because she is very good at keeping this a secret.

so yeah!! those are the ideas i had for the redesigns for the rivals and Yan-chan! hope some people like them /)o//v//o(\

I Ship It

Not a Request but due to one of the asks on Chase shipping Rob and his S/O, I wanted to write a little thing with that idea. 
Also I wanted to write something with Chase Bro Average. 

Originally posted by markired

“Rob! Bro!” Chase yelled as he came skidding around the corner, almost crashing straight into the Zombie. “Here!” 
Rob looked down as a rose was pushed into his pale hands. 
He looked back up at Chase with a raised eyebrow, holding the stem carefully so the thorns didn’t prick his skin.
“Um…thanks?” He said, uncertain. Chuckling slightly as he offered the rose back. “I kinda don’t understand-”
“Give it to (Y/N)!” Chase said, a wide smile on his lips. He was practically bouncing on his feet. Something Rob noticed the playful Egos seemed to do. 
“Err, why?” The Zombie asked. His eyes lighting up a bit at your name. “I’ve already brought them flowers before. They wouldn’t find it very interesting.”
Ever since you had agreed to the first date, Rob had constantly gone to Chase for advice on relationships.
Anything from what clothes to wear too how to not become a stuttering mess when you smiled. Rob would flee to Chase and drink in every word the man had to say.
It had been a few months since that first date, and Rob could confidently say things were going smoothly. 
But he was always open to new ideas to impress you. And Chase was beyond excited that his Undead friend had found someone he was happy with. 
The idea of you and Rob together had been absurd at first, but now, Chase would loath to see either of you with anyone else. He’d even go as far as locking the two of you in the basement if you ever thought of breaking up. 
And he was pretty sure the other Egos would aid him.
“No, bro, this is different.” Chase insisted eagerly. “Last time, you brought them flowers as a gift for the date. Sorta a thank you for giving you a chance. But this is more sentimental. Just walk up to them and give them the flower. And say you saw it, and you thought of them.” 
Rob didn’t really see how a bunch of flowers was different to a single rose.
But Chase was yet to be wrong and Rob was willing to try anything to make you smile.
He examined the red petals with tender fingers. Not wanting to bruise or tear the fragile plant. It was a rather deep shade of red. Matched with dark forest green leaves and a long thin stem. 
“I suppose…it is rather exquisite.” Rob murmured as he twirled the rose slowly. “But (Y/N) can’t be compared to a flower, Chase.” 
Chase clapped his hands and poked Rob’s chest. “Exactly! Say that! And they’ll be blushing like mad.” 

Rob did like it when you blushed. And the smile that stretched your lips made something equivalent to a heart-beat flutter inside his chest.
“O-Ok, I’ll give it a go.” Rob said with a wary smile. Chase gave his friend a thumbs up and spun him around. Giving the Zombie a small shove down the hallway.
Chase followed behind, but stayed back behind the corner when Rob entered the kitchen.
You were currently discussing something with Anti, who seemed rather irritated.
As usual.
His eyes sparked when Rob tapped you on the shoulder and presented you the rose.
“I saw this and thought of you.” Rob said with a small nervous shake to his voice. “But I don’t think a single rose could be compared to you.”
Chase had to bite on his fist to stop himself from ‘awing’ too loudly at the bright blush that spread across your cheeks. And Rob’s chest tightened at the way you smiled. He could never tire of the sight.
Anti rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “Couples are disgusting.” Turning away and marching out of the room.  
You took the rose and pecked a kiss to Rob’s cheek. “Thank you. That’s so sweet of you.” 
Rob looked at the ground and giggled at the touch. He was still not use to that sort of affectionate contact. He doubted he’d ever get use to it. It was too amazing to become something normal to him.
You disappeared to go find a vase for the flower and Rob turned to see Chase poking his head into the kitchen. 
“See. Told you.” Chase hissed with a very broad smile. 
Rob chuckled and nodded. “Next time Anti steals your cap, come to me, bro. I owe you…again.”

‘ Ghost Seed ‘   Hue altered scanned plant photograph by Bob Bauer.  When I put this image in photoshop, I decided to play a bit with the colors and this particular hue seemed ghostly to me and added to the image.   Part of my collection of extremely high resolution images.

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Hanahaki disease

Beware: This has Langst

Hope you enjoy

—-

They called it love. They called it forever.

But. It wasn’t forever when he left me for some one else.

Some one else who could protect him better. Who could treat him better. Who would love him better… Then me.

I almost laugh at it. Almost laugh at myself.

Who am I kinding.

They tell me to stop loving him. That he doesn’t love me back. That’s what started this mess.

This mess I’m staring at.

These… Flower petals.

And blood.

Red Roses. Red like him.

Red like his jacket.

With tints of black black specks like… His hair.

These tears.

I haven’t cried in awhile.

But this pain was too much. It wasn’t just petals.

It was roses. Full bodied roses. Stem and all.

The stem the thorns tore my throat and mouth into pieces.

It made me bleed as I threw up these beautiful flowers.

The flowers of a one sided love.

These flowers will be the death of me. Literally.

Everytime some one talks about him I smile. Hold back tears and say. “Its okay”

But I have to rush off as the flowers come. The red petals follow me into the restaurant bathroom.

Leaving a trail of my one sided love.

I can practically feel Keith and Shiro staring at me in disgust.

It hurt.

I try to call out as the flowers come up more violent then ever.

Tearing my throat and mouth into something never able to be healed.

Cutting my tongue into tiny pieces as noises rattle my throat.

The men who were in the bathroom watched me in fear trying to understand what was going on as I was bent over throwing up these flowers of a one sided love.

This was it.

I couldn’t breathe anymore.

This was it.

An end to my one sided love.

An end to begging Keith to come back to me so this would stop.

An end to hoping Shiro never left Keith and left him with what I have.

And end to every thing.

The petals have stopped as I lay on the around of the bathroom. Surrounded by my blood and flower petals.

Keith and Shiro rush in as they see me. Hunk follows soon after and pidge is standing by the door. They all seem to be…

In tears.

Will they miss me?

I hope they will.

I do my best to smile at them as the hand by my mouth goes limp.

Its the end.

I was so soft for you, you tried at every move to turn my softness into feebleness and submission
You tried getting me hard and cold by making me see femininity as weakness;
made me disgusted by my own brain
You picked the wrong rose though because my petals are fleecy and loving; scented pleasingly but flowers are for the bees
and all worker bees are female so I guess I was never meant for dirty hands anyway
You neglected to notice roses have stems, and their stems have thorns.
My roots grew around people like you so I knew not to grow smooth enough to touch
Girls are like roses and we know how to bite back because we’re sick of everyone going flower-picking for a sweet, dying company
What a lovely site, you’d brag about me holding your arm
but you only look where you see
something you can get back or consume
You played “I Love You Not” “I Love You” picking off parts of me
You wanted to see how strong my heart is,
tried making it harder for anyone else to get to it
When you rip off flower petals they don’t grow back any rougher than original
My silkiness is my reward for finally getting bored of being shoved around by people like you
I already have sharp edges; I didn’t need you to change me or make me see how scary the world can be
Because my mama already raise me,
She grew me in a brier patch so my nimble fingers have muscle memory to things like this;
Skipping over trigger words for fights like barbed wires reaching for my feet that thither out like a known maze
Maybe one day I’ll stop comparing myself to flowers but I have been
cut down and I have replanted
forests in my body more times than
you can count to
So if you’re out there waiting for me to miss you I know you’ll freeze
in the coming snow all alone
And that feeling is like me coming home.
—  Your Mistakes Don’t Shape Me

anonymous asked:

Hi Bartho! can you help me with character prompts for demons? thanks a bunches!

sure thing, some character ideas coming right up. hopefully these are what you wanted,,

💥 Their skin was inky. As they walked, it dripped onto the floor, leaving puddles behind them.

💥 It was dangerous to get this close to them, but from a couple feet away, he could see six different colors in their eyes.

💥 She could see them from the corner of her eye, everyday. The glimpses had her heart racing in her chest.

💥 They were unusually large, with a spiked tail that reminded them of a rose stem covered in thorns.

💥 They had yet to get a hang of modern clothes and the strange combination showed that clearly. Did they think that orange matched those purple pants? 

💥 She was danger wrapped in the body of a small child with soft golden hair. When she grinned, they could see that her teeth on the bottom row were a lot sharper than the top row. 

💥 He took pleasure in changing his form from conventionally attractive to something not so. Seeing how human nature changed their behavior towards him was truly fascinating.

💥 They lounging in the living room of their target’s house, enjoying the exasperation as they toyed with modern technology.

Lying in bed awaiting the alarm, I waited, wanting, feeling all words and no speech. My fingers longed to pull the long-stemmed words apart, sticky thorns with radiant buds to place each one in a vase carved of verse, so much feeling foaming beneath my gums from lines that whispered in my sleep. And how they sit engorged and ripe. Cut them open and set my mind free.

Rhapsodyinblue45

9/19/17

roseglowing  asked:

hi, do you know anything about rose witches? idk it sounds really interesting to me but i can't find anything about them :( any spells, practices? thank you so much for answering and have a nice day! 💓

being one myself, i would say it involves gardening rose bushes, using their blooms/stems/thorns/fruits in various spells, being specific about the type and color of rose for its uses/correspondences, but also sometimes plants related to it, like strawberries. it also expands to not just the plant itself, but its use over time in literature, history, culture, etc. 

My veins are made,
up of rose’s stems,
in between the thorns,
carries what I need to live.

My heart beats,
with the sound of rain on rooftops,
It makes a hymn,
that’ll lull you to sleep,
beckon you to weep.

My heart is made,
up of glass,
it is see through,
fragile, not meant to last.

The veins and vines,
circle around my heart,
they constrict with every lie,
and release with my art.

—  Scorpio Venus in 5th