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oozey mess
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broken wings || open starter
Her fists banged against the metal that caged her, fingers trying to pry the metal open. Tears prickled her eyes as her efforts were fruitless. She couldn’t even change her form to be smaller and try and escape the metal was digging into her wings-! The seelie was merely minding her own business when she’d accidentally set off a trap, ending with her wings between the teeth of a trap and one of her own legs.
“Help…! Anyone…!” She cried out, trying to reach behind her, ignoring the pain shooting through her at every action.
Flora was one of Oscar’s oldest and closest companions. After his parents died and he was sent to live with his aunt, she’d been the first fae in the Hollow to befriend him. She’d stayed in touch even after he found his own place to live, especially in recent years. Oscar was a herbalist, and Flora was his supplier of any plants that weren’t readily available to him.
By coincidence, he was actually on his way over to her home to see if she had any asphodel he could use when he came across her trapped. No fae was unfamiliar with the concept of poachers (their wings were a highly desired item among dark witches), but Oscar hadn’t thought there were any nearby. Apparently he’d been wrong in that assumption.
He heard her cry for help before he saw her. Oscar sped through the forest, wings fluttering faster than they had in quite some time. “Flora!” He called out in horrified surprise when his eyes finally landed upon her. He flew up to where she hung trapped, “Hold on, I’ll get you out of here.” Oscar immediately began flitting around the cage, searching for anything that looked like a lock.
Son of the Forest aesthetic
If you were going to be remembered for one thing in this life, what would would you want that one thing to be?
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。✧* NAME
Flora Lynphea
。✧* RINGTONE
The Sun is Rising by Britt Nicole
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thank you for having me!
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thank you for helping out with the flower crown tent!
@florassence
☎ ( pyrrha | @bestofmistral )
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Mrs. Kushina Uzumaki
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Little Wonders by Rob Thomas
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Please, call me Kushina.
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Thank you, Mrs. Uzumaki.
@habcnero
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Teddy Moon
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Nattöppet by Detektivbyrån
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i need flowers for mama but the florist shop is closed today :c
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you can come by the greenhouse to get some if you’d like!
@smclvrsa
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✉ ➜ hana [o+h]
hana: you should have gotten both?!
hana: i take back what i said
hana: go back and buy the other!!!
hana: we can eat them together?!
oscar: ....
oscar: fine, I'll get them both
Task 007 : Oscar Pine / OZ Oriel Zaharia ( the A.I. in his head, complex relationship )
i. be somebody ; thousand foot krutch // ii. all the king’s horses ; karmina // iii. that green gentleman ; panic! at the disco // iv. world so cold ; 12 stones // v. not the same man ; greg laswell // vi. little wonders ; rob thomas // vii. kings ; the pierces // viii. castle of glass ; linkin park // ix. viva la vida ; coldplay // x. crossfire ; stephen // xi. run boy run ; woodkid // xii. bring me back to life ; extreme music // xiii. i see fire ; ed sheeran
Domestic Starters || @fearxcourage
“ Don’t you think these flowers brighten the place up? ”
“They certainly are… colourful,” Whitley tried, setting the potted plant down beside the last he’d taken in. The last one was wilting, looking far more depressing in comparison to the plant beside it. He’d started humouring Oscar’s attempts and took a few in, but he could never seem to keep them alive. At first it was from a lack of trying. Somehow eventually, he felt guilty. He didn’t see the point in it all, but Oscar was getting them for him for some reason beyond him. He’d started trying to keep them alive, but he could never seem to succeed.
Stepping back, Whitley regarded the latest plant with a frown, one arm curled around his chest as the hand of his other held his chin in thought. “It’s a shame, it’ll most likely die like the rest. I’m not a gardener, Oscar.”
Colorful. Colorful was good. Better than unpleasant! And he wasn’t shuddering away from them either! That was progress. Oscar wasn’t entirely sure why he’d made it his new short-term goal to get Whitley to like plants, or at least feel comfortable around them. The two of them weren’t exactly friends and what Whitley did or didn’t like wouldn’t affect Oscar in the slightest, but it just felt wrong to stand by and not try to help someone overcome their dislike of something he himself loved so much. It was one thing not to like pesky plants like weeds, but flowers? Who didn’t like flowers?! If Flora knew she’d be shocked.
“You don’t need to be a gardener to take care of a plant,” Oscar chuckled quietly, a little amused by how contemplative Whitley appeared as he looked over the small plant. “And everyone accidentally kills their first few, but that’s why you keep trying. To get better at it.”
What if Farm boi is based off cinderella and Whitley based of Prince Charming (internal screaming)
Well I mean,,,
soon in bloom | oscar ; whitley
coldcstson:
“I have a hard time believing that,” Whitley answered simply. Perhaps people just had a different understanding on the word ‘friend’ than Schnee’s did. Either way, they didn’t really.. have friends. Just people who were beneficial to them.
Glancing up at the question, Whitley took a moment before setting his foot down again, straightening himself out. “I’m fine,” Whitley answered, somewhat tense. No.. her certainly didn’t feel comfortable at all.
Eyes glancing up at the rose in the man’s hair, Whitley shrunk back slightly. It had to be dirty. The bugs and parasites that crawled on it. The ones that were probably still in it. How could anyone just… put that in their hair? For no good reason.
Forcing himself to look back at Oscar and ignore the rose, he cleared his throat before explaining himself. “I’m just not particularly fond of plants, or anything attached to them. I’m more use to Atlas’ climate. It’s uncomfortable.” Well… it wasn’t an utter lie. All of that was true. But he’d made sure to leave out such a key element to it all. It probably sounded rather pathetic like that…
Glancing away, Whitley straightened his jaw, frowning down at the leaves on the path. “I also have my personal reasons.”
Oscar glanced up with scrunched brows. Why was the so unbelievable. Sure, Weiss could come off as rather... prissy sometimes, but according to Ruby the heiress was far less uptight now than she’d been when they first met. He wasn’t certain about when Whitley had moved to the asteroid himself, but he’d be willing to bet it hadn’t been too long ago. Oscar wasn’t a good friend of Weiss’ and even he could see that she wasn’t really the Ice Queen everyone liked to hype her up as. Maybe she put up an act in front of her brother though? While living on Mistral, he’d heard occasionally heard people about the family behind the Schnee Dust Company, so perhaps Weiss just put up an act around Whitley to fit the Schnee image.
Whitley most certainly did not look fine. Oscar wasn’t the “I can read you like a book” type of person, but it’d be difficult to not pick up on Whitley’s body language. It looked like he was pulling away from the garden and shrinking in on himself. Icy irises flashed around the plants, never managing to stay focused on Oscar for too long.
“Oh,” Oscar frowned, his voice soft and unsure of what else to say. He’d never met someone who was uncomfortable around nature before. Oscar himself loved plants so much that he’d covered his small apartment with them. “So, no plants whatsoever?”
✉ ➜ hana [o+h]
hana: smoothie
hana: the fruity ones are great but smoothie ones are great
hana: always here to help!!
hana: why was that so hard?
oscar: thank you!!
oscar: ....I may have wanted to get them both, and I needed someone else to pick one so that I wouldn't.