. Ýâ well thatâs not very haunted house of you, now is it? . Ý
A couple of things! You may call me T if you feel the need to put a name to the person behind this blog! This is my little dedicated space for (shit)posting my cacophony of interests and thoughts- hopefully to simultaneously motivate me and to provide an outlet for creativity.
You may practice using your ~free will~ at any time and choose to ignore things that you donât like here, or say hello! Both are good options! I will try to organize my posts when I have the chance, including masterlists if my writings ever escape my notes app.
Some things to remember:
⥠you are loved- the world is a better place with you in it
⥠please do your daily clicks (Arab.org)
⥠lastly, if you feel so inclined, some wise words from my personal idol:
if someone doesnât like you
i feel like
all you gotta say
is fuck you bro
iâm doing my little ass thing
and keep on doing your little ass dance
and dwelling- and living in the past -prevents you from moving forward
and⌠life⌠is like a box of chocolates! :)
âËâ Go forth & do the things you want to do! Even putting in the effort makes it worth it! â.Ëâ
Took a break from designing The Malicious OneŠ⢠to crochet this plebeian pig to remind myself of a few things:
1. Hobbies are supposed to be fun, and while itâs good to challenge yourself to improve, it should not be a source of distress and burnout (cough lookin at you Malicious OneŠ⢠cough)
2. I can do challenging things, like designing a crochet pattern from my own mind
3. Crochet is fun and I do, indeed, enjoy it, despite what The Malicious OneŠ⢠spits and curses at me whilst I string together his body
Series: Bouquets From Them <3
Prompt: A floral arrangement is left on Ramshackle porch overnight, found by the resident ghosts and set on the table for you to find. What a wonderful gift to receive just before the holiday! It came with a card but no mark of the senderâŚwho could it be from? What are they trying to convey? Hopefully you can figure it out before everyone returns from winter break âŚ
Part (s) : Heartslabyul | Savanaclaw | Octavinelle | Scarabia | Pomefiore | Ignihyde | Diasomnia | Ramshackle |
Warnings: None! Just Cola having fun.
(A/N): Iâve been getting into floral arrangements lately ^_^ I know not everyone likes flowers or plants. I didnât much either until recently. Itâs a shame that theyâre so expensive if you donât have the land to grow them. The only time Iâve ever received them was when I graduated college, but I dried the rose petals to make bookmarks with someday. AnywaysâŚIâve been drawing them? I feel like NRC would have a massive selection of different flowers. Their botanical garden must be hugeâŚI might write a sequel where you figure it out and confront them. Maybe.
Commission Cola <3 :: Here
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Bouquet :
Red Roses - Camellias - Babyâs Breath - White Tulips
Meanings:
Red Rose : Passionate Love
Camellia : admiration, perfection
Babyâs Breath: eternal love
White Tulip: Forgiveness, sincerity
Message:
âI love you deeply ⌠even when I fail to express it.â
Riddleâs bouquet is formally arranged, yet heartfelt. Controlled devotion masked beneath propriety. Babyâs breath softens the rigid rose, mirroring the tenderness behind his discipline. Each flower is cut meticulously, the rose thorns properly plucked so you may hold them to your heartâs content. They sit in a heart shaped vase with a packet of plant food tied to one of the flower stems. A striped red and gold bow loops around the vaseâs neck.
The Note <3
The note is written on crisp white stationery trimmed neatly with red filigree, folded perfectly at the center - measured, restrained. His handwriting is immaculate, every letter uniform, but several lines are faint where the pen lifted too often, hesitation bleeding into the perfection. There is no seal - of course not - because this was never meant to be an official letter, merely one he hopes reaches its destination quietly. Before anyone catches eye of the author on your doorstep and tie him to this act of juvenile secrecy.
"There are thoughts I never allow myself to voice.
Rules dictate what we say, how we behave,
but they do not govern the heart as strictly as I uphold. I can pretend no longer, although I ask for your silence. Many would weaponize this admission. I trust you to take this as personal sentiment separate from my academic pursuits.
You have unsettled me in unexpected ways. My memories of you are neither red or white.
I hold regret. I hold frustration. You threaten all I know.
I also hold admiration. I hold infatuation. Affection. My mind lapses when you are near and I cannot bring myself to deny how happy I become.
You are a wonderful distortion to my reality.
These flowers are a confession I do not yet possess the courage to speak.
When we next meet⌠I hope I will be brave enough then.
Until that day, please accept this small truth:
You matter more than I have ever permitted myself to say aloud."
Bouquet: White daisies - Gardenia - Blue Salvia
Meanings:
White Daisy : loyalty, affection
Gardenia : secrecy, admiration
Salvia : wisdom, unknown future
Message:
âIâve admired you from afar for a long time.â
Treyâs bouquet is quiet, humble, gentle, and comforting - he doesnât want to overwhelm you. He wants for you to see it and smile regardless of who it may be from. Although it not so self-sacrificing as to discredit himself from the present. It is crafted with enough personality that you can catch on, only if a part of you wants it to be from him. If you donât then itâs okay, he can continue pining from a distance. No harm done.
The Note <3
Treyâs note is written on a sheet of notebook paper. His handwriting is gentle, rounded, comfortable. It's the script of someone who always chooses approachability over polish. Thereâs a faint dusting of powdered sugar smudged across one corner, probably transferred from his fingertips. A pouch of candied violets accompanies the note, tied loosely to the vase.
"I wanted to give these to you before the break.
Just simple truth wrapped in something beautiful. My hometown had a florist just a few blocks down from me. What a better way to contribute to the local economy?
Hah.
That was funnier in my head. This sort of thing isn't my specialty. I'm used to working with dried florals in lab...but fortunately my club-mate is well versed in this subject.
I cheated a bit with some help from him.
Listen, prefect.
I donât say it enough. No. I've never said it at all. I'm too much of a coward.
But I think you deserve to hear it at least once.
I really like you, and I'm glad the dark mirror dropped you in this world. Even if it's selfish.
Stay safe over break. I worry.
...Goodbye. Happy Holidays. "
Caterâs cute shining romance hides a very real fear of being alone. His bouquet is a bloom of warm colors, the stems arranged so that the large blooms stand out the most. Except they'll die first, but the budding ones will be ready to take their place. They're arranged in a beaker vase made of frosted glass.
The Note <3
Caterâs note is scribbled on pastel stationery usually reserved for handwritten thank-you cards or gift tags. The handwriting is playful but uneven, words looping and stretching where his natural cheer faltered into something more sincere than he expected. A cute capybara sticker is stuck to the bottom where one would sign their name.
âOkay, real talk right now.
Anonymous mode basically exists because people chicken out of saying things face-to-face, right?
I guess that makes me the target demographic.
Iâve gotten really good at laughing stuff off,
keeping things surface-level and shinyâŚ
but you changed that for me. Kinda pisses me off but what can you do.
Being around you feels different.
I couldn't figure out what it is you wanted, and eventually I gave up.
Which...I ended up vibing with the most. Now I might like you way more than you like me. Deffo not what I'm used to.
I didnât want to head into the break pretending those feelings werenât there, even if I donât have the guts to own them out loud yet. Mainly because they're playing ping pong in my head and I'm out of headache meds <3
You're cute. So cute that I need to take your wellbeing onto my shoulders. No one should spend the holidays feeling alone, so I'm fixing that, kay?
You deserve something pretty waiting for you - even if you didnât ask for it.
Donât worry about who sent them - itâs better as a mystery anyway, right? See ya soon, prefect. â
Bouquet:
Red Geranium - Peach Rose - Freesia - Snapdragon
Meanings:
Red Geranium : comfort, love, passion
Peach Rose : admiration
Freesia : trust
Snapdragon : boldness, courage
Message:
"You drive me mad...and I kinda love it."
Flirty at first glance with sincere energy that comes about the closer you look. The bold colors of this bouquet mask surprisingly real emotions. They speak for themselves, wrapped in a sheet of brown parchment and held together with a bit of twine.
The Note <3
Aceâs note is written on folded notebook paper torn a little too roughly at the edges. The handwriting is quick and casual at first, but slows markedly halfway through, letters crowding together as the words turned harder to say. Thereâs a crossed-out line ... something he started to confess and abandoned before moving on. You can't see through it. The many layers of ink made sure.
âHey - justâŚ
This is probably a dumb way to do this,
but saying it out loud is worse, so here we are. I already ordered the flowers.
I donât really know when it happened.
One minute we were just hanging out,
and the next⌠I started caring more than I planned to. You looked different and I couldn't fix my eyes. I've been trying for months.
I didnât want to leave for break without letting you know. Not when you're a shithead who jumps into problems despite complaining the whole way.
I just have this feeling that one day I might look back, and you'll be gone. There.
...
Youâre kind of impossible to forget. I thought of you all last winter before...everything. Thought of you all summer. Thought of you all of today. Doesn't help that you're everywhere. I can't even play a damn phone game without seeing your contact. I'm going nuts. Actually nuts.
At this point I might tell Riddle you're a bad influence and ask him to stick one of those collars on me.
Just -
Whoever sent these hopes youâre thinking of them, at least a little,
while weâre stuck waiting for the next semester to start.
Donât read into this too much, okay? I just thought you shouldnât come back to an empty house.
Stay out of trouble. Please. And don't go thinking nobody's missing you while you're stuck there."
Bouquet:
Sunflowers - White Carnations - Cornflowers
Meanings:
Sunflower : Devotion, happiness, loyalty
White Carnation : pure love, gratitude , new beginnings
Cornflowers : hope, kindness
Message:
"I'll do my best for you"
Deuce's heartfelt sincerity. Love expressed as loyalty and trying harder than anyone else. His bouquet isn't extravagant and left in a mason jar filled half-way with tap water. He simply goes with the flowers that look appealing, but fate has a way of bringing together exactly what he wants to convey.
The Note <3
The note is written on a page torn from a small study notebook - edges uneven, corners slightly bent from being handled too many times. The author's handwriting is careful but stiff, like they practiced every line until it looked presentable. There are faint eraser marks on the back, evidence they rewrote the message more than once. The parchment smells of motor oil and pine bodywash. Specifically bodywash. The strong, fake kind.
"I practiced saying this out loud...
A lot.
but every time I opened my mouth, nothing came out right. I can't face you like this. I'm not ready. Despite wanting to do this in person, the words just come out wrong every time I picture you here.
Iâm still figuring out how to be the kind of person who speaks honestly about the things that matter.
Youâre⌠one of those things.
Before we go our separate ways for the break, I wanted you to have something that might show what I canât put into words yet.
Youâve been someone I look forward to seeing. Someone who makes me want to keep doing better.
I donât expect anything in return.
Just⌠maybe keep this bouquet somewhere you can see it.
And if it makes you smile even once,
thatâs more than enough for the person who left it.
Whoever sent them is wishing that, when breakâs over,
theyâll finally be brave enough to say all this properly."
Turns out making & playing your own Guess Who is very fun :) also would recommend vibe-based questions, such as âif you walked in with an âI â¤ď¸ (insert character name)â shirt, how would they react?â
