#flower week

[kuro-morale-events]

March 13-14: Rose

Submit works that include the rose! We accept all fan content, meta, art, fic, headcanons (like if one character likes the flower, how they would care for it, or the symbolism of the flower), are all accepted. Remember, it doesn't have to be a new work, we love to promote older works, they deserve attention too!

Symbolism:

Red roses: romance, love, courage, beauty

Red rose bud: beauty, purity

Thornless: love at first sight

Yellow: friendship, happiness, health, new beginnings

Purple: passion, infatuation

Pink: innocence

Orange: fascination

Peach: gratitude

[FAQ] [March Schedule]

[aroseandapen]

{Did you know that writing with a headache is hard? Like super hard, watch out for that caffeine dependency, kids, it’ll get ya}

Winged AU because yeah. Kurochi wants to try flying, even if that might not be the greatest idea he’s had.

Balsamine: impatience

“Hey, are you sure?” Kaito squeezed his hands, just before he let his fingers slip away. “You should take it slow, don’t push yourself.”

That almost made Kurochi laugh. Almost. It was uncharacteristic for Kaito to not encourage someone to push themselves to their limits, but one glance at his wrinkled forehead told him that it was better if he didn’t point that out. In any case, it was a completely different situation. Until the last couple months, Kurochi wings hadn’t even been strong enough to glide, let alone lift him into the air. It’d taken a long time to work up the strength. Pushing too hard would only harm his wings more than they’d help.

Now however, he should be able to fly. In theory. While his anxiety still kept him grounded, he was determined to make at least one good attempt at it. So he’d found a nice solid surface to jump off of, a rather tall chair, with Kaito beside him to support him.

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[catscoughed]

Happy flower week!  

[kuro-morale-events]

March 13-26: Flower Week

It's flower week which means we're accepting any Kuroshitsuji fan content about the flower of the day! Fic, art, edits, meta, cosplay, head canons, and manga colorings are a few examples of submissions we'll accept.

It can be your content or you can rec someone else's work by tagging us in a reblog or sending an ask! If it's on anon, remember to add paratyesis around one of the periods in the link [ (.)com ]. It can be new or old work, as long as it has the flower of the day involved in some way; we'll also include the symbolism of each flower when we announce the daily flower. If you have any flower themed content, even if it isn't one of the daily flowers, feel free to submit that as well! It is flower week, after all, let's build a nursery with all our flower submissions! 🌹

March 13-14: Rose

March 15-16: Lily

March 17-18: Holly

March 19-20: Lotus

March 21-22: Gentian

March 23-24: Dahlia

[FAQ] [March Schedule]

[kuro-morale-events]

March 23-24: Gentian

Submit works that include the gentian! We accept all fan content, meta, art, fic, headcanons (like if one character likes the flower, how they would care for it, or the symbolism of the flower), are all accepted. Remember, it doesn't have to be a new work, we love to promote older works, they deserve attention too!

Symbolism:

Triumph

Victory

Justice

Charm

Passion

[FAQ] [March Schedule]

[aroseandapen]

{When in doubt, kidnap your OC out}

Rantaro comes to save Kurochi after he’s kidnapped.

White Clover: I promise

(Warnings: Kidnapping, short injury descriptions)

“Rantaro! You--. Y-you’re--.”

“Shh, shh, it’s ok. I’m getting you out of here, ok? Hold on.”

Rantaro disappeared from his field of vision. Kurochi bit his lower lip, suppressing the desperate sob that threatened to escape. It didn’t make sense to cry; Rantaro had only moved behind him to untie him. Sure enough, seconds later the bindings around his wrists loosened, and then fell away.

The cold air on his badly chafed wrists, deep red marks that had begun to break the skin from his struggling, relieved him just as much as it hurt. He choked on a whimper, slumping forward.

He sat in the chair for less than a minute following that. As soon as the rope had been untied, Rantaro tucked his arm underneath his knees and lifted. Kurochi sucked in a deep breath in shock and threw his arms around Rantaro’s neck.

“I got you, it’s alright,” he murmured into Kurochi’s ear.

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[aroseandapen]

{I mean you could write an essay about the problematic aspects of hanahaki disease, but also it’s got some poetic angst to it}

Things would be easier if Kurochi could just choose to stop loving somebody.

Narcissus: unrequited love, selfishness

(Warnings: hanahaki disease and all that entails, blood)

Fury held Kurochi in place as his brother fled from the room. He’d go after him, but he couldn’t let those words slide. Turning to the others, huddled in worry about Kaito, Kurochi’s mouth twisted in a bitter rage.

“Shuichi, you... you asshole!” Something in his chest twisted hard; he couldn’t take in a deep enough breath. “Y-you all... seriously believed all that?”

Kokichi was a liar... at least, until it suited their narrative to believe he was telling the truth. But Kurochi had seen the pain there, real, genuine pain. No one else seemed able or willing to.

“I expected more from the supposed ‘ultimate detective’. Some detective you are,” he spat out.

As soon as the words tore roughly from his throat, he started coughing. He held his hands to his mouth, waiting for it to pass so that he could properly breathe again. Unlike how the others flocked to Kaito in concern, no one shared any for Kurochi. Unsurprising, since he’d been protecting the one they considered Enemy Number One here, and they didn’t see any blood.

“Hey, knock it off, that’s--.” Kaito’s admonishment was cut off by another coughing fit. His hacking completely covered over Kurochi’s coughs, and he took that moment to make his own escape.

He didn’t want to spend another minute around these people anyway.

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[aroseandapen]

{A pejorative is a word or grammatical form expressing a negative connotation or a low opinion of someone or something, showing a lack of respect for someone or something}

It’s a mix of VR AU + Danganronpa is televised + they were forced into it, but since it’s VR and all most people don’t really take the psychological trauma seriously. Just roll with it.

Shuichi hasn’t answered his phone all day, so Kurochi goes to check on him in person.

Straw: united

(Warnings: Kind of stalking, mentioned harassment)

“Ah! You’re home. I was worried that you were busy or that... something happened, since your phone was off.”

Shuichi stepped back to let Kurochi into the house, casting a nervous glance at the world outside his apartment. Down the stairs, on the streets, people passed by the complex without a glance in their direction. And yet he couldn’t pull his eyes away, staring hard with the paranoia of someone scared of finding something out there--specifically someone staring his way. Only when the door closed behind Kurochi did he manage to refocus his gaze on the other.

Kurochi’s eyebrows furrowed. Where Shuichi’s eyes had scanned the streets, his own had remained fixed on Shuichi’s face, and the worry that wrinkled his expression implied that he’d found plenty to fret about there. “Are you ok? What happened?”

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