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The Bloomspell Handbook of Mariselle Rue 𓇢𓆸

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒, the florist cat of 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌, may bloom among petals and sunshine all day, but at home he softens into a quiet little heartbeat. a tender selkirk who seeks warmth, closeness, and the gentle comfort of being near the one he adores.

you must be wondering how to care for a kitty like him, one made of pollen, softness, and shy devotion. so, allow these tiny paw-printed notes lead the way!

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・୨୧・┈・♡・┈・୨୧・┈ ✧ ₊˚໒꒱

☼ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙎𝙪𝙣 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆: 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝘿𝙖𝙮𝙡𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝘿𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ℰ 𝙁𝙡𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙞𝙨𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨

𝗢𝟭. 𝗴𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗮𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗮𝘁𝘁𝗲𝗻𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘀. 𝗮. 𝗠𝗨𝗦𝗧.ᐟ

✿. he doesn’t demand it loudly. he simply sits nearby with hopeful, slow-blinking eyes.

✿. mew-minder: if ignored too long, he droops like an under-watered tulip.

✿. yes, even when you’re working, he’ll curl on your lap like a warm loaf. he makes tiny, airy mew-peeps that translate to “𝘪’𝘮 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨!”

𝗢𝟮. 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗵𝗶𝘀 “𝗵𝗲𝗹𝗽” 𝗲𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗵𝗲𝗻 𝗶𝘁’𝘀 𝗮𝗱𝗼𝗿𝗮𝗯𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗼𝘁𝗶𝗰

✿. he will proudly carry tiny items around like a miniature courier. although he will… drop most of them halfway.

✿. but!!! praise him anyway. it lifts his little heart back into bloom.

𝗢𝟯. 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗿𝗯: 𝙛𝙡𝙤𝙬𝙚𝙧-𝙨𝙣𝙞𝙛𝙛 𝙢𝙤𝙙𝙚 𝗶𝘀 𝗼𝗻.

✿. his whole soul gets absorbed in the scent of flower petals.

✿. i’m warning you! startling him will make him jump… and his tail will knock something over.

𝗢𝟰. 𝘀𝗼𝗳𝘁 𝗽𝗿𝗮𝗶𝘀𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝘀 𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗵𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘁'𝘀 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗳𝗼𝗿𝘁

✿. funfact: compliments and cute petnames will turn him into a melted butter.

✿. his ears will do tiny twirls, tail sways in happy spirals, and his cloud-like fur is fully charged with delight.

☾ 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙣 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙈𝙤𝙤𝙣 𝙆𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝑴𝒂𝒓𝒊𝒔𝒆𝒍𝒍𝒆: 𝙃𝙞𝙨 𝙎𝙤𝙛𝙩, 𝙎𝙡𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙮 𝙉𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙢𝙚 𝙍𝙞𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡𝙨

𝗢𝟱. 𝗵𝗼𝗻𝗼𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘀𝗮𝗰𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝙥𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙤𝙬-𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙘𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙤𝙣𝙮

✿. not to bake biscuits (he’s devoted to crafting bouquets for his 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗐𝗌), but to make the bedding comfortable enough for you.

✿. his tail sways like a soft metronome; his whiskers wiggle, concentration is on level 100.

𝗢𝟲. 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝗵𝗶𝗺 𝗮 𝙙𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙢𝙮, 𝙘𝙤𝙯𝙮 𝙢𝙤𝙤𝙣𝙗𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙢𝙚𝙣𝙩

✿. an important checklists: warm milk in a small cup, soft lamplight, gentle brushing until he purrs.

✿. a pile of comfy blankets are mandatory! he nests inside them like a tiny floral dragon guarding a hoard of cozy treasures.

✿. sometimes, when he’s not already drowning in dreamland, he peeks out from his blanket-burrow to watch you with half-moon, drowsy eyes.

꒰ა ˚₊ ✧・┈・୨୧・┈・♡・┈・୨୧・┈ ✧ ₊˚໒꒱

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 floats through your days like a little cloud of fur and petals, snuggling beside you and sprinkling fluttering magic wherever he goes. so, are you ready to welcome your very own 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑒 at home?

(> ˕ <マ₊˚⊹♡

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marie’s daily life as

a florist cat 𖧧

in the heart of 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌, where the streets are lined with pastel-painted shops and the air always smells faintly of fresh milk tea and morning dew, there stands a little flower shop called “𝑝𝑎𝑤𝑠 & 𝑝𝑜𝑙𝑙𝑒𝑛.”

the windows are always fogged with warmth, the doorbell mews softly when opened, and if you look closely, you’ll see a fluffy selkirk cat with ruffled cream fur and sleepy amber eyes behind the counter: meet 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 𝑟𝑢𝑒, the florist of 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌.

every morning, before the sun fully stretches its golden paws across the city, 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 is already awake—or he’s trying to be! he often snoozes on the counter with a daisy stuck to his cheek, until the shop’s canary-shaped clock chirps him awake. his fur is always a little messy, his apron faintly dusted with pollen, and his smile… the kind that makes the whole shop feel like spring.

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 starts his day watering rows of blooming daisies, tulips, and lilacs. each pot labeled in his rounded handwriting. he hums softly, sometimes singing to the flowers, “𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘳𝘦 𝘨𝘳𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘯-𝘱𝘦𝘵𝘢𝘭.♡” as he believes, they bloom better when praised. he keeps a tiny watering can shaped like a teapot, a gift from a fellow 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗂𝖺𝗇 who swears it makes the flowers sweeter.

by mid-morning, his 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗐𝗌 start padding in. some come for birthday bouquets, others for comfort blooms after a long day. 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 always adds a small dried flower charm to every bouquet, “𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘭𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘫𝘰𝘺𝘴,” he whispered softly. the 𝖼𝗎𝗌𝗍𝗈𝗆𝗂𝖺𝗐𝗌 adore it. some even say his flowers last longer because he 𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘴 to them as he arranges them.

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 is known throughout 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌 not just for his rare blooms, like moonlit hydrangeas and whisper-pink peonies, but also for his “emotion bouquets.” you tell him what you feel, and he’ll craft a bouquet that matches the feeling perfectly. for example, going through heartbreak? he will prepare lavender, white lisianthus, and soft baby’s breath for you.

of course, 𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 is a little clumsy. he often gets so lost in arranging that he forgets his own lunch, or falls asleep mid-delivery. once waking up in a customer’s garden surrounded by purring kittens and spilled roses. also! it’s like his tail has a mind of its own, always wagging when he sniffs a new bloom, often knocking over vases—which he apologizes to every single time, “𝘰𝘩 𝘯𝘰, 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵?”

his evenings are his quiet hours. after closing the shop, he wanders through 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌 to deliver leftover blooms to the city’s orphaned kittens and elderly cats, placing soft petals on windowsills and balconies. the whole city smells faintly of his kindness. his small contribution: a flower in every paw, a little color in every day—has made him 𝖼𝖺𝗍𝗋𝗈𝗉𝗈𝗅𝗂𝗌’ dearest darling.

and when he finally returns home, paws tired and fur dusted with pollen, his room greets him, walls draped with dried blooms in shades of cream, mauve, and blush. the scent is indescribable: like old sunlit pages and hugs from springtime. he sometimes talks to them too, arranging new dried petals into jars labeled “𝑝𝑒𝑡𝑎𝑙 𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠”.

𝑚𝑎𝑟𝑖𝑠𝑒𝑙𝑙𝑒 loves what he does. even when his tail trips him, even when he forgets to nap. to him, being a florist isn’t just a job; it’s a quiet dream that bloomed into life. ✿