#royalbotanist

[vallablooded]

(Happy Birthday, @royal-botanist !

Hope you’re having a great birthday, Ness! Enjoy yourself, and here’s a certain tomato nerd in his summer glory. Not gonna lie, this also looks like a cover for a FEH Summer Fanzine, if I ever do my own zine...)

[unladylikc]

｢ ...leelee ｣

Leo couldn’t believe what he was hearing. He finally…FINALLY stated his feelings toward the other girl and came to terms with the fact he desired more with Vivian and for what? For her to turn around and say that it was nothing more than lies? For her to say she wasn’t good enough for him and he should move on?

For God’s sake… that little fool.

Why couldn’t she just let herself be HAPPY for once and accept that someone actually CARED for her?

“No, you little twit. I’m not going to just forget about you. If you wish to reject me, than fine, I will accept that. But don’t you dare go on about how you are not good enough for me, because you ARE.”

     All along, Vivian had thought Leo would never reciprocate her feelings, so upon wanting nothing to do with it, she ended up running away... yet even after having changed her address and doing all she could to make it so he could never contact her, he goes on to mention it three months later when next he found her? In truth, she couldn’t anticipate such moving words that came rushing past those lips she fantasized of kissing for so long, nor could she fully comprehend how he had someone like Niles pinpoint her exact whereabouts.

     A whirling cesspool of emotions clouded her mind and before she knew it, tears began fogging up her glasses until Leo became a blurred figure through the glass lenses she stares  PAST. 

     In truth, it all seemed so surreal. Was he outright insane, to still love a girl who essentially abandoned him? If anything, Leo would have been better off, despising her, for when it came down it, she was nothing but a coward. “ You... you weren’t joking then? It wasn’t a lie? ” Vivian’s lips soon quiver and her voice comes out vulnerable, like that of shattered glass. Rather hastily, she shakes her head.

     “ I can’t! Not now... not when I love you too. I just... I don’t deserve you at all, Leelee. ” A head of dark midnight tresses lowers, breaking contact with his steadfast gaze. Moments later, her throat elicits a dry sob.

    “ N-No matter what I did, I couldn’t stop thinking about you. You were everywhere... in my dreams, in my heart, and each time I  LAY  awake at night, miserable beyond belief. I missed you so much, I even started saying your name in my sleep. You... you have utterly cursed me and I hated it so much, ” Vivian admits at long last, raising her hands to cradle the face soaked by her watery sockets.

@royal-botanist ;; continued from here

[swcctmagix]

@royal-botanist wants to meet the good bean

     ❤𝑹𝒂𝒚;;– It was rather rare for Ray to go exploring outside of Angel Island. He knew there was much more to explore, and it was a shame not to do it. Though, it was equally rare for Ray to see a human that wasn’t Eggman-- So now he was a little curious. Flying his way over, as he does, he landed right next to the person, craning his head a tad to get a better look at what he was dealing with.

     ‘ Hi there! ‘ He soon extended out his hand, corners of his mouth forming a bright smile. ‘ Never seen someone like you around before! Name’s Ray, nice to meet you! ‘

[funis-infinite]

royal-botanist replied to your post: Why do you like Eggman? BE HONEST

“That isn’t an answer.”

“Why do you care? It’s not as if my reasoning matters to you at all,”

[kvlpa-moved-blog]

@royal-botanist

       There’s a steady calmness in the Valkyrie’s hands as she sorts through the various staves, arranging and rearranging where she must until everything is neat and tidy and organized, just as it should be. No longer do icy hands shake as she tries to hold back her powers while completing the simplest of tasks; no longer do thoughts of her life before seem to plague her at even the smallest reminder or notion of something familiar - she’s gotten quite adept at shoving those thoughts aside, as pretending they don’t exist ( perhaps too adept, some might say ). Living in Ylisse these past few months, staying with the Shepherds, focusing on their battle instead, has been a rather welcome distraction from everything else, she finds. And as difficult as it had been at first, she’s grown used to being Rosalie, as well. Nohr and Flora feel so far away, like the events of a dream - nightmare - long passed. 

       Perhaps... maybe... she really can build herself a life here.

       Smiling slightly at the thought, she exists the storage room; several staves held in her arms to be set aside with supplies to take on their next venture. Her pace slows as she sees the common area of the barracks is rather unusually crowded - at this time of day most of the others are either training or gone elsewhere, and for such a large group to be present is most certainly odd.

       Her answer as to why they’re all there comes in the form of an unfamiliar figure surrounded by the lot of them, and a quiet ah escapes her; a new recruit being given the grand tour, no doubt - she herself had received one after they’d returned from Regna Ferox. Sighing softly through her nose, Rosalie shifts her grip on the staves and moves towards the group - if introductions are being made, then she should make one as well.

       The stranger turns then, his face coming into view for the first time, and all of a sudden she comes to a stop. Her heart stills in her chest before dropping into her gut, the breath stolen from her lungs; eyes widening and mouth parting in a silent gasp as she realizes that no, this isn’t a stranger - he is the very opposite of such.

       Once-steady hands now tremble, and the staves tumble from her grasp, hitting the floor with a clatter and drawing the immediate attention of those present - including him. She barely notices as someone rushes over and asks if she’s okay; words are failing her no matter how hard she might try to form them, and even then, her attention is riveted to the spot where he stands, and she finds she cannot tear herself away. And though no sound comes from her lips, his name rings like a church bell in her head.

       ❛ Leo...? ❜

[vallitemonarch-blog]

@royal-botanist

        “If you aren’t going to sleep, stay up with me and let us toast to the stars.”

[ao-de-shizukana]

Ironically, this is more accurate.

[taikoishiki-blog]

Little starter for @royal-botanist​!

          “Okay, so first, we’re going to boil           a pot of water. The most important           part of making a good bowl of miso           soup is to make sure the dashi is           just right, so we have to be very           mindful of when we add the kombu.           Are you following so far, or should I           slow down?”