Hiya~! ^^ For the drawing requests, I'd like to submit my main OC Solara
I'm cool with pretty much any outfits, poses and sizes of the image you want to make ^^ Just have fun and take your time! Thanx!!
This one took me a little bit 🙈
Hope you enjoy it 🤭
Bouquet Information:
Disclaimer: Information gathered from Wikipedia
- Gladiolus: Strength of character, honor, conviction, generosity, ready armed
- Chamomile: Energy in adversity, mercy
- Red Carnation: Deep romantic love, passion, “alas poor heart”, and admiration
- Alyssum Flower: Worth beyond beauty
- Apple Blossom: Preference, better things to come, good fortune
- Amaryllis: Pride, Timidity, Splendid beauty, hope, and achievement
- Honeysuckle: Devoted and generous affection, bonds of love
HOW HAS NO ONE REQUESTED A MOODBOARD FOR MEREO??? can make a mood board for our fiery lioness please? :333
Hiya anon!
Y’know…i never realized I’ve never done a Mereo moodboard until just now (the only one I did was for a mutuals ship 😅); and I know you sent this in yesterday, but since today is Mereo’s birthday I decided to post it today, I hope you like it 🥰!
Lemonade on a Hot Day
Summary: Solara is served a drink that's special to House Vermillion on a sunny afternoon. Genre: general Word count: ~1000 A/N: This is the first of a few oneshots I wrote as a gift for @thoughtfullyrainynightmare! Happy birthday, Laura!
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Summer was in full swing in Clover Kingdom. The Sun burned brighter in skies that were cleared of spring rainstorms.
One person who was enjoying the sunny days was Solara. She had gone out to the garden of House Vermillion and sat herself down at a table, shaded by a wide umbrella. Lush leaves of green and vibrantly colored blooms decorated her surroundings. Solara leaned back in her chair a bit and had an elbow rested on the table top as she propped up a book in her hands.
Solara turned the page and greedily took in the words that presented themselves. It was a peculiar genre of story where at certain points in the book, the characters would be divided between two choices and the reader could read the result of either choice by flipping to a specified page. There were branching paths and dozens of endings, making the book dense. And Solara was fascinated by it. She’d read four endings already and was impressed by the consistency of the character personalities despite the varied paths.
In her periphery, she noticed one of the palace staff approaching her with a serving trolley. Solara turned her head to get a better look. Laid out on the top shelf of the trolley was a glass pitcher filled with a pale yellow drink, a metal box that likely carried ice inside, some stacked cups, and coasters for those cups.
“Afternoon,” Solara greeted with a smile. “I don’t think I asked for anything to be brought to me.”
“No, you didn’t make any requests,” the maid replied with a grin of her own. “But the kitchen just finished preparing a large batch of lemonade and we thought that everyone should get a taste of it.” She plucked ice chunks from the icebox then poured the lemonade into the cup for Solara. “Have a taste, m’lady.”
“Why thank you.” Solara bookmarked her place in her book and accepted the lemonade.
The cup already had condensation on it from the cold drink inside and the warm summer air outside. The little droplets against Solara’s fingers felt nice, making Solara realize just how hot it was that day.
Solara sipped the lemonade and immediately let out a surprised hum. It tasted different from lemonade she’d had before. Something about it was more refreshing. The acidity from the main ingredient was there but it tasted like it’d been mellowed out, though not from sugar.
Are Cloverian lemons not as acidic as ones grown in Thea? Solara wondered while taking another gulp. She picked up a crispness that was familiar but not enough for her to place what the flavor was. Is it the sweetener? Is it not sugar?
“Is the drink to your liking?” the maid spoke up, tilting her head to the side as she inquired. “You look a little perplexed…”
“I do like it. It’s welcome after having spent a while out here. I’m merely curious about the flavor of the lemonade,” Solara readily admitted. She drank more of the lemonade to be sure that her taste buds weren’t lying to her. Focusing more, there was a faint melon-like flavor to it. Like the taste equivalent of a whisper. “It’s different from lemonade I’ve had before. Is there anything special about the preparation?”
“Why yes there is,” answered the maid. Her smile stretched across her face. She seemed quite pleased, even eager, to hear Solara’s question. “The head chef for House Vermillion uses cucumber water as the base of her lemonade. She uses lemon zest to flavor the water too, making the lemonade even lemon-y-er!”
“Ah, that explains the flavor.” Solara glanced at her cup which was already half empty.
“I should also mention that the cucumbers come from the chef’s own home garden, watered by her own magic,” the maid went on. Her eyes sparkled as she talked and Solara watched with endeared rapture. “The residents of House Vermillion have been enjoying the recipe for well over sixty years. And even if other people used cucumber water in their lemonade, it’ll never be as refreshing as what we serve here at House Vermillion!” The maid was gushing at that point.
“I didn’t think lemonade would be a point of pride for a royal house,” Solara giggled. She took another gulp of the lemonade and let the sweet-sour lemon and delicate cucumber flavors dance across her palate. “But I’m glad that it’s the case here.”
Pink flooded the maid’s face, now aware of her rambling. “A-ah… Sor— I didn’t mean to—”
“No need to apologize,” Solara assured. “I’m not a chef myself so what you told me was fascinating actually. It’s amazing how culinary experts can come up with such lovely flavors. Give my compliments to the chef for her recipe.”
“Of course!”
“Oh, and…” Solara downed the rest of her cup then held it out to the maid. “Could I get a refill, please?”
“How about I leave the rest of this pitcher for you?” offered the maid.
“That’s not necessary. Don’t you need to bring the lemonade to oth—”
“I can just get a new pitcher from the kitchen.” The maid set a cloth mat on the garden table, placed the lemonade pitcher on the mat, and finally handed one of the coasters to Solara for her cup. “Do enjoy yourself, Lady Solara.”
“Thank you. And I hope you can take some time for yourself as well,” replied Solara.
The maid left, humming a melody Solara didn’t recognize as she did. Once the other woman was out of sight, Solara refilled her cup then opened her book back up.
A cold drink on a warm day with an engaging read to while away the time. It was nothing special but Solara would certainly enjoy herself that way.
THANK YOU!!!!
I am convinced that the maid was the chef!! I was giggling while reading through the interaction ^^ The enthusiasm of the maid was contagious!!!
Small doodle of Solara Equinox by @thoughtfullyrainynightmare!! I'm very proud of how It turned out.
Love n' Sparkles!! 💗✨
I was currently in the middle of reading Embers of Sun and Flame: Before We Have It by the incredible @thoughtfullyrainynightmare but I got slightly sidetracked and drew Solara (well tried)
(I'm still experimenting with my art style if we can't tell and I still hate drawing ears like what the hell??)
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YOU DREW HER?! 🥺❤️🔥
‘tis gorgeous! Magnificent!
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*slams save button* I will cherish this T^T ❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Thank you!! 😭❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥❤️🔥
Look! A friend made it! And it’s GORGEUS!
~𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 @thoughtfullyrainynightmare 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝙵𝚞𝚎𝚐𝚘𝚕𝚎𝚘𝚗 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚘𝚗~
You were sitting in your balcony, staring outside when a knock resonated through the room. Curiously, you walked over and opened the door to reveal a maid standing. She bowed and handed you a letter, going on her way as you observed it. It smelled familiar, the scent making you happy. You hadn't expected to receive a letter from him but here you were. You hurried over to the balcony and opened the seal, the familiar round handwriting making you grin as you read...
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I made another moodboard 🙃 This time for Fuegoleon Vermillion 🥰💕 tagging @thoughtfullyrainynightmare because he's her husband 😌
Happy Birthday to Fuegoleon!
COME GET YOUR MAN @thoughtfullyrainynightmare
I HAVE BUT I’LL GET HIM AGAIN!
Happy Birthday to Fuegoleon!
HAPPY BIRTHDAY LAURAAAAAAA I LOVE YOU AND I HOPE THE THING YOU ARE SUPPOSED TO DO GOES WELL BECAUSE IM SO EXCITEDANAJSBDJDBDJDJFHFH
She has color now!!!
Requests, yay! How about a snowball fight with Fuegoleon? Pretty please 🥺
A/N: I am so sorry this took so long. Really love this idea, and I’m sorry if I didn’t write it how you expected!
The afternoon was quiet and serene, snowflakes falling from the grey-blue sky. You were on a pleasant stroll with Fuegoleon through the forest thanks to his day off. It was very rare to have so much time together, and you were grateful for such privileges. Each foot made loud crunching sounds in the cold white powder, filling the small silence. Each step only immersed you in the tranquility of your surroundings, especially when your gloved fingers interlocked with his. Neither you nor your lover needed to say anything; the peace spoke for itself. That was, until you spotted the perfect blanket of snow. It was only natural to dive into it and begin creating snow angels, which was exactly what you did. Fuegoleon watched you quizzically, trying to understand your motives as you smiled and moved your arms and legs deeper into the cold substance.
“Darling, what are you doing?”
You look up at him, shining eyes bright with subtle excitement. “Making a snow angel!” After fortifying the imprint, you carefully got to your feet and admired the creation. It was probably the best snow angel you’d every made. He put his hand on your shoulder, gaze inspecting the newly moved snow.
It seemed Fuegoleon was making a decision of sorts. He had always dealt with some slightly immature themes of yours. Perhaps he’d ask what they were? You studied his beautifully handsome face, trying to find an answer. Finally, he looked back at you with slight thrill of his own. “You don’t suppose I could try, do you?”
Smile widening, you gestured to the snow. “What’s stopping you?”
With hidden eagerness, he flopped onto the ground as he saw you do and began to move his arms and legs with faint hesitance. A smile began to grow on his face as the feeling appeared to become more natural. It looked slightly ridiculous, seeing such a powerful and serious man doing those hilarious motions. After a minute or so, the movements stopped. He closed his eyes and lay there, relaxed.
“You know, sweetheart, you’re the only angel-” A sudden clump of snow hit him in the side, prompting his eyelids to snap open. He looked up at you, who was internally dying with laughter. The betrayed expression on his face vanished in an instant as his hands quickly compacted a sphere of snow and launched it. It landed square on your face, startling you. Looking through the snow on your eyelashes at Fuegoleon, who had gotten to his feet, you smiled.
“Oh, it is on.” You battled for what felt like hours, firing the cold attacks back and forth until the two of you were far too tired to go on. Diving, dodging, and throwing was quite the workout. The war finally ended when the two of you were both too worn out to throw any longer. He had trudged over and extended a hand, which you gratefully took.
The walk back was somehow better than the first, despite the exhaustion oozing into your limbs. It had a sense of accomplishment about it. You could see your breath in the air as you sighed, smiling and wiping some remaining stray snowball from your cheeks. Fuegoleon brushed a clump of snow that you’d missed off of your face, a small chuckle emerging from his lips.
“I’ll try not to aim for the head next time.”
I feel so loved today 😭❤️❤️❤️❤️ This is beautiful 💖