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 Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 11:06 am
 Flower Arrangements RP for July’s RP prompt ft. Anastasia
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Insane Butterfly rolled 5 20-sided dice:
2, 7, 17, 19, 9
Total: 54 (5-100)
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Posted: Sun Jul 05, 2026 11:09 am
2.)Lily - Purity, devotion, virtue
7.)Carnation - Fascination and affection
9.)Peony - Prosperity and good fortune
17.)Violet - Modesty and humility
19.)Camellia - Admiration and perfection
2, 7, 17, 19, 9
Lily, Carnation, Violet, Camellia, and Peony
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2026 10:21 am
Four oracles stand at the ready. Each with their own stand and display of flowers.
Larkspur stands turned to the side, head bent, behind her wooden stand. Flowers hang from a beam above, tied in twine, and dangling upside down. Different lengths of twine make them arrange like a musical score. The colors appear in no certain order. Though you get the feeling they are not in a random order. She acts aloof, as if she doesn't see you there, looking down at her paws. Not wanting to intimidate you.
Rose stands with her back to you. Her flowers are set on a table, neatly arranged, in the colors of a rainbow. She looks busy and pays you no mind. You may approach, and maybe she'll assist you?
Daisy is staring right at you with the biggest smile. Her flowers are arranged in large bushels that puff out of hand woven baskets. She looks about to burst with glee, hoping you'll come over to chat with her!
A song has been playing as you stand there. It comes from Hydrangea as she stands behind several potted flowers, humming a tune. Her eyes smile at you in greeting before she goes back to tending to her makeshift traveling garden.
Which oracle will you choose? Which flowers call out to you? Step forward, and let your fortune begin.
WC: 226
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2026 10:47 am
Excited chatter accompanied the soquili that had gathered around the flower stalls. Ana stood a way back, observing as a beaming yellow mare handed over a bouquet of peculiarly matched flowers to a flushing stallion. He stammered his thanks when she told him his fortune, turning to walk off in a daze, seeming to come to terms with something.
This was the fourth such interaction she had witnessed, she’d be lying if she said her interest hadn’t been piqued by the event. Even now, as she watched, a crestfallen mare walked away without her flowers…perhaps she hadn’t gotten the news she had hoped for…? Steeling her nerves, Ana drew in a steadying breath, situated her hat and drew closer to the throng of observers and participants.
A bright, clear voice had her snapping her attention to the booth. The mare’s smile widened when their gazes clashed. “Oh, giirl! I’ve been waiting for you to come over!” The brightness in her voice was infectious.
Still, puzzlement colored Ana’s features, her green eyes widening as they darted from the mare to those surrounding the booth, who were now also curiously looking at her. She met the stall owners eyes again. “Me?” At the patient nod, she cautiously moved closer until she was standing at the counter. Baskets over flowed with the most impressive array of flowers she had ever seen. All she could smell were the warm fragrances, almost to an overwhelming degree.
The yellow mare’s serene presence washed over her, settling her anxiously beating heart. Ana returned her smile with a much more confident air, feeling like the prying eyes disappeared.
“I am Daisy, and this,” she hefted a bouquet bound with neatly tied twine, towards Ana. “Has been waiting for you to come closer and collect it.”
Speechless, she looked at the expertly arranged flowers, deep red carnations, white, fluffy peonies accentuated by soft pink lily’s and tiny yellow violets. She watched as Daisy tilted her head and nodded, mumbling, “Mm yes, yes. I won’t forget you. You were right….” And she expertly tucked pink and white camellia’s into the stunning arrangement.
Heart picking up again, she dragged hopeful eyes to the oracle “What….what does it mean?”
WC 367
2.)Lily - Purity, devotion, virtue
7.)Carnation - Fascination and affection
9.)Peony - Prosperity and good fortune
17.)Violet - Modesty and humility
19.)Camellia - Admiration and perfection
2, 7, 17, 19, 9
Lily, Carnation, Violet, Camellia, and Peony
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2026 4:30 pm
Where there is disappointment or suffering, Druslya is never far. She drinks in the emotions of others, letting them soothe her succubus soul. Being a neutral being, she didn't inflict the suffering herself. That didn't mean she couldn't ravish the woes of others. She had watched as a particular mare had stood off to the side. Was she also watching the outcome of others and their fortunes? No, something else held her back. Dru watched with glee as one stallion stumbled off, looking forlorn. Oh, bless his tender, delicious aching heart. She had almost forgotten about the mare. As the curly dame stepped forward, the succubus muttered, "Ata girl, be brave." A fortune is all about what the receiver takes to heart. The stronger the belief, the stronger the fortune. Dru had a feeling hers would be juicy. Her eyes glazed as the dapper young mare stared on, confused at the oracle. Druslya took a quiet step forward, leaning in so she could hear. Daisy smiled coquettishly at the mare and her bouquet. The flowers each had a meaning. The oracle, reading the person and the flowers, got to build the fortune for those who seek their fate to be told. Pink lily combines the virtue of a lily with the joy and good fortune of the pink color of its petals. The yellow violets stir up a sense of modesty and humility, with friendship and optimism. The carnations infuse affection and fascination, with the raw passion and courage of their deep red hue. The fluffy peony brings prosperity with the innocence and sincerity of white. Finally, the white camellia presents with admiration and sincere, unblemished perfection. Daisy's whole demeanor turned serious. "Your patience will always pay off," she starts. "A period of abundant happiness and emotional fulfillment is preparing to enter your life. Your deep passion, sincere attitude, and humble heart will guide you to success with those who might deny you. Trust in the perfection of timing, even if you would have it be much sooner. The admiration you show will return to you in ample supply, with a deep, supportive relationship." With little pause, she plucks a purple lily and looks straight at Druslya. The purple flower wasn't part of the other bundles, seemingly plucked out of thin air. "And she will guide you." she says as she looks her dead in the eyes. "She's already taken such interest in you and she doesn't even know why." Druslya blinks rapidly like a robber caught stealing. "Wait...what?!" she had been hanging on the edge of her wing, waiting to see how the other mare reacted to her fortune. This escalated into something completely different! Before she could react further, Daisy broke back into character and giggled all smiles. "My dear, please take your bouquet and keep it close," she winked at her. Druslya mumbled, "What do you mean I'm her guide..." but her words were drowned out by Daisy taking on her next customer. Wc: 497
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Posted: Sat Jul 11, 2026 6:07 pm
Pulse quickening as Daisy spoke of each flowers meaning had the confusion she felt at the beginning of the encounter fleeing entirely only to quickly be replaced by the flickering flame of hope she’d carried in her chest. Her cheeks flushed a deeper purple when only thoughts of Draygan fluttered to the forefront of her swirling mind. “Oh, but…I don’t know-” she was going to say she didn’t know where he was when Daisy spun and was next offering a single flower to another mare. Peridot eyes swept over the mare quickly before landing back on her shocked face. Ana could relate. She was left reeling from the information….the prophecy? Fortune?….she had been bestowed. And somehow it was linked to this mare…and she hoped it would lead her to her masked dream stallion.
A new excitement coursed through her, and she quickly fashioned her shawl to be a carrying bag for her bouquet. As she carefully arranged the flowers to be protected, she eyed her new acquaintance with determination. “My name is Anastasia. Might we talk?” She glanced around at the others who were patiently (and not so patiently) waiting for the opportunity to get closer to the stall. “Away from here, that is?”
WC 204
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Posted: Sun Jul 12, 2026 7:18 pm
Druslya narrowed her glowing eyes. Angry that the oracle had dropped this on her. She sputtered for a minute, grabbed her flower like it was a win to take it, and whipped around to Anastasia, was it? "Excuse the ever-loving darkness out of me, but who does this oracle think she is?" she said as she progressed towards the edge of the crowd without thinking or acknowledging that they were leaving, together. A snap echoed across the clearing as she dramatically whipped her tail. That wasn't enough for her, though, as she also made a clapping noise with her wings. Stumbling along with this other mare, she continued to rant, "I'll not be forced into some blind prediction that probably doesn't mean a damn thing. I don't even know you, Miss..." Anastasia. There was an audible click as her jaw snapped shut, ceasing to talk. The name struck through her mind with recognition, finally registering with familiarity. Her tone and attitude dropped like a dead fly to a much calmer tone. "Anastasia...of course it is." Her eyes fluttered so hard, they might fly away. Druslya pursed her lips at her. "Alright," she said with a bob of her head. "Let's go." she said with a pop of her lips. Very vague yet suddenly accepting, and not explaining a thing.
Wc: 220
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Posted: Mon Jul 13, 2026 4:24 am
Ana followed, nodding in agreement as they made their way out of and away from the pressing crowd. Being in it made her all the more aware of why she had hesitated so long, cringing when someone’s wing or tail accidentally brushed her. She instead focused on the mare tromping infront of her, smirking when she realized others just seemed to move out of her way. Deciding to stay closer for less chance of being stepped on, while also giving the mare’s whipping tail a healthy berth, especially when it cracked like a whip and had her steps faltering. “It is a bit vexing to be put in charge of guiding a stranger, of which neither of you know the destination.” She nodded in agreement to the tirade of the other mare, pausing when she did. “Anastasia.” She provided again, thinking her pause was because she hadn’t heard her name. “Ah, but you can call me Ana. It’s much shorter.”
It was as though she had blinked, or a switch had shifted. The other mare’s demeanor had suddenly changed, becoming matter of fact and resolute. Ana shook her head and blinked her eyes, scrunching her nose. What had she missed? “What do you mean ‘Of course it is’?” She had definitely missed something. A vital part of the conversation that she suspected she wasn’t privy to. Steeling her shoulders, she lifted her chin defiantly, noting, and decidedly ignoring, how much taller her companion was, she brought herself to the mares side and more, passing until she could stop in front of her. Belatedly, she worried she might be bowled over, but it was too late for that. She arched a brow instead and held her ground despite her fluttering anxiety. What if she was wrong? “Who are you and what do you know?”
WC 303
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Posted: Tue Jul 14, 2026 8:00 pm
Druslya dead stops and puts a wing up to halt her newfound bestie... "I'm not trying to cause chaos. Apparently, it has found me without my consent." LIes. She loved causing a little chaos. She whips her head around dramatically and continues to walk on. Before stopping again to further vaguely answer the questions Anastasia asks her. "I honestly thought you weren't real. And part of me thinks this is all some charade. A joke. A game. It's too...convenient sister, and I don't like being involved in whatever happens from this." She puts a wing over to Anastasia's mouth before she can continue, almost touching her, but not. "Let me finish."
"I know of a someone who also talked about an Anastasia. They are perhaps not what you expect. It is not my place to say anything further. Obviously, the spirits have a game afoot here. Don't fret. I'll take you, but any details further I'm not privy to share."
Dru turned and headed straight into the woods. Tucking her wings in, and not stopping to see if Ana followed. "I'm Druslya. "You bloody Oracle deigned guide. Let's go."
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Posted: Wed Jul 15, 2026 5:46 pm
”What do you-“ Anastasia’s firm posture faltered momentarily, flinching and taking a step back when Druslya’s wing snapped out to halt her from talking. Green eyes almost crossed as she glanced first to the wing that halted in front of her mouth, before widening and darting her gaze back up to her companions face. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep her from interrupting.
When Druslya dropped her wing and moved around her to keep walking, Ana took a moment to breathe, turning Druslya’s words in her head, brow furrowing as she thought. She didn’t expect anything. But she knew if she didn’t meet the stallion Druslya knew…she would never see Draygan.
How did she know it was him she journeyed towards? She couldn’t form it into words, just that it felt right. Exhaling deeply and glancing up at the darkening sky she felt a resolve settle over her. She’d trust Druslya and the floral oracle….”Floracle?” A silly snort laugh bubbled from her and she spun around to chase after Druslya's retreating form.
WC 175
FIN
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