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Ava knew that this was foolish and really not so cliche. She could hear the elders that she knew very well over the years, scolding at her in her mind; how they were saying it was supposed to be the men who would give flowers to the girls, not the other way around. It was just not done! Not proper at all! She loved to follow the rules, but Ava would argue sometimes it was best to follow your heart instead of your head. Her hands were shaking as she held the bouquet that she herself had grown, clipped, and arranged herself to clear perfection. She wasn’t Radiant Garden’s number one florist in all the kingdom for nothing. Ava’s plants were beautiful and well taken care of. It was that reason alone that the Royal family had hired her to be their caretaker for their lovely gardens. Ava would come three times a week to look over the flowers and plants that grew in the Royal Gardens. In her time there, she had befriended many of the Castle’s staff. Master Ansem and his young

The bells of the old Clocktower rung throughout the world, the sun almost setting in the horizon. No matter how long since Daybreak Town had been brought back to its splendor, the music of the bells still amazed the citizens (old and new) of its mystifying melody. Many things had stayed the same, such as the markets and the homes, to its beautiful water fountains that you could find many children playing or the adults just sitting down and enjoying themselves. The outskirts still had their greenery, the trees lush and green, along with its valleys of gorgeous flowers sprouting everywhere. Yet there were many changes. When the Master of Masters returned, him and his six apprentices began to right their wrongs, forging and strengthening their bonds that they once had. The Unions no longer competed against one another, but instead united to help rebuild their World and train new Keyblade Wielders in the fight to protect the Light. It was a harsh and strenuous road laid before them

Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick Tick The clock struck nine. The chimes echoed throughout the whole household; The minutes had gone by slowly, ever since the doctor had arrived to Whipstaff Manor at such a late hour. Jack took another swig of his drink, the beverage doing nothing for his throat nor his patience. Or his liver for that matter. It was one of his biggest problems everyone in his life had pointed out to him. “Be patient Jack”, or “Now hold on a minute Jack” or his least favorite saying “All good things come to those who wait Jack.” He wanted to thrash the person who ever even created that phrase. He was tired of waiting. His brothers could not blame him. For the doctor to come at night was never a good sign. Especially the circumstances for this visit in the later hours. “Lighten up Jackie Boy,” Blaine called from his place at the piano, playing an old tune that he had heard in his early childhood. Or was it from one of his many gigs as a wandering musician?

“Dandelions, like all things in nature, are beautiful when you take time to pay attention to them” – June Stoyer “Oh no.” Ava turned her head away from the newly planted tulips (right next to some dandelions she wanted unearth and bring to her garden back home), to look upon her assistant. Ephemer was usually a bubbly happy go lucky boy, trying to find his place in the world. He was always doing his best to be helpful, especially to his boss. His tone of voice and the grim expression on his face though at this moment gave her cause for alarm. “Mistress Ava, he’s back. Again.” Oh no... Deep breaths girl. Think good positive thoughts. DO NOT let him get under your skin. This time. Ava loved her job as Radiant Garden top landscaper and gardener for the Royal family. She had been hired at a very young age, but she was amazing at what she did and truly loved flowers. She had done the majority of the garden designs for the kingdom which everyone adored and highly complimented on

You are my Little Brothers ever wild and carefree Oh the havoc you have caused even when I held your hands The chaos you brought upon with your mischievous shenanigans The way you guard and hide So no one will see your souls Always be true to yourselves For that makes me truly smile So no matter how big, or tall Troublesome or grownup you get I am still your Sister and You’re still my Little Brothers You are my Little Son A treasure of treasures I carried you in my womb And held you in my arms You taught me a new love A bond of mother to child How you befriend to all And see the world anew Your smile is that of the stars Your energy that of the wild sea So no matter how far you travel or the new friends you may meet I am still your Mother and You’re still my Little Son Listen closely My Boys My time will be cut short As Sister, Wife, And Mother There is only so much to say There is only so much to do Before I depart this mortal life My dear Little Brothers swear on this vow to

In the beginning, it had been so long since the three had a good decent night sleep, and even longer for having pleasant dreams to remember. With Asgore, his nightmares consisted of the deaths of his children, Chara’s broken body and Asriel’s monstrous god form turning into dust as he wept in despair. The humans that fell into the Underground and were able to face him in his throne room he had encountered only to take away their souls as a win to break the barrier. The pressure of failing his duty to his people for their deserved freedom to the surface, to escape their ever lasting prison away from the sun while he had lost his entire family, and maybe his soul along with his hear as well. Yet the most troublesome nightmares were of him facing his Judgment Day, to answer his mistakes and the terrible choices he had made. Those were the nights he could never truly sleep. Nightmares for Toriel also consisted with the deaths of all her children, not just Asriel and Chara. Fallen

Asgore put his fuzzy face into his hands, trying his best to ignore the pun war going on between his wife and his husband. They could be at this all day and all night if no one stopped them especially if they were on a roll. “I mustard ask you stop these actions at once Darling!” “nacho chance tori, I am just bringing up the heat.” It had really been a good morning before this had all started. Asgore was drinking his morning tea while Toriel was making breakfast for them all, the children already had left for school with M.K. Sans had zoned out of their bedroom and fell back asleep on the kitchen table. Their wife soon presents them with a plateful of pancakes. They had been enjoying their breakfast and discussed their plans for today, the normal part of their day, until it was brought up about laundry; specifically Sans laundry; specifically San’s dirty sock that always seemed to appear in their living room. Asgore thought Sans had only done that back in his old house in Snowdin

“Oh Sans...” Toriel gasped as she looked at the night sky, the beautiful sparkling stars scattered around them from the great above. “Its truly magnificent!” “heh, thought you would say that tori.” The skeleton set up the blanket down on the ground. He knew he had made the right choice in making their date into a night time picnic. He flopped himself on to his back, his arms crossed underneath his head, letting out a relaxed and lazy sigh. “might just take a nice nap here.” The goat monster just shook head and placed the picnic basket on the blanket as she settled on to the ground herself. She didn't unpack the food from the basket, her gaze not wanting to leave the scene of the starry Heavens just yet. The stars brought back such memories for her, starting when she was a young girl, to the night all monster kind were banished to the Underground by the Humans after the War. To never see the sky or its wonderful creations ever again. A bone shaped hand grasped her paw, awaking her

Serenade of the Rose It was still in perfect condition. Its hard wood covering was strong and sturdy, but shiny on the outside. The strings seemed so delicate, yet they held tightly on to the ends. Yes it still looked good, even after all these years. Reggie handled the violin as if it was a newborn child. The duck caressed the smooth wood and plucked one of its strings with one finger. His blue eyes widen in excitement as he grabbed the bow, and positioned himself and the violin. A moment passed and then he began to play. Gentle high notes filled the air, as Reggie kept on playing, positioning his fingers on the chords, the other with the bow as it touched the strings. His eyes were closed in tranquility while a small smile appeared on his beak. He still had the touch. When the melody was coming to the end, Reggie suddenly opened his eyes. A playful smirk took place on his face. He had an idea… XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX “Reggie! I’m home!” cried out Bud opening the front door to their

The snowstorm had begun to calm down in the early hours of the morning of Burgess. The large village was knee deep in snow, blocking the entrances of all the houses. Hiding the roads, so that no one could be able to travel in, be it short or long distances. The glass windows were covered in frost, cracking its floral patterns so that all could see its loveliness. No one dared to leave the safety and warmth of their homes to go and explore this winter wonderland of cold beauty. Except for the ones who brought the snowfall with them. In the outskirts of the village, in the barren woods that surrounded the premises, the Winter Queen began to stir from her slumber. The snow blanket shifted and crumpled as she sat up, stretching her body like form. Her dark eyes drifted to the east as the first rays of the sun began to peak through over the horizon. She felt movement beside her, and with a smile removed some of the snow away from her sleepy companions. Jack was snuggling closely to his