#c: poppy

[ithinkitscami]

closed starter for: @ofpoppys // location: botanical gardens // trying to find the storm grey poppys

Vastly different from the community garden back at home, Camille couldn't help but be reminded of home whenever she stepped foot in the botanical gardens. The difference was that they had flowers of all kinds, not that Oregon didn't, but her family mostly focused on edible plants. She was on the hunt, however, for the mystical storm grey poppy's. They weren't actually grey, they were a dark-ish purple that looked like the storm clouds on a rainy day. "I think..." She trailed off as she continued down a path, "Here they are!" She was enthused to have found them. "A storm grey poppy for a Poppy." She looked over at the brunette that was next to her, "I told you they existed." She mused on as she bent down to look at the flower closer. "You definitely need these in your yard. I can even help you plant them."

[leo-huxley]

Send 💛 for a friendship headcanon I have for our muses : poppy

Leon likes making a big deal out of Poppy's birthday-- takes her out for a picnic, buys her cake, the whole nine yards.

@poppypotted

[chanelhcrcwitz]

“I know, I know,” Chanel told her step sister as she sat down at the table she’d been seated, a giant pair of sunglasses decorated her face along with a scarf covering her black locks in hope of making her less recognizable. “I look like a cartoon villain, but you have no idea how many people right now hate me because ether they think I’m behind Panic or because like, they failed at it.” ( @poppy-montenegro​ )

[pellelavellan-a]

📖 - @healingblind

@healingblind

9:41 Dragon

Poppy is recovering. Slowly...but surely. By the Dread Wolf's hairy hanging balls I wish I'd bitten more out of that asshole than just an ankle tendon. It's not often I feel inclined to murder someone, but what they did to that poor girl...

She's been spending the evenings in my tower. I have a mind to think that being by herself in her own bedroom feels unsafe at the moment. I don't blame her. It's one thing to beaten down by beasts with no remorse for their actions, it's another to be unable to see them coming. But she's a tough girl, tougher than me who still hasn't worked up the courage to tell her I'm sorry.

If there is a silver lining to this, I'm grateful that River is here to take care of her in ways that I cannot, and for Leon as well. It's awful to have to process and get back up after experiencing something so terrible, and it brings me some peace to know she does not have to do that alone.

[songbirdsmelodies]

MUSES FROM VARIOUS FANDOMS. SERIES/BOOKS/MOVIES/MYTHOLOGY.

Rikki Chadwick:

fandom: h2o just add water

birthdate: October 1

zodiac sign: libra

appearance: blonde, blue eyes, fair skin, tall

nationality & ethnicity: australian

species: human-mermaid

FC: canon fc, cariba heine

Persephone:

fandom: greek mythology

species: goddess of spring & queen of underworld, wife to hades

appearance: changeable; dark hair, brown skin, dark brown eyes, sharp features

fc: simone ashley

Aphrodite:

fandom: greek mythology

species: goddess of love, beauty, pleasure and fertility, wife to hephaestus, lover to ares, adonis and others, mother to many

appearance: changing hair color, originally auburn, but also strawberry blonde, golden blonde depicted, smooth skin, womanly, curvy body

fc: larsen thompson, rose bertram

Poppy North:

fandom: night world series

species: made vampire (unknown witch before)

appearance: short curly red hair, striking emerald eyes, freckles on nose (before turning to vampire), elfin stature, delicate figure

personality & more information: here

age (canon): 16 (age of death & turning to vampire), born ca. 1980/1992 / age flexible

nationality: american

ethnicity: caucasian

FC: sadie sink

Lily Bloom:

fandom: it ends with us/it starts with us-fandom less

full name: lily blossom bloom

appearance: red hair, blue eyes, pretty lips

personality: brave, bold, caring, compassionate, kind, outspoken & more information here

age: mid-late twenties / age flexible, born ca. 1993/1997

nationality: american

ethnicity: caucasian

FC: abigail cowen

Mary-Lynette Carter:

fandom: night world series

full name: mary-lynette carter

appearance: tanned skin, dark & shiny hair, blue eyes

personality: smart, spunky, little nosy, intelligent, compassionate, very protective, responsible, serious, sincere, caring, loyal, good listener, stands up against social injustice & prejudice; more information here

age: 17/18 (age flexible), born ca. 1979/1991

nationality: american

ethnicity: mixed race

FC: bruna marquezine

Wednesday Addams:

fandom: Wednesday/Addams family

full name: Wednesday Friday Addams

birthdate: 10/13/2006 (year flexible) , on Friday the 13th

appearance: dark shiny hair, dark eyes, lighter skin tone (resembles mother Morticia Addams)

personality & more background information here

age: teenager 16-18 years old

nationally: american

ethnicity: mixed race

fc: jenna ortega

Sarah Lynn:

fandom: bojack horseman

full name: birth name: Sarah Lynn Himmelfarb changed to Sarah Lynn

appearance: brown hair, freckled, green eyes

age: ca. born 1984, age flexible (20-30s portrayed)

personality & background information here

nationality: american

Fc: beren saat/cartoon image

ethnicity: unknown

Katara

fandom: avatar-the last air bender/legend of korra

appearance: dark brown hair, blue eyes, brown skin, curvy body

personality: caring, compassionate, fiercely protective of loved ones, independent, resilient, hard working, smart, fun loving, orderly

ethnicity: water tribe, southern water tribe

background: she’s sokka’s younger sister, and later Aang’s wife and mother of their children (or AU ending)

ships based on chemistry, preferably with Zuko/Aang. OCs are welcomed too.

Camila Dunne:

fandom: Daisy Jones and the Six

full name: Camila Dunne née Martinez

born: 1949; death date: December 1, 2012 aged 63

appearance: short, dark brown hair, brown doe eyes,

personality: funny, bubbly, caring, compassionate, forgiving, sassy, headstrong, independent, motherly, family oriented

nationality: american

ethnicity: Latina & Hispanic, speaking Spanish & Portuguese.

ships with billy dunne, or with OC based on chemistry

Fc: camila mendes

[ofbloodandsnow]

// closed starter (@moonglowmagic)

Sometime Sébastien wished he had a car. He only goes where he can walk and, even then, tries not to go too far from home. He was beginning to wonder if people recognised him. After all, Starlight Bar was pretty much the only place he visited, let alone frequented.

Sitting at the bar with a sigh, he gave the familiar bartender an awkward wave. "Hi," he was suddenly thankful for the small amount of alcohol already in his system, "I don't really know many cocktails off the top of my head - do you have any recommendations?"

[christinaxwagner]

aquatica w/ @ofpoppys

Christina walks in along side of Poppy with Colton on the other side of her, gasping in awe as his hand slips from hers to go look at the fish in front of them. "Stay close, please!" She calls after him. She exhales as she holds onto the strap of her bag, keeping her eyes on the little boy who ran ahead of them.

This was one of Colton's favorite places to go.

"Thank you for arranging your day to come here instead of shopping like we were wanting to. I wanted to make sure we did something Colton really wanted to do plus... you and I have a lot to catch up on." She chuckles softly.

"How is everything going with you?"

[diamondpastry]

more garten of poppy sloptime and friends

[carnivalcarriondiscarded]

ooo fantasy au Poppy oooo there's so much empty space on this, it's killing me

rambles:

why is there lace? why does she have a neck corset? because she's Gorgeous and I'm the Artist Here. i will always inflict my personal tastes on everyone I draw. pretty bird <3

it's really difficult to put clothes on a bird... stream helped out a bunch with the colors & the leg gear! I imagine that the leather is durable, which is probably the only thing that gets her to traverse less Forgiving terrain. Thornbushes and itchy tallgrass can't hurt her! she's got "boots"! How Does She Secure Them, i hear no one ask. that's what neighbors are for, isn't it? and a skilled beak once she gets the swing of it.

her shawl remains largely the same due to my lack of imagination! i put a lil feather clasp instead of the shawl being tied together to give it a more fantasy-oriented look. i think i succeeded? i like to think so! i imagine that the clasp gives Poppy some stress, though. It's sharp! Ish. it's sharp by her standards!

Poppy's enchanted glasses allow her to "see" injuries and illness, both caused by magical & normal means. this is very helpful in her role as healer, but also extremely stressful - just because she can see issues doesn't mean she automatically knows what they are! to her, a papercut may be misinterpreted by the beginnings of a fatal infection! i like to think that she got tired of needing to hold the glasses in place over her beak and asked if there was a charm to keep them steady. and they confidently had their resident wizard spell them on - oops! the spell was a little too strong! they're now magically superglued on! yeah, those are never coming off.

she also has a magic bag that i imagine was a gift from her family when she left the nest! she'd never directly use it herself - what if she falls in? what if something nasty managed to crawl inside? - but the Neighborhood uses it as collective storage. it can hold a lot! supplies, books, tents, gold, even Julie when she's determined enough!

[jae-in-a-trenchcoat]

Soft broppy? Soft broppy

[notdysfunk]

Tried my hand at making my own designs for an AU 🌙☀️

An AU where they're kinda just like dudes , just furries livin in the world LOL

but then i couldnt stop and made them full bodies

[aberrantundead]

A Warlock’s Regretful Pact by sabattons.

[leo-huxley]

where; st. mungo’s whom; poppy @poppypotted​

“Hey, hey,” Leon said, leaning forward in his bed. Moving his face hurt a little but he hated seeing Poppy looking sad. “Don’t look like that, no it’s gonna be okay, see I’m totally going to be fine. They said it’ll all heal right up! It’s okay.”

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[preciouspatriots]

118 pages into the dragon republic and chaghan is SERVING SOMETHING SERIOUSSSSSS like

[cisacoolkid]

Flirting vs Harasement.

[white-poppie]

heyy could u maybe do a fem reader dealing with sh? with kenma, bokuto, and hinata(separate) from haikyuu. like she accidentally reveals them and they notice it and they all just comfort her? thank u and have a good day!!

You drew st★rs around my scars

A/n: HUGE TRIGGER WARNING AHEAD! So sorry for delaying this anon, life has been complicated these days, I really hope it wasn't an emergency rq. Please don't read it if you are not comfortable, I don't want to accidentally trigger anyone, stay safe :)

TW: S*lf H@/rm, scars, bleeding, crying, distressful situations, poetical depictions of scars (please let me know if I am missing anything.)

NOTE: Please, in case anything is troubling you, do contact someone you trust or the national helpline of your country. It may seem that there is no point in living, but trust me, there are always things worth fighting for. Please don't hurt yourself you are far too precious to be scarred in this way. If you ever wanna talk, my DMs are always open, I have helped people before and it wouldn't be any inconvenience to help more people in need.

FInd the helpline of your country

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 𝐊𝐎𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐄

The heat dampened your skin, as sweat rolled uncomfortably, sticking the clothes too close to your flesh than you would like. The salty beads of precipitation, made you hiss in pain as they rolled down the fresh, irritated scars; it was all too overstimulating.

The urge to scratch the skin over your pants was irresistible, it was a sort of double-edged sword that was ruining your comfort.

You sighed and decided to change into some shorts instead, it would prevent the sweat build-up that would irritate your skin.

The cool air of the aircon hitting your skin made it so much more bearable.

What you had forgotten in the midst of your discomfort was the fact that your significant other was in fact about to come from his practice soon. You two had planned a pizza dinner today.

"Oi Y/N?" he called as he removed his shoes before entering. You were in a state of comfort, half-bliss at the relief from the scalding sweat, it took you a few seconds before you could respond, panicking you grabbed your pants and tried to slip them over the shorts, "h-here." you called out, puffing as your voice cracked.

But Kenma was quick, agile and laser-sharp; all too cat-like for your liking. It felt like those scenes where the perpetrator was caught red-handed.

Your pants were half slipped up, only till your knees, giving a good view of the scar on your upper thighs, that lay just below your shorts.

You prayed, you hoped, you begged that Kenma wouldn't notice from that far, that the blood wasn't seeping from the fresh scars, that your lips weren't trembling in shame, that you didn't look so utterly defeated and ashamed.

So you just sat on the ground, all the effort you had put up for months, crumbling down all because of the heat -- you were far too careless. You sat on the floor, covering your face with your hands, the pants still bundled up to your knees.

Kenma was petrified, frozen, he had no idea what to do. His heart had dropped to his stomach when he entered and saw your scars in full display. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was going on.

He watched you break down, his hands, shaking and itching to comfort you, to help you somehow, but he is just spell-casted.

"Y/N..." he whispered softly and tries to walk with soft steps as if trying not to startle a sleeping baby, "look at me, please."

He said as kindly as possible, as he sits next to you, his heart breaking at how you softly shake your head.

"Baby please, I promise I won't get mad," he said in such a soft voice, like you would break if he was a tad-bit too loud. You shakily look up at him, eyes red and blood-shot.

"You are okay," he whispered and pat your head, "let's get you cleaned up, alright, we won't want any infections." he said and offered you a hand.

You shakily kept your hand in his as he pulled you up, ordering you to set on the edge of the bed while he got the medical kit.

"Are you gonna leave me?" you asked a little strongly, almost hating how vulnerable you sound.

"Never," he whispered softly and settled on the floor with the medical-kit, "I would never leave you when you need me the most, and I am not saying it out of obligation, I am saying it out of love."

"You are not alone, not anymore, I promise I am never going to blame you for any of this," he said and brushed your hair back, as he sat on floor, gently applying some antiseptic on your thighs with a q-tip.

He makes a mental note to throw all the blades and keep the knives and scissors away from your grasp while you are sleeping to prevent this kind of incident from happening again.

"I love you and nothing can change that, we'll overcome this together, I promise."

𝐁𝐎𝐊𝐔𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐎

Bokuto wasn't the smartest in the bunch, but he was perceptive of emotions, he noticed when people got quiet, he noticed when someone felt left out, he is always there in the sweetest way possible, his antics are just that adorable.

But right now, you wanted nothing more than to just tell him to go away, but you can't, you can't do that to Bokuto, you can't do that to your Koutaro. Even when you are on the verge of collapsing, your vision blurring as you gripped the sink to stabilize yourself from the roar of panic that echoed deeply within the caverns of your brain.

"Angel, let me in, come on," he knocks softly on the door, "I know you are crying, I'll- I'll give you space I promise, I just need to make sure if you are doing okay."

Bokuto knows how much some people value their personal spaces, it was never a problem for him, but he respected that, he would've let you be on any other day, but seeing the way you were acting for the past one week...he is scared. He is terrified of the mere aspect of you doing something reckless that might take you away from him.

"Kou, please leave me be, I just- I don't wanna see anyone right now."

"Baby, please," he almost pleads and you know he is going into his emo mode again, "I'll break the door Angel, but I am not letting you be, not like this."

You panic frantically as you hear that he will burst open the door, “Kou wait-“

“Get away baby,” he says as he braces himself for kicking the door down.

“3…”

Your heartbeat sped up, but you weren’t sure why, Koutarou’s reaction? Being scared that he would leave you? Or the fact that he was gonna break down the door and waste money for no apparent reason.

“2…”

You breath in deeply and unlock the door, standing behind it. You let him open the door.

Koutaro hugs you. No questions asked, no word spoken; just his muscular arms enveloped around your neck as he pulls you close by your waist. His lips rest on your hairline, just kissing forehead and rubbing your back, comforting you.

He slowly pulls away, and holds your face in his hands, no words needed to be spoken, you already know what he is asking, 'baby what did you do?'

You whimper and softly look down to your arms, not uttering a single syllable, seeing the beads of bloodseep into the sleeves of your t-shirt.

Bokuto gulps and looks into your eyes and then back at the sleeves. He held the fabric genty with his thumb and index finger, "I am gonna roll it up." He says and gently rolls it, careful not to hurt you. His throat turns dry and a broken gasp leaves his his mouth.

"Baby..." he says softly as tears line in his eyes.

"Kou I'm so sorry-" you sob and groan. You had been fearing that this day would come soon.

"Its okay," he says and wipes his tears and hugs you again, tightly, "I promise you won't be pushed to the edge like this again, we'll figure something out, alright?"

"We'll talk to a therapist, we'll- we'll figure something out, alright? You are safe, I'll protect you, I promise," he says and kisses your forehead as he cries again.

"I care about you way too much, please don't do anything reckless," he says softly and cries on the nape of your neck, even if you are the one who needs comforting right now. You nod against his t-shrt, your head buried in his chest.

"But baby you gotta promise me to tell me whenever you are itching to do something like this, whenever you feel as if you need to let the bad thoughts out, somehow, you need t talk to me. Give me a call if I am not here, I'll drive to you hell even run to you, barefoot if I have to."

𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐀 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐘𝐎

Hinata felt like a fool to have believed you when you said the scars that lay on your lower-belly were cat-scratches.

He noticed them when your shirt rode up a little while you stretched. the thin scars actually did resemble cat scratches, so he didn't think much of it.

Hinata was finally concerned when witnessed how you hissed when he wrapped his arms around your waist when you were doing something, or how you pushed him back a little when he poked your belly to get your attention.

For a long time he thought he had done something wrong, until he noticed how your smile was loosing its radiant glow that blinded a thousand suns, how your eyes seemed murky and grey instead of full-of verve...he knew something was very wrong.

"Did your cat scratch you again?" he asks suddenly and you are caught-off-guard.

"What cat?" you asked and he frowned.

"Love why do you have scars on your stomach then? Is someone bullying you? Hurting you?" he questioned softly, his eyes all observant and curious.

Your heartbreat fastened at the question, thumping widely against your ribs, "just nothing..." You said and internally groaned at your awkward reasoning.

"You know I am not letting you drop it, right? I care about you, even of it means that I am overbearing sometimes, I say all this out of concern, " he sighed, "I promise I won't judge you for anything." He says reassuringly, smiling with such glee that makes you tear up.

It felt as if you were cheating him, repressing your nature in front of him, but at the same time you wanted to conceal all of it. he was just too pure and you felt tainted...in the worst way possible, the irreversible way that can't be washed away like grime.

"Shoyo, I'm sorry," you whisper, "I-I hurt myself." You say as tears roll down your face.

"It got bad, I-I- relapsed, I tried to stop myself, I really did," you sob.

"You-you did this to yourself?" he asks bewildered, as if the concept of someone inflicting pain upon themselves is a foreign to him, "why?"

"It got bad Shoyo, my headspace wasn't exactly the best- I had stopped it a few years ago, took me all the effort, but I crumbled, I crumbled under the stress," you cry on his shoulder as he hugs you tightly, careful to not to touch the scars on your belly.

"I got you," he says as his lip trembles as he hugs you tightly,"I got you, I got you."

He breaks from the hug and looks at you, "promise me you won't hurt yourself- I'll figure something out, don't do this to yourself, you are so goddamn beautiful, don't hurt yourself like this." He hiccups and kisses your cheek.

"Are they new? Did you put rubbing alcohol on them? Bandage?" he asks, panicking a little.

You shake your head and he sighed, "I- sweetheart you should've cleaned them at least, they can cause an infection."

He sighs and asks you, "may- may I see them?" He questions softly and it makes your eyes widen, as you stare at him with shock.

"i promise I won't judge you, I gotta see them baby" he says softly and waits for you to roll up you t-shirt. He examines the scars on your lower belly, his heart breaking at the sight of how much you've hurt yourself, yet at the same time he is reluved that they don't see too recent, that means you didn't hurt yourself in the past few days.

He gently holds you by your waist and kisses your scars. A soft gasp escaped your mouth as he does this.

"Shouyo what are you doing?" you question, but he doesn' move, he just kisses your scars like its his lifeline, its ticklish but its so intimate that it makes you tear-up again.

"So frickin' strong," he mumbles against your skin, "I love you so much, I swear you are the most perfect person in this entire world. Your scars only make you look cooler."

He sighs and looks up at you, "but honey, you gotta promise you won't hurt yourself anymore, scars are cool, they tell your story, but I hate seeing you hurt yourself like this."

You nod hesitantly, "I'll try."

He smiles and rests his head on your skin, it doesn't matter to him, if there is a little trail of hair on it, or the scars littlering its expanse like constellations, he just loves you that much.

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