#made in the botanical gardens LOL

[jonahmagnus]

Falin with ink

[squiddy-god]

Your works are literally AMAZING. I'm fawning over the dorm leaders × chubby reader 🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼. Also I read your rules but I wasn't sure about character limit or anything so can I request dorm leaders with a s/o (gender neutral (i forgot what is called I'm not the best with these different genders but yall rock 💪🏼)) who has neglectful family so they act as if they aren't wanted. Basically just as if the dorm leaders are about to ignore her too? Idk if it makes sense. And when they have a problem they don't share it immediately, they keep more to themselves. Have a good day tho!!! 🫶🏼🫶🏼🫶🏼

Heheheheheheheh love this request and the support teehee. Ok so i decided to do this all as like the collective of dorm leaders + jamil since that made the most sense to me so here you are <3 the first half can be interpreted as either romantic or platonic since you didn't specify sooooooo yeah, then the second half is more “dorm leaders with a collective crush” 

♥︎REQUEST OPEN♥︎

Cw: neglected reader, comfort, feelings of inadequacy and self deprecation 

I think at first when you first arrive they just assume that you are like most others at NRC and are just anti social since it is a school for villains 

But once you become more acquainted with them all and have a friendship with the rest of them they start to become more and more concerned with your behavior because they think that as friends you should be comfortable coming to them when you need help, especially after you have helped them so much with all that you’ve done 

I think riddle can really relate as it seems that when he wasn't being micromanaged he was being neglected at least emotionally so he knows the feeling 

Malleus and leona also understand, malleus has always just felt so alone that even tho lilia was a good parent he's never really had a lot of people in his life, leona has always felt second best or has been ignored so they also understand 

At first i don't think that any of them say too much, really they are trying to make you realize that they do in fact want to hang out because they enjoy being around you

It's even worse if they like you because they dont get why you are so distant

Eventually they call a intervention lol and have a sit down where they give you pseudo therapy to help you

They really try to hammer it home that you don't have too feel like you're not good enough and that again they do want you to be around them 

They also tell you that after all you've done they genuinely want you to come to them if you have problems or need something

Ok specifics time 

Riddle really relates to your issues, even though his problems are like on the opposite end of the spectrum he also struggles with feeling like he has to do everything on his own, he tries to help you the same way you helped him. He likes inviting you to tea and all but interrogating you on anything you may need help with. Definitely helps you study 

Leona is less forward about his affections/making you feel better but he has his own ways. If he sees you on his way to the botanical garden he is dragging you with him and you are TAKING A NAP. he doesn't give af you are napping with him and you are gonna be so snug. In leonas mind he hates people disturbing him when he's napping so having you with him when he's napping means that he doesn't see you as a disturbance. It's really sweet. He also relates to feeling pushed aside and neglected so he makes sure to give you extra attention. 

Azul is well versed in insecurity and while his stems from self image and body images, he still understands it at the core. He's bad at this really, he wants to be there for you but the shady octopus is struggling big time. He decides that having you for dinners is a good idea, the lounge is nice and peaceful as you eat a tasty dinner together, he takes the opportunity to ask if anyone has been bothering you lately, old shady habits die hard. 

Jamil cooks with you (i feel like jamil's idea of cooking with you is you sit on the counter and eat the little treats he gives you while he does the real cooking) jkjk he likes cooking with you because it allows you to both be close and do something you enjoy, but it also lets you both get a little treat at the end (the treat is his cooking because its god tier) 

Vil makes it known very quickly that he will not be standing for this behavior. He's putting an end to it one way or another, hence your now shared morning and night skincare routine. Well it's more like doing each other's routine, he teaches you the steps, you do his and he does yours. Whole nine yards, im talking matching fluffy headbands and those cute face masks as a treat. Normally he wouldn't get them but if a hello kitty/fun face/eye mask makes you happy then he will indulge (only after triple checking the ingredients because he does not play games)

Idia games with you, either separately or together in his dorm he loves playing videogames with you, especially ones like “it takes two” (amazing game btw) he's very antisocial so he hopes you understand how close he feels letting you into his room to game with him because literally no one else gets this kind of SS+ 5 hearts treatment 

Malleus is the worst offender because if you thought the dragon was already kinda clingy after this info is revealed it is 100% worse. He feels the need to show you all the attention he can to make up for lost time, the same way having you as a friend (and potentially more than a friend) has made up for manyyyyyyyy years of loneliness in his mind. The night walks are his favorite, hand in hand as you both walk along in silence, even with the silence he occasionally chimes in with little words of affirmation. If you want to talk he is so happy to listen, eventually you find that hes quite the yapper, happily talking about anything you will listen to and hoping that you yap right back at him.

[sawbiter]

a field of geranium - yuuji itadori

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summary ! you and itadori have been together since middle school. when he randomly breaks up with you and disappears from school, you're left heartbroken and completely alone.

warnings / tags ! angst to fluff , exes to lovers , non-sorcerer reader, hopeful ending! implied fem reader, written with a poc reader in mind (skin tone and race unspecified!), past bullying, yuuji is lowkey dumb, reader is stated to be intelligent, lonely reader .. lots of angst. probably not very canon accurate to how curses work but shush.. reader curses a lot lol.

a/n ! hope you guys like this! i loveee yuuji sm .. this probably isnt good i haven't written in a while ;;

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you remember a time when it felt like yuuji would always be around.

when he would kiss your forehead before classes and during lunch, hold your hand as he walked you to class and write you childish love notes during maths.

you never expected him to break up with you, let alone over text. you'd planned on confronting him at school after he had repeatedly dodged your frantic calls, but when you entered the school, yuuji didn't go there anymore.

it stung. yuuji had been your best friend since middle school, defending you from the bullies who'd pick on you for various things that'd later become insecurities of yours. (sometimes you wonder if those things are why yuuji left.)

going back to eating alone in the single stall bathrooms and having nobody to talk to during passing periods was a hard transition. your parents weren't any help either, telling you that high school relationships never lasted.

(you can't bring yourself to throw away the promise ring he gave you.)

you see him out one day, with a pretty brunette girl, carrying shopping bags for her. you go up to him; he's clearly moved on. (you can understand why. she's gorgeous.) he doesn't seem to notice you.

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you're sitting alone the class garden for your botanicals class. you remember a time this was your favourite class (it was one with yuuji; go figure.)

now it's filled with bittersweet memories and the grief over someone you know isn't dead.

you're calm as a boy you've never seen before approaches you. your hands are gloved and your hair is a bit messy as you look up at him.

“be careful around here, please. it's class policy not to walk on the soil.” you scold a bit, his boots having crushed one of the plants.

he looks down at you, his face a bit stoic, “sorry.”

“it's alright- did you need something?” you smile at him politely.

he snaps his fingers, frowns a bit, then says “nope,” and walks off.

you'd never seen him before. he didn't even have the right uniform on.

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“i cannot believe you just made me do that.” megumi rolls his eyes.

yuuji frowns a bit, “i'm sorry but- i can't go up to her.” megumi rolls his eyes as nobara fumes a bit.

“you broke up with her over text. no wonder no girls like you.” she snarks and yuuji just glares at her.

“i had just eaten sukuna's finger! i thought i was gonna die soon anyways!” he argues back,

“well then why haven't you tried to talk to her again? not that she should take you back- i pity the fact that she dated you at all.” nobara speaks as they walk away from the school.

“she probably has new friends anyways, plus she could get hurt, she's not a sorcerer.” yuuji says, his face looking almost like a kicked puppy.

nobara looks at him and raises an eyebrow, “didn't you say you were her only friend? that curse probably attached to her cause she's lonely.” she pops her gum after saying the last sentence.

“even more proof that me being around her is dangerous! plus- what if sukuna gets out around her while i sleep or something?!” he sighs, looking back and sneaking a peak at you in the botanical garden, “she's better off.”

megumi looks at him a bit, “i'm not surprised. you are the self sacrificing type after all.”

“i just think its rude to break up over text with no explanation, you guys were together for so long too.” nobara shrugs a bit.

“if i had spoken to her any more than that, i think i would've tried to stay.“ yuuji frowns.

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two weeks after the boy approached you in class, your botany teacher dies in a freak accident, or at least that's what the police said. you aren't too sure.

ms. woods was a smart woman. you knew from the lunches you'd spend in her classroom to avoid bullies that she seriously loved plants.

so dying by ingesting a poisonous plant? out of character and frankly, insulting. you know that can't be the whole story.

that boy had something to do with it; it has to be. you look through your yearbooks after he had left; no sight of him. you go through all of your classes, all grades, you ask around. nothing. he didn't go to your school but he walked up to you during botany class and then two weeks later your teacher dies.

it can't be a coincidence. you go nearly crazy over it. you stay up multiple nights. you cry.

you remember when ms. woods called you smart, when she understood your grief over itadori and let you extend your onion cell project. you cry; something horrible happened to her, you just know it.

so, the night you stay in the school way too late studying poisonous plants in her room, you have a good excuse for why you see a huge monster in the hallway.

at first, you think you're seeing things from the sleep deprivation. you blink, rub your eyes and squint. it's still there.

“holy shit!” you jump out of your seat, going for the door to the garden before realizing they're locked, only able to be unlocked via a key- which you don't have.

the monster, a disgusting bipedal amalgamation of red roses, vegetables, cacti and other odd plants was slowly walking towards you.

“what the fuck.. oh my god- what the fuck?!” you shout, your hands shaking as you go to grab the nearest object to defend yourself as you press your body against the door. you grab a glass flask and hold it out as if it's at all a threat to the 8 foot creature in front of you.

the creature groans and you begin to tear up. this is it- you're about to die the same way ms. woods must have. nobody is going to mourn you besides your parents. you're going to die with people thinking you injested a poisonous fucking plant. you shut your eyes tight in preparation as it approaches.

it never does. you hear the creature use ms. woods' voice to cry out as someone attacks it. you peek to look.

its yuuji. and the girl from the mall. and the boy you thought killed ms. woods.

you gasp as they use all sorts of stuff against the thing and- are those bunnies?

“what.” is all you can gasp out as the brunette and the black haired boy run off, chasing the monster.

yuuji looks at you with his puppy dog eyes and you resist the urge to slap his stupid kissable face.

“yuuji, what the hell is going on.” you say, but it comes out as more of a statement than a question.

“i.. um..” he looks back at the two he came with who are now chasing the monster down the science hall, “that's the curse ms. woods left behind.. we're getting rid of it.”

“a curse? and- and you're fighting it?” you ask, puzzled.

“i promise i can explain but,” he pulls you into a tight, squeezing hug, “I was so worried. A special grade curse against you- I was terrified that we'd be too late. We didn't notice in time to get it before it tried to hurt you.”

“did it kill ms. woods?” you ask.

he shakes his head, “no- the grief from her death created that.” you gasp.

“I made that?” tears spill as the adrenaline settles.

“no!” yuuji pulls away a bit, looking at you put still holding onto you, “no. you didn't- it's not your fault. oh my god, it's not your fault- i love you please don't blame yourself!” he hurries to reassure you.

you sob into the crook of his neck, “yuuji- you.. why did you go? i was so lonely. it's been so hard.”

he can feel his heart break as he squeezes you once more in his embrace, “i'm sorry baby- i'm sorry.” yuuji soothes you, rubbing circles into your back, “i didn't want you to get hurt but- it happened anyways.”

after several minutes of silent comfort, you pull away, wiping your tears before giggling.

“where'd you get those face tattoos?” you sniffle and laugh.

yuuji laughs too.

“it's a long story.“

you smile, “tell me about it. i wanna hear.”

[blues824]

Hello! I hope you are doing well! I love your writing 💜 If you don't mind could you do a soulmate mc with Malleus and Leona? (Separately) Sorry if that doesn't make any sense lol If you have too many other requests or you feel overwhelmed don't pay this any attention.

Take breaks and stay hydrated!

Gender-neutral reader. I used the Seeing Color AU, where you can’t see colors until you see your soulmate.

Leona Kingscholar

For the longest time, Leona could not see color. He didn’t really care, as he didn’t believe he was missing out on anything. However, if you asked him when he was a young cub, he would respond with a sheer amount of excitement upon the probability of meeting his soulmate and seeing color before his brother did.

That didn’t happen, as Falena saw his soulmate and saw colors that he had tried (and failed) to describe to his younger brother. It honestly made Leona mad that his brother beat him at something once again, and he would be the second to do something again. He was happy for his brother, but insanely jealous at this amazing and legendary feat. 

After 20 years passed and not an ounce of color aside from the monochrome greyscale, the lion lost all hope. He would roll his eyes whenever someone from his dorm came back and exclaimed about the many different colors that they were now able to see. Good for them, but there was no need to shout out to the world that you found your soulmate.

Eventually, it got to be too much. Ruggie was telling him about how he hoped to meet his soulmate, and Leona just stomped off in anger and annoyance. He didn’t need to hear this ‘true love’ bullshit that he’s been hearing for his entire life up to this point. So, he went to the botanical gardens to take a nap and forget about it all. 

Unfortunately, his nap didn’t last too long, as some incompetent fool decided to step on and trip over his tail. He was understandably angry, as he could be snoozing right now. However, upon opening his eyes and meeting the gaze of the offender… he let out a grunt of surprise upon being attacked with the colors surrounding him.

You had a look of surprise that matched his, and you both just stared at each other in shock. It wasn’t until Grim asked what the hold-up was where you broke eye contact, and he just pulled the leg of your pants to get you to continue moving. You looked back at your… soulmate… and apologized for stepping on his tail before you kept moving.

Leona’s only thought after that interaction was, “Oh, shit…”

Malleus Draconia

No matter what, he always held up hope that he would someday meet his soulmate. Ever since he was a young hatchling, both his grandmother and Lilia would tell him about their soulmates when they were still alive, and they would assure him that he would meet his own one day. Even 178 years later and no color, he still had hope. One might call him a hopeless romantic.

It did make him feel a bit of comfort that his retainers (aside from Lilia, as mentioned before) had also not met their soulmates, even if it is a bit selfish of him to think that. Each night, he would roam around the NRC campus, looking at the moon and wondering if his soulmate was staring at the same moon.

Where were you? He would travel to the moon himself if it meant that you were there, waiting for him. For his entire life, he has been alone, being trained to be the next reigning monarch of the Briar Valley. He no longer wanted to be lonely, and he now wanted someone that he could love and cherish, ‘til death do they part.

All around him, his classmates were finding their soulmates, and he felt happy for them. It just gave him more and more hope that he would be able to find his soon. Until then, he would still look at the moon whenever he went to explore Ramshackle. He let out a sigh as he was about to head back to his own dorm, but then he heard someone’s voice asking to identify himself.

He turned around, meeting your gaze, and suddenly your surroundings were filled with color. Gasps made their way out of both your mouths as you just looked around, taking in the new visuals and trying to adjust to it. Then, after a few moments, you both returned to staring at each other. He had such a loving and joyful gaze, as he had dreamed of this moment for so long.

Unfortunately, he couldn’t accept your invitation when you asked him to come in, as he still had to return to his dormitory, but he had hearts and stars in his eyes. He asked you to call him what you desired, and your silly nickname that you created for him just repeated itself in his mind as he started the trek back to Diasomnia.

“So, the Child of Man is my soulmate…”

[dog-ending]

Poll time!

You are writing/developing your own furry/anthro world, totally populated by anthropomorphic animals. You put in a zoo. How do you make this work?

PLEASE SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM FOR EXPLANATIONS BEFORE VOTING!!! AND PLEASE REBLOG!!

Explanations:

1. This one's more about normal earth animals but could feasibly mean other made up animals. Like, if your furry characters are anthro pokemon, their zoo would have regular pokemon (i.e. anthro pikachus looking at canon pikachus at the zoo). Only pick this if its the normal animal versions of your furry characters.

2. This option also includes like... galleries of normal bugs? i have no idea what those are called and i ran out of space anyway. Pick this ONLY if you wouldnt have fish, plant, and/or bug-based anthros. If you have fish anthros, you could drop the aquarium and still pick this, same with the others.

3. This is assuming your anthros are based on normal earth animals. You would also pick this if you had the opposite situation i guess, with an alien setting and regular earth animals.

4. Exactly what it says. Different from option 2 in that theyre exaggerated in some way, like horse sized beetles.

5. Im picturing the humans well cared for and not mistreated, but their enclosures are based on their natural habitats, like an office building or the alley behind a gas station. Also this is a joke answer dont take it too seriously.

6. This option is for a setting thats all or predominantly anthros based off one species. Think: everyone's a cat, the zoos can just have any animal that's not a cat.

[jester-lover]

Hello again! As you know I'm here for the opened requests))

Could you please write a scenario with Leona and gn!reader on their very first date? Reader is very excited since its their first date ever, but since its the start of their relationship they're still a tad bit shy to initiate any romantic actions (holding hands, hugging, kissing etc).

Thank you so much for bringing so many awesome fics to so many fandoms, and I can't wait to read new ones in the future!! 💞

First Date

Feat/Leona

Thank you so much for your support and uplifting words! I’m honored to have a lovely audience like y’all, and I'm so sorry these requests are coming in slower, I've been too busy lately.

CWs/gn! Reader, fluff, shyness, nervousness

(also, this gif is so Leona) @nickson-lol

Taking another deep breath, you adjusted your shirt again while looking at your reflection in the small closet mirror. No matter what you tried, something just felt off about your look. You felt a bit deflated as you decided to ignore it and put on your socks.

The walk to Savanaclaw was a little better than your closet debacle. It was a calm evening, and it gave you some time to think back on the last few days.

Leona had asked you out on a date about two days before, giving you proper time to plan out an outfit and clear out space in your (extremely hectic) schedule. You had had an eye on Leona for a few months now, and the feeling of butterflies in your chest whenever he spoke to you was nothing you’d ever experienced before. His genuine, calm, but still fiery and protective nature was everything you needed in a partner.

As you thought back and got closer to Savanaclaw, you felt the same nervousness rise up in your stomach, slowing you down as you saw him waiting by the dorm’s great structures. The only surprise you still had to look out for was what exactly the date would be.

Leona was wearing what he wore regularly, but there was something elevated about his look, as if he simply tried to put himself together a little better in the morning. The fading light of the setting sun made his tanned skin glow a lustrous golden.

He looked absolutely perfect, and his presence felt so comforting and gentle. For once in your unexpected dorm life, you wholeheartedly felt at home. He smiled softly at you once he saw you and sauntered up to you.

“Hey, I found this little spot by the botanical gardens where the sky is super clear at night.”

The nervousness inside of you mixed with a strange and new feeling of excitement, and you held his hand as he guided you both farther than the place you’d usually meet up. When you got there, you marveled at the quietness of the spot. 

It was a small clearing amongst tall grass and wildflowers, where a checkered picnic blanket laid out amongst a calm night atmosphere.

Leona laid himself flat against the blanket, gesturing to you to come lay down next to him. The nervousness had fluttered in and out of your mind as you laid opposite him and looked up at the beauty of the clear stars and crescent moon.

You felt yourself calming down as he placed his hand on top of yours, smiling as a future with him settled in your heart.

[italoniponic]

𝓑𝓲𝓽𝓼 𝓸𝓯 𝓒𝓱𝓮𝓻𝓻𝔂 - mini-project

Runaway Shrimp

Notes: this is based on a very fun request I made with Malleus, Leona and Azul where Reader accidentally confessed their feelings to them and instead of facing them and waiting for a reply, they just… “bolts” (as the Anon said lol). So then @gilswifey asked if I could do a part 2 with Jade and I thought, huh why not? 

Jade Leech x g!n reader who runs really fast / headcanons / fluff & comedy / part 2 / use of “you” pronouns

“Our house will be a mushroom farm like this…,” you blurted out. It was a big mistake on your part, considering that the alchemy workshop was so empty that your voice projected better than ever, and above all, Jade had enviable hearing. Especially because he was right next to you. So much so that he took his eyes off the poisonous mushroom he had in hand just to face you;

There were no great excuses to be made, no means of deflecting the subject. The implication that you imagined living together with Jade in the future — and the awareness that the constant presence of mushrooms would be inevitable — was right there, heading for more things. More clear that this would have been to have asked for his hand at that moment;

But you chickened out. Well, you never intended to let him find out your feelings, let alone reveal them in this way. Jade still stared at you for another minute, his heterochromatic eyes going from wide in surprise to slowly relaxing into gentle amusement — mostly from your expression of horror — when…;

... you ran away. Few things really impressed Jade in seventeen years of life, being two years of earthly experience. He could be fascinated by various things, develop curiosity about human habits, and wanting to know different things without further ado. But that was the day he was most taken aback by things. And all this is your work;

You ran out of the workshop faster than a flock of sardines when they spotted a monster whale. Jade congratulated your speed — even though you were out of sight to hear it. Calmly, he got up, put away his newest mushroom in a terrarium and made a little call;

From the point where you were, you had two directions: the outskirts of the Ramshackle or some point near the library, near Main Street. That’s considering you were running in a straight line. A third option would be the Hall of Mirrors region. The Leech’s aquatic predator ability aside, you personally had the advantage of knowing how to run really fast. But Jade had an idea that would save him time;

You thought you were out of danger. Your legs had carried you to the other side of the school, somewhere in the woods near the library. Not a sign of Jade following you. You leaned against a tree to catch your breath, but the fatigue wasn't all that was making you feel bad. It was a mixture of guilt and a certain disappointment that you were really alone after all;

Not for long though. Someone took you in their arms by surprise, putting a frightening distance between you and the ground. When you turned around and saw turquoise hair, you even thought it was Jade... but Floyd’s laugh totally broke your expectations;

“I see you’ve managed to catch a runaway shrimp for me, Floyd. What a good brother you are,” Jade smiled when he met the two of you. Floyd carried you in his arms to the courtyard of the Botanical Garden and dropped you into the arms of his twin — the game was good while it lasted. Floyd had mentioned that Jade would spear him from eating the test shiitake dishes if he looked for you in one area of the school while his brother went in the other side;

A master plan, you had to admit. Although there was still the problem that you had nowhere else to run and hide — not with Jade carefully holding you in his own arms, purposefully not giving you that opportunity anymore;

“I personally don’t understand why you ran away like that. It’s not like your feelings aren’t reciprocated,” Jade said gently. It caught you off guard. The feeling was so clear on your face that the merman had a little chuckle. Jade had a docile smile, something very uncommon to see — especially for how sincere it was. But the truth was that he always had that one smile when you were around him.

| Special notes: not very necessary to the story but I imagine that Floyd was still there when they solved things up and he's like "oh for Ursula, get a room you two! gross! this? right in front of the school facility for everyone to see? disgusting, I'm telling mom" :P while they only smiled to each other bc he's that type of supportive brother lmao |

[chaithetics]

Lessons in History

Pairing: Javi Gutierrez x f reader Word count: 2.8K Gif by @tomcriuse Warnings: fluff, reader had no physical description but she/her pronouns are used, flowers, some history, colonisation & discrimination mention (not graphic), not beta/proof read except for sending the first 3 paragraphs to @coulsons-fullmetal-cellist! A/N: This was written for @morallyinept's flora and fauna challenge for the month of May, green carnations are mentioned here but the real focus is on the Faqqu'a iris! I hope you all enjoy this and maybe learn a fun floral fact as well! The mentioned pieces of art are imagined and I didn't put in any artist names because I couldn't think of any, oops! Title was inspired from 'Lessons in Chemistry' because of name vibes, haven't read or seen it lol! Comments and reblogs are always appreciated 🫶 @mittos may you get to the botans soon bestie x

Javi Gutierrez was nothing if not a patron of the arts. He was the biggest cinephile in all of Spain, he had the film memorabilia and Letterboxd account to prove it. Letterboxd had contacted him several months ago to let him know that he had logged the most rewatches of Face/Off than any other member, by a lot... He’d been enchanted by the theatre from a young age, he had an ever-growing collection of visual media, and he was a critically acclaimed screenwriter and producer. It’s why he was at this pop-up exhibition a History in Flora. Of course, it didn’t hurt that the curator and gallery educator was so pretty. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off her, she had an air of intelligent grace and while her eyes were kind, they definitely had the potential for a sharp wit. She was tidily dressed in colours that brought out the beauty of her skin tone and eyes, and a keffiyeh around her neck. She was positively radiant. A beauty that needed to be captured in art, he’d proudly commission such a piece by a dozen different artists just to try and find someone who would be able to capture her essence in their art. He was smitten by you as well. When you made eye contact with the handsome man, a slight blush coloured his cheeks and you couldn’t help but smile even wider. His soft curls were stunning, you gave him your best smile which made him melt more. If you kept smiling at him like that he’d either melt into a puddle or he’d hold a snowdrop bloom and become a new installation in the exhibition to symbolise his resilience with the challenge of not causing a scene and swooning over you and attempting to sweep you off of your feet.

You had a hand on your abdomen as you waited around near the entrance of the botanical gardens greenhouse, this was the opening day of your pop-up exhibition. One you’d been working on for months. Probably more like years with how you were such a history nerd and how one conversation with your cool aunt when you were a teenager sparked an interest in flowers and all the nerding out that came with that. 

Anxiety was looming in your stomach but that was to be expected, having your hand on your stomach wasn’t a super obvious marker of that though so you kept it there as you tried to imagine your diaphragm while regulating your breathing. Inhale. Exhale. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. 

While some people had already come in and started to make their way around the art, this would be the first guided tour of the exhibition. This project had been your artistic baby for so long, it felt really important to you and you just wanted it to go perfectly. 

You took a deep breath and listened to your amazing colleague who came over after a moment as you both ran through some things quietly and in what felt like the blink of an eye, you were now standing with a group of about a dozen people of all ages and had started to guide the tour. 

You weren’t sure if you’d blacked out and started, you weren’t sure what that would feel like so you couldn’t compare it to anything else, but you were certain it would feel something like this. You don’t know what had happened but your feet had started moving and your mouth had turned up into a friendly smile and words started spilling out as you’d started to lead the keen group around the exhibition. 

You all walked around and discussed the sculptures, crochet installations, and paintings. The group was interested and respectful, there were some witty questions and there was a plethora of interested and respectful questions as well. 

Whenever there’s a point you almost forget to add in Javier will smile and politely raise his hand to ask a question, a gesture that nobody else makes before they ask a question. He’s too cute. His existence is taking almost everything in you not to giggle when you look into his sparkling chocolate eyes and nod and he then asks the perfect question for you to elaborate on something. “Ah…” He coos at the right times when you speak. 

“How interesting!” He genuinely exclaims with a fascinated and kind smile when you add in a stroke of a fun fact while painting the context of a piece. 

You’re feeling more and more confident with each piece you show and talk about. Having your personal, professional hype man in Javier is extremely helpful. It’s the little necessary boost in confidence that helps bring you back into your body and in no time you’re feeling more present in the moment and that you can truly enjoy it. 

There are pieces and interesting conversations about peonies, a Chinese symbol of wealth adored by Emperors, violets, a queer symbol of sapphic women going all the way back to Sappho on Lesbos island thousands of years ago. The group are interested and engaged throughout the various topics which makes you smile. 

You smile more widely as you and the group arrive at the next three pieces. Javier’s eyes shine as he sees the genuine but more customer service polite smile turn into a wider, awe-inspired smile as they get to the next piece. His eyes take in how your eyes glow like the most luminous image in the world. You’re a true piece of art. He thinks of how inspired and meta it is that the most beautiful piece of art in the world is sentient and is the one loving art and educating the public on it while being completely unaware of the masterpiece that she is. 

His cheeks heat up, he’ll keep that image of you as a mental photograph to treasure for years. He’s not sure if he’ll ever have the words to describe it with justice in one of his screenplays but he’ll try. It’ll be the look of love on the intelligent lead’s face, and then the romantic look of love, that’s on his face right now, will be seen on the love interest’s face. 

You’re completely unaware of Javier’s thoughts as you’re not a mind reader. But you smile more as you look at this next piece. You love every piece in this exhibition of course, but these next few pieces stunned you the most with their power and the artistic vision and skill that went into them. You had felt honoured to be able to work with these artists. 

The piece that your group have now stood around is a display with a series of woven Waratah flowers in different stages of bloom, all bright in colour. The crimson of the flower is so eye-catching and gasp-inducing. All of the pieces are stunning but this is one of your favourites, you happily reactivate into nerd mode for this piece. 

“This is a collection of the Waratah flower through its cycle of life.” You catch the amazement in the eyes of people who step closer to take in the vibrant colour and detail in this piece, you pause to let it truly have its moment, before continuing. “The Waratah is a stunning crimson bloom native to Australia, that has particular significance to the Aboriginal communities there. Its name comes from ‘Warada’ which is an Eora Aboriginal word meaning ‘beautiful’.” You say as you smile and look at the woven piece, its colour is so vibrant, while it may not be a real bloom that everyone is looking at, it’s still clear that it deserves to have a name like that. “Each Spring in the southern hemisphere, when the Waratah blooms it’s viewed as a time of new beginnings and marking of the new season. The flower has a history of being used medicinally for the Aboriginal peoples in Southeast Australia, and symbolises the powerful connection between indigenous peoples and their land. Indigenous peoples aren’t homogenous but there is a shared experience with connections to land and the trauma of the loss of land that has come with colonisation along with other institutional and intergenerational traumas that have occurred and continue to as a result of colonisation.” 

Collaborating with indigenous and other artists with histories of resilience and oppression had been an honour and you were happy for it to be platformed in this space and to see people engaging with it. 

You guide the group to the next piece in the exhibition, which was a mixed-media collage painting. Two men were painted outside of a theatre, they were wearing suits and hats and each had a green carnation visibly pinned to the lapels of their blazer. It was then collaged with newspaper headlines about men charged with sodomy and homosexual law reform. 

“The red carnation symbolises deep love and affection, pink meaning gratitude, white meaning pure love. The green carnation wasn’t originally given a specific meaning like its differently pigmented cousins.” You say as you look at the large painting, it was truly incredible, the brushwork was stunning and the colours had been pulled together perfectly. 

“In 19th century Paris, it became a fashionable coded way of queer men signalling their queerness to each other.” You see Javier raise his hand and you smile and nod, confirming him to ask his question. 

“This is in relation to Mr Oscar Wilde, the poet and playwright, right, Miss?” He asked with a big smile. “Yes.” You smiled at him warmly which made cheeks widen with a big, innocent grin. “In 1892 Oscar Wilde popularised this symbol by asking his friends to wear it on their left lapel when attending the opening night of his play Lady Windermere’s Fan. Boygenius’ pink carnation is a reference to Elliot Smith, not Oscar Wilde, I’m afraid.” You add with a small chuckle that gets a few laughs in the group, mainly the younger ones but Javier chuckles like you said the wittiest thing ever. 

There were a couple of questions about this piece and a discussion on all the different elements of this piece. You took a deep breath in and made eye contact with Javier, he gave you a warm reassuring smile. He mouthed you can do this! And his eyes were as warm as a hug from your closest friend you haven’t seen in months. 

You then guided the group to the final piece, it was the big finale of the exhibition, something truly incredible. You looked at the gorgeous, blooming sea of purple with hints of dark yellow, brown, and green sprinkled through the cloak. 

“Here, we have this stunning cloak.” You paused to take it in and to see the expressions of everyone else take in how detailed and time-consuming this must’ve been. “This cloak is covered in the Faqqu’a iris, the national flower of Palestine. Covered in over 300 handmade flowers, each one is made out of satin that had been hand-dyed and or hand-painted by this young artist.” 

“The Faqqu’a iris is typically purple and has grown in the mountain ranges of Palestine.” 

“Purple irises symbolise intelligence, no?” He asked with a gentle smile on his face as he looked at you. 

“Yes, along with royalty and strength and courage. Which is particularly fitting here.” You say with a smile, Javier thoughtfully nods, almost as if he wasn’t aware and this is new information to him. “The Faqqu’a iris has suffered as part of the resulting ecocide of Israeli settler colonialism and the illegal occupation. The flower has become critically endangered due to over picking and deforestation for Israeli settlements dating back to the Nakba in 1948. This became worse in the 50s and the flower has been called endangered, vulnerable and at the risk of extinction several times by various organisations.

This artist had been making some blooms for a project but was inspired to create and finish this piece after the 2024 Met Gala which had the theme of ‘The Garden of Time’, the story that inspired the theme and the fashion choices were opulent, showing a great class divide, and apathy towards the struggle of many. This, the complicity of guests and media covering this and the media distraction away from the genocide Israel has been committing upset many. Fashion was not used as a form of protest at that event. Which is highlighted here, with how simply it could be done.” 

You look at the cloak for a moment and then have a conversation about all of this and the exhibition as a whole. Slowly the group breaks off, some leaving and others deciding to stick around. You take a deep breath in and then another one out as this has happened, the rest of this pop-up is going to go well, you know it. 

“Excuse me, Miss,” you’re interrupted by Javier’s words with his thick accent and kind face. “I have to say that I truly feel like an expert in floriography and the social history of blooms across the globe.” He continued, smiling as the few lines around his eyes creased in delight as he looked at you. 

You couldn’t help but chuckle at his words. Your sweet cheerleader. 

“I’m glad to educate a stranger, always.” You playfully tease. “A stranger, mi amor?” He asks feigning shock as he pecks your cheek softly. 

“Thank you for coming, it was really sweet.” You say softly as you smile at him. 

“You were truly exceptional, mi amor! So smart! So creative! So pretty!” He exclaims as he looks around at the exhibition in awe. 

“You’re too kind.” 

“Do you think any of the patrons saw through my sneaky disguise?” He asks playfully with a bright large smile. He’s so playful and endearing, if you had a cold heart, he’d melt it. 

“No,” you chuckle. “I don’t think anybody wondered if the inquisitive patron is seeing the guide.” You chuckle more as you look at him. 

“Maybe I pay more attention to pretty educators, and this exhibition has the prettiest one, who could not be inquisitive amor?” Javi then turned in a theatrical way. “I believe I just saw someone delivering and installing an installation live?” 

“Wait-what?” You ask, as you quickly turn. “Is-” Your eyes widened as you saw the purple hues of a large bouquet of flowers being delivered to your colleague at the entrance who was nosily checking the note.  “We should see the history behind this one no, amor?” He asked with a hopeful smile as if you wouldn’t want to look at a big bouquet that had been delivered. You nodded and gave his cheek a soft peck as you walked over to take the flowers from your colleague, she winked at you and smiled at Javi. 

Purple irises that symbolised intelligence, the man had done his homework. But you suppose he had done that just by living with and loving you. A similar purple hue was in the greenery backing the bouquet, the heliotropes, everlasting, eternal love. The centrepiece was your favourite flowers which made you smile. The other little flowers carefully placed in were beautiful and he had certainly picked up one of the many floriography books that had been sprawled out on the dining room table lately. 

“You and your sweet words and gestures and perfect curls.” You say with a small breathless chuckle as you look up at him, he smiles back at you. The flowers are gorgeous and there’s a sweet smell as you look at him. 

“Well amor, I’ll look around again and then go back to the entrance for the next tour.” Javier says smiling widely. “You don’t need to stay for the next tour, it was so sweet of you to come now- it helped.” You say after letting out a small chuckle at his offer. “Is it too much?” He asked as his eyes widened, worried he’d maybe overstepped. His face was always so reactive and sweet. “I’m just so proud and always impressed by you, it is marvellous to see the passion you have when you speak of the intersection of art and history.” 

“No, not at all, it’s so sweet.” You reassure him as your cheeks heat up. You feel very loved with all the little sweet gestures happening, the flowers, him showing up to the opening day of the exhibition, engaging as if he’s a stranger enthralled by this, wanting to spend the day doing that. And he does.

[jo-the-bass-stealer]

dia dhaoibh (hello 🇮🇪)

i'm jo and i'm writing a novel. a series actually.

it's about a girl named robin who finds an emerald buried under the botanical gardens in dublin, transporting her to a place she only knows from a bedtime story her aunt used to tell her: Fallaing an Dúlra (pronounced fal-ing an dool-ra), or 'Nature's Cloak.'

all of the central characters are queer, and many of them are also neurodivergent, physically disabled and/or poc. the mc is aroace and autistic, with a special interest in flowers. her best friend is a masc lesbian with adhd that loves science and is class at camógie. the other three main characters are a black gay prince with a hell of an arc ahead of him, a queer violinist who, upon meeting the prince, has made it his life's mission to annoy him, and a transfem knife pro who would much rather read books and sing than work in a silversmith's forge.

ALL the place names are in irish, as are many of the characters names. irish is my native languange, a languange that was once illegal to teach, so i intend to use it where i can and to fight against british monolingualism and colonialism 🕺

finally, the main themes of the story are:

fuck all monarchies everywhere forever

fuck capitalism

green revolution now

youth protest is vital

if any of this interests you, please leave me an ask about it! i recently finished draft one of book one but i have much more planned

thank you so much for reading all of this lol

[ofdirtandbones]

Hi!! Your blog is literally the best thing, I like your vibe and I've been subscribed for so long. Actually you made me fall in love with goblincore aesthetic and I am so grateful for that. I also really like your educational content, like when you're talk about nice "weeds", harmful lawns, crafts, bugs and so on

Do you know anything interesting about bindweed plant? This is my favorite flower. I feel offended when people call it "useless harmful weed". Local gardeners in my village hate it so much. I feel sorry for the little plant idk

I'm doing my own research right now and you seems experienced. I hope bindweed is going to be appreciated just like dandelions

You don't know how happy this message made me !!! I'm so glad you like my blog so much and the educational content I reblog ! All those things are so important to me but I know most of it isn't "conventional thinking" so I scream about it everywhere on the internet hehe Also very happy I made you fall in love with goblincore ! I think it goes much beyong the aesthetic and really changes the way you view and interact with nature ! Anyways bindweed ! I really don't think I know much more than you ! I've talked about it with other people when I worked in a botanical garden. I also think it's a really gorgeous plant ! I have some old art where I've drawed bindweed in the backgroud hehe To start : It will spread quickly I really recommend controlling it and not introducing it yourself in an area !!! Lots of plants do what bindweed do without the extra (intensive) labour of controlling it. It can smother other plants and cover large areas ! But it dies back in autumn (and will sprout again from its roots). What I'm about to list is the things it's great at if it's already there. It really helps with biodiversity, it's really good for pollinators. Bindweed helps shade the soil and provides habitat for lots of different bugs, brings up moisture,,, Which provides a great home for earthworms. It's also great for soil integrity ! It has deep strong roots which is always a good thing and helps hold soil in place. It helps heal low calcium areas by bringing calcium from deep in the soil to the top of the soil, making it available for other plants. It basically helps your soil heal after it has been disturbed. But it also thrives in high calcium areas,,, It's very resilient and not picky about where it grows. It's a plant that will show up when nature starts reclaiming an area ! It's one of those pioneer plants ! It will die once a healthy forest grows (takes like a century sooo). It's high in nutrients so the vines make great compost if you have a high heat compost (otherwise please don't compost it lol it needs to be at least 60C in there ok) or if you completely dry it before composting (no seeds !) You can give hedge bindweed it's own treillis/structure as it's a pretty decorative plant. It's great to cover a fence since it grows so fast haha but don't let it spread elsewhere

[aphicelend]

Misaki Shirayama

26 y.o | 1.52 cm | Japanese | April 4th | Aries

(APH) Human | City Ver. | Colorful AU | BOX AU

Tags: #Art/HC tag | #Posts related to her

Wanted to do a profile for her here 💦 Misaki has been one of my fave oc's since 2012 and i'm having fun drawing her a lot again, and I love to put her in my other oc's stories 💃 so here's info of her hetalia AU(?

i wrote everything in spanish and im lazy to translate it properly so, google translator yay

| Personality

Introverted | Temperamental | Stubborn | Agressive | Kind | Caring

Misaki is a young woman with a fiery personality, she has little patience for stupidity. She is a hard worker, and likes to put effort into what she likes. She is also stubborn when it comes to opinions if it is not her way she will not do it, she tends to violence when someone bothers her. Her pride is something precious to her.

Despite this, when she gets upset she needs her time to calm down and then apologize. Even so, Misaki is a girl who cares about others, her way of showing her appreciation is through actions, especially cooking.

Socially inept, having lived surrounded by “nations” Misaki behaves awkwardly with other humans, for some reason she always feels distant and finds it difficult to understand them.

Having grown up with nations, Misaki did not develop “parental affection” or someone to consult her problems with, because she considered that Japan would not fully understand her.

He usually feels a constant feeling of loneliness, his heart is a hard shell that makes it difficult for him to let in emotions like love.

| BACKGROUND (Hetalia AU)

Strip about her background

In this AU, Misaki was raised by Japan who took care over her as she was abandonated. Her childhood was kinda chaotic, surrounded by nations of course she didn't grow like other kids, she felt distanced.

Japan tried his best to give her a normal life, of course he wasn't used to raise a kid. Misaki always wondered why did he took her? He felt lonely? She would never know.

She always had a sense of loneliness, a feeling of she doesn't belong where she is. Mother? Father? What's that, she only had "weird uncles"

Misaki was very problematic at school, her classmates teased her a lot and she answered back with violence.

Through her adolescence, she kinda developed a crush on Yao, and she was rejected, of course, the man only saw her as a little sister.

More about it here.

Time heals, she tried to moved on. On Uni, she meet a guy named Kazuo, they clicked and became a couple, Misaki thought that finally had someone who cared for her deeply, but no. The guy cheated on her. That was the point that made her close herself.

-> She lives alone in an old traditional house that Japan left for her, she works as botanic in a national park in Kyoto.

| Interests and facts

She LOVES gardering and plants. She has a traditional garden on her house and it's her first priority.

She's very good at cooking, Japan and China taught her very well.

Also Romano as shared with her some italian recipes so she could "learn something good"

Her way to show love is giving you food.

Her dream is to open her own restaurant.

One of her interests are kimonos, she likes to make her own

Favorite station is autumn, she loves when trees go orange.

Loves cats, and bunnies, loves cute things.

She likes minimalist clothing, plain clothes or stripped patterns

Her face may look annoyed but she's kind, and gets along better with girls.

She has been mistaken for a minor

Does she feel something for Alfred?? who knows.

She's just afraid to someone break into her heart and get too attatched.

| RELATIONSHIPS

I made this chart

| Music

Mostly vocaloid because i'm a weeb

Balsam / Misaki - About her loneliness

The Beast / Misaki - Her fear to open her heart

I'm glad you're evil too / Misaki - Her wish to find someone

Girl Pilot / MisAme - Their dynamic, Alfred trying to reach her but he can't

I can't stop the loneliness / Misaki - the song says it all lol, maybe her fear that its too late?

Hammer Song And The Tower Of Pain / Misaki - Pushing everyone away it's the best

MAD HEAD LOVE / MisAme - Their dynamic, they're idiots.

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If you got this far here's some old misaki drawings, old hetalia? ocs? she used to have friends and now she's DEPRESSED.

2012 | 2014

[thebettybook]

🌸 🕸️ Let’s start at the beginning, one last time 💐 🎀

🎀 My name is Betty and for the past two months, I’ve been the one and only Flower Weaver

💐 I was bitten by a radioactive pink crab spider at the New York Botanical Garden on E-1610. I was at the garden to get inspo for a costume design assignment (my first canon event 👀), and ever since then life has been kinda crazyyyy

💐 The powers I received from the radioactive pink crab spider are camouflage, speed, and venom fangs (still getting used to the venom fangs lol)

🕸️ I met Miles Morales the same week I got bitten by the spider, and he quickly became my mentor-of-sorts and like a brother figure to me! He taught me everything I needed to know about being a Spider-Hero, and now we both keep our Earth safe. He also introduced me to his friends at the Spider Society

🕸️ At the Spider Society, I got recruited by the leader Miguel O’Hara (he’s kinda grumpy lol). Now at HQ I help out with designing, creating, and repairing suits for my fellow Spider-Heroes :D

🕸️ Also, since crab spiders can’t spin and shoot organic webs, I have to use synthetic web shooters. Peter B Parker made them for me, with synthetic gold webbing and flower petals at the top of the shooters to help stick to my palms :3

🌸 Notes on my Spidersona:

🗒️ My Spidersona is a self insert of me as a Spider-Hero :3

🗒️ Since my favorite color is pink, I definitely wanted a pink suit. I found out about pink crab spiders, so I based my Spidersona on that kind of spider

🗒️ I’ve also always been into flowers, so when I found out that pink crab spiders basically live and survive on flowers, I thought that was perfect

🗒️ I started creating and designing my Spidersona in late July so it’s been almost two months of me designing my suit, fleshing out my Spidersona, and learning how to get used to doing digital art

🗒️ I used a lot of even numbers in my suit, from the eight gold lines coming from my emblem (to signify the 8 legs of a spider), to 10 white web lines on each of my arms, to 12 white web lines on each of my legs, to 4 gold leaf lines on my 2 mask lenses to give the lenses that leaf/flower vibe

🗒️ I also wanted my emblem/logo to look like a flower and a spider at the same time

🗒️ Creds: Inspired by @ hyperbali on IG for the black character design info tab from the official ATSV concept art sheets. I used @ mellon_soup’s (on IG) base pose reference for my Spidersona (literally was a life saver :’))

🗒️ Important: Do not repost my art to this and other platforms, do not upload my art to this and other platforms, and do not feed my art to AI

[michelletsw]

Twisted wonderland boys with a s/o that's deathly scared of spiders

Twisted wonderland boys reactions to walking in on there s/o standing on something looking like there going to cry trying to kill a big spider.

I made epels so long compared to the rest of them lol TwT sorry also I didn't do ortho but I threw him in with idias. I'm changing them up a bit gets kinda random with the hair spray lol.

((I honestly don't know if idia or vill are scared of spiders I couldn't find anything about it so I'm just going off there personality here sorry TwT))

Warnings ⚠️ cursing, not spell checked,

Heartslabyel, octavinelle, scarabia, pomefiore, ignihyde, savanaclaw, diasomnia.

Pomefiore

Epel

He was making his way over to ramshackle for a sleep over, walking into the dorm and making his way up to your room only to stop when he hears you yelling? Walking towards the sounds he ends up infront of the bathroom door, knocking he asks if your Allright. To which you respond by yelling at him to come help you, he opens the door and sees you backed into the corner clinging onto a hair spray bottle for dear life. Panicking he asks what happened, what are you doing? Why are you in a towl??? "SpIdEr. HeLp." He turns to look at the still running shower and spots a unreasonably giant spider just hanging out on the wall next to your soaps. "Okay you go get dressed and I'll take care of it" mainly only saying this because he doesnt want you to see him struggling with this both mentally and physically. You hand him your hair spray and run to your room now that he's alone it's just him and the spider. He can do this...... he can't do this. Has psyched him self out multiple times when trying to put cups or something over it, attempting to kill it with his shoe failed because he got to nervous he might miss and it would jump on him. Ended up retreating over the the other side of the room and thinking for about 2 minutes before it clicks, he turns the shower back on and grabs to shower head and moving it so the water just hits the spider and it goes down the drain! Done and done!.... not done and done he repeats not done and done!!! It worked for the most part but it's not going done the drain it's fighting back, the mf holding on for dear life. You make your way down the stairs yelling for epel and asking if he's doing okay, the boy now panicking he runs over to the sink cabinet and grabs the first cleaning product he saw, that just so happens to be bleach he pours it on the spider and it finally gives up and accepts its fate. He turns the shower off and puts everything back then leaves the bathroom, he tells you everything is fine and he killed it. You 2 then continue on with your sleep over and hang out for the rest of the night.

Rook

Rook was on his way to do his daily stalking check up on you to see what your doing and what not. Letting himself in he makes his way to your room only to stop dead in his tracks when he hears you yelling from the common room, he quickly makes his way over to you afraid something might of happened. Walking in he sees you standing on the coffee table with your eyes watering, he instantly looks to where your looking at snd sees a large spider on the wall where the couch is. You still haven't noticed him it seems, he grabs one of his shoes and smashes the spider, This quick action makes you jump almost falling off the table. Rook grabs you and places you down on the other couch next to the window "wait here mon petit trickster" he leaves to the kitchen and comes back with a paper towel and cleaning cloth, he cleans the spider mess off the wall then his shoe. Throwing them away he goes back over to you kissing the back of your hand "what shall we do this afternoon mon amour" you go get food and have a picnic in the botanical gardens, talking about your day and what not.

vil

Due to his busy schedule your dates normally consist of doing self care or movie nights in his room, you where sitting on his bed waiting for him to come back after being disrupted and having to leave the room to answer a phone call. Once he walks back in the room you are now standing on the bench at the end of his bed, he asks what in the world your doing? Turning to him teary-eyed you point to the wall and tell him there's a spider. He immediately laughs and starts to baby you "my poor sweat potato" he walks over and grabs your hand walking you out of the room to get some tea while walking past the lounge rook is siting in one of the chairs and looks over to you both and gets up and walks down the halls. You and vil stay in the dining area for some time calming down and drinking tea. Once you return to his dorm the spider seems to have disappeared, you continue your night as planned and don't question anything.

Ignihyde

Idia

You where actually at his dorm room playing some video games and everything was going good till idia called for a snack break. He was walking back to his room and when he got to his door he heard you screeching, he quickly opened the door and ask you what happened? You now standing on his desk chair, point to the wall next to you and theres a big ass spider. Now you both look like your about to cry "YOU SHOULD KILL THAT!" "Um No FuCk tHaT!" Idia yelled back jumping on his bed. Your yelling combined with the noise of random objects being thrown at the spider could be heard all the way from the kitchen where ortho was, curious but he didn't think much of it atleast till he heard you screaming "Ah! IT MOvED FUcK iT!!" "DoN't Abandon Me Here!" Followed by the sound of a door being thrown open and running. You and idia now both in the kitchen sitting on the floor ortho of course ask what happened and if you two are okay, checking your vitals and looking for any injuries. You explain what happened and that there's a giant spider in idias room. "Oh! Is that all?" Ortho chuckles and grabs a cup, making his way up to idias room. Idia and you look at each other still a little startled, you break into laughter over your own reaction. idias nervously joins your laughter as you both get up and make your way back to see what orthos doing. You and idia peek your heads through the door way to see ortho happily holding the spider in a cup with paper under it, making his way to the door to go outside. Seeing you both he holds up the spider showing you that he caught it, you both thank him as he leaves. You continue on with your hangout with ortho joining you, gaming and hanging out till ortho makes you to go to bed around 12.

[blues824]

:) ☆I'm backkkkkkkk☆ I cried

I found this photo of our knight kin in my gallery, do with it as you want toooooo!!!! 🥺🤩🤗 Tehehe

He's sooeo sweet hereeehxuhdh Ahahahhahahah

🏃‍♂️ my simp is showing—

I requested: Making Snowmen + Hot chocolate for the cold

A sequel to this fic that I wrote for Sebek. Turns angsty lol.

Sebek Zigvolt

Because he had the entire weekend off, due to you seeking the help of both Lilia and Malleus when your relationship was on the rocks. Saturday came around, and he had fallen asleep and accidentally stayed the night. He was freaking out, worrying that his Housewarden was going to be angry, but you showed him a text from the Vice Housewarden, that said he was given permission to stay over at Ramshackle for the weekend he had off.

That being said, you told him that you were going back into the snow today, and he let out a groan of annoyance. You should know by now that he preferred humid and warm climates, which is why he loved the Botanical Gardens.

But, this was your payback, as he had spent weeks ignoring you and choosing his schoolwork as well as the Prince over you. That last sentiment was understandable, as that was the code of a knight, but the former statement really hurt. It was like he would prioritize anything over you, and while you first excused it as him adjusting to being romantically involved with someone, it got to a point where you were done.

Anyway, you opened the front door, and a rush of cool air burst into the corridor. You heard Sebek shiver, despite being wrapped in many different layers. Grim was also shivering, but he had claimed that he only needed his scarf and gloves to keep warm. You called his bluff, but he stuck to his guns.

When Sebek had finally joined you outside, you immediately shouted, “LET’S BUILD A SNOWMAN!”

You managed to spook him with the sudden outburst, but he immediately started making a plan. He was going to make the base, as he would be able to roll it to the designated spot you made. You would get its midsection, and he would help you lift it up. Then, Grim would make the head out of snow.

And so you all split up. You had to head inside to grab a spare scarf as well as a carrot and buttons, and then you placed them on the ground at said spot. Then you started getting the snowball for the torso.

It didn’t take too long for Sebek to finish, nor did it take long for Grim, but the difference was that Grim found himself rolling as a snowball with the snowball. He was rolling down the hill, and he suddenly hit a rock hidden in the snow, and he was launched into the air. It’s not like he could aim away from you, so he ended up landing on top of you.

With a loud oomph, you landed on the ground, and your boyfriend rushed over to make sure that you were okay. It turns out that you were laughing as you, through giggles, asked if the cat monster was okay. The crocodile half-fae helped you up, checking over you to make sure that you didn’t sustain any serious injuries, and you just continued to make the torso of the snowman.

Eventually, you and Grim rolled your parts to Sebek’s part, and he helped you lift each part. Grim was insistent on lifting his own, so the knight lifted the cat who, in turn, placed the head on top of the snowman.

Now it was time to decorate it, and you grabbed the scarf and wrapped it around the snowman’s neck. Sebek shoved the carrot in the middle of the head, making it its nose. Grim helped with the buttons, and you smiled at the masterpiece. You turned to see your lover, and the tip of his nose as well as the apples of his cheeks were pink.

Maybe it was time to head inside.

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You immediately started making some hot chocolate. You didn’t realize how cold you actually were because of how much fun you were having, but you couldn’t feel your fingers or toes. It felt like a Herculean effort to just blink. The aroma of the sweet ingredients wafted through the air, making the dorm smell amazing.

“I’m sorry…” That was a first. You turned to see the man who you’ve called your ‘knight in shining armor’, looking ashamed and guilty.

“For what, Seb?”

“For neglecting you, and that is the best way to say it so don’t say differently. You had to go to Waka-sama and Lilia-sama for Seven’s sakes because I was prioritizing my work over you,” He was getting a bit worked up, angry about his own failure.

“Just admitting your fault is enough-”

“No, it is not. I hurt you, which is detestable for a knight! What can I do to make it up to you?”

A moment passed of him being close to tears, and you had to hold in your laughter. But, you can’t really be blamed. For the longest time, the First Year who was now on his knees, begging for a way to get you to forgive him, had called you a ‘human’ in such a disgusted tone. Maybe the significant other effect is real?

The hot cocoa was finished, and you poured it into two mugs from the pot you made it in. Your smile dropped, a sombre expression appearing on your face in its place.

“Do you have time to have a cup of hot chocolate with me?” You asked, voice very close to breaking. You had to use both hands to steady the mug as you extended it towards him, and his eyes were surprisingly glassy.

“More than enough,” He responded, taking a sip of the sweet drink.

[pandoa]

Hi Pandoa! Congrats on your follower count :DD Could I request for the event, Tulips with Leona and the setting be In The Rain. Those two on the prompt list really remind me of that one scene in 2005 Pride and Prejudice.

Tulips ~ “so what if i’m in love with you?! is that so wrong?”

Plumerias ~ “run away with me”

~leona kingscholar x gender neutral reader~

warnings: some cursing, very minor angst if you'd qualify it as angst? it turns around very quickly tho so no worries lol

hello hello anon!! tysm for your lovely request! i do hope it was alright that i combined your rq with another darling anon <3 you two had very similar requests for leona, so i hope that's okay! i still kept that pride and prejudice vibe tho, i loved it sm!! have fun reading hehe~

♡the heart rains with its lover♡

You couldn’t believe the audacity of the beastman in front of you. 

Even after every outburst, argument, cold glare, and obstacle thrown at the two of you, he was still there, ignorantly doing all that he wished like the choices he made did not carry any sort of grave consequence whatsoever. He was a selfish prick. A bratty little prince you had hoped to stay away from. 

You loathed the thought of just speaking to the pompous man. 

Hurriedly running past the forming puddles on Night Raven’s flooded campus, strenuous drops of rain trickled down your skin as you escaped to an open field with Leona trailing close behind you. Thunder clapped within your surroundings with a resounding clamor that echoed through your ears. The clouds in the sky gathered together in a spiteful manner, with you and Leona trapped underneath the overflow of raindrops soaking your drenched form. The chaos befalling just over the horizon accentuated your livid mood, and you bitterly welcomed it with every raving fiber of your body as you and Leona came to a stop in the middle of the storming field—the frustration in your tones being so sonorous it could be heard thousands of miles away across the hazel waters of the Isle of Sages. 

He did it. Leona had confessed. Albeit quite casually for an admittance of one’s sincere affections, but a confession nonetheless. Earlier, the two of you were gathered in your own circle of friends chatting amongst yourselves in Night Raven’s lively cafeteria until the low, unexpected voice of the Savanaclaw housewarden played throughout the room—mistakenly catching the attention of many other students in the process. 

“Okay, so I like (Y/n), Ruggie, what of it? That doesn't mean that I’ll go down on my hands and knees for ‘em, geez!”

The room went silent at the man’s outburst. A few had stared. You felt their creeping gazes irritate the spine of your back as you stood there, appalled and distraught, looking up to the unfazed lion standing a couple feet in front of you. Whispers were heard vexing the dissonant room as students murmured about the lion prince’s sudden declaration. All of their piercing looks were pointed towards you as you were faced with seas of judgmental glares. You were exasperated at what you had just overheard. You assumed he had hated and thought of you as a nuisance with the way he had always scoffed at you during your visits to the school’s botanical garden. But it was no matter. You claimed to hate him as well, anyway. There was no way that what he had said was true. It had to be a cruel joke.

You did not trust him.  

“Why would you say that?!” you shouted as you returned from your recollection of the events that occurred just a few minutes ago, arguing with the loud pittering of the rain as you raised your voice even more. “Right there, in front of everyone! That was quite uncalled for, and you know it!”

Leona bitterly turned to you, retorting your exclaims with a sarcastic vein. “Oh, well, I’m sorry for being honest for once in my life! I’ll never say it again if it bothers you that much!” The young man said as his face twisted into an expression of aggravation.

“‘Honest?’’ you doubted his foggy sincerity. “In what world have you ever been honest, Leona? For all I know, what you said earlier could have been some sick lie you created to make me act a fool of myself!” The thunder above then crashed and roared, while strong winds caused even the trees to sway in an uncontrollable rhythm. Your flowing locks of hair were now absolutely doused by water as rain continued to pour down the ground like Mother Nature herself had controlled the weather based on your raging emotions. You and Leona did not seem to care for the shaping storm, however, as you were much too focused on each other to mind what had gone on around you.

“So what if I’m in love with you?!” Leona shortly gave out, “Is that so wrong? Do we have a problem here, Prefect?!”

“Yes, we have a problem because I love you too, you asshole!” Freezing in your place on the empty field, you paused at your own impulsive words. No, wait! (Y/n), what are you saying?! You weren’t supposed to confess too, damn it! You mentally scolded yourself. “I…I mean—What I meant to say was—”

“Then run away with me,” the lion prince interrupted. “I swear this is the craziest thing I’ve ever said. Just escape with me for today and I’ll prove how honest I am.” Leona earnestly looked into your hesitant eyes and for the first time ever, seemed as if he was entirely true to his word. It moved your heart in ways you did not think were possible.

Had this really been the Leona you knew…?

“Sevens, I can’t believe I’m saying this—” he said as he uncharacteristically dragged a hand across his face—covering a small rosy hue tinting his cheeks. “Come with me before I change my mind, herbivore. I’m not saying it twice.” 

“Please just… give me a chance, okay?”

a/n: anon i'd also just like to add that i am blaming you for my new fixation bc i had never watched or read Pride and Prejudice before, but for this specific request i watched the 2005 movie and it was the most amazing thing i have ever stumbled upon like i think the story bewitched me body and soul- i am forever in your debt anon cuz once i have the time to actually read jane austen's books i can guarantee that i will make it my whole personality omg i am in love idk why i haven't read her work sooner THANK U SM ANON

[yurki-posts]

Do you have any oc?? :0

(Not talking 'bout ur persona, im asking like-- an oc or sssstory w ocsss?? lmao---) 👉👈💐

YEESSSSSS I DO!!!!! I have many, many ocs buuuut I lost the pictures of most of them and they don't have a real story yet- so imma just share some of them who I have pictures for and also a little of lore! (please god im begging for the guys in the discord server not to find this or im fucking dead)

Ocs under the cut! (It's quite long and messy so be prepared for lore dump in the second half because it's my personal favorite)

First we have my main oc and the first one I created all by myself! (which means without external help like a character maker or dress up game); Vinn!

(credits of the art to my irl bestie I luv ya!!!)

As you can see, they're a colorful ball. His desing is obviously based on Polandball/Countryballs, where the countries are balls with white eyes. Originally they were going to be their own countryball but I decided to use him as a persona for many years until Yurki came in ;)

Don't let their colors and cuteness foul you, they were banished to hell after burning down uncountable villages and forests. He was obsessed with fire in such a sick way, he was often called an arsonist (rightfully so) by the passersby.

Once in Hell, they lost most of their already damaged mind. They set Hell itself on fire and flames, and before he could reach the last corner of it, he was captured and kicked out of hell, and found himself in a new planet ready to be set on fire with their flamethrower, although it would bring many surprises he couldn't have ever imagined.

That's pretty much a summary of their lore. He loves fire (what a surprise!) and they are best friends with the element of fire of that universe. They don't have many abilities that aren't just advantages of being a ball, but he can breathe fire if that's something. Their story actually continues but it's all written in spanish so I doubt it's even worth to link it here lol.

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And now...We have many here that I actually do want to work on but idk how to write lol

They're made in Gacha Life 2 if anyone wonders why they don't look drawn.

So in the pictures we have a couple of them, but I actually don't have names for anyone but the green one because I SUCK AT NAMES.

So... anyways the green one is Stunail. The Moth girl is his cousin who has social anxiety and the Butterfly is his older sister. The two dragons are caretakers of a botanical garden and they're friends with Stunail and his cousin.

In that universe, humans are mixed with bugs and other kind of species. There's no racism, but golly there is a lot of specism (discrimination against other species. Not to be confused with Speciesism. Yes I just made that first word out). There's special hatred towards "dirty" and "useless" species, such as Snails, Flies/Mosquitoes, Cockroaches, Rats, and a few more.

Some of them are banned in public spaces in the most specist regions (which are fortunately very few) and have a hard time getting employed, and if they do get employed they usually get paid less than a "normal" species. Some are seen as dangerous and scary, and others as a waste of air and useless to society.

Ofc it's not super obvious at first sight, but it's the subtle things that makes the specism stand out. Looking weird at them, sitting somewhere else if they sit next to you, put your children to play with a different kid in the playground, ignore if they're talking, avoid them if they're seen.

I'm unsure of what this story would follow, but I think it would be about Stunail proving the world that their and other hated species can be as capable and "normal" as any other species, and that they shouldn't be discriminated for their mere existence, and have the same rights as the rest of the species. Alongside Moth Girl's character development where she manages to, slowly, heal from her trauma and social anxiety.

Ohhh and here are some ✨side charaters✨ I also made

The only one with a name (again😞) is the mermaid, Merman! (although I might change his name because it's a little plain). The sheeps are twin brothers, the squid girl is an important administrator of the Eastern Ocean Empire, and Merman is the Monarch of the sea species in the Western side of this last mentioned Empire.

I plan for all of them to connect in one way or another to Stunail and his friends, but I still need to figure that part out "- -

Damn that was a lot of yapping. Hope whoever read all this liked it ^^ I appretiate any opinions about this last one specifically because it's something I actually wanna end up doing somehow.

(Please suggest names im begging on the floor rn)