#now it's in their flowerbed

[phantomposter1412]

Kaito: Oh just so you know, it's very muggy outside Saguru: Saguru: Kaito, I swear, if I step outside and all of our mugs are on the front lawn... Kaito: Sips coffee from bowl

[morganbritton132]

Eddie’s live-streaming, just chattering away about nothing in particular when Steve comes into the room. Hes holding his phone away from his face, frowning at it before rolling his eyes.

The phone is not on speaker but you can clearly hear the lecture that’s Steve’s ignoring when he turns to Eddie and gives him that smile that gets him everything he wants, “Hi, baby.”

Just because Eddie is aware that he’s being played, doesn’t mean he doesn’t love the game, “Stevie, do you want something?”

“Nothing big,” Steve nods. “Just the number of that lawyer you have on retainer.”

The audience at home can visually se Eddie’s brain come to a screeching halt, “I don’t have a lawyer. My recons label has a lawyer.”

“Yeah, that’s fine.”

Eddie leans in and whispers, “…What did you do?”

“Nothing, yet,” Steve replies, dropping the act all together. “My lawyer says she won’t defend me if I get arrested. Traitor.”

Oh, yeah. That is definitely Erica’s voice lecturing him on the phone. Cool. Eddie nods to himself, “Arrested for what?”

“I’m going to throw a rock through our neighbor’s window.”

There’s a beat where Eddie realizes he’s serious and is like, “Is that a reasonable response to a guy accidentally backing his truck into our flower bed.”

“No, we’re pass that,” Steve says over his shoulder, leaving both Eddie and his phone behind. “I’m going to burn down his house though.”

Eddie shakes his head, looks back at his live-stream but then hears a sound and is like, “Was that front door? Did he leave? Shit.”

And then Eddie’s gone.

[quietlyblooms]

GRABS YOU!!! listening to music has once again inspired me, and now i so badly!! want to write a reincarnation plot!! in which one muse tried their damnedest to save the other, maybe even came so close only for the other to slip through their fingers. their story ended in utter tragedy, and such pain lingers into their next lives. there's an unexplained melancholy whenever they look upon the other's favorite flower, maybe the sunset; there's an unexplained restlessness, too, like there's something they should be doing.

but then our muses cross paths again, different people with different names and different lives but somehow still so familiar. something clicks into place. they still don't know what exactly is happening, but they're meant to be here -- together. and over time, i want flickers of memories to plague them, heart-wrenching dreams to haunt them. i want them to question if they're insane until there's something like a phrase, a reaction, etc. that reveals they're not alone in their experience.

i want the relief. i found you again. you're okay. we're okay. i want the happily ever after that comes unexpectedly and the conflict that perhaps rears its head again, too. but this time they'll both survive. they will : ) absolutely : ) no repeating tragedies : )

[treecakes]

i AM going mildly insane thinking abt the livestream this friday. btw.

[cabbagecrunt]

how it feels when you were about to do a chore but then someone else does it first

[lacunazai]

I love you sm Zai your writing is always so yummy and good you give me brainworms and you're so fun to talk to ily mwah - Leo

leo I'm actually kissing you on the mouth rn ilysm ur so sweet to me . :(

[colgatebluemintygel]

this is an appreciation ask for you bc no one else enjoys my sufjan stevens posts😭😭😭 thank u for understanding his impact!!!!!!!

never stop making posts about sufjan !! i will ALWAYS enjoy them <3333 literally on the bus listening to him rn thinking about that post.... whimsy levels off the charts 💋💋💋

[milflewis]

one day i am going to have a garden or apartment full of flowers. today is not that day. today i am taking the leftovers from the florist. but one day

[butchyena]

came home and couldnt figure out what felt so strange and off and different. for almost seven years jasper’s sunlamps would be on when i came home. for almost seven years the lights were on to greet me and today i came home to pitch blackness.

[orlaite]

I started playing Valheim again yesterday on a new seed and character bcus I miss gaming sm and while it's super fun and I'm excited to see how many biomes and bosses I can conquer solo nothing will ever compare to the server where me and some friends had a village together with our own houses and community resources💔 And we had a windmill and moats and defensives and I paved the entire village and made a road to our portal hub💔it was Lag City but it looked fierce

[mozart-the-meerkitten]

OH YEAH GOOD NEWS GUYS IT FINALLY RAINED

[butleroftoast]

Monthly AI rant:

The reason I don't reblog many posts is because every time I find a post I like, via tags or the For You section, I have to do deep dive research to make sure it is neither AI-generated nor being reposted without the artist's permission. Erring on the side of caution means I have to skip over 99% of posts these days.

[quietlyblooms]

OKAY BUT BEFORE I GO!! what if chiyo agrees to a lil date with your muse bc she's trying to be more open and not such a scaredy cat. they're not friends prior to this ( at least, not close friends ), but things go really well anyway -- really, really well. there's more dates, and eventually she gets together with your muse, and things are just hunky dory until chiyo!! gets scared!! gets in her head!! maybe there's a trigger like your muse saying i love you first, doing some big gesture, or catching chiyo during one of her moments when she's really down. she's convinced she's not what they think she is, that they're not prepared for all the difficult stuff bc yeah, she's probably hidden it from them. she's probably held back a lot out of fear bc things were really, truly going so well.

so chiyo retreats into herself. she does what she does best and hides, disappears. however your muse reacts, it still ends the same: in a breakup. how things progress from there is up to you :)

[barkingatthemooninsteadofwriting]

i NEED to write for my main fic, but the inspiration fairy said *no*, work on this other unrelated project instead

[cemeterym]

my grandma's house is becoming unlivable and i'm helping sort through 35 years' of crap shoved into unoccupied rooms by like 4 or 5 generations. highlights so far include a stack of three broken microwaves, a faded lottery ticket that's been nailed to the wall for longer than i've been alive and a communist flag

[theveryworstthing]

SpaceDancer's request for parasitic roses and Camille Alexander's request for unicorn fops created Angelique.

i now present my newest Charming Little Freak ✨

Angelique is one of those beings that isn't cleanly classified as a fae or a demon. he/it/whatever (roses are perfect plants and so it mostly goes by the pronouns common for the additional sex of his host body in human society because they couldn't care less) is a Rampant. a type of sapient parasitic rose that, over time, transforms the body of their host from a simple quadruped beast to bipedal humanoid (kinda) monster. every Rampant seems to mold themselves into unique forms, and designs often carry over if they somehow manage to get "uprooted" without dying and have to start over with a new flesh body. if Rampants stay rooted then they're borderline immortal even though their hosts are...dead? it's unclear. the Rampant certainly carries memories of what it was like being an animal and their flesh and blood is altered, but alive. the body keeps the score whether they like it or not. but the beast itself, its mind, dies quickly after a Rampant takes root. either from the trauma from becoming a Flowerbed or from the Rampant purposefully putting a thorn through its brain. whether fae or demon, Rampants take. they do not possess. they do not imprison.

Angelique currently lives in a small dying village, spending his time checking in on the aging population as a kind of town housemaid/caretaker and tending to his flower shop/apothecary. most people would say that having a creature like him around isn't a great idea, but this eldritch horror has basically been adopted by every lonely old person in town so good luck getting rid of him.

Fun Facts:

he loves nice soft clothes, meat (blood sausage is his favorite), and (in spite of his goth everything all the time) sunlight.

buzzing sounds make him flustered while prolonged exposure to cut grass smells and cold weather make him anxious.

he's an scary good climber and will forgo a door if he knows someone is on a higher floor of a building and he sees an open window.

always well hydrated. carries around a flask of water at all times and likes to sit outside naked when it rains.

he has many little leafy assistants which are also just him. he's like an octopus. the people in the community assign them all little names and give them unique decorations and he thinks it's really cute.

what is he getting out of staying in this village? none of your business.

he's currently in a weird situationship with 2 local gravekeepers from rival graveyards/religions and the recently widowed agnostic town doctor. everyone in this polycule hates everyone else but him. he's also friends with benefits with my character Brooke, who finds all of this hilarious and is eager to hear about the latest disaster every time he passes through town.