#petals of war

[ominouspuff]

Remembrances

Companion-piece to this Cody piece

[faehrnem]

Venitia all dressed up for her date 💖

[danger-warfare]

Well then, @jaxxsoxxn

Here you go 🫶 more mr plant

—Taking requests btw

[shushposting]

[ninjigma]

October 2023 - Gree! (Part 3) Track: 'Hole in My Heart' - Angus Powell (Spotify / YouTube)

From my Setting Suns AU, I give you a fallen Gree, because this is my Sith Obi-Wan AU and is basically canon adjacent right until the horribly sad end with order 66. We branch pretty quickly from there and you know I am all about happy endings but... my boy doesn't make it. But his boys? They keep going, for him, and everyone else they have lost.

Enjoy.

View pieces early on my Patreon!

[a-gay-little-cat]

thinking about adding a little aurene influence to his design like.. permanently but im not quite sure yet + a reaper shroud doodle

[petals2fish]

[eraelias]

I made a ACOC OC because the ravening war has me in a deep brain rot and then I thought too hard about her.  Shes a level 6 Sorcerer/Warlock and i LOVE HER

More details about her under the break 

Her name is Lady Areli Helianthus, a fructeran Sunflower seed from the noble house of Helianthus. The most unique traits of the Helianthus family is that certain family members can ‘bloom’ and begin growing sunflowers (its edible I checked!) which awakens special powers within them.

And because I cant resist a good pun my Sunflower lady is a prophet of the Bulb, and grew up within the bulbian church. Although i have drawn her without it, she actually always has her veil on as shes not allowed to show her face as “her face may only gaze towards the bulb”. One of the deep philosophies that she grew up with was that her face was something private and to be covered and to be treasured only by the bulb above, but her hands were always to remain free and bare as they are for the community and her church.  

I imagine that at some point shell be swept away from the church and into a rag tag party who help her realised shes been highkey brainwashed and that she can live however she wants to even if her powers do always come from the bulb.

[heros-of-kalos]

[Bzzt video recording]

[Fulgora is sitting in pokemon village with Corentin, Fulgora seems to be holding an acoustic guitar in her hands]

"You know its been a while since I've sung mon amour"

"Cela ne me dérange pas, j'aime juste entendre votre voix."

{I do not mind I just like hearing your voice}

"Alright if you say so"

[Fulgora starts strumming on the guitar, and begins to sing]

"I've earned myself a reputation That my bark is much worse than my bite But I keep snapping at Goliath's hands With all of my tiny might There are no stones at my disposal There's no God to award me a crown But I am always swinging at Somebody I can't knock down"

"All of the fire I've swallowed All of the sparks that went dark in my gut I am always burning up"

"Dress me in red and throw your roses And I'll rankle the beasts with words It's a graceless dance of epithets We learn to make someone hurt They will consume your sweet resistance And they'll carry your heart in their teeth But I am always feeding them The ugliest parts of me"

"All of the words I've swallowed All of the sharp things I've kept in my mouth I am always bleeding out"

"Take me to war Honey, I dare you I'll be the sweetest thing To ever scare you Give me a fight I can't resist Give me something to break with my fists Take me to war Oh, honey, I dare you"

"I watched a weed usurp the garden And it poisoned the rest of the crops It would take days of fighting stubborn roots To tear the whole damn thing out So I will leave it where it's standing And instead I will find me a match I'll turn it all to kindling I'll burn it all down to ash"

"All of the ire I've swallowed All of the coals that still sit in my gut I am always burning up"

"Take me to war Honey, I dare you I'll be the sweetest thing To ever scare you Give me a fight I can't resist Give me something to break with my fists"

[ominouspuff]

Downtime with the disaster lineage

[water-writings]

“...I don’t suppose you have a spare?” For Casali? 😘😘😘

I forgot I had this in my inbox for a year now. I had tried writing something for this then got distracted. However, I did have a shared bed moment for Din and Casali so here's that little snippet instead. Thanks again, Jo!

“Aren’t you going to take your helmet off?” Casali asked, her face scrunching up as she looked over her shoulder at Mando. “I can’t imagine that being comfortable to wear when sleeping.”  “No.”  It was short. One of the Mandalorian’s typical short responses. He just stood there, staring back at her.  The turquoise haired woman sat on the bunk and giggled. “I won’t look.” Still no response.  The silence filled the room, creating a heavy atmosphere. They had started getting comfortable living and working with each other. The Child definitely liked the new member to the team. Casali felt that after today’s incident with Rocu’s men her and Mando were getting closer. The situation almost ended badly, but after a quick fight and getting the Razor Crest off the planet as fast as possible, the group of three were able to relax again. If only for a day or two.  But Mando was hesitant. He hadn’t taken his helmet off since before the Child, before Casali. Before all of this. Back when he was working alone with no one to worry about seeing him. But now he had not only the Child in his life, but the woman as well. One more being than he had planned. He didn’t think he’d feel as protective over someone else as he was with the Child. However, seeing Casali being held in the arms of Ruco’s men with a blaster pressed against her temple made Mando feel fear. He feared he would lose her. He wasn’t sure if Ruco would want her alive to be brought back to him or dead as revenge for what happened. He’d never admit it out loud, but it scared him. It scared him like when he almost lost the Child on Nevarro when Moff Gideon attacked. “I promise.”  The Sol’uan woman’s voice broke the silence that surrounded them. The weight pushing down on the bounty hunter still. She stared at Mando, staring into the dark visor, with a reassuring smile on her face. Mando stared back at her. The woman just continued to smile from her spot on the edge of the bunk. He felt his heart jump as their eyes met. Casali, as always, was putting his needs before her own.  He sighed, nodding once. “Move over.” 

A wide smile appeared on the woman’s face. Practically bouncing, Casali scooted over as the bounty hunter climbed into the bunk after her. She laid on her side and immediately turned her back to him.  “I won’t look,” she repeated, smiling to herself as she felt the bunk shift as Mando laid next to her.  The feeling of the cold beskar armor sent a shiver up her body as Mando’s body pressed up against hers in the small space. It was a nice cold. Comforting almost. Familiar. Casali liked it.  There was a long pause as Casali waited for Mando to make a move, then the sound of hissing was in her ear making her heart skip a beat. Warm breath fanned over her neck, mixing with the cold from the armor. It was a weird sensation, but a welcoming one. Casali wiggled a little, getting comfortable against Mando, who’s breath she heard hitch. She closed her eyes after finding a comfortable position. It had been a long while since she had shared a bed with someone and Mando’s presence was probably the most comforting and safest she had ever felt. Mando, however, wasn’t used to sharing a bed. This was new territory, but he couldn’t say he didn’t like it. Having Casali next to him was comforting. Comforting to know she was there and alive. Comforting to hear her soft breathing and feel her warmth.  His arms slowly wrapped around her and Mando pulled her close, resting his head against the crown of hers. It was quiet for a moment. Only the sounds of the beeping of controls, the child’s soft snores from his pod, and their breathing could be heard. It was peaceful.  Mando looked down at her, feeling his heart flip a little. He looked down at her arm, staring at the markings on her skin that slightly illuminated in the dim light. Colors of blue, white, and turquoise swirled on her skin, creating a slight glow that made the woman ethereal. Since Casali started living on the Crest, Mando noticed the different colors that her markings created. Mostly blues like this, but there were moments of whites and silvers with a tiny bit of pink mixed in from time to time.  Lightly the bounty hunter traced his gloved fingers along the twisting and swirling markings. He watched as goosebumps rose on her skin, but Casali said nothing. She laid still, her breathing even. He continued up, following the path to her neck, fingers gliding over the scaled pattern. He stopped as his fingers brushed the ends of her hair.  He gently ran his fingers through the turquoise locks, watching them fall. Her hair wasn’t long anymore. Not after the stunt she pulled to get away from Ruco’s lacky. Mando could still picture the scene. The way Casali attempted to escape. The gang member grabbing her by the hair. The pain on Casali’s face. The vibroblade. The cut. It all happened fast, but Mando was relieved at Casali’s quick thinking. Even if it meant taking away some part of her.  “I’m sorry.” There was a pause as Casali heard Mando’s voice for the first time without the modulator. For a second she repeated his words in her head, enjoying the way his voice sounded. A soft questioning hum came from the woman a moment after.  “Your hair.” Mando took a breath, trying to find the words. “If I had gotten to you sooner, he wouldn’t have grabbed you and you wouldn’t have had to cut it.” Casali giggled, smiling at the hunter’s concern over her hair. “It’s no big deal, silly. It’ll grow back.”  It was silent again. Casali had closed her eyes once more, letting sleep slowly take over. A second later she felt movement from the Mandalorian.  Mando had pulled a blanket, draping it over them and over Casali’s shoulders. The man couldn’t help but smile lightly when he saw her burrow a little into the material.  “You’re not cold are you?” A soft hum and a slight shake of her head was his answer. “You’re warm,” she whispered to him. “Oh.” It was a dumb response, Mando knew that, but he wasn’t expecting Casali to say something like that and he couldn’t think of anything better to say

[peitalo]

dream drop is so hard <-(won’t let riku use any keyblade other than way to the dawn, playing on a 3ds)

[resident-cake-anon]

your golden petals playlist is so creative hello??? i love how youve sectioned it off, and the mix of different songs for each chapter of sorts is so good!!! i know nothing about any of this but i came across your post in the selfship tag and just started listening to it a minute ago lmao

WAHHHH IM KICKING MY FEET A LITTLE BIT <3

this makes me so happy!! i was p happy with the little sections i made but this made me feel even more proud of it hehe

tysm for your words it means a lot that you appreciate it and are even listening to it without being familiar w my golden petals aaaa ;o;

hope you enjoy your little listen!! i just resumed listening to it after reading this so it’s like im listening w you ^^

[alexversenaberrie]

Amidala and Jamillia ~ Two Queens ~ One Love

[ninjigma]

Guess who grew up?

There is such a long story behind this one honestly (Sith Obi-Wan AU is that you?) but the long and short is Chrysalis and Petal are out running for their lives soon after Order 66, and you know Dumpy is loyal and helpful to the end in caring for his bipedal family.

Because Dumpy is an absolute unit, an all terrain vehicle, and very much a part of the family now.

Petal would be lying if he said he hadn't grown attached to the slimy creature, despite how angry he gets when Dumpy sits on him to win arguments and gets mud and other disgusting things all over his armor.

It makes Chryssy laugh, which is very much worth it to both Petal and Dumpy (most of the time).

[witchcraftandburialdirt]

You're going to hurt her ! A protest in the background that causes her to narrow her eyes; their practice was not meant to draw attention, but it seems everything she does nowadays is followed closely by those around her. She recognizes the voice as belonging to one of the resistance leaders, one of the first to waiver the position to her instead. At this moment, Irelia reminds herself of that. They want her to lead; she doesn't have to follow what they think is right.

"Again," Her voice does not waiver, even as her body aches after the hit. It will take getting used to, but that's part of the point. No noxian would go easy on her; there is no time for gentleness amidst war. "Don't listen to them. I can do it — I can keep going."

She had to. The young dancer never expected there would be an after the stand at the Placidium, certain one of the soldiers would claim her life before either side could claim victory. Now that she's here, now that the hopes of so many are hers to carry... she has to do better. The next victory has to be more than luck. Pushing herself to keep trying is the least she can do for all those who look up to her now. "Don't go easy on me."

── 𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 ── LEAGUE VERSE

He can feel it - the sluggish pull of her muscles as she struggles to cope with the last blow to her body, her heart is pounding, the blood is rushing to each lesion in a desperate attempt to form a clot. Haruko's ears point down to her as he approaches with a slow and steady gait - his feathers relax from their fluffed appearance and settle back down. The Vastayan's gaze locks onto hers while his body moves the opposite of his spear - and soon enough she is on the ground below him. The tip tilts her chin up gently, the weapon connecting them into a silent conversation explaining that this lesson was over.

Haruko leans down to gather her into his arms, his hair like warm seafoam as it brushed against her damp skin. A brief embrace. He's quick to help her up - his grip strong enough to steady her beaten form, and for a moment he is calm; until he hears the same voice shuffling closer to berate him for being too harsh on her. Haruko's pale stare flicks back towards the source of the sound and not a moment is wasted - the blunt of his spear connects with their cheek to crack teeth into the puddling blood of the elder. Sunlight dapples across his bronzed skin and he steps lightly upon the man's throat to hold him down into the filth and muck. A fitting place for this type of person. His talons threaten to close around the man's neck - to puncture into his throat and rip out the precious mortal life that humans held so tightly. The impulse beats through his blood and tightens around his skull - a desire he's loathed to reject.

"Do not speak to me of mercy when you have deemed her your sacrificial lamb - What I am teaching her is not even close to the brutality the Noxian army has brought to our lands. You sit here safe beyond the reaches of death, rape, and torture behind a wall built by the corpses of your own people - of the children you've sent off. You're foolish and ignorant - and cowardly enough to depend on a child when she should be the one depending on the village to protect her. What a worthless life you lead, a leech incapable of defending itself or feeding itself without latching onto a more accomplished creature, Noxus would make quick work of you."

His eyes widened and his hand began to twitch with an insatiable urge to sink his blade deep into the man's chest - to show him what thousands of others had experienced in an effort to keep his miserable life safe. Haruko listened to the rapidly beating heart below him, now convinced evermore that humans were just lowly prey to be snared and butchered. The Lhotlan's neck tilted left as he observed the creature writhing in the dirt, pale canines visible with the mocking grin and wrinkled lip he gifted this pathetic excuse for a life:

"Without her you're nothing but fodder and meat for their hungry blades - and it scares you. It felt good, didn't it? Hiding under the cloak of your own righteousness. Stop acting as if you did not cause the bruises on her skin just as much as I did, or perhaps you're ever more to blame, after all, without your incessant screeching she would not be here. She would be safe in the countryside with me, but you couldn't risk that, could you? If you want her to not be hurt well - " Haruko stepped off of the man to drop his spear over his chest, "Fight your own battles, you fucking cunt."

Haruko turned his attention back to Irelia, his face softening and voice warm, "Come - I'll prepare a salt bath for your wounds. We're done for the next few days - they can train each other. You need to rest and I don't want to hear any whining or complaining about it. You're thick headed and stubborn, but within it all you are mortal - either you rest your body, or your body will give up on you. Now come, I want to wash myself of that lowly creature's blood - I feel infected just having touched it."