#thanks for flower help zer

[applestruda]

Birds of paradise

[mechanical-sunchild]

I saw a comfort post that said we could still send in asks at the end so I'm sorry if I'm wrong! I'm working on my memories but I was a wolf-like being with large wings and my back paws were the hooves of a horse! I had amber eyes. My job was to protect and care for the forest and the pack I lived with that we just called Home. We also had a flower field leading to a large beach! We were all called Forest Guardians. Ze/Zer pronouns if needed, my name was Zevelion! I'll understand if it's too confusing to write!

'Danger. Danger has called you. The smell of a fire. The sound of cries of the creatures of the forest. Home. You are first on the scene, running as fast as you can, paws and hooves pounding the undergrowth. You gain enough speed to flap your mighty wings and take off, heading towards the flames, amber eyes almost as blazing as the fire itself. "Ze's here!" "Zevelion, help us!" They call in a language all your own. You don't need telling twice, and you don't much care what started the fire. Your wings create a powerful, almost magical gust of wind which strangles the fire of air rather than feeding it. You pound out the last of it with your hooves. It wasn't actually that bad, but any damage to Home is damage that can't be allowed. The other creatures rub against you for comfort and in thanks. You feel proud.'

Hope this is okay! And yep, you read right ^^ Although I only open for comfort on the weekends, I don't mind if anyone sends during the week so long as they can be patient!

[its-elvis-innit]

You use zhe/zer pronouns? That’s so hecking cool :o

I need to make notes of everyone I’m planning to put in the ‘flower family’ group- is that okay? I’m putting everyone I have given flower nicknames- it’s litterally just a mental note that helps me keep track of my favorite mutuals >->’

Yeah I do, Thank you!

And nick names are always fine by me.

[andstuffsketches]

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[Image description: mostly black and white comic, with background details drawn in teal.

Page 16: Sage, a teenager with short black hair wearing a sweatshirt and jeans, says “If the powers chose me… … I would fight”.  In the foreground, a sage flower blooms. the rest of the page and page 17 is a montage of Sage and Yunseo, another teenager with hair that’s shaved on the right side and chin-length on the left, gardening, playing a videogame, knitting, and using a computer together.  The last panel is a wide shot of the flowering garden, with Yunseo and Sage in it.

Page 18: Sage, looking at and holding a sunflower that towers over zer, says “Yunseo, thanks for all your help with the garden.”  Yunseo, wearing a layered tank top and shorts, smiles and says “It’s not— you’re welcome.  Kind of funny that no one but us ever comes here, though.” Sage says “I guess it’s our place.” In the background, Yunseo looks startled, then gathers themselves, looking apprehensive.

Page 19: Yunseo, blushing, says “Sage, do you want to go out? Like dates?” There is a background of flowers.  There are three panels of Sage growing in excitement and flapping zir hands, stars in zir eyes.  Ze approaches Yunseo, saying “I would love to!”  There is a close up on Sage holding Yunseo’s hand, and ze says “Yunseo, I—” but is interrupted by a growl.

Page 20: splash page of a large monster with two spikes coming out of its back forming, with one claw crushing the chainlink fence behind the garden.  It roars.  Sage and Yunseo look at it, shocked.

Page 21: Yunseo, scared, says “We’ve gotta call a Warrior—” They dive for their phone, saying “Phone…!”, Sage and the monster in the background.  The monster’s spike stabs into the ground, crushing a flower.  There is a flashback to Yunseo planting the flower, then the spike withdrawing.  Sage looks back at Yunseo, scared, then grits zir teeth.

Page 22: Sage yells “Get away from our garden!!” and transforms into a magical Warrior outfit, with vine-patterned leggings, a skirt, and zir sweatshirt getting a sash and bow, a flower on the chest, and other flower details.  Vines sprout up from the ground around zer.  A fist made of vines punches the monster, and Sage looks utterly bemused, still holding up a fist.

Page 23: Yunseo says “Sage… you’re a Warrior!?” Sage turns and says “this is new to me too!” with sparkles around zer and inset panels showing outfit details: boots with petals and small plants on them, the flower chest decoration, and Sage’s chew necklace, which has turned into a leaf shape.  Sage, facing Yunseo, doesn’t see a spike headed toward zer.  There is a close up on Yunseo’s eye as they yell “SAGE!”, technical effects around them. End id.]

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[elsewhereuniversity]

The Girl of Fog, Feathers, And Swords (Part 1)

Greenwitch was in for trouble from the very first moment she arrived. A Pagan writer, with a propensity for puns, and chronic pain. She knew enough stories that told her not to trouble the Gentry, and so she warded herself and her room. But her knowledge wouldn’t stop her urge to interact with Them, at least a little.

    She was collecting rosemary from one of the many shrubs around campus (obligatory offerings resting at the foot of the bush). She murmured praises and thanks as she snipped small bunches off. A little sprite flitted its way from one of the rosemary branches onto her jacket.

“You really want to get taken, don’t you?” snapped Bubbles, one of her first friends from here.

“What? No! I was just getting some rosemary.”

“Yeah, you were just getting noticed!” he motioned to the Crows with his eyes. Several were looking at the strange tablou. The sprites allowing collection of their rosemary? That was odd. She lifted the sprite off her jacket and placed it back in with its fellows. He tugged her up, she waved and smiled to the sprites as she was dragged away.

    Bubbles, an Anthropology major, was a part of the Medieval Arts Club, which meant swordfighting. He insisted that Greenwitch start coming and learn how to defend herself with a sword, the rumored method of fighting for one of the tournaments Elsewhere. (And, even if it wasn’t, she should know how to strategize.) She took to it right away. Yes, the loaner-gear smelled like overly-peppered beef stew, but it was fun. There was finally a sport that she liked and was pretty good at. Plus, there was enough padding required that when she was in pain, she could just wrap herself extra well and it would turn into a brace.

This, of course, didn’t stop her collecting herbs and stones from around campus.

Greenwitch kept a loaf of bread, and some fixings, in her room, for those times where she forgot to eat or just couldn’t get out to the dining hall. One night, after finishing this monster of an essay, due at 10am the following day, she made a sandwich and went out to eat it in the cold night air. She grabbed her jacket and forged out into the night. She settled on one of the poorly-lit benches near the door to her residence hall. She breathed and watched the warm air float away and disappear. Much like humanity. Warm when concentrated, but when stretched out too much, it will disappear. Ooh! I gotta write that down! She punched it into the memo pad on her phone. When she looked up again, she saw a craggy old bird in the dark, hopping nearer to her.

“Oh! Hello.” she murmured, its eyes were locked on her food “Would you like some?”

It didn’t respond, of course.

But she placed half the sandwich on the ground near the edge of the light anyhow.

Its sharp beak speared the meat and grains off the bread, the very tip just darting into the light.

She whispered “So beautiful…” and “Look at that…” as she watched it with rapt interest. The birds hadn’t paid her much attention back home, so even as dangerous as feeding wild animals was, she loved being so close to a real live bird.

It finished, and hopped further into the light, noticing the other half of the sandwich. It flapped and spurred itself onto the bench beside her, she squeaked quietly, but pushed the sandwich towards it. She finally realized that it was one of the Crows. She turned her face respectfully away, but couldn’t help sneaking peeks out of the corner of her eye.

“Poor thing, with that scar…” she breathed, “Not that it makes you less pretty…”

It finished its meal and hopped down. It squawked once before bouncing back into the shadows. She noticed the bird had left a feather behind on the bench, like it had dropped a piece of the night

“Wait! You forgot a feather!” she called after it.

Another squawk.

“… Can I keep it?”

No answer.

“Thank you!” she picked up the feather “I think.”

Greenwitch slipped her new gift into the back pages of her favorite book, the place that made her happiest for her new gift, it made sense.

She left fruits and bread from the dining hall outside her room every night.

The first big rainstorm of the season came with thick fog and thundering rain, it hunched over the campus like an angry mother hen over her nest. And Greenwitch went to dance in the growing puddles, while she still could. She put her water-proof bag on a bench and took off her sweater to stuff it inside, to just feel the drops splash against her mottled arms. She was shivering, but grinning, when she turned to her bag. The smile slipped from her face as she saw the very pretty figure sitting by her things. They had golden eyes, and a dangerous smile.

“Lovely weather, isn’t it?” they drawled, dripping honey.

“It is.” Greenwitch responded, clipped. She could feel them tugging at her mind.

“Oo. So sharp… C’mon, lovely… I just want to talk.” they brushed their finger through her wet hair.

She jerked away, gripping her bag to her chest.

“P-please don’t touch me.” she said.

They smiled again “What will you give me for not doing so?”

Her eyes widened. She rummaged in her bag and pulled out a paper rose

“A flower which shall never wilt,” she said, “And another to leave me alone?”

The figure took the flowers, and put their hands up, mimicking the human surrender gesture.

“Don’t want to play yet? That’s alright, love…” They smiled again “I have other toys.”  

It wandered down the path, Greenwitch very carefully did not watch where they disappeared.

She ran back indoors.

    Bubbles didn’t show up for swordfighting the next night. Which was… Worrying. But not unheard of.

“Maybe he just had a test,” said Cobalt

“Maybe he had a pileup of homework,” said Grommet

“Maybe he got hurt running around campus,” said Ducky

“Maybe he got lost in the Library,” said Mamabear

“Maybe he had a date,” said Tesseract

“Maybe he’s just going home for the weekend,” said Cinderella

“Maybe he just forgot,” said Pepsi

Maybe it had nothing to do with the creature that she’d met.

But in her gut, she knew. The Gentry do not threaten lightly.

    Greenwitch spent the next day gathering all the hazel branches she could find. She took off her extra iron. She gathered her favorite rocks from her paltry collection She asked her roommate to water her plants. She wrote out her desire, so she could fix all the vague language. She packed her bag with her medicine and her wraps and her folding cane, she shoved in her hazel, and at the last minute, her favorite book. Finally, she stopped the RA in the lobby.

“Can you tell me where I can find a Doorway?” she asked, but the RA shook zer head

“I don’t think that’s necessary,” ze pointed out the glass door behind her. The pretty creature with golden eyes waited outside.

“Who was it?” ze asked

“Bubbles. He’s only been missing for a day, our time.”

“Good luck, kid.”

She nodded and went out into the lingering mist, it curled in behind her like a greedy child’s hands.

“Ready to play, lovey?” they purred.

She said nothing, but nodded.

Their cheshire grin grew more carnivorous, and they swept their arm out in a grand gesture.

“Then follow me, my dear.”

The mist beside them moved, swirling into a circle, then an archway.

She took a steadying breath, and walked through.

x

[crownvetch92]

Light Eternal Chapter 2

Caeweth awoke to something large sniffing, huffing, and nudging her.  Cold breath caressed her cheek.  She opened her eyes to discover a large blue dragon’s snout carefully inspecting her for any injuries, sickness, or deceitful magic.  The dragon poked and prodded so much, Caeweth couldn’t help but scream loudly, startling everybody within the cavern.

“Vat is it?  Vat happened?” Estelle squawked, fluttering down from the cave ceiling in a panic, “Vat did you do?!”

The jumping spider crawled onto the nest edge, chittering angrily.

“Calm your egg tooth bat,” Arvak replied cooly, “I wasn’t going to hurt her.”

“Vell!” Estelle huffed with angry indignation as she scooped the frightened child into her arms, wrapping her wings around Caeweth, “Couldn’t you at least have vaited till she voke up?”

“Risking my eggs in the process?  Not a chance!”  Arvak bellowed.

While the adults argued, a cracking sound caught Caeweth’s attention.  She heard a chirping, no, more of a small grunting noise coming from across the chamber.  Caeweth tried to get Estelle’s attention by pulling her fur… No response.  She poked the membrane of Estelle’s wing.

“Vat is it love,”  Estelle asked.

“I hear a strange sound over there.”  Caeweth stated softly, pointing in the direction of the egg nest.

“The eggs!” Exclaimed Arvak, rushing over to the nest, “They are hatching so early!”

Ragnar, who had been ignoring the screaming match, dashed over to his precious nest.  The first egg cracked, revealing a red beak, followed by small horn structures.  This baby looked exactly like Ragnar, but with complete wings.  The small red dragon easily hatched out of her egg, resting as the egg shell lay in shards behind her.  Her claws were small and needle like, and she curled up like a puppy on the soft straw.  The next egg hatched, revealing electric yellow scales, and glowing white fleshy stripes intermittently dispersed across her back.  She joined her sister, eyes closed, exhausted from the effort.  The last one struggled, whimpering and scratching.  Arvak carefully punctured the hardened egg shell with her claw, allowing the baby inside to start emerging.  The little infant struggled quite a bit, but made it out.  Her scales reflected an icy blue, just like her mother.  All three dragon whelps cuddled together, slowly opening their eyes.  The red dragon had eyes of burning gold, the yellow dragon had shockingly white eyes, and the blue dragon had eyes of icy grey.

“Zey are beautiful,”  Commented Estelle, laying her wing claws on the edge of nest for balance, “Look Caeveth.”

Caeweth saw them, cuddled up like newborn pups on the straw.  The blue dragon looked at her, a small smile gathered at the corners of it’s mouth, before unsteadily wobbling over to small fae child.  Caeweth put her small hand on the dragon’s head, stroking the baby dragon’s smooth scales.  The small dragon cooed, then sneezed.  Her icy breath coating the straw in front near Caeweth.

“Vell, ve know who she takes affder,”  teased Estelle.

“She’s cute,” Caeweth said quietly as the dragon whelp licked the back of her hand.

“I sink you just made a friend.”  Estelle patted Caeweth’s head.

“Alright, enough,” Arvak hissed, “Let me tend to my brood.”

Caeweth felt hunger pangs ripple through her stomach.  She had not eaten anything since Estelle found her.

“Estelle?”

“Vat is it little von?”

“Do you have any food?”

“Let me get something.” Estelle put Caeweth down on the straw nest before rushing out of the cave.

Estelle sniffed around, fruit would be the easiest thing for her to eat without lengthy preparation.  She flew up into the canopy, squinting her yellow eyes to adjust to the bright sunlight.  It was nearly impossible to know day from night in the forest.  She scouted out some large sun fruits for Caeweth, as they were easiest to locate during the day with their crimson rinds contrasting against the verdant sea of leaves.  Sun fruits were aptly named for their affinity for growing in bright sunlight.  She grabbed one, sniffing to check it’s ripeness.  It was perfect.  She scurried down, back to the forest floor.  Estelle nearly panicked when she found Caeweth was not in the nest.  She glanced around worriedly, until she noticed a flash of white glowing petals near the dragon nest.

“What will you name them?” echoed the little girls voice.

“I haven’t thought of any names yet.”  Arvak said, nuzzling the dragon whelps, “But we do have three elements here.”

“How about Ingle for the red one?”

“Hmm,”  Arvak pondered, lifting a claw to her scaled lips in a thoughtful way, “Strong name… means fire… alright, Ingle it is.”

“You can’t just decide on names so quickly Arvak!”  Ragnar protested

“Hush Ragnar, Ingle is a good name.”

“What about Levin for the yellow one?”

“Lightning… So be it.  Levin it is.”

“Arvak…” Ragnar tried to protest again, only to be met with his mate’s steely gaze and bared teeth.

“What will we name the last one?”

“Frasil.”  Caeweth chirped.

“Freeze,” Arvak muttered, “Frasil is good.  We have Ingle, Levin, and Frasil.  Good names for my strong children.”

Ragnar snarled, only to be met with Arvak’s tail slamming into his cheek, knocking him slightly off balance.

“Fine,” Ragnar huffed defeatedly.

“I’m back!”  Estelle trilled happily, presenting the sun fruit to Caeweth, “Here little von, eat up.”

Caeweth gladly bit into the sweet fruit.  It tasted delicious, heavenly sweet yet slightly tart.  It felt so much better eating something solid than living on only flower nectar and pollen.

“Is it good?”

Caeweth nodded happily, finishing the last few bites of the fruit.

“I vill have to teach you how to hunt and forage, but for now zis vill have to do for now,”  Estelle patted little Caeweth’s head, “Vagnar, don’t you have any weapons in zat hoard of yours?”

“Estelle,” Arvak said, “Do not give the child weapons.  I do not want her or my whelps to get hurt.”

Ragnar chuckled at her statement.

“Vat am I supposed to do?  Keep her in zis cave forever?”

“At least wait till her magic reveals itself,”  Arvak reasoned, “She has only just emerged into this accursed forest.”

The jumping spider skittered up to Caeweth’s shoulder, rubbing it’s body against her cheek affectionately.

“Ava protected me against scavengers, does that count,”  Caeweth piped up, pointing to her spider familiar.

“Uh… darlink,” Estelle stammered, “A spider isn't a veapon.  Vat she did was impressive yes, but she is not a veapon.”

“That little thing killed scavengers?” Ragnar scoffed incredulously as he pointed to Ava, who was still perched on Caeweth’s shoulder.

“Saw it vith mine own eyes,” Estelle explained, “zer faces ver covered in silk vith fang marks on zem.  Eizer zey suffocated, or died from poison.  I did not have time to check before a grave dog approached.”

“Impressive yes, but a spider can only protect her so much,”  Arvak said, “Caeweth must stay in here with my whelps till her magic builds up enough to learn basic spells.  Need I remind you that she is only a few days old?”

Estelle crinkled her nose, lifting her lips and baring her knife like teeth in protest.

“Take my advice,” Arvak said, brushing off the aggressive display, “Fae do not grow as fast as haflings, so there will be plenty of time to teach her.  A little advice from one mother to another.”

Estelle lowered her lips, nodding her head in reluctant agreement.  Arvak had a point, all of her halfling children grew up as quickly, as they had taken after their mortal fathers.  Estelle knew not the fate of all of her children, but she was still thankful they had survived long enough to start families of their own.

“Besides,” Arvak continued, “She won’t be lonely or bored, my children will keep her company.  We will raise them together as sisters, how does that sound?”

Estelle nodded, “Yes, zat sound fair.”

“Another mouth to feed,” Grumbled Ragnar.

A ball of ice hit his haunches, startling him, causing him to turn around towards Arvak who glared daggers at him.  Before he could move, Arvak summoned another ball of ice in her blue claws, and cast it, full force, toward his head.  It made contact with a resounding thud, shattering into pieces, and falling toward the floor.  Ragnar uttered profanity under his fiery breath as Caeweth, Frasil, Ingle, and Levin all looked on in quiet amusement.  Caeweth had climbed onto the side of the nest, perched on the edge.  Frasil gripped the back of Caeweth’s dress, pulling the surprised little fae child into the whelpling nest.  Caeweth giggled as the dragon whelps snuggled and nuzzled her.  They all settled down in the nest for a well deserved nap.