#[ wilted ]

[misscromwellsmonocle]

Wilted (c. 1870) by Gabriel von Max

[thegoodmorningman]

you can use your fantastic imagination to figure out how you're supposed to act normal around other people today

[gyossefka]

"To live on" by Min Jeong Seo, 2005.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 14 - Wilted

@wolfstarmicrofic June 14, word count 889

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By the time they’d all gotten showered and dressed, they were running late for dinner. Remus looked in disgust, as the only vegetables left were wilted spinach, which he hated, and steamed beetroot, which he hated even more. Reluctantly, he scooped some of the spinach onto his plate. 

He was exhausted from the long day of painting. He needed to ask Sirius for the cream he’d promised for his sunburn, but he’d wait until they were back in the cabin. 

His rough t-shirt was rubbing something awful on the inflamed skin. He kept rearranging it and twitching at the abrasion. 

“What’s up?” Sirius grunted when Remus accidentally knocked his arm after tugging his t-shirt away from his skin for the umpteenth time. 

“It’s scratching,” he whimpered quietly as he shuffled his shoulders again. Sirius reached out and touched the material. 

“Of course, it’s itching. Remus, what’s this made of? It feels like potato sacking.” He dropped it and rubbed his fingers together to get rid of the feeling of the t-shirt. Remus flushed with embarrassment. It was the best his parents could afford. Sirius seemed to realise he’d said the wrong thing. “Sorry, didn’t mean it like that. Come on, eat up. I’ll get that cream for you, it’ll help.” Remus sighed with relief and finished up his meal. 

Sirius took his hand when they got outside and walked him back to their cabin. “Do you have anything softer than that?” Sirius asked hesitantly, gesturing at Remus’s t-shirt. Remus shook his head, not looking at him.

Sirius headed straight for his drawers when they got back to the cabin. He pulled countless items of clothing out of the drawers until he found what he wanted. “Here, he said, throwing a plain black t-shirt at him. Remus caught it. It was the softest cotton he’d ever felt. “Put it on,” Sirius said as he darted into the bathroom and came back with a bottle of aftersun. 

“Sirius, I can’t, it’s yours.” He couldn’t wear Sirius’s clothes, surely he needed them. Sirius, guessing the problem straight away, tutted at him. 

“Remus, have you seen how many clothes I brought with me? One t-shirt’s hardly going to leave me without anything to wear. In fact,” He said as he dug through his clothes again and tossed a few more t-shirts onto Remus’s bed. “Here, for the rest of the week,” He folded his arms and Remus realised he wouldn't win this one. He stepped into the bathroom, not ready to strip half-naked in front of anyone, especially Sirius. 

The t-shirt was even softer than he’d thought it was. It didn’t upset his sunburn at all. He sighed happily and went back out into the main cabin. 

“Thank you,” He said a bit dreamily. Sirius grinned at him. 

“Get on the bed,” He ordered, pointing at it, “Lie on your front.” Remus couldn’t find the energy to complain, so he did as he was told and sunk into his soft pillow. He could have fallen asleep right then if Sirius hadn't hopped up and straddled him.

He tensed at the unfamiliar feeling of having someone sitting on him. 

“Sirius, what are you doing?” He stuttered nervously. 

“Don’t worry, nothing bad. I want to rub this into your sunburn. Can I push your t-shirt up?” No! Remus thought. The worst scars were on his stomach, but his back still had plenty for Sirius to see. But Sirius had shown him his scars. Sirius hadn’t cared that Remus had scars or was scared to show them to anyone. He swallowed loudly and tried to be brave. 

“Okay,” He whispered into his pillow. He gritted his teeth as Sirius gently pushed the t-shirt up until he could see Remus’s whole back. He let out a low whistle, making Remus want to cry. He was hideous and Sirius would never want anything more to do with him.

“Damn, Remus, your sunburn’s so much worse than I thought it was.” That wasn’t what Remus had been expecting. He didn’t have time to think about it before the cooling liquid was drizzled over his back and Sirius’s slender fingers began to delicately work it into his skin. 

He didn’t stop at the sunburn either. Sirius worked the liquid all over Remus’s back. Pressing his fingers into Remus’s sore muscles, making him moan into his pillow. It felt so good. He could feel his eyes drooping as Sirius continued to massage his back. 

The door banged open as James and Peter came back from dinner. 

“Oi, oi, what’s goin’ on here then?” James trilled at them. Remus froze, but Sirius acted quickly, and before the other two could get any closer, he’d pulled Remus’s t-shirt back into place, hiding his scared back. 

Remus tried to lift his head, but it was so heavy and he was so tired. He let Sirius explain, hearing him blow kissy noises at James while teasing him about rubbing lotion into his sore parts for him if he was that bothered. Sleep overcame him before he could hear what James’s reply was. 

That night he was stirred from sleep by Sirius, sneaking into his bed. Sirius wrapped an arm around him carefully and Remus snuggled closer. He’d never shared a bed with anyone before, and especially not someone he had feelings for. It was wonderful. 

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[ohveeve]

there’s something very poetic and funny of my spider plant laios seeming like he has root rot but actually having the healthiest roots and regrowing instantly vs my seemingly healthy Falin actually having beginning stages of root rot

Here’s Falin:

she’s been banished to the pot of drying.

Here’s Laios:

[blondebrainpowered]

Basil plant being rejuvenated after a watering.

[yanderefan-kimi]

I'm very excited to share my preview for @wiltedmysmes zine! 🥀

Be sure to check out the official account for updates (and to see all the amazing artists and writers working on this project 🥺💖)

[kooky-dough]

GUYS

I'm back and have some super exciting ideas to share. <3

I have 3 AUs I've been thinking about for a while.

1. "Bet I'll Try"

(Ha ha, you're simp. /affectionately)

Cowboy AU with Sun and Moon. My least planned one, but I think it'll be so fun to play with.

2. "Wilted"

(You're sad... like fuck, you scare them)

Killer robot apocalypse AU

Also, Sun and Moon focused, but i have more ideas.

3. "Vampire Blood"

(My love child that gets the most attention so far)

Sun and Moon show inspired AU. Originally, Bloodmoon focused, but I think I'm gonna make more of this overall idea and design.

How do I not spoil the story

It's like goosebumps + twilight, I guess... but more

The Creator's "Kill Code" is a demon that gets split in Sun and Moons separation. If you have seen the show, then you can imagine what I mean.

I've already worked on some of the designs

If you can't read it, good.

This is just the brainstorming pages, and changes will be made.

Feel free to leave suggestions and ask questions, I'm happy to hear what yall have to say.

[aoi-watarimono]

I didn’t even know that Microsoft Bing is 14 years old this year. I still preferred Google’s search engine though.

I’m mixed when it comes to AI. It’s a hit and miss in my book.

So back in late March I was messing around with Image Creator via Microsoft Bing/Copilot, and this is the result that I got by luck. Enjoy, I guess.🤷‍♂️

[notsocheezy]

Brain Curd #166

Brain Curds are lightly edited flash fiction - practically first drafts - posted daily (haven't missed one yet!) and sometimes written with the express intention of being terrible… but, you know, in an endearing way. Please like and reblog if you enjoy - the notes keep me going!

Anne and Wendy sat on opposite ends of the couch, silent. Wendy’s mascara ran down her cheeks, still wet, but she was no longer crying. Anne’s expression was entirely blank.

“I can leave, if you’d like me to,” Anne said quietly, gently, like her voice was to cradle an injured bird.

Wendy swallowed and choked a little on nothing. “I don’t… I don’t know.”

Anne sighed and went back to sitting quietly. The wind blew through the trees outside, able to be faintly heard through the cracked-open window on the other wall. Sun poured through, past the waving curtain, and made a puddle of light on the carpet. This was it, their last sunset. She knew the day was coming, she’d known for months that it was inevitable, and she had accepted that.

But Wendy never wanted to believe it. She wanted to believe she could be a better partner to Anne, that she was becoming that person whom Anne needed her to be. And for a while, she fooled herself. Until today.

The refrigerator’s compressor clicked on and the hum reverberated about the walls. Wendy thought about all the times they’d cooked dinner together and realized how long it had been since they took turns stirring risotto or raced each other to grate the most cheese. It was so long ago, now, years ago. Where did those times go? Why did neither of them notice?

The days had gone by, one by one; a string of days of “we’ll get to it tomorrow” and “I’m too tired tonight”; wilted broccoli gave way to takeout leftovers. The inevitable came by way of the unpredictable: today, twenty-five minutes ago, Wendy walked up to Anne and said, “We need to talk.”

[textless]

[life-of-the-other-woman]

- Khush Bakht via wordedarchive

[thegoodmorningman]

The only thing that can stop you from having a Good Morning is you. Good Morning!!!

[ghostblooms]

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[cavity-collector]

ref sheet for lavender, both versions :)

[louistheok]

A Little Dried Out