#🌷; garden

[lvgrdn]

dreamscape • zoro

note: hello! thanks for stopping by for a read ☁️ i took a spin on sleepy mosshead's napping habits and what came to be of it was this piece. it was an interesting "inner monologue"-esque study of how the man with near perfect resolve when it matters most, is actually quite the vulnerable person in his dreams 🥺

warnings: dream depictions of assumed death (strawhats), inner turmoil of inadequacy

everyone always assumed they knew why zoro slept so much. answers usually ranged between obvious rest and tlc, to snarky remarks of obliviousness to the sun and how high it hangs in the sky. despite the rapid responses and reactions to his snoozing form, it was a wonder why no one bothered to actually ask the swordsman himself.

yet he was thankful that the question has never come up, zoro admitted quietly to his own person as he jolted awake again for the subtle fourth time that bright afternoon on the deck of the sunny. it was a grace period of calm waters after visiting a small touristy island a day ago for restocking purposes, activities on deck simplified to those of solitude or seclusion as everyone took advantage of the chance to recharge. with the ability to control his composure by the minute millisecond upon settling back down to reality, not even the ever so observant eye of somebody like robin has caught the utter wave of disappointment that crashed through zoro every single time he came back to earth from his dreams.

he doesn't recall when it started or how it came to be like this — but he has been treating going to sleep the last while like a game; a puzzle that his mind created that felt like there were infinite possibilities upon starting but zero valid solutions after attempting.

why? why did it matter to him?

why did it fuel him so much to enter these mental landscapes, over and over and over? why does he have to remind himself on the cusp of falling into his subconscious that he could easily clear his head of all that roamed around up there, only to let himself tumble through the same sceneries constantly?

why was he here again—?

and why were you in front of him once more, just like the last thousand times?

zoro took in a breath, air staggering in his lungs. his eye adjusted to the fog surrounding the two of you, the looming mist bellowing over the rocky terrain environment in his peripheral vision.

he knew this was familiar, all of it, yet he relished in the way the edges of the dream twisted inward as it usually does. three more heartbeats resonating in his ears and then the smell will hit him with the force of several obliterating suns. the fog swirling around your hair and gliding over your skin wasn't fog at all, he noted almost nonchalantly. he watched as blooms of grey and black dusted across your features, his own growing ashen as he brought the corner of his arm up to shield his nose.

it was smoke.

"what the goddamn hell?!" he muttered the line as if rehearsed, sounding phony even to his own ears. zoro tried to orient himself though he doesn't have to, his eye darting around and taking in the flames that fluttered beyond the haze. like clockwork, he registered the ground he was standing on wasn't stable; in fact, it has been rumbling in tandem with an otherworldly uproar located behind him.

despair lodged itself in his gut when he turned around. he knew what sight would welcome him every time he got to this point. zoro felt them before he could see them — his crew and their fear, unadulterated and raw, icing his blood over despite the fires zeroing in and licking at his ankles.

someone was screaming for him but his name got muffled behind the horrific growl of the hidden beast amidst the shadows. the concentration of dust and ash stung at his eyes, his feet wobbling as the ground beneath him shook with the strength that would knock anyone else backwards without a moment's notice. one would think by repeating this dream sequence time and time again, he would know how to properly calculate the distance and strength needed to save everyone — but somehow, no matter what, it was never enough.

this was it — this was the part where he found out how nightmares were formed.

everything happened in slow motion. his gaze befalling on each of his friends, arms and hands outstretched to only him; the saviour that they were counting their lives on, the one that would choose to capture his crewmates' souls in safety and release his own into hell unbounded.

the earsplitting crack of the earth beneath them all, fissures dividing up the land and revealing blood red magma below. zoro finally toppled backwards, losing the grip on the hilt of his swords as he went, body numb upon impact. he couldn't move, he couldn't understand why he couldn't move— but it was futile, he was helpless, and his throat closed up with the guttural wail kept intact as he watched his friends disappear over the cliff's edge.

silence enveloped him instantly. sound and space vacuumed out from his vicinity before he could fathom the loss of the people he called family in such quick succession. the echoes of their horror still rattled within the forefront of his head before his mind took over. disorientation grappled him by the heartstrings when a hand landed on his shoulder, jolting him from his stance as he jerked his head upward.

there you were again, ethereal and pristine. nothing tainted had touched you and you didn't look like you were harmed in any way. a wisp of pure relief brushed his gut at the sight of your face, always a beckon of serenity for him in times past, but the feeling was quickly snuffed out and replaced by wrenching guilt by the words that you spoke next.

"you could have saved them."

"i..." his breath failed him momentarily. i'm sorry. "i... i know."

you blinked, once then twice, before nervousness twinged against your features. hesitantly, you took your hand off his shoulder and raised it in mock innocence. "w-wait, you actually sound distraught. luffy and chopper are okay! they were just play-fighting a little too rough on the upper deck, is all..."

a gentle breeze wafted across the sunny, picking up the scent of the familiar salty sea below that made zoro's skin prickle with awareness. he was awake. and you had no idea what he was referring to earlier based on that wary look in your eyes. they continued to scan his face as your words tumbled out of your mouth, awkwardness taking over and you tried desperately to fill the void of his silently tormented demeanour in front of you.

"when they fell over the railing and screamed, i just thought you heard them but decided to ignore them... like the rest of the crew..." your voice dropped several octaves when zoro casted his gaze away from you finally, noticing how his shoulders sagged a tad as he sighed gruffly. "... sorry for the dramatics— i genuinely thought you were awake. i didn't mean to wake you."

"no," zoro said quickly in retort, the sharp rigidness of his back straightening itself out. when he looked up at you again, it was his turn to notice how you pressed your lips together in a grim line, albeit finding yourself backed up in a corner with how he was handling this chance encounter.

this was all simple in retrospect and you couldn't have known what he was going through mere moments ago — for the last several moons, really — so he sighed again; gentler this time. "don't apologize. the dream wasn't so great anyway."

before you could process what he said, zoro got himself up in one fluid motion, throwing his arms up above him to stretch. the sound of ruckus and chaos still echoed from the other side of the deck, and you watched the swordsman make his way over. with his hand confidently on the hilt of one of his swords now, he turned his head around just enough to let it be known he was addressing you. zoro's other hand flicked up slightly, gesturing you to follow him.

"let's see what the commotion is about."

questions aren't zoro's forte. answers are expected to be concrete, purposeful, and solid. as much as he has molded himself to embodying that type of persona, any chance of doubt — even the theoretical or subconscious — lodges a thorn in the deepest corners of his soul that he would rather not visit to find. he knew curiosity was pulling you to him but zoro was yet again grateful the questions you had never landed as you fell in step with him to join the others.

maybe one day, he will know why.

[sorveteir]

“🌺 for you”

[charmingisdebatable]

*Is currently in a cage in the water of the Black Lagoon with @amaryllis--gardenfairy* *tiny glare* So you're telling me we're here because of you?

[rodolfoparras]

thinking about price all pent up after being away for a long mission, and being very clingy and needy towards the reader

he just needs some comfort and love, which you can gladly provide

very sleepy today so we loving some fluff

-🌷

Pls hear me out friend,

Younger recruit reader who’s always spending time in Price’s office, lazing about on the couch, thumbing through the many magazines, even using Price’s office chair to play with.

Price likes to pretend you’re being bothersome always asking if you have anything better to do while taking away the old magazine you were flipping through. He’d sit in his armchair claiming he’d like to be far away from any source of annoyance but it’s really so you can sprawl out on his sofa. He wouldn’t even smoke when you’re around because you had once complained at the strong smell.

However today you’re not knocking on his office door, instead you’re staying holed up in your room after hearing that price had just come back from a long and tough mission.

You’re mindlessly scrolling through your phone, when you hear a knock on your door.

“Come in” you say brows pinched in confusion, thinking about who it could be at this hour only to see that it’s price, his face giving nothing away as he sits down next to you on your bed.

You’re about to say something but he beats you to it.

“What are you reading?” He says, voice soft and pointing to the book in your hands.

There’s so many things you want to say to this man. What are you doing here? Are you alright ? Anything but - “it’s an old favorite of mine”

“Read it for me” he says blinking so fast to keep the tears at bay as he shuffles further up on your bed, head resting against the headboard and meeting your worried gaze “please” he says, voice slightly cracking. You heavy out a sigh, but shuffle closer to him before you start to read.

At some point you’ll claim it’s too hot to be covered in blankets while putting your blanket over him. At some point you’ll claim that the light from outside is distracting you from reading properly, so you stand up to close the blinds, but you never lay back down again even when he asks why you’re still standing. You’ll just tell him your butt aches from all the sitting but it’s really so that price can have the bed for himself, and really it’s not like he has time to think about your poor excuses as he drifts off to dreamland

[amaryllis--gardenfairy]

@sh-ttyseas I don't appreciate you :>

I just hope Bridget don't come at me for spreading hate :>

//PLEASE DONT TAKE THIS SERIOUSLY

//YOU CAN ALSO IGNORE THAT HONESTLY

//I JUST NEED AMA TO INTERACT WITH MORE PEOPLE BUT SHE DONT INTERACT WITH ANYONE CAUSE EVERYONE WAS CONNECTIONS TO VILLAINS 😭😭😭

[vanalex]

[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]

[nordsea-horizons]

finally finished this area! the largest flowerfield i’ve ever had on any island🌷🍃

[agnes-draws]

happy halloween 🎃

[bleue-flora]

dreblr…

"If you love and cherish our green boy you are welcome to this garden as a flower, plant or lurking gardener, please make sure not to trample any plants and water them with reblogs, notes, comments, asks, and replies to keep them healthy." (context)

[academic-vampire]

𝙶𝚘𝚝 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚘𝚍𝚊𝚢

[lvgrdn]

soundwave • luffy

note: hello! this is my first little blurb inspired from this singular photo, causing a ripple effect in my mind that i was unable to shake off since. i'm fairly flowery with my writing but i hope this lands softly somewhere out there... as an aside, luffy x reader weren't personally imagined to be romantically involved in this piece — but it would add a layer of subtlety should you wish it to be!

warnings: angst (with a hopeful ending). visual commentary on severe grief and depression. heavy marineford imagery. one line describing graphic bodily harm.

they were low, timbering echoes in his ears; sounds that etched themselves into the walls of his mind and the ridges of his soul. it all reverberated like a horrid tune that he cannot shut off no matter what he does when silence decided to accompany him.

"where did he go this time?"

the canons that boomed destruction from the horizons. the laboured breathing in his ears.

"for someone that ensures his presence is known everywhere he goes, he sure disappears quietly when he wants to."

the silver clashing of swords slicing through the air. the crackling of skin charring and bones splintering.

"have you checked the harbour?"

the smoking shots of gunfire ricocheting off wood planks. the knowing laugh he heard all his life resonating too softly against his shoulder.

"he couldn't have gone far."

the shouts of hatred curdling in the base of throats. and the cry of pure agony that ripped through his.

"is that him over there?"

he felt himself submerge back in an endless abyss that seems to have no surface to breach. he knew he was slipping deeper into these depths the more he allowed his head to go under — but maybe this was a particular battle he was willing to succumb to.

maybe drowning within the haunting memories of that day will finally intertwine peace alongside the eternal grief of losing his brother.

"luffy?"

he blinked, once then twice, disoriented after registering that sunlight was sparkling haphazardly in front of him across the waters below. luffy raised a hand to shield his eyes, while the other reached up and curled around your wrist that was resting against his chest.

your arms were encircled around him from behind, your familiar presence anchoring him down to earth. with your body pressed close as you leaned into him, moments passed between you two that allowed his senses to come back to the present one by one.

luffy took in a breath he even didn't know he was withholding, knowing that you felt the way it shuddered through his body as much as he experienced it. he was grateful for the soft squeeze you give in response, tightening the grip you had around him ever so slightly. as his shoulders eased, he felt the curve of your chin resting atop of his head against his hat.

"we were wondering where you wandered off to." i'm glad i found you.

your voice was gentle as the breeze carried it to him. you felt his chuckle more than you heard it, knowing the smile on his face wasn't reaching his eyes — but that was okay. for today and for always, that was okay. as long as he was safe, that was all that mattered. as long as he was here, you would be right there with him.

"i'm not going anywhere." i'm glad you found me, too.

[jnieart]

⠀꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |⠀୧⠀♡⠀୨⠀꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱| ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |꛱|꛱ ꛱͜ |

[melon-fodder]

Hello, hello! Welcome to my garden party 🐝🌷🦋

I have been on tumblr before under different pseuds, but I wanted a nice, fresh start. We are rebranded, growing, thriving, optimistic. This time around you can call me Melon. 💚

After lurking and reading and doing what I can to get inspired, I figure it’s time to put some roots down and invite some interaction, so here we are.

Fandoms I write for: Attack on Titan, Demon Slayer, Haikyuu!, Jujutsu Kaisen, My Hero Academia, Tokyo Revengers, and Wind Breaker

This will go on for probably around a week. If you don’t want to see it, block the tag #melons garden party🌷

So, are you ready to party with the buzzing bees and naughty gnomes? Here’s how:

• Be 18 or over

• Reblog this post

• Send me an ask off anon

• Tell me about your self-ship, your fashion aesthetic, your couple dynamic, and your favorite flower.

In return, I will give you…

• a springtime moodboard

• a song from my spring playlist

• a sweet, sunny blurb of you and your blorbo

• a 3 card spread from my botanical oracle deck (opportunities, challenges, outcome)

* Oracle reading relies heavily on your own intuition. Each card has a flower and a word/phrase. Reflect on the cards and go with your gut🪻if you want the guidebook interpretation you can message me for it, but I don’t want to give it outright and influence your initial thoughts on the reading!

[charmed-n-zesty]

5/2023 🌷

University of Helsinki Botanical Garden. III of III.

[amaryllis--gardenfairy]