#Flowers (2) - Snapdragon

[holylulusworld]

Flowers (2) - Snapdragon

Summary: Snapdragons symbolizes deception and deviousness.

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: angst, mentions of FWB arrangement

Catch up here: Flowers (1) - Sunflower

Flowers masterlist

For the next few days, you avoided Bucky like the plague.

Finally, your stealth skills came in handy. Whenever you got a glimpse of him, you ran for the hills.

You needed time to get over him - or rather to get rid of him.

You started with cleaning your room. Throwing away the sheets you made love on and ending with scrubbing the whole place sparkling clean. Only stopping when Jarvis assured you every trace of Bucky’s DNA got removed.

The next step was to convince Maria Hill, the woman in charge when it came to missions, to not set you up for missions with Bucky any longer.

You didn’t have to explain anything to her. Maria has a sharp mind and is a skilled observer. She knew something was wrong the moment you stepped inside her office. Unlike Fury or Tony, she understood what you are going through.

At least you had one confidant within the organization not telling you Dot is nice or that Bucky only tried to find a new friend.

Almost a week had passed before your luck left you and you ran into Dolores. She had a big grin on her pink lips too, and dared to giggle as she walked past you.

It really wasn’t your fault she tripped over your foot and ended up on the floor, bruising her face and pride. Why did she have to stare at her phone instead of watching her step?

This time, you chuckled and walked past her. Maybe Bucky would lend her a hand and help her back up.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Bucky blankly stared at his best friend. “Y/N always accompanies me on missions! I know something is off with her. She avoided me for a few days, but I thought it was because she needed some alone time.”

“Y/N doesn’t want to be on your team any longer,” Steve sighed, long and exasperated. “Buck, did you do something wrong? Did you and Y/N get into a fight? She seemed angry and avoided talking to me not days ago.”

“Steve, what are you talking about? We didn’t fight. All I know is that Y/N avoids me like the plague. Until today, I believed everything was just fine.”

“I’m sorry to tell you, but you are dead wrong, Buck. You should talk to her. She didn’t go to Maria instead of talking to you for no reason.”

“Doll.” Bucky followed you hot on your heels, but you didn’t stop walking. “DOLL! HEY! Stop walking away from me.”

“Why?” You snapped at him. “I thought you were busy with some other girl.”

“What girl?” He dared to huff. “Y/N, stop walking away. I want to know what’s wrong with you. I had to hear from Maria Hill that you don’t want to team up with me any longer.”

“I only made things easier for you and your lovely Dolores,” you stopped in your tracks and turned around to glare at Bucky. “This way she can have your back on the upcoming missions or scratch it. Whatever you prefer.”

“I don’t understand a single thing,” he huffed and ran one hand down his face. “A few days ago, we had passionate sex. We made love and suddenly everything changed. You avoid me and don’t talk to me any longer. And now this.”

He wildly gestured with his hands, not understanding what was going on in your head.

“Yeah, a few days ago you didn’t give Dot flowers,” you sniffed and looked away. “A sunflower out of all flowers. I know we never put a label on what we had but how can you fuck me and give flowers to another woman not hours later?”

Bucky watches you turn back around to storm off. “What? I—it was only a flower,” he called after you.

You didn’t hear his next words because you ran along the hallways and blended him and his voice out.

“Baby doll! It was only a sunflower for her birthday. She said no one remembered her birthday. I wanted to make her feel welcome like you did with me.”

“Well, my friend,” Steve said as he stepped next to his friend. He placed his hand on Bucky’s shoulder and smirked, “I think you failed epically. You cannot give another woman flowers while making passionate love to another. You have to choose one.”

Part 3

Tags in reblog.

[legendary-cookies]

Snapdragon - Mischief

[justaweirdo06]

The Undertale Newsletter for May is here!

You guys could not understand how much I love these two and their friendship. The fact that Flowey's not denying it is everything. Also Papyrus is definitely messing with him, and I find that pretty funny.

[senseikinder]

I feel like i entered my pvz phase

Anyway have these guys

[mysterycharacterflowers]

Snapdragons 2

Meaning and why this flower was chosen: Snapdragons represent endurance, resilience, strength and courage to persevere through difficult times, and the enduring memory of the deceased. This character gets stuck in a deadly dimension and becomes leader of a group of people there, protecting them in a dying world. His family believes him dead, except for his wife, who refuses to give up on him. Also, dragons are associated with fire and he has fire powers.

Description: Abandoned the organization of evil monster hunters he was raised in, and made a deal with an evil magical entity to save his life. He got stuck in a deadly dimension and became the leader of a group of other victims of the entity, protecting them and helping them survive the hostile environment. Once his wife found them, he was able to help all of his people leave the dimension.

(The picture was taken from this site!)

[mypvz2]

[tvickiesims]

OFB Bouquets Default Replacement

A replacement for OFB craftable bouquets with models from Sims 4.

It's not compatible with other flower replacements and recolors and everything repositoried to them. It is however compatible with @hugelunatic's buyable flowers. I also updated the height of the smoke fx on snapdragon, you'll need to remake/rebuy it for the changes to apply correctly.

As a bonus, I also included a conversion of 2 objects from Flower Shop Set by @serenebluesims (Pocci) - a flower stand (9 slots) and a flower bucket (1 slot, goes on surfaces too). I also converted a fridge from Spa Day and called it a "Flower Fridge" :D It's a shelf with 6 slots. Because flowers have a shadow underneath, it will stick out of the buckets, but let's imagine it's a water level maybe? :D

All files are necessary for the default to function correctly (you can't pick and choose). All shadows are repositoried to Lord Crumps' shadow file (not included).

Compressed, clearly labelled, picture is included.

🎁✋🏻💐Download at SFS💐✋🏻🎁

[alittleflowerchild]

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[short-honey-badger]

Snapdragon

Dracule Mihawk x Female Reader

A Florist/Tattoo AU

Summary: Mihawk lives a peaceful life, tattooing his friends and clients until you move your business across from his. Your friends are rowdy and loud, and he thinks you are the same until you come to his side of the street to ask for a tattoo.

Part 2 -> HERE Minishot Masterlist

It's been a few weeks since the flower shop across the street opened up. It was a bright, cheery looking place with flowers lining the storefront and hanging from the front stoop. He could see the name from inside his own, dark, dreary tattoo parlor, and couldn't help but think that the name went well with the aesthetic that the owner had going. Snapdragon.

Simple, yes, but still eye-catching enough that the shop was usually bustling with customers. It was in the evenings that he despised the shop. While he has yet to meet you, your friends were a rowdy sort who showed up at the end of the day with loud calls of your name, busting into your business with an energy he only assumed you shared.

It was exhausting listening to them come and go almost every day of the week. Listening to them over the sound of the classical music that plays inside his parlor. Shanks had laughed at him and told Mihawk to lighten up and that it was a good thing that someone had come along and shaken things up a little. Mihawk had snorted and tossed his oldest friend out of the parlor, telling the redhead that he'd finish up his tattoo tomorrow since he wanted to take your side of things.

Maybe it wasn't fair to you, but Dracule couldn't help the hint of resentment that built up in his chest whenever the evening rolled around, and his peace was shattered by the sounds of loud women screaming for you. So imagine his surprise when on a day that Snapdragon is closed, he finally spots you. Crossing the road and heading straight over to his parlor.

His eyes track you all the way up until you push open the door of the parlor. Mihawk expects you to be loud and obnoxious like your friends, so it's a pleasant revelation when he hears the soft sound of hour voice.

"Ah, hello?"

Mihawk stands up from where he was hidden behind the front desk, the shaded look of his shop concealing him with ease. You jump at his sudden appearance, and Mihawk can't help but smirk meanly at your wide-eyed look, "Yes?"

He watches you lick your lips, eyes flickering to his exposed chest, the Victorian style shit he wears showing off his pectoral muscles and the curling tattoos that start on his shoulders then travel down his arms. He watches your face flush and shifts his weight, breaking you out of your revere.

"Sorry! I was curious if you had time to tattoo something something for me? It's my first one, so I don't really know how this works? I can come back at a better time?"

Mihawk considers sending you away. It was close to his closing time anyway, and he had plans to get drinks with his apprentice later, but he found himself reluctant in doing so. You weren't anything like he had expected, and he wants to know more about you now that you're here.

"Now is fine. Flip the closed sign for me, dear. You'll be my last one of the day," He says and watches you brighten in excitement and do as he says. Mihawk moves around the counter, sliding past you and locking the door with a flick of his wrist.

He hears you suck in a breath when he passes you by, glancing behind him to see you shaking your head, your hand pressed against your chest as if in disbelief. Dracule smirks to himself and grabs his sketch pad from the counter, nodding his head in the direction of one of the back rooms. He introduces himself, and you do the same after he hands over the proper forms for you to sign and date.

"What are you thinking about getting?" He asks when the two of you settle into his preferred space, taking the clipboard back onve you finish up. You fidget nervously on the bench in front of him, picking at your sleeves that cover up to your knuckles before you reach into your bag and pull out a plastic sleeve, showing it to him.

"Of course you'd want a flower," He says, tone deadpan and unimpressed as he stares down at the pressed waterlily inside the plastic sleeve. You blush, lips screwing up to defend yourself when Mihawk takes the pressed flower and holds it up to you, tilting his head to the side in thought, "But you've chosen one that suits you."

You deflate at that, shoulders dropping and a small smile touching your lips, "Thank you. It's one of the flowers that I can't safely cultivate within the shop, and this one is important to me. My grandmother watched over a flower sanctuary, and this was her favorite one. She um. She passed away couple weeks ago."

Mihawk hums and finds himself reaching out to gently squeeze your wrist, his golden eyes catching your own when you look up, "Losing a loved one is hard. You do her memory honor by getting this for her."

You smile at him, a real one, full of heartfelt thanks, "Thank you, Mihawk."

The artist squeezes your wrist one last time and then drops it to lean back in his chair, pen in hand as he begins to sketch out the flower beside him. You are quiet while he works, which he appreciates greatly. Mihawk puts his skills to use as he draws out each petal, curling them just right so the flower looks as though it is in the process of blooming. He glances up every once in a while, feeling himself soften towards you when he catches you, looking around at his work with a look of awe on your face.

"You did all this?" You ask quietly when Mihawk is close to finishing his sketch. He dips his head in a nod, and you lean forward to get a peak at the drawing he is doing, "You're very talented."

"Years of practice, dear," Miahwk drawls, and then smirks up at you, "And some natural talent."

He listens to you laugh and then gets back to finishing up the sketch, feeling lighter than he has in a while. It's not long until Dracule puts in some finishing touches and then hands the sketch pad over for you to inspect. Your eyes go wide, turning a bit misty, but you don't cry. Instead, you hand it back to him, "It's perfect."

Mihawk nods and then stands to slip on a pair of black medical gloves and get the machines ready. He prepares the ink needed and explains that he would do the outlines first and then the coloring second. Once it's all set up, he turns to you expectantly.

"Where do you want it?"

You shift, eyes flickering up to meet his own, and his brows rise in surprise when your hands go to the button on your jeans. His heart thunders in his chest when you hop off the bench, wiggling your hips to shift your pants down, exposing the boy shorts you wear under them before you hop back up and present him the outside of your right thigh, hand smoothing over the soft flesh.

"Here?"

[thelien-art]

Day 2: Maglor for @feanorianweek

Sloth｜Diligence

Snapdragon: Snapdragon makes a person appear fascinating and cordial according to some people, and in the language of flowers, snapdragons are said to represent both deception and graciousness.

Maglor was laid out to be the kindest of his brothers, which I think just means that he knew how to act around people to get them to like him, as well as him being a singer/musician in a world made of music, where music shapes the world, makes it obvious that he manipulated people (maybe even the world itself in a little scale) for his own benefit.

Maedhros｜Celegorm｜Caranthir｜Curufin｜Ambarussa

Goblin

[aziraphales-library]

hi :D big fan of what y'all are doing here, it looks like a lot of work/time <2

I was looking for fics that involve the language of flowers, since i haven't found a lot

thanks :D

I'm sure we've recommendations fics like this before, but can I cannot find the posts. Oh well, here are some for you...

Honeysuckle and White Jasmine by HolyCatsAndRabbits (E)

While on a bad blind date at a coffee shop, bookshop owner Aziraphale meets a gorgeous red-haired barista. Also Aziraphale knows flower language and he's not afraid to use it. So now Aziraphale was going on a date with someone Tracy knew. Since Tracy had arranged it, Aziraphale let her pick the place as well: Double Double, a new coffee shop. Tracy had promised that the shop was lovely and had a selection of rich desserts, which was honestly the part that had convinced Aziraphale. Aziraphale’s one bit of defiance was the flowers. He had a book or two in his shop on flower language, and he’d decided that the bouquet was going to be the sweetener for the day (besides the dessert), the spoonful of sugar that helped the medicine go down. Yellow carnations: Disdain, disappointment, rejection. Red snapdragon: Deception. Purple columbine: foolishness. White candytuft: indifference. And finally butterfly weed, a bright little orange cluster flower, which meant Let me go! Armed with his passive-aggressive (but quite lovely smelling) bouquet, Aziraphale took a cab to Double Double.

i am just the (new invention) by littlesnowpea (T)

A list of hobbies Crowley has picked up over the past 6000 years: -gardening -cooking -fashion -pining for Aziraphale -making YouTube videos A list of hobbies Aziraphale has picked up over the past 6000 years: -reading -book restoration -music -pining for Crowley -commenting on Crowley’s YouTube videos When Aziraphale starts giving Crowley flowers, Crowley takes to his YouTube channel to discuss the meaning behind it, where Aziraphale comments encouragement to confess his feelings – under an alias, of course. There is absolutely no way any of this could ever go wrong.

The Language of Flowers by GreenGlitchBitch (T)

“We can communicate through flowers! It’s being talked about in Britain. Hasn’t quite caught on yet, so we wouldn’t be too suspicious” Aziraphale said. Basically, Crowley and Aziraphale are in love throughout the ages, and in order to keep their respective head offices from knowing, they use flowers to send each other messages.

you took my soul and wiped it clean by staringatstars (G)

On a summer afternoon, a stranger in a cream-colored vest and coat walked into Crowley's flower shop with a rather odd request: "What sort of floral arrangement would you make for one whom you love very much, even whilst knowing they could never feel the same?"

Pressed Flowers by TheNoctambulist (T)

A romance between two business owners of London's SoHo. Anthony Crowley, proud owner of Eden (Producer of Fine Flowers and Bouquets since 2008), didn't expect to find love in his life. Ever. He had his plants, and what more could a florist want? But when Aziraphale Fell, a slightly fussy, altogether chaotic bookshop owner wanders into his shop looking for a bouquet, he begins to question what he really wants at all.

Pray For Us, Icarus by Atalan (Series, G-T)

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

- Mod D

[starstruckunknown-princess]

Snapdragon - Bruce Wayne x Reader

Snapdragon (Antirrhinum) - Meaning: Presumption, deception

Summary: Reader thinks her boyfriend, Bruce Wayne, is cheating on her. Bruce tries to figure out how to tell her about his nighttime activities.

Pairing: Bruce Wayne x Reader

Word Count: 1864

Warnings: Suspected infidelity, angst, discussion of insecurities, a little bit of gaslighting/misdirection from Bruce, Alfred is a sassy bitch, Bruce is a mopey bastard, cliffhanger ending

Day 12 takes a sharp turn back into angst! I wrote this with the Christian Bale Batman and Michael Caine Alfred in mind, but use any Batman/Alfred you fancy. Also, sorry for the cliffhanger.

In Bloom Masterlist

Part 2: Snowdrop

Likes, Comments, and Reblogs are incredibly appreciated! ❤️

Bruce was cheating on you, you knew it. He hadn’t spent the night at your place in weeks, was texting you back at odd hours at night, and whenever you did manage to pin him down for a date he seemed disengaged, preoccupied, like he would rather be elsewhere. 

Dating Gotham’s Prince was difficult enough as it was, press following you everywhere and your face showing up in supermarket tabloids — you were just a regular person, you didn’t come from money or rub elbows with Gotham’s social elite, you had a regular boring desk job to pay the bills. 

You met Bruce by accident one day when you were on your way into work. You weren’t paying attention and almost walked into oncoming traffic, but Bruce had caught your arm just as you stepped off the curb, spilling your coffee. You’d turned, ready to give him such a tongue-lashing, but a motorcyclist zipped by at an ungodly speed right where you’d been about to step. Bruce then offered to replace your coffee and escort you to the office (“For your own safety,” he’d insisted with a  devilish smirk that you couldn’t say no to). 

You’d been dating ever since, almost a year now, which surprised most of the press. Numerous gossip sites were speculating about how you’d managed to keep Bruce’s interest for that long, but you’d learned to tune all their shit out. 

The insecurity you felt now stemmed from Bruce’s own behavior, not the latest expulsion of bile from the gossipmongers online. You’d texted Bruce to meet you at your place after work, only receiving a thumbs-up emoji back. 

You weren’t worth a real response. You weren’t worth his honesty. You weren’t worth him.

Shaking that insidious voice out of your head, you decided you needed a drink. In the middle of pouring yourself a glass of wine (box wine, another reminder of the insurmountable differences between you and Bruce) a knock sounded at the door. 

Looking through the peep hole, you saw a large bouquet of flowers held in front of a tired-looking Bruce. You opened the door and let him in, accepting the flowers and a kiss on the cheek. 

“Hello, gorgeous,” Bruce said, lingering near your cheek and stepping closer, putting his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to him. You tensed in his grasp, and he immediately let go, lifting your chin with a finger so you had to look him in the eye. 

“You okay, sweetheart?” 

Looking into his baby blues was a little too much to handle, so you simply nodded and moved away from him. 

“Yeah, just gonna get these in water,” you said, lifting the bouquet slightly. Fishing the one vase you owned out of the cupboard, you filled it at the sink. Bruce followed your movements, hands in his pants pockets while he watched. 

“I’ve only got a few minutes, unfortunately, but I was hoping you were free this Friday for a proper date,” he offered, smiling in his charming way. You only hummed your response, focusing on rearranging the flowers so they looked nice in the vase.

You had a speech prepared, known exactly what you wanted to say to him to get him to confess that he was cheating. Now that he was here, however, your well-formulated hypothesis was harder and harder to grasp. Like smoke, it dissipated the more you tried to catch it. 

“You sure everything’s okay? You seem tense,” Bruce observed. That was your cue, and you knew you had to take it before he got any closer. Once he had his hands on you, every rational thought would flee and you’d be at his mercy. 

“Are you cheating on me?” you asked, fighting to keep your composure. You’d never been good at confrontation, so you figured the best way to handle this was firm, direct, like ripping off a band-aid. You tried to put on a confident air even though your insides were practically liquifying with nerves. 

Bruce sighed, “We talked about this, you can’t believe anything you read on those sites. They’re just in it for the clicks-”

“I’m not-! I didn’t get it off the internet, it’s just…you’ve been distant lately, and I can’t think of any explanation other than you found someone more…in your league,” you explained, wrapping your arms around you in an effort to comfort yourself. The insecurities you felt earlier were slipping into your words, despite your best efforts to shove them aside.

Bruce softened, took a step toward where you were standing in your kitchen. When you didn’t flinch away, he laid his hands on your shoulders. “Babe, you are in my league. Hell, you’re way above my league, and I don’t care what anyone else thinks.” 

“I don’t either,” you said, “but this isn’t coming from an external source, it’s what I’ve noticed when it’s just the two of us. You seem distracted, like you don’t want to be in the moment with me. And it’s a rare occurrence that you text me back before midnight, if at all.” 

Bruce’s hands stroked down your arms, warming your skin. He leaned down into your eye line. “I’m sorry for that. I didn’t know you were feeling that way, I’ll be better about being present with you, I promise. There’s just been a lot going on at work and it’s been…busy, I’ve been busy, you know?” 

You nodded, “I know.” 

“But,” he said, unhooking your hands from where they’d been holding your elbows, “Now that I know, we can fix it. I’m gonna do better. Thank you for telling me.” 

You let him unfold your arms and bring them up around his shoulders, resting them there and bringing his hands to your lower back. He kept his grasp loose until, against your better judgment, you tightened your arms and pulled him into a hug. He returned your embrace, planting a gentle kiss to your forehead. 

When he held you like this it was easy, too easy, to forget your stupid insecurities and let yourself trust him. In his embrace, every imperfection you nitpicked about yourself ceased to exist. He was a safe space — well, until recently. 

Bruce said your name quietly to get your attention. You looked up at him. 

“I love you,” he said, the look on his face betraying the heartbreaking truth of his statement. 

You pushed up on your toes and kissed his lips quickly — any slower and you’d completely melt into him. 

“I love you too, Bruce.” 

________

Later that night…

Bruce was well and truly fucked. He’d known it was only a matter of time before you noticed his odd behavior, the late hours, the preoccupation and distractibility. Fuck! 

He and Alfred had rules, dammit, and he should’ve followed them. 

No more than five dates or two months, whichever comes first. 

They’re never allowed to roam the house unsupervised. 

Most importantly, keep feelings out of it. Sex and companionship, nothing more and nothing less. 

But it was different with you. You’d…surprised him, which he didn’t think was possible anymore. You were funny and gorgeous ��� not his usual type, but still enchanting — and a little spiky, which only intrigued him more. For the first time, Bruce wanted to get to know someone on a deeper level. Maybe it was age, or he was finally ready to admit he wasn’t an island, or maybe he was just sick of the endless line of vapid, waifish model-types he usually dated, but whatever the reason you came into his life at exactly the right time and you were…perfect. 

What was the old saying, nothing good can stay? The truth of that statement weighed on him as he pulled off the suit, tossing the pieces haphazardly all over the cave, leaving a trail to where he eventually settled in his computer chair. 

“Y’know, sir, while kevlar is good at stopping bullets it does rather badly when left unattended on a damp cave floor,” Alfred scolded gently, bending to pick up the pieces of Batman. Bruce only grunted at his butler, pulling up the dossier he’d been preparing on the Joker. The last few weeks it looked like the psychopath had reemerged, which is why he’d been so preoccupied. Gotham barely survived the last scrape with that psychopath, so Batman had been doggedly hunting him after the sun went down. 

“Did you stop by her place, then?” Alfred asked, referring to you. “She seemed rather insistent on it.”

Bruce paused, then sighed and turned to face Alfred. “She thinks I’m cheating on her.” 

“Not exactly an incorrect assumption,” Alfred joked. Bruce flashed him a glare, but the butler didn’t notice. “Well, we knew this was coming didn’t we? Once you started breaking the rules for her, it was only a matter of time.” 

Bruce internally groaned, not wanting to admit Alfred was right. “I just wish I knew what to do. She’s the first person in a long time that I’ve actually wanted to have around. Present company excluded, of course.” 

“Of course, sir,” Alfred said. “You’ve arrived at a crossroads, if you don’t mind me saying. You either tell her, or you don’t.” 

“How do I know if I should tell her?” 

“That answer lies in how much you trust her to keep your secret.” 

“And how do I know that I won’t lose her even if I tell her?” Bruce asked, voicing his biggest fear. Painting a target on your back as well as his, and then being shoved out of your life. 

Alfred laid a comforting hand on Bruce’s shoulder, like he always did when sharing a hard life lesson. “You don’t, Master Wayne.” 

The hand left his shoulder and Bruce turned back around, each man now going about their usual business. A few quick incident reports later Bruce made his way upstairs to his bedroom, hoping with how tired his body was that sleep would claim him quickly. 

No such luck.

Instead, he tossed and turned, going over every possible outcome of the inevitable conversation.

Option 1: He tells you about Batman, you accept it, and the two of you make it work. This, of course, was the ideal scenario so he knew that wouldn’t be the outcome. Nothing in his life worked out ideally. 

Option 2: He tells you about Batman, you freak out and break up with him, and you become a huge liability. Giving you that knowledge would be like handing you a grenade with the pin pulled out — if you held onto it, you were both safe, but if you let go…Kaboom. And how long could you hold onto a secret that big, that dangerous?

The last option was that he doesn’t tell you, you continue to assume he’s cheating on you, and you break up with him eventually. He loses you, but you remain unaware and therefore safe — from his enemies, from prosecution, from whatever else came from being Batman's girlfriend. 

Around three in the morning Bruce’s mind was made up, his next steps planned, and resolve steely, but he waited until half-past five (a more normal wake-up time) to text you. 

‘Dinner at my place tonight. We need to talk.’ 

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[southernsolarpunk]

Currently in progress: building garden beds for free! (Aside from the cost of an axe & hatchet) I really had my heart set on raised garden beds but ultimately it would be too expensive to get the supplies right now, and we need to thin out the trees in our backyard. (Lots of skinny trees in high density) the previous owners left all those plant pots and grow bags in the picture, my son likes to play with them for now. :) (soon they will house my peppers!)

The sun stays on the left side of the yard, and luckily that’s where the highest density trees are, so once we cut them down it’ll open up the canopy and let in more light. I’ll have to get some topsoil though, the soil here is compacted as fuck!! (Seriously, I’ve never seen soil so compacted) where it looks like a bush behind the beds ( it’s trees we cut down) there’s a natural dip in the ground about 1-2 ft and I’m planning to put a wildlife pond there using a no-liner method.

Most of the light green growing in this picture is Chinese privet I haven’t yet cut down :/ and now I can see alllllll the poison oak that’s popping up :))))))) (I’m very allergic)

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Front yard!

I got a packet of wildflower seeds and they’re just starting to pop up so I took a picture to compare to when they are more/fully grown! I also got some moss phlox (native) and snapdragons (favorite flower).

[justaweirdo06]

Totally didn't make this last minute what are you talking about...

I did not forget Undertale's anniversary. 𝓘 𝓭𝓲𝓭 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓮𝓽 𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻𝓽𝓪𝓵𝓮'𝓼 𝓪𝓷𝓷𝓲𝓿𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓪𝓻𝔂

But yeah, I haven't forgotten my roots 🤭 Undertale was a very big part of my life, and I'm so grateful for the people I got to meet through it and the experiences I had with the fandom. Happy Underale 9th anniversary!

* PNGkey. “Empty Flower Pot Png Plant Clip Art At Clipart Library - Plant Pots Clipart - Free Transparent PNG Download - PNGkey.” PNGkey.com, www.pngkey.com/detail/u2q8e6y3r5e6o0y3_empty-flower-pot-png-plant-clip-art-at. Accessed 15 Sept. 2024.

Side note I also must thank Undertale for keeping this blog active in wake of my hiatus! Seriously without it this blog would be dead

[senseikinder]

A little christmas drawing

[mysterycharacterflowers]

A bouquet of snapdragon, yellow poppy and jonquil

Meaning and why this flower was chosen:

Snapdragon: Deception. It's kind of his whole thing, he does deceive the main character

Yellow Poppy: Wealth and Success. He has a lot of it.

Jonquil: It means ego and oh boy does he have a lot of it. It's the only way to defeat him.

Description:

This character is a literal card carrying villain, the antagonist in all ways. We may not know that much about him, but from what we see of him, we know this. He'll enact an evil scheme involving kidnapping and maybe a bit of murder, but then ask the main character to play regular sports with him (which he will of course cheat at and win).

He's also got a bit of a gay thing going on with the protagonist, but that's just my opinion.

(The pictures were taken from these sites: snapdragon, yellow poppy and jonquil!)