#Tulip the Deer

[foxyk7]

have been doing some redesign in my free time

[tulipsnflowers]

Quick practice thing! I know she runs like a big cat rather than like a deer but let me have this

[iriswalrus]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

the feeling of being in love

──★ ˙🌷 ̟ !!

kiss me- sixpence none the richer

──★ ˙🍓 ̟ !!

♪ oh kiss me, beneath the milky twilight, lead me out the moonlit floor♪

──★ ˙🎀 ̟ !!

*ੈ✩‧₊˚༺☆༻*ੈ✩‧₊˚

[deneena]

animal and flower pixel icons i've made for a site <3

[dozudoggy]

🌻Flower Deer Adopts🌷

🌻They come with toyhouse links!🌷

🌻Kofi or paypal🌷

[lemongrad]

I was wondering why I was in such a good, productive mood for the past few days and then I saw these guys and realized "oh right, its spring and life is returning to the world"

[leftisthousewife]

The flowers looked so taste

[inkpadlover]

[egglereblog]

@tulipsnflowers

thinking about the character like

[wherekizzialives]

The Small Things Spreading Joy: March 2024

[tulipsnflowers]

Okay! Let me actually ramble for once, alright:

Let's firstly see about Deena, in n3.

I don't this will happen but I'll go insane if I don't talk about it:(features data mined dialogue)

Okay so, first of all let's just say something

I'm about to say a lot of accusations, but unless proven otherwise by JV himself, I believe Deena does really care about her kid. She does!

Her actions of trying to be edgy n badass in n2 are just because of the guild and to not get too attached (she failed that almost immediately). But she does care. It's seen in some of her sprites she's still Deena.

And after you defeat Vados she actually smiles! To you! And just in general! She doesn't ever smile beforehand. She cares, okay?

.... Now let me go into detail about why I think she's gonna be evil in the future.

First of all. She's the whole reason this whole thing is still running. If she didn't go against Omnicron who knows if Ulzar would've stood a chance. If she didn't help n1 protag their nexomon would've turned on them(Omnicron himself even says that she's helping in the second fight!).

In n2 she and solus are the only reason things are remotely okay. And she then dies for it.

Like, if we're going down this path then in n3 she's going to like, actually die for this cause. Speaking of which, JV is even hinting Solus might be dead in n3! Which! Deena my god-

So, that might be a bit of a sore spot, but now let me do something I don't usually do, let me show you an unused piece of dialogue:

This was gotten while data mining in n2 and it is translated in all languages

This text file is called "deena_tenebrae" or something the like, I thought tenebrae is a name but it means darkness.

Meaning this is a dark screen interaction, and the text file before this just says "You feel a dark aura surrounding you... " or something so this checks out.

Now! Now this. Deena. Deena do I need to call your siblings. Deena-

Elephant in the room, not even I know who this bastard she's talking to is, it says so nowhere and before anyone says anything I highly doubt she'd call her brother "sir", especially her younger brother

Deena, I think, would maybe, I dunno, say something to the whole "[Playername] pawn" comment. Ya know, as I already discussed.

... On top of that you're telling me that after doing this whole song and dance with Omnicron she would turn around and be like "Ah yes. Let me serve someone again this can only go well"?? I think she learned a lesson??

... Also what's with all the 'sir' mentions Deena. Blink twice if you need help.

What I am trying to say is this, I dislike this. This is one of those "She would not say that" kind of moments.

One of my friends mentioned potential mind control before of this and I-

... We did say Omnicron can control all Nexomon so that already exists in the world. And with the theme of Abyssals quite literally being controlled by their master

.... Mmmmm

[kikithefox231]

AAAAAAAAAA LOSING MY MIND?????

I’m thriving rn OH MY GOSH THIS IS PERFECT

jesslake meet-cute at starbucks

[pandapetals]

Gossip Session

The girls are gossiping about Mrs. Howlett when Logan overhears them.

professor logan howlett x professor fem!reader - established relationship (y'all married), cute, fluff, teasing, no y/n used, no reader description, your an english professor, logan is a history professor - imagine days of future past logan with the white streaks in his hair

read on ao3 or find more parts for the series: here

divider credit: @enchanthings

Rogue leaned casually against a tree, her arms crossed and a knowing smirk on her face as Kitty and Jubilee stopped walking and turned to her. The afternoon sun cast a soft glow over the garden, but the conversation between the three was anything but innocent.

“Let me guess,” Rogue said, cocking an eyebrow. “Y’all heard about that rumor.”

Jubilee’s eyes widened in excitement. “Oh, you mean about Mrs. Howlett?” She practically bounced on her heels, her voice dripping with playful intrigue.

Kitty’s mouth fell open in mock shock, her hand flying to her chest. “Wait, what ? There’s a rumor about her? Spill!”

Rogue rolled her eyes but grinned. “Apparently, some of the students are sayin’ she’s got Logan wrapped around her finger so tight he even started gardening. Gardening! Can you imagine Logan pickin’ out flowers and planting seeds?”

Jubilee giggled, doubling over slightly as she imagined it. “Oh my God. Logan with a little sunhat on, maybe some gloves. You think he talks to the plants, too?”

“‘Grow faster, bub,’” Kitty added, her voice gruff as she imitated Logan, sending all three into peals of laughter.

Unbeknownst to them, Logan was walking back from the greenhouse, a bundle of herbs and fresh vegetables tucked under his arm. He caught the tail end of their conversation and stopped in his tracks, narrowing his eyes. 

For a moment, he stood there, deciding whether or not to interrupt. But when Jubilee’s voice drifted over with, “I bet she makes him do it! Like, ‘Logan, go plant me some tulips,’” Logan couldn’t resist.

With a low chuckle, he stepped out from behind the hedge. “Well, ain’t this a nice little gossip club.”

The girls froze like deer caught in headlights, their laughter cutting off instantly. Kitty’s face turned bright red, Jubilee let out a nervous laugh, and Rogue smirked, not at all fazed.

“Logan!” Kitty squeaked, trying to recover. “We weren’t… uh… we weren’t talking about you. Or Mrs. Howlett. Nope. Not at all.”

Logan raised an eyebrow, stepping closer and towering over the three of them. “Uh-huh. So, I didn’t just hear somethin’ about me wearin’ a sunhat in the garden?” His gruff voice carried a hint of amusement, and the corner of his mouth twitched.

Jubilee couldn’t hold it in any longer and started laughing again. “Okay, okay! But in our defense, you were coming from the greenhouse just now. And we all know Mrs. Howlett has you on a leash. A cute leash, but still a leash.”

Logan scoffed, though his smirk betrayed him. “First off, no one’s got me on a leash. Second, you think I’d be caught dead in a sunhat?”

“I mean…” Rogue began, her Southern drawl playful. “If she asked nicely enough, maybe?”

Logan pointed a warning finger at her, but the grin on his face was unmistakable. “Watch it, Rogue.”

Kitty tilted her head, her curiosity getting the better of her. “Wait, so do you actually garden for her? Or was that part of the rumor made up?”

Logan sighed, rubbing the back of his neck as he set the bundle of herbs and veggies down on a nearby bench. “Look, she likes fresh stuff for cookin’. So, yeah, I planted a little somethin’ out back. Big deal.”

The girls exchanged glances, grinning like they’d just uncovered a juicy secret. “Aww, he’s blushing!” Jubilee teased, pointing at Logan’s faintly flushed face.

Logan rolled his eyes but chuckled. “Yeah, yeah, laugh it up. At least I don’t go around spreadin’ rumors.”

Rogue raised an eyebrow, her smirk widening. “Oh, we don’t spread ‘em, sugar. We just enjoy listenin’ to ‘em.”

Logan crossed his arms, giving them his best mock glare. “You’re all trouble, you know that?”

Jubilee stepped closer, her grin turning mischievous. “Hey, speaking of Mrs. Howlett… is it true she used to write poetry? Like, super romantic, flowery stuff? Someone said she read a poem to you once and you almost cried.”

Logan blinked, his jaw tightening slightly, but then he surprised them by chuckling. “Yeah, she does…sometimes. For the record, I didn’t cry. Just… got somethin’ in my eye.”

Kitty gasped, her hands flying to her mouth. “Wait, wait, wait. She does write poetry? Oh my God, that’s so sweet!”

Rogue leaned closer, grinning. “What’d it say? Spill it, Logan.”

Logan shook his head, his smirk growing as he backed away toward the mansion. “Nope. Not happenin’. If you wanna know, you ask her yourself. She writes all sorts of stuff. But good luck with that—she doesn’t tell me half the stuff I learn about her.”

Jubilee narrowed her eyes, her tone dripping with mock offense. “You mean to tell me you’re married to her, and there’s stuff you don’t know?”

Logan gave Jubilee a lopsided grin, his tone playful. “Marriage is a lifelong mystery, kid. And I’m just lucky she puts up with me.”

The girls burst into laughter, their amusement ringing through the garden as Logan turned to leave. Before he could, Jubilee called out, stopping him in his tracks.

“Hey, Logan! Did you know your wife has a question box in her classroom?” she asked, a mischievous grin spreading across her face.

Kitty immediately chimed in, doubling over with laughter. “Oh, he knows! I heard he even helped her answer some of the questions one time.”

Logan froze mid-step, glancing over his shoulder at them. His brow quirked in mock suspicion. “Yeah, I know. It’s her clever way of getting the students to ‘focus.’” He folded his arms, though his smirk gave away his amusement. “What about it?”

Jubilee leaned forward, her eyes glinting with delight. “Oh, just that… some of the questions in that box are about you .”

Rogue raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Did ya know the kids asked her what you do to make her blush? Or what her favorite thing about you is?”

Logan’s smirk faltered, replaced by a mix of curiosity and slight embarrassment. “What’d she say?” he asked, his gruff voice dropping a notch, though he tried to sound casual.

Jubilee and Kitty exchanged mischievous glances, dragging out the suspense. “Well,” Jubilee began, tilting her head dramatically, “she said you don’t even have to try to make her blush—just the way you look at her sometimes is enough.”

Logan blinked, his rough exterior softening for a moment. He wasn’t expecting that. “She said that?” he asked quietly.

“And that’s not all,” Rogue added, stepping closer, clearly enjoying the moment. “Did ya know she leaves little notes for the students who seem upset? Kitty said she caught her leaving a note and a snack on a student’s desk after class one day. The kid was smilin’ all week.”

Logan’s eyebrows lifted slightly. “I… didn’t know that,” he admitted, his voice softer now. “But I should’ve known...she loves her little notes.”

“And!” Jubilee added excitedly, bouncing on her heels, “Did you know she asked Hank to set up a whole telescope lesson for the kids just because she overheard one of them say they liked astronomy? I mean, who does that?”

Kitty grinned, crossing her arms. “Oh, and remember that time you had a crappy week? She totally reorganized her schedule just so she could bring you lunch every day, but she didn’t tell you. She told Jean she didn’t want you to think she was fussin’ too much.”

Logan rubbed the back of his neck, his smirk returning but tinged with something softer, something deeper. “You three been keepin’ tabs on her or somethin’?”

“Logan, we’re girls. We notice things,” Jubilee said with a grin. “And don’t act like you’re not smitten. You’re practically walking around like a lovesick puppy half the time.”

Logan scoffed, his gruff demeanor kicking back in, though it was half-hearted at best. “I ain’t smitten. I’m just… lucky.” His gaze softened as he looked toward the mansion. “She’s somethin’ else, isn’t she?”

The girls nodded in unison, their teasing giving way to genuine smiles. Rogue patted Logan on the arm. “She’s a keeper, sugar. Not that ya didn’t already know that.”

“Damn right I know,” Logan replied, his voice a quiet rumble. He glanced back at the garden, then toward the mansion where he knew you were probably grading papers or planning a lesson. After a beat, he gave the girls a sly grin. “You three keep gossipin’ all you want. Just don’t tell her you spilled all this, or she’ll never let me hear the end of it.”

Jubilee laughed, rolling her eyes. “Please. She’ll probably blush and call you ‘tough guy.’”

Logan smirked, shaking his head as he turned toward the mansion. “Yeah, probably.”

As he walked away, Rogue called after him. “Hey, Logan, don’t forget to tell her all this! Women like to hear it, ya know!”

Logan raised a hand in acknowledgment but didn’t turn around, his heart swelling at the thought of all the little things you did—things he hadn’t even realized. For the rest of the day, he carried those new pieces of you close, already planning how to make sure you knew just how much he appreciated you.

[writing-in-glitter-pen]

This Garden You've Grown ❀

Wriothesley catches you where you shouldn't be, little did he know, you were just the right person, in just the right place.

wriothesley x fem!reader II fluff, romance

part two ♡ part three ♡

"I'll need you to come with me, miss."

You whirled around, a basket full of perfectly bloomed tulips clutched in your hand. Before you stood a large, burly-figured man, dawning a set of spiky cuffs and a grim expression. You recognized this man as none other than Wriothesley---Duke of the Fortress Meropide. But what did he want with you?

All you had been doing was enjoying your time in your favorite spot outside the city---a small plot in a lush expanse of fields you'd made your own personal garden; growing all sorts of plants, including the pretty pink tulips you'd just been harvesting. You'd found this place a handful of months ago on a stroll outside The Court of Fontaine's grounds---needing a break from city life. It was so easy to get wrapped up in the buzz of the bustling streets and forget the beauty of nature. You'd decided it was a waste to leave a perfectly fertile field unused, so you began your garden.

...that you were now being arrested in.

"Excuse me?", you asked politely, needing clarification as to why he wanted to take you away.

"You heard me, don't make this difficult.", the duke had an irritated look on his face, like he was reprimanding a bratty child that knows better than to do what they did.

...but really you had no clue what you did!

You frantically squabbled to find your words as he descended on you---his strides slow but covering much more distance than your quick, short legs could as you scurried backwards away from him. Once he reached grabbing distance from you, preparing his cuffs as his large hand gripped your squishy bicep, you managed to squeak out, "but what did I do?" as he dragged you to him.

For a moment, he haulted his actions, holding you against him and taking in your genuinely perplexed, even fearful expression. Had you really not known what you were doing?

"You're trespassing on restricted grounds.", he clarified.

Your face paled.

"...I am?", you asked, panic rising to your throat.

He nodded sternly, "These grounds are property of the city, common folk are not allowed to enter without licensed permission,", he leaned over slightly to peer into your basket, "even if it is just to pick tulips.".

Your mouth fell open as you looked between your basket and Wriothesley, whose intimidating attention on you was beginning to make you feel suffocated. All you could manage to come up with in your anxious brain frog was, "Oh...". Your mind was screaming---you couldn't go to Meropide, not over this!

The clear horror and confusion in your eyes, paired with how you'd begun to shake in his grip stilled him. Normally, this is when criminals would start pleading for their freedom, making bribes to circumvent the law, but you just froze like a deer in headlights.

From where he stood, it appeared that you'd been knowingly stealing properly-grown-goods from a city-owned field with the possible intent to sell them; but the innocent expression on your face told him otherwise. If selling your stolen goods was truly was your intent, you wouldn't relinquish them without a price. So he decided to run a little test.

"Maybe, if you offered me those tulips, I could look the other way.".

He braced for your bartering, your indignance or anger...

...what he didn't expect was your forlorn expression; how your eyes became heavy as you looked down at your flowers, your poor lip quivering as you held out your basket for him to take without hesitation.

A criminal wouldn't relinquish their goods so readily, and they definitely wouldn't look so broken hearted over something they'd merely stolen.

No, these flowers were special to you.

In any other case, he wouldn't have hesitated or cared about motives when prosecuting a trespasser...but something about you moved him.

His hand gingerly covered yours and pushed your basket back to your chest.

"I can see these are important to you, and you have no ill-intent, but you're still breaking the law by coming here.", he looked dissapointed---you were a perfectly good person, and you'd looked so happy before he showed up; you didn't deserve this.

You quickly nodded, hope in your eyes as you squeezed your basket tighter, "I'm sorry! I won't come back!".

The duke let out a long sigh, but nodded---satisfied with your answer. He felt guilty for ruining your fun, he hadn't known you'd get so scared over something so minor. He wished he'd handled you more delicately. "Don't go taking anything else from the field...but you can keep the flowers you picked. I won't tell.".

There was hesitation in your eyes as you looked up at him cautiously, "...you're sure?".

"Of course. I couldn't deprive you of something you clearly love so much.". Though his words were kind, his stern expression did not leave his face---maintaining his rough law-man exterior so as not to look soft in the face of crime.

"Thank you..." you said, your voice almost like a whisper as you touched the soft petals of the flowers you'd nurtured to full growth, then looked back at the rest of your field sorrowfully. This was a goodbye to your project---to the little respite you'd made for youself outside the city.

His eyebrows furrowed, you looked like your house had just burnt to the ground before your eyes. There had to be something he was missing.

"...if I may ask, why would you risk trespassing in a restricted area just to pick flowers? Did you think you wouldn't get caught? Or did you just not care about the rules?", you felt the rumble of his gruff voice in your chest---having just realized you were still pressed right up against him.

You looked down bashfully, half from your proximity to the dashing, rugged gentleman, and the other half from the admission you were about to make.

"...I wasn't aware this area was restricted...I'd actually planted this garden quite a while ago. I've been coming back every day to care for it ever since.". You were nervous that the details of your situation that you were disclosing might get you into greater trouble, but you couldn't just leave your garden with no one to care for it---at least if you're honest, the city might hire someone to nurture it in your stead, rather than just leaving it to die.

If you looked closely, you could see a twinkle of realization in the duke's eyes, though he masked it well.

"...I see...", not only did you not intend to tresspass, you weren't actually stealing either. All of this garden, save for the ground it is planted on, belongs to you. "I'm willing to make an exception for you, but in the future, make sure you're aware of the laws and regulations before you enter a restricted area.".

You nodded obidiently, something Wriothesley approved of in criminals, but made his heart twinge with guilt seeing a person with good intentions like you comply out of intimidation.

"I understand, sir. I'll vacate immediately."

You'd begun to step away from him, but he easily pulled you back, drawing your concerned gaze. You wondered if there was something else you had to do to right your mistake; was he going to have you tear up your beloved garden as well? That would truly devastate you.

He was quiet for a moment as he looked on at your lush garden and weighed his decision in his mind. Then, he looked back down into your innocent, breathtakingly adorable eyes and spoke, "...you may continue your gardening as long as you don't expand it. Don't go past the tilled land.", he pointed the boundary out to you, "Understand?".

His eyes widened as he met your gaze once again; he didn't think your eyes could get any prettier, but the way they glittered in excitement had his heart doing summersaults---and your pleased smile filled him with a sense of accomplishment.

You nodded gratefully, it was like he'd just given you the world, "I understand. Thank you so much for letting me keep it."

With that, he nodded curtly, then turned to leave; he didn't want to bother you more than he already had.

But before he could exit the grounds, you piped up, "...would you like to see what else I'm growing?".

You'd caught him by surprise; he slowly turned back to face you, taking a moment to process the question, before nodding, "Sure. Love to.". That sense of accomplishment once again bloomed in his chest as his simple agreement to be given a tour of your project brought the brightest smile to your face.

You quickly ushered him over, looping your arm through his to tote him from destination to destination; pointing out the various plants you'd been growing and telling him about each and every one.

"These are cherry heirloom tomatoes; they're a little more citrussy and sweet than regular tomatoes, and obviously, they're teeny. I like putting them in salads.", you picked one off the vine and held it up for him to try. He inspected it for a moment, before cleaning it on his shirt and popping it into his mouth. His eyes lit up as the taste hit him---these were really good. Better than anything he could buy at the market, that's for sure. You continued on with your little tour, "This is lavender---it smells wonderful.".

He chuckled at your interesting collage of plants, "the tomatoes I can understand, but what's with the lavender?", he didn't find much point in growing anything inedible in a garden.

The sun perfectly illuminated your rosy cheeks and cheerful smile as you beamed up at him, "The smell helps me sleep, and sometimes I like to dry bundles of it and give them away as gifts.".

His expression once again became thoughtful and judicial before he replied, "If you have trouble sleeping, then by all means, grow as much lavender as you want. But you can't go giving them out to the public.". He felt guilty for suddenly imposing all these rules onto your passion project, but it was his job to maintain order. You didn't oppose, only nodded in understanding.

"Ok, I won't give any away...", you reached down and picked a few vibrant purple, fully bloomed sprigs, then sinched them together with a little roll of twine you keep in your gardening basket, "...but would it be ok if I gave you some?". You outstretched you hand to him, head tilted as your eyes almost begged him to take the gift.

You were such a sweetheart.

"...you don't have to, but if you really want to give me some lavender, you can..." he carefully took the bundle from your outstretched hand---his fingers brushing yours in a way that made your cheeks turn pink, "I won't refuse.". Your eyes widened in surprise when he flashed you a wolffish grin, this was the first time his stoic expression broke. You were dazzled.

You found yourselves admiring one another in silence; you were infatuated with his smile, he was infatuated with your kind, gentle expression. For a moment, it felt like both your hearts were beating as one---racing together through your chests...and you two were standing awfully close for strangers.

You'd lost yourself so completely in him, you didn't realize how long you'd been standing like that. Once you came to your senses, you shook your head right and looked away from him shyly as you found your words, "If you put it in a vase beside your bed, it'll help you fall asleep...".

He continued to admire you as his grin became a softer smile. No one had ever offered him lavender as a gift before, and your desire to help him sleep peacefully touched him, even though it wasn't a problem he struggled with.

"Thank you. You really didn't have to do that."

The duke's mind was practically spinning with new emotions. You were pretty, sure, but your sweet nature, your compulsion for compassion, your friendliness to someone who is not only a stranger, but had nearly been an assailant not too long ago, reached deeply into him and practically claimed his heart just as you had claimed this garden.

It was yours now---because of what you cultivated in it.

Your smile really couldn't get more wonderful, but the doting look you gave him made him sigh contentedly.

"I know I didn't have to, I wanted to! You've been so generous with me, I want to be generous with you too..."

Wriothesley, who had never been in love before, wouldn't have guessed that a single meeting with a stranger could make him fall so hard. He had only just met you, but he felt like he'd been searching for you forever, and in a way, that means he's already known you longer than anyone else.

If he could stay in this garden with you forever, he would, but he had important duties that demanded his attention. Regretably, he had to take his leave.

He flashed you one last charming smile before parting with you.

"Thank you...I won't forget this.".

He felt like he had to assure you; like promising he'd keep them was promising he wasn't going to let you go. He cherished the grateful smile you gave him, and with one last wave, he departed.

...he'd have to patrol this area more often.

[gothicprep]

I wish deer were my friends. if any deer are reading this, I think it’s really funny when you guys eat peoples tulips and they get mad about it.

[cassandragemini]

tangentially related side note: the vast vast majority of unintentional fairy sightings are usually children. adult fairies are very adept at stealth and 9 times out of 10 if you see an adult fairy its because they want you to see them. but lots of kids are just kinda clumsy or impulsive and can get caught pretty easily which is why they’ll get warnings like that about making it clear when they dont want to be touched

fairy + human interaction isnt like explicitly forbidden in my oc world but fairies generally dont like it due to the inherent power imbalance. adult fairies are about 6-7 inches tall and its extremely easy to accidentally injure a tiny person even if you have friendly intent so the vast majority of human interactions occur while a fairy is in a human disguise. that being said there is some established social etiquette when it comes to humans or currently-human-sized fairies interacting with fairies. picking up someone unprompted is viewed by fairies as deeply infantilizing and insanely disrespectful even if someone has good intentions. the bigger person is expected to hold out their palm flat on the ground (or whatever surface a fairy is standing on) and allow a fairy to step on it at their own pace. lots of fairies explicitly tell children that its okay to say no if you dont want to be picked up because it is unimaginably terrifying to be 7 years old and suddenly grabbed by someone whos basically 80 feet tall from your point of view. you can only just kinda scoop someone up unprompted if youre extremely extremely close (as in lovers + direct family members + very very close lifelong friends)