#Words That Water Flowers

[happyheidi]

[snzluv3r]

What about an allergy denial scenario?

ask and you shall receive (six months later <3)

here’s my first attempt at a proper allergy denial scenario where you gift me flowers that i insist i couldn't possibly be allergic to as i apologetically sneeze all over them, not wanting to spoil such a beautiful gesture. lots of hitching and some very harsh sneezes

[weltonboys]

paper doll - flower face

[wisteriaphyte]

something to hold onto--

[cosmicfaeriewitch]

🪷🤍✨

ig: cosmicfaeriewitch

[autumnrory]

"Painting Flowers", All Time Low / "My House", Kacey Musgraves / "Home", Gabrielle Aplin / "The Words", Christina Perri / The King's Men, Nora Sakavic / "Home", One Direction / Crooked Kingdom, Leigh Bardugo / "Sweet Creature", Harry Styles / "Christmas Tree Farm", Taylor Swift / Aristotle and Dante Dive into the Waters of the World, Benjamin Alire Saenz

[rainmacaroni]

The Lost Butterfly Hashira Irene

[aria0fgold]

Thinkin bout my isat au now, I don't have much of an idea on it cuz tbf I barely changed anything other than well-- Odile is in pain now. Just thinking more bout scenarios that'd differ during the uhh... new loop+?????? How'd I even go about calling that new set of loops now?

Just that the most visible change would be on Odile who's now waaay more tired looking and a lil more slower than usual. So in a way her battle style becomes a lil bit like a glass cannon in that she hits HARD but takes time for her to get a hit in now. And as the loops go on, she becomes weaker on the defense department so she truly be a glass cannon. Odile also doesn't "level up" in this au too since she had already maxed her experience out, it's just that she's also slowly dying so to be fair-- Her exp is fine but her hp isn't and her lvl is being treated like a timer of her slowly approaching doom. So even if her levels lower, it won't really affect her experience and the spells she had already unlocked. To the Universe, she's still as experienced as a lvl 99 person, it's just that now she's becoming as fragile as someone lower leveled.

She retains her more powerful spells but using those spells would backfire on her and result in a recoil that ALSO hurts her, not as much as she damages the enemies, but a significant of her hp gets taken away still.

[icestory-is]

[unforth]

For the three sentence fic: wangxian or hualian, setting: in a garden!

Ah, thank you for sending a prompt! I might ultimately do both of these but all my Wangxian ideas were sex pollen so instead...

(Hualian, post-canon, fluff)

(definitely not three sentences. unedited.)

"Open your eyes." Hua Cheng's deep voice rumbled so close to Xie Lian's ear that Xie Lian could feel it as a tremble down his spine. For the barest moment, Xie Lian still didn't obey; his other senses were on high alert and even without vision he recognize how unusual this place - wherever it was - must be, for the smell was strong, beautiful, and achingly familiar. Xie Lian couldn't put his finger on what about it he knew, but in his bones, he knew this scent.

Xie Lian opened his eyes.

A field of pristine white flowers and bright spring-green leaves stretched out before them. The light breeze stirred the blossoms as they turned their faces toward the sun. There was an instant when Xie Lian didn't understand the significance of the field, but then the flowers' rich aroma combined with what he saw, and he gasped.

Once, centuries ago, these flowers had carpeted the fields of Xianle every spring.

Once, centuries ago, a small boy had left a single, picked bloom as a modest offering to the flower-crowned god.

Once...

…but…

He didn't know what these blossoms were called; when he'd been crown prince of Xianle, such a small matter had been beneath his interest. And after Xianle fell, these flowers had fallen with the kingdom: Xie Lian hadn't seen a single one.

This flower had died with Xianle.

"How...?" Twisting in Hua Cheng's arms, Xie Lian turned to see his face, meeting Hua Cheng's smug look what I accomplished, gege expression with one of wonder. "Where...?" Thoughts crowded to the fore in Xie Lian, but he could hardly bare to examine most of them, much less express them. "You should be careful gifting me property," Xie Lian finally managed, trying to keep his tone light. "Aren't you afraid I'll set it on fire again?"

Xianle burned in the spring, flames climbing into the sky, smoke obscuring the stars and moon as they engulfed the city, the farms, the fields and forests.

The lovely floral scent turned rancid as the flowers burned.

Trying to suppress a shudder, Xie Lian forced his expression into a smile despite his instinct to grimace.

"Stop," murmured Hua Cheng. Smile and grimace both were subsumed by confusion that Xie Lian expressed with a head tilt. "If they make you unhappy, you can express that. I don't mind."

"No," Xie Lian exclaimed more forcefully than he meant to. Allowing a tremble to course through him, he shook his head and repeated, "no, that's not it. They're beautiful."

"But...?"

"Why aren't you afraid that I'll set them on fire again?" Xie Lian mumbled.

"Because if it burns, it burns." Hua Cheng shrugged. Xie Lian blinked at him. "And after they've burned, I'll plant them again - again and again, every time. As long as a single bulb remains, the flowers can always be regrown."

"San Lang..."

"Isn't that life, gege?" Pulling Xie Lian closer, Hua Cheng wrapped his arms around Xie Lian's waist, tucked his chin onto Xie Lian's shoulder, laid a hand flat and steady and supportive on Xie Lian's belly. "Everything burns. It's what we do after the flames have subsided that shows our character."

"By that measure, I've performed pretty dismally," said Xie Lian with an awkward chuckle.

"By that measure, by any measure, you've survived, you've endured, you've rebuilt and rebuilt over and over again," Hua Cheng countered. "And you've always done it alone. You're amazing, gege. And whatever happens, whatever burns next, I swear to you: you'll never have to sift through the ashes alone ever again."

"Oh, San Lang." Xie Lian turned just enough to smear a kiss over Hua Cheng's cheek. "I love you."

"So much, always." Hua Cheng shifted to meet a second kiss with their lips; warmth and comfort and support glowed through Xie Lian.

A breeze stirred the flowers, their rich aroma filling the air.

If it burns, it burns.

The stalks rustled against each other, making a light, pleasing, soothing sound.

What can't San Lang and I rebuild?

Sunshine dazzled over the field, rendering the white blooms incandescent, the green leaves translucent, their shared embrace hot.

As long as he's by my side, what can't we do?

And together, they bloomed.

(send me an ask with a ship and a setting/trope/kink/genre and I'll write a ficlet that will definitely not be only three sentences but will hopefully be under 1k words)

[escargon]

there is something uniquely horrific about the self-censorship on tiktok resulting in a stark contrast between the content of videos of people desperately screaming for help, or advocating for justice and mutual aid and the comments being just wholly and completely different topics so the videos get the engagement and boost needed

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Guizhong (don't mind me re-dropping this with the fixed ones, shh)

[weltonboys]

bad astrology - flower face / the torn-up road - richard siken / paper doll - flower face / wishbone - richard siken

[hatredcurse]

How many years has it been since Suigetsu has stepped foot in this base? Had to at least be 4... 5... potentially 6 years. Who was he to keep count about shit like that? War ended, he fucked off to the other side of the world, back to the lands where sea salt flavored the air, the evenings were chilled by the vast ocean breeze, and there lingered this perpetual ominous that followed late-night bystanders into dark alleys.

But, unfortunately, one cannot keep the ' good times rolling '. The first year post-war and their little crew going their separate ways, Suigetsu indulged himself heavily on the freedom he was granted along with the pardons from technically going AWOL since his elder brother's death. Months roll on, Suigetsu got older, his brain developed, and eventually he found himself in the predicament that he was just... unsatisfied.

The swords, they were all gone. In fact, he started to doubt he really cared to have them that much to begin with. It was never about possession, it was about showcasing the strength to wield them. Although, he did manage to find and keep Samehada— it was a creature more than a sword that begged for company and he supposes he had to venerate his elders. Other than that, civilian life really wasn't all that it was measured up to be. Not that he ever dreamed of it, but everyone clamored over wanting it so terribly bad that he figured he would eventually grow to enjoy it as well.

Wrong, so very wrong.

Without any plan or forethought, he left Kiri, dragging his feet back to one place that was familiar. Whether or not it held inhabitants, he didn't care. He just wanted the memories to flood back and maybe ( just maybe ) it'll strike flint to stone and remind him his so-called ' true purpose '.

Only, whenever he entered this old beatdown lab, he didn't expect to see the lights on, and, he sure as Hell didn't expect to see that old fussy redhead inside.

" Oh, well, would you look at that, " he said, trying to strike a nerve from the doorway.

Though, he wasn't fully convinced that anyone was truly before him. Just an apparition of the past working through the same motions and if he closes his eyes, he will open them to a dark and dusty room without that acrid smell of copper mingling with the antiseptic solvent.

Closed starter — @xoverflowing-lovex

[somena-libra-dawn]

I wonder who this kid might be?

[cosmoboba]

if I collect enough of these bitches like chaos emeralds. I will no longer become the person you once knew and love. I will no longer have the ability to obtain any kind of sanity whatsoever. I WILL find you....and I will emerge from your oven at precisely 500 degrees at 4 AM sharp you motherfuckers better see my bitchass coming to you at full speed and I will squish your cheeks and call you babygirl(gender neutral)

1st art from @carlosoliveiras-wife

2nd art from @hiskee