#Zinnia kin

[nukenai]

"Fandom discourse" has reached a level where if you're like "hey man you seem pretty miserable and constantly starting fights about a television show with strangers, maybe you should pull back" then people are like "clearly you're only interested in surface level analysis of shows for babies and you've never deeply engaged with anything in your life! Room temperature IQ" and it's like

No man I just got other shit to do and you seem upset All The Fucking Time which is not how you should be about cartoons

I dunno man I'm already so tired I can't imagine doing this to yourself

[alw4ys-ch4ng1ng]

🌻 - Basic Info

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╭﹕‹𝟹﹕name : Jay/Val/Basil/Trixie | ﹕‹𝟹﹕age : Minor | ﹕‹𝟹﹕sexuality/romanticy : Bi and aroace | ﹕‹𝟹﹕gender : Pangenderless ╰﹕‹𝟹﹕pronuns : All pronouns

Extra Info - 🌻

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I enjoy drawing, writing, Omori (game), Omoriboy, Gravity falls, Warrior cats, Murder drones, Mouthwashing, MLP, Regretevator

I am a Basil, Daisuke, Curly, Trixie and Infected fictionkin! (Doubles are more than welcome to interact!)

Be warned that I probably apologize more than I should.

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Basic DNI stuff (Homophobes, Transphobes, racists, pedophiles, zoophiles, etc.)

Anti-endos

comshippers/darkshippers

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more userboxes are to be added

also hi if ur my mutual ily/p

@starfilled-galaxy made the working Basil spin gif :]

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🫂 - HEADMATE INTROS

🪶 - Zinnia, she/they/xey + bird neos, no source, crow alterhuman ♟️ - Nicole, she/her, sourced from C09 📞 - Sunny, he/they, sourced from Omori, has cat ears and tail 🐰 - HS Aubrey, she/they, sourced from Omori, can shapeshift into a bunny 🌑 - Stranger, they/them, sourced from Omori 🔪 - Omori/Calico, he/meow, sourced from Omori, catgender 🦋 - Haruka, he/they, sourced from Milgram 🌿 - Jayfeather, he/xe/they/web, sourced from Warrior cats, not alterhuman but a literal cat 🛍️ - Jecka, she/her, sourced from C09 🧺 - Mari, she/her, sourced from Omori, has cat ears and tail + wings 🌱 - Bad ending Basil, he/they, sourced from Omori but specifically the bad ending route 🥀 - Arum, he/they/it, sourced from Omori OTWF AU 🌵 - Kel, he/him, sourced from Omori 🐾 - Otwf Sunny, he/it, sourced from Omori OTWF AU 🌻 - HS Basil, he/him, sourced from Omori, dog alterhuman 🍁 - Aubrey, she/they, sourced from Omori 💛 - Cyn, she/xey, sourced from Murder drones, cat alterhuman 🎉 - Daisuke, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing, talks strictly in all caps 🎂 - Curly, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing ⭐ - Vei, she/they/it, OCtive, shapeshifter 🌙 - Luna, she/they, sourced from Cattails, not alterhuman but a literal cat 🔌 - J, she/tech, sourced from Murder drones 🌀 - Cyber, he/they/xey/cyber/virus/neon, technically not sourced 🕯️ - Lamplighter, he/him, sourced from One Shot 🌠 - Riko, they/them, factive, cat otherkin 🐟- Sebastian, he/him, sourced from Roblox Pressure 🦠 - Jimmy, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing, !! VERY CANON DIVERGENT 🦈 - Eyefestation, she/sight, sourced from Roblox Pressure 🍳 - Hero, he/him, sourced from omori 🩺 - Anya, she/her, sourced from Mouthwashing 🪓 - Swansea, he/him, sourced from Mouthwashing 🚀 - Spaceboy, he/they, sourced from Omori 🧷 - Loquacious, she/her, sourced from Omori 🌈 - Infected, several pronouns i forgor, Sourced from regretevator 💡 - Lampert, he/him, sourced from Regretevator 👑 - Stolas, he/him, sourced from HB 🪅 - Party Noob, they/party, sourced from Regretevator, also kins pinkie pie from MLP 🐞 - Pest, he/they, Sourced from Regretevator 🧱 - Wallter, He/him, Sourced from regretevator 🪵 - Mark, he/she/they, sourced from regretevator 💖 - Uni, she/her, sourced from Sparklecare hospital 🎨 - Unpleasant, All pronouns, sourced from regretevator 🩸 - Folly, She/her, Sourced from regretevator 🎊 - Prototype, Any, sourced from regretevator 🛸 - Gnarpy, Xe/they/it, sourced from regretevator 🍌 - Split, she/her, sourced from regretevator 🌸 - Cherrybloom, she/her, sourced from a friend’s oc 🕸️ - Scourge, She/claw/blood, sourced from warrior cats 🎀 - Jeremy, he/him, sourced from regretevator 🧪 - DrRETRO, She/her, sourced from regretevator 💔 - Ari, she/they, sourced from class of 09 😈 - Uzi, she/they, sourced from murder drones 🐇 - Jax, he/they, sourced from TADC 🪣 - Spud, he/any, sourced from regretevator

[tildeathiwillwrite]

Writemas Day 4: Caelum's Funeral

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Prompts: Aching | The sweetness of a song | "You've never looked at me like that before."

Fandom: Original Work

Words: 750

Tag List: (message me to be added or removed) @fourwingedsnake @whumperofworlds @pigeonwhumps @mr-orion @scaewolf

@the-ellia-west @agirlandherquill

CW: funeral, grief, death mention, arguing

The funeral for Caelum was agony. Thea refused adamantly to leave the casket, the black veil over her head the only thing hiding her tears as they came anew. She barely listened as Kore gave a speech she knew she would have found profound if she had the head to understand it. But they both knew she wouldn't, and Kore didn't blame her.

Most of the town gathered in the small church building in the square. Kore later said so many attended to pay their respects that many had to wait outside. Thea hadn't even noticed. The brief times her eyes were opened, they always focused on Caelum.

Kore had made the decision to cover him with a veil, but she had made sure his hands were still arranged around the bouquet of dried flowers resting on his chest. Black roses, as always prepared for the dead. Yellow zinnias. Smaller white flowers---stephanotis. Azaleas. Snapdragons. And a single black dahlia.

Thea held an identical bouquet. Traditionally, both flower arrangements would be fresh, and the spouse or next of kin to the deceased would keep their bouquet until the flowers wilted, signifying the ending of the mourning period. In the winter, however, such flowers were impossible to obtain fresh, and so the preserved flowers, kept stored for winter funerals, were used instead.

How fitting, Thea considered when she received the bouquet. Just as these flowers will never wilt, so I may never stop mourning.

Kore had been less than pleased when she saw the flowers. She didn't yell at the priest, but Thea remembered her tone being fiercer than advisable when talking with a clergyman. "Dried flowers? Really?" she had asked, words sharp enough to slice fabric. "Can't you find winter flowers? Camellias, maybe?"

Thea couldn't hear the priest's response, but Kore exhaled sharply and stormed off. She approached Thea a few minutes later, and Thea expected her to start ranting about the flowers, but her sister just stood next to her, gazing in silence at the coffin.

"How are you feeling?" Kore finally asked.

Thea swallowed. Her chest ached with hidden sobs, building up from pretending that she didn't want to throw herself over her beloved's corpse and wail. "I..." she whispered, voice catching in her throat, "I wish... I wish we could have put this off forever."

Kore touched her shoulder, making a noise of sympathy. "So do I. We can get through this, the both of us."

Thea could only nod.

Burying the coffin was like losing him all over again. Kore had to pull Thea away, the loud cries finally breaking free after so long.

Thea didn't remember much after that, only disconnected condolences, the chill of the snow seeping through her coat, and a few moments of the song during the burial. It was a sweet little hymn, one that gave Thea pause amid the tears to wonder if Caelum could hear it, to wonder if he liked that this particular song was chosen.

Kore never left her side. Even when they finally returned home, she wasn't more than a few feet away from Thea. She was the one to carefully arrange the bouquet in the window of Thea's house. To Thea, even the shadows seemed to mourn with her, darker than she recalled them ever being.

"...what are you thinking about, Thea? You've never looked at me like that before... you look haunted."

Thea tore her gaze away from a particularly dark shadow behind Kore and fixed her eyes instead on the small green book on the side table in the front room of the house. "Do you think reapers exist, Kore?"

"I don't know. I know you think one killed Caelum." Kore watched her warily. "Are you sure you want to be talking about this right now?"

Thea was silent for a long moment. "I want to go to Lerwick to see Altair."

Kore stared at her. "Why would you want to do that so soon? Can't you write to him instead?"

"I can't..." Thea searched for the right words, "I can't explain it. I just... he might have more insight."

"You're being irrational," Kore protested, shaking her head.

"Please," Thea whispered, "please let me do this. I understand that you want to accompany but you can't. You have your bakery, you have your husband."

"I..." Kore shook her head again. "Let's discuss this tomorrow, okay? When it's not late, when we're not both exhausted."

And she wouldn't hear any more on the matter until Thea agreed.

[greetingfromthedead]

5. Quiet Before the Storm

Series: Mermaid!AU Depth of Despair

Pairing: Vash x GN!Reader

Word count: 2.1k

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Your rendezvous continue. Each day, you start to wait for him by the rocks in the water. You watch as he climbs down, now taking the red coat with him as soon as he spots you on top of the cliff. The path he takes looks dangerous to you, and a few times you've had to hold your breath in fear as he clambers down the rock face. Vash warned that if the rocks are wet, he won't be able to climb them, but sunshine has graced your meetings so far. You end up spending most of your days together; he talks to you and asks about you, trying to understand your kin better. Sometimes it's just comfortable silence between you. He would lay down on the sand, the red jacket fanned out underneath him, and rest his head on his folded arms. Each day, it gets harder to keep your mouth shut. You want to reply to his questions, correct the misunderstanding he has, and ask about him. You want to trust him more than anything, especially when he starts to take his sweet time carrying you to shore and doesn't quite immediately put you down. Or when he sits closer to you, his eyes staying on you with a smile on his lips. You have to keep telling yourself to be cautious while your mind slips into comfortable familiarity. To you, your voice is a blessing and a curse, but for him, it would only be a curse. As soon as you'd say a single word, he would be under a spell. He would hang on to each word, hopelessly enchanted by the melody he would perceive. You don't want that, so you stay mute, keeping your tongue behind your teeth, and suffer in silence.

Vash always brings flowers with him. Each time he has pockets stuffed with greenery and colorful blooms, he would occasionally even have to keep some between his teeth while he descends the cliff. Every time he teaches you about them, he tells you their name and how they like to grow. He brings violets and chrysanthemums, irises and zinnias, bluebells and roses, sunflowers and carnations. Sometimes everything he brings is new, and sometimes you see already familiar flowers, like daisies and asters. He would put the flowers behind your ear or weave them into flower crowns. He is good with his hands and takes great care with what he makes for you. It seems to make him happy. He is so gentle as he puts the band on your head, pushing aside some seaweed and the wet locks sticking to your face. He likes playing with your hair, running his fingers through it absentmindedly as he brushes out some tangles, or making some braids into it to decorate your head with even more flowers.

Every evening, he carries you back to the water and waves you goodbye as you swim into deeper parts of the bay. He would wait until he saw your tail flip in farewell before heading back to the overhang where you sat together to fold up the blanket he wraps around you each time and leave it hidden away in a dry spot. He doesn't know that you would linger by the rocks and watch him climb up and then disappear over the edge of the cliff.

One hot summer's day, the wind pushes all the warm surface water into the bay. Vash does come into the water to you like he usually does, but instead of picking you up from the rock, he simply sits down in the shallow water with a smile. He stretches out his long limbs and lifts his bare feet out of the water, wiggling his toes. He beckons you to come closer as he settles in, and you slip down from your perching spot to join him. The rocks still hide you from most eyes if they look down from the cliff's edge, and you aren't too worried about being seen.

"Whoa, I never realized your tail is so long! It doesn't seem like that out of water," he says with admiration in his voice. "Oh, and you have extra fins and scales in water? Makes sense! I've never noticed before."

That's because I try to get as far away as I can before you can realize things like this. You think to yourself with a bit of sadness. You're still careful not to show him the more horrifying parts of yourself. You do not want to scare him away, so you dig your fingers into the sand to hide the claws and stay vigilant not to lay back too far to the point where your neck and face would get submerged by even some stray waves.

Vash sits close to you, but this time it was your choice. Your arm nearly touches his, and perhaps the current occasionally brushes the thin fin of your forearm gently over his skin like silk. He seems happy sitting in the water with you, his pants submerged and his shirt sticking to his body, with only the upper part still dry. He pulls up his knee, and it pops out from the surface. He leans his right hand on it as he turns partially towards you. There is a tender look in his eyes as he smiles, the sun casting him in a warm light and glinting back from the golden hoops in his ear. You admire him again—the brilliant blue of his eyes, the yellow of his hair, his fair skin, and his pinkish cheeks. He could be compared to a merperson and the spell they put mortals under. Sometimes you wonder if you're the one being fooled and lured in by some ancient magic.

"I hope you don't mind; I brought you a bouquet this time." He smiles and pulls out a beautiful assortment of flowers and foliage. "The frilly ones are stocks; the colors reminded me of your scales and how I have to say goodbye as the sun sets. The little white bells are lily-of-the-valleys."

You smile at him as you carefully reach your hand up to take the bouquet from his grip. You let the leaves hide the long talons, and you're grateful that his eyes stay on yours. You lean over the blooms and take a whiff. It's a mix of floral scents, but you can pick up the same overly sweet and sticky scent of magic that you can occasionally smell on Vash too.

Your hand closest to him is still buried under a thin layer of sand, but suddenly you feel something track along the knuckle of your pointer finger, and you can't help but wonder if it is his touch or just your imagination. You get your answer as his finger pushes underneath yours as if trying to link your fingers together, but you're too afraid that he will realize just how different you really are. You don't want to see the repulsed look on his face when he realizes the truth. You know it's wrong; you're allowing him to believe a fairy-tale about yourself—a mysterious, pretty creature with no ill intent—but the reality is a horror story—a creature from the deep sea, abominable and dangerous. It's just a matter of time before he finds out the truth, but until then, you want to keep the illusion for your own sake.

You pull your hand away from his as if you didn't notice his touch at all. You hide the long webbed fingers like you did with your other hand and keep them under the foliage of the bouquet Vash brought you until the claws disappear and they look human. You feel the guilt of deceiving him, but you tell yourself that this is the least monstrous option you could choose. You either imagined his attempt or mistook it as something it was not, as Vash looks unbothered, like there was nothing at all going on. His smile doesn't fade as he looks at you for a moment longer and then lays down in the shallow water. His face and chest stay above the surface, his arms fold under his head, and he soaks in the sunlight shining down on you from the cloudless sky. The waves wet his shirt, which sticks to his skin and takes on a pink hue; only the ruffles around his collar stay white. His blonde hair gets wet too and sticks to his scalp until another wave carries the strands with it. You remain sitting beside him, mostly keeping your eyes on the flowers but occasionally shifting your gaze to his resting form. You notice through the translucent fabric the scars on his skin, remnants of past battles and adventures, but mostly a reminder of the day when you found him nearly dead in the sinking remains of his ship.

Vash lazes the day away, the warm water lapping at his body and you beside him. Guilt weighs heavy on your heart as you remain rigid, upright, and nervous of revealing too much of your true nature to Vash. His words of adoration ring in your head as he speaks of you fondly. He praises your gentle nature and your beauty. You desperately want to reciprocate those words, but you can't bring yourself to open your mouth. You feel yourself sinking deeper into the situation. So quietly, he has won you over, filling your chest with strange feelings and your mind with overwhelming thoughts. So much for leaving everything here behind and looking for new waters to call your own.

Your fingers play gently with the delicate flowers in your hand that show no sign of wilting or tiring. You cannot help but wonder how much longer you can resist his charm and how long you can stay mute and pretend like you don't feel anything. You know you're deluding yourself. One way or another, he will have to see your true self if you want to get closer to him. And when that happens, he will see a monster and realize that all the old tales of man eating fishpeople are more than true. He will either succumb to your kin's magic or you will have to betray your kind to lift the spell from Vash's mind. Neither option is safe, neither for you nor for him.

Vash sits up, water dripping from his sopping hair and his shirt sticking to his body. He looks at the horizon and the sky above, which has taken on a peachy hue as the sun lowers itself. His smile fades a little, the corners of his lips stay up, but his eyes reflect sadness as you gaze at him before turning away again. He looks lost in thought, the weight of the world seemingly suddenly resting on his shoulders.

"It's already time. It feels like the days are getting shorter. How cruel." He sighs and turns towards you. "Hey, would you please look at me?"

His words are gentle and pleading. You don't find it in you to deny him, so you turn to face him. The sadness doesn't disappear from his face, but it's softened by a glint in his eyes. His fingers brush through your dry hair, pushing it from your face. He gently touches the seaweed in it and lets it move through his fingers.

"I know I cannot do it justice, but I have to at least try to commit every detail of you to memory. It's going to rain for a few days, and I'm afraid I can't come here until it clears up again. Forgive me."

You know he is right. You can smell it too. The scent of a storm sticks to the breeze. It will arrive during the night, bringing strong winds, rain, and thunder. It stings to know that you will not meet him here tomorrow; you won't even see the red coat hanging from a tree branch overlooking the bay.

As if compelled by something, you reach out your hand to touch his cheek. You've been craving the warmth of his body and the feel of his pulse against your skin. Your cold fingers cup his face, your thumb brushing over the birthmark under his eyes. For a moment, Vash's eyes widen at your contact, but then he leans into your hand, closing his eyes in contentment. You feel the heat rising under your touch, and a redness appears on his face and neck. His hand comes up to cover yours, holding it there gently before pulling it slightly away from his face, just enough for him to turn his face and press his lips against your palm.

"I will be eagerly waiting for the rain to stop." Vash says as he opens his pretty blue eyes again.

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[unetherian]

Ayo, Mr. Mime kin fella here :D

So, recently I had a weird dream. I can't remember anything, only the feeling that something was very odd and wrong. So, I listened to some pokemon music at work to calm myself down aaand "Dialga's Fight to the Finish" started to play.... Then I got striked with the wave of fear and anxiety directly at the head. "I should fight something I can't even remember and protect something I also can't remember, dear Arceus I'm so useless" was swirling in my head.

🤡👍

Well, at least I know for now where I should seek my answers on who I was. Also, I was finishing the Delta Episode in Pokemon Alpha Sapphire. There was character named Zinnia aaaaaand

"That is my... It is our duty."

"I have always turned my eyes up to the sky. When I was so full of uncertainty that I felt my heart might be crushed by it... When I was so grief-stricken and alone I thought my heart might break of it... I turned and looked up there... so that my tears would never, ever fall. "

My head was struck with another weird thought: "Sounds like I've said something similar long time ago". And yeah I felt myself anxious again 🤡👍

So, that's all that happened recently. Also I have an urge to bye myself cool ahh scarf. And slay some legendaries. And feeling myself scared and confused all day was not cool :(

Hi! :3

It must have been quite a strange and unpleasant experience indeed, I hope you are feeling better now. Not having the same daily life as your type can be a great suffering which I have unfortunately also experienced, I understand you. I'll give you some tips that might help you.

Maybe you could buy yourself a cool scarf if you haven't already and set yourself some goals that you can symbolize with legendaries? Or maybe sign up for a combat sport (if you want and if your body can handle it) that is close to the fighting style you are used to as Mr. Mime? Or create a role-playing game or board game yourself where you play as Mr. Mime?

You don't have to use all of this, of course, I'm not here to pressure you 😅

It’s not easy every day, species dysphoria. But I support you, and our communities support you too. You are strong 💪

Take care of yourself, it's important. Have a incredible day, bye !

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[mari--lace]

My Fics

Marvel Masterpost

Aspec Characters Masterpost

EPIC Masterpost

You’re alone! Athena + Then who? Odysseus

500w each | G

Yellow Rose Calypso | 100w | G

Camellia OdyPen | 100w | G

Merlin (TV): Refuge Arthur & Morgana | 1294w | G

Marionetta (webtoon)

Ivy Julia | 100w | G

Detective Conan

Hard to foresee ShinShiho | 490w | G

Marigold Shiho | 100w | G

Zinnia Ayumi & Ai | 100w | G

Lilies Ai | 100w | G

The memory of a talkative girl and an impulsive boy Akemi&Rei | 838w

The Promised Neverland

Cornflower Leslie | 100w | G

Nancy Drew

Snapdragon Platanchors | 100w | G

Kin (RTE)

She’s not scared Anna | 318w | G

Pandora Hearts

Not Leaving Vincent/Ada | 535w | G

Renegades

No Touch Nova/Adrian | 247w | G

[fictionkinfessions]

The two main ways I get memories are the following: 'Headcanon' that was my brain saying something Having a random fact blasted into my brain like I'm an Beholding avatar :/

The newest of each catogoy:

-Apparently I lived in Helscraft for a while, and for a least a few years, I raised Fundy there :D

-Bluebonnets, Yucca flowers, and Zinnias were the flowers me an Skizz made our rings out of, and then those flowers grew on his grave in LimL.

Kin Gods, why was it important for me to know that last part? - Etho

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[orcristwielder]

zinnia :   how has the loss of fallen comrades and/or loved ones affected your muse ?has it taught them anything or given them any new perspectives ?

• BOTANICAL HEADCANONS • / always accepting!

x. The loss of a fallen comrade or a loved one has affected Thorin in many ways. As they always say "people experience grief in different ways", Thorin bottles his emotions up to an extent. With the fallen kin during the Battle of Moria, he had cut his beard as a sign and dedication to said fallen comrades. With a loved one, he dwells - big time. His grandfather losing his head during the battle had caused quite the traumatic experience, leaving behind a terrible memory for Thorin to remember. It pushed him, in a sense, to take on the quest for Erebor - the deaths of his father and grandfather are what pushed him to make the decision in agreeing to taking such a task.

It has given him a different perspective of things. That no matter what happens, and no matter if something seems better: be thankful for what you have. To never allow your greed to cloud your judgement. And this may take Thorin a bit to fully understand, but this is what he learns.

@has-opinions

[froggykinz]

Dragoncore Loremaster Zinnia Aesthetic Board

Requested by Anon!

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☼ Make Me Choose...

Favorite Hoenn Character: Zinnia

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Lorekeeper Zinnia  stimboard with gemstones and space!

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[alw4ys-ch4ng1ng]

so not only is it possible i kin nicole but its also possible I have a nicole fragment?(i’m not sure about this one tho)

damn brain Zinnia isn’t even fully formed yet chill out/silly

[findinyourkin]

hi! i'm champion may from pkmn ORAS, pokemon omega ruby specifically. i'm looking for anyone who remembers me (except zinnia, because im also zinnia.) my starter was a torchic i named pecks! i also had a mightyena, vaporeon, electrike, skitty, & a maractus, all named. some info: brendan and i had a one-night fling before deciding Never Again, i eventually became hoenns first multi type gym leader, i was originally from a farm on johto, & i was much less dense than in source.

!!!!!!!!

[pkmnkinstuff]

Aesthetic for a lore keeper Zinnia who is in a relationship with trainer Brendan and whose starter is a Swampert!

Sources: (x)(x)(x) / (x)(x)(x) / (x)(x)(x)

[canonhollers]

hi! im zinnia from pokemon - specifically omega ruby. i'd love to talk to anyone who remembers me. trainer or pokemon! i visited... basically every region and remember a lot of people! id also really love to find my anabel, though. we met in alola (i helped with ultra wormhole stuff) and eventually dated. only person i dont really want to talk to is steven stone. im 21, so keep that in mind!🐉🌌

!!

[lovesick-level-up]

‘Right Person, Wrong Time’ Themed Diluc Flower Moodboard

... this was extremely self indulgent, i am so sorry lmao. am i going to explain where this idea came from? nope. let’s just say, this trope hits close to home.

feel free to use with credit! like or reblog if you save!

please do not tag diluc as kin on this post! thank you!

flowers can have multiple meanings, however, i picked these flowers for these specific meanings. these flowers are, in order:

belladonna (silence)

sweet pea (thank you for a lovely time)

zinnia (lasting affection)

red carnation (my heart aches)

cyclamen (resignation)

forget-me-not (do not forget me)

dark crimson rose (mourning)

butterfly weed (let me go)