#bogflowers

[foliespaw]

Evergreen

[curiouscatalog]

From: Niles, Grace Greylock. Bog-trotting for orchids. New York : G.P. Putnam's Sons, 1904

QK495.O64 N6 1904

[elfyourmother]

I love Giselle! I rarely know what's going on like, plot or location wise because I know quite literally nothing about any of that, but she is *chefs kiss.* Her personality beams out of your writing so well that I can just kind of shrug off the fact that I have no idea what's going on just to watch her GO

I mean...you can always ask? I don’t ever mind giving context for things I write and any opportunity to gush about things for an essay’s worth of posts is welcome and frankly cherished.

But no one ever does, so it just leads me to believe that ppl just politely tolerate me going on abt her, in the same way ppl politely tolerate their toddler niece earnestly expressing her ideas abt mermaids while she’s got spaghetti-os smeared all over her face

and imma be real w u chief, it rly doesn’t help that i rarely get these kinds of asks unless I’m upset and crying abt the lack of interest/engagement w any of my creative content, so it just ends up feeling like pity. I don’t vent about these things bc I’m fishing for compliments or trying to guilt trip ppl into sending asks like this. I really don’t

I have to fight some very ugly and persistent voices in my head just to write anything a lot of times. I never had encouragement for creative work growing up. I had shit thrown out bc it wasn’t good Christian stuff and that was before I was harassed and abused by peers lol so like. I’m dealing with a lot here and the way ppl treat me like I’m a Social Justice Blog/shitpost generator doesn’t help. I don’t feel listened to or valued for anything other than performing like an organ grinder for ppl’s educations. I’ve straight up blocked so many ppl who were clearly only following me bc of some godforsaken rant abt fandom racism or w/e that went viral while my fic has gotten dusty crickets riding tumbleweed in the streets. ppl have no qualms reblogging personal posts abt depression that I put in all caps don’t reblog and simultaneously ppl fearfully whisper “is it ok to reblog this?” about stories I deliberately reblog 5 and 6 times so that they’re seen and ppl can read them

I’m not being ungrateful or calling you insincere at all. I just know that if I’m genuinely intrigued about something I don’t know anything about, I go diving into ppl’s tags abt it or I ask! like I didn’t have very deep knowledge abt ff xiv lore so I bought the lore books and devoured them in the course of a weekend. I know ppl are anxious I have anxiety and c-ptsd!! I literally experienced domestic abuse by fannish ppl irl over fannish things! I’m not gonna bite anyone’s head off if they wanna ask me about anything I write lmao I promise. even if ppl just want a link to profile pages bc they’re on mobile. I am more than happy to oblige. I would much rather answer even basic questions abt my OCs than the 900th “did you see about this traumatic racist thing that happened and what are your thoughts on it” ask

[scylla-apologist]

still letting fite cats rule my spare time

[lockawayknight]

@yellowfingcr said: "how long have i been asleep?"

from 400 dialogue prompts [accepting!!]

“Long enough I got a damned crick in my neck…”

Now that Heysel seems to be awake — gods forbid she be talking in her sleep… — Creighton shakes her off of his shoulder and rotates the joint a few times to unstiffen the pain shooting through his neck and jaw. Honestly, how much does a human head weigh? After this, he’s convinced that, whatever it is, Heysel’s weighs twice as much.

Despite his aching arm, though, he’s relaxed, content, and comfortable, sitting against a cool stone wall in this hidden little nook of Farron Swamp. The water is clear, the smell of bogflowers and moss is fresh, and he’s sitting in the sunshine with his best friend. Hard to not be in a good mood, really. It’s a wonderful day, and he’s in wonderful company.

Odd to think that, a couple hundred lifetimes ago, he once thought this funny little feeling called happiness would be unattainable…

Ah, but that’s a musing for another day. With most of the ache now gone from his shoulder, he leans back with both arms tucked behind his head, the sunlight warm on his naked face.

“Wha’ were ya dreamin’ about?” he asks, cracking an eye open to give Heysel a little sideways glance. “You were, y’know,” — he wiggles his fingers — “twitchin’. Fingers an’ toes. Kept scrunchin’ up your face. I ‘alf expected ya t’start swingin’ at me.” He pantomimes her attacking with her pick — a few spells, a few swings, complete with sound effects like, pew pew.

Hands then return to their spot behind his head. “Must’ave been pretty intense,” he says. “You havin’ adventures in your sleep, eh?”

[warriors-name-generator]

bogflower

[crystalzest]

@bogflowers

ADHD culture is saying “what?” when you heard the question someone asked you but… It didn’t fucking… Register… In the brain? And then you hear the question before they ask again and interrupt them when they’re talking because now you’re An Asshole™ who understands

[dandelionofthanatos]

bogflowers replied to your post: MY JOB IS NOT SIMPLE YOU ABJECT PIECE OF SHIT

Me @ every acquaintance who thought that just bc I work in customer service at the cable company that I magically have the power to lower their bill. Now I just straight up don’t tell anyone where I work

AAAAAA.

And the thing is I don’t even work in housing! AT ALL! I repair old-ass printed matter!!!!!

I just RENT IN TORONTO!!!!!!!!!!

and somehow to this person that means I’m an expert at rent in general wHAT

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[foliespaw]

Rootspring and Shadowsight hypokits?

So these have two kits: Creekpaw and Bogflower. They were born just after the ashfur battle and after Shadowroot had split up, so both fell under pressure of being "in the spotlight" so to speak.

Creekpaw has the ghost powers, but drowns as an apprentice. She was reclusive and inquisitive and the ghost powers were a bit of a nightmare to deal with. Like Root, she was pretty desperate for them to go away.

Bogflower just comes across as apathetic and generally sad. She has an interest in medicine but trained as a warrior with the goal of becoming a wallflower.

[elfyourmother]

I totally understand. I didn't see you as fishing for compliments at all. I just realized I've been inconsiderate in consuming your work without leaving feedback as I went and wanted to let you know how much I enjoy it! I'll try to be better about leaving feedback as I go - I tend to get so caught up in it that I totally forget! I have some pretty bad attention/memory issues and that's def a factor, but seeing how important it is to you, I wanted to let you know, even if it is in retrospect

thanks I really appreciate that, like sincerely

[elfyourmother]

I just started reading "Save the Last Dance" and I'm absolutely dying I love it!!!

😆

[elfyourmother]

Your writing is sooo good! I always read your stuff bc even being like... Totally lost on context it's still just got such a lovely... I want to say "voice" (?? Idk I'm not the wordsmith) that makes reading it so enjoyable!

aaaa thank you ❤️