#flower punk fanfic

[silent-raven13]

I'm Hobie Brown and...

Every so often when a new group of Spider-heroes come in, some of the original Spider-heroes would introduce themselves. One who is always the loudest one to start off the controversy with Miguel O'Hara.

"This wanker had the whole Spider Society chasing after a fifteen year old boy about four or five years ago!" Hobie spoke to the new comers, "And he's still running this place."

"Wait, a 15 year old boy?" A new Spider-woman with a West African pattern designs around her suit asked being confused at the leader of the organization.

"Brown!" Miguel pinched the bridge of his nose, "How many times do I have to tell you to stop bringing that up?"

"Not until, this place goes down under, mate! We as a Spider-people shouldn't have to follow rules, and order!" The punker swing from one part of the office to another. "We are to break the system, not follow who does this and that!"

"Ohhh!" The young Spider-heroes awed, some even taking notes.

Miguel shake his head with his eyes widen, "Wait, wait, don't write that. What are you guys doing? Don't listen to him! Este pinche cabrón!" Already giving up from Hobie's annoying introduction.

Miles came into the office holding bags of lunch, while sipping his slushy. He didn't have his mask on, "Whoa, looks like he already got the new comers into him, huh tio?"

"Morales? What are you doing here?" Miguel looks over to find the nineteen year old standing by the platform.

"I brought lunch for Gwen and Pav!" Miles holds one of the bags up in the air. "Where are they?"

"Over here!" Gwen uses her web to get the bag and pulled up to the ceiling. Miguel and Miles looks over to find them sitting at one of the edges talking.

"When did you guys come in?" Miguel asked out loud, "This room isn't for hanging out! It's a place of business, to group and prepare for missions! Ay, DIOS ayúdame!"

"Yeah. Yeah. Yeah! A place of "business"." Pav rolled his eyes under his mask with air quoting, "We get it, Miguel! This place is our new favorite spot, now!"

Gwen laughs along Pav, "Yeah, dude. We like the vibe here. Ohhh, they gave us extra Crab Rangoons!" She peaked in the bag to find extra items, "Yum! I was so craving for Chinese food!" The two walks over to one of the bulky vertical walls to sit and eat in peace.

"And I don't believe in ruthless dictatorships under this organization!" Hobie's voice rings their ears.

Miles could only laugh at his boyfriend's long rants against the hierarchy and government. Miguel placed his hands on his hips with his head down, "Miles go get your novio before I pop a blood vessel."

"Come on, tio. You know, he does this all the time. You should get use to it." He giggles hearing his boyfriend's voice, his lips part away from his plushie, "See, almost done."

"Morales." A warning from the Big Boss.

"Okay. Okay." Miles turns toward the group and said out loud, "Mi amor, I brought lunch!"

"And that's my cue to leave, mates! I hope you all learn about the conspiracies of this place!" Hobie got up on one of the tables and swing over to his boyfriend. "Hello, luv!" He took off his mask to give Miles a big kiss on the cheek, "You got our food."

"Yup, Indian today! I got the curry you like with some garlic naan." His boyfriend happily said.

Pav said, "It better be authentic Indian!"

"In this cafeteria? How?" Gwen snorted at him.

"Huh, true! Nevermind!" Pav shouted out loud.

Gwen leans over at Pav without her mask on, "Hey, you know what will be funny?"

"Ohh, what?" Her friend leans in to listen her whispers. "Ohhh, that's a good one!"

The wavy haired Spider-man spoke out, "Hey Hobie! Did you even started your intro? You forgot to mention you don't like the AM or the PM!"

"A la puta madre! NO! Don't you start, Brown!" Miguel was about to give his own explanation about their caused.

"I almost forgot." Hobie grins widely loving making Miguel pissed off.

"Bae, we're supposed to have lunch together." Miles pouts having to sway side to side to at least help his boss from his boyfriend's long rants.

"I will. Enjoy with Gwen and Pav, Sunflower!"

"Miles, come up here!" Gwen quickly said having her hand gesturing him to come up to where they are sitting.

Miles climbs up giving an apologetic look towards Miguel. The older Spider-man could only sigh from frustration. The nineteen year old Spider-man sat next to his blond friend, "What's up?"

"You know, how Hobie likes to claim he doesn't believe in a lot of stuff... so I got this idea." She giggles.

"Huh oh." Miles grins, "What kind of thing your pulling?"

"Nothing. I swear, this will be fun!" Gwen leans over to whisper in Miles' ears.

"Ohhh, I see." He smiles widely.

Hobie stood on a table beginning his intro, "I'm Hobie Brown, when I’m not playing shows, antagonizing fascists, staging unpermitted political action slash performing art pieces. OR, having a laugh at the pub with the mandem. I'm not a role model, I was briefly a runway model. I hate the AM, I hate the PM, I hate labels!" He kicks off some items on the tables only to piss off Miguel more. "I'm not a hero, because calling yourself a hero makes you a self-mythologizing narcissistic autocrat! Like this gentlemen over there!" He eyes on the leader of Spider Society.

"Pinche pendejo!" Miguel mutters lowly, saw the new-comers were writing everything down, "Don't write that down!"

"So you don't believe in labels?" A Spider-man asked wearing a tobe with his own Middle Eastern designs.

Another one with a nerdy voice spoke up wearing a futuristic Cyber-Punk Spiderman outfit, "Yeah, you hate all labels!"

"I. Hate. All. LABELS."

"Really!" Gwen spoke up out loud, "All labels, mate?"

"All, Gwendy!"

"Even if I say if this is a chopsticks?" She holds her chopsticks

"Yup!" Hobie said proudly, "I can say those are forks! I don't believe in none. None what's so ever."

"Not even if I say the sky is blue!" Pav asked out loud.

"I can say it's Red!" Hobie said as a matter of fact, "All about being chaotic. Keep stirring the pot." He wasn't aware of his boyfriend standing next to him with his hands behind his back being adorable.

"Even if there's a police caution tape?" Gwen asked out loud.

"I'll rip the bloody thing off! No one can tell me what to do! I am Hobie Brown!" Hobie spoke up, "Not gonna let a pig tell me what to do or say!"

The new Spider-heroe 'Ooohhhed' and 'Ahhhed' at him seeing how inspiring he is to be his own Spider-man. That's something they need to work on. "No, don't listen to him. He's only saying this to start trouble." Miguel began.

"But that's what a dictator would say." A new-comer Spider-man said slowly, they all were eyeing him.

"I like this lad's way of thinking." The punker chuckles lowly seeing how annoyed and mad Miguel looks. When he turns around to go to eat with his friends, he blinks in surprised to find his boyfriend next to him, "Luv, what are you doing down here?"

"Bae..." Miles's lips twisted into a wide smirk, "You said you hate all labels."

"Yes, luv. You know this."

"But," He cutely pouts with his bottom lip popping out a bit more, "that means you don't believe in us. So we're not in a relationship?" Having fake tears! "You think of us as nothing?"

The new-comers all went, "Ohhhh."

"No! No, luv! I never meant it that way." Hobie said out loud with worried going over to hug him.

"But-but..." Miles frowns, "That means you don't like it when I called you baby or mi amor?"

"No, I do! I believe in whatever YOU SAY, luv." Hobie said having to comfort his boyfriend.

"Really? So if I say the sky is Green?" Miles asked innocently.

"The sky is green!"

Miguel rolled his eyes, "Oh brother..." He thought to himself.

"And if I say we're in a relationship?"

"We are in a relationship, Sunflower!" Hobie picks up his boyfriend in bridal style, "Only my darling Sunflower words matter to me." He kisses Miles' cheek.

"So you do believe in labels?" One Spider-person said.

"Only what my Sunflower says! I'm Hobie Brown and I'm in a happy relationship with my boyfriend, Miles and the sky is green." He kisses his boyfriend on the lips. Miles giggles with that response while their friends laughs.

[chamuk0]

🌻Punkflower flowershop au🎸

• So I write this instead of doing my homework, whatever.

This is my first time writing fanfiction (or whatever this is) on here.

Also, english ist not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are some mistakes, I'll be gratefull if you let me know them.

I think that's all, hope you like it

🌻🌻🌻🎸🎸🎸🌻🌻🌻

So. Basically, Gwen already knows that Miles is gay (or bi, you say) and she is like, totally supportive with him and everything, they're besties.

The thing is Miles likes sunflowers, like, a lot. And he likes to have them on his room window, but as he has no one to give them to him, Gwen suggests they should go buy some at the new flowershop that has just opened omg.

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Then there's this super cool guy working at said flowershop, all bored, skipping through songs on his walkman, resting against the counter when he hears the shop door bell sound. He lift his gaze and his eyes meet two costumers, looking too much at the little guy with baggy clothes and headphones around his neck. He loocked cool and cute. Hobie was too busy staring at him that forgot he was supposed to help the costumer.

Then he acts and walks closer to them, asking if they need some help. Their eyes meet and Miles could feel his face getting hot, he wasn't talking. How cute.

A grin threatened to appear on Hobie's face.

Then Gwen came to Mile's rescue "Yeah, he was looking for sunflowers"

Hobie looked at Gwen then, breacking the eye contact and Miles feel his feet hit the ground again.

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Once their bouquet is almost done, Hobie is putting a "to: from:" card on it and asks "who's this for?" And before Miles could ask him to not put that, Gwen answers "Miles"

Hobie looks down again and writes the name. They pay and head out.

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Almost two weeks had happened and neither of the two boys could get the other out of their minds.

So miles decides to buy sunflowers again.

He puts on his bright red Jordans on and leaves without forgetting to take his headphones and jacket. He's walking down the street, his hands are all sweaty and he could feel his heart beat faster and faster as he got closer to the flower shop.

He opened the door and his gaze went to the counter, expecting to see someone specific, someone who seemed not to be there. He turned on his heel, about to leave, what was he doing? Why he even came here? What was he-

his thoughts were interrupted by a pair of hands on his shoulders.

"you leaving already, without any bouquet? not the best customer"

And then his face was hot again, and there were also some butterflies in his stomach. Miles tried his best to look up and meet Hobie eyes again, and despite his stutter he managed to get the flowers he wanted.

The bouquet was almost ready, Hobie is again putting the label, then, trying to play it cool and not look too interested, asks "to Miles again?"

And Miles loves the way his name sounds when he's saying it. He just nods and watches Hobie as he writes it. Then he pays and he hands him his bouquet.

"so" Hobie finally decides to ask "is he your... boyfriend?"

"Are you saying you think I'm gay?" he asks with an incredulous smile, God his smile.

"Am saying I hope you're gay. And single" Now there's a grin on his face.

Their hearts are beating faster, their eyes locked to each other's.

"That's my name, y'know" Miles finally says with a wide smile and Hobie smiles too.

[siriannatan]

Prep & Punk - Flower Husbands

AU by @vyeoh, it's really cool and stuff and all their art is really good

AO3

[Treebark thingy from this AU]

Jimmy would literally rather be anywhere but where he was now. In Scott's bedroom. Trying to focus on maths. With only him and Scott in the whole house. Completely unable to focus.

Why was Jimmy spending his weekend with Scott and not Grian and Joel? As much as studying wasn't a 'bad boy' thing,  almost failing most his classes was apparently even less so. So their math teacher assigned Jimmy a tutor - Scott apparently volunteered to spend his time trying to get some information into Jimmy's head. He had no idea why after their last rather messy break up and the whole Tango thing... jimmy tried really hard to think about geometry and not that. It wasn't all that hard. But quite frankly focusing on anything right now was a bit difficult.

In the past three months, he spend pretty much ignoring Scott's existence he forgot about a certain habit Scott had. He liked to wear skirts. Not a bad thing in the slightest. Jimmy was all for everyone wearing whatever they wanted. He, Grian and Joel had their leather jackets. Cleo, Scar and Bdoubs their weird old people shades, and Tango and his friends had their ties. Scott and Martyn had Pink. The capital 'P' is not a typo. Literally every Wednesday the two showed up in pink. And back when Jimmy was dating Scott he himself would wear something pink to fit Scott better. 

Grian and Joel still poked fun at him for that.

No. The skirt was neither nothing new or a problem in itself. The problem was how much of Scott's legs it exposed, making Jimmy's brain unable to think about anything but that. And suddenly realise he's missing Scott. But who could blame him? Scott was damn pretty and smart and... just Scott. And that maybe his marks were better when he'd sit around Scott and Martyn - very unhappy that Scott would explain everything to Jimmy at least three times - studying. Jimmy was no Grian or Joel, just hearing about a thing during the class was not nearly enough for him.

A sudden flick to his forehead had him looking up at Scott's face. It was no less distracting than the skirt. "Eyes up here Jim," he chuckled and Jimmy felt a weird pang. He never called him back when... "Have you heard a single word of what I just said?"

"Juliet's potion only made her look like she died?" Jimmy tried to scrabble together something they talked about in the past hour. He instantly knew he was wrong by the sigh Scott let out.

"We're at maths, Pythagorean theorem," he said but did not sound the slightest bit angry. Just a bit disappointed and maybe sad. "You didn't use to be that bad, Jim, no matter how short of a skirt I wore in the past. What happened?" he asked, pushing some hair off of Jimmy's face.

Jimmy just shrugged. He was not about to admit he didn't really study without Scott there. "I don't know," he shrugged instead and tried to focus on the pale pink, full of colourful side comments and sticky notes page of Scott's notebook. Scott's notes were always so clear and easy to understand. Jimmy sat through more than one session of Scott working on them and technically understood how it worked but was still beyond impressed. "I guess I was busy with other things..."

"I know I'm probably the least 'bad boy' person you know but you know you can always come and ask me if you don't understand something?" Scott sighed, leaning back and gently kicking Jimmy under the low table they were sitting on a fluffy carpet by. "I know you probably like Tango better... I can see when I've lost but... I don't want you to fail school. Not when I know you're smarter than that," he said, looking away from Jimmy, all slumped and sad and Jimmy felt mildly like a jerk.

He broke Scott's heart with a damn text. Managed to stay together with Tango for only like a month until they both realised they are too different. And then spend two more months avoiding Scott and admitting his own feelings. And throwing all the studying Scott practically dragged him through away... "No... Me and Tango... We weren't all that compatible... Not that way. He's cool to hang out with but most of the time I have no idea what he's talking about, it's damn hard to keep up with him..."

"Jim... please don't..." Scott protested and pounded the table. Glaring at Jimmy with teary eyes.

"I'm not," Jimmy stopped him and gently took his and in both of his. "I've spent three months being an idiot and I'm frankly done with that. I missed you. I missed carrying your bag. I missed you leaning on me when there are no free chairs or we're stuck in a line. I missed sitting silently while you study. I even missed Martyn's grumbling. But mostly I missed listening to you talk and just being around you... I missed you Scott," Jimmy really hoped he managed to express what he just realised. That his grouchy and angry phase was just him denying he was missing Scott playing with his hair and playing with Scott's hair. "I miss you so damn much..." he added, barely a whisper, not daring to look away from Scott for even a second.

"You promise... you promise it's all true and nothing but?" Scott sniffed, staring at his held by Jimmy's hands. 

"I do, Scott," Jimmy nodded. He was never so sure of anything he's ever said.

"So it'd be okay if I said we should have a break and maybe a nap?" Scott asked with a pout.

Jimmy had nothing against a break and a nap. Maybe ended up texting home he'd be staying over at Scott's and not at all telling Grian and Joel where he was the whole weekend. And maybe Scott wore Jimmy's leather jacket the whole Monday. And maybe there was a bright pink hairpin in Jimmy's hair.

[hobiesgender]

Guys, punk flower nation

Can we have sapphic punk flower? I can just imagine that it’s it would be a masterpiece, sapphic punk flower, mwah chefs kiss

Please, if anyone wants to make either fan, I’d even cosplay if somebody does Fem miles Morales cosplay, I am willing to cooperate with fem hobie cosplay

 Fan, fictions, fan, art, playlists, head cannons aus just tag me in it I’ll give you all the permission to do this I need more because I just thought about it randomly as I was walking around preparing for my hobie cosplay soul thank you for listening to my TikTok, and I hope you all are encouraged to make some 

[marauder23]

Oh no… did I make a rebel girl playlist for this fic too? The way this story is TAKING OVER. 🎵 Playlist LINKED 🎵

[fluffyspaceball]

✨Ok this headcannon is for all those punk flower shippers ✨

Y'know how whenever hobie is around Mile he turn a pink shade because of his universe? What if because Miles can turn invisible, everytime Hobie says something attractive or flirty Mile just goes invisible. Like straight up disappears. Just imagine.:

M:hi Hobie

H:oh Ello luv

M:*turns invisible and run away*

H:👁️👄👁️

🩷I love it. Someone please make this a fanfic.🩷

[vrisrezis]

Can I get some headcanons for 1-A with a s/o that loves flowers? Like they garden them and gift flowers to their friends a lot.

I’ve been loving your writing, keep it up ��

WAAA <3333333

Izuku thinks it’s really cute, he loves receiving flowers from you. For your first date though, he was unsure if he should get you flowers or not, he knows you love them but … what if he gets really bad flowers?

Todoroki thinks it’s sweet. You remind him of a gentle flower, so the fact you like flowers so much only fuels that idea in his head. He gets you flowers for every date you guys go on.

Bakugou seriously cannot fathom that he’s dating somebody so different from him. His friends still make fun of the fact he’s destroyed many flowers without a though and you treat them like your babies.

The first time you gifted tokoyami a flower he knew he was in love. It was a black petunia, and it filled his black heart with so much warmth. He thinks it’s really sweet.

Iida appreciates any flowers you bring him. In his eyes it’s how you show appreciation and gratitude towards others so he always accepts your flowers in full. Mina always cracks jokes about how in love he is with you, to be so willing to cover his room in flowers for your sake.

Kaminari loves flowers too fun fact. His parents own a flower shop of their own, just a fun headcanon. Anyways, totally starts giving you nice flowers as gifts as well! You two are adorable :)

Kirishima gets teased by his moms a lot, because he literally calls them everytime to be like “y/n gave me another flowers” “AWWWW” he just starts gifting you flowers to pay you back for it but he cannot help but wonder if the flowers are even… good by your standards? Hard to tell.. honestly

Aoyama goes out his way to give you a rose, everyday. He starts doing this as a way to woo you, but it ends up just being a habit of his. And you as well to give him a pretty rose. It’s honestly weird if the two of you don’t give eachother a rose.

Shoji thinks your interest in flowers is sweet, he’s secretly fangirling over it. Also fan girls the first time you gift him a flower but he manages to keep his cool around you :) very hard to do though, believe him.

Ojirou doesn’t ever say this outloud but man he thinks you’re super adorable, loves any flowers you give him, even if he acts kinda .. shy about it. He ends up buying you a little flower pin for you to wear.

Sero is too nervous to buy you a flower that isn’t to your liking, but appreciates any you plant for him. Likes spending time with you by helping you plant, but he fucks up the process occasionally.

Ochako thinks it’s neat, she makes flower crowns with you everytime you guys hang out. It’s fun. Makes you a flower bracelet and necklace while she’s at it as well.

Mina always tells you how cute she thinks you are, she makes it a habit to wear flower dresses on your dates, just so you’ll pay extra attention to her and make her feel extra confident !

Jirou can’t help but feel like this is some delinquent x innocent flower person fanfic. Even though she’s not even a delinquent.. lol it’s the punk rock aesthetic isn’t it. She loves you very much she just can’t help but feel like she’s in such a cliche trope. She doesn’t mind though.

Momo has tons of money so she just… buys you tons of flowers. Buys you nice flower dresses (if you don’t like dresses then a masculine version lol) you two buy flowers for eachother a lot at this point lol. She also offers to help you with a flower shop, if you wanted.

Tsuyu thinks it’s sweet, always gets red in the face whenever you decide to put a green flower in her hair. She does the same to you as well, you guys are the cutest.

[gamergirlbonestaskforce141riot]

(Bad, lousy, no good) renders III

Bathtub

Nak and Riot

Sexy Keegan again

New squad

Lastochka Squad mugshots

Domestic Bliss (consequences of pregnancy) - Happily ever after

Petra

Riot and Zhar sniping

Soft mornings

Soap and Gaz basketball game

Heart hands

Price and Ghost: office break

Nikolai fixing an heli

Tired sergeants

Price slapping Makarov

Soap being a little shit (ft. Ghost)

Laswell is tired of your shit

Blazer

Grizzly x Florrie

Riot and Ghost braiding her hair

Caught in the act

Pillow Princesses masterlist

First meeting

Mini Mactavish

Eyes

Gaz and Zhar

The World is Dark

The Wolf

Boudoir Queens

Sun will always rise

He was a punk, She did ballet (and was a punk too)

Watchers

Introverts extroverting

Slow dancing

Riot and Gabi: Cartagena II

Watching the game

Cuddlebugs

Fanfic's one year anniversary

She walks in beauty

Here stands a man

Alex Keller in a suit

Riot and Nak selfie

Bitch is back

Collared

Beach scene for #codvacationmod challenge

Ghost and Riot at the beach

Underwater peace

Underwater bliss

Gaz NSFW

Price NSFW

Soap NSFW

Yoga failure

Nikolai, Mini and Anya

Zhar and Anya

Petra and Anya

Ghost, Riot and Anya

Beach shenanigans

Move your body

Zhar and Riot

Captain Orca fanart

Orca and Riot meeting

Vega

The Wolf in me

Fantasy AU

More Fantasy AU

Nak and Krueger

Picnic

In the future

Price and Ghost fishing

Fantasy AU Nikolai

Fantasy AU Riot

Universes colliding

Boxing ring

Riot and Nak

Meeting the family

Wet shirt

Ol'kha and Calliara

Civilian AU

Bitter mirror

Nikolai

Mr and Mrs more-issues-than-Vogue

Birthday gift for siilvan

Mine

Venezia

Beach shenanigans

Nak and Krueger

Best of friends

Fanart of valiants period AU

Flowers for Riot

Light studies

Birthday gift for nrdmssgs

Badass Lt. Chariot for @temeyes

Awesome people I

Awesome people II

Filthy thirst pics

Viking AU

Gaz and Chariot

[igwmd-sghtkmt]

This is the Voting Post!

Alright, if you're here from A03, skip ahead to the 'read more'.

As for everyone else, I am currently writing an Undertale Au fanfic on A03 called 'If God Wants Me Dead She's Gonna Have To Kill Me Twice'. You don't have to read the story for this post to make sense, but I definitely recommend it!

The poll under the cut is for my readers to chose a new story I will be starting and uploading! If you wanna vote just for fun, feel free to! and If you found out about my story through this post, be sure to let me know! I love seeing new fans!

Onto the Poll!

Story #1: You, a human, run a popular florist shop in the heart of Ebbot City. Your adopted monster son, Mawce, and his girlfriend, Violet, help you run the shop and take care of your two cats, Bud and Root. You get a large order for a wedding and when you deliver it, you decide to visit the brides and give them both a special bouquet of flowers that represent luck and a happy marriage. Unbeknownst to you, you catch the eye of a few particular skeletons. Too bad they don't speak The Language of Flowers.

Included AU's: Undertale, Underswap, Farmtale, Underlust,

Story #2: You own and live above a punk bar in downtown Ebbot. You're mainly a bartender while your only two employees, BP and Fuku, cook and serve food. Your bar is one of few who are fully accepting of monsters, due to this most of your patrons are monsters. You greet every one with kindness and open arms. Once night, an unlucky skeleton gets drugged in your bar. You take it upon yourself to ensure they get home safely. Unbeknownst to you, this action will have massive consequences. You can only hope they are good.

Included AU's: Underfell, Lustfell, Swapfell Red, Horrorfell, Echotale

Please reblog so more people see it!

[savethegrishaverse]

We’re back with our next round of prompts Third Army! This week (January 14th to January 20th) we want to talk all about “resilience”. The theme of always coming back, the theme of making things our own.

We will never give up, we will never die out. And to aid that we are going to give out prompts and boost content about our Grishaverse, and we need your help! Come join us, send us your fanfics, post your art, and make sure to use hashtag #Third Army so we can see each post!

Writing prompt: "Genya felt like a statue as she sat at the head of the council room's table. She felt marble and cold and distant, but David's hand was across the table and out of her reach. She was alone here as she prepared to give her speech, but she had to do her best. She had to make the Triumvirate proud and win over the councilmen of Ravka, lest they continue to claim Nikolai a monster."

Writing prompt: Why not make an “incorrect quotes” post for Shadow And Bone! It can be a modern social media AU or a text post from the canon era, whatever you prefer!

Writing prompt: It’s a staple in the fanfiction community, but for good reason. Take your favorite ship and throw them in a “flower shop right next to tattoo parlor business rivals” AU! 

Art prompt: We've seen Dan Zollinger's art of the Saints, now draw your favorite Saint in your own style.

Art Prompt: Kaz says he will tear Pekka down “Brick by Brick” - let’s see that again, but with literal building bricks! Reenact a scene from Shadow and Bone/Six of Crows in lego form!

Photoshop challenge: Jesper says that maybe he likes Wylan’s stupid face - let’s photoshop that “stupid” face on all sorts of different things! The more bizarre the better!

Photoshop challenge: Let’s practice tailoring with Genya! Give the Shadow and Bone characters makeovers - maybe the Darkling is going through an emo/punk phase (it’s not a phase Baghra) or how about giving Alina a nice cottage-core makeover. Maybe even give Inej a kpop idol dream aesthetic!

Mixed Media challenge: Some of the iconic Crooked Kingdom book parts made it on screen, but not all of them! Why not draft up a gifsets/art/edit to show a Crooked Kingdom scene we haven't had on screen yet?

Video edit prompt: Compile together your favorite highlights and quotes for a "the Shadow and Bone cast once said…" video edit!

Question/Answer prompts: In the Lives of Saints, we learn to apologize and forgive - among other things. We also learn to stand our ground. Never apologize for campaigning for what you love, but maybe we should at the very least send an apology message to the poor Netflix social media managers who got caught in the crossfire of campaigning?

Every week I want to ask people to share happy/hopeful stories about Grishaverse and the campaign. Let’s talk about the friends we’ve made, the kindness in the fandom, and any moments of hope we can share to keep our spirits strong!

[silent-raven13]

Quenepas!

(If ya'll never try Quenepas/Mamones/Mamoncillos or in English term Spanish Limes, ya'll are missing out. They are so good! 🤤)

(Warning: Hobie 18 and Miles is 17 and they do a bit of touching. I put a warning bc I know some readers don't like reading high school stuff like this. You been warned.)

"It's amazing my brother was able to find a whole bulk of Quenepas!" Rio smiles widely having one of her favorite fruits in the sink to wash them, "These are amazing healthy snack for you papi!"

Jeff saw the two large boxes of Spanish Limes, "Wow, there's a lot of these things. Are you sure we can finish this?"

"Mi amor, I've been carving for these for the longest." Her small baby bump shows her three month pregnancy. "and they are a way better snack than your donuts."

"You know, not all cops like donuts." Jeff pouts at his wife.

His wife side eye him, "I know you eat at least five of those Dunkin' donuts. You need to start watching what you eat! You're gonna be having another kid and you need to be able get old till you're eighty!" She went to fix her husband's Chief uniform, noticing his tie being off. "You have to be ready for this long journey." She smiles.

"I know. I know. I'll pack some." The middle age man said having to rub his neck, "But will that cancel out a burger?"

"Jeff! How about a salad! Look I already pack your lunch." She handed him, his lunch bag, "The doctor said you need to watch your cholesterol and blood pressure. Less fat, and more greens."

"Awwwe, but is burger Wednesday!"

His wife gave him the death glare that made him shut up real quick. "Okay, Salad Wednesday! I'll eat all this, baby. Love you." He nervously said giving a kiss on the cheek. "Your always right."

"That's what I like to hear!" She smirks widely in approval.

Miles came out of his room being surprised from the boxes of his favorite fruit. "Whoa! Tío brought all these! Yummy!" He happily went over to the clean batches to take one, he first bite around the hard peel then pop the round fruit to suckle on it. "Mmm, so good!"

Quenepas are these green oval balls covered in a thin layer with an orange transparent pulp wrapped around the seed inside. It has a sweet citrus lime taste perfect for the summer, it's refreshing and addicting to eat by its unique flavor. Miles love them so much he tends to eat most of the bag without a thought. It's so delicious that him and his mom always ask their relatives to buy bulks in areas around heavy Puerto Rican/Latinos fruit sellers.

Luckily Miles' uncle was able to find a good deal with two boxes full of Quenepas! Now, he can eat them without worrying about leaving some to his mom. "Mmm, these are so good!" He hops up and down finish suckling the pulp leaving the seed, spitting it out to throw it in the trash.

Rio happily eats one, "These are better than the last bulk. Your tío knows how to pick them. Now, I'ma take some for work. Miles, there's leftovers from last night and pizza from Thursday, okay? If you want to order food tu papà left money on the table."

"Twenty five dollars, right here, son!" Jeff put the cash on the dinning table.

"Okay, thanks dad." Miles smiles being happy he's all alone today. The perfect Saturday, where he can be Spider-man for the day and night just chill.

"Okay, I gotta head to work. See you guys later. Rio take it easy at work. You're pregnant remember." Jeff kisses his wife on the cheek.

"I know. I know." Rio laughs then kisses her husband's cheek. "Bye, mi amor." Then she went over to give Miles hugs and kisses, "Bye, mi vida. Mi bebé!"

"Mamí!" Miles getting his mother's kisses being smothered.

"Be good, okay! Also lock the doors and don't go to the fire escape!"

Miles rolled his eyes. After his parents left, he ate his breakfast and finished his report early. Then he went to spend all day as Spider-man, fighting off some villains here and there. It was a simple day, when he got home he took the twenty five dollars to put in his wallet. If he doesn't order anything with it, his dad let him have it for safe keeping.

The seventeen year old got a bowl of his favorite fruits to enjoy for the night. "Gonna watch some Full Metal Alchemist with some chips, soda and Quenepas!" He happily skips over to his couch and grab his remote to turned on his television to put on his stream. He sips on his soda, "Mmm."

He wore a white tank top with some lime green shorts being barefoot with his hairy legs kicking back and forth. "Mmm, these are so good." He suckles on his favorite fruit.

Unaware of someone coming inside through Miles' fire escape window, with heavy thick combat boots stepping inside with a heavy thud. Miles relax in the living room watching his favorite show and texting Ganke about the episode he finished. "Episode was dope. I'ma try to finish the season tonight."

Ganke texted him with a smiley face. The figure walks carefully not triggering Miles' spidey sense, but his other senses, "Baby, what are you trying to do?"

"Awe, I thought I was giving you a scare, luv." His punker boyfriend pout at him.

"Your boots always makes a loud sound. I'm Spider-man for a reason, bae." His Sunflower's doe eyes looks up at him with a small smirk on his face.

"Yeah, you're right. And you possibly knew I was coming by, huh?" Hobie jumps over the couch to sit next to his cute boyfriend. The cushions bouncy up and down making Miles move his bag of chips away from his boyfriend's side.

Hobie grins widely as he lay on his Miles, "Duh, you're my boyfriend. I know, you always want to visit me whenever I'm free or my parents aren't around." His cute darling smirks at him while eating an odd fruit.

"Darling, what are you eating?" Hobie asked being confused.

Miles set his empty glass bottle of cola on the ground, his mouth suckling the sweet citrus fruit, "Quenepas!"

"What?"

"Quenepas! Oh right, that's what Puerto Ricans call these. Um... I think Central Americans call them Mamones." Miles pointed out, as he let Hobie hold the small oval shape fruit. "They're like little gum balls."

"Yeah, and you call them what? Queen-Quene-passe?" Hobie tries to pronounce the word. His fingers hold the fruit like a piece of gem to study it.

"Quenepas! Jamaicans called them, Ginep or Guenepa."

"Ooh, I've heard of these before." Hobie heard it from his childhood friends that use to visit their relatives in Jamaica. "I never tried them."

"Make sense, these are mostly from the Americans. You wanna try it?" Miles asked.

"Yes, luv. How do you eat it?"

"Easy. You just do this," His boyfriend put half of the oval shape fruit in his mouth, he snuck his teeth hard enough to rip open the thick leather-like cover. "Then, you just open the half part." He uses his mouth to take off the peel to reveal the pretty pulp. "This is the pulp, the good part and it covers the seed. So you just pop it in your mouth and suck on it."

"Suck on it?" Hobie's face froze, he turns pink thinking of dirty thoughts.

"Yeah," His boyfriend being naive as always with his honey-brown eyes glued on his show. "These taste like sweet limes. So good. Try it!"

Hobie hold his fruit in his hand to do what Miles did. First, he bit around the peel then pull it away. His dark eyes saw the light orange pulp covering the seed, his mouth opens wide as he pops it inside.

Miles watches his boyfriend's eyes lit up by the fruit. "Good, huh?"

"Luv, these are delicious. It got that bitter taste to it from the lime, too."

"Right, it gives it a nice flavor!" Miles spit the seed out of his mouth to put it in a separate bowl were all the discarded seeds and peels went to. "These are one of my favorite fruits."

"Mmm," Hobie spit the seed out of his mouth letting his tongue tingle by the sour sweet taste of the fruit. It's delicious, but not as delicious as watching his Sunflower suckling on them. The way his beautiful plump lips pucker as he eats the fruit. This gives Hobie an idea, a delightful idea that a wide smirk spread on his face.

"Sunflower, these are good, but I want to try something with these?" The eighteen year old punker hold another fruit quickly opening the peel to put the fruit in his mouth.

"What?" Miles face his boyfriend being caught off guard by Hobie's lips. "Mmmm!" Honey brown eyes widen when he felt his boyfriend's tongue and the Quenepas rolling around between they're tongues.

"Mmm," Hobie groans as he got on top of his Sunflower as they have a heated make out.

Miles' cheeks felt warm being bashful, almost turned on as his tongue plays around with Hobie's. They were still in the beginning of their relationship, so tongue kissing isn't something Miles is good at. He's still shy about their heated kisses and hand holding, because he believes Hobie can do so much better without him.

Their first kiss wasn't as romantic as Miles wanted it to be, because of his lack of experience Hobie gave him a peck on the lips. From the beginning all they did was a simple kiss on the cheek or hand hold, all because the Black Latino isn't use to anything else. This made him more upset with himself, he wants to prove he can try new things instead of being coddle or treated like a delicate little flower. He wants to be daring, sexy and pleased his boyfriend the same way he does with him.

Their tongues play with the fruit having drool coming down their corner of their lips, the sweet taste of the fruit gave a euphoric pleasure running through their bodies. "Ohhh," Miles groans in the back of their throat, "Mmm."

"Mmm," Hobie purrs, letting his tongue flap around his pretty Sunflower's delicious mouth. Their plump lips suckle on the fruit letting their tongues push the seed back and forth. The sounds of their lips smacking got their bodies hot, their lower region a bit harder.

Miles' tongue was a bit weaker, more submissive than Hobie's dominant mouth. His boyfriend is hungry for him, so hungry, Miles could hear his heart beating rapidly. Their Spidey senses kicking high gear, it's nothing they ever felt before.

They could feel it trying to bond with one another, understand each other without saying a word. It's like their Spider senes are communicating based on instincts. Miles' eyes met dark beautiful brown eyes as if they were trying to understand that each other in a much deeper level. They could feel their Spider senses clicking after Hobie gently let Miles take over their kiss.

Click.

Miles'a own hands pulled Hobie into that deep kiss again, this time his teeth nibbling on his man's bottom lip. Their Spider senses now in tune. "Mmm!" They felt their cheeks warm, Miles' eyes being teary from all the feel good pleasure and want from his partner. His legs wrapped around Hobie's waist, letting his hips grind against him.

The punker's hands gripping on couch trying to support himself while Miles' hands wrapped around his face. They keep kissing till they felt the need to pull away. "Mmm!" They both moan again, the sound of the couch and television play in their ears.

Their teeth would nibble a bit of their lips and tongue. Miles felt Hobie's teeth sinking in a bit harder making him shiver with delight. That feels good. The young teenager tries to copy every movement to get better at kissing, he was tired of pecks and small kisses. He wants this.

When Hobie finally pulled away to catch his breath, he could feel his crotch hard, his breathing heavy. Their tongues left a trail of salvia as Miles lay his head on the couch with his teeth holding the seed. The sight of the young Spider-man's swollen plump lips being wrapped around the seed was to tempting for Hobie.

It made him want to do something more. "Hobie..." Miles muffled his words.

"Luv?" Hobie leans over to kiss his cheek, "I overdid, didn't I."

Feeling Hobie's warm breath on his left ear made Miles shudder again. "Mm-Mm." He shook his head. Their bodies were needing each other, they were begging to go further, but- There is always a but, Miles wasn't ready.

Hobie can tell his precious Sunflower is nervous. After all, this is their first time tongue kissing like this. "Miles..." He finally said before he sat back up to help his Sunflower sit back up.

The seventeen year old spit out the clean seed in his hand, he felt bashful, again. "Hobie, we kissed!"

"We always kiss, luv."

"No, we... tongue kiss." He shyly said, "My lips feel weird." He touch them feeling the soft soreness, it doesn't hurt.

"Heh, did you like it?"

Miles turns to him, "Hobie, I wanna kiss like that again!" Then he pouts, "But its okay we only take it slow."

"Sunflower," Hobie's hand caress his beautiful boyfriend's cheek, "You can take as long as you want."

Miles' eyes gleams with love, he quickly took another Quenepas with the peel off. Popping the fruit in his mouth. Then tackle down his boyfriend for another kiss. "Your mine, Hobie Brown!"

"That's what I like to hear, luv." Hobie purrs as they kiss again.

Ever since that day, Quenepas had became Hobie's favorite fruit.

[kaihuntrr]

FLOWER HUSBANDS FIC: Coral Reefs and Cigarettes (working title) Prologue designs!

ALRIGHT! Hello everyone, in this post I’ll be sharing (and talking!) about the development of my multi-chapter fanfiction flower husbands au, based on @vyeoh ‘s punk x prep au! I’ll be starting off with the characters we meet in the prologue; the divorce quartet!

We open the prologue at the tail-end of last life, aka one of their school years. I wanted to focus on this, as while the fanfic is on the re-budding relationship between Scott and Jimmy, the side plot focuses on friendships, and of course, the friendship in mind are on the Divorce Quartet.

Without further ado, let’s take a look at these designs!

(I used a more simpler style so I can get these concepts across!)

The designs of the Quartet as a whole are supposed to mimic their soulbounds/ besties and with each other! I wanted each of them to have a distinct style but also keep them connected. It’s a tough challenge (considering I always do fantastical designs) but I think I did pretty well!

Moving unto them individually, I can talk about their character and designs! Starting with

Scott S. Major.

The richest and smartest kid in school

Has a reputation (family) in the area

Studies marine biology + gardening

He’s usually sweet, but approaching him is a nightmare. Imagine a Regina George-type character but a lot more sassy and open with his remarks

He loves to spoil his friends

DESIGN

Cold colors with a red and gold contrast

Keepsakes of his “alliances” (important relationships) as accessories (Jimmy’s poppy, Pearl’s moon necklace/belt chain), has yet to receive something he could use from Cleo and Martyn

Feminine outfits + heels are a go-to for him (is still a bit short)

The preppiest looking one out of the four

His body type is petite! (He’s still the dominant one in the relationship tho)

Pearl Moon.

The “newest” of the four (a nod to her being introduced in Last Life)

Has been friends with Scott before high school online

Art student

Loves studying the stars/ constellations

Lanky and tall

DESIGN

Muted red tones with a dark blue and green contrast

Heterochromia eyes

Lesbian + graphic design is my passion pins (from Cleo) on her polo shirt (mimicking Scott’s blazer(?) )+ moon hairpin (from Martyn)

Hoodie has a wolf skull on it ;)

moon/star-inspired makeup (done by Scott!)

Cleo Zombie

The one who hypes up the chaos/ also the most grounded

Could kill you, doesn’t hurt a fly

Not entirely sure what they’re studying

Sportsy! Probably basketball

Interested in zombie-type fiction

DESIGN

Green (mimics Martyn) with blue and orange contrast

Nonbinary choker and pendant + dog tags from a relative

The most “jock” out of all of them, the black shirt has a ribcage design

Blue orchid from Scott, jacket from Martyn, piercings from Pearl (well, scheduling them to get it)

Large/ bulky

Martyn I. Woods

The friendliest and most sociable

Theatre kid (obviously), loves the dramatic

Jokester/ class clown

Loyal to a fault

Has information on every student due to his social skills

DESIGN

Green with white and black contrast

Dogwarts (his theater group, now disbanded) bandana ;)

Studded white belt and chains from Scott, white boots from Pearl, and hasn’t received anything from Cleo yet

Mimics Cleo with the vest

Average, some muscle

STOKED to introduce you all to the beginning of this story, who else is excited? >:D!

(ps, if y’all have ideas for the title of this work I’d love to hear some!! I need it lol)

[hobiesgender]

I am declaring myself is the President of sapphic punk flower

[tentakilly]

Alright gang. We’re gonna talk about the project of mine that’s least likely to come to fruition because of how complicated it would be to make it. And that my friends is ‘(V)Flower the Punk Magical girl’.

First comes the Licensing. First I have to have permission from Crypton, Yamaha, twindrill, the guys who made CeVIO, the guys who made Synthesizer V, and various Utau creators. It’s not the actual getting permission part I’m worried about it’s the way I believe some characters I’m afraid could strait up not be used in the way I need them to be used. Example: Hatsune Miku. I don’t think Crypton would let me depict her as a villain if I’m going to use her. Even though she would be a miss guided character.

Second issue: music. Very simple. Some artists are less likely to work on a project like this than others and won’t be likely to let me use their music.

Third issue: language and making the characters talk. Most of the characters I plan on using for this project don’t have talk voicebanks(Oliver, Yohio, The Kagamines, Solaria, Kevin, Sweet Ann, Kasane Teto, Gumi, Utane Uta(Defoko), Momone Momo, Etc). Not only that I have to either make this in Japanese or English and because a lot of the voicebanks don’t normally have the capacity to do both languages in an understandable way it would be incredibly expensive and time consuming to do the tuning and actually talking.

Forth issue: Animation. It would be animated with 2D for the characters and 3D for the Setting. I hope why everyone knows why that’s really hard right.

Fifth: The audience. Out of all the vocaloid characters to get a potential movie VFlower is among the least likely because she’s not Miku. Anything but The Crypton Loids and Otomachi Una. It’s simply wouldn’t sell enough in either of its demographics to make up for the cost of making it. And considering that the western vocaloid market is smaller than the eastern market I’m not hopeful that a vocaloid movie would sell well here.

Sixth issue: Budget. Let’s be real a project like this wouldn’t be given a working budget and lots of people would have to work overtime to make this a functional product. I really don’t want that to happen to my projects even if the animation is being done by a different studio.

Seventh issue: The AI debate. Vocaloid and other vocal synthesizer softwares are often confused for Ai products instead of instruments. Many people would boycott the project because there’s a lot of people who don’t know this is voiced by Vocal synths(an instrument that’s made pretty ethically) and not AI generated voices(unethical and lifeless). Which would add to the possibility of it not making any money at all.

I’ll reblog this again tomorrow with the plot of the plot so yall can make fanfic based off the premise.

[a-vampire-culturelover]

An Zed x Mariska Lollipop chainsaw Fanfic

Zed was.. less than happy about his death. More or less that he had ended up in Rotten World.

His dad always yelled at him if that he kept up his “Abhorrent language and cutting up the poor frogs under the porch stairs he’d go to hell”, although he usually ignored them or told them to piss off. If anything he was beginning to think this was less of a punishment and more of a reward; So what if he did some stupid shit to get here? That’s not gonna stop him from having a bit of fun.

Going around Rotten World and causing chaos in his Afterlife was probably the best thing to have happened to him since he died, and frankly he couldn’t wait for his piece of shit dad and deadbeat mother to end up down here and have some fun payback.

And yet even while he was busy cussing out to his hearts content and wreaking havoc on other degenerates in Rotten World, he couldn’t help but admit he felt.. Lonely.

One day, after he had been running from his latest stunt of breaking some demon’s car window and pissing in it, he noticed someone sat atop a pile of bodies simply just playing an instrument. He didn’t know what it was called, but it sure as hell didn’t look like anything he ever played; seemed more peaceful than his usual irritably loud taste in music. Feeling a bit daring he decided to climb atop it and talk to her, wondering how anyone down here could possibly take the time to chill out instead of having the time of their lives being chaotic bastards. The lady didn't seem to even notice him until he just barely made it atop the pile, trying desperately not to tumble off due to one misstep on some poor corpse's face. Upon closer inspection, he noticed she was playing a.. See-tar? Sitar? Whatever, he just remembered they were something some hippie dork from high school would play after the last class by a bushel of trees on campus, he remembered fondly putting thumbtacks in his instrument case an evening prior to his untimely death. Finally, as he sat down just a little bit behind her, barely on the edge of the corpse pile, he gained the courage to speak. "Hey Hippie Dippie Dumbass." That seemed to get her attention, as she shifted focus from her instrument to him. He didn't notice before, but she looked stitched up, like she'd gotten mauled by a Bear that snorted a whole suitcase full of cocaine; contrary to that, she seemed to look very mellow in comparison to her grotesque stitching and scars, sporting clothes that definitely fit Zed's hippie remarks towards her. She looked to him and simply giggled, earning a faint blush from Zed's dead face. "Fuck you laughing at Flower bitch?" He muttered, as she continued to laugh for quite a while, to a point Zed wondered why he even climbed up a whole pile of corpses to talk to some Hippie Girl. "Sorry, I just can’t help but laugh at your look! It’s sick, little punk!” Zed couldn’t tell if she was teasing him or not, but nonetheless he was flustered by it. Trying to muster words to make a proper comeback, he stuttered and failed to much to his own chagrin. As he muttered angrily to himself he sat down, this new stranger giving him some light pats on his back for encouragement.

“There there, little punk-“

“stop calling me little punk!”

“can’t call you anything arose if I don’t know your name, little punk!”

“its Zed, geez!”

“Name’s Mariska, lord of peace and eternity.. and The Rot~”

Zed was starting to warm up to ‘Mariska’, especially seeing as she wasn’t all peace and harmony as her hippie flower-munching demeanor seemed.

“How come your down here, Flower Bitch?”

“I guess when you dabble in mushrooms and aspiring to see the beyond like I do, you get on the bad side of the flow of life and death..”

“…What?”

“And what brings you here to Rotten World, Zed? Here to chill and rot for eternity like the rest of us?”

Zed..hesitated, before telling her

“I don’t want to talk about it.”

Mariska seemed content with that, understanding it wasn’t her place to pry for information from some new person who didn’t seem to want to look back on their past. After all, if they’re dead and gone in the realm of the living, surely the world of Rottenness is their future!

“I’m gonna go smash some stuff and swear at demons, you wanna come with Queen of the Damn Pansies?” Zed offered his hand as he got up, wondering what weird way to go down the corpse pile and make a grand exit.

“I love pansies, Little Punk!” Mariska giggled as she took his hand, the two escorting themselves down the corpse pile to have a little fun elsewhere.

“I told you my name’s not Little Punk. Its Zed.”

“Sure thing, blooming phlox of the night.”

“..That’s better.”

And with that, the two went off on their own, climbing the ranks and becoming Dark Purveyors, meeting others like them along the way. Despite that, the two’s friendship never faltered, always staying strong despite their grandeur differences.

[bakugouswifereal]

Hi, I’m Effy, I’m a minor I’m going to write fanfics. My fandoms so far are going to be

-MHA

-The Black Phone

-skins

-Deathnote

-Sally face

I like, guitar, MCR, horror movies, deathnote, monster, red bull, nail polish, vynils, cds, cassettes, dying my hair, piercings, tattoos, bracelets, pens, drawing, graffiti, makeup, eyeliner, stick n pokes, sleeping, posters, phtotoz, 0.5 photos, the sky, flowers, ravens, crows, cats, rats, fish, Johnnie guilbert, creepy pasta and snakes and punk, metal and rock bands.

I dislike mean people, loud noises, crowded spaces, being touched, bullying (to me or anyone in general), taylor swift, discrimination against anyone, cigarettes and vapes (more I can’t think off)

My dms are open and so are requests.