#flowers verse

[sincerelylancelot]

Oscar didn’t expect his new job at the mortuary to reveal a strange gift: one touch brings the dead back to life, a second sends them away forever. On his second day, a beautiful boy ends up on his table—alive again, and impossible to ignore. Falling for him wasn’t part of the plan, but how do you resist when the dead boy in your apartment feels so alive?

Oscar Piastri / Lando Norris, mature, 16k

Tags: no beta we die like lando, is it infidelity if you're dead?, Hurt/Comfort, Temporary Character Death, Resurrection, the questionable science around resurrecting the dead

(find the fic here)

[equallyloyalandlethal]

Tough Like Dandelions-verse Continues!

Hello friends, long time no see with an update on this verse, but hey, I've got good news.

I finished a 20k one-shot centering on Theo and Malia's relationship while also showing how Theo has integrated into the pack as a whole since the end of TLD and gearing up for the next part in this awesome story.

Many thanks to @spiderraeken, @raekensarcher, and @outcastpack for helping with this and keeping the brainworm alive as it grew.

The sequel story (Love Like Hellebores) is in the making, so expect some chapters being posted in February (or after, because my wedding is on the 14th, so I might get a little distracted during that). But it's in the works!

[sunnydayaoe]

I haven't shown it too much, but usually I'll draw dd with either no black feathers, or with black dye to make it look like he still has some. They don't grow in anymore :-]

[loumandivorce]

"maitre is a coven endearment. armand for you." has so many insane levels ik im preaching to the choir here but saying that to finish a conversation where armand was undoubtably dominating like haha i am not your master. but the word endearment...a benefit given only to those who conform and join the coven. you do not get the privelege of calling me that name w affection and deference. but here's something else: armand for you. more or less intimate? both names given by other people. both roles he falls into with ease. armand for you. a gift and a courtesy but MOST IMPORTANTLY an order. not "you can call me armand" armand. for you. i am bestowing this order upon you. but at the same time he's saying you don't get the privelege of calling me master. which is it. you freak.

[green-moonie]

them!!!

(i literally can't get mona lisa out of my head and this scene is so!!!!!!!)

[lumiidragon]

Flower sketch to play with a sketch brush I've never used before.

[lepetitdragonvert]

The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam

rendered into english verse by Edward Fitzgerald

Hodder & Stoughton

1913

Artist : Rene Bull

[hadesisqueer]

didn't miles's mom say gwen was old enough to vote in atsv?? that makes her at least 3 years older than miles bc he's 15

Anon, Rio Morales said that she thought that Gwen 'looked' old enough to vote. That doesn't mean Gwen is really old enough to vote. This is a scene from ITSV

Their age gap is not 3 years. It's 15 months. 15 months is one year and three months. Gwen is only one year and three months older than Miles. And Miles is 15 years old in ATSV. That means that Gwen is 16 years old in ATSV. Or freshly-turned 17 at most, which would make Miles almost 16.

I swear, I understand if people don't like the ship or whatever. But c'mon, I also swear people are allowed to just dislike the ship without making up stuff to say that it's "bad" or "problematic"😭. Gwen isn't an adult, or old enough to vote, or college aged, she is a teenager still in high school age and only one year older than her crush lmao😭

[tatesalive]

Grow in Christ 🌻🌱🕊️✞

But grow in the grace and knowledge of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. To him be the glory both now and to the day of eternity. Amen. 2 Peter 3:18 🌱🌟✞

[seraphim-eternal]

He knows your goings through this great wilderness. The Lord your God has been with you. You have lacked nothing.

Deuteronomy 2:7

[sincerelylancelot]

∆ DO OVER - flowers :knife:

Not quite a do over but an additional, for all of you libra's that need some justice for Lando. mwah !!

( additional snippet for from my body, flowers shall grow )

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It has been four months and eight days since Lando when Oscar sees him again.

He’s sitting on a train bound for King’s Cross, the grey chill of the Edinburgh morning still lingering in his bones. The rhythmic roll of the carriage threatens to pull him into a doze when something catches his eye. A woman across from him has a newspaper folded over to the crossword section, the broadsheet crinkled at the edges. It’s only by chance that his gaze flickers to the half-visible image on the front page.

Oscar tilts his head, straining for a clearer view, and his stomach twists when he confirms what he’s seeing.

Staring back at him in black and white is Carlos Sainz Jr. He’s dressed in a suit, but his hands are cuffed behind his back. The bold, capitalised headline beneath the grainy photograph reads: "Son of Santander Banking CEO Extradited to Australia to Await Trial." The rest of the story is cut off, swallowed by the crease of the page.

A sharp wave of nausea rolls through him, sudden and unrelenting. His throat tightens as he swallows against it, but a strangled cough forces its way out anyway. The noise draws the attention of a girl across the aisle, her gaze flickers to him, sympathy evident in her expression, though she subtly shifts further away.

Oscar forces a weak smile in return, cheeks flaring with embarrassment as he fumbles for his phone. His fingers are stiff, clumsy against the fabric of his pocket. The E-SIM signal is weak, flickering in and out. They’re still deep in the British countryside, surrounded by patchy service and the tip-tap of rain against the carriage windows.

He exhales sharply, tapping at the screen as if that might help. Fuck.

There are still four hours before they’ll pull into London, but the gnaw of unanswered anxiety is clawing its way up his throat like hysteria. He clears his throat again, apparently enough for the girl to get up and move seats, before leaning forward and trying to catch the older woman’s attention.

“Hey, uh, do you mind if I see the front page?”

She eyes him, gaze flicking from his accent to the windburn on his cheeks, then to the slight green around his gills before she offers a soft smile.

“Oh, of course, darling.”

Her voice is a gentle Scottish lilt, so unlike Lando’s that Oscar is silently grateful that it doesn’t shatter the last of his nerves.

The broadsheet crinkles as she pulls away the necessary pages, glancing over the article before passing it to him with a quiet tut.

“Truly a tragedy, that one. Seemed like such a lovely boy.”

When Oscar flattens out the paper, Lando’s face stares up at him from the corner.  He blinks rapidly, willing the tightness in his chest to subside, forcing down the sob that clogs his throat.

Underneath the headline outlines everything Oscar already knew and more. How anonymous submitted evidence had linked Carlos to the mysterious death of Lando Norris, beloved son to one of the UK’s wealthiest families. There’s a photo of Lando and his siblings, and then one of the sisters from after, their eyes sad and sunken. 

"Carlos Sainz Jr. will be extradited to Australia to stand trial before the Supreme Court of New South Wales on June 22. Both UK and Spanish authorities have denied bail, citing significant flight risk. Legal experts suggest a conviction could carry a life sentence under Australian law."

Oscar grips the edges of the paper so tightly that the ink smudges beneath his fingertips. The world outside the train blurs into muted greens and greys, but all he can see is Lando; his smile, his laugh, the warmth of him.

And then Carlos. Bound in chains.

Somehow it still doesn’t feel like enough.

[equallyloyalandlethal]

- Let Them Fight

Voila!

And feel free to ask again or for another story too! I really do love this game and the productivity it pushes me into. (That goes for anyone not just K.)

“How the fuck did you and Scott work out your bullshit?” 

It was out of nowhere, or was to the former-alpha across from Theo as he had blurted out the question and all but sank onto the counter top in said former-alpha’s apartment. Derek was usually pretty good at following his jumping brain and sticking with him, likely due to dating Stiles for however long — he hadn’t bothered to get an official timeline or date from anyone as of yet, mostly just assuming that had happened sometime in the midst of the whole FBI fiasco —  but the guy wasn’t as up to date on the whole internal pack problem scale as most, and Theo’s ribs were still twinging from the beating a couple of days ago. 

The overly expressive eyebrows climbed the born wolf’s forehead in exactly the way he figured they would, drawing a groan from Theo even as Derek said, “What do you mean?” 

Another deep and drawn out groan leeched out of Theo before he pulled his head off the cold stone surface and looked up at the pinched face, purposefully ignoring the not-so-quiet snickering from Stiles in the other room. 

“When he was first turned, you guys were about as friendly as Argent Senior.” The growl that edged out Derek’s chest doubled the affirmative nod as confirmation of his statement. “And now, you’re dating and mated to his best friend. How? What did you do to work it out, fix whatever bullshit that fucked up between your guys’ wolves?”

[blooming-periwxnkle]

Came across a post on pinterest about peonies- how they bloom for 100 years and are thus used to symbolise happy and long marriages. And I can't stop thinking about how Wei Wuxian tossed these peonies at Lan Wangji during his first life.

And I'm also thinking about how Lan Wangji pressed one of those peonies into the notebook on which Wei wuxian transcribed the Lan clan rules, on the page which explains the significance of the Lan clan forehead ribbon...

And just like how peonies are said to bloom for a hundred years, Lan Wangji's love for Wei Wuxian never withered even after all those long years...

Edit: okay guys, I just saw an old post on tumblr about the audio drama. In the AD, when Wei Wuxian tosses peonies at Lan Wangji, the music that plays in the background is called 'silent confession'

...

Yeah.

The post is from @/xinyuenii in case anyone's wondering

[spider-phoenix]

NGL I love how the spiderverse fandom saw the ship potential and with our single collective braincell came up with the ship names on the spot and refused to change them.

No communication needed, no debate, we just knew what they'd be.

Punkflower, chaipunk, chaiflower

Yet for some reason , the Miles and Ganke ship name sucks. So I propose to the shared brain, riotflower.

Miles ship code is based on the song he was listening to in ITSV, Sunflower by Post Malone. So it only makes sense that Ganke's should be based on the song he listened to in that movie, Start a Riot by Duckworth and Shaboozey.

[octopunk-art]

Finally drew traditional again so I drew the Arachna-Kids and I absolutely love how these came out!

[spiderman2-99]

was off shopping and i saw these

why are you like this

Why is it white?