#gardenwork

[501guy83]

Enjoying my good Old 30-36 501 in the spring. I give it a few more weeks 😉

[arcymovetonetherland]

[ello-spirello]

[foxyverserambles]

Just realized Elly saving Ori's life has happened twice now.

Ori paints Elly's nails as thanks. Elly sees more value in hearing Ori yap about life

[corner-stories]

no.4 - story idea you havent written yet ☺️☺️

✍️ more fic writer asks!

4 || a story idea you haven’t written yet

I've discussed this idea elsewhere and I've been brainstorming it for a while.

But basically, the gist is that 5 years after the second timeskip (so roughly 872) Mikasa discovers that Jean has been living on Paradis for the last few years and didn't tell her. He's been hiding out in some coastal cottage where he spends his days living quietly, not drawing too much attention to himself, and painting like the art hoe he is. He even uses the alias "Jehan" when selling his works.

She's conflicted between being happy to see him and being mad that he's been on the Island the whole time without telling her. She's hurt to think that a friend has been so close to her this whole time and she didn't know it. In Jean's mind he kept things a secret because he thinks it's safer for Mikasa to not associate with someone who betrayed Paradis and even now he's concerned for her safety.

And why is Jean living on the Island? Because my man just needed a break from ambassador duties to spend a few years painting and hanging out with his dog. He just needs to live quietly for a while before figuring out the next step.

Meanwhile, Mikasa is still slowly healing from *gestures to her first 19 years of existence* by working in Historia's orphanage. I imagine the Queen ordering her to take a break because she's overworking herself it's scaring the children, and that's how Mikasa ends up in the coastal village where Jean is living.

And in between the saga of Mikasa and Jean reconnecting in their late 20s are flashbacks to 857 during the Ambassadors first visit back to Paradis for peace talks, which explains why exactly Jean and Mikasa act like awkward exes in the present. The tldr is that they hooked up during that time.

Funnily enough, the things that really motivated me to maybe write this is both because my sanity requires it and me stumbling across this S-Tier fanart of Jean being a bearded DILF on twitter because that's exactly how I imagine him in this scenario.

But unfortunately, him looking like that does make it implausible that the Jeankasa reunion doesn't involve her jumping his bones on the spot.

[dividedsingularity]

Menix doing normal things! The beanbag is just a direct portrayal of a time (possibly the first) I sat on a beanbag, interesting experience; and clipping the hedge is what I came up with on the specific request of 'Menix doing some everyday activity'.

[vainvex]

a big reason why i'm so into gardening is because my grandma taught me when i was little how to help re-pot and care for the flowers on her balcony, and eventually we had a community garden plot too where we grew veggies. it was so much fun, and i remember the feeling of her hands on mine, and how happy she looked when i was excited about our fresh carrots.

i found out in march that she passed away sometime last year, and i have no information about when or why it happened. i hadn't seen her since i was 13, nor had i gotten to talk on the phone with her since i was 18. it was so, so awful when i learned she was gone. but when i work in the garden, and love and care for my plants, and slowly remember the things she taught me as a kid.... it's like she's still with me, in a way. i can feel her love for me as i garden, just as i do when i crochet (she taught me that too; she would be so proud of the sweaters i've made).

it's hard. and sad. and sometimes overwhelming. but even as i grieve, i'm kept out of my depression by doing the things she taught me. remembering the way she held my hands, the way she always, always smiled at me. how gentle she was when teaching me, and how strong she could be, and how loving.

i know how to love the way i do because of her. and no matter how or why she was taken from me, that never will be.

[handgiven]

just thought over the many animals emmanuel loves and chills with and came to the conclusion that he'd make a lovely disney princess

also em likes pigeons. he still will occasionally send pigeons to his family with letters. when he's in cities, he finds comfort in watching them just be little guys.

[traumxrei-archive]

【 ii. rose petal wounds 】

summary: from the confines of their study, yuu spots riddle doing an odd task— trimming roses in the garden. wait, why was riddle doing gardenwork…? was this another prank by floyd? either way, yuu had to find out.

word count: 1.2k

author’s note: idk if you can tell, but i absolutely love teasing riddle hehehe (also doesn’t dumple’s art of riddle look so cute ?)

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Distraction, it seemed, came in many shapes and forms. And for Yuu, it came in the color red. There was a flash of red in the corner of their vision. And they allowed themself to be distracted, their gaze following the color to their window.

Yuu was supposed to be putting together the final expenses list for the butler. But never mind what they were supposed to be doing.

What they saw beyond the window was far more interesting.

"Kalim?"

"Oh! Yes, master?"

"What is Riddle doing in the garden?"

Beyond their window was a view of the estate's garden. Part of the ball would be held there, amidst the rose bushes and fountains. And lo and behold, wading through the rose bushes with a pair of pruning scissors was...Riddle.

Riddle was Riddle. Prim and proper, befitting of the Roseheart name. Always ready to help straighten someone's apron at a moment's notice, with conduct and rules at the tip of his tongue.

He was also a bit naive and a lot stubborn, a combination that made it impossible for Yuu to guess why he was in the garden. Maybe it was another prank by Floyd. Or maybe it was his own bullheadedness leading him down another rabbit hole.

"Well," Kalim seemed to hesitate, his earrings jingling as he tilted his head closer. "Riddle told me not to tell you, but..."

"But...?" They prompted, trying to sound innocent to Kalim's ears. They were sure Kalim would let down his guard soon.

"But well...he wasn't satisfied with the roses in the garden!" Once Kalim started it was hard to get him to stop. "We were on a walk yesterday whilst Master was away— just checking on how the flow of the party would be, because that’s important, Riddle said— when Riddle found the rose bushes needed more...pruning."

They folded their arms, "What about the gardener?"

"The gardener...aha..." Kalim looked even more nervous now. "She stormed off after Riddle's questioning."

Ah. Now that was a problem indeed. Riddle wasn't the most unfriendly person, but his words came across as quite confident at times. Confidence and arrogance tread a thin line in the eyes of others, especially those who aren’t familiar with Riddle’s mannerisms. It was possible that the gardener got fed up with being questioned.

"Alright. I'll be taking a break in the gardens then," They brushed off their slacks, neatening their desk before standing. "When tea time arrives, please tell Ruggie to serve it in the garden."

"A picnic! Yes, Master!" They very gently patted Kalim's head, careful not to disturb the ribbon that they were sure Jamil worked hard to tie.

It wasn't very hard to make their way to the gardens. And it was easier still to find Riddle. The garden was empty save for the single maid wielding the shears with a vice, muttering to himself lightly.

"-unacceptable state," Riddle muttered as he snipped off some overgrown leaves, bending down to get a fallen rose. "Master wouldn't be happy about– ah–!"

Yuu's eyes widened at the sight of blood staining Riddle's glove red, and before they could think about it they had stepped forward, taking Riddle's wrist in their hand.

Riddle blinked, "M-Mas...ter?"

"Ah, it's getting on your apron," They tugged Riddle's hand closer, blood dripping onto the grass. "Does it hurt?"

Bewildered, Riddle shook his head, "It…stings."

"Slowly take off your glove, and sit down," They instructed, turning toward the house. "I'll get some bandages."

"Y-You shouldn’t!" Riddle's uninjured hand grabbed their sleeve. "It would be my failure as a proper maid if I made my Master do such a menial task.” Ah. Riddle's stubbornness tended to pop up at the most inconvenient times, it seemed.

Yuu sighed. When Riddle got like this, there was only one thing to do.

"Maid Rosehearts, I would like to treat your wound personally, as you were injured tending to my gardens," Yuu said with a smile. "I hope that you will listen to your Master's selfish wishes."

Riddle looked torn. There was an adorable frown on his face as he continued to think. His obedience to rules and courtesy made this trick handy for more than one occasion, and the outcome was always the same.

The maid finally opened his mouth, "...Of course, Master. Please do as you wish."

It didn't take Yuu long to get the bandages and disinfectant, especially after they ran into Jamil. (The longhaired maid sighed, "Was it Kalim or Silver this time?" They smiled sheepishly before answering, "Actually, it was Riddle." Even the ineffable Jamil had a hard time keeping his expression neutral when he heard that.) And it only took another moment to get back to the garden.

Riddle was sitting on the grass obediently, his back pin straight as they approached, "Welcome back, Master."

Yuu sat down and took his hand again, "Let's clean your hand first." They carefully used disinfectant to clean off the blood around the wound, before cleaning the wound itself. Riddle flinched slightly. It seemed that they should quicken their pace. They carefully wrapped his hand with the bandages.

"All done," They looked up to see Riddle staring. How long had he been looking this way? The red-haired maid immediately looked away with a cough. His cheeks tinted, and they vaguely wondered if it was due to the heat or embarrassment. Either way, it was a lovely look on the usually stern maid.

"Thank you, Master," Riddle bowed slightly, flexing his hand. "If I may ask, how did you know that I was here?"

"I was working when I saw you from my window," It wasn’t necessarily a lie. It was a white lie. They weren’t going to throw Kalim under the bus, since they did get effectively distracted by Riddle’s hair. "I also got these."

They dropped a pair of gardening gloves onto Riddle's lap, "Gardening...gloves?"

"If you want to keep pruning, I want you to do it safely. And besides," Yuu grinned as they pulled out another pair of gloves and shears. "I'll help you out this time."

"Master!" Riddle looked absolutely horrified at the thought. They almost chuckled. "You are going to inherit the Duke's title soon, you mustn't spend your time doing something so trivial as gardening!"

"Then what if I ask you to teach me?" Yuu said before they stood up, dancing away from where Riddle was trying to take their gloves. "As a way to broaden my horizons?"

Riddle huffed, brushing off his skirts and petticoats, ready to go after them, "A maid cannot teach their Master."

"I give you permission to," They waved over Riddle's shoulder. "Is it tea time already?"

Ruggie looked to be carrying a picnic basket, "We're getting to it, shishishi~"

Ruggie's laughter made Riddle sputter slightly, "T-Tea out here?"

"Riddle! Did you get hurt?" Kalim was also running toward them, his apron flying wildly behind him. It seemed that he had a tray of cakes in his hands. It was a wonder that none of them fell as he was running.

Riddle sighed, clearly defeated, "I am fine now. Master has tasked me with teaching them how to prune roses." Yuu beamed at Riddle’s cooperativeness. It seemed that Riddle had finally given in.

Ruggie spread a picnic blanket over the sunny ground, just as Kalim set down the cakes. And Riddle… He started on the tea. Tea was his specialty after all. They sat on the blanket next to Ruggie as they waited. There was a time for arguing over technicalities, and there was a time to serve. For now, they would look forward to Riddle’s tea.

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[501guy83]

Long time ago I had these 30-32’s on but their stil comfy . It’s not normal how fast these weeds grow

[moethh]

yooo you wanna draw valjean doing gardenwork while at petit-picpus (or like anywhere? rue plumet would prolly be neat too). i hope this is enough information. uhm. hes probably gonna be wearing a large straw hat too

here you go bestie pal amigo friend buddy bestie pal

as for the straw hat……

it uh. blew off his head (I TOTALLY DIDNT FORGET IT)

btw guys this was the post asking for requests. rn i probably wont do any but yall are always free to ask! (animation requests could be fun too!)

[koeni9in]

Pookie do you fw Nikto doing some gardenwork

I DONT KNOW WHY THIS WAS SO MUCH FUN! I love the outcome and this lineart/sketch brush UGH 😫

[head---ache]

Sonic when Emily's born be like: I am no longer Baby!!! I am now... Father.

*Dresses exclusively in birkenstocks and socks and hawaiian shirts. Does all the gardenwork, even though he's allergic to pollen. Calls everyone younger than him "champ"*

Had to draw it

[katiekatdragon27]

Fuck you @/rainbow-wolf120 anyways hello Rayman fandom🧍.

Every time I draw my line art style just gets more and more complicated💀😭.

Guess who gained a new interest to stick on the wall?? That's right! Me~~~~!

So, I have this very unhealthy habit of choosing favorites that never get fanart ever. In this case, Goth Teensy (my pookie💖) and Romeo.

Some info and progress photos under cut:

My sibling indoctrinated me into this fandom, and I should have seen all the signs but my fixation on GT rn is too much for my ape brain to see though. (First a fanfic about GT that is eerily characterized close to me, then forcing me to endure CLH twice (it's not that bad), then being nice to me while playing Origins, then being there while I played Rayman 3, then wrote a story about GT together that's in the works lol).

Anyways, I have a sort-of interpretive version of the tennsys lol. They remind me of Moomins, so I gave them tails lol. Also, the amount of "nightmare" magic a teensy uses determines hair growth and fluffiness.

Since this is based in our AU origins story where Goth Teensy turned into a nightmare during his formative years, he's a purple fluffy teensy. Romeo is a regular nightmare magic user (Livid Dead resident), so he's fluffier than the average teensy and is able to maintain a head of hair lol.

(Ales fits in this too, but he can't keep his hair cuz his magic is super weak and embarrassing L Bozo.)

Romeo is Goth's babysitter-sorta-found-family-adoptive-brother. When Goth isn't in the lower levels of the Livid Dead (where all the nightmares are), he's with Romeo doing gardenwork, learning about the Glade, or just practicing his magic with someone who can coach him properly. They both listen to rock a lot too.

Have a nice day jahombres.

[benkaadee]

So #hairy , so #sweaty after the #gay #gardener 's gardenwork. And watch how my #pecbounce #chest #flexing looks in slow motion.

[vullcanica]

“You’re like a big, dirty raccoon.” (Affectionate — for Nik 💖)

 "Half your fault."

 And he has the audacity of one too, stretched in full over their little garden swing, hands dirty up to the forearm and head pillowed sweetly onto an inviting lap. Grinning. There's a growing stain on one pristine linen sleeve where he's lovingly stroking his husband's wrist. Since Antonìn doesn't move, he takes it as acquiescence.

 "If you didn't want some awful cretin bare-fisting your begonia dirt, you shouldn't have invited him in the garden at all." A playful dig. But he doesn't mean it. Not really. Not with the smooth purr of his voice at its most content. Left with a pleasant ache from hours of gardenwork, he's laid out his achy bones and sweat-soaked meat and secured a worm's-eye vantage to Antonín's fondly exasperated smile. Resting, simple as that. It's warm out. They have homemade lemonade on the little glass-top table nearby. There's a sunbeam caught in one loose silvered strand of hair up above, perfectly sundialling something like ten in the morning. It might be heaven.

 His weight heaves gently, ankle anchored over the swing's armrest, and a hip pops out long-overdue tension. God, but he's getting old. "He might need some upgrades soon, if he's to catch up with you." Perhaps it's time to get it over with and get his bones nailed down secure...

 With the huff of a satisfied bear stealing his coherence, he turns to bury his nose in Antonín's warm belly and rests his eyes. The arm he's stolen tucks securely under his chin. Ah, he'll wash the stain out himself later.