#giving friends FLOWERS

[diluc33rpm]

1/2 What makes you happy?

[bread-that-draws]

Flowey’s so funny and has me so fucked up like he’s a talking flower. He tries to kill you upon your first interaction. He is ten years old. He is damaged beyond repair. He’s a flower named Flowey. He’s become friends with every single character. He’s killed all of them countless times. He knows everything about everyone. He doesn’t care anymore. He takes care of his mom when she can’t take care of herself. He’s killed her before. He doesn’t care if you kill her. He thinks she’s trying to replace him. He just wants to be himself again. He wants to destroy everything. He hates you. You’re the only one who understands him. He wants his best friend back. He’s terrified of them. He believes in kill or be killed because he died by giving mercy to the wrong person. He believes himself to be the wrong person. He doesn’t understand when you show him that kindness he showed others, even when you know he could kill you for it. He’s tried every route. He asks you if you have anything better to do when you try to do the same. He’s a direct reflection of the player. He’s a fucking talking flower named flowey and his only voice line is by Ronald McDonald and his officially licensed plush does a little dance for you

[slymanner]

God dude these two scenes and how roxie moves hurt my heart so so bad 🥹

it's like a mix of anger, feral, emotional breakdown, and complete sadness that just fucks me up soooo fucking bad.

it's like she's a pet who got abandoned by their owner but they see them again after years of sadness and depression of them being gone and leaving them like that and all that anger and sadness just manifest's into one bundle of emotion's towards them they cannot control.

roxie baby ur gonna be okay u deserve better :[

[queruloustea]

i really wish you could give him a flower :(

he’s been through a lot, he deserves it

[chiocchi]

Harry doesn't understand how Tom's political campaign works, but he's still supportive.

[cringefail-clown]

a sweet token of appreciation for friends 🧁❤️

[wilson-apologist]

just make out already

[imagine-to-be-a-pike]

I will never forgive fandom how unfair it is about Arthur

Dark Merlin It's usually good angst. You know, Merlin had had enough. Dark Arthur? Arthur is a fucking rapist, a monster.

Merlin guilty? Merlin feeling guilty and comforted by the entire cast. Arthur guilty? Arthur doing the worst things possible and someone razing him to the ground

Merlin always gets these nice things. always flowers, courtship, everything. Found family? Everyone comforts Merlin because big bad Arthur. (literally almost every Merlin "found family" is everyone loves Merlin and treats Arthur like shit)

Merlin gets an apology. Arthur? My parents will love me faster than someone will apologize to Arthur in fanfiction.

"suicidal, self-harming Merlin" but Arthur has no right to have mental problems (a whole lot of people have wanted him dead since he was born)

Protectivr knights? Always about Merlin.

Even the fucking omegaverse. Alpha Merlin is a nice calm creature who pretends to be a beta. Alpha Arthur... wild animal, keep Merlin in a cage.

No. Just no.

(forever grateful to those stupid British people that arthur never told merlin he was fat. because the fandom understands that something is a comedy if merlin says it. if arthur it would be ,,abuse")

[that-foul-legacy-lover]

i am absolutely loving the melusine creator! could you maybe write a little bit more on what it was like when they first woke up as a melusine? i’d imagine that’d be quite the shift from human with fully articulate fingers to cute little mittens!

ohhhh you're so right!! also thank you hehe i'm also in love with this concept i'm glad people are enjoying it :]

the first thing you see when you open your eyes are colors. so. many. colors, all in dancing in your vision like a colorful array of gemstones. it's beautiful, and wonderful, and Archons it makes you dizzy so for a moment you just close your eyes and sit there in the quiet cavern, relishing the sudden silence. where you were slashed and stabbed and eventually slain still ache, but the pain slowly fades as you lay there in the dim light, intermittently opening your eyes and squeezing them shut again to get used to the new vibrancy of the world around you. you reach your arms up to give them a good stretch, stiff all over, and are greeted by a pair of colorful mittens rather than fingers and human hands

you freeze, holding yourself back from screaming when you take a look at your legs, all covered in swirling patterns almost dusted with tiny, shimmering stars

you're a Melusine, an actual Melusine, so small and colorful with a pair of squishy antennae and a little tail. everything is disorienting and odd as you attempt to walk around, not used to having such stumpy legs, contemplating your resurrection and new body. the surface has no appeal to you, filled to the brim with those who hunted and hurt you, so your legs carry you deeper into the caves, stumbling and tripping every so often. you barely even notice the tiny wings on your back, so overwhelmed by anything, by the memories of the pain and screaming. but there's a light touch on your shoulder that pulls you back to reality. another Melusine watches you worriedly, asking if you're lost and introducing herself as Cosanzeana

several nations over, an Abyssal beast sits bolt upright in the Eleventh Harbinger's chambers

[geraskierfanficprompts]

Prompt 29

Geralt starts giving flowers to Jaskier whenever he seems sad. Buttercups, dandelions, delphiniums, daffodils, begonias, roses, lilacs, lilies, anything and everything. Every time Geralt hands him a single little flower, puny as it is, Jaskier just begins to beam. He'll be in a good mood for days afterward, he'll constantly show if off by wearing it behind his ear, or pinned to his doublet, or pressed in his journal. Geralt decides to start giving him flowers at more regular intervals to optimize Jaskier mood efficiency. And it works! He's always happy now! But then one day he gets sad again, and Geralt panics and gets him extra flowers in order to fix it, and now he gives him whole bouquets every other week or so. But he does it as a friend! Obviously. But then one day Jaskier thanks him for the bouquet by giving him a big fat wet kiss on the lips and suddenly Geralt's rethinking the whole "platonic" thing, because the kiss is quite nice actually. And so is the idea of doing it again.

[smile-files]

here's fluttercup, a plant creature inspired by clover from inanimate insanity, especially @gingerkingfisher's lovely creature-like design for her!

fluttercup's design combines elements of four-leaf clovers, clover flowers, pansy flowers, butterflies, caterpillars, milkweed flowers, and dandelion puffs!

[damehimari]

Flowers for Thee

I loved all the flowers that covered the Shaman village.

It made me think my tarnished would put some of those in his hair as a gesture of kindness. He needs it.

-

Head Canon here : Rini is recovering from almost belonging to a ritual. Cuts and gashes covered most of her body, none could hear her pleas, for she is mute.

Messmer's men found her as one of the only living remaining in a village ravaged.

They took her in.

-

Time passed, eventually Messmer befriends her, spending little by little more time with her and Thiollier.

[daddiesdrarryy]

Regulus: So you know that my brother is out of town with his boyfriend, right? And James was going to come over—

Pandora: Yeah! And you were going to give him, you know, your flower!

Regulus: Okay, Pandora, can you just call it sex? It really creeps me out when you call it that!

Regulus: Oh, and by the way, while we’re at it, a guy’s thing is not called his tenderness. Believe me!

[puffpawstries]

Okay one more random doodle to share before work

[that-nerd-who-writes-fanfiction]

Merlin and Mordred’s friendship is just grumpy older brother and peppy kid the older brother found one day and decided to adopt. Merlin may hate him, but if anyone else does, they’re done. Like cancelling life subscriptions or forcefully expediting character development, or both depending on the situation. Anyway. Merlin is an older brother/caretaker figure to Mordred and I cannot be convinced otherwise.

—

Merlin, staring at a camera like in The Office: I can bully him relentlessly but if anyone else even thinks about him funny, imma end their entire bloodline.

Mordred: I know Emrys says he hates me. Did you know he created a more potent medicine when I got sick? He said it was because it’d taste worse, but he added honey so it wasn’t too bad. It was actually nicer than Gaius’. I should get him something to say thank you.

—in the woods or something—

Mordred: Emrys! I found this flower!

Merlin: *snorts* okay?

Mordred: oh… I’ll just… *goes to take it back while looking sad*

Merlin: Piss off. It’s mine now. *magics it so it won’t die and keeps it on his desk*

Mordred: :D

—Interviews—

Merlin: He’s stupid. Also this flower is my favourite kind. That’s why I’m keeping it. Not for Mordred. My brother- nemesis is so stupid.

Mordred: Do you think he liked the flower? I couldn’t find any of his favourites but it was in the same family. … he said it was his favourite? … *smiles*

[hawnks]

He talks to you about romcoms.

You weren’t even necessarily going to buy one, just perusing the options while you wait for your friend to show up.

You don’t even notice him until he’s right beside you, an incredible feat for such a huge man. Part of you is startled, instinctively about to step away to give him room. But he says, “Sleepless in Seattle?”

It takes you a second to catch up. You’re directly in front of the title, a foreign film, nothing particularly outlandish or eye catching about the cover. “Oh, yeah,” you say, awkwardly, not sure what you should say.

But — his eyes light up. “Have you seen it? It’s one of my favorites. I think it really opened the whole genre up for the concept of LDR and situational romances.”

You haven’t seen it. You don’t know what he means. But he talks to you for the next ten minutes, hardly pausing to take a breath. You find it almost shocking that someone of his mien would be so invested in romance movies. He looks kind of like a fuckboy, if you’re being honest. At first you’re convinced this is all a pickup gambit.

But he keeps going, and it’s clear that he really just — loves Sleepless in Seattle.

He’s the first to leave, scurry away from you just as quickly and abruptly as he appeared.

It was so random and strange, you hardly know what to make of the situation. But the next time you visit the DVD shop, it’s your turn to initiate.

“I watched it,” you tell him. “It was good.”

He’s grinning so wide. “You did? Okay, okay, if you liked that one you have to watch Hana Yori Dango. I know, it seems weird. But hear me out…”

It becomes a weekly thing after that. Meeting here, taking and giving recommendations. You’re— friends, in some strange, delicate way.