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blxphotos · 3 months

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Ministremma tuberosum 🪻

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chishnfips87 · 3 months

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UPDATED Dangans and Fangans ranking:

(This list is just my opinion, and is not factual.)

Despair Time

Danganronpa 1

Project Eden's Garden

Another 2

(He)Artless Deceit

F: Shattered Hope

Blowback

ReBirth Voices

Lapse

Mauve

Another

2: Goodbye Despair

V3: Killing Harmony

UDG

Brave DR Coward's Paradise

ReBirth

TheAfter

Antebellum

DR The Animation

V4 Rocky Restarts

IT'S SHOWTIME!

DanganMon

LiVe or Die

Hyper! H2O

S: Ultimate Summer Camp

2.5 Nagito Anime (I forget the name)

DR3 Anime (both arcs)

Nextgenronpa

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shameboree · 2 years

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pov you are being bullied by a cute girl in a sick fit

always knew id modify this fit i designed for fanart into something for fallon instead

#literally just traced my own draw i love doing whatever i want #garden of bitches #kels draws #BLUE N GOLD N WHITE those are her colors when im not drawing her in some sexy black number #except one au where i always draw her in a mauve sweater #anyway she will sweetly neg u and immediately forget your name or that u exist. my ocs are so nice

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thevexinator · 1 month

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Fanganronpa x Ensemble Stars !!

This thought initially came to me and was posted to the heartless deceit server, so I thought I'd post it to tumblr before I get too ambitious and make card edits.

Reminder: This was selected via randomizer and further tidied up in editing. This is mainly stuck to the fangans I know of/am actively following.

Further down: potential spoilers for the fangans in the tags.

StarMaker Production ☆

fine - Another 2 [Mikado Sanooji, Nikkei Yoimiuri, Emma Magorobi, Iroha Nijiue]

RYUSEITAI - Heartless Deceit [Akira Hayasaka, Tomoya Morita, Shion Morita, Chiemi Hattori, Hideyoshi Kurosawa]

Alkaloid - Another [Kinji Uehara, Yamato Kisaragi, Mikako Kurokawa, Kanata Inori]

Trickstar - Despair Time [Teruko Tawaki, Xander Matthews, David Chiem, Min Jeung]

Cosmic Production ☆

Eden - Eden's Garden [Damon Maitsu, Ulysses Wilhelm, Wolfgang Akire, Kai Montegao]

Valkyrie - Rebirth [Seishi Yodogawa, Ayumu Fujimori]

2wink - Hope Restoration [Sachika and Saemi Sada]

Crazy:B - Antebellum [Lyra Shatel, Dracul Tremblay, Shinku Kutsuki, Rei Higashi]

Rhythm Link ☆

Ra*bits - Coward's Paradise [Anko Hibana, Yukio Sato, Urara Amemiya, Ume Omori]

AKATSUKI - Kill/Cure [Hiroaki Uzuki, Bussho Saji, Oniji Itagaki]

UNDEAD - Shattered Hope [Enigma, Rock, Anon, Pocket]

New Dimension ☆

Switch - Mauve [Shoji Shinano, Rintaro Tomoe, Ukyo Sarashina]

Knights - Deadication [Naohiko Hayata, Hitomi Akimura, Reika Komatsu, Keiji Iketsuki, Toru Mizuno]

MaM - Kill/Cure [Naiomi Danjuma]

Shuffle units

AtoZ - Anko Hibana, Rock, Akira Hayasaka, Ukyo Sarashina, Dracul Tremblay

XXVeil - Lyra Shatel, Hiroaki Uzuki, Keiji Iketsuki, Teruko Tawaki, Urara Amemiya

Branco - Yukio Sato, Kanata Inori, Iroha Nijue, Shoji Shinano

Ring-A-Bell - Oniji Itagaki, Tomoya Morita, Min Jeung, Naohiko Hayata, Emma Magorobi

Getto Spectacle - David Chiem, Kinji Uehara, Kai Montegao, Shion Morita, Hitomi Akimura

La Mort - Mikako Kurokawa, Anon, Reika Komatsu, Ulysses Wilhelm, Rei Higashi

Puffy☆Bunny - Ayumu Fujimori, Yamato Kisaragi, Sachika Sada, Chiemi Hattori, Mikado Sanooji

Butou-kai - Wolfgang Akire, Bussho Saji, Naiomi Danjuma, Hideyoshi Kurosawa, Enigma

BLEND+ - Saemi Sada, Rintaro Tomoe, Seishi Yodogawa, Pocket, Toru Mizuno

Flambé! - Shinku Kutsuki, Xander Matthews, Ume Omori, Damon Maitsu, Nikkei Yoimiuri

[dear God these are chaotic]

[will add more soon trust]

#fanganronpa #sdra2 #dra #drdt #brave danganronpa cowards paradise #danganronpa antebellum #danganronpa f shattered hope #danganronpa hope restoration #danganronpa mauve #danganronpa rebirth #danganronpa deadication #danganronpa heartless deceit #project eden's garden #danganronpa kill cure #ensemble stars #enstars #vex's fangan stars au #< au tag

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elomart · 2 years

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#elomart #nature #belgium #belgique #green #flower #flowers #vert #Mauve #Purple #2022 #Garden #Jardin

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frostbitegator · 2 years

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Still too humid outside. Fall can't come soon enough.

#scalie #furry art #gardening #my art #Mauve.

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irrevocable-exposure · 11 months

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creazingara-1852 · 1 year

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Belles Glycines..

#glycine #mauve #Blanc #couleurs #arbre #Splendide #beautiful #garden #jardin #balade #créazingara 1852 #nature #flowers #Violet

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catherine-reznitchenko · 2 years

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Fleurs de printemps par Catherine Reznitchenko Via Flickr : Normandie, France. www.catherine-reznitchenko.fr

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positivegreenford · 2 years

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Lavender, Wadham Gardens, Greenford, London Borough of Ealing, London, UK, June 2022. #flowers #gardens #Greenford #LondonBoroughofEaling #London #UK #June2022 #suburbs #suburban #suburbia #photography

#mauve #green #flowers #gardens #Greenford #LondonBoroughofEaling #London #UK #June2022 #suburbs #suburban #suburbia #photography

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jillraggett · 26 days

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Plant of the Day

Tuesday 2 April 2024

I went past this cheerful front garden with a jewel box of tulips. At the front was the small Tulipa saxatilis (Bakeri Group) 'Lilac Wonder' with mauve-pink flowers which are paler within and with a large yellow zone at the base.

Jill Raggett

#Tulipa #tulips #tulip #bulbous #bulbs #horticulture #plants #gardens #garden #front garden #kent

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flowerishness · 15 days

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Primula vulgaris and Primula hybida (Common primrose and complex primula hybrid)

The word primula is derived from primis, Latin for 'first'. This refers to it's peak flowering season in early spring. Photos one and two are easily identified as the common primrose, Primula vulgaris, which originally had pale yellow flowers. Colored forms did not appear in Europe until 1656 when Primula acaulis rubra, a mauve primrose, was introduced from Turkey by John Tradescant. Thus began the Elizabethan primrose craze.

The final two primroses are complex hybrids, often the result of crossing and recrossing several species over centuries of cultivation. These fancy primroses look like cancan dancers to me and they certainly bring a bit of excitement to a spring garden, so I say, " Vive la différence!

#flowers #photographers on tumblr #primrose #spring flowers #vive la différence #fleurs #flores #fiori #blumen #bloemen #Vancouver #Canada

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lunchboxpoems · 7 months

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OCTOBER

1.

Is it winter again, is it cold again, didn’t Frank just slip on the ice, didn’t he heal, weren’t the spring seeds planted

didn’t the night end, didn’t the melting ice flood the narrow gutters

wasn’t my body rescued, wasn’t it safe

didn’t the scar form, invisible above the injury

terror and cold, didn’t they just end, wasn’t the back garden harrowed and planted–

I remember how the earth felt, red and dense, in stiff rows, weren’t the seeds planted, didn’t vines climb the south wall

I can’t hear your voice for the wind’s cries, whistling over the bare ground

I no longer care what sound it makes

when I was silenced, when did it first seem pointless to describe that sound

what it sounds like can’t change what it is–

didn’t the night end, wasn’t the earth safe when it was planted

didn’t we plant the seeds, weren’t we necessary to the earth,

the vines, were they harvested?

. 2.

Summer after summer has ended, balm after violence: it does me no good to be good to me now; violence has changed me.

Daybreak. The low hills shine ochre and fire, even the fields shine. I know what I see; sun that could be the August sun, returning everything that was taken away —

You hear this voice? This is my mind’s voice; you can’t touch my body now. It has changed once, it has hardened, don’t ask it to respond again.

A day like a day in summer. Exceptionally still. The long shadows of the maples nearly mauve on the gravel paths. And in the evening, warmth. Night like a night in summer.

It does me no good; violence has changed me. My body has grown cold like the stripped fields; now there is only my mind, cautious and wary, with the sense it is being tested.

Once more, the sun rises as it rose in summer; bounty, balm after violence. Balm after the leaves have changed, after the fields have been harvested and turned.

Tell me this is the future, I won’t believe you. Tell me I’m living, I won’t believe you.

. 3.

Snow had fallen. I remember music from an open window.

Come to me, said the world. This is not to say it spoke in exact sentences but that I perceived beauty in this manner.

Sunrise. A film of moisture on each living thing. Pools of cold light formed in the gutters.

I stood at the doorway, ridiculous as it now seems.

What others found in art, I found in nature. What others found in human love, I found in nature. Very simple. But there was no voice there.

Winter was over. In the thawed dirt, bits of green were showing.

Come to me, said the world. I was standing in my wool coat at a kind of bright portal — I can finally say long ago; it gives me considerable pleasure. Beauty the healer, the teacher —

death cannot harm me more than you have harmed me, my beloved life.

. 4.

The light has changed; middle C is tuned darker now. And the songs of morning sound over-rehearsed. —

This is the light of autumn, not the light of spring. The light of autumn: you will not be spared.

The songs have changed; the unspeakable has entered them.

This is the light of autumn, not the light that says I am reborn.

Not the spring dawn: I strained, I suffered, I was delivered. This is the present, an allegory of waste.

So much has changed. And still, you are fortunate: the ideal burns in you like a fever. Or not like a fever, like a second heart.

The songs have changed, but really they are still quite beautiful. They have been concentrated in a smaller space, the space of the mind. They are dark, now, with desolation and anguish.

And yet the notes recur. They hover oddly in anticipation of silence. The ear gets used to them. The eye gets used to disappearances.

You will not be spared, nor will what you love be spared.

A wind has come and gone, taking apart the mind; it has left in its wake a strange lucidity.

How priviledged you are, to be passionately clinging to what you love; the forfeit of hope has not destroyed you.

Maestro, doloroso:

This is the light of autumn; it has turned on us. Surely it is a privilege to approach the end still believing in something.

. 5.

It is true that there is not enough beauty in the world. It is also true that I am not competent to restore it. Neither is there candor, and here I may be of some use.

I am at work, though I am silent.

The bland

misery of the world bounds us on either side, an alley

lined with trees; we are

companions here, not speaking, each with his own thoughts;

behind the trees, iron gates of the private houses, the shuttered rooms

somehow deserted, abandoned,

as though it were the artist’s duty to create hope, but out of what? what?

the word itself false, a device to refute perception — At the intersection,

ornamental lights of the season.

I was young here. Riding the subway with my small book as though to defend myself against

the same world:

you are not alone, the poem said, in the dark tunnel.

. 6.

The brightness of the day becomes the brightness of the night; the fire becomes the mirror.

My friend the earth is bitter; I think sunlight has failed her. Bitter or weary, it is hard to say.

Between herself and the sun, something has ended. She wants, now, to be left alone; I think we must give up turning to her for affirmation.

Above the fields, above the roofs of the village houses, the brilliance that made all life possible becomes the cold stars.

Lie still and watch: they give nothing but ask nothing.

From within the earth’s bitter disgrace, coldness and barrenness

my friend the moon rises: she is beautiful tonight, but when is she not beautiful?

LOUISE GLUCK (1943-2023)

#louise gluck #poem #poetry #october poem

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hotdrinks · 2 years

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[image ID: a digital illustration of Jon Sims and Martin Blackwood kissing in a garden. Jon is a short, thin, Indian Man with long dark salt and pepper hair tied into a bun. Martin is a tall, fat, white man with short reddish brown hair. His glasses are on top of his head. Jon is wearing a green sweater over a white button up shirt, and martin is wearing a light mauve sweater. They are both wearing dark pants. They are standing in the archway of a red brick wall, framed by green shrubs and yellow iris flowers on the ground. The brick wall is partially covered by dark green hanging ivy on the upper right side, and partially obscured by a tree with light green leaves and round yellow-orange fruits on the left. The lighting is ambient and autumnal. End image ID]

Jmart garden smooch commission for @primtheamazing! LOVED drawing this! Thank you!!

#my art #jonmartin #jmart #this was the one my coworker saw and said 'is the white one chunky??? i love gay people'#commissions

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candywife333 · 6 months

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Damn, Dude's Horny

PART 5 of Just Want to See you Like That

This series is based on Jungkook's 3D and is probably going to have close to 6-7 parts, depending on where the storyline takes me. I'm feeling a bit dramatic, so expect a lot of angst. Tumblr is going to be referenced in this fic under a different name, Bumblr (I know, totally goofy name).

Summary: Y/N, an overworked employee at HYBE , only ever posted on Bumblr when she was feeling cornered. It was truly her escape. She didn't really do insta or even twitter. Most people would look at her and think this glass wearing quiet girl would most probably be posting pics of flowers and cute animals. But no, looks could be deceiving. Y/N's posts were far from innocent. In fact , they were borderline risque. She didn't expect anybody but a few horny people to come across these pics; people who would view and compliment in the best case scenario. What she didn't expect was that a certain star would be a regular consumer of her material. A star that technically had no business simping after her like that.

Disclaimer: This work is not representative of the real Jungkook's personality and behavior. It is merely fiction and please treat it as such.

Trigger Warning: voyeurism, exhibitionism, may or may not have dub-con later on

Please don't read the fic if any of these themes are disturbing or offensive to you.

Taglist is open

I grumbled under my breath the entire way back to my house. I still couldn't believe I was going back home with my literal harasser; a guy I barely knew. I thanked the cab driver and grabbed Jungkook to help him out of the car. His majesty obliged my poor effort by grabbing one of my tits with his right hand and my back with his other, shoving his face into my collarbone , hot breath gliding over my skin, making me shiver.

Climbing up a flight of stairs with a heavy man leaning on me would not be pleasant. But with some grunting and cursing, I finally got him up to my solace, my beautiful home; the one redeeming quality in my life. My grandmother had left it to me. Initially it was a house with two separate floors, with separate kitchens on each floor. The floors were connected by a staircase, but were otherwise two separate units. With the tough financial constraints of having to fund my own life, I leased the bottom floor to a renter, so I could get some sort of passive income to save in my bank account.

In my opinion, the top floor was the best floor. I kept a beautiful terrace filled with a full nursery of flowers of many varieties and vegetables aplenty for me to cook with. With how much produce I got from my garden, I barely had to venture out to the farmer's market for fruits and vegetables. My roses, my babies were all lined up in a row, merely swaying with the night breeze. Placed right next to it was my sofa swing, adorned with fairy lights in the center.

Gazing at my little plant babies to calm me down, I placed Jungkook on my sky blue comfy roll out sofa. He would be sleeping on it tonight. Placing a cup of water and 2 ibuprofen pills on the coffee table next to his sleeping form, I pushed him onto his side to ensure that he wouldn't choke on his own spit and die.

I walked into my bedroom, showering quickly and put on a pink babydoll lace top and matching shorts. I turned off my lamplight, getting my alarm ready for the next day.

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I got up in the morning in a surprisingly good mood, despite what had transpired the night before. I opened my window, feeling the cool breeze filter in. My only suitors, the bevy of morning glories outside my window had changed into a mauve shade in the presence of weak sunlight.

I decided to forgo my robe. It was my house, why should I feel uncomfortable in it? He was the unwelcome guest. I ventured out to see him sprawled out onto the pull out couch still knocked out. I don't know how a human being could look so ethereal even with drool dripping down his chin. I guess that's what glutathione drips, thousands of dollars spent at a dermatologist, and good genes does for a person.

I decided to whip up a hearty breakfast before heading into work around 10 AM since there wouldn't be much to do today. I worked on dicing vegetables for the japchae I would make and got some salmon out to lightly fry with a marinade. I made a few omelettes, cutting up a few of them into tiny strips to go with fried rice for lunch. The last item to be made was kimbap stuffed with chicken and spicy mayo sauce I had already made yesterday.

As I was busy getting everything together, I failed to notice the man slowly waking up near me.

Jungkook's POV

I woke up to what seemed to be the faint noises of cooking. It was quiet except for some soft humming and the faint sizzle of oil simmering in a pan. The smell was spectacular, the scent of meat and noodles permeating the place. I sat up slowly to be greeted by a sight so different from what I was prepared for. The house was very quaintly decorated, like something in a movie about fairies and elves.

There were two humongous bay windows filled with soft looking pink cushions next to them and numerous other sofa cushions strewn over the house giving the place a cozy feel. Daylight filtered in and I caught the sight of humongous maple trees and flowers of different varieties clustered outside the windows. A wind chime sat next to the window, making faint musical harmonies with the birds chirping outside.

The place looked like a cross between a tree house and a cottage, yet somehow furnished with cozy interiors of pink and baby blue. I couldn't believe a place like this existed in Seoul. It must be super expensive to acquire this space.

My cheeks blushed as I was met with an even more delectable sight, Y/N was at the kitchen, back faced towards me. She was cooking something at the stove, expertly flipping what seemed to be numerous omelettes and grilling fish. It was my lucky day. Her scrumptious ass was faced towards me. She was in a dainty baby doll dress littered with little flowers, her ass framed by pink silk shorts that barely covered her. Her thick thighs and voluptuous butt were even more accentuated as she bent upwards to reach for something in a cupboard above.

If she looked so perfect from the back, I couldn't wait to see what she looked like from the front. I had never seen her so scantily clad, and I was already frothing at the mouth. She was my dream girl when I found her online, and after seeing her in person, I merely confirmed my prior assumption. She was definitely the one for me. Her sassy mouth, confidence, strength, and her beautifully addictive body could not go to any other man but me.

She turned around and as my jaw dropped seeing her plentiful cleavage spilling out of the bounds of the top, begging to be squeezed and kissed, she quirked her eyebrow at me, "Aren't you going to leave now? Wouldn't want your presence disturbing my brunch".

taglist: @fortunecookiesworld, @sporadicarcadebanana

@darkuni63 , @jessicalynn85 ,

#chubby reader #jungkook x reader #bts x reader #bts x plus size reader #eventual smut #curvy reader #bts #angst #self love #smut #chubby reader x bts #chubby reader x jungkook #chubby reader smut #y/n x bts #y/n x jungkook #jungkook 3D #jungkook x chubby reader smut #jungkook fanfic

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elomart · 2 years

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#2022 #elomart #nature #belgium #belgique #flower #green #flowers #vert #fleur #fleurs #garden #jardin #spring #mauve #violet #purple

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