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mochinomnoms · 8 months

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A Floral Inconvenience

You came into Twisted Wonderland with nothing but the clothes on your back, a literally fiery cat, and an immune system not conditioned to handle the foreign antibodies in the air, earth, or water. It was honestly a miracle that you hadn’t caught some sort of incurable disease, probably because most diseases here required magical output to survive, like plants and water. You weren’t immune to your own feelings though, and magical disease and illnesses have a funny way of adapting themselves to their potential host. It was then that you found yourself prepared for springtime hay fever and allergies, after all pollen was pollen no matter where you were at. What was unexpected, and thus not prepared for, was the disease known as hanahaki, or the flower sickness. Long ago, there existed a family of mages that lived in a small mountain village deep within a jungle that was established by a family of mages. The family protected their village with fantastical and magical abilities, each unique and extraordinary as generation from generation grew. One of those mages, the Flower Bride, had the ability to grow a magnificent array of flora with just the wave of her hand! Flor de mayo, jacarandas, figs and vines all made their home with the Flower Bride. She had a heart so full of feelings, love for her home, family, and her beloved, of course, that her very emotions affected how dazzling those blooms were. The Flower Bride then decided that others should be able to demonstrate their love in the same beauteous display as she did: after all, who wouldn’t want their love developing into only the most lovely blooms? As such, hanahaki was born. Some see it was a blessing, a push, an opportunity for one to confront their feelings. It’s a realization that what they’re feeling is indeed true, the type of love that can only be achieved in fairytales. Others saw it as an inconvenience: after all, sometimes it just wasn’t the right time to confess your love, or they’d be coughing up petals mid-speech, kind of annoying honestly. Yet the sickness would continue until they acknowledge their feelings, the love died down, or it became a chronic illness. Officially dubbed hanahaki by researchers in the East, the disease was also referred to as the flower sickness, being twitterpated, and sometimes even the lovesick florae by the general population. The most commonly afflicted persons fit into two categories: the positively, without a doubt, enamored sort, the twitterpated or lovesick sort of folk. Or, they were the kind to bury their feelings deep deep down and just one day die. It wasn’t unique to any singular species either. It had adapted to afflict humans, beastmen, and even merfolk. Why, not even fae were immune despite their natural immunity to magical disease. Really, it shouldn’t have been any surprise that the emotionally stunted students of Night Raven College would be prime targets for their own bout of hanahaki.

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Dialogue Prompts

“Why is your trash can full of flower petals? Are you secretly a botanist, or is there something you're not telling me?”

“So, I hear you've been coughing up daisies lately. Got any plans to enter the flower business?”

“You know you have it bad when you start sneezing petals every time your crush walks by. At least it's a colorful allergy!”

“I can't believe you're faking a cough just to get some attention. And you're using fake flowers for the petals? That's commitment!”

“I think the local florist is in love with me. Their shop is making a killing off my Hanahaki. Do you think they'll give me a discount?”

“You've got to stop sending secret admirer bouquets to yourself. The delivery guy is starting to think you have a dozen secret admirers.”

“I've heard of wearing your heart on your sleeve, but wearing petals in your hair is a whole new level of fashion statement.”

“I have a steady, loving partner. you on the other hand have a left hand and a sunflower cough.”

“Why'd I have to get a nose full of lilies? I'm allergic, this is so unfair.”

“You think with all the lavender on my head I could make my own syrup out of it?”

“No, I've been practicing my sleight of hand! Watch as I make a bouquet of tulips magically appear—ACK!”

“No, I haven't been growing marigolds out of my ass. Why would you even ask that?!”

“Here, your favorite flower! Hmm? Where'd I get them? Uh, I just found them, around…”

“I'd rather have the thorniest, pesticide ridden roses grow in my mouth before I'd ever admit having any sort of affection for them!”

“Sooo, are you gonna apologize for puking dahlias all over my breakfast?”

“I've never heard of a flower sickness, are you talking about seasonal allergies?”

“Look, even if confessing would let me get rid of the poppies, I'd rather not. Maybe I'll just learn how to make poppy seed muffins or something.”

“Is this normal here?” “Only for the emotionally unavailable folk.” “Ah, so it is.”

“Dude, are your freckles turning into baby's breath?” “AHH!”

“Aren't lotus flowers really good for your skin? Babeeey, I'm set for life—” “NOT WHEN THEY'RE GROWING OUT OF YOUR EARS!”

“Look, I care for you and want you to get laid, but imagine all the money we'd save on tea if you kept growing chamomile from your head.”

“Blehhhg…” “You know I always knew I'd be holding your hair back as you puked your stomach out at a party, I thought it be from the alcohol though, not flowers.”

“You know, some people pay a lot of money for Hanahaki bouquets, have you considered—OW! It was just a suggestion!”

“I'm so happy that you confessed first.” “Why?” “If I had to dig out another hydrangea petal from my teeth, I was gonna lose it.”

“Man, sunflowers have got to be the worst to be puking up.” “Nah man, it's roses and their thorns! They scrap up all up your gums, my dentist bill after was ridiculous!”

🌸 a floral inconvenience masterlist 🌸

gardenias & peonies: silver x f!reader – #13

stargazer lilies: sebek zigvolt x f!reader – #5

dahlias; zinnias & cosmos: ruggie bucchi, trey clover, [separate] x gn!reader - #15, #1

teonanácatl mushrooms: jade leech x gn!reader - #18

lavender roses: floyd leech x gn!reader - #14

lavender: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #18

marigold: vil schoenheit, platonic!ace trappola x gn!reader - #7 & #12

blue hydrangeas: idia shroud x f!reader - #24

baby's breath & red roses: riddle rosehearts x f!reader - #14 & #19 [QUEUED]

amaryllis: lilia vanrouge x gn!reader - #1 [PENDING]

carnations: leona kingscholar x gn!reader - #18 [PENDING]

asters; purple hydrangeas: ace trappola, jamil viper [spearate] x gn!reader - #22, #24 [PENDING]

gerbera daisies: trey clover x gn!reader - #3 [PENDING]

orange poppies & water lilies: azul ashengrotto x gn!reader - #17 [PENDING]

sunflowers: jack howl x gn!reader - #8 [PENDING]

chrysanthemums: jamil viper x gn! reader - #1 [PENDING]

green roses: malleus draconia x gn!reader - #13 & #14 [PENDING]

pink poppies & cala lilies: jamil viper x gn!reader - #17 & #22 [PENDING]

sunflowers: leona kingscholar x f!reader - #8 [PENDING]

BONUS:

azaleas, cornflowers, & white roses: ace trappola, deuce space [poly] x gn! reader - #6, #3, & #22 [PENDING]

#twst #twisted wonderland #twst prompts #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #a floral inconvenience #writing prompts #hanahaki au #mochi masterlist

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thepromptfoundry · 3 months

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The prompt theme for April 2024 is April Flowers!

Grab your garden gloves, dig out your vases, and check out a book on Victorian flower language! (And click the list image for higher quaility while you're at it.)

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Feel free to combine different days' prompts with each other, or combine them with other seasonal events! Use your OCs, your favorite characters from media, whatever tickles your fancy.

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1 Daffodils Yellow and/or white Associated with springtime and good luck, white ones also associated with death

2 Roses Wide range of colours, including red, white, pink, yellow, orange, and combinations thereof Associated with various forms of love, romance, respect, apology, and congratulations

3 Wisteria Usually purple or blue, sometimes pink or white Associated with longevity and fortune

4 Bird of Paradise Orange or white Associated with freedom, faithfulness, and regality

5 Cherry Blossoms Pinks and/or white Also known by their Japanese name “sakura” Associated with springtime, love, femininity, and mindfulness

6 Sunflowers Usually yellow, sometimes with orange or red Associated with the sun, longevity, loyalty, vigor and vitality

7 Bleeding Hearts Pink or red with white, or white Associated with love, heartbreak, and compassion

8 Hydrangeas Range from blue through purple to pink, white, or green Associated with gratitude, unity, regality, good fortune, and love (particularly for pink blooms)

9 Gardenias White or cream Associated with trust, hope, peace, secret love, and the Greek god of dreams, Morpheus

10 Poppies Red or orange, or less often yellow, pink, white, or black Associated with sleep and death, peace (white), prosperity (yellow), oblivion and loss (black), remembrance of WWI (red)

11 Lilacs Purples, blue, or white Associated with lost love, new love, reflection, and tranquility

12 Coreopsis Colour range from yellow to deep red, often bi-coloured Associated with cheerfulness, gratitude, friendship, and happiness

13 Allium Most often purple or white; also burgundy, yellow, and orange Recognizable as garlic flowers Associated with patience, unity, courage, and protection (such as against vampires)

14 Bluebells A range of blues and purples, occasionally pink Associated with everlasting love, faeries, enchantment, and gratitude

15 Honeysuckle Yellow, white, pink, or red Associated with love, trust, playfulness, and respect

16 Geraniums Red, pink, or white Associated with affection, passion, clandestine meetings, purity (white), and foolishness

17 Morning Glory Blues and purples, pink, red, white, or yellow Associated with young love, unrequited love, renewal

18 Sweet Pea Extremely wide range of colours including pink, cream, red, purple, and blue, but not yellow Associated with farewells, brides, playfulness, and romance (especially red blooms)

19 Buttercups Yellow Associated with youth, playfulness, and happiness

20 Passion Flowers White with purple or blue Associated with strength, hope, care, and the crucifixion of Jesus

21 Hollyhocks Pink, white, red, yellow, or purple Associated with prosperity, privacy, ambition, abundance, congratulations, and encouragement

22 Echinacea Most often purple; also red, pink, orange, yellow, or white Associated with health, healing, wellness, happiness, and elegance

23 Lotuses Wide range of colors including pinks, purples, red, orange, yellow, blue, white, and black Associated with beauty, purity, spirituality and spiritual enlightenment, love (red), tranquility (blue), authority and power (black), and gentleness (pink)

24 Black-Eyed Susans Yellow or orange with a dark brown/black center Associated with friendship, optimism, resilience, and support

25 Hibiscus Wide range of colours and colour combinations, often including red, pink, yellow, and/or white Associated with Hawaii and other tropical areas, prosperity, womanhood and (feminine) sexuality, friendship, and love

26 Lavender Most often purples and blues, sometimes cream or pink Associated with calmness, tranqility, devotion, sleep and dreams, clarity of mind, and France

27 Wallflowers Wide range of colours including orange, yellow, red, pink, and purple, multiple colours of bloom may appear on one plant Associated with faithfulness between lovers, friendship, being overlooked, and shyness

28 Larkspur Purple, pink, blue, or white Associated with protection, dedication, first love, ambition, and respectability

29 Jasmine White or yellow Associated with purity, respect, sensuality, motherhood, devotion, and beauty

30 Dahlias Pink, white, purple, blue, red, and “black” (very dark red) Associated with grace, strength, resilience, commitment, femininity (pink), change (blue), and betrayal (black)

#the prompt foundry #april flowers 2024 #prompt list #writing prompt #writing challenge #art prompt #art challenge #flowers #floral

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tawfee · 3 months

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had to contribute to this twitter trend

#sonic the hedgehog #sonic #sth #shadow the hedgehog #art #THERES A FLORAL LACE TEXTURE ON SAI 2????????????#will be using from now on #also this prompt was made for me

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serickswrites · 7 months

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Make Me

Part 2 Part 3

Warnings: manipulation, abusive relationship, yandere

“Took you long enough to get home,” Whumper drawled from the chair they were seated in.

Whumpee jumped at Whumper’s words. They cringed as they turned to see Whumper’s angry stare. “Sorry, I didn’t realize you were waiting for me.”

“I always wait for you, Whumpee. You know that. I can’t believe you would leave me hanging like that.” Whumper gestured at the florals in a vase by the sink. “I even got you the flowers you like so much.”

Whumpee frowned. “That’s very kind of you, Whumper. And I am sorry you waited for me.” Whumpee did not say that they were just roommates and it didn’t matter what they did with their time. “Maybe you and I can make a plan next time? That way if I have other plans—“

“We always have dinner together Friday nights. Always. I turned down so many different plans to keep our Friday date,” Whumper glared at Whumpee. “I see you couldn’t do the same for me. You’re so inconsiderate.”

“I’m sorry, Whumper, truly,” Whumpee back pedaled. They hadn’t realized how obsessed Whumper was with them. They had ignored the frantic texts wanting to know Whumpee’s schedule daily—surely that was normal roommate stuff. They had ignored that Whumper always seemed to be waiting for them. They had ignored that Whumper always wanted to make plans together. But now, now they couldn’t ignore Whumper’s anger.

“I know you were with Caretaker. Don’t lie to me. I’m not as stupid as you think I am.”

Whumpee swallowed. “I was. Why would I lie?”

Whumper gave a bark of humorless laughter. “So you were with them? Instead of me? Whumpee how could you?”

“I can spend time with my friends, Whumper. And what does it matter to you who I spend my time with? We’re just roommates. I’d like to think we are friends, but I’m not so certain about that anymore.”

Whumper’s face went flat. “You don’t love me?” Their bottom lip quivered. “How could you say that?”

“Whumper, I—“

Whumper jumped up, grabbing Whumpee roughly. “If you don’t love me, no one will get your love ever again!”

#serickswrites #whump #whumpblr #whump writing #whump community #tw manipulation #tw abusive relationship #tw yandere #whumptober #whumptober 2023 #whumptober day 19 #I’ll take one final step all you have to do is make me #prompt: floral bouquet #prompt: I’m not as stupid as you think i am #queue

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floral-force · 1 year

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Can I have "I'll show you how much I love you" with Hunter x reader where he sees reader's scars from her past and he kisses them make it fluffy!

of course you can!! thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy this little fic of protective!hunter goodness.

(requests are open! search the tags #prompt requests or #prompts and send me an ask!)

Healing

hunter x f!reader

summary: You're injured during a skirmish, and your lover, Hunter, takes it upon himself to tend to your wounds--past and present.

words: 2k+

warnings/tags: not explicit, but my blog is 18+ ONLY. protective!hunter, brief mentions of injury (blood, pain, darkening of skin from a bruise (no color mentioned), needle), past scars from battles, gentle!hunter is my weakness!!

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The injury had been your own fault. The cost of your amateur mistake led to you getting a blaster bolt to the bicep and a bruised ego—painful, but nothing you couldn’t handle. Luckily, Wrecker had been there to cover for you as you scrambled behind some bushes to quickly slap something over the wound as a temporary field fix. As soon as you’d all made it back to the ship with the chip Rex had asked for, Tech and Echo blasted off into hyperspace, and you set down your rifle and removed your helmet, saying you were going to patch yourself up and denying offers of help. A broad shadow followed you despite your curt refusals.

In the moment on the field, Hunter had kept his cool, remaining the fierce, steady leader of the Batch even when you announced that you’d been hit over comms. In the private, quiet space of the Marauder’s tiny medbay, however, Hunter was a totally different man.

You plopped down onto the tiny bench and winced when your right arm was jostled. The adrenaline had finally worn off, and now you were left to deal with the pain on your own. You were still applying pressure to the area, your palm growing wet as the emergency bacta became saturated with your blood. Part of you worried this was more serious than you’d initially thought, but you shoved that thought away—it’d do you no good right now.

The shadow had materialized at your side despite your annoyed groans and rolled eyes. Hunter was digging through the cabinet and shelves next to you, pulling out various medkit items and muttering to himself.

“Hunter, I can do this myself.”

“I won’t let you,” he declared, giving you a stern look. “Is it just your arm?”

You shook your head, removing your chest plate. “Think I got a bruise or something, even with my armor.”

He clicked his tongue, that over-protective streak within him bubbling to the surface at your admission. You knew his actions came from a place of love and tenderness, but sometimes it could be overbearing, especially when it was a wound you could patch up yourself. Your fearless lover was a caring man at his core, and he seemed to project that trait onto you whenever he could since his brothers were resistant to it at times.

Hunter removed your shoulder pauldrons and vambraces, dark eyebrows furrowing when you hissed as he worked on the armor on your wounded arm. “You need to be more careful.”

“I am,” you protested with a roll of your eyes. It felt childish, especially as he began to prep various med items for your injury once your armor sat piled next to you. “Shit just happens, you know that.”

“Seems to happen a lot for you,” Hunter countered, raising an eyebrow.

Heat singed the tips of your ears, and you pressed down harder on your wound. There was silence as his brown eyes looked you over, searching yours and softening when he saw you wince.

“I have to take your top off.”

“Buy me dinner first,” you teased, trying to lighten the serious mood Hunter had filled the air with.

Hunter huffed and held back the smile that quirked the corner of his plush lips. “Since I don’t want you moving your arm, I’m gonna cut it off.”

Hunter whipped his knife off his tac belt, turning around and crouching in front of you. You had no qualms about it—you didn’t want to move your arm more than you had to—but you were thoroughly annoyed about losing one of your blacks. Cutting the top meant losing the rest of it. Hunter didn’t care even though he knew this; he cared more about making sure you—his girl; his sweet, precious thing—were safe and sound. So, you acquiesced with a nod of your head, grimacing as you heard the blade slice the fabric and rip from the pull of his rough hands. The fabric split open down your front, exposing the chest band you wore under your blacks.

“Let go of your arm for a moment, gotta cut this sleeve off.”

You knew Hunter could tear it with his bare hands and sheer determination, but there was that gentleness again. You glanced at your palm as you set it in your lap, gulping at how red it was. Judging from the way Hunter’s breath hitched after peeling off your cut sleeve, you assumed the bacta patch had done a shit job. At least it had stopped the bleeding long enough for you to make it back with the rest of the Batch, though, and for that, you were both grateful.

Hunter’s eyes met yours, then flicked back to your wound and trailed down your torso from your neck to your bellybutton where the ripped fabric hung off around your hips.

“I didn’t realize—” Hunter started, then stopped, shaking his head and grabbing a bottle of antiseptic and gauze.

“Didn’t realize what?” you questioned.

He grunted to himself. “Nothing. This might hurt a bit, baby.”

His pet name soothed you for only a few second before the first gentle press of antiseptic-soaked gauze made you hiss in pain. You squeezed your eyes shut when you felt a burn on your arm, tiny pinpricks agitating your angry wound with each dab. He shushed you and repeated your name, his rumbling voice taking on that sweet, velvety tone he only shared with you.

“Kriff, love,” Hunter mumbled.

“Is it bad?”

“Might need a bacta shot.”

You leaned back into the metal wall with a sigh, looking up at the ceiling. “Do what you gotta do, babe.”

You heard him hum and stand up and watched him take a needle out of a black pouch. Without a word, he quickly stuck the needle in your arm and pressed down on the plunger. You looked at him the entire time, his warm brown hand coming to rest over yours once he was finished with the shot, a calloused thumb stroking across the back of your hand. Hunter was a natural at soothing you, whether it was a panic attack in the middle of the night or playing along with you when you ran to him after getting a tiny cut. Even fully dressed in his armor, blaster on his hip, smears of dirt on his cheeks and the tip of his broad nose, he was your gentle lover, the man you’d run to in times of pain and uncertainty.

The burning was soothed by smears of a cool gel, tingling at first before smoothing into soft waves of relief. Hunter gently applied a bacta patch, his hands wrapping around your bicep as he pressed down the edges, making sure it was in place. You smiled up at him, glad when he met yours with his, the tender one he saved just for you.

“You didn’t have to do all of that for little ol’ me.”

He kissed your temple, a thumb stroking your chin. He whispered into your skin, “I love doing it for you.”

“I know you do,” you smiled, the pain from your wound fading with another kiss pressed into your forehead.

“Want me to take care of that bruise?” he asked, gently poking the darkened skin on your left side underneath your last rib. When you hissed in pain, he gave you a doleful look. “I think I have a cooling pack in the cabinet.”

You noticed his eyes lingering on your torso and wandering across your skin, and you swallowed thickly, realizing what he was so captivated by.

“Hunter,” you called, directing his attention to your face and away from the scars littering your skin.

“How did you get all of them?” he asked hesitantly. You could tell he was hiding his anxiety underneath his stony expression, his dark curls bouncing on his shoulder when he turned his head suddenly to reach for a white pack in the cabinet.

You shrugged, dropping your gaze to your boots as he cracked the pack and shook it. “I’m clumsy,” you said with an embarrassed chuckle. “They’re just souvenirs from my life before I had you watching over me.”

Hunter gently pressed the pack to your bruise, letting you rest your stained palm over the back of his hand. He cared for you in his own way, and you knew he was torn up about your scars. You’d done a piss-poor job of patching them up, so now you carried artifacts of your past life before the Batch barreled into it, ancient relics of a time without the tenderness of your lover, fossils from your time spent fighting alone. You realized he’d never seen them in the light before; only a few were raised, but he’d never commented on them. He just ran his broad fingertips over them as he kissed you in the confines of your bunk, your legs tangled with his muscular thighs.

You’d felt the scars littering his warm brown skin when he held you at his side, tucked into his arm and surrounded by his protective embrace. You ran your hand over his soft stomach and chest, mapping out the jagged positions, stretching your hand across his collarbone and plotting the coordinates of the splotches scattered on his bicep before diving to his muscular thighs and discovering the ones hidden there. Hunter was a man of action, a fierce soldier, a loyal brother, a tender lover. Your gentle touch lit something within him—you could see it in his eyes when you kissed the raised, discolored scar resting under his right ribs, could see it in his smile when you tended to a new wound of his after a skirmish.

You never asked, and he never asked you, either. All you knew was that he was yours now, and you were his, and he’d protect you with every fiber of his being, every bone in his body.

“And now that I am,” Hunter said, kissing the corner of your mouth, “I’ll show you how much I love you.”

“How do you plan on doing that?” you murmured, head suddenly light.

His hands urged you to press the pack against your bruise with your palm as he lowered to his knees in front of you. You sucked in a breath at the sight of him between your legs, something warm pooling within your chest. Nothing sexual or arousing, something warm and affectionate, something Hunter reserved just for you.

His warm hands gently moved the torn fabric of the top of your blacks, trying to force it back and out of the way. You twitched when his fingers brushed against your waist, goosebumps peppering the skin of your forearms when you felt his warm breath linger above your belly button, lips hovering near an old, nearly faded scar. He looked up at you, a soft smile painting his face.

“I’ll start by kissing this.” He pressed a delicate kiss to the scar, gently placing his hands on your waist to hold you in place as if he was afraid you’d fly away and out of his grasp.

Hunter’s eyes fluttered closed as he moved to kiss a scar a few inches under the cold pack. “And this.” His plush lips worshipped your sore skin with a delicate kiss.

“This one, too.” He straightened his spine and kissed a scar right below your chest band, lips warm on the discolored splotch.

Your throat had grown tight and hot, your eyes starting to brim with tears as he continued his adoring expedition across your scarred skin. When he reached a scar on your collarbone, he kissed it, then stood and bent his head to touch his forehead to yours. Your eyes searched his dark ones, leaning into his warm palm when he cupped your cheek. You’d forgotten almost entirely about the dull throb in your bicep and the sensitive bruise on your belly. All you could feel was Hunter and his love for you as he hovered his lips over yours, gentle breaths coating your parted lips.

“I’ll always take care of you, my love.”

You closed the gap, nodding and kissing him deeply, breathing him in and giving in to him.

He pulled back and smiled affectionately at you, his thumb stroking across the apple of your cheek. “I’ll always protect you, my sweet, sweet girl.”

“I know you will, Hunter,” you whispered.

“Always,” he murmured, sealing his promise with a kiss to your forehead.

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mylians · 1 month

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astarte-salon · 22 days

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Prompt: Whimsical tiny flowers using acrylic paint muted Monet style, pastel colors, white canvas background --ar 9:16

#midjorneyart #midjourney #concept art #commercial illustration #ai art #prompt #prompt ai #prompt midjorney #pink flowers #floral #floral aesthetic #floral art #pastel colors #pastels

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kybercrystals94 · 7 months

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Flower Crowns

By KyberCrystals94

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Whumptober 2023|Day 19|Prompt 19: Floral Bouquet

Rating: G

Words: 851

Summary: Wrecker helps Omega make a flower crown.

“Do you think we could make a flower crown?” Omega asks, plucking another blossom hanging low enough for her to reach from her perch on Wrecker’s shoulders.

“Sure, kid,” Wrecker says, “we’ll make you the prettiest flower crown in the galaxy.”

Omega laughs, handing the flower down for Wrecker to add to the floral bouquet he’s got in one fist, his other hand clutched around Omega’s ankle to keep her from toppling over while she reaches overhead. “Have you ever made a flower crown before?”

“Nah, but it can’t be harder than wiring an explosive,” Wrecker returns with a booming laugh. “Lot safer too.”

Omega giggles again, a sweet, melodic sound that makes Wrecker’s heart constrict with an emotion he didn’t even know he had in him until he met his little sister...a feathery light happiness that tries to burst out of him and fly away.

Another flower is passed down, and another and another. Wrecker takes a step every couple minutes, giving Omega new access to the bright pink and purple petaled blooms cascading from the wispy branches of a tree they found. While Hunter and Echo had gone into the village on a supply run, Tech, Wrecker and Omega went on a “nature walk,” as Omega called it. Tech preferred “research expedition,” and the two of them argued lightly over the merits of both titles. Ultimately, Omega won because Wrecker sided with her.

“You always side with Omega, regardless of the facts,” Tech complained, but his eyes betrayed the smile under his helmet.

“Only when she’s right,” Wrecker said.

Omega beamed. “And I am. Nature walk sounds nicer than research expedition.”

When they found the flowering tree, Omega immediately suggested making a bouquet of the flowers, saying they would look so beautiful in her gunner’s mount room. Tech ran a scan over one of the specimens and declared it safe to touch. He then promised he would show Omega how to dry the flowers so that she could save them later that evening.

“I am going to walk a little further on,” Tech said, looking down at his data pad. “Would you like me to meet you back here, or would you like to attempt to catch up to me?”

“I want to stay here,” Omega decided.

So, Tech walked on, promising to check in occasionally over comm, leaving Wrecker and Omega to gather her newfound treasures.

“I think we’ve got enough flowers to make a thousand flower crowns,” Wrecker exaggerates. The truth is, he can barely hold the bouquet in his hand without the risk of dropping some or crushing them at this point.

He feels Omega lean over his head to inspect their collection. “Hmm, we might have enough for nine hundred and ninety-nine,” she concedes.

Wrecker laughs and kneels so she can climb down from his shoulders. She takes the bundle of flowers in her arms, and they find a spot under the tree to begin the flower crown project.

Wrecker begins twisting the stems together like he would wire, folding and bending the ends together. Omega watches with wide eyed fascination for several minutes before making her own attempt. When her flowers refuse to be strung together, she drops them in her lap with a growl of frustration. “How do you make it look so easy?”

“Practice,” Wrecker says, winking his good eye at her.

Omega gives him a look. “You said you’ve never made a flower crown before.”

“No, but I’ve made plenty of explosives and Tech has me help him sometimes with the ship’s wiring. I guess twisting the stems like this is kinda like that. Just muscle memory.”

“Can you teach me?” Omega asks.

“‘Course I can,” Wrecker says. He pats the ground next to him, and Omega crawls over and leans into his side. Wrecker resumes his work on the flower crown, weaving new flowers and stems together with large but nimble fingers. He tries to slow down, exaggerate his movements.

Omega watches with adorable concentration, brow furrowed, mouth in a thin line.

“And we’ll tie it off like so,” Wrecker says, weaving the two ends of his flower chain together to create a halo. Turning, Wrecker holds the crown over Omega’s head. “M’lady,” he says and puts the crown over Omega’s blond locks.

Omega’s giggling smile absolutely melts his heart.

“Your turn,” he says, reaching out and picking up Omega’s abandoned project. “Let’s see what you learned.”

The second attempt goes better than the first; however, Omega’s flowers don’t hold together quite as well. She seems proud of her work nonetheless and stands up and drops the pink and purple thing on Wrecker’s head. “There. Now we match,” she says with a grin.

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The Marauder is quiet. Echo has first watch; Hunter is finally asleep.

Wrecker climbs up into the gunner’s mount room. He sits on the floor and stares at the wall where Omega’s dried pink and purple flowers hang. The ones Tech helped her make that warm afternoon a lifetime ago, when everything felt almost perfect for the briefest of moments.

He misses that feathery light happiness.

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creative-author · 4 months

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Guys, I found something on Pinterest today!

I scrolled through Pinterest (as you would if you are bored at work) and I stumbled across this outfit. I think it suits Audrey before D3.

It reminds me of some Outfits for a few games from the Descendants Franchise. What do you think?

Maybe someone can draw her wearing this? Please?

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seaside-writings · 1 year

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Prompt #952

"The flowers would like to speak with you, dear,"

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dryndelicate · 1 month

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Female airline pilot, peach lipstick, curly redhead, wearing a stiff glossy floral pink satin blouse and a matching wide flaring skirt, in her cockpit seat, color photo

I think this shows how much variation the AI is adding. All those results from that same prompt.

#ai generated #satin blouse #floral #silk scarf #redhead #prompt

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petiteredthinker · 8 months

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Remebering the sweet sweet memories we shared together;

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joyouart · 8 months

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Inktober 2023 // Day 1: Dream

Ipomoea Alba, commonly known as Moonflower, blooms in the evening and remains open until the morning dew hits. On overcast days, it may remain open for longer.

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Writing prompts about Flowers

The Forgotten Garden: In a neglected corner of the city lies a mysterious garden overrun with wildflowers. People say it's enchanted, but no one dares to enter. What secrets does this garden hold?

The Florist's Curse: A florist discovers that every bouquet she creates holds a hidden message. As she delves deeper into the mystery, she realizes that the flowers themselves are trying to communicate with her. What do they want her to know?

The Last Bloom: In a world where flowers are extinct, a botanist stumbles upon a single surviving species. She must protect it from those who would exploit its powers for their own gain. Can she save the last bloom?

The Flower Whisperer: A young girl discovers she has the ability to communicate with flowers. With this gift comes great responsibility as she learns of a plot to eradicate all the world's flowers. Can she use her powers to save them in time?

The Garden of Memories: A widower tends to his late wife's garden, where each flower holds a memory of their life together. As he navigates grief and loss, he finds solace among the petals. But when a stranger appears claiming to know the garden's secrets, he must confront the past he's been avoiding.

Blossoming Love: In a small town, two rival florists compete for the affection of the same customer. As they vie for attention with their elaborate arrangements, they find themselves falling for each other instead. Will their budding romance survive the competition?

The Midnight Garden: Every night, a garden blooms in the moonlight, revealing flowers of unearthly beauty. One night, a curious child follows a mysterious trail of petals into the garden and discovers its magical inhabitants. But with magic comes danger, and the child must find a way to escape before sunrise.

The Flower Festival: In a kingdom where flowers are the source of all magic, an annual festival celebrates their power. But when a sinister force threatens to wither the flowers and drain the kingdom of its magic, a young apprentice must embark on a quest to save the festival and restore balance to the land.

The Orchid Thief: A botanist becomes obsessed with finding a rare and elusive orchid rumored to grant eternal life. His quest takes him deep into the heart of the jungle, where he encounters danger and intrigue at every turn. Will he succeed in his search, or will the orchid's secrets remain hidden forever?

The Language of Flowers: In a society where communication is forbidden, a group of rebels uses the secret language of flowers to send messages and coordinate their resistance. But when their leader is captured, they must rely on a reluctant outsider to help them decipher the clues hidden within the petals and stage a daring rescue.

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