#flowwerpot

[saccharinevampy]

Just a little couple doodle I did for @flowwerpot of their oc with another friend’s

#doodle #flowwerpot #Other people's OCs

[genshinarchives]

Cyno, Al-Haitham, Kaveh, Tighnari / gender-neutral reader.

Synopsis: Cyno's, Kaveh's and Tighnari's reactions to Al-Haitham introducing you as his partner.

Cyno looked at Al-Haitham, then at you as if he was making a detailed analysis of your characters inside his head. While he normally wouldn't butt into other people's love affairs, he couldn't help but internally question your choice of partner.

Of all the people you could have dated in Sumeru, you chose the Scribe? Al-Haitham has zero dating experience, is a chronic bookworm and probably a sociopath deep inside. Cyno was positive that he wouldn't hesitate to abandon you for a measly book about communicating with cats if it ever came to that.

Nu-uh. Al-Haitham doesn't deserve someone like you.

"I think you should break up with him, (y/n)," he bluntly said as he shuffled the deck of cards.

"Cyno, I'm right here."

Kaveh was flabbergasted. Gobsmacked. Stupefied. Bamboozled.

If The Scream existed in Teyvat, that's what Kaveh looked like at the moment.

Since when was Al-Haitham dating you? He doesn't even look like the type to be romantically interested in someone!

Dropping his glass of wine, the architect staggered over to you and clamped his hands down on your shoulders with a disturbed look, beads of cold sweat rolling down his forehead.

There has to be a logical reason behind you, the sweetest angel in Teyvat, dating his sociopathic roommate.

"Are you being threatened?" he asked, puzzling you, "Or... do you have Stockholm Syndrome?" His mind was a whirlpool of unlikely hypotheses, and you swear you could see the spirals in his eyes. "If you need help, you can always come to me."

"Oi."

Tighnari laughed at the news and patted your shoulder as he congratulated the two of you. He knew that Al-Haitham had been secretly crushing on you for the past six months, and was glad that the Scribe actually took his advice after the latter sent him countless letters asking for tips on courting you, including letters detailing how he screwed up pathetically on some attempts.

What is he, a love counsellor?

Tighnari let out a muted sigh, shaking his head at Cyno and Kaveh badmouthing Al-Haitham to you right in front of the man himself, who looked less than pleased by his friends' behaviour.

Although he's happy to see you and Al-Haitham together...

His smile suddenly became strained.

He definitely thought that you could do better than this.

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[ask-idv-florist]

RENEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE anyone been taking care of you while you were under the weather?

“Doctor Emily has been ensuring I make a speedy recovery, as she does with everyone else.” “But I have had an additional guest by my bedside! The company has been quite nice.”

(Ft. Myron from @flowwerpot)

#asks #mun's art #Rene Fils-Amie #Myron #I'm slowly getting to things don't worry #also I took some liberties Lav #hope that's okay! #Promise I'm getting the other asks too btw I just need some time #I'm going to try a reply tonight after a cookout #anonymous

[smittenroses]

A tamaki scenario where the reader is a plant/flower quirk user who's hair flowers changes depending on their emotions so one time s/o is trying to tell Tamaki about something exciting but butterflies keep coming to the point where their flowers keep changing in surprise and s/o just becomes really embarrassed infront of Tamaki to where they just wanna hide from him

𝕭𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖒 || Tamaki Amajiki

//note: I decided to make the flowers Chrysanthemums/mums due to the fact they come in a range of colours to better fit the story

Sometimes you loved your quirk, sometimes you hated it, the mums that grew in your hair blooming and withering at all times of day in a beautiful bloom of flowers. People could read you like a book because of this, and it was something that you couldn’t hide, however what you had yet to see what more than one colour appear. Tamaki was glad because of this, as it was easier to tell if he had upset you, probably one of the many reasons that he had gravitated into your orbit and found you to be enjoyable company.

The constant blooming, the way that your eyes matched the colour of your hair, he didn’t even need to hear you at all to know your mood. The Mums did all the talking for him. Blue had been a colour he had grown to hate on you, knowing that it was the colour of your tears that would run down your face, or red, knowing that something had caused you to become frustrated, but when yellow appeared as golden as the sun he knew that you were fine.

But then more than one colour had begun to appear at a time.

And that’s why he sat there across from you, staring at your hair as he listened to you talk. He hadn’t been sure if you had noticed it yet, but your mums had been blooming in all sorts of colours as of recent, the young male not even getting the chance to ask why as you constantly had been running away. Each time he went to ask, you’d just run and hide and return when everything was back to normal, but his attention was now fixated, captivated by the small mums that had bloomed on the top of your head in an array of gorgeous colours. It was small though, not the flurry of beauty that he had been seeing from the little glimpses he was able to capture before you’d hide.

But you were distant, happy, allowing him to finally see the colours dancing, mingling, blooming in a way that he couldn’t describe, though as his eyes focused back on your face, he realised he had been caught. “You were... staring at them,  weren’t you?” Your voice lingered across the table, cheeks tinged a bit pink as more mums began to grow, the hair that was there becoming covered in them as you reached to hide behind your hair. “I don’t know why it’s been happening lately!” and frankly, neither did he, but reaching a hand across the table to pull some of the flowers from your face, your hair exploded, Tamaki taken aback as the flowers seemed to burst from your head, a bouquet appearing before his eyes in an explosion of colour.

Oh, it was because of him.

#flowwerpot #BNHA #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #imagine #one shot #oneshot #➤ S h e l v e s ⌘ BNHA #tamaki amajiki #tamaki amajiki x reader #⁅ » Writings ⁆

[ask-magnetboi-nortnort]

What's gour favorite kind of crystal?

“Anything that can can fetch a good price on the market. Everybody knows their diamonds, sapphires, and emeralds, but there are other gemstones that can be much more valuable.”

“I only have cheap, common crystals on me, though.”

#answered ask #reply #identity v #norton campbell #crystals #flowwerpot #//haven't adjusted for the price inflation #//these are modern-day prices #//nortnort would've sold anything that wasn't dirt cheap #//he has a small collection of semi-precious ores and metals #//he picks up some neat stuff from the different maps but none of it's too valuable #//so he either keeps them or gifts them to others

[ask-survivor-bane-ann]

⭐

Ann: A story about stars? Well, I do remember a lot of nights when I was at the church and I would always be the one with a very late shift to take down left over sheets that other sisters wouldn't get. It was honestly very relaxing, I rather do enjoy being able to take such a task. The air was always fresh and it was peaceful, no noises besides the sleeping creatures of the night. Sometimes, I would stay outside longer and wonder what kind of life I would live, what greater things would there be for me if I had become a normal woman rather than a nun... I dont regret it.

Bane: Night time was the time I worked best at. Most people would always be stupif enough to go to the manor at night, unaware of traps laid out and sometimes I would catch some stupid kids stuck in a tree or God forbid them caught in a bear trap. You'd think the keep out signs would stop them, it never did. Even so, nights could be peaceful. I rather enjoyed whenever the forest was silent and my deer companion visited, looking up into the sky, knowing that everything would be OK. As a resident and the grounds keeper of the manor, it was my job to make sure everything was ok. It was something i can control and that eased my worry and concern for my wild friends.

#emoji stories #flowwerpot #ask bane #bane perez #ask ann #idv ann #role swap! ann #idv bane #role swap! bane #idv sister #idv huntsman #idv #role swap au #deer

[asktheidvembalmer]

⚘ please and thank you

《Drawing her was fun! Sorry for the wait!》

#flower au; requests #flower au: copycat #flowwer speaks #flowwer asks #flowwer posts #flowwerpot

[ask-idv-stageperformer]

[Rui seems happy to give out hugs!] 

@flowwerpot

#identity v #identity v ask blog #idv askblog #identity v oc #idv oc #rui miura #answered #art.png #flowwerpot #(again sorry abt fucjkgin. posting it 2 early. heres a hug

[cantatricks]

🎨any of them bb

let me draw ur muse

you got it bb

[ @asktheidvgravekeeper ]

#i keep wanting to call him dimitri after fe/3h . . . #[ PREACH ] × messages #andrew kress × asktheidvgravekeeper #ooc × mod mori #flowwerpot

[uwuchang]

Glad you like it, my skin concept i mean! [Mun from @asktheidvembalmer]

i drew a little fanart,,, hes soft @asktheidvembalmer

#aesop #asks #myposts #others fan skins #i kinda winged it on the box im sorry jshjd #flowwerpot

[flowwerpot]

I haven't posted a lot truly here since all my focus are in my blogs and most content I do that isn't posted in my other blogs are to be posted later on so like hhhhh I dont have any to post here haha

#flowwer draws self #flowwer speaks #flowwerpot #my art

[saccharinevampy]

More twist AU, this time with Chao and Dorio (@flowwerpot)

#Chao #Dorio #Other people's OCs #ocs #original characters

[genshinarchives]

𝐆𝐎𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐄𝐒 : 𝐍𝐀𝐕𝐈𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐘 : After the server of Camelot Chronicles crashed, you discovered that you have been transported to the world of Genshin Impact, a fantasy role-playing game that was popular 30 years ago.

𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐒 : Al-Haitham, Kaveh; hints of Cyno x reader

𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐑𝐄 : Romance, adventure, isekai

𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 : Alternate timelines, canon divergent, graphic depictions of violence, major character injury, minor character death, slow-burn romance

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 : ONGOING; SLOW UPDATES

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐒

Prologue

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈𝐈 : 𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒

Chapter 7

𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒

Al-Haitham

Kaveh

Cyno (platonic)

𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐒

Who would be the male lead if there was an anime adaptation?

𝐀 𝐓𝐋𝐃𝐑 𝐆𝐔𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓 : @flowwerpot / @hey-comrade-hold-stil / @genshin-idiot / @crunchy-princeles / @yandere-romanticaa / @tiffthescales / @5ugarcan3 / @hana-chie / @lunavixia / @depressed-bitchy-demon / @cynides / @mangobee / @a-piece-of-shell / @kazukazusbaby / @ella-janehaven / @catvyr / @sophisticatedleslie / @kiraisastay / @miralifox / @night-shadowblood-writes2 / @quintessentialdreaming / @chuusposts / @dulcetamore / @thenyxsky / @anxious-piece-of-bread / @undecidingfate / @sserafimez / @scaranaris-lil-niko / @nirvana5874 / @xcharlottemikaelsonx​ /

#🗺️ : navigation #genshin #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin impact x reader #nahida #cyno #alhaitham #alhaitham x reader #kaveh #kaveh x reader #fem reader #god of heroes

[idv-oletusarchives]

❤

“A story about love? I have…none of my own,but… Brooke Rose told me one once - her kind can convey stories in interestingways, and I was able to write it down in a sort of novel form. Does a storyabout protecting loved ones count as a story about love?” The Archivist opens a tome pulled from the shelf, opening it to a page marked with a purpleribbon.

—-

“They’re late…” Sturdy handspaused in the washing of a pan, their owner looking to the brown-haired wisp ofa woman. She eyed the road that lead up to their quaint cottage at the edge ofthe wood just beyond the town’s defined edge. She tilted her chin, trying tosee around the bend. Her lips pursed lightly together at whatever she saw.

“But they are coming.” He didn’t need to ask. Heknew the answer; her predictions were never wrong. Not ones like this. Hewaited. She hadn’t answered yet. Setting the pan aside out of the sink, heturned to her and called for her softly. “Rose?” Her head turned, and starryvoids flicked across to his tawny eyes. He felt a tightness in his chest.

“Without a doubt.”

She seemed so frail in that moment - the most she’dever been. She’d always been such a strong woman, even when her health tried tofail her. But the Sight took a hefty toll on her - her mind, her body - leavingher a shadow of herself in the aftermath of its offerings. Were the gift topass on, could it be kinder to-

“What about him?” Her eyes grew misty, and hershoulders sagged. He shook his head, slowly at first, then with the firmness ofstubborn denial. “They- They wouldn’t… He’s just a child, Rose. Hehasn’t had a chance yet - they can’t.” Her breath jumped in her throat, and heheld her tightly, running a hand over her hair. “Is there anything we can do?Any-”

Their heads turned towards the window at the owl’scall. The air was stirring. Motion started in the distance of the winding road.She gripped him by the arms as she worried her bottom lip, then squeezed forhis attention, which he gave instantly. “When do the feathers change?”

“At…this rate, not for another year and a half…perhapslonger if…” His brow furrowed as he tried to follow where the question wasleading to. “Why…?” She nodded, firmly, pulling away from him and gatheringitems from the kitchen: herbs, berries, her mortar and pestle, a small brush.His eyes followed her urgently. “Rose?”

“They won’t kill him,” she promised. That was allshe was certain of. “I don’t know what they’ll do, but they won’t kill him.”Her items gathered, she already set to work, barely pausing her craft to turn apleading gaze to him. “If he inherits my sight, he’ll have no defense. This isthe best I can do.” She pulls in a breath, blinking back tears. “Can you buy metime?”

He enveloped her in his arms for a short moment, hiswarmth seeping into her, his forest scent grounding her in the task she neededto perform. He pulled away and held her by the shoulders to meet her eyes. “I’llgive you as long as I can.”

“I won’t waste a second.” They squeezed each other’shands, then she went to work, hands diligent as she called upon a patron she rarely ever uttered the name of: “Ibeseech thee, Lord Has-” The words faded from his ears as he went to the door,though a curious warble and a tug on his shirt gave him pause. He didn’t haveto look down to know how wide the child’s already big eyes were. He knelt down,ruffling fluffy white locks and nuzzling the child, to the smaller one’sdelightful giggling.

“Mind your mother.” The little one deflated, mouthdipping into a pout. “She’ll need your help in a moment. With her magic.” Hewiggled his fingers, and the little boy perked up almost instantly. He ruffledhis hair again and steered him towards the kitchen. “Hurry on, don’t keep herwaiting.” As the child tottered through to the kitchen, he tugged open thefront door, yanking a charm from the coat hook and pulling the leather cordover his neck.

Just in time.

He met them at the edge of the garden, quicklytaking in the sight of over a dozen men wielding sickles and harvesting toolsfor weapons. One man carried a torch. Each face was etched with fear but more sowith determination and, in some places, anger. He knew this, all too well. He’dseen it many times, but never once had he imagined that apprehension would beaimed towards his own home. Gods save them…

The pastor, only a few years his senior, stood atthe head of the group, ramrod straight and eyes burning like coals that refusedto be smothered. He held no instrument of physical harm in his hands, butinstead clutched a Christian Bible to his chest. He - that is, the man of thehouse - did not look upon it with disdain but rather a sort of sad, wretchedgaze. He knew what came next.

“Father Samuel.” By no means would he abandondecorum, of course.

“I don’t think I need to tell you why I’m here, Finnian,”he answered, abrupt and stoic in his tone. The crowd behind him shifted restlessly,tools clattering, feet shuffling in the dirt. Rose had just cleaned that path,too.

“No, I don’t believe you do, Father. However, I do believeit better to take this crowd of yours back to town. Doesn’t the sermon startsoon? An hour from now, yes?” Father Samuel narrowed his eyes and shook hishead fiercely at Finnian’s placating smile.

“Don’t you try to get her out of this, Finnian. Thatwoman is a witch, and we’ve the accounts to prove it.” Murmurs and cries ofassent came from behind him to which he raised a hand, silencing them quite effectively.

“That woman?” The gall of these people. Helooked at them, his neighbors, people he had called his friends before this day.“Rose is not some nameless hag; you know her!”

“That woman has you bewitched you,” a voice criedfrom the crowd. Others chimed in, hawking on about his corruption and the perceivedsin against their god. The Conqueror God, as his family and ancestors knew it.The people carried on and on until Father Samuel’s voice rose above them all: “Renounceher in the name of the Lord God and be saved!”

“That’s my wife you’re talking about!” Thistime it was his own voice that silenced the crowd, and they looked startled,for to them he had always been a mild-mannered fellow. “Samuel, you were at ourwedding-”

“Yes, she had us all fooled to believe she was agodly woman,” the pastor interrupted shrewdly. “As her kind are wont to do -lie and deceive to get in the good graces of the people they leech off of forpower.”

“You have no idea how this works, do you?” Finnianalmost laughed in hysteria. These people-

“I know that God condemns those who practicewitchcraft and commands that they be put to death - that is all that matters.” FatherSamuel took a bold step forward over the border of their property, smearing thethin salt line sprinkled there. “Now step aside, Finnian, or be put to deathalongside her.” Finnian, a loyal husband and protective father, widened hisstance, staring the man down with a fierce gaze, and felt his own bones creakwith anticipation, just waiting for the shift.

It was not entirely his own voice that spoke, but that of his innerCreature, bold and powerful, that spoke in tandem with him.

“I will not let you destroy my family in the name of such a hatefulgod.”

-

The story stops very abruptly, unfinished, and theLibrarian speaks: “The man died that day, protecting his family, and hiswife shortly after. They intended to stone her, as dictated in Leviticus, butthey instead trapped her within the house and…” The Librarian pauses, a strangethought seeming to occur to him. He shakes his head and shelves the book again. “As for the child, Brooke Rose tells me he still lives. That is all Iknow of his fate.“

#flowwerpot #asknumenseer #ask meme #writing #text only #long post under cut #hints: this one's important #correlations #stories #Hints; About the Past

[smittenroses]

How about a scenario with the same flower quirk reader but this time with Mirio taking care of Eri?♡

Nurture || Mirio x Reader

It wasn’t an odd sight to see the flower girl hovering near the tiny garden she kept in the corner of the school grounds, her arms elbow deep into the earth as she tended to seeds and sprouts that grew, preparing themselves for harvest came time for the colder months to come around. But it was new for the small figure to be hovering at her side, or the much bigger figure to be off towards the run down groundskeeping shed, lugging bags of fertiliser around this way and back.

A way to build up an understanding of the world around her, Eri had taken a liking to you as soon as you had spoken to her, and soon enough she began offering to help tend to the garden as well as she took the time to get used to how to hold the hose. Tiny fingers gripping the bendy plastic as your guided her hands to water the crops, the hat you had loaned her being too big on her head, having to help her readjust it every few seconds as it slid down to cover her eyes, the young girl only giving a laugh every time it happened.

It brought a smile to the blonde’s face as he watched on, seeing the two girls that brightened up his life smiling and enjoying each other’s company. It made him forget about all the pain he felt just to get them here, even just for a little while, seeing Eri smile as she looked at his flower, and the flowers in her hair blossoming a beautiful yellow, his heart would melt every time.

And his smile would always melt yours.

It was almost like a small family, a structure that may have been odd to Eri if she hadn’t noticed it already, Mirio placing down a bag of fertiliser on the ground as he tried his best to listen in on the conversation, pretending as if he was busy as he opened the bag, beginning to gently lay down the foul-smelling material on top of the plants like a blanket to tuck a newborn in goodnight, though as his eyes focused on you and the bloom of yellow in your hair, he couldn’t help but think to himself that he would want to have a family with you.

#flowwerpot #BNHA #bnha x reader #boku no hero academia #boku no hero academia imagines #gender neutral reader #mha #my hero academia #one shot #oneshot #➤ S h e l v e s ⌘ BNHA

[ask-magnetboi-nortnort]

[Yeah hi, Happy Valentines day. This took some time and I feel like I could've done more but I'm packed :") please enjoy this heart crystal Blaesop had found.]

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