the fucking flower crowns.
Like?? you’ve got Anubis, god of the underworld, literally spewing bugs from his mouth, all angry and shit with a tiny lil glowy flower crown on.
Thanatos? basically the grim reaper? brings you to hades? nah, brings u to Coachella.
Fenrir? starts Ragnarök? eats a guys hand? flower crown motherfucker.
Yknow how fun it is to have Nike on ur team while playing as Mercury?? a lot. ur just literally beating people to death with ur bare hands as flowers float around ur head. if ur goin to jail, at least u look cute doin it
Imagine that Marinette has nerves of steel. Imagine Marinette being able to stomach horror films and large roller coasters without breaking a sweat. Imagine Alya being very annoyed at this, because how is Marinette able to watch the Exorcist without flinching once, but gets panicked as soon as Adrien comes within ten feet of her?
spring dyke: twilight walks with your girlfriend where she
points out every new flower poking through the soil. crocus, lily of the
valley, snowdrop, daffodil. the cool spring air feels warm on your
freshly-shaved heads after the long months of winter. your girlfriend is so excited when she finds lily of the valley–she’s my favourite,she smells the best of them all,
she tells you. up close, the tiny
white flowers smell just like spring. straightening, you lean close to your girlfriend and kiss
her neck. she is musky and warm and you tell her she smells better than
any flower, the best of them all, you say. she laughs. it rained last night, and when the streetlights
come on the dark pavement shines.
summer dyke: your
girlfriend gets off work early, at midnight instead of 3 am, and you
ride your bikes to the lake together. the streets are empty and the warm
summer wind feels good on your face and the pelt of your bare legs.
there’s a meteor shower peaking tonight, so you spread out a picnic
blanket and lay down on it to watch, but you end up making out the whole
time instead. you never wear a bra anymore and you love the way her hands feel on your skin. she’s so warm and smooth under her clothes, you can’t help but tickle her belly a little, and she squeals, nuzzling
into your neck. the stars pulse above and the night is endless and soft.
autumn dyke: one
morning when you wake up in her bed the air has turned chilly, and when
you swing your bare feet onto the hardwood floor it’s cold. the sky is
brilliant and clear and blue. your girlfriend grabs her favourite
flannel out of the closet and puts it on you, buttoning each button with
a look of concentration and finishing with a kiss. you walk to the
little bakery down the street and get coffee and pie. you feed
each other bites of your pies–hers is balsamic pear, yours is something
chocolatey with hazelnuts–and sit in the window, watching the red
leaves of the maple tree out front fall spinning to the sidewalk. you
hold hands and both of you smile every time you look at each other.
winter dyke: there
was a snowstorm yesterday and neither of you has to work, so you bundle
up in all of the layers you can find and head to the park. your
girlfriend’s beautiful eyes shine in the bright sunlight and all of the
hairs on her face turn gold. you crunch through the snow and take turns
walking in each other’s footprints, marveling at the city’s
transformation. when you go back to her place she makes you hot cocoa
with little vegan marshmallows. you curl up on the couch together and
talk about your dreams for the future, tucked under the ivory afghan her
grandmother knit for her when she was young. outside it starts snowing
again. in the amber glow of the streetlights outside the bay window, the
snowflakes look like stars.
hoseok: screaming and flailing his legs because he cant move his arms or else he’ll ruin your nail polish and constantly squealing at you to stop moving
jungkook:getting distracted and drawing polka dots and tiny flowers all over your nails like a true nail professional “jungkook did you get practice?” “…uh no?”
taehyung: asking you if he could put nail stickers on and ends up putting stickers on his face and on your face and all over your hands and legs
namjoon: watches 3924023 tutorials before attempting to paint your nails but ends up breaking the opening of the nail polish bottle before doing anything
yoongi: loves all of the colors that you have so he ends up painting each of your nails a different color
jimin: getting distracted by your adorable hands and always painting the sides of your finger instead of your nails
seokjin: literally the best nail artist out there he takes care of your hands so much by washing them in warm water first and moisturizing them and painting your nails very prettily you’re like damn i am gr8ful i am w this boy
More information will be revealed through the use of asks and once the comic starts!
Howdy! His name is Flowey!
Flowey the Flower!
And he sure does love scaring other monsters! After all, he is just a tiny flower compared to every other creature in the Underground, so he has to make up for his lack of strength with a frightening image.
Role in Monofell
He is naturally there to greet Frisk the moment they fall down–but his immediate objective doesn’t seem to be tricking the human and encouraging them into his bullets. No, his first priority is flinging as many bullets at Frisk as humanly possible before they have a chance to react.
At first, he only appears to be an example of what this world has to offer and leaves cryptic messages along the way, but more will be revealed once the comic starts!
His “default” face is that of a nightmare, but he is still very capable of morphing it to look like something else.
He does not greet Frisk with the usual “In this world, it’s KILL or BE KILLED!” He instead says several in-the-know things and disappears.
He does not offer suggestions in changing the timeline, as he doesn’t see a reason to give any sort of help to the human.
I bought a new fancy knife for paper cutting so that I could do really tiny and neat details for my AMRÂLIMÊ entry, but it is so effing SHARP. It had to be worked about a bit before I could handle cutting tiny flowers and snowflakes without bleeding all over them. Hence comes Celegorm. And because Curufin needs him.
I know I shouldn’t use over the top descriptions to describe what my characters are wearing but what if I want to create a clear picture in the readers head what they’re wearing exactly? Bear in mind it’s only a couple of my characters I’m planning to do this with.
If what they’re wearing is important to the character or story in some way, either because it tells us something about the character or world, or because the clothing is important to something that happens–then yes, it’s fine to give a clear description of what the characters are wearing. Just remember that doesn’t mean you have to describe every inch of every garment. Stick to the most important/telling details of each one. “She was wearing a wrinkled blue dress with a tattered hem” tells us everything we need to know, whereas, “Her long blue dress was the color of the sky, except at the ankles where it was a darker blue. The pleated bodice was covered in tiny white flowers all the way up to the sweetheart neckline and over the puffed sleeves. At her middle she wore a ratty blue sash that matched her tattered hem,” tells us too much. The important details (blue, wrinkled, tattered) get lost in all that other noise. I have some tips in my post
Describing Clothing and Appearance if you want to have a look at it. :)
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what a goob!! @i-m-snek all i need is a flower crown and it’ll be a tiny remake of leliana. i love lucy’s so damn much, i’ll be getting her a male lesser mojave to make a bunch of all whites down the road and hoard them all to myself lol