grimm grimm's flowers

mad-madam-m  asked:

I am, like, stupid in love with your garden 'verse. Is there any way you could write a little something with Derek and Stiles gardening together again? Maybe their first garden after they move in together?

Sorry it’s so short, they’re just little vignettes. ;___;

Derek curses when he reaches into the bag of groceries and spears his fingers on a cactus instead. He extricates himself with another curse, then pulls the pot out of the bag, eyes narrowed. “Stiles,” he says pointedly.

“What,” Stiles says from where he’s putting stuff in the fridge.

“I thought we agreed no more plants,” Derek says, watching Stiles nearly fumble the carton of eggs and catch them at the last second.

Stiles shoots him a guilty look over his shoulder. “I had to,” he says. “Look at it, Derek. It’s so sad.”

Derek eyes the cactus, which looks fine to him, and he says so. Now he gets a scowl from Stiles. “It was on clearance.”

“I don’t care how much it cost,” Derek says. “We don’t have the space.” He swings his arm around in a movement that’s meant to encompass all the windowsills in the house, which are crammed with plants - with the exception of in their bedroom, because they don’t get enough light in there, and they also tend to get rowdy and break things during foreplay - and their balcony, which is also crammed with plants.

Stiles just gives him an endearing smile. “You better get working on that house search then, babe.”

Derek deflates, torn between continuing to tell Stiles off for buying the plant and telling him off for calling him babe, which Stiles thinks is cute and Derek just finds irritating, but mostly he’s unable to stay mad at Stiles, like usual, and the thought of sharing a house with him someday - a real house, not a worn-out apartment like they’ve got now - is enough to leech all the minor irritation out of him anyway.

Stiles names the cactus Enrico and carefully balances him on the edge of the kitchen windowsill.

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I really hope the big scary Grimm they’ve been hinting during Volume 4 will turn out to be a giant Grimm unicorn. Just imagine Miles and Kenny thinking “everyone is crazy for unicorns right now, everyone loves them and it’s so annoying, let’s give them a big scary as fuck unicorn and they have to hate it because it killed the parents of everyone’s favorite couple”. It would be absolutely hilarious. I mean of the sign/footprint resembles that of a horse most. 

Impressions on RWBY episode 11

I have to admit this was a really amazing and shippy episode. I know you’re gonna hate me for this infinite post.

Let me start with cute hugging sisters and a tiny Weissy who’s worried for Ruby, then Blake who held Crescent Rose for her leader. Ladies and gentleman. I have the honor of presenting you Ice Flower (or White Rose if you prefer) and Ladybug!

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Looking at all my old art reminded me how many damn characters I use to have, some of them I legit still love. This is Millefiori (it means ‘one thousand flowers’ in Italian), the god of flowers and sweet scents ~ a lion with a flower mane is hardly original, but I like the idea of nature gods that are pretty but can also rip your chest cavity open.

The name Rumpelstilzchen in German means literally “little rattle stilt”. (A stilt is a post or pole which provides support for a structure.) A rumpelstilt or rumpelstilz was the name of a type of goblin, also called a pophart or poppart that makes noises by rattling posts and rapping on planks. The meaning is similar to rumpelgeist (“rattle ghost”) or poltergeist, a mischievous spirit that clatters and moves household objects. (Other related concepts are mummarts or boggarts and hobs that are mischievous household spirits that disguise themselves.) The ending -chen is a German diminutive and designates something as “little” or “dear,” depending on context.
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Mystery of the Lost Circlet (closed RP with detective-iron-flower)


Pyrrha was at her wits end! Jaune had recovered her circlet, a gift from her mother, and gave it back to her, but not a day later it went missing again! She and Nora tore up their apartment (much to Jaune and Ren’s dismay) but to no avail.

That was when she heard a knock on her door.

“Hello there?” Pyrrha asked as she opened the door.