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ks-sp · 3 months
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Bad dreams [1/2]
This is an Au that I made called #Flower au
It’s kinda like Flowerfell from the hit fandom Undertale but I put twisted init
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24hrfrog · 11 months
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ALSO MORE FLOWER AU HC:
wholesome edition
slider ending up doodling on mav’s body whenever he has a pen in his hand and mav’s close, mav than always has something fond to look at
ice modeling for slider’s quick charcoal sketches on the weekends since he’s the “artist”
slider can easily draw ice from memory now
mav not speeding when delivering flowers (or at least suppressing the urge) because he has people he wants to come home to
slider and ice saying ride safe whenever mav leaves their shop
slider baby sitting bradley and teaching him to draw
ice tucking them both into bed afterwards because uncle slider doesn’t know the concept of a nap for the little kid and slider also just will randomly pass out as well with his hectic sleep schedule
mav having specific flowers in his mind he would give to slider and ice if the occasion arrises
carole and goose taking long vacations to try to force the three to have more time together saying they need all of them to help watch bradley
slider showing up to pick up bradley tatted up and down his body, bradley’s teacher wouldn’t let him go with slider until mav showed up to confirm 💀
ice and mav slow dancing in their shop after they closed and slider off to the side sketching them
ice and slider helping mav out at the flower store and wearing some frilly aprons
ice piercing bradley’s stuffed animals as requested from the kiddo lol
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alexa-winged · 3 days
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in process flower au
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phantomdecibel · 1 year
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Whistling Thorn
Endurance of the soul.
Or – Eurylochus meets Astyanax, featuring Lil Ajax.
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It was the dead of night when they finally landed on the island, and Eurylochus was alone.
Or, well –
Almost alone.
Hesitantly, he pulled back the blankets again, just to confirm what he’d already seen, grimacing in confusion all the while. In all honesty, it made no sense.
Because – moments before Odysseus and Polites had left to speak with the locals, promising to be back by sunrise at the latest, They had handed him something. Or rather – shoved something into his arms and ran, something suspiciously heavy and bundled in cloth.
As they’d started away he’d unwrapped the thing, vaguely noting the increase in the speed of their footsteps, revealing–
What. The ever-loving fuck.
“Good luck!” Eurylochus could still hear the amused-terrified lilt to Polite’s voice as he’d left, and Odysseus’s muffled snickers echoed in his mind.
Being in charge of an entire fleet, responsible for the safety of six hundred (five hundred and ninety eight) men? That was fine, Eurylochus could handle it. He was the second in command, he’d had plenty of experience in leadership and keeping people alive, he could look after the crew while Odysseus was gone, and everything would be fine. It was Odysseus and Polites who had the dangerous job, exploring the unknown on their own with no backup.
He knew what he was doing.
Or –
He did know what he was doing; what to expect, how to handle being in charge.
He didn’t know how to handle this, though.
Because in that moment, right after they’d docked and his friends were about to leave, that Odysseus had walked up to him and handed him a bundle wrapped in cloth, and Polites wished him good luck, and they’d vanished, Eurylochus – curious to a fault – had unwrapped the bundle to see what it was.
In his arms wasn’t a heavy bundle of cloth. It wasn’t flowers (like one might expect from having Polites involved), or weapons, or even their last bit of food.
No.
His friends had dumped a sleeping infant in his arms and, ignoring his cries and questions, booked it off the ship.
Eurylochus was… stumped.
He’d never been good with children, even when he’d been a child himself. Odysseus was their brain, Eurylochus himself was the muscle, and Polites their unwavering moral compass (and quite often the one to get them out of trouble with his perfect innocent act).
(…or get them in to trouble while remaining out of it himself, as the smug little bastard saw fit.)
…where did they even get it from?
They were on a boat! In the middle of the godsforsaken ocean. There was no reasonable explanation for Odysseus and Polites having, somehow, acquired a baby. And leaving it with him of all people. Him!
Did- did they get it from Troy? Has there, seriously, just been a child on board for the weeks since they left back for Ithaca? …how had they even been feeding it, anyways?
“I am going to be having words,” Eurylochus grumbled to himself, trying to adjust the infant in his arms so it could sleep more comfortably, “with those two, when they get back.”
Walking across the deck, in the dark of night, back towards Odysseus’s quarters, Eurylochus was struck by a sense of deja-vu. Odysseus, rushing past as Troy burned behind him. Odysseus, barely noticing Eurylochus grabbing his shoulder, Odysseus clutching desperately at his chest. A cry, a wail not necessarily inhuman, but certainly not something that belonged on a boat.
…Polites, a brief look of shock marring his expression, before loudly declaring that their Captain was crying, and dragging him into his cabin.
Eurylochus had dismissed it at the time. Odysseus, try as he might to dispute it, cried all the time. It wasn’t exactly an abnormal occurrence, and that night had been difficult on everyone, that man most of all. But now that he held a sleeping child in his arms, retracing Odysseus’s steps from that night, Eurylochus couldn’t deny it any longer.
The odd hours, the growing bags under his friends’ eyes… they’d snuck an infant on board.
If there hadn’t been the risk of alerting the crew, Eurylochus would have cursed his friends out right then and there. As it were, that would raise too many questions – maybe even wake the child. Silently plotting his revenge would have to do for now.
Maybe he’d toss the both of them overboard, just briefly, before the ships departed the island. Once they finally weren’t wanting for food, he’d… he’d, throw their bread at them, or something. Make them drink the salty ocean water. Anything to make sure they knew just how fucking stupid they were, brining an infant onto a warship, and then leaving it with him with no warning! How were they even caring for it? Feeding it? Didn’t babies need fresh air and sunlight, wasn’t that something that Penelope had said once as she sat outside with little Telemachus–
Ah. Of course.
Eurylochus looked down at the child in his arms, slowing to a stop by a lantern.
With his darker hair and little wrinkled nose, the infant could almost be mistaken for Odysseus’s son. He wasn’t, of course, Odysseus would never cheat on Penelope, but the child certainly resembled Telemachus, as he had been when they’d left years ago for this horrid war.
Of course Odysseus had gotten attached. Of course Polites had helped him hide.
Bleeding hearts, the both of them. Eurylochus sighed, long and weary.
Of course he was going to help them take care of the kid.
Hide it? No, that wouldn’t be healthy, for his friends or the child. Growing up on a boat probably wouldn’t be incredibly healthy for the kid anyways, but keeping it cooped up for however long it took to get back home would be even less so. Ugh. This was all getting so complicated, and Eurylochus was exhausted.
Couldn’t they have wait until morning to hand off the kid they’d picked up gods-knew-where?
In that moment, the child woke up.
“No, no –” Eurylochus shushed as it started to scream bloody murder. “Shhh, sshhhhhh, you’re fine, you’re fine –”
The infant continued to disagree. Loudly.
“Shhhhh,” he tried again, to no avail. Eurylochus started walking again – hopefully the motion would help soothe the screaming banshee. “Come on now, there’s no need for that, you’re fine – oh why did they decide to leave me with this thing?”
“Eurylochus?” A new voice called. Of. Course. someone had heard the child, wailing it’s head off. He couldn’t be that lucky. “What’s that noise, sir, is everything alright?”
He shook his head with another hearty sigh as the youngest man in the crew came stumbling to a stop by his side. “Everything’s fine, Ajax. Your captain is simply an idiot, and decided to leave me to deal with it while he’s gone.”
Ajax, incredibly unused to hearing anyone badmouth his captain and king, stared at Eurylochus with wide, horrified eyes. The moment was broken as the infant wailed again, and Ajax, coming to terms with Eurylochus’s apparent bout of mutiny, glanced down.
“…sir – is, is that a child?”
“Why yes, yes it is,” Eurylochus deadpanned. “Whatever gave it away?”
“The screaming, for one,” Ajax leaned towards him, trying to get a better look at the infant. Eurylochus didn’t bother trying to stop him, and just kept walking. “Where did it come from?”
“Not a clue.”
“How can you not know?”
“Well it’s not like it’s mine,” Eurylochus shot the man beside him an incredulous look, and Ajax threw his hands up in surrender. “The Captain just handed him off to me before he left.”
The child wailed again, long and drawn out, and Eurylochus rocked it awkwardly. Was it hungry? Probably, Telemachus had certainly been in constant need of milk. Which, on a ship, there was none of. How had it survived this long?
“Uh, sir?”
“Yes, Ajax.”
“Do, uh, do you need some help, there?”
Oh thank the gods–
Eurylochus whirled towards the younger man, practically shoving the infant at him. “Please, I don’t know why it won’t stop crying–”
Ajax laughed, a little awkwardly, but graciously accepted the screaming bundle. Eurylochus continued to lead the way back to Odysseus’s cabin; hopefully they’d be able to find whatever his friends had been feeding the little hellion with, or something of the likes.
“Err, are we allowed in here?” Ajax hesitated in the doorway. The child had started to run out of energy again it seemed, but it was definitely still complaining.
“He dumped a child on me with no explanation,” Eurylochus huffed grumpily. “He can deal with it.”
Slowly, Ajax crept inside. The child, held much more securely in the young man’s arms than in Eurylochus’s own, finally quieted, apparently much happier simply being back in the room. Maybe it had been cold?
“Sir,” Ajax handed the infant back to Eurylochus, who had no choice but to accept. “If I may, I’d suggest you talk to the Captain about brining the kid out during the day, some. I think he’s afraid of the sky.”
“That I will do, Ajax, that I will do.” Holding the child in the crook of one arm, Eurylochus turned to scan the room. The kid still didn’t seem particularly happy, glaring up at him and kicking its weak little feet, but at least it’d stopped screaming. “Thank you for your help.”
“Not a problem, sir!” Eurylochus could hear the smile in the young man’s voice. “Should I tell the crew that there’s nothing to worry about?”
Well, he hadn’t been planning to keep the kid a secret, anyways.
“That would be a good idea, please. I’m going to see if I can find something the kid can eat – let me know when Polites and the Captain return.”
“Yes sir,” Ajax agreed, and hurried back out of the room. Eurylochus directed his attention to a chest, one tucked away in the corner of the room. He wished there were a crib, somewhere, so he could put the child down, but settled for holding it in one arm as he used to other to rummage through Odysseus’s things.
The child kicked him again, disapproving. It didn’t seem to like him very much.
Well. Eurylochus glanced down at the child, and the child glared back up at him. It would just have to deal with him, and him it. Just until sunrise.
Just until sunrise.
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Whistling Thorn is part of an au @hahahaghosty and I are working on! TECHNICALLY it’s not the first installment, but it IS near the beginning lol, so special thanks to them for helping out w this fic!
also also, I know that lil Ajax is not actually a teenager. However, I have beaten cannon to a pulp with a sledgehammer, stuck the goop into the blender to smoosh it up even more, and then used it as fertilizer for my dying plants. Cannon doesn’t exist anymore. let it go.
Keep an eye out for more Flower AU :D
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novuit · 1 year
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Cute, dainty Flower AU except alfred is the main character and only wears grey sweatpants.
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charkyzombicorn · 7 months
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make Aus out of random things-
Flower au
It’s up to you what the Au is :) have funnnn
Flower au? Hmmmmmmmmmmmm
I could go the normal route and do a hanahaki au. Or. Au where everyone has a flower tattoo on their back, and one by one petals fade from the flower until they die. If someone is ill the petals fall faster, if someone is killed suddenly their flower withers all at once, and different flowers mean different things but the amount of petals doesn't matter (flowers with fewer petals just fall slower). Most people on the crew have lost someone suddenly, so they don't put much stock in a flower's deterioration. Sanji, Usopp, Chopper and Brook do, but they've lost people to illness.
No one understands when all of Luffy's sunflower petals start withering and fading at once
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alastair-fics · 6 months
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The Sun in Bloom
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snake-snack-stede · 1 year
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of course forget-me-nots are stede colored
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rainybyday · 1 year
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Flower Shop Au Pt5 | Part 6 (Our Ending... or is it?)
When Danny first got a token, it wasn’t as Phantom but as Danny. 
Not ‘Phantom the Balance to All’, ‘The Hero of Amity Park’, ‘Overseer of the Gate of Between’, or ‘Great One’. 
But as Danny. 
And it made it all the more meaningful. 
It wasn’t even his friends who gave him the flower but a little girl he knew who liked to give daisies for him to take to the graves. This time she found a sunflower with a soft stem to not prick her fingers on. She smiled wide with a gap in her teeth as she proudly presented him with the sunshine flower in self-righteous pride. 
For a second, he forgot to breathe. 
And then his world blossomed. 
He couldn’t explain, can’t explain it in words since words seem to limit the event. It was art and a play all at once. There was a humming behind his ears yet the long-stretched silence engulfed him. Everything seemed too bright, and an overlayer with light that made even the shadows cower away. Nothing was happening, and no one was looking at him, yet he felt the need to grab everyone's attention to the gift that this sweet-gentle-young-so-very-young soul has gifted him. Because in the first time of his short half-dead life he felt like he was no longer fighting the pull of an ancient power tempting him to crave, no longer a boy wanting to hide, no longer a protector that must sacrifices everything. 
He felt alive. 
It took everything in Danny not to cry from the unexplained weight that was just... gone. 
Yet instead, he kneeled down to the little girl's level, gently accepted the gift, and wrapped her in a long hug. 
He can feel the corner of his eyes prickle with tears as he heard, and feel, the laughter that this sweet-kind-young-alive-alive-she-is-alive-young soul is creating. Never had he heard a sound so sweet. 
(Later that night, once everyone was asleep and down, Danny sneaked into his parent’s basement with a bundle of spider lilies.)
(In the morning, when Madeline Fenton went down to start on her work once again, she noticed red flowers resting at the base of the ghost portal.)
(For some reason, she felt the need to reframe from touching the delicate things and left them there when she felt a sense of dread creeping up her spine.)
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Danny looked out into the night, a delicate time that many feared. The night was the time of shadows and nightmares, where the living can commit sins and the noble must lock themselves inside. 
But Danny felt that the night was a sense of security, a veil that covers both the weak and strong to a sense of safety.
After all, when in danger, you would want to keep those that you love the most closest to you. 
The night was a time of safety, and Danny let himself become enveloped by the aura around him. 
Humming, Danny only looked right up ahead. Passing the graveyard he made a habit of visiting, passing the homes of the higher class, passing the dirty streets, and passing the sky tower that went on forever.
Finally, he stopped.
Danny looked around the surrounding area like it was his first time. He noted that he arrived at an ally way. It wasn’t too dirty but wasn’t as clean either. It was empty saved for a few discarded boxes on the side with a bin of trash as well. The ally was closed off on one side, meaning that if someone was to corner him they would do so effortlessly. 
But he wasn’t worried about such things. Not today. 
Danny walked down the alley and to the closed-off section. The wall is a hundred colorless bricks, all old and eroded with time, it could crumble at any second. 
Danny only breathed. 
Then quietly he placed the bundle he had at hand onto the floor with a gentleness that would be expected from a mother letting down her newborn child. Tender, sweet, and in awe. 
He waited for a second, two, three seconds. 
A minute and an eternity later, he stepped back, once, twice, and looked up. 
A pair of eyes, the eyes of glass that could easily shatter, stared right back at him. 
Danny smiled. 
“Hello, Gotham.”
The eyes watched, dead lifeless yet strong unyielding eyes watched. 
“Your?”
Her voice, or if it can be called her voice, glitched into his mind and into the air like static. 
“Yes,” Danny replied kindly. “My offering, my gift, and my promise to you.”
A wail, a scream, a giggle, and the softness of a mother asked him, “What is it that you offer for?”
“An extension to stay in promising that your nest would be safe, your streets with silence, and your people can rest.”
Eyes, dead-dead-very-dead eyes did not move, did not look away from the boy-that-was-still-very-much-a-boy for hours. 
Then those eyes blinked. 
And a nebula swirling with stars gazed back at him instead. 
“Mine?” She whispered, the voice of a mother who lost too much. 
He hesitated, compelling for a moment, before looking at her again. “Not…not yet. I’m not ready to be tied again, not yet. But… maybe. Not today but one day.”
Humming and then a soft cress of his cheek. 
That was enough. His answer was enough. 
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Back at Amity, there was a young woman cleaning a polished gravestone. It was new compared to the others around her, yet it seemed to be the most loved. Where the average grave was given a handful of flowers and candles, this grave was buried in flowers, scented candles, child-like drawings, letters, and sealed sweets.
This grave was loved not by family but by the whole town. 
And who can blame them? It's not Jazz it seems. Not when she learned to control the anger that threatened to control her so long ago. 
She sighed in contentment, the wind carrying the scent of musk and morning dew. 
Content with her work for the day she stood up and cleared her pants as best as she could. Gathering her cleaning supplies she glanced back at the grave with eyes that held love and sorrow. 
“I hope your heart is content,” she whispered her secret prayer. “Be safe my star.”
And then she turned and walked away from the grave that had the name of a local hero engraved in stone. 
May you rest in peace Phantom. May you finally seek peace. 
OKAY! So this is the end of the main story because I want to make interactions with other characters as well but I want the main fic as batfam time so....
But in any case I will be posting the whole edited main story in a03 along with some help from @moonscat so that it can be finally fixed from all of the grammer and spelling mistakes. Thanks everyone for the love that you gave this au idea turned story so I hope you enjoyed it as much as I did! :D
This is the link to the post of the first chapter and the second chapter would be up soon (finally) because I am taking a gosh damn break from studying for finals. 
In any case...
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oceandaffodils22 · 1 year
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Everything looks different, now that I see you
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Chapters: 1/4 Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Relationships: Obi-Wan Kenobi/Anakin Skywalker, Anakin Skywalker & Ahsoka Tano, Anakin Skywalker & Shmi Skywalker Main tags: Alternate Universe - Flower Shop, Librarian Obi-Wan Kenobi, Language of Flowers, Fluff and Humor, Eventual Romance, Mutual Pining, References to Shakespeare
When Anakin had hoped to be hired as a florist, his main concern was to find a way to earn his living. Never would he have imagined to be so lucky to be actually chosen for the job, and find the most attractive and charming man among his customers.
or: Obi-Wan Flirt Kenobi shakes Anakin’s delightful yet ordinary life by entertaining him with the language of flowers
Hello there! I finally jumped into the world of fanfiction writing, and I'm so excited to begin this new adventure. I looved this prompt! Creating this little story gave me so much joy, and I really hope that reading this will bring some to you as well 💓 @obikinfest
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24hrfrog · 11 months
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Lol I’m drowning in midterms work but they’re taking up my mind.
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shadowofshipper · 2 years
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By gods, this is the moment when in flower!AU Heathstrid finally realise they were soulmates all the way, PROVE ME WRONG
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The whole situation would definitely be different, but facial expressions and posture, so much canon!
(@evilwriter37 you really should have a look at this :))
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phantomdecibel · 1 year
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I havent named this either lmao whatever not my best work, but at least im done w it now lmao
uuuuuhhhhhhhhh yeah odys is dead here. definetly. poor lil ajax is left to pick up the pieces. ......here we go!
Ajax heard it second hand, at first. Of course he didn’t believe it – it seemed impossible! After ten years of war, after the cylcops, after grabbing Astyanax from the ashes of Troy. For his friends, for his crew, for his son. The Captain couldn’t be dead.
Because that was the rumor, circling the deck like crows over the battlefield. That Captain Odysseus was dead (the fuck?). No – not quite. That the Captain had been murdered, by none other than his second in command. Eurylochus (double fuck, there was no way). Or at the very least – that the man was hauling around his corpse (…at this point, Ajax was convinced he was being messed with).
It was absurd!
Ajax… well, he didn’t want to brag or anything but…
“You don’t know what you’re talking about – Eurylochus would never!” Ajax had been spending a lot of time around both the Captain and his second in command – mostly Eurylochus, admittedly – since departing from Troy for Ithaca. If there was one thing he knew for certain… “Him and Polites love the Captain; they’re his best friends. Plus – there’s no way the Captain’s dead. You’re just making shit up.”
“I saw it myself!” Elpenor exclaimed, throwing out his arms. The poor man looked to be on the verge of tears, with his glassy eyes and red, splotchy face. His outspread hands trembled, and that was the only reason Ajax hadn’t immediately decked him for even joking about something like that, consequences be damned. “When he saw me, he – he gave me this look and I booked it.”
“Then you can’t know for sure!” Ajax snapped back, leaping to his feet. “You didn’t even ask–”
“No, no –” someone else cut in. ajax turned his glare to them, but the newcomer wasn’t fazed. “I heard that too, from Perimedes this morning – he saw it too.”
“What – what about Polites?” Surely he wouldn’t stand for this – this slander!
“Perimedes said he was just watching, this morning,” the man Ajax now recognized as Demosthenes shrugged, wringing his hands. “Didn’t – didn’t seem concerned at all.”
“Then there you have it!” Ajax turned on his heel, stalking off towards the stairs. “If the Captain were dead, then Polites wouldn’t just be standing around!”
And neither would Eurylochus, for that matter, but his point still stood. Still… the jittering anxiety still lingered from just how serious everyone had been – and the rumor had to have been born from something. Ajax would go find Eurylochus, and he’d tell him that the Captain wasn’t dead, where did you even get such an absurd idea? and everything would be fine.
Yeah, yeah. That’s what he’d do.
Go find Eurylochus.
…only Eurylochus wasn’t below deck. He wasn’t by the bow of the ship, or by the Captain’s cabin. He wasn’t even on this ship, by the looks of it which was… odd, but – not concerning! The man probably just needed a change of scenery or something – understandable with all the bullshit going on here.
That still begged the question of where was he, though.
“Hey!”
From the ship across, Nikomachos leant over the railing towards him. “What’s up, kid?”
“Have you seen Eurylochus?” Ajax eyed the distance between the two ships critically. He could jump that, probably, if he needed to.
“Yeah, e’s over here,” the other man lowered his voice, shifting from side to side and glancing over his shoulder. Ajax frowned – that wasn’t a good sign. “But… y’don’t want to be over ‘ere, right now. It’s…”
But Ajax was already backing away, getting a running start to leap the distance and cling to the other ship’s railing. The other man cursed, loudly and desperately, and Ajax felt strong hands wrap around his arm to help drag him on board.
“Fucking Hades, kid!” Ajax winced at the loud voice in his ear, but scrambled upright and gently shook off the steadying hands on his shoulders. “What were you thinking–”
“Where was he?”
“–what?” the man spluttered at the interruption.
“Eurylochus. Where did you say he was?”
“Kid…”
“Whatever,” Ajax glanced around. Where should he look first? “Thank you for your help–”
Leaving Nikomachos behind, Ajax darted off. He could guess why he was being warned away from the second-in-command but… Ajax needed to know.
They were wrong, they were all wrong. They had to be.
 Eurylochus wasn’t difficult to find.
Everywhere he looked, Ajax saw clumps of people, huddled together with hushed whispers and wary glances over hunched shoulders. They clustered at the edges of the ship, presences less frequent the more he moved inward, and so Ajax followed the trail they left through fearful, lingering glances and shoulders turned inwards, away, until there were no more than a handful of cautious lurkers all circling the deck like the rumors in the air. Everyone else avoided the center of the deck like a disease, and that was how Ajax knew he was close. Each step closer landed against the wood of the deck like thunder, and each impact sent lightning down his spine.
This was ridiculous. Ridiculous! Why was he so afraid? There was nothing to be so nervous about; there was no way the Captain was dead. If he was – if he was then there was no way Polites and Eurylochus would be as calm as Demosthenes had said they’d been. They loved the man too much to not… sink the entire fleet with the force of their grief, if the Captain really was… gone. If the Captain were to die it would be in a blaze of gore and glory, not some quiet covered up–
“Ajax!” a cheerful voice broke him from his thoughts making him flinch in shock even as he relaxed, recognizing the voice. Ajax shook himself out and blinked until he could recognize the wood beneath his feet again, before looking up to see Polites making his way towards him, smiling kindly. “What are you doing here, my friend? Last I heard you weren’t on this ship.”
“I need to talk to Eurylochus,” Ajax admitted, glancing back down. “I heard a… concerning rumor.”
“A rumor?”
“Yeah,” Ajax glanced over his shoulder at where another soldier lurked in the shadows, letting the concern in the older man’s voice sooth his fears. “People are – people are saying that the Captain is – is dead and–”
“Oh that,” Polites interrupted, chuckling.
Not an outright denial. With the way he said it, Ajax wasn’t sure if it was reassuring or not, but followed dutifully as the man steered him forwards. “Eurylochus! Someone’s here to talk to you, my friend!”
“They finally worked up the courage, huh?” Eurylochus’s voice echoed back, in a tone that could almost be amused. Ajax took a couple steps away from Polites, towards the voice of his second-in-command.
“Sir?” he called out, wringing his hands. “I–”
Eurylochus appeared, padding down from the Bridge, face as passive and unimpressed as always. It would have been a comforting sight – Ajax had come to get to know the man a bit, since that night with little Astyanax – but this time, his voice stuttered to a halt in time with the man’s appearance. Because–
“Ah, Ajax,” but he couldn’t focus on anything but the fucking body draped across the other man’s shoulders. “What can I do for you?”
“I–” he stammered weakly, choking on his own voice. “What–?”
“Hmm?” Eurylochus just raised one thick eyebrow down at him, ignoring the way Ajax was sure he had begun to sweat and tremble.
“I – I heard the Captain was..?” Ajax trailed off, blinking desperately but unable to finish the sentence. How do you phrase a question like that, when the person you were talking to had a fucking body flung over their shoulders? And not just any body, but the body of the person you were asking about? Dam the gods, this couldn’t be happening. Ajax locked his knees, praying to every god he knew for the strength to stay standing.
“Oh, that. Don’t worry about it,” the towering man shrugged, and Ajax cringed back as he reached up to grab at the arm slung over his shoulder, to stop its owner from slipping.
Oh. Oh gods–
Oh gods.
“Wh– what–” Ajax cleared his throat, eyes fixed on the way the Captain’s head hung limply. “What happened?”
Polites laughed, and the noise echoed sharp and piercing behind the ringing in his ears. The grating, sudden noise made him flinch, but Ajax couldn’t tear his eyes from the Captain. Was the man breathing? Could he see him move? Was he imagining the stillness from where he could see the man’s back – or was there really nothing to look for?
“Are you alright, kid?” The question stretched blearily into the all-consuming silence, and he realized that whatever noise had been tearing at his head was gone, nothing more than an echo. Instead, now, everything was too quiet – yet the voice was much, much too loud, too sharp, too–
Ajax turned and ran.
He – he wasn’t really… aware, of running, not really. One moment, Eurylochus had been frowning down at him, and the next each pound of his feet against the deck jarred his knees, and he could barely see, and he could barely breath and he could barely hear and –
Ajax found himself near the front of the ship – curled into his knees and spine pressed against the railing.
Each fall of something wet striking rhythmically against his arm made him flinch, but the tears didn’t – wouldn’t – stop, not even when he pressed the palms of his hands against his eyes, scrubbed at them with his wrists.
“Breathe, Ajax,” he muttered to himself, forcing shaky breaths of air through his aching lungs. His ears were still ringing too much to really hear the words, but the way they rumbled in his chest soothed something that screamed in the back of his mind. He hummed, just to feel the way it reverberated in the back of his throat, on and off until he was breathing normally-enough again. Then, he forced a deep breath, tilting his head back to stare at the sky on the exhale.
It was… blue.
It was just, blue. Blue and bright, not a cloud in the sky, for as far as the eye could see. It was… surreal. Ajax didn’t know how to feel about it, if he could feel anything other than the all-encompassing numbness that had consumed him at some point during his flight.
It was too bright, that he knew. The Captain – Odysseus – was dead! Why hadn’t there been some sort of announcement, no, that would have just sparked panic but wasn’t there already panic? Everybody already knew not saying anything wasn’t helping this situation why hadn’t they had a funeral yet–
Ajax closed his eyes.
He forced himself to let go of his arms, let the blood rush back to them, stretched out his legs a bit, uncurling, still leant heavily against the rail. Wind and the occasional splash from a stray wave lashed at his back, and it was cold, but he couldn’t bring himself to actually get up and move.
He opened his eyes again, head still tilted back.
One thing at a time.
There should have been… clouds, or something. Rain, thunder. Nature – no Zeus himself should have been raging, grieving. Ajax should have been grieving.
Maybe he was, in some backwards way, but… truth be told, he just felt – blank. He was crying – but it was like he didn’t know why. The Captain was dead, but it didn’t feel real, like Odysseus would walk up any minute and ruffle his hair, ask him why so blue, kid? and drag him along with the man’s day until Ajax was laughing along with whatever trouble Polites and Eurylochus had started that day.
Polites and Eurylochus.
Gods – how were those two not in – in shock? They were the Captain’s best friends – Ajax would have thought they’d be tearing apart fucking Olympus for… however this had happened – unless…
Had… had they killed Odysseus..?
Sure – Ajax had heard that rumor, too, but–
No.
No.
That was something Ajax refused to believe. As… untouchable as he had always seemed… the Captain was just a man. A squishy, fragile human, just like the rest of them. The idea that Polites and Eurylochus could have had something to do with his death… that was just too unbelievable.
Ajax shook himself out.
His expression didn’t really change, and he couldn’t summon enough energy to pull himself together past climbing back to his feet, but determination still managed to worm its way under his skin. He would figure out what happened.
But first–
Captain Odysseus deserved a funeral.
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Ajax knew he was hunched in on himself, but it was probably the look on his face that made people shrivel up when they saw him. Mostly everyone on this ship had seen Eurylochus and the Captain, knew the truth, but they must have still been… holding on to a sliver of hope, or something. Ajax was one of the closer people to the Captain and his inner circle and people knew it – if he was so… however he must have looked, then the rumor must have been true.
And it was.
“The Captain is dead,” he muttered at whoever had come to stand in front of him. Their hands froze before they could land on his shoulders, and Ajax slunk around their still form.
“What do we do?” someone – maybe multiple someones, but Ajax couldn’t muster up the energy to care who – asked quietly, and maybe a little desperately. A number of people turned towards Ajax, and he wanted to scream.
He was the youngest person here, for crying out loud, with the exception of Astyanax – oh fuck. Astyanax. Where was the kid, who was going to have to tell him–?
Ajax dragged a hand down his face. Leave it, don’t worry about it yet, there was nothing he could do for Astyanax right now. He could ask Polites where he was after…
“We need to… do something,” he muttered, voice muffled from where his face was pressed into his hand. Ajax let his hand drop back to his side, shaking himself out. People were looking to him right now, for whatever reason – he needed to be strong. For them. For Odysseus. “Give… give him a funeral, or something–”
“That’s a good idea,” a hand landed on his shoulder, and Ajax flinched. He didn’t recognize the voice – or maybe he did. Mostly he just… didn’t care. The hand slipped away, and Ajax glanced back at its owner. The man tried his best to smile at him, but – it fell flat. Ajax grimaced back weakly. “The Captain – the Captain is – was – a good man. If anyone deserves a proper funeral out here… it’d be him.”
Ajax nodded gratefully, shoulders dropping. He scrubbed his hands down his face again, trying to focus on the conversation fading in and out around him. Someone might have run off, off to gods knew where. Ajax watched them leave for a moment, before turning his attention back to the conversation at hand.
“We’ll… have to figure out how to get his…” the man Ajax had just been speaking to was saying. He glanced back towards Ajax, who caught his gaze with a dead-eyed stare. “…how to get his body. If we want to give him a funeral.”
“I’ll handle it,” Ajax volunteered. He didn’t want to be part of this conversation anymore. It was beginning to feel too real, beginning to chip away at his mask of numbness, and he… needed to talk to Eurylochus again, anyways. Polites, too – about Astyanax – if he could find the man again. “I can handle it.”
“…are you sure–”
But Ajax was already pushing past them. He – he needed to be doing something, not just, not just standing around. He needed to find Eurylochus again.
…maybe ‘find’ was the wrong word – he already knew where the second-in-command (…was he the new Captain now? Was that how it worked?) was, probably, but the sentiment was the same, and Ajax wasn’t exactly feeling poetic. He hadn’t left the ship, he didn’t think, so Eurylochus was probably still near the bridge.
While Ajax had expected the man to be… close to where he’d last seen him, Eurylochus looked like he hadn’t moved at all. That might have something to do with Polites, who was gesturing widely as Ajax slunk back towards the two of them. Ajax lingered off to the side, forcefully sorting through his scrambled thoughts, as Eurylochus frowned at whatever the other man was saying.
Neither of them had noticed Ajax yet – thank the gods, he had no clue what he was going to say – but the second-in-command kept glancing off, like he was looking for something. Ajax pointedly kept his gaze on the deck near their feet.
Ugh.
Might as well get this over with.
Ajax crept forwards.
He couldn’t resist looking up as he approached, the worried tone of the older men’s voices drawing his attention from the deck. Whatever they where discussing must have been important – the Captain, maybe? What else was there to talk about? – because neither notice as he slunk forward, until he was left fidgeting a pace or two away from their huddle.
“Um,” Ajax muttered, tugging at the hem of his chiton. Polites and Eurylochus whirled towards him, both men relaxing as they realized it was just him. Ajax flinched slightly at the sudden movement, but Eurylochus was already talking before he could continue.
“Hey kid, you alright?” the large man tilted his head down at him, and Ajax glued his gaze back to the floor when it caught on the Captain’s limp form. “You kinda ran off, there.”
For a moment, Ajax didn’t respond. He pressed his tongue against the back of his teeth, cycling words through his tired mind to think up the right thing to say.
“We’re planning a funeral,” he finally settled on muttering, half-surprising himself at the flatness of his voice. The two pairs of feet in his line of sight shuffled back.
“Funeral?” That was Polites this time – tone soft and gentle and oh so confused as if he had no fucking clue as he took a step closer–
“Yeah. Funeral. For – for the Captain.”
Ajax’s head shot up as a strange noise reached his ears, brows furrowing as he frowned. Polites had a hand clamped over his mouth as he glanced off to the side, practically shaking.
What? Had they not known? That was impossible; Ajax had told Polites why he was looking for Eurylochus and the other man might as well be wearing the Captain’s body like a cape!
He turned from Polites – who was resolutely refusing to meet Ajax’s eyes, shaking more and more by the minute – to Eurylochus. The second-in-command was shaking too, albeit less so than Polites, but when Ajax squared his shoulders and built the courage to glance up at the taller man’s face…
Eurylochus wasn’t looking at him, either, but… was he–
“Are you smiling?” Ajax exclaimed, squaring his feet as he bristled. Wait– “Are you laughing?”
Polites made a noise like a dying whale.
What. The fuck?
…it really did sound like the man was trying not to laugh.
“Are – are you seriously laughing right now?!?” Ajax swiveled on his heels, glaring between the two of them. Their friend, their Captain, was dead, and they were laughing?
Apparently so – as if Ajax hadn’t seen them drag the man kicking and screaming to bed, as if Odysseus didn’t trust them so explicitly with his own safety and the safety of the crew, as if Ajax hadn’t seen Eurylochus take watch shifts for the both of them if they were tired, as if Polites hadn’t near-fatally wounded a cyclops because the other two were in danger, as if they hadn’t gone to war together, as if they weren’t the only reason the Captain had survived said war and vice versa. Ajax curled his hands into shaking fists, nails digging stinging cuts into the palms of his hands – as if it all meant nothing. Eurylochus shook harder. On his shoulder the Captain twitched, jostled by the man’s laughter, and Ajax watched, seething, as Eurylochus’s hand shot up again at the last second to drag the body securely back to its place.
“I–”
“Mwr?”
What–
…With a confused noise akin to something you’d expect after poking a sleeping cat, Captain Odysseus lifted his head.
The angle was terribly awkward with the way he was thrown over Eurylochus’s shoulder… but–
“Did – did you guys seriously think he was dead? Seriously?” Polites howled, bent over by the force of his laughter. Ajax spluttered, unable to deny just how absurd the concept sounded when put like that. Odysseus blinked blearily at the two of them. “I – I thought you were joking–”
How–
“I–” Ajax gaped. Closed his eyes. Took a moment to breathe in and bury his face in his hands – and turned on his heel. “I need a nap.” And also a minute to cry. And something to punch.
Make that two minutes to cry. Maybe three, even.
And definitely that nap.
…on his way back to his original ship, Ajax made sure to let everyone he came across know; the Captain was not, actually dead. Just didn’t know what fucking beds were, apparently, and enjoyed the crew’s fucking suffering.
…next time the Captain’s friends needed something he was going to shove them overboard.
 Bonus scene uwu:
“Let me get this straight,” Glancing between his two snickering menaces, Odysseus sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “The vast majority of the crew somehow came to the conclusion that you’d killed me. and you both let them?”
Polites snickered unabashedly while Eurylochus avoided his gaze (though he was still smiling – bastards, the both of them). “I mean… it was pretty funny.”
“Plus, the kid ran off before we could actually say anything.”
Odysseus buried his head in his hands.
“Would anything either of you had to say have actually helped the situation.”
It’s not a question, and his friends don’t answer as if it were one. Polites snickered again, when Odysseus peeked up at him in despair through his fingers, and Eurylochus patted him on the head.
“…at least you had a good nap?”
Odysseus sighed, loud and heavy. Unfortunately, he did have a good nap.
 *euryl is just carrying him around bc odys fell asleep on a ship that’s not the one w his cabin lol, let the poor man r e s t– *TECHNICALLY visibility should be very good across these ships. They are boats. But just… pretend they’re constantly blanketed by Magical Fog or something whenever I need a character to actually search for someone else and it’s convenient for me uwu * return of the elpenor- *n o t happy w this one, but oh well. Didn’t wanna work on it any longer lmao
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Shitty doodle :3 euryls gotta carry around his dumbasses lmao
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They’re cats now–
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…this? one?
I like the perspective even tho it’s not the best lol
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AAANNND my favourite :D
This is wear that one poli doodle came from lmao–
OH AND thanks wiki for the extra names bc only like 4 ppl out of odys whole fucking crew are actually named w h y-
OKAY SO
B A S I C A L L Y
@ghosty-crow (once again he was a huge help for this, so thanks!!! :D) and I Decided that since euryl is the tallest of the trio, odys n poli will just fucking climb onto his shoulders whenever they need to see better or dont want to walk or r tired lmao, they’ll just walk up to him and climb onto his shoulders and fall the fuck asleep and thus it has concumsed my single braincell ever since uwu
the first time the crew sees this happen, after fighting the cyclops, they think odys is fucking dead bc none of them have any braincells whatsoever :p
this results in ajax... not having a great time. logically he knows that its really fuckin unlikely that odys is dead but he’s also an anxious lil bean and unfortuanetly the panic won out
I have any things to say abt this. unfortuanetly i cannot remember any of them in this moment.
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novuit · 1 year
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Why is England a "tudor" rose?
I have a headcanon that England wears makeup and I wanted to show that in my flower AU by drawing him as a rose with some of his petals painted white other than his face. He's actually a red rose but tries to convince everyone he's a tudor rose.
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I doubt tudor roses actually exist, though...
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auideas · 2 years
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Dye-ing Inside & Out AU
Completely out-of-ideas tattoo artist Character A scans the internet for any type of inspiration for designs they can find. They already specialize in darker, more metal ink with pretty badass imagery, but they’ve found that that type of style isn’t really in these days. Besides, no one who looks at a picture of Character A would ever expect the large, almost grotesque imagery to come out of Character A’s gun (they were basically a tiny little golden retriever, for pete’s sake).
In an attempt to find something more in line with both their customers’ expectations and what’s trending, Character A gets in contact with someone online who calls themselves an “Ecodyer,” or basically, someone who uses the natural dyes in organic substances to imprint their likeness onto clothing.
Character A happily agrees to come meet Character B at their workshop, but they’re stunned to not find a cute little cottagecore-esque individual but instead a burly biker holding a basket of ferns and irises, waving enthusiastically.
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alastair-fics · 6 months
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Flower AU
I just spent way too long trying to find my post of this, and realized it was the FAIRY AU I did that for. SO:
Human beings have marks (like a moving tattoo) that appears later in puberty. They take the form of a seed, a flower or both.
All marks have a form they shift into when they sprout/bloom, a sort of variation of ruts/heats.
When flowers bloom, they spread their petals out more, grow and/or spin to display themselves for pollen while the person can be overcome very quickly by any detection of pollen.
When seeds sprout, they will spin, or even duplicate themselves on the skin in their own display while puffing pollen anywhere it can. The person might smell a flower and try to find them to coat them.
These are not overpowering unless the seed and flower are a matching pair.
Persons with a matching seed and flower heighten and quicken the others' sprout/bloom to force them to align.
Persons with both a seed and flower mark can sometimes be stereotyped as narcissistic in nature, but this is largely deemed bunked in the scientific community.
Four things are required for impregnation: the pollen from a seed, the flower to take the pollen, semen, and an egg. With surrogacy, a child could potentially have up to four parents.
When a seed and/or flower shows on a face, the person is usually ridiculed or lambasted as being promiscuous or sexy. They tend to make sure their mark is always covered even in private.
Seeds might be shamed for spraying pollen - even if its a first sprouting. Many tend to tape over their seed to prevent accidents.
Floral print is considered HIGHLY inappropriate and debauched. Instead, many people consider animal prints to be dainty and lovely. Another favorite is landscapes.
Cats and dogs are allergic to people who have marks (seeds and flowers) of all the same flowers that poison them.
Cemeteries are basically gardens. When someone dies, they bury them and plant their seed/flower over them. When a particular flower can't grow in their cemetery due to regions, the family will tend to plant wild flowers instead.
Some consider certain seeds/flowers more desirable than others, but there's no true consensus to which is best, though people tend to develop their seed/flower's scent soon after the mark shows.
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