flowerweaver

Independent roleplay blog for The Gardener, one of the Elders of the Universe from Marvel. Please hover the links above for rules and info.

[allgardener]

//my personal project has made a little more progress than i’ve expected. It might take about a month or two. But I have no way of anticipating how my mood or coping will go for now, so. it might be longer

who knows

just. expect this project to potentially be a huge part of Ord’s backstory. And very traumatic. and “hey not for nothin but why is Samurai Jack in this”

patience

[thefaeryhost]

Gustav Gurschner  –  Nautilus Lamp, c. 1899

[datheetjoella]

I can’t believe that out of all the shows out there, it’s this one that gives us a canon gay couple

[ayalaatreides]

Skeleton clerk is a true ally.

[allgardener]

why does it look like bootleg steve and bucky barnes. is that a deadpool shirt. i have so many questions.

[berniesrevolution]

This is the inauguration we should all be celebrating.

[allgardener]

//Sorry this blog sort of hit a dead end- Some trauma reared its ugly head and I’m. Contemplating working on a project I’ve had on the back-burner for at least 3 years because. Idk I need the closure before I can really move on.

//I will probably be back after I finish the project, but with work the way it is, it might take a while.

//Sorry if this is an inconvenience!

[klllerwithinarchive]

THIS BLOG IS OKAY WITH GROUP THREADS.

basically, i love them!

i’m not going to force them on you, however.  but if we are in a thread & you think it’d be cool if a relevant character joined in, just tell me! or i’ll ask you.  d (^_^) b

if you see one of my threads, & you think you want to join in, just ask me or my partner &  we’ll see if everyone’s okay with it.  o (◡‿◡✿)

because, one x one roleplay is limited sometimes.  ¯\ (°_o) /¯    & group threads are super AWESOME.  (●ゝω)ノヽ(∀＜●) 

but make sure you don’t just jump in! always ask.  (づ￣ ³￣)づ

[abxaquilone-archive-blog]

fallasea: 

SOOOO……….. LIKE.

I am ENTHUSIASTICALLY wanting to write with you but I am SLOW. 

I AM RIDICULOUSLY HAPPY TO GET OOC MESSAGES BUT I AM SLOW.

HOLY SHIT LIKE I ALWAYS FUCKING WEEP WITH UTTER FUCKING JOY WHEN I GET ASK IC BUT I AM S LOW. 

LIKE I AM GENERALLY VERY SLOW BUT I APPRECIATE MY MUTUALS. 

I AM SUPER RIDICULOUSLY SLOW BUT I REALLY want to LIKE CULTIVATE OUR MUSES RELATIONSHIP 100000% OKAY?

I’M JUST

SO SLOW

AND I AM GRATEFUL FOR THOSE WHO WAIT

AND YES WE CAN BE SLOW TOGETHER. 

[jurassicsniper]

@allgardener

Someone had been damaging the flowers and plants along the pathways in the park. It wasn’t the dinosaurs, for these were neat, deliberate prunings, far away from the animal enclosures. He’d checked the surveillance footage. Perhaps the geneticists or paleobotanists were taking samples for the lab without providing proper notification. Unfortunately, he only caught glimpses of a man he didn’t recognize from the staff and he could never seem to catch at the scene. “…Who are you?” he muttered to himself as he examined the still tacky sap from another cut plant. 

[allgardener]

Lungs heaving, Ord crouches in the overgrowth, trying to tamp down the panicked essence of growth pouring from their essence for long enough to hide between the ferns. This was close. The Gardener certainly was no stranger to being chased down by many life forms, and the large hybrid reptiles were certainly a cardio workout, but humans were always a wild card, fiercely defensive of their creations and trappings. They weren’t quite sure how humans would react to Ord stealing from their collection of plants and hybrid creatures, but it was just far too tempting. So many of these plants were something they’d not seen in millennia, some of them Ord’s actually never seen.

Shifting on their heels gently, the slight movement produces a sound that startles them, and unfortunately the ferns around them shoot up a good foot, a sudden immediate growth pattern that’s sure to draw attention if the faint sound did not.

“...Shit.”

[allgardener]

//Look, I’mma be real with you a minute: If you’ve ever talked about any of the things on my trigger list more than once, I am genuinely afraid of approaching you about any rule violations to ask they be fixed, because i’m already subconsciously recognizing you as a threat to my safety. I already have social anxiety from PTSD, so if you want to know why I’ve dropped a thread, its either lack of spoons or you literally need to initiate contact to ask me if you broke a rule, because i will no longer approach you out of fear.

//This is why the trigger list exists, to preserve my ability to communicate with people without the fear that any conversation with them might suddenly induce vivid flashbacks of my abuse. I do not control my PTSD, my PTSD controls me. That is, unfortunately, how PTSD works. Thanks for coming to my TED talk.

[egothecelestial]

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Ord’s hands clap together jovially, chuckling at the stories Ego had to tell about their siblings, bound by power and ichor instead of mothers milk and shared genetics. It’s always a treat to hear the intricate goings-on the Gardener missed tending to the flock, and the humor of it has their palms pressing together in an almost-prayer, mauve nails tucked against fingertips as the hands press against the darker stripe adorning the lower lip, almost pensively.

“…Did Tansy ever tell you ‘bout the time with the Colossi? Hoo, boy, wos that ever an adventure. Alright- so- story time, they’ve always been jealous of, yknow, my helper-kids, m’babies. Y’know the tall ones with the eyes and the hands? Kinda like Ents, mm, think thats the word? You know how Tan has this thing about having attendants, like servants, s’weird. Well anywho- I dunno I just think it’s the funniest thing- Tivan ended up stealing one of the sproutlets one time, the poor thing tore up a whole wing of the collection- poor thing was so panicked lookin’ for its mom, yknow-?” Zyonz punctuates this with a pat to his chest, humming, remembering the chitter of its branches as they were finally reunited.

“-But…Gee whiz, Tivvy blamed me for decades for that. Had me offerin’ a couple of seeds and bulbs of my own to replace what they’d broken. And, y’know, I can’t help but share, you know how it is- Why would I not share what I could with my siblings?”

He couldn’t help cracking up at the tale which Ord told him, able to picture that exact face of bleak consternation on Tivan’s face when his collection was broken and sullied. 

And by a sentient sapling, of all things!

‘‘Well of course he blamed you, nothing’s ever his fault.’’ Ego pointed out, still chuckling a little. One hand had flown to his chest in mirth, fingers splayed against the fabrics he’d conjured for himself. ‘‘The d’ast idiot….you’re surely more charitable than I am, Ord, and that’s the honest truth. If they were my siblings I wouldn’t be sharing any of this splendor you’ve built here.’’

At this he lifted his hands and twisted slightly, gesturing to their lush and verdant surroundings. What a world it was. Everywhere Ord went, they left behind the tell-tale signs of a nurturing hand, spreading life and vigor to all vegetation in the local area. 

It was funny, sometimes. Ego could go for millenia without crossing paths with Ord, but he’d still stumble across some interference of theirs on some lonesome planet and be left wondering how recently it had been done.

‘‘But then again, the bonds you Elders have managed to maintain all this time are…impressive, despite all your differences.’’

[allgardener]

Shrugging softly, the Gardener simply grins warmly, gently stroking the radial artery of their wrist with the other hand.

“Well, that’s the shared blood for ya, the Power Primordial. S’like a heartbeat, yknow? Comforting, familiar, pulls you in like a nice warm, heavy blanket. An’ I’ve always felt the need to share. M’power’s always been growth, so it just feels natural, yknow?”

There’s a small rustling sound from the Adiposian bamboo stalks that arch towards the sky almost threateningly, and a brown edge of bark pokes through the bonewhite stalks, somewhat like fingers. Sure enough, a whole hand emerges, followed by an arm and a body, an entire spindly Colossi passing through the reeds with practiced caution.

“...And there’s the little troublemaker now! Hi sweetheart! C’mere Garou, come say hi to my friend!”

The thin brown beanstalk of a twig inches forward timidly, eyes like two large welts of amber glistening under the sunlight. The head is crowned in almost an entire bouquet of elderberries and dark violet flowers dripping down vines. When they approach, it’s clear that they’re much taller than Ord, so much so that they sink to their knees to interact with the two before them.

“Eyim ghruu...?”

“Yeah, you’re fine! Don’t worry, it’s nothing fancy. This is Ego. Ego, this is Garou!”

[purecolumbo]

[cosmic-rebirth]

[llovinghome]

[artisticlog-deactivated20231213]

Crasulla umbella 🌵☘️🍃

[egothecelestial]

@allgardener liked for a starter!

‘‘Ord Zyonz, as I live and breathe- I didn’t know you were still kicking around the galaxy!’’ Ego grinned broadly when he caught sight of the Elder, striding forward and clapping a hand on their shoulder, taking in the purple markings that decorated their face. ‘‘How do you like that.’’

Out of all the Elders of the Universe that Ego had crossed paths with, Zyonz had to be the most interesting, the most he had in common with. The Grandmaster was quite fabulously capable of destruction, but growth? Creating something out of nothing, shaping something into being?

That glittering weirdo had his moments, but no. The Gardener was the one who really understood the craft, the sheer power and potential of it.

[allgardener]

“Ego, ol’ Ego, you’re much too kind!” the Gardener quips, smile broad and inviting yet flinching at the weight of the hand, the sudden heft of it something they were quite unprepared for. His fingers itch to remove it just to relieve the shoulder of the unfortunate buzz in their nerves, the unwelcomeness of unannounced physical contact, but they remain polite and welcoming as ever expected of an Elder.

It had been quite a long time since the two had interacted, and certainly before they’ve ever worn his current face, the duality of identity a razor’s edge that Ord’s mind chooses to overlook for simplicity’s sake. For now, he would greet Ego as his newest reinvention of self (-though, the usage of the word ‘new’ would certainly be up for discussion, argument, what have you- amongst even the longest lived of mortals-), try to maintain some semblance of a collected and better-shaped Ord Zyonz than any of his previous- incarnations? identities? Something of that nature.

“What brings a celestial wonder of the known multiverse like you around these parts? M’not exactly the most interesting of my siblings, you know that…”

[egothecelestial]

The hand lifted away so that he could wave it casually, as though brushing off the flattery.

‘‘Aw hell, that isn’t true at all! Sure, some are a little more…’’ Ego rolled his wrist gently, ushering the word he was looking for to come forth, ‘‘..colourful? But it’s a damn chore having to isolate all the glitter off of my person every time I see the Grandmaster. Not to mention that Tivan and I don’t exactly see eye to eye since that little ‘containment’ stunt.’’

He shook his head and chuckled softly, as though it were an old joke. And it was, he supposed, seeing as it had been at least 1000 years ago. His grudge had waned in time, able to see the funny side. Just about.

‘‘No, if I’m gonna run into any of the great Elders of the Universe out here, I’m glad it happens to be you. And you know me, I like to roam around! Just a restless old wanderer.’’

[allgardener]

Ord’s hands clap together jovially, chuckling at the stories Ego had to tell about their siblings, bound by power and ichor instead of mothers milk and shared genetics. It’s always a treat to hear the intricate goings-on the Gardener missed tending to the flock, and the humor of it has their palms pressing together in an almost-prayer, mauve nails tucked against fingertips as the hands press against the darker stripe adorning the lower lip, almost pensively.

“...Did Tansy ever tell you ‘bout the time with the Colossi? Hoo, boy, wos that ever an adventure. Alright- so- story time, they’ve always been jealous of, yknow, my helper-kids, m’babies. Y’know the tall ones with the eyes and the hands? Kinda like Ents, mm, think thats the word? You know how Tan has this thing about having attendants, like servants, s’weird. Well anywho- I dunno I just think it’s the funniest thing- Tivan ended up stealing one of the sproutlets one time, the poor thing tore up a whole wing of the collection- poor thing was so panicked lookin’ for its mom, yknow-?” Zyonz punctuates this with a pat to his chest, humming, remembering the chitter of its branches as they were finally reunited.

“-But...Gee whiz, Tivvy blamed me for decades for that. Had me offerin’ a couple of seeds and bulbs of my own to replace what they’d broken. And, y’know, I can’t help but share, you know how it is- Why would I not share what I could with my siblings?”

[whitepeopletwitter]

[mintelly]

taking notes from the masters of growth 🌱🌿🍃

Ig: mintelly