green / 𝓻𝓮𝓫𝓸𝓻𝓷.

❝ when, my, time comes around lay me gently in the COLD DARK EARTH. no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her. that's when my baby found me i was three days on a D R U N K E N SIN. i woke with her walls around me nothin' in her room but an EMPTY CRIB and i was burnin' up a fever i didn't care much how long i lived but i swear i thought i dreamed her she never asked me once about the wrong i did. ❞ quinten narcissus isley-quinzel. father of four two. you were dead, yet here you are.

[hismami]

[kbbey]

I felt off yesterday.

[ofnarcissvs]

@ofsurviiving !

[lutavero]

#grumpy #pouty

[dailyaleclightwood]

Asmodeus is my father.

[dailyaleclightwood]

Cheers… To our… our new partnership.

[dailyaleclightwood]

I can’t even begin to imagine the kind of stress [running the Institute] would bring.

[devilsystem-deactivated20210608]

[ohsehunpai]

“Not all who are lost are lost forever.” — x

[random-reblogger-438]

The Bat Family motto

[firechiicken]

“it’s a therapy group,” she explains to watching eyes ; deft fingers finishing what her mind could have done in seconds, poster freshly pinned to one of the school’s notice boards. she’d enlisted help in its design ( handmade would have taken too long, and she wasn’t skilled enough on a computer to make anything nice on her own ), ensuring that it was both tasteful and informative. while the headline didn’t betray the purpose outright, the little text bubbles below said exactly what jean couldn’t find words to, aloud. “for a certain kind of person.” the resurrected. it was explained better in ink. “i think it’s reached a point where, if it isn’t you - it’s someone you know.” 

[ofnarcissvs]

quin had come back to life. he had missed the first few months of the twins’ lives. he had missed their first smiles and giggles. they were small when he first met them but they had been SMALLER when they were born. which he missed. because he died and wasn’t around. when he had come back , he dove right into everything that he was doing before he died without a second thought. he never really stopped to think about what he went through or how hard it probably was on him. he never stopped to think about his own emotions and like before he died , he buried them. it was easier to bury them after coming back than deal with anything. “ i’ve made peace with it , “ a COMPLETE & UTTER LIE. quin’s ‘ at peace ‘ simply meant that he ignored it. how do you deal with coming back to life but not recognizing your own body because you’re part plant ? 

[blindjcstice-a]

Jude stopped her reading, her fingers stopped. She turned her attention to someone near her. “I’m sorry. Do I know you?” The voice sounded familiar but too many voices sounded familiar nowadays. “I swear I’ve heard your voice before.”

[ofnarcissvs]

“ hmm ? “ he hadn’t realized until that moment that he had been talking to himself. HOW EMBARRASSING. “ it’s jus’ me -- quin. i’d hope you recognize my voice since you hear it enough at gardening club. “ 

[whitewolfofwinterfell]

ULTIMATE SHIPS CHALLENGE: ten quotes [2/10]

You don’t know what it’s like being in love with you.

[ofnarcissvs]

@ofsurviiving !

[tw-gif]

[ofnarcissvs]

❛ what do you do to afford v-necks, quinten? ❜ / @tofuisms.

“ i ask if you have any questions about plants and THAT’S your big question ? “ quin flattens the soil of the dionaea muscipula he had just replanted. “ nothing related to plants then ? “ 

[ofnarcissvs]

‘ holy motherforking shirtballs . ’ / @fvllofrain.

“ language , ophelia. no swearing around the children, please. “

[ofnarcissvs]

‘ is everything okay ? i mean , other than , you know … everything . ’ / @graiinnemhaol.

“ aside from literally everything i suppose everything is going moderately okay. i WAS dead but instead of staying dead i was turned into a plant. so i have that photosynthesis stuff going on. normal plant things. and now , when i talk to plants they respond. they’re really catty but now at least they talk back. “ 

[ofnarcissvs]

witch-hzl‌:

To start, Hazel summoned a garbage bag and began picking up trash and debris along the sidewalk. Wednesday danced at her feet, occasionally bringing a wrapper or a twig but mostly just exploring. At least one of them was having fun.

Out of all of them, her partner seemed to be the most unhappy. Even with the forced enthusiasm, she could tell his heart wasn’t really in it. “Hey,” she called. “You okay?”

quinten did try to have a good time - but that was hard when you were an all around grump and you missed your kids. still , he picked up the trash and cleared the area. the amount of LITERAL TRASH that cluttered the streets only made him more grumpy and upset for the other plants. “ what - yeah , “ he was brought out of his thoughts and looked up at his partner. “ it’s not what i wanted to do today , “ on his day off from school and work , which never actually happened. “ i was supposed to spend today with my kids is all. “