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recycledraccoon · 5 months

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Burrows End is SO SO good and Aabria is such a master of story telling. This season, despite being genuine DnD vs other systems Aabria has used, hasn't actually seen all that much full blown combat. Like, of course they've fought things throughout, but it's been so much more information hunting and puzzling together all the lore. But this obviously means those scenes we do have such full blown COMBAT with sets so much more important, which was obvious in the reactor....but the bear....so obviously it's been focused on in reference to Tula's reveal, or as a show of how fucked up biology wise this world they live in is and how dangerous it is in the forest.

But it's also Aabria laying such incredibly subtle groundwork. It's showing us "this is possible in this world. This happens. They can get inside of you, burrow into you, and you will be their walking warren. Parasite and host intertwined."

And then we move on...we focus on the secrets of the first stoats and learning of all these human things, and the chipmunks and bear are just fun tidbits to throwback to about how scary and fucked up things are, but no longer relevant.

Last week we heard those tapes, and I thought "that voice change there...the 'they're so sneaky'...was that a first stoat, who we only heard as squeaks, instead speaking through Dr. Wenabocker as he died?"

And I forgot about the bear too.

But the SECOND it was revealed that Wenabocker left, that his body was gone and that Phoebe left too? It all clicked.

The Bear wasn't just a fun, really cool fucked up battle set for an episode, it was incredibly important foreshadowing. The foundation, the trap, the big bad all at once hidden behind a cool, fucked up bear in the second goddamn episode of the season.

#hitting us again and again with “things will die and things will bring you back to life and things will be inside of you keeping you alive”#wenabocker isnt dead #but if any part of him is cognizant enough to know what's happening i bet he wishes he was #wenabocker is the bear and i bet the only way to kill phoebe is to stop his heart and kill him just like they did in ep. 2 #aabria my beloved #ive been strolling in this vivid story-forest you made us and walked right into your bear trap #dimension 20 #d20 spoilers #dimension 20 spoilers #burrows end #d20 burrow's end #burrows end spoilers #d20 burrow's end spoilers #burrow's end #burrow's end spoilers

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gay-dorito-dust · 3 months

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Oooo I have a soft request for Jason Todd! Wondering if I could please request Jason Todd x shy!reader? Little background, Shy!reader is the adoptive daughter of Superman and she got her adopted dad all his powers, including flying when she got injured, it took a transfusion of Superman blood to save her life. Pretty cute Jason and shy!reader are looking at the stars, just fluff. https://pin.it/5MuJAnCCR

Whenever you were stressed about anything, you would fly yourself to your hidden spot, it was a place so far removed from the public eye that it was often regarded as a restricted area, and stargaze for comfort.

At first it was a place solely for yourself as you just didn’t feel comfortable in sharing something that you had came across by yourself with another being, not without it being spread through word of mouth and then used as an place for everything that it’s not. That plus the fact that you often preferred your own company and not have to worry about seeing as rude or unsociable by others, especially whenever you didn’t feel like engaging in what they deemed as riveting conversation.

It just wasn’t your speed.

However you’ve begun to notice how easily frustrated and prone to outbursts Jason had become recently with the sudden spike in criminal activity within Gotham, In Which had Jason neglecting his sleep etiquette in favour for continuous back to back to back night patrols; something that didn’t help in the slightest either his already short temper and his impatience.

All you wanted to do in this situation was help him, and you soon came to the conclusion that by taking him to your sacred spot would relieve at least some of the stress. However the final step in making that happen was you having to ask him, which shouldn’t seem at all that hard but your mind couldn’t help but fool you into thinking the absolute worst of outcomes; and yet you knew you should at least make an attempt before believing the worst of everything.

‘Jason?’

‘What?’ He snapped and immeditly hating himself for it upon seeing you flinch at his sharp tone, taking small steps away from him until there was a response sided distance between the two of you. He didn’t mean to snap at you, never, after all you were the last person Jason would ever take his anger out on, and even then he wouldn’t ever dare do that. ‘I’m sorry chipmunk.’ He rasped, rubbing his hands into his tired eyes. ‘I didn’t mean to snap at you. It’s just-‘

‘The phenomenon that is the crime rates in Gotham suddenly going up more then they have in the past week then they ever have in the past month.’ You cut him off, stepping closer to him and take one of his hands away from his eyes and holding it in your own. ‘This has forced yourself, Batman and any other active vigilante in the field to work overtime to combat it. I’m aware and you shouldn’t have to apologise for it.’ You concluded, raising his hand to your lips and kissing it several times as Jason’s hand went slack in your grasp.

‘Whatcha here for sweetheart because I know it’s just not to check up on little old me.’ Jason said and you cursed him for knowing you a little too well for your liking, but you wouldn’t want it any other way as it only reinforced your strong bond with one another.

‘I came here to see if you’d allow me to take you somewhere for a much needed change of scenery.’ You told him and Jason smiled, his tired eyes twinkled with amusement as his hand squeezed your own encouragingly. ‘Lead the way sweetheart.’ He said but soon laughed upon seeing your face as he kissed the side of your head affectionately. Not able to handle how naturally cute you were and whispered against your skin. ‘You should know by now that I’d follow you anywhere buttercup.’

‘I do and I often worry about your blind trust in me.’ You replied but a quick trip outside town and following a beaten up dirt road later, you and Jason had found yourselves within the clearing of a forest where small grounds of three or five fireflies were scattered about here and there, providing a natural light within the otherwise dark forest. You and Jason then sat yourselves down as comfortably as you could on the lush green grass and Jason was taken by how peaceful everything was, from the fireflies flying before him, the small riverbank that ran past his left hand side, to the sound of leaves being ruffled by the breeze had him feeling more relaxed than before.

Jason could easily imagine you doing the most mundane things possible in this very clearing, whether that be making flower crowns, birdwatching, or taking a quick nap beneath a nearby tree with the cat you just saved, who has now formed an attachment. And yet Jason found beauty in all these things and you, that he felt somewhat envious that he didn’t get to partake in such activities with you because he knew he couldn’t allow for crime in Gotham to rise even further in his absence. While Jason was lost within his head, he didn’t notice that a couple of fireflies land peacefully on his head, not until he heard your poor attempts to silence your laughter.

He smirks at you, loving that he got to hear the sound of your laughter. ‘What’s so funny sweetheart?’

You pointed to his head, smiling so sweetly that Jason thought he’d get cavities, you truly made this man as soft and sappy as a schoolboy with a crush and he secretly thrives on it. ‘Just that there’s a couple of fireflies taking refuge on your head.’ You tell him and Jason went to run his hand through his hair just as a small cluster of fireflies flew back up into the air, directing both of your eyes towards the endless sea of stars that hung above. ‘They’re beautiful aren’t they?’ You asked aloud and Jason took a quick glance towards you to admire just how ethereal you looked beneath the blinking lights of the fireflies and smiled dopily.

‘More than they could ever realise.’ He replied before looking back at the stars just as you went to look at him with a similar look he had given you. ‘Much a diamond in the rough, they are equally as beautiful as they are important.’ You then reached for his hand and intertwined your fingers as you watched how Jason swallowed thickly and squeezed your hand back before looking back towards the stars yourself and allowing the silence to linger between the two of you.

‘This is truly a beautiful place you’ve brought me to chipmunk.’ Jason says after a while. ‘Are you sure you wanted to share it with me?’ He adds sheepishly and a tad uncertain of himself. He didn’t understand why you’ve brought him-whom some considered a violent man- to a place as peaceful and as beautiful as yourself…weren’t you scared that he’d one day destroy it?

You smiled and rested your head on his broad shoulder, pressing a kiss there as you watched as the fireflies twinkled in tandem with the stars. ‘There’s no one else I’d rather share this spot with than Jason. You may think you’re a violent man but you’ve proven yourself to be quite an emotional man also.’ You pressed another kiss to his arm in reassurance. ‘The moment I brought you here you’ve been nothing but respectful and cautious with your movements as though you’re worried you might step on a flower.’ Jason couldn’t help but laugh at that because it was true, he over thought his every movement as though one wrong move and he’d accidentally step on something he shouldn’t have. ‘I knew I made the right decision and now you can come here whenever you like, this place is just as yours as it is mine.’ You told him.

‘I’m only coming here if it’s to stargaze with my best partner.’ Jason said as he pressed a kiss to the side of your head, causing you to smile automatically. ‘I mean if that’s okay with you.’ He then adds and you couldn’t help but chuckle at how soft and sweet he was being, something he only ever was when it was just the two of you and you felt honoured in getting to see that side of him. ‘It’s more than okay with me Jaybirdie. I don’t want to stargaze on my own anymore now that you’re here.’ You admit and Jason felt relieved at this that he couldn’t help but be a little cheeky as a result.

‘Is it so that you can watch fireflies make a home out of my hair and not say anything about it?’ He asks, giving you a look. ‘Be honest.’

You shrugged your shoulders. ‘Guilty as charged.’

‘Come here you.’ Jason then lunged for you and while you put up a good fight, you were soon placed between his legs and your back was firmly pressed against his chest as his arms were latched onto your waist as to keep you in place. ‘Now this is better for the both of us, don’t you think firefly?’ He whispered into your ear as he rests his head on your shoulder to be closer to you.

‘Yes it is.’ You whispered back and for the remainder of the night you both sat there amongst the fireflies and watched the stars.

It wasn’t until later that Jason pointed out to you that you had a small cluster of fireflies yourself resting on your lap, blinking softly but didn’t say anything earlier because you looked too peaceful to be disrupted.

#jason todd imagine #jason todd fluff #jason todd x reader #jason todd imagines #jason todd fanfic #jason todd fanfiction #jason todd fic #dc x y/n #dc x you #dc comics x reader #dc x reader #dc imagine #dc fic #dc fanfic #dc fanfiction

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moobell55 · 1 year

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A Lifetime Of Flowers Part I

~Jacks once told Evangeline he'd never be the man to give her flowers, here's all the times he did~Contains lots of fluff with a tad bit of angst, not a whole lot though, this will be multiple parts~

The Prince Of Hearts was never up this early in the morning, the sun had barely risen. But yet Jacks tore himself from the comfort of his warm bed, careful not to wake the sleeping women next to him.

He folded the covers over her, careful not to disturb her rest but wanting to make sure she stayed warm. He was forever enchanted by his wife, she was the most divine creature he'd ever seen. Every inch of her was perfect, her hair, face, eyes, her soul and the small freckles that covered the bridge of her nose. He'd spent every night they'd been married kissing those freckles, and he knew he'd do it for the rest of their days.

As he tucked her back in he couldn't resist placing a kiss on her forehead; only pulling away so he wouldn't wake the slumbering beauty. He would've happily stayed in this bed with her forever. Content with holding her and simply existing in her presence for the rest of their lives.

But today Jacks was on a journey.

Quickly donning his black fur lined cape, and quickly laced up his leather ice boots. Making extra care not to make a noise as he made his way to the door. He took one last peak at his slumbering bride before making the way to The Hollows exit.

The last moments of Winter had been dying away all week, welcoming the wetness and new life of Spring.

Spring reminded him of Evangeline the most, as the coldness of winter melted away and it was met with new life. The hope and beauty returning after being frozen for so long, just like Jacks's own heart.

Years ago he never could've imagined his heart would beat and his skin would lose its frigidness. But as his Little Fox melted through his icy walls, she also melted through the iciness of his heart, and now his heart only beats for his One True Love.

It made sense his Wife was born in the beginning of the North's Spring. When the flowers began to bud and bloom, when the coldness of the North slipped away at last.

The woods around their home were alive even early in the morning. Birds sang overhead, Chipmunks ran through the budding trees, the river ran full, the Earth smelled anew.

He made his away over the small bridge, to a grove hidden by the dense Blackberry bushes that had taken over this part of the forest in the centuries Jacks had been gone.

Paying no mind as the vines snagged onto his clothes, he made his way to a small glen.

Jacks had found what he was looking for at last.

Wildflowers covered the glen, they had bloomed over the past two days. Jacks knew as he'd been sneaking out every night to make sure they'd be perfect for her.

Yellows, whites, pinks and all sorts of soft colors covered the ground. Seemingly waiting to be picked for his wife, as if they knew how important today was.

Making his way to the flowers he knelt down and removed his knife from his boot. A habit Evangeline would fun of him for, but Jacks knew better than to venture into the woods without protection.

He carefully grabbed the stem of a vibrant Winter Aconite, the warm yellow contrast to the silver of his knife. Carefully he harvested the Aconites, before wrapping a smooth ribbon around the stems.

The Pinks and soft reds of the Camellias caught his attention next. The red reminds him of the blush that would form on his Love's cheeks and the pinks for the beautiful color of her hair he'd always been obsessed with.

He gathered a dozen of these, then carefully added them to the growing bouquet of wildflowers.

Jacks didn't have a favorite flower, and neither did Evangeline. He simply did not care for flowers, but his sweet Evangeline loved them. She couldn't choose a favorite as she found beauty in all of them, even the ones that never fully bloomed.

In a rocky area of the glen grew a patch of Snow Glory's, the blue and white star shaped flowers had water droplets collecting on their soft petals. The blues reminded him of her eyes, the soft blue grey of her eyes was so like his silver eyes. But hers held much more joy and love than his ever could.

His bundle of flowers was growing bigger, over two dozen flowers were confined in the ribbon clearly struggling to keep its hold on the flowers.

The sun was rising higher into the sky as he left the glen, chasing away the remainder of the stars from the darkness. Evangeline would awaken soon, and worry about why her husband wasn't in bed with him.

She always awoke after he did, something he'd tease her about. She simply tells him that she'd been comfortable, and she'd spent every moment of her sleep "dreaming of being with him." How could a man ever take offense to that?

In truth he loved watching her sleep, she smiled while she dreamed, and clung to him like he was the only thing keeping her in this world. In reality it was her that kept him in this world.

The Hollow was in sight as a loud barking noise stole him from his thoughts.

A White Spectral Fox was dashing towards him, the creature un-frightened by the tall man. This Fox knew him, or knew his wife quite well.

Princess Fluffikins was the fox that had taken a shine to him months ago at Evangeline's first wedding. Jacks hadn't cared for the creature but Evangeline was extremely fond of it; it made sense that she had found her way to the vast forests surrounding their home.

The Fox bound up to him before circling him, seeming interested in the flowers Jacks held. The Prince rolled his eyes at the Fox before, quickly and carefully running a hand across her white fur.

Jacks would never admit that he cared for Fluffikins, but he'd slowly grown to care for the spectral fox. The Fox let out a happy bark and began to follow him closer to The Hollows door.

Looking down at the spectated fox, he wondered if she wanted to follow him inside or she was simply looking for Evangeline.

"I know you miss her Fluffikins, but she's inside resting. It's a very important day but if you're still here later I'll make sure she says hello."

Jacks would've never thought he'd be having a conversation with a woodland creature, but he was a lot of things now he'd never thought he'd be.

Fluffikins simply blinked up at him with those beady black eyes before running off towards the river.

Jacks gave a quick chuckle before entering The Hollow, the warm air pleasantly warming his body. Making his way into the kitchen he quickly retrieved the light pink vase he'd bought days earlier. Adding water to the vase he carefully added the variety of flowers and drew his knife to cut the ribbon.

Quietly he made his way through the decorated corridors of their home, the vase carefully resting in his arms. He stood in front of their bedroom door, hand carved with a fox with a heart circling it. He'd carved it for her shortly after they married.

Slowly opening the door he was met with the sight of his wife sitting on her side of the bed, having just woken up and still in the grasp of sleep.

Evangeline blinked sleepily at him, "Good morning my Love." She took notice of the flowers, "Are those for me?"

He smiled softly, taking in the mess of her curls, her disarrayed nightdress, and the hold of sleep still visible on her face.

This was love. Nothing but love for her, the lady and Queen of his Heart.

"Of course my Love," he placed a kiss against her lips quickly, "The most beautiful flowers for the beautiful Queen of my Heart on her birthday."

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Notes: Not sure how many parts I'll be doing for this but I have at least one more in mind.

Living in a colder area, we do have some flowers that bloom more in the Winter but most bloom early Spring, but I actually grow all the flowers I listed including the Blackberries.

I would love to hear any thoughts and opinions in the comments below and would love to hear your favorites flowers. :)

#evangeline x jacks #jacks x evangeline #evangeline fox #evajacks #jacks prince of hearts #ouabh spoilers #ouabh #the ballad of never after #the prince of hearts #a curse for true love #tbona #tbona spoilers #once upon a broken heart #acftl #caraval #evajacks fanfic #stephanie garber #fanfic fluff #flowers fanfix

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strange-nights-rp · 8 months

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Meet the Clans - TimberClan

🌲Territory

Forest, towering redwood and sequoia trees. The ground is covered in lush green ferns. The terrain is rather rocky, with many ravines and gorges. Series of small creeks wind through the territory, fed by the nearby mountain range in GlacierClan.

🌲 Camp

Treetop camp – A camp among a cluster of redwood trees with two levels. Each den has a lower portion, which is housed in the hollowed out trunks of the trees, and an upper portion, which is located in the lower branches of the tree. The upper portion is used during Newleaf, Greenleaf, and Leaf-fall and good weather, while the lower portions are used during Leafbare and in bad weather.

🌲 Landmarks

Twoleg path - a well maintained hiking trail. Twolegs often hike it during the warmer months, but rarely stray from the path.

Twoleg Place - a campsite with seven cabins, one of which is inhabited by a park ranger year round. People flock to it during newleaf and greenleaf. Has a small garden with some useful herbs.

Redwood Bridge - a large fallen redwood that creates a bridge across the Summit River to the gathering island. TimberClan and occasionally GlacierClan uses it to attend gatherings.

Hidden Grotto - a patch of wet woodland and cave where strange plants grow.

🌲 Weather

Wet, flipping between cool and warm in Newleaf, warm and wet in Greenleaf, cool in Leaf-fall, and cold and sometimes snowy in Leafbare.

🌲 Governmment

After a long and insufferable monarchy, the new leader, daughter of the old monarch, decreed that any cat that is a warrior may nominate themselves to be the deputy of the clan. The clan has a quarter moon to dispute any nomination, after which the clan will vote with a Rank Voting ballot to determine the next depute.

🌲 Fauna

Prey: voles, mice, rats, squirrels, beavers, gophers, porcupine, marmots, chipmunks, flounder, burbot, trout, salmon, minnows, lamprey, sturgeons, sparrows, robins, towhee, chickadee, starlings, jays, meadowlark, woodpeckers, thrush

Predators: wolverines, bears, wolves, cougars, rattlesnakes, coyotes

Other Animals: skunks, deer, bats

🌲 Holidays

Color Festival- Once a full moon cycle is completed after New Leaf, TimberClan gathers all things colorful (mainly flowers) where apprentices are tasked to sort out and organize all the material. They are hoisted into the trees where they are stored throughout the first moon cycle of new leaf. Cats are encouraged to decorate themselves as colorfully or as creatively as they can, and on the first high sun after a new moon, the material in the trees is released to a marvelous and beautiful cascade of colors in celebration of the new life that comes every year to TimberClan.

Festival of Wood- On the first day after the second full moon of Leaf-fall, cats come together to help the Carpenter cats raise new dens up into the treetops. If no additional dens are needed, new ones are made to replace any unstable ones. This day is usually accompanied by a small feast once the new dens are properly installed.

Night of Stars- On the first new new moon of Leafbare when the stars shine their brightest, the clan gathers at the top of the trees near Treetop camp, and tell stories of their loved ones who have joined The Ancestors. Cats are encouraged to bring snacks as they often end up falling asleep throughout the storytelling.

🌲 Specialized Role

Carpenters - The highly skilled TimberClan carpenters are excellent at making tools and trinkets out of wood. These highly skilled carpenters have helped TimberClan easily adapt to their tree nests in winter and help defend their warriors with wooden armor.

#warrior cats rp #wc rp #new wcrp #warrior cat roleplay #warrior cats #warrior cats roleplay #wcrp #snwrp #strange nights

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aliceindaisychains999 · 3 months

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Poetry, Lovebirds and Love-Knots with you and the Tanks for the ask game :3

Poetry: How do your F/Os express their love for you?

We are well-rounded in expressing all of the love languages to each other. However, to make things easy, I’ll mention the top two.

Primis Tank: Acts of Service and Physical Touch: Confidently with a much smoother flare to it

Ultimis Tank: Quality Time and Physical Touch; Loud, proud and passionate

Lovebirds: What do you consider a ‘perfect date’ between you and your F/O?

It applies to both Tanks. I would love to spend a weekend or full week off in mid-May and go camping with him. Just the two of us in the beautiful scenery of the forest. I feel like there’d be a slight bicker of tent vs cabin. But I’ll take his advice of “real camping” with the tent.

We get to stargaze, cozy up by the fire, go hiking and maybe even canoe a little bit! I’d hope to make friends with the birds and chipmunks while I’m there. The temperature would be comfortable for us both and barely any mosquitos to worry about. The time we spend together is what makes it so very special.

Love-knots: If you and your F/O were to have matching couple accessories what would it be?

I think it’d probably be a trade really! I get to wear his dog tags and he gets to wear one of my necklaces! Both are hidden other our shirts. It’s something to remember by when we go about the day, knowing we’ll come home to each other soon.

#ironpetals #asks

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sniperct · 11 months

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thinking about it now, I realize how much I miss the desert

not las vegas (though I miss how alive the city was and how you could do anything even at 3am, for a perpetual night owl it was great)

Vegas was dirty and brown and covered in dust and sand all the time.

The city is a dust bowl, centered in a ring of mountains.

Leave the city. Head east towards the lake.

Beautiful wildflowers in spring. Mountains painted like rainbows. Dormant Volcanoes rising from flat earth. An entire valley red like fire with multiple biomes and ancient wall paintings. If you know where to look, you can find ancient petrified wood. If you know where to look, there are places of life, beautiful refuges hidden among the landscape.

West, towards The Mountain, more painted rocks, more flowers, and evergreen forests rising up and up and up. In the winter it's covered in snow. The rest of the year there are springs and waterfalls and life ranging from chipmunks to deer and elk, herds of bighorn sheep and mountain lions. (a bit more north than west are hidden valleys)

North, into the great basin, more painted mountains, deep canyons and the oldest trees in the world. Gnarled things clinging to the cliffside, survivors thousands of years old. (and more signs of early human life from kilns to more paintings and buildings carefully preserved and restored)

South, deeper into the desert, the mountains are painted still, and there are hidden valleys and passes filled with forests. Salt flats, beautifully desolate.

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fabulas-sanctum · 1 year

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Sarah’s Quest

Every year, as the days grew shorter, Sarah embarked on a thrilling adventure to gather nuts and seeds to fill her cozy little burrow. It was on these expeditions that her true cunning and charm shone through.

One sunny morning, Sarah excitedly scampered out of her burrow, ready to embark on her yearly adventure. Her first stop was the Great Oak, where her friend Oscar the Owl kept a watchful eye on the forest below. "Good morning, Oscar!" Sarah chirped as she climbed up the sturdy branches. "Any tips on finding the best nuts today?"

Oscar, who fancied himself as the wisest creature in the forest, ruffled his feathers and replied, "Ah, Sarah, you must first seek the counsel of the Chipmunk Brothers. They've got their paws on the latest nut news, and they'll know just the spot."

Grateful for the advice, Sarah nimbly navigated the forest floor in search of the infamous Chipmunk Brothers, Chuck and Charlie. She found them bickering over a particularly large acorn. "Pardon me," Sarah interjected, "I was wondering if you two could tell me where to find the best nuts and seeds this year?"

Chuck and Charlie paused their argument, exchanged glances, and responded in unison, "You must go to the Three Sisters - three legendary trees where the finest nuts are said to be found!" They then provided Sarah with detailed directions, chuckling at the thought of the challenge that lay ahead.

With her bushy tail swaying behind her, Sarah eagerly followed the Chipmunk Brothers' directions, all the while keeping her wits about her. She encountered several obstacles, including a mischievous fox and a babbling brook that required some agile acrobatics to cross. But Sarah, undeterred, pressed on with grace and wit.

Finally, she reached the fabled Three Sisters: three colossal trees, each with a distinct and awe-inspiring aura. Sarah wasted no time, hopping from one tree to the next, her keen eyes spotting nuts and seeds hidden amongst the foliage. She gathered hazelnuts, acorns, and sunflower seeds, making sure to leave some behind for other forest dwellers.

As she began her journey home, Sarah bumped into Oscar once more. "I see you've succeeded, my dear friend," he hooted approvingly. "The Chipmunk Brothers' directions were true after all."

Sarah nodded, her cheeks bulging with the fruits of her labor. "Indeed, Oscar. And it's all thanks to the wisdom of our friends here in the forest."

As Sarah settled into her snug burrow, ready for winter, the entire forest seemed to settle with her. The snowflakes began to fall, blanketing the land in a serene white layer. It was in that cozy solitude that Sarah realized the true moral of her story: every adventure is made richer and more rewarding by the friends who guide and support us along the way.

#kids stories #positive

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roberrtphilip · 8 months

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hiiii i wanna hear your thoughts about robert and giselle’s pasts. mostly their families like parents, siblings, etc. giselle especially because it seems like she just came outta the wood work HAHA. what’s your headcanon past for her!!! (but robert toooo)

AH !

okay so I'll go through Robert's first bc it's kind of basic, and shorter.

I think he comes from a wealthy family, with two successful lawyer parents, and was an only child. He was very close with both parents (Marie and David), though he was definitely closer to his mother. He really admired her, and she was ultimately the reason he chose to pursue law. He did think about becoming a teacher for a little while, but ended up choosing family law bc it's what his mom did.

Despite being closer to his mom, he really did love his dad, and is definitely more like him personality-wise. I think his mom was more out-going and positive, whereas his dad was introverted and sarcastic, with a bad sense of dad humor, which Robert absolutely picked up.

His parents ended up dying when he was around 23 (car accident), and outside of his (now ex) wife (Vanessa) he had no other family. I think he does have a few very distant relatives floating around, but none that he's ever met.

Also, I headcanon his full name is Robert Florian Philip, and that Florian was his grandfather's name :]

Now, for Giselle!

I know Andalasia is meant to be this like... happy, upbeat place but I kind of like to lean into the darker elements that it might contain. It's a fairytale world, after all, and we know trolls were trying to eat her, and Narissa was trying to kill her so, I can indulge a lil bit :]

With that said, I think Giselle's parents were, sadly, killed when she was a baby. We know the animals found her left alone in the woods, and I like to think that the cottage she lived in was where she was born/living when her parents died. Because it happened when she was so young, she has no memories, even on her Memory Tree, and has no idea who her parents were or what happened to them. None of the animals do either, but everyone kind of assumes they must've died.

All of the animals helped take care of her, but none more than Pip's family. I know chipmunks don't live as long in real life, but in Andalasia they do, it's true, it's real. He's two years older than Giselle and acts as her older brother.

Her cottage was hidden pretty deep in the forest and, because of that, she had very limited human interaction for most of her life. I do think, though, that she and Pip would sneak off to get a closer look at the kingdom and observe how the people there lived, and Giselle would mimic how the women held themselves, and spoke. I also think, once they were older and a bit bolder, they'd steal things from the bakery and library. Giselle will deny she ever did this, saying Pip did all the dirty work, but she absolutely helped. They were definitely a bread stealing team.

Circling back to her limited human interaction bit, ohhhh she was starving for human interaction. Sometimes, she'd flip through the many books she owned and wish more than anything that she could find her true love just so she could have at least one other human to talk to. She used to go back and forth on whether or not she should try and live in the kingdom, but she didn't want to leave her family, and she worried she wouldn't be welcomed there. Meeting Edward was a dream come true, not just bc she thought he was her true love but also bc hello !! Human interaction ? He's saying I can live in the kingdom? This is wonderful !!

Also, sidenote, bc she spent so long running, hiding, and defending herself from trolls, and other threatening mythical creatures, she's got quite a few scars on her body and, I think, if she'd had a better angle, she could've slayed Narissa on her own.

Overall, though, Giselle had a very happy childhood! She was certainly desperate for human interaction, but she loved her animal family, and wouldn't have traded them for anything. They taught her how to sew, and cook, and read, and dance, and defend herself when it was needed (how do the animals know this? that's the power of Andalasia baby). I don't think she wondered too much about her biological parents as she got older, and while she is technically an only child, she considers like. Half the forest her siblings/cousins so. Robert ended up with a lot of in-laws to impress.

#thank you i love talkng about Them !!!!#🥹💙🩷#also sorry if this seems all over the place i am sleeby but this message excited me i didnt wanna wait to answer :]#lumiereandcogsworth #ask #hc #enchanted #robert philip #giselle philip #certified enchanted moment™️

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never-forgotten-pacifica · 9 months

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Happy Birthday my dear friend LN. Just leaving this for you as you left for me

8/25

It's your birthday. I set my mind to indulge in “what if ...”

What if you were here today?

In the truck, already packed, we would be driving up to a place I know. A lovely drive into the Tahoe National Forest, holding hands deep in conversation punctuated with laughter. The trees give way to expansive canyons and the Foresthill Divide. The scars of the American fire -- stark, dark, haunting but liberally dotted with green and recovery reaching towards the sun -- mar the splendor for a few winding miles as we climb higher. It gives way to granite and trees, healthy high country forest. And suddenly, unexpectedly, it opens to a meadow, Robinson Flat. Park the truck and get out. The air is crisp, clean. I pull your hand and take you to the old pump in the middle of the meadow.

Together, we pump, filling our bottles of the sweetest cold water the earth has to offer.

The sounds of the forest sing to you. And now we're off, headed up single track trail, deeply forested and lush. Ancient trees lie still,

while the occasional wind rushes through the tops of those still growing. It's steep, it seems to

go up and disappear. We emerge at the top.

Breathtaking view of the mountains in front, trail goes right to the lookout or left to Little Bald Mountain. I kiss you, laugh, and pull you to the right. We climb the stairs, rough cut stone, and reach the lookout. It's empty but we walk around the porch. And I stand beside you, nestled in your arm as you take in the view.

Play video now (my breathing is recovering from running up to the top):

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3ik-wqQ-JhAZ1l5cno4SmVMams/view?usp=drivesdk

I drop my pack and spread out lunch: wine, cheese, cut fruits, olives, earthy breads and nuts. We eat our fill, with sounds of the birds and wind serenading us. The chipmunks and local wildlife mill about just below us. The soft sounds of the canyon only broken by our laughter. We ask each other a thousand questions, and share everything, laying ourselves bare. When we're ready, we pack up and head towards Little Bald Mountain. Another spectacular view.

But, I'm pulling you over towards the edge. Ahhh ... Now you see it, a way down to??? You follow, cautiously, puzzled. Clearly, this is not a trail or a path. Then the shrubs give way and you see the outcropping. An Island surrounded by rock walls on three sides and open to the canyon on the fourth.

Again, I drop my pack. I spread out my sleeping bag. It's cooler here, less sun, but the wind is barely felt when it comes. We sit for awhile and take in this almost unimaginable place, hidden from the world in plain sight. I tell you are my dessert. That I want to taste your skin, your kisses, all of you. I ask if you're willing to just let me, let me explore you with my hands, my mouth as I stand, take off my shirt and sports bra. Immediately the cool air meets my arousal and my nipples are hard and the goosebumps spread across me. You agree to my request. I lose the shoes, socks and shorts. The panties, I remove gently, slowly, letting the cool air kiss my warmth. I am kneeling now, and lift your hand to my lips, kissing, licking your fingertips, the palm

of your hand. I move slowly up your forearm, the cool air dancing across the moist trail of kisses. I lean in and continue up until I reach your neck. I pause and slowly inhale, breathing in as much of you as my lungs can hold. And I press my lips, softly, kissing. My exhale almost tickles your neck until the warmth of my mouth, my kisses, causes a sigh to escape you. I keep tasting, kissing up to your ear. I let the tip of my tongue gently trace the top and explore every curve. The cool air lights up the wet kisses I'm leaving behind. I softly kiss your cheek. I settle in, straddling you, and taking your face in my hands, kiss your forehead, your eyes and even the tip of your nose. I pull back, look into your eyes, smile and sigh. I lean in to kiss you, our lips brushing, soft, teasing at first. Your breath is warm and I breathe you in. Our mouths are eager for each other, and our kisses become long, slow... Tongues tasting exploring. I stop you, lean back a bit a take your shirt off. And we melt into each other, skin to skin, arms wrapped. You are warm against my breasts. My mouth finds yours again. Your hands move effortlessly over my skin, over my curves, moving across my hips, up my belly ... You feel my body shiver on you as you reach my breasts. The slightest whimper escapes me. The feeling of your hands, lost in our kisses is electric. You kiss my neck moving down to my breasts until my nipple is in your mouth. Again, I shudder, softly moaning. Your tongue, your sucking, your teeth... My breathing is audible now. My warmth and wetness are more than apparent, even through your shorts. I pull away and get you undressed. You reach for me, and I laugh a little telling you “lay back, let me. Let me taste you.” You pull me into you laughing, and we lay back. I like the way I feel naked, on you, wrapped in your arms. And I steal a moment to place my head on your chest and just listen to your heartbeat. Sigh .... Again, I'm straddling you, kissing you, moving down your neck, your chest, your belly, my breasts and nipples brushing against your skin as I move. I linger. I take my time. I use my tongue and lick back up towards you stopping to taste and enjoy your nipples. Occasionally, my ponytails tickles you. My hands never leave you, moving, tracing, feeling. You quiver when the cool air dances over you now. I stop straddling you and move down, kneeling between your legs. The cool air makes your skin tingle where my warmth and wetness were just covering. I'm on my knees, straight up, looking into your brown eyes and reach behind my head, tucking the end of my ponytail into the band. I smile and lean over you. I start with your belly, kissing, licking, suckling. I move to your hip bones. And down your inner thighs and back up. My mouth and warmth undeniable, eager, hungry. I want you. My hunger finally gets the better of me and I spread you wide. I begin licking, sucking. First, on the sides of your balls, then starting from underneath, I lick and suck each one. Feeling you, smelling you, tasting you has made me ravenous, less than patient. I begin at the base and using the flat, width of my tongue, I lick. I slip my left hand under your balls, alternating between my nails gently teasing and massaging with my hands. I let my tongue fully explore you, your cock, eagerly lapping your precum --sweet, sticky, lubricating my lips. I take you from the base with my right hand and hold your cock upright. You push yourself up, leaning on your elbows, looking down at me. Looking into you, I press the head of your cock slowly into my mouth. When the head is nearly in, I gently suck, and wrap my lips around you. I move back, repeating slowly. Lower, taking in more of you each time. Until, I am at my hand. I pause, moving my head, accommodating you, the head. Now I begin to move up and down the length, my tongue, moving and flicking. I linger at times over the glans, the frenulum, but never stopping. I am lost in my hunger, forcing myself to focus on your body, not just devour you. My left hand is gently

gripping, tugging, cupping. My right hand has begun to follow my face. It slides easily with the mixture of spit and precum. As your need grows to meet my hunger I lose myself in the moment. I begin to pump you with my mouth and hand, working in harmony. I feel you, your balls tightening, your muscles tensing. There is only the wet sounds of my mouth until your voice shatters the silence, your cries echoing in the canyon as you explode in my mouth. I swallow eagerly, hungry, my hand milking you. Until, I settle back into myself and lay my head gently against you, suckling gently. My mouth is warm, my hunger satisfied, there is a sweetness in the moment. I move back up to you, curling up into you. I take your hand and place you between my legs. You comment on how wet I am, dripping in fact. I tell you “See? I wanted to, needed to....” You were my desert. But, it's your birthday. So, clearly, there will be more later .....

So, what if you were here today?

#robinsonflat #birthday

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drummondpestcontrol · 1 year

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Pest Control Services in Melton South

Pests are not only a nuisance but also can pose serious threats to your property. That is why, if you are facing pest infestation problems in your property, it is essential to call professional Melton Pest Control South service immediately.

Cockroaches are one of the most common pests that can be seen in homes and businesses. They are notorious for spreading disease and contaminating food.

Spiders

Spiders are one of the most common pests in homes and businesses. They are found in a variety of areas inside your home, including basements, crawl spaces, closets, along baseboards and entryways, and under sinks.

Most species of spiders are predators that feed on other arthropods. Some use venom to kill their prey, while others trap and immobilize it using silk snares or webs.

Some spiders have a limited lifespan, while others can survive for months without food or water. Some have adapted to live indoors, while others thrive in warm and moist climates.

During mating season, female spiders produce large numbers of eggs. These are laid in silk egg-cases, which may contain hundreds of eggs. Some species are social, building communal webs to share resources and care for their young.

Rats & Mice

Rats and mice can become a problem for homes and businesses, as they can chew through electrical wiring and insulation. This can cause damage that is difficult to repair and cost a lot of money.

They are also known to spread diseases that can affect humans and pets. This can lead to illness, pain, and even death.

Taking preventative measures to keep rats and mice out of your property can help you avoid rodent infestations in the future. These include sealing holes, cracks and other entry points and eliminating sources of food and water.

One of the first signs of a rat infestation is finding rat droppings in and around your home. The droppings are shiny black and vary in size depending on the species of rodent.

Squirrels

The family Sciuridae is one of the most diverse mammals on earth, with a range of species thriving in forests and farmlands worldwide. It includes tree squirrels (genus Sciurus), flying squirrels, chipmunks, marmots, prairie dogs, and ground squirrels.

Squirrels are small-bodied, nimble rodents with bushy tails and large eyes. Their fur is soft and short, varying in color from gray to red and black to white.

They are experts foragers and love to eat bark, seeds, nuts, fruits, roots, bulbs, fungi, grains, bird eggs, and other foods. They bury surplus food two to five centimeters below the soil or in tree hollows.

They also chew on and damage a variety of materials, including wooden decks, exterior siding, fencing, and electrical wiring. Their always-growing incisor teeth can wear down wood and other materials, which can result in structural problems or water leaks in the house.

Wasps & Bees

Bees are a vital part of our ecosystem. They collect nectar and pollen from flowers, which they distribute to other insects and plants.

Unlike bees, wasps are carnivorous predators who eat flies, caterpillars and other arthropods. They also scavenge food, including fruit, sweets, meat and even carrion.

Wasps are social insects that live in colonies. They communicate with each other through pheromones that alert other members of the colony when they are in danger.

Some wasps nest above ground in bushes, the voids of trees and walls, attics, or other hidden places. Other wasps build their nests underground beneath rocks, fallen logs, patios and driveways.

Wasps can become a problem for people when they build their nests in buildings. They will then deposit honey and wax or dead larvae in the building which can be harmful to people.

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graywyvern · 2 years

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Ghosts of Summer.

Intelligence is a matter of the long run, but stupidity is a matter of moments.

Under the Fold.

"The Winnowing" (Elton's Hesiod & Royston's Lycophron)

Escapes, and yet escapes, from grievous plague, Wide wastes, and sands wash'd by the frequent wave, Where winnowing gales may sweep in eddies round.

The frequent corpse lies dash'd upon the shore With nectar and with sweet ambrosia fill'd. One day, one little day, would stand their shock;

I rend my banquet, or I loose my prey. The tedious moments, closed in dungeon walls Their glowing eyes, and, mingling desperate hands

In gallant trim the sculptured vessel flew

Bloody geisha.

"Leaves blown across the lawns of foreclosed homes; leaves on forest floors, moldering delectably; leaves pressed between the pages of a book, which so have learned, a little, to think; leaves still shocked by the summer's departure, still clinging to their high aeries and in denial; leaves that had promised themselves to take up yoga or ballroom dancing when they had the chance, and now they have the chance; leaves that fell young, half-eaten by caterpillars, and vain about the holes they have to show for that ordeal; leaves in Missouri so unlike the leaves in Illinois but not ashamed; leaves that were never seen by any human, having been hidden, as though in a harem, by other leaves; leaves gathered in the burrows of chipmunks and witness to their love; leaves dissolving into mulch by the margin of the road. Number them all and remember them." --Thomas Disch

The Guardians.

#cento

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atrix4me · 2 years

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This was written for me and delivered to me 10/25/2016

It's your birthday. I set my mind to indulge in “what if ...”

What if you were here today?

Together, we pump, filling our bottles of the sweetest cold water the earth has to offer.

It's your birthday. I set my mind to indulge in “what if ...”

What if you were here today?

Together, we pump, filling our bottles of the sweetest cold water the earth has to offer.

The sounds of the forest sing to you. And now we're off, headed up single track trail, deeply forested and lush. Ancient trees lie still,

while the occasional wind rushes through the tops of those still growing. It's steep, it seems to

go up and disappear. We emerge at the top.

Play video now (my breathing is recovering from running up to the top):

https://drive.google.com/file/d/0B3ik-wqQ-JhAZ1l5cno4SmVMams/view?usp=drivesdk

So, what if you were here today?

—-written long ago to celebrate a what-if

#laurel #little bald mountain #what if #my birthday #auburn #Duncan peak #robinsonflat

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soothfog · 2 years

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y’know What. shudder - from baba

the intimacy of hands /// - not accepting.

SHUDDER. for the sender to shudder a little at some gentle touch from the receiver.

Lee visits home when he is able. About five times a year. Try, if you can, not to count—his mother is 62, his father is 64, the average American lifespan is 79, 17 more years for his mother and 15 years for his father, 85 times left he will see his mother, 75 his father, and an extra visit for the first funeral—but if you already have, try not to remember. The highway directions are worn into him. The map of his life begins home and splinters out like exposed tree rings. It’s a three hour drive from his apartment. The way feels migratory. Family reunions are their own rising season, warm and congested—always manmade delayed. Understand, we are our own groundhogs, fearful of our casting ends.

When Lee arrives, his dad tells him (over a hot meal) part of the fence way back by the forest fell. One of the goats keeps wandering off. Lee doesn’t finish the lunch his mother made; he walks down to the edge of the forest in the same clothes, and the same hour, he got here in. The fence is scantly wired. Many of the wooden pillars rotted. The whole thing should be torn down and rebuilt. But everyone, even the forest, seems to obey its derelict perimeter. Except this damn goat.

This close, you can smell it before you see it: the bog hidden amongst the trees. Lee sniffs—quick and short enough the air hisses through his nostrils—curious if it smells the same. He hasn’t been near the bog since he was a young boy. He expects a foulness even as he remembers it mostly smelt of damp leaves and disturbed earth, even as the scent of damp leaves and disturbed earth sieves through his nasal cavity once more. He rubs a knuckle under his nose to clear away the smell. The goats followed him down here and he doesn’t have to count them (he barely has to glance at them) to know one’s missing. He wafts his arms at the small herd, to shoo them away and wade them towards safety. They listen like air, coiling back into two thin streams.

Lee stares into the forest. Bottom-heavy with shadows. Thick, dense shadows. So opaque they look real. Black taut ropes. Like every tree could uproot and tumble in the next hour when their shadows pull just a sliver further. He squints, hard, the round of his cheeks pushing up into his vision. Sharp gaze dulled by his old eyes. His pupils slowly dilate, trying to match that black, to pierce it. He squints harder when it doesn’t and then sighs when it still doesn’t.

That initial mild urgency which quickened Lee’s pace has long since dispelled. He stands at this precipice—in the gap of the fence—for minutes. The goat could return on its own. The goat could be dead. But the goat, in this moment, is no longer what Lee is thinking about.

He whispers a name that’s not his own and steps into the forest.

Beneath the canopy of trees, the air is instantly brisker. The shadows slide over Lee’s skin, silk-slick and silk-cool, as he walks. All life here is hidden or else dead. Streaks of bodies, sometimes. Deer. Foxes. Chipmunks. There’s a deer now. Birdcalls inflate high above like molten, blown glass. Down with him, crickets and beetles scrape the air with their tiny stick-scratch body parts.

Several yards in, Lee sees the goat. It’s chewing mottled, molting leaves from the ground. He nearly forgot it; he was heading to the bog. He kneads his brow with his hand. Quieter than you think:

“Go. Get.”

It doesn’t move. But his proximity is enough provocation; the moment Lee heads towards it, it scampers back towards the field.

“Good.”

Lee descends deeper into the forest. No real paths. Lunge over fat roots and bushes. Bow under limbs and spider webs. Follow the sinking wet. That’s what he remembers: wet, mud, sinking. He was smothered in it. By the time he reaches the mossy slew of water (how long? minutes but decades) his corduroy pants are caked in clumps of half-dried mud. Calf deep. Far less than last time. He was shorter, then. He ran, then.

Grief sinks. If you want to know, grief sinks. It doesn’t float. Which is obvious. Bananas float. Grief sinks. Bodies float. Corpses float. (The indistinction between the latter two feels almost like a shallow kindness.) Rejoice: a lot of things float. But not in mud. But not grief.

Events you witness as a child can feel unreal. Swaddled in naivete. And if not unreal, fuzzy. If not fuzzy, serrated. This memory, were it only one, was serrated. Lee ran the thumb of his mind over this memory so many times its teeth have dulled. And his touch calloused. He tries to feel the memory. As it was. All those years ago. To draw blood. Can’t, really. Not how he wants to. Mostly, he feels tired. Why did he come?

Lee sits on a half-sunken tree trunk covered in moss and mud—more mud—because who cares about mud sticking to your pants when you’re thinking about death. The mud squelches (shrill and crude and rude) under Lee and leaks inside the back of his pants. It drips down his backside, cold and chunky. His head keels forward, resigned, and catches in his hands; the heels of his palms press deep into his eye sockets. It’s good he came alone. If his dad were with him, he’d be laughing at him. His muddy butt. And Lee would maybe be laughing, too. But it’s impossible; if his dad were with him, Lee never would’ve came.

Lee’s head rolls along the slender length of his hands then slowly teeters upright like a newborn calf’s knees pushing off the strawy stable floor. When Lee looks up, they’re there. As tall as he remembers, despite being forty now. He didn’t know if it would come because he didn’t know if it was real. The bog man. Lee feels the repeated squeeze of his heart. Relief. Fear. Could be any of it. He doesn’t try to name it. What else—more crucial—does that warm-clang-warm mean but life?

They move sluggishly towards him, blink rarely. It moves like the slow crawl of green growth. Purposeful, persistent, perpetual. Before they get any closer, loudly:

“You killed my dog.”

His tone is absent of accusation. Years ago, it could’ve been one. Now it’s a sentence. In every sense—so, so simple and so, so not—of the word. Lee breathes out shakily. Holds their gaze. His mouth wobbles. Weakly, meekly. He rubs at his nose and sniffs it clean. Softer:

“So did I.”

Lee gently touches the moss on the log. Then strokes his thumb across it, pendulum-like, like it’s fur. Thinking of her. Thinking of it. It shudders. Lee’s hand freezes. Belief journeys out silently; he lays his hand limp in his lap. He begins without knowing:

“Her name was Ollie. You would have loved her. She would’ve hated this place. She hated mud. I guess she was right to.”

#this has been in my drafts for 2 weeks. ive chipped away at it every so often. i put... so much work into this. i hope. it's. good.#i actually think i WILL add more. i wantto add more of lee thinking about the bog king. and more to the end in general b/c i do think i rush #-ed the end out of excitement to post it.#this is over 1000 words. without a doubt the longest single reply ive written on tumblr. something about this prompt and the bog king.#miscreating: the bog king.#miscreating #*ask.#ic #cw: death #cw: animal death

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moths-wc-aus · 2 years

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my personal prefix list

Acanthus, Aconite, Acorn, Adder, Agate, Albatross, Alder, Algae, Alligator, Allium, Aloe, Alpine, Alyssum, Amaranth, Amaryllis, Amber, Anemone, Ant, Apple, Ash, Ashen, Asp, Aspen, Asphodel, Aster, Atlas, Auburn, Avocet, Azalea, Azure

Badger, Barberry, Bark, Barley, Basil, Bass, Bat, Bay, Bayberry, Beach, Bean, Bear, Beaver, Bee, Beech, Beetle, Berry, Betony, Billow, Birch, Bird, Bittern, Black, Blackberry, Blackbird, Blaze, Blazing, Bliss, Blister, Blizzard, Bloom, Blooming, Blossom, Blotch, Blotched, Blue, Bluebell, Blueberry, Bluebird, Boar, Bog, Bolt, Bone, Borage, Boulder, Bounce, Bowfin, Bracken, Bramble, Branch, Brass, Brave, Bream, Breeze, Briar, Bright, Brindle, Bristle, Broken, Bronze, Brook, Broom, Brown, Brush, Bubble, Buck, Bug, Bull, Bullfrog, Bumble, Burdock, Burn, Burnet, Burning, Burnt, Burr, Bush, Buttercup, Butterfly, Buzz, Buzzard

Calm, Canary, Cardinal, Carp, Cave, Cavern, Cedar, Chaffinch, Char, Charred, Chasing, Cherry, Chervil, Chestnut, Chick, Chickadee, Chicken, Chipmunk, Chirp, Chive, Chrysalis, Cicada, Cinder, Cinnamon, Clay, Clear, Cliff, Cloud, Clouded, Cloudy, Clover, Coal, Cobalt, Cobweb, Cold, Comet, Comfrey, Condor, Conifer, Copper, Cormorant, Cornflower, Corvid, Cotton, Cougar, Cove, Cow, Coyote, Crab, Crane, Crawfish, Crayfish, Cream, Creek, Creeping, Cricket, Crimson, Crocodile, Crooked, Crouch, Crow, Cuckoo, Curlew, Cygnet, Cypress

Daffodil, Daisy, Dancing, Dandelion, Dapple, Dappled, Dark, Dawn, Day, Dazzle, Deer, Dew, Doe, Dog, Dove, Dream, Drift, Drifting, Drizzle, Duck, Dune, Dusk, Dust, Dusty

Eagle, Ebony, Echo, Eddy, Eel, Egg, Egret, Eider, Elder, Elk, Elm, Ember, Ermine, Evening, Eventide, Ewe

Faith, Falcon, Fallen, Falling, Fallow, Fawn, Feather, Fen, Fennel, Fern, Ferret, Fidget, Field, Fin, Finch, Fire, Firefly, Fish, Flake, Flame, Flare, Flash, Flax, Flea, Fleet, Flicker, Flight, Flint, Flood, Flounder, Flower, Flurry, Flutter, Fly, Flying, Foam, Fog, Forest, Fox, Foxglove, Freckle, Freckled, Freezing, Fritillary, Frog, Frost, Frozen, Fruit

Gale, Gardenia, Garlic, Garter, Gator, Gentle, Ginger, Glade, Gleaming, Glimmer, Glowing, Gloom, Goat, Golden, Goldfish, Goose, Gopher, Gorge, Gorse, Gosling, Grass, Gravel, Green, Grey, Grouse, Grove, Gull, Guppy, Gust

Hackberry, Haddock, Hail, Half, Hare, Harrier, Haven, Hawk, Hawthorn, Hay, Haze, Hazel, Heath, Heather, Heavy, Hedge, Hemlock, Hen, Heron, Herring, Hickory, Hidden, Hill, Hive, Hollow, Holly, Honey, Hop, Hope, Horizon, Hornet, Hound, Hush, Hyacinth, Hyssop

Ibis, Ice, Icy, Indigo, Iris, Ivory, Ivy

Jackdaw, Jagged, Jaguar, Jasmine, Jay, Jump, Jumping, Juniper

Kelp, Kestrel, Kindle, Kink, Kite, Knotweed, Koi

Lake, Lamb, Larch, Lark, Larkspur, Laurel, Lavender, Leaf, Leaping, Leech, Leek, Lemming, Leopard, Lichen, Light, Lightning, Lily, Lion, Linden, Little, Lizard, Lobelia, Locust, Long, Loon, Lost, Lotus, Loud, Lupine, Lynx

Mackerel, Magnolia, Magpie, Mallard, Mallow, Mantis, Maple, Marble, Marbled, Marigold, Marmot, Marrow, Marsh, Marten, Mayflower, Meadow, Mellow, Merlin, Midge, Milkweed, Mink, Minnow, Mint, Mire, Mist, Mistle, Misty, Mole, Monarch, Moon, Moor, Moorhen, Moose, Morning, Mosquito, Moss, Mossy, Moth, Mottle, Mottled, Mountain, Mouse, Mud, Muddy, Mulberry, Mumble, Murky, Mushroom, Myrtle

Needle, Nettle, Newt, Night, Nut, Nuthatch

Oak, Oat, Ocean, Oleander, Olive, Orchid, Oriole, Osprey, Otter, Owl, Oyster

Pale, Pansy, Panther, Parsley, Parsnip, Partridge, Passerine, Patch, Pea, Peach, Pear, Pearl, Pebble, Peeper, Pelican, Peony, Pepper, Perch, Peregrine, Periwinkle, Petal, Petrel, Petunia, Pheasant, Pickerel, Pigeon, Pike, Pine, Pink, Pipit, Pitch, Plover, Plum, Poison, Pollen, Pond, Pool, Poplar, Poppy, Possom, Posy, Pounce, Prickle, Primrose, Puddle, Puffin, Pumpkin, Purple

Quail, Quick, Quiet

Rabbit, Raccoon, Ragged, Ragweed, Rain, Raining, Ram, Raspberry, Rat, Raven, Red, Reed, Ribbon, Ridge, Ripple, Rising, River, Robin, Rock, Rocky, Rook, Rooster, Root, Rose, Rosemary, Rowan, Rubble, Rue, Rumble, Running, Rush, Rushing, Russet, Rust, Rusty, Rye

Sable, Sage, Salamander, Salmon, Salvia, Sand, Sandwort, Sandy, Sap, Scarlet, Scorch, Scorched, Scorching, Scratch, Screech, Sea, Seal, Sedge, Seed, Senna, Serval, Shade, Shadow, Shale, Sharp, Shatter, Sheep, Shell, Shimmer, Shining, Shiver, Shore, Shrew, Shrike, Shrub, Shy, Silent, Silk, Silver, Singe, Singing, Skip, Skunk, Sky, Slate, Sleek, Sleeping, Sleepy, Sleet, Slight, Slip, Sloe, Slug, Sly, Small, Smoke, Smudge, Snag, Snail, Snake, Snap, Sneeze, Snow, Snowy, Soaring, Soft, Song, Soot, Sorrel, Spark, Sparrow, Speckle, Speckled, Spider, Splash, Splinter, Splotch, Spot, Spotted, Spring, Spruce, Squirrel, Stag, Starling, Stem, Stoat, Stone, Stork, Storm, Stormy, Strawberry, Stream, Strike, Striped, Sugar, Sun, Sunflower, Sunny, Swallow, Swamp, Swan, Sweet, Swift, Swirl, Sycamore

Tabby, Tall, Talon, Tanager, Tangle, Tansy, Tawny, Teasel, Tempest, Tern, Thicket, Thistle, Thorn, Thrush, Thunder, Thyme, Tide, Tiger, Timber, Tiny, Toad, Topple, Torrent, Tortoise, Tree, Trout, Tulip, Tumble, Turkey, Turtle, Twig, Twilight, Twist, Twisted, Twitch

Umber, Ursinia

Valley, Velvet, Venom, Vervain, Vetch, Vine, Violet, Viper, Vixen, Vole, Vulture

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How to Catch a Boyfriend Part 4

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Warnings for mention of Child Abuse

How to Catch a Boyfriend Part 4

It is a school day so Billy does not get to live in his fantasies for long Max banging on his wall yelling that she is up which at least means he does not have to go in there and drag her out of bed. He glances at the clock and wonders why she is already awake, it is unusual, normally it is a fight getting her out of bed. He shrugs it off, maybe she made some friends in this hick town and is excited, it would explain why she has been staying out. It either that or she just keeps losing track of time at the arcade Billy did drop her there after school nearly every day last week, that would not explain the early rise though. He lingers in bed until he hears Max’s door slam closed and the sound of stumbling about as she gets ready and knows the shower is free, he just hopes there is still warm water.

When Billy gets to school Steve is sitting on the trunk of his car picking at a muffin as he talks to Johnathan and Nancy. Billy gets out and leans against the side of the car, lighting up a cigarette as a blue bird lands on Steve’s shoulder. Steve does not bat an eye at his new friends but he does swat the bird off when it tries to steal his muffin while his companions and everyone in the parking lot that notice laugh but other than that is business as usual. The bird is back a few moments later and Steve is offering it something from his pocket, Billy assumes it is the same stuff he offered the chipmunk the other day, the bird eagerly accepts it and Billy wonders if Steve always has snacks for critters in his pockets.

Billy lingers as long as Steve is outside before heading for his first class, he wants to go to the library and see what he can dig up on fairies but the last thing he needs is to test the limits of those flowers by getting marked absent without an excuse. As soon as the bell rings Billy is heading for the library dodging the librarian with her nose in a book and heading toward the back where the card catalog is kept. Billy proceeds to dig out every book he can find about fairies. It is not much given he is in a school library but it is a start as he sits at a table in back hidden behind some shelves and digs into his pile of dusty books

Billy does not find a lot of consistent information in them, most of the books are not even actually about fairies but fairy tales themselves and if Billy digs up one more princess story he is going to start burning them. There are a few about actual fairies though and he pieces a few things together but it is not enough and he decides he will be hitting the actual library when he can.

Billy does not leave the library until it is time for gym, unwilling to miss an opportunity to get close to Steve. It is the only class they share and Billy will be damned if he misses it, especially on a day where they do not have basketball practice after school. Billy dumps the books in the return bin, waving at the confused looking librarian on his way out.

Billy spends the class like he always does, grinding up on Steve’s ass and he swears that Steve smells sweet, faintly like his fairy counterpart. Billy does not know how he ever missed it, how Steve never smells like the musk of sweat no matter how drenched he is and Billy always makes sure he is dripping. Billy just cannot help himself, pressing close and dragging his own sweating body against Steve's, memorizing the feel of pressing against him as Steve huffs and puffs but never actually tells him to stop.

The locker room showers are one of Billy’s favorite places in tiny little Hawkins, second only to that ethereal place deep in the forest. It is where he gets to see the most of Steve, carefully tracking his eyes over Steve’s body and trying to bait him into conversation. Sometimes Billy even imagines he catches Steve looking at him but he has not outright caught him so he cannot be sure that the feel of a lingering stare is not someone else because Steve’s eyes are never on him when he turns back and Billy’s physic and attitude draws a lot of attention.

"Harrington, were you in the woods last night?" Billy asks without an ounce of subtlety, but at least he manages to keep the question to himself until most of the team are gone. Steve spares Billy a bland look, the one he usually sends Billy’s way when Billy is digging in with the comments, the one that gets under Billy's skin and makes him try even harder for Steve's attention. There is a softness to his eyes though something Billy thinks looks a lot like worry.

"The woods are dangerous, you shouldn't go wandering around out there." Not a denial but a warning and Billy cannot help wondering what else is out in the woods other than fairies who look just like Steve, same hair, same moles, same molten eyes. An interruption keeps him from pressing for now and Billy grits his teeth glaring at the offending party.

"Stevie likes to feed the animals behind his house, critters love him." Tommy pipes up turning out of the water spray once he has their attention, eyes on Steve who rolls his eyes. "Did you need your animal friends to comfort you after you heard Nancy and the freak ran off together?" Tommy taunts and Billy cuts his eyes back to Steve curious to see how he will react, surely he heard the rumors running around school of Johnathan and Nancy.

Steve just rolls his eyes, fingers scrubbing shampoo through his hair unphased by the alluded infidelity. "Me and Nanc broke up months ago, it's about time those two got together." It makes a little more hope swell up in Billy, because if this Steve and his fairy are the same at least now he knows they are unattached, meaning they are all his for the taking, and Billy does not plan on letting go once he gets him, he is playing for keeps.

"Months?" Tommy hisses eyes hard, fists clenched as he glares daggers at Steve. Steve does not pay him any mind but Billy has his attention on the threat in the room, even though this one is not aimed at him. He is a tense line of muscle as he waits for Tommy to make a move. "Months!" He repeats spittle falling from his mouth and finally drawing Steve’s attention, a frown curling down his pretty lips. "You were supposed to come back when she finally saw you for what you are." Billy grits his teeth at the way Steve flinches back like he has been slapped and wonders if Tommy knows Steve’s secret, if that is what he means, or if he just finds Steve to be full of flaws, either way Billy does not like it.

"She's my friend." Steve sniffs cutting his eyes away from Tommy who is seething, ignoring the danger as he ducks his head under the shower spray to rinse his hair.

Billy does not even think about it, has been preparing for it since he noticed Tommy holding more anger toward Steve than normal. When Tommy lunges Billy is right there standing between him and Steve taking the hit. Laughing a little because he has been hit harder by a worn out Neil and then he slams his own fist into Tommy's gut.

Part 5

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