This herb just never stops. It’s scutilleria ovata , heart shaped skullcap, and it’s in the mint family. It freely reseeds itself every year and it scoffs at brazenly hot summers and freezing winters and I just love the whole attitude of this plant. I’ve cut it back once already this spring to make skullcap tincture and it’s three feet tall again. Bees love it, hummingbirds love and I LOVE it too. Its super power besides being a hearty nonstop grower with gorgeous foliage and adorable flowers? It’s an incredible ally for those of us with anxiety and depression issues and it helps with stress issues too. This little plant is all about feeling good. And a weird thing about scullcap? It’s greasy! Those little plant cells produce a waxy, oily substance that protect its foliage, so when you brush it, your hands feel coated in lanolin. Plants are so fucking cool. Scullcal tincture is ready; just need to find time to bottle it, so keep your eyes out in the next few days.
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Day 1 and 2: Acorns and Handheld
Thank you so much to @aaytaro-gt for giving the prompts for g/t inktober! Not sure how committed I’m gonna be this month, but I’ll sure as hell try my best lol
Another thank you to my beta Soldier Blade, you are a freaking lifesaver when it comes to editing <3.
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Acorns
“Whatcha doing?” Ostreatus turned to the human lounging on the couch, a book cast off the side of the cushion. She watched him intently as he carved, curiosity burning in her expression. He raised a brow, setting down the acorn and blade.
“Carving” He said, looking down at his current project. Sylvia sat up and her eyes flicking to the small basket of acorns that he’d been working on. After a few months of watching him come and go, it still surprised her when the borrower would bring something strange back to work on. This week, it was acorn carving. Specifically, hollowing out the inside of an acorn.
“How come though? Do you use it as some sort of tiny basket or something?” Ostreatus stared at her, before snorting out a laugh. It was a rare occurrence, but it brought a smile to her face nonetheless. He walked to the edge of the table, the in-progress acorn in hand. Sylvia turned to face him fully, curiosity shining in her eyes.
“Unfortunately, the bottom is too curved to really work as a container, though I do like where your heads at,” He began, tapping the hollowed seed in thought before shaking his head. “No, these are for the colony. From what I recall about you humans, you have a celebration known as “Halloweens” or something, but we celebrate our own version of that!” He said, his body language becoming more and more animated as he spoke. “It's called “Helios Falls”, and descends from when our ancestors would celebrate the nightfall tonight.” He said, a smile creeping onto his face.
Sylvia hummed in thought, listening to the rambles of him as he spoke. Normally, he would be reserved, only coming to shelter when he would be injured or lonely. At least, she thought so. This sudden excitement was strange, but she found herself enjoying it more and more as he continued. “The acorns are for carving faces, similar to the pumpkins you use, for masks or decorations. The kids love it and it's one of my favorite parts of the celebration” He said, and Sylvia's smile only widened in response.
Ostreatus noticed this, and quickly quieted down, a blush darkening his copper skin. Slowly, he sat back down, continuing to carve the acorn. Though she was disappointed that he was no longer openly rambling, she understood his discomfort from being watched. Slowly, she turned back to the book she was reading prior, letting him finish his work in peace. The hours flew by as she became lost in the narrative.
It was only as the sunset streamed through the windows that she noticed him in his traveling gear, strapping the large skullcap mushroom to his messy black curls. The basket of acorns sat beside him, each seed hollowed out fully. Ostreatus turned to her, a small grin on his face.
“Leaving so soon?” Sylvia joked, a teasing smile on her face. He huffed, though the smile on his face showed his lack of anger. He grabbed one of the acorns from the basket, cradling it as if it were a porcelain figure. Slowly, he stepped forward, his cheeks slowly turning a deeper shade of pink. Sylvia became puzzled at the display, but walked over to the table nonetheless. Gingerly, Ostreatus presented the carved acorn, and she quietly gasped.
“Please be careful with it, I-I worked hard on it” He said quietly, his gaze fixated on the ground below. She could only nod in response, her voice escaping her as she studied the seed. It was the acorn from earlier. Her initials were front and center, yet she noticed a variety of flowers and bugs carved near them, all made with care. She slowly took the acorn from his grasp, noticing the little hole at the top so she could wear it. Never in her life had someone gone this far out of their way to make something this special. Carefully, she maneuvered the acorn from her hands onto the table before facing him again.
“You… you made this for me?” She whispered, her voice filled with awe and warmth. Ostreatus nodded, looking up through the mushroom hat he wore. She was touched and without thinking she scooped him into her hands and hugged him, yet the embrace was loving and warm, like a friend hugging you for the first time in years.
He froze, his heart spiking at the surprise onslaught of warmth permeating from her hands and chest. It was slightly overwhelming, yet he found himself relaxing into the touch that he rarely received. Unfortunately Sylvia noticed her mistake and tried to pull him away, but was met with the sight of him curled around her thumb, hugging it close. She smiled softly at him, with his strange mushroom hat covering his head and the leafy-green cloak that obscured most of his body, all messy from the odd position, but it warmed her heart at the open display of comfort.
Slowly, he uncurled, and just sat on her palm, a sheepish yet happy smile on his face. Sylvia set him down on the table, and he scurried off her hand onto the flat surface. Ostreatus righted himself, straightening his hat and cloak in an attempt of looking somewhat put-together, and she could only chuckle at the display.
“Well, I best be off at the colony before nightfall, I’ll see you again soon,” He said, walking to the open windowsill, stopping right at the edge of it before turning back to her. “Thank you, by the way, for listening… and the hug. It.. it means a lot.” He finished, a blush creeping onto his face as he turned back to the window. Sylvia didn’t get the chance to say anything else as he quickly attached his hook to the edge and leaping off like some kind of bird.
As the sun set in the distance, she once again noticed the small acorn sitting on her desk, and the smile grew on her face once more. If Sylvia started wearing a new acorn pendant shortly after, who could blame her?
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That’s all for now, have a great day/night ya’ll :]
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Chapters: 4/?
Fandom: Dragonlance - Margaret Weis & Tracy Hickman
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence
Relationships: Dalamar the Dark/Raistlin Majere, Caramon Majere/Tika Waylan Majere, Goldmoon/Riverwind (Dragonlance)
Characters: Raistlin Majere, Dalamar the Dark, Lemuel (Dragonlance), Sturm Brightblade, Caramon Majere, Tika Waylan Majere, Tasslehoff Burrfoot, Tanis Half-Elven, Laurana Kanan, Goldmoon (Dragonlance), Riverwind (Dragonlance), Hendrick the Theocrat, Elistan (Dragonlance), Flint Fireforge, Draconians - Character, Assorted Dwarf Characters, Fistandantilus (Dragonlance)
Additional Tags: Established Relationship, Friendship, Going on Adventures with Friends, Sex, Anal Sex, Cuddles, established relationship sex, Caretaking, Dealing With Problems, Dragons of Dwarven Depths, Skullcap, Thorbardin, Having a good old fashioned dungeon crawl, And staying away from everyone else, After the last installment they need some space
Series: Part 7 of Ivory, Blood and Ebony
Summary:
Raistlin and Dalamar set off to explore Skullcap, with Lemuel accompanying, in the hopes that it may hold more secrets than just a hidden way into Thorbardin.
Chapter 4: The Path
Dalamar has a religious moment, and Raistlin helps. Nuitari gives them a little guidance, and Lemuel may have made a mistake. Dalamar finds the path.
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