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familyvideostevie · 7 months

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october fourth

day four: sirius black sirius watches you garden | early relationship, fluff | 1k

Your phone rings when you’ve got one hand in dirt up to your wrist. You manage to pull it from your pocket with your free hand and answer, glancing at the name and smiling when you realize who it is.

“Hi, Sirius,” you chirp.

“Sweetheart,” he says. “Why does it sound like you’re a million miles away?”

The pet names are new. You’ve been together for just over a month now and you love it. He’s tough on the outside, this leather-clad boyfriend of yours, but he’s really a bit of a clown and a very sweet one at that.

“You’re on speaker,” you tell him. “I’m in the garden.”

It’s a lovely fall day, sun high in the sky and not too windy, so you’ve decided it’s the perfect time to sort out the plants for the spring. You’re almost done with your trays of crocuses and you’ve yet to start on the lilies. The garden is small, sure, but you love how colorful it gets once things start to bloom. You’re considering making room for a vegetable patch, too.

“It’s cold!” Sirius sounds offended that you’d be outside when such a thing is true.

“I know,” you say. “But it’s not that bad. And I really do need to get these bulbs in.”

“These…what?” You’ve explained gardening to him maybe a hundred times but his brain is a bit sieve-like. You adore him.

“Flowers, Sirius.”

“Oh,” he says. The phone makes a shuffling sound like he’s moved you to his other shoulder. “I was imagining you planting light bulbs for a second there.”

You hum. Maybe the garden shop will have alliums you can get in at the corner of the raised bed.

“Do you want help?” he asks, bringing you back to the phone call.

You laugh and picture him scowling. “We both know you’re not going to kneel in the dirt with me, Sirius,” you tell him. He huffs. “But you can come keep me company if you like.”

“Oh, so you’ve inviting me to watch? How sexy.”

You pull your hand from the dirt and look down at yourself. “Yeah, real sexy. I’m a bit sweaty and I’ve got dirt under all of my fingernails.”

“Filthy girl,” he coos. “Tell me more.”

You laugh. “I’m going to hang up now.”

“I’ll be there in 15, you green thumb, you.”

You tuck you phone back into your chest pocket and keep at it. Gardening is something you’ve taken up in recent years as an attempt to find a hobby that soothes you. You love working with the ground, love seeing how you can plant things that encourage the birds and the bugs. You love picking flowers for your friends from your own garden.

Sirius finds the whole thing endearing. He’s not really an outdoor boy, though he has no problem getting into whatever sports match he and his friends decide to fool around with at the park or the beach. He likes to take you on dates to movies and down winding roads on his bike to see nice things. He’s a mystery you’re really enjoying unraveling.

You whistle a tune as you work, not paying much mind to the sputtering of the bike you know to be his come down the street. He’ll find you.

“If you told me you were wearing those, I’d have been here much faster.” You turn around and see Sirius stood on your lawn, hands in his pockets, smirking. You’re wearing overalls that are way past due for a wash and frankly make you look like a gnome but he’s always loved them.

“Oh, please,” you say. “You’re just a flirt.”

He walks over to you and stands so that the sun doesn’t shine in your eyes. He’s clad in his usual all black and leather jacket, hair wild around his shoulders from his helmet. “You look…” he starts, chewing on his lip.

“Dirty?”

“Pretty,” he says. He fishes a bandana from his back pocket and crouches to your level, a hand held out for your face. You tilt your chin up for him and he cups it, wiping what must be dirt from your cheek with the cloth before leaning in to kiss you.

“Hello,” he says when he pulls away.

“Hello.” You feel like a flower around him, blooming brighter and bigger than anything else in your garden.

“Tell me what you’re planting?”

“I’ve just finished,” so say, “so good timing. Help me up?” He stands and holds his hands out for you. You wipe them on your overalls as best you can before he hauls you to your feet. He’s been here quite a few times but you give him the tour of your small garden, telling him all the things you’ve got planned. Flowers and herbs and even vegetables, bird houses and a little bench and a tiny scarecrow in a few weeks. You lose yourself a bit as you explain. Something you like about Sirius, something you noticed immedietly, is he’s game to be excited about anything you’re excited about even if it’s not his thing. Flowers aren’t very punk rock but he’s never told you he isn’t interested.

Right now, however, he’s not looking at any of the things you’re pointing at. “Sirius,” you scold. “Appreciate my garden.”

He’s looking at you. “I’m appreciating the most beautiful flower in the garden, love.”

You laugh, tilting your face up to the sun. “That was awful.”

Sirius grins and his eyes crinkle at the corners. “Yeah, it was,” he says. “Not one of my best. Still true, though!”

“Yes, well, let’s see if it’s true come spring,” you say. “The flowers are really going to be quite lovely.” You don’t realize until after you’ve said it that you’ve implied that you’ll still be together come spring. But Sirius seems pleased. He tucks his hand into the gap in your overalls so he can touch the exposed skin of your hip where your top has rucked up.

“Don’t hold your breath,” he says. “I know beauty when I see it.”

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justaltruix227 · 6 months

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||Honeybee - Ranboo, Tubbo & Michael||

Song: Honeybee - Steam Powered Giraffe Art: FuzzyCryptid - YT Fandon: DSMP

"Oooo Ooo Oooo Ooo." The Enderman sat in a field of flowers humming to himself, tail flickering around as the wind carried some petals past.

"You didn't have to look my way." The Enderman tilts his head to the side, following the petals. Spotting the small ram and his son beginning to approach.

"Your eyes still haunt me to this day." A warm smile on the brunette's face slowly melted one on the Endermans' as well, Tubbos, mismatched eyes look down to the toddler in his arms.

"But you did. Yes, you did" The Enderman looks down to the allium he's holding and then back up to his boy.

"You didn't have to say my name" As Tubbo got closer, Ranboo reached over and placed the flower between Michael's ear.

"Ignite my circuits and start a flame. But you did." A smile formed on Michael's face as the two of them sat down to join the Enderman.

"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole." The memory of that day starts to go dark, as Ranboo's memory slips.

"Cause I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo reaches a hand out to try and get Tubbo's attention, only for the Ram's blackout figure to move further away.

"Well, I was waiting for you all my life." Ranboo closed his outstretched hand, tears staining his face as he sat up.

"Oh." A small bzt comes from his hand as he begins to open the tightly closed fist.

"Why" A small honeybee sits in his palm, wings a little crinkled but not damaged from the pressure.

"Set me free, my... honey-bee," The bee begins to fly away. A small smile on his face as tears formed.

"Ho-ney-Bee." The bumblebee flies around the Enderman a few times before taking off for good. A sad chuckle as the Enderman gets up for the day.

"You didn't have to smile at me." An image of Tubbo comes into his mind when they first met, so innocent and sweet. His bee boy.

A soft smile on his face, horns barely showing past his fringe as he wore his green shirt. "Your grin's the sweetest that I've ever seen." Comparing the ram to how he looks now.

Scars trailing over his body from the firework, a detonation button for his nukes in hand. "But you did. Yes, you did." But he still had a smile on his face, he was still him, he still was his bee.

"You didn't have to offer your hand." He remembers following Tubbo around with a grass block on him, the ram talking his ear off about his plans to build Snowchester.

"Cause since I've kissed it I am at your command." A smile on their faces as they talk to Foolish about building them a mansion to live in together. "But you did."

"Oh, Turpentine erase me whole," The duo explained to Tommy how they fell in love after the marriage. Tom's mouth was wide open with shock but congratulated them.

"I don't want to live my life alone." Ranboo made it back to his house, only to find out his 'Do Not Read' book was missing, only to later find it in one of his double chests.

"I was waiting for you all my life." Reaching Dream's cell in Pandora's Vault he shifted awkwardly as Dream began to thank the hybrid for the help, Ranboo denied any form of help as Dream revealed his chest was full of copies of his missing book.

"Oh," Opening one of the books, he's met with the realisation the front page is blank...

"Why." Only a :) on the page.

"Set me free, my... honey-Bee." Ranboo began to freak out, as blocks around him began to collapse, and the prison floor began to crumble around him, causing him to fall to his death in the pit of lava.

"Ho-ney-Bee." He awakes in his obsidian 'panic room' rocking back and forward. The signs around the room provide no comfort. He cries as he tries to remember anything. His friends, his enemies, what side he was on - anything.

"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." Ranboo goes to find another stronghold, deciding to make a lab for him to relearn the powers he's long forgotten.

Honeybee.

"How I find myself without you" He reaches for the potion labelled 'remember test #1'. Hands shaking as he gulped it down as he sat in his lab.

"That I'll never know." He panics as he flips through his first memory book. Seeming frustrated with the words, he lights a fire.

Honeybee.

"I let myself go." As he slowly moves the book to the flame, the sides of the book begin to catch aflame. Only to quickly put out the flames realising to burn the book would mean to forget.

I let myself go.

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The cold breeze hit his face as he realised Nikki and Technoblade saw him. After talking to him and getting his opinion on things, they began to loosen up.

"And I never thought I was crazy." The two extended an invitation to The Syndicate with open arms. Only to have them discuss Snowchester. -

"But what do I know?" Ranboo runs into his and Tubbo's home to destroy the ladders up to Michael's room.

But what do I know?

"I let myself go." Finally exhaling as The Syndicate leaves, a chuckle of relief comes from Tubbo as he gently punches the Enderman's arm.

I let myself go.

"Honeybee." The chilled air flows through the window in Snowchester, Ranboo takes a second to regain his composure as a tear slides down his face because of the memories.

"Honeybee." He looks down at the rose sitting on the window sill, a small bee landed comfortably on the petals. the buzzing providing comfort.

Honeybee.

"Hello Goodbye, Twas nice to know you." He hears soft giggles behind him from his son.

"How I find myself without you." "That I'll never know." He wipes the tears off his face as he turns and smiles at the toddler. The piglin gave a warm smile to the enderman as he waved to his dad.

Honeybee.

"I let myself go." Ranboo walks over and leans down to place a kiss on Michael's forehead before moving back to the stove.

"Hello goodbye, I'm rather crazy." A sigh leaves his mouth as he's glad he's back in the present. He begins to make the rest of the pancakes.

"And I never thought I was crazy" He remembers finding Micheal in the nether.

But what do I know?" The smile on the Piglin's face when he saw the gold carrots in Ranboo's hand.

But what do I know?

I let myself go" Micheal laughed at Tubbo and Ranboo as they caught him a new chicken.

I let myself go.

Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Tuboo and Micheal sit patiently as Ranboo sets the timer of a camera before sprinting over to them. Smiles on all their faces.

That I'll never know.

"How I find myself without you." A small thump and something grabbing his leg causes the Enderman to look down.

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The piglin clings to his leg smiling up as Ranboo bends down to pick him up.

I let myself go.

"And I never thought I was crazy." He boops the kid's nose as he places him on the table next to where he's cooking.

Hello Goodbye, twas was nice to know you." Michael scoffs down the pancakes before taking Ranboo's hand to play with him.

But what do I know?

How I find myself without you." Ranboo smiles as he gets onto his knees to play blocks with his son, his tail flicking around.

"Hello Goodbye, I'm rather crazy." The enderman's focus on building the perfect tower stops him from hearing the door click.

"And I never thought I was crazy." Just as he finishes placing the last block, the Piglin is up and running to the door. A small brunette walks in shrugging his jacket off with a smile on his face.

Now you have to go.

#altf4work #dsmp #drabbles #emotional #dsmplore #c!tubbo #c!ranboo #c!beeduo #beeduo #ranbooxtubbo #c!michael

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hamletteprinceofdenmark · 2 years

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There are no bees in Snowchester - a c!Tubbo poem

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There are no bees in Snowchester

There are no bees in Snowchester,

They cannot settle there.

Their wings would freeze,

Their children starve,

Their Queen die to despair.

The rabbits bound across the fields,

The bears, snow white, roar fiercely,

But there are no bees in Snowchester.

They hold their lives too dearly.

You can grow a flower for them,

but it will not draw them near.

Blue orchids, tulips, alliums,

will droop, undrunk, round here.

For snow is not a growing thing,

it holds the ground in stasis.

It stretches over hills and homes,

and far expanding bases.

The bees come not to Snowchester,

They’re too happy where they are!

Their hives and wives and families,

Their flowers and their blooming trees,

Their wide green fields of nectar sweet,

Keep them from going far.

For who would wander so, away,

From all that good and plenty?

Who travels through the cold and snow,

To build out on the empty?

There stands a widower, alone,

His eyes are cold and firm,

Where once glowed yellow windows, warm,

an icy wind now burns.

The hive is gone,

The Queen is dead,

The corridors lay empty,

The paths creak where swift feet once trod,

And ghosts wander, false and friendly.

There are no bees in Snowchester,

They cannot stand the cold.

But you are made of sterner stuff.

You stay your course,

You hold.

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riacte · 6 months

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Weee more hermitgals precure au brainstorming <3

Stress: finding love and joy even in the most mundane of activities, it's the little things: a warm cup of floral tea, the flap of a butterfly's wings, the way light shines through crystals, the scratchy texture of a picnic blanket. Maybe not everything inspires creativity, but anything can.

Cure Allium? It's Stress' favourite Minecraft flower, and it can represent the decorative items of Minecraft— may be "worthless" in the sense of mechanics, but they breathe life into the game. (and the universe said you are stronger than you know)

False: the everchanging flow of creativity, water and ice and wind and snow, they're made from the same thing but they fill up space differently, big shapes and fluids, knowing how to manipulate elements and fill in empty places.

Cure Prismarine? Cure Diamond? (I know Cure Diamond already exists but I like her a lot and her song that goes "this heart is an unbreakable diamond heart, I cannot get hurt" has such a clutch over me. I am a Cure Diamond defender.) This represents the "elements" (minerals?) of Minecraft and how they can be modified for different needs. (and the universe said everything you need is within you)

Cleo: noticing all the little details that make people people, the creativity of connecting unrelated items to form a coherent picture, finding life in the undead.

Cure Blaze? I suppose Cleo is inevitably linked to fire because of their hair and theme colour. I think Blazes aren't an undead mob (?) but they're from the Nether and that's the representative of hell and monsters and undead and fire so... close enough. (and the universe said you are not separate from every other thing)

Pearl: finding coherence in the jagged mass of the alien darkness, weird and wacky but harmonious, moonlight shining through shadows, the creativity of clashing contrasting colours and elements together but creating beauty out of it, constantly pushing the limits and challenging yourself.

Cure Moon. I think that's the best choice given her yellow scheme. Her outfit is also a bit purple-y for the shadows and a bit rainbow-y for the pearlescent part. Her villain name is probably something like Lunar or Eclipse. This represents the End / the Void dimension of Minecraft, a place that seems dangerous but you can find wacky yet beautiful things in it. (and the universe said the light you seek is within you)

Gem: the whimsy and wonderful world of fantasy, the creativity of merging wild nature and livable places, beauty and elegance without missing a hint of playfulness, creating magical worlds from epic castles to cute hideouts.

Not really sure honestly? She has a nature / Overworld theme but it might overlap with Stress. I mean I'm not naming her Cure Birch. Or I might actually do it. For the birch forest bit. This broadly represents the Overworld, all the biomes and trees and plants. (and the universe said you have played the game well)

Ren: the improv storyteller, subtly connecting people and things together, the sincerity and shamelessness of being immersed into creating art (and the universe said you are not alone)

Iskall: the audacity to be brave and bold, daring to dream, daring to create, persevering, falling down and getting up and trying again, learning the rhythm of the slow gears that make the world turn, determined to keep moving forward but still goofy enough to enjoy the small moments of life (and the universe said the darkness you fight is within you)

And all of them together, their powers combined:

and the universe said you are the universe tasting itself, talking to itself, reading its own code

and the universe said I love you because you are love.

#hermitcraft #hermitgals #precure au #long post #ria.txt #fuck yeah end poem #still tinkering with the motifs... but yeah its very mc based. like the macguffin is a grass block named the genesis block #(animation vs minecraft flashbacks)

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dakotafoxart · 2 years

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Ranboo DTIYS for 7k on twt!!! :D💜✨

Rules below cut!!

DTIYS Rules!

⋆ tag #WindsweptDTIYS and @ me so I can see it :]

⋆ Keep the concept of wind blowing with the particles (allium is optional)

⋆ You can change pretty much everything else- lighting, pose, color, clothing, design whatever you want!

⋆ No time limit! :D💜 and I’ll be reblogging every one I can find!!

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aro-throughyourchest · 9 months

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link to the original post and AU made by @sunlitmcgee

the one part of the genus loci AU that actively drives me insane is the grass reeling back in shock and horror as Tubbo screams to the wind like-

Maybe you’re Tommy. And you’re everywhere, it’s like you’ve finally woken up from a very long nap and now you’re the grass the dirt the trees! And you wanna show all your friends!

But they’re not joyous. They’re mourning. Tears, heartbreak, destruction- It’s almost like you’ve died. But you haven’t; you’re right here.

you pass Ranboo, a joke in your mind to wilt all his flowers, but all you see is grief. He’s planting alliums all in a row, slow and steady in that way Ranboo does. it doesn’t feel right to wilt them anymore, but it doesn’t feel right to stay. surely this isn’t right.

you want to play a joke on Wilbur tap him on the shoulder then Haha there’s no one there, but before you even lay a flower on him, his shoulders are shaking as he hides his face behind his hands, holding a flower between his fingers, and he mourns and you think surely that’s not right

and then you see Tubbo. and maybe in the back of your head you think surely he’ll be happy!

but he screams.

he screams at the sky, the earth, and it feels so painful like all the world came to a halt as you watch one of your oldest friends beg and plead for some semblance of why

But you’re right here.

#this is supposed to be one of the most beautiful moments of your life #why is everyone so sad?#genus loci #c!tommy

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thebashfulbotanist · 1 year

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In the past, we’ve posted about Toxicoscordion death camas genus, particularly how the genus Zigadenus was split up and the species within it were divided into other genera. When we visited Alaska, we found yet another death camas formerly in Zigadenus that’s been moved, this one to Anticlea. This is Anticlea elegans, commonly called mountain death camas, alkali grass, elegant death camas, and camas wand lily. It’s named for the Anticlea of Greek mythology, queen of Ithaca and mother of Odysseus.

Like Toxicoscordion, Anticlea death camases have a large, yellowish green gland at the base of their tepals.

These plants were really dangerous for early European colonists (as well as their livestock), who would mistake them for edible camas and Allium species, and subsequently wind up poisoned. Anticlea poisoning is pretty unpleasant, and causes vomiting and serious respiratory issues.

#Anticlea elegans #plants of Alaska #poisoning plants #Anticlea #Zigadenus #Zigadenus elegans

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oneshortdamnfuse · 10 months

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I still want to rule out MS b/c I have chronic paresthesia and muscle spasms, and my primary has suggested seeing a neurologist if my vitamins aren't improving anything.

I'm currently taking b12 and vitamin d.

However, I keep getting recommended HEDS content because of my GI issues, joint issues, tachycardia, heat sensitivity, and frequent sprains and strains, etc.

More Under Here - if anyone has these conditions: HEDS, POTS, MCAS, feel free to interact.

I was tested for POTS via a heart monitor and a tilt table test, and I didn't meet the criteria. My heart doctor said my tachycardia was normal and I just needed to drink more water / electrolytes.

I did the tilt table test after about two months of drinking a lot more water and electrolytes, so that was probably a bad idea if I'm supposed to do the test at my "sickest."

About half an hour after the test, I had severe paresthesia in my legs and I had abdominal pain and cramps. I couldn't eat without rushing to the bathroom.

But. My heart rate didn't go above the 30 bpm they were expecting from resting to rising so. No POTS.

I still have random heart palpitations.. especially when I lay on my left side. I still can't climb stairs without getting winded, and I can't do much physical activity without exhaustion.

The thing is... I don't think I fit the criteria based on the Beighton scale?

The stretch of my skin is very mild, and only significant around my hands and feet. I can stretch both pinky fingers beyond 90 degrees, but I can't touch my thumb to my wrist.

I don't have bendy elbows, but I can touch my palms behind my back. I do have "coat hanger pain." I have had TMJ, and I've frequently sprained / strained my fingers, toes, ankles, and knees.

As far as GI goes, I have GERD, silent reflux, no gallbladder (I had severe gallstones), hiatal hernia that corrected itself, intestinal malrotation, IBS D, and intolerance to wheat, dairy, and alliums.

Maybe it's on the spectrum, but not necessarily HEDS. Not sure if I should pursue a diagnosis, or if specialists are going to dismiss me / find me crazy, but I do want answers as to why I'm Like This.

I also know MCAS is a more recent condition, but I have the trifecta of asthma, allergies, and eczema, and that includes random contact dermatitis where just touching my skin can give me a rash.

I just want to be realistic and be prepared when I go see my primary again. I don't want to seem like I am a hypochondriac, because these are all legitimate things going wrong w/ me.

Right now, I am officially diagnosed with:

Asthma, eczema, allergies, IBS, intestinal malrotation, b12 and vitamin d deficiency, benign paroxysmal positional vertigo, paresthesia

I've never seen an ENT doctor, nor a rheumatologist. I have seen a cardiologist and a GI multiple times.

#heds #mcas #pots #disability #chronic illness

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pers-books · 11 months

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Went on two walks today - one short-ish, the other nearly 2.5 miles (because fuck it, the sun was out and despite the NE wind trying to blow a fucking gale, it was WARM!) and I saw many flowers:

Dalmatian Bellflowers growing on/through a garden wall.

Cornflowers and Daisies growing behind someone else’s garden wall (someone took No Mow May *very* seriously this year and they’re apparently going with Let It Bloom June, too!)

Red and yellow Roses growing in the flower bed of the Bowls Club.

A different flowerbed also at the Bowls Club. I’ve no idea what these flowers are as they’re too distant to ID.

Iris Hollandica (left) and Mexican Orange Blossom (right).

Lithodora (foreground left), Iris Hollandica (centre), and Allium Atropurpureum (right).

#Flowers #Spring turning to Summer

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daemonduality · 5 months

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The group I live with have interesting food preferences.

Well, Sasha will say anything is delicious, but she's biased. Won't lie, but definitely biased towards me. Says anything I cook is the most delicious food. She leans more towards savory and salty foods more than the rest.

My employer Lev likes her carbs, particularly rice - and fried rice if she can get it. She's also a bit of a carnivore in the sense she needs meat with every meal. And even though she won't admit it and will says it's childish, she has a bit of a sweet tooth, particularly for sweets that fall under the blander side. She can't handle sickly sweet though, especially stuff with lots of stacked frosting.

My employer's girlfriend Sato - and I guess co-employer technically - also has a sweet tooth, but she definitely leans towards the super sweet stuff. She's also a vegetarian primarily but not strictly so. No particular religious or moral reason. She tells me that, to compensate for being too poor to eat meat in a previous life, she ate so much meat in her early years this life that she got sick of it. ...I'm not too sure how much of that is true or if she's joking with me again. Sato's a bit of a pathological liar for the unimportant things; I think she's trying to wind me up - playfully but definitely trying.

My employer's sister - I guess they're calling her Chi online now - has very few misgivings with food. She has a special fondness for stir-fried tomato and eggs - and tomatoes in general. She doesn't seem to like garlic and onions and anything really in the allium family. If it's visible and can be seen as such, she will always pick them out of her food.

Oddly enough, if she can't tell if it is garlic or onion by appearance, she'll eat it. And before the outrage occurs, I am a professional cook. I don't play the "oh you'll like this if you don't know it's there" game because that's how you accidentally kill someone with a food allergy. I let her know what's in my food every time.

It's not that she's against the taste or texture but just the looks??? It's a little odd. I know Lev jokes about it on occassion when Chi picks them out of her food. "are you sure you're not a vampire" and Chi will put her index fingers over her mouth to mimic fangs every single time.

Sometimes I wonder if there's something to that though. She really does have very pointy canines on the rare occassion she lets you see her teeth. And her preferences for red-colored foods. And I mean she enjoyed the duck blood tofu and soup plenty.

But can vampires eat garlic and onions? Am I overthinking things?

#starless sky | mirielle #(( she knows definitely how truthful Sato is being lol. ))

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willowwhirll · 4 months

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Kabru is so silly because he's like if there was a secret fucked up evil guy who just never Actually became evil because he was so busy babysitting / plotting against the most normal about monsters guy you've ever seen

#dungeon meshi #like literally he has so much set up to be like this secret evil character #and then he just #doesnt #and its so funny to me #kabru #alliums in the wind

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passengermothman · 1 year

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Quest:

The Approaching Curve

Quest Giver: Allium Larinfor

Allium would seek to investigate rumors on the wind.

Rewards: $75, 1500 XP

[mothman accepts the quest. they would quite like 75 dollars to buy more shiny things, as the lights strung on their neck have finally lost power.]

#mothlore

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smileymoth · 2 years

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1 // 2 // 3 // 4 // 5. The final part of my double life writings :)

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Scar stood above the burnt ground of the sanctuary, the light wind messing with his hair. He looked around trying to spot where all of the Jellies had travelled after their home was destroyed. The red velvet keep was gone, the panda reserve was burnt. His lives were gone. Everything was gone. The gravity felt so fragile after death, as if you were floating above the world, vision foggy yet somehow so crystal clear it scared him. It didn’t help that his body felt detached from his soul. He had stayed at the secret hideout for the past couple of days, he had been afraid of looking at the destruction fire had brought to their keep in the last days of the chaos.

He had briefly spoken to Pearl and Bdubs in the meantime, as well as apologized to Tango and Jimmy who laughed it off instantly and gave him a big warm hug. He cleaned up the torn bamboo, throwing it all into a pile where the sanctuary used to stand, alerting the Jellies to walk toward Scar. He heard laughter from a distance, Joel and Etho, Bdubs and Impulse laughing as they chased each other down the steep edges of the ravine, being picked up by fishing rods when they fell.

Oh the calmness, the forgiveness of floating in the afterlife with your friends and partners, with no way to hurt yourself other than the emotional damage and ache living deep in one's bones. All until the next challenge between life and death strikes. Scar felt lost, he wished he wouldn’t feel betrayed, but he did. Grian had ditched him, whether by accident or not. He couldn’t find him, nor feel his presence tied to him any longer. Laying down on the soft grass, he pushed his hat on his face to avoid the burning Sun. A few Jellie’s stomped there and curled up against him, their soft fur brushing against him -- at least someone was there for him. Closing his eyes, his mind drifted away while the soft sounds of nature soothed him. Maybe being alone wasn’t so bad.

It was a while until he felt another identity join his space. He thought it would be another of the Jellies, but when he pushed his hat from his eyes to peek, he saw Grian. He stood in silence, a bouquet of alliums and poppies in his hand, blocking the Sun from Scar. He looked worried, a bit timid and embarrassed to face Scar again.

“Hello Grian.” Scar greeted him, pushing the hat back to cover his face, eyes closed once again.

“I wanted to apologize.” his voice was shaking, eyes tracing his ex-soulmate and the pandas guarding him. “I’m sorry. It just… wasn’t meant to be.”

“You left me. I couldn’t find you anywhere…” his voice was apologetic, as if he had done something wrong. “I was trying to find you and then it was over. And then I… I couldn’t find you even then.”

“I know. It just happened, you know?”

“Oh I know full well, Grian.” as much as he tried to hide it, he couldn’t help but sound bitter.

Grian sat down next to Scar and the Jellies in the grass. He looked at the flowers in his hand, pulling off a dried up petal from a poppy, “Look, I, I was wondering if we could still… be friends? I know I haven’t been the best soulmate and partner and, anyone, really. I’ve been awful to you. I brought you these flowers,” he raised the bouquet toward him, “as an apology. I... I had to bargain with Cleo for these, she was the only one who had alliums, I know you like them.”

Scar sat up and leaned against one of the Jellies sleeping behind him at that moment, “Of course we can be friends, we will always be friends.” he took the bouquet, their hands brushing together for a faint moment. “Where were you?” he turned to Grian who was nervously rubbing his hands together. “I haven’t seen you in days.”

After a moment of hesitation, Grian confessed to having been at The Box. He did feel guilty for abandoning Scar like that, but he wanted to apologize and make up for the hurt he had put BigB through. The wound between him and Scar was already rotten, it wouldn’t heal for some time. “I don’t have excuses for disappearing like that, I hope you can forgive me.” was all he could really say.

Scar nodded along, stroking the flower petals as one of the Jellie’s poked her face into Scar’s hands, sniffing the alliums before sneezing. Scar laughed and scratched the underneath of her chin, to which the Jellie purred, “Isn’t she just adorable?” Jellie’s fur felt so light and silky to touch now, even more-so than before.

“She is, yeah. Uh, Scar, I don’t know if you heard, but Bdubs and Impulse and throwing a pool party. Are you coming?”

“A pool party?” he raised an eyebrow, thinking to himself.

Grian rubbed the back of his head, aware of what Scar was hinting at with his question, “He promised us that no zombies would be present, Ren also gave his word.” he shot an awkward smile at him, “and Impulse said the copper has fully oxydized so, maybe it’s good luck this time.”

“Oh that’s amazing. I better get ready then!” he felt a spark of joy in his heart for the first time in a while.

Grian’s eyes shifted to the ground in shame, “I should also get going. I think. I promised I would be back soon.”

“Of course.” Scar nodded, eyes tracing Grian’s movements as he stumbled to his feet and started to walk away. “Grian, wait.” he managed, before the fogginess of the world covered his silhouette in the distance.

“Yes, Scar?” he looked over his shoulder, stopping in his tracks.

“I hope you and BigB are happy together.” he smiled, “See you at the party, Grian.”

#goodtimeswithscar #grian #mcyt #double life smp #scarian #still dont know if it applies. but i will use it because everyone knows the desert boys enjoyers are out for agony #smileymothwrites

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oceanlovingcommunist · 2 years

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rainbow tag game 🌈 tagged by @lesbianblackphillip mwah!

❤️ - last song you listened to: i'm watching naruto rn so it was the theme song from the shikamaru/hidan arc. my fave <3

🧡 - ideal pizza toppings: let me be bougie... artichoke heart, ricotta, prosciutto, potato, salami, arugula, and a fried egg 😏.. but not all together. either that or just plain sausage and garlic. my mom has a really delicious pizza crust recipe that I grew up eating that i need to start making more often :)

💛 - dream vacation: i've been dreaming of going to argentina for years!! and cuba. i'd also love to go back to chile but my ex is there so. Obligation. I would also love to go to Kazakhstan or another central Asian country, i really want to see the grasslands and eat the food there

💚 - earth, air, fire, or water: i'm a water baby :) i love to sit and watch water, wade in creeks, etc. i also adore strong wind though so anywhere i can get thrown around by the wind a bit, i'm happy

💙 - cartoon you grew up on: avatar for sure. also spongebob ofc!

💜 - favorite scent: perfume-wise, i love rose and frankincense. i also loveee the smell of melting butter, and alliums frying in olive oil... and almost any fresh herb.

i tag @cyberbullyinc @amightydirge @dearrbhla @no-passaran @pizarnikpdf @jinxangel @persephonese @anticipate-resurrection @gingerbeertastesgood @mango-nectars @hiphopocliedes @arrogantwerpen @neptun333 only if you want to!!!! <3

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ashedflower · 2 years

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Sleep Deprived Prompts

Part 9: Okay, but hear me out- Part 2 (Butterfly Reign Allium Duo/EnderInnit AU) my AO3 Readers asked for it, and they shall receive.

Welp…. Enjoy?

Tommy sways softly side to side, gently holding his son in his arms as the sun shines it's gentle glow on them.

Morning dew shining like diamonds on the plants, beez buzzing around them, while butterflies flutter. The slight chirping of the birds could be heard in the wind, slowly it lulls the father and son in tranquility.

Carding his fingers through his son's hair, Tommy opens his eyes slowly. Smiling, he gets ready to head back inside, turning around to face their home's back door when he caught eye of his husband walking towards their front door.

Curiously, the blond quietly opens the back door, smiling at his eldest when he turns to face them, and steps inside just as Ranboo reaches the door. His eldest (selectively mute) smiles back before returning to his paper.

Tommy turns towards the Livingroom, about to to his husband when said man opens the door and an unfamiliar voice fills the air.

"Hello Ranboo"

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Ranboo stood frozen as Wilbur stared at him, a dark look in his eyes.

His eyes widens at seeing someone he hadn't (and wished to never) seen in a long time.

"W-Wilbur.. I mean Prince Wilbur! Your… here."

Said Prince smiled at him sharply, something dangerous glinting in his eyes. Technoblade stood behind him, eyes as blank and apathetic as ever. Though if one were to look closer, they'd see the underlining of danger sublty hidden behind walls of uncare.

"Beloved?" A soft voiced called out. A voice the brother's hadn't heard in a long time. Their heads snap to the direction of the voice, seeing their brother standing near them, carrying a child with black hair in his arms. His blue eyes glinting curiously and a little worried.

He was wearing a simple red vest over a white shirt, and black pants. He looked like a commoner. Worse, a commoner parent.

What?

The brother's caught sight of the golden ring on his ring finger. Nothing much, just a simple golden band with what looked like an Allium, carefully carved on it.

He's…..

"Who are you talking to?"

"Allium!" Ranboo rushed over to his husband's side, carefully shielding him from the Twins view.

He has no idea what the two were doing here. But he needs them gone now. Before they ruin the peaceful life he'd built here with Tommy and his kids.

The Brown haired Prince frowned. 'Beloved'? 'Allium'?

What-

Suddenly, his eyes caught the sight of a golden ring on Ranboo's finger, the words 'Beloved' carved on it and he understands.

Their married.

But… Theseus would never marry Ranboo. Didn't he hate the commoner child their father had taken in? The child who pretty much replaced him? Wilbur made sure of that himself.

But there they are, each wearing a no doubt wedding band don't their ring finger.

"Theseus?" Wilbur voices, stepping forward inside the humble cottage and catching the attention of the young blond who turns his attention away from Ranboo and locks eye contact with him. His eyes doesn't light up with recondition. Instead, he looks confused.

"Who… who are you?" Wilbur felt his world start crashing down. He-!

"Don't be joking now Theseus, I know we've had our problems, but I never thought of you as the type to feign ignorance" he said, a mildly amused smile stretching in his face as his mind fills with voices screaming. Claiming.

MINE

BROTHER.MINE

To his dread, the boy-no, young man, only looked at him, even more confused then before.

"Who's Theseus? I think you might be mistaking me for someone else" The blond said, feeling his son slowly wake from his short slumber and tightening his grip.

He doesn't recognize this man, and- and he felt horrible looking at him. As if he'd done something back to Tommy.

Conflicting emotions brews in his heart. Hatred(?), Annoyance, Love(?), Resentment.

It sends his kind reeling. Wondering who this guy was, and what has he done for him to feel such a way despite not remembering him.

When he first saw Ranboo, he felt nothing but slight assurance. Maybe even pity. As if Tommy was aware of something the other wasn't. And it wasn't anything good.

He felt his husband place a hund on his shoulder, slowly guiding him towards their hallway where their bedrooms are.

"Why don't you place Shroud on his crib dear, holding him that long couldn't be so comfortable." He says, not waiting for Tommy's answer and ushering him towards the hallway.

Tommy, while wanting to know more about who that man was, was thankful for the escape. He felt uncomfortable with the way the man looked at him. He couldn't explain it. It was similar to how his husband and brother would look at him.

Dark and Protective, as if willing to destroy anyone who so much as lands a scratch at him. Except… more. Wrong. He can't explain correctly. Just…. Wrong.

(The right word would be obsessively possessive. But you know *shrugs* I don't think he even knows what that is.)

And so he lets his husband guide him towards the nursary, leaving the man behind.

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As you guys know, this ain't no one shot. I'm too lazy and tired for that. So here's the rest of the shit, hope you guys like it.

• Wilbur had been a mess after finding out about the Attack. But his father stopped him from looking for his brother, saying that he has it handled and that he's safe. He now spends most of his nights hugging his Theseus Doll. Creepy motherfucker. Can't you be sad normally?!

• Of course, after a year and no reports on the Crown Prince, Philza became worried. Wondering where his son was and sending letters to the Esempi asking how he was doing and never receiving a reply.

• Dream knew what he was doing. He doesn't care. Fuck King Philza, he only now asked about Tommy? The last he heard was him being attacked by Prime's sake, and he only asked a year after it happened?

• None of this would've happened if Kristen was here. Fact, she's currently seething in the afterlife. Getting ready to chew the fuck out of Phil and the others of how they treated Tommy the moment she See's him. It's not part of the prompt, I just knew she would do it.

• After that little reunion at the top, Wilbur had to be stopped by Techno from doing anything stupid. unlike Wilbur, his twin actually has common sense and he knows that causing a scene now would cause a lot more problems then is worth it.

• Micheal got down from his chair, abandoning his drawing on the table to spy on the two misters. He was a bit shocked to find more than 1 mister standing on the doorway of their home. They didn't look like Uncle Dre and Uncle Sappy, so who were they?

• Techno had a lot of time to think on the years Tommy was gone. He knew he was in the wrong, and even talked to a therapist about it. (Because I want Bedrock Bros dam it! And you can't do anything about it!) Honestly, all he wants now is to apologize to his little brother properly. And if said little brother no longer wanted anything to do with him after? Then so be it. He'd deserve it, and his little brother deserved to be happy.

• For a few weeks Fundy had been missing his Uncle. He doesn't no where he was, since nobody would tell him anything. Plus his dad seems to always to be busy these days and no longer spend as much time as he used to. Only his mom was there for him, and even then she could only do so much.

• He missed his Uncle so much that he'd sometimes sneak into his rooms to sleep there, but he'd always get caught brought back to his rooms. He stopped sneaking in though after a man with split colored hair gave him a letter addressed to him.

• It was from Uncle Tommy! It said that he was alright and that to no longer be sad because he'll see him soon. Fundy was so excited!

• Tommy doesn't remember Fundy much, but he does remember always feeling so free and happy whenever he's around him. He doesn't remember why, what he looks like, or what he's connection to Tommy is. But from the what his letters says, he was like a nephew to Tommy, and who was he to deny his nephew a penpal?

• Fundy has no idea that Tommy got amnesia, all he knows is that he's somewhere far away for safety as the lady with two colored hair said, and that to not tell anyone about the letters.

• Dream is the one who delivers the letters. He both regrets volunteering for it, and not. Jury's still out.

• Beu would visit the village nearby Tommy and Ranboo's cottage once a month, owning a fabric/tailor shop that conveniently only opens on the same day Tommy and Ranboo would visit the village with the kids. Tommy is great friends with the slightly strict Tailor of Crown Tailor and Fabric Shop named Beu. She would always give them discounts and would glare at anyone else who asked for one.

• Tommy and Ranboo's wedding bands used to be plain and boring. That is until they encountered the villages black smith who, after finding out they were just married, offered to make them a new one in exchanged for teaching him how to read and write so that he could impress his husband.

• The blacksmith's and his husband's name? Tango Tek and his husband Jimmy Tek.

Look, I'm deprived of Ranch Duo okay? I need it! Let me have what I want!

Alright bitches, take your EnderInnit fluff. You deserve it for being patient.

• Ranboo started calling Tommy 'Allium' after a blue butterfly landed on the allium Tommy was on the process of replanting.

• And he did it in the Lost sappiest eat he could ever. By wrapping his amrs around Tommy's waist whilst he was standing in the garden admiring the flowers, the sun slowly setting in the horizon, butterflies around them, and asking him if he could call him Allium.

• Tommy started calling Ranboo 'Beloved' after reading a romance novel of the wife calling her husband 'Dearly Beloved'.

• Tommy's answer to his question was "Only if I could call you 'Beloved' in return".

• Tommy's the little spoon. He likes being hugged from behind. Especially if he could have his kids in his arms. Early morning cuddles is a must.

• Tommy doesn't know much about cooking, but he's decent at it. So he's mostly the one cookig. Their meals. Rnaboo tries, but he's horrible at it and had actually gotten banned from cooking after he decided it was a good idea to add spaghetti to their pancakes….

• For their one Year Anniversary, Ranboo tried to cook Tommy a romantic breakfast in bed meal. It was supposed to be simple, just pancakes with maple syrup and berries, and his favorite tea. Except Ranboo somehow decided Tommy would like having spaghetti in his pancakes, and he really doesn't know how to brew the fancy tea Tommy liked so he had to follow instructions from a book.

• Tommy ending up with a stomach ache for an entire day because of forcing himself to eat it all, but he loved Ranboo's efforts nonetheless. It was the thought that counts.

• Tommy sewed Ranboo a black fading to dark purple scarf with his initials in gold for their 1 year anniversary. It was too long, the stitches were uneven, and the initials weren't as fancy and good looking as the blond wanted them to be.

• Ranboo absolutely loved it and would wear it for as long as he could before his Allium forces him to take it off due to the heat and/or it needed to be washed.

• Tommy loves playing with Ranboo's long gair. He would braid flowers, beads, sometimes even jewelry in them whenever he feels like pampering Ranboo, whenever he could. Using any and all excuse he has to play with it because he doesn't wanna admit that he loves his husband's hair.

• Ranboo loves staring at Tommy's hair. He loves how it glints in the light like gold, loves how it glows whenever he's under the sun. He would spend minutes, sometimes hours just watching Tommy tend to their garden while the sun illuminated his hair and form. Making him look like some kind of god or garden deity. Or a fea.

• Sometimes they would have bad days. And on those bad days the other would scoop the other up and cuddle with them until they feel better. Their kids would join too.

• Tommy loves wearing Ranboo's clothes. He loves how big they were on him, and just loves how it's swimming with his husband's scent. Ranboo just let's him, Tommy looked adorable wearing too-big clothes anyway. Though he did have to stop him once and a while because the split haired male needed to wear those clothes too.

• Doesn't mean he won't absolutely melt at seeing his husband wearing his shirt though.

• Ranboo's a simp. In case you haven't realized it yet, I'm here to inform you. He is a simp for Tommy and can't and won't ever say no to anything he says.

Alright, that's it. It's time for some possibilities. Things that could happen, but is up to you to decide if it should.

• Ranboo could explain the situation to the twins. He could come clean about what he thinks of them, and that Tommy had amnesia and couldn't remember a single thing about his lofe as a prince. And he would want to keep it that way.

• Telling them that Tommy's way better off living here in their cottage and their two children. Guilt tripping them into staying silent about the truth and make up lies to still remain in contact with Tommy.

• He could also not explain it, and instead tell them that Tommy is so mad at them, that he pretends to not remember them. It could cause unnecessary mayhem, could cause heartbreak, but also guilt trip them into being nicer. Into being a better family to Tommy. Meanwhile,

• Tommy would have no idea why these two random dudes he just met were being so nice to him. Until Ranboo explains that the two did something bad to him for quite a while, and that the two felt guilty about it. He also tells him that the two doesn't know about the amnesia and thinks that Tommy's just pretending to not remember them because he's mad. It's up to you if Tommy lets that continue or if he'd just tell them the truth.

• Either way, Ranboo would still have to lie to Tommy (well, partly lie, half-lie if you will). Techno would get the chance to give his apology, and Wilbur would still be a bastard.

• Fucker would probably still refute and would only act nicer to Tommy and an absolute asshole to Ranboo. A complete opposite to the original story of Butterfly Reign.

Everything else if up to you guys, honestly I still have a few ideas, but this prompt is part of the 'Sleep Deprived Prompts' because I don't feel like writing the whole story down.

I have no motivation to continue it, so if anyone wants to write anything/continue this, feel free to do so.

I published this entire book as a way to have other people borrow these prompts and write as your own. So long as you give proper credit, you can use any of them.

#sleep deprived prompts #butterfly reign au #butterfly reign #tommyinnit #dream smp fanfiction #allium duo #enderinnit #ranboo #technoblade #wilbur soot #shroud the spider #micheal beloved #fundy soot #archiveofourown

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