#hemlock growing in it lol

[aisling-saoirse]

Sinkhole from Former Mine, Hewitt, NJ - March 8th 2024

#i ended up near long pond by mistake #place is litered with sinkholes #nature #photographers on tumblr #original photography #forest #new jersey #njlocal #hemlock growing in it lol #love those trees

[rush-the-stars]

new tricks

pairing: yandere abyss prince kaeya x gender neutral reader

cw: dark content, kidnapping/capture, the reader is treated physically well but is still captured/being held against their will, mentions of a punishment, strange and toxic dynamic, mildly suggestive.

wc: 2.1k

a/n: dividers by @/cafekitsune!

this is just a tiny drabble. don't squint at worldbuilding or plot lol. i had this idea prattling around my head and wanted it out. one day i will write the dark long fic of my dreams but today is not the day. thank you to @/lorelune for taking a peek beforehand and assuring me <33

on the back of your neck, goosebumps ripple to life. a chill races down your spine. you know it well—as intimately as you know the brag of your own heart.

sensing him, you cast your eyes up in the reflection of your mirror to catch the shape of him behind you.

you didn’t even hear him enter your chambers. but you’d felt him somehow, known his presence. maybe known his gaze on you.

(it burns deep and vicious to know his gaze. to become accustomed and attuned to him.)

prince kaeya smiles knowingly.

the dark glint to his eye lets you know he’s in strange ways.

“you’re getting quite perceptive.” he muses. “if only you’d been so sharp when i first took you, maybe you wouldn’t be here.”

you were just a naive artist from mondstadt then. a child who knew the sound of the wind in the trees and the birdsong that rose into the sky early in the morning. you knew the golden hills and the valley and a sort of freedom that made you sing like those birds in the morning, too.

(in the dark, he asks you to sing. sing like you used to, he says. and when you open your mouth, you’re always terrified of what will come out.)

now you sit tucked away in the gilded cage he’s made for you in a land far from your home skies. in a castle where the eyes of gods cannot reach you.

“you’re lucky i wasn’t.” you reply sharply, trying to keep your bite around him.

it grows harder and harder to.

every day the edge you’ve tried so desperately to keep begins to whittle away. it’s hard to always be angry. it’s miserable to always be vicious.

(and he’s never harmed you. not physically—just in stranger, worse ways. emotionally. mentally. you wish he’d just break a bone or make a scar, so that when it heals, you know you’re okay again.

it’s worse that he spoils you. it’s worse that he cherishes you. it’s its own form of torment. he knows it.)

he smiles lazily, on the edges are amusement. fondness. he is endlessly entertained by your contempt.

he approaches where you sit in front of your ornate vanity. it’s too beautiful. it’s too grand.

he’s a dark shadow of blue behind you in the mirror. you watch his reflection carefully. he watches you back as he approaches.

something thrills inside you, wild and dark and sudden.

he reaches out, touches your cheek.

you watch his knuckle brush against your face in the mirror.

he’s testing you.

the last time you bit him.

the moment you turn your face towards his hand, it slips away, dancing out of your reach.

he smiles again knowingly.

it’s insufferable.

sensing your ire, he says, “let’s play our game.”

you breathe hard through your nose.

you turn to face him so you’re not caught in his endless reflection. you glare up at him with all the vitriol you can muster.

(it isn’t much anymore.)

“don’t you have more important things to do?”

“nothing so important as you, darling.”

your teeth grind together. but you get out;

“i’d try to escape from the balcony.”

he tsks.

“the guards would spot you.”

“i’d poison the guards.”

he laughs outright at this, “with what poison?”

you feel heat in your face, but you press on, “the hemlock i’ve been growing in the garden.”

he pauses at that. tilts his head.

“my, you’ve gotten good. i can’t tell if you’re lying.”

“go and check.” you dare.

“maybe later.” he agrees, “say i destroyed it. i froze it.”

“you’re not playing fair.” you accuse.

he laughs warmly, reaching out again to tousle your hair. you swat and push at him, but it only excites him, it only makes his hands catch your wrists and come down to your level. kneeling beside you. he holds your wrists tight, presses them down into your own lap. in another world, he could be a lover on his knees for you, his hands clasped over yours.

he fits himself between your legs. he presses himself too close.

but it isn’t another world. and his eye is like the endless night sky in this one. so dark, so terrifying.

“fine,” he agrees pleasantly, “the guards are poisoned. you slip out from the balcony. i’m a light sleeper—i hear you jump to the ground.”

“i try to run.” you breathe.

“where would you run?” he asks, nose nudging yours. you can feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

“past the fountain.”

“come now, you’re cleverer than that. i’d find you and drag you back.”

“i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.”

your nails bite into his shoulders as he lifts you from your place in front of the vanity. you hang around his neck like a child. instinctively, you wrap your legs around his waist.

you tuck your face into his shoulder so you don’t see the pleased look in his eye.

you know where he’ll take you.

“you need new tricks.” he hums as he sits on the edge of the bed with you in his lap.

“maybe i already have them—if it’s a good trick, you wouldn’t know.” you mumble into his shoulder. you hide there.

his hand creeps up to the back of your neck. goosebumps prickle. his fingers slip into your hair and then curl into a loose fist. he tugs gently to dislodge you from his shoulder, to pull you away so that he may see your face again.

he looks at you as if he’s trying to find the trick you speak of. perhaps it’s in your eyes or the set of your mouth.

“i always know.” he warns.

“let’s play again.” you say.

and this time, you use your weight to push him down onto the bed.

he goes down willingly, too easily.

you capture his wrists the way he did to you earlier. you pin them by his head. languidly, he stretches beneath you, amused with this show of sudden power or interest.

“okay, you begin.” he says and his smile is the curve of a laughing, crescent moon.

“i grow to trust you.”

he tilts his head, uncertain or intrigued, you can’t tell. but you can tell you’ve surprised him. his smile falters.

“i’m pleased—you know it’s all i want.” he says and though it’s softened, it’s guarded. you can feel the way he tenses beneath you, waiting, searching.

“and i grow to—to want you, too.” you say and your voice sounds strange to your own ears. far off. maybe too near. not your own, or else, horrifyingly, only yours.

perhaps there is truth there in a way you cannot even begin to untangle.

he’s silent. watching.

“what do you do?” you prompt, breath hitching, almost beg him to speak. “play the game. it’s your turn.”

you feel his wrists flex, the tendons and muscles moving, encircled in your fingers.

“i—cherish you. i foster your desires. i give you whatever you want.” his voice is bedroom soft. his lashes flutter.

“freedom?”

he releases a slow breath of frustration. you feel it against your cheek.

“a form of it.” he answers. and then, carefully, you feel the shifting of his hand beneath yours. his thumb sweeps over your wrist, into your palm. “more and more as i grow to trust you, too.”

you let your hand open up to his, feel it bloom to the touch.

“being alone in the garden.” you press, “i ask you one day to tend to it by myself, when i please.”

he laces his fingers with yours.

“in time.” he agrees, “and you can tend to your garden alone. you can walk on the grounds, wherever you please. you can take dinner in the atrium or the greenhouse or by the lake. it could all be yours.”

you squeeze his hand, “say i earn your trust—let’s finish the game.”

“i give you the world.” he breathes it and you feel it against your lips, feel it somewhere deep inside of you. on the other, soft side of your chest, where your heart thrums.

you know he is telling the truth.

but it rings discordant inside of you. just as softly, you murmur;

“and then i disappear with it. you wait for me to come in from the garden one day—and i never do.”

the tender hold of your hand turns vicious, biting.

you bare your teeth and hiss, “i steal your world and your trust and the love you gave me and i run and run and run. until you can’t find me—until you can’t catch me. i do it when you least expect it—when i love you too much.”

he pushes and twists you under him. he presses you down hard like he could keep you from disappearing, like you’re slipping from him already. but you press on;

“and you’ll see my face everywhere—in the windows of the atrium and the corners of the greenhouse. in the hemlock i grew in the garden and the wind that howls while you stand on the balcony. but i’ll be gone—“

“you’ll never earn my trust now.” he warns, “and you’ll never know the garden alone, or the world i could give you.”

“but i’ll know the one you took from me.”

his eye flashes dangerously, the flicker of frigid, dark waters beneath ice.

but then he’s gone. off of you. the warmth of him leaves you in a rush.

he grabs for a coat of his, throwing it over his shoulders in a flare of dark fabric.

“where are you going? i thought you wanted to play.” you sneer.

“and i thought you didn’t?” he heads for the door anyways, “i’m going to the garden. alone.”

“scared you’ll find hemlock?” you ask.

“are you scared i’ll find hemlock?” he retorts and then lowers his voice, almost to a caress, “i would punish you.”

“you’ve done that all before, it doesn’t stop me anymore.” you tilt your head, “maybe you need new tricks.”

the door slams behind him. you don’t even flinch.

and in a moment, you watch his figure, a dark smudge against the gray fog, trudge out towards the garden.

you watch from the balcony.

there is no hemlock in the garden.

and he is gentler again when he returns that night. but he locks the door to the balcony and he keeps the key tethered around his neck, pressed to you as he holds you; so close and yet so far.

you can feel it’s cool metal against your bare back. you can feel his skin to yours, the way he holds you like you’re going to slip away.

there is no hemlock in the garden, but there is nightshade.

“let’s play our game.” he whispers that night, pressing scattered kisses like falling stars along your shoulder, your jaw.

“i steal the key around your throat. i unlock the balcony door—“

“i hear you. i let you go, anyways.”

you go perfectly still.

“i—i climb down the balcony and i run—“

“past the fountain?”

you nod slowly. you feel your heart kick into an unsteady rhythm.

“i let you go. i let you get far.”

“you’d let me—“

your throat constricts; a ball of emotion wedged there suddenly. you feel your eyes prick with—with shock. is he really—?

something terrified stirs inside you at even the thought of your real freedom; of the thing you want most.

“and then i hunt you.”

he kisses beneath your ear, like a lover.

your blood goes cold.

“i chase you across the world i gave you and the one i took from you. and every time, i find you. i’d find you. and i’d drag you back.”

“i’d—i’d kick and scream. i’d make you bleed.” you manage to get out.

he props himself up, if only to catch your chin, to force you to look back at him.

he kisses you. slowly. sweetly.

“there’s no hemlock in the garden. you need new tricks.”

but the nightshade opens its flowers to the moon, just outside the locked door of your balcony, in the garden that you can’t tend to alone.

you melt into the kiss, open mouthed and tender. soft and deep like lovers.

when you pull away, you have the key dangling in your hand;

“and this isn’t the key to the balcony. so do you.”

when he kisses you again, brutal and dreadful, and with too much heat for someone so, so cold, you feel the sharp cut of his foxish smile.

and maybe even some sick curve of your own.

#cielo writes! #cielo's writing! #kaeya x reader #abyss prince kaeya x reader #kaeya alberich x reader #kaeya x you #kaeya x y/n #cw: suggestive #cw: kidnapping #cw: yandere

[twenty26]

different aus

animal hybrid au LOL David is a red deer and Max is a Alexander Archipelago wolf!

creature Max, very loosely inspired by BeastFeast87's Max in their fic, Hemlock. Also a growing up together au, so Max is only 4'7 at the time he meets Davey, and obviously he will grow alongside David. Creature Max has a long body, much like a ferret, and he has sleek, (surprisingly) soft fur. He is a lot like a cat and usually uses cat terminology

#maxvid #my art

[midnightstargazer]

So as I've been working on my Tedromeda-centric WIP, I've also ended up deciding to bring in a subplot for Bellatrix. She's a recent Hogwarts grad, her parents are busy trying to find her a husband, and while Andromeda is making eyes at the sweet boy from Hufflepuff, Bellatrix is falling into the orbit of the Death Eaters.

I've never felt very confident about writing Bellatrix as a POV character, but I'm really enjoying it. And I'm really liking the dynamic that's developing between her and Rodolphus. I'd almost call it sweet if they weren't both such awful people lol

The fic still isn't quite ready to start posting, but here's an excerpt I couldn't wait to share:

The Selwyns’ garden was a dark, creepy mess: hemlock and belladonna growing in the flowerbed, Devil’s Snare creeping up the walls, and venemous tentacula snapping at passersby. Rodolphus turned as they emerged and drew his wand. “Duel me,” he said. “What?” Bellatrix asked. “Oh, I heard you talking to Yaxley,” he said with a smirk. “You like duels and curses? So do I. Let’s see if you can beat me.” “And if I do?” she asked, a note of defiance in her voice, though she was already reaching for her own wand. “What would you like, if you win?” he asked. Bellatrix thought carefully, scrutinizing him through narrowed eyes. His father was a close friend of Bellatrix’s uncle on her mother's side, and she knew enough about him to know what he and his friends were up to. “I want an introduction to the Dark Lord,” she said. “You know him, don’t you? Or, at least, your father does.” A moment passed, then he began to laugh. “I’m not joking!” Bellatrix said, stomping her foot against the ground to emphasize her point. The tall, thin heel clanked against the stones, sounding less impressive than she had hoped for. “No, I didn’t think you were,” said Rodolphus. “Alright. Sure. If you beat me in a duel, I’ll introduce you. And if I win, you’ll go to the opera with me next weekend. Does that sound fair?” Bellatrix had never been fond of the opera, but she found, to her surprise, that she wouldn’t mind spending more time in the company of Rodolphus Lestrange. In any case, she didn’t intend to lose. “Alright. Do your worst.”

#Bellatrix Black Lestrange #Bellatrix Black #Bellatrix Lestrange #Belladolphus #Rodolphus Lestrange #my fanfic

[seabeck]

I’m pretty sure I found a mushroom growing on a hemlock cone but I didn’t manage to get a photo, I was feeding the chickens at the time lol.

#I also found some mushrooms growing on a leaf the other day!! #I haven’t edited photos lately #I’ve never actually found fir cone mushrooms on a true fir #but in my defense! the only fir we have near me is grand fir and they’re a litttttle rare? #at least mature specimens #I did see some in the natl park tho

[newtsnaturethings]

I must know... Does it drive you crazy in TOTK that you find hylian pinecones under literally any tree? Every time I find a pinecone NOT under a pine tree I think of you.

Hello Anon

I will admit the little voice in my head that goes “well technically it’s not a pine cone” cone does perk up at that, and I try to keep that voice silent unless I’m with other tree people.

I’m a fan of cones in general, so I am glad we at least get the pine cone rep, but we’re missing out on the vast array of tree cones! Seriously! Douglas fir (which are not fir trees) cones have little rat tails. Hemlock cones are the smallest cutest little things I have ever seen. Larch cones can be magenta or purple (I actually made larch cone syrup with these in the spring…have yet to try it tho). Spruces have cones that are SPIKEY. Fir trees have cones that grow toward the sky. Cedars have wonderful explosive cones.

And even pine cones there’s so many cool variations. Western white pines are LOOOOONG and have little white tips. Ponderosa cones are looking for a fight. Coulter pines can and will kill you.

Anyways yes I love how many tree cones exist. Sorry totk lol 😂

Thanks for the ask 🦎

#newts asks #totk #tears of the kingdom #zelda

[foxtricksterwriting]

Such Happy Campers MCs

Author's Note: Yes, I have multiple. In Vic's picrew, his hair is unstyled. Usually he has a decent amount of hair gel in it lol.

Tags: @girlfromthecrypt

Hemlock Ashworth | Agender + They/them | Pinterest | Face Claim: Froggiecrocs on Instagram | ❤️ Flo or Basil

Hemlock is outgoing and confident. They're on good terms with everyone they know. They don't have many close friends, though. They dress in bright clothes that match their personality well, even their makeup is bright and on the more chaotic side. Hemlock took up a job caring for and helping kids after the realization that they can't have any of their own. One day, they'll adopt some kids but in the mean time they need some time to mourn their lack of fertility. Maybe Hemlock will meet someone worth having a family with amidst a summer camp gone wrong?

Kestrel Waterman | Woman + She/her | Pinterest | Face Claim: Scarlet May Robinson on Instagram(NSFW WARNING FOR HER INSTA) | ❤️ Anita

Kestrel spent very little time socializing with other people growing up. As a result, her social skills are ...... subpar. She has a good heart, but she often fumbles her words so terribly that she messes up whatever conversation she's part of. Because of this, she uses music to express her emotions when she can't manage to find the words. Regardless of that, she works hard to get everyone to stay on friendly terms and is a surprisingly good mediator. She took up the Cloverleaf job in hopes of being able to help kids with a less than ideal home life.

Victorine 'Vic' Eskeland | Man + He/him | Pinterest | Face Claim: Ivor Novello | ❤️ Reem or Basil

A more serious one, Victorine carries himself with a very formal air. He comes across as very stoic at first, maybe even a bit harsh. He values truth above all else, causing him to be blunt with everyone... even the children he works with. He's quick to comfort or reassure if he ends up hurting a kid's feelings, but he can't really help it. He'd prefer if people tell him the truth over trying to spare his feelings. If you spend more than a day with him, you'll realize that he's pretty jumpy and easy to scare. He can also be very shy, which earns him a fair amount of teasing. Though, maybe he likes it that way?

#MC #Such Happy Campers IF #SHC IF #MC: Vic #MC: Kestrel #MC: Hemlock

[stardustandash]

Just finished up the next fic for Febuwhump!! This time we have "Help them" with The Bad Batch for @foolinapril! This one turned into a sort of speculation fic based on the trailer lol. I hope you enjoy!

Words: 1,731

Tags: Season 3 speculation, non-graphic descriptions of injury, self-sacrifice, whump

ao3 link

Plan 99: Omega's Version

They were not supposed to crash. Omega sat in the pilot’s chair looking at the smoking remains of the controls with despair. They were not supposed to crash, they were supposed to get far enough away they could send a comm to Hunter and the others and go home. Yet here they were; barely out of the system and downed on some random planet. Omega felt the tears prick at her eyes but she couldn’t let them fall. Tears were useless. They’d been useless on Kamino and doubly so in Hemlock’s facility. They were only a distraction for both herself and anyone around her.

“Kid, what the kriff are you still doing in here? We need to go!”

For all that Crosshair had said about Hunter in the past, he sounded remarkably like him when he was worried. Omega turned in her chair to see him climbing through the hatch into the cockpit. There were fresh bruises forming, and a new cut over his eye, but he seemed to have come through their rough landing okay. Omega slid out of the chair, taking care to avoid the transparisteel shards littered around the cockpit. She shuffled towards Crosshair, but only made it a couple of steps before her leg wobbled and threatened to send her to the floor. She caught herself on an empty chair. There was no escaping Crosshair’s gaze however. His eyes narrowed as he glanced down. She looked down as well, and while thankfully her grey uniform was free of any gushing blood, it did nothing to hide the fact that her foot was not at the angle it usually was. Instead, her toes were pointing further to the side than they usually did.

Omega’s medical knowledge was far from her mind as she looked down at it. Instead the only thout her mind could summon was, simply: “Ow.”

“Really?” said Crosshair in disbelief. “Fine. Come here.”

He crossed the cockpit and slid one of her arms over his shoulders. Omega couldn’t help but wish he would pick her up like Wrecker or Hunter would, but he was too weak for that after all his time in Tantiss. To her surprise it wasn’t as awkward of an angle on her shoulder as she anticipated. She’d grown since the last time one of her brothers had helped her this way. She had been gone long enough to grow a few inches. Omega tried not to dwell on that thought as Crosshair helped her maneuver through the wreckage and out onto a small rocky hill. As soon as they were outside and far enough from the wreck Crosshair unlatched Omega and sat her down on a rock.

“Stay here, I’m going to scout around a little,” said Crosshair.

“We should go together,” Omega protested. “What if there are predators out there? Or Stormtroopers?”

“Unless you have a blaster or a knife hidden on you, you’d be useless if something did show up.”

“You don’t have anything on you either!”

“But I can run,” said Crosshair in a tone that brokered no argument then glanced down at her broken ankle. “You made sure you couldn’t.”

Omega felt very much like pointing out that he probably couldn’t run far. Neither of them could, even if her ankle wasn’t dislocated. Months, maybe even longer, of being held captive had rid both of them of their hard-earned muscle. She doubted she could even draw her bow if she had it. But she bit her tongue and held back any comments as Crosshair made his way down the hill and set off cautiously around it to see the other side. Omega watched him for a moment, then feeling suddenly very uncomfortable with the thought of him being out of her sight, slid herself down after him. Rocks bit into her hands and legs, but she managed to make it to the bottom without knocking her injured foot.

“Wait!” she called after Crosshair. “Wait, don’t just leave me up there.”

Crosshair scowled at her, but nonetheless came over and helped her back up.

“Thank you.”

“We should find shelter,” said Crosshair, changing the subject.

“And food. Hopefully something is edible here.”

“There were probably rations in the shuttle, but if you insist on coming with me anyways we are better off getting far away from it.”

“You think they’re tracking it?” asked Omega.

Crosshair rolled his eyes and didn’t bother answering her. Right. It should’ve been obvious that stealing a shuttle from an Imperial facility meant that the Empire could track it. That was probably why they were shot down in the first place.

They limped across the rocky ground. They passed high grasses and small stone outcroppings and shallow caves, but Omega couldn’t see anything that looked like civilization. She hoped there was someone out there, and preferably not part of the Empire. They hadn’t traveled far when Omega felt herself begin to flag. Her ankle and foot were starting to throb in time with her heartbeat even with Crosshair half-carrying her. Her head was starting to spin too, and she could feel herself getting shakier. Shock, her mind supplied. She was going into shock. The smart thing to do would be to curl themselves into one of the little caves and try and make a fire or find something to keep the two of them warm, but Omega wanted to go just a little father. Every step was a step further away from the same grey durasteel walls that had had held her for who knows how long.

Omega lost time. Every hopping step felt the same and yet harder than the step before. They passed countless nondescript fields and rocks and yet nothing else popped out to see them. Then she blinked and instead of looking at rocky grassland in all directions she could see trees ahead. Funny looking ones, sure, but also reassuring. They were enough to hide her and Crosshair. She went to poke Crosshair on the shoulder but her hands were shaky and her fingers felt icy cold. That wasn’t good. That wasn’t good at all. She was just about to open her mouth and admit that she wasn’t doing as well as she wanted to pretend when she heard it.

It was a sound that had haunted her nightmares for months. In her dreams it was always right before the people she loved fell away from her into swirling mists and dark pits. The sound of a V wing fighter. The Empire had found them. She couldn’t see them yet, which was good. It gave them time.

“Karking hell! Come on, hop faster,” Crosshair hissed as he started dragging her along.

“Crosshair, wait! Wait. I can’t go that fast.”

“Then I’ll carry you.”

“Then neither of us will escape,” said Omega.

Crosshair would only be able to get away from the Empire if she stayed behind. He wasn’t strong enough to carry her and run for the trees. Suddenly she understood Tech and his sacrifice. A cold clarity sunk into her bones. Maybe it was the shock, maybe it was something else, but she took a deep breath and felt nothing but calm.

“Plan Ninety-Nine,” Omega whispered.

“What?” asked Crosshair. His head snapped around to stare at her with the same sharp gaze her brothers got whenever they were worried.

“Plan Ninety-Nine. They’re really after me, we both know this. You go. Hide. And then they’ll take me and forget about you. You can go back to the shuttle or keep going and contact Hunter and the others.”

“No. We escaped that place together and we will face the consequences together. I’m not Hunter, I won’t leave my own behind.”

Something warmed in Omega’s heart to hear Crosshair say those words. He’d never before admitted that she was one of them, that he thought of her as family too. Too bad she wouldn’t get to revel in the feeling, or be able to rib him about it later.

“You have to,” said Omega.

“Please,” Crossahair said, though his eyes already held a hollow acceptance.

“Find Hunter and the others, help them. Get me and everyone else out, it’s the only way all the clones end up free.”

“Try not to get into too much trouble while you’re waiting for us,” Crosshair said trying for his old attitude and failing miserably.

They didn’t say goodbye. Omega just nodded at Crosshair and he turned and ran for the trees. She didn’t watch him go, either. There was no time. Instead, she hobbled as best she could, trying not to think about the numbing bolts of pain that shot up her leg with every step. She had to get as far away from Crosshair as she could.

Overhead the V wings soared low, streaking past Omega before banking hard. They had seen her. It didn’t matter, she had to try and keep moving and lead them as far away as she could. The V wings followed her slow progress for a few minutes before she heard another ship. She looked up to see a transport coming in for landing. The ramp hissed as it lowered to the ground and out poured the clone commandos Hemlock was so fond of. They jogged towards her; not like she was about to take off sprinting. In fact, she was almost glad when they caught her and took a hold of her arms to keep her in place and put binders around her wrists. It gave her an opportunity to take some of the weight off her injured leg. They were rough with her, dragging her to the ship regardless of when her ankle finally gave out and she was pulled along the ground then thrown over an armoured shoulder.

Dread settled into her stomach as the door raised behind her. She was going back, and this time there would be no Crosshair to whisper to in the dark, no friendly face where she could let her guard down and not have to pretend for a few precious minutes. Yet still she could not help but be relieved. Crosshair was free. If the ship was taking off with just her, it meant he was still out there, that the Empire had given up on him. That was worth the pain and the fear, she thought. But hopefully he and the others wouldn’t keep her waiting too long.

Also @foolinapril if you give me your ao3 name i will gift this to you on there <3

#tbb #the bad batch #fanfic #fanfiction #tbb omega #tbb crosshair #tbb s3 speculation

[hawthornsword]

Bad Batch 3x4 thoughts:

I LOVE that despite Crosshair previously complaining that she doesn't have much of plan, she actually does. It's just high on goals and low on actionable steps. The step she has thought of, while nearly crashing to her death flying the shuttle, is to get coordinates of Tantiss so they can go back. Her plan is to rescue her brothers. ALL of them. It's not even a question for her. It's assumed, and she's surprised when that's not everyone else's priority too.

She's such a sweet sweet kid. She doesn't want to hurt anyone even though she can and has and knows sometimes she has to. She's so good.

"Stow it." - sounds like something Hunter or Echo would say, lol. I wonder how often she reminds Crosshair of his brothers.

I love that despite that Crosshair is theorectically the older, more mature, more experienced one, when Omega wants to try something - he lets her try. To try and fail is often how you learn, and she's so thoughtful and determined and eager that she is always working out how to make an obstacle into an opportunity. That is how highly successful people think. Crosshair sees this and gives her the room to try and to fail and to grow, all while his own respect for his sister is growing.

Also,

Omega: I don't want to hurt anyone.

Crosshair, internally probably: I DO!!!

🤣🤣🤣 "a temporary requisition of funds" - you can tell Sid has been her babysitter. She didn't learn everything from her brothers.

"And if you lose?" - Don't worry Cross, that's when you get to start shooting. 🤣

Omega continues to impress me. She was pretty annoying in the beginning of season one, but that's to be expected because she was a little kid. She's grown and learned so much and now she's showing so much maturity. She's not going to compromise her morals just because her scary big brother she wanted to rescue says so. Like yes, practically speaking, leaving Batcher behind is the safe thing to do, but Star Wars heroes don't win by abandoning their allies. That's one of the entire themes of the whole thing. You stick by your friends, no matter what, and that's how you win. She stands her ground.

"My skills are being wasted." Crosshair is willing to let Omega lead I think because he's out of his depth a bit in civilian territory, still used to a straitforward battlefield, while Omega's entire experience outside of Kamino is in situations like this. So despite that the adult should be taking care of the kid in this situation, she's the one who knows what she's doing. But he also points out to her not to waste the advantage he brings to the table, because he knows at this point that she's got a strategic mind and can factor that in in some useful way. They're becoming such a good team I'm so excited!!!!

"All right. Let's try things your way." She's responding to the imperial, but glances at Crosshair to indicate it's his turn to shine. Chef's kiss, 10/10. I adore little things like that.

Release the animals!!!! Yes, good, classic distraction shenanigans! Comeuppance for the villain without the heroes even having to do anything is so delicious. And they even got away with their credits! I'm having such a good time!

Hah, Omega being sassy. She's thoroughly into teenager-hood.

Oh shit the dramatic lighting on that shot of Hemlock standing at the crashed shuttle is gorgeous. Also really enjoy his quiet rage. He's such a good villain.

Poor Crosshair still can't quite let himself hope...

Oh god, that quiet moment of arriving home. That's beautiful.

Wrecker greeting her first, no hesitation, complete joy. And then Hunter following, hesitating. He must be feeling so guilty that he couldn't save his girl, that she had to do it by herself. So, so, proud, but wishing he'd been better so she didn't have to.

Wait, what, NO! I wanted the emotional Hunter Crosshair reunion damnit!!!!

Ugh, okay that was really good. I'm quite happy.

#the bad batch season 3 #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch

[voidandabyssal]

Of the different Gory and Tori’s, whose able to move on and possibly get new datemates or living alone comfortably? Who’s still pineing something pathetic, like honey they don’t want nor need you, stop beating the ROTTING HORSE CARCASS?!?!?

so out of the ones that remain separated, (that's HT, SF, UF) the ones that can get move on are probably Oleander (UF Asgore). He's pretty okay not being with Rose (UF Toriel). The two haven't been together for centuries and he still holds a grudge against her.

He'd still be the same depressed, isolated king that everyone feared in the Underground, but I think he'd act a little more like a bachelor. lol just imagine like the most random of furniture he brought up with him. Fridge unfilled or filled with the most random things (a single lemon takes up the entirety of one shelf, wtf Oleander??)

He doesn't look for romance but I could see him accidentally falling for some cute little human who maybe he meets at the grocery store, who doesn't recognise him and helps him choose which foods to buy for his dinner.

Rose, on the other hand, would prefer to not be in a relationship. Though she would probably go on some casual dates occasionally. A lady has needs, as we all know. But she prefers to, at least for now, focus on providing Frisk the best possible childhood they can have. Once Frisk is an adult tho? wooo boy.

I think you could charm her into liking you. She's into small, cute things, so if you're that then I'm sure she'd be into you.

Hemlock (SF Asgore) is definitely willing to have a relationship. Human, Monster, he doesn't care. As long as they're a good parent to Chara and Chara likes them. That's all that matters.

Hemlock craves the normalcy he once used to have. And having a partner would help satiate that craving. Hemlock also wants more children. Like, a lot, more. So be ready for that lol.

He'd probably end up falling for a single parent, united in their struggles to co-parent with the ex and raise a child in a single household. The two of you would probably grow quite close and happy relationship would spring up from there. (As Dahlia seethes in jealously from the sidelines)

Now Dahlia, on the other hand. While I can't see her actually loving someone initially, I can imagine her marrying again. It would be a marriage of convenience. The Husband or Wife would be a part of some rich Monsters family that Dahlia needs the support of in order to help push against the human government.

Also she needs a new heir to the throne since Hemlock threw her outside his house for trying to make Chara the heir. Sooooo, marriage, YAAAYYY! Hopefully she doesn't find her new partner too annoying.

I think eventually there could be some love that would happen, but it would be a very slow process. Dahlia's a cold and distant woman. She's not going to let anyone in, even if their her partner.

Now there's only one who I could genuinely see never marrying or falling in love again and that's Mirage (HT Toriel). She really suffered in the Underground. First Asgore dies, then Frisk diseapears, never to be seen again, Undyne kicks her off the throne and chases her back to the Ruins, then the famine.

And it's all just too much. Mirage can't handle it, so she falls back onto these harmless little daydreams that help her get by. Eventually she starts to think these daydreams are real, Asgore is alive, and with her, Frisk, Chara and Asriel are all happy and healthy and everyone is still living. Food is plentiful and Monsters are all full of hope and happiness.

Aliza breaks that delusion once she escapes and frees the Monsters from the Underground.

Mirage of course receives medical and mental help and she slowly recovers. Although she never gets over Asgore. I think she'd be more happy to just have Eliza around and maybe after a few decades of recovery, adopt a few children herself.

Though she'd never love anyone more then him.

#void askes #undertale headcanons #undertale au #swapfell asgore #swapfell toriel #swap asgore #swap toriel #fell toriel #fell asgore #horrortale toriel

[acaciapines]

plant meanings!!!! ramble about em!!!!!! I wanna hear it!!!!

he he :3

plants! technically spoilers for the fic i just posted the vine that ate the south, so like, yknow. under the cut!

alright so! i spent. do not even want to know how long to come up with all of these. from the start i knew leafpool was gonna be kudzu and since (as probably is obvious from the title) the idea of kudzu growing over and smothering everything is strongly associated with the american south, the clans are vaguely set there! somewhere in the georgia-alabama area idk. so all my plants. should grow there lol.

and now to copy paste my notes! anything added i'll put in (parenthesis) at the end.

Leafpool: Kudzu (Pueraria montana), smothering imagery—she is smothered and left to die by starclan.

Squirrelflight: The wild strawberry (Fragaria virginiana). There is something to this idea of always being this provider, and how that is taken from her, ex. how this is one of the parents of the cultivated strawberry. Also straw is similar to star <3. (i'll add--literally i just liked the vibes of this also, i tried finding something else but just kept coming back squilf being a strawberry <3)

Mothwing: While she doesn’t actually have a daemon, to hide that she weaves long-spurred violets (Viola rostrata) into her fur, because violets are lesbian flowers and also because they tend to grow near eastern hemlock trees…so, connecting her to Leafpool! (ie. to the forest, aka where leaf is from) Before her brother’s death, however, she wore aconite (Aconitum lycoctonum,)the specific species of which is non-native but grown in gardens in the Americas, and less toxic than some other varieties, so she gets the benefits of not being doubted (who would wear actual toxin in their fur) without like. dying lol.

Hollyleaf: Wood Lily (Lilium philadelphicum) as they’re poisonous to cats and thus get that association, but also in looks you could see them as a star—but not an aster species. She’s the odd one out. 

Jayfeather: Georgia aster (Symphyotrichum georgianum). It’s a rather rare species that used to be far more common as it depends on wildfire-made environments and thus occupies a far smaller range than it once did, like how Jay is sort of hemmed in and stuck by the clan system lol.

Lionblaze: Calico aster (Symphyotrichum lateriflorum). It’s a pretty common aster species with a wide range and it grows in tandem with other aster species—I write Lion as a pretty family-oriented guy so it fits.

and though she was cut from the fic dovewing would have both kudzu (to connect her w/ leaf, and very much show how starclan is now forcing dove to the prophecy and basically stuff i wrote in flightless dove) and Aster quitensis, which is a rare and maybe extinct aster species that is only found in ecuador. my notes here just say "she is not getting out of this alive" so take that as you will.

and for the minor characters who i gave plants...

Cinderpelt: Woodland Sunflower (Helianthus divaricatus) just. Because I feel like it fits her okay. cheerful despite her circumstances, happy to be here, taking it one day at a time.

Brambleclaw: Carolina Rose (Rosa carolina) because. C’mon. The thorns. The association with love. He’s toxic as get out. The story isn’t about that but it COULD BE. (brambleclaw was going to play a larger role but the fic turned way deeper into leaf being the mother of hollyjaylion than i thought it would be so he mostly got cut.)

Firestar: Southern Live Oak (Quercus virginiana), because it's a large tree that works with Thunderclan being The Forest, and also they're like, almost evergreen--they keep their leaves year-round mostly and Thunderclan would like that!

annnnnd that's my plants! wahoo!

#warrior cats #daemon au #daetalk #it was fun! found a lot of Plant Facts #ask

[eriexplosion]

49 & 50!

49. What is the worst possible outcome you think is plausible for Season 3?

Oh boy the 'good' thing about having an anxiety disorder is that I can come up with a dozen of these in about 30 seconds. I think that the most basic answer is that anything that validates the "EVERYONE WILL SACRIFICE THEMSELF FOR OMEGA" reddit view which isn't Plausible to me in the strictest sense so much as I'm aware that anything is possible when it comes to writing taking a nosedive. And it would make them absolutely unbearable if they're right. But honestly any combo of:

Tech dies for real - this isn't just because I want him back either, I just think that it operates against the themes of the show to ask 'can clones be more than soldiers' and then immediately kill off the guy that got the most focus in that. Like you can't ask a narrative question like that and then go "nope actually self sacrifice is what they're good for".

(Less Bad but still frustrating - Tech comes back fully abled and like nothing happened from his massive drop out of the sky, I see the potential for a good story about new disability and I would be disappointed to see it passed up)

Self sacrifice from the batch or any of the clones in general, enough of clones sacrificing themselves we have seen it. So many times. The most interesting thing clones can do right now is live in a world that was not built for them, and to survive when they were never supposed to.

Echo leaves with Rex for good at the end, this family has been split up ENOUGH oh my God. Whatever they do I want them to do it together because I think starting AND ending the show with a fractured team would just be frustrating.

Trying to cram the whole clone rebellion into one season - TBB has way too narrow a focus to properly show the clone rebellion that's been growing, that's something that should focus on all the clones not just this one group.

50. How do you hope the series will end (as basic or as detailed as you want)

Okay so my dream season 3 path: Tech is revealed to be alive but majorly hurt fairly early in the season, Crosshair and Omega are out of Tantiss by the end of episode two or three. Spend the first 6 episodes on these 2-3 groups (because Tech could either be on his own or with Crosshair & Omega depending on where he's been taken post fall) trying to reunite and zip them up in a mid-season two parter, we end episode eight with everyone together again for the first time in ages.

But Hemlock and Tantiss are still a problem and there are still a ton of clones inside Tantiss. If Emerie helped Crosshair and Omega escape maybe she's still in there too? Could be a good way for Omega to double down on We Don't Leave People Behind. Either way, the batch finally takes some initiative and they join with Rex to liberate the clones in Mt Tantiss.

Ideally, the batch all survive (I think it's a weird vibe if they finally take action against the Empire and lose one of them, like, I do not want the show to narratively Punish them for actually doing something lol) and we end the series on a high note of success either with an ending where they do retire to Pabu along with the liberated clones or they have the batch fully join the clone rebellion because there are more clones to rescue and they can't leave any of them behind. They're still fighting not because they're soldiers but because they're a family, and every clone is part of it. (Lead into maybe a more general clone show that focuses on the clone rebellion as a whole as they try to fight the Empire in different ways? They did say this was the end of THIS chapter so I'm hoping there's more clone content on the way.)

I do prefer the second option, there's a bit of bittersweetness to it - they're still fighting, Omega won't be a kid forever and she's giving up more of that limited childhood in order to fight for her brothers, there's always the possibility of something tragic happening to them in the future - but it's an ending that still reflects the theme of being more than soldiers. They're not fighting because they're soldiers, they're fighting for their family and for the life they now know they can have afterwards.

...I just have a lot of thoughts this isn't even half of them but I've rambled long enough. Anyway I want a happy ending so bad.

#eri answers #the bad batch #THANKS FOR THE ASK ❤️

[koffing-time]

@paldean-ranger-brandy I've asked around a bit yesterday, but i couldn't really keep all the info in my head. So, uh sorry about that, but i'll try to summarize!

//headcanon incoming!

//disclaimer: i have very limited knowledge about trees :0

So basically the white forest is a special place in Unova, because it is blessed by landorus. A legendary Pokémon that makes the land fertile and stuff. Idk if you've ever seen a picture of it, but there is a big ass tree right in the middle of the place we call "white forest", which was apparently a small grove of trees like, hundreds of years ago. It was the only surviving thing after a big fight between thundurus and tornadus, two other legendary pokémon, and the humans that lived there prayed to landorus, who answered. And the answer was to jut fuse the few small trees into a big tree? and that made the land around it sort of fertile as well and also bright. Like, i can confirm, it is just brighter there than anywhere else.

[a picture is attached. It shows... a fucking humongous tree. It is taken from far away, as there is a whole forest closer to the ground. The big tree is easily 3-5 times as high as the others. The whole picture seems a little overexposed]

(btw i didn't take that photo, that's from the internet. I also don't remember the tree being so big? maybe that's perspective though...)

Also, the big tree now produces all sorts of leaves and fruit, because it is a fusion of this whole grove. Like, there are Maple leaves, and Oak leaves, and i think hemlock and birch and stuff. I'm not sure tho...

The rest of the forest also is made of mainly like, maple trees, and hemlocks and birch. I think they said something about sugar maples? The people living there are also tapping the trees because they produce an unholy amount of sap. Or probably a holy amount of sap. It's said to still come from Landorus blessing all these years ago.

The people there are kinda supersticious i think. They said something about being especially in tune with nature so landorus doesn't take its blessing away and keeping nature healthy. I'm not sure how that works, but you know, who am i to judge them?

Also the ranger school is there to have the students grow and learn in tune with nature in it' purest form. Like, 110% nature.

[another picture. it's a selfie of Tix in the middle of some trees. Some are indeed tapped. It's hard to tell from the perspective, but some are probably birch trees, the others might be hemlock? The important feature of the picture is that Tix seems just... normal, but the background seems a little bit overexposed. It is just a little bit too bright. The leaves are a little bit too pale, the bark from the hemlock trees is too light in color and the birch trees are almost perfectly white]

btw as proof i was actually there lol

//ooc headcanon as well:

//i think the white forest and black city are a region in unova that is very unstable between dimensions, not unlike the idea the games give. There exist multipe versions of both the black city and the white forest. The fundamental difference between the black city and white forest is that in "one" version, the people tried to return to nature and recieved landorus blessing, in the other, they took the opportunity and develop the land into a city after tornadus/thundurus fight.

//then, there are different versions, of the city and forest, depending on the people living there. In one dimension, they were absolutely 100% in love with nature and the white forest is like, this amazing forest where everything is perfect and bright and stuff. In another, they were bringing more technology and stuff into the settlement, and landorus took away a little bit of its blessing, causing the forest as a whole to shrink, the big tree to be smaller and stuff. In the same sense, there is a black city that is completely made from stone and metal, and one that has some parks and green places, and one that has a lot of them and stuff like this.

//based on your own ideals and stance between nature and technology/society, whenever you enter the area, you enter the version of BC/WF that corresponds to your own views. That means, you can technically visit both the black city and the white forest, but only few people do in their life. (if you visit as a group, you probably find a normal forest with nothing special there, like, some kind of limbo state)

//(take your guess were tix is on the spectrum)

#tix.txt #pokeblogging #headcanon

[minaharkers]

— ocs as poisonous plants

tagged by @chuckhansen & @risingsh0t to use this meikar + uquiz for some ocs

not gonna tag anyone bc i am v late to this lol  

LILLY OF THE VALLEY

This is the poison of giving too much. You feel yourself emptying out, dizzying, discoloring-- until you fear you will fade entirely and wither away. You have always had to give. You never had a choice before. They pluck your flowers for their beauty, they trample your leaves carelessly, they pull out your roots by the fistful and berate you for daring to grow. And now that you have a grove to spread out in, your rhizomes tangle and curl in on themselves. When cruelty is all you've ever known, thriving seems impossible. But the answer is not to make yourself small and offer every lovely thing you are to the world in the hopes it will have mercy on you. The answer is to let yourself dare to thrive for thriving's sake, to grow in the wild ways you wish to-- and to do that for yourself for once.

DOLL'S EYES

This is the poison of unchecked vices. You slip into hallucinations. You are wracked with convulsions. The delirium threatens to overwhelm you. What are you running from? You look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. Each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. If you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. And if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. You deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. Someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. That is the only true way to peace for ones like us. Oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

HEMLOCK.

This is the poison of intense fear. Your body trembles, your flesh burns. Your limbs won't respond to you. You convulse. You can't seem to control the fear. It seems that it has always lived within you. You hesitate, you agonize, and that breeds regret. Sometimes it threatens to overwhelm you, and that frightens you more than anything. But panic is survival mode in overdrive, and something within you knows you must live. Creation seems to be the only balm for you. Perhaps you survive so stubbornly because you have stories that must be told, songs that must be sung. Soothe your stage fright. The path from surviving to thriving is having a good garden to grow in. And you can't do that completely alone.

#ocs #oc: dia #oc: ophelia #oc: caroline

[cryoriku]

we should ask right on back, about the moomoo system and their wols!!

i think i know what you're asking but I'm not sure so im gonna answer both LOL. so the moomoo system is my wol! (1) and my system is tentatively going by the dreamflies collective (2)

1. the Moomoo System is made up of 5 alters, the core being Arkao. (hence why my friends bestowed their system name upon them... arkao->cow->moomoo lolol). Arkao was born in Hemlock (a small coerthan village) but was kidnapped at 18 months by a couple belonging to the minor house Castillon who could not conceive but needed a "biological" heir. over time Arkao came to believe he had always been apart of this family, which was highly controlling and quite emotionally abusive of him. he started out having an "imaginary friend" that was truly an untraumatized child alter, Gils, then later came a persecutor who fawned to the parents/other Ishgardian nobles/the church, Isa, a protector who forced them to flee Ishgard to Sharlayan, Domin, and then finally in endwalker an internal self helper, Riikket. after fleeing to Sharlayan they were discovered by Krile and taken under custody of the Students of Baldesion (since she sensed they had the echo), and that's where ARR begins for them :) they (besides gils whos little and isa whos a few years older) had just turned 18 at this point

2. the only other alter who plays xiv with me is pipit! she has a few xiv ocs, none being wols, but her main & one she plays as is Eo Sul. eo (born rhiannon) was an orphan in rak'tika, raised communally and pretty happily alongside other orphans there. she has a near death experience protecting another kid from a beast and therefore becomes half-pixie, half-mortal! in her halfbeing state she feels scared and outcasted in il mheg but finds a father figure in urianger who had just taken up residence there. over time she grows in confidence and skill in her dreamweaving magic—now she kills nightmares fulltime and manifests good dreams for folk all across norvrandt.

#THANKS FOR ASKING!!! :DDD #cecil speaks #moomoo system #eo sul #not so subtle ao3 link additions i 100% do not expect anything for but couldnt not do it bc i feel like im better at showing thru a story t #than telling

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#5

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Thank you !!!

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#4

For the ask game, I see Ben Solo on my dash and I know it's you lollll

lol that sounds right

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#3

What's your favorite star wars movie? I've realized I don't know and if I really had to guess maybe The Force Awakens or Rogue One...?

Actually it’s The Last Jedi!

I did really like both tfa and rogue one when i first saw them. but when i saw tlj i really got hooked into sw as a whole. i could gush about that movie all day 🤍

What’re your faves?

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#2

ok what kind of farm do you want? animals or lots of fruits and veggies?

Ok so I’m more inclined towards having a garden but while doing my research and with how crazy expensive food is atm I would definitely have chickens, goats, and honey bees with working dogs and barn cats. Having other animals like cows, guineas, and turkeys would be awesome but that would depend on the size of the farm itself.

Lol I started rambling but yeah growing fruit/veggies would be priority.

How about you?

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Comfort Movie(s): Whisper of the Heart, Pride and Prejudice (2005), La Belle et la Bête (2014), Emma (2020), Matilda, & The Dark Crystal,

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Comfort Book(s): Howl's moving castle by Diana Wynne Jones, The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien, Jane Eyre by Charlotte Bronte, Sense and Sensibility by Jane Austen, & The Chronicles of Narnia Series by C.S. Lewis

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