#the seed pods look like sleeping bugs

[prof-peach]

Hello Professor Peach!

I've followed your account recently and I was wondering. What types of Pokemon would I need to run a sucessful greenhouse like yours?! I know that I would obviously need Grass Types and maybe Bug Types, but what others would I need?

Thanks in advance!

From a fellow Grass Type and Nature Lover!

We have several greenhouses on the island, as we specialise in grass Pokemon, so I’ll run though what each has and why.

Seedling house

Set up for young sprouts, both plant and Pokemon based, with some areas shaded with netting, others in full sun. This space needs to be easy to clean, and you’ll find yourself disinfecting between sowing, to reduce fatalities and get the most out of your seeds!

Bulbasaur (potato) a good boy, old as sin now, but his gentle lullaby helps young plants grow, and keeps the baby Pokemon calm and settled. You DO NOT want a whole greenhouse worth of baby Pokemon crying, trust me. He’s stern but patient, and this is why he works well in this space, as he will not tolerate bad behaviour, and raises the youngsters with a firm but kind vibe. His vines are delicate and intricate enough to handle young seedlings, and because he himself is partially plant, he understands the needs of actual plants very well. His age also helps, he’s quite good at delegating and can boss the other workers around, and hold their respect. He has a few underlings he is training to help while he’s away, a sunflora, a turtwig, and a nuzleaf, all of which enjoy the work too.

Lotad, we keep a lot of these, as they tend to come and go. Usually we have around 4-5 in the seedling house at any one time, their broad leaves make them good at carrying things, moving trays of babies, and genrally handling youngsters, and they can usually learn water gun with some training, thus making them excellent at keeping the place well watered (but not too much). Their plant nature means they’re quite respective of small species,and tend not to crush any small sprouts if they can avoid it. They do however hibernate if it gets too cold, so it may be worth employing the help of a more winter tolerant water Pokemon if need be. We swap the Lotad out for Wooper in winter, they are small, not often too hard to handle, easy to find in our area, and kind natured on average.

There’s a old Pangoro that hangs out in this house, often happy to help lifting tables to move and rearrange spaces for new species, or to help do the big spring cleaning jobs each year. His disposition is far mor W gentle than normal, so I’d advise finding a patient, gentle Pokemon, who can do some heavy lifting. It’s always worth having a powerful individual here, as lots of Pokemon look to seedlings as snacks. As a defence, this pangoro works well, and birds and bugs tend not to enter the zone without his watchful eye on them.

A rather old Espeon without a tail likes to sleep in there too, her psychic powers means she can handle threats without big brash movements, and she tends to quietly spend her days just keep guard, and genrally being a watchful eye should the Pangoro mosey off to eat or bathe outside the greenhouse. This is a good example of shift Pokemon. When one is gone, the other is more alert and active as a guard. Never have just one Pokemon to a job, as they too need time out, breaks, vacations and down time to enjoy and relax. It’s too much to expect one individual to do everything.

Youngsters often enjoy a nightlight, so we let the volbeat and illumise into the greenhouse at night, to dance and keep a gentle glow in the area. The young seedling Pokemon are often stuck in pots, unable to move about yet, so they enjoy entertainment, and some are not keen on the deep dark of night outside. This settles them, and these bug types don’t eat seedlings, so they’re often great company.

In winter, we move one of greys charizard in to heat the space and protect the babies from frost. We have around 6 charizard on the island, and they are sometimes well behaved. We have the most calm and maternal in this house, she is a gentle soul, and I’d often not advise others to use this species for this work. A better fit would be Torkoal, known for exuding gentle heat continuously with enough food, or perhaps a Darumaka, Numel, or carkol. They tend to have much calmer natures for fire types, and ambient lay heat spaces well. Frost is a killer for seedlings so this is very important. As a grower, you also end up with infected or sick plant matter (trimmings and such) and the only way to responsibly dispose of that is to burn it. This keeps the risk of spreading infections far lower, and you won’t end up putting sickly, potentially fungus filled material into your compost, and in turn spreading it around. Fire is very important in the garden, in a controlled and careful way of course.

Healing house

This space is half open space, half I solated zones, built for recovery and care. When a Pokemon or plant becomes sick, they need specialist care, and sometimes they can spread their illness to others, so having an area to quarentine them and cure any issues is very important. This space needs to be fuss free, able to be disinfected easily, ideally with drains in the floor (much like you’d see at a swimming pool or something) so you can slosh down some disinfectant and ready the spaces for the next patient. Think of a glass topped kennel, that’s what you’re going for here.

Meganium, (summer) a lovely lady who’s been with me a while now, she’s quite resistant to disease thanks to her variation, and so she’s ideal for working in these kinds of environments. Despite this I would not mix her with a Pokemon who’s seriously sick, she’s more the “nurse” figure of the greenhouse, who oversees everything while I’m away. Her roles require her to be caring, and very calm despite seeing many in alarming states. The Pokemon doing this job needs to have a will of steel, and a strong stomach. Some diseases are quite unnerving to see progress. Keeping a bright outlook is a key component to this work. She’s able to emit a soothing aura, filling a space with gentle scent that can calm, energise, or even put patients to sleep. Her vines make her dexterous enough to hold tools and perform general care tasks like sweeping and watering ect.

I have befriended some Marill, a small pod of about 12, who come and go to help water and keep the place cleaned up. Their jolly natures are great for patients who are isolated while healing, and as they aren’t grass types, many of the individuals inside this space can interact with them, and not risk spreading illness (most of the time). They’re a little more rough and ready than the seedling watering team, but this is ok, as we don’t often keep youngsters in this house. They like to be paid in snacks, but others prefer toys, stories, games, and even tv time. Negotiating a fair deal for everyone is very key here, a Pokemon taut feels cheated will do a bad job. If they’re happy, you’ll be happy, trust me.

Audino, not often a Pokemon I discuss much, and don’t even use in the main lab, as this particular Audino has been trained to deal with grass issues specifically. She flunked out with her old trainer at medical college, so I took her on and tried to focus her in on something a bit more practical. She’s not able to catch a lot of grass issues due to her normal nature, and is a handy healer to have around. She’s actually quite a lazy individual, and is often found asleep in the staff room when not working.

This space will also require a dedicated burner Pokemon, a fire type to remove infected and dangerous tissues taken from infected patients. I often use Valka (vulpix) for this job, as she’s usually with me, and this greenhouse is where I spend the majority of my time, and she’s very efficient.

I advise you not use grass Pokemon so much in this greenhouse, as sick grass Pokemon tend to be more infectious to other grass types. You’ll often find me using normal, ground, or rock types, with strong immune systems, or individuals with calm natures, as this space sees a lot of unnerving things, and needs level headed individuals.

Tropics house

Also known as the hot house, as when you enter it you break into a sweat. Humidity is high, temperature is high, ceilings are high. This is a 4 floor tall building, all glass, planted like a jungle, with varying canopy levels, sunken pond spaces, and dense lush greenery. I also keep my orchid collection here, and you’ll find many bug types are drawn to the colours and smells. This is the highest skill level greenhouse behind the healing house, and I’d advise you try to start with one of the more simple ones firstly, should you be new to this kind of work. Heating this space is done with hot water pipes, and the whole building is lined with sprinkler systems that runs on a timer. Every 15 minutes everything gets doused with a thick, cooling fine mist.

This is where the Queen of my Bellossom clutch hangs around, she’s quite something to see, far larger, with soft pink coloured petal skirt, and a real air of royalty about her. The whole greenhouse respects her as she’s proven her skill as a leader many times, resolving conflicts with reason and patience. She may not be the strongest, but she’s certainly smart, and can lead with an iron fist need be. She is good with visitors, as this greenhouse is public, and open to visitors, unlike the previous ones mentioned above. She is a good overseer, and saves me a lot of time and trouble, fixing squabbles and keeping everyone calm. She is at the top of the hierarchy, and can request help from just about everyone else within this space, and they’ll oblige.

There’s a substantial Tangrowth who chills out in this zone, usually sleeping in a sunny patch at the back, he’s usually left child minding, as many of the Pokemon within have young of their own, and need a good baby sitter. Something that’s sturdy, with a lot of arms to keep tabs in them all (he just ties a vine to them and lets them run riot while he dozes) he can be quite defensive of the young but this is good, as the public spaces are more likely to be stolen from, and as we handle a lot of variants, security is needed. People like to steal young Pokemon when they’re unusual or rare.

Tsareena, a power house, acts as a guard, and works with a couple of Lurantis, who all enjoy the heat and have high prey drives. Should someone try to nab a baby, wade into a dangerous area, or start a fight within the greenhouse, they’ll step in, crushing most things in their path without too much issue. The Lurantis is actually one of quite a few, and should they become overwhelmed, they’ll call the others in as backup. This lot keep the peace physically, and can stop fights (as you don’t want broken glass in this space).

The windows need to be cleaned to keep the light levels high, so we often employ flying or psychic Pokemon to get us up higher to handle this work. I use whatever is around at the time, but often a good ladder will do the trick if you have a shorter building than ours.

Watering is actually done mostly with hoses and irrigation in this greenhouse but we do have one water type who resides within, in a deep pond in the centre. A Dreadnaw, Tobi, who came back with me from Galar quite recently. He’s very docile for his type, so we figured he’d enjoy the calm jungle vibes of this zone. He occasionally wades out to wander around and water things, keeping a close eye on everyone. Their species is renown for biting and aggression but Tobi is rather chilled out, and has taken to being the biggest water type in the space quite well. He shares his pond with a couple of small relicanth, and the odd little water type who comes in out of curiosity, along with a small pod of Lotad. He keeps things very damp, even in the dry corners, and often will listen to grass Pokemon who need extra water, and come over to assist.

No fire type in this building as all damaged or trimmed material should be collected and removed from the area, to be either composted, burnt, or used as cutting material elsewhere.

We encourage bug types in this space for the most part, as they feed other Pokemon, and also pollinate. This space has fruit trees and flowers, so we leave the windows open for whatever may want to enter to look around (and for airflow). The general temperament of the greenhouse is pretty calm, tanks to the balance of staff Pokemon, so if an aggressive bug comes in, it’s soon chased out. causing trouble isn’t tolerated within this space.

This greenhouse is abll about emulating nature, so taking trips to more jungle locations may benefit you here. I’d suggest doing detailed research, and studying established locations before building this zone, as there’s a lot of foundation work to be concidered, like water, piping, irrigation, airration, and light levels.

Desert house

Hot in the day, cooler at night, dry, often sparser in style. Very bright! This is a common space for a lot of variations, and also cacti based Pokemon. We have an array of desert species hanging out here, but also a lot of rock types. This is a petty easy going space, not a lot of water needed, but certainly care none the less.

A heater! We use a Heatmore, who seems to enjoy the general ambience, and is stroppy enough that the cacti Pokemon can’t bully him or get into too much trouble. He keeps the space hot in the winter, and not too cold at night, he will occasionally drop his workload in the summer when the temperatures are high enough without him. We trade him out with a Slazzle from time to time, should he require time out.

Watering is sparse, we call in one Politode now and then to drench the space, then leave it to dry out quite a bit. There’s of course places for Pokemon to drink from, small water features and the odd trough to get a drink from, but the species here don’t require half as much as others, and will happily go two or more weeks without more than morning dew. We tend to keep an eye on things and use a hose when we catch the odd Pokemon or plant who needs a little extra.

Cacturn is the boss of this space, and works hard to maintain a firm level of control over the many little Pokemon who live in this house. He’s old now, with many arms, not just the initial two, standing at around 9ft tall, with very thick limbs. He’s not kind as such but only really shows his mean side if you mess with him or the ones he protects. This is a space that’s open to the public, so we have to employ his power to protect from theft.

This space contains a lot of young alpine Pokemon too, bulbasaur, oddish, and some fun variants of Crustle who have plants atop their backs. There’s a strong nod to those who can handle drought, and so it’s a great starting greenhouse for anyone who’s a little forgetful. We also keep quite a few Sudowoodo and their pre-evolutions here, as they dig the dry air. They also help in creating rockery areas with their attacks and strength, that suit the area and the Pokemon within.

Carnivorous house

Not easy to plan but simple enough to keep. They need boggy conditions, lots of open light areas, and genrally this space is quite wild looking, certainly not tended, and I’d advise you get some waders or wellies for the work done here. Water types and bog Pokemon will love this space, and it should be protected from the frost, for those who do not like the cold.

Carnivine, often found hanging from vines within the space, they have a very particular diet, and I tend to run the tours for visitors to this greenhouse, to make sure no one gets chewed on. There’s quite a few colours and shapes, but they don’t do,innate the space as much as others. Their ungodly shrieking can be wonderful alarms to danger, and I totally advise having a few around, even if only for their comedic value and friendship.

The champions of this space are Victreebell and it’s pre-evolutions. I’ve kept many, and variants are something I research, so you can imagine the amount collected here. They’re very handy in summer should you get large infestations of bug Pokemon anywhere else, as their diet is all about eating other living things, and they don’t like rich soil or plant feed at all. Herd them to the bugs that bother you and let them hunt, you’ll soon have things under control again.

There’s a lot of Mudkip, Stunkfish, Quagsire, you know, mud lovers, and their watery ways can mean you have a lot of Pokemon able to keep the water levels high. This space needs to almost be submerged in water at all times, dry roots can lead to unhealthy buddies.

One thing to note is windows. You need to have access for bugs in this space. The species within have specific diets that Pokemon food doesn’t quite do justice, so allowing them to lure bugs in with their scent, and eat healthy correct diets will lead to far better health for your carnivorous friends.

Extra notes:

Theres the obvious, a standard, sturdy, average grow house. The beautiful basics to all the areas I’ve discussed above. Without just a space to store, to care, to grow, and to keep, none of the beautiful public spaces would look half as good. We have overflow greenhouses for winter, for overcrowding, for if the torterra want to come in, or if we get a large herd of Tropius sent to us who hate the frost. Grass types come in a lot of shapes and sizes, but should a large set come your way, these spare zones come in handy. If you have the space, set a few up, even if they’re storage most of the time, they will come in handy eventually. There’s a lot that happens behind the scenes, so make room for this.

THERE IS NO RIGHT SET OF POKEMON. I mean this seriously, I picked who I knew would suit the work, it’s not right for everyone. Grass Pokemon may have a good understanding of what plants and other grass types need, but you need to find species who are caring and patient. I’ve seen a lot of grass Pokemon who are fighters, impatient, stroppy and even aggressive, and they’d not suit this kind of work at all. You need to pick your team based on their personality, not just their type or species. Take your time and don’t be afraid to switch out their work load, try new things, and test an unusual Pokemon in a job position if you see potential in them. It’s a myth that grass Pokemon will be best for other grass Pokemon. I find I use a lot of other types to handle them, and often bugs will chew and eat at your grass types, so you have to pick carefully. Be clever with your research on this all.

Don’t think this set of Pokemon will take the workload off of your shoulders. A greenhouse needs YOUR time too, you need to throw some tough gloves on and get stuck in, or your team mates won’t feel enthusiastic about the work. Lead by example, work hard with them, weed and sow seed, trim, care for, and be part of the process, and it will feel all the sweeter when plants and Pokemon bloom and grow into beautiful things.

I find if you get stuck, if a Pokemon or plant won’t grow right, or keeps getting sick, take a step back, reevaluate what your method is, and take a look at their home. We forget that every plant and Pokemon has an actual originating location, and if we can emulate those conditions, their survival chances go up drastically! It’s not always easy, so don’t be afraid to google stuff, whip your phone out and have a good scroll around. There’s no such thing as a stupid question, so ask anything and everything.

A cheeky helpful tip, some Pokemon learn sleep powder, and many think that this move doesn’t affect other grass types, which is a pain because this move is very handy when dealing with difficult Pokemon. It in fact does affect other grass types, but only those who cannot also learn the attack. So an oddish can put a Leafeon to sleep who cannot learn the move, but not a Morelull, who can also learn sleep powder.

This was a BIG ONE but we have a lot of greenhouse, all catered for differently, so here’s hoping this helps your endeavours.

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[pumpkin-stars]

Hmm okay HC requests. I saw you write for Ezra and I love him so maybe some enemies to lovers with Ezra? Like your a fellow prospector and you have to share a pod with him when the rest of your team gets wiped out and you can’t stand him but you also find him incredibly attractive? ❤️

My favourite guy and one of my favourite tropes! This also has a splash of mutual pining because I couldn't resist :)

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You never meant to hate him, and he never meant to hate you, but somewhere along the line your interactions went from amicable to frosty to down right hostile. (Around the time he realised he liked you, didn't know how to deal with it, and distanced himself instead of talking things through).

If he wasn't going to treat you with respect - or even so much as acknowledge you, you weren't going to acknowledge him either.

But now? When you're stuck cohabiting in an enclosed space after escaping from a group of crazed moondwellers, the rest of your team decomposing in the dust...

You have to interact. You can't avoid it.

It was "instinct," he tells you, "reachin' for the closest hand I could grab and pullin' whoever it was along with me" because "you know how I hate silence, gem."

And yeah, you do know. Whether it's discussing what to do when you make it onto the Bug, mumbling to himself as he moves around the pod, muttering in his sleep, or regaling you with tales of his past exploits, he's rarely quiet.

It had annoyed you, on the digsite, when he'd spend the days rambling, making his way through every comm channel until whichever teammates were using it told him to shut up, always returning to whichever you were using with a sharp crackle just as you needed to concentrate. With a "careful, birdie," that never failed to make you miss your mark and turn your harvest to goo.

But now? When you actually listen to him? You can see him for the lonely man he is... Talking to fill the silence, to prevent himself thinking on the swirling vortex of shit in his head, to offer companionship to others in a misguided effort to prevent them feeling the same ache...

He's tired when he tells you, right on the edge of sleep when he says "didn't just grab anyone." You look across the pod at him, frowning as he shifts his body to face you. "When they started firing? I wasn't anywhere near you. Gem, I have never felt a panic so debilitating as when I couldn't see you in that moment. I forgot everything I know except how to run, but my gut pushed me to you. I regret that I could only get one other out with me, but I will thank Kevva always that I found you before you were mortally wounded."

"I thought you hated me?" You stare.

"I hated myself, birdie." He smiles, a hint of bitterness, "Hated that I couldn't simply tell you that you always looked radiant under the sun, that every smile you offered made my heart flutter and simultaneously break with the knowledge that they weren't for me."

"You're an idiot." You say it fondly, heart thumping.

"That I am," he nods, "And I will forever mourn the time I wasted being a coward, more so if my apparent hatred for you has tarnished your opinion of me beyond repair." His eyes close, and he turns to lie on his back (you barely hide the wince that follows, knowing his snores will keep you awake when he sleeps just so), "I never once hated you, gem, and I hope you might one day no longer hate me."

"I never hated you either, Ez."

~~~

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[starkeristheendgame]

Tony hadn't been the same since pepper died in a car accident and leaving him with their daughter, morgan. Then everything changed when he and morgan goes to a flower shop and meets florist peter.

I loved this one! Gosh, there were so many ways I wanted to take this. Thank you so much for the prompt, Non! I hope that this satisfies you. I was so tempted to make this a two parter 😅 If you enjoyed this, please consider giving it a reblog! 

TW: Mentions of grief | Grief processing | Allude to depression  SFW

This time of the year always rolls around quicker than he can prepare for it. Her birthday is hard. Their wedding anniversary is harder. But this...The death date...It hits like a freight train, an unstoppable force of grief and nostalgia that if not for Morgan would render him useless. 

As it is, dates outside of Halloween, Christmas and her own birthday don’t really mean much to her at this age, so where he wakes up immediately wanting to go back to sleep for the next week, she wakes up and begins bouncing on his head, shrieking about cereal and flowers. 

“Wh’was ‘ah ‘bout flowers?” he grumbled, rolling away out of the danger zone of her spindly little legs. This was a day of shit-pot luck, though, and no sooner had he settled on his side away from her did a flailing elbow strike him across the temple. 

“Flowers! You left a note on the fridge that said we needed flowers today,” she chirped, planting her tiny hands on his bare shoulder and shaking him with strength no six year old should possess. When his brain had stopped rattling around like a marble in a bean can he grumped and groused his way into sitting upright, rubbing at his temples. 

After Morgan had gone to bed he’d stayed up, drinking the whiskey he’d promised himself he wouldn’t buy and looking at the photographs he’d promised he’d never unbox. It was the same every October 11th, a habit harder to break than being addicted to crack. It left him worse for wear each time, doubling his misery. 

“Alright, bug. Go make yourself cereal. Daddy’s gonna shower and get dressed.” Her bony little heel caught him in the kidney as she scrambled off the bed and he wheezed as he pulled himself upright, staggering into the bathroom. 

Not for the first time, he considered enrolling her in a martial arts class. She could be a champion by the time she was ten, if not just for the fact that all her opponents would be in the accident and emergency room.

He ran the shower too hot and stayed until his skin felt over-hot and numb, and forced himself to dress in a semi-nice shirt and the cleanest pair of jeans he owned. When Pepper was alive he’d always dressed to impress, loving the way she’d tease him or grab him by the shirt to drag him back into the bedroom, but these days the outside world was lucky to see him at all. 

Morgan was on her second bowl of Lucky Charms when he dragged himself downstairs, and she looked at him intensely for a moment. “It’s Mommy’s death birthday, isn’t it?” she asked after a moment and he forced himself to contain the flinch, wandering over to her and soothing a hand over her hair, before he tugged her against his stomach in a hug. 

“It is,” he confirmed roughly. It’d been five years but it was still like rubbing citrus over a fresh wound. He hugged her tighter for a moment, then let her go. “That’s why we have to get flowers today. We have to take them to Mommy’s grave.”

He reached for the lopsided note on the fridge and crumpled it, then threw it in the waste bin. 

Pepper had wanted an ‘environmentally friendly’ burial and had been one of the first people in Manhattan to be buried in a ‘grave pod’, a hemp pod filled with seeds and fertiliser and her body. Over the past five years her burial had birthed a small silver birch tree with a sprinkling of wildflowers at its base. 

The stupid tree made him smile each time he saw it, no matter how much his heart hurt. It was just the type of person she’d been, to do something so out-there and environmentally conscious, even in death. He was smiling now just at the thought of it, a quirk of his lips chased by bitterness as he let Morgan pull him down the street. 

He always let her choose the flower store they went in it, and today she steamrolled other pedestrians out of the way on her mission to reach a gold and blue fronted store that proudly proclaimed itself as The Natural Gallery.

The store front was covered in various bushels and bunches, and even had a small stand full of singular flowers that were clearly left overs or on their way to wilting with a sign say ‘take one and spread some happiness!’

The scent of flora and soil was rich when Morgan yanked him through the doorway, and Tony breathed it in deeply as he looked around. The store’s arrangements inside had been organised like a rainbow, a solid curve of shelves that ran in a horseshoe shape from one wall to the other and behind the service desk. 

Morgan immediately abandoned him to peruse the selection and Tony wandered up to the desk, peering with vague boredom at the unorganised mess that covered the desk as he waited for them to be served. There was a rustle from an open doorway just off to the side, a dull thump, and then what looked to be a teenager came staggering through the open space in a cloud of glitter. 

Tony took a wary step backwards and was prepared to make his excuses to leave when the teenager turned around, and he suddenly found himself utterly disinterested in speaking at all. The young man was a touch on the shorter side but leanly built, with a chiselled face clinging to the last of its baby fat and the most doe-ish set of brown eyes he’d ever seen, shade matching the glitter-dusted mop of curls that sprawled over his temples. 

Pretty. That was the word for it. 

“I knew I heard you guys! Hey, I’m Peter. Sorry about the carnage, it’s a birthday thing,” the young man gasped, shaking off his shirt and bounding up to the desk with energy that could rival Morgan’s. 

“What can I do for you today?” the florist asked, leaning against the counter in a casual pose. Tony noticed for the first time then that he was wearing a women’s style wifebeater, a shirt that proclaimed in glittery pastel letters Nazis deserve to be punched. 

“I uh, I need flowers. For a grave.”

The florist’s cheery face immediately morphed into something softer. Tony hated that so he looked away. Hated the stupid expressions of pity and sympathy that people cast him every time he mentioned Pepper or her death. But when he forced himself to meet Peter’s eye again, it wasn’t exactly pity that he was met with. It was just something...Gentle. 

“Of course. Are there any flowers in particular you know they liked, or any arrangements you had in mind?” the florist was already reaching for a notebook and the sample book as he spoke. Tony glanced over his shoulder to reassure himself that Morgan was still mooning over the pretty flowers, then turned back. 

“Colourful. None of that... Sad, plain crap,” he breathed after a moment, keeping his gaze off to the side. Morgan had found an abandoned flowerhead on the floor and was cradling it carefully in both hands as she waddled towards them. 

“Alright, I think I have an idea for an arrangement. And when are you looking to pick up?” Peter continued, flipping to a blank page in his notebook and immediately beginning to scrawl in slightly messy cursive. 

“Today. Any time.”

The florist seemed surprised, pausing and chewing thoughtfully on his lower lip, but then he nodded and jotted down another note. “I can get something done in half an hour? I’ll just need a $10 deposit, and-- Oh, okay.”

Tony held out his bank card, gaze dropping down to Morgan as she approached the counter. “Take the full cost now,” he instructed blandly as she set the flower down on top of the counter. 

“Mister! This one lost his friends. And his body,” she greeted, pushing the flower across the counter towards the florist, who cast her a warm smile and picked up the flower head with the same careful cradle of his palms. 

“Oh dear, so he has,” he agreed, inspecting the flower carefully. “But that’s okay, because I know of a special job he can do even without a body.”

Morgan appraised him for a long moment before speaking. “Flowers don’t have jobs. They don’t need money,” she informed him seriously, before he turned to look up at her Father with pleading eyes. “Can we get cheeseburgers?”

Weak as he was, he couldn’t deny her anything even when he felt like this, and once the florist had rung up his card and handed him the receipt they left the store and headed to the nearest burger van. 

Morgan chose her customary single cheeseburger with so much ketchup it dripped out of the sides, and they sat down on a nearby bench to people watch as they ate. 

“I think his shirt is right,” she piped up after several bites, and he cast her a weary, wary gaze, reaching out to rub ketchup off her mouth with a napkin. 

“Who’s shirt, bug?”

“The pretty flower man. His shirt said we should punch Nazis. I think it’s right.”

Tony blinked at her and wondered where she’d even learned about Nazis (perhaps he should have paid more attention to the curriculum sheet her elementary had mailed him) before he bit into his own burger, watching passively as a particularly bold pigeon chased after a small, fluffy dog. 

They’d passed almost twenty minutes by the time they threw their wrappers in the bin, and Tony let Morgan tow him along back to The Natural Gallery. 

Peter was ready for them when they stepped inside, despite the fact that they were five minutes early. The young florist was half-hidden behind a large arrangement of colourful flowers that made Tony’s chest constrict when he saw them, and he weakly let go of Morgan’s hand so she could power on ahead to the counter. 

Peter looked over to greet them and seemed to realise that Tony needed a moment, because he immediately began to talk to Morgan about the flowers. 

“The tiny blue ones are called forget-me-nots. Your Daddy didn’t want anything plain, so I used these instead of a flower called baby’s breath, which are tiny white flowers. These big ones are sunflowers, these are roses, and look, here’s the flower you found on the floor!”

Tony forced himself to wander closer. The arrangement was an artful splash of primary colours tied together with what looked like coloured rope, and the slightly rumpled flowerhead had been sewn into the front of the front of the rope, almost like a brooch. 

It was the exact kind of simplistic yet artistic thing that Pepper would have loved, and Tony could feel his throat start to close up the longer he stared at it. 

Peter didn’t do him the indignity of offering any pandering sympathies or well wishes, the energetic florist simply explained the meaning behind the flowers used, explained the rope was hemp dyed with red wine so it was all 100% biodegradable, and gave Morgan a pretty, yellow flower to tuck behind her ear.

Tony left him with a $10 tip for being a ray of sunshine despite the fact that he’d undoubtedly been a prickly, unapproachable customer, and that was the end of it. 

Until a few months later, when Morgan hauled his ass straight back to The Natural Gallery like a greyhound after a rabbit for Pepper’s birthday. 

Her birthdays were probably the ‘easiest’ of all the dreaded dates. It was more nostalgic than painful, and he often passed the day away looking through old memories and thinking of all the birthday plans they never got to do together.

This year, however, Morgan insisted on getting Pepper flowers as a present, and hadn’t even hesitated between the car and her single-minded charge to the florist. Tony was beginning to suspect this was premeditated. 

The store hadn’t changed much since they’d last been here, and the florist was already at the counter with another customer when Morgan barged through the door. 

“Hello again, little Miss. Stark,” he waved at her as she hauled Tony towards a display of pink flowers, and he frowned before remembering his name had been on his bank card and he’d told the florist to hold the arrangement under ‘Tony Stark’. It was painfully obvious Morgan was his daughter, so it was also easy to denote that her name would be Morgan Stark.

Still. The kid had remembered, out of all the names and people he’d seen in the months since.

It didn’t take long for the young man to finish up with the customer, and then the florist stepped around the counter, coming towards them with a broad smile. Tony desperately tried to remember the guy’s name, even as he found himself distracted by the lazy-casual outfit the teen wore. 

His nails were painted purple. 

“Peter! Mommy needs flowers for her birthday!” Morgan shrilled in greeting, and Tony could feel his expression twist. She said it so simply, as if ‘Mommy’ was just at work or home and it made that familiar sinking weight in his chest grow. In front of them Peter’s nose scrunched when he smiled, and he set his hands on his hips in mock thought. 

“Hm, that’s a good present for a birthday! Do you know what flowers Mommy likes best? Or her favourite colours?” The florist - Peter - was just as cheerful as Tony vaguely remembered him being the last time. Tony piped up before Morgan could talk again. 

“Same as last time. Please. Colourful.”

Peter seemed to get it instantly. His cheerful smile took on the softest warmth for a moment, before it became vibrant and lively again as he looked down at Morgan. “I think we can manage that, hm? If your Daddy doesn’t mind you being my assistant for a few minutes?”

“Daddy doesn’t mind,” Morgan answered on his behalf, and Tony found he didn’t have the motivation to argue, standing back and watching and Peter let Morgan pull him all around the store, pointing out every bright and pretty flower she came across. 

Against his own will, something fragile and new began to bloom in his chest. It felt horrifyingly like warmth, like something...Verging on fond.

And it wasn’t entirely for Morgan. 

The florist was a natural with her. He didn’t talk to her like most people talked to young children, infantizing and almost condescending. He listened intently to every word she said and taught her little snippets about each flower she pointed out, letting her touch the petals and letting her tow him around without ever reaching for her first, mindful of the fact that she was not only her own person, but the young child of a stranger.

He allowed himself to briefly imagine what it would have been like if Pepper had lived. If they’d had a son before Morgan, so she could grow up with a doting older brother that would smile at her the same way and indulge her every whim. Another doting family member to wrap around her little her finger. 

“And one for Daddy too!” brought him out of his twisted musings and he looked across the room. Peter stood with a little wicker basket full of orange and red flowers, and Morgan had what looked to be a tulip tucked behind one ear. 

Peter was holding another in his hand, and when he looked up the teen tipped his head a little, arching a brow with a smile that said may I?

He grunted, and while Morgan busied herself with preening in a tiny mirror, Peter crossed the room towards him.

“She’s wonderful. I hope if I ever have children, they turn out like her,” the teen murmured as he reached out and carefully tucked the flower into the breast pocket of Tony’s jacket. This close he smelt like flowers and a refreshing undertone, like clean water. 

There was flower pollen in his hair and his lips were bitten a rosy pink. Freckles dusted the bridge of his nose in the barest hint of colour. 

“She takes after her Mother,” he said it before he could even think about the words, but Peter’s smile remained steady and warm, with none of the usual overly sweet pity he was often met with. 

“She takes after you, too. The perfect mix, I imagine.” And was that... A touch of teasing, maybe? The slightest sparkle in those eyes? Tony shifted under the scrutiny and looked over Peter’s shoulder, back to his daughter. 

He supposed it was true. Morgan had every bit her Mother’s personality, but looks wise she’d taken after him the most. Her dark hair, fair skin and shapely jaw were all his features. 

“She’s better than I am,” he breathed after a moment. She had none of his bitterness, none of his cynical bones. Perhaps it was her youth, but not even losing her Mother had soured her outlook on life. When he looked back Peter was still staring at him, and Tony realised just how close they were still standing. 

Evidently, he wasn’t the only one. 

“Are you gonna kiss ‘im?” Morgan asked from a little way across the shop, and Tony jerked, looking at her in alarm, but Peter simply gave a light chuckle, turning away and moving back towards the counter. 

“Your Daddy is very handsome, but I’ve got to organise these flowers for your Mommy! If I get started, do you think you’ll remember to come back in twenty minutes when they’re ready?” 

Morgan solemnly promised to be back here in exactly, precisely twenty minutes, and immediately demanded that Tony took her to find some juice. Tony held her hand as they walked out of the store, and he frowned down at her. 

“Don’t say things like that again, sweetheart. I’m not going to kiss random people. Especially not on Mommy’s birthday.” It came out perhaps a little sharper than he’d intended, and he bought her an extra juice to make up for the almost hurt way she’d looked up at him afterwards. 

The flowers were just as beautiful as last time. He left Peter with another tip, and tried to ignore how Morgan spent ages telling Pepper’s tree all about the ‘pretty flower boy’ that was ‘her and Daddy’s new best friend’. 

He didn’t have the heart to correct her, and he had the sneaking suspicion that the next time she came with him to get flowers for something, she’d drag him straight back to The Natural Gallery. 

He was half right, as it turned out. Morgan’s apparent adoration for the florist had transferred into a love for flowers, which became a blatant excuse to visit Peter again when it became clear Tony didn’t know anything about plants beyond shoving seeds into the soil of their backyard and hoping for the best. 

“Peter will know!” she announced, after five minutes of the two of them standing helplessly in the plant food aisle of their local gardening store, staring at no less than forty different brands and bottles of plant feed. 

“Honey, he’s just a store florist, he might not know everything about actual horticulture,” Tony tried valiantly, but she would hear none of it, and first thing the next morning she woke him up by kicking him squarely in the middle of the spine and shouting PeterPeterPeter!

Thus, he found himself hobbling gingerly into The Natural Gallery barely an hour after its opening time, grimacing at the early morning sunshine and cradling his coffee, which he’d had to pour into a travel mug because the longer he’d taken to drink it, the darker Morgan’s stare had gotten. 

“Hi! Welcome to-- Tony?” Peter came up short where he’d popped around the corner, looking surprised to see them. It had been less than three weeks since their last visit, and the teen looked the most put-together Tony had ever seen him, far too chipper for this hour. 

Morgan greeted him with a wave that bordered on violent, and she promptly ditched Tony in the doorway to bound up to the counter. 

“We want a pretty garden but Daddy is useless and doesn’t know anything about flowers, so you have to come to our house and help us!”

Tony shot upright then cringed and reached for his back like an old man. 

“Now, hang on. We never said anything about him coming over,” he warned Morgan, casting Peter an apologetic glance as he forced himself to catch up to his runaway child, giving her a stern look when he finally leaned against the counter. Morgan, unperturbed, looked at him like he was a simpleton. 

“How else is he gonna help us plant flowers? Duh, Daddy,” she huffed at him, before she looked back across at Peter. 

“I want pretty flowers like the ones you have. Daddy bought all the seeds and everything but it still looks plain and boring.”

He was almost offended on behalf of his garden. He had a very nice lawn, thank you very much, and the few flowers that had somehow survived with Pepper being there to care for them still came doggedly back every year. 

“Morgan. You know the rules about going to strange people’s houses and inviting strangers home,” he reminded her pointedly, mock flicking her between the eyes. 

“But Peter is our friend, and you said friends are allowed home as long as I ask and you make sure its safe!” Morgan protested, and Peter cooed. 

“Aw, I think you’d be a wonderful friend, Morgan, but your Daddy is right. But! How about I give you and your Daddy some tips to write down for getting a really nice garden, and maybe you can take pictures when it all blooms and come show me?” Peter’s looked up at Tony when he said it, and Tony found he couldn’t do anything except - somehow - smile. 

God, Pepper would have loved this kid. 

It took Peter offering Morgan a freshly bloomed pink lily for her to fully accept the fact that she couldn’t bring her new ‘friend’ home, but eventually she came around to the idea, and Tony found himself in a surprisingly spacious back area of the store, surrounded by various floristry supplies and flower off-cuts and Peter tapped around on a slightly beaten up laptop, showing them different plants that were generally ‘safe bets’ to have in a garden, fertiliser types and the most common downfalls many a hopeful gardener faced when starting out. 

As Morgan leafed intently through one of the many flower-based magazines laying around, Tony forced himself to speak. 

“Sorry. She gets ahead of herself.” He didn’t need to elaborate on what he was referring to, but Peter just cast him a broad, warm smile, and nudged their shoulders together lightly. 

“Don’t apologise. She’s a delight. I almost wish I was her age again. I don’t mind when you guys come here. It makes the day a little bit brighter. Who knows, maybe one day I might even get to see you smile.”

And Peter more or less embodied the smiley face emoticon at the end of the sentence, grinning sunnily at Tony before Morgan thrust a magazine page in his face and demanded to know what flower was being shown in the picture. 

They left with a stack of print-outs and magazines, and as Morgan sat in the car on the way home she looked across at him thoughtfully. 

“Peter is very pretty.” She probably meant it as a question, but it came out so firmly it sounded like a statement. He let the car roll to a stop and side-eyed her warily. 

Was this her first crush? No, it couldn’t be. She was six. Tony hadn’t had his first crush until... Okay, yeah, no. It could very well be her first crush. 

“Do you think so?” he asked after a moment, drumming his fingers on the steering wheel. She looked at him like he’d just asked her what 1+1 was, and rolled her eyes before she looked forwards again, apparently not dignifying him with a response. 

The next morning she woke him up right at the strike of six, and not even an hour later he found himself on his knees in the dirt of the garden, diligently rooting around in the dirt to pluck out weeds, rocks and to replace no less than half of the dirt with fertiliser from a big, stinky bag while Morgan dutifully moved each and every critter they came across to safety. 

It took him four hours, but eventually every border of the garden had been re-dug, replanted and soaked through with the garden hose. Tony schlepped off to the shower with a groan, almost regretting the outcome of raw dogging his wife, no matter how good it had felt at the time. 

He lathered himself up thoroughly and felt somewhat more alive by the time he made his way downstairs for another well earned cup of coffee. 

To his both his joy and his dismay, gardening with Morgan became A Thing. Twice a week if it didn’t rain they dragged the hose out of the garage and watered all the grass and tiny little green shoots and once every two weeks they both found themselves kneeling in the dirt to painstakingly weed the soil and make sure their little ‘baby flowers’ as Morgan called them were growing unhindered and healthy. 

Perhaps worst of all, he found himself thinking about Peter each time he tended to the garden or watched Morgan chat excitedly to her teachers and friends about all her new flowers and the pretty flower boy who taught her and her Daddy how to have a nice garden. 

He thought of that sunny smile and those bright eyes, the curls that permanently looked like the kid had just woken up and the random assortment of clothing he seemed to just roll out of bed and throw on. 

He’d had one or two hook ups since Pepper had died. Had briefly tried dating before he’d found he hated the differences too much, hated the lingering cloud of Pepper over each potential relationship, hated the way other kisses tasted like betrayal. Yet here he was, thinking about the lips on a kid he’d met three times. 

Almost three months had passed, and Morgan had dragged him back to the gardening store to see if they had any pretty ornaments they could put in the garden. He turned to ask her if she wanted to bunny or the fox when he realised with a jolt of cold panic that she was no longer at his side. He tried to calm himself and glanced up and down the aisle, but she wasn’t in sight either. 

Alright. Calm. She was probably the next aisle over. She knew not to wander off without telling him, but maybe she’d been distracted or he just hadn’t heard her. He set the ornaments down and jogged to the end of the aisle, stepping around the other one. No Morgan. No Morgan in the one on the opposite end, either. 

“Fuck!” he huffed, spinning on his heel. The checkout desks? Maybe she’d tried to find a toilet-

“Tony!”

He spun on his heels and stared as he spotted Peter trotting towards him, hand in hand with one Morgan Stark, who looked happy but a little meek, especially once she met his eye. 

“Hey, Mr. Stark. I’m so sorry, I was here buying seeds and I turned around and she was right there. She said she was here with you and she saw me walking and wanted to say hello. We came straight back to you, didn’t we, Miss. Stark?” Peter asked, looking down at where Morgan hung off his arm like a guilty koala. 

“Uh huh. Because walking off from Daddy without saying isn’t good and makes him sad.” She evidently repeated from something Peter had said, looking up at the florist before she let go of his hand and bounded across to Tony, clinging to him when he lifted her up. 

“Sorry Daddy. I didn’t want to make you said. I just wanted to see Pretty Peter,” she mumbled into his shoulder. 

Peter’s cheeks were pink when Tony looked across at him again, and there was soil under his pink fingernails and dusted on his shoulders. 

He took in a breath. 

“Well... Maybe I can give Pretty Peter my number. Just so next time you run off because he’s better looking than me, he can call me so I don’t get sad, huh, bug?” he ran a soothing hand down her back when she pulled away to grin and him, and Peter’s cheeks looked like hot coals by the time Tony hesitantly glanced up at him. 

“I’d like that,” the florist beamed at him, shuffling sweetly on the spot. “And, for the record... I think you’re plenty good looking.”

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[mewnihistorian]

CCA S1E1

It was the middle of the night and Comet heard rustling down stairs. He grabbed his sword and walked downstairs. “Hello?” Comet said as he walked downstairs. He heard sloshing sounds and saw a cauldron in the fire place, with a tiny person stirring the pot. “No way... that looks like...” Comet said. The person turned around, the same person he’s seen in his dreams before. “What do you think Comet?” She said holding the wooden spoon. “More salt, less salt?” She said. Comet screamed as he put his hands on is cheeks. “AAAAHHHHH!” He screamed, then she had the spoon shoved in his mouth.

Comet woke up with his blanket in his mouth, he then spit it out. “What does that lady WANT?!” Ever since he turned 15 two months ago he’s been seeing images of that lady in his dreams, though that was the first time he saw her clearly. He saw it was morning and decided get ready for school. He put on his red jacket and picked up his shoes when he saw some kind of gunk on the bottom. “What the?” He said as he rubbed his finger on it. “I swear I’ve seen this before.” He then put on a different pair of shoes and headed down stairs. “For the love of-“ Marco stoped when he saw his son. “Corn.” He said. “Your sister ate the whole box again.“ “Um, it could be mom. She’s addicted to that cereal too.” Comet said, entering the kitchen, grabbing a waffle. "No. Oddly when your mother’s pregnant Sugar Seeds revolt her, it’s the only thing she won’t eat.” Marco explained. “Where are they anyway?" Comet asked. “Your sister’s in the living room and Star is in the bathroom.” Marco said. “She’s morning sick again?” Comet asked. “Oh yeah. With Angel not so much, but you... that’s how we learned... so much for the first three days we thought she had some soft of bug..” Marco chuckled. Star then came down stairs, moaning. “Morning all...” She said. “Wow mom, you look awful.” Angel said, popping her head over the couch. “Watch it...” Star said, looking at her daughter. “Bean juice please...” “Come on Star, you know it’s just called coffee, and you know you're not supposed to drink it while pregnant.” Marco said, moving the coffee cup away from Star. “Ugh! Fine...” Star said. “But I do have some good new about our baby, I know what it’s gonna be!” “Come on Star, that is ridiculous.” Marco said. “No it’s not!” Star rebuttaled. “What is mom talking about?” Angel asked, climbing on the back of the couch. “Back on Mewni mew-woman would have a dream that would tell them the gender of their baby, but that’s just an old wives tail.” Marco said. “Is not! I had a dream predicting this one was a girl” Star pointed at Angel “and this one was a boy.” Star pointed to her son. “All dreams have meanings Marco. You should know that.” Star winked at him. “Yeah... dreams have meaning...” Comet said, looking at his waffle. “Um Comet, is there something you want to tell me?” Star said, noticing her child’s face. “Um no. I’ve gotta get to school early!” Comet grabbed his bag and dashed out the door, forgetting his waffle. “Do we believe him?” Marco asked. “Absolutely... not.” Star said. “But if he’s hiding something he has a good reason. How bad could it be anyway?” “He’s our son. Think about it.” Marco said, grabbing the waffle. ……… Comet was walking in the locker area of Echo Creek Academy when he felt something tickling his left shoulder. Comet turned and saw nothing. “Boo!” Solaria said from Comet's right, making him jump. “Ha! You always fall for that!” She said, retracting her tail. “You know you only use that tail for pranks right?” Comet said, painting. “Yeah, and I love it!” She chuckled. Comet headed over to his locker when he was his ex, Rasticore Jr. standing by it. “Hey Rasticore.” Comet said. “Hey Comet.” He said, then handed him a silver spiked bracelet. “I found this at Rex's house. She said you left it after her party last month.” “Thanks. Wait, why did she never give it back?” Comet asked. “I don’t know. She's a Raptorix, they horde things.” Rasticore said. “Well thanks. Hey, were still on to see Eclipsa’s rock show next Saturday?” Comet asked, putting his bracelet away. “Of course!” Rasticore said. “Anyway, later man.” He said, throwing a peace out sign. Comet smiled and turned to see his Solaria smiling. “What?” “You two are so cute together, why did you break up?” She asked. “Because we didn’t make a great couple, okay? Seriously, it just didn’t work out between us. Nobody dumped anybody.” Comet said aggressively. “But we’re still friends.” “Hey, I’m not judging! I’m in love with the spawn of a homicidal genocidal psychopath! Specifically one who wants to kill my family most.” She said. “Yeah I guess so. I mean-“ “But I will judge you for dating Sol's sister. Seriously she tried to behead us all!” “Hey!” Comet said. “You met her too and you had no idea she was planning on axing us! So don’t judge me on her.” Comet then opened his locker. “Yeah, I guess she did seem normal. I mean she looked nothing her mother, but she shares the same beliefs as that fried chicken brained... sociopath!” Solaria ranted. Comet then closed his locker and saw Ashly on the other side. “Someone say fried chicken?” She asked. “We were talking about Mina Loveberry.” Solaria said. “Oh. Well if anyone wants any I have some.” Ashly said. She then pulled her hand from behind her back, revealing a meat leg, she then took a big bite out of it. “Wait, you have fried chicken, but you’re eating a megafowl leg?” Solaria said. “For breakfast?” Comet added. “Hey! Do you know how many calories I burn a day?” She then smacked them on the head with her megafowl leg. “Ow!” They both said. “I need to eat right.” She then took a bite out of her meat. “So why talk about Mina?” “Just talking about my ex.” Comet said. “Oh the one who tried to behead you?” Ashly asked. “Yeah, she definitely takes after her mother. You lucked out with Sol.” She said, pointing at Solaria. “Oh don’t I know it.” Solaria smiled. “What about you Ashly? Aren’t you dating someone from Silver Hill Prep?” Comet asked. “Oh I dumped him. He was a major jerk.” Ashly took another bite. “Wasn’t that like the second one this month?” Comet chucked. Ashly growled and devoured the rest of the meat and hit him on the head with the bone. “Ow!” He said, rubbing his head. Solaria chuckled. “You know you two would make a great couple!” Solaria said. “WHAT?!” They both said. “How could you think that?!” Comet said. “She just wacked me with a bone!” “I know but still, you two just seem like the kind of people who would click!” She giggled. “You two should just give it a chance!” “Solaria, are you sure your brain grew back when your body did after your last shrink?” Ashly said. “Relax guys I’m just joking. Mostly.” Solaria smiled. “Anyway, I’ve gotta met Sol before class. Later.” She then walked away. “Man, can you believe her?” Comet said. “Thinking we you be a couple...” He then put his hand on his stomach as it growled. “Sounds like you need some breakfast. I’d offer you the marrow, but it’s the best part.” Ashly dug around in her bag and pulled out a bag or ribs. “Oops, that my lunch.” She dug around some more and pulled out a bag of chicken patties. “Here.” She handed him a patty. “Thanks.” Comet took a bite of the patty. “I’ll see you later.” ……… It was afternoon and Comet was sitting on his bed listening to his Mirror Pod when he felt something sharp puncture on his leg. “What the-” He looked and saw it was Max. “Dude, what the corn wad?!” He said rubbing his leg. “Would you rather I lick your face?” Max smiled. “Anyway, it’s Friday night! Come on, let’s party!” “I don’t know Max, I just don’t really feel like it tonight. I didn’t sleep well last night...” Comet said. “Oh come on, it’ll be fun!” Max scrounged up next to him. “Come on!” “Max no...” Comet said, lying back down. “Fine. You leave me no choice.” Max said. He hovered over Comet’s desk, specifically his mirror phone. “Max...” Comet said. “Don’t you-” Max then touched his neck to the desk, and floated up with the mirror phone gone. “You’ll get it back after we go clubbing.” “You know your evil, right?” Comet said, sitting up. “Actually the correct term would be ‘devious’.” Max corrected. He then picked up a hat with his horn and tossed it at Comet. “Now geto you butt up and let’s go!!” It was midnight and Comet was heading back into his room, and planted his face on his bed, the light turned on and he growled. “Comet!” Star yelled. “Do you know how early it is? It’s Friday!” She said. “I just needed to come home. I didn’t sleep well last night.” Comet said. “I know.” She said, pulling off his hat. “I heard you screaming. I was already up because this one is already using my bladder like a squeeze toy.” She put her hand on her stomach. “If there’s something wrong, you can tell me.” Comet then stat up. “Fine. Do you regret destroying it? Magic I mean?” He asked. “Oh.” Star said. “Well, there are times I wish I could still narwhal blast. And maybe I was a little hasty, but I still stand by my decision to destroy the magic. Why?” “I don’t know, it’s just my dreams might have something to do with magic.” Comet said. “Maybe. Magic was a pretty big part of our family’s history, and your were raised in a time without magic. It’s only natural you would wonder about it.” Star said. “Yeah, I guess.” Comet said. “But are you sure you destroyed it all? I mean Toffee-“ “Toffee wasn’t four magical Butterflies.” Star said. “It’s gone Comet, all of it.” Star said, then got up. “Now I’ve gotta go pee again. Six more months of this and you’ll get a new brother.” “Which will make Angel the middle child, I heard they can be nasty.” Comet said, then chuckled. He took off his gloves and boots and just went to sleep in his clothes. ……… ……… ……… “....the bond...” A female voice said. Comet opened his eyes and saw nothing. He felt he was in some kind of liquid, and started moving around. “...sew the...” the voice said. Comet continued to looked and saw nothing. “...Cleave the...” ‘That sounds like the Whispering Spell.’ Comet though unable to open his mouth. He then saw a glow coming in from behind him. He turned and saw a small yellow flickering light, moving closer to him. “Start the magic.” It said clearly. Before he even realized it he was putting his hand out. He then grabbed it, and it burned. Comet screamed an bubbles flew out of his mouth. He then felt himself become weightless, and then he head was above whatever he was in. He took deep breaths realized where he was... the Pit. He swam to the edge and climbed out and spat out the goo. He turned and saw the remains of the old Britta's Tacos hut, where the old Earth Well was. “This wasn’t a dream.” He looked closer at the goop and realized it was the same as the stuff on his shoes earlier. “I must have come here... before...” Comet put his hands on his cheeks and started to panic. “I can’t tell mom and dad... or anyone...” As he pulled his hands away and the goo was removed from his cheeks, and slightest of glows was fading away. He then got up and ran off, not seeing a slight glow rising then fading away from the center of the Pit.

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[sweetness47]

Gifts from the Sea

Pairing Merman! Sam x Human! Reader

Warnings: smut, sex, language etc...MATURE 18+ READERS ONLY

Chapter 1

She didn’t know what drew her out to the beach so late at night. The entire shore was deserted, not a soul remained, save some gulls looking for a meal. She loved the peace and quiet, the feeling that she had the entire place to herself. She loved the sand between her toes, and she loved the cool water as it lapped against her feet. The hem of the floral maxi dress grew damp as the waves gently washed ashore, but she didn’t mind.

The ocean itself seemed almost magical, gleaming against the bright moonlight. If she listened close enough, she could imagine hearing the splashing and gentle callings of pods of dolphins and orcas. It was beautiful and soothing. It was a vacation, one she fully intended to make good use of, and find herself once more. Between school and work and having no fucking idea what she was going to do with her life, she needed to relax, and decide what path she wanted to take.

Her thoughts had her in almost a trance like state, so when she accidently bumped into a wall…no a person, she screamed, and would have fallen backward into the ocean had it not been for a pair of strong arms grabbing her and helping her regain her footing.

The arms belonged to the most beautiful man she’d ever laid eyes on. He looked like he’d been sculpted from the finest marble, his bare torso and abs had her drooling. And those eyes! Hazel with a hint of green, mesmerizing and so intense. His silky brown locks fell haphazardly around his perfectly chiseled jaw.

All her senses flew out the window when he brushed his hand against her cheek, tilting her face up to meet his. His lips brushed over hers, as if asking, testing, waiting to see if she would accept his invitation.

Her hormones were in overdrive the moment she’d bumped into him, so when he silently asked, she wrapped her arms around his neck, desperate for more, pressing her lips hard against his in response. He seemed to growl, pulling her tight against him as he ravaged her lips, then down her neck, over her chin, down the valley between her breasts. She clung to him, panting, her moans urging him further.

Gently he lowered her to the sand, and she was powerless to resist. Any rationality she might have had left disappeared once he kissed her. Her core ached for him, her hips thrusting against his, begging for more. She was barely aware of her subconscious thoughts that she’d never done this before, but she honestly didn’t care. If she was going to give her virginity to anyone, she was glad it was going to be him.

She felt his hands slip the hem of her dress up, skimming over the soft supple flesh, flicking his thumb over her nipple. Her back arched as she moaned into his kisses. Then he was removing her clothing, including her panties. It was only then she realized that he’d not been wearing any clothing.

She still didn’t care. She only wanted this moment, with this man, here and now. Nothing else existed. She felt his hand move between them, sliding down to her most intimate place, finding evidence of the desire that coursed through her. He slipped a finger inside, then a second, his breath catching as he felt how tight she was. She couldn’t find her voice as he started moving his fingers inside her, pumping them in and out, her cries echoing off the water.

She came hard, the orgasm shattering her from the inside out. Then he was lining his cock up with her entrance. He went slow, as if knowing she was new to this, waiting so she could adjust. Then he was inside her. She never imagined it would feel like this, and when he started to move, pleasure gathered at her core once again. His movements were precise, methodical, finding an angle and rhythm she’d only dreamt about. He pulled another earth-shattering orgasm from her before finding his own, grunting as he spilled his seed inside her.

They lay on the sand together, panting, neither wanting to move or speak. Then he withdrew and sat on his knees, his gaze travelling over her, causing her to blush. His strong arms scooped her up and took her to the water to wash off, but couldn’t stop the passion that ensued once they were submersed. He made love to her once more before taking her back to shore and helping her dress.

She pointed to the small chalet on the cove, her rental cabin for the week, asking him if he wanted to come home with her. He nodded, allowing her to lead him to the humble structure.

Two days they stayed in that cabin, making love, eating, sleeping, and making love again. Hardly a word passed between them, and she didn’t mind. She’d never been more relaxed or happy in her life. He was like a magical drug, nothing else mattered but him, here with her, in this moment.

Reality hit on the third day, when she woke to find him gone. He’d left no note. Just vanished. She checked the beach outside her chalet, finding a few footprints leading to the water, then nothing. Her heart broke, but part of that was her fault, after all, for thinking it could be more than just a bit of fun. But the connection had felt so real, so intense. And it had helped her to relax, so that was something. But she would miss him, his touch, his gentleness. A tear escaped her as she fought the urge to break down. She still had three days of her vacation left, and she fully intended to enjoy it.

The rest of the week went by surprisingly well. Despite being lonely, this by choice as no one else even came close to catching her eye, she shops and sees some of the sites. She soaks up sun on the beach, and though she knows he’s never going to come back, she often walks the soft sandy shore at night, hoping and wishing for him to return.

But he doesn’t.

In the whole, the vacation has definitely provided the much needed distraction she was looking for. Perhaps more than she’d hoped for, smiling as she recalls the first two days. But as for the direction she wants to take in her life, she has made her choice, and that involves business school, Pastry Chef courses, and saving some money. And one way or another, she would make it all happen.

~~

Castiel stared at his cousin. He’d been her guardian since she was 10, and had hoped he’d done a good job of raising her. His wife, Hannah, had been a tremendous help also, although Cas still felt he needed to do the majority of the ‘parenting’.

And for the most part, he had. YN had been a phenomenal straight A student, Honor Roll, and had three scholarships handed to her. She’d returned from her vacation Cas and Hannah had given her for her grad present, stating her intentions for schooling and her business goals.

He couldn’t be more proud of her.

But currently he was concerned. She’d been sick all week, refusing to eat or even go to a doctor. Hannah suggested maybe she had the flu, or maybe had picked up some kind of bug from the trip. But she’d been back for over a month now.

Maybe it was the flu. It certainly wasn’t uncommon, but his gut told him it was something else. He just didn’t know what.

Until Hannah mentioned something, a pattern. YN was only sick first thing in the morning, and was usually snacking at night, any traces of nausea and vomiting completely forgotten. Cas was sure it was just her eating rich foods while sick, but if that was true, it would come back to haunt her way before morning.

Hannah also noticed something else, and upon hearing it, Cas’s stomach dropped.

YN hadn’t used any feminine products since she’d been back from her trip.

What the hell had transpired during her vacation?

Anger simmered beneath the cool calm exterior of Castiel’s face as he went to YN’s room. He knocked and waited for her to respond before entering.

YN was sitting on her bed, wastebasket in front of her full of a fresh batch of bile. He glanced from the basket, to her, and laid into her, despite the protests from Hannah.

“What exactly happened in Greece? And don’t give me any BS. I want the truth. You’re pregnant.”

YN’s wide eyes told him she hadn’t come to that possibility yet. Her normally vibrant complexion paled as she absently rubbed her abdomen. “I…met someone? He disappeared after two days. I don’t know his name or where he lives. But I just couldn’t seem to help myself Cas. It was like a magical spell or something. He was like a god. So perfect and so damn irresistible.”

“You gave yourself to a complete stranger?? YN, what the hell were you thinking? And you didn’t use any form of birth control, obviously. I’m very disappointed. I thought I’d raised you better than that.”

She flinched as he read her the riot act. He continued, and it took every ounce of willpower she had not to cry in front of him. “Damn it.” He saw the tears that brimmed at the surface of her soft green eyes. “I’m sorry I tore a strip off you. But, after everything you’ve been through, after everything I’ve done to ensure you become the smart, strong, amazing woman I know you can be, that I know you are. This one thing makes me question if I missed something in your upbringing.”

The tears fell now. Her heart was breaking fast. “Are…are you going to throw me out?”

Castiel softened upon hearing that. He rushed to her bedside and gathered YN in his arms. “Honey I’d never abandon you or throw you out. I’m disappointed, yes, but I’d never, ever toss you out of my home, or out of my life. I’d never forgive myself. I love you. Never forget that.”

She let loose, sobbing uncontrollably onto Cas’s navy t-shirt, mumbling apologies and promising to never disappoint him again.

~~

Sam had to return to the water, otherwise his skin would dry out. He should have woken her, but she was sleeping so peacefully, he didn’t have the heart. Besides, he was planning to return. He just needed to check in with his family and then he’d be back in her arms.

“Where have you been? Do you have any idea how much worry and grief you caused everyone?”

Sam rolled his eyes at his father and brother. He’d known before he even went to the surface that it was forbidden, especially in areas where humans were known to frequent. But that night, for whatever reason, he’d felt a pull, unlike anything he’d ever experienced, drawing him out of the water so late at night.

Then he’d seen her. And he knew right away what the pull was.

“I just wanted to explore. Besides, since when is this an issue? Dean goes out all the time, sometimes for more than a couple of days. You never berate him. So I disappear for two fucking days and everyone goes berserk? What the actual fuck?” He couldn’t tell them yet. Especially his father.

His tail bristled in vibrant shades of hazel and green, to match the fury in his eyes. He hated being treated like a child. He was 21, plenty old enough to do whatever the fuck he wanted. Hell, he wasn’t even first in line for the throne, Dean was.

He wasn’t some guppy who needed constant coddling. He knew the dangers of the ocean, perhaps better than even Dean. He knew the dangers of the human world, what they were capable of. He had encountered sharks and orcas, and had come out unscathed. His speed and dexterity, along with his cunning wits had gotten him out of a lot of potentially fatal scenarios.

He’d visited the human world only a couple of times. That last visit though, that female, Sam had never been so enamored with anyone in his life. He’d had plenty of females here in Atlantis to choose from, but none had ever caught his eye. It wasn’t for lack of trying on their part, females practically flung themselves at both him and Dean. Even his father, widowed when Sam was young, was the target of many single women who’d love nothing more than to bed the handsome sea king.

The human girl had been so enticing, so fresh, so innocent. She had been just as attracted to him as he was to her, no words were needed between them. The magnetism that drew them together had been instantaneous. He had wanted to stay longer, but his skin needed to regenerate in the salty waters of the ocean every 48 hours. What he wouldn’t give to have been able to stay with her, to bring her to his world.

It was possible, or so he’d heard. He knew it was something to do with soul bonding, joining through intimacy and hand-fasting. Personally he’d never put much thought into when he would find a mate, but the instant attraction to the human would make sense if she indeed was his other half.

His father sighed, bringing Sam back to the unpleasant conversation. “I know you’re not a child Sam. But you are still a prince. People can still use you to try and get to me. I just worry, that’s all. After losing your mother…well I just don’t want to lose either of you boys. That would most likely kill me.”

The younger brother ran a hand through his brown locks. “I get it. Really. How about I leave a note next time I venture out. I just hate being cooped up all day Dad. I want to explore, see the rest of the oceans. Swim with pods of dolphins. Watch fish swim along coral reefs, lay their eggs in deep crevices, watch the baby tadpoles hatch.”

“Nerd.” Dean chimed in, earning a glare from their father, and a smirk from Sam.

John shakes his head. “If you do feel the need to go out exploring, at least take a guard with you. I’d feel better if you did.”

Sam rolls his eyes once again, but nods. “Ok. Fine. I’ll take Charlie.”

John opened his mouth to protest, but thought against it. For as much as Charlie was outspoken and somewhat reckless, she was also one hell of a protector. She took her job very seriously. At the end of the day, even the King had to admit Sam’s choice was a good one. “Ok. Just be careful. Please.”

“I will.”

Sam went off to find Charlie while Dean swam up to John, going over the itinerary for the day. He found her in the training grounds, amidst the sea kelp beds and the rock walls. “Hey red, s’up.”

Charlie turned to the voice belonging to her best friend. “Hey beanpole. Where were ya?”

Sam shrugged. “Out and about. Don’t start with the riot act. Dad already got to me first. But wait till I tell you what happened.”

Charlie raised a brow, then grabbed Sam’s wrist and dragged him away from other merfolk, away from the gossips and away from the guards.

“Ok spill Sam. What the fuck did you do?”

Sam looked around their secret cove, making sure they weren’t followed. “I went to the surface.”

Her eyes widened. “Fuck! Are you nuts? You know it’s dangerous.”

“I met a girl.”

“What!!!” Charlie’s hushed scream was followed by her shaking Sam by the shoulders. “Now I know you’ve gone loco. What the hell?”

Sam sighed. It was the sigh of a man in love. Charlie shook her head at her friend as he spoke. “She was beautiful Charlie, just walking along the shore in the moonlight. I made love to her, spent my entire 48 hours with her. There was just something irresistible about her. It was like a magnetic force pulling us together. Leaving her was the hardest thing I’ve ever done in my life.”

“Wow. Someone finally catches your heart, enough for you to lose your virginity to, and it turns out to be a human. Do you even know her name?”

“No. We, uh, didn’t do much talking.”

Charlie couldn’t help but giggle at her friend’s embarrassment. “Oh my god. Sam is in love. Quick, call the press!”

“Fuck off Charlie. I gotta go see her again. I want to bond with her.”

Now Charlie’s jaw dropped to the rocky bed below. “Shit. You really have gone off the rails. Huh. Maybe she is your fated mate. I mean it’s not unheard of. But your dad and Dean are going to have a fucking field day.”

“That’s why we aren’t going to tell them Charlie. You need to promise me you won’t tell them.”

“Fuck! You know how much I hate lying to your dad and Dean. I’m going with you. At least then I can’t run into either of your family and be forced to lie. I’ll be your guard instead.”

Sam snorted. “Fuck off. You just want to see the girl for yourself.”

“Maybe. I need to make sure she’s good enough for you.” She said, sticking her tongue out at him.

“We’ll need some human clothes, and currency.”

Charlie nodded. “Leave that to me, Your Highness.”

~~

Sam and Charlie made their way to the same shore where Sam had met his mate. After some discreet inquiries, they were able to discover her name, but not much beyond that. She apparently wasn’t from around here. Charlie felt bad for her friend, and decided on a plan that would hopefully help him find her.

The two friends rented a chalet, then got some jobs so they wouldn’t look out of place. At night, every two days, they would go to the water and rehydrate their skin. The chalet provided the perfect location to get away with ducking in and out under the cover of darkness without a lot of prying eyes.

Charlie eventually acquired a laptop and with some trial and error, figured out how it worked. Then she began searching for YFN YLN in hopes that something would pop up. But with each passing day, Sam grew more and more depressed, fearing that he would never see his beautiful angel again.

#sam winchester #sam x reader #AU

[rjalker]

Monarch butterflies:

Common Milkweed--tall, VERY fragrant white to grey-purple flowers, spreading, easy to clone from rhizome cuttings, not so easy from stem cutting. Big seed pods that contain aproximately 60 seeds. Some baby plants from seed flower in first year, others don’t, but that might be because the one is in a pot and the other is in the ground. Attracts bees, wasps, flies, butterflies, ladybugs, aphids, moths, beetles, and?? pincer bugs????? who liked to sleep(???) in the unopened flower buds????? Should be staked or supported in some way if you’re expecting strong winds. 

Butterfly milkweed--short (so far), not noticably fragrant bright orange or yellow(mutation?) flowers, long slender seed pods, have not attempted to clone yet.

Whorled milkweed--NO idea how tall it gets the plant is still a baby, haven’t gotten flowers yet but they are supposed to be white, don’t know if they’re fragrant, tiny needle like leaves, RIDICULOUSLY easy to clone by taking a cutting, pulling off lower leaves, and literally just sticking it in dirt and watering it. No idea what the seed pods look like.

Swamp Milkweed--medium height so far, but it’s still a baby, supposed to have purple-red flowers but they aren’t open yet so we’ll see, narrow leaves on little sort of S shaped stems, no idea what the seed pods look like, started a cutting in water and another in dirt, not much activity. 

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Karner blue butterflies:

Lupine--giant hand-shaped leaves, uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhh the ones I bought from walmart have all died completely except one which is now really starting to die, tall spikes of pink or purple/blue flowers, haven’t seen any seed pods or otherwise forming?? not sure how you would go about cloning it except MAYBE root division?? I don’t know, I’m guessing.

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Black Swallowtail butterflies:

Carrots--obviously edible, the caterpillars eat the leaves. Can you clone a carrot? I don’t know. Flowers and seeds form in second year. Will the carrot regrow its leaves after caterpillars eat them all? I would guess so.

Dill--no idea the seeds I planted did not grow, could probably be cloned in water, no idea.

#Randomness #Rjalker trains its gardening skill

[marithlizard]

Title: A Time To Every Purpose Chapter: 3/5 Fandom: RWBY Chapter 1 Chapter 2 AO3 link The other question in the back of her mind was now shifting from "Why aren't you dead?"  towards "Were you dead?"

It was late afternoon before Soleil found them.

Iris kept on throwing herself at the overgrowth like some kind of avenging garden angel. "We might be here for a while," she said.  "And we'll get tired of gourd, and I - I need to stay busy."

Which left Crystal with the job of talking to - not the thing, she couldn't call him that anymore, she told herself.  The old man.  Their host.

He huddled on the floor of the cabin, never leaving that one spot in front of the door.  When Crystal hobbled over to sit nearby, right after breakfast,  he stared at her so piercingly that she flinched and dropped the canteen.  She barely managed to catch it before all the water spilled out.  If Iris had stopped to notice the clever little mechanism to hold the lid shut...oh well.   She squashed down annoyance with the swiftness of habit.  

When she looked back, he was huddled in a different shape than before, hugging his knees and watching the pile of shredded vines next to Iris grow ever larger.   Crystal made herself study him as she would any newly-met and potentially dangerous stranger:  frail and thin, even more skeletal than their father had been at the end.  Brown eyes that seemed clearer and more human in the morning light.  The unkempt hair and beard could've sheltered entire bird families.  This man wasn't at all well, and yet...she knew the stench of sickbed and deathbed, and could make a guess about long imprisonment.    But there was only a faint musty smell here.  And remarkably little dirt.  In fact he was cleaner than half the men she'd known back home.  

Some lucky people had powers, she knew.  The settlement's guardian warrior could call up a blue crackling shield around him in battle;  his "Semblance", he called it.  But what power could explain these contradictions? 

She couldn't ask "why aren't you dead", and she had to say something.  "Is it really all right for us to be here?" Please don't kill us in our sleep.

Without turning his head he rasped, "It is.  But why are you here?"

"The caravan we were with got attacked, and...we were really lucky.  I only hope my other sisters were too."  She didn't let her voice shake.

"Travel is dangerous, then,"  he mused, as though it wasn't an obvious fact of life.   "Why have you chosen to risk it?"

They'd been asked the same thing a dozen times in the last week.  Crystal gave him the same answer she'd given Kane and the caravan traders. "The settlement wasn't a safe place for us anymore with our parents gone.  We're hoping the city will be better."

She expected "Why not?"  but instead he said,  "And which city would this be?"

What? "The...city.  There's only one. There's only ever been one."  Was he addled?  She stared at him,. trying to gauge if he was just mildly confused like gran, or worse.   Though he kept on placidly watching Iris, she was able to catch a glimpse of the expression on his face by leaning forward and pretending to stretch her hurt leg. 

He was smiling, just a little.  And then one bushy eyebrow quirked up - she'd been caught - and the intelligent amusement in that smile made her feel about five years old. 

"I need to practice walking,"  she said abruptly, and stood up so quickly that a jolt of pain ran down her leg.  Ignoring it, she limped across the yard.

"Iris.  Iris."

"What?"  Her sister crawled out of a tangle of underbrush, knife in one hand, dirt-smudged and glowing with mid-project fervor.  "There's a whole bunch of different plants surviving down here, herbs and vegetables.  I think vegetables.  Once I get the area clear, I should be able to replant the whole thing.  And we can take some seeds with us when we leave."

Crystal mentally crossed the idea of leaving tomorrow off her list of options. Once her sister got invested in doing something,  she wouldn't quit until she was satisfied or someone set it on fire.  (And she'd never forgiven those boys.)  Instead she said, "He's really weird."

"The bad kind of weird?"

"Probably not," she admitted.  "But he's watching us and thinking and...I don't know how to explain it."   It was ridiculous, but she had the strong sense of being a small creature studied by a larger one.   "He's looking at us the way you're looking at those plants."  

"You want to switch places for a while?"  Iris asked with a noticeable lack of enthusiasm. 

There were thorns in that overgrowth, no doubt, and bugs and snails and old tough roots.  "Not really."  Crystal sighed. "I'll try again.  Maybe if I had something to do with my hands - Any good fiber-stuff in that pile?"

"Try the brown pods, they've got fluff in them.  Or the vines with the leaves like this.  I'll start saving them for you."  Iris bent to plunge back in, then paused. "And Crystal?"

"Hm?"

"You analyze people like that all the time.  You're just not used to someone doing it to you."  Her grin was smug enough to call for hair-pulling retaliation, if they'd been safe at home.   "Now you know how the rest of us feel."

When Crystal returned to the cabin's front stoop it was with a pack full of plants.  The old man pretended to doze as she sorted out stems from seedpods.  At least she was pretty sure  he was pretending.   She poured more water from the canteen into his cup anyway. 

Strip the stems and set them aside for drying, roll the fluff between her hands until it formed a sticky rope.   The rhythms of the everyday chore soothed her mind.  As sturdy, off-white yarn coiled around her drop spindle,  the observing presence next to her began to feel more familiar.  Listening, silent, nonjudgmental.   Eventually, as though the warm sun was relaxing something in her throat, the words began to come out. 

"Mother was always passionate.  We loved that about her, and so did Father.  She would laugh with Soleil and play games with her in the yard while the other mothers were doing chores, because she said we needed fun more than a scrubbed floor.  And she and Russet would make up the most fantastic stories, epics really, and tell us a new chapter every evening.  Whenever any of us got in trouble with the teachers or the priests, she would go charging in to defend us - even if she knew we were wrong.

"When gran died, she took it hard.  But we knew she was going to, and we were all prepared. Father would sit with her and say, "What's one good thing that happened today?" and keep asking questions until she could find something good.   Iris and I took over most of the chores so she could spend more time with Soleil.  Russet would tell stories from gran's life, and repeat all the fairy tales she taught Mother when she was young.  And I kept asking her to help me practice meditation.  She would do it, every time, even though she knew it was just a ploy.  We got through the first year, and her grief eased.  

"When Father got sick, we tried to do the same thing.  We really tried." Her voice shook with emphasis.  "He helped us plan out what to do, even as he got weaker and weaker.  But none of us deep down really believed he was going to die.  And then he did."  Crystal spread out her hands, helplessly, seeing the callouses and small scabs on them.  "Life is cruel and we have to bend with it serenely, like a tree in the wind, that's what the scripture says.  But Mother was like a tree blasted by lightning.

"She cried all the time, and she didn't care that the neighbors could hear.  Even worse, she cried in public.  And she got so angry.   After the funeral she told the priests she'd prayed and prayed for her husband back, and asked them what point there was in faith if the gods wouldn't listen to her.  They tried to tell her about the balance of life and how loss comes to everyone, but she insisted it was different for her.  It was injustice,  Father wasn't old or weak,  it hadn't been his time to go.  

"Everyone stopped talking to us by the second week.  It got hard to buy things at market.  We started to find tokens left at our door, black feathers, dishes of spoiled food.    The priests warned us to calm her down, and we tried, but she wouldn't listen.  She just didn't care anymore.

"And finally, a month after Father's death to the day,  I came back from gathering in the woods and she was."  Crystal swallowed. "She."  Angrily, she wiped at her eyes - stupid tears - and then caught her breath in surprise. 

 A brown, gnarled hand was close to her arm, the long curving nails nearly but not quite touching her sleeve.  She looked up and met the old man's eyes.  They held more sorrow than she'd ever seen in anyone: not an angry sadness like hers, but resigned and patient.   He nodded to her, once, and pulled back his hand.  That was all.  But her throat felt clearer.

"She was sitting in her chair and the cup was on the ground.  Her lips had green on them and I...just knew.   I held her hands and she smiled at me and said the moon, she knew how it broke now.   The Lady broke it when the Lord died, because the world would never be whole again.  Then she started vomiting and.  It was over by the time my sisters got home, at least. That's a thing to be grateful for."  Always find things to be grateful for. 

Crystal took a deep breath.  Almost done.  "When I brought the cup back to the senior priest he didn't even try to deny it.  He told me they gave her a choice and she drank willingly to protect us.   That we should take comfort in knowing she cared about the safety of her family, if not her community.  And that he expected to see all four of us next week,right up front.  I smiled at him and promised.  We started planning our journey that night. "

If he'd said something sympathetic, she might have given in and sobbed.  If he'd said one word about negative emotions, she might've thrown the spindle at him.   But his words were thoughtful, measured, and once again not what she expected.

"Was it necessary? What they did to your mother?"

He said it like it was a genuine question, one he didn't know the answer to, and that halted the "No" at her lips and made her actually consider. 

"I...want to say no."  Her hands clenched in her skirt, and the neglected rope of fluff broke and smeared her palm.   "The Grimm attacked twice that month, and that's pretty typical. But both times they came over the wall right next to our three-house.  We saw the claw marks. Our warrior said they headed right for us, and maybe he was told to say that.  But maybe not."

"Only one warrior to protect all of you?"

"Well, yeah.  We - they're a small settlement, just a hundred or so,  and he was the only one with a Semblance.   The other men stand guard, of course, and help with the small ones.  Anyone can do that.  Even Russet shot a bird-shaped one once, though we kept it a secret.  But true warriors aren't born often, you know.  They say most of them choose to protect the city, that's why it's so much safer there. "

"Do I?"  The look on his face was distant now,  as though he were fitting pieces into some invisible puzzle.  Did she look like that to other people?  "So the Grimm are a severe and constant danger, and your leaders chose to focus on suppressing the populace rather than bringing out their potential to fight back."

The last thing she wanted to do was defend the priests, and yet she had to ask, "But what's the alternative?  Ordinary people can't fight those monsters, not the big ones.  And they home in on negative emotions."  He hadn't said it,  so she would.  "We're putting you in danger by being here.   Even having this conversation is dangerous.  Why are you letting us stay? How have you not been attacked? "  Oh no, she hadn't meant to blurt that last one out. 

Distant amusement.  "Those are large questions.  As a partial answer, I would say that "ordinary people" have more strength and potential than you were raised to believe.  As for myself, well."   His head turned to take in the sky, the garden, the trees beyond.  "I suppose I haven't felt much of anything in a very long time."

The other question in the back of her mind was now shifting from "Why aren't you dead?"  towards "Were you dead?" Crystal didn't think it prudent to ask either one.  She picked fluff out of her skirt and returned to spinning, and they shared a a peaceable silence until Soleil came running up the path and leaped into her arms with a shriek of joy. 

"I'm so glad you're both okay!  I ran and ran and then I tripped and this faunus found me,  Iris there are faunus out there and they're so much friendlier than we were told, he was so tall and he had these cute deer ears that flicked back and forth and antlers, and..."   Soleil paused to gulp a huge breath.  She was perfectly capable of talking like a normal person, she'd done it at sermon and school, but her preferred conversational speed was full-tilt.  

"I want to hear more about this faunus, but get some food and drink in you first and let me check you over," Crystal told her.  Three out of four. They were almost all safe, and Russet had the best chance of any of them.  Please, gods, I said I'd never pray again but please...

Soleil was in surprisingly good shape after two nights in the wilderness - some bruises, a torn and ragged fingernail, and a shallow scrape on her abdomen that someone had already cleaned and bandaged.   Crystal looked the neat work over with surprise. "The faunus did this?"  

"Yes.  His name was Chamois."  Soleil sighed dreamily.  "We spent the night at his place, and he took me here in the morning,  he said his friends saw a fire and it was probably you.  I wanted him to meet you all, but he said no."  Her shoulders drooped.   "I really liked him."

Crystal and Iris exchanged a look. "When you say really liked..." 

"No, I swear, nothing like that!"  Soleil's eyes were brimming pools of innocence.  "Just a little kissing.  Well, a lot of kissing. Mostly." 

The strange part-animal people weren't  allowed in any settlement Crystal knew about, and she doubted the city would be any more welcoming.  And a human with a faunus child...she hoped the deer-man had been sensible as well as kind.  

"Well."  Crystal sat back on her heels.   "We've been all right here so far,  so just stay put, okay?  No going to look for Russet or anyone else. There's plenty to explore here.  And you can talk to...our host."  She moved out of the way so that Soleil could see the cabin with its open door. 

Her flighty sister and the old man stared at each other.  And stared.  And stared, until Iris began nervously, "Sir, this is our sist-" She was interrupted by Soleil bursting into laughter.

"What is THAT?  He looks like a scarecrow covered with snow!" 

"Be respectful!"  Crystal hissed, but it was hopeless; Soleil was already making a beeline for him. She dropped to her knees and they stared at each other some more, closer up.

"Why do you look like that?"

"How else should I look?" 

"Most people cut their hair at some point,"  she informed him.  "And your clothes are falling apart.  Why are you sitting on the floor?  Were you out here all alone? Wasn't it dangerous?"  Her eyes widened suddenly.  "Were you dead?"

Crystal put her face in her hands.  

"Not as far as I'm aware,"  he answered seriously, as though it was a perfectly reasonable question.  "If I was, how would I know?"

"Oh."  She appeared to think about this for a moment, and then shrugged.  "What's your name?"     The prudent thing to do at this point would be to pull her sister back and start babbling apologies.  On the other hand, very few people could get angry at Soleil.  She was like summer sunshine personified.

But she didn't think an answer would be forthcoming, and she was right.  "Hmm. Perhaps you could pick one for me.   And what is your name, young lady?"

Soleil got to her feet, brushed down her muddy skirt, and swept him a  curtsey.  "Soleil, good sir.  Soleil...of  the Vale!"  She twirled around in obvious pleasure at her own cleverness. "I am on a journey! And I am waiting for my sister.  You'll like her, she tells the best stories."

"I look forward to it, then,"  he told her.  "The Vale, then, is that where you are all from? You hail...from the Vale?"   Amusement bright in the brown eyes.  

"Yes!"  She beamed.  "You get it!  I mean, it's just another word for valley, but it sounds much grander.  I think it should be our family name, when we get to the city.  Everyone says we'll need one.  Now, show me around. I want to see everything!" 

"I..."  For the first time, the old man looked slightly taken aback. "There isn't much to see,  my dear."

Subtlety was a foreign language to Soleil, but she was never cruel;  Crystal saw her glance at the tiny dilapidated cabin,  and then at the overgrown yard. "So?  You must have a favorite tree and places to sit, and a rock that looks like an animal or something.  And then we can play hide and seek, you've got the home advantage but I'm very good at it."

He blinked at her, clearly nonplussed. "You want me to...join you outside?"

"Why not? You don't stay in there all the time, do you?"

An awkward silence followed,  broken by another silvery peal of laughter.  "You DO! That's ridiculous!  It's so much nicer out here.  Come on. "  She held out a hand.  

He looked,  Crystal thought, even more ordinary when baffled.  She could hardly believe that yesterday she'd seen a cryptid instead of this gentle hermit.   Was it all due to familiarity? 

Perhaps not. Certainly he looked a little more sturdy after vanishing into the shadows of the dark cabin and returning with an ancient floppy black hat. And his clothes, when he finally stepped across the threshold, proved to have no embarrassing gaps or holes despite being threadbare.   They stayed on his emaciated frame through the expedition to look at Iris's garden progress, an interesting bug in the grass, and several flowers.  At that point Iris vetoed hide-and-seek in favor of preparing dinner, and he sank down on a rock with obvious relief. 

"Sorry about that,"  Crystal said to him in an undertone as she cut up onions and mushrooms.  Thanks to Iris' digging, they had more variety tonight.  "My sister is a force of nature.  If she's a bother, we can get her to back off."  

The old man smiled.  "Not at all, she's quite refreshing company.  Despite all you've endured she seems quite happy."  The tone of his voice made it half a question. 

"Everyone has their way of coping.  Soleil has known since she was very small that unhappiness is bad.  So she is always happy, and does her best to make others happy.  No matter what."  Crystal lowered her voice again.  "She's completely sincere, and yet in a way it's an act. We play along because we're afraid of what will happen when it stops."   

Words she'd held inside for a long time, with no one safe to say them to.  It felt good to hear them spoken aloud.  

The old man just nodded, but it was enough; she was understood.  "And yet,"  he said so softly she had to lean in to hear, "I am grateful for her performance."

She let the tilt of her head ask the question. 

"I had forgotten the sound of laughter."

#marithlizard writing #rwby writing #rwby #ozpin

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New Titans #114

This is it! The last regular issue of this comic that I own!

I guess the changing of the guard leaving Arsenal in charge was the last straw for me. Or maybe the last straw was that Pantha's tail hole on her shorts never ripped so that I could see her butthole. One of those two reasons is definitely why I stopped buying this comic though. This issue is called "24 Hours" which makes me think of Gaiman's The Sandman which makes me think, "Why the fuck am I rereading this shit when I could be rereading that shit?!" Oh wait! I actually know the reason for this! It's because these Titans comic books were stored in a big old regular sized moving box that I wanted to get out of the way! Also I've reread The Sandman and I've never reread this. And since I'll be fifty in a little over two years, I should probably get all of the stupid time-wasting bullshit ideas out of my head now. Any writing projects I can't finish by the time I'm fifty, I'm abandoning. At that time, I'll just make up new ones that will only entertain me and a few other people. So if I've ever said anything in passing about something I was going to do, like finishing the Goggles Futures End story or my Fantastickal Fuck-Fighting Books, you'd better get your vote in now! The issue begins at midnight with Changeling getting his ass beat by a dark silhouette who claims Changeling promised to "end her living days." I don't know who that might be or why this is happening. With Zero Hour beginning right around this time, my comic books might become complete nonsense. I just have to hope the comic books involved in that non-crisis-labeled crisis will have "Zero Hour Tie-in" labels on the front. I probably don't understand what's going on in this one because Marv Wolfman is being artsy. And fuck if I know anything about art! I read comic books for a reason, people! At 1:10 AM, Starfire flies around wondering if Earth is really her home. Yes, it takes six panels for her to ask that question. But she's also being artsy in a poetic way! She uses phrases like "scarlet sea" and "delicious nectar" and "golden skies." It's almost as if somebody scoffed at Marv Wolfman when he mentioned he wrote comic books earlier in the week and he thought, "I'll show them!" Then he was all, "Hey! That issue by that new kid Gaiman was kind of artsy! It had those clocks that showed what time it is and the whole thing took place in only 24 hours and it was all filmed in real time although with all the cuts from one character to another, why did it even fucking matter? Oh wait, it's only 1994! I don't know who Jack Bauer is yet!" At 3:36 AM, Pantha breaks into somebody's apartment. Supposedly it's the person who changed her from a person into a cat or from a cat into a person. But it isn't so Pantha gets to scream in existential angst which is the only cathartic release available to those of us who know nothing has any meaning and all of our clothes need to be tailored so the tail can stick out of them. At 4:10 AM, Dick Grayson proves he's a master of disguise by first being unrecognizable and then being unrecognizable in a different way.

A true master of disguise! He's already showing hints of his ability to be Agent 37 of Spyral.

Notice how the panels are all wonky in the previous scan? I'm sure Marv Wolfman put a note in the script to the artist: "We're being artsy this issue! Art it up!" At 5:20 AM, we finally learn what happened to Deathwing. I don't mean we get an explanation of what Mirage did to him and why he doesn't have testicles anymore. We just see that he's making an appearance so that the audience can go, "Oh, that fuckbunny isn't dead? Great." The silhouette from earlier has dragged Changeling into Deathwing's bachelor pad. She's still just a dark profile but she mentions that Changeling is probably strong enough to accept her seed so it must be Raven. I guess being a demon from a dimension of empaths means you don't learn about the birds and the bugs. Unless this answers a question I'm sure I asked much earlier! Changeling can turn into a female version of any species! And Raven squirts semen because, well, she's Trigon's daughter. At 6:05 AM, Arsenal goes jogging with Bill Clinton. Clinton messes up Sergeant Steel's plans to manipulate the Titans into working for the government by telling Roy that he wants the Titans to be completely independent but he hopes that they'll work with the government. This plot point feels like Marv worked himself into a story arc that he didn't want to pursue any more. It's not like the DC Universe needed another team working on behalf of the U.S. government. At 6:15 AM, Garfield Logan finally gets laid.

Okay, maybe he doesn't get laid. But he definitely comes in his pants.

Do you think Marv Wolfman was in the shower when he thought, "Comic books have 24 pages. There are 24 hours in a day. Hey! I should steal an idea from Neal Gaiman!" At 7:43 AM, Nightwing crashes through a skylight. Just like Batman taught him! I can hear Bruce now: "Good job, Dick! Now they'll have to call Wayne Skylight and Window Repair! Another payday for the Batman!" At 9:00 AM (Eastern Time, Planet Earth, Sol System), Jarras Minion of some planet in the Alpha Centauri system watches his entire race disintegrate before his eyes. Probably a symptom of Zero Hour! At 10:05 AM, Nightwing declares, "I'm not a doctor! I just feel like a doctor!" It's his philosophical explanation for why he doesn't use lethal force. It totally makes sense because Nightwing still punches the shit out of people just like how doctor's love to give shots and cut people open. At 11:20 AM, Changeling begs to remain a virgin. He escapes but he has some missing time so he might also be pregnant. I guess I'll never know unless he starts showing in 24 hours! Or I'm curious enough to go buy some back issues. Ha ha! That was a joke! I have no curiosity. Page 12 is noon, of course! Nightwing has lunch with a detective because Dick Grayson had the fear of Alfred beaten into him about sitting down promptly at noon for the midday meal. Twenty-four hours for Dick Grayson went like this: 9 PM - 4 AM: Risk life with grown ass adult man in bat costume. 4 AM - 8 AM: Sleep. 8 AM - 9 AM: Waffles. 9 AM - 12 PM: Training. 12 PM - 1 PM: Cucumber sandwiches. 1 PM - 5 PM: Study time. 5 PM - 6 PM: Tea. 6 PM - 9 PM: Try to evade Bruce and Alfred as Dick finds a quiet spot to masturbate. At 1:30 PM, Roy has coffee with Steel. The government's final offer to the Titans: the government gives the Titans the Terraist's satellite, an Earthbound base, and money to pay off any lawsuits against the Titans and in return, the Titans promise to consider missions for the United States. What a terrible deal for the government! The Titans can just turn down every mission and the United States gets nothing for their investment. There must be a loophole. Steel reminds Roy, "You gotta decide fast!" As if it wasn't the easiest deal in the world to say yes to! At 2:25 PM (Eastern Time, Planet Earth, Sol System), Jarras roleplays Kal-el's early days. As his world is destroyed (along with some visiting Darkstars), Jarras escapes in a pod called the Omegadrone. It's both an escape pod and a weapon! I don't remember the character Minion at all. Probably because this was the last Titans comic I read for decades. At 3:55 PM, Wolfman reveals that Red Star has taken a job as a mall security cop. And I guess a babysitter as well since Baby Wildebeest is hanging out with him. At 4:10 PM, Roy Harper signs the contract with the government even though he knows it's going to blow up in his face. Fucking leftist comic book writers, portraying the United States government as underhanded, manipulative bastards who don't give a shit who they hurt to get what they want! At 5:20 PM, a bunch of Darkstars are killed by the rainbow spiral that destroyed Jarras's planet. The populace of the planet had been bred to be passive. So I guess the moral of this story is that hippie beatnik pacifists are only asking for trouble. Fucking right wing comic book writers! Well, at least Jarras has learned the lesson that peace is for dead people. The Omegadrone will teach him how to get revenge. At 6:03 PM, Roy thinks he's going to get Wally West to join his government Titans team but he's really going to get Impulse. I know that because I looked at the future roster of this team: Arsenal, Damage, Impulse, Mirage, and Terra. No wonder I stopped reading it! At 7:32 PM, Nightwing takes a shower. Naked! I know that's how most people take showers and I probably didn't need to emphasize it but he also jerks off so maybe I should have started with that.

DC canon: Dick Grayson jerks off thinking about puns.

And after he finishes.

At 8:54 PM, Dick Grayson turns in his resignation to Roy Harper. He's officially off the Titans! Good riddance, ya dumb jerk! If that even is you. Try looking more like Dick Grayson next issue, Dick Grayson! At 9:20 PM, Red Star, Pantha, and Baby quit the Titans as well. Then they go on a romantic road trip which DC apparently didn't publish. There's an advert in this issue for a Green Arrow story arc called "Cross Roads" that the copy compares to Knightfall and which nobody fucking remembers (probably!) but DC never published a Red Star/Pantha team-up?! No, they were right. Just as I was typing that, I was thinking, "Fuck, I would never have purchased that shit." At 10:10 PM, Changeling agrees to stick with the Titans. But he's full of Raven's disgusting seed, so he'll probably just turn on them immediately. At 11:05 PM, Dick and Kory break-up. But not in person! Dick waits for her to arrive to a dinner where he can dump her but Kory knows better and just flies into outer space. I don't remember what happens with her but it's probably super boring. I'm sure she goes home, fights with Blackfire, fights some Gordanians or whatever dumb race always enslaved the Tamaraneans, and then remembers why she moved to Earth in the first place. At midnight, Phantasm arrives to lead Harper and Logan into Damage #6. And then into Titans Zero Hour! Oh. So I guess I do have one more issue of this story arc to read: New Titans #0. I also have a Titans Elseworld Annual in the stack. Plus a Team Titans Elseworld Annual and one more Team Titans issue. And finally, before I can totally move on, Deathstork #0! New Titans #114 Rating: C. The one hour per page gimmick really helps Marv Wolfman clean up a bunch of loose ends to get the Titans ready for a big group change in Zero Hour. Plus he was able to shove in the Minion origin story (which was really just Superman's origin). And I usually give the art a pass even when it's not very good (and I often ignore it when it's great!) but holy Lobo's bulging crotch, it was fucking terrible this issue. It was so bad that I'm not even going to remember who the artist was so that I don't have to feel embarrassed for them.

#New Titans #Teen Titans #DC Comics #DC #Comic Book Reviews

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1.08

ok looks like this time of posting is becoming a theme recently. i didnt want it to be this way but life gets in the way. anyway, we are at the 9th chapter! to recap: last chapter erin fed a drake named relc and an antinium (bug people) named klblch. they turned out to be guardsmen from a local city the bugman, klb, used a pretty high grade healing potion to cure erins hand, which turned out to be from the fish! 

Erin woke up with a big smile on her face.

Actually, she woke up and went back to sleep several times before the sunlight got too bright to ignore. But when she eventually got up and ate breakfast she got around to the big smile.

It came when she was eating more blue fruit and she realized she was using two hands. Erin had to stop and stare at her right palm for a while. She poked the clean, unscarred, uncut skin and grinned.

“Healing potions are awesome.”

She sat back in her chair, flexing her hands. It didn’t hurt. It was amazing how much it didn’t hurt. And she owed it all to a giant ant man and a lizard…Drake. What were their names again?

“Klbkch and…Drake Guy.”

Erin sighed as the memories returned and gave her a hard time.

the pleasure of waking up and going back to sleep a couple times is great 

“Seriously. They were so normal. But apparently I’m normal too. There are other humans around here at least. But leveling? Classes? Am I an Innkeeper? Do I innkeep? How does that work?”

Then she remembered something else.

“I leveled up again.”

Erin poked her chest. She felt there should be some sense of accomplishment from within, but all she felt was vaguely full. But she remembered.

“[Basic Crafting]. Might as well give it a shot. I’m out of fruit, anyways.”

i dont know what crafting has to do with fruit but im excited to find out what sort of fruit based things can be crafted

It was an uneventful trip to the blue fruit trees. As Erin gazed up at the blue fruits she wondered for the first time how many there were left to eat. She counted.

“…Looks like I’ve got a few weeks before I run out. But bleh, eating just blue fruit all the time would be disgusting. At least there’s some ingredients left for pasta if I can find more eggs.”

But what would happen when her small cupboard ran out? What then?

Erin touched the pocket of her jeans and heard the clink of coins. Right, she had some money. But how much was it? And more importantly, how could she spend it? It wasn’t as if she could eat metal.

Grumbling to herself, Erin loaded up with blue fruits. It was getting annoying carrying them all by hand. She dropped a lot of them which bruised the skin and made the fruit taste mushy. So why not try making something?

Erin stared at the ground. She had…grass. She stared at the trees. She had wood. But she had no way of cutting that wood, so it was no good. She stared at the grass. Something in her brain lit up.

“Let’s see. If I take this long grass and tie this knot here…”

Erin hunkered down and started picking the longer clumps of grass and testing their durability. She started tying knots and cutting with the knife. She found she had to focus on her task – she couldn’t just go on autopilot, but at the same time there was a certainty in what she was doing. And in less than twenty minutes she was looking at a basket made of grass.

“Whoa.”

Erin held up the basket and inspected it. It was lightweight, but durable. She experimentally tossed all the blue fruits she’d gathered into it and lifted it. The grass basket pulled downwards, but the woven handle didn’t tear. It was a real basket. Made of grass.

Was it tacky? Yes. Did she feel like she should be dancing with pom poms on a deserted island? Yes. Was that a terrible thought to have? Probably. And should she feel ashamed of herself? She already was. But she had a basket.

And more importantly, she had a plan.

good thing there is a city nearby, you dont have to rely on these food sources. also it seems [basic crafting] is very good 

What could you do with a basket? Well, you could eat and walk at the same time since you had a free hand. Erin cored a few blue fruits and hung on to the seed pods. Then she went looking for eggs.

It took her about an hour before she found another nest. When she spotted the telltale brown shape hunkering in the long grass, Erin stomped over making as much noise as possible.

This time the thing that erupted from the grass didn’t fly away immediately. Instead, the dino-bird screeched and dove at her. Erin stood her ground, reached into her basket and threw a seed core.

She missed.

But the flying object spooked the bird. The giant pterodactyl wavered, and then flew away as Erin hurled more seed cores at it. She laughed triumphantly and rushed to grab the eggs. That was when the bird turned around and flew at her, pecking and trying to bite her. It wasn’t afraid of the seed cores after all.

no the birds arent afraid like the crabs! 

Only when she was sure that the dino-bird had gone did Erin stop running. She stopped and covered one of the numerous bloody peck marks on her arms and back and tried not to shout.

“Stupid thing.”

At least it hadn’t been bigger. Erin had managed to smack it a few times until it stopped trying to bite her face off. But that didn’t mean she’d gotten away unscathed.

Erin hissed as she pressed on another bite. She wanted nothing more than to get some cold water on them. Too bad there were more suspicious rocks in the way. Actually, there were about six of them, spaced out across the grasslands. Well, her trick hadn’t worked on the birds but rock-crabs were a different matter.

On her way back Erin pasted two of the rock crabs with the slimy seed cores when they shuffled at her. They didn’t like the noxious liquid that splashed their shells and retreated with loud clicks. Erin wiped off the foul-smelling juice from her hands and walked past the herd triumphantly.

but its still good to know the seed cores work on the crabs 

It was just past midday when Erin got back to the inn. At least she’d stopped bleeding on her walk back. She made it halfway through the inn’s door, blinked, and threw up.

Erin stopped gagging and retching long enough to stare at the pool of liquefied blue fruit in horror. Then she was sick again. And again.

Somehow, Erin made it to the stream. It was combination of walking fast and pausing every few minutes to throw up that got her there. She didn’t so much as jump into the stream as fall into it and began shivering as whatever was hitting her really went to town.

—-

The next hour saw her kneeling at the stream, gargling water, puking it up, and watching out for the crazy fish. Fortunately, they didn’t seem inclined to get near her. Actually, she saw one swim towards her and start nibbling at the contents of her stomach as it washed downstream. That was gross.

Erin washed her mouth and hands off for the tenth time and felt the shaking and nausea stop a bit.

“What—what was that?”

Erin could only mumble as she stared into the water. She moved her head—not so much out of desire for movement as to watch for the dangerous flat fish.

The fish that had been eating her vomit was floating belly-up in the water. Erin saw the other fish were avoiding it just like they were avoiding her.

“…Poison. Gotta be.”

But was it delicious food poisoning where you got to eat twice, or the other kind that kind made you turn green and die?

“Well, whatever. I feel better now so I’ll figure it out later.”

dont drink too much water, you will barf! also yeah, evil fish arent good 

Erin walked back to the inn as the last urges to puke left her. She’d gotten off lucky she supposed. It had only been an hour or so of feeling terrible. If it was actually serious—

Erin had to stop and smile. Serious? Back when she hadn’t been struggling to survive, oh, three days ago, being that sick would have ended up with her in bed for the next week.

“And I’d have a team of doctors feeding me pills by the pound too.”

She laughed softly. Then her smile vanished. Erin covered her face with her palm.

She trembled.

And then she walked on. It was getting dark. She couldn’t stop just now.

She was in too much danger.

yeah erins mind has probably gone back into panic mode 

The key to distracting oneself was motion. Erin moved around the inn and kept busy. She cleaned the vomit off the floor, washed the plates as best she could with some of the water, helped herself to a bit of pasta and brought out more plates and silverware to the common room. Then she stored the eggs and blue fruit away in one of the cupboards, went upstairs and cleaned a few rooms. She was moving, but really she was waiting.

“They said they’d visit. But did they mean that or are they busy? Either way, I can always make more pasta and save some for later, right?”

She had a pot full of hot pasta in the kitchen and she’d served and eaten her own plate of buttery noodles with blue fruit juice before she realized it was dark. Hopefully Erin stared out one of the windows, but the grasslands were empty. The sky was so amazingly vast, the stars so numerous. It was beautiful, frightening. Erin would have loved to stare at it if she were at home, but what she was really hoping to see were two figures. But she didn’t.

“They must be busy.”

Erin sighed to herself. But it wasn’t that early in the night after all. She could wait.

The young woman sat at the table, her stomach full, her clothes torn and dirty, her eyes drooping. But every few minutes her eyes flicked to the stout wooden door. She was waiting.

as ive said before, those noodles and blue juice sound delicious! 

Relc stretched in his chair in the Guard’s barracks. It wasn’t too crowded in the early evening, most guardsmen having checked out already or begun their evening patrols. Those who remained in the building were almost entirely Drakes, aside from a few tall, furry, humanoid [Guardsmen]. And they were all busy with their own tasks.

The Senior Guardsman cast an irritable eye over at the large, hunched insect hovering over a table next to him.

“Are you done logging out for the day yet?”

“Almost.”

Klbkch made a precise notation with a quill on a sheet of parchment.

“There. I have signed us both out. Again.”

“Great. Thanks. Now, wanna go check on that Human? I hear—”

A female Drake shouted at Relc from across the room. She was nowhere as large as Relc, and she wore chainmail and a sword at her hip as she stomped up to him.

“There’s a brawl in the marketplace. Get over there and stop the fighting!”

“What? Some idiot had to start a fight now of all times? We were going to go back and—”

“Shut up and get moving!”

“…Jerk.”

“A pity. Let’s be on our way.”

“What a pain. Let’s smack some scales-for-brains quick. Maybe we’ll still have time to go to the inn afterwards.”

“You know we will be called upon to go after those who got away. And there is damage assessment, guard detail, investigating any burglaries during the violence…”

“Aw.”

“Do not fret. The Human will not be going anywhere.”

“I know, I know. But I was going to eat more pasta and—”

“Relc!”

The angry shout made Relc wince and cover the two holes on the side of his head.

“Alright, let’s go. Man, I really hate the Captain.”

“Don’t insult her while we are within earshot.”

“She can eat my scales. Let’s go and get this over with.”

“After you.”

oh no 

Erin sat at the bar counter in the inn and waited. All was perfect.

Well, all was sorta perfect. It was at least acceptable. She had a basket of the blue fruits, more pasta in a large pot, and she’d even drawn a fresh bucket of water from the stream. She had very nearly spotless plates and silverware and all in all, she was ready for some guests.

If they’d ever arrive.

Eventually her eyes drooped. Her breathing slowed. She fell asleep while dreaming she was still waiting and awake.

she fell asleep before they could come back. they are late! 

Thump. Thump.

Erin woke up. She raised her head and looked around groggily. It was dark.

Thump. Thump.

Something was at the door. Erin wiped the drool off of her chin and got up from the table. She must have fallen asleep waiting. But here they were. She stumbled over to the door and shivered. It was cold. Actually, it wasn’t just cold. It was…frosty?

The door’s handle was covered in a thin layer of ice. From behind the door Erin sensed something chilling, and she could feel a cold draft blowing from beneath the crack. Or was that the shivering sensation running down her spine?

Thump.

Erin jumped back from the door. That wasn’t knocking. Something was hitting the door. Hard.

“Hey. Who’s there?”

She wished her voice wasn’t so wobbly.

“A visitor.”

Was it a whisper? No. It was more like an echo. It sounded like a loud voice coming from thousands of miles away and it had an unearthly quality to it. No voice could be so deep, so spine-chilling.

“Um. We’re closed. S-sorry.”

The something on the other side of the door…chuckled. It was probably a chuckle. It was wet and gurgling.

“It matters not. I require sustenance. Food. Prove that to me and I shall be on my way.”

Food? As in the fleshy variety? Erin shuddered.

“I don’t have any. Go away!”

“I will not be denied. Open this door or face my wrath.”

That was enough for Erin. She backed away from the door.

“I’m warning you! Come in and I’ll, I’ll…”

dont mess with erin mysterious visitor, she has knives and shes only a little afraid to use them! 

“Do not anger me further. If you refuse my simple request I will—”

She didn’t wait to see what the voice would do. She could guess. Instead, Erin ran to the kitchen. She needed a weapon. A knife, a piece of wood, a spatula, anything.

Erin’s hand had found the handle of a pot when the scrape of wood made her breath stop. She’d forgotten. She’d been waiting for Klbkch and his friend. So that meant—

The door was still unlocked.

Something was pushing the door open. Erin sprinted back to the door and threw her weight against it. She knocked whatever it was back, but she couldn’t close the door fully. It was in the way.

“This is unwise. Your insolence will only bring about more punishment.”

The creature hissed at Erin. She could hear it right outside the door. It was pushing, trying to get the door open. But Erin was fueled by pure fear and she somehow managed to keep the door where it was.

“Mistress. All I ask for is a bit of food. Provide me that and I shall be on my way.”

The skeletal creature reached its hand through the doorway. Something dark dripped down out of its bones. It splashed against the wood and vanished.

“I do not wish to become angry.”

Her hand was on the cooking pot. Her heart was dead in her chest.

“No.”

“No?”

The skeletal monstrosity seemed to recoil. It pulled the door further open and something noxious wafted in.

“A pity. But I will have you provide me with sustenance nevertheless.”

Erin seized the door and tried to close it, but the creature hurled it open. She fell back and stared in horror.

A thing with too many bones and pieces of flesh gazed down at her. It gave off a ghastly smell and crimson light flashed from its eyes.

“Give me what I desire. Or I shall—”

Erin screamed and hurled the pot.

well now we know where the skeleton went. lets hope this goes well for erin! 

thats the end of the chapter btw. im tempted to do the next chapter today as well, but ill stay to the schedule! we shall both suffer for this cliffhanger! 

will erin survive this encounter? will the guards save her from this skeletal monstrosity? will erin beat it up before they get there? will they ever get there? 

see you tomorrow! 

#chrono

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He obviously hates you, Wei Wuxian, why are you so insistent in bugging him? Jiang Cheng huffs, crossing his arms. Wei Wuxian smiles and says nothing. He knows, but he couldn’t help it. Teasing Lan Wangji daily had become some sort of a habit to him, just like eating, sleeping, and hunting pheasants. We’re going to leave Gusu soon, can’t you at least leave a good impression? Jiang Cheng adds an offhanded comment, and just like that, Wei Wuxian had spent his remaining days thinking over it. From offering his room when Lan Wangji would visit Yunmeng to suggesting a trip on stealing Lotus Pods from the lake near Lotus Pier, Wei Wuxian had thought of dozens of ways to say goodbye to Lan Wangji but couldn’t think of one where the top disciple of Gusu wouldn’t reject him.

     He went to Jiang Cheng for advice. When the Yunmeng heir threw him out of his room and called him extra, he thought of going to Nie Huaisang for advice but then thought against it. Finally, when the day came that they had to return to Yunmeng, Wei Wuxian was surprised to find Lan Wangji watching them leave. ❝I’ll take a minute!❞ he exclaims before hurrying up the stairs of the mountain, where Lan Wangji stood like a lion on a pride rock. He missed the look of surprise that spreads across the other boy’s face as he threw a hug around his shoulders.  ❝I’ll wait for you.❞ he says, ❝When you come to Yunmeng we will go pick Lotus Seed Pods together.❞ leaving no room for rejection. But Lan Wangji never came.

The next time they met, Wei Wuxian approaches Lan Wangji out of his own will, the fact that Lan Wangji had bailed out of their promise long forgotten. ❝How is your leg?❞ he asks from pure concern and wasn’t surprised when Lan Wangji showed him a black face as he turns away. Da Shi-xiong! A disciple from Yunmeng calls him, and Wei Wuxian turns around, what did he say? the same boy asks again when Wei Wuxian returns to join the Yunmeng group. He shrugs,  ❝I guess he’s in a bad mood.❞

      More than a bad mood I’ll say. The Wen Sect burned down the Cloud Recesses just two days ago! And Wei Wuxian’s face immediately fell, his expression darkens slightly from the absurd news. Shhh, shhh. Sixth Shidi, you spoke too loud. Aren’t you afraid Lan Wangji could have heard? Someone else’s voice joins the conversation, but the subsequent rambling of voices merely blended in a blurry mix of background music in his mind. Wei Wuxian was too busy looking back over his shoulders at Lan Wangji worriedly. He was surprised to find that Lan Wangji was staring back.

Wei Ying, you really are a terrible person. He remembers the times when any opinions that weren’t from either Jiang Yanli or Jiang Cheng didn’t matter to him. But Lan Wangji’s words cut through his heart as piercing as Bichen could have achieved, shredding every bit of enthusiasm he had only a second before, however unintentional the other boy was. Wei Wuxian shrinks into himself, pulling his legs against his chest as he sat in his own corner, far far away from Lan Wangji.  ❝I know.❞ he says quietly,  ❝I’ll not bother you anymore, Lan Zhan.❞

     Once the beast is dead, he felt his entire world spinning, his body temperature bouncing between extremes, he had almost fallen to his knees when a strong hand wraps itself around his shoulder and pulls him back upright, taking all his weight with ease. Sleep. You are fevered. He hears the same voice that claims him to be a terrible person, the same amount of softness and calmness. Wei Wuxian had never felt so safe before knowing someone reliable was by his side. So he fell asleep, making himself completely vulnerable. Through the haze, he felt like someone was ravishing through his clothes as they stole something. Something MianMian had given him.

❝Lan Wangji! Who do you think you are?!❞ Taking me back to Gusu when you feel like it. Have I no say in anything? His fist balls themselves, his temper flares. He couldn’t remember a time in his life when he felt anger rushing through his head like this. His anger only subsided when he thought he caught a glimpse of water gathering at the sides of Lan Wangji’s eyes. Once bright, golden hues of orbs dulled with a foreign layer of sadness. But before Wei Wuxian could speak up, Jiang Cheng stood in front of him. Wei Wuxian belongs to Yunmeng. He said.

      ❝I have already broken my ties with Yunmeng Jiang so they will not be burdened by me. Everything I do from now will be for myself only.❞ he tells Lan Wangji the next time they meet, deliberately trying to avoid the obvious reason why the other had come. I’m not going back to Gusu with you. I can’t. He averts his gaze when Lan Wangji seems to simmer in silent pity.  ❝It’s best if we don’t meet again as well.❞ he suddenly adds, adding another stab to the wound he is already experiencing. ❝After all, your uncle loathes people like me.❞

Wei Wuxian’s eyes flicker open, shivers vibrating through his body when the feeling of a cold tip against his nose. His eyes meet Lan Wangji’s, now ripe with thirty years of age. The other man holding a Chinese brush, running its head all over his face, smearing himself in black ink. He remembers now: they were spending their time in the library pavillon, chattering away and reading poetry. Wei Wuxian had leaned against Lan Wangji’s table so it was impossible for him to read or write, smiling mischievously. Lan Wangji responded in kind, writing on Wei Wuxian’s face instead. Already half of his face was covered in one verse of a poem by Li Bai.

      Then Wei Wuxian’s mind wanders off, daydreaming as usual. He had started crying when his mind returns to the present. Lan Wangji puts down the brush. What’s the matter? He asks softly. But Wei Wuxian didn’t know how to reply. The words died on his throat, drowned by choked sobs. He flings himself at Lan Wangji, embracing him into a hug and presses his face into his robes, not caring the verse of the poem would print themselves on the pristine white cloth. ❝Lan Zhan, I’m sorry.❞ the words roll on his tongue out quicker than tears down his cheeks, ❝I’m sorry for everything I’ve done. Next time, it won’t be like this anymore. If you want to scold me, then scold me. If you want to take me back to Gusu, I’ll definitely follow you. But don’t leave me, please.❞

     There is no saccharine confession. No mawkish words exchanged. But a soothing pat on his head, and a reassuring Mn, was enough.

#fallenangelmikaela #Answered #twojadesoflan

[ogvegan]

The Hippie Witch of Clan Grady

As far back as I can remember, I've been intrigued by plants. I loved trees and walking barefoot in the grass. I would collect rolly pollies and earth warms just to study them and terrorize my sisters. I loved when the trees would "go to sleep" as I called it in the Fall and my soul would rejoiced when they "woke up again" in the Spring. Even when they would shed leaves from being too hot in the Alabama Summer or when they stayed dormant a little longer than usual when a particularly cold Winter came, I was in awe. I wanted to know why some attracted bees and hummingbirds and why others didn't attracted bugs or birds at all. Why some cried like Willows and why others created flowers like Roses. I wanted to know them all and be near them at all times.

But, unfortunately, what happens to many of us happened to me. I was told what I wanted to do wouldn't make me enough money to live on so, I locked away my fascinations and went after the evil green thing. Eventually, I found the plant that brought me back home: Marijuana. Yes, I know: typical hippie. It took me a long time to start sending up signals of distress. I was 21 when I inhaled for the first time and in that moment, my mind seemed to let out a sigh of relief. I haven't stop pursuing the comforting cloud of the Green Goddess since. 

Meeting the Goddess was in college but starting to grow my own little garden wouldn't happen until I moved back home. I started with ordering seeds and seed pods from seedsnow.com but I was living in my grandmother's house and she didn't really like all of her windows being full of seedlings so, I abandoned it for a time to pursue a vegan lifestyle full time. I made the switch in February 2016 and I've never looked back! 

Now that I am in my own space, I've gotten back into growing my own plants with a purpose: My dream is to become a Vegan Witch who specializes in Medicine Herbs. Woof! I haven't actually written that down anywhere so it's a little liberating to be able to say it! I've also left soil behind for now to learn the world of Hydroponics which I am fascinated with. I guess its the fact that I'm a water sign and it, just like plants, has always called to me. Watch out for us Cancers! We have big hearts and lots of tears and we're not afraid to...well, actually we are but we're still cool! 

Well, I guess that's all for now. I just wanted to introduce myself and start using this site more. If y'all have any questions, please let me know and remember:

Live to your imagination's desires.

Laugh until your wrinkles have wisdom.

Love beyond your human eyes.

 Keep It Green Y'all! 

#Hippie #Cancer Sign #Hydroponics #Vegan #Herbalist #Keepin It Green

[browniefox]

Burn Out The Alcohol

Pro No Evens Production - Burn Out The Alchohol

Another KHRxAAO crossover. Sequel of sort to Not Even Our Dying Will Can Unite Us

Man, ideas for this just keep coming. I’ll probably end up doing another part after this too. Feel free to give me suggestions too :D

This one features flowers as a warning, exposition on flames, and a sky embracing what is his.

Please go check out Against All Odds at @royalflushstories

oOo

“You’re here rather early.”

Matpat looked up as Officer Static entered the building, shrugging off his coat. Matpat nodded at him, tired and nursing more than a small hangover. It had definitely not been a good idea to drink so much at Kjellberg’s last night. Absentmindedly, he rubbed his thumb across a seed pod he’d found in his coat pocket. He’d almost been unable to sleep thinking about what it might mean.

“I need my ring.” Matpat’s throbbing head wasn’t allowing him to think straight enough to be polite. Maybe later in the day, but it’s far too early for ‘pleases’ and ‘thank yous’

“Alright grouchy.” Static chuckled a bit, unlocking the ring vault. He carefully looked over the worn metal jewelry until he found his own familiar lightning ring and Matpat’s sun ring. “Be careful begging for your ring around some of the more jumpy Officers. They might think you’ve gone power hungry.”

Matpat gave a grunt as answer, accepting the black and yellow ring from Static and returning back to a desk. Static chuckled again, locking the vault back up and grabbing a seat until his partner came in, busying himself with cleaning his gun. Mat meanwhile pulled over a small pot from the corner of the desk, sticking the seedpod into the some-what damp dirt. He lit his ring up, and the bright yellow of the sun flame served to aggravate his headache. If the station was so strict about flame usage, he might’ve tried to see if sun flames could cure a hangover, but he resisted the urge.

He let the yellow fire sit in the pot, and for a moment nothing happened. Then, slowly, little green sprouts poked out of the dirt, reaching upwards, surrounded by the flames. Despite his headache, Matpat continued to urge the roots to spread and the stalks of the plants to rise, getting bigger as leaves unfurled from them, greedily accepting the energy given to them. And then, finally, clumps of buds came into being and opened up, revealing beautiful light-pink flowers with ruffly petals.

Matpat couldn’t help but to smile.

This was almost as good as proof that Foxglove had a speakeasy.

“Well those are pretty,” Patrick remarked, wiping down some part of his gun. “Are they for a case?”

“Yeah.” Mat stared at the blossoms. “It’s a rhododendron. They symbolize danger.”

It would seem the mob boss was trying to send him a message.

Too bad for her, he was more stubborn than that.

oOo

“Hey, Tom?”

Tom looked up from where he was underneath a table. It was one of those rare, treasured days where he didn’t have work. And Tom had decided that the best way to spend it was to help out around the Tiny Box. He was currently fixing up one of the tables, the leg of which had been wobbly for ages, before anybody came in. They weren’t quite open yet luckily.

Mark had squatted down beside him, brow pinched a bit in thought, something obviously bugging him. Tom set down his screwdriver and slid out from underneath the table. Mark deserved his attention. Lord knew he wasn’t able to give any of his family members the time they needed, being at work for so much of his time.

“Yeah Mark?”

His brother adjusted his glasses a bit and sat down on one of the chairs. Ah, so this wasn’t going to be a short thing.

“Well, uh, so there was that really big incident a little while ago. You know, the one where those two mobs were fighting, and there were dying will flames everywhere?”

Which could explain just about every single fight going on in Boston on any day.

“Yeah.” He had a feeling he knew where this was going.

“What are they, exactly?”

Tom pulled over one of the other chairs. Yeah, that’s about what he thought Mark would ask. He had always avoided talking about flames, since any mention of the war seemed to cause Mark to put up an immediate wall. But if Mark was initiating the conversation, Tom was more than happy to spend a moment having an actual conversation. It’d been too long since they’d had one.

“It’s sort of like… well, they’re called Dying Will Flames for a reason. They’re created from your, I guess passion is the best way to put it? By how much you love what you’re doing, or fighting for, how far you’re willing to go for it, when you’re ready to throw everything to the wind and die for your cause.” Tom did his best to describe it. The person who had explained it to him had done a far better job, but then again it had been that guy’s job.

“Is there a reason that people wear those rings?” Mark hand was rubbing at his right ring finger, as if imagining one on his own hand.

“They don’t really manifest without them. You sort of… channel? Your will into the ring? I only ever had to do it once, so I’m not really the best to ask about them.”

“Once?” Mark cocked his head to the side curiously.

“What I was told was that the military tries to avoid using flames. At this point, we don’t know very much about them and nobody wants to be the side that starts using them. Especially when you have no idea how much access the other side has to rings. Basically they had me find out my flame and then took the ring back.” Tom could still remember the moment, thinking about his family back home, what could happen to them if things went south over here. About going out into the fray of war and face the very-real possibility of never coming back. And how it would be worth it as long as they were safe. The image of the light blue flame was burned into his mind. The ring had been on his thumb, as they’d made him wear all seven different types at once. One of the guys watching had whistled at the sight, remarked that it was one of the bigger flames he’d seen.

“What kind was it?” Mark’s eyes were looking at Tom intensely, almost unnervingly so.

“Rain.” It had been fire, and yet it’d looked like water, dancing around smoothly. “They’re named after sky-element-things.” Tom quickly added. Mark probably wouldn’t know that.

“Do you… think they’re bad?”

That drew Tom’s attention.

“Bad?”

“Yeah.” Mark was no longer looking at him, eyes somewhere off to the side. “Y’know, since they’re mostly used by mobs and stuff. They’re sort of what caused a lot of the problems here. We’re so ring and flame dense here that there was no other choice than to give the police rings too.”

“You’re right, it does cause a lot of problems.” Tom had seen too much damage caused to this city by flames. Obviously it might be hard to outlaw them right now, but he hoped someday to reach that level. “But I wouldn’t say they’re evil. They’re weapon, definitely. They hard people. But they can also be helpful. Our police force use them to help protect and save us, and I’ve seen what those men have done with them. It’s amazing, stunning even. I’ve seen people brought back from the brink of death, collapsed buildings eroded away to save the people trapped inside. So I don’t think they’re evil. They just reflect the person who uses them.”

Mark was silent for a moment. He was still rubbing his ring-finger, looking at nothing, deep in thought.

(In weeks to come, Tom doesn’t notice the steadily-growing mark on his brother’s hand)

oOo

The kill order rings in PJ’s ears.

And it shakes him to the core.

The Godfather, old and frail, doesn’t seem to notice just how shaken PJ is, how he hasn’t moved, hasn’t breathed since the words left the man’s mouth.

PJ shouldn’t be so bothered by this. Death happens all the times in mobs. Jordan failed in what he was supposed to do. This was the consequences, for both of their actions. But something was stopping PJ from saying ‘okay’, from thanking the Godfather for at least sparing PJ himself, leaving, and shooting Jordan in the head like a horse with a broken ankle. At simply the mere thought of doing so, something deep within PJ stirred in revulsion. It screamed out that he shouldn’t, he won’t do that. He refused to kill Maron.

The Godfather rested his head against the pillows again, eyes closed in exhaustion, unaware of frozen PJ.

PJ stood for a moment more, dwelling on the feeling boiling in him.

Oh.

Wait.

It’s because Jordan is his.

He picks up the pillow.

-

Jordan stands with his back to PJ, shoulders carefully relaxed, hands clasped behind his back. There is a half-crumpled paper in one, and PJ wonders if it’s a final note or a will or a last message from somebody he once loved or loved him to take with to the grave. PJ knows Jordan knows he’s here, but the man doesn’t flinch, doesn’t move, hardly seems to breath.

He knows what is supposed to be coming.

PJ steps forward, and Jordan does flinch when PJ’s hand falls to his shoulder. It’s a whole body flinch, like his skeleton has attempted to escape its flesh prison. His eyes meet PJ’s, and he looks both terrified and resigned.

PJ doesn’t say anything. He holds his hand out, and almost reluctantly Jordan brings his free hand out from his back. PJ drops the ring into his friend’s hand, the cool silver metal with a purple gemstone. It’s scratched up and he’d had to scratch a bit of blood of the side.

Jordan Maron says nothing, and PJ slides the old ring off the others finger.

The Cloud Guardian of the Ligouri Family puts on his new ring.

oOo

Mark would lay awake at night.

He has many worries.

But he’s often dwell on the wellbeing of six specific people.

And he’d wonder why he’d care so much over people he knew could handle themselves.

As something warm burned inside of his chest.

#browniefox writes #khr #pro no even #against all odds #katekyo hitman reborn #sorry potato #not much more than you read #please talk to me about my aus man

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #279

"Phone-calls From The Bunker, Board Games”

[Doc] Has settled down in the bunker and is bundled up in a blanket. It's a bit cold outside, and xe's reading a book. The wind picks up a little and theres a low howling whistle. Xe casts a look at Sammn whose bundled like a burrito and sleeping uneasily. Xe can't see Lie properly in the gloomy space and calls out to her - Lie? How are you holding up?

[Lie] Peeks out of her blanket cocoon, her hair adding a bit more light- I'm freezing my ass off and have run out of reading material

[Doc] Do you want to use my computer? Also, you can sit next to me you know? I won't bite you.

[Lie] Holds out her phone- I'll be fine if you recharge this for me?

[Doc] Gives her a quizzical look- you want me to shock your phone?

[Lie] - Yes

[Doc] Gets up with a sigh. Xe's dressed more appropriately for the weather in hir lab coat and long pants. They take the small phone and recharge it with an audible crackle- what did you do when I was healing up Lie?

[Lie] - I had the laptop that CP gave me, but I'm not sure where it ended up...  Plus I had a conversation with Dolly's angel

[Doc] Slowly- It got broken... Cp fell on it. And Xophiel talked to you? I know he gave you the fire but... you never told me that.

[Lie] - Oh, I didn't?  Huh...

[Doc] He talked to me briefly when I asked him to steal Lj's box and that was terrifying...

[Lie] - Yeah, he is pretty overwhelming...

[Doc] It's really loud out there. It's making me uneasy.

[Lie] - If you need a break from here for a little bit go right ahead, I can keep an eye on Sammn

[Doc] It's not a matter of needing a break. I really don't want to leave you alone. We're out in the middle of nowhere, literally.

[Lie] - Doc, we know that door is secure, I'll be fine.  Besides, I have my pods

[Doc] Pardon me if I stay far away from them. - pauses- Bad memories...

[Lie] - Not as bad as when CP was bit several times

[Doc] The pain in my hearts was worse then the venom...

[Lie] - I know, why don't you run to a store and pick us up some games?  And emotional pain?  Like when...  They?  Died?

[Doc]  Deerheart forgave me. She knew I couldn't help it. And I know it's dumb, but it hurt me that Cp would have left me to suffer. I cried pretty hard over that afterwards... And you want me to get you some video games?

[Lie] - No, like board games or card games, and you know how constipated CP is emotionally, he panicked

[Doc] Yeah.... that's why it's dumb. If I had any inkling that he felt bad about it, it would be different. But I know you're always his first priority.

[Lie] - Even when I'm pissed at him

[Doc] Nods- I almost wish I could give myself that fully...

[Lie] - Why haven't you?

[Doc] small voice- I'm afraid...

-It seems like the shadows in the corners grow deeper at hir words and the wind outside grows stronger as well-

[Lie] - There's no reason to be afraid Doc

[Doc] When I was just a glitch... I would have thought nothing of it. But a Herobrine is different. I almost died last time just from the pain.

[Lie] - We could always do to the server like we did with Flux's, let Deer keep a physical copy with her so she can't be killed off

-There's a bit of a scraping noise as the gale runs the dry branches of a tree along the cement walls outside.-

[Doc] Maybe... I want to protect her. I have every intention of making her real and Yaunfen too if I can when they're old enough.

[Lie] - Well we know Endrea can enter the real world, so it should be possible

[Doc] I'm still doing research. I want to make their transitions as short and painless as I can. I'm working on a special code and - hesitates- well, I'm working on it. That's all that's relevant for now.

Xe scoots close to Lie, hir voice soft- I want to marry her, Lie. I'm just... she was made for me. I want to know that she loves me because she wants too. Not because she has too. I don't know how to be sure...

[Lie] - Doc...  How could you ever think she didn't love you?  I was there when she first arrived, what I saw in her eyes was genuine.  The seed loves you as much as you love it, she is how it expresses that.

[Doc] Is a little taken aback - I know she loves me. I just want to be sure I've earned it genuinely. If she can be here. If she can be free, and she still chooses me...

[Lie] - She will absolutely still choose you

[Doc] Hugs Lie a bit impulsively- Thank you Lie....

[Lie] - You're welcome, now about those games?- She holds up the credit card CP gave her

[Doc] Huffs- You're determined, aren't you? Gonna make me change my clothes and go out in public and everything?

[Lie] - Honestly at this point I don't really care

[Doc] Alright dammit. But I won't be gone long. - Xe stands up to make a portal- You stay right here. Do not go outside!

[Lie] - I'm not leaving this cocoon

[Doc] Huffs and goes out- Good.

-There's a slight crackle as the portal closes and the dark corners of the room seem to entend their shadows ever closer to her. Sammn turns uneasily, mumbling fitfully in her sleep. The icy wind batters the door and it rattles with a slightly rusty sound against the casement.-

[Lie] Spawns several lantern flowers all over the room and after a few minutes is bored again so she sends a simple text to all her contacts, a grand total of two people- I'm bored

[Ever] Pings back - Hi bored, I'm Ever.

[Lie] - I'm baby sitting somebody becoming physical and freezing and it's pretty dark here...

[Ever] I'm pretty much locked in the house while Karla stalks from one window to another with a gun...

[Lie] - I'm stuck in a bunker

[Ever] Okay you got me there. My room is likely less clean but more comfortable.

[Lie] - We've got IKEA furniture and I've claimed every blanket I can...  I hate the cold so much...  If my husband weren't on my shit list I'd call him here to be a heater

[Ever] I'm knee deep in laundry and books. I usually don't sleep in here so it's pretty messy. What did Cp do now?

[Lie] - Well you saw how the front of my house looked, plus he shot his brother and he was already kinda on the shit list for a few other things too. He'd only just gotten allowed back in the bed

[Ever] Wait, I thought you could sit in lava? Can't you just spawn a bucket and pour it into a hole or something?

[Lie] - There was...  But it's currently empty...  And I can only spawn water buckets.  Plus I run pretty cold for a brine so lava just hardens on me when I get out, not very comfortable

[Ever] That's weird. But still really cool. How come you're babysitting alone?

[Lie] - I'm not, but I sent Doc to go and get us some board games or cards

[Ever] Why so low tech?

[Lie] - Nostalgia?  And irony?

[Ever] Chuckles- Fair enough. Is there anything I can do for you?

[Lie] - Unless you can endlessly entertain me, I think not

[Ever] Nah, I'm eyeballing some sex toys myself. Karla is too agitated to play with me right now.

[Lie] Blushes- I did not need to hear that

[Ever] Sorry.

[Lie] - Besides, that's just a bit of a tease, I haven't been laid in months

[Ever] That sucks! Hey if you ever need equiptment or just some privacy, we sterilize the fuck out of everything. You can partake, no pressure.

[Lie] - I have at least half a trunk of toys that have been bought for me or made for me by my friends, I'm pretty sure I've used a grand total of one of them, once

[Ever] How come? That sounds like a pretty nice stash.

[Lie] - CP absolutely hates them, every time I receive some his first objective is to try and destroy them

[Ever] Wow... he's not like.... poorly endowed or something, is he?

[Lie] - Oh not at all, but due to one of his old housemates he has bad associations with some things

[Ever] Yeah... but that's still crappy. They're your things and... a lady needs time to herself now and again.

[Lie] Laughs a little- You have no idea, by the time we actually do get around to fucking?  Well, let's say I'm very good at suppressing my wants for some time

[Ever] Trust me, I know alllll about delay of gratification...

[Lie] - Yes well it's why my offensive plant works so well.  It's venom is a nectar made from my lust, and so far I'm the only one capable of handling it.  Those on our seed capable of shapeshifting can't stop themselves from changing if they even ingest or get the tiniest bit on them

[Ever] That's insane! Has anyone ever.. taken it intentionally?

[Lie] - Yes, the first time when my husband convinced another brine to test it so he could find out what it did...  Plus an entire seed of testificates...

[Ever] That sounds like Cp, and as for the other, now that's a party I would have loved to have attended.

[Lie] - Yeah that was a surprise when we returned there...  Kinda forgot I had left a pod there

[Ever] Any chance I could bug you for a few drops?

[Lie] - Maybe, I think we have a bottle of the nectar stored somewhere...  But it'll have to wait for me to return to the seed

[Ever] It might take Karla's mind off our current predicament... whenever you can. Thank you Lie.

[Lie] - No problem, I should let you get back to your hiding

[Ever] It was nice talking to you Lie, stay warm, and safe.

[Lie] - I'll try

[Lie] Curls up a bit tighter in her cocoon, looking to see if there were any games in her phone

[Dofta] Accidently sends her a picture of a 3-D model for a Husk-

[Lie] - I hate those things

[Dofta] Whoops! Sorry Lie. I meant to send that to Svit.

[Lie] - Ah, so what else are you working on?

[Dofta] Still cleaning up NOTCH code. I got some very valuable help the other day though!

[Lie] - Oh yeah, I thought I saw Buff over at Notch's place yesterday

[Dofta] Oh I got to talk to your NOTCH too! He's adorable.

[Lie] - Oh, you spoke with CN?  I bet I'll be hearing all about that when I get back

[Dofta] He's such a cutie! And so happy to help.

[Lie] - That he is, he tries his best to help me in the mornings when I'm tending to the animals, but he's not quite strong enough

[Dofta] AWWWWWWW

[Lie] - He was pretty skinny when we finally got to him, and it's strange.  Every NOTCH I've met has had some sort of power, but CN doesn't appear to have any

[Dofta] He's really small though? Maybe... is there any reason he might be stunted? Did he spawn somewhere weird?

[Lie] - ...  The void outside of the server?

[Dofta] Yeaaah... that's not good.... He might be failing to connect with the server itself properly too. Is there any reason it might reject him? Or he wouldn't try to harmonize with it?

[Lie] - Well, the server is set up to be invitation only, so he spawned without the permission to enter it, plus he kinda...  REALLY hates the embodiment of the server

[Dofta] That may be your problem right there. If he's resisting the connection it may be holding him back. But also, a super-powered being with the mind of a child could be a danger to everyone. So just take it slow and reconcile them when he's older.

[Lie] - Well he kinda watched her rip apart the first "friend" he'd ever had into non existence...

[Dofta] ... holy crap.... So your server deleted someone?!

[Lie] - Yeeeeeeeeah...

[Dofta] I'd say they're not supposed to do that, but I had no idea they could generate an AI to represent themselves until you guys told me. I presume the person did something to deserve it at least?

[Lie] - They were psychologically torturing Doc, it was hir original NOTCH

[Dofta] Well... good riddance then. Kids often aren't the best judges of character anyway. At least your server is looking out for you, right?

[Lie] - Oh absolutely, but she was almost recalled back into the server itself because of it

[Dofta] This is all news to me. I'm glad she's okay at least. And Cn should get over it eventually.

[Lie] - Yeah, plus he's really taken a liking to another NOTCH on the server

[Dofta] How many NOTCHAI's do you guys have there? Minus the refugees village, of course.

[Lie] Thinks about it- I think three?

[Dofta] Oh, okay. That's not too many. I guess they're all staying with their brines?

[Lie] - For the most part, yes

[Dofta] So Buff and Cn... who's the third?

[Lie] - Firebird, a much older NOTCH

[Dofta] Oh! Yeah, you told me about him. So... what are you up too?

[Lie] - Baby sitting.  We have another digital member going through the process of gaining a physical body, if only so she can get some decent sleep while this is happening

[Dofta] Wow... the fact that you can just do that.... If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes I wouldn't believe it... can I ask... what kind of entity is it?

[Lie] - We're...  Not sure...  We know they have a NOTCH and a brine, but we're not sure they're a Steve or Alex

[Dofta] So something humanish, at least?

[Lie] - Oh absolutely

[Dofta] I know I don't have any right to ask... but please don't let the mobs out...

[Lie] - Well....

[Dofta] Oh please tell me it wasn't the zombies... I don't want to be partially responsible for an outbreak of undead...!

[Lie] - No!  No!  As far as I know, the only mob repeatedly let out before is my husbands Ender dragon...  Although I suppose she's my ender dragon now...

[Dofta] A real dragon....? Like in irl? A DRAGON?

[Lie] - Yeah, and I know Doc eventually wants to bring their child out too, another type pf ender dragon

[Dofta] I would give anything... just to see that...

[Lie] - I mean, we could set up a time and place if you can find someplace secluded enough

[Dofta] I would love that. I helped with the ender dragon design a little bit... Did you know there was supposed to be one in the Nether too? The design got scrapped because it kept clipping into things.

[Lie] - Yeah, and we actually DO have a couple of Nether dragons on the server, but they can't come out

[Dofta] You mean...? The code expressed itself!? It wasn't deleted, just buried incomplete! Like the zombie foals. What do they look like?!

[Lie] - Well both are red, the younger one has six legs and spines down his back, the other is also a brine and so has the glowing eyes, wings feathered with ghast tentacles, horns, and pigmen hooves for feet

[Dofta] Sounds like the second one is closer to the original, but both unique... how interesting. And a brine too?

[Lie] - Yup, he's become a really good uncle to my dragon's children

[Dofta] YOU HAVE BABY DRAGONS?! Please send me some pictures. Please please please.

[Lie] - Okay, okay I will, once I get back to the server that is, which may not be for a few weeks...  Or you could ask Notch.  Mind you, the babies aren't very small any more

[Dofta] I will absolutely ask Markus. The fact that they're not only thriving, but breeding too is amazing!

[Lie] - Well, not exactly breeding.  They're rescued eggs, eggs that players did not collect

[Dofta] Oh. Well... that's still sweet. I'm glad you guys are taking care of them. It annoys me that the eggs don't do anything on their own and we keep putting off working on them. I guess it's no suprise that some just get left behind.

[Lie] - Yeah, well, doc should be back soon and I shouldn't keep you from your work for too long

[Dofta] Call me anytime, okay? Especially if you have any issues with your NOTCHAIs.

[Lie] - Will do

-The light on the phone extinguishes and there's a profound silence. Distantly a wolf gives a mournful howl and the scratching of the trees against the roof is more pronouced and urgent sounding. -

[Lie] Shudders a little and glances over at Sammns sleeping form, making sure the other woman is okay-

-Sammn is quiet for now, but the air feels thick with tension. There's a sense of being watched even through the weighty concrete walls. -

[Lie] Nervous, she calls on Xophiels flame to circle both her and Sammn-

-There's a rather wet noise from outside... Hopefully just some snow falling off a tree-

[Lie] Huddles down farther into her cocoon-

-There's a little rattle, like something testing the door-

[Lie] Instinctually spawns some vines to help barricade the door-

-The fire burns a bit brighter then it normally would-

[Lie] Takes her cue from the brighter fire and summons several pods-

-The room starts to feel closer and more claustrophobic, as if something unseen were filling the space.-

[Lie] Moves Closer to Sammn, flipping through her phone and finding she has internet access, begins playing some music to calm herself-

[Xophiel] Whispers in her ear- I'll lead it away...

-The closeness suddenly vanishes and there's a loud crunching noise outside, followed by a wet squelching that goes quieter and finally ceases entirely-

[Lie] Barely audible- I'm not sure I want to know what that was...   but thank you

-There's a faintly satisfied sighing noise, but it might have just been the wind-

[Lie] Waits for Doc's return with baited breath-

[Doc] Bursts back in with a big smile and a lot of weird smells and dumps several bags on the floor- I brought food!

[Lie] Yelps in surprise and falls off the bed she's on, several thorny vines springing up to surround her-

[Doc] Whoah! What the hell? Did I miss something? Or did you get scared with just sleepy Sammn here?

[Lie] - It got spooky okay!

[Doc] Yeah. It can at that. We are in the woods after all. And I'm a big dummy because I forgot something that should help- Xe sets the bags down and pulls a bucket of lava out of the creative before dumping it into the divot in the floor. - This should warm things up-

[Lie] - Yes!  Absolutely!

[Doc] Picks up a bulging bag- Hungry?

[Lie] - A bit, what did you get?

[Doc] Cheerfully- I have no idea! - Xe starts pulling out lots of white boxes and setting them on the table. - I just looked for chicken and beef and pork and got a bunch of different things.

[Lie] - You...  Got Chinese food?

[Doc] picks up a box - I guess? It's got little dragons on the boxes. Is that Chinese? I just followed my nose.

[Lie] - Yes, yes it is

[Doc] Is that... okay?

[Lie] - Oh yeah, it's related to the buns CP's gotten me before

[Doc] Oh good! - Xe starts opening boxes. - I guess it's too early for Sammn to wake up, isn't it...?

[Lie] - Yeah, so what else did you get besides food?- She helps Doc empty the bags

[Doc] Dumps a small bag- I bought cards like you asked, [there's a normal deck but also some small packages of MTG and Yugioh cards] but I don't get what these small packages are for, and look at this! -Brandishes a box of pokemon cards

[Lie] Just face palms- Really Doc?

[Doc] What? You said cards! I got cards. They have nice artwork on them at least.

[Lie] - Yes, you did, but you bought cards that are part of a collection, a hobby which people will sink thousands into

[Doc] Oh... so the little packs are just one part... damn. Well... is this better? - Xe pulls up another bag that was on the floor and empties it. - There's Clue, Scrabble, Jenga, a cheap chess board, Operation, and an Oujia board. Xe pulls out a particularly big box - This one has the same kind of dragon... hey it even says, Chinese Checkers! And I got this one because it reminds me of Yaunfen. - It's a copy of Candy Land.

[Lie] - Good choices, just maybe use the Ouija board as a last resort

[Doc] Why? What kind of game is it? I was in a hurry so I just grabbed interesting boxes.

[Lie] -Some people consider it a game, but it's meant to communicate with spirits, and can be dangerous

[Doc] Shivers- Yeah... I'll just... put that over here. Either way, food first.

[Lie] - Absolutely- She starts sifting through the boxes

[Doc] Ah, the three food groups, crunchy things, noodles and meat. - laughs-

[Lie] - Delicious!

[Doc] What are the little sticks for?

[Lie] - Those are chop sticks, you eat with them

[Doc] Pokes through a piece of meat with one and eats it off the stick- ???

[Lie] Shakes her head and holds the chop sticks properly, picking up some broccoli with them- This is how you do it Doc

[Doc] Fumbles with them and starts to get a bit stressed out - I'm just not as dexterous out here....

[Lie] - It's takes a lot of practice- She looks under the napkins still in the bag and pulls out a fork- Here, use this

[Doc] Thank you. - Eats with gusto - So many weird textures...  - Xe accidently tips over the jenga box and the pieces scatter on the table a little.

[Lie] - Hey, you're supposed to try not to do that!

[Doc] Jumps a little- Sorry!

[Lie] - It's okay- She continues eating

[Doc] Is playing with the blocks with hir left hand and stacking them into a little wall.

[Lie] - So what do you want to do first?

[Doc] Shrugs- your choice. I don't know how to play any of these anyway

[Lie] - Why don't we start with Clue

[Doc] Okay - Xe pulls the box over and opens it, unfolding the board- I like this layout, it gives me some good building ideas.

[Lie] - It even has some secret passages

[Doc] Ooo! No house is complete without some secrets.

[Lie] Pulls out the instructions and quickly scans them- Okay, first pick a character

[Doc] Selects professor Plum -

[Lie] takes Miss Scarlet and starts shuffling the cards- Okay, pick one from each of the three piles but don't look at it

[Doc] Follows her directions- there's a little secret file in with the cards... Should I just leave it alone?

[Lie] - Okay, put those three cards in here, and then we divvy up the rest.  Those three cards are who commited the murder, the weapon, and the place where it happened

[Doc] nods- this has a list on it? Um... - Xe spawns a book and quill from the creative and brandishes the little feather - ready!

[Lie] Laughs a little- I don't recall ever needing to write anything down

[Doc] Something occurs to me... I've never tried to write with one of these out here- Xe flips the pad over and writes hir name, oddly the result is in a distinct font that looks Minecrafty. - Whoah...

[Lie] - Okay, well that's a little odd...  Most people can't write like that unless it's onm a computer

[Doc] is confused- Do you have something else I can write with?

[Lie] - Ummm, maybe there's something around here if we look in the crates...

[Doc] Even a stick would do...

[Lie] Finds a normal pen and hands it to Doc-

[Doc] Tries that instead and hir writing is shaky, but normal and  mostly legible. - okay, so it's just the quill. It normally types in the book so that's probably why. I usually draw with dye blobs so there's no reason I would have noticed before.

[Lie] - Good point, now lets get playing

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Gremlins

Welcome to the 'highglossfinish' room. thenightetc: What... is this Knock Out: Excellent question. BBB: ö---ö thenightetc: That sure is a necklace he has there. Knock Out: It sure does exist. Knock Out: If the humans of Toronto have to live with this, so do you. BBB: good that I dont have to hear him.... seing that is already haunting enough..... Ö_ö Knock Out: Is the sound not working? thenightetc: It's working for me. thenightetc: Ahhhh, a nice wholesome christmas movie :) BBB: it surely is, I just can't turn it on at work.... could wake up a co worker ;P Knock Out: That would require some explaining. thenightetc: ...You know, considering what happens later in the movie, I would think that nearly everyone in the city has a story a LOT like this one.  Only with less explanation. Knock Out: ...When you're right, you're right. thenightetc: oh god. BBB: nothings better than greamlins at a dead nigh shift :D thenightetc: Always Be Closing

thenightetc: a tarantula! :D thenightetc: He should have gotten that instead.  Kids love spiders Knock Out: The town probably wishes he'd gotten him the spider, too. thenightetc: Right? Knock Out: I like how his idea of responsibility is locking it up in a box and leaving it where people can see. thenightetc: Right with all the stuff that IS for sale. thenightetc: Maybe the kid should have explained the other two rules. BBB: Well the ddad is not better... buying his son a present? SURE go for the shady chines guy with the strange things XD" Knock Out: Or should lied and said "It will die if you do any of these things." thenightetc: I mean, "don't feed him after midnight" is one thing, "if you feed him after midnight he will literally turn into a chaotic evil horrobeast" is another Knock Out: *Straight up thenightetc: Yeah, but then when he DID get wet and didn't die from it, they'd have known he lied. Knock Out: At that point, what does it matter? thenightetc: They might decide to test the other rule! Starscreamapillar: What is all this then? Knock Out: True. thenightetc: ...On the other hand, I wonder if the kid didn't know the reasons for the last two rules, either. Knock Out: Gremlins! thenightetc: Guy buys his kid a pet at a dodgy store with mysterious rules surrounding it, then everything goes bad. Starscreamapillar: I see. Mysterious pet rules rarely bode well. BBB: but honestly.... tell a kid 'dont do that your pet might multiply AND/OR turn into a monster' might get things just sped up... like.... kids aint smart agoodidstraction: what did i miss thenightetc: "Keep him out of bright light; he hates it and sunlight will kill him.  And keep him away from water and don't feed him after midnight, for reasons I'm not going to tell you." thenightetc: It might have made the guy think twice about buying it in the first place, though. thenightetc: Nobody wants to buy their kid a pet that'll turn into a literal monster! Starscreamapillar: And if you cannot sell a monster to some unsuspecting sucker, then what is even the point? thenightetc: Well, the store owner told him it wasn't for sale.  It was the store owner's grandkid who, suspiciously, got it for him. thenightetc: What the *** is her problem, anyway. Starscreamapillar: I am fairly certain torturing animals to death is not legal. thenightetc: You know from the way the dog just went after her, I have to figure she's been mistreating him in some way already. Starscreamapillar: Likely. BBB: THAT TV..... Starscreamapillar: I am going to predict those swords will be used later to hack up the consequences of poor decisions. thenightetc: Honestly, after the FIRST time that happened, I'd have mounted the swords more securely agoodidstraction: what kind of ant is that thenightetc: god it's like a Furby Starscreamapillar: So it is.... thenightetc: ...Hang on.  He can talk Starscreamapillar: What horror cannot? thenightetc: And he was just being kept as a pet? Knock Out: Oh no. He was being kept in a box in the corner. agoodidstraction: can other ants talk too?? thenightetc: God no. Knock Out: There's no proving they can't. thenightetc: These are purely fictional. agoodidstraction: ants are fictional? thenightetc: These aren't ants. agoodidstraction: that looks exactly like an ant Starscreamapillar: Not enough limbs for an ant. thenightetc: Are you kidding, he looks nothing like an ant. agoodidstraction: like a sugar ant mixed with a snow ant Starscreamapillar: . . . . Knock Out: Sugar snow. Sounds edible. agoodidstraction: Yum thenightetc: That seems like more juice and pulp than one orange should have. Thebes: Hello--oh, hey, Gremlins! thenightetc: Yes! Starscreamapillar: Did he not warn the child about the weird monster in his bed? thenightetc: yikes, that looks... painful. Thebes: well somethimes fantastical creatures in movies come with only just enough warnings to make ignoring those warnings sound like no big deal thenightetc: Uh oh thenightetc: STripe. Starscreamapillar: If they breed this easily, why is Earth not over-run? agoodidstraction: uhhhhhhhhhhh thenightetc: Well, sunlight kills them. thenightetc: Cute.  Yes. thenightetc: TBH it seems like Gizmo.... knows. thenightetc: Like he's the last survivor of what happened last time, and we know there was a last time because otherwise where did the rules come from. Thebes: It's implied he's... been through this before Knock Out: Possibly many times. Starscreamapillar: Hence being locked in a box in a corner in a junk shop? thenightetc: Yes. Windchill: *That feel when you appear at precisely the right moment.* Knock Out: And he was so happy, sleeping in a proper bed and watching his little movies, daring to hope it wouldn't happen again. agoodidstraction: reminds me of school Knock Out: Something wicked this way comes. thenightetc: you didn't "invent" those, dude. Knock Out: Hello, Windchill. Thebes: also how are you going to make money on anything that multiplies with tap water thenightetc: yaaaargh agoodidstraction: ahhh Windchill: *Pocahontas wave* thenightetc: poor puppy agoodidstraction: why are humans addicted to anxiety Windchill: Ew. agoodidstraction: how do they live like that Starscreamapillar: That looks like the sludge the medics drink. BBB: its fun? caffienatedconfetti: what are we watching? thenightetc: dude no Windchill: Well. Windchill: That's disturbing. agoodidstraction: ants Starscreamapillar: Bad decisions in motion. caffienatedconfetti: no but seriously thenightetc: He's gonna regret that later. Starscreamapillar: Gremlins, I hear. caffienatedconfetti: oooooo caffienatedconfetti: no please caffienatedconfetti: no thank you caffienatedconfetti: furbies Thebes: honestly the furbies aren't that bad! Windchill: Oh no, Furbies are on a whole 'nother level. Thebes: relatively Windchill: Way worse than Gremlins. caffienatedconfetti: demons agoodidstraction: how can they be worse? agoodidstraction: these are the weirdest ants i've ever seen Starscreamapillar: I lived through the Furby craze. They didn't multiply that quickly. Windchill: Just see what happens when they run low on batteries. caffienatedconfetti: ants????? BBB: or turn on at night thenightetc: He.... drives places in a tractor? agoodidstraction: alright i'm gonna start a furby collection Starscreamapillar: It is an American tractor. caffienatedconfetti: why ants Windchill: Man. thenightetc: I don't think they're made for street speeds, though agoodidstraction: you know, small furry things Windchill: If people stood outside my house and howled like that, I'd shoot 'em. thenightetc: Now I'm picturing it caffienatedconfetti: ants dont have fur????? caffienatedconfetti: they're tiny bugs Starscreamapillar: Aah. That makes more sense. caffienatedconfetti: they're suder duper small caffienatedconfetti: and also someof them bite thenightetc: Apparently that's not true. thenightetc: ^about the suicide rate caffienatedconfetti: who told you that about ants tho agoodidstraction: i had a fire ant and she bit a lot Windchill: But it WAS super edgy to say. thenightetc: (Anyway this is a furby :) https://img00.deviantart.net/e6a1/i/2004/136/8/2/dissected_furby.jpg ) caffienatedconfetti: ....dude fire ants are smaller than a human's fingernail how did you 'have' a fire ant???? Windchill: Um. Knock Out: Liar. BBB: ouch D: Windchill: Typical. Knock Out: That needle's the size of his entire arm. agoodidstraction: don't ask me, it was anon magic. they gave me a fire ant. Windchill: You're a huge seed pod. agoodidstraction: No you thenightetc: So what does this "fire ant" look like caffienatedconfetti: you don't alk about ants in the singular agoodidstraction: I'm the one with the mohawk caffienatedconfetti: they're always in groups thenightetc: ...You've seen this before, haven't you. Starscreamapillar: Yes, who wouldn't want a box of screaming creatures in their house as pets? agoodidstraction: no agoodidstraction: he looks like me caffienatedconfetti: what' thenightetc: ...just you wait. BBB: thats SO gross BBB: every time... Windchill: That's a little too close to home. thenightetc: oh my god, they have like.  human teeth. caffienatedconfetti: ewwww caffienatedconfetti: oh lorf caffienatedconfetti: no thank you agoodidstraction: lorf Windchill: Who just leaves their sandwich just laying around overnight? Starscreamapillar: A bad scientist. agoodidstraction: I leave my sandwich just laying around overnight all the time thenightetc: Someone unconcerned with food poisoning? Windchill: A lying scientist. BBB: and someone without pets roaming around... BBB: (or roommates) agoodidstraction: ?? whoa caffienatedconfetti: those are some big doo doos Windchill: They look like poops. Starscreamapillar: . . . That never ends well. Smash those immediately. BBB: kinda reminds one of the alien movies XD" Windchill: They look like the eggs in that notoriously awful Godzilla movie. Windchill: 'Cept this film came first. caffienatedconfetti: we oughta watch alien sometime caffienatedconfetti: ripley is badass and a 10000/10 agoodidstraction: why does the phone sound haunted caffienatedconfetti: because its old thenightetc: One of their dad's inventions. thenightetc: He invents stuff that's broken and buggy. Windchill: To watch any of the Alien films is to sit through several hours of people discussing their oviposition kinks. Starscreamapillar: They have their own Que. Windchill: No thanks. agoodidstraction: what now caffienatedconfetti: ewwww Thebes: wait there's movies on the internet that don't result in people discussing their kinks? Starscreamapillar: Failed inventor who won't stop making garbage. Windchill: ...Probably not. caffienatedconfetti: starscream's throwing shade thenightetc: Accurate description agoodidstraction: hey garbage to greatness Windchill: Who's this, the Wicked Witch? thenightetc: Pretty much! Windchill: Fantastic. caffienatedconfetti: welp i have something importaant tomorrow, i'm just dropping by Windchill: Gross. agoodidstraction: see ya caffienatedconfetti: and it seems im leaving at jusr rhew right time thenightetc: Goodnight! agoodidstraction: don't let the ants bite caffienatedconfetti: goodbye Knock Out: Goodnight! thenightetc: I feel sorry for Gizmo.  He knows what's coming, but he can't communicate it to anyone who could do something about it. Starscreamapillar: Why couldn't he? He speaks. Windchill: Maybe he's just stupid? Knock Out: He's incapable of saying anything that isn't adorable. thenightetc: Yeah, but he only seems to know a few phrases.  Maybe he doesn't fully understand the language, or maybe he isn't physically able to say more words than that. Windchill: Maybe...it's for plot convenience. BBB: maybe like a parrot? Windchill: Turn on the lights you absolute madman. Starscreamapillar: I feel this man is being reckless in handling his unknown monster. Knock Out: I'm surprised he didn't rat them out when they were making a fuss for food. Knock Out: He clearly knew it was after midnight, he turned down the chicken. agoodidstraction: caca BBB: horror movie rule 2: never turn on the light, it might be a good idea... Starscreamapillar: Admittedly, they know that these things dislike the light. thenightetc: Yeah, they seem to have a sense of when midnight is and know what happens BBB: .... but when does the midnight rule end? Starscreamapillar: Surprise surprise, the black man did not survive the movie. Knock Out: Sunrise, maybe? Windchill: It's like Jurassic Park all over again. thenightetc: That would make sense, although who knows really. Windchill: 'Cept this film is older. BBB: would make sense! Thebes: probably goes from midnight to sunrise, since, you know. light kills. Windchill: Wow. thenightetc: My theory is they're some kind of fairy, and operate on fairy-tale logic. Windchill: At least she's thinking ahead, but I doubt that's gonna be enough. Thebes: listen to the distressed muppet, 80's mom! Avoid! agoodidstraction: too high for this thenightetc: At least he managed to tell her the important part first Starscreamapillar: That fist. Windchill: Someone's got the right idea. Windchill: If it were me, first thing I'd do was eat all the cookies too. agoodidstraction: what Knock Out: It's got its priorities in order. Starscreamapillar: She could have fled the house by now. They have a front door. Thebes: ... so I'm sorry in advance but--THIS WEEK, ON DOES IT BLEND agoodidstraction: oh no agoodidstraction: ahhhhhhhhhhh Windchill: She's doing a number on 'em so far. agoodidstraction: yeah two knives agoodidstraction: swish swish *** Starscreamapillar: But she is alone. All it takes is one slip up, and she is without backup. BBB: aww missed the fun part XD Windchill: I think the cookie pan shield and a knife was a better loadout. agoodidstraction: there i am Windchill: I always knew trees were bad news. thenightetc: Swords prominently in ferame thenightetc: YEP Starscreamapillar: I was right. Windchill: Wow. agoodidstraction: me Windchill: Grotesque. agoodidstraction: bye Windchill: He's gone. Windchill: You could hear the sound of his little feeties. Windchill: Vanishing into the night. Windchill: So...he went back alone? Starscreamapillar: He's stupid. Windchill: Moron. thenightetc: can hear him thinking like, "jesus christ mom" as he looks over the carnage Starscreamapillar: Walking the street with a sword, and a monster in your bag. Yes, that isn't suspicious. Starscreamapillar: No one has called the police about the corpse still in the school. Windchill: *Temptation to sing Y.M.C.A. rising.* agoodidstraction: me going for a swim thenightetc: And there's you having a million evil babies. Knock Out: If a glass of water was agonizing, I can't imagine how much that one hurts. Starscreamapillar: Apparently worth it, to spawn an army. agoodidstraction: i'm a proud daddy Knock Out: A million clones of yourself. agoodidstraction: just what i need agoodidstraction: more *** clones Windchill: Amazing. Thebes: KID, BRING PROOF Starscreamapillar: He's got a few dead ones at home he could use as evidence. thenightetc: Yeah, that's true.  He could have brought those Windchill: It's already dark in there, what the heck. agoodidstraction: yum yum Knock Out: Wheeljack hitting the town. agoodidstraction: me n my clones Windchill: Nice ride. thenightetc: I love this music, though. agoodidstraction: party Starscreamapillar: Death by failing to actually flee. Windchill: Did...they not have a back door? thenightetc: "Monsters, you say?" Starscreamapillar: "Accident" Windchill: *SNORTS* Starscreamapillar: Of course, she has cats. thenightetc: Hey!  Cats are actually great. Windchill: They better be nice to the cats. thenightetc: It's not THEIR fault she's a horrible person Windchill: What a reaction thenightetc: Wait is she saying she thinks they're literal demons, from hell thenightetc: Hhahahaha agoodidstraction: frag hahadls agoodidstraction: aaaaaaa BBB: wtf O___o Starscreamapillar: *Snrks* Windchill: Oh my god. BBB: santa!!! agoodidstraction: hahaaha Windchill: As usual, the police are useless. Starscreamapillar: Yes, leave the man to die. Thebes: to be entirely fair, pirahna-muppets are outside most people's experience agoodidstraction: wow Thebes: to the degree they probably didn't check the trunk, for instance agoodidstraction: that's a lot of dead people Starscreamapillar: A fine holiday massacre. thenightetc: "Hey!  You're not Rockin' Ricky fans!" thenightetc: oh my god thenightetc: here he goes again Windchill: Amazing. Windchill: These guys know how to party. agoodidstraction: oh yeah Starscreamapillar: Reminds me of the Nemesis, before it crashed. agoodidstraction: ha Knock Out: I wish. agoodidstraction: that's what it's like at knock out's place thenightetc: ...I wonder how they can drink beer without multiplying. Windchill: It flashed her. Windchill: Indecent. Starscreamapillar: The same way the snow isn't working? thenightetc: ...I didn't even think about the snow. thenightetc: I wonder if they're not warm enough to melt it. Knock Out: That one's Bumblebee. agoodidstraction: hahahaha BBB: pfffft Starscreamapillar: What is your Bumblebee like?! agoodidstraction: he's cute Knock Out: And chronically stressed, as of late. agoodidstraction: big optics Windchill: I'm surprised nobody's gotten shot yet. agoodidstraction: yeah BBB: aaaand finally work, have fun guys. bye agoodidstraction: see ya Starscreamapillar: Goodbye. Knock Out: Glad you could drop in! Windchill: There we go, her brain's working. thenightetc: Goodnight! agoodidstraction: were they paying? why was she serving them hahaha thenightetc: So they wouldn't attack her. agoodidstraction: tiny guns Starscreamapillar: Not so threatening when they can be defeated with a good flashlight. Knock Out: Where did they even get the tiny guns? Starscreamapillar: Tiny gun store. agoodidstraction: hahaah the whole town jvhfdlashjfkds Knock Out: Checks out. Starscreamapillar: The security on this bank is just atrocious. Windchill: *Raises brows.* Starscreamapillar: . . . . thenightetc: *wince* Knock Out: PFFTHAHAHAHA! Windchill: What kind of moron tries to climb down a chimney. Starscreamapillar: Ha! Knock Out: Gizmo's jealous because they know how to party. thenightetc: ...I wonder what "mogwai" actually means.  Is he just, like, a pokemon that keeps saying his name?  Or does it mean something. Windchill: Look at them, they're so excited. Starscreamapillar: It seems to be Cantonese for 'Monster'. Knock Out: "Monster." thenightetc: Ahhh Knock Out: Or spirit, demon, and so on. Starscreamapillar: Why do they like the movie? thenightetc: They like music. agoodidstraction: ME agoodidstraction: gotta have candy Windchill: That's any sane person's reaction to seeing "CANDY" in big neon letters. Starscreamapillar: It is traditional to explode one's problems. agoodidstraction: ^ thenightetc: Is this the time? Starscreamapillar: Bleck. agoodidstraction: wow Windchill: Heh. thenightetc: It sounded like he was trying to say something, there thenightetc: But couldn't quite pronounce it thenightetc: Wasn't it night just a few minutes ago? Knock Out: I like how his voice bears a striking resemblance to Megatron's. Starscreamapillar: Indeed. agoodidstraction: yep Windchill: Is that a  Barbie car. Windchill: *Snickers.* Windchill: Me. Starscreamapillar: Yes, those department store guns. Starscreamapillar: Loaded department store guns. agoodidstraction: glug glug Windchill: Ugh. Thebes: snow shovels DO NOT WORK THAT WAY agoodidstraction: oh agoodidstraction: uhh agoodidstraction: ouch thenightetc: It's you! agoodidstraction: me when soundwave takes my soul Windchill: *Snickers.* Windchill: *Again.* thenightetc: Uhhhh, kid.... Windchill: Leaping Skeleton? agoodidstraction: primus Windchill: Called it. Starscreamapillar: Well, that looked painful. thenightetc: Maybe they're undead. thenightetc: Yes.  Mass hysteria. Starscreamapillar: 'Accidents'. There's a fair number of dead people that need to be accounted for. thenightetc: That explains all the monster corpses. Knock Out: "Moolah!" thenightetc: Ha! Thebes: because clearly, this is the big problem thenightetc: that's not a gift Windchill: "Nature's gifts." Starscreamapillar: He's not really wrong. Thebes: HEY MAYBE IF YOU EXPLAINED WHY NOT TO DO THOSE THINGS, LESS PEOPLE WOULD BE DEAD agoodidstraction: aw Knock Out: I like how he calls the old man "Baba." Starscreamapillar: Sorry does not raise the dead. thenightetc: Pfffffff thenightetc: Or rebuild everything they destroyed. Starscreamapillar: Matrix dust, now that is what raises the dead. thenightetc: "...Well, it's probably my fault" Windchill: I thought that was Dark Energon. Windchill: And Mad Science. Starscreamapillar: I wouldn't know, we do not have Dark Energon... Yet. thenightetc: How ominous? Windchill: There was a sequel. Thebes: Someone attempted to market them again. Violence ensued Knock Out: It's not terrible. We'll have to watch that one someday. agoodidstraction: please agoodidstraction: night everyone Knock Out: Goodnight, everyone. Thank you all for coming! thenightetc: Goodnight! Starscreamapillar: As always, that was weird, but enjoyable. Thank you for having us. thenightetc: Thank you for hosting!  This movie's a good time. Knock Out: My pleasure. Thebes: thank you! Windchill: *Another wave.*

[fearofaherobrine]

Roleplay Server Log #251

“Chaotic Breakfast”

[Doc] Gets up early for once and stands in the front doorway for a while, just watching the rain and deep in thought. After a while Xe ventures back down to the lab to see if Lie has awakened yet, only to find her sleeping in Cps lap- Cp... Did she remember?

[CP] Shakes his head- She couldn't sleep last night and accidentally slipped into the lava a little

[Doc] At least she feels safe with you. You know, she is a brine as well.... There's a strong chance she may fall in love with you all over again before her memories return. She may choose you this time instead of the other way around.

[CP] Narrows eyes at Doc-

[Lie] Stirs a little-

[Doc] Cheerfully - well I guess I'll go feed my critters, you two relax. - Xe walks over to the slime block enclosure to tend to them

[Lie] Yawns before opening her eyes.  It takes her a moment to realize what position she's in and she jumps and flushes a little from embarrassment- I'm sorry!  I didn't mean to fall asleep on you!

[CP] - It's fine

[Lie] Stands up and brushes herself off, still embarrassed and then she spots Doc- Oh, hello...

[Doc] Is distracted for a moment and an endermite slips by hir and runs down the hall - Figgy! You get back here!

[Lie] Quickly steps away from the endermite, remembering what Doc had told her the previous night about the mobs-

[Figgy] Runs over her foot and steals a piece of food from her inventory before skittering towards TLOTand Steve's room -

[Doc] Chases after- dammit!

[Lie] Nearly falls back into the lava but CP pulls her back-

[CP] - You okay?

[Lie] - I think so...

[CP] - Stay still, you got more lava in your hair- He combs his fingers through it again to free it

[TLOT] Comes upstairs with Figgy in his hands - did you lose this? It was trying to steal one of my boots.

[Doc] Yes. Sorry. Can you put them back please?

[TLOT] pauses to look at lie and Cp before doing as he's asked

[Lie] - What is it?

[TLOT] Nothing... I was just curious. How are you feeling?

[Lie] - Rested, finally.  I had some difficulty sleeping last night

[CP] Finishes getting the lava out and stands up so he can stretch-

[TLOT] Ah, well that's good.

[Lie] - So what is the creature that escaped?

[Doc] It's a type of bug, they bite so they're dangerous in swarms and they steal things from players and chests.

[Li] - Then why do you keep them?

[TLOT] Comes back- Figgy is okay, just saw an opportunity and took it. Little bugger.

[Doc] They're interesting to me, and I don't mind the little noises they make. Keeping them like this also means they'll live a lot longer then they would in the wild

[Lie] - Oh, I see.  So I'm guessing breakfast will be soon?

[Gk] Settles down in the librairy, watching the kids read and play. He's grateful Mb got bored after a bit and took Celine home. Though the flappy little dragon did play with the others a little bit.

[Endrea] Stumbles in, still wounded and exhausted-

[Gk] Endrea! What happened?

[Endrea] - An ambush- She lays down, wincing a little

[Gk] Oh gods... - He sniffs her, looking her over for wounds-

[Endrea] - Winston thought CP's NOTCH had stopped attacking because he had confirmed that the Master was no longer there, but he was wrong...  Both Lie and I were attacked

[Gk] You look hurt. Poor thing... - He snuggles up next to her.  - Is Lie hurt too?

[Endrea] - She...  She was deleted...

[Gk] Starts to cry despite himself. - Lie...

[Endrea] - Flux managed to capture her code, and Doc went to work on her

[Gk] Oh, thank goodness... considering what they had to work with when Liu was the one on the table. She should be up and around in no time.

[Endrea] - I hope so too.  The Master seemed, defeated when I last saw him

[Gk] I imagine so... I've seen him brought pretty low just because she was mad at him.

[Endrea] - But to lose her...

[Gk] Nah. If Doc has any part of her, I think she'll be fine. I've seen them do some far out shit since I got here.

[Endrea] - There was another thing which happened...  Do you remember the nightmare Ashe had some time ago?

[Gk] Vaguely?

[Endrea] - I fear it may have come true...  The NOTCH had a diamond sword...

[Gk] Bah. Diamond swords aren't that unusual.

[Endrea] Snuggles into GK, even though it hurts a little-

[Gk] Lays a wing over her as much as he can. - It's okay kiddo. You're safe now.

[Endrea] - It was a close one though

[Gk] Eh, that's how it is when you run with Herobrines. You want me to call for Sweet Alex?

[Endrea] - Perhaps...

[Gk] All over it - he sends a message that just says that Endrea is hurt and depressed and requests her presence.

[Sweet Alex] Arrives shortly after. She's got an inventory full of dry cookies and she's wearing her enderdragon kigirumi since it's a bit late. - I heard someone needed cheering up?

[Endrea] - Hello Sweet Alex

[Sweet Alex] Hello Endrea. It looks like I'm dressed just right for the party. - Indicates the little ones running around.

[Endrea] - Yes, I'm just glad they are safe

[Sweet Alex] Sits down next to her head. - Are you feeling poorly?

[Endrea] - I made a very grave mistake...

[Sweet Alex] Well I don't know about mistakes. But Gk told me you needed a hug. - She wraps her small arms around as much of the dragons head as she can reach and gives the warmest loving squeeze. It's almost as if it releases a healing burst that clears the bad energy from the air. Making everyone feel a bit lighter and more hopeful.

[Endrea] - Sweet Alex, I got my Mistress deleted...

[Gk] Her code was saved. But she's likely in a weakened state at least.

[Sweet Alex] I sincerely doubt you did it on purpose Endrea.

[Endrea] - But it was my job to protect her

[Sweet Alex] What happened?

[Endrea] - We went to the Master's seed, Winston told us that he believed the NOTCH had left, he hadn't.  I did what I could to protect her, but she ordered me to return here, and she ended up harmed

[Sweet Alex] Then you did what you were told. And it sounds like she wasn't entirely lost.

[Endrea] - I can only hope the Master forgives me

[Gk] He'll come around eventually. Besides, it sounds to me like you'll be considering yourself just Lie's body guard and a free agent otherwise pretty soon. I hear there aren't many of Cp's mobs left....

[Endrea] - Which saddens me, the mobs became his family after Stevie rejected him.  He truly does care for them

[Gk] Then why doesn't he bring them here?

[Sweet Alex] It's not like having more would really be noticable.

[Endrea] - I cannot guess my Master's mind

[Gk] Me neither. Cp's got a head harder then one of TLOT's kookoonut pods.

[Endrea] Huffs and curls up a little- I just hope that bastard is taken care of soon

[Gk] We'll figure out a way.

[Sweet Alex] We just have to work together!

[Gk] Rolls his eyes, but he is smiling.

[Endrea] Yawns-

[Sweet Alex] Sits up against her. Her kigi is a dot of warm fuzziness against Endrea's scaly neck.

[Endrea] - I believe I should rest for now

[Gk] Sounds like a good plan.

[Sweet Alex] Is is okay If I stay? I had to make a rather mad dash amidst the mobs to get here.

[Endrea] - Yes, absolutely

[Sweet Alex] Thank you -little yawn and she cuddles up to Endrea.

[Doc] Is making breakfast, it's a bunch of different things because xe's out of sorts. Xe walks around the counter to give Yaunfen their own plate of candies and pastry, before slipping back behind the counter to mind the pots.

[Yaunfen] Is in human form and eagerly grabs at the food-

[Lie] - Umm...  Why are they just eating candy?

[Doc] Hmm? Oh, it's because my little one is from a modded seed. Everything there is like that. It's super pastel and cute.

[Deer] Is making the coffee-

[Lie] - Moded seed?  I don't understand...

[Doc] It's a texture pack. All the usual stuff is there, but it's made out of different materials. Here, Deerheart can you watch this for a sec so nothing burns?

[Deer] - Sure

[Doc] Xe pulls things out of a trunk and sets them on the counter. - This is a bread loaf [looks like a big chocolate bar], some grass [colorful popsicles], and this is rabbit meat [chocolate bunny] and this... wait, this dosen't belong in here at all. - in hir hand is a single dim sum bun, still warm from it's stasis in the box.

[Lie] Looks at it curiously, kinda wanting it-

[Doc] Looks it over. - I totally forgot about this. I wonder if it's the last one?

[Lie] Leans forwards and gives an awkward noise as she suddenly shrinks-

[Doc] Lie? Oh dear.

[Lie] Is panicking as she realizes she's now a cat-

[CP] Reaches down and picks her up- It's alright, this is normal for you

[Doc] I guess you really want this if it made you pull your cutest face -  xe makes a quick copy and sets the bun in front of her.

[Lie] Gives a confused mew, not sure how to eat it in this form-

[Doc] Just eat it, you'll be fine. You may look like a cat, but you still have a brines stomach.

[Lie] Leans over and starts nibbling-

[CP] Tiniest of smiles-

[Buff] Enters the room from the shrine side. He's shirtless with a towel around his neck. - Ah! Such a lovely morning for a jog! Hey, we have company!

[Lie] Spooks and hunkers down in CP's arms-

[CP] - Not so loud asshole!

[Buff] slightly lower volume - Sorry! Aww you got a cat! What a pretty little white kitty!

[CP] Growls at Buff-

[Buff] What? She's adorable! - snags a lemon off the tree and starts eating it like an apple.

[Doc] Uh Buff? You might not want to do that.

[Buff] It's okay! It's sour but good for feeling awake!

[Lie] Is beginning to wonder how she's supposed to get back to normal-

-Liz slinks in after Buff, blepping slightly

[Buff] Ruffles Liz's head crest- Nice to have a jogging buddy!  Yaunfen, you should come with us tomorrow!

[CP] Leans down and gathers Lie's current clothes before taking her into the other room and begins walking her through how to change back-

[Liz] -Smiles brightly and nuzzles the ruffle hand- Good for exercise! Skee doesn't run much! *pout

[Doc] You guys are waaaay to energetic for first thing in the morning.

[Sky] -Slowly trailing in, panting and sweating, clearly got rounded into the jogfest-

[Lie] Yelps a little as she turns back and is naked-

[CP] - Calm down, I've seen you naked plenty of times before

[Lie] Slightly embarrassed noises-

[Buff] There's the slow poke! You shouldn't teleport so much - pokes Skye in the belly - Makes you soft!

[Sky] -Soft hissss-

[Sky] -Wheeze-

[Lie] Puts on the basic Alex clothes and follows CP back into the other room-

[Sky] I haven't run in centuries, I regret that--wheeze- intensely

[Doc] Skye? If you can drink anything you should. You look ready to pass out.

[Liz] That's why you should! *bleps and sits down, curling tail around legs

[Buff] There's the wife! Good morning Lie!

[Lie] - Er...  Hello?

[CP] Hands her the bun so she can finish it-

[Buff] Was the big guy tossing around too much in bed? Had to wait for him to get up so you could get some shut eye?

[Doc] Good grief...

[Lie] - Huh?

[CP] Is muttering and cursing under his breath-

[Doc] Leans over the counter. - Liz? Skye? If either of you want food feel free to take some. -Indicates several different things on the counter and table.

[Sky] I barely got to eat before shi ran off after him, finally eating sounds good...

[Liz] -Leans up and looks at everything to eat, still blepping-

[Buff] Takes another lemon and munches on it - Bracing! I like what you did with your hair Lie, looks nice.

[Lie] - I... I'm sorry...  Who are you?

[Buff] What? Did you get hit on the head?

[Doc] She has amnesia... Lie, this is my NOTCH, Buff.

[Lie] - Hello

[Liz] -Tries some of everything, including the pastry Sky had picked up-

[Sky] Liiiizzz....

[Deer] Trips and falls with a yelp-

[Doc] Whoah! - helps her up - Are you okay? Do I need to tend your hooves again?

[Deer] - No, just a few bumps and bruises

[Sky] -Gets another pastry and eats it, slouching at the table-

[Liz] -get up and strut around-

[Doc] Forgets for just a second- Lie can you make me a healing flower...? oh... I'm sorry....

[Lie] - A healing flower?

[Doc] Looks rather sad. - You've made so many of them, it's just a habit. Never mind....

[Lie] - I...  I could try?

[Doc] If you want... They're green and white and kind of cup shaped. - Indicates with hir hands.

[Lie] - Okay...- She looks down at her own hands and tries visualizing what Doc described-

[Buff] Stands up and corrects Liz's strut as if xe were a prize horse.

[Liz] -Strut strut continue, proudly- I did good!

[Buff] Hold your head up high, it's good for your back!

[Lie] Yelps as a burning red flower erupts into her hands-

[Liz] -Shi's strutting good, but having hir tongue hang out in a blep really ruins the whole image-

[Doc] quickly grabs a wool square and wraps her hands to try and extinguish it-

[Lie] - I'm sorry!

[Buff] Pokes Liz's tongue -

[Doc] It's okay. At least something came out.

[Liz] -Blep- -Tongue is very cold- Why touch? -Retract tongue-

[Buff] It's too cute. I couldn't resist!

[Lie] Looks away, a bit ashamed-

[CP] Subtly takes her hand-

[Doc] Gets a healing potion for Deerheart instead. - Here you go love.

[Buff] Loudly crunching toast-

[Lie] Looks over at CP- Can we...  Can we go see where we live?

[CP] - Absolutely

[Liz] -Steals another pastry from Sky-

[Sky] You are definitely like your elder. -folds hands-

[TLOT and Steve] Are outside coming back from town. The repairs are all done and the Testificates filled in on what happened.

[Stevie] Is being dragged along since he was up most of the night repairing the wall-

[CP] Leads Lie outside-

[Steve] Pats Stevie - Thanks for helping. You really made a good impression. I think you can definetly expect a warmer welcome anytime you venture into town now.

[Stevie] Yawns- It's not the first time I've had to fix dragon damage

[TLOT] Well it was just an accident this time.

[Stevie] Yeah I know- He tenses a little when he see's CP

[TLOT] Sees Cp and Lie and gives them a small smile - Good morning.

[Steve] Waves-

[CP] Is so tempted to flip them off-

[Lie] - Hello

[HG] -zips by but notices the others and zips back to stop next to them-

[Lie] Is surprised by HG's sudden appearance and so takes a step behind CP-

[TLOT] Why the hurry Hg?

[HG] I just wanted to run around a water as many gardens as a I could to see if I could get them all but I can't seem to find any others at the moment

[Steve] That's really helpful Hg.

[Stevie] - Lie?  Are you okay?

[Lie] - Ummm...

[CP] - She doesn't have any memory Stevie, at least, not at the moment

[Stevie] - Wait, seriously?

[TLOT] Oh, Hg. I have something for you. Our cheerie tree gave up some seeds. The resulting plants will be glitchy and affect the seasons for a few blocks around them, but I thought you might like them anyway. - holds out a hand with two pink seeds. - Plant them close togeather.

[HG] -take the seeds- thank you tlot I have been making islands to get more plants so it should help with the seasons thing

[TLOT] They'll cycle randomly, so don't put them near anything that might die from a bit of snow.

[Steve] sadly - Still nothing Lie?

-Big ole bear just starts meandering after them. It's like, a bigass polar bear with darker fur on it's back and a set of flowers on it's neck. Flowers form underfeet as it wanders along to them-

[TLOT] Turns and then double takes- What the heck is that?!

[hg] -tries to water the water the bears flowers on it's neck-

[Flowey, but a bear] -Slight grin- ... ?? -Turns head to look at HG-

[Steve] Hg be careful!

[Lie] Shakes her head-

-Flower growth-

[TLOT] Essh....

[Flowey] -Shakes head, dislodging now too big flowers. A few new ones bloom and grow in the same spot.-

[Steve] Is that okay..? That looks like a bear?!

[CP] Just sort of goes fuck this shit and starts leading Lie off-

[TLOT] Is a little distracted but notices Lie's clothes haven't changed and the collar is still missing.

[Flowey] -Meanders up toward Steve-

[Stevie] - Brother where are you going?

[CP] - None of your fucking business

[Steve] Full body shiver-

[Lie] - Brother?

[TLOT] Moves to protect Steve if nessesary-

[Flowey] -Plops to sit infront of Steve in a very human manner-

[Steve] Looks nervous- Hi?

[hg] -tries to pet flowey-

[Flowey] -Wave paw-

[Steve] extremely quiet- help...

[Zly Wilk] - strolls up the path with his thumbs hooked into the pockes of his waistcoat, his long duster billowing out behind him like a cape. He pauses a little ways off as he takes in the scene before him with an amused grin. - ....huh.

[Flowey] -lean snout in-

[TLOT] Skeptical look at the bear-

[Flowey] Boo.

[Steve] EEK.

[CP] Snorts in amusement-

[TLOT] Probes the bears mind -

[CP] Gets closer to Zly while leading Lie-

[Flowey] -Snickering as he turns- -The mind is definitely Flowey, mostly just thinking about who to be a dick to next. A bit on the fringes involving his past and several attempted murders of Firebird, although the bird's name is different in the memories-

[Flowey] -Looks at HG, who is still petting him- ...

[Zly Wilk] - waves a hello to the couple. To Cp - So who brought the walking rug?

[CP] - I don't know, and I don't care

[HG] -is smiling because flowey is a bear covered in flowers-

[Flowey] -Content bear noises-

[TLOT] Aloud - Not nice Flowey. And be nice to Hg, you and him have some common powers.

[Zly Wilk] -shrugs- ah well.... Nothing would surprise me around here. Lie, going for a new look?

[Flowey] I could've licked him. I thought about it. -Nod nod-

[Lie] - Er...  Well...

[CP] - She was deleted and currently has no memories...

[TLOT] No licking. That's my job.

[Steve] Still a little shaken up-

[Flowey] Pretty sure  your licking is more downward than I was going to.

[TLOT] Snorts-

[Zly Wilk] -oh.... I'm so sorry. That's not easy to deal with.... I know first hand. - to Lie-  Just take things slow and remember you are amongst friends. It will get easier in time.

[Lie] - Thank you, I'm afraid I don't know who you are though

[HG] -doesn't know if flowey would like some of the water but because they are half plant hg overs some to drink-

[Flowey] ..., -slurp-

[TLOT] At Hg - You realize that's another Herobrine right? He's not really a bear or a plant.

[HG] oh -doesn't know how to respond any further then that-

[Zly Wilk] That's ok. We haven't seen much of eachother around anyway. I'm Zly, a fairly new arrival to the seed. Came here with almost total memory loss.... Well, more of a memory block... But same effect.

[Lie] - Oh, I see.  How did you get yours back?

[Flowey] -Slowly gets up and trots after where Lie went. Time to cause more mischief.-

[Zly Wilk] My companion, Lazur, found me and used a password to unlock them.

We ran from a rather bad situation, it's complicated.... but it was necessary that i not know who i was in order to escape undetected.

But even now, the accident that made me a Brine erased some memories I'm still slowly working on getting back.

[Lie] - I see, I hope your memories return completely soon

[Flowey] -Definitely not slinking up behind Lie. Nope. Not at all.-

[Zly Wilk] Thank you. I hope yours do as well.  CP, how are you holding up in this?

[CP] - None of your business

[Steve] He's a liar, he's just as upset as the rest of us.

[Flowey] -Ever so slowly leans up over Lie, opening mouth-

[CP] Angrily flips Steve off-

[Steve] Sticks his tongue out-

[Zly Wilk] yeah, that's my problem... Always getting involved in things i shouldn't. Cant help myself. - pats CP companionably on the shoulder -

[CP] Growls at Zly-

[Lie] - CP?  Are you okay?

[Flowey] -Breath heavily on Lie-

[TLOT] I think we all just need to calm down....

[Zly Wilk] oooooh. I forgot. 'No touchie!!!'  - makes a show of brushing off CP's shoulder and smoothing his shirt sleeve - better, big guy?

[CP] Lunges at Zly, ready to attack-

[Lie] Yelps in surprise and turns around quickly, her power spiking through the ground and causing thorny black vines to erupt from the ground around her-

[Flowey] -Chittering laughter as he jumps back a bit-

[TLOT] Is so shocked he turns into a squid and swats Steve away from the vines-

[HG] -runs behind a tree from the vines-

[Lie] - I'm sorry!

[Steve] Falls in the dirt- Ow!

[TLOT] Flails for a moment and changes back laying on the ground himself-

[Zly Wilk] - quickly dodges back out of the big Brine's grasp-

[CP] Chases after Zly, summoning his sword-

[TLOT] Make them go away Lie. Please?

[Lie] - I don't know how

[Steve] You have to want them to go away! No one else can control them!

[Flowey] -Noses head up by a vine curiously-

[Lie] - I'll try...

[Flowey] -Sniff-

-The sharp thorn digs into Flowey's nose-

[Zly Wilk] - summons his staff - EASY NOW... CP... We don't have to do this right now. -takes a defensive posture

-Angry bear noise, followed by immediate attempt to bite a vine cin half-

[CP] - Then stop fucking butting in!

[Lie] Her fear spikes a little and a pod begins forming-

[Steve] Scuttles backwards- Nooooo.

[TLOT] Flowey don't do that!

[Flowey] -Growling, looks back at TLOT, still bity biting-

-The pod forms completely and lunges at Flowey, biting at him-

[TLOT] Is ready for battle if it's needed-

[Flowey] -in true fashion, tries to bite the pod as it tries to bite him. Vines of his own form and jab at the pod too.-

[Zly Wilk] -small smile- Sorry, problem with being made to help is.... Yeah, you can't not try to help. Even if it causes you an ass kicking. Ok.... I'll butt out.

But honestly, CP... I've been exactly where you're wife is. If I can help at all get her back to you, I'd be willing to do what i can.

-The pod pumps it's lust creating venom into Flowey-

[Flowey] -Weaker bites, and a noise faintly similar to a whine-

[Zly Wilk] -looks behind CP at the chaos unfolding behind them - Uh..... Yeah... Good talk, but i think we best turn our attention to what the neither is going on back there....

[CP] Glances back- Oh for fucks sake

[TLOT] Flowey is in for a rather rough ride....