#the smallest sapling

[deepslumbrrr]

Hello Again + About My Book...

Good morning, good afternoon, and good evening, my friends. It's been a while, huh? What a year it's been!

What's that? It's only February, you say?

Well, it sure is! And what a year it's been! Longest January of my life, I tell you.

Anyway, I'm popping in today because I want to talk about my book, The Smallest Sapling. Been a long time coming, eh?

There's a lot that I want to talk about, so if you're interested at all, details to follow below.

So, first and foremost, I want to thank everyone who has ever shown any interest in my writing career. My first book was exactly that—my first. There's more to come, but that's for later. For now, I have some information to share about my debut Fantasy novel.

Even before it was finished, a few people approached me with questions. They wanted to know the process. They wanted to know how exactly one writes a book in [Current Year].

Well, friends, I'm here to give you some news:

Writing the book is the easy part. Everything else? Ha, well... not as simple, I'm afraid. I'm thankful for the challenges I faced, however, and the lessons I learned from them.

Let's start with some stats:

As of today, February 1, 2024, I have sold twenty books, whether they were digital e-books or physical copies (paperback or hardcover).

And in totality, this is how much money I've made from my book in that time.

This might be well and good, until you consider...

...I've spent almost as much money on advertising the book itself!

I'm unsure if this is normal for new authors, especially those who self-publish. I'm unsure because, naturally, I've never done this before now. I wanted to take some advice from others before jumping into the deep end, so to speak. Sink or swim; learn as you go! That was my thought process.

I will say, however, that I am very proud of my work and what I've accomplished so far! As I said, I've learned quite a lot. I want to share what I've learned with all of you, especially those who have approached me and spoken to me about wanting to write a book themselves. I'm the first of my friends and acquaintances to do something like this, and I'd like to be a lighthouse for anyone lost at sea.

In a separate post coming soon(?) I want to talk about the writing process itself. That is to say, how to write a book, how to self-publish your book, and I'd like to share advice with my friends, contemporaries, and anyone else who is interested!

And, in the end...

Writing this book was, honestly, not very profitable at all. However, I'm not discouraged in the slightest. This is what I expected, after all.

Something important I learned: I am a little shy when it comes to just talking about my book to other people, even off the web. I know I didn't advertise as much as I could have. That 20 could have been a 30 if I was a little more assertive and little less shy.

This is also why most people try to go the traditional route when it comes to publishing their novels. They get big companies to do the heavy lifting for them, which is commendable, but just as perilous!

(More on that later!)

But whether I made ten dollars, or one dollar, or even no dollars, I don't regret it one bit. The journey is far from over, and I love, with all my heart and soul, every single step I've taken so far. It's a winding path, and my head is held high, and I'm chasing the sun.

I wonder what's at the end?

Let's find out together.

Until next time ❤️

#writing #slumbrrr #writeblr #aspiring author #first book #my first book #insights #statistics #stats #books sold #lighthouse #learned #the smallest sapling #alex ruiz #fantasy book #fantasy #new book

[ataraxiaspainting]

Hayloft.

Yan Mahito x GN Reader.

Synopsis: Mahito wants to farm.

Warnings: Yandere themes, kidnapping, Mahito as his own warning, implied minor character death, and implications of violence/forced cannibalism.

Word Count: 800.

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“Sounds fun! Looks so too!”

Mahito’s fingers tap and tap on the glass, unsurprisingly never leaving any fingerprints or smudges. He is a curse, after all. It makes sense. Not that you have to be reminded of such, with how little he knows of human culture, the world at large, or with how much he shapeshifts into a disembodied head at night to scare half-awake you. 

You are both sitting on a giant bean bag in the shape of a green slime of all things that Mahito brought in an hour or so earlier. Mahito, as expected, takes up most of it with a malformed arm wrapped around your shoulders and back. 

In your hands is a Nintendo Switch, the sticker case on the joycons, and the screen itself somewhat peeling off, but still the pink bunny and strawberry drawing designs stay intact.

The YouTube app is on, showing a playthrough of Stardew Valley. This part of the sewers had two bars of wifi from the little ramen place above it, something you are grateful for in some aspect. Because of it, you have one more piece of entertainment that is now Mahito bringing you back stale snacks and stuffed animals (that you pray to whatever higher power that they were not alive before Mahito got his hands on them) and nearly smothering you with hugs. 

This is calming. When you just read the dialogue of the characters and listen to the music and pay attention to the satisfying sight of the farmer planting pumpkin seeds and apple tree saplings, it is calming, you are calm, Mahito is, at least partially, calm.

Mahito wanted something to watch today and brought the Nintendo Switch for you to play with as he simply observes. It could be worse, you reminded yourself before you attempted to protest, stopping yourself. It could be much worse. He could turn you into the Nintendo Switch, or much, much worse.

It can be so much worse. He can be so much worse. Your life as a captive can be so much worse. Everything can be so much worse. That is a line you never want to cross because everything can be so, so much worse than it already is.

Mahito raises his free hand, and you pause the video, just as you were taught to. He then points again at the field of two-dimensional, square-like crops all in multiple rows of hoed soil. 

It’s springtime in the game, you think, from how the cherry trees have pink blossoms and petals falling onto nearby ground all around it.

Mahito counts with his fingertip, jumping from one plant to the next and then from one row to the next.

He whistles, and it makes you flinch because that is the same noise he makes whenever you scream, a reaction to when he brings a body part of someone you loved here, throwing it down beside the small dog bed you were given for good behavior, the blood staining the fabric as it falls with a grotesque, sort of plopping sound.

If Mahito wants to grow vegetables and fruit in the few places this sewer has sunlight, he can be your guest.

“Potato, cauliflower, garlic… green beans, kale, parsnips, rhubarb, strawberries…” He says each word like he has never heard of them before. Considering he has never really set foot in a grocery or convenience store for anything other than chips, it is not all that surprising. With another wave of his hand, you rewind it to the moment where the farmer character starts watering the seeds when they are freshly planted. He waits. So do you. “Sounds good! We can make some cheese cauliflower, parsnip soup, pizza, hashbrowns… just imagine it! Yum… I can just picture it now.”

With yet another wave of his hand, you stand up and so does he. Relief goes through you, like a ghost, both horrifying you and making you feel the smallest bit of hope that for once Mahito can act normal.

…

“M-Mahito, vegetables don’t grow that fast.” You say, looking down at the plate of baked fish with what smells like kale and garlic underneath, along with lemon and salt. “H-How-”

“It’s simply the power of love!” Mahito exclaims, inhaling loudly to smell the dish in front of you two. He sighs softly. “A pure demonstration of my love, all I do for you, and all I will do for you in the future.”

You could have sworn that there was the smallest voice from the fish if Mahito’s bragging of how much work went into making you a dish from Stardew Valley was not so loud.

Help me.

“Dig in, cutie!”

You would do anything for Mahito’s grin to not turn into a frown, so you pick up your fork with trembling, scarred hands.

#aya abstractions #yandere #yandere x reader #yandere mahito x reader #yandere mahito #yandere jujutsu kaisen x reader #yandere jjk x reader #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #mahito x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk x reader #jjk fanfic

[angel-gone-south]

i have a request for gn!reader who js eats everything after seeing my brothers doing this. Most common stuff bein like playdoh, orbeez, or flowers w craig, tweek and maybe some of the main kids? probably would make more sense if they all were 4th graders? (srry if its too much, like ur stuff and saw reqs were open!)

Main 5 + Craig and Those Guys w/ Reader Who Eats Everything!

my friend used to do this. i think its a disorder? pica iirc anyway TYSM FOR UR REQ 4th grade reader + boys

【☆】★【☆】

Eric Cartman

hey what are u doing

hey that's not food, you idiot

makes fun of you for it

but secretly keeps an eye on what goes in

berates you extra hard when its something extra bad

brings you snacks sometimes so you don't put bad shit in your mouth

if you question him about it "mom packed too much"

Kyle Broflovski

no!! no no!!!

lectures you like a mom

brings you chew stims or snacks when he can

has to practically keep you on a leash

jesus christ he does the thing where he pinches the bridge of his nose when he gets annoyed

enjoys your presence but you stress him out deeply!

Stan Marsh

bets you you can't swallow it (if it's safe)

holds your hand in a death grip so you can't run off and get into something really bad

steals his sister's mints and gum so you can have it

sometimes you gnaw on his arm

he pats your head while you do

thinks you're MAD WEIRD but loves u fr

Kenny McCormick

dude he does it too a lot

if he doesn't think it's safe he eats it first

has died a lot this way

doesn't mind though if it keeps you safe

would let you chew on him but he's a bit stinky so you don't

he steals you dog toys as a joke but you actually use them

flattered but laughs at you

Butters Stotch

oh golly

please dont eat those

he worries so bad

:[

makes you the stuff that's like playdough but edible

has chew stims out the wazoo

lets you chew on his sleeve and then wails about the wetness

he doesn't actually mind though

Craig Tucker

pays you to do it

laughs when you hate the taste of something

"your fault for putting it in your mouth, idiot."

he's right tbh but you still pout about it

has so many pictures of you putting random shit near your mouth

taken seconds before he snatched them away from you

his sister eggs you on

he yells at her for it and then also eggs you on

Tweek Tweak

oh god oh god please don't!!

screams when he catches you

you've got this boy practically ripping his hair out

worried about even the smallest things

he can't stand to watch but also feels inclined to (to keep you safe)

learns the Heimlich just because of you

bought books upon books of what flowers, bugs, and plants are ok to eat

it keeps him up at night

Jimmy Valmer

always cracking jokes

definitely thinks you should be more careful though

will learn about it (not to the tweek extent)

tries some stuff with you like wild blackberries

one time you guys ate gingko sapling

boy, the bitter taste would NOT come out!

Tolkien Black

while he thinks it's cute, he will urge you to stop

whenever the boys catch you doing it clyde goes "aw, momma's gonna be mad"

then turns to tolkien

eye rolls are given in return as he stops you from consuming literal poison ivy

gives you gum and chewy stimmies

holds you by the shirt collar when you run to grab something

Clyde Donovan

silly goose

honest to god makes bets with craig on if you will (tw) throw up or not

bites you back if you bite him

eats certain things with you

you both got sick from eating marigolds once

his mom was not very happy with you

but the days next to each other in the hospital room were fun

you ate flowers less after that

#south park x y/n #south park #south park fanfiction #south park x reader #south park x you #emeto #gn reader #sp kyle #sp stan #sp eric #sp cartman #sp butters #sp craig #sp tweek #sp tolkien #sp clyde #sp jimmy #sp kyle broflovski #sp stan marsh #sp kenny #sp kenny mccormick #sp butters stotch #sp craig tucker #sp tweek tweak #sp jimmy valmer #sp clyde donovan #➳ Sticky Notes!♡ #➳ Return to Sender!♡

[whattheheckmidoriya]

How do you think Levi & Aizawa would react to being told their partner is having quadruplets? I can imagine any dad would be STRESSED 😂

Woah😭 Thats has ME stressed out😭😭

•

Levi would certainly be the most anxious he'd ever been. There's so much wrong in the world and a soft, hesitant promise of tomorrow. He'd be terrified. He doesn't know the first thing about being a father— hell, he doesn't even know what it's like to have one. How could he ever hope to be a good one for the saplings of life growing within his love? He'd grow immensely protective of his partner, always near and always gentle. Truth of the matter was, he didn't know how this would all play out. But he's not alone in this. He's got the love of his life by his side, as he has his squad to jump in whenever he falters.

Aizawa would be a wreck, but he'd mask it quite well until his emotions got the better of him. He'd be so worried about even the smallest of details. He finds peace in knowing that there are several people he trusts who are willing to lend a hand whenever he's bitten off more than he could chew. This poor man will find any excuse to be near his love during the pregnancy, declaring a self-care night five out of the seven days of the week. It also helps to have Eri, Shinso and Mic around. The world seems a bit lighter whenever they're around.

#pau answers #OH GOODNESS #CAN YOU IMAGINE THO??? #aizawa x reader #aizawa shota x reader #shota aizawa x reader #eraserhead x reader #bnha shouta aizawa #aizawa shouta x reader #shouta aizawa x reader #shingeki no kyoujin levi #levi ackerman x you #levi ackerman x reader #captain levi ackerman #captain levi x you #captain levi x reader

[dots3a]

This morning I had an e-mail exchange with the office of Senator Budd because he responded to my pleas for a ceasefire by telling me he's going to "continue to supply lethal aid" to Israel and then that i should not use e-mail templates if I want to engage in discourse. He said if I had seen what he saw on the October 7th tapes, I'd understand. I have seen hundreds of dead bodies caked in dust and blood. There is nothing you could show me that will change me into someone who thinks dropping bombs -- on anyone -- is a reasonable solution to anything.

I walked outside and the backyard is filled with blooming violets, daffodils, butterflies, various types of bees, and lady bugs. I saw my first wild strawberry flower of the season. The màxkwim has begun to sprout. The strawberry my youngest planted as a seed last year surprised me with flowers already. Each of the berry saplings I gifted myself for my birthday last July has new growth, they seem to be thriving in their new homes.

I am not getting better at straddling these two realities. I cannot sit next to the garden beds without carrying the people I've seen suffering in Palestine heavy in my heart. I can't water seeds that will hopefully grow into something my children can eat, without feeling acute awareness of the illegality of collecting rain water for Palestinians, whose children are starving to death to the sound of gunfire and American bombs -- Israel owns the water that falls from the sky, according to Israel.

I do not understand people who are able to carry on as usual. I do not understand people who are not moved to even the smallest actions of resistance. I do not understand the acquiescence. The acceptance of what is clearly unacceptable. The nonchalance of it all.

I wish there were quiet moments of peace in the dawning spring in Palestine, with children happy with their families among the flowers. I will continue to work towards that future in any way I can. I hope more will join those of us who cannot look away.

#words words words #ceasefire now #uplift palestinian voices #speak up for palestine #from the river to the sea palestine will be free #free free palestine #free palestine

[honey-minded-hivemind]

For the 🍂Over The Garden Wall AU, over half of the vote went to The Beast Platonic Yans! Now, for the Beast Platonic Yans, we have a few characters who fit the beastly, feral, and/or fluffy side of this character type. But first things first: What is The Beast from Over The Garden Wall?

The Beast was a being that haunted the Unknown, making lost souls into edelwood trees, following after the protagonists, and has a lantern known as the Dark Lantern that it needs to stay lit at all times, doing so by being fed edelwood oil. The Beast seems to represent a few things, ranging from a demon to an allegory of passive suicide to Death itself... it is something shrouded in shadow, hardly seen or heard, and to survive it is a miracle.

For my AU, the Beast Platonic Yans are something like a spirit/lord/deity over Winter, cold, and hunger... they are hungry beings, who for this, are not entirely made up of edelwood, but are a mix of man, edelwood, and animal, making them a haunting image. They can shift between their more monstrous form, or their more human form, but their eyes, if caught in moonlight, will glow with the ghostly shades of blue and white and yellow and red, in a hypnotic display that those who survive consider impossible to look away from...

Now, what about the characters who can fall into this category? Some of the characters who qualify (or fit better) for this are Logan/Wolverine, Victor/Sabretooth, and possibly Hank/Beast... they all have more animalistic qualities, strength, and some form of wit/cunning... Hank/Beast could also fit the Witch, due to how he is a scientist, and that could easily become something like alchemy or healing for this AU... Logan/Wolverine and Victor/Sabretooth could also fall into Woodsman as well, being a keeper of a lantern and bearing a great burden...

For the type of bby they'd have, imagine someone who is a mix of Wirt and Greg, someone who is old enough to understand the danger and looming threats around them, but enough childish wonder and faith in good that they hope for the best... someone who balances between joy and despair, teetering on the edge of life and death, who somehow... survives, the Unknown. Nothing thrown at them stops them, no betrayal or pain or fatigue keeps them down, and the easy way out and comfort are ignored or passed by in favor of finding a way home... it intrigues the Beast Platonic Yans...

Someone that persistent survived their woods? Defies death and sorrow? Embraces the cold and turns from warmth, all to find even a shred of a clue to a way home? It is... perplexing. Annoying at first, but... imagine having that sort of person as their next edelwood. The oil from their tree would certainly burn the brightest... so they keep enticing the reader, trying to worm into them sadness and terror and despair... but still, nothing works... and after so long being invested in this little mortal, they reach a conclusion... they don't want them dead...

If anything, they now want to preserve that tiny spark of life in them... easier said than done. They know humans tend to die easily, and any enemies of theirs would gladly kill their bby just to satisfy a grudge... or a cult or witch would sacrifice their bby, in hopes of appeasing them or some other entity of the Unknown... or their bby actually makes it home, and out of their grasp... But... there is always a way to keep their bby near them, reliant on them... their bby could simply become one of them. Another Beast, albeit a sapling, a pup/cub, who would have to be kept close to them, where they can make sure their soul stays in their lantern and stays lit (they wouldn't dare risk their bby having their own lantern and trying to starve themself)... It would take the help of their Witch friends and allies, but, it would all be worth it...

How could they let their smallest bit of light go? The woods are cold and dark and deep, and having someone so soft, so warm,, so sweet, as a friend/child... it doesn't seem bad to them in the least. They would have to make sure their bby would get enough nutrients during the process, possibly using some roots (possibly theirs) to feed their bby's body while they rest during the transformation period. And it will be okay, in their opinion... they won't let anyone hurt their bby, and once their bby wakes up... they have a new life to share with them, now that they've ended their old one... they will be careful, caring... their bby will need their help, after all, after the transformation is complete...

#honeycomb thoughts #platonic yandere marvel #yandere platonic marvel #platonic yandere marvel x reader #platonic yandere xmen #yandere x-men #platonic yandere #🍂Over The Garden Wall AU!

[eywamygoddesswrites]

Hi ! I saw your 100 follower special and I wanted to request a F!reader x Kiri with Prompt #19 and #10

You can choose just one if you'd like or you can do both I don't mind!

Thank you!

🌺 kiri x fem!reader 🌺 | — 🌺100 𝓯𝓸𝓵𝓵𝓸𝔀𝓮𝓻𝓼 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 !!!🌺 —

prompt: #19 - being observant of their likes and dislikes

being born in pandora has its advantages and disadvantages. advantages are you get to appreciate nature’s beauty and never got to experience the destruction of earth. disadvantages are you don’t get to breathe its air and everything is just too big that a human like you can disappear if you went out for 5 minutes.

that’s where kiri comes into the picture. you and kiri grew up together attached to the hips. neytiri somewhat tolerated you and treated you much better than spider. still, she can’t help but feel that humans like you will eventually do something and break their trust. but that doesn’t change kiri’s opinion of you since you two hang out so much, she knows you like the back of her hand.

growing up, kiri is very attentive to everything that involved you, almost observant really. she knows you loved vanilla-flavored ice cream to loving this specific pandora fruit that only comes by during a specific season (she would always find them during the said season and gift them to you).

but what she loved about you the most was your love for pandora. since she herself was closer to eywa than most na’vi’s, she can feel the love you emit to your surroundings. how you give positive affirmations to everything you see, even to the smallest growing sapling you see during your late-night walks with kiri. you especially loved seeing the woodsprites and when one lands on your arm, it makes you giggle because its little tendrils tickled.

you also loved flying on the ikrans. since you’re a human, you can’t make bonds with anything so kiri would always take you to her ikran and fly around for hours and hours, her tail wrapped securely around your waist as one of her hands held your stomach down while the other hand held onto the ikran. you would squeal in joy and laugh when the wind tickled your sides as your hands held onto kiri’s arm so you wouldn’t fall.

then, there were nights that are reserved for you two and you two alone. you loved having late-night talks talking about anything that comes to mind. when you two don’t see each other for days when you got busy in the lab, you would tell kiri everything that happened, not leaving out any details.

when she takes note of everything about your likes, she would notice how your nose would scrunch up and your eyes turn into crescents especially when it’s something you absolutely adore. your body would shake slightly out of excitement especially when it’s something new that immediately got your attention.

those are what she observed when it’s about your likes. your dislikes are a different story. dislikes are rare for you but they’re there. people just had to have keen eyes.

you hated rough fabrics and would gag when you accidentally touch them. you also hated the foul smell a certain pandora plant emits and would immediately run away from it. you also hated weaving because it would leave cuts on your fingers but you don’t mind receiving gifts that were woven, but weaving is a big no no.

you also hated climbing trees. yeah, it’s what the omatikaya’s do everyday for centuries and centuries, but it drained your energy a little too fast. since you were a lot smaller than kiri, she can easily carry you so you’d always be on her back when you need to be somewhere that required climbing up.

kiri had loved you for so long and seeing your likes and dislikes made her like you even more. you were different but that’s what made you interesting to her. she hopes that you don’t get tired of hanging out with her. she wants to be there every step of the way, observing your ever-growing list of likes and dislikes.

— 🌺100 𝓼𝓹𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓪𝓵 𝓶𝓪𝓼𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓵𝓲𝓼𝓽🌺 —

#avatar x reader #avatar x fem!reader #avatar x you #avatar x y/n #avatar #avatar 2 #avatar the way of water #atwow #kiri x reader #kiri x fem!reader #kiri x human!reader #kiri x you #kiri x y/n #kiri sully x reader #kiri sully x fem!reader #kiri sully x human!reader #kiri sully x you #kiri sully x y/n #avatar kiri #avatar kiri sully #avatar 2 kiri #avatar 2 kiri sully #atwow kiri #atwow kiri sully #x reader #x fem!reader #nomel gets 100 #🌺100 followers special !!!🌺 #↶*ೃ✧˚. ❃ ↷ penpal ˊ-

[markhors-menagerie]

Sumatran rhinoceros (Dicerorhinus sumatrensis)

The smallest living species of rhino, the Sumatran rhinoceros has a thin layer of hair and a diet composed mostly of tree saplings. They used to live on the islands of Sumatra and Borneo, on the Malay Peninsula, and even as far north as India, in rainforest, tropical swamp, and highland forest environments. But like other rhinos, they have dwindled in the last few centuries, and there are less than 100 Sumatran rhinos living today. They leave behind a variety of physical traces- wallows in the ground to cool off in, scrapes in the ground and bent saplings to mark their territory, and paths carved through the brush.

#markhors-menagerie #animal facts #animals #biology #fun facts #ungulates #odd toed ungulates #rhinoceros #Sumatran rhinoceros

[tinypawsmightychallanges]

( Leaf-Bare ) Moon 14 - Saplings

The new, young couple went on a walk under the night sky, the moonlight illuminating their fur and the frosted ground of leaf-bare around them, their paws crunching the snow underneath as they enjoyed this simple peaceful time together.

Suddenly, Soda stopped, ears perked up and alert. Soot stopped a few paces ahead, turning his head to look back at the bigger tom.

" Is something wrong? " He asked, a twinge of worry in his voice. What was it that had caught the other tom's attention.

" ... " Soda'Fizz didn't answer at first, ears panning. " Do.. Do you hear that? " He spoke in a hushed tone, almost as if he was trying not to be heard by whatever did set off this behavior.

Soot kept quiet, turning his ears in the direction Soda himself had turned his, listening.. Wasn't exactly a surprise that Soda'Fizz was able to hear it before him, considering he was the best hunter currently in this clan, the Warrior was clearly made out to already be able to hear the smallest of sounds for hunting. He just had to try hearing it himself now..

And after a while, he did. He did hear it. The sounds of mewling being carried over by the wind. Was it a kitten? If it was then.. Out here it would certainly be in trouble.

Soot didn't even think twice, swerving and rushing towards the source of the sound, paws barely touching the ground at this point. While Soda was a bit concerned and wasn't really sure that they should be even going near the strange sounds he did understand the urgency if it was just a kitten.. And so with a sigh he followed behind.

The sound got close, closer as Soot kept running. It was certain that it was a kitten, perhaps multiple. Soot'Paw paused infront of a tall part in the grass of which behind it the sounds seemed to be coming from, 4 dark shapes could be fainly made out between the blades, sitting on his haunches and moving his paws to push the tallgrass out of the way of his line of sight, revealing that his theroy was correct..

It was kits, infact, it was four of them, three with fur as dark as the smoke coming from some of the monsters he'd seen about and one with about the same tone of gray that was more similar to simple stones. They looked to be around the same age of Hawk'Night's litter, which meant that they could only be ateast a couple weeks old each,.. They had a very stange scent on them, similar to the scents on those strange twoleg objects he'd seen or on the camp's big bowl monster before it had been replaced by the familiar scents of comet colony cats.

As Soot'Paw opened his mouth to speak a shiver ran up his spine, the scent only becoming stronger as he did. He took a moment to get used to it before speaking again.

" Soda.. We have to take care of these kits now. " Soot spoke with confidence in his voice, it wasn't even a question if they should or not.. Unlike Soda's expression which was CLEARLY questioning if they should be taking these kits.

" But.. But what if their parents come back for them- "

" Then we'll just take care of them until they come back! We can't just leave them out here to fend for themselves. Certainly not after having had to do that ourselves! "

" ... " Soda stared at the four kits, a sad look in his eyes as he nodded.

" Alright, Soot.. We'll just have to hurry then. " The Warrior spoke. The two scoop up three of the kits, the fourth seeming pretty determined just to run beside them as they returned to camp.

[ Brair'Kit ( Male, Daydreamer, Lover of Stories ), Whisker'Kit ( Male, Quiet, Picky Nest Builder ), Wolverine'Kit ( Male, Know-It-All, Confident with Words ) and Small'Kit ( Male, Troublesome, Moss-Ball Hunter ) are taken into the clan to be tended to more properly. Splinter, their birth mother, has joined the Unknown Residence as she watches her kits be taken into the safety of the colony, thankful. ]

" hopefully there will be enough room for four more... " Soda'Fizz mumbled between the scruff of one of the struggling kit he was holding gently in his maw.. That was a concern. There would already be four kits with Hawk'Night having recently given birth.

Would there truly be enough room for them all..? They'll just have to see for themselves, Soot supposed.

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After seeing and smelling the kits herself.. Hawk'Night ponders what had happened to her own twolegs as she watches Soda'Fizz take Quail'Paw out to fish. They weren't in that raid after all.. And while they were a kind couple of people they were also far too kind to just leave a group of cats to fend for themselves out in the wild.

Moon 14 - Saplings End. sorry for it being mostly writing :thumbsup:

#Moon 14 #clangen #clangen blog #clangen challenge #warriors oc

[deepslumbrrr]

MY ORIGINAL FANTASY NOVEL JUST CAME OUT!

(Graphic design is my passion, amirite?)

A FANTASY NOVEL ABOUT DEATH, DECAY, AND LITTLE WITCHES!

Alma Evergreen lives a quiet life as a carnifex: a death-worshiping, magic-weaving, fancy-speaking little witch. When Prince Benjamin is found dead under mysterious circumstances, Alma is tasked with reaching the castle and solving the new mystery that’s befallen the great kingdom of Moonsong. Joining her is Violet, one of the prince’s faithful fixers, on a quest of her own to ensure Alma reaches the castle swiftly and safely—but can she be trusted? And for that matter, can Alma? THE SMALLEST SAPLING is a feel-good "witchy" fantasy story that is full of humor and heart, and it stands as a testament to the adage that sometimes, the journey can be just as fulfilling as the destination.

I'm so excited to share this with everyone, and I hope you all have as much fun reading this as I did writing it!

I can't wait to create more stories for all of you 💚

You can find the story in multiple formats here!

https://www.amazon.com/dp/B0CP3XVKZW

#writing #slumbrrr #writeblr #aspiring author #new author #sapphic #wlw fantasy #new book #fantasy books #self publication #please read #and review #and share with all your millionaire friends #my first book

[ourladyoflight]

What is the age and power order of Angel and her siblings?

First comes Corsanthius! Or... Angel? The record's a bit muddy on who was actually created first, no matter who you ask. All the other brothers know is that Corey and Angel both act as the oldest- and that they call each other "Older Brother" and "Older Sister" respectively, for an extra layer of confusion.

Corey specializes in flora and life, and he's the reason why new life can begin! When land is fertile enough for a harvest, and when saplings can begin to grow again in the most barren of places, that's his doing. No end is never truly finite when he's near, and nature heals by his hand. (The baby he's holding is his child, Evely! He had her with another angel that his sister may or may not have deliberately introduced him to.)

(Corey's the true eldest sibling. Angel came a few moments later, but it's a little fun to make your younger siblings wonder, isn't it?)

Next up is the Angel we know and love!! She goes by a different name when she's home, which she keeps well hidden. On the surface, it might seem like she specializes in light and purity- but all of the siblings are creatures of light, just to varying degrees.

Our Angel handles the threads of fate, which commonly take on a red appearance- but not always! They can be a variety of colors, and they're what draw people together for any reason. It's why you ran into an old childhood friend the day you felt a strong urge to go to the store, it's what drew your parents together, what drew an adult child out of the hurtful home of her family- and it's what draws quarreling friends apart, then together, then apart again. There are many types of love- platonic, familial, self- and the threads of fate rely on them. When tugged one way or another, Angel can influence the happenings of the world in a less overt manner.

After Corey and Angel comes Majdy!! Despite his seemingly peaceful demeanor, he plays an incredibly large role. Every mountain's peak, valley, ocean trench and winding river were sculpted by him; he's the force that drives Earth's tectonic plates to move, and he sculpts the Earth as time continues to pass. He was created a short while after Corey and Angel.

His siblings have proclaimed him the most beautiful out of all of them, because he mirrors the beauty he sees in the world- and he has a special eye for creating it too. Minerals and gemstones are something he delights in creating, and he's even created some in particular for his siblings.

(Rumor has it that he's searching for a mortal soul- a particular soul, on Earth. He won't say much about it- but come to think of it, there is a bloodline whose faces bear striking similarities to his.

The soul he's searching for must be very special to him.)

Following Majdy is Avgare (on the left), then Ellua (on the right). They were created a short while after Majdy, but sprung into existence within a relatively short timeframe- and they're very close as a result!

Avgare's specialty is the heavens- specifically the happenings of the sky. He's very tall in stature, and it was rumored that he held up the heavens with his own two hands to put it in its proper place. He bears a mantle of cumulus and nimbus, and a booming voice- but don't let his appearance fool you! He's a big sweetheart who loves his siblings more than anything else.

He doesn't travel to Earth often, but he's an avid artist! If you've ever seen a sunrise beautiful enough to stop you in your tracks, or watched the sun come out after a thunderstorm, he'd be honored to know that you appreciate his work. (His favorite thing to do is create fun clouds for children to see. Sometimes he'll make specific shapes he knows they'll love.)

Ellua specializes in direction- and for good reason! He's the smallest out of all the siblings, but he's by far the quickest. He orients the poles of the Earth, making sure that North is always North; he's how early civilizations came to rely on the sun rising in the east, and how humans grew comfortable with travel. He bears an iridescent shawl that accompanies him as he moves about, and the occasional flash of light can often be attributed to him for that reason.

(There isn't a thing that Ellua does slowly, much to the amusement of his brothers. The only thing that's been known to slow him down is bees. They hold a special place in his heart, and he'll take extra care whenever he's handling them or helping them about.)

And finally, we have Verche!! Verche is the baby of the siblings, and was created last. Unlike the others, whose forms are relatively humanoid and stable, Verche is... Slightly less so. One might first notice that Verche has a cluster of moths, antennae, and owl wings as opposed to a face, and this is because his form is in a constant state of change! It's very rare for Verche to look the same way for a consistent period of time, not that his siblings seem to mind. Sometimes he will forget what he looks like, and grow unstable; his siblings will take his hand, hold him, and remind him until he solidifies again.

Verche's specialty is truth- and because he sees all forms of truth, he has no true eyes. The most he can do is imitate the presence of eyes, which is oftentimes even more unsettling than the absence of them!

Despite him being blind on all accounts, it's impossible to lie to him: his soul contains all truths. Verche functions similarly to how a computer would, constantly running statements in his mind until he determines what's true. He knows what color Corey's eyes are, he knows what Avgare's sculpted in the sky; he knows the details of Angel's battles that she never talks about, and he knows what Majdy's searching for.

It can be a bit of a gamble figuring out who's the most powerful, especially with the roles each of them play in Heaven and Earth. But although the damage most of them can do is rather high, Corsanthius would be among the most devastating. Even a human can tear the Earth apart- but it would take a very disgruntled Corey to ensure nothing ever grows back.

Verche would be the next contender. Maybe somewhere in another universe, he's chosen to bend truth. It wouldn't be a hard thing for him to do.

(They all also think their sister is terrifying when she's mad. But they love her for it anyway.)

#(( I started typing and the words just kept coming!! I can add a readmore if anyone would like me to!! #(( Thank you so much for this ask!! I've been so excited to talk about these guys for the longest time!! 💜 #(( Hopefully I can make more polished art for them aside from these speedy refs!! 😂 #muse-borealis #𓆰 𝐵𝓇𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈

[somnambulant-seraphim]

Three small crocheted frogs. At this point, I’ve made a frog out of each colour of my yarns, three slightly bigger ones and four smaller ones. I’ll be using the rest of my yarn to make more squares to add to my blanket, since I’d like it to be a little bigger. 

Their names are ☽☼Eclipse☼☾ ,  ⚝⛧Hex⛧⚝  and 𐐪𐑂⚘ Sapling ⚘𐐪𐑂

Hex now takes the title of the smallest plush frog I’ve made. 

#frogs #frogcore #crochet #sewing #handmade #handsewn #my crafts #my post #my photos #frog #sew #crocheting #toads #forestcore #mosscore #witch #witchcraft #gremlincore #fairycore #crowcore #corvidcore #mothcore #witchcore #adventurecore #cottagecore #goblincore #faecore #green witch #cryptidcore #cryptids

[docgold13]

365 Marvel Comics Paper Cut-Out SuperHeroes - One Hero, Every Day, All Year…

December 22nd - Groot

The heroic being called Groot is a Flora Colossi from Planet X, the capital of the branch worlds. As a sapling, Groot did not get along with those of his kind, instead preferring the company of the ‘maintenance mammals’ who the other saplings treated with prejudice. After Groot killed another sapling to defend a maintenance mammal it was brutalizing, as well as releasing a human subject that was kidnapped for scientific purposes, he was exiled from the planet by the Arbor Masters. With no place to go, Groot set out to explore other galaxies.

Flora Colossi possess a very specific form of language.  Their larynx harden as they age and they are only able to utter the singular phrase ‘I am Groot.’  Those who listen very carefully, however, can detect a multitude of different inflections within the phrase that can convey an unlimited number of meanings.  Very few outside of the Branch Worlds are able to decipher this language.  As a result Groot is frequently misinterpreted (primarily that his name is Groot; it’s not, but that is what everyone calls him).  

His size, power and tendency to be misunderstood ultimately resulted in Groot’s being captured and imprisoned by The Kree. While in incarcerated on Aladon, Groot formed a rapport with fellow prisoner, Rocket Raccoon.  Rocket was able to understand Groot’s language and the two would go on to become lifelong friends and partners.  

Both Groot and Rocket were conscripted onto the covert operations team led by Star-Lord, whose goal was to assault Hala and defeat the Phalanx. The team succeeded in this mission thanks in no small part to Groot having sacrificed himself to save the others.  His body was mostly destroyed, but a small twig of him splintered off and was kept by Rocket.  

Rocket kept the twig as a memento of his fallen friend, not realizing that Flora Colossi can regenerate themselves from even the smallest remnant of their original forms.  Groot re-grew himself, much to Rocket’s relief, and continued on as a part of Star-Lord’s new Guardians of The Galaxy.

Groot has continued on as a member of the Guardians while also having adventures on his own and alongside his pal, Rocket.  

Groot has featured prominently in the Marvel Cinematic Universe, motion-capture performed by a number of actors including Vin Diesel, Krystian Godlewski, Sean Gunn, and Terry Notary; actor Vin Diesel voices the character.  The hero first appeared in the pages of Annihilation: Conquest - Starlord #1 (2007).  A different Flora Colossi also known as Groot attacked the earth prior to the heroic age as the monster from Planet X (from the pages of Tales to Astonish #13, 1960).  

#365 Marvel Comics Heroes #Groot #Guardians of The Galaxy #Vin Diesel #cut-out #paper art

[eggtrolls]

bad news from the AWCP (Atlantic White Cedar Project): the smallest of cohort 1, Ursa Minor, is not doing well following repotting and separation from Ursa Major. It might be transplant shock or root damage or the multiple days of minimal sunlight but my littlest soldier is visibly drooping. Gemini 1 and 2 did so well after their transplant that I was hoping it would be fine for the other set of twins but Little Bear might not make it. I added some Osmocote fertilizer and gave her some extra water this morning and will monitor closely but I’m not optimistic. I only had 8 survive for year after maybe…25(?) sprouted so I really don’t want to lose a single sapling. Sigh.

#dispatches from the park #I need to email JS1 so many things but mainly to hook me up with JP from the wetlands park so I can get these puppies in the DIRT #you have skunk cabbage. you want my weird little trees sooooo badly. you think I’m so sexy

[whispering-radiance]

-Generator Rex OCs- Part One-

After being here for a while, I’d really like to share some light on my two characters. And since I want to keep the tag clean, I’m going to present them after this sign : D

Hello again to everyone who decided to expand this post, and let’s get started!

Firstly we have Kathryn, Kate for short, or Katarzyna in Polish

Kathryn was a member of the original Nanite project team, she didn���t really have a major role in creating the nanite, she was more of an careful observer and tester. As a scientist, she studied the relation between living organisms and nanites, what matter to her the most however, was how this new creation can influence the earth’s flora. At that point she could only speculate on countless possibilities and new mutations, she kept it all well documented.

Kathryn tried to be sociable with rest of the team, but mostly she was occupied by her own studies.

She did, to others surprise, form a relationship with notorious, Van Kleiss.

Throughout the project’s run, two of them could have always be seen together, even though they’ve had a tendency to argue over the smallest inconsistence in for example, a research paper.

During the event, or should I say, before the event. Kathryn was asked by Van Kleiss, to leave the facility urgently. Something terrible was about to happen soon, and he wanted to give his partner a chance to avoid it. They both exchanged trackers that show their location, and Kate left with a promise that they will meet soon.

She didn’t manage to get that far away from the city, and was probably one of the first to mutate into an Evo.

And what an evo she was!

A gigantic, forest titan. If not for a fact that she lied peacefully in her sleep, she might have posed as a serious threat.

After Van Kleiss reformed in Abyssus, he went on a search to find his partner, carefully following the coordinates of tracker he gave her before the disaster.

To his surprise, he encountered this sleeping beast. Hearing a familiar voice, she woke up, and spoke, like if her mind was still clear, despite her Evo appearance, it was still her.

She wished to go back with Van, but roots of the forest held her like a prisoner.

Before they said farewell, Kathryn asked Van if he can do one thing for her.

And she entrusted him with a sapling that will grow into a child.

And I’ll cover this little baby in the next part! Stay tuned, and thanks to everyone who decided to give this a read!

#generator rex #van kleiss #genrex #cartoon #generator rex van kleiss #Oc #artwork #generator rex oc #oc story #text post #long post

[sparklywatercolors]

if i may say something. it takes a flower only a few weeks to grow, meanwhile a tree it takes years and years. Would you say the tree is lazy and terrible because it takes so long? no, because all thigns grow and live at there won pace. This isnt even accounting for outside factors. do not measure your own growth against the growth of others, it is unfair to yourself. especially if you dont consider outside factors and things like that. you are growing at your own pace, be kind to yourself because you deserve it.

I needed to hear that, thank you. I have just been through so much, I feel like I'm still a little little sapling (using the tree example). I think I was overreacting earlier, because you're right. I have been growing. I often tell others that everyone has their own lessons to learn in this lifetime, and yet, here I am wanting things now now now, but I always get hit with roadblocks. I think I need to be more patient with myself. Cause I took it slow with applying to internships, and here I am as a technical writer for a small start up that barely got traction, and my article got them like 10x the amount of readers they had before. (And also my team is rly nice and :((( so encouraging i love them all). Last year, I was allowing some real gross people in my life, allowing them to physically, mentally (you name it!) abuse me. But now I don't take that shit. I have been learning my boundaries. And also, I do so much to help others, sure I don't have a job right now, but that doesn't mean I never will, that doesn't mean the research and volunteer work I do, means nothing. Hell, a few weeks ago, my one environmental group had a Zoom meeting "awards" night. And I was voted as the kindest editor. Who cares about the award, I got to hear the reasons why, I broke down SOBBING. I was told I never give up on anyone, no matter how "bad" they're doing. And that I made everyone feel seen and heard and valued. ((My supervisor had to ask if I was okay, because I was blubbering during me saying thank you, i love you guys so much. )) I have to sit and wonder, why don't I do the same for myself? Why don't I make myself seen and heard. Sure I keep a diary but, it's mostly me talking about others and their accomplishments. I think I might need to treat my smallest accomplishments as a big deal. It might seem silly to some, but as someone who is just *going through it* I think it's a great idea. But thank you for this. <3.

#ask #personal #thank you *insert the hug emoji bc im on my laptop*