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mapleandcedar · 2 months

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Hello Rotomblr! I’m Professor Reina Maple, and this blog is a joint account between myself and my wife, Professor Mari Cedar. It will mostly be me posting on here, however, as Mari doesn’t particularly care for social media. We’re based in Nacrene City of the Unova region, and have a lab just outside of the city, in the outskirts of Pinwheel Forest. Feel free to ask us any questions you may have!

Our daughter Vivi convinced us (me) that making an account here would help with networking. She logs her adventures here and has gotten some rather useful information from people. Her username is @vivid-mandrake I believe?

I’ll do personal introductions here, and then talk about our teams below the cut!

As mentioned above, my name is Reina Kondo Maple, and I am an immigrant to Unova from Johto. I grew up in Azalea Town, where my family lived for… quite a few generations. I have a sister who lives there still. My research focuses on the ways that pokemon adapt to different climates, status conditions, and other external factors. My Trainer Card is attached below. Also, Vivi told me about ‘signatures’ that people often do with emojis, so I will use “🍁” to signify that it is me speaking and not Mari.

Uhhh Reina says I’ve gotta introduce myself? For the rotumble or whatever she’s doing? So I’m Mari Cedar, and I’m Unovan, born ‘n raised. I grew up in Nacrene City and took a liking to the native pokemon, so I’ve been researching pokemon migration patterns and how they can affect local wildlife. I also much prefer learning about pokemon in a hands-on way out in the field, so I let Reina do most of the lab work. I also study pokemon behavior fairly extensively, and my pet project is a rewrite of the pokedex given to kids when they start their journey. I hope to travel and work on this more extensively in the future. Also, according to Vivi, my passion about inaccurate pokedex entries has done numbers on here? Anyhow, I’ll sign off with -🌊 whenever i have time to be on the account. Here’s my Trainer Card.

🍁’s Pokemon:

My starter is a Slowking named Daryl. I caught him in the Slowpoke Well when I was 10, and he’s been my closest companion ever since. He is very intelligent and checks behind me in the lab to make sure that I don’t mess anything up. He understands spoken Johtoan and Unovan, and can communicate telepathically in Johtoan. I’m currently teaching him how to write so that he can help check my numbers and records as well. He gives surprisingly good life advice.

One of the first pokemon that I caught back when I was on my journey was Jenna the Bellossom. She’s very sweet and laid-back. She spends most of her time relaxing in the garden and coming up with new dance routines. When we need her to help with lab work, though, she’s able to put wild pokemon to sleep so that we can transport them or get away from them with minimal harm.

The last of my original teammates is Edward the Espeon. I received him from the kind daycare couple when he was an Eevee. Apparently some trainer had left him there and never picked him back up. Despite that, he’s a very kind and affectionate pokemon. He used to be trouble, but he’s settled down some with age. He isn’t trained or registered as a service pokemon, but he helps quite a bit with my anxiety problems. He is also bonded with Mari’s Cincinno, and they’re an adorable couple.

My last pokemon that I have presently is Nokoribi the Ninetales. She has been in the Kondo family for the past 357 years, and was given to me when my mother passed away. Despite the reputation that Ninetales have of being majestic and wise, Nokoribi is much more like a young Growlithe. One of her favorite activities is trying to eat plastic. She does have her majestic moments from time to time though.

🌊’s Pokemon:

My starter’s a Seismitoad named Foggy. I caught him right outside of town when he was a Tympole. He’s a more stoic sort of ‘mon, but it’s just because he shows his affection differently. He ‘works’ as a security guard around the lab, making sure wild pokemon don’t set up shop too close by.

Pretty soon after I caught Foggy, I met Missy the Cincinno. She’s a real stickler for cleanliness and has always made sure I keep myself straight (heh). Now, she’s in charge of storage and tidiness in the lab spaces, and she couldn’t be happier with that job. She can be sorta overbearing when you do something ‘wrong,’ but it comes from a good place. She’s bonded with Reina’s Espeon, Edward, and they’re one of the cutest couples you’ll ever see. They balance each other out.

Back between my seventh and eighth gym badge, my father got me Seashell the Floatzel while he was on some business trip in Sinnoh. I’m not the biggest fan of her origins (and don’t ask me about them), but she’s an important part of my team. She’s a very laid-back sort of pokemon, but when she has a job to do, she takes it very seriously. She used to do scout work for me and Helena, but now she just makes sure that the populations we’re studying aren’t going to become hostile. From what I hear, the Pinwheel Rangers are big fans of hers, and she works with them when she gets bored.

More recently, I took Evergreen the Haxorus (Fraxure back then) off the hands of a shelter that couldn’t take care of her. She broke one of her tusks as a Fraxure, which caused a lot of behavioral issues and hostility. But, after a few years of TLC, she’s nearly as relaxed as Seashell. She helps with ‘security’ alongside Foggy, or whenever he’s off doing something else. She also made a surprisingly good babysitter when Vivi was younger.

//OOC info!

main account on here is @vivid-mandrake !

pelipper mail is on, within reason. magic anons are off.

this account won’t interact with legendaries, sentient pokemon, eebydeebies, and the like. i don’t care if you like/follow/etc, i just won’t interact back </3

there is a non-zero chance that this blog will post about pokemon reproduction and mating behaviors, but it will be tagged and there won’t be any other nsfw

this blog’s canon is technically the same as vivi’s, but i’ll be treating it stricter. so for this blog, pokemon are equivalent to animals. some have human intelligence, but they don’t function the same as humans do or live human lives

these two also won’t acknowledge the multiverse and will generally ignore/come up with their own ideas for things that clash with their own lore

i’ll probably post on here less than i do on my main since i’ll be posting more informative-type posts here, and that takes a bit of time

#pkmn irl #pokemon irl #pokeblogging #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeblr

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struggling-bug · 2 months

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arrived at icirrus! @vivid-mandrake where are you staying? wanna hang out?

#diegoposting #pkmn irl #pokeblr #pokéblogging

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cedar-glade · 1 year

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Some green vignettes.

I still have never seen this section of the gorge in early May; this is when I feel like it would be the most vivid and colorful. Here, on an old logging road by haystack rock trad route; I feel like Im day dreaming, like looking at a road at Bruce Peninsula National Park; a mosaic pieced together with sun hitting the early forest floor: Christmas fern, wood betony, hog peanut, lyre leaf sage, starry mandrake, boreal clintonia, tall lionsfoot lettuce, two flowered cynthia, wild hyacinth and plenty of pubescent lady slipper. Most of these would of been in peak bloom two weeks before flowers desiccating on the stems still early enough to not become buried with the leaf litter.

In late may white, yellows, blues, reds, and orange/yellows lighting up the hillside.

#kentucky #wildflowers #may goals #mosaic #botany

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djitch · 1 year

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Late Night, All Night, All Day, Cafeteria Bar and Grill Weekly Menu (week 2)

Monday - Friday:

Infinite Chilli - This weeks layer is largely unidentifiable. There is some kind of ground meat, we don't know what. It tastes kinda like whale but less fishy. There seem to be beans but nothing anyone in the kitchen has seen before, they are a vivid purple and they pop pleasantly in the mouth. The spice mixture is also unknown, it seems to be reminiscent of chilli but more floral and a different kind of spicy, like that of white peppercorn rather than of chilli peppers. Serving on your choice of tacos or nachos

Drake Steak* - Thick cut 12oz tail steaks from your choice of Fire, Lava or Smoke drake. Served with thick cut chips, Sichuan pepper sauce and rocket salad.

Mooshroom Steak* - Thick cut 12oz rib eye steaks from everyone favourite cow-like fungal-based life-form. Served with thick cut chips garlic mushrooms and rocket salad. (Vegetarian/Vegan option)

Saturday:

Time loop buffet - Pasta Bar - Ravioli, Tagliatelle, Macaroni, Spaghetti, we have it all, every single shape of pasta you can think of served with your choice of Red, Green or Blue pesto. Come back again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again and again. What will your favourite pasta shape be? Let us know in our suggestions box.

Sunday:

Roast dinner - Your choice of spit roasted Fire, Lava or Smoke drake. Served with bacon fried brussel sprouts and roasted mandrake root. Vegetarians are served fakon fried sprouts and double helpings of mandrake root along with our special smokey activated charcoal gravy.**

Drinks:

Coffee - Unlimited Refills

Blood - AB- (vegan)

Green - not vegan

Wine - Limited Refills***

Desserts:

Spotted Dick

Lady Fingers

Notes:

*if you ask for your steak well-done you will be asked to leave. Medium-well is acceptable but you will be judged.

**Please avoid the gravy if you are on any medication, ask at the counter and an antidote to the mandrake toxin can be provided in pill form.

***after the incident with @councilmemberserioth last week, each customer is limited to 13 refills a day.

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rotomblr-polls · 1 month

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Your Pokemon Tournament - MATCHUP THIRTEEN

Remember, be nice to both competitors.

Art for Vice the Pinsir is by @rotomblr-polls and photo for Prancer the Sawsbuck is by @vivid-mandrake.

Vice the Pinsir belongs to @rock-bird-go-brr and Prancer the Sawsbuck belongs to @vivid-mandrake.

Propaganda under the cut.

Vice the Pinsir - entry 114. “he can mega evolve. hes punched a team rocket grunt in the nuts multiple times. best boy”

Prancer the Sawsbuck - entry 143. “My partner pokemon! i’ve had him since i was 8. he can and has scared off pokemon much bigger and scarier than himself to protect me. we have matching silk scarves <;3”

#cw bug #cw bugs #irl pokemon #irl pkmn #pkmn irl #pokemon irl #rotomblr #rotumblr #pokeirl #your pokemon tournament #rock bird go brr #vivid mandrake

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thejaggedpoisonpath · 2 years

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Fly Agaric Witches Flying Ointment⠀ ⠀ Brush off those besoms, Witches. It's time to fly!⠀ ⠀ The solanaceae family allows one’s body to feel separated from the individual; the traveler endures intoxicating sensations, including a sensation akin to flying.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Fly agaric is reported to offer the user a feeling of weightlessness, visual and auditory hypersensitivity, space distortion, unawareness of time, and colored hallucinations; feelings of euphoria or invincibility are also oftentimes reported; also used as a sedative aid, leading to a deep sleep with vivid dreams. Ancient tribes and civilizations used hallucinogenic fungi to enter the spirit world.⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ These mushrooms also alter the perception of sight, sounds, etc., (the senses) and change/enhance the feelings and thoughts of the user.⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Just like my original witches flying ointment, this ointment contains the powerhouse Solanaceae properties of Datura, Atropa Belladonna, Mandrake, and Blk Henbane. Solanaceae relieves chronic pain, joint pain, nerve pain, muscle spasms and cramps, anxiety, issues with sleep, and can aid in restoring lost libido.⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ This formulation also contains the properties of Fly Agaric, a member of the Basidiomycete group of fungi, containing a number of psychoactive compounds: ibotenic acid, muscimol, muscarine, and muscazone (Muscimol is the most significant).⠀⠀⠀⠀ “These statements have not been evaluated by the Food and Drug Administration. This product is not intended to diagnose, treat, cure or prevent any disease. Sold as Curio only." ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #thejaggedpath #controlyourhealth #datura #belladonna #flyagaric #mandrake #solanaceae #bruja #occultherbalism #esoteric #poisonpath #samhain #queerownedandoperated #womanownedbusiness #wisewoman #cunningfolk #wortcunning (at Houston, Texas) https://www.instagram.com/p/CjqkbVhLHh2/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

#thejaggedpath #controlyourhealth #datura #belladonna #flyagaric #mandrake #solanaceae #bruja #occultherbalism #esoteric #poisonpath #samhain #queerownedandoperated #womanownedbusiness #wisewoman #cunningfolk #wortcunning

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cruelprincae · 11 months

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@little-miss-buffy sent from 🐝 * ― 𝑾𝑨𝑳𝑲 𝑫𝑶𝑾𝑵 𝑴𝑬𝑴𝑶𝑹𝒀 𝑳𝑨𝑵𝑬.

🌼 ― a happy memory.

The hoovesbeat of his steed are barely audible as they step upon the leaf-covered path, painted in the colours of molten gold and auburn orange. The roads are convoluted with merchandisers and tradesmen carrying cargos of flowers and fabrics, collections of animated objects and living beings such as sprites and woodland creatures and, as he passes by mounted upon his deer-like steed, he's met with the pointed, curious glares of both Seelie and Unseelie Folk alike. A glance is all that they spare him before they turn to attend their business, deeming him not important enough to waste a second more upon the stranger unless he showed clear interest in whatever merchandise they have to sell.

Cardan can't fault them; to hide is the reason why he has obsured his features and attire with the poorly stitched woolen cloak even though the rough material has been irritating his skin for quite some time now. Even so, he'd take the irritation over recognisition, for he is now threading through the Low Courts who are rumoured for their cruelty to children who are of little importance; if he gets caught, he highly doubts his father will even lift a finger to retreive him from the claws of the Unseelie Folk. No attention is for the best until he has returned to the safety of the High Court's grounds.

Despite its trickster occupants, all to eager to make bargains with desperate Folk, the Mandrake Market looks unearthly beautiful at the misty hours of dawn ― the only hours in the day that it is open, when the rest of Elfhame is sound asleep in their feather-soft beddings. Buildings of stone and wood rise tall in the sky, with their hanging signs that have the store's name written in cursive leters swaying in the morning breeze; faerie lights made of little sprites trapped in small glass containers hang in the air, illuminating the path bellow as they connect from one leafy lamp post to the other.

Aside form the built stores, stalls and cargos litter the convuluted road and, from the corner of his eyes, Cardan can spot a hag welcoming the Folk to admire a merperson she has cagged within a small tank, a love-talker with flower crowns in her hair, a vivid red lipstick and complexion in the shade of lavender pink urging people to try her steam-emitting potions and a glaisting, half human and half goat screaming over the top of her lungs of the sharpies she sells, that if you trace over the soles of your heels it will be impossible to get lost even in the most difficult of mazes. As the colour of dawn reaches the misty ground. As the rays of the misty dawn reach its grounds, the Mandrake Market is painted in the vibrant colours of Autumn, giving off a false sense of security that is impossible not to fall victim to. It is as dangerous as it is endearing and beautiful.

A fair distance in, Cardan leads his steed to store made of wooden panels, adorned with a glass showcase balcony filled with books, some resting upon feather pillows whilst others are laid upon their backs or open by their side. Vines with roses of all colours engulf the balcony and doors, seemingly sparkling beneath the morning sun, their petals swaying in the breeze in a way that makes it look almost as if they're alive and watching him. But then again, every time he has visited, this particular bookstore always looked as though it was alive, sometimes in more ways than one.

The steed shakes her silver mane as the young Prince ties her reigns to the store's enclosed parking space, meant specifically for animal trasports and takes out an apple from the leather bag strapped to the steed's flank. He gently strokes her hair between her thin ears and the deer, with a small body of palest grey, huffs her approval before diving into her lunch, trapping it between her teeth and then lowering it upon the empty tray before her filled with hay and greenery. Granted, he could have easily left her to feast on the hay and the greenery, but she has been his most loyal companion since he can remember himself. She was but a small foal when he would sleep at the stables whenever Asha kicked him out of their rooms, curled up by her side. Heart, he had named her and later on, when they were both bigger, she was accompanying him in journeys and quests of his every whim without a single complain; the least he can do is let her enjoy her favourite snack.

Unbuckling the leather bag from Heart's flank, Cardan wraps its leather wrap across a shoulder before moving to enter the store by pushing open its gigantic, wooden door. A chirpy bell rings a melody upon his arrival and no sooner than a moment later, an elderly hob with ears as big and elogated as a goblin's makes her way to the front of the shop. Her skin is green and wrinkly, her eyes ― all sclera, irises and pupils ― are black as the darkest of ink and her hair hang in loose, grey strands as she studies him with sly, curious eyes. It isn't until the young boy pushes back the hood of his cloak, revealing black eyes adorned with gold, pointed ears with several sets of earrings and a golden circlet that rests just above his brow that her eyes widen with realisation and she takes a curtsy so low that her big, pointed nose nearly brushes the wooden floor.

❛ My Prince, ❜ She greets in awe. A dismissive wave of his hand, and the hob rises from her bow, standing in attention with her hands folded before her stomach. ❛ How may Aldrarg assist you today ? ❜

❛ I want to see your latest patch of books from the mortal lands. I trust that, last time we talk, you mentioned you'd bring new ones today. ❜

For a short moment, Cardan can swear he sees panic flashes in the inky sea of her eyes but it soon vanishes as realisation hits her. ❛ Yes, your highness, of course, your highness. ❜ Stutters Aldrarg the Hob as she hurriedly makes her way to the bookcase that takes up nearly all the space of the left wall of the shop, leaving behind the young prince feeling smug. Getting things done quickly and quietly has been a welcome benefit of being rumoured to wear cruelty as a glove, and Cardan, at the prime age of eleven, could do little more than enjoy it.

Arranged in collumns, each bears a tag upon its top shelf that reads the section its books are supposed to belong to. Aldrarg's clawed hands spin upon the handle located onto the far side of the wall closest to them, and Cardan stares in wonder as each collumn of the bookcase spins in and out of sight, revealing far more collumns than a library could physically hold. It's enchanted, he concludes, enchanted to hold collumn after collumn filled to the brim with thousands of books. In the haste of their spin, he can make out several labels that don't appear quite as blury as the rest of them; herbology, botanica, law and Folklore until its spins gradually come to a stop, until the large lebel over the row after row of collumns reads 'human literature'.

In awe, the young Prince approaches the bookshelves and runs his fingertips across the spines as though intimidated by their mere presence. Amongst their numbers, he recognises books he has read before such as Frankenstein, the Lord of the Rings, the Little Prince, Don Quixote and Alice in Wonderland but, what draws his attention, are a series of small, hardpaper books that stand short before the others. Their pages are a yellowish white, indicating that they have sat there for a good while, unused and unloved; even their spine is slightly dented, their pages wrinkled at the edges.

❛ What are those ? ❜ Cardan asks.

Aldrarg's curious gaze meets the young Prince's, following it to where he was pointing. ❛ Oh, these. ❜ She huffs a hoarse laugh. ❛ I earned those in a human bargain. They're supposed to be of sentimental value to the person they belonged to. They're annotated too. ❜ She squints, as though trying to make out the writing upon their dented spine. ❛ A Series Of Unfortunate Events, written by someone called Lemony Snicket. ❜ Then, a snicker. ❛ Unfortunate indeed, considerating how their previous owner ended. ❜

He stares at them for a long moment. Reaching out to take the first book within his hands, he turns it over so that he can read its summary; all humans books have sumaries, he recalls. Black eyes skim over the lines, dark brows arching once he reaches the end. From all he has gathered, it is dark, mysterious and, as the title promises, quite unfortunate indeed ― all the things he likes in the books he reads. A reflection of himself, perhaps.

❛ I'll take them. ❜ He decides, his chin rising with pride to meet the hungry gaze of the Hob. ❛ All thirteen of them. ❜

❛ All thirteen ? ❜ She muses as a clawed digits drums against her pointy chin. It leaves scratches across her wrinkled skin, but she doesn't look like she notices any of them. After a minute of thought, she turns back to the prince, her lips curling into a sly grin that he finds is quite disturbing. ❛ That will be four roses from the royal garden then, your Highness. ❜

A frown plasters itself upon his forehead as he opens the leather bag and takes out the single, sparkling red rose he carries. ❛ Last time we called, you didn't mention the price would be more than one rose. ❜

❛ You didn't mention you'd be taking more than one book. And those weren't as aquired as easily as the others you've taken. ❜

She's right, he realises, feeling remarkably stupid for not opting to take more roses out of the patches of the royal gardan. Now all those hours he risked to travel through the Lower Court would have been for nothing. His lips purse and he moves towards the large oak door, but Aldrarg interrupts him before he can reach it.

❛ Or, we could make a bargain. ❜

Cardan stills, body stiff and turns to cast the Hob a suspicious glare. Growing up in Elfhame and being a Fae himself, he was familiar with the risk that came with making deals with his kind; one could ask for money and the Faerie bargainer would ask in return for a bucket full of human meat a day ― one that would result being their own since human meat didn't come as easily, until there was barely anything of the bargainee left, or, more commonly, an eternity of being in the bargainer's service. Granted, mortals are in a far graver position than Faes when making a deal, that doesn't mean it is any less dangerous for them; and since they can live for thousands upon thousands of years, it makes their end of the bargain all the more binding. Besides, what does he, a young Prince who is in ill favours with their High King father, have to offer to her that she doesn't already possess ?

❛ What kind of bargain ? ❜ He asks, hoping that his voice conveys just how little he trusts her. She can't trick him.

Aldrarg smiles, revealing a set of teeth sharp enough to cut through flesh. Perhaps she's a former habitat of the Court of Teeth, perhaps, or the Court of Moths. Regardless of her citizenship, the sight of her teethy smile makes him uncomfortable. ❛ You get your books, ❜ She says, pointing a sharp claw towards the bookcase's shelf. ❛ And I get the pretty rose you carry. And when you become High King, I'll come to you for a favour and you mustn't turn me away. ❜

It is evidence of how well practiced his self-strain is, for even the sound of himself being High King make Cardan want to burst out laughing. Amongst the remaining five children of Eldred, all of whom far more favoured than he is, it would be impossible for the crown to fall upon the young Prince's head. Dain had made sure of that when he put the blame of Eldred's senechal's lover's death on him. His father could hardly even bring himself to look at his youngest son, let alone crown him King of Elfhame. And if that isn't enough reason to disqualify him from ever getting the throne, then the ill-fated prophecy that has been his sole companion since the day he was born had certainly sealed the deal. Not that he minds that he'll probably never be King; He finds politics to be boring and meaningless. wrecking havoc and drinking and getting scowled by the rest of his family are far more entertaining. All of Elfhame knows that ― surely, Aldrarg must as well.

If she wants to make a fruitless bargain, then Cardan will most certainly oblige. After all, he's the winner of this arrangement; he will get free books.

❛ It would be unwise to bet an entire collection on books on the mere possibility of me becoming High King. ❜ He says, but overall hands over the shimmering rose. Aldrarg takes it, staring down at the beautiful wonder before placing it upon the vine with the rest. Cardan watches in surprise as the vibe greedily aborbes it within its roots. Before he can ask what was the reason of that, he notices that the vines start to bloom with many little shimmering roses, nearly identical to the one he just gave the Hob.

❛ Let me worry about my bargain. ❜ States the Hob with a growing smile as she starts to wrap up all thirteen of the books that Cardan chose. When the package is ready, wrapped in thin paper that feels like silk beneath his grasp, she takes a low curtsy, similar to the one she made when he first saw her. ❛ It was my pleasure doing bussiness with you, your Highness. ❜

He offers little other than a nod as he takes his package and exits the shop. Heart is still there, munching on the remainings of the apple he gave her just before enterting the shop and she huffs in disdain over the newly gained weight as he places the package upon his leather bag that he then straps to the flank of her body. Giving her head another, gentle pat, he pushes the hood the wooden cloak over his head and mounts his deer-like steed, leading her back out, into the slightly less convuluted street. Heads turn as he passes by the Folk, but for yet once, no one wastes a second glance at him as he makes his way out of Mandrake Market and into the Crooked Forest.

He stops when he reaches the lake that lays near the Hollow Hall estate and lets Heart munch on some grass there as he unwraps the books from their silky paper cover and starts reading them one by one. Although they are small in volume, Cardan can't help but notice that the sun is nearly setting when he is done reading all thirteen of the books and that he, for once again, spend an entire day lost in a book. He doesn't regret it; not since the fantastical world the books belonged to is far better than the one he's currently living in.

And when Balekin burns them at last, at least Cardan finds comfort in the fact that he has, in fact, read them. And for a while, he was happy.

#little-miss-buffy #( 𝐈 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐞𝐥𝐬𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐈 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐤𝐧𝐞𝐰 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ┊ headcanons )#i hurt myself writing this but oh well lmao

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uploadtrust · 2 years

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Contra returns controller

Certain characters which only played a supporting role in the original timeline, now have been given a more prominent role and some can be playable as well. The game brings together characters, concepts and events from the entire Contra franchise –including those from different time periods, as well as alternate universes– and also introduces new characters and concepts (including a few guest characters from different franchises, such as action films and comics), blending them all together in a unique storyline. The gear itself can be upgraded as well in this same manner. Characters are highly customizable, both aesthetically and gameplay-wise, by making use of a variety of gear and upgrades which can be acquired as the player progresses through the game. The game is constantly updated and new features are added frequently. There are role-playing elements, new levels, heroes, weapon sets, vehicles, and even new gameplay mechanics. The zombies successfully settled the "dark areas" and declared war on humanity, with the heroes having to fight against the Red Falcon, aliens, zombies and the former commander at the same time.Ĭontra Returns is different from previous Contra installments in many aspects. It was during this time that the Triumvirate entered the stage. These beings were actually revealed to be the remnants of failed experiments performed by the head scientist, Doctor Geo Mandrake, in his many attempts to "revive" (clone) his dead daughter, Lucia.Ī long war soon took place, marked by the beginning of the coup d'état of 2639. They also came across a laboratory that had been overrun by zombies. Meanwhile, Bill Rizer and Han Feng discovered the revived Red Falcon on the Galuga Archipelago. In 2638, an unidentified cosmic object approached the Earth and caused the appearance of several "dark areas" (copies of real places). In order to do so, he created a private military company which later became to be known as the Red Falcon Army. – Description from the official Contra Returns website PlotĪfter the fall of the Commonwealth (2625-2626), Claudius, a former senator who was involved in criminal activities, confronted the government of the Federation and decided to revive the Empire. In Contra Returns, players can enjoy the classic side-scrolling gameplay, two-person teams, alien bosses, and signature settings and soundtrack from the original series! All with updated HD resolution, 3D character models, and vivid acoustic and visual effects to deliver a sensory experience like no other! Get your fighting spirit all fired up with innovative content: real-time PvP battles, unique heroes, companions, and team mode! Legendary heroes Bill and Lance are making a comeback, so let's kick some alien butt and save the world! Overview Remember the secret code: Up, Up, Down, Down, Left, Right, Left, Right, B, A to get extra lives? After a 30-year hiatus, the Contra you know and love is back! Developed by famous Japanese game company Konami and world-leading game developer TiMi, Contra Returns aims to bring the classic Contra experience to mobile platforms.

#Contra returns controller

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bwbatta · 3 years

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four - believable

Abstract: Draco and you are just friends so doing him a favour and pretending to be his girlfriend wouldn’t effect your friendship right?

Pairing: Draco Malfoy x reader

Warnings: this is super fluffy beware

Word count: 3944

A/N: well, I’m back and BOY do I have a good one for you! Christmasy vibes are at 100% as I’m struggling to believe Christmas has actually been and gone, hopefully this will fulfil your Christmas Draco cravings!

Series Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Part 3

If you thought people gossiped too much about the rumour of Draco and you being in a relationship before it was even confirmed, the gossip that was instigated from your kiss in the middle of the Great Hall was on another level.

No one said it to your face but everyone thought the chemistry between the two of you surely couldn’t have been faked.

Little did they know though, right?!

Whispers died down after a couple weeks of seeing the two of you walk around holding hands or with Draco’s arm over your shoulder pulling you close in his grip.

In fact the two of you touching in some way became such a constant that it almost felt odd when his hand wasn’t resting on your leg while you were together.

The one thing that wasn’t so weird to come from the game you two had going on, was how Pansy had dialled down her desperate attempts to seduce the blonde Malfoy heir.

Sure she still tried when you weren’t around, but it was a lot less than before and all her attempts were rebuffed and ignored by Draco.

After about a month, her attempts had dwindled and come to a halt.

Not that the two of you noticed that much.

You both had to admit, you enjoyed how things were with each other right now, not that you’d tell the other.

“Hey Sweetheart”

Broken out of your thoughts you looked up to see the familiar blonde approaching you with a grin on his face.

The two of you saw each other earlier that day for breakfast and then later for Potions, but since you both chose different courses, you didn’t have the time to cross paths again until later that evening.

You had been flicking through an astronomy textbook, attempting to finally finish your essay in the Library. Christmas was fast approaching which meant so were final deadlines for the term. Mostly you were fine with the workload you had, thanks to a specific muggleborn Gryffindor who had kept you on track, yet astronomy was kicking your arse.

As hard as you tried, you couldn’t tell your constellations apart from your galaxies.

“Hi” you sighed in reply causing the boy to frown

“That doesn’t sound very happy”

“That’s because this Astronomy essay is making me want to knock myself out with a telescope” you rested your head on your arms dejectedly. “It would be less painful.”

Draco didn’t stop the snort escaping his lips as he rolled his eyes at your dramatics and grabbed your excuse of an essay. With a snicker he shot you an amused look at the last line you’d written on the parchment, aka when you’d really given up all hope.

“’The Sirius constellation looks like a dog but you can’t really tell which breed’?! You’re honestly going to give this in?!” he laughed

“You can’t tell though!”

“Well first, Sirius is a star not a constellation and second the constellation it’s in is obviously a terrier.”

“How helpful”

His grey eyes shot you an amused look before gathering up your books and papers and put them away in your bag. Grabbing your hand he pulled you up and out of the Library which you groaned at, complaining you needed to finish your essay.

“I know” he just responded, pulling you close to him by your hands before detaching them and dropping his arm around your shoulder, pressing a kiss to your forehead in the process as he saw a gaggle of Ravenclaws pass you on their way to the Library. “Let’s grab some dinner and then I’ll help you with your essay.”

The kitchens weren’t as busy as usual as dinner was already happening, but still busy enough to have three house elves approach the two of you asking what they could get you.

“Two plates of roast beef, one with extra roast potatoes, the other with extra yorkshire puddings.”

Immediately your stomach growled at the thought of the food to your embarrassment. You really hadn’t realised how hungry you’d gotten.

Almost in no time at all, two steaming hot plates of food were given to you and the two of you made your way to the astronomy tower, taking a seat on the floor so you could take in the view of the setting sun.

“Why are we here? I thought we’d go back to the Library or common room to finish the essay?”

“How else am I gonna teach you the constellations if you can’t see them?!”

You were taken aback a little.

“You’re teaching me by pointing them out? How do you know astronomy?”

“The entirety of my family are named after stars and constellations on my mother’s side. It was something I just knew growing up because she taught me from when I was young.”

“So there’s a star called Draco?”

“A constellation actually” he mused, “it’s suppose to look like a dragon.”

“Suppose to?”

“Looks more like a snake if I’m honest”

The subject changed over dinner to other things you’d each thought of or heard throughout the day, when you hadn’t seen each other. Apparently the head boy and head girl had been caught by McGonagall in a broom closet getting frisky.

There had also been a fight which had broken out in the Herbology greenhouses which resulted in a mandrake pot being shattered and everyone fainting because of the screams from the young plant.

The real highlight of the day however, was the rumour of the Ancient Runes professor showing an interest in one of the sixth year Hufflepuffs.

“Contrary to popular belief, those Hufflepuffs aren’t as innocent as everyone might be led to believe” Draco snickered as you slapped his arm jokingly.

“I can’t believe a professor here would do that thought!”

“We’ve had worse teachers, lets be honest” he laughed. “Lets recall our last five years shall we?!”

“First one was killed by Harry after having You-Know-Who on the back of his head, the second was a complete moron and obliviated himself- one was a werewolf! Then lets not forget the disguised death eater and then finally this year we’ve been delighted to have the pink toad as a teacher.”

“I feel like we’ve really lucked out if I’m honest” Draco snorted as you snickered at the humoured sarcasm you shared.

A cold breeze shifted through the open tower when the sun finally set, causing you to shiver involuntarily. Deciding to only wear a thin jumper, forgoing your robes whilst you studied earlier may not have been the smartest idea once the two of you decided to eat at that destination.

Draco noticed and immediately leaned back against the wall, holding his arms out to you.

“Come here”

With a shuffle, you were under his arm, pressed against him as you settled into his side, his body heat being a welcoming factor.

“Merlin, you’re freezing” he frowned pulling you closer before conjuring up an emerald green blanket.

“Winter doesn’t really agree with me,” you joked “now tell me about these bloody constellations.”

“Well you’ve got the northern constellations and the southern ones. The northern include some such as Andromeda, Cassiopeia, Lyra and Pegasus. The southern have ones like Ara, Orion, and Canis’ Major and Minor.”

“Which one is Draco in?”

“Northern” he grinned down at you as you reciprocated his smile. “You then also have the zodiac constellations which are the 12 most commonly known ones.”

“Like Sagittarius, Aquarius and all that?”

“Yep. Within all those constellations, you’ve then got your stars.”

The blonde boy explained the basics of the stars to you almost effortlessly as your gaze flicked back and forth from him to the sky, when he pointed out which section he was talking about.

He talked non stop about the stars and you couldn’t help but admire the Slytherin as he spoke of the subject. Draco wasn’t arrogantly top of the class like Hermione was, but he was in no way lacking in knowledge when it came to subjects he knew about like it was second nature.

Time passed you both by like the cool breeze that surrounded you, and before you knew it, hours had passed just being in each others company as he easily gave you enough clarity to finish off your essay, without even having to resort to drastic measures.

You also learnt so much more than any astronomy professor had taught you in all your years at Hogwarts.

Maybe that was just because they weren’t as captivating as the blonde beside you.

You wouldn’t say it out loud, but you knew exactly what your favourite constellation was after that evening, and it just so happened to look like a dragon.

Christmas drew closer and Draco was adamant on sticking to his side of the deal, so with a sigh he set off to Hogsmeade in search of the extensive list of Christmas gifts he had promised to get you.

He had to appear like the perfect boyfriend after all.

Something was nagging at him though and it was constantly circling his mind as he trudged down in the frost to the village.

It had been that evening when the two of you were in the astronomy tower and he was teaching you about the stars, when it had happened.

In the midst of his talking, he pointed out the Orion constellation before glancing down at you and pausing a second to catch his breath, not because he was chatting too much, but because in the vivid light of the moon, you were ethereal.

He had whole heartedly planned to carry on talking, but the sight of you, curled up against him, with the moonlight highlighting your features, his breath was stolen from him.

Almost in a trance he brushed the back of his fingers against your cheekbone causing you to snap your gaze to him, eyes wide at the delicate gesture.

Your wide eyes shocked him out of his state and immediately he paused awkwardly, racking his brain for some kind of excuse.

“Um... eyelash” he murmured, grey eyes not breaking from your own.

“...thanks.”

His mind was screaming at him to just carry on talking, yet no words came out of his mouth.

Instead, almost like his body had a mind of it’s own, his fingers continued to move to brush away the lock of hair which had fallen out of it’s place.

Finally gaining control of his actions again, he dropped his hand and pulled you closer to him, effectively breaking your line of sight. Draco began to talk about Orion again but his mind wasn’t 100% paying attention to the facts that came out his mouth.

What the hell was that?

Shaking those questions from his head, he pressed his lips to your temple and continued his rambling about stars.

It had been quick, fleeting, but Draco hadn’t missed it and he really hoped you had. The affection which was suppose to be scripted for everyone else’s belief had reared it’s head like it was second nature to the pair.

You hadn’t said anything or brought it up so Draco definitely wasn’t going to.

He agreed with himself it was probably best left unspoken about. It was a slip up, something which felt right to do at the time but it wouldn’t happen again.

Attempting to convince himself, he muttered about how you probably didn’t even notice. It was nothing.

After all, whatever was happening affectionately between the two of you wasn’t real.

In short, you’d noticed.

Draco showing you affection was nothing new, yet Draco showing it when no one else was around, okay, that was new.

The kiss he left on your temple could of course be in a friendly manner, right? The brush against your cheek? The way he looked at you?

Friends are affectionate to each other, it was probably nothing more than a friendly endearment. Like a hug.

So why did it feel like there was so much more unsaid?

With a groan of annoyance, you shut it from your mind. There was no use in overthinking something as small as a simple affection. You were smarter than that.

The truth was, the two of you were so hellbent on making everyone around you believe you were in a relationship, you failed to noticed how neither of you denied how believable it was to each other.

Your stomach grumbled loudly, catching the attention of the witch opposite you who eyed you with annoyance.

“Are you just going to sit there, starve yourself and annoy me, or are you going to get some food and leave so I can work in peace?”

“Merlin, Hermione, it’s almost like you don’t want me around.”

“I don’t when you’re distracting me”

“Charming as ever, I see”

With a huff, the bookworm turned her attention back to her books.

Completely bored with your homework, you fidgeted with your quill between your fingers.

“Hey, Hermione? Are you going home for Christmas?”

“You couldn’t ask me this later?” she sighed as she paused in her writing and shot you an irritated look. At the shake of your head, she rolled her eyes. “Yes, My family and I are planning on going skiing again. Are you heading back?”

“Not this year, my parents are off visiting my cousins in America so I said I’d stay at Hogwarts.”

“You’re staying here for Christmas?”

A new voice entered your conversation from behind you and at the look of Hermione’s scowl, you knew immediately it was your blonde boyfriend.

Turning in your seat, you greeted him with a smile. Pecking a kiss to your lips, more for Hermione’s purpose than your own, he took the seat next to you, placing his own stack of books on the table next to you.

“Yeah, like I said, parents are going to America, it’s just easier if I stay.”

“Not many others are planning on staying though, not even the Weasleys” Draco frowned.

You shrugged at his insinuation, knowing exactly what he was getting at.

“I’ll be fine, might actually get some peace and quiet to be honest.”

He didn’t look convinced.

“I’ll write to my parents and tell them I’m staying for Christmas”

“Draco-”

“Nope, I’m not going to let you spend Christmas alone,” he was adamant, “Can I borrow a piece of parchment, I’ll write to them now.”

“Go ahead, I’m not using it” you replied which earned you an exasperated look from the Gryffindor opposite you, which you ignored.

Hermione took the time to observe the two of you and how effortlessly you interacted around each other. It was like a cleverly choreographed piece.

You looked down at your work, Draco looked up at you. Draco looked down at the letter he was now writing, you looked up at Draco. You rested your hand on his arm when you were talking, he leans into your touch.

The Granger witch couldn’t help but almost admire the chemistry between the two of you and how easy it seemed it was to be with the other. Sure, she had doubts at the very start when you’d just begun dating, yet getting a front row seat to seeing the two of you bounce off each other, Hermione Granger believed wholeheartedly the two of you loved each other.

Even if you didn’t know it yourselves yet.

Draco had followed through with his promise and as it seemed every other student had journeyed down to the train a couple days ago. The two of you were sat happily in the Astronomy tower, basking in the silence of the castle and embracing how relaxing it was.

Since the first time the two of you had sat around the tower before, it seemed like this was the place you both chose to come every time when it was just the two of you.

Neither of you had brought up the small affection from the previous time, but acting like it didn’t happen seemed like it was working for the two of you.

“What’s the best Christmas gift you’ve ever gotten?” Draco asked you after a few moments of silence.

You had to think for a moment before a grin rapidly grew across your face at the exact present you knew you loved.

“Snitch socks,” you chuckled “I was given a pair by my grandma when I was like 10 or something and they were the fluffiest, comfiest pair of socks I ever owned where there was a little charm with made the snitches fly around the design. They must’ve cost a knut or something as they fell apart after I only wore them for a few days! Young me was so heartbroken about her socks, she cried for three days!”

“You cried over socks?!”

“The best socks! I don’t think I’ve even known real joy since”

Draco snorted out a laugh into your hair as he wrapped an arm round your shoulders.

“That’s so stupid”

“Don’t be such a jerk, I was 10” you scowled at him playfully “besides, my grandma passed away a couple years later and I have no idea where she got them, so I’ve made my peace with it.”

“Would you still wear them now if you got another pair?”

“Oh 100%, but either way, like I said, I’ve made my peace with it.” You shrugged nonchalantly before turning to the boy next to you, “go on then, what’s been your favourite Christmas present ever?!”

“A pocket watch” he grinned reaching into his pocket and pulling one out, passing it over to you to look at. “It’s a Black family heirloom - my Mother’s side of the family, and it’s suppose to keep you on time for everything. It used to belong to one of my great uncles or someone but I’ve never been late to anything when I have this on me.”

“Really?” you asked sceptically

“Really”

“What about that time you were late to potions?!”

“Left it in my dorm accidentally. Actually that whole day was kind of a disaster. Bloody Pansy and her love potion.”

You snorted as you admired the watch and flipped it over in your palm to examine the back. Cursive words were engraved in the back in another language- probably latin, which had something to do with keeping the owner on time, all the time.

It was silver and about the size of a large golf ball in diameter, yet surprisingly light as you played with it between your fingers.

“It’s pretty”

Draco hummed in agreement as he watched you trace the intricate details with your fingers before smiling and handing it back to him. With a fond look at the watch, then you, he slipped it back into his pocket.

“I just pray I don’t lose it, wouldn’t hear the end of it from my Mother”

“For good reason probably” you snorted, “if it’s a family heirloom it probably means a lot to her.”

Draco hummed once again and pinned his warm gaze on you. He wouldn’t say it out loud but he rarely let the things that meant a lot to him out of his sight.

“God rest ye merry hippogriffs-”

“I’m begging you to stop”

“-ye are A BIRD OF PREY!”

“Y/N-”

“We come in all our splendour, to lead ye ast--”

A hand covered your mouth as you laughed heavily at Draco’s attempt to quieten your singing. You had purposefully tried to make it the worst edition of the Christmas carol possible to annoy the blonde that Christmas morning, yet you hadn’t planned on being tackled into the Slytherin sofa as an attempt to be shut up.

“Did you just lick my hand?!”

You shook your head innocently, not fooling Draco for a second.

The two of you had gathered in the Slytherin common room, as most of the house had gone back for the holiday.

Only a couple of students remained, but after the wizard had glared at the couple of second years, they scattered somewhere else for the time being.

“Okay, presents!”

You almost dived under the tree as you caught sight of a carefully wrapped gift with your name on it. However, finding the label attached to a rather large bundle of Honeydukes chocolates, the smile you shot Draco was almost blinding.

“You did get me the chocolates!!”

“I promised, didn’t it?!”

Draco watched you with a fond grin as you rifled through the basket picking out a couple of chocolate frogs and chucked one to him. He caught the small packet quickly, thanking his seeker reflexes as he did, and looked at you questioningly.

“What, you didn’t think I’d be able to get through all these myself?! Plus I know chocolate frogs are your favourite.”

Draco felt his smile grow wider.

“I got something for you too” you matched his smile

“You did?”

“Of course!”

Pulling out a long rectangular box from under the tree, he kneeled down next to you as he pushed it along the floor so it wasn’t obstructed by anything.With a wary look towards you, he paused slightly.

“It’s not anything that will bite, right?”

“Oh shut up, of course not, now open it!”

With a roll of his eyes, the Malfoy ripped off the wrapping paper and pried open the cardboard box to see the broom he had been envying Harry Potter over for the last year.

“You got me a Firebolt?!”

“Couldn’t have you whining about Harry’s broom any longer, could I?!”

“Merlin, Y/N! This is fantastic, thank you!” He grinned at you before his eyes snapped to the tree and back. “There’s some other things for you still under the tree.”

It was your turn to pin him with a questioning look, eyebrows pulled together in a frown.

Turning back to the tree, you pulled up a few branches and spotted another large box at the back. With great effort, to which the Malfoy just found great entertainment in, you managed to retrieve the box. Pulling open the top flap, the boots and jacket he had also promised you, sat inside.

With a laugh you pulled the boots out first and then the jacket, before spotting a smaller bundle at the bottom. Reaching in, your fingers came in contact with something soft which you pulled out, only to gasp at what it was.

A pair of fluffy green socks sat in your hand as golden snitches whizzed round the design. Not being able to find your words, you looked up at Draco with the softest look you were sure you’d ever looked at him with.

“Draco... you got me snitch socks?!”

“I may have mentioned about the socks to my Mother and she just so happened to know where they were sold. I picked the green ones because I couldn’t have you wearing red ones now, could I?”

“Merlin, they’re perfect! Thank you, thank you, thank you!”

Pretty much launching yourself at him, you pulled Draco into a warm hug, arms around his neck, as he instinctively wrapped his own arms around your waist in return.

“You are the best boyfriend ever, oh Merlin!”

“If I knew it was this easy to please you, I would’ve bought you them ages ago” he snickered.

You pulled away, only to move to put the socks on as you chatted non stop about how great they were, and in turn, how great he was. Seeing your entire face light up because of a pair of socks made Draco smile even more.

Again, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but seeing that smile on your face, which he had 100% been responsible for, made his entire Christmas so much better.

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