#Plant form: Irregular

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Carmona-microphylla-Fukien-tea-croton

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Plant Details

Growth Medium : Cocopeat potting mix

Packed with: Bio-degradable nano covers

Plant Height: 5 to 8 inches

Plant Purpose : Bonsai tree, topiary & Ornamental 

Foliage: Green waxy 

Plant Spread: 1 to 2 meters

Plant form: Irregular, upright & spreading.

Care & Mainteance

Watering: Normal watering can be given to Carmona bonsai plants.

Sun light: Sun growing plants, can tolerate partial shade.

Fertilizer : Apply any organic fertilizer monthly once around the plants.

Pruning & Wiring: Regular trimming helps to grow plants more bushier. Mature twings are hard to prune use the appropriate tool to prune them twings.

Benefits

The Fukien tea bonsai tree plants are the best bonsai & topiary plants.

Attracts butterflies & birds.

Perfect bonsai plants are hedges & avenue plants.

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[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list

While it's important to approach writing with creativity and imagination, it's crucial to prioritize responsible and ethical storytelling. That being said, if you're looking for information on poisons for the purpose of writing fiction, it's essential to handle the subject matter with care and accuracy. Here is a list of some common poisons that you can use in your stories:

Hemlock: Hemlock is a highly poisonous plant that has been used as a poison in various works of literature. It can cause paralysis and respiratory failure.

Arsenic: Arsenic is a toxic element that has been historically used as a poison. It can be lethal in high doses and can cause symptoms such as vomiting, abdominal pain, and organ failure.

Cyanide: Cyanide is a fast-acting poison that affects the body's ability to use oxygen. It can cause rapid loss of consciousness and cardiac arrest.

Nightshade: Nightshade plants, such as Belladonna or Deadly Nightshade, contain toxic compounds that can cause hallucinations, respiratory distress, blurred vision, dizziness, an increased heart rate, and even death when ingested.

Ricin: Ricin is a potent poison derived from the castor bean plant. It can cause organ failure and has been used as a plot device in various fictional works.

Strychnine: Strychnine is a highly toxic alkaloid that affects the nervous system, leading to muscle spasms, convulsions, and respiratory failure.

Snake Venom: Various snake venoms can be used in fiction as deadly poisons. Different snake species have different types of venom, each with its own effects on the body.

Digitalis: Digitalis, derived from the foxglove plant, contains cardiac glycosides. It has been historically used to treat heart conditions, but in high doses, it can be toxic. Overdosing on digitalis can cause irregular heart rhythms, nausea, vomiting, and visual disturbances.

Lead: Lead poisoning, often resulting from the ingestion or inhalation of lead-based substances, has been a concern throughout history. Lead is a heavy metal that can affect the nervous system, leading to symptoms such as abdominal pain, cognitive impairment, anemia, and developmental issues, particularly in children.

Mercury: Mercury is a toxic heavy metal that has been used in various forms throughout history. Ingesting or inhaling mercury vapors can lead to mercury poisoning, causing symptoms like neurological impairment, kidney damage, respiratory issues, and gastrointestinal problems.

Aconite: Also known as Wolfsbane or Monkshood, aconite is a highly toxic plant. Its roots and leaves contain aconitine alkaloids, which can affect the heart and nervous system. Ingesting aconite can lead to symptoms like numbness, tingling, paralysis, cardiac arrhythmias, and respiratory failure.

Thallium: Thallium is a toxic heavy metal that can cause severe poisoning. It has been used as a poison due to its tastelessness and ability to mimic other substances. Thallium poisoning can lead to symptoms like hair loss, neurological issues, gastrointestinal disturbances, and damage to the kidneys and liver.

When incorporating poisons into your writing, it is essential to research and accurately portray the effects and symptoms associated with them. Additionally, be mindful of the potential impact your writing may have on readers and the importance of providing appropriate context and warnings if necessary.

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[recareels]

sanctum

character: phainon warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, implied rough sex, marking (bruises and bites), implied choking/bondage with hands, implied consensual noncon, phainon feeling guilty words: 907

notes: phainon feels safest in your shared bedroom because it is the only place where he can be himself in the purest, simplest form, freed from amendments or censorships.

Before you, his bedroom had felt cold, impersonal, inhospitable. It sounds cliché—and maybe it is—but you made his dwelling a home. 

He remembers the day you solidified it, the night you christened his bedroom more than just a room he retires to after a long, gruelling day. He remembers the night you turned it into his most cherished sanctuary. 

“I just don’t know,” he had been saying, fingertips running along the irregular blotches blooming across your thighs—his thumbs, his palms, his teeth, ugly marks he had unknowingly carved into you, strength he had unintentionally stained your body with. “Are you sure this is…Okay? It’s not…Normal.” 

Or, at least, that’s what he’d always been told. You don’t physically hurt the ones you love, especially during intimate relations. Hair pulling, spanking, biting, scratching, crying—it had all been so very wrong. 

Lounging on his—now yours, our—bed, you frowned, pushing yourself up onto your knees and forcing his touch to fall away from the still blossoming bruises; trauma inflicted so deep that the marks are still developing, blood from broken vessels still seeping through layers of tissue to pool in grotesque purple beneath the thinnest layer of skin.

“Phainon, baby, listen to me.” Your hands found his face, palms cupping his jaw as if he were made of fine porcelain, tiny thumbs running across his cheeks in slow rhythmic caresses. “The only thing I will ever expect of you in our bedroom is for you to be yourself.” 

Gaze holding his, your irises overflowed with love, so thick and potent it felt almost suffocating, your steadfast stare digging the sentiment into his soul, an attempt to eradicate his anxieties. 

A beat passed, the breath stagnating in his lungs broken free with a singular gasp, the warmth from your love rushing down his throat to fill its place.

“Okay?” you had whispered, when you were sure you had planted that seedling of an idea deep enough in his core—somewhere where it can bloom, where it can devour his worries, where it can cleanse the rot festering in his stomach. 

His palm had overlayed yours, the brimming tears wobbling precariously along his lash line threatening to spill as he blinked hard. 

“Okay.” 

“I don’t ever want you to hold back,” you continued, fingertips running over his cheekbone in a sweet caress, tingles ignited in their wake. “I promise I can take it—I promise I like it.”

“And if you don’t—?”

“If I don’t, I promise I’ll tell you.” Your nails dug into his cheek slightly, eyes turned serious as they searched his face. “But I will never, ever judge you.” 

And in that moment he could tell, instantly, immediately and irrevocably, that you had been telling the truth; that you had just laid your soul bare and raw in his hands and entrusted him to keep it safe, to refrain from criticism or condemnation—just as you promised to do to him. 

The tears had fell, then, each one streaming down his face a burden lifted from his chest, his caved ribs beginning to rise as light began to inflate his core, as acceptance and peace began to bud and flower from the seeds you had planted.

And you had caught them, kissed them, killed them with your lips and your tongue and your soft murmurs of affection, swallowed them down to hold them hostage in your belly, to keep him safe from such pain. 

Ever since this instance, your shared bedroom has been Phainon’s greatest sanctuary, freeing him from the shackles of his everyday duties and obligations, releasing him from the crushing weight of the numerous titles thrust upon him without his consent—worldbearer, deliverer, heir—and allowing him to be one thing and one thing only.

Himself. Pure, unadulterated, uncensored Phainon. 

You’ve let him be weak, spilling his fears and his anxieties and his self-doubts, messy and half-formed and smeared across your skin in rubs of his mouth and cracked whispers, only ever uttered beneath a sheet of moonlight.

You’ve let him be harsh, ranting about the unfairness of his situation, the unjustness of having such titles thrust upon him without wish or warning, the unreasonable requests constantly being made of him. 

You’ve let him be honest, lamenting about how much he doesn’t want this—how much he has never wanted this—how desperately he longs to have a normal, simple, boring life free from the responsibilities of a future demigod, the saviour of the world.

You’ve let him be rough and sordid and nasty, let him emboss your ass with his teeth and tear at your flesh with his nails and paint your body so prettily with his shimmering seed a thousand times over. You’ve let him use you as his own personal fucktoy; let him blot his name across your skin in lilac collars of four fingers, stamped around your wrists, your arms, your neck; let him fuck you until his lungs burn and his throat is wrecked from ragged breaths, until your body’s gone limp and numb and pliable as the softest putty, until his vision is blurring and your vision is gone, shut off hours ago. 

And throughout it all, you have loved him, unequivocally and unconditionally.

And he wouldn’t trade his tiny shard of heaven with you, all gilded marble and fresh linen, tucked away in a corner of the Holy City, for the fucking world. 

[lavendermoonlove]

Mugwort - Plant profile #2

Helloo lovely readers! Today I am continuing my plant profile series. This is a series where I share my research and UPG regarding a plant, or discover a whole new plant. One of the things that I want to incorporate into my practice, is taking a lunar cycle to form a bond with a new plant ally and work closely with it. This means that on or around the new moon, I will pick an herb that I want to work closely with and research its history, folklore and traditional & modern practice. Then during the waxing moon, I will craft and meditate with the plant according to the moon phase. On the full moon, as my bond heightens, I will charge said herb under the moonlight or choose to incorporate it in a big ritual. As the moon wanes, I will craft workings with the herb according to the moon phase. During these moon phases, I will journal in detail how this herb makes me feel and what energies I pick up during these different lunar contexts. For the upcoming cycle, that herb is going to be mugwort. My initial research on the herb will be depicted here.

Names Latin: Artemisia vulgaris Folk names: Artemis herb, Artemisia, Felon herb, Muggons, Naughty Man, Old Man, Old Uncle Henry, Sailor’s Tobacco, St. John’s plant, mother of herbs (Mater Herbarum) Other names: Cronewort, Common wormwood

Plant profile Gender: Feminine Planet: Venus Element: Earth Deities: Artemis, Hekate Personal correspondences: Psychic abilities, dreams, astral projection and protection. Other correspondences: Strength, healing, divination

***Preface warnings*** Mugwort should absolutely not be ingested nor smelled in any shape, way or form by individuals who are pregnant. It can lead to miscarriages. Furthermore, people with diabetes should stay away from mugwort. Mugwort contains the neurotoxin compound thujone, which in high concentrations may lead to seizures and an abortive effect. Please be careful with how much mugwort you use and limit it to either a cup of tea OR as incense in a day, but not both.

Folk uses Stuffing a pillow with mugwort and sleeping upon it will produce prophetic dreams or aid with lucid dreams. Anointing divinatory tools with a mugwort infusion or oil can aid in divination. Placing mugwort in a bundle above the door will keep negative spirits from entering. This is because doors are liminal spaces that make it easier for spirits—whether benevolent or malefic—to enter. Mugwort can also protect its wearer when carried in a spell bag. Putting mugwort in shoes can help with strength and stamina during long walks or runs. A Roman invocation was used to say this when picking mugwort before sunrise: Tollam te artemisia, ne lassus sim in via. “I take of you, artemisia, lest I grow weary on the road.”

Apart from magical workings, the plant has also been associated with helping treat conditions in women like infertility, irregular menstruation and problems with pregnancy. This is where the name Artemisia might have derived from, as the Greek goddess Artemis was the goddess of childbirth.

Modern uses In modern times, mugwort is much beloved for divinatory purposes. Teas are made of mugwort and drunk during divinatory work or before astral projection & lucid dreaming. Mugwort incense is burned for the same purposes. This is because mugwort contains thujone, a psychoactive compound that produces an oneirogenic effect, or brings the consciousness to a dream like state. Often this is characterised by an immersive REM state, making it easier for us to access our subconscious mind and receive messages from spirits, deities or our subconscious mind. This is also why it aids in astral projection and lucid dreaming. Regular drinking of mugwort tea can therefore also help enhance and be more in tune with your intuition, to navigate daily life.

Folklore Mugwort holds a lot of folklore, dating back to ancient Greece. As it has a vast history and folklore, I will try to summarise the most important bits here.

Mugwort was first called Artemisia vulgaris, deriving its name from the goddess Artemis. The first association has already been deducted. However, mugwort has many more associations with Artemis. Despite it being ruled by venus, due to its psychic abilities, its long been associated with the moon too, which touches on the lunar aspect of Artemis. Its silver-green leaves further build upon this association, as Artemis is associated with both silver, as a moon goddess, and green, as the goddess of the wilderness. Hekate was regarded in ancient times as the khtonian Artemis, also being associated with childbirth and a protector of women, therefore mugwort is also associated with Hekate.

It was believed that mugwort would protect from malefic spirits on St. John’s eve, thus gaining it’s folk name as St. John’s plant. This was done by wearing a crown made by its sprays and wearing it on St. John’s eve. St. John’s eve, would be close and similar to Midsummer or Litha, making mugwort a perfect protective plant during this sabbat. During medieval times in the Netherlands and Germany, the believe was that if mugwort is gathered on St. John’s eve (and thus Litha) it would protect against diseases and misfortunes.  

Mugwort gains its title as mother of all herbs due to it being held sacred by various cultures and thought to be the oldest of plants. It’s particularly viewed as a plant that offered protection to humans. Before the discovery of hops, mugwort was used to give flavour to beers.

In the pagan Anglo-Saxan nine herbs charm—a charm to heal a wound of some kind—mugwort is one of the nine herbs invoked. The other herbs were chamomile, nettle, fennel, crab apple, plantain, watercress, chervil and cockspur grass or betony.

Harvesting yourself Mugwort is a weed that you can find in both the city and countryside. Therefore it’s really accessible to harvest yourself! Harvesting mugwort on the full moon or new moon for example, mainly due to its association with the moon, can be a potent tool and ally in your craft. Be sure to ask the plant for permission upon harvesting and give an offering in return. Especially if you plan on working with the plant spirit.

Personal uses Mugwort is a staple offering to Hekate and Artemis in my practice. I strongly associate it with them. With the upcoming Elaphebolia (6th of march), it’s a perfect offering for the goddess Artemis alongside for example a prayer. I also use mugwort infusion to anoint and bless my divination tools, mainly my scrying mirror and pendulum. When practicing with lucid dreaming or inner journey meditation, I drink an infusion containing mugwort alongside other herbs. I have yet to incorporate it in protection workings, but as I am entering this lunar cycle working closely with it, I am curious to experience its protective effects alongside its other uses. Who knows, maybe I will break a long-distance running record?

Thank you so much for reading this again longwinded post haha. If you have any questions or remarks please let me know!

Have a blessed day!

[cautotelic]

Chapter 3: Ballrooms and Bad Moods

Ambessa Medarda x Reader

Synopsis: When you get taken away from your home land and thrown into the palace of the infamous warlord, will things be as bad as they first seemed?

A/N: hehehe enjoy my loves <33

It’s been two and a half weeks since my shadowing incident and I haven’t spoken or seen Ambessa since. If I'm being completely honest, I’ve been avoiding her. 

I don’t like the way I feel around her and the thoughts she makes me think

I’ve busied myself with training the warriors and spending time in the palace library. Today is different though, today we have a gala to attend and apparently I have to go.

A knock at my door brings me out of my thoughts. Opening it up I realize it’s Mana, the servant assigned to me. I smile at her warmly. “Good afternoon,” I say, letting her in as she carries this big bag.

I give her a quizzical look. “For the gala, ma’am,” she says as she lays the bag on my bed.

“I never got fitted for a dress or picked one out.”

She gives me a smile. “Don’t worry dear, the General hand picked this one herself,” she reassures as she opens the dress bag. “Now, let's get you ready.”

After two hours, I finally look at myself in the mirror and don’t hate my appearance. The dress is fitted, floor length, and a deep red color that compliments my complexion. The straps of the dress fit snugly on my shoulders and the neckline is low enough to look flattering. My hair is left down and my makeup is light, but still brings out my best features. “Thank you, Mana.”

“Oh course dear, you look absolutely beautiful,” she compliments.

Walking out of my room, Rictus is waiting outside leaning against the wall and he escorts me to the airship we will be taking to the gala in Piltover. When we arrive Ambessa is already there waiting. As we approach her I run my eyes over her form. She’s wearing a dress of her own, in gold, and her hair is braided into an updo. The realization hits me, I’m wearing her house colors and we’re matching. We come to a stop in front of her and she nods her head to Rictus and he leaves us, walking onto the airship. Her eyes find mine for a second before I look away.

“You clean up nice, General,” I comment. Our proximity makes me want to push her away and pull her in close all at once.

“Back to formalities I see.” The sharpness in her voice surprises me, what's got her in a bad mood?

The ride to Piltover was smooth and when we arrived the sun was just setting. As soon as we are docked, Ambessa is standing and ready to leave. Without sparing me a glance she begins talking. “Don’t get into any trouble, or there will be consequences,” she says before walking off the air ship.

I roll my eyes. Rictus appears again and offers his arm to me which I gladly take. “What's got her panties in a twist?”

He snickers under his breath as we exit the airship. “She’s just…” he looks down at me scanning my face for something. “Going through it.”

We walk off the docking platform and enter the huge glass atrium where the party is being held. It’s beautiful. Warm lighting fills the space and vines and plants climb the walls. Big bowls hange for the ceiling flowers overflowing out of them. Tables and couches line the surrounding walls, couples and friends drinking and laughing. Something flashing flies in front of my face and it makes me notice that at irregular intervals all over the room little fireflies fly around. 

Rictus removes his arm from mine. “Sorry, duty calls,” He says before leaving me.

I fidget with my hands and decide to go find where they have the drinks. I find the bar and order a drink, leaning against the counter and looking around.

“What’s a pretty thing like you doing here all alone?” A voice says from beside me. I look over and a girl with dark, almost blue hair is standing beside me.

“Excuse me?” I ask in shock.

She turns around and leans her back against the bar counter, her elbows resting on top. She looks at me through her eyelashes. “I said, what are you doing all alone, sweetheart?”

I feel my face go warm. “I like it that way,” I say as I take a sip of my drink.

She hums as she eyes me up and down. “Caitlyn Kiramman,” she introduces herself as she extends her hand out to me.

I shake her hand. “___,” I say curtly.

“If you don’t have anything to do, want to sit and chat for a while?” Caitlyn asks as she looks at me.

I nod. I grab my drink and start to walk towards one of the tables. Caitlyn’s hand comes to rest on my waist, guiding me through the people.

We sit down at a table in the corner, sitting right next to each other. I set my drink down and get comfortable, turning towards her. “So what brings you here?” I ask.

She turns towards me and puts her arm on the cushion behind me. “My family loves throwing these types of things and I have to make an appearance. You?”

I chuckle. “I was dragged here, but I’m not entirely complaining.” As I speak I feel her hand move up my leg to come and rest on my thigh. 

She looks at me with a smirk. “Well I would sure hope not. If that was the case I wouldn’t be doing my job very well.”

We talk and drink for a good chunk of the night. At times taking walks around the room to get a change of scenery. This Kiramman girl makes me laugh more than I have in a long time.

The party is starting to die down. We are off to the side of the dance floor, standing fairly close. I’m rambling about this book I read on hextech when Caitlyn reaches her hand out and tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear before cupping my cheek.

This makes me pause as I look in her eyes. She starts pulling me into her, her eyes closed. 

Someone clears their throat. I pull away and look. Ambessa. All of a sudden I feel like a deer in headlights tinged with guilt.

“General, it’s a pleasure to see you as always,” Caitlyn greets.

Ambessa only hums as she turns her gaze to me, looking me up and down before looking at Caitlyn. “I see you’ve found my ward, young Kiramman,” she states. “We will be departing now. Tell your parents that the evening was lovely.”

We say our goodbyes before Ambessa and I walk back towards the docks, her hand pressed firmly against my back. I spare a glance up at her as we walk and she is visibly pissed.

We get back on the airship and she says nothing to me as she goes to her office. The ride back to Noxus seemed way longer than on the way there. The whole way thinking about Ambessa and why she would be so upset. 

When we dock in Noxus I stand and wait for the door to open before stepping out onto the dock platform. When I get back to my room I change out of my dress and into my lounge clothes. I lay in bed for what feels like hours before giving up on trying to find sleep and heading to the library. 

I open the heavy doors and slip inside silently. Rows and rows of books surround me. I walk to my favorite isle and go down to the section of books I’ve been working on for the past few months. Looking over the selection I pick one and start walking to my reading spot at the center of the library.

I start to read the book as I walk until I get where I need to go. I finally look up from the book and I’m startled and take half a step back. Ambessa stands at one of the tables looking over papers and what looks like battle plans. She changed from her evening gown into something more comfortable, her hair down from its updo. A deep frown is etched on her face and I so desperately want to run my fingers over it-

No.

She hasn’t noticed me standing here so I turn to go back to my room instead. 

“Trouble sleeping?”

I pause my movements and debate turning around or to keep walking. 

Turning around I find that Ambessa hasn’t lifted her head from her work and doesn’t as I walk out into the open space.

“No, I just wanted to get a book,” I answered, my voice lowered defensively.

“Don’t lie to me, little one.” She takes her pencil and writes something in her notebook off to the side.

I scoff. “What? All of a sudden I can’t have a simple interest in wanting to read.” 

“I’m just stating it as I see it,” she states.

I roll my eyes. “I’d rather you mind your own business.”

She chuckles coldly. “And I’d rather have a legionnaire that does as she’s told.” In finishing her sentence, she finally looks up at me, her hands pressed against the table's surface.

I throw my hands up in disbelief. “I am and I’m trying. I do the training, I hardly get into any trouble here, and tonight I didn’t have any issues because I was talking to that Kiramman girl.”

The mention of the name has Ambessa’s jaw clenching and her hands fisting on the table. “Out of everybody at that party, of course you would talk to her,” she says under her breath, barely audible to me.

“We were just talking,” I clarified earnestly.

Ambessa raises an eyebrow at me and looks me up and down before standing up straight, folding her arms. “Are you that oblivious? She was practically undressing you with her eyes.”

“You're being ridiculous. Why do you care anyway?” I wonder, my mind only now processing that Ambessa herself was also watching me tonight.

She looks at me and huffs in frustration. Her eyes hold an emotion I can’t decipher. She shakes her head and goes back to working. “I don’t.”

I stand there trying to understand her, but end up walking over to where she stands at the table. As I go stand beside her, I look over her map. Ambessa glances down at me for a split second.

The map is of lands I’m familiar with, as I’ve fought on them myself. My fingers glide over the map as I look at where Ambessa has put her pawn piece to represent her soldiers.

I hang off the side of the mountain, swaying back and forth, my body tethered to the top. I look to my left and right at the dead troops beside me, our mission failed. Placing my hands one on top of another I pull myself back up from where we repelled. My muscles ache as I pull myself over the ledge. 

“You shouldn’t put your forces there. The mountain is too steep for them to be on guard, leaves them vulnerable…” I suggest pointing to a certain spot on the map.

I feel her gaze on me without having to look at her. She silently reaches over the table and grabs the pawn piece, handing it to me. I look at the piece before taking it from her hand, our fingers brushing against each other. 

My mind goes into that of the strategist I’d been raised to be. I start picking up and placing the pawns where they would give Noxus a better advantage. Taking high ground, using trees as coverage, and fortifying the mountain range. When I’m done I step back and look at the map.

Ambessa hums beside me. “Not bad,” she chides. 

I hum in response. “It’s whatever.” Looking at the map takes me back to sleepless nights in my father’s study looking at and studying maps until plans were to his liking.

“Come,” she demands more than asks as she moves away from the table and towards the couches.

Seeing as I didn’t really have a choice, I followed her. She stands by a smaller table beside the couch and pours out two glasses of a dark auburn liquid. She offers the glass to me and absentmindedly I hesitate to take it. 

Without a word Ambessa brings the glass she offered me to her lips and takes a sip of the drink before offering it back to me. I take it without complaint and sit on the couch. Ambessa follows suit and sits down next to me only leaving a foot or two or space between us.

I shift uncomfortably from her proximity. This does not go unnoticed by her as she chuckles. “Scared of me still, child?” Although she tries to come across as sarcastic, her voice holds a hint of hurt.

“I was never scared of you,” I admit as I take a sip of my drink, the liquid burning. 

This surprises her for a second before she goes back to teasing. “Let’s play a game, shall we?” She asks.

“What kind of game?” I groan.

“20 questions, however,” she says with a smirk. “If you don’t want to answer the question asked, you have to remove an article of clothing.”

My eyebrows furrow in annoyance. “Absolutely not, that is humiliating.”

She looks at me as she tilts her head, intrigued. “What? Don’t tell me you're ashamed of nudity.”

“You're not?” I shoot back.

“Nope,” She shrugs and her smugness ignites the stubbornness in me and I take the bait.

“Fine, let’s play.”

She smirks, leaning back into the couch. “You ask first.”

I roll my eyes as I take a swig of my drink. “Why did you want to go to war with my father?”

At the mention of my dad her hand tightens around her glass as she takes a sip. “He was being… difficult. But whether we went to war or not I would have still gotten what I wanted, it would have just been as spoils of war.”

This gives me pause. “What exactly did you want?”

She tsks. “That was two questions, my turn. I know you can’t sleep, so what are your nightmares about?”

I mull over her question before taking a sip of my drink, standing up. I hook my fingers into the waistband of my pants and pull them down, leaving me in my underwear. Ambessa’s eyes never leave my form. The shirt I’m wearing is long enough to reach about mid-thigh so I sit back down.

I look at Ambessa. “What did you want from my father?”

With no hesitation Ambessa rips her shirt over head. My eyes roam over her toned abs and biceps before I look away. I huff, annoyed that she didn’t answer my question.

We continued this back and forth for a while. Ambessa loses her pants and I lose my shirt, we both only sit in our underwear and bindings now.

It’s her turn and she hums as she brings her glass to her lips. “Would you have let that Kiramman girl into your bed?”

Nearly spitting out my drink I look at her shocked. “What kind of question is that?”

“A question, now answer it or take something off. But I doubt you will.” She looks at me waiting for an answer expectantly, challenging me.

Something clicks in my head and I look at her with a smug smile. “Maybe I would have, but I guess we’ll never know now will we?” She’s silent so I continue. “Okay my turn. Are you jealous that I would have let her fuck me?” I gamble.

I watch her tense as her jaw clenches. “Watch it,” she warns.

I take another sip of my drink, staring at her. “What? It’s a question, General. Answer it or take something off, hm.” I say, throwing her words back at her.

One second I’m sitting down the next I’m pinned to the sofa with Ambessa towering over me. I summon a knife and go to hold it to her neck but she catches my wrist in her hand and plucks it from my hand, sending it clattering to the floor. 

“You just love to be difficult, don’t you hm- stop fucking moving,” she tells me as she roughly presses me further into the couch.

Looking up at her I chuckle. “You are jealous.”

“Shut up.”

“Oh yeah? What are you going to do about it?”

I expect everything. A punch, a slap, yelling. What I don’t expect is for Ambessa Medarda to kiss me. I’m frozen for a second as she connects her lips with mine but slowly I give in, wrapping my arms around her neck. The kiss is rough and bruising.

I let out a small moan as she nips at my lip. “Do you know how infuriating you are? How wrapped around your finger you have me? How fucking frustrated I was when you wouldn’t speak to me?” She lets out between kisses. 

My body heats up at her words. “I hate you,” I mutter as she begins trailing kisses on my jawline. Her strong, composed demeanor is nowhere to be found as her desperation takes over.

She lets out a hearty chuckle. “I know you do.”

Her kisses continue to my neck where she nips and bites, her left hand cradling my head and turning it to get more access. I whimper at the sensation as her right hand kneads the flesh of my thigh.

My hand finds its way into her hair and I pull slightly, earning a groan from Ambessa. 

At my core I know I want this, so badly. But the rational side of my mind is telling me I can’t have this, that I’m not allowed to.

Ambessa must feel my body growing tense as I contemplate. She pulls me closer to her. “You're overthinking, little one,” she murmurs in my ear.

“I-“

“General I have some paperwork that you need to- Jesus.” I look over and see Rictus standing by the table with the map.

Ambessa moves so that her body is covering mine seeing as we both barely have clothes on. She groans in annoyance and curses under her breath. “Can this really not wait, Rictus?”

He clears his throat before speaking. “I just came to drop these off,” he lifts the papers in his hand. “Sorry if I interrupted,” he enunciates. What I don’t see is the glance he gives towards Ambessa with a smirk.

I look over Ambessa’s shoulder. “Hi, Rictus,” I wave with a smile.

He raises his hand towards me. “Hi, little lady.” Ambessa gives him a sharp look and he puts his hands up. 

“I should go…” I look away not being able to look at her. I make a move to get up but she isn’t having any of it. I sigh before shadowing. 

I appear on the other side of the library, my clothes back on. I wobble slightly on my feet and Ambessa makes a move to come towards me, I take a step back. Our eyes connect and the look in hers makes me feel guilty.

I shadowed my room and locked the door before collapsing on the floor.

Why is my mind complicating everything? Why do I not know how to react to her?

[orpheuswasmine]

“I need someone to remember me.”

HUMAN CONDITION POSTER FANART DROPPP RAAHHH 🔥🔥🔥

I WAS GOING THROUGH SM BUT HERE THEY ARE !!! Took so long hope you all like them though !!!

“I need something bigger then the sky.”

The Remenants of Bill

“Hold it in my arms know it’s mine.”

The Thriving Seed of Bill

“Just how many stars do I need to hang around me?”

This took me a while !!! And I can talk about the Bill vs Billy whole thing now 💀

Basically, how I read a Human Condition, it’s practically this whole dichotomy of Bill vs Billy and no one is aware of it. Believing Bill can change is an act of believing Billy is there, believing Bill can’t change means Billy is dead.

Billy is the root of Bill’s empathy and change, or what Bill would call, the root of his weakness. Bill considers Billy weak and deadweight, something worth forgetting. In the first lines, we ever read from Billy in A Human Condition is, “Just fit in”.

In the beginning of the Billy storyline, he himself in a major contradiction to Bill’s own beliefs and self-worth. Billy is what everyone hopes to achieve in the end, but Billy died the day Bill destroyed their dimension… right? Yes and no 🐺

The remnants live on and begin to crack through ways that Bill has taken notice of, especially when he’s with Mabel. It’s moments where he spends time with Mabel, I picture the hostile face shifting to a more softer and rounder face. Mabel brings out the best in him. Unknowingly the reason Billy returns. It isn’t just Mabel that brings the Billy side out. It could be objects of interest or of fear and even guilt. Objects of interest could be the silly straw or the spaghetti scene from the recent chapter. The fear and guilt of Billy is brought out by Ford when he chokes him out or when Bill wanders into the mind space Ford had locked up.

I have more to say about Billy, but man I gotta talk about Bill because I got so much to say about him.

Bill is a cheat, liar, and other say, a monster through and through. But Bill is simply a manifestation of survival and going against all of that he knew. The line in chapter 27, “Yes. I’m completely cured. My irregularity will not affect my ability to fit in, your excellence.” This is a lie that Bill said, this was an act of wanting to survive and protecting himself. This is also the point in the Billy storyline that Billy starts to identify himself with Bill and this is the same chapter where his mother and father starts to call him, Bill, as well.

This is the plantings seeds of Bill, that continue to thrive even after failing the very thing he was manifested for. He allowed not just himself but Billy to die. It’s only now they have another chance, but Bill believes he’s the sole reason why they had survived for so long before. Billy is weak and can only bring in danger. This pathetic, weak, piece of him is holding him back, and yet it is something worth protecting just to survive.

We see Bill truest form through lines like, “But Bill wasn’t weak. He was strong and he was smarter than all of them. They didn’t see it yet, but he could prove it! He only needed time. He wouldn’t be a burden, he would be a credit to all triangles, like his parents had said. He was different than other irregulars. He was better.”

But the next line is, “Because Bill was weak in the eyes of Euclydia. He was a freak, an irregular. He was made wrong. And yet. Bill wanted to live.”

Bill is a manifestation of wanting to survive and not letting anyone in. Even in this weak human form, that motivation drives home. He is protecting not himself but Billy as well.

I imagine if you were to enter Bill’s mind, it would be this split down the middle where Bill and Billy are seprated, but both of them have a piece of each other. Bill with a younger and triangle Billy, while good old human Billy is trapped with a more familiar triangle Bill.

Here’s pictures without the word 😼

“To finally get somewhere I can be all done.”

“Somewhere like Heaven.”

That’s how read Bill and Billy’s storyline and interpreted it. The drawings showcase them and in their own spaces. I like to think Bill is in the darkest part and only he and Billy illuminate the space. I gave him crazy long hair that would be everywhere since he is everywhere and because having long hair is great, but such a pain to try and maintain and take care of.

Billy looks the most like Bill’s human form, since he practically accepted this and the only artical of clothing he’s wearing is the sweater Mabel has gifted them. He’s in the brighter and hopeful side since he holds all the good parts. He’s just trapped with a piece of Bill, still trying to guard him.

Can’t wait to see what A Human Condition has in store and I’ll probably continus on with this theory/headcanon 😭 I actually have some headcanons about Bill and Billy, but idk if anyone wants to hear allat 💀

@sapphosscribe AGAIN, you’re such a talented writer! Got me thinking and all 😭 can’t wait to see what you have been cooking up 😼

[bethanythebogwitch]

Wet Beast Wednesday: common carp

Welcome to the first WBW of fresh-uary. All my Wet Beast Wednesday posts this month will be about freshwater species. And where better to start than one of the most prolific and invasive freshwater fish, the common carp. Introduced worldwide as a food species, the common carp population has exploded due to them being masters of survival. Lets see how they have become so prevalent.

(Image: a common carp seen from the front and side. It is a large fish with a pointed head ending in a downward-pointing mouth with short barbels at the sides. The scales are large and orangeish. End ID)

The common carp, Cyprinus carpio, also known as the European carp or Eurasian carp is a large bony fish with a robust body and large, yellow-brown scales. Common carp have a downturned mouth with two pairs of short barbels, one emerging from the sides of the mouth and one from the lower lip. There are distinct wild and domesticated forms, with the wild ones being longer and slimmer. Most wild type common carp reach an average of 40-80 cm (16-31 in) long and 2-14 kg (4.5-31 lbs), but under the right conditions, they can get much larger. The largest common carp on record weighed 45.59 kg (100.5 lbs). Domesticated common carp can get much larger than wild ones and grow at almost twice the rate. Common carp have also been selectively bred into additional morphs, the most common of which is the mirror carp, so named for its much larger scales. Carp that are missing some or all of their scales are called leather carp and they often lose their scales as the result of a mutation. Mirror carp are especially prone to losing scales. The Amur carp, Cyprinus rubrofuscus, was previously considered to be a subspecies of the common carp before being reclassified as a closely related species. The two species are capable of hybridizing. They can also hybridize with goldfish.

(Image: a common carp seen from the side. From this angle, it is easier to see a small hump behind the head where the back begins. End ID)

Common carp are native to southern Europe and west Asia, particularly in the Danube river basin. Their preferred habitat is warm, still or slow water, but they are notorious for their ability to survive fairly extreme conditions. Carp can live in a wide range of temperatures, in highly polluted water, in more salty water than most freshwater fish, and in low-oxygen water (by gulping air at the surface). They also tolerate very shallow water for their size. I've personally pulled 2-foot long carp out of ankle-deep water. Carp are bottom-feeding omnivores that feed by rooting around in soft sediment. Food includes aquatic plants, algae, fish eggs, worms, small invertebrates like crayfish, and small fish. Carp feeding kicks a lot of sediment into the water, which can reduce water quality and encourage eutrophication. They will pick up sediment in their mouths and pass it back and fourth, using their gill rakers to filter out edible material. They have a set of pharyngeal teeth used to grind up food. Carp can be found solitary, but prefer to swim in small schools.

(Image: a common carp feeding. It has its head to the bottom sucking in corn kernels that the photographer has scattered around to attract them. This one has large, irregular scales, indicating it may be a mirror carp)

Carp reproduce in spring, often triggered by seasonal flooding. They will spawn multiple times during a season, with an average female able to produce over a million eggs per year. Females lay their eggs in shallow water, where they stick to vegetation. Carp in non-vegetated areas will make seasonal migrations to more suitable habitat for spawning. Juvenile carp are vulnerable to predators and rely on vegetation to hide. They feed on plankton until they grow large enough to root around in the sediment. Males reach sexual maturity between ages 3 and 5 and females between ages 4 and 6, with those living in warmer water maturing faster. Carp can live for decades, with the oldest one on record being 64 at the time of death.

(Image: a group of 10 common carp swimming at the surface of the water. Some of them have their mouths sticking out. End ID)

Carp have been raised for food for millennia, with the oldest record of them being farmed being Roman times. This is likely also when the domesticated variety diverged from the wild type. Carp is a major food source throughout Europe and Asia, but is unpopular as food in North America because of how bony they are. The wide use of carp in food has contributed to them being spread across the world. Common carp can now be found on every continent except Antarctica and in every region except for polar ones that are too cold for them. Common carp are one of the most invasive of all fish species and tend to be highly destructive to habitats they are introduced to. Their feeding tends to uproot and destroy aquatic vegetation and native fish eggs while outcompeting native species with similar niches. Carp feeding kicks up lots of sediment in the water and can radically change the conditions of waters they are introduced into. Various carp control methods have been introduced to try to keep their numbers down. These include barricades to prevent them from reaching spawning grounds, capture and kill programs, and the use of poison. In many places carp have been introduced to, fishing for food and sport helps control their numbers. One of the problems with carp in North America is that there isn't a food market for them and many anglers don't target them. Environmentalists have been working on encouraging carp fishing and telling anglers to kill carp they catch to help control their numbers. Carp aquaculture has become a major industry. China produces more carp by weight yearly than all other fish from aquaculture worldwide. Ironically, despite their invasive nature and survivability, wild common carp in their native range are considered threatened due to habitat loss.

(Image: three excited-looking people holding up a giant common carp. The fish is so big that even with all three people standing shoulder to shoulder, the fish extends across all of them. End ID)

[trendywaifus]

thinking about navia waking you up with kisses and being extra loving in the mornings after healing from the archon quest. cw: none

the early sun crept through the beige curtains, causing light to slowly spread through the bedroom. although you’re not awake to witness the sunrise, navia happily was. she yawns a bit, pushing some of her messy blond strands away from her eyes. “ another morning, another routine. “ she mutters, her gaze aimlessly shifting over to your sleeping form beside her. a loving smile find itself across her lips when she sees your peaceful face.

navia’s gaze drops down to your chest as it softly rises up and down. there’s no lag or any irregular breathing—good. she knows it’s ridiculous to observe your breathing but she can’t shake away the bitter sense of doubt that’s occupying the small corner of her heart. sighing, navia’s gaze returns to your face again; this time full with intent and worry. frowning, she places her hand on your cheek. your skin still felt pleasantly warm.

you stirred a bit, before heaving a deep sigh through your nose. navia’s face softens, “ sorry, mon trésor.”she apologizes, dipping down to place a sweet kiss on your nose. the blonde snorts at your nose cutely crunching up from the kiss. “ naviaa. . “ you drawled in a drowsy voice, opening your tired eyes to playfully glare at your lover. the corner of her lips curls into a sheepish grin. “ i didn’t mean to wake you, i. .simply wished to admire you and couldn’t resist. “ she half lies, carefully shifting her bare body on top of yours. it was true that she was admiring you—you’re (beautiful/handsome) even when you’re asleep. but after what happened a few months ago, how could she not be so attentive to your health? you were now one of the few, if not, the most precious person in her life.

wordlessly, navia holds your face delicately with both hands and brings you into a passionate kiss. you hummed with content, lacing your arms around her waist and sleepily kissed back. “ how was your sleep, mon amour? dreamed of me as always? “ she inquires softly, her voice full of tease. you cracked a smile, rubbing the small of her back tenderly. “if i’m not still dreaming right now, then yes.” navia lets out an angelic, bubbly laugh that made your chest bloom with indescribable warmth. the skin under her eyes crinkles, her sparkly, oceanic hues looks ever so brilliant than usual—archons, maybe you are dreaming.

navia’s lips traces down to your jawline, leaving kisses in its wake. your breath hitches as she moves down to your neck, planting a brief kiss right against your pulse point. by now, the drowsiness left your body. “ you sure are extra loving this morning, navi. “ you chuckled, sounding a bit flustered. you feel her smile into your neck, she presses a few more kisses against your skin before sighing happily.

“ why would i not be when you’re still here every morning with me? “ she whispers, voice slightly strained.

[linopls]

kinktober day nineteen

spanking meandom!jeongin x fem!reader warnings: SMUT MINORS DNI, mean dom innie, hard degration (bitch, slut), sex toys, unprotected p in v 0.6k words

“stop fucking squirming, bitch.”

a loud smack to your ass echos through the room. his large hand massages the red, burning skin. his other hand presses the vibrator harder against your clit.

“innie, too much!” you cry, trying to wiggle your hips free of his grasp.

jeongin has draped over your lap, for every hard smack you bite down on the fabric of his jeans. his right hand bounces between planting hard smacks to massaging the skin, his left is holding a vibrator on the highest setting to your clit, taking it off for every smack and pressing it hard against your aching bundle. 

“innie, please let me cum!” you beg.

“i thought it was too much?” jeongin spits. “but it’s not enough to cum? you’re not making any sense, babe. have i gotten you to go stupid without having to take my cock out?”

you moan and whine at his words, grinding your hips down on the vibrator and biting down on his thigh. jeongin smacks his hand against your ass, harder than before. you whimper in pain and pleasure as tears start to form in your eyes.

“jeongin, please!” you cry out, clawing your nails on his lower legs.

“please, what?” you can hear the condescending smirk in his voice.

“need your cock, badly please.”

“since you asked so nicely,” jeongin coos. he wraps his arms underneath your body and stands up. he places you face down on the bed and pulls you by the ankles to the edge.

jeongin massages your ass with both hands and places a soft kiss to each cheek before pulling your hips back to meet his. you hear the sound of his belt and feel his member poke at your behind.

“are you ready, slut?” jeongin asks, pressing his tip to your entrance.

“mhm,” you nod, voice muffled by the sheets.

jeongin swiftly buries his cock deep inside of you and slaps your ass harshly again. you groan and bite down on the sheets. he begins to drill into you like an animal, the sound of skin slapping, him grunting, and your whimpers fill the room.

“so good!” you cry out, digging your nails into the sheets.

“yeah? like being treated like the slut you are?” another slap to your ass echoes through the room.

“g-gonna cum! please, can i cum?” you beg.

“so quick and easy aren’t you?” jeongin purrs, pressing his front against your back.

“please, please, please, can i cum?” 

“let it go, baby,” jeongin whispers into your ear.

tears stream down your face as your orgasm washes over you. you whimper loudly as jeongin continues to pound into you, working towards his own release. your walls pulse around him and your release coats his thick cock, making it easier for jeongin to fuck into you. before long, you’re wailing as jeongin begins to overstimulate you.

“come on, baby. give me another,” jeongin coos.

you’ve gone numb at this point. your brain is foggy and you can’t think. you want nothing more than for jeongin to drill into you all night long, making you cum over and over again. jeongin’s thrusts become irregular and he groans deeper and louder and you know he’s getting close. you clench hard around his cock and fuck your hips back into him.

“feels so good, baby. will you come with me?” jeongin groans into your shoulder.

“mhm,” you whine.

“cum,” jeongin commands and it sends you over the edge again. 

your back arches and your toes curl as you feel jeongin’s cock twitch and release deep inside you. the dirty squelching sounds of your mixing releases makes you cry into the sheets. jeongin continues to fuck you both through your orgasms until you’re kicking and prying him off of you.

“too much! too much, innie!” you wail and jeongin pulls out. 

he helps you lay, back flat against the bed, and wraps his big arms around you. one of his hands finds your hair and he runs his fingers through it. the comforting aura allows you to easily drift off to sleep, feeling so protected and so full thanks to him.

i think about those pictures of jeongin way too much

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[vendal-construct]

Making

The sun is leaving again, heading off below the horizon to continue her work on another side of the world. The dim twilight of her descent glitters through the pines and stretches long shadows through the open door of the temple.

The priestess works diligently in the fading light, carefully lighting the candles and preparing the incense. Her four arms work independently and precisely, the flickering of the candle light reflects off the blue porcelain of her skin. The one eye not concealed behind her long blue hair flitters across the altar, ensuring everything is as it should be.

She halts and her cat like ears twist to the sides when a shadow falls over her.

The priestess doll reaches for the long atgeir leaning against the nearest pillar without even thinking. She holds it with her upper left hand and plants the base of it's pole on the stone floor. Turning, she sees a small figure in the tall arched doorway of the temple, silhouetted by the vanishing light. The figure shifts nervously under the dolls gaze, uncertain. The dolls ears relax and return to being upright, it beckons them to come in.

The figure takes a step back.

"I-I should go-" The figure stutters. Her voice is a feminine one. She begins to turn away. "I shouldn't have come, I'm sorry-"

"You've come a long way to turn back now." The doll replies.

She stops, looks back over her shoulder at the priestess. The doll raises its lower right hand to be level with its breast and turns the open palm to face the girl, thumb extended straight to the side.

"Come, speak with us." The doll says.

The girl hesitates again. With the fading sunlight behind her, it is impossible to make out any detail, but the doll feels her gaze scrutinizing it. After several long moments, she at last eases the tension in her shoulders and steps over the threshold into the temple.

The doll lowers her hand and knits the fingers of her lower arms into one another at her waist and inspects the stranger. The girls clothes are baggy, an oversized hoodie that gives no form or structure and long pants that are much the same. Her face is hidden in shadow within the cavernous hood.

"I-I heard there was a doll in these woods." She stutters. She wrings her hands constantly, head tilted down towards the stone floor. "A doll with no witch, a doll that was forged by it's own hands. A doll that tends to a temple of old gods."

"And you have found her." The doll answers. It makes a slight bow while extending its upper right arm in a mild flourish. It rights itself and smooths its robes with its free right hand before giving a slight tilt of the head towards her to continue.

"I-I just hoped...I-I thought maybe you could make me...like you." She says.

It tilts its head to the side curiously, one of it's cat like ears flicks, a trickle of blood begins to run from the empty socket concealed by its hair. The doll leans to the side and leave its weapon to rest against the nearest pillar. The girl doesn't notice, far too wrapped up studying the irregular stone tiles.

"I've just...no witch will take me, not as I am, anyway." She starts. The doll steps in close to her, she doesn't notice.

"They've all got too many dolls as it is, you see, and it's so troublesome to have to walk a doll through Becoming and Stillness-" The speech is well rehearsed, she's clearly given it a thousand times, to her friends, to other dolls, to herself. It completely escapes her notice when the doll takes both her hands by the wrists and begins to study them.

"And yeah, yeah, I know about doll hrt. It's just it's not the same as a witch, you know? And I know I'll never look how I want on it. Not to mention all the-" She stops when the blood from the dolls socket drips onto the back of her hand, breaking her trance and making her realize the position she's in. She looks up into the dolls face to find it twisted into determined concentration, a steady stream of blood runs from behind the hair covering where the right eye should be and runs down and drips off its chin. The girl attempts to pull away, unsuccessfully. "I...I really should-"

The doll quickly unknits its lower hands and raises the right up to be level with its breast again, the ring finger and thumb are touching one another over the palm while the remaining digits remain upright.

The girl stops unconsciously and stares at the unfamiliar gesture.

"How strange," The doll finally speaks again. It releases the girls left hand with its upper right and brings it over to her still restrained right arm. The doll adjusts its lower right hand, folding all but the index finger down and touching the pad of the thumb to the nails. It pushes the baggy sleeve of the girls sweater above her elbow and runs the fingers of its upper right hand along it gently, a trail of crimson smears across the limbs smooth, glossy surface.

"I don't think I understand, this was a mistake. I really must-" The girl insists. The last rays of the sun vanish somewhere below the horizon.

"How strange," The priestess says again. It places its blood smeared hand under the new comers chin and lifts their face to at last look into it's own.

The shadow of the hood gives way in the candle light. Beautiful, delicate white porcelain reflects in the gloom, two intricate stained glass eyes stare back at the priestess.

"-that that one could have thought it was anything but a doll." The priestess concludes.

The spark of stillness finally lights within the new doll.

[kiragecko]

The Canadian Shield

Apparently, the Canadian Shield is a “geologic province”. That just means a large area with a lot of geology in common. I like it because it’s really WEIRD.

The Shield was created by glaciers sliding through. They scraped off all the topsoil and softer rock, and messed up all the watersheds. What developed in the ruins was a maze of endless rivers and lakes, large rocks covered in mosses and lichens, and trees. Lots of trees.¹

There are several things that I think are cool:

the rocks, moss, and lichen

the deranged drainage system

the endlessness

Rocks, Moss, and Lichen

Much of the Canadian Shield is covered in boreal forests (also called taiga). At least, wherever there’s enough dirt. But there is a LOT of exposed rock. And growing on those rocks are the coolest plants/animals in the world – lichens.

Lichens are a symbiosis of algae, fungi, and yeast! Some look like moss – all soft branched stalks. Some look like crunchy fungi or seaweed – growing off the rocks in weird ruffles. Others look like … paint? You know how some rocks will have coloured crusty spots that can be peeled off? Those are lichen! (Some are even powdery, but we don’t get many of those in the Shield.)

Then there’s ACTUAL moss. And moss is almost as cool as lichen! All wet and squishy and ridiculously complex if you look at it closely. Gorgeous stuff!

And finally, there’s the rocks themselves. If you live in an area with rocks, possibly you do not find them breathtaking. But I remember excitedly talking to my parents for SEVERAL MINUTES after seeing a rock in a field, because here in the prairies, you don’t see them.

And these are COOL rocks. Bedrock. Super hard igneous rock that doesn’t wear quickly. It forms cliffs and ravines, despite the fact that the area is quite flat on the macroscale. Canoeing under a cliff face that leans over you is an awe-inspiring experience. Staring down into the depths of the lake below you, seeing that it goes straight down, and then a few feet later the water is shallow. The rocks are big, and full of neat cracks, and pretty coloured, and … they’re good rocks.

Deranged Drainage System

Since the land is made of super hard rock that weathers slowly, and all the watersheds got messed up by the glaciers dumping rocks around the edges of the Shield, water struggles to form normal drainage systems. Rather than starting as small rivers and then combining  as they flow downstream, water just collects in every lowpoint. Thousands of small lakes form, connecting to each other at odd, sometimes hidden, points, with very little predictability. Rapids and waterfalls are common. Shorelines are very irregular, with all sorts of hidden coves. It becomes difficult to figure out what is an island, and what is the mainland.

Looking down from the air, the landscape seems fractal. Sitting on a rock, staring at the opposite shore, it’s obvious that this is true.

Navigating these waterchannels takes a LOT of skill. Mapping them barely helps – the maps are complex enough that it’s hard to absorb the correct information. The Nîhithaw (Cree) navigate by attaching stories to the landmarks, which makes it fun to travel with a guide.

Endlessness

The Canadian Shield is HUGE. It covers over half of Canada! The features that make it up are small, and complex. Most of it is sparsely inhabited. There are few roads; and a lot of areas, travel is either by boat or float plane.

The effect is that of an endless landscape. By plane, you can see more lakes than you can count, all difficult to identify. They stretch to the horizon in every direction.

By boat, you can see many, many interesting  and unique-seeming features. But half an hour later you’ll discover yourself in a spot that looks identical. You’re frequently slipping around blind corners and into narrow, hidden channels, which increases the sense of covering ground. But because you’re rarely going in a straight line, it’s difficult to figure out how far you’ve actually gone. It’s a maze, and it’s possible to travel it for days without seeing a single other human.

(Or you can see multiple groups of people over an hour long trip. It’s very unpredictable.)

That combination of isolation, scale, constantly changing view (that still stays the same TYPE of view), lets me truly  FEEL the vastness. Everything about me gets quiet in the Shield. I’ll suddenly find my face aching from smiling so big for so long. The world is endless and peaceful and not designed for me in the slightest.

It’s exhilarating.

-

¹ There are a few different biomes in the Shield. But the main one, and the one I’ve mostly experienced, is the boreal forest. So that’s the part I’m focusing on. Especially the landscapes of the Whiteshell and northern Saskatchewan.

[just-a-mer]

[ they were sat peacefully by the shore of the mingling rivers, swaying lazily with no lingering thoughts. This had been how they’d spent the past few hours — though time is irrelevant in the underground, everyone knows this — getting up and wandering tipsily when they felt the itch to move, settling down for however long their body would let them before they were spat out to wander again. It peaceful, if not irregular, and the prophet could not think to ask of a better way to spend such a quiet time. Well, nearly could not ]

“ . . . Muse?”

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"Hey there, love." Odysseus greets the call, slinking out from the water to move towards the peophet. Upon getting close, the king's face scrunches, catching whiff of the alcohol lingering on their form. Even if they faint, they unfortunately couldn't escape it, not with heightened senses.

With a quiet, almost inaudible hum, he plants himself by Tiresias' side, not yet shifting out of his seabound form. The prophet was still one of the few people he felt he didn't have to be on edge around; let alone hide certain features he had learned to humanly mask.

"Red wine?" He asks, playfully poking their side, though it was also meant to give them a general understanding of where he was sat.

[writing-with-sophia]

Poison list (2)

Hello, it's me again! After some feedback on my previous potion list post, I decided to research a little more about potions and come up with this post. I hope everyone will like it!

1. Poison Ivy

I think anyone who has watched Batman will know the female supervillain Poison Ivy. I thought it was a name she came up with until I found the Poison Ivy plant online, lol.

Eastern poison ivy is typically a hairy, ropelike vine with three shiny green leaves budding from one small stem. The leaves may be red in the fall.

Western poison ivy is typically a low shrub with three leaves. In the East, Midwest, and South, it grows as a vine.

It may have yellow or green flowers and white to green-yellow or amber berries.

It has an oily sap in its leaves called urushiol. This causes an allergic reaction that can make your skin red, swollen, and itchy.

2. Poison Oak

It is typically, a shrub with leaves of three, like poison ivy. The sun-facing side of the leaf has tiny hairs on it and is a darker shade of green than the ground-facing side. 

Pacific poison oak may be vine-like.

Though it grows all over the country, it’s more common in the West.

It could be hours or days before your skin reacts to the plant sap (urushiol). And your rash may eventually turn bumpy and form blisters that ooze.

3. White Snakeroot

A North American herb with flat-topped clusters of small white flowers and contains a toxic alcohol known as trematol.

Generally found in woods and along streams. It is not often found on open prairies because it does not do well in full sunlight. The plant will grow 1 to 3 feet in height and will have thin smooth leaves with toothed margins.

The poisonous effects in livestock usually result from direct consumption of the white snakeroot plants. In humans, poisoning can be caused by consumption of dairy products from cows that have eaten white snakeroot.

4. Rosary Pea

Also called jequirity beans, these piously-named seeds contain abrin, an extremely deadly ribosome-inhibiting protein.

Rosary peas are native to tropical areas and are often used in jewelry and prayer rosaries. While the seeds are not poisonous if intact, seeds that are scratched, broken, or chewed can be lethal.

It only takes 3 micrograms of abrin to kill an adult, less than the amount of poison in one seed. It is said that numerous jewelry makers have been made ill or died after accidentally pricking their fingers while working with the seeds.

Abrin in rosary pea prevents protein synthesis within cells and can cause organ failure within four days.

5. Foxglove

Its bell-shaped flowers are often bright purple but can be white, yellow, or pink. It blooms in the spring. It also has a fruit with lots of seeds, which kids sometimes eat.

 All parts of the flower are poisonous and can slow or disrupt your heart.

In fact, digitalis (a heart medicine) is derived from this plant. When formulated into a medication with a controlled dosage, digitalis is valuable in treating heart failure. It helps a weakened heart pump harder.

People who eat any part of the plant or make tea from the leaves are, in essence, taking an unregulated dose of heart medicine. This can cause the heart rate to slow down or become irregular. Both can be dangerous and life threatening.

6. Mistletoe

This plant lives off of other trees and shrubs, which makes it a parasite. Its stems are thick and easy to break, with lots of branches. The leaves are often thick and stay green all year. Its little yellowish flowers don’t have petals. The small, white berries have one seed and contain a sticky, poisonous pulp.

The berries can give you diarrhea and slow or stop your heart.

All parts of American mistletoe contain a toxic protein called phoratoxin, while European mistletoe contains viscotoxins, which prevent new cells from forming.

7. Oleander

Oleander (Nerium oleander) is a common ornamental evergreen shrub.

All parts of the oleander plant are deadly and contain lethal cardiac glycosides known as oleandrin and neriine.

If eaten, oleander can cause vomiting, diarrhea, erratic pulse, seizures, coma, and death, and contact with the leaves and sap is known to be a skin irritant to some people.

The plant is very bitter.

That's all!

[unreliableskeletons]

Inkmare and errink? 👉👈

ABSOLUTELY!

inkmare:

Ink has definitely tried to paint with nightmare’s goop. NM was sitting next to ink— it was one of their quieter days, both doing their own thing. He was reading a book he’d taken from his own library, one he’s read several times. Before he went to flip another page, that’s when he felt eyes on him. He continued on until they pestered him, he turned to ink and motioned his hand, ‘go on’. “Can I dip my paint brush on you?” and that was it.

(This headcanon depends on how u interpret Nightmare’s form. Sometimes I like to see it as putting your hand up to a glass window and seeing rain trickle down it, but u can’t feel the rain. But for this to work it’s like,,, he’s just goo.)

Ink helps NM on his harder days, usually with words more than affection. When he sees NM is having a hard time controlling his emotions, he reminds him it’s alright.

After a long discussion, NM keeps extra paint vials on him for Ink. Sometimes, being forgetful, Ink doesn’t remember to properly fill his own— or by the time he gets to NM’s abode, he doesn’t have anymore. It took a lot of trust on the artist’s end.

NM has a huge garden at his castle with still so much space for new plant life. Ink planted (and then made, because it was taking too long) shrubs and flowers as a spot dedicated to NM. Every plant that reminded him of his lover, he put in a little square lot. It was hard to make sure he didn’t see it, but with some bribes to the “bad guys”, he managed.

errink:

ink is error’s source of fanart. okay HEAR ME OUT, for any show/drama he likes, ink makes him custom posters and paintings.

Speaking of, error was really bad at receiving gifts— for like a WHILE. Ink isn’t like a pushy-gift-giver, but he does like to give his fair amount of gifts. Error’s emotional irregularity would leave him confused, partly excited, and then he’d get angry. He didn’t understand why he was receiving anything. It depended on the day really, sometimes it was, “of course I’d be getting a gift” or, “why are you giving me this I don’t want to owe you” etc. So ink finally had a conversation with error. It was a long one about the subject and both tried their best to compromise.

Their relationship was unlabeled for a very long time, both lack(ed) stability to keep up with something romantic. After a very long time of just doing stuff with each other that’s considered romantic, did they brought up the conversation. Or well, Ink did, rather randomly at that. After even more talks and them both trying to get themselves together— is when they made it official.

Ink was very careful with his lover’s haphephobia, (as we see you can be very gentle with in Error’s comics), he got the other used to holding hands. At some point, (after lots of work), they intertwined hands all the time, almost like they couldn’t stop holding hands. Though there was quite a few times along the where Ink wasn’t thinking and grabbed the destroyer’s arm, leg, face, etc. Ink is not only forgetful, but sub consciously takes everything quickly. Having the patience for this was a little difficult, but he managed to make it work for the sake of Error.

[tinyinkblots]

Experiment

HANDS AND THIGH RIDING, THAT'LL BE ALL

warning: minors dni, first time smut, HANDS

Céline knew Rafael was open to exploring kinks, but she didn’t know how to explain to him that his hands constantly turned her on. The way his hand wrapped all the way around the coffee cup, when his veins popped as he undid his tie in frustration, all she could think of was choking on them.

Her mouth went dry as he signed the form, fingers curled around the slender pen, a knot forming in her stomach. She let out a shaky breath, and Rafael looked up at her.

“Something the matter, querida?”

Seeing her cheeks flushed, he touched her left cheek before touching the side of her neck as well to check if she had a temperature. Céline shuddered, her body buzzing with need.

“I can’t take it anymore.”

Rafael observed her with a raised eyebrow as she marched towards the door of his office, locking it, and then came back to him.

“Care to share?”

She bit on her lower lip, hesitating. Rafael recognised the look in her eyes, and he was willing to do anything she asked of him. But he was quite curious what put her in this state, and he enjoyed watching her squirm as she struggled to use her words. Grasping her wrist, he gently pulled her towards him, placing her on his left thigh. Both of her hands were planted on his chest as she tried to think of a way to explain without embarrassing herself.

Taking her chin with his fingers, he brought her face closer to his. His lips hovered above hers, barely touching. “Answer me, cariño. What do you want?”

Céline buried her face in the crook of his neck and mumbled, “Your hands. They drive me crazy.”

“My hands?” He nearly laughed at her admission, the corner of his lips twitching. “What about them?”

“Yes, your hands. I can’t stop thinking of them. Earlier, when you rolled up your sleeves, I-” She stopped herself before she could tell him that she nearly moaned at the sight, wanting to preserve whatever little dignity she had left.

Rafael turned his left arm to check the time on his watch. Caressing the side of her face, he said, “I have an arraignment in 20 minutes. Until then, I’m yours to use, cariño.”

Staring into his eyes, she took the hand that was resting on her cheek and dragged it towards her lips, his warmth burning her skin. She first tentatively sucked on the tips of his index and middle fingers, moaning, before gliding her tongue down his digits, swirling. Her red lips stretched into a devious smirk as his green eyes turned pitch black, his hardening cock pressing against her knee. He stared back, unblinking, almost as if he was challenging her to do her worse.

To make a mess out of him in his office.

Rafael groaned when his fingers were knuckle deep in her mouth. The way her tongue sucked on them, cheeks hollowed, the growing heat and dampness on his thigh, his rationality was nearly gone, and all he could think of was bending her over his desk and fucking her senseless. But he was a man of his words, and this was her show.

Rolling her hips, Céline moaned softly at the friction of his pants against her swollen clit, pressing down on his thigh for more. Her pathetic mewls as she chased her high, the sight of her greedily sucking on his fingers, riding his thigh as if her life depended on it, made his cock twitch. Growling, Rafael dug his free hand into the soft flesh of her hip, trying to behave as much as he could.

When her hips stuttered, rhythm irregular, he jerked his leg up, eliciting a yelp and a whine from her.

“Focus, querida. We don’t have much time left.”

Eyes half lidded and glassy, a string of drool trickling down her chin, she tried to move faster, brushing against his cock over and over.

“Mierda.”

It was a sight that was going to stay burned in his memory until the day he died.

Céline released his fingers with a pop, throwing her head backwards, and moaned loudly. Grabbing her by the throat, Rafael smashed his lips against hers, teeth clashing and his tongue kissing every inch of her mouth.

The choking and the bruising kiss sent her over, the knot in her stomach finally snapping. Tears rolled down her face as she shuddered violently, clumsily riding down her high, just as he came as well. Her head fell into the crook of his neck as she gasped, trying to catch her breath. With one arm wrapped around her waist, he stroked her hair until she stopped convulsing.

“Thank you,” Céline breathed out against his neck, her ears still ringing. “And I’m sorry about your pants.”

“Don’t worry about it, querida. I have a spare suit in my office.”

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do you have an idea for what a domain or ritual for the Dull could be?

An office job with a perfect grid of grey cubicles, bright halogen lights and hidden ceiling speakers that play only a quiet drone of white noise. Each come with a small, perfectly identical plastic plant and the same empty corporate motivational poster as only decoration. You are not allowed to decorate them yourself. There is a strict business formal dress code. You are always busy, but the purpose of your work is inane and vague. You fill forms. You push your pencil. The workload is not necessarily enough to make you feel crushed, but enough that you don’t have time to chitchat. Enough that you stay a little late every day. It’s strongly encouraged by the blankly smiling faces of the managers. You start to feel like you never have time for yourself when you get home, even though you work perfectly reasonable hours on paper. The cafeteria is free, but everything tastes so bland. Everything you cook yourself starts to taste the same way. On your days off the weight of the week that passed and the week that’s coming oh so soon keep you glued to your sofa, apathetically scrolling social media or watching empty reality tv, until it’s time for another week, again, again, again. But you’re lucky to have a job that pays well enough, and you won’t find any better. Your coworker Carlos’ name is spelled as “Carl” on his cubicle. But it doesn’t matter, you hardly know him anyway.

An idyllic suburbia. 2,5 children per home, good Christian marriages. An HOA that makes sure no one breaks the dream with any colorful paint outside the identical house, any colorful paint inside them, anything less than a perfectly manicured turf lawn, any decoration, anyone out walking past sunset or other irregular hours, any car too cheap or too old or in another color than a pleasant muted grey or an unapproved model, any children’s lemonade stand, any children drawing in chalk on the sidewalk, any children yelling, any children outside the houses, any fruit tree, any flowers, any bird, any bug, any pet, any backyard party, any inside party, any overnight visitors, any daytime visitors, any flag but the star spangled banner, any words but the right kind of English uttered, any lights on past nine, any unusual outside furniture, any unusual inside furniture, any unhappy faces, any noise, ever, ever.