#🌱 the garden

[controlkris]

Then what are we supposed to do kris , keep opening and closing dark fountains untill we magically disappear . We need to do something’s . Plus the longer you go without doing something on that list the more likely Someone will force you out of curiosity… probably lilybug

(Yeah, i'll do whatever you say because of a threat. Fuck you. Try not being assholes.)

"Firstly, how do you know Hometown? Where I live? What kind of monster I am?"

"That's three things."

"THEY'RE ALL RELATED! Now. Answer."

"..."

Mettaton narrows his eyes. "..."

"..."

"Don't make me do this the hard way, darling."

Kris grabs the hilt of their sword. Mettaton's eyes flick to it then he puts up his fists. "I'm much taller than you, s-so..."

Kris keeps up the bit for a few seconds then smiles. "You're in a dream. So I know everything you know."

"Then tell me: what did I do last night?"

"... You... slept."

"Hmmmm…"

"That's true, I did sleep... maybe you're right."

[tygerland]

Beatrix Potter Watercolors, 1890s.

[nordsea-horizons]

🌱green island🌿

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dreblr…

"If you love and cherish our green boy you are welcome to this garden as a flower, plant or lurking gardener, please make sure not to trample any plants and water them with reblogs, notes, comments, asks, and replies to keep them healthy." (context)

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[0x1lovebot]

three; 🌿

𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐮𝐞 | one | two | three | four

1.6k words. [1,623]

warnings; angry chan, mentions of arranged marriage

now alone in the garden, y/n got back to her work of picking new flowers for the rooms in the palace. she picked, and she picked, and she picked. it was a mindless repetitive action, and it allowed her mind to wander. 

her mind replayed one specific memory, a memory y/n tried not to think about. she didn't like that memory. it made her happy, it gave her too much hope.

she was 15 again. it had been a few weeks after her mother passed away, and y/n was still grieving, hard. she couldn't even remember the last time she had smiled or laughed or even just enjoyed the smallest things. all she felt was numb. 

y/n was alone in the garden, planting seedlings of flowers in a new patch of fresh, soft soil. the sky faded from a fiery orange to dark red as the sun set over the horizon. the chill of the evening breeze bit at y/n’s skin through her thin dress as she continued her work, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. nothing mattered anymore without her mother there with her. 

“hey, you’re going to catch a cold out here." a voice warned. 

y/n turned her head and met eyes with chan. even in informal clothing, chan still looked as handsome as ever. under the setting sun, his pale skin seemed to glow like the jewels in the king's crown. his black hair, although very unkempt, framed his face beautifully and looked dark red due to the color of the sky. even in her state of grief, just seeing chan brought color to her very dull world.

a ghost of a sad smile crossed y/n's face as she turned back to the ground in front of her. 

"it's just a breeze channie. you don't have to worry about me."

chan sighed at his best friend's stubbornness. he knew that she was going through a very sad time and he wanted to help. but y/n seemed to shut him out.

"i always worry about you y/n. you seem to cloud my mind every hour of the day."

y/n's breath caught in her throat. chan had this way with words that made her heart flutter no matter how she was feeling. she did not like it. nonetheless, she acted as if it didn't affect her.

"i doubt that that's true. i bet you forget about me with every princess you meet. i'm afraid i might lose you to them one day." she teased, but her heart sank slightly at the thought of it being true. y/n wished she was born into royalty sometimes. maybe then she would have an actual chance with the person she was in love with. and after losing her mother, she knew that she couldn't stand to lose chan either.

chan sighed again as he gently grabbed y/n's wrist, stopping her from planting the flowers. he pulled her up off the ground and turned her to face him.

"y/n, you're not going to lose me, ok? no matter how many girls i meet, you will always be my number one. i've known you the longest. you mean the most to me. no matter how chaotic my life gets or how many princesses i meet, you’ll always be at the top. i promise.”

even now y/n still didn’t know how chan knew to say those words, but at the time they were comforting for her. they made her feel happiness, warmth for the first time in weeks. but thinking about it now she knew that it was unrealistic for chan to try and keep that promise. he was going to be king soon, and it was very well known that royalty stayed with royalty. and sadly she couldn't change that.

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chan walked at an accelerated pace through the halls of the castle, while hyunjin brushed away any stray pieces of dirt or grass from the back of chan's robes. he really wished his time in the garden would have lasted longer. it was the first time in months, he had spent time with y/n. it felt nice to see her face, to hear her voice, to smile and laugh with her like they did when they were kids. 

"this is so unusual." chan mumbled. usually the rulers would come for their meeting and then return back to the comfort of their own kingdoms. why were they staying now?

"yeah I know but it seems that there is nothing you can do until you find out more." hyunjin reasoned as he wiped the last speck of dirt off of chan's robes.

the 2 of them now stood at the entrance of the dining hall. more commotion could be heard on the other side of the doors, more commotion meant more people. chan sighed at the thought of having to interact with people other than his family, for that morning's meeting had left him very socially drained. and if the rulers families were anything like them, this would be even more taxing on chan's will to live.

"well in you go, your highness." hyunjin said as he pushed open the doors of the dining hall. "enjoy your meal."

chan shot hyunjin an extremely annoyed look before masking it with a smile and entering the room. 

"ah there he is." chan's mother welcomed. "come and join us son."

chan sighed through his nostrils, holding onto whatever composure he had left, and made his way to the table in the very middle of the room. he took the empty seat between his father, and his younger brother, felix who looked just as unwilling to be there as chan felt.

on the right of felix sat king chinmae and his family. his wife looked sullen and detached, like all the light in life had been sucked away. that's what happens when your partner for life breaks your trust one too many times. chan thought. he felt bad for the woman and for their young sons, youngho & minhyung. he couldn't imagine what it must be like to see your own father disregard your mother as if she met nothing for someone he barely knew.

on the left of his mother sat king jinsang. he didn't have a family, well not a legitimate one anyway,so he sat by himself gorging on food as if he hadn't eaten in years. it was quite disturbing to watch actually. most of the people at the table made it a point to avert their eyes, out of sheer discomfort and slight disgust.

and at the very end of the table sat the dreaded king jiwoo, accompanied by his only daughter, inyeong. the last time chan had seen her was when he was 15 and she was 17. she still had the same harsh, sharp features similar to that of a marble statue. her black hair had grown quite long though. the black strands were curled in large, bouncy ringlets, framing her pale face and indifferent expression. she looked regal, however the sinister look behind her eyes didn't go unnoticed by chan. her eyes snapped up at him, and the intensity they held made chan's blood run cold. he'd seen the same look in her father's eyes countless times. 

inyeong never left her kingdom with her father unless she absolutely needed to, so why was she here? why were they all here? what was this?

"so," chan's father started. "as you all know my first son will assume his role as king soon. as the ruler of this kingdom he will need a woman to rule beside him."

everyone at the table murmured in agreement, while chan quirked an eyebrow in confusion. 

'why would my father bring this up now?' he thought.

"and at his age of 24 i think it's about time we continue this tradition. so with the blessing of me and king jiwoo, my son bang chan and his daughter hong inyeong will be married in 2 weeks time!"

chan's heart stopped. there was no way this could be happening. not with inyeong. chan's chest started to tighten as his eyes searched the table frantically, gauging the reactions of his table mates. to his surprise only he and felix seemed to be rocked by this news. even their mother seemed okay with this happening, and she wasn't really one for the royal traditions. 

and yet, she knew. they all knew, except for him. he didn't even have a fucking choice in the matter.

chan's ear and face grew a bright red as anger started to rise in him. he gripped the armrests of his chair with such force that wood whined under his hands. if he squeezed any harder the wood snap, just like he was about to.

"hyung are you ok? your knuckles are turning white." felix whispered. chan turned to his brother and cocked his head. 

"am i ok? am I ok?!" chan seethed. "of course I'm not okay! none of this shit is fucking ok!"

the other royals gasped at chan's outburst.

"chan, watch your mouth!" his father boomed.

"are you fucking kidding me?! I don't want this shit! I barely know inyeong and you want me to marry her for the sake of the kingdom! you didn't even fucking give me a choice, you decided for me!" he yelled. "but fuck my opinions when it comes to your beloved traditions right?"

chan threw his chair back from the table and stood in an instant. he stormed out of the dining hall and straight to his quarters without another word. he couldn't be in there anymore. he couldn't be around them anymore; it was all too much.

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It's been a minute. This one got long.

I largely haven't been doing any fandom stuff other than VP because my work schedule has been insane the past two months. And the only reason I have VP to post is because I'm generous about snapping pics and the vast majority of photos y'all are seeing are ones I took back in March/April/May.

Things at work are starting to be slightly less hectic though, so hopefully I can get back into the swing of things. I'm trying to be gentle with myself about the time and energy I do have but it's been frustrating wanting to do things and not having the beans to do them. Spending most of my workdays outside for extended periods of time means I'm bone tired when I get home. And then I have more work to do outside...

Gardening

My garden is gonna be very scraggly looking for the rest of the year, but if I can keep it alive, in theory, the plants should come back bigger and bolder next year. Shortgrass prairie plants spend the bulk of their first few growing seasons establishing their root systems since water is often in short supply, so the tops of the plants are very unimpressive rn. Most of them probably won't get much bigger than this or even flower this year.

I've gotten a good chunk of the plants in the ground, have irrigation lines going to all of them, and did the lil concrete paver patio. I still need to finish planting the plants that have been languishing in their pots for over a month, bury the irrigation lines, and do a bunch of other random things, but we're getting there. Not planning on covering the bare dirt with mulch because I'm doing fall and spring seeding and I want the plants to self-sow. Going for wild pocket prairie and I'm gonna let it go absolutely feral. I'd eventually like to get rid of the river rocks too but baby steps.

What's really funny is all my native plants seem to be doing reasonable well. My vegetable garden on the other hand... It's sad. I know where I fucked up though (I should not have done that soil experiment lol and attack of the cutworm catepillars), so I'll just have to cut my loses this year and reevaluate for next. The worm composter is doing good though 🪱

Drawing

Attempting to get back into drawing. Again, it's been slow. Have been doodling some mutual's CP2077 OCs when I have the time and still have a ways to get through my list. I'm surprised by how much fan art of Grandpa I've received so I figured I'd return the favor for some folks. It's always a pleasant surprise getting some lovely art in your inbox. Probably won't be coloring most of these from here on out. I have a love hate relationship with coloring. Sorry, I just find lines more interesting. All of these were done with dip pen, ink, and watercolor.

I've got another more formal piece I need to work on as well and get done by the end of the month. Keep forgetting to do the layout sketches...

Writing

The slowest of them all. Been working on the same damn short fic (No. 1 of Les Preludes) and then brainstorming for about fifty other projects that are waiting their turn in line. Plus, I'm still trying to read too. But when I can only manage a chapter of a fic about every two weeks...

Most of my writing efforts have been bopping into my drafts now and then and pecking out a sentence or two. However, I did manage to spend 45 minutes detangling a section of about 200 words 🐢:

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This snippet gives me the hardest war flashbacks to those late 90s/early 00s TV phone ads. Anyone else old enough to remember these things?

[96925mm]

日常

今住んでいるところがとても好きです。

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[vankaar]

Finally got around to buy a bag of soil with manure and one of compost and I made a small no-dig bed, I'm really curious to see if it'll work.

(there's cardboard underneath so it'll smother the weeds and get nitrogen on the soil while decomposing)

Here's the finished bed, I sow what seeds I had at home (spinach, lettuce and agretti and some allium and mixed bulbs that will flower in spring if all go well) and used some long pots as temporary sides so the new soil won't slid away when watered.

I'm pretty happy with the results (I used the fancy soil, 14€ for 90lit, less than I thought 👍) and found gardening as relaxing and satisfying as always.

I'll keep you posted on the progress :)

But now I'm curious....

[the-crow-in-the-blooming-tree]

Little things seen on my way to work... 🍃

[controlkris]

>> One angel? HAH. who says the angel can’t be an amalgamation of voices inhabiting an unwilling human participant. Is the Anti-Angel a thing? We’re at least some kind of eldritch horror. Just don’t look us in the eye or you’ll die or something ;)

>> Command: After healing flower folk, Take control of Kris: playfully punch Susie. “So how the hell did you know I was here? Is the dark fountain that noticeable?”

"Well, I'm sure we will run into em sooner or later." Ralsei sighs. After a moment he looks up and walks over to Mettaton, gently tapping him. "... Kris, um, this person here. I've got a question for you."

Kris doesn't respond to Ralsei at first, hurrying to respond to you. (The church. No anti-angel... just fucking read the scripture.)

Kris jolts as the command takes effect. Ralsei technically isn't done healing yet, they reason, so they're still in control right now.

Ralsei continued on anyways, speaking as Kris was lost in their own thoughts. Kris only caught the tail end of the question.

"What?"

"This person here." Ralsei repeats, patting Mettaton.

"... What about him?"

"He's a lightner, right?"

Kris nods.

Ralsei takes Mettaton's hand and leads the slowly waking man to the car, putting him in the backseat.

"Wait." Kris objects. "He should stay here, to watch over the Darkners and make sure they're okay."

"Is he a healer?"

"... no."

"Then I can stay." Ralsei smiles.

"No, no..." Kris sighs, resigning to having Mettaton with them for a while longer.

[cherrybudgie]

HeloOooo~

Sorry for not being very active here on Tumblr lately.

So many things have been going on and we got water damage in our apartment so we need to move away asap so they can start the renovations. And that is easier said than done with the flock of 50 budgies. So yeah, times are tough. But a good friend of mine agreed to foster 20-30 birds until we get to move back to our original apartment. The new apartment doesn't have a room for birds so we need to have them in the living room. 🙃

A quick update for you! 🙏🏻

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La nena de la clavellina (Teresa Mirabent Planas) or "The Girl with the Carnation (Teresa Mirabent Planas)", by the Catalan artist Santiago Rusiñol, 1893.

Painting kept in Museu del Cau Ferrat, Sitges (Penedès, Catalonia).

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