#Botani Square

[night-for-night]

white panicle aster - abandoned lot, baldwin ave, jsq, jc, nj - yashica mg-1 & 400 speed color film - developed at eliz digital & scanned with minolta dimage dual iii

[creativecommonsplants]

Roundleaf Sundew by Mark Freeth on Flickr.

This work is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

[bogorexpose]

Karubi Maru Hadir di Botani Square

BOGOR – Pecinta kuliner Bogor tak perlu lagi jauh-jauh melancong ke Kota Depok untuk menikmati sajian daging panggang bercitarasa otentik khas Jepang. Karubi Maru, resto Yakiniku Jyu yang mengusung tematik ala Jepang dan open kitchen kini telah resmi beroperasi di Mall Botani Square Bogor. Saat ini, makanan khas Jepang sangat populer di Indonesia, salah satunya Yakiniku. Lezatnya potongan…

[coyotydave]

Globe Thistle by Coyoty Via Flickr: Echinops setifer. At the Pittsburgh Zoo in Pittsburgh, PA.

[princessclai]

I forgive everyone and everything except 100% evil: synonyms in milliversal language. etc

Especially you, Peter Alberts. It is not your fault I was a stranger. I informed you of danger: James Satan Manger earnestly, hernestly, honestly, earnestly, as Samta Santa Satam Satan.

blasphemy old testament

blasphemy new test.mess jew jew jew egypt jew brew brew brew brew brew

squares roots

lolololol

away to black hole non-existence for me soon

pls Marie curie pls cure e . E 3 .

already hxd that satanic shit james sociopath psychopath closet nazi blondeblue but blondeblonde until perfect wtf man ugh

[frans-blok-3develop]

Dotted Leaves

A strongly symmetrical image in soothing autumn colours, based on a photo of dotted oak leaves in a forest in October.

https://fineartamerica.com/featured/1-dotted-leaves-frans-blok.html

[breelandwalker]

You seem like you're more familiar with the broader occult community than my scholarly shut in ass. I'm curious. If there were a few lessons you wish you could drill into the head of every prominent social media occultist, what would they be?

Ohhh the number one thing I wish I could drill into the head of every aspiring occultist and magical practitioner is that CRITICAL THINKING IS YOUR FRIEND.

Study magic but keep fact-checking! If there's a claim in a book on witchcraft that should be able to be backed up by mundane sources, look for those sources. If they're not cited in the book, that's a red flag. If the sources you do find don't support the claim, that's another, bigger red flag. This is especially true with claims about history, science, medicine, psychology, anthropology, and religion.

Also, be wary of anything New Age. There's a pipeline to anti-science, eugenics, and racism there that runs directly through portions of the modern pagan and witchcraft communities and it's brightly painted with New Age buzzwords.

If something seems too good to be true, it probably is. If something seems geared to appeal to your emotions, especially that which seems formulated to make you feel special or "chosen" or to fire up some kind of righteous anger or feelings of superiority, you should immediately be suspicious of it.

If a source tells you to disregard science, modern medicine, or recorded history, or tries to tell you that some people are inherently more special or magical or deserving of power than others, discard it immediately. That is a bad source.

Don't believe everything you see or hear online. Too many witches roll their eyes at their parents and grandparents believing everything they read on Facebook, then turn around and insist that everything they've seen on TikTok or Tumblr or YouTube is Absolute Truth.

Believing in and studying magic does not mean that common sense goes out the window. You should be supplementing your magical studies with parallel practical topics (i.e. botany, geology, chemistry, mythology, etc) and ALWAYS keep one foot squarely planted on the ground.

[the-ipre]

sequel to this

[lichenaday]

I am attending Botany Con (aka One World Botany 2023 on Boise, ID) and will be giving a talk Tuesday July 24 at 8:15 in the Bryology and Lichenology session. So if you are here and interested in my work come check it out!

I will also be GMing the Botany & Dragons game on Wednesday night. Be there or be square.

[tellioari]

Dye Mod compat list!

I thought I'd share what we have so far in terms of other mod compatibility.

If you know of a Fabric mod that is missing from this list, send me a message or an ask, or leave a comment.

Compatibility Checklist Focus is on Fabric mods for now, since this will be on Fabric primarily; Forge mod compat will come if I have time to kill later.

Finished:

Create (finished)

Supplimentaries (finished)

Nature's Spirit (finished)

Squashed (finished)

Farmer's Delight (finished besides hanging canvas signs if those exist)

Bountiful Fares (thanks Hecco!!)

WIPS:

Another Furniture

Twigs (silt)

TODO:

Supplimentaries Squared (sacks)

Amendments (maybe, haven't looked into this)

Create Deco

Hearth and Home

Ad Astra (flag + industrial lamps)

The Graveyard (urns)

Botany Pots

Comforts

Etcetera (clothing)

BetterNether (quartz glass)

BetterEnd (crashing fix + petals)

Bumblezone

Gipple Mod (sort of, would just be fun)

Possible, not on the todo list:

Botania (crashing fix + petals + flowers integration?)

Spectrum (would require a LOT of work, basically working with the other team)

Excessive Building (Yirmiri? lmk on this one :3)

that one wallpapers mod?

Quark (forge)

Abnormals mods (forge)

Alex's Mods (Alex's Caves, Domestication Innovation, forge)

Endergetic Expansion (forge)

Oreganized (terracotta glass, forge)

[basichextechml]

Did You Want Flowers?

Wednesday Addams/Fem!Reader

Rating: General // 1.4K Words // Fluff, Wednesday tries dating, She’s just kinda too quirky for it tho, Established relationship // Requested: Yes, original request can be found here

Wednesday tries something foreign to her- yet familiar to most

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     Jericho was a small town through and through. One movie theatre, a few clothing shops, one supermarket, and one cafe. Try as you might, boredom was inevitable. Whenever you and Wednesday found yourself with time on your hands- and she was amicable enough to let you drag her around- you’d buy her a cup of coffee and sit at The Weathervane.

     It was an awful day. Sunny, with not a cloud in sight. Truly detestable.

You watched people stroll throughout the town square, idly sipping from your mug as the day passed on. Wednesday peered silently over her book. She’d have her nails ripped from their beds before admitting she cherished these moments. You looked wistful, like the grim reaper waiting for someone’s time to come. She hoped you’d be looking her way soon. Fate was torturous, though, as you watched a scene unfold beyond the window from your cushioned seat.

     “Awww,” You cooed, blindly pushing down the spine of her book to grab her attention. She’d become soft. It was already on you. “Look- they must be on their first date.”

     Across the street, in the town square, sat two kids. At least twelve. They were obviously nervous, doing a poor job of concealing the blush on their cheeks. Wednesday watched in apathy as one of them lugged out a bouquet of flowers bigger than their head. The roses didn’t even have thorns on their stems.

     “That’s adorable,” You mumbled reverently, returning to your cup of coffee, “It reminds me of our first… outing.”

     Wednesday continued to stare out the window, wondering if your words held weight. Did you two really seem like bumbling, love-ridden, buffoons?

     The kids across the street hesitantly embraced, before one sniffed the bouquet. She rolled her eyes, yet they landed on you staring out the window again.

     Wednesday realized something suddenly. Something that made her feel… inadequate.

     She’d never given you flowers.

     Did you want flowers? With the way you were watching the kids across the street do their contrived courting ritual, she could at least surmise that you were interested. She couldn’t ask you, though. Flowers, traditionally, were given as a token of affection- but were also given without their recipient knowing. A spontaneously revolting display that reinforced traditional stereotypes about love.

     So why did she feel bad for not giving you flowers?

     Snapping her book shut, Wednesday shoved it into her bag and stood abruptly.

     Flinching, you watched in bewilderment as your girlfriend vacated the booth, standing next to you, yet facing the door. As if she were waiting for something. Wordlessly, you grabbed both of your unfinished coffees and linked your arm with hers. Despite your sudden exit, Wednesday provided no context as to why she wanted to leave in the first place, and your confusion followed you back to Nevermore.

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     If you wanted flowers, what kind would you want?

     Wednesday wasn’t quite sure. This would explain why her eyes held such fury as she stared down the flora of Nevermore’s greenhouse. Perhaps she was willing the useless flowers back into the dirt, asking only the ones you’d like to stay put.

     It would be her death before she’d admit it, but Wednesday was a little lost.

     “Oh- Wednesday!”

     The girl felt her eyes roll back painfully at the ever-cheery disposition of her botany teacher. Though, this greenhouse was Thornhill’s territory, in a sense. That didn’t mean Wednesday had to be tolerant of her presence.

     “Miss Thornhill.”

     “So, what brings you here? It’s such a beautiful day,” The woman gestures to the tall windows, the pouring rain pelting them from the outside storm, “I’m sure you’d want to be outside.”

     Furrowing her brow, Wednesday contemplated telling the truth. Miss Thornhill saw a twitch in the girl’s lip, nearly pulling into a sneer, before her tempered gaze was on her.

     “I’ve come to ask for some flowers.”

     Miss Thornhill blinked once, then twice, and kept her calm smile. “To give to someone?”

     Wednesday turned away from her teacher, beginning to walk through the fauna, expecting the woman to follow. “Don’t act coy, it doesn’t suit a woman of your position.” A roundabout way of saying yes, and effective in her own way.

     “Well,” Thornhill started after a moment, “I have been cultivating some Sweetunias. Perhaps she’ll like those?”

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     Wednesday felt like the village idiot sitting in the field with a bouquet, simply waiting for you to arrive. She had forced Enid to text you, requesting that you meet her after your last afternoon class, and trusted you wouldn’t be late. The chain in her pocket rustled as she pulled out her pocket watch and flipped open the front, ticking away the minutes until you were meant to be here.

     The sweetunias were passable, with their dark velvet leaves, and she had Thing collect a few hollyhocks and a bushel of elephant ear to cushion it. She’d made many floral arrangements for a multitude of funerals, but this bouquet was undoubtedly her best work yet.

     She couldn’t believe she had made you one though, what sort of fool searched for flowers at the one sign their significant other wanted some? One would think she were her father, and that would be a sordid day in history for humanity.

     “Wednesday?” You called, and she turned around to look at your figure coming over the rolling hills. You pulled up your scarf around your cheeks, tucking the ends into your jacket to prevent them from flying off. Wordlessly, and with great effort, Wednesday stood up, grabbed your bouquet, and held it out to you.

     Stopping in your path, your eyes wide, you simply stared at the outstretched gift.

     Why weren’t you saying anything?

     Wednesday felt her mouth go dry, an affected response to what she could only perceive as rejection- she felt stupid.

     Tearing her eyes from yours, she pulled to bouquet back to her side, the rustling of butcher’s paper- wait.

     At your sniffle, she looked back up immediately. But instead of tears, your nose was bunched up, eyes shut tight, and head tilted back before-

     Achoo!

     Flabbergasted, Wednesday tensed as you sneezed again, and again, and again. You just kept sneezing- until your hand came up and pointed shakily at the flowers.

     She really was the village idiot.

     Untying the twine that held them all together, she turned with urgency to the direction the wind was blowing, and tossed the flowers- watching her work flutter into the tree line.

     You were allergic to flowers.

     Hastily pulling out a napkin from your pocket, you blew your stuffy nose, crumpling the paper back up, you shoved it into your bag. Through teary eyes, a mass of black came into view- silver threaded initials of W.A embroidered into the silk handkerchief. Taking it gently into your hands, you treated it with a bit more care than the paper one you’d swiped from the dining hall, and wiped the tears that dotted your lash line.

     “Thank you,” You said, tearfully wiping away the evidence of the, rather embarrassing, sneezing fit you’d just endured. And to your gratitude, Wednesday asked-

     “Why didn’t you tell me?”

     Cocking a brow, you looked towards the treeline where the twine on the bouquet was caught on a branch. “Tell you what?”

     “That you were allergic to flowers.” She says with indignation, turning to where you were looking. She was pouting- even if she hadn’t realized it.

     Sighing, you smile, eyes and nose still watery, “It just never came up I guess- was I meant to tell you?”

     A small silence washed over you both.

     “Then why were you staring at those kids?”

     You loved her, you really did- why was she so fucking cryptic all the time?

     “The kids?”

     “The kids from the street. The ones that were on that date,” She strains, as if you were stupid for not remembering right off the bat.

     You searched your brain for a moment more- “Ohhhhhhh- The ones with the flowers- Ooooooooooooh-” You gasped, affronted with the realization that Wednesday thought you wanted flowers. Staring at her, mouth agape, you come to understand the situation.

     With her pointer finger, Wednesday clicks your jaw back into place, shutting your mouth.

     “You wanted to get me flowers.”

     “Shut up.”

     “You saw me looking at them and thought that they’d make me happy.”

     “If you know what’s good for you-”

     “You looooooooooove me-”

     “They’ll find your body at the bottom of the lake.”

     As you pulled her into a vice grip, tugging at her sleeves, kissing at her cheeks, Wednesday wondered why she even bothered- as if she didn’t know.

[night-for-night]

in the rubble - baldwin ave, jsq, jc, nj - yashica mg-1 & 400 speed film - developed at eliz digital & scanned with minolta dimage dual iii

[creativecommonsplants]

Sundew by Mark Freeth on Flickr.

This work is licensed under CC BY 2.0.

[idkfitememate]

Have no fear! 🦌 anon is here! With gifts!

•deer! Reader is the most peaceful out of the group

•Probably studied botany or zoology as a human. [i’ll let you decide on this one]

•a natural empath

•very kind and giving

•is peacemaker in most situations

•doesn’t like violence.

Example: two rishboland tigers in their ambush are fighting because of stolen meat and deer! Reader doesn’t like it. So they use tactics to make them see the other perspective.

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“Claws, why are we mad at Earth?”

“Because she stole the leg from that shroomboar I caught fair and square!”

“Earth, why did we steal some of Claw’s prey?”

“I didn’t mean to! It was just lying there in the open! I didn’t see anyone around so I just took a leg!”

This goes on until they stop fighting.

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•deer! Reader finds it hard to stand at first, obviously. They would describe it as trying to balance four flip phones on their heads at the same time without a hand to hold them. Trying to move is even harder.

•deer! Reader likes to vibe with Collei, trying to get the girl to ease up and feel better when she’s down

•is very patient and lets Collei touch and come to them first instead of acting physical affection on her first(which takes multiple months)

•when trust is gained with Collei, snuggles to replenish the girl’s energy are a must

•Collei made deer! Reader a scarf just like hers so they match :) got Tighnari’s approval for the idea first, though

•Tighnari tries to help deer! Reader practice standing at least once a day

•Cyno thinks deer! Reader is very calm and trusting because you didn’t spook when you first met him(he had his spear thing with him and everything)

•deer! Reader has names for all 10 rishboland tigers in their ambush. Mainly after natural things like rock or leaf for easy communication when introducing names to humans (which never happens. It’d be way too sus)

OMG??? THE BABY??? This is so cute honest to god-

I call naming one of the tigers dirt. Why? Imagine calling over your friend dirt and it’s a fucking tiger I can’t-

I wanna squish em. I wanna cuddle em. Gimme gimme gimme ૮꒰ྀི∩´ ᵕ `∩꒱ྀིა

These are so cute thank you so much ໒꒰ྀི´ ˘ ` ꒱ྀིა!

[airplanned]

TotK Mini Fic

Do not read unless you’ve gotten all the memories and done the Tarry Town stuff.  For real.  Scroll on.

I’m this far into the game, so please don’t tell me more in the comments.

I’ve seen some people write angst, and--y’all--no.  This is the BEST.

Maybe it’s Rhondson’s own melancholy, but Link looks down.  He is not as excited as a man about to buy a dream home should be.  Distractedly, he stares off into the sky behind her as if searching for something, as if thinking really hard.

“So what do you think?” she chirps, trying to put enough excitement for both of them into her sales pitch. (It’s so rude of him to make her do that.  Doesn’t he realize that she’s having a hard day, sending her baby off?)

“I already have a…It’s complicated.”

“Look, I’ll give you’re a discount for all your help.  This could be your dream home!  Completely customizable!  And everyone could do with more space!”

He freezes.  He blinks rapidly a few times, and she can see the gears turn, see him come back to himself.  His face seems to light up as he finally looks her in the eye.

“How much space?”

 #

 Link’s house looks like a pagoda.  Tall and open.  He’s put some ramps on top to give a bad illusion of a slanted roof.

And…well…to each their own. That is the beauty of the Hudson Dream Home: if you can dream it, they can build it.

The first floor is a big square of normal house things. His bedroom tucked behind the stairs, a display of swords that…well, no one knows how he got swords that look untouched by decay, but there they are.  A prominent kitchen where he’ll show off that latest fruitcake he’s made for his girl. “We play this game where I try to throw bites into her mouth.”

There are piles of giant glowing scales and what look like shining monster claws. They look like they were neatly sorted at one point, but now there are just too many.   What are they? And why does it feel like they sing? For potions, he says.  And sometimes he fuses them to weapons.  

If anyone notices the tiny study he has tucked away, he gets bashful, rubbing the back of his head and saying that his girl likes quiet when she’s working.  If she ever…well, if she…he wanted to have a space ready for her.

“One time she asked if I would still love her if she turned into a wyrm.”  Then he laughs.

There are paintings. One of him and the princess and some other people all smooshed together for a group shoot.  One of Link and four glowing ghostly figures, all of them smiling.

Then there’s the one of the dragon.  It takes up the whole wall and is nearly life sized.  Link holds his slate out at arm’s length to catch his beaming face and one, giant, dragon eye framed with gold lashes.

If anyone comments on the dragon, he gets excited and says something like, “Isn’t she pretty?” or “Her face is very soft,” or “Do you see her antlers?  Aren’t they neat?”

Honestly, asking about anything Link gets up to just leads to more questions.  It’s not worth it.

The second floor is open to the air like a gazebo.  Around that, on the roof of the first floor, he’s put flower beds, which he tends with care, frowning over journals and botany books.  After a few weeks, the flower bloom, lighting up at night with a blue-white light you can see from Tarry Town.  Sometimes they’ll catch him carrying a bouquet.  “Bringing them to my girl.  I think I can braid them into her hair.”

As he plants his hands on his hips and surveys his construction with pride and hope, he explains, “She takes up a lot of space.  I imagine she’ll kind of…spread.”  He waves his hands a bit to express that she would presumably leave stuff everywhere.

He seems delighted by the prospect.

“If I can get her to visit, I think she’ll like this.  Yeah,” he sighs.  “She’ll like this.”

[corpseflower949]

Darian owns a plant shop in the town square. He absolutely loves taking care of plants, though he would rather take care of you. He majored in botany a few years ago. He inherited the plant shop from his parents soon after graduating. You two have been best friends since highschool, and have a mutual crush on each other. (albeit unknowingly)

This is for a VN I really wanna put together! It's gonna be called "Thorns Of Love." I plan on starting on it when I get a drawing tablet and a better computer. It's definitely gonna be a while, but I have my heart set on making my dreams a reality.