#all around the mulberry bush

[y0lly]

based on chapter 5 of All Around the Mulberry Bush by Chaussette_et_Chaussures. It's not the actual dialogue, but I'd like to picture this is what would've happen if reader asked.

[dalishthunder]

The long road to [data] recovery begins.

[pumpkinofthedale]

A little sneak peak from AATMB because I did actually manage to put some words to the page today. Not much, but I’m happy to at least have eked out something:

"I know, I know, I'm late." You said, cracking your back as you entered the daycare at ten. "I just got into a groove, but the good news is that I should be less busy for a couple of days if I keep on top of it."

You passed by the main desk as you headed down the stairs to the playpen doors. You didn't make it very far before a set of large, warm hands covered your eyes followed by a tinny, sing-song, "Who is iiiit?"

You snorted, deciding to lean back a little and bump against his thin frame. "Is iiiit... Freddy?"

That got a giggle out of him. "Nope!"

"Hmmm... is iiiit Chica?"

"No, silly!"

"Hmmmmmmmm... is iiiiit Monty?"

"Nope, nope, nope!"

"Can you give me a hint?" You smiled, as Sun gave a little scoff.

"Sunshine, you silly goose!"

"Sunshine... Sunshine.... I feel like only one person calls me that." You tapped your cheek thoughtfully before letting out a little gasp. "I know now! It's gotta be Sun."

His hands moved down to your waist as he picked you up and did a little twirl, and you did your best to ignore the way your stomach lurched at being manhandled like a rag doll. "I can't believe it took you so long to figure out it was me!"

You couldn't quite tell who was playing along with who, but you were just glad he didn't try to sneak attack tickle you. You shuddered at the thought.

[purplearrowzandleather-blog]

Weasel!Pete hunts some dinner.

[animatronicabundance-archived]

There’s a silent happy hum from the red animatronic as it’s multiple hands move while it works. Moving through the cameras with ease as two hands take notes with pen and sticky note.

Strings , the nightguard from Popgoes, is now available for threads or asks as a test muse.

[scobbe]

Held our priest’s hand while ‘dancing’ in a ring around a bunch of tree saplings for a full 3 minutes tonight

STILL HAVEN’T TALKED ABOUT GOD

[dykeredhood]

Reminder to make a poll about the lyrics to Pop Goes the Weasel

[horrifichaunts]

Strings tag dump

[snapeaddict]

Snapetober Day 3 - Path

Inspired by @sneverussape's headcanons

"You go down that way, ya walk for 20 minutes and then there's the factory right to your left. My pals' boys usually wait for us there. We come out at 5. I can show you the machines."

The tall man turned his gaze to the child by his side, waiting for an answer. As usual, the boy was lost in a world of his own; fucking nothing could be done to make him swap out of it for good. He shook his shoulder brutally.

"Oi, kid! You listening to me?"

Fearful black eyes met his, the very same as Eileen's.

"Yes, da'", Severus replied in a small voice, the kind his father found vaguely enraging for no justifiable reason.

Did he have to sound so girlish, so weak? Why couldn't he be like the other boys? He was already a laughing stock as it was. Too much brain like his mum, but unwilling to put his hands in the dirt, unlike her.

Sure, the kid did well in school. But he also came home all bruised. One look at him and you knew he was the one to beat up – he looked just like these poor lads on the battlefield, barely 18, crying for their mums in the midst of bombs everywhere.

Not one of them had made it.

The other boys, they came to try their hand at the machines, they went to the pub with their fathers, or to boxing matches. Severus read. He hated sports and never said a word at Church. He didn’t want to put his tongue in the glass of liquor like the other kids. If he came home dirty, it was only because he had been on the hunt for some animal by the river, or piking bloody weeds he stoked up by the side of the house. Might as well have come home with flower bouquets.

Tobias knew nothing about books, or animals, or plants.

Severus had nothing to say, to him at least. And Eileen, he could tell, secretly liked it. That he was different. Tobias hated her for that. She enabled him. When she looked at the boy, there was pride. Where did it come from? Why did she come alive all of a sudden?

He couldn’t make her happy, but Severus could, that was what.

In front of him and the boy, the path divided itself in two. The right side led deeper into Cokeworth, it was all black and dirty because the guys from the mine used it to come home – Tobias had been fired only six months ago. Disorderly conduct, they had said. More like they needed to cut their expenses. He didn’t like the dark and the loud noises anyway.

The left side of the path wasn’t used much. It crossed the river to the nicer part of town, there were mulberries and wildflowers growing over it. It crossed the bridge and led straight to a nice playground for the nice kids up there. Their parents would rather they play elsewhere, Tobias had heard. Nasty kids attending the only school in town was already an issue: no need for their spick and span offspring to mingle with them after school hours.

“You go home now”, he told his son abruptly. “I need to get to work. You can come by at 5 if you want.”

-

The bell rang at last. The guys put down their stuff and went outside to stretch. Their boys had been waiting there for some time already, playing football.

Tobias looked around, but saw no Severus. He had cleaned his machine thoroughly to show him. He watched as John’s kid sat on his father’s knees, dirty nails clinging to his father’s shirt. Severus never got near him like that. But that was good, wasn’t it? A boy like this didn’t need more coddling. Good spankings made for strong boys.

It looked nice, though.

He needed a drink.

-

He stumbled home and asked Eileen where the boy was.

“He’s not here”, she told him. “He left a bit before 5.”

He cursed under his breath and cracked another beer open.

-

He watched, leaning unsteadily against a tree, as Severus sat down in the grass behind a bush, at a safe distance from the playground. There were two girls there, a blond one and a redhead. The boy was looking at them with a sort of fascination that infuriated him.

Let him play with girls and lick the boots of the better off, Tobias thought confusedly. He'll learn soon enough that this won't make the world any kinder to him.

He turned on his heel, and never again cleaned his working surface at the factory.

[violetstormms]

FNAF Sun and Moon x yn Fic List Update

This is update 1 for my FNAF Sun and Moon x yn fic list. www.tumblr.com/violetstormms/710457016218435584/sunmoon-fnaf-fanfic-recommendation-list?

As always look at the tags and read at your own discretion as while I will try not to include explicit material in this list, the stories can contain other mature content. If you want to see future updates to this list feel free to follow the “Violetstormm fic list updates” tag

When I have more time I will also be adding fics from my mermay list as well just to have everything in one place. The list will still be left up though as people seem to like that one.

Change: old vers Heart, Mind & Soul by SmolShampoo updated to new version.

+All Around the Mulberry Bush by Chaussette_et_Chaussures

archiveofourown.org/works/38251879/chapters/95575312

The monkey chased the weasel

The monkey thought 'twas all in fun

POP! Goes the weasel.

The Fazbear corporation has always been surrounded by dark rumors, so was every other heavy hitter in the entertainment industry. Conspiracy theories and creepypastas abound. But when you took a job working as a repair technician, it slowly becomes more and more clear as to why you're the only one anymore. And in the dark crypt-like atmosphere of parts and services, you can't help but wonder if there isn't some grain of truth to everything you've heard.

(Please mind the tags)

`The Unseen Friend by EllaspenFrost

archiveofourown.org/works/47726713/chapters/120307615

"The pizzeria's extensive dark past was lost to almost everyone...

Not you.

A ghost knows all the dirty secrets of its final resting place."

You are the pizzaplex's resident spirit. You were there when the place was built, and watched events unfold for the unfortunate animatronics that entertained the public. Your favorite animatronic, previously performing in the theater, was re-purposed as a daycare attendant. Though it takes several years, Sun and Moon begin to realize that they were never as alone as they believed. Someone had always been there with them.

*Thing on your swing by SourTomato

archiveofourown.org/works/45595288/chapters/114730450

Yay cheap housing!

Why is it so cheap? Probably has something to do with mushrooms!

~A Song of the Seas by StarForgedStories

archiveofourown.org/works/48452437/chapters/122214820

You don’t know what possessed you to buy that boat. Was it just a whim? A wish for a bit of adventure? To flee from the only life you'd ever known? Or perhaps even the call of something far more alluring than just the sea itself...

The sea has many mysteries within its dark depths and you're going to uncover them, whether you like it or not.

+Golden Midnight by friendcharlie

archiveofourown.org/works/48365224/chapters/121985287

Recovering from severe depression and isolation, you're accepted into a position at the newly rebuilt and remodeled Mega Pizzaplex. You're expecting a tedious and boring customer service job, but after meeting your celestial-themed coworkers, it might be more than you bargained for.

~Crush Depth by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48656851/chapters/122737075

You stare out the forward viewport—the window. The sub’s only window. Blood splashes against the thick glass. It is human blood. It fills an ocean on Moon FZ-87. The atmosphere is dark and barren, speckled with the ghostly light of stars that have been gone for decades.

This is the last view you have of anything above the blood ocean surface. Futility sinks roots into your ribs.

DCA x Reader (SFW)

~Song Fish Amid the Stars by NaffEclipse

archiveofourown.org/works/48365212/chapters/121985266

A pang hits your heart, going out to the little fish struggling to escape the cruel and entrapping lagoon.

But they look like mers. Sea monsters.

Mermaid!Sun & Mermaid!Moon x Reader (SFW)

*Celestial Sundown by clutterspace

archiveofourown.org/works/48356314/chapters/121962010#workskin

There was something slumped beneath a tree, and you had no idea what it was.

The sunlight shone brighter where it laid, despite the leaves above not differing from any of the other foliage.

It was such a small thing to notice in comparison to everything else, but it brought a small hysterical giggle out past the lump in your throat as it finally clicked in place what you were seeing.

It was a god.

────

You are a peasant living in the middle of the woods, Sun is the god of day you brought back home with you, and Moon is the god of night tucked away in the Celestial Realm.

+*So(u)l by Strawbubbysugar

archiveofourown.org/works/48206098/chapters/121564951

It will take every single sign the universe can throw at you to realize that you are capable of being loved. Specifically, by an animatronic daycare attendant.

Check out @strawbubbysugar on Tumblr for art related to the AU!

[y0lly]

vaguely based on All Around the Mulberry Bush by Chaussette_et_Chaussures. Drew this back when the chapter came out I think? I have a whole bunch o sketches of this story in my sketchbook but i gotta clean em before posting lol. Honestly one of my favorite fics out there cause how off some characters are, horror elements, techy robot lore yup!

[dalishthunder]

WIP Wednesday Thursday

Tagged by the wonderful @totally-not-deacon

I tag... um... hmmm fuck.... I genuinely cannot think of anyone who would really want to do this, the only one I can think of is currently on a sabbatical

I have finally gotten off my ass and begun writing again! What a wonderful thing! Have some All Around the Mulberry Bush teasers

__________________________________________

The lock clicked ominously as you dead-bolted it; Shades already shut, router turned off, unplugged and covered in foil for good measure, phone powered down in the other room. The wireless card removed from your test laptop. You were not taking any chances tonight.

You put the tupperware lid down on the table, pulling your gloves over your wrists with a snap.

“Safety first,” You muttered as you adjusted the straps of your goggles so they were snug against your face.

You’d already gone ahead and installed SystemRescue as your OS on your test laptop just for the occasion. Sure, you may not have been as familiar with Arch Linux systems as you were with Debian or Ubuntu based distros, but nothing else came with such a robust lineup of repair tools preinstalled. And the likelihood that something would infect this PC with malware was incredibly small.

You could do this.

There was nothing to be afraid of.

In fact, Fazbear should be afraid of you.

You adjusted your mask so that it wasn’t fogging up your goggles, and turned your test computer on. You’d already learned your lesson when you’d extracted the drive from the crusty old laptop… there was no way in hell you were letting that thing touch your crappy little coffee table again. Gingerly you placed it on the tupperware lid, plugging it into the cable.

Of course your computer didn’t detect it….

You sighed, pulling up the command terminal.

Well, it was showing up in lsusb….

That was something at least.

Nothing in fdisk or lsblk….

Diligently you tapped away at your keyboard, trying out a few commands.

You reseated the cable a few times, leaving it unplugged as you typed in the command to load the usb storage before you plugged it back in.

“C’mon babygirl….”

You licked your lips as you heard the hard drive whir to life.

You were a goddamn wizard.

It still wasn’t loading, but there was no doubt that the disk was corrupted. So you pulled up TestDisk and began the slow process of recovery.

You created a log, documenting everything you were doing.

Someone had to.

You opened up the drive. Multiple partitions…. More things to go wrong.

No.

More things to go right.

[pumpkinofthedale]

A quick sneak peak of the upcoming chapter of All Around the Mulberry Bush

（〃｀ 3′〃）

It was about 8:30 by the time you'd gotten your dinner and sat down at one of the tables at the daycare. "Sunlight!" No sooner that you opened the container Sun was bouncing over to the table, easily sliding into the seat opposite you. "How are you doing today? I see that you're eating! That's good! Eating is important! Not for me of course, I don't have a functioning mouth or a biological need to eat! But if I did I bet I'd like eating! Do you like eating?"

God he had so much energy. It reminded you of a someone going through a manic episode.

You missed having that kind of energy.

Not you being jealous of a robot again.

"I do like eating actually. Probably my favorite part about being alive honestly." You said in between bites of your burrito. Yes, this was called the Pizzaplex, but their pizza was not that good. You'd die on that hill.

"I wish I could eat! I know Chica can, I wish they'd designed me to be able to eat too," Lamented Sun. He pointed to your burrito, "What do you taste when you eat that?"

"Beans, rice, guac... uhhh...." You trailed off and shrugged.

He nodded as though he understood.

"So like, a bite of this tastes... um... earthy and savory, with a little bit of creaminess from the guac, some tang and spice from the salsa. It's good." You elaborated before biting into it again.

He nodded again, watching you eat with his unsettling blank white gaze.

"So what's going on? How was your day? What's the hot goss? The 411? Spill that tea, friend!" He leaned (more like loomed) over, hands clasped on the table.

"Uh...." Gossip? He wanted gossip? As if you even had anything to gossip about... positive or negative. "The Glamrocks are nice? I see them every other hour."

He gave an attentive "ooo," before reaching over and taking the hand you weren't using to stuff chips into your mouth. It was a little awkward, but he seemed like an incredibly tactile person so you waved it off. "I don't get the opportunity to spend much time with them. I'm glad to hear that you're getting along though!"

"You don't hang out with them after hours?" You said through a mouthful of tortilla.  

"No talking with your mouth full, Sunlight." Chastised Sun without skipping a beat. "But no, they have more important things to do, and I have so many activities to plan, so work keeps me busy busy busy." He let out a soft chuckle.

"I feel that one." You took another bite of your burrito and chewed thoughtfully. "I don't have time to hang out with friends a lot either."

His hand squeezed yours briefly. "But, Starlight, we're hanging out now, aren't we?"

You didn't have the heart to say that that wasn't what you meant.

He was... he was a cool robot, but he wasn't really a full on person person.

"I mean, yeah... we are friends who are hanging out." You replied with your best smile. "But it would be nice to hang out with people outside of work too."

He just stared at you, head cocked to one side, face plate still that uncanny, cheshire cat grin. "If you come in on your days off, we can hang out when you're not on work too!"

[butts-bouncing-on-the-beltway]

So if you're making a food forest, you need to gently noodge the land towards something that looks a little like this

using all edible plants. Or at least all plants that function towards the goal of food production for someone or something within the forest.

Because we intend to make biomes within our food forest for each livestock pasture, tailored to the needs of the animal that lives there, we'll want each biome of the food forest that we rewild to feed either us or the pastured livestock intended to live there.

Take the chicken biome

At it's barest foundations, the chicken biome is centered around the following plants:

Mulberry and weeping mulberry trees, fig trees, yucca, raspberry and blackberry bushes, climbing roses, nasturtium, pumpkin and squash, wormwood, oregano, thyme, lemonbalm, yarrow, comfrey, clover, sage, plantain leaf, rosemary, dandelion, beebalm, echinacea, calendula, turnips, carrots, and beets

While the final ecosystem we cultivate will obviously have far more biological diversity than that, these are the starting blocks of the biome. Functional plants that chickens and humans both love to have easy access to, including some that help us measure the environmental impact of the chickens themselves.

While there will ideally be lots of room to range free during the days, the goal is still to coop the chickens at night, so a recycled wood coop with climbing roses trellised on it, recycled crates for nesting boxes, and hay or wood chip litter. Some chicken friendly puzzles around, a few climbers/perches, and a watering trough hooked up to a rainwater collection system. We want them to lay their eggs in the nesting boxes as often as possible because frankly I don't plan to go egg hunting in the biome or cracking open fertilized eggs that were laid fuck knows how long ago because who knows how long it took me to find them. So obvi we need the chickens to like the coop as much or more than they like the biome lol. And considering the biome will be really nice, this will involve both training and a serious dedication to making that coop a lil chicken heaven.

The form of all these things obviously can not be determined until there is actually specific land to be cooperated with for a variety of fairly philosophically overwhelming reasons. But having the amorpheous theme of what will need to take shape when that day comes is exceptionally helpful to hitting the ground running, so to speak. It lets me build up my ecosystem mentally beforehand so that I can begin as much of that rewilding work as soon as possible and let nature take its course with little nudges and suggestions from me. By far, my preference I think in how to tackle all of this.

And the really cool part for me is going to be seeing it all come to life and getting to cultivate my home into a symbiotic wilds.

[quill-pen]

~Bess' recurring dream since childhood~

This is going to pan out in several different posts, as the dream changes as Bess grows older and I map out and navigate those changes. Probably bonus comfort fluff at the end from both George and Ebenezer, because Bess still suffers this nightmare as an adult. (Though the regularity does lessen drastically over time, thanks to Eb and the life Bess has found with him in London.)

Warnings: It's a nightmare involving loneliness, depression, fear, abandonment, mental, emotional, and verbal abuse, maybe some physical abuse. It's not pretty.

Theme:

How it originally started (and always starts):

Bess is in her favorite summer dress, the pretty, cotton, purple gingham one that Maud had made her. It's a bit too big, as the lady's maid had made it a size or two oversized so that she might wear it longer, but Bess doesn't care. It's soft, it's cool, it's purple, and with the way it billows around her as she runs, the little girl feels like she's flying.

She's running towards a group of children skipping around in a circle, singing and laughing. Bess can't wait to join them; she loves to skip, and she's very good at it. As she approaches the circle, it opens up for her and two children reach out on either side of her, pulling her into the fold. They lock hands and go skipping and giggling as they continue to chant: "All around the mulberry bush the monkey chased the weasel!"

Bess has never felt happier and she laughs out her joy. She's having fun; these children actually like her! They're not side-eyeing her and making snide remarks. They're not making fun of her or pushing her around or pulling her hair. They're not calling her nasty names or gossiping about her loud enough for her to overhear. They're just playing with her, including her, being nice. It feels so wonderful!

Without warning the sunny, cloudless sky above disappears in a brilliant flash of lightning and thunder peels out. When the sky returns, it is shrouded in dark, frightful storm clouds. A hurricane wind rips through, out of nowhere, and the children scream and cry as they scatter. They run in all opposite directions, leaving Bess alone.

Bess watches after them forlornly. She wants to call out to them and ask them to come back, despite the storm: As she opens her mouth to shout, a deafening noise so loud she can't even hear herself think rumbles across the grassy plain. Bess spins around to see a twister, dark, wide as a house, ripping up the earth as it speeds across it. Terrifying. Bess is frozen with horror.

Lightning flashes again, but this time, rather than thunder, there's a voice. A barking, biting, cruel voice; her mother's. "What makes you think those nice little boys and girls want to play with you?" the voice echoes out. "You're nothing but trouble--a rotten girl, bad, corrupting. You bring bad things everywhere you go!"

Bess feels tears in her eyes, on her cheeks. No! she wants to scream back. No, I'm not! I'm not bad--I'm good! I'm nice! "I just want friends!" she finally manages to voice.

"Nobody wants to be friends with you, stupid girl!"

The twister is closer, almost on top of her, and yet Bess remains frozen. She knows she should run--it's her one chance to save herself--but she literally cannot move! Not even a finger. The little girl opens her mouth to cry out for help, but no sound can be heard. And the next thing Bess knows, she's swallowed up by the spout and lifted into the sky, her mother's voice still howling around her about what a bad girl she is. Bess can only curl into a little ball to cry, her wails drowned out by the storm.

Taglist: @rom-e-o @oldmanlusting @the-house-of-auditore-frye @themostanonymousscribbler @christmasgaybusinessmen @purgratoriat @crimson-phantom-designs @beascrooge @darkflamingfire @vixx-ari @orangewierdo @nightmareg420 @sukiderola @simp2537 @witchypandamonium @amaya501st @b4bynikii @sparklesphobia @tenodai @girlbosseveyhammond @neonshoe

[libraryofmoths]

Moth of the Week

Io Moth

Automeris io

The Io moth or peacock moth is in the family Saturniidae. The name Io comes from Greek mythology in which the mortal Io was turned into a cow by Hera for sleeping with Zeus. The eyespots are said to look like the eyes of a cow. The species was first described in 1776 by Johan Christian Fabricius.

Description Males have yellow to orangish yellow body, legs, and forewings with symmetrical brown patterned markings. On the hindwings are large black eyespots with a white center and surrounded by yellow, black, and red orange edges. Also on the hidwings are a large red orange edge on the edge closet to the body. Females have reddish-brown body, legs, and forewings with patterns in varying shades of brown. the hindwings are similar to those of the male but with maroon instead of red orange and a small light brown edge. Some hybridizations have resulted in variations in these hindwing eyespots.

Average wingspan: 75.5 mm (≈3 in)

Males have larger antennae

Females have larger bodies and wings

Diet and Habitat The io moth caterpillars first feed on the eggs they hatch from then their host plants. These host plants are a variety of grasses, herbaceous plants, shrubs, deciduous trees, and conifers. Some of these plants included the mulberry, pin cherry, willow, balsam fir, red maple, bastard indigo, wild indigo, American hornbeam, sugarberry or southern hackberry, button-bush, eastern redbud, showy partridge pea, sweetfern, flowering dogwood, and common hazel. Adults do not feed. This species’s preferred habitats are deciduous forests, thorn scrub, and suburban areas in continental North American. They range from Manitoba to Nova Scotia in Canada and from Montana to Texas and onward over all the eastern states in the United States.

Mating Io moths breed from late May to July, though southern populations may breed earlier and later in the season due to having several broods per seasons as opposed to the north’s single brood. The females emit pheromones to call males as soon as the second night after leaving the cocoon. Males detect female pheromones with their antennae and mating lasts for about 90 minutes staring around 9:45 to 10:30 pm. 3 to 5 days after mating, females lay their eggs in clusters of 20 to 35 on the host plants leave or stems. Eggs hatch after 8 to 11 days.

Average eggs laid: 300

Predators This species is harmed by many species of parasitic flies and wasps and hunted by birds, small mammals, and spiders. In defense, the caterpillars of the io moth have venomous spikes. This venom isn’t fatal to humans, but it does caus acute dermatitis. The adult io moths use their hindwing eyespots to scare off predators by shaking them to imitate a larger animal.

Fun Fact Adult moths are strictly nocturnal and rest on the branches or trucks of trees during the day.

(Source: Wikipedia, University of Florida, Missouri Department of Conservation, Butterflies and Moths of North America, Animal Diversity Web, Adopt and Shop, Kiddle)