#also damn they kept putting that bird in a situation

[totaly-obsessed]

Mini-Moo!

Leah Willamson x reader fic

-> Reader tends to bring home new animals when Leah is gone - what will it be this time?

➳ Masterlist

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Leah and Laura had joined their fellow arsenal teammates in Herzogenaurach, even though they were still in rehab for their torn ACL’s – it was good for team building if everyone was there. 

The blondes favorite part of this particular camp were the meals. Seeing as she couldn’t train with them on the pitch, it was bittersweet to be there, having to watch them, so being together outside of training was the nicest part. 

“You reckon your Zoo will have a new addition?” 

They were having lunch outside as it was a beautiful sunny day. It was Katie who started teasing Leah about her living situation – who else? 

Leah lived in a nice house with a big fenced in garden, together with you. And three cats and two dogs and supposedly wild birds that lived in the birdhouses you had set up but you kept feeding them so they came back and brought squirrels. There were also two tiny lambs in a heated little barn that you had picked up, who needed to be bottle fed. 

“Baby we can’t have lambs!” 

“But Lee he was going to abandon them!” 

But upon seeing your quivering lips, swollen and teary eyes and a soft white lamb in your arms, she gave up. 

How could she say no to that? So she didn’t. Little Mimi and Momo now were gradually moving on to solid foods, instead of being bottle fed. 

It seemed, that every time that Leah left your shared home she came back to more animals. 

“Honestly? Who knows?” The other girls thought it was quite comical, thinking about tall, stoic Leah who came home to her girlfriend and a whole Zoo of animals to cuddle – and she did. 

She gave of the biggest dad energy, not wanting any of the animals you had gotten, but it was Leah who would always take their sides, cuddle them to sleep and feed them treats even though you had already given them some. 

“But I’m gonna put my foot down this time. It’s enough animals at home.” The whole table started laughing, knowing damn well that Leah would never be able to say no to you or soft little animals. 

It was only a couple of days later when the older woman returned home. 

“Baby – I’m home!” As expected there were many excited feet coming her way – none of them human. 

It took her a while to properly greet the cats and dogs, who were longing for scratches only Leah could give. Every time you tried to scratch them how they liked it, you ended up being scared of hurting them, so you decided that you would be the one to give the best pets. 

“Baby? Where are you lovie?” The only thing Leah could hear was her own heartbeat – desperate to find you. While you only had not seen each other for a couple of days, the defender tended to be quite clingy, so she wanted to see you as soon as possible again. 

Upon walking outside, a hoard of animals following her - she saw Mimi and Momo grazing outside. 

“Baby?” And there you were, running out of the little barn. 

“Lee! You’re back!” Careful not to put too much pressure on her healing knee, Leah picked you up in a hug swinging you around a little. 

“I missed you, baby.” You wanted to reply to her, teasing how it only were a couple of days but instead of hearing your voice, she heard a little ‘Moo’ coming from the barn. 

“Do you wanna drink something Lee?” But the blonde didn’t even listen to you, pushing you aside gently. “Come on baby, you’ve had such a long day, lets get to bed yeah?” 

You again jump in her way, trying to redirect her inside again. “Let me see baby.” Now you started to panic, the moos getting louder – with all your might you tried pushing the defender back by her shoulders. 

The older blonde started to get frustrated and went in for a hug. “Awwwhhh, are you cuddly babe?”, you thought she gave up and wanted your worldfamous hugs, so when she pressed your body closer to hers, picking you up, you were surprised. “Ayieeee! Leah! Put me down!” 

With just a couple of steps the two of you stood in the barn, Leah setting you down on your feet again. 

‘Moo!’ 

And there it stood. A fluffy calf, or baby cow as you liked to call them. 

“What is that?” Deep brown button eyes stared her straight into her soul. 

‘Mooo’ 

“That’s Button…” 

“That’s a fucking cow - baby.” She did not look impressed or amused for that matter. 

“No it’s a baby cow, and her name is Button.” 

As always it took a little convincing, but only a few, well spent hours later, the two of you were lying in bed, cuddling. 

“Button is pretty cute – she can stay.” 

And with that your very own Zoo had grown, and Leah had a new baby to fuss about.

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Leahwilliamsonn: Meet Button! Our newest addition to the Williamson Zoo!

katie_mccabe11: What happened to "putting your foot down"?

-> leahwilliamsonn: I don't want to hear it

lottewubbenmoy: Hi Button!

stephcatley: Why is she so cute?

[noroi1000]

Can I ask satosugu with reader who despises bugs and insects like cockroaches? So she wakes up to go to the bathroom only to find a cockroach in there she screamed really loudly and ran out satosugu woke up from how loud the scream is and ask what was wrong and she pointed at the bathroom where the cockroach is, fluff please

Cheeky Bug

SatoSugu x reader

Summary: You are afraid of bugs. And a bug appeared in your house...

"Satoru! Close the door! Insects will come in!" Suguru said louder as Satoru entered the house and started taking off his shoes without closing the door.

He muttered something like a reprimanded child, but reached out with his long arm to close the door.

It was already evening and he came home late from work. You and Suguru were already home while he was just about to enter the house.

After taking off his shoes, he lazily walked over to you, kissing you on the lips as a greeting. And he also did the same with Suguru.

"You look like a wreck..." The dark haired man laughed as he took off his blindfold and threw it on the table.

"Come to sleep..." he murmured, searching for you with his hands as he rested his forehead on his boyfriend's shoulder.

"It's already... Wait a minute. Moment. Eat something first." You said, showing him the plate of food Suguru had made for him.

You understood one thing. Suguru spoils you sometimes.

He will always give you something to eat or give you a bath.

Same as now. He'll feed Satoru and then you'll go to sleep.

Everything was in such a nice atmosphere.

But you had a feeling something was going to be wrong here... that there was something in the house...

That something is about to happen...

"I'm going to the bathroom. I'll be right back." You said as you walked towards the bathroom with a towel in hand.

You turned on the water in the shower. You went in there and wet your body. You drenched your hair with your shampoo, massaging it into your scalp.

You smelled nice. But when you turned off the water, you felt that strange feeling again.

It's nothing dangerous. But you feel like you're about to be scared.

Because at any moment something can come out and show itself to you. Your brain probably means that at any moment it could come out from behind Satoru's door and scare you. Like he always did when you were taking a bath.

He really didn't know how to let you go because he really liked showering with you. He could wash you then and also touch you. Even better when the three of you bathed together.

You got out of the shower in your robe and started drying your hair and combing it so you don't have a bird nest on your head when it dries.

But when you put down the hair dryer, you had the impression that something was walking on the bright floor.

You ignored it at first. It could have been a sock.

But as you kept combing your hair, you suddenly had the feeling that there was something there again.

You looked at the floor next to you.

About a meter away from you was a black blur that moved.

As it approached you and wagged its antennae, you started running away and screaming.

It was so disgusting. It was looking at you with those eyes. Those thin legs... Bleh... Those moving feelers... And worst of all, it was going towards the crowd!

"Suguru! Satoru!" You screamed as you ran away, wanting to scratch the sink as that thing on the floor went back and forth.

Then closer to you.

You ran the other way before it could move.

"Help!" You screamed louder, running the other way as it went there.

Damn worm!

It was so ugly and big!

What was that? Cockroach? Beetle?

You knew something could come into the house when Satoru had the door open!

Also, the worms seem to be teleporting since they can sometimes appear when you least expect it!

"Suguru!"

You heard quick footsteps towards the bathroom, and already saw that this is your salvation from this situation.

You just waited for the door to open and kept staring at that cheeky bug that was walking on the floor coming for you.

You wanted to squeal as it got closer.

And then the door opened quickly.

"What is?! What's going on?!" the dark haired man asked quickly, looking around the bathroom to find you.

Satoru was right behind him.

He jumped on Suguru, climbing over his two-meter form so that the bug wouldn't reach you.

"(y/n)?!"

"Take it away!" You pointed to the insect on the floor.

Suguru wrapped his arms around you as Satoru grabbed the box, enclosing the insect underneath.

It's his fault the bug is here. So he must have grabbed it and thrown it away!

[alphian-hcs]

This probably applies to Riddle and Leona but I figure they both question why Yuu sleeps at their dorms. Then they look at the inside of ramshackle and they kind of shocked at how bad it is. Leona probably questions how Yuu can even sleep on that bed. Ace did offer for Yuu to room with him and deuce in chapter 2 and Yuu does bunk with Leona's dorm in chapter 3.

"Damn bitch, you live like this?"

NOT THE FIRST DRAFT DELETING IN THE FINAL STRETCH- goof thing i used docs lmao, otherwise i would by crying so hard rn-

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Riddle Rosehearts

-Riddle would see you walking into the dorm at night and get so confused. He immediately goes into rule mode, about to tell you off for rule 69 or something, already going to lecture you.

-You only survive due to Trey intercepting in time, stopping Riddle and explaining the situation to him, making the male shocked, but also calm down enough to collect his thoughts. 

-He'll allow it for one night, making sure Ace and Duce dont bother you while you sleep, otherwise it's off with their heads.

- the next day he walks to Crowley's office to have a very serious talk with the narcissistic living soon-to-be fried chicken.

With a loud bang, the doors to the head mage's office burst open, a red haired, red faced male at the door, seething with rage he had held back from the prior night. Crowley is already terrified seeing this, as the young prodigy walks forward, before slamming a paper on the desk, writing on it somewhat messy, as if it was written by a trembling hand, not from sadness or fear, but from anger, due to some spots being darker or bolder than others, the ink somewhat abused into the letters it formed on the paper. "This is a paper for a dorm reassignment. I would like the Ramshackle prefect to stay at Heartslabyul as a student until their dorm is safe to live in. I request that you sign it, or you would have to deal with quite the paparazzi if I were to tell a certain magical influencer of this." The headmage was surprised by this threat, reluctantly signing off on the transfer "Yes yes...we will start on that right away then.." he said, watching as Rose Hearts rolled up the now official paper. "Thank you headmage. I'm glad no heads had to roll today.."

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Leona Kingscholar

-Leona at first is confused, but all around doesn't care. He just finds it a bother to question something he isn't involved with. He just wants to sleep.

-He brushes your visits off until Jack brings it up with him, making a request that Ramshackle Prefect be transferred to Savannahclaw.

-Mans is so confused, like "Why though?" so Jack has to tell Leona of your living conditions.

- Ruggie is already bringing over Leona's wallet as he calls for a repair team, which he would force Crowley to let on campus, or his favorite "Best Headmage" Mug will be a lot more pieces of tiny glass.

Mug in hand, Leona stares into the eyes of the headmage's mask, growling while the headmage panics, calling the ghosts at the gate, telling them to just let the repairman in. Leona soon puts down the mug, watching the bird. "I hope you know I wouldn't normally do this, but that puppy kept getting worried about the prefect and coming to me. If you let this happen again, it'll be your stupid beat getting turned so sand, got that, bird brain?"

[stripedwolf88]

Sometimes i really hate dreams because ya know usually they're fun. However last night's dream was fun (kind of) while it was happening and then it wasn't.

Anyway what was really weird was that I kept having moments where I knew it was a dream. For example, it was my little sister's birthday but she was somehow younger than what she is that was the first indication that I literally thought in my dream. The second one was a couple family members that I and the rest of my household don't speak to were the ones wanting to take my little sister to Peter Piper Pizza that had a damn fair going on. So that was another one. I did yell at them in my dream for some of the drama that went down and that was a bit cathartic but then still not.

Anyway last thing was I had a girlfriend and I said "Ok yeah this is definitely not real. Everything else was in the realm of possibility however this is not and now you're just becoming delusional." But I played along for the sake of the dream.

It got even weirder when my dream made my Mom and Older Sister actually really like my fake girlfriend. And THAT was another major one. They are very um...let's say picky women when it comes to who they deem to be a good human being. My older sister especially. But she was like hugging her and shit and I just...kind of wanted to die a little. (I really can't tell if it was a good kind of wanting to die or not which is more concerning)

Moving on! So apparently I was kind of trash as a fake gf. I would care if she wanted to do any kind of PDA which is just sad if that's what would happen. I'm not great with physical affection with friends and family either and it's something I've been trying to work on. Maybe I'm just scared that that progress would go away in a new situation like that.

Also...even in the dream the fake gf just kind of faded away and like the scene went to like a bird's eye view to show I had been talking to no one the whole. It was weird and I didn't like that. But then I also kind of laughed because yeah haha I was being delusional so...eh.

Sorry for putting this on here. I just needed to talk about it and get it out since it would be a convo I can't really tell anyone in my family right now. Like the whole entirety of it. Certain parts I could bring up but...yeah. And my friends are busy right now. Even then I don't know if they would...get it. Not that anyone here would necessarily but speaking into the void where someone might see is somehow more cathartic than just writing it in my journal. I'm crazy, I know. Just let me be.

[angorwhosebabyisthis]

[cws: psychiatric abuse, torture, homophobia, ableism, sanism, racism, pictures of taxidermy. boy this show is a lot sometimes lmfao]

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so something @thecottageinthedark noticed recently that i'm still fucked up about is that pericles' cage in the asylum isn't actually a bird cage.

it's a bell jar.

for those who don't know what a bell jar is, it's a type of taxidermy display for preserving delicate specimens, most often birds. it's easy for their feathers to get dusty or disintegrate over time if they're left out in the open; a bell jar not only keeps off dirt and keeps people from touching them, but it's made to create a vacuum inside to keep everything where it is.

another layer to this reference is that the book The Bell Jar, by Sylvia Plath, is a retelling of her own experiences with mental illness and the attempts made to treat it at the time. notably, one of the major themes of the book is psychiatric abuse.

pericles is also not only a gay man forcefully committed to an asylum in what is most likely intended to be the 70s, but a very obvious and already horribly handled fantasy metaphor for both physically disabled people and POC. (in particular the talking animals' role in the worldbuilding heavily mirrors Black americans irl, which holy shit there is so much to unpack there all by itself. there is So Much)

(fun little bonus on the side: he's kept in a cell with extremely bright blue/white light 24/7, at an angle where it'd be even more difficult to block it out than if it were overhead. this would make it impossible to get any decent fucking sleep, which is widely recognized as one of the worst forms of torture to exist. they did this to him for 20 years straight.)

so, to recap: gay man and analogue for disabled people/POC, who is also portrayed as an ~evil crazy malicious psychopath,~ is kept in not only a display case for scientific specimens, but one specifically made--in-universe and out--to recreate something that is done to his demographic as a metaphorical disabled person/POC.

and not only that, and not only do people talk about him--in front of him, like he's not even there--as a specimen while gawking at him in this position, but he is being displayed like the stuffed and mounted corpse of a disabled person/POC.

he is said to belong on that display for 'the rest of his miserable [disabled/POC] life.' no one disagrees with this. he's painted as smugly bullying the violent abusive guard. in general he's portrayed as Scary and Evil Now for having been in this situation. and when he escapes, it kicks off what end up being the most heavy-duty problems for the protagonists, which result in the Bad Ending for the nibiru timeline; if he had stayed there, continued to be objectified and tortured with homophobic/racist/ableist violence for the rest of his life, the timeline almost certainly wouldn't have been doomed.

and they used a real person's autobiography about their experiences with psychiatric abuse for this. and to position them in the role of someone it should have not only happened to, but been even more horrifically dehumanizing and cruel.

yeah. i..... yeah.

the creators of this show are genuinely really good at putting together layered references like this, some more obscure than others, which are rewarding to discover and add depth when you do, and it is a crying fucking shame that they like to use it for shit like this. god damn lmao

[stillafanofsonic]

@boombrothersasks felt inspired ~_~

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Shadow couldn't move.

Now that Eclipse had been turned into a toddler (He was furious with Tails for letting this happen) the little darkling needed an afternoon nap. And he wouldn't nap if he wasn't being held. Shadow had found that out the hard way when he tried to put him down and Eclipse started screaming.

So here Shadow was, sitting near the mouth of the cave and staring out into the wilderness, with a baby darkling snuggled up into his chest fur. With one hand covering him, because otherwise Eclipse would start to shiver.

Letting out a sigh, Shadow glared at a passing bird. This whole situation was a mess. But it did give him time to think.

Ever since Black Doom had announced himself, he occasionally haunted Shadow's dreams. Not to tell him anything important, but more like he was seeing what was going on. Last night, it had been enough for Shadow to make contact and his father ran as fast as he could when he heard the news.

It was clear, he wasn't coming back. Except to just stick his nose in, laugh at the situation and then leave without being any help.

Eclipse was never going back to him.

Looking down at his sleeping brother, Shadow knew he'd have to tell him. Not now, because he'd probably cry for a full hour. But it didn't mean that the regular, teenage version of his little brother wouldn't take it any better.

In his mind, Shadow imagined his brother's golden eyes filling with tears, having to face the horrible news that he had been thrown away, that he wasn't wanted anymore.

Shadow felt his chest clench as he realized he was all that Eclipse had anymore. What a cruel and stupid joke was being played on both of them.

But for now, the tiny darkling just slumbered on, peaceful and content. One tiny hand clutched a handful of fur, a smile etched across his muzzle.

How could Shadow tell him? How could he break news so awful and terrible? It wasn't like Eclipse was sitting at the mouth of the cave every morning waiting for him... But... He did think his father was coming back. He trusted that he would.

Curse Black Doom for not being brave enough to actually say it to Eclipse's face. He could only say it in a dreamscape, where he could flee at any moment.

Gently, Shadow reached out with his other hand and stroked the side of Eclipse's face. "He's not coming back..." He mumbled, soft enough so it didn't disturb him. "He doesn't want you anymore."

That was a cruel thing to say... but it was also true. Should he actually tell his brother that when he actually told him? Was it better to say a comforting lie or a hard truth?

Feelings were complicated. This whole situation was complicated. It made Shadow growl, wanting to set Eclipse down and go attack something. But he couldn't. So he continued to sit there.

"But you won't even miss him," Shadow continued, taking care not to raise his voice, even though he wanted to. The emotions running through his body were a current of energy, begging to be released. "We'll be so busy, you'll forget all about him. I promise. You won't even need him anymore."

The hedgehog wasn't sure how he could promise that, but looking down at the little creature sprawled across his chest, it made sense. He might have been a mess himself, but he was going to try, the best he could for his brother.

And for now, that meant making sure he was fed, comforted and kept warm. As much as the little darkling annoyed him, it was what he deserved. As much as Shadow hated to admit it, he knew that much.

And as soon as Eclipse woke up, Shadow was storming over to Tails' workshop to demand to know why a cure for this was taking so damn long.

[karriethemechtech]

[I've got a few from the OC Asks Meme post, if you please!

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Enjoy! -@mechwarrior-rose]

Oh hey there! Almost missed this one, sorry bout that--been a busy day in the shop haha

🟠 - What do I hide about myself from others? ...isn't the point of hiding it that I don't talk? Or maybe I've got it wrong. All joking aside, I'm actually kind of insecure about my whole life situation right now. I feel kind of like I stumbled around in life until I got here, and now somehow I'm leading a kinda-failing mercenary company and generally struggling along. I wonder what my life would've been like if I never joined up with the MAF...not that you heard any of that from me, got it?

🟢- What's a weakness of mine that's really a strength? What's a strength of mine that's really a weakness? You'd be surprised how useful being a stubborn SoB actually helps you with mercenary work. "Do no harm, take no shit" might not work when your line of work is dealing death, but at the end of the day, you're the one with the giant mech, right? Hehe. You'd also be surprised how little being a mechtech helps me being a MechWarrior. More of the opposite; if I get too in my own head about what's going on, all the sorts of minutiae, I stop focusing on the right things, get all flustered...I start making mistakes. I'm lucky to have survived taking a PPC to the cockpit...and I've got the scars to prove it. So yeah; put me down as "distractable."

⚪️- A moment in my life I felt the most vulnerable? Aforementioned PPC to cockpit. I kept going for a little while longer, somehow, but the second shot blew my mech's left leg clean off and I blacked. Woke up in the medbay, surrounded by a bunch of coworkers who I thought were going to be furious with me...not to mention everyone probably having seen me. Medically that is. And they were furious. And not all of them were...lets say the tolerant sort of trans folks like myself. There's a reason I didn't ask to be taken on for a second job with the Dark Wolf Company. ('Course, they went under not too long after--something about salary disputes when the commanding officer died)

🪩- An achievement of mine I feel is worth celebrating? Honestly now that I figured out how old this damn Awesome is, getting it back in working order. And full of clan-spec parts, too. You should see her on the battlefield, not exactly sophisticated but oh man...fun to pilot is an understatement.

Shoot--you and the Old Bird know how to get me talking. I really need to learn how to keep my mouth shut! Thanks for dropping me a comms line, though.

[unethicalmorals]

Looking at the March spawn ratings like my damn life depends on it

Brackens have a spawn rate of 20.92%, so the thing that killed the Thumper could potentially be a very large Bracken, but Brackens don't usually maul their Pray. So unless this Bracken was particularly pissed off at the thumper, it might be crossed off as the potential killer

The thumper could've also potentially been cannibalized! But why would the bigger Thumper take only the head and leave the rest of the body? Also how would it have left a gold ingot? I'll probably cross off another thumper as the killer

Ghost don't typically spawn on March, plus they target people with low sanity levels, and a Thumper is just a weird little animal, no sanity to lose. So, no ghost (I support ghost Robin brutalizing Thumpers though good for her)

Maybe a Coil-Head? They are known for somehow removing people's arms and heads, though the thumper doesn't have a coil in its neck so likely not. Unless the coil-head just decided to leave gold this time for whatever reason

Nutcrakers have a pretty low spawn rate but still higher than a Jester. Though, probably wouldn't remove a Thumpers whole head, unless it was just really mad and kept shooting the thumper until it's head was completely eviscerated, which is a funny visual (What did the Thumper ever do to you Nutcracker?😭)

There can only be 1 Jester in a facility at a time, so unless you intend to ignore spawn counts given the magic of fanfic, I don't think it was a Jester. Unless it was the same Jester currently hunting Rabbit, but I'm pretty sure the Rabbit situation and Bishop/Pink situation are happening at the same time

So far, I think the most likely candidate is a very big, very angry Bracken. But who knows! Maybe a hydrodere absorbed it's head! I'm excited either way‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Anyways V50, yummy, delicious, I have a love-hate relationship with the Butler. On one hand, he's kinda goofy, on the other, he is the only thing in the entire game that genuinely Freaks me out like get the FUCK. AWAY FROM ME IMMEDIATELY. DECREPIT LITTLE FUCKIN THING DEAR GOD-- THE MUSIC DOES NOT HELP‼️‼️‼️‼️

Man-made horrors are fine, sexy even. Put a fuck-ugly puppeted corpse with a knife? Awful, disgusting, I won't sleep for weeks

I think it's mechanics are neat though. It will literally look around a little bit before pulling out it's knife and charging at you😭😭😭 and the fact it just goes back to sweeping if someone else comes by while it's chasing you like okay you little shit fuck off (affectionate) (also extremely derogatory)

Old birds though I love them so much, I want to see the crew chased by one it would be so funny (for me. Absolutely not them. Maybe Pink actually-)

I'd like to think Bishop would be absolutely Giddy to see a bigass robot at first, taking a moment to admire its design. He wants to know how it's inner workings function so bad!!!!! But then it starts shooting missiles at him and playing the crying baby sound and Bishop immediately just "😃😀😦😰 what the fuck"

-Watcher

Hehe, there are so many things that it could be,, I wonder what has the potential to kill a Thumper, especially to eviscerate it in such a way,, 🤭

I love the exploration you've gone into figuring out the March monster,, AAhh!! 😊😉 Your final guess is pretty in line with what my friends have guessed too!! :D

So far the top guesses are; - Bracken - Nutcracker - Me, apparently????

However, we won't get the answer until we finally reach that chapter!! Here's a quick sketch in the meantime ♥ 😌

YESS v50 ‼️‼️‼️ I'M IN LOVE WITH IT GRRR I have a love-hate relationship with the Butler too-- On one hand,, a fucked up little guy filled with hornets!!! 😁 BUT HE IS INCREDIBLY UNNERVING 🥺 (shaking hands with you 😭🤝) I like that you can hear the bugs buzzing inside when you get too close 👀👀👀 ((I DO NOT LIKE THE MUSIC HOWEVER)) When you kill him too it is quite,,, HMM 😬😒😬 ANYWAY--

The Old Birds bring out the robot-fucker in me 😌I love them so much,, I love those clunky ass things,, the single flashlight eye oh my god,,, And they incinerate you completely when they grab you?? 👀👀👀 (I'm sorry)

(Pink needs more enrichment and if the crew are subjected to horrors in the process?? Then so be it. Pink is willing to make that sacrifice~)

Bishop would LOVE to figure out the mechanisms of the Old Birds, he would be all over their inactive forms!! ((He would freak out when it activates and proceed to go through the five stages of grief simultaneously upon hearing those baby crying sounds)) <- Incredibly fucked up thing of the Old Birds to do btw,, who does that,, baby crying sounds while killing you-- ohmygod I love them 🥺

Here's a Pink waving at Rabbit as a bonus, courtesy of Porsha 😌

[writing-in-mermish]

The Elf of the Rose

So in the prettiest rose on the rose tree (I thought they were bushes but, whatever) lives an invisibly small elf (also very pretty though that seems rather unimportant). He lives a pretty charmed life in his pretty rose house in the pretty garden where the rose tree grows.

One day he decides to take a long ass walk on the vein of a leaf to count his steps (man was ahead of his time), but because he is the littlest of guys (invisibly so) and started to late in the day, night hits before he gets half way. Things are cold and the roses are closed, he is having a bad time. But he recalls an arbor with honeysuckle (which cannot close up) and plans to go there to sleep.

On his way he overhears to love birds (humans to be precise) complain the the girl's brother hates her beau and is making him go away for business. The girl is hella dramatic and cries and kisses a rose so hard it opens up before she passes it to her lover.

The elf said to himself

and ventures inside to rest. But this dumb lover's heart is beating so damn hard our littlest guy cannot sleep! Also, he (like his sweetheart) keeps violently mackn’ on this rose.

Judgy brother shows up, lookin’ gloomy and wicked as hell, and fuckin’ stabs the fool to death while he’s kissing the rose. He cuts off his head and buries the body and head under the linden tree (brutal). He conveniently explains that this was his plan all along, because everyone would assume he died or disappeared on his business trip and then his sister would move on (absolutely unhinged behavior).

Bro accidentally brings the littlest guy with him in a dried linden leaf on his hat, who is horrified and angy at this situation. They get to bro’s house early in the morn, which gives him the time to go creepily laugh over his sister (dreaming about her boo) like a freak and accidentally deposit the leaf on the window sill.

Our littlest guy goes to the girl while she sleeps with all his indignation and spills the beans and tells her if she thinks she’s simply dreaming a linden leaf will be on her bed as a sign when she wakes.

She sees and believes and is gut wrenched with no one to talk to. The elf sees the window is open but is too invested to leave, so he parks himself in the monthly rose bush (so this one's a bush, what's the difference?) in the window.

Bro keeps coming by without a glimmer of guilt, so when night rolls around she goes to investigate and finds her lover and considers pulling a Juliet, but instead chooses to take up man’s severed head, clean him off and kiss his dead lips (that’s some gothic ass shit if I’ve ever heard it) and then. Takes. Him. Home. (and some jasmine too)

Then she got a big old pot and hid his head inside and planted said jasmine. The elf felt like this was enough sadness for him and dipped, only to find that his rosebush was withered, leaving him melancholy as hell.

He found a new rose to live in but kept coming back to home girl's room, watching her waste away, seemingly giving her life force to her jasmine plant through her tears and kisses.

Her bro told her not to be so weird, not understanding why she cared so much about this stupid plant (her lovers head was rotting inside).

Our littlest guy takes pity on her sleeping one day and pulls up to talk about more positive things from his life, in hopes of improving her dreams. And it did, as she dreamed of her lover. And the jasmine grieved with her the only way it knew how, by blooming beautifully.

Her bro got weirdly possessive of the plant and stole it to put in his room by his bed (I am both sensing a pattern of concerning behavior and some dark irony here).

The elf decides this is the time to spill the tea to the new flower spirits who say "we already know. We are born of this tea. It came installed." Our boy didn't understand how they could be so calm about it, so he told the gossip to the bees, who responded much more satisfyingly by telling their queen, who decided the proper response was to murder the lout.

But before they could, gothic girly dies and that night the jasmine spirits armed with poison go to whisper nightmares in the murderers ears and stab his mouth with poison, claiming their revenge for the dead.

Our littlest guy, the queen bee, and bee army rush over the next morning, only to find people hanging around claiming the scent of the jasmine killed him (oddly not that far off). The elf figures out what happened and explaines to the queen, who instructs her army to tend to the plant.

The humans, not understanding, want to get rid of the bees and have some poor sap remove the plant, which inspires one bee to sting, causing the man to drop the pot and reveal the lover's skull, which in turn reveals the murder to all.

The bees rejoiced and sang of the flowers and the elf for taking revenge and uncovering a murderous plot.

TLDR: an invisible flower elf uncovers a murder of a girl's lover by her brother. He gives her the deets to find his body, retrieve his head, and bring it home to plant jasmine on top of.

She is sad, her brother's mad and steals her bloomed pot of jasmine away. Elf spills the tea to the flowers (who already be knowing) and then bees, who want to murder.

Sister dies, flowers take revenge, bees and elf come by and see some people at the aftermath. Bees sting some dude for removing flowers, revealing skull which tips humans off to the plot, bees rejoice and praise the jasmine and elf for their good deeds.

[magpiecaranthir]

What is the dumbest/worst injury Tinwe and her siblings have gotten in the 4th age?

OH OK GET READY BESTIE, I'm even giving you whether it was a dumb or serious injury. It's a long one, so everything is under the cut lol

Maedhros – dumb injury – I can see him go unscathed through the whole embodiment business. BUT THEN he gets curious of Bilbo and frodo and Samwise because what the fuck is a hobbit? He goes to their smial (yes they have a hobbit size smial in Aman. They like feeling at home ok?) And maedhros, our poor tall boy, smacks his head inside on a cross beam so hard he gets a cut on his forehead.

Maglor – dumb injury – he's restringing a harp for the fist time again, but pulls the strings too tight. One snaps and hits his eye and cheek. Claims to be blind, but all he's got is a watery eye and a red mark for a few hours. Bestest boy who tries not to accidentally kills himself after surviving into the 2nd age.

Celegorm – dumb&serious injury – After being reembodied he kept away from the forests for a while, but then he goes out to try hunting for the first time again. Curufin accompanies him (bc they refused to be returned without the other). But celegorm's reflexes are still a bit wonky, and so he accidentally shoots curufin instead of some rabbit. Curufin throws a stone at him and hits him in the head, leading to a small wound but big bruise. It's not as bad as it looks.

Caranthir – dumb injury – after embodiment he's got some issues with dexterity which is not ideal for embroidery, right? He stabs himself with needles so often his fingertips are constantly adorned with little pinpricks. One time he let's a needle fall from these very dexterity troubles and accidentally steps on it. tinwe has to get it out of his foot.

Ranyatinwë – serious injury – she's got these random hand tremors bc she never went through Mandos so those didn't go away, right? Either she tries to ignore them (as she's wont to) and does some cooking and slices off the first knuckle of her finger (it does get re-attached and heals again); OR she is painting something and falls a few feet off a platform she's using to get the upper parts of her painting done. Bruises aplenty for that one.

Curufin – serious injury – the aforementioned arrow shot by Celegorm. He's mad af at Celegorm bc never in his entire fucking life as Celegorm ever missed a shot, but now he misfires? Bullshit. He makes Celegorm take him to a healer and explain the situation without making it sound like some kind of kinslaying lol. It only hit his shoulder or upper arm, but damn that bitch hurt.

Amrod – dumb&serious injury – falls down a tree. That's it. I hc him as the more skittish twin after embodiment, so he hid in random trees. But since the bending of the world, aman got a whole slew of new animals, including bird species. One of them hides in the same tree and the new noise so close to his head startled Amrod, and he just. Flops down to the ground. Breaks an ankle, but it's an open break, so ouchie

Amras – dumb injury – burns himself with tea. He's also got dexterity issues after getting out of Mandos, and he kinda forgot how heavy a full mug is. Paired with being distracted by something (totally not tinwe's baby) the mug just falls straight into his lap and gives him some light burns bc my god that tea was fucking hot.

Bonus: fëanor – super fucking stupid injury – falls down the stairs bc he's babysitting and got upstairs for a moment. Baby cries, feanor runs but wears only socks, and slips down hald the staircase. Bumps and bruises Nerdanel has to put ointment on.

[sigmadolos]

@lunargifted​ said: how he feels about the other decay of angels members

headcanons! request your headcanon topics!

*rubs hands together* alright, some of this is probably repeative to some but here we go! Sigma and the other angels! This is going to get long probably.

FYODOR - Everyone’s probably quite aware of this one from my blog honestly. Fyodor sits unchallenged as the one he favors the most above all others. Sigma thinks very positively of our favorite rat for the most part. You have to understand. Fyodor was the first person to treat Sigma LIKE a person. The first person who kept his word to Sigma. He didn’t demand anything of Sigma, but offered him a genuine deal that he ultimately upheld. He even told Sigma to run away if the Hunting Dogs came. Of course, we know Sigma didn’t, but the fact he told Sigma to get himself out of that situation, to save his own life over the casino or the plot, speaks a lot to Sigma. Of course Sigma and Fyodor were both well aware Sigma wouldn’t abandon his home, but the fact remains that the chance to flee without shame was offered. 

Also for my portrayal, Sigma stayed with Fyodor and Nikolai for a while after his escape to freedom, after Fyodor found him in the desert. Both of them really helped to draw him out of his shell and find his own footing. He was nervous around Fyodor at first, he was hard to read unlike the people who trafficked or used him, but he began to enjoy talks with him and really enjoyed listening to him play music and grew more comfortable over time. He still has a deep desire to want to please Fyodor, because in his own mind, he can never fully express his gratitude to Fyodor. For saving him, for giving him a home, for treating him like a person for the first time in his life. It’s a lifelong thing for him. And as such, he had an extremely high loyalty towards Fyodor, even above the loyalty to the Decay of Angels. One of the hands of God you might say. It’s why he could reveal the location of the page. That is against the plan of the Decay of Angels, but it isn’t a direct betrayal against Fyodor. 

Now with that confidence and growth, Sigma also sometimes gets exasperated when Fyodor neglects proper care for himself, like sleeping or eating properly (even if Sigma is just as bad sometimes). So he’ll often intervene and care for or make sure he is cared for.  And Sigma can scold him for biting his thumbs, but it really does all come from a deep source of caring. 

As for current events........I’ll see how it concludes to decide. As I said, Sigma’s main verse will always be DoA-focused. So it might end up becoming something for a different verse. On one hand he understands it in that Dazai is Fyodor’s enemy and Fyodor probably made these plans without expecting Sigma (since Sigma wasn’t even supposed to be in the Muersault arc) but also...aLSO HE’S NOT A FAN OF ALMOST BEING KILLED MULTIPLE WAYS THANKS.

NIKOLAI - Nikolai is probably the most COMPLICATED out of them all for Sigma. He has a lot of mixed feelings towards him. He is thankful, and he also wants to strangle the damn clown. FHGDJFGASDG. In all seriousness though, Nikolai is hard. Sigma definitely can be put on edge because of Nikolai’s behaviors and extremism in sadistic / grotesque streak for violence and he keeps some guard up because of that, and will express distaste for Nikolai’s tastes sometimes.

BUT at the same time, his loud and eccentric nature also was very helpful when Sigma was first saved. He was often called “Little bird / little birdie “ by Nikolai at the beginning and Nikolai more or less forced Sigma into the spotlight and to interact rather than retreat to the background or Fyodor’s side. As overwhelming as it was at first, it really was essential to helping him find his own voice and footing. For that, Sigma is thankful and does have a fond streak for him. They have good moments sometimes, like braiding each others hair or occasional talks or a nice distraction from work.

At the same time, Nikolai is a MENACE for the casino and sometimes Sigma wants to strangle him for the chaos he causes. (Fun fact, Sigma makes puzzles or treasure hunts in advance for when Nikolaii shows up just to keep the clown entertained for a little while). He can get frustrated and exhausted from his energy and antics. It’s exasperating and can provoke a bit more of Sigma showing his teeth and reminding Nikolai that the casino is his place. But it’s never truly anger, and Sigma really does have some fond memories of times with Nikolai or Nikolai and Fyodor.

Same thing as above with the whole current arc but THIS headcanon post of mine is essentially entirely focused towards Sigma’s feelings towards Nikolai.

BRAM - Now here is where things get really dicey because we really don’t have any idea canon wise how much Bram is known outside of Fukuchi in terms of actually interacting with the other members. So to me, Sigma doesn’t know about Bram or only knows about him in name but either hasn’t met him, or hasn’t interacted enough for him to have an opinion. Given, however, that Fukuchi only pulls him out to use him, i doubt Sigma has ever met Bram.

However he would feel bad for Bram and absolutely disgusted towards Fukuchi if/when he knows. Sigma would HATE that situation, given his own history in being trafficked and used and abused. Knowing that is happening to Bram, regardless of the vampire aspect, regardless of if it bothers Bram, would make him extremely angry and upset. He wouldn’t want that for Bram. He’d let him sleep if thats what he wanted, he wouldn’t force Bram to be involved in the world, but he wouldn’t want Bram being treated as a mere TOOL like Sigma was (and how he tends to always feel even if he hides it these days).

FUKUCHI - As I said above, Sigma’s feeling would be EXTREMELY NEGATIVE towards Fukuchi if he knew of Bram. But I doubt Sigma does, or at least only knows Bram as an elusive fifth figure whom he hasn’t actually met (and doesn’t realize he’s little more than a head and torso). So for now, he’s safe from Sigma potentially deciding to get his gun & knife out.

I don’t think Sigma has any particular care towards him. He definitely is IMPRESSED by the feats he has under his belt, but little interest outside of that. He’s loud and not in the same way Nikolai is, more in a way closer to when his captors would raise their voices, and it can cause him to stiffen or get more irritable when he gets too loud. And Sigma probably ends up having to take care of him when he gets drunk, which doesn’t do him favors. At the end of the day, Sigma has no loyalty to him, but he will likely listen given Fukuchi’s experience in combat and such situations. 

[datschaos]

Little-Big Blessings: Baby Bird Rescue

I have no photos to show, I'm afraid, because my hands were terribly busy taking care of the wee one.

I wanted to share a wholesome heart-warming story, of what my family ended up spending our evening doing yesterday.

(very long story below the cut. The TL;DR: we saved a featherless baby bird in a fallen nest, and they were reunited successfully with their birdie parents <3)

We have a bird's nest on our front step, underneath the alcove, and though we knew there was a bird utilizing the nest to sleep in at night, we'd thought they had abandoned the nest for the raising of young (we found blue robin eggs shattered on the ground, and wondered if a squirrel had snatched them for a snack-- I think, in hindsight, perhaps they were duds rejected by the parents) Yesterday, I opened the door to discover the nest had been toppled over onto the concrete step, and was heartbroken to find two hatchlings, featherless, who had already passed. I was maybe a few minutes too late to save one of them, and I got all my stuff ready to do a little burial and clean up.

Then I turned the nest over, and found one survivor huddled up. The oldest hatchling, this little chick I've come to call Baby had pin feathers just coming in, and was still breathing though their temperature was dangerously low. Gloves already acquired for handling their late nest-mates, I changed gears and scooped the little guy up, got the nest in my other hand, and proceeded to wobble my way to the garage to ask for help from my family because oh snap oh snap baby hurt baby cold baby need halp Sadly, the rehab center for wildlife was closed, and wouldn't be open until the next day; we were on our own, and this little dude needed help asap. The first thing was to get the chick warmth, which we accomplished through a very panicked plan-A-B-C cycle of me having my mom's partner (we'll call him MP) go and dig out my quail supplies with an incubator I'd just built.

Silly me, I forgot I hadn't actually bought a dang lightbulb for the stupid thing yet, so that idea was immediately canned. The baby bird was kept in my hands to keep them warm while we panic-scrambled for supplies. MP went to go prepare a glass tupperware container filled with hot water from the kettle, plus some thick hand towels, so we could get them a better heat source ASAP while we figured out our more permanent solution.

As all this is going on and my mom and MP are being badass awesome caring soft-hearted people with wills of star steel, the little baby bird was being a big trooper; huddled up small to conserve body heat, and putting up with me using one of my softest paint brushes to sweep little mites off, because bugs had found the little guy while he was stuck on the ground. There were so many of them, I ended up taking a risk and using a touch of food-grade diatomaceous earth to help get them off / keep them off, and the poor little dude went from utterly miserable to sleeping more comfortably.

(The risk with DE is it's not good for the respiratory system if inhaled, of which birds are particularly vulnerable and sensitive, and there's concerns its abbrassive texture could cause irritation on sensitive oil glands and interrupt bird preening processes. I did my absolute best to get that little guy dusted off and kept it off his face; for the situation, it felt worth the possible risks, and it was done with exceptional care and patience. It was that, or let the mites keep crawling inside his nose and ears and fuck it all I waged WAR and SIEGE upon those tiny fucks. EAT PAINTBRUSH FLICKS, MITES. They finally stopped appearing and baby stopped wiggling in discomfort and finally relaxed, so I am tentatively hopeful we made the right choice)

I also may or may not have liberally panic-hand-rubbed myself down in the DE to make damn sure I didn't carry any of the mites to my own birds or get them on m e. (ew ew ew ew ew ew ew ew)

Finally-- Baby bird was warmed and comfortable enough, that we got a little yellow mouth going wide open for "FEED ME I AM DESPERATELY HUNGRY" and I took that as a very, very good sign-- its always a big red flag if the patient ain't got an appetite, but especially the little bottomless pits who need to eat every 15-20 minutes. They hit dehydration and energy drained fatigue real fast.

Sadly, I had no emergency food prepped for the little dude, as we were still in the process of "GET A SAFE HEAT SOURCE" and "holy shit gtfo bugs leave baby bird ALOOOONE" and time was ticking. Maybe... eight minutes had passed. It felt like f o r e v e r with that tiny, fragile heartbeat and quick breathing in my palm.

While MP was getting the hot water situation set up and I waged war on insects as tiny as the ends of hair, my mom was busy engineering how to fix and re-attach the nest, because we all collectively decided that since the nestling was older, stronger, and doing well all things considered, and momma/dad bird were pretty dang used to us, we would try to re-attach the nest and see if they'd come back to their last remaining nestling. If they were willing to pick up on care of their baby right where they'd left off, that was all-around the idealmost outcome.

At last, everything came together. My mom had prepped an epic little nest (she happened to have some leather straps with pre-punched holes handy, and used those to make a reinforced bucket support and secure cotton cord to to lash everything together all nice and strong-like. Ain't nobody moving this nest without trying to!) that we lined with, for lack of more appropriate materials, fresh very fine, soft grass and some dried soft plant matter from local native grasses. I'm sure Mama Bird is not impressed with our nest making skills, but we did our best under the circumstances.

I will note-- while the baby bird was enjoying his heat source, and we were all scrambling to prep the nest for re-attachment, I was fretting the entire time between brushing more mites off the baby as they appeared and checking the chick's temperature and the surface of the towel they were on *constantly* because it's so easy for them to overheat; and I was using a hot water heat source, not a fancy thermostat-controlled heat source. It was good I was, because the chick did get too warm at one point (there's a distinct difference in birds panting and birds opening their mouths going "FEED MEEEEE") and I shifted him a bit further from the warmth and then eventually, had him back in my hand to keep warm. (Not what I would recommend under ideal circumstances, but yep, that's exactly what I did because it was that or watch the little dude suffer and I chose comfort. That little yawn and head scrunch cuddle was worth it).

Baby bird did eventually warm up enough to have the strength to ask for and accept some R.O. water (my favorite feature in this entire got danged house as far as functionalities go, I love that stupid little useful filter thing. So do my plants and the betta fishy we adopted)

Finally, nest was ready, and I was feeling confident the baby bird would be strong enough to be able to hold out for their parents to come back; they'd taken some water, they'd gotten enough strength to ask for food, and they'd had the strength and energy enough to complain and curl themselves up into a prefered position for snuggles in their towel nest once I was able to settle them in that again. So, up we went! MP got the newly refurbished nest re-attached to the light fixture it was built upon, (A motion activated one... which Momma Robin LOVES because it tells her any time someone comes close to her nesting area at night. Girl literally got built-in security to her nest it's epic.), and baby bird settled into it (with much silent complaining). My biggest worry was a lack of any vocalizations and how tired the chick still was, but they were warmed back up from their time in the shade on the cold concrete, and the weather was very warm outside.

Baby delivered, nest restored, we all wandered off to give Momma bird space. I brought my phone into my car on the driveway and got comfy with fanfic to read, and waited. After a google I got the recommendation to wait ~1 hour for Momma Bird to come back

Half an hour came and went. I kept obsessively glancing over and also checking the temperature on the weather to make sure the temp-drop was still predicted to come much later that night, and figured out the baby would be able to likely survive comfortably enough (aside from being very weak from needed food/hydration) for up to two hours temperature wise outside. (according to le mighty google, 75 degrees for a chick with pinfeathers, which this little dude has, was the golden temp, and we were in the high 70's to low 80's)

Thirty eight minutes come and go. I'm starting to get fidgety and planning out how the heck I'm going to keep a baby bird warm in my garage overnight (I absolutely cannot bring them into the house-- I have parrots, so transfer of disease or bugs or anything was not a risk I was willing to take either for my babies or for this baby, it was hard enough I was handling them at all. thank goodness for gloves!) and feeding them and and and

Which I've done before; and thusly, I knew exactly how hard it is to stay on the schedule of replacing momma bird to feed a hungry tiny belly every 20-40 minutes when the chick demands food, and they still need noms through the night, though far less (with Chippers, I think he let me sleep ~2 hours before going PEEP PEEP PEEP FEED ME I HUNGI)

And then, the most glorious sight, and my heart felt overwarm and then i had a fucking TOTAL PANIC OF OH GOD PLS NO PLS PLS P LS PLS because Momma Bird (I assume momma bird based on behavior and the fact this bird is the one who took over sitting down on the nestling while the other flew off for food, then returned with said food) flew to the nest after 48 minutes of baby bird being alone in th enest, and she just.

She just STOOD there, man. Straight legged, all her feathers flat, standing up as tall as possible and craning her head down to stare like a statue into that renovated mess of a nest. And all I could think was oh god pls tell me the baby is still alive and we didn't just have her come home to a passed nestling.

She stayed like that for a solid 30-40 seconds, and then she finally moved, creeping around the nest and plucking at the grass blades we'd added, checking everything over, inspecting her baby. Daddy bird came nest, and the two twittered at each other and bounced around, both their heads vanished into the nest to nudge the baby.

Then I saw that little head pop up and a yellow beak open, and dad (or mom? I admit, I haven't taken the time to google which feeds the baby, so I am guesstimating based on experience with other bird species, so don't quote me on this heh) promptly hacked some food up for the nestling, then flew off. Came back, flew off again, and away he stayed while mom got settled down on the nest.

I stayed in my car for probably another ~20 minutes, just to make sure I didn't immediately scare the parents away after they'd only just reunited with their chick. Checked again this morning, and a little head came poking up over the nest; Baby bird made the night, and fate willing, is gonna be just fine with their parents taking care of them.

\o/ I'm just so dang heart-warmed and filled with gratitude for my family. That'd have been incredibly difficult if not impossible for me to do on my own, because I couldn't go inside the house and risk contamination touching things to get supplies for the baby (also, having my hands full with a cold baby who was surviving on the blessed fortune of my hands deciding that for ONCE they are gonna be warm not ice cubes today, thank you spirits and whoever else I need to thank for that one), and I was toast. I was real dizzy and not feeling great that day, so even what little I did do was exhausting. My family was toast, too, having just gotten home from a business trip.

So, big thanks to them, and just. Yeah. I dunno, the message I took away from all that was the things you do in life do matter. I coulda just walked away from the baby nest or put it up and stuffed the baby in and said "gl i guess' or done what some people do and throw everything into the trash can whether there's still living nestlings or not (I cannot believe this is a thing people do this I'm horrified).

Seeing the parents reuinite with their chick and the twittering and body language they displayed as they got settled and looked their baby over, that was worth all the second-guessing and self-doubt and forced-thinking-through-panic.

[radiatinggarlic]

2022 year in review-garden

This year's gardening efforts were mostly rubbish but there were a handful of highlights that keep me moivated on figuring out this thing called gardening. A late frost/cold snap zapped the Mexican Plum blossoms, killing any chance of fall jelly expermentation. Also, no early food source for the local pollinators(primarily bees and moths in years past)

After 4 years(or is it 3?) the Carolina Jessamine gave us its first and only blooms. We're gonna get there baby! Next March, we'll get 5!

And looping back to the Plum tree situation, there was a delay of the spring wildflowers this year and the bees were h0ngry, so I fed a smol swarm for roughly a week until the wildflowers finally showed up. No small feat, as I am v scared of stinging insects, but I am a sucker for a charity case so I couldn't just let them continue to struggle with the hummingbird feeders.

Gave up the good fight on forcing back the Heavenly Bamboo, in order to make a bird, bee, and butterfly garden in the middle of the backyard. Transplanted the Sweet Williams and Butterfly Bush to the house beds until the H.B. can be properly erradicated. Got some random annuals to fill in the vast empty bed spaces, honorable mentions for the Snapdragon and Dusty Miller who both just THRIVED. C got 2 zucchini plants for me and a jalapeño for himself, also placed in the house beds. I planted basil as well as having a go at a potted tomato. There was a whim purchase of 3 $10 rosebushes, two in the front bed (to replace the two that had died) and one by the back patio. Things were looking promising at the end of March/beginning of April.

Mid-April brought the Antelope-horn Milkweed back along with some new friends. There were eight total Monarch caterpillars who Eric Carle-ed their way through our humble milkweed before pupating all over the place.

Under a zucchini leaf was my personal fave pupation spot.

And then they emerged and did their butterfly thing. Backyard magic!

The Star Jasmine also gave us its first flowers after 3 or 4 years(planted the same day as the Carolina Jessamine).

Come June 1st, I harvested the first zucchini and I was ready for it. I love growing zukes. They are so damn hardy and it's a plant I've never had issues growing. I regularly have to shred and freeze my harvests because I can't keep up consuming them. I really love zucchini.

And then... the heat came. 100 degrees. Daily. For months. And yes, it's Texas. There is an expectation of hot, hot temps and little to no rainfall and watering with a hose here does nothing because the water is dreck. And so, the zucchini plants withered and died. The butterfly bush became crunchy, which I am still seeking to understand. C bought me another butterfly bush to cheer me up, and it also crunchified. I am hoping that they may return come the spring, though. Most of the annuals shriveled, withered, and passed. The rose bush by the patio kicked it. The Plum tree's leaves burned. C's jalapeño just kind of hung out, no flowers, no fruit, grew to 2.5 feet.

Looking back, I'm going to say the single most frustrating plant this year was the tomato. C kept undermining the way I was caring for it, watering and fertilizing after I had already done so. Moving it so that it could get "more sun". It didn't need more sun... anyway, this fucking tomato grew taller than me (5'6") and made a handful of flowers and didn't do much else. At some point, mid-July I think, the receptionist at my veterinarian's office mentioned an old wive's tale of getting a broom and(gently) smacking the top of the tomato plant, in order for it to start producing fruit. When I got home I said, "fuck it, why not?" And I'll be damned if it didn't start fruiting.

and that's it. The tomato harvest for 2022. As it turns out, tomatoes won't fruit if it's too hot, so a whole lot of unecessary labor and couple bickering for naught.

The basil put everything to shame by just g r o w i n g. I truly thought I was going to be struggling with this dude but it just kept chugging along, busting out branch after branch of delicious leaves. And I was checking on it everyday at sunrise to make sure there are no flowers because I have a habit of letting things bolt, and also, you know, everything else was deadsies. Frankly, if we hadn't received an early cold snap last month I think basil would still be rolling merrily along. I'm really hoping that it survives the winter and comes back.

Finally, the established fruit and nut trees and bushes suffered hard through the drought and heat. The dewberries burned and shriveled. The peaches looked okay at first but then stalled midway through growing. Come harvest time they were still small and green. Eventually, in August, they dropped and the local opposums and maybe the armadillos ate all but the pits. The figs seemed fine until it came time for the fruit to do their final plump out and instead shrank back and dropped to the ground. Another disappointment, as I wanted to experiment with making fig crumbles. The drought caused the pecan trees to opt out of producing any nuts this year. C impulse bought 3 trees for the "orchard"("they were on sale!"), so we added a banana tree that you can't even tell was planted, a loquat with shriveled crunchy leaves because they hate heat over 80, and another fig that looked lovely but once transplanted went into shock and dropped it's leaves.

Other work done: Chopped down Heavenly Bamboo in front bed. Fought to pull out as much of the root ball as possible (not much) and put down cardboard and landscape fabric in a bid to stop it from coming back. I'm mostly winning? I've had to go back in and remove some persistent spots and am due to do that again, actually. I also put down cardboard and a thick layer of leaf litter in the crape myrtle bed. Once I buy and put out some soil I will plop some landscape fabric on top, let that bitch percolate, and then (hopefully) next fall cram it full of bulbs and ferns. It's a nice bed but I much rather spend time in my backyard, than the front, so a set it and forget it bed would be preferable. I'm also going to try and bring back

[pcktknife]

the way I still call the clock from dhmis tony.... irreparable damage

[versadies]

heyoo may i get an almond tofu, w matsutake meat rolls and for the side sakura mochi. and could i get some mustard for my matsutake aswell? also may i get a glass of dango milk

will we ever learn? – xiao x gn!reader

‿୨♡୧‿︵ BON APETIT MY FELLOW CUSTOMER ! ︵‿୨♡୧‿

name of order. WILL WE EVER LEARN?

date. xiao (w/ gn!reader)

receipt. almond tofu (xiao), matsutake meat rolls (kidnapped), sakura mochi (angst), dango milk (normal au), mustard (drabble)

spices. major character death (reader), xiao went crazy, mentions of blood, ooc, spoilers to xiao's lore, spoilers to liyue archon quest act 1-3, angst/no-comfort, mentions of kidnapping, mentions of violence

ingredients. in which the last yaksha has finally surrendered to his karmic death.

vip list. @scaraslover @saving-for-xiao @dawgimsohot @kazu-topia @aqualesha @renamichii @hoshikistarlight @serami00 @chiruru @shenhesl0ver

chef's note. hope you enjoy the angst comrade muaahahahahahahha

in all of xiao’s years spent with the love of his life, he has never been this.. worried about you.

who could blame him? you have never come to him so late, let alone not telling him that you’ll be late from your letter that your bird would send to the yaksha.

it didn’t help that he’s been feeling as if something’s wrong despite the peaceful surroundings he’s in. it’s like his guts are telling him that there’s something wrong–

and it’s involved with you.

xiao glances behind him for a moment, hesitating whether or not he should go out and find you. surely you’re just busy from your piled up work in the qixing, right..?

he suddenly remembers your rant from the other day.

“i don’t get why the tianquan assigned me to go deal with the fatui,” you whined. “but i guess it’s better than being stuck on paperwork, at least it’ll be easier for me to finish the job and get to you faster.”

don’t tell me… xiao thought, putting his mask on immediately before jumping on top of the balcony rails with his spear. don’t tell me those fatui scums did something to you..

“don’t push yourself too hard just to see me,” xiao responds, looking at you with a frown. “if you ever need help, you can always call me and i’ll be–”

“here, yeah yeah,” you chuckled, looking away from his gaze. “i can say the same to you though. if you ever get worried about me, you can call me and i’ll be here too.”

“y/n,” he calls out, waiting to see the familiar sound of your magic. “please.. call me..”

silence.

…damn it, he'll find you.

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in all of zhongli’s years spent with the last yaksha, he has never seen xiao look so… restless.

he was just taking yet another leisure stroll during his free time from the wangsheng funeral parlor when he suddenly encounters a panicked paimon and a worried aether, who immediately clutches onto the consultant as though he’ll go away if he lets go.

“mister zhongli…” aether pants, exhausted from the spree he and paimon did. “thank goodness we found you.. we.. we need your help–”

“xiao is losing it!” paimon interrupts, obviously stressed from the situation. “we kept seeing him everywhere around liyue like crazy! he looked like he was going to kill us if we tried to go anywhere closer to him!”

the man furrows his eyebrows. surely they must’ve mistaken the yaksha’s hunting as–

aether immediately tries to compose himself, still panting. “and he’s been calling y/n.. who is y/n?”

zhongli’s eyes widened. oh gods.

“...take me to where you have last seen xiao.”

hence how the retired archon finds himself in jueyun karst in front of.. what seems to be xiao, who’s now covered in hilichurl blood and reeks of karmic debt as he wears his mask.

“mora– i mean, zhongli?” xiao calls out, his voice deeper and dark. “have.. have you come here to help me find y/n? the damned fatui must have taken them host-”

zhongli takes one step forward towards the yaksha. “xiao.. do you know what date it is?”

the adeptus continues to stare at zhongli and the traveler, who stands behind the consultant cautiously with worried glances, before he answers with a huff. “november 11… i must look for y/n, the fatui will do something bad if i don’t make i–”

“you know that’s not the truth, xiao.” the brown-haired man interrupts, standing still. “it’s been one year, xiao. please.. don’t do this–”

“˙zhongli.. what are you talking about?” xiao asks, removing his mask instantly to see zhongli clearly. “surely.. faking your death hasn’t changed your mind. it’s november 11–”

“xiao,” zhongli calls, this time his voice is stern and no longer gentle. “don’t yield to your karmic debt. y/n is gone, they wouldn’t want you to hurt yourself like this.”

the words that came out from the retired archon’s mouth instantly made xiao freeze.

“...y/n… is gone?” he repeats slowly, his voice returning back to normal unlike his current appearance. “what.. what do you mean–”

“y/n has been dead for a year, xiao.” zhongli explains and starts to walk towards the shocked yaksha. “today’s their death anniversary. you need to–”

“NO!”

aether immediately took a step backward in surprise, not expecting xiao to outburst – in front of zhongli nonetheless – as paimon hides behind the traveler in fear.

xiao immediately composes himself, regretting that he just made an outburst in front of the man who saved his life ages ago as he feels his shoulders start to shake, slowly remembering what happened that day when you disappeared.

even after the exhausting fight, xiao remains standing tall unlike the fatui, who are all on the ground injured from the yaksha’s wrath. it took at least two days before xiao finally found you being held captive by the fatui, who did everything xiao feared to you.

as soon as he sees your tied-up and unconscious state, he didn’t hesitate to head towards you and check on you worriedly.

“...y/n,” he calls, trying to untie the ropes that’s tied around your body.

“...xiao?” you softly called out, causing the adeptus to sigh in relief. thank goodness you’re okay–

is that… blood on your mouth?

before xiao could say anything, you interrupted him. “i’m… i’m sorry.. i-i went reckless and didn’t notice their trap.” you spoke, voice hoarse and broken. “i should’ve known they were going to kidnap me. i should’ve been–”

“i’ll take you to the pharmacy. don’t apologize.” he sternly said, placing his arms around your body. he doesn’t understand, why are you apologizing even when you’re in such a painful state?

before he could instantly teleport you away, you immediately tried to push him away, shaking your head profusely. “don–don’t. i don’t think i’ll make it anyway.”

he furrowed his eyebrows. “don’t say that. you’ll make it if you could let me–”

“i love you… you know that right?” you interrupted once more, mustering up a smile as you looked up at his blood-stained face.

dejectedly, xiao slowly puts your upper body on his arms, staring down at you with a worried glance as he tries to ignore the wet patch on your abdomen. he knows you long enough to know that you won’t let him take you back to the bubu pharmacy with that stubborn mind of yours, and he has lived long enough to know when someone’s in death’s door.

you weakly reach out to his face, and he instantly leans his forehead against yours in order for you to not strain yourself from moving. “i’m here, y/n.” he whispered.

“my strong yaksha,” you called, laughing weakly as you close your eyes. “i’m glad i get to see you after all this time.”

he holds onto you tighter but not enough to make you feel suffocated, closing his eyes as well as he listens to your breathing. “please.. don’t leave me.”

“i won’t leave you,” five.

“i should’ve been here faster.” four.

“you… did.. hat you can… xiao.” three.

“i don’t know what to do without you.” two.

“..live.” one.

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silence has never been so loud until now, xiao realizes as he opens his eyes.

his heart races in anticipation. why aren’t you moving?

“y/n…?”

it soon dawns on xiao moments later when he places his two fingers on your neck and can't feel any pulse from you that you won’t wake up any time soon, causing his heart to drop.

…why did it have to be you?

the yaksha’s shoulders slumps, staring down at your closed eyes with a shaky breath. was this the fatui’s way of warning the qixing to not meddle in their business?

or… was this celestia’s way of saying he does not deserve to have a happy life with you?

he shakily holds onto your corpse closer, refusing to accept the fact that you have finally left him alone.

you promised that you’d come back.

xiao blinks a few times, now realizing that he’s back to the present.

“xiao, please..” zhongli said, taking another step forward towards the despaired adeptus, who’s still processing the incident that had happened a year ago that led you to your death.

all of this because of the sigil of permission… all of this because of that damned archon wanting to take all of the gnoses and face the divine…

what’s the point of this world when he no longer has the only person who can take away his karmic debt with just their presence?

“...forgive me, my lord,” xiao whispered, feeling his karmic debt draining the life out of his body once more as he put on his mask. forgive me, y/n.

the yaksha pays no mind to how zhongli instantly summons his weapon, the consultant’s arm reached out to his side to protect the traveler, who has also brought out his blade.

“i’m thankful to serve you for so many years,” xiao spoke, gripping his jade spear tightly, just like how he gripped your corpse tightly after you passed away in his arms.

“but it’s time for me to meet y/n and pay my debts.”

[yandereloversblog]

Idk how many characters are ur limit 😭 so imma just put in Yandere Bonten and Yandere first Gen Black dragons in this context:

It’s basically a dream I had 😭: in my dream I was arguing with Andrew tate when he came up to me at a store yelling racial slurs (I’m Asian) and I said he look like the crust of an unwiped asshole and he turned into a toliet paper and suddenly I was being surrounded by tiny ppl (size of a mice) who demanded that I give them an apple which I didn’t have and I said no- but bc I said no I started a WW3 with the mini mice ppl, carrot ppl and pigeons- so I’m being chased my all three bc I didn’t give them apples which I didn’t have and then got captured by the pigeons. Then I was being dragged to their supreme leader which were 15ft teletabbies that then ask if I had apples- I said no again and then the teletabbies demanded that I Mario kart race them FR. So I was sent to a actual Mario kart race lap where I was now going aginst the teletabbies and I almost got my car shelled 5 times. I won first place but bc I did now the teletabbies are after me personally so I was now in a driving chase with these teletabbies, mjcw , carrot and pigeon ppl . I kept racing to this purple door where I went pass it and I woke up

Basically Yandere Bonten and Yandere first Gen BD being in my dream while experiencing and waking up after hc 😭 I think that’s the best way to write this. Also honestly if my Yandere gonna be with me irl may as well deal with my crack dreams

𝐘𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐄!𝐁𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧, 𝐁𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧𝐬 1𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐞𝐧

What in God's name did I read 😭😭😂😂 bro lemme tell you something- imagine you call them late at night or suddenly wake up, not only scare them but then also tell them your dream? This is how it's boutta go and since the situations would be pretty similar I merged them.

Him: Andrew Tate?

You: Oh yeah, he's actually a real person.

Him: Who the fuck- How do you know him and why is he in your dreams!?

You: Oh no *completely serious* I hate his guts and I hope he dies, he's an asshole

Him:... Continue.

You: *Continues telling their dreams*

Him: *Looks like they're calmly listening but in their mind they're just like* 'Andrew fucking Tate, you dare soil my darling's dream? If I ever see you it's on sight you bitch.'

They just heard you be dreaming about another person regardless and now that random person has a target on their back: Mikey, Wakasa

Him:... Okay *carefully letting the collar around your neck a little loose* I think we should go easier on the drugs from now on.

What in devil's crack did you smoke to get a dream like that? Luckily now you get a little more privileges: Ran, Benkei, Takeomi [Bonten]

Him: You know what lemme tell you something- I had a dream like that but I was getting chased by pirates instead with their ship because I tried to steal one of their treasures but the treasure has your face carved on it so I had to- like they were riding a big ass ship and chasing me on the desert while I ran in that hot sun but get what, I fell in a sandhole and then ended up in Wal-Mart but these big birds were around me- Like I think they were called ostriches and they were wearing staff clothes but because I was human THEY started chasing me-

If he has to hear about your crack dream, so do you: Shinichiro

Him: But like Andrew Tate is such a bitch.

You: I know right? Then this happened- *continues*

Him: You were at a fucking store, you could've just ran to the next aile get an apple!?

You: I forgot! Anyways- *continues*

Him: And now you caused WW3- These bitches just thirsty for apples, like damn go get it yourself 🙄

You: Right!? Like why get me to do that!?

Gets a little too invested in your dreams and will probably bash any dream entity he doesn't like: Rindou, Sanzu [especially if he's on drugs]

Him: Sweetheart go back to bed, we'll figure what that means later.

Probably just came back for a job and now puts you to sleep, gonna get a dream book to see what the fuck you just said and try to decode it cuz it was funny: Kokonoi, Mocchi, Takeomi [Black Dragons]

Him: Don't worry sweetie, whether that Andrew Tate bothers you, those small stuff, teletabbies or WW3 I'll protect you in your dreams too so let's go back to sleep.

Probably half asleep, but trying to listen to you until he just gives up and cuddles you to bed again: Kakucho