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Rose Tea Poached Pears with Coconut Rose Yogurt (Vegan)
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Lifes too short for bad tea and cheap cheese
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Dessert Risotto with Wine Poached Figs
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applinsandoranges · 11 months
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Too Many Favors
A brief one-shot wherein Sebastian starts feeling neglected because MC has been spending all her free time helping everyone across the valley rather than spending time with him. He comes up with a solution.
Days. It had been days since MC had spent any time with Sebastian outside of their scheduled classes. A fact that the neglected Slytherin boy did not miss. Since the start of term, they'd been inseparable - having forged a bond of unshakeable trust after she'd willingly subjected herself to the Cruciatus Curse on behalf of himself and Ominis. 
Ever since word got out that she and Poppy Sweeting had somehow managed to take out an entire poaching ring, her popularity skyrocketed. An unfortunate side-effect of this newfound fame was that everyone wanted a piece of her now. If MC wasn't holed up alone in her dormitory, she was inevitably swarmed by throngs of students, needy for her assistance with a slew of increasingly frivolous problems.
Sebastian would be the first to admit that his friend was extraordinarily competent - making quick work of her Keeper's tasks and extra assignments on top of an already overloaded fifth year curriculum. He would also be the first to admit that he did not enjoy sharing her company - he'd painstakingly worked his way into her favor, and frankly it was offensive to now find her swarmed by these insects, intent on taking advantage of her insatiable desire to help. He failed to understand precisely why she helped anyone who asked - particularly when the only payment she ever received was an occasional useless token of thanks. 
He really wasn't sure why she felt the need to constantly prove herself. No one had done her any favors since she'd arrived at the start of term, utterly alone and still battered from her excursion with Professor Fig. No one, that is, except Sebastian - he'd been hell-bent on working his way into her good graces from the moment she impressively laid him out flat during their first duel. Their friendship was further solidified when she effortless blew up a full-grown mountain troll in Hogsmeade square to save him, and he'd reciprocated the gesture by standing between her and Victor Rookwood later that same day.
Anne, Ominis, and now MC - the only three people Sebastian cared to spend time with. Anyone else was merely a background character to him. If it was selfish that he expected to have the new fifth year all to himself, he didn't care. He could suffer letting her run off with Sweeting every now and then, but these days he was lucky to barely catch a fleeting glimpse of her in the halls. She'd shoot him an apologetic smile or friendly note in class, but beyond that it seemed she simply didn't have the time for him anymore. He wasn't going to let things go that easily, however. 
The prior evening, he'd caught a rare glimpse of MC returning alone to the castle just before curfew as he was leaving the Undercroft. He'd taken out his frustrations on the innocent training dummies stored in their hideaway, and knew he smelled distinctly like the char from his hours-long session of hurling Confringo around the room. MC looked exhausted as well - traveling cloak askew and windswept hair. It didn't matter, though. Sebastian would not miss this opportunity to talk with her. And so he'd sprinted down the corridor to catch her.
Despite her obvious fatigue, MC granted him a soft smile.
"Sorry for this week, Sebastian. It's been non-stop, really. I'd much rather spend my time with you and Ominis. Merlin knows I could use a break from all the running around." She lamented, and he felt a flicker of guilt. 
Just for a moment, though. A more petulant and possessive side of him reared its ugly head, and he decided to double-down. She should be apologizing for neglecting their friendship. He'd done nothing but notice her absence for nearly an entire week, yet she was content to continue running errands for the nameless masses.
"Oh, so you've realized, have you? And here I thought you ditched me on purpose." Another pang of guilt rippled through him when she visibly flinched at the accusation, and he realized in that moment of clarity he'd taken things too far. 
"I really am sorry. I don't mean to avoid you. I haven't even had a moment to myself lately except to sleep. Frankly, I'm worried about falling behind in class now." Her voice cracked in her rambling excuse, and he knew how overwhelmed she must be.
He backtracked, softening his tone. "You do look tired. How about this - tomorrow is the weekend. You and I can hide away in the Library the whole day - get you caught up on your studies and away from all - " He gestured broadly over her messy form, " - this."
She looked relieved, smile returning to grace her features. Warmth bloomed in his chest at the sight. It had been an eternity since he'd seen her smile like that at him. He risked reaching his hand out to straighten her robe. She simply laughed and allowed him to fuss over her disheveled appearance.
"That sounds like a wonderful plan, Sebastian. I'm looking forward to our study date. Meet you there after breakfast?" She asked, and all he could do was nod in response, brain struggling to process what she had said. 
A study date. 
Still short-circuiting, he mulled over her words in his head until the sound of retreating footsteps brought him back to reality. MC had backed away a few paces while he was lost in thought, looking amused.
He cleared his throat and finally replied, "I - yes, tomorrow after breakfast. Library. Got it."
Smooth, Sebastian. He cursed inwardly. 
She chuckled and gave a little wave before whisking off around the corner, leaving him to silently kick himself. Beyond flustered, he kept telling himself he was simply awkward because it had been so unforgivably long since they'd had a proper conversation - he simply needed to get accustomed to her again. He'd turn the charm back on tomorrow when he saw her next, the thrill of seeing a pretty blush paint her cheeks when he said something just suggestive enough to leave her wondering was a game he sorely missed. 
Now, however, he found himself brooding outside the Great Hall, burning holes into the back of Duncan Hobhouse's greasy head. The Ravenclaw boy had ambushed MC the moment she'd left breakfast, pulling her toward a lonely alcove. The two were speaking together in hushed whispers, and MC kept shooting guilty glances over her shoulder at Sebastian. By the time she finally pried herself away from the conversation, worrying her bottom lip with her teeth, Sebastian already knew what she was going to say.
"Duncan really needs me this morning, Sebastian. Would it be terrible of me to postpone our study session? I shouldn't be more than an hour." She asked, looking down bashfully at her shoes.
Ah, so it was a study session now. And she wouldn't even meet his eyes. Sebastian masked his hurt disappointment with a sudden suggestion that surprised even himself.
"Double the hands, half the time. How about I tag along - offer some assistance with whatever vital task Hobhouse has for you?" He said, trying to bite back the vicious sarcasm he so desperately wanted to lace into his words.
"Oh, I couldn't possibly trouble you with this. We've got that Charms essay and - " She started but Sebastian held up a hand to stop her.
"As I recall, you promised me an entire day. Whether that's in the Library, or helping you maintain your image as a bleeding heart, I'm simply content to be in your company. Shall we?" Holding out an arm, he waited for her to slip her own through it. She sighed and did as he wanted, leading them outside the castle and down a winding, overgrown path along the outer wall.
"What could Puffskein possibly have asked you to do all the way out here?" He marveled at the ruined section of the castle, yelping when she pinched his side sharply and withdrew her wand with a scowl.
"Don't call him that. This sort of teasing is precisely why we're here. Duncan seems to believe that if he tells everyone he's been to the Hidden Herbology Corridor, you'll all stop calling him cowardly. I'm going to fetch him proof that he's been here so that he can salvage his reputation." She explained, burning away a section of dried vines that had grown over the collapsing entrance of what Sebastian knew to be the old Herbology classrooms. They'd been closed off and unused for years, rumors about dangerous flora infesting the ruins kept anyone from exploring. 
"But...he hasn't been here at all. You're only further proving what a coward he is. Sending a girl to grab cuttings off carnivorous plants for him."
"Perhaps you've forgotten, but this girl has tangled with far worse than some ornery foliage." She scoffed, offended.
Sebastian held his hands defensively in front of himself. "You're absolutely right - how dare I question the troll slayer."
Rolling her eyes, MC clambered through the toppled stone and disappeared through the dark entrance, leaving Sebastian to follow quickly behind.
The entire endeavor had been unexpectedly difficult. Devil's Snare entangled much of the dark corridor, thriving in the dank atmosphere. Their prize came from a monstrously large venomous tentacula, and Duncan nearly fainted at the sight of the impressive leaf cutting MC handed him.
They'd been just on their way to the Library when a shrill voice called out to MC from the stairwell, and Sebastian visibly cringed. Patting his shoulder apologetically, she swiftly made to console a young Ravenclaw girl. Apparently she'd been robbed of her gobstones. Sebastian was staunchly in agreement with Zenobia Noke's victims - having once been one himself, he could sympathize with those students who wanted to hide the rancid stones from her. He was beginning to learn that MC, however, was incredibly weak to tears and had promised to source the missing collection.
They'd spent the better part of the morning scouring the entire castle for the tiny game pieces. At one point, MC found herself scaling the rafters of the bell tower to to fetch a particularly tricky one - whoever had hidden this gobstone used a sticking charm and it needed to be manually extracted from its spot.
After watching her return the gobstones to an incredibly grateful Zenobia, MC and Sebastian had finally made it to the Library.
Pressing his hands firmly agsinst her back, Sebastian guided her toward the spiral staircase. "Let's grab one of the tables upstairs - fewer chances of being interrupted again. We'll get your Charms essay completed even if I have to - "
"Oh, thank Merlin! There you are, MC." This time, MC was the one to scrunch her face in displeasure at the summons.
The two of them working together made snatching back all of Cressida Blume's disobedient, flying books a simple task, but it was still nearing lunchtime when they'd managed to find the last of them. 
"I'm honestly tempted to blackmail her after putting us through all that. I can see why she wouldn't want anyone getting ahold of her diary - I mean, have you seen what she's written about Garreth?" MC seethed, angrily gripping the offensive journal like she wanted to strangle it.
"Blackmail? How very Slytherin of you, MC." Sebastian nudged her a bit, his hands busy carrying the rest of Cressida's runaway literature.
"Slytherin? Perish the thought." She shuddered and they shared a laugh before finding Cressida just outside the Library, nervously chewing her nails while she paced and waited for their arrival.
Sebastian watched with keen interest as MC gave the girl a rather vicious scolding, but stopped just short of actually blackmailing her. He was loathe to admit it, but Garreth was a loyal friend to MC, and he knew she was less than pleased that their housemate had written something so scathing about him. It was unlike her to get worked up, and watching her red-faced and seething mad was a rare treat. 
"If I ever hear word that you've spoken these vile things aloud, Cressida - " She was so riled that she couldn't even finish, and left in a huff, grabbing a grinning Sebastian by the robe sleeve and hauling him off with her.
"Suppose we should head to the Great Hall for lunch now - I imagine that temper of yours stems from an empty stomach." Sebastian said, amused. She merely cocked a brow and nodded, leading them away while she calmed herself.
He'd nearly gotten her soothed by the time they sat down together, lunch being one of the few times they weren't required to sit with their own Houses. MC reached for a plate, but Sebastian pushed her hand firmly down.
"Sit, relax. I know what you like, I'll get it." He said, and true to his word began filling the dish with an assortment of her favorites before setting it in front of her and doing the same for himself.
Washing down her sandwich with a bit of pumpkin juice, she turned to him and said, "I know it's a burden for you, but having you with me this morning has been immensely helpful. Having company for once makes things much more fun. Thanks, Sebastian." 
He opened his mouth to assure her that spending the morning with her had very much not been a burden. In fact, it was nothing short of the best day he'd had in a while, but a swooping owl overhead managed to drop a thin envelope directly into MC's goblet, splattering them both in the dregs of her sugary beverage. She blinked a few times, stunned, before wordlessly pulling the sopping envelope out and shaking it off a few times. He watched her eyes scan its contents, and she sighed, shoulders sagging.
"Might I be able to convince you to join me in Hogsmeade after we finish our meal?" She glanced up at him through her eyelashes, and he could think of nothing else but to instantly agree to whatever she asked of him. He was glad she had no idea the sway she had over him - he'd go swimming with the Giant Squid if she so much as hinted it could bring a smile to her face.
"Are we fighting another troll?" He quipped.
They had not, in fact, fought another troll. Nor had they fought anything at all. The letter had been from Parry Pippin who simply needed to request help with a delivery. What the apothecary failed to mention, however, was that the recipient was a rather difficult witch who needed proof of the efficacy of the potions they were delivering. Sebastian had urged MC to cut their losses and head back to Hogsmeade - if the vendor didn't want the potions, that was that. But the fear of disappointing Mister Pippin had MC jumping through hoops to appease Ms. Lawang, and they returned to J Pippins Potions with a satchel full of galleons. He rewarded them with a small stock of Wiggenweld, and when he asked if they'd endured any difficulties Sebastian desperately wanted to tell Mister Pippin he knew damn well they'd run into difficulties and deserved more than a handful of cheap Wiggeneeld for their troubles.
MC, however, simply smiled kindly and assured him, "None at all, Sir. If you ever need me again, please don't hesitate to ask."
They exited the little shop, bell jingling as the door softly closed. Sebastian grimaced, looking at the sky - it was painted in hues of dark purple and pink, sun rapidly sinking below the horizon. They'd spent entirely too long running about, and the day was nearly spent.
MC sighed and laced her fingers through his, pulling him along the cobblestone path. Caught off-guard by the touch, he tried to see what kind of expression she was wearing, but she remained serene. There could have been a slight pink tint across her face, but Sebastian convinced himself it was simply the rosy lighting from the sunset playing tricks on him. He hoped MC might come to the same conclusion if she happened to turn around and see his own face, painfully ablaze. He was fully aware of how soft her hand was - how is meshed perfectly with his own, like it was made to fit him like a puzzle piece.
Without looking at him, she said softly, "I feel like all I've done is apologize to you today, but I really am sorry. I know this wasn't what we'd planned on, and I've gone and wasted your time. Let me treat you to a Butterbeer before we head back to the castle, at least."
He squeezed her hand and tugged a bit, halting both their steps. Now, she did turn to face him and he noted with a thrill that she wore a distinctly bright blush. His heart leapt, and he seized onto the shred of confidence the sight gave him.
"Any day spent with you could never be considered a waste." He told her fondly, and watched the blush darken.
She mulled over her words before replying, "Sebastian, I - "
"Oh my! Is that really you?" The voice of an elderly woman broke through the quiet hum of evening and Sebastian and MC both froze in place. 
What had she been trying to say? He had been positively entranced by the shy look on her face, and the way her hand had been shaking ever so slightly. He couldn't dare to bring himself to even hope she might feel the same way as him, but the way he held his breath betrayed just how badly he wanted to hear her speak the words he could scarcely admit to himself.
Instead of finishing her sentence, she closed her eyes painfully and screwed a smile to her face before reluctantly releasing his hand. He bit back a whine at the loss of her. She turned to pleasantly greet the old woman - a vendor Sebastian recognized from the square.
This day was torture, he decided. A slow and undeserved hell. 
"I'm so glad you found me - I have something I've been meaning to give to you." MC said before reaching into her bag. 
She withdrew an iridescent braided loop, and Sebastian couldn't help but step forward to get a closer look. It was a stunning item, whatever it was. Shining even in the dimming light, it looked frayed at the end - unicorn hair.
"This couldn't possibly be..." the old woman tenderly accepted the gift and studied it for a moment. 
"I was grooming Hazel the other day and collected some of her hair that gathered in the brush. That bracelet is a gift to you from her. I merely braided it." MC explained gently, and gestured for the woman to hold out her wrist. 
Sebastian watched, enraptured, as MC took the old woman's hand and tenderly fastened the delicate bracelet around her wrist. He had no idea just what was occurring, but the way the woman's eyes filled with unshed tears, he knew it was meaningful.
"Thank you...so much. This means more than you know. One moment - " The woman choked out and wiped furiously at her face before scurrying over to her cart sitting at the side of the street.
She rifled through for a long moment before she returned and thrust a large, purple bouquet into MC's hands, obscuring her face from view momentarily by the healthy blooms.
"It's a small way to show you my gratitude for taking care of my dearest friend, but I do think you'll find a use for those. Fought off poachers to rescue my unicorn - a brave girl like you can make good use of dittany." The woman said, holding the wrist with the bracelet close against her chest before bidding them farewell and leaving.
Sebastian approached MC, ready to ask just what all that was about, but the soft sniffle that came from behind the absurd bundle of dittany flowers alarmed him and he pushed them out of the way to find her crying. He had no idea what to do - the first, last, and only time she'd cried was when she'd been struck by the Cruciatus Curse. What could possibly have her openly weeping in the middle of Hogsmeade?
"Easy now - easy. It's alright. What's going on?" He asked, concerned. Perhaps a rogue glumbumble had hidden away in the flowers? He reached a hand to take them, but she pulled them fast against her chest, hugging the assortment.
"I-it's just so thoughtful of her. I'm incredibly touched." She cried into the flowers.
Touched? He knew from experience while watching Ominis attempt to woo Anne that dittany flowers were not a suitable gift for a girl, and typically resulted in an argument. But, if they elicited this strong of a reaction in MC, he'd grow an entire garden of them for her.
Unable to bear the sight of her crying in the middle of the street, he pulled her gently into an embrace, careful not to crush her flowers between them. Smoothing the back of her hair affectionately, he worked to soothe her, and even went so far as to dare to press a small kiss to the top of her head. That seemed to sober her up quickly, and he could feel heat rise in her face against his chest, even through the thick fabric of his robes. He chuckled a little and tilted her head up, swiping a thumb across her cheek to rid it of tears.
Staring down at her fondly, realization suddenly crashed over him. This lovely, kind, brave girl had grown up alone - so neglected that she'd even been forced to start school in her fifth year. While he didn't know all the details of her life before Hogwarts, he could divine enough to understand that she had received little in the way of affection before then. Of course she would do everything I'm her power to win the acceptance of those around her. Granting everyone these tedious, sometimes dangerous favors was her way of earning their friendship - her way of feeling deserving of it. She couldn't understand that she didn't need to earn anything, and the fact that such a small token of genuine gratitude was all it took to reduce the poor girl to tears broke him entirely. In that moment, he resolved to make her understand that it was the rest of the world that didn't deserve her.
Without another moment's thought, he threw all caution to the wind and slid the hand that was drying her tears around the back of her head to tilt her further upward, before firmly claiming her lips with his own. She deserved a better first kiss than this too, the fleeting thought nagged at him, something that wasn't all teeth and ineptitude. But, she immediately returned his kiss with fervor and wrapped her arms around his shoulders to deepen their hold on each other, the bouquet draped awkwardly behind him. He let his other hand fall to her waist to steady her against him. He could taste the tears still lingering on her mouth and moved to kiss upward along her cheeks to rid her of them, pressing one final kiss to her lips again before pulling away.
She looked ready to combust, panting lightly and cheeks bright red. He wanted to kiss her again but stopped himself because what if she actually hated it. She was kind to a fault, after all. He waited for her to say something, anything at all that might encourage him to pull her back in.
"I hadn't realized you felt the same way." She muttered, and his breath hitched. The same way. She looked up at him quizzically when he failed to respond.
"I've wanted to do that for an embarassingly long time now, actually." He confessed. 
"Me too. So much for my Gryffindor bravery, eh?" She chuckled softly.
That was certainly news to Sebastian. "Since when?"
She looked much less timid than before, easing her shoulders and grinning up at him. "Since I tossed you flat on your ass in Hecat's class. Thought you looked rather cute with the wind knocked out of you."
He laughed loudly at that. "Well, I suppose you could say I fell for you then as well."
A few more stolen kisses on their leisurely walk got the two to the Three Broomsticks, and an even longer walk saw them take the scenic route back to Hogwarts when they were through with their drinks. He escorted her back up to Gryffindor Tower, leaving her delirious and breathless in front of the Fat Lady with a suitably mind-blowing kiss goodnight.
The following morning saw MC bombarded with another series of requests as soon as she entered the Common Room. Sighing, she made her way down to breakfast, hoping against all odds she might be able to catch Sebastian before being whisked off for another day of chores. 
A fluttering envelope danced around her head the moment she entered the Great Hall, no doubt enchanted to pester its recipient until they opened it. The annoying letter pelted against her, and she snatched it out of the air. Her heart jolted when she saw the spring of dittany fastened to the front with a ribbon, and she delicately extracted it from the envelope before pulling out its contents. Sebastian's letter was short, but precisely what she wanted to see. 
'I hear you're accepting requests from students who need help. As it so happens, I find myself in desperate need of your company today. Find me in the Undercroft after breakfast and assist me, won't you?'
A bright smile bloomed on her face, and she lifted her eyes to search the room for him, quickly meeting his gaze. He shot her a sly wink, and she returned the gesture with a wave before quickly sidling in next to her housemates for breakfast so that she could finish and get on with her morning. 
Sebastian asked so nicely. She simply had to listen to his request, after all.
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fancy friends that you can count on
Ominis Gaunt x GN!Hufflepuff!Reader (MC = Eliza Fig, previous fifth-year transfer student, current seventh-year Gryffindor) part four of the fancy series - [ToC]
Summary: Ominis worries when his friend doesn’t return from their fight and enlists a gathering of friends to help him find them. Reconnaissance is just an added perk. (Switching POV, though the majority of this part is actually in Ominis’s POV)
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“Boss!”
“Merlin, Marcus, keep your damned voice down. Yer’ gonna scare all the lil’ beasties ‘round here!”
“Sorry, boss.” This was whispered, and a sigh was heard afterwards.
“Alright, what is it you want Marcus? Did someone steal your sweet roll again?”
“No, boss, nothing like that! Was just wonderin’ what you planned for that hogwash student?”
It was a fair question, you wondered what was going to happen yourself. You remained motionless on the ground, keeping your eyes closed and trying to appear still asleep. A sigh was heard once again from the boss- who really seemed fed up with his entire poaching party, honestly- before he finally answered.
“I don’t have anything planned for the student, and it’s Hogwarts, Marcus.” You could feel the cool press of metal underneath your prone form and felt the ground shake as someone agitated what must be the cage surrounding you. You remain quiet, still pretending to be asleep. “Go fetch Ed for me.”
“Got it, boss!”
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Ominis was getting worried. He had waited for you at the entrance to the Hufflepuff common room, wanting to apologize for his outburst. But as a clock nearby rang out the tone for curfew, he realised that you hadn’t been by at all. Where were you?
Poppy rounds the corner, running and trying to hold her shoulderbag down. Something was jiggling around on the inside and she struggled to keep the top closed. She ends up skidding to a stop in front of where Ominis sat, then hesitantly walks closer to him instead of continuing her path through to her common room.
“Ominis? What are you doing here?” She pushes her bag back down as it jumps around, trying to pretend like nothing was happening.
“Waiting for Y/N, have you seen them?” Poppy hums, glancing toward the common room, then back at Ominis.
“Well, the last time I had seen them, they were walking down the path outside. I think they wanted to visit their fwooper friend?” Ominis furrows his brow, letting his head fall to look down toward the ground. That was odd- they had promised not to go back out there without him. They knew how terrified he was of something happening, the forbidden forest was dangerous. “Either way, I must’ve missed them coming back inside. You want me to go fetch them?” She nods her head toward the common room entrance, and Ominis raises his unseeing gaze to face Poppy once more.
“If you could tell them I want to talk, I would appreciate it.”
“Of course, Ominis.” She places a hand on his arm for a brief moment before wrestling her bag back down, knocking on a barrel nearby and disappearing into the Hufflepuff common room. Ominis didn’t know how much time had gone by, but every second seemed to stretch longer and longer. Were they officially avoiding him now? Did they just refuse to come out of their common room to talk to him?
When the barrel finally opened once more, Ominis stood and straightened himself immediately, patting down his robes to look a bit more presentable. It wasn’t Poppy he was expecting to see bound out of the common room, though. As his charm pulsed, he was able to see the expression more clearly on her face, and he immediately took a step toward her. “Y/N? Where are they?”
“They’re not in there, Ominis,” Her voice was quiet, and she chewed her lip. “I searched every inch, even asked their roommates. No one has seen them since this afternoon.”
Ominis felt frozen in place, his mind whirring quickly with questions and answers. Where could they have gone? Would they have done all this to avoid him? No, of course not. They could get mad, but they would never purposefully make people worry for them. If Poppy didn’t know where they were, it was likely no one did. It was curfew and night outside, and they hadn’t been seen anywhere-
“Where- I mean, what-” Ominis shook his head, panic beginning to settle in. “This isn’t like them, is it? They don’t just disappear without telling anyone?”
“This is absolutely not like them,” Poppy agreed, nodding and glancing toward the end of the hall as if waiting for them to appear. “They hate breaking curfew. They always said Black hates muggleborns enough, they didn’t want to give him an excuse to expel them. Hogwarts is all they have.” She laughed, shaking her head again, “They even refused to go to the kitchen after curfew, and that’s just right down the hall!”
“You,” Ominis took another step closer to Poppy, his red charm pulsing quickly on his wand, “You mentioned you had seen them earlier? No one else seen them since then? So you were the last person?”
“They were walking down the path toward the forest, I thought they just wanted to go brush their fwooper friend.”
Ominis chewed his lip, shaking his head. If something had happened to you out there, that meant you were in trouble. And he really didn’t want to think about you being in trouble. “What about- what if you didn’t see them come back, but they did? Where would they go?”
“Ominis, I really don’t think-”
“Where would they go Poppy?” She just sighed in response, slumping her shoulders.
“I don’t know. The library? Maybe go hang out with some friends?”
“Okay, okay, we can work with that. You check the library, I’ll run up to the Gryffindor tower and see if Natty or- or Garreth knows where they are.” His voice falls toward the end of his sentence, shaking his head. Of course, that’s where you went. He chased you away with his inappropriate attitude with your potions project and chased you right into Garreth’s arms.
“Okay,” Poppy mumbled, shaking her head. “But I really think we need to go get Professor Garlick. If they got hurt somewhere out near the forest-”
“If they’re not in the library or Gryffindor tower, then we’re going to the forest. If we can’t find them there, then we can talk to the Professor. But I’m not going to sit and wait around all night for them to show up, which I know is what the Professor will tell us to do. If they’re in danger, we need to go help them.”
“Okay, Ominis. I’m with you. Ask Natty or Garreth if they want to come along, too. We’ll need the help. Oh! And Sebastian!” Ominis chuckled, shaking his head.
“The Slytherin common room is in the opposite direction of the tower-”
“Don’t worry then, I’ll fetch Sebastian. I’ll do that first, I remember him bragging about sneaking into the library after hours anyway. He can help me look through and make sure they’re not there.”
“Okay, fine,” Ominis acquiesced, shaking his head with a small smile. “Fetch my friend from the dungeons and search the library. But be quick about it! If they really are in danger, we’ll need to head out immediately.”
Ominis travelled as quickly as he could toward the Gryffindor tower but was held up halfway through when Peeves materialized through a nearby wall and started singing loudly about how Hogwarts nights were no fun anymore. He ended his made-up song with the promise of a fire burning the school down before he finally floated through a nearby window, sinking through the open air lower toward the ground. Ominis breathed out a sigh of relief before continuing on his way, afraid of how much time he had wasted trying not to get caught.
The fat lady in the painting seemed irritated with him, as he knocked and knocked on the middle of her canvas. “Watch the dress you, hooligan!”
“I can’t see your damned dress!” He finally called out, glaring forward toward the painting he knew was there, though one downfall of his seeing charm meant that he could see her frame and the magic emanating from the canvas, but he couldn’t see what was actually decorating the portrait. He had heard about her enough times, though. She fell quiet from his admission, and he finally moved his hand to the side and started knocking frantically on the frame of the portrait.
“Who is it you’re here to see?”
“Natsai Onai. Or Garreth Weasley. Either one, I just need to speak with them.”
“A Slytherin? After the hours of curfew?”
“Please, it’s very important. Someone could be in danger.”
“Danger you say?” The lady seemed to hum, then fall quiet. He huffed out a breath, keeping himself from stomping his foot like a petulant child. He waited for some other form of an answer, but when he heard nothing he finally gave in.
“Are you going to help me or not? Or do I need to keep knocking incessantly on the frame for someone to come out?” Again, with no response, Ominis was beginning to think the lady was ignoring him now. Just as he was raising a fist to knock again, he heard a click and someone came rushing out of the entrance.
“Ominis?” Natty appeared, quickly closing the portrait behind her. “The fat lady came and found me in my bedroom. She said this was urgent? Are you alright?” The girl seemed hesitant in asking but sounded worried. It made sense, in his opinion. Ominis and Natty never really spoke before until now.
“Have you seen Y/N?”
“What? Wouldn’t you know better than me?”
“Which should probably give you the knowledge of my urgency, then.”
“Oh,” Natty gasped, her shoulders slumping and her arms beginning to cross. “Well, if I’m honest, the last time I had seen them today was at breakfast.” Ominis huffed, crossing his arms as well. “Do you know the last place they were seen?”
“Yes, they were-” Ominis was interrupted as the portrait swung open once more. Ominis raised his wand higher, urging it to pulse once more before finally registering the magical signature as Garreth.
“Hey? The fat lady said that someone out here needed help?”
“Yes,” Natty confirmed, nodding her head, “Ominis is worried about Y/N. Have you seen them?”
“Oh? Yeah. I mean, the last time I saw them was in the transfiguration courtyard.” He looked between Natty and Ominis before taking a few steps forward. “Actually, they kept going on and on about how they needed to meet Ominis, here, in the potions classroom, something about a project. Did they not show up?”
“No, they did show up,” Ominis mumbled, shaking his head. “We had a fight and they said they needed some time alone. Poppy said-” Ominis was cut off once more by the portrait opening again, and he held back an annoyed sigh. Who was it now?
“Eliza Fig?” Natty asked, and Ominis raised his wand higher.
“What?” Ominis asked, his eyebrows drawing together.
“Is everything alright out here?” Eliza spoke and Ominis finally heard her gentle, yet higher-toned voice. He hadn’t heard much from her since the fifth year when she almost had Sebastian convinced to continue his dark arts forays. Ominis wasn’t exactly thrilled to run into her. “The portrait lady came by my room asking about me. She mentioned some sort of student in danger?”
“Oh, perfect,” Natty began, smiling brightly and taking hold of Eliza’s arm. “Just the person we need!”
“Why would we need her?” Ominis asked petulantly, already miffed that Garreth had to be around. Now her?
“Eliza goes on errands for everyone around Hogwarts! She’s the bravest witch I’ve ever come across, even if she only received her magical ability when she was fifteen! If anything, that probably makes her even better than the rest of us, having caught up so quickly!”
“Ominis, you were about to say something about Poppy?” Garreth interrupted kindly, and Ominis felt a jolt of something akin to thankfulness but pushed that way down.
“Right, well Poppy-”
“Wait, is Poppy the one in danger?” Eliza asked quickly, taking a step forward and studying Ominis. “Aren’t you Sebastian’s friend?”
“I’m more than just Sebastian’s friend!” Ominis snapped, glaring at the transfer student. “And no, Poppy is not in danger. But she is the last person who saw where Y/N Y/L/N went, and they haven’t been seen anywhere since. Poppy said she saw them walk down the path toward the forbidden forest- we believe that Y/N went to go see their little fwooper friend. Which is ridiculous because they told me they’d stop going out there alone, everyone knows that the poachers have been getting braver here lately!”
Eliza laughed, a pretty sound that had Ominis gritting his teeth together. “Ah, yes, well. I had to study for our NEWTs. Can’t always be out there chasing them back, you know?” She turned toward Natty as if sharing some inside joke, and Ominis huffed loudly.
“I really don’t care to hear you bragging about your adventures right now, Eliza. My friend could be in trouble.” He didn’t exactly see her face fall, but in the next second her voice was deeper, apologetic.
“No, you’re right. We should go look.”
“We?” Ominis would never admit how his voice squeaked, clearing his throat afterwards. “They’re my friend-”
“They’re our friend,” Garreth added in, and Ominis immediately took away whatever small shred of positive emotions he had felt for the guy. “There’s no way you’re going to come up here and pull the three of us from our common room and not include us in the search.”
“I was only trying to pull the two of you, actually,” Ominis added sulkily, taking a step back. “Do what you must, I guess. But I need to go meet Poppy and Sebastian outside the library. They were checking there just in case Y/N actually came back but didn’t go to their common room.” Ominis turned finally, using his wand to guide his way as he took long strides to get downstairs quicker. The pulsing of his wand indicated that all three of them began to follow Ominis, Eliza and Natty holding hands all the while. After some time Garreth sidled up next to Ominis, irritatingly matching his strides.
“So, what did you two fight about?” Ominis turned his head briefly toward Garreth, though instantly regretted it. Now he would have to answer, and he really didn’t want to talk about this with him of all people.
“Nothing.”
“Seems like something,” Garreth argued, though thankfully lowered his voice. Ominis heard the girls murmuring behind him so he assumed they weren’t paying attention to his current conversation. “Y/N seemed pretty adamant to meet up with you earlier.”
“They sure took their time chatting with you, then, for how ‘adamant’ they were to get to me.” Ominis hadn’t meant for the sentence to come out so childishly, but he couldn’t hold himself back. He finally met the person he’s been wanting for years, and of course, Garreth comes along and steals them away immediately. Garreth was quiet for an abnormally long time before he finally replied.
“I’m not even going to play this game.” Ominis furrowed his brow, turning his head toward his direction once more. “I could go on about how they only ever talked about you, or how they really didn’t seem interested in a word I said, but I doubt you would believe a word of it. So I’ll just tell you exactly what’s happened, and you can draw your own conclusions.” They turned a corner, and while Ominis had no clue where Garreth was going with this, he didn’t interrupt.
“I caught hold of Y/N when I saw them sprinting past in the transfiguration courtyard. I grabbed their wrist to stop them, likely the only way I could’ve stopped them. I wanted to know their opinion on different potions ingredients since they seem to get a pretty good grades in the class. I specifically wanted to know which ones were volatile, and which would cause the biggest explosions. I’m working on this project, actually. I got the idea from this Chinese traveller I met outside of Hogsmeade, actually, they mentioned-” He huffed, shaking his head and causing his red curls to bounce around, “No, scratch that, you don’t care about that. Anyway- so I was asking them and they seemed pretty amused by my questions, but obliged and told me what I needed to know. But during the entire conversation, they kept trying to pull away and mentioned you. Over and over, Ominis, they kept saying you were waiting for them in the potions classroom and they didn’t want to keep you waiting. It was my fault, not theirs.
“Then, my aunt walked by. She caught me holding onto Y/N’s wrist and discerned the wrong impression. Probably thought we were holding hands or something, and started this long tirade about how we were only just students and how NEWTs are coming up and we should be focusing on our test scores and-” He huffed out a breath, and Ominis could tell from his pulsing charm that Garreth was walking sideways, likely looking directly into Ominis’s face. “I kept telling my aunt she had the wrong idea, and Y/N kept mentioning you and the project that they were late for. So, if you’re upset because you heard some sort of rumour, then I can tell you personally it’s all false. What my aunt had seen, she just misunderstood. I was kinda grateful for it at the time, honestly, ‘cause if she knew the real reason I was talking to Y/N then I would’ve gotten a lot more than just a few stern words.”
Ominis let this sink in, taking a deep breath and letting it out slowly. When he didn’t answer quickly enough for Garreth, the ginger kept on babbling, saying even more ridiculous notions. “Anyway, the idea of Y/N being at all interested in me is laughable, if anything. Everyone in our grade- Godric, even everyone in Hogwarts knows that they have had the biggest crush on you since we were all kids.” Garreth laughed out loud as Ominis’ chest clenched, turning a horrified expression toward him. “The way they always stared at you, it was as if you personally hung the moon. I think we were all surprised when you two finally started talking. I know I was.” Garreth’s laugh was grating on Ominis’ nerves, and he huffed out a sigh, shaking his head.
“You had me going for a minute there. Almost thought you were telling the truth.”
“I am though?” Garreth sounded confused, and Ominis just shook his head as they went down even more stairs. “I didn’t lie about a single thing.”
“Catching Y/N by the wrist, sure. But saying they’ve liked me since we were kids- that’s ridiculous. They didn’t even know I existed.” Garreth laughed loudly, stopping in the middle of the hall. For some reason, Ominis stopped as well, waiting on the boy.
“Ominis, let me help you out here. You may be blind, but I’m certainly not. I think I know what I���ve seen. It’s every class Ominis. Every class, every year, every day. Y/N only ever stared at you.”
“What’s going on?” Natty asked politely, arm in arm with Eliza. It was silent for a moment as Ominis tried to process this information. Surely if his crush had been staring at him for so long- no, they couldn’t have. Sebastian would’ve mentioned it at some point? “Are we talking about Y/N still? Garreth, I thought it was just an unspoken rule that we didn’t tell Ominis how Y/N stared at him constantly?”
“You too?” He asked, shifting uncomfortably.
“Everyone noticed it Ominis, really. You would have to be literally blind to not notice it.”
“Natty,” Garreth admonished, reaching out to hit her elbow. The girl retaliated a lot harder than Garreth had originally hit, causing the boy to hiss in pain and rub his shoulder.
“No, if we’re saying this then he’s going to believe it. Ominis, Y/N never stopped staring at you. You can ask literally any person. There’s no reason for you to disbelieve us just because we’re Gryffindors.”
“It’s not because of your house colours that I find this hard to believe, Natsai.” Ominis shook his head, turning and continuing his way down the hall. There was no way he was going to continue this conversation with them. Not when you could be out there somewhere, hurt or in danger. He could hear the mumbling of the three Gryffindors behind him as he walked but kept his attention forward.
By the time they all made it to the library, Poppy and Sebastian were just climbing the stairs out of the room. Poppy ran over to Ominis, taking his sleeve and pulling on him. Sebastian was slower, obviously eyeing the trio that Ominis had arrived with.
“We couldn’t find them in the library at all, and Sebastian said he hasn’t been around Y/N all day. Ominis I’m getting really worried.”
“Interesting company you keep nowadays, Ominis.” Sebastian’s tone was careful, and Ominis sighed, reaching over to place a hand on his friend’s shoulder.
“Don’t mind them. They refused to leave once they found out Y/N was missing. They want to help look for them, and honestly, if we’re to search the forbidden forest then maybe we’ll need the help.” Ominis could feel Sebastian lean in close, his voice a breath against his ear.
“And you asked for Eliza’s help?”
“The merlin-forsaken Gryffindor portrait went through and asked after Natty and Garreth for me. But she heard the word ‘danger’ and felt the hero of our fifth year needed to hear of the news too.”
“Eliza!” Poppy was surprised to see her, leaving Ominis’s side and rushing over to hug her. Eliza returned the hug immediately, and Ominis could no longer feel the urge to be surprised. Was this reckless Gryffindor friends with every person in their immediate friend group? “Oh, this is just great! If poachers really did get them, you can help rescue them!”
“Why does everyone keep insisting on involving Eliza?” Ominis finally called out angrily, turning to face the rest of their group. He could sense Poppy's startle from his tone, immediately falling back a few steps.
“Because she’s the best of us, Ominis?” Garreth answered as if this was a question, taking a step toward the centre of their makeshift circle. “Why do you have such a problem with her?”
Silence fell around the group, but Ominis refused to answer. He had told Sebastian that he forgave him for his fruitless search into the dark arts, so long as the boy never did it again. Having been forced to cast an unforgivable curse was one thing, after willingly pestering Ominis about the scriptorium for an entire semester. However, Eliza kept pushing, urging Sebastian with pleas for knowledge and tempting him with a cure for his sister. Ominis had thankfully been able to talk him out of the whole venture before he wandered too far. Sebastian ended up dropping Eliza as a friend afterwards, so neither boy knew just how far Eliza had ended up venturing into dark magic. She had mentioned wanting to learn the other unforgivables.
When no answer was forthcoming- half of the group knowing what had happened yet refusing to speak- Poppy finally stepped forward between Ominis and Eliza and spoke up. “Regardless, Y/N is still missing. I think anyone willing to help will be beneficial. Don’t you, Ominis?”
“Of course,” He answers roughly, clearing his throat and turning his body to face Sebastian more. “So let’s get moving. Lead us to their meet-up spot.” Poppy nodded, stepping forward to lead the way. Ominis and Sebastian were behind her, the rest of the group following behind. He could hear Garreth mumbling a question to one of the others behind him.
“What does he mean, ‘meet-up spot’?”
“Y/N has a little fwooper friend, I heard them mention. I think the ‘meet-up spot’ is where they go near the forbidden forest to find their fwooper.” Natty answers, trying to keep her voice down as they roam the halls.
“‘Little fwooper friend’? That’s a mouthful, does the little bugger have a name?”
“Not that I know of.”
“They befriended a fwooper?” Eliza asks, and Ominis could hear the intrigue in her voice. “How unconventional. I wonder if they’d let me meet it. I’ve been so curious about their songs.”
“The ones known to drive people mad?” Garreth’s voice is incredulous, and Ominis has to hold back a sneer from the entire conversation. “Why would you be curious about that?”
“Well if they’re known to drive people mad, they must sound unique, no?”
“Regardless,” Sebastian calls out loudly, and Ominis detects Poppy jump from the loud noise. His friend turns to the three Gryffindors behind him, “I think we have more important things to worry about.”
The group, admonished, finally fall silent. Six students of Hogwarts walk out of the castle’s safe doors, making their way through the darkness to the one place they were forbidden from going. Ominis knew even if the rest of them had refused, he’d be making his way this way anyway. Anything, anything at all, to find you.
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it’s my partners birthday and i’m making them a pear and walnut cake with figs and a ricotta icing and poached pears.. i love love i love my baby
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Today's Bat: Giant Golden-Crowned Flying Fox
This regal species is one of the largest on Earth! They hail from the Philippines, where poaching and deforestation have caused them to lose a large amount of habitat and landed them on the Endangered Species list. These two are preserving their modesty - look up pictures of these bad boys in flight, and you'll get an eyeful.
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Environmental Impact: Being fig-eaters, flying foxes are HUGE for fertilization and seed dispersion! Their roosting sites are protected, but their figs are mostly sourced from old-growth trees, and they can travel up to 40 km (about 25 freedom units) a night for food. Their seed-laden poops could be vital for reforestation, if we protect them and their habitats.
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Beauty: The most striking thing about a flying fox is, of course, their size. A Giant Golden-Crowned Flying Fox can have a wingspan exceeding five feet, meaning they're longer than I am tall. Each bat has a namesake golden patch of fur crowning their head. You might also notice their wide, soulful eyes - that's because, like most megabat species, these guys rely on eyesight rather than echolocation for navigation. They even bathe themselves, using their giant wings to scoop water! Seemingly perfect, but I'm docking a point for the many penises I had to look at while choosing a picture.
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Power: My first instinct says their sheer size should earn top marks, but I wouldn't say a fig puts up much of a fight. Additionally, flying foxes are known to frequently abandon offspring when threatened, which is decidedly unpowerful.
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Overall: My heart goes out to these little (giant) dudes. They're already extinct in several of their endemic habitats, and their population is decreasing. For more information on their conservation status, look at the IUCN Red List website.
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(Today's sources: Animalia, Bat Conservation International)
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rowenabean · 22 days
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Things I have discovered today:
1. If you have figs and wine and spices, you can poach your figs in red wine and spices. This is a fantastic way to feel like an ancient Roman and also delicious.
1b. After you have done this, and you have ladled the figs into jars and poured hot wine over it, there will be a little liquid left in the pan. This is figgy mulled wine and, well, wouldn't it be a shame to waste it?
(It is also - possibly even more - delicious)
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kineats · 5 months
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anything for an opposum ?
Second Ask!! American Opossum Time~!
They're Omnivores and Scavengers and Opportunistic Hunters. So uh. This is gonna be a bit chaotic!
Garlic Crab Fries
Crab and Asparagus Toast
Crab Cakes
Seafood Bisque
Crab Corn Chowder
Cornish Game Hens
Marry Me Chicken
Honey Garlic Chicken
Eggs In Purgatory
Perfect Poached Eggs
Various Grilled Fruit Recipes
Fig Jam
Fruit Pizza
Rhubarb Pie
Blackcurrant Mini Pies
Saffron Poached Pears
Honey-Lime Fruit Salad
Venison Dinners
Simple Roast Rabbit
Opossums also require a large amount of calcium, so a calcium supplement or Calcium Rich Foods would be great too!
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hippogrifffeathers · 7 months
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Possible HL sequel themes?
with the possible rumour of a hogwarts legacy sequel, i thought i'd join in on the fun of speculating on some possible themes/questlines we might get in mc's sixth year! because for now, speculation is all we have and i am clinging to it
Keeper Resposibilities
starting with the most obvious one, the main character is now a keeper of the repositories, on top of wielding their ancient magic. seeing what this means for them, learning more about using this ability, while carrying the burdensome responsibilities on their shoulders would be something we'd expect to at least be a constant undertone of any sequel games
whether we choose to bring in companions to help us (something professor fig encouraged, but the mc may have felt reluctant towards) is something that may be explored, or another key theme for the overall game
Chamber of Secrets
in the original game script, the gaunt family home was going to be included in the story (we were ROBBED). considering this, on top of the recurrent mentioning of basilisks, and the note we find in salazar slytherin's scriptorium, i don't think it would be illogical to suggest we might get a chamber of secrets questline in the sequel- or, at bare minimum, something to do with the gaunt bloodline/salazar slytherin (we still don't know why isadora's triptych was in the undercroft, nor how salazar slytherin had ancient magic-related runes in his spellbook that sebastian found in the scriptorium)
Triwizard Tournament
i mention this mainly as it's a popular theory. officially, the triwizard tournament was ended in 1792 due to a high death toll, however there were unsuccessful attempts made to bring it back especially considering that we'd be nearing the 100 year anniversary of its outlaw, i could see the ministry/black trying to bring it back. either in mc's sixth year (1891-1892) or seventh year (1892-1893)
so, it's not impossible for us to have a triwizard tournament in the sequel/s- but, if we do get it, then the tournament would have to fail for some reason, to make it compliant with the canon
Enemy Aftermath
removing rookwood and harlow from the ashwinder organisation may have created something of a power vacuum, even if you did the side quests to remove other notable high-ranking members. rookwood had aspirations to make the ashwinders the most prolific underground crime gang in all of europe, no way his gang just occupied the hogwarts highlands the rookwood family is- by the late 1800s- a crime family, we know from rookwood's father, and we might assume the ashwinders organisation is spread across areas of at least the uk- someone is going to gun for top spot in rookwoods absense. or, another underground gang is going to try and replace the ashwinders.
also we can't be ignorant to the fact that ashwinders/poaches recognise the main character for their 'powerful/mysterious/dark' magic, it's entirely possible that has repercussions in and of itself
Continued Companion Questlines
another given, especially for sebastian- since there's a lot of loose ends where his questline ended, and as some of the themes of the 'In the Shadows' storyline were tied to the themes of the game, continuing Seb's story seems only natural, although devs will have to make a canon MC choice on whether we send him to azkaban or not
on top of that, like the aforementioned scrapped 'Gaunt' quest, there's definitely a possibility we'd get more relationship questlines for current and new companions, building on the scrapped companion feature we were supposed to get. (ominis, amit, imelda, everett)
'Scrapped' Game Mechanics
not quite a 'theme' as much as a feature, but provided the feedback Hogwarts Legacy has received (read: common criticisms), it's entirely likely that game mechanics the devs had planned for- 'your choices matter', 'romanceable characters', 'proper companion features' etc., might be implemented.
my understanding is that the main reason these features weren't included ended up being due to time constraints and funding limits (Avalanche is a small studio compared to its competitors). given that a lot of the legwork for HL2 will already be outlined, like the hogwarts map and other mechanics, it wouldn't be outlandish to think that they may have the freedom to add some more elements to the game now. especially as hogwarts legacy exceeded sales predictions, so they can probably invest more into its sequel than they did the first game, in the hopes it will sell equally as well- especially if they add features people are asking for/complaining about not having.
this said, I don't understand the first thing about coding, so I could be wrong, but equally it's a smart business strategy to make if Avalanche Studios want a sequel to succeed- so fingers crossed!
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Vegan Spiced Autumn Cake
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cypherdecypher · 2 years
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Animal of the Day!
Golden-crowned Flying Fox (Acerodon jubatus)
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(Photo from Animal Spot)
Conservation Status- Endangered
Habitat- Philippines
Size (Weight/Length)- 1 kg; 170 cm wingspan
Diet- Fruit; Leaves
Cool Facts- The golden-crowned flying fox has the largest wingspan of any bat species. However, you don’t have to worry about this friendly giant drinking your blood. These flying foxes diet is made up of mostly figs. Golden-crowned flying foxes cannot use echolocation and must use sight to find food, often resulting in eating during dawn and dusk. These flying foxes are extremely social and often form colonies with other species of flying fox. Due to illegal poaching for meat and deforestation, conservationists are racing to save this amazing species. Luckily, local farmers are working with conservationists to protect the golden-crowned flying foxes’ habitat from poachers. 
Rating- 12/10 (A flying puppy.)
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noctualunaris · 4 months
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aenora's favorite foods/drinks:
pomegranate
figs
summerwine
blueberry tarts
soft boiled eggs
strawberries
blueberries
honey
cherries
blood oranges
starfruit
wine poached pears with honey
white cheese
olives
dragon peppers
yogurt
chilled fruit soup
rabbit (potted hare in particular)
honeyed chicken
mint and chamomile teas
duck in orange sauce
lemonsweet
roasted lamb
tyroshi pear brandy
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1nm2 · 4 months
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@obs-equity from x
The dead have no legs, burnt away in the vas ustrinum. He who has legs, lain hours in the carriage, will walk ten times the hours more. And so the inferior creatures of the night; the earthen earthworms rise and wriggle by the dampness of soil and the darkness of the castle corridor by their feet, lift their dreadful fingers in secret to tamper Renfield’s eyes rheumy. The ground, waterlogged as a graveyard, drags at his shoes. Fatigued, forever their tunnel is, long and abject the fable is.
You are welcomed to O-ver-stay. He grins slowly. Inside his mouth, ten earthworms of his tongue curl like soft roots. Ten times of the hours more. Tens of tens. Walk… Ten of your years, walk. The crowns of your knees begin to feel brittle, growing more and more…-- edible – to the elements.
Now, wake. There is a glow ahead, a dimly flickering flame, and then another and nuther.
His paintings stare down, sepia laced over colours: figs poached, pomegranates, and grapes you will never taste. Where plunges the rays of hope? Where is the window that light came through, straight from the sun above? It is the warm, glim darkness prolonging your death, my friend, and may my eyes see you.  
‘   It has been awhiiiiile – since…– My Eyes have Read.  ‘   
Count Dracula, raised on the stairs, turns back to him. Allllll vision blurs. His voice booms, the distance made too far to make out if his lips have moved.
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‘   Would you Read them to me?   ‘
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