#sowing a sapling

[ggukkiereads]

Hi! Do you know of a fic that’s based on Harry Potter. The reader is pregnant with Jimin’s baby and he is scared to have sex with her so the reader begins to suspect that he is cheating. I believe they are professors there as well.

🌷 Hi there! Yes =) one of my Jimin favorites by these amazing authors @dovechim and @jimlingss. You are looking for the two-shot sequel Sowing a Sapling =) 

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[scrawnytreedemon]

I loved that recent tag rambling about Godrick and Godefroy because I think that you actually put words to an issue I kind of had and didn't really know? Like, Godrick's design is just so full of personality and while I can understand like, double generic bosses Godefroy really does feel like taking it out of context in a way.

SERIOUSLYYYY fucking HATED the revelation of That Bitch. Godrick's design is just... so tied To Him™. If I wanted to take the more generous route, I could say this was a case of wanting to repeat a fun battle(it was blatant content filler), but like... AGAIN, Godrick's battle is so tied up in him; his story.

And Fromsoft games are so wholly about story that a break in it to see the gameyness beneath in a way so jarring in its laziness completely breaks your immersion, and borders on ruining the story in a sense that you're meant to believe this place has history.

This isn't just about Godrick and his integrity as a boss, it's about the culmination of the Golden Lineage's degredation; of the Lands Between's degredation, in a sense. That the land itself is rotting and its supposed stewarts are shambling shells of the glory they once held.

I feel like if they wanted to redeem Godefroy, they could. Give us a boss, a lord, who serves as a window back; a window, in hindsight, to the horror that would come. Perhaps he was imprisoned here for this atrocity, and his line swore to never again partake in so odious a defilement.

Thereby contextualising Godrick as their failure.

Not just of blood, but of integrity; that despite all they tried, the rot of it all came to a head. That Godrick was not only born sickly and frail, but hungry; and with means.

If I weren't sick, weren't wrought with anxious jittering, physical and mental, perhaps I'd draft up a design. Maybe I will. Who knows.

There could be an honest way to turn this around. I doubt they'll do it, because it's such a minor off-to-the-side last-thought sham, but they could.

[thecrystarium]

"My adorable sapling. My precious mortal. We fae folk live forever, but such is not your virtue. To strive for a dream you will never see─to sow seeds that others might one day taste the fruits of your garden─that is the beauty of your kind."

[yuyatem]

Im a bit late with this, but as someone who loves puzzleshipping and fantasy, I just got way too inspired and time got lost on me. And while Im not much of a writer, I still have a bit of a story plot behind these drawings.

It was a momentous occasion for any fae, as the day when they became of age, they were sent out to find their own flower seed to tend to and grow in order to start their journey of independance.

The first seed being sacred as it represented themselfs as they grow.

Yugi, a fae of the day, planted his seed on top of a hill at the outskirts of a nearby forest on a flowerfilled green field. But as time went on,the seed, that he had believed to be a flower, turned out to be a tree as it grew into sapling.

Years passed and with his magic and vigilance, the sapling grew into an enormous cherry blossom. But since the kind of fae he was, who usually tended to small gardens of flowers, this in turn became an enormous undertaking as he had to spend more and more time tending to the tree. And being a tree planted, grown and tended to by a fae, the cherry blossoms bloomed all year round besides the winter months and thus he had to tend to all of its flowers from the crack of dawn to dusk to mantain its health (and sow its flowers for material and food).

Being alone he never had the time to do anything else and wheter it was because of his growing paranoia due to lack of sleep or just pure loneliness, but after a while of him working on the tree in the darker hours he had begun feeling like as if something, or rather someone, was watching him. But no matter how hard he looked around him and called out there was nothing…

Not knowing that from afar hidden by the shadows, a pair of crimson eyes watched his every move.

Intrigued.

(As a side note, Yugi was based on a butterfly-out during the day, whilst Atem was based on a moth-out during the night).

[treetreader]

Oh i totally forgot to post this! I was flipping through The Goblin Market at the library and this just exploded my brain! I know guerrilla gardening is a thing but guerrilla grafting? What! So cool and i totally never thought of it.

Where instead of sowing seeds in the traditional guerrilla gardening/seed bombing style, you instead graft edible branches to existing (and related species so the graft takes) root networks! That way the plant now bears food in a much shorter period of time than starting from seed. (Or buying saplings which can get expensive where i live)

Hell yeah

[kingofbodyrolls]

Please recommend me some jimins fics

Hi love 💜

I have recommended some Jimin fics before, so I’m just gonna add them first, if you haven’t checked those out yet 🙂 On this anon ask I shared some Jimin fics that I haven’t read yet, but are on my ‘to read list’ – check that if you haven’t already. Then I have my ‘Jimin fic recs 2023’ and also my ‘rec index’ (not specified to pjm) and my ‘main recs’ (also not specified to pjm (I should really do tags for each member to make this easier! 😂)) → you can use my archive to filter for Jimin fics only! Direct link to that [here]. I also have two Jimin fics if you haven’t read those [my masterlist].

AND if you have checked all of that out, I can share a few more Jimin fics that I have not read yet. These are from my reading list I keep on Pocket.

If you still want more, you could search AO3 or tumblr using different Jimin tags. I hope you find something that you like 💜

Blooming Days by @bluekyun

Doctor Dreamy (discontinued series) by @jungblue

Non, Je Ne Regrette Rien by @yoonjinkooked

Never Falling by @yoonia

Peaches & Piercings by @jksangelic

Drivers License + Detours by @gyukult

Warm Hands (Ice Cold Heart) (ft. jjk) by @hobidreams

Erised by @jamaisjoons

All into You by @taegularities

Sowing a Sapling (series; completed and sequel to ‘A Serpent’s Flower’) by @dovechim and @jimlingss

Honey, I’m Home (series) by @yoongsgguktae

Faded Love by @jamaisjoons

Raise the Barre (series; completed) by @kpopfanfictrash

Heighted Secrecy by @dovechim

Tension (ft. jjk) by @kpopfanfictrash

Pretty, (not so) Innocent Girl by @loststarxox

Coconut by @jeonsweetpea

Secrets by the Shore by @chateautae

Again, I have not read anything of those on the bullet list, they are just on my list because I find them damn interesting and want to read and rec them properly when I have time 🙂

I hope you have a fantastic reading time and a lovely week 🤗💜

[secretweather]

cw: softcore, blasphemy/hierophilia/religion kink, mental changes, brainwashing/hypno

God i know when people usually think of religious corruption kink they think of a religious person who loses their faith which is good but i really love is when a non-believer is corrupted into religion.

You were just an atheist aimlessly wandering through life with no purpose, but then you met a priest. You and he would always end up debating about religion. You knew you were right, but he could talk circles around you, couldn't he? However, no matter how ruthlessly he would destroy what you thought were foolproof arguments, he would still use the same soft, honey-tongued tone. Always kind and polite, but he was one of those people who you couldn't just help but to love the way they speak. Charismatic and mesmerizing, but never forceful. A calming, trance like effect would come over you and for the first time in forever you would feel at peace.

You started attending mass just to hear him speak. Of course he would always pick you out of the crowd and, after mass, talk to you for hours on end about faith and you, you would do nothing but just listen to his sweet voice. It wasn't long before those suggestive words seeped into your brain and took root. Your budding beliefs were new and fragile, but he took the time to tend to the garden of your mind. To water and nurture the very seeds he planted deep into the recesses of your very soul. Those seeds turned to saplings which turned into branches that reached up to the sky in worship and a sturdy trunk of unwavering conviction that even the sharpest axes would struggle to cut down.

You desired more than to be a fervent parishioner now, you desperately wanted to become one of the same cloth he was. You yearned to bask in the ecstasy of worship like he does. Your mind was filled with nothing but the good faith which you wanted, no, needed to spread to the dissenters as you had once been. He changed you fundamentally and now it was your turn to sow seeds as he taught you to, as he always meant you to.

[offshore-brinicle]

[Cracks knuckles]

More simple observations then anything, admittedly.

First things first, Dante uses golden bough resonance seemingly on command, seeing a possibility and thus wishing it into reality, which isn't exactly how we've seen it beforehand - namely in how it manifests the fathoms of one's ego into reality. The image of the symbol we've come to associate with collecting a bough is red and yellow with added chains, as opposed to its usual pure gold - the implication of which is that the specific construction of their head allows them to fine tune this output of reality warping in some way or another.

Given what Faust says of the laws of causality and such, I believe that they were fine tuned to be able to exclusively manifest concepts regarding time, possibly making it more powerful in exchange for limitations on what they can do. This personally reminds me of the people in IV, who were 'revived' by the fathoms but only in body [that is, if I'm remembering correctly] whilst Dante brings back everything of the sinners.

Then this brings us to the actual abilities [currently, ability] themselves and the menu around it. Firstly, the button one clicks to active them is labeled 'Durante' which: is believed to be the baptised name of Alighieri, means 'during' in Italian, comes from the Latin word for 'endure' and was the name on Dante's coat on an early art piece of them on the bus. The idea of 'enduring for a period of time' both fits with the Canto and how Heath endured through his childhood for only the period of time he thought he could be with Cathy, and how Dante endures through the pain of death only for limited amounts of time. Though I do not know of how to tie in Alighieri's name with the game, alas.

Anyways, onto the actual mechanic, once we open it's menu, we are greeted by an unfinished but upright tree of life from the kabbalah, with 'Hokma' at current being the only one unlocked. The chain motif appears again, representing Dante's control over it - or some kind of contract or agreement being made with it, as with the chains binding the sinners. There is also additional text on there but I simply cannot read it, a shame.

The symbol used is the one for Hokma's floor in LoR, with the only other place it has been seen in Limbus being Gregor's base E.G.O, alongside the symbols for Malkuth, Gebura, Chesed and Binah. We also see it when the ability is first awakened, with overlayed hands settling in the 9'oclock position, the same one Dante started the game off with, and white chains are seen again as the symbol of connection/control. This of course yet another thing tying the boughs to Lobcorp and its consequences, this time with specific reference to a very important character. We do skip over Keter for the time being, which I don't know enough to comment about.

We also see 'Pigritia' or 'sloth' under Hokma's symbol, but given as there are more parts of the Kabbalah then sins in game, we may end up bringing in some other sins like 'vainglory' from past ideas around christanity. Plus, this implies a connection between Gregor and sloth, which is proven true in how it the affinity of his base E.G.O. The sins the other badges rep. may also be ones connecting more personally with Gregor as well, but we'll see in due time.

Now. Golden bough synchronisation isn't something I believe we've seen before, but it is in the corner of the home screen whilst Dante commits season name. This could be Dante's bough synchronising with one of the ones on the rooftop in order to perform that feat, or something else I am too tired to think of right now.

The ask is. Really long but! I do think the fact they are called 'sapling of light' abilities is really interesting, it implies a more grown version of the seeds of light sowed within the people of the City - I believe its either grown as a result of interacting/resonating with the boughs, or due to Dante's experiences and developments through their journey. This also presents a non-zero chance that Dante is an attempt to recreate the seed of light project, something I'm sure at least a few of Limbus' workers [coughcoughFAUSTcough] know of in some capacity.

I believe that's it for that for now, though.

HONESTLY REALLY FANTASTIC ANALYSIS, I also caught up on the thing about Dante's name and the label on their coat since my mother language is Spanish and "durante" means "during" in it, so it naturally led me to understanding it easier.

God the appearance of Hokma's symbol was such a jumpscare it left me agape, but also the fact that it's the symbol used for Hokma ever since the Library came to be as well as the Sephirah in the floor, and also the fact that Hermann is interested in The Well which seems to be the "river" under Wuthering Heights being some kind of unique area that connects to it hence the ghosts and apparitions from other worlds. It makes me wonder even more about the state of the Library and Angela's ultimate goal in the true ending is finding a way to dismantle The Head, since now it means Dante is not just connected to Carmen but The Library.

I wouldn't be surprised if Limbus and N Corp are in some kind of race to recreate the Seed of Light but with their own purposes, mainly Limbus taking in count what you just said and the fact that the path layed out for the Sinners to reach their own "awakenings" is awfully similar to how the Sephirah were used in the original Seed of Light, though not as calculated and controlled as Ayin's plan and prone to failure since we technically only had 4 out of 6 attempted boughs collected with Heathcliff's burnt one and only 2 of the 6 missions resulted in an EGO realization/self-actualization in Yi Sang and Ishmael. Sinclair made some progress at least while Gregor and Rodion stayed the same but Heathcliff....feels like he got worse, really. Bodysack stayed the same and the one time it's "awakened" it's used in the Canto it's as an act of self-hatred and once everything is over it stays the same symbol of death, just now with a new obsession driving him forward in bringing back Catherine somehow which is definitely not going to turn out well in the future.

Somehow I didn't catch up on the 'Pigritia' part, it's interesting that it uses a different term from the actual Sloth Peccatula, since Acediae would be more accurately translated as "apathy", but the fact that it all connects to Gregor again and he acknowledges Hermann again and stops calling her "mother" is also an intruguing development. Hell, it's actually most likely that the Bough Hermann gave to Nelly and Catherine is the very same one they took from Gregor in Canto I.

As always thanks for your asks I love reading people's observations and analysis.

[nhularin]

Forever, always

PAIRING soulmate!jake x soulmate!gn!reader GENRE fluff, soulmate au SYNOPSIS In this tale of destiny, two souls longed for that extraordinary connection. WARNINGS none WC 421 words

Once upon a time, in a realm where destiny weaved its intricate tapestry, there existed a profound concept called soulmates. People believed that somewhere in the world, their perfect match was waiting to be found—a person who would complete them and ignite a flame in their hearts.

In this tale, two souls, separated by distance and circumstance, yearned for that elusive connection.

Fate, ever the whimsical orchestrator, set its plan in motion when Jake found himself in the coastal town for a work assignment. As he walked along the pebbled beach, the sun kissing his glistening skin, he felt an inexplicable pull towards an old bookstore nestled in a charming alleyway

Unbeknownst to him, you, a passionate reader and keeper of forgotten stories, were the proprietor of this bookstore. Your eyes widened with surprise as Jake entered, your gazes locking for a fleeting moment that felt like eternity.

As you crossed paths amidst the rows of books, your souls recognized each other instantaneously. It was as if you were the other half of a puzzle, each piece finding its perfect match. Time stood still as your hearts whispered in sync, a symphony of connection reverberating through your beings.

"I have found you" he whispered breathlessly, scared that the image he's seeing is only a creation of his doubtful mind

You spent hours lost in conversations, your souls intertwining through shared dreams, passions, and vulnerabilities. You laughed and cried, bared your souls, and discovered a depth of understanding you both had never felt before.

Days melted into passionate conversations, where you bared your souls, entwining your dreams and aspirations. You conversed on moonlit terraces and explored rain-soaked streets, blissfully losing yourselves in the wonders of each other's company.

Your bond deepened, like saplings growing roots and intertwining beneath the surface. Love blossomed beautifully between you two, unveiling the extraordinary connection your souls had always yearned for.

But as with all things profound, challenges arose. Life threw obstacles in your path, seeking to test the depth of your love. Insecurities bared your teeth, attempting to sow seeds of doubt. Distance tugged, but your love was anchored in unwavering devotion.

And so, with whispered promises and souls aflame, you ventured forth, hand in hand, heart in heart, ready to traverse the peaks and valleys of life's grand tapestry. For in each other's arms, you found a love that transcended the boundaries of mere mortals—a love destined to transcend time itself.

"You and me" he had said, grabbing your hand gently

"Forever, always"

[suguwu]

kita plants a tree on the farm the day you get married, his hands tender as he rakes soil over the tangle of roots, pressing firmly around the thin trunk of the sapling. you water it from intertwined hands, the water pouring from your cupped palms like a benediction. the heavy scent of wet earth perfumes the air; it reminds you of him in the sowing season, when the paddies eddy at his feet. you press a kiss to his scarred knuckles, and he tugs you close.

he kisses you with still-wet palms cradling your cheeks, his callused fingers reverent against your skin. the tree's leaves whisper in the breeze, and it matches the catch in his breath when he pulls away.

you press your forehead against his, and say nothing.

there's nothing that needs to be said, because your husband plants a tree the day you get married, all so that your love still lives long after you're both gone.

[anneapocalypse]

The way into the castle is opened when it is time to relieve the reigning monarch of the throne. And the brave soul who does the deed has the honor of taking their place. However...should you ascend the throne, you will become one of us, never again to live as men do. My adorable sapling. My precious mortal. We fae folk live forever, but such is not your virtue. To strive for a dream you will never see─to sow seeds that others might one day taste the fruits of your garden─that is the beauty of your kind. Burn bright and shine as only you can. These blessings, your lovely branch will accept in your stead.

[thehumanfront]

‘Sam's mallorn tree sapling in Hobbiton planted next to the stump of the Party Tree’ by Matěj Čadil. 'Sam planted saplings in all the places where specially beautiful or beloved trees had been destroyed, and he put a grain of the precious dust in the soil at the root of each. [I]f he paid special attention to Hobbiton and Bywater no one blamed him.' Sustaining nature in his community and keeping a connection to the past—this is how Samwise Gamgee sowed good into the world.

Read more here.

[env0writes]

Before the Fall 6.30.23 “Sapling"

June was for rest To harvest schoolyard knowledge Sow new seeds for studied harvest As swiftly as they laid Heat’s cost is steep unpaid June was for something more But now is moving faster Than any train, interstate automobile It is plain to see that any plane Would pale across the summer sky At the speed which June has come And gone In the passing midpoint turn June does what it does best Even if it sends us on our way Into the heat, the haze, the blue June was for rest and now I’m due West When did the month, steeped with tea Turn oversweet, overturned Ants marching Ferrying, carrying the summer away Ants marching, queued in their uniformed lines Consuming my seeds

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[oh-katsuki]

Aizawa as the son of Demeter! No one sees the connection between this gloomy man and the goddess of the harvest until they see him teach. He sows the seeds of the new generation and carefully nurtures them so the saplings can stand on their own. Just as Demeter threatened to starve the world when Persephone was taken from her, there’s nothing Aizawa wouldn’t do for his kids. You can see his mother in his eyes when he’s standing in front of his class.

AUGH HELP MEEEE this one is so cute!!!

yesss aizawa would make a WONDERFUL son of demeter!!! so like his mother in the way he's fiercely protective of his students. he's constantly fighting so that they receive the best treatment, the best education, the best upbringing. he's so attentive and so so nurturing in such an unexpected way. i like to imagine that he's also harsh like his mother. demeter was never an easy mother to have. she's headstrong and certain and her own nurturing instincts tend to take a turn toward to militaristic at times. aizawa has those same tendencies, with very little room for leniency where aizawa thinks it matters. of course, his students complain, but they're always better for it.

side note but i can also picture aizawa as a son of hypnos.. it's predictable but he'd be the type of demigod to constantly be napping. always sleepy, with a slow blink and tired eyes. he's not unlike his younger half-brother shinsou in the sense that his father shows up prominently in his mannerisms. though unlike shinsou, aizawa uses his ability to dreamwalk as a method for giving advice to his students and younger demigods. rather than being offensive, aizawa uses his gift to teach.

[daughterearth]

next to my dorm room there's this grave vineyard and also where they grow a lot of vegetables and it's sowing season and i see men and women work with their hands, holding the earth, the sunlight and gentle breeze floating across the tiny saplings, the anticipating, the lunches. The everything. Though we are separated by a wall, I have infinite love for this beautiful and humbling view.

[trials-of-apollo-my-beloved]

Family Game Night

Trials of Apollo Fanfiction 

Luguselwa watched Apollo throw his leg over his left arm, muscles straining to support his form in the awkward position. 

The olympian yelled over his shoulder at Cassius to spin the wheel, darting glares at Meg. Meg stuck her tongue out at Apollo and he smirked at her. Meg, who was half falling over while keeping a split to have both her feet on yellow. 

Lu had to take a deep breath. The scene didn’t seem real. One of the twelve Olympians playing Twister with her sapling. Her sapling who was smiling and teasing her step-brother, and wearing a carefree smile. 

Her sapling lacked the tense posture that had been a constant companion in Meg’s childhood living with Nero. Cassius looked at Meg with love and not the jealousy that’d haunted Meg’s interactions with her step-siblings since she’d joined the imperial household. 

“Red!” Apollo complained loudly and Cassius giggled as Meg contorted herself further to highfive herself. Lu leaned back in her chair and observed the proceedings. 

The whole scene looked to her like a dream someone else might have had. Cute, harmless, family shenanigans like something Lu would see on a billboard advertisement. Except someone on the advertising department had gone a bit power crazy and decided to replace the smiling parents and ethnically ambiguous happy children on those ads, with an Olympian and some traumatized demigods. 

It hurt Lu how out of place pure joy looked on her sapling’s face- so she looked back to Apollo. 

Lu hadn’t known the deity for very long, not really, she’d learned that fast during their first meeting. Yet the idea that Apollo, the deity she’d seen thirty foot statues of, built by people and their pure faith and devotion, a god Lu had heard annihilated entire civilizations, was playing Twister and taking insults from children with a smile and a laugh…

For all this scene of joy rested on a mountain of pain and trauma, of crushed roses and tears, Lu felt herself smiling genuinely. Because for all the terrible misguided choices she’d made over her lifetime she could say that her last major choice was a good one. 

Her sapling was happy, safe and as long as Lu was around Meg would stay that way. Then there was Apollo who would be around long after Lu. Seeing how he sat upon that mountain of trauma with Meg and laughed, Lu felt no fear for the future. 

However the fates may thread their needles and sow the future Lu knew there was no point in trying to predict it. Under Nero she thought she knew what would happen. Everyday was a guessing game, every action a play for survival.

Now she didn’t have to worry.