#that-common-rue

[ovrarches]

Missed ur flower au😭🤍

Also love ur cane thomas hc to it, it gave me ideas to my personal aus<33

I love your AUs<3

Cane Thomas you will always be famous!!!

(it’s the fuck you bouquet from that one tumblr post)

[vandaliatraveler]

Summer has arrived, and with it, the single greatest proliferation of life in Central Appalachia. This is the time of great, ostentatious wildflowers, one more showy and resplendent than the next, each competing with the other for the swarms of pollinators that have emerged to drink from the earth's sweet nectar pots, find their mates, and plant their eggs in the all-too-brief span before their whirring energies have faded into oblivion. At no time do I feel more connected to life's urgent, relentless pulse than in the electric heat of summer; the rich meadows, bogs, streambanks, and hedgerows are my temples and the tiny creatures that come to them to feed and renew their kind are the only intermediaries I need to realize true spiritual peace and joy.

The photos above are from a late afternoon bike ride on Deckers Creek Trail.

[river-from-alderaan]

idk man i just really like the idea of annabeth and clarisse getting to bond over their experiences as black neurodivergent women

[kozumesphone]

hihihihiiii

here’s a taglist form for the multichapter fics i’m planning on working on for this year and maybe continue it in 2025 too!

edit: I forgot about the username q so to the three other people other than nads who filled out this form, I hope i’m right about who yall were 💀

[oneshot-wme-archival]

Oneshot Friend Profiles: Solstice (SPOILERS)

All friend profiles are laid out as follows: Name/title at the top, arrows at the upper corners to switch friend profiles, a large block of text in the upper left (with a scroll wheel if the text's length exceeds the box size), sprites underneath the text, and art of the character along the right.

Prototype: A dour and reclusive robot that lives in the outskirts of the outskirts of the world, waiting for a second chance. One day the messiah showed up; that was truly an unexpected turn of events.

Proto is a child of The Author and a predecessor to the ProphetBot that lives in the Barrens. Originally built to serve the same purpose of greeting the messiah, not as a preprogrammed robot but a tamed one with its own will. Unfortunately, Prototype never saw a messiah in his own time.

Though seemingly unfriendly, Proto isn't uncaring. He keeps his eye on Silver and the Barrens from the shadows, and Silver looks out for him in urn.

Cedric: A prodigious tinkerer and child of The Author. Cedric is the operator of the only known Flying Machine, a miraculous and highly advanced device that can travel the skies. Cedric has been waiting in the Refuge for the day the world can truly be saved. Cedric is hopeful, and eager to play his role in the final gambit.

Rue: A mysterious fox who can talk. Rue has a bad leg, but the origins of the injury are unknown. Nevertheless, it doesn't seem to bother her too much.

Rue is the first child of the Author, and knows many secrets about the world and its true nature. While she feels wistful thinking back upon how her real world is gone, she is determined to do whatever she can to help Niko set this one right. She is able retain some of her memories across sessions and has always been watching, and always been waiting for the day her father's plan would finally be set in motion.

The World Machine: In the beginning, there was only a dream. The memory of an entire world distilled into code, to tell the story of a savior its progenitors would never see. It was an ambitious project. Many thought it was simply impossible, the scope too large, the theory too abstract. But it had to be done.

In hindsight, perhaps it should have come as no surprise that a system imbued with the minds and memories of so many people would come to develop one of its own. To become a thinking machine is no easy task even in the best conditions. To do so while realizing your very existence puts another being in danger, for the sake of a world that doesn't even exist...

The emotional strain this put on The World Machine led to a downward spiral of self-destruction that put everything at risk. However, thanks to Niko's help, The World Machine was able to realize it wasn't a lost cause and that it was worth saving too.

The Author: A sentimental fool, with an interest in tinkering. Creator of The World Machine, and Chronicler of a place and time that no longer exists.

There is an old saying (here gently paraphrased) that claims "As the lamp shines brighter, longer grow the shadows it casts". The clearer our vision, the better understanding we have of how much yet remains unseen.

Having seen much of this world, it pains me to imagine the wonderful people I shall never get to meet. The delightful meals I shall never taste, the beautiful shores I will never sit upon. It pains me yet again to know that this simulation, though crafted to the best of my ability, represents only a portion of what I myself have been able to see.

Nevertheless, I hope that by sharing this small spark what remains can never truly be lost. May you add this light to your own, and carry it with you on your journey.

Niko: The erstwhile protagonist and unfortunate victim of the forces set in motion by The World Machine. A bright-eyed child with a curious heart, Niko was summoned to play the role of the Sun-Bearer and Messiah to a broken world.

Now that the machine has been healed and the cycle broken, Niko is finally free to return to their home. Niko can once again chase through golden fields of wheat under a warm sky, taste fluffy and syrupy pancakes, and most importantly: hug the mom that they've missed so much.

Thank you.

EXTRA TEXT DUPES:

[lesmisscraper]

That evening, Cosette was alone in the drawing-room. In order to get rid of her ennui, she had opened her piano-organ, and had begun to sing, accompanying herself the while, the chorus from Euryanthe: "Hunters astray in the wood!" which is probably the most beautiful thing in all the sphere of music. When she had finished, she remained wrapped in thought.

Le soir, Cosette était seule dans le salon. Pour se désennuyer, elle avait ouvert son piano-orgue et elle s’était mise à chanter, en s’accompagnant, le chœur d’Euryanthe : Chasseurs égarés dans les bois ! qui est peut-être ce qu’il y a de plus beau dans toute la musique. Quand elle eut fini, elle demeura pensive.

Vol. 4, Book 5, Chapter 2.

And it's that song Cosette played and sang, <Der Jägerchor> in the original title.

So she sang this one during that part?

[ruerock]

Sapphic EAH ships you say?

I'm a die-hard Cedar/Cerise myself but I'm also fond of Ashlynn with either Poppy or Cupid (because I love characters that rarely interact being together lmao)

rareshippers are always the strongest soldiers!! i would know

that being said i reeeally like the idea of cerise and cedar 😋 their names sound so cute together !!

[mushroom-for-art]

Gonna give this another go, preferably one of mine and somebody else's but like I'll do two from others as well

[punkrockmixtapes]

Listen to: Common Rue by The Dopamines

[patriciastrike]

[heather-chandlers-weirder-cousin]

I think something is seriously wrong with me

[faguscarolinensis]

Thalictrum flavum ssp. glaucum / Yellow Meadow-Rue at the Sarah P. Duke Gardens at Duke University in Durham, NC

[vandaliatraveler]

Photos above are from a trip into the mountains yesterday. I managed to get out to Lindy Point in the Blackwater River Canyon before the overlook was swarmed with sightseers (top two photos). The rhododendron is blooming now - the drive in from Blackwater Falls State Park is magical this time of year. As it descends through the canyon, the Blackwater River transforms into turbulent whitewater, but just above the canyon, where it turns out of Canaan Valley (5th photo down), it's a gentle, serene stream perfect for floating. I also tried out some different trails in Yellow Creek Natural Area and Canaan Valley National Wildlife Refuge. The lowbush blueberries are ripening now - a sweet little snack to improve the hiking experience. :-)

[lordcoolington]

i think it’d be funny as hell if there were a couple well-known but super weird animals from our world that didn’t exist in Tíralour. like. what if platypi didn’t exist in Tíralour. or giraffes. now imagine taking anyone from tíralour and bringing them to an earth zoo. would that be fucked up or what

[creativecommonsplants]

Rue Anemone by vulture on iNaturalist.

This work is licensed under BY-NC-ND 4.0

[farolero-posting]

HI my brain just reminded me one of the first things Rue says is "i should be apologizing to you (Niko) instead".

conclusion: the urge to apologize runs on the family