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[pokemonleagueofficial]

A reminder to all Paldea residents!

The Paldea Pokemon League will be closed December 15th for our (early, admittedly) Delibird Day employee party! Employees of the Pokémon League and Naranja-Uva Academy will all be celebrating with their co-workers that day, and might be absent or late to respond to challenges or e-mails!

Thank you for your consideration!

[hauntedjohnny]

your connie/julie fic is EVERYTHINGGGG pls I would give anything for a connie/maria fic from you 😭♥️

thank you <33 i dont really have as much of a concept for maria as the other victims for a full fic so i can offer some dynamic hcs !

i think they met at the uni community gardens. connie likes to garden as stress relief because it reminds her of her grandpa as a child. maria got roped into it accidentally when she was taking pictures of the garden and someone gave her a trovel and some gloves and she was too embarassed to speak up.

they didnt speak much at first but one day maria was taking pictures when her camera stopped working and connie offered to take a look at it and was miraculously able to fix it with some jabbing with her hair pin.

maria made her cookies as a thank you and they've been hanging out ever since

speaking of food, maria is that friend who always brings her friends homemade and store-bought food and makes sure theyve eaten throughout the day (its the older sister turned mother stand-in effect) which is lucky for connie because she is always forgetting to eat.

they try to hang out at least once a week when the garden is finished/needed fewer volunteers

i hc that maria and julie were roommates and they would go on trail hikes together except julie would jog ahead leaving maria to stroll and get distracted by the flora. this is when julie suggested bringing connie (that garden girl) on one of the walks so she wouldn't be alone.

connie tries to be put together but maria is always finding leaves in her hair and dirt on her cheeks. no one knows how they got there. maria always looks put together.

connie is the spider fighter whilst maria hates them and wants them OUT of her bathroom. spiders outside is fair game but inside it makes her want to cry.

i think they're both socially awkward in different ways. connie is stubborn and abrasive and will easily knock shoulders with people even when she doesn't mean to. maria is quieter and struggles to make strong connections with people.

connie and ana would get along in a way maria just doesnt understand. they will start debating with eachother over trival things because they're both opinionated and maria thinks theyre actually arguing so whenever shes like guys they both look at her and laugh like oh this is just friendly debacle dont worry we like eachother.

maria made connie the friendship bracelet that she wears in the game !!

[lesser-known-composers]

ANTONIO SALIERI [1750-1825] - CUBLAI GRAN KAN DE' TARTARI Dramma eroicomico in II atti Libretto: Giovanni Battista Cesti Wuerzburg, Mainfranken Theater, 1788

Aria: Fra i barbari sospetti - 0:09

Diana Damrau (soprano) VIOLIN I Julien Chauvin, Marieke Bouche OBOE Patrick Beaugirard, Elisabeth Baumer, Hannah McLaughlin BASSOON Peter Whelan, Jani Sunnarborg, Emmanuel Vigneron HORN Claude Maury, Gilles Rambach, Florent Maupetit NATURAL TRUMPET Joël Lahens, Emmanuel Mure TIMPANI Hervé Trovel HARPSICHORD Giorgio Paronuzzi

Le Cercle de l'Harmonie / Jérémie Rohrer (conductor)

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@cool-remy-sanders

Remy yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sat up in bed. What time was it..? He looked at his alarm clock, blinking the sleep from his eyes.

"7:30?!?!!"

Shit!!! He was gonna be late for the bus, AGAIN!

Remy flew out of bed and raced around, quickly putting on whatever clothes he could find, giving them a quick sniff test. Oof, nope that one's bad. Sniff.. Aha! That one'll do. He fumbled about, putting one pant leg on while brushing his teeth, then putting the other on while he combed his hair. He threw clothes around until he found his shoes buried at the bottom of the pile, stepped into them both, grunting as one popped in fine but the other decided to be difficult. He ran to find his satchel, hoping everything he needed was inside, stomping the one difficult shoe as he went to try and get it on properly.

He grabbed a muffin and then ran out the door. "Bye mom!" He called before letting the door close behind him and running down the driveway, hoping he wasn't too late.

He looked down at his phone. 7:40. Shit.. Hopefully the bus wasn't early today.

He waited and waited with bated breath, but thankfully a few seconds later the bus came around the corner. Relieved that he didn't have to ask his mom for a ride, he put his phone back in his pocket.

The bus doors opened and he hopped up the steps. "Hi, Ms. T," he said. Ms. Trovel had been his bus driver for three years now, since he started highschool.

"Hello, Remy. Just in time, huh?"

"Thankfully!" He looked down the seats for his best friend, then headed down to him. He had to be careful for the last few steps, since the bus had already started moving. "Hey, Rem! I almost missed the bus again," he said with a laugh, as he sat down next to his best friend. They'd been best friends ever since Rem walked out of a portal in the school, leading to another universe. Apparently once every three years a portal opened up in the schools statue. They were coming up on the three years anniversary of Rem coming here. In a little over a month, he could go home. He didn't want his friend to go.. but he knew Rem also missed his universe. His Roman, and Logan, and everyone else..

"So.. are you excited to go back..?" He wanted to be excited for Rem, if he wanted to go home. And he couldn't blame Rem for wanting to. But he also knew he'd miss him, and hoped he'd stay, but he wasn't going to try and convince him to stay if he wanted to go home, so he tried to stay supportive.

[paperiahma]

After working as a gardener in a graveyard, here's a list of things I wish I could (kindly, obviously) inform every visitor ever: 1) Planting hundreds of flowers at the same time is impossible. If you've paid for the flowers but your loved one's grave is still bare at the start of summer, chances are we're just not there yet. Asking us "why didn't you start here" is pointless, because we have to start somewhere and not every area can be the first one. If the neighbouring graves have flowers but yours doesn't, then inform us and we'll fix it. 2) If you haven't paid for the upkeep, we cannot do the upkeep of the grave. Not even "just a quick trim", because if we do it for you, we'd have to do it for everyone. Unfortunately, it's not free and the graves that have been paid for keep us busy enough. And no, we ARE NOT allowed to let you borrow our power tools to do the job yourself, either! The tools are not ours, we're responsible for their safe use, and you probably don't have the training OR the necessary safety gear on you, either. 3) Maybe consider a little bit what you leave on the graves. Fragile porcelain figurines are lovely and I'm sure there's a beautiful story behind them. But not only do they make our job more difficult, the cold winter will destroy them and then we'll have broken porcelain pieces potentially harming both animals and humans. 4) Please, for the love of all that's good, collect the lanterns from the graves in summer and bring them back in winter when you use them again! Lanterns are the bane of my existence every time we need to trim around graves, especially the ones standing on a thin metal stick. No one uses lanterns in summer because it's so light out, anyway. Please! Just get those damn things out of my way! 5) Related to above: please stop storing your trovels and other gardening tools behind the gravestones. Either there's nothing but grass behind, in which case they will once again be in the way of trimming. Or there are some plants, in which case your tools are in the way of weeding, replanting, etc. 6) Assume that we care. I'm an atheist so all I care about the church is that they pay my salary on time. In fact, I feel very uncomfortable in any religious ceremony. But I genuinely care about my job so much! I respect the dead and I want to make things look nice. I like thinking that my job is taking care of resting places belonging to hundreds of strangers. I hope their loved ones are pleased with our work. Every time we get any compliments on how we take care of the flowers, it makes me smile.

[serious-goose]

cask of amontillado jokes... they're just my favorite thing. oh you like them too?? actually if you're interested, i have a very nice sherry wine in my cellar, if you'd just follow me-

[gyventicom]

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[cloveroctobers]

RIO/MANNY x f!READER / SPRING PROMPTS

A/n: prompt list here —

using: #16. Working in the garden all day and curling up together that night on the couch

+ I’m combining Rio & Manny’s characters here if you don’t mind. It’s not too confusing, i promise! Something short and sweet for this Saturday night. Who doesn’t like domestic prompts?

Warnings: pregnant reader—if you don’t care to read about those then you can skip this one lol, language, and your man being kinda right about your well-being?

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Time got away from you and once you got wrapped up in your gardening, it was almost next to impossible to get you to relax—Depending on who it was, that is! It’s funny because you normally weren’t too much into plants when you were younger. You had grandparents that owned a floral shop in Hamden, that you spent countless hours in with your siblings while your parents worked long hours. Of course you learned a lot about time management and plant care but that all became a little careless to you once you went through high school and college.

Now look at you. Early thirties out in your yard at one of your vacation homes in Farmington Connecticut, tending to what the winter ruined. Not to mention you were about six months pregnant (with twins) doing this all on your own. You’ve been at it for hours and would have stayed out there non-stop if it wasn’t for your housekeeper, Jagoda…and your bladder reminding you to take breaks.

It was easily going on four pm with the sky turning orange and the air felt crisp and cold now. While you leaned back on your knees, you stared off into the distance enjoying the view until you felt a hand brush over your slightly stretched back. Briefly you closed your eyes, inhaling before tightening your grip on the trovel you had in your hand. Quickly putting the garden tool at an angle you went to swing your entire arm backwards at your attacker.

The fingertips that once gently touched your back, shifted to a colder touch as they twisted your arm behind your back which made you crouch forward with a slight wince.

“Easy, mama. It’s just me.”

Scoffing at your husband, he immediately let you go as you glared over at him.

“Why do you think it’s okay to sneak up behind me while I’m trying to enjoy my peace?” You huffed, using the back of your arm to wipe at your sweaty forehead.

The man sent his famous smirk at you as he remained crouched from behind, “I ain’t never heard you complain about that before?”

“Well times have changed man, I’m carrying double the weight now with your lollipop headed children.” You whacked at him, “and it’s all your fault.”

“Like I said, you ain’t never complained before.” Manny chuckled while you rolled your eyes, “listen…I think it’s time we head in don’t you? It’s been a long day for the both of us.”

Glancing at him you turned your eyes into slits, “it’s always long days at the club which is why I’m so surprised you’re back this early…”

“Yeah I bet, you didn’t want me to catch you out here any longer, right?”

“I don’t necessarily care if you did but I’m sure you had some sort of radar to know that I was still out here.”

“Nah, I just fired Jago.”

“Excuse me?”

Manny lifted his shoulders, “she’s been slipping lately and not following directions. Want to know what the main one was today? Not for you to be out here for more than three hours. I called to check on you, you didn’t return any of my calls or texts so I checked with Jago and she told me you’ve been out here for hours.”

“You did not have to fire the lady! Do you know how much work I put in? Cleaning bird feeders and their baths, preparing new beds, putting down fresh mulch—

Manny sniffed and held his palm out, “I knew I smelled something, didn’t believe for a second it could be my woman.”

“Analyzing the front yard,” you took a deep inhale before continuing, ignoring the man who’s eyes sparkled in humor at him trying to get on your nerves, “which needs so much more work than back here. I have to start a compost pile for the lawn and probably fertilize.” You rambled with a shake of your head, pressing the side of your forearm against your edges which were of course sweated out.

Manny pressed his elbows onto his knees and felt his thick brows furrowing, “Whoa. Whoa. Imma stop you right there, mama. We not doin’ all that. You not doing all that. I know people that can do that shit for us.”

“Who? the brothers your beefing with from Santo padre? They might fuck up my garden for fun since they don’t like Yuma’s asses.” You scoffed.

Manny laughed, “Relax, I got other connects. Remember my ‘ol boy, Mick? He got primos in Harlem that have their own business. I could always give them a call.”

“Please, I know how to manage my own garden, okay.” You groaned as you maneuvered your body by pulling your legs out from under you to lay flat on your back on a nearby blanket, “this gives me something to do while I’m out on maternity leave.”

Manny hummed as he silently watched you, noticing how you kept twisting your legs from side to side while keeping your palms down on the blanket. He moved to grip your ankles, catching your tired eyes as they flicked to his.

“Your hips are hurting aren’t they?”

“No.” You groaned at the aching that circulated your body, “it’s mostly my back.”

Manny pursed his lips, “yeah, you’re done. I already have the bath downstairs all set up for you. The food should be here in fifteen minutes and we’ll chill out on the couch for the night, yeah?”

“Sounds good.” You closed your eyes, “if only I felt like moving.”

“Uh huh, what happened to all that energy minutes ago when you were trying to stab me in the neck?” He flicked your lower leg meat.

He let you relax for five more minutes when he didn’t get a response, but of course he went back to slightly bugging you to get up. You leaned into him, waddling as he led you back into the house which he made sure was secure behind you soon to be four. Manny led you through the house, down the narrow hallway to one of the bathrooms.

While you yawned, manny tended to you after you took your bathroom break, helped you strip out of your clothes while feeling on your bump before guiding you into the tub, he brought your skincare to you and watched as you did that on your own before carefully dumping water over your face to rinse the residue off, then leaving shortly, he came back with cucumber and lemon water for you to sip on while he rubbed down your shoulders and upper back for a bit before truly leaving you alone to soak.

Sure you and Manny came from two separate lifestyles and had to adjust as a married couple. It was not always sunshine and roses, however when it tended to “be” you never took those moments for granted.

When he came back for you, you couldn’t help but to place multiple tender kisses to his plump ones in thanks, which he seemed to appreciate. The new tweaks in the night routine (which included bio oil and rightfully so saving your haircare for tomorrow) allowed you two to spend more time together; although it almost always felt brief in the morning once manny headed out for the day. He was also in loungewear now, smelling of fresh linen and vetiver as he led you to the sitting room at the front of the house, where dinner was already waiting at the coffee table.

Plopping down onto the leather sofa, you slouched down against the arm of the chair while manny handed over your meal before grabbing his own. He had to angle his body since you made yourself comfortable by placing your slightly swollen feet on his lap.

“This stuffed crab is hitting but you know what would really satisfy this craving?” You asked Manny, who tilted his head as he smacked on his smoked chicken.

“Lambis.” You mentioned, which was not what Manny was expecting.

Manny hummed, “oh so you craving your roots, huh mama? I’m sure I could find you some snails out in the yard tho…until we can actually take that trip to Martinique.”

“Ew, the disrespect. Don’t say shit like that to aggravate me when you’ve been doing so well since we got inside.” You scrunched up your nose while you glanced out the front doubled window.

The buzzed hair man laughed, “eat your food, y/n. Close your eyes and just imagine, that’s kinda what we have to do lately.”

“Oh I’m grateful, I just know the babies aren’t.”

“Must be from your side of the family, then.” Manny joked but stopped when you lifted your foot to kick his thigh.

A spasm went through your lower half in that moment, causing you to stop mid-chew and clench your pelvic floor. Manny sat up immediately noticing the discomfort in your facial expression and sighed. He placed his own food back on the coffee table and gently took yours from you, you started to whine in protest but clenched your fist as another spasm started to hit.

Manny licked his fingertips before he pressed his kneecaps into the noisy leather couch he loved so much. “Aight, y/n enough of the bullshit. I told you not to work so hard—

“Sorry but I really don’t want to hear this.”

Giving you a blank stare he suddenly ordered, “legs up.”

“What?”

“Look here, I’ve been trying to help your hardheaded ass since I got home and clearly Jody and sweetpea are kicking your ass from the inside out so please, ma. Just let me try something and when it works, you’ll be good to go I promise.” Manny told.

Sighing you began to lift your legs straight up but halted briefly, “I know you didn’t just up and decide to name our kids off some characters from a John singleton movie.”

Manny smirked but quickly shushed you and gripped your legs higher up into the air, as far as your body would allow you to stretch before he guided your hands to hold the tips of your toes backwards. He scooted forward to lock his arms around your thighs to help steady you, while you breathed and felt the pressure relieve.

“…you think this position is how I ended up like this?”

Manny snorted out a laugh as he shifted your thighs to get a good look at you, who had one eye open, “this is the only position I remember the instructor telling us about whenever you get spasms.”

“Yeah, I wonder why…” you teased with a shake of your head.

Manny licked his bottom lip before sending you a smirk and a kiss your way.

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Continue along with my anthology spring prompts here.

[lil-miss-eeveearchive-blog]

so y’all remember that drawing of pin i drew yesterday?? well now it’s become it’s own au. the fear garden au. and....... i love it??? so have some doodles

[mcmoth]

[ID: a compilation of doodles of c!Tommy smiling. They all show only his bust, and in this design, he has long, sharp, expressive ears. In the top left corner, he is laughing, mouth wide with his fangs showing, and his eyes are closed in joy. In the top middle, he is looking down and to his left with a fond, bright expression. In the top right corner, he is wearing armor and resting the axe of peace over his shoulder, and his grin is cocky, appearing victorious. In the middle one, he is sitting in the grass with his tongue sticking out as he concentrates on the ground. His face is a bit dirty and he is holding a gardening trovel. In the down left corner, he has a fluffy blanket around his shoulders, and his smile is teary, as if overjoyed after a crying session. And in the down right corner, it is night, and he is laying in the grass with Tubbo on his right and Ranboo to his left, heads smushed close together. Tubbo is pointing a finger up into the sky while they are presumably watching the stars. End ID.]

Happiness comes in different forms....

Aka I just wanted to doodle c!Tommy smiling and being happy </3

[zachsgamejournal]

PLAYING: Röki

I'm really enjoying this. It's turning out to be both more epic than I expected, and more emotional. Not super heavy hitting, but deeper than I thought it would go...

The Story

So we know from the beginning that the brother and sister's mother died and the dad has basically lived at the bottom of a bottle while the older sister has taken care of everything. I kinda missed it, but there's a old legend about the guardians. I guess a woman guardian wanted to marry a human and have a child, and the other guardians didn't like that and banished her.

So moving forward, I'm on a quest to awaken the guardians and enlist their help. It seems the creature that kidnapped the brother was meant to be the child of the female guardian that wanted to marry a human. Her child is beastly, so they kidnap kids to try and force a transformation. Until Lars (the younger brother) it always failed, but he has some sort of magic that's allowing him to withstand the process.

As the beast-kid shrinks to child size, he and Lars are playing and starting to get to know each other. It's kinda cute...though horrifying because Lars's soul is being sucked from his body.

Along the way, I've met some characters: a couple of trolls, some frog-like dudes and their mother, the Yule Cat (whose legend is fucking terrifying), and some weird water thing with multiple hands that apparently likes to lure children into the water--for what purpose, I'm not sure, but if he's unsuccessful, he then is helpful.

It's pretty dark, which I guess most Norse legends are dark? But they've soften the legends a bit. Every creature has mostly been nice or helpful. There was a particular creature pulled me underwater, but it didn't seem to want to kill me. Just have some company while I starved to death...

Even the guardians that I've not started to awake are pretty aggressive. One was a bear, the other a wolf. They've both threatened to eat me. It's interesting. The story is walking a thin line between cynical and toxic positivity. It's like Nightmare Before Christmas, you're just never sure if it's appropriate for children or not.

What's interesting about the story is the bad-lady seems to have been unjustly cursed. She's not "evil" just doing evil things...Which means she's still kind of evil. But her opponents might not be any better than she, and are likely just as much to blame in some instances.

Gameplay

Ultimately I consider this a point-n-click game. But there's Zelda-64-esque qualities about it too. I wish it leaned more into the point-n-click, such as not making me move the character around manually. Just let me click for movement. Because there's lots of backtracking and it's just walking. You don't get dodge, duck, dip, dive, and dodge your way through the environment. (Though there is a fast-travel system with magic tree-portals, which is cool.) There's also two points (so far) where the game becomes a little more Zelda.

Typically point-n-click games have one solution per item you pick up. The game is figuring out why the game has allowed you to pick up an item and how to use it. It's a key that unlocks only 1 door. It's a funny thing about point-in-click games: you'll often solve puzzles for a random item that you don't know will be useful until an hour later. And we're fine with that.

But Roki has introduced two tools that keep getting reused: the dagger and trovel. I love how Zelda finds a million uses for tools and weapons. But for a point-n-click, it's a little weird. It's especially frustrating because you can't just equip these items to the c-buttons for impromptu use. You have to go into the menu and activate them.

This becomes especially frustrating when you have to rearrange mushrooms and change their sizes with a magic wand. Because the game is saying "one puzzles, one solution" experimenting with different possible uses of an item is frustrating. At one point in the game you have to escape a giant light sensitive spider by placing angled mirrors around the environment. There was a lot of backtracking and experimenting. And every time I placed or removed a mirror the spider had to say something. It wasn't...fun.

BUT still, the puzzles are good and I'm enjoying the game. Interestingly, the puzzles keys and solutions are spread out across the map. So you'll find a puzzle that can't be solved till much later. It also allows puzzles to be solved in almost any order. But i did run into an issue with a puzzle. Early in the game you get access to a "castle" with a graveyard out front. Right at the beginning I read some graves, but it was hours later before that became relevant. So by the time I needed to revisit that place, I had totally forgotten anything that would have informed that solution.

Oh, there's been some interesting surreal dream sequences. They really dig into the emotion and story of the main character, and how she's struggled with the loss of her mom. I'm guessing that she's been so busy taking care of her brother and dad, she hasn't had the space to deal with her own grief.

The game is great and I'm really enjoying it.

[thecrazyworldbuilder]

drow names according to the procedural markov name generator who was fed with the entirety of the drow dictionary from chosen of eilistraee combined with a pinch of names of magic spells

A'lammixes Abacion Abalow Abbauseve Abdong Abice Ac'rin Accop Acqu'ta Aderin Adougesso Afeep Ageru Ainflen Al'ce Albhuug Allishir Amile Anaust Anthi Areng Arfean Arnenth Ashasai Ashos Asinggless Assesse Astup Ateledoss Athinoares Atilenes Atteed Balvil Banddinder Bangetres Batholigoyl Bau'rain Bek'turl Belgholtarm Bicticeres Bides Bitedis Blecrut Boresnends Borran'ae Braysoft Brear Brecieves Bresers Brieskin Britalen Bross Butehm C'riless Caknint Calconse Callesisera Caludeb Camzithight Caphojjus Carksake Caunly Cha'una Chale Chandissuu Ching Chiragynne Chiriontahn Claction Clorl Cluessuch Cogath Coless Collinggs Collsh'al Colort Comense Commactin Commagrath Contanke Cou'neivil Coupen Cousbyrry Coven'el Crearn Crent Croved Cruitzen D'cap D'jau Da'zand Dalifice Dar'og Daril Dence Dervatone Dical Diluff Dinotebol Dioniya Disohk Dobsos Donkyns Dorienlyn Dosenspens Downe Drach Drage Drahanith Dreakar Droul Drowabahlat Dryer Du'ow Duarr Dunfulin Duulge Eakring Eanuirgth Eassin Eleki Elespenceb Elggivazzk Ellut Elplang Enszitieve Evede Explozence Fatelggi Fawed Fercheklu Ferno Ferssiouss Fervist Fewae Fiesmin Fighs Fillen Firealin Fison Fithuetrae Flook Folin Fortha Forthuee Foutul Fremor Fruersom Frussunth Ful'es Fuloodep Fut't Fyrrus G'tral Ghak'tien Ghter Gorvires Groth Guatemmirth Gurew Gurvic Gusate H'len Ha'ne Hadong Haillard Haling Hatte Haved Hings Honthurg Hor'zurl Horty Hosie Hourradly Huravhedoct Hutter Icappeak Icksvershe Ilnalan Iluryuidess Imfuldriyk In'suiereve Indossiguer Ineounwaet Inglist Inhishaner Iniya Insujr Inszithin Inueroring Ith'arthing Iziks Izitionoure Izitteent Ja'then Jaaredeass Jabban Jabsubaus Jaken Jakin Jalem Jil'que Jim'tg Jivvir Joirly Judondthal Julights K'zandrave K'zili Karnau Kartaunt Kelvenn Keuty Kevving Kiatuney Kitywalf Klespern Kludynnhel Knaady Knince Kobode Kohlau Kopent Kr'neth Kryorae Kullek Kumor'entit Kunah Kyingzt Kyorrus Kyrrian Kyrxlemook L'uinessine Laccon Lainevel Lameburyn Letes Liave Likon Lilyn Lintithalen Liste Llames Llausar Llero' Llight Lohlynnhin Loisha'arty Lomed Loody Losmissing Lospery Lossinthuen Lothona Lotily Lurr'a M'asekessaa Magerillin Magess Magesse Maghteel'ri Mainarives Mallater Mancest Mardon Mariffer Matur Mauger Mauste Mideene Moliggessaa Moragg Moragly Mords Moujo Moust Mover Mrignow Mrusinh Murds Myrrjak Myrrs N'klnoan N'lit Naadorl Naselge Natur Necin Neeathue Nefsil Nespe Nessirael Niqueszits Nised Nitang Nneve Nosse Nzhirng Obana Ofassid Ogynnhuenin Ortal Oubans Owercorr Pakphluid Pallarith Panselba Paragetion Pasts Pat'ss Pathususval Pecider Pellyand Phlna Phran Phynibeld Playarn Plinn Porbid Porfeed Pothla Prady Prole'ssus Quarinnest Queeknus Quelth Quirn Quorinbauds Ra'il Raelit Raluthin Ranau Raternatt Ratins Rattyn Reeith Renarn Rendery Repil Rer'le Rifechum Rithirtaar Rneorth Roespi'uen Rrealavoks Ru'awre Ru'xonest Rul'ality Sacce Saddrasarl Scalls Scha'ryen Schelg Sclak Sconiminggs Se'ngzul Sedal Seemson Sehuk Seipual Selass Senth Shang Shanx Shatilt Shii'sh Shiimfear Shran Shryany Siird Singulearst Smoin Smothang Somman Sorsons Speriarce Sping Spinging Spir'or Ssaded Ssares Ssorul Ssring Ssuu'n Stayinco Stenostrose Stinuluts Stionge Stior Stoorte Stu'mor Suara Sumbratiz'r Sumidnar Sunar Suprathini Susehalkild Suucks Suul'dang Swaskel Szil'ar Szithed T'kaing Takressing Taling Tallouwunin Tandane Targhal' Tassym'utsa Tcarsond Thirow Thlatic Throp Tinohen Tlyuv To'umpts Tobon Toller Tooffte Torterway Townsuck Treseeve Tring Trort'rilni Trovel Truessver Trundert Trupperned Trusvar Turches Turlinothir Twere Twers Uctirhery Ulistalii Ulliginerty Umpel Unaroth Undor Unenda Untress Ustrus Uylat's

[invisiblebounds-ffxiv]

~ Not tribal but It’s my primal! ~ F’raneh Yamir

Music Theme

The Inferno Jacket rocks! This item will be added to the rewards of the next Moogle Treasure Trovel so... Here I go! (ò.ó)!

[jaskiersvalley]

Its not a prompt really more an observation that you are responsible for a completely wet table after I spilled my tea while reading "the porny bard" and now I am completely wet because I spilled my second tea to the other headline "oh what a hairy valley it is" and yess although me and everything around (including my cat as I see now) are completely covered in black tea I am in love with your blog...

Nonnie, firstly, please send my apologies to your cat, it is a fate most foul that has befallen them. Secondly, MARRY ME! Because you’re the first person to have not just pointed that out but also found it funny (and bad enough to spill tea over. Twice.). You have succeeded in putting a massive smile on my face, thank you. And, as a way to express my gratitude, a story that is based on truth from a very good friend of mine (who knows this tumblr exists - if you’re reading this, hello and sorry for stealing your life experience for fanfic!).

Buying a house together was a big investment but Jaskier was ready. While neither he, nor Geralt were really the type to settle. Their friends often called the ‘The Nomadic Himbo and his Bimbo’ which would have been a great band name but Geralt growled and that was the end of that idea. Instead, they bought a house, something for them to fix up and make into a home together.

It was such a nice day, Jaskier wanted to go out and they had a garden now which was just perfect because he found a forgotten bag of potatoes. Which was perfect to plant even if they couldn’t be eaten, right? So there Jaskier was, digging away when his little trovel hit something hard. He thought he had found treasure and excitedly began to dig.

The screech of “Geralt!” rang through the house and Jaskier was haring it into the kitchen. “Geralt! There’s a tortoise. Buried in our garden!”

After a bit of grumbling and disbelief, Geralt deigned to head outside and look at Jaskier’s find, not believing for one second that there was a tortoise buried in the garden.

“It’s an ornament,” Geralt said after one look and shrugged. “Dig it out, we’ll bin it.”

“Oh fuck! There’s a leg!” Jaskier was on the verge of dramatic tears as he took in a leg. “Look. He’s got it out.” He poked it with a trovel and it moved. Jaskier screamed and launched himself at Geralt. Who was also looking at the tortoise in mild horror.

“It moved! It’s alive, Geralt! It’s alive!” Jaskier wasn’t wailing but he was definitely dramatically over the top. “We have a tortoise buried in our garden. What do we do?”

The potatoes were all but forgotten as Geralt watched the tortoise in horror. “Fuck. I’ll got make a few calls.”

Because they were bound to have friends who were better equipped to deal with a tortoise than they were. Not Lambert though - he suggested looking up recipes. Yennefer suggested the nearest bin. Even Cahir was reluctant to take it in, claiming he already had enough animals in his house which was accompanied by an annoyed “oi” from somewhere behind him. When Geralt tried Eist (because Calanthe would never agree) in the hopes they wanted a tortoise for Ciri, he at least got a bit of advice. They could ask their new neighbours if they had lost a tortoise. Though that did require being sociable and that was going to be Jaskier’s job.

Going back out into the garden, Geralt wasn’t surprised to note that Jaskier had stopped using his trovel and was pulling things off with his hands. A head popped out of the mess.

“Geralt! Look! I wonder if he has a soft head.” Jaskier looked mesmerised. He reached to tap the tortoise’s head in a gentle pat and there was a clink. Frowning, Jaskier tapped a little harder.

Betrayed, he looked up at Geralt, who knew in that moment what had happened. “It’s a fucking ornament, isn’t it?”

Reaching for the leg, Jaskier gave it a tug and it broke away, revealing the crumbling plaster from the broken part at the end of the stump.

That afternoon, while Jaskier went shopping, Geralt had a very important job. So, by the time Jaskier got home, there was a freshly cleaned and glued tortoise statue by the door. There was even a little ribbon tied in a bow around its neck. It took all of Jaskier’s self control not to kick it.

[gyventicom]

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