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bunnydol · 6 months

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the corn maze

alex the farmer x fem!afab!reader

contents: exhibitionism, public, almost caught, established relationship, dom/sub dynamic, use of “sir”, slight degradation, spanking (f!receiving), spit, choking, piv, fingering (f!receiving), mention of breeding, overstim, ask to tag

w/c: ~2.7k

from the cottage: the corn maze was a big hit this year! odd how all those puddles got in the hay, though. it didn’t rain…

++Love ++Exhibitionism

it had been your idea to open up a corn maze this fall.

granted, it was a hell of a lot of work, given the amount of corn that needed to be grown into an intricate pattern, making sure there was enough hay on the ground so mud wouldn’t permeate through and get everyone’s boots dirty. the preparations had started in late summer, and now, by late fall, your shared side hustle was booming. the young orphan kids all pooled money to take the bus and get out to the farmlands to enjoy the fall festivities, some of the townsfolk drove their way out to see what the two of you had put together.

you huffed as you lugged over one of the last hay bales into the cow feeders, wiping your gloved hands on the front of your dress before walking over to your long-term boyfriend (“s’ already like we’re married, don’tcha think? i can get ya a ring, but yer already my li’l wife.”), peeling your gloves off and holding them out for him to take. “cows are fed. did you feed the dogs?”

“mhm,” alex hummed, taking your gloves and shoving them in the back pocket of his overalls for now. “dogs are fed, horses are gettin’ ready to be turned in. sun’s still high, though.”

you glanced up towards the early dusk sun, the bright orange burning your eyes a bit, but making you smile. “true. and there’s still plenty of people coming in to run around the maze… have you gone in at all yet?”

“hm? no, i haven’t. been too busy makin’ sure everyone paid before going in.'' he took his hat off to run his wide fingers through his hair, keeping it away from his forehead before setting his hat back down.

everything he did was attractive, somehow. “i haven’t been inside either, not since we laid the hay down.” you cocked your head slightly, smiling up at him as you reached for his hand. “you wanna take a try with me?”

“i mean…” he furrowed his brows in thought, glancing over to where the cattle were munching on the fresh hay, where the dogs were barking at a snake slithering under the fencing of the chicken coop.

“please? we can take a little break, right? we didn’t take one at lunch, so…” you trailed off, flashing puppy eyes at him, and you felt him deflate with a sigh and squeeze your hand.

“i s’pose we can- woah!” alex let out a grunt as you suddenly yanked him forward, tugging him towards the entrance of the maze you had both worked so hard on. he caught up, of course, smiling down at your happiness as you both stepped onto the well-trodden hay path and started your journey.

in hindsight, you thought as you rounded another corner, and then another, and then another, perhaps you should have drawn a map.

“didn’t we pass that stalk five minutes ago, babe?” alex quipped from behind you as you turned left down a passage you thought you definitely hadn’t been down before, only to find yourself in a clearing completely surrounded by corn stalks on three sides. another dead end.

you groaned and put your head in your hands, turning to face your boyfriend and walking right into his chest on purpose. “we’re lost.”

“we’re not lost, we jus’ took a wrong turn somewhere…” alex mumbled, tipping his chin down to kiss the top of your head. “it’s fine. here, rest up, huh? lemme see if i can take a look over the stalks…”

he put his broad palms on your sides and guided you towards a hay bale that was set up for people that were in your situation, lost and trying to get their bearings from being turned around so many times.

the backs of your knees hit the bale, and you collapsed onto it with a soft oof, dropping your hands from your face to look up at alex as he walked towards the left wall of corn and tried to tug some of it down. “alex, no, c’mon, don’t break the stalks, there’s still a few more weeks of fall…” you whined at him, causing him to give you a look over his shoulder. “we’re lost, babygirl. i don’t give a shit if i tug down a few stalks. we got hundreds more.”

“but i grew these all myself!” you pouted at him, that old brattiness bubbling up as you simmered in your frustration. “don’t be rude, why don’t you put me on your shoulders or something?”

“i can handle it, doll,” he sighed, already sensing in the back of his mind that you were staring daggers at his back as he tugged some of the stalks forward again to see over them.

“alex, seriously, let me get on your shoulders. you’re being stupid, don’t ruin the maze.” you got to your feet, and managed to get two steps in before he turned around and had one of his large hands clasped around your neck. he didn’t squeeze, not just yet, but he grabbed you, effectively scruffing you and making your mouth shut tight.

“i said i got it, baby girl. where’d your attitude come from, huh?” he tilted his head, blocking your eyes from the sun and standing you in his shadow. you saw the glint of his eyes perfectly now, the burning of his red hair under the brim of his hat, the sweat from a day’s work and all the walking you both just did beading at his hairline.

you swallowed thickly, feeling your throat bob under his hand. “i just don’t want your big hands to tear a new path in the maze. it’s cheating.”

“cheatin’?” he knitted his brows together as he applied a little pressure to the sides of your neck, “what’s cheatin’ is makin’ me wait until all these people get home for me to touch ya.”

your breath hitched as you felt his other hand snake along your side. for a brief moment, you recalled far earlier in the day, when the guests had started to arrive, when he tried to bend you over the porch railing and take you right there. you had pushed him off and promised him later, honey, we’ll get caught out here!

“alex, we can’t, not here, there’s-”

“i bet yer still not wearin’ anything under here, hm?” he glanced down at the hem of your dress, his fingers dancing over it before flipping the skirt up to reveal your bare pussy to him. you hissed from the breeze and squirmed to get away, but he just gripped your throat tighter.

you knew he could see how you were already getting wet for him.

“we’re lost, ‘member?” he asked, pulling you in close to him, bringing his chest to yours as he studied your face. “i don’t think anyone’s come by this li’l corner since we got in here. think you’ll let me finish what i started this morning?”

you didn’t really get a say, nor were you going to stop him.

he let go of your throat to spin you around to face the hay bale you had been sitting on, pressing his chest against your back to walk you over to it. his broad hand pressed between your shoulder blades, and you were forced forward, hands landing on the gritty straw with a whimper of discomfort. “alex-”

“aht. manners, doll, since ya wanna catch an attitude with me.” his hand came down on your ass over the thin material of your dress, making you gasp and bite down on your lip to try and keep quiet.

“sir,” you breathed out, correcting yourself as you pressed your ass back against the growing bulge in his overalls, “we shouldn’t, we’re gonna get caught! someone’s gonna-”

“quiet,” he retorted, leaning his weight over you and reaching a hand around to grab your face and squeeze your cheeks between his fingers and thumb. “you keep whinin’ about gettin’ caught, but you just keep on yappin’. why not try moaning instead, baby?”

you whined when you felt him grind his bulge against your pussy over your dress, uncomfortable with the amount of fabric between your pussy and his cock.

“please,” you whimpered out, but it sounded more like pweath with how he was gripping your face.

he hummed against your ear as he used a free hand to flip the skirt of your dress up over your hips, revealing your glistening folds to the open air once again. “i know yer a slut, but ya always surprise me.” he managed to lean back just enough to spit onto your drippy hole, making you moan softly and bite down hard on your lip.

then you felt his girthy middle finger protrude into your entrance, and your head started to spin, just as it always did when he started to work you open.

alex chuckled as your head fell forward and your arms started to struggle with holding yourself up. his free arm came to wrap around your neck, lifting your head back up for you. “there ya go, baby. see? all better. ‘s a good thing we got lost, hm? finally got ya where i wanted ya this morning, all pretty ‘nd bent over ‘nd wet for me.”

his breath was hot against your cheek as his finger pumped in and out of you, curling against the spongy spot he had learned was your favorite (it had took him long enough to find it, the bastard). as you could do was whimper behind your swollen, bitten lip, trying not to cry out to avoid being caught by any of the patrons still wandering the maze.

one wrong turn by anybody could get you both caught, and the thought sent a thrill down your spine and made you gush as he inserted a second wide finger into your pulsing hole. he curled and scissored his fingers against your gummy walls, laughing quietly at your fucked out expression.

“what, does my baby wanna get caught? always such a whore, wantin’ everyone to see this pretty pussy ‘n this tight ass. better be quiet when i fill you with my cock.”

you moaned before slapping a hand over your mouth, squirming as his fingers curled just right. he flexed his arm around your throat and made you wheeze, your hips bucking involuntarily.

he was going to be the death of you.

you whined behind your hand as he pulled his fingers out from you, your pussy clenching around nothing, neglected clit hard and aching. alex used his soaked fingers to fumble with the button and the fly of his overalls, struggling and grunting until he was able to free his fat, leaky cock from the confines of the denim.

you felt the heat of his heavy cock against your thigh, your mind racing. you always cried out when he managed to push all the way in, the tip of his cock always threatening to bruise your cervix, but you couldn’t this time, not here, in the middle of the corn maze the two of you were hosting.

alex should consider himself lucky you haven’t kicked him away from you (as if you could – you were strong from years of farm work, sure, but alex was wide and far, far stronger than you were. you didn’t stand a chance).

“gonna be good n’ let me fuck you how i want? gonna stay quiet?” he mumbled into your shoulder, and you managed a nod from over where his arm was wrapped around your neck.

“good,” he purred, his voice dropping even lower as he tapped the drippy head of his thick cock against your entrance, “then keep your pretty mouth shut just this once. don’t get us in trouble.”

his teeth sunk lightly into your shoulder as he bullied his way into your pussy, the head of his cock popping in with a wet sound. your legs were shaking and your breath was caught in your throat, unable to stop the cry that bubbled up behind your hand.

he pushed deeper, deeper, deeper into you, groaning against your skin. it wasn’t the first time, far from it, but you always felt like it was because of the sheer size of him.

you felt his tip bump against your cervix and his heavy balls smack against your clit, making you twitch harshly. your legs, feeling like gelatin, almost gave out from under you, but lucky enough for you, alex had his arm wound around your neck.

he barely gave you time to adjust before he was pulling his hips back and thrusting hard into you again, starting a brutal pace. he was holding you up, one arm around your neck, his other hand splayed on your stomach to hold you back against him as he railed into you with force.

you slapped both hands over your mouth as you gurgled and moaned behind them, feeling your eyes roll back as his tip kissed your cervix over and over again. it felt like the air was being punched from your lungs.

“ha-ah, that’s it baby girl, just like that, doin’ so well f’ me,” he groaned against your ear, much more quiet and composed than you were.

his balls smacked against your clit over and over, the wet pap, pap, pap of his hips colliding with your ass barely audible over the sound of the wind and the people in the maze chatting with one another.

you squeezed your eyes shut as you felt him grip onto you a little harder; you were close, already on the edge after being spread open by his fingers.

“close already, doll? feel that good? or is it ‘cause we’re outside, fuckin’ like animals? ‘s that it? you like being bred like this? hah?” alex laughed breathily at your trembling form, holding you up as you clenched tightly around him. your head was fuzzy and swimming, lightheaded from being pounded and from feeling like you weren’t getting enough air.

“fuck, yer grippin’ me so tight- you gonna cum for me? gonna cum all over this cock right here, out in the open? c’mon, wanna feel you cum all over me, cum for me, cum cum cum-” he accentuated his words with deep thrusts of his cock inside your leaking pussy, and just as he demanded, you creamed and gushed all over the front of his overalls with a shout muffled behind shaking hands. your whole body shook from the force of how hard it washed over you, your knees buckling once again.

alex groaned into your skin and tucked his nose into the crook of your neck. he didn’t stop – he never did until he could cum inside your little cunt. you whined out loudly behind your hands, the feeling of him fucking into you just as hard and his balls smacking against your achy clit slowly becoming too much to bear.

your squirming seemed to egg him on, however, as the hand splayed on your stomach wrapped around your form to pin you to his chest, keeping you steady on your feet. “gonna cum inside this fuckin’ cunt, yeah, gonna fill that little hole up with my cum, oh g-god-”

it didn’t take him too much longer to moan out into the open air and fill you to the brim with cum, almost immediately forming a frothy white ring around the base of his cock as he fucked it deep into you. you whimpered with him, eyes fluttering and tears cooling against your cheeks.

alex chuckled softly as he slowly, slowly pulled out of you, softening cock popping out and leaving you clenching around nothing. you shuddered as you felt his cum start to drip from your hole, but his fingers were there to save the day, pushing it back in. “don’ waste it…”

you panted and finally removed your hands from your mouth, turning your head to catch his lips in a kiss. “you’re insatiable.”

“not my fault you got us put in a secluded spot without li’l panties on.” he shrugged, ever relaxed, even now as he held you up from falling.

“how are we supposed to get out now? i can’t walk…” you whined at him, and he chuckled as he tucked his cock away with one hand, using the other to support your weight.

“i know where the exit is. i’ll just carry ya.”

“you knew?!”

#alex the farmer #alex the farmer x reader #alex dol #alex dol x reader #dol x reader #degrees of lewdity x reader #⋆.ೃ࿔*:･ alex the farmer

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floydmtalbert · 4 months

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“endless” and “return” from this prompts list, requested by @mercurygray ‘for your newest-to-you fandom!’

Okay, so we all said we wouldn’t come up with OCs for MotA before the show even came out, but, well. Meet Rosie Clifton, ATA pilot, who strolled into my head before I could tell her to wait her turn.

Twice a week she is put on taxi duty, flying the Anson from airfield to airfield to ferry the pilots to their next delivery. In the bluish half-light of dawn she taxies out and takes off, feeling the familiar and still-thrilling swoop in her stomach as the machine finally lifts into the air. She is kept busy through the day, and in the evening she makes the rounds again, picking up the pilots close enough to the pool to bring back; the others are fated for an overnight stay somewhere, or a nighttime journey by rail, sitting on their flight bags in the corridor of a cramped and stuffy train.

It is the end of a glorious day in late summer. This is the time she loves the most, the image to hold on to in the depths of winter, shivering in some draughty dispersal hut: the sun slipping beneath the clouds and gilding their edges, the sea still, today, and shining like beaten copper, the fields and waterways of the Fens and Broads stretching out beneath her, seemingly endless, disappearing into the golden haze along the horizon. Trees and churches and windpumps cast long shadows; she catches sight of the shadow of the Anson, too, rippling across salt marsh and grassy farmland, across rivers and woods.

Behind her, along the length of the fuselage, her passengers are shouting to each other, trying to make conversation over the roar of the engines. Rosie is quite content in her solitude. She could fly on and on like this, chasing the lowering sun forever westwards.

She follows the curve of the coast, flying low, glimpsing a train, billowing steam, cars on the roads, the white sails of small boats on the rivers. The sun glints off something in the far distance: barrage balloons around London. She crosses the Deben, the Orwell, the Stour, and turns the aeroplane inland, skirting the smoke over the city.

They return home by following the edge of the Chilterns, and Rosie lands back at White Waltham in the gathering dusk almost in a daze, her legs adjusting to the ordinariness of walking and her head still in the clouds, sunlit and perfect.

#If there's one thing you should know about me it's that I'm going to describe a sunset #Thanks Merc! It was good to get something down for Rosie #OC: Rosie Clifton #My writing

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oldfarmhouse · 1 year

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𝐏𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐡 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐚𝐭 𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐤🎇

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#porch sitting #farmhouse swing #farmland at dusk #golden hour

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dinosaurchurch · 2 months

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Füssen and the surrounding countryside.

August 25th 2023.

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suxxesphoto · 10 months

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South Downs Falmer Road Sunset

First photography walk of July 2023 was a scout over a section of the south downs from Falmer road near Brighton. The intention was to photograph golden hour and sunset. Continue reading Untitled

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#countryside #cumulus clouds #drought #dusk #farmland #golden hour #hills #sunset

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mizumech · 8 months

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Day 3: Saplings/Puppies

Hey, it’s mizumech and this is my submission for Day 3 of Treebarkweek! For this work, I used the prompt ‘saplings’ and combined it with Day 7’s ‘death’. The name of this work is ‘stationary nostos’ and it is 1110 words long. I reserve all rights to editing :)

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts.

By now, Dogwarts is no longer the great nation it once was. It is but a crumbling temple. Flat slabs of stone make some sort of altar, rainwater anointing it in its own sort of way.

Villager belief on the myth of this once-glorious kingdom differs.

Some say a divine woodspirit beheaded the Red King under the full moon.

Some say it was a ritual for power, to gain the blessing of a rabid God.

Some say it was a bandit who unknowingly mugged the king under cover of night.

The truth is…far from that.

But nobody knows what it is.

Sometimes children slip away from their mothers to play in that mist-shrouded castle, and come running back.

A ghost, they cry, he looked at me!

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and it becomes harder and harder to deny.

People do still tell the story of the Battles of the Banner, of the king and his loyal hand, bouncing children on their knees as they do.

People whisper that a whimsical tree grows from the blood of the Red King where he died; twisting itself in wait of a new woodspirit to crown him.

“Where was his rider-hand,” grandmothers laugh as the rhyme comes to a close, “Where is your rider?”

“Dead in the sand!”

The children laugh as they are tipped off their laps, because they know they are safe.

Someone will catch them.

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and he despairs in his loneliness.

The descendants of the sand hold onto an axe inscribed with archaic language not their own.

It’s one of their greatest war prizes, a symbol of strength and a beacon of hope and courage.

Wandering traders tell tales of the snowy north as they offer cacti and live saplings for emeralds, and scoff at the axes of the blacksmith.

They have a better one back home that will aid them should war come to them.

Descendants of the sand know of a huge chasm in the middle of the desert that they will never fill. Although they will never tell as to why, they do say it would be a cruelty to do so.

Their obelisks are carved with eyes, and the twilight dusk washes them purple.

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and there has been for a long time.

It’s not strange, really.

Martyn will never leave the love of his life.

Well, maybe that’s not true.

Dogwarts has never been the one he has loved most.

It would be better to say that he cherishes Dogwarts. He cherishes every stone and every moment he has spent with it.

But this is not Dogwarts.

A lifeless pile of stones does not make up what he remembers so clearly in his mind's eye.

A cracked altar does not constitute the bond he has felt and the life it has given him.

A once-dead farmland that now bristles with new life is closer, but could never compare to the days he spent in the sun with his lover, scattering wheat and planting carrots.

The habitual offerings of poppies and cherry from the villagers hoping to appease the ‘woodspirit’ within will never match up to the mead the kingdom once made and shared.

A tapestry woven of the tale hung on the wall will never, ever be a match for the love of his life.

Ren.

He mostly hisses at people for fun nowadays; just like the old times.

Killing someone from beyond the grave would be funny, if not impressive.

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and he paces the halls every day in search of the king.

They both died in Dogwarts, so how can it be that only he remains?

Martyn wishes on every sunrise and every sunset that it’s not true that Ren is trapped somewhere in the desert waiting for him.

He’s tried to leave Dogwarts once, only to be pulled back immediately once he reaches the border.

It’s a far cry from the wandering past he used to live.

It’s him and Ren forever. Through thick and thin.

What even is forever?

They’ve been apart for so long. Are they still together?

Are they?

Will they?

…forever?

His hands have been empty for so long. No warmth to them, no hand to hold. No blood on them, no axe to wield.

With every day, the throne gets colder, and his heart breaks a little more.

Forever, he thinks, as the sun goes down.

Forever, he pleads as the stars shine above him.

The Watchers eventually figure out that there is a ghost that dwells in the heart of Dogwarts.

They do much to make him leave.

They tempt him with the promise of the axe returning back to him.

But what is the point of an axe when there is no one to protect, he asks, why should I be content with an axe?

They make a ludicrously pathetic offer of a sapling.

The monopoly is long over, he says, why should I leave my vigil for a mere sapling?

They offer him the enchanting table. pretty much a collector’s relic in this time.

He hesitates.

I can no longer don armour and I have no need for money, Martyn says eventually, what can I do with an enchanting table?

The Watchers turn away from him.

“Ren,” he murmurs, “could you give me Ren?”

They ruefully shake their heads. One ties a sash of Dogwarts banner around his waist and one pushes a coral crown onto his head.

There, they say, that is your king.

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and none could possibly move him.

Villages come and go, and the kingdom’s well water swirls with copper coin tarnish.

Moss grows over the cobblestones and the earth slowly reclaims everything, and saplings pop up and flowers blanket it in the spring.

Go, the Watchers urge him, go. You will never find Ren anyways.

Martyn is stubborn. He will not be moved.

Forever is forever.

It’s not right, they say, it’s not right for a ghost to want to live.

My king lived, and he wanted to die to protect his kingdom, Martyn counters, is that any less right?

They have no answer for him, and so Martyn stays; Guardian of the Blackheart Altar and Hand of the Red King.

There is a ghost in the heart of Dogwarts, and Hand as he once was, he has now become the Heart of it.

Is it so wrong for a ghost to love?

#treebarkweek2023 #treebarkweek #martyn inthelittlewood #i don’t think this fic is qualified enough for a rendog tagging #tw: death #trafficshipping #3lshipping

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not-poignant · 1 year

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Hey Pia! Hope you're well (very new reader here).

I gather that you live in quite a rural area (?) what do you like about living there? What is the flora/fauna like? I'm from the UK and haven't really experienced other climates so I'm interested heh

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Hi hi anon!

I'm in what's classified as 'semi-rural' here in Western Australia, but basically it means that I am smack in the middle of dense suburbia, and then 10 minutes away from farmland and bushland on all sides, lol.

It's weird! Because it means we have a lot of amenities close by (though no hospitals or emergency care, they're all around 30-60 minutes away), but it also means when we travel out of the suburb, we often see kangaroos or alternatively alpacas and sheep (there's a lot of fleece farms up this way).

The weather here is actually quite Mediterranean (literally, Perth is classed as a 'Hot-summer Mediterranean climate' in the Koppen system). We can go months without rain. And we get around 139 clear days per year (no cloud cover), which means we're one of the sunniest capital cities in the world (to my endless dismay).

As to the animals *thinks* it's fairly normal to see kangaroos around here, at large parks and on farmland and clearings in bushland, and sometimes on the side of busy roads (which is not great). They are most common at dawn and at dusk. We also used to see wild emus for a while, but that was a few years ago, and I think this area is now too built up for it!

There are lots of parrots, and they're probably the most common birds we see, outside of like doves, Australian magpies (they are not Corvids), Australian ravens (they are Corvids), and birds of prey. The most common parrots we get up here are Carnaby's cockatoos, rainbow lorikeets, corellas, and pink & grey galahs. We also have a decent population of wood ducks, lol. And a lot of small songbirds. We get a lot of singing honeyeaters and brown honeyeaters in our garden.

Most of our trees aren't deciduous, so they keep their leaves all year round. And Eucalyptus are flowering trees. Right now all the jarrah trees are flowering all at the same time, with puffy huge white and cream blossoms, turning the bushland into the sound of lazy buzzing. Every day this week will be over 36C, so we make sure our birdbath is full, and the birds do actually use it. We have a garden, and I have mostly native plants in there, as well as some pots with curry plant (karapincha) and lemongrass, as well as rosemary, thyme and lavender.

When the weather is hot and there's clouds in the sky, we get the most amazing sunsets. My userpic is of a sunset that happened in my back garden.

These, for example, were all taken in the back garden:

And this is what most of the surrounding bushland around us looks like in summer:

And some extras:

#asks and answers #the clouds in western australia are something else #when i went to scotland and england and orkney #it was what i missed most #it was the first time i realised how profoundly #place and weather shapes the sky #and i should have realised that #but i'd never known it so viscerally until then #administrator gwyn wants this in the queue

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clintismoved · 3 months

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3-5 things associated with your muse.

emotions / feelings:

01. Prideful

02. Bold

03. Anger

04. Sorrow

05. Hardy

quotes:

01. ❝ Anyone ever tell you how your eyes sparkle when you're angry? ❞

02. ❝ I was just remembering how I used to be the one who always blew his stack. All of a sudden I feel old... real old. ❞

03. ❝ First sign of madness. Talkin' to yourself. First sign, definitely. Fishing's the second. ❞

04. ❝ Go out, fight hard, screw up. Save the world a few times... Just Keep taking the shots, okay? ❞

05. ❝ What I should have done is gone to Avengers Tower and killed him... Every second that this is allowed to continue, every second this madness goes on... is our fault. ❞

colors:

01. Lavender

02. Sky Blue

03. Sunflower yellow

04. Purple

05. Magenta

scents:

01. Coffee

02. Irish Spring

03. Lemon

04. Sandalwood

05. Smoke

clothing:

01. Leather jackets

02. Sunglasses

03. Sneakers

04. Hoodies

05. Henley shirt

objects:

01. Bow & Arrows

02. Ceramic mugs

03. Duct tape

04. Bottle caps

05. Switchblade

vices / bad habits:

01. Alcoholic

02. Nail biting

03. Destructive fidgeting

04. Flicks bottle caps

05. Leaves mugs and bottles around

body language:

01. Crossed arms

02. Rubbing back of neck

03. Scratching chin

04. Full body stretches

05. Rolling wrists

aesthetics:

01. Cowboys & Farmland

02. Asphalt & Concrete

03. Books collecting dust

04. Napkins wadded up & Empty paper cups

05. Sunrise Dawns & Sunset Dusks

songs:

01. Golden Boy by Bryce Fox -> Same shit, different day, saying things I shouldn't say / Flying off the handles but the people tell me "never change" / Wound up, watch me go, get your tickets to the show

02. Bad Luck by Noah Kahan -> What if I told you that I got sober? / That I got older? / That I got that tattoo off my shoulder / That I'm strong again, that I'm fun again, would you love me then?

03. arrow by half.alive -> The hardest place to be / Is right where you are / In the space between / The finish and the start / It's the arrow in your heart

04. American Pie by Don McLean -> So, bye-bye, Miss American Pie / Drove my Chevy to the levee, but the levee was dry / And them good ol' boys were drinkin' whiskey and rye / Singin', "This'll be the day that I die / This'll be the day that I die"

05. Another Name by Cold War Kids -> All the times I felt deserted / Old fears I had to unlearn / I couldn't stay there / You showed me how to take all my pain / Give it another name

tagged by; @prcspcr (peter ily and loved seeing this for spock)

tagging; @awbarnes-no, @biitchcakes, @neonwebs, @gammaragee, @strxngetimes, @amethystarrows, & anyone else would wants to snag, i really liked this one

#ooc -> dash games #[ ABOUT ] I guess I just need something or someone to believe in or maybe I just need someone who believes in me

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ALSMP Fanfic: Wherever These Flowers May Grow Ch 1

Characters: goddess!PearlescentMoon, actual!angel!Sausage, starborne!Scott; reintroducing: floran!Scott and introducing: floran!Sausage; with special guest Empires SMP S2 Joel, and a cameo by Origins SMP CaptainSparklez

Relationships: MythicalSausage/Scott Smajor

Tags: Canon Divergent, scosage, fluff

Warnings: Character Death (temporary as usual with this series), a tiny bit of angst

(Sequel to Echoing Through To You, When The Skies Cry, Until The Blood Moon Descends, and Then We’ll Rewrite the Stars)

Part Five of the Soul Liminality 2: I Would Die For You series.

(Also available on Ao3!)

Summary: Pearl sends Sausage and Scott on a mission to help out on another mortal world different from their old one. Scott finds himself returned to an old set of powers; Sausage gets new ones which, as it turns out, he has some trouble controlling. It’s not exactly a honeymoon trip, but they do meet a nice new godling while there.

[A/N: I missed writing these guys so here we are again! I guess you could say this completes the crossover between Afterlife and Empires that I implied with Pearl’s past in previous fics. | Shout out to Rendog for his amazing Gigaverse proposal, which I have implied a small bit here]

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Chapter One

The goddess PearlescentMoon tried to hide a yawn. Summits that required all deities of the universe to attend always ended up being tedious. There was inevitably someone who took up the allotted time for each session by going off on a tangent. Today was supposed to be the forum for making requests if anyone needed another god’s particular specialty. She had already answered a few asking for aid in developing farmlands and crop maintenance knowledge on the respective mortal worlds that they oversaw.

Currently someone was ranting about the distribution of stone types, which wasn’t in her portfolio so she tuned out and instead started making a mental list of which angels she would send to help out with the requests she had accepted so far. A different voice loudly cleared their throat. “Since we’re now almost out of time, I need to quickly ask – I have a world that needs revitalizing in far more areas than I can manage at the moment. If anyone has help they can spare who has knowledge of the care of flora and can be responsible about what will actually grow in particular climates, that would be appreciated. Right now, the helper my nature underling has is someone who thinks roses bloom when spring is still six weeks away and believes poinsettias will grow in snow.”

Pearl perked up with a smile. “Say no more. I have just the guy. And his husband.”

~*~

The new farmhouse that Sausage and Scott had been building together was coming along nicely. The atmosphere in Pearl’s realm was decidedly different from Heaven’s Reach, with flat farmlands all around their little private plot and a bit too much of the same range of colors with the purposeful arrangement of crop types in neat squares, but they made the most of it. They had their own personal garden full of silvery-white angelflowers and a contrasting dark blue flower with gold flecks on the petals: starflowers, as Pearl had named them, and had been her wedding gift to them.

They had thanked her and promptly planted them everywhere. At dusk the flowers would begin to release specks of glowing pollen, filling the air with bright motes, which was a sight they would sometimes sit to enjoy before Scott went off to tend to the distribution of stars across the mortal realms, ensuring there were enough of them visible to guide travelers and inspire creative souls.

Over the course of nine lives their fates became intertwined, and on the tenth life they found each other again beyond the mortal world. From angel Sausage began and to angel he returned, but with his rise from guardian to seraph he also had to return to the celestial realm, leaving Scott behind. Eventually Scott crossed into his final life, yet gained the form of starborne, allowing him to ascend to that plane as well and reunite. They found peace together once again, with only a few daily jobs to interfere.

Aside from general seraph duties, Sausage had once again taken up the mantle of architect of the realm, designing and building newer versions of structures that could be passed on to Pearl’s mortal followers. As such, the house had ended up a little cluttered with drafting supplies and building materials, since Sausage hadn’t yet made an actual storage place for himself. This led to there being times when they had to navigate around stacks of crates simply to get in and out of the door.

One morning, Sausage was in the process of trying to get things in order when Scott arrived home. The simple reverberation from the door was enough to send the overly tall stack beside it tumbling. Sausage’s reflex was to jump toward Scott to push him out of the way, but the starborne casually put up a hand and froze the boxes in mid-air with a change of gravity; with his other hand he stopped Sausage’s momentum, then he gave the seraph a little smile.

Sausage laughed awkwardly as he found his feet, folding his wings back in. “Oh, right, I don’t have to protect you as much anymore.”

“I don’t think that’s an instinct you will lose anytime soon,” Scott said with amusement. He reached for one of the falling boxes, plucking it from the frozen gravity and placing it in a new spot on the floor. He removed the rest the same way until there was less danger, then returned the gravity in that spot back to normal. His control over it was different from a gravital, but there were enough similarities that he had taken some of Sausage’s advice on a few tricks. “Although maybe one of these times you’ll remember that I can protect you, too.”

“I can think of a few times you saved my feathers. Remember that really bad storm?”

“How could I forget? Being cut off from daylight for that long was almost as tiring as winter. I still think it was crazy to try flying in that.”

“Hey, I was just trying to get home! I didn’t expect it to get that windy so fast! I still made it safely, though, right?”

“Sausage, just because you don’t need your other wings for flying doesn’t mean damaging only one of them counts as being ‘safe’.”

“Listen. Listen. That tree came out of nowhere. The wind threw it at me! It’s not like I thought to myself ‘Sausage, maybe you should rest for half a second. Two minutes. What do birds do in storms? They take cover under leaves. Or something. So, I just need to, like, perch somewhere for a teeny tiny bit, then get back to flying.’ Then, bam, big ol’ tree trunk hit me!”

“I know you told me this before, but I still do not believe an entire tree was uprooted and flung into your path. I had flowers panicking all around me, but they stayed in the ground.”

“That’s the thing! You weren’t there! And the wind is much worse higher up, those air currents get really crazy!”

“Boy, have I got news for you about the upper atmosphere,” Scott teased. “Anyway, how about we get back to the present and start doing something to clean this up? Why don’t we make that today’s project – before we run out of space in here?” He smiled and hefted the box he had recently put down. “You have a dozen storage building designs. Pick one, and we’ll make changes later if you decide you want it to look different.”

Sausage was about to agree when a voice called from the still-open door, “Knock-knock! How are my favorite seraph and shooting star doing today?” Pearl leaned over to smile through the doorway, maintaining her godly extra height. “You’ll forgive me if I decline an invitation to come in. Even if the ceiling was higher…” She swept a glance around at all the crates.

“I’ll make the storage building tall enough for you, Pearl!” Sausage offered brightly. Adoration shined in his eyes as he looked at her, a different kind of fondness than what he held in his heart for Scott. “But I’m guessing you didn’t stop by just to look at this mess, and, uh, I guess that also means no home projects for me today.” He glanced at Scott, and the starborne looked around with resignation as he set down the box. “You can always surprise me with a building you want to design, and I’ll help move everything into it later. Okay, Pearl, let me know what you need me to do!”

“Actually, I need both of you. Come outside and we’ll talk about it.”

The two traded glances. Pearl had no authority over what a starborne did, so it was up to Scott if he wanted to help her with something, but they did both follow her off the porch into the yard to hear her out.

“To keep this short, one of the overseer-type gods at the summit needs help with terraforming, and was asking for anyone with good plant care knowledge. I figured you two fit that perfectly, and since you have that little habit of not going anywhere without each other, I wanted to ask if you would go together. I even know someone who can fill in for you, Scott, for a little while. He’s a young prince named Sparklez. You might even be able to keep an eye on him from where you’ll be, and maybe send up a signal if you think he needs a guiding hand.”

Scott mulled that over. “Well, there were other starborne before me in this region, it makes sense for another to also learn it. Where is this planet?”

“Same MC-M-JAVA region and YT-MC-SMP galaxy, but different solar system than where you were from. It’s a really small one, with only a sun and a single planet, if that helps,” she replied.

“Hmm. I might have gone near that one at least once that I can remember. It, ah, had a lot going on that clouded the atmosphere. I don’t know if it was only volcanoes at the time or something else. They were rather red-looking clouds.”

“There was some upheaval in its past as I recall. That would explain the need for extra environmental help, actually,” Pearl commented. There was something else in her voice, but whatever it was, she hid the emotion behind a smile.

“It doesn’t need star-seeding, does it?”

“No, it’s inhabited, but obviously the mortals currently there are limited by resource stability.”

Scott asked a few other questions, and meanwhile Sausage was glancing back and forth between them in utter confusion. Finally, he yelled, “What the HECK are you two talking about??”

Pearl gave a short, light laugh. “Sorry. Let’s go back to the terraforming part. Do what you do best. Fix up some soil, get some plants to grow, make things look pretty, and come on home when you’re done. It might be a bit longer term than your other missions have been, but you’ll be together. Just try not to influence the locals too much. Other gods have a presence there, but they don’t need to know one of my angels is there, too.”

“We can manage that,” Sausage said with a nod. “When do you want us to go?”

“Any time.” Pearl raised her hands, golden light flickering around her fingers. “I can send you right now, if you don’t have to settle anything else first.”

Sausage thought for a moment, then took Scott’s hand and pulled him close to kiss him, then released him. “All right, all ready!”

The starborne laughed then nodded. “Yeah, I think that covered everything for now.”

“All right, on your way. I’ll come find you to bring you back here when you’re done.” Pearl held out her hands and stepped forward, placing one on each’s head. “Thank you. I know you’ll do great things.”

At her touch, Scott’s body took on the violet glow of his star form, turning bright and indistinct. Sausage became a silvery-white flame, then they shot upward into the sky, guided by godly magic out of the celestial plane toward their destination.

~*~

Scott wondered too late if he should have held on to Sausage’s hand. He didn’t know if the other had experienced planetfall in the same manner as a starborne would, back on the world where they had met, but he also figured Sausage had his wings to make the descent easier. He himself was, predictably, plummeting like a rock, but he had already positioned himself feet-first to make a proper starborne landing. He was more focused on that than making other observations, so he didn’t take in much about his surroundings – including that sunlight wasn’t having a negative effect on him – before he made impact at the edge of a gravel pit.

He caused a modest crater, sending bits of gravel flying in a directional spray; normally his first concern would be to put out any resulting fires before they could spread, but he was instantly distracted by a sensation running through the ground and up into a former part of his brain that had once understood those signals. It wasn’t meteor fragments.

He could hear the plants. Scott looked down in a panic, wondering if he had landed on something important connected to the flora, then gave a start. His own appearance was on the green side, his black and violet gradients replaced with verdant and brown, from hands to bare feet right down to his clothes, the gossamer sleeves now a shimmering pale green. His overcoat still had some glints of gold, although his belt was now made of assorted types of tree leaves, which also decorated the bottom of his coat. He raised a hand to his hair and could feel the soft petals of a flower crown. He suspected his eyes would now be a bright, spring green.

He was a floran again.

“But… why...?” he asked of the empty air.

Pearl had said they needed to do terraforming, and tend plants for a while… so maybe it made sense to return him to being a floran. He would handle the plants, and Sausage the terraforming…

Yet there was a problem.

“Wait, how am I supposed to signal that Prince Sparklez like this?!”

There was still no answer, including nothing from Sausage. He needed to go find him before trying to decide on the rest. He sent out a query through the roots he could feel under the ground. Has anyone noticed a humanoid flying around, like a bird with six wings? He received a mixed chorus of confusion and negative responses. He figured he would have to pick a direction and start walking, but then he felt the rapid growth of roots nearby, and he turned around in time to see a small sunflower sprout. Another appeared a short distance away, leading into the underbrush of the sparse forest at the edge of all the gravel.

He began to follow them as they popped up one by one. It seemed Pearl could still assist them in some way. He did another check with the plants for anything they thought might seem dangerous, then started calling, “Sausage! Sau-sage! Can you hear me?” If he was on top of the trees somewhere he might see Scott wandering around, but letting him know he was there wouldn’t hurt.

However, it was near ground level that he finally heard the seraph answer, albeit muffled and weary-sounding. “Scott…? Over here…”

The voice came from within a thick patch of overgrowth, where some small trees and reeds had managed to cluster together, while large tropical foliage and tall grass made it so Scott had to ask them to part so he could make his way through. He figured from how Sausage sounded that his wings had gotten tangled in everything going on in there. It seemed a little weird how fresh the growth appeared compared to where Scott had just come from, but he chalked it up to the quirkiness of whoever had been handling the revitalization before they had arrived.

Scott then felt his foot slip down an unexpected incline. He looked around more carefully and noticed – despite the covering of grass – that the incline curved around. This… was the crater where Sausage must have landed, but… how was it full of plants, and not wrecked like the area around his own landing?

“Scott? I need a hand, please.”

Snapping out of his ponderings, Scott turned to where he definitely heard the voice, and now waved a hand to make even more of the plants bow to one side or the other, hoping that would help free Sausage’s wings in the process. He heard an “Oof!” in response and saw… not silvery white moving beyond the next cluster of trees, but red and orange. Concerned, he hurried around one of them and then stopped short to stare.

Where Scott had general forest-themed coloring now, Sausage had the bright colors of incoming autumn. Armor and robes gone, he was now shirtless with a leather-like vest made of red oak leaves, while a different set of leaves layered over each other in a cascade formed his customary pauldron and arm guard. He had short, dark red trousers that exposed his lower legs, which, like his arms, had the same green dappling as Scott’s skin. Although he also had a flower crown, in place of his halo was a small wreath of interwoven twigs. The scar over his eye was now in the shape of a small swirling vine, curling off into the side of his hairline and down to his beard, which was dotted with tiny flowers. His wings were gone, too, but from over his shoulders, where the wispy wing root feathers would have been, were tufts of autumn fern fronds.

Sausage was similarly stunned to see Scott’s new appearance, and they ended up staring at each other for a moment. “You’re a—”

“—Floran—”

“—Again.”

“—Too.”

They laughed.

Scott offered a sympathetic look afterward. “Your wings… Are you feeling okay without them?”

“Well…” Sausage turned to let Scott get a better look at the fern fronds, with one bunch sticking out of the collar of his vest and another hanging out from underneath the bottom of it. He turned toward him again with a small shrug. “These kind of itch a little but they’re kind of soft at the same time? Like, they’re the best that whatever this transformation is could come with to replace feathers? You know, when Pearl said we’d be helping with plants, this isn’t—” At that moment one of the tropical foliage plants abruptly sprung up between them, smacking him in the face and startling him so much he fell backward, having lost sense of his center of gravity without his wings.

“Rude,” Scott scolded it. He stepped around it to reach for Sausage’s hand to help him up. As their fingers touched, an angelflower bloomed in Sausage’s hair above his ear, while a starflower bloomed in Scott’s. They shared another smile before Scott pulled him back to his feet. “Well, I have to say, you do make for a very handsome floran. And things will be easier if we don’t have to dig or till soil. We can have roots make channels to reroute water flow where needed.”

“Okay, well, you tell me what to do and I’ll figure out how to make these powers work! Not really a new concept for us, after all.” Sausage grinned, and they made their way out of his landing site to the sparser area beyond.

Yet, as soon as Sausage stepped out onto the bare ground, a flurry of ferns and taller grass sprouted out from under his foot, spreading in diameter. The same happened with his next step. “Uh, these powers sure are working. How come it isn’t happening when you walk?” He looked around at the distinct lack of extra footprint-patterned plant growth.

Curious about the phenomena, Scott took a few steps before thinking at the grass to have it grow beneath him. It started to lengthen, but stopped the moment he told it to. Meanwhile, as Sausage walked a meter along, the greenery kept sprouting up. “Well,” Scott reasoned, “You were the most powerful tier of angel. I guess that means you became a powerful floran. Huh! That explains why all this is here, while I only made a hole in the ground when I landed.”

“But don’t you have to think and focus on your powers to make them work? I’m not doing this on purpose! It’s just happening!”

Even as they stood there, four tree saplings and a burst of tropical foliage sprang up behind him.

“Okay, I can see how this might become a problem,” Scott admitted. “Alright, so, if I have to think about what I want plants to do, maybe you need to do the opposite? Think about it not happening?”

“But I wasn’t thinking of either thing!”

“Just try it.”

Sausage made a doubtful face but looked down as he lifted a foot to take one step. “There is nothing growing out of the ground. This is bare dirt.” He cautiously put his foot down. For half a second nothing happened, and he started to look relieved, but then a smattering of grass sprouts appeared and then spread. “Oh-kay, maybe I just need to practice.” He sighed and walked toward Scott, more greenery forming in his wake.

“Next thing to do is find a barren place,” Scott decided, “Where the land needs the help anyway. Providing that the sun moves the same way as our old world, we should have plenty of time to start exploring and find a spot. We might have to spend the night in a tree to keep you from touching the ground, or else we’ll wake up trapped in a gardener’s nightmare, judging by the rate stuff grows around you.” He looked toward Sausage’s landing site.

“Right. Um. I’m really missing my wings now, because, uh, if I could fly, I wouldn’t have to touch the ground at all.” Sausage twitched his shoulders, moving the fern fronds to not much effect.

“Well, we have to work with what we’ve got for now.” Scott gave him a reassuring smile, then took his hand as they headed off to see what else was out in this new world. He made an attempt to ask the plants to not grow too out of hand despite the former angel’s power flowing into them, but he wasn’t sure it was working. At least if they kept moving there was less chance of anything going completely overboard.

~*~

“Oh, there’s the ‘hired help’,” proclaimed Adelfa disdainfully, crossing their arms over their long chiton and tapping a sandaled foot in annoyance before giving a shake of the vine-like laurel leaves cascading from their head. They stood upon a cloud overlooking the area where the two florans had arrived. “You know, when I told this planet’s overseer that this job was going to be big and I needed an additional competent hand, I wasn’t expecting such a show off. Look at that one. Stuff everywhere he wanders to. But I guess at least it’s native plants.”

Beside them, the recently created godling wearing a shorter chiton and sporting a green streak in his dark hair as a sign of having been split from the nature god themself, leaned over the side of the cloud as if to get a better look. He could create clouds, so he had no worry of falling. “I don’t know, they look harmless to me. They’re like having more nature sprites, aren’t they?”

“Yes, but I didn’t make them that.”

“Yeah, I know, or you would have already done it. We said that before, when we were complaining about how much work we have to do, and then we made me.”

“Look, Joel, just because you were part of my essence up until a week ago doesn’t mean you get to be a smarty pants. You’re an independent power now. Go do your job and cause a rainstorm over their heads.”

“A second ago you said I was independent! Doesn’t that mean I can do whatever I want?” He grinned cheekily.

“You’re still part of nature! I can’t be bothered with the weather anymore, but I’m still in charge!”

“Fine. But I don’t see the point in bothering them right away. They just got here.”

Adelfa sighed in exasperation. “Then keep an eye on them for now. I have things to do, but don’t forget that storm over the new archipelago. There are too many islands in that thing, we need to flood some of them under before any mortals move in there.”

“Right, right, got it. I’ll remember.” Joel rolled his eyes as he split off a portion of the cloud to subtly follow after the newcomers. He was curious about them and where they had come from, but he didn’t really feel like asking the other gods if they knew more; they were currently tolerating his existence. Not everyone was fond of one of their number up and separating out bits of their power into extra gods without consulting everyone else first. Having such a large dominion over aspects of the world, Adelfa was egotistical enough to have done so. He didn’t see how that was his fault, however.

~*~

Scott and Sausage crossed into a jungle where they soon needed to climb over some overgrown rubble that pointed to a civilization having been there at one time. Sausage stood on top of a low wall to see if hand-hewn stone would slow down his powers. Instead of new growth, he caused the existing moss and grass that had taken root in the cracks to spread. One corner of a block even crumbled off as those roots expanded. He grimaced and hopped down before he accidentally destroyed anything else.

“I don’t think anyone is going to notice,” Scott commented.

“You did!”

“Because I can feel what’s growing and know exactly what’s happening.”

“Well, I still want to get this under control before we run into any standing villages. Pearl did say this world is inhabited. We’ll see them eventually.”

“We’ll avoid them for now and keep going until we find an empty place. Although, we might have to stop here for the night, anyway, since there are plenty of trees around.” Scott craned his neck to look up at the canopy high overhead. “Hmm. Hold on. I have an idea.” He called down a couple of large vines from the nearest tree, directing them to wrap securely around his and Sausage’s torsos then had them lift the two of them up so they could get on top of the tree with the intention of getting a better view of the surrounding land.

To Sausage’s relief there was no crazy new burst of leaves when the vine set him down. Not having his wings for balance – or an assurance against falling – he crouched down to keep himself steadier. From there he could see the scarred land beyond the jungle, which might take them until past nightfall to reach. “Those are some impressive chasms. And looks like a lot of lava could be down there with the way they’re glowing. I guess we could start there and fix up the spots around them.”

“No, let’s stay away from anything that could be dangerous. Keep in mind we don’t know the rules of this world. If something happens, we might revive as something different, or not at all. I didn’t think to ask Pearl about that.” Scott grimaced.

“Oh… That’s a very good point, thank you for putting that in my head, I am now officially terrified of falling out of this tree.”

“Maybe we should assume we’re under divine protection and are immortal, since a god did send us here.” Scott gave a weak smile and waved one of the vines back over to create a tether around Sausage’s waist. “There you go.”

“Perfect, that solves the problem completely, nothing else could possibly go wrong.”

Scott returned to considering the view around them. “Let’s go a different way for now…” He could see part of another type of forest that blended with one side of the jungle, then he continued to turn and saw a washed-out sliver of land along the horizon. “We’ll go that way in the morning. Could be a desert. Aside from some cactus, your power might be limited there, and we can work on you getting a handle on it.”

“Great plan. Now, can I ask if we could sleep closer to the ground?”

“Of course. I didn’t intend to stay all the way up here. I’m sorry if this is a lot for you… My old floran instincts kicked back in so I’ve been going right along with it this whole time.” He gently patted Sausage’s arm. “We have a little more time to walk, too, before we climb another tree, if that will help you feel a little better. We only need to pick a spot before sunset. I’m not sure how fast ‘night-mode’ will hit you.”

When the vines lowered them to the ground, Sausage sighed in relief, now less bothered by the grass that immediately raised up beneath and around his feet. “It’s not your fault, by the way. I’m having moments where I forget, for just a second, that I don’t have wings. Y’know, like – I had a thought up there that I could go scout around, find the best place to start in, carry you over so we could get there faster – then remembered, ‘Oh, right. Can’t fly’.”

Scott patted his arm again. “You’ll get them back when we go home. You know what thought I keep having? ‘How am I supposed to signal that Sparklez fellow if I don’t have my star powers!’ All I can really do is hope he can figure things out. You would think a prince would have that as some kind of royal training. I didn’t even know there was a prince of the starborne. Not that I’ve talked to a lot of others. I just know they’re out there. I picked up on it later – since the most important thing to me when I first changed was figuring out where I was, so I could figure out how to get to you.”

Sausage smiled warmly at him. They set off in the direction of what Scott was still guessing was a desert, making the most of what was left of the afternoon.

When it came into better view through the last line of jungle trees, Scott raised an intrigued eyebrow. “A mesa. Even better. If we go far enough out, your powers won’t even reach these plants to make them spread. For now, though…” He gestured to one of the shorter trees that had branches closer to the ground. “That one should do. I can make the vines create a hammock, if that works?”

“I like that idea. Feels safer. Okay, one more question. What about food? I haven’t actually felt hungry all this time, but I remember us keeping bottles of honey on hand before.”

“The sunlight feeds us the majority of the time. Honey is like a little boost, or if it’s cloudy, or the days are shorter.”

“Oh. Uh, oh. Um. I hope we’re done with this before winter.”

“I get the feeling we won’t have to worry about that. Doesn’t seem like anywhere near to even autumn to me. The seasons could even be wonky here, and maybe there’s no winter at all.”

“Are you only saying that to make me feel better?”

“Possibly. Come on, let’s get settled in.”

Once the hammock was in place, the two got cozy to watch the sky darken together. Sausage kept wiggling around a little, not used to laying on his back without having to mind his wings. “I just realized how long it’s been since I’ve needed sleep. Taking naps was just kind of a nice thing to pass the time. This is going to feel weird when the sun is all the way down.”

“That’s a good point. Starborne can’t even sleep at night. We’re in automatically-awake mode.”

Sausage gazed around at the dots of light that were beginning to appear between the leaves of the tree. “I guess you’ll miss being up out there as much as I already miss flying.”

“I was trying not to think about it, but you’re right.” Scott then yawned. “Either way, time to make like the day-bloomers and curl up for the night.” He leaned his head against Sausage’s shoulder and closed his eyes.

“You’re not going to worry about keeping a watch out for Sparklez?”

“Nah. We had a long day. He’s on his own right now.” He yawned again. “We have our own things to worry about. It’s not like he can mess things up that badly…”

[ Chapter Two ]

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