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solitaire-sol · 8 months
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16: Cultivation
For: @prongsfoot-microfic
Month: August 2023
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Notes: The echobloom, also known as the echolalia orchid, is something I came up with, so don't look for it on an HP wiki. Welspryng Grange is my HC for a "Potter Manor," less over-the-top than most of those tend to be, with an agricultural focus given the Potters' apparent affinity for potions/growing ingredients; it operates as a commercial/research farm until Fleamont retires, with most of the adjacent land sold off over time. The springs that feed it are mildly magical and it's where Fleamont and Euphemia lived until it became clear they'd never have a large family, after which they primarily lived in the Godric's Hollow house until James and Lily married and moved in.
Some were surprised to learn that James Potter ranked among the best-scoring students in most classes, despite his disinterest in studying. Sirius was never surprised by James' talents, but he had been bewildered during their first Herbology lesson, where James had been volunteering answers and getting his hands dirty, in a very literal sense, once Professor Sprout allowed them into a greenhouse. Sirius, who had never felt a particular urge towards plants or potting soil, was fascinated by James' enthusiasm, watching James deftly replant lady's mantle sprouts, shaping protective mounds around the sprigs.
“Mum and Dad garden,” James had shrugged. “More Dad than Mum, but they both like it, so I wound up liking it, too.” Gardening seemed a mismatch for James, a poky pensioner's pastime for someone who seemed most at home going too fast, too high on a broom; but James' interest in growing things was more than that of a dutiful son, as Sirius learned the first time he'd visited the Potters at Welspryng Grange.
James led Sirius around the outbuildings, the tour frequently interrupted by James' recollections of 'those sugar shrubs have been there forever, they're the only things Mum bakes with' and 'I fell off that shed when I was five, stop laughing you nitwit, you're cracked.' "Welspryng is named for the, well, springs," James explained. “They go all through the estate from underground. Dad brewed the first cauldron of Sleekeazy's with that water!” James added proudly, and Sirius couldn't help a pang of envy, though it was forgotten as James took his wrist and drew Sirius towards an elegant building of glass and weathered iron.
“I've been growing something for you,” James announced, leading Sirius through rows of potted trees and blossoming shoots in planters, stopping before what looked like a white orchid on a slender stem. It might have been a Muggle flower if not for the faint magic it exuded, but it didn't look like anything they'd come across in Herbology.
“It's an echobloom,” James said, tugging Sirius closer. “When it matures, it captures the first sound it hears and stores it! Here, give a listen--” James indicated that Sirius should lean in, their shoulders bumping together, and James breathed a puff of air across the papery white petals in simulation of a breeze. The echobloom swayed a little, leaves and petals shifting, and Sirius' eyes widened as he heard James' voice emanate from the heart of the flower, saying--
Sirius felt his cheeks redden, the blush impossible to hide on his pale skin, and when he ventured a look at James, it was with a certain relief that he saw James had also gone pink. James was smiling, though, and Sirius found that he was smiling, too.
“You like it?” James asked, and his grip on Sirius' wrist was loose, but his hand was warm.
“Yeah,” Sirius replied, already figuring out how to get a china pot containing a three-foot-tall orchid past his mother and his mother's house-elves. “I love it.”
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popcornapocalypse · 7 months
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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: I Was a Teenage Exocolonist (Video Game) Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Dys/Sol/Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys/Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol/Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Dys/Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist) Characters: Dys (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), Sym (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist) Additional Tags: Mutual Pining, Pre-Relationship, Fluff, they're all just useless gays, They/Them Pronouns for Sol (I Was a Teenage Exocolonist), POV Second Person Series: Part 1 of Dishsoap Symulator 3000 Summary:
You catch Dys staring at Sym with a quiet sort of longing. You knock your shoulder gently against his and say, “You too, huh?”
 Dys/Sol/Sym mutual pining <3
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shadowslifeform · 1 year
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i am such a sucker for shadow and sonic kissing.
their first kiss probably happened unintentionally, for example, they were hanging out one time and enjoying each others company, something that they’ve been doing recently ever since they started dating.
sonic would laugh about something stupid, and shadow, being absolutely smitten with sonic, would only smile and stare at him with a look of awe. sonic would eventually stop laughing as well, meeting shadow’s gaze only to be surprised by a soft peck on the lips.
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themiserymarquis · 1 year
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Two Valentines... Before and after. 
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solcorvidae · 1 month
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After talking with one or two of my mutuals, I cannot stop thinking about writing a t4t geraskier fic with the very specific perimeters I/we have set out.
Add that to the pile of ideas I may never write.
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marinaiguess · 1 year
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paper crown au
She’s screaming out. Unintelligible words coming out from her mouth as she falls to her knees, trembling hands rushing to support her weight from crushing on the ground, on the burnt grass. 
She can’t hear anything over the sound of her crying. And nothing matters as she manages to tilt her head upwards, as she looks through blurry eyes at what once stood proudly in front of her. Her kingdom. 
Before her eyes lies an unprecedented and foreign sight, a kingdom of ash; the castle has fallen to the sea of flames which so hungirly devoured all she knew. All she knows, all she is and ever was is now compromised. 
She’ll make it out, unfortunately, even though there was no one there to save her, no king to save his queen. The tears start streaming down her face uncontrollably while she cries for the first time in forever, trembling, shaking, whimpering with everything she has as just a single thought is torturing her mind; 
No one survived.
Something bright draws her attention but doesn’t move towards the light’s direction; the fire in front of her was enough light to be drawn in. Her hands collapse and she falls on the ground and she feels oxygen fill up her lungs through the short breaths she manages to take between her whimpers. She looks at her kingdom once more; she was supposed to be there, dead, why had she survived, why was she outside?
The intriguing light brights once more and from the corner of her eye she can see something approaching her. She doesn’t care. She lies there, for the first time in her life she wants to give up on everything. But once the source of light appears in front of her, everything changes. 
She gets up on her feet so fast she feels lightheaded. Tears that had dried on her muzzle remetarialize yet this time she is not overtaken by pain. 
“What do you want from me?!” Anger. She kicks the 7 gems the best she can through teary eyes but falls on the ground again. “This is all your fault!” She screams at the top of her lungs even though it does nothing to make her feel better, to relieve the pain. Because, she knows she is lying. 
Looking down at her hands, at the scars that remain, the open wounds that she suddenly feels burning more than they did before, she reminds herself of the unavoidable truth, of the fate she had to face, obvious by her name; Blaze. Her voice barely audible, is cracking ever so slightly as the tears slide down her face freely; 
“This is my fault…I burned down my kingdom.”
Just a little smn i just wrote, inspired by paper crown by Alec Benjamin. 
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wishing4nuclearwinter · 10 months
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Not really an official WIP Sharing Day but I wanted to drop a lil bit of what I've been working on for Agustin. Going to tag @adventuresofmeghatron @kemendin @just-another-wasteland-merc and anyone else who wants to say I tagged them (and if you wanna be tagged in future wip things lemme know!)
“And why have you come before me today?” Agustin floundered, failing to get anything out of his mouth before the legionary to Caesar’s right answered for him, “He is the courier we discussed. From Prescott.” The man was a tower of lean muscle, more scar tissue than skin covering the expanse of his exposed flesh. A helm similar to those the vexillarius wore hung loose around his neck, tinted goggles pushed up onto his forehead over pitch black hair.  Caesar stared at him blankly for several beats and the legionary tilted his head. Whatever silent communication they shared was met with a nod from Caesar as he turned his attention back onto Agustin. His face held no more recognition than it had a moment earlier. Still, he pushed on, “So you’re a courier, then.” “I…” he hesitated, carefully choosing his words. “Yes, I worked as an independent courier prior to my recruitment. But I recently finished my marksman training and had been assigned guard duty. My Lord.” “I don’t need more marksman.” The legionary to his right scowled and even that small shift in his expression was mean, animalistic as his scars pulled taut and his dark eyes narrowed. Agustin almost expected him to bare his teeth, but whatever protests he had he did not voice.  Caesar continued without acknowledgment, “However, I do have a better use for you. I have a letter I need delivered— discreetly. I would normally entrust this to one of my frumentarii,” he gestured to the legionary, “but they are indisposed and time is of the essence.” His response came so fast the words melded into one. “Yes, I’ll do it.”  “Of course you will. I wasn’t asking.” Amusement colored Caesar’s tone despite the attempt to remind him of his place.
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cometchasr · 5 months
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apart from sending yokai watch blasters into pmd it would be silly to send kulau and shu qi as well
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aethlingg · 2 years
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what if in season 2 of prime defenders they all just went back to school
like they just disappear for a while from school and they just come back littered in scars and william has a streak of white hair from literally dying and they’re all so much more traumatized
summer approaches them like holy shit what the hell happened are you guys ok?? will and vyncent simultaneously say no while dakota says yes at the same time. mr wilson hears that they’re back and calls them into his office basically just to check on them cuz he kinda knows what happened but not really. mr wilson also makes sure their teachers dont give them a hard time for their absence and helps them catch up with what they missed (in this dakota doesnt leave for ten months so lets say they were only gone for two or three weeks)
they get a lot of stares which makes will really uncomfortable and dakota just full on growls at people who stare a bit too long. he definitely gets into fights but this time will and vynce try harder to stop him and it actually works most of the time.
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William: *accidentally swerves off the freeway*
Vyncent: DON’T HIT THAT POLE
William, narrowly swerving to miss the electrical pole: I WASN’T GONNA! It’s like you don’t even believe in my driving capabilities.
Dakota: WILLIAM! OUR TIRE JUST POPPED
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nagihonos · 10 months
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hello your nagihono insights are very humongous brained. keep doing what you do, nagihonos.
thank u i start thinking abt them and i look like this. this is my only outlet
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gay-salt-amber · 2 years
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Just thought of this idea for a background ship for the fic
What if.. sol not only manipulated blackstar into falling in love with him, he also did the same with littlecloud, admittedly with alot more poking and prodding.
Then sol actually started to fall for the two and doesn't know what to do cuz it was originally meant to be an act to fhck with everyone but now he doesn't ever wanna let these bois go and he actually loves them and he's worrying and it's this whole just slow burn but the slow burn isn't really slowburn??
Sol just walks up to his bois, flopps onto them, says I love you and when they day I love you back that's how he knows that somehow, in a round about way, he found his lovers.. somehow
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pixel-sylveon · 2 years
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so i am slowly plotting out my oc/steven stone fic and i just wanna know if anyone would be interested in it 👉👈
like ofc im gonna write it for myself buuuut
here's the logline:
After spending the past three years as a nearly-certified NEET at her grandparent’s house in Hoenn, Sophia is goaded on by her grandmother to get out of the house go on a journey and find herself while simultaneously running into annoying environmentalists and a hot trust fund kid.
its gonna be a travel/gym challenge longfic but it'll deviate a bit from oras because im gonna add emerald elements to it too. brendan and may will also be present but they are just kids having a fun adventure. the adults get to deal with the environmental terrorists this time lmfao
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talietikasero · 6 months
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this is about 85% done i'm sure of it
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beelsjuicytitties · 8 months
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wanting 2 write a comfort fic for myself but being too burnt out to do so ✌🏽😔
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hyunestrella · 8 months
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if i manage to finish the last teaser chapter and two chapters at a decent time, i’ll post the profiles tomorrow :]
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