#Ceramic Designer Flower Pot

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Baby Elephant Flower Pot 

[gothhabiba]

[ID: Cross-stitch in various shades of red, pink, and green with bird, flower, cypress tree, and flower pot motifs. It is photographed alongside red glass lamps and perfume bottles, and a red ceramic pomegranate. End ID]

Tatreez raffle to benefit Palestine

This is an original design assembled from tatreez motifs typical of Ramallah, Palestine. It is stitched in cotton embroidery thread on cream linen, and is suitable as wall art, or to be repurposed as a cover for a cushion, tote bag, &c.

You can get your hands on this piece in one of two ways:

Enter the raffle by sending me proof of a donation of at least $5 USD to any evacuation fundraiser (check https://gazafunds.com/). Each multiple of $5 = 1 ticket! A winner will be randomly picked on Sunday, June 23rd.

Send me proof of a donation of at least $75 USD and I will stitch another one just for you.

This is a physical product and you will need to be willing to give me a shipping address.

Design is 10.5" x 4" (27 x 10cm)

Cotton on linen

Stitched 2 over 2 on 28 count linen evenweave (14 stitches per inch)

Colors are: DMC 321, 524, 523, 522, 3805, 3806

[foxtriestobiteandmaimandkilland]

piece based on the idea that Dakota might've started learning guitar to play along with Ashe's drums ^_^ Ambigiously timed but was originally gonna be post s2 (tho their designs here look more s1)

Extras under the cut, as usual :3 AND a VERY detailed ID since this piece is a big one

Detailed ID: a drawing of Dakota Cole and Ashe Winters from Just Roll With It: Prime Defenders, sitting in Ashe’s dorm room.

Ashe is sitting on the bed, with one arm behind her head and the other rested on her stomach, while Dakota is lying on his back on the floor holding an electric guitar, legs kicked up on the bed next to Ashe.

Ashe has white skin, long curly white hair, a few freckles, and is looking down at Dakota with an open mouthed smile. She is wearing a dark purple beanie with pins of Madeline from Celeste, the Welcome to Nightvale logo, and the knight from Hollow Knight partially covered by her hair.

She is also wearing a shirt with the album cover of I'm Wide Awake, It's Morning by Bright Eyes. Over the shirt is Dakota's red flannel. She's wearing black jeans, one black and green sock, and one purple and black sock with cat ears at the top and cat paws at the toes.

Dakota has mid-brown skin with a few moles, and medium lengthed, curly, bright red hair thats splayed out across the floor. his eyes are shut tight and his eyebrows are furrowed, whilst hes smiling widely.

He has a black bandana around his forehead. On his neck is a chain, and attached to that is a purple heart with the letter 'A' on it. He's wearing a white tank top, that exposes his shoulder which features a temporary Ms G tattoo of her face accompanied with the words 'Ms G' in a galaxy pattern.

Dakota's wearing beige shorts, and has another temporary tattoo on his thigh which reads 'Teaching Moment' in galaxy text. his socks are white.

The blue and white electric guitar he's holding has a sticker that says 'Prime defenders' in black and white, and another sticker that says 'Just Roll With It' in gold and purple. At the top of the guitar near the tuning pegs, it reads 'Prime'.

They are in Ashe's dorm room. Her bed has a blue mattress and a green blanket that's pushed against the pillow away from Ashe, and draping off the side of the bed onto the floor. On the part of the blanket that's on the bed, there is a plush of Morgana from Persona 5, and another plush of Bacon Man. On the part of the blanket that's on the floor, there is a Nintendo DS, except with the word 'Primtendo' written on it. On the side of the bed there are 3 stickers; one of Hatsune Miku, one of Mae Borowski from Night In The Woods, and one of Tony's Pizza.

On the purple carpeted floor underneath the bed, theres a cardboard box labelled 'Secrets'. There is also an oval rug that Dakota is lying on that has a green, yellow, blue, and red circular design. ontop of this is a pair of headphones with the wire spiralling across the floor, and an amp that Dakota's guitar is plugged into. the front of the amp has the word Prime where the brand name of an amp would be usually

Next to Ashe's bed is a set of shelves. On the flat side facing the bed, there is a My Chemical Romance poster of the album cover of Three Cheers for Sweet Revenge. Under this poster are 3 photos, of Ashe and Dakota ice skating, Ashe and William walking on traintracks, and Ashe and William taking a selfie in bed. Next to these three photos are two school schedules, labelled 'Ashe Winters' Schedule' and 'Vyncent Sol's Schedule'.

On the shelves, the top shelf has a lit candle next to a box of matches. Next to these are 4 books titled 'The Carnival Of Souls', 'Planetary Problems', 'The Purps' and 'Overlord'. The shelf below this has a plant with small white flowers, in a ceramic pot with a blue heart, a red heart, and a purple heart on it. Next to this is a bottle of ibuprofen, and a turned on purple lava lamp. Behind these are more books titled 'The New Generation', 'Island Of Amal- [cut off]', 'Ultraviolent Light', '[cut off] -Don't R- [cut off],' and 'Good Cop, Ghos- [cut off]'

Underneath that shelf is an open drawer with two fairylight chains trailing out. One is in RGB colours and the other is golden. On the closed drawer below that, there is a Welcome to Nightvale sticker.

On the white wall behind Ashe, there is a window to her left. outside the light is golden, and there is a street. Behind Ashe's head is a Thank You Scientist poster of the album Maps Of Non-Existent Places, a Car Seat Headrest poster of the album Twin Fantasy, and a trans flag. There are also messages in smudged ink reading: '[cut off] -ncent was here !!!', 'Ashe. W [cut off] -s here :3', 'DC wus here <3', 'wiwi waz here [ghost doodle]' and 'love u man'

End ID.

[kid-az]

Not sure if you're asking for headcanons or offering headcanons, so just in case I will initiate both:

Do you have any Omori headcanons (I love this game so I'm asking about it specifically)?

Here's one of mine: Kel and Hero are good at seeing through each other. For example, Kel can tell when Hero is being a people pleaser and knows how to help him take care of himself as well :]

If Basil had a pet, it would be a meat-eating one so that they didn’t eat his flowers, though also a small one. Basically he would have a skink or gecko as a pet.

Hero’s college is at the same city Sunny is moving to, so he gets to reconnect with Sunny as an older brother figure. (And Hero also helps Sunny with studying).

May have already said this, but Aubrey LOVES petting zoos. Her favorite animals are the bunnies and alpacas. She and Sunny go to the petting zoo on their dates. Sunny’s favorite animal there are the donkeys, he just thinks they’re neat.

Hector is a therapy dog and he helps out Hero and Kel by being a good boi, and is also very protective of Sally. Hector is also a Shiba Inu.

Kel secretly sews and embroiders clothing as a hobby in his attic. The attic is filled with many fully to half-finished plushes, blankets, and clothes. Sally mysteriously finds herself with cool drip and blankets from an unknown person.

Sunny decides to do pottery and ceramics as a hobby and even potential future profession, taking inspiration from headspace in designing these pots. He also gifted Aubrey a ceramic bunny.

[sorry-moots]

Inversion of Genesis But I Changed It

i literally only got back to this cuz i was bored yall, merry fucking chrysler also my beta reader flaked on me so no beta we die like... whoever the fuck idek characters featured: scaramouche, dottore, yvette 💖 cws: dottore is a bit creepy but when isn't he wc: 1,669

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Chapter Eight

The wool stockings, the starched blouse, the dense jacquard skirt, the layers of petticoats, everything you had been wearing lay cast aside on a loveseat. There was a sheen of sweat covering your body, but you felt too good to care. As you stared at yourself in the mirror, chest heaving and all, you could only think one thing…

Damn, I look good.

Before leaving Snezhnaya, you had tried to find something more suitable for the Sumeru’s tropical weather with no luck. There was no such thing as summer in Snezhnaya, so there was no reason to make or stock summer clothes.

Unfortunately, that meant walking around Port Ormos in clothes designed to brave the harshest winters in all of Teyvat. The stuffiness of your clothes combined with Sumeru’s humidity had had you fanning yourself as hot tears streamed down your face. It was a miracle that you had been able to spot the seamstress’s shop with your bleary eyes.

“Lord Scaramouche,” you had called out, panting. “We need to stop. The heat is too much.”

Now, a week later, you stood before the seamstress’s mirror in an entirely new outfit. You had worked up a sweat on the way there, but the new clothes were light and breathable and already cooling you down. You turn left and right to study the black leather pants– lambskin so you don’t develop bog bottom. The rest of the uniform consisted of a breezy white blouse overlaid with a black corset with purple laces. You had even changed your hair ribbons and the laces on your boots to match.

When you finally finish admiring yourself, you leave the dressing room only to be met with Scaramouche’s scowl.

He scoffs when he meets your eyes. “How much money did you waste on this?”

You’re still obsessing over the contrast between your boots and the new laces. “It wasn’t much compared to the cost of my usual attire.”

“Oh, I’m sure,” he snarks. “Dottore never skimps on his favorites.”

Ignoring his foul mood, you think aloud. “It’s a shame I can’t wear it in this heat. It fits perfectly, like it was tailored just for me. Wait a minute…”

Just as you’re about to toss yourself down that rabbit hole, Scaramouche diverts your attention with another retort. “Well if you want to wear it and suffocate, be my guest. At least you’ll die in the right colors. How come the accents are purple anyway? Are you color blind?” he asks with a smirk.

“Oh, I chose them because they match the colors you wear,” you respond, grinning widely.

The harbinger’s eyes widen and he quickly blurts out, “I wear red, too!” He then hides his face with his jingasa, not wanting you to realize it matches the color of the fabric.

*****

After dropping your clothes off at the hotel, you and Scaramouche rendezvoused with the other agents at the new office. It took about three hours to set up even with the lower ranked soldiers moving furniture. Every time Scaramouche asked for your opinion on the positioning of the cabinets and such, you told him they looked fine. The soldiers sighed in relief, especially when they were moving heavier items.

When everything is in place and your documents are sorted, Scaramouche announces, “Alright everything’s in order, we can go back to the hotel.”

The other agents start making their way to the exit, but you tell your boss to hold on as you go through your things. You produce a delicate ceramic pot with a single mourning flower, which you set on his desk.

You look back and flash him a smile. “Now, everything’s in order!"

While you pack up your things, he sits at his desk and admires the petals on the vibrant flower. There’s a funny feeling in his chest, probably from the humidity.

“Are you coming, sir?” you called out to him. 

There’s a resemblance for a split second. Both you and the flower are full of life, persistent even in the harshest conditions, and breathtakingly gorgeous.

“Yeah, I’m coming.”

*****

The silence of your room rings in your ears. You can think of a few ways to wind down before you go to sleep but you don’t feel like doing any of them. You haven’t even showered or put on your sleep clothes. You’ve just been staring at the ceiling thinking about Scaramouche.

Thinking about how he disappeared with her.

Yvette didn’t have much to do during the journey overseas. You had seen so little of her that you had forgotten she was even part of the harbinger’s retinue. Still, you don’t understand why she's staying in Scaramouche’s suite.

Are they an item..?

Before you can entertain that line of thinking, a frantic knocking comes from your door. You get up to answer it and silently admonish your guest for rapping their knuckles on the door again without waiting.

You’re met with a distressed Yvette. She’s signing at light speed, miming, and pointing but you can’t figure out what she wants. Suddenly, she brushes past you and grabs a pen.

You search your desk for something to write on but she grabs the first thing she sees, the book you’re currently reading.

“No!” you shout, your voice fraught with dismay. She doesn’t hear you. She’s deaf, she can’t hear anything.

The resignation sets in quickly. What’s done is done and, at the end of the day, it’s just a book. Not even your favorite book.

When she finishes writing, she tosses the pen on the desk and holds the book at eye level. The inside of the cover now reads:

Please come

Harbinger mad !!

With a grim look, you move the book so it’s no longer obstructing her view of your face and say, “Take me to him.”

She leads you through the corridors until you reach his room. You could hear his shouting all throughout the halls, but you were still jarred when Yvette opened the door.

Before you transferred, you had heard rumors of the Balladeer’s violence, but you had never bore witness to it firsthand. He stood in the center of the room with a Fatuus suspended in his grasp, his other hand balled into a fist.

“I told you to take your needles and fuck off!”

So, that’s what this is about. Though the man was too proud to admit it, you knew that the tests that Il Dottore administered took a great toll on his body. He was always pushing Scaramouche to his limits, seeing how much he could take before he gave out. It was only a matter of time before something like this happened.

You were frozen in thought, not sure what to do, when a familiar fragrance wafted in the air. Everything seemed to slow down as you realized what you needed to do. The soldier’s begging and pleading faded into the background as you made your way into the room. The only sound was your heart beating in time with your footfalls.

Your gaze travels from his sandals to the veil on his jingasa to his arm. Your eyes stay trained on his fist as your own hand moves towards it. Barely conscious of what you’re doing, you grab his hand and hold it to your chest.

“Your tea is getting cold, sir.”

All of the noise in the room comes back. The whimpers of the agent in Scaramouche’s grasp. The worried shushing of the Fatui in the room. Yvette nervously shifting her weight. Your steady breathing.

Every muscle in his body tensed before relaxing. A second later, the Fatuus was on the ground, hyperventilating but unscathed. You let go of his hand.

“Everyone out.”

You straightened and composed yourself, ready to take your leave as well when added, “Not you.”

Once the other operatives had scurried out, he seated himself and turned to you expectantly. It took a second, but you were able to deduce what he wanted. Soon, the two of you sat drinking tea in the silence, as if he hadn’t been about to kill a person just moments before.

He didn’t need to dismiss you. You knew once the tea ran out, he would have no further need for you.

The tea set wobbled on the tray as you made your exit, but only started to clatter when a new presence was made known.

“Thank you, my dear [Y/n],” the doctor patronized as he sidled up to you with a bemused smile. “You seem to have quite the hold on our Balladeer. I can’t imagine what would have happened to poor Henry had you not stepped in.”

You draw in a shaky breath to respond. “It is my pleasure to contribute to the Fatui’s cause.”

“Is that so? With your new attire, I would have thought you were trying to distance yourself from the organization,” Dottore remarked, his smile turning into a grin. “Not that it looks bad… Though, they did get your corset size off by a couple centimeters.”

As your earlier suspicions are confirmed, the lights flicker. You can’t know for certain, but your instincts tell you that you’ll be safe, like someone’s watching out for you.

Squaring your shoulders, you looked Dottore directly in his eyes. Or where they would be. “Thank you for bringing it to my attention, my lord. I will visit the tailor first thing in the morning and request that they alter it,” you responded evenly. “That said, I’ll need to retire early so I can do that without impeding my work. If there’s nothing else, I must bid you goodnight.”

Even in Sumeru’s warm weather, Dottore’s chuckle sends shivers down your spine. “I could think of a thing or two…” he starts and the lights flicker again. “...but I suppose I can wait.” 

With that, the light fixtures around him finally fizzled out and you went your separate ways. Once you were far enough, you let out a sigh of relief, thanking the Archons for watching over you.

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[eclecticcollectics]

🌶️ Peppers & Pottery 🫖✨

Crafted this darling pair of charm earrings recently~ they were such a hit, these have found a home already & we’ve already been requested to make another set! These feature gold-rimmed, ceramic pots with flower designs, faceted Azurite & Golden Tiger’s Eye beads, along with glass lamp-work beads shaped like little Chili & Bell peppers, on stainless steel with gold-plated chain accents~

I’ve always loved miniatures & charms since I was little. Getting to combine two of my favorite things with my passion & creativity is so much fun ❤️‍🔥🙏

I’ve been making “Trinkets & Oddities” charm necklaces, and have now made a couple bracelets & pairs of earrings. What fun charm accessories would you like to see next? 👁️

[cheerstotheelites-if]

Seeing the amnesiac MC prompts made me wonder how things would turn out if the said MC starts romancing them/shows romantic interest towards them. Like the 2nd prompt before, either do a random RO or general ROs reaction ask.

Your answered prompts are wonderful btw ❤️

Aww thanks, anon (*･ω･)

~•~•~

All this time and still I need Another minute I've been trying to retrieve A blurry moment

[...]

All of the names sketched in my head Are blurring away to the outer edge And all of these old rags that I kept Are coming with me just like I said And your lovely silhouette

– Silhouette - Devil and the Deep Blue Sea

~•~•~

Feelings are fucking weird, man.

One day you wake up to a jaded girl with pastel pink hair who you don't know, then the next you're suddenly falling neck deep in love.

What the hell.

It was on one sunny afternoon when those feelings cemented. You're in one of the local greenhouses in the Stems district with her. She asked if you wanted to come buy succulents and mini terarriums with her, and of course, you said yes. Your feelings took more control than your rational, of course. Being struck by cupid lets a lovefool like you do such foolish things.

You can't really help but glance over at her every now and then and question how she's not even sweating under her dark attire. Black turtleneck shirt, her blue amulet, dark gray shorts that reach her mid thigh, and black loafers—you're just in a regular cotton shirt and some jeans with worn out sneakers compared to her high end fit.

...

It kind of feels nostalgic.

Like you've been several times here before with her.

She picks up a small pot with a little cactus on it shaped like some prickly orange, and pauses for a moment. Her finger taps on the side of the pot as she gazes down at the cactus deep in thought.

"You okay?" You ask her after putting down a small flower-shaped succulent.

"I'm fine." Fleur replies in her ever soft tone, and looks back at you. "Just remembered something."

"Is it something good?"

"You can say that." She looks back at the cactus. "You called me a cactus before."

You grimace. "I didn't mean that as an insult, did I?"

"No, it was... sweet, actually. "Prickly as you may be, there will be those few who will love and take care of you"." Fleur adds the little cactus to her small cart full of other succulents. "You were always the poetic kind."

"More like dramatic" You snort and start following her down to an aisle full of pots. Fleur simply hums, which gently ends the small conversation. You slow down in your pace as look at the pots; some ceramic, others plastic, minimalist to intricately designed. Though one has caught your eye.

It's a beige ceramic pot, with the words: "You make me bloom" on it. This is clearly one meant for lovers, judging by the cheesy pun. Your face heats up at the thought of giving it to Fleur as a gift somewhere in the future, and you quickly avert your gaze from it.

For a moment you pondered on confessing your feelings that way. It would make things less awkward and less word fumbling for you, plus it's a usable thing which gives the pot a double purpose.

You look back at the pot, considering the thought.

That's a good plan, right?

"Something caught your eye?" You jump in surprise upon hearing Fleur, and you're met with her dark brown gaze.

"Uh, yeah." You quickly reply, trying to gather your composure as you clear your throat. "Just a pot I thought was cool."

Before you knew it your hands were already moving to pick up the pot, and showing it to Fleur. "It's this one." You say, voice small and cheeks heating up even more as you realized what you've just done. You refuse to even look at her reaction.

She looks down at the pot, a simple "oh" leaving her.

Then there was a pregnant pause.

You can't help but squirm a bit in place as the pause turns a bit awkward. Fleur doesn't seem fazed, however, she does look back at you.

"It's funny," she starts, arms crossing on top of her midriff, "because you've confessed your feelings to me just like this before."

Wait, what.

You look at her, eyes widening. "What."

She hums in confirmation, looking back at you with an unfazed expression, "Same greenhouse, same aisle, though the pot read "Be my clover" instead."

You stare at her dumbfounded. Were you that predictable? Has she always known about your feelings? If so, how long has she—

"You're not as subtle with your expressions as you think you are," Fleur states, as if hearing your thoughts.

Your face eventually forms into a small frown. "Well, damn, you could've told me that I was that easy to read, Fleur."

She simply shrugs. "I rather let you figure it out on your own." Fleur glances away for a moment. "Though I did think that your confession is still a bit... adorable, despite seeing it already before."

You see the faintest hint of red dust her cheeks.

[sunhated-a]

"Good morning, Lord Muzan."

The daily prayer begins anew. Knelt upon the Sun God's altar, the demon speaks to his mural in a tender, small voice. And in this same way his prayer truly does resonate in their shared blood.

"I hope your night was fruitful. And I would like to thank you for blessing me with my own." A candid smile seeps into the tone. "A westerner visited me last night. A man whose trading company is running on debts -- and he sells rare and ancient artifacts to repay them. He took interest in some of Gyokko's pots. And in exchange for them he offered me..."

There's a small pause. Back at the temple, the demon shifts atop his knees, readjusting the fingers under his lowered chin.

" ... he offered me seeds to what he claims is an ancient flower that wilts in the sun. And I'm thinking, maybe he is a charlatan, but it might be worth the risk. And I also thought, wow, it's oddly specific that he offered that... and then I thought, Gyokko's pots are a gift to me. He's only made this design once and never again, to honor me so... would it not be an offense towards him if I sold them? Ah. Oh, Master I am so torn between my thoughts. Please, lend me your everlasting wisdom, my Lord... please show me the right path to fulfill my purpose... "

After a particularly unpleasant evening, Muzan's presence had all but disappeared. Every attempt to call upon his wisdom had been met with deafening silence again and again. Perhaps it had been for the best, for that night he had brought the full weight of his fury upon the lower ranks, sweeping them away beneath the massive current of his wrath.

Perhaps this time he truly had abandoned them. Having tested their worth and finding them lacking in every way. This time, Muzan had locked himself away within the depths of the Infinity Castle, where he had been certain he would never be found. Not even by the most devoted of his subjects.

At least, that was what he had assumed. He always had made the unfortunate mistake of underestimating Doma.

This daily habit began a century ago, and though Muzan had found the gesture irritating, he had allowed it. It became ordinary soon enough, like clockwork. Because for a being as timeless as Kibutsuji Muzan, hours and days and years all melded together into some amalgamation called time. Perhaps, deep within one of his hearts, he had come to appreciate Doma's prayers. It appealed to some nameless yearning he felt long ago. Long before all of this.

And so he braces himself to listen to yet another prayer, idly wondering if this time Doma will mention any of his followers... Those which Muzan did not bother to even remember their names. Or if he would list off his apparent blessings this time around. It all would fade into a vaguely pleasant noise in his minds, the sort he could find himself falling asleep to. Like a lullaby.

But, the moment that Doma spoke of that elusive bloom, Muzan's mind grew cold. The vague pleasant feeling that came upon him had quickly dissipated like morning dew, replaced with an icy wrath. A clawed hand set upon his desk, claws dug through the wood like it were made of butter. And, surely enough, the entire structure began to buckle and give away beneath his pressure. The walls, the floor, glass crumbled underneath the stress.

Had he truly compared the first lead in centuries on the location of the Blue Spider Lily to a ceramic POT?

"You think it comparable?" And he responds through their shared blood bond, though he sounded calm it betrayed a dark undercurrent of wrath. Like the distant rumbling of thunder promised the approach of a storm.

"You think your vanity is at all comparable to the duty I have tasked you with? I ought to strip you of your rank for such insolence. What worth are you to me if you cannot complete this simple task?"

With each word, the rumbling grows closer, until it resembles more a world ending hum weighing down upon the demon. As if to emphasize his next words.

"You will follow that lead, I do not care what you have to give. You will do it. Do I make myself clear?"

[yoklesmono]

CLAY

CLAY

Producing any work of art that makes others happy is a form of my gratitude to Him.

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[liquid-savage]

The Life of a Bear

Just a little something starring my bear, Macey. Hope you like!

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The leaves rustled in the canopy above Vita Forest, swayed by the gentle breeze balancing the warmth of the sun. Rays of light danced and flickered onto the undergrowth and beaten dirt paths.

Vita Forest was a flourishing, almost endless woodland that one would be happy to get lost in. Despite being close to civilization, the hustle and bustle of urban life was drowned out by the sheer serenity of the woodland. Anyone looking for peace and quiet would find it in abundance amongst the insects fluttering and skittering from bush to branch. Larger, sentient creatures made their homes inside the base of the large trees, the lush branches above, or in burrows underground.

Deep within the woods, on a rocky bank amongst the large trees, was a cave with a wooden door and window shutters built into its base. And inside around now, one would hear the only sound breaking the stillness. Some rather guttural, beastly sounds from within the door.

HHHHOOOOGGGHHHH…

Inside was one of Vita Forest’s residents: a large, brown grizzly bear splayed out across a wide bed. Her huge, cream-furred stomach rose and fell with the loud snores erupting from her gaping maw, her tongue lolling out the side. A sliver of drool trickled onto the pillow.

Grrrrruuuuurrrrrrrrlllll…

Another deep, thundering noise sounded within the cave, causing the bear’s eyelids to slowly flutter open. She smacked her lips before casting off the covers to reveal her round, naked body. In no hurry, she swung her thick footpaws onto the carpet below. Her soft arms and thick legs stretched out as released a long, lazy yawn. She rose from the bed, its wooden frame groaning with relief. She reached a paw behind her and gave one of her jiggly globular buttocks a scratch.

Marcey Durnell was easily the biggest creature in Vita Forest, standing over six feet tall and nearly just as much around. She stomped over to her mirror, where she saw her head of long, chocolate brown hair framing her chubby cheeks. Her hazel eyes were partially hidden by her lowered lids, looking as if she were about to nod off back to sleep right where she stood. A contented little smile dimpled her cheeks just a bit. Her chest housed some extra fluffy fur hiding her second chest, above a pair of soft, doughy breasts resting comfortably atop the shelf of her belly.

She peered toward the clock hanging on the rock wall, which was the most advanced thing she owned. The hands pointed to eleven-thirty.

“Guess I’m getting an early start today,” she said to herself with a shrug of her broad shoulders. Macey could be aptly described as Vita Forest’s peace and serenity given form: a soft-spoken, carefree young woman who took things one day at a time, let nothing bother her and welcomed everything with a warm hug.

Her attitude reflected in her cave home, which was more like a cottage. Despite the rocky walls, inside the wide space were all the amenities one could need: furniture crafted from carefully sourced wood from the nearby trees, a kitchenette where the sweet aromas of natural teas and remedies hung in the air, and carpets rugs and other knick-knacks gifted to her in return for trading said teas and remedies to any and all coming to her door.

Though, a rather peculiar design choice for some would be the sheer abundance of ceramic jars. Piled up in what would be empty corners, stacked on shelves and on top of the wardrobe, used as a flower pot on the kitchen table, everywhere one looked there would be at least five jars.

Grrrrooouuuuurrrrrrrrggghh…

Another growl shook the cave cottage, prompting Macey to put a paw on her stomach.

“That’s why we got up early, huh?” she asked, smiling as she gave her middle a gentle loving pat, sending a ripple across its expanse like disturbed pond water. “Well, not the first time breakfast came before bathtime.”

The clanks of cluttering ceramic filled the air as her stomps sent tremors through the floor. She approached the shelf near the kitchenette, its shelves lined with even more large pots. Licking her lips, she grabbed a pot and shoved her paw inside, but her smile turned into a quizzical frown when she only felt dry ceramic walls. She peered into the lid.

“Empty,” she muttered, setting the jar on the counter. “Bummer.”

She grabbed another pot from the shelf, only to find it empty. And the next. And the next. With each jar she set aside, she felt the slightest bit hungrier.

But thankfully, the very last jar on the top shelf yielded good news. Its inside was filled to the brim with honey. Her smile returned to her and her nub tail wiggled over her massive rear. “Righteous!”

Macey’s ursine diet consisted of natural forest foods like berries, fruits, nuts and fish, but many would say she ate more than her fair share of honey. She was a hopeless addict to the stuff, and it was the prime contributor to her wobbling expanse. She’d dunk other foods into a pot of the stuff, or simply dunk her paw in and slurp it clean as she was doing at the breakfast table. Of course, she quickly swapped to tipping the lid to her lips and allowing the sweet sticky nectar to trickle down into her stomach. She leaned back more and more, the wooden chair creaking and groaning from her shifting weight. Her backside spilled over the sides, and her back fat bulged around the backrest.

Soon she set the empty pot down on the table, having made certain she got every drop out of it, and licked her paw and muzzle clean before releasing a contented sigh.

“If there’s a better way to start the day, I don’t wanna know about it,” she hummed, softly drumming her fingers on her stomach.

Though, she knew she couldn’t sit there all day - she had a bath to take, and some honey to stock up on. She managed to rouse herself onto her feet and gather up a hamper of items. She lumbered out the door and took a deep breath of clean morning air, her round ears perking up at the rustling leaves and tweeting birds.

With a smile, she lumbered off down a beaten dirt path, inadvertently giving her neighbours a perfect view of her wobbling naked body as she went.

—

Vita Lake was the largest bed of freshwater in the forest, making it the perfect swimming hole. Residents not soaking or splashing around could be found relaxing on the lakeside, soaking up sunshine on the cool green grass. The sunlight glistened beautifully against the rippling water, inviting anyone for a swim or a drink.

Even for one sitting on the opposite end of the huge lake, Macey was easy to spot as she bathed on the shallow side. She hummed softly to herself and sent ripples across her soft expanse from her scrubbing. Her shampoo and fur soap were homemade from local plants and berries and free from anything poisonous so the water was still safe to drink, albeit with a tang of blueberry or thyme.

Once she was done lathering and rinsing, she dragged her bulk out onto the lakeside. A squirrel watching her thought to himself that he could feel the water level lowering. On her paws and knees, she shook the excess water off her fur, sending her blubber shaking and bouncing side to side, before pulling a brush from her bathing bag. She sat with her thick legs splayed out and slowly brushed her hair and fur, smoothing them down. A soft growl of comfort escaped her as she felt the bristles gliding along her body like a pleasant scratch.

Once she brushed all she could reach, she stretched out her soft limbs before flopping onto her back. She could already feel the hot sun drying her fur, which combined with her huge belly, gave her personal areas plenty of coverage from any passers-by who would otherwise be put off by the display. 

Eventually she flopped onto her stomach to allow her back and hair to dry off. Her bulbous backside stuck up in the air in all its rippling glory.

She breathed a slow, quiet sigh, her eyelids fluttering from the comfortable warmth. Surely no one would mind if she took a quick nap. A thought she had often during her days, no matter where in Vita Forest she was. The issue that often came with that was that she would collapse somewhere where her bulk would become an inconvenience for her neighbours, sometimes even against the outer wall of their homes. And it would take quite some doing to rouse her back awake.

But here, on the spacious patch of grass by the lake, she was free to relax for as long as she pleased…

—

Grrrroooowwwrrrrrrrr…

Macey grunted softly as her eyes fluttered open. How long had she been napping? She wasn’t sure, but her fur was dried and silky smooth, just how she liked it. That meant a fine post-bath nap to her.

But as much as she’d love to lounge by the lake all day, her stomach reminded her of a pressing matter.

“Right on,” she said to herself with a grin. “Time for lunch.”

She pulled her bag over and finally started getting dressed. A large, pale green poncho draped down over her bulky abdomen, and her bottom half was covered by a long, purple-blue skirt. Both made of natural fibres, of course. On her chubby right wrist was a braided red and white bracelet, and on her head was a flowery yellow hairband. While she was still naked under what was showing, most of her neighbours were no doubt grateful that she was finally showing some form of decency.

She allowed herself yet another leisurely stretch, before sighing and slowly plodding off toward the trees. Her stomach was telling her it was lunchtime, and she knew exactly what she wanted.

—

Macey certainly didn’t need her nose to lead her to where she was going, but any opportunity to take in that wonderful sweet scent, she’d take it without a second thought. She thumped through the dense wood like she’d taken that route her whole life. Which she had.

Her sleepy face lit up ever so slightly when she came across a familiar tree: a large one with a thick trunk that had been standing tall and proud since she was a young cub. She stared intently at the large knothole near the base of the trunk. Her round ears twitched and wiggled, but all she heard was the soft rustle of leaves and the cheerful birdsong from the branches above.

“Little dudes must be on pollen duty,” she guessed, a grin crossing her face. “Even better.”

She peered into the knothole, and was met with a wonderfully familiar sight. Lined across the walls were yellow hexagons, all of them unoccupied at the moment. And beneath them, just below the edge of the hole, was a deep pool of honey.

She blinked as something occurred to her. “Man, I forgot to bring some jars,” she said, before shrugging. “No sweat - I’ll have a little now and bring them later.”

She dunked her paw into the knothole and fished out a thick glob of sticky golden nectar. She greedily slurped it up into her mouth and went for another helping. Then another. And another.

After yet another pawful - she wasn’t sure how many, she’d stopped counting after twenty four - she paused, remembering she had to restock at home. She leaned back out of the hive and straightened up.

But a few steps away from the tree, she paused and looked over her shoulder. After a few moments of staring, she returned and stuck her head back in the hive.

“There’s still so much,” she muttered, licking her lips. “I can totally have a little more while I’m here, right?”

With that reasoning, she slurped up another pawful of honey. And another. And another. A blissful growl rumbled in her throat from just how much she was indulging. Before she knew it, she had leaned in even further to reach both paws into the honey, greedily slurping as much as she could grab. In the back of her head, she registered how she felt a little tight around the middle, but it wasn’t enough to snap her out of her sweet sticky reverie.

—

What did eventually snap her out of it was her fingers scraping the dry bottom of the hive, making her realise she was no longer picking up any honey. She blinked slowly and took in that she had eaten nearly every drop, save the sticky parts that were just barely out of reach.

“Bummer,” she said. “Guess there wasn’t as much as I thought.”

Her ears twitched as they picked up a sound outside. A familiar chorus of buzzing, that she could swear sounded rather upset. It was quickly followed by the sensation of some very tiny legs on her nub tail, causing it to wiggle.

She gulped. She knew exactly what that was.

She placed her footpaws against the trunk outside and pushed her legs, causing her bloated top half to exit the hive with a pop. As she suspected, she was met with a cloud of hovering bees, scowling right in her direction. Thankfully, their expressions were less aggressive and more like they were used to this happening but still weren’t happy about it.

They glared at a big bear who looked even rounder than normal, thanks to being so bloated with their hard-earned honey. Her face, paws and the front of her poncho were stained with the stuff, which she was instinctively wiping and slurping off as she looked back at them.

Macey went cross-eyed as one of the bees landed on her nose. “Yeah, my bad,” she admitted, smiling sheepishly. “But hey, you make the most righteous honey in the forest. And a whole lot of it too.”

The bee cocked a brow and twitched his wings.

“So, uh, would it be copacetic if I could restock when you’ve got more to spare?” she added, smiling.

The bee rolled his eyes and hopped off her snout, leading the rest into the knothole. Many of them gave Macey dirty looks of their own.

“It’s totally chill,” she decided, rolling herself to her feet. She licked and smacked her lips and gave her stomach a gentle, loving pat, hearing the pool of honey slosh inside. She stifled a burp while she began a slow, ponderous waddle back to her home.

“Least that’s lunch taken care of. Better start thinking of dinner.”

[strawberryfaced]

why life is fucking amazing and you should do things

(list for me and anyone else who sees this)

i actually find myself overwhelmed of all the things i want to do more than i am underwhelmed because i have nothing to do. and it’s actually a wonderful feeling because it’s like “wow. i have spent so many years of my life being bored when there is literally so much to do in this”. It’s like we’re all here already. so why not have some fun with it right!!! so here’s a list that backs up my thesis:

Crochet or sew something

Make a pop up card

Paint your nails

Make a new recipe or custom drink

Do yoga

Do a face mask

Do your hair and dress up

Make a diy gift

Meditate

Go outside (literally just go outside. I promise it’s more amazing than you think)

Lay on the floor

Design one of ur plain tshirts

Make a pot (pottery/ceramics)

Take pictures of urself because you are gorgeous and amazing

Clean the house

Learn a dance

Write poetry or a story

Make a song

Learn an instrument

Look at the sky

Bake a cake or a pastry or anything at all

Make an animation/film

Cut your nails

Go outside (again because I need to emphasise this one)

Read a book

Check in with a friend

Hug a tree

Go to the beach

Collect rocks and shells and sticks

Plant a flower

Research about something. Anything.

Make a video on a day in your life

Build a tree house or anything out of anything

Go on a bike ride

Go kayaking it’s actually so amazing

Go hiking (when u reach the top of the mountain just scream. Scream it feels sooo good)

Explore a place you’ve never been to

Zip lining

Bungee jumping

Go on a picnic

Learn sign language

Cut your hair

Paint a wall in your room

Rock climbing

(if anyone has any other ideas pls tell me!!!)

[someonelookingpraediti]

FairyLoot Unboxing

Regency & Scandal January 2024

January has been an incredibly disappointing month - none of the boxes I received were worth having. OwlCrate also featured the same book as FairyLoot, but I'm pissed off at OwlCrate, and I've cancelled my subscription, so I won't bother with an unboxing post.

The featured book is "A Fragile Enchantment" by Allison Saft. I've read regency fantasy before, and really enjoyed it. But honestly, there is nothing that appeals to me about this book. This edition (like the whole box) is way too prissy for my tastes. It's got an exclusive colourway on the jacket, and an alternate cover on the reverse of the jacket, which is disappointingly similar to the original. There's some impressive printing on the hardcase, a full colour flower pattern on all three edges, and two different full artwork endpapers. There's a lot of work gone into this edition, but I just don't like it, and as I won't be reading the book, I'm going to sell it on.

The first item is a lunch bag. It's based on "The Wisteria Society of Lady Scoundrels". It's not a very nice material, the pattern is (as I've said) prissy, and the colour is unpleasantly pastel. And that's coming from someone who loves pastel.

The next item is a ceramic flower pot. The is inspired by the "Emily Wilde" books. It's a good quality item, but again, not to my taste. It's overwhelmingly pink, and frilly. It's an odd shape, and quite small, so is probably suited more to herbs than anything else.

Next is a brooch, based on the featured book. It's a portrait of one of the characters. I don't really know what else to say about this, except that it's not nice. I'd never wear this.

Finally, there's an apron. It's a half apron, inspired by "Half a Soul". I love these books, but wouldn't have linked this design to the story. It's not a very good quality apron, the design is unimpressive, and the colour is unpleasant.

This month's tarot cards feature Niamh and Kit, from "A Fragile Enchantment".

I can't even really judge this box objectively, because it's so, so far from my personal taste. I really disliked the whole box, and I think it is the absolute extreme of a trend I hate - the gendered targeting of subscription boxes.

[letsgostealthelouvre]

I’m pretty sure my mother had one of these in our kitchen windowsill for flowers when I was growing up.

[ID: A small pitcher in white glazed ceramic, which has clearly been broken into pieces and painstakingly reassembled. It has a large looping handle on the side, a wide mouth, and on the even wider body it has blue “palmettes” traced in a design that is ancient but looks quite modern. It definitely resembles a pot someone might have bought and displayed in their kitchen in the 70s.]

[eccentric-nucleus]

or like, so. i have a peace lily plant that i grew from seed. the way you do this is you first have to have enough separate peace lilies that one plant has a bract in its pollen-receptive phase while another plant has a bract in its pollen-generating phase. (peace lilies are sequential hermaphrodites where each flower first is sticky and absorbs pollen, and then if it's not fertilized it'll dry out and start producing pollen.) then you need to manually pollenate the flower and hope it takes. then you need to wait six months or so for the ovary to grow into a seedpod. then you have a peace lily seedpod!

so the thing with peace lily seeds is that they are viable for maybe two weeks immediately after harvesting, and also they have maybe a 5% viability rate to begin with. each seedpod does have a number of seeds (tiny sharp flecks about a third the size of a peppercorn) in the ballpark of 100, so. you want to husk all of them and separate them out and plant them in a damp spot with air circulation, and then you need to wait for 95% of them to never sprout. the one time i properly set up the seeds 5 sprouted and 4 of them were pallid mutants that withered and died.

the other thing is peace lily genetics are kind of messed up. since commercial cultivars are all reproduced clonally (peace lilies pup, and then you can separate out the pup) nobody's really selecting for seed viability. there are plenty of houseplants that are effectively impossible to reproduce via seed b/c they've been selected for things for so long that they're basically in the same spot as seedless bananas. whoops that's a mutation that makes sexual reproduction impossible! hope you never have to do that again. any plant with variegation has had some of its chlorophyll-producing genes knocked out, and for some of them it's really rare to get a seedling that has any chlorophyll production, so you end up with pure-white seedlings that die once they exhaust the energy in the seed itself.

so anyway that one viable seed survived and after months of living in a little plastic cup i transferred it into a slightly larger plastic cup and then into a ceramic pot, and a few months ago i separated off some of its pups and now i have 3 clones of this one genetically-unique peace lily.

plants do their own thing. plants live on a time scale synced to the length of the day that does not care about human concerns. the second time i tried to grow a seedpod i had to move across the country and so i left the seedpod on longer than i should've, or i exposed the plant to cold temperatures, or i overwatered it, or any number of other factors meant that i got precisely zero viable seeds out of that seedpod. not even any weird pale mutants. plants grow at their own rate, and there are any number of complex factors that make them grow, or not, and good luck even identifying the major ones much less being able to change them. you kill a bunch of plants trying to figure out what's wrong with them.

the thing with videogames is that they are simulations. they are about stripping reality back to a set of rules that a programmer can conceptualize and a computer can run. physics gets reduced to a set of simple integrated equations. guns get reduced to a shoot button and a reload prompt. things get simplified down to what the designer considers to be their core essence.

when i talk about nature, about plants, all that stuff are the things that are central in my mind. in most games, even in most gardening games, it's clear that the central thing is 'plants pretty'. plants look nice and have a pleasing shape and you can rearrange them and make them grow. and that's frustrating!!

[homular]

Charming Cuisine: French Country Kitchen Decor Ideas

Full Interior Design Solutions in Bhubaneswar: If you're unsure of where to start when designing your kitchen in the French country style, start by picturing a simple, rustic French farmhouse kitchen. Imagine periwinkle linens and a huge oak table with sunlight streaming in. Using natural materials and light, airy hues, French country warmth and familiarity are achieved.

Step 1

Pick a paint color. Choose a shade of fresh summer grass, off-white, yellow, light blue, pale terra cotta, or any combination of those. Choosing checkered blue or yellow window coverings is a good idea if your walls are white. Wainscoting and chair rails should either be coated with a clear finish or stained in a light tint; they shouldn't be overly polished. Images of flowers or French cafes in bright, quirky frames should be shown. Simply frame them with black. The backs of your sink and stove should be covered with ceramic tile backsplashes with roosters and flowers.

Step 2

Choose a table with a thick slab of wood for the tabletop that has a rustic appearance. Give it a faint color wash. Chairs might be light wood, painted, or made of cast or wrought iron. Curves in the ironwork and pillows with floral or pattern Best Home Interior Designer in Bhubaneswar help soften this. Tables and chairs can be made of wood that hasn't been stained.

Step 3

Cabinets might be painted off-white, pale blue, yellow, or green or stained in a light color. Despite having rustic accents, a French country Modular Kitchen Design in Bhubaneswar must never be unduly dark or heavy. It is best to lightly stain or paint large hardwood tables and cabinets with light wood accents.

Step 4

Install floors made of brick, stone, or wood, and cover them with rugs made of cotton that are of generous size. To keep the décor French country rustic, if you want a fireplace, construct it out of stone. As a mantle, position a substantial beam over the fireplace. Put some light paint on it.

Step 5

Add off-white plaster in between the beams and install beamed ceilings. Utilize ceramic containers in various colors as decor. The table's centerpiece should be a big green plant in a pale blue pot.

Rakesh Rout

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