#arum hours

[headmates-beyond-comprehension]

Hi! Secret third (actually probably the like fifth but we won’t get into that) eldritch god fictive here! I’m Arum (he/they/it) and I’m a fictive of one of the system oc’s! More specifically an oc made by that blue guy who uses this account and kind of the host. (Sorry that blue guy didn’t tell you he had ocs, the story concept I’m from is not even four months old I’m assuming he’s was going to wait until a more presentable stage of development)

I’ll most likely use red text or just normal text whenever I speak on here.

I didn’t really have a defined domain in source but if I had to define it I’d say my source was the god of carnivorous plants, fungi, and denial. Please ask me more about the story I’m from!!! I want to give out the spoilers blue man doesn’t want you to know! Actually I’m not allowed to give major spoilers, but I can give plenty of cool info anyway.

Also ask me about things in general, I’ve been in the system for under a week so I don’t have interests outside of what I did in my source just yet, but I can find something to talk about ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[headmates-beyond-comprehension]

I am apparently The Fourteenth octive we have formed??? Which says something about us as a system I think.

[sexiestpodcastcharacter]

Who is the Sexiest Fictional Podcast Character?

After receiving 219 submissions for 152 characters from 52 podcasts and a round of preliminaries, we have our brackets!*

*20 characters from the podcast Welcome to Night Vale will appear later in a Night Vale-only bracket.

Round 1:

Scripted Bracket

Isabel Lovelace (Wolf 359) vs Cyrille (5 Minuten Harry Podcast)

Krejjh (The Strange Case of Starship Iris) vs Lady Ethel Mallory (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Lord Arum (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Witch Queen A.K.A. Daughter Dooley (Old Gods of Appalachia

Warren Kepler (Wolf 359) vs Ashley "Ash" Ramis (Georgie Romero is Done For)

Brutus Feels (Kane and Feels) vs Shan (SPINES)

Sir Caroline (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs The Dragon Narrator (Unseen)

Alé (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Hester/The Narrator (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Thistle/The Woman (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Sam Bailey (The Sheridan Tapes)

Peter Nureyev (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Butt (Pounded In The Butt By My Own Podcast: Episode 1)

Alice (Alice Isn't Dead) vs Diggory Graves (Hello From the Hallowoods)

Antigone Funn (Wooden Overcoats) vs Ryan Dallas (EOS 10)

Martin Blackwood (The Magnus Archives) vs Galileo (Let's Make A Music)

Lucifer Kane (Kane and Feels) vs Gin (Story Break: Heaven Heist)

Amaryllis of Exile (The Penumbra Podcast: Second Citadel) vs Mabel Martin (Mabel)

Pilot Pereya (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Hester Oleta (Within The Wires: Season 1)

Strelitzia (Additional Postage Required) vs Harold "HBD" Bastion Demetrius (The Soft-Boiled Detective)

Akmazian (EOS 10) vs Everyone from The Strange Case of Starship Iris

Damien (The Bright Sessions) vs Mari Datuin (Hi Nay)

Count Dracula (Re: Dracule) vs Static Man (Archive 81)

Dragana Vukovic (The White Vault) vs Elias Bouchard (The Magnus Archives)

Agnes Montague (The Magnus Archives) vs Vega Rex (Vega: A Sci-Fi Adventure Podcast!)

Mina Murray (Re: Dracula) vs Nicholas Waters (Archive 81)

Mark Bryant (The Bright Sessions) vs Laura (Hi Nay)

Georgie Crusoe (Wooden Overcoats) vs Kate Burnham (The Bridge)

Keisha (Alice Isn't Dead) vs SAYER (SAYER)

Chance Sequoyah (The Penumbra Podcast) vs Yaretzi (Hello From The Hallowoods)

Buddy Aurinko (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Dane (Dreamboy)

Sadie Doyle (Thrilling Adventure Hour: Beyond Belief) vs Hera (Wolf 359)

Tim Stoker (The Magnus Archives) vs The CryptoNaturalist (The CryptoNaturalist)

Rita (The Penumbra Podcast: Juno Steel) vs Lou (Archive 81)

Dr. Joan Bright (The Bright Sessions) vs Ashvin Beeharee (Hi Nay)

Renée Minkowski (Wolf 359) vs Clara Page (Who is Aldrich Kemp)

Unscripted Bracket

Pickman (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle) vs The Shadow Man ('Til Death Do Us Blart)

Beacon (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty vs Glenn Close (Dungeons and Daddies)

Oscar Wilde (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Grand Magnificent (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Taako (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Bathin (Stella Firma)

Lup (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Sago Glegg (Rotating Heroes: Arc 6)

Sans Undertale (Interstitial: Our Hearts Intertwined: Authority) vs M. Leopold Duvall (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Duck Newton (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Chine (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Tryst Valentine (Campaign: Star Wars) vs Mini Smithson (Chapter and Multiverse: Masks)

Gable (Campaign: Skyjacks) vs Hector Hu (Friends at the Table: Bluff City)

Michael (The Adventure Zone: Dust) vs Nicky Close (Dungeons and Daddies

Zolf Smith (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Fourteen Fifteen (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Coco Cashmere (Hey Riddle Riddle) vs Trexel Geistman (Stella Firma)

Killian Fangbattle (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henrietta Salm (Pest Control: Fate)

Kalvin Brnine (Friends at the Table: PALISADE) vs Lye "Lyke" Lichen (Friends at the Table: Sangfielle)

Indrid Cold (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Rigour (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Chunt (Hello From The Magic Tavern) vs Suvirin Kedberiket (Worlds Beyond Number: The Wizard, The Witch, and the Wild One)

Tender Sky (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage) vs Pox (NeoScum)

The Firbolg (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Ron Stampler (Dungeons and Daddies)

Azu (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Hadrian (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Moonshine Cybin (Not Another D&D Podcast: Bahumia) vs Caspian (Just Roll With It: Riptide)

Amber Gris (The Adventure Zone: Ethersea) vs Jens Lyndelle (Not Another D&D Podcast: Trinvyvale)

Perennial (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Throndir (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Nadiya Jones (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Ibex (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Cassander Timaeus Berenice (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight) vs Tech Wizard (NeoScum)

Vermillion "Milli" Blue (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN) vs Dak Rambo (NeoScum)

Rainer (The Adventure Zone: Graduation) vs Mercedes Oak-Garcia (Dungeons and Daddies)

Thisbe (Friends at the Table: PARTIZAN and PALISADE) vs Echo Reverie (Friends at the Table: Twilight Mirage)

Kravitz (The Adventure Zone: Balance) vs Henry Hogfish (Not Another D&D Podcast)

Aubrey Little (The Adventure Zone: Amnesty) vs Glenfyr "Glen" Gladewyn (Not Another D&D Podcast

Cel Sidebottom (Rusty Quill Gaming) vs Adelaide Tristé (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron)

Kardala (The Adventure Zone: Commitment) vs Jacqui Green (Friends at the Table: COUNTER/Weight)

Hella Varal (Friends at the Table: Seasons of Hieron) vs (Former) Confessor Bartholomew Lamentations (The Unexplored Places: Ruin's Gate)

[wraithsoutlaws]

[ SUBJECT INTERVIEW: "DRAGULA" ]

NAME? I was given a name that is no longer relevant. NICKNAME? Dragula has existed in the net since 2071. GENDER? I never put stock into it. Male, I suppose. STAR SIGN? It spans 330 to 360 degrees of celestial longitude.  HEIGHT? Six feet. Or 182 centimeters. I find the metric system to be more appealing.  ORIENTATION? Meat is meat, it serves a function either way. FAVORITE FRUIT? I can almost remember the taste of a pear but the harder I think about it, the more it feels like ash on my tongue. FAVORITE SEASON? I’m partial to the autumnal equinox. Cooler temperatures provide the illusion of cleaner air and the cooling system in my unit is perpetually malfunctioning in the heat, but all things considered, I like to watch the leaves die. FAVORITE FLOWER? The Titan Arum, which blooms only once every decade and smells of rotting flesh. I would very much like to see one some day.  FAVORITE SCENT? Fresh rain on the concrete. For a few brief moments it covers the city in something real.  COFFEE OR TEA? Matcha. I’ve blackmailed a cafe in Kabuki to supply it to me free of charge.  AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP? I try for several. I rarely get more than few.  DOG OR CAT PERSON? My mother had a dog when I was still a child, a relentless creature that barked at every whisper. One day the door was left open and I watched it run into the street where a Mackinaw eviscerated it on the pavement. I’ve not seen one since, nor would I want to. Felines have a calmer presence. Quieter, too.  DREAM TRIP? Away. FAVORITE FICTIONAL CHARACTER? I used to watch a cartoon robot on tv. He would take his head off to end unfavorable conversations. I wish I could do that now. NUMBER OF BLANKETS YOU SLEEP WITH? I don’t. This city is an inferno, in fact, I’m not convinced these aren’t the very fires of Hell.  RANDOM FACT? A snake driven mad will devour itself whole. Like a glitch in it’s self-preservation, something inside compels it. Have you ever witnessed such a beautiful act of destruction?

tagged by: @chevvy-yates (ty for giving me a reason to do this again!). not tagging anyone specifically now, but if you'd like to participate (or play again) please feel free to tag me!

[sunfish-exotics]

Plan for the pond landscaping and a little work done this morning before it got too hot! I'm sure it will change a bit and I'll add some more little filler plants but I'm excited to continue working on my VISION. I'm currently doing a sludge removal / water clarity treatment on the pond itself so it will need to just run for several days before I continue cleaning it. There are some rocks in the bottom still that need to come out but I want to clear out most of the goop before tackling that portion of the project. Still hoping to add fish in May! The pond itself really just needs a deep clean and a few plants added and it will be good to go for fish, the landscaping is going to take me longer especially since I'm working more hours at my 9-5 on top of everything I do with Sunfish Exotics! Don't want to promote hustle culture or anything but that's where I'm at rn haha.

Plants added today: peach canna, aloha elephant ear

Plants bought but not planted: dwarf papyrus, red banana

Plants I want to get: a couple arrow arum, bog canna, obedient plant, maybe a native cardinal plant?, hardy water lily, another canna, couple more elephant ears, maybe some more native ferns for the shade?, lemon grass maybe???? Lots lol

Fish I want to add: either orandas or wakins, tamasabas would be amazing if I could find them but I I won't get my hopes up. I'll initially stock 10 and let them grow some before adding more. Considering the size of the pond if I do fancies I could comfortably keep about 15 adults total, but if I do wakins or hibunas I'll keep the number of adults at that 10 level.

Blah blah I'm rambling bye friends!

[damienthepious]

it's been stupid hot and humid here all day and i thought i wasn't gonna hack it but I MADE IT and i'm sorry because this chapter is now YOUR problem too and not just mine. 💜

heart beats best in a bed (ch 26)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12] [ch 13] [ch 14] [ch 15] [ch 16] [ch 17] [ch 18] [ch 19] [ch 20] [ch 21] [ch 22] [ch 23] [ch 24] [ch 25] [ao3] [Rating: Mature Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, (others? eventually?) Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Lizard Kissin’ Tuesday, Rivals With Benefits, (I CANT BELIEVE THAT WAS ALREADY A TAG THANK FUCK), Mutual Pining, Secret Relationship, Denial of Feelings, Alternate Universe, (it’s not ROLE reversal it’s like. RELATIONSHIP reversal), (the timing is fucked with), (who knows who first), Sex with Feelings, Relationship Negotiation, (i literally never know how to tag things), (some miscommunication and mild angst in the future), Pining While Fucking, Porn With Plot Summary: Sir Damien is a committed, dedicated knight with a shining record and spotless reputation. Barring, of course, his one minor indiscretion, his singular, secret exception. It does not bear mentioning, of course. The arrangement is purely practical, purely physical, utterly inconsequential, of course. It is not as if a monster would- could care for him in any meaningful way, after all. The idea is impossible; as impossible as the idea of Sir Damien possessing any feelings whatsoever for the monster in return. Chapter Summary: Two unsettled nights, and a breaking point. Chapter Notes: im honking a clown horn on my own nose because i did this to myself and im SORRY. im sorry. he'll get better. probably. eventually.

~

She can't quite tell, but Rilla thinks that Damien is still awake when she starts to fade off herself. Which... is fine. He's anxious, he's unsettled, he's maybe not used to sharing a bed, she doesn't really blame him.

When she wakes up sometime in the small hours like she usually does, though, he's way deep under. Which is good, because it means he stays asleep while she slips off to relieve herself and get some water, pulling the curtains aside to catch a peek at the glittering trail of the stars above her garden.

He hasn't moved at all when she rejoins him, though when she climbs onto the bed he does roll over, slipping his arms around her with a wordless noise even in sleep.

It's-

She feels her cheeks heat, which is maybe a little absurd. It's just... sweet. He's sweet.

Usually.

[read more on ao3]

[elias-the-scribe]

Earthbound Stars part 1 (again)

Author’s note: hiiiii so yeah i’m rewriting this. i had a few better ideas for the world building and story beats so naturally i just rewrote the whole thing. as one does

The stars shone down on the two kids laying on a picnic blanket. Ori, the one with short fluffy hair and a bright smile on their face was talking animatedly to the other, Vera, a young girl with a very short braid that went from dark brown to bright red at the tip. It looked like the stinger of a scorpion at the end.

“Which constellation is that one?” Ori pointed towards the stars while Vera flipped through the book of constellations she had gotten from the library.

“That one’s… um.. I don’t think it’s a constellation.” She studied the stars for a few moments. “It kind of looks like a sword.”

“Oh!” Ori’s grey, almost violet, eyes shined with excitement. “I bet it’s a magic sword! Sent up there to wait until someone worthy takes it and defeats some great evil!” They mimed grabbing something and swished it around.

“Maybe it was a cursed sword, placed in the sky so no one can reach it.”

“Either way, it’s in the stars to protect us.”

"Do you think it’s that way for everything?” Vera questioned. Her dark eyes reflected the stars while tracing their familiar patterns, remembering the stories. “Do you think all the people that got sent there were dangerous?”

Ori glanced at her, head tilted to one side. “I thought it was an honor? You know, get put in the stars and be remembered forever? Isn’t that what everyone says? That if you’re brave enough, you’ll get to be in the stars forever.”

“Would you call it an honor? To be sent away from your home?”

“Where is this coming from? Is something wrong?” Ori’s voice was edged with worry and building panic. Her fingers grazed the small star embedded at the base of her neck before her arm flopped back onto the picnic blanket.

“I don’t know. It just feels weird to me.”

Ori rolled over to face her “It is weird, usually it was because they died right?”

“Sometimes, I don’t think all of them are dead… or want to be up there”

“How do you know?”

“I don’t, it’s just a feeling.” Silence fell between them, warm and full of the promise of laughter, as they stared up at the stars.

Almost an hour later, a voice called from behind them and made the pair yelp in alarm. “Why are you two on the roof? It’s going to storm soon. Come inside.” Selena stood in the open door. She looked like a silhouette against the flickering hallway light.

“We were having a picnic!” Ori sat up, “And also mom, there’s no clouds.” They looked around the sky to prove their point, but saw the dark clouds gathering on the horizon. “Oh nevermind, those clouds are angry.” Both kids got up and started to fold up the blanket.

“Sorry to worry you aunt Lena.” Vera chimed in.

“I wasn’t worried Vera, you don’t need to apologize. I called your parents, Arum is going to pick you up… unless you want to have a sleepover, then he’ll stay the night.”

“Sleepover!” Both children excitedly exclaimed, and Selena just chuckled softly, not surprised in the slightest.

“I’ll meet Arum downstairs then.”

Lena watched the two run off, giggling and talking about… something. A cursed sword? She decided not to question the discussions of twelve year olds. She went to the kitchen to start cooking dinner and get her phone to call Arum. It rang a few times before a breathless “hello?” answered.

“Hey, the kiddos want to have a sleepover. I know you’re busy tomorrow, but want to stay the night?”

A quiet voice responds, “Aunt Lena? Yeah a sleepover sounds great. Is it alright with you if I spend an hour or two talking with Apollo?”

“Of course it is. We all want you to recover. But I thought you were almost recovered?”

“That’s a long story... Mind if we talk about it at your place?”

“Of course not, I’ll meet you downstairs.”

“See you soon.”

Character pronouns:

Ori: they/them, Sasri: she/they Selena: she/her Arum: he/him

[enoughyi]

HELLO HELLO

What about .. 61 ? (I can't copy it, it's the hands on back one) With Julia/Imelda/Poppy ? I absolutely adore them together

#2: Arum

Ship: Imelda Reyes x f!MC (Julia Wright) x Poppy Sweeting

Summary: Competition was the steam to power the Research, and the Research itself was too captivating to put it to a side and up the gaze to verdant and rocky meadows just behind the lovely curtains, adorned the window's both sides with herbose imagery. Poppy picked them a few months ago, thought the design of Julia's study could have a touch of Hufflepuff's grace.

Prompt Number: 61. Hands On The Other Person’s Back, Fingertips Pressing Under Their Top, Drawing Gentle Circles Against That Small Strip Of Bare Skin That Make Them Break The Kiss With A Gasp Kiss. [>>>link to the list]

Word count: 839. Rating: M.

A/N: It's brainrot-powered. Characters are in their 20's.

Flower language ahead. I didn't want to link the full dictionary but I hope I left enough semantic clues to work out the meanings. ^ ^

This one feels… incomplete, idk? It's a drabble but still. lmk pls.

Tags: @celestial--sapphic @espressoristretto-patronum

One day Julia caught herself smirking, wand motionless in her hand.

The study's location within the house was intentionally put to the western side of the house. Julia wanted the Sun to be her clock in and clock out mechanism, but she lived on the British Isles.

The window, this addendum of little practical value, therefore hid behind the lovely gift from Poppy; an elegant reminder Julia's life wasn't confined to a desk, and an effective one at that.

Always being at the periphery of her vision, never leaving her alone on any day but especially on a gloomy, darkened one, when the thick material would stop the cold from sipping in through the cracks in the frame or through somewhere underneath the sill. The morphing print, spread wide on these days, couldn't escape Julia's heed, too.

She flicked the wand; the curtains spread, its elaborate etching of twining honeysuckles slid down, slowly turning a yarrow meadow.

"Love," it hinted; a compelling message in a subtle and silly language Poppy astutely knew Julia spoke as fluently, a potioneer she was.

Poppy never answered if the curtains complimented or commented on the mood. Did she know and did it matter if either of them was flabbergastingly flattered each time by the magic herself, no less.

However.

A lovely one and a peaceful one but a however nonetheless.

Imelda.

Julia wagered the curtains would shift momentously and bloom with roses whenever Imelda knocked and click the doorknob. Waiting for the invitation was usually out of the way of Imelda's only reasonable amounts of patience, tied to clock arrows and intricate timetables. It rarely left Julia time to have a lengthy conversation before the quick and often haste leave.

From her point of view, she could only suspect Imelda wasn't blind to the shifting scenery; and she wasn't.

One day Julia was nearly belated to the flying practice at the broom racing club. Imelda wouldn't take 'no' or 'Research' for the answer, not even the "Competition". Trading and academic pursuits could wait for a few hours, she said; those were obviously training time, evening, dinner, nightly pleasures and night itself plus part of the morning.

In other words, "Julia, arse off the chair!"

Mid-leave, Julia heard Imelda's unsavoury request and stopped. The print told her vulgarities. Imelda's grin was uncomfortably smug. Julia hoped the curtains didn't comment on that.

She warned her, the doorsill could turn a bewitched plank -- much like to the one Caldwell&Brewster had, thanks to Fastidio -- if that will keep Imelda's curiosity at bay.

Preferably, at bay at down the town, a few miles away, at the broom race course muggles just built. This curiosity could fuel something in Imelda to help her improve broom handling or to finally figure out was it her slippery hand or the broom pleaded to be sent to the retirement cupboard.

Julia concluded their exchange, her voice strict, "Everywhere but not in my study".

"All right. Keep your dungeons closed and safe then. For now," Imelda retorted.

Julia muttered, "Pest".

She didn't regret Imelda's teasing revenge came later that same day but ever since that exchange she became wary of Imelda's potential stunt.

Soon comes the day acute-angled towers of papers and ledgers will carpet the floors, inks will splash, pens roll in all four directions, cards and wax stamps scattered, unsent letters hid under the table, and on top of this mess, them, shamelessly careless, looking at the curtains' chagrin lilacs and lilies, or amaranths, laugh its comment off.

If the curtains actually commented because when that day came, Julia, stuck in a sultry kiss while sat still on her own table amidst the papers, -- unbelievably audacious woman, Imelda Reyes, -- eyed carnations blooming; saw Poppy coming, her cheeks red as the print.

Julia snorted when Imelda gasped at Poppy's shy touch on where her clothes didn't cover her skin.

"You will be the death of me," Imelda said. "You and this one." She nodded at Julia. She continued, glanced at the print, "I didn't know what I expect but not this. Anyone says anything about 'love' and I will correct you instantly; this flower's meaning is 'sex'."

"Never been up for romance, you," Poppy cackled. "It's just… Us."

Julia sighed, "If either of you were looking at herbs and not at Mirab-- err, Garlick all the time before the NEWTs, you'd know it's fascination. Poppy is the closest, though." Julia glanced at Imelda, tried to appear stingy. People, sat and held on their own tables, with a body standing in-between their legs, can't appear any less threatening. It's a break free, or a surrender. "You are narrowing it down too much, Imelda."

Maybe, Julia managed to have it to her eyes. Imelda's following kiss stung her lip; she must to had it from somewhere, mustn't she.

"Can you maybe not have it… here?" Poppy asked with a hint of demand she often let it in her voice to compel people. "We've dinner almost ready, besides, there isn't enough space for another one…"

[audiofanficpod]

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[janewilsonrva]

O Tuckahoe!

Henrico County, Virginia (USA)

Photo from May 21, 2023.

Arrow Arum is a aquatic plant native to the wetlands of eastern North America. It's also known as Tuckahoe, a name of Native American origin. (They ate it, boiling it down for hours first to make it both safe and palatable.) These large, arrow-shaped leaves were growing by the edge of a pond, formed by a dammed stream.

[roegadynroost]

FFXIVwrite 2023 - 21 Grave

Coerthan mornings were beautiful. Something about the frosty air was so clear and pristine. The sun would gleam as it came over the mountains and reflect off the snow, casting everything in the most regal light. Thyn'a would watch for hours if the moment were not so fleeting, but the moments were as many things in life. Ephemeral.

Thyn'a's steady gait took her from Camp Dragon head past Witch's Drop and up Providence Point.  Though she enjoyed the cooler weather, she wore a heavier garb than usual today. It was a gleaming steel mail, over a beautiful uniform in her favorite icy blue, accented and lined with a lovely downy fur. She didn't get bothered by the chill easily, so to her it felt that she were overdressed, but no stranger that she passed would have known that the outfit was anything special. She however hoped that it would impress a friend she was going to see.

Her sword was at her belt and her shield at her back polished and sparkling. Not her most proficient weapons, but ones Thyn'a had become proud to wield. 

In the Roegadyn's hands she bared the most precious gift, a verdant bouquet, wrapped in delicate paper. The handsome white arums were holding up quite well all considered. Thyn'a smiled as she looked at them for just a moment before returning her attention to the route ahead.

The path up to Steel Vigil was blessedly clear. No ogres, no hungry wolves or aevis. Just Thyn'a and her footsteps crunching in the snow below. She noted there was another path from someone that had braved the fresh snowfall, and she wondered who and where this other person was. 

Ishgard slowly came into view over the hill as she continued on, it's majesty never failing to impress her no matter how many times she saw it. It looked like a diamond floating amongst the shimmering snowcaps. In the past it had felt looming and out of reach but now, she thought that it looked like one of the heavens.

The Mark of the Lover obscured the other visitor, but her eyes trailed the footprints as they disappeared just around it. She slowed her pace, a small prayer to Mephina whispered under her breath as her destination came into sight.

Ser Haurchefant's shield rested against the small stone, a monument far too small for such a great man. There was another fresh bunch of flowers besides it, and now that her sight was no longer obstructed she could see who it was that made the early trip before her.

"Good morning Lord Francel." Thyn'a spoke as he turned and noticed her, offering a smile that had a hard time reaching her eyes. 

"Lady Sindyrl. It is good to see you well." Francel's young handsome face was warm despite the cold. He rose from the knee he had taken, and welcomed her.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, I hope you will not mind sharing my company for a bit. I've brought him flowers too." Thyn'a gave the Elezen man's shoulder a pat and a squeeze as she made to lay her flowers next to the ones he'd left. she brushed some of the snow from the stone, and kneeled respectfully. "Of course not, It brings me peace to see someone else visit." Francel still smiled, but his words were bitter sweet.

Thyn'a nodded and said no more. She was grateful to share the quiet with the son of house Haillenarte. They both owed Haurchefant everything and more.

"It never gets any easier does it?" Francel's question was so soft it was almost lost to the aether.

Thyn'a peeked at him from the corner of her eye, and shook her head, closing her eyes.

By the time the sun had risen to the middle of the sky Thyn'a had found herself and her thoughts alone. Francel had excused himself a while after her arrival. She offered to walk him back, but he politely declined insisting that she should have some time alone.

And so Thyn'a prayed and told Lord Haurchefant of all the journeys she'd had since her last visit to the grave. She told him how he had inspired her to take up the sword and shield and that she'd gotten rather good at it. She hold him of her journeys on the star and beyond. She told him that she wished she'd been as strong as she was now back then.

Thyn'a let a heavy breath out of her mouth and watched as the vapor danced away into the air.

"No, it doesn't get easier." Thyn'a spoke breathlessly, somehow managing a smile for her friend even as she fought off the deepest despair. A lone tear managed to escape and disappear into the snow below. 

"It weighs heavy as it should."

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[7-pines]

top 20 artisan items (just like in general)

and what you need to make each of these.

(if you want to focus on what to put into aging barrels, click here)

Large gesha coffee <- Keg <- Large gesha coffee bean <- Luwak

White truffle oil <- Oil press <- White truffle <- Pig

Large llama yarn <- Loom <- Large llama wool <- Llama

Gesha coffee <- Keg <- Gesha coffee bean <- Luwak

Large quail mayonnaise <- Mayonnaise machine <- Large quail egg <- Quail

Black truffle oil <- Oil press <- Black truffle <- Pig

Cactus mead <- Aging barrel <- Cactus honey <- Bee house <- Cactus

Llama yarn <- Loom <- Llama wool <- Llama

Goat cheese wheel <- Cheese press <- Large goat milk <- Goat

Quail mayonnaise <- Mayonnaise machine <- Quail egg <- Quail

Almond flour <- Mill <- Almond

Titan arum black honey/Rafflesia black honey <- Bee house <- Titan arum/Rafflesia

Large goat butter <- Mason jar <- Large goat milk <- Goat

Large duck mayonnaise <- Mayonnaise machine <- Large duck egg <- Duck

Goat cheese <- Cheese press <- Goat milk <- goat.

Aged large gesha coffee <- Aging barrel <- [see 1. Large gesha coffee]

Fermented goat cheese wheel <- Aging barrel <- [see 9. Goat cheese wheel]

Large salted quail egg <- Mason jar <- Large quail egg <- Quail

Large wool cloth <- Loom <- Large wool <- Sheep

Fairy rose mead <- Aging barrel <- Fairy rose honey <- Bee house <- Fairy rose

This is all calculated as price/hours in the artisan machine (and aging barrel stuff is just calculated as price/hour of the time in the aging barrel, not the amount of time it takes to prepare something for the aging barrel). While almond flour is good, you're going to have to check back every 9 hours to refill it.

[retphienix]

I take back half my excitement.

I was right about the sporothrix 🙄

The arum IS available all the time though, so that's nice :)

but the sporothrix is still tied to the stupid 2.5 hour timegate nonsense which makes farming it tedious.

[damienthepious]

lizard kissin’ lizard kissin’ lizard kissin’ lizard kissin’ but actually. in reality. maybe just some lizard hand holdin’. sortakinda. :3c

The Beast In On His Chain (chapter 14)

[ch 1] [ch 2] [ch 3] [ch 4] [ch 5] [ch 6] [ch 7] [ch 8] [ch 9] [ch 10] [ch 11] [ch 12] [ch 13] [ao3] [???]

Fandom: The Penumbra Podcast

Relationship: Lord Arum/Sir Damien, Sir Damien/Rilla, Lord Arum/Sir Damien/Rilla

Characters: Sir Damien, Lord Arum, Rilla, Sir Absolon

Additional Tags: Second Citadel, Alternate Universe - Different First Meeting, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, prisoner/guard dynamic, Dehumanization, (which feels like a weird word to use for a nonhuman person bUT. it’s what i got.), Despair, Angst, Angst with a Happy Ending, (EVENTUALLY!!!! it’ll take a while), Captivity, Suicidal Thoughts, (that will be a theme throughout. inescapable in this particular fic. alas.), Eventual Romance, (Yes the dynamics in this one are fucked. honestly i’m kinda Stretching my limits these days.), (having fun with it. fucking around. it’s fine.), Recovery, (eventually), Self-Reclamation

Chapter Summary: A couple of conversations, from alternating perspectives.

Chapter Notes: Chapter specific warnings for descriptions of Arum's early captivity, implied torture, continuing references to starvation/dehydration, mentions of injury. Take care of yourselves and i love you!

~

Arum looks... better. A week or so of water and already-

He does not seem healed, exactly. He is still... worryingly thin, still with the echoes of bruises across his arms and his chest and his eye, though the swelling has gone down substantially. It's subtle, really. Damien is unsure if he would have noticed if he hadn't been looking quite so closely. His color-

He looks less... ashen grey, Damien thinks. His scales are colorless, still, washed out, but- paler, now. Almost... clearer? And the scales themselves seem less dry, cracked, brittle. Claws, too. He breathes a little easier.

(Damien's stomach twists and twists and twists and he cannot make himself believe that this is enough, but-)

Arum has been suspicious of him, still, intermittently. Now and again. He hasn't gone so far as to dump any more cups on Damien's head, thankfully, but- the amount of trust he has in Damien's motives seems to vary by the hour, as Damien sits patiently at the edge of Arum's plinth.

Damien asks, now. If Arum would not mind hearing Damien speak, compose, pray. His responses vary, as well, glaring and shaking his head or rolling his eyes into a reluctant nod, by turns. Damien stays quiet when asked, of course. It is difficult, admittedly, but- it seems a cruelty to give Arum a choice and then fail to follow through.

Once, Arum denies Damien's request to compose aloud, but then after a few hours the monster huffs, grimacing when Damien glances back towards him. He wrinkles his snout, the motion almost- cute, in a strange way, and then he looks away. Damien tries to give Arum a bit of grace, then, politely turning back to the front and his own thoughts, but after another heavy few seconds, he feels Arum's knuckles, just barely brushing the edge of Damien's elbow.

He twitches, turning perhaps a bit too quickly in surprise, and Arum pulls back, startled in his own right. The monster flicks his tongue after a moment, still uncomfortable, still flinching, and Damien-

"Did you..." Damien trails off, biting his lower lip for a moment before he tries again. "Did you need something of me?"

Arum's expression sours, and Damien remembers belatedly- pride, of course, and implying that he needs anything from Damien- poor choice of words, politeness seen as an insult, of course-

Arum sags after only a moment, though, something defeated in his eyes, and then he lifts a hand and gestures to the journal of poetry drafts in Damien's hands.

"Ah..." Damien blinks, lifting the journal almost unconsciously to press against his chest. "Wh... what would you... I'm sorry, I'm not sure what you mean."

Arum huffs again, points to the book, and then he flexes his hand oddly before he reaches to tap his own snout, his lips. He rolls his eyes as he does this, as if annoyed with himself, and then he flicks his hand out, waving vaguely towards Damien. It would seem like something of a dismissal, but...

Damien feels his own lips part. He swallows, and then tries, "You... you've changed your mind, about my... speaking?"

Arum frowns, and nods. He gestures to the book again.

Damien feels heat in his cheeks, the rawness of his poetic drafts inherently embarrassing, but...

It seems a cruelty, to give Arum a choice and then fail to follow through.

He lowers the pages from against his chest, takes a slow breath in, and starts to run through a verse that has been giving him particular trouble.

He tries, with difficulty, not to flush at the intensity of Arum's gaze upon him.

~

Arum does not know what to do with the new... amendments to his captivity.

Not that he has the freedom to do much of anything with it, but regardless. The sentiment stands.

His throat feels less raw than it has in... well. He does not actually know how long. Since the very first time he screamed it raw under the collar, when he raged and roared until the pain rendered him unconscious.

He think that he feels less tired, as well. That could be illusion, perhaps. It could be, instead, that Damien's presence in (what he assumes are) the daytime hours prevents him from fading into half-dreaming malaise, now. Even when the poet- when the knight is quiet, his presence is still a distraction, now that he simply prefers to... sit. On Arum's plinth. Within reach. The entirety of the shift, barring his allotted breaks.

(The knight is becoming oddly smooth, when it comes to rising and snatching up his weapons and pretending that he had been doing nothing whatsoever that he isn't allowed, when the other guards creak the door open to relieve him.)

He comes and sits close enough that Arum can scent the world outside on his skin, on his clothes.

Always, he smells of feathers and paper and ink, and the particular scent of his own hair and skin (which Arum, to his consternation, thinks that he could recognize in his sleep, now). Intermittently he smells of horses, of turned soil. Flowers. The scent of honeysuckle returns now and again, alongside lavender and roses and mint. He must enjoy plums, for how often his hands bear the scent of that delicate, cool flesh. The scent of other humans lingers on him with reasonable frequency, as well, but without their context, that is all Arum knows. Someone who enjoys talking as much as Sir Damien... it isn't particularly surprising that he would require other creatures with which to prattle and fritter away his time.

Once, he comes-

Droplets crowning his hair, again, damp darkening the armor on his shoulders, and when Damien puts his weapons on the stones away from Arum and shakes himself out, the reality of thunderstorm shivers in Arum's bones. He can taste it. The vague hint of a spark on the air, the thick rich scent of the rain. Mud on the knight's boots. And the distant, almost ignorable intermittent rumble Arum can sense through the stone, buzzing against his scales, he recognizes at last as thunder.

Damien had been grimacing as he shook a hand through his hair, but something in Arum's eyes must stop him short, because the poet's steps falter for a beat, and his cheeks darken when he meets Arum's gaze.

"Ah- er, it's just... raining," he says, lamely, and Arum wishes for perhaps the thousandth time that he could simply tell this creature how utterly absurd he is. In all capacities. He settles for a look, and Damien's face scrunches in something of a wince. "I know, I know." He sighs, and then he tilts his head, considering, his eyes up on the ceiling for a long moment. "Hm."

Arum glares. The force of it draws Damien's attention, and after a moment he shakes his head again (the rain-scent redoubling in Arum's snout).

"The thunder," he says, quietly. "I didn't realize... this deep, you can barely even hear it. It could just as well be the middle of a sunny day, or the depths of a snowstorm, or a humid haze, and we would never know the difference, secreted away in this cryp-"

He pauses, inhaling sharply and almost swallowing the word, but- he catches Arum's eye again. Arum knows what word he said. Damien knows he knows. The knight gives a rather mirthless, uncertain smile, and he sighs.

"Well. Regardless. I'm sup-" another pause. "Rather, I thought I should ask... may I take a look at your hand? The one that was injured, I mean," he says when Arum pulls his head back, wary. "I want to see how it has been healing, if that's alright with you."

Arum glances down to the hand in question, then glares back up at Damien. He can see the hand perfectly well, can't he?

Damien's smile takes on a little more warmth, and he takes a step closer. "May I look a bit closer, I mean," he says. "I- I'd like to see if the swelling has gone down. Your eye looks better, but... the hand was rather more unfortunate, and I want to be sure."

Why, Arum thinks, again. For perhaps the thousandth time. Why does the knight care?

He flexes his fingers, far less sore and stiff than they had been, and then he sighs. He settles a little more comfortably (not comfortably, in truth, but- more so) and offers the offending limb out towards the knight.

Damien almost looks surprised, for a heartbeat, and then his smile shifts even wider, and softer, and he leans against the plinth, lifting his own hands to take Arum's.

Arum twitches at the touch. He can't help it. Even his fingertips are hot like coals, and Arum can feel droplets of water from the rain dotting his skin, too, oddly intimate against Arum's scales. Damien makes a noise in the back of his throat, wordless but soothing, and he very carefully turns Arum's hand in his own, his eyes intent and observant.

Arum imagines that his own eyes must bear a similar look, watching Damien in return, trying to focus on anything besides that touch. He flicks his tongue, taking all of it (rain hair orange peel spark of lightning skin rain soil honeysuckle linen rain green growing things rain) in as one sensation. It feels something like hunger, at the core of him. A want so sharp that it hurts. It coalesces oddly: he remembers with a sudden pulse a particular landscape Amaryllis had shown, raindrops on a river, hazy lines in the air to show the falling droplets, ruffling birds taking cover beneath a shrub, and-

(Ridiculous, the idea that he misses her. He does not know her. He knew her only briefly. She does not mean anything. She is not coming back.)

(She is not coming back.)

Arum swallows. Damien releases his hand, leaning back and leaving Arum's scales colder again. Arum curls his hands into fists, pressing them against his stomach as if that might keep the linger of mammal heat a moment longer. As if it isn't already too late.

"Seems that you're healing rather well," Damien says with a light smile, and then a sharpness comes to his eyes. "Now, at least. Do you imagine the water is helping?" he asks, and Arum-

(Rain on his cheek, still weighing his curls down, emphasizing every scent, is the water helping? Helping-)

(He means the canteen.)

Arum shakes his head to clear it, realizes that Damien will likely take that as a negation, and then he huffs. He gives a shrug, tipping his head sideways in what he hopes will read as a so-so gesture. He doesn't know, of course. It feels like, perhaps, it might be. But how would he know?

Damien nods slowly, a thoughtful turn to his lips, and then he allows himself to sit, perching on the lip of Arum's plinth, his usual place.

(His usual place?)

"Would..." the poet's voice slows, and then he hesitantly raises his eyes to meet Arum's. "Would food help, as well, do you think?"

[hellsite-yano]

Every game I finished this year btw:

Evo\Wave SOMA There Is No Game: Jam Edition 2015 Leaf Blower Revolution - Idle Game Milk outside a bag of milk outside a bag of milk Super Mombo Quest AUGER;ZENITH (DOOM) Foursite (DOOM) Love 2: kuso Swallow the Sea My Hole is a Mouth of Dirt Ann Mutabor (DOOM) Pink Hour Pink Heaven Super 3-D Noah's Ark A Dream in Hell PowerSlave Exhumed The Zium Gallery Sonic Robo Blast 2 Gorogoa Ad Mortem (DOOM) Outdoor Adventures With Marisa Kirisame Iron Lung TUNIC Jenesis (DOOM) Moncage Lost Civilizaton (DOOM) Speed of Doom (DOOM) Going Down (DOOM) Nightmare Reaper Haiku, the Robot 1994 Tune-up Community Project (DOOM) UAC Ultra (DOOM) Strange Aeons (DOOM) No one lives under the lighthouse Director's cut Cave Crawler Lily's Well You Will (Not) Remain 400 Minutes of /vr/ (DOOM) Slaughterfest 2012 (DOOM) Scythe 2 (DOOM) Chainworm Kommando (DOOM) Kemono Friends Cellien May Cry There is No Game: Wrong Dimension Call of the Sea Transiruby Shadow Complex Remastered Momodora II NEEDY STREAMER OVERLOAD Paradise Killer POSTAL: Brain Damaged How Fish Is Made The Looker Logicality Forgive Me Father Sewer Rave Mysteries Under Lake Ophelia UDONGEIN X Ears of the Killer Fishing Vacation Fallow Marie's Room What Never Was Neon White KUNAI 8Doors: Arum's Afterlife Adventure sunny-place missed messages. Cruelty Squad TASOMACHI - Behind the Twilight ElecHead Do You See the Waving Cape He Fucked the Girl Out of Me Froggy Pot Fashion Police Squad L.Depth Space Funeral 3 Proving Path Toilet Chronicles Islets HunterX Little Noah: Scion of Paradise Resonance of the Ocean Wife Quest Nightmare of Decay I Am Sakuya: Touhou FPS Game In 60 Seconds Hell Pie Prodeus Zelle Chasm: The Rift A.W.O.L Doom 2 in Spain Only (DOOM) Ad Mortem Phase 2 (DOOM) 10x10 (DOOM) Kingdom of the Dead Cultic: Chapter One Legacy of the Elder Star Atuel Lost in Vivo Lifeslide Loplight Ghost Song Ato Fatum Betula Chop Goblins Struggle - Antaresian Legacy (DOOM) GUN GODZ ARKOS