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phoenixyfriend · 3 months ago

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Ko-fi prompt from IndigoMay:

What would be the economic impact if people could magically grow whatever food they liked? Including fodder for animals.

This is a very wide-ranging question, like... when was the magic introduced? What was the state of agriculture before that? Is this food generated from existing matter, delivered by gods, or something else?

I'm going to narrow this to:

What would happen if people could, starting tomorrow, grow any plant...

That is edible, by either humans or livestock, with appropriate treatment.

Without delay, meaning that the time sink is several minutes instead of weeks or months.

Without concerns for weather or other natural dangers like fungal infections or pests, or requirements for water or fertilizer.

Without depleting soil nutrients, so long as they have arable land to work with.

Without relying on fresh seeds or other 'raw ingredients' like leaf cuttings.

Well... let's start small.

Personal Basis - people who are not farmers

People who do not normally grow things would start angling to acquire some kind basic gardening implements. For some, like those who live in the suburbs, this would be as simple as going into the backyard. For those in cities, they'd need to get a window box or similar to use. If you have free, guaranteed fresh plant matter, that's already a good thing, but the time and care required to keep a garden alive is more than some people can manage due to work or children or housing. With immediate food that requires minimal effort, a lot of those hurdles are removed. You can grow the two tomatoes you need for dinner, and then put the pot of soil away for tomorrow.

The cost of

Personal Basis - small farmers

The obvious impacts for those who are small farmers is that people are less likely to buy their raw ingredients. Most of these small farmers would start looking into modifying their operations to do things that require processing.

Growing apples in your house for a snack is fine--if you have a pot big enough for a small tree, and a way to dispose of the wood if it's a one-time thing--but if you want applesauce or cider or pie, someone who knows how to cook or bake needs to do that part. You can grow wheat, but your chances of having the necessary tools to grind flour are slim. You can grow cashews, but fuck knows how you're going to process that without poisoning yourself! You can grow grapes on your trellis, but that doesn't mean you have the knowledge to make wine without accidentally going straight to vinegar. You can grow corn, but that doesn't mean you know the best way to dry it to make popcorn.

So small farms shift to those products that either need processing, or are part of an animal-based food. This includes things like flowers for bees. You can't really control bees, so just 'grow and go' might incite the bees to leave somehow. Maybe they can sense magic! Who knows!

Another option would be to focus on unique or heirloom things. If you go to a farmer's market, you might be going just to see all the fruits you've never encountered before. If there's an apple stand one year, and suddenly you can grow your own apples at home, then maybe what they start doing is growing unique or rare cultivars that you've never heard of, and that's their new niche. It's not that you can't grow the apples, but would you grow them if you've never heard of them? Plus, the apple stand is doing sauces and ciders now.

Mid-tier and large farms

These farms will start to focus in on large-scale crops that don't go straight to tables or cooking pots in homes. Scrap the eggplants, the cucumbers, the blueberries. Focus on:

Fruits and vegetables that are needed for popular secondary products, like tomatoes (ketchup, marinara), or oranges (juice), or corn (anything with fructose corn syrups, popcorn).

Plants that are popular but NEED processing to be edible, like coffee beans, cocoa beans, or wheat, that most people just don't have.

Plants that are needed in massive quantities for animal feed, such as alfalfa or chicken grains.

Now, I think these large farms would still be in production. We'd see a massive reduction in water usage, which is great (except for cranberries, I guess), but many of these products would still be needed in quantities that need industrial levels of processing. Someone needs to pick the oranges, to drive them to the juicing facility, the facility needs to juice and treat and preserve and bottle them, and then that needs to be driven to the store. The reduced time to grow, reduced water usage, reduced waste from natural predators or dangers, and general ability to plan things more efficiently would result in lower costs for many of these products in a truly free market... but would possibly also rise in cost as companies try to maintain a consistent flow of profit.

Sure you can make the juice at home, but what if you're already at work? There's still a demand for products; most of us can get water from a tap at home, but there are still convenience stores selling bottled water on every other corner in a big city.

I think the most interesting of these concerns would be grazing animals, like sheep, cattle, and goats. Being able to 'refresh' the grass of a single field without having to rotate the animals to new pastures once they've eaten away at one, and without damaging the nutrient profiles of the one they're staying at, means reduced deforestation or soil destabilization in agricultural areas. We'd see a fairly significant stalling of things like the decimation of Mongolia's grasslands if the goats didn't need as much grazing land.

Maintaining the meat industry would be one of the most constant sources of demand for large-scale agriculture, given that other products could go through cycles to more efficiently use land. You can grow and harvest oranges for Tropicana on Monday, grapes for Welch's on Tuesday, soy beans for Silk on Wednesday, tomatoes for Heinz on Thursday, and so on. They probably won't need more than they used to.

Meanwhile, the cows gotta eat. And eat. And eat.

Corporations

This one is fun! MONSANTO'S GONNA BE PISSED.

So, magically growing food, you don't need seeds, at least in this case. Or you can coax more product out of a seed you already have planted. You've gotten eight cycles corn out of this one stalk this season!

So Monsanto loses some of that insane seed monopoly situation.

You'd see a decrease in pesticides and anti-fungal products as agriculture speeds up a cycle by enough to prevent the spread of dangerous infestations. It's not going to kill your entire farm if you find fungus one day and have to burn it to prevent the spread. You lost one day's profit, not a full year's.

This impacts Monsanto too. Remember the Roundup debacle?

Now, to be clear, there are still plants that will rely on pesticides and anti-fungals. The premise only covers food, after all, so there are still important plants that will need longer, dedicated growing seasons.

Industry-wide shifts

Sooooooooooo a lot of the money starts to come from non-edible plants. This is your cottons, linens, hemps, latex/rubber trees, cork trees, lumber, and so on.

As the needed arable land necessary to feed humanity (and our livestock) decreases, more land is freed up for return to indigenous peoples, reclamation by nature, usage for alternate cultivation, housing, or... well, other capitalist ventures, like bitcoin mining or whatever.

On a geopolitical level, this causes some interesting shifts in places that draw their power from being 'breadbasket' nations. For instance, if you remember the start of the Russo-Ukrainian war, we saw some major pressures being placed by virtue of some countries (e.g. Lebanon, Pakistan) getting most of their wheat from Ukraine, and the war suddenly cutting off a massive portion of how they fed their people. Much of Ukraine's support, in those early days, derived from their importance as a breadbasket nation. If everyone can grown their own food, that moves the lines. Countries that are poor on space or water can stop relying on trade to survive in terms of water. Countries that rely on their agriculture to be able to trade for other things need to diversify their economies, and fast.

(Does mean that Saudi Arabia can stop using Arizona's water, though.)

The greatest shifts would come down to water usage and pollution, I think. Agriculture is currently one of the biggest contributors to the climate crisis, and the reduction of water use by farming would be a massive help. However, I'm less sure of how we'd see meat consumption change. The greater availability of fresh fruits and vegetables could result in a shift towards more plant-based diets worldwide, but just as easily we could see large agricultural corporations (and those that rely on them, like John Deere or the aforementioned Monsanto) market meat to consumers as a greater rate due to the profit margin.

Oh, also, I have a feeling that a lot of those corporations would try to get garden centers shut down, or buy out ceramic pot and planter factories. If you can't grow anything at home because you don't have a window planter, you have to buy from the store, right?

#ko fi #ko-fi #ko fi prompts #phoenix talks #magic #agriculture #microeconomics #macroeconomics #politics #environmentalism #water usage #pollution

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fernsproutxx · 9 months ago

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GR96

@fusionspruntcityjournal

So how do you produce electricity with living plants? Simply by using the natural processes that already occur. In short: the plant produces organic matter via photosynthesis. Only part of this organic matter is then used for its own growth. The rest is excreted via the roots. Around the roots, bacteria feed on the organic matter and they release electrons. If you’re able to harvest the electrons into an electrode, you can couple the first electrode to a counter-electrode and build an electrical circuit, like in a battery. The electrons flow back into the natural system via the counter-electrode, so it’s completely circular. Because we use the natural processes around the plant, nature is not harmed. It works day and night, summer and winter. It only stops when the plant and its surroundings completely dry up or freeze over.

Sedum Oviferum

Sedum pachyphyllum is a ground-hugging succulent that spreads by rooting fallen stems and leaves. The succulent also goes by the names “Cerise Moonstones” or “Mauve Pebbles”. The short and stumpy round leaves have a light silvery-purple color; positioned at a right angles to the stem and curve upward, which in the wintertime, the tips of said leaves will turn into a notorious red.

Sedum Oviferum is a succulent that is very easy to grow and maintain. It is a resilient plant that can tolerate drought, moist and dry soils, and when given adequate exposure to sunlight and sufficient water, Cerise Moonstones will thrive outdoors. The Sedum Oviferum succulent grows at its best with regular exposure to sunlight. If Mauve Pebbles are planted in an area in a garden that gets plenty of sunlight per day, you will be rewarded with bright coloured leaves and flowers. In winter and early spring, Cerise Moonstones actively grow and produce blooms featuring red-orange petals and sepals that have the same pigmentation as the leaves. The flowers produced by Cerise Moonstones have a bell shape and a sugary fragrance.

Subterranean Clover

Trifolium subterraneum is also known as the subterranean clover (often shortened to sub clover), or subterranean trefoil. The plant's name comes from its underground seed development, a characteristic not possessed by other clovers. It can thrive in poor-quality soil where other clovers cannot survive.

This species is self-fertilizing, unlike most legume forage crops such as alfalfa and other clovers, which are pollinated by insects, especially honeybees. It is also grown in places where the extreme ranges of soil type and quality, rainfall, and temperature make the variable tolerances of sub clover especially useful.

Functionality

GR96 are powered by any plant of choosing on their back pod (the one we are going to discuss has a giant Sedum Oviferum and multiple sub clovers to operate) which is held in place by five strong suction cups. They’re manufactured for community gardens (strictly only one per garden), but they can also be bought by high class citizens for private properties, though at a way bigger cost since they’re financed by the city.

They can use their hands as scissors, shovels, and for watering (hence the big forearms, for storing the water), the latter which they do by dipping their hands in a bucket, opening the valve on their forearms so they can fill them up and releasing the water from the pinholes on their palms. Their “eyes” are actually a screen that can show plenty expressions, but the two circles above that peripheral screen are the real environmental sensors. They also have the same sensors on their ankles for inspecting the lower plants and ground without the need of kneeling, and their feet are shaped in a way so that weight is evenly distributed, lowering the chances of damaging a plant if they were to step on it. The ear like protrusions are small solar panels, used as backup energy (they don’t have any communication properties). Their speaker aka their “voice” is the mohawk-like structure on the top (which also has their series barcode 128 on the lower back), but when they speak there are these strips at the sides of the face mask that light up with the volume. The mask (non removable) has a set of pipes that are used for analyzing the air quality and humidity of the area surrounding them.

#my art #fusionsprunt #fusionsprunt oc #fusionsprunt clover #i’ll reblog this again later with their lore and alt design #the sedum oviferum is a fictional succulent i came up with since i couldn’t find one that i liked lmao #literally said fuck it it’s my oc i make the rules #[slaps a giant plant inside]#the energy gathering segment is based on a real article!#in its current state it can only power small leds #but i like to imagine a future where that energy could power full fledged robots :0

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ajaxsprettyboy · 10 months ago

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Dottore loves you .

I did not proofread this enough I was ovulating and dottore had my brain in a chokehold.... this is dottore x trans male reader and very gay and chaser dottore and cock piercings and gay sex and possibly gangbangs and pregnancy and mmmh also dottore fluff at the end... bc hes cute

Oopsie :3

boys who let their boyfriends grope their tits and rub their tiny boy cunts.

Dottore wouldn’t consider himself a chaser, no, he just loves what you have to offer. He loves the way your nipples perk up when he opens the door and comes home, the cold air causing your body to react accordingly. He loves how soft your boytits are, the way they feel in his hands is remarkable.

He loves the way your hips sway when you walk and the look of your ass when you bend over to do anything. He loves the way your ass jiggles when you jump, and the way your thighs look wrapped around his waist. It’s not all sexual, sure, but he’s a very busy man and when he comes home after a failed experiment he’d prefer if you were wearing minimal clothing.

You see, he just loves the way your tdick reacts to his touch and the way your hole gets so slick when you suck him off. Not to mention how pretty you look with his cum on your face.

“That’s my good boy”

He’d murmur, his lips curling into a lustful smile as he pulls you up to bend you over the kitchen counter. He promises he’ll eat after this, he knows you worked so hard on making his favorite food for him but he just can’t help wanting your cute little boypussy more.

Your moans are just so cute and the way you react to his tongue on your tdick, god it’s intoxicating. Not to mention the way you clench around his fingers as he tries so hard to prep your cunt to take him. No matter how hard he tries, he’s never stretching you enough.. maybe it’s the piercings in his cock but still! He tries, he does… at least he wants you to think.. he tries.

He made you come up with a safe word because he loves you too much to actually hurt you badly. But that doesn’t stop him from getting off to the cries of pain and pleasure you mewl out every time he fucks you. You haven’t used the safe word yet so he tries to test his limits. The more you take the more he tries, it’s not coming from a place of malice! Just sadism.

Unfortunately for you because the original is in love with you in his own sadistic way, all of the segments are in love with you. Which then means that all of them want to fuck you. Thankfully, you only live with the original so unless you run into one of the segments, there’s no need to carry condoms on your person.

Dating dottore isn’t all sexual, though! He’ll give you top surgery if you truly want it, and he’ll give you your weekly t-shot! Plus he’s slightly nicer to you than to everyone else! He’s not that affectionate, though… but he will do complex experiments to find ways to make things that don’t appear in nature grow in his lab for you!

Say if you wanted a plant, a pretty one, one with large pretty flowers and the petals in your exact favorite color in the exact shade you like best, he’d genetically engineer a plant to be your perfect plant. Not to mention that he’d name it after you. He’s also a really good cook! All those years as an academia student really paid off!

He’s also surprisingly good with animals… kids not so much… well, if they’re healthy and you really want to I guess but if they’re sick with a rare or untreatable condition.. maybe don’t let him near..

His blue hair is a dominant trait by the way, if you have babies with him those babies are coming out blue! Sharp teeth? Also completely genetic, not a dominant trait but one that will most likely get one of 3 babies. He’s also very fertile, get the iud. Let him put that iud in unless you want more blue people roaming tyvat. (Would also fuck you while pregnant and/or sharing the room with the baby. Do not let him become a father.)

use condoms, please. He’s clean, yeah, but as I said, he’s very fertile. Also very horny so expect sex daily.

#snow.writes #genshin impact #genshin #genshin imagines #genshin fluff #dottore x reader #il dottore x reader #dottore #dottore x you #dottore x ftm reader #dottore x male reader #zandik #zandik cock when

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brn-t · 9 months ago

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Thermotropism

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I don’t think I should have taken this plant home…

Like, when I saw it baking in the sun in that alley outside my building, it’d looked like it had a lot of potential! It was all shriveled but the leaves branched out from a thick basal stem like a monstera almost and there were these bright red blotches on its roots that looked super cool!

When I brought it in (heavy!!) I could tell just by looking how root bound it was, so I popped it out of it’s cheap decorative planter (poor thing was probably never repotted) and yup, there were more roots than dirt.

I had no idea what the hell it was. Inatural had no frickin clue. It looked like a tropical plant with it’s broad green leaves and knobbly aerial roots, but the ground roots were so thick they looked like tubers!!

I have to admit I was fascinated, but I should have gotten rid of it then…

It spent uh, a couple weeks underneath my shitty little plant light, the one in my room. I was quarantining it in there until I knew it didn’t have any critters on it, but it seemed happy with its repotting and daily soakings for the most part.

The thing really liked water

Like, I started off watering it once a week, and it did perk up, but it didn’t really change much until I started dousing it every morning before work.

And man when it started goin off, it really went off.

It seemed like every time I came home it had sent out a new aerial root or new leaf! The thing was voluptuous as hell! When it got too big for my pathetic little plant light I moved it to the window sill next to my bed.

It was kinda nice! Like a natural blind or something once it got its runners going up the screen.

I didn’t mind, it was always hot as hell in my little apartment and my landlord couldn’t be arsed to install an AC. I just had to be careful not to accidentally crawl over the little shoots it was sending out all over when I got into bed.

I guess where I fucked up is when I found out about.. its uh.. nutrient preferences

I swear it was a complete accident the first time!!

I had just gotten home from another 10 hr day and I was tired and smelly and needed to jerk off pronto. I hosed myself down and threw myself into bed, still steaming from trying to scrub off the smell of fried food from my skin, and cracked open my laptop.

Now, fun fact, there's this thing that plants do where they move towards things. Most of the time its towards light, but they can also be attracted to heat! It’s called thermotropism. So I dunno if it was the heat from my ancient laptop or the steam off my skin, but just as I'm about to nut I feel something brush against the head of my dick.

It took me so much by surprise that I came right there, frickin coating a leaf in my jizz. The thing had turned completely around from facing the window above my bed to nearly touching me with its broad soft leaf.

Even for a tropical plant that’s shockingly mobile.

So I cleaned it off as best I could but I guess some of my spunk got absorbed into the soil, I dunno, I passed out shortly after that. I didn’t wake up until nearly nine o clock the next morning because the room was still completely dark thanks to the density of the wall of leaves covering my window. The plant had frickin doubled in size and the terracotta pot I had repotted it in had some fresh cracks in it where the aerial roots were exploding out through.

I didn’t have time to freak out about it since I was once again late to work, but I gotta admit, I was digging the jumanjI vibes it brought to my otherwise very dull room

So.. I may have started jerking off into it every night?

What! It’s like, natural fertilizer, or whatever!! And the plant seemed to like it?

I even got it to flower!! It started putting out these crazy flower stalks that closed up during the day but unfurled at night giving off this crazy floral fragrant scent.

It made me remember being a kid and running around in the woods behind my stepdads rental cabin, so I let it keep spreading.

I realize now, this was not the smartest idea, but fuck it, my landlord all but explicitly told me I wasn’t getting the deposit back unless I sued him for it so when it started putting its roots into the drywall, I let it.

It was nice honestly, coming home after seeing nothing but concrete grey for hours and then throwing myself into my little tropical nest. And the smell of the flowers really set the mood when I was jerkin it.

Embarrassingly I think my mind started associating the smell with orgasm because I swear I walked past a florist shop the other day and had to walk bowlegged to the 7D train.

The trouble really started when it started sending its roots in my direction .

Now, I ain’t proud of it, but I more often than not just sleep on a bare mattress. Its got one of those memory foam layers on top and I just couldn’t be bothered to put a fitted sheet on it half the time.

So when I started feeling a bump underneath me as I lay in bed, I just thought it was like, a sock or something that had gotten shoved underneath there, nbd, until that night…

I was feeling particularly pent up and kept grinding my ass against that spot on the mattress. I don’t know why I did it, I just wanted more friction and the blooms on the ceiling above me were gettin me wound up with their heavy fragrance. Anyway, it feels like there's a soft tear below me and suddenly something hard and Wide and cold is pressing right against my gooch.

I kinda jump (because it’s cold!!) and look down to find that the frickin plant has grown into the mattress !!

And it was a fat root too, no idea how I didn’t notice it more earlier.

It was kindof freaky to be honest how fast it had grown, the thing really must have liked my semen, but at that point with how humid the room was and how dizzy the flowers were making me feel… I went with it.

I ground my ass into it and when the thick ridge popped in past my ring I swear I came harder than I ever have in my life dude

I felt like I blacked out a little at the end there because the next thing I knew, it was morning and I'm absolutely painted in my own cum. I guess at this point I should have realized what was going on but I think the pollen those flowers were putting out were scrambling my brains a little. When I woke up, there was a network of thin bright red roots crisscrossing my body, sending out these feathery little things, absorbing the frankly ludicrous amounts of cum I had shot out last night. They pulled at my skin a little as I tore them off but part of me was still a little horny. So I cleared them away and and pulled out my phone.

Fuck it, right? It was my day off and I had no responsibilities that day anyway.

I just rolled over and started going to town on my morning wood.

My ass twitched around something and that's when I noticed...

The fuckin root was still in my ass from last night!!!

I'm trying to use one hand to milk my dick while the other one shoots down in between my legs and sure enough, that fuckin root had buried itself who knows how deep! I tried in vain to pull the thing out, but it was rooted in the mattress after all and didn’t budge. So, humiliatingly, I had to pull myself off of it.

I have to admit, I came a little just from feeling how much of it was inside of me, there was a good 7 inches of thick knobby root dragged out of me, grinding against my prostate as I pulled myself off of it.

I just lay there breathless, staring at the root, sticking straight up out out of my mattress now that it was no longer buried in my ass. My inner walls twitched and contracted, trying to close around the space it had carved out in me.

I guess I still had some sense then because I did actually prune the plant after that

I pulled the root out of my ruined mattress and trimmed all the stalks and roots near my bed. I started jerking off in the bathroom and yea the leaves wilted a bit but that was too much for me, you know?

Well, I don’t know if plants can get pissed but I must have pissed this one off because it responded to me suddenly not “fertilizing” it by sending out these little sticky climbers that got everywhere.

I woke up one morning to the fuckers wrapped around my tiny nipples. I went to sit up and yelped because they got yanked by the fuckin things, pulling my chest to the side. I tried to pull it off as delicately as I could, but the thin stems snapped in half, bleeding a reddish sort of liquid all over my chest!

It sort of burned but I just yelled at the plant, wiped it off and got dressed for work.

Now, I don’t know if I was allergic or something, but for the rest of that day my nipples stayed hard and puffy, poking out visibly from underneath my thin uniform shirt and earning more than a few snickers from the girls up front.

Good thing I had a vacation week coming up.

It had been asked for months in advance, and was the first one I’d had in a decade. I was supposed to drive out to the lake across the state to hang with a buddy of mine at his parents bougie lake house. Well, that night was the night before I was due to head out, and I went to bed in my travel clothes so I could just pop out of bed in the morning. Not wanting to ruin my clothes, I watered the Plant like usual and saved the jerking for when I got to my buddies place.

I was just on the edge of unconsciousness when I felt something moving up my shirt sleeve. I couldn’t tell if I was dreaming it or not so I just laid there, feeling the thing slowly snake its way up to my chest, resting on the sensitive swollen bud there

I only really tried to react when I felt a second tendril branch out from the first and start oozing that same irritating sap over my OTHER nipple!

Groggily I straightened up, falling for the same headphones on the doorknob trap as last time, but this time it felt a lot better.

My nips hadn't really gone down since that last time so when they got yanked I thought a yelp of pain was what was gonna come out of my mouth, so imagine my surprise when a full bodied moan slipped out instead.

I immediately got super red in the face and yanked off my shirt.

This, unfortunately, snapped the thin tendrils stem, causing it to bleed more of its spicy sap all along my side and chest as I shucked off my shirt.

It left an angry red trail of raised sensitive skin, swelling my nipples far beyond what was normal, and they stuck out of my chest like two puffy toilet plungers out from my swelling pecs.

I tried to pull the tendrils off of them but they were too tight and my nipples were too big now.

I looked up from groping my chest to see how many of the plant’s flowers had opened up above me, showering me in who knows what.

I couldn’t take it anymore, I was openmouth panting, inhaling the perfume and palming my shorts which had at some point started to fill out. I ripped my shorts off too, and only after a few strokes realized how deeply I had just fucked up

If you guessed “that idiot just smeared a sap he’s clearly allergic to all over the most sensitive part of his body” you would be correct...

I was howling in pain as it started to burn, but after a minute or two I was thrusting into the air and moaning like a whore, the fire had turned into an electric storm of pleasure.

My dick was swelling way past normal hardness and I could only continue to try and fuck the hell out of my hand.

It was entirely too humid in that room, everything felt wet and sticky, so when I came finally, I barely even felt it on me

I screamed so loud the neighbors probably thought I was dying I probably did die a little... I think I shot into my own mouth at one point?? I collapsed immediately after, and when I woke in the morning, the whole plant looked shiny and glossy, like it was gloating over the fact it’d gotten me to come for it yet again.

I know it was just a plant but I got mad

I jumped out of bed, completely ignoring the tendrils still wrapped around my nips, put a thick jacket over my shirt and left the room with my suitcase while flipping it the bird.

I felt bad that I would be gone for a week but I’d set it up with a slow release watering pitcher, so I figured it’d be fine without me.

What I didn’t plan on was how I would do without it.

What should have been a great vacation turned into the worst case of blueballs seen this side of the Mississippi.

Not only did my nipples constantly pulse and throb against the tendrils, but I found out later when I went to go use the bathroom that one had slipped around the base of my dick as well, which had also refused to recede back to its normal size. The woody chord was a bit thicker and it wrapped around the base and balls, completely blocking any and all attempts to even get hard.

So instead of focusing on the boat ride or my friends stupid alcohol choices, I was stuck in a constant struggle of being aroused by my throbbing nipples and being unable to address it at all. I was actually filled with relief when the final day came and I was saying goodbye to my hosts.

I flew home after that in my tiny little beater car, shifting uncomfortably at my seatbelt rubbing directly against my chest. I practically kicked the door in, shedding all my clothes in a line to my bedroom and threw myself into bed.

I yelped when I landed on several thick somethings beneath my body creak under my weight, poking me through the thin layer of foam.

The Plant was the worst I’d seen it since I brought it home, with several dead leaves deposited on the bed and an explosion of fuzzy white runners running the length of that bedroom wall.

The roots jabbed into me like it had planned this.

“Ow!” I’d said, “ I'm sorry ok? I just needed a break!”

As a response, I watched a giant cream white flower slowly expand and burst open, sending a shower of shimmery yellow pollen floating down directly over my face.

Things uh, got a little out of hand after that…

The tendrils had finally loosened enough around my dick to where I could pull them off but that just led to all my pent up semen literally dumping into my balls as soon as the tie was removed. I moaned as I could physically feel them growing heavier as a weeks worth of pent up jizz dropped into my balls. They felt like leaden weights.

It was almost painful how quickly I got hard, and it didn’t take more than a stroke or two before I was yelling and releasing said load all over myself and the plant.

You could visibly see it perk up, opening up more buds, showering me with pollen and dusting the bed. The two substances got mixed by my frantic motions and soon I was lightly cheeto dusted with the stuff,

My skin was on fire but it also.. uh, felt really good somehow... So once the high of the first orgasm died down, it wasn't long before I was rarin to go for a second round.

I palmed my recovering erection and was just about fully hard when I felt it.

Again, at my ass!! Was one of the plant’s thick basal roots!! Except this one looked a little weird..

First off it was tremendously thick, about the width of my wrist, and secondly it was covered in all these little backwards facing ridges, like a drywall sink

Man, I don’t know what wires go crossed but between the way my ass was twitching and the pollen I was huffing, I put my ass right against that thing

It must have reacted to my bodyheat because it felt like as I was pressing down on it, the thing was pushing into me as well.

It was intense, there was no give to its turgid walls, so I had to stretch myself out around it to get it past my ring.

Once it was properly seated inside me I started going to town on my dick, which at this point was leaking like my kitchen sink maintenance had refused to address for weeks.

I swear I could feel the root get deeper and deeper inside me as I jerked and spasmed around it I was panting and moaning like a bitch, I can’t believe how horny I was

at some point I felt something at my mouth and wouldn’t you know it, an equally thick tuber had been drawn to my hot breath and was poking at the corner of my lips

I was way past the point of rational thoughts at that point, I just leaned forward and let it creep into my mouth.

The further it got the hotter I felt. My tongue swiped across the underside and that’s when I tasted something sweet

Was this root leaking sap??

Turns out the itchy nectar tasted amazing so I ended up suckling it as I frantically jerked my dick. The root inside my ass had reached my prostate at that point and thats when things got really hazy for me.

I remember exploding all over myself, I would have been screaming if not for the thick root tunneling its way down my throat

I was jerking and spasming to the best of my ability but the roots were getting a little out of control, they were budding from the base of the main roots and expanding all over my body, and every couple of inches they would plant a sticky little node like a command strip onto my skin and keep going, until I could barely move.

The only part that hadn’t been covered was my right arm, which was moving too fast jerking myself off for the tendrils to colonize.

The root in my mouth seemed to expand further, and suddenly I realized that I could still breath despite it feeling like it had reached my guts almost.

My tongue felt a small hole on the underside and sure enough, I could breath just fine.

Good thing too because that’s when I noticed the two thinner roots making their way up my nose, expanding into my nostrils and plugging them completely.

The root in my ass must have had the same idea...

At this point I was slowly starting to realize, like, “oh shit, I really can’t move” and started trying to pull things off of me to escape bu t I honestly couldn’t budge. My left arm was completely rooted to the mattress and my right arm couldn’t be lifted above my waist, just enough to reach my dick but not enough to reach my face.

Leaves were starting to branch out from the tendrils, and with them came more flowers.

They were visibly crawling all over me now, moving fast enough for me to track with my eyes, and I watched in horror as several thin tendrils spiraled up my cock.

I wish I could have broken away but I was quite literally rooted to the spot watching these tendrils poke at my leaking pisshole and worm their way inside.

I screamed and cried but the progress was unceasing, it steadily tunneled into my dick until it hit the base and pinched my prostate against the root in my ass, which at this point must have reached high up into my guts.

I screamed against the root as I came, but no semen escaped my completely plugged dick.

I could feel it making its way inside my through my internal passages, rooting itself straight into my balls,

At that point I really did pass out, whether from lack of oxygen or overstimulation I couldn’t tell.

Well, I'm awake now and I am utterly fucked, the roots have expanded into nearly every available orifice, even trying to fill out my belly button and uh.. they might have broken through the skin...

I can see ridges beneath my skin.. little hard lines were they’ve penetrated me.

I'm being constantly milked and I can’t even move as they constantly grind against the inside of my cock

I'm not even thirsty or anything, the liquid being drip-fed down my throat fills me up and I'm just kept in a constant state of bliss.

I dunno what to do bro, I have my phone but even texting is getting hard with one hand and roots slowly crawling down my fingers…

you’re the only one close enough to me, theres a key underneath the mat..

you gotta help me man before it's too la

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manias-wordcount · 2 months ago

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View of Paradise (Satoru Gojo x Reader) PART SEVENTEEN

[𝘾𝙃𝘼𝙍𝙇𝙄𝙀 𝘼𝙉𝘿 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝘾𝙃𝙊𝘾𝙊𝙇𝘼𝙏𝙀 𝙁𝘼𝘾𝙏𝙊𝙍𝙔 𝘼𝙐]

𝗔/𝗡: 𝗵𝗶 𝗵𝗶. 𝗶𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗜'𝗺 𝗽𝗼𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗲𝗹𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗲. 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝗻𝘀 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗻𝗲𝘄 𝘆𝗲𝗮𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗼 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗮 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗮𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵 𝗿𝗮𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗶𝗿𝘀𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗺𝗼𝗻𝘁𝗵. 𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝗰𝗮𝗺𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲 𝗟𝗢𝗟 𝗵𝗼𝗽𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆 :] 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗮𝗽𝗽𝘆 (𝗼𝗻𝗲-𝗱𝗮𝘆 𝗲𝗮𝗿𝗹𝘆) 𝗮𝗻𝗻𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗿𝘀𝗮𝗿𝘆 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘀𝘁𝗼𝗿𝘆 𝗵𝗲𝗵𝗲𝗵

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𝙒𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙 𝙢𝙤𝙧𝙚? ⇒ 𝙈𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙚𝙧𝙡𝙞𝙨𝙩

𝙟𝙤𝙞𝙣 𝙢𝙮 𝙙𝙞𝙨𝙘𝙤𝙧𝙙 𝙨𝙚𝙧𝙫𝙚𝙧?

𝙗𝙪𝙮 𝙢𝙚 𝙖 𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙚?

It’s magical.

It’s the first couple of words that come to mind as the door swings open and you’re all invited to step inside. What you’re seeing is magical. But it’s also a little something else too.

At first glance, there is a certain specialness to it. You didn’t expect such a little door to open up to such a large room. It’s bigger than your old school’s gymnasium. Probably bigger than the old warehouse your mother once worked at when you were really, really young. Bigger than any room you have ever seen. It makes sense, given the sheer size of the Gojo Candy Factory. But this room is only a small subset of the entire factory. And yet you still have trouble conceptualizing it and its massive size. The walls seem so far away from each other. The ceiling looks so high. The room is massive. It just is. But that’s not all there is to it.

Naturally, you saw the greenery and thought that you had stepped into a garden. And you honestly wouldn’t have minded it. You had never been inside an indoor garden such as this one. And you can only imagine a man as rich as Mr. Gojo would be able to afford all those tools and fertilizers and temperature controls and…other plant-helping stuff that would make it possible for such a room like this to exist inside his factory without anyone ever knowing about it.

As your eyes scanned the room, you fell in love with what you saw. Although the walls and ceilings of the room were sparsely decorated with windows and skylights, there was much to enjoy about your current setting. The lighting was a bit dim and a bit eerie. Peaks of sunlight from the outside seemed to be the main source of light in the room. Though, despite the fact that you know such a pretty place would greatly benefit from all the natural sunlight it possibly gets, the lighting did serve to give the place a bit of mysticism that you couldn’t help but appreciate.

In addition to that, the temperature inside this room wasn’t too hot like the walkway was, nor was it too chilly like what you felt while waiting outside the factory. The vibrant green of the grass below your feet told you that the room regularly received water. The same likely could be said for all the bright, rich, and vibrant colors of all the other plants you saw too.

Bright red mushrooms with white spots and multicolored flowers with long stems and perfect petals had sprouted up from the ground near your feet. Gourds big and small tucked themselves randomly around the rises and falls of the landscape- spanning over what must have been man-made caves and bridges and burrows as the ground took to the sky in funny little patterns and formations. Twisted trees of green and purple and yellow and red grew high in the sky. Their leaves and vines and limbs looked nothing like the trees you’ve ever seen before. And a bunch of the flowers looked unfamiliar too.

It was odd to see, but not completely surprising. In your few years of schooling, you did your best to explore the world of pictures from the storybooks and science textbooks you would have to pull out during class. And when those were over, you ate up what you could see from the various TV screens at the diner (and the very grainy TV you had at home). Though you were always painfully aware of the fact that you were left with little knowledge of all the flora that existed outside of your hometown growing’s condition.

Still, it was odd. But you suppose things that one might find magical can be seen as odd to others. Because you had never heard of trees or flowers or other types of plants looking the way that these things do in front of you. You had never heard of a healthy-looking tree being colored chartreuse from its thick and twisty stump all the way down to its long, nimble, and flexible-looking limps. Limps that cascade down like rain droplets on a slow, foggy morning. You had never heard of trees that were pale purple in color with branches that stood stiff and tall and leaves that were golden in shade and round in shape. Nor have you heard of light green, cacti-like plants growing this tall and with perfectly plump fruit spanning across a rainbow of colors and flowers with petals that look like teacups and gumdrops and many more odd shapes.

But as you stand around with the crowd, you find that no one else seems to notice or mind. No one else has bothered to pick their slackened jaw off from the ground or hold in their gasps. Certainly not the children. And surprisingly, not even the adults either. Even Ms. Mei Mei had an impressed look on her face- something you can imagine being extremely difficult for the average person to accomplish. Though, you did notice that her eyes seemed to be trained on the waterfall on the other side of the building. And you don’t blame her.

The waterfall sits proudly on the other side of the room, gushing from a large, open hole that sits high up in one of the walls. It flows big and strong, and it feeds into the river that wraps all around the room. You can hear it from here- the strength and power of it as the rich, brown water roars and roars with every second it pours itself from the hole in the wall and lands in the river below. Although the sound is faint, it’s very present. And it’s very grand. In fact, the whole thing is. Not just the waterfall, but the greenery and the landscape and-

Wait…? Brown….waterfall…?

“Oh! And I should mention~!”

Mr. Gojo’s interjection through your thoughts is well-timed. Well-timed enough, you realize, as you turn to look at him. Because almost everyone seemed to have the stark look of realization and confusion as they took in the state of the waterfall. But Mr. Gojo doesn’t seem concerned. In fact, he looks prideful from his spot in front of the group. He looks ecstatic, even, as he spreads his arms out nice and wide to gesture to the room with a smile you have grown very familiar with in the short time you’ve spent with him as your escort. Very, very familiar even.

“Every single thing in this room is edible. And feel free to help yourself to anything you’d like. For you see…” Mr. Gojo announces as his mischievous eyes peak over the tips of his sunglasses. Every word that passes through his lips, he pronounces slowly in an attempt to ensure that everyone present can understand the gravity of his words as he speaks them just once. And even then… “...it’s all made of candy.”

…you would argue that it was definitely not enough. Not for you, at least.

“What?” The word leaves your mouth in a sound that hobbles just barely above an alarmed whisper. And while it’s easily drowned out by the gasps and giggles and shouts of surprise by the children as they realize that according to the man who owns this “garden,” everything they see before them is edible, you find that the ever-observant Mr. Gojo had his eyes on your reaction this entire time. And the more you looked confused, the more he looked proud. “H-how…?”

A second later, you see the kids shoot off in different directions, their chaperones following closely after. Momo and Yuki run the fastest, and it almost looks like a bit of a competition between Mr. Kusakabe and Mr. Todo for who’s the best at keeping up with their girl. Ui Ui also managed to be quite quick on his feet as he ran off to immediately go attack a tree- not needing to be told twice. Ms. Mei Mei does end up trailing him, though at a much leisurely paste compared to the two girl dads of the group.

At the same time, you see your little brother pushing ahead in his own direction. Unsurprisingly though, he stops long enough to invite Junpei to come follow him, with the kind smile you’ve always come to expect from your brother. The other boy’s face twists up in a small frown for a moment, but he does cave in easily and quietly as he goes to follow your brother down a small hill. Right behind the two of them is Ms. Nagi, as she gives the boys a fond smile and spares you a knowing, almost smug look as she leaves to go after them.

And suddenly, it’s you. Alone. With Mr. Gojo.

And so many questions.

“Everything?” You ask him as he begins to creep forward, his cane hanging idly by as he hooks it on his arm. A light little laugh pours from his lips at your expense, but you don’t pay it any mind. Instead, you’re too busy darting your eyes around and looking all over the room- seeing this so-called garden with new eyes and a new understanding. A type of understanding that suddenly makes you feel very, very, very overwhelmed. “The grass? The trees? The flowers? The ground?”

You start to press him, pointing at random plants and greenery all over the room. While the child inside of you is smiling and laughing and shouting with glee at being able to witness something so magical and so special, the rational part of you is struggling to wrap your head around what you’re seeing. Sure, all the purple and yellow trees are starting to make more sense now. But the grass beneath your feet? And the dirt beneath that? And all the flowers and the leaves? It’s all edible? It’s all candy? How could one man accomplish such a thing? Sure, he owned a large factory and clearly had the space for it. And sure he must have plenty of money being the top candy producer in all of the world. But no one has seen a worker come in or outside of these walls since…since forever last you heard. And yet the landscape is complex. The trees are tall. And the scenery looks almost unnaturally natural. As it was only cared for by human hands- not created by it.

It’s magical, alright. It’s also…also…you’re not sure how you feel about it. Every couple of seconds, you find yourself instinctively and cautiously pressing down on different parts of your feet. Hoping to see that if you put enough weight on it, you’ll be able to tell the difference. That things will start to make sense. But it doesn’t. The grass beneath your feet right now feels no different than a walk in the woods. It’s magical. But it’s overwhelming and it’s confusing. And above all? It proves once again that there’s always more to be Mr. Gojo than what meets the eye. Still, being promised to see so many wondrous things on this tour did little to prepare you for this.

“Yes, yes, yes, and yes.” He confirms for you, regarding each and everything you point at in your momentary frenzy. His voice and his gaze are gentle as he speaks to you- and it inspires feelings not unlike what you experienced just out of the factory when he offered up his arm to escort you to the door. He’s being patient with you, and you can’t help but be grateful. But all his confirmations don’t exactly make you less overwhelmed at the moment. “Different recipes but, all of it candy.”

“And…the waterfall? That too?” You try your last question carefully, your eyes flickering between the brown-colored waterfall that’s starting to look and seems suspiciously like chocolate and its owner. This is far from the first time you’ve been able to hold his undivided attention- something only you seem to be doing lately, oddly enough. But the intensity of his gaze as he peers over his glasses and down at you starts to make you feel small- and not just because of his ridiculously long legs.

For a moment, you spare a look at your brother, who is very kindly holding out a piece of bright red vine to Junpei and his mother at the moment, and tense up. You feel like you’re supposed to be at your brother’s side right now. You feel like you’re supposed to be playing the role that you’ve always seen parents always take on. Watching him grow up in the world and indulge in his curiosity. Even though you aren’t Yuuta’s mom, Mr. Gojo clearly thought that you were old enough to be here earlier. And you know being by Yuuta’s side would help with the feelings of being adequate enough to play chaperone since it seems like every other chaperone in the building actually feels like an adult with their life together compared to you. But here you are. Standing in front of Mr. Gojo with wide eyes and a stammer as you point and ask questions, too…too overwhelmed with what you see to even feel comfortable running off on your own.

And here he is. Looking all too happy as he indulges your questions and attempts to be of some comfort to you.

“Yes, the waterfall too.” He affirms with another light laugh. Once again, he seems proud of himself. And you suppose you would be too if you successfully managed to stupefy your guest within a minute of taking them to the first stop of the tour. But there’s something undeniably charming about this of his laugh. Something that has your cheeks heating up with embarrassment as you advert your eyes to the life-size candy garden you’re in, trying to take in the view. Unfortunately for you, Mr. Gojo wasn’t exactly keen on letting you go from this conversation just yet. “You know…the secret to creating the finest chocolates in the world is to mix it by waterfall. It really makes all the difference, you see.”

The words only take a second to register in your mind. But the second it does, a shiver overtakes you. Currently, you find yourself thinking about every single piece of chocolate you’ve ever eaten and just how it pales in comparison to anything this man has made. You thought about your first chocolate bar. You thought about how every bite seemed just perfect. How you never thought something could taste this good. Never in a million years would have you thought that the secret to that wonderful taste would involve a chocolate waterfall in a room full of plants and shrubs and hills and trees all made out of candy. But then again, never in a million years would you have ever thought you would have found your way here too.

“All of this…” You gesture vaguely to the river a good couple of yards away from the two of you. “It’s…it’s all going to be made into chocolate? It’s all going to be sold?”

Mr. Gojo’s eyes intently follow the movement of your hands for a moment. Though he momentarily takes his attention off of you to narrow his eyes and frown in the direction of two other members of your party: Ms. Mei Mei and Ui Ui. You’ve noticed in the back of your mind that they have been wandering rather close to the river, and you could only imagine Mr. Gojo's fears of someone falling in and not being able to swim since the area wasn’t fenced in.

But they seem to be keeping a safe enough distance. In fact, you think you could even see Ms. Mei Mei advising Ui Ui where to step as the boy continues to explore the scenery. Though “explore the scenery” might not be the best way of putting it. Because it’s clear to see based on the pile of various pieces of half-eaten leaves and flower petals and vines and a tree branches tucked into Ui Ui’s arms that the boy has already acquainted himself well with his surroundings.

Eventually, Mr. Gojo decides that the two of them are behaving well enough not to need his surveillance. Because soon enough, the man is back to turning his bright blue and intense eyes onto you, a big smile across his lips.

“Only the best.” Comes his promise to you after the prolonged moment of silence- his promise to a customer. Although it’s undeniable at this point. It’s undeniable that you’re more than just a customer based on all of this special attention and the lingering gazes he seems to have no problem bestowing onto you. And it all just makes it even more impossible to ignore what he’s doing right now. Reaching out slowly. Taking your hand in his. And bringing it up to his lips so he could kiss the back of it gently. Once. Twice. Three times. All while his eyes never once leave yours. “I live to please.”

Never.

You can hear your heartbeat in your ear, it’s racing so fast. And you can’t help your nervous swallow. He’s flirting with you. He’s been flirting with you. There’s no denying or lying to yourself any longer. But you don’t know how to handle it. It’s unfortunate that he’s very handsome. It’s even more unfortunate that you like this attention. You like the way he seems to be going out of his way to make you feel special and attended to.

But he’s shameless. And he’s forward. And likely a good bit older than you (though who isn’t immune to the charms of a good silver fox). And most of all, you’re really only used to receiving attention from boys around your age at the diner. Boys who you serve too- never really anyone on the staff and permanent. Boys who don’t really mean anything serious. Boys who do nothing more than write their number on the customer's copy of the receipt or call you practically every single dessert on the menu as you pass by their table. You’re not used to this. You’re not used to butterflies.

“So…everything thing in here really is edible, huh?” You respond weakly, struggling to find your words. Mr. Gojo seemed all too pleased at your reaction and the obviousness of how his affection has thrown you for a loop. Part of you wonders if he gets a kick out of doing this to everyone. He has been the slightest bit overbearing and intense since the moment he first appeared. But then again, you suppose you should have tapered your expectations a little more to better prepare to meet the eccentric, recluse, filthy stinking rich candy maker behind your favorite chocolate bar.

“I promise you, everything.” Mr. Gojo once again confirms for you with a slight nod in your direction. If he was tired of answering all the questions you kept repeating to him, he didn’t show. In fact, the gleam in his eye only seemed to shine a little brighter as he bent a little close to your level and pulled his glasses down his nose. He’s close again. It seems he’s forever forgetting the concept of personal space when it comes to you. And as you peer back into his pretty blue eyes and read his intentions written all across his face, you find that you’re starting to forget that you once liked personal space. Because with him? Closer is starting to feel better and better. Not that you would admit it, though. “Even the people.”

Instantly, his little quip causes you to turn your head away in an attempt to stifle your laugh.

“The people, huh?” You shoot back when you’re finally calm enough to speak between your laughter. Mr. Gojo is letting out a few chuckles of his own, seeming pleased that you’ve been around him for long enough to pick up on the fact that he wasn’t referring to something morbid like cannibalism. But, now that you think about it…the only thing that he could mean right now is…

“There are many ways to enjoy all the sweetness a person has to offer,” Mr. Gojo utters, almost the moment after the realization comes to you. His voice is so quiet and calm and heavy you swear it gives you goosebumps. And whether his words were implying something more innocent or scandalous, you don’t know. But what you do know is that those pretty blue eyes of him look darker than what you’re used to. And he’s been eyeing you very, very carefully in these past few moments. Like a predator drinking in the sight of his next prey. “I’m sure a pretty girl such as yourself would know all about that.”

Your breath catches in your throat.

For a moment, you’re scared you’ve forgotten how to breathe. Because there it is- that shamelessness and forwardness that you find so troublesome. He doesn’t seem sorry for it. In fact, he only seems to be drinking in the way your bottom lip starts to tremble. You…you…you just don’t know. You’re not used to brazen. You’re not used to handsome, powerful men. You’re not used to this. And Mr. Gojo seems happy to take advantage of that little fact. You don’t like the fact that he’s reading you right now. But he’s right. About one thing, at least. You have a feeling that whatever he’s actually referring to, you do know about it. Just a little, at least. But you can’t let him know that. You can’t let him win.

Especially since he’s being incredibly unfair right now.

“I’ve…kept you here for long enough.” You begin slowly, being careful not to give him an answer or a comment that he could further tease you will. Your face is feeling far too warm. And your heart is beating far too loud and fast for you. It’s wholly unfair how powerful this man is. Both in life and in simple conversation. It’s intimidating. “Could I go explore now…?”

So intimidating that you find yourself ultimately asking for permission to put this conversation on pause like he’s your boss. Or like you’re a kid, asking their teacher to go to the bathroom. Though luckily for you, he doesn’t seem to mind you trying to run. In fact, Mr. Gojo was kind enough to take a step back from you and let his smirk morph back into a cheery smile without so much as a word and-

“Only if you take me with you.”

There it is. Oh well. You suppose that letting you off easy would be the boring thing to do. And you know far too well at this point that Mr. Gojo is anything but boring. But you suppose that’s alright. For now, at least. Because boring doesn’t give you anything to look forward to. Boring doesn’t give you butterflies.

And you’re starting to like butterflies.

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kisan4u · 1 year ago

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Bloom Your Garden with Flower Booster Organic Fertilizers: A Natural Approach to Floral Splendor

A garden without flowers is lifeless. The colors and fragrances of the flowers are the life of a garden. Regular efforts are required to ensure the long-term sustainability of the plants. Organic Fertilizers are the best go-to in such a scenario. They are known to deal with the cause and not just the issue, to ensure healthier and greener yields. Organic fertilizers break only upon microbial action and soil needs, thus, improving the soil texture in the long term without overfeeding the plants. This explains their growing popularity and demand. Some of the best natural fertilizers for flowering plants are available online and also retailed in your local markets.

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Dry Fertilizers

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The application of dry fertilizers involves broadcasting them and then raking them into the top 4 to 6 inches of soil. You can also add small amounts to planting holes and rows. They should be side-dressed into the top inch of the soil or spread around the drip line of trees and shrubs, during their growing season to boost yields.

Liquid Fertilizers

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They are extremely useful for fruiting and flowering plants. Foliar sprays are most useful during critical periods such as transplanting, fruit sets, drought, or extreme temperatures.

When using liquid fertilizers, always follow label instructions for proper dilution and application methods. The use of surfactants such as coconut oil or mild soap is recommended with liquid fertilizers to avoid beading up of the foliage and reaping maximum benefit by the use of the fertilizer.

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swift-grow · 2 months ago

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greenwitchcrafts · 1 year ago

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Mugwort

Artemisia Vulgaris

Known as: Artemis herb, artemisia, artemisia herb, cingulum sancti johannis, felon herb, muggons, naughty man, old man, old uncle Henry, sailor's tobacco & St.John plant

Related plants: A member of the daisy family Asteraceae that consists of over 32,000 known species of flowering plants in over 1,900 genera within it such as chamomile, coneflowers, dahlia, daisy, dandelion, goldenrod, lettuce, marigold & sunflower

Parts used: Leaves & flowers

Habitat & cultivation: Common mugwort is native to Europe and Eastern Asia. Mugwort was brought into North America as early as the 1600’s for medicinal purposes. It spread throughout the Northeastern U.S. as a contaminant on ships and nurseries.

Plant type: Perennial

Region: 3-8

Harvest: The flowering tops of mugwort should be collected once they bloom or right before the blooms open. The leaves of mugwort plants should be collected before the plant flowers. Older leaves & flowers are significantly more bitter

Planting tips: Mugwort seeds can benefit from a special 1 to 2 week treatment called cold moist stratification prior to planting them & need cold weather to break down germination inhibitors. The seeds require light to germinate, so be careful not to cover them when planting. Mugwort does not like to be overwatered & is very drought tolerant. It is also an invasive weed & best kept in a container.

Medicinal information: Historically mugwort has been used in traditional systems of medicine in different parts of the world. Today, mugwort taken orally is promoted for digestive problems, irregular menstruation, and high blood pressure. It is also promoted as a sedative, laxative, anti-inflammatory & liver tonic. Mugwort lotion applied topically can aid in itching caused by hypertrophic scars & When being smoked, it exhibits mild intoxicating properties & strong relaxing properties.

Cautions: Mugwort should not be taken by pregnant people because it may start menstruation and cause the uterus to contract. Little is known about whether it’s safe to use mugwort while chestfeeding. Mugwort might cause an allergic reaction in people with pollen sensitivities

Magickal Properties

Gender: Feminine

Planet: Venus & Neptune

Element: Earth

Deities: Aida Wedo, Artemis, Diana, Isis, Lakshimi & St.John

Magickal uses:

•Place under your pillow to bringing peaceful sleep, prophetic dreams & aid in astral travel

• Add to incense for cleansing and clearing energy

• Place around scrying tools to increase their energy

• Add to herbal smoke blends to stimulate lucid dreaming, astral travel & visualization

• Make an infusion of mugwort to wash magic mirrors and crystal balls to aid in physic workings

• Burn with Sandalwood or wormwood for scrying rituals

• Carry in a satchets for protection and increasing lust, fertility & preventing back pain

• Throw mugwort in a fire during Midsummer for protection for the following year

• Keep under your doorstep to keep annoying visitors away

• Use in tea before bed to encourage lucid dreaming

• Hang mugwort over or on a door to keep unwelcome energies from passing through

• During a storm or when your life feels threatened by impending dangers, toss into your hearth fire or cauldron to keep you safe

•Wash your hands with a mugwort infusion to increase energy flow before tarot or pendulum readings

Sources:

Farmersalmanac.com

The Herbal Alchemist Handbook by Karen Harrison

The Book of Flower Spells by Cheralyn Darcey

Llewellyn's Complete Book of Correspondences by Sandra Kines

A Witch's Book of Correspondences by Viktorija Briggs

The Encyclopedia of Natural Magic by John Michael Greer

Wild Witchcraft by Rebecca Beyer

Plant Witchery by Juliet Diaz

A Compendium of Herbal Magick by Paul Beyerl

Wikipedia

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redrandomposts · 11 days ago

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ITS THIS ONE!! THIS IS THE ONE THAT BROKE MY HEART—

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Yoo Joonghyuk made a promise not to die. Well, a promise, a swear, a silent agreement—it all meant the same to him.

So, when the flowers came out of his throat, as natural as the sun rose in the sky, he looked for the best way to uphold his word and not get some memory-altering surgery. And it worked. Petals had stopped growing from a wilted plant in his lungs, disappearing entirely from his life.

"Then this will be our little secret."

Can flowers go so quickly? It was as though Kim Dokja's words were the most effective fertilizer, a miracle from a god so benevolent, the god would lie to keep his devotees.

Yoo Joonghyuk could track many reasons why Dokja would lie. In the end, it all came down to this—Dokja didn't want him to die.

So he wouldn't. It's simply sending off the memories that makes surgeries so successful, right? It's the people who resist their memories being taken that die, lowering success rates to the thirties and forties. Pushing his memory into avatars, leaving only the vague remnant of who Kim Dokja was in his mind, Yoo Joonghyuk experienced killing a not-quite him for the first time.

The flowers were gone again.

"Joonghyuk-ah, why are there tomatoes in my omelette?!" Dokja yelled, a (faux?) anger lifting his voice.

Yoo Joonghyuk didn't quite remember Kim Dokja. Things as trivial as disliked food wasn't kept with him, for the same purpose why it had been killed off. Only one thing remained certain about the man "he" used to love—Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk.

Joonghyuk doesn't understand—how could he love such a bastard?

Then the flowers came again, and he had to send off another batch of memories. He leaves behind a simple manual, one that cannot possibly cause a person to fall in love (because how could one love a subject in a book they must read?). "Do not put tomatoes in his food;" "Kisses aren't expected, but acts of service are;" "He is only your lover in the eyes of others:" "Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk."

This isn't a problem, until two months later when several additiona have been added, and Yoo Joonghyuk fell in love with the very idea of this man.

The manual was rewritten until it became the bare bones, an ugly corpse, a train wreck you simply had to turn away from.

Only one sentence stayed the entire time; "Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk."

It's a bit confusing, at first, when Yoo Joonghyuk reawakens without his memory. He opens his eyes and Kim Dokja is there, sweetly calling out to him, "Good morning, Joonghyuk-ah!" Kim Dokja holds his hand, takes the initiative to kiss his cheek, sometimes he even gives him items that shouldn't be obtainable. At night, he even tells him, "I love you, Joonghyuk-ah," as though he's afraid Yoo Joonghyuk will forget it and regress. When his room is empty from the sunlit day, Yoo Joonghyuk has to repeat the only true statement he knows in his mind—

"Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk."

It fails, inevitably, leaving his gasping for breath. In days, Yoo Joonghyuk will likely say goodbye to his love for Kim Dokja. If they're separated, it could last half a month, maybe. There are discrepancies in his act, but no one points it out—his silence is easily misunderstood, and his words are twisted in minds until it makes sense.

It is a year later when the gaps become longer, averaging an entire week before he inevitably falls. At this track, by the end of next year, Yoo Joonghyuk will not have to repeat "Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk."

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It has been over a year since Kim Dokja and Yoo Joonghyuk has gotten together. Anyone with eyes would agree that they are the ideal couple, entirely in love with each other; they are happy, thriving, with no downs in their relationship.

At one point in time, Kim Dokja hadn't loved Yoo Joonghyuk in a romantic way, nor so deeply. A month in, his heart started fluttering, and a year later, he could confidently say he's deeply in love with the protagonist. He could recount every conversation they had, even those deep in the trudges of his mind when he felt as though the relationship was a personal hell for him. They were all tinted in a rose gold, wonderfully valuable and glistening in his otherwise dim life. He was grateful Joonghyuk had managed to tie them together so they could have a seamless transition from unknown unrequited love to mutual love easily.

"So, who's top?" Han Sooyoung asks, a sly grin spreading on her face. They're alone, the two of them, doing who knows what.

"What do you mean?" Kim Dokja asks, geniunely.

He really is a fool.

"Obviously, who fucks who? Hm?" Han Sooyoung laughs, eager to gather blackmail on either one of them.

He blanks. "It's... um..."

They've never had... that. Kim Dokja doesn't know.

"You haven't gotten laid yet?!" Han Sooyoung chortles, laughing hard enough she'll burst and ruin the nice concrete. "You need to get on that! Or do you want to die a virgin again?"

Kim Dokja sorely agrees.

It's his first time initiating anything in their relationship. Yoo Joonghyuk had been the first to confess, to hold his hand, to kiss him—it was a trend, since Kim Dokja didn't particularly love Yoo Joonghyuk at that time. Now, he's excited to return the favor.

He enters Yoo Joonghyuk's room. They live separately, a defense mechanism for Kim Dokja, and for the rest of the company. They had forced them to live in separate rooms. It gave them peace at night, knowing there weren't any shenanigans going on in the building. Both life-threatening and... well.

Yoo Joonghyuk's room is quite clean, if a bit bare. There were scattered trinkets, all things Dokja had given him before.

Kim Dokja can't quite decide if he wants to be the one under Yoo Joonghyuk, or if he wants to be on top. He decides to leave it up to fate (that is, or course, Yoo Joonghyuk).

He's about to lie in bed when he sees an inconspicuous book, barely peeking out from under the bed. It looked as though it were carelessly kicked there—A bit strange, knowing Yoo Joonghyuk.

It piques his curiosity, and he grabs it.

The binding was thick, but the pages were much thinner; tear lines could be seen every time you flipped a page, telling how many pages had been ripped out. It was a bit beaten, with many words erased or completely blacked out.

The prelude had been torn out recently, probably. The text just .. felt like something was missing.

"No tomatoes," the first line reads. Dokja finds himself deeply agreeing. "Strangely called Squid."

...A love diary, detailing everything Yoo Joonghyuk lover about Kim Dokja? With every line he reads, Kim Dokja finds himself nodding along.

The last page has one bold sentence.

"Kim Dokja does not love Yoo Joonghyuk."

His heart stuttered, a piece faliing off as though a bullet had cleanly pierced it. He raced over to the trash bin, where paper crumpled into balls innocently lay.

"Input memories into avatar and kill avatar—this best reproduces the effect of Hanahaki Surgery."

...Fuck.

#au idea #orv #orv kdj #orv yjh #kim dokja #angst #yoo joonghyuk #prepare yourself #kdj x yjh #yjh x kdj #hanahaki

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materlux · 7 months ago

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The Priestess and The Swordsman - Chapter 1: A Xianzhou stowaway.

Eden: A planet mostly avoided by travellers, due to their obsession with their aeon and their tendency for human sacrifices. The planet is lush and the soil is fertile, they produce more food than they could ever eat, and it’s all thanks to their ‘benevolent’ god, Yaoshi, the Abundance.

The Garden of Auri: The garden was once well kept and beloved by the nearby residence, then like a sudden switch, the residence abandoned the garden. It has been left to its own devices since then, to this day no one knows what happened.

Honkai Star Rail | Main Masterlist

CW: Angst, break down, hurt/comfort, mentions of: Blood, death, Jing Yuan. 3.8k words

The Xianzhou Luofu, one of six Xianzhou Alliance ships owned by the Hexafleet, traverses the endless universe in search of Denizens of the Abundance. Dedicated to The Hunt, Lan, and shares THEIR hunt for the Abundance, Yaoshi.

The Luofu is led by the Six Charioteers of which only three members are known; Yukong, the Helm Master of the Sky-Faring commission, Fu Xuan, Master Diviner of the Divination commission, and Jing Yuan, General of the Cloud Knights.

Of these three people you don’t know who you’d rather have met first, or at all if you could choose. You’d been hiding out on the Luofu for less than a few days, but people had already taken notice of your strange behaviour, and so for the last couple days you felt like you were being watched. And you were, by the cloud knights, see some store owners must have thought your strange behaviour was a sign, a sign of theft or plans of theft.

Being watched by the cloud knights only made your behaviour worsen, how were you supposed to know that they thought you were just a kid up to trouble, and not that they had figured out that you were from Eden.

You’d been hiding out in an uninhabited house in the back of some garden that most people avoid, the garden in question you’d later learn was called Garden of Auri. It’s not necessarily overgrown, but some bushes could use a trim and some flowers were growing out of their beds. You didn’t mind, if anything the extra plants made for good cover, you felt safer among them, they also offer good test subjects.

Plants no longer grow inexplicably around you, flowers don’t bloom in places or at times in which they’d surely die, you were free. And yet this didn’t feel like the freedom Kaira and Lethe had shown you, or the freedom you had dreamed of and read about.

The mark on your arm, the one that was burned into your bones, has spread further. Long black tendrils like water running along your skin, reach from the palm of your hand, down the back of your forearm and onto the front. It doesn’t burn anymore, but your arm is getting weaker and sore, you still cover it the best you can.

The Alchemy commissions healers offer little help, in their defence it’s not easy helping a patient, who won’t tell or show you the problem. The best they could offer was a recommendation, a specific kind of herbal tea sold in Aurum Alley that is supposed to soothe soreness and help with sleep.

Aurum Alley, the street most tourists are drawn to, with its friendly atmosphere and many options in delicacies native to the Luofu. It’s here you buy most of your supplies, given its more laid back nature and the openness of the area, and of course the lack of on guard cloud knights.

By now you know these streets like the back of your hand, you use the small streets and back roads to stay out of sight. You buy your recommended tea from Du’s Teahouse, Boss Du has by now given up on convincing you to buy some of his other ‘teas’. Maybe your mistake is that you got too comfortable in these streets, that you don’t notice the people following you.

Running through the near empty alleys was not your plan, you had hoped to lie low for at least a couple more days, maybe even a few weeks more, before you became part of the normal society. You aren’t out of shape per se, but you’re very thankful for your knowledge of these streets and your agility.

The cloud knight following you doesn’t have trouble keeping up speed wise, but you keep turning down a new street that at this point they don’t know where in Aurum Alley they are. In the end you lose them in the winding near identical streets, and you make your escape out of Aurum Alley.

On your way to the garden you nearly collapse, it’s odd that’s never happened before. You sit on the ground against a wall in the shade, this road isn’t frequented so there aren’t many people around, you’re on your own.

Your breathing becomes laboured and shallow, your vision is blurring at the edges, and it’s suddenly far too hot despite the usual weather of the Luofu being a comfortable temperature. You close your eyes, but this only makes everything spin slowly, it makes your stomach churn. You hunch over your legs and hold them close as you breathe in deep.

The world around you gets tuned out, you don’t notice the sound of boots and clinking metal, it stopping abruptly then coming closer. You only notice this person when a warm hand is gently placed on your upper back. Your breathing stutters for a moment, you lift your head to look at the person, you squint but can’t make out any distinct features with your blurry vision.

It takes you a second to tune the world back in, so you can hear what they’re saying. “What?” You ask in a quiet voice, so quiet the word is nearly lost in the wind, but they hear you.

They adjust and repeat themself, “are you okay?” They ask, their voice like honey in your ears, it takes a moment before the words and their meaning register.

“Mhm,” you hum and nod once, the action makes your head throb with a dull pain. You breathe deep and carefully, your knees slide away from your body to make the action easier.

“Are you sure?” They ask, there’s concern in their voice, it makes you uneasy. “You’re shaking,” they add.

“I’m sure,” you breathe, but you are shaking, you notice, and you cradle your arm to yourself like it hurts. It does hurt, the feeling hits you like a ton of bricks, the pain spreads from your hand to your shoulder. The burning feeling is back in your bones, it almost makes it numb. You fight back tears, you don’t want to cry in front of this stranger, you can’t trust them yet, you can’t show them weakness that they can use against you.

The hand on your back moves soothingly along your shoulders, you try to focus on it. “Breathe,” they instruct you, their voice is soft. “Let me help you.”

“No, it’s fine.” You try to shake your head, but it hurts too much.

“It’s not fine, you need help.” Their right, you know their right, but you can’t trust them. “C’mon, let’s get you somewhere safer, somewhere you can get help,” they say, but you make no attempt to move. They stay by your side, waiting for something, for you to give in to their offer of help and you do.

“Fine,” you mutter, closing your eyes again to ignore the world spinning faster. They watch you for a while longer before they mutter a quiet apology, it barely registers in your mind before you’re pulled into warm arms. You don’t get to protest as they stand up with ease, and turn to make their way down the road.

Your mind becomes more muddled and you start dozing off, they speak a few more words, most don’t register in your swimming head. You think they introduced themself, something with a title.

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You wake up 3 hours later, in a clean bed, in a sterile room. This must be the Alchemy Commissions infirmary, despite having been here at least twice, you have never seen the inside of the building outside of the consultation rooms.

A woman, foxian, with dark hair and eyes checks on you when you wake. She sets a glass of water down on the small table beside your bed, and offers to fetch you some food, you’re about to decline when there’s a knock on the door.

The woman opens the door, a child walks in followed by an imposing man, he looks down at the child with an apologetic expression as she scolds him. The foxian woman leaves the room, the two new people continue their conversation, like you aren’t even there.

You reach out for the glass, your hand shakes weakly and you feel heavy. You can barely hold onto the glass, the shake in your hand gets worse with the weight. You end up attempting to place the glass back on the table, it almost doesn’t go wrong, almost. Your shaking ends up knocking the glass over, water spills over the table onto the floor, at least the glass didn’t break.

The room is quiet, you note, you look up and the two new people are looking at you. They both look sympathetic, you hate that look it reminds you of the priest, but there’s something more in the man’s eyes. It’s like he knows something about you, it makes you want to shrink in on yourself, and you do a little, sitting against the pillow behind you with your head hung.

The child sighs and walks over, she grabs the empty glass off the table, then excuses herself and leaves the room, presumably to get more water. The man observes you from afar, before moving closer. He stands at the foot of the bed with crossed arms, you study his attire but avoid his face.

“Priestess,” his voice is stern, but you recognize a softness in it, he’s the stranger. With one simple word you are reduced to a meek pile of anxiety, he knows, you repeat those two words to yourself over and over again. Someone from the Xianzhou Alliance, someone dedicated to The Hunt’s mission to kill the Abundance, someone knows who you are, where you’re from, what you did.

“Priestess,” he repeats, you shake your head, tears line your eyes. You shouldn’t have stayed on the Luofu for this long, you only wanted to lose the people hunting you before you moved on. “Priestess?” He sounds closer now, a warm hand grasps your shoulder, it makes you flinch.

“Sorry.” The word comes out in a muddled mix of coherent speech and a sob, tears stream down your face in warm lines.

“Hey, look at me.” His voice has softened and lost its stern edge, he hovers by your side. You shake your head and lean away.

The child comes back with the refilled glass of water, she places it on the small table and takes in the scene before her. Your distressed disposition meets her analysing gaze first, then the man by your side whose hand now hovers over your shoulder.

“General,” she starts in a stern tone. “I told you not to stress out my patient.” She puts her hands on her hips, like a mother scolding her son. The General looks guilty, “Lady Bailu,” he tries. She points to somewhere further in the room, and like a kicked puppy the General of the Luofu steps away from your side.

“Breathe child,” Lady Bailu tells you, she walks around the room and comes back with some tissue papers to dry your eyes. “Here, drink.” She pushes the glass closer to your bedside, you heed her command and pick the glass up gently, you have to focus hard not to spill it again.

Lady Bailu turns away from you and sends the General a glare, she ushers him to a corner of the room, the two engage in a discussion of sorts, Lady Bailu scolds him and he lets her.

You hold the glass in both hands, sipping at the cold water carefully. You sniffle and regain control of your breathing, the glass is cold in your hands and it grounds you. The room is quiet, save for the muttered discussion in the corner, they must be discussing what to do with you.

You feel heavy and weak, you were never this meek when you were a child, but you also weren’t a wanted criminal on a ship full of people dedicated to hunting your aeon. You suppose anyone would become meek in such a situation.

“Child?” Lady Bailu catches your attention, there’s something comical in this woman who looks younger than you calling you child, but based on the horns and tail she must be vidyadhara. You look at her, she stands by your side, the General keeps his distance.

“The General wants to talk to you,” Lady Bailu tells you in an even tone. “Do you want to talk to him? You don’t have to, not now.” She looks deep into your eyes, you mull over your options, is it really okay if you deny the General? You know you’ll have to talk to him eventually, now that you have been found out, it will be near impossible to get off the Luofu.

You decide to rip the bandaid off and get it over with, the General has to be a reasonable man, maybe if you explain everything to him, he will offer you some leniency. “It’s okay, I don’t mind,” you tell Lady Bailu, she nods and shoots the General one last warning glare before leaving the room.

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The chair is settled on the floor with a dull thud, the General takes his seat by your side, you don’t look at him. The room is quiet, the air is dense and you shift in your seat.

“Tell me,” he starts, “are you from Eden?” It’s a stupid question, he already knows the answer, he knows who you are, it’s meant as an ice-breaker.

“Yes.” You don’t offer much in your reply, it’s soft, barely piercing the air.

“Eden is a planet favoured by the Abundance, right?” The planet is untraversed, but not unknown. “It is.” You still won’t look at him.

“You are part of the cult of the Abundance-”, “were,” you correct without thinking, it dawns on you that you just cut off the General of the Luofu. You shrink a little. “You were part of the cult of the Abundance?” He wonders out loud. “Yes, I left.” You didn’t really leave, more so fled the place after your crime.

“Why’d you leave?” He asks, you don’t know what to say, you don’t know if you can tell him the truth about the cult. Not because he can’t know, but you don’t know if you can retell it, to relive it. Repressed memories float around the forefront of your mind, the blade you should have discarded long ago, the blood, the feeling, the pain, the scar aches.

“Why’d you leave?” He tries again, this time softer. He must sense your nerves, your tense shoulders and uneven breathing. “You don’t know?” You ask instead of answering.

“I believe I do, but I want to be certain.” He keeps an even tone, he wants to hear it from you, you know, but you can’t say it. “What do you believe?”

“You’re wanted by the High Council of Eden for the massacre of the cult of the Abundance, including a priest held in high regard.” That’s the story the Council is going with, it’s not wrong factually, but it lacks your motive. “That’s true.” You feel small next to him.

“Why did you do it?” He asks, how could you ever articulate what you saw that day, what words could ever do it justice. You can’t find any, but it seems your silence speaks more than you intended.

“They did something to you, didn’t they?” He asks tentatively, you just nod along, words elude you at this point.

“Did they hurt you?” His tone grows darker, but somehow you get the feeling it’s not because of you. You nod again, and the General takes a deep breath, he thinks over the information and which questions work best. He doesn’t want to stress you out again, but he has questions that need to be answered.

“Is that why you did it?” The it stays unspoken, but you know what he means. Was it revenge? Yes, was it revenge for what they did against you? “No.” Your short answer hangs in the air, the General’s brow furrows.

“Then why?” He asks, you think it over, how can you tell him everything in the simplest way. It has to be simple, because if you make it complicated you might not finish. “For them,” you answer, your voice rises slightly, like you're not just telling him but yourself as well.

“The two underage victims?” ‘Victims’, the word leaves a bitter taste on your tongue, if it wasn’t for you they wouldn’t be victims, if you could’ve just accepted your fate they’d still be alive. “It’s my fault.” It’s your fault, you used them for your own desire to be free. It’s your fault, they stayed longer than they should, you walked out too far. It’s your fault.

“But you didn’t kill them,” he states it like it matters, like that fact alone means you weren’t a part of the problem. “They were there because of me.”

“That doesn’t make it your fault,” he reasons. “But.” You want to argue, tears spring to your eyes, you can’t argue with him.

“It’s not your fault,” he reassures. “They chose to be there, they chose to be with you.” His hand hovers over your own, warmth radiates from his palm. “But.” The word comes out choked as tears begin to fall down your cheeks.

“It’s not your fault.” He holds your hand gently, the warmth and rough texture grounds you to the present. “You didn’t know what would happen, neither did they.” Your breathing stutters, the blanket in your lap soaks up your tears.

“It’s not your fault.” You can’t hold it in anymore, you didn’t intend to break down in front of the Luofu General, but sobs wrack your body. You cry freely, he holds your hand the whole time, his thumb begins to gently stroke over the unmarred skin on the back of your hand.

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After you’ve calmed down the General leaves your side and Lady Bailu comes back, she offers a soft pat on your hand. You feel icky, but a weight has been lifted off your shoulders.

Lady Bailu stands at your bedside opposite of where the General sat, she holds out her hand. “Let me see your arm,” she instructs, you hesitate, but let her inspect the black tendrils. They’ve grown in quantity since you last looked at them, their beginning to resemble a broken spider web.

She hums to herself, deep in thought. “Does it hurt?” She asks, you shake your head no. “Do you know how you got it?” She asks, you think back to the statue. “Yes, the statue in the church was crying. Drops of water from it landed in my palm, it burned.” She nods along as you explain, studying the marks more closely.

“A crying statue,” she mutters more to herself than you. “Did the statue represent a specific god?” She looks around the room, she spots whatever she is looking for on a nearby cabinet. “Yaoshi.” Lady Bailu returns with a wet cloth, she gently dabs it on the markings, you sigh in contentment, you hadn’t realised the marks were so warm. “The Abundance.” She nods to herself.

“Is it possible that the Abundance has cursed you through the statue’s tears?” It’s the best theory, it explains the odd marks and the strange reason for their occurrence. “Yeah, Yaoshi would do that as punishment for what I did.” It makes sense, you disrespect THEIR church during a ceremony, that would anger any god and cause retaliation.

“Then I’m afraid there isn’t much I can do then,” she says, she seems genuinely sorry. “That’s okay,” you assure her, she offers you a smile.

“Is there anything I can do to help?” You think the question over, the incident that led to you being in the infirmary is the first of its kind. “Do you have anything for pain or soreness?” You ask instead, it was just a fluke you assure yourself, it won’t happen again. “Pain and soreness, yes I think I have something for that,” Lady Bailu says before she leaves the room.

Lady Bailu comes back with a small container, she opens it to show you the salve inside, she smears it over your arm and makes sure to cover the marks. She then finds some gauze and wraps it around your arm, she gives you the salve and a few rolls of gauze, along with instructions.

Leaving the infirmary you make your way through the Alchemy Commission’s streets, once you make it back to the road where you collapsed, you’re met with a familiar face. The General smiles at you, he seems much more relaxed now.

He walks along with you in silence for a while, he notes the small container and gauze in your hands. “Did you figure out what the marks are?” He’s making small talk, you look down at your bandaged arm and think back to Lady Bailu’s theory.

“The theory is that Yaoshi cursed me for my crime.” He nods along.

“I would advise that you don’t say THEIR name out loud,” he warns, you hadn’t realised you were doing that, it was like second nature for you to call them by name. But it makes sense that it would be taboo to do so on a Xianzhou Alliance vessel, you’ll have to keep that in mind for later travels.

By the stairs to the garden you turn and begin your ascension, the General looks on in confusion. “Priestess?” He calls after you, the title makes you freeze. “Please don’t call me that,” you ask, looking back at him.

“Then what should I call you?” It’s then that you realise that you never introduced yourself, you laugh to yourself and offer him your name. “Was there something you needed?” You ask him afterwards.

“Why are you going to the Garden of Auri?” He looks at you, seeming perplexed, you’d think the General of the Luofu would know every part of the ship, you muse to yourself. “I live there.”

He observes you for a moment, like he’s thinking what you said over. “General?” You ask with a raised brow. “Please, just call me Jing Yuan,” he replies, he shakes away his thoughts and bids you farewell, you watch him leave before continuing up the stairs.

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pillow-priestess · 3 months ago

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The Ever-Growing Garden

/cw hypnosis from flowers and fruits and generally a nice life, dubcon, death as circle of life written for #bunbothypnovember 2024, Day 19: Flowers!

A beautiful flower garden deep within an enchanted wood, tended by an unusually sedentary clan of fairies. They pollinate the trees and bushes, bring in new seeds, convince spirits for favors, and lovingly decorate the whole clearing.

Over time, the garden becomes a minor landmark of the forest. A bubbling brook of fresh, healthy water is diverted through. Adventurers and wanderers stop for a night, leaving fruits and trinkets as rent. Birds and beasts live and die here, their bodies subsumed by earth spirits to feed the flowers.

Throughout it all, the fairies remain. Most of their kind are nomadic, flitting between trees and groves and happily whiling existence away. But those who visit the garden tend to stay and watch it grow. The flowers are sweeter here, the fruits tastier, the company more entertaining.

Years pass. The garden continues to grow, more inward than outward. The variety of plants and fruits intermingling in such a small place is unheard of, as is the friendliness of the fae who tend to them. They don't hide from any intruders, going as far as to greet newcomers and welcome them 'home.'

A rare few of the wandering big folk are convinced to stay here. The garden provides food and shelter, and the caretakers make better company than certain adventurers with a chip on their shoulder could ask for. Life in the grove isn't terribly exciting, but it's… comfortable. Made with love.

The fairies learn to care for their guests as deeply as they care for the flowers. Some folk may have expected a rather chaste existence here, but the little ones are more than happy to prove them wrong. An elven sage once retired here, believing herself past her prime, but her moans filled the forest as loud as any other once the fairies worked their magic. A strong, loyal warrior rested xer head on the grass for but a few hours, and even that was enough for them to 'convince' xer to desert xer master, to live in a pleasant daze and tend to the plants instead.

A lovely assortment of residents across decades and decades of growth. Each gave to the flowers in their own way, but near all were pleasured by the gardeners every day. They were gorged on fruits and nectar so that their own could soak into the fertile soil. The fairies grew very experienced.

Several spent their remaining days here. Their existence was made a pleasant one, and when they passed, they gave all of themselves back to the garden. Their bodies, their souls, their magic, their experiences. All of it fed the flowers.

And with enough time, it evolved into something new.

The fairies already arranged the plants in beautiful patterns, ones that changed by the year as they grew and overlapped. Soon, both fae and flora were compelled to spiral towards the center of the grove, arranging a natural path to one great, growing bulb, and the life coalescing within it. Memories of countless lives flowed into the nascent entity, feeding it, sustaining its growth, informing it of every microscopic action that led to its creation. It gained form as much as it gained ego, and began to unconsciously develop an appropriate identity.

The already loyal fairies grew infatuated. Their excitement grew as spring approached, the redecoration constant as individuals argued amongst themselves of the best display for it to wake up to. The more heated ones nearly came to blows, but always seemed to devolve into nights of passion instead.

When the day finally came for the Bloom, all were in concordance. The small legion of gardeners assembled around the flower, and began to gasp and cheer as its petals spiraled outwards, slowly revealing the feminine form within. They hung in the air, giddy to approach, but waiting for her to wake.

And wake I did.

When my eyes opened, it was to a sea of colors and little faces, all utterly devoted to Me. Praise hung from their lips, desperate to worship Me in My new form. When I graced them with My first smile, some nearly swooned out of the air, giddy that their goddess was proud of them.

For that's what I am. A minor goddess, true, but a deity nonetheless. I am this grove given form. I am the culmination of several hundred years of love and care in service to the beauty of the earth. They've always worshipped Me, and the only thing that's changed is I now have a mind to direct them.

I don't have dreams of expanding My domain. This garden has stood for many years, and I'm content to stand for many more. My gardeners are perfectly happy in their purpose. They've spent centuries cultivating their green thumb, all to be wrapped around Mine. We are happy here. And now, so are you.

…Look at that pretty smile. You blissed out about halfway through that story, didn't you? I don't blame you. The fruits here are nearly as intoxicating as the experiences, and you've certainly indulged aplenty so far.

You'd like to stay here, wouldn't you? Nod your head for Me, dear.

That's right. That's a good little gardener. Just settle into your role here. Let My fairies kiss your skin, let My aromas fill your lungs, let My love guide you down.

Down, down, down, deep into the earth with Me.

You'll be as much a part of Me as they are. And you'll be happy.

Good…

I'm proud of you. Leaving behind what you once knew takes heart. Your heart will serve you well, here, where all can indulge in your passion.

Let Me guide you down, little gardener. Down between My legs. I've got a beautiful flower for you to tend, right here…

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