#c: begonia

[residenthesitant]

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[secretwonderlandtimetravel]

New Cookie Run Oc :D

Weeping Begonia Cookie

Relationship Charts (She doesn't know that many Cookies):

Back Story/Lore:

White Begonia Cookie, sister of White Lily Cookie, was concerned because she hasn't seen her sister in a year after the Dark Flour War ended. So, she sent her a note saying,

My Dear Sister White Lily Cookie...

Please come and meet me in the forest we always go to after your long days of research.

P.S. From your loving sister, White Begonia Cookie ~♡

After sending her the letter, she followed the path to the forest her and her sister met every day they could. Now that she was in the forest she needed to look for her sister.

"Hm... There is a usual amount of toxic flowers in here..."

White Begonia Cookie said, noting the sudden increase of toxic flowers. Other then that, she wasn't very successful in her search and was now on the verge of having a panic attack. She eventually ended up in front of a pond, water lilies floating ontop of it. Suddenly a voice called her name, but it was one that she have never heard of before.

"So... White Begonia Cookie, is it-? I know you, you're my sister-!"

They said, White Begonia Cookie turning around to meet her face

"You're... You're not my sister. My sister's name is White Lily Cookie and-"

"Oh no need to continue."

They cut her off.

"I'm your sister, White Lily Cookie. But now I'm rebaked into something better, something stronger... I am Dark Enchantress Cookie-!"

She cheered, but White Begonia Cookie just wasn't getting the message.

"H- How do I know that you're telling me the truth-? Show me proof..."

"Ah yes, proof..."

Dark Enchantress sighed, pulling out a crooked and cursed soul jam that somehow shaped itself into what seems to be White Lily's soul jam... That soul jam alone shook White Begonia to the core.

"T- that's my sister's... So you're really her-? What have you been doing for all that time you've been gone...?"

"Heh heh heh..."

She chuckled, giving her sister a uncomfortable aurora.

"I plan to take the soul jams of the mighty ancients heroes, gain their power... And rule over Earthbread-!"

She said proudly in a loud voice, holding her fist up in the air. Her statement leaving White Begonia shocked.

"That's... horrible, White Lily Cookie. You would never do such a thing, would you-?!"

The other Cookie whined, not on board with the plan at all. Then for the next couple of minutes the sisters bickered and back at forth with each other. White Begonia holding up an argument that Earthbread should not be ruled with such bad intentions, while Dark Enchantress thought otherwise. Eventually Dark Enchantress sighed, fed up with how whiny her sister sounded.

"Arg-! If you side with me I have no other choice but to do it my way...!"

She shouted, clearly annoyed. And with just one tap of her staff on the ground she casted a curse on her sister White Begonia Cookie...

"Wait, White Lily Cookie...! Pleas-"

She cried, swimming towards her to get out but was cut off by the sudden strength of the roots preventing her from leaving. Suddenly, tears flowed out of her eyes and they seemed to be endless...

"White Lily, what type of spell have you-"

"Ha Ha-! You want to know sis?~ Well... you shall be stuck in this pond for all eternity and weep for the rest of your life-! No one, and I mean no one, will ever know that you're here. So you'll be stuck in a pond with no one to accompany you... No one-! Hah hahaha...!"

She laughed cruelly, watching as White Begonia weeped and sobbed.

"Wait no- Please-!..."

She begged, trying her hardest to escape but no matter how hard she tried the roots wouldn't let her. Dark Enchantress Cookie watched it all go down, turning around and leaving with her staff in hand as her sister continued to whine and beg.

"Wait please come back-! We can talk this out, just please!- Cooperate with me and-"

She cried, pulling out the grass and scratching the ground desperate for a way out... Now she was stuck, watching as 'White Lily Cookie' faded away and leaving her to suffer.

《~~~~~~~~~~~~~~◇-•○•-◇~~~~~~~~~~~~~~》

Weeping Begonia Cookie, resting in the middle of her pond... Endlessly sobbing into her gloved hands with no one there to comfort her as she cannot leave from this horrible life. She is forever rooted to the bottom of the pond as she watches water lilies float by and all around her. If she were granted a wish and just one, it would be to see her sister once more, White Lily Cookie...

Extra info:

Uses She/Her/Hers pronouns

She is the younger sister of White Lily Cookie

Has and always will refer to her sister as White Lily Cookie

Her original name was White Begonia Cookie that was later changed to Weeping Begonia Cookie because of a curse

Isn't really considered a ancient but holds the power of one (She doesn't have a soul jam.)

Very timid of other Cookies but can easily warm up to them just because they give her some type of comfort

Has been cursed for a thousand years now...

Mini Bonus Comic :3 -

[erio-towa]

Spirally boys to make your day more interesting mootie 🙏

(I just discovered them myself :)

[yther]

[jolselin]

takara kinda reminds me of shang xirui... which means... i should try to finish winter begonia

[thunderstruck9]

Josef Stoitzner (Austrian, 1884-1951), Begonien am offenen Fenster [Begonias at an Open Window], c.1947. Oil on canvas, 42 x 58 cm.

[clawmarks]

Begonia. Dictionnaire pratique d'horticulture et de jardinage - Georges Nicholson - c.1892-1899 - via Gallica

[lousypotatoes]

I'll Walk Down The Lane

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All Around Me - Flyleaf

Since Alastor doesn't make any appearancs in the fourth episode, I've decided to not write for that episode, since it would be difficult to insert the reader in a situation where Alastor is not present. Instead, I'll just be writing the next timeskip back into the twenties.

90 years ago...

It was six-fifteen in the evening. The weather was still stormy and rainy as it was a few hours ago.

Alastor was in his dining room making sure everything was absolutely perfect for his darling Y/N.

Oh, how much he loved her. He would do anything for his Y/N.

He would die for her.

He would kill for her.

He would blow up the moon if she asked him.

He was so in love with her.

He loved everything about her.

Her voice, her hair, her eyes, her smile, her laugh, her humor, even her annoying little dog, Honey.

Ever since that day when he had heard Y/N's voice over the telephone when she called in to request a song on the radio, Alastor knew that he wanted to marry that woman one day.

Even if she found out about his...little secret...he could never stay mad at her.

After making sure the jambalaya was to his liking, Alastor sat down at the couch in his living room, picked up a newspaper, and waited patiently for Y/N to arrive.

Yes...it was past the time that she was supposed to have arrived, but she was always a little bit late, so Alastor thought nothing of it.

He knew that his darling Y/N would never intentionally disappoint him.

As he finished reading about the newest murder, Alastor checked his wristwatch for tenth time, frowning when he saw it was almost seven in the evening.

Y/N was always late, but never this late.

Did she stand him up?

No, what a stupid question to ask. If Y/N couldn't make it or had something come up, she always called, apologizing profusely and explaining why she couldn't make it.

So why was there no phone call?

"If I ain't there by at least seven, you better come and get me and drag me back to your place,"

Setting down his newspaper, Alastor got off of the couch, grabbed his raincoat and umbrella and headed off into the stormy weather.

The rain hammered down, sounding like pebbles as hit against his umbrella. 'Good thing her flower shop isn't too far,' Alastor thought. Thunder cracked from above in a big boom, lightning lit up the sky in a beautiful yet uneasy way. The wind howled, whipping around his coat and his umbrella.

His nice shoes sloshed through puddles, soaking his socks and his skin as he made his way through the rainy weather.

As he walked, he saw Y/N's flower shop in the distance. The lights were still on, casting a warm glow through the window. That meant that she was still inside.

As he reached the flower shop, for some reason, Alastor had a bad feeling in the pit of his stomach.

He ignored the feeling, brushing it off as paranoia due to the storm.

Opening the flower shop door, he immediately knew why he had such a bad feeling.

Shards of glass littered the floor, along with stray begonias, and splatters of....holy shit, was that blood?

"Y/N!?" Alastor called out in a panicked voice. "Darling, are you in here!?"

Alastor very slowly walked further in the shop, the sound of broken glass crunching under his feet.

He gulped, feeling like his heart lurching in his throat.

"Y/N?" he called out again, his voice barely above a whisper.

A faint sound came from behind the counter, like the rustle of cloth against wood. His heart pounded, his worries churning up into full-fledged fear. He took a deep breath, steeling himself, and walked over, leaning down to peer over the counter.

What he saw made his heart drop into the pit of his stomach.

Y/N was there, her body leaning up against the counter. Blood was all over her S/C skin, staining her beautiful F/C dress. Her hair stuck to her sweaty face, and her lips were parted, trembling as she tried to speak.

She was alive but barely.

"Alastor..." she whispered, her breath shaky.

"Y/N!" Alastor cried, kneeling down. He grabbed her hand, feeling the warmth slipping away. His mind was racing, his hands shaking as he searched frantically for something—anything—to stop the bleeding. He pressed his hand against the wound, rainwater from his sleeve mingling with her blood, tears stinging his eyes.

"Stay with me, my love, please," Alastor sobbed, his voice breaking, tears staining the lenses of his glasses.

Y/N looked up at him, her eyes glassy, like she was already drifting away. "Alastor....I....he....I couldn't..."

"Shh, it's alright," he lied, choking back a sob. "It's gonna be alright. I'll get help, I'll-"

But her hand squeezed his, barely a flicker of strength left. "Please don't leave me!" she sobbed. "I'm not ready to die!"

"You're not going to die!" Alastor panicked. "You're going to be just fine, I promise!"

The rain slammed against the windows as he stayed there, holding her hand, his mind swirling with disbelief, denial, a desperation that clawed at him. Everything he wanted to say to her—how much he’d looked forward to their nights together, how she was the best thing that had ever happened to him—all of it knotted up in his throat, useless.

Y/N's fingers went limp, slipping from his. With one last small breath, her eyes closed, slipping into unconsciousness.

“Y/N” His voice was small, fragile. He shook her shoulder gently. “Y/N? Come on…you’re just…you’re just a little hurt, that’s all…”

No response.

Alastor’s breath came in jagged gasps as uncontrollable sobs left his body. His hands were smeared with her blood, his fingers shaking uncontrollably. He clutched her close, burying his face in her hair, feeling the weight of her lifeless body settle against him. The whole room felt like it was spinning, caving in, until there was only him and her, surrounded by the scent of crushed flowers and iron.

The door creaked, and he looked up, but there was no one there.

Outside, thunder rolled, and lightning flashed, casting a brief, harsh light across her pale face. He whispered her name over and over, as if he could bring her back, as if he could turn back time. But all he could do was sit there, holding her, the storm howling outside like it, too, knew of his loss.

im sorry that i haven't been uploading as much

theres just been a lot going on and i needed to take a break

but im going to try and start uploading a lot more

stay safe and drink lots of water <33

xoxo, Izzy

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Begonia

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Fame Prompt for Tropetember

Mirror, Mirror

[heavenlybackside]

Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly'

A captivating display of dark, almost blackpink leaves adorned with intricate white veins, resembling the wings of a butterfly.

Plant care guide:

Light: Bright, indirect light. Avoid direct sunlight, which can scorch the leaves.

Water: Keep soil consistently moist but not soggy. Allow the top inch of soil to dry out slightly between waterings.

Soil: Well-draining potting mix rich in organic matter.

Temperature: 65-80°F (18-27°C). Avoid cold drafts and sudden temperature changes.

Humidity: Prefers moderate to high humidity. Misting the leaves regularly or using a humidifier can help maintain humidity.

Fertilizer: Apply a balanced liquid fertilizer diluted to half strength once a month during the growing season.

Garden decoration ideas:

These striking begonias are perfect for adding a touch of drama and elegance to your indoor garden. They can be displayed on their own or combined with other plants for a colorful and vibrant arrangement.

#houseplants #Plants #garden ‎

[book--brackets]

Kingdoms and Empires by Jaclyn Moriarty (2017-2023)

Bronte Mettlestone's parents ran away to have adventures when she was a baby, leaving her to be raised by her Aunt Isabelle and the Butler. She's had a perfectly pleasant childhood of afternoon teas and riding lessons - and no adventures, thank you very much.

But Bronte's parents have left extremely detailed (and bossy) instructions for Bronte in their will. The instructions must be followed to the letter, or disaster will befall Bronte's home. She is to travel the kingdoms and empires, perfectly alone, delivering special gifts to her ten other aunts. There is a farmer aunt who owns an orange orchard and a veterinarian aunt who specialises in dragon care, a pair of aunts who captain a cruise ship together and a former rockstar aunt who is now the reigning monarch of a small kingdom.

Now, armed with only her parents' instructions, a chest full of strange gifts and her own strong will, Bronte must journey forth to face dragons, Chief Detectives and pirates - and the gathering suspicion that there might be something more to her extremely inconvenient quest than meets the eye...

The Lost Conspiracy by Francis Hardinge (2008)

On Gullstruck Island, legend has it that the mountain ranges and volcanoes are in charge. Anger them, and you'll pay the price. Keep them happy, and you'll enjoy their protection. These stories of the land's command come in handy for quiet, near-invisible Hathin when she must run for her life. Hathin's sister, Arilou, is believed to be a Lost. The Lost are held nearly sacred by those on Gullstruck, for they can send their senses away from their bodies. If Lost, Arilou can read a message across the island. If Lost, Arilou can hear whispers in the corners of private rooms. If Lost, Arilou can smell bread baking in the governor's mansion. All from her beachside hut. But the question remains: Is Arilou really a Lost? When all the Lost drop dead--except Arilou--she and Hathin are swept into a grand conspiracy that leads them to the most sinister depths--and heights--of the island.

Isola by Brenden Fletcher (2018-2020)

An evil spell has been cast on the Queen of Maar and her Captain of the Guard will do anything to reverse it. Their only hope lies on an island half a world away--a place known in myth as Isola, land of the dead.

The Secret of a Heart Note by Stacey Lee (2016)

Sometimes love is right under your nose. As one of only two aromateurs left on the planet, sixteen-year-old Mimosa knows what her future holds: a lifetime of weeding, mixing love elixirs, and matchmaking—all while remaining incurably alone. For Mim, the rules are clear: falling in love would render her nose useless, taking away her one great talent. Still, Mimosa doesn’t want to spend her life elbow-deep in soil and begonias. She dreams of a normal high school experience with friends, sports practices, debate club, and even a boyfriend. But when she accidentally gives an elixir to the wrong woman and has to rely on the lovesick woman’s son, the school soccer star, to help fix the situation, Mim quickly begins to realize that falling in love isn’t always a choice you can make.

The Fairy Realm by Emily Rodda (2001-2006)

When Jessie searches for her ill grandmother's missing charm bracelet, she is led to a magical world and finds she has a reason and right to be there.

Lays of the Hearth-Fire by Victoria Goddard (2019-2023)

Cliopher Mdang knows all about consequences. He is the Secretary in Chief of the offices of the Lords of State: the official head of the Imperial Bureaucratic Service of Zunidh, unofficial head of the government. He spends his days dealing with all the manifold results of enormously complicated systems.

He is also the personal secretary to his Radiency Artorin Damara, Last Emperor of Astandalas, Lord of Zunidh: the Sun-on-Earth, the Lord of Tising Stars, worshiped as a god.

Cliopher has never touched his lord, never called him by name, never initiated a conversation. He would never say aloud that he loves him, but it is for his lord, and not his own power or prestige, that he spends his life far from home and the family who have never quite forgiven him for leaving.

It is blasphemy to suggest that the Sun-on-Earth might need something as ordinary in human as a break. But one day Cliopher turns to his lord and invites him on a holiday to his homeland, the tropical paradise of Vangavaye-ve, which is as far from the court as it is possible to be. It is a place where pretension is soundly discouraged and pretenses are undone, and where the divine never very far from the human.

Valkyrie by Kate O'Hearn (2013-2016)

Freya is dreading her upcoming birthday when she'll officially have to take up her duties as a Valkyrie. She doesn't want to follow in the footsteps of the legends before her--legends including her mother and sisters. And she certainly doesn't want anything to do with humans 

Freya thinks humans are cruel, hate-filled creatures, but as she observes their world, she begins to wonder what it would be like to make friends with the girls or laugh with the boys she sees. And what would it be like to live without the fear that she could cause someone's death with a single touch? 

Then when she's sent on her first mission, she reaps the soul of a fallen soldier with unfinished business...business that sends her on an epic quest to the mortal world. Will Freya find the true meaning of being a human, or will she finally accept the legend she is destined to become?

Doomspell by Cliff McNish (2000-2002)

In a blaze of light, rush of wind and scrabble of claws, Rachel and Eric are ripped through the wall and hurtled on to another world. Like thousands of other children before them, they have been snatched away by the Witch.

But this time the Witch has met her match. Rachel discovers that she has extraordinary gifts: she can transform herself into a feather, or fly on an owl’s back, just as the Witch can. The Witch is excited she has found someone to use for her own evil purposes. But for the Witch’s victims, Rachel is their only hope.

Drizzle by Kathleen Van Cleve (2010)

Eleven-year-old Polly Peabody knows her family's world-famous rhubarb farm is magical. The plants taste like chocolate, jewels appear in the soil, bugs talk to her, and her best friend is a rhubarb plant named Harry. But the most magical thing is that every single Monday, at exactly 1:00, it rains. Until the Monday when the rain just stops. Now it's up to Polly to figure out why, and whether her brother's mysterious illness and her glamorous aunt Edith's sudden desire to sell the farm have anything to do with it. Most of all, Polly has to make it start raining again before it's too late. Her brother's life, the plants' survival, and her family's future all depend on it.

Lyra by Patricia C. Wrede (1982-1994)

Trouble is brewing in Alkyra. While the kingdom’s noblemen squabble, on their borders an ancient enemy, the Lithmern, raises an army. As the head of the Noble House of Brenn attempts to organize an alliance, the princess Alethia celebrates her twentieth birthday. She is a remarkable woman: quick-witted, beautiful, and handy with a throwing knife. But on the next night, she passes through a dark corridor on her way to the banquet hall, and never emerges from the shadows. The Lithmern have kidnapped the princess.   When Alethia regains consciousness, an evil Lithmern with a face made of shadows is carrying her through the forest. These are magic woods, home to fabled creatures whose existence she has always doubted. To find her way home, Alethia will have to learn to trust in the old tales, whose legends of magic and daring hold the only hope of saving her kingdom.

[deceitxdeception]

Day 4: Flower Language

I choose Magnolias and Begonias

Magnolias means dignity, nobility, endurance, perseverance, sweetness, pride and power. They are the white flowers.

Begonias means uniqueness, cautions and warning. They beside Kokichi c:

[saayawolf]

Begonia 'Moonlight Butterfly' 🦋🌕✨

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Care Guide

🌞 Light: Keep it in bright, indirect light. Harsh sunlight can scorch its stunning leaves, so indirect is the way to go!

🌱 Soil: A well-draining, rich potting mix will keep those roots happy. It loves soil with lots of organic matter!

💧 Water: The soil should stay consistently moist, but not soggy. Allow the top inch to dry out a bit between waterings to avoid overwatering.

🌡️ Temperature: Ideal temps range between 65-80°F (18-27°C). Begonia doesn't like the cold, so keep it warm and away from drafts.

💦 Humidity: Loves moderate to high humidity! Mist its leaves regularly or place it near a humidifier for best results.

🌿 Fertilizer: Feed monthly during the growing season with a diluted liquid fertilizer to encourage healthy growth and vibrant foliage.

[thebotanicalarcade]

Begonia goldingiana

– Begonia goldingiana L. Kollmann & A. P. Fontana. A. Habit ; B. Stipule flattened, front view ; C. Outer tepal of the staminate flower ; D. Inner tepal of the staminate flower E. Stamen, front view ; F, K. Prophyll flattened ; G. Tepals of the pistillate flower ; H, L. Style branches, front view, right ; back view, left ; I, M. Fruit ; J. Seed. [A-J : Fontana & Brahim 4145, MBML ; K-M : Kollmann & al. 11571, MBML] [Drawn by the author]

[warrior-names]

Warrior Prefixes: African / Ancestor Clans (LeopardClan, LionClan, & TigerClan)

Words that aren't derived from things in Africa aren't included; this list is made based on the Ancestor Clans and naming rules from the roleplay server Call of the Wild!

170+ prefixes under the cut!

A

Aardvark-

Aardwolf-

Acacia-

Addax-

Adder-

Albatross-

Alligator-

Aloe-

Amaranth-

Amaryllis-

Amra-

Anaconda-

Anise-

Antiaris-

Antelope-

Aphid-

Argan-

Artichoke-

Asparagus-

Aye-aye-

B

Babool-

Baboon-

Badger-

Bamboo-

Banana-

Baobab-

Barb-

Barberry-

Bat-

Bee-

Beetle-

Begonia-

Bindweed-

Boa-

Boar-

Bologi-

Bongo-

Bonobo-

Bontebok-

Boomslang-

Boxwood-

Brubru-

Buffalo-

Bushbuck-

Buzzard-

C

Camel-

Caper-

Caracal-

Caraway-

Castor-

Cherry-

Chimpanzee-

Cichlid-

Citrus-

Civet-

Clover-

Cobra-

Cocoa-

Coconut-

Coffea-

Crane-

Crocodile-

D

Dassie-

Desert-

Detar-

Dik-dik-

Dingo-

Dittany-

Duiker-

E

Eagle-

Eel-

Eland-

Elephant-

F

Fennec-

Fennel-

Fig-

Firefly-

Fossa-

Fraxinella-

G

Galega-

Gazania-

Gazelle-

Gelada-

Genet-

Geranium-

Gerenuk-

Ginger-

Giraffe-

Gorilla-

Gowé-

Guava-

Gum-

Gundi-

H

Hanza-

Hare-

Hartebeest-

Hawthorne-

Hedgehog-

Hippo-

Holly-

Hornbill-

Hyena-

Hyrax-

I

Ibis-

Impala-

Iris-

Ivory-

Ivy-

J

Jerboa-

K

Kalanchoe-

Kanna-

Khus-

Killi-

Knotgrass-

Kob-

Kokum-

Kola-

Kudu-

L

Lemur-

Liquorice-

Lily-

Loach-

Locust-

M

Macaque-

Mahaleb-

Mahogany-

Mamba-

Mandrill-

Marshmallow-

Marula-

Meerkat-

Melde-

Mitzeeri-

Mongoose-

Monkey-

Myrrh-

N

Nettle-

Nightshade-

O

Okapi-

Okra-

Oleander-

Olive-

Ostrich-

P

Pangolin-

Pea-

Peacock-

Penguin-

Periwinkle-

Plantain-

Plum-

Pomegranate-

Porcupine-

Python-

R

Ratel-

Redoul-

Rhinoceros-

Rooibos-

Roselle-

S

Sable-

Sambar-

Savannah-

Scarab-

Sedge-

Serval-

Shea-

Shoebill-

Shrew-

Sitatunga-

Springbok-

Spurge-

T

Tamarin-

Tapir-

Tilapia-

Topi-

Tortoise-

Tulip-

Turtle-

V

Vetiver-

Violet-

Viper-

Vulture-

W

Warthog-

Waterbuck-

Wildebeest-

Wolf-

Woodruff-

Wormwood-

Y

Yak-

Yohimbe-

Z

Zebra-

[rainmustfallts4]

Life in Bloom🌸 #5

⊶⊰Information⊱⊷ ⊶⊰From the Beginning⊱⊷ ⊶⊰Latest⊱⊷ ⊶⊰Gen 1⊱⊷ ⊶⊰Index⊱⊷

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They had a don’t wake the llama table and I thought it would be cute to have them play together!

Wow, she’s so confident that she’s not even looking. I hope that won’t be your downfall!

Eat it up now, girl, Shiro is gonna win!

I TOLD YOU hahaha she lost

“Did I do tha~t?” (bonus points if you’re old enough to get that reference)

Man, these new date modes are kinda hard to gold. Feels like they take a lot more effort to complete and I don’t think I’ve gotten gold a single time.

😮 First kiss! Is it true love?

Since Begonia’s are our (read: my) favorite flower in the game, Shiro gave her one as a gift to celebrate the date.

She looks happy about it, right?

But nooooo! Who cares that he slaved for days to grow and nurture the plant! Who cares that he practically gave her his heart by offering a flower he grew himself! Summer, don’t test me, woman.

Despite her rudeness, he was still pretty happy about how the date went.

AND he got promoted!

Wait a minute… “#1 mom wall decal”? Are only moms allowed to be gardeners??

Can someone please explain… how the feck a TREE is a #1 mom decal…

Is it like a plant mom or something?? I mulled over this mystery for far too long and my brain was not happy.

Here is the bear he got from his date. I only just noticed the hearts in his ears, how cute c: IT’S NOT PINK!

Being the good guy he is (someone who APPRECIATES gifts) he told her she should follow her dreams and give a new career a shot. Let’s see how this goes.