#cdtt

[bluepallilworld]

hey, I thought I'd do a lil' thing to celebrate the end of my fic Come Down That Tree! (findable on @come-down-that-tree)

Soooo, here's a lil' Draw This In Your Style!

No prizes, no deadlines, you do it if you want to whenever you want to I am merely offering the possibility uwu

You can color properly if you want as well, change the background or tweak some details ;3

Dream and Nightmare belong to jokublog Geno belongs to loverofpiggies

[bluepallilworld]

I knew you'd do the last day! :D

The sun is shining ✧ Epilogue

Nightmare by jokublog

Geno by loverofpiggies

Aftermare Week & Vivid by @bluepallilworld

[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 6:  I candy-cane do it, no problem!

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The sun shined through the branches, weaving light patterns into the fabric of the blanket. Berlingot’s eyes followed the moving curves of the pierced shadow from his spot, curled up around two cushions.

He spent a while talking with Orchid about their experiments results before sleeping and now exhaustion clinged to him.

Getting up seemed like an impossible task.

Marianne left long before he woke and he considered waiting for him in this very position. Hopefully, his brother would come around midday and he wouldn’t be left to rot until night.

A leaf twirled by and continued dancing further down the hill, under the authoritarian fingers of the wind.

His left foot twitched.

Or.

He could attempt to contact Orchid again, maybe try to coax out some answers out of the stranger ? Stranger was certainly the word… The faceless words weren’t giving him much to work with but the more they conversed, the more oddities kept piling up.

Who was Orchid ? What was Orchid ? Where was Orchid ? What was hiding Orchid ? 

Many questions without answers, yet.

He took the time to do Orchid’s experiments, surely it was only fair he got to experiment some as well.

On these thoughts, Berlingot stretched his body until his fingers brushed against the diary’s cover and turned around to get in a position better suited to write.

A few pages were turned and he settled to start a new discussion.

With what pen ? 

Grumbling, the guardian removed a shoe and felt the ground with his toes until he bumped against his pen and, in a very swift way if he dared to say, made it jump right into his hand.

With the pen successfully retrieved, he concentrated once again on his task. : see what he could gather about his pen pal without getting a "don’t worry ‘bout it" in answer to his inquiries.

"Hi there ! Would you like to play a game ?"

The answer was startling fast.

"What do you have in mind ?"

Berlingot thumped his legs against the ground, relishing in the feeling of the fluff parts of his pants hitting the surface. That was going to be fun !

"What about 21 questions ?"

"21 ? Isn’t it "20 questions" usually ?"

"Not this version."

"What are the rules… ?"

"We ask a question turn by turn and if you don’t want to answer, you have a penalty!"

"What ‘bout the 21st ???"

"The one who answered the most gets to choose the last but we both need to answer it."

"Uh."

"Is that a « yes, absolutely, it’s a fantastic idea » or a «when are we starting this awesome game ?"

He, for sure, was glad the other could not see how big he was smiling at the idea of playing this game with someone (other than Marianne).

"I… guess I don’t have anything betta to do ?"

"Betta ?"

"Better. Also didn’t we already kinda did that already… I mean asking and answering questions of each other."

"It is not the same, this is a game !"

And before anything else could be added, he furiously scribbled again.

"I’m starting ! It is my game after all. No lying and cheating obviously.

1-You mentioned a brother, what is his name ?"

"Pass."

Berlingot frowned, was that that hard of a question ? Oh, well.

"Starting from now, you are banned from using the first person, you must only talk using the 3rd singular !"

He giggled, how proud of this one he was !

"He doesn’t like it but he will obey his majesty’s rules."

So it was a he ! Progress !

"2- Orchid would like to know what time it is for you ?"

Why would he ask that ? His hand twisted and made the pen a few times before he stared at the sun and answered.

"Midday will be here in less than two hours, I think. 

3-Are you a furry monster ?"

"Quite the contrary, I don he doesn’t even have skin on his bones. However this monster has a funny bone !"

So he was a monster, a bony one ? Or was that an exaggeration ? How were the odds there were close in appearance if not in nature.

"4-Why the name Berlingot ? Is it your birth name or did you choose ?"

Berlingot’s tip of his thumb gripped the paper hard enough to break.

"I will pass this one."

"Time to write with your other hand !"

A small doodle of what he thought was a smiley face was added to the words. Just a circle with two dots and a curve and a small inverted v in the middle. It was a skeleton face!

Berlingot absent-mindely switched writing hand as the gears turned fast.

"What a pity I’m ambidextrous, isn’t it ?"

And that was the truth ! He only wrote slightly less well on the right side.

"Shucks"

"I will not ask what you meant, I think I got the gist of it. 5-Do you have a favorite color ?"

"I do. AH ! Gotcha."

"Well played but you forgot your penalty, dear companion."

And he traced a small face next to it, winking.

" …He does. 6-Are you a skeleton monster as well ?"

So he guessed right, Orchid was a skeleton monster. He idly wondered about if the fact he was a guardian spirit and the other was a monster gave them clear distinctive appearance features. Skeleton monsters were rare and none were living in the village so far. His thoughts turned and curled for a minute before he answered.

"That is a half-yes, here."

"How could it be half ? Which half ? It was a very yes or no question ? Tell him."

"I am skeleton-shaped, at least. However, sir, that is no longer your turn ! 7-Are orchids your favorite flowers ?"

"You lost him there but he will leave that alone for a moment. Yes and no, he does like them a lot but he will always keep a certain fondness for echo flowers, especially the few mutated ones who echoe weirdly or are a shade darker. If you find one in a patch of flowers, deems you lucky, the mutation’s causes are still a mystery and it occurs rarely."

"I do not know what echo flowers are..."

"I… see. 8-Do you have a favorite flower beside your apple’ magic ones ?"

"Maybe daisies ?"

And like the two continued their chit-chat, not many questions were avoided but it became clear that neither fully wanted to share their private life to the other. Or specifically, Orchid seemed to avoid questions on his very situation and family and Berlingot wasn’t quite eager to elaborate on some parts of his daily life as well.

The last question came as a relief, somehow.

They argued on who answered the most for a hot minute but Berlingot won the honor (as it should).

Writing the question took him longer than it would usually, given he was writing using his feet, going from right to left and switching all « r » to « w ».

"Do you want to be fwiends ?"

And to that, answered the other, carefully writing his sentence in the shape of a flower and capitalizing every word (as per his lost) :

"He Would Like To. What About You ?"

"I would not mind as well."

End of chapter 6! Go to chapter 7?

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog Berlingot and Orchid belong to me

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont

[come-down-that-tree]

Prologue Previous

Come Down That Tree! (An aftermare story)

Epilogue

Deep inside a forest, if you follow a thin river south for a while, you may fall on rocks positioned in special ways, creating zones for different uses.

If you walk through bushes and trees, following a path that was paved by feet over years of walking on the dirt, you may find a circular clearing with a young tree bearing peculiar fruits, a strawberry plant with a barrier surrounding it and one old wooden house.

And there, you may encounter a family of four, happily living their day isolated from most of the world.

Not that they did not engage with people once in a while.

In fact they often exchanged goods and services with traveling merchants that had the habit of setting up their camp just outside that particular forest.

They came carrying foreign objects and exotic food and stories that sounded like made up legends that animated talks around the fire during long nights of rest before they all scattered again to do their job.

“Did you hear about the village in the east, the one just 4 days away if you walk fast?” one would whisper over shared drinks and salted meat.

“That one? Someone told me an ancient evil burned their joy away and stole their knowledge for the faes. No business to have there, they’re barelly capable of living without someone holding their hand.” would answer another.

“I heard it was a punishment for chasing out the queen of the fireflies, she was noisy and they threw her out!” would add a third.

“So many people left the place, it made room for ghosts and if you stand under the moonlight you may have the honor of watching their monarchs dancing together around a fountain made of stone so white you can go blind from just watching it,” would exclaim the last one.

And then they would turn their heads to their guests, the two of them, sometimes one, never the three at the same time, and ask “you, who live not so far away, do you know which is true?”

One would answer a different one each time.

The second would smile politely and divert the conversation.

The last one would argue they all were wrong and tell a tale that was so preposterous that the travelers would all laugh so hard, some would always fall from their seats from the sheer absurdity.

And after, they would part ways, without ceremony, confident they would see the residents again, next time they roamed in the region.

And the family would go back home, sort their newly acquired supplies and go to sleep.

During the day, shouts and laughter sometimes tore apart the tranquility of the wood, disturbing the wild life who despite the ruckus stayed close.

One particular shout could be heard at any hour. Be it day, be it night. It seemed that it was used at least once a day and bore no real effectiveness on the matter it addressed.

Open your ear and you might hear it.

Here it is.

“VIVID! COME DOWN THAT TREE!”

The true end-

@dragon-tamer-1 @shinechermont <3

mmmmm Here it is... CDTT ends here...

I, uh, dunno how to feel about it XDc

I posted the prologue the 3rd of june 2021, 3 years ago.

But if we go by when I first wrote the whole plot (and posted it, there was no surprise for who was around and read it at the time XDc), it was in february of this same year I went down the rabbit hole (with some great company ;3).

And if we talk about the day I got interested by the ship? The 31st of january 2021 because of one ask from Cyan anon (everybody claps for Cyan without this fic would not have existed). I was not even supposed to be online XDc I was on a study hiatus but I kinda broke it down to talk about the rarepair pfffft uwu

My reason I latched that hard on the ship? I feel like it's a chill one and I liked that. They're quiet and just vibing for me.

I'm not much of a ship person in fact, contrary to some of my online friends (simps all of you), a story only focusing on romance tend to bore me so writing a shipfic? A challenge.

I also never finished a longfic before. Be it original of fanfic.

Only one-shots or short stuff (3-4 chaps) have been ended somewhat properly.

The doc containing CDTT is 112 pages long, removing the summary and other worldbuilding stuff would only shrink it down to like 110.

I think that's pretty big.

Not huge, I've seen far longer.

But big.

I would not have managed that without you all' comments and tags pushing me forward.

So, truly, thank you for reading :D

(special thanks to AC and Drag')

Goodbye (for now)

[turkmenogluavm]

Niyazi Türkmenoğlu Anadolu Lisesi'da https://www.instagram.com/p/Cdtt-p8LJ3d/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[bluepallilworld]

awww the cuties <333

My entry to @bluepallilworld/ @come-down-that-tree's dtiys ;3

Geno by loverofpiggies

Nightmare and Dream by jokublog

Come Down That Tree by bluepallilworld

[willcarrollart]

Happy Mother’s Day. Marge tryin to make a 4th kid?! My sketchbook is worser than a prisons browser history. #wc #art #drawing #sketch #digitalart #procreate #sketchbook #simpsons #marge #princessleia #starwars #mothersday (at Colorado Springs, Colorado) https://www.instagram.com/p/CdTT-XIuGXl/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[jesus-king-oficial]

Oi Flávia, ⁣ ⁣ Minha filha, o meu desejo pra você nesse dia, é que você saiba que eu sou um esconderijo nos dias maus, que em mim há descanso. Eu sei que você está cansada e que muitas vezes pensa em jogar tudo para o alto, mas aquiete sua alma, ouça minha voz, fica pertinho, não te fiz para que você se sinta só. Ouça a minha voz, ela é a voz que realmente importa. ⁣ Admita suas fraquezas, confesse no secreto quem você é, se lance diante de mim. ⁣ ⁣ Eu continuo no controle de tudo, não fuja da minha vontade para você, eu estarei sempre ao seu lado. Não volte atrás, se firme no meu amor, se joga sem medidas sobre ele. As muitas águas não poderão levar você, eu jamais deixarei com que isso aconteça, apenas confie, eu estou no seu barco, e eu te asseguro que não importa como tudo esteja difícil, mas eu sempre enxugarei todas as suas lágrimas. ⁣ ⁣ Sinta o meu abraço enquanto cada palavra é lida, sinta o meu amor, pois elas transbordam em abundância todo o meu cuidado.⁣ ⁣ Amo você minha princesa, ⁣ ⁣ Ass: Jesus. Créditos: @cartasdoproprioamor https://www.instagram.com/p/CDTT-3WDDJR/?igshid=v11a28ggi5nn

[bluepallilworld]

Awwww you chose the fluff moment

I request you to draw your favorite moment so far in Come Down That Tree! :3

Here you go! This was my favorite moment in the story, in chapter 6, part of it here:

It is just so cute and a calm place in the story.

[bluepallilworld]

Lil' announce for the few who read my fanfic, Come Down That Tree! :

Since we're reaching the end

2 chapters and the epilogue

those are going to be scheduled!

For the next 3 weeks, one chapter (or the epilogue) will drop on saturday :D

So stay tuned for the next chapter saturday, available on @come-down-that-tree or the saturday after on my ao3 ^^

Dreamtale, Nightmare and Dream belong to jokublog Geno!Sans to loverofpiggies

[zu-is-here]

AC told me the trout in cdtt was my self-insert

-bulle

Literally troutself (≧∀≦)☆

[shinechermont]

AC YOU SURE YOU WANT ME ON A BABY FRENZY???

I'm currently writing the last chaper (before epilogue) of cdtt

YES

[bluepallilworld]

Uh

I did not know you could see that ouo

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[sleeping-diary-the-fic]

Hehehehe

Sleeping diary (a pink aftermare story)

Chapter 3: Are you orchidding me?

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WHAT!?? What was happening !?? He was 100% sure he didn't write that word glaring at him? The fresh glittery purple ink laid on his notebook was driving him crazy! 

He put down the offending notebook and harshly ran his hands over his eye sockets.

Whyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy? 

Who wrote that?

He had been holding the thing the whole time? 

The monster closed and opened the notebook a few times, just to be sure. Yep, it was still there. He approached his face as close as possible to observe the words, his bone nose almost brushing against the paper. 

Was he hallucinating? Had he somehow written that and just… forgotten? A tremor ran through his entire body as he tried to understand what was happening. He was alone. Fact one. There were words on his notebook he didn’t remember writing. Fact two.

Two facts. That were actively contradicting the other! 

He wanted to scream.

He did scream.

Advantage to being (mostly) alone in a black void. Nobody could care about how loud you were or if you were eating your footwear. What one individual could do when boredom was gnawing at their mind was rarely anything very smart.

Bugs were buzzing through his mind as he rotated the small facts around in his mind. He couldn’t go crazy!!! 

Do you mean he went through the entirety of his villain arc mostly lucid and it was when he finally let go of his disturbingly morbid plan that he finally lost the last marbles rolling around in his skull?

The sigh that resonated in the dark emptiness would have been strong enough to destroy an entire town of little wooden houses.

Enough. Enough. The monster held onto his slippers and clapped them together, brutishly. The pink fuzzy cat-shaped things scrunched together before returning to their original state.

Was the motion enough to ground him? He wasn’t sure.

How could someone be grounded in a “groundless” space like this one? He chuckled as he struck what was the closest thing to a ground here. Focusing on the strange sensation, he tried to let the anxiety and panic flow out of his weary bones.

He could barely feel it.

No temperature.

No harsh texture.

It was a bit like water, maybe more like mud. He could barely push his hand against it while using strength but if he just let his hand rest gently on it… It would slightly sink. That was it. It was the dizzying sensation of constantly sinking.

But everything went down with him at the same time. A sinking ship. Forever dry despite the liquid lapping at its sides. 

Slowly, slowly going down.

Never up.

The void was a weird thing, changing, always. What was true one second could be wrong the next instant. It used to grind him but he adapted. 

The save screen protected him from the rest of the place. If one could call that a place. The energy coming out of the star runned under the surface, like roots or fish. It did not go far before fading however. He tended to be very wary of the limits of the “safe” zone in general. The skeleton picked at his clothes, removing his jacket and messing with the hem.

There.

Calm.

Rhodiola. Hawthorn. Lemon balm. St. John's wort. Passion flower.

Good.

Picture the plant. 

Small. White. Leaves. Yellow. Weird.

Think about the smell.

Strong chemicals. Spicy. Minty lemon. Mild. Sweet tropical.

Good.

The monster fidgeted for a few more minutes before finally feeling his mind slow down.

He was NOT having a crisis over some stupid words in a glitter pen on his freshly improved notebook.

Where did he put that abomination?

A single glance sufficed to show him where the object was. At arm lance. Right where he left it.

The item was opened once again and laid out in front of him. The glaring “hello?” was still there. He was tempted to push that whole situation aside for after his nap. But he was rational, no way he was going to sleep now.

So he did the only thing he could think of in his still slightly dazed state.

He picked up his own pen and wrote on the paper:

“Who are you?”

And waited.

Long enough to start feeling stupid about the whole ordeal.

But his patience was rewarded when letters inscribed themselves onto the paper under his very eyes. It was a bit surreal to watch.

First a “B”. The letter was written fancily, albeit a bit shakily… “e”…”r”…”l”…”i”…”n”…”g”…”o”…”t”.

Then a question.

“And you?”

Berlingot? Wasn’t that the name of some sweet or something like that? Did a pastry decide to haunt his notebook or something? Sure, why not!It was not as if his life could get any weirder after all!

The monster once again ranted aloud. 

Very loudly.

Now what to do? Should he answer the ghost pastry? What should he even answer? 

A genocidal monster? His name, that thing that he couldn’t recognize himself in anymore? The truth…?

He didn’t know anymore. Who was he? How could such a simple question have such a complicated answer…

He knew who he had been. But, now, who was he? An echo of the past? Lost in this nowhere place? A confused piece of a soul?

He glared at the notebook, how dare thee!

Noticing “Berlingot” added something to the page, he greedily gripped onto the book in the vain hope of distracting himself from those spiraling thoughts.

“You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to! I just wanted to have something to call you, you know?”

Something to call him? Something to call…

Maybe he could do that. The monster played with his scarf, pulling it tighter then looser and repeating the movement, deep in thoughts.

Like a nickname? It put less pressure on him for sure. He didn’t have to be perfectly suited for the truth. How does one decide on a nickname? It could be something derived from his birth name?  Ew, no. No “Sansy” here. Or something that came from a remarkable experience? Well, it was how he ended up with “Geno” so let’s look for another nicknaming protocol. It could also be something he liked a lot? 

He let go of his scarf to flip through the older pages of his notebook. What did he like? Napping? 

Fear the terrible “napmaster”!

He stood serious for a second before dissolving into uncontrollable giggles. No, no, not that. Too close to "legendary fartmaster" anyway. He didn't want to have such a reminder in his "name".

What to choose? What to choose?

His fingers touched the bruised pages again. What about…?

He flipped to the very first page and stared at it.

He went back to the newest page after what felt like hours worth of hesitation and carefully wrote:

"You may call me Orchid then."

End of chapter 3! Go to chapter 4?

*******************************************************

Dreamtale belongs to @/jokublog

Aftertale belongs to @/loverofpiggies

Berlingot and Orchid belong to me

@dragon-tamer-1

@shinechermont

@yuriyuruandyuraart (Marianne isn't there but I thought you'd like to know how the story's going)

surpriiiiise!

[piusolbiate]

Elena continuerà a prendersi cura delle persone

"La tecnologia all'avanguardia, quella che nasce dalla ricerca alla quale Elena Mendicino credeva tantissimo. Ma anche l'umanità che passa dallo sguardo e dall'ascolto: la nuova sala Tac del San Carlo Diagnostic Cdtt di Busto Arsizio da oggi porta il nome e il volto della coordinatrice delle risorse umane, scomparsa lo scorso dicembre. Elena continuerà a prendersi cura delle persone: quelle che entreranno nello spazio a sottoporsi all'esame, saranno accolte dal sorriso che splende dalla fotografia. Leggeranno il suo nome, chiederanno magari e sapranno che era una donna speciale, sempre attenta agli altri".

https://www.informazioneonline.it/2022/09/24/leggi-notizia/argomenti/busto-1/articolo/video-e-foto-nella-nuova-sala-tac-con-il-sorriso-di-elena.html

[jeffquiros]

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