#funky plant names

[mightbesmall]

Their Fae Bestfriend: How you met

Genre: Fluff

Characters: Heartslabyul version plus a bonus character at the end.

Warnings: Plant based nicknames, most likely ooc.

Summary: You are their Fae bestie, you have seen it all being old and all but what if you met some very…interesting people!

Additional note: I was taking a nap and my eyes flew open, probably looked like a gremlin, and I yelled “I have an idea!” Please help my dad yelled at me😢 Anyways this will be part 1 of 2, how you met and then there will be little headcanons on your relationship in part 2!

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Ace

He was in the Botanical gardens, looking tools for those chestnuts when he found…someone… laying down next to a flower bed. Usually he’d ignore people when he doesn’t feel like being a jerk but they were holding a pair of clippings, he could use those! 

He decided to just carefully.. carefully… pry them from the strangers hands… almost there…

A hand gripping his wrist sent shocks all over his body. ‘Huh?!’ A single eye opened and just stared at him. 

…

…

…

How awkward. Thankfully the stranger, who he now acknowledges to be a fae shit is he going to die, let go of his wrist before sitting up properly. They seemed to be staring into his soul, it was creepy..

”Mh, you are odd.” They said. Odd?! Him!

”Excuse me but you were the one staring into my soul!” He retaliated because of course- they just smiled at him. Weirdo.

”What’s your name?” 

“I’m not answering that until you give me yours!” It probably wasn’t a good idea to have this attitude with someone who could fold him like a beach chair but he’s on a tight schedule trying to get this collar off so really he doesn’t care all that much right now.

”My my, you are amusing! My name is…” They replied with a mischievous glint in their eyes.

”Huh that’s a weird name. I guess I’ll introduce myself, the names Ace.” 

“It’s lovely to meet you Ace.”

Deuce

Deuce was running late, he got up early and decided to gather ingredients for the project in potionoligy that was due in a couple of hours because he procrastinates like that but he got distracted and missed the first bell so is now running like his life depended on it and- 

And he just slammed into another student! Not to mention his ingredients are falling in slow motion, at least it looks that way. Is this going to be another egg situation?

A hand shot out.

”You should look we’re you are going.” A voice sounded out, he looked up only to see the student he probably slammed into standing before him, ingredients in hand. They were a fae.. and a third year by the looks of it… shit!

He backflipped onto his feet before proceeding to slam his forehead into the ground yelling “I AM SO SORRY I BUMPED INTO YOU SENPAI!!” Honestly if they weren’t used to Sebek yelling, they would’ve gone death. 

“Eh? Please raise your head, you’ll get a headache otherwise.” 

Deuce raised from his position and turned into a board, he was so stiff. 

“You don’t need to look so rigid either Hyacinth.” They said with a small smile. Hyacinth? What’s with that name?

”Uh- Hya-Hyacith uhm wait no, Hyacinth?” He struggled to pronounce the weird nickname he was given.

”Yes you are small and blue like a Hyacinth! They also are associated with spring and rebirth!” They said with a little dorky smile that he almost forgot that they were a tall, fae upperclassman. 

“O-oh tha-that’s interesting!” He replied, inwardly cursing himself for stuttering. To his surprise they just chuckled.

”Heheh.. no need to be so afraid Hyacinth. Now let us introduce ourselves yeah? I’m…” They stuck a hand out to which Deuce shakily held.

”My name’s Deuce Spade. It’s nice to meet you!” They shook his hand with a close-eyed smile.

”Wonderful to meet you Hyacinth!”

Cater

Cater was out for a walk, the sky was so pretty and totally Magicam worthy! So he obviously took a selfie, he positioned his phone so you could see the golden sky, him of course and the gorgeous apple tree. He threw up a peace sign with an aesthetically pleasing grin. After reviewing it, he deduced that he looked great as always and the background was fabulous! 

"And posted! #GoldenHour #NoFilter!" He was quite content with that post, seeing the like button getting spammed.

"Well I can agree with that." 

"Gwah!" He almost dropped his phone from that jumpscare. Whipping his head in the direction the voice came from he saw a classmate of his.

"Hehe... did I scare you?" They had a cute grin on their face.

"OMS, you are tots adorbs!" He was gushing! So cute!! They only blinked before laughing, it was pleasant to listen to. 

"You are a bold one huh? I'm.... a first year." The fae introduced themself. Cater beamed,

"Cater Diamond, a first year of Heartslabyul!" He shook their hand.

"It's lovely to meet you Cater!"

Trey

He was humming a tune whilst making pasties for upcoming unbirthday party. He then turned around only to jump from being face to face with the fae first year.

"Hello!" They waved with a closed-eye smile. Trey cleared his throat before replying.

"Ah yes, hello." They opened their eyes and looked around him, at the pastries. 

"Ooh, what are you making?" They asked with childlike wonder as if they weren't centuries years old. Nonetheless, Trey only shook his head and chuckled, they reminded him of his younger siblings.

"These are the pastries for the unbirthday party." He explained, enjoying the way their face lit up. It was like they haven't spoken to someone yet, though he supposes they haven't due to the fleeting rumours he's heard. 

"Can I help? Lilia-san taught me how to cook!" Yeah, they weren't the scary, brooding fae from those rumours.

"I don't see why not." He replied with a shrug, unaware of the severe consequences. 

"Nice! My name is... by the way." 

"Trey Clover, a second year." They smiled up to him.

"Pleasure to meet you Trey!"

Riddle

It was odd. Not only did he have Floyd following him but a classmate of his started taking an interest in him as well.

"Hello Rosebud! How are you this morning? I also heard you got promoted to Housewarden, congratulations." They said in one breath, impressive to be honest.

"I'm fine [Surname], can you please stop calling me that... and yes I got the title of Housewarden." He replied curtly. He really didn't want to speak to them at all but their insistence was making it hard.

"Hehe~ no can do Rosebud! But I am glad you're well." They said sincerely, it almost made Riddle feel...warm...

"Hmm, heyy Rosebud?" They asked after a brief blanket of silence. Of course he couldn't get any silence with them around. He sighed.

"Yes?"

"Would you like to have an afternoon tea with me?" They asked with a welcoming and warm smile. Well when they look at him like that how can he refuse? (NO! He does NOT enjoy their company.)

"Fine but the Queen of Hearts' rule number-"

"Yes yes, I remember Rosebud. I'll have the right tea for you." They smoothly cut him off. He only huffed and didn't take their head surprisingly. 

"Good. At least someone remembers the rules." He said curtly with an inclined head. They only chuckled.

"I look forward to your visit, Rosebud."

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"Ohhhh Mozuuusss~" Ah, them again. This fae won't stop following him around since they found out he taught them History of Magic. They were rather headache inducing.

"Please leave me alone." He lost count how many times he has said that to them but he knows it started somewhere in his youth.

"Kehehehee~ My answer never changes Mozus!" They replied, now standing in front of his desk. The man just sighed, running a hand through his greying hair.

"Why do you still insist on following me?" He asked exasperated. They replied without missing a beat.

"You are just so amusing that I can't help but want to tease you!"

[piers-official]

I learned somethin' really wicked today!

I was talkin' to Milo while he was out gardenin' and I was curious if there was any such thing as rock plant ('sides coral) and apparently there's these cool looking succulents that look like rocks!

Check it out!

They're called Lithops! And there's SO many different colors too!

the flowers are kinda pretty too~

Man, if there was better sunlight in Spikemuth, I think I'd like t'try takin' care of some of these...

[doriansbutt]

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[felidthing]

as i typed that post i decided i definitely like clover the best. still might not choose that one but im definitely doing a flower or plant name

[mental-breakdown-machine]

You'll have to excuse the shitty lighting and also the weird green paint. I moved these into the kitchen to water and was too lazy to move them back for better photos.

I thought I'd post photos and talk about the plants that I was talking about in those other 2 asks a couple days ago.

I don't actually know the name of this plant. This is the really weird funky looking plant that I've had for about 4-ish years.

I got it from Walmart around Christmas time I think, it was very short and had very nice white flowers. It went outside for a brief bit because I thought it died after it was done flowering (clearly it did not) it's gotten very tall and you can kinda see in the photo it's being propped up by an unbroken pair of chopsticks. I really gotta get a different stake for it tho.

Amazing and easy to care for plant. looks nice and grows fast. 9/10

Disocactus anguliger or Fishbone cactus is probably one of my favourite plants I own because it looks very weird. That is usually the driving point of every plant I buy but this one took me like half a year to find.

This one is only about 2(?) years old. As they age and grow Fishbone cacti tend to droop downward, lending it an even more wild look and also making it a good plant if you want to put it in a hanging basket.

Mine is looking particularly strange as it's growing aerial roots right now which could be for two reasons: 1, It's looking for something to climb and latch onto (weird I know, I'll explain in a sec) anyway that's likely.

2, many tropical plants like the Fishbone cactus developed aerial roots to find more water (very likely).

The Fishbone cactus is a tropical plant which means that it requires a lot more water than you would usually give a cactus, mix that with it being a very dry and cold season and me forgetting to water it, it makes sense for the aerial roots to be there.

Final rating 8/10 The plant looks very nice, but may be harder to take care of if you often forget to water your plants as the soil needs to stay at least a little wet.

Dracaena trifasciata or mother in law's tongue? I just call it my snake plant because it is.

This is my oldest plant. I've had it for about 6 years and while I accidentally said it's about 4 feet tall it only about 3 and a half feet tall.

What I love about snake plants is that they require such low levels of light and water it's easy to just forget on a shelf. And if you do forget it, unless it's been a very very long time there's nearly no consequences. I do believe this is the first time I've watered this one in a month.

These plants are definitely my number 1 recommendation to people who haven't taken care of a plant before.

There are actually many different kinds of snake plants. The one I have is probably the most common, but they come in all sorts of shapes and sizes, including one (Dracaena masoniana) that I kid you not looks like 1 giant leaf growing out of a pot. I want one desperately.

The care for snake plants are very easy and basically are: 1, keep in indirect light (and no light for a bit but don't forget to bring it out to the sun once in a while) water only when the leafs are bendy and kind of soft to the touch (the soil should be completely dry) and that's pretty much it! This is one of my favourite plants just for how easy it is to take care of!

rating is a 10/10 because it is just so easy to care for and is quite showy when the plant is more full and not the size of a toddler.

uh anyway thanks for coming to my TED talk?

[spasmoticchainsaw]

Why he ourple

[jeoncasino]

Prospects

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Tired of life and all it had to bring for you, things take a turn when you find out two of your friends start to take a liking to you. With newfound emotions and a whole lot of drama, what happens when they start competing for your love?

Pairings: JJK x fem! reader [x KNJ]

Genre: college au, love triangle, friends to lovers, fluff, angst, slow burn, eventual smut.

Tags: rich! jjk, law student! jjk, dark hair! jjk, sweet! jjk, jealous! jjk, needy! jjk, obsessed! jjk, but also dom! jjk, slightly toxic! jjk, english major! knj, boy bsf! knj, co-worker! knj, husband material! knj, brown hair! knj, sweet! knj, jealous! knj, sad knj:(, pet names, everything’s so complicated and everyone’s in denial, jk's love language is physical touch and acts of service, jk has mommy issues so he's too attached to oc, joonie is so sweet i feel bad for him, gguk will try everything in his power to make oc his, ggukkie lowkey hates joonie lol, this is an actual slow burn yay!

Warnings: mentions of drug use.

⋆ †₊ Series Masterlist

Minors do not interact.

Smoke surrounds you. For a moment, the noises and lights from the party, once a chaotic blend, seperate distinctly. Each sound creates its own frequency, each beam of light cutting through the haze in sharp lines. Everything around you slows down, the moment captivating you in a trance that would otherwise not been achieved without smoking a certain plant.

Elaine, your best friend, who was sitting to your left, seems to be talking to you. You can't quite grasp what she's saying, but she leaves shortly afterward, leaving you alone in the beautiful backyard of this otherwise dirty frat house. You really were avoiding going inside—the floors were sticky, and it smells funky. Honestly, you didn’t even want to be there. Frat parties aren’t your thing. But Elaine, in apparent need of de-stressing (though later confessing she just wanted to see her latest infatuation, Zia), had dragged you out on a Thursday night. You thought about getting mad and leaving, but she’s your best friend—and every guy here looks like they’d spike her drink—so you stayed. Plus, she bought you a blunt, so it evened out.

As you gazed at the dark-glowing canvas of the night sky, you felt a presence beside you. Skeptically, you glanced to your right, only to find a man staring at you. You jumped.

“Oh my god?” you gasp, eyes wide, hand over your heart.

The guy laughs, clearly amused by your reacton. Trying to figure him out, you took a look at him. He wore a loose white shirt and baggy jeans. Dark hair framed his face. Two rings pierced the right side of his mouth, his right arm covered in tattoos. Honestly, you felt intimidated—frat parties drew all kinds of people, you know? But when you finally met his eyes, the softness of his gaze made him seem far more approachable then you originally thought.

“Will you quit staring?” He teased.

Your cheeks burned. “Oh please, I’m on drugs,” you muttered, looking away, “Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Oh, I know. Thought I’d join you on your trip.”

Confused, and extremely thirsty, you asked, “Who are you?”

“Seriously?” He replied, somewhat annoyed. “Jeon Jeongguk. We share a class—U.S History with Mrs. Webster,” He paused, anticipating an answer. He met silence. “No?”

You sighed. “Look, I’m sorry, but I’m too high to remember anyone from that class.” Thinking it over, you added, “Seriously, though, I don’t think I’ve ever talked to you.”

And that’s because you hadn’t. Jeongguk, though quite popular, found himself completely partner-less tonight. He didn’t like being alone, so when he spotted you, high and alone, he thought he’d try his usual trick with you—pretending he knew you from somewhere. It usually worked.

Not today though. At your response, he was utterly offended. Did you seriously not know who the Jeon Jeongguk was? Even he recognized you—the sharing a class part not being a lie—so it made no sense. Although, he didn’t know your name either, so maybe you did know him, just not his name, and the drugs are clouding him from your memory.

Yeah, he thought, it’s definitely the drugs. “Did you know marijuana causes memory issues?”

You snorted. “Just say you’re offended.”

He shrugged. “What’s got you all alone out here?”

“My horny friend, I guess.” You turn to face him. “You?”

“I was taught to never leave a pretty girl like you alone,”

“Okay, Mr. Charming, please be serious.”

He laughed. “My friends ditched me too.”

“Hm,” You didn’t know what else to say. Usually, you were good at small talk, but you were literally in cloud nine and too thirsty to properly think. “Do you mind getting me some water? I’ve got cotton mouth and don’t want to go inside.”

“It smells wierd doesn’t it?” He scrunched his nose as he replied. You nodded. “I’ll be right back.”

Many chit-chat’s and half a bottle of wine later—Jeongguk found it somewhere in the frat—you both bid goodbye with teary eyes and warm embraces, somehow convinced you’d never see each other again after this party. Both of you not letting go, Elaine and his friends have to literally pry you guys apart, causing everyone to fall comically like dominoes.

Attempting to open your eyes you rubbed them, immediately closing them as the morning sun assaults your vision. What even happened yesterday? Your head pounded, nausea swirled in your gut. You felt horrible. Trying to go back to sleep, you turned in your bed, feeling the dreaded build-up of saliva once you layed on your side. Uh-oh.

You rushed to your bathroom just in time.

“Elaine?” you half-yelled, wiping your mouth with your hand muffling your voice.

No response. You stumble out of your room and head for the kitchen. There, your find an already-ready best friend cooking god-knows-what.

Looking up at you, she said, “Good morning, Mrs. Jeon,” her tone dripping with mockery.

“What? Mrs. Jeon?” Confused, you try to piece together last night’s events, but it’s no use. Panicking, you exclaimed, “Oh my God, Elaine, what happened yesterday?!”

She looked at you unimpressed. “Oh, nothing much. Just that you and Jeongguk were all over each other yesterday!”

“Jeon who?” You asked.

“Be so serious right now,” She couldn’t believe you. “Y/n, he’s like, super well-known around campus. Rich as hell and a jerk.” She added, “Cheated on Jayla, rejected me when you bet me to hit on him for five dollars.” Elaine huffed with her arms crossed.

Recalling how hilarious that day was, you laughed so hard your headache worsened tenfold. “I might die if I keep laughing,” you stuttered, gripping the kitchen counter for dear life. “Is that why you don’t like him?”

“This isn’t funny! You guys made fools of yourselves last night. I genuinely thought he laced your drink.”

Drink. The word triggers flashes of last night—Jeongguk approaching you, him bringing you water, a bottle of wine somehow appearing in your hands. Blood drained from your face as you remembered how you parted ways—throwing yourself into his arms, him not letting go, literally shedding tears as Elaine dragged you out of the frat’s backyard.

You’ll make sure to never drink again after this.

“Elaine, did I really—”

“Yes, Y/n, you did! Do you know how embarrassing that was? Don’t even get me started on the reputation you just gained yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

“All his closest friends were there,” she said, serving her plate with freshly cooked eggs. “They thought you guys fucked or something.”

“Ew?”

“Did you really?” The question almost offended you.

“Stop! God, no, obviously not,” you shuddered. “Just because we hugged?”

“No, because Jeon fucks everything he touches,” she replies matter-of-factly. “He also got a little possessive, he wouldn’t let go.”

“Of me?”

“Yeah, we all fell to the ground because y’all wouldn’t budge. My biceps are sore, no joke.”

You slumped against the counter, hiding your face in disbelief. “Wait so, now people think I’m easy?”

“Yes. Now let’s just hope the rumor didn’t spread outside the frats,” she said, walking out of the kitchen with her plate full of eggs. “People were watching, you know? I almost left you there with that whore. Anyway, you better get ready—your first class starts in 20.”

You sprint to your room.

“Thanks for saving me a spot.”

Namjoon lifted his backpack from the seat next to him as you slid into it, placing your own bag on the floor.

“No worries, buns,” he said, noticing your wet hair immediately. “Were you in a rush this morning?”

“Tell me about it,” you muttered, rubbing your temples.

“Did you have a night shift yesterday? I don’t recall scheduling you late this week.”

“No, it’s just that Elaine dragged me to this party and I—” You stopped yourself. Were you really going to expose your half-secret to Joonie out in the open? Nuh-uh. “I’m just so hungover. Let’s talk later. Focus on class.”

Although curious as to what happened last night that got you this flustered, Namjoon chose to not push the subject, both of you focusing now on whatever the professor was droning about.

You liked that he always walked you to class. Obviously if his class was far or if he got busy he wouldn’t, but for the most part he did. You found it chivalrous, a trait that most men nowadays lacked. That’s why you liked Namjoon—he was friendly but polite, not shy to ask about your personal life but never stepping any boundaries. Not to mention his other great qualities, like how intelligent or hard working he is. You both had gotten originally close through Yeyo’s café—he trained and guided you along the harsh path of being a first-time barista—and having worked most shifts together, you became each other’s favorite co-worker, mingling whenever and hanging outside of work at times. At these occasional dates, the both of you learnt you shared similar struggles, like not having anyone support you financially or having complicated relationships with your families. All these things made relating to him easier. He never failed to make you laugh or help you see the good in the bad, and for him you were grateful.

Now you’re here—two months later, at the same university—him walking you to class while you complained about the workload your professor just assigned.

“I mean is he kidding? Not everyone has free time like him. I’ve got work!”

“I think his wife’s divorcing him or something,”

You gasp. “Wait, really?”

“Yeah,” he chuckled at your reaction. “You know the professor’s assistant?”

“Oh, the one who wants you?” you teased with a grin, wiggling your eyebrows playfully.

Namjoon elbowed you gently. “Stop it,” he muttered. You laughed at his flustered expression.

“Anyway,” he continued, eager to change the subject, “the other day, I stayed after class to ask her for some extra points, but she got off track and started telling me all sorts of things about him.”

“Like what?” you asked, leaning into him with interest.

“Why do you sound excited?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Don’t act like you don’t indulge in professor drama,” you retorted, crossing your arms.

Namjoon chuckled. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

“I’m not mad,” you shot back, avoiding his gaze.

“Then why won’t you look at me?” he teased.

“Okay, fine! Just tell me what she said, please,” you pouted, grabbing onto his arm, feeling the firmness of his muscles. You knew that whenever you did this, he’d give in—like that one time at the fair when you’d been so thirsty you begged for a water bottle that cost him twenty bucks.

He sighed, giving in as expected. “Well, according to her, his wife wanted a Chanel bag, but the professor wouldn’t buy it for her. Then, she thought he was having an affair, so she looked through his things, but she found out he lied about how much money he’d inherited, so now she’s filing for divorce.”

“Gosh, I almost feel bad for him,” you said, the corners of your mouth lifting. “Almost.”

“Meanie,” Namjoon grinned and squeezed your nose.

“Hey! Stop, you’re—” About to punch him for ruining your makeup, he darted away as fast as he could.

“I’ll kill that motherfucker,” you muttered, opening the door of your next class.

“And I was like, are you dumb?” Elaine exclaimed through the phone.

After your last class, you decided you’d stop by the nurse’s office to get something that would soothe your headache, when you recieved a call from your best friend. Though spontaneous calls weren’t surprising, what she had just informed you was.

Apparently, she met up earlier with Zia, who had the audacity to ask her if she found it embarrassing to have a friend who had slept with Jeongguk. And obviously, her being the bestest, most protective friend ever, denied the rumors going around the frats in attempt of clearing your name.

As you walked out of the nurse’s office and into the bustling campus, she continued, “And I swear, in that moment, I was about to punch her. I mean, I always knew Zia was a little dense, but this? Ugh, it’s infuriating! I don’t even know why we fucked anymore.” She sighed heavily.

You found a bench under a large oak tree and sat down, needing to process everything. You’d been too busy with classes to think much about the previous night’s events, but now, with the day’s tasks behind you, the anxiety started creeping back in.

“Did you guys actually fuck yesterday?” you asked, leaning back against the bench.

“No, we had literally just fucked at the sorority, when she started asking dumb ass questions,” Elaine huffed. “I think I’m never finding love.”

“Don’t say that, E,” you replied, rubbing your temples. “You’ll figure it out, don’t worry.”

Elaine’s voice softened. “How are you holding up, though? I’m sorry for everything. I can’t help but feel responsible,” she added, and you could practically see her pouting on the other end of the line.

You took a deep breath. “Honestly, I was too busy this morning to even care, but now that I have time to think, I kind of just want to hide from everyone.”

“I’m sorry. I love you, okay? Don’t forget that.”

“I love you more.”

“Well I got to go, I’ll see you back at the apartment.”

Listening to the ring which notified the call was over, you finally had some time to process everything. Trying to find where you went wrong, the most controversial thing that happened all night was the fact that you were hanging out with… Jeongyeo? Or was it Jeongyu? Uh, you’ll make sure to ask Elaine later. Anyways, you saw no harm from having an innocent chat with him. All you did was drink with a rich frat college guy— and basically cry to each other but that was too embarrassing to even think about—so your ever crumbling reputation made no sense. You guys didn’t fuck, most certainly didn’t kiss, and by now the guy should’ve cleared the rumors, so why were they making such a fuss over it?

It was all so childish. Yet, despite your attempts to rationalize it, your stomach churned, your hands grew clammy, and your mind raced with anxiety. Every passerby seemed to stare at you with judgmental eyes.

You sighed deeply. This felt like high school all over again. You had to pull yourself together. If these people wanted to make a fuss over nothing and use you as their entertainment, then so be it. You had bigger things to worry about—like paying your bills or pursuing a career. So, with that, you decided to push the drama to the back of your head and refocus on what really mattered, finally finding peace once again in your mind.

And at peace you were.

At least that was the case until you got back home, because as soon as you walked into the apartment, Elaine rushed over, breaking the news to you. “Y/n, you won’t believe this. That miserable old landlord is raising our rent!”

You blinked, trying to process the new discovery. “What? Why?”

“I don’t know,” Elaine threw her hands up in frustration. “I begged him to exclude us from the raise, but he wouldn’t budge. He said it’s either pay up or move out.”

Trying your hardest not to kill him right now, you paused. What were you going to do now?

Trying to keep an optimistic outlook, you replied, “Look, I know it’ll be hard, but we can do this. Let’s just take extra shifts at work and start looking for an affordable place to stay at.”

She wasn’t sure about your proposition. You both worked long hours as is, not to mention how time consuming and disrupting it was for school.

“Y/n, we barely get to sleep some days,” Elaine said so lowly it was almost a whisper. Finding the situation impossible, she added, “I’m dropping out.”

You scoffed, “Are you crazy? You’re not doing that,”

“What else is there to do Y/n?” She frowned.

Lips pursed, you racked your brain trying to come up with a solution. Dropping out was not an option, and if keeping your education meant being homeless, then so be it. You both had a car, so maybe you guys could sleep there until you found a new place. And if you had to shower, you could probably just ask Namjoon if-

“Oh my god! Namjoon!” You yelled as you reached for your phone.

“What? Y/n what are you doing?”

Dialing Namjoon’s number, you replied with a smile on your face, “Pack your stuff, we’re crashing Joonies place.”

Author: pls this took me long enough to post and im not sure i even like it lmfoaoaoa. nobody told me how hard and time consuming this was. anyways yall if it sucks LMK ! i’ll make sure to burn this post down if it sucks ass. shout out to anyone who finished reading the first chapter of this series ! omm ilysm. i’ll also try to comment the people who wanted to be added to my taglist, hopefully it works. bye !

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[krazyyyyyy]

Sweet Promises Hyugo/Reader

Synopsis: A vow between two childhood friends to make their friendship last forever...

Words: 1346

Notes: I apologize in advance if my uploading schedule has become a bit funky lately, writer's block is hitting extremely hard right now and with all my WIPS, it couldn't be any more tiring.

But I hope you enjoy this in the meantime <3

Hugging your knees to your chest, you stare in awe at the graceful flight of a bumblebee as it lands on the delicate petal of one of the many sunflowers that were planted in your family's garden. You continued to watch as the little bee crawled toward the center of the flower and started to drink the nectar.

You wish you could be a bee…

To fly around and drink the sweetness of nectar all day with not a worry on their small minds. They didn't have to deal with endless lectures that came from their parents; no worries about table manners or how properly dressed they were at gatherings… it all seemed like a dream to you.

Once the bee had its fill of nectar, it buzzed happily before taking off to another part of the garden, leaving you all alone.

Even with the bee gone, you stare at the sunflower with thoughts running through your head. How did the nectar taste? If the bee enjoyed it so much, maybe you could too–but you might get in trouble if your father caught you doing such an unladylike act… on the other hand, he was busy at the moment. And what he didn’t know wouldn’t kill him.

Slowly, you reach your small pointer finger toward the center of the sunflower. Maybe there would be some leftover nectar from where the bee drank, but then again, you weren’t exactly a bee and had no idea how the whole nectar thing worked.

Just when your finger is about to make contact with the seeds of the flower, the sudden patter of small feet in the grass behind you, along with a voice shouting your name, stops you in your tracks.

“Y/N! There you are!”

Before you could even turn around, a pair of arms wrap around your neck and bring you into a tight hug from behind. They rested their face against the side of their head, giving you a glimpse of their distinctive cyan hair, which you recognized instantly.

“Hyugo? What are you doing here?” You question, turning your head slightly to look at the little boy behind you.

Never letting go of his hold of you, he speaks happily, “Dad said he had some business stuff with Mr. L/N so he said we could go play outside with you!” He finally lets go of you to cross his arms in a pouting manner, “I tried to make Geo come out, but he’s too busy being a grump right now. Something about it being too hot outside for him.” 

You giggle at that, “Since when is he ever not a grump?”

Hyugo laughs with you, “True…but sometimes he’s a little less grumpy when you're around.” The little boy teases you with a devious smile imprinted painted on his face.

“Shut up! He is not”

“Is too!”

It was now your turn to cross your arms and pout, all while glaring daggers at the boy you supposedly called your best friend. He smiled innocently under your intense glare. And instead of forging some kind of apology, he takes your hand in his to try to tug you toward a different part of your backyard.

“Come on, I have something to show you!” The boy tugs endlessly on your clasped hands, but your feet stay rooted in place, still showing signs of annoyance from his recent comment.

“Why can’t you just show me here?” You raise an eyebrow at the young boy as he still determinedly tugs on your hand in an attempt to bring you along with him. If there was anything you knew about Hyugo, it is that he never gave up, an admirable trait…but also an annoying one at the same time.

“Because it’s super special! Now, can we go? Pleaseeeeee?” He pleads with you with puppy dog eyes that you know better than to try to resist.

“Fineeee” You groan, finally giving in to the boy’s pleas. The little cyan-hair boy lets out a cheer of victory before giddily leading you hand in hand toward his desired spot.

He led you to a secluded part of your backyard, where a giant, overgrown oak tree stood towering over the two children. You were confused as to what Hyugo was trying to show you; considering you two would visit this tree anytime Hyugo’s family would come to visit, both of you spending hours on hours climbing the large tree to see if either of you could reach the top–a challenge that remains to be accomplished.

Staring up at the tree you begin to speak “Ok, so what was it you wan–” 

“Wait! First, you have to close your eyes!” Hyugo abruptly cuts you off. 

“Why?”

“Just do it!”

You groan, closing your eyes, shrouding the world around you in complete darkness.

“Okay! Now no peeking!”

“I won’t!”

For the next few minutes, you stand in your spot with your eyes covered, doing your best to ignore every urge that tells you to peek. And just when curiosity was about to get the best of you, you hear Hyugo call out.

“Okay, you can open your eyes now. But turn around slowly!” The boy can barely contain his excitement.

Following what your friend says, open your eyes before slowly turning your body to face where Hyugo would be.

The sight in front of you leaves you more confused than you were just moments ago.

In front of you, Hyugo was down on one knee with a watermelon-flavored ring pop extended out to you.

“Marry me Y/N!” The little boy shouted, his cheeks a small tint of red.

“What?” You were beyond confused, at the young age of seven you barely understood the concept of multiplication nonetheless marriage.

“I saw it in a movie yesterday! It said when you want to spend the rest of your life with someone, you give them a ring and ask them to marry you,” His smile widened as he gestured to the ring pop he held in his hand, “This way we can be friends forever!”

Least that made two children who knew zero to nothing about the concept of marriage… 

You looked at the candied ring in his hand. “Really?” You question in disbelief. You had never heard of such a thing before, a way that you and Hyugo could remain friends forever…it sounded almost too good to be true.

“Yeah!” Hyugo cheers. 

“Then yes! I will marry you!” You exclaim, “Let's be friends forever!”

“Friends forever!” 

With that, Hyugo stands up from his kneeling positioning to excitedly gift you the green ring pop. You knew the ring was made of candy, yet you couldn’t find it in yourself to take even a lick of the precious confectionery as you gently slide the ring onto your middle finger.

Hyugo suddenly springs up in realization, “Oh! I also have another one for myself!” He digs into the pocket of his cargo pants, pulling out a wrapped ring pop. Quickly, unwrapping the small treat, he presents the shining blue ring pop to you. “See? It’s blue raspberry, mom said it looked just like my hair!”. 

You marvel at the blue ring pop, “It does!” You both fall into laughter together at the silly comparison.

Hyugo then slides his own candy ring onto his middle finger, but not before giving it a few small licks, savoring its strong artificial flavor. His gaze then lingers toward the top of the oak tree; his devious smirk returns as his eyes shift back to you.

“Last one to the top is a rotten egg!” He shouts to you, running toward the base of the oak tree.

It takes you a few moments to fully register what he says, but when you do you're quick to chase after your friend, who was already partially up the base of the tree. “Come on Hyugo! That’s not fair!”

Neither one of you made up the top of that tree that day.

But you both made a core memory that would stay with you for the rest of your lives…

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[beefy-the-stronk]

Hai guys im still alive, I just legit forget to post sometimes 😭

Anyways here's some cheese plant yaoi cus I just know the pepperlante community is STARVING

(Also the funky fella at the end is my pizza-sona, their name is Bepper"

[a-roguish-gambit]

I talked a while ago about bamfs being in evolution and this is my thought behind it: forge convinces Kurt to explore the teleportation dimention more and attracts the attention of the bamfs without him realizing what they are as he gets spooked by some weird plant thing trying to grab him and gets out of there. The bamfs have imprinted on kurt and leak into his dimention and decide to snuggle up with him as the new “big bamf”. Kurt wakes up and being a dumb fifteen year old, thinks he somehow spawned offspring cause well they look like him and can teleport like him and he is PANICKING and totally confused as to how this happened. So now he’s playing teen parent to them until he figures out what they really are.

I wanted to give them all unique features so funky hair styles. What should he name the bamfs? Let me know!

[ach-sss-no]

For @qthewhatever and anyone else who is interested, here is an overview of Gollum's speech patterns, or:

Why Sméagol talks Like That, an introductory course

Note: I am discussing the books only. The movie adaptation of the character was changed a lot and I don't want to address adaptational changes in this post. All quotes are from The Lord of the Rings or The Hobbit by J. R. R. Tolkien

Notex2: A lot of this post is just going to be my opinion. I don't want to assert my opinion as correct or factual, but it is going to slow the flow of this post down to a stuttering crawl if I stop to say 'imo' every other sentence. So I'd like to just say once, up front, that if I am not citing a source or a commonly agreed-on fact (such as 'hobbits have furry feets'), I'm giving my own interpretation of the books and am aware I may have things wrong, or that there may be multiple equally correct interpretations of the work. I belive there are always multiple takes that can be had on a complex work of literature, some of which can be equally correct, but not all of them are my takes. In the same vein, I understand that fictional characters are not living people, but it is easier and more efficient sometimes to talk about them as if they were. If I slip into doing that, it's just economy of language.

Now, to start off with, it's important to remember that Tolkien was a linguist who played with words for fun, and even without getting into the Conlangs Iceberg, a lot of LOTR and The Hobbit involve wordplay. The man loved words, he liked to interject poetry, he liked to stylize words in specific manners to convey extra layers of meaning (some of which is, to be honest, waaay over my head! medieval literature and epic poetry and etc. etc. I can tell when I'm reading it that it's a style shift and it's significant, but that's about it.) None of that is my take, he's an infamous Words Guy.

Therefore, if there's a specific word pattern used in his works and it's something extremely distinctive and impossible not to notice, it's there for a reason.

What I'm getting at is that sometimes a character has funky speech patterns just because a writer likes it or is trying to get characters not to blend in with each other in dialog, and in those cases, the style of dialog may not be worthy of this much analysis. But this is Tolkien and this:

"Bless us and splash us, my precioussss! I guess it's a choice feast; at least a tasty morsel it'd make us, gollum!"

This doesn't happen by accident

So that's the writer: a guy who likes words. It is also relevant to discuss the history of the character.

(As an aside: Gollum was invented and introduced in The Hobbit. Gollum-as-Sméagol-a-character-with-a-history-and-name was not introduced until LOTR, and his introduction is significant enough that the story stops for a long stretch while Gandalf (a character known to be a sayer of significant things) narrates it to us.)

Sméagol comes from a rural and semi-feral community that lives by the river. He is from

a family of high repute, for it was large and wealthier than most, and it was ruled by a grandmother of the folk, stern and wise in old lore, such as they had. The most inquisitive and curious-minded of that family was called Sméagol. He was interested in roots and beginnings; he dived into deep pools; he burrowed under trees and growing plants; he tunnelled into green mounds; and he ceased to look up at the hill-tops, or the leaves on trees, or the flowers opening in the air: his head and his eyes were downward. - The Fellowship of the Ring, 'Shadow of the Past'

Invasive species behavior.

(Sometimes I remember this passage at random because I look at the ground for bugs a lot and I'll remember to look up at leaves on trees instead. Not important. moving on)

Sméagol was raised by said grandmother. He grew up "wealthier than most" and with a guardian who was "stern and wise" and the ruler of the community. So he's rich, probably well-educated as his people go, and closely related to/living in the household of an important authority figure, and he also seems to only have one friend, and in The Hobbit there's a mention that he only likes one game (riddles). He appears to be constantly seeking intellectual stimulation, and likes stories.

Sméagol was later ousted from his community and ended up completely isolated in a cave. I think it gets overlooked how much of an impact FIVE HUNDRED YEARS of isolation would have on a person. Tolkien points it out specifically in the prologue to LOTR:

But after ages alone in the dark Gollum's heart was black, and treachery was in it

But I usually hear Gollum's descent as a person spoken of only regarding the Ring. Consider how much damage it would do if you were to suddenly go from 'cushy life surrounded by a clan' to CAVE FOREVER LMAO. He'd be having some problems even without the Ring.

What does this have to do with saying 'we hates it my precious gollum gollum'

Everything!

Gollum has three different distinct modes of speaking: 1) we hates it my precious gollum gollum 2) Sméagol is hungry (and he has never done anything wrong ever) (gollum gollum) 3) "Indeed I was told to seek for the Precious; and I have searched and searched, of course I have." (gollum)

These different modes communicate different moods and intentions. They are all the same character.

They are all the same character.

They're all the same character, Mr. Jacks(ok. I'm not here to talk about that. I promised to be very, very good and not let the movies have this post)

We hates it my precious gollum gollum

Why does Gollum say 'my precious'?

He's referring to the Ring, which is the +1 Ring of Making You Call It 'My Precious'. Look, Bilbo does it too:

'Well, if you want my ring yourself, say so!' cried Bilbo. 'But you won't get it. I won't give my precious away, I tell you.' His hand strayed to the hilt of his small sword. - FOTR

He's also threatening gandalf the grey here because it's the +1 Ring of Stupid Life Choices.

But wait! When Gollum does it, there's an extra wrinkle:

And when he said gollum he made a horrible swallowing noise in his throat. That is how he got his name, though he always called himself 'my precious.' - The Hobbit

Gandalf says the Ring 'was eating up his mind.' Gollum seems to be calling himself and the Ring by the same name.

Why does Gollum refer to himself in the plural first person?

Well, in his original form as 'random silly threat in a cave', it's possible that Tolkien was making a bit of a joke by having his silly little villain use the royal we. I think it is objectively funny to have a random weirdo in a cave use the royal we (and Gollum is the kind of person who would do such a thing). But I think the finished version of the character is using 'we' to mean 'myself and the Ring'.

This is why I spent so much time on 'oh him lonely :'( ' in the beginning. Sméagol was used to having a family clan around him (even though he sounds unpopular!) He was forcibly ousted and left with only the Ring, which as an added wrinkle, has a slight will of its own and gives a sense of having low-grade life in it. This gives Sméagol at least three very strong motivations for talking to the Ring and obsessing over it, first off, it's magic and it's eating his soul. Second off, he's incredibly, painfully lonely, which can induce someone to personify an object and try to make friends with it.

Thirdly, Sméagol is more self-aware than he seems, and he is completely capable of realizing that his own choices have driven away all of his loved ones and also he killed his friend, and he did it in exchange for the Ring. So the part of him that realizes that stuff would by natural consequence be desperate to believe the Ring is a worthy exchange for his entire family, his home, and everything he ever knew or loved.

Just cave and Ring. Me and my bestie the Ring. It's our cave! Me and my precious. Ride or die. Me and Ring. It's OUR CAVE. It's OUR pile of dead orcs.

But... Why is Gollum so... theatrical about this mode of speech?

Does it guess easy? It must have a competition with us, my preciouss! If precious asks, and it doesn't answer, we eats it, my preciousss. If it asks us, and we doesn't answer, then we does what it wants, eh? We shows it the way out, yes! - The Hobbit

This is also the style of speech that uses obvious nonstandard grammar (we doesn't vs. we don't) and the pluralses, and the hissing. (The other modes of speech do this much less often. Almost never. Way less than I noticed before. i've definitely gotten this wrong before)

So why all of that? Well, he's bored. He's bored, he's lonely, and he's being written by a quirky linguist who thinks making up words is fun. I think Gollum is being extra on purpose. I have never sat in a cave by myself with no WiFi for five HUNDRED years, but I think it would be boring.

We know Gollum still enjoys riddles because when he has a hostage, he makes Bilbo play riddles. Gollum enjoys playing with words. Look, he made up a little traveling song about wanting to splash in puddles!

So, I think this is something he does on purpose to entertain and comfort himself, and although very habitual he is able to stop doing it when he wants to. Look at him correcting 'ours' to 'mine' when he's trying to communicate something he really cares about to Frodo:

The Precious was ours, it was mine I tell you. - The Two Towers

👌Mwah!

So, I think Gollum chose, at least partly, to take on this persona as a coping mechanism.

When does Gollum speak in the royal we?

When he's alone, and whenever he forgets to stop doing it.

One final note: canonically, the way the characters in LOTR first "met" Gollum was when Bilbo told them the Riddles in the Dark story (complete with vocal impression. becasue Pippin knows how to make the noise, remember?)

They probably thought Bilbo was, at the very least, exaggerating. Then Sam, Frodo, Gandalf and Aragorn all get to find out he wasn't!

Sméagol is unproblematic. and hungry.

Why does Gollum speak in the third person?

'You know that, or you guess well enough, Sméagol,' he said. quietly and sternly. 'We are going to Mordor, of course. And you know the way there, I believe.' `Ach! sss! ' said Gollum, covering his ears with his hands, as if such frankness, and the open speaking of the names, hurt him.

names, plural

names including 'Sméagol' his own freaking name

Don't ask Sméagol. Poor, poor Sméagol, he went away long ago. They took his Precious, and he's lost now.' 'Perhaps we'll find him again, if you come with us,' said Frodo. 'No, no, never! He's lost his Precious,' said Gollum. - The Two Towers

Gollum starts referring to himself in the third person/as Sméagol after all this, and he seems to be doing it to try to ingratiate himself with Frodo, who starts their relationship by repeatedly addressing Gollum by his real name.

he was friendly, and indeed pitifully anxious to please. He would cackle with laughter and caper, if any jest was made, or even if Frodo spoke kindly to him, and weep if Frodo rebuked him. - The Two Towers

(just imagine you make a small, quiet joke of the sort Frodo usually makes and it's greeted with 'HAHA ;_;' and dancing around from gollum)

So he'll use third person when he's trying to be friendly

Nice hobbits, they sleep beautifully. Trust Sméagol now? Very, very good. - The Two Towers

Sméagol always helps, if they asks -- if they asks nicely. - The Two Towers

Or when being a little bit of a pill and trying to get away with it

'Yes, yes, and Sam stinks! ' answered Gollum. `Poor Sméagol smells it, but good Sméagol bears it. Helps nice master. - The Two Towers

Look at his social skills! Truly, this is a man who's lived alone for 500 years and has secret malicious intent.

When does Gollum speak in the third person?

When trying to be cute. (By implication, Gollum seems to have some inkling that the royal we is off-putting to people. I bet they made fun of him for it in Mordor.)

But there's also another little wrinkle to this- he seems to be dissociating a bit? I've noticed that repeatedly, Gollum will describe himself, announce his status [he's hungry], start off a personal narrative or descriptor with third-person language (which sounds a little dissociated), and then shift to "I" when his emotions get engaged.

It caught Sméagol there, long ago.' Gollum shuddered. 'But Sméagol has used his eyes since then, yes, yes: I've used eyes and feet and nose since then. - The Two Towers

The shift comes when he stops simply explaining events and begins to recall what it was like to 'use eyes and feet and nose' (he shudders, which shows emotion, and then after that, starts adding more details).

There was a great battle long ago, yes, so they told him when Sméagol was young, when I was young before the Precious came. - The Two Towers

Again, the I shift happens when this gets more personal- going from 'Sméagol knows relevant information and here is how he knows it' to 'I had a life before the Ring'

Bonus round! I found a bit where he swaps between all three speaking styles.

'Who knows? Sméagol doesn't know,' answered Gollum. 'You cannot reach them, you cannot touch them. We tried once, yes, precious. I tried once; but you cannot reach them. Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch. No precious! All dead. - The Two Towers

Who knows? Sméagol doesn't know [explaining the Marshes, impersonal] We tried once, yes, precious. [ruminative, reminding himself, slipping into his old habit] I tried once; [now engaged in his memory, or perhaps catching the 'we' and correcting it.] Only shapes to see, perhaps, not to touch. No precious! [ruminative, mulling over the memory] All dead.

Then there's this- he's alone:

Dirty hobbits, nasty hobbits. Gone and left us, gollum; and Precious is gone. Only poor Sméagol all alone. - The Two Towers

I think he's picturing something like this

"I've used eyes and feet and nose since then."

I have a separate post focusing on Gollum's use of singular first-person, but the short answer is: When he's being very honest, in shock, and/or just not playing word games anymore.

But wait! There's more!

Bonus Round: gollum gollum gollum

SUPRISE! Gollum has a secret fourth speech pattern, which is: How he always talks regardless of whatever other things he is currently doing. This is the part, by the way, that elevates Gollum from 'oh he's quirky eurghgh' to 'oh, he's quirky and there is a master behind the scenes and how many copies did LOTR sell oh this is why. not everyone can do this, in fact, most people can't. This shitpost of a character is the equivalent of da vinci painting a trollface because he can and it's fun. It's supposed to be that way. it's art. EURHGUHGHG'

Behold!

Gollum speaks in long, rambling monologues and repeats himself. He often says things twice, especially if they are short phrases or particularly important ones.

`We are lost, lost,' said Gollum. 'No name, no business, no Precious, nothing. Only empty. Only hungry; yes, we are hungry. A few little fishes, nasty bony little fishes, for a poor creature, and they say death. So wise they are; so just, so very just.' Dust and ashes, he can't eat that. He must starve. But Sméagol doesn't mind. Nice hobbits! Sméagol has promised. He will starve. He can't eat hobbits' food. He will starve. I did escape, all by my poor self. Indeed I was told to seek for the Precious; and I have searched and searched, of course I have. But not for the Black One. The Precious was ours, it was mine I tell you. I did escape. - The Two Towers

Sometimes he repeats things with little variations on them.

I found it, I did. Orcs don't use it, Orcs don't know it. Good master, wise master, nice master! - The Two Towers

(by the way, the thing that twigs my dialog ear most to 'he would not say that/where is my precious? :(' is, for some reason, this staccato speaking rhythm mixed with the long rambling. if i am playing a video game or something where gollum has a cameo, and he doesn't ramble and repeat short sentences, my brain says 'skinsuit gollum :(' because my brain sucks.)

Gollum uses vivid, visceral language that usually evokes an unpleasant mental image.

Then rest now, nice hobbits, under the shadow of the stones, close under the stones! [...] Soft and quick as shadows we must be! But Sméagol has used his eyes since then, yes, yes: I've used eyes and feet and nose since then. That is the road to the left. At once it begins to climb up, up, winding and climbing back towards the tall shadows. When it turns round the black rock, you'll see it, suddenly you'll see it above you, and you'll want to hide. The rocks and stones are like old bones all bare of meat. But the Marshes have grown since then, swallowed up the graves; always creeping, creeping. - The Two Towers

Gollum sometimes speaks in sentence fragments, but usually sparingly.

There is one exception to this when he's super nuclear pissed at Frodo and just starts barking

'Come, Sméagol! ' said Frodo. We are in danger. Men will kill you, if they find you here. Come quickly, if you wish to escape death. Come to Master!' 'No!' said the voice. 'Not nice Master. Leaves poor Sméagol and goes with new friends. Master can wait. Sméagol hasn't finished.' There's no time,' said Frodo.Bring fish with you. Come! ' `No! Must finish fish.' 'Sméagol! ' said Frodo desperately [...] [Now he knows he's about to get arrested] 'Masster, masster!' he hissed. 'Wicked! Tricksy! False!' -The Two Towers (the waterfall scene)

This is notable because a whole row of sentence fragments is not how he usually talks. IT IS NOT HOW HE USUALLY TALKS.

Gollum makes noises.

Ach! sss! [...] We guessed, yes we guessed Ach! No! You try to choke poor Sméagol. I can't find it. Ach!

If it asks us, and we doesn't answer, then we does what it wants, eh? Yes, yes, master: give it back, eh? Sméagol will keep it safe;

Tie us up in the cold hard lands and leave us, gollum, gollum. Good master, good Sméagol, gollum, gollum! I am tired. I, we can't find it, gollum, gollum

The Noise™: It seems involuntary and caused by stress and occasionally, hunger or thoughts about food but then again he's always hungry

Finally, Gollum has a consistent personality, and motivations, and areas of interest, and all of that other character stuff, that comes through at all times, but that is probably off topic for this post.

Anyway. I am abruptly out of things to say. TY for reading

[weirdmarioenemies]

Name: Ghost Pepper

Debut: Plants vs. Zombies 2

Ooh hoo hoo... this is no ordinary Funky Friday, for this close to Halloween, it has become a FRIGHTENING FRIDAY! Not only is the subject of this post a ghost, which are honestly pretty alarming things, but also a pepper. A pepper is a fruit. That means a pepper is a bit like a PUMPKIN! AAAAAAHH!

If you can bear to look upon Ghost Pepper, though, you will find that she is actually very cute! A fruit with a face is sort of innately cute, and the spooky hollow face holes are an especially cute choice. And she is wearing a sheet! At least, visually, since official sources conflict about whether that is an actual sheet. I like it either way!

You may be wondering, with such a cute and pleasant design, how could Ghost Pepper possib

WAUGH! Jumpscared by a still image that you scrolled toward at your own pace! Ghost Pepper is a temporary, single-use plant, but when placed, she will Haunt any zombies in the vicinity, which has always amused me with how vague that sounds, in gameplay terms. Would being haunted make a zombie slow down? Freeze entirely? Turn around and walk the other way? It turns out it hurts them by infesting them with little ghosts that swirl around them. Well ok!

Ghost Pepper also has a very fun little animation for being watered in the Zen Garden! She looks up happily, then realizes that being watered means nothing to a plant that floats. But it's ok if you floats, when you're am a ghots!

Now look at THIS! In the China-exclusive Plants vs. Zombies: Endless Edition, Ghost Pepper appears with similar mechanics, but an ENTIRELY different design! I love the design in 2, I've made that much clear, but I like this one even more! Much more spooky with her ooo mouth and green gradient and thinner, whispier body. The flower on top is a little strange, but I think it works. It makes the rest of her feel more "underground"! In a literal way, not in a 2010 hipster way. And still very cute overall! Both designs are great! I am happy to be able to behold two, both official!

That's the end of the post! I hope you liked it! But I'd like to remind you... this has been a SCARY post! BOO

[plant-taxonomy-showdown]

Phylum Round 1

Flowering Plants vs Funky Little Guys

Magnoliophyta: flowering plants! Also known as angiosperms. Where to begin? There are so many plants in this phylum. Not just every single flower, but also if you enjoy eating it, drinking it, or smoking it, it's probably in this taxon.

Anthocerotophyta: hornworts! Where to begin? They're closely related to mosses and liverworts, and like them have rhyzoids instead of roots, and have to absorb water from their surroundings directly rather than transporting it with xylem. They have alternation of generations, but unlike vascular plants the gametophyte generation, not the sporophyte generation, is dominant. They are found worldwide, but prefer damp environments, and there are somewhere between 100-300 known species. They are named for the horn-like shape of their sporophytes. The gametophyte generally forms a rosette or ribbon-like thallus, not leaves.

[captain-mj]

Just thought of something. Immortal Deity Ghost x Regular human Soap? Like, Soap is literally just a guy and Ghost is smitten.

Smut please, my monster-fucker heart needs this please

Got it, don't even worry my guy

Ghost loved Soap. He thought of him nearly constantly. Something about him had enraptured him.

Soap was currently doing the dishes, scrubbing them carefully. His smile was perfect. It lit up the entire room.

Ghost purposely made the plants around him bloom and turn greener. He loved Soap dearly.

Soap started to cook. Ever since he found out about the... thing in his house, he always made a bit extra. He'd put it on a plate near by and leave it on the table or by the window. It was a funny sense of worship, one Ghost was familiar with in some ways. People usually buried or burned offerings for him. They didn't offer it on a plate.

Ghost took them regardless. He still wasn't sure how Soap noticed him. Maybe it was the plants or changing the weather around Soap's house when he mentioned he'd prefer something else. Or Soap could just sense him.

Regardless, Soap was great. He called him Ghost because he thought he was a ghost which was a little funny.

Ghost found himself liking the name. A lot actually. Currently, he was very happily tangled around the apartment. His form could change on a whim, but for right now, he was more of an idea. A thought.

And Soap thought about him a lot.

Right now, he was going over the events of his day and how he wished Ghost had been at his work as he could've used the help. Apparently, the coffee never tasted right, unlike when Ghost made it.

Ghost really just made the best rated coffee in the area appear in the coffee pot. He did it on purpose, liking that Soap found him useful for things.

Soap laid back and really relaxed in his bed. "Ghost, are you watching me?"

Always.

"No. I give you privacy in your bedroom. You know that." His voice came from all around him. It was partially true. He never watched Soap doing anything private. Like undressing or showering. But he did gaze upon Soap as if he were a shiny object in his possession.

Soap nodded and started to unzip his pants.

Ghost noted that Soap had been doing this more lately. When he did, Ghost always blocked out that room entirely so he had no clue what Soap was thinking about or feeling. Sometimes, it was tempting.

For the first time ever, Ghost did not turn away. He watched him.

Everything Soap did was so alluring. He'd do funky things. One of Ghost's favorite things was watching Soap load the washing machine.

Soap started to stroke himself, biting his lip. He groaned and his back arched a little. His thoughts were so easy to read.

Him.

Ghost's voice.

The mock Ghost in his head was a little off, wrong in the way all human memories are. It told him to keep stroking himself or pushing his finger deeper before telling him to stop right as he got close. Soap continued to edge himself, pretending it was Ghost's orders to do so.

"Johnny." Ghost spoke softly, adding a little power to it so the glass in the room would shake. "What are you doing? I can sense your mounting frustration."

Soap stared at the ceiling, frozen. "I... um..."

"I should've corrected you much sooner." Ghost said softly. "May I enter your room?"

Soap, cock still in hand, flushed and quickly covered himself up. "Yeah."

The door opened and smoke filled the doorway until Ghost was there. His hands were on the doorframe with his body leaning in. "You think about me?"

"You can hear my thoughts?"

"I can hear your thoughts about me. I'm not actually a ghost, ya know. A ghost couldn't make your plants bloom or brew coffee for you. They'd be too busy screaming about their woes."

Soap couldn't focus on Ghost. It was hard to when he looked like nothing but dozens of shifting overlapping shadows.

Ghost became more solid, though slightly less human. Long claws and a skull over where his face should be. One thing was alarmingly, horribly human, was his eyes.

Soap panted softly and started to scramble back. A little late for that. Ghost had been feeding off so many offerings and so many thoughts. He had more than enough power to squash Soap like an insect.

That would never happen though.

Especially when his most devoted follower currently had a leaking, hard problem between his legs.

"Why stay here if you're not a ghost?"

"And leave my devotee? How cruel of a god I would be." Ghost loved Soap. He loved him so dearly. And the idea of pleasing him... "I could help you. Won't even make you pray for it."

Soap stared at him, almost shaking. But his legs slowly relaxed and then spread. "Please."

Ghost shifted. He put his hand next to Soap's head. "You've prepped yourself so lovingly for me too. You're gorgeous."

Soap panted softly and his skin broke out in goosebumps when Ghost's body touched his. Shivers wracked through his body.

Ghost yanked him around and pulled Soap's hips higher up. Soap's clothing burned away where Ghost's flesh pressed against him. He finally got a good look at him.

Soap closed his eyes and just relaxed and felt everything. The hands against him. Cold and unrelenting and promising everything Soap wanted.

Then Ghost held him close and lined up. Soap dug his nails into the hard flesh of his... shoulders? and shifted so he was more open. He made an error and he realized that quickly when he realized how big Ghost was. A little whimper came out of his throat.

Ghost pressed against his chest, cheek to cheek. His lips were right next to Soap's ear. "I've seen your toys ya know. I know you can take me."

Soap whimpered more, feeling Ghost stretch him out with the slow way he pushed in. The burn was perfect. Somehow, he knew Ghost did that on purpose. He wasn't sure how Ghost could know. It hurt so much but it was exactly how Soap liked it. Pleasure racing through him.

As soon as it didn't feel like Soap would tear in half, Ghost started to speed up until he was pounding into him. Something extremely exact and in an exact rhythm. His tummy had a small dent in it from how big Ghost was and watching it disappear and reappear made Soap's head spin.

After so long being edged, he came all over himself. Sobbing as he desperately grabbed his headboard.

Ghost didn't even stall. Though he clearly enjoyed the way Soap spasmed with his orgasm, the way his back arched and that his muscles tightened, it didn't affect him at all.

Sharp claws dug into Soap's hips until blood flowed.

He opened his mouth and felt Ghost's tongue lick into his mouth. Blood filled Soap's mouth but he couldn't figure out where he had gotten cut.

Soap felt himself getting close again and Ghost stopped, leaving him stuttering.

"Do you enjoy denial?" Ghost asked curiously. "It's so strange. Usually humans are all about gratification. Wanting things then and now." He ignored Soap's desperate, sobbing face as he tried to fuck himself back on Ghost's cock. He twisted wrong and groaned as he missed his prostate and just went deep. HIs eyes fluttered.

"Control."

"Denial seems to be the opposite of control."

"Exactly. Want someone else to control everything."

Ghost grinned. "I can do that. I can definitely do that. I can control it all."

Soap couldn't look at him. His smile hurt his head.

It started again and Soap moaned and prayed.

"Yes, please keep going. Keep going. I need it. Need you."

Ghost lifted Soap's leg to deepen the angle and continued to fuck him hard. Soap felt what he was pretty sure was Ghost coming inside him. As he kept fucking him with no abandon, he could feel it coming out and running down his thighs. So much.

"Let me finish, let me come, come on, I'll be good. Let you do this whenever you want I promise, just please." Soap wouldn't dare touch himself. He looked at Ghost, managing to make eye contact.

Ghost hummed and this time didn't stop. He let Soap finally finish, enjoying the ecstasy that they shared.

Soap screamed when Ghost melted all over him. A blink of an eye later and Ghost was quickly solid again.

"Sorry, didn't think about how scary that would be for you." Ghost laughed and pulled out, watching the way Soap's ruined hole gushed with cum. "Any time I want huh?"

Soap nodded and Ghost felt a burst of love. "Any time."

"It's a good thing you have so much stamina then."

[mybedroomceilingsbored]

hey y'all!

you can call me Mouse! i'm a nerdy, artsy-craftsy, music-loving, socially awkward, incredibly enthusiastic GEEK.

i love chatting with people and making new friends, always feel free to shoot me an ask/dm :)

about me

☼ she/her pronouns are great! ☼ i'm a minor ☼ lesbian (or something like that) ☼ i'm a dancer! (ballet, pointe, modern, jazz, tap, and hip-hop) ☼ i play the piano, flute, and ukulele, and i'm learning trumpet ☼ i love hugs and physical touch ☼ i use a ton of pet names-lmk what you're comfortable with! ☼ pisces sun/moon, scorpio rising ☼ infp-t 2w3 (explanations linked, if you're curious) ☼ one (1) beach completed, on my way to becoming an Official Certified Ken (credit: my very dear @green-binder) ☼ i tend to forget things-please don't take anything i do/don't do personally! chances are it just slipped my mind. ☼ i love interacting with people, but i do sometimes burn out. sometimes i just don't have the energy to reply to something or continue a conversation, please don't take it personally!

not rlly doing chain mail atm, sorry!

i've got a funky lil tma sideblog @consumedbywhatlovesme if you're interested, hyperfixation still going STRONG 💪

things i love...

☼ cavetown!! ☼ the magnus archives ☼ coraline ☼ hozier ☼ plants/gardening ☼ ancient greek mythology and culture ☼ microbiology ☼ slime molds! ☼ mushrooms and other fungi ☼ stranger things ☼ pjo ☼ cats! ☼ good omens ☼ baking ☼ crochet/knitting ☼ long bike rides ☼ sketching and painting ☼ rainy days

... and people i love!

@15millionfireflies, @bleep-bloop-boo, @brains-out-rn, @ch3rry-t0mat0, @currently-becoming-potatoes, @dormienscattus,

@fairyycoffin, @forever-bi-panic, @galaxys-universe, @green-binder, @hugallurfriends,

@i-eat-so-much-grass, @joespookyregardinghappenenings, @margaret-the-duck, @marisolebio, @mossy-stormcloud,

@remithegayshoebill, @sad-girl-shit11, @sagaofa-dying-star, @scatteredraysofhope,

@small-giggle, @that-dam-heartstopper-fan, @the-chaotic-snek, @theladyofpaintedstars, @thestrawberryapologist,

@totheidiot, @trans-lobotomy, @urlocalsadkid-l, @wistfulenchantress, @yelenapines

comfort books...

☼ a psalm for the wild built, a prayer for the crown-shy, coraline, the electric kingdom, the song of achilles, truly devious, a wrinkle in time, inward, heartstopper, the secret garden, severance, they

... movies, tv, and podcasts...

☼ coraline, the magnus archives, heartstopper, spirited away, stranger things, good omens, various concert films, over the garden wall, gravity falls

... and foods

☼ hot cocoa, peach tea, lemon cookies, asparagus, fresh sourdough, grapefruit, chocolate chip cookie dough, berries of any kind

currently listening to

favorite artists

☼ cavetown, hozier, lizzy mcalpine, luz, wallows, girl in red, taylor swift, mother mother, billie eilish, david kushner, madilyn mei, coin, tv girl, fuvk, gregory alan isakov, mxmtoon, boygenius (+ solo work), hayd, maya hawke, pomme, the paper kites, novo amor

songs i try to live by

☼ talk to you (cavetown) ☼ hug all ur friends (cavetown) ☼ carry you (novo amor) ☼ words (gregory alan isakov) ☼ pancakes for dinner (lizzy mcalpine) ☼ let light be light (lizzy mcalpine) ☼ cold (novo amor) ☼ crooked the road (mon rovia)

please send me music recs!! i usually listen to indie pop, indie folk, and indie rock/modern rock, but i'm always happy to listen to something new :)

moodboard by my darling @wistfulenchantress <33

congrats on making it all the way to the end haha!!

have a beautiful day/night sweetheart, love ya :)

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