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[402supply]

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[audible-smiles]

When gardeners get a little too enthusiastic about "native plants good, invasive plants bad", they miss a crucial fact; very few plants have zero value to wildlife. An abandoned urban lot full of invasives still offers some options for shelter, habitat, and food...sure, the species who make best use of them are going to be the resilient generalists quickly adapting to urban life, but it's something. A barren parking lot offers pretty much nothing except human waste scraps.

So when you're managing an area with a large number of invasive plants, you have to keep in mind that in the short-term, you'll actually decrease the complexity of the ecosystem by removing plants. Obviously you're going to make up for it in the long-term with plants better-suited to your region, but some of those will take years to reach maturity. A lot of experienced native plant gardeners will recommend tackling a large space in sections so you don't turn your entire yard into an empty expanse of wood chip mulch all at once.

[lavellane]

can confirm sigrun is so so so much funnier and more perfect when ur playing a warden who acts like this unironically. felt genuinely read to filth when she said this

[kristo-flowers]

Japanese knotwood in autumn

[dirteaicecream]

Sunshine Coast Exterior Concrete Idea for a one-story, mid-sized, modern black home with a metal roof.

[artistofu]

Roofing Gable Tampa Inspiration for a large asian beige one-story concrete fiberboard exterior home remodel with a metal roof

[aesfocus]

Knotwood Hills

[narratively-doomed]

under the golden knotwood leaves

[tamvmat]

Beetle friend!

Knotwood Leaf Beetle, Ohuhu markers

[purpleqilinwrites]

yours, hers.

a/n: thoughts of ganyu, being half-adeptus and half-mortal, wanting to partake in the mortal custom of marriage with a fully adeptus reader who is also her lover has me in a chokehold! i am completely and utterly obsessed!!!

fandom: genshin impact

character: ganyu

genre: fluff

info: established relationship (you and ganyu are lovers); reader is an adeptus who fought in the archon war; this takes place pre-canon timeline

warnings: might not be canon-compliant; mentions of alcohol (both ganyu and reader are drinking)

synopsis: the humans created marriage to celebrate promises, and ganyu would like to make a promise to you.

word count: 1.4k

fluff-vember prompt: accidental proposal

part of the "yearning has hold of me" series.

fluff-vember 2023 masterlist is here.

Ganyu

There was a clink of porcelain against metal, dulled by the clear wine that filled the serving vessel. Ganyu tilted her head that was snug against her folded arms, and looked up at you from beneath the brush of her hair that partially hid you from her sight. You were stretched out with your back against a prominent root of the golden knotwood tree behind you, dappled light from the evening sun glowing about you and highlighting your beauty.

"All this sighing, and not once have you touched the wine," you said, playful, as you pointed to the eared wine cup sitting to her left, still clean and still empty. Ganyu could not help it when another sigh escaped her.

You raised your own freshly refilled cup in her direction, mouthing a "cheers" before you downed it all in one gulp. There was an easy smile on your face, and she felt warm from beholding you despite being completely and unfortunately sober.

She wanted her head to be as clear as possible about what she would like to suggest.

Ganyu lifted her head and her arms off the lacquered surface of the folding table, and she straightened her posture so that she was sitting upright with her hands to herself. The curiosity flickering in your eyes was the only indication she had that you noticed the new rigidity in your drinking companion. She wiggled her fingers in her lap as you poured some wine into her cup and then gestured for her to drink.

Perhaps one cup would be what she needed.

"I will drink it, if you would prefer not to imbibe," you said, smiling as you stirred the wine in the serving vessel and helped yourself to yet another portion.

Ganyu reached out for the plate of dried persimmons and put two slices in her mouth, rushing through the chewing and then the swallowing. She clenched and released her other hand, the one that was not sticky with the residue of fruit, and then clenched and released it once more in quick succession.

You remained unmindful of the avalanche contained in her as you sipped leisurely at your wine in between delicate bites of dried persimmon.

The wine was bittersweet on her tongue and exceedingly smooth in her throat. She found herself reaching for another cupful as she considered the body of the wine and the flavours that lingered with it. It had a mild sweetness like melons which was pleasantly balanced with a healthy dose of bitterness.

Between the two of you, you were not the one for nitpicking when it came to alcohol; she was far more picky about her alcohol than you were. Despite this, she trusted in your judgment of taste, which was why she was not surprised when she found the wine you brought out for her tasty. Ganyu was already lifting her third cup to her nose for a long inhale before she decided to slow down with a few slices of dried persimmon.

She placed her cup down on the table, empty once again but warmed up from the heat of the wine.

The sky was beginning to darken into night when she looked out at the same faraway place your eyes were fixed on, somewhere along the line of the sea that wove it together with the sky. "I was invited to attend another wedding tomorrow," she said, another piece of fruit in her hand to keep it busy. "That makes at least one wedding a day for all the days of the past month."

Your eyes came back to her at the mention of marriage, open and tender as you regarded her, and the look in your eyes emboldened her. More than any lingering warmth from the wine. More than any illusion of recklessness that indulging in the drink could possibly hope to induce.

Ganyu's intention had been to invite you to accompany her to a wedding since she had been given the privilege of a guest of her own. Just one wedding.

Perhaps, if she could find the words after, she was planning to ask you to move in with her in the new residential compound at Yujing Terrace since construction was nearing completion. Rex Lapis was personally overseeing it, and she had been allotted an apartment in the compound as a benefit for her service in the newly formed Liyue Qixing.

The apartment that would be hers was far too generous for one occupant, but appropriate for two.

There were many humans who sent out invitations to the adepti as a whole. For births. For the blessing of their newly built houses. For the opening of new shops and the founding of businesses. For engagements. For weddings.

Just like her, you had been invited to celebrate with the humans on many occasions, but you have never accepted.

There was something about having witnessed the many weddings she had that stirred something ravenous in her heart. She did not know her own heart to be particularly movable – which was a trait to be credited to her being part adepti – but there was something in the customs of a marriage that left her with the hunger to overlap with you in a way that was tangible.

Adeptal energy had a signature that only other adepti could identify. Among your people, there was no question of your relationship. Your adeptal energy was evident on her entire body, as hers was on yours. The other adepti could sense it. Some of them could even see it. Even more important than that was they respected it.

However—

When you visited her at the harbour in the temporary office building Rex Lapis had set up for her in her new role in supporting the governance of Liyue, would the humans know that she was yours just by looking? That you were hers? Would they even be able to discern the love that bound the two of you?

Marriage was a custom that the humans created to give importance to the promise of a forever that was attainable for them. Their lives were too short for any forever that spanned more than a hundred years. The adepti never had need of such a practice because any length of forever was entirely within reach.

Even so, Ganyu longed for it – the promise that knits two hearts together, celebrated in the manner that both humans and adepti alike could partake in with joy.

"I would like the two of us to have a wedding of our own to celebrate."

The night seemed to stop in its trek to pass over the orange-pink of the evening. The Geo crystalflies darting about like daytime stars seemed to hear a call to return home since the day was coming to an end. The rocks that made up the Guyun Stone Forest held their breaths. The sea that surrounded the two of you seemed to cease its motion and wait.

The sky and the sea and the stones and all the creatures about waited. Ganyu waited with them.

"Of course, Xiao Yu," you said, detaching your back from the knotwood tree root behind you and leaning in to close the distance. You reached for her across the folding table, scooping her hand up from the lacquered surface to clasp it in yours, and the smile that adorned your face was more brilliant than the rising sun. "In the mortal customs and with the blessing of our people, let's be joined."

Her next exhale flowed easily from her parted lips.

As her breath moved from within her to outside of her, so did any nervousness that gripped her heart. Her chest relaxed with your unhesitating acceptance of her marriage proposal. The realisation that her fretting was unfounded was beginning to dawn on her.

She reciprocated the grip you had on her hand in kind.

You once confessed to her many human lifespans ago, before the thick of the Archon War, that your hands were made only for possessing the things of blood and the things of destruction. Back then, Ganyu had neither the courage nor the eloquence to offer you her own differing opinion. These hands of yours were now lined with scars and hardened in many places from even more battles won, but she firmly believed they were made to hold hers.

She lifted your joined hands to her lips and hoped you understood her just the same.

[iluvajdotcom]

beside the butterfly garden *ೃ༄

volunteering at a butterfly garden honestly has been one of the best experiences of my life. it’s run by this sweet lady that started this big dream a few yrs back, since the area’s covered w/ invasives (japanese knotwood it’s on sight heaux!). 90% of the butterfly population in this area has sadly decreased bc of it. but w/ the help of volunteers, we’re able 2 grow life out of smthn that seems impossible. i recently went w/ my bff & each time i come back the new growth/blooming never ceases 2 amaze me! def would b such a good photoshoot area for summer. & w/ a new raveena album otw… “where the butterflies go in the rain” releasing friday, the vibes will b immaculate. during my time there tdy, i was listening to raveena’s entire discography, mainly her new singles for her upcoming album: “pluto”, “lucky” & “junebug (ft. jpegmafia)”. those 3 songs r literally DEFINING my summer rn. also the poem/song i made was inspired by her!! xoxo ajroxstarrr ^_−☆

[wednesdaygurl]

hi karly!! hope you’ve been enjoying tour :p can i ask what ever happened to yr tattooing venture??!! i had no idea you used to do tattoos - that’s so sick!! when did you start/stop??

Honestly it was too stressful for me, especially the social aspect lol

My sister still tattoos tho @knotwoods on insta

[ainyan]

4. What’s a hobby they used to have that they miss? (For any!)

Kyszarin misses the time he used to take to whittle. When one's a Woods Warder with no more to do than sit amongs the branches and watch for intrusions or disturbances, one finds oneself with an abundance of free-time. He used to find deadfalls and take the most interesting or unique pieces of knotwood he could find, and carve them into wooden toys.

Every few weeks, a bag of said toys would be left at the village to be distrbuted equally amongst the children. The kits of his home never lacked for something to play with - Kys saw to that.

Every now and then, he wonders if they miss those toys. He wonders if another Guardian has taken up the role of providing them. And he wonders where he put his carving tools and if the children of Gridania/Ul'dah/Limsa Lominsa like to play with wooden toys.

Then he gets sidetracked by danger, and puts such thoughts to the side.

But not without a pang for days gone by.

Original Ask Meme

Thank you for the ask!

[thornfield13713]

that ask about Joyeuse and Jehanne has gone

Has it? Damn.

Okay, to sum up most of what it said, then, and add a bit of extra information-

Joyeuse and Jehanne are assigned to the Wardens' other Fereldan base at Soldier's Peak, which didn't get reclaimed by the Wardens from the Dryden family (who were compensated for the loss of their trading post by exclusive supply contracts there) until after the events at Vigil's Keep. Officially, Joyeuse is there so that Warden-Constable Kader (Warden-Commander Kader in some worlds, depending on what the Hero of Ferelden chose to do with herself after the end of the Blight) can say to the Chantry 'look, see, we've got a Templar on hand in case Avernus tries anything funny'. Unofficially...well, as I have repeatedly said, Joyeuse was only ever a Templar in the first place to become a spy for the Collective - she may have joined in the first place specifically to try and rescue her childhood best friend, I'm still working that out - and in practice, she's Avernus's research assistant and blood donor. She goes very pointedly unarmed while within the Peak itself except during mandatory combat drills, because mages tend to get understandably twitchy around even in-name-only ex-Templars.

Warden-Constable Kader, Joyeuse's commanding officer, is also the one responsible for throwing Anders to the wolves. Or rather, the Templars. Her goal in doing this was simple: the Wardens' position in Ferelden was...not exactly shaky, given the runaway popularity of the Hero of Ferelden, but still very new. And if you're hiding an ancient blood mage in your secret research base in the mountains north of the Knotwood Hills, you don't want to give the Chantry any reason to make accusations that might be found out to be true if they look too closely. Or, in worlds where Avernus is dead, don't want to give them any call to make accusations that would make people remember everything people said about Sophia Dryden and her rebellion. Kader is not herself Chantry faithful, but the political standing of the Wardens means more to her than any individual Warden, as they're all going to be dead in a few decades anyway.

[reignitepod]

Episode #5.27 - Knotwood Hills - Darkspawn Inferno

At Knotwood Hills, we find the Darkspawn trying to drag away a member of the Legion of the Dead– Sigrun did not consent. With the Warden’s help, Sigrun returns to Kal’Hirol, the site of some serious darkspawn activity that obliterated her faction of the Legion, leaving only her behind. Here we finally see both sides of the Darkspawn schism push against each other–hurlock against hurlock, genlock against genlock. After winding our way through Kal’Hirol, we find that the Broodmothers are at it again and only we can stop them. Special thanks to Redd Spinks for our new amazing logo as well as to Radek Wade and Echoes of Oblivion for the song World of Thedas, which we use as our theme music.

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