#location: aspen

[kaliforniaaajenner]

kyliejenner: 🫶🏼🫂♾️

[cleocatrablossy]

Okay so I know that in Gravity Falls those tall white trees with eye markings are almost certainly birch(can’t remember if it was confirmed or not) but to me there is something uniquely terrifying in the thought of them all being aspen trees. Specifically one giant aspen tree that’s just slowly growing new shoots and taking over the woods. And over time the branches get removed- maybe for timber, things run into them, or they just fall off as the canopy covers them completely- and more eyes are made.

[thatone-churro]

had a dream last night that was full of random shit but it was normal enough to not be out of place but the thing that got me was all the gender-fuckery that was going on for me.

like, first off, i renamed myself Aspen. Aspen. i don’t know why (as in why Aspen of all things), but i did.

second off, and the bigger flag, was that throughout the dream, i went in and out of different gendered bathrooms. as in sometimes i went into the boys’ bathroom and others i went into the girls’ bathroom. and i did not question this; it felt normal to me.

and when i woke up and tried to process whatever the hell that dream was, i had the stark feeling that i definitely used at least she/they pronouns but wouldn’t have been surprised if i used anything else.

i don’t know if i changed my appearance that much, but my closet had a ton of feminine clothes (and really small crop-tops and bikinis, which i have NEVER had the confidence to wear frequently), but i also needed to do a LOT of laundry so i guess those were the clothes i didn’t want to wear as much?

and here’s the kicker: literally nobody cared about my gender-fuckery. as in nobody questioned it or made a big deal about it or bothered me about it at all. none of my friends or family or even random strangers really gave a shit. it was nice. pog.

shoutout to dream me for not being able to procrastinate the gender crisis anymore & having a crazy-ass transition that i never even considered myself lol

[dahliaforsims]

Briar & Dalgona Set feat. Bergdorfverse & Off-Line

Download the bag and boots by Bergdorfverse HERE

Download the clothes by Off-Line HERE

Dalgona Tray

Located in Decorative -> Clutter

Dalgona Drink

Located in Decorative -> Clutter

Dalgona Cookie

Located in Decorative -> Clutter

Aspen Earmuffs

15 Swatches

Hat Category

You can find all our content in Build & Buy Mode by searching "Dahlia"

All LODs // Custom Thumbnails // HQ Mod Compatible

Conversion // Do not recolor or convert // Do not re-upload

SUBSCRIBE

SHOP

Connect with us at: Instagram I Pinterest Board I Tumblr I Patreon

[cordeliaculm]

"I don't know you though," Cordelia immediately defended, "So I'm not going to try to pretend I do, haven't met you. I've heard of you; I don't know what parts of it are true, I don't know what parts of it are shit that the Capitol's manufactured to make everyone else feel about it."

She gave a huff, her hands resting on her hips, thumbs catching in her front pockets. A short scoff fell out her lips and she said, "It's not lying – maybe this is off on the wrong foot. I'm Cordelia, I'm from Twelve, I'm an Aquarius, and I don't like to make pre-judgments on people."

She didn't miss the expression right after the tribute had read her name on the ID card; it was a common enough expression when people recognized her, and she wasn't sure she'd get used to it. It was a face that showed that person was playing all her highs and lows through their memory -- or, well, what she considered her highs but were likely just lows for other people. The fact was that she and Aspen had shared some nice moments in the Arena, and that everyone in the fucking country had shared it with them. Still, that didn't bother her quite as much as the judgment did.

"I'm thinking you already know the answer to that," she said. "But I'll give you a hint, there's no policy. I just don't like to be stolen from and then lied to, pretending you don't know who I am." She smiled at her, her expression pleasant though her words were not.

[raincitygirl76]

Becky Aspen is a little black girl for a specific reason, I think

So, @ghost-husbands and I are doing a rewatch of Dead Boy Detectives, one episode per weekend, and I rewatched Ep 1 (The Case of Crystal Palace) this morning.

I think they cast a black child as Becky to show the parallels with Crystal, an older black girl who is also missing. Crystal even draws an explicit parallel between her (so far unknown) parents and Mr and Mrs Aspen when she's talking to Charles. She talks about seeing into their minds and seeing their anguish and fear over their missing daughter Becky, and Crystal fears her own parents are similarly tortured over her (Crystal's) disappearance. And of course, as we find out in Ep 8, Crystal's parents have been so preoccupied with their work they haven't even noticed she's been missing for weeks.

We also see the Aspen house on 2 different occasions (once when Charles and Edwin dress up as police officers to question the Aspens, and at the end of the episode when Crystal and the boys return Becky home). It's a very modest little bungalow, while the Surname von Hoverkrafts are loaded, so they presumably live in some splendour in London. We only get a brief flashback glimpse of the interior of Crystal's parents' home, but it looks big and fancy. Becky has loving parents in a modest house, Crystal has neglectful parents living in style. She'd probably prefer to be Becky.

Also, DBDA was shot on location in Langley, BC, Canada, an exurb of Vancouver, where I live. The actors playing Becky and her parents would've been locals. THese parts aren't big enough for them to cast in LA and fly the actors up to Canada for filming. Vancouver does not have a very big black population. There are black people here, and black actors, but not tons. It would've probably been a bit simpler for the local casting director to cast 3 local white actors as Becky and her parents. Instead they cast 3 black actors. I think Becky was meant to be a black child because Kassius Nelson (who plays Crystal) is black.

Becky was victimized by Esther Finch, and Crystal was victimized by David the Demon. As a result both girls are powerless and trapped. The difference between them is that when Becky gets rescued by Crystal and the boys, she has a loving family to reunite with. Crystal will be even more alone once she regains her memories than she is when she's a terrified amnesiac with no last name.

[blueiscoool]

Archaeologists Find Roman Centurions' Letters in Ancient Animal Cemetery in Egypt

Discovered among the graves of hundreds of cats, dogs and monkeys, the correspondence was likely written by centurions in the first century.

An ancient pet cemetery in Egypt is becoming a gold mine for rare Roman history. Alongside its carefully constructed graves of more than 200 beloved cats, dogs and monkeys, archaeologists have now found letters handwritten 1,900 years ago by Roman centurions stationed nearby.

Though Rome controlled Egypt for centuries—from the year 30 to the mid-600s—few Roman sites still exist in the region, lead researcher Marta Osypińska, an archaeologist at Poland’s University of Wrocław’s Institute of Archaeology, tells Science in Poland’s Ewelina Krajczyńska. The burial ground, which dates back to the first and second centuries, is located in Berenike, a Red Sea port in southern Egypt built by Roman Emperor Tiberius.

Osypińska’s team first discovered the cemetery in 2011, and they’ve been slowly excavating it since then. Among the burials of cats, dogs and exotic monkeys, researchers have found ceramics, Roman coins and now, several letters written on papyrus by military officers who commanded units of Roman legions.

According to a statement by the University of Wrocław, these “priceless sources of knowledge about the ancient inhabitants of Berenike” are from the era of Emperor Nero, a cruel Roman ruler of the mid-first century. During his reign, Berenike was a hub of cross-continental trade, through which goods from India, Arabia and East Africa flowed, Osypińska says in the statement. The port was home to regional merchants, Roman higher-ups in charge of trading and—as historians have long suspected but never before proven—a unit of the Roman military.

The newly-found correspondence contains several names of presumed Roman centurions: Haosus, Lucinius and Petronius. In one letter, Petronius asks Lucinius, who is stationed in Berenike, about the prices of some exclusive goods, Osypińska tells Science in Poland. Petronius writes that he’s sending money via “dromedarius,” a unit of Roman soldiers traveling on camels, and tells Lucinius to provide the soldiers with veal and tentpoles.

Researchers believe ancient Romans likely kept the papyri in a nearby office which was later destroyed, accidentally distributing its contents over the pet cemetery, as McClatchy’s Aspen Pflughoeft writes. Excavators found the papyrus in rolled fragments, which they showed to Rodney Asta, an expert of ancient inscriptions, who pieced together a page approximately one and a half feet long and a foot wide, Osypińska tells Science in Poland. Among the animal graves, researchers have found countless ostracons—pieces of pottery etched with writing—but the papyri are the first paper texts to be found on-site.

The letters are the latest evidence of advanced Roman trade to be found in the cemetery, per the statement: The skeletons of several buried monkeys, recently identified as macaques native to India, show that Romans imported non-utilitarian animals across oceans. These primates, along with long-haired cats and miniature dogs, were “elite pets,” and many were buried with toys, ceramics or other animal companions.

As Osypińska notes in the statement, it may seem difficult to reconcile the image of commanders of an ancient foreign legion with such animals, which were “treated as family members.”

“However, our findings unequivocally show that the military elite surrounded themselves with elite pets and led an exclusive lifestyle,” she adds.

By Sonja Anderson.

[vulgrados-best]

OFFSCREEN POST

Angel of Death - Part 1

An inane situation that Miguel can only summarize as ‘some secondary location bullshit.’ A single cell tower ping after Maple had apparently been gone for 2 fucking weeks. Thankfully Z had managed to triangulate it or something, probably to do with satellite handshakes like the pings they got from that missing plane that went into the ocean. Mental tangents everywhere! Yippee! Whatever. Miguel doesn’t pretend to understand cell towers and how it can literally just ping once. Wouldn’t that imply the phone had been intentionally turned on? Or did it just finally get signal for a moment?

The details don’t matter but it was a ping that came from the middle of nowhere and here they are in some fuckass ruins.

They find Maple towards the center of the… fuck what even was this place before it became like this? They’ll have to ask Jaime later. Maple is laying on some ruins and next to her is some… deeply unsettling old man. What catches Miguel’s attention is the fact that Tami is… also there. What is going on?

The old man doesn’t turn to face the group of teens who’ve come to get their friend, instead just continuing to look down at Maple. They give no indication they even realize everyone’s arrived, although Tami is already looking directly at them. 

The absol’s gaze trails across the entire group, stopping to stare at Esper– causing the girl to nervously scooch closer to Victoria— before she softens and turns to look at the unconscious Maple as well. 

It’s hard to tell what Z was thinking behind the grey mask and hexagonal glasses that obscured her face, but the furrow of her brow was unmistakable. Hands shaking, she looked to the others for some sort of reassurance.

Beside her, Jaime caught her hesitation and offered a gloved hand to her. She silently took it into her own and nodded, holding it tightly. 

“So,” Jaime speaks out to the man. His expression seems unwaveringly determined, without a hint of fear in his voice. Miguel wondered how much of that was him suppressing it behind a brave face. “We finally meet face-to-face.”

“I suppose we are face to face, in a sense,” the man says, still not turning to look at the group as they brush some hair off of Maple’s face with a wrinkled hand, causing Miguel to tense. “There is much for us to talk about. Where should I begin?” 

Why was Tami being… So calm? A stirring familiarity blossoms in Miguel’s chest… What does this remind them of?

Esper shifts uncomfortably in place, her hands fiddling with her cane as she piped up, “Pr– Preferably from the beginning? Or where ever would be best for us to... understand whatever you wish to tell us?”

Flynn casts a glance over to Miguel, a deep frown on his face before turning his attention back to the old man.

Miguel catches Flynn’s eyes and gives a small nod, an acknowledgement of the strangeness of the situation. Something is wrong here. Why is there a sinking dread with a taste of home? Why do they feel like they’re 13 all over again?

Aspen swallows, gnawing on his bottom lip for a few moments. His eyes are trained on Maple until he rips his gaze away from her, forcing it to sweep across the rest of their little gang. His foot continues to tap restlessly, and he returns his focus to the old man.

“Right. The beginning… Well, the beginning of it all was quite a long time ago. Are you sure you’d like to start there?” The old man finally looks out towards the group. His eyes are blue, entirely so except for bright white pupils, an eerie glow illuminating every wrinkle of his aged face. 

It is at that moment where Miguel realizes exactly who this old man is. A scene they have replayed in their head over and over. Maple asleep in her bed, Miguel unable to sleep, a stranger at the window, the wilted flowers, and those goddamn eyes. All of it clicks into place and Miguel feels all at once like they’re going to throw up and like they’re gonna need to break something. That damn spectre.

Sitting in front of the group after so long of existing behind the mask of a screen is Anjo Da Morte.

Esper stumbles over her words as she tries to maintain eye contact with the man, “Ah– Well… Start… Start where you think is best?”

“Why don’t we start with why you’re here.” Miguel growls out, hands curled into fists at their side. “Did you decide to check up on your prey?” 

Victoria eyes the teen at her side. “Calm yourself, Caldeira.”

Miguel’s mind floods with a storm of thoughts, none of them entirely coherent. They figure that Victoria must be able to hear it, the outpour of visceral images. Their nightmares play layered on top of one another. Vullaby, Blue Eyes, Rot. A garden decimated by an unknown disease, a man at the window, the taste of blood. Sensory input with no clear sense that repeats itself in a whirlwind, like a record that keeps skipping, like a scab that is torn open again and again never allowed to heal, like a snake eating its own tail. Where does it stop? Where does it end? Where does it begin? 

“Careful with the demands, Miguel,” Anjo Da Morte says, laughing as if they’re teasing a friend. “You’re always so hostile. Don’t you know that aggressive dogs get muzzled?”

Their mind goes a sharp blinding blank, like a muzzle flare from a gun. “You son of a bitch!” Miguel can’t help themself, not after what happened this last autumn. They launch themself at Anjo Da Morte, even as their instincts tell them that it's a stupid thing to do. Their fist the bullet of the mishandled weapon. 

But when Miguel’s knuckles make contact something is… something is… Within the space of their own head, Miguel collapses. It’s like they shut down. Zacian takes control as a thick feeling of dread chokes them. This is not a man. This is not anything like a man, it feels like punching a bag of sand. And maybe Miguel already knew that this thing wasn’t right, but to have it confirmed like this was… Lach it’s bad.

Anjo Da Morte slumps backwards, almost unnaturally so, like a mannequin left without any support. They don’t move, they don’t even breathe, almost like a humanoid doll. 

Esper slaps her hands over her mouth as she stares at both Miguel and the man in horror, her eyes darting between the two.

Flynn opens his mouth to speak before closing it, opening it, and then closing it again at a loss for words.

Again, it’s hard to tell what Z is thinking behind the mask. The grip on Jaime’s hand tightens.

“Anjo da Morte, it’s an honor.” Zacian’s posture straightens like a swordsman preparing for a duel, as they spit out feigned respect.

Until it's not anymore. 

There’s a moment of silence before Anjo Da Morte sits up. It’s loose, like a stuffed toy being propped up. They don’t move like a person. They still don’t breathe, yet despite that, they laugh. Their lungs don’t move, it doesn’t come out of their body, but Anjo Da Morte still laughs. It echoes impossibly throughout everyone’s skulls.

Anjo Da Morte sits completely still. Completely lifeless. 

The figure of the old man twists and shifts until it’s something entirely new. A new form busting its way through a mockery of human flesh, feathers pushing through skin like a butterfly breaking its cocoon. Finally, in the chaos, a new form slowly emerges, until what stands in the ruins is no longer a man, but the form of a legendary pokemon instead. 

How much difference is there between a god and an angel, anyways? 

“Aw, hell no—” Z squawks out, “We ain’t fuckin’ doin’ this.” She tries to pull Jaime’s arm back, but he doesn’t budge. Keeping her eyes on the legendary Pokemon, she lets go of his hand and begins to slowly back away. 

Jaime, meanwhile, locks eyes with the angel of death, frozen in place in a mix of fear, awe, and reverence.

Flynn audibly swears, his hands shaking as takes a step back, glancing between the others and the being before them.

In the sea of emerging chaos Zacian’s body shakes. Every bit of self preservation tells him that there is no surviving something like this. That pure, unfiltered dread threatens to drowns even him.

Yveltal lets out a loud screech, shaking the ruins and causing small rocks to fall from their walls. As if a command, Maple’s body suddenly shoots up, standing like a soldier in front of the god. Though it is Maple’s body, Yveltal is clearly in control, her eye shines the exact same unnatural blue.

Victoria’s hardened gaze rises from the puppeted Maple to the rearing head of the deity before her. Her brother instinctively steps in front of her, holding out his other arm protectively. 

Esper freezes, her face growing impossibly pale as tears begin to well up in her eyes– her entire body quivering like a leaf.

Should someone do something? What can be done? This feels like the worst outcome.

The Legendary pokemon begins to take to the sky, dust and debris sent flying by each powerful wing beat, yet despite the force of the wind the body of Maple stands completely still. Yveltal lets out another loud screech, and begins to speak through Maple’s voice. 

“Si la violence est votre langage, je le parlerai,” she says, utterly calm, before the stillness is broken as she rushes towards Jaime, dragging the group into a fight. 

Continued in Part 2

[kaliforniaaajenner]

kyliejenner: cozy in new @/khy faux fur dropping tomorrow 9am PT on khy.com 🥹🥹

[follied-dreams]

[ Break from Ask Responses to concept out Dreamers Hollow. A large, odd tree in the middle of the aspen forest. The elevator doesn't (currently) stop at this location, but you can access it from Eternal Limbo. If Folly lets you. ]

[prettiestboytoy2]

Okay I am trying to avoid being political here but I am getting increasingly bad at it and world keeps getting more dystopic every day so my hand is forced here.

I doubt anyone missed LA fire storm. There are many reasons why it happen and how did it got so bad but I am gonna focus on the water scarcity one. Contrary to belief of some morons - no, you cannot use SEA water for putting down the flames.

To the point. Everything boils down to two individuals - Stewart Resnick and his wife Lynda Resnick. A pair of VERY rich entrepreneurs from California who just happen to own gigantic share of its Farming land and what's more relevant here - water rights to it. Long story short:

No matter what they had - like every rich person ever - they wanted more. So in 1994 they gathered their many powerful people into one room and crafted "Monterey Agreement". Which effectively re-wrote California water-management policy to prioritize landowners and their farms during times of drought, over the cities. Which means that cities had to later buy water from private owned reservoirs - with huge mark up. Effectively causing water shortage.

Most popular brands owned by Resnicks under - hold your seats - A WONDERFUL COMPANY are : Fiji Water, POM wonderful and Halos mandarins.

They also own very large estate in Beverly Hills that I won't disclose precise location of, because I will likely get banned, but you can easily find it with some googling. But considering circumstances they are likely to reside now in their second home in Aspen - Colorado.

[loveryss]

Aspen's various sleeping locations 💤

[griffinxgallo]

Location: Avery's Place Status: Closed @averyxhart

Text. No answer. Text, no answer. More texts, more no answering. Now he was worrying. He got Aspen to watch the kids as he jumped in the truck and made his way over to her apartment. He stood outside her door and hesitated, what if something was seriously wrong? What if she was at work right now. He shrugged it off and knocked, "Avery? Avery, it's me are you home? Answer your door babe. Its' me, Griffin."

[ravenclan-arc]

"A Raven's Calling" Clan's Territory Map

Scroll for more information about the territories! (This map may update or change)

About the territories: There are five clans in total, each clan lives in a unique environment suited for their skills. The territories vary in size with Owlclan being the largest and Ravenclan being the second. However, there are hardly any disputes over borders as Owlclan has open borders with their allies Ospreyclan and Vultureclan, and Ravenclan and Hawkclan have more land located at the far side of their territories which can be utilized when necessary. The other clans allowed Ravenclan to move into the territory not only because it was Starclan's will but because the other clans have no interest in Ravenclan's territory.

Ravenclan: Ravenclan's territory is located inside a thick oak forest with large twisted roots and giant ancient oaks that reach high above the canopy. The forest was once considered too dangerous for cats to live in with the many predators and dangers lurking within the forest. The clan's camps is found inside of a grotto, the entrance can be found next to a giant ancient oak in the side of a small cliffside. There is a small creek that flows into the territory and into the grotto tunnels. Ravenclan shares borders with Hawkclan and Vultureclan.

Hawkclan: Hawkclan's territory is located on a rough plains environment with scattered trees; oak and cottonwood trees, large boulders, and a river running through it. Hawkclan's camp is found tucked inside some large boulders with burrows under the rocks, when the weather is nice they sleep in the clearing of their camp. Hawkclan uses the wide open plains for hunting, they are also skilled at climbing the tall cottonwood trees and attacking from above. They share a border with Ravenclan and Ospreyclan.

Owlclan: Owlclan's territory is found in a quaking aspen forest with scattered sycamore trees. There are many tree stumps and fallen trees in the territory as it was once the location for a lumbermill. Their camp is located in the clearing of the abandoned lumbermill, their dens are made inside hollow logs and stumps. There is old twoleg equipment left behind but it is old and rusted, twolegs have not returned for it. Owlclan is nocturnal. Owlclan cats are solitary hunters and often only hunt at night. They share a border with Vultureclan and Ospreyclan, their borders are open to their allies.

Vultureclan: Vultureclan is located on a mountain side with an evergreen forest spanning across the territory. The terrain is rough and littered with boulders and rock with small cliffs leading up the side of the mountains. Vultureclan has made their camp inside the side of the mountain in small caves with cliff ledges overlooking the territory below. Vultureclan cats hunt in large groups, they will often attack large predators and steal food from them. They share borders with Owlclan and Ravenclan.

Ospreyclan: Ospreyclan's territory is found located near a hotsprings and large and small bodies of water. There is a small chunk of plains on their land, it is unknown what Ospreyclan uses it for as they prefer the rocky terrain of the Hot Springs. However, Ospreyclan cats are known for their adaptation, they seem to be suited for almost any environment. They hunt freshwater prey in the lake, pond, and rivers located on their territory, they hardly ever hunt mammals. Their camp is located behind a waterfall inside a small cavern, it is reached by using the stones in the small lake. There is a chasm found on the territory that looks down into the Mooncrystal Cavern, not much can be seen looking down into it and it is considered extremely dangerous because of the large drop and waterfalls leading down into it.

Mooncrystal Cavern: The Mooncrystal Cavern can only be reached through a tunnel system, the entrance is located inside the gorge. Medicine cats and leaders are the only cats permitted inside, mostly because any normal cat would get lost inside the winding tunnels. It is a long, dark walk to the cavern. The cavern is large with pools of water and running rivers inside of it. Waterfalls cascade down from the chasm above located in Ospreyclan. In the center of the cavern is the Mooncrystal, a large white crystal that shimmers like starlight when the moon hits it. The crystal is surrounded by water but can be reached by using the stones scattered in the water, rocks surround the crystal.

The Quarry: An old abandoned quarry is where the clans hold their gatherings. The quarry is large with multiple paths leading down into it, the biggest opening is located near Ravenclan. In the center of the quarry there is a large spire of stone where each of the leaders sit during a gathering. The Mooncrystal Cavern entrance is located inside the quarry, cats are forbidden from entering unless they are a Medicine cat or Leader.

Twoleg Settlement: The Twoleg Settlement is located across the Thunderpath from the clan territories, the closest clan is Ravenclan. The closest part of the settlement is small but gets large the further you travel through it. The settlement is known for its fishing, there are many boats out on the lake. Twolegs are often seen giving away fish to animals or other twolegs near the shore.

The Vast Lake: The Vast Lake is not an ocean, but the other side cannot be seen. Cats keep there distance from the lake as during the warmer seasons it is always busy with Twolegs and boats.

Abandoned Lumberyard: The Abandoned Lumberyard was once a running lumbermill but was abandoned during a flood from the mountains. Twolegs have not returned and there is leftover equipment and cut trees still there in the forest. The Owlclan cats use the stacks of cut lumber for their camp as well as the many tree stumps left behind.

Twoleg Farm: The Twoleg Farm is located past the Clover Meadows. It has large fenced pastures filled with all kinds of animals; horses, cattle, donkeys, goats, and sheep. There are small fields of different plants growing on the far side of the farm, large monsters tear up the fields during certain seasons. Cats keep their distance, the monsters aren't the only dangers on the farm.

Junkyard: The Junkyard is located near Vultureclan across the Thunderpath. There is a large silver barrier with sharp barbs that goes around the entire place. It is filled with dead monsters, Twoleg junk, and dangerous materials. The Junkyard is home to many rogues and loners, Twolegs are often seen roaming the yard as well.

Hot Springs: The Hot Springs are located in Ospreyclan territory, the water comes from the mountains and lake located behind Ospreyclan territory. The hot Springs have no living prey in them but can be useful in the cold seasons for melting ice and warming cats who are freezing or have aching joints.

Clover Meadows: The Clover Meadows are filled with white clover and other wildflowers. The meadow is located along Ravenclan's and Hawkclan's south border. It is open territory, it belongs to neither clan and is often used for collecting herbs.

The Valley: The Valley leads down into a large open plains. It is considered extremely dangerous as the valley is full of animals such as elk, deer, bison, and goats which attract predators. On the far side of the valley is a ridge of mountains, no cat has ever been that far.

Thunderpath/Bridge: The Thunderpath runs along Ravenclan and Vultureclan. While it is quite large and dangerous, monsters are few on the path. Cats typically avoid the path completely but clans like Vultureclan will often cross it in search of herbs and prey. There is a bridge in Vultureclan territory that the monsters travel over to get across the small river running through Vultureclan.

[iloveladybuglucy]

Sugar-Coated Candyman

new rarepair dropped! i want to incorperate not-so-common ships in my au so after looking through the cc wiki, i found the Cute Waitress and knew she had to be David's partner :)

facts ab them/their familiy under the cut!

David and Rosie (aka Cute Waitress) met by chance when David stopped by the café she works at to grab a quick lunch on his way back from town. the two struck up a conversation and David was almost instantly smitten. during the school year when camp wasn't in-session, David found himself frequenting the café daily with a reluctant Max in tow (he'd been adopted at this point) and before they knew it, David and Rosie were openly flirting while Max gagged in the background

this went on for nearly an entire year until Gwen basically forced them to go out on a date after hearing through Max how painfully corny they were being. the dinner itself was quiet and a bit awkward; David was clearly not able to talk up a lady, and Rosie was naturally quiet and shy. however, it was after they'd finished dinner and headed down to the lake in the comforts of the setting sun, chirping crickets, and warm breeze that they were finally able to unwind and spent hours talking and enjoying each other's company. after that, their dates became more frequent and made things official not long after.

max was initially iffy about Rosie. he didn't necessarily hate her per se, he was just convinced she was missing a screw because she was willingly with David of all people. Rosie of course treats Max with nothing but kindess and never over-stepped/forced him to call/see her as his mom.

Rosie will often bring Max home his favorite pastries (double-chocolate chip muffins are his kryptonite) and even packs his lunch for him. the first few times, he was genuinely confused by the gesture.

if David and Rosie's wedding was a strange time for Max, then Rosie announcing she was pregnant was a huge adjustment period for him. he'd gotten used to things being just him, David, and Rosie, with Gwen occasionally joining the family for dinner. he wasn't super thrilled at first and held a grudge against his eventual newborn brother, Aspen. it didn't take too long for Max to warm up to Aspen though and won't hesitate to curbstop anyone who dares hurt him.

Rosie and David enjoy being outdoors and their dates/anniversaries often consist of, surpise surprise, going camping at various locations.

Max had beef with a literal newborn for a short while, but now they're besties and love each other sm

aaand their bio kiddo's turnaround sheet!

Aspen

Nickname(s): N/A

Name meaning: Trees of the same name

Parent(s): David, Rosie (aka Cute Waitress)

Age: Teenager (15)

Gender: Male

Backstory/Personality:

Painfully shy and socially awkward, Aspen contrasts greatly compared to his sociable, friendly father, David. Aspen is a camp counselor in-training, but secretly hates the job but doesnt have it in him to tell his father. Despite being the oldest camper, Aspen is picked on by the other kids and pretends to not care or notice. He’s a lot more aware than he lets on but chooses to hold in his true feelings to keep from causing tension among the others. Similar to his father, Aspen rarely swears- only when he’s very upset and/or confused.

[vandaliatraveler]

Debby swept through the area on Friday. Yesterday, all that remained of the storm was a strong, steady breeze. Few things will connect you to nature more quickly than the wind riffling through aspen leaves. The quaking aspen (Populus tremuloides) in Canaan Valley is part of a disjunct population located well south of its normal northerly range. The high elevation of the valley allows species normally found much farther north to thrive here. Along the Middle Ridge Trail in the Canaan Valley National Wildlife Refuge.