#soggy boggy??

[gotyouanyway]

thinking about wynter again and what did andred mean by this actually??

ANDRED: Oh. Of course. How could I have missed that? Teranwynterestimount of the Arcalian Chapter, working his way up all these years, stabbing everyone in the back who would get in his way.

was he just making things up to be annoying or did he really know something about wynter? like, idk how wynter would’ve worked his way up when he just graduated from the academy (what does working your way up within the academy look like?). but how else would he get on romana’s radar for promotion? what put him on ANDRED’S radar?? what did he do??

[sammypog]

chat is there a moby-dick fandom i need ishmael fanart

[vacantgodling]

where else would i get a description such as

A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly […]

i need to add boggy soggy to my vocabulary immediately

[lonely-queer-avatar]

give him back. now.

- you bloody well know who from

he just wanted you to be safe....

[moby-dick-one-sentence-at-a-time]

A boggy, soggy, squitchy picture truly, enough to drive a nervous man distracted.

1 billion notes and i free him

[freshlybakedfeline]

dougy.... gogyg.... soggy......... boggy

for @largefluffydog!!! ty again <333

[fitzs-space]

Somehow, and hell If I could tell you how the soggy sack of a guy that is Tango somehow has managed to never technically lose any of his time. Sure he'd been killed twice, so -2 hours there, but with both boggie kills he got that time right back [think he also has an extra 30 minuets due to some miscredited kill, unless if they fixed that]. Somehow he has managed to be one of the players with the most time on his hands.

But we know the narrative that follows Tango, right. Just constantly dying in the most insignificant way, just a footnote for the rest of the carnage. So it would be fitting for his win to be just as insignificant.

If Tango wins it will be because everyone else's time just ran out first. His win wouldn't be something gained through a final fight, or a gift of thanks, It would just be from not managing to die first.

[lonely-queer-avatar]

thank you for joining our cause!

the fog is thick here...

you dont see much.

keep going?

or should you give up

-🌫️

You know, I’d assumed you’d know my mind when I’d entered

Good to know I’m wrong

[banefolk]

Today in the poison garden:

Japanese water iris (iris ensata)

This tiny iris with big showy blooms is native to Japan, China, Korea, and Russia where it has been valued as an ornamental flower for the past 500 years, possibly much longer. Today many varieties are available. Iris ensata is a perennial that likes full sun and moist, boggy, slightly acidic soil. It’s a good plant for pond edges or soggy parts of your yard. Hardy in USDA zones 4-9.

Caution: Irises contain multiple toxins that can cause skin irritation if the plant juices touch skin or mucus membranes and cause abdominal pain, vomiting, and diarrhea if ingested. The rhizomes contain the highest concentration of toxins. Iris poisoning is not deadly to humans, just very unpleasant, but they can cause serious illness or death to pets and livestock if ingested.

[gotyouanyway]

WYNTER!!

[iamalycats]

Soggy Boggy Skelly

Lil Guy

[obsessivevoidkitten]

I desperately need name ideas for a soggy froggy boggy boi.

[lonely-queer-avatar]

i hate how i cant even let myself out of my own domain

[cosmmicdancer]

@fruityindividual our discussions of bogman rj lupin sparked things in my brain so I humbly present to you 'remus lupin vs. the bog'

He should have known better really, his Da would be so disappointed in him, after all those years traipsing together through woods, fields, mountains, and bogs. 

It had been a beautiful day, you see, the kind you long for on cold winter nights. The sun had shone, the sky was a wash of blue, and a choir of birds had followed him on his walk down to the river. He’d been waiting for a day like this for weeks to finally get out to try and track down the otter family, he’d discovered last summer. So, when he’d woken up this morning to streams of sunlight on his face, he knew where he needed to go. 

In his rush though, he’d neglected to leave a note for Sirius, who’d already left for work, or check that the forecast would stay clear and sunny.  This was Wales and as is want of the Welsh weather, whilst Remus had been wandering about the river banks (shoes off, socks on, feet…soggy) in search of his otters he had failed to notice the mist rolling in and the increasing bogginess of the ground.

That’s how he had found himself, knee-deep in mud, mist shrouding him from any passers-by, completely, and utterly stuck. To top it all off, not only did he not tell anyone where he was going, but he had also left his wand at home. He can picture it now, sitting on the bathroom counter where he’d abandoned it after half-heartedly trying to fix the constant drip of the bathroom tap. So apparating was out of the question, and upon attempting to wiggle his legs out of the mud, so was getting free the muggle way.

He had no idea how long he’d been stuck for, but was beginning to formulate a (in his opinion brilliant) plan to teach apparation to the curious blackbird who'd been hopping around him for a while, head twitching as if unsure if he was a tree or a particularly oversized worm. 

When somewhere in the mist he heard the unmistakable sounds of a motorbike. This seemed rather fanciful given the lack of nearby roads however, Remus realised with immense relief that a certain Sirius Black was not the owner of a normal motorbike. 

He began to shout as loud as possible, waving his arms about his head in a frenzy. The blackbird, clearly alarmed at this development, quickly flew away. Eventually after several minutes of frantic yelling, the beam of a headlight came towards him and Sirius pulled his motorbike into a hover besides Remus. 

“Now this is quite the situation you've got yourself into Moony,” Sirius remarked, clearly having a hard time from not laughing at the scene before him. 

“I was really close to getting myself out…honest,” Remus said, sheepishly squelching as he tried shifting his legs. 

“I did have a plan at least,” he conceded, after Sirius stared at him unconvinced. 

“I'm sure you did sweetheart,” Sirius said, and Remus preened inwardly at the agreement. Already planning his next trip out, to find the blackbird and test his apparition theory. 

“Right, let's get you out of this mess,” Sirius said, and with a quick flick of his wand Remus’ legs had come free and he clambered onto the back of the motorbike. 

It was only as he was squelching up to their front door that it occurred to him that he had no idea how Sirius knew where to find him. 

“Oh, after the mountain rescue, and the Spanish cave incident, Lily suggested I put a tracking spell on your walking socks so if you weren't home by dinner I would be able to come look for you,” Sirius shrugged, opening the front door. 

“And you can stop right there, if Padfoot can't track mud through the house, neither can you.” Sirius continued, walking into the house. 

“Ah, yeah ok that seems fair,” Remus agreed, it wasn't his fault he found himself in these situations, he didn't think he'd need a map to climb that mountain and that cave definitely didn't look as deep as it had been! 

“Come on, bogman, let's get you cleaned up” Sirius said fondly, and they made their way inside. 

[written-baubles]

No Sight

Abriel allowed his mind to sink into Su's, allowed the snake to take control. Inside the sketched lands, it was always safer to trust the instincts of his strongest bond animal. The problem with that was always the other side. Su was a jealous creature, and he didn't like giving up his human's mind once he had it.

The strangest part was the inbetween stage, when Su's stomach began to rumble and his mind began to wander. During those times, Abriel twilight felt himself and Su all at once. His belly liked the feeling of slinking over the northern ground. It was soft but not soggy. The pine needles tickled and the cones massaged, and there weren't sudden thorns like in the soggy boggy southern lands. His real belly was pretty angry if Su had forgotten to make him walk instead of slink, and felt itchy and sore. If Su was near to shedding, the itchiness was unbearable. He'd learned never to travel into the Sketch Lands before Su shed. He didn't need more scars made by his own itching fingernails.

His tongue tasted vibrations his belly missed. Here was the pine forest, and the way piney air bounced told him how near to the den house they were. He could taste the swishing place where Penda, his bond panther, paced and growled and waited for a time to steal back the mind she loved as much as Su. His tongue frequently touched Tic, the housecat, because he always rumbled purrs and Su always followed the comforting vibrations. Sometimes Abriel's real tongue touched Tic's fur, but more frequently Su's scales. These tongue touches shocked Su more than Abriel. Somehow, the gagging sense of fur or the repeated realization that someone could taste *him* alarmed Su enough to remember to check his human. Was he safe, fed, warm? Even without Penda's maternal worrying, he wasn't ever in any true danger of neglect. Just misunderstanding. Abriel never came to himself without wishing for a well of water, both for a bath and a tongue cleansing.

But hearing was always his own. Once he'd learned how to understands the sounds, Su loved Abriel's human ears. That somehow made it the strangest and most embarrassing of all. With Su's mind wrapped around his, making it impossible for his brain to swiftly process any of his own senses, it could moments or minutes or hours or days before he finally understood a word he heard. Abriel was haunted by whispering of staring children and their blunt comments. He was embarrassed to know the same elderly lady came and tsked at him every evening and had Penda's help in convincing Su to let her clean Abriel up, and sometimes dress him. When he came to, she pretended to be as blind as Su and unable of knowing. And he pretended to be surprised to find her. But mostly he found comfort in the pattering sounds of the foxes and the clanking of the railway.

Once, Su never let Abriel go until he was to hungry to pay attention. That was why Abriel would delay traveling if Su had eaten that month. But now he slowly let go of Abriel's senses, sight last only because Su favored the ability to see more than anything else. He liked the feeling of slowly reawakening to the world.

[c-kiddo]

Very silly request but I’m writing a story about Scottish wildcats (kind of a warriors ripoff but with more autism) and wanted to ask- what sort of landscape and nature details would make you immediately go “yup that’s Scotland”

itsnot silly, thats kinda fun :-o !

for wildcats, they live in the moorlands and woodland edges, mostly in the highlands where it's not really populated as much, but not high altitudes. they stay sheltered too, so not on the coasts.. so basically to answer your question: heathery moorlands with the dark black soil and big lichen-y outcroppings and boulders left from glaciers n things, patches of very mossy boggy rainforest with old short trees .. also woodland with birch and hawthorn and scots pine and blaeberries and lichen all over the forest floor. burns (its a stream) with tiny waterfalls and bracken and ferns on the sides, and vry clear but orange-red tinted water, from the peat and iron n stuff. little lochs too. and even with the cats staying in sheltered places, the bens in the distance or towering above them if they're in a glen :-3 thats all super super quintessential scotland landscape to me .. other details could be birds of prey flying around, like buzzards are vry common to hear.. the deer of course, pine martins and grouses and eagles and little newts and red squirrels. lots of wind and rain. everything is very wet pretty much all of th time, thats why i mention so much watery things, lochs and burns and moorland.. it is soggy :-3 lol