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[torn-ribbons]

-> The faint sound of friendly whistling could be heard in the distance. Was that... Sprout? That sounded like Sprout... - @strawberry-sweetness

The shattered mirror was in the corner, hugging himself and sobbing quietly. Noises? Probably another twisted version of one of his friends.

They have lost their minds to the corrupted ichor. All they do is attack someone who isn’t a twisted. Why is he the only one who hasn’t lost his mind?

[strawberry-sweetness]

...

...

"Sprout, are you occupied...?"

A voice spoke up. Airy, near silent, yet audible enough to hear the following words. But it was unmistakable. Shuffling around the corner into the kitchen-like area. Astro.

He paused his steps, blanket tucked close. They dipped their head, ensuring not to get in the way of the strawberry-like baker. The lunar toon waited patiently, but the melancholic gloom clung to Astro like a second skin. However that had just become the new norm for Astro Novalite.

- @sweetdreamsgardenview

"Oh!" -> The strawberry toon smiles, leaf-like hair twitching slightly in delight. "Astro! Hello! Did you need something, friend?"

[strawberry-sweetness]

-> He smiles brightly and embraces the smaller toon, holding him close and kissing the top of his head. "When did you get here, sweetie? I've been looking all over for you!"

"Cosmo!!!" - @strawberry-sweetness

"Oh..! Hi Sprout!"

-> His anxiety visibly fades as he hurries up to Sprout.

[kitchen-of-the-flesh-glutton]

Well, that cake is a lie.

I wonder what our resident berry boy would think of it?

Resident Berry boy.. Whoever could that mean? The cake ponders on it for a long while, he hasn't seen any ' berry boy ' around here. Not in a good while-

...

not.. in a good while.

he sure wonders that too

he hasn't even thought about him in a long while.. not while asleep.

what would he think of you now..?

The cake tries to reach for the plush, wobbling a bit, though ultimately failed and he decided to stop before he ends up falling over.

Even while twisted, despite everything, this is still a Cosmo.

He misses him.

[maybeiwasjustjade]

Tell me how I went from outlining a long-fic for Little Sprout, and ended up with multiple one-shots instead 😂

What started as a prologue for the verse ended up taking up a whole ass document. Though High Lord meetings are fun to write ngl, even if it was originally meant to be a little tease before jumping back into the past.

Oh well, at least Tamlin and Asterin are cute together.

Little Sprout verse aka the Tamlin healing journey is set approximately eleven years after the events of HOFAS (bare knowledge needed of the book—I used Sparksnote), and mostly follows Tamlin and the rebuilding of Spring in the years after Koschei’s War.

There will be a few one-shots, I think, set in the decade leading up to and during the war that may focus on the journeys of other characters, but most will be about Tamlin. Because I’ve made it my mission to give Tamlin more friends. And a chance for petty revenge against the Night Court. And a pretty wife that isn’t a literal teenager, because we’re not doing that here. He can have a High Lady as a treat. And a Lucien, too.

*Full disclaimer though: none of the fics I write will ever be Rhysand, Mor, Cassian, Amren, or Nessian-friendly, so if that’s not up your alley please move along. Feyre is a toss-up ngl, because she’s so damn young but also the arrogance of youth and all that. So it depends on what mood I’m in when I write my Nesta fics. But all my works are pro Tamlin, Lucien, Nesta, Eris, and kinda Azriel, so make that what you will.

[strawberry-sweetness]

"What's the matter, Astro?"

"It cannot just be me... No, surely not."

[mildmayfoxe]

OK BITCH!!!!!

[mundmutter]

hes grunting & lifting her up. walking away with her to who knows where! / maybe he missed her ...

Eh?

Ehhhhh?

Lifted to her feet in a flash, the Lady sputters in shock, hats openly patting the swordsman's lower back to gain his attention. When that didn't work, she became resigned to her fate as a sack of flour on her boyfriends broad and powerful shoulders.

" Zoro? Zoro?? Where - Ah, where are we going? "

[ncromancer]

@creatureshrieks > Pyramid Head

His new eye had just split out of his forehead, giving him one hell of a migraine. It was noticeable how pale his skin had turned. He had no idea what was going on, the comprehension of having a third eye was making him dizzy. His glasses long gone, cracked and broken by a hit of a monster, he had to squint to read the book he found in the library.

That god awful scraping didn't help his headache either. Whatever was just outside that door, he thought, must've been waiting for him. Pacing back and forth. Finally Mason set his book down, turning to face the door. It was his only way out of this room, and he knew something was out there.

Mason slowly approached the door, willing away the fear that pumped through his veins. Reaching out, he grasped the knob, twisting it and pulling it open just a crack. Despite his original eyes being blurry, that single one in the center of his forehead saw clearly; the Executioner, standing just out of reach of the door. Pyramid Head facing him, making Mason swallow and quickly shut the door again.

Was he safe there? Only god knew at his point.

[veryberrysproutling]

Has anyone else been having a hard time resting? I don't know why, but my head suddenly aches from time to time.

I've been trying to brush it off...but I'm not sure if I can any longer- it could become a bigger problem if such. It did have me curious though...is this a problem for anyone else?

I may just answer asks for the meantime, and see if I feel tired later...

[balladetto]

     These aren’t his hands.

     Staring down at them, at the way the fingers flex, at the way the coverings stretch over the skin, the thought pierces through him again.

     These aren’t his hands.

     He’s a child of the forest. Kokiri, even without a fairy — Kokiri, now that he has Navi. He may be special, but this isn’t— he’s not supposed to be big. He’s not supposed to be grown up. These— these aren’t—

     The hands clench, shaking. The leather warps against them. Seven years. Seven years.

     ( Well, do you understand your destiny?

     Yes.

     What other choice is there? )

     When he leaves the Sacred Realm, blinking back into the Temple of Time, the first place he is told to save is home. The first person he is told to help is a good friend. There are more instructions, some needed item at Kakariko Village, and he listens — as he always does.

     The ocarina is smaller in these hands. He swears the sound, as he blows, is different. He plays Saria's Song to hear her voice, and it's the same high, gentle pitch he remembers; it's the same Saria he heard yesterday, seven years ago.

     Help me, she pleads. Help me, Link!

     He goes: the path set for him. No distractions this time. He does everything right: runs straight to Kakariko, finds hints, chases a gravekeeper's spirit, gets the hookshot.

     He steps into Kokiri Forest at the wrong height.

     Everything is too small. Everyone is too short. They call him mister 'cause they don't recognise him, 'cause he can't be recognised. They talk about Link like that isn't him, and maybe they're right for it.

     ( Don't I know you from somewhere, mister?

     No.

     What other choice is there? )

     He gets rid of the monsters. He asks about Saria. He passes by his house once, twice, and on the third time, stops in all his pacing to look at it. The chalk drawing by the roots hasn't faded. His sign is still there. The curtain has been drawn shut, just as he left it days ago.

     Seven years ago.

     "Are you tired, Link?" Navi asks.

     He climbs the ladder with a body too big for its steps.

     The first thing he notices as he enters is the open window. He must've forgotten to close it. There are leaves scattered by and on his bed, bugs that've settled in his absence, and the blanket has turned a weird yellow. It's a mess. Just as it was beyond the entryway behind him, everything is too small.

     Long legs awkwardly bang on the frame as he dusts his bed off and climbs in. He's not sure where to put everything as he lies down, curled and cramped for the first time in his life here — for the first time his home has ever forced him to be. He can't even rest on his front. Can't even sleep the way he likes. He bunches himself up on his side and squeezes his eyes shut. Navi says something about it looking uncomfortable.

     He doesn't move. The blanket, beneath those hands that aren't his, feels the same as it did the last time he was here, and it's the truth he doesn't want to admit.

     Everything is too small — 'cause everything is the same.

     Everything is the same but him.

     Everything is the same but him.

     He hiccups over a breath that has Navi's warmth fluttering to his forehead, and pretends he can hear more than the quiet of a home that's no longer his.

[strawberry-sweetness]

Cupc aok

"Haha. Figures!"

-> He smiles brightly at you before turning and heading off somewhere into the kitchen to start baking some cupcakes!

"You just wait out there, okay? I'll have these done in a jiffy!"

[byanyan]

🍙+ pork dumpling and beef soon dubu with spicy cucumber salad and marinated soybean sprouts as side dishes.

feed the raccoonㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( accepting )

ㅤㅤ" whoa... "ㅤeyes widening slightly as their gaze flits across the dishes set out before them, byan is, admittedly, taken aback by the amount of food. even when they have had proper meals in the past, it's never really been this much, and certainly not this varied. they almost feel out of place sitting here with all of it laid out like this, free for them to eat — it feels like some mistake has been made, like it was meant for someone else and ended up on the table in front of them by accident.

even so, they're certainly not about to slink away just because they don't feel deserving of it. they're starving, and food is food — if it's within arm's reach, they're having some, especially when it all smells so incredible. they know exactly where to start, too; snatching a set of chopsticks off the table, the teen immediately makes a move for the dumplings, an undisguised eagerness sparkling in their eyes. no bite is taken, they're shoving the entire dumpling into their mouth in one go.

ㅤㅤ" holy shit. "ㅤthe words come out before they've even finished chewing, no hand raising to cover their mouth while they speak as they're already grabbing for a second dumpling. it's good, they mean to say (it's amazing, actually), but the comment is forgotten in favour of aggressively stuffing the next piece of food past their lips. soon enough, their chopsticks are set aside and they're grabbing for a spoon in its stead, their attention set on the soondubu. whatever (limited) inhibitions they might have had before, whatever fear of looking too desperate, it's officially out the window now thanks to the flavour of those pork dumplings — byan is diving in like a starved stray, shovelling the stew into their mouth with a series of appreciative, if incomprehensible, mumbles.

ㅤㅤ" s'fuckin' good. "ㅤno glance is directed jae-hyo's way, no expression of gratitude uttered, but it's clear in the way they devour the food (even as they do pointedly avoid the vegetable side dishes) that they're thankful for it.ㅤ" soondubu could use a little more spice, but... —'re there any more dumplings? i could eat that shit for the rest of my fuckin' life, oh my god. "

[anzu2snow]

Went to Hakata last night for dinner. I got their potato croquettes as an appetizer. The sauce went everywhere and we had to ask for more napkins. I ate one, and had the other for breakfast today. It’s really good. They’re really crisp on the outside, and creamy on the inside. Like mashed potatoes with peas and corn mixed in there. The salad was really good. Different dressing than I expected, but good. The entree comes with kobachi or the pickled bean sprouts, which I love, and miso soup. Their miso soup isn’t very good. Plus, I don’t think soy products are good for me. Especially since my cancer is fed by estrogen, and it converts to that. I got their chickenteridon or chicken teriyaki rice bowl. The bowl was different and interesting. I asked for no onions and they still gave me green onions…I don’t really like chicken thighs. Still had them. It wasn’t too bad. Had the leftovers for lunch today. Had green tea ice cream for dessert.

[asociate]

🥰

[canto-te]

:: Continued from : @moonridge ::

Sprout's tail swayed in time with amused chuckles, arms clasping behind his back before he walked up to stand beside Ozus and look upwards twoards their feathered 'friend'. Though perhaps he would be correct in guessing the term 'friend' was temporarily on hold at the moment.

" I'm afraid Master Halsin taught me not to Lie if i can help it, sorry! Heh, " He paused, looking to the discarded stick before letting out a hum. A hand reached to one of his pouches and rummaged for a moment, pulling out a small yet rather shiny stone which he offered to Ozus.

" Here! Rath told me birds like shiny things once, maybe your little friend does to! "