#sugarcane the light

[animpolwade44]

Who knows meme arts are fun lol

Anyway, Cranachan Cookie and Sugarcane Cookie have polar opposite personalities..

@lemonzestyyyyy

[crazybooklover0]

I've got the notes on what they announced for the next update:

-Trial chambers

corridor that leads to different rooms w/ supply chests

new structure

lots of variation

each chambers feels different

new decorative blocks - new type of chiselled brick?

new copper bulbs - lighting sources.

when oxidized it gets dimmer

copper grates - semi transparent block - ages w/ copper?

includes spawners, blocks around spawner indicates what mob s spawning

new type of spawner - Trial Spawner

adapts based on amount of players in fight

only a limited amount of spawns

has a cooldown - once it spawns all the mobs it it has a cooldown before it can spawn them again

New Mob: The Breeze

Uses wind to fight

Wind charge: burst of energy, doesn't deal damage when blasting things away, but does damage when colliding, interacts w/ buttons & trapdoors

AUTOMATED CRAFTING

bonemeal on sugar cane? <- not confirmed but hinted at? "wish this sugarcane could grow taller than me quickly!" "wait and see"

[seonghwalazia]

cradled. | Seonghwa/Reader | kinktober 04.

» summary: It’s one of those nights where all you want is to turn off your brain for a while. Conscious thought falling blissfully to the wayside, making way for nothing save a pretty head feeling as though it’s stuffed with cotton, unaware of any anxieties or stress.

» pairing: Mommy!Park Seonghwa / AFAB!Reader

» rating: Explicit

» content warning for pwp, mommy kink, dirty talk, praise kink, petnames, vaginal sex, nipple play, finger sucking, light dom/sub

» author's note: this was so rushed im so sorry i ended up hating everything i wrote (￣ ￣|||) prompts today were mommy kink + finger sucking

» ao3 link

His hands are gentle, where they cradle your cheeks. Thumbs sweeping along your cheekbones softly; a barely-there caress that makes your insides knot and twist. It’s a strange combination, you find yourself thinking, as you sink further into the mussed sheets of your bed. Seonghwa holds you as though you are infinitely precious, something to be treasured; and yet you could crawl right out of your skin and into his by the way he effortlessly makes you writhe.

It’s one of those nights where all you want is to turn off your brain for a while. Conscious thought falling blissfully to the wayside, making way for nothing save a pretty head feeling as though it’s stuffed with cotton, unaware of any anxieties or stress. Pampered, spoiled; no awareness save the delicious courtesy of Seonghwa’s loving touch - cradling and bruising in equal measure, dragging you to your brink over and again until all you can manage is to breathe his name.

He croons sweet words of praise when you clench around him, breath gasping out when his fingers idly play with your clit. Laying abed with you pressed into his chest, a leg thrown over his hip to better devour you. Plucking delectable sounds from your throat, heat coursing through your veins; your hips jerk forward to chase his touch, to unravel the knot in your core. He stretches you perfectly; pretty cock thrust deep into your dripping heat, barely moving his hips or fucking you in earnest. Seonghwa is content to watch you with heavy-lidded eyes, groaning at the tightened sheathe wrapped around his length. He pushes back your hair to better see your eyes, hazy and wide; his smile turns sweet at the sight, head leaning down until he can press a kiss against your sweat-slicked forehead.

“Angel,” he whispers, fingertips swirling around your clit until your thighs tense and a low keen slips past your teeth, “you feel so good around me. Do you like being filled with mommy’s cock, sweet girl?”

You cannot hope to find your breath, not with arousal making your veins feels tight and the pulse in your cunt deepening with his every word. Instead you nod, eager and honest, looking up at him through damp lashes and clenching around him with a low moan.

He smiles, sweet as sugarcane, and presses a kiss to your brow, your nose, your cheek. Lingers just above your mouth, his breath fanning over you in a tantalizing tease. Your back arches, chasing his mouth and the promise of his kiss, needy for the feel of him against your lips. Even still, Seonghwa denies you; low laughter your answer when he shifts his hips and arches his back, spearing himself deeper within your heat until you swear for a moment there are stars across your vision.

A hand to the back of your head brings you forward, cradled to his chest. Your eyes flutter shut at the enveloping feeling of safety, moaning brokenly for mommy as his hands wander and his words breathe life back into you. “Sweet girl, pretty girl, angel.”

Your lips part as you breathe deep, his scent filling your senses. His skin is damp but soft, smelling clean with the undercurrent of perfume and the slight musk of sweat. Heavy on your palate, your mouth drags lazy kisses across his chest as his fingers work between your thighs, dragging you slow as melting ice to the edge. Shifting hips and lazy kisses, your mouth finds a hardened nipple. Your lips close around the bud eagerly, tip of your tongue flicking over it in a facsimile of his fingers. 

His high gasp makes victory surge through you, moaning unashamedly at the feel on his beneath your tongue. Seonghwa’s hips stutter, thrusts turning harder when you suck on his nipple, cheeks hollowed and hands gripping tight to his trim waist. You suck and nip and lick ardently, leaving his skin wet and shining. Laving the flat of your tongue over it, teeth scraping just so; his nipple is dark and hard and your smile is victorious when his fingers pinch your clit in warning before doubling his efforts to make you cream around his cock.

“You wanna make mommy come that badly, angel?” Seonghwa asks with a breathless little laugh, nose buried in your hair and hips thrusting harder. Your moan is loud, despite your mouth seared over his nipple; thighs tightening and core clenched, hips trying to meet his rhythm. You can feel him nestled deep within, thick and heavy and the way he fucks you nearly has you ruined - low and slow and deep, nails raking down your naked back and cradling your neck to his chest. A juxtaposition that makes you clench, soaked and wanting and needy for more.

His fingers swirl faster over your clit, up and down or side to side; keeping you guessing. His breath comes faster now, and his kind-cruel hands knot in your hair to wrench you from his swollen, shiny nipple with a groan. He looks down on you with a pretty pink blush, loose hair falling over his forehead and a smile curbing his mouth. “Easy, angel. Mommy wants to see you.”

You preen at his words, core tightening as his thrusts increase in tempo, every shift of his cock slick and satisfying in your eager cunt. His hand roams from your hair to your face, fingertips tracing your jawline before he sweeps the pads of his fingers across your wet lower lip. You open immediately, lashes fluttering as he slides two fingers past your lips. He keeps them steady, holding down your tongue; you suck on them like a cock, wanton and unashamed. Cheeks hollowed and tongue slipping around them lasciviously, a shuddering moan shooting through your spine when he shallowly fucks your mouth in and out - in and out.

“Suck on these for mommy, angel,” he croons to you, eyes gone dark and voice gone shaky. You can feel the twitch of his cock cradled within you, back arching when those clever fingers betwixt your thighs drags you closer. “Good girl.”

He keeps you pinned between fingers and cock, hushing your muffled cries with the errant kiss and caress. Forces your eyes to stay locked on his, fucking you harder - deeper - faster until all you can do is arch and writhe and clench around him, a stifled wail coming with tears of desperation. Your toes are curling and then tension in your spine threatens to snap, but you know that mommy has you.

“There we go, angel,” Seonghwa says with a grin, watching for the moment you drop into desperation, soaking his cock and fingers until all that remains in the delicious viscosity of your agony. His fingers reach the back of your throat, making you choke and gag but he only fucks you harder, fingertips dancing over your swollen and needy clit until you swear you feel the tension in your heart. 

“Can you come for mommy, sweet girl? Make a mess all over mommy’s cock?” And it is your undoing - the knot in your core swells, heartbeat pulsing in time with his thrusts until your climax comes with a harsh cry wrenched from your throat. Your spit spills to soak him all the way down to his wrist, cunt clenching hard enough he gasps through the strain. Your muscles twitch as you moan, teeth dragging over his fingers and eyes squeezed shut to better ride your wave. His cock slams into you harsh enough to make you gasp, Seonghwa’s answering moan loud in your thunder-filled ears. 

“Good girl, a good girl for mommy - angel,” he babbles, mouth pressed into your hair. “So good for me, so tight around mommy’s cock.” He kisses your crown, keens out more messy praise; he doesn't remove his fingers from you until you’re gasping and halfway to tears, only spilling himself deep within your needy cunt when he grips slick fingers to your chin and makes you scream mommy for all to hear.

[daydream-cement]

By The Pool (NSFW)

Larissa Weems x Reader

A little Saturday fun by the pool.

Author's Note: Thank you to @alexusonfire for reading this one over for me :) I hope y'all enjoy!

Each day of the summer, Larissa would be out back of your home tanning the day away, only stopping to get in the pool, feed herself, or take a work call. Today, the headmistress was delighted in the fact that it was a Saturday, meaning you would be home to spend the day with her. 

In light of you being home, the shapeshifter tied on her skimpiest bikini and walked out to the pool area with a book and tanning oil in one hand and a towel in the other. The blonde piled her hair high on her head in a tight bun as she stood before her luxurious beach chair. 

Stretching out on the cushy, circular beach chair, Larissa peered over her sunglasses towards the little outdoor workout area you had created for herself. You were in the middle of your workout and Larissa couldn’t be more pleased with the view. 

Larissa pushed the sunglasses higher on her nose and lazily turned her head, allowing herself to fully gawk at you. Her mouth watered at the sight of your shoulder muscles working under your tank top. 

It had only been a few months since the two started dating and Larissa couldn’t get enough of you. Her hips rose and fell on the beach chair as images from the past evening and morning raced through the platinum blonde’s mind. Your lips moving down her stomach… The shapeshifter’s hands gripping your shoulders as you work the strap in and out… Your hands pushing the headmistress’s legs back as far as they could go…

She felt insatiable. She wanted more from you, but Larissa opted for the route of seduction rather than straight up calling you to leave your workout in exchange for sex. 

Readjusting herself on the beach chair, Larissa flipped to lay flat on her stomach and reached behind herself to pull the strings of her bikini top and bottoms loose. She even went as far to move the fabric of the bottoms off her ass so as to expose the lips of her pussy if one were to look at just the right angle. The blonde felt herself growing wet at the exposure she felt and she could only hope to be dripping wet by the time you took notice and began touching her.

You had taken notice. You were aware of Larissa’s presence outside as soon as she exited the home and had been watching her from the corner of your eye the whole time. It wasn’t until the strings came loose that you couldn’t tear your gaze away from the blonde. 

Larissa tucked her towel under her head and closed her eyes, pretending to nap as she was actually daydreaming about your touch. The image of you looking up at her with sweet eyes as your mouth and hands were attached to the headmistress’s breasts continued flashing in the woman’s mind. 

Your workout wasn’t quite over, but your legs had carried you toward the blonde without much conscious thought. You would have snuck up on Larissa if it wasn’t for your trance-like state making you unaware of the bottle of tanning oil on the ground. You knocked it over and stumbled, drawing Larissa’s eyes open and bringing a smile to the blonde’s face.

“Hi, darling. Everything okay?” The headmistress’s tone was as sweet as sugarcane. Her big doe eyes looked over the tops of her glasses at you as she pushed herself up on her elbows, exposing more bare cleavage to you. 

You gaped for a moment, searching for words as your brain malfunctioned from your girlfriend’s sweet words, face, and body. Larissa noticed your affectionate leering and smiled, her hand reaching up to tug at the hem of your tank top. You quickly shifted to your knees, ready to hear whatever the headmistress was about to say. 

The shapeshifter giggled at the way you fawned over her and she took your face in her hand when you were close enough, she drew you in close to press a soft kiss to your lips. When she parted, her whisper was low in register, her eyes dark with desire, “Would you put some sunscreen on me, darling? I wouldn’t want to burn.”

Your rapid nod came first, and then your words, “Mm, yes.”

“Thank you, dear.” The blonde giggled more at your dream-like state and snatched the toppled sunscreen from the ground and handed it over. 

With the sunscreen in hand, you crawled onto the beach chair and surveyed Larissa’s body. You were working to remember every curve, dip, and mark. Its every feature was a work of art to you.

Dripping a copious amount of lotion onto the headmistress’s back, you set aside the bottle and began smearing it, delighting in the feeling of her body against your fingertips. You took your time massaging it into Larissa’s skin and had to bite back a smirk when the blonde whimpered as you massaged her shoulders.

Larissa’s already lightly tanned back was mesmerizingly shiney from the lotion and you were growing overwhelmed from her increasing desire. Everything about Larissa was so soft, from her demeanor to her body, which only made you feel weaker for this woman. the shapeshifter could ask for the world and you would work endlessly to give it to her.

More lotion was poured onto the headmistress’s lower back and you gave into some of your urges as you allowed your hands to linger on the blonde’s ass. You massaged the globes, drifting her hands towards Larissa’s cunt before drawing them back again. Regardless of the increasingly sexual touches, the headmistress kept her breathing calm while a little smile grew on her face.

“You are so beautiful...” You trailed off, your hands manhandling your girlfriend’s ass. 

“And I’m all yours.” Larissa muttered into the cushion of her chair as her hips lifted up off the chair into your hands. 

You seized her opportunity and shifted your grip to the headmistress’s hips, pushing them higher with verbal direction for the blonde. “Lift your hips for me. I may have missed a spot.”

Doing as she was told, the headmistress pushed her knees forward and raised her hips off the chair, pressing her shoulders and face into the cushion beneath her. The feeling of your hands shifting back down the backs of her thighs sent a shiver down the shapeshifter’s spine. She was entirely exposed to you and the blonde could have sworn she felt your hot breath against her cunt. 

With Larissa’s hips high in the air, you lowered your face to the headmistress’s bare cunt and swiped your tongue up the blonde’s slit. The shapeshifter gasped at the wonderfully familiar feeling of your tongue dipping in and out of her dripping hole before swirling around her clit. The blonde was mewling with every stroke of your tongue, her hands holding the cushion in a steadfast grip. 

“Oh, darling. Oh, baby... That- Oh, it feels so- Hnng...” The blonde’s chest was heaving as she whimpered and cried out. Her eyes fluttered shut and she began rocking against your tongue to fuck herself. 

As soon as the headmistress’s greedy hips began rolling against your face, you pulled away, seeking to assert your dominance over the needy blonde which only earned a frustrated groan from your girlfriend. 

“Relax, Larissa...” You chuckled, voice teasingly condescending as you pulled the headmistress’s hips back to the cushion. In an instant, you continued teasing Larissa by putting more lotion on your hands to rub into her legs. 

Larissa’s cunt was aching for your touch as you continued applying lotion  to the blonde’s seemingly endless legs. She had fallen apart and felt entirely helpless as she squirmed and rutted against the beach chair, desperately seeking relief for the coil that had begun tightening in her abdomen. It wasn’t helping the headmistress’s growing desperation whenever your hands trailed back up her legs, thumbs swiping over her pussy lips before drifting back down once more. 

You noticed the lotion across Larissa’s back and shoulders had seemed to set in, so you cooed to your love, “Flip over for me... We need to make sure your tan is even.”

“O-okay.” The blonde whimpered, turning onto her back and settling her legs on either side of you. The headmistress’s gaze was intense and pleading, but your gaze was stuck on Larissa’s breasts which had been exposed by the blonde turning over. 

You crawled up Larissa’s body, your mouth ghosting over the blonde’s stomach to land at the space between her breasts. There was no hiding your ulterior motives any longer - you craved the headmistress far too much. Your lotioned hands squeezed at your girlfriend’s breasts as you pressed sweet kisses up and down the shapeshifter’s sternum. 

While the headmistress craved you no less, an adoring smile graced her lips as she raised a hand to the back of your head. Her hand tangled in your hair, scratching at your scalp with her manicured nails and enjoying the silky texture of your hair. She watched your eyes flutter shut as you became momentarily distracted in the comforting position you often fell asleep in when you reclined on the couch together. 

“Mmm... I love you...” You hummed, enjoying the comforting position for a moment longer before drawing yourself down your girlfriend’s body to finish what you started. From the softness of her tummy to the hypnotic curve of her hips, you savored every picturesque view before settling between her legs. 

“And I love you, sweethe- Oh...” Larissa swiftly cut herself off at the feeling of you burying your face in the blonde’s cunt. 

Each time you ate her out, the headmistress was shocked by the intensity in which you took care of her. Your arms slipped around Larissa’s thighs and held them tight, preventing the blonde from moving too much beneath you. It was always a mystery how you could bury yourself in Larissa’s cunt and only come up for air when the headmistress was writhing and begging for reprieve. 

You focused in on Larissa’s clit, swirling and sucking at the bundle of nerves repeatedly. In response to the great deal of stimulation, the headmistress’s hands shot between her legs and buried in your hair, holding your head in place for her to grind against your mouth. 

The moans that escaped the blonde were soft and airy: absolute music to your ears. 

“Honey...” The headmistress gasped as her back arched, earning a growl from you. With a firm hand on the blonde’s stomach, you pushed the headmistress flat against the cushion. Neither of you realized, but a wet spot beneath Larissa had begun to form as a result of your saliva and the headmistress’s juices. 

It was too much for the shapeshifter to handle. With a wordless groan, Larissa’s chest heaved from her orgasm and she had been sent over the edge with a flick of your skilled tongue.

The headmistress took no time to recover as she quickly sat up and captured your face with her hands, drawing you towards her. The blonde giggled at the sight of the slick shine from your nose to her chin and she swiped the towel from behind herself to wipe away the fluids. 

“Aren’t you cute?” Larissa breathed as she pulled your face to her own, allowing her tongue to mingle with yours to taste herself. She urged you into her lap with slender fingers gripping your thighs. 

You both remained in that chair for the remainder of the morning, exchanging sweet kisses, caresses, and orgasms, knowing it was the perfect way to spend a Saturday.  

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[robinette-green]

Did some note pages for my Joker boys.

Joker of Night

Moon

Moon’s made entirely of porcelain

He’s from Porcelain City (the people from there are known as Pearlers) ((pulled from Pearlware which is a refined earthenware))

The ribbons and bells he added himself when he started working for the White Queen (White Queen like chess queen) - (materials and colors form outside the city are frowned. Upon by Pearlers but Moon wanted to add some color and whimsy to his outfit when he left his walled home)

Pearlers can be easily cracked and broken but Moon has only sustained one crack despite his adventures. (He’s developed a careful, graceful style of movement to avoid injury)

When a Pearlers is broken, they are repaired with a gold lacquer ( like the Japanese technique kintsugi )

Most Pearlers live around 500 years but there are a few that have lived longer

There is a stone inside their chests that give them life - eventually it will run out of energy and the Pearler will die - removal of the stone also results in death

_/|\_\|/_/|\_

Joker of Light

Sun

Sun is made entirely of candy

He is from the Town of Sweets ( the people from there are known as Bonbons)

Sun’s hands and arms are made from taffy with rock candy ‘bones’ for stability

Sun’s rays are a soft orange slice candy

The ruffle around his neck is made from hard candies of several different flavors

The clothes are made from a sugarcane fabric - edible but acts like a normal fabric

Sun’s left leg is actually a prosthetic of sorts. - this new Lilly pop leg was melted on to replace the one he lost. (Jabberwock ate it) ((this new leg is stiff and gives him trouble sometimes))

Bonbons can be made from all sorts of candy but they are never sticky. (Could you imagine how horrible that could end up?) ((no sticky. Because magic ((also because I said so))))

Bonbons are edibles but please don’t eat them - they may be candy but they do still feel pain

Just like the Pearlers, Bonbons live around 500 years but some have lived longer.

There is a stone in their chests just like the Pearlers that gives them life - when the energy runs out they die - removing the stone also results in death

I think I’m going to call this the Jokers of Emeralds Au

[ten-don]

Xユーザーのヤギの人🐐さん: 「「畑のサトウキビを食べていたところを見つかり柱の裏に隠れるゾウの赤ちゃん」 Adorable Baby Elephant Gets Caught Eating Sugarcane, Tries To Hide Behind A Narrow Light Pole | Bored Panda https://t.co/L5FXOV4tp5 完全に隠れてるつもりらしく、じっとしてたそう。 https://t.co/GIIb6qGFBP https://t.co/LjdwvGkzA6」 / X

[desolationcleo]

I need there to be a Secret Life fic that has a wandering trader talking with a villager about the various tales of what happened in that said-to-be-haunted place with all the ruins surrounding the weird whispering statue, and of the man who some say can still be seen there on occasion, and the villager has heard a different version from the wandering trader, who recounts the version he's heard in a lot of detail, focusing a lot on Scar and painting him in a more sympathetic light, and at one point the villager comments that the wandering trader has a way with words because damn that is some good storytelling, at another point the wandering trader's llama interrupts the conversation, at yet another point the wandering trader attempts to sell his wares to the villager and it's sugarcane or sand or cactus or a dark oak sapling, so no wonder it's either revealed at the end or heavily implied that the wandering trader is Scar

[aita-blorbos]

Am I the asshole for wanting to be a sugarcane farmer?

I was a born in London, a loyal subject of the king. I was a soldier for my country, was voted into parliament, had a burgeoning career. I was asked to run a township. I, of course, accepted. And then the king assigned me here.

Really, here? Seven thousand miles from England, in the middle of the jungle with the bugs? The food is barely edible, in this colony so far away it takes a month to get a message home!

But it's three thousand acres of land so fertile you could grow almost anything off it. I figured I'd skim each harvest, and soon enough be so rich I'd leave Guiana in the dust and buy a house in Chelsea.

But noooo. No, no, I'm still here. And now these engineers are building flywheels and some ridiculous brick sphere on the waterfront, the best place I can grow my contraband, sugarcane. Ah, glorius sugarcane. A letter comes from London telling me to give them what they need. Now I'm stuck with nothing. No, your Majesty, that's not what we agreed upon!

Then in comes this celebrity and everyone adores him. Even the monarchy. He speaks a lot of nonsense—some rot about the stars, while his soft hair shines in the low light and his eyes glitter like the constellations he loves so much. Personally, I don't find it worthy of my time to listen to him. Besides, it's infuriatingly distracting the way his lips purse when he maps out the stars. And—do you know the worst part? Then he has the nerve to invite an American! Woman! to run the project. Can you believe that?

Well, I of course tried to put a stop to that. At first I tried my hand at subtlety, poisoning the clay that made their bricks with lime. I'd hoped they might leave my township if their flywheels splintered, but no luck there. Yet another American woman noticed that one. There seem to be an awful lot of them, these days. And that celebrity, well. He kept looking at them. Like he's their friend. Hmph. He never looked at me like that.

But then I realised: this was an opportunity! If there was an accident, it wouldn't reach the throne for thirty days! I'd remove the evidence, using my quick wit and myriad employees, and I'd send a report home. Something tearful, painting me as a bystander who, tragically, was the only survivor of the dreadful accident that occurred. Murder wouldn't even cross their minds!

I've done my time! I've been the upstanding subject of his Majesty, and now? Now this "sphere" of theirs will crash to the ground, into the dust where it belongs. Here? I'll be the last man standing!

And the sugarcane will finally be mine. Rows and rows of it, and soon I'll be living like a king! Well, I'm not just doing this for sugarcane. I'm also doing it... because I don't like them.

So, AITA?

[smidgen-of-hotboy]

Our Angel of Brahma, pt. iv

Last thing I'll post of this for now I swear. Next up will be the final part to Buddy's pov in Out in the Cold Field.

@ceaseless-watchers-special-girl @ananxiousgenz @demonic-panini @gwenlena @the-private-eye

SOUND: COMMS BEEPING. RECORDING BEGINS.  BARID (REVOLUTIONARY):  You're gonna record me? CHARLIE:  Yes! They gotta hear your voice, Baird.  (BAIRD SNORTS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY):  You just want to be able to listen back when I'm gone.  CHARLIE: Don't talk like that. You know I hate it. BARID (REVOLUTIONARY):  Sorry, sorry… you know how it's been since… I'm sorry. CHARLIE: No, no– I'm sorry, Baird.  (SIGH) You're right, I do want to listen back. I like your voice.  BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): My voice is weird though. I don't like it.  CHARLIE:  It's not weird, and I like it. Please, Baird, sing for me. (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY):  Fine. Just this once! SOUND: SKIRT RUSTLING.  BARID (REVOLUTIONARY):  When I'm done though you owe me your smuggled chocolate.  CHARLIE:  Alright, fine. Sing me a song.  (BAIRD HUMS) BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Sing you a song huh… I dream of an orange sun, and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear waters,  and a gentle breeze.  I miss the summer rain, and winters freeze. Autumn leaves, and spring sugarcane. An orange sun,  and yellow skies. Green valleys full of trees, clear water,  and a gentle breeze.  Our lives were so bright  until they came along. Stole our future, stole our pride. Stole our seasons, stole our light.  Stole our parents, stole our songs. Stole our past, stole our brides. I dream in a world with a distant sun. Blacked out skies, Empty valleys, no rising tides. smoke fills our lungs and my dry eyes.  I dream in a world with a distant sun.  CHARLIE: (SNIFFLING)  See, what I tell you? Your voice isn't weird. It's gentle.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY): It's weird– and about to crack again. (COUGHS) I need to drink something… CHARLIE:  Mom left her canteen in the kitchen I think. Just stay away from the window, you should be fine.  BAIRD (REVOLUTIONARY):  Alright, thanks… and Charls? CHARLIE: Yes? BARID (REVOLUTIONARY): Thanks for believing in me. CHARLIE: Of course.  SOUND: BARE FEET ON TILE. BECOMES DISTANT.  CHARLIE: (QUIETLY) I don't think we'll live to see a free Brahma, Dearest. But I'll believe in you. So I hope you never stop singing… SOUND: COMMS BEEPS. RECORDING ENDS. 

- Baird was saying something about Charlie “knowing how it's been since” does this have anything to do about what happened to their Dad? What happened to their step-parent?

- Chocolate is a dessert delicacy from Earth. It takes two to three weeks to make chocolate from fresh cocoa beans, and from Earth to Brahma, it would take three to four years. Trade between the Solar Planets and Brahma has been limited since the Galactic Civil War. Did they steal chocolate from New Kinshasa somehow? Was it smuggled from New Kinshasa? Or smuggled directly from the Solar Planets to Brahma? (Seems highly unlikely)

- “Charls”... “Dearest”...

- Charlie is right, Baird’s voice does sound very gentle. “Cracking voice” could indicate either dehydration or puberty? Unclear which.

- Charlie was not an optimist, Baird was (is? Even with a name it is near impossible to find any records of a "Baird" from Brahma. Or any surviving records from Brahma to begin with. I don't wanna get involved with Dark Matters but... I might have to get involved with Dark Matters.)

[ndbookstudy]

ashtavakra gita, ch. 2.

read ch. 1

Chapter 2: It works! Upon hearing Ashtavakra’s words Janaka realizes his True Nature. Enraptured, he describes the joy and wonder of his new state.

Janaka said: I am now spotless and at peace- Awareness beyond Consciousness. All this time I have been duped by illusion. By this light alone the body and the universe appear. I am Everything or Nothing. Seeing there is no universe or body, by grace the Self is revealed. As waves, foam and bubbles are not different from water, so the universe emanating from Self is not different from Self. Look closely at cloth, you see only threads. Look closely at creation, you see only Self. As sweetness pervades sugarcane juice, I am the essence of creation.

Not seeing Self, the world is materialized. Seeing Self, the world is vanished. A rope is not a snake, but can appear to be. I am not other than Light. The universe manifests at my glance. The mirage of universe appears in me as silver appears in mother-of-pearl, as a snake appears in a rope, as water appears on a desert horizon. As a pot returns to clay, a wave to water, a bracelet to gold, so will the universe return to Me. I am wonderful indeed- beyond adoration. I cannot decay nor ever die, though God and all the universe should perish to the last blade of grass. Even with a body I am One. I neither come nor go. I am everywhere at once. I am astounded at my powers. The universe appears within me but I do not touch it. I am everything thought or spoken, and have nothing. In Reality, knowledge, the knower, and the knowable do not exist. I am the transparent Self in which through ignorance they appear. Looking at One and seeing many is the cause of all misery. The only cure is to realize what is seen is not there. I am One—aware, blissful, immaculate. I am unbounded Awareness. Only in imagination do I have limits. Reflecting on this, I abide in the Absolute.

I am neither free nor bound. The illusion of such things has fallen into disbelief. Though I contain creation, it has no substance. Having seen for certain that this universe and body is without form or substance, I am revealed as Awareness alone. Imagination has no place here. The body exists only in imagination, as do heaven and hell, bondage, freedom, fear. Are these my concern? I, who am pure Awareness?

I see no differences or separation. Even the multitudes appear as a single formless desert. To what should I cling? I am not the body. I do not have a body. I am Awareness, not a person. My thirst for life bound me to a seeming of life. In the limitless ocean of Myself, the winds of the mind roil the myriad waves of the world. But when the wind subsides in the limitless ocean the ark of personhood is swallowed up, along with the universe it carries. And how wonderful it is! In the limitless ocean of Myself, waves of beings arise, collide, play for a time, then disappear--as is their nature.

[fatehbaz]

While sugarcane has defined Caribbean islands since the onset of European settler colonization, a little-known African species, guinea grass, has invaded sugar plantations from within. Cultivated to intensify sugar production, guinea grass ironically became a weed of the plantations while providing material and spiritual resources to enslaved and marooned Africans and their descendants. [...]

While sugarcane was imported from Austronesia, guinea grass hails from the western coast of Africa. Sugar was the principal crop of many Caribbean plantations; guinea grass was imported as fodder for the oxen that labored in the fields and for the cattle that fed the planters. [...]. A 1707 account by Hans Sloane, whose collections would form the core of the British Museum, describes the grass (then known as “Scotch grass”) as widespread in Barbados and Jamaica [...].

The imported grass was celebrated by eighteenth- and nineteenth-century planters for its high grazing quality. Bryan Edwards sang its praises in Jamaica, writing that it may be considered as next to the sugar-cane, in point of importance; as most of the grazing and breeding farms or pens throughout the island were originally created, and are still supported, chiefly by means of this invaluable herbage. For Edwards, guinea grass had an almost equal status to sugar cane because it could feed “the plenty of horned cattle both for the butcher and planter.” [...] By 1786, the African grass had become naturalized in Guadeloupe, and, by 1813, it had reached Mississippi, writes Parsons. It spread widely throughout Central and South America [...].

Indeed, one observer in New Granada (modern-day Colombia) was so enthusiastic as to argue that whoever had introduced the plant deserved a statue “as high as New York’s Statue of Liberty” [...].

In Cuba, the grass appears in an 1816 report of José Antonio de la Ossa, the first director of the Botanical Garden of Havana, who wrote: “It is an abundant and convenient pasture grass, because it multiplies its stalks in the same way as Sugar cane[.]” 

Like Sloane and Edwards, Ossa compares guinea grass to sugarcane. The two foreign grasses seemed to them similar in morphology and function, because they both [...] promoted the economic development of the islands’ cash crop societies. [...] While sugar was introduced to Cuba long before guinea grass, it was guinea grass that allowed for the intensification of Cuban sugar cultivation with large herds of oxen.

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Yet something strange happened in the history of this ostensibly symbiotic relationship. 

Although guinea grass was meant to support the sugar economy by feeding its beasts of burden, ironically, it became a virulent weed to the sugarcane plants. By 1977, guinea grass was rated the number one weed to sugarcane in Cuba. In 2012, the journal of the National Botanical Garden of Cuba (Revista del Jardín Botánico Nacional) listed it as [...] an invasive species of greatest concern. In this way, the two imported grasses became stalky antagonists in the daily competition for light, water, and soil nutrients.

Their cultural meanings, however, had long since diverged. If sugarcane supported the economic interests of European planters, guinea grass was appropriated by enslaved and marooned Africans across the Caribbean for practical and religious purposes. 

Diasporic Africans in the Virgin Islands used the dried grass to make masquerade costumes for Carnival and other festivals. In Cuba, priests used it to make omiero, [...] of the Afro-Cuban Reglá de Ochá religion. 

Moreover, some of the enslaved canecutters used an ancestral West African technique to thatch their mud huts with guinea grass. [...] In fact, the famed maroon Esteban Montejo described using this method of thatching during his escape from a Cuban sugar plantation in the late nineteenth century: [...] I had never left the plantation before. I walked uphill, downhill, in every direction. [...] My feet were blistered and my hands were swollen and festering. I camped under a tree. I made myself a shelter of guinea grass in a few hours and I stayed there four or five days. [...]

Guinea grass has continued to take on new meanings for Caribbean writers in the twentieth and twenty-first centuries. In Alejandro Aguilar’s 1997 short story “Landscape of Clay,” [...] [t]he untamed grass, like the cadets’ expressions of sexuality, subverts the rigid structure of the institution.  Likewise, the storyteller in the 2002 play In the Time of the Revolution by the Guadeloupean writer Maryse Condé bemoans the fact that “people’s dreams are not made to grow freely like guinea grass on the banks and highways. Some people try to pull them up, to mow them down, to dry them out, to burn them and see them go up in smoke.” [...] In undermining the economic ambitions of the plantation system, guinea grass has come to represent acts of subversion [...].

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All text above by: Hannah Rachel Cole. “Plant of the Month: Guinea Grass.” JSTOR Daily. 1 December 2022. [Bold emphasis and some paragraph breaks/contractions added by me.]

[ratsoh-writes]

Hey y’all! Say hello to flavortale!

These monsters are a relatively simple au! Like the dance and theatre monsters, after being trapped underground, they experienced an artistic revolution to cope. For this au, they discovered the joy of putting their art into food!

Now how did they do this when every other underground au struggled with food shortages? The answer is the barrier, or how the mages in the Great War made a very big mistake. They did in fact trap the monsters under the barrier, but they failed to put a limit on the barriers shape and size. After the entrapment, the monster kingdom quickly discovered this and just simply increased the barrier any time they needed space. They even broke the rocks above, claiming sections of land on the surface. No one could get in, or out, but no one could also stop the barriers movement from the outside even if they wanted to. The humans abandoned that area and left the monsters to themselves

With the ability to expand a certain amount every year, the royals biggest concern was making their people self sufficient as they could no longer rely on or even receive imports. Most expansions were made for farmland above whole underground, monsters made their homes. Over time they grew bored though with the same palate of food each day, and they began experimenting new ways to cook, leading to a culinary revolution!

Now here are the girls:

Taffy (flavortale sans):

Taffy is a freckled skeleton monster aged 60 with dual colored magic. She is mostly mint green with patches of peachy ecto scattered around her body. It’s best seen in her freckles, which show the different colors. She stands 5 feet tall. She has a pleasantly plump and curvy ecto.

Taffy is a motherly kind monster who seems to adopt anyone who enjoys her foods. She’s a both a scientist and artist dedicated to the art of creating new flavors and textures with sugar! Shes incredibly creative! She’s affectionate and enjoys the company of her loved ones, but can be a bit overbearing when it comes to wanting to baby them. It’s quite funny given how most of said friends are much larger than her, but she finds a way.

Taffy owns a prestigious candy shop in inner ebott with her sister and best friends. They’re a four monster team determined to amaze everyone’s minds with how delicious their sugary treats are! She’s also leased out some of her more popular recipies and treats to be mass produced and sold in mellowmarts around ebott.

Taffy despite not knowing how to conjure a weapon before the crash, did go back and learn in adult classes. Her magic weapon is a massive battle axe nearly double her height. She named it sugarcane

Taffy’s special ability is stretch. As long as the object is hand sized or smaller, no matter the material, if she concentrates she can stretch and mold that material to her desired shape

Things she loves: candy of course! But her favorites are chocolate truffles with a flavored cream on the inside, bubbly grape soda, very brutal gory horror movies, stuffed animal bunnies, dance pop, leg warmers, frilly aprons, little kids, stickers, fancy wrapping paper, fairy roses, light up shoes, novelty candies, the color black

Pudding (flavortale papyrus)

Pudding is a freckled skeleton monster aged 39. She has a peachy pink magic and stands at 6 feet tall even. Her ecto is curvy in all the right places making her look very soft and cuddly. She’s a beautiful monster.

Pudding is a total babe. A very spunky kind and goofy skeleton who loves a bit of soft teasing and jokes. She’s one of the only papyrus’s who enjoys puns. She looks up a lot to taffy and is determined to live up to her sisters reputation although she has no talent for cooking. She’s a flirt, but panics when they flirt back. She’s very easily flustered. All bark no bite

Pudding works at her sisters candy shop as a cashier, stocker and taste tester. She has zero talent for cooking but an amazing taste palate so she’s trusted to confirm if the new candies are any good. Pudding wants to become a professional food critic someday but needs to build up a reputation first in the culinary field.

Pudding, eager to follow her sister, also took adult classes to learn to form a magic weapon. Her weapon is a simple spear with a cute star shaped blade at the end. It has a crystalline look resembling many of the crystals in her collection

Puddings special ability is being able to melt. Literally. When flustered, her bones go soft making her squishy to the touch. She can do it on command too to fit into tight spaces, but the effect is very temporary making that dangerous

Things she loves: the color green, rock candies, cute crystal carvings, dance dance revolution and just dance games, cheesy pick up lines, orange sodas, cute headbands and bandanas, kpop and pop music, tulips, Mary Jane shoes.

And side characters!

Cookie: (flavortale alphys), cookie is an adorable orange lizfolk monster with dark brown magic and large eyes. She’s the best friend of taffy and co-owns the shop with her and her mate bonbon. They had gone to school together, invented many of their recipes together and even lived together for several years until she and bonbon got married. Now the besties are neighbors on the same street. Cookie is a shy but sweet monster with a love for chemistry and sugar. She is the big inventor along with taffy in their business

Bonbon: (flavortale undyne), the best friend of taffy and mate of cookie, bonbon is the third co owner of the candy shop. She’s a strong muscular river monster with tan scales and cute cream eyes and hair. The three things bonbon loves most in the world is her mate, chocolate and her friends of course. She has a head for numbers, handling the budget of the little candy shop, and doing her body building exercises in her free time. She’s a cheerful and bubbly monster.

Cheesecake: (flavortale Asgore). The youngest royal at only 300 years old, and a tad embarrassed by the nickname the press gave him when his adoration of cheesecake was discovered. Cheesecake is the newly appointed representative of the flavor monsters. His father, Mordac, had retired as soon as ebott was organized, and cheesecake was voted in over two other candidates. He handles food regulation issues mostly, as well as overviewing the methods of quality testing for ebott produce.

Meringue: (flavortale toriel), the aunt of cheesecake and appointed as the second representative long before mordac, her brother, retired. By seniority, meringue is now the first representative of the flavor monsters and works with sanitation standards of businesses. She’s a jolly playful royal and loves teasing her nephew.

[banicraft]

Just making a sorta checklist of things i still need to do for my texture pack

Blocks:

Kelp (animated [scary])

Seagrass and Tall Seagrass (animated [scary])

Fire and Soul Fire (animated [scary])

Water and Lava (animated [very scary])

Crafter

Banners (mostly just like, the stick part, im not messing with the patterns)

i still havent replaced most of the dirt-based textures with the dirt poll results

Lily Pad

a couple of coral redos

Glazed Terracotta redos

Items:

Sugarcane

The New Potions

Light block and Barrier (i mean, i suppose those're blocks, but their textures are more item-ish, alright)

explorer maps

Mobs:

illusioner (for java)

killer rabbit (for java)

textures for vanilla models (y'know, for java)

the cracks on wolf amor

Paintings:

1x1: 7/8

1x2: 2/3

2x1: 2/5

2x2: 2/8

3x3: 0/8

3x4: 0/2

4x2: 0/5

4x3: 2/2

4x4: 1/5

Total: 16/46

Other:

Hotbar

Experience Bar

Map (like, when you hold it in your hands)

the panorama that i don't know how to do :p (help)

potion effect icons

the screen effect when you are freezing to death

General User Interface 😨

Figure out how to reduce procrastination

probably other things i forgot :P

[for-quill-with-love]

I was having trouble sleeping again.

I was losing time, too. I would get lost in thoughts I couldn't grasp, staring at the wall or out the window until something pulled me out of it. Most of the time it was a buzz from my comm telling me I had another message to answer.

I was wallowing. I needed to shake things up. I couldn't remember how I managed to keep myself busy before.

I found myself searching for the candles I'd found, but I didn't have a way to light them. I hadn't collected any gravel or flint when I'd gone mining.

And they were the wrong color regardless. Even if I couldn't remember what color they should be.

I abandoned the candles where they sat, grabbing my tools and some food as I stumbled out the door. I wanted different colors of wood to work with, and I hadn't gone far yesterday.

It was time for me to do some proper exploration.

There was old growth birch, along with more of those little cocoons everywhere.

I found more weird fruit trees-- they were easy to spot among the trees, with different leaves standing out like a sore thumb.

Turns out I didn't have to figure this all out completely on my own. There was a section in my comm for identifying stuff. It pulled up my camera, and when I pointed it at something I didn't know the name of, it obliged.

There were figs and apples and oranges and pears, along with more kiwi, and a smaller bush that yielded 'lemons.' The lemon was especially bitter and sour. I spit it out the moment I'd tried it.

I also found a bush that dropped yellow seeds. My comm called it 'corn'.

They were edible, but hard. they would probably work something like wheat. The bread I had was nice, but it was bread. With all the new foods I was finding, surely I could make something with them.

I just had no idea how.

I also stumbled across a roofed forest.

Apart from a jungle, that meant I had access to all the different types of wood I cared about.

Acacia could go rot in the savanna where it belonged.

I found sugarcane, and a patch of alliums that turned out to be something else entirely. It looked like another 'wild' crop, called an onion.

A nibble told me it was edible, but it tasted somewhere between bitter and sour.

I put others in my inventory and set about collecting everything I could carry from the roofed forest.

The mushrooms would also be a great source of food, and now if I got hurt there would be the option of making suspicious stew for any injuries that were too bad to just let heal on their own.

And the berries! I found a new type of berry. My comm said it was a cranberry? It looked so similar to sweetberries that I thought they were right until i put one in my mouth.

It probably wasn't the smartest thing to do.

Cranberries weren't as sweet as a sweetberry, but they were just as delicious once you got over the mouth-twisting sour burst.

There was a simple, giddy joy in trying to eat anything I found that seemed edible.

My pockets were getting full now, so I decided that was enough exploring for the day.

I took a swim in the ocean on my way back to grab handfuls of kelp and to clean the mud off of both me and my dress. I would be salty later but it was refreshing now.

It was time to start a farm. I would be out of bread sooner than later, and it would be good to have something to take care of.

And with crops came the ability to raise animals.

I was so close to having everything I would need.

[a-traveling-star]

The boiled Gatorade is... certainly an unexpected choice, especially from you Stardust. For some reason I thought you were more a sugarcane juice person, but I guess you proved ol' me wrong~.

While on the topic, what is your preferred flavor to boil? I imagine you'd have a preference for it, anyways.

light lightless

[positivexcellence]

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