#treesap

[eclipz1e]

Makeup time

Treesap - Lil Xan

[sunshinegearbox]

[bigmeatpete69420]

Me waiting patiently for the tree to bless me with the

Ooze

 Our Japanese cedar (also commonly known as suji or its botanical name Cryptomeria) was oozing a very aesthetically pleasing drop of sap...

[humunanunga]

I've been thinking on and off about Dreamtale for months, the way it left off with the twins perpetually clashing and how it adds to their mythological vibe... and I guess my mind couldn't let it go until it came up with a way to offer their story closure.

And that's how I got stuck on the idea of Dream and Nightmare always being two halves of a whole, Dark Crystal style, until I came up with a fusion– the guardian of emotion.

Maybe Nightmare ripped the golden fruit from Dream, maybe Dream got desperate and tried to separate Nightmare's SOUL from the black fruit, but either way, after they were absorbed or absorbed by the apples, maybe their SOULs would also involuntarily absorb each other if given the chance. Like they were always meant to succeed their sacred tree.

I really like interpreting Nightmare's tentacles as roots, leaving Swap!Dream's feathered wings to be the leafy branches.

Their motif would be an eclipse to combine Dream and Nightmare's motifs, and as for a name... Wake? Dawn? Psyche? Psyche... Psyche.

[nite-puff]

every time i take another step toward adulthood, im gonna indulge in something my younger self would’ve loved.

anyways, im two weeks into my first year of college. on a completely different note, im only going to draw myself as my heavily redesigned ponysona from now on.

so yeah-

[swiftiesai999]

Wait, Season Changed - Napatsorn Treesap 

Wait for a moment Stay silent for just a crime Wave the coldness in the crowd and creep Stay silly for just a signWorshipping the warm and the warriors Diving deep through the darkness of the doomWatering the seed and the soulful rhymeDriving down the road stealing the crimeWrite for a torment Wipe away all the timeWeep for a moment Wine more this timeSeason changes and the station apartSeason…

[the-navistar-carol]

IT’S FANTASTIC GO READ IT I LOVE HOW THEY DESCRIBE THINGS AND IT’S HAN/LEIA

Posted a small chapter to this random little fic, just to have up while I work on the next LUMOS update!

[Sorry that's been taking a while, though things are starting to come along a bit more smoothly again.]

[This second chapter has been written for ages, and hasn't drawn away from time on the next LUMOS installment.]

This is still a George/Hermione blog. I'm only putting a note about it here for anyone interested.

[jumpywhumpywriter]

Uh, hey. Not really sure how to start this since it’s been a minute, but just wanted to say that I’m alive, just took a brain break from the internet. Not really sure if that’s oversharing, but brain be overthinking a lot. Hope you’re doing well (and that this isn’t somehow weird)!

Anyways, if you don’t mind me asking, do you have any other world built species or things in your world that make the island (I’m blanking on the name) interesting? Unique flora or fauna? Feel free to ignore this or answer in whatever depth you like.

Hope you’re doing well, staying hydrated, and taking care of yourself :)

-idk

Taking a brain break I'd totally fine! It's good for your mental health (I know this from personal experience Lol)

But wow, you are really going to like the worldbuilding lore I've got to answer this question with! Get ready for some CRAZY info-dumping! (This list is HUGE)

I have considered every aspect of the biology of my plants/animals from the island Falkradia in my books. I've created a very intricate ecosystem for it with prey and predators alike, along with many carnivorous and deadly plants. Biology is fascinating! I like to plan out my creatures bit by bit, including their unique physical anatomy and structure, along with how they would move/walk/run in real life -- it helps me write them more realistically in the end. And I imagine/create the world they live and coexist in to see how they would interact with each other in the food chain. I also like to add unique twists by drawing inspiration from fascinating real-life phenomenons found in both plants and animals.

Anyway, here's a few of my epic Falkradia-specific plants & creatures that I think classifies as 'lore'? Basic point is that my world is deadly and awesome because of it so I'm sharing some qualities of it regardless. And guess what? Some of the made-up plants and fruits in this world have detailed/specific medicinal properties and practical uses that are mentioned in the books! Each of the listed things below is stuff that I created myself with inspiration taken from other real-life plants and things (like Willow trees) that I used to make my world seem more realistic, despite it being in a fantasy setting. Here's the list of the most important/relevant flora and fauna from my world::

***A tree called a Blood Willow -- looks like a weeping Willow, but each of its leaves is stiff and razor-sharp like blades. It is a predatory plants that will attack any animal that comes close, slashing it to bloody ribbons with its leaves and the blood of its prey waters the roots of the tree to help it thrive.

***Archurvore Sephries (pronounced Ar-choo-voire Seh-frees - scientific name) AKA “Nightic Bloom” – a flower used as a reversal agent for Nylid poisoning (Nylid is an extremely toxic/deadly venom found in a rare type of snake mentioned in my books that Falkry tend to avoid when possible)

***Tangladine (tang-la-dine) extract - a fruit extract (sourced from Tangladine) with a treesap-like consistency, orangish-yellow in color - is used to help with headaches, and relieve aches and pains from overworked or injured muscles - a topical medicine.

***Wickoyia Alconoroy Flower (scientific name, pronounced Wick-oi-ya All-conn-oh-roy) AKA “Devil’s Heartseed” – Rare beautiful deep blood red flowers that has a pitch black center to them, with faded black on the tips of each of the six pointed petals - red tipped green leaves on the plant part with maroon colored berries:: juice from crushed berries are strong tranquilizer/sedative, also has healing properties that can numb wounds and help them heal faster.

***Lavablart (pronounced just like it looks) - bitter/strong-scented plant often used to mask other scents from detection. It has almost no other purpose. Hunters would occasionally smear the plant sap around a recent kill site, to mask the scent of blood from the kill they had made, to prevent it from scaring away other prey animals (to trick other prey animals into a false sense of security).

***Armaborium - large coconut-sized fruit with the texture of a watermelon, but also the bitterness of a lemon, along with the crunch of a carrot.

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Now for some unique animal species from Falkradia::

***Jacarda (Jah-CAR-duh) - Jerboa-like creature the size of a large rabbit, with kangaroo-like hind legs, shorter front paws, long tail with lion tuft on end, disproportionately large long ears compared to body size, has excellent hearing, ears are triangular shaped, looks like a giant mutant mouse. (If you don't know what a normal Jerboa is, you HAVE to look it up -- they are literally the cutest little things you'll ever see!!)

***Kaiehgree (Kai-eh-gree) - herd animals - slender body of a thin wild horse, long and nimble legs of a deer, panther-like tail that was long enough to reach the ground, impressively large rack of antlers on their heads, two small tusks that poke down from the upper row of canine teeth like a musk deer - fox-shaped head, furry, triangular ears - has a bugling, warbling, with a hint of a whistle alarm call (It seems so specific but this is exactly how I describe them in the books)

***Garnigee bird -- a type of bird of prey, like a giant eagle but with unusual colors closer to greens and faded blues in the feathers that help them blend in with the lush green forests on Falkradia

***Kuacall (coo-ah-call) - the Falkry equivalent of Mockingbirds, as they can perfectly imitate/mimic hundreds of complex sounds they hear in their environment. They are considered an obnoxious pest in Falkradia. ((Sidenote: the 'call' part of their name I included as a hint to what they can do -- posess a variety of bird calls)

***Shrike - highly aggressive large wolf-like creatures with scrawny build, long bony tail, tall pointy ears, long pointed snout -- facial features look a lot like the Egyptian Anubis.

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A random fact: the name "Falkry" in my world translates to Falcon-Winged in the human language -- I did that intentionally as a direct reflection onto the fact that Falkry have falcon-like wings. (You can probably tell all the names on this list were pretty well-thought-out Lol)

BONUS: Here are some other miscellaneous but highly useful objects that are a big part of my world that aren't plants or animals::

***Ululeh - thin pencil-long metal rod used for ‘writing’ on wax-covered waterproof paper that is capable of traveling through rainstorms without getting soaked. The rod creates indentations that can be read when tilted to catch the light. ((This one was inspired because I used to use pens that had run out of ink to create "secret messages" when I was in school - they could only be read at the right angle since there was 0 ink involved and only grooves on the paper, if that makes sense?))

***Flight wax - clear wax that goes onto a Fallry's feathers to help the tips not get frayed during rough flying (or aerial combat) and also acts as waterproofing when water is expected to be involved. Also helps them fly faster. When applied it is slick and shiny but dries a transparent matte. No one would notice when someone is wearing it unless they look closely at the feather barbs to see that they are coated. The wax can be dyed different colors for easier identification during flight.

---Red tipped wings=leader, person who gives orders

---Black/white tipped wings = 3 wingman of the leader

((There are more color associations but I'll cut it short for the sake of how long this is getting - ironic because it's already overwhelmingly long)

***Vlute - made from Whistling Grass (which makes a whistling sound when wind or air blow through it); Vlute itself has strings like violin, plays like flute

***Feather Oil - made from extremely diluted tree sap mixed with a variety of natural oils to create a hydrating substance used when grooming feathers to keep them in pristine condition after each molt and improve flight capabilities (similar to the function of Flight Wax, but the oil is meant more for maintenence and upkeep than actual protection.) Often Falkry will help each other groom, and it's considered a bonding experience to do it with your friends and help each other out.

My world even has its own ancient LANGUAGE unique to Falkry! (Shadow takes advantage of that fact occasionally in the books to hold conversations with Tanner that Thomas the human can't interpret -- Tanner has studied the language Shadow speaks and is semi-fluent, so Shadow can give him secret messages -- usually just calling Thomas an idiot is multiple languages and cussing him out)

Oh, and Falkry even have several their own sports and pastime activities that are part of their culture

***Cliff diving -- a fun aerial sport where Falkry dive off of a steep cliff to catch the powerful updraft that flows vertically up the rock face. From there many incredible aerial feats can be achieved that wouldn’t be possible elsewhere. Cliff-diving sites also have the perfect conditions for teaching young Falkry to fly for the first time, since it is actually quite hard to fall because of the strong upward wind blowing in from the ocean.

***The Darken Day Festival -- a massive celebration celebrating the darkest day on Falkradia, which takes place every 5 years during a rare eclipse. The festival lasts a full 24 hours and is full of fancy dining, dancing, and aerial sports like treetop races and agility courses. A lot of Falkry dye their feathers with bright colors to show off and express their joy and have fun. The Darken Day Festival is by far the largest party/calendar event on Falkradia, and it takes over a week of preparation beforehand to get setup for it.

***A Game Called "Flinch" - this is a dangerous pastime game that involves seeing who can toss throwing knives into the ground closest to their foot/shoe without flinching or cutting themselves. Kind of like the knife game humans play where they see how fast they can stab a knife between their fingers without cutting themselves. It's a similar concept. It's a demonstration of skill and talent to see who has the most accurate aim. With a Falkry's regenerative abilities, any damage obtained during the game will heal, so it's nothing too permanent (unless a toe is accidently severed -- Falkry can't grow back entire body parts.) But in the end, whoever flinches is out.

And lastly, here are some major or important locations mentioned that are part of Falkradia (and will be included on the official map once it's created)

***Far Drysands - a long sandy beach located on the East end of the Falkradia island -- a common recreational spot for Falkry willing to wake up early enough to get a stunning view of the sun rising over the ocean in the morning.

***Firefall Forest -- the giant forest to the North of the main Falkradian city. It's the place where most hunting and foraging takes place, and often hunting competitions are held in it as a fun challenge to new Falkry hunters to test out theirs skills in the wild. It's also where nearly apl of the plants and animals mentioned earlier live and thrive - it can be a dangerous place to wander in alone.

***Moon Falls -- a gorgeous waterfall located near a lush, densely forested canyon. At night, the moon reflects off the waterfall, making it's water look like liquid silver flpwibg over the canyon edge and its misty spray look like glittering diamonds in the air. It's a popular nighttime hangout spot.

***Grand Hall -- the centerpiece structure in the middle of the Falkradian city, a massive building built directly into the side of a mountain. It's where the main part of the Darken Day Festival takes place, and is the location where all important meetings/events happen.

Falkry also have their own schooling system which teaches young Falkry the basics of survival - there's fight, hunting, and flight training, plus several other class-types including healing, foraging, and proper use of magic. Falkry learn how to safely navigate turbulent air conditions like windy days or thunderstorms, as well as wield their magic once it develops with puberty. But flight training is by far the most important class, as a Falkry needs to be capable of staying airborne in any weather conditions whatsoever.

I've got a bunch more lore surrounding Falkradia than what's listed here, but I think this is probably enough for now (I'll have to put together another post sometime with more info)

>>>to everyone reading, please note that I retain the right to these things, and I do not give anyone permission to steal/use these ideas without asking (please message me if you wish to possibly use my ideas and we can talk about it)<<<

[tf2incorrectquotes]

Spy : This is plan will either go horribly, or fantastically!

Scout : i vote for horribly.

Spy : Shut up.

The rest of the team are confused when a smug Scout and grouchy Spy return to the base covered in treesap, honey and six different types of jelly.

[yewwantstobattle]

⚡ say got anything neat to know about Vikavolt?

🌸 and maybe something interesting to be enlightened to about the mantine here?

@acedarrowslingers

Nice to meet you both! And sure thing!

Despite their incredibly strong jaws, high mobility, and electric attacks, Vikavolt aren’t predatory. They mostly eat things like treesap and berries! All those adaptations were likely gained to protect them from any bug type Pokémon’s worst enemy: bird Pokémon. Alola has quite a few bird Pokémon who would love to make a quick meal of weaker bug types, so having the power to knock them out of the sky is really useful! Vikavolt (to some extent) have also been seen caring for previous stages in their line. There’s a few reasons for this, but it seems it’s mostly because Charjabug are able to restore a Vikavolt’s electrical charge quickly.

Mantine are wonderful! I’ve had the pleasure of trying Mantine surfing before, and that taught me they’re very intelligent! I know most people don’t think of fish pokemon as particularly smart, but Mantine are. I wiped out pretty bad the first time I tried Mantine surfing, and the next time I came to do it the Mantine remembered that I hurt myself and avoided the spot it happened in. Also they can fly. A lot of people are surprised about that. I don’t really know why they can fly (to escape predators maybe?) but they can.

[mermaids-ate-my-dinner]

Nico's complexion turned to the colour of treesap? Do y'all have vastly different coloured treesap overseas or did the boy turn orange?

[sunshinegearbox]

[beardedhandstoadshark]

if you could eat any crystal/gemstone what crystal/gemstone would you eat?

AMBER. I know it‘s just fossilized treesap, but it just isnt the same. Like hot coke vs cold coke.

Otherwise, Tigers‘ eye, it looks like candy. Or Malachite, I mean

look at these and tell me it doens‘t look like some Jelly candy

Lots of options really

[bingobongobonko]

treesap all over my mouse this morning

[protectgeorgeweasley]

what am i doing today, now that the week's deadline is sorted a bit early?

i have got a fort, and i'm going to hide in it and drink tea or something. maybe brainstorm for the next bit's issues a little.

[nvuy]

briar rose — argenti

summary. you venture off to search for flowers, and in the midst of the trees, you meet a stranger.

notes. argenti has been running through my mind like a hamster on a wheel. then @localj8 dropped the most insane concept and the wheel went even faster. channeled my inner disney princess for this because aurora was always one of my favourites. is it exactly the same as the original 1958 sleeping beauty clip? no. because truthfully, i think argenti would be a terrible singer, and i didn't want to write a singing segment......................... but anyway...

warnings. none (except a little spindle prick reference and a bit of blood, but thats all disney movie violence)

You’d been happily picking roses from the bushes with a set of trimmers whilst humming a tune when you’d pricked your finger on a thorn. 

It had stung for a good moment. Ruby red had trailed down and caught in the joints of your finger until you tended to the small cut. You’d forgotten to pack essentials as you’d only be out in the forest for an hour, and yet still, you found a way to hurt yourself.

You smeared red on your shirt in an attempt to halt the bleeding.

You plucked another rose—this time, mindful of the thorns—from the rosebush. The petals were gentle; a unique contrast to the auricles in the side of the stems. You wished to take more so you could create more bouquets for the flower stand back home, but most of the roses had shied away into rosebuds. You’d have to wait longer.

Hmm. 

The leaves of the bushes rustled in the gentle breeze, and water droplets rippled off of the leaflets and into the soil below. The seeds wishing to germinate would provide you more flowers soon. And in return, you’d take care of them. 

You admired the roses in your basket. They would do. The petals would disperse as the moon shrank towards the horizon. 

Distantly, birds chirped. There was an owl sitting atop a branch nearby, watching you with giant dark eyes and rustled feathers. A beautiful white owl, with grand wings when it stretched them outwards, almost to show them off.

Petrichor. You missed the smell of rain. The soil was damp beneath your feet. The grass grew dewy, and there was the nearby squeaking of a small fluffy animal with a curled bushy tail feeding from the treesap. 

You parted from the bushes and followed the rushing river from the bed. The roses rustled and tangled within the woven basket in your hands. 

In a pleasant twist of a surprise, there was another rosebush by its lonesome, hiding behind a fallen tree. And sadly, there was a cycrane flapping its wings, trapped and entangled in a bush of ivy.

You freed the poor thing. It let out a robotic chirp before it flew away. 

Then, you admired the flowers, feeling the plush petals with your fingers. It was almost soothing against the small wound.

Your finger touched another imposing hand, decorated with white armory and black leather palms.

The cut stang, and your hand flinched away from the touch.

The scent of pear and bergamot graced you when the offending hand shifted away.

“Forgive me.”

The stranger plucked a rose you had missed. A beautiful one with crimson petals and a brilliant deep green stem, that he then handed to you. 

You took it gratefully, a wry smile pulled onto your lips. You weren’t quite sure a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet. The fragrance was aromatic; a tender note of the water droplets left behind from the evening rain. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you.”

“Oh…” You turned, briskly standing up, trying to chase the fluster crawling up your neck. “It wasn’t that.” You tried your sore finger, bending it at your side. It ached. “It’s just–” The stranger did startle you. Nobody ever ventured out into the woods.

“I am a stranger.” He nodded, understanding. “Allow me to introduce myself.” His armour was a gleaming gold and porcelain, and his red hair spilled over the pieces like silk and satin sashes on an old and loved dress. “I am Argenti. A dedicated knight of the Knights of Beauty. I couldn’t help but traverse into the woods, and I am ever so grateful I did.”

You shouldn’t speak to strangers, no matter how well-mannered they were.

But maybe, you could selfishly indulge in his presence, even for a few fleeting moments. 

You greeted him with your name. You weren’t sure your smile could equvicate to his dazzling grin, though there was a red tinge to the tips of his ears you couldn’t quite ignore.

“Mellifluous.” Argenti could simply die. “A honour it is to learn your name. I will remember it well and forever.” He then noticed the crimson along your finger. "You're hurt."

"It's nothing." You wiped the blood on your shirt again. "Don't worry about it. I'm alright."

His face twisted with concern, though he remained silent. He must have been a dream. It was a dream too good to be true. 

There was a slow and long silence. He was distracted with admiring the delicate swoop of your lashes, the shadows dusting upon your cheeks accentuated by the silver light of the moon.

“You collect roses?” he asked once he’d blinked. He nodded towards the basket.

“Oh!” You pulled back the lid to show him the flowers. “I collect all sorts of flowers, actually.” You pulled one from the basket. “But, the rosebushes have graced me today, it seems.” This rose was a light red, almost leaning towards a rouge, and absent of thorns on the stem. 

You slotted it carefully above his ear. The red sat nicely in his hair, and the stem matched the colour of his eyes.

The scent of vanilla wavered from his hair. What an interesting mix. You felt yourself drawing closer.

You are too dangerous for him. He felt his heart weigh light in his chest. The dark tinge of your cheeks and the curious purse of your lips when his gloved fingers raised to stroke the petals in his hair.

The soft chirp of the nightbirds and the distant flutter of the cycranes played a soothing song within the wind. 

What a pleasant, perfect night. The sky was clear, save for a fading cloud crossing over the moon’s silver gaze. 

And so, he bathed in the presence of Idrila’s beauty. Never would he had thought to have the opportunity to experience this moment. 

He could’t even begin to describe how his heart leapt in his chest, how it hammered against his ribcage, desperate to be set free. So desperate to press to your own chest, to feel your own heartbeat against his skin. A blessed song, only for him to hear.

Argenti held out a hand once more. “May I indulge in a dance?”

You blinked, knitting your brows together. 

You looked around. “There’s no music.” You also couldn’t dance. You were afraid you’d trample on his toes.

Argenti simply let out a mellow laugh. “The sound of the quiet of the night and your voice is a tune of its own, is it not?” His hand settled gently onto your waist. “Allow me to lead.”

You let out a laugh when he whisked you into a circle, your fingers slotting perfectly in between the spaces of his. “You’re a madman.”

Perhaps he was. Perhaps you had figured him out already, like opening a book and following every line of writing with that gorgeous gaze of yours. Perhaps he was already enchanted by the flutter of your lashes, and the small imperfections dotting along your skin.

Grace. A flower amidst the rubble and ruin. He believed elegance and beauty were synonymous, interchangeable, even.

But, when you almost tripped over his foot, and then a stray root from a nearby tree in the damp soil, he caught you, and realised that you were everything he had been searching for his entire life.