#tw: the literal Bible

[answermywearyquery]

great 😳 + dr. tyme's large equipment 😏

[threepandas]

Eve: Part 2

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He had clothes for me. And It would not have been so unsettling, had they been less... precise. Less flattering. Fit less perfectly. But they DID. A sundress, in a flattering cut. A lovely color for my skin tone. The sort of thing a man who wore only variations of the same outfits? Day in and day out? Definitely researched.

At least I had fucking underwear now.

Even if I still couldn't move under my own power, farther then an inch or so.

He didn't even have the decency to dress me like a doll. Fondly but with some detachment. A bit of distance I could cling too. No, I was the paralyzed toddler, to be cradled and cooed over as he manhandled me. Praises as though I DONE anything. Kisses pressed to bio-gel wet hair and skin.

Weren't I SUCH a good girl? Letting him do as he pleases. Unable to stop him. Weak as the newborn I was. Fuck. The echoes of pain still howled along my near weeping nerve endings. Begging for rest. For the finest pain medication cocktails money can buy. Anything.

Instead I got this.

Clingy hands and the near bitter cold of a lab.

A lab coat was pulled onto me next. It didn't match my little dress up outfit. But? At least it was WARM. Thank god. Already, the goo was making my clothes stick to me. Sucking away my heat. Leaving my... my EVERYTHING feeling gross and sticky. I wanted a shower. Not to be dressed up.

But I had a feeling I wouldn't be getting what I wanted.

"There we are~ All nice and covered up. We'll get you cleaned up soon, sweetheart. Daddy promises." The madman who held me hummed. His face tucked against my gel filthy hair as his hand rubbed up and down my limp arm, as though trying to draw warmth to it. A mockery of caring. This was possession. "Now let's get out of here, hmm?"

Scooped up like a princess, I felt more like a toy too be carted around.

I was carried, for the first time, from the lab that had been all I'd known.

I wish he'd left me there. Forgotten I even existed. Instead, I got to see firsthand, EXACTLY what he had done. And... and I knew... KNEW that none of those dead around me were innocent. They all had hand in atrocities, either directly or by compliance. Inaction. But.... but did they deserve this? Indiscriminate execution?

He didn't even glance down, as he strolled through the carnage he had made.

Too the elevators, where he casually kicked the corpse blocking the door, out of the way, before steeping inside. We rode in near silence. Just me, him, and the corpses of three security gaurds and a scientist. He was humming. Soft but pleased, as though the day had turned out surprisingly well.

He had to rest me on a hood, when we reached the carpark. So he could dig out his keys. I was swept up again. Though not carried far. Fancy. Good to know being a morally bankrupt, weirdly clingy, DEEPLY fucking cracked, mad scientist pays well... I guess...

Placed down on another hood while he...

Are you kidding me?

With a near skip in his step, I watch as my "father" strolls to the trunk of his car. Pops it open. Pulls out a FUCKING KIT. An honest to God duffle bag. Several unopened plastic carseat covers. How... how LONG has he been PLANNING this?!

Numbly, I watch as he preps his front seat for me. Both protecting the upholstery while somehow making an honest to God nest of comfort for his little passenger princess. There are layers. The motions look practiced. I... I feel like I'm in a fever dream.

He does realize I'm technically a science experiment, right?

We are... for lack of a better plot device, absconding in the night? He's not PICKING ME UP FROM THE HOSPITAL. He's kidnapping me! Stealing me!! What the ACTUAL FUCK?!

I don't ask. Know BETTER then to ask. I remember that much. You don't argue with crazy. You smile, nod, and quietly get the FUCK out of there at the first possible chance. Placate don't escalate. If the madman wants to play "happy family"? Suuuuuure, "Daddy". Of COURSE.

That's EXACTLY what'll do...

You know, right up until I can fucking RUN again.

Then peace out, bitchcakes. You can take your nuttypuffs and SHOVE IT. I am sore, cold, and YOU are the one who kept pumping me full of drugs! They HURT. A LOT. I know for a FACT the world's probably gonna end. In that weirdly symbolic anime way, where there's giant hands and faces or whatever, so? Screw you!

Noooooot that I SAY that.

Because, again, we do not provoke the crazy man with a gun.

And a PLAN apparently. Dooooon't LIKE that he has "A Plan". In fact, would Prefer Not. But I'm not getting what I want today. I'm getting lifted and put, like a precious if sickly child, into the little car nest he's made for me and tucked in. Watching as he rounds the car to slide protectors over his own seat as well.

Well... at least he's self AWARE of all the blood.

He starts the car. Turns on the heater, a few taps of the console screen has music beginning to play and my seat leaning back. He leans over to grab my seat belt, as though this were all perfectly normal, pressing a soft kiss to my temple as he gets me situated.

There are straight jackets less containing.

I am trapped. Bundled by blankets, wrapped and pressed in on all sides, pillows and fancy little comforts I never wanted or asked for. All to then be strapped down by a seat belt I can't even REACH.

Great.

Just... Great.

He leaves the car running. Keys hanging, tormenting me really, in the ignition. If only I could FUCKING MOVE. I watch as he gets out. Walks back towards the elevator. He seems to think we apparently have all the time in the world. And really, according to time on the console? We kinda fucking DO.

It's barely mid-day.

Not... not even lunch.

Somehow that makes it worse. It shouldn't. I know it shouldn't. Death and massacre can happen at any time. But... the fact that he so cheerfully killed each and every one of his co-workers? Massacred everyone in the fucking building but me? In broad daylight? Makes it... worse.

It feels like the sort of horror that should only happen during dark, moonless, nights. Someplace dark. Where you expect the wickedness of man against man, the inhumanity of so called civilized people. Not... daylight. Beneath the cheerful rays under which children play and people fall in love, life bustles around. It should be for LIVING.

It's a bias.

A naive thought.

Foolish of me to hold...

And yet? I still had it. Still found myself shocked. Guess I can be glad? That my innocence has not been COMPLETELY lost to this place. That there is still good in me. I seem to still assume the best of people, foolish as that is. How very dangerous.

My "father" is back. Wheeling boxes and boxes of hard drives. Lock boxes of things unknown. First the trunk, then the back seat. The car is stuffed. Every secret this place ever held it seemed. He's talking them. His grin has teeth. Is giddy and MEAN.

Looting the corpses of his enemies agrees with him, it seems.

The last trip is for his briefcase. A small pile of file folders. He's nearly dancing. Does a little twirl as he passes the front of the car, a slide to reach the door. Humming a showtime I don't recognize.

"Ah~ I've waited for this moment for YEARS~! Ha Ha!" Teeth flash and catch the low light of the carpark's emergency lighting, his eyes practically glow with a manic schadenfreude. "Oh my sweet Eve, you have NO idea how much I've been looking forward to the day I get to steal you away~ BURN this cesspit to the ground. And best of all? Finally get my hands on all this research! Put it to actual USE for once! No more filthy Adams. No more trying to fix the worthless and damned! Just us. Just Eden."

Well THATS not fucking ominou-...

Wait.

WHAT.

Eden. As in EDEN Eden? End game Eden? Super mega doom project Eden? Seemly perfect garden of bliss build upon horrors, that you think have to face Plot Relevant, "get one of several endings", Moral Quandary EDEN??? THAT ONE!? Oh, MOTHER FUCKER. Please tell me Crazy Daddy Pants isn't one of the Architects of the apocalypse.

I do NOT want to be ground zero for that. NOR in the Protagonist's way!

He buckles up. Pulls out of his spot. Casual as anything. The world is blinding, after a life spent inside. A depressing cyberpunk hellcity crowds the world around us. Somehow both choking the world of all color, even as it splashes itself with gaudy and neon like some sort of radioactive oil spill.

Clambering over each other like a bucket of crabs, dragging everyone else down as they claw at what's left of the sky.

A full city of Babel.

Yet? Even as I remember, lay witness, to this oh so familiar set dressing? Limp in my creator's car, as he drives. Smoothly navigating chaotic traffic worse then anything I could ever remember? My mind was faster then it had been. Processed information FASTER then I could ever have imagined.

I... I experienced time differently, I think.

It was... flexible? Slowing and speeding, depending on if I... not "concentrated"? But "payed attention"? I guess? Wanted to know. It felt almost like flexing something, yet there was no... flexing? Feeling? It was strange.

Yet...

Yet, with it...

I SAW.

A food cart. Owner sneaking a bedraggled man a few extra peice when he glanced away. Young parents, swinging their child between them. He is the center of their world. A first date. They are both widows, old grief still clings, but cautiously... they are ready to try again. There is SO MUCH. Lives and lives and LIVES.

The city is ugly, cruel, but the people are not.

They are not props in someone else's play.

The traffic dies off, as we get closer and closer to opulence. As brutalism shifts to a blend of art nouveau and art deco. Bits of greenery, kept like trophies to be displayed. I am somehow... unsurprised, when my creator pulls us into the garage of one of the more expensive but barren looking houses.

It is the sort of place that makes show room's seem warm.

Because, at least, show rooms TRY to mimic hospitality and warmth. A lived in quality. They, at least, SUGGEST that the dwelling they represent could one day be a home. This? This place hold no such illusions. This house would prefer itself to be a lab. Be left alone. The walls somehow radiating a disgust of you.

It is unbearably cold.

Scooped up again. The blankets have dried against my skin in places. So he merely takes them with, rather then (apparently) risk my poor hyper durable yet still sensitive skin. He's made me a living tank. Through agony after agony, day by day, yet NOW? Now I am treated like spun glass.

Carried into the house... and God, in the GARAGE was bad? This is somehow worse. I feel like tracking in a single speck of dirt would somehow get me treated to a summary execution. Literally. That nothing resides here but nutrient paste and room temperature, triple filtered water. A place where the color beige is treading dangerously close to being "too much".

Isn't this a form of torture? I'm pretty sure this was a form of torture, locking people in rooms designed like this.

Up the stairs, down a near barren hallway. The paintings probably came the house. They scream "generic and inoffensive". Where are we..? WHY are we going to the master bedroom? I do not WANT to be alone in a bedroom with you, my dude. Shit. FUCK!

I wriggle. I can twitch my feet a bit more now, but not by much.

"Shhhh, my perfection, I know. Being so filthy must be unbearable. But don't worry, Daddy's here. We're almost there." He croons at me, almost in the exact tone one uses to sooth a fussy toddler. I pray to God this isn't a sex thing. It's already weird, I don't know HOW weird I can tolerate before I snap. "Daddy's gonna get you all cleaned up, okay? Then you can take a nap while he pack everything to go. We're going on a little road trip to our new home. Growing girls need clean air and flowers, after all."

Oooooh fuck.

Fuck, he DOES plan to take me to Eden.

Ooooh ho hooo, I am gonna DIE die. Like... super mega death. Class A with sparkles Death. Eden is a seemingly utopian dream garden. A cottage core painting brought to life. Problem is? It's built on the back of endless suffering. Cruelty and blood, atrocity and hell itself made real.

You could like in heaven... so long as you ignored what it cost others.

Destroying Eden is what triggers the Apocalypse. Because it's BUILT INTO THE PLANET. Like a massive tumor. A parasite. Killing an already dying world even FASTER. But? Again. If you wanted to get YOURS and damn the rest? Beautiful beyond measure.

His bathroom is exactly the sort of rich person nonsense I expected from a house this size. Too much space. I get set down on a bench. Because THAT'S normal to just.. fucking have. How the hell does it not MOLD? No, wait, concentrate. I do NOT want this man bathing me! Yes, he's seen me naked. A lot. But that wasn't touching! No touchy!

He comes back with a pitcher.

And I discover that I am saved. Bio-gel is incredibly water soluble. He pours water over where the blankets stick to me to free me. Has removed his shoes and watch. Everything, really, that can't afford to get wet. I find out why? When he carries me straight into a walk in shower.

Fully dressed.

....at least he's respecting my boundaries?

Never VOICED them, though. So I have no idea what this is. Washing off the blood maybe? We don't stay long. Or, rather, I don't stay long. Just long enough to remove most of the gel. Then I am swept off to a fancy jacuzzi tub. Oooooh, bubbles. Warm water. Warm and comfy, massaging wat jet lined seat. Blergle....

I think my brain is melting out.

Waaaarm soup. Bubbles. Cook my muscles until I am noodle. Leave me, I wanna die here.

I am utterly blissed out. Boneless. No longer even TRYING to keep track of my surroundings. The indulgent chuckle from above me? Should probably worry about that. But on the OTHER hand... what if I just continued to doze off, here, in what is clearly heaven's water filled embrace? Hands gather my hair. Gently begin to work what smells like fancy shampoo into it.

Spa day?

My sleepy brain says it's probably spa day or something. This is nice~

By the time everything is done, my limbs are heavy and boneless. Relaxed. At least, I'm PRETTY sure that's why I can't move so good. Mmmm, sleepy. Warm now. I list to the side, only to be caught gently. The guy helping me, helps me change. Comfy new clothes. Hair ready for sleep. Even carries me to a big ol bed. Tucks me in. How nice...

I'm forgetting something...

Feels important. But I'm TIRED. I'll deal with it in the morning.

"Ah~ my perfect girl, I can't wait to give you EVERYTHING." Whispers a voice, like a confession, before a kiss is pressed to my temple. "You were made to be loved. Adored. The perfect child meant for a perfect world. I can not wait to finally bring you HOME. God's mistake was making Adam."

"All I need, is Eve."

[coockie8]

"You can't create fiction about X problematic thing without explicitly condemning it otherwise your readers/viewers will think it's okay to do irl!"

Okay see well I was under the impression that since I'm not creating fiction for literal 5-year-olds that my readers/viewers would already be aware of the fact it's not okay to rape, torture, and murder people in real life without me spoon-feeding that to them like they're toddlers ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

If you're over the age of 10 and still don't know that it's bad to hurt people in real life without a fairy tale telling you so, then that is 100% a you problem, like I don't know what to tell you here :/

[strange-doll-child]

Publicly executing him, he does not regret whatever he's being executed for idk ndbsj

[triple-pupil]

Presenting one of my personal favorites.

Haniel.

Archangel of Joy, of the Virtues, caretaker of Chalkydri and Phoenixes, Dominion of the Cosmos.

I'm still working on their colors.

Also have him talking with Lucifer about scripture or something.

If anyone wants to know about the definitions of the titles, I can talk about them, but my knowledge's just superficial.

[yearningaces]

I gotta say, no one prepared you for when you grow up religious and turn out queer.

There's so many people I've talked to who left the church and it correlates with them being queer and I will never say they're wrong

But there's a different kind of grief of still being religious, and wanting to stay in a church, and going to one your family just found and praised and you go and hope for the best and instantly know you'll never be welcomed here if you were yourself.

And then you have to sit and bite your tongue and listen when others like you say they don't go and they've got religious trauma and all you can say is 'I'm so sorry. It's not supposed to be like this, my God isn't like these people but they hurt you and I'm so sorry I don't know why they act this way'

How do you go about that?

[chirp-featherfowl]

dawn of creation

(OHHHHHH MY GOD TUMBLR CRUSHED MY ART AGAIN. CLICK FOR HIGHER QUALITY. HOLY SHIT)

little logan under the cut because of course he wasn't there for it

[ntls-24722]

actually im gonna use this ask just to solidify declarationpaper lore: papyrus is incredibly ancient and was born/died during ancient egyptian times and the only reason he's still around is because he wasn't mummified so he wasn't accepted by the gods. he was also therefore around and heard about it when jesus came back from the dead. he remembers it making "big news" but isn't aware that there's a religion about him on account of the fact he cannot, for the life of him, remember the name of jesus when it happened

like,

[christianity is explained to him] WHAT A TEAM PLAYER THAT JESUS IS. HE'S VERY BRAVE, HE REALLY THOUGHT HE'D DIE - I WONDER IF HE CAN TRAIN ME TO BE LIKE THAT WHEN HE COMES BACK?

BUT, [he puts hands on hips, sighs] YOU KNOW, THAT REMINDS ME OF WAY, WAY BACK SOMETHING REALLY SIMILAR HAPPENED. IT WAS LONG AGO, IT'S LITTLE SPOTTY, BUT THE LUCKY GUY CAME BACK AFTER JUST 3 DAYS, AND THE MATTER WAS JUST EVERYWHERE FOR WHAT FELT LIKE FOREVER, YOU COULDN'T ESCAPE IT!!! A BOOK WAS MADE, LOTS OF FANART WAS MADE, PEOPLE WERE PRAISING THE GUY IN THE STREETS - GOSH! HOW ENVIOUS I WAS BACK THEN! I WASN'T THERE WHERE CROSSES WAS MOSTLY USED BUT I SUPPOSE THE METHOD IS JUST BAD AT KILLING PEOPLE, WHICH - GOOD! KILLING PEOPLE IS INEFFECTIVE POLITICS ANYHOW. GOOD THING OUR KING QUIT IT!

[doueverwonder]

figured out the best way to describe how conservative I grew up is to tell people that in the mid-seventies the church I grew up in left the Southern Baptist Convention because it was too liberal.

the Southern Baptist Convention, in the seventies, was too liberal for the church I grew up in. They didn't even join the group of more conservative SBC folks, they just straight up left.

[blitz0hno]

John, I Love You - Sinead O'Connor // Johnny Boy - Twenty-One Pilots // Can't Keep Johnny Down - They Might Be Giants // St. John - Pet Symmetrry // John 9:41 // John - Ten Foot Pole

[papa-m0thman]

every day, i am cursed with the knowledge that only i can understand and appreciate the story of adam and eve in a far superior way to literally everyone else. alas, someone had to carry this burden.

[snoopyrps]

i really posted a FACT about the genocide on my instagram story and my dad started arguing with me then asked "well what if your boss sees it and he's pro-israel?" it was literally a FACT.

[goingnearlyinsane]

alright, I’ll bite

What about color theory in homestuck?

*rubs hands together evilly* this fits in with a religion thing, I'll talk about that later. It's fairly obvious looking at the colors surface level what's what. Time is red, space is green (may originally be assumed to be black). There's also life (green) and blood (red) which show more of where this is headed. This is where I'm focused right now. The first time and space players we're introduced to are Dave and Jade. They do show part of this. Actually, I might just give you a list of char/color associations for this specifically.

green: red:

Jade Dave

Kanaya aradia

Porrim Damara

calliope Caliborn

The dolorosa The sufferer

Jake Kankri/karkat

something they all have in common, by color, is and association with life/creation for green and death/destruction for red. Jade is a gardener, calliope loves writing and art, the Maryams (kanaya, porrim, and the dolorosa) have ties to gardening and motherhood. Dave likes fossils and preserved lizards, aradia likes bones while also being dead herself, karkat has links to the grim reaper through his sickles, and Caliborn is... Caliborn.

Going through you may notice something else many of the have in common: Bible symbolism. The sufferer is literally known as troll Jesus. And because I like putting things in charts, I'll do that for the troll characters.

kanaya: her entire family line is based off the Virgin Mary (see: dolorosa). the mothergrub, her lusus, is also a "mother of all trolls" same as one might say eve was the mother of all of mankind.

Aradia: *cracks knuckles* this is a fun one. First off her names. Aradia is the name of a pagan goddess (not biblical, but fun to know) and megiddo, on which her name is based, is the basis for the name Armageddon (Tran: Hill of megiddo). That's also part of her boyfriends trollian name (twinArmageddons). Apocalypse (of apocalypseArisen) means revelation, like the book of revelation. Not to mention she quite literally brings about the end of the world. The 'arisen' part probably is talking about the other sign of the end, everyone rising from the dead for judgement day.

Calliope/Caliborn: yet another fun one! First off, seraphim are the harbingers of doom in the book of revelation. On a slightly unrelated note, they are most likely meant to be a syzygy, two (one masculine, one feminine) opposite forces, working together. Caliborn is part of Lord English. And the snake symbolism, snakes are both symbols of life and fertility, and of destruction, and there's the green apple/red apple thing, plus the association of snakes and trees (again with the growth/decay motif)

Jake: the association with skulls. The PC name. The vibe. It's low-key kinda obvious, he's meant to refer to where Jesus died. Mount Golgatha, referenced in his PC name, golgathasTerror, was where Jesus was crucified. It was also commonly referenced as a skull-shaped hill. Now, his boyfriend dirk is a very obvious gnostic reference. His denizen is literally the demiurge. I'm assuming the two of them and their friends are supposed to be a trinity sort of thing. Jane is Sophia (wisdom), Roxy is hylekoi (material), dirk is psychekoi (psychological) and Jake is pneumatikoi (spiritual). Jake is also part of Lord English, so.

The dolorosa/the sufferer: as I said before, the dolorosa is based on the Virgin Mary. Her name is a reference to 'sedet mater dolorosa' (rough Tran: the mother sits weeping/in pain), a title of the Virgin mary. She found the sufferer as a grub (baby) and adopted him, which was the first time something like that had ever happened. The sufferer grew up to lead a revolt, and became, as said before, essentially troll Jesus.

alright, I'm tired. I'll upd8 it if I think of anything else.

Upd8 1: I FORGOT THE SPATIAL-TEMPORAL THING. so essentially there are two axes. Spatial, which is heaven, hell, earth, and God. So basically all the creative aspects. Then there's Temporal, which is time in general, but more specifically the End Times. This also fits in with aradia as she, the maid of time, helps (maid) to usher in the End (time).

[soulfireblue]

as a biblehead in my personal opinion tubbo might be interested in the story of david and jonathan <- who said that

[miss-fortune-thinks]

peak tumblr experience is seeing some rando talking about their bad experience shifting into THE FUCKING BIBLE 😭😭

[swagging-back-to]

some christians bought the 200 year old house across the street to turn it into a bible school.

there was a beautiful 200 yo apple tree right in the front yard. I swang in that tree growing up. I would look out at it every day and just admire it.

they cut it down and uprooted it their first week here to make A PARKINGLOT. it genuinely made me sick and everytime i look out there i feel the same way.

i have wished nothing but painful death for them every day since! :)

So I mentioned I find men bad for the ecosystem: this is what inspired it.

I’ve been exploring a local forest; it’s filled with edible plants, herbs, flowers, berries, medicinal plants and chestnut trees, I would already call it a food forest. I tried to reach all the edges of the forest, to figure out how to never get lost in it. And I stumbled upon several places where the forest has been destroyed.

There are ethical and responsible practices of cutting old, dry and already-rotten trees and using them for firewood or as a resource; this was not it. Healthy trees were cut down from an entire area, vegetation around them ran over by heavy machinery that left traces of dense, un-growable soil. The trees weren’t even picked up – most of them were left lying over the hills, making it almost impossible to walk by foot. It seemed as if the only purpose was to clear out the area, possibly for new power lines. It left a path of destruction over the forest, so big it made me sick to be there. It smelled like death, all the green was gone. It felt like some sort of a monster went on a rampage there, and left a path of absolute ruin behind. It hurt to see it. I got out of there as soon as I could.

Related to this story, there’s a big, gorgeous elderberry plant next to the building I live in. It’s grown luxuriously over some abandoned land, providing a great view of beauty, hiding the overgrown mess behind it, spreading amazing smell of elderflower thru the air. It only started flowering few days ago, and I was admiring her every day, smelling the flowers, considering if I should make a syrup from them, or wait until the berries are ready and make medicine.

Yesterday evening, I went outside, and there were two men with chainsaws, and something was missing. I stopped my bike and stared in shock. That entire huge elderberry was cut down to nothing. It was erased from existence in those few hours I wasn’t looking. The soil it was growing on is now visibly uneven, house ruins and mess of thorns behind it fully in view. No sweet smell distracting from the stink of the garbage containers. No shade from the hot sun. The men already attacking a new set of plants.

I do want to go on a rant over how intensely valuable trees and forest life and elderberry plants are, especially now, but, instead I want to point out, that this is what I mean when I say men are bad for the ecosystem. They’ve assumed both ownership and authority and permission to destroy any piece of land, any life-giving plant. They’ve created machines that don’t consider what they’re leaving behind, and they feel it their right to use them however they see fit.

But we live here too. We need the forest, the soft undamaged soil, our big elderberry plants. We don’t benefit from ruined, barren land like they do. This is damage to our ecosystem, but we’re supposed to assume it’s all somehow beneficial to us – it’s only beneficial to those who get paid to do it and those who paid for it to be done for their own purposes. We are poorer for having parts of our forest destroyed. This city is poorer for having one gorgeous, huge elderberry plant less. We do not have excess of greenery, we do not have excess of beauty, oxygen, shade, view, scent, flowers or medicine that the plant was giving us. That plant was only bringing good to us all. The forest too.

I can’t move soon enough to a place where women have both full ownership, and full control over the land. Whatever we do, I know it won’t be this. I know we won’t leave path of destruction in the forests. We won’t cover the land in asphalt so that the trees can’t grow. We won’t force heavy machinery on soft, herb-filled forest soil. We won’t cut down our beautiful, invaluable elderberry plants.