saw what appeared to be a teaser for a sequel to happy anniversary on the bird app, so obviously i had to get these last few rotten roots memes out of my system

Rereading Rotten Roots because I actually managed to finish the two part Christmas story

And oh my god (the following contains spoilers for Rotten Roots, Cabin Tales, my crossover AU)

When Thomas (creator of Cabin Tales) made Wong, it was seriously a great idea to make her an officer of the law and a cultist who wants to bring criminals to justice. I also enjoy the character of Norman, a very sophisticated gentleman at first glance but as the episodes continued, he is truly a dangerous man. I also like Steve too, he had a cool voice and so did Isabella

Now, when missr3n3 wrote Rotten Roots, I was not ready for what was in store. Since before I read her fanfic, I hadn't listened to the two piece episodes since I was still finishing season 1 at a slow pace, but now that I finally listened to it today: I'm rereading the story.

But there are some things that I want to mention about how missr3n3 wrote out the cultists, Sarah and Peter. I do believe that Wong would make a perfect villain and the way how she wrote her character is phenomenal. But since I listened to the episodes, I know what her voice is and I can see how people would either mistake her for a good person or not believe her facade. As for Norman, he is truly a hypocritical man. He brings in terrible people to his mansion only to kill them in brutal ways, when he himself is not a good person. And that is what makes him so damn interesting. I also love how missr3n3 gave Isabella and Steve a bigger role even if they weren't mentioned much in the podcast. I do believe that when Sarah had left Isabella alive, it shows that not even death is an escape for her. As for Steve, he was truly something else. He nervous person at first but over time, we see the true him as someone who wants everyone to suffer. But we also see him get used by Norman and Wong in both the podcast and the fanfic. Am I justifying his actions? Absolutely not, he deserves to rot (haha because the fanfic is called 'Rotten Roots') and stay alive, but he let himself be used by people higher than him. I absolutely cannot forget the pathetic sad wet cat known as Peter! He has experienced true character growth (both negatively and positively) and while he is an abuser, (and he's not real ;-;) I am genuinely happy to see this man get the help he needs. To a shy and awkward person to an abusive boyfriend to a mentally unwell person who wants to heal, that's character development. Now, Sarah is a total badass who I aspire to be. Not only did she escape Peter, she saved him and showed the cult that she was not a force to be reckoned with. While I'm glad I got to see her grow from a shy woman to a lady ready to shoot people for the sake of her safety and her ex-boyfriend, she deserves better. She suffered through physical, mental and emotional abuse and I know that it's hard to recover from that, I'm just hoping that she gets the life she deserves: A good one.

And Mittens is a great cat, 10/10.

A concept that won't leave me in peace.

Soooo... A previous Six Eyes (SE) was murdered by Kenjaku. Screw the timeline and let's think that he did it while possessing Noritoshi Kamo.

The Gojo Clan declared the Kamo Clan as culprits for the assassination. It sadly didn't go anywhere because the Zenin Clan backed Kamos for political reasons. This made the Gojos seethe.

The 4th SE was born. They grew up long enough to stop Kenjaku again. However, their life was cut short in a duel against the Zenin's clan head. Again, the Gojos demanded reparations. They were ignored as the Kamos returned the favor and supported the Zenins.

Naturally, the Gojos went "Fuck this shit. We're out." And I mean really out. They had all their active sorcerers pulled out from everywhere. They literally burned their bridges by destroying their own compound to hide their traces so no one from the jujutsu society will ever find them again.

There was a great diaspora of the Gojo clans. They set roots in places far away and unexpected by the other clans to avoid further assassination attempts on their precious SE.

The Gojos became a strong-knit family after the complete disregard for the death of their leader twice. Even if they were apart and in hiding, they did their best to keep in touch in a variety of ways both mundane and magical.

And so, the Gojos successfully integrated themselves into society as sorcerers hiding in plain sight:

The main family founded a successful and powerful corporation in the tech industry. Through the use of a CT, the Gojos mass produced products that can pass as talismans to ward off curses from their customers.

One branch family entrenched themselves in the entertainment industry. Through musicians and dancers, they can enhance any Gojo products' potency as long as they are within range of their live performance or recordings in play. Actors, models, photographers, news reporters, and filming crew are the "field" agents in exorcising curses as they work their day jobs.

Another branch is in the pharmaceutical industry and is making their way slowly to the top. They don't have yet the perfect CT that can help make their products useful against curses but they are working hard on it.

A select few went into various temples, shrines, churches, hospitals, and the police. Their roles are akin to spies. Any curse or sorcerer-related cases tend to be reported there first. They are still mulling about going into politics and the food industry.

The reason behind their drive to succeed both in and out of jujutsu related everything is pure spite. They are living up the motto "I can live without you but can never live without me."

Beating the Zenins and the Kamos regarding sorceries without them being the wiser is their clan's mission. The two clans' frustration is a great source of entertainment for the Gojos ever since one of them had a CT that is like an SE offshoot that allows them to observe a room at a great distance. That particular Gojo infiltrated Tokyo and Kyoto jujutsu schools as a janitor to set up discreet "spy cams".

However, the Gojos do feel bad about the non-clan affiliated sorcerers. So they try to alleviate their burden by helping in a round about way to avoid revealing themselves.

Then, Satoru was born and he was spoiled rotten albeit suffocated. He is treated like the next best thing since sliced bread, the ultimate weapon, and a fine porcelain doll.

Satoru's childhood is a bit confusing but Satoru knows he is the clan's greatest darling. Adults are fighting over what he'd be in the future. Will he inherit the tech company? Should he go into acting or singing? Maybe he'd be charismatic enough to be a politician. A model was a good option too or an an athlete!

All plans were put into a halt though when the Gojo in the police department found Riko in a car accident. They learned she was a potential Star Plasma Vessel (SPV). So they took her and her maid in.

Satoru instantly fell in love at being an older brother. He wished for Riko to be his little sister to protect and spoil.

The Gojos know the SE, SPV, and Tengen have a weird connection with each other. They were wary about having the two children close and having the Amanais as part of the family. However, one look from two pairs of big baby blues and the entire family folded.

Tough luck for Tengen. The Gojo clan do not bear the old sorcerer any grudge but they are just really weak against this generations' SE and SPV. They unanimously decided to let them live a long satisfying life as much as possible. Tengen would be fine on their own.

So, Satoru Gojo and Riko Amanai became Satoru Misato and Riko Misato. They live an ordinary life together with their Aunt Kuroi Misato. They are students by day and exorcists (with a legion of chaperones/guards) at night. They are living up the superhero vigilante life.

Then a Meet Cute happens between Riko and Yu one mission gone wrong. Nanami gets slapped in the face. Then it is hate at first sight between Satoru and Suguru because they stole each other's first kiss Naruto style.

My Grandma's Magic Garden (AKA the Compost)

As I contemplated writing about starting a compost of all things, it occurred to me that I have a lot of odd stories about my grandma. My maternal grandma was the daughter of Polish immigrants. She was born and raised in Hartford, CT during the dark days of the Depression and was in high school during World War II. Right after the war, when she was fresh out of school, she met and married my grandfather. He was a young Air Force officer, and their courtship was a two week whirlwind of a romance that resulted in six kids and decades of marriage. After many moves around the world (and by the time I was born), she and my grandfather (a Lt. Colonel) had settled into an upper middle class neighborhood in Northern Virginia between Old Town Alexandria and Mount Vernon -the famous estate of George Washington.

My grandma and grandpa owned a six bedroom house in this neighborhood. Five of these bedrooms were used for people and one was just used for Grandma's clothes. She loved getting dolled up and could be as elegant as a movie star when she wanted to be. However, because of her humble roots, she was also thrifty and hard-working at home (when she wasn't watching soap operas in her bedroom). She was also never afraid to do her "own thing," as she would phrase it, however eccentric her "own thing" might be.

One of her eccentric "own things" was the way she "gardened." Grandma's "garden" was actually an enormous patch of decaying kitchen scraps --AKA a compost heap. Under the rubbish, you could tell that Grandpa had originally intended for this area to be a real garden. It was a large rectangular plot neatly trimmed with gray plywood fencing around the perimeter. It's size mirrored the deck of the tall wooden porch next to it. You could also tell that Grandpa had once tilled the rich Virginian soil. However, instead of cultivating this patch in the traditional way 98% of gardeners do, my Grandma would just hurl buckets of vegetable scraps, egg shells, coffee grounds, and tea bags onto it from the wooden deck above -like a farmer feeding slops to pigs.

Need I say, this "garden" probably made the residents of Grandma's swanky hamlet really happy (she, on the other hand, could give a s*%t what anyone thought).

Once in a while, and I don't know if this used to be standard protocol, Grandma would cover the entire patch with newspaper and and sprinkle it with lime to hasten the process of decay. I am pretty sure you can dispose of dead bodies this way, too, so lime is probably not a product you want big brother seeing you buy on a regular basis -even though alkaline lime can help neutralize acidic waste like pine needles and reduce odor (btw, I am joking about big brother -sort of).

In between these activities, my grandma hardly looked at her heap, and it was during these moments of NOT looking that the MAGIC would happen. Rotten tomatoes would release seeds and fertilize baby plants with sweet decay. Scooped out squash and cucumber seeds would nestle into moist pulp and sprout in the rich soil -gently coaxed by the rain. Grandma's weird compost would magically become a garden of first generation wild edibles -fertilized by the chemical energy of cultivated forebears. The plants that survived and thrived under these hard conditions were strong and untame, just like Grandma.

To a little girl like me, the fruit from this garden was magical because it was a surprise, a gift from the Earth to my grandma because she refused to be wasteful. It felt like Christmas to me every time she walked through her side door with an armload of butternut squash or tomatoes. Of course, we also benefited from these gifts because we got to eat the good cooking a harvest inspired. Contrary to what the neighbors might have thought, we knew that Grandma's thrifty garden was no eyesore but an abundant "waste"land that left us not wanting when it came to meals.

Now, decades later, but still inspired by my memories of Grandma, my family and I have decided to compost, but not using Grandma's open air method. Grandma used to befriend every raccoon and bird that came to visit her "garden." We, on the other hand, are not interested in becoming Chez Rubbish, the new hot spot in town, for every critter near our southern bay. Instead, we have opted to purchase an enclosed, plastic compost barrel that is easy to rotate. The barrel lets air and insects in and keeps rodents out.

The manufacturer's instructions are simple: mix 2 parts Brown materials (wood ash, cardboard, cornstalks, leaves, pine needles, straw, paper -Grandma was on the right track with the newspaper) with one part Green --everything grandma put into her heap plus any green plants (the instructions also say manure, but that is not happening here). It sounds simple enough, but we are clearly newbies, so any advice from more experienced composters is appreciated.

Ultimately, I know that with our new compost barrel, my chances of growing a magical garden like Grandma's are slim to none. Still, I hope to reduce our garbage output by at least one bag a week and to fertilize our sandy soil. And, hey, Grandma, if you are listening, once in a while I still throw fruit directly into my garden patch off season, hoping to create magic just like you did.

Life without Mom?

I made a big decision yesterday: I’m moving back in with my mom....Which is a scary idea to imagine. We have never gotten along well while co-living. But, due to the recent incident and the issues it has brought to the surface, I’m going to suck it up and move back, no matter how difficult and frustrating it may become. My mother’s well-being matters more than anything else.

My 16 hour long shift got cut in half yesterday due to my mom having a health emergency and needing to go to the hospital. She called me, complaining of shortness of breath, edema in her feet and ankles, chest pain as well as heart palpitations. Luckily, we happened to be double staffed yesterday evening, enabling my leave. I arrived at her house and she showed me the severity of her edema, which was immediately alarming. Her being a nurse, she summed up her symptoms and concluded the possibility of CHF (Congestive Heart Failure) or a blood clot.

Cue the stomach-turning anxiety. Many different thoughts and feelings began pouring into my mind -- Anger for her not taking better care of herself. Sadness for the idea of her grandchildren not knowing her. Panic for maybe not having her here with the important times to come in mine and my sister’s lives.... Nothing that I have time to acknowledge right now.

We arrived at the hospital and despite their business, we did not have to wait long for a bed because they were also alarmed at her symptoms, with her age and condition. My mom, being my mom, down-played everything she was experiencing. Surprise. I made sure that the point got across to her nurses and doctors. For this fact, I was especially happy to have came; assuming her symptoms would've been possibly overlooked if I hadn't been there to force her to be honest. They checked for all possible emergent problems but had found none; even after a CT scan, X-ray and numerous blood tests. Unhappy with not getting to the root of what is seemingly putting my mom’s life at risk more and more each month, we left the ER with general directions of drinking more fluids, eating and staying out of this heat. Not to forget the obvious order: stop smoking.

We left and went home. First thing she did? She smoked a cigarette and made herself a cup of coffee. My level of frustration was at it’s highest of the day, now.

Throughout the evening, amongst the conversation and discussion of her health, it was very difficult to not seem upset. I didn’t even want to imagine the possibility of her not being around for all that I thought she would be. I was and still am angry and scared. Why did the first thing she did after she left the ER have to be to go against the doctor’s orders? Yes, I understand addiction to caffeine and nicotine. Her life was and is on the line, though. I expressed to her that at this rate, she wont be around for my kids. I told her I want her to be and I think I told her I need her to be, too. I have a very, very hard time expressing any emotion to her and that’s a big issue for me. I don’t know how to fix it. Times like this are when I resent not having a closer relationship with her the most. Because even in a situation like this, I can’t just say something along the lines of “Mom, I love you and I really care about you and your health. I need you around for when I become a mom. I need my kids to know the woman that raised me. I need you there when I get married, when I buy a house; I need you there on the holidays. I just need you there. Life is so hard and I am in no way, shape or form, able to carry myself through all of it’s good times and bad times without you. I can’t, and I never want to. Someday, yes I understand it is sadly going to happen. But mom, you don’t even have any white hair yet. You haven’t kissed my babies yet or spoiled them rotten. You haven’t given them memories that they will cherish forever, you haven’t been there to decide if the man I want to marry is worth my time. You haven’t been there to help pick out a wedding dress or help me make it through that special day, steering me clear of an emotional breakdown. We haven’t even gone to the arboretum yet, Mom! There are so many things that life has to offer us to experience and learn together. Life is not done with you! Please, don’t be done with it.”

She unfortunately is the type of person to say “Hey, life is short. Why not enjoy it.” That mentality reaches all aspects of her life. Regarding unhealthy food, lack of drinking water, smoking cigarettes, etc. I want her to so badly understand that yes, life’s short. Why not live the best one, then? Eat healthy, drink more water, get up and go exercise. The results to quitting bad habits are rewards so big that you would be more satisfied by them than you ever would be by instantly gratifying yourself with the things that will only hinder you in the long run; money-wise and  energy-wise. Cut back on the unhealthy fast food and cook your own meals. Watch the money that you would be spending build up. Watch your body lose weight. Stop smoking. Watch yourself wake up easier each day. Feel your body re-stabilizing. Again, watch your bank account fill. Drink more water and watch your symptoms decrease or all in all, disappear. Lastly, get more sleep. Your mind will work better. You’ll have more energy hence more motivation to go and do. You’ll have more money. You’ll feel so much better. So much happier. You’ll feel good about the life you’re living.

I just wish I could give her a taste of it. Once I felt the benefits of changing my lifestyle, I didn’t want to stop. I want her to know that feeling.

-knf

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the final chapter of rotten roots comes out tomorrow!!! and it's actually going to be a short chapter for once lol

so about that cabin tales fic i won't shut up about. the first chapter goes up tomorrow!

chapter 5 of rotten roots should b ready to go tomorrow! norman lookin kinda scary there O_O

pov u just rescued ur abusive ex from a homicidal vigilante cult and now ur both wondering if u made the right call

(new cabin tales fic chapter drops tomorrow!)

content warnings: past abuse, kidnapping, emotional manipulation, implied torture

the cabin tales fic is now real and can be read with ur eyeballs!

found out on the bird app that apparently happy anniversary was first recorded a year ago as of yesterday! couldn't come up with any canon art tho, so have some more rotten roots art instead lol

save me from this truly atrocious creative block sarah cabin tales

imagine you finally escape from your deranged bf's basement and you run into the worst possible person

also bonus headcanon:

i dont care WHAT my writers block says, new chapter of the cabin tales fic is dropping tomorrow!!!!

content warning: mild gore and violence

now we're really getting to see sarah's badass side!! includes the Peace Cult going for an easter hunt, the first fight scene i've ever written, and a title drop!