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Plant of the Day
Wednesday 29 November 2023
Great in the winter vegetable garden is Brassica oleracea var. palmifolia 'Cavolo Nero di Toscana' (black kale) which is a dark green, almost black kale variety from Tuscany, Italy. Here it is growing in a productive walled garden in Scotland.
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hamper 🐹
Hamster grumpus. His literal name is Hamper and I love him sm he's such an old man
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Saw a post about someone sharing how to DIY a hamper, and I was like, "Look, that sounds cool, but I am not gonna learn a skill to make a thing for dirty clothes."
They meant a care package. A very nice care package for someone you love who is sick.
And my brain went, "Oooooh. ENGLISH hamper. Yeah."
#hamper#care package#i don't need my confusion on that person's post#i will reblog it on its own#it's very cute#slang
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Why does he look like a hampster
#puyo puyo#klug puyo puyo#hamper#hampter#he’s a hamster#wtf#beautiful green eyes#he’s kinda scary#I don’t like it#queue
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two mob psychos (i was too busy screaming and crying to draw much for it)
#mangomoments#mp100#mob psycho 100#モブサイコ100#suzuki shou#joseph from the government#recently got into: hamster#shou's hamster#mp100 shou#hamper#he has a hamster
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Title: FFXIV Write 2023 - 20. Hamper
Characters: Yda Hext, Thancred Waters, Urianger Augurelt, Y'shtola Rhul, Minfilia Warde
Rating: Teen
Summary: Thancred's very funny.
Notes: Sometimes I claim to be committing crimes against words. This time, I kind of mean it.
Being a conscript for the mighty Garlean empire was both better and worse than he had anticipated it would be.
Worse, because of course it wasn't possible to imagine to what it would be like, separated from his family, thousands of malms away from his home, knowing that his obedience was the only thing keeping them safe. Having to be in someone else's home, knowing that the goal of the Empire was to make sure the same fate befell them, onward and onward, a beast hungry for sweat and blood, forever.
Better, because in practice, it was actually really boring.
A lot of drills. A lot of getting up early at hours gods could not see and frankly neither should men. And a lot of chores.
So many chores.
He was not sure what he had imagined military life to be like, but certainly, he had not imagined this. He spent much more time cleaning his weapon than using it, even more time marching around and checking on things he felt certain did not need checked, but checking them anyroad. Lots of standing around waiting for a lot of nothing to be done. Cleaning the Castrum. Cleaning his barracks. Cleaning his clothes. Cleaning his comrades' clothes, and that was the duty he had pulled today.
He sighed as he went from barracks to barracks, pushing, pulling, and otherwise cajoling along an increasingly long train of hampers, each one on some caster wheels and connected to one another through some clever coupling mechanism, and all driven by a magitek contrivance whose workings he didn't know. He didn't have to. Just had to guide it and make sure all the laundry got picked up. It wasn't hard work at all, just tedious. Just go to a barracks, find the watch, tell them why he was there, wait while the hampers were gathered, usually already full, add them to the train, and be on his way.
He was supposed to keep track of how many he had from where. But each hamper had a barracks number on it, and so long as the laundry room did their job, the laundry would be returned to the correct hampers, and whoever took them back didn't have too hard a time of it. And so he only made certain he didn't lose any, and paid little attention to how many he had, eventually just duly driving his long, smelly train into the heart of the Castrum where the laundry magitek devices were. This was where his job ended for now, and he was risking being late to his next duty. So while he sorely wished to stop and try to chat up the comely lass who greeted him - he could tell, even inside of the ugly sack cloth uniforms they all wore, that she was, if nothing else, athletic and trim - he saluted her sharply, signed off on the duty board, and went on his way.
She watched him go, her hands on her hips, not moving towards the hamper train or otherwise making an effort to do her job. Not so far away, tucked out of sight, another conscript was taking an unfortunate nap. Once the man who had delivered the hampers to her had gone, she began to whistle a merry tune loudly to herself as she walked along the train. She examined each barracks mark until she came to two in particular, and shifted the tune she was whistling, as well as building it up a good deal louder.
When the two hampers began to shift, she returned to her prior tune and volume, and turned slowly in place, keeping an eye out, as the heads of Thancred and Urianger popped up from the hampers. She kept whistling as they pulled themself free and resettled the clothes, and made their way to a corner she gestured at.
She spent some time doing her job. Or at least, some approximation of what her job should be. Once some of the autolaunderes were working, mechanical arms ducking uniforms into hot soapy water and swishing them around noisily, filling the space with steam, she found her way to her friends.
"You failed to mention how bad this job -stank-, Thancred. Or how hot it'd be in here. I'm about ready to die in this uniform."
"I'll thank you to not do any such thing," said Thancred. "Where is Papalymo?"
"Waiting by our escape hatch. You also failed to mention that that particular pipe was for waste outflow, it's full of water filthy with ceruleam! He's got words for you, you know."
"I just bet," said Thancred, dryly. "Urianger?"
Urianger had a set of heavy goggles resting on his head as he took stock of their surroundings. "I have readied mine enchantments and am ready to play my part. Mine spellworks are ready to addle the senses and delight the masses. Shouldst any pierce mine defensive auras of illusion, I shall stymie them with a dazzling display before taking mine leave."
"I can't believe this worked," said Yda, glancing around.
"Stay focused. Hasn't worked yet. Though I do hope to get the chance to tell Y'shtola I told her so. Alright. We're going in. Stick to the plan and cover us. Once you hear the alarum, get going, Urianger shouldn't be far behind. When you hear the explosions, the ruse will be up. Any questions."
"Ugh, yes. Why'd I agree to this."
"For the good of the realm," said Thancred, giving her a wink. "If I could have done it alone -"
"And I wish you wouldn't."
"-I would have."
Urianger nudged Thancred. "Come. My spellworks are intricate and delicate, and shall not hold forever."
The two nodded at Yda. "See you on the outside," she said cheerfully as Thancred seemed to almost melt into the shadows.
"A console from which I might make mine announcements?" asked Urianger, and she gestured down a hallway. "They're already all asleep that way. Do be careful."
"When am I not?" he asked.
Yda just put her hands on her hips and looked around the laundry room as her two friends disappeared to their respective tasks.
"I always get the lousy jobs," she complained.
~*~
Minfilia's face was bemused as Urianger told the ins and outs of the tale of how their little group had successfully infiltrated the Castrum. He was fully in his element, recounting the story as though it were an epic poem, telling of how he in turn bedazzled, confused, terrified, and bamboozled the castrum guards. Thancred just sat in a chair off to one side, looking terribly pleased with himself as he flipped his blade in his hand. Yda and Papalymo had already returned to the Twelveswood, but Y'shtola had stopped in to listen, and just now had her eyes squinted shut, her ears back and head down as she squeezed her nose between her thumb and forefinger.
"And verily, I tell you true, the local Garleans now surely believe their own commander mad, thanks to my clever use of glamour and misdirection," he finished with a broad grin and a bit of a bow.
Thancred spoke up. "And are blaming themselves for making a fine mess of their central routing. It'll be moons before they get it all repaired, and in the meanwhile, no trains in or out. They'll need to resort to airships. Which while their airship technology exceeds ours, they're still shy about floating their larger ones over our area. And the smaller ones just aren't as efficient as their trains."
"And you're certain that no trace of this little job of yours will be traced back to Eorzea or worse yet, to us?" asked Minfilia, drumming her fingers on the desk.
"As confident as I am in Urianger's spellworks," said Thancred.
Minfilia sat down in her chair, and sighed. "Well. Alright. I suppose the reward was worth the risk in the end. Thank you, Thancred."
"Certainly. Though now that it's done, I think our little job should have one of those colorful names the Grand Companies like to give to their big operations. You know, something memorable. Just for posterity."
Y'shtola lifted her head to give him a glare, while Minfilia just raised an eyebrow. "...go on."
"Well, a good code name should gesture vaguely in the direction of what it does... while not entirely giving the game away, of course... let me think, we've set back Imperial progress for moons... and given our methods... I'm thinking... hmn..." Thancred paused as he faked looked like he was thinking.
"Operation Hamper."
Minfilia blinked at him a few times before bursting into laughter. "Get out!" she squealed. Thancred winked at her as he stood to leave, and he glanced over in the corner.
And there was the cherry on top of a successful mission.
All those years of bard schooling were worth it for the absolutely withering look Y'shtola was giving him. He blew her a kiss, and whistled on his way out, a chuckling Urianger close behind him.
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WHY CAN MY HAMSTER EYEBROW RAISE HEL:P???
#onion#hamsters#hamster#shitpost#why is my hamster like this#hammer#hamper#hamter#hamper!!!#good lird#devious creature
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#Photography#July 2018#Indoors#Distance#Attic#Houses#Skylight#Shutters#Darkness#Crutches#Trophies#Framed Pictures#Bedding#Hamper#Wooden Furniture#Sunlight#Windows#Wooden Beams#Wooden Ceiling#Wooden Boards#Wooden Walls#Shadows#Woodworks#Frames#Pictures#Beds#Furniture#Beams#Ceiling#Boards
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working on a hamper now because I cannot stop starting new things
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Hamper Storage Idea
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rip my stupid fucking hamster you might be missed
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#20: Safe Passage
“Get me to the temple. East.” The old Warder groaned. He was bleeding profusely, hand clutching a wound in his side. Part of a tree branch protruded from between his fingers, broken off jaggedly as if he’d either snapped it after the fact, or during the injury. One was bound to be worse than the other, and for a moment Schala was at a loss. If she moved him, would he die? What was at this temple that would save him? Was she even allowed to save him? For this Warder to ask her to take him somewhere… they were extremely solitary creatures, threatening to outsiders in their territory far more often than not. He was dying. They both knew it.
There wasn’t much time, so she scooped him up as best she could, trying to situate him so that his wound was not disturbed. “Do you have a successor?” she asked, and then dipped into concentration as she oriented herself. East. Her innate sense of direction kicked in, and she took off at a run, calling the wind to aid her in carrying this warder.
“Yes,” he groaned. “He is at the temple. He can… ngh…”
She glanced down. The man’s eyes were rolling upward, his lips parted as he wheezed in pain. His grayed ears drooped, flopping limply against her arm as his head hung back. Her brow knit as she concentrated, set her jaw, and flew through the trees, feet barely touching down as she ran. It was, perhaps, the fastest she’d ever moved for a sustained period of time.
He found them first. It was a lance that flew within a hair of her ears, plunking heavily into a tree. A threat, surely, but had he wanted to impale her on it, he would have. No, he held back because she carried something–someone–important to him. Just after that lance slammed into the tree trunk, he landed on it with a light step and lethal grace. Then he leapt in front of her and she skidded to a stop.
“He is mine,” he growled, and his voice held the promise of death if she moved any further. “Give him over.”
Schala gripped the old Warder tighter, growling right back at the younger of the two males. “Warder, is this your successor, or should I gut him where he stands?” Oh, she knew she was being entirely disrespectful, and the last thing she should be doing was getting involved in a territorial dispute if this was what it was, but she could not give this man over to his potential killer.
The younger male stared at her, orange-gold eyes narrowed in clear anger. They stood out starkly against his dark skin and hair, and for a moment when he bared his teeth she thought he might actually try to rip out her throat. But she just glanced down at the old male in her arms and he rolled his head to the side.
“Boy,” he croaked. “Let her aid you.”
The other male’s nostrils flared, and for a tense moment he stared at the older male as if he had betrayed him. It did not take him long, though, to weigh the risks before he simply grumbled, “Follow, then,” and darted off into the trees. She did, careful not to beam the man in her arms against any of the thick vegetation as she darted around it.
The older Warder had lost consciousness between when Xjnn had found them and when they reached the temple, and Schala knew he didn’t have much time left. She laid him down just inside the main entry and watched the dark-haired Viera settle three things on the ground as he sank to a knee at the older man’s side. One was a rough bit of crystal that looked wholly unremarkable. The other two were a waterskin and a small heap of what looked like rags.
The situation looked dire. She was certain they’d left a trail of blood all the way here, and it was already dripping onto the floor, as the man’s hand had slackened against it. Xjnn handed her a piece of cloth. “Pressure.”
She pressed the cloth to the wound, and then the work began. Xjnn slid his hand over the other man’s abdomen, his eyes closing, and he hauled in a heavy breath. “There is not much left.”
“Perhaps it is his time, then,” Schala said, continuing to hold pressure.
“He does not die today,” Xjnn replied, and one hand moved to the protruding branch.
“You are going to pull it out? He will bleed to–”
“He does not die today!” he roared, and as if that statement had given him strength, he began to pull the branch out. The sound of it leaving the man’s body was wet and squelching, but Xjnn had begun to exude a faint light from his person, and it traveled down his arm to collect near his hand where he’d pressed the crystal against the Warder’s flesh. The glow then dissipated along the Warder’s body.
Somewhere in the middle of the extraction the man woke, his jaw set as he let out a long, rumbling groan through his teeth. “Easy,” Schala crooned, and when the whole thing was out–a good seven or eight ilms of sharp wood–the man’s chest heaved. She moved the rags to keep pressure on the entire wound, now, and not just the portion around the branch. Her skin crawled with the amount of aether this man was manipulating, and she wondered briefly if either one of them was going to ruin this entire effort by going into a frenzy. She would not. She closed her eyes, concentrating on remaining grounded, exerting her will on herself to keep from seeing red. There was enough red here already.
By the time Xjnn was done he was breathing hard, and when he opened his particolored eyes, they were glowing faintly with residual energy. “He does not die today,” he repeated, his words a relieved sigh. Then he crumpled in a heap on the floor, out cold.
Once more, Schala was at a loss. She moved to check Xjnn’s pulse, relieved that he had not simply died from the monumental effort… and then she pulled the rag away to check the wound, brows rising when she discovered that it was gone, nothing left but a fresh, puckered scar.
“He will recover,” the old man murmured, his voice like old gravel, “and so will I. You are welcome in my home.”
“I thank you,” she said, grabbing the waterskin and opening it to take a sniff at its contents. When she smelled nothing but the water she expected, she poured a bit on her fingers and tasted it, just to be safe. Yes, water. Grabbing a cleaner rag, she poured a bit of water onto it and then wiped him free of the blood that had smeared over his skin. “Your boy is talented,” she said as she worked.
“He is.”
“I am Schala.”
“I am Corinth.”
“It is my honor.” She finished that task, and then set the bloodied rags aside and moved to Xjnn. While she did not lay him out, she did carefully rearrange his limbs so that he would not wake with terrible cramps. It was as much practical as it was thoughtful, but Corinth afforded it a smile.
“You’ve the touch of a mother,” he said, and when she looked over at her, he met her eyes. His were such a dark green as to almost be black, and as she stared at him, she could sense the wisdom in that gaze.
“I am not,” she said.
He just laughed quietly, which turned into a cough. She offered him the water skin, and he took a drink, clearing some of the roughness from his throat.
“And yet, you’ve a softness to you.”
Schala bristled. “I could have killed you where I found you. Put you out of your misery.”
“But you would not,” he countered. “You know as well as I that the loss of a Warder is significant.”
“It is,” she agreed. After a glance at the unconscious man slumped against Corinth’s hip, she sighed. “I will guard both of you until he wakes.”
“Appreciated. He will likely sleep for a while. Sometimes it takes him half a sun to recover. He will be ravenous when he wakes.”
“Then I will hunt,” she offered, eyeing Xjnn’s sleeping form.
“He will take it as an insult,” Corinth warned.
“I do not care. He saved your life, and he did not kill me when he had the chance. I will repay him with sustenance.” She looked back to the older Warder, and he nodded to her.
Several hours later, Schala sat at the small fire she had built over the remains of one they had previously built inside the temple’s entrance. Over it, she had arranged four fat fish on a spit. The old Warder had fallen asleep, which was good. He needed to recuperate. Xjnn, however, woke halfway through the fish cooking, and when he noticed her he scowled.
“You are still here.”
“Corinth says I am welcome here,” she said, and Xjnn’s scowl deepened. “I am feeding you, and then I will be on my way. He is your mentor, yes?” She gestured to the sleeping Warder, and Xjnn gave her a tense nod.
“Yes,” he said, “but when he is gone, I will decide whether you are welcome here.”
Now Schala smiled at him, eyelids lowering a bit as she peered at him smugly. “That is why I caught two fish for you instead of one.”
He stared at her, and his gold-and-orange eyes bored into her own. But then, miraculously, he scoffed and his lips twitched, and he looked to the fish instead of at her until he was certain he would not smile. The words he said were tinged with humor, even if he said them with a deadpan tone and a neutral expression on his face.
“Wise choice.”
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