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ainawgsd · 1 year

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My peony is blooming!

So ismy false indigo

And we have the first phlox of the year today!

#gardening #flowers #peony #false indigo #tall phlox #garden phlox #bearded iris

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vandaliatraveler · 2 years

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Early fall color along Dunkard Creek at the Mason-Dixon Historical Park. Most notably, broadleaved goldenrod (Solidago flexicaulis), also known as zig-zag goldenrod, is now in bloom. This is one of my favorite wildflowers of any season - it grows in gorgeous clumps with brilliant gold flower spikes and broadly-ovate, sharply serrated foliage. It’s better behaved than most goldenrods and is ideal for a bright pop of autumn color in a native wildflower garden.

From top: broadleaved goldenrod, one of two species in this area with flowers growing from the leaf axils; blue wood aster (Symphyotrichum cordifolium), a common woodland aster that blooms right up to the first frost; garden phlox (Phlox paniculata), also known as tall phlox and fall phlox, a tall, wetlands-loving perennial that blooms from July through early October in Central Appalachia; sneezeweed (Helenium autumnale), which loves the marshy edges of ponds, lakes, and streams; short’s aster (Symphyotrichum shortii), a woodland aster with a special fondness for limestone bluffs.

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periodicinspiration · 4 months

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Tall Phlox

Tall phlox From a bee’s point of view all that can be seen are copious dazzling hot pink flower heads wrapped around a long vertical stem, like a giant strawberry watermelon lollipop, to be savored for hours until, finally, all the sweet nectar has been consumed.

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#dazzling #flora #garden #hot pink #landscape #nature #photography #strawberry watermelon #sweet nectar #tall phlox #vision

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blxphotos · 5 months

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Hardy Tall Phlox Blue Paradise

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bernadettekazmarski · 2 years

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Autumn Pink

Rose turtlehead is still blooming, pink in autumn.

Rose Turtlehead, pink in autumn Rose turtlehead is still blooming. She had a rough spot in the late summer and her blossoms sat, her leaves began to brown, no matter how often I watered. But she put out a few tentative blossoms at the end of August and bloomed slowly until September cooled down and more rains came, now some of the shorter stems are just beginning. She’s partially protected by a…

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#backyard garden #chive #rose turtlehead #tall phlox

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mysterycharacterflowers · 5 months

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Hello! I am sorry for the delay! The tournament will start at November 18 at 2 pm BRT, the polls will be posted every 10 minutes!

The matches were randomized!

Side A

A bouquet of purple daylily, green carnation, dead leaves, fern, opium flowers and coriander Vs Red Orchid

Violet Vs Red Spider Lily

Dandelions 1 Vs A bouquet of willows and chives

A bouquet of wisteria, black and red carnations and foxgloves Vs A bouquet of buttercup, daffodils, edelweiss and orange

A bouquet of amaryllis, milkweed, bluebells and strelitizia Vs A bouquet of blue and red hyacinths

A bouquet of white, red and black roses Vs A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas

A bouquet of white chrysanthemums, orchids and blue hydrangeas Vs Forget-me-nots

A bouquet of snapdragon, tansy and black eyed susan Vs White poppies

Daisies Vs A bouquet of white clover, chamomile and pine

A bouquet of pink peonies, purple hydrangea and a variety of cosmos Vs A bouquet of asphodel, sage, yellow chrysanthemum, green carnation, plum blossom, stinging nettle, anemone and acanthus

A bouquet of marigold, dandelions, goldenrods and amaryllis Vs A bouquet of sea holly, ageratum, globe thistle, orchid cactus, protea, bird of paradise, mimosa, dianthus, hydrangea and clematis

A bouquet of bleeding hearts and dandelions Vs A bouquet of plastic lemon balm, thyme, hyacinths and anemone flowers, with a single real orange rose in the middle, wrapped in light blue cellophane

A bouquet of snapdragon, yellow poppy and jonquil Vs Blue Rose

A bouquet of yellow orchids, rue, yew, bird’s-foot trefoil, yellow gladiolus, yellow peony, sunflower and yellow amaryllis Vs A bouquet of dandelion, asphodel, poppy, chamomile, red columbine, hydrangea, rhododendron, dark crimson rose and queen of the night

Snapdragons Vs A bouquet of lily, red spider lily, daffodils and milkweed

A bouquet of rainflower, green carnation, camelia, nightshade, mulberry and purple lilac Vs Red Anemone

Side B

Strelitzia Vs A bouquet of blue violets, trumpet creeper, lavender and green carnation

Hibiscus Syriacus Vs Dandelions 2

Desert Bluebell Vs A bouquet of yellow and purple carnations

A bouquet of poppies, daffodils, daisies, ivy, and purple hyacinths Vs A bouquet of gloriosa (flame lily), veronica, jasione, jacaranda, cyclamen, jasmine and freesia

A bouquet of dandelions and buttercups Vs A bouquet of marigold, yellow and white zinnia, phlox, bluebells, cornflower, gladiolus, rosemary, dark crimson rose and purple cyclamen

A bouquet of orange lilies, yellow roses, buttercups, aconite, sunflower, hollyhock and lotus Vs bouquet of jasmine, milkweed, dandelion, poppy and oenothera

A bouquet of oleander, refflesia (corpse flower), trigidia, hyacinth, hollyhock, Iberis (candytuft) and orange tulip Vs A bouquet of lily of the valley and amaryllis

A bouquet of marigolds, tuberose, and dandelions Vs A bouquet of daffodil and pansy

A bouquet of amaranth, orange brugmansia, delphinium, honeysuckle and white aster Vs A bouquet of plumeria, fawn lily, magnolia and star grass

A bouquet of gladiolus, snapdragon, canterbury bells, gloriosa (flame lily) and white chrysanthemum Vs A bouquet of fern, rex begonia leaves, black rose, lily, odessa calla lily and green hydrangea

A bouquet of daisies, butterfly weed, orchids, purple lotus and violets Vs A bouquet of striga, mistletoe, and monotropa uniflora

Thistle Vs A bouquet of chestnut flower, lotus, dandelion, fern, thyme, anemone, geranium, holly, magnolia and bluebell

A bouquet of poppy, zygopetalum, echeveria, dandelion, yucca, twinspur , lotus, tagetes, ursinia, purple hyacinth and hibiscus Vs A bouquet of amaryllis, dicentra, red spider lily and white roses

Oleander Vs A bouquet of blue and purple daisies, desert lilies and black tulips

A bouquet of black eyed Susan, geranium and a tall sunflower Vs A bouquet of forsythia, holly, yellow hyacinth, petunia, viscaria and orange lilys

A bouquet of arborvitae, gladiolus and begonia Vs Spiderwort

#mod talks

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five-rivers · 2 years

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Traced Features

The forest was ancient. Trees that were some ideal platonic average between pines, oaks, and cherries towered up to scrape a sky that was deep indigo marbled with phlox. Their thin leaves rustled and petals from their heartbreak-pink flowers drifted down like colored snow. The ground cover was not grass, but a kind of tentacular, clinging moss, each waving tendril dark as shadow and soft as velvet. A rhythmic thump, like a heartbeat, made the trees shudder every now and then.

Danny was dreaming.

Oh, not because the place was impossible. He’d visited this very forest before, and the Infinite Realms boasted much stranger. But he was dreaming nonetheless.

The moss curled over his shoes and twined around his ankles. More adventurous lengths whispered at the backs of his knees.

He could break away whenever he wanted. It would hardly take any force at all. Still, they kept him in place, feet firmly planted on the ground, winding ticklishly through his toes. He was in his pajamas in the dream, shorts and an old t-shirt.

In front of him stood someone he knew. Or, rather, someone he was supposed to know, but in the manner of dreams he didn’t recognize them.

They towered over him, tall and broad enough to challenge buildings, the edges of their all-encompassing cloak fading into the moss below. They had many hands, ranging in size from larger than Danny’s whole body to child-sized. With those hands they traced over Danny’s skin, lingering especially over the features of his face, each touch gentle, delicate, as if Danny was something precious, something beautiful.

Danny woke slowly. It was the seventh time he’d had a dream like that, although none had been set in the same place, and the figure in front of him had been different each time, the similarities being only the touching and the obscuring cloak. He hadn’t thought much of them the first two times, except to savor the feeling of being… cherished, almost.

But having had the dream seven times, he couldn’t help but feel there was something else to it. He did, after all, have enemies that could manipulate dreams. On the other hand, he’d mentioned the dreams in passing to Jazz, and she’d wondered if he was touch starved. So maybe not. Maybe he should put some time aside on the weekend to visit the Far Frozen.

He sat up.

There was a box sitting on the end of his bed. It was wrapped in black paper marbled with green, and tied with a silver-white satin bow.

He stared at it. The colors… it couldn’t be from his parents. Jazz would have just given it to him. So who…?

The little hairs on the back of his neck stood up, and he reached out to it carefully, like one would a bomb, and pulled it back into his lap. He grasped the end of the bow and hesitated.

No one would send him a bomb like this, would they?

He made most of himself intangible, just in case, and pulled at the bow. It unraveled easily, falling away to reveal the seams of the paper wrapping, which Danny pulled apart with just as much caution. Inside was a box made of dark wood, held closed by a brass clasp. He pulled it free.

His breath caught in his throat.

Three porcelain-white masks laid on black silk stared back at Danny with empty eyes. Three masks with his own features, and yet… not.

The mask on the left was him, unmistakably him, but somehow anonymous. Forgettable. Bland and dull. The face of someone unremarkable and uninteresting. A face that wouldn’t be questioned, wouldn’t be suspected. The face an entirely normal person with no secrets would have. It was, the thought occurred to him, as if pressed into his mind by an outside source, a safe mask.

The mask on the right was also him, but different. Just as surely, that was his face, but it was stronger, braver, better. Like someone who could be relied on. Like someone who was a hero for real, rather than the pretense he put on day after day. A face that could win or lose but could never be defeated. Not really. It was a mask that he tried to put on whenever he was Phantom, but could only rarely pull off in reality.

The third mask…

Oh, it was him, definitely him, exactly him, but each part of it had been shaped with exacting, exquisite, delicate detail. Each rise and curve imbued with a sense of value, of care. This was his face, as sculpted by someone who loved it, loved him.

He picked a mask up out of the box and turned it over. He could see that the inside, like the outside, was perfectly sculpted, perfectly fitted, to a degree that there would be no need for other ties or clasps to keep it on.

This was a trap. With a foreign depth of certainty, he knew that none of these masks would come off as easily as they’d go on.

And yet… and yet…

This was the face he’d always wanted to wear.

The dark hollow inside seemed to call to him. Call for him. He found himself raising the mask, lifting it closer and closer. Not to put it on, but to imagine it, just for a second. To imagine that this was his face, his truth.

And then the shadows in it reached out for him.

Danny blinked himself awake to the sound of his alarm clock going off and fumbled for it. He’d been dreaming… Dreaming about what? He couldn’t quite remember. Something about a gift? Or a friend? The Far Frozen? He really needed to visit sometime soon.

Alarm off, he sat up slowly and stretched, then wasted a precious minute staring at the foot of his bed. He really felt like there should be something there.

He was still half asleep, probably. He scrubbed his hands over his face, rubbing sleep from his eyes. Then he paused, letting his fingers trace over his features. His skin felt smooth today.

Maybe he was finally getting over his acne problem.

#danny phantom #fic

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frogblast-the-ventcore · 3 months

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Colonel Liasa D'Argan (to the left in reference photo) - the commanding officer of the USS Sorcerer's embarked Starfleet Marine Corps battalion, 2d Battalion, 5th Marines, which traces its lineage and traditions to the United States Marine Corps, which supplied troops to the United Earth Starfleet as part of it's MACO initiative.

A sister unit to the original 2d Battalion, 5th Marines of the USMC (which still exists on Earth, as part of the United States armed forces, which sits under United Earth command via the United Nations), 2/5 is a veteran unit, having fought in the 2256 Klingon War, Cardassian Wars, Tzenkethi War, and the Dominion War, embodying their "Retreat, hell!" motto, borrowed from their terrestrial forebears.

A Dominion War veteran, the 62-year old Colonel Liasa is a member of the towering mammalian Jeselian species, standing over 9 feet tall, and projecting an air of command and decorum larger even than her size. Often commanding her troops from the frontline, swathed in standard issue SFMC powered armor, the Colonel also supplies her Marines for the traditional duties of protecting shore parties, VBSS duties, and assisting in shipboard gunnery (a section of 2/5 Marines is normally assigned to starboard Phaser Control Room #5 during space combat).

Colonel D'Argan has been married for 40 years to the Sorcerer's Chief Medical Officer, the Caitian CMDR Dr. Ny'Kara; the couple has nineteen children (twelve Caitian, six Jeselian, and one Jeselian-Caitian hybrid, the latter via an experimental version of the Phlox-Wilder hybrid fertilization method).

#star trek #star trek fanfiction #uss sorcerer #crew manifest

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welldigger62 · 9 months

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Not to be outdone by the Phlox below, this Coneflower has reached up to five feet tall. What a show off 😂. From my garden.

#michigan #nature #coneflower #flowers #country #pure michigan #garden #original photographers #original photography #photographers on tumblr

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ainawgsd · 9 months

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The border along the south fence is coming along beautifully!

Bonus: the view of the northwest corner from my bedroom window last night

#gardening #flowers #coreopsis #whorled milkweed #butterfly weed #liatris #black eyed susan #coneflowers #rudbeckia #sunflowers #zinnia #tall phlox #garden phlox

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vandaliatraveler · 10 months

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Part 2: Early Summer Wildflower Palooza, Cranberry Glades. During the first week of July, as the orchids are peaking in the bogs and seeps, the first wave of summer wildflowers, including the milkweeds and beebalms, arrives in earnest, bringing a blaze of color to open meadows and bog and forest margins. In the old growth woods of the adjacent Cranberry Wilderness, an array of strange and beautiful fungi sprout from moss-covered logs and the forest floor.

From top: tall meadow rue (Thalictrum pubescens), also known as king of the meadow, a wetlands-loving perennial whose distinctive, cream-colored flowers are composed of thread-like stamens only; meadow phlox (Phlox maculata), also known as wild sweet William and spotted phlox, easily distinguished from other phlox species by its red-spotted stems; mountain wood sorrel (Oxalis montana); a ramp (Allium tricoccum) flower, which emerges in early summer on a leafless stalk, after the foliage has died back; a shiny hemlock varnish shelf (Ganoderma tsugae) assailed by pleasing fungus beetles (Megalodacne), rarely seen because they hide under leaf litter during the day and feed on Ganoderma fungi at night; a lovely colony of crown-tipped corals (Artomyces pyxidatus); the beguiling fringed loosestrife (Lysimachia ciliata), an aggressively-colonizing perennial that makes for a shady ground cover in native wildflower gardens; and that blazingly-beautiful mint, scarlet beebalm (Monarda didyma), whose storied history as a medicinal herb stems from its antiseptic and stimulant properties.

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manianart · 11 months

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Have a DnD character I never got to play

Phlox A very nice Inkeeper/bar owner/item shop clerc

She’s 8′ tall and she insists she’s a Kobold. Though some people will tell you that they’ve seen wing marks and can feel strong magic from her but shhh don’t let the locals hear that or they’ll get mad you’re insulting their favorite kobold. Because that’s what she is A kobold No dragons here nope

hope y’all like her^^

#my oc #my ocs #Phlox #dnd #dnd charcter #my dnd character #my art #kobold #dragon

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deada55 · 6 months

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for kloktober day 25: campfire or left in the cold

synopsis: A Norwegian vagrant in Hanover lays down to rest.

tws: none! Maybe slight religious shit.

He’d left Norway a couple weeks before the winter started to rip and tear rather than gnaw, but his feet had been numb every night for a week.

Living on the streets and trying to practice songs to play for pennies in the metro stations above the roar of cars was better than the labor and the sound of whips. His German was improving… he knew when he had to leave somewhere before the cops showed up, and he knew how to tell that he couldn’t afford something. Hunger tore holes in him. Bruises took longer to heal than they used to. Without a blanket, he took refuge with garbage bags to keep in his heat through suffocation. Half the time, he woke up cold and wet all over. He had a blanket, although he kept it wrapped in yet more plastic so it wouldn’t be ruined by passing rainstorms. He kept his ragged comforter from the tiny toddler’s bed he used on holidays in the bottom of the tourist’s knapsack he’d fished out of the trash and stitched together with a sharpened squirrel bone and thread from the hems of his shirt sleeves. The strap worked, but he hoisted it up by the other one and wore it on the outside, so that the guitar he’d stolen away with him when he left could be kept safe despite the ragged strap and case he’d made out of canvas and discarded hotel curtains.

For tonight, he’d found a rolled up carpet that reeked of cigarettes and cleaner. The trash bag he used to seal himself in served a double purpose to try and keep his clothes cleaner. The pavement might have been moist from runoff from the gutter, or it could be garbage water trying to leak onto him from the garbage bag he laid his upper body against. He threw the rug over himself and carefully scooted back until his backpack and his guitar, still on his back, were as flush as they could get. Between the position of his body and the rug creating a barrier to pickpockets, he could be safe for the night. He curled his feet up tightly so that they’d disappear under his cover, and pulled it more over his face despite its pungent odor.

Back with his parents, they were the only people he ever hid from. They were the only other people he knew existed until he was as tall as his mother’s waist. In a city teeming with people, he had the challenge of hiding from hundreds of passerby, just in case. When he could hide well like this, he felt reassured he hadn’t made a deadly mistake.

He’d bought himself a life where he was less likely to die, even though the wind and the cold mist’s threats were far from empty. He’d made it out. The chance to have a real life was never closer than it was right now, even if he were stuck under a dirty rug in an alleyway, praying no other vagrant would try to lay on top of him (a downside of hiding well.)

Toki ran from the cold and the pain in his stomach by closing his eyes and trying to “pray” the only way that ever made sense. When he was forced to read the Bible on the floor of his father’s tiny chapel office, he always looked for passages about the holy paradise that awaited people who gave themselves up to God satisfactorily or were chosen in the end of times. In the hole, consumed by fever, or shaking through the lashes he’d earned by shaking when he was lashed, he found comfort in imagining what perfect, warm life could exist, even if only in dreams and death.

Grassy, rolling hills of pink phlox and a sky of every color, bordered by

the river of the water of life, bright as crystal,

and cut by a walkway of one solid piece of buttery, smooth, white stone. Music, fast and radioactive made the image euphoric and not merely idyllic. It wasn’t a sanitized, universal appeal, no. His heaven would be loud and blinding.

Swathes of shade from lush trees sparkled. Their leaves turned in the sun and kept the shadows dancing on the cool grass. Taller and thicker than the rest,

the tree of life with it’s twelve kinds of fruit

stretched out heavy boughs decorated with every manner of fruit, some gummy like candy. In fact, some of it was candy, clustered together like berries.

Stuffed animals with clownish pastel coats and adoring smiles romped around without fear or skittishness in his Eden. Their fur was soft on their warm, fat, delicate little bodies, and their nuzzling was light. Each puff of breath on his arm was a kiss.

Like the sunless, lit sky, there was no winter, and no time. There was no pain, no headache, no tears pooling between his cheek and the garbage he laid on, no stomachs to hurt or cold, cramping legs. One day, someday soon, something will change. Either he’ll make it or he’ll run out of days

And there will be no night.

#toki wartooth #metalocalypse #kloktober2023 #metalocalypse fanfic #my writing #mtl fanfic

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cedar-glade · 2 years

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Each fen in the hydrologically active counties of Ohio are extremely different, some follow feature similarities to other fens, like mound fens and deposit over scrapes and streamside fens are very plausible fens in most states; however, this one, Gallagher, one in a million.

Imagine two aquifers conniving just at the right portion of a hillside section below a deep scrape and retreat line that would later be a deposited mixed sediment esker left from a glacier, only to gradually drain at a consistent level. Multiple sections of strict habitat types are observable: boreal complex woodland fen, mounding fen wet meadows also boreal complex, boreal complex glacial lowland marl flats that are fragile and open, boreal complex marl mud bank sedgemeadow scours, dry semixeric interval refugium as an oak-hickory-walnut savanna open on a hill reminiscent of dry meadows of the big darby plains, that meats a glacial retreat mixed flat woods/ sav ecosystem. Each are specific sections of refugium and delicate but open to interpretation. The outskirts that drain into the creek are more associated with streamside fen ecosystems.

In the pictures above we see an opening that is more reminiscent of our mound fens, extremely diverse, Thalictrum dasycarpum, tall white showy rue, as a focal point in the left image thriving. The backdrop is male fern, feminine fern, newyork fern, sensitive fern, dotted with early meadow phlox, sedges and rushes, the white is northern bed straw( almost ephemeral), as spotted joe pye and other tall meadow species reach for the sun. The seasons change gradually and the floristic inventory displays it’s self with non stop beauty only to reach a early September epiphany(my opinion some say mid July is apex). When youre here, note the fragile system at work, note the high diversity and enjoy your own interpretation. A guide must be there to explore other sections off boardwalk and trail due to this fragile ecosystem.

Note: Im extremely grateful for people like Jim Dickerson, Paul Knoop, Lucy Braun, and John Gallagher to be able to experience places like this.

#thalictrum dasycarpum #thalictrum #wildflowers #botany #meadowcore #meadowscapes #meadows #meadow #ohio #gallagher #fen #ecology #plantblr #kawaii #cottagecore #wildflower

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spontaneousmusicalnumber · 1 year

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Just went to the BEST event ever put on, next year i'm 100% going again AND bringing things to contribute

It was a plant swap/giveaway, every person who came got to take home 10 free plants or packets of seeds. Period. And every plant or seed packet past that was a single dollar. I spent $8 and got:

Three butterfly milkweed (!!!) Three black raspberry starts (one large rooted vine, two small cuttings) (!!!) Some rue A black-eyed susan A tall phlox A bee balm An egyptian walking onion (!!!) Some chives A Jack-in-the-pulpit (!!!) A marigold A large start of self-heal A pack of bean seeds Some cilantro A shishito pepper

I also planted a pack of zinnia seeds I got last weekend, and I'll plan to plant out the grey-headed coneflowers I got the weekend before that (they might not sprout until next year but hey might as well try)

I planted them out while it was fully raining, so now I'm soaked and won't get any photos BUT i'm so hopeful that they'll all grow and thrive, it's SUCH a good start to my native bed and the rest of my garden

#my posts #plamts #last years black raspberries. didnt do well #i did not correctly estimate the amount of sun that spot got #this spot hopefully will be better

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ivyprism · 8 months

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The Male Leads Skeleton Boys (Info Dump)

Mentions of Violence, crown prince, etc.

Osprey - The Main Male Lead: Fell Papyrus

Personality: He is also a prickly and belligerent individual, but he is more tolerable. He's the crown prince. He has a regal and calm demeanor. He is both silent and lethal. He's rough and vicious, but you can win him over with enough effort. He is highly protective of his friends and may appear belligerent in trying to defend them, yet he is a kind and sweet person once accepted. If you ask, he will gladly carry you. He is really clever and intelligent. He is never wrong and always knows how to explain things. He has a bad attitude and will not accept harm from anyone.

Appearance: He is a tall skeleton. He has deep red eyes. He has two scars on his right eye and a scar diagonally on the bottom of his scars on his cheek.

(But red!)

Mahogany - The Brother of the Male Lead: Fell Sans

Personality: A harsh and passionate individual. He is rough and tumble and enjoys getting dirty. He never backs down and displays confidence at all times. He's a fairly amazing and smart skeleton. He gave up his right to the throne a few years ago. He's flirtatious and rough around the edges. He can be a little spiky at first, but after you get to know him, he's a wonderful and loyal friend. He can knit and may be the best in the area. He is well-versed in his field. He's also a bit of a jokster.

Appearance: He has red eyes. He has two golden teeth. He has a large scar on his right eye.

Leopard - The Second Male Lead: Swapfell Papyrus

Personality: He's hard and cruel, but also extremely charming. He is a duke attempting to live a life connected to the royal family. While he is not bashful, he is apprehensive of people he sees to be a threat. His bite hurts more than his bark. He has a strong attachment to and passion for dogs. When someone pokes fun at him, he has the ability and willingness to be disagreeable and rude. When confronted with threats, he can be harsh and vicious, but he will soften significantly once they demonstrate that they are not a threat.

Appearance: He is a tall skeleton. He has dark purple eyelights and three scars on his left eye.

Phlox - The Second Male Lead's Brother: Swapfell Sans

Personality: He comes out as distant, gruff, and hostile. He's a feral, ferocious cat who's also incredibly kind. He is the current Duke and hopes that his brother will take on more responsibility. He may be obnoxious and brusque, but he is sincere. He is fiercely protective of his friends and will snarl at anyone who approaches them too closely if he believes they pose a threat. He is constantly throwing hands and picking fights, yet he is also strict and serious about following rules and laws. He's a jerk to his brother, but he responds, and the two of them adore each other. To be honest, he's a serious person.

Appearance: He has purple eyes and three scars on his left eye.

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@didderd @hearty-dose-of-ranch @monomori3 @caycanteven @rainbowut @underfell-crystal

#The Main Male Lead Fell Papyrus #The Brother of the Main Male Lead Fell Sans #The Second Male Lead Swapfell Papyrus #the brother of the second male lead sans #info dump #info #lots of info #sdioghighig #the Displaced Protagonist and the Villainess au

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