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The Domestic Garden Witch: Hangin’ Out

So maybe you’re a college witch with limited space and money, limited to the one window in your dorm. Or, maybe you’re a witch without extensive backyard space who wants to start up a magical garden. Perhaps you’re a kitchen witch who wants the freshest herbs right at her fingertips.

For many witches, having a garden seems to be a bit of a no-brainer. After all, plants and magic go hand-in-hand. Plus, when thinking of a witch, it’s hard not to think of a cottage in the woods with a little vegetable garden out front. Unfortunately for the majority of us, our cottage in the woods is a tiny flat, and our garden out front is a windowsill with limited space.

This is when it comes time to embrace your craftiness and bring your garden indoors! Not only does it place your garden in a convenient location, it also allows you to freshen the air, recycle what would otherwise harm the earth, and embrace your witchy green thumb!

Another Indoor Succulent Garden, Josh?

Yeah, yeah, it’s another succulent garden. Bite me. But this goes to show how easy and inexpensive succulents are, frankly! They’re an ideal type of garden for those on a budget or who are limited on time and space. In fact, I’ve often said to my boyfriend (who claims that he has no green thumb whatsoever) that the only way to not have a green thumb is to end up killing succulents. Especially since they’re low maintenance.

I’ve always had a love for hanging gardens. I’m not entirely sure why, but somehow, they always bring a bit of life to a garden. Perhaps it’s because it’s a great way of simulating a three-dimensional landscape in a world where everything is either standing or flat, or perhaps its just the fact that it’s refreshing to see green at or above eye level. Regardless, this project is a great weekend craft for the college witch who wants to bring some magic into his or her home.

Unlike our previous container gardens, this is one that generally has to be crafted from scratch or with a starter frame. A frame can easily be any wooden picture frame, or you can create your own if you’ve access to power tools.

1. Place the frame front-side down. On the back, fasten a wire mesh (such as chicken wire) to the inner edges to cover the opening of the frame. Around the edges of that opening, fasten strips of wood, about a quarter-inch thick, to provide depth to the opening. Then, seal all of that up with a flat board of wood. What you should end up with is a frame with some depth, like a shadowbox frame, with a wire mesh where the picture would usually be.

2. If desired, now would be the time to paint your frame.

3. Once the frame is dry, lay it backside down. Add moist potting mix through the mesh and into the box. Continue doing so until it is packed down and won’t fall out of the box.

4. Take some cuttings and begin planting them in the soil through the wire mesh. If needed, cut the wire mesh to accommodate some larger cuttings. Continue doing so until the wire mesh and soil are mostly covered. Spray with water and carefully hang in an area that receives plenty of light.

Magic In the Wood

Our previous container magicks have taken a look at metal, seashells, and even the magic of recycled items. But it would be a shame if I were to miss the magic that wood can bring to a container garden. After all, there are entire traditions of magic that focus on different woods and trees (those who participate in druidry definitely would know this, especially as Ogham places particular emphasis on trees and wood).

In working with container gardens, the wooden planter box is usually an easy go-to for buying or building, but the type of wood is usually overlooked. Every time my family built a planter box, the only concern was that it was a hardwood (that way it didn’t rot quickly, and could stand up to the weather and usage). But different trees embody different aspects of magic. So from a witchy standpoint, we can add to the magic of our gardens if we incorporate that into our container gardens!

Now keep in mind that these are going to be general correspondences and descriptions. Depending upon where you live, a tree or wood may have different characteristics (for instance, hawthorn may be linked specifically to magic and protection in Europe, but here in California, the oak is usually more linked to that). 

First is the usual hardwood here in California: redwood. Sturdy, tough, and depending on the source, often a rather beautiful reddish pink color, redwood is an easy go-to. Typically, redwood or sequoia can be linked to wisdom, protection, stability, and strength.

Pine is another frequent go-to. Though its color isn’t as striking, it’s qualities of protection, wisdom, prosperity, and strong association with life are great qualities to implement in a garden.

Oak varies from place to place, and from species to species. Here on California’s Central Coast, it’s hard to go too far without seeing a Coast Live Oak, which grows easily here and has a strong feeling about it that makes it seem that it’s constantly watching and constantly protecting. Oaks are nearly always linked with wisdom, and in some cases are so strongly linked to magic that they merge with magical characters (no joke… in some stories about Merlin, he became an oak tree upon his death). Regardless, oak brings protection, wisdom, knowledge, and masculine energies to one’s garden!

Birch is easily recognizable for it’s lightly colored wood, and for its bright white bark. But while it makes for a sturdy wood, it can also reflect aspects of flexibility. For this reason, it can be used in making a box that will encourage adaptation, creativity, and intuition in your garden.

Those are only four examples, and are some of the easiest woods to get a hold of in your local hardware store. Consider the type of wood you’re using when creating a planter. What aspects does it represent for you? And how can you bring its magic into your garden?

May all your harvests be bountiful! )O(

Bear’s Story (part 3)

Having pushed the enemies into the heavily desecrated temple of Pelor.
DM: The fireball hit most of you for full damage, Sorcerer, looks like you bearly survived by making your save.
Bear: I charge up to the guy and yank the fireball wand from him saying, “That’s MY SORCERER!”
DM: Roll for it, str check, no attack bonus.
Bear: (easily makes the check) “YOU NEVER HURT MY SORCERER!” and then I snap the wand.
Everyone at the table gasps.
Bear (ooc): What?
Cleric (ooc): Not sure if it’s official, but when you snap a wand, all its charges go off in an explosion.
DM: And just like her player, Bear has no way of knowing that would happen. So… that’s 49 fireballs all going off in her face. The temple is on fire, the main villain is gone (scratched off the sheet of loot on his body), all that stuff is gone, two henchmen obliterated, and… let’s not make it all bad. Most of the statue is missing now, revealing the stairs into the basement tunnels.
Cleric (ooc): Sorry, Bear. Short life, but that was one hell of an exit.
Once we put out the fires most of the party goes into the tunnels.
Sorcerer (ooc): The planter box in the middle of the temple, if it’s still in good condition, I’d like to plant an acorn in it. “Thank you, Bear. You were the best bear I ever knew.”
Cleric (ooc): Best bear? Heck, I think that’s the only person your character has ever shown any care or concern for in the past 9 years of gaming with you.

Can I Have This Dance?

( PROMPT: This one-shot is based vaguely off this scene from High School Musical 3 ) 

A/N: I was suddenly struck with the urge to re-watch High School Musical 3, and I really loved the rooftop dancing scene with Troy and Gabriella ( that’s my childhood right there ), so I wrote something based off it! And, I’d just like to say thank you to everyone who reads my stories and offers such nice comments! I may be too shy to reply to them all, but please know that I read every single one of your comments, and I love and appreciate every single one of you. Also - please fill my inbox with more requests of the bae Peter Parker! I love writing for him, and it’s amazing to see how creative all of you are being with your requests and I would totally do anything for him.

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“When I asked you to teach me dancing, this wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”

Peter’s laughing nervously as you tug harder on his hand, dragging him out onto the school rooftop. You’ve never been up here before, and what you see surprises you. There’s a soft carpet of grass that crunches pleasantly underfoot, wooden planter boxes with fresh flowers and herbs, and even a garden swing and some wooden benches.

“Can’t we just head back to my place?” Peter asks pleadingly, his eyes darting up to rest on the heavy clouds of pewter grey swirling overhead. “There’s Netflix. And popcorn. And –”

“Quit stalling, and get over here!” You call out laughingly, spinning around – with difficulty – on the balls of your heels. As of yet unused to the strappy, heeled stilettos on your feet, you have to take odd, shuffling steps over to Peter. “I didn’t put these for nothing! And don’t you want to be able to impress Liz Allen come prom?”

Peter dumps his bag on the bench, reluctantly shuffling forwards. And this is where your plan hits a slight snag. You hadn’t factored in how close he would be standing, the smell of his cologne ( something spicy and sugary and delicious ), or the warmth of his fingers, fair and wholly familiar as he lifts your right hand in his, and settles his other one lightly on your waist. As you rest trembling fingers on Peter’s shoulder, feel his warm and calloused fingers close around yours, and the burning weight of his hand at your waist, you feel warm, and a little dizzy.

Peter Parker was your chemistry laboratory partner. You’d walked into class one day, saw him sitting at your usual seat, fair, sparkle-eyed, tousle-haired and perfect. Your heart, so used to being lonely, had thumped almost painfully in your chest. The two of you had become fast friends, but by the time you’d managed to muster up your courage to tell him how you’d felt, he’d already developed a crush on the uber-popular Liz Allen.

“C’mon,” You say encouragingly, trying to ignore the spikes of jealously eating away at your heart. “Can’t have you stepping on Liz’s feet at prom.”

Peter laughs, shuffles his feet nervously. “Right. Okay. What now?”

“Okay, now move your left foot forwards, and step to the side with your right – No, not that side! Your other side!”

“Geez, (Y/n), you sure we’re doing this right?”

“’Course I’m sure! My dad taught me!” It’s one of the father-daughter bonding moments that you can actually remember. “Let’s go on.”

“It’s going to rain! Can’t we continue in, say, a month’s time?”

“Rain-schmane.” You say, sticking your tongue out childishly, even as a drop or two of fat rain runs through your hair. You can already see strips of lightning in the distance, blending in with the perfect lines of light from the downtown skyscrapers. It won’t be long now before the storm. “The prom’s on Saturday, you know. The clock’s ticking!”

“Funny, I thought that was the thunder.”

“Haha.”

You continue calling out instructions to Peter, correcting his footing and posture, uncomplaining even when he steps on your toes. Alright, maybe you did squeal a few times, much to Peter’s embarrassment, but as much as your feet protest at the rough treatment, you find yourself loving every moment of it.  Love moving through the space in his arms, your bodies close together, your thighs brushing, the scent of his clothes and hair, close and fresh –

Your face feel warm. You wonder if your shirt is soaked with sweat.

How sad is it, that you’d jumped at the chance to teach him dancing just so that you could spend more time with someone who didn’t return your feelings?

“I think you’ve got the hang of this,” You remark, glancing up at Peter as the two of you begin your second turn about the floor, still relatively slowly and carefully. “Let’s try it with music!”

You have to laugh at the utter look of horror on Peter’s face. “Music?”

“It’ll be fun, promise.”

Wriggling out of Peter’s arms – and trying to ignore the sudden sense of loss trammelling through you – you dig your phone out from your bag. You scroll through the songs on your phone until you find the one that you’re looking for and hit PLAY.

“Really?” Peter asks, eyes aglow with amusement. “High School Musical? Wait –” Realization breaks over his face, like the sunrise over the clouds. “– Is that why you insisted on binge-watching all three movies yesterday?”

“It was a good series!” You say defensively, humming along to the first strains of the soft, familiar song. “And you were totally rocking out with me when ‘A Night to Remember’ came on.”

“Think they’ll play it at Prom?” Peter asks wistfully, holding you close once again.

“We could always bribe the DJ,” You suggest, his comment surprising a little laugh from you. “Heck, I could be the DJ.”

It’s not like you’ll be doing anything come prom night besides lounge around in your pyjamas and eating your weight in chocolate. Besides, you’re sure that your collection of songs on your phone is way better than whatever the hired DJ has planned.

“I bet your set list consists of only High School Musical songs.”

“Er … Maybe?”

As the singers croon about catching lightning in smooth, dulcet tones, Peter hesitates for the briefest moment before stepping into the dance. The first steps are stilted, but as he gains confidence, the two of you are soon spinning and whirling about with the same smooth alacrity as the dancers in the movie.

You’re floating on a cloud, held steady by the firm grip on your hand and waist. Even with your high heels and the butterflies coming to life in your belly, you’re twirling about like a princess in an old-fashioned movie.

Dizzy and flushed with happiness, you let out a high pitched stream of giggles, burying your face in the crook of Peter’s neck. Stupid! You curse yourself, but you don’t have it in you to pull away. Peter laughs, not minding in the least, making no attempt to push you away, sounding just as giddy as you feel as he lifts you up into the air.

He’s stronger than he looks, you think vaguely, feet flying out behind you as you shriek with joy. The two of you barely notice that the heavy drops of rain have begun to fall in earnest now, plastering hair to faces and clothes to bodies.

And as you cling to Peter, feeling the closeness of your best friend in your arms, and the warmth of him on your skin, you think, “This is enough. This is enough.”

And it is. You can almost forget that he’s taking Liz to prom.

Almost.

anonymous asked:

What are the batfamily members living spaces like their bedrooms and stuff

Bruce: his room looks incredibly regal and posh, but it’s always kept clean (by Alfred. If Bruce were left on his own it would be a disaster and there would be clothes all over the floor)

Dick: he definitely has glow in the dark stars on his ceiling (who cares if he’s an adult), he’s got tons of posters on his walls (some Batman and Robin ones, Flying Grayson’s posters), keeps photos of family and friends pinned up on a corkboard next to his bed, he keeps it clean except for The Pile. It’s all the clutter that he’s just too busy to take care of

Jason: he keeps his room immaculately clean: he has everything sorted, his books are kept alphabetized, he dusts regularly. His sheets have dinosaurs on them, though nobody knows that. He has an excessive amounts of books in his room (like six bookshelves full)

Tim: his walls are plastered with graphs, charts, newspaper clippings, conspiracy theories. He has piles of coffee mugs, a nice little potted plant on his windowsill, textbooks stacked on a desk with some files and whatnot. His bed is usually a nest of blankets and is almost always unmade

Steph: she has fairy lights around her room to give her that “expert lighting” for photos, she has fluffy pillows and dozens of throw blankets, she has tons of polaroids with her and her friends hung on her walls, her desk has piles of homework and doodles with containers of colorful pens and markers

Damian: his room looks almost like a military bunker, but over time he’s gotten a small little planter box with herbs in it, a lot of cat and dog toys for Titus and Alfred the cat, his shelves have a lot of books on them (a mix of old tomes and young adult novels), he’s got a wall of drawings/paintings that he’s done over his bed

Cass: her room is full of knick knacks and mementos from good times she’s had (that flower crown Steph made her during a picnic, a necklace made from all of the tabs on soda cans from the time Tim tried to down three dozen cans, a jar of paper footballs that she and Jason use when they’re bored), she has a lot of stuffed animals on her bed

Duke: has a lot of Superman and superhero stuff (posters, action figures, whatever he can find), has pictures of him and his family hanging on a bulletin board, has several knit blankets on his bed that weigh a ton, has a few sports pennants hung up on his wall

Barbara: keeps her room fairly tidy, has only a few blankets and pillows, has a desk for her laptop that she keeps exceedingly organized, had a loft bed for a long time (all through college), has a chalkboard wall that she uses when researching and working

after kara finds her office full of flowers (they’re lovely, all colors and oh so soft when she runs her fingertips over the petals) she gets one of those planter boxes for lena’s balcony

when lena walks into her office and spots supergirl through the glass, kara just smiles at her, giving a little wave. it takes all of two seconds for lena to be slipping out to the balcony, and kara pretends she doesn’t notice how fast lena’s heart is beating

“since you got me flowers, i thought i’d get you some.” and lena just- her shoulders fall so heavily, this smile that is full of relief and warmth and just a little something tucked away in the corners that makes kara smile just as brightly.

(this is kara saying it’s okay. that she knows lena wasn’t fooled. that she trusts her.)

“they’re beautiful.” and kara doesn’t even have the heart to point out how cheesy it is that lena’s looking at her when she says it.

some days when the wind picks up, drifting lazily into lena’s office (because of course she keeps her doors open now. always.) the scent calms her immediately, makes her think of warm smiles and easy touches

(and when those flowers wilt away, this time kara brings seeds for them to plant together. lena can just look outside and see them grow as the days pass between kara bringing her lunches and late nights with kara dozing on the couch and hands clasped tightly with each other as they leave together)

The wonderful thing about planter boxes is how much you can grow in a small area. Beds three or four feet wide have space enough for two rows of large plants such as corn, bush beans or peppers. Tomatoes can be spaced two and one-half to three feet apart with the rows staggered. Snap peas can be planted every four inches. High-plant population in the bed keeps weeds crowded out.

Brighter than the Sun

Day 10 of Adrinette Month is “The Balcony”. Since I wrote some Ladynoir, and a bit of Ladrien this month, I wanted to go with a bit of Maricat as well. 

It is a lovely sunny day in Paris, and Marinette spends some quality time with her boyfriend. 

Named for Brighter than the Sun by Colbie Caillat.

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April was a wonderful month. The sun was shining for once, and it warmed Marinette through to her core as she sat out on her rooftop garden. Even Tikki was enjoying the warmth, spreading out on a small cushion Marinette had made for her a few years prior. 

As Marinette took a sip of iced tea, she thought how perfect a Sunday afternoon it was. It was almost like nothing could even improve on such a relaxing afternoon.

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Realization

My office overlooks the backyard, with a big window beside my desk. I choose the location for the natural lighting, but have found that as I work I often stare outside. 

The yard is not particularly well maintained. Just outside the window are a pair of planter boxes, empty now but for the weeds growing in them - a memorial to a failed attempt at gardening in the past. The garden was poorly considered, placed in an area with too little sunlight, a spot chosen for aesthetics and convenience rather than practicality. 

Now, looking out over the weedy yard, I’ve begun to realize some things. 

First: The flowers. 

These are the flowers of my childhood, the upturned heads of the field bindweed 

and the fiery crowns of the globe mallow


These are weeds. Tough, surly, stubborn plants that live in poor soil and thrive under neglect. No one asked for them to be here; no one cultivated them or lovingly cared for them. They merely grow, in defiance of drought and heat and surprise late-spring snow. 

And looking out over these plants, I realize that another name for “weed” is “wildflower.” 

And I think: Why is it that only fussy plants have value? 

Why do we spend time and money and poison on eradicating that which grows here naturally, only to replace it with something delicate, ill-suited to the environment? Why do we reject the tough flowers in favor of the delicate imports, the flowers that meet some arbitrary standard of what a flower should be? 

I never expected weeds to be so political. But thinking, now, on the wild things that have taken root in my garden, I feel a sort of kinship with them. 

Bound to Vengeance

Words: 9006 (oh..my..how?)

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Drama, Caretaker!Au Disability!Au 

Summary: Revenge. How far and how much are you willing to go?

Originally posted by chokaivlicious

His breath staggers in and out. He runs with numb legs, mind blank.

Finally, he comes to a screeching halt on his heels and throws open the large double doors, brown in colour and engraved with deep swirls.

The judge slams down the gavel. “Silence! Silence! Order in the court!”

Immediately everyone hushes, the lawyers taking their seats once again. “In the circumstances presented, I make the following order.” The judge’s voice ricochets off the high ceilings. Taehyung slowly stumbles forward. “Based on the evidence presented, there is an insufficient link that the defendant’s actions caused the plaintiff’s death. We cannot rule beyond a reasonable doubt and as a result…”

Taehyung’s heartbeat pounds in his ears.

He swallows hard.

“…the defendant, Miss L/N Y/N, is found not guilty.”

No. No. It can’t be.

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Street Deco - 17 objects to decorate your outdoor street areas ( most were extracted from The Sims 4 game).

Find in Sculptures:
1. 2 Way Street Name Sign (stand alone) - $51
2. Art Nouveau Sign Pole (stand alone) - $151
3. 2 Way Street Name Sign - $151
4. Planter Box1 (wood) - $136 (4 textures)
5. Planter Box2 (stone) - $126 (4 textures)
6. Planter Box with Flowers - $425 (*5 ½ tiles long)
7. Flag - $150 (7 textures)
8. Street Light - $260
9. Stop Sign - $150
10. Bollard - $425 (4 textures)
11. Trash Can1 - $185 (4 textures)
12. Trash Can2 (stone) - $175 (3textures)
13. Mail Box - $185
14.-15. Clock - large $1300, small $1200 (6 textures)
16.-17. Info Kiosk - large $1420, small $1020 (6 textures)

*the planter box with flowers is 5 ½ tiles long but it was cloned from a 1 tile object…sims will walk through it!!

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Skin Deep

Summary: In a world where your skin is a direct connection to your Soulmate, Castiel’s had to be an artist.

Setting: college!au, soulmate!au

Warnings: starts out with minors for exposition, fluff/tickling

Word Count: 2,056

A/N: What, it’s only taken Hypah over a year to write an AU, no big deal! So this was based off this post by eerie-was-i, despite me needing to finish other projects and do adult things. It was refreshing to write, so I really hope you guys enjoy. As always, comments and criticism are welcome ^_^


It started out as little things a long, long time ago. Mostly cheating.

A few math equations here, a couple tricky words there; they would etch their way sloppily along his left wrist. Castiel didn’t understand where they were coming from and figured it would be best not to tell the adults, lest they think it was he who was cheating. After all, writing on yourself was against the rules and Castiel was not a rule breaker.

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anonymous asked:

I want to make a birthday present for my friend who like pastel things and plants, do you have any of either?

Wishing your pal a happy birthday!!

Here are some of my picks for DIY gifts:

DIY Cardboard Cacti

Keep them scaled up for home decor or scale them down to be cute desk plants.

DIY Rainbow Meringue Kisses

If you’re handy dandy in the kitchen, this is a real sweet and pretty gift.

DIY Friendship Bracelet Headphones

It’s a friendship bracelet, but with function!

DIY Pastel Dipped Glassware

Use this pastel dipping technique on a larger, wider cup or small bowl and repot a little plant or two into it.

DIY Pretty Petal Boxes

If nothing else works, you can at least package your presents in these pretty pastel petal boxes!


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Milestone Series

Author: birdnmouse

Milestone: Meeting the Parents

wc: 2998 | rating: T  | status: 1/10 complete

 Summary: A series looking at Rick and Michonne’s various relationship milestones. AU. Occurring in the Against Type universe after the events of that series.



“Can you put on–”


“–number 14?” Rick finished in conjunction with her, earning himself a sidelong glance from the beautiful woman sitting in the passenger’s seat.


“Yeah.”


“You know there are thirteen other songs on the CD.”


“Yeah, I’m well aware,” she assured him as she thought over the dozens of times she’d heard this album from start to finish while riding in his truck, “but this is the only one I like.”


“But it’s Johnny Cash.”


“You always say that,” she said, shaking her head with a slight smirk, as unmoved by his standard response as ever.


We got married in a fever, hotter than a pepper sprout,

We’ve been talkin’ ‘bout Jackson, ever since the fire went out.

I’m goin’ to Jackson, I’m gonna mess around,

Yeah, I’m goin’ to Jackson.


Their conversation came to a lull as the plucky guitar chords and driving beat of the song filled the car. She looked over at her boyfriend with one hand one the steering wheel and the other resting on the window sill. His lips were slightly pursed, and she couldn’t tell whether he was just focused on the road or smarting over her comment.


“It’s a good driving song,” she offered weakly. “When you’re in a truck…out in the country,” she rambled until he finally turned her way with a warning look. “I’m trying here.”


And he knew she truly was, bless her heart, but he was never going to convert her into a fan. Hell, if he’d been introduced to this music today, he couldn’t even be sure he’d like it himself, but it was what he grew up listening to in his father’s truck, so he’d never be able to judge it objectively.

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9 lives?
in 2002 i was an animal control officer for the SC county, i had worked the job for about a year and usually worked by myself. On aug. 19th we got a call for 6 kittens left abandoned in a planter box by a local theater, the maintenance man heard them crying when he watered the flowers and called it in. I took the call and when i found the kittens i counted 7, they were all newly born mostly calico or black cats covered in fleas, the mother was no where to be found, i loaded them up in a carrier and left. i knew we had no mother cats at the SPCA and that all of the kittens would need to be put down without a mother at this age… i also knew it was recently Danielle’s birthday and the call was for 6 kittens not 7. i stopped by my house on the way back, and told Danielle to take the kitten she thought looked the most healthy, and she picked a chubby little tuxedo boy. as i went back to work Danielle rode her bike to PetsMart where she got some stuff for a flea bath, bottle and formula, gently bathed him and started to bottle feed him.

This was Guppy. Guppy was our only cat for 7 years, he was a very odd lil boy. he hated people, he was scared of the outdoors and had a habit of making direct eye contact and never looking away. he was extremely loving to us, a great majority of my games were made with him laying his head on my right arm while i drew with my left. 

Guppy was Danielle and my mascot, we included him in almost everything we did and every video we made.

last week on the anniversary of the day we got him, guppy passed away. its hard to avoid the fact that such a significant part of our lives who was never intended to exists was with us for 12 years and left on the anniversary of the day we first saw him. 

it’s impossible to put into words how significant Guppy was to both of us, he was our 1st baby and we both loved him greatly.. 12 years feels like a short amount of time but im so grateful for the time i got to spend with him, our little ghost kitty. in his honor this week i’ll be showing a Guppy Item, Guppy’s collar. 

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wearing his collar grants the user a 50% chance of coming back to life at half a heart in the previous room. 

I leave all that i own to you my little Gup.