the grumbling gardener

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Word Count: 802

Fandom: Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children

Pairing: Enoch O’Connor x Reader

Request(s): None

Warning(s): None

A/N: I’m going to say this is the Enoch from the movie with looks and age, but the Enoch from the books in personality and other character ages. (*cough* Olive *cough*) This is my first one-shot on this account, but I have much more on my personal account at @officialxdork. Enjoy! 


“Jacob? Miss Peregrine wants to speak with you,” Emma called, walking down into the basement. Jacob nodded and left with the blonde fire-pillar. I waited until I couldn’t hear the pairs of footsteps on the staircase to speak.

“They’re cute together, don’t you think, Enoch?” I asked, a smile on my face.

“Yeah, yeah. It was very cute when he flirted with you in the garden,” Enoch grumbled under his breath. He continued to toy with his lob of clay, attempting to mould a new homunculus. I let out a small sigh, looking around the room I’d seen a thousand times. The walls were lined with jars of pickled organs. Mostly hearts. A wide variety in size.

“He wasn’t flirting with me,” I said.

“Sure, you just keep telling yourself that,” the boy in the in front of me muttered, still fiddling with his clay.

“Oh, is little Enoch jealous?” I cooed, walking up to the pouting boy. He set down his work.

“Of course not.” HIs accent thickened with the lie.

“Don’t worry, Enoch. Jacob isn’t my type anyway,” I smiled, sitting on his lap. He leant back in his chair to look at me.

“You have a type?” He asked.

“Contrary to popular belief, yes. I do,” I smiled. “I like boys with pale skin and rosy cheeks. and pouty, soft lips. Perfect for kissing.”

I stopped talking for a moment to place a sweet kiss on his lips.

“I also like boys with dark hair. Preferably with little curls to run my hands through.” I did the action as the words left my mouth, resting my arms around his neck when finished.

“Oh really?” Enoch asked, a hint of a smile on his features. A very rare occurrence for sure.

“Yes. I also like brown eyes. reminds me of chocolate.” I stood up and place a light kiss on the crown of his head. He sat in silence, a cherry hue colouring his cheeks. “If you happen to meet anyone like that, tell them that a date is in order.”

I turned around and headed for the stairs but just before I reached the top, I stopped. “Oh and, I also seem to have a thing for dead-risers.” A smirk plastered onto my mouth. I’m sure his face was strawberry red in his stunned silence, but I didn’t turn around to check as I walked out of the basement.

“(Y/N)!” I heard his familiar voice shout from down the hall. I was right in front of my room. I stopped and waited for Enoch to catch up.

“I think I know someone who meets your requirements,” he said.

“Oh, yeah? Did you tell them about the date?” I asked, smiling up at him.

“Yes, and they would love to go on a picnic with you,” Enoch responded. I smiled even wider if that was even possible.

“That sounds lovely. Tell this dream boy to meet me in the garden tomorrow for lunch,” I replied, happily placing a kiss on Enoch’s pale cheek.

A smile graced his lips, showing off his pearly whites. A very unusual but very welcome sight.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and leant in close. So close, that his nose was brushing against my own. I moved in until our lips almost touched and  I could feel his breath on my face. Then I pulled away and turned to go, leaving an extremely disappointed Enoch.

The necromancer grabbed my wrist and pulled me back to him, a smirk on his face.

“You are such a tease,” he said as he leant in and kissed me. His hands found my hips while mine entangled in his hair.

“Hey lovebirds! Stop snogging and come to dinner!” A small girl’s voice said. Both Enoch and I looked up to the ceiling and saw a laughing Olive. That little spy was almost as bad as Millard.

“Yeah, you’re going to be late,” an invisible voice sounded. Speak of the devil.

Enoch groaned but I just laughed, intertwining our fingers and walking down to the dining room. An eternity with Enoch didn’t sound too bad. But the spying would get old.

anonymous asked:

The street rat AU is so precious! I love it! Could we get some more of that please?

Looking up at a warning beep, Qui-Gon shifted his long legs to get up and leave the garden, grumbling a bit. He had only just reached meditation state damn it, he didn’t want to vacate the garden just yet.

But the only other option would be to get wet by the rain cycle falling.

He’d almost left the room when the Force gave him a little tug.

It was almost small enough that Qui-Gon didn’t notice it but he did and therefor turned back to the garden even as water started to fall and moisten his tunic.

‘Well then, what now…’ He wondered as he let the Force guide him back into the meditation garden as water fell all around, giving the plants the nourishment they needed.

Uncaring of his water soaked tunic and hair, Qui-Gon moved to the middle of the room and looked about, frowning a bit in confusion when the Force stopped. And then he heard something that was not rain falling.

A snuffle that was followed by a little hiccup.

Qui-Gon reached out with his Force ability and almost groaned when he brushed against an all to familiar signature in distress. “Obi-Wan?” He offered worriedly, hearing a small shuffle and then the rustle of a bush. “Obi-Wan I know you’re there, come out little one.” He offered more calmly.

The air filled with hesitation before there was another rustle and Qui-Gon could feel Obi-Wan moving towards him.

Crawling out of a few bushes to the left of the Jedi Master, Obi-Wan came into sight and straightened up, blinking at the master.

And suddenly Qui-Gon saw exactly why the other had been hiding away.

Obi-Wan was sporting a black eye and a split lip, there was blood on his tunic and he was shaking, his clothing soaked by the rain cycle.

“Obi-Wan!” Qui-Gon moved to him and knelt down, blue eyes wide in shock and worry as he put large hands on slim shoulders. “Child what happened?”

The little one trembled before pushing himself into Qui-Gon’s arms, hiccuping. From the state of his unswollen eye, it was clear that Obi-Wan must have been crying for hours from the redness.

“I’m taking you to the Healing Halls Obi-Wan. Right now.” He wrapped his arms around him and stood, feeling the child stiffen but not argue with him. That was cause for worry too as he hurried out of the gardens with a soaked and injured child on his arm.

“Master wha-Obi-Wan?” Xanatos blinked at them as he meet them in the hallway. “What’s going on? Master did you get stuck in the gardens under a rain cycle again?”

“I was about to leave when I found Obi-Wan. He requires the Halls.”

That put Xanatos on alert as he followed them, noting how Obi-Wan was oozing with distress in the Force and didn’t lift his face from the master’s tunic, just clenched his tiny fists into the water darkened fabric.

“Obi-Wan?” He questioned, brows furrowing when all Obi-Wan did was hiccup. He looked to Qui-Gon instead, grey eyes full of questions.

“Obi-Wan has a black eye and a split lip.” Qui-Gon pinched his lips together and held the little one closer.

“Obi-Wan, did Chun do that?” Xanatos questioned in alarm and cursed quietly when Obi-Wan flinched at the question. He quickly separated from his master to go find the creche master in charge of Obi-Wan.

“Did he Obi-Wan?” Qui-Gon questioned more quietly as they reached the Halls.

“…Yes.” The little imp whispered and then the healers descended on them.

Qui-Gon set the child down on a bed as the healer carefully looked at the swollen eye and split lip, tutting softly in worry as she touched him. Then he accepted the towel one of the apprentice healers gave him, carefully drying Obi-Wan’s hair first before accepting another for himself.

Creche Master Dolan arrived just as the healer started on Obi-Wan’s swollen eye, the man taking a sharp breath before moving forward while Xanatos slid to Qui-Gon’s side to observe quietly. “Oh Obi-Wan, we’ve been looking everywhere for you.” The man murmured worriedly even as Obi-Wan flinched in the healers grip. “Child what happened?”

The redhead looked at all the adults, his distress ramping up as he was overwhelmed by all the attention. Qui-Gon took the creche master by the arm. “Perhaps we should let the healer finish before we ask him. Master Dolan, may I have a word?”

“Of course Master Jinn.” He followed, giving Obi-Wan another worried glance as Xanatos settled close and took the Initiates hand, holding it as he was healed.

“I found him in one of the meditation gardens. Rain cycle.” Qui-Gon explained quietly. “He indicated that Initiate Chun was the cause of his distress.”

“I…see.” Dolan sighed and rubbed his face. “Bruck is…he seems to enjoy lashing out towards other Initiates. I was very worried when I couldn’t find Obi-Wan anywhere, we’ve been looking for him for hours.” He confessed quietly. “Normally I wouldn’t worry so much but he missed all his lessons, something Obi-Wan doesn’t do. He’s punctual to all his lessons.”

“Did you inform anyone?”

“I was about to when Padawan Du Crion came to fetch me. Thank you for finding Obi-Wan.” Dolan gave a half smile at him, a knowing one.

Qui-Gon smiled back before sighing. “What will be done about Initiate Chun, this is…this is far beyond normal taunting. I imagine he’s in good shape if you had no suspicions.”

“Yes, I will have to speak to the Council, perhaps get Bruck and his friends to go see the mindhealers and…” Dolan hesitated. “And I might have to put in the question if they are suited for the Jedi life.”

The Jedi master jerked to in surprise before nodding slowly in understanding. “I see.” What else could he say to that, it was a serious thing, this entire thing was serious.

“As it stands…I won’t bring Obi-Wan back to the creche while I deal with Bruck. Would you consider keeping him in your quarters for a few hours, make sure he eats and that he’s comfortable?” Dolan tucked his hands into his sleeves, staring up at Qui-Gon.

“Of course. He’ll need new clothes though, his are wet and bloody.”

“I’ll send one of the padawans in the creche with a new set.”

“Thank you Master Dolan.”

“No Master Jinn, thank you for finding Obi-Wan. We may not speak to loudly about it, but he is bright in the Force.”

The two shared small smiles.

anonymous asked:

Matt Murdock #13?

Originally posted by marvelsdefenders

#13. “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk.”

You fumbled to pick up the phone, pushing wet hair back from your face as you held it to your ear, “This better be good, Matt, I just got out of the shower. Is it your hobby to interrupt me at the most inopportune moments?”

His chuckle reverberated over the line, “I’ve been considering it. I could use a better hobby.”

“Most people consider stamp-collecting or gardening,” you grumbled, readjusting your towel around your waist. “You know, normal stuff.”

“Normal is relative, you know that,” Matt teased. “Why can’t you just be happy that I have a hobby?”

You rolled your eyes, “My hobby is making fun of you when you talk. So please talk faster and get to the damn point before I ruin my floors because of water damage.”

“Fine, fine, just calling to tell you we’ve got some new information about the case. I can’t disclose it over the phone but if you want to meet for coffee with Foggy in an hour, we can fill you in.”

You checked the time on your watch and tightened your towel again, “See you then, Murdock. I’m going to go finish my shower.”

“I wish you the best of luck.”

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Loki’s Song (Part 9)

MASTERLIST

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So they lived.
The mechanic and the demi god, in their big house on the edge of a wild lake.
Eventually neighbors moved in around them, and then, because Tony demanded that Loki be sociable,  they hosted poker nights, and barbecues on the big deck on warm summer nights.
They had a standing invitation to dinner on every holiday with the sweet old couple who bought the land next to them.

When the winters were too rough, they left to spend weeks in Arizona, passing the time exploring the desert and sipping cold drinks by the pool.
Tony’s money never ran out, even though Loki would have been content to glamour in and out of stores, snapping his fingers and summoning whatever they needed, Tony always insisted on ordering things and paying for them.

One day, when all the news anchors could talk about was the seemingly miraculous return of Captain America, and how refreshing it was to have real heroes back, Tony tossed the television into the lake, and Loki had retrieved it with a roll of his eyes and a stern lecture about littering and not letting his past make him so unhappy.
Tony had cried that night, for what had once been the happiest time of his life, and Loki had held him, pressing his mate’s head to the Mark on his chest, his hand wrapped tight around the corresponding one on Tony’s arm.

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sedgeygrass  asked:

Hi I have a question! I'm a new gardener (I'm in high school) and I was wondering if it's bad for mushrooms to grow in my raised beds of vegetables/my potted herb plants? I'm kind of unsure about the whole thing. My mother (who admittedly is a pretty bad gardener) always grumbles and picks them out of the soil saying they're poisonous and bad, but then I see all your pictures and suddenly I'm wondering if they're actually good/neutral? Please let me know! -Emily

Mushrooms are actually a good sign in the garden! Mushrooms in the garden are usually either:

1) Saprobic, meaning they gain nutrition from breaking down organic material (this means they’re breaking material down into elements your plants can use)

OR

2) Mycorrhizal, meaning they form symbiotic relationships with plant root systems. 95% of all plant families form mycorrhizal associations! The fungus and plants work to exchange water and nutrients and often the fungus provides an immune system for the plant, meaning it will grow healthier! Many garden soils contain mycorrhizal fungi for this reason

As well, mushrooms are known to accumulate toxins, pulling them away from your plants. One of my favorite mushrooms, the Dead Man’s Foot (Pisolithus tinctorius) contains a pigment called norbadione A. that binds to radioactive cesium, removing it from the soil. Different species accumulate different toxins. The Agaricus genus contains the most species of mushrooms that concentrate cadmium, while Oyster mushrooms (Pleurotus) concentrate the least amount of cadmium. Basically, if you live in an area with a lot of toxins, the mushrooms are doing your plants a favor. AND! If you do a soil test and you know which toxins are present in the area, you can match the appropriate mushroom species to cultivate in that area to clean up the soil. This process is called mycoremediation.

Hopefully to calm your mom’s fears of mushrooms: mushrooms can only be poisonous or harmful if eaten. Not all mushroom species are toxic, a lot are edible and tasty and some are technically edible but we just don’t eat them because they’re not very tasty. Only a handful of mushrooms are actually deadly, the rest will just give you gastrointestinal distress, and anyway most of the deadly ones are mycorhizal with certain tree species and you will NOT find them in your garden bed because they are not saprobic. For example, the Death Cap (Amanita phalloides) only forms mycorhizal associations with certain trees, meaning it will not just grow off any old decaying material and it won’t grow in a raised garden bed. 

You can’t accurately make generalizations about the safety of mushrooms because each species is so different! Honestly, this is the case for most plants but people do not make similar generalizations about plant species or regard them with similar disgust!

You should try to identify which species is growing in your garden! Then you can better understand what that fungus is doing underground to help your soil! 

a lady in the garden

Summary: A chaotic god stumbles upon a girl in his secret garden. Plakki AU

This is for my lovely @piku-chan and our art trade. Piku made me Plakki trash. She wanted a Plakki! Greek God AU and I am here to deliver!!!

Thanks to @true-spirit-spear-chastiefol for beta-ing! :D


What the fuck?

Plagg fumed as he hid. His green eyes narrowed down on the oblivious woman that was sitting in the middle of the field. Her slender fingers plucked several flowers, which she laid on her lap.

“What are you doing?” a familiar voice whispered. Plagg yowled. He fell to the floor, quickly hiding himself behind a boulder. A young man snickered next to him.

“Wayzz, ssh.” Plagg hissed. Wayzz ran his hands down his russet brown face.

“Plagg, why are you spying on some random girl?” Wayzz asked. Plagg growled at him.

“Because, you simple health god, she is in my garden!”

“A garden in the middle of nowhere.” Wayzz laughed at Plagg’s pout.

“I found it first.” Plagg muttered. Wayzz rolled his eyes. Both looked over the boulder and realized that the girl was gone. Plagg walked to the middle of the field where she was sitting and found a flower crown.

Wayzz picked it up.

“Aw,” he cooed. Plagg glared at him.

“This is so cute!” Wayzz placed the flower crown on Plagg’s head. Plagg ripped the crown off his head. Wayzz patted Plagg on the head before departing, leaving the God of Chaos to fume.

“Stupid…” Plagg muttered. Plagg’s eyes widened when he noticed a fresh patch of red chrysanthemums.  

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anonymous asked:

7 - adoribull

“You look rather ridiculous, you know,” Dorian grumbled, appearing in the gardens.

“It itches, too,” Bull huffed, dragging a hand across his chest and the silken, white fabric. Josephine’s family was visiting and wished to meet the entire Inner Circle, and she’d requested that Bull wear a simple shirt, at least. It had a wide neck and buttoned up the middle, revealing a decent amount of his chest all the same.

Dorian sighed, sitting down next to his lover on the bench. Bull had disappeared after dessert, when the mingling started. It wasn’t hard for Dorian to tell something had made Bull nervous, his eye discretely shifting towards the many exits many times that evening before he finally made his leave. Carefully, Dorian laid his hand over Bull’s much larger one, barely covering a portion of it.

“Are you alright?” Dorian murmured, rubbing slow circles into Bull’s knuckles when Bull didn’t pull away.

“Yeah,” Bull sighed, a long slow breath of air, “Just … Not sure why, but bein’ in there reminded me of a job in Minranthos that didn’t exactly go well.”

Dorian hummed, continuing to stroke Bull’s mangled hand. He understood that sometimes old anxieties flared up, something tearing at an ancient wound thought closed.

“You should be in there, enjoying yourself. They had all that fancy shit you like.”

“The champagne makes me nose tickle. Besides, it’s rather nice out here when it’s quiet.”

They sat in comfortable silence for some time, the fragrant smell of summer flowers filling the small space. Neither felt the need to fill the quiet, instead enjoy the comfort of each other. Even when a cool breeze blew in, bringing dark clouds with them and blotting out the moon, they stayed in their spots, content and safe with each other. It wasn’t until the first crack of thunder rattled the old stone walls, rain beginning in a slow drizzle that Dorian stood up.

“While I have enjoyed our little garden rendezvous, I’m not wearing my waterproof kohl and I’ll scare the guests away if they see it running all over my face,” Dorian said, standing before Bull and offering a hand. He wouldn’t be offended if Bull didn’t take it, but wanted to give him the option.

Bull looked up at Dorian, who was positively radiant. There was mist clinging to his hair and eyelashes, making the exposed skin of his shoulder glisten. Rain ran down the silky green fabrics he wore, and Bull reached out to touch them.

“Oh, now you choose to notice the new robes,” Dorian huffed with a soft smile.

A new crack of thunder and it was pouring, running in rivets from Dorian’s hair and almost immediately smearing his makeup. Bull could feel it dripping from his horns, running between the muscles of his biceps, dripping onto his shoulder. Dorian’s eye caught a bead of water, watching it run down his cheek, cling to the knot in his throat, before dripping between the unbuttoned collar of Bull’s shirt. His tongue flicked out and he licked his lips with a heated gaze.

“Like what you see?” Bull teased, flexing slightly.

“I take back what I said about the shirt earlier,” Dorian answered, watching as the sheer white material clung to Bull, sticking to his silver skin, revealing the dark buds of Bull’s nipple, the swell of his stomach. Bull glanced down, grinning, before taking Dorian’s hand and letting him help him up, “Maybe you should wear shirts more often.”

honestly i think like a lud+gil fusion would be really kinda hysterical because u get lud’s “eeeeeinsamkeeeeeit” emo type of personality plus gil’s really loud externalized emotions so basically this fusion is like very dramatically sighing and sprawling on couches like “uGH”

blackthumb: mint, chives, and sage


I had a bounty of herbs in the last few weeks, despite a very shady summer, so I put them out for our neighbors to grab! I put out a little sign, and tied each bundle of herbs with Bakers Twine

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Of all the herbs I’ve tried to grow this summer, the best ones for a black-thumb like me have been the chives, hands-down. They started to look a little sickly once, earlier in the summer, so I cut them all back leaving only about an inch above the soil, and now they’ve exploded back stronger than before. I have a feeling if I kept cutting them, they would get stronger every time. I read in Grow Great Grub: Organic Food from Small Spaces
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that chives are virtually indestructible, which is perfect for a gardener like me

And so dang tasty! On Saturday mornings when we’re making eggs, I cut a bunch off and then scissor-slice them directly into the egg mixture. We have yet to try them on baked potatoes, but I can’t wait!

For the sign, I used my handy-dandy, rusty-trusty Cavallini ABC Alphabet Lowercase Set of 26 Stamps in Tin w Ink Pad
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i wasnt kidding with that tag tho like..imagine lud and feli living in a little stone house with flowers all over it and they spend afternoons gardening and taking care of the flowers and lud is like. working really hard at weeding or something and feli just puts flowers in his hair and luds hair and after a while lud stops taking them out