In dire need of assistance on the location of said Fic
Hey guys, real quick. I need some help finding a really good fanfic on Wattpad.
I have these two pictures that I took of meaningful paragraphs in the story. They are meaningful to me.
My only problem is that I can't find it. It's a Harry Potter fanfic with the mc being a weasley she has connections to dragons, and at the beginning of the book, she runs away from the burow. Now, this is before she goes to Hogwarts. I remember her staying with Charlie at the Romania dragon preservation among with her dragon.
These are the two screenshots that I took. I ask sincerely for your help in locating this fanfic to read it again.
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we have dandelions EVERYWHERE, they are basically our State Weed, it is absolutely impossible that my mom has never interacted with a dandelion before, this requires further investigation
So after extensive interrogation I have an update:
my mom is in fact aware that dandelions exist. she temporarily forgot the name and there was some miscommunication.
the truth is actually weirder
she’s aware dandelions look like this
she is familiar with this flower. she knows the name of this flower. she declines to believe, however, that these are also dandelions
she does not believe these are the same plant. I tried to explain, and she thought I was either misinformed or lying. so I asked her what exactly did she think the yellow ones were called?
she answered, with complete confidence: Daffodils.
“buttercups” is a name applied to MANY flowers. in my part of the south it was this one:
imo there’s correct identifications of dandelions, daffodils, easter lilies and marigolds in this thread, but buttercups are simply impossible to agree on and the only solution is for everyone to post pictures of their local buttercups
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ⵌ summary: Senku was involved in a hit-and-run accident and has been living in his own mind for years. Yet, in his eyes, he is thriving and living a peaceful life with you, building and restoring humanity with his loved ones.
It's been over a month since the accident. Your husband has been lying on the hospital bed, unmoving. You couldn't remember the last time you slept, let alone ate. How could this happen to you? Why him? Worst, the doctor said he might suffer from memory loss.
"He wouldn't want to see you like this." His father, your father-in-law, Byakuya, gently placed his hand on your shoulder. "And it's not healthy for both of you," he added.
That's right. You're pregnant with Senku's child, and the accident happened because of you. It was a miracle that you and the child were safe while he received all the damage. If only you didn't cling to his arm like a stupidly in love penguin as he drives, none of this would've happened. This is all your fault.
"I'm not hungry, Bya." You muttered, caressing your growing belly. The due date is coming closer, and you can't do this alone. Will you endure the pain by yourself? What if… You couldn't make it and left the child by themselves? Byakuya would surely step up as caretaker while Senku's out cold, but what kind of parent would want to purposely neglect their own children?
Byakuya sighed. There's no getting through you, he tried for days, and the outcome has always been the same. You would refuse to do anything but sit on a chair and watch him for hours and hours. It's a pitiful sight, really. He feels bad for both you and his son, the baby too. Being born while under this situation could put a lot more stress on someone.
"Then I'll go find something for you two." With that, he left the hospital room in search of food. He can't have you be too weak. He loves you as much as he loves Senku. If Senku wakes up and sees you as good as dead, the young man would probably be disappointed in him.
After the older man left, you were left alone in the hospital room, listening to the same beeping sound of the heart monitor; staring at him, it made you wonder what he could be thinking about in that comatose state. Would he be relieving all your memories together? Or was it just complete darkness? But then again, neither mattered. You just want him to wake up already.
Meanwhile, in Senku’s mind, he’s once again living as a teen, yet it's a whole different world he lives in. A world where humanity was destroyed by a green beam that petrified almost all intelligent beings, and he is the centre of everything. Not as the villain, but as the scientist who brought back the old world after such a catastrophic event.
"Hohoho, this old man's body may be writhing, but his enthusiasm remains the same. Say, Senku… what more invention do you want to build, now that the Medusa has been defeated?" Old man Kaseki laughed as he stroked his beard, feet thumping against the wooden seat rhythmically.
Senku glanced at the crowd around the research facility. Years had passed since he first woke up from the petrification. So many changes were brought, many lives were lost, yet many more were welcomed. How fast time flies; it almost feels like a long dream.
"For now, I think I'm gonna go and rest my legs." He answered, hands on his hips as he left the site and walked towards the woods nearby. He barely got any rest these days, being occupied with meetings and conferences; a day of rest would be great. Work-life balance is important, too.
He sat on a cliff facing the ocean, feet dangling. The wind blew gently against his skin as his bang brushed his cheeks. It's peaceful here. So quiet… somehow, the silence made him feel lonely. He doesn't understand why, but he feels like something is missing. Like a piece of himself that he doesn't even know ever existed.
"I like the quiet."
A random person came and sat next to him. He scooted further to give them some space. He looked up, and it was you. Uh… someone they probably just de-petrified. He doesn't think he'd seen you before, maybe he did? Not like it matters anyway. There will be waves of depetrification soon, so it's not like he needs to remember every single person they revive.
"Aren't you tired?" You asked him, hand reaching to tuck his hair behind his ear, but he backed away before you could touch him. He turned his head to continue gazing at the horizon.
"Of rebuilding humanity? Kind of, but you could say it's an ambition strong enough to withstand the pressure." He responded, sighing softly in content.
He heard you hum, and then it's quiet once again. Just him, the sea, and maybe you, too. Out of the blue, he felt a weight on his shoulder. You were leaning so closely to him, arms tangling with his own, as you rest you face under his jawline. This is awkward.
"I miss you."
Awkward, "Uh, sure. I think you meant, I missed you." He corrected you jokingly to reduce the tension. Any sane person wouldn't go around clinging to a stranger they just met, would they? You're weird. Not that he'd never seen anyone weirder than this.
"You sleep a lot." You murmured to his skin, as if reminiscing about something he could not… understand. "Aren't you tired of sleeping?"
What's with these questions? Gently, he pulled away from your embrace or whatever and stood up. He turned his back to you and waved you goodbye without bothering to look back. "Well, I gotta go now; can't let those people ruin the lab faculty in my absence."
You just sit there quietly, watching his figure disappear from the woods.
Days passed, and Senku realised he was starting to see you more often than not. Every morning, you would join Francois in helping to prepare everyone's breakfast; in the afternoon, you would somehow be found chatting with Sai in his section of the lab; in the evening, he saw you with Kohaku and Ruri, discussing some… matters; and at night, he saw you with Suika, dinner over a campfire.
It's almost suspicious how you're always… there. So he decided to approach Gen to ask him about this mysterious activity circling you. Strangely enough, the mentalist didn't give out any comments about this other than, "You're imagining too much, my dear Senku! Oho, don't tell me it's happening now?"
This teasing crap again. Senku ended the conversation right then and there and went into his private lab. Only to find you sitting on his lab table, vials of dangerous chemicals in your hands. How did you get in here without his special entry card?
"Okay, this is overdoing it. Do you need something from me, or what? You've been following me for days now. It's eerie." He stated, growing uncomfortable with your constant presence in his life. Don't tell him you're actually a ghost from a body they accidentally destroyed or something?
"Nothing. I just miss you." You smiled at him. He cringed at that. Hearing that twice doesn't make it any better.
"Do you need a therapist? I could ask Luna if she knows anyone." He suggested going to his table to start his experiment. There are lists of things he needs to get done before sunset. You didn't reply to his suggestion and continued to do your thing: staring at the glass dome over your head. His lab was built with easy access to stargazing; Senku loves astronomy after all.
He ignored your presence and started crossing lines on his checklist. More and more tasks were done, and he could go home and rest. Before he left, he gave you his card to make sure you lock it before leaving in case you want to continue your… activity, and remind you to return it before 9 tomorrow morning.
Just like that, his day is filled with pictures of you. In every blink of his eyes, he would see you standing or sitting somewhere. Whenever he accidentally fell asleep, you would be by his side, sitting on the table as you pat his back, lulling him. Every time it's lunch time, you would pop out of nowhere and join him. Here a you, there a you, everywhere a you, you.
Before he realises it, he's getting used to seeing your presence. Maybe even expecting to see you more than once a day. The fact that you wouldn't hesitate to just hug or touch him doesn't help either. He wondered where you gained that confidence from. It was as if you've known him more than he knows you, to ignore any sort of boundary he sets up.
Years passed, and uh… welcome home, Mrs Ishigami. He, himself, was surprised that he could get you to marry him. Well, you did say that you miss him more than a hundred times over these past 2 years. It's not like he minds it; he finds it rather cute that you would always cling to his arm like a penguin as he drives while murmuring about your day or whatever that crossed your mind at the time.
"This feels like a long dream." You said softly, hugging his arm. He nodded, a smirk adorning his face.
"Do you not have any more lines in your dialogue script, other than 'I miss you', 'Aren't you tired of sleeping?' or 'This feels like a long dream'?" He joked, pressing a kiss on your head as he drove. One hand on the steering wheel, while the other on your thigh as you clung to him.
"Then, how about—" you lean forward to look into his eyes, "I'm sorry."
He looked at you confusedly. What were you apologising for? He opened his mouth to say something, but then he heard loud honking, and he didn't have the chance to react properly when the truck hit your side of the vehicle, successfully murdering you within seconds. The car was totally wrecked, with only your arm clinging to his as your body… was nowhere to be seen in the wreckage.
Everything was happening so fast. One moment, he was with you, being all lovey-dovey, and now he's standing in front of your grave, a bouquet in hand. He placed it on the ground, where your crushed body lies resting.
Yet as he stepped away from the graveyard, he heard the sound of crying from a tree. Did someone leave a child here? He approached the voice, and true to his instinct, it was really a child. A newborn girl at that. How could someone be so cruel, leaving a newborn by herself?
He glanced around, in case the child's parent might be nearby. Seeing none, he picked her up, holding her close to his chest. She looks so tiny, so cute, so warm… so confused but sad.
Droplets of tears fall onto the baby's cheeks, stopping her cries. Why does she look so much like you? The resemblance was uncanny, it's almost scary. He wiped her tears and gently rocked her to sleep under the tree. After the baby quieted down, he sat down and rested his back against the tree trunk.
All this crying is making him sleepy. Just a little nap won't hurt, right? Maybe when he wakes up, all of this nightmare might turn out to be a long… long dream.
In the real world, the sound of the heart monitor filled the quiet hospital room. Accompanied by the soft rustling and groans of a baby, who was bundled in a blanket right next to Senku's leg, sleeping peacefully on his bed.
Senku blinked his eyelids open. His body feels so heavy, strangely heavy, as if he's been napping for months instead of a quick nap under the tree. He moved his fingers and accidentally grazed the top of the baby's head.
Oh, they must've brought her here, too. He thought.
He remained quiet as he stared at the ceiling. His head feels foggy and dazed. How long has passed since your death? Two days? Three? Who fed the baby while he was out cold?
"Sen… senku…?"
He heard Byakuya's voice calling his name. Wait, what? Byakuya? His eyes drifted to the man entering the room. This can't be real. Byakuya died millennia ago. This must be hallucinations. Five stages of grief happen to everyone after a great loss, after all.
He had overcome Byakuya's death over the past years of rebuilding humanity in his footsteps. He could handle this hallucination. But if it were you, he doesn't think he could handle it without breaking down into tears. Your passing is very recent, and he's still grieving.
"…" This gotta be a crazy dream. He breathed out, his voice not coming out, his comment only audible in his head.
Byakuya rushed to his side, careful not to startle him or cause any damage to his son's already weakened body. Tears flow like a river from his eyes, followed by never-ending snot. Senku would've grimaced at the sight, if not for his lack of awareness.
"Senku… you're finally awake. It's been 4 months, son!" Byakuya cried, blowing snot using the baby's saliva handkerchief. He hesitantly uses his hand to caress Senku's sunken cheek. "Your wife is outside, getting the baby's diaper. She'll return soon, so don't cry, okay?"
Cry? Senku wasn't crying. Or was he? He could hardly feel his body; worse, he couldn't speak his mind with his throat refusing to cooperate. And wife? What wife? His wife, you… died days ago. Did Byakuya's ghost come with yours, too? Also, what 4 months is he talking about? Then, he heard the sound of the door creaking as you entered the room.
"Bya, have you fed Asun—" Your question was cut short when you saw Byakuya sobbing, with Senku looking at you as if he's seeing a ghost. You almost dropped the juice box in your hand as you stood there, unmoving.
The tears that flow from seeing Byakuya turned into a breathless, choked sob. You're alive? Or is it really just his imagination? He can't tell which is real, which is not. Everything is happening way too fast.
"I miss you." You muttered as your shaky legs brought you closer to him, then you shook your head with a teary smile on your face, "No, I missed you."
Those simple 3 words clicked something in his mind. Those are one of the three sentences you always said to him, even the first thing you said when you met him during your first meeting.
"This feels like a dream." A whisper left your lips. That. Another one of those. The gear in his brain slowly moved, connecting two and two: 4 months, Byakuya is still alive, you are still alive, these same sentences…
Was he in a coma? And those adventures going to the moon and defeating Why-Man were all just a long, long dream? Earth was never petrified, and it's just his imagination all along? Then, does that mean those same sentences you keep uttering in his… Dr Stone world, were you actually talking to him while he's unconscious?
But then, why didn't he remember you in his imagination? Did he lose his memories before he fell into a coma? Is that why?
Senku was too indulged in his thinking world to see you holding the baby in your arms as you sat next to him. Oh, about the baby… is it his and yours, or did Byakuya find it under a tree somewhere? He wanted to ask, but no words could escape his lips.
"You should see our girl. She looks just like us." You hold the baby closer to him, but not too close to overwhelm him. Byakuya already did that part. You wouldn't dare to shove your face into his when he is in this state. Unlike a certain someone.
Senku's eyes slowly drift from your face to the bundle in your arms. You're right. She looks just like you two, but mostly you. He loved her. A weak smile deliberately formed on his face.
Senku has so many questions he wanted to ask, so many things he wanted to say, but for now, he would rather just enjoy himself in this quiet warmth (not so quiet with Byakuya still sobbing) with the people he loves. Whatever speculation about that mysterious world he lived in for thousands of years could be discussed later.
He just wants to enjoy his time with you, his wife, again. After all, you will always be the person he would fall in love with again. If not twice, maybe this would be the third time.
Get it?! Because he fell in love, and forgot, then fell in love again (in Dr Stone world), and was ready to fall again because that dream world wasn't exactly a reality. (๑•᎑•๑)
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I'm going to make this crackship better by with no explanation say their both switches with Lumine mostly domming and Rover being the sub until lumine needs him to just shower her love and sexy affection.
Also, I feel like Rover got a second jacket so Lumine could keep his and even when in Tevyat Lumine kept the jacket so when she felt really down in the dumps she does her best to sniff the jacket for his scent to calm her down.
No Lomion is a way, Is like in a way Long (The Aeon of permanence) daughter in a way. I mean like Lomion is the only being that long created, while I feel like Vidyadhara were only ever given the power of the dragons and are inbred enough to cause infertility...
Here a fixed version that cooked up.
Lomion is remembered in hushed doctrine as the First Vidyadhara, though this title is neither wholly accurate nor entirely false.
They were not born through the rebirth cycle that governs their kind, nor did they arise from the Roiling Deep as the others once did. Instead, Lomion was shaped directly by Long, the Aeon of Permanence, as a living archive — a being meant to endure without dilution, to remember without erosion. Where later Vidyadhara would inherit fragments of draconic authority through reincarnation, Lomion was forged as an anchor, carrying the full weight of memory without the mercy of forgetting.
When the Vidyadhara fled their dying world and reshaped themselves to survive among mortals, Lomion remained unchanged. Their form resembles that of the modern Vidyadhara, yet they stand apart from them — untouched by stagnation, excluded from the cycle, and incapable of true rebirth. They have molted only twice across millennia, each shedding carving deeper permanence into their being rather than renewal.
For a time, Lomion served the Xianzhou Luofu as a guardian and silent witness, preserving histories that were inconvenient, dangerous, or quietly erased. Over centuries, they came to see the rebirth cycle not as salvation, but as a gentler form of oblivion — memories fragmented, responsibility dispersed, sins forgotten by design.
Their departure from the Luofu was neither violent nor sudden. Lomion simply stopped returning. Disillusioned with a civilization that revered remembrance while fearing its consequences, they chose exile among the stars.
Embedded within Lomion is a dormant Stellaron, bound not by ambition or destruction, but by memory. Through it, they glimpse histories that never entered record — erased wars, broken Aeons, lost names. This burden does not grant prophecy, only understanding… and the quiet grief that follows.
They wander now not to preserve the past unchanged, but to ensure it is understood, even if it must be remembered alone.
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A magic sword you inherited, a noble lineage you come from, and an evil king that you can fight. What's the problem? The goddess explicitly told you "You aren't my chosen one."
I collected my art tips on hands over the years. It ended up being 54 pages of notes I took and some guides I tried to create for myself. Maybe some of these can be useful to others as well.
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