To prevent themselves from eating any of their pollinators, many carnivorous plants will grow their flowers at the end of a long stem, well above the leaves and mechanisms that act as their traps.
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or, moments in the dynamic between George and DreamXD
((this is my submission for the swap exchange hosted by @dreamteamfanficarchive! My prompt asked to look at how George and DreamXD would try to comfort each other through the loss of their respective partners. and because im incapable of writing anything dsmp as happy, it got a lil weird!
its nonlinear, lil bit angsty, a focus on unstable character relationships with themes of religion and the supernatural, as well as plant and insect references. needless to say i got a bit self indulgent))
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2 am in the dream team household typically went like this: dark, quiet, empty kitchen, the occasional Patches and/or person grabbing a drink of water.
But sometimes it didn't.
Every once in a while, 2 am in the dream team household would mean snacking, and if it was by one member in particular, that meant cooking.
That meant pancakes.
((and we're back at it again with my fanfic writing lets gooooo. I offer you some dnf fluff during this drought. Everything is good and great and I am NOT being parasocial))
The time loops were fun, that's why they kept doing them. When you're immortal (kinda) and bored (almost always), you gotta figure out ways to make your life a bit more interesting.
And if that happens to be running off to have secret one on one fights with the guy that you and your friends are trying to kill, and has time and again killed you, so be it.
((did anyone order a manhunt setting dnf fic with homoerotic stabbing and respawn mechanics? inspired by this art and concept by @theodorerror))
Waking up in a pinebox, six feet underground was bad enough. Worse when Dream was supposed to be burning in the fiery pits of hell, and he'd been down there long enough, and done things bad enough that he had no trouble thinking he deserved it.
But something pulled him out. Something powerful. Something world changing. And he needed to find out why.
((self indulgent spnverse fic for my birthday! Featuring an alternate first meeting and way more dialogue than I feel like I usually do. It's not quite dnf, but it's got preslash vibes))
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An easy(er) to navigate collection of my posts about and related to minecraft manhunt + its variations, with focus on Dream as the hunted. To be updated as I go
Overview ☂️
What makes a good hunter?
When form dictates story
As an Entertainment Series
Leaderboard🏆
The Manhunt Crew 🎮
Could only be them (og series) - The series' heart, soul, and skeleton (og series)
Dream
Inventory observations
health budgeting
Love of the game
Aim
Georgenotfound
Commitment + Bravery
Split second decisions
Lack of self preservation
Sapnap
Caution/Apprehension
Badboyhalo
Niche addition
Antfrost
Balancing (og series)
High passive perception
Awesamdude
Steady presence
CaptainPuffy
Underestimation
Bonus: Callahan (og series)
Dynamics ↔️
Start chase sans Sapnap (+Bad) - Team as a Unit ft. Baablu +hunter crew
The Dream team - The OG Trio - Ant+Sam civilly divorced
Dteam stuck in a tree. One of them two of them maybe three who knows just someone is stuck in a tree
Okay so the prompt box isn't open yet, but I saw this and I did get inspired, so we'll consider it a test run
Vote here if you haven't, thanks :)
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Three teeth of a hand saw. All it takes is three teeth of a handsaw and half a second of contact to cut through your rope, that's what they always said. Of course, hearing about it and experiencing it are two completely separate things.
Sapnap couldn't even remember what he was looking at, honestly. But he had his hand saw open to start to cut into a damaged tree limb, yelled out a warning to Dream and George on the ground, and then... He didn't know. Maybe he heard a bird or something. (Or maybe he thought he saw a hornet's nest. He wasn't doing a repeat of last time; at first buzz or sight of a grey, blobby, paper nest, he was setting the canopy on fire before he'd climb up first, clients be damned.)
Next thing he knew, he heard his climbing rope snap, his weight was jolting down completely into his flipline, and he was pendulum-swinging feet first into the trunk.
That's one way to wake yourself up in the morning. He was suddenly grateful for all that safety and redundancy training.
"Shit, heads up!" He called out.
He looked down and watched his nearly brand new, beautiful, expensive, orange and blue dynamic rope drop seventy feet to the ground and coil on-top of and around his rope bag. Shit.
Somewhere, the sound of a chainsaw stopped. Below him, Dream came into view with his dumb, custom green and white saw pants that matched the rest of his hi-vis gear. His face shield was down, and he was lightly coated in saw dust. Dream looked up at Sapnap, then down at the rope bag, then back up at Sapnap.
"Dude, you good?" Was the first thing Dream said.
"Yep."
"Your rope's on the ground."
"Yeah, flipline caught me though." His voice was shakier than he expected. Sue him, he was a little spooked.
"Okay well, put your saw away and strap in with your lanyard," he turned back towards the house's driveway, as Sapnap started to do as he said. "George! Grab your gear, you're going up!"
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Twenty minutes later, George was scrambling up to him even farther away from the trunk than Sapnap was because this tree didn't actually have any good unions for climbing. (In fact, he was surprised at how fast they managed to set another line at the correct height, considering.)
George paused when he got level with Sapnap, sitting back in his harness with his leg sticking straight out because of how his knee ascender connected to the rope.
"You okay?"
Sapnap nodded.
"We're gonna make fun of you for like, forever for this, you know?"
Sapnap nodded again. George grinned and continued climbing.
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Context: the dteam are urban arborists a little ways into a job and Sapnap was going up to do some smaller pruning cuts. In my head, Sapnap and George are mainly climbers and Dream is mainly a rigger.
Super recognizable and not niche at all I know. I did a semester in arboriculture a couple years ago which was super fun and is why my interest was piqued. I also got stuck in a tree once, but that was when I was trying out spurs on a snag and my climbing line slipped and wasn't cut. For demonstrational purposes I have seen a line under tension get cut with a handsaw, and it barely touched it, it was so fast
((Someone was asking me about the greenhouse yesterday. So))
You are not very small. Not like some of your siblings. They are not quite your siblings, but calling them not your siblings doesn't seem right either.
You are the second oldest, and the second largest. You have one of the most important jobs. You handle the channel. It can't run without you. You are not very small.
But you like to feel small sometimes, don't you? Sometimes it's too much work, your job, and you don't want to do it.
Nevermind that your job is the sole point of your existence, nevermind that it is what gives you purpose, what gives you meaning.
Sometimes you want to be small.
You go to the greenhouse. You like it because it matches you, matches your… name. How vain of you.
You hide in there, amongst the plants, amongst the leaves, amongst the green. They camouflage you, and cradle you, and whisper to you.
Sometimes a council member wanders into the greenhouse you think of as your own. You shuffle back into the branches like so many of the creepy crawlies that make this room home. You watch as they explore, keeping well out of sight.
