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✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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IVY WAS AS CAREFUL AND PRECIOUS AS SHE WAS WITH ANY PLANT , but she suspected that sam was watching her closely .  Not in the way that men usually watch her closely , but rather because these plants clearly meant a lot to him .  She could understand that , could understand wanting to have something that reminded you of home in a town like this .  She respected that , among many other things she respected in Sam .  ❝ They’re very beautiful .  Are all the plants on your home world this beautiful ? ❞  It was probably a bad question , seeing as Ivy considered all plants beautiful .  But she was curious what he thought of them all .  Especially since she trusted him to see the beauty in plants as well .

THERE WERE A FEW THINGS IVY WANTED TO TRY .  modifying clay with different nutrients was the top of her list .  Adding crushed bones , different compost materials , even putting them with different plants that might give them the nutrients they needed .  ❝ Obviously I’ll be careful .  If you don’t mind , I’ll take a few cuttings from these ones and regrow them , that way you can still have these ones that you maintain and we don’t risk the fully grown ones . ❞

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These plants meant more to Sam than he fully understood. Of course, he loved everything in his shop whether it was from Middle Earth or not, but this was different somehow. He knew in his heart that it was important to him. 

“I think they are. Maybe not as gorgeous as these are meant to be, but quite beautiful indeed. The soil there seems to be richer than most anything here. These are from the most beautiful lands on the east continent of Arda. They’re called—“ he broke off, the name of them dancing on the tip of his tongue, but not coming to him. He looked a little confused when this happened. After another two attempts, he shook his head in dismissal. “That sounds like a good idea. I really appreciate your help, Miss Ivy.”

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✧･ﾟ　  ┊　  ┊　  ┊  DEAN && YENNEFER

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DEAN NODDED, TAKING IN HER WORDS.  the idea of instinct magic always scared him, even though it had existed in his world too.  The only time he’d felt at home with it was the brief time he’d worked with Ollivander at the wand shop before he’d left town.  Carving while imbuing magic into the wands had been a relief, not something scary.  He walked over to one of the displays, eyes roving over it.  ❝ I’m not quite sure what I’m looking for exactly.  The focus of the piece overall is different forms of magic.  Wand work, runes, plant work, potions, the likes. ❞

HE HESTITATED AS HE GAZED OVER A CLEAR-ISH LOOKING CRYSTAL before moving past it.  ❝ I suppose I want to find something fairly neutral since I’ll be incorporating other bits of magic as well.  All of it will be fairly neutral. ❞  He’d hate if he put it all together and it exploded, especially if it was around kids.  ❝ If I’m being honest, this is all new to me.  These magic types, but also working in three-dimensional art. ❞

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Circling the displays, Yennefer took a mental note of a few things that fit his criteria. Things like this were child’s play to her. This job was exceedingly less challenging than the one she had before. Despite that, she still worked to do her best, fake customer service grin and all. The last thing she needed on her plate right now was her boss telling her off for messing something up.

“Perfectly understandable. Some of it is quite new to me as well. I’m not exactly from around here. And who would I be to disrupt someone’s creative vision?” she settled on two stones, and held them in her hands, extending her arms so that he could see better. “Black tourmaline on the left. Its grounding, relatively neutral, and shouldn’t interfere with anything. On the right, red jasper, which should help with creativity and the like-- if you're one to believe in things like that. And there on the shelf are clear quartz and selenite, quite basic, but excellent at amplifying any other sort of magic you have going.”

wickedpotions​:

✧･ﾟ　IVY  ft.  samwise

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HE TOOK IT WELL , FOR SOMEONE NOT FROM GOTHAM .  ivy had learned to expect revolt when someone from not gotham learned who she was .  It was quite fun most of the time , watching the horror spread across their face that told her that they KNEW she could kill them with a simple flick .  Samwise did none of this , and part of her was glad .  She didn’t want to have to kill him because he was too scared of her .

  ❝ TALK IS THE BEST WORD FOR IT .  i commune with them .  It isn’t like how you and I speak to one another , but a different way of communicating all together .  I understand them , they understand me .  I suppose the human word for it would be closer to telepathy that verbal communication . ❞   She stroked her fingers along the leaves of the flowers , then down to the soil beneath them .  She pressed outwards , trying to understand .

  ❝ THESE PLANTS AREN’T FROM EARTH .  i assume they’re from your home ?  I’m struggling to fully understand what they’re trying to tell me . ❞  She hummed , trying to distinguish what she was getting from the plants .  ❝ It’s something that is in your soil back at home .  Something similar to clay , but not quite .  I can try to create a couple prototypes we can test in small batches , if you would like . ❞

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Nodding, Sam attempted to fully grasp the concept of mentally speaking to a plant. It wasn’t the most outlandish thing he had ever heard, but it was certainly a strange thing. For the most part, he understood, and figured if any more questions popped up he was more confident in asking them now. 

He watched her hand move along the plant with a slight touch of nerves. Sam wasn’t usually so skittish, but these flowers meant much to him. 

“They are from my home. Or not from my home exactly, but my homeworld.” She had guessed that they were for him, and not a customer, but Sam didn’t really mind it. He didn’t know why it made him feel so nervous to have said it to begin with. 

The beautiful little star flowers came from Lothlorien, the land of the Elves. Not just any Elves, either, but the land of the fair Lady Galadriel. He had taken an extraordinary liking to them in his brief stay in the White Wood. They could thrive in many conditions, but it seemed they needed more help in this place. “I don’t know the soil differences. We don’t have Earth level science there, but that does make sense now that I think about it. I’d be very thankful if you did, Miss Ivy.”

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Jenny was enjoying the outing to the school for the most part, but it also felt a little pointless. They weren’t going to learn anything new about the mysteries of the research center by accompanying them on an educational trip, except for how they twisted and trimmed (only their most innocent) research into easy, bitesize chunks for children to understand.

It was fun though, talking to the kids, encouraging their curious minds and telling them that they should get involved in science. With the first group of students finished, and the second group not for another hour, Jenny retreated to the break room for a breather. They had been looking through the tray of teas, almost about to select the green one, when they heard the curling haired woman telling them to choose the blue.

Jenny plucked it out of the tray and turned to give her a grin. 

“Thanks, I appreciate it,” she said, dropping the tea bag into a mug and pouring hot water from the kettle over it. “I’m Jenny, with the research center. I’m guessing you’re faculty at this prestigious learning establishment?”

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River waved a hand in a ‘don’t mention it’ fashion, and smiled at her. She was happy to save anyone (except the very annoying art teacher) the pain of that very nasty excuse for tea. The comment on the prestige of the school made her have to stifle a laugh.

“I wouldn’t go that far, but yes I am. River Song, and I teach year eight history and advanced history. Pleasure to meet you Jenny. Everyone seems to be buzzing about your little demonstration already… though, that could just be because the students get to escape class for half the day.” She paused, setting her pen down, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to be rude. I just meant that it's to be expected from teenagers. I’m sure it's a lovely presentation.” She hadn’t had the time to watch the first presentation due to her large stack of papers.

⌘River & Bill Potts⌘

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It wasn't her first stop into the shop. It was far from being her last. The initial draw she had felt to the place had amplified, not calmed, when she had first gone in. And there was that man— the Doctor. River needed to know more about him. 

She supposed that's why she had gone in that day. It was a quiet Tuesday afternoon, and she had just gotten off work. Looking around the room that was slowly becoming more familiar to her, River attempted to find the man she had met a few days before. 

Instead of a man, she found the person working was a young woman. Odd. He hadn’t mentioned anything else about other workers... had he? The way the Doctor had phrased it nearly made it sound like he ran the place on his own… or maybe she had been too fixated on him to have paid attention to everything he was saying. 

“Erm, hello,” it was too late to back out and pretend as if she hadn't been there, so she spoke to the girl who had approached her. “Sorry, I was just… looking for someone.”

OLIVER JACKSON-COHEN in SURFACE (2022)

⌘Samwise & Sirius⌘

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Don’t get him wrong, Samwise loved his job. There were few things that he could think of that would suit him better. The satisfaction of creating something great and lively from a tiny seed was immense. It brought him back to better times— back to the days of curiously watching his father work on the kitchen table when he was a lad. 

Of course, there were some days where his job was exhausting. Whether it be from problem customers, or a ruined tray of products, or an experiment ending in failure (as it had been today). 

So, Sam did what he always did when he had a long day; he went to the local pub. The White Rabbit was a nice place to unwind. It was no Green Dragon, or even Golden Perch, but it was the closest he would be able to get. Making his way up to the bar, he sat down with a sigh. With a tired smile, he met the eyes of the nearest bartender, “Evening to you.”

endlxssnights​:

|   ⚜   |   C. & YENNEFER WILCZYNSKI   |   ⚜   |

Things should be fine. Geralt remembered her, was close to remembering Yennefer, remembered Uncle Jaskier. She should be okay. The withdrawal-like aches in her chest would not leave her. Ciri had only felt like this once, in the few days between arriving at Kaer Mohren and starting training. As if her body was protesting the lack of adrenaline and grief that had been coursing through her system ever since she watched her grandmother fall from the tower.

Ciri let herself in through the front door, readying an explanation for her shaking hands (trained too much, ask Ben or Jesus or even Poe and they would back her up). The explanation and bone-deep exhaustion seemed to leave her as a furry, color-changing creature wound around her legs.

“We have a… cat now?” Ciri spoke more out of confusion than directly to her mother.

It certainly looked like a cat- if she didn’t concentrate too hard or look directly at it- but things here always hid behind masks.

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He had nearly sent her skidding across the pavement. One moment Yennefer was walking home from work, and the next a streak of dark fur was scrambling across the sidewalk beneath her feet. 

She had learned of the sudden appearance of the animals a few hours previously from a coworker when she had gone into work, so she knew exactly what it was that had crossed her path. Yennefer steadied herself, eyes fixed on the animal as it bobbed and weaved around her feet. Two minutes later, the scary mage lady could be seen carrying home a (very cute) ball of fur.  

She hadn’t owned a cat before. By the time she was stable enough to (the first time around), she was living in Vengerberg with Geralt. Cats notoriously don’t like Witchers, no matter how fond they were of mages, so Yennefer didn’t even attempt to lure one in to stick around. After that breif time, she had been on the move too much to give it a second thought.

Yennefer hoped Ciri would be as happy with the little addition as she was. She figured the pair of them could use something like this with the recent stress they had been through. 

“Ciri,” Yenner smiled as she came into the front room from the kitchen, a soft and loving greeting. “Ah, yes, I see you’ve met Kotek. Isn't he sweet? He looked like he needed a good home, and I’ve been wanting one, so here he is.”

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“Ah I am sorry about that. I’m Zelda. It’s a pleasure to meet you” the brunette said and smiled softly as they looked at him. He seemed to be a sweetheart and that was a nice change compared to some of the people she had ran into in recent days. People who just assumed that they could stop her just because she worked as a model. It was disheartening, truth be told. 

“And holding onto your arm would be nice. Once again thank you so much for being so kind” hooking their arms around his, Zelda took a deep breath in order to make her spinning head somewhat stable. 

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“Well, its nice to meet you as well,” Sam grinned back at her as they began to walk up the street. He liked them already. In all honesty, he couldn’t fathom the idea of people swarming him in the street like that. What Hobbit would? He would rather stay hidden away indoors forever than have to face that regularly.  “Ah don’t mention it, I’m glad to help.” Not wanting to intrude, but still curious, he asked the most prominent question in his mind, “So you have to deal with things like that often? How do you manage it?”

In order to help maintain her balance, he didn’t walk too fast. It took a bit of concentration as he had always had the nasty habit of stumbling over his own feet. As they approached the café, Sam opened the door to let them in first.