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@pridefulplantera.bsky.social
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Mother of @stoic-in-silence.bsky.social and wife of @toastytyrant.bsky.social ! !
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pridefulplantera.bsky.social
++ life, Ben.

[She runs her hands down her sides, stopping at her hips.]

I'm absolutely SHOCKED that you seem to forget that people like me are full of surprises.

[OH GOD SHE KNOWS.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[She lets out an offended grunt, hair returning to normal.]

Why, I shed my first body right before your eyes, don't you remember? [She pokes the side of his temple with a finger, before looking him right in the eyes.]

You're the one who made this ring to bring this beastly and sexy form to ++
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ He is… stunned. His piercing amber gaze looks her up and down. Twice. ]

You’re telling me you can achieve something beyond this?

How could you possibly know? You’ve never transformed.

[ Gobsmacked might be the right word. Also: definitely turned on. ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[She looks to her husband, hair rearing up, but she looks-- not angry. In fact, she looks rather pleased with herself. She lets out a little devilish snicker.]

You think THIS is my final form? Pah. A foolish underestimation of me, Benjamin. I can get even stronger~
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[She looks to her husband, hair rearing up, but she looks-- not angry. In fact, she looks rather pleased with herself. She lets out a little devilish snicker.]

You think THIS is my final form? Pah. A foolish underestimation of me, Benjamin. I can get even stronger~
toastytyrant.bsky.social
back to work until her words click. ]

… What do you mean, you need more energy?

You’re already more powerful than I ever could have hope— I mean… imagined.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Working in her greenhouse again.]

Ahh, once you are perfect, the kids next door will not stand a chance, my precious petunias....

[A wicked cackle escapes, reverberating through the area like a maddened witch's laugh, and what a perfect way to describe this new being... a madness-stricken witch.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
. . . Then, I apologize for assuming. [It sounds genuine...kinda. Knowing what the ring has done to her, it must be hard for this Gloriosa to be genuine these days.]

And they WILL be afraid of us. All I need is a little bit more energy.

[What the fuck does she mean by that.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
I’m not angry over your reaction! It’s your assumption, and the fact that you voiced that assumption in front of them!

I don’t need you to be afraid of me. I need them to be afraid of US.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[She turns as the fire wall erupts upward.]

Let me be clear, I'm sorry for accusing you, but I'm NOT sorry for going mental about it. Also, let me make something else very clear.

[She towers over him, and utters a phrase.]

I am NOT afraid of you.
toastytyrant.bsky.social
his intention to stop her in her tracks. ]

I don’t appreciate being accused of things.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[She stares at it, hair going down, and vines retracting.]

. . . I'm not sorry. The book shouldn't have been taken in the first place.

[She grunts, before running down the stairs to make sure everything was in tact.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
You mean THAT ONE?

[ Jerking his head in the direction of it, since he can’t use his arms. ]

Dearest, it’s right there. Will you calm down? Whoever took it clearly recognized the danger they were in.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
THE COOKBOOK, BEN. WHERE IS MY FAMILY'S COOKBOOK.

[She'd hiss, dragging him to the hallway. You see it near a busted window, so... there is an out to this situation.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
THE COOKBOOK, BEN. WHERE IS MY FAMILY'S COOKBOOK.

[She'd hiss, dragging him to the hallway. You see it near a busted window, so... there is an out to this situation.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ Just barely resisting the instinct to singe those vines. He can’t exacerbate the situation, so he “lets” himself be caught and dragged. ]

You have to tell me what you’re talking about!
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Door is busted open by vines, the plants in this study shudder, and he's grabbed by the planty tendrils.]

BEN. WHERE IS IT!?

[Beginning to drag.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Door is busted open by vines, the plants in this study shudder, and he's grabbed by the planty tendrils.]

BEN. WHERE IS IT!?

[Beginning to drag.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ He didn’t do anything wrong, but the sound of her footsteps running up those stairs is enough to strike the fear of god into anyone.

Hell, and there isn’t enough room for him under the desk. Stupid kids. ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[LIFTING THE REFRIGERATOR TO FIND WHAT SHE'S LOOKING FOR. DOES NOT FIND IT. SLAMS IT DOWN.]

....OH.

[She realizes Ben might know where it is. Or worse yet, HE took it. SHE GOES INTO A FULL SPRINT UP THE STAIRS.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[LIFTING THE REFRIGERATOR TO FIND WHAT SHE'S LOOKING FOR. DOES NOT FIND IT. SLAMS IT DOWN.]

....OH.

[She realizes Ben might know where it is. Or worse yet, HE took it. SHE GOES INTO A FULL SPRINT UP THE STAIRS.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ God, the foundation is shaking.

… Locks the door. Like that will do anything at all. ]

Mother’s having a moment. We’ll stay out of her way, children.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Pterodactyl-esque screech.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ Discussing Evil Matters with the children, pausing mid-sentence as they listen to screaming and the kitchen being torn apart.

… Very quietly shutting the door to his office. They’ll be in here… NOT hiding from their wife/mother. Definitely not hiding. ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Tearing the kitchen apart in a rage.]

WHERE IS IT!?

[She howls angrily, vines lashing and splitting in rage.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Sigh. She supposes that IS important. But, maybe herd them all into a giant cannon and shoot them into space with no protective gear next time.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ In hindsight, yes, she has a point. But it was less about tastiness and more about destroying beastly brats.

And doing so ✨dramatically✨ ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Ben, use your brain. Kids are disgusting, why would you use them as baking ingredients?]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Ben, use your brain. Kids are disgusting, why would you use them as baking ingredients?]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ Why is murder wrong?

He’s combined it with his second favorite thing: baking!

Remember when he was going to use children as the ingredients to his children’s cake? ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Feeding her plants water, new fertilizer, and a bunch of raw cuts of meat. Oh man. . . she's really going deep with this child eating plant thing.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[. . . Sighs, as she reaches into the refrigerator behind several containers, deeeeep in there, and pulls out the most beautiful looking layer cake. Chocolate, strawberries... cuts him a slice, and hands the plate to him. The look on her face says "you owe me".]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ He’s not relying on anything! He merely gets the sense he’s being deceived in some way.

Honestly, who and what could ever compare to her baking? Truly.

… That being said—will she indulge him? ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[As if he needs to rely on outsider's sweets when he has the world's BEST baker as his wife. Scoff. Offended.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
Ha! As if her amateurish and scuffed baking would be as good as mine! Nyohohoho!
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[As if he needs to rely on outsider's sweets when he has the world's BEST baker as his wife. Scoff. Offended.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ 💭 Why do I get the feeling someone is hiding something sugary and delicious from me… in my own house? ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Once they're on, she practicing walking in them, and oooooh.. they feel PERFECT for what she's acquired them for. She walks into the foyer, posing like the dramatic bitch she is.]

Hello, dear. Notice anything different~?
toastytyrant.bsky.social
[ 👀 Well? Come show him. ]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Oh, the new boots she bought came in the mail. . .! She's excitedly running to the door to grab the package from the deliveryman and slamming the door in his face before running off to try them on~]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Oh, the new boots she bought came in the mail. . .! She's excitedly running to the door to grab the package from the deliveryman and slamming the door in his face before running off to try them on~]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
. . . I smell fresh blood from our loathesome neighbors. Hmm.
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Singing for her plants to make them grow, twirling vines gently around her finger as they slowly bloom.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[Plotting her evil scheme in more detail, a plate of her famous cookies in her lap. . . brain food.]
pridefulplantera.bsky.social
[A color rises to her cheeks at the insinuation that he's /proud/ of her.]

You may have failed before, but every dog has it's day, as they say. This little seedling of an idea shall bloom quick and harshly, destroying all in its wake~!

[She grins, before planting a kiss on his forehead.]
toastytyrant.bsky.social
forward, effectively minimizing the distance between them. ]

This makes me 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙙.