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Flowers take nutrients from the sun, basking in the warmth of the rays in a single spot. Without sunlight, there is nothing that is fueling the flower. Causing it to quickly wilt up and wither away in a monochromatic color scheme of greys. Of course, flowers need a few other things to grow. The right kind of soil to set down their roots in and reach deep into the ground to cling onto whatever is around them for even the slightest bit of stability. Water is just as needed for healthy growth, Sunflowers, in particular, need some water but not a lot, more relying upon the warmth of the sun to nurture them.
They require non-compacted soil with plenty of nutrients to place their roots down in. They are heavy feeders that reach down deep into the soil to stabilize themselves.
The house was not always this cold. At least not as Tommy remembered it. Before Dad and Techno had left, there was light, warmth, safety. It ran through Tommy’s veins during his childhood and fueled him. It gave him a sense of sustenance and it came in various forms
In Philza’s long hugs after a nightmare of running through the dark woods with no light guiding Tommy’s path as an unforeseen force chased behind him.
For many nights since his arrival at that house, to an age he would be embarrassed to tell, Tommy would crash open his Dad’s door (later it became Wilbur’s, but they usually wouldn’t separate when it was time to sleep so he didn’t have to worry about that as much anymore) and scrambled into bed. He’d always have to be careful of the gigantic ebony wings that blocked the path to his warmth, but those wings sometimes provided a source of comfort all on their own.
“Toms?” A groggy voice would ask, no trace of annoyance, just confusion, as a small blonde bundle crashed into the older man. Tommy clung to his father and cried, hiding his face in Philza’s cotton sleep shirt, uncaring of the dampness that began to form on the material from his That confusion quickly turned into the urge to comfort. Tommy felt himself starting to be rocked as a comforting hand moved up and down his back. He turned his face into Philza’s chest, soaking up the comforting warmth that could trounce the sun on even the sunniest days. “You’re ok, I’m here and nothing is going to get you while I’m around. If anything tries, I’ll be right there beside you” the soft whisper filled Tommy’s ears. Those wings that once were a blockage now served to provide more of the warmth that the boy craved, encompassing him and blocking out the bitter, threatening wind of the world.
The sustenance also came in the hidden smiles during spars and the fondness in the name Theseus.
It took ages to actually convince Technoblade to agree to spar with him, well to be correct, it took ages to convince Dad to allow him to spar. Though it was not with actual swords, wooden was good enough for Tommy. He had been watching Technoblade forever, copying his movements from afar, even when Technoblade sparred with Philza and Wilbur on the once in the blue moon occasion.
A couple of days went by before he could do anything, always being knocked down and then springing back up to Technoblade’s amusement. It made the eldest brother proud to see Tommy’s unbreakable resolve, in turn, it made Tommy smile. Today was different, it was after a few rounds had gone by with Tommy getting knocked down until one strike from Techno was aimed over his head. Swiftly Tommy danced to the side and parried the attack, finally catching Technoblade in a block. His own astonishment caused him to falter, allowing Technoblade to know him down with a soft sigh just as the youngest brother bounced back up like a spring.
“Techie- Look I did it! Finally! I blocked you!” Tommy panted out just as a grin broke out across his face, lighting up the world. The pinkette rolled his eyes fondly, “and yet you let your guard down afterward. Enemies will not stop after one block” Reaching out as he spoke, he gently flicked Tommy on the forehead, who let out a huff of protest in rebuttal. He crossed his arms right after and glared up at Techno, whose face had broken into a small smile, as his hand moved up from his forehead to ruffle his hair, “Good work though Theseus, think you can do it again?” He asked with a smile still on his face. The young blonde leaned into the touch, soaking in the sustenance and pride provided by the warmth of the soft touch. Quickly shifting his footing, he made a stab at Technoblade’s stomach right before tripping over his own two feet as laughter echoed above him. The sun in the sky could never compete with the warmth he got from the rare praise, soft touches, and laughter from his eldest brother.
Nutrients was provided by the comfort of soft acoustic strings and hugs after the other two sources of warmth had left their lives.
A couple of months had passed since Philza and Techno left on one of their many adventures, this time winter had fallen. The frozen chill from the outside crept in through the windows and door of the cabin, which had become duller over the last few months. Tommy had tried to cling to the dying ember, but it was quickly slipping out of existence along with his own warmth. The only thing that protected his flame like a warm cloak was what he was seated up against now. Tommy’s blonde hair peeked out from against Wilbur’s side as the arm encasing him strung away on the guitar. His brain was fighting a losing battle with eyes that kept closing before Tommy had to internally shock himself into staying awake. Not that anything would happen if he fell asleep, spending time with Wilbur was just something special to him and he wanted to make the most of it.
Each of his family members had different sorts of warmth to them. His dad’s was like a warm blanket being tucked over his shoulders at bedtime. Technoblade’s warmth was a comforting heat that was almost hot enough to burn but served to help keep you alert. Just like the coffee he used to drink every morning. Wilbur’s was different from everyone else’s. The best way Tommy could describe was like drinking a freshly made warm broth after returning inside from a deadly blizzard. The ice and frost melted away as your entire body feels to be enveloped in this warmth and safety that springs from your core. No one else’s warmth felt like that to Tommy. It provided a nourishment Tommy strived for when he was left behind with his brother.
“You know, little gremlins need their rest as well” Tommy’s ears had to strain to pick up the voice, as it flowed in a similarly comforting and soft melody as the one being strung. “I’m a big man, not a gremlin,” was mumbled in response as Tommy curled up more against his side.
Even though Wilbur could not decipher it fully, enough context was provided for him to take an educated guess as he let out a soft chuckle. Gently, he shifted himself and Tommy to lean back against the couch. The guitar laid forgotten as it rested in his lap and the arm once playing it moved to hug the younger boy closer to his side. Wilbur kissed Tommy’s forehead before dropping his own head to rest on Tommy’s with a content sigh.
The blonde let out a huff of protest but was too tired and content to truly put up a fight. Despite this, a fear still sat in the back of his mind. One day, Wilbur could leave him behind just like Technoblade and Philza had. He’d be alone. He’d be cold, so cold with an unbearable frost tracing his every step just like his own shade. That irrational manifestation of his fears was quick to be driven out by the comfort sitting beside him. That could never come to fruition. Wilbur was here now, he had promised in the past that he would never leave.
His hands were even quicker to reach up and interlock around Wilbur’s, clinging to him to hold himself upright. It felt as though letting go would crumble and demolish his remaining structure and stability. Allowing the grains of it to slip right between his fingertips just as his only remaining family may one day.
Wilbur was fast to notice it, picking up on the tightening grip that held him in place. His hand returned the almost bone-crushing grip, gluing the brothers together. “I’m here. I’m not going anywhere. It’s you and me until the end of time, sunshine.” Wilbur whispered softly into Tommy’s hair, ignoring the wild mess of pieces that tickled his face. To Tommy, those words, combined with the added touch, provided more alleviation from winter than even a forest fire could.
Unbeknownst to Tommy, Wilbur felt the same.
Sunflowers are very prone to both mold and rotting roots. Be careful with overwatering them and the impact rain drainage will have on their soil. Your planting area must be a place that will not pool water after it rains. If not, the growth of your plant will be stunted. The plant will continue to stay strong unless something external moves its roots.
Saltwater is a common and draining enemy between humans and the types of plants not meant for it. It’s even worse when they’re surrounded by it.
Tommy stands on the beach, watching the waves crash over his feet in a repetitive motion. How is it that the motion was the only constant he had each day? People always say, ‘oh the sun will rise each day.’ He couldn’t help but wonder, even though it rises, where is the warmth and the light that accompanies it? When the clouds close overhead and block out the sun, or even on the days when Tommy could bask in the bright shining rays, it still somehow always felt as if he was still sitting in a snowstorm. This seems to be one of those particular days.
Logstedshire existed, though it could only barely be pinned on a map. A few logs were placed together to make what could barely be considered a shelter. Certainly not somewhere Tommy would call his home, the true definition of that was lost to him ages ago, it was hard to tell if he ever had one.
His first day out here was a day ago.
No, no it was two! He knew it was
How long has it been? What day was it again?
The clouds had been hanging overhead ever since Dream had escorted him out of L’manburg. This was the first day that the sun had shown its face. He could see it reflecting off of the ocean like a sparkling gem. It glittered in a dazzling rainbow array that briefly speckled across his face. As he stood with a faraway look, his vision blurred, as there wasn’t a focal point in his vision. There really was nothing the boy felt like he could will himself to focus on anymore, so why should his eyes be forced to do the same?
Despite the sun shining on him, he had never felt so cold. People had visited him, sure, but what intentions did they have other than to look at him as if he was a pitiful animal in a zoo plated behind glass? He had no valuables and his days were a cycle of pointless nothingness repeating and unchanging. Gather items, have the cold chill roll in at the sight of Dream, before the only blast of warmth he would feel per day as sticks of TNT exploded down in a pit right in front of him. At first, he fled, but now he welcomed the fiery blast of heat, where being a couple of steps closer could possibly bring some salvation from his existence. The most warmth he had ever felt since he was sent into Exile was from standing at the edge of the lava pool with Dream by his side. The bitterness of the man next to him contrasting the devastating and inviting warmth of the pool bubbling below him.
You crave the warmth, feel it fill your bones and up your body, and never have to worry again. One step of faith, just take it
It seemed to call to him but was abruptly cut off by Dream rejecting the invitation for him.
Invitations were a bitterly comedic thing to think about. It made the cold seep back into the roots of his body. That had been another hope for warmth, for a bright sunny day that could warm him like no other. That planned day turned out to be another one of snowfall, causing him to wilt and try and seek out the warmth wherever it was. Even as he knew everything around him was dusted with frost.
His older brother who used to be a main source of warmth, serving a sun in his childhood, was included in this frost. Ghostbur, who he had trusted to come out of everyone invited, did not show. The little ember of warmth this version of Wilbur provided had extinguished in the cold winds that day.
Nothing was new for Tommy as he felt his body wilt, crumbling to a sitting position on the sand. The blue waters didn’t serve to carry away his sadness like he was told the color was supposed to. It only intensified it. He was no longer standing tall soaking in the sun but curled in on himself trying to conserve the nonexistent warmth provided from those who he loved and once held close.
Tall sunflowers are easily damaged by great gusts of wind. If you are looking to allow them to grow to their full height, it is recommended to plant them near a building or a structure to provide even temporary protection from the dangerous weather.
It was meant to be a tour of sorts, just to show Tubbo the Egg. (After Tommy had cleansed in the holy water of Church Prime of course) That was what Sam Nook advised them to do, and Tommy could trust his friend on that one. He could just barely see Tubbo through the plastic face sheet of the hazmat suit, it had become opaque as his best friend’s heavy breathing fogged up the glass.
Standing on the Egg was one of the oddest feelings to Tommy, certain places could provide him with either extreme warmth or coldness. The Egg just felt like neutral territory, with no temperature contrast. Others on the server spoke of feelings of fondness towards the Egg, the warm appreciation of the Egg as some sort of deity or some shit. While most spoke about it with great disdain, a chilling disposition taking over them at the very mention.
Tommy just felt like The Egg was just there, no words whispered in his mind. No blazing hatred or intense comfort, it was just a stupid egg. The main threat to them at this moment was not the oversized breakfast item, but the two wrongings who stood atop it. BadBoyHalo and Antfrost. The leader was accompanied by one of the biggest supporters of the Egg. Both with weapons drawn and staring them down with the high ground in their favor.
The obsidian walls had begun to close over the top of Tommy after Tubbo had attempted to escape. Well, it could be called an escape but it certainly did not seem anything like it. Antfrost quickly caught up to Tubbo and soon enough they were both stuck down here, trapped. Still, the dashed hope was quickly revived as a familiar robotic voice rang out.
“I AM SAM NOOK… I SHALL BE TAKING THESE CHILDREN WITH ME...THEY ARE UNDER MY PROTECTION”
When people think of a robot they usually imagine something cold, tinny, a ringing echoing voice that sometimes strains your ears. Tommy would disagree with that idea, Sam Nook’s voice and presence was the warmth of a gently roaring flame that he had not felt in ages.
An ender pearl was thrown and Tommy felt the rush of the freedom fill his gut. It felt a bit queasy, or maybe that had been the effects of teleportation. Now was not the time to worry about that though!
“Sam! Tubbo run damn it, but we have to wait for Sam!” Tommy screeched as he pushed Tubbo on through the small tunnel that made its way to the Egg. As they ran down the entryway, both boys could hear the clashing of metal weapons against armor behind them. As soon as a flicker of green came around the corner Tommy’s shoulders finally began to relax as they sprinted out.
Both boys were constantly turning their heads back to make sure their protector was not far behind. They both didn’t want to lose one of the very few who they still cared about and who cared about them in the same capacity.
The sunlight breaching their vision was accompanied by the wind ruffling their hair as they broke through the entrance. Church Prime, the holy land with its rules and sanctuary would serve as their permanent safety in this conflict. Tubbo kept taunting about how no one was following them, which of course the universe took as a challenge as soon as the words left his mouth.
The archway stood before them and both boys crossed the border and stood on the wooden path. The sun above created an uncomfortable heat, one Tommy hated.
The gateway was clear for a minute just before Sam Nook burst down the path through it, turning to face BadBoyHalo and Antfrost who had chased him. Tommy stuck out his tongue at the duo and blew a raspberry, it’s the least of what the wrongings deserved.
Both boys were shielded behind Sam Nook in a protective manner, a barrier between the people who threatened to cut down Tommy and his best friend. The duo knew what lines could not be crossed and the holy land was one of them. Turning around, they left the battle for another day. The three of them watched as the others left. At that moment, the agonizing heat of the sun was dulled into a caring warmth as an arm with recently sheathed weapons was slung over Tommy’s shoulder protectively. Sam Nook’s other side was a mirror image but with Tubbo protectively held instead of the blonde. The scene was no different than one of a mother protecting her young from predators as they stagger off defeatedly in search of their next meal.
Sunflowers are heliotropic. As buds, they grow towards the sun bending into its rays. Each season they rise to face it, welcoming its familiar and missed warmth after winter.
The cold of the blizzard outside was nothing compared to the chill that lingered over Tommy when he stood on the beach. Leaving exile had been a difficult choice, to say the least. One that Tommy couldn’t tell if he regretted as the snow began to pile up past his ankles with each sprint he took outside.
After setting up his base under his eldest brother’s house, as well as gathering his newfound treasures. (It was not stealing, it was just sharing between brothers chat). Tommy decided to test some ideas he thought of but was interrupted by getting discovered. The door to the storage room was blown up, exposing Tommy as he was in the middle of pulling another Golden Apple out of the chest.
He let out a wisp of quiet nervous laughter, “Heyyyy Technoblade,” taking cautious steps backward as Techno finally caught up to him in the snow. “What are you doing in my house, Tommy? And going through my stuff?”
“Well fucking hello to you too. I mean it’s technically my stuff now. You know, finders keepers and shit besides I’m not in your house anymore.” Fear was starting to course through his veins, worrying about how Technoblade’s reaction could escalate. What if this wasn’t any better than exile? What if he got just as angry as Dream did when he discovered him hiding his items? Would Technoblade take his anger out on him? Would he do the same thing as him? That thought caused the fear to start freezing into ice.
“Tommy, I’m not going to ask you again. What are you doing in my house?” The voice was saturated in anger and frustration. The final straw that he placed to break the camel’s back. The sound around Tommy was sucked from his ears like a vacuum cleaner, creating a soundless landscape. His vision began to blur, the world turning from a clear-cut picture into a polygon of shapes and various colors. Tommy’s brain began to crash through him like an unstoppable train, fearing what would happen from that tone as he felt his knees give out before he curled into himself on the ground. Freezing snow formed a barrier around him, the cold soaking into his bones. All he could feel was the cold and his breath burning his lungs with every harsh, quick breath.
The game was up
Would Technoblade turn him back into Dream? Or would he just finish all of it right now? Though, that would help him return back to warmth, right? The cold would never be able to touch him again and that is something that Tommy craved. The cold melted away, but the sun did not shine in the night sky. Darkness was the only sight above his head as he felt his perspective shift to a higher view. The warmth was coming from someone else, a crimson blanket radiating similar heat served as his protection to the world. Gently, Tommy moved his fingers to grip the blanket, feeling the edge he realized this was an abnormal blanket. His brain only caught up to him as he was set down on a plush surface. No longer in the darkness, but surrounded by a gentle glow. Though after a moment of being in the chair he realized the blazing furnace had left him.
After a minute of being alone with his thoughts, the warmth returned, bringing back his senses. The world becoming clear cut, colors and shapes turning into well-defined objects. Technoblade’s cape was wrapped around him, concealing him from the world, providing the small spark of warmth that had returned. In front of him kneeled the owner of the cloak. Technoblade’s brow was scrunched and his eyes were full of concern. The previous anger and frustration seemingly melted away.
“Theseus, are you back on this Earth now?” Technoblade spoke softly, the spark in him growing into a small flame. The familiar nickname brought back what he missed, what Tommy craved. All he could reply with was a nod, this drew a gentle smile from Technoblade who stood up, and began to take a step away. With an unnatural speed, Tommy’s hand reached out and became an iron shackle around Technobade’s wrist. Holding on to it with an unbreakable grip, a whimper accompanying it.
“Stay. Techie, please.”
Tommy’s voice cracked out, dry and desperately craving the water and sustenances of warmth he had been denied for so long. If Technoblade left, would he even return or would the anger keep him away? It was a risk that Tommy was unable to even chance.
Technoblade let out a gentle sigh as if the slightest sound would shatter the fragile shell of his baby brother sitting in front of him. The old nickname signaled the gravity of the situation, and Techno was sure in the future someone would pay for putting Tommy in the state he was in, but not today. Someone else was more important than anything in the world. Thankfully the chair was oversized, allowing enough room for two people on it.
“Alright, Thesus scootch over, come on. You need a heater and I didn’t have time to light the fire anyways,” Tommy moved over slightly as his brother sat down next to him. Technoblade moved him up against his side, as the younger snuggled against him without protest. The cape wrapped around his shoulders and was still resting over the front of him. A protective layer, something Techno knew that if Tommy in the past had seen the position he was in now would be unthinkable.
The blonde’s head dropped onto Technoblade’s shoulder, the weight of the evening and the past couple of weeks finally collapsing on him as tears leaked down his face. The freezing adrenaline in his veins was finally subsiding and melting the barrier between his mind and his emotions. He knew Technoblade was never the best with emotional comfort but his warmth brought Tommy back to reality, to the present moment, to safety that was next to him. The Blade, his eldest brother who could not be beaten by any challenge. It almost transported him back to his childhood when the most warmth coursed through his body.
“It’s late, kid, get some sleep. I’ll be here in the morning.” A hand was running through Tommy’s hair. For now, though Technoblade’s warmth kept him in the present, he agreed that sleep seemed the best idea for now.
Being tasked with getting the most cobblestone was something that Tommy could do. Wilbur had returned, but his warmth was different the first time Tommy saw him again. It was not a filling warmth from Tommy’s core but a scorching pyroclastic flow with Wilbur as the epicenter. It was a complete contrast to what he had remembered, even an antithesis to the small ember that Ghostbur served as. His confusions slowly began to bleed into hurt before he let it dissolve from his mind, as he does with anything that relates to pain.
This was how he could regain that warmth, Wilbur’s smile and voice laced with fondness soaked into Tommy’s core and began to form the start of what he craved. His brother’s smiling color-saturated face was one he had wished to see for ages. Now it was directed to him again.
“Think you can do that for me, Toms? It is an extraneous task, but one I need someone I trust the most to complete.” Wilbur questioned him with a raised eyebrow. Tommy’s head bobbled back and forth in a nod the instant the question was posed to him. “Of course, I’m the biggest man around aren’t I? I can help build our fucking headquarters.” A place where they could feel safe, that was what Wilbur had said it would be. Who was he not to trust his brother?
Though there was a lot in his history to warn him against trusting anyone he had called family
Wilbur was right, they have not been able to feel safe in a long time. At least Tommy never had felt any safety that was lasting. The last time he felt safe for an extended period was with Wilbur, alone together in that secluded cabin. When the terrors of the outside world were just fuel for his father and brother’s stories. It could be a change for the good because even now, Tommy didn’t have much. His world had entirely shifted once again, his only constant was the uplifting of whatever roots he hurriedly placed down. He nodded towards Wilbur one final time, with his smile being a mirror image of the one providing him his newest source of warmth.
“Of course, a place of safety just like the old times. Though a new guitar is something I will need to continue the legacy.” There was a pause as Wilbur was lost in thought, his eyes became glassy as if there was a movie premiering exclusively for him being played right now in front of his very eyes.
“Don’t you remember? It’s you and me until the end of time, sunshine” Wilbur reached out and ruffled Tommy’s hair. A soft hand with the lingering scent of smoke combing through his hair gently before ruffling it, the present conflicting with the memory of the same action being done with calloused fingers that lingered with the smell of a recently cooked meal, then with the memory of a bandaged wrapped hand that faintly smelled of gunpowder. It was a small familiar movement that comforted Tommy as if he was a newly born baby being rocked.
The nickname that had not warmed his core in ages graced his ears and caused tears to spring to his eyes, ones that he would later deny. If a moment could be freeze-framed in time and lived forever on loop this was the one Tommy would wish for. The warmth of Wilbur filling him from his core as he turned towards the familiar gentle touch as a dying plant would to the last fractile of light before sunset.
Taller species of sunflowers require a solid support structure to be able to grow. Bamboo stakes serve to assist the flower in flourishing and standing to its full height.
Snowchester was becoming one of Tommy’s favorite places to visit, though he rarely left from those visits. Even if it was a bit of a journey and the temperature was not one he was the fondest of. Just like the tundra biome had provided him with a warmth, though this one stemmed from multiple sources instead of a singular roaring source.
Michael sat in his lap with Tommy’s chin resting on top of his head. The kid was like a miniature furnace, that must be what all netherborn creatures are like. Though Tommy would not know if that was completely true.
Two old war hats rested by their sides. Beat up tri-folds that were meant for people bigger than the toddler. When Michael’s was worn on his head it shielded his eyes, but the piglin requested to wear his ever since he saw a picture of Tubbo and Tommy wearing them during the war. Tommy had to dig up his from somewhere. Did you just expect him to make the little man upset? He was not heartless, thank you very much.
Loud babbling filled Tommy’s ears as Michael spoke enthusiastically about his new truck that Tommy had just bought him. It was a bit difficult for Tommy to understand Michael because he was just learning to speak common, and his tusks presented an issue in speaking. The blonde felt himself nodding along and asking questions when he could as the toy truck drove over his bent legs, doing all sorts of flips from Tommy’s legs to Michael’s, quite the jump when looking at the size difference. Both of them were waiting for dinner to be served. Ranboo had insisted on cooking and Tubbo did not trust his husband within an inch of the kitchen cooking anything other than spaghetti.
“The truck is pretty poggers isn’t it Big M?” Tommy asked, leaning his head around to meet Michael’s eyes, patting down some fluffy pink hair as a single blue eye peered back up at him. “Podgers!” was the response cheered back at him from the toddler. A cackle of laughter erupted from Tommy’s lips, “Look at you, taking my great word inventions and making them even better. Pretty Podgechamp King'' He smiled as Michael just giggled and beamed back at him. The mission of teaching his nephew the great language of Big Man TommyInnIt would continue it seems.
There was a call from the kitchen for dinner and Tommy was thankful to not find scorched bits in his food. Tubbo and Ranboo helped balance each other out in the kitchen, one keeping the other from burning the food to a crisp while the other kept one from putting random bits of spaghetti in the nonpasta food.
The quartet retired to Michael’s bedroom after dinner. The Piglin insisted that Boo, Bee, and Mommy, as he called Tommy (his name was a difficult word to say for the toddler) hang out with him upstairs.
After the bed arrangements were made a quiet settled over the house. Tommy felt his entire body relax as he waited for everyone around him to fall asleep. Contentment was what kept Tommy awake. He was squished in between his two best friends with Ranboo’s tail resting against his back to wrap around him and Tubbo. Michael once again sat on his lap but was now leaned against his chest, dressed in a fuzzy blue sheep onesie peacefully sleeping. Occasionally, Tommy felt little hooves kick against his legs as the sweet dreams Michael had begun to breach the surface of reality. One of Tubbo’s arms was wrapped in front of Michael while his curly hair brushed against Tommy’s neck as his shoulder became prime pillow real estate for the goat hybrid’s head. The blonde was just thankful to not be getting poked by horns this time. Ranboo kept his chin rested on top of Tommy’s head, a soft purr rumbling from his chest, and his arm was draped over Tommy’s front with Ranboo’s fingers barely intertwining with Tubbo’s.
The small family was asleep except for Tommy. He was mostly savoring the moment of warmth he was entrapped in. Michael’s ember of warmth that would continue to grow. Ranboo’s constant gentle hum of warmth had been an ever-constant companion during some of Tommy’s coldest days. Then there was Tubbo’s warmth. One that took residence in some of his oldest memories. A great explosion of warmth that once dropped settled in a person and never seemed to leave or burn out. Tubbo’s warmth always felt like it was a part of him that could never be wiped away, though it had been frosted over during exile it still was a constant companion. If this moment, this warmth was lost Tommy could only think he would crumble and cease to exist.
He was brought out of his thoughts by a hand reaching to grab his, giving it a gentle squeeze. Tubbo’s sleep-heavy eyes looked up at him, but they were still filled with a familiar concern.
“Sleep isn’t for the weak. So get some boss man.” Tubbo mumbled before shutting his eyes again with sleep reaching out and bringing it back under its grasp.
Tommy watched blankly for a second before all he could do was let out a quiet laugh. Leaning his head on top of Tubbo’s, it turned their cuddle pile into a platonic stacking tower. His oldest friend’s hand still clung to his tightly. Tommy squeezed it before shutting his eyes, falling asleep with a warmth he had not felt since before he could remember.
Despite all the information and technicalities mentioned in the guide above, there is one important fact to remember when creating a garden for these beautiful flowers.
Sunflowers are one of the most resilient flowers that can be grown in a garden.
Every year they will thrive and rebloom against the worst heat, no matter the number of pests that attack them, and through the driest of seasons.
They will always continue to stand tall.