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FLORIGRAPHY : THE LANGUAGE OF FLOWERS

the many lives of cezera . ( THE VISIONARY )

ORANGE CARNATIONS , ENERGY ENTHUSIASM AND FASCINATION 🏆 formula one dr

they wear the smell of rubber and motor oil like a second skin and set fashion trends while grocery shopping. even on the tracks, adrenaline rushing through their veins from the screech of tires and the cheer in their ears, they look beyond at the horizon. fans would say the era of them was one of nostalgia long before they ever thought of stepping on the gas pedal for the last time .

PURPLE CLEMANTIS , ASPIRATION REACHING FOR THE STARS AND HARMONY 🎨 home dr

an artist living in a idyllic city on the mediterranean coast, painting for curated art galleries made by pretentious art history students and socialites and illustrations hidden in the pages of children books. days spent soaking up the sun; swimming far out and into hidden caves in the clear water and in a room of scrapped paintings and paint splatters. a mystery wrapped in lace and paint to the wider world and a dreamy person with a sunshine smile to those who i love.

FERN , MAGIC FASCINATION SINCERITY AND CONFIDENCE 🪄 hogwarts dr

the ollivander families’ first and only child of the main branch. they spent their childhood rolling in dirt, painting their shelves and running with the wild rabbits out back and they spend their time in hogwarts sneaking in to see the hippogriffs, gossiping way too much with the paintings on the wall and creating a little mischief with their best friends .

DAHLIA , ELEGANCE DIGNITY ABUNDANCE INSTABILITY 🎵 fangirl / nepo baby dr

the world’s ( least ) favourite nepo baby get’s cut of by their parents — apparently, their a “leach on society”, or something — except, instead of learning the intended lesson they do everything the same way they but with slightly less dignity. living off refrigerated champagne glasses from their new apartment then leach off whatever rich person decides to give them the time of day and use their money to buy concert tickets. number one and most dedicated fan to their favourites and also the tabloids new favourite headline .

honourable mentions …. og youtuber …. urban fantasy …. fey …. baldurs gate 3 …. wildlife vlogger …. summer romance …. tcoptp …. (dnd) podcaster

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so so cool constantly stunned by your talent !!

THE MAGICIAN. “tapping into one’s potential”

lost boys dr : the siren of the underworld - diary entry

In my long, nearly eighty years of existence. I’ve lived long enough to spill few secrets of my existence. You are a very lucky diary for I shall tell you some of those secrets I’ve learned.

Firstly, it was confusing having to adjust to that sudden change after being sick for so long. I was stronger, healthier and able to hear everything so clearly. It was all fun and games until I felt my body die all around me. I shudder to think about it, it was such a horrendous experience. Yet the fact I am still walking is…oddly comforting. The sensation of dying twice a night…I’ll never forget. It’s a tragic memory burned into my brain, haunting me when I least expect it. Occasionally my dreams are plagued with those memories. What horrible dreams. And diary you must ask yourself, did you truly adjust that quickly? If I am honest, no. I did not adjust quick. I had been a dying woman, suddenly all fine. I had to pretend my illness was cured overnight, while I know many others did not share the same fate. I must admit, I hate living with such guilt. That many others who had tuberculosis did not get the luxury to live.

Masquerading around my siblings was one of the most challenging things in my life I’ve ever done. Having to lie about everything, it hurt me from within. How does one explain vampirism without snitching on oneself? They saw that I was well, able to breathe freely. Pale face suddenly looking healthy. My body weight returned to normal and my ever superstitious mother closed a blind eye on her hatred for vampires. Despite working with them. I guess that part of them sensed that I was something other now. Something powerful. Something dead, but not quite alive either.

Secondly. Having to adjust to a sudden amount of strength I did not know I was able to posses, was not easy. I felt as if I could beat Heracles, outrun Atlanta and somehow woo Penelope of Ithica. I broke doors on multiple occasions while slamming them shut. Me and Maria often competed against another on who could outrun who. My hearing had been bad, so it suddenly being very good was…a very interesting change. I remember vividly laying awake in my coffin until the sunrise, listening to the chirping of the birds. I felt like a gleeful child who disobeyed her mother for the first time in her life. I felt stronger than ever, but yet I did not dare to do anything foolish. I know the sun would hurt me, possibly kill me. I didn’t dare challenge it. Even now I am superstitious. I know I am able to walk into sunlight without repercussions, yet the fleeting thought of what if haunts me.

Thirdly. Power is something that comes with time, expect strength and speed, good hearing and good eyesight. That’s a given at “birth”. Cordelia had to train us all individually for the other powers. Maria for example is an excellent mind reader, serves gossip purposes or getting us into safety. Briana can very easily channel the gift of hypnosis, occasionally she likes to peak into my dreams. She doesn’t like the ruined city I dream off, but thinks it’s fascinating. I like all of those gifts, practiced them very hardly and consistently. I believe myself to be skilled at them. I have it the easiest of us to turn into a bat. Oh yes, the stereotypical thing associated with vampires was a gift within our strain. As Cordelia had explained. Her maker had been turned by Mylitta: an ancient one who is part of the Council. I think highly of her: thought highly of them all, as they embody the power of a female vampire quite well.

What I have noticed from our kind…is that our eyes are different. It’s a pale purple, the same color as crushed lavender. While looking into the eyes of the likes of Louis, Armand and the Parisian Coven…their eyes are rather vivid in color. They look disturbingly inhuman. It still unsettles me til this day, even when I meet the eye of Claudia. Some vampires look demonic when they drink blood, apparently their ancient one had been cursed by a demon which explains the face while they drink. Our appearance does not change, expect the fangs that grow. The differences between us all fascinates me. Our eyes are yet to open to all the similarities between us, Cordelia says.

And of course, the allure. It’s bad…well not bad bad. Cordelia best described it as a…magnetic attraction, people found it hard to say no. Irresistible! That’s the word. It makes it easier for us to attract prey. For me it’s a burden since I don’t want to deal with that type of attention, but it comes in handy when I am very hungry. We actually like to gossip over the type of people we attract. It’s different for all of us. Artistic and socially awkward people tend to be drawn in by my presence. Occasionally I find someone who matches my sarcasm, which makes me very happy. I like a good challenge.

Apparently Mylitta only turns women, and only very few. The ones she deems worthy. She turns intelligent people and it was a rule she strictly imposed on her fledglings. I suppose she is happy that Cordelia has made three good choices. But if I am not mistaken, she is quite disappointed that I am a pacifist. I hate hurting others and I never kill a victim. They have a life as much as I have. That mindset has caused some debate within the Council but it had been argued I didn’t put us at risk, as I lulled them to sleep and drank from them, left them alive. That’s where I get my nicknames from, I think it to be very silly. They expected me to take offense? I am aware of my voice and that’s the reason why I am a singer to begin with. I wouldn’t dare to waste such talent. And I wouldn’t dare to kill a man who still has a family, or a woman who is going through a lot. Criminals though...

Something that always irked me was that I remained forever nineteen in appearance. I didn’t have the misfortune akin to Claudia in having been turned at the age of fourteen. I’ve watched my family grow old and grey, while I still remained young. What made me turn four of my siblings was pity: both of my younger brothers, who I was closest to, were at war in Europe and I was lucky enough to have been there. My two sisters had been ill, too. Waverly Hills is a name that won’t leave our lips.

As for weaknesses, I still have to try being staked and beheaded. I’ve explored the typical weaknesses attributed to vampires and I’ve discovered that: Crosses and holy water seemingly don’t work on me, as it doesn’t align with my faith. Though it affects plenty other vampires I’ve encountered, many in the council are subjected to torment when crosses are involved. In my human life, I enjoyed garlic. It was often used in my mother’s cooking, as she used to cook a lot of greek meals. I was whole heartedly disappointed when I learned I couldn’t eat garlic anymore. When I eat the occasional meal containing garlic, I have to ask the cook for supplements. I am unable to enter a home without permission, it is a bother on occasions. Especially when I want to visit the spirits of my family. Silver is harmful. It wasn’t a loss towards me, I hated the color and gold was my preferred choice for jewelry. Yet whenever I handle my father’s old gun that has silver detailing, I am forced to wear gloves. A vampire lady needs to protect herself from rouge vampires and werewolves, the occasional skinwalker too.

Anyway my dearest diary, this is it. I am now leaving, since a certain blonde-ferret-man who refers himself as my twin has entered the house and is ready to watch the Princess Bride with me. Farewell.

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your theme is so cute omg!! I literally LOVE ittt!!!!!!

thank you lovely <333 i love your alice in wonderland theme it’s so cute!! one of my fave movies tbh !

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THE MAGICIAN ᱖ THE SONGS OF A FAILED STAR .

my discography in my urban fantasy dr

« tapping into ones full potential »

I . EP / CHERRY SYNTHETICS .

track one . heaven or las vegas cocteau twins

track two . save a prayer duran duran

track three . eyes without a face billy joel

track four . ursa major space station catherine wheel

….. mostly written through bursts of inspiration after collage classes , watching the blinking lights from my dingy apartment and wishing for something more.

II . EP / OF MY EYE .

track one . be my angel mazzy star

track two . iris the goo goo dolls

track three . two of hearts stacey q

track four . she won’t go away faye webster

track five . i melt with you modern english

….. written after nights in bars, hand in hand and after kisses that aren’t talked about when sober .

III . EP / CRIMES OF PASSION .

track one . gallowdance lebanon hanover

track two . shake the disease depeche mode

track three . angel massive attack

track four . tear you apart she wants revenge

track five . bernadette iamx

….. written on dark nights after coming home with bruised knuckles and aching limbs , in a bathroom as misa wraps up my hands and watching cheesy supernatural romance films together .

THIS IS A PART OF @gothcowgrrl’s TAROT DECK EVENT ( THE CARDS SAY …. )

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she’s got away. ( i’m the one that got away though shifting )

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THE FOOL ᱖ TO THE AUSTRALIA GRAND PRIX !

the first 24 hours in my f1 dr

« the embrace of new beginnings »

O6:OO LOC. MONTE CARLO, MONACO . i wake up at 6:00 on the dot, skip my usual workout routine and instead get washed, showered and dressed. by the time i start making breakfast, tiago ( my one of my travel partners for the day and best friend since we could walk ) practically crawls out of bed looking like he’s been hit by a freight train. after eating a rushed bowl of oats, i listen to tiago rush around in order to get his stuff packed last minute while i check over my bags packed the night before. by 7:30 we are out the house and in a cab to the airport.

O8:45 LOC. NICE-CÔTE D’AZUR AIRPORT, FRANCE . there is many advantages to having a rich father who was once an even richer f1 driver and one of those is having your own private jet. me and tiago arrive at nice airport at around 8:45am, meet up with gabi and go through customs pretty quicky. we buy a, frankly, ridiculous amount of snacks that we didn’t really need and some extra playing cards despite knowing that we all definitely brought a pack with us, you can never be too safe.

1O:3O LOC. NICE-CÔTE D’AZUR AIRPORT, FRANCE . at 10:30, we clamber into my families private jet, all definitely somewhat dreading the seventeen or so hours ahead of us: the staff watch our ragtag group of three sprawl ourselves out on the couches and chairs and pull out a heaping pile of snacks and champagne bottles with equal horror. as we lift off, i watch the land disappear into clouds with wonder as the boys fight over the remote to the tv somewhere behind me. really, if their long-time friendship can’t last more than a half-an-hour in the air then there’s going to be a dead body by the end of the flight.

11:3O LOC. PRIVATE JET, UNKNOWN . after setting off and settling down, we put on some movies to watch. we watch final destination 1 — 3, taking about 5 hours and, somewhere in the middle, we eat lunch and a good portion of the snacks we bought.

16.3O LOC. PRIVATE JET, UNKNOWN . after watching movies together, me gabi and tiago seperate off to our own seats to do whatever we need to do. i spend a couple of hours doing work ( or moreso saying that i was doing work and instead spending my time doom-scrolling through social media, answering some texts from friends, talking to gabi and tiago who are pretty much doing exactly what i am and occasionally doing something actually productive ). at around 6pm meals are brought out.

18:45 LOC. PRIVATE JET, UNKNOWN . after food, we decide to play some card games and some board games, both of which end in a lot of frustration, a couple of missing cards between us and at least one flipped board ( all in good fun ). then, we put on the rest of the final destination films, eat the last of the snacks and just talk and do whatever we need to do before sleeping ready for the next day.

23:OO LOC. PRIVATE JET, UNKNOWN . at around eleven we’ve begun to settle down: it’s time to catch as much rest as we can before we’ll be woken up for landing. the lights are dimmed and the windows closed as i wash my face in the bathroom. sleep comes in waves: while it’s more comfortable that a commercial flight, it isn’t my bed with it’s perfectly springy mattress and soft sheets and pillows, but i make do.

O5:OO LOC. MELBOURNE AIRPORT, AUSTRALIA . i stir the earliest and get changed and freshened up as best as possible. by the time i’ve grabbed a small snack tiago and gabi have woken up. slowly, we clean up the mess of wrappers and find missing cards and board-game pieces in impossible places. as the plane lowers to the ground, australia in it’s blinking lights coming in to view from the clouds and blanketed by darkness, i change my phone’s time to the new time zone. the numbers change from 07:30 to 03:30.

soon enough, we’ll be pushing through the airport; we’ll eat a proper meal somewhere in a cafe, in a secluded booth in the back and flanked by our bags ( a pastry for me that i eat in four bites and go back to the counter for seconds, because your allowed to ignore your diet after a day’s worth of flying even if you know you’ll be feeling ill from the junk food you’ve already eaten in a few hours time ); we’ll stumble our way through melbourne because we were too stubborn to get a taxi, blindly looking for our hotel in the dark streets but, for now watching the world come into view after being in the air for seventeen hours, i don’t have to worry about any of that.

THIS IS A PART OF @gothcowgrrl’s TAROT DECK EVENT ( THE CARDS SAY …. )

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i don’t know shit about gravity falls but i do know talent when i see it amazing as alwayz <3

THE FOOL. “the embrace of new beginnings”

gravity falls dr : a look into jo morgan’s messy day : diary entry

It’s the second of June. A month and few days until my birthday. And the first month of living in this town has passed. I’ve been working for Stan Pines for a few weeks now. And I enjoy it thoroughly. He is nice, if he pretends not be grumpy. Quite funny too. He is like an uncle to me and he makes sure I am comfortable at work.

dad woke me at ten, because I had to work at twelve. i grabbed mikkel and ventured downstairs. the kitchen awaited me and cornflakes was my food of choice. stole some of my father’s bacon, because who is he to deny his only daughter? we ate in silence, the radio accompanied us. dad usually listens to old movie soundtracks when he is cooking, it’s very comforting. mikkel ate too and then he left to go sunbathe on the porch. he is lazy but he makes up for it for being adorable.

the second i am already on the stairs upstairs, dad calls out to me.

“Is wendy sleeping here tonight?” He asked. because he forgot about it, most likely. so i do what a tired person would do, nod. just smile and wave boys, thank you skipper for that valuable life lesson. wendy, has a license and a car, so after work she’ll drive us home, very cozy. I don’t, cars scare me. especially after I got into an accident with shaggy last year. never again, I tell myself. I mean I trust shaggy, I whole heartedly do but not after spending two nights in the hospital.

the second i am back in my room I am contemplating what to wear. because what do i wear? i love sweaters, they’re a part of me as much as i am a part of them. and it’s a kinda hot day.

after ten minutes of debating what to wear i settle on a white maxi skirt, a tank top and a simple forest green sweater. makeup…not at that hour. it was too early and I really only wear it on special occasions. yet i do my hair, it’s curly and a mess to deal with. i hate styling it, please send help.

half an hour later:

done, i am in the car now. I wished my precious ducklings goodbye, mikkel did not care about me leaving. rude. dad was outside already and waited for me. informing me that one of our horses are sick and he’ll have to take it to the vet. poor priscilla.

i am currently finding myself staring out the window. because who am i not to stare outside the window? boring? gods no. i think of the unicorn i saw last week. was it a unicorn? is my imagination playing tricks on me? unicorns aren’t real…are they? i mean i wished for them to be real when i was younger, because they were so mystical and pretty. the last unicorn didn’t help my fascination, not at all. but how come that gravity falls is so strange and yet no one actually cares? I swear i saw a gnome too… oh! We are there! Fuck—

after work:

I hate Robbie. I hate his stupid friends. I hope he falls down a flight of stairs and never recovers. What does Wendy see in him anyway? If she likes an emo, i can surely…anyway I won’t entertain that train of thought.

his friends come bursting in, while I stand behind the cashier. Wendy? Nowhere in sight. Soos? Fixing the plumbing. Stan? Giving the tourists a tour.

And there were no other people than me and them.

I think Tambry is acceptable, so is…Thompson? The rest? Losing my mind. Nate and Lee were testing my patience with their bullshitting. Robbie kept looking me dead in the eye, as if he was contemplating my literal death. There I stood, glaring back at him with the very same look in my eyes.

There where some others I didn’t recognize and didn’t speak too. Three of them actually. A blonde guy, kinda looking like a surfer…kinda dumb. Too blonde-beach waves. Though he does seem very nice. he just has poor luck with thinking! The apparent grandson of McGucket.

The other is…dark, broody, tall and mysterious. I’d say pretty if I was in a good mood…how do I put it…he was so quiet it actually unsettled me. And he just kept glancing my way??? If you want to talk to me, do come up to me. I wouldn’t will fuck it up! Did he think I was pretty?Anyway, he didn’t really speak. Was very quiet, even when Wendy came and decided to save me. She is my angel, actually.

There was a third one, did some bullshit with Nate and Lee until Wendy came. Curls…pretty? I wanted to steal his shirt, it was striped (black and white). He should take it as a compliment really. Kinda a dork. But uhm once he noticed I was glaring at him he stopped doing bullshit and he even smiled at me. I fainted on the inside.

But the moment that nearly brought me to tears in front of the people whom I absolutely did not like (expect you tambry), was Robbie being an absolute shithead. I won’t go into detail, because just thinking of it makes me so utterly angry. He is a dick. End of story. Fuck him.

Wendy came an hour later, noticed my expression and basically just sent me to Stan’s kitchen and worked the rest of my shift. I will make it up to her! I ended up drawing and texting my friends. That was it basically.

At five pm, me and Wendy drove home. it was silent, she knew that I was still kinda mad/sad from earlier and she decided not to press on it. But once we got home she made sure I was comfortable. We ate dinner (dad made some great lasagna) and then crashed upstairs in my room. Mikkel was back, my happiness was back too. And we ended up watching Glee. Even though we both hate the show. She is asleep as I am writing this, I truly hope my frantic writing doesn’t wake her up.

first entry, kinda nervous. I wrote this as if I already shifted there because that’s easier for me to channel myself ykkk??

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i wish i could show off how beautiful and lovely my hali is but no photo or faceclaim can capture his perfection i fear…

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SOMEWHERE BETWEEN THE MAGIC AND THE MUNDANE .

a breakdown of my wand in my harry potter dr

sometimes, when the dark hours long and fitful, cherry’s mind wanders back to the memory of a night, many years ago — to a memory that feels more like a dream then reality.

they remember the faint candle-light from outside of their small room in their grandfather’s home, above the wand shop. that night, they couldn’t sleep, too wrapped up in their own imaginations and excitement. their feet hardly made a noise as they crept across the landing and down the stairs, their hands could hardly reach the brass knob separating the shop floor from the home.

they could hear their grandfather, somewhere on the shop floor clearly when they opened the door but, more importantly, they were faced with the unlocked door to the workshop — a place they were forbidden to step into, and a place they longed to be. and there, on the wooden work-bench, they saw a wand, half flayed open and calling out to them. cherry could have watched the flickering lights bounce of the wings like a gem under moonlight, traced the grain and the wood until they memorised it; perhaps they would have if they weren’t ripped from their reverie so suddenly, a mumble that sounded something like “little rascal” sounding from their grandfather’s lips.

now, at eleven years old and clutching a hogwarts letter in their hands, cherry is in their family’s shop to finally choose their own wand ( or, more accurately, be chosen by their wand ) and the memory plays in their mind — the swirls on the wood that they had long lost the ability to map and the buzz of magic emanating from the cores that they remember more that what they were.

cherry knows how the whole thing works, has watched it happen hundreds of times before from behind the countertop and longed for the day it would be them, but their’s doesn’t go the way they have memorised. there is no broken glass and piles of wand cases and there is no cleanup that they would inevitably be dragged into afterwards.

a single wand case is placed into their hand. their grandfather laughs about how difficult the wand has been, ever since that fateful night almost six years ago, but cherry doesn’t hear it over the feeling of familiar magic and a wand that has plagued their subconscious for many, many years after.

core FAIRY WING / UNICORN TAIL HAIR . fairy wing, a somewhat rare core known to prefer those with an affinity for the mystic and esoteric. these cores make for a light, airy wand particularly suited for charms and are well suited for potion making and divinations: however they are not very well suited for many magics outside of that and have a particular weakness in defence against the dark arts and hexes. as such, it is common practice to balance the wand out with an additional core, such as unicorn tail hair, an all around balanced core known to produce consistent and balanced magic.

the fairy wing in my wand in particular is an airloom core of the ollivander family, which was later passed down to me. while not confirmed, it’s a common theory within my family that the unicorn tail hair bonded itself to me due to me interfering with it while the wand was being made, explaining why the wand had become attached to me even prior to properly being constructed.

wood DOGWOOD . dogwood wands are known for being quirky and mischievous, often attaching itself to a witch or wizard that can provide them excitement or fun. while it can make for an unruly and hard to tame wand, it is un unfair assessment to say that they are incapable of performing serious, dazzling and incredible feats of magic when called upon to do so, especially under difficult or challenging conditions.

a downside to dogwood wands, however ( on top of causing mischief at some possibly rather inopportune moments ) is that they are known to outright refuse to perform non-verbal spells and can be rather noisy wands.

flexibility & length SLIGHTLY SPRINGY & 13 1/2 INCHES . flexibility is known to reflect the willingness to change and adapt to situations in both the wielder and the wand. my wand, being only slightly springy is less of a reflection of my wand itself ( which would probably do just about anything for a good laugh and to protect me if needed, and, while certainly more gifted in certain areas, is generally versatile enough to get the job done ) and moreso a reflection of me. while i certainly am known to be rather unconventional, i still pretty strictly adhere to a set of internal rules, however strange and unusual they may seem to others.

the wand length is known to reflect the wielders character and the wands’ own. at 13 1/2 inches, on the longer end of the average length of a wand, it both reflects on my somewhat strange character and the rather dramatic and strange ( sometimes even stranger than me ) personality of my wand. other than that, it also reflects my wand’s own abilities to perform some rather show-stopping magical feats — magic that it’s definitely trying to convince me to show off one way or another.

history and SOME CLOSING THOUGHTS . as previously stated, one of the cores in my wand, the fairy wing specifically, is a family hairloom; specifically, it’s the other wing from the hairloom wand that was stolen by richard jackdaw in the 1790s. after it’s brother wand was stolen away, the unicorn tail hair began to die off, likely from the grief along with, later on, the death of it’s wielder. as such, the wand has been inactive and an heirloom in the family. when i found it that night, my grandfather was planning on taking the wand apart and metaphorically letting the wand be freed from it’s grief. however, the unicorn hair tail sensed my magic and became attached, similar to the way a wand does when choosing an wielder, and subsequently became a little shithead since very much not liking that we were seperated. it was put to one side until i turned 11 and could finally legally own a wand!

overall, my wand has a rather ostentatious personality with an affinity for some good laughs, showing off and certainly the odd and esoteric. where it is loud, i am calm; where it is attention seeking in it’s magic; i am quiet assured in my abilities. maybe some of it’s mischief rubs off on me and maybe some of my calm energy rubs off on it. in the end, however, i can count on it to do silly charms on its own to make me laugh, cast a spell to guard me when i’m on my last leg and sing it’s humming, strange melody when i’m sad and it can count on me to keep it safely tucked inside a pillow-lined case when i’m sleeping, clean and polish it every sunday and always make it’s life interesting.

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your blog is GORGEOUS

from you, biggest compliment ever!! <33

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giggling and twirling my hair a little <33

. ☀️ 𝕭LEEDING 𝖘𝖚𝖓 . THE SHRINES .

I AM , GARDEN && GALLOWS 🎂

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gorgeous gorgeous blog

i mean… i try!! <3

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. ☀️ 𝕭LEEDING 𝖘𝖚𝖓 . THE SHRINES .

I AM , GARDEN && GALLOWS 🎂

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what i felt like after scripting my relationship timeline for my f1 dr with fake articles/fan-tweets/social media posts

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f1 dr : my wardrobe .

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everything you touch is magic this is so lovely <3

HADES DR, the fury with no job

in honor of me beating hades for the first time

ACT I. CODEX OF ACHILLES

“…The younger sister of Lady Nyx and her husband, Erebus. I take a look at Lady Iphigenia and I ought to see no resemblance between the siblings. She only shares the white hair with Erebus and Chaos. Blue skinned, with eyes the color of molten gold. Iphigenia is a goddess with no title, yet her presence is enough to unsettle even the most hardened of shades and gods. The lady is a fury and her whip is slung around her arm, ready to be used at any given moment. She has no master, yet stays at Lord Hades’s palace and wanders the Crossroads. He seems to like her, as Zagreus is careful not to displease her. I suppose the Master enjoys the fact that his son takes her seriously and wants to impress her. I am not privy to ask any details about her creation or to ask any questions about her. I fear she does not think highly of me…”

ACT II. THE GODDESS WITH NO FATE

“my dearest zagreus, if you’d present me ambrosia in hopes to woo me you are to be mistaken. i have no interest in men and my heart lies with a witch down ephyra.”

“with the lady medea?!”

the only thing the god earned was a chuckle before the woman turned around and bid him farewell.

a conversation between them

the lady iphigenia most famously only wears the colors pink, yellow and orange. it suits her best according to herself and arachne. she dressed like a ornate seashell you’d only see once in your life, perhaps the sea was to her calling.

iphigenia is a child of chaos, powerful and beautiful. every god dreads to anger her, she does not take lightly to being insulted and will lash out. perhaps that was why alecto loved her so much, both of them had a short fuse and a temper to match it. but how did she come to be?

chaos, the creator of all, everything and nothing, made her from stardust or a dying star. it is unknown as to why they created a new offspring, iphigenia’s presence unsettled the gods of mount olymp. no less did their worries ease when they found out she was a eriyne. why’d chaos create one ? not shortly after they took the appearance of one, chaos changes forms as often as they please. maybe it was to show alliance to their daughter being one now.

why had she no title? no position. iphigenia is a primordial deity, with no claim over godhood. her sister was the personification of the night. and she was total opposite of it all. it made iphigenia feel like she did not belong in the world, but she strives to find her place. a title and finally being able to make her parent proud.

the fates themselves did not spur a fate for her, because apparently there was none. she could find her own fate if she’d find a place of belonging. iphigenia despite that was respected and more than welcome in the house of hades. where she had been found causing more trouble and mischief with the god hypnos than anything. lord hades sent alecto to try and tame iphigenia. it had worked, but in a way he didn’t expect.

ACT III. THE CROSSROADS AND THE WITCH

it had been utterly mad for iphigenia to wander into the crossroads uninvited, but according to herself it was an accident. she got lost, she had claimed. thankfully to her dismay, the lady hecate had expected her arrival and paid no mind to the fury entering her domain without proper invitation. the lady had then written to her dearest sister nyx. dozens of letters were about witchcraft and finding enjoyment in magick. if ipigenia was to believed, she liked odysseus much, holding him in much higher regard than achilles or any other greek hero she had previously encountered in elysium.

in those letters, she also stated that there was a certain witch that bothered her. the lady medea. iphigenia found her unsettling, a true witch who enjoyed tormenting others. medea managed to intimidate iphigenia on a good day, which was very rare. the fury, to her horror, realized that medea enjoyed tormenting her. and for once the fury didn’t fight back, because even the youngest child of chaos feared the concoctions of medea. lady hecate demanded that they spend time with another, to their horror and anger, because she was just fed up with them bantering all day. together they’ll soon venture to the remains of the ruined city ephyra. which in itself is a bad idea, for the tension between the two women is inventible and if her fears are right, will lead to romance.

taglist and yes no playlist this time because there’s no music I find to be fitting. Medea is so hot omfg STOP. And Alecto, lowkey everyone in the game. But these two? Lawd. Other than the hades soundtrack. tags: @briiverse , @miainbetween , @l22na4 , @v1lsxe , @ashstwr , @aliyahshiftsx , @marcellasdiary , @sun4ravens , @killvrkvnt , @auroraisleaving , @ladigube , @shifteruncensored