#✧ — snowdrops in the winter

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Snowdrops (Galanthus)

[geopsych]

Meanwhile the snowdrops are blooming in the woods where they were planted long ago. I always forget how many there are.

[aneacc]

They say that spring starts with snowdrops. Here where I live, the weather is too tropical to enjoy these pretty flowers, all I can do is admire them by drawing them. Small note: At my patreon (AneaCC) there's a wallpaper with this design, if your interested <3

Dicen que la primavera empieza con las campanillas de invierno. Aqui donde vivo el clima es demasiado tropical para poder disfrutara estas flores preciosas. Solo puedo admirarlas, dibujandolas. Pequeña nota, en mi Patreon (AneaCC) está disponible un wallpaper con este diseño, por si interesa <3

[artbyanca]

The triumph of spring.

I'm so happy I managed to get this done in time for Mărțișor☺️

In Romanian Mărțișor is the name for the holiday of the 1st of March; the traditional name for the month of March and the talisman made out of red and white threads twisted together and with various lucky charms attached, that are exchanged on the 1st and worn during the month of March. A long time ago I illustrated the legend of the hero that freed the sun and kept wanting to do some of the other legends about Mărțișor.

Winter had reigned over world for a long time, putting the Earth to sleep and fobidding anything from growing, when a young girl appeared. She wondered the empty woods searching for her fate when, one day, she came across a snowdrop flower bursting through the snow beneath a dry thornbush. She decided to help the flower thrive and cleared the thorns and snow. The Winter queen was angered by the snowdrop's defiance of her rule and sent a blizzard to kill it. The girl did not allow that to happen and covered the little flower with her hands. She did not budge for 9 days, though the lashing of the winds bloodied her hands. Though the blizzard raged, the warmth of her blood awoke the Earth from his slumber. He declared the time time of Winter passed and crowned the girl the new queen of the world, giving her the name Spring.

[i-miss-my-wings]

;; my first attempt at a poem about alterhumanity

— I wrote this all in one go in the middle of the night, hope it's not too bad :') I just let myself write what came to mind and came up with this. I don't know what got into me, I don't even feel species dysphoria this strongly, but I know someone can relate.

I pin my ears back

and I bare my fangs

at the mirrored mimic

as my heart pangs

for what I see

is not the real me

but a cheap disguise

to which I plea

‘where is my fur?’

‘where are my wings?’

‘is it greedy to ask…’

‘for all those things?’

‘I cannot fly’

‘and so I beg’

‘of you who stares’

‘to bring them back’

‘they are a part’

‘of who I am’

‘and you stole my limbs’

‘while my head swam’

‘when I was born’

‘my back was empty’

‘I did not know why’

‘and I cried plenty’

take a deep breath

count up to three

inhale and exhale

what can you see

my reflection

looks at me sadly

and it understands

why I miss them badly

I sheath my claws

I tuck my tail

my head hangs low

as my calls fail

they always fall

right on deaf ears

and I only calm

when my head clears

I know it's futile

I know it's wrong

this is not normal

I will always long…

[edwardian-girl-next-door]

Asthall Manor, Oxfordshire, England

cr: happiness_behind_the_lens

[seasonalwonderment]

~ Snowdrop ~

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[richs-pics]

Snowdrops: after the rain

[daintyus]

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Snowdrops (Galanthus)

[geopsych]

Snowdrops in the winter sun!

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Sources: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9

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Snowdrops before York Minster, England.

[i-miss-my-wings]

mental shifts as a nonhuman

I really wish I had more mental shifts. I get phantom libs almost every day, but mental shifts? I've maybe had a handful since I realized I'm nonhuman.

the last one was around a week and a half ago, and I loved it. just "brain empty, only fox" is what it felt like. all that was on my mind was "burrow into blankets, hold paws close to body, comfy :3" when I wasn't even in a private place, I was laying in our living room.

it was nice for a bit, but my mom kept talking to me and asking me questions and it kinda just slowly stopped. I'm not used to this so it felt a little jarring when I was suddenly "human" again yk. I'm still mad I couldn't enjoy it more when I finally had it.

I want to try to find triggers for it.

does anyone have any tips on how to get mental shifts?

[los-plantalones]

Def not thrilled to see them this early, but was still heartened because… spring comin’.