#⸻ ✶ my soul speaks in flowers. ˟ starters

[vikasgarden]

𝐕𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐑𝐚𝐞 - a garden fairy and florist from the far reaches of the Scottish Highlands. Based and trapped near the harbour town of Wick, she not only sells all the produce and flowers from her garden in a stall next to her house, but also supplies the flower shop in town and can be found with her own stall for a few hours at the harbour on Fridays. Besides her bubbly and friendly nature, no one suspects a lonely heart that wants nothing more than company in a place that needs her to survive.

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# 𝚟 𝚒 𝚔 𝚊 𝚜 𝚐 𝚊 𝚛 𝚍 𝚎 𝚗 : deals with the topics of manipulation, stretching and denying the truth, the world of fairies, loss of an attachment figure, abduction and captivity. This blog is not free of triggers. | mutuals only. 21+ - M&PDNI! activity varies. inspiration. Should I write first?

[soular-sisters]

Synastry 3rd House: What You Think Of Your Partner 🧠

**Intro To Synastry Charts**

For those who are new to astrology or don’t know (because yes we need to be nice to the newbies too) a synastry chart is a chart that compares two individual’s charts together to see how they connect. A synastry chart is an amazing tool to see the energy two beautiful beings have together & the way two individuals feel about one another.

3rd house synastry connections are all about communication; that back and forth chemistry that you have with someone, that person whose mind intrigues your soul, the one who you have late night conversations with for hours because you could just talk to them forever. The planet person will feel intellectually intrigued & connected to the house person’s mind, so much so that they will want to be a sort of teacher to the house person to help them grow. The house person will be stimulated & their immediate environment will be affected by the planet person’s presence. The 3rd house exists within our community, school, & our daily commute. This type of bond would be perfect for friends, siblings (or sibling-like connections), & teacher-student relationships. These connections are not known to be the most romantic, however they do spark genuine mutual curiosity between each other.

🧠 Sun in the 3rd House: “I think about who you are.”

“You should probably take your heels off, ‘Cause you've been running through my mind” - ROS by Mac Miller

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: as the sun person, they find the house person’s mind to be bright like the sun itself, brilliant. they enjoy talking about the most mundane day to day things with the 3rd house person, just simple conversation brings joy to each others lives. they find the house person’s perspective to be true & right.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person feels mentally stimulated around the sun person, just being around them motivates them to expand their mind. they may engage in more conversations with the sun person by their side, which could potentially make them feel more confident intellectually. they may even enjoy short trips together.

**conversation starters between the two of you: how to improve yourself, stories about your life, your daily activities, & “how was your day?”

🧠 Moon in the 3rd House: “I think about how you feel.”

“We can sit and talk. You can tell me everything that's on your chest, baby, get it off. You are my type, you a bright light, I’m like a moth….” - WusYaName by Tyler, The Creator

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the moon person feels naturally supportive & understanding of the 3rd house person. they genuinely agree with the way the 3rd house person emotionally expresses themselves & therefore feel it’s very easy for them to have their back. there may be a chance that your connection is telepathic, like the two of you can read each other’s minds.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person will feel so comfortable to open up to the moon person. the moon person would make an incredible confidant for them to share their deepest thoughts with. something about the way the moon person speaks makes the 3rd house person feel safe & nurtured.

**conversation starters between the two of you: the current emotions your feeling, your favorite guilty pleasures, your deepest vulnerabilities, & ways you help your heart heal

🧠 Mercury in the 3rd House: “I think about our conversations.”

“Yours, mine, ours. I could do this for hours. Sit and talk to you for hours. I wanna give you your flowers” - Hrs & Hrs by Muni Long

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the mercury person is so stimulated by the 3rd house person’s mind, they feel like their intellectual connection is unmatched. this is a very favorable mercury overlay as mercury is home in the 3rd house. this is the type of connection where the two can sit and talk for hours & hours.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: when around the mercury person, the 3rd house person feels free to communicate & express any thought that comes to mind. the 3rd house person may be more outgoing & talkative around the mercury person, they will feel brought out of their shell. this is a mental connection that is truly special.

**conversation starters between the two of you: fun things to do with friends, new ideas, their new favorite movies/tv shows, & literally anything that comes to mind

🧠 Venus in the 3rd House: “I think about our love.”

“No matter what I do. All I think about is you. Even when I'm with my boo. Boy, you know I'm crazy over you” - Dilemma by Nelly

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the venus person will think very romantically about the 3rd house person. it feels natural and easy to talk & express themselves to each other, like their genuine friends from the start. the two of them are likely to speak sweet sentiments to each other, this is the type of couple to say lovey-dovey things & have pet names for each other.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person will appreciate how genuine & real the venus person is when they talk. there is something about the way the venus person speaks to the 3rd house person that is sweet & loving. this is a placement where the venus person will love to express their romantic feelings for the 3rd house person with writing such as love notes, cards, songs, & poetry.

**conversation starters between the two of you: your favorite music, compliment each other, share your love languages, & how much you love each other

🧠 Mars in the 3rd House: “I think about your brilliant energy.”

“And when we get to arguing. Just gotta kiss you. Baby, I don't know why it's like that. But you're just so damn sexy. When you're mad” - When You’re Mad by Ne-Yo

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the mars person may think about the intimacy between them & the 3rd house person often. the relationship between these two is stimulating filled with banter, this is the type of couple you see play arguing with each other. it is important to note however to make sure the fun banter does not turn into harsh arguments.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: it is likely these two mutually enjoy passionate debates that may increase attraction between them. the 3rd house person may find the mars person’s voice very sexually attractive, they may keep them enticed with every word. just be careful the fiery banter doesn’t turn into mind games or worse, aggressive disagreements.

**conversation starters between the two of you: what turns you on, a controversial topic, how to best handle conflict, & dirty talk

🧠 Jupiter in the 3rd House: “I think about your curious spirit.”

“To a place far beyond in a whole 'nother galaxy. Travel in your mind explore your sexuality. Melt your imagination and mold it into reality” Rockin’ That Thang (Remix) by The-Dream

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the jupiter person will feel like the 3rd house person helps give them confidence to share their worldly wisdom & their spiritual knowledge. they may discuss metaphysical & philosophical topics as this connection is all about expanding their minds. this would be a great connection to explore other cultures & learn a new language together.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: this connection allows the 3rd house person to expand their mind & explore topics that may be foreign to them. thanks to the jupiter person, they become more optimistic & spiritual than they were before. the 3rd house person would love to learn with the jupiter person by their side.

**conversation starters between the two of you: places to travel around the world, metaphysical theories, foreign cultures, & books that help expand your worldview

🧠 Saturn in the 3rd House: “I think about your wisdom.”

“She was in my math class. Long hair, brown skin with the fat ass. Sat beside me, used to laugh at mad jokes. The teacher always got mad so we passed notes” - Wet Dreamz by J. Cole

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the saturn person will help ground the 3rd house person’s more distracted mind. this is very much a student-teacher dynamic, they will help teach each other new perspectives. the saturn person may get frustrated at times with the 3rd house person as they are like a wise mentor to them, but regardless they will be motivated to push them to their best selves.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person will be challenged by the saturn person to really focus on what matters to them. there may be an air of seriousness & maturity to their conversations, they will see the saturn person as a sort of teacher. if they can push pass the sometimes rigid and sternness of this dynamic, they can really learn & grow exponentially thanks to the saturn person’s influence.

**conversation starters between the two of you: self-growth, best study techniques, how to work past mental blocks, & your favorite fields of interest

🧠 Uranus in the 3rd House: “I think about your genius.”

“This is what the world is for. Making electricity. You can feel it in your mind. Oh, you can do it all the time. Plug it in, change the world. You are my electric girl” - Electric Feel by MGMT

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: their connection is intellectually stimulating for both of them, the uranus person may feel excited when their around the 3rd house person. this is a great partnership to experiment with radical ideas & look at the world from a different perspective. the 3rd house person may inspire the uranus person to use their intellect to create a book or class to share their unique thoughts.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person may quite literally feel “electrified” around the uranus person. the uranus person may introduce the 3rd house person to unconventional topics such as metaphysical ideas, conspiracy theories, & various sciences. this connection can give the 3rd house person the confidence to be daring & express their unique thoughts.

**conversation starters between to the two of you: conspiracy theories, global reform, how to change outdated mindsets, & the latest technologies

🧠 Neptune in the 3rd House: “I think about you in daydreams.”

“'Cause you are my universe, my everything, my sunset. You still give me butterflies. My lullaby, you are. Everything I wanted” - Universe by Thuy

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the neptune person person will find a channel for their inner imagination due to the influence of the 3rd house person. this connection will combine the dreaminess of intuition within their day to day life, their mind will explore spiritual worlds. the 3rd house person may be a sort of muse for the neptune person.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: with the neptune person around, the 3rd house person feels deeply connected to the spiritual realm. if the 3rd house person is very logical by nature, the neptune person will remind them of the unseen world & that some things cannot be explained rationally. creativity is strong in this combination.

**conversation starters between to the two of you: metaphysical theories, your favorite creative outlet, the spiritual world, & how to be more compassionate in life

🧠 Pluto in the 3rd House: “I think about your depth.”

“She said, ‘What if I dive deep? Will you come in after me? Would you share your flaws with me? Let me know’. I told her, ‘Thinking is all wrong. Love will happen when it wants. I know it hurts sometimes, but don't let it go" - Honesty by Pink Sweat$

how the planet person feels about the 3rd house person: the pluto person will find the 3rd house person’s mind to be charming & intense, their depth will draw the pluto person in like a moth to a flame. there is a lot of potential in this connection for mental transformation & breaking old toxic thought patterns. the pluto person will respect the 3rd house person’s intellectual depth & my want to collaborate with them on creative work.

how the 3rd house person feels about the planet person: the 3rd house person will find the pluto person to be powerful & persuasive with their words. this connection has tremendous possibility to show the 3rd house person their own inner psychology & where they need to let go of toxic beliefs. there may be some pain in the growth, but the outcome holds significant potential for the 3rd house person to transform their mind like a butterfly.

**conversation starters between the two of you: your inner selves, traumas to be healed, in-depth information on their favorite topic, & how you can transform your mindset for the best

-A.A.

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[edenmemes]

baldur's gate 3 starters (part 1)

part 1 / ? .

❝ a less trusting person might think this all sounds very suspicious. ❞ ❝ you say all the right words, but i’m not sure you mean the right things. ❞ ❝ i know somewhere quiet. somewhere intimate. somewhere we can…indulge in each other. ❞ ❝ eugh, don’t be nice to me. it makes me want to be nice back. ❞ ❝ we needn’t be enemies. there’s plenty of those to go around already. ❞ ❝ there’s a steeliness to you, an unwavering tenacity in the face of, to be frank, quite dire odds. ❞ ❝ even the waves of fate can break upon the shores of will. ❞ ❝ i appreciate anyone that opens a conversation with threats of bodily harm. ❞ ❝ oh, you know me - ever the optimist. i’m trying to focus on the positives. ❞ ❝ i’m not easily impressed by people, but you’re stronger than i gave you credit for. ❞ ❝ there’s an air about you. something alien. ❞ ❝ loosen the grip on your pride for one blasted moment, won’t you? ❞ ❝ it’s been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that. ❞ ❝ there’s something odd about this village. people skulk around like they’ve something to hide. ❞ ❝ you know, if you want to spend time with me, you only have to say so. ❞ ❝ i want to know what the world sees when it looks at me. what you see. ❞ ❝ what’s better than a devil you don’t know? a devil you do. ❞ ❝ you must know that you’re…that you’re very special to me. ❞ ❝ the gods are nothing if not vindictive in their vengeance. ❞ ❝ stay with me a while, will you? day will come all too soon. ❞ ❝ here’s my little treat with their cheeks all flushed. ❞ ❝ i am terrified. i will not claim otherwise. ❞ ❝ my apologies. i’m not quite myself yet. i had the strangest dream last night. ❞ ❝ we didn’t die today. tomorrow, perhaps. but not today. ❞ ❝ leader’s need to make tough decisions. we do what we must. ❞ ❝ i think that unknowable powers come with unknowable consequences. ❞ ❝ i’ve had a lifetime’s fill of watching little men puff themselves up with grand titles. ❞ ❝ in these times, all we can trust are the blades in our hands. ❞ ❝ it’s not easy to turn away from one you once loved. ❞ ❝ much has been promised to you, hasn’t it? but what has been taken from you? ❞ ❝ damn it all. i can do nothing right - not a damn thing. ❞ ❝ every instinct i have tells me that nothing’s changed. that i’m still just a means to an end. ❞ ❝ do not speak of a story you only know the half of. ❞ ❝ i dreamt every night that you’d come back to me. that somehow it was all a nightmare dawn would undo. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ your eyes. there is pain, endless and deep. but also devotion - blazing like the sun. ❞ ❝ you’re adorable even when you’re teasing me. ❞ ❝ i don’t need your help, and i don’t need your pity. ❞ ❝ i’m more than what i was. and i’m not afraid of anything any more. ❞ ❝ i said exactly what i meant: i love you. you should never, never doubt that. ❞ ❝ this is all like some sort of terrible dream. but it’s real, isn’t it? ❞ ❝ there is no redemption. can’t you see? it is too late. ❞ ❝ i don’t know that it was brave. i just know that it was right. ❞ ❝ you took those bastards down like it was nothing. it…was amazing. ❞ ❝ they underestimated me. so they paid the price. ❞ ❝ we fight, we die, and we just hope that when our time comes, there is someone else to take our place. ❞ ❝ unfortunately for me, you’re my friend. rescuing you from mortal peril is my right. ❞ ❝ what did you think i was going to say? 'oh, come here, i'll kiss you better'? ❞ ❝ flowers are so overrated. they're bright, gaudy, and almost never make good poisons. ❞ ❝ i’ve been lied to, my whole life. and i was gullible enough to just believe it. ❞ ❝ you know, i never pictured myself as a hero. never thought i'd be the one they toast for saving so many lives. and now that i'm here…i hate it. ❞ ❝ you know, i feel a connection between us. like we're two souls walking the same path. ❞ ❝ the forgiving sort, are you? you should be careful. plenty would take advantage of that. ❞

❝ it’s as if god made you just to ruin me. ❞ ❝ perish the thought. every word i said was nothing less than true. ❞ ❝ you have a manner of irresistible desperation about you. i like it. ❞ ❝ i got my eye on you. you got the look of a troublemaker. ❞ ❝ i’m starting to think you’re my guardian angel. ❞ ❝ it seems you know me better than i know myself. ❞ ❝ you…you have no idea what you’ve done. ❞ ❝ they say madness and genius are separated by but a hair’s breadth. perhaps the same is true of madness and stupidity. ❞ ❝ oh, it’s you. don’t you get tired of telling people how to live their lives? ❞ ❝ good morning! thank you for not killing me the other night. ❞ ❝ when the time comes to strike, you must take it. for there may be only one chance. ❞ ❝ it is good to savour the moment of victory - but pace bg3 syourself. our fight is just beginning. ❞ ❝ i was too hasty to judge you. i thought you were witless, gutless, unimpressivably bland… ❞ ❝ yours is the first happy face i’ve seen in a good while. ❞ ❝ when hope has been whittled down to the very marrow of despair – that’s when you’ll come knocking on my door. ❞ ❝ thank you, my friend. maybe we’ll meet again, in another life. ❞ ❝ you’ll regret sticking your nose in my business. ❞

[vyntilador]

Let Me Cherish You

The boys catching you talking oh-so affectionately about them🫶

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Genre: Fluff / Romance

Character/s: Marius, Artem, Luke, Vyn

Fandom: Tears of Themis

A/N: me rn screaming into my pillow and getting all giddy writing vyns part LMFOAOAWHSHAHAAHH

(you talking is color red, marius is purple, artem is blue luke is orange n vyn is green btw)

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𝓜𝓪𝓻𝓲𝓾𝓼

You were over at his family home havinf a small chat over tea with his father when he suddenly raised the question; "What did you find in Marius that made you love him?" You pondered the question for a moment, gathering it all and smiling to yourself as you thought more about him. "Well, for starters, I love his eyes. That maybe sounds a bit basic but I love the way he looks at everything as if it's the most priceless thing in the world. He uses everything he sees as an inspiration either as a painter or a businessman. Even if he had this.. 'annoying' laid-back attitude, I admire him for still being able to make me smile and comfort me in dark times." You were unaware of the smile blooming on your face as you kept going. "In all honesty, there's kind of a lot of things I like about him. Maybe some, I haven't found yet or some that are just so amazing that I can't put it to words." Austin von Hagen laughs softly and later then turns his gaze into the doorway where his son stood, frozen and staring fondly at his lover.

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𝓐𝓻𝓽𝓮𝓶

(god he deserves all the wholesome energy in the world so here😭)

You and Artem were stationed in an orphanage for a task in the law firm. The job you were given was connected to a child that resides within the orphanage which led you to your situation right now. You were sat on the floor with a number of children surrounding you as they 'interrogate' you. "Miss, is he your husband?" A little girl speaks up, her big, innocent eyes gazing into yours as if she sees your soul itself. "Uhm, no—" You were taken aback by the child's sudden inquiry that you stuttered slightly. "Mr. Wing is my co-worker. He's not my lover." You smiled sweetly at the child as you explained to her. "But how come you act like a married couple?" What..?—"Yeah! My mommy and daddy act exactly the same!" two kids now spoke and your panic increases. "Missy, if you're not married, then surely you like him, right?" A little boy asks and you sigh internally at the sudden turn of events. "Look! Miss attorney is turning red!" Many of the kids cheered and you sighed once more, not knowing how to deal with them. The children begged you to answer their questions and you were left with no choice. "..Yes, I kinda like him." You responded in a soft and quiet tone, making sure he doesn't hear. "But why do you like him?" a child asks, gaining the other kids attention. "Why do I like him..?" you ponder for a moment then spoke. "Well, he's really kind. Whenever I'm working, he's always looking out for me. And also, I look up to him! He's such a great person overall that I want to be like him. And.." "Look! She's smiling! " A little girl interrupts and the room full of children erupt with cheerful voices. "That's what my dad always does whenever mom comes home from work." The hoard of children discuss amongst themselves once more and you felt helpless until the sweet sound of a voice all too familiar was heard amongst the voices of the children. "Hey now, let miss have some rest. She's been very busy and I want you all to take good care of her, not tire her, okay?" "Okay!" the children agree in unison. Artem smiles to himself as he thinks of the words you described him as. He makes sure to stop by at the flower shop before going to work tomorrow.

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𝓛𝓾𝓴𝓮

A karaoke booth packed with 'adults' screaming singing their hearts out. That was the kind of situation you were currently in with Luke and your old classmates. Luke held the microphone in one hand while his eyes were trained on the tv displaying the lyrics. Your gaze stayed unmoving on him until somebody spoke up from beside you. "So, you still like him?" You whip your head to the direction of the voice to see one of your old best friend along side Luke back then snickering. You stayed silent, not knowing how to answer. More of your friends heard the topic of discussion and crowded around you for an answer. "What'dya like about him?" "If I had to guess it's probably his academic ability." "No! Not only that! Look at his build." "I can't believe you guys only look on the outside. It's his personality!" They all argued about which it was you liked about him but the answer was clear in your heart. "I don't like him just because he has a well built body or he's very intelligent but, I love him because he's always sincere. Ever since we were children, he was always honest with me. He never hesitated to do anything just to cheer me up and I love him for that. Though, I think he's gotten used to basically throwing his own well-being away just to save me and I wanna keep his mind at ease that it's not only him that has to protect the other. I'll protect him too, even if I'm not really capable." The girls that swarmed around you all swooned and squealed in excitement, saying how your love story would be just like a kid's fantasy novel about princesses. A blush bloomed on your face, mimicking the color of red flowers while trying to avoidtheir gazes but what you were unaware of was that Luke was looking straight at you the whole time, falling in love all over again.

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𝓥𝔂𝓷

You were only supposed to bring him lunch when you're suddenly swarmed by his students, all asking you questions as per your sudden appearance within the school. All the female students all talk amongst themselves while the others interrogate you and suddenly, a voice pierces through the noisy atmosphere. "Wait! You're all asking the useless questions! Miss, are you and Professor Richter dating?" The room goes quiet as all the students' attention turns to you. They all move closer to you demanding an answer and you sigh, defeated. "No, we're just..." as you thought of an answer, you suddenly cut yourself off , thinking if you were friends, acquaintances, work partners or...lovers. "... friends?" you finish your answer in an unsure manner. The students scoff and others laugh. "Come on miss, we're psychology students. There's no way in this green earth that Professor Richter looks at you like that and you're only friends!" students all agree and nod as they talk loudly once more. "Well, let's just say you're just crushing on him, what do you like about Professor Richter?" A rosy tint slowly emerges to your cheeks as seconds pass while you thought deeply about it. "Well— uhm.." you sigh and just decided to speak your thoughts. "He's very kind and caring. The moment I saw him, I already felt comfortable around him, with that soft expression he has. He's good both inside and outside. And uhm, please don't tell him but, I was already captivated by him on our first meeting. I mean— if you'd all just seen how cute and...attractive..? he was! I swear, I could've melted right then and ther—" the sudden sound of a low chuckle in the tone and voice you're all too familiar with interrupts your words as you look up and see all the students' eyes wide while some cover their mouths and you slump knowing that he's right behind you. "My rose, can we speak privately for a moment?" his voice was calming and smothered with loving affection and you take a quick look at the students again all hurrying out the room to give you privacy all the while snickering amongst themselves. "I've told them to get home as soon as classes are dismissed but they still don't listen." he takes a few steps to stand in front of you and he puts his finger underneath your chin to gently tilt it upwards so that he can lay his eyes upon your face. "But I guess I have them to thank for letting me overhear how much you adore me." he takes your hand in his and gives a chaste kiss on the back of it. "How about a dinner date then, my love?"

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A/N:this shit messy fr💀

[a-star-that-burns-brightly]

So I wanna talk about Sua's earrings

This is gonna be a more rambly post than an analysis one, but I've been thinking about this since I rewatched Alien Stage and I wanna talk about it. Sua's earrings appear to be pearls, which is soooo fucking cool to me given the things that pearls can symbolize. For starters: Pearls can represent the moon

(x) -However, soft white lustrous orbs, more commonly found among saltwater pearls, have become an idealized standard. Of course, this shape strongly evokes the Moon. Not surprisingly, the pearl symbolism of many cultures includes lunar associations. These connections are further reinforced by the Moon's association with the watery domain where pearls are born. In ancient Vedic texts, the pearl is born of the Earth's waters and the heaven's powers, fertilized by a flash of lightning. It's considered to be the daughter of the Moon. In Western cultures, the pearl has astrological associations with the planet Venus. Like pearls, the goddess of love came from the sea.

(x) In Hinduism, pearls are associated with the moon and possess a divine essence. As the moon embodies beauty, calmness, and receptivity, pearls are believed to enhance these qualities within individuals.

The moon only appears at night. What else only appears at night and is part of the galaxy? Stars, which are repeatedly used as a metaphor for hope and guidance in Alien Stage (galaxies in general seem to symbolize that, but especially stars). And this metaphor is first used in My Clematis, Sua and Mizi's song where they essentially sing about following each other until the very end

The galactic stardust in your eyes spread out

Similar to how a clematis flower can symbolize a traveler's joy, a pearl can also symbolize a soul's journey.

(x) In many ancient Asian cultures, the smooth wholeness and seemingly "magical" appearance of pearls in such lowly lifeforms as oysters indicated the presence of divinity. The pearl represented the journey of the soul or spirit along the path to perfection.

My Clematis as a song is about how Mizi and Sua will always be at each other's side no matter what. These pieces of their symbolism are like a way to assure the other that they will always be together, while also highlighting how to one another, they are a god, and they are the follower. And speaking of god, last thing I wanna talk about is the religious symbolism of the pearl. Pearls are often said to be the tears of gods.

(x) According to ancient Hindu texts, pearls were formed from the tears of gods and goddesses. These tears symbolize purity, enlightenment, and spiritual transformation. Wearing pearls is considered auspicious and is thought to attract love, wisdom, and divine blessings.

Which I take to be a little nudge towards the very apparent fact that Mizi sees Sua as a god. sorry that this post was so rambly and all-over-the-place, I am so tired and running on no sleep and I just wanted to get this out there

[funky-fox-fics]

Prompt: prank

So let's set the scene:

Beautiful autumn day. Skizz logs onto the server, says hello to Joe and Cub and a few others who happen to be on. Sun's shining, birds are singing and chirping in the boughs of trees, bobbing up and down with their cheery little tunes. A breeze races through the trees, winding around each trunk and frightening the leaves, which tremble at its speed. It whistles past him, darting into the starter base, and he smiles.

For a moment all is calm--normal and typical of a day on the server (except for Zedaph dying in various ways, which--well, he supposes, in some odd way, is also normal and typical of a day on the server). He's ready to get some building done, probably get distracted halfway through, and then--

There's an odd structure near his pyramid.

It catches his eye. He pauses as he walks to his own pyramid, sets down the shulkers, studies it with a scrutinizing eye. It's... a circle made of what must be coarse dirt, filled with all sorts of flowers--poppies and peonies, azaleas and azure bluets. Atop an azalea bush sits a bright blue parrot, which makes a soft squawk as he stares at it.

"Alright," he says, very carefully. "This is either a prank, or someone left their pet and a bunch of flowers at my base, which--definitely a prank." Must be sculk-triggered too--there's no chests, pressure plates, or tripwires in sight.

Well. He's not one to pass up a good prank. Whatever this bright blue parrot has in store, he's probably ready for it.

Skizz drops his armor in the nearest half-full shulker and marches over to the parrot, ready to--die or something, he's not sure. He's never sure with this server, because typical days on the server include Zedaph dying a lot.

Finally, he stops near the parrot, close enough to pat its head, close enough to speak the Naming Charm aloud and glimpse its name in his mind. Loud Jessica reads the Nametag. The parrot looks up at him, eyes peering into his soul.

For a moment he thinks: maybe this was just a kind-hearted gesture--a parrot, for me? With all these flowers and things? That's--

And then the ground shrieks.

It's a horrible thing, a multi-layered sound rising up from beneath his feet and shaking the grass he stands on. The flowers quiver at the sound of it. It's deafening, drowning out anything else, and it sounds agonizing, like a shriek of death, like someone screaming for anyone--anyone--there's no words, just one noise, just one awful shriek--

It trembles through his bones, vibrating, and the hair on the back of his neck stands up and his wings flare out and he steps back and then suddenly he's running, purely on instinct, mind still full of that awful, awful shriek, and before he's aware of what he's even doing he's in the air and flapping wildly away from the shriek and--

He's panting.

Void. What was that.

He pulls up sharply, hovering instead, and twists around mid-air. Distantly, he can see the speck of the parrot, sitting placidly on its little azalea bush. His heart is still pounding. He takes a few deep breaths, still keeping himself aloft, before deciding that he's calm now and that he's going to go see what in void's name just happened.

Slowly, wings spread wide, he glides down to the ground and carefully lands, soundless, in the patch of flowers. He looks at Loud Jessica. Loud Jessica looks back.

He braces himself. He digs his shovel into a block.

The scream rises again, and he grits his teeth, trying to keep himself from fleeing. Void, it's loud. He digs again, straight underneath himself, and then mines the stone underneath that. He falls onto stone floor right next to a wall of shriekers.

They pulse and wriggle where they're rooted, constantly sensing the air, listening for soundwaves to set off their shriek response. There's so many of them--Skizz begins to count. Three-wide walls, five shriekers high, four walls--

60 shriekers?

Good Void. No wonder it had been so loud--one shrieker was loud enough. Which of the madlads on the server was responsible for this?

There's footsteps up above, and the shriekers, true to their name, shriek.

This time he's definitely not prepared for it, and fight-or-flight takes over, sending him flapping straight into the wall--away from the shriekers, away from the screams, away from the way it rumbles in his bones and sets his ears ringing--

Someone slips down into the cave as the shriekers are recovering from the scream, quick and swift, and--

they grab his hand--

He flinches away, still on edge, heart still racing, clutching his hand to his chest. His wings flare. The other person says nothing. Just stands there. Places a few wool blocks as a wall between them and the sculk, white, and Skizz leans against them, looks at the person--

Oh. It's Impulse there. There's a hint of worry in his eyes, like maybe he's gone too far, maybe he'd hurt Skizz--

Skizz takes another breath to steady himself and his voice, and then he says, "How many shriekers was that?"

"Sixty-four," Impulse says quietly. "A whole stack. May or may not have bribed Tango a little bit."

Skizz begins to laugh, half terrified, half shocked. This breaks the silence, comforting as it might be--Impulse begins to laugh, and then they're both doubled over, gasping for breath as the fact that he'd gotten a stack of shriekers for one prank sinks in.

"Nether's skulls," Skizz manages, voice warm with laughs. "Sixty-four, dippledop. You really went all out for this!"

"They did this last season," Impulse says, composing himself, drying away all the laughter that had taken him over before. "Scar and Grian. It was hilarious. I thought--I mean, for a second I thought I'd crossed a line or something--"

"No, you're all good, man," Skizz says, offering Impulse a grin. "Just--you know. Dove instincts and all that. My wings aren't used to being the top predator!" He flexes them subconsciously.

For a moment all is silent--the good kind of silence, not the terrifying, comfort-only-in-being-quiet silence from before. Then, Skizz says, "You know, you really should laugh more. I like your laugh."

"Thanks. I try," Impulse says with a sort of sharp chuckle. Not like before--something terse and short, not full-bodied and bright like before. The one he usually uses. And it's--it serves its purpose, but Impulse doesn't really laugh like he'd just done, and Skizz just--

Impulse is so guarded, nowadays. It's rare to catch him so off-guard that he laughs like that. Skizz likes it.

(Together, they clean up the prank, and Skizz even gets to keep the parrot.)

[lovepvnch]

“It’s so strange. I’ve never felt so peaceful, before.”

Howl's Moving Castle Sentence Starters

Tempest has to stay her hand when she giggles so the liner brush doesn't leave a stray streak if purple across Amatista's nose, "I had a feeling you'd like this, but I didn't expect such praise! I'm glad!"

She continues her work, one hand gentle holding her chin, ever so lightly tilting her face this way and that. The other holds the brush with a delicate and practiced hand, tracing careful lines over her cheek bones, across her forehead, swirling over her temples. "My father taught me everything about the practice of it. The meaning, I guess. He's much more eloquent than I, but essentially-" She paints a small flower in between a patch of freckles on Amatista's cheek. "It's a kind of meditation. You set aside the time to focus on yourself and the pretty colors decorating your face - paying attention to the deep breaths to stay steady, the shape of your own face, the colors that speak to you that day. And then again at night when you wash it off, sorting through all that happened in the day, letting it go with the paint. It's like a little check-in with your soul, yanno?"

She puts a matching flower on the other cheek. "My older sister, Indra, was the one that taught me all the technical technique. She let me practice on her as a kid, long before I was any good. She looked so silly with my messy scribbles on her face but wore them so proudly," a fond, homesick smile blooms on Tempest's face. "The designs are my own, though. I like to match them to how I'm feeling. Or to my outfits. You seem very purple-y."

Beaming, she trades out the brush for a small handheld mirror, holding it up for her companion. The lines she had painted swirl across her face like vines with small lilac blooms decorating her cheeks, crossing over her nose, accented by the outlines of small leaves and branches. Her sister taught her well, the lines are smooth with a downright artistic line weight to them, not too heavy nor covering up any of Amatista's natural features, but perfectly tracing and accenting the beauty already there. "What do you think, Tia?"

[pinky-in-blankets]

TADC: ✨️SideQuests ✨️

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The Glitch

Route: Carnival!Au

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“Okay~! Goodbye Miss’ Ragatha! I'll study hard for our next etiquette class!”

Scribbles cheerfuly stated as she left the pristine Ragdolls level, a cheerful skip in her step as she went. This was a common sight as Scribbles was known amongst the A.I as the sweetest little thing. A little puff of cotton candy. A slightly quirky sweetheart.

And that's exactly what she wants them to believe. You see, Scribbles was far from your regular Plushie. For starters; She wasn't an A.I At all. She was a Player- Yet most didn't really pay much mind to it. After all, She worked pretty hard for them to not mind it.

And it was all thanks to the little flower attached to her head.

This flower held Scribbles special secret. A virus. Scribbles was never meant to be apart of this game In the first place. But thanks to a little Hacking, she had accidentally created a virus with the most peculiar effect.

She was able to manipulate the A.I's view of herself. The first time she did it was purely on accident- But once she realized she could do this, it became an essential part in her survival in this twisted Carnival.

So instead of trying to fight for her life, with a little whiff of her Peonies she ‘Grew’; Even the most vicious of A.I would be fond of her.

But just because they don't really try to kill her, doesn't mean she doesn't have her fair share of troubles. After all, it's alot of work keeping up the pure hearted Soul personality.. especially since she's still trying to escape.

“ugh... if i had to speak in that pinkie Pie esque voice any longer i might start throwing things at people..”

Scribbles murmured under her breathe as she walked down the halls. She was supposed to be meeting up with Caine back at Pomni's Level to discuss possible Commands that could at least give them an advantage in dealing with the A.I or escaping… but she was honestly exhausted after playing ‘High tea’ with ragatha.

“Like seriously girl, how many forks do you need?”

She wasn't paying attention to where she was going, and found she had walked a bit further along that she had planned too. Oh.. this was wayyy past Pomni's Level. She should head back-

Before she could turn around, something moving caught her eye. It was a splash of color that speckled in and out. What was that..? Was there something back there? Perhaps.. a new level?

Curiously, she decided to investigate.

Walking down the corridor she realized something was already off. All the doors had Big X's On them and you could barely make out the character behind it. And even weirder, there was no Lock insignia on any of the doors. Was this just a design error? Or were these levels just.. never made?

She pondered the possibilities when the splash of color once again caught her attention. It was the last door at the end of the hall. Her eyes Widened as she stood before it.

Unlike all the rest of the doors, this one had a lock insignia. But.. it kept.. glitching..? She could feel the static around her plush fur as she got closer and closer to the door. The closer she got, the more stable the glitch became. What she failed to notice was the fact her little Virus Flower was reacting as well.

It was practically all pixels as she stood infront of the massive door. Then, as if it were waiting for her; The door suddenly unlocked. The glitching was stable as it showed the door completely unlocked, despite the data bits floating around the lock. Scribbles blinked slightly at the odd door.

“That was.. weird.. but it's open now. Did I just A secret level!? Or.. even the way out..? I gotta see. And if push comes to shove, I can just trick my way outta it. No worries. I hope.”

She tried to talk herself into it as she reached for the door. All at once the enter doorway glitched and opened wide, beginning the level. Her eyes adjusted slightly as she read the glitching title card of the loading screen..

“The Queen's Lair..?”

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Carnival!Au belongs to @sm-baby

[enarmor]

✢⁎. branch of knowledge 

Moonlight peters through a roof of greenhouse glass, bathing a jungle of passion in the night’s pale reflection.

Sain muses, alone, by a windowsill. His bent knee props up his chin, which houses his pair of curious eyes. Held out some ways in front of him is a white lily, plucked clean from the earth. And by his side, a watering can--its nozzle still dripping. It serves as evidence that he had been hard at work taking care of these flowers while the town sleeps.

He can’t help it. Such love, such emotion--a thousand words can be communicated by one of these simple plants. To Sain they are the blessings of the earth. They inspire his poetry--like the crumpled up scrap of paper in his breastplate pocket--and add fuel to his hearth. Were he any less romantic a man he’d drop his longing smile. Something is to be seen in that lily, he knows it... It’s just a matter of ‘what’...

Footsteps interrupt his ambient thoughts. Another is approaching--a welcome surprise.

“Hmm?” he coos, cocking his head in the direction of the noise. It doesn’t quite leave the comfort of his knee. Not yet, anyways, “Have I a visitor? A sensitive maiden, perhaps? Here to tend to these lovely flowers in the hope that I might bestow one upon her visage...?” 

Hopping down from his seat on the window, Sain decides to investigate. He carries the lily with him as he strides down one of the greenhouse’s aisles and lo and behold: Arval. He instantly likens them to the moon, with their odd form and chalky face. The sound of a nightly breeze rustling trees fills the short silence that Sain leaves, before he speaks again, holding the flower close to Arval’s face.

He knew it would find him shortly. 

“Are you enjoying this little paradise I’ve helped make for myself? I wish to one day die in a field of flowers, so that love may surround me even as I sleep...” for a moment he is lost in that thought, of a peaceful end surrounded by a scene so serene. Sain isn’t typically the type to think about his death (certainly not while charging into battle) but he figures that if he’d have to go some way, it’d be like that, “So I take care of them here. I swear my knightly vow to these flowers, protecting them from the trampling footsteps of war.” 

If Arval looks close, they’d find the sparkle in Sain’s eyes to ring with truth. He would fight fiercely if it meant keeping these grounds safe, and the slice of heaven they are to his yearning soul. 

After slipping the lily between some of the embroidery around the student’s neck, he steps back and cocks his head to the side--signaling them to follow.

“Come now. Wouldn’t you care to assist? You may someday need one to gift to the one you love...”

//starter for @centrifugalcycle

[singofus-a]

@nectaric asked: “ you are whole galaxies encased behind patient smiles and a gentle heart, beautiful and infinite. “ - ares to aphrodite?

a collection of my own writings … sentence starters | Accepting

He says those words to her and her eyes drift down to watch War's lips shape the words, chin leaning on her hand as love blooms in her chest, flowers around them in her gardens blossoming further into life as she gazes at this god with such fondness.

"I'm patient now am I?" She softly teases, though laughs a second after, reaching a hand to gently rest on his forearm and trace patterns there idly. Her soul ached for closeness after such words from him. "I suppose I am. Only for you. You speak like you want me to fall in love with you again. I do, each time I see you."

Her standards for love were high because of him, because of the things that he says and does. How could she not adore Ares with all of her being?

[bobells]

Welcome to the Farm!

Mun speaking here, coming at you with a warm welcome! This is my first ever roleplay blog, so I plan to be very active here. I'll always be speaking in italics, while my characters will be speaking in quotes. I've commissioned a reference for Bo so far, and it will be coming in due time, as well as references for the Papyri. For now, you can enjoy character introductions as well as interaction rules. main blog is @aez26

Occasionally, this blog will have an event called the Night Market. We'll switch to a completely different theme and description. You can look at additional info on Bo for more info.

Asks are officially open by the way! You can use the tags #farmer's market for things outside the farm, #home for things in the farm, and #best of the bunch of story!

As for animals, we house fluffy cows, bulls, herding dogs, chickens, pigs, and valais blacknose sheep! The sheep is our profile picture, Bo took that photo.

Bo Bells

Description:

Bo is a 5'4 pale human with chesnut brown hair. Their hair is short, up to the end of their neck. They have gold highlights. They usually wear khaki shorts, a beige knitted t-shirt, along with black elbow and knee pads. They wear a farmer's straw hat, green gardening gloves, white socks, and beige sneakers. They're a vendor at most of the omega timeline's farmer's markets, whether it be selling baked goods, or selling those alongside flowers, seeds, starters, and fresh human and monster produce. They're a farmer/gardener that absolutely loves to bake. They use any pronouns, have hazel eyes, and a bunch of freckles. Don't try to debate their prices, they'll punch you. They're a rambunctious character with a love of game-playing and strategy. Polyamorous. They also have a corgi as a herding dog for sheep and cattle, his name is Eitri. They always carry a bouqet of fresh great falls angel coleus. Due to a botanical experiment gone wrong during their study of magical flowers, their body is covered in a variety of flowers that die and bloom as a new type of flower at the end of each month. Currently, the flowers are obsidian coral bells, echo flowers, red roses, and great falls angel coleus. They have a giant echo flower covering their left eye. They're part of a poly relationship with three papyri. They're a soul of integrity. Their soul is a light shade of lavender, with little blossoms of echo flowers sprouting from different areas. Their items consist of a gardening mister, a watering can, carrot seeds, strawberry seeds, and a bag of compost. They always wear a heart locket with a picture of them and their boyfriends inside.

Additional info:

They use magic modifiers to make their exotic flowers, seeds, and starters adaptable to new locations. They combine magic to modify the ecosystem or location that the plant needs to grow in, making it available to your very own garden! Overgrowth does occur, unfortunately, so the flowers and others become even more high maintenance. It does mess with the ecosystem it's placed in, infecting the roots and spreading the modifier to other plants if not properly taken care of. Terminate the flower, that's the plan. Unfortunately, at major overgrowth point, the plant won't be savable. If handled properly, it'll be removed from the planter thoroughly and returned to me. I have an antidote that I do not sell. The antidote is unfortunately posionous to humans and monsters, and needs to be handled extremely carefully.

They first gained the flowers after experimenting with the exotic modifier. It infected them, growing flowers all over their body. At the end of every month, they wither, causing extreme pain. Eventually they bloom into a new species, bringing pure serenity with the said bloom. They have an almost droopy, if not dead feel to them at night time.

At every night, there is a special market in the omega timeline for vendors to sell their less desirable products to the public. Bo sells violent and dangerous botanical experiments, warping flowers and produce into horrific beasts of plants. They also start bleeding from their flowers, causing mouths and eyes to form on the vegetation of their skin.

They sell vegetables, fruits, berries, herbs, flowers, seeds, starters, experiments, and baked goods.

Reference:

Soon to come!

The Papyri: Sain, Lus, and Cig

These three a peas in a pod, sharing their collective interest of loving Bo. Sain is fellswap Mutt, Lus is swapfell Cash, and Cig is underswap Stretch. They all carry the same physical appearance from their original AUs, the one difference being the bones are covered in dirt from helping Bo take care of the farm. Sometimes they come to the farmer's markets to help their sweetpea out. You'll have to dig a lot deeper to find out more about these guys.

References:

Soon to come!

Interaction Rules

NSFW is allowed! Keep it away from minors though.

You can bring your own characters into the mix.

Anyone can send anything/anyone into the inbox. Want us to speak with Dream for a little bit? Sure! Want us to give Bo a flower? Okay!

Similar to a blog like silversans, any on-going really important asks that are sent in (and liked by mun) will be turned into arcs.

If you want to get into an actual roleplay with the cast, put (roleplay) at the end of your ask, and be consistent with your inputs!

No proshipping here. Don't attempt to force things like fontcest, papcest, frans, papara, or sanscest here. We don't do that stuff here. We respect everyone's interest, but it's a huge no.

Pet Eitri. Every time you send an ask please pet our corgi. He really loves people and affection, so it'd mean the world if you gave him some lovin'. Here's a gif for appearance reference.

[happeninghippo]

Floral Fantasy: Flower-Adorned Bags and Accessories

In a world where fashion often strives to be cutting-edge and avant-garde, there's something timeless and deeply captivating about the simple beauty of flowers. They symbolize love, purity, and the fleeting nature of life. And when these delicate blooms grace our accessories, they transform them into expressions of elegance and emotional depth. Welcome to the world of "Floral Fantasy," where we delve into the enchanting world of flower-adorned bags and accessories that speak to your heart and soul.

The Language of Flowers

Flowers have long been the language of romance and sentiment, each bloom carrying its own unique message. From the passionate red rose to the delicate purity of the lily, flowers communicate in a way that words often fall short. When designers incorporate these exquisite natural elements into bags and accessories, they're essentially weaving a story into every piece.

The Blossoming Beauty of Handbags

Imagine a handbag adorned with an intricate display of delicate blooms. As you carry it, you're not just toting your essentials; you're showcasing an artistic masterpiece. The colors and patterns of the flowers can evoke feelings of joy, nostalgia, or love. A bag with a profusion of roses might whisper tales of passion, while a bag adorned with daisies invites the simplicity and purity of childhood days.

These floral handbags aren't just accessories; they are conversations starters. They invite compliments and questions, serving as a bridge between you and the admirer, who is often enchanted by the poetic symbolism of your bag's blooms.

Elevating Your Everyday Style

The beauty of flower-adorned accessories is that they can elevate even the most ordinary outfits. Your casual jeans and T-shirt ensemble suddenly becomes a fashion statement when you sling a floral bag over your shoulder. It's as if you've brought a piece of the garden with you, radiating a natural and genuine aura of charm.

Floral prints have a magical way of making us feel connected to nature, even in the hustle and bustle of the urban jungle. When you carry a floral handbag or wear a pair of flower-embellished shoes, you're expressing your love for the world's beauty, encapsulated in these petite and powerful symbols of nature.

Bridal Blooms

For brides-to-be, floral-adorned accessories hold an especially emotional resonance. Whether it's a clutch adorned with delicate orchids or a hairpiece featuring sprigs of baby's breath, these accessories become a part of the wedding day's narrative. They are a tribute to the beauty of the moment, the love shared, and the promise of a new beginning.

Every bride wants her wedding day to be memorable, and floral accessories serve as a charming reminder of the vows exchanged in the midst of nature's grandeur. They capture the essence of love's bloom in a tangible and touchable form.

An Ever-Blooming Trend

The allure of flower-adorned bags and accessories is not limited to any season or occasion. Whether you're preparing for a summer picnic, a cozy winter date, or a vibrant spring festival, floral accessories seamlessly transition from one season to another, mirroring nature's own ever-changing beauty.

These timeless pieces are an investment in lasting beauty. Unlike many fleeting fashion trends, flowers never go out of style. The language of flowers is eternal, and so are the emotions they stir within us.

The Emotion of Giving

Floral-adorned bags and accessories also make for heartwarming gifts. Gifting someone a flower-adorned bag is like saying, "You bring joy and beauty into my life," or "May your days be filled with the grace of nature's finest."

The emotions you put into selecting such a gift, combined with the message hidden in the choice of blooms, create a touching and memorable gesture. It's an acknowledgment of the recipient's individuality and the bond you share, wrapped in a beautifully adorned package.

Conclusion: The Emotional Connection

In the world of fashion, emotions often take a backseat to style and trends. However, with floral-adorned bags and accessories, the emotional connection takes center stage. These pieces aren't just items you wear; they are a representation of your heart and soul, a manifestation of the beauty and emotions you wish to convey to the world.

So, embrace the Floral Fantasy, and let nature's elegance bloom in your wardrobe. Let the flowers be your companions, and let their timeless beauty ignite emotions in your daily life. Whether you choose to carry a bouquet of roses or daisies, remember that, in the language of flowers, each petal speaks a different emotional tone, and you get to be the author of your own floral narrative through fashion.

[hyprmemes]

pink gore starters - tw: gore, blood mention, humiliation for characters who speak in purple and then eat you alive, the femme fatale hidden behind the flower girl, from both the perspective of the predator and the prey edit as you see fit!

a pretty smile and that’s all it takes?

but i’m all alone and it’s so dark out, would you not let me in?

you think dolls don’t come equipped with fangs, amiright?

you’re so helpful and so kind and so, so very easy to read

oh but i knew someone like you would never turn away from an innocent beauty in need

you leer at all sorts of angels, don’t you, darling

how does it feel, when the innocence you wanted to defile turns into your worst nightmare?

what’s wrong? am i not smiling that pretty smile you liked so much?

now, now, stop crying, you were so big and strong mere moments ago, what happened?

i would never hurt a fly, not a single bug, unless it doesn’t get its fucking hand off of me

aw, this is probably not what you thought would happen when you took me home, is it?

do you regret it now? not taking people seriously, not taking ME seriously?

begging, now, are we, how very ironic, don’t you agree?

allow me to etch that warning into your skin for easy reading

people like you are easy, confident perpetrators who think themselves strong enough to choke the brightest of flowers

you’ll always succumb beneath the heel of someone like me, don’t forget that

consider me rightful punishment for thinking you could touch any of the ones come before me

now, this isn’t anything personal, okay? you were simply the easiest mark around

following a pretty smile and flirty saunter into the woods, what do you think would have happened?

no, don’t quieten down, you look so pretty begging for your life

my favourite kind of prey, when they wear that shocked disbelief

a better hare would have smelled the threat in me but, well, you’re just a human, disadvantaged from the start

it’s laughable, i hold out a perfumed wrist and suddenly you’re offering my teeth your throat

what did you want me to do, ask you if you pretty please could kiss me? ask you to hold me? oh that’s cute

oh, no, your soul is an aperitif, that look, that look on your face, that’s the main course

you want to corrupt so bad, so so very bad

you think just about anything that breathes will fall for you, don’t you

oh, so you win with charms? win with that hubris of yours?

the red lipstick wasn’t so much a giveaway as it was the embarrassingly poignant cherry on top

don’t you tire of it, playing with your food before you finally eat it, playing with people before you finally destroy them?

what do you get out of that kind of terror, what makes you want people to want you before you consume them and throw them away

oh how you thrive beneath desiring gazes, oh how much you hate them

they should want you, right, but never, ever actually claim you

you’ve got about a dozen masks and they shine with beauty and reek from within

so what, go ahead, feast upon my liver, at least i’ll die seeing the ugliness of the face you’ll make

you’re a destroyer and i pity you vehemently

i pick my teeth with the likes of you, i use your promises and false worshipping to powder my cheeks

[contrafictory]

.   SOULMATE STARTER PROMPTS   .

These prompts assume that both muses are soulmates.   Send   + [reverse]    for our muses to switch places.

[ color ]   -   for my muse to suddenly see color when their meet your muse. [ sound ]   -   for my muse to suddenly hear sound when they meet your muse. [ voice ]  -   for my muse to be unable to speak until they meet your muse. [ music ]  -   for my muse to be unable to sing/hear music until they meet your muse. [ name ] -   for my muse’s name to be written on your muse’s body, and vice versa. [ mark ]  -   for my muse to discover that your muse’s soul mark is the same as theirs. [ hide ]   -    for my muse to hide their soul mark from your muse. [ nightmare ]   -   for my muse to meet your muse in their nightmares. [ dream ]   -   for my muse to meet your muse in their dreams. [ pain ]   -   for my muse to feel a sudden pain whenever your muse gets injured. [ bruises ]   -   for an injury to suddenly appear on my muse because your muse was injured. [ bloom ]  -   for flowers to bloom on my muse where your muse was injured. [ vision ]   -   for my muse to see what your muse  is experiencing in a vision. [ tattoo ]   -   for my muse to get a tattoo/piercing that appears on your muses body. [ countdown ]   -   for a countdown on my muses wrist to reach 0 as your muse draws near. [ touch ]  -   for my muse to be able to feel everything your muse can feel. [ written ]   -   for my muse to write something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ drawn ]   -   for my muse to draw something on their skin that will appear on your muses body. [ first ]  -   for my muses first words to your muse to be written on their body. [ last ]   -   for my muses last words to your muse to be written on their body. [ date ]  -   for the date when our muses meet to be written on their body. [ place ]   -   for the place where our muses meet to be written on their body. [ initials ]  -   for your muses initials to be written on my muses body. [ constellation ]  -   for a constellation to appear on our muses bodies as they interact. [ immortal ]  -   for my muse to always fall back into love with your muse, an immortal being, throughout each of their lifetimes. [ file ]   -   for my muse to receive a file containing all information about your muse, their soulmate. [ string ]  -   for my muse to follow the red string wrapped around their finger to your muse. [ death ]   -   for my muse to die at the same time yours does. [ protect ]  -   for my muse to know the time and cause of your muses death, and prevent it. [ failure ]  -   for my muse to now the time and cause of your muses death, and fail to prevent it.

[firesofdainix]

October 17: Flower | Sweet

something short, fluffy, and anti-sun to help you guys recover from yesterday’s prompt. hhhhhh i can’t do this anymore but i love doing this

@morrotober

AO3 Version

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CW: some mentions of death and murder, minor

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"My mother was… sweet," Cole tells Morro as he holds a bouquet of flowers, walking through a luscious green field with the company of Morro by his side.

The ghost only nods in acknowledgment, as he looks away from his current companion. Whilst he floats among the living things which make up the ground, his translucent shadow casting only a small light in the grassy patches below, Cole wastes no time stomping on unsuspecting, fallen dead leaves from the trees surrounding them. The shadows of the branches were to thankfully cast out the glower of the sun currently gazing at them, the asphalt path clear but winding all the same. If only the wind can get him out of here by raising a tempest; yet, it was calm today, so out of character for it. The wind, it seems, does not wish to be disturbed. And Morro can respect its wishes, for he is the Master of Wind, after all. The wind rustled between the leaves and branches, a cadence of nature springing from it.

The only reason why Morro is here is, well, Cole requested for him to come, and, confused by the Earth Ninja's invitation, he complies. It's not like he doesn't have anything to do today other than endure the other's judgemental looks. Besides, he didn't even know what Cole was planning to spend the day with and was surprised he opt to buy a bouquet of varied colorful flowers from the flower shop. But, it makes sense as they continue to walk towards his destination.

It seems that Cole Brookstone wanted Morro to be present as he pays his respects to his deceased mother.

Why? Morro did not know either. He is dead and he has forgotten how to both be alive and deceased at the same time.

Is this some form of a sick joke in which Cole indirectly wants to tell Morro he belongs in the ground?

Whatever it was, well, he did not have the evidence for his intentions yet.

So, after another rustling of Wind, he speaks, slow, soft, a tad calmly. "I won't say the same thing about my mother. She is sour, all the way through."

Cole makes the mistake of laughing, thinking the other was joking. However, seeing Morro's deadpan serious face, he clears his throat. "Oh. I'm sorry."

"It's fine." Morro returns to his humanoid form, not wanting to float around grass like some speck of nonfiction being. Or maybe, he wanted to mirror Cole's movements, to get himself to act like he was human again, stepping on leaves and hearing them crunch. He ignores how his steps were as silent as the night, blending in with the quietness of his surroundings, failing to step on leaves as he does so. "I actually met my mother. In the Cursed Realm, I mean. My sisters, too."

The young man raises a brow. "Oh…" He tries to think of something to say, and he chooses the wrong question. "How did you react?"

He shrugs. "I killed the only thing that is alive left— the physical embodiment of their soul. Flayed them when they are ghosts, before casting them off to the Foot of the Preeminent. They were rotting there."

He can hear the pin drop as Cole's voice becomes a bit too hard to decipher and read.

“... Oh.” This one was a more definitive statement. It's funny to Morro if he was not currently in an awkward engagement with the Master of Earth, who is, in fact, going to the burial place of his mother. Morro should do the same, finding his family’s burial place— so he could add insult to injury by spitting on it.

"I'm glad your mother isn't shitty, though." He veers the topic back to the conversation starter in which this happened.

Cole gives Morro a defensive look. “She is the sweetest person you will ever meet.”

Morro bites back the urge to say that she is dead, perhaps slumbering in the Departed Realm so that the Master of Earth would not call to his title and throw soil on his face. It is clear that the young man respects his mother as he does Master Wu.

So, he steers the conversation to a different subtopic. Looking at the sun in disgust (for it was so bright, so hot, to the point it boils his skin alive), he looks back at Cole. “So, what gives?”

“What do you mean?”

“Why did you ask me to come with you on this highly-personal journey?” Morro forcefully inquires, feeling tons of flummoxing emotions, each one of them unpleasant, roiling in his spectral stomach. He looks down, hating the fact he could not see his shadow. “Don’t you have your dad to help you through this… occasion?”

The Master of Earth smiles, exhaling peacefully as the breeze whips past him. He looks up to the branches, “Morro, what do you think of death?”

Out of all the questions Cole has the nerve to ask, he had to choose the most specifically sensitive question out of them all. It was a loaded, very intrusive inquiry that Morro wishes he’s never specifically thought about it for too long. Because, by technicality, he died forty years ago, forever stuck in a body that will not age, but will never forget all the crimes that were done unto it. And he didn’t want to think about death; not then, and not now, either. Because, if he keeps circling back to the topic, he would think of all the dead things in the world — which includes him — and he will go through another needless spiel about how he should have been dead. And, since this little monologue never benefits anyone, he keeps it to himself.

“Complicated feelings over it,” Morro answers, narrowing his eyes as another bout of depression and overwhelming sadness comes to him.

Cole nods sympathetically. “Yeah, I understand that, too.”

“Then why did you ask me about it?!”

The young man chuckles good-naturedly. “You were never mentioning the fact that you’re dead so I just… assumed.”

“The assumption that I’m so blasè about death is getting quite repetitive,” Morro replies with a huff. “I died. I got killed over the delusion of destiny.”

The other man sighs. “Yeah, that’s… I think everyone would have strong opinions over death.”

Morro turns to look at him. “You’ve been surrounded by death all your life.”

Cole’s smile fractures a little. “I… guess.”

“You don’t need to hide it,” Morro says with a small scowl. There was some nuance of softness there. “When are we going to reach your mother’s burial place?”

“Just a little bit further,” he replies with a smile. “You’re not walking, so I’m not sure how you’re tired.”

“I’m perplexed about how you made me accompany you into this stunt of yours.”

He shrugs lightly. “Maybe I’m irresistible.”

Morro frowns. “Ugh, you, irresistible? Has dating Kai rubbed off on you?”

“Hey, as much as I hate people dissing my boyfriend, you gotta learn he sucks at pick-up lines.”

Morro snorts, before becoming invigorated by this conversation. He and Cole never have the chance to talk, outside of more business-related questions or conversations which usually end with Cole loving his physical form more than the corporeal form he had temporarily for almost a year. His green-gold eyes turn to look at the bouquet of flowers that Cole is currently holding, and an idea strikes him. He is, after all, meeting one of his team’s (a term that is so foreign in his tongue that he couldn’t understand why he is currently calling them with it) beloved and esteemed members.

He finds a bush filled with colorful flowers, before plucking one of them from the stem from it. His touch was ginger, and he smells the fragrance of the flowers. The wind seems pacified by this.

“What are you doing?”

“I am about to meet your mother,” Morro replies shortly. “I think that the lovely woman should be offered a few more flowers.”

Cole stares at him with an unreadable look, before he smiles, the earth raising to become a mountain. “I think Mom will appreciate it.”

[edenmemes]

misc poetry sentence starters

❝  one gets so used to one’s own horrors, one forgets how they must seem to other people.  ❞ ❝  you remind me what love lives in this skin.  ❞ ❝  you are the most phantom-like of all; you are a mere dream.  ❞ ❝  i’m not telling you a story so much as a shipwreck—the places floating, finally legible.  ❞ ❝  the world was made so we can find each other in it.  ❞ ❝  the night isn’t dark; the world is dark. stay with me a little longer.  ❞ ❝  i want you desperately. i want your strength and your softness, your hands, all of you.  ❞ ❝  is that too much to expect? that i would name the stars for you?  ❞ ❝  against your cheek my hand is warm and full of tenderness.  ❞ ❝  the world grows green again when you smile.  ❞ ❝  your share of pains would fill a sea.  ❞ ❝  i’m so stuck on the ‘was’ of people.  ❞ ❝  what i love in you is your power of loving, a bit wild, a bit primitive, but absolute.  ❞ ❝  i like figuring you out. you are so human and puzzling.  ❞ ❝  the unwillingness to try is worse than any failure.  ❞ ❝  you wanted happiness. i can’t blame you for that.  ❞ ❝  i did violence to my own heart.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth.  ❞ ❝  like a magpie, i am a scavenger of shiny things: fairy tales and dead languages.  ❞ ❝  and here you come with a shield for a heart and a sword for a tongue.  ❞ ❝  you kiss the back of my legs and i want to cry.    only the sun has come this close, only the sun.  ❞ ❝  sometimes being offered tenderness feels like the very proof you’ve been ruined.  ❞ ❝  when will it cease, this monstrous rage of yours?  ❞ ❝  i will plant my hands in the garden. i will grow, i know, i know.  ❞ ❝  i had it all and i want it back again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t care about anyone, and the feeling is quite obviously mutual.  ❞ ❝  we are two reflections that cross swords with each other.  ❞ ❝  as for me, i am a watercolour. i wash off.  ❞ ❝  do you dare send me away as though you were were waiting for something better?  ❞ ❝  my dear, you are in danger of being burned by your own flame.  ❞ ❝  i am three oceans away from my soul.  ❞ ❝  you, occasionally, glimmer with a light i’ve never seen before. it frightens me.  ❞ ❝  i went to sleep last night so i could see you.  ❞ ❝  even the eyes of gods must adjust to light. even gods have gods.  ❞ ❝  how much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?  ❞ ❝  it does me no good to be good to me now.  ❞ ❝  i may look alright, but if you were to look more closely you wouldn’t find a single healthy bit in me.  ❞ ❝  i must clothe myself in other worlds.  ❞ ❝  suffering is the privilege of those who feel.  ❞ ❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞ ❝  the vigor, the fire, that enables you to love and create. when you lose that, you’ve lost everything.  ❞ ❝  i can be bold, because i have you with me always.  ❞ ❝  you are shaking fists and trembling teeth. i know: you did not mean to be cruel. that does not mean you were kind.  ❞ ❝  not that i want to be a god or a hero, just to change into a tree,  grow for ages, not hurt anyone.  ❞ ❝  i laughed today. for a second i was unhaunted.  ❞ ❝  you are sunlight through a window, which i stand in, warmed.  ❞ ❝  there’s something electric in your blood.  ❞ ❝  you say you are broken,   but broken mirrors like you create the most beautiful patterns of light.  ❞ ❝  time doesn’t obey our commands.  ❞ ❝  i love you quite passionately, and with a touch of tragedy.  ❞ ❝  to feel anything deranges you. to be seen feeling anything strips you naked.  ❞ ❝  i love you --- like a storm bursts overhead --- i must confess it; all the more fiercely because you burn and bite.  ❞ ❝  and i have seen rivers, not unlike you, that failed to find their way back.  ❞ ❝  i am less a god now that you’ve touched me.  ❞ ❝  your words are gentle; but my blood runs cold to think what plots you may be nursing deep within your heart.  ❞ ❝  you said i killed you --- haunt me then.  ❞ ❝  your soul is frail and solemn, loyal and spring-like.  ❞ ❝  you look like you’ve eaten the sun, like you drank so much sunlight you’re drowning in it.  ❞ ❝  strangeness is a necessary ingredient in beauty.  ❞ ❝  you will hear thunder and remember me.  ❞ ❝  ever think it’s possible for us to be happy?  ❞ ❝  and i would wonder across all the deserts of this world, even after death, to search for you.  ❞ ❝  since we’re bound to be something, why not together?  ❞ ❝  i am ashes were once i was fire.  ❞ ❝  this mouth will destroy you the moment you mistake it for something soft, for something that is yours.  ❞ ❝  it’s no easy thing to bear, the weight of sweetness.  ❞ ❝  kill the light! i’d rather wallow in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i have thought of you often since the darkness.  ❞ ❝  with your presence the sun becomes irrelevant.  ❞ ❝  there is no god left in this skin. there’s just the ash. just the ash.  ❞ ❝  open your eyes, look more sharply, see me as i am.  ❞ ❝  what the hell is tragedy? i am.  ❞ ❝  i’ve got a lot of feeling for you. you’re kind.  ❞ ❝  how beautiful it is, how beautiful, that glow before the stars break.  ❞ ❝  so much to do today: kill memory, kill pain, turn heart into a stone, and yet prepare to live again.  ❞ ❝  i am myself. that is not enough.  ❞ ❝  i may be mad, god-seized, but i will stand outside my madness.  ❞ ❝  my power, which to me is still a curse ---  ❞ ❝  ocean sea with its caressing swell; it has so often cooled my heart.  ❞ ❝  do you bathe in perfume, and dry yourself in light?  ❞ ❝  i like you; your eyes are full of language.  ❞ ❝  let me tell you what i do know.    i am more than one thing and not all of those things are good.  ❞ ❝  you are the cause and the cure --- both.  ❞ ❝  i have kisses for the back of your neck.  ❞ ❝  your beautiful glance is unbearably cruel.  ❞ ❝  we might meet again, someday between dreams at dawn.  ❞ ❝  suffering is a terrible fire; it either purifies or destroys.  ❞ ❝  lately it hurts more to imagine you are a stranger rather than a destroyer.  ❞ ❝  and i say to myself: a moon will rise from my darkness.  ❞ ❝  since you walked out on me, i’m getting lovelier by the hour. i glow like a corpse in the dark.  ❞ ❝  i will not whine. i will obey and be forever still.  ❞ ❝  you move like the moon.  ❞ ❝  my eyes ache with the weight of unshed tears.  ❞ ❝  in your eyes, the fires of twilight.  ❞ ❝  do not haunt my soul; i have done well forgetting you.  ❞ ❝  i am no one. i cannot love. it’s in my blood.  ❞ ❝  you’re wearing your armor to protect your heart. who can blame you? it only makes sense in a world like this one.  ❞ ❝  you are not real. you are a dream of a dream.  ❞ ❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞ ❝  i am indeed a shameless, evil-minded and abominable creature.  ❞ ❝  come this evening --- i am eager for stars.  ❞ ❝  i am on fire with that soft sound you make, in uttering my name.  ❞ ❝  i want you mostly in the morning when my soul is weak from dreaming.  ❞ ❝  to me you are the desert and the sea; everything secretive.  ❞ ❝  i thought i was wounded to the core but i was only bruised.  ❞ ❝  it is a dead heart. it is inside of me. it is a stranger.  ❞ ❝  i live --- but i’m mutilated.  ❞ ❝  if there is a light then i am going to swallow it.    if there is a god then i’m going to make him cry.  ❞ ❝  i am condemned to be a saint or a monster: unable to be the one, unwilling to be the other.  ❞ ❝  you will open your wounds and make them a garden.  ❞ ❝  i come home --- and i feel like a ghost returning its haunt.  ❞ ❝  i planted roses, but without you they were thorns.  ❞ ❝  everything inside me is in revolt.  ❞ ❝  how this darkness soaks me through and through.  ❞ ❝  give me my robe, put on my crown; i have immortal longings in me.  ❞ ❝  say something dangerous like i love you.  ❞ ❝  listen, are you breathing just a little, and calling it a life?  ❞ ❝  in times of crisis, we must decide again and again whom we love.  ❞ ❝  breathe the scent of little, earthly things. let the twilight touch you.  ❞ ❝  my heart is just like the ocean, has storm and calm and tides.  ❞ ❝  you became for me a sacred being, not to be touched save in adoring thoughts.  ❞ ❝  gods are stubborn. so am i.  ❞ ❝  is it better to out-monster the monster or to be quietly devoured?  ❞ ❝  there’s something soft in me. i killed it and it’s rotting.  ❞ ❝  beware. beware. there is a tenderness.  ❞ ❝  half gods are worshipped in wine and flowers. real gods require blood.  ❞ ❝  i’m alive. like a wound, a flower in the flesh, the path of aching blood is open within me.  ❞ ❝  you dangle on the leash of your own longing; your need grows teeth.  ❞ ❝  i have it in me...to scare myself with my own desert places.  ❞ ❝  my mouth still houses century-old magic.     in my ears i hear a ringing and singing and no god.  ❞ ❝  keep talking. i’ll keep walking toward the sound of your voice.  ❞ ❝  i’m full of poetry now. rot and poetry. rotten poetry.  ❞ ❝  this skin is sick with loneliness.  ❞ ❝  memories are sharp. they bite. i have spent most of my life trying to grow a thicker skin just to make sure i would not bleed out whenever i felt those teeth scrape up against me.  ❞ ❝  i wonder if i will ever find a language to speak of the things that haunt me the most.  ❞ ❝  after fury, what do you do with the remains?  ❞ ❝  come on, dance with me. the earth is spinning. we can’t just stand on it.  ❞ ❝  let’s admit, without apology, what we do together.  ❞ ❝  try to find the right place for yourself. if you can’t find it, at least dream of it.  ❞ ❝  it takes grace to remain kind in cruel situations.  ❞ ❝  i am too full of life to be half-loved.  ❞ ❝  today you want nothing because wanting comes too close to feeling.  ❞ ❝  there’s nothing more terrible, more alluring, more mysterious than love.  ❞ ❝  heavenly wine and roses seem to whisper to me when you smile. ��❞ ❝  my soul is devoutly and wholly under your spell.  ❞ ❝  will you see the human in my being?  ❞ ❝  if i had a flower for every time i thought of you…i could walk through my garden forever.  ❞ ❝  part broken part whole, you begin again.  ❞ ❝  i don’t know if love’s a feeling. sometimes i think it’s a matter of seeing. seeing you.  ❞ ❝  i wonder which will get you killed faster, your loyalty or your stubbornness?  ❞ ❝  whether you come as a lover or an exeutioner, i am ready to receive you.  ❞ ❝  i think i understand your longing. it looks so much like mine.  ❞ ❝  i’ve had so many knives stuck into me. when they hand me a flower, i can’t quite make out what it is.  ❞ ❝  i like the sea: we understand one another. it is always yearning, sighing for something it cannot have; so am i.  ❞ ❝  do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.  ❞ ❝  something of you stuck with me. a splinter.  ❞ ❝  i clung to your hands so that something human might exist in the chaos.  ❞ ❝  sometimes i shut my eyes, and shut my heart towards you, and try hard to forget you because you grieve me so, but you’ll never go away. oh you never will.  ❞ ❝  my golden love, if only you knew, what precious honey you are for me.  ❞ ❝  i had an old wound once, but it is healing.  ❞ ❝  always this in-betweenness, this almost, this it might be that...  ❞ ❝  when i close my eyes, i see you. when i open my eyes i want to see you.  ❞ ❝  dark as it is --- you see, that little flickering, is the light of my soul.  ❞ ❝  am i a monster or is this what it means to be a person?  ❞ ❝  i am talking about evil. it blooms. it eats. it grins.  ❞ ❝  sapphires are those eyes of yours, ravishingly sweet.  ❞