#Boxwood Beauty

[cselandscapearchitect]

Grow Your Own Beauty: How to Propagate and Care for Carissa macrocarpa 'Boxwood Beauty' in Arizona

Carissa macrocarpa is native to South Africa, where it grows along coastal dunes and in subtropical forests, thriving in the warm, sunny environments typical of these regions. The ‘Boxwood Beauty’ variety was bred for its compact size, making it an excellent choice for low hedges, borders, or as a foundation plant, beautifully complementing gardens with its glossy green leaves and delicate white…

[unimpulsivethemes]

Poolhouse Poolhouse Example of a huge classic backyard brick and rectangular pool house design

[elevate-rp]

Brick in Chicago Huge traditional beige three-story brick house exterior idea with a gambrel roof and a tile roof

[hayeskarlie]

Natural Stone Pavers Detroit Here is an illustration of a sizable stone landscaping craftsman shade in the summer.

[s1rawb3rry]

Rooftop Encounters

synopsis: After a long night of back-to-back shows, Y/N seeks solace in the hotel's rooftop hot tub... only to find Jay is already there, lost in his own thoughts.

word count: 9.3k

warnings: some fluff if you squint, no smut, suggestive (?), kissing, touching, cussing, some alcohol drinking

genres: band au, rockstar!jay, mutual pining

pairing: enhypen Jay x reader

featuring: katseye Lara (so far)

a/n: first time sharing one of my fics ahhh, enjoy huns <3

Taglist: @heestoleurgirl @stariekis @jaehoodies @morganaawriterr @luvashli @kireistrawberryjayla (comment if you want me to add / remove you from the list <3)

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I stood straight after putting on my bikini and slowly stretched my aching back. It's been a couple of days where we had show after show, back to back. A warm dip in a hot tub is being demanded by my muscles and joints at this point. Lara came out of the hotel bathroom, eyeing me as she’s putting away something in her travel bag, “you’re not going to bed?” she asked.

“Soon, I just need to sit in the hot tub for a minute. I won’t be gone for long, I promise.” I answered as I was picking up my phone and our hotel keycard. “Alright, just don’t be loud when you come back please.” she said wearily, climbing into her bed.

“Sleep tight,” I whispered to her before switching off the lights. I clicked our hotel room shut quietly from the outside and headed to the hotel’s rooftop. The pool should be still open… It's not that late. But there was nearly no one in the hallways. After an elevator trip, I was in front of the sliding doors that open up to the pool. If I wasn't so tired, I would stand for longer to soak up the beauty of the pool decor;  palm trees with many rosemary and boxwood bushes surrounding the pool and the perimeter of the rooftop. The view of the cityscape stretched endlessly in front of me, the night sky was dark with some stars scattered around. The moon hung high, casting a soft glow on the pool and the empty lounge chairs. In fact, no one was here. I can only hear the distant sounds of traffic from underneath. I quickly look at my phone to have 1:23 am looking back at me. Yeah, Lara was right about questioning my hot tub needs at this hour… 

I followed the stone pathway that stretched in front of me, slowly leading me somewhere behind some bushes and trees. My gaze was glued to the sky, completely mesmerized by the sight that was above me. The sky seemed to be glittered with lights from the stars, the skyscrapers or the moon. When my gaze dropped back to what's in front of me, I immediately froze in my place. 

My eyes straight away darted to figure in the hot tub. It was Jay, reclined with his arms lazily draped over the edge. His head was slightly backwards, eyes closed shut. His dark hair was slightly damp and pushed back. From his posture you can see he was at ease. He slowly breathed in and out, his chest rising and falling.

My own breath caught in my throat, not expecting anyone here at this hour. Especially not him. 

Jay noticed me almost immediately. His eyes locked onto mine, mirroring my surprise. Fuck, he saw me. I opened my mouth before he could utter a word, “I’m sorry, i thought no one would be here,” i stammered out, “i will leave you alone-” i said as i was turning around.

“No, wait, y/n,” Jay spoke up, shifting his weight to the front and slightly sitting up, “please, stay.” he said. There was something in his eyes– a very silent plea I couldn't ignore. 

Shit. It's too late now, he saw me and it would be more awkward if I said no. With a tight smile on my lips, my body turned to a nearby table to set my phone and keycard. The hot tub is completely covered by the trees and bushes, no one can see from the outside and no one can see from the inside, “guess my idea of a hot tub wasn’t very original,” I said barely above a whisper, just enough for him to hear. All I heard was him quietly chuckling at my comment. My eyes were avoiding him, but I could feel his gaze on me. 

In fact, every inch of me has been avoiding him for a while. A month to be exact, ever since the tour had started. This is our first tour but not our first time working together. However, the air between us two just feels different now and it was extremely hard to ignore. On stage I can easily sing with him being two steps away from me. We would even share smiles and glances. But off stage, the space between us always felt heavier. Since everything seems fine on stage, no one questioned our awkwardness off stage, which was a blessing in disguise.

As I near the hot tub, I took a look through my lashes to see him back to his relaxed position. From where I was standing I could see an alcohol bottle with one champagne glass behind him. I looked away as I slowly dipped my feet in the warm water, instantly feeling the relief I have been needing. I sat on the opposite side of the hot tub, only leaning my head on the edge and shutting my eyes. Maybe if I ignore the fact that we’re both half naked in a hot tub– then I could relax. 

A moment or two passed before I heard his voice again, “want some?” 

I fluttered my eyes open to see him handing me his glass, filled with whatever beverage he was drinking. I looked at him, then the glass maybe twice before I extended my arm, “champagne?” I questioned as I was bringing the glass to my lips. 

He let out a breathy laugh, “good guess, it's actually Sauvignon Blanc.” he corrected me, watching me taste it. I hmmed with the drink in my mouth, smiling at his ridiculous pronunciation. “Interesting taste and interesting way to say its name.” I laughed, finally looking at his eyes. 

He smiled, “I took whatever the bartender was willing to give me,” he said, defending himself. I chuckle as I tilt the glass back to my lips for a long swing, “yeah, sure,” I mock before drinking. 

This time I felt the burn of the alcohol on my throat quite well. I guess that was visible on my face because I could hear him laugh, “Careful now, we need our vocalist to be in shape.” 

I smiled and splashed water on his face, catching him by surprise, “Oh, shit,” he exclaimed, wiping his eyes. I giggle as I turn around to set the champagne glass behind me. 

Stupid –idiotic even– move. He straight away took the opportunity that I was looking away and doubled the splashing. I yelped from the startle and the amount of water that is covering all my face and torso all of a sudden. I also tried to push some water but no comparison to what he's pushing. All you could hear was laughter and water splashing. 

The splashing eventually slowed down a little once he was closer. As I pushed my wet hair out of my face to see clearly in front of me, I felt two strong hands with calloused fingertips pulling me by the hips. My arms instinctively wrap around his shoulders. Once my vision became clearer and the water splashing stopped, I noticed how we were positioned. I was between his legs, his arms around my body, our faces inches away from each other. 

We were catching our breath for a moment, neither of us daring to move. As I was trying to stabilize my rising and falling chest, I noticed his fixed eyes on my lips. “Jay…” I finally whisper, if that. His name was barely audible. 

“Why are you avoiding me?” he whispered back, cutting off my train of thoughts. His eyes now trailed up from my lips to look in my eyes. He held my gaze before I broke it, looking at his lips and then back at his eyes. How can I explain to him that my heart races each time I hear his voice? Or how my thoughts jumble together into a ball of mush just by his presence? Or how my stomach knots itself when he smiles at me on stage?

“Answer me, love.” he whispered again, his hand lightly tracing the curve of my hips. I could smell the alcohol on both of our breaths, but I can somehow still smell his cologne. I swallowed, looking into his eyes, “you make me nervous…” I confessed, tangling my fingers in his now soaked hair. 

Our lips were so close to each other, a faint smile on his, “yeah?” I responded only by nodding, not trusting my brain to come up with something smart right now.  

“I think you're underestimating how much you affect me…” he said, his hands pulling me even closer to him. 

"Then show me," I finally spoke, my voice breathless. Without missing any more time, he closed the gap between us. I leaned into him, my hands sliding from his hair to the back of his neck, pulling him closer, my fingers threading through his damp strands. He deepened the kiss, his lips moving with a certain urgency, as if he’d been waiting for this moment longer than either of us had realized. His hands slid slowly to my thighs, back to my hips then to the small of my back. My skin felt alive under his touch. His lips tasted of the alcohol we both shared. 

We both pulled away from the kiss, but still incredibly close, trying to catch our breath from the kiss. I closed my eyes and gently rested my forehead on his, I could feel my heart pounding out of my chest. Jay’s hand remained on my waist, his thumb tracing lazy circles. “It’s getting really late…” he noted while catching his breath. I nodded, slowly pulling away from him, though his hands never left my body.

He was the first to leave the hot tub, he extended his hand towards me. I smiled at him and took his hand, pulling my body out of the water while his grip never wavered. I grabbed my phone and keycard, joined him, and felt a soft chill begin to settle on my skin. Without a word, he wrapped a towel around my shoulders. Before I could say ‘thank you”, he held the singular champagne glass in front of me. I frowned in confusion before my eyes landed on a lipstick stain on it. A laugh bubbled up in my throat, and my eyes turned to him, a sheepish smile tugging at my lips. "Sorry about that," I mumbled, my cheeks flushing slightly.

His hand found mine, while my other hand rested on his arm, feeling the solid strength beneath my touch. He didn’t flinch, didn’t hesitate, just held me firmly, reassuring me with his presence. 

[pinknipszz]

heian era sukuna

(a/n: takes place in the same universe as this post; yet another thinly veiled uraume/reader imagine)

on the first day of spring—your favorite of all seasons—you awake to a pleasant surprise in the horigotatsu of your room: a big basket of flowers, all fresh and neatly trimmed. you struggle to swallow the squeal that’s bubbling in your throat. 

when uraume comes to style your hair (a morning habit of theirs), they find you cradling it close to your chest as you would a baby. “come and look at what my husband left me,” you say, beckoning them over with a flick of your wrist. they settle their boxwood comb on the edge of your vanity and approach to take hold of your basket.

they squint, turning it this way and that (for a little longer than necessary, just to humor you), before nodding firmly in approval. “the flowers are beautiful this year,” they say. “as expected of lord sukuna.” your face beams with delight, like a rose in full bloom, as you stroke each petal with delicate fingers. 

with infectious charm, you swoon, “he gives me the prettiest flowers!” in between your sweet babbles, uraume ushers you to sit near the vanity so they can detangle any knots that accumulated overnight. as they brush through your hair, they remain silent, but you know that these things will eventually reach your husband.

for now, though, they focus on the task at hand.

you like it when uraume fixes your hair. there’s a kindness in their movements that’s nearly unbefitting of their disposition, warm enough to melt any leftover frost. it almost reminds you of spring. perhaps the resemblance is why he orders them to keep you company.

with cherry dusted cheeks, you look down at the arrangement in your arms. there’s simply no other answer. no room for doubt in your husband’s impeccable judgment. for a creature living by a standard so unattainable to any man, there’s something so achingly mortal in the way that love oozes from every crack in his soul.

uraume is like the flowers that he leaves on the first day of spring, except they last for eternity.

(masterlist) | (a/n: third part might actually have sukuna dialogue w talks of pregnancy bc i want to try a thing)

[ltwilliammowett]

A beautiful mahogany single tea caddy, dating back to c.1840, inlaid with a boxwood ship to the top of the lid. Made by a Lighthouse keeper

[nocandnc]

The second follow-up entry to the recent ship proposal Ask, this time for OkoHoshi!

How would an Okonogi x Hoshina proposal go?

Okonogi wouldn't dare! It's all up to Hoshina.

He might get on one knee and ask her to... join him in transferring to a different division, should he happen to make Captain?? But not to flat out propose. He comes from a very traditional household, so I don't see western-styled proposals being his thing.

Speaking of tradition, he's probably been forced to attend a few family-arranged omiai here and there. As a form of malicious compliance he asks Okonogi if she wants to come along as his plus one - or maybe she could replace the other party altogether?

Okonogi scoffs and shakes her head and even laughs if she's in the mood for jokes. She never takes his words as anything more than that. Nor should she! If he wanted to be taken seriously, he'd have to actually be serious.

How terrifying.

So if Hoshina manages to propose, it's still going to be in the most vague, saying-it-without-saying-it manner he can possibly muster.

Okonogi is mildly perplexed when the Vice Captain interrupts her workday by placing a small box atop her keyboard. Rude. She's been at the computer for a few hours now and her eyes are tired, so she can't help but squint at it suspiciously. Was this some kind of prank?

A present, he assures her, even though there's no cause for it.

The so-called present turns out to be a boxwood comb, simply carved but still beautiful in detail and finishing. Konomi picks it up carefully. Curiously.

"Are you telling me to... take care of my hair?"

"Well, yeah." Soshiro gestures at her with playful exasperation. "Just look at it!"

The look Okonogi shoots him is decidedly not playful.

...

......

"...But I'd..." Hoshina rubs at the sweat forming on his neck, trying to wring the words out. "I'd help you take care of... I mean, I want to take care of you. All of you. Not just your hair, y'know?"

It's clear from her expression that Okonogi Konomi does not 'know'. Not quite.

Inhale. Exhale. Hoshina Soshiro steels himself.

"…And if possible, I'd like you to take care of me too."

The Vice Captain's eyes meet hers as he speaks. They're sharp and steady and piercing and it's more than she can bear. Okonogi looks away in a confused panic, back to the comb in her hands.

A comb. A comb?

A beautiful hair comb... from Hoshina Soshiro...

Oh.

The realization hits her and Konomi thinks she might burst out laughing, but when she puts a hand to her face there are only tears.

"Wh...! Why can't you just ask me normally, Soshirooo!?"

It's all she can manage to say before crumpling entirely.

Soshiro wraps his arms around the crying woman, computer chair and all. Mouth pressed firmly to the top of her head, the question of will you marry me is muffled by soft chestnut hair.

-

Note: Before engagement rings were introduced to Japan, it was customary to present one's desired bride-to-be with a comb when proposing marriage.

[woncon]

➳ fairy flower

➶ knight!jongho x royalty gn!reader ｡˚ °

-ˏ` ✎﹏ the day the fairy flowers bloom is the day Jongho saves your life.

➴ genre: fantasy, royalty au, fluff, platonic

: ̗̀➛ warnings: fight with a dragon, blood

⌨ :: 1.3k words ♡ ︵ . .

➳ ateez masterlist | main masterlist

Fairy flowers bloom when the first summer sun rays reach their petals. 

Finally, the moment is near. 

Your heart beats excitedly at the thought. Your six months of hard work in your garden will pay off. When you dug the flower bed with your own two hands into the frost-covered, frozen earth, when you went out several times every day to water your plantation and talk to the plants - for sure, when you received the magic seed from the fairies, they said that those flowers also need company for development, and if they’re lonely, they perish -, it will all pay off.

You took all the advice and serenely tended your garden. The fairy flowers grew gratefully to your tinkling, sweet voice in their comfortable earth bed.

You walk agitated, adjust your clothes, wrap your hands and keep looking in the direction of the forest, hoping that the sun will light the canopies on fire with its light, and then also your beloved flowers. 

They’re now only bashfully and shyly hiding in their buds.

"Don't worry, the sun will rise soon. You get the most beautiful clothes from nature, so keep your heads up!" You crouch down, lift one of the sad plants, and gently stroke the soft, wing-like petals. "You will be beautiful; don't be afraid."

Encouragement has a good effect on the flower. It stretches itself out, even holding its leaves higher, so its rainbow colored veins are more visible. This dashing motion reminds you of your bodyguard. 

You turn back with a faint smile, where the man is standing not far away. Arms folded in front of his chest. He’s in full knight's armor. His gaze wanders into the distance, searching for potential danger.

You sigh, lean closer to the newly straightened creature, and entice it some more with sweet promises.

"You'll be so beautiful that you will make even Jongho smile. You'll see," you whisper confidentially.

The little flower is not only proud, but also excited to hear these words; its petals open slightly, and a honey scent wafts from them into your face. You giggle and rise from the twelve seedlings, which won't stay like this for long.

You raise your hands to your chest and look at the sky, waiting for the sun. Your heart is full of hope.

"Jongho!" you hurriedly motion to him. 

He walks next to you with measured steps. You point to the horizon, where the upper tip of an orange puck rises.

As the light reaches the flowers, they come to their senses. They shake, their pale yellow color turns beautiful golden. They bloom and open their petals, revealing the diamond dormant within them and the inside of their glittering petals.

The scent the fairy flowers emit is intoxicating. It fills the entire garden, and infuses you with the love you feel at this moment. You glance at Jongho. He has a faint, impressed smile on his lips. 

You nod to your flowers, indicating that you said so.

But your cheerfulness and intense contentment turn into deep fear, when the sun is blocked by a dragon. He is heading for the garden, approaching quickly on the back of the wind. He has smelled the fairy flowers and wants to possess their diamond brilliance.

"Jongho!" Your finger points to the horizon again. 

The man also sees the large creature. Frowning defiantly, he shoves you behind himself and pulls his sword from its sheath. 

"Stand behind me, your majesty!"

"Don't let him hurt them!"

The flowers curiously stretch their stems towards the source of danger. When the shadow of the monster covers them, they panic and try to hide, but once they have emerged from their bud, there is no way back.

The dragon's claws dig into the nearest boxwood. He snarls evilly, saliva dripping between his yellow teeth. His deep red eyes scan you with hatred, his spiky tail flaps behind him in warning, and if that wasn't enough, smoke billows from his nostrils. His throat emits a raw, menacing growl that can burst into flames at any time.

"When I give the signal, run as fast as you can." Jongho grabs your forearm to make sure you pay attention to him. You nod, your eyes misting up, but you know you have to stay strong.

The dragon is encouraged and leans closer to the flowers. He sticks out his forked tongue to smell the sweet scent.

"Now," says the knight, then thrusts his sword forward, and you leave the safety of his back to run towards the castle.

The red animal roars, jumps across the garden, and spawns in front of Jongho. As tall as a horse, but far more dangerous. The ferocity burning in his eyes only increases as soon as Jongho doesn't back down, but instead nails his sword to the scaly, muscular chest. 

Dragons hate metal, it injures them. But at the same time, this specimen is really proud and selfish. He wants to defeat the brave knight and get the flowers, even if it means getting injured.

He opens his mouth. 

The air heats up in his throat. 

Jongho sees the muscle glowing inside. 

He is about to stab with his sword, when the dragon recoils. Not by itself, he is also surprised when he notices the stalks of martial flowers tightly twisted on his hind legs. While he is not paying attention, Jongho hits him in the shoulder with his sword. 

The dragon growls. Saliva drips down his chin and blood down his forelegs.

He strikes Jongho with his other paw. Jongho sprawls on the ground. 

The creature inflates its lungs again to defeat the enemy with fire, but this time the flowers pull his legs back even tighter, and he collapses. By the time he gets himself together, the knight has already stood up, towering over him. Jongho’s sword just above the dragon's skull. A look of passionate determination on his face.

The monster is forced to admit that he has lost. In the end, his life proves to be more important than the treasures and his pride. Whimpering, he tears himself free from the grip of the fairy flowers, spreads his wings and flies away with an angry snarl.

Jongho drops his sword to the ground to grab his sore shoulder.

"Jongho!"

You’re heading towards him, followed by three court soldiers. They are the help you have been able to mobilise.

"Jongho, are you okay?" You anxiously touch his gloved hand. 

"Yes. The dragon is gone. And the fairy flowers helped chase him away."

But you easily notice the sore shoulder, even if he lowers his arm.

Damn that the royal family is not being allowed to carry weapons with themselves, you think, as you see him. You wish you could have helped him sooner, in the middle of the fight.

"Does it hurt?"

"It sprained."

"I was so afraid." Looking for safety and support, you snuggle into Jongho's healthy shoulder. "I was worried about you..."

The bodyguard gently hugs you and carefully draws you close to his armor. You are unbecomingly close to each other, but after such a crisis, you must find solace. Jongho rests his chin on your head. 

He can smell your scent, which is somehow a thousand times more special than the scent of fairy flowers. His body immediately relaxes, holding you in his arms.

Maybe even his shoulder hurts less.

"Don't be afraid, your majesty. I'll protect you at all costs."

The hug is soft and Jongho's closeness is comforting. You were terrified of losing him. Being close to him again feels like a redemption. Until now, you hadn't really realized how much the bodyguard, who accompanies you everywhere and looks after you, really means to you. Who would actually sacrifice his life for your safety.

Even if it's just duty, for the moment you spend so close to each other, you let your heart shine for Jongho like fairy flowers in the sunlight.

[turtlesandfrogs]

Things I would immediately change about landscaping/the landscaping industry in America if I could (after supporting my family by doing garden maintenence since 2019, and being an avid life long gardener and plant person):

1. Make people realize that any style that is based on cutting back plants multiple times per year to "maintain their shape" or keep them from getting "overgrown" is rooted in the idea of conspicuous consumption and is not actually the only, or best, choice. It exists to show off the fact that you have enough wealth to do work without a yield other than short-lived aesthetics and conformity. This includes: lawns, boxwoods, any shrub/vine/tree/fern cut into a box/sphere/cylinder, shrubs/trees that are maintained at a (small) fraction of their mature size, etc.

2. Make people realize that we don't need to be watering as much as we do. Through thoughtful plant selection and the power of mulch, you wouldn't need to water at all during "normal" weather. If you live in a desert, you live in a desert, and unless they're making food or medicine, most of your plants should be able to live in a desert (I really hate saying should though, so maybe just start by learning about the native plants in your area and the role they play in the ecosystem. I'm pretty sure you'll end up falling in love with at least a few of them).

3. Convince people that you can use native plants in your garden, in an aesthetically pleasing way, while reducing the amount of watering, soil amendments, and fussing in general that's needed, while also supporting native animal species. Talk about a win-win! I mean, people go to great lengths to look at natural beauty, and then work. so. hard. to prevent that beauty from showing up in their yards.

5. Finally get people to understand that landscape fabric does not work as advertised/ makes it so you don't have to weed ever. It was apparently intended as an underlayment to rocks, gravel, etc, to prevent them from sinking into the earth over time, according to my boss who actually has a degree in landscape design.

6. If a plant is struggling, year after year, it's probably the wrong plant for that place. It's better to pick plants that are well adapted to your climate, and they'll be less stressed. Plants that aren't stressed are less vulnerable. Less vulnerable plants mean healthier plants that are less likely to have an infection or infestation. And look better. And stress you out less. Unless that's your hobby, and you know it, in which case have fun.

7. If you don't enjoy gardening, you don't need to have a garden. If you don't enjoy a lawn, you don't need to have a lawn. Having land that you're responsible for should be a joy, and if it's not, there is no shame in either not having land, or, letting someone who otherwise wouldn't have access to gardening space take care of it.

I'm sure I'll think of more.

[violettduchess]

I’d like to request angel Clavis 😇

A/N: here you are anon 💜

Clavis x Reader

WC: ~1k

You are asleep, your head pillowed on his shoulder, one hand resting right above his heart. He dares not move, dares not breathe too heavily for fear of waking you. His golden gaze runs over the line of your cheekbone, the curve of your lips, the softness of your hair. He could stare at you like a student studying a masterpiece and never grow tired, always finding something new to marvel at. 

The orb that floats a few inches off of his nightstand suddenly begins to glow, a pulsing, pure, white light. It’s bright enough that you squint your closed eyes against it, shifting in his arms to shield yourself. With a soft sigh, he pulls himself away from your warmth, pushing himself up with one arm and then reaches for the orb.

“I can go,” you murmur sleepily, sitting up beside him, eyes now open, your hair falling across the bare skin of his shoulder as you rest your chin there lightly. He turns the orb in his hands, examining the image that slowly materializes inside of it. His lips curve in a smile and he turns his head, pressing a feather-soft kiss to your nose. “You will stay right here, my stars above, and keep the bed nice and warm with thoughts of me while I am gone.” Another kiss, this time to your forehead, and he is up, out of bed. You pull the fluffy white covers up to your chin, snuggling back against the pillows. It’s easy to admire him as he stretches, his long, lean silhouette against the morning light. Glancing over his shoulder at you, he grins cheekily. “I am so glad to see my love still enjoys the view after all this time.” 

Your laughter fills his heart with warmth, a river of affection that flows through him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head to the feathery tips of the wings now unfolding in all their glory from his shoulder blades. They open with a whoosh and you sigh like a maiden in the blush of love. Beautiful pale lavender wings, the edges of each feather kissed by gold. They never fail to make your heart ache with their majesty.

He blows you a final kiss and then walks towards the open, arched window, stepping up onto the smooth ledge. There is no hesitation as he leaps out into the celestial white, disappearing from view. Down he soars, through the radiant glow, breaking through to the bright blue of the worldly sky, his eyes sharp as he studies the slowly approaching earth below. Soon the Rhodolite Palace comes into view, small as a child’s toy. He flies down towards it, winding his way through the towers until he reaches the lavish Rose Gardens and spots what he has been summoned for: a little girl of around five with twilight hair that falls in waves down her back and determined eyes narrowed in concentration as she climbs the garden's gazebo, her young limbs trembling with exertion, heart thundering in her small chest.

Clavis lands soundlessly on the gazebo’s tiled roof, head tilted to one side as he watches the child huff and puff as she throws one leg up to finalize her daring feat…..and her tiny fingers lose their grip on the slanted roof. With a shriek, she begins to fall and Clavis is there, darting forward to catch her, cradling her in his arms and then gently depositing her into the springy safety of one of the boxwood hedges below.

“Letizia!” A man comes bounding across the gardens, a man with Clavis’s golden gaze and your silken hair. He rushes to his daughter’s side, gathering her against him for a moment, his eyes closed in relief before he leans back, inspecting her hurriedly, worry blanching his face of color. “Darling…..what on earth were you doing up there?” 

She is shaking but tries to hide it, pushing her lavender hair out of her eyes with a hand still chubby with the last remnants of childhood. “I wanted to show Cyran that I’m as brave as he is!” Clavis watches his son sigh heavily, his hands clasping her narrow shoulders. “Lettie, sweetheart, I’m certain your brother knows how fearless you are. After all, who does he call to take care of all the big spiders, hm?” The young girl giggles, pride turning her cheeks a soft pink. Her father stands, offering her his hand and she takes it. “Come on, let’s go back inside and get you cleaned up before your mother sees the mess you’ve made of your stockings.” They begin walking down the path back towards the palace when the man pauses, looking over his shoulder at the gazebo. Clavis sees himself reflected in his son’s golden eyes. He takes in the gazebo and for a heart-stopping moment, Clavis wonders if he can see him.

“Sweet girl, you must have a guardian angel looking out for you. A fall like that could have ended so much worse.” Letizia turns, her young, innocent eyes landing directly on Clavis. She smiles broadly. “I sure do, Papa.” 

Clavis watches them, his son and his granddaughter, until they have disappeared down the path. His family. His legacy. The continuation of his heart. And then with a powerful flap of his wings, he rises up towards the stark blue sky, through the white haze of clouds, higher and higher until the arched window comes into view. 

You’re there, waiting for him in bed, just as you said you would be. He smiles slowly, his wings folding back down, flat against his back. He slides into the welcoming bed and into your waiting arms, his eyes closing as he scoots down to lay his cheek against your heart.

“And, Clavis? Everything went well?” Your fingers stroke his hair gently. “Crisis averted, dear one. Our son and granddaughter are perfect.” He tilts his head up to look at you, his divine love, his own Paradise, and smiles. “Now tell me how much you missed me while I was off being heroic.” You laugh, a glorious sound to his ears. You need no words to answer him: your reply is a kiss as soft as angel-down. As he sighs your name, tender as a prayer, you wrap your arms around him and pull him close against your heart, a heart full of love as vast as the heavens themselves.

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[peanut-butter-parkerxx]

Brushstrokes of New Orleans: 002

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The garden of the Mikaelson mansion was a symphony of colors and textures, a lush tapestry woven from the finest threads of nature. Vibrant blooms cascaded from trellises and arbors, their petals kissed by the golden rays of the setting sun.

The air was alive with the heady scent of jasmine and honeysuckle, mingling with the earthy fragrance of damp soil. As Elijah and I wandered through the garden, I couldn't help but be struck by the beauty that surrounded us. Tall hedges of boxwood formed intricate mazes, their dark green foliage a stark contrast against the blooms that flourished at their feet. 

The path beneath our feet was paved with smooth cobblestones, their surface worn by the passage of time. Elijah cut a striking figure against the backdrop of the garden, his tall frame clad in a crisp white shirt and tailored trousers, his hazel eyes sparkled in the fading light. His movements were graceful and measured, each step a testament to his poise and refinement. 

Beside him, I felt small and insignificant, a mere mortal in the presence of a god. My own appearance felt inadequate in comparison, my simple dress and worn sneakers a far cry from the elegance of Elijah's attire.

As we walked, Elijah pointed out various artifacts hidden among the foliage, his gestures graceful and fluid. He moved with a quiet confidence, his every movement imbued with a sense of purpose and grace. His voice was smooth and melodic, a soothing balm to my restless soul.

I, on the other hand, felt awkward and clumsy by comparison, my movements hesitant and uncertain. I stumbled over roots and rocks, my eyes darting nervously from one artifact to the next. And yet, despite my ineptitude, Elijah never once made me feel inadequate. Instead, he guided me with patience and kindness, his presence a steady anchor in a sea of uncertainty.

There were statues of ancient gods and goddesses, their faces weathered by centuries of exposure to the elements. There were vases and urns adorned with intricate designs, their origins shrouded in mystery. But it was one particular piece that caught my eye, a small figurine nestled in the crook of a tree. It was made of delicate porcelain, its features exquisitely crafted with painstaking detail. I felt a flicker of recognition stir within me as I gazed upon it, a memory hovering just out of reach.

"Do you recognize this piece, Penny?" Elijah asked, his voice gentle as he studied my expression.I nodded slowly, a furrow forming on my brow. 

"Yes, I believe so," I replied tentatively. "It's the figurine of Demeter, the ancient Greek goddess of agriculture and fertility." Elijah's eyebrows lifted in surprise, a hint of admiration shining in his eyes. 

"Impressive," he remarked, his voice tinged with approval. "Not many people know the name, let alone the story behind it." I smiled modestly, a warm glow of satisfaction blooming in my chest at his praise. 

"I've always had a fascination with Greek mythology," I admitted, my voice tinged with excitement. "There's something so captivating about the tales of gods and goddesses, of heroes and villains." Elijah nodded, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. 

"Indeed," he agreed, his gaze drifting back to the figurine. "The story behind this piece is quite fascinating. It is said to have been crafted by a master artisan during the height of the Athenian Empire, a testament to the skill and craftsmanship of the era."

I listened intently as Elijah recounted the tale of the figurine, his words painting a vivid picture of a time long past. It was as if he had unlocked a door to another world, allowing me to step back in time and experience history in all its glory. 

"How do you know all of this?" I asked, my curiosity getting the better of me. "I mean, this piece isn't exactly well-known, and yet you seem to know everything about it." Elijah smiled modestly, a hint of amusement in his eyes. 

"I have a bit of a penchant for history," he admitted, his voice tinged with self-deprecation. "I find comfort in the stories of the past, in the forgotten artifacts that tell tales of bygone eras."

I couldn't help but smile at his confession, a warmth blooming in my chest at the thought of sharing this passion with him. It was a side of Elijah that I hadn't seen before.

As Elijah and I continued our leisurely stroll through the garden, we came across a small alcove tucked away beneath the shade of a sprawling oak tree. Nestled within the alcove was a pedestal upon which rested a singular artifact, its presence commanding our attention.

We both stopped in our tracks simultaneously, our eyes widening in recognition as we beheld the artifact before us. Without a word spoken between us, we both uttered the name of the piece at the exact same moment, a synchronicity that sent a shiver down my spine.

"The Forgotten Symphony," we said in unison. A soft smile graced Elijah's lips as he turned to me, a twinkle of curiosity shining in his eyes. 

"It seems we share a fondness for this particular piece," he remarked, his voice tinged with intrigue. I nodded eagerly, a warmth spreading through my chest at the realization that we had a shared appreciation for the same piece of art. 

"Yes, it's always been one of my favorites," I replied, my voice filled with excitement. "There's something so hauntingly beautiful about it, don't you think?" Elijah's gaze softened as he looked at me, a hint of vulnerability creeping into his expression. For a moment, he seemed lost in thought, as if lost in the depths of my eyes. And then, with a slight stutter, he began to explain the story behind the artifact. 

"The Forgotten Symphony," he began, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find the right words. "It's... it's a piece that holds a special place in my heart." I watched him intently, my curiosity piqued by his sudden hesitation. 

But before he could continue, I felt a surge of confidence wash over me, a desire to help him in any way that I could. And so, without missing a beat, I picked up where he had left off, recounting the tale of the Forgotten Symphony with passion and fervor.

"It's a piece that tells the story of lost love and longing," I explained, my voice steady and sure. "A symphony left unfinished, a melody that echoes through the ages, reminding us of the power of love and the pain of loss." As I spoke, I could feel Elijah's eyes on me, his gaze softening with each word that fell from my lips. And when I finally finished, there was a moment of silence between us. 

And then, with a slight blush staining his cheeks, Elijah turned away, his mysterious demeanor returning in full force. But I could see the hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips, a silent acknowledgment of the bond that had formed between us in that fleeting moment. 

"Now I understand why, your professor was so eager for us to meet."

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[dreamerwitches]

Ahh magireco is gone now... it bought us a lot of good witches, especially with the introduction of doppels that just meant more witch content XD I know I dont talk about them often but I do also love the Uwasa and Kimochi. Their designs are all very good

I'm struggling to pick a fave witch... hm... there are so many good ones from the original 12. Maybe Shin or Candy?

My favourite anime witch is of course Ichizo because she's beautiful but I have a soft spot for Boxwood cause she's silly!!

My fave doppel is probably still Sylvie, Ikumi's. So spooky while still being adoooorable!

[paramedicabroad]

Colchic Rainforests and Wetlands

Tucked away in the misty, emerald-hued landscapes of western Georgia lies a natural paradise like no other—the Colchic Rainforests and Wetlands, a UNESCO World Heritage Site since 2021. This extraordinary region is a rare window into ancient ecosystems, where time seems to stand still and nature reigns supreme. A blend of dense, subtropical forests and vibrant wetlands, it’s a treasure trove of biodiversity and a haven for nature enthusiasts.

The Colchic Rainforests are among the oldest in Europe, dating back over 25 million years. These primeval forests survived the Ice Ages, preserving a lush ecosystem that feels almost otherworldly. Walking through these rainforests is like stepping into a natural time capsule, where towering oaks, chestnuts, and hornbeams create a verdant canopy above a vibrant undergrowth of mosses, ferns, and wildflowers.

Designated as one of the world’s most significant biodiversity hotspots, the Colchic region is home to an astonishing variety of plants and animals, many of which are endemic. From the elusive Caucasian leopard to rare bird species like the Dalmatian pelican, the region is a wildlife lover’s dream. It’s also a sanctuary for unique flora, including the ancient Colchic boxwood and endemic rhododendrons.

The wetlands of the Colchic region are no less remarkable. Spanning lakes, peat bogs, and marshes, these ecosystems play a vital role in regulating the local climate and water cycle. The shimmering Paliastomi Lake and the intricate network of rivers and lagoons are teeming with life, from migratory birds to amphibians and fish. Birdwatchers, in particular, will delight in the spectacle of flocks soaring over the wetlands.

This World Heritage Site encompasses several protected areas, including the Kolkheti National Park, Mtirala National Park, and the Kintrishi Protected Areas. These reserves offer well-maintained trails, boardwalks, and observation points, making it easier than ever to explore this pristine wilderness while ensuring its conservation.

Steeped in mythology, the region is said to be the land of Colchis, home to the Golden Fleece from the tale of Jason and the Argonauts. It’s fascinating to think that these ancient forests and wetlands may have inspired one of the most famous legends of Greek mythology. The rich history and folklore add a layer of magic to the natural splendor of the Colchic landscapes.

The Colchic Rainforests and Wetlands earned their UNESCO status for their outstanding ecological and geological value. They represent an ancient and unique ecosystem that has evolved in isolation over millennia, offering a vital refuge for countless species. Their preservation is not just important for Georgia but for the planet as a whole.

For those yearning to experience this green paradise, the Colchic Rainforests and Wetlands offer a variety of activities. You can trek through misty forest trails, paddle through wetlands by kayak, or simply bask in the tranquility of nature. The best time to visit is spring or autumn, when the landscapes are at their most vibrant.

The Colchic Rainforests and Wetlands are more than just a natural wonder—they’re a reminder of the resilience and beauty of our planet’s ecosystems. They serve as a call to protect and cherish the delicate balance of life on Earth.🌲✨🇬🇪

[reevezs]

//closed starter for @pleinsdemuses

He couldn't tell how it all started and whose idea it was, he didn't remember how they had managed to put this group together. After a few weeks and thousands of messages in a constantly growing group chat, they were finally ready. The group of eight people who would be responsible for different aspects of the game met not so far from their destination. The hospital's building was still hidden behind the trees and they wouldn't see it almost until the last moment before they reached the fence with a big sign that read Do Not Enter. A sign they would obviously ignore. The next thing they would notice had to be the building's beautiful Tudor Gothic architecture, breathtaking but eerie, and a forgotten maze of roses and boxwoods that once looked impeccable to greet the patients. But that's obviously not what they all crossed the country for.

"It's gonna be fun, can't fail at making a game you have lived, right?" One of the guys mused as they started their little hike to the hospital. "Go to a haunted place, spend a night there... I mean, what better way to get the inspo?"

That guy was responsible for the sound effects and music and was more excited than anyone else; the fifth person to join the original trio along with a certain someone who made the blue-haired programmer opt out. In the proggramer's defense, working with someone who happened to be his ex sounded like a survival game in itself. He left the group as soon as his ex became their character designer... But then returned when a friend of a friend recommended a beautiful brunette as the main character's voice actress and she accepted the invitation.

He shouldn't have been trusted with her picture and the seemingly tiny detail that helped him figure out where she worked - he broke a few rules the group was so obsessed with by visiting her workplace and chatting with the girl on her break. Of course, he didn't tell her who he was when she began rambling about a crazy indie game project that starts with the whole team going to an allegedly haunted place. When? In two weeks, as long as they find someone to fill in for the guy who unexpectedly left the group. He knew damn well he was the guy who abandoned the ship and, hearing the voice so sweet he might have instantly fallen in love with, thought he would gladly return just to spend more time with her.

Half an hour before the sunset, fashionably and much on purpose late, he joined them with two others just when the group was about to turn a blind eye to the huge red sign that's supposed to keep the people off the property. The three missing pieces of the whole greeted the group, but one of them focused his gaze on the brunette, aware that his blue hair stood out enough for her to recognize her customer from two weeks prior.

Someone waved him over, audibly relieved to see their programmer back. "Rio, get your ass here! I thought you fucking abandoned the project again! Let's check if we've got everything we need and regroup. We wanna get inside the building before the sunset."

[domoz]

A drabble prompt: hashirama gardening

On the one hand, there's this, on the other I think Hashirama and co casually chilling with giant insects as though they were cats is really good.

"Hashirama, darling."

Hashirama ducks his head, wondering if he'll be able to pretend he hadn't heard his wife calling him. She only uses that tone when she's really annoyed with him.

A hand lands on his shoulder and he starts. She snuck up on him! Definitely mad.

"…Yes, Mito, dearest?"

He turns to look up at his with his most winning smile, which has never, not once, worked on his beautiful wife, but he always tries.

"Do you remember how we talked about how, lovely as your garden is, you need to keep it outside?"

Hashirama blinks. Looks around. Looks up -- they are in the garden, and as far as he can tell, they are also outside.

"…Yes?"

She smiles at him, reaches out to clasp his hand between her own. Wordlessly, he lets her tug him to his feet and back to the house. The boxwood was getting a little tired of being pruned anyways.

They don’t actually get far enough inside to have to remove their shoes. Mito slides open the door and waits, eyes on him.

"Oh!" He laughs nervously, "Uh. I'm sure if you leave it alone, it won't bother you?"

The centipede is only about a meter long, and Hashirama is reasonably certain that the venom this kind has isn't particularly dangerous.

Mito does not look very impressed.

"How do you feel," She asks, "About making a special garden. One a little further away from the house."