#Cool Mist

[fashions356]

💧 Ultrasonic Water Drip Humidifier - Cool Mist & Aromatherapy Diffuser ,...

[wickedzeevyln]

The Gift of Inner Peace

For the mighty tree of peace is deeply rooted within. Your thoughts seek the soothing sound away from the troubled world, for a time. Let the water stream in your mind’s galaxy dance like a whispered melody through the tranquil air. Each drop cascades in harmony, a soft percussion that lulls the senses into a state of peaceful serenity. The rhythmic flow creates a symphony of nature, a seamless…

[lindamarieansonsnaps]

[arc-hus]

Wulingshan Eye Stone Spring, Chengde, China - Vector Architects

[tategaminu]

Artway To Arc 3 #1: Photoshoot!

Commision I did in december for @mistwatchestdp, it was really fun. Getting a rayllum commision added 10 years to my life span, thanks Mist!

Artway To Arc 3 (name idea by kati-corn) will be a TDP drawing challenge where I post weekly until Arc 3 is confirmed, (you can join and use the tag if you want to, no need to be deranged like moi and post weekly tho lol)

[mia-nina-lilly]

Reasons why I still like Tamlin and prefer him over Rhysand and I always will, day 10:

Let's talk again about Feyre learning to read.

- Tamlin offered her help. When that help was refused, Tamlin backed off and allowed Feyre the space to try on her own as she wished. When he realized that she was still having difficulty with some words, he wrote a short poem to help her finally grasp the meaning and spelling - a playful way.

- Rhysand, on the other hand, forced her to do it his way. Feyre had no choice, no agency over what and how to learn. No, instead, learning to read and write – something from her to herself – became yet another way to massage the ego of Prythian's star boy.

- Ps.: It is always important to remember: "the most handsome High Lord", instead of the girl's name.

[ser-i-vant]

my personal rough attempt at trying to figure out what the hell these guys look like. shared for the world to see

[silverskye13]

Ronnie the Crusader

[astralhope]

Utopia protecting and worrying about Astral

[in-asterism]

"strongest sky"

[mistgardens]

I made a quick drawing of mariachi sinclair cause memes aside the glowing stuff kinda slays...

[twstinginthewind]

🦇 - I wanna hear your Vampy thoughts

It is a cold, damp night, and you wrap your coat around you snugly as you walk home from the train station. Your evening out had gone longer than you expected, but at least you managed to pick up the last train back. There were no taxis at the station, though, and your phone already died, so forget about scheduling a ride.

At least the rain had slowed down. Streetlights reflected on the empty moisture-slicked streets, and fog hung in the air like clouds descending to the surface, thick and imposing.

Ordinarily - from behind glass, while armed with a warm drink and a blanket - you might even find this kind of weather to be cozy. Ordinarily, though, you wouldn't have to walk a couple of miles in it, in rapidly dampening shoes and coat, your hair sticking to the sides of your face. Under a streetlight, you pause. You try and adjust your coat for better coverage, and push your hair away from where it's stuck to your forehead and temples.

And then you hear it.

A single, clear giggle drifts through the air. Your head snaps up. Is someone making fun of me?, you think defensively, looking around for the source of the laughter.

Nothing.

The mist drifts around you, carried by the shifts in the air currents made my your movements, but that is the only thing you see on the otherwise deathly-still street. No follow-up laugh, either; just the muted sounds of dripping, trickling moisture all around. No sign of where anything like that would have come from.

Despite being tempted to call out, you continue silently on your walk, tiny swirls of fog being kicked up with your every step. The fog is getting thicker as the night gets chillier, and you feel a bit like it wants to center itself around you.

Nothing like a bit of pointless paranoia to spice up a miserable midnight stroll, right? You huff and start to pick up your pace, wet shoes squelching against the pavement. And then, there it is again, no louder than the dull squish of shoe against sidewalk; a bright, short giggle.

Fine. Fine, if someone thinks your soggy walk home is so funny, let them laugh. Have fun, random weirdo, you mean nothing to me. You make a face, huddling inside your coat, and keep walking. The night suddenly feels about five degrees colder - or is it just your nerves?

Probably the latter, as your spine turns to ice when you hear, far too close to your ear, "What's the matter, Shrimpy. Don't you wanna stop and play with me?"

Despite the fear, you whirl around, making the mist billow and curl around you. No one was there. No sign of anyone, except that infuriating giggle, which now seemed to be swirling around you.

You are NOT having this right now. Fear, cold, and soggy shoes will not hold you back. You run. And as you run, the fog builds and builds around you. The usually semi-familiar streets become more and more unrecognizable. You try and keep track of where you are, but with no landmarks or signs visible, you find yourself taking a wrong turn or five, and you are suddenly in a part of town you don't recognize. You come to a stop, panting and coughing, trying to ease the burning in your chest. You look around. Are you finally alone?

Up ahead of you, a light becomes visible, shining through the otherwise impenetrable fog. Maybe someone out walking their dog, or a night watchman, or something - it could be help. You start towards it, a comforting glowing golden beacon in this dismal night.

... that little light seems awfully high up for a flashlight, you think as you draw close, and then it blinks. And then there's two eyes, one shining gold, one warm olive-brown. And just as quickly, there's a mouthful of sharp, needle-like teeth. And then there's pain. And the laughter again.

And just as suddenly, silence overtakes everything. And the fog pulls away from where you had been, revealing just a pair of wet shoes on the sidewalk.

[arc-hus]

Pavilion Reserva, Santa Fe, Mexico - HEMAA

https://www.loopdesignawards.com/project/pabellon-de-la-reserva/

[enden-k]

also i finally FINALLY got aalto and i think its safe to say he is my fav character fr hghhg

[mia-nina-lilly]

Reasons why I still like Tamlin and prefer him over Rhysand and I always will, day 16:

- Tamlin has been trying to change his court for the better, to make it a safe space for everyone who lives there because apparently, previously, the place was the same or worse than Autunm.

- Meanwhile, in Hewn City it is still legal to parade nearly naked in public and, on top of that, break a man's arm for acting in accordance with the image he is seeing.

- Ps: And in Velaris you cannot look at the sky in peace.