#Fairy Meadows cabins

[kumrattourism]

🌲 Discover the Magic of Fairy Meadows – A Trekker’s Dream

Fairy Meadows, located at the base of the mighty Nanga Parbat (the ninth highest mountain in the world), is a true paradise for trekkers and nature enthusiasts. Known for its stunning alpine scenery, lush green meadows, and jaw-dropping views of Nanga Parbat’s snow-covered peak, Fairy Meadows offers a magical experience like no other. This secluded spot in the Gilgit-Baltistan region of Pakistan…

[artndetails]

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[leahnardo-da-veggie]

The Smile of Misfortune

Alone by the lake, the girl watches the moon. It glitters against the rippling water, swaying in a grand waltz. The night is cool, wind ruffling the trees, cicadas and fireflies abuzz. 

Cold water laps at her sneakers. If there had been light, the water would have been stained. But it is not, and so the truth is hidden. How fortunate for the girl. 

Her fingers dig into fluffed up soil, dirt and worse caked beneath her nails. It is almost the witching hour, she thinks to herself. What magic shall she see then? Centaurs? Fairies darting between the trees? Some ancient god of the forest meandering down a deer track?

She lies back, staring up at the stars. How unfortunate of them to be trapped up there, she thinks. How unfortunate of her to be trapped down here. She smiles a secret smile, thinking of misfortunes.

They say there is a star for each person who has died. The girl searches and searches, but she cannot find a new twinkle in the sky. They lie, but she does not mind that. She rather likes lies, as a matter of fact.

Her clothes are a mess, encrusted with filth. When she returns to her little cabin, no amount of scrubbing will save them. She shall have to burn it all. The girl thinks that is a shame.

Oh, but what does it matter? She laughs, a deep bubbling sound that rushes through her chest and escapes her mouth like a pistol's bullets, splashing into the air like blood's fine splatter, soaking into the very earth and staining it blood red. The sound reflects what the light will not, the girl thinks to herself.

She gets up from her seat. The upturned soil is flattened there. Regrettable that she had not thought to preserve the grass, but no one could be perfect. At least, not by telling the truth.

The girl does not look behind as she walks away, skipping through the meadow. If she had, she might have seen the fairies, red and blue against the darkness of the trees, and the siren that was no fairy at all.

She hums cheerfully to herself, trailing her fingers against the weathered bark of the trees. The fireflies dart out of her way as she passes, ever-wary of the great beast that brings death. It only serves to make her spring more boisterous.

She stops by her fateful clearing. It's her favourite, always flowering and fruitful. The trees still slightly wet from her previous fun, and the girl makes a note to bring a bucket. Darkness only lasted so long, after all, and she had no wish to go out with the dawn like a vampire. 

Her cabin is deep in the woods, isolated and lonely. It is no place for a girl to live, and she considers moving out. It would be fun to see more of the world, she thinks. Perhaps she could sail a boat out upon the deep blue sea, where secrets sunk like corpses, never to be seen again. Perhaps she could stay in the suburbs, the home of a thousand prosaic serial killers. Perhaps-

The sirens finally reach her ears, and the girl startles. The witching hour is over, she thinks. It is no longer evil's time.

She runs.

Behind her, she can hear the pounding of feet against the forest floor. There is a chopper overhead, cutting the air up with the same ease of a butcher preparing a hunk of meat. The girl thinks that perhaps she might make it, though her breath comes in great shuddering gasps. The girl wonders if this is how the pigeons feel when she chases them through the forest, if this is how the ants cry out as she crushes them. The girl knows she will not make it.

And so she turns around and raises her hands in the air. She knows how to deal with the Fae. Do not give them her true name, do not take what is offered, do not meet their gaze. She smiles the smile of the misfortunate, and curses the flashlights they brought with them.

They scan the clearing, light betraying her precious secrets with the red of sin. Cold iron burns her skin in clinking cuffs, and the sirens wail their song all the while. 

She bemoans the cold water that has lapped at her sneakers, for it has stained her to the bone,  and the truth is unhidden.

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[schrodingerscollective]

Here is our mind palace! We made this using Inkarnate - we used the free version which is pretty limited, however we were still able to do a lot with the free tools through some creativity and the layout is really nice! Lore dump under the cut:

I'm (Parker) gonna be talking about this along with Redfang, so we'll indicate who's talking by our names. Also, our inner world isn't sentient and not nearly as tangible as some other mind palaces, so we don't have a lot of lore and most areas aren't that detailed, however we're working on that! Also, we use the terms "headspace," "inner world" interchangeably (though I like to call it our mind palace as you can see lol) Ok, I'll go first!

Parker: My home is labelled "Parker's Tent," which is pretty much what it sounds like :) it's a HUGE tent, kinda like the ones kids dream about and it's super cool! There's lots of pillows and stuff and it's built a little bit off the ground with wooden panels (like, there's a big square platform that raises up like half a meter off the ground and the platform slopes down to meet the ground on all sides, and the tent is on that), and sometimes I just sit by the river bank outside and chill.

Then there's Wild's treehouse! It's built in a massive tree and has like a balcony all around in a circle (that's what the wooden circle under the tree in the map is) and inside there's lots of books and a hammock high up and the windows are really high up and you can see so many things! There's wooden panels that go up the side of the trunk to make a ladder, but Wild doesn't use it that much since he has wings most of the time.

There's also Nova's cabin (it's covered by trees and mist on the map because there were NO stamps that looked even remotely like a cabin lol), which is very rustic and cool :) the wood is all dark and the lights are warm and there's some awesome plants! I think they have some venus flytraps in there, but I don't know what the other ones are. There's also a circular wooden slab like the one Toothless lies on in HTTYD for Fennec (he/him), though it has some blankets and pillows and other stuff. Fennec is one of the oldest headmates in our system and works similarly to a Daemon (and is happy to be called a Daemon)! He usually appears as a brown dragon, though he's getting more comfortable changing forms to other animals so he doesn't use it all the time. He's very nice!

Redfang: I don't want to disclose much of Paint's cubby (indicated by the tree stump as there wasn't an appropriate sticker), however I will say that it's a very elaborate kid's cubby. It looks like a mushroom house and there are patches of gardens outside; the air is very peaceful.

The "little guy department," is what my headmates call the camp the warrior cats live in. It's situated in a small set of caves behind a waterfall, however I can't say much about it as they usually keep to themselves and I don't go over that way a lot. I don't even know how many of them there are, though they seem nice enough.

Then there's my den. The entrance is along the side of a small cliff, and my home is a decently sized cave that sits just below ground level. There are some pelts on the floor but not much else as I mostly go there to sleep. There's a small meadow outside my den, and when fireflies appear in the inner world some nights, a few will crawl inside my den. They don't bother me and I don't bother them, but I do think their lights are rather pretty.

Second last is the fairy door, which is likely the oldest part of the headspace and has a function different to anything we've seen in other system's headspaces. It was inspired by the small children's fairy door toy(?), however our fairy door is the size of a normal door and sits on the side of a tree trunk. Ours also opens, so there's that too. There's nothing inside as we don't have a fronting room - when we're fronting, we're just... in the body. And when we're not, we're in headspace. We don't often have use of it as forces unknown usually dictate who fronts, however it's very useful to have a visual when someone is actively trying to get in or out of front. The fairy door is on a small island, which you can cross by using the stepping stones.

The last area is the campfire, which is the group meeting place. The paths connecting all our homes also connect to the campfire, and we go there for meetings but also just for fun. We eat marshmallows, some folks fish and when it gets cold, we light the campfire (contrary to popular belief, the marshmallow-eating is not dependent on the lighting of the campfire).

That's about it. Parker has since left the building (brain) while I wrote my part, so I'm not sure how he wanted to end this post. I suppose I hope this is interesting to some of you? Feel free to ask any questions, we'd be more than happy to answer.

[l4v3nd3r-bl00d]

i thought i'd do an updated introduction post since i’ve been so inactive, so new mutuals/followers can know more about me!😊❤️

my name is kittie, i am 18, i have been diagnosed with autism & adhd since i was 15 (important to know because it explains why i am the way that i am lol) i don’t mind what pronouns you use for me, literally any are fine. i am just a person. 😁

i first started collecting violet exacts in 2019 however my collection has grown pretty slowly since i can’t hold down a job because disability.. disables. 🥲😭💔

i enjoy old things quite a lot, at the moment my main areas of interest are in: gothic architecture, silent film era (georges méliès films are my fav), skeleton keys, children’s books & toys from the 40s-70s, taxidermy, postcards, and vintage fashion/lingerie from the 40s-70s.

i also cosplay, i just don’t post it on the internet very much, my favourite anime are: kamisama kiss, vampire knight, nana, paradise kiss, love live, k-on, the future diary and chobits.

my main/oldest special interest is japanese fashion subcultures! (lolita, mori kei, fairy kei, dolly kei and cult party kei to be specific)

i don’t game regularly but my favourite games/game franchises are: american mcgees alice & madness returns, fran bow, sally face, little misfortune, stray, silent hill, elder scrolls, resident evil, skyrim, bloodborne, life is strange, the walking dead, the last of us and batman: arkham knight.

some of my favourite shows/movies: ahs (obviously), the office, dexter, the walking dead, its always sunny in philadelphia, lost, kamikaze girls, ghost world, sharp objects, wayne, a series of unfortunate events(both the series and the movie), gummo, ginger snaps, donnie darko, twin peaks, black mirror, and every wes anderson, tim burton and a24 project ever.

okay now here is a dump of all of my fav albums because i feel it’s very telling

blonde redhead - misery is a butterfly & 23

scarling - sweet heart dealer & so long, scarecrow

air - le voyage dans la lune & talkie walkie

oingo boingo - only a lad

brennan wedl - holy water branch

daniel johnson - hi how are you

teen suicide - dc snug film/ waste yrself & i will be my own hell

fox academy - luxury beverage

sidney gish - no dogs allowed

s.maharba - s.maharba

mcr - i brought you my bullets, you brought me your love & three cheers for sweet revenge

katie jane garside - lullabies in a glass wilderness

roar - impossible animals & i’m not here to make friends

candy claws - ceres and calypso in the deep time

imogen heap - speak for yourself

ricky eat acid - three love songs

dandelion hands - bleak week

catatonia - equally cursed and blessed

mort garson - mother earths plantasia

black box recorder - england made me

lady radiator - bounce energy hear me out

coma cinema - posthumous release

color filter - sleep in a synchrotron & i often think in music

jenny01 - jenny01 best & cluster

otto benson - songs before bed

marysgate - special memory

fear before the march of flames - the always open mouth & odd how people shake

the avalanches - since i left you

elysian fields - queen of the meadow & ghosts of no

leslie gore - i’ll cry if i want to

my bloody valentine - loveless

smashing pumpkins - siamese dream & mellon collie and the infinite sadness

jack off jill - clear hearts grey flowers

colour filter - sleep in a synchrotron

elliot smith - xo

panic at the disco - a fever you can’t sweat out & pretty odd

maple bee - chasing eva & home

nastyona - another secret

heartsrevolution - kitsune hearts japan

rasputina - transylvanian regurgitations &cabin fever

chris vrenna - american mcgees alice

queenadreena - taxidermy

bunny boy - Shelly & the bunny tree & did the angels come to kiss you

hole - live through this & celebrity skin

akira yamaoka - silent hill 2

hooky - something to look forward to

jack stauber - micro pop & pop food

satanicpornocultshop - arkhaiomelisidonophunikheratos

sparklehorse - its a wonderful life

susumu yokota - symbol

every album by the cure ever

i’m not very interesting so i don’t have a whole lot to say about myself on a personal level, i just like to share the media that i enjoy lol. don't be shy to message me if u ever wanna talk, especially about anything music, fashion or fandom related, just a heads up though that i sometimes really suck at replying(i apologise in advance)🥲

here are links to my other social media if you want to follow me elsewhere, though all personal accounts, not violet or ahs related.

tiktok: https://www.tiktok.com/@kittiebot?_t=8pZwtHs5DjU&_r=1

instagram: https://www.instagram.com/kittiebot13621?igsh=MnFpbzlpaWo0enpn&utm_source=qr

pinterest: https://pin.it/4Rlko08SX

spotify: https://open.spotify.com/user/qenp8br378218on2h77lzldq8?si=-sS3g8ATQECdosiCSmBVyw

- kittie😇❤️

[dominimoonbeam]

Bite to Bruise - 31

This work is mine and I do not give consent for my works to be used, copied, published, or posted without my permission. I am sharing chapters as I work on this story but it is copyrighted material that I plan to rework and publish when completed.

story tags: modern-fantasy mashup, werewolves, witches, monsters, romance, learning to trust, hurt/comfort, blood, violence, explicit sex, explicit language

The earlier parts can be found under the tag or over on patreon. <3

BITE TO BRUISE - CHAPTER 31.

Oscar stood in her sad little cabin and doubted he was in the right place. It was a simple structure, a new door on an old hut. The interior had been tossed but the belongings were still there. Quilts and fairy lights. Tchotchkes and videogames. This could not be the home of the scryer he knew.

He supposed it wasn’t.

This was the hiding place of Wren, the witch no one had been able to find despite decades of searching.

He had never really known Bellamy, not even as colleague or competitor.

The coin on the delicate chain dangling from his fingers swayed in larger and larger arches toward the door.

Oscar followed, taking measured steps from the cabin into the snowy meadow, toward the trees. This was pack territory. He was human, so he wasn’t likely to be noticed as any sort of threat, but he couldn’t stay long. He just needed to see if she was still there or get an idea of where she had gone.

Oscar trudged through the snow from that pathetic cabin to the edge of the valley.

It was a strange place for a witch to hide, wasn’t it? Between a deep wood that was as good as a wall against her back, and a stretch of open land home to a pack of fenrir at the border of Doglands.

Strange, and maybe brilliant.

It had worked, hadn’t it?

How long had Wren been a missing person? How long had Baron been offering a king’s ransom for that little witch?

Oscar stood among the last line of trees and looked at the house, smoke curling from the chimney. The old coin went still and he knew she was there. His heart clenched in his chest, wishing despite all his efforts to find her, that she had run farther.

The backdoor opened like she sensed him in return. Maybe she had. She was a witch, after all, not a watered-down magic wielder like himself.

It was bad luck that the hounds caught up to her scent when Oscar found her, but he was getting used to dealing with bad luck.

They didn’t howl, collared dogs never did, but the ones in this valley sure as hell howled in response to their arrival.

Oscar took a step back.

The hounds wouldn’t make it out of the valley. They wouldn’t bring her back to Baron or even get word back to the leech about where she was hiding. But Oscar knew.

He turned his back on the scene, the hounds still closing in on her with teeth bared.

He left. He needed to turn this bad luck into fortune… for him, anyway.

-

Her breath shivered out of her, forming in the air.

The fenrir raced toward her. It was a ragged looking beast, big like all others of their kind but thin, somehow making paws and head seem larger—more monster than beast.

“Don’t,” Bellamy exhaled. She wanted to retreat back into the house, to close the door and hide, but she couldn’t do that. She couldn’t let them touch this house. She couldn’t let them touch anyone.

Her fingers twisted in the chains and pendants around her neck, her legs dragging her steps closer rather than away. Her knees pushed at the powder snow. “Don’t,” she called louder, coughing the plea and wincing at the jangle of their collars rattling against her heart.

She squeezed the pendant in her palm until the edge dug in hard, reminding herself of this body and this moment.

Another howl rang out in the valley. Pack was responding to the threat of fenrir that shouldn’t be there. They had been moving inside the edge of the woods until now, hiding themselves as best as they could while rooting out her scent there among the trees. From the edge of her senses, she felt one of Ever’s pack coming from the northern side of the house. Sky.

He wouldn’t get there before the hound reached her.

He didn’t have to.

Bellamy winced.

Don’t do this.

Don’t make me do this.

Don’t.

The snow swirled around her, no longer obeying the wind but some new unseen master, twirling around her and pulling her hair across her shoulders.

There was a reason no one had ever found her, and it wasn’t just because she’d found a good place to hide.

The hound was close enough for her to hear its ragged breath, labored and wheezing even as it pounded toward her, teeth snapping at bitter air like they hadn’t felt meat in ages. They wreaked of hunger, but it wasn’t their stomach that was empty. The fenrir wasn’t smoke and bone and teeth for lack of protein and fat. They were withering under that collar because no fenrir could survive as a bound creature. It was their soul that was starving, and no amount of meat would ever stop that wasting.

She had never killed a fenrir before.

The wind rushed in toward her from all directions as easily as inhaling.

She held it tight, a storm in her throat, and then she swallowed.

Her skin hummed and she felt the earth beneath the snow and ice, full of thin grass roots and pebbles. It felt like flexing, like shifting the bones in her back and making room for something inside.

The ground shook and the hound tumbled in those last steps toward her, sucked down with a thin yelp. Plumes of snow swirling high into the air in the wake of the beast, like a breath exhaled from a gaping maw beneath.

There was a split second of stillness when she could only hear the frantic pounding of the fenrir’s poisoned heart under the ground, the cold dirt packed so tightly they couldn’t even kick. The wolf shifted back to human near the end, making room and struggling to the bitter end.

The quiet that followed almost made her vomit.

And then the second hound came leaping through the snow-filled air, a shadow with yellow eyes and gaping jaws.

An arm curled around her from behind, lifting and pulling her back just as Sky came barreling from the side. He was much larger than the hound, hitting them in the ribs and tackling them into the snow with a splash of red.

Ever still had an arm around her, pivoting her back toward the house where he’d come from with a growl rumbling in his chest. He let her go and shifted.

The hound was scrawny but fought to kill…or maybe they fought to die. It was hard to know with hounds. When it was done, there was more red than white behind the house.

The pack spread out, searching the territory for any other intruders.

Bellamy walked through the tracks in the snow, red ice gathering on her boots until she stood over the ravaged body of the intruder. The man had shifted back to human in his death, the snow melting in puddles of thick blood around his body.

She told herself it wasn’t her fault, the way she always did when someone found her.

The pack found the trail of a human in the woods and in her cabin, but he was long gone.

She nodded at the information, stepping back from the body and ready to go inside when she heard the chime of a phone.

One of the wolves left behind while the others went to scout the area growled at the body, as if it would revive like a shade.

Bellamy forced herself to step closer and crouch, digging cold fingers into the stiff denim of his pocket.

It rang louder—one of those factory setting chimes on a phone with no screen. She stared at it in her hand.

Her heart pounded.

She felt the ghost of his lips on her hand, his teeth against the delicate bone of her finger.

It was him.

She knew it and it took all her will not to throw the phone as far from her body as she could.

She had to remind herself that he wasn’t calling her. He was calling his dog. He had no idea.

Bellamy hit answer and held the phone to her ear.

Dead silence greeted her.

Shade silence.

It could be anyone. But she knew it was him.

There was a subtle change to that quiet, a breath caught before a breath was taken. Could he hear her heart beating? Could he— “Wren?”

Tears blurred her vision. Suddenly she was small and trapped all over again. Why had he done this? He was supposed to be her friend and her keeper and her family. He had made promises of safety and love. He and his shades had been all she’d known—all she’d had. He’d said she was precious. He’d brushed her hair and put her to bed a thousand times.

“Wren,” he said her name again and she could hear his smile cutting the letters out like a razorblade.

“Why?” she whispered back.

He sighed like he was relieved, like he had missed her, but she knew that wasn’t it. “I was worried you had died. I’ve been looking for you.”

She closed her eyes and squeezed the phone to keep from throwing it away from herself. He sounded exactly the same. He would look exactly the same too. Baron was immortal. He had all the time in the world.

“Where have you been?” he asked, his voice dripping with happiness and concern.

Wren opened her eyes and looked down at the dead man on the ground, the rail-thin wolf with a collar that had cut lines into his neck over decades of captivity. Baron cared for no one. He was a child abusing his toys and his pets with the knowledge that there would always be new ones.

“Are you going to be good and come home, sweetheart? I promise it’ll be different this time.”

She held her breath. Yes. It would be different. He wouldn’t have to pretend they were friends this time. How much restraint had it taken for him to wait those years to take her finger? How much of her would he take the moment he got his hands on her this time?

“Are you—”

“If you come for me, I will destroy you.”

The silence was deep and she could see his expressions in her mind’s eye—surprise rippling with waves of fury that turned swiftly into excitement. “Oh, stupid fae… You don’t have the power to kill me. Nothing short of a god could do that deed. And you, for all your lovely gifts, are no god. Time itself could take you.”

“There are other ways to destroy someone, Baron. Forget about me and I—”

“I will never forget you,” he snapped, voice rising for the first time.

Wren jerked despite all her efforts not to. She choked back terror and swallowing hard to keep it down. Her whole body shook, tears burning treasonous tracks down her cheeks. It was the same fear she’d felt as a child. Deep and unreasonable.

“I can’t forget,” he snarled. “And I will never forgive you, witch. You will pay. In this life and in the next. I will hunt you and raise you and eat you over and over. You will pay for what you took from me. As you said, there are other ways to destroy someone, and I don’t plan to kill you quickly. I will keep you alive and take you a piece at a time. I will blind you and cut out your cursing tongue. You will be the fucking centerpiece of my table for the next hundred years, Wilhelm!”

Wilhelm?

What the fuck?

Wren clenched the phone in her hand. “I don’t know what you’re talking about…” she whispered, his breath ragged and slowly settling on the other end of the line. “I never did anything to you.” Aside from that time she brought a house down on him…

“You always say that.” Another breath and he was back to his usual self. “No matter. You can keep running. I will find you. Tell me, Cinderella, how much soot is there on your fingers? Has it reached the second digit? The knuckle?”

She glanced at her hand involuntarily. The ink was past her knuckles now, spreading onto the back of her hand and the top of her palm. She remembered now, the tiniest tip of black on her fingers the day everything changed. He had seen it, and his voice had twisted with those subtle, horrible notes of rage and hunger that had always been there, always been who he was, but never loud enough for her to hear. She heard it now. “You’re mad.”

“I’m fucking furious,” he corrected. “And you can keep running but it will only make it worse. You owe a debt and it will be paid in agony.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do anything to you. I don’t even know you!”

He smiled around his words when he replied, “It doesn’t matter what you know. You can’t hide forever. I will get you.”

She shivered, teeth clattering once before she could clamp down her jaw.

Baron hummed on the other end of the line. “Winter, is it? I think we’re closer than I realized… Are you hiding underfoot, rabbit?”

“Fuck you,” she hissed and hung up.

She shook all over and it wasn’t because of the cold soaking through her skin down into her bones. It was the fear and the fact that he was going to find her. Sooner or later. Baron would find her and she didn’t doubt his threats. He was going to blind her and cut out her tongue. He was going to devour her slowly and make a game of punishing her. For running? For being a witch? Or for someone else’s crimes? It wouldn’t matter when she was being torn apart.

Bellamy didn’t realize she’d started walking until she heard the wolf in the valley howling nervously behind her.

She dropped the phone and started running for the woods. The ground under the snow shuddered through her senses with every step, urging her forward—calling her to safety.

The trees cast deep shadows and creaked in all directions despite the lack of wind. She didn’t stop at her meadow or her cabin. She kept going, toward the deep. There was only one place Baron could not follow—one place that no one could follow.

Her run stumbled when the ground under the snow dipped and she slid down to the rocky shore of the river. The snow and ice had encroached on the edge of the river on her side, but only on her side. The other was untouched, dark green depths of trees and soft ground outside of turning weather and time.

There was a hum of life in that deep wood calling to her, not all with ill intent but none truly familiar.

Wren scrambled to her feet and toward the snowy bank, eyeing the frosty stones and wondering if she could walk them or if she’d have to wade through the clear waters churning chunks of ice.

“Bellamy!” Ever slid down the slope behind her, right in her tracks, one arm already reaching for her.

He eyed the river like a dangerous enemy, his breath forming warm clouds in the air.

She looked at his hand and then down, realizing only then that she was already ankle deep in the stream. She didn’t feel the cold. She only felt the call to run.

A tree cracked in the darkness beyond sight on the other side and a dozen little wings beat away from it.

“Bellamy…” he tried again, voice lower. He was so close that he might be able to grab her before she could get deep enough to be out of reach, but he didn’t seem willing to chance it.

“I can’t stay,” she whispered, only then realizing how much she had wanted to. She had wanted so much to stay with him—to be safe and happy. He was the closest she had ever come to that and it hurt more than she could have imagined. She turned to face him but took fast steps back.

Panic lit up his beautiful face and he rushed forward, reaching, but she was farther and lower, up to her hips in the river. “He won’t stop. He’ll find me.”

More trees cracked, something crawling up from the deep to get closer to them from the other side.

She would take her chances with it. She was ready to choose the monster she didn’t know.

Ever waded into the river, his teeth gritting and his breath hissing from his lungs as that cold water climbed his shins. It hurt him in a way it hadn’t hurt her, but he kept coming. He was following her.

“What… What are you doing?” she shouted, stopping her retreat, the current tugging at her like hands urging her deeper.

“If you have to go,” he ground out the words, teeth chattering and fists balled. “Then we’ll go.”

Bellamy stared. He gained on her, until she could see the goosebumps across his arms. His fists opened when he took her face in his hands, tilting his down to hold her gaze. “If you need to run, we’ll run. If you stay, I will stay with you. You are not going to be alone, Wren.”

The ground on the other side of the river shuddered and shifted as something heavy clawed through the dark toward them.

Ever held her face, his yellow eyes never faltering. He would stay right there with her and meet any danger she chose.

He shivered.

Shame twisted like a knife and she grabbed his wrist, marching back out of the river toward the snowy side—toward home. The ground underfoot hummed, not disappointed but there, always there, waiting for her.

[thegreatimpersonator]

So for our fantasy story you've all decided that Taylor is a colorful fairy with beautiful wings that change with her mood !!!!!! Of course she is. Now, where does she live?

[strawberryfaced]

your blog is like a cozy cabin in a meadow lit with spring sun.

like, strawberries, and huge mugs of hot chocolate, and fairy tale landscapes, and healing.

idk sounds cheesy, but it just seems like such a safe space, man!

AWW THANK U THIS IS SO SWEET WHAT THE FUCK DUDE!!! YOURE AWESOME. im going to smile about this for the rest of the day :)

[theinvisibledoodlewizard]

Quest Poll✨

Re-roll!

Soooo! I have a headache and a cold, but lucky for me y’all ended up giving me a tie so I gotta ask you to revoke between the winners anyway. (Yeah I know I said I wouldn’t do this much. But tie+sick=me lazy and this is pretty much me taking a sick day lol)

Sweeps and Cloud are sitting on the edge of that little river, in between the meadow and forest. And the two options that tied arrrre…

I won’t spoil too much like I did last time I did one of these. I’ll just tell you that both are valid answers. Just depends on how proactive ya wanna be.

I am kinda making notes on how y’all pick your answers. Picking more violent/provocatively will get me to write Sweeps more jumpy and alert, vs picking peaceful/“rest for a minute” type answers will make Sweeps more laid back. Just a lil note!

As for the other answers, I’ll tell you where they would’ve lead if they had won.

Walk back to the cabin: Pretty much the way to pick another path to follow. Still a valid option. Would’ve had Sweeps have a “oooo why am I hereee” thing cause there’s not really much there? But yeah. Mostly set up for “you wanna go a different path?”

There’s a light in the forest, the owner might help us: ok… I don’t mean this judgmentally but… who picked this one and do you know what fairy lights are? If not please look them up, because that’s one of the most nasty monsters in most fantasy things. Ok I’m a cheater, I found out about those things from the Hobbit at age… oh, idk. 5 I think? They were elves in that one, but same principle. Yeah. Don’t go towards random lights in the woods if you’re in a magical fantasy forest. That usually equals a really really bad death. From what I’ve heard. This one was the “let the author pick” choice. Hehe. (Which if you picked it thinking that? WOW you’re smart! :O/gen)

Anyway, imma go get some rest/school done. Hopefully XD byeeee

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Why Coloring is Great for Kids

Coloring encourages:

Creativity: Kids can experiment with colors and bring their own ideas to life.

Focus and Patience: Completing intricate designs helps build concentration.

Fine Motor Skills: Holding crayons, markers, or colored pencils strengthens hand muscles.

Relaxation: Coloring can be calming and stress-relieving for kids.

50 Coloring Page Prompts Your Kids Will Love Here’s a sneak peek at exciting ideas to spark your child’s creativity:

Mythical Creatures

A unicorn prancing in a magical forest.

A graceful mermaid swimming through coral reefs.

A fierce dragon flying over mountains.

Adventure Themes

A pirate steering a ship through stormy seas.

A superhero soaring through the skies.

An astronaut exploring an alien planet.

Animals and Nature

A panda munching on bamboo in a serene forest.

A playful dolphin jumping through waves.

A fox sitting under a starry sky.

Seasonal Fun

A cozy cabin surrounded by winter snow.

A cheerful elf decorating a Christmas tree.

A squirrel gathering acorns in an autumn forest.

Everyday Magic

A ballerina dancing under a spotlight.

A child holding balloons in a sunny park.

A garden filled with butterflies and blooming flowers.

Underwater Wonders

A friendly octopus surrounded by seashells.

A pair of seahorses gliding through kelp.

A majestic whale diving in deep ocean waters.

Fantasy Worlds

A castle guarded by a brave knight.

Fairies dancing in a meadow.

A phoenix rising from fiery flames.

Whimsical Fun

A sloth lounging on a tree branch.

A cheerful hedgehog holding flowers.

A vibrant peacock showing off its feathers.

How to Use These Coloring Pages

Themed Days: Dedicate each day to a different theme, like “Underwater Adventures” or “Mythical Monday.”

Story Creation: Have your kids make up stories about the characters they color.

Family Activity: Join in on the fun! Coloring together is a great way to bond.

Art Gallery: Display completed masterpieces on the fridge or create a mini art gallery.

Where to Find These Coloring Pages

You can find these prompts as ready-to-use coloring pages online, in printable packs, or even create your own designs inspired by these ideas.

Final Thoughts

Coloring isn’t just an activity — it’s an adventure into a world of creativity and imagination. These 50 unique coloring page prompts are perfect for inspiring your little artists and giving them an outlet to explore their colorful ideas.

So, grab some crayons and dive into these imaginative scenes with your kids. Let their creativity run wild, one coloring page at a time!

What’s your child’s favorite theme to color? Let us know in the comments!

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🐈‍⬛ About me 🗡️

Coucou! My name is Bianca (she/they), and I'm 21 years old.

Other facts about me:

🥀 autistic

🥀 black swan Patronus

🥀 Cabin 13

🥀 cat person

🥀 French, Italian, and Korean

🥀 genderfluid

🥀 history student

🥀 Horned serpent

🥀 INTJ

🥀 kins Nico di Angelo and Regulus Black

🥀 Ombrelune

🥀 Slytherin

Fandoms:

🪐 Disney

🪐 Harry Potter

🪐 Les Misérables

🪐 Marauders

🪐 Miraculous Ladybug

🪐 Percy Jackson/Riordanverse

I love:

🖤 advocating for the Hispanic/Latino and Jewish communities

🖤 astronomy

🖤 black cats

🖤 desserts/sweets

🖤 Félix Fathom

🖤 Greek mythology

🖤 history (especially British history)

🖤 jellycat bunnies

I hate:

🌑 ab*sive parents

🌑 bigotry

🌑 Colt Fathom

🌑 disrespecting my boundaries

🌑 inhumanity

🌑 loud noises

🌑 not taking "no" for an answer

🌑 oppressive people

My favourites:

☕️ actor: Timothée Chalamet

☕️ aesthetics: dark academia and goth

☕️ animals: cats, crows, peacocks, rabbits, and swans

☕️ book: Les Misérables

☕️ children's books: Sleepovers and The Worst Thing About My Sister

☕️ classical piece: Salut d'Amour

☕️ colours: black and silver

☕️ countries: Denmark, France, Israel, Italy, Japan, Mexico, Moldova, South Korea, and the United Kingdom

☕️ Disney animal: Marie

☕️ Disney man: Adam/the Beast

☕️ Disney girls/women: Alice and Elsa

☕️ drink: black tea

☕️ films: The Collini Case and The King's Speech

☕️ flower: lily of the valley

☕️ food: sushi

☕️ fruit: peach

☕️ gemstone: amethyst

☕️ Golden Trio era character: Luna Lovegood

☕️ Greek gods: Apollo, Ares, Artemis, Athena, Hades, and Hermes

☕️ Harry Potter next gen character: Scorpius Malfoy

☕️ historical figure: Winston Churchill

☕️ kwami: cat or peacock

☕️ Marauders era characters: Andromeda Black, Barty Crouch Jr., Dorcas Meadowes, James Potter, Narcissa Black, Regulus Black, and Sirius Black

☕️ Miraculous Ladybug characters: Adrien Agreste, Amélie Graham de Vanily, Émilie Agreste, Félix Fathom, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, Nathalie Sancoeur, and Zoé Lee

☕️ mlm ships: Jegulus and Solangelo

☕️ mythical creatures: elves, fairies, mermaids/sirens, and vampires

☕️ place: the Louvre

☕️ planets: Pluto and Uranus

☕️ Riordanverse characters: Bianca di Angelo, Jason Grace, Luke Castellan, Nico di Angelo, Piper McLean, Thalia Grace, and Zoë Nightshade

☕️ Sanrio characters: Chococat and Kuromi

☕️ season: winter

☕️ shows: Chloe's Closet and Miraculous Ladybug

☕️ straight ships: Adrinette, Feligami, and Tedromeda

☕️ superheroes: Argos and Loki

☕️ wlw ship: nobleflower

Q&A:

Q: What's in your bag?

A: Book, charger, compact mirror, hair ties, laptop, snack, star hairclips, and my wallet.

Q: What's your Enneagram?

A: Probably either a 1, 4 or 5. Most INTJs are 1 or 5, but I have high Fi for an INTJ (hence the 4). I thought I was a 1w9 for a while, but apparently I don't have a lot of 9 traits. I might be a 5w4.

Q: Describe your style.

A: The more I stand out, the better! I'm not a T-shirt and sweatpants girly (if anything I don't even own a T-shirt or sweatpants, I'm not even joking).

I usually wear small black tops in the summer and Regulus Black-style sweaters in the winter. I wear a lot of black. I like jeans as much as I like plaid skirts with fishnet tights. I usually wear either black boots or green Converse sneakers.

And accessories and jewelry! Bracelets, caps, earrings, chokers, fingerless gloves, rings, you name them! I feel naked without them. I do only wear silver, though, and never gold. I also wear black nail polish.

Q: What kind of weather do you like?

A: Sunny when I'm outdoors but cloudy/rainy when I'm indoors. Snow is always good. In general, I prefer the cold over the heat.

Q: Would you like to have any children in the future? Do you have a gender preference? If so, what would you like to name them?

A: Only if I meet the right person to raise them with. In the meantime, I'm in the process of healing from some of my parents' ab*se and neglect. Also if I do, I'll only adopt or foster because I don't want to get pregnant.

I don't have a specific gender preference: if anything I want a daughter AND a son. I'm dead-set on the names Amélie and Félix (I haven't thought of second or third names yet). But I'll support them if they end up identifying as transgender and/or choose to go by another name.

Q: What do you see yourself doing in the future?

A: Hopefully continue singing, writing and creating content on social media. I also want to start modeling.

More personally, I want to move out of home, heal my inner child, and be the person I was meant to be before the ab*se.

Q: What's on your wish list?

A: Clothes from Hot Topic, Duusu plush, goth jewelry, jellycat bunnies, more Riordanverse books, plane tickets, platinum blonde skunk streaks in my hair, Slytherin merch, and The Best Sleepover in the World book.

Q: What are your hobbies?

A: I listen to music, read, sing, write, and obviously create content for social media. I would love to re-learn ballet, figure skating, and the piano though, I did them when I was a kid but would love to explore them again.

Q: If you could choose, which kwami would you want?

A: Probably either the butterfly or snake. It would be nice to give power to those who don't have the power, put oppressors under my control, and go back in time to reverse mistakes.

Q: What kind of music do you listen to?

A: Mostly either Disney or musicals - I know the Les Misérables and The Hunchback of Notre-Dame soundtracks by heart. I also listen to classical, opera/operatic pop, and 70s pop.

Q: What do you look for in a significant other?

A: I'd prefer someone who's more different from me than similar: Gryffindor or Hufflepuff, with James Potter and/or Will Solace vibes.

I also think that having the same hobbies/interests is nice, but I wouldn't mind someone who is more sporty, as long as they also like some of the other things I like. After all, I would still want some alone time in a relationship.

I do, however, think that having the same values is very important for a lasting relationship, especially since I care a lot about human rights. For example, I could never date someone who's anti-Zionist - they have to be a Zionist or at least neutral.

Hypothetically, I think blondes are gorgeous, but I usually fall for brunettes. But I'm honestly not picky about looks - I care more about overall vibes, personality, and values.

Q: What's your sexuality?

A: I identify as aroace, with little romantic attraction to men and little sexual attraction to men and women. But I've never been in any kind of relationship, let alone been on a date or kissed anyone, so mostly I just think of myself as aroace.

Q: How do you take your tea?

A: English breakfast tea with one sugar packet.

Q: If you merged the ladybug and cat miraculouses, what would you wish for?

A: In the words of Argos: "a better world, a free world, where no one will be under anyone's control anymore, where no one will be excluded like I was."

Q: Who is a woman you admire?

A: Princess Alice of Battenberg. She was deaf but learned to speak several languages, and helped Jewish refugees escape during the Holocaust.

Q: What would you want to be named if you were a man?

A: Adrien. It means "dark," which I feel like suits me.

Boundaries:

♟️ableism/antisemitism/homophobia/racism/sexism/transphobia = immediate block

♟️As I mentioned previously, I am genderfluid, so I will update my labels/pronouns when necessary.

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[fruitandflowercrowns]

some fun diagrams to help your next mushroom date ;)

source 1, source 2

[garden-granny]

i could wander these meadows forever 🌿🌻

[ocean-blue-whump]

Tiny Lights and Tortellini

For @flufftober Day 6: Candles, Lanterns, Fairy Lights

Cassiel Belanger belongs to @painful-pooch

Across the Stars and Through the Meadow Masterlist (Cas and Star AU)

Tagging the Star crew: @ashintheairlikesnow @whumpinggrounds @whumptakesthecake @justplainwhump @whumpfessional @winedark-whump

CW: BBU (vaguely mentioned), chronic illness, FLUFF! Actual sweet fluff for the Belangers

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Star’s eyes flutter open, looking out their window at the night sky. She rolls over with a groan, buried under a heated blanket in her and Cas’s bed. He’s not with her anymore, but he sat with her at the beginning of her nap until she fell asleep. 

She winces as she sits up, leaning against her headboard and grabbing the tiny cup of pills off her nightside table and knocking them back with some water. She way overslept, but she’s grateful to her husband for not waking her up. 

Her stomach rumbles a little bit and she swings her legs to the edge of the bed, wondering if Cas made something good for dinner. God, she hopes so. She didn’t marry a good cook for no reason, after all. 

Star grabs Cas’s flannel off the end of the bed and drapes it on herself. Still smells like him, a little bit woodsy and sweet. She wears his clothes more than her own most of the time. 

She reaches for her forearm crutches, sliding her arms in and using them to stand up. A few years ago, she never could have admitted that she needed help, never would have used crutches to get around. She never could have accepted that it’s okay to use aids to help with her illness without her husband. This is all because she wants to enjoy however many years she has left and have as much freedom as possible. 

She’s happy. She’s really fucking happy. She loves her life here, her wonderful, happy little existence with her husband in their cabin. 

Star gets out of bed, using the crutches for balance as she makes her way to the door and pushes it open, but…

She stops in her tracks, staring at the floor. The hallway is dark except for a long cord of fairy lights training down the hallway. “Cas?” she calls out, but gets no answer. 

Her curiosity kicks into overdrive and she follows the strand of lights down the hall to the stairs, where the lights end and turn into a small scattering of fake tea candles. She limps down the stairs, continuing to follow the lights. 

It doesn’t end when she reaches the ground floor. There’s more lights on the ground floor making a trail towards the back porch. Star looks around, but Cas is nowhere in sight, so she presses forward, going onto the back porch and then all the way outside. 

The night air is crisp and just cold enough to be comfy, the leaves crushing underneath her slippers and crutches. The tea lights stop but are replaced by glowing lanterns and…

Cas is at the end of the trail, turning the wood over in a firepit to keep it going. 

She smiles to herself. This beautiful, crazy man, setting all this up while she was asleep. She walks forward, following the lights to her husband. 

He looks up when he sees her, smiling so brightly that Star feels like she could explode. “Lassie, yer going to get cold,” he chides her, placing one hand on her back and guiding her to a wooden chair. “Sit down, me love.”

Star blushes and sits down, feeling so incredibly warm as Cas moves the chair closer towards the fire and drapes a blanket over her. “What’s all this for?” she asks. 

Cas kisses her forehead, walking back over to a small table. “Just spoiling ye, lass. Ye deserve it.” He fiddles with something, and Star watches him closely. 

“The lights are pretty,” she says, setting her crutches next to her and snuggling up under the blanket. “And I love when you spoil me, baby.”

He walks back over holding a plate, and he sets it on the arm of the chair. “I figured ye were hungry. If not, don’t worry, lass. Me feelings aren’t hurt, ye just need to get enough food in ye.”

Star looks down at the plate, seeing a hearty serving of tri-colored tortellini and pesto cream sauce. “I’m starving, Cas. I literally could eat my own arm now, but this looks so much better.”

Cas looks flustered and he kisses her cheek. “Ye haven’t even tried it yet.”

Star gives him a look, spearing a tortellini with a fork and putting it in her mouth. “So fucking good. You’re the best cook ever.”

He takes his own plate and sits next to her, nuzzling her softly. “Nah, lassie. Yer too good to me.”

Star’s heart feels so calm and content, looking at her husband, the man she wants to spend the rest of her life with. She loves him. She loved him from the moment she saw him even if she didn’t realize it, she loved him from the white walls of the Facility to the alley they hid in to the bar to their apartment to here and to the Meadows once they’re both gone. The love they feel for each other is eternal. “No. I’m telling the truth. I love you, Cassiel Belanger. Thank you so much for doing this for me.”

Cas holds her to him and kisses her forehead, his face bright red. “I love ye more, Star Belanger. Me gorgeous wife.”

“My handsome husband,” she murmurs back, holding his hand while she picks her fork up again, her eyes sparkling with joy. “I’m so happy, Cas. I love my life with you.”

“All I want to do is make ye smile and laugh…especially since…”

She cuts him off, kissing him on the lips. “Shush. Not tonight, darling. Let’s just enjoy the moment.” 

Cas nods and kisses her again before going back to eating, and she catches him glancing at her every few seconds. 

We can think about the sad stuff later, my love. Tonight, let’s just be here. With us, how we are with each other. Let’s think about you, setting up a trail of lights to lead me here. You, cooking brightly colored pasta you know would make me smile. You, thinking of everything to make me happy all the time, and me by your side, being a loving wife for as long as I can. 

Sure, Cas. We know this won’t last forever and we don’t know how much time I have left. But we’re here tonight and you led me to you and I will always, always find my way home. 

I’ll always be here, Cas. In your heart and your soul and the lights around us. 

The sad stuff will come, but we’ll be ready for it. You and me against the world, dearest husband of mine. We’ll face it all together because this just shows how much you love me. We’re going to be okay. Even when the lights go off, we’ll be okay and we’ll find our way back to each other and this moment will be frozen in time together. 

I love you, Cas. I love your cooking and your laugh and your smile, I love your snoring and your hugs and your amber eyes. I love how you love me, how you see the whole world with a glowing brightness and make me see it too. I love everything about you. 

You’re my whole world. You’re my guiding light. All I can do is say it, over and over again because I can’t believe I got lucky enough for this to be my life. 

I love you, Cas. 

I love you.

I love you.