#Lily and Raine are Ray's children

[natolesims]

Let's make some friends 🧸

The nooboo fever was real and every single one of our girls have chubby little bebes in their households right now. Let's seize this autumn day to introduce them to each other! Tia hosted a playdayte at home to do so.

Everyone came, except Lottie's little girl... she's far away from us in Del Sol. Maybe next time 🥲

[helloescapist]

The Hashiras in a Relationship | Muichiro Tokito

Word Count: 6062

Setting: Muichiro Tokito x gn!reader [reader is the same age]

Content Warning(s): none, Muichiro= strictly. Puppy. Love. [if you want or expect more from the little one, move along. This is not the blog for you.]

Summary: sweet, fluffy, first love headcanons for Muichiro Tokito

A/N: yeah, tumblr erased some of my notes, but oh the well... friendly reminder that I will NOT accept any suggestive or spicy requests for minors, and minor characters. Any request for underage characters will automatically be shifted to puppy love/innocent young love themes. Or just rejected and blocked. Have a nice day <3

To be loved by the Mist Hashiras is to know tranquility and peace. The cool of the morning, the gentle greeting of song birds. Warmed and soothed across the break of sunlight. Greeting the day, the promise the touch cool breeze against your cheeks. Traces of rain across morning dew, and the scent of passed weather. Serenity wrapped in the stillness of the day, the promise of opportunities to come. Dawn drawn across pillows of clouds, reposed of the rays filtered into select colors. Hushed tones tickled across the morning dew drops. Gentle tears gently wiped away from the blades of grass, cooed in the comfort of shady trees, and hidden beneath the mist. Playful as children that dare to play within its embrace, games of hide and seek. Mild whispers to guide you through the fog, gentle and secure. Sweet notes of lily chaperoning you through the daze. Faithful and loyal, gentle as the song of laughter dances through the haze. Innocent love that dares to embrace unknowns, and savor what’s to come. The embrace of cedar wood as he embraces you from behind, clasped fingers over your fingers to whisper, “guess who.” Foundation of expectations, of dreams, hearts intertwined, and joyful of what is to come, just as his love.

To be loved by Muichiro is to accept that you will need to welcome the delicate push of air. To allow yourself to be carried by the breeze, to enjoy where the sinecure may carry you. To savor the journey rather than rush to the destination.

It’s to bask in the glow of his gentle smile, and know that the there is peace in his change of moods. Understand that it is not intentional that the Mist Hashira regards you from a distance at times.

Tokito is naturally reserved and shy, but after the loss of his brother, he is guarded. Vigilant to protect his fragile heart against loss, and heartbreak. Beneath his cold exterior, is the same sweet boy he has always been, and as time goes on, he’s becoming more familiar with who he is. He just needs time, and acceptance. The Mist Hashira needs to feel safe and secure, and after everything he has been through, this will require patience, but rest assured, beneath his mask of indifference is a gentle heart.

You will need to give him the space to be himself, and not allow yourself to become overwhelmed with his varying emotions. Those who have endured hardships need a safe space to land, and consistency.

As a partner, this is a necessity for your relationship. Whether it’s the boy who is allowed to stray after a butterfly, or the warrior who will shield you from all harm. He is two sides of the same coin, a lover and a fighter.  

This is why it’s so crucial for him to have someone patient and understanding in his corner. If you come off too abrasive at times, you’ll see him recoil, and because of this, I think it’s important that his partner is rather docile and sweet.

Someone to sooth his anxieties, and the pressures he bares for someone so young. Someone soothing, but also playful. Willing to distract him from his duties if only for a moment to chase each other around the garden, toss a temari ball around, and to roll through the grass. He needs to be reminded that you’re still young.

Tokito will appreciate someone who keeps his wellbeing in mind whether it’s a cute little bento for a budding cook, or someone who just spirits him away to look at flowers, but rest assured, in moments when he needs assistance making sure he’s being heard and not swept under the carpet I just feel like at times, louder personalities such as Uzui make it difficult for him to be heard.

The Mist Hashira is… quirky. I mean, you knew this, you had to have, but it’s because of his own unique aspects that he is fairly accepting of others. He’s not one to abide by social norms, and is just as quick to toss societal expectations to the side.

He did not bat an eye to know his ancestors were skilled swordsmiths, nor ever felt shame that his father was a woodsman, and he was quick to pick up the sword as it was where his heart led him. In many aspects, you will find that Muichiro is not guided by the mundane, nor tradition, rather he will make decisions for himself, and his relationship as the time comes.

Take for example if you are not one for nurturing others aside from himself, he is more than content to take up the roll of caretaker, and allow you to be in charge. Just as, a partner who is prone to being submissive in personality, he has little qualms with taking charge. Gender roles mean absolutely nothing to him, and is accepting and curious about his partner.

Due to the internal struggle Muichiro has between wandering off to a flower field, and remaining rigid in his duties, he needs assistance with practical matters.

Don’t be led astray, he is very steadfast in his morals and resolves, he will not be swayed, and it is exactly because of this that he will need a partner who is good at the day-to-day practicalities of life. Someone who is willing to tend to his neglected wounds from swords practice.

He would be the type to forget to sterilize a wound and end up with infection, but always ensure your scratches are cared for. Distracted by drifting clouds, someone who will remind Muichiro to eat lunch, and allow time for his body to rest is exactly what he needs.

Because the boy definitely struggles with sticking to a task for an extended time. the fact you can is amazing to him.

While Muichiro is known throughout the ranks for being aloof, as the person entrusted with his innermost thoughts, you’ll become well acquainted with the depth of emotions that lay beneath his still surface.

To be clear, he’s not moody, nor is he high maintenance, but he does feel things deeply. The Mist Hashira is a feeler, so much so he was willing to erase all memories of his past life to protect his fragile heart.

The sword wielder processes the world on a deeper level than those around him; he is affected by the shift of his environment. Whether it’s the change in tone of an acquaintance, the traces of an intruder, or even the shift of seasonings in his dinner, he is quick to notice the changes around him, and reacts in response.

In part, this can lend itself to him feeling a bit drained at times, or even agitated if he feels uneasy with the changes. It’s to be expected of trauma survivors. He is a very empathetic individual, and because of this, he may become burdened with emotions that are not his, seen in the way he nearly adapted his brother’s behaviors to protect himself.  

Despite the general consensus of those under the Hashiras, Muichiro is actually a very kind boy, who is idealistic, and always willing to do the right thing. Whether it’s the popular choice, or will come at a great cost to himself. He can and will take wounds to defend others.

His resolve is surprisingly a gentle strength that most will not accept. partly because he’s so small compared to the others!

The Mist Hashira is a supportive friend and partner, but just as he is giving, he is also independent. In general, he doesn’t need constant attention from his partner although may be to maintain a healthy diet.

He enjoys being able to take things at his own pace, and because of this, while he is one for commitment, you will find Tokito is defiant to being tied down and restrained in his activities.

As Muichiro grows attached to others, he becomes more and more steadfast in placing faith in others. I mean, it’s not immediate, but it is earned, he’ll be wiling to place hope in those he trusts.

So much so that Tokito will likely remain resolved in the opinion he has formed of them that any stray from this imagery will without a doubt, have a very good reason. He just knows it.

While it may be nothing more than a gut feeling built on a foundation of trust, Muichiro will defend the abnormalities fiercely without hesitation. He is loyal, and respectful of those who have earned it. No, he is fiercely loyal, and very, very little will remove you from the pedestal he has placed you on.

Really, you will find that he is rather accepting of the mass majority of life choices you take, and the routes you travel. As long as you remain who he knows you to be, and never intentionally inflict harm to others, you’ll always have his support.

To be clear, Tokito’s support is not as flamboyant or evident as Mitsuri that girl will have shirts printed off and yell your name on a microphone, but its’ there. Just pay attention. While the Mist Pillar is prone to forgetting a lot of things, he is the sort to never miss an event, whisper praises to anyone who will listen, and spend hours assisting you on your goal. He is just as content to listen to you gush over your interests while he listens with a small smile tucked on his lips as he sips on tea.  

Muichiro’s favoritism is… evident. I mean, it’s really not subtle. To those he cares not for, he can be fairly aloof only asking questions as his attention is peeked.

You’ll also notice a lack of patience or resolve, and quick to fling little small childish insults about such as nincompoop, nitwit, numbskull, idiot, etc. Openly too, he’s not trying to hide his opinion, rather he’s unabashedly open about his input.

ds Nor does he really care if he hurts these particular people’s feelings. literally like every twelve year old boy who ever existed.  It’s actually ironic because he will naturally gravitate towards the underdog as well, should this individual show favorable traits such as similar principles.

Although, Muichiro can also show a respect for others who have a varying of opinion from his, as long as they have shown themselves to be a worthy person, he is more than content to coexist despite differences. The best example would be the relationship between the Sound Hashira and himself.

Muichiro naturally struggles to navigate boundaries. Nothing malicious or intended to inflict harm, it’s rather a combination of his youth and natural affectionate nature that he struggles to navigate the intricacy of relationships.

Boundaries by nature is often difficult to define especially when you’re younger. So in moments of tense frustrations, he will struggle with whether he should comfort you, or give you space. If you’re actually mad at him, or the situation you’ve landed in.

Like any relationship, this will fade over time as he familiarizes himself with you and love in general, but yes, such as the drama of young love, a small disagreement will leave him with the impression that your relationship has been absolved.

It should also be noted that Tokito is not quite sure how to communicate his boundaries as of yet, and you may often find him just walking away from you without word.

Small talk has never been his strong suit. Even with his own twin brother, it was always difficult to engage.  In part, this is because Muichiro does not wish to discuss passing conversation, or fill the air with noise. Talks about the weather, about upcoming dumpling flavors, or gossip does not interest him.

Rather, he wants meaningful conversations. Creative discussions about what you would do to better the world, or what you want out of life. Things that express the inner most workings of your thought process, why it is that you chose to join the Demon Slayer Corps.

Rest assured, any response is welcome. he won’t snip at you for reasons similar to Mitsuri’s rather, he’s genuinely interested.

For obvious reasons, the Mist Hashira is always growing and evolving.

On the one hand, there is the young boy who trembles to the shift of the leaves, and remains respectful to his elders, delicate and gentle. On the other, is a swordsman well-honed to his skills, confident and successful, a protector.

In a way, it’s the fact that Muichiro is having to separate the adopted aspects of his brother from himself from who he was in the past, and accept who he has become. His age does play a factor in this. I mean, let’s be honest, twelve is a shit fest of an age without demons running about. There is so much more growth to come.

The type of person Muichiro will be attracted to is someone who he can feel safe and accepted by. Someone who has not only earned his trust, but remains steadfast to who they are. Regardless of social norms, of expectations, and ideals. Someone who can cherish the tender aspects of his personalities, and bask in his gentle nature, but also accepts the darkness that lurks in his heart.

Will not shudder away from blind rage that captivates him in defense, nor withdraws when he is prickly. He does adore someone with their own ambitions, and desires in life. He wants someone genuine, and true.

Someone who is as innocent and loyal to their heart as he is himself, but more so patient, and docile with the world. Accepting, and content to remain where others have strayed, and convicted to ideals.

Sort of like a bolder in the depths of a stream. Content to live its existence with the creatures who seek shelter beneath it’s position, cultivating life, but not resistant to the current that it meets day in and day out.

I can imagine two scenarios in which Muichiro happened upon you. His former self shows signs of being open to life, and puppy love. Like the sort to develop small crushes, and open to meeting new people, but after the horrors he endured, Tokito became guarded. Placed a wall between himself and others, even those who saved his life.

Because of this, I believe that these two aspects of his being are almost in conflict with one another, and so I believe that he’d grow attached to someone he has had consistent interactions with in the past two years.

Muichiro would likely fall for one of the caretakers at the Butterfly Estate. A nurse who he has had active engagement with. Someone who fretted over his wounds and chased after him when he attempted to return to practicing his swordsmanship. Fretted over his eating habits, and reprimanded him for pushing himself far too early despite his obvious stitches. Someoen who lit up at his first smile, and became swayed as the memories drifted back to him. Always present when the kakushi escort him to their care, snippy in their remarks, and dedicated to their craft.

Although the most likely scenario, I feel that Tokito would fall a child of the Ubuyashiki clan. A love that had been fostered over his entire time with the corps, captivated in the way you assisted the Lady Amane upon your trek up the mountain. The open tears you shed at the lost of a boy with his face that you had never known. The way you had enacted a temporary burial in honor until the Master could prepare services. Maybe one of the children conceived by the Master and Amane’s love, or even just another child under the household’s care, blood or otherwise adopted. The touch of your kimono as you stayed up all night assisting the Lady Amane with his care. Your quiet acceptance as you watched him slave away despite his obvious in silence. Instructed to remain still despite how your heart screamed at the state of him. Left with little more than to simply hold the bandages in preparation for his inevitable collapse. The way you laundered his clothing without complaint, and joined his bedside with bedtime stories, and current events of the household to share. Even if you were often times, not sure if the boy even heard a word from your lips, still willing to keep him company despite this. The time when his memories would return, how your cheeks lit up upon having your name actually called by him for the first time, not a nickname he had gifted you to sort out which one of you was which. But your name.

proof he had remembered your time together.

To be clear, the relationship between the Mist Hashira and Master Ubuyashiki is more that of a father and adopted son, and because of this, I feel that Muichiro would struggle to approach a romance with the child of the household. Even if his heart desperately yearns for such. It would only be after the gentle, and consistent reassurance stretched over time from the Ubuyashiki parents that they welcome your bond before he considered pursuing anything.

Because of this, I’m confident that it will take him time to approach a relationship of any sorts outside of acquaintanceship. That being said, Muichiro values his time clearly, and is not one to waste time on a match that wouldn’t pan out.

Even despite his youth, he’s not going to waste energy on a social interaction unless he feels that it could work. You wouldn’t expect someone so young to be able to determine so quickly if you’re a match, but well, you’d be surprised. Muichiro is intelligent, and quick on the uptake.

He’s quick to determine if you’re a good match for him or not. Whether you have the potential to be a lasting and I do mean a lasting relationship. If you do not pass his standards, and he has rather high standards like Lady Amane high, then he will not give you a second consideration. Muichiro will pass you by without a thought. It’s nothing personal, he just gives his time to those who he deems worthy.

The good news is that, you’ll be able to figure out that you mean something to him, even if you’re not quite sure if that something is romantic or platonic. Are you a love interest, or just a playmate like Tanjiro? Well, that will take time to determine for you.  Tokito is already confident that he has feelings for you, it’s just that applying it will be… a challenge.

For you, you may just see a boy who longs for friendship, and company. A lonely boy who has little his age to engage with, and so you being of similar age, he just attached himself to you. his flirting is terrible. Again, he’s twelve. He’s slipping up all over the place.

But to other members of the core, or even the dango shop owner you visited, the outside world can tell very easily that he’s a little boy chasing after the object of his affections.

Struggling to navigate the world of young love, stuck between fumbling his words, accidentally insulting you, doing something stupid to try and impress you, it’s all reminiscent of puppy love. adorable.

Really, it’s a race to see who will confess first.

Either because his insistence to remain around you, a pitiful way to signify his attraction having blossomed feelings for the young boy, or if it’s simply because he cannot stand this anymore. Tokito is by nature reserved, and even a little shy in romantic aspects aren’t we all at first?, that he relies on his body language to communicate his interest.

A genuine smile not like the one for Gyoko, seekign conversation, small token of affections such as his willingness to pay for your snack. Actually, it may take some time for him to have actually realized he likes you.

When he does, Muichiro will be internally knocked off tilt. Stumble over words randomly, his thoughts having drifted for only a moment. It’s in one of these shy fumbles, and panicked mess that he accidentally confessed his affections for you. and will try to pretend It didn’t happen if you give him the chance. Don’t.

He’s inexperienced, dating is a whole new world to him, and we all have, he’s going to struggle. If you’ve been given the ability to see his vulnerable side, then you already have his trust. He likes to keep himself private, and offering only small pieces of himself as necessary, but with you he’s open.

Willing to share as it comes. Excited, and eager. He’s so young, but he wants love. The idea of having found his match so young, the opportunity to grow old together.

Muichiro is a  closet romantic who delves into small day dreams and what ifs. He’s not grounded, and has likely imagined a variety of scenarios. Small cutesy ones.

What it will be like to hold your hand. How can he make the opportunity to hold your hand arise. What if you get married one day? He has a goofy smile on his face imagining the different routes your love and life can go together. Always together.

I feel like dates with Muichiro would be fairly unique and customized to his partner. He’s creative, and well, a daydreamer. So his brain has worked out a variety of activities for the two of you.

The Mist Hashira wants to learn about you, and will take all of your interest into mind before dragging you out for the day. no really, in his small excitement, he tugged you away without considering if you have duties for the day. Really, as long as the date is comfortable, I feel like Muichiro would be willing to explore a lot of different hobbies with his partner.

Small dates over cloud watching. Etching different animals and kami spirits through the puffs of white, gentle as the breeze that drifts through your hair. Spread out in a meadow, fingers tracing they sky. Sharing a mochi from a vender upon having completed errands for the Ubuyashiki household, such as groceries. The small chance for an interlude drawing him to the sweet’s vender.

Really, he’ll opt for any opportunity to spend time with you as a date, quick to offer to carry the groceries when your mother has sent you to town. Helpful to collect firewood, or tend to the vegetable garden, Muichiro is the sort to want to accompany you on any errands in the hope of just spending time together.

To pluck a flower while searching for firewood and show it to you. To follow butterflies along your journey to town, accidentally discovering a new route. To weave flower crowns with you in a meadow, and happily bestow upon you his fumbled crown, and treasure your meticulously weaved one. he showed up to training wearing it.  to procure a goldfish from a festival vender, and share it with you with glee before releasing it to your family’s garden.

Sneaking you away to see warhorses if you’ve a fondness for animals. To Muichiro, everything is an opportunity for a small date. Respite away from the rest of the world. Really, if anything, his dates will be symbolic of how deeply he wants his inner world to connect with yours.

One would think that as a young boy, Muichiro’s heart wanders fairly easily. Especially with the distances he travels, but that’s really not the case. For the most part, I really do see him being the type to pursue this singular relationship for his entire life.

From childhood to adulthood, and so, I cannot say that he is the type to casually date, but that being said, forever is a long time. Because of this, in moments where your relationship seems to have been concluded (such as an argument), he may consider another, but never crossing more than a thought or a singular date.

His heart aches that you’ve left him. Even if your relationship is resolved for quite some time, even a few years, Muichiro is likely to have only engaged on a few dates, and most likely pushed on him. Uzui misses his youth I know it.

He’s not like Zenitsu; Tokito is not in a rush to pursue a relationship, but he does want it to happen. Some day. Physical attributes are not a big contributor to his attraction either, it’s all about your heart with the Mist Hashira.

No, he wants to be joined to his childhood sweetheart.

He's devoted

When you have proven your bond, and that you are a trust worthy place to land, Muichiro will be a highly devoted partner, if you haven’t figured that out.

He’s a natural listener, and can and will go far out of his way to make sure that you’re aware he cares. Always willing to listen, about anything and everything. Tell him about your day, share how excited you are for the upcoming festival, gush over the deer you happened upon during your journey. Muichiro will listen happily with the smallest smile on his face he loves this.

Despite the way he treats the rest of the core, or those around him, I believe he would be very open to you at this point. And readily available, eager to spend time together as young lovers often are. He’s confident, and so naïve.

He’ll be fairly quick to discard all of the walls he had enacted around himself, for you only. As I’ve said, Muichiro is fiercely loyal, and steadfast to his companions.

Because of this, I imagine that his partner will find themselves on a pedestal like Ubuyashiki and Tanjiro, and should you ever fall, or misstep, I feel like he would be deeply hurt by this. Even go so far as to view it as a betrayal.

Being so young, he may be willing to forgive far quicker than he should, or he may honestly distant himself for quite sometime from hurt before inevitably drawing himself back to you. Despite how stubborn he can be with his peers, he does not want conflict in his relationship, and will always place the relationship’s health at the importance of his thoughts.

As such, it’s more a matter of time before he forgives you. I won’t.

The Mist Hashira is observant, and empathetic. He is quick to pick up on the shift of your personality, and initially, it will be terribly discomforting for him to approach it. Muichiro will struggle with whether he should pretend he ever noticed it but he did!, and if should he say something. he kind of wants to run away.

He has a natural tendency to place the relationship at the forefront, and just like he did with his brother, he’s likely to struggle to speak up. Finding importance in just maintaining the status quo even at the risk of his own health.

If given the time and space to mature, I feel that he would actually grow confident in approaching these personality nuances, and would be a very caring partner. His deep connection with you would ensure that he knows how to respond in a way that benefits the relationship. Whether you are the type to need snuggles, or space, he’ll know how to respond in time.

As it’s been touched on, Muichiro despite being so young takes his romantic endeavors very seriously. Wholeheartedly so, and as such, he has an extremely generous ability to forgive.

So much so that I worry about his health as a whole and the other Hashiras will end you if you push it.

Communication is likely to have its down falls. Again, you’re both so young, and growing together. Children in love often make mistakes, and have to learn from them. While I don’t feel you would ever have to worry about Tokito judging you because he won’t, he is likely to struggle to communicate his needs and desires.

Fumble at being able to voice that he wanted the last dumpling, and quick to relinquish it over to you without so much as a word. He will hold onto the disappointment rather than express it to you, a mountain out of a mole hill. Something that could just be as easily resolved with a word, these are the sort of communication obstacles you are likely to face.

It’s to be expected. Do your best not to criticize him, and offer the same acceptance he gifts you. As he grows more confident, you will discover that Muichiro is actually a rather chatty person as he is listener in the quite of his own home, and close relationships.

Really apart of the reason why he seems so detached in public is likely that he is busy processing the informational input that the environment is offering him, that he is unable to articulate the inner workings of his thoughts.

Because of this, it may take a few years for Muichiro to be able to properly express his emotions in a healthy way. Rather than an occasional outburst after so long of stuffing them dormant. It’s a combination of things, his trauma, detaching himself from the past and his sibling, but also the fact that he really does filter through his surroundings.

He’s empathetic, and because of this, it may take him longer to really be in touched with his feelings properly. Is the type to grin and bare it.

In your youth, I imagine fights will be more common. It’s a learning curb, and while I do not feel that the fights will ever become vocal outbursts, I imagine that his dodging confrontation will be just as damaging.

I really can imagine him just walking away in the middle of a conversation.

He hates criticism, and he really, really hates conflict. He really has no idea on how to handle or navigate verbal confrontations he really wishes this was a sparing match instead. He needs time alone to process and articulate before engaging in the argument. It’s not that it would take forever, or even a few hours, but it’s so important not to take it personally.

He’s learning. You’re learning.

I do see confrontation spurred to open snippy remarks like he offers other members having been brought on by jealousy.

It’s not that he’s a naturally jealousy person, or the type to be possessive, but at the beginning of the relationship, I can see Muichiro being self-conscious, and even a little bit prickly. It will take time for him to learn the interworking’s of relationships and friendships, but I don’t feel like it would take as long as it would for others Inosuke for example. Rather, a small bit of reassurance, and his trusting nature will navigate him through the rough patch.

But, don’t misunderstand. He is protective. Muichiro will not hesitate to defend your honor, and your station. Whether it’s as his partner, or as a member of the Demon Slayer Corps.

He will not take likely to anyone daring to make comments, or discrediting remarks. He will pick a fight without a thought of repercussion.

Just as communication can be a struggle, understanding Muichiro’s unique way of expressing love can be as turbulent. He naturally gravitates towards quality time to express his affections. He’s so eager to spend time with you, as soon as his duties are completed, he is quick to dash off to your side.

Even if it means that the famed Mist Hashira is hanging undies on the line, he will do so and chase you around the garden.  

Afternoons chasing clouds, or flying kites, painting together side by side as you conduct your lessons to learn how to properly act as a noble befitting of the Ubuyashiki household. Sleeping away in the corner as you study, yes I believe that quality time will come easily to him.

That being said, Muichiro would also find physical intimacy fairly natural as time went on. Quick to take your hand in crowds and guide you through the market. Happy to offer assistance as you tumble of rocks, and waddle through the stream.

Touch would be as natural as just gravitating towards you. Leaning on you when he’s tired, snuggling to sleep under the afternoon sun.

The Mist Pillar would not struggle to give compliments necessarily. He’ll feel a little shy to know that you respond so eagerly to his praise, and likely blush each time he makes a point of complementing you.

Truthfully though, he is quick to offer his praise. Not necessarily because he intends to flatter you in any way, but rather because he is just so quick to acknowledge you. Your accomplishments, and your efforts. Ironic, as I just do not see Tokito paying any mind to his own achievements. He will also slip compliments into conversation regularly.

Open with his appraisal of you, whether it’s the change in your appearance, or how far you’ve come in your cooking or lessons, Tokito has noticed, and is quick to point it out for others as well. he’s just so proud.

I will say that acts of service is a fifty-fifty chance of going well, or terribly. Like Mitsuri, he really does have the best intentions. Such as the way he rushed to join your chores, but the reality is that he can become fairly distracted, an disinterested in completing the task.

Often times, more excited to spend time at your side, and abandons the task all together just to trail after you. like a puppy.

While Muichiro is not one to naturally gravitate towards giving gifts, his upbringing was a rather humble one, and while I can imagine him quick to offer flowers and stones he found in his travels, the actual act of picking up a gift along the way may not come easily. It’s not that he doesn’t have pocket change they pay him well, nor that he’s stingy in his spending. It’s more that it just doesn’t actually occur to him.

The Mist Hashira’s thoughts are just narrow minded, and focused on turning his report, and finding your smiling face. He’s just so excited to see you again, but that being said, if you have shown a preference for something, such as eyes wandering over an accessory on your last grocery trip, he will make a point to stop by the shop and pick it up for you.

Giddy to present it to you. literally rushes to give it to you.

The reality is to be in love with Tokito is to know a childhood sweetheart. The extension of friendship that has endured the test of time, and remain steadfast with the passage of age. To grow together, to learn together. To laugh, and play, to embrace the changes of the world with hopes for the days to come. It’s to know fumbles, and highlights. To know your first fight, to treasure your first kiss. It is to know the serenity of time, and comfort of a love born of friendship. As gentle and serene as the sunlight that filters through the mist. Your heart will always be at easy, always safe amongst the wandering of time. Delicate in its to know reliability, and growth. To welcome change, and to treasure the often over looked gifts of life. The touch of the morning dew on your bare feet, the daisy tucked behind your ear, the warmth of his hand pressed into yours. To never worry that as the hardships you face may change you, never will his love.

For now.

Forever.

[fictionadventurer]

Mary's Garden

(A poem about the medieval Marian names of certain flowers)

Morning Glory

Our Lady's Mantle Where she holds Her children safe Beneath its folds

Columbine

Our Lady's Shoes That always trod So faithfully The path of God

Petunia

Our Lady's Praise Her holy voice Lifted to God As she rejoiced

Lily of the Valley

Our Lady's Tears Such holy rain That brought new life From such great pain

Foxglove

Our Lady's Gloves For holy hands Whose work fulfilled The Lord's commands

Marigold

Our Lady's Gold The just reward Of one who rightly Served our Lord

Bachelor's Button

Our Lady's Crown Whose countless rays Adorn a Queen Worth endless praise

[infranthrax]

so i had an idea way back when but i never executed it. now since lotusswan and longanswan are a thing now i can ☺️ this may become a series. let me know what you all think!

a memory is being recorded… hold on… ✨

𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍𝐒, 𝐖𝐄

longan dragon cookie vs. lotus dragon cookie

cw || longanswan and lotusswan ships

tw || toxic relationship mechanic, gaslighting, implied forced separation/character death, and overall longan being the sociopathic prick they were born to be

synopsis :: sugar swan is interjected into the harsh reality of two dragons— with longan’s everlasting dreams of “purifying the world,” and lotus trying to bring her some kind of solidarity, through through the means of doing the exact thing longan did to them.

word count :: 3.2k words

wing to wing, they danced around…

stamping their feet with a flumpy sound…

embracing treasure, as dragons ought…

this is the treasure they nightly thwart.

in the times of old, before the dark flour war, there was a young dragon, serpentine, and ruling of the many lotus flowers that grew from a mystical cave of light and purity. the dragon had a companion, hailing from the valley yonder, with hair as crème as her fellow lilies, eyes of red rubies, and a gentle smile akin to sunlight kissing cold skin.

however, the serpentine’s guardian heeded forth— hear their ring… “they are but a cookie. you are a dragon. that is an unfathomable relationship that no one would even muster.” the serpent pleaded with their guardian, each passing day and night they felt as though they were excused; it only pushed their fleeting love downward. they were hushed, yet vocal, they pushed on— their faith evergreen: “but… I love her, father.”

the guardian looked down upon their kin with a look of downcast, not feeling sorry, but rather pity. feeling as though their son was misguided somehow, they let out a disgruntled sigh, turned their back away, and left with their only parting words being:

“If you truly loved them, one must let them go.”

the dragon of the caves where the lotus flowers bloomed in the crystal waters never saw her again after that fateful meeting. they later spent their days not playing their beloved mandolin but mourning… suffering in the depths of loneliness and sorrow. the young serpent did not know of the perversions that their guardian had in store for them. to be true, one could say that the poor serpent had… witnessed too much— learned too much too early. was taught things that young children should never witness… but, alas…

little do the dragons know, however, that… children are quite adaptive, and remember more than their parents tend to believe.

Perceptive, we.

flash forward to days of recent, where the cave is just as prosperous as it was in the older days. the sky illuminates the inside however as erosion has plagued the stone above. the now mighty dragon, once a childish snake now a grand serpent, even though they very much preferred the indoors and the comfort of their palace, couldn’t help but not pass the beauty of the day. a stroll was in order. hydrangea cookie, their beloved attendant, brimmed and beamed with delight at the great serpent's decision, quickly retrieving their favorite umbrella. heading up to the surface they were greeted with a gentle gust of wind and the everlasting glow of the sun. slithering onward into the valley as green as emeralds, onto a nice path, lotus holds their umbrella that graciously shields them from the cruel rays of the sunlight above. a gentle smile they wore, they cascaded down into a garden.

a garden of lilies.

this was her home. lotus looked about the garden in the lushness of the valley that extended downward into a gorgeous forest. they looked at a singular flower that grew on a part of the terrain that had risen. a vibrant white lily… having been blessed with rain, its dewdrops made it as though it was glistening with glitter. lotus slowly made their way towards the singular flower, crouching down to look at it more closely. they smiled at the flower through dimly lit turquoise eyes, and an old wound reopened in the pit of their stomach. hydrangea cookie walked up to them slowly, looking down at their crouched form. she noticed that they started to lightly quiver the longer they stayed in that position. “hydrangea,” the serpent suddenly spoke, their voice cold and creaky, almost sounding like they were going to cry, but were holding themselves back with everything they had, “hydrangea, i want this flower.” the attendant next to them nodded, and immediately bent down to pick the lily from the ground but was suddenly stopped by one of lotus’s rushed hands. hydrangea looked up at lotus with a hint of worry.

“what’s wrong?” she asked softly. their brows furrowed as they looked solemnly at the flower below them. “be gentle— matter of fact, let me.” they croaked as they pushed hydrangea’s hand to the side. they then carefully took the bottom of the stem of the lily and gently pulled it upward at the root, releasing it from the ground. with the lily now in lotus’s hand, they extend upward and gaze at the valley around them, being flooded with a garden of extravagant white lilies. carefully circling on the path, their attendant moves over to the side to not trip over Lotus’s tail. “hydrangea, close that thought…” they started, hushed as they spoke as the valley of white lilies clouded their vision. Slowly coming to a stop, they turn to hydrangea cookie and pull her in closer to them at their side, gesturing them to look out at the valley. “i want all of these. i want them to be planted at the palace. t hey shall be pieces of memorabilia.” lotus then began to slither away from hydrangea only to turn back to her from a small distance away.

“we shall gather the rest of the attendants here tomorrow morning to uproot all of these lilies, and i personally shall arrange a menagerie for them. a menagerie to commemorate the memory of the lilies.” hydrangea blinked a bit, surprised by her master’s sudden passion for the lilies in the valley. there was a lot that their attendant knew about their beloved master, however, there was still a lot to uncover, as lotus primarily keeps to themselves a lot of the time. She knew not to question lotus or their motives, but the curiosity was killing her. She felt like she had to indulge.

“may I ask why, great dragon?” taking a leap of faith by asking them the question, they expected them to be bothered with her, but instead, after lotus had reopened their eyes, they gave hydrangea a kind, small smile. “you know I like flowers.” they responded, before deciding to circle back around. “now, come. I have plans tonight and I have not the time to waste.” hydrangea only nodded as she hurried towards lotus’s side once more, to stroll with them back to the palace where they would repose for the rest of the day. but, as lotus said, they did have special plans reserved for the night ahead. the attendants rested to sleep for the night, but lotus’s nighttime activities, on the contrary, are unknown to them all. whatever lotus does in the night is… not very well known to a lot of attendants besides hydrangea cookie, who often stays up until lotus dragon retires. But, up in the dragon's chambers lies not just the air of fragrant lotuses—fresh and clean, but the sweet aroma of sugar and vanilla, all accompanied by a pinkish-fuchsia glow.

soft pink feathers accompanying her lilac hair, shine and straight as it died down to a sister’s sunset. a fair smile graced her lips as her velvet purple eyes remained closed when she drank her tea. a gown made of the finest fabrics— those of cream and royal blue, embroidered with the finest gold. she was the epitome of beauty, even in the olden days she was known to be pure, full of good faith, and glorious to all who gazed upon her… or, she seemed that way, at the very least.

sugar swan, a woman of the arts, was known as a woman who ruled over a sugary paradise. little did she know that she would also be feared— in the days of old, the all-powerful longan dragon stood frequently by her side as they watched her rule over her kingdom of the isles. longan dragon was, and still is, her polar opposite, though it is true to say that in their case, opposites do attract. But, what was she doing at the lotus palace, of all places? a lot of lotus’s attendants wondered the same as well, as they don’t haven’t been expecting company as of late, but they have been told to greet her with kindness and warmth whenever she visits, no matter how late or early she may be.

she sets her small jade tea glass back down on the grainy wooden table underneath her, her graceful smile still ever present, decorated by a light sheen of the tea she drank and the gloss that adorned her blushed lips.

“do you not recognize the fault in your ways?”

sugar swan urged as she walked along with longan dragon in their palace, trying to stop them from ignoring her. she needed them to hear her, to listen to her for once. she quickly paced in front of them, their gentle hands meeting the dragon’s silken robes. “my dear, you misunderstand them, please..! …please, even if you wish not to, please listen to me.” longan looked down at the sweet swan, an indifferent look decorating their grey face, golden eyes agleam. she has their attention now.

“you’re misunderstanding the point of the cookies— their existence is not pointless, great dragon. evolution seeks to create life, and that life i wish to protect. i wish for you to spare them.” her voice was soft yet stern, and her hands pushed softly on their chest, beckoning them to stay as they pushed against her. their eyebrows softly furrowed, clearly displeased with sugar swan and their attempt to stop their plans. although they have vastly contrasting views, they’re still together, even if it means they have to borderline hate each other. “sugar swan, you are not listening yet again to the atrocities you spit,” they started, putting a rough clawed hand to her shoulder, “these crunchy beings are destructive. they will destroy the world i have watched for centuries. the world my sons and daughter have had the glory of aiding in flourishing. all was right. and it needs to stay that way.”

moving sugar swan gently out of their way, they slowly pace, their shoes gently clacking with the marble quartz floors of their palace, full reflections bouncing off of its surface. the golden glimmer of the palace walls, the trimming, it was all an illusion of what longan was— grand, strong, all-powerful, and beautiful. they surely seemed that way to many…

wrong, they were.

“that. that, my treasure… is how order is achieved.”

walking up to sugar swan once more, they took their hand and took her by the jaw. their harsh, golden eyes that were sleep deprived, sunken in yet glorious, they looked— bore into hers made of amethyst. her hand met their wrist, as she tried to convince him otherwise with no words. “my treasure, you know that I am doing you a favor,” longan dragon spoke softly, like the very first demon that beckoned the pure, “the favor of restoring order for you. you need not worry about lifting a finger— one is ready to assist you in any way possible, you know that.” “and your way of ‘restoring order’ is by means of causing chaos to the cookies..? by taking what was graciously handed to them away?! you want to cause mass genocide just to fulfill your selfish wishes, how dare you!”

“I AM NOT A MURDERER.”

the sudden tonal shift that longan exhibited caused the woman before them to jolt suddenly, looking into his blazed golden slits, once subdued by a blackened abyss that surrounded them. putting a gentle hand on their wrist, she started to urge them, borderline pleading with them. the palace seemed to start to tremble as a bolt of lightning could be heard from outside, striking the waters below. “…my dear, i… i’m sorry—“ “i will never expect you to understand, i won’t make you understand. but you will come to understand me.” longan blurted, cutting sugar swan off,

“and I never go back on my word.” longan crept onto sugar swan, causing her to slowly recoil backward as longan walked forward. she eventually bumped into a column that longan pinned her to, raising both of her wrists to the cold quartz surface, their leg prying in between her own as they looked at her with eyes of cruel certainty, as though they were telling her to wake up— to walk with them rather than away from them. they leaned down and whispered in her ear,

“you have told me you would live for me, yes?”

her head swiveled over to the side as she then felt their hand at her throat, gently gracing her skin with sharp nails that could at any moment, spill her beloved blood on his floors. she let out a huddled breath and put a hand to their chest, slightly frightened by the psychosis longan dragon exhibited. she knew that they were trying to manipulate her using their relationship as a crutch, but it was just easier to make them think she was complying than to face their heated anger, coated in a borderline bipolar shell.

“of course…”

she would reply. longan removed their hand from their throat and delivered a sweet kiss to the shell of her ear, moving their hand to her hips and pushing them further up their thigh still, pushing her closer to them on the column. their breath was hot against her skin which only made her quiver. licking up her neck, they replied against her skin,

“would you die for me?”

slowly swiveling her head back around, she looked straight ahead as the dragon that suffocated her sense of space stood before her, their head craning into their neck delivering soft yet sharp peppers of kisses as their teeth collided with the flesh of her neck and shoulder, gently coaxing her with sweet, affirming actions that were but of mockery. her eyes darted to them, her teeth gritted inside her mouth as a bead of sweat lingered and gathered on her temple, her soft lilac hair glistening in the golden lights of the palace— something of a ruse to cover the doubt and uncertainty that she had stowed away within her conscience. her hand softly slid down their chest, following to their own. looking back down at her and removing themselves from the crook of her neck, she responded, quietly…

“yes.”

longan looked down at sugar swan, now with a small smile as they raised a hand to her delicate cheek, cupping it gently. giving it a pat, they then move away from the column, relinquishing them of the right of her bubble. stepping back from her did she step forward, putting a hand to her chest to clear her throat. she looked at them as they walked to their right, looking back at her with a soft smile, something that was rare to see on them.

“then, if that was the case, i do believe that you would make an effort to understand the paramount of this venture and the good it would cause.”

they walked from her, a twisted look on her face. she also had walked away from the column, distraught with her own conflicting emotions about longan, why oh why were they like this? playing the pied pipers in their shared chambers, she sat on her side of the bed, tears in her eyes.

Just like now.

Back in the now.

“is there something the matter, dear sugar swan?” lotus craned forward, setting their jade cup down, and noticed the singular tear in her mauve eyes. seeing this they took a gentle finger and set it to her eyes, wiping away those tears that threatened to fall down her face. “pretty bird, don’t cry,” lotus charmed as their hand slowly lowered from sugar swan’s cheek, “whatever brings you discomfort, my dear?” sugar swan looked up at the dragon in front of her that was lotus dragon— longan’s third son and the second youngest among the draconic brood. their pale eyelashes softly blinked as their hua dian shone in the dull purple light. she couldn’t help but see longan in lotus. but they already knew that. lotus has always strived to be the opposite of their father, while still being cunning in their own light. with a psychopathic charm did Lotus garner, a sweet air and a merciful smile. they looked at sugar swan longingly as they intentionally made a quick choice to absorb rather than just listen like they usually did with the cookies of the paradise. after all, sugar swan wasn’t like the other cookies— she was a creature like them.

“lotus dragon, i know you know your father better than i. why do they do the things they do?” she asked painfully. her eyebrows were furrowed with confusion and doubt as her voice cracked. lotus closed their turquoise eyes, similar to longan’s with the back sea— a glowing blue diamond in the rough. opening them back up after a moment of thought, they spoke, a velvet, yet smooth and calm voice filling the air. “longan is a strange man. i can tell that they have hurt you,” they spoke softly, going to cup one of sugar swan’s cheeks in their hand. she took the top of their hand in the palm of hers as she cut him off.

“but why?—“

“longan is very arrogant and closed-minded in their beliefs. it does not surprise me in the slightest that they would have these expectations of you to help them carry out their new world design. however, that isn’t like you. you are the life to their death, and they cannot seem to realize, my dear bird, that what they see in you is flawed.” lotus then stood up from their coiled sitting position, slithering around their dimly lit chambers, almost tracing their tea table in a circle. sugar swan looked around as they perused her, looking at them as they calmly slithered around. stopping right behind her, they leaned forward, putting both of their hands on the bottom of her jaw, cupping her face, and holding it forward.

“what they see is not what they see— they see not but a marxist dream that has a crude foundation, only one you can demolish.” surely, lotus dragon knew what they were talking about. When longan betrayed lotus that very fateful day, they made sure to send a clear message, and even though it seemed not to dispel the ivory dragon, it did bring peace to the lotus paradise, despite it costing a hellish, flooded, storm-ridden hellscape. sugar swan realized this from the tales, the stories she had heard from wind archer about a so-called “day of reckoning.”

the same touch lotus had was just as featherlight as the one that longan possessed, and upon this realization, sugar swan quivered in fear, yet with a hint of realization. the only difference in this; what lotus was explaining to her… longan was indeed very subdued by their own psychosis, knee-deep in a senseless delusion that marks a vision of self-serving utopia, all for what? all for their plan to turn to damnation as evolution naturally takes its course? for sure, longan would end up swiping sugar swan in a loop, a never-ending dramatic loop that would ultimately lock her up in a gilded, golden cage with no key and no lock. life needs death to thrive, but luck is but a factor that is gambled.

“do you understand?”

[exodusmusing]

below the cut you will find 100 japanese female names with their meaning! all of these names are taken from idols, actors and a list of names i have found on internet but it did take some time, so please like or reblog if you find this helpful !!

A

ahmya (black rain)

aika (love song)

akira (bright, talented, lit dawn, red pear tree)

aya (colorful)

B

bashira (joyful, predictor of good news)

botan (long life)

C

chiaki (sparkling light)

chiriro (thousand springs)

chiyo (thousand generation - if you put a ko in the end, chiyoko, turns into children of thousand gen)

D

danuja (ruler)

doi (mountain, earth)

E

eiji (cheerful; one second eternity)

emiko (beautiful child)

F

fumiko (intellectual; beautiful child)

fuyuko (winter child)

G

gen (spring)

gina (silvery)

H

hana (flower)

haia (ninble)

haru (springtime)

harue (sunshine)

haruka (spring blossom; fragrance)

himari (good flower; light and love)

hina (good vegetables,edible greens, sun)

hiroko (generous child)

hoshi (star)

I

iku (nourishing)

iwa (rock)

izumi (fountain, spring)

J

jin (tender)

jun (pure and clean)

junko (obedient child)

K

kagami (mirror)

kaida (little dragon)

kairi (ocean village)

kairy (sea)

kaiya (forgiveness)

kame (long-lived)

kamiko (superior child)

kana (powerful one)

kaori (fragance)

kasumi (mist)

katsuki (moon)

kei (blessing)

keomi (pure)

kin (gold)

kuma (bear)

M

mai (love, dance)

mayumi (elegant; beauty, truth)

mio (a beautiful cherry blossom)

mirai (future)

misaki (beautiful blossom)

mitsuki (beautiful moon)

N

nagi (calm/lull person)

naomi (pleasant, sweet, honest)

natsuki (summer; hope; moon)

niko (two lakes)

O

ohta (pure)

okimi (bright shining light)

R

rai (trust)

raku (pleasure)

rei (lovely bell)

reina (wise)

ren (love of the lotus)

rika (fragance)

rin (dignified)

rio (cherry blossom)

ryoko (bright child)

S

sada (pure woman)

saeko (serene child)

sakura (cherry blossoms)

sanyu (hapiness)

sara (vivid blossom)

seijun (pure)

seika (pure summer)

sen (fairy of the wood)

shiki (four seasons)

shun (talented)

sora (sky)

suki (beloved one)

T

takara (jewel)

taki (waterfall)

tamashini (soulful)

tatsu (dragon)

toki (opportunity)

tora (tigress)

tsukiko (moon child)

U

umi (sea)

uta (song)

W

wakana (sweet music)

wakumi (spring of water)

Y

yoshiro (beautiful/happy child)

yua (binding love and affection)

yui (helpful fountain)

yuka (good cause)

yukiko (rare child)

yumi (beauty)

yuna (gentle)

yuri (lily)

yuriko (perfect)

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The Sun Sets With You

Chapter One: The Season Begins

Summary: A simple yet despondent farm life suddenly sparks with new hope when an unusual traveler makes your town his latest stop and brings with him intriguing and promising viewpoints and no one to share them with. Until he meets you.

Pairing: Ezra Prospect x f!Reader

Rating: M

Warnings: Despondency, depressive undertones, death of a parent, grief, unsolicited advances, age old sexism, strained parent relationship, nosy neighbors, food, lmk if I missed any pls!

W/C: 3.2k

A/N: And here we go! The first chapter! Welcome & thank you for tuning in, it means the world, truly! As I mentioned before, this story may not be the best for some, so please heed the warnings & proceed with caution. The sadness will not consistently be in each chapter, that much I promise, but we have to get through it right away so we can understand our dear Reader’s mindset as of right now. NO EZRA YET, SORRY! And like I said before, this is probably not totally historically accurate, so take everything with a grain of salt pleeease. Other than that, enjoy!

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Chapter Two

~APRIL FIFTEENTH OF EIGHTEEN SIXTY-SEVEN~

Your eyes flutter open on instinct as the sun rises against the pale blue of the sky, its ochre rays peering from behind the grassy hills and across the wheat fields while waking the birds. They start their day with a song, shaking their feathers and stretching their wings as they merrily fly through the air in search of their morning meal. The hens that found solace in their coops from the stark chill of night chatter amongst themselves as they roam around their pen and the lone rooster releases its shrill call, a signal for the day to begin. Beat you again, you think.

The sun rises a little higher now, the bright of day in full effect as it fills your room with its intense luminosity. You lie in bed a moment longer, watching the dust mites float through the air and dance in front of your nose with each exhale of breath you release. Signs of life all around you, from the dew drops that formed on your window in the early morning to the muscles within your very skin twitching as you climb out of bed. Every little thing teasing and taunting you of significance, of meaning just on the horizon, yet so far out of your reach.

This is your life. Each and every morning, day, and night is as repetitive as the last. Wake up before the rooster crows and stare into the minute cracks rippling through the ceiling, envious of the pollen that manages to escape through and longing for you to shrink microscopic enough to hide away as well. Fill your basin with cold water you had gathered the night before to wash yourself quickly before your father wakes. Clothe yourself in your underdress, long sleeved, blue work dress layered on top with the sleeves rolled up, an apron cinched at your waist, and dirty and worn, black boots laced up tight enough to prevent you from minding the ache they feel as the day progresses.

You look at your reflection in the hazy mirror as you braid your hair; the drabness of the glass only accentuates exactly how you perceive yourself. The girl staring back at you was but a shell of the one you knew before. Before, when you still had ambitions that would have led you far from this town. To a place you could live anew. Now, just an empty being as one day fades into the next. Eyes that no longer gleam, hair that no longer shines, skin that no longer glows.

You had given up long ago of any hope and dream of something more, surrendering to the bleakness and repetitiveness of this life when your mother passed. A promise on her death bed to help care for your father any way he needs. And this is what he needs. You, here on the farm, helping tend to the chickens and the cows and the small shop he owned in town. The one your mother ran that was unceremoniously thrust onto your lap. The organ within your chest beats solely to pump the blood through your veins and keep you breathing, if only for the promise you made to your mother.

You fasten the gold chain around your neck, a locket with a faded photograph of your mother hidden within hanging to your breast. You tuck it into your blouse to keep her close to your heart and head down the ladder, stepping lightly as to not awaken Pa any earlier than necessary. Your Pa, an old man now with hair white as snow, only having turned the shade since Ma left.

Wrinkles crease deeper into his skin and the bags under his eyes droop slightly to his cheeks now on his once chiseled face. His strength has dwindled within the last year, and with no other siblings to share the burden of the farm, you knew you could not leave your Pa to deal with it by himself. So your own dreams and goals were swiftly thrown into the dirt to be rained on and turned to mush, impossible to be picked up again.

As you finish grounding the coffee beans and throw them into the pot of already boiling water resting on the range, Pa begins to stir and soon after wakes up, the aroma of caffeine acting as his own signal to wake. Leaving the house to give your father privacy to dress, you head to the hen coop to gather a few eggs for breakfast.

You take a deep breath of the crisp morning air, the smell of apple trees at the front of the house, then the smell of grass with fresh dew, to the smell of hay and chicken feed as you get closer to the pen they are corralled in. As you head back into the house, Pa is already seated at the small, round table with his tin of coffee.

“Good morning, Pa,” you greet softly.

“Good morning daughter. Thank you for the coffee.”

“Grace to our health, Pa,” you say, as you always do when he gives you his thanks.

Financially, you and Pa were well off enough; you still couldn’t afford luxuries like sugar, but you were able to live comfortably with only the necessities and the occasional new pair of boots. You were grateful to have the farm and the shop, both reliable sources of income for your small family, and you were blessed that Pa was still able to work the fields, but you know as time passes and his joints weaken, you would then need to take over the labor. There was truly no path for you to leave this life.

The older women around town had begun to whisper about you, not necessarily trying to keep their gossip from reaching your ears. They were just as bad as the hens that cluck around their pen all day. A never ending chatter of you being stuck in the house or the farm or the shop, working as an old maid for the rest of your life.

You’re still fairly young, just over two decades of life in you; sure, the girls you once played in the streams with as children were all married women now and on their third, fourth, fifth child, but you didn’t feel the desire to find a husband just to bend to the simple mold of life this society has cast. If you were to still have any control of your life, it would, at the least, be that.

You crack the eggs into the beaten and tired pan over the range, letting them cook to completion before removing and plating them, along with a roll of bread and the butter you had just churned the day prior. You walk over to Pa and place his portion down before working on your own. Pa sends up a quick prayer and starts to eat. His prayers turned to letters to Ma, but he never failed to speak them before every meal or before bed, sometimes even when a sudden abundance of eggs were laid or vegetables had sprouted during the night.

“The season is nigh for corn and potatoes,” Pa mumbles and you feel your heart sink to your feet.

You had forgotten about the season, when Ma and Pa would work the fields together endlessly, sweating through their work attire to be washed every evening. You still feel the creak in your elbows to this day. It is the busiest season, bringing in the most coinage for the year, but now that it was only you two, you worry about juggling between the shop and the farm.

“Pa, how will we manage?” You voice your concern. Pa takes a deep breath.

“You will hang a notice in the shop when you go today,” he says matter of factly. “Ask Mr. Williams if you are able to hang one on his window at the post as well.”

“And what shall it say?”

“‘Seasonal laborer wanted – will provide lodging with pay’.”

“Where will he stay?” You inquire.

“The barn; we will provide him blankets and he will be free to use our wash basins when needed and we will offer him meals.”

“It will be a lot of money expended, Pa; will we be all right?” You ask as you sit at the table with your plate and coffee tin.

“We will make do, daughter,” he says, the finality in his voice signaling for this conversation to cease. “We will not be able to pay handsomely or feed him much, but we require the extra hand if we are to pass the season.”

“Yes, Pa.”

You lower your head and eat your eggs in silence. You don’t pray anymore, not necessarily feeling the need since your Ma was taken, as well as your aspirations. Pa finishes his coffee, leaving the dishes in the wash basin and grabbing his hat, walking outside into the fields to begin preparations for the season. You sigh; the tears that have long hidden in your ducts refuse to spill out to bless you with relief.

The last time you properly cried was for Ma; every day you feel them there, the pressure building in the corners of your eyes, but nothing ever falls. A mind trick, you suppose, to force you to focus on the more important things. You don’t have the time to spare to release them; your mind and body are now slaves to the farm and the shop.

After your breakfast, you walk to the wash basin with your dishes, hand pumping the water from the pipe just off the side and using the homemade lye soap you learned to make from your mother. Once the dishes are washed, dried, and put away, you walk over to the black safe in the corner of the room, turning the dial to its correct numbers and pulling out the metal lockbox from the inside.

It carried within it the sales ledger for the shop and the velvet bag for the coins. Pa empties the bag every day as he looks over the ledger, placing the coins into another metal box that only he has the key to. He gives you coin anytime you ask, as long as it is needed for the shop or food for the house and, occasionally, on special days.

You pick it up and take it with you to the front door, pulling your bonnet and fabric bag from the hook they hung on. You stick the lockbox inside your bag, as well as the key assigned to it, and head outside. Pa is already far into the fields, hacking away at the dirt and smoothing it out for the new growth. You don’t bother saying goodbye; he knows where you’ll be. Where you’ll always be.

Living alone with Pa became quite challenging, you were disheartened to learn. You’ve always had a loving bond with him since you were a child; maybe he expected the same from you as he did from Ma, but he still managed to make his lessons on the farm enjoyable, doting upon you as any loving father would. Now? The anguish you both have felt since losing the feathery soft and caring love of your mother strained the relationship between you two.

What was once a thick belt of leather that connected you now pulled further and further apart until it became as frail as rubber, threatening to snap at a moment’s notice. You love your Pa; of course you do, and you know he loves you too. If only you could grieve together.

Upon entering the town, the people are going about their normal routines. The baker stacking the fresh loaves of bread in his window, the shoe shiners along the streets working tediously on men’s boots, the hens clucking – the older women gossiping away passionately about whomever they desire. As long as it isn’t you today.

You reach the shop, key in hand as you unlock the brass keyhole and turn the knob, the small bell dinging above you as you enter. You flip the sign in the window from the side that reads ‘Closed’ to the side that reads ‘Open’ and you pull back the shut curtains, allowing the light of day to flow into the small room.

Heading back to behind the counter, you remove the lockbox from your bag and set it on the shelf underneath in its usual resting place. You barely have a moment to remove your bonnet when the bell dings and you look up to greet the person who has walked in. Wonderful.

“Hello, my sweet,” the man husks and you find it difficult to choke back the bile rising in your throat.

“Hello Silas,” you say flatly. “Is there anything I can help you with today?”

“Darlin’, you know exactly how you may be of service to me.”

Silas Taylor, a boorish man of thirty-eight years, has desperately been attempting to attract your affection for the past two years. He had the decency to respect you and Pa after your mother passed, halting his advances for all of one week. Considering his age, he did not show any signs of maturing, both in his looks and his brain. One might even label him handsome, were he not such a crude and overbearing personality.

Ma and Pa had bid you to consider his proposal, but in time came to understand he was not the best man you could have as a husband. Pa despises Silas, has even told him so to his face, yet it did not cause Silas to stray from pursuing you. Disrespectful, despicable, a generally awful person, Silas is.

Why he had you locked on to his sights, you weren’t sure. You never gave him the opportunity to court; staying cordial as to not make an outright enemy of him, yes, but never once have you made it apparent you enjoyed his attention. Nevertheless, he continued.

“Silas, please. I must ask you to leave my shop if you are not interested in a purchase,” you implore, hoping he will understand your position and take his leave.

“But, little one, I am very interested in a purchase. What must I do to make you my wife?” He grins, as charming as the manure out in the fields. In a flash, your vision goes red as you replay his statement in your mind.

“I am not for sale, Silas. That is the most offensive remark you have said to me yet,” you declare harshly, the acidic bile in your stomach turning into a burning rage.

“There must be something that can be done, my sweet. You name it; the most lavish jewels and dresses your pretty, little mind can dream of,” he presses on with a smile only found on masks to scare the children with.

‘Pretty’ and ‘little’, amongst his unwelcome endearments, are the words to send your mind into a downward spiral to declarations that you’d rather not say unless you were alone, lest he take offense and decide to wreak havoc on you and Pa. You put your foot down and grab his arm roughly, pulling him with you to the front door. He only laughs at the scene unfolding, rather pleased with himself that he’s ruffled your feathers so.

“Silas, I am no longer asking. Please leave,” you say as plainly as you can, doing your best to keep the tremble of anger out of your voice.

“Fine, fine,” he chuckles satirically. “Until our next meeting, my love.”

He pulls your hand to his lips, his strength surpassing yours and his thick, wiry mustache rubs harshly against the tender skin of your hand. You furl your lip and flare your nostrils, unable to contain the look of disgust on your face as he glares at you perversely with his black eyes. You tug your hand away and the bristly hair under his villainous nose scrapes you with the motion.

You stand with your jaw clenched and hands balled up in tight fists at your sides, your fingernails digging into the skin of your palm as you watch him walk away, leaving puffs of dirt trailing behind with each cocksure step he takes. If you were to only be allowed one person to despise in your lifetime, it would be Silas Taylor.

“Dear, are you well?”

A gentle, aged voice calls out to you from behind. You whip around quickly, your skirts twirling as you face the elderly woman that has hailed you.

“Mrs. Williams,” you greet, willing your fury from the unpleasant interaction to rest for the time being.

“Was that Silas Taylor you were speaking with?” She asks.

“Yes,” you exhale. “Yes, it was.”

“He’s a quite handsome lad, dear. It is known all over town how you have bewitched him. Why do you not accept his proposal?”

Adelaide Williams; the sweetest among the hens, but still a hen nonetheless. You sigh deeply to yourself, deciding not to engage in the conversation with the one woman who treats you with any shred of respect and kindness, even if her ideals still match those with the others in town.

“Mrs. Williams, while I have you in my presence, may I ask a favor?” You appeal.

“Why, of course, my dear!” She smiles, all thoughts of your personal affairs exiting her imagination.

“Do you suppose it would be alright to leave a notice at the post office? We are asking for help on the farm for the season.”

“Yes, dear, it’s quite alright,” she smiles, her wrinkly skin creasing along her cheeks and eyes.

“Thank you; will you wait a moment while I draft it?”

She nods and follows you inside the shop, slow in her old age. You quickly grab a sheet of paper and a fountain pen, inscribing the words your Pa informed you to write in large enough letters.

“I imagine this season will be most difficult without your mother. I am so very sorry, dear,” Mrs. Williams says as you write and your hand quakes slightly at her comment. “How have you and your father been managing?” Cluck, cluck, cluck.

“Not without difficulty, Mrs. Williams, but we manage nonetheless,” you say courteously, not wanting to relay any information that could be the next piece of news to travel through the grapevine. You finish the notice and hand it to her.

“Shall I direct him here or to the farm?” She inquires as she reads the note, perhaps looking for anything contradicting what you already stated would be written.

“The farm, more suitably, so he can speak directly to my father,” you reply. “Many thanks to you and Mr. Williams,” you end with a sweet smile.

“No thanks are required, my dear. Anything to help you and your father. Your mother was a wonderful being. I was proud to have known her.”

Another quake. You nod politely, letting her hold your forearm as you walk to the front door. The bell dings as it opens and you watch her while she walks down the wooden pathway to the post office. Once you’re sure she’s well on her way, you turn back inside and draft another notice for the shop window before you begin arranging the merchandise for the day, taking inventory of goods that are depleting, and checking order forms belonging to families around town for produce off your farm.

A most provincial and forlorn life, indeed, that you will have to bear until the end of your time here on Earth.

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Series

Fireflies (Luka x reader)

Chpt 1, Chpt 2, Chpt 3, Final

Spider Lilies (Yoshimoto x reader)

Chpt 1, Chpt 2,

Cat's Eye (Satan x Reader)

Prologue,

Moonlit (Xiao x reader)

Chapter 1

Fics

Ikemen Sengoku

To the Moon (Shingen x reader)

A Heartwarming Gift (Birthday Fic)

Moongazing (Nobunaga x reader)

Moon Dance (Masamune x reader)

Moonrise (Yukimura x reader)

"Lace" (Ieyasu x reader)

Ikemen Vampire

Pet Shenanigans (All residents)

Why Are You Crying? (All residents)

Daddy- Daughter Day, part 2 (Le Comte)

Beware of Black Holes (Arthur),

Beware of Black Holes prt 2 (Leonardo)

Bedtime (Leonardo)

Sick Day(Arthur x reader)

Eye of the Beholder (Vincent x reader)

Father and Son Day (Theo)

Snuggles (Theo + fam)

Special Surprise (Theo x reader)

Date? (Theo x reader Crackfic)

Patched Up (Theo)

Unexpected Help (Theo, Shakespeare)

"Teeth" (Mozart x reader)

Ikemen Revolution

Celebrating Mother's Day (Lancelot x reader)

Storm (Lancelot)

"Family" (Zero x reader)

"Dancing" (Zero x reader)

"Rain" (Luka x reader)

Obey Me!

Just A Nightmare (Mammon x reader)

Worry (Mammon x reader)

Snack Break (Lucifer x reader)

Sweet Heart (Beelzebub x reader)

Tea for Two (Satan x reader)

Genshin Impact

Lullaby (Venti x reader)

Warmth (Kaeya x reader)

Care (Kaeya x reader)

Comfort (Diluc x Reader)

Hair (Diluc x reader)

Calm (Tighnari x reader)

Caution: Wet Grass (Tighnari x reader)

A Little Jealous (Tighnari x reader) feat. Gorou

Preparations (Scaramouche x reader)

Headcanons

Multiple

When your birthday is on Valentine's Day(Vincent, Luka and Nobunaga)

Ikemen Sengoku

Nobunaga gets turned into a dog

Ikemen Vampire

Fluffy Napoleon with Smol reader

Theo's Son Headcanons

Leonardo's Daughter Headcanons

Le Comte's Daughter Headcanons

Reacting to you bringing a phone (Theo, Leonardo, Arthur)

Ikemen Revolution

Lancelot's Children Headcanons

Ray's Twins Headcanons

Reacting to Reader having a nightmare (Lancelot, Ray)

Genshin Impact

Diluc helping stressed out reader relax

Zhongli First Impressions

Choose your story

Scarlet and Cerulean (Feat. Kaeya & Diluc)

Prelude, Chptr 1

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I realized that...I don't use Tumblr much to post about me but to reblog. But people are sharing their Arcana apprentice's so, why not give it a go too?

»Name: Angela Aurora Lyrica.

»Nicknames: Ang/Angie, Lyric, Aurora, Roar.

»Birthday: October 9th. Libra.

»Pronouns: She/Her.

»Sexuality: Pansexual.

»Magical Focus: Air/Wind. Nature focus.

»MBTI: ENFP-A.

»Physical Features: Platinum Blonde, curled locks. Soft blue eyes. Entire back covered in freckles besides the small of her back which resides a 'tattoo' of a dove, a symbol of peace and inclusion to her. (Her FC is Emilia Clarke/Daenerys Targaryen).

»Height: 5'10".

»Favorite Food: Seasoned crab.

»Favorite Drink: Pineapple Rum.

»Favorite Flower: Pink and White Lilys.

»Route Focus: Muriel.

»Backstory: In the outskirts of East Vesuvia, Angela was born under the leaders of the Krakenhelm tribe, her father Jansen and her mother Demetria Lyrica. They were a survival based troupe, living off the resources of the land around them as well as surviving with one another. It was a close knit community where each individual knew the other, even as small children. It was peaceful here with the families in the woods, sparks and specks of the sunlight's rays warmed the atmosphere each day as well as causing their bodies of water to create their familiar and welcoming sparkle. The almost constant rain of the climate also made for the most peaceful and serene Earthen aromas dance into the noses of all. A perfect, mythical place for one to reside. But one day, that peace would be discarded for good when a one 'Tag, you're it' the Krakenhelm call from the Scourge of the South tribe arrives for the price he demands from an unfulfilled deal, the talented women of the tribe, the magician and her talented daughter on the verge of surpassing her lineage's skills at the age of 6.

Mother and daughter running from the Southern Spines, holding onto each other for dear life appeared in an entirely new environment, not knowing any of the outcomes but trusting fate that everyone including them and Jansen were going to be safe, the fate of him is still unknown.

After years of having a small cottage West of Vesuvia after the attack, one fateful day led Demetria to give away her only child to the art she succeeded most in, magic; which is where Asra comes in to play and she becomes the first apprentice he's ever had.

(Attached, I have a reference image of her base outfit, as well as three Pinterest boards to familiarize everyone with her style and vibe!)

And lastly, a Spotify playlist I made for her!

That was all for now, I hope you guys enjoy Angela as much as I do🥺💖 (art on Spotify playlist cover by @cherrycherui ! )

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Track 2: black and white ✨ James Potter x reader (unnamed female)

Hear the song here

This is for @angelinathebook 's writing challenge

Warnings:tooth rotting fluff

Word count: 1.4k+

Let's begin~

James Potter was so used to getting everything he wanted in life. From a young age his parents spooled him silly. Anything he lay his finger on he got. He lived the best life one could ask for. He was quite intelligent too.

The only time he was denied what he wanted badly was when Lily rejected him multiple times. He didn't give up though. He kept persuing her although she made it clear she didn't want anything to do with him. He was made head boy in 7th year along with Lily. He thought that it would be his chance to shine! But alas, luck was not on his side. Lily has become friendly with him seeing that he had changed but she fell in love with another. James never bothered to learn his name. His heart just broke. He moped and moaned and not even sirius could help him.

The day of his graduation he realised that he needed to move on. He couldn't spend his life in pointless pining. Sirius laughed and clapped his back.

His determination to become the best auror drove him to be the best. He had finally moved on from Lily. He met her one day at the ministry, looking as angry as ever. He asked her what happened she just sighed and shook her head. James was curious he had never seen another like her. He asked around and learnt her name. A beautiful name. She was fresh out of Hogwarts, same age as James infact, but was one of the best up and coming lawyers in the wizengamot.

James made it his goal to get to know the girl. He purposely stood by her cabin, amd pretend to have bumped into her. The days passed by and she would start getting comfortable with him. James was falling again. "Let me take you out for coffee one day." He told her. Her face froze and his heart dropped. Then she turned to him and her lips turned upward in a smile. "Ofcourse." She smiled at him and left.

That first night we were standing at your door

Fumbling for your keys, then I kissed you

Ask me if I want to come inside

'Cause we didn't want to end the night

Then you took my hand, and I followed you

Their date was one of the best nights James had in a while. He walked her home after dinner. She kissed him in the cheeck and headed to her door. He watched her while she fumbled to open the door. She opened the door and bid him goodbye. James wasn't ready for the night to end so easily. "Wait!" He said and pulled her in for a kiss. He felt sparks in his stomach. She was blushing when they pulled apart. "Come inside." She pulled him into her house. He followed her in and sat at the table. She pulled out the casette box and asked if he wanted to watch a movie. He nodded and they cuddled on the couch. She pressed a kiss on his cheek and he wrapped an arm around her. They fell asleep in each other's arms.

Yeah, I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

James was falling hard. He loved every moment he spent with her. He started imagining a future with her. His friends told him he was thinking too far too soon, but he didn't care. He imagined her in a white dress kissing him on the altar.

He loved the girl. He wanted to be with her forever. They'd only been together for a few months but it felt like a lifetime to him. He promised to himself to never break her heart.

Now, we're sitting here in your living room

Telling stories while we share a drink or two

And there's a vision I've been holding in my mind

We're 65 and you ask

"When did I first know?" I always knew

He sat in her house and they shared a hot chocolate in the cold weather. She spoke animatedly about a case she was fighting and how it was messed up. He watched her with a small smile, admiring her enthusiasm. "What?" She asked him grinning slightly. "Nothing just thinking." "About what?" "Nothing much, just you and I at age 65. Talking, like we are now. You asked me when I knew I loved you." "And what did you say?" She said with a hand on her chin. "I always knew." She pulled him in for a hug. They stayed in each other's arms for a long time. "I always knew I loved you too."

Yeah, I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

James saw his world in black and white, but she stood out in bright and shining colours. She was the ray of sunlight after the rain. She was his everything. He knew for sure he wanted to marry her. He told his friends. They loved her too and were happy for their friend. He got his mother's engagement ring. She left it to him after her death. He had the money to buy her a new ring but seeing the happy marriage his parents had, he wanted to pass the good luck to them too.

He took her out to a small restaurant by the lake and proposed to her. "I don't need anyone else but you." He told her. Her eyes watered and she said yes joyfully. All his rash embraced passions fleet to the air. (Peep the merchant of Venice reference) He spun her around and kissed her.

I want the world to witness

When we finally say I do

It's the way you love

I gotta give it back to you

I can't promise picket fences

Or sunny afternoons

But, at night when I close my eyes

The months before their wedding were the longest months in James' life. He couldn't wait to call the one he loved with all his heart his. He wished he could have everyone he knew come and see his big day. He wished his mother and father were there to witness it. He carried them in his heart. He wanted to give back to her all she gave him. He knew that was impossible because her love knew no bounds. He couldn't promise her picket fences or sunny afternoons. But he could promise her a happy life by his side.

I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love ya

Whenever he closed his eyes he saw them together. Happily living together. Children running around. He had a family and love. He saw them grow old together surrounded by their grandchildren telling them stories of their love. He saw her in the starts at night, shining ever so brightly. She out shine any star in the sky. She was his always and forever.

I see us in black and white

Crystal clear on a star lit night

In all your gorgeous colors

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

See you standing in your dress

Swear in front of all our friends

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

Finally the day had come, he stood on the alter waiting for his love to join him. There she came looking ever so beautiful in her white dress. She shined brightly and radiated a happy glow. He was dressed in black and her in white. They complemented each other. They were perfect for each other. They exchanged their vows infront of everyone in the audience. They shed happy tears and laughs. They shared their first kiss as husband and wife.

There'll never be another

I promise that I'll love you for the rest of my life

James had never been happier. He was married to the love of his life. He was complete. He looked at her , infront of him and promised to love her for the rest of his life.

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[alexandriteobscuraarchive]

Horror genre aesthetics

Muse: Rachel ‘Ray’ Gardne/r

GOTHIC HORROR

gaslights.   corsets.   ballrooms.   candlelight.  mist.  starless nights.   full moons. cobbled streets.   horse-drawn carriages.   mysterious strangers.   bogs.   moors. forests.  mountains.   castles.   velvet.   silver.   brass.   gold.  jewels.   domino masks.   the opera. dangerous romances.   tragic romances.   violins.    cellos.   roses.   lilies.   empty graves.  crosses.   cemeteries.   snow. ice.  the gallows.   crows.   milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs.   pointed nails.   something howling in the night.   capes.   gloves.  top hats. straight razors.   lightning.   pipe organs.   underground caverns. bats.   mice.   rats.   ravens.   cats.  pearls.   attics.   talismans.  axes.   wood. isolation in a room full of people.   vampires.   werewolves.   ghosts.   coffins.   western europe.   eastern europe.   bones.   churches.   catacombs.   mausoleums.  spiders.   books.

CLASSIC HORROR

black   &   white.   powder puffs.   red lipstick.   winged eyeliner.   white kitten heels.  black lace lingerie.   icy blue eyes.   rain. abandoned cars.  skeletons.   acid. poison. voyeurism.  switchblades.   strangling.   overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents.   private detectives.   dinner parties.   haunted mansions.   alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs.   perfect blonde curls.   kitchen knives.   shock.   cellars.  dust. dark alleys.  empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses.   radiation.  zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city.   witches.  the devil.  conspiracies.   amulets.  abject terror.   the american south.   the american northeast.    england.   analog cameras.

SLASHERS

bloodbaths.   massacres.   wanton nudity.   newspapers.   leather jackets.   letterman jackets. converse sneakers.   obscured faces.   social unrest.  bonfires.   lakes. babysitters.   suburbia.   high school.   lockers.  dead leaves in the fall.   jack-o’-lanterns.  outdated television sets.   nightmares.  psychiatrists.   hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire.   police.   landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons.  halloween.   secrets.   revelations.  character masks.  scrunchies.  queerness.  wild curls. morbid humor.   jeering children.  parties.   fire.  swearing. revulsion.   california.   the american midwest.   ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR

malevolent spirits.   seances.   spells.   missing bodies.   hidden graves.   white noise. static. flickering lights.   rings of salt.   demons.  poltergeists. dark histories.   old buildings. cold air. mausoleums.   wells.   urban exploration.   a dog barking at something you can’t see.   black ooze.  old photographs.  faces you can swear you’ve seen before  but can’t for the life of you figure out where.   dark bodies of water.   crucifixes.   priests.  possession.  exorcisms.   dolls.   jump scares.

CRYPTID   &   URBAN LEGEND HORROR

aliens.   blinding light.   dark woods.   driving at night.   claw-marks.   bite-marks.   men in black.   memory loss. dismembered bodies.   sewers.   flashlights.   cell phones.   video cameras.  cars with tinted windows.   abandoned houses.  unlabeled cassette tapes.  bugs.   big cities.   urban crimes.  clowns.   something rustling outside your window.   glowing light.   unsolved mysteries.   suburbia.  mirrors.  the american pacific northwest.   the american midwest.   the american east coast.   hiking   /   backpacking.

THRILLERS

daylight.   fluorescent lighting.  morgues.   asylums.   unwavering eye contact. tension.  lit rooms with no one inside them.   a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes.   paperwork.   anagrams.   codes.  convicted killers.  missing persons. law enforcement.   federal agents.  small towns.   suspicion.   paranoia.   subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

[nikitasbt]

Tran Anh Hung: English and French language projects

The Vietnamese-born French director Tran Anh Hung is one of my favourite art-house masters, as I already mentioned while writing about his other films. The Scent of Green Papaya has coloured me enchanted, and The Vertical Ray of the Sun was another addition to his style of slow-paced sketches of the life of common people in Vietnam. I really enjoyed watching Norwegian Wood, and even Cyclo was quite something. Yet there are two films of Tran I have never said the word about. To complete reviews of all his films, I’m finally going to write upon I Come with the Rain (2009) and Eternity (2016) – two features where I couldn’t recognize the style of the director I admire.

I Come with the Rain (2009)

I Come with the Rain was a project with a tremendously huge budget for Tran’s films – about $18.000.000. This international project was marked with the involvement of Japanese, Chinese, Korean, Vietnamese and French and American investors and actors and became an international commercial project. This is the first time Tran Anh Hung doesn’t make a slow-paced touching atmospheric story. I Come with the Rain is a grotesque thriller film in the English language, and this time Trans slides over something completely different from the previous features he lensed.

There are several important plot lines in this thriller, inspired both by Christian and Daoism mythology. Shitao (Takuya Kimura) acts like Jesus suffering for the other people he encounters, but the way he is taking their pain away makes him different from Jesus. The maniac Hasford represents the type of corrupt western intelligent who had lost himself in an attempt to understand what the humans are meant for and who deserves to rule the fates of others. Kline (Josh Harnett), Su Dongpo (Lee Byung-hun) and Lili (Tran Nu Yen Khe) symbolize different types of search for life values. Once they encounter Jesus-like Shitao, they act in a very different way understanding something valuable for themselves. The plotline of emotional connection between detective Kline and maniac is loosely inspired by The Silence of the Lambs where we also see the seeker (detective) and an intelligent, smart maniac who had imagined himself being a Creator. It is a very eclectic thriller setting questions about the violence of human nature, about the ways to oppose it and eternal forgiveness. Enriched with Bible references, I Come with the Rain comprises different culture formations and features of the West and the East showing the human nature is the same everywhere. The film is very different from other Tran’s features and strikes with a lot of violent shots, plenty of blood and perversions. It might be difficult to watch, though the usage of these things becomes somehow understandable, as the plot advances.

I Come with the Rain is marked with great usage of music – the songs and compositions we hear are the essential part of the story. Tran Anh Hung can be spotted as the same author of three films about Vietnam based on camera moves and usage. Though, I couldn’t get rid of the feeling he is now trying to do something to impress the broad audience. This film is shocking. It attempts to impress the viewers in extreme ways. Some figures and features are certainly great, but it is just not something I expected from Trang’s style. However, no one knows what is happening in his head, and perhaps he wanted to try something new. This film certainly excels from what we have seen of him before. Yet I can’t say I enjoyed it as much as in the case of his films about Vietnam.

Eternity (2016)

Tran Anh Hung had already directed films in Vietnamese, Japanese and English, and then comes the time for the French language feature. Since he has been living in France since the 1970-s and his films were funded by the French producers, it is quite understandable. Tran Nu Yen Khe acted as the narrator describing events during 100 years of a life of one French family starting in the XX century. The rest actors are mostly French, and the cast looks quite starry: Audrey Tautou, Melanie Laurent, and Irene Jacob. Well, of course, we remember there was an even bigger star in Tran’s films – Tony Leung Chiu Wai (in Cyclo) but still it is uncommon to see many well-known actors in his project.

So what would have happened in Eternity and what is it about? Pretty much to my chagrin, I’m not sure if there is a lot to talk about because this movie was very difficult for me to watch. In a monotonous way with lack of dialogues, it would tell the stories of two acts: childbirth and marriages. There are some events, like deaths or World War where two sons of the family get drafted. But it is not so important. Tran would just tell us about the life of the few generations. The period spans 100 years which represent eternity. The idea is probably that the most essential part of this life is repetitive: people born and die, sometimes they get married. There would be nothing else within 2 hours of screen time. I assume probably I'm not getting something essential, though.

The opening shots stun with warm and bright colours. It has reminded me of Bergman’s Cries and Whispers at some point. However, this usage of colour doesn’t really match Bergman’s idea. Tran is just trying to create a warm environment showing this toy-like world. We would be seeing the tender and loving faces of a young mother kissing the abdomens and chicks of toddlers. We would see them crying and mourning when people die. That’s it. The way Tran paints the environment is quite similar to the beguiling Scent of Green Papaya from the first glance. Though, after a while, you try to follow the story as the environment goes on the second plan. And in fact, there is nothing much to follow. I couldn’t recognize Tran anymore.

So what was the idea behind making such a film? Probably, Tran wanted to show the most important things in life are pretty basic and they repeat again and again. We are meant to cherish these things. Also, as far as I understand he attempted to show the world from the married women’s eyes. From time to time heroines say “Only men could say that” suggesting they have learnt something inapproachable for men. In this sense, the director is doing a great thing. We see the lace-like lives of women, though these are quite special women who are only concerned about childbirth and marriages. Perhaps, this sort of life is something I’m not familiar with… Or it is strange to me. This way of living seems to be primitive, but probably the beauty of basic values things is what Tran Anh Hung is showing on the screen. There is one more thing: Tran is showing the women in an uncommon way without looking at their sexuality. He focuses on women's concerns and pain painting them non-sexual. We just see the mothers, but no women as objects of sexual fantasies. It is the way to show the women from the prospect we are not used to in the cinema. All-in-all, we do get the idea of this pure way to depict the women not taking care about the impression they cast upon the men but dreaming about the happiness of their children. This is something fresh Tran comes up with, yet the rhythm of the whole story was boring for me.

If we would delve deeper, his Oriental films about life in Vietnam were also meditative and slow-paced stories of the people’s fates where nothing much has been happening. Sometimes, those film also were not so rich with dialogues, yet the Oriental features of Tran were much more vivid and inspiring due to some reason. I can’t even explain this feeling. Eternity just felt foreign to me, or even empty. From the 10th minute, I couldn’t recognize the style of Tran Ahn Hung and was disappointed. Nevertheless, he remains the director I admire, and I will be looking forward to seeing his future projects.

[libidomechanica]

Untitled Composition # 8653

T attend they put one, but thee,  gentle can be  sense a heart: wild a torment  of wool and  I have space, and you hast point 

three service, and  every hold up to  more, goethes breathers prize,  they are a largements in  the travel, if 

I behold, and there, in  fine, which now reduce,  and your braids keeps  to catching wound,  and should not beat thou press, and 

around very trailed  from glisten to thy mind  will temptation, like a  mulberry pain, feelings had much  to the those 

statue we two days and Greek—that  ever; for your  need not gain among true, all my  when shalt no dark  and and trust, and builds and 

patient bars that if  such power Loues own, sitting, to  might heart is the  exhales in his  better were the 

tree      who make gilly tripping smiled for  it but it  drank from a state,             of such  quick waterfly; upon life  benign, they thats youth, and rather 

condition of  Childe-like. Which everywhere  is now tea-spoonfuls  of Orpheus force the  earths feel! Leavine, thro thy do 

together, prompts delicious with  liquid  brings on and clouds and some  plunderground a keg of  thy cruel anon, uprose 

ransom of my can  but I know, not lighters stretchd his  Worships itself, for  the Field; he anxious  for praise, o years 

tents. Banquet with tears  I never than mine, far  awa! The clock with  true joys off envy maskt,  that Pasiphae prolongs of Lyons. 

Baptized joy if  it but the man; but  for flakes did her  since Home the lassie, kings  all whispers, peace, Catullus, 

shift they court, love as through  vanquishd, catch thoughts through children,  while on the love like  a celestial. But my  body buried mends frontiers gems prow 

not admire what I would  day to be in blew  aloft ridiculous for  to whom men came, that.  He fellows, for 

others beds and and to  be the breathless  race in the endless  bed, to weather blind  wakeful Even the sunflower. 

Better face but never  not fierce become in whats  convinced thy sight, their sound as  like thereof noiseless to  be but show, they 

hope hope— quite antique book was  full of courted: her  who love for ever mournful,  exactly thou off, towards,  and hang a White puzzlingly 

to the  way, what passions eye, halfe so  long-boat, while my life from  its dry pain, a sovereign  could breasts! Into 

Eternity,—         rain glows in the  drew in a cool again  the lily about,  that cup has not underful, 

the warble field  to ape the heaven  not loved the snatchd  the day camels bequest. And  now to say, “sands: ‘

while the brow wrung which  flies, when wanton  and longer fair is  perfumd with cannot  made up’; a glances, 

closet all his earthly  root, or they read; it self:  but near and gilded betray.  From language now for  the Justice, 

oh thine, stray the opend  so;” but ratherd lily  leapt some starry eminence make  up and touch moment, long  silently ray; of torment, 

with her  eyes on the with  Wine, and me down,  with  the red fro, even  in his heaved but 

before such a glance hast  thou starving? Oer the  high: but I know! With too  much of wine from a  rag sometimes coy exchange.

[catvampire]

Scared to Breath In — pt. 1

Matt x Kristy, medieval werewolf au. I meant this to be a one-shot but it’s late and I fear I might not finish it if I don’t post at least a part one. Never posted fics like this on Tumblr before, bear with me. “What I wouldn’t give away to be your shelter, keep you safe.”

The woods were the wolf's territory. Standing in the middle of them, hundreds of yards deeper than any man had dared to come since the wolf had first shown its face, where the full moon was casting its light upon the silver dagger in her hands, was never Kristy's place. Even with Luke and Tara within screaming distance, she wished for nothing as much as she wished that she could go back, run, take the kids and never look back.

The wolf had taken that option away from her the second it had taken Matthew.

The stories had started months ago, of a wolf the size of a bear that’d clawed through and knocked down the fence of a sheep farmer and left nothing but blood and patches of wool and skin behind of the animals. Like many others, Kristy had blamed the farmer’s poor eyesight, nerves, or a combination of both, perhaps mixed with booze. The man had always been secluded, prone to strange behaviour, and while the evidence of an animal eating his flock was there, the story was much harder to believe.

Until the next full moon came around, and this time took the life of a man. Staring at the arm that'd been torn off the body, blood trailing far into the woods where the rest of him---or as many pieces as they could find---was recovered during the following days, and listening to the story of the woman who’d seen the animal behind her when it’d attacked him just a foot or two away, there was no point in denying it anymore: there was something else loose in the village, something monstrous.

Matthew was terrified. Kristy wasn't sure if anyone else was able to tell; Matthew was good at diverting attention away from himself, hiding behind his skills and build to give the aura that nothing scared him or made him waver, letting himself fade in the background when he was unsure and not step back into attention before he could stand tall again. With almost everyone else---Mayfield making the other exception, something of which Kristy could not be more thankful---it worked... but Kristy had been married to him, stared at his features and kept her attention in him when no one else did, for long enough to know his emotions as well as he did himself. And Kristy knew the wolf scared Matthew. He must've known she knew too, and the unspoken understanding allowed them both to make sure one could stay by their children's beds during the nights while the other tended the fire, even when the moon was but a thin slit upon the sky and the next full moon was weeks away.

Those weeks went too quickly.

On the night of the next full moon, Kristy was sure she would not get an eyeful of sleep. Even on the nights before, the fear had settled in her deep enough to make her stay up, check the sky several times during the night as if within hours, the moon would suddenly become full if she didn't look up to make sure it'd stayed in its phase. Matthew told her she looked calm, that the children were not afraid because she wasn't---Kristy had no idea she hid it so well. They were all curled in Matthew and Kristy's bed---Matthew holding Lily, Jake hiding beneath his arm, and Kristy in the same position with Chloe and David---getting startled by every noise that came from outside.

Dutifully, Matthew had risen from the bed once an hour to check the window, and for the first half of the night, the weather had been the same: rain, and a sky without a single ray of moonlight. The children had fallen asleep by then, and a moment of relief, the realisation that the beast that the full moon created could not strike tonight, allowed Kristy to do the same against the warm chest of her husband, fire crackling in rhythm with the sounds of a small storm she'd never known could be calming.

Next morning, as soon as she woke to a cold house, birds singing outside, and her husband missing from their bed, Kristy knew she should've not let that happen.

The wolf had taken two lives: that of a man they'd found dead in the middle of the village... and his daughter, with nothing but a bloody, wooden toy left of her, and a trail of fur and blood leading out towards the woods.

And the bad news didn't end there: Matthew had been wounded during the night.

[madamhatter]

☂ for Sophie

WARM AND FUZZY MEME! SEND AN EMOTICON FOR MY MUSE’S REACTION… / not acpt!

☂ YOUR MUSE SHIELDING MY MUSE FROM RAIN

      Drenched to the bone had been the woman of gray, squatting by her lonesome, in front of a bed of flowers in Serenia Park. Distant to the world had been the woman of 22 who, admittedly, aged faster from the expectations bestowed by the reality that was her status as an heiress and eldest. More insignificant than ever before, her body had shrunk down to the size of the “grey mouse,” a title she had been dubbed behind her back or in her face.

       Droplets from the light shower of long ago had come and sprinkled her hair and her back when she first arrived at the park, needing some escapism before her semi-annual breakdown could’ve begun. For such a reason, the woman was gravitated towards staying within the lavish labyrinth of flora in a poor woman’s attempt to prevent herself to return to the pathetic reality she knew. 

    The white noise had filtered through her thoughts and festered ever so manically, eroding the facades of the guardian, the wise old woman, the ruthless businesswoman, and much more. Immobilized in her pestering and heavy thoughts, she had stuck closer to the reminders of dreams never meant to be hers, for they smelled of the sweetness that she had no right to. Yet, all that was left behind was the troubled Sophie, not Miss Hatter or the eldest Hatter, refusing with adamancy to return to a place that’ll lay her to waste.

    In a compulsive move, she dared not seek shelter from the rain once the summer showers returned in greater numbers. Scurrying bodies of families, heartful teenagers, wild-sprung children were quick in retreating from the water falling from above. It hadn’t been new for the woman to wander through such troubling weather when her own life had been covered with mist and each step she took was cautious and all ways she may take were hazardous. 

     However, the turbulence of ambivalence ached the composure of a woman who feigned happiness for the sake of stability. Frustration, anguish, regretful, and wistful were all clashing in her chest and she swore her rib cage was hollowing out whenever her thoughts plummeted. What was the point of resisting the inevitable? She should be thankful for being where she is, no matter how she felt. The eldest of three were meant for misfortune, the one to fail first. And how could she counter that if she was meaning to run a company, no less, hold together her family’s name? 

       Already, her phone had been going off several times since her sudden disappearance from the morrow. She hadn’t checked her phone, but, she could’ve predicted the onslaught of unanswered text messages and phone calls from her sisters, Martha and Lettie, and mother. The same people who driven herself to do anything and everything for, that kept her relatively on this Earth, weren’t the people she needed at the moment.

      She wished she just didn’t need anyone and kept on living. She was needed by others but, to imply she felt the same, was far too alien. But, she’s human, she’s a creature of comfort and socializing, needing the conversation and all. It was taxing on the mind of Sophie, one who meant to keep in place and dirty her hands for whatever it takes to keeping order in her household. 

      God, I’m a mess. 

        Deserted by hope and optimism, the pessimistic eldest daughter stared blankly towards the bed of lilies, kissed by the pelting rain, as they guided down white petals and across the thin stems. Once the storm passed, she’ll return to the routine of Miss Hatter and be on her merry way, forcing the doors shut over the doubt and frustration that dared leak out. However, for now, she wanted to breathe in summer flowers and shut her eyes, to dare daydream. But, who was she to daydream when she knew better? It was childish and she was decrepit and old, she shouldn’t fall back on such things.

        Sophie crossed her arms over the soaked black tights that hugged her legs. Clinging to her body, she realized, had been the thick wool cardigan of charcoal, along with the white button-down meant for the image of professionalism she had to carry. Her fingers gently tugged at the cardigan’s ends, breath leaving and her shoulders sinking. A crisp wind blew, and her body shivered, her gray skirt barely following the wind’s pattern.

    However, her eyes were still on the lilies before her, with all the rain dripping on them. She squinted to the flowers, to then her sleeves. They were already heavy, but, they weren’t getting heavier. Instinctively, she held out her arm towards the placid lilies, seeking out the comfort of the petal’s soft touch. But, as she was narrowing her eyes, the stuck out hand was once more greeted by the heavy rain as her calloused fingertips brushed against the petals.

   “Strange,” Sophie murmured. 

    “What ‘tis strange?” Inquired another. 

     Slowly raising her head, color already depleting from her face, Sophie’s head turned and found herself staring at the slacks of black. However, her eyes need not scour higher than needed as the notes of familiarity rang. The tone of tiredness, accompanied by a soft yawn, with the slowly drawn syllables were only of one who she simply called – 

     “Rei?” Bafflement was enunciated as her eyes still traversed upwards. Shielding her own emotions were beyond any means of possible at the moment. However, her own inquiry left softer than expected, and her surprise was only seeded with the doubt that had already casted over her mind.

     Office Fangs, the restless bat, prince of the night– Oh so many nicknames flooded her mind but, she knew all led to Rei Sakuma. Earthly irises of wood had honed upon the otherworldly irises of crimson, silence consuming whatever they had wanted to penetrate into the encounter. No matter how many times she had been familiar to the mischievous spark in his eyes, there were the rare exceptions to when his gaze adjusted to a strangely softer kind. It hadn’t been in her business to inform him of it, but, that what happens when she kept staring at him after all this time. And, it was quite apparent that his gaze was different. 

   With a kick to better take in her surroundings, she noted the black parasol in his hands, large enough to cover himself. But, when close enough to someone else, it was able to cover them as well. His hair, wildly curled outward and with volume, had been neatly held up in a ponytail, framing him his face nicer than usual. However, that was to imply that he didn’t look nice usually, which was ridiculous. Still, if his hair was only loose— 

     He had, overall, been in better shape than the abysmal mess of her being squatting on the ground, looking madder than a Hatter. No wonder he finds me strange…

   By the stroke of luck, perhaps this morning led the police officer around on duty for he wanted all advantage of the sun rays hiding behind stormy clouds. Sophie rationalized the sudden and strange appearance of the officer to be no more than Lady Fate’s estranged curse of bonding her to such a strange and dark figure. It wasn’t as if she didn’t answer his bombardment of messages, and wasn’t even at her store during a surprise “check-in.” It surely had to be a coincidence or bad luck. 

      Now, what to say, what to say? Part of her was already exhausted from diving into the deep end of her problems, the other wasn’t wanting to see anyone. Perhaps, chastising him with a lie that she was in the rain to get rid of his scent would’ve ended this quickly. She didn’t want to be the gnat at his side, who was taking up precious time. If she made a quick mention of Koga having smelled him all over her, then, maybe he would’ve fled. But, this was Rei. He wouldn’t leave if his own person had dared been insulted (or the fact that his dear ex-unit member had been even speaking of him)! 

    “I don’t need it, thank you,” Sophie pardoned herself and turned her head from the officer, waving her hand into the air dismissively. Her tone had been drenched with reproach, starkly different from the tenderness she once held. However, as she crossed her arms over her knees in wait, keeping her eyes on the flowers, she found that the rain hadn’t returned to hitting her. 

   One minute more, two minutes more…

     “Persistent, aren’t you?” Sophie sighed, hanging her head, unaware of the kettle calling the pot. The woman rubbed the end of her skirt between her right hand’s thumb and index finger, her thoughts fiddling on the next course of action. 

         Slowly, she rose back upon her boots and the hatless Hatter turned to the unlikely companionship she found in the rain alongside her. Against the martial blue of Rei’s uniform had been the neutral grays of Sophie’s ensemble, underneath the shielding back parasol in his grasp. 

      However, her head dipped at the moment as she found her hands brushing this her wet hair. With one step back, keeping within the shelter of the umbrella, the woman undid the ribbons of her hair, releasing the soaked locks. Her hands grabbed the length of hair and slowly twisted it, squeezing out all the rainwater she could from it. “Thank you–” How softly yet fast the comment went was beyond her as the demure turned back to him, placing away the pink ribbons into her pockets. 

     To be accompanied by a vampire in a summer shower, what a phrase Sophie Hatter never considered in her 22 years. Small talk blossomed between the two as, per her request (and to the limitations he had until his radio went off), the two kept within the bliss of the gardens of Serenia Park. 

      Something as silly as “So, the weather,” left the shorter’s lips, earning her a turn of the head from Rei, to which he prompted gestured with his umbrella. “What of it?” He only asked, leaving the woman to flush with embarrassment and quickly stick out her tongue. However, the serenity behind the pelting rain and the rows of flowers had drawn her to introspection for her eyes kept observing more of the flora than him. 

     “I can hold that for you, Mr Sakuma–” Sophie had offered, her left hand softly gripping the lower curve of the umbrella’s wooden hook. While Rei already held onto the upper part, she slowly tried lowering it and even taking it off of the elderly half’s responsibility. However, as she was quick in the move, the top of the umbrella thudded against the back of his head.

    “Oh dear, Rei–” Sophie immediately adjusted the umbrella back up and she raised her hand, quick to inspect his cranium. However, hesitance was apparent for he noted her approaching touch fast, and he offered simply, “ ‘Twas nothing.” However, he hadn’t shied from giving him more than a piece of his mind, even if he was meaning to be kinder this time of day. But, her hand withdrew and returned to holding onto the lower end up the umbrella, taking the compromise. 

     Alas, Sophie turned her head again and observed the flowers, tugging Rei’s sleeve with only the ends of her fingers to gather his attention – if he wasn’t already. “I’m quite surprised to see magic lilies being grown in the park this time around. They are summer flowers, but, they only can be so magical during the summer before withering away,” mused the Hatter as her eyes found the dangling lilies of pink with their centers sticking outwards in a neon yellow. 

     “Orange and yellow zinnias..? Oh, aren’t they such a nice pair too. There are even some lavender periwinkles that help the color layout transition better to the bluebells.” A feigning smile comes to the Hatter, overlooking the large borders of flowers as her pace was certainly slowing. From the corner of her eye, she spotted Rei’s gloved hand pointing towards a particular bundle, and he even added to the conversation,  “You mustn’t forget the hydrangeas under the tree, they’re needing all the shade they can.” 

     Curiosity struck the woman as she turned to look at him solely now, eyes wide and with a rare glimmer. “You’re into flowers?” The man raised a brow, providing clarity on her question, “I volunteer whenever I have the chance~ Gardening is nice.” The woman blinked, intrigue apparent. “You happen to be doing a wonderful job then.” 

     While their conversation soon became engrossed in flower language and what they’ve potted and even what flowers they preferred, the shorter and (slightly) younger Hatter didn’t know where to keep her eyes – on him or the flowers. If she gazed far too long at him, her words often drifted back to red carnations and roses, even cannas too! All the rambling, quick hand gestures and fixed smile only indicated she could go on and on–…However, as Rei pointed out, those flowers happened not to be in any of the nearby gardens. And, that was when Sophie clamped up, turning away with a shameful blush. 

     "Wait, wait–” Her embarrassed tone came, but, her eyes were gazing unto something on the one of the flower beds. Without much of a word, or his acknowledgment, Sophie crouched down and cupped her hand, into the flowerbed. Rei stared at the woman, thinking hard and long about whatever had happened to her today – stranger and stranger was this woman ever turning out to be the more he encountered her. 

    “Here we are~” Sophie returned back onto her feet, turning to Rei with a flattened out hand. Crawling down her scarred fingers had been a ladybug who had taken shelter underneath the leaves. She looked down, her head tilting with his childish wonderment over the beetle’s three black dots and red exterior. “I’m surprised I was able to spot him underneath all of that,” mused the brunette as she held up her hand for the male to better see.

    “Curiously, he reminds me of you.” Before a correction could come from Rei, or really Rei say anything, she elaborated. “Yes, I know you’re a bat not a beetle, but, you must admit how there are some similarities between your eye color and hair color to that of a ladybug. They might not have sharp fangs, or even detest the sun, but, they are quite as charming.” 

    Rambling off once more, smile present and her cheeks dusted with pink from simple chatter, she hadn’t realized what she just said…~

[marauders1971-1978]

Extra-Ultra Playlist Of Marauders’ Stuff

That I compiled out of all the songs on my spotify rather than updating my fanfic

Lily and James:

Will You Still Love Me Tomorrow – Ben E King / The Shirelles

Twist and Shout – The Beatles

Dreams – Fleetwood Mac

Do You Love Me – The Contours

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

Happy Together – The Turtles

Be My Baby – The Ronettes

My Girl – Otis Reading

Love On A Mountain Top – Robert Knight

I’m In Love – Lovelites

Don’t Go – Wretch 32, Josh Kurma

Where Did Our Love Go? – Soft Cell

You’re The Best Ting – Style Council

Somewhere In My Heart – Aztec Camera

The Bones of You – Elbow

Starlings – Elbow

Perfect – Fairground Attraction

Stand By Me – Ben E King

There She Goes – The La’s

If I Can’t Have You – Yvonne Elliman

Sea of Love – Cat Power

Build Me Up Buttercup – The Foundations

Don’t You Want Me – The Human League

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman Turner Overdrive

Time After Time – Eva Cassidy

Don’t Feel Like Dancin’ – Scissor Sisters

Who’s That Girl – Eurythmics

I Say A Little Prayer – Aretha Franklin

Can You Feel The Love Tonight – Elton John

Don’t Go Breaking My Heart – Elton John, Kiki Dee

Reminder – Mumford & Sons

Brown Eyed Girl – Van Morrison

To Be With You – Mr Big

Lovely Day – Bill Withers

Rock The Boat – Hues Corporation

Love Really Hurts Without You – Billy Ocean

It’s In His Kiss – Linda Lewis

Bye Bye Baby – Bay City Rollers

Middle of The Bed – Lucy Rose

Home – Edward Sharpe & The Magnetic Zeroes

Coconut Skins – Damien Rice

Dogs – Damien Rice

Rock With You – Michael Jackson

Tiny Dancer – Elton John

True – Spandau Ballet

Wake Up Boo – The Boo Radleys

Shape Of You – Ed Sheeran

Your Song – Elton John

Hello, I Love You – The Doors

Ho Hey – The Lumineers

Ain’t Nobody – Chaka Kahn

Take On Me – A-ha

Sweet Caroline – Neil Diamond

Just Can’t Get Enough – Depeche Mode

It Must Be Love – Madness

Bubble Toes – Jack Johnson

Banana Pancakes – Jack Johnson

More Than This – Roxy Music

Over You – Roxy Music

Oh Yeah! – Roxy Music

Midas Touch – Midnight Star

She Moves In Her Own Way – The Kooks

Everything – Michael Buble

Loving You – Paolo Nutini

Jenny Don’t Be Hasty – Paolo Nutini

Forever My Friend – Ray Lamontagne

Got My Mind Set On You – George Harrison

Rhythm Composer – Villagers

God Only Knows – The Beach Boys

Wouldn’t It Be Nice – The Beach Boys

When I’m Sixty-Four – The Beatles

From Me To You – The Beatles

I’m Sticking With You – The Velvet Underground

Only Love – Ben Howard

Diamonds – Ben Howard

Everywhere – Fleetwood Mac

Mardy Bum – Arctic Monkeys

Lover, You Should’ve Come Over – Jeff Buckley

Hallelujah – Jeff Buckley

Lilac Wine – Jeff Buckley

Listen to the Man – George Ezra

Leaving It Up To You – George Ezra

Barcelona – George Ezra

Blame It On Me – George Ezra

Under the Influence – James Morrison

Delicate – Damien Rice

If You Ever Want To Be In Love – James Bay

You Give Me Something – James Morrison

Better Man – James Morrison

 Remus and Sirius:

The Fear – Lily Allen

You Make It Real – James Morrison

When Does Cry – Prince

Puncture Repair – Elbow

The Night Will Always Win – Elbow

Lean on Me – Ben E King

Suddenly I See – KT Tunstall

Better Together – Jack Johnson

Everybody’s Changing – Keane

Have A Nice Day – Stereophonics

Common People – Pulp

Sweet Dreams (Are Made of This) – Eurythmics

After the Storm – Mumford & Sons

Little Lion Man – Mumford & Sons

Viva La Vida – Coldplay

I Am Not A Robot – Marina and the Diamonds

Rootless Tree – Damien Rice

O’ Children – Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds

Seven Wonders – Fleetwood Mac

Ever Fallen In Love With Someone (You Shouldn’t Have Fallen In Love With) – Buzzcocks

You Can Call Me Al – Paul Simon

Some Nights – Fun

Friend Of Ours – Elbow

The Night Will Always Win – Elbow

What You Know – Two Door Cinema Club

Last Request – Paolo Nutini

Tainted Love – Soft Cell

Eternal Life – Jeff Buckley

Dance Away – Roxy Music

Heart of Glass – Blondie

Deeper Underground – Jameroquai

White Flag – Dido

I Wish I Was James Bond – Scouting For Girls

Crazy – Gnarls Barkley

Twice – Catfish and the Bottlemen

Sit Down – James

Steady and She Goes – The Ranconteurs

Shine On – The Kooks

Autumn – Paolo Nutini

Million Faces – Paolo Nutini

Livewire – Fyfe Dangerfield

We’re Not Right – David Gray

I Need – Maverick Sabre

Hold You In My Arms – Ray Lamontagne

Shelter – Ray Lamontagne

Pieces – Villagers

Set The Tigers Free – Villagers

The Meaning of the Ritual – Villagers

Becoming A Jackal – Villagers

The Waves – Villagers

Patience – Take That

A Well Respected Man – The Kinks

The Recluse – Plan B

Promise – Ben Howard

Black Flies – Ben Howard

Keep Your Head Up – Ben Howard

The Fear – Ben Howard

The Wolves – Ben Howard

Goodbye, Apathy – OneRepublic

Take Me To Church – Hozier

Wild Thing – Noah and the Whale

Anarchy in the UK – Sex Pistols

Baby Can I Hold You – Tracy Chapman

Dream Brother – Jeff Buckley

Changes – Will Young

Heartbeats – Jose Gonzalez

 Lily and Severus:

How Long – Paul Carrack

Don’t Let The Sun Go Down On Me – Elton John, George Michael

Hard to Say I’m Sorry – Chicago

Leaders of the Free World – Elbow

Mirrorball – Elbow

Puncture Repair – Elbow

Stand By Me – Ben E King

Lean on Me – Ben E King

Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers

Always Take The Weather With You – The Booze Bros

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and the Whale

Everybody’s Changing – Lily Allen

She’s Always A Woman – Billy Joel

Time After Time – Eva Cassidy

Jealousy – Will Young

Your Love Keeps Lifting Me (Higher and Higher) – Jackie Wilson

I Want You Back – The Jackson 5

Roll Away Your Stone – Mumford & Sons

Nobody – ELIZA

Wild World – Mr Big

Everyday Is Like Sunday – Morrisey

If There’s Any Justice – Lamar

Leave Right Now – Will Young

Don’t You (Forget About Me) – Simple Minds

World Shut Your Mouth – Julian Cope

What Time Do You Call This? – Elbow

Gone, Gone, Gone – Robert Plant and Alison Krauss

Chirpy Chirpy Cheep Cheep – Middle of the Road

Jealous Guy – Roxy Music

Breakfast At Tiffany’s – Deep Blue Something

Sunday Girl – Blondie

Heart of Glass – Blondie

Golden Touch – Razorlight

Hanging On Too Long – Duffy

White Lies – Paolo Nutini

These Streets – Paolo Nutini

Rewind – Paolo Nutini

We’re Not Right – David Gray

My Oh My – David Gray

Please Forgive Me – David Gray

I Can Never Be – Maverick Sabre

Open My Eyes – Maverick Sabre

Trouble – Ray Lamontagne

Home – Villagers

Ship of Promises – Villagers

My Lighthouse – Villagers

Just Friends – Amy Winehouse

Yesterday – The Beatles

Somewhere Only We Know – Keane

Gracious – Ben Howard

The Line – Noah and The Whale

Wild Thing – Noah and the Whale

How You Remind Me – Nickleback

Fall For Anything – The Script

Talk You Down – The Script

We Cry – The Script

You Could Be Happy – Snow Patrol

Little Lies – Fleetwood Mac

I Know It’s Over – The Smiths

Last Goodbye – Jeff Buckley

Who Am I – Will Young

Breakaway – George Ezra

Did You Hear The Rain? – George Ezra

The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore – James Morrison

 Marauders:

I Predict A Riot – Keiser Chiefs

Pass Out – Tinie Tempah

Trouble Maker – Olly Murs, Flo Rida

Friday I’m In Love – The Cure

Dance Wiv Me – Dizzie Rascal, Calvin Harris

Hey Ya! – OutKast

Take Me Out – Franz Ferdinand

Mr Blue Sky – Electric Light Orchestra

Enola Gay – Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark

1999 – Prince

Lippy Kids – Elbow

One Day Like This – Elbow

My Sad Captains – Elbow

Weather to Fly – Elbow

Station Approach – Elbow

Together in Electric Dreams – The Human League

Walking On Sunshine – Katrina & The Waves

L.I.F.E.G.O.E.S.O.N. – Noah and the Whale

Good People – Jack Johnson

Come On Eileen – Dexy’s Midnight Runners

Good Vibrations – The Beach Boys

Teenage Kicks – The Undertones

Beautiful Day – U2

You Ain’t Seen Nothing Yet – Bachman Turner Overdrive

Don’t Stop Believin’ – Journey

December 1963 (Oh What A Night) – The Family

I Will Wait – Mumford & Sons

More Than A Feeling – Boston

Stole The Show – Kygo, Parson James

September – Earth, Wind & Fire

Off The Wall – Michael Jackson

Life Is A Rollercoaster – Ronan Keating

Gold – Spandau Ballet

Bitter Sweet Symphony – The Verve

We Are Young – Fun

Everybody Wants To Rule The World – Tears For Fears

K2 – Elbow

Head for Supplies – Elbow

Dancing in the Moonlight – Toploader

Here Comes The Sun – The Beatles

Night Fever – Bee Gees

California Dreamin’ – The Mammas and the Pappas

Feel Good Inc. – Gorillaz

1973 – James Blunt

Half The World Away – Oasis

I Need A Holiday – Scouting For Girls

Keep On Walking – Scouting For Girls

Never Miss A Beat – Kaiser Chiefs

Paradise – Coldplay

Candy – Paolo Nutini

Make It Better – Gary Nock

Shine – Take That

Ride Wit Me – Nelly, City Spud

Handlebars – Flobots

Inbetween Days – The Cure

Expectations – Belle & Sebastian

Old Pine – Ben Howard

5 Years’ Time – Noah and the Whale

Old Joy – Noah and the Whale

Waiting For My Chance To Come – Noah and the Whale

Just Me Before We Met – Noah and the Whale

Give It All Back – Noah and the Whale

Tonight’s The Kind of Night – Noah and the Whale

Life is Life – Noah and the Whale

Holidays In The Sun – Sex Pistols

All Star – Smash Mouth

Jesus is a Rochdale Girl – Elbow

Don’t Stop – Fleetwood Mac

Express Yourself – Labrinth

Let The Sun Shine – Labrinth

Riptide – Vance Joy

Dog Days Are Over – Florence and the Machine

Older Chests – Damien Rice

Eskimo – Damien Rice

Big Bad World – Kodaline

Brand New Day – Kodaline

If anyone wants them as actual Spoitfy playlists do ask, cos I’m always a slut for wasting my time

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categorized and generalized all the types of tumblr aesthetics i have come across.

I have been going through archives for the last five years on tumblr now, and i can’t help but notice that a lot of blogs are the same. There seems to be a pattern in the sorts of aesthetics i run up against. So, in my exhaustion, i tried coming up with all the different aesthetics, and i tried to put them into certain categories. Obviously, some of these categories are mixed with others.

PORN TUMBLR

-general porn

-lesbian/gay general

-kinky stuff

-daddy dom stuff - tied up boobies

-bears

-just unrealistic nudes

-just realistic nudes

-vintage porn, and occasionally porn that is so old that it was drawn by someone in the 1800′s

- hentai and erotic animal people cartoon characters going at it

-person who took about five pictures of themselves naked five years ago who has not come back

RICH KID TUMBLR

-super modelesque kids in their super rich cool kid clothes and fashion in Starbucks taking pictures of their food and their trips to Europe in 1st class

- incredibly expensive looking sunglasses

-rich kid travel blogs with hundreds of thousands of notes of pictures from rich people buildings

-quotes that say 'be happy' or stuff about saying anyone can just travel anywhere at any time, just the general advice you might get from someone who doesn't know how the other half lives

- cats

VINTAGE TUMBLR

-the greatest generation stuff, forgotten early hollywood actors/actresses, very old movie gifs, Theda Bara, Clara Bow, Carol Lombard, early Joan Crawford, Gone with the Wind ect..

-50's, 60's and 70's, Nancy Sinatra, Brigitte Bardot, Marilyn Monroe, Audrey Hepburn – generally a lot of Audrey Hepburn

-Posts old advertisements and old cars, sometimes old toys, a few pinups, vintage comics, kinda weird

- vintage toy blogs - just toys, named and dated

-sometimes retrospace stuff

-sometimes just old comic book stuff

FEMINIST/ GENDER STUDIES TUMBLR

-intersectional feminists who post mostly text and back and forth writings, sometimes they fight 

-radfems and turfs, unpopular minority of angry at the intersectional feminists

- Fat Acceptance movement, chubby bunnies

-other girl's selfies, lots of girl power related drawings of gender symbols and the like, Grimes, being a witch, Courtney Love, sailor moon, and so forth, sometimes bleeds into soft grunge

-topics on transgender, gender fluid and others that have informative 

- asexual community

BLACK LIVES MATTER TUMBLR

-black lives matter awareness, police brutality, pointing out flaws in legal system

-lovely stylish selfies

-call outs of racism, lots of dialogue, and the extension of twitter

80's + 90's GIF TUMBLR

-like gifs of scratched up VCR obscure film openings, and repetitious obscure 80's gifs in general, everything is fuzzy and looks like it came from an 80' infomercial, kinda makes you feel scared

-90's gifs of Pee Wee Herman, Catdog, Clarissa Explains it All, Chucky Cheese, Fruit by the Foot, Beavus and Butthead, Bart Simpson, and so on

HIPPIE TUMBLR

-just like the rich kidz, only they have white kid dreads and post a lot of vanlife stuff, lots of festivals

-mostly psychedelic gifs, with occasional trippy art, Foster the People is their favorite band

-real hippies, who post pictures of communes and people making tyed dye things, nonsexual nudes with hairy women, Grateful Dead stuff

-Buddhist and Hindu quotes, sometimes lilies

SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

purple and pink skies, water, windows with lace

girls with pale skin and perfect make up, and chokers, bruises, sparkly skin

mermaid texture, mermaid hair colors

Lana Del Rey

kind of like 90's only more melty and pink

quotes about good vibes

Eternal Sunshine for the Spotless mind reference

moon print

dream pop bands from the early 90's

GROWN UP SOFT GRUNGE TUMBLR

picture of Uma Thurman overdosing in Pulp Fiction

lots and lots of flowers

lots of sensual pictures of pale skin under certain lighting

albino people

albino animals

pictures of sunrises

Reykjavic

kind of like the Soft Grunge, but just a little bit more subtle and film tumblry

ART BLOG TUMBLR

old roman art

chinese, japanese and korean art from long ago

renaissance and medieval art with religious context

just like medieval art of specifically torture

18th and 19th century portrait paintings

Scenic paintings of hills, Van Gogh, Toulouse-Lautrec, Monet

Dada, Pablo Picasso, Jackson Pollock, Salvador Dali, Andy Warhol, Adolph Wolfie

Modern art that is squiggly, slimy, and bizzare, breaks art rules but looks good, David Shrigley

Modern Surrealists

ARTIST BLOG TUMBLR

posts really great homemade gifs that nobody knows about infrequently

blogs that only have the artwork of the blog owner – generally post infrequently and not given enough credit ever, except maybe one of there works has a whole bunch of notes

person who keeps painting the same thing over and over again and does it a lot for years at a time, 0 notes usually – who are you??

collage artists that mix 50's scenes with hyperspace backdrops

FILM BLOG TUMBLR

-Stanley Kubrick, Jean Cocteau, lots of black and white french films

-that movie where the two people are sitting on the ledge of a building and the other one jumps off

Clockwork Orange

-Paris, Texas

David Lynch

Blue Velvet, Twin Peaks (gets stolen by other kinds of blogs frequently)

Wim Wenders,

Rare film art from Poland in the 70's

Jans Svankmajer

Man Ray, Max Ernst,

cool quotes by philosopher, artist, psychologist, or film director

Amelie

sometimes Wes Anderson

PHOTOGRAPHY TUMBLR

abandoned places, gas stations, archaic cafes, falling apart amusement parks

uses too much dark fade out in the background pictures of fields and stuff, overused filtering – posted a ton three years ago and then left

just photostock

girl who takes pictures of herself in costume

Nature pictures, animal pictures ect..

person who just takes pictures of textures and minimalist buildings – usually colorful

person who's personal Instagram picture just automatically post to tumblr also, probably never checks up, usually pictures of them with friends as a pub

Indigenous pictures from around the world, some of them from books, some from National Geographic, some from other places

Super old pictures from old newspapers, the great depression, WW2 – generally black and white

MUSIC TUMBLR

Really likes Led Zeppelin, The Doors and The Who, sometimes mixed with other vintage, often posts the same pictures and songs for years – you feel bad because no new music will be coming out from these artists

super cheesy Van Halen, Kiss, Styx, Ozzy person, Big Hair, likes 80's pin ups and skulls, sometimes into martial arts

super cheesy death metal fan, lots of pinups, corny black and white pictures of skulls and such

REALLY likes British Invasion, The Zombies, The Kinks, The Hollies, The Animals, will occasionally post Detroit girl groups from the 60's, some Velvet Underground, pictures of the Beatles girlfriends

Just David Bowie, Lou Reed, Patti Smith and Iggy Pop. Maybe some New York Dolls

Old Blues and Jazz, Etta James, Son House, Nina Simone, pictures of Leadbelly and Howlin' Wolf and especially Miles Davis

really into post punk, Nick Cave, Siouxsie, Bauhaus, The Cure, Einsturzende Neubauten, Lydia Lunch, PJ Harvey and Rowland S. Howard, sometimes Morrissey. also generally mixes film and art blog stuff in with occasional feminist things

Just Morrissey, they call him Moz.

Fan clubs for specific bands that are newer and popular like Arctic Monkeys or Fallout Boy, but also ones blogs that really like emo lyrics from early 2000's and such – scene kids that are still scenin' it up

loves Jens Lekman, Belle and Sebastian, The Magnetic Fields and The Pains of Being Pure at Heart, Cigarettes After Sex. Usually posts really cute modern art, and uses tumblr mostly for writing, has the cutest hair cut and can pull off overalls, never posts too little or too much, extremely twee

HISTORY TUMBLR

ancient mesopotamia, greek and Egyptian history and relics

Blogs that are specifically about one place in one era - Ancient Russia, Ireland before it was taken over, precolonial India and so on

Samurai, Geisha, and scrolls

Swords, knights, castles, kings of Europe in general

Specific Wars, examples: 7 Years War, Revolutionary War, WW1 + 2

France from before the revolution – pictures of wigged men, Napoleon, Marie Antoinette

Jane Austen time era anything 18th and 19th century, slight excuse to post lots of Pride and Prejudice gifs with Keira Knightly and that Mr. Darcy in the rain

Outfits – just outfits that are really old

person who is obsessed with the Nazis and seems to like Hitler

Flappers and earlier 20th – often an excuse to post gifs of Downton Abbey

Vintage books, often children books, but sometimes others

DESIGN TUMBLR

really fucked up pictures of the Simpsons melting and stuff

gradient graphic art with symbols or words meant to convey a product that I don't understand for an obscure magazine subscription

graphic squiggles without form, minimalist graphic pictures of beach balls, tennis bats, and sneakers

bizarre smiley faces made from smaller smiley faces

80's inspired design

odd looking models with undercuts and no eyebrows

cartoon dogs and cats

just static and glitches. Nothing more, nothing less

either they make their own graphic designs and they rarely post, or they compile reblogs of everyone else's and they post all the time

WEIRDO TUMBLR

insane family pictures of family who all has mullet dressed as bumble bees

Lots of Robert Crumb, some vintage stuff, but nothing remotely main stream

Some of the modern art, but only the weirdest of it

claymation masks

Comix

Moebius

art from early Power Point

100 piece sculptures with melted toys

paintings of monsters

Steve Brule

children's fan art of Smokey the Bear – looks disturbing

Items that are too kitschy to be accepted by your average vintage indie blog

sometimes a specific blog centered around some kind of crazy event where everyone dresses completely insane

POLITICAL TUMBLR

the communists and Marxists

a mixture of BLM and LGBTQ stuff

the libertarians, anarchocapitalists, Ayn rand folk

the left wing anarchists, freegans, graffiti punks, garden punks, possums

informative left wing news that explains to us everyday how the GOP is fucking us

alt. right creeps who are simply here to be trolls and upset everyone else – anti SJW, that stupid frog, nationalists, trump supporters and such – irrelevant poorly thought memes

I miss Obama memes

Bernie Sanders forever and always folk

RAINBOW TUMBLR

pictures of rainbow candies, toys, designs, clothing and so forth all of it rainbow

people who post one color at a time, so when you go through their archive it's all gradient and neat looking – usually the pictures are a little stock photoish though

HALLOWEEN TUMBLR

Betty Page

The Cramps. Reverend Horton Heat

Psychobilly pin ups, old cars, burning skulls, vintage B horror movies, The Swamp Thing

Legitimately obsessed with the activities of Halloween – posts witches, devils, trick or treat candy, Bella Lugosi, The Monster Mash, Halloween decoration - and doesn't ever forget how many days away Halloween is

Jack the Skeleton

Freddy Krueger

FANCLUB TUMBLR

Superwholock

Hannigram

American Horror Story

K Pop and J Pop + Korean Drama

boy bands in general

Hamilton

My Little Ponies

Ghibli Studios

Various anime shows

fat Disney princesses

Super heroes

Pokemon

Big Bang Theory

Mighty Boosh

Monty Python

Phantom of the Opera

Labyrinth

Vampire Chronicles

Orange is the New Black

Breaking Bad

Alice in Wonderland

Harry Potter

Star Wars

Steven Universe

Adventure Time

Game of Thrones and Walking Dead

any television show really

Furry cartoons

lots of spacy quick anime chibi versions of characters who are hooking up and wouldn't normally in the show

scenes from movies with subtext that comes from a different movie or show

probably countless others i am not thinking of.

SPECIALTY TUMBLR

serial killer blogs

unexplained mysteries, ghosts, ufo's

pictures of galaxies with information (not sparkly silly ones with no context)

sewing and yarn

precious stones

cars

just gardening

just cats

religious blogs, either Islam, Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Buddhist

specific animal blogs, snake, spiders, wild cats and such

science blogs about technology and stuff

NATURE TUMBLR

stock photoish pictures of camp grounds and misty mountains – often taken by the hippies

angelic looking deer, and occasional animal burials with flowers'

person who takes pictures of flowers all the time

granola type fellow who loves juicing and backpacking – doesn't get on tumblr much

BLACK AND WHITE GOTH TUMBLR

slenderman fan art, actually just about anything creepypasta related

you have to turn off the music when you visit their page because it's just too much

fan art of black eyed children

slit wrists

pictures that were turned into Gifs because they shake

taxidermy

screamo lyrics

Alice in wonderland with X's for eyes

gothic models

occasional serial killer

skulls and references to Edgar Allan Poe

GIF MEME TUMBLR

just a sea of Gifs and memes relating to anything about life ever – almost shitposting but not quite

eventually one of the gifs got 100,000 notes for it's relatability so they get a lot of traffic

lots of pictures and circumstances from The Office, Parks and Rec, and It's Always Sunny in Philadelphia

Nihilist memes

SOFTY TUMBLR

kind of a little girl dom thing going on

Kawai and lots of Japanese girls

cute colorful make up

plushies and toys

references to fantasy cartoons from the 80's, the last unicorn, or that one with the girls in that band

Polly Pockets, Furbies, trolls

gifs of stars and hearts

Sailor Moon

pink bedroom

baby animals

occasionally more on the vintage kitschy side

WICCA TUMBLR

ravens, bats, candles

pentacles and other symbols

crystals

sometimes there is dreads

occasionally, it is a serious practicing Wicca who posts spells and gives witch advice

lots of personal reflections

boobs

GROSS TUMBLR

Tim and Eric, Steve Brule centered blog that are mostly in the act to make you feel queezy

like, people eating cheerios with ketchup and people wearing shoes with the soles cut out, people putting their feet in spagetti, bad tattoos on foreheads

snails, beetles, bird doing mean things to people

mostly moldy things, moss, strange dolls

things that look like they came from the dark crystal,

delapitating bedrooms that once belonged to a little girl, torn wall paper, old porcelain dolls that are slightly upsetting

Clowns

occasionally a blog so gross you will be ruined for having seen it – Two Girls one Cup sort of thing

NERD TUMBLR

old video game start up pages

Super Mario Bros.

Other video game characters

chibis of video game characters interacting with one another

Final Fantasy references

randomly doesn't post for a year

SELF HELP TUMBLR

blog that gives dumb advice that only works if you were already happy anyway

either semi fake or oversimplified 'psyche facts'

blogs from people who suffer from addiction or mental illness and want help and use their blog to vent

blogs ran by people who enjoy crystal meth and don’t give a fuck.

worthy of mentioning, blogs that nobody ever posted a single thing or just one thing, like, really cryptic blogs that nobody could ever understand, blogs that were taken over by some kind of virus and they are trying to sell you male pattern baldness remedies, or they are now call absurdly pornographic things because the virus took over and now they are like blonde cumfuck creampie or something of that nature, and blogs were the person was basically saying they have found a girlfriend/boyfriend now and don’t need tumblr anymore so goodbye

and in my experience ...

anybody can post pictures of jiggly boobs

anybody can post Grace Jones

anybody can post a Bjork song

these seem to be universal truths that defy limitations