#Mulberry blooms

[blxphotos]

Ministremma tuberosum 🪻

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[darewolfcreates]

Some more Freddie and Nightlight drawings .w.

Referenced post here

Freddie and Georgie by @eldritchparasol

[vazaha-tya]

Hello there from the other side!

Today I come with a thirst for knowledge, I entered hyperfixation again and well I need information BUT FIRST OF ALL! If any of these questions will be answered in the future in the no longer human au! you can skip them very easily or if I answered them and since I am a Dory brain I skipped them too!!

Let's start, I'm several, I'll do it in a partial exam/activity mode because I'm traumatized by it due to my practices. 1) What is the color of the Mulciber house? (I have my theory but x) Well, things that represent the house in general. 2) Who is the head of the family? And his heir? And as for the Mulberry house, does it also have a representative, let's say? 3) Reasons for there being a Mulberry branch? And what is its color and new representative things? 4) Something about the lore of this family that you can say or that you have discarded. 5) By the way, is House Mulciber a vassal of some house or was it before or does it have vassals? Now that they separated, what happened? Is this subject to the Mulberry branch?

I have more questions that I don't remember and others are more about the lore of the Gaunt family but I will wait for it in the universe, I hope you have a great week, take care and stay hydrated!!!💙🖤💙🖤

Hello! I hope you're well! I can definitely answer those questions! Some of them will come up in the fic, but not all of it since the Mulcibers aren't the focus. I don't mind giving you an overview.

The Mulciber colours are burgundy, red and grey. Their symbol is a grey star surrounded by red fire on a burgundy background. The reason for that is that Mulciber means smelter, and it refers to the god Hephaestus who crafts weapons in his forge.

The Mulcibers used to be known for their enchanted forge and the magical weapons they produced during the wars against goblins. Even the goblins - begrudgingly - praised Mulciber blacksmiths, though they think it ridiculous that the weapons are designed to shatter at the end of war (although it is what makes them especially powerful and on par with goblin craft, the willingness to sacrifice a possible mean of defence heightens the magical output of the weapons). The Mulciber ancestral mansion is called The Kiln, and the forge is still there, though it is inactive in times of peace.

The Head of House Mulciber is Paris Mulciber. He has two children, Jason and Cassandra. There are three branch families which I haven't named, they exist because wizards of the family who distinguish themselves earn the right to establish their own household. So here, there are four branch families.

The Mulberry branch is irl named this because I was on Google Maps looking through the streets of London and there's a street called Berry street. In universe, the founder of the Mulberry branch was called Pyramus Mulciber. If you don't know, Pyramus and Thisbe are tragic lovers (the ancestors of Romeo and Juliet in some way) who planned to meet under a mulberry tree but a series of misunderstandings lead to their deaths.

The different branches keep the same family symbol, but they usually wear an accessory that denotes that they're not main family. For the Mulberry branch, it's Hector Mulciber, Hadrian's uncle, who wears a signet ring with an engraved mulberry on it. Medea wore them as earrings.

The Mulberry family has no vassals. They are Nobles but not Ancient, and gained their title by distinguishing themselves in goblin wars which makes them a wealthy family with a good reputation, but leaves them quite in the mid-ranking nobility, all things considered.

All Mulciber children are invited to The Kiln to learn how to smith. It is a rite of passage. Hadrian is unfortunately deprived from it because he is a Riddle.

If you have other questions, don't hesitate! This was fun. Take care!

[lilidawnonthemoon]

[terrainunexplored]

Mulberry bloom

Don Panditha. Melbourne, Australia.

[hylianengineer]

Persimmon: divisiveness, contrasts, bittersweetness.

Mulberry: generosity, mutual flourishing, sometimes the best things in life are a bit messy.

Pecan: patience, wisdom, community. Biding your time so that your plans will unfold at just the right moment.

Wood sorrel: summertime, warmth and cheerfulness, the unexpected

American/Rugel's Plantain: healing, soothing, compassion

As a society, we need to return to plant symbolism, but not the obscure and arbitrary stuff—a lot of plants' meanings were connected to their medicinal properties or other properties. More of that, and include the ecological roles and values too. More plant symbolism where plants "mean" things because they really do literally mean those things

Red poppies came to symbolize remembrance of fallen soldiers and hope for a peaceful future because they flourished in the fields after WW1 due to the disturbance caused by the bombings, which created the perfect environment for an early-successional-stage plant. Do you see what I'm saying

[beefcakekinard]

pulling someone in by the waist please??? 💜💜

28. pulling someone in by the waist

Spread out on the sheets in front of him, Evan is a vision in pink.

Against the white cotton, his skin takes on a rosy tint, glowing warm and vivid with the blood pumping steadily through his veins. The scars on his leg shine pearlescent, peeking out from under a veil of dark hairs. Tommy's eyes travel up each of Evan's legs, over his bent knees, up to his inner thighs where healing hickeys bloom in carnation. Tommy smiles at the memory of leaving them there, two days ago. They beg for refreshing.

Tommy's eyes linger next on Evan's cock, the rouge that deepens and deepens at the tip where it rests against the swell of Evan's stomach. He forces his gaze higher, to Evan's dusky nipples, the bright cherry flush of arousal that starts on his chest and seeps up his throat, over his cheeks and his ears. Evan's orchid-petal lips part on an exhale and Tommy aches to touch them. He looks at Evan's mulberry-sweet birthmark and can almost taste his skin.

"See something you like?" Evan asks, his lips curling into a grin. Tommy slips his hands to cup Evan's calves and relishes his living heat.

"You're beautiful," he confesses, and he'd say it a thousand times for how it makes Evan's blush deepen.

"C'mere," Evan beckons. Tommy can't deny him.

He leans over Evan's body, holding himself up by his forearms on either side of Evan's face, scarcely allowing their skin to touch as he presses their lips together. Evan sighs into Tommy's mouth, wraps his arms around Tommy's shoulders and his long, long legs around Tommy's waist; he pulls Tommy down against him until Tommy covers him like a blanket, miles of skin on skin that Tommy could get drunk off of.

"Are you gonna fuck me or what?" Evan asks. He rolls his hips up, grinds their cocks together, and pleasure pulses deep in the pit of Tommy's stomach. Tommy kisses down Evan's neck as Evan continues to grind against his stomach; he nips at Evan's skin right where he knows he's sensitive, relishes the gasp this pulls from him, then sits back up. He immediately misses the heat of Evan's body, and Evan reaches to pull him back in.

Then he says, "Turn over," and Evan gives him a cheeky grin. He complies, settling on his hands and knees in front of Tommy.

Tommy grabs the lube and slicks himself up, slips two fingers into Evan, easy as anything, making sure he's still ready from earlier. Evan groans when he crooks his fingers and rubs gentle circles into his prostate. He waits until Evan starts rocking his hips into the motion to pull his fingers out and wipe his wet hand against the sheets.

"You're gonna kill me," Evan mumbles.

Tommy chuckles. "What a way to go, huh?" He kisses the arch of Evan's spine and leans in close to his ear, where he murmurs, "You ready, baby?"

"I've been ready, Tommy, please."

Tommy pulls back again then shuffles closer on his knees. He wraps his hands around either side of Evan's waist and settles them into the position he wants, with his dick pressed up to the soft give of Evan's hole. Tommy doesn't press in so much as he pulls Evan back to meet him. He pulls Evan onto his cock by the grip he has on his waist, until Evan's ass rests against his thighs, his legs splayed to either side of Tommy's.

Evan moans as Tommy bottoms out, whines, "God, Tommy," into his own arms, his face pressed down into them. Tommy's own breath catches at how easy the slide is, how readily Evan's body accommodates him, how eagerly Evan's already rolling his hips to grind Tommy into him deeper, deeper. Tommy uses his hold on Evan's waist to rock him forward, then back; it's barely any movement, but the hot wet press of Evan around him already has Tommy's head spinning.

"Show me how much you want it, baby," Tommy says, and helps Evan repeat the motion. He nudges his own hips forward at the last second, drawing a whine out of Evan, a shudder working its way up Evan's spine to his shoulders. Evan starts moving himself, working himself in earnest on Tommy's dick.

Evan's voice always gets higher when Tommy fucks him, desperate whining ah ah ahs escaping from the top of his throat with every thrust. He can still draw them out like this, helping Evan fuck himself onto his cock - Evan's voice breaks on one when Tommy shifts one of his legs to get better leverage and manages to sink deeper into him. Tommy takes a moment, watches where they're connected, how he disappears into the soft, wet heat of Evan's body again and again.

"Tommy," he whines. "Please, please, I need more-" He cuts himself off on a deep, gasping groan as Tommy shifts again, dragging his hands down to Evan's hips and adjusting their balance just so to give Evan a hard, brutal thrust.

The whole world narrows down to them - the way they gasp each other's names, the way Evan still begs vaguely for more; the way it feels for Tommy to bury himself in Evan, the slick-tight glide around his cock pulling him in and in and in. Tommy leans over Evan once more, reducing his thrusts to a tight grind he can tell is directly over Evan's prostate from the way Evan keens and claws at the sheets under his hands. He gets his hand around Evan's dick - leaking so hard he's drenched with it and Tommy doesn't need any lube at all to glide his fist tight around him.

"Come on, baby, come on," Tommy grunts. The pitch of Evan's moans grows higher, higher, until his whole body locks on a gasp and he shudders the air out of his lungs as he shudders through his release. Tommy grinds in deep, once, twice, and follows, choking on a moan when he reaches that peak and he loves it like this - when he knows Evan's pleasure through the tight squeeze of his body, and finds his own from it.

When he's ready to think again, he pulls out and flops onto his back beside Evan, who immediately drags himself to lay on top of him, shoulders-on-shoulders and skin-to-skin all the way down. Tommy takes his full weight gladly and smiles when Evan starts carding his fingers through his hair.

"Hey," Tommy murmurs. He wraps his arms around Evan's waist, holding him tight, even though there's no chance either of them are going anywhere anytime soon.

"Hi," Evan returns, with a big, dopey grin.

Evan's cheeks swell bright and round like ripe peaches with his smile. Tommy kisses them both, back and forth, over and over until Evan's giggling on top of him and grabbing at him to keep him still. With a hand in Tommy's hair and the other cradling his cheek, Evan kisses him soft and slow and this - well, Tommy could do this forever.

[yandere-yearnings]

Truly cannot think about anything else rn than just absolutely COVERING Sun in hickies fr

Throat, titties, inner thighs, literally anywhere this man will let me

Bonus points if I get to finger him or give him a handjob while i do it because honestly i need him to be whiny and needy and pathetic like rn or I will go insane ty

your mind honestly,, bringing all the good ideas to the table😌💕 this was getting lengthy so it's handjob, leading into implications of fingering bc the imagination is a wonderful thing haha🤧 i can do a continuation sometime if you want tho❗❗sun really isn't hard to make fall apart tbh you could breathe in his ear the wrong way and he's basically gone😔💔

NSFW under the cut!

Skin between teeth had never tasted so good to you. Fingers digging into damp flesh, curling into tense thighs, Sun gasped and his back pressed to the sheets. "Y/N," he whispered, and you could feel his Adam's apple bob against your lips, breathless, "I can't anymore..."

Underneath you, his body lay a mess, blooming mulberry and red where you couldn't stop yourself from biting. Your nails indented in the shape of crescents, on his hips and calves, marked into a heaving chest. You thought he looked the prettiest picture of debauched — but it still wasn't enough.

"Of course you can," you kissed at the tears on his cheeks, a devilish grin unraveling at the way his abdomen spasmed when your fingers brushed it, just shy of his leaking cock. "You can take it, you're always so good for me, aren't you?"

Sun's whine was broken, sounded like a sin where it tapered into a moan as your fingers finally gripped him. From base to tip, languid strokes that had him writhing. Candlelight could not catch his beauty, but the flames flecked spots of orange over wet skin; made him look ethereal.

"Please," voice choked, shaky fingers wrapping ever so loosely against your wrist, barely stopping you from the ministrations that were driving him mad. "Fuck- Please, Y/N, I won't- I won't last," his eyes squeezed shut, panting so hard it wracked the frame. Sun tasted of the salt in his sweat, but he oozed sweetness when he looked at you. As though the earth was opening up in the encompassing brown you'd fallen for, so tender when you placed a kiss to his neck, licked a trail down his sternum all the way, just to sink your teeth over his heart.

"Prettiest thing," you cooed when he whimpered, when your thumb played with that spot just under his glistening head, and you watched transparent fluid bubble up from the slit. "This is all you need, isn't it? All you could ever want."

"Y-Yeah..." Sun gasped, going entirely spineless, "g'nna come, fuck- Y/N," his head lolled to the side, lidded eyes barely able to focus. "Need you inside. Please."

Your brow cocked, hand stilling. "Oh?" You smiled. "You're honest today."

At those words, he glared, although the action didn't hold much weight with how hard he was trying to keep the sounds of his pleasure contained. "I always am," Sun muttered a second later, causing you to laugh.

"My bad," you kissed behind his ear, "you're right." Swiping at trails of spit leading to slick lips, and gently pushing your fingers into his mouth, you felt a surge of pride at how easily he took you in. His tongue laved at the digits with familiar ease, fluttering his lashes at you in that same provocative way as always. "Such a slut," you mumbled, amused.

"Just for you," he rasped as you retracted your hand. Little breaths puffed out slow, Sun watched with unbridled desire as you slid down between his legs, exactly where he wanted. "Isn't that how you like me?"

You hummed in agreement, planting a hickey just shy of his groin, somewhere on his plush expanse of inner thigh, "it's how I love you."

[http-tokki]

don't go insane

~ choso kamo x fem!reader (tattoo artist choso au) ~tags/cw: mature content, lil smut, explicit language, talking about the pains of being a woman (iud, pap smear etc), aged up yuji. ~ mixed/third pov ~ wc: 2.5k ~ part of need to know fic: chptr one

~a/n: very small chapter because believe it or not, this took so much mental effort to get out, I could not figure out how to progress it past the initial meeting but the next part is coming soon, this is a lil taster

Saturo was no help. A constant barrage of jokes flooded your phone screen in every form possible, with an encouraging text from Suguru slipping into the stacking text notifications, the former however was no help. The little goblin made of nightmares named Anxiety settled into the walls of your stomach, poking at the fleshy, spongey insides and giggling each time you clenched your fist. The repetitive motion usually calmed the nervousness, a habit developed in early childhood that had so far in life been a great distraction from the impending doom that seemed to encompass you each time you stepped a foot outside your front door, but today it was no help at all. Afraid of looking silly in front of two rather attractive men you find yourself abandoning the action in favour of a more discrete tactic, one you had vowed to give up in response to the scar tissue that had built along the inside of your bottom lip.

Getting out of the house these days was a little tougher and required more effort and energy to step out into the world and socialise, and that was okay; at least, that’s what your therapist tells you each time you fork over two hundred and thirty dollars for a sixty-minute session. It is all right to be a little uneasy when going out into the world because everyone else is just as unconfident in their footing, and you can only control your actions; the decisions made by others are uncontrollable and unplanned, and that’s okay. It’s all okay, it’s all fine. Fine.  You feel your lips pull down into a frown.

“Hey, you all right?” a voice asks from your left.

You turn to face the voice and are greeted by the smiling boy who had greeted you.

“Yeah, I’m okay, thanks,” a sigh whooshes from your body. “Just a little nervous about being alone is all.” You feel your mouth mirror the smile he gives you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t catch your name?”

“Yuji!” the boy beams and leans further over the counter. “And don’t worry, Choso is very chill; he’ll even let you pick the music if you ask!”

You genuinely smile at his childlike demeanour, and your stomach knots loosen a tad. Yuji is warm, his energy comforting and familiar as if you had met him once before, and come to think of it, he did look rather familiar to someone you had met when you were younger.

“Have we met be-“

“Did you want to – ohh, sorry. You first,” Yuji stumbles over his words, pausing and gesturing you to finish your thought.

“I was just going to ask if we’ve met before, You’re familiar.”

Yuji beams at your question but shakes his head, pink hair falling over his forehead. “I don’t think so, I would have remembered such a pretty face.”

Warmth blooms in your cheeks at the blatant flirting, and you’re flattered and maybe a little too old for him.

“Can you stop flirting with my client?” Choso walks into the foyer, holding stencils, ID, and consent forms in one hand, and a pair of grey slippers in the other. The shoes looked a little too small for someone of his size but they could just be normal size and look tiny in his gigantic hand.

Locking eyes with your artist, you finally get a good look at him and he is unnervingly beautiful in a way that you never thought anyone could be. Deep shadows cradle tired mulberry-hued eyes that are framed with thick lashes that fill you with no end of envy, and his face is exhausted and gaunt, yet the fullness of his cheeks and lips suggest that he is healthy and not malnourished in any way apart from sleep maybe. A raised but old scar ran over his nose, tinted a slightly darker shade than his porcelain complexion, but it was the imperfection, the rip in what is undeniably a beautiful artwork of a human, that made him all the more gorgeous and the hair, oh god, his hair. Raven-coloured locks fell to just above his shoulders in messy layers and pushed back from his face with a zig-zag headband that had your chest heating in both envy and desire. 

More heat spreads across your face, tinting your ears in a soft blush at the heavy emphasis on possessive adjectives, and you know he doesn’t mean it that way, but you can’t help your heart's racing.

 Yuji frowns, his bottom lip jutting out in a pout.

“She could be my client,” he turns back to you, eyes wide in asking “and Cho can supervise, I need the training.”

You frown, dramatic apology written across your features as you look towards Choso. In any other instance, you would be willing to sit for an apprentice but you had been wanting something done by Kamo for months now and as much as you didn’t want to disappoint Yuji, you wanted Choso’s work more.

“Not today, bro. I’m sorry.,” Choso beats you to the punch, slashing through his apprentice’s hopes to tattoo and score a date with one clean strike. “Ask Yuki when she comes in; she’ll let you.”

Yuji’s pout deepens, and you can’t deny he is cute, but maybe next time, when you need a little filler or you have some cash to spare. You share a frown with the pink-haired boy and turn to Choso, careful to avoid eye contact as he holds out your identification card and the pair of slippers.

“These are for you if you want to change out of the boots.” His eyes flick down to the heavy Doc Martens that adorn your feet. “You can go into the room, I’ve just gotta grab a few things from the storeroom.”

Oh, that’s why they were so small. You accept the shoes and card with a shy smile, thanking him quietly for the unnecessary kindness with the borrowed slippers and follow him down the small hallway. You want to say something, a small joke to fill the silence, but nothing comes to mind, your brain suddenly devoid of any thoughts other than how much you wanted him to pin you against a wall. Fire twists in your gut at that image. Strong tattooed hands pinning yours above your head as his mouth trails down your neck, nipping at the delicate skin of your throat, then collarbones, then chest. How easily he could rip the front of your dress open, hands groping and mouth biting.

“I’m just gonna duck out to grab some more ink cups but make yourself comfy. You can sit wherever until we put the stencil on.” Choso stops in the doorway of his space, gesturing into the room with an open palm. “Bathroom is down the hall” he jabs behind him with his thumb.

With a shaky breath in, you nod and step into the room, carefully avoiding any contact you might have with him in fear of possibly melting into nothing but a puddle of blood and bones. He gives you a tight smile before disappearing down the hall. How were you meant to have him tattoo you if you could barely hold it together when there was space between you both? Your skin is burning, tingling with whatever it was he made you feel and there was an ache so deep in your chest it hurt, but all those things could be anxiety, could be caused by the fact you were out of your element and not by the fact you were about to be tattooed by the most gorgeous human you had ever seen. Or maybe it was your body telling you that you needed to get dicked down by Choso Kamo. But anxiety and horny go hand in hand, right?

--

“Can you relax for me?” Choso’s request is soft and accompanied by small taps along your spine as he readies your skin for the stencil.

A shaky breath leaves your lungs as you whisper a sorry and roll your shoulders forward in an attempt to shed the stiffness that had taken over your entire body the instance Choso’s fingers brushed across your skin. 

Your poor body has not known relaxation since stepping into the small studio. Between the constant heat coursing through your veins, your heart racing to the point of panic and your stomach twisting so uncomfortably good, you couldn’t focus on anything apart from the man before you, well behind you. Initially, you had wanted the tattoo running along your forearm, having just enough space for the small dagger and wings but after Choso had suggested moving the piece to run down your spine, your mind had been changed. It was perfect! You had been wanting to get something along your vertebrae for months now but hadn’t found anything you loved enough to commit, until now.

 What you hadn’t accounted for was how it would be tattooed. You had very well thought you would be lying face down on the bed, Choso hovering over you as he inked your skin but that would have surely been murder on his back and judging by the looks of him, he was not ready to make that sacrifice, so now you sit comfortably on a small cushioned stool, hunched over the bed to allow Choso access to your bare back.

 Oh my god, you weren’t going to make it through the appointment.

--

Warm hands are laid flat against your shoulder blades and you flinch, unaware you were going to feel the full weight of his hands on you.

“Sorry. I didn’t mean-“Choso rushes to apologise, removing his hands as if having them on you was a great offence.

“It’s okay. You just scared me, I didn’t know you were going to touch me.”

“Oh, uhh is it- am I going to “he struggles with the sentence, unsure as to how to word his question without sounding like a misogynistic asshole. “Are you going to be okay with me touching you? For the tattoo!” Choso all but shouts the end of his question, the clarification sending heat to both your cheeks.

“You can touch me, it’s okay.” You nod, perhaps a little too feverishly than you wanted to but you needed to ease his worries that you might be that kind of client. 

The kind of client that flinches at every pass of the gun and begs for breaks every ten minutes. You know first-hand how embarrassing it is to watch someone cry and whine because of a tattoo as if the pain was unbearable and unavoidable. You had suffered through years of period pains, laser hair removal, IUD insertions, pap smears, getting smacked in the boob right before your period, eyebrow threading and so much more and even then, you refused to make a sound. Almost passing out on the gynaecologist’s table when she rammed the measuring rod right up into the top of your uterus, and even then the only sound that came out of you was a small ouch. You refuse to be seen as someone who would flinch at a tattoo. 

Choso smiles back, restrained and small and you worry that maybe your over-enthusiastic consent may have contributed to that less genuine more annoyed retail worker smile and you find yourself starting to spiral into thoughts of needing to apologise and make up for the weird tension that now filled the room but that would be three steps backwards according to your therapist.

‘It is not your responsibility to figure out other people’s emotions before they have them and even then, it is not your responsibility to fix or change it’  

Each week you are reminded of that in that small corner office and you’ve heard those words so many times, you might as well get it tattooed on your arm to remind you of that fact.

So instead of opening your mouth and spewing word vomit everywhere, you smile back and take in a deep breath, nodding at your artist to continue prepping your skin for the stencil.

--

Choso sits behind you, gently laying the paper atop your skin, lining up the tip of the dagger with vertebrae, and he has to concentrate extra hard to stop his hands from shaking because he cannot place this stencil on you for the fourth fucking time. It had taken him three attempts already and not because of the size of the drawing or the curve of your spine, but the fact his mind wandered away each time his skin touched yours. Wandered to a place where no client should ever be found, a place reserved only for fictional characters and the occasional crush but here you were, front and centre in Choso’s mind. Bent over the tattoo table, dress pushed up just far enough for him to watch his cock sliding in and out of you, slick and precum dripping down your thighs and pooling on the sanitized floor below. Your hands grip the edge of the foam mattress, the other held behind your back fingers entwined with his as you whined and moaned, crying out Choso’s name as you barely held it together before coming all over his cock with a whimper.

The image has Choso’s cock hardening in his sweats and he curses the fact he decided to change into comfy clothes instead of the jeans he wore this morning. His attention needs to shift away from the thought of you and to the present reality of you. Looking up, he catches you already staring at him and for a split second, he freaks out and looks down at his crotch. Had he said something out loud? Or accidentally made it super obvious he was insanely horny for you?  The anxiety seems to do the job as he feels his dick softening, heart racing for another reason entirely.

“Do you need me to move or help you out with anything?” you timidly ask, brows furrowing in worry at the fact he had not been able to line the stencil up yet. Would he be okay to tattoo you? His hand did seem to shake a lot.

Choso shakes his head, puts down the stencil and reaches for the roll of paper towels on his station. “I think I've just had too much caffeine and it’s giving me a bit of a headache.” His gloved fingers pinch the bridge of his nose. “My hands don’t shake this much, I promise. This has never happened before.”

Yeah, he’s never had a client so insanely hot he has been unable to do this job. Choso was not going to make it through his appointment alive.

[breelandwalker]

Flower Moon - May 22-23, 2024

Ready your gathering baskets and your best shoes for traipsing, witches - it’s time to greet the Flower Moon!

Flower Moon

The Flower Moon gives us the fulfillment of the first flush of the Pink Moon, with fragrant blossoms greeting us at every turn and heralding the merry month of May. The floral name for this particular cycle is shared by a number of indigenous nations, include the Algonquin, Anishnaabe, and Dakota. Other names include Budding Moon and Frog Moon (Cree), Planting Moon (Dakota and Lakota), and the Moon of Mulberry (Choctaw).

European names for this moon include Milk Moon (Anglo-Saxon) and Hare Moon (Celtic, allegedly). Some modern pagan circles also call it the Grass Moon as well, since the flourishing of grasslands is more common in some areas than the appearance of flowers.

This full moon peaks during daylight hours in the Western Hemisphere (around 9:53am EDT), so the moon may appear to be full on both the nights of the 22nd and 23rd.

What Does It Mean For Witches?

As we pass the spring rites and move toward the summer season, it’s the perfect time to celebrate your growth and the ways in which you want to flourish. This is the season for romance and love, and not just that which comes when we put on flower crowns and go a-Maying. This is a time to love ourselves as much as each other, to celebrate our bonds, and to be reminded of our own beauty and strength. Remember the things you love about yourself and consciously take a moment to remind your loved ones how much you care for them.

It is also a time to celebrate fertility, be it animal, vegetable, mineral, or spiritual. Put new plans into action, start that project you’ve been meaning to do, embark on that new hobby or activity you wanted to try. If you have a long-term goal or a big project, now is the time to outline your path to completion and plan how to direct your energy so you don’t burn out halfway through. Don’t hold back - break through the walls of imposter syndrome and anxiety, indulge in your creative urges, and let your inspiration soar. What you choose to plant and nurture now determines what you will harvest later in the year. And above all, remember to have FUN!

What Witchy Things Can We Do?

If you’ve been feeling the urge to do some flower-related magic, now is the perfect time! Familiarize yourself with the wildflowers in your area and if possible, maybe grab your basket and scissors and go on a foraging trip. Remember to properly identify flowers before picking them, don’t overharvest, and don’t take anything from private property without permission or from national parks full stop. You can press the flowers with a notebook and something flat and heavy, or you can dry them in hanging bunches, in a cardboard tray, or in a low-temp oven for later use.

This is also a good opportunity to get your hands in the dirt and connect with the land where you live. If there are plants in your care, take a little time to do some pruning and watering. Check them for spring pests and treat where needed. Give them some love - talk to them, sing to them, encourage them to grow tall and strong and abundant. Bless them as you tend their plots and reaffirm your commitment to be a good caretaker.

As an exercise, try making flower crowns, garlands, bouquets, wreaths, or centerpieces using plant correspondences, flower language, or color magic for a desired effect. This can be done with real flowers or silk ones, depending on how long you want to keep them around. Try your hand at making flower water with roses or other blooms - it makes a wonderful base for moon water!

Experiment with recipes for dishes and drinks that use edible flowers too! Whether it’s color-changing butterfly peaflower tea, sweet and peppery nasturtium, adorable pressed pansy shortbread cookies, or the tried-and-true comforts of chamomile, flowers have many tasty secrets to offer. Don’t be afraid to add botanicals to your health and beauty routine as well! (Just make sure nothing’s going to negatively interact with your meds or irritate a pre-existing condition. Safety first!)

Whether you do so with your near-and-dear, your witchy circle, or by yourself, celebrate everything that blooms - including you!

Happy Flower Moon, witches! 🌕🌼

Further Reading:

Additional Lunar Calendar posts by Bree NicGarran

Flower Moon: Full Moon in May 2024, The Old Farmer’s Almanac

Moonrise and Moonset Calculator, The Old Farmer’s Almanac

Flower Meanings: Symbolism of Flowers, Herbs, and More Plants, The Old Farmer’s Almanac

Floriography, the Language of Flowers, AllFlorists.co.uk

Flower Power: Flower Moon Spiritual Meaning and Stunning Magic, The Peculiar Brunette

How to Dry Flowers 5 Ways, MasterClass, June 7, 2021

DIY Floral Water or Hydrosol, Patti Estep, Hearth and Vine, July 4, 2021

17 Edible Flower Recipes, Better Homes and Gardens, March 8, 2022

Everyday Moon Magic: Spells & Rituals for Abundant Living, Dorothy Morrison

(If you’re enjoying my content, please feel free to drop a little something in the tip jar or check out my published works on Amazon or in the Willow Wings Witch Shop. 😊)

[completeoveranalysis]

HELLO would you like to read some FIC?

Do you crave some fresh new Kurofai stories to get you through the season? 

Did you watch the recent Olympics and think to yourself, “Well that was fine but it could use a lot more fictional gay characters falling in love with each other in it?”

Well you’re in luck! The Kurofai Olympics is happening right now. 

Best of all, if you ever find yourself writing a comment on AO3 and going, “Gee, I sure wish I could also submit my thoughts via voting on various categories on a Google Docs,” well, they have that too! You can vote on each fic you read and help them choose the overall winning team of the year.

The official blog is here, but here is my personal little list of convenient links too:

Team Ancient

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Asphodel - by The_Storybooker

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Gods, Ascended - by godtiercomplex

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

Your Heart Is My Sky - by cloverfield

Milkvetch (Your Presence Softens My Pains)

The Quiet After You - by yououui

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Like the Stars Miss the Sun in the Morning Sky - by tsubasafan

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Footprints on the Sands of Time - by aminiatureworld

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Ibara-ōji - by eternalsong

Tansy (I Declare War Against You) 

The Mountain Calls - by anduefex

Maiden’s Blush Rose (If You Love Me, You Will Find It Out)

The Knight, the Spirit and the Bridge - by saltedmoon

Team Modern

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Home For Wayward Souls - by Uakari

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Rule#34 - by xFourLeafCloverx

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

For Want of a Hair Pin - by humancorn

Milkvetch (Your Presence Softens My Pains)

To Wilt or Bloom - NinjaCupcake

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Price for Life - ItheGodot

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Love Letters to Lost Limbs - VenusInRetrograde

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Spring, Anew - by PillarofAutumn117

Tansy (I Declare War Against You) 

Modern Warfare - by kuroganeattacksquad

Maiden’s Blush Rose (If You Love Me, You Will Find It Out)

Petal by Petal - by EdenAziraphale

Team Art

Asphodel (My Regrets Follow You To The Grave)

Asphodel - by boxdev

Hemlock (You Will Be My Death)

Hemlock - by ottostoast

Lady’s Slipper (Capricious Beauty. Win Me and Wear Me)

Capricious Beauty - by Pile0fBones

Mulberry Tree (I Shall Not Survive You)

Black Mulberry - by Squeeb100

Pine, Spruce (Hope in Adversity)

Pine, Spruce - by ConstellationMemories

European Sweetbrier (I Wound To Heal)

Of Martyrs and Heroes - by Chiru

And remember, it’s all for fun!

[jamdoughnutmagician]

A Slice Of Life (Waitress AU) Part 2

Doctor!Steve Harrington x Waitress!Reader

<- Previous part Next part ->

Warnings: Steve is a sweet guy in this, and Billy continues to be a horrible husband. Brief mentions/descriptions of sex.

Word Count:2,158

*dividers by @saradika-graphics

Masterlist // Steve Harrington Masterlist

Quickly you rush into work, the time on your watch already ticking into your shift. You’re running late.

You push through the diner doors, and sure enough Hopper is there to greet you, with a stern expression set on his features. His moustache sitting over his lips pressed into a thin line.

“You were supposed to be here ten minutes ago.”

“Cut me some slack, Hop, the bus was late.” you huff as you try your best to straighten yourself out.

“Why don’t that husband of yours buy you a car or something?”

“Because he doesn't want me going anywhere.” you scoff, pushing past him to the back room to get changed into your waitressing uniform.

As you step out of the room, Nancy is there to catch your eye.

“How did you get on at the doctors this morning?” 

“Well, I’m definitely pregnant, if that’s what you’re asking.” you laugh to yourself. “It was a new doctor. A man. He’s taken over since Doctor Bloom retired.”

“Ooh a man? Was he cute?” she joked, nudging you with her elbow.

Nancy watched as the heat bloomed on your face, your eyes not meeting hers.

“Oh, okay so he was definitely cute.” she gathers from your embarrassed expression. “Is he single?”

“Nance!” you gently slap at her arm, you’d been friends with Nancy for too long for her not to know when you liked someone. “Okay, he was kinda cute, I guess. Didn’t see any ring on his finger either.” 

“Hey, could you do me a huge favour?” 

“Sure, what’s up Nance?”

“Can you serve Joyce today? She’s in her usual seat by the window. I don’t know if I have the energy to face her this early in the morning.”

“Sounds like someone's got a guilty conscience? You poke at your friend.

“Just because you know I’m sleeping with her son, does not give you the right to hold it over me. She smiles, narrowing her eyes at you. “Joyce. Table 7. Please.” she begs.

“Alright, alright. I got it. No need to get your panties in a bunch.”

“Darling, you’re an absolute angel.” she says with a pat on your shoulder as she whizzes off to tend to the other guests sitting at their tables.

Coffee pot in hand you make your way over to Joyce’s table where she’s sat by herself, reading over a glossy magazine.

“Good morning, Joyce.” you smile brightly, filling up her coffee mug. “What can I get for you today?”

“This is my pie diner, you know?” she starts her usual morning ramble. “Jim likes to think he runs things here, but this is my place. I own it. It’s my name on the deeds, and it’s my name above the door.”

“I know Joyce,” you nod as you listen to her, suddenly feeling un-easy sick feeling settling in the pit of your stomach. You suppress it as best you can for now, to take her order. “So, what’ll it be today huh?”

There it was again, that nauseous feeling creeping up your throat, the kind that leaves a bad taste in your mouth. That couldn’t be morning sickness already, could it?

“I’ll have a slice of the “Midnight Mulberry” pie please, and a glass of water with ice when you get the chance, Hon.”

Midnight Mulberry. A dark chocolate pie shell filled with sharp black mulberries and blackberries, the sharpness offset by the dollop of fresh cream served on top of the chocolate lattice work on the top of the pie.  

“Alright, got it, one slice of Midnight Mulberry coming right up.” you say jotting down her order on your notepad quickly before turning on your heels to rush off to the bathroom.

“Wait a moment, before you skedaddle off, let me read you my horoscope.” she says, her eyes looking back to the magazine in her hands. 

“Libra, smooth sailing today as Mars enters your inner circle, whatever the hell that means. The ones you love will listen carefully to you today, just make sure you’re careful with what you say.” she finishes as she puts her magazine down “do you want to hear your horoscope, darling?”

“You know what, I’m a Libra too, the same as you. If you’ll excuse me I feel like I’m going to be sick.” your words rush out as you hot-foot it to the bathroom stalls in the back of the diner.

After you had emptied the contents of your stomach into the toilet bowl, and washed your mouth out with water from the tap, you head back out onto the diner floor to collect Joyce’s order and bring it to her table.

“Here you go, one slice of Midnight Mulberry and a glass of water.” you smile, placing her pie down in front of her.

“You’re pregnant, aren’t you?” she asks all-too-knowingly.

You shush her, not wanting anyone else around to hear her.

“I remember when I was pregnant with Jonathan, I could barely keep any food down for the first few months, nearly every smell made me sick, it was awful.” she sips from her glass of her water. “When are you due?”

“Shh, Joyce, I can’t have Hopper hearing you or I’ll lose my job. I’m trying to save enough money so I can get away from my husband, but you’ve got to promise me that you won’t say anything about this baby, okay?”

“What baby?” she smiles at you with a wink. 

“That’s what I like to hear.”

Sitting next to Robin in her small, run-down car as she gives you a lift home, because apparently Billy had been too busy at work to pick you up, although the background chatter from the bar he would frequent after work told you otherwise. However, any thoughts of your husband are elsewhere, as you mindlessly watch as the hazy sunset breezes past your window.

“Billy has no idea that you're pregnant, does he?” Robin says softly, breaking the comfortable silence. 

“No, he doesn’t. And I'm never going to tell him. I’m just going to run away.”

“How much money have you got saved up?”

“Not much, about $1,000, and I can save up a bit more before the big pie bake-off.”

“And how much is the prize money?” she asks, her fingers gently tapping a rhythm on the steering wheel.

“$25,000.” you reply with a grin curving across your lips.

“Wow. So what pie were you thinking of baking?”

“I’m not sure yet. I was thinking of baking one of my more unusual pies. Y’know, the kind where you don’t think the ingredients are going to work together, but then they do.”

“You know what you could do with that prize money though,” Robin says, her eyes briefly flicking over to you.

“What’s that Rob?”

“You could open up your own pie shop.”

“C’mon Rob, that’s crazy talk.” you scoff with a playful laugh at your friend’s suggestion.

“No, I’m serious, you totally could. "The Pie Palace’’ I can just see the sign in my mind!” she laughs, her freckled cheeks round and rosy.

The morning comes and you find yourself sitting on the bench a block away from your house, waiting for the bus to take you to work. Closing your eyes, you allow yourself to think about the life growing inside of you, and what your life might look like with a baby in the picture.

Baby’s screaming its head off in the middle of the night pie.

New York style cheesecake base, brandy-brushed filled with pecans warmly spiced with cinnamon and nutmeg.

“Hello.” comes a voice from beside you. “Mind if I sit?” 

It’s your Doctor, Doctor Harrington.

“Sure, go ahead.” you gesture to the empty space on the bench beside you.

He sits down in comfortable silence next to you.

“So what’s a doctor doing catching the bus, huh? Thought you’d have some big fancy car or something” 

He chuckles, a gentle rumbling laugh that illuminates his face with a bright smile.

“Oh no, I do have a big fancy car,” he jokes with that charming smile. “..it’s just having a few problems at the moment. Friend of mine who runs an auto shop downtown is looking after it for me.”

“So, do you live far from the Doctor’s Practice?” you ask, the flow of conversation between you 

“Uh, no, not too far. I live over on Ashmore Road.” 

“Oh, it’s nice over there.”

“Yeah it’s nice. Lotta trees, which is good, uh, y’know, if you like trees. I mean who doesn’t like trees?” he stumbles over his words with an adorably nervous cadence.

“Trees are good.” you smile back, nodding to him.

“So, you’re a waitress then?” he asks, as he gestures at your blue and white waitress's dress.

“I am. I work in a little diner just off I70, Byer’s Pie Diner.”

“I’ve never been there. Is it..is it good?”

“Yes, it’s very good. We make all the pies there fresh. Breakfast pies, dinner pies, twenty-seven different varieties of pie, and a new house special that I create every day.” you smile. “I was actually just inventing a new one in my head when you walked up.”

“So, that peach and raspberry pie that you brought me, you made it?” He asks, sitting up a bit straighter and turning his body towards you.

“Indeed I did. Peaches In Paradise Pie.” 

“That was quite possibly the best pie that I have ever tasted in my life.” he says, his bright smile somehow feeling even more brighter than before. “I mean, that pie was like, life-changingly good, that’s how good it was. You could win contests with stuff like that, I’m serious.”

You delight in his praises, smiling to yourself at the kind words of this man.

“Well thank you very much.”

There’s a beat of silence that falls between you both before Steve speaks again.

“Y’know, when I was a kid, I used to go to this diner all the time after school, I had this insane crush on this waitress that worked there, her name was Margaret but everyone called her Peggy. She’d always wear her little uniform, and she was just so damn adorable, ” he admits shyly. “Of course I was just a dumb kid and didn’t realise that she would never see me in the same way that I saw her, but I don’t know, when I saw you sitting here, you just reminded me of her.”

“Wow, that is quite the thing to say.”

“Sorry, I guess in a round-about way I was just trying to pay you a compliment.” he blushes. 

“No, it was a nice thing to hear, thank you. No-one ever really notices me in that way.”

“Well, I suppose someone must’ve noticed you in that way, or you wouldn’t be in the condition you’re in.” he says, his head vaguely nodding towards your stomach.

“Ah, yes, you mean my husband.” you nod, you’re brought back to reality, suddenly all too aware that you’re a married woman flirting with a handsome man. If Billy only knew what you were doing, his hand would be stinging your skin in an instant. 

The bus rolls up to the bus stop.

“Here’s my bus. It was nice talking to you, Doctor Harrington.”

“If there’s ever anything you need, anything at all, don’t hesitate to call, and please, call me Steve.” he smiles as he waves you off as you get on the bus.

“Please, Honey, you know I can make you feel real good.” Billy pleads as he mouths at your neck, trailing sloppy kisses into the crook of your neck that only served to make your skin crawl. “It’s been at least a month since I last felt you, and you know a man like me has needs.”

“Billy please, I don’t feel even the littlest bit sexy right now.”

“Honey, you have never been more sexy to me.” his raspy voice gravelled out. “I mean, call me crazy, but your tits are looking a lot bigger than before. Not that I’m complainin’ about that, of course.” he chuckles, his wandering hands grazing over your chest, feeling up the swell of your breast. 

You fight against the shudder that wants to run down your spine.

“You’re probably just imagining things Billy.”

“Honey, please, you’re killing me here, I gotta be with you.”

 You lay back in the bed, totally out of it as Billy holds himself above you, chasing his own high, sloppily rolling his hips into you whilst he huffs out groaning moans, before flopping down in bed next to you.

“That was so good, Honey.” he groaned once before turning his back to you and falling asleep without a single thought about your pleasure, but that was your husband. Uncaring and selfish. 

Lying back, your eyes cast up to the ceiling, you think about how different your life might have been if you’d never met Billy Hargrove. 

@penguinsandpotterheads @paybacksawitch @mrsjellymunson @seatnights @ali-r3n @potatobeanpies

[talonabraxas]

The Flower Moon symbolizes the time to blossom, grow and thrive!

In the northern hemisphere, this full Moon arrives between Beltane and the Summer Solstice on the wheel of the year, which is when earth energy is peaking. It’s a dynamic time when the most fertile and erotic energy of the Goddess is alive.

Spiritually, the flower full Moon is focused on living life to the full. It comes to illuminate all the things in our lives to be grateful for, and help us magnetize more.

Flowers are Mother Nature’s ultimate expression of LIFE. They are the most beautiful manifestation of intent, making sense of all the growth and effort put into a tiny seed of potential.

Blooming flowers symbolize renewal, as they are the marker of plants coming back to life after the winter. and they remind us that we too are part of nature. We mirror these patterns in our own lives, and this full Moon reminds us that even through the darkest of times, we are creating beauty.

Flowers are a sign of health and a celebration of love! The flower Moon reminds us to appreciate the beauty of life, even (and especially) when its fleeting. This IS life. You can’t hold onto it, so enjoy every moment while it’s here.

Other May Full Moon Names

1.Corn Planting Moon 2.Milk Moon 3.Mother’s Moon 4.Planting Moon 5.Hare Moon 6.Frog Moon (Cree) 7.Blossom Moon 8.Leaf Budding Moon (Cree) 9.Planting Moon (Dakota, Lakota) 10.Mulberry Moon (Creek and Choctaw) 11.Moon of the Green Leaves (Lakota) 12.Field Maker Moon (Abenaki) 13.Budding Moon (Cree) 14.Egg Laying Moon (Cree)

Celestial Tree by Talon Abraxas

[ecargmura]

Bofurin Are Named After Plants Part 2!

Here's part 2 of the Bofurin name origin post! The first one can be found by clicking (here).

First off, let's start with Bofurin itself because a kind person told me its origins.

While the technical term for Bofurin is Wind chime (防風鈴), it can also mean Windbreak, which is also Bofurin (防風林), which are a row of trees blocking wind!

Now that's out of the way, let's start with the new characters properly introduced in Episode 11.

Starting with Tsugeura, the Tsuge (柘) in his name means wild mulberry.

The berry sort of looks like his hair, don't you think?

While Kiryu's name is spelled like Kiryu, it's pronounced like "Kiriyu". The Kiri part of his name stands for the princess/empress tree (Paulowniaceae). The tree blooms pink flowers, which is Kiryu's hair color and his aura color.

Since the second years are properly introduced, I'll stick them in this post too.

Enomoto (the senpai that rolls his tongue) - The Eno (榎) part of his name can mean enoki, which is the Chinese hackberry tree.

For Kusumi, the Kusu (楠) part in his name can also be read as Kuzu, comes from the Phoebe zhennan tree.

Kaji is a unique case where his surname (Kaji) and his given name (Ren) are both named after plants.

Kaji (梶) means paper mulberry tree.

Ren (蓮) means lotus.

And here ends the second part. I'll add in a third part when more Fuurin members are introduced and if I can remember them.

Let me know if there are any errors and any other cool facts about character names!

[koalatysleep]

With Studio Pierrot and Togashi, it's always about the Symbolism and the Subtext, even in YYH merch! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Original picture credit: yyh4ever, Scribblings by yours truly 😆

Just in case we missed the Mulberry Soul Bond references all throughout canon where Kuwabara (literally Mulberry Field) is the Divine Mulberry that Nourishes & Protects Yusuke who's likened to a mulberry silkworm that ONLY eats mulberry leaves (symbolic of how Kuwa is Yusuke's One True Love aka SOUL Bond of True Harmony), the tree behind Yusuke IS A MULBERRY TREE!

Take a look at these real-life Mulberry Trees and tell me it doesn't look like the tree behind Yusuke 😝😜😉

The position of the Mulberry Tree behind Yusuke's head is visually telling us that Kuwa (mulberry) is always on Yusuke's mind, and that Kuwa will always have Yusuke's back! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

Also L❤️VE how they reference the Sun God divine connotations of Mulberry (kuwa) in Kuwabara's last name by putting a muted Gold color on Kuwa's jacket, coz it's autumn and the sun's muted!

The muted gold's also coz Kuwa's obviously still Retreating from Love with Yusuke due to his mis-read that Yusuke gave his life to save Keiko from Suzaku coz Yusuke's in love with Keiko, which Kuwa's actually heartbroken about, thus the muted color & Kuwa's over-compensation to give Yusuke & Keiko space by throwing himself desperately at aroace Yukina, who's the very definition of unavailable, coz Kuwa doesn't really wanna get over Yusuke! 🤣

Kuwa's also declaring himself in love with Yukina out of jealousy, to prevent her from becoming yet another female love interest for Yusuke coz the Yukina rescue mission was literally a handsome-hero-Yusuke-saves-beautiful-Yukina setup, right after Kuwa's heart was broken by his own mis-read post-Suzaku fight.

Unfortunately by doing this, Kuwa took himself out of the fight to have romantic love with Yusuke coz Yusuke thought Kuwa's really in love with Yukina, just like how Kazemaru (shuriken ninja guy) took himself out of the fight by mis-timing his blast, so we could be here all day if we really dig into the multi-layered subtext & foreshadowing in canon!

For now I'll just say I love the jealous downturn tilt to Yusuke's mouth and the forced nonchalance of his body language as Kuwabara fawns exaggeratedly over Yukina, which is consistent with anime whenever they depict a jealous Yusuke and an over-compensating Kuwabara! 🤣

Ahhhh the romantic tragic-comedy that is our boys' love story continues!

And of course, we get more references to Kuwa's Divine Gold Reiki with the bright yellow flowers along the path, and references to the Kuwameshi Soul Bond with the blue flowers, which is symbolic of Yusuke's Blue Reiki and Kuwa's Blue Soul when he saved Yusuke from Rando's demon fish!

I also L❤️VE how canon always hints that Yusuke and Kuwa are sharing clothes by putting them in near identical tee-shirts, which is consistent with manga especially Sensui arc, and anime when Yusuke wakes up in Kuwa's bed post-Suzaku fight wearing an untorn long sleeved white shirt that's obviously Kuwa's (coz Suzaku blasted a lightning bolt through Yusuke's shoulder 😭😭 which tore Yusuke's own shirt!)

Even Yusuke's outer long sleeved button-up here seems a little too big & long for him and is reminiscent of the style of shirts we've seen on Kuwa in the past 🤣 Did ya appropriate Kuwa's shirt to keep warm Yusuke? 😜

The only relationship that seems to be going right in this picture is Hiei and Yukina's, since Hiei seems to have told her he's her brother and is wearing a Hiruiseki openly while walking beside her, and Kurama is of course sanguine and at peace so his relationship with himself is good LOL.

But I'm hopeful the manga + anime ending sets our beloved Yusuke and Kuwabara up to finally get together, coz guess what else Mulberry Trees do in real-life? They only bloom when all threats of frost are over 🤯🥹❤️

Now that the Makai (symbolic of Yusuke) & Human Realm (symbolic of Kuwa) are opening up to each other peacefully, this ending is symbolic of how Yusuke & Kuwabara's romantic relationship can finally blossom without the threats of life-or-death fights, and without Yusuke having to worry about putting Kuwa in mortal danger by painting a bigger target on Kuwa's back if he lets the world knows he's head-over-heels in love with Kuwa! 🥹🥹🥹❤️❤️❤️

If you'd like more meta about canon subtext & symbolism, try this Kuwameshi Meta series on AO3, especially the Audacious Soul Bond Romance meta!

If you'd like to see our heroes realize their True Harmony Soul Bond with each other in an alternate canon fic, try The Good Fight!

Say their first names Yusuke 幽助 and Kazuma 和真 with me!

Souls (幽) in True Harmony (和真) who Help (助) each other!!

❤️❤️❤️🐦🐦🐦🌈🌈🌈

[leathrmagnolia]

Nostalgia

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I used to live in the first house. I just wish there were pictures of our beautiful back yard. Thinking of the pond and the frogs with the pear tree in full bloom, my dog playing in the grass. The mulberries that grew along the back fence.

I was lucky to find these online, sucks that i dont have any of the inside before it was demolished.

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