#Orange Mond

[altherasart]

Vintage Halloween Design: Süße Hexe, Kürbis, Vollmond von AltherasArt

Ein charmantes Vintage-Halloween-Design mit einer süßen Hexe, einem Kürbis und dem Vollmond im Hintergrund. verziert mit Fledermäusen

[firelise]

♪ Gotta watch how you whisper when you 'round me, though // Give a fuck what you prefer I'm too profound to go back and forth with no average dork ONLY FRIENDS as SZA Lyrics 6/6 -> FORGIVELESS

[namtanlovesfilm]

I'm hyped, my off looks so good 🥰 so sad gawin isn't a main for basketball though 🥲

[angebleue2]

Fleur de Hoya 🧡🌿🧡🌿🧡

[canadachronicles]

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«Si jamais il y a un instant où tout est possible, c’est maintenant.»* -Alanis Obomsawin, sharing this message of hope and possibility, is exactly what's needed on this National Day for Truth and Reconciliation, and a vivid reminder why this is vital.

*"If ever there is a moment where everything is possible, it's now."

Source: Radio Canada's Instagram Page

[brainrotandbedrot]

okay. im a perfume nerd and i just can’t get this out of my head and these are all my own little brainworms so 🤪

perfume scents that every man in the 141 loves.

price is a classy man. but i also think he isn’t a huge fan of anything strong — he likes how you smell naturally. anything light, airy, a little floral but not like grandma rose perfume floral. price is the type of guy i see having fresh laundry scented candles in his house and a “fresh and clean” air freshener for his car. this man is tired and approaching middle age and he just wants his shit to smell good. including you. i hc something along the lines of maison margiela replica’s lazy sunday morning edt, glossier’s you edp, dedcool’s fragrance 03 blonde edp. for something more recognizable, gingham and sweet pea from bath & body works.

i feel like he’d also like chanel no. 5 just because of the name. his mum wore it. it’s sentimental for him.

notes: crisp fruits (pear, apple), light floral (jasmine, rose, lily of the valley, lilac), light musk, milk

gaz loves when you smell like a cashmere sweater. warm, sweet, but soft and homey. he wants to come home and just sit there and sniff you because you smell like a warm hug after a long day (it makes sense in my head okay). he’s the type to come along to sephora and ulta and hold the bottle while you spray the testers and he’ll tell you if something smells good (everything smells good, he likes seeing you smile & he’s paying anyway). philosophy’s fresh cream edp, ariana grande’s cloud intense edp, byredo’s slow dance edp, and skylar’s fall cashmere edp are all scents i think he’d love. i also feel like ivory cashmere from bath & body works is a given.

notes: almond, warm vanilla, berries (juniper, cranberry), cinnamon bark, sandalwood, light musk

johnny. johnny is a man of taste, okay? this man loves a unisex fragrance. (they all do. but like. johnny truly just loves a scent that is just a scent. no feminine or masculine packaging.) literally anything that smells good has his paws all over you. i feel like he’s a woody, earthy scents kind of guy. just smell like a forest and he’s head over heels. like le labo’s santal 33 edp, tom ford’s oud minerale edp, zodica perfumery’s eau de dallas edp, dossier’s ambery saffron and woody oakmoss edp. mahogany teakwood & into the stars from b&bw will also get this man’s heart rate wild.

notes: bergamot, oud, amber, musk, sandalwood, cedarwood, spices (cardamom, ginger), fir balsam

simon is a gourmand man. change my mind (you can’t). this man will get a whiff and have to stop himself from nibbling on you like a cat. or he doesn’t. you just smell too good, love. i don’t think he has a specific preference in terms of general scent, but anything that smells yummy has him drooling. sweet, warm, similar to gaz but more in the food direction than the cozy warm direction. i think le monde gourmand’s crème vanille edp, kayali’s yum pistachio gelato intense edp, billie eilish’s eilish 1.0 edp, sol de janiero’s brazilian crush cheirosa '71 fragrance mist. sweet whiskey and viva vanilla from b&bw are also delicious to layer with.

notes: gourmand (warm vanilla, brown sugar, marshmallow, caramel), amber (and ambery musk), florals (jasmine, orange blossom), nutty (almond, hazelnut, pistachio)

sorry simon’s scent notes are so long gourmand fragrances just have so many and they all smell good

[ktownshizzle]

Not your reblogs giving me heart palpitations thinking you dropped Part 2 Of L&L

Sorry, baby! Will you accept the first 500 words as my apology. ;)

EDIT: part 2 in full is here!

Love & Lullabies | Part 2 (Teaser)

Ever since that dinner when you inadvertently confessed about your age-old attraction to him and assured him that any residual feelings are buried in a metaphorical time capsule, Yoongi seems to have made it his personal mission to rizz you up on purpose.

Haneul’s been especially rambunctious all day. Mealtime is no exception. Yoongi volunteers to feed him, thinking he can rein in some of the pent-up energy. At some point, Haneul squeezes his pouch of organic muesli and carrot puree with so much enthusiasm that it explodes everywhere, sending bright orange flecks across Yoongi’s face and pristine white tee.

“GAHHH!” Yoongi yelps, staring down at the mess, while Haneul absolutely loses it, tiny belly-shaking laughter filling the room.

“Silly, silly sarang,” you coo, using the pet name you’d started calling Haneul lately. It’s adorable how he beams every time he hears it, flashing you that gummy grin like he knows he’s your favorite troublemaker. You laugh too, as you wipe a splatter of puree from Haneul’s cheek with the muslin cloth you were holding.

“Do I have something on my face, too?” Yoongi leans towards you expectantly with the barest of smirks.

“Uh… yeah.” You say, flipping the cloth to a clean side and wiping off the smudge on his cheeks and his chin, and that pesky little morsel on the side of his lip.

For some reason, you seem to need a blast of oxygen straight to your lungs. Stat.

With a lick of his lips, Yoongi nods his thanks. “Gotta change,” he mumbles, lifting the shirt away from his chest with a grimace and walks towards the hallway to his room.

And you almost regret your decision to look back, almost.

Because, oh wow, he’s taking his shirt off. Yep. Fuckin’ dammit. The shirt is off.

Christ.

His shoulders are broad, muscles flexing as he runs a hand through his hair. The infamous “7” tattoo on his shoulder is taunting you. You are unable to pull your eyes away, already knowing you’re doomed.

Then, before he mercifully disappears into his room, he glances over his shoulder and catches you staring. Shit. Your heart plummets straight to your ass. He smirks, U-turns towards you shirtless and utterly shameless.

Your nerves short-circuit as he reaches out, just barely brushing your thigh to pick up his phone from the mat. His eyes hold yours, a dark glint of mischief in them, “You good?”

“Huh?” The brain fog is crazy. You will yourself to keep your eyes above his chest, but of course you gone did it.

Why are his nipples so cute? And damn is that a happy trail?

He snickers softly, like he knows exactly what’s going through your head. “I’ll be back. Han’s eating the remote by the way.”

And with that, he saunters off, leaving you there, a blushing, flustered mess as you find Haneul gnawing on the remote control.

You pull it quickly from his grasp, muttering under your breath, “Sarang, why are you and your appa being such a menace?”

He babbles happily at you, as if he knows he’s not the only troublemaker with a gummy grin in this house that got you wrapped around their finger.

A/N: WHAT DO WE THINK???

Full part coming soon. :)

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[witch-hazels-musings]

Hello, Hazel! Could I have a Divination Ritual for Diluc with jasmine, unakite and frankincense items? Thanks a lot ❣️💫

Jasmine (love, sensuality), Unakite (attraction), Frankincense (confidence) Diluc x gn reader | Divination Ritual warning: clumsy reader, reader smacks diluc in the face (on accident), pre-relationship pining,

Mondstadt. The City of Freedom, the city on the lake where troubles and worries rarely found hold, left in the absent gaze of their Archon. You loved it here.

The land. The people. The festivities that rolled around each season. A moment to welcome the spring, the Windblume festival in the summer, and a celebration to mark the fall of the land; though Mond rarely endured snowfall the people still enjoyed the festivities that came with the cooler seasons.

And it was this festival that drew the people from their homes and into the streets in jovial songs, lively dances, and tender moments with friends, family, and loved ones.

You watched your friends dancing, twirling, and spinning in the square. Their voices cascaded upward with the music, broken notes, and perfect harmonies. You laughed with them while they tried to coax you to join them.

"Come on!" they shouted, arms waving to bring you with them.

You shook your hands and stepped back into the crowd. You didn't mind dancing in your living room behind the safety of private walls that didn't care if you stumbled or ran into something, but, in public? You were okay with missing the opportunity.

It wasn't that you were a terrible dancer persay, just a clumsy one.

Your more spirited friend ran to you, her face bright in the swaying lanterns above. The shades of red, orange, and amber decorate the massive pillars draped in elegant cloth. If anyone deserved to be under them, it was certainly them.

"Please join us," she begged. Her hands cupped yours and tugged you gently toward the center of the square.

"I'll hurt someone. Remember last time?"

"It'll be fine! Come on - please? It's not as much fun without you." Her pouting lips twisted your resolve. She was so good at making you cave. If she had a vision, you were certain the world would be in danger.

"Fine, but just one song."

"Yay!" She snaked her fingers around your arm and pulled you to the rest of the group. They greeted you warmly, their arms rising and falling with the music as their feet danced in rhythms you couldn't follow.

It took you a moment to join in. Starting slow, and confined, you swayed back and forth and bounced with the beat until the infectious energy from your friends brought more from you. The rhythm picked up and so did you. You spun once, cheers from your friends encouraged you to do another, and soon you found yourself galavanting around the square with wild arms and a wide grin.

You didn't notice how close you were getting to the crowd, or hear your friends calling out in warning. And before long, you whirled yourself directly into the last man you wanted to smack in the face.

Hand collided with cheek, and you came to a violent stop and cried out in shocked apologies. "Archons! I'm so sor-" The color drained from you at the sight of Diluc Ragnvindr holding the side of his face. "I'm s-so sorry - I-"

"It's alright," he said but his hand muffled his words.

"Hold on, I'll be right ba-ah!" You pivoted to to run to one of the nearby stalls but you didn't see the pile of crates until it was too late. Your shin collided with the side, pitching you forward and straight toward the cobblestone. You flailed, hands scrambling to grab onto anything they could. An arm coiled around your waist, catching you inches before your face met the side of the crates and you steadied yourself by digging your fingers into your rescuer's coat.

Panting, you stared at the ground. People chattered around you, their voices rising and halting the music. Your friends rushed to your side while Diluc slowly helped you stand on your shaking legs. He kept his arm near your back, close enough for you to use it to steady yourself but far enough away that it didn't actually touch you.

'Are you alr-"

"Are you okay?" your friend asked, worry in her voice when she approached. She squeezed your arm and looked you over for injuries. There were none, Diluc made sure of that. "What happened?"

"It's fine. I'm alright just, being me," you said, a self-deprecating laugh fluttering up your throat. You turned your attention to Diluc. "Diluc I'm so so-"

"That looked so scary! Thank you for saving my friend, Master Diluc."

"It was no trouble," he replied with a curt nod. He seemed unfazed by what had happened, his expression even, even when he met your eyes. Heat bloomed in your cheeks - cheeks, cheek. You looked at his cheek. It was red, and a slight cut peeked through the discoloration.

"You're hurt," you said while your friends roared on beside you.

Diluc lifted his hand a partial way but stopped before touching the injury. "It's no worry. Think nothing of it."

You didn't like that.

"Maybe we should go take a break? We could eat something, play one of the games by the church?" your friend suggested, and the rest of them nodded.

"Yeah, I think we've danced plenty."

"Come on."

Your friend tugged on your arm but you navigated free of their touch and instead held them instead. "Go on without me."

"What? Why?"

"I'll come find you, okay?" You smiled, nodded quickly, and tried to convey a thousand conversations in the intensity of your eyes. She seemed to understand when you turned back to Diluc and grabbed his wrist. "I'm sorry, but will you follow me for a second?"

You didn't give him a chance to respond as you tugged him through the crowd to one of the more secluded areas away from the lively festivities.

---

"This will be a little cold," you explained and carefully poured water onto your small hand rag. Caping your container, you shifted to the bench so you could better see the cut on Diluc's face. It was small, thin, but bright red. You frowned. "I'm really sorry about this," you said as you pressed the rag to his cheek.

"You've already sufficiently apologized."

"Yeah, but it doesn't feel like enough." A trail of red soaked into the water and you shook your head. "I hope this doesn't leave a scar."

"It wouldn't matter if it did."

You huffed at his comment. "It absolutely would. I'm not about to be the talk of the down because I damaged the most handsome bachelor's face with my dancing." You dragged the rag over his cheek one last time before folding it so you could pat it dry. Without thinking you held his chin so his head didn't jostle.

"-some."

"Huh, what did you say?"

"You called me, 'handsome.'

You froze, rag against his cheek, fingers against his chin and when you met his eyes you forgot words for a moment. You scrunched your nose and focused on the cut. "It's common knowledge."

"Is it?"

"Yes. Have you looked at yourself?" -- what are you saying??? "Anyway, hold still."

"Am I not?"

"Fine, then stop talking for a second."

Diluc said nothing else while you finished your impromptu first-aid. If you were a vision user you might have been able to heal this in an instant, though with your luck your vision would be more likely to kill on accident than do any real good.

"There, I think that's about as good as it can get. Might go check with a healer at the church though."

"It's fine," he said and touched his cheek with his gloved fingers.

You slung your bag back over your head and adjusted it until it rested comfortably against you. Diluc stood first and for a moment you were sad. Perhaps you should have taken longer. It was nice. Being close to him like that.

"Will you return to the festivities?" he asked.

"Probably. I'm sure my friends are waiting for me."

"Ah, I see." His head dropped for a moment, eyes downcast but when you shifted on the bench they moved to you, as did his hand. "Here."

You paused, staring at his upturned palm. Nervous, you slowly lifted your own but hesitated at the last second. You could feel the leather, featherlight and rough against your skin.

Glancing at Diluc, you met his eyes and felt your breath catch in your chest. He wasn't looking at you, not really, he was looking at your hand. Fixated even. When you let it rest in his, your heart fluttered at the way his expression softened and the corner of his lips lifted slightly.

He helped you to your feet and you welcomed in the warmth his presence brought.

"Then I shall escort you," he said, his gaze lingering on your hand.

"Are you going to go back? To the festival I mean?" you asked and searched his face for answers to the countless questions floating up your throat.

You had known Diluc for so long. Had helped him during busy nights at the tavern, assisted him with supplies, and even helped him with the advertisement of his specialty drinks. Delusional thoughts had clouded your mind once before but this felt different.

You recognized that stare, that want in his eyes. You had it yourself each time you looked at him.

"Unfortunately I must return to the tavern."

"Work never stops for you, does it?"

"It does not."

You swallowed and breathed. "I can help. I mean, if you want?"

Diluc's gaze rose to your face and you hoped you looked alright. "Your offer is considerate but you should be with those you care about tonight."

"Okay."

He pulled his hand away and though he smiled, it didn't reach his eyes. He stepped back and began to walk toward the festival. "Then let us -"

"Let me spend it with you." Your heart beat wildly while you waited for him to register your words, to hear you for what might have been the first time in your life. Hand trembling, you held it out for him and waited, waited with the same erratic heart that - hopefully - felt the same moments ago when you sat on the bench.

Diluc stared at you. The seconds crawled by agonizingly slow and your mind screamed to take it back. To call the whole thing a joke and run back to the safety of your friends but as soon as he stepped toward you and took your hand in his, all those thoughts fell to the cobblestone like dormant leaves in the fall.

Thaumaturgy Anthology (October 11-13, 2024)

Master Anthology

This event is based on spells and rituals. Inspiration does not equal understanding; liberties have been taken. All content is owned by Witch Hazels Musings, theft of these images and stories will result in immediate action.

[theungracefulpasterie]

Second part of @imaushisimp 's request !

A/N : Sorry for the long time I took, I got a lot of exams and I had a hard time finding inspiration. Anyways, hope you'll like it !! (It'll still be in French as you have requested)

P.O.V : You throw a surprise party for him (Dazai)

Warning : get a tiny tiny bit heated towards the end.

Dazai

Ça fait 2 ans que tu fais partie de l'Agence, 2 ans qu'un certain homme parsemé de bandages sur tout le corps est entré dans ta vie. L'année dernière, lors de votre anniversaire, c'est Dazai qui a tout organisé. Mais cette année, tu as décidé que c'était ton tour de faire de cette journée la meilleure. Tu décida donc de faire de cette fête une surprise et de convié tout les membres de l'Agence.

~~little timeskip~~

Tu avais tout prévu. Vous alliez passer toute une après-midi à fêter votre amour avec tout vos amis, puis une balade au parc entre amoureux au crépuscule pour admirer le coucher du soleil et enfin pour finir la soirée chez toi.

"Bon, c'est quand que je peux voir ?", dit-il impatiemment. Tu lui avais mis les mains devant les yeux et essayait de le guider tant bien que mal à le guider jusqu'au bureau.

"Oh mais attends !!", tu soupiras parce que t'avais l'impression de parler à un enfant. Vous étiez enfin arrivé devant la porte et tu lui enlevas tes mains de ses yeux. "C'est bon, tu peux ouvrir la porte !".

Il ouvrit la porte quand tout le monde cria "Surprise !!" et sauta sur lui, à ça de l'écraser au sol avec leur poids. Tu éclatas de rire et il se leva endolori.

"C'est pas drôle !", dit-il en faisant semblant de faire des yeux de chien battu pour attiser ta pitié. Il reprena son air sérieux et admira toute la décoration. "C'est... c'est toi qui a fait ça ?", dit-il en te regardant comme si il te croyait pas.

"Et oui ! Avec l'aide de tout le monde bien sûr...", tu répondis en regardant ailleurs et en rougissant. Dazai venu vers toi, entoura ta taille avec un de ses bras et te pris par le menton et approcha son visage du tien et dit d'une voix suave et séducteur comme il sait bien le faire : "C'est magnifique, ça te reflète parfaitement chéri." Et il t'embrassa tendrement. Tu entouras tes bras autour de son cou et tu te laissas faire par ce baiser envoûtant. Tout le monde sifflait et vous disait de réserver pour ce soir, à quoi tu leur répondis tout rouge "CE N'EST PAS VOS AFFAIRES !!".

Vous passiez une après-midi fabuleuse avec tout le monde quand tu remarquas que le ciel était déjà d'un orange doré. "Osamu, ça te dit une balade au parc ?", demandas-tu en lui tendant ta main. Il la prit et se leva. "Avec plaisir, mon amour~", répondit-il, plus amoureux que quiconque. Ton cœur palpitait tellement il était sexy en paroles et en apparence. Tu pouvais pas croire que la vie t'avait béni avec un homme comme ça.

Vous marchiez dans le parc main dans la main, en parlant de tout et de rien et en admirant la nature. Ce que Dazai aimait chez toi était ton amour pour la nature, c'était peut-être le seul domaine dans lequel tu le dépassais, lui et son gros cerveau. Et c'était ça le problème, tu savais que son intellect le permettait de prédire carrément l'avenir.

Vous vous asseyez donc sur un banc, admirant le coucher du soleil. Tu posas ta tête sur son épaule et lui dis :

"Tu le savais depuis le début pour cette surprise, hein ?"

Après quelques secondes, il disa avec de l'embarras dans sa voix :

"Haha... malheureusement...", il était également très nerveux. "Mais pour être honnête, même si je l'avais déjà prévu, les moments qu'on a passé ensemble et avec tout le monde m'ont beaucoup touché et ça, tu vois, c'est quelque chose que je n'arrive jamais à prédire."

Tu lui souris et répondis :

"Merci d'avoir jouer le jeu, vraiment... c'est ça que j'aime chez toi, Osamu. Même si tu sais déjà ce que je veux faire avec toi, tu ne laisses jamais ton intelligence gâcher le moment et tu laisses libre cours à tes sentiments et aux sentiments des autres. Et ça, je te suis à jamais reconnaissant. Je t'aime, Osamu."

Il sourit à ta réponse et te regarda tendrement.

"Moi aussi je t'aime." Il posa ses mains sur ton visage et t'embrassa. Il inséra sa langue dans ta bouche et domina ta langue. Tu te laissas faire et vous commenciez à vous allonger sur le banc, Dazai au-dessus de toi, continuant à te rouler une pelle. Ton pantalon commença à devenir trop inconfortable au niveau de ton entrejambe, pareil pour Dazai. Quand tu te rendis compte que ça commençait à devenir torride et que vous étiez encore en public, tu te rappellas de la dernière étape de ta surprise. Tu séparas tes lèvres des siennes, à son grand désarroi, et dis :

"Chez moi ?~"

Il sourit sournoisement et répondit :

"J'ai cru que tu le demanderais pas~"

A/N : At last, it's over !! My first time writing a more heated story, I'm not too good at this yes but I wanted to try, so I would like feedback ! Don't hesitate y'all to request more things, I'd be happy to make them !!

[syahan-system]

★ Full Teammate List! ★

This is a list of only our identified/recognized teammates. If we don’t know about them, we can’t list them.

Unless stated otherwise, their age is assumed to be the same as the body’s age. In no particular order:

★ Unclustered ★

CB, she/her (host)

Fae, she/her

James, he/him

Loop, she/they

Mal Du Pays, it/it

Mal Du Monde, he/him

The mediator, he/him

The planner, he/him

Radio, he/it

Siffrin, he/they

Lucie, she/her

♦︎ The Red Cluster ♦︎

Seff, he/him, little

Axel, he/him

Leon, he/him

★ The Blue Cluster ★

Blue, he/him, little

Fold, he/him

Nem, he/him

♣︎ The Orange Cluster ♣︎

Coelle, she/her, little (5-7)

Beatrice (prefers Bea), she/her, 15 or 16

Melinoe (prefers Mel), she/her

☆ The Black Cluster ☆

Shade, he/him, little

??? (We know they exist, but don’t know who they are)

[altherasart]

Gruseliger Zombie mit Kürbissen und Mondvon AltherasArt

Entdecken Sie unseren gruseligen Zombie in Cartoonform, der von Kürbissen umgeben ist, während der Mond orangefarben scheint. Eine Fledermaus vervollständigt das schaurige Ambiente. Holen Sie sich jetzt dieses Halloween-Motiv!

[ecrisettaistoi]

La Terre est rouge orange sanguine

.

.

.

Le monde manque de

poésie,

c'est un fait plutôt bien

établi,

des pétales de pensées

au lieu de balles insensées,

des rimes et des mots choisis

pour autant de crimes et de morts

aléatoires,

des rafales d'amour, des bombardements d'émotion, des rivières de sentiments plutôt que de sang,

oui,

le monde manque de poésie

mais

c'est pourtant la solution

pour ne jamais

mettre de point

final

à l'histoire

.

.

.

[c-t-r-l14]

See You Again

“I said I’m ��bout to go to war,

And I don’t know if I’ma see you again.”

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Synopsis: You find yourself wide awake, thinking about Dontis.

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“The sky was a shade of purple yesterday”.

A knot formed in your chest, and your whole body felt hollow. Heat bloomed throughout your entire being, and beads of sweat formed on your forehead as you typed.

“Yes, but the clouds rolled into orange hues.”

The overwhelming feeling of dread formed in the pit of your stomach, and you swayed slightly where you stood. You sucked in a deep, shaky breath and your whole body began to shake. You never would’ve guessed how two seemingly harmless sentences had such a profound effect on you. But, it made sense. Those words were the harbinger of war, and your beloved Dontis was in the very heart of the battlefield. With war, comes pain, and with pain, comes death, and it was a very likely possibility that Dontis could end up as a casualty. And, although this was something you’ve already realized, this stark, and very possible reality hasn’t hit you yet.

Feeling strangely detached from your own body, you started to get ready for bed.

……..

By the time you’ve emerged from the shower, night had fallen. The moon was out—its white radiance illuminating the midnight blue sky. There weren’t many stars peeking overhead that night, but the beautiful lights of the city that lived underneath the vast sky made up for it. You sighed inwardly, feeling hollow yet again. He would’ve loved this.

You remembered the first time you stayed in New Orleans with him. It was such an unfamiliar place—the city was bustling—full of rich culture, and people from many backgrounds, humans and supernatural beings alike. It was there where you finally saw what Dontis was trying to tell you when you two first met. There IS a place where everyone could live in harmony—without threat or fear. Without needing to hide. And that place was New Orleans. You remembered how Dontis beamed with absolute delight as he planned out what exactly you guys were going to do there, figuring out ways on how to make your stay so memorable, “that you’d never want to leave”—or however he put it. And if it were anyone else, they would’ve been smiling from ear to ear, eager to help with the planning, trying to find what days to go sightseeing at what time, and at what place; but all you could really think about was the recent revelations you’ve come to know, and how you’ve spent so many years of your life living a lie. Your hands were stained with the blood of so many people just to get this far—to finally catch the incubus who made your father go “missing.” And now the same incubus that you worked so hard to find stood before you, happily ranting about how exquisite Cafe du Monde’s cuisine was, and how you two should totally stop there for lunch tomorrow when he takes you on a tour around the city.

You let out a loud, hearty laugh—one that came from the very pit from your stomach, one so strong that it bounced from the back of your throat and reverberated against the buildings and streets. You couldn’t find the irony any more hilarious.

“What is so funny?” Dontis inquired, a bit confused as to why you were laughing seemingly out of nowhere.

“It’s just really crazy how just a little while ago, I had you tied up and chained in my basement. I never would’ve guessed that our lives—our relationship would go from that, to you planning on taking me on a grand tour around the city,” you chuckled, wiping a tear from your eye.

Dontis smiled—a smile that you grew fond of. A smile you’ve come to love.

“Ah, yes. Life could be crazy and unpredictable. But it could also be beautiful and exciting. Filled with anticipation and a bit of wonder. It’s for us to enjoy, if we allow ourselves to do that.”

You stared deeply into his eyes—his irises as gray as storm clouds, flecks of gold and brown peeking its way through the grey colored ocean that was his eyes. Soft and sweet. Warm and inviting. Loving and kind. And that was the first time you truly got to admire how gorgeous Dontis was. Your lips stretched into a toothy grin.

“Well,” You said, running your hand into your hair, “I’m glad you’re here to show me just how great life can be.”

And on this night, the moon was out, its white radiance on display for all to see.

The sky tinted in the shade of midnight blue.

Not a single star peeking overhead. The streets lined with city lights, and a bustling city that lived under the vast sky.

And it was a night just like this one, where you found love.

Your eyes began to sting and you crossed your arms, your nails digging into your skin to prevent yourself from falling into pieces. The reality struck you so hard that it almost knocked you over. Dontis may never come back, and that reality was too much to bear. And although you’ve made the decision to stay behind, you found yourself wishing that you went with him. You spent so many years of your life using your skills to hurt people, and it all amounted to nothing. But, this could’ve been your chance to actually put those skills to good use—to help and protect the ones you love instead of hurting and killing people for them. But it was all too late now. You let out a loud, forceful sob—one that came from the very pit of your stomach, one that clawed its way out of your throat, and made your chest tighten and burn. You sunk to the bed, your nails digging deeper and deeper into your skin. You had no idea what you’d do without him. He was the only person you actually gave a damn about. He was the only person you had ever truly loved. Being alone again in this world was a reality that you couldn’t handle. It was a reality that you weren’t willing to accept.

You laid in bed, although, you weren’t getting any sleep tonight.

Because Dontis had gone to war, and he had taken your heart with him.

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A/N: I remember listening to the audio where Dontis was saying goodbye to listener, and honestly his whole interaction with them just killed me inside. Dontis was the whole reason why listener was able to settle down in the first place—and he gave them the opportunity to actually live a life that didn’t have anything to do with violence and death. So, to see that the one person who taught you how to live your life now going off to risk their own, with a very big possibility of not coming back—just made me feel for them so bad.

I’m trying to get better at writing dialogue for these characters, so if there is any improvement that needs to be made, don’t hesitate to let me know!

That you so much for reading, ya’ll! 🧡

Masterlist

[prophctic]

the anthology | coven

ivy was certain she'd never felt heat quite like this before.

it was hot in the summers in new england, certainly; closer to the coast the humidity was higher than it was inland, and summer nights on the cape were often made warmer due it the proximity to water. but new england summers, even at the coast, were nothing compared to summers in new orleans. they were deeper south than she had ever been, so close to the gulf they could walk to it's shores, and the moment she stepped outside she found herself sweating. she found herself sticking to the merciful shade of the spanish moss-draped oak trees during the daytime, hesitant to step out from under their branches even to cross the street, and nighttime came as a blissful relief.

another blessing, aside from the shade cast by the massive, romantic trees that lined the streets, was the fact that the city seemed to take air conditioning very seriously. the moment she stepped inside a building, she was instantly cooled down. even the insulation on containers seemed somehow superior to anything she'd experienced on the east coast; the cup of frozen coffee she'd gotten at cafe du monde earlier in the day stayed icy cold for hours, it's to-go cup protecting it somehow from the oppressive summer heat.

ivy suspected magic was involved, not only because of the impressive insulation on the cup, but because of the twinkle in the baristas eye as she'd paid.

magic was everywhere here, but so different from the way it was imbued within society in salem. residents of salem who were human still believed in witchcraft, certainly, and seemed well aware it was a part of their city's history. here, though, even humans seemed to openly not only be aware of, but embrace, the supernatural. sigils were carved into planters, and people left offerings at the voodoo temple or shopped for candles to cure their ills or sorrows; people returning from the bayou openly spoke of hearing a rougarou call or seeing the lights of a fifolet. they were a part of things, not just aware of things; even if they were not supernatural themselves, the people of this city seemed aware of it and respectful of it; open to the help of the paranormal, yet aware of it's boundaries. it was fascinating in a beautiful way.

a third blessing came from the originals, who, despite the salem refugees insistence on paying their own way once they could, were looking out for them nevertheless. clothes appeared in their wardrobes overnight; comfortable shorts and shirts that would keep them cool in the summer heat. a few dresses even appeared, including a vintage dolce and gabbana slip dress that made gemma squeal, and that had left her spinning on the balcony and jumping up and down with excitement.

gemma wore the same dress now as they traipsed to the new orleans library under the blazing sunset, all vibrant reds and pinks and oranges silhouetted behind palm trees. it was so different than anything ivy had grown up seeing; it was all so beautiful.

"won't the library be closed when we get there?" willow inquired hesitantly, still afraid to break the rules.

"ajani said they were staying open late for us," ivy said, feeling almost as hesitant as they approached the steps. as if on cue, ajani opened the door, smiling out at them.

"ah, there you are! come in, come in! i have a friend who works here; she offered to let us have the place to ourselves tonight for research purposes." ajani held the door for the coven members as they filtered inside, ivy's eyes widening as she took in the vast collection of books before her.

"a few more friends will be joining us, so i will wait by the door to let them in. please, feel free to browse until then if you would like."

[thebusylilbee]

C’est la deuxième vague de chaleur de l’année. Après une flambée des températures qui a touché le pourtour méditerranéen français le 9 août, puis un mercure qui a atteint hier les 40 °C sur le littoral aquitain, ce sont quarante départements qui ont été placés sous vigilance orange canicule par Météo-France lundi 12 août. Des températures maximales de 36 °C à 38 °C sont attendues en Île-de-France, en Centre-Val-de-Loire ou encore en Bourgogne. [...]

« On s’habitue : on oublie qu’avoir 40 degrés c’était presque impossible dans les années 2000 », a réagi auprès de Mediapart Magali Reghezza-Zitt, géographe et maîtresse de conférences à l’École normale supérieure. [...]

Une planète en ébullition

Alors que le changement climatique augmente à « un rythme sans précédent », la planète vient d’enregistrer treize records mensuels consécutifs de température à la surface de la Terre. Le globe a battu les 23 juillet le record de la journée la plus chaude sur Terre jamais mesurée. 

Enfin, l’Antarctique, actuellement en plein hiver austral, a, toujours en juillet, connu des températures au sol en moyenne de 10 °C au dessus de la normale de saison – et de 28 °C certains jours.

« À un climat réchauffé à + 1 °C comme actuellement, il y a une chance sur cinquante pour que des épisodes caniculaires pareils arrivent. Une chance sur quatre à + 1,5 °C de réchauffement et une chance sur deux à + 2 °C, précise Magali Reghezza-Zitt. Ça veut dire que ça n’arrivera pas tous les ans mais que ces épisodes seront rentrés dans la normalité. »

Or, la France est tout particulièrement vulnérable aux dérèglements climatiques. L’Europe se réchauffe en effet deux fois plus vite que le reste du monde. Et Paris est la capitale européenne au risque de surmortalité le plus élevé en cas de vague de chaleur. 

Quant à la Méditerranée, elle est une des régions mondiales les plus impactées par le réchauffement, comme l’a souligné le dernier rapport du Giec. La semaine dernière, des températures avoisinant les 30 degrés ont été mesurées en mer au large de la Corse et de la Côte d’Azur – une canicule marine avec une anomalie de température de l’ordre + 4 °C.

Les plus vulnérables en première ligne

Dans son sixième rapport annuel publié en juin dernier, le Haut Conseil pour le climat, organisme indépendant placé auprès des services du premier ministre, a souligné que les inégalités d’exposition face au dérèglement du climat « risquent de s’aggraver », notamment pour les enfants et les ménages les plus précaires. C’est que si l’inaction climatique perdure, les enfants nés en 2020 subiront sept fois plus de vagues de chaleur qu’une personne née en 1960.

Par ailleurs, sur les périodes estivales de 2014 à 2022, les chaleurs extrêmes ont déjà causé la mort de près de 33 000 personnes dans notre pays, d’après Santé publique France.

« Une inquiétude qui commence à poindre est l’augmentation des épisodes de nuits tropicales, qui peut être dangereux pour les patients à risque puisque leurs organismes ne peuvent plus se reposer la nuit, poursuit Magali Reghezza-Zitt. L’autre inquiétude, et on commence à avoir des signaux faibles d’alerte sur la côte méditerranéenne, c’est la chaleur humide. Ce sont des conditions climatiques qui empêchent la peau de transpirer, et ça réchauffe le corps. »

Face à cet épisode caniculaire, le docteur Grégory Emery, directeur général de la Santé, a déclaré auprès de Mediapart miser sur la territorialisation de la prévention : « Les messages nationaux ne peuvent pas refléter la situation météorologique de chaque région, détaille ce dernier. Il y a quelques semaines, quand je parlais du risque de vague de chaleur depuis Paris mais qu’il faisait 20 degrés, le message n’a pas trop imprégné. Et en santé publique, c’est un peu comme Pierre et le loup : quand on répète des messages de prévention inadaptés à la situation locale, les gens n’écoutent plus. »

Le ministère de la santé incite tout particulièrement à inscrire les personnes fragiles sur les registres communaux, afin qu’elles soient surveillées de près par les services sociaux municipaux en cas de chaleur extrême.

« Il y a un enjeu de responsabilité individuelle face à ces risques,avertit le docteur Grégory Emery. On doit s’attendre à faire face dans les prochaines années à des vagues de chaleur plus tôt et plus tard, avant ou après l’été. »

Déficit d’adaptation

Si l’État français doit gérer l’urgence durant ces épisodes caniculaires et continuer à diminuer les émissions de gaz à effet de serre du pays, le Haut Conseil pour le climat a également rappelé dans son rapport de juin 2024 que les impacts du chaos climatique croissent plus vite que les moyens mis en œuvre par le gouvernement pour s’y adapter.

Alors que les vagues de chaleur devraient être deux fois plus nombreuses d’ici à 2050, l’organisme estime que certains territoires français « ont déjà atteint les limites de leurs capacités d’adaptation au changement climatique ». 

« Sur l’adaptation au climat qui se réchauffe, il n’y a pas de discours politique et médiatique, il n’y a pas de récit, résume Magali Reghezza-Zitt. On s’adapte désormais à un climat qui n’existe déjà plus. »

Après que le gouvernement a dans un premier temps, en février, amputé de 2,2 milliards d’euros le budget dédié à l’écologie, la présidente du Haut Conseil pour le climat a été jusqu’à écrire en avril dernier au premier ministre, Gabriel Attal, pour se préoccuper « du risque de recul de l’ambition de la politique climatique » du pays. 

C’est que, en dépit des obligations législatives, ni la loi de programmation énergie et climat, ni la Stratégie française énergie et climat, ni la troisième Stratégie nationale bas carbone (SNBC), ni le troisième Plan national d’adaptation au changement climatique (Pnacc) n’ont encore été adoptés.

En janvier dernier, Christophe Béchu, ministre de la transition écologique, avait pour exemple annoncé en fanfare le nouveau Pnacc pour adapter la France à + 4 °C d’ici 2100, grâce à une cinquantaine de mesures pour répondre entre autres aux impacts des vagues de chaleur.

Prévu initialement pour cet été, ce document-cadre climatique, pourtant techniquement prêt, ne sera publié, contexte politique oblige, que vers la fin de l’année. Quant à Christophe Béchu, sa communication sur les réseaux sociaux s’est quasiment entièrement focalisée sur les médailles des Français au Jeux olympiques, malgré les deux canicules. 

En attendant, selon l’observatoire européen du changement climatique Copernicus, il est déjà « tout à fait possible » que 2024 soit l’année la plus chaude jamais enregistrée.

Mickaël Correia et Manuel Magrez

[decarabiandivorce]

#imagine Amos having to grieve the fact that she is the only human in mond that remembers the sunny skies of the rolling mountains

nb, writing a song for the rebellion: Under the skies of blue and sun with strength, the grass stands tall in relentless winds—

Amos, helping him brainstorm: You know, grass doesn't work like that. It doesn't stand in winds

nb: ?

Amos: No, on a windy day the grass bends and whole fields ripple like the seas. In the lush fields of grasslands, you'd be knee deep as you wade through, the sound of your own footsteps masked not just by the whistling of the winds through the reeds but also the bugs and the birds. Sections of the grass shake, contrasted by the impression of the wind currents, betraying the boar's location and you draw your bow......

nb: whoa :0

Amos (lost in her memories): ...I miss it

YEAHYAHEYAYEAAHHHH!!!!!

Amos is reminiscing over the time she took for granted. You worded it wonderfully!!!! She talks about how the breezes uses to be so gentle. How at times it was like a dream to just lay in the sun with clouds over head. The blue of the sky more vibrant than any dye. She tells him of sunsets and sunrises.

Nb has never yearned for the dawn until he learns how it could be red or orange. How at times of the day the clouds can turn pink. How its was so full of color.

He lightens the mood by jokingly calling her an old lady <3 she ruffles his hair