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stalkerofthegods · 1 year ago

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Lady hera deep dive.

Lady Hera is the queen of the gods and goddesses and the shared ruler of the skies, she deserves respect, and I adore her, as a researcher, and as a person in the community, I do not worship her, but she is welcoming, she is a wonderful goddess and kind, and as a mother and a ruler, she is amazing.

Herbs • lilies, poppies, irises, white roses, waterlilies, Golden roses and white roses, Vitex agnus-castus, poppies, stephanotis, cypress, coconut, maple trees, all white flowers, Marigold, Patchouli, Sage, Rosemary, Frankincense, oak, asterion flower, hyacinths (from when Zeus swept her up in a cloud in Bed of hyacinths in the Iliad 14.340-50)

Animals•peacock, the crow, the cuckoo, carrion-crow, Cow, snake, dragon, crab, snail, and other shelled creatures, eagle, young cow or lion, Wide-winged hawk, Cranes, heifer, goat

Zodiac • Cancer

Colors •White, royal blue, purple, dark green, grey, and silver, yellow, gold, red, blue, purple, rose.

Crystal• pearls, garnets, citrine, amber, diamonds, star sapphires, platinum, Morganite, Rose quartz, Lapis lazuli, Peacock ore, herkimer diamond, iris agate, apophyllite, morganite, turquoise.

Symbols• the crow, the cuckoo, the peacock and the pomegranate, Milky Way, the cow, the seasons of the year, Lotus-staff, the scepter.

Jewelry you can wear in their honor rings• wedding veils, and veiling in her honor.

Diety of • marriage, women, childbirth, and family, she also used to be an earth goddess, Matriarchy, fertility

Patron of • married women, presiding over weddings and blessing marital unions, bringing a woman fertility, protecting her children, helping a woman find financial security, overseeing both private and public affairs, and protecting women in labor. She also has domains in life, death, and the rebirth cycle. And is the patron of earth and cows before marrying Zeus, the Air, Clear skies, Rain, Storms, the Constellations, Maidens of marriageable age, Maiden virginity, Betrothals, Bride-price (dowry), Widows, Menstruation, Heirs, Dynasties, Fidelity (legitimate heir & not the product of adultery), Inheritance, sanctity of the home, kings, empires, heaven, showers, and breezes, prosperity, progeny and military victory, luck in battle, heroes

Alter ideas• She likes big alters, and I would put them near a lake, she was raised near a lake, and she likes extravagant things.

Offerings• Honey, Breads, grains, homemade sweets, Pomegranates, Fruits, Milk, Wine, Pure water, Peacock paintings, peacock statues, peacock patterns, Cow paintings, cow statues, cow print patterns, Cuckoo bird art, cuckoo bird statues, Cuckoo clocks, Diadem (crowns), Throne imagery, Framed family photos, Chocolate, Pomegranate seeds, Peacock feathers, Peacock jewelry, Cuckoo feathers, Snail and hermit crab shells, Cow jewelry, Toy peacocks or cows, Perfumes, Silver and gold jjewelry (especially rings), White or gold rose petals, Golden roses, Art that you’ve created (especially if it is an art of Her), Poems are written for Her, Any crafts you’ve made, Stories that you’ve written, Photos of your S.O. and children, goat meat, goat cheese, the asterion flower, Nemean lion imagery, shields/shield imagery, wedding related (ex- rings, veil, garter, copy of vows), she likes sweet things, snail shells, any shelled animal leftover shell

Devotional• Donate your time or money to charities that help women and children, find a fallen branch and burn a small part of it as an offering to Hera (based on the festival Daedala), don’t cheat, don’t make others cheat (don’t be a side chick), tame your jealousy, Read the story of Zeus and the Daidale (“wooden bride”), As you make your bed ask Hera to bless it and Bring romance to your marriage bed, Take a day to indulge in love, keep your home clean, be kind to children, do house chores, take care of your physical health, take care of your mental health, speak your mind, donate to and support domestic abuse victims, write her poems, donate old maternity clothes and baby clothes, Campaigning for women’s rights and equal marriage, gardening, painting, making music, do colour magick, Celebrate solstice and changing seasons, Setting a boundary in life (especially in love).

Ephithets• Cow-Eyed, White-Armed, The Virgin, Queen of the Gods, Protectress, Queen of Heaven, Protector of Women, Hera Alexandros (Protector of Men), Lady of the Beasts, Of The Golden Sandals, Ἀλέξανδρος (Alexandros) - Protector of Men, Αἰγοφάγος (Aigophágos) - Goat-Eater, Ἀκραῖα (Akráia)- She of the Heights, Ἀμμωνία (Ammonia), Ἄνθεια (Antheia) - flowery Ἀργεία (Argéia)- She of Argos, Βασίλεια (Basíleia)- Queen', Βουναία (Bounáia)- She of the Mound, Βοῶπις (Boṓpis) - Cow-Eyed or Cow-Faced, Λευκώλενος (Leukṓlenos)- White-Armed, Παῖς (Pais)- Child (in her role as virgin), Παρθένος (Parthénos)- Virgin, Τελεία (Teléia)- as goddess of marriage, Χήρη (Chḗrē) - Widowed, Τελχινία (Telchinia) - She was named like that because according to a legend, that the Telchines were the first in the island and also the first who created statues of gods, Ζυγία (Zygia) - as the presider over marriage, Hera Nympheuomene - Hera the betrothed bride, Hera Pais - Hera the girl, Hera Parthenia - Hera the maiden

Equivalents (not the same but alike)• Hathor (Egyptian), Juno (Roman), Frigg (Norse), Isis (Egyptian)

Aspects• Khaos-Aer (the Air), Hemera (Day), Nyx (Night), Titanis Rheia (Flow), Selene (the Moon), Eos (Dawn), Mother of Typhon (Typhoon, Smoke)

Attendees• Eleithyia (Goddess of Childbirth), Hebes (Goddess of Youth), Iris (Goddess of the Rainbow), The Horai (Goddesses of the Seasons & Heavenly Law and Order), Okeanides (Cloud-Nymphai)

Signs they are reaching out• Sudden imagery of peacocks and her animals, sudden mentions of what she is the goddess of, feeling an intense pull to her

Morals• Morally grey

Courting• Zues

Personality• Hera has a fast temper and is quick to administer justice

Mortal or immortal • immortal

Fact• Hera’s temples may have been the first to be roofed, her temples were some of the largest ever built (she is very big on big alters and on temples)

Blessings• Good betrothal, Marital harmony, Successful birth, Heirs, Dynasties, Birth of a male heir, good luck in battle, successful birth

Curse: Marital discord, Punishment of adulterers, death in birth, Protracted labor

Roots• her origin could’ve been as a Pelasgian goddess, she was nursed as an infant by the three daughters of the river Asterion: Euboia, Prosymna, and Akraia. But in the Iliad, Hera states she was given by her mother to Tethys to be raised, aspected to be raised in Argos in Argolis Greece and her birthplace being Samos on a Greek island. She also claims to be the oldest, but so does Hestia.

Parentage• Kronos and Rhea

Siblings• Zeus, Poseidon, Hades, Hestia, and Demeter, half-siblings with Chiron

Pet• peacocks (peacocks pull her chariot)

Children • Angelos, Ares, Eileithyia, Enyo, Eris, Hebe, Hephaestus, and the Kharites, many say she adopted Heracles, (he built a temple for her and etc)

Appearance in astral or gen• in Greek and Roman art as a large woman, fully clad, wearing a diadem radiantly beautiful woman, shining like the sun, however, she is also a shape-shifter with many forms and is usually wearing a veil. She also has 3 aspects, the Maiden, Mother, and Crone aspects, She comes with the scent of flowers, and the earth blooms at her every step.

Festivals • Daedala, Heraia, and Anthesphoria were also common in the Peloponnese (where it was celebrated in honor of Hera Antheia at Argos, and of Aphrodite Antheia at Cnossus.)

Month• June

Sacred places• Heraeum at Nemea in the Argolid, the great temple on the island of Samos, and the temple at Olympia. A sanctuary at Argos, a seventh-century BCE temple built over an earlier shrine, is among the oldest Greek temples, Argos (Samos).

Status• Queen of the gods, and a major deity before and after marriage.

What angers her • Cheating, the Trojans.

Music she likes• wedding music.

What she likes in people• Women, heroes, moms.

Planet• Venus, and the full moon

Her Tarot cards• The empress, the world.

Scents/Inscene • rose, iris, myrrh, civet, jasmine, and patchouli, Rose, stephanotis

Prayers•

Hera, queen of Olympos, the bride of thundering Zeus, protector of marriage, of the joining of hearts and the creation of bonds, of the building of home and the finding of family. Great Hera, whose presence honors any wedding day, whose favor graces any marriage, I pray to you, O goddess, grant to me a joyous union, a love to last, a harmonious home. I ask your blessing on my household, O Hera–may it be a place of happiness and affection. I ask your blessing on my marriage bed–may it be a place of joy and pleasure. May my mate and I share our lives; may we grow old together, merry and content; may our words be honey-sweet, and may our love be ever strong. Shining Hera, I ask your blessing.

“O Hera, Queen of Gods, divine protector of marriage, From your throne above, look upon us with favor. Majestic and exalted, cloaked in unyielding loyalty, Bless the bonds we forge, and the promises we make. Grant us the strength to uphold love’s sacred vow, To support and cherish, through trials and time. May our hearts reflect your undying commitment, As we seek harmony, guided by your wisdom. Hail Hera, the eternal matriarch, in reverence we call, With offerings of peacock plumes and lilies white. Embrace us in your grace, bestow upon us unity, As we honor you, now and in all our days.”

I praise you bright and noble Hera, great lady of Olympos, gracious queen of the deathless gods, dark-eyed goddess, fairest of the children of Rhea, graceful and comely, cloaked in the starry skies, garlanded in poppies fragrant and blood-red, crowned in brightest gold, the lotus wand in your hand, your form ever draped in the finest of silks, majestic one whose blessing is sought by all, whose gifts are treasured, whose favor is a surety of good fortune. Hera, champion of great cities, gurardian of ancient Argos and the pretty isle of Samos, warder of the bounds of marriage, protector of women in the old world and the new, unparalleled goddess, white armed one, sovereign of the high-reaching heavens, I honor your might.

Deep-eyed Hera, beloved bride of mighty Zeus, mighty goddess, fair of face and silent of step, noble your manner, stately and poised your form, a queenly presence is ever yours, godly in glory, womanly in grace and beauty. Beloved Hera, patroness of kings and princes, friend of women, of mothers, upholder of marriage, of the right of lovers to join hearts and hands; lavish your gifts, liberal your hand, limitless the blessings you bestow on those you favor. Hera, the broad sky is yours, and the sweet air we breathe; to you we turn to for harmony and wedded bliss; to you we turn to for strength in the passion and turmoil and hard work of marriage; to you we offer our thanks for a life of love. Well-crowned Hera, beautiful one, revered one, greatest of goddesses, I praise and honor you.

Hera of the deep heart, the beautiful goddess whose true radiance would blind mortal eyes, whose steps fall softly in the golden halls of storied Olympos. In silks your fair form is draped, O Hera, heavy with jewels is your crown, the sweetest of perfumes surround you; in ancient times you received the highest honors, the finest of offerings were ever yours, your shining temples stood across the land. Hera, defender of cities, protector of marriage, champion of the love that upholds a family, that cherishes a child, you are the friend of those who hold the household dear. Queen of the heavens, holder of the lotus staff, the poppy and the pomegranate have you in hand. Hera, supreme in dignity and grace, unsurpassed in goodness and kindness, I praise you.

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asumofwords · 2 years ago

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Smoke, Fire and Ash

Warnings: This fic includes noncon, dubcon, manipulation, violence and inc3st. Tags will be added as the fic goes on.

This is a dark!fic. 18+ only. Read at your own discretion. Please read the warnings before continuing.

Summary: You are the eldest daughter of Rhaenyra and Daemon Targaryen. You are forced to navigate the difficult surroundings of your upbringing and the eventual disintegration between your family and the Hightower's relationship. What will happen when your older and estranged uncle suddenly takes a more sinister interest in you? (Dark!Aemond x Reader)

Characters: Aemond Targaryen X Reader, HOTD characters.

Note: What a tangled web I weave... Good lord, somebody get the reader some anger management classes. She truly is her fathers daughter.

Chapter 9: Milk of the Poppy

You were awoken by the soft stirrings of Saria and Aella placing your dinner on the table. You pushed yourself up in the plush of the sheets, rubbing the sleep from your eyes, the dull ache of your feet slowly coming back with your consciousness.

The smell of the cooked meats and vegetables wafted across the room towards, making your stomach grumble. You sniffed, moving to the side of the bed before pulling yourself out.

Slowly you limped towards the table, breathing sharply out your nose through the pain. Hearing your approach your two maids turned quickly.

“My Lady, you should rest!” Aella said, running across the room to hold onto your arm gently.

“I am sure I will survive this short distance.”

Reaching the table you plopped down into the high back wooden chair. Its upholstery was a soft orange with golden flowers embroidered on it. Upon the table sat a roast with warm fresh bread and a flagon of ale. A smaller golden goblet was placed in front of you.

“I had the Maester bring more Milk of the Poppy for you, Princess.” She explained, “You need rest to gather your strength.” The small golden chalice held the familiar scent that seemed to follow your GrandSire.

“I have strength enough plenty. I am a Dragon not a mouse,” You snapped, patience and composure dwindling, unravelling like thread. You sighed, uttered a small apology and thanked her.

She does not deserve your fire.

Reaching forward you picked up the flagon of ale, pouring it into a glass provided. The bread was warm, fresh from the ovens, the crust perfectly crunchy, which tore apart softly with your hands. You slathered the bread with butter and popped it into your mouth.

As a child you recalled the bakers in the Red Keep. Whenever you became upset, your mother would call for bread to be brought up to the room with spreads. It always calmed you and gave you something to do with your hands. Anxiety from the whispers in court, and tension having used to distress you. The bread was so soft, it melted on your tongue.

Swallowing on your mouthful, you looked to your maids,

“How does my family fair this evening?” You inquired.

“They are all dining in the hall, Princess.” Saria began, “Princess Helaena seemed sad at your absence, but Our Lady, Princess Rhaenyra, assured everyone you would be joining them for celebrations soon.”

“Oh?” You looked up, interest peaking, “What celebrations?” You inquired.

Placing a small cut of potato into your mouth and chewing, you continued, “I have yet to be informed of any joyous occasion.” You grumbled, moving on to shred a large piece of meat apart on your plate with a knife.

“Oh!” Aella exclaimed, “Her Majesty the Queen wanted to hold celebrations for the engagement of Prince Aegon and Princess Helaena. As you all were not present at their initial ceremony in the Red Keep, the Queen thought it would be nice for you all to celebrate their union as one.”

“Not present?” You scoffed, “We were not welcomed to our own families union. I am sure it must have just slipped Queen Alicent’s pretty little head.” Your mood had soured.

You did not wish to celebrate the union of your cruel uncle to your sweet and kind aunt. Helaena did not deserve such a punishment from the Gods. To be wed to Aegon is to be wed to a monster. You could only hope that Helaena could avoid his cruelty.

You ate your dinner at a languid pace, barely touching the ale in front of you, save for small sips to help the food go down. The girls asked if you would like to be readied to retire for the night, however you had not been touched by fatigue, your rest from the day giving you energy at such a late hour.

They bid you goodnight and left to their quarters, leaving you to your own bitter thoughts. Your mantra had already unstuck. You felt yourself growing restless in your chambers, the incidents of the past days turning in your mind.

Lifting yourself from the table, you hobbled towards the window and looked out into the night. The sky was clear and the moon high, the light of it reflecting off of the sea, appearing to dance with the current. How you wished to go out and fly, but you knew it was best to stay in and heal.

Looking back to the table you eyed the Milk of the Poppy, surely you could drink some now to relieve the pain and not sleep straight away. Walking over, you grasped the small golden chalice and lifted it to your lips, taking a deep inhale at first, before sipping half of the rich liquid.

Limping over to the bed you placed the chalice next to you, feeling the effects of the medicine begin to take place. The awful throbbing in your feet soon began to ebb and fade, leaving a dull pulsing feeling. Your head felt lighter, and your body heavy. Your restlessness however, did not leave you.

You sat down on the edge of the bed, holding your head in your hands. You could see that your mother had missed the Red Keep and your Grandsire The King, and you could see the sorrow she had for losing her childhood friend, the Queen, to the poisonous lies of Otto Hightower.

You had a sneaking suspicion that you may be at the Keep much longer than you or your father had anticipated, and although your younger brothers were excited to be home, you could also sense the unease.

Anxious thoughts spun their way into your head like tangled webs and you felt yourself grow irritated. A sheen of sweat began to cover your skin as your heart began to race. You clawed at your chemise, pulling it from your body and throwing it upon the stone floors.

Pushing your hair away from your face you sat back on your bed, your chest rising and falling rapidly. Snatching the golden chalice you brought it back to your lips and threw the tart liquid down your throat, a small burning sensation following.

With a snarl you hurled the cup across the room, a metallic clang ringing through the chambers at impact. How dare they. How dare they all treat you this way. Your mother would soon be Queen, and you wished to see her set fire to the serpents that seemed to be all around you.

As you watched the cup roll on the floor you sunk back into your bed. Looking up at the ceiling you prayed that you and your family would survive the vipers nest unscathed and that you and your brothers keep your eyes.

As you drifted off to sleep, images of your uncle's sapphire eye swirled in your mind. Aemond was not the boy you once knew, but something that had been reborn out of the ashes. The scent of sandalwood and leather filled your senses, an odd calm blanketing you, as you finally succumbed to your dreams.

The days passed by slowly, blending gently into each other. You barely left your chambers, opting to tell your family your moon's cycle had taken a toll on you after the trip to the Red Keep and you needed to rest.

Each night you ate alone, bathed alone, and slept alone, and each night you drank milk of the poppy. Saria and Aella tended to you, albeit sometimes suffocatingly, and once Lucerys was told of your condition he promised to fly with you once you had recovered.

Jacaerys visited on occasion to ensure you were okay, but mostly kept to staying close to your mother or practising his High Valyrian in the Red Keeps library.

The ache in your feet slowly faded as time healed them, the stitches no longer needed, and the smaller cuts fully healed into little scars. You often ran your fingers over them as you rested; they were smooth to the touch, and clean, not at all jagged.

Although your uncle had not taken your eye, he had scarred you, much like your brothers did him.

Helaena visited you often, and you felt no need to hide your feet from her, as you suspected she knew all along, though you didn't know if she knew the cause for the injury. Though your aunt may seem to be in her own world, she sees more than most.

Many in the court call her crazy, her odd mutterings confusing or amusing most, but you knew she was a Dragon Dreamer. Even as a child she spoke of events that were yet to happen, even uttering that Aemond would have to close an eye for a dragon; and so he did.

Helaena would sit in your room with you and embroider new insects she had found, telling you all about them and on occasion bringing them with her. Her company put you at ease and made being in your room easier to manage.

She did not chastise you for not arriving for your walk, and in fact assured you that she knew you would not have come, and instead she went to sit by the ocean to look for the spiders that lived amongst the rocks.

You wanted to ask her about Aegon, but you did not know how. He had always been cruel to her as a child, calling her stupid, and his flagrant whoring and violence assured you that he would not be a good husband.

Yet if there was anything amiss for her to talk to you about, she did not. Instead, your aunt opted to only talk about the things that you both did as children, as if the years apart had not distanced you.

She arrived one morning with no new insect or embroidery wheel with her. Pensively, she sat in front of the fireplace which was empty and looked out the window to the blue skies.

“There is a beast beneath the boards.” She spoke, finally breaking her silence. Not once looking up at you when talking.

“Beast? In the Dragonpit you mean?” You sat opposite her in the other chair, she still did not look at you.

“Beware it.” She whispered, “Hand turns loom; spool of green, spool of black.” She spoke, her hands picking at each other in her lap.

She had uttered this to you as a child, before Aemond lost his eye.

“Dragons of flesh, weaving dragons of thread.” You finished for her.

She finally looked to you, “Yes.” Then gazed back out the window.

You sat in silence, both unsure and unwilling to start a new conversation. Helaena was right; a spool of Green was the ever so ‘perfect’ Hightower's looking down their noses at you, and the spool of Black was your family.

The Hightower’s never stopped wearing green, except Helaena, who opted to wear more yellows and light orange dresses.

“An eye was closed, another opened.” She broke the silence, slowly looking at you.

“What was lost is replaced, a spider's web is spun.”

“A tangled web indeed.” You responded, and she nodded.

“A dragon's death for a dragon's breath.” She whispered, reaching out towards you she held open her palm. You placed your hand in hers.

“Beware the beast beneath the boards.” She finished grasping your hand.

“I will aunt. Thank you.” You squeezed her hand. Silence surrounded you both and she continued to look at you.

“Aemond has asked after you.”

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jawbone-xylophone · 8 months ago

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Is this a stellar example of my writing? No. Am I posting it anyway? Yes.

Based on Hades 2 early access. I'm having fun with the idea of ways Melinoë could meet Hypnos.

~🌘🥀🌒~

The escape spell, the cruelly necessary evidence of her failure, tugged Melinoë through the weft of the world like a slipped stitch.

The scythe had hurt. The scythe always hurt, as proper punishment for her carelessness and proof that she was not sharp enough, quick enough, strong enough to complete the only task she'd ever been given- and now the magic primed in case of her failure would reel her back like a naughty kitten, all teeth and claws and no discipline. To darkness. To dreams. To do this again.

"-goodness, your near-deaths are always so violent, it's hard to get a word in edgewise! ...Hello? Hello? Is this thing on?"

In the dark between life and living again, Melinoë blinked.

Sometimes, there were memories here, wrested from the jaws of Time in recompense. Her pound of metaphorical flesh. Sometimes, there was Moros, who was there when all men died.

Here and now, there was a startlingly familiar god with startlingly short curls, grinning at her over a plucked poppy. He twirled it through his fingers and beamed.

"There you are, princess. Welcome to almost dying! You should try not doing that, I hear it's bad for your health."

"Lord... Hypnos?" He was awake? ...did this count as awake? "Is it really you?"

Hypnos shrugged, plucking a petal from his poppy flower. "Really me? That's a funny question. Not a very useful one, but a funny one! I'll think about it and get back to you." He plucked another petal, the little sound too-loud, too fleshy somehow. "You're waking up soon."

She couldn't exactly tell. It was always cold here, skimming the edge of silent oblivion. Melinoë tried to bow with limbs she couldn't feel. "I am honored by your visit, Lord Hypnos, if it is truly you. To what do I owe the pleasure? Perhaps you know of some way to wake your body...? Everyone misses you terribly."

He giggled at her strangely, shaking his head with a queer look like he worried for her head. "Waking me up is the last thing you need to worry about, princess. I'm Sleep! I'm busy. My brother's trapped, somewhere." He smiled, but it showed no teeth, and the gold of his eyes shone with brittle ice. He plucked another petal, calm and controlled, and she heard the flesh of it tear almost wetly, milky sap bleeding over his fingers. Hypnos prodded at it, felt the stickiness between his fingers, and she felt the cold clamp around her spine like gentle fangs.

He would not harm her. Probably. But she'd only watched him sleep her entire life- never actually spoken to him. And he had every reason to be waking in a terrible mood. She swallowed, and clung hard to polite protocol.

"You're waking up," he said again before she could speak, considering the ragged edge of torn petals. "You're trying to kill my uncle- and it seems you're having a bit of trouble! I'm sure you can do it, but maybe try something more effective than stabbing. We've been there, done that."

"A spell, then? Some kind of incantation?" That wouldn't shock her.

Hypnos yawned widely. Perhaps a little too widely, like he hadn't remembered how many teeth a person should have. "Nnno, no. I mean maybe. You never know!" He stretched, blinking heavily, and dragged golden eyes over her ragged body. "What're you the goddess of, anyway? If you're fighting a god, shouldn't you fight like a god? Just an idea."

The goddess of? That. Well. Hm. She'd been raised for a purpose. "Killing Time, I suppose."

Hypnos coughed in the middle of nibbling on a flower, snorted, and erupted in tinkling giggles that filled oblivion with little stars for a moment. "Oh- oh, that's good, wow. I like you. We have to do this again sometime." A final flower petal split off under his fingers, weeping white blood, and he waggled it at her in a little wave. "Or maybe we won't! You're smart, maybe you'll kill poor old uncle Chronos this time. Don't forget my advice and you'll do great, I know it."

She wanted to tell him to wait. She wanted to ask questions, do something. He'd been both helpful and not, if she just asked the right question then perhaps- but the cold prickle of moonlight raced like hellfire through her limbs, shocked awake from mostly-dead to debatably-alive, and the dewy grass of the Crossroads clung to her cheek like poppy sap.

She groaned, long and low, in the smallest moment of wallowing she could afford. Back to killing Time again.

The wind in the withered trees sounded almost like tinkling laughter.

#my writing #hades game #hades 2 #hades supergiant #hypnos hades #melinoë hades

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welcomehomeincorrectquotes · 1 year ago

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Headcanon/Fanfic:

Back in the early days of Welcome Home, there was a large red bird named Petey. Despite his intimidating size, Petey was gentle, kind, and frightened of pretty much everything.

Everyone loved the big red bird named Petey and he loved them back, but something felt off.

Petey was sad all the time and didn't know how to explain why to his wonderful, concerned neighbours. He felt unhappy, trapped, not like himself.

Whenever the crew of Welcome Home worked with the bird puppet, they felt uneasy; just saying the name "Petey" when referring to the character was enough to make them feel sick.

One day, a designer had the irresistible urge to alter the big red puppet. They started with adding some makeup, a lovely golden blush with matching eyeshadow that helped the dark red to pop out!

Somehow, the entire crew felt a slight sense of relief without knowing why.

When Petey's neighbours stumbled upon him with his make on for the first time, he was showered with wonderful compliments. The big red bird started to wear his makeup every day, even going on Spa Days with Frank and Julie.

Another day, the urge hit the designer again. Next, the dull blue feathers atop the red bird's head were slowly replaced with a magnificent crest of vibrant blues, greens, and yellows with matching hackles.

The crew felt a wave of euphoria flow through the studio.

It was Julie's idea to try out a new feather-do. Wally was there to help him pick out a colour palette and teach him the tricks to having a good hair day. Trying new things was scary, but the happiness he saw in his own reflection was worth it.

These slight alterations kept on going over the next coming months; longer eyelashes, softer plumage, a colourful scarf with lace, a softer voice...

It all came to a head one day when the crew realised that they barely recognised "Petey Partridge" anymore. She needed a new name.

Petey struggled with what to call herself now, but it came to her on her birthday when Barnaby gifted her a bouquet of beautiful red poppy flowers.

#typed most of this on my phone during a bubble bath like a crazy person #haven't written a fanfic since I was 10-11 #welcome home headcanons #headcanon #theory #welcome home theory #Poppy Partridge #Julie Joyful #Frank Frankly #Wally Darling #Barnaby B Beagle #welcome home puppet show #fluff

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fridaynightaus · 4 months ago

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Just like with Jacob, Amber's outfits change for each of the dreams the duo end up in. But it should be noted that the Girlfriend seen in these dreams isn't the real one, she's a figment of said dreams. So this isn't a shared dream scenario. So I guess you could say she is literally the girl of Jacob's dreams.

Descriptions down below!

Pajamas

Amber's default outfit, and the one she always has in the beginning of the dreams.

She wears a light pink crop top and shorts, both lined with white ruffles, and a pair of knee length socks with a pink stripe on them.

Night 1 ("Sleepy Hollows")

The first night is based on Week 2. It takes place on Halloween night in a suburban town bursting at the seams in Halloween decor and aesthetics, with the trees raining leaves of orange and yellow (think Halloweentown and the town in Hocus Pocus. That is until Jacob, Amber, and the spooky kids come across a decrepit mansion, where inside there are no treats...only a sour trick...

Amber wears a Freddy Krueger costumer, both to match Jacob's Jason Voorhees outfit, but also a clever nod to the dream aspect. Her costume consists of a brown fedora with a darker brown band, a dark red and green striped sweater dress, brown ankle-length heeled boots, brown gloves, and reddish-pink marks on her face (which is makeup don't worry.

Night 2 ("Final 'Xamination")

The second night is based on the events Pico's School, and a bit of Week 3. As a vile invader stalks the building, out of sight...waiting...watching. And a all-too familiar face has noticed that as well, but he's no sweet dream himself...

Amber's uniform consists of a white collared shirt with puffy sleeves, a red ribbon tie, a waist-high light red plaid skirt. white knee length socks with a pink stripe, and pink mary janes.

Night 3 ("Rose Fields Forever")

The third night is based on Week 6. With Jacob and Amber finding themselves in a "garden" (It's actually less of a garden and more of a jungle, just replacing the palm trees with cherry blossoms, rafflasia with roses, etc), the denizens welcoming them with open arms. Inviting them to become "hosts" for the upcoming festival to honor their handsome, flowery, idol. But soon they will learn that every rose has it's thorns...and a festival might not be the only thing they'll be hosting...

Amber's outfit is a ancient Greek-based outfit. With a short white robe with gold accents. a gold belt, a red toga fastened with reddish-pink gem with a gold base, and a pair of golden sandals. She also has a poppy flower in her hair.

#lucid evening lullabies #fnf au #friday night funkin #friday night funkin au #fnf fanart #friday night funkin fanart #fnf girlfriend #girlfriend fnf #girlfriend friday night funkin #friday night funkin girlfriend

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eolewyn1010 · 2 months ago

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Downton Abbey Fashion 60 - indoors fashion in 1924

I’ll very quickly go over Miss Bunting’s blouses so I can put her in a drawer and never again think about how poorly written her character was. And then it’s thankfully over to Rose who has some interesting fashion developments this season.

This dark blue wrap dress is actually quite nice. One of the upsides of middle-class characters, for how lousy Fellowes writes them, is that I occasionally see things that I can imagine wearing myself. Diagonal pin tucks over the sides give this a little more shape than is common in the 1920s; overall a pretty look.

Shaping goes right out the window with this one, but I suppose it’s a respectable look for a teacher. Point collar, very pale blue, very simple jewelry – it does hold a bit of my interest with the double row of buttons.

Look, the gathering seam in the shoulder is back! As are pointed collars and keyhole necklines, but I think that the checker weave of this fabric is nice. I don’t think Miss Bunting should wear such a showy shade of lipstick to a pale peach blouse though.

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Rose, my darling. This is a pretty crochet shirt that seems to emulate a blue sky with white clouds, and I love the flaring sleeves. So why on earth did someone tack this stupid strip of white fuzz to it? I know you have better taste than this. Just take that bit off, and you’re good.

Speaking of nice crocheted clothes, this one has pretty much the same shape, but it fortunately goes without dissonant cotton fuzz. The peach color is a Rose staple by now, and the crochet is a bit simpler in terms of pattern and structure, so this doesn’t look cluttered when Rose pairs it with that nice light brown Tartan skirt.

Developing a taste for non-woven textiles, isn’t she? I like this sweater in all its simplicity; the square neckline is elegant, the blue stripes on the shoulders add a little interest, and the silverish yarn is a pretty color and a good backdrop for playful necklaces.

Marching up in the palest blue silk satin, Rose gives us this look. And I’m in love with the print on this dress. Good job of the designer to not add anything more to this than the tiniest dark blue piping around the neckline because this print deserves to stand on its own.

This may be one of the dresses of the show that reads the most stereotypically 1920s to the modern eye. Not only is it absolutely covered in bronze-golden sequins that give it a sort of scaly look; it’s got fringe. It’s still got the right length and cut, which is a relief. Can you imagine how out of place one of those tight mini “flapper” dresses that you can buy for cheap on amazon would have looked? Not all clichés are bad though: I love the fringe. And I love the little spiral flower motif in this wild sequin pattern.

Rose dips her toes into some dark blue silk satin this season, and this is my favorite result of them, even though the neckline construction leaves me hopelessly confounded. What does even connect where? Is that a symmetrical keyhole neckline and then over that an asymmetrical tie, shutting a looser layer over a fitted top? I don’t understand this dress, but I like to look at it. The tiny white star flowers on dark ground are so charming!

Time for some pale pink because Rose has a rosy reputation to maintain. This sweater, another knit piece, has your usual loose shape and drop waist, but the tie collar is quite nice. It’s framing a literal rose pendant because subtlety, you guys, and Rose rounds off the outfit with a repeat of her light brown Tartan skirt.

The tie collar stays, the pink has to go so we can wave dark blue silk satin back in. If I interpret this print right, it’s referencing cherry blossoms and elements of Japanese architecture. The design is far less intricate than the last blue satin Rose welcomed into her wardrobe, but it dresses her quite nicely.

Heh, even when it’s not roses, Rose is a girl for flower prints. I do quite like her poppy flower chiffon dress, but it looks a tad lightweight for working in drafty basement rooms during an English autumn, as Rose seems to do during her charity project for Russian refugees; at least the neckline and sleeves don’t seem to betray a warmer layer underneath.

Yet more flowers! Tulips this time, and while I do love tulips with a passion, I’m not sure I love this dress. It’s admittedly adorable. I think it’s a touch too adorable. I would not have batted an eye to see this on season 3 Rose with her frilly skirts, but by now she’s a good end more mature – and engaged to be married. I don’t know; this lace collar with the little light blue bow reads a little too girly for her now.

Did Rose steal a dress from Edith’s wardrobe? Indigo chiffon with a notable orange print? Even the pattern stripe on her collar looks a lot like the sort of prints Edith prefers this season. But nah, she stole this from 1997’s Rebecca. Oh well, it’s not like Rose hasn’t proven already that she can carry off dark blue shades, and the autumn leaves motif is pretty sweet.

The lace layer makes this one look a lot browner than it is; the basic fabric is one of her usual peachy pinks… oh, for heaven’s sake, is that another rose motif? They really can’t come up with anything new, can they? As usual, the drop waistband just being there for the heck of it instead of making a sack of the top is a grace for the dress. Looks quite pretty overall.

Here we have a dress that we first see Rose wear a day or two before her wedding, but that I find more interesting in the context of her wearing it as a newlywed while her parents-in-law are hosting. Because Lady Sinderby, her mother-in-law, is almost constantly running around in light chiffon dresses with very rich flower prints. Not that flower prints are a new thing for Rose, but specifically the way these pastel colors wash up into each other looks much like the dress Lady Sinderby is wearing for the same occasion, so I find that concordance interesting. Granted, Lady Sinderby doesn’t have this adorable flower-embroidered headband.

Ending on another dress Rose wears in her new life as Mrs Aldridge, this one is a favorite. Off-white and very lacey again, but it’s using the lace so much more elegantly than the girlish dress further up does; strips of it being inserted into the length of the dress and the drop waist, framing the square neckline, and giving the dress a wonderfully weightless, frothy look. And a bit of well-placed flower embroidery? Sign me up!

#Downton Abbey #Downton Abbey's costume fund #historical fashion

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welcomehomerandomness · 2 years ago

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Welcome Home Website Update Reaction Notes (7/22/2023) Part 1 (SPOILERS)

Hey guys! Today I'm gonna show you my reactions to the Welcome Home website via my notes on Google Docs. I wrote 5 pages and spent around 5 or 6 hours exploring the website lol. Hope you enjoy it! Here's Part 1!

NEW HOME ART

The little Home doodle is so cute omg

FRANK AND BARNABY’S VOICES IN “ANSWER” OMG

Barnaby’s voice is honestly like a mix of Rowlf and Fozzie from the Muppets which matches well with his personality

Frank’s voice is like a mix of Gonzo from the Muppets and Gyro from DuckTales (the 2017 one)

THERE’S A GLITCH AT THE END WHAT

The Frank and Julie sprites on the FAQ page is so cute

THE STICKERS ARE SO CUTE

THE SEASONAL BANNERS

Wally and Barnaby (Winter), Frank and Eddie (Spring), Sally and Julie (Summer), and Howdy and Poppy (Fall/Autumn)

I just realized the golden flowers on Home’s sticker give me Undertale vibes

The Frank and Julie sprites on the News page is so cute too

Question Answerer seems sus

THE NEIGHBORS HAVE AUDIO WITH TEXT TRANSCRIPTS I REPEAT THE NEIGHBORS HAVE AUDIO WITH TEXT TRANSCRIPTS

“That’s the most!” Awww Wally

The drumroll on Barnaby’s audio and his little awkward laugh I love him

Yes Julie let’s play a game with a pogo stick, a bowl of pasta, and a pair of roller skates and cause chaos in the Neighborhood lol

I swear I will be depresso if Frank, Eddie, and Howdy get hurt or die…Those three are on my top 3 favorite WH characters (in no specific order) :(

I should make a list of favorite Welcome Home neighbors lol

Anyways

YES FRANK YOU ARE PERFECT JUST THE WAY YOU ARE

I love Eddie’s Southern accent and the way he talks sorta reminds me of Launchpad from DuckTales (the 2017 one)

Awww Eddie is scared of a bug and he wants Frank’s help awww

Eddie doesn’t want his paper chains to be ruined :(

I realized the Frank and Eddie one is also called “answer” and so far the two videos mention bugs and Frank is in each video

HOWDY’S VOICE

He definitely sounds like one of those people working on radio stations

I feel like if he’s not a shopkeeper, he would definitely work on a radio station

Howdy’s Radio Podcast when???

Sally’s voice is so dramatic and I love it

*insert scared Poppy chicken/bird noise*

Also is Poppy alright? I’m kinda worried :(

The voices of the neighbors are fantastic so far the voice actors did really great in their roles :D

Poppy and Frank = best cooking/baking duo

I wonder what those seed things taste like…They probably taste good

Frank mentions Wally eating with his eyes

The third “answer” video with Poppy and Frank mentioning butterflies

I love the Sally and Howdy sprites on the Merchandise page

The “duet” page with Wally on the phone is kinda eerie

Wally sounds dead inside

I love you too Wally lol

The rimshot and horn honk on Barnaby’s phone audio lol

Don’t worry Barnaby your jokes always make me laugh

I love Barnaby’s little “Buh bye!”

I reread "It's-For-You!" Talking Telephone Toy page, I thought it said “Mario, Inc.” instead of “Marlo, Inc.”

Super Mario is canon in this universe jk

Julie’s voice is freaking adorable

I wanna listen to Frank’s bug facts everyday

Frank freaking slanders Barnaby

I love Eddie’s jingle

I wanna get some school supplies from Eddie now lol

I love Howdy’s laughs lol

Protect Howdy at all costs

I love the “ta-da!” jingle from Sally

“…I said ‘Hellooo!’ That’s your cue!” Sally radiates theater kid energy and I love her

Poor Poppy doesn’t know how a phone works :(

*insert more scared Poppy chicken/bird noises*

Howdy’s and Frank’s letters to Wally are so wholesome

I love the insect sketches

Sally calls Julie “Juliet” that’s a cute name

Eddie is the most OP character lol

But can Eddie beat Goku tho???

I think Howdy is OP too but who knows

Julie asking Eddie to catch him is basically the “If I run and leap at Terry” scene from Brooklyn Nine-Nine

Also I actually don’t watch Brooklyn Nine-Nine btw I just know the memes

Anyways

When Frank said “Oh my”, I imagine them blushing asdfghjkl

I forgot to put this here but I love when Frank calls Eddie “Mr. Dear” that’s so cute

I love Julie and Frank’s besties dynamic in the “answer” video

PUPPET WALLY’S REFLECTION ON ONE OF THE RECORDS

I wanna buy every single merch if they are real lol

The live interview reminds me of those Muppet and Sesame Street interviews and it’s quite charming ngl

“Oh no, I don’t know. I love everyone. I love my friends.” Wally poly confirmed???

The interviewer’s name is Rick (and Morty asdfghjkl)

Miss Beagle is mentioned!!!

“I tell ya, we got a neighbor who's got an arm like a professional baseball player! It’s not easy!” Is Barnaby talking about Julie or Eddie?

I want to watch the "Julie-rella" segment so bad

Also Fairy "Dog"-mother lmao

Hopscotch To The Max wtf hahaha

“It took us an hour to get you down off Howdy's roof, and we still don’t know where the green chalk went…” Julie, you played hopscotch on Howdy’s roof???

I love Frank’s and Julie’s singing voices

I love how Barnaby just barges in and Frank is like “wtf”

I love Barnaby’s singing voice too

“Aw. I wanted to learn the colors.” Awww Wally is so adorable

“Wally, don’t look! He’s INDECENT!” That actually made me laugh even as I’m rereading the transcript and typing this down

A wild Howdy appears! *insert Pokemon battle music*

Also some of the “Just So” song demo seems to be distorted…That’s sus

The concept art of Julie’s “Just So” Bowling Dress is so cute

I also love how Frank and Julie wear outfits that match the games they play that’s so wholesome

Howdy’s laughs cure my depression

I love Howdy slapping the countertop when he laughs

Sole and Lyco awww

Awww Frank’s little “thank you”

“I’m sorry, I’ll see what I can do.” AWWW

I love when Julie translates to what Frank’s plants are saying it’s so wholesome

Eddie: *talks about the entire plot of Jack and the Beanstalk which involves Jack climbing up the beanstalk, encountering a giant, and cutting down the beanstalk with a big ax*

Poppy who is dressed as the beanstalk: Haha. I’m in danger.

Wally’s puppet hands are holding some yarn in “answer” but he seems that he’s not moving…

I can barely hear Poppy and Howdy’s dialogue in the videeo since I don’t have headphones on but I assume it’s a friendly conversation as usual since I can hear Howdy’s laugh lol

Wally’s hand trying to grab the cup of tea??? coffee??? in “answer”

Poppy and Sally talking about plays as usual lol

A human hand??? With a glove???

I don’t know who this human is but I’m pretty sure she’s a Howdy fan lol

I’m answering the Welcome Home worksheet because why not lol

1) Barnaby 2) Sally 3) Poppy 4) Julie 5) Wally

Now where’s my prize/j

I’m guessing that Wally replica puppet is going to come to life lol

I wanna go to this exhibition so bad if this is real lol

Awww the Poppy and Barnaby sprites…

I accidentally clicked the “Hello” doodle on the Guestbook and I’m scared

The page is called “Find”

Wally??? Wally you ok???

#welcome home #welcome home arg #welcome home spoilers #wally darling #barnaby b beagle #julie joyful #frank frankly #eddie dear #howdy pillar #sally starlet #poppy partridge #welcome home home

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danicadenniss · 1 year ago

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DreamWorks Trolls: The Beat Goes On

Rapunzetroll

Once upon a time, there is a happy king Peppy, his wife Queen Tulip and his older daughter Viva, in the castle, Queen Tulip is pregnant with their second child, she groaned in pain.

Queen Tulip: (grabbing a small glass cup of water by take to sip and then it’s dropped on the floor. Groan) Peppy! My water is broken, I’m in labor.

King Peppy: (screaming in echo) AAAAAAAAAAAAH!

At the forest, a small golden yellow flower blooms on the ground, in the cabin, white skinned man with black spotted, wearing a rag clothes, his name is Spot, he heard over the castle.

Spot: What’s that sound?

Back in the castle, He screamed in his horror, Queen Tulips slapped his face and pulled his body.

Queen Tulips: Don’t say that again!

Young Viva: Daddy, where are you going?

King Peppy: My guards and I are going to the forest and back the flower for her.

Young Viva: Daddy, I’ll go with you!

King Peppy: No! It’s too dangerous for you, I want Toad to keep you safe.

Toad: Yes! Your highness!

King Peppy and his guards walked out of the castle and entered into the woods, he seemed a pink flower, Spot wrote Don’t ever steal my flowers from me!

Toad Guard #1: What’s are we going to do?

King Peppy: Now, I want you to glad that flower over here.

Toad Guard #1: As you wish, your highness.

The guards walked in the garden, they pick the flower and put it into a bag, they race on time back to the castle, Spot walked and see his flowers is gone.

Spot: (Gasp) Who’s the hell, did it? (looking at wood) Did the king do that’s? I’ll get them soon!

Back to the castle, doctors and nurses make the medicine, with a golden yellow flower to heal Queen Tulips, it’s a beautiful baby dark pink troll, a princess is born.

King Peppy: We are going to named our baby princess.

Young Viva: How’s about Poppy?

Baby Poppy: Mama and Dada (giggling) Viva

Young Viva: Daddy, Daddy, Daddy, Daddy! She saying my name.

King Peppy: Hahaha!

Queen Tulips: Awww, welcome to our family and the world, Poppy, yes we do!

-6 Months Later-

After she was born, she fast asleep in the cradle, Spot broke in the castle, he walked to her room, then he put a pillow replaced in the cradle.

Spot: Give me, my flowers back to me. (Grabbed Poppy in his bag and he out of the castle, he jumped down to a small trampoline)

King Peppy: Poppy, it’s feeding time…. What the? (Looks at a pillow in a cradle) My daughter! (Screaming)

Queen Tulips: (gasp) No!

Young Viva: NOOOOOOOOO! (Sobbing)

King Peppy: (echoing in the castle) Somebody kidnapped my daughter!

Spot: (running out of the castle and going back to the forest, and then he saw a tower for hiding spot.) HAHAHAHA! I will never get caught! Hahahaha!

-20 Years Later-

Poppy grew up into a beautiful and sad adult, with her rag clothes and her hair is long inches. She swept the floor and sat down in the chair. Spot walking back to and says.

Spot: Rapunzetroll, let’s down your hair now!

Poppy throw down her hair, Spot climbed up and tells her about to do chores and never get out again. With his evil laugh.

Spot: Hahaha! (Slide down out of the tower, pull up her hair.)

Poppy: Let’s me out of here!

The brave prince and his older knight brothers, are got hired by the king, and search for a wanted criminal who kidnapped her, 20 years ago. The prince arrives at the tower.

The Prince: Ahem, Rapunzetroll, let’s down your hair. (Throw down her hair and he climbed up to the top. He saw her and smiled at him.)

The Prince: Are you the lost princess?

Poppy: Yes, I’m Poppy, and I’m a lost princess, I got kidnapped by a criminal, I was a baby. I was being a slave to him.

The Prince: I knew that criminal is out there, but how’s?

Poppy: Are you Prince Branch?

Branch: Yes, I do! My brothers are looking a dangerous criminal. (Held a wanted poster of Spot who’s been charged for kidnapping a princess.)

Poppy: We could set a trap for him. How’s?

Branch: I got some backup, to trap him.

Poppy: I’ll cut my hair short and it’s grew back. (He cuts her hair short and Spot walked to the tower.)

Spot: Rapunzetroll, let’s down your hair! What! I can’t believe, she can’t even hear me! Well the guards are going to capture me! But I’ll come up to the tower. (Climbing up to the top, the brothers sneak up to the tower, they hide behind a table, looking at each chair as he sat down)

Branch playing his guitar in a song by making him asleep.

Spot: Hmm, I wonder if I’m going to…(yawn) sleep (snoring)

Poppy: (whisper) Thank, Branch (kiss on his cheek and make him brush)

Branch: (whisper) Ready

Poppy: (whisper) Ready

Knight #1: (whisper) Let’s bros!

Poppy: (throws her hair pieces like a rope at him, but Spot is awake now, he got stuck in the chair with glue on it) Yes!

Spot: Hey, hey, hey hey! Don’t do that like this and you can’t get out from the tower again! Wait, wait, wait!

The brothers tied Spot in to a notch, Branch got the handcuffs on him. He say.

Spot: NO! Don’t ever arrest me! (Poppy disliked being treated like a slave and kidnapped by him, Tiny Diamond jumps up on the table.)

Tiny Diamond: You can’t get away so easily!

Spot running out of the tower, Tiny Diamond jumped up to Rhonda and hustled towards him.

Tiny Diamond: Treat your own medicine! (Rhonda hustled coming closer to him and then knocked him out of the forest and send him to the dungeon.)

Poppy, Branch and the brothers put him behind bars and he begged for his own mercy.

Spot: I learn my lesson, I swear I sneaked into the castle and treated all the children with responsibility.

Queen Tulips: (walking in and gasping)

Poppy: Hi mom, I’m back! (Queen Tulips hugged her) I’m explaining, Branch and his brothers are my heroes.

King Peppy: Poppy, is that’s you?

Poppy: Dad! (Hugged him)

Viva: Poppy!

Poppy: Viva (Hugged her)

King Peppy and Queen Tulips: Thank you for saving our daughter.

Branch: My pleasure!

They fall in love then they got married and they live together a happily ever after.

The End

#trolls broppy #trolls poppy #trolls branch #trolls dreamworks #trolls oc #trolls fanfic #fairy tales #trolls viva #trolls peppy #SoundCloud

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writersvaguelybrickshapedrock · 10 months ago

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Afterwards

Above two figures roaming a field of flowers, poppies, chrysanthemums, marigolds, asphodels, and white spider lilies is a shimmering royal blue and purple sky full of silver stars and lavender clouds dusted with golden halo-like light swirled like the smoke of a blown out candle.

One figure wore a flowing white robe and a crown of marigolds spoke up through the ambient sound of wind and rustling flower petals, “Where are we going?”

“Where do you want to go?” The taller figure asked, donned in a flowing black robe with a wide brimmed hat and veil, held a lantern hung from a tall gnarled wooden staff.

“I always hoped that when the time came… there would be nothing and I would be gone.”

“Do you find that more peaceful than anything else?”

“Well… I think I would prefer eternal void and nonexistence to say… Christian hell.”

“Fortunately there is no Christian hell, however I know without a doubt that eternal void is awfully boring.”

“Then what is it?”

“It is many different things, but you shall see it soon.”

The shorter figure quieted, looking around the scenery again. It was gorgeous and mystical with shooting stars casting bright multicolored trails through the sky. They followed Death, stepping carefully on the same trail they left and watching as the flowers they crushed slowly rose again with a persistent vitality. Mountains rose in the distance with lakes pooling at their feet.

At the center of one lake stands a shack on pillars of wood and mud with a dock and ravens flying to and from an open circular window in the top. Plants are potted below the windows and a small black cat walks across the water with grace, jumping onto the dock. As the two figures got closer to the lake, a woman came out of the door. She was short and wore a dark mulberry purple dress with golden star patterns and a wide brimmed pointed hat and veil upon which hung small golden charms. When the cat came to her, she picked it up, stroking its iridescent fur and looked up at the passing figures. Her smile shone through the veil, warm and welcoming as the figures walked past.

An old asymmetrical tower of stone stood less than stably upon a small floating island with a rope ladder hanging off it. Death walked below the ladder and held their hand out to the shorter figure who took it. Both of them floated gently up to the tower, with death opening the old door. Rusty hinges squeaked and the shorter figure let go of Death’s hand to touch the cool gray stone and mortar that held the tower together.

“Welcome home.” Death tapped their lantern against the door, a key manifesting from a golden mist and falling into the shorter figure’s hand.

“What do I do now?”

“Keep that little key safe and get comfortable.”

“That’s it?”

“Yes. You will reside here in the valley. You may alter the tower in any way you see fit. This island is your domain. If you get lonely, the old woman with the cat is good company. She can show you the ropes.”

“I don’t have a job or any punishment or anything to do?”

“All you do is exist. Make this tower your home and enjoy your afterlife. You need not eat or sleep but you can. Your neighbors are friendly and the land provides all you need.”

The figure in white admired the tower. It was by no means perfect and would need work but it felt nostalgic. It was like a dream of childhood whimsy and fantastic stories of fairytales. “Thank you, for everything.”

“Farewell. Should you need me, send a raven.”

“Farewell,” the figure in white smiled to themself, stepping into their new home. They watched Death dissipate into golden mist, carried away by the wind, and waved goodbye. So this was what came afterwards.

#writing #writeblr #flash fiction #brick writes #fascinated by the afterlife #my idea of heaven #paradise: a funky wizard tower with a witch next door #might make a slice of afterlife series out of this #afterwards collection #worldbuilding and some plot

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cleo-arty · 1 year ago

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The ladies have arrived

Dawn (Sally) Starlet, a talented script and performer in the neighborhood. Back in the old days, making shows for everyone to see was her pride of joy. Her love for theater and the arts of acting strived her to project her emotions and imagination into it. Nowadays in the garden, it's nothing but a bad reminder of the directors. Her Beloved Violet always tries to tell her she shouldn't quit her love for acting due to horrid events. Instead, adapting them into stories for her to express and tell. It's quite the same, but puts less work on others. Dawn now storytells to everyone in the Garden area about anything that comes in mind. Anything to still make her friends smile.

Cherry (Poppy) Partridge always been the chicken of the neighborhood. Worrying so dearly about her friends and wanting everyone to be safe. Never one to like going out as much as the others, wishing to stay in her belove house out from any harm. In the Garden, it was hard for Cherry to adjust to new changes. Always having to worry more and more about the smallest of things around her, even with the petals on the very ground. Violet knew adjusting Cherry to a new environment will be tricky, but her job was to keep everyone happy to avoid certain outcomes. Cherry never changed, she runs a safe bakery along side Violet and Dawn a lot of the time. The gals love to be together to comfort one another, but to also show that their new lives will be perfect. So why now hang out more when you don't have to worry about a show? Right?

NEW CHARACTERS WHOOOOO *dies*

Dawn and Cherry! Two of the ladies I enjoy designing, and also the first time drawing Poppy (I drew Sally a few times hehe). But enough of that, I hope you enjoy the two! Sorry for slow updates aurgh

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juno-infernal · 11 months ago

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Okay serious question, I'm not from the US - is a state bird just something the average American just knows off the top of their head for their home state?

i’m not sure how universal it is, but in california at least, the state flag, flower (the california golden poppy), and bird (the california quail) are things we learn in primary school.

they’re among the older and more significant types of state symbols. US states have a tendency to designate a lot of fairly random stuff as official state symbols (see california’s list here, including such essential categories as official state soil, dance style, outdoor play, prehistoric artifact, tall ship, and freshwater fish), but i think you’d be hard-pressed to find someone who knows more than a few off the top of their head.

the presence of the bird and the flower in a lot of art representing the state and in early education means a lot more of us know and remember them. other USAmericans are welcome to chime in here about whether they had to look it up/if they consider their state bird to be common knowledge— i’m curious now too!

#m #answered #i’m a wildlife nerd so that predisposes me to care about/remember birds too ¯\_(ツ)_/¯#i also knew the tree (the coastal redwood) and the fossil (smilodon californicus) off the top of my head #but that’s probably because i worked in a paleontology museum

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namedafterflowerstournament · 2 years ago

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flower game: Poppy (both because it’s a popular name in fiction as well as the name of one of my dogs)

Ah, Poppies ! My Mom's favorite flowers (nobody cares, I know !) Do we have Poppies in the submissions ? Surely, right ? (More below)

We absolutely do ! Here they are :

- Shirley Poppy from Fairy Oak

- Poppy from Pokémon

- Poppy from Welcome Home

- Poppy from Real Life (click to see a good dog)

- Poppy from Trolls

And here are some more that have no submissions for the moment :

- Poppy O'Hair from Ever After High

- Poppy Clarke from House of Anubis

- Poppy from Happy-Go-Lucky

- Poppy Adams from Kingsman : The Golden Circle

- Poppy Eyebright from the Brambly Edge series

- Poppy Moore from Wild Child

- Poppy from Angry Birds Stella

- Poppy from Animal Crossing

- Poppy Mayfleet from The City of Ember

- Poppy Lifton from Gossip Girl

- Poppy North from Night World

- Poppy Beifong from Avatar : The Last Airbender

- Poppy Li from Mythic Quest

#not polls #flower game #poppy

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poppiesandamber · 8 months ago

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The Radiant Beauty of Poppies and Amber: A Spotlight on Manly Vale Florist

Welcome to our floral journey where we explore the vibrant world of flowers, focusing on the exquisite beauty of poppies and amber blooms. At Manly Vale Florist, we take pride in curating stunning floral arrangements that capture the essence of nature’s splendor. Whether you're seeking a breathtaking bouquet for a special occasion or simply want to bring a touch of elegance to your home, our selection of poppies and amber flowers is sure to enchant you.

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Freshness Guaranteed: We source our flowers from trusted growers, ensuring that each bloom is fresh and long-lasting. Expert Craftsmanship: Our skilled florists have a keen eye for design and detail, creating arrangements that are both beautiful and meaningful. Personalized Service: We work closely with our clients to understand their needs and preferences, offering personalized floral solutions for every occasion. Conclusion Whether you are drawn to the delicate charm of poppies or the warm elegance of amber blooms, Manly Vale Florist has something special for you. Our passion for flowers and dedication to excellence make us the go-to florist for all your floral needs. Visit us today to explore our stunning collection and bring a touch of nature’s beauty into your life.

#manly vale florist

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